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Post by Twistedface on Nov 12, 2012 9:49:24 GMT -5
Thunder rumbled, a loud, bursting sound that seemed to cause the ground to shake. The wind that howled through the reeds making a sound that would have set any cat's fur on end, but it didn't shake the tom that sat in the reed clearing of the medicine cat's den, his face permanently twisted into a scowl, his silver eyes, glaring at a small puddle that had formed in the den, but not seeing it. The tom was lost in his own mind, where rage and grief boiled. Silverstar was dead. The one cat that cared for him, that even broke the nonsense warrior code for him, to love him, was gone. Because he couldn't save her.
He has known she had been in danger, he had gone to the gorge that day, knowing something wasn't right- but he wasn't fast enough, strong enough- he was there only to watch the look of terror on her face as she went over the edge to her death. Only there to rip the throat out of the cat that killed her, but it brought him no peace. A warrior stuck in a medicine cat's body had no skill to save his leader, his lover.
A small mouse emerged through the reeds, sniffing for food, unaware of the mass of pure fury that was Twistedface only some tail lengths away. He found his claws sinking deep into the ground, tearing marks of fury, his crooked jaw clenched in rage, a knot in his throat, pressure in his chest, eyes narrowed to deadly slits. A long hiss eased from his throat, and his tense muscled uncoiled. He flung himself forward, landing on the mouse, listening to it scream for only a moment before both his claws sank deep and his teeth began to maul. He massacred the small, defenseless creature as if it would bring him relief. It didn't. By the time he was finished, the small body was cold, caked in dust, blood, and mud, barely recognizable.
His shoulders slumped, the light of fury died from his eyes. Catching his breath and suppressing a caterwaul of sorrow, he dragged his paws forward into the sheltered reed hollow that was his nest, pushing past the entrance, the reeds swishing into place like a door behind him. He collapsed into his nest, head on his paws. It smelled like Silverstar in here. How many nights had the she-cat risked herself to spend the night with the tom? Too many. It was a painful room, and yet it was the closest he could get to her; the other cats had StarClan to believe their loved ones resided in. He had pain and sorrow. His body gave a shudder and he shut his eyes tightly, wallowing in misery and his leader's slowly fading scent, listening to the first light patters of rain on the reeds as the sky opened up to moisten the scorching greenleaf day.
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Post by Silversong on Nov 15, 2012 19:56:52 GMT -5
Silversong The rain had been pouring all night long. Thunder had raged and the lightning flashed. It was a wonder how anyone could sleep in this madness. Silversong was laying there. Her eyes catching the light of the moon peeking through the branches turning them almost white. She had hoped the rain would stop enough for her to head to the medicine cat den to get a thorn taken out of her paw. She hadn't let anyone touch it. No matter how hard they tried to get her to settle down she'd almost go into a frenzy.
"No one is to touch it!" She would almost scream, but that/s just her way. She had always been really cautious over things like this; cuts and bruises and the like. She hadn't ever been this bad though, and to think, it's only a thorn. She turned over a silver paw to look at it. It had swollen noticeably since she had last looked at it. The thorn was wedged between two of her paw-pads deep into it's crevice. It was more painful than it looked. No matter how hard she tried though she hadn't the slightest idea as to where she got it. She just remembers feeling a poking in her paw and looked at it to find it wedged between the pads. Some luck.
Silversong tilted a silvery, oval ear towards the roof of the warriors den. The rain hadn't stopped completely but it was letting up. If she waited too long it might come back. It always seems to do so after a particularly loud thunder clap. Holding her injured paw close to her chest, Silversong hopped out of the den into the sleeting rain. It chilled her to the bone when the icy droplets made contact with her fur and burrowed through to her skin. The medicine cats' den was all the way across the camp. She hissed as she measured its length as she's done thousands of times before. Hopping across and trying to avoid the puddles of mud surrounding the fresh-kill pile, she made her way to the little reed hut.
It's the reeds' shelter she peered through them to see if Twistedface was in there. Paw prints had been made recently so he's been moving around. Maybe he's as restless as she was.
"Hello?"
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Post by Twistedface on Nov 16, 2012 17:30:25 GMT -5
The tom was lost in his own thoughts, gaze fixed wearily on a feather that sat just outside of his nest, his heart heavy and his body feeling like lead. Rain pattered on the sheltering reeds, a sound he normally enjoyed, but now it seemed to only bring him misery- anything that brings pleasure, brings pain. He shut his eyes tight and heaved a sigh, hearing pawsteps approach and a soft voice call in a questionable greeting. He momentarily thought of yelling for her to leave, but after only a moment's hesitation, he sighed again and rose to his heavy paws.
Come in, if you must."
He slipped out of his small den and into the larger working area of the medicine cat's den, eyes catching sight of the mangled mouse. He moved to it, and with a flick of his large paw, sent it tumbling into the reeds, disposing of it. Slinking around the edge of the small clearing, close to the edge, a slow, heavy walk, like that of a great wildcat, as the obscenely large medicine cat who should have been a warrior, was often related to. Sitting down in front of the small sheltered outcropping of rock that made his herb storage area, he met the form of the silver cat that so painfully reminded him of Silverstar, with his equally quicksilver colored eyes.
"What is it, Silversong."
His voice was gruff and thick as he forced away painful memories, trying instead to focus on the matters at hand- current life, not past deaths. He turned away from her, beginning to busy himself going through the collection of medicinal herbs and items he had, tidying them and checking his stocks, distracting his mind with his work, for what would sulking do? Not that he figured anyone could tell much. He was normally a bitter cat, his troubled past and accident had assured that, the only change now was a little less sharpness to him, no longer was he showing his sharp tongue and quipping witticisms at every cat that came by him- in fact, most greetings were met with a grunt and a quick retreat to his den, or the camp's surrounding territory.
He was surely a mess, but he didn't care. Let the clan think he was loosing his mind, let them think he was becoming rude and uncaring- just don't let them think on how badly the death of the former leader was getting to him.
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Post by Silversong on Nov 16, 2012 17:56:35 GMT -5
Silversong The silence was chilling. Creeping up on her like a cold claw. Not to mention there was a draft in the den. A hole about the size of Silversong's paw gaped in the wall. She shivered and pattered in further.
"Come in, if you must."
A dark figure slunk from its den. Tabby stripes lit up under the moonlight that shown through the hole. He looked up at her. Shining silver eyes that captivated her blue ones. She wondered if this was how other cats felt when looking at her eyes. They've told her before that they were just striking. She saw a flicker of pain behind them before they fluttered away.
"What is it, Silversong?" He muttered. His voice sounding similar to that of rocks being crushed together. She knew he had to have been tired, but he could have at least pretended like he cared.
She replied with a small hiss, "A thorn in my paw. Pretty deep actually." She narrowed her eyes. She felt a flicker of anger in her heart and she tried to suppress it. She knew that times had been hard for Twistedface. He had lost his leader and probably a close friend, Silversong shouldn't act this way. But her anger could control her at times. She closed her eyes and tried again to calm herself. She let the sound of the rain sooth her into complete peace. She opened her eyes again.
"A thorn." She slipped her blue gaze to Twistedface's with an apologetic expression. She had to control this.
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Post by Twistedface on Nov 16, 2012 20:59:02 GMT -5
The tom gritted his teeth at her initial tone, hostile and annoyed. It took only a moment of hesitation, however, and the emotion died. He shook his head slightly to himself, feeling a bit better as she spoke again, gentler this time, no longer aggressive. He rolled what she said over in his head, thorns were simple, and commonplace in cats- but normally cats who lived in the forest, ThunderClan, ShadowClan. It raised questions in his head, but once again he squashed them- this time, not for his mood, however. He has never been one to happily adhere to the Warrior Code- and so, he couldn't much care when other's broke it.
Bending down, he grabbed a few marigold leaves in his jaws and turned to the she-cat, moving to her side in a few long strides, graceful despite his large size in the close quarters of the den. Placing them down, he eased her paw forward and over, looking at the wound skeptically for a moment, and unceremoniously with a surprising quickness, yanked it out with his teeth, spitting it out only a second later.
"There. Now stay still."
He crouched down and began to chew the marigold into a poultice, closing his eyes and seeming to relax, as if going to sleep on his paws, only occasionally glancing back at the she-cat, more or less ignoring her for the little bit of time it took to chew the flower to a fine paste, of which he quickly turned and applied to her paw.
"As you're probably aware, the marigold will stave off infection- I heard you had been slinking around camp all day refusing to let anyone touch it. You opened yourself up to infection, and by the swelling, that had already begun. Now, keep and eye on it, if it starts to swell, cause severe pain, bleed and, or show signs of pus and infection-" He paused and fixed her with a sharp silver gave, "Do not hesitate and come straight here..." Turning, he began to stalk back across the den, "Or don't come crying to me when you loose a paw."
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Post by Silversong on Nov 16, 2012 22:10:41 GMT -5
Silversong He stalked toward her and glanced at her upheld paw. He turned it over and she winced at the pain. Since she'd been in there it had swollen even more. Great. In less than a second, unceremoniously, uncaring, and even bored with this procedure he had the thorn pulled out. A hiss escaped her clenched teeth. The thorn was slightly attached to her paw because of the dried blood around it, and he had yanked it off. So much for the gentleness medicine cats were supposed to have.
"There. Now stay still." He had ordered. He began to chew up some marigold. She had hated herbs on her paws. They would always stick to things when she walked and by the time it was sun-high she would have to get it changed again because it would be packed with dirt. When he wasn't looking she scowled at him. Couldn't he have been a little more gentle? He wasn't shy to her anger. He had seen it several times himself; seen its damage. Yet he didn't care how he treated her. In some way this didn't even anger Silversong. It intrigued her. More or less she had always felt an aura of fear around those she conversed with, except for the kits that is, but they didn't know any better.
He layered the poultice on her paw with his own. Again not bothering to be gentle. Not to be a cat to waste words, he quickly said, "As you're probably aware, the marigold will stave off infection- I heard you had been slinking around camp all day refusing to let anyone touch it. You opened yourself up to infection, and by the swelling, that had already begun. Now, keep and eye on it, if it starts to swell, cause severe pain, bleed and, or show signs of pus and infection- Do not hesitate and come straight here..."
Silversong knew he was short and curt with cats, but she had never been his target. Now that she was her claws were itching to unsheathe. They made deep divots in the earth floor as she flexed her paws.
"Or don't come crying to me when you loose a paw." With that last comment she snapped.
"Who are you to treat me this way?" Venom poured from her words. "I know you're hurting. We all are. But you can't take it out on us too!" She was standing on all four paws. Her blue eyes turned to steel with a glare like fire. With as much sarcasm and venom as she could muster, even a hint of disappointment she spoke. "I thought I could come to the medicine cat with anything and be treated with care...guess I was wrong."
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Post by Twistedface on Nov 16, 2012 22:57:52 GMT -5
Twistedface heard the outburst behind him, but kept walking with a steady pace towards his den, giving her a flick of his tail, with an indifference to him as he shook his head, heaving a sigh and stopping as he reached the reed entrance to where his nest was located.
"Oh, dearie, then you assumed wrong." He turned, looking at her with an icy stare. "I'm not a cat to show compassion. I fixed your paw, now get out of my den, unless you're dying."
The last word stung him, and he clenched his teeth tight, pain flickering in his eye, and he flinched at his own comment, the breath stopping in his throat. Oh, death would now probably always be a sensitive subject to him. How could the loss of one cat bother him so much more than all others he had lost in his life? He shook his head and cleared his throat.
"And you're not, so leave me be." He paused and thought for a moment, before looking back to the she-cat, beginning to stalk towards her. "I was never born, built, or raised for this... particular position. I'm good at what I do, one of the best, but that changes nothing. I was meant to be, am at heart, would trade this in a heartbeat, to be a warrior. I won't sit here and watch RiverClan's warriors make fools of themselves and injure themselves carelessly, and loose what they can do like I did!"
The comment ended in a hiss as he rose up, standing taller, wider, all around bigger than the silver-she cat. He had the build of a powerful warrior, but what stopped him was his once broken jaw, twisted awkwardly to the side, and the eye clamped shut- or lack-thereof, beneath his permanently sealed closed eye.
"Compassion may not be in my nature, and is expected of me because I'm a medicine cat, but seeing as the, Warrior Code states so many things that are not allowed to me because of what I was forced into- I choose to at least keep my temperament!"
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Post by Silversong on Nov 17, 2012 1:26:39 GMT -5
Silversong "Oh, dearie, then you assumed wrong. I'm not a cat to show compassion. I fixed your paw, now get out of my den, unless you're dying. And you're not, so leave me be. I was never born, built, or raised for this... particular position. I'm good at what I do, one of the best, but that changes nothing. I was meant to be, am at heart, would trade this in a heartbeat, to be a warrior. I won't sit here and watch RiverClan's warriors make fools of themselves and injure themselves carelessly, and lose what they can do like I did! Compassion may not be in my nature, and is expected of me because I'm a medicine cat, but seeing as the, Warrior Code states so many things that are not allowed to me because of what I was forced into- I choose to at least keep my temperament!" Silversong expected a cutting remark. Even something like this, but not to it's extent. She'd had enough of this grouchy old cat who seemed to hate everyone. So she'd give him a piece of what was on her mind. Even if it killed her, for it was sure to enrage.
"Now, let me tell you something." She spat. "I don't want us to look like a bunch of loons out there either but at least I don't put my clanmates down every chance I talk to one! I mean really! One depressing cat is like a virus. It spreads around. Makes other cats feel all gloomy and under the weather. You think you're doing your bit to help?" Her voice raised an octave. "It's just balancing the negativity you set!" She roared. Adrenaline rushed through her veins setting everything on fire. She was angry. She was hotheaded. And she felt the bloodlust luring her to take a swipe at this ignorant tom. She thrust her face to his. Blue eyes flashing, the silver flecks in them like mercury. She would make a cutting remark. Something that would be much better for her to say than to let her claws do the talking, but still satisfy that bloodlust.
"Silverstar would be disappointed." Silversong snarled. Hoping against hope that it would be such a cutting remark that he would have no comeback. And if he did it wouldn't be where he won this argument.
"If you're really trying to help then maybe you should be guiding these warriors into not making the same mistakes as you did. Or even better: training them with what you know. Just because you're one less eye doesn't mean you can't fight. I've heard you were good. It's time to pass the knowledge." Silversong said this with her back turned to Twistedface, her head peeking over her shoulder, her voice barely a whisper. Bloodlust was gone. Anger was gone. but to her dismay, sadness remained.
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Post by Twistedface on Nov 17, 2012 10:13:28 GMT -5
His claws raked the ground as the she-cat spoke, and it took all of his strength not to tear her apart right then and there- and then patch her back together like a good medicine cat should. She seemed to think for a moment, and then with every bit of malice she seemed to be able to muster, she told him how Silverstar would be disappointed. He snapped.
His fur bristled and his eyes flashed with a bloodlust he hadn't felt since he was training to be a warrior. Suddenly, the medicine cat, Twistedface, oh he was gone. He was Wildpaw, just days before his warrior ceremony would have named the massive, muscular tom something fitting to his size and strength. He snarled, and lunged, claws out, ready to pin the she-cat down under his massive weight, resisting every urge not to sink his long teeth into her.
"You're a young kit! You've never lost anyone you've loved!"
He pushed off and away from her, storming a few paw-steps away, his tail lashing behind him, "But of course, these clans and their silly beliefs in a so-called StarClan makes that wrong for me, doesn't it?!" He spun to glare at her, his fur still standing on edge, making the large tom seem even larger. A dark mixture of anger and grief kept the tom going now, coursing through his veins like fire and acid, hot and painful.
And then it seemed so simple. The clan offered him nothing except for criticism and painful memories. Why stay? Leave. Now. His glare lessened until gone, and his fur laid flat. He took off, bolting out of the medicine cat's den, and out of the camp, ignoring the cats that called out to him, asking where he was going so late, in this sort of weather. He didn't stop until he reached the river, sliding to a halt, and beginning to wonder where he would go. He didn't want to go back to a clan, or be a kittypet, that much he knew. A loner? Rouge? His gaze flicked towards the mountains. The tribe? His body shuddered and he began to approach the stepping stones- would he really be able to leave?
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Post by Silversong on Nov 17, 2012 15:27:43 GMT -5
Silversong She had done it. She had made Twistedface snap. He didn't only snap with words, but he snapped with actions too. He lunged at her and pinned her to the ground. It had taken Silversong by surprise. She had expected another cutting remark, maybe even a slash at her face, but now she was sure she had done it. She was sure he was going to pummel her belly and rake his claws in her fur and skin. He pushed his face close to hers. His twisted jaw looking fierce and mangled. Silversong shrank back. His breath smelled bad. Like three day old dead mouse and marigold mixed. It wasn't pleasant.
"You're a young kit! You've never lost anyone you've loved!" He howled to her face. He hopped back. His neck fur bristled, his tail puffed out twice its size. He was really mad. Loved? He loved Silverstar? Silversong got up and sat back. Her eyes as big as the moon. He had truly shocked her. Even more shocking she wasn't angry at him for lunging at her and pinning her down, being aggressive. His tail lashed as he thumped a few pawsteps from her, pounding them like a temperamental kit. "But of course, these clans and their silly beliefs in a so-called StarClan makes that wrong for me, doesn't it?!" What? A medicine cat who doesn't believe in StarClan?
He glared at her with steely eyes. Something seemed to dawn on him, something that he understood. In a matter of a second his fur lay flat again and he was bolting out the den and across the camp. The cat on night guard duty howled for him to stop, but he didn't. Silversong followed suit.
"Don't worry. I'll go get him." She breathed quickly as she passed the guard. She let her paws carry her in Twistedface's general direction. She sniffed the air occasionally to make sure she was still on his path. It didn't seem like he worried about being followed. He left a clear path of broken twigs and fern leaves. Silversong's pace quickened as she realized where he was headed. He wasn't headed toward the moonpool or even to another Clan. He was heading outside the Clans. He's running away!
She came close to the border and saw Twistedface stading close to the edge, facing the mountains. Would he go to the Tribe? Maybe. Being sure that she didn't sound angry, only out of breath she spoke.
"You loved Silverstar?" It wasn't an accusation. Only a question. And she hoped it was a question that he would answer. Even if he didn't she would try to keep him talking so she could find something to make him stay. He couldn't leave. Did he even have a medicine cat apprentice?
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Post by Twistedface on Nov 18, 2012 10:54:57 GMT -5
He stared long and hard at the stones, slick and shiny from the rain, and the river that was ever so slowly beginning to swell and lick at their smooth tops, and soon enough, perhaps it would swallow them whole, so it was now, or never. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, when a commotion behind him halted his action. An out of breath voice spoke, hurried, and he heaved a sigh, not even turning to look at Silversong, keeping his eyes fixed on the dark water.
"Yes. Yes I did." What did it matter, he was leaving anyway. "And... she loved me. The one cat who could- and I couldn't keep her safe, now she's gone."
His shoulders slumped, and he turned to look at the she-cat, "I was born to be a warrior, but in one quick blow, I lost both my brother, and that chance. I got stuck being the medicine cat, and surely enough, I never have believed in StarClan, and since I found myself unwillingly stuck in this position, I found even the Warrior Code to be pure foxdung. It made the feelings I felt for Silverstar wrong, and who's right is it to tell me what I can and cannot feel?" He gave a sharp shake of his head, and turned to look back up at the looming mountains that peeked over the horizon.
"I was forced to this from an accident, I had no choice, they told me I would either be the medicine cat, or retire to the elder's den at just eleven moons old. Neither sounded appealing..." His eyes narrowed, "But I was a fool to pick the one I did. They took my name and changed it to Twistedface, they took every right I had, and expect so much of me, when I owe nothing to them. Kit's tease me, warriors mock me," He looked once again at Silversong, "If I want to enjoy my life, I cannot stay in RiverClan. My good friend, Crookedfoot, ShadowClan's medicine cat, he may help RiverClan until another medicine cat is found, if you tell him I've... vanished. He's a good cat."
He didn't wait, he took a few steps and leaped onto the first rock, then the second, and a few more times and he had crossed the treacherous, slippery surface and found himself safely on the other side, not even looking back at the marshlands he had called home.
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Post by Silversong on Nov 18, 2012 22:40:39 GMT -5
Silversong He didn't even look back to reply. Just staring with what could only be described as longing at the mountains. Why would he want to leave? Had someone been mean to him? Of course he had lost Silverstar, that was bad enough. Silversong had been practically abandoned by her littermates, that was tough. They were constantly around her, but never loved her.
"Yes. Yes I did. And... she loved me. The one cat who could- and I couldn't keep her safe, now she's gone." Silversong's heart broke for this cat. This cat who could be rude, mean, snappish, have an attitude, whatever he felt like that day; her heart broke for him. So you can love...you had compassion at the least. She opened her mouth to speak, to assure him that Silverstar wasn't the only one, all the cats in RiverClan loved him in their own quirky way, but he continued speaking. As if he were confessing his darkest secret.
"I was born to be a warrior, but in one quick blow, I lost both my brother, and that chance. I got stuck being the medicine cat, and surely enough, I never have believed in StarClan, and since I found myself unwillingly stuck in this position, I found even the Warrior Code to be pure foxdung. It made the feelings I felt for Silverstar wrong, and whose right is it to tell me what I can and cannot feel?" Silversong bit back a retort. The worst thing she could do was argue about the existence of StarClan to a cat who, not only believed them to be false, but to also hate the Warrior Code. But she had to admit: he had a point.
"I was forced to this from an accident, I had no choice, they told me I would either be the medicine cat, or retire to the elder's den at just eleven moons old. Neither sounded appealing..." His steely eyes narrowed, Silversong assumed. His back was still facing her, but the way he spoke suggested he was accusing someone. And how else would you accuse someone without a narrowing of the eyes or a flick of the tail in their direction? A pointed gesture showing a contempt. It was almost impossible to mask. "But I was a fool to pick the one I did. They took my name and changed it to Twistedface, they took every right I had, and expect so much of me, when I owe nothing to them. Kits tease me, warriors mock me," It was true when she thought about it. Once again, her heart broke for him. He hadn't asked for any of this to happen. What gave them the right to tease him about something he couldn't have possibly controlled? It was appalling.
"If I want to enjoy my life, I cannot stay in RiverClan. My good friend, Crookedfoot, ShadowClan's medicine cat, he may help RiverClan until another medicine cat is found, if you tell him I've... vanished. He's a good cat." So he wasn't going to stay. He had already thought it through. Crookedfoot would help, but he wasn't Twistedface. What kind of Clan would RiverClan be if they set an apprentice into a whole other territory alone to learn from another Clan's medicine cat? It would be terrible, but possibly necessary; if Silversong didn't do anything. Before Silversong had the chance to say anything he hopped across the stones to cross the river. It was beginning to burst its banks. The gray stones were slick with water and slime. It was a wonder that he didn't fall in.
Silversong had no time. It was either act now or wonder what she'd done wrong and replay this moment in her head for the rest of her life. So she did what she saw fit: she bounded to the first rock and followed him.
"Wait! St-" She let out a yowl as a silver foot slipped from the rocks into the icy water, stealing her breath. Just as her right foot slipped out from under her, her left foot slipped as well. Water waited for no one. It rushed past her in waves. Lapping at her white belly fur, soaking her through. It's okay. You can swim...but not in this fast current! Kick...kick...kick... Silversong grunted with the effort. Her legs were slowly numbing, even with the exertion of kicking. She kicked both legs until she had gained a mouse length on the rock. Clawing her way, bit by bit, she made progress. Under the water, her legs kicked furiously, unknowing that the rock she was clinging to lay on a whole bunch of other rocks, not as heavy but would certainly entrap. With a last furious kick to send her fully onto the rock her paw caught in the loose stones.
"No!" She yelled as she tried to loosen their hold on her. "Help me!" She yowled.
OOC: 813 word count! -dances- Excellent!
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Post by Twistedface on Nov 19, 2012 14:55:54 GMT -5
His intention was to ignore any pleas for him to stay, to keep moving and leave- at first, even ignoring the splash- the she-cat was obviously trying to follow him, and had made a bad move. RiverClan were swimmers, he didn't worry. Just as he was going to push into the bushes and disappear, he heard her desperate yowl for help. Turning back quickly, he saw her stuck in the water, turned icy cold from the rain, the water trying to tug her, but one of her paws trapped under the rocks, which he could see had given way. His eyes went wide and he froze. Was this not how his brother had died? Did this river not strip him of his chance to be a warrior? He wouldn't have another death on his conscious- especially not one that seemed to alike another. He bounded back to the river bank, and onto the stepping stones, getting as close to her as possible before getting in the water.
Immediately, he was soaked and chilled to the bone, and found the current to have more pull than it seemed- however, having gotten in on the opposite side of her, he was able to catch himself against a rock, the current pinning him in place. Fighting to keep his head above water, he moved as close to her as he could.
"Hold on- I'll get you."
He sputtered the words, and taking a deep breath, submerged himself, feeling around with his paws for where she was trapped. It seemed to take ages, but finally, he located it, and resurfaced for air, gasping loudly, but not taking the moment to update her- the river was still swelling, and the water picking up speed and strength. His body was going numb, and the exertion to keep himself from being swept away was draining. Once again, he went under, now fighting with the rocks, tugging and pulling on them in an attempt to free her, until his lungs burned, and he was forced to go up for air. A wave rushed down the river, momentarily submerging him again and reminding him that time was of the essence. It seemed so impossible, and yet he kept trying. He had to, a glitter of fight and determination in his single silver eye, as he went down yet again, tearing at the blockage and ramming it, until finally, he felt it give way, with it a rush of water sending him hurtling with the water. He was forced to hold his breath until he saw spots in his vision, but he broke the surface gasping, desperately trying to stay afloat and fight the current while frantically looking around for the silver she-cat, calling out for her, praying that the past wouldn't repeat itself here.
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Post by Silversong on Nov 19, 2012 21:22:49 GMT -5
Silversong The edges of Silversong's vision were becoming fuzzy. The colors were unnaturally dark, she couldn't feel her legs and her forepaws were becoming tired. She didn't have anything strength left. She felt, rather than heard, the sound of Twistedface jumping into the water.
"Hold on- I'll get you." He said to her. Another splash and wave that licked at her dying body. Slowly though the water was becoming her grave. She began to care less what happened. What had happened? Wasn't she doing something important? She felt a tug at her foot. She tried to kick it off but she had no strength. What was Twisted...Twistedface doing? Wasn't he supposed to be helping her? Another breath. Another heartbeat. What was she still alive for? So cold...too cold...Just then her foot broke free of the stones.
Without strength she would be swept away through the river and under the currents. Being stolen by the thing she loved most. What greater heartbreak is there than being betrayed by something you loved and thought that it loved you back? Betrayal...such a frantic word. That's how Silversong felt as the currents of the river swept her away from her stone. The only thing that was keeping her head and rest of her body above the water. The freezing liquid filled her nose and mouth. Seeped into her lungs as the shock of the cold water livened her senses again. Water! Can't control where I'm going! Kick! Kick! But it seemed like her legs weren't a part of her anymore. They wouldn't respond to her mental pleas.
She flew under the whipping water as it pulled her to the bottom, to the top, spun her around like a cat toying with its prey. She couldn't tell up from down. The water pushed her to other rocks but she couldn't grip them. She hit a log right after, finally getting some purchase on the soft wood with her claws. With whatever she had left in her body she clung to the tree. It's branches and dead leaves trailed in the water. If she wasn't holding on for her life the sight might've been pretty. She looked up at the stars, begging for help.
Please! Help me!
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Post by Twistedface on Nov 19, 2012 22:20:30 GMT -5
Where... where, where- There! Twistedface scanned the dark water between being pulled under and sputtering for air until a unusual movement caught his eye, and further inspecting, he made out Silversong. He began to kick his numb body frantically as the she-cat hung on for dear life to a dead log, giving all of his strength to reach her, until finally he was at her side. He grabbed the log with his claws, looking between her, the water, and the river bank. They couldn't stay here, but it would be an effort... to much to to reach the shore. He twisted his head this way and that, feeling the current trying to tug him away again- and his only idea was a rough one- let go, try to stay up, and pray that the current would eventually either spit them out into the calmer lake, or onto the muddy bank.
He summed up all of his courage, and took a final deep breath. If you do exist, StarClan, you better damn well help us now! He threw himself over the she-cat, sheltering her smaller body with his massive frame, kicking his back legs frantically to try to stay afloat as the river whipped them swiftly downstream. He winced at every slam into a rock, every scrap against loose logs, but kept a strong grip on his ward, and focused everything into keeping them above the rushing water- most of the time. Sometimes, there was no stopping the current from pulling them down into it's chilly, dark depths, but always they'd resurface, and he'd resume his endeavors- part of him was anguished, however. It seemed a lost hope- they would drown here, and yet again, the river would claim lives.
Suddenly, he slammed hard, back first, into a rock jutting out of the center of the river, making sparks flash in his vision. Despite the pain, however, it was a blessing in disguise. The force sent him spinning away from the middle of the river, and his back feet made contact with the sandy bank. He kicked harder and grabbed Silversong from the scruff, to use his front paws to make purchase on the shore, and with a few heaves and grunts, he had them clear of the water. He was cold. His fur was heavy with water, his muscles and lungs burned. The world spun with exhaustion, and he could feel the sting of lacerations along his body, a nasty one over his good eye leaking a bit of blood that he could taste trickling into his mouth, bitter and salty, but they were out of the water. Alive. Right? He wanted to lay down, and not move for moons, but he forced himself to move closer to the silver she-cat, trying to make sure she was breathing, and not in any serious danger or with major injuries- not like what he had sustained as a kit, but it was difficult to tell by just looking.
"Silversong?" He panted, lowering his head close to her. "Are you... alright?"
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