May These Noises Startle You in Your Sleep [tagged]

[Glorilyss]

{OoC: Roselocke }

The night was pregnant, filled with foreboding and the vague flashes of stars glittering between the silver-shimmering undersides of birch leaves. There was something different about the atmosphere, a heaviness that sat on the mind with a different weight than that of the high-summer humidity clinging to pelts and trees and river. Tonight was going to be special. Tonight was not like the rest. Tonight was a nigh6t to explore, to struggle, to test oneself.

The ginger and white tabby slid out of camp, a raggedly elegant shadow colored with the pale starshine-lit brilliance of white against black. She slipped into all the right places, leaving the camp without leaving a trace; light pawsteps against dry ground, no way to track her once out of sight. Amber eyes rake the familiar undergrowth, intuitive gaze looking for something decidedly unfamiliar in the same old humped shadows and thick shade clumped around every tree and bit of grass. She wanted something new. She wanted something exciting.

No wonder, then, that she struck out immediatel for the MidnightClan border. The restless night had left her feeling odd and alert, uncertain in her belief that LeafClan was the best and there was no other. If Sunstar could deny an offering like that which her parents had given her, aka a litter full of pure, truly loyal warriors, how could LeafClan be the best? If Sunstar had decided to give her such an awful name such as Blossomwish, when truly she was more than an ideal, more than a dream, how could she owe undying loyalty to her Clan? She felt reckless and rootless, needing to wash away her shame in the feel of cold blood over claws and teeth meeting with skin. She needed a fight, and so it made perfect sense that she headed towards the MidnightClan border to fin one.

Sure, it was the middle of the night. Sure, there was harly any moon above the forest, and therefore even less below the leaves. That didn't matter. What mattered was that the ginger and white lady strode up and down the common border, occasionally rubbing herself against border markers, but mostly just looking intently across the border. She wanted a fight, and one way or another, she'd get one.

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Greypaw

May These Noises Startle You in Your Sleep

The night was as dead as any, with the sky the same pitch black, dotted with the shimmering lights of the stars and the singular shadows that cast over the camp. The moon held high, strong in Silverpelt, only adding more to the perfect, bright night. With no sunlight, and a path of only the silver color of the overcast moon, the light amber eyes that stared out of the crowded apprentice den only seemed more dark, more of a pit than most of the times before. Yet another night of no sleep for the elder apprentice of 11 moons, with his large bulky build larger than most other apprentices, and even to the extent of the size of an average warrior. Darker grey stripes slashed across the base of light grey, the color an almost faded white just as his thin body stepped out, narrowly avoiding the tails of many, but he had to be quiet, to be careful, to be unnoticed as much as he was during the day. but then again, that was a lie. Many cats took notice to him, but almost entirely in pity, for how he had simply disappeared off the face of the earth before any cat could ever take it in, yet he only returned three full moons ago. It was undeniable of the darkness he had suffered before, yet the only scars he hold was the emotionally ragged state he was in now, and then his skinny body under that thick, plush fur. The fur that was still kit soft.

Just as it was before he disappeared.

Large paws silently tapped the ground as the tom narrowly, with quick movements, made his way out of Midnightclan camp as if he was yet another shadow, a darkness hidden by the shapes lining the landscape. Warm air stilled in the air as the apprentice's body entered the forest that was his territory, and then he was off. Grey tabby fur flickered from light to dark as he passed through shadows and then to exposure to the moonlight, as his long limbs raced through the forest. As if he was trying to run from something, or run to something. Yet the only thing he was running from was his own damned thoughts, the voices that echoed through his skull, the voices that fueled his anger and pure fears, the voices that controlled him so much of his life, ever since he had returned, since he had escaped. His thoughts running wild as he sprinted and navigated through the territory that almost seemed unfamiliar to him still, from the moons of training he had only missed from the evil of the torture he suffered.

Oh the secrets he had.

Finally, a scent caught him off guard. A foreign touche, a scent that was not of his clan nor the scent of the same rogues that he feared so much. This scent was of a forest, a familiar scent that he had scented only at the gatherings he had attended. His maw instantly snapped open as his muscles tensed and that large bodied frame froze in fear, his fur prickling on his neck and shoulders. It was another clan, and some sort of enemy right at their border. Those warm, gentle light amber eyes instantly hardened, becoming colder than the icey breeze of Leaf-Bare, before Greypaw stepped forward in quick movements, his voice touching the air with no fear."This is Midnightclan territory. Get off, intruder." His young voice was strangely mature, as if yet another dark spirit passed through him, giving him a new voice, replacing the gentle one. but, this voice was only the voice of a hardened soul, a soul that had endured too much. Far too much to bear.

A soul that had endured torture, rather than the normal life of a clan cat.

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[Glorilyss]

Blossomwish - Blossomwind, as she told everyone - would never know what it was that made this night different. Of course, she'd instantly come out looking for a fight. Her blood sang in her veins, coursing through her body with a thrill like the chill of leafbare frost on the pads of a dawn patrol. Her whiskers quivered, alive with the sense of nearby bodies. Her fur stood on end, every particle charged with the knowledge that despite the fact that the night was dark and the clearing seemingly empty, she was not alone. No Clan cat was ever alone; she'd acknowledged the feeling of true singularity before, and tonight did not have that same feeling. Tonight was different, but only in that it was the same.

Shivering with the anticipation of movement, of the delicate dance between life and death that came on a claw's edge, the elegant female moved even closer to the border. She leaned down, bringing her nose close to the base of a bush in order to try and determine the time that the latest patrol had come through. No one had been around recently, and more was the pity; she felt a deep, bone-aching sense of need for something different. Something to change her world. She was slowly growing more and more sick of Sunstar and her new idea for LeafClan. Who could respect a Clan of half-breeds and those of impure blood? Blossomwish, with her blue-blood lineage and unbroken heritage of pure LeafClanners, could never accept the thought of outside coming in to taint the purity of her Clan. So why did she gravitate so frequently to the MidnightClan border? Was it because Sunstar had shown such scorn for everything that her family had stood for, or was it something deeper, something different?

At the sudden crack of the tom's voice, the ginger and white tabby leaped. She'd been slightly unfocused, amber gaze boring somewhere into the middle distance, caught up in the pale light of Silverpelt and the intermittent glitter of moonlight that found its way to the leaf-strewn ground below her paws. At the sudden interruption of her restless night, however, she spun toward the border, eyes narrowing into angry amber slits even as she took a small step forward.

"If you'll notice, MidnightClanner, I'm on my side of the border." Even lean and ragged as she was, the elegant cheekbones gave the she-cat an aristocratic air, the imperial look on her face giving her the sort of visage that only princesses or leaders commanded. She lifted her chin. Despite the fact that she was thinner and smaller than the tom facing her, she was not intimidated. Honestly, the strong lilt of his voice and the vicious challenge in his tone had warmed her. She had little patient for faint-hearted cats, and he certainly did not seem to be one. "I might ask why you are so near my border?" Her tone was borderline arrogant, but her body language didn't reflect that; she held herself simply, though confidently, the lean lines of a battle-hardened body lightly outlined by the silver of moonlight.

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Greypaw

May These Noises Startle You In Your Sleep

The night was dark, almost forbidding, but the question was, why was he here? He could have easily stayed comfortably in the apprentice den, without the slightest care past his sleep riddled with small nightmares that would cause him more sleep depreciation than ever, but then he would not be suffering from the adventure he was now going upon, with the same timing as the stars held high in the sky. Every shadow lengthed larger than him, but then again, the moon that was held high in the sky was a specific bright moon that was almost full. All his steps seemed to echo in the night the same as a drop of water in a cave, being heard most everywhere in that cave. Except there was no cave.

All there was was the night, and the darkness clinging to his large body.

He was so very propelled to continue forward, but why was he? He wanted to turn back, to return to camp, until the scent hit him. A chance to prove himself, to dance with the devil for a life or death situation that would choose his fate. but even if he died, at least his tortured dreams would come to an end, rather than a new beginning. He could have been normal, acted normal, but why would he even try? He had to continue forward, with the voices touching his conscious propelling him to go back-but he had to disobey. He could not be obedient to those evil voices and things that hid inside his mind, his intelligence, his insanity. but the real question was-why would he even try. All he had to do was continue forward, and pray that no one was there, that the scent was old and worn.

but then he heard a reply to his voice.

Yet this voice was silky smooth, a beautiful tone to his ears that twitched in almost anticipation, just as his grey tabby fur stood on end. but just the same, his posture was more loose, less tense and ragged than his newer posture. Every step was cautioned, carefully proceeded, but his amber eyes still seemed to shine through the darkness. Greypaw's ears flicked in pure curiosity, as how would this she-cat react to him, and his appearance? Should he even step out into the open? but he had to respond, or he would seem more weak, and he had to give it a real try."You may be on your side, Leafclanner, but why are you so close to your border? And by your lonesome none the less, at this time of night." His voice was not as young as it should be-it was matured, older than most apprentices, with the deep tone of his nearing warrior-hood. It's texture was smooth, prepared without the ringing tone as he stepped forward.

Into the light.

In an instant, his grey tabby fur was exposed, with it's short, soft texture already noticeable, and then the high maintenance it held gave him a show of honor, of dignity. His dashing looks set upon his face held the hardened light amber eyes that stared forward with the slightest expression of his defense, and then his large, muscular body holding quite the bit of threatening aura. A 15 moon old apprentice, near his warrior hood. his large body was the size of a warrior, with his ears twitching as he stared ahead, searching. Just before, he listened as that silky voice entered the air once more, and then his response jumped up in a reply,"I was on a midnight walk. Simple as that, maybe do a bit of hunting even, dear." Greypaw's voice touched the air once more, just as his amber eyes spotted mirroring amber eyes of the she-cat he heard.

Yet he heeded no movement.

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[Glorilyss]

Despite the fact that she'd heard the voice, clinging shadows and moving darkness effectively concealed its source. True, her eyes were sharp in the dimness of the forest; very few things escaped her quick gaze. While she could really only be described as an average hunter, it was not for lack of ability, but rather patience. It was hardly surprising, then, that as she turned her eyes towards the origin of the new voice, she could make out the indistinct outline of another cat. No, that wasn't quite right; the surrounding foliage broke up the silhouette too much for that to have been what caught her eye. Instead, it must have been the thickening of the darkness where the form was, another shadow layered upon the shade that collected and pooled beneath the trees overhead.

At his words, she bridled a bit, fur rising along her shoulders at his tone. Why would he care? Why should he? Sure, she was near the border, but she hadn't stepped over - yet - and she clearly hadn't been hunting. And like he'd said, she'd been on her own; the faint traces of old LeafClan and MidnightClan scent intermingling on the air was enough to show that she didn't have any companions, so a midnight raid was hardly likely for anyone but a suicidal maniac. While Blossomwish knew she was many things, neither 'suicidal' nor 'maniac' fit her very well. In fact, the chill in her eyes remained, hinting at a predominant attachment to logic over anything. Sure, she had a short fuse and was quick to show flares of passion, but over everything hung the same questing voice: Is this smart? Is this the logical mean to an end?

Whether or not she listened to logic was always a matter of chance, of course - but then, what wasn't?

"I don't think it really matters if I'm on my own," she pointed out. "Since I'm clearly not much of a threat to your whole Clan single-pawed." Odd that she said that - Blossomwish had always been very firmly the sort of cat that who believed that even the youngest LeafClan warrior was more than a match for any given cat of another affiliation. but then, things were changing. She couldn't trust the integrity of her own denmates, couldn't expect them to follow the example that her family had been laying down for generations. Finally, the first hint of good, mature sense had begun to trickle into her formerly firmly-closed mind. Of course, it was less a belief that everyone was equal, and more of a belief that a once-unconquerable stronghold of purity and honor (read, LeafClan) had begun to weaken.

The world that Blossomwish had grown in had started showing the first signs of wear. The ideals she'd held herself to all of her life were beginning to seem more and more as if they were being cast-off, and the life she'd led was beginning to feel as though it was crumbling around her whiskers. The instability of her world had transferred into her moods, leaving the ginger and white tabby equally unpredictable. Such was evident when she tilted her chin and added boldly, "Besides, I'm out here because I like the night." Such a declaration was actually surprising. She'd always preferred the daytime; things looked so much more honest in the light of the sun. but reality had shown her now that the world was full of hidden things, and the deepening shadows around her was a far more accurate description of her life.

"I'm not anyone's 'dear,'" she snapped instantly, tail tip twitching slightly. Truth; Blossomwish had never been bothered with others showing any sort of affection for her. With a prickly, insufferable attitude like hers, who could stand her long enough to get close? Besides, pet names had always reminded her far too much of servitude. She was Blossomwish - Blossomwind to anyone who wanted to get her attention - not sweeting, or love, or dear.

As the tom stepped into full moonlight, Blossomwish felt a reaffirmation of her belief in the powers of night. Sure, in the concealing shadows, anyone could look like anything. but in full moonlight, the truth became clearer. The world was colored in the stark black-and-white that she had grown up believing in. While the sun sparkled brilliantly and hurt the eyes, the moonlight never dazzled. And if the moonlight was inconstant and fickle - well, she was, too. "What's your name?" She didn't know why she was bothering to ask. She didn't need to know his name to fight him, and that's what she'd come here for, right?

Right?


[ooc: eeee this is fun. You should listen to "Maybe These Noises Startle You in Your Sleep" and "Hell Above" by Pierce the Veil with this thread, it fits pretty much perfectly. xD]

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Greypaw

May These Noises Startle You In Your Sleep

His head snapped as his light amber eyes searched for any movement, and movement at all, so then he could finally decipher who held this beautiful voice of the Leafclanner. Even if this could only be seen as stupidity to want to see the enemy, but he was utterly curious, Then again, being curious would never really help in any way. From the fact that he was abducted as a kit for being curious, to the also fact that he grew insane from being abducted-the odds never seemed to really point in his favor. Yet his curiousity did not seem to waver as his eyes continued to flick around, looking for any shadow or movement that could be described as indifferent, a cat's outline that could only reveal the she-cat he was now speaking too. All the shadows seemed to darken as the moon slipped behind a nightly cloud, but that second was enough for him to make out a shape different than others. Even with the shadows dark, this shadow-no, this figure, it was more detailed and darker than anything else, and his adjusted eyes were able to make out a pair of amber eyes that seemed to spot him as well, and in second nerves touched his stomach, before disappearing as he remembered his swear. His swear from barely two moons before.

The swear of his sanity.

The swear was to be prescribed as also following his safety, with how his fears were to stay down, and to no cat to see his break down ever again. From the fear and bewildered look he remembered that stayed upon Rainpaw's face, he knew that nothing about his past could ever be seen, nor revealed, ever again. Never would he allow such a thing to happen. His breakdowns, his whispers, his insecurties-all were to now be hidden, and never revealed to anyone ever again. He would become strong, almost cocky in his facade, until he saw fit to finally let any such thing go, but he would be careful as well. In no way would he risk near anything, as he also knew that anything could hurt his heart and his self in general, and he had no plans to risk such a thing. He would be everything he had formerly been, and more in his facade.

Then, maybe he would never have to suffer again.

Finally the voice touched the air again, and the grey tabby took interest once more. Those light amber eyes flicked forward and stared as his thoughts returned to reality-where he was facing a possible intruder. The she-cat's words were true, but he knew nothing was to be trusted. Even  if she was only on the border, by herself, she could have been a scout, or anything really that could lead to the danger of his clan. Those amber eyes narrowed before he let his matured, deep voice touch the air lightly, with straining his temper mentally as the whispers increased, yet now, he knew how to ignore them."Yes, that may be true, but who could know what could be behind you, at your camp, and who could know if you were a spy, or a scout for your clan. Yes, you are no threat now-but who knows what could happen later, if you could have brought your clan here. In my own opinion, I think it's safe to say it is okay to be cautious with yet another clan cat not from my own desendence of Midnightclan." Greypaw's voice was smooth, calm with every word, as if he had experience with such smart talking-which he did not. It was undeniable that he was cautious, but that was all because of his past. If he were the same as he was moons ago, he would not have cared if a cat were to try to step foot on his territory-back then he was ignorant to everything, to the world.

but now, he was fully aware of the world.

Now he was nothing like he was as a kit. The careless aura was gone, taking his trouble-maker ways with it. With another suck back to reality, he listened as that same voice touched the air once more, this time with overhanging interest. Why would this she-cat like the night? Even he almost feared the night, yet at the same time, it was comforting. The blinding rays of the Sun never rained down upon his light pelt, and the fact that everything seemed to be open and seen always made him almost fear what could happen. but in the night, he could hide, and he could become stealthy and cautious more than normal."So do I, I guess you can say. It's safer than in the day, in my own opinion." Simple words as he stared ahead, still trying to see the color in the she-cat's pelt-but was only unsuccessful.

Wait, why was he even trying?

With a flick of his tail, he nodded his head in apology, but he only doubted that anything could be seen in the darkened night. Any movement he could have done would plainly be hidden in the shadows, and that was the reason he stepped out. Out into the open. Yet why did he do such a thing, when he liked to be hidden, unnoticed? Why would he do it? but yet, he could yet solve the mystery, until he heard her voice once again. A blink of his hardened amber eyes, before he spoke with a simple, single word. A cautious word."Greypaw." His voice ringed through the clearing lightly, as he finally flicked his tail and nodded to the dark figure he could make out in the shadows."Yours?"

What was he doing?!

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[Glorilyss]

Blossomwish

May These Noises Startle You in Your Sleep

As the clouds shifted overhead, so too did the young she-cat's mood. She had been restless and angry when she'd left camp earlier tonight; now, oddly, her mood was less angry and more curious. Certainly she was still restless; something almost like wanderlust had burned in her paws for the past few days, and while she certainly knew that she was unlikely to ever leave her Clan to explore much more than she usually did, it left an irritating itch just under her skin that could only be compared to fire ants crawling through her fur. As if to enhance the similarity, the she-cat's ears twitched slightly, and she gave herself a vigorous shake, the tip of her tail continuing its constant, annoyed back-and-forth switching. Compelled forward by something she didn't understand, something older than the moonlight that filtered down in pearly swathes or the crumbling soil yielding underpaw, the she-cat tossed her head one more time before stepping fully into the faint silver shine from above.

Instantly, it looked like she'd been dumped in quicksilver - an interesting assumption, given her often-mercurial moods. The end of every hair had been tipped with star-glitter and moon-frost, and the ginger of her tabby pelt paled to a faintly creamy sheen next to the snow-bright shade of the patches of white fur on her frame. The amber of her eyes glowed yellow-green when she tipped her head slightly upward, the high cheekbones and aristocratic face limned with silver and carved with deep shadows as she basked in the spill of moonlight over her immediate world. Lowering her gaze from the blaze of Silverpelt above, the patched tabby firmly fixed her eyes on the greyscale tomcat before her. Whether or not he would see her stepping forward as a challenge, she lifted her chin slightly, looking every inch the blue-blooded LeafClan princess she styled herself as. She was not stereotypically beautiful by any standards, but the vibrancy in her eyes and the way she held herself, as though she lived every moment of her life in perfect awareness of it, gave her a sort of prettiness.

He wasn't bad looking, she noticed quickly; after all, as a connoisseur of beauty, as she liked to think of herself, she should know good-looking when she saw it. There seemed to be a shadow riding his shoulders, something like the ghost of midnight past, but when she blinked rapidly, it was gone, and she chalked the thought up to being fanciful in the moonlight. She didn't think he was much older than her, if at all; in fact, if she had to make a guess, she would have figured he would be her age, or right about there. She let him speak, keeping uncharacteristically silent, even after he told her his name. Greypaw. Appropriate, she thought with a tiny smirk, the gesture making her look feral and barbaric in the moonlight, despite her slender frame and the leanness of her muscles - or perhaps because of it. Well, she'd been pretty much right about his age, at least.

"I'm Blossomwind." Even now, to a stranger she doubted she'd ever see again, she told him the name she wanted to hear. She refused to answer to Blossomwish; when anyone called her by it, she affected not to understand whom they were speaking about, which led to her usually getting her way, if only out of sheer frustration on the part of the speaker. She was not going to find a sudden affection for the name, anyways, so no point in giving him something she'd never acknowledge - even if he ever got the chance to use it after tonight.


Finally, after the quiet had settled around them, she shrugged. "I guess you're right to be cautious. After all, LeafClan could probably kick all of MidnightClan's tails from here to the Skyfield before sun-up." She flashed a vicious, cocky grin at the tom, a hint of her old self returning. She didn't know if she'd decided to get the potential-fight-train back on track, or if she was just making conversation; what did it matter? She'd come here for entertainment, and she was darn certain she was going to get some.

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Greypaw

May These Noises Startle You In Your Sleep

Curiosity ebbed into the tom's mind as the clouds seemed to shift once more, the moonlight pouring down into the clearing he stood in. Those striking amber eyes flicked to meet the shadow's, with those amber eyes reflecting back at him as the moonlight finally kissed his coat. That light grey became a glistening white, with the dakrer stripes becoming a dark silver, with his fur seemingly to shimmer as the silver tips were exposed from the bright moonlight. Strong muscles rippled with even the slightest movement, and even under his thick fur, it was not undeniable that he was handsome, with those dashing, sharp looks upon his face. His features were more of a rough cuteness, rather than the elegance of some aristocratic cats of his clan. His long tail flicked with every single movement of the cat that seemed to stay hidden in the shadows, the cat that held the beautiful voice, rather than his own deep, matured voice, a voice that had changed drastically since his return to the clan. From his amber eyes becoming sharper, more cautious and hardened then there former sweet weakened, to how his body was less skinny, more stronger and well-muscled than ever before. Yet, he knew that a shadow was hulking from his shoulders as he heard the whispering echo in his ear, the whispering that caused his infamous break-downs. Yet today, he was not going to listen to them. For once, they barely affected him as he stared forward with curiosityplain in his eyes, as his large paws tapped the ground in wait. He wanted to see this she-cat.

And when he did, he would be lying if he stated he was not utterly shocked.

Not entirely really, cause he could only hope and see that beautiful she-cat could match the melody of a voice he had heard, but this had only sent shocks running through him. Her high cheek bones gave her a fleeting, elegant look, with her long limbs giving her an almost sway as she moved, like a willow tree being moved by the wind lightly. Her fur held a base of snowy white, and then the ginger patches that were now a pale, beautiful cream. Then there was the silver shine of her fur as the ghostly moonlight was only added to her pelt, and then her eyes. The formerly amber now sparkled a yellow green shade, something that could most likely be mirrored by his own deep gaze. Truly, he could not deny her elegance her beauty.

but she was from another clan.

What a shame, really.

but would he ever really even think of betraying his clan for love? To leave his life for love? but yet, he knew that question would not be answered until it was brought to him, in the moment of a decision he might have to make one infamous day. but for now, he would not fret. Yet again his mind snapped back to reality as he was able to grasp her words, the voice that made his hair stand on end in the middle of the warm night. Yet this time, a rare sight was caught-a small smile as he blinked in utmost surprise."Oh I see. Blssomwind, it is?" In a moment his thoughts ran wild as he heard the words of his crazed friends of Leafclan, and he remembered the words spoken of a she-cat. A fiesty she-cat who made a scene in front of the clan. Lovely to meet her."You have a lovely name, though I have heard of a very specific she-cat from my friends of Leafclan-yes, I am not an entire loner. About a she-cat, who freaked out at her warrior's ceremony. Being named Blossomwish." A smirk touched his features as he gave the she-cat a wink of his sharp eyes, before he let his thoughts escape. Would that come off as rude? Wait, why are you the baby caring? He heard a haunted whisper in his ear, before he almost lost control with a growl, yet he was able to uphold the sound at the last second. No weakness, no problems."but I do prefer Blossomwind."

What the hell?! Was he flirting?

Nope, not possible. He was never the one for such treachery of his clan, and no. No. He did not flirt. For one thing, he barely even knew what flirting WAS! He was young and inexperienced, so saying that he even had experience with flirting of all things was incorrect as well. And one factor that really got it was that not many people even really liked the tom, nor took notice. but who would? He was the one apprentice who was the elder apprentice, with the reputation of betraying his clan-even though he never got a choice. He never got a choice on getting abducted. He never had a choice to have his warrior's ceremony held back. He never got a choice for anything anymore, and it was undeniable that it hurt him every single time. It was not his fault he was taken. It was never his fault, yet he was always blamed.

That was his life really.

Jumping from embarrassment to embarrassment, his social skills decreasing in his own clan as his cautiousness and his facade got the better of him, and the whispers never helped. Nor did the nightmares. The nightmares were always the worst, with making him feel more useless than anything, as he watched as his kidnappers only appeared yet again. but who was he to speak of such things? No one would ever notice him wake up in a cold sweat most every night, the same reason that nobody noticed that he disappeared all those moons ago, to only be tortured. He was not cared for, no, he was only a nothing. He was never noticed in his own clan, yet he didn't mind. Why would he?

It was his life.

but the person that kept him going was his best friend. Rainpaw seemed to be the only one to miss him, rather than his own family, and he was so very grateful for her. but with that, he only pushed her away. He never told her off what haunted his mind and heart, as he was too afraid to ever reveal such a severe secret. but, just maybe, he could trust the she-cat, Blossomwind. but only time could see. Yet again his eyes blinked in surprise as he heard her voice breech the silent air, not even the rustling of the wind at the night they both stood in as they bathed in moonlight. Did she just...compliment him? Nope, there came the stinger! A smile touched his features, a rarity few cats ever witnessed these days, but he could not help but lightly chuckle,"Thanks, I guess. but, you keep believing that and I'll keep believing the opposite of that." Yet another light chuckle as he rolled those amber eyes, the guarded stance slightly loosening as he became almost more casual around her. Finally, after a few moments of silence, he spoke,"So, why are you still speaking to me, the odd Midnighclan apprentice who is 15 moons old?" Curiousity sparked in his eyes as he could only wonder what her answer could be. Barely even anyone ever spoke to him this long before hand, after his abduction, as he could only be considered an outcast. Why would such a beautiful she-cat not run at the sight of his ugly self, with his own hardened eyes and shadow that seemed to always hulk over him?

Why would anything happen in this world?

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[Glorilyss]

Blossomwish

May These Noises Startle You in Your Sleep

For a she-cat who all but looked like she'd fallen from Silverpelt by way of a particularly strong breeze - because she was glazed in silver and starlight, not because she looked particularly angelic - she certainly didn't seem like one. While her features were almost pretty in a feral sort of way, the sassy expression that glimmered in her eyes and curved the edges of her muzzle up were anything but serene. The tiny, pointed teeth that had flashed in her smile made it clear that she was not exactly a sweet little thing, contrasting strongly with the otherworldly aura lent to her by the pearly swathes of moonlight still falling to the earth. They settled around her like a mantle, sweeping down to throw a starkly-contrasting shadow beneath her paws that stretched toward the tomcat. After all, the moon had started its slow downward descent a little while ago; it was far enough down that light still fell in silver waves to the floor, but the shadows of the night were thickening once again. 


Casting an imperious amber gaze at the image of her shadow reaching for the silver tom - she would have raised a brow had she been physically capable of the gesture - the lady shifted slightly to accommodate for a similarly-relaxed stance that she, too, was acquiring. There was little fear in her body - well, to be fair, fear was not an emotion that she was acquainted with. The bold, brassy youth hadn't known the ice of terror down her spine. Fear had never been something to drive her - just the fire of ambition and the utter, unchanging determination that the purity of her blood guaranteed that the world must always go right for her. If the Clans could cast off one of their own, one so deeply their own that there had never been another, then- well, she didn't like to think of it. She didn't like to think that maybe the world she knew was changing, too, changing so that that wasn't such an impossibility.


The thought soured her mood a little, and when the tomcat mentioned her "real" name, she felt her eyes flatten into angry little slits filled with exasperation. Her nose wrinkled in a fair approximation of disgust, and she looked every inch the spoiled daughter of two indulgent, pure-blooded parents that had told her she could always get what she wanted if she worked hard enough and cleaved to the Code. "That's not my name!" Shaking her head again, this time with a very clear irritation, she added a little more calmly, "And I did not freak out." She realized that when she'd flared up, amber eyes a-flame and tail swishing like a tongue of fire, she had shifted her stance once more into something almost aggressive. Oddly enough, she physically forced herself to relax, letting her shoulders release slightly, though her back was still ramrod-straight and her chin was still lifted like she expected everyone to know who she was.

"I wasn't 'freaking out,' I was letting my leader know that it's not okay to stick me with some ridiculous name and expect me not to say anything. Like my family hasn't given their lives in defense of LeafClan for so many seasons that they can't be counted!" She huffed, though the sound was a little less angry this time. Settling herself in to really give him an earful about how disgraceful it was for her to carry the shame of something that sounded so ridiculous she wouldn't actually even say the word out loud, she took an active step forward, eyes alight with the fire inside of her chest and face vibrant with her opinions. It was at times like these, when Blossomwish was caught up in something passionate, that she fairly blazed with prettiness.


However, he effectively shut her up when he suggested that Blossomwind was the preferable name. Wind stolen from her sails, Blossomwish opened her mouth, still poised to give him an earful about what she thought Sunstar could do with her ideas of good names, but found herself cut short. Oh. He thought her name was better. Well, yes, of course it was, that was the point. That was why she'd chosen it.

"Me too. And I bet StarClan thinks it's better, too, which is why as soon as I figure out how, I'm definitely getting Sunstar to change it." The problem proposed was hardly existent to Blossomwish. Sure, Sunstar had told her that she could keep her name or find a new leader who would give her a new one, but that hardly mattered. She'd make the older cat give in to her demands one way or another. And anyways, with the rate that the Clans seemed to go through leaders, how long could she last, really?


Had she actually paused to think about something other than the tragedy that was her name, she probably would have realized that the tom was doing something like flirting. Well, sort of. Blossomwish preferred her style of flirting to be really quite up front, since that was the way she herself did things; subtlety, while not unknown to the adolescent, was certainly not her style. She preferred to go big or go home, as the saying was, and the mouse-foot-tiptoeing style of semi-courting was a little too under-the-table for her to pick up on immediately. Of course, she would probably recognize it as soon as she left, but oh well. 


"Ignorance is bliss, they say," she rejoined, facial features twisted into a smile that was as close to sweet as she would ever get outside of manipulating someone. Of course, there was her own flirtatious flicker in her eyes; while she was from LeafClan, and very firmly, utterly loyal to them, she didn't see flirtation as anything but an art form, and certainly not as being unloyal. Of course other cats would flirt with her. She was amazing, in her rather arrogant opinion, and so any show of admiration towards her was to be expected. Quite the opposite of the quieter cat before her, she expected to be adored, and she was rather bold in her reciprocation of attraction. 

'So why are you still speaking to me?'

"Oh, I don't know. Something to pass the time, maybe?" she mewed teasingly, taking another step forward. She'd been right; they were close in age. She was only a moon older. Looking like she was giving the idea a great deal of thought, she cast her gaze heavenward, face screwed up in pretend intense concentration, then flashed another trademark Blossomwish smile - namely energetic, cocky, and somehow sly. "No, I don't think that's it. In fact, I think you know why I'm still talking with you," she added, face going suddenly serious as though a hand had wiped the smirk from her face. Her amber eyes were vividly intense as she looked at the tom, locking gazes in what would normally be an aggressive gesture if there hadn't been a mysterious depth to her stare. She leaned forward slightly, as if searching for something in the mirrored shade of Greypaw's own gaze, and then straightened up, a wicked, devil-may-care look dancing back over her face.


"I do love to tease MidnightClan cats, of course."

[WORDS] - 1223 [OOC] - LOOK HOW INTENSE AND FLIRTY SHE IS [TAGS] - Roselocke
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you said to retag if over 5 days // Roselocke

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COLD AS ICE

that's how I treated you

Eyes set forward, the grey tabby stared as the she-cat seemed to become enveloped in glistening moonlight, with her high cheekbones and aristocratic features making him gaze longer than he usually would-though he would never admit it, right now she was beautiful. With the moon fully exposed, the moonlight only engulfed them both, and as the light, haunted amber eyes stared upon the she-cat, it was a shock that he didn't flinch away or bow down to her right then and there. She looked like a queen, a leader of beauty, but if he would ever admit it was a definite no. Never in a million years. Even he, the insane apprentice without a care in the world, was too cautious to ever, EVER expose such a thought. Never had he been a flirt, nor a romantic, and so this would make him feel just as uncomfortable as ever-and he was awkward and uncomfortable a lot. Besides, who knew how this cocky she-cat would react to such a sentence, and it seemed like their speaking was getting more casual, like friends even-and he was not going to risk it. He may even develop a friend, or even more, and he wasn't going to risk it with stupidity. With a deep breath the tom breathed in the cool night air as his eyes flickered across the small clearing the two now faced each other in, both sides of the clearing merely tail lengths away from the forest that was their homes. Another blink of his eyes, and he set that cold amber gaze upon her. To most, just seeing his gaze would be frightening, but this she-cat seemed un-phased. He would be lying if he said he was not completely and utterly impressed by it.

More whispers echoed through his head as he thought of the she-cat before him more-she was different then the she-cat's he knew in his clan. This fiery, sassy one was so much different from his crush for the last few moons, even though he doubted he even liked her anymore, was more or less shy and head-strong, something that this she-cat was different from. Blossomwind seemed to have some serious flare, and he liked that about her, already. Even though they had seemed to be only speaking for the last few minutes after their encounter, he already felt that he was starting to like her. She withstood his insane activities, his odd quirks, his cold glare-something no one else did. Which was the reason he was always more of a loner, the outcast of the clan. He was always alone, by himself really, with only the voices in his head to be heard whenever he went into true solitary mode. Most often on walks he took through the woods, or late night places he would go to after cold nightmares would ring through him. With a barely audible sigh at the thought, he lifted his head again as he returned his gaze to the elegant she-cat. With a final deep breath that could be stated as 'sad', the tom returned to his comfortable sitting position, his fluffed tail wrapping around his large paws and long legs. With the moonlight flowing down upon his masculine features, his strong muscles really stood out, giving his body even more of a threatening hint. His grey tabby fur glowing a slight silver and the normal greenery turning a luminescent silver-something truly beautiful. A faint, rare smile graced his features before finally, after the longest few moments, returned his gaze and thoughts to the she-cat.

Greypaw smirked lightly as he noticed her change in demeanor, obviously very pissed at him over himself mentioning her real name, before he corrected himself smoothly, almost with a flirtatious tone. With a brief nod the tom's thoughts whirled once more. Never mention her real name. Got it. Why he was making a mental list of what to never do around her he didn't know-he would never even see her again, right? This was a one time encounter between two cats from two different clans. They would never meet again-but just the thought soured his mood, made him almost...sad? No. Sadness was an emotion he no longer experienced, no longer thought about. He was done with the sadness, the pity, the horrible emotions that ruled his life. He hated it all, and he only wished it would all go away, far away from his life. Make him feel better, rather than so much worse. He pushed away all emotions aside from anger, bitterness, and any joy that would touch his body, but it never happened. Joy was a feeling he had not experience in moons. Same with fear-he no longer feared a single thing, aside from something that horrified him all over again. Himself.

Yes, to himself, he was a monster. With the voices controlling his mind, something horrible could happen and he could not even realize it. In one of the moments when he was stuck inside his mind, while the voices finally breached past his walls and took hold of his body. It was yet to happen, but who knew when it could, and it was the one thing that horrified him. If he were to loose his control. but snapping back to reality as she spoke again, his signature, rarely seen smirk widened into a loose grin, as if the tension that always seemed to hold over him and push him back down. With a light, ringing, deep chuckle, the tom nodded before letting his voice touch the air,"Okay, you didn't freak out. Hey, you can't pin it against me-I wasn't even there." With a light smile, the tom nodded before he spoke with an after thought that seemed like he was actually talking to himself as his gaze flickered around the silver scenery again,"I wonder what warrior name I'll get...Hey, what do you think I'll get for my warrior name?" Another curious glance as his posture loosened, almost casually as he comfortably set into the grass with his gaze set into the fiery amber of Blossomwind's eyes. The same angelic face highlighted with silver light, he waited until her next reply-still the normal awkwardness he had was still there. The same anti-sociability that was now lessened, but still made him stutter or become uncomfortable or still just sit there awkwardly while not being the one to start the conversation. Never.

Then she spoke again, something about 'starclan' and he listened before smiling again with his haunted gaze set into hers. With a shrug of his broad shoulders, he nodded lightly in agreement before he ended up embarrassing himself in anyway-but it wouldn't matter would it? He would never see her again. Never. This was a one time thing, so why did he care whether or not he embarrassed himself? It was weird, weirder than normal that is-he was always more of an oddity especially with the insanity that he secretly held. With his eyes flickering back to meet hers, he awaited until she spoke again, and he almost took a step back in shock when she smiled. It made her even prettier-and it made him even more flustered, even if it didn't show. Nope. He totally didn't notice it. Nope, wrong. Bzzzzt. Bad Greypaw. Very bad Greypaw. No feelings. Those were very, very bad. They ended badly. Who knows, maybe she was like the rest-the ones who betrayed him, bullied him, hated him. He didn't know, but he was still standing before her for no real reason, aside from simply to speak to her. Stupid. Very stupid.

With a flick of his tail, he let his head turn as he heard the she-cat's voice again-and what she said only made him curious. With a quirk of an eyebrow, he let his voice touch the air nervously before he shuffled his front paws again, his heart taking a hit from her remark."Oh...Um..." The stutter that he at times never seen. His confident demeanor dropped, as the nervousness that they had all seen before he changed was back at this moment. His confidence dropped, lowered, he almost turned away in shame before she spoke again, which made him freeze with a scowl touching his lips and his eyebrows narrowing. He was very, very confused at this moment-Blossomwind, this she-cat, was making him pretty much spin in an infinite loop,"No, not really...At least I don't think my reason is yours." What was his reason for staying here? He knew what it was, deep down, but he would never reveal it. Truly, it was not like that was her reason-it was a stupid reason, actually. He felt idiotic, aside from the voices in his head pointing it out, to even have that as a reason. Until he heard what she said.

"Wait...Um..." That cool, coldness was gone as his light amber eyes widened in shock before he shook his head, and then he spoke, finally, after a few moments of silence."Well, I guess I'm not the only Midnightclanner you have met...Good to know I'm not that special and remember-able." His voice turned into a barely audible murmur by the 'good to know' as the hurt flashed in his eyes, just barely. Crap.

He was getting soft.

This was very, very bad.

Glorilyss - 1588 - I suck T.T did anyone take her heart while I was gone? AND YOU SEE THAT NERVOUSNESS?! This is what happens when the bad-ass gets flustred

MADE BY VEL OF GS

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