Mix up {Acro}

[Avery]

Music: Soundwave
Muse: Very High
Words: 1,004!!!!!
Tags: [Acro.]
Ooc: Wow! Well basically the thread that I'm going to use later, so I'll have to save this-- but it's everything that has been going through my head/Wildpaw's. Enjoy the other side of her! :3
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Come around, come around make a wall of thunder
Be a spark in the dark, that tidal wave that’s ignite
Build it up now, waiting for the drop is the wonder
Oh, what a sound, weighing down on a beautiful sun


  Dark tabby paw's were a blur as the young feline raced towards the Pond of Truce. It had been a long while since the she-cat had traveled this way alone, but was fully prepared to meet the cat that was waiting for her there. The two had briefly talked at the last gathering, and she knew inside her mind that she was going to probably have to make a decision. As she drifted closer and closer to the glistening lake, her mind grew clearer. No long were there feeling's of guilt, and no longer were there feelings of worry. Just one feeling seemed to radiate of her tonight, and that was joy. 

I need a soundwave, no slowing down, sing woah, woah
Into the sunrays, no cooling down, sing woah, woah
Let’s just keep going on 
Let’s just keep goin’


 The two hadn't actually talked about their fate, nor did she know if she was making this entire feeling up, but at the moment she didn't care. She was actually excited to have someone on her side for once. For months, the two cats had been meeting in secret after a chance meeting a gathering. The once gangly new warrior had struck the outgoing tabby as someone fresh and exciting. The two had clicked right off the bat, and had again, by chance met the next night at the lake. 


 At first the meeting's had been purely innocent with friendship radiating off the two, but slowly it had began to bud into something else. Something she wasn't sure Frogleap knew about, but she just prayed he would take her decision well. Pausing slightly out of breath she glanced over her shoulder and could barely see the tree's that surrounded her Clan's camp outlined in the dying sunlight and a feeling of emotion rushed over her. Could she do this? Could she actually leave? Taking a deep breath she picked up a run again and pushed speed into her her paw's. 

 Skidding to a stop she quickly found the place they had always met, and looked around herself. He wasn't here yet. Feeling slightly irritated she began to knead the ground, hoping he would be there soon. Black tipped ears swiveled over her head and she began to pace, knowing her mentor would've scolded her for her impatience. A slight pang went through her at the though and she quickly shoved it back into it's right place; into a tiny container and locked it away. She didn't need these thoughts right now. She didn't need to think about that. She didn't to think about Ratstar, or Sandsparrow, or Russetpaw, or Fallowmist, and she definitely didn't need to think about Birchflame.

No comin’ down, comin’ down, keep the innovations
Say hello to the crowd, our firebirds into the night
Turn it up now, sending only good vibrations
A whole wall of sound crushing down all around
What a beautiful life


 The name seemed to rip through her and she paused in her pacing. The fiery tom and dark tabby feline had been growing closer over the past few months; much to her surprise. The first few time's the two had met, he had intrigued her but she had decided that he wasn't good for her, and had pushed the thought of him away. A month later the two had met per-chance during the night, and they actually attacked one another. After that their meetings often began or ended with clashing's, but that still hadn't deterred those stubborn feelings from growing. For whatever reason's, and Wildpaw despised admitting it, she cared for the fire-furred tom with the matching personality. She had tried to reason that he was no good, and could only lead to her destruction, but for some reason she couldn't shake what she really saw. To her she saw a fragile, fiery, stubborn, outgoing tom who needed saving from whatever darkness possessed him. Wildpaw also knew deep down that she was feeling the same way.

  Gathering her thoughts she began to pace again, not wanting to reflect on this confusing jumble of emotions. It wasn't worth it, she didn't need those thoughts right now. She had made her choice. She was leaving. Although she had grown up in Sunsetclan, she didn't truly belong after her fight and almost death of her mentor. No one wanted to be with her, and no one wanted to talk to her. No one wanted her. 

Birchflame.

 Growling in anger she struck a paw at the surface of the water. She couldn't think about him! She was making a decision for the first time in her life, and she couldn't back out. She wouldn't back out. Praying that Frogleap would soon make an appearance she began to do figure eights. Her paws crunched the gravel as she moved while her muscles rolled underneath her pelt. She had grown in her Clan; budding from a naive, incredibly stubborn with a heart in the right place into a strong, determined, and still incredibly stubborn adult.

"You are still an apprentice."
"You are still an apprentice."
"No one wants you."
"No one will look at you."
"Leaving is the best decision."

 Her words were barely audible while she muttered this over and over to herself, as if she was still trying to convince herself that this was the right decision. Green eyes blazed in fierce concentration as memory after memory flashed before her like they were trying to remind her about her life before the trouble began. Frogleap's frame flashed amongst them and then Birchflame, causing her head to shake in confusion. Slinking down to her haunches she sighed, her emotion draining from her limbs. She couldn't go through with this. She wouldn't go through with this.
Her Clan still needed her, and she still needed to fix things with her mentor. Prove to him that she was still the cat she could be. Snarling in frustration she stood up again, a new feeling of bitter resentment replacing the feeling of guilt. She needed to prove anything to him. She needed to prove something to herself.


That she was worth something. 

I need a soundwave, no slowing down, sing woah, woah
Into the sunrays, no cooling down, sing woah, woah
Let’s just keep going on (oooo oooo ooo ooo oo oo)
Let’s just keep goin’

[[Acro.]]

ooc:// Monster post, Avery! Love it :3
Also, I haven't posted with Copper in a loooong time, and I don't know what he's been up to... so... -cracks knuckles-  -game face- Let's do this >8|

                { Don't turn away...
        I pray you've heard
the words I've spoken... }

Restless.

In a word, that was Copperbreeze as he stalked through WhisperClan's territory toward the Pond of Truce for some peace and quiet.

In his days spent hunting, patrolling, doing as he was told and also all he can to avoid others, the spider-legged warrior was feeling more and more of himself aching for some kind of release--some catalyst that would allow him to let go of all of the bitterness he was housing. He couldn't say two words to a cat before they hated him, and then he resented them for hating him and the cycle just went on and on and on until he realized that he was being surrounded and smothered and consumed by this dark haze of anger and hate and he just...

He didn't want it anymore.

He didn't want to feel so isolated with cats all around him.

He didn't want to sneer and snarl at anybody who tried to get closer.

He didn't want this loneliness...

...but he knew he had done this all to himself, and it was everything he deserved.

{ Dare to believe
        over one last time...
                Then I'll let the darkness cover me... }

It had always been in Copperbreeze's nature to avoid others--it was like he just didn't know how to handle a crowd. He didn't know how to maneuver through these situations with grace, so he never ate in a group, spoke on patrols, or even slept very close to anybody. Cats took this to mean he preferred the isolation--they thought it meant he just didn't like anybody.

but that wasn't true. Not exactly.

Copperbreeze was a... reserved tom. He wasn't comfortable in large groups, and could really only function in a one-on-one, maybe one-on-one-on-one, situation. He felt awkward and out of place... and the real problem came during these very situations, because, inevitably, someone would say something and Copperbreeze's attitude would surface and, meaning no real harm, his words would be taken to heart and the other cat would suddenly be up-at-arms, leaving Copperbreeze to wonder what he had done wrong. Again.

And then he would get angry in this confusion.

And then he would lash out.

And then he would be alone again.

And he could hardly stand it, anymore.

                { Deny everything,
        slowly walk away
to breathe again... }

He played it all off. Pretended he didn't care--pretended nothing bothered him. And, for a while... that was all true. He hadn't cared, and it didn't get to him. but, now... separated from everybody and everything by this dark cloud that clung to him like a bad dream...

Copperbreeze was finding it harder and harder not to care.

Anger consumed him. His chest was hot from sun-up to sun-down, his tongue was always ready and eager to cut into any cat who thought they could approach him.

His once-fair eyes were caustic.

He wanted to be an asset--wanted to prove he was valuable to WhisperClan--wanted to feel like his loyalty was worth something.

but there was nothing.

Each day was the same as the last, with his cloud growing darker and heavier after each passing hour until there were some days when he couldn't lift himself out of his nest. On this night, while his black paws carried him to the familiar clearing, he realized he was moving because he was afraid to go to sleep.

Afraid that this was the night he would lay down and not be able to get up in the morning.

With a whipping lash of his tail and sharp shake of his head, the young warrior broke into a run as he entered the final leg of his trip to the Pond. This run became an all-out sprint before he came crashing through the foliage and into the clearing, as though his speed would carry him away from his darkness--free him from his cage of a life, take him someplace new, someplace far away...

Someplace that wasn't so cold.

{ On my own }

[Avery]

Muse: Good
Music: None
Tags: [Acro.]
Ooc: Oh I am so pumped!
Words: 659
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 Why am I here?
Is this really the right decision?
Do I really want to leave?

Yes.

 

 Pulling her gaze from her paws she looked across the lake while her mind continued to conflict over the decision that she had to force herself to make. The dying sun was now being replaced with a strong moon, that shimmered over the calm surface in front her. She couldn't help but admire how peaceful it looked to her, and she longed to be at home, watching the moon dance on the wave's of the sea that stretched near the camp. Her heart clutched in sadness, and a feeling of guilt blossomed in the pit of her stomach. How could she just leave her Clan like this? Without any word? Without a goodbye or a reason for her leaving?

 What would happen at Gatherings?

If she did decide to join Stormclan with Frogleap would Goldenstar even allow her to go to the Gatherings? Would those cat's over there trust her enough to welcome them into the Clan? Or would she be treated the same way that she was being treated in her Clan now? Sighing she stood up, and began to pace again, hoping it would help clear her mind. She knew it was probably going to take a long time before her new Clanmates could trust her, considering she was an outsider. She also knew that it wouldn't look good on Frogleap either; How would his Clan react with him bringing home a Sunsetclan she-cat? Particularly one that was still an apprentice? She had silently been hoping that her actions with her mentor would remain in Sunset, but she knew that some of the other warriors and apprentice's had told other cats; much to her dismay.

 Her tail flicked in irritation at the thought, knowing that Silvermist (her arch-nemesis) was probably one of the cat's who had helped spread the story. Growling under her breath she paused once more, looking out at the body of water in front of her. The large boulder that resided in the middle was glistening underneath the moon, giving it the appearance of an opal. Her thoughts were dragged back to her treasure's that she kept locked away in the abandoned Two-leg house. Flattening her ears, she realized she would most likely never see those again. 

Perhaps Birchflame could bring them to me.
Shaking her head she wondered how the tom would react to such a proposal.

Oh hi Birchflame, listen, I know I probably tore your heart out by running off with the Stormclan deputy but could you do me a favor? Can you haul my treasures to the Pond of Truce for me? Thanks.

 A smile creased her features at the thought of the awkward conversation. Knowing him, the tom would probably claw her ears off, or worse. Suddenly the scent of an outside cat brought her focus back to the present, and she quickly looked around, wondering where it was coming from. It was strange to think that another cat would be out here, and feeling of worry blossomed in her stomach. What would they think if they saw her out here? They would probably assume she was meeting someone in secret. Which was entirely true, but she didn't want anyone to know that. 

Turning around she tried to pick up a run, but the pebbles shifted awkwardly underneath her causing her to trip. Cursing as she stumbled, she righted herself quickly, but found that it was already to late. A black feline shape was currently streaking towards her and the scent was definitely Whisperclan. Pebbles struck her chest as the tom cat skidded to a stop only few mouseleaps away from her, and she narrowed her eyes at him. She prayed that Frogleap wouldn't appear just now.

"Something chasing you?" She meowed darkly, using it as a defense.

[[Acro.]]

There.

    Faster.

        Faster.

Nothing could reach him now.

He would run and chase the sun, catching it before it set and follow its light into forever. No more shadows--no more darkness.

No more.

His paws dug into the earth and propelled him forward until he no longer felt it beneath him. He was weightless--he touched nothing--he was nothing. And it was beautiful.

The muscles in his chest, down his flanks, around his legs burned fiercely, but it was as if even they knew they couldn't stop--didn't want to stop--for anything. For anyone...

...except for that one cat standing in his way.

Crashing back down to earth, Copperbreeze slammed on the brakes and came to a (painful) skidding halt, mere kit's paces in front of the stranger. At first, he was entirely still, holding his breath in spite of his lungs crying desperately for air after his flight around the world. There was the briefest moment during which neither cat spoke, and a part of him hoped that, if they each remained still and silent, the heaviness--his darkness--wouldn't find him again.

"Something chasing you?"

A chill ran through him, and his heaviness returned.

Was something chasing him? No, it wasn't a "something"--it was a nothing. It was his emptiness. It was his shadow. It was a thing that had no body or life or soul or size or shape--it was only heavy. Heavy and cold. And, in that moment, the spider-legged warrior realized... that it would always find him. No matter how fast he ran, or how far, or for how long, it would never be enough, and his cloud would be there, waiting for him. It was his. And it was all he had.

Quietly, calmly, Copperbreeze let out a slow exhale and straightened up, his eyes sharp as they scrutinized this... this she-cat.

Of course it was a she-cat.

Tail weaving slowly, angled toward the ground to reveal his incoming anger (after all, wasn't it her fault he'd had to stop running?), Copperbreeze gave the she-cat--a SunsetClanner, by the poignant smell--an obvious once-over before finding her gaze and pulling his whiskers back. If he were to stand fully upright, he had height over this cat. And probably brains, too. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with, SunsetClanner," he replied, regarding Wildpaw with indifference. For a moment, there was quiet again. A tense quiet. A quiet in which the worlds of borders and boundaries that separated these two felines became more and more pronounced; Copperbreeze's paws practically burned with their proximity to the invisible line drawn between them in the stones.

Before disrupting the momentary quiet, Copperbreeze let his eyes wander around the darkening clearing, obviously no longer concerned with paying attention to the stranger. She posed no threat. "Expecting someone else?" he questioned. Not that he cared--he just wanted to make it clear to this cat that she wasn't clever enough to fool him. A she-cat, waiting alone at sunset at a place of truce?

Scandal, obviously.

And, considering he knew he wasn't a part of it, the only explanation was that she had been waiting for someone else, before he arrived.

Great.

    Perfect.

        More problems.

[Avery]

 Tags: [Acro.]
Muse: Good
Music: None
Words: 536
Ooc: well, apologies for the sucky post-- Currently fighting a nasty cold. I also want to apologize for the usage of the "human" curseword/line, I tried fixing it but it completely fit what she was trying to portray XD

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Trying not to burst into laughter at the tom's comical display of "putting on the brakes," Wildpaw watched as he began to right himself in front of her. The smell of Whisperclan wafted off of him, and she controlled herself enough to not crinkle her nose. It wasn't that she was disdainful about the other Clans, it was just a scent that she didn't smell often enough. Her clan's borders were right on top of Leafclan's, so she had practically grown up with their scent in her nostrils. She had gotten used to Stormclan's from Frogleap, so the other's always smelt differently to her when she was up close and personal with another Clan cat. She assumed he would be friendly enough, but she knew Whisperclan were particularly proud creatures, and apparently this tom was no different. Her fur bristled as he so obviously raked his eyes over her petite frame, and she dug her claws into the ground; disliking the amount of arrogance he was displaying.


"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Sunsetclanner."

Oh you self-righteous little badger.

 Wildpaw wrangled her emotions back, and with great difficulty released the anger that was building in her stomach. Never before had she been so downright disrespected in a glance and a conversation. Of all the cat's why did she have to bump into this one? Her plumed tail flickered behind her and it was the only thing besides her hard green eyes that showed her true emotions. The silence stretched between them, and for once she didn't let it bother her. She wanted to make the cat in front of her uncomfortable. Fallowmist probably would've been proud at her self-control. Unfortunately, what she really wanted to was rake her claws over his smug little face, wanting only to teach him what Sunsetclanner's could actually do. 

"Expecting someone else?" 

How dare you.

At the sound of that question Wildpaw bristled further, her hackles completely raised, which gave the small cat some height. There was a tiny part of her that tried to wrangle her emotions back, but a large majority of herself gleefully allowed them to run free. It had been a long time since she'd been able to be her usual sharp-tongued shelf. Ever since the fight with her mentor she had been walking on egg-shell's back at camp, and now that there were no watchful eyes...

"First of all Whisperclanner," She growled her eyes fully flashing in anger. "I merely asked you a simple question. No need to act so self-rightous. Second of all, what I am doing here is none of your business, and for you to readily assume that I am meeting someone is completely and incredibly rude." Her long black claws dug into the pebbles further, pulling herself to her full height she snorted, her face displayed in a look of pure disgust. "The rumors are true then. Whisperclan cats do keep their head's up their buttholes." 



 

[[Acro.]]

ooc:// Haha! No worries--it's a great post!
And don't worry about the word, but if you DO want a suggestion, maybe, if it fits, try "heads up their hindquarters"?

"First of all Whisperclanner..."

Copperbreeze's eyes narrowed, but he continued to stare off across the water. He could tell he'd struck a chord with this she-cat, and he knew what came next--what always came next. She went on about how she had "only asked him a simple question," and the tom couldn't help but wonder why her simple question was appropriate, but his simple question was completely out-of-bounds and uncalled for?

This was his life.

He'd given up trying to understand why everything he said was met negatively--it seemed cats just didn't know how to handle the truth. About anything. Even themselves.

"...for you to readily assume that I am meeting someone is completely and incredibly rude."

Of course. Even if it was completely and incredibly true.

He hadn't lashed out at her, so why was it acceptable for her to suddenly lose it with him?

The darkness around Copperbreeze seemed to thicken in that moment, and he felt an even greater distance expand between himself and the she-cat. She was so near to him... and yet she now felt worlds away. He had said two things to her--two things--and, already... she was gone.

"The rumors are true then. Whisperclan cats do keep their head's up their buttholes."

Then again... maybe that wasn't such a terrible thing. She didn't come across as particularly... bright.

Jaw tight and eyes sharp, the sleek, black tom tilted his head just enough to regard the SunsetClanner with a sideways glance. He scanned her figure--riled up--and then briefly met her eyes...

Hostile.

And when had he ever seen anything else?

Copperbreeze was quiet for longer than necessary, his tail weaving slowly from side to side, his expression hard and steady. After a few moments, he spoke with plain tones, words sounding very matter-of-fact. "but, you are meeting someone," he pointed out, making it obvious that it was mouse-brained for the she-cat to try and argue otherwise. Pausing only briefly, Copperbreeze gave the smaller feline another decisive once-over before shrugging and looking back out over the Pond, turning and letting his long legs carry him indifferently toward the water's edge, his back toward the SunsetClanner. "I can't imagine why he wouldn't show up," he remarked blandly, almost to himself but still plenty loud enough for the she-cat to hear him--him, and his dripping sarcasm.

It was just bad luck that she had been there that night and gotten in his way. She'd ruined his only chance... and now he wasn't going to hold back.

[Avery]

Muse: High
Music: I wanna go Crazy
Tags: [Acro.]
Ooc: Tee hee XD
Words: 424
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"I can't imagine why he wouldn't show up,"

Frogleap isn't showing. He lied to me.

The thought ripped through her and she couldn't react quick enough to shield herself from the pain it caused. It felt like what was left of her heart was tearing into tiny little pieces. First her mentor, then her Clan, then her leader, then Frogleap and eventually Birchflame. Watching the tom move towards the edge of the lake her eyes blazed with pure fury and hatred. She couldn't believe that with all of her luck she was stuck with this insufferable, arrogant piece of foxdung. He knew nothing about her, and had already made the assumption that the cat she was waiting wasn't going to show up. He didn't even know if he was right! Wildpaw felt conflicted about whether she should lie, but her emotions were taking hold of her, and all of her pent up frustration burned through her like a wild fire.

She hated this tom.

Black claws unsheathed and dug deeply into the pebbles that covered the ground around them. They clinked once before going silent, as the Sunset apprentice used her skills that had been instilled into her since the start of her training. Slinking into a hunting crouch she snaked towards him with her eyes locked onto her target; his back. She knew that Whisperclan cats were known for their speed, but she also knew that they were poor swimmers. Luckily for her, Wildpaw loved the water. Spreading her pads out she moved along the pebbles with ease, and no noise interrupted her plan for the tom in front of her. Getting close enough she bunched her muscles and sprang with all her force. The snarl erupted from her chest as her claws (can edit this out if you just want her to push him, let me know :3) dug into his back, and she couldn't help but feel the satisfaction.

Finally. She could attack someone who was pushing her buttons. She didn't have to merely hide her head and pray they wouldn't tell her leader. She didn't have to walk on eggshells, and she certainly didn't have to please this tom. Allowing her weight to push them forward, she flung them both into the deep water. Shock coiled in her belly as she hit the icy water and she quickly felt her instincts kick in. Letting go of the tom she began to ascend to the surface.

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...she was quiet now.

Thank StarClan.

Copperbreeze was in no mood to deal with some slimy SunsetClanner and her petty problems. At least she wasn't completely daft and managed to shut her mou--

Before there was time for him to realize what was conspiring, the she-cat had already advanced. Her delicate frame carried a surprising level of force as it careened into him from behind, her claws digging painfully into his shoulders as they both went tumbling forwards into the frigid, New Leaf water. He only just barely managed to cut off his gasp of surprise in time to not inhale a mouthful of Pond before the two cats were submerged beneath the surface. The tom's mind was scrambling.

What had just happened?

Had she... had she attacked him?

...this was a joke, right? It had to be. His life could not actually be full of this much misfortune... could it?

Squinting against the cold water, Copperbreeze concentrated on righting himself before his keen eyes locked onto the she-cat's receding form, her legs carrying her expertly back to the surface. Her silhouette was outlined against the distorted night sky, like a cloud crossing the moon, drifting away, out of reach, without a care... All at once, the tom's anger---his darkness--consumed him, and his mind honed in on one, singular thought: he hated this she-cat.

With one kick from his long legs, the young warrior practically soared after the SunsetClanner, breaking the surface in time to gulp down a lungful of air before he released it on a hiss and tried to dig his own claws into the smaller feline, intent on dragging her back under. Back into the cold.

Back into the dark with him.

And while all of this was happening, Copperbreeze was entirely unaware of the Pond's out-letting current pulling both writhing bodies closer to the river... the river which emptied into the sea... the sea which contained all of the darkness and dangers of the night, ready to swallow them whole if they weren't ready to fight back.

Ready to fight it, and not each other.

[Avery]

Muse: High
Music: Barton Hallow- Civil Wars
Tags: [Acro.]
Words: 451
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The cold water swirled around the feline as she swam strongly towards the surface. Her natural instincts helping her the moment she hit the water. Her anger only fueled her movements, and she couldn't help but let it consume her. Never before had she met a cat and hate them the moment she laid eyes on their shape... well maybe Gorsefur was an exception. The current grabbed at her and tried to tell her to move with it, but she was fully intent on reaching the top. She needed to reach the top. Her lungs were constricting uncomfortably, and were silently telling her to reach it quickly. Pouring speed into her stride she could just see the moonlight dancing on the top, and couldn't wait to greet it.

The moon was a watery blur as she drew nearer and nearer. It's large face urging her on, and she let down her guard for just brief moment. Pain bloomed in her leg as sharp thorns dug into her pelt, forcing her to release massive air bubbles in a silent snarl. That stupid, stupid tom. Turning around she saw him dig his claws deeper into her coat, and watched a tiny trickle of blood spread across the dark water. She knew he was attempting to drag her with him. Fear coiled in her stomach for a brief moment before she remembered that she wasn't entirely helpless. Using all of her strength she let out a massive hind kick hoping to catch him in his face or his jaw, whichever broke first. If her plan succeeded she would be free to pursue the surface

What about the tom?
Could she leave him?
Yes.

No.

  She knew she couldn't let the tom die. It was against her nature, and she didn't want to go back to her Clan letting them know that she accidently murdered a cat. but saving him would cause her to lose time, and they both might not make it to the top. She was a powerful swimmer, but wasn't as strong as some of her Clanmates. Pausing for a few heartbeats had forced her to realize another issue. The current. The soft gentle current that she had thought was merely a whisper was in fact growing stronger, and more forceful. She felt her body begin to move backwards, as if long claws were dragging her back. Trying to remember where the lake let out, it quickly dawned on her that she was moving towards the sea.

Real panic clutched at her heart and she scrambled towards the surface, praying she could make it to the top and out of the current.

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Her kick against his jaw forced him away from her, and he had to hold back a hiss so he didn't waste air beneath the Pond. The blow was cushioned by the resistance of the water, but, still... Angrier now, the spider-legged tom propelled his wiry body toward the surface after the she-cat, breaking through for a gasp of air moments after she would have done the same. He shook water from his ears, eyes, nose, while also floundering to stay above water, glaring toward the Sunsetclanner. He wanted to hiss, to yell, to dig into her until his temper died and the darkness left him...

but there was no time for that.

The current had carried both bodies out of the Pond and into the stream that emptied out to sea. The current was stronger here where the path was narrowed, and it took most of his energy just to keep his head above the waves. Being New Leaf, the water levels were much higher than usual--higher, and more aggressive after all of the snowmelt had run into the basin. Copperbreeze kept his jaws clamped shut so water wouldn't run down his throat as he struggled to pull himself toward the shore. He didn't care about the she-cat now: he only cared about making it to land.

His head swirled as it tried to simultaneously assess and comprehend the situation while also figuring out ways to solve it. He wasn't a swimmer--the current was strong, and it was winning. What did he do?

...breathe.

Just breathe.

That was his only option.

Stay up and breathe
   
         or sink down and die.

ooc:// Figured after one or two more posts, they could be washed up onto the nameless island, and then... then just fun >=]

[Avery]

Tags: [Acro.]
Muse: High
Music: Somethin' Bad- Carrie Underwood and Miranda Lambert (Totally doesn't fit but it's what I was listening to
Words: 509
ooc: Ok. So I'm really sorry for this late reply but I LOVE IT <3 Not sure who you wanted to get injured, but if you want it be Copperbreeze go for it; I can just say Wildpaw get's a little sore, or she get's injured.
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   Her kick seemed to have hit it's mark as she felt the tom release his iron jaws from around her leg. Finally being able to swim properly she swiftly began to ascend to the surface. Lung's expanded the moment her nose hit the air, and she breathed in greedily, forgetting that she was supposed to be swimming for her life. Water rushed in, forcing her it's way down her windpipe. Choking in disgust she tried spewing the water out, only to be swept under one more. 

Rolling
    Twisting
       Tumbling.

 Air.

 Sweet sweet air rushed to greet the tabby and she breathed in deeply again. The water lapped at her nostrils forcing her to snort, in order to prevent it from entering her nose. Her paws churned ferociously against the icy water, and with a sinking feeling she found the current to strong. Allowing herself to go with the flow, she merely churned her paws to stay afloat, but didn't bother fighting the water now. There would only be one clear winner if she tried.

Trees rushed by her, and she quickly lost track of her location while she spun around. Ears flat against the skull, the water carried her further and further down the stream. Green orbs wide with fear and shock she tried to locate the cat who had caused all of this, but she was being to quickly. She was a mouse in the water's paws.

Tumbling
   Twisting

 Gasping again she reached the surface, and did something she never expected to do; she cried out like mewling kit for it's mother. For once in her life, Wildpaw was genuinely terrified. She was used to swimming, but this wasn't the gentle waves of the Ocean or the peaceful Tadpole Pools. This was violent, swift and unpredictable. She could easily lose her life. Worry gnawed at her belly and she meowed again, praying someone would hear her or at least see her. Twisting around she spotted a black blob up ahead, and with a start realized it was Copperbreeze. Pinpointing his location she began to swim towards him, hoping that she could reach him. Time seemed to move slower as he bobbled and weaved in the current's strong water's. 

Twisting
   Rolling
     Tumbling
       Rocks

 Air bubbles floated to the surface as the feline crashed against a set of boulders. Her claws scrabbled against their slimy surface, until the current ripped her away from them. She felt herself somersault several more times before she was finally right-side up. Dizzy with her trip she swam once again to the top. Breaking the surface for the third time she found herself only a fox-length away from the Whisperclan tom. Her strength starting to fade she forced herself a little further until she was behind him, and meowed to let him know she was near. The water up-ahead seemed to be getting slower, and she prayed the worse was over. 

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ooc:// Avery! Uuuuuugh finals
And I think I'd like Copperbreeze to be hurt--he'll hate needing any kind of help. AndWildpawisalreadygoingthroughsomuchshedoesn'tneedaninjuryaddedontopofeverythingelse.

Mewling.

    Was he making that sound above the torrent of dark water?

No.

No, he was just breathing. Couldn't waste breath on crying.

Tossing and turning with the current, Copperbreeze tried to locate the source of the desperate sound, his fair green eyes wide with fear. It was just too dark. Too chaotic. He couldn't see anything--couldn't tell one wave or one rock from another. Couldn't tell the difference between shadow and cat. His long legs burned as they churned beneath the surface, not used to manipulating water. Copperbreeze wasn't a swimmer.

He was a runner.

Open spaces, speed, weightlessness... Water was smothering, thick, and heavy. It was foreign, and it was not his friend. The spidery tom sometimes felt like he could run for days and days, never stopping, never breathless... but after only moments of swimming, he felt his muscles were failing. One of his slender legs hooked against a rock, hidden by the surging, New Leaf waters, and it pulled him down, flipping him over in the darkness. Pain shot through him as his body crashed into another stone, the impact jolting his insides and forcing air--precious air--from his lungs. Now what? What did he do? He couldn't tell up from down--didn't know how he was going to find the energy to make it to the surface, even if he knew which way it was. He was slowing down, his body was weak, he couldn't--

"Run."

A voice.

Through the roaring of the waves and the screaming of pain in his body, a whisper had reached him from someplace far away. It was the voice of instinct--the sound of survival.

"Run."

And so, with nothing else, Copperbreeze's body began to run beneath the water. If he could run for days, then he could swim for the same. Just run. Run until the water is your road and it carries you to the horizon. Run. And he did. The tom ran until his head broke back into open air and he swallowed it greedily. He wasn't fighting the current anymore, wasn't trying to work his way back--he was running with it, his legs propelling him further along, faster and faster... And then he saw, ahead in the darkness, an open wasteland of shadows and waves.

The sea.

With its next beat, his heart nearly stopped, and for a moment Copperbreeze's legs hitched in the water beneath him. The sea... It was going to carry him away. Away from everything he had been running from... and, now, away from everything he only wanted to get back to. As the river spilled him, flailing, into the waves of the sea, Copperbreeze felt the currents shift. The surface was swelling, calmly... but, beneath, the water was ripping against him. It sucked him down and pulled him further and further away from the land he knew. He didn't know how long he was in that darkness--certainly longer than was acceptable for any creature not born of the water--but, eventually...

He just stopped running.

And he let the shadows take him.

// Sooooo I think he is just going to pass out now. He will conveniently/miraculously wash up on the island >.>

[Avery]

Tags: [Acro.]
Music: None-- Couldn't pick one haha
Muse: Decent-- ONE MORE FINAL LEFT
Ooc:  Haha! No worries :3 She'll just end up being stiff from all the swimming, hitting the rocks andsavinghisbehind. He's gonna haatteee her. I can edit out her helping him if you don't want that to happen :3 Just thought it would add more drama because she'd be all like, "You owe me, I saved your life you asshole."
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  Drifting
      Swirling
         Peace

  It had seemed like moons had passed by the time the dark apprentice had reached peaceful waters. Moonlight shone brightly above her and reflected off the calming waves making them turn to silver. The water played with her, moving her this way and that, as if it was a kitten with a moss ball. Wildpaw could barely keep her head above the soft waves, and she felt like every muscle in her body was screaming with exhaustion or cold. The icy water penetrated her thick coat, making it cling to her small frame and once in a while threatened to weigh her down. Dark green orbs stood out starkly in the vast seas, like tiny beacons wanting to find land or anything at all really. Every where she looked she only saw open and endless sea. There was nothing but peaceful churning water. In the distance she could see the faint outline of the opening of the river she had come from but at this moment it seemed like an awfully long way to swim back. Heart beat quickened as she realized she was truly, and utterly,

alone.

   The thought awakened her senses enough to scramble in the water and force herself to keep swimming. She was out in the sea by herself, with no sign of land nearby. The feeling of Death weighed heavily over her shoulder and it seemed he was crouching on top of the gentle waves waiting to pounce at a moments notice to make her drown. The feeling of peacefulness was just his way of lulling her senses and make her unaware of her surroundings. Determination bloomed inside her stomach and her paws churned faster now. She wasn't going to die. She needed to make it home. Memories flashed before her in quick procession. She wasn't entirely alone right now, just separated. The Whisperclan tom had fallen... well was pushed in... with her. Where did he go?

 Scanning around herself she almost missed the shadow nearby that she had mistaken for a log or a rock. Swimming towards it she prayed it was him, and not a predator of the sea. Coming closer she watched him bobble underneath the waves in a rather peaceful pattern. Death was toying with him, as if he was enjoying his new plaything. Water splashed around her as she ducked underneath the surface one last time and grabbed him by his scruff to pull him back up. Swimming upwards again she broke through the surface with relief. Ears flickering in worry she dragged her water-sod companion around with her for a few heartbeats. She needed to find land desperately. 

There!

  A muffled cry of joy sounded out from the little she-cat and she made her way towards the faint appearance of a small island. By the time she reached land it felt like a whole season had gone by but the moment her paws hit land she could've wept with relief. Painfully, and slowly, she dragged the two of them up the sandy-shore towards the looming tree-line. Blinking the salt water from her eyes she waited until she felt the sweet sensation of grass underneath her paws pads before releasing him from her jaws. Exhaustion burned behind her eye lids and she only wanted to curl up underneath the ferns that were currently shielding them, but she had to make sure he expelled the water from his lungs. Not trying to be nice, after all he was the cause of all this, Wildpaw slammed her paws into his chest a few times before water spewed from his mouth. Satisfied that he wasn't going to die, since it would be shame if  she had gone through all that trouble for nothing, she promptly curled herself up in a ball and fell asleep.