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Post by Fernpaw on May 24, 2006 11:19:08 GMT -5
((Oh also, I've finally posted with Thade in Windclan and Feroux in Shadowclan. In 'A Shadow', and 'Wandering, Do You Dare?' Just in case you're interested. )) Firen watched as the tom ran away, salty tears sprinkling the earth as he dashed madly toward the camp. Firen watched till she couldn't see him any more, then laid her head gently on the ground. Her eyes closed, her breathing faltered, then regained its normal pattern. The she-cat jerked up her head, amber orbs searching the undergrowth for a predator. She warily laid her head down, fighting the unconsciousness that seemed to be calling her name. Her eyelids seemed . . . so heavy. It was an effort to keep them open. The fiery she-cat blinked her eyes dazedly. Firen lost the struggle and in her mind a word echoed as she slipped into comforting darkness. Flintpelt.Darkness. Swirling darkness. Thick, cloying darkness, tugging at her fur, wrapping around her paws, entangling and trapping her. Firen looked around her, the darkness was fading, she was standing in a clearing. A full moon shone above, illuminating the clearing as brightly as if it were day. The she-cat recognized it as Fourtrees. She wondered why she was here, then saw a cat, the very image of her, step out of the shadows. Golden orbs met golden orbs as the two she-cats surveyed each other. Then, Firen's likeness spoke in a rich, deep voice that Firen would've thought to be her own if she didn't see the cat before her. "Welcome, Firen." In a flash, Firen knew why this cat was so similar to her, it was her ancestor, Redember. She dipped her head, partially overcome with awe, and partially overcome with fear. If that was Redember, than that meant she . . . Firen flew into a panic, "I can't be dead! Can I? I don't want to be!! Redember---please---send me back! Let me go back!" Her voice rose in pitch as terror filled her. "Flintpelt's back there! I've got to go back, send me back---please." Her last words were a plaintive whisper. Redember looked on in amusement and spoke softly, "It's not your time. When you are many moons older, you will walk the skies with me. But not now. I have been sent to tell you that Flintpelt loves you deeply." Firen snorted, only a few minutes ago she had found that out. Redember continued, "Help is coming. You must hold on. Hold on . . ." the last words faded, as Redember herself disappeared. She shimmered, turned translucent, then vanished. Firen darted back and forth calling, "Wait! But I don't know how to get back! Send me back!" You will find a way. The words echoed in her mind. Firen didn't hear them, they suddenly appeared in her head, or her heart, she didn't know which. Suddenly, the moonlit clearing was plunged into darkness. White-hot bolts of pain lanced up her sides as Firen drifted back into consciousness. Hold on. Hold on. ((I'm sorry!! I couldn't help myself. I just needed to have her meet Redember! *sly grin*))
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 30, 2006 14:20:04 GMT -5
((That's perfectly okee with meh :3 Say, do you know who Flintpelt's ancestor is? Or, at least, great-aunt. I couldn't help it, really. I made him Ziggu's great-nephew. xDDDD That's just so weird, but their pelts are pretty similar, since they're so dappled and all. Ziggu's sister escaped the wrath of the winter and survived just like her, moving far away from the Clans. Later on, Flint's mum was born, and then he was. He moved back to the Clans. And here he is n_n I can't wait. maybe Ziggu and Redember will meet each other. That would be fun.))
Small sterling paws pounded the moist, dark brown ground rythmatically, throwing up thick clods of deep, fertile earth into the air in the feline's wake, scattering vermilion and gold leaves, moss-green needles and all manner and kinds of plants and shrubs as he raced on, heart beating like a drumroll in his constricted chest, breath rasping heavily inside his throat, sinew coiling and releasing as pain shot up his limbs, momentarily halting his race. He had run all the way to the camp to warn Rippedbelly of Firen's situation, and had run straight back as his message was passed on. Now, his pelt covered in a slick film of nervous and weary sweat, deep, reopened wounds bleeding crimson rivulets across the tattered and matted remains of his once thick, sleek coat, the gossamer-thin cobwebs covering the most part of his striped form falling apart and crumbling as he crashed forwards recklessly through the pine-scented forest looming high above his confused head, he was intent on finding his love again, the she-cat who had stolen his heart and given it back, the fissures covering its crimson surface healed and welded together. She was all he needed in this dark world of despair. If she died, he would go with her, if only for the sake of seeing her beautiful face alive once more. These thoughts raced through his mind like frightened mice, tripping up his reason, muddling the rest of his decisions and rational thoughts, and, distracted from his quest for a single precious moment, his feet collided with a rock, tangled themselves and tripped him up. He landed flat on his face, just as he always did, and a jolt of agonizing pain seared through his aching body. A film of darkness began misting up his miscolored eyes, but he shook himself heartily, wincing as one of his wounds stretched a bit too much, and stood back up. For nothing would he leave Firen all alone out there, unconscious and dieing, like a traitor to her heart. He would keep going relentlessly until he found her. The other cats, the warriors of the camp, the Medicine cats, they would all hopefully follow the clear trail of destruction he had barreled into shape, and help the firey she-cat to get back on her feet. Renewed hope filling his heart like a life-giving drink after many days out in the desert, he took one step, and another, until he found his racing pace again and pushed through the fronds, the ferns, the bushes, brambles and nettles, frantically searching for the cat, that one beautiful she-cat, who he would die for.
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Post by *Rippedbelly* on May 30, 2006 14:45:50 GMT -5
(Sorry about that on the other topic "Firen! Is Hurt!" I was running after you but forgot to put it in there)
Rippedbelly pushed herself through the undergrowth, she could smell the blood on the ground. The plants were covered it the cat's blood as well. She pushed herself harder, she could hear very faintly the sounds of Flintpelt running, looking for something or someone. "Wait Come Back!" she called as she leaped over a log, "Or it less stop for a minute!"
She saw the tom just ahead, using all her speed she managed to catch up to him. She stopped beside him and started to pant, "Stop Flintpelt!" she hissed at him in between panting, "Your bleeding like no tomorrow! STOP IT!!" She lowered herself to the ground to get a bit of rest, she looked up at him with fury in her green eyes.
"Now don't move or you'll get more wounds!" she growled at him then then she soften a bit, "Now tell why you didn't stop or stay inside the den?" She mewed as she given him a quick look-over, and waited for an answer.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 30, 2006 23:22:21 GMT -5
((Woahwoahwoah. Waitalittleminutethere. One, please write more in your post. Two, you said that she did bowl him over. That's powerplaying. Powerplaying is not allowed here. So please change your post.
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Post by *Rippedbelly* on May 31, 2006 8:38:42 GMT -5
Okay, I'll change it. Sorry
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 31, 2006 12:17:26 GMT -5
((Thankee, but also remember to put your OOC between parentheses when in an IC thread.))
Flintpelt pushed past her, rasping breath caught in his throat, unwilling to stop when his love's life was in such desperate danger. Turning a blind eye to Rippedbelly's orders, stumbling onwards on swift feet, the tom, driven by desperation, ran on, racing forwards with the speed born only of intense fear. Fear for Firen's life, hanging in the balance by a worn, frayed thread, fear for the darkness that would engulf him if he did halt to let the Medicine Cat take care of him, fear for the loss of his own life if the she-cat who had stolen his soft, clumsy heart did live the world of the living, but most of all fear for their love, that fragile sparrow with a broken wing, just waiting to fly away at the slightest dispute, the smallest misunderstanding. He couldn't let it happen. If Firen died, he had no need to stay here. He would follow her into the corridors of darkness, leading himself to the doors of StarClan and eternal death. Leaving Firen alone out there, without a loving cat beside her, was something he could not do of free will.
"I... I have to save.. save her," he wheezed, stumbling again. He winced as arrows of stinging pain shot up his constricted chest, numbing his limbs, but continued running, speeding up as he followed his own trail of blood and tears, leading him to where Firen lay. Salty drops of water were springing to the corners of his eyes again, but not because of the sheer pain lancing up his muscles from the deep cuts covering his body, nor because of the cobwebs falling away to reveal thick scabs of dried blood, already cracking from his swift pace, but because of the thought that Firen might already be dead, might have already lost all of her blood, might have killed herself to stop the pain, might be sleeping and never come back. Oh, why had he stopped? Why had he not immediately run to the camp? But he already knew the answer. He hadn't been able to leave her there while his feelings lay hidden in his heart. When he had told her his secret, the terrible, beautiful secret of his love, a weight had dropped off him, and he had been able to go. But not before. Not before. And now he regretted going, because she was probably dead, or captured by another fox, of a badger, or a hawk. At his hopeless thoughts, more tears flowed down his matted cheeks, and he sobbed brokenly, trying to stop the rivulets of clear liquid running down his jaw.
There she was. A cry of joy echoed in his heart as he spotted the limp red form of Firen's body, but quickly died away to nothingness as he saw that she was not moving. Was she dead? Were his fears confirmed? Biting down hard on his bottom lip, not caring about the blood welling up on the cut, he stumbled over to her side, breathing in harshly, the air catching in his throat. His tears dropped onto the ground, the hard-packed earth soaking them up rapidly. He stared blankly at the disappearing spots of moisture, unable to believe that, only just after he had met her and told her his love, she had to leave. He could not even start to think that she was dead, that he would never see her face scowling or smiling, never hear her sharp hissing when she became annoyed or exasperated with him. He'd do anything even for a simple swipe on the nose coming from her. He seemed to crumple in on himself, falling to the ground in a sobbing heap of brown, black and gray fur. His head rested on the firey she-cat's flank as he weeped openly, squeezing his eyes tightly shut to quench the flow of tears. But nothing would stop the devastating river of misery descending down his face, and he cried, and cried, and cried. Finally, when the tears seemed to subside, he dared open his eyes. He could only see a misty expanse of green and brown, clouded because of his tears, and had to blink a few times before he could clearly see. Then he had to blink again, to make sure he had seen right. Was it true that Firen's whiskers had swept upwards as a breath of air blew on them? Was it true that he had seen her side rise and fall as she breathed? Was it true that, as he stayed perfectly quiet, he could hear the slow, deliberate beating of her heart? Placing his ear against her chest, he listened intently, and this time, instead of another flow of tears, a bright smile of happiness swept up his face, turning the mask of agonizing sadness upon his crumpled features into a glowing face of joy. She was alive!
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Post by *Rippedbelly* on May 31, 2006 13:31:23 GMT -5
Rippedbelly hissed as Flintpelt pushed pass her, 'Can't leave him out here by himself...' she thought as the tabby tom ran off into the bushes again. She slowly got off the ground and being to follow the bloody path, she let her body get back to normal before running again.
She saw that Flintpelt was heading to Sunningrocks, "RiverClan wouldn't like this one bit, and animals would follow the path into camp." she mew out loud but kept going forward. She stopped three times to get her breath before going at it again. "Flintpelt?" she called but no one answered her, she walked onward. Then, she stopped the smell of blood filled her nose; Rippedbelly hurried to a run.
She busted through the brushes and landed beside Flintpelt who lay on the ground; his blood was mixed with another cat. She followed the trail to a pretty tabby she-cat who laid still but was breathing. Her coat was covered with bite, clawmarks and blood. "Oh, Great StarClan!" she muttered and hurried over to Flintpelt then to the she-cat. They both needed to get back to camp at once. "Hold on the both of you," she mewed and being to lick away the blood around the she-cat's face.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 1, 2006 8:06:35 GMT -5
Firen faded out of unconsciousness. For some reason, she was having a hard time breathing. Why was that? Then she remembered she was dying, possibly dead and on her way to StarClan, and that something heavy was crushing her lungs. She hissed weakly as she recognized Flintpelt's scent, "Great furball . . . off!" Her vision was clouded from loss of blood, so she couldn't see her love's face yet, but at least he had brought help. A gentle tongue was rasping over her face, cleaning the blood and muck away from her face. Firen struggled to stay in consciousness, it was so easy to shut her eyes and drift away, away from the pain. But she knew that she might drift away forever, she might just give up and die. And Firen never gave up. "Redember, help me," she breathed, fighting against the waves up pain. Instantly, new strength flooded her limbs, her vision cleared so that she could see Flintpelt and the new medicine cat, Rippedbelly. She smiled weakly, "Hello."
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 1, 2006 8:26:45 GMT -5
Tears yet again ascended to the clumsy tom's eyes, this time coming because of the joy blooming like a flower in his mended heart, as Firen weakly hissed a sentence, and he quickly raised his head off of her chest, liberating her lungs. A bright smile of joy wreathed his face. Even a hiss was better than nothing, and his hopes had been answered. She was well. She was alive, at least. And that was the best thing that could ever happen. The tabby tom took a few steps backwards, giving the Medicine Cat more space to work. His grin stayed pasted on his face, not lessening in the least as he could see his love breathing, moving, speaking... living. It was a beautiful sight, knowing she was not gone, that her life had not flown off to StarClan, that she had not left him here to fend off his fears of the growing world. Even the pain searing up his legs, making him wince every once in a while, was worth it. She was still there, and that was what counted. That was what mattered. Even if she was angry at him, he didn't care in the least. She wasn't dead, dot, end of the phrase. No more was needed, except for her energy to come back and flood her body, for her firey temper to flare up and make her hiss at him. But that would come later. When she was healed. Flintpelt took a deep breath of air into his lungs, striving against the veil of darkness slowly creeping across his vision. He needed to stay awake, if Firen ever needed him, even though Rippedbelly's care was good enough to get her back on her feet quickly. He needed to stay out of unconsciousness. Biting down on the cut in his lip, the pain reviving him, he continued watching over his love's wounded body. She would bear the scars for a long time. And she may not ever be the same. But she was alive, and that was it.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 1, 2006 8:32:47 GMT -5
Firen pushed Rippedbelly away. "I'm fine!" she protested, her new energy pumping through her blood, or what was left of it. Shakily, she rose to her paws. She turned to her tom, joy shining in her eyes, "Look, I'm standing!" she cried. Flintpelt had begun to sway, as he fought unconsciousness ((is that okay for me to say, 'cause you said he was fighting unconsciousness)) so Firen immediately went to his side. A warm pink tongue rasped over his eyes, licking away the blood from a cut. "It's okay, Flintpelt," she murmured. "You're going to be fine." Even in the seriousness of the situation she still had time to crack a smile, here she was, coming back from the brink of death, telling Flintpelt he was going to be fine! What irony! Life was like that sometimes.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 1, 2006 9:01:19 GMT -5
((Of course it's okee :3))
A shred of worry crossed the soft-hearted tom's miscolored eyes as he saw Firen push Rippedbelly away, protesting that she was all right, but the concern was soon replaced by joyful happiness as he saw that, relatively, she was doing fine, even walking. Standing up on her legs, the firey she-cat called to him, obviously pleased with the fact that she could still stand even with such grave, ragged wounds covering her carmine body. As another wave of nausea overcame him, forcing the darkness back into his eyes, he tried to blink it away. But nothing happened, and his body swayed uncomfortably as he desperately shook his muddled head, chasing unconsciousness away once more. And he saw Firen by his side, before having to close his eyes again, letting the beautiful she-cat lick the blood away from a gash on his brow. The rough feeling of her warm tongue rasping over his fur made him tremble with delight, and a tremor made his spine shiver appreciatively. He began purring full-tilt, the comforting sound echoing in his ears like the rumble of a sleeping monster, and he gave the she-cat's ear a reassuring lick, telling her that she was right. He made sure not to touch any of her wounds, or at least the open ones, as he pressed himself closer to her, a grin overwhelming his face to return the smile, adoration radiating from crimson ocular as well as moss-green orb. He was happy, and so was she. A perfect dream.
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Post by *Rippedbelly* on Jun 1, 2006 10:17:05 GMT -5
Rippedbelly moved aside and watched as the two cats greeted each other, Firen was up and walking now and she didn't look too bad. Flintpelt looked very tired but Firen when over to his side and begun to lick his face. She purred gentle, both cats were alright and together. "Now, that the both of who are together i wish to get back to camp before someone or something comes by." she mewed trying to sound stern but it sounded more relieved and got up, walking over to Firen she sniffed her from head to tail quickly.
"I would have given you poppy seeds for the pain but your friend took off before i could get some stuff," she said as she flicked her tail to Flintpelt, "Can you walk back to camp?" she asked and not waiting turned to look at Flintpelt. "You'll help her get back home won't you Flintpelt?" she mew to a tabby tom.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 2, 2006 11:36:53 GMT -5
Firen snorted, "Help me? If anyone needs help, it's this furball," she mewed affectionately. She dipped her finely chiseled head to the Medicine Cat respectfully, "Thanks for taking care of him." She mewed. The gorgeous she-cat turned and nuzzled Flintpelt, murmuring, "Come on, let's get you back home." Firen wasn't sure if he heard her, StarClan knew she couldn't hear anything when she was near paralyzed with pain. She nudged him gently, trying to get him going.
"Lean on me, Flintpelt," she whispered in his ear, "Please." She braced her shoulders, her body no longer screaming in pain as Redember had given her the strength she needed to stand. "Come on,"
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 5, 2006 10:15:50 GMT -5
Flintpelt nodded absently at Rippedbelly's comment, ebony-eared cranium dropping shortly before raising again, though he wasn't really listening to anything the other she-cat was saying. His entire attention was fixed upon the friendly features of the feline fae beside him, that hissing, purring frame of firey red fur, his dear loved one Firen. His bi-colored green and crimson gaze held her in his vision steadily, even with the constant, agonizing pain rythmically thumping through every fiber of his muscles, not letting go of that comforting sight for anything in this living world or the next. The overwhelming grin of ecstasy on his contented face had lessened to a warm, curving smile, plainly directed at the female, and miscolored oculars shone with joy for Firen's swift recovery. He couldn't help it. He loved her. The striped tom returned to reality as the flame-hued she-cat nuzzled him, her touch upon his coat making his heart thump louder. Her murmur, quiet and soft as an eagle chick's feather in his ear, mesmerized his mind, and he got to platinum paws obediently after a hesitant moment. A flash of pain shot across his features, a slight flinch betraying the agony of his body, but he stayed standing without stumbling. Another whisper reached his mind, Firen's voice again, and he nodded once more, shaking his head upwards and downwards to show that he would not resist for once. What the she-cat wanted, he would give to her, end of the story and no exceptions in any way at all. Loosening the sinew on his left, he let his ashen tabby-streaked form lean against the she-cat's strong shoulder, hoping that he wasn't hurting her as the most part of his weight descended upon her form. She may still be fragile because of her wounds, and he did not, would never, want to be the one to worsen her situation just because he was hurting, too.
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Post by *Rippedbelly* on Jun 5, 2006 12:23:08 GMT -5
Rippedbelly watched as Flintpelt rested against Firen shoulder, she was a strong she-cat to help carry the weight of the tom. She walked over to see if she was in need of help, "Steady now, Steady" she mew and give the tom a quick over look. He was in bad shape, Firen was not bad off but she too need help. "Okay, Are you two ready to head back to camp?" she asked looking back at the broken, bloody path which she had followed. "Just take it easy and gentle, don't want to tried yourselves out." she warned and moved in front of the cats.
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