All Alone At Sunset [OPEN]

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MUSE; Good
MUSIC; Prozak {Dexter Freebish}, All Alone {Gorillaz}
WORDS// 283

    The rocks were cold. The darkness was stealing across the land, stealing the warmth from the rocks, the water, the tom staring out. His thick white pelt had not been groomed, and patches of it stuck up weirdly. His deep golden eyes were bleak, empty. He was standing stiffly upon the rocks, staring out over the water. His face was mostly blank, though if one looked hard enough, they would see it looked a little sad. The large, muscular tabby was watching the shimmering reflection of the fading light.
    He stared at the sun, as it sank. It will rise tomorrow, he told himself. And then it will set. And then it will rise. And over and over, the cycle goes. He sighed, his shoulders sagging. Would anything every change? Or would it all just be like this? A blur of border patrols, hunting, and unfriendly faces. Day after day. After every day, there would be a tomorrow. There was no end to it.
    The young warrior closed his eyes, for just a moment. Maybe joining the Clans was a mistake. but... what would he be doing back as a Loner? Or even farther back as a kittypet? The same things, likely.
    His eyes opened. He was doomed to this endless cycle. To this ordinary, unexciting, lonely cycle.
    Lonely? Since when had loneliness been a problem to him? No, it always had. He just ignored it. Because he had no friends in SunsetClan. The tabby sighed again, this time sinking to the rocks. He buried his nose in his paws. The cold sank into his pelt. but he didn't care. It was a break in the cycle. Doing nothing to escape the cold.

[Avery]

Tags: .masquerade.
Music:
Muse: High
Ooc: -cracks knuckles- Since my main girly is N/A you get these two!
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"Russetpawwwwwww!"

Toritshell fur prickled at the thousandth whine that issued from the russet red tom that stumbled after her. The apprentice ground her teeth in frustration and how poor her luck seemed to be these last few days. Since her worst enemy's disapperance a little over a moon ago she had been stuck with the young tom who was constantly looking for her. The two had grown close since his birth, and Wildpaw seemed to have taken him underneath her wing... which she had of course done for her when she was his age. Wildpaw seemed to just collect kit's. "Ugh! Sunkit! Would you please just shut your trap for once? I promised to take you out, but only if you kept quiet!" She snarled at him over her shoulder. The fluffy kit stopped and glared at her. "Sorry miss grumpygills! but you also told me you knew where Wildpaw was! You're a liar!"

Russetpaw sighed. She had only said that because she needed to draw the tom away from camp. She had big plans for her little brother and it meant that only one would return to camp.. the other would mysteriously get carried out to sea. She had grown tired of the two growing close with one another, and jealousy coursed through her like wild fire. Slowly but surely the apprentice was determined to snuff out Wildpaw's greatest supporters in order to get her love interest to finally notice herself. Starting with Sunkit. As the two padded out she walked side by side with the sixth month old tom, his head coming to her shoulder. "So where is she?" He asked trotting eagerly beside her. Russetpaw's eyes narrowed and she glanced down at him, "Around the bend."

"Is that her?"

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MUSE; Okay
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WORDS// 185

    Two distant voices. Young. The snow-white head jerked up, eyes flashing open and gleaming in the fading light. His head snapped around to the source of the voices, his body following in a fluid movement as he got to his feet. He paused, face blank. Eyes dull. Always dull.
    Who were these two? Why was a kit outside of the camp? They were yet some distance from him, but they weren't very hard to spot... or hear. They were looking for someone... obviously not him.
    He felt a sudden ache in his chest as he hoped he did not disappoint them. He would hate to dash their hopes. He was just him, after all. Nothing too interesting. Realising he was staring, he slowly turned his gaze back to the water and pretended not to notice. Whatever they were doing was none of his business. None at all.
    Nothing was his business. Nothing but his own. He sat down, his stump tail twitching slightly. Unconsciously, his eyes trailed from the water to his own paws. And though he stared at them, he did not see them.

[Avery]

Tags: .masquerade.
Music: None
Muse: Great
Words: 338
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"No, you mousebrain. Does that look like Wildpaw?" She meowed sharply, irritation radiating off her in waves. The fool up ahead was ruining her plans, and she was incredibly displeased. It had taken a lot of planning to sneak the incredibly loud kit out of camp unseen by anyone and it was appearing that it was all in vain. Lost in her thoughts she barely caught the fluff of a red plumed tail before the kit was scampering up ahead to greet the lone Clanmate. "Sunkit!" She snarled chasing after him, her paws churning the sand. The tom kit was a blaze of speed as he traveled easily along the surface of the sandy shore. Liquid chocolate eyes locked on the cat of him, he barely felt Russetpaw's claws swiping through his tail fur. Snaking his tail underneath his bum he poured speed into his paws and beat her to the white tom. Throwing his legs frontwards he screeched to a stop, sand flying in every direction as he did.

"Howdy!"

Bright, innocent eyes locked onto the tom's frame in such eagerness that it was like he was memorizing every detail of the cat before him. Burnt red tinged coat was fluffed up to make himself look twice as big while he stood near the taller cat. Sunkit definitely didn't want to look small, which wasn't to difficult for him as he had just passed his sixth moon. "You're... Prazk.. right?" He meowed after a few moments, hoping he said his name right. "Sunkit!" The apprentice skidded to a stop beside the young tom, a growl escaping from her lips. "When I say stop, you stop. You ungrateful-" She paused realizing who was in front of her. "Oh." She said awkwardly, "Hello.. Prozak." She really didn't know the ex-loner very well, only that he had joined the Clan a few moons ago. She felt that he was a bit distant, and was probably having a hard time adjusting to Clan life.

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MUSE; All Right
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WORDS// 140

    A few little pawsteps back as the kit got closer. There was an uncomfortable look in the tom's eyes. At the cat's enthusiastic greeting, he swallowed. Afraid of a kit? Wow, this is new, even for you.
    "...hi," he said, awkwardly, not bothering to correct the little tom. His voice was deep, and smooth, carrying the obvious youth of the cat. Yet he was also obviously nervous. He fidgeted, trying to appear like he wasn't about to turn and run. Why now? Why when he just needed a moment to be sad and lonely, all by himself, did he need to get caught in something like this?
    And then the Apprentice joined them, making the situation even more uncomfortable for the tom.
    Her harsh words directed toward the kit made Prozak's golden eyes widen.
    "H-hello," he echoed, averting his eyes.

[Avery]

Muse: Good
Words: 414
Music: Neon Light
Ooc:

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Awkward.

That was definitely one word to describe the exchange between the three cats. Russetpaw's poison yellow orbs rested on Prozak, and her whiskers were pulled back, clearly showing that she wished she was anywhere else but her. Sunkit on the other paw was to busy eyeing the cat with a look of pure curiosity and excitment, obviously oblivious to the awkward situation. Then again, Sunkit could talk the tail off of anyone. "What'cha doin' out here Prozak?" He asked taking a few steps forward to see what the other tom could see from where was standing. "Anything interesting out there? Ferretkit told me that there are ugly monster's out there with a weird snouts and grey skin that float around. He said that they like leap into the air and do tricks and stuff. He says they EAT cat's! Could you imagine that? Monsters from the sea eating cats? Cause, I mean, we love to swim right so wouldn't that be weird if we were swimming and got eated? I think it would be weird. Did you know that I'm almost six moons? I can actually be an apprentice now! I mean, I'm so big, don't you think I could be an apprentice now? Mom won't let me, she says that I need to mature first, whatever that means. Are you a warrior yet? Because your name is kinda confusing? I mean, like wouldn't you have a name with Prozak..tail? Or ear? Or wing? Why is it just Pro-" A growl from his sister's throat, and a tail slapping into his mouth forced the young tom to stop talking.

"Do you ever breathe Sunkit?" The she-cat asked nastily, her eyes flashing in anger. "I can't stand it when you chatter like that, no wonder why mom wanted to get out of that nursery today." Sunkit glared at his older sister, and puffed his tiny chest out. "Russetpaw! That's mean! No wonder no one likes you." He huffed and scurried to the opposite side of Prozak, knowing that Russetpaw would attempt to rake her claws through his fur. Fortunately, black ebony claws rushed through air, and Russetpaw glared at Sunkit over the back of the white tom. "You're dead." She mouthed, to which Sunkit promptly stuck his tongue out at her, "Sorry about that Prozak, we can get out of your fur if you want some peace." She meowed, returning to her attention to her Clanmate. "Sunkit is rather annoying."