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Post by Fernpaw on Apr 3, 2006 7:15:00 GMT -5
Firen gazed deep into the tom's eyes, her golden orbs searching to discover his feelings for their situation. When she discovered that he was scared and worried, like she was, she gave asmall half-nod, as if to herself. She turned away, and put all her concentration into lurching toward camp, ears pricked for danger, eyes darting back and forth, and nose tasting the air for predators.
Firen began to humm to take her thoughts off of the searing pain in her body and the iron band that seemed to be crushing her rib cage. It was an effort to take deep breaths, so it was a struggle to humm, but it helped. The she-cat never hummed or sang in any cat's presence because she was embarassed, but this was different. This was Flintpelt, the tom she loved. She would even sing for him if he asked.
Her voice was strong and sweet, so sweet that it was almost, well, enchanting. Her humm was deep and strong, and strangely comforting. It made her feel better, just listening to herself make the music made her feel better. Firen broke off abruptly and asked, "Oh, did you not like it?" If he didn't like her humming, she would never humm or sing again. If the tom she loved didn't care for music, she wouldn't either. Firen would do anything to make Flintpelt happy.
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Apr 3, 2006 9:38:43 GMT -5
((That's so sweet :3 Ya know, I'm getting to love my charrehs when they've got a crush on someone. They just act so musheh xD))
Flintpelt silently followed the she-cat, small paws landing quietly on the leaf-covered earth, making the least noise possible. However, his mute attitude was not because of the danger looming in their minds, or the faint rustling of a possible predator in the bushes. All he wanted was to cry out and cover up those low, threatening sounds, like the thundering growl a dog lets loose before jumping at you, jaws agape, clawed feet extending towards your thin and feeble spine or neck. But something held him back. A soft thrum somewhere deep in his ears, a rythmical beat resounding around the corners of his mind. He was like a caged animal reaching out for the key of freedom, thorny claws grappling to grab those jangling and horribly loud pieces of twisted metal. And his ears listened, perked high, but not for the breath of a carnivore on his neck, or the crack of a branch behind him as another animal, badger, bird of prey or fox, sets its foot down clumsily. He was searching, looking for that beam of light in the darkness of his life. Firen. Firen was his route to his release from the prison of his lonely and grief-filled heart. She had already opened one of the doors. The first, the hardest to get through. Love. Yes, he knew he loved her. And all he wanted to do was listen to that soft whisper of a breath, that pulsating heart in her chest. All he wanted to do was immerse himself in the beauty of her voice, so deep and yet so soft, smooth like a bird's down, calm and steady like the sturdy oak's limb.
A tune drifted to his love-stricken mind, and he immediately recognised the mesmerising sound of that firey she-cat's vocal cords. Humming, ever humming, like the thrum of pads pawing against the ground when a Clan goes to war, and yet so...sweet, and...melodic. A wide smile of pure happiness spread across his tired and lined features, and his eyes, half-closed already from lack of rest and the exhausting fight that made his legs drag in the dust of his wake, closed entirely as he listened to the faint song on the wind. He returned to reality as his foot hit a root, and he stumbled, trying to regain his stability. Finally setting a foot down, a bit too hard for comfort, he walked on, and noticed that Firen was talking to him. "Oh, did you not like it?" Blinking a bit as the information settled in his spent mind, he tried to breath more deeply to say what he had in his head.
"I loved it, Firen. I simply loved it. Would it bother you to continue?"
He had said it calmly, and meant every word. A hopeful spark has appeared in his caring eyes as he turned to look at the female. He did want her to go on singing with that voice of hers, enchanting, comforting, just like the cooing of a queen to its kits.
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Post by Fernpaw on Apr 4, 2006 10:55:23 GMT -5
Firen looked startled---someone actually loved her singing?---then pleased. She returned to humming, then, feeling bold, she began to sing. Her song really had no words, it just resounded in the forest, sounding like a sweet river, a trill of a bird, and the rustle of leaves. When her song-of-no-words ended, she looked around. The forest seemed strangely peaceful. Just her and Flintpelt. Flintpelt. He had led her from desperation and hopelessness, to peace and happiness. She had experienced joy for the first time since she was abandoned. Abandoned. Left alone. I was left alone, Firen thought. If even my own mother didn't love me, then why would Flintpelt? She pushed away these thoughts, If he didn't like me, then why is he walking with me? Why did he fight with me? Why did he? Could he---love me? Firen glanced quickly at the silver tom. Her golden orbs glowed softly as she thought. She returned to singing . . .
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Apr 4, 2006 12:53:32 GMT -5
A passive smile of simple joy spread over the silver tom's face again as the word-less tune of Firen's song floated on the wind, careening gracefully across the landscape of the forest, filling his heart with a feeling he felt like he had known for so long. That same warm feeling, soft and tempting, that had made him blush in the camp when he had first met the firey yet gentle she-cat. He couldn't feel his wounds anymore. The muscles of his legs weren't twitching in agony now, and his spine had stopped receiving jolts of pain at each one of his steps. He wanted the hummed melody to go on forever, continuing until he could finally close his eyes and rest. Then the sweet sound grew in intensity in a gentle crescendo until it reached the height of a singing voice. He marvelled even more at how the sounds, so unruly when alone, could meld and blend into a mesmerizing string of twists and turns that caught you like a fish on a line. Even the birds' trilling song seemed raucous and unseemly compared to this sweet, sweet harmony, and the river's tinkling laugh harsh and forced. Not even the resounding boom of thunder or the shraaack of lightning hitting the earth could equal her voice. It was as if this sound had come from Starclan itself, and that those divine beings had decided to let him hear it.
As soon as the song ended, he sighed. He would've loved to hear it go on and on. but he knew that, first of all, Firen would have to catch her breath, second of all, they were walking and still had a long way to go and, third of all, the she-cat may be getting a bit tired of all this humming. She had already done plenty, offering to help him back to camp, fighting for him when the fox arrived, and then singing to him when he asked her to continue. She was being so generous, she needed a break. It was his turn to give her something, however slight it could be. He felt her golden gaze rest on him again, just as it had so many times that day. For a reason unknown to him, he blushed, his skin turning red up to his eartips. If his silver-gray fur had not hidden it, Firen would surely have noticed the crimson colors. Then the voice returned, as sweet as ever. And that was when he knew what he could give her. Taking a deep breath, not feeling the stinging pain in his ribs, he began singing in chorus with her, voice rising and falling in unison with her tune.
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Post by Fernpaw on Apr 5, 2006 9:50:24 GMT -5
Firen blinked in astonishment. Flintpelt could sing! She purred and put even more enthusiasm into her rich voice, putting even the birds to shame as she and Flintpelt continued to chorus together. At the end of the song, Firen remarked, "You have a beautiful voice," then turned red. He would know she liked him now! She'd blown it! The she-cat turned away, ashamed of herself. Now he'd never like her, and she wanted him to so much.
((Sorry, brain is dead.))
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Apr 5, 2006 10:09:03 GMT -5
((Ish okee. This is the only post in all this big fat and long thread, so you're safe n_n))
As he heard Firen putting more effort into her singing, ears pricked and listening to the whole forest quiet down as the pair passed in their sweet, melodious chorus, he, too accentuated the smoothness of his voice, raised it to a point where it did not sound strange or squeaky but had amplified enough for many to hear it some distance away. He put his whole heart into it, happy to simply be singing with the one he loved. Nothing could make him more joyful, more desperate to continue on with his life, however miserable it had been before. He vowed to do whatever he could to make the she-cat feel comfortable around him, and hoped that his feelings were mutual to her. It would be such a dream. Two-sided relationships were so rare, it was difficult to find any. One-sided were common, and a love-triangle also happened many times. But, judging from the jeers and snide remarks so many threw at Firen, it didn't look like any others loved her. He just hoped, yet again, that she loved him in return. The song ended in what seemed like an infinite note, going on and on, and finally stopped. The tom was out of breath, though the pain in his chest had released, and breathing proved much easier than it had a few moments before. He supposed panic and the jolt he had received earlier was what caused it, but thought he should still see the Medicine cat. After all, something could still be wrong with his ribs, what with the dull, throbbing pain now present where the sharp pinpoints had been. At Firen's compliment, he beamed, a grin of pleasure sweeping his whiskers up. But before he was able to make his own comment, she turned away, looking ashamed. His grin stumped, and he tilted his head to the side, wondering why she had looked so embarrassed. Had she revealed something in her actions? It hadn't looked like it. But...maybe...with a soft, understanding smile, he knew what she had been thinking about, or at least thought so. She did love him. they loved each other. Nothing more perfect could be found in any relation.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly, nudging her cheek affectionately. "Is there something you want to tell me? Or something you want to keep secret? You can trust me," he added, head tilted again, the smile creeping back on his lips. If he hadn't been so amazed by what could be true love, he would surely have cried of relief. He just couldn't have kept his feelings secret. "If you don't want to say anything, I won't make you," he went on, trying to sound comforting. He didn't want Firen to be ashamed because of him.
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Post by Fernpaw on Apr 5, 2006 10:28:09 GMT -5
At the scent and touch of Flintpelt's cheek against hers, Firen relaxed. "Nothing," she mumbled. "I-It was a stupid thought anyway." She looked up and continued briskly, "We've gotta hurry and get to the medicine cat before one of us drops dead." She looked back, marking the trail they had made. It wasn't hard to spot, crimson drops of blood marked the path Firen had took, and scattered leaf-litter marked the place the tom had lurched through. A growing fear rose in her chest, what if she fell because of lack of blood? Flintpelt couldn't carry her, as if he would. True, he liked her, but probably not enough to bend his back for her. The she-cat looked at the sun, it was slowly sinking. "We've got to hurry," she remarked. "We can't be out here in the night. You know as well as I what's out here."
The firey she-cat tried to quicken her pace but stumbled. Firen spat a curse, "Fine time to be weak!" She lurched forward, trying to speed up. She halted, breathing heavily. Firen had to admit defeat. She couldn't keep up the pace for so long, and already she could feel her limbs weakening. They trembled when she stood on them, and they were all too glad to be lying down. The she-cat shuddered, at this rate, she couldn't make it home. Already a pool of blood was seeping into the ground where she stood. Firen swayed, then regained her feet. She took a step . . . but her paw . . . was too . . . heavy.
Firen sat down, groaning. "You go on, fetch a Medicine Cat and come back here." She put her head on her paws, knowing that by the time Flintpelt and the Medicine Cat came back, there would be nothing left of her. Either something would've eaten her, or she would've died from blood loss.
((Sorry, I just can't figure out how either one of them declaims there love for each other. No ideas!))
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Apr 5, 2006 10:44:41 GMT -5
((I've got a simple idea. >:3 Muehehehe...))
With a slow nod of his head, Flintpelt acknowledged the fact that Firen didn't want to talk about whatever she had been thinking. It was her right to keep it secret, and the tom would not be pushy towards her. He didn't want to act like the other cats of the Clan, jeering, bieng rude, and acting pushy was a qualification of 'rude' in his mind. Then he nodded again, agreeing with the she-cat's statement that they should hurry and get back to camp, his own skull twisting round to look backwards at the trail of havoc they had wrecked in their passing. Crimson splattered across the thick fronds of browned, curling bracken, broken branches and scattered leaves and sticks where he had passed. Any right-minded predator would follow this trail to whoever had made it, for it was obvious that the two felines who had created the path were severely wounded. A thought slithered into the barred male's mind, smothering other thoughts for an instant. Who's blood is that? Glancing anxiously over at his companion, he lurched at the sight. Firen was standing in a growing pool of vermilion blood, obviously weakened by this heavy loss. Her stumbling steps betrayed her exhaustion, and the way she lifted her paws one by one showed that they felt as heavy as lead to her. He stepped forwards as she lay down on the ground, and halted again as she got back to her feet, seemingly still going, though her steps were even heavier. Dread coursed through his body as soon as the simple words 'you go on' left the feline's maw, and he marched on resolutely, though his fear of losing his love made the searing pain return to his chest. Legs still trembling a bit, he walked to stand beside her, and grabbed her scruff to haul her back up.
"There is no way I am going to leave you here!" he hissed, pulling on the she-cat's neck-skin. "No way am I going to leave while you stay here, losing more of your life at every second! You could be eaten, die of blood-loss, go into unconsciousness, I don't know! But I don't want those things to happen, do you hear me? We've made it this far, we can go farther! Love doesn't exist for nothing."
He seemed angry suddenly, his voice harsh and demanding, his teeth still gripping Firen's scruff dodgedly. He was not aware that he had blown his cover, and now, if Firen didn't like him after all, she would know that he loved her. But his fear of losing her, so intense was it, made him lose consciousness of what was happening, and he only acted. He'd heave Firen back to camp on his back if he had to, but, as he said, there was no way he would leave her to die out there.
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Post by Fernpaw on Apr 26, 2006 11:16:41 GMT -5
((Sorry. I've still got to finish my report, so I've got to make this quick!))
Firen waved a weak paw at him, attempting to swipe at him but not having the energy. "Mouse-brain!" she spat. She drew in breath to say more, but the realization of what he said hit her. She looked at the ebony tom's face, searching for an answer to the question she was about to voice. "What? Y-you could l-love me?" she asked.
Suddenly her pain and worry no longer mattered. Her whole world hung in the balance of that one word. Yes or No. She waited, breathless, for an answer.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 8, 2006 8:45:13 GMT -5
((Ish okee :3 Ferneh's back, back, back, at the shack, shack, shack xDDDD))
The aggressiveness suddenly dropped out of the tom's features, leaving him quite strangled with emotion. He'd blown his cover. Toppled the whole den. She knew now. She knew. And it was his stupid fault. Idiot, idiot, idiot! You're the dumbest dolt I've ever seen, Flint. The stupidest, most idiotic tom on the surface of the forest. What they all say is true. I'm dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb. And clumsy. He flinched at his own idiocy, ebony ears pressed against the back of his skull. He faltered, seraching for words to answer Firen's question. He'd have to say yes or no. And it all depended on that. What if she didn't love him? If he said yes, she would use that advantage, pretending that she also loved him. But it didn't seem like her. She didn't act like that. Soul would do it, but not Firen. Not beautiful, intelligent Firen. Not her. But what if she did love him, and he said no? That would be disaster. She would hate him then, thinking he didn't like her, and his life would be miserable forever. It was a dire predicament, and he knew it. He knew it.
She doesn't hate me.
The thought had just crept into his head without warning, invading his mind, his body, his entire being. He seemed to become stronger at these words, raising himself, grinning like a mad duck. It would have looked comical if the situation hadn't been so dangerous. Black maw opened, revealing gleaming white teeth, and he finally spoke the words that ached to get out, to echoe around the trees.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
His heart lifted, as if it had been ridden of a heavy secret. He sighed in pure bliss, looking adoringly at the she-cat, miscolored eyes brimming with tears. No more would he hide his feelings. No more would he have to fake his true emotions. She now knew he loved her, and he just hoped the feeling was mutual. He hoped so.
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Post by Fernpaw on May 23, 2006 11:48:14 GMT -5
"Yes. Yes, I do."
The words swirled through she-cat's head, breaking through the fog of pain that clouded her thinking. She tilted her head, her golden gaze searching the tom's multi-colored one. Does he mean it? she wondered, then saw the look of absolute sincerity on her companions face. A look of tender love and hope. Firen reached up, stretching her neck, and rasped a warm, pink tongue over Flintpelt's side. A deep rumbling rose from her chest, a blissful purr.
"I love you, Flintpelt," she whispered.
((Sorry it's so short. My RPing skills are kinda rusty.))
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 23, 2006 12:31:44 GMT -5
((That's okeh. After all, you have been gone for about a month. I don't blame you. And I can't help crying. xDDDDDD I just love the way they told each other their love.))
Relishing the warm, rough touch of Firen's tongue on his side, the striped gray tom purred loudly, eyes closed tightly in delight. The secrets were out. No more faking, no more embarrassed glances, no more longing to tell the truth but not doing it because of an unsual fear in his chest that he would blow everything apart. He knew she told the truth when she replied to his statement, saying she loved him, her voice whisper-soft in his ears. It was as if a veil of mist had lifted, bringing with it the agonizing weight of what felt like terrible betrayal towards his feelings, his very mind. To have it out, to finally say what he felt.. he couldn't help smiling like a young kit, purring on and on, thinking the same thoughts over like a tape recorder. She loves me. She loves me. And I love her. But as soon as his initial joy lessened, his mind came back to the present situation. Firen was bleeding to death, and probably had a sprained paw to add to that, he might have broken ribs, and a fox had just attacked them. Firen would die if her wounds were not tended soon, Flintpelt would die of madness from having lost her just as their love had been announced, and they would both end up dead. The only good thing out of that was that they would be able to meet in StarClan, up there in the sky. It was the only reassuring thing in the whole deal. But still, living was better. A panicked look crossed the tom's face, worry and fear crossing to create a mixture of feelings. He looked down upon his love's bleeding body, and winced at the wounds she had. He would have to get her back to camp. So, nudging at her flank as he desperately tried to not touch her wounds and make them worse, he spoke hoarsely, voice grating because of the immensity of the situation.
"Firen, you need to get up! We have to get back to camp. I'll help you walk, and if you can't, I'll take you on my back. Come on, please. I can't let you die."
Tears were pricking at his eyes again, and he glanced in the direction of the camp, bi-colored gaze immediately readjusting to take in Firen again. Biting his lower lip, he pleeded with his eyes, hoping she would understand the dire need for her to stay alive. They needed to.
((By the way, did you know that you can now RP your dead cats, cats from WCv2 included? That means Spiderthorn and Dragonfang can RP! They can RP, Ferneh! The boards that allow you to do that are at the very bottom of the list. You'll see them. Under NightClan n_n))
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Post by Silverstream on May 23, 2006 16:25:51 GMT -5
((AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! If I had a ThunderClan cat, I'd help ya guys out, but unfortunately, that clan got banned before I could enter it... A soon as I can, I'll have a cat in each clan. Just you wait!))
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Post by Fernpaw on May 24, 2006 9:09:47 GMT -5
((No way!! YEAHHH!! More lovers! *dances around ecstatically*))
Firen winced as a sudden jolt of pain brought her back to the present situation. She took a deep breath and lurched to her feet, gritting her teeth as a wave of agony washed to meet her. Right now, she would leap off a cliff if Flintpelt asked her to. The she-cat took a step, then two more. Her legs were trembling with the effort, and blood cascaded down her sides in crimson rivulets. Firen lifted her paw to take one more step, tottered, and sank to the forest floor. Her mind numbed by exhaustion and pain, she let herself lay there for a few seconds. It felt so good to just lay on the ground.
Firen opened her eyes and looked straight at Flintpelt, eyes soft. "Flinpelt," she began, then stopped as a shudder went through her body as another searing bolt of white-hot pain flooded her. She tried again, "Flintpelt . . . I can't make it. You can't carry me . . . you've got to hurry. Please . . . Flintpelt if you're . . . quick . . . I may make it." Firen raised her muzzle and pressed it against Flintpelt's fur, a hoarse purr rising from her.
"I love you, Flintpelt," she murmured, "No matter what happens, I'll always love you."
((Do you think we could have him go get the medicine cat, then he rushes back here, forgetting that he himself is injured, and he brings her back from the brink of death?))
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 24, 2006 9:45:45 GMT -5
((xDDDDD And that idea is so... so... Meh. So tempting. :3 I really want to carry it out. There's just one problem. Goldenleaf was created by someone who already had a Leader without anyone's noticing, mainly because this person forgot to put his/her chars in his/her siggeh. So Firen might have to wait a while.))
The tears finally escaped, streaming down the panicking tom's face in multiple rivulets of sparkling misery, the fur on his features parted by the heavy drops of salty water. He sobbed brokenly, biting his lip harder, blood welling up on the cut he had created. Another sob shook his chest, and he swallowed, his conscricted throat stopping most of what he tried to do. Nodding his head obediently, though only half-heartedly, he cast another swift glance full of adoration at Firen and sped off through the trees, completely ignoring the searing pain shooting through his ribcage, making his legs weaken and stumble, his numb mind taking nothing in except the approaching scent of many cats, of fresh-kill, familiar smells, but missing one single thing that was the most important of them all. Firen. Firen was not among them. More tears fell freshly down his cheeks, dripping off his drooping whiskers like crystal diamonds caught for one second in the reeling whirlpool of that gigantic, cruel world. He ran on, not stopping for anything, silver paws pounding the hard, dry earth with a frantic frenzy. His heartbroken sobs caught in his throat, choking him, and he swallowed again, the pain making him spurt on, barred body merely a blur as he came near his camp. He needed to get the Medicine Cat. Needed to run. Fast. Save Firen. Save Firen. Save Firen. And that was all he was thinking about. To save his love.
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