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Post by Dragon on Mar 1, 2009 0:03:30 GMT -5
I find this innocent lines wasted on Kugyay, I come here to share with you what I have documented.... about myself.  Saber: The white wolf trotted in, his royal blue eyes glinted in the fading light as moon lifted into the sky and let its light radiate in the clearing. His fur was bleached the color of virgin snow, and he glowed with almost vain pride. With soft paw-steps, he carefully padded into the clearing. Spirit~Of~Owlstar: Owlstar leaped in, his rugged fur ruffled and fluffed up against the late leaf-bare cold. He could feel the warm winds slowly coming into the land of cold and rain. He laid his front end down, and stretched leisurely, basking in the glare of the the moonlight. His green eye narrowed to a comfortable slit, and he looked up with a gruff smile. Fate: Fate hobbled in, her old crippled wings hung uselessly at her sides. With a brittle bones, she looked around with nearly blind eyes. Then, she sniffed the cool air. Her old face, contorted into a wicked grin. Froglegs: Froglegs took merely two powerful leaps, from the dense forest. His brown fur was thick, bristly, and started to shed like the leaves falling from trees in autumn. He gave himself a sharp shake, and a clump of fur lazily descended from the air and landed gently on the ground. His eyes looked around wearily, finding nothing of particular interest he crouched low and experimentally swiped at nothing. Owlstar crouched in the moist shade, his stub of a tail twitched with cold disinterest. He glanced around with his single eye and stood upon his paws. The clearing was abysmal with a hundred different toughts and voices. Claw That Kills Mouse strode in softly. He jumped upon a solid stone, and he narrowed his bright amber eyes in thought. He flexed his hooked claws and tensed as he noticed the tiny scuttle of prey. Wind Chaser loped in with long strides. He giddily grinned as he had nearly made it to the clearing without tripping, but just as he thought it he didn't notice a rock in his path and his paw caught it. He tumbled to the ground into a brown and white heap of fur. Owlstar limped in, his gaining age reflected in his only eye. The old scars seemed prominent from his graying fur. His ears were flattened out to the sides and he groaned as he laid himself down once more. The old cat sighed and the voice he should'be heard clearly was foggy and dull. Even his eyes were giving way to the abuse he had suffered. After realizing he couldn't protect his family from Wetwhisker anymore, he felt older and weak. He has even begun to become stiff in the joints and lose his muscle. He looked at Owlstar slightly scared and limped up to him "You're a StarClan cat right?" "Starclan? Ha! I laugh at Scarclan. I was never restored to my young self, I don't walk with them. Some of my kin are in Starclan though." His smile turned to a cool smirk. "But StarClan doesn't exist, right?" "Sure its there, but they like to steal the very breath from your lungs. They deceive the stupid and trample the great. They forge nothing but ill will and vengance." He spat at the ground angrily. He rubbed against the rough bark, liking how the bumps and ridges massaged his skin. |
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Post by Dragon on May 30, 2009 1:50:18 GMT -5
The old tom cat padded in, his gray muzzle raised and he smiled at them. There was still a glint in his dulling green eye. Not even as he stumbled slightly it didn't disturb the powerful air that circulated around him.
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Post by Dragon on May 30, 2009 1:55:25 GMT -5
Wind Chaser swiftly cut across a small clearing in the forest and from the woods he spied a tall, regal looking stone that over looked the clearing where Owlstar had said Snow was. He took special care not to trip over roots or stones. The tom neared the rock and with surprising luck he leaped from the ground and landed squarely on the rock. A surprised look spread across his face, seeing that he did not fall or hurt himself. With a shake of his brown and white head he raised himself proudly, and at that moment he lost his footing and fell down the rock to roll onto Snow's paws.
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Post by Dragon on May 31, 2009 1:19:57 GMT -5
A groan came from his lips as he slithered in like a tired serpent. His green eye blinked as he looked at the other cats and it narrowed to an annoyed slit.
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Post by Dragon on Jul 7, 2009 5:11:24 GMT -5
"Oh noo..." He gave a wheezy groan as the intoxicating feeling of pleasant exhaustion weighed on his eyelid. His head leaned forward though he tried to fight it. The urge was to strong and he slipped into slumber.
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Post by Dragon on Jul 8, 2009 17:41:07 GMT -5
Owlstar licked his paw, and drew it over a torn ear. He contemplated weather to RP or continue watching this exciting box full of words and people. He stroked his chin thoughtfully with a paw and decided to RP. But who shall he RP? What situation!?!? He should as the public! He decided quickly.
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Post by Dragon on Jul 14, 2009 23:41:54 GMT -5
"Hello, thar!" He called in a clear dracula accent, "Pleased to suck-- MEET you!"
"Oh, dear!" The cats accent was thickening and beginning to slur slightly as he approached Caveclaw. His snuffed the air loudly, "Vhat have we here? I zad cat I prezume
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Post by Dragon on Jul 23, 2009 3:04:45 GMT -5
Owlstar trotted in, in his age and brilliance. (Yes I am stuck up) Though he tried to retain his regal stance and entrance he looked worn from his own age. Moons of tiresome fighting and worrying(And...other things). Had him at a ripe old age none could foretell. He had stopped counting after he had become an apprentice. A silver tinge was on his muzzle and he had an old scar where his right eye should have been. His ears were torn though they were pricked and held proud as if they were whole. His most shocking bit was the scarred tissue where his tail had been removed by a strong jaw. Despite all the scars and injuries a jolly smile of one who looked to have never had trouble danced on his rough face. His roaming eye caught sight of his mate, Blueestar and he instantly brightened to another level(if that was even possible). Owlstar quickened his trot and met up with her, he pressed his dark pink nose against hers and grinned showing a his amber teeth.
Blueestar let a loud purr of pleasure. She stood up and rubbed her head on his shoulder, "I have missed you," She mewed quietly.
Owlstar licked her heartily over the ear. He nuzzled her on the shoulder gently and purred deep in his throat. "I've missed you as well." The rumbling in his chest rose in volume, but it slowly ceased. He swallowed and looked at her, "Did you... here about Sunpaw?" The ginger cat asked slowly.
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Post by Dragon on Aug 3, 2009 21:39:14 GMT -5
"OWL!" She screamed, and clinged to him.
Owlstar pounced about pawing at his old friend. His torn ears were perked with interest as if he was a joyful apprentice again waiting to train with Noonlight and his friends, Hawkpaw and Sparklepaw. But those days were long gone but he could still be as hyper as he wanted.
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Post by Dragon on Aug 27, 2009 2:35:19 GMT -5
The old cat trotted through the forest absently. His single green eye searched the forest without much care. He felt confident that he could defend himself against anything the forest could throw at him. Owlstar smiled to himself, his legs had been broken by wolves, he has been chewed on my foxes and beaten by badgers. The ginger cat smirked and began to enjoy his evening walk even more.
His torn ears flicked to the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. He closed his green eye and breathed in the life of the forest. The old tom cat could hear it all, the murmur of sleeping animals. The breeze in the high tops of the trees. Everything whirled around him, completely oblivious is his existence. His eye blinked open, the night forest hadn't change. But maybe the crickets had become just a bit louder and the night just a tad darker.
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Post by Dragon on Sept 2, 2009 2:25:06 GMT -5
(Featuring Raven~kittypet~)
*she paded in and sat down wondering where she'd wandered off to now*
*she yawned quietly and licked her injured paw*
*she sented the air curiosly*
*she hung her head* a cant that cannot see does not belong in a place of such beauty and wonder *she meowed to herself*
should i go back to the twoleg den..? maybe Haily and Garret are back.... no.. theyr not comming back *she meowd to herself and sighed*
Owlstar slunk from the shadows and twined his sleek body around the black she-cat, his green eye glinting mischievously. He could turn from soft to sly in less then a heart beat. "What are you doing in the woods, my fat little kitty?" He purred, in a too sweet voice that screamed danger. "Wondered away from your two-leg keepers."
*her fur prickled uneasily* th-they left.. a-and i have no idea w-where i am.. *she meowed timidly*
*her white eyes were wide with fear* pleas i-i dont mean any harm *she meowed quietly*
His lip curled into a ferocious grin. The ginger tabby breathed in the sickening scent of the kittypet, his nose wrinkling at the stench. How did they not notice themselves? Owlstar stood to her, face to face less then a whiskers length away. His hot breath brushed against her face. It stank of one to many fish for a diet. "I see, we can't see." Again, his purr was too calm and pleasant to be trusted.
*she shrank back her ears flattened in fear her fur prickling slightly*
Owlstar let out a hissing laugh, his claws slid slowly from their sheaths. But they quickly retracted, and he took a step back. "Forgive me," His voice was not a purr, but a trusty gruff voice that sounded more like the cat he was. "I, don't usually taunt kittypets but my bad side... got the best of me. I'm Owlstar, and you are?" His head tilted to the side, one torn ear flopping slightly.
my name is Raven.. *the she-cat meowed quietly and hung her head in shame* pleas forgive me for tresspassing.. i didnt mean to cause any trouble.. *she meowed her ears drooped*
The tabby let out an indifferent grunt. "It is no trouble, Raven. You are but a blind kittypet." He sat down in a pile of dried leaves that crackled as he shifted slightly. Owlstar gave his mangled paw a Swift lick. "I doubt you can even hunt." His eye flicked toward her quickly then, glanced away. "How have you been feeding yourself anyhow?"
i haven't been eating much but sometimes i do find a mouse or two.. *she meowed shifting a paw slightly* in my opinion someone who cannot see does not deserve to live in such a place of beauty and wonder... *she meowed half to herself*
"I heard you darling. Now, what do you say, I catch you a nice fat squirrel, huh? Probably the mice you caught were old and scrawny. Prey don't jump into blind paws. Now stay there." He went immediately into an experienced hunting crouch. Perfectly balanced, as silent as a gliding hawk. He scented the air slowly, taking no rush. He searched the canopy, and the ground before he caught sight of a flailing squirrel tail. Owlstar brought himself closer to the ground and slid forward. The squirrel was in a tree, this would prove difficult. With a subdued growl, he leaped at the trunk of the tree and hacked away at reaching the squirrel. The squirrel, arrogant at first did nothing as the cat struggled up the truck but as Owlstar's paws touched the tree branch it was close to over. The prey was too slow as Owlstar took well-balanced leaps and landed squarely on top of the squirrel.
*she tiled her head to the almost silent noise* your to kind Owlstar *she meowed dipping her head* thank you *she said sounding slightly happier* how can i repay you? *she tilted her head a small smile on her face*
Owlstar lifted his head up from the freshly killed prey. He scoped it up and climbed/fell down the tree. But other then his ungraceful climbing, he remained his usual controlled self. He tossed to squirrel at her paws, with a snort. "That squirrel was begging to die, to stupid run when it was too late." Owlstar began licking his paws carefully.
*she nodded* again i thank you *she said gratefully and smelled the squirrel she began to eat savoring the squirrel*
He shrugged and silently groomed his slightly ruffled pelt. It didn't take long for him to groom the majority of his body. He had already groomed so many times that day. The tom cat was again yearning to return to his mate but she was off somewhere. He looked over at Raven, trying to make small talk. "My mate is having kits." He stated simply, but a small smile crept onto his lips.
*she finnished the Squirrelle and looked up licking her lips* oh thats wonderfull! *she meowed smiling* i love kits *she said but then her ears drooped slightly* do you know what your going to name them? *she tilted her head*
"Oh, we have a few names in our head." The tiniest of purrs came from him, it wasn't anything like his sickly sweet ones from before, these ones only carried warm affection. "But its really up in the air right now. We don't even know how many, right now."
*she noded quietly her white eyes clouded in thought* yeah.. *was all she managed to say* i think kits are gifts from the earth like rain and a flower in bloom *she meowd blissfully*
*she blinked and tilted her head to the ground* i must sound so foolish.. *she mummered laughing slightly*
He shook his head, "No, I agree with you. They are blessings, but something a blessing can be as sweet as curse if turned bad..." His voice trailed off as he remembered their prior litter. Two living normally, while two were out and trying to rule the world with blood and power. "And when a blessing turns to a curse, you can't see it... Because they look exactly the same."
she noded her mind clouded with thoughts and she shifted her sightless gaze to the sky her face sereous not realy seeming like a face a kittypet would have* i just wish cats could see the world as i see it through the spirits of our ansestors and those to come everything is a blessing no matter how small like a tree blowing in the wind a spiders web the essence of life that surrounds us all every day... *she wandered off* but i guess i should leave your territory shouldnt i..? *she said her head tilted*
He let out a long sigh, "Well, you may do what you want. But you should either find a clan, someone to take care of you, or some new two-legs." He stood up, his stub of a tail flicking slightly, "I should run, to contemplate what I have heard today. Just follow a scent of a cat, or wander in a straight line until you find someone. Good luck!" He had already begun running, and he loved a good run to go over things.
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Post by Dragon on Sept 8, 2009 16:38:54 GMT -5
Owlstar purred, pride filling his voice as trotted in with his scarred he ad held high and proud. He even lifted his paws as he walked. Every fiber in his being was overwhelmed with many different feelings. But the one that out did them all, what of course his prideful attitude, but shadowing it was anxiety for little Twistedkit. The big tabby crouched low, just trying to keep the image of their soft little bodies in his mind that often forgot important things.
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Post by Dragon on Sept 23, 2009 22:54:31 GMT -5
He laid down in a cool corner, a sullen wave of depression sweeping over his body. His sudden sadness was swift in his conquest, and kick to kill ones mood. The world seemed bleak and emotionless, lacking in color and just the means to believe anything was ever beautiful. Owlstar let out a mournful sigh, the hot air making the grass twitch in it's wake.
With slow, labored movements he tucked his paws beneath his chest. His dull eye, staring at a meaningless pebble. He didn't move. Not even the rise and fall of his chest was easy to see. One would have to stare at him for many moments just to realize he was alive. But his gaze quavered and he melted before the rock, before flicking it away with a light flick of his paw. He was instantly regretting the movement, the pebble had been his only company.
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