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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 5, 2006 21:18:28 GMT -5
Firen grunted, Flintpelt was heavier than she'd expected! She braced her shoulders, and took a step forward, coaxing her love alone with soft words. She looked toward Rippedbelly, her eyes in agony for the pain her mate was in. For Firen, she could almost feel the constricting bands around her lungs, the searing bolts of pain shooting up and down her body. Sometimes love was like that. If it was so strong, it sometimes bonded the two lovers till they were almost one cat. Suddenly, she had an inspiration.
Firen hoped Flintpelt realized that she would never do this for another cat besides him. She would never sing in front of another cat like Rippedbelly. Firen opened her maw and began to sing. Even the forest seemed to fall quiet as the woods filled with a gloreous, wordless song. The enchanting music floated and seemed to hang in the air, caught in the leafy entanglements of the trees above.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 5, 2006 23:36:21 GMT -5
The pain pounding against Flintpelt's veins, rushing through his body like a never-stopping torrent of crushing agony, seemed to dwindle and lessen in the presence of Firen's speechless tunes, as if even it would not dare surpass the song and tear the tom's attention away from the the peaceful, fire-hued colors of the features on the beautiful she-cat from whom this captivating melody of sweet, wonderous sounds was emanating like a stream of comforting murmurs. The wind breathing slowly over the tall grasses of the prairies, whispering quiet nothings to the creatures of the world, thin streamlets of clear, crystal liquid running over hill and dale, laughing merrily as if not a thing would ever be able to stop its course, the high-pitched trills and swoops of birdsong high on the breeze, intermixing in perfect harmony with the music of the plains and rivers, the tune of the air dashing across the topmost limbs of trees, not a single one of these enchanting, mesmerizing creators of music would ever equal the voice of that feline beside him, singing just for his own clumsy self. A sudden urge to join in with the flow, fly along the notes of melody, add his own bass tune to the main beautiful chant, surged through him like a tidal wave of emotion that brought tears pricking the corners of his miscolored eyes, and he opened his own maw, the tight, thin line of a smile spread on his striped features widening as the two advanced together through the forest, their changing, ascending, descending tune of pure, untainted love floating softly upon the currents of air inside the trees, breezing across the lands, maybe even out over the far WindClan territories, telling of a new happening in the world of ThunderClan. A new something had been born, unbreakable, untameable, and the two felines were the only ones to feel it then, at that precise moment, in that precise place. True love.
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Post by *Rippedbelly* on Jun 6, 2006 12:28:24 GMT -5
As their song filled the forest, Rippedbelly felt calm and happy that the two cats at last found each other. Firen looked tried but she continued to urge her friend forward toward camp, Flintpelt too was singing with her despise that he was weak. She moved along with them, the forest ring with the two lovers song; Rippedbelly stop to look over the tom again.
"We're nearly to the camp, Flintpelt then you can rest." she mew and looked at Firen who was bravely helping her lover walk. "Both of you can rest." They moved slowly through the bushes, she could smell the blood of the cats, on the ground, and on the branch's of the bushes. Rippedbelly sniffed the air to tell where they were, the smell of Thunderclan cats hit her. She turned to the two cats, "ThunderClan, just ahead!" she cried happily and hurried over back,
"Now, lets rest for a minute before going into camp. Once inside, We'll go right to my den. Flintpelt needs rest and you need your wounds looked after." she meowed and gentle licked the tried tom's shoulder which had started to bleed strongly again. 'Their wounds are so bad...Getting they back to camp is the best thing.' she thought as she looked at them with her green eyes.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 7, 2006 21:00:58 GMT -5
Firen nodded, too caught up in her singing and trying to ease Flintpelt's mind from the pain to actually reply. Her song was like a siren's voice, enchanting, alluring. The world stood in awe of her voice as she and Flintpelt continued to sing a duet.
Suddenly, the wind decided to add to the vocals. A soft swish, swish was heard as it slowly began slipping through the leaves. A mockingbird obviously didn't want to be left out, for it stood high on it's perch and poured out a lovely trill, in perfect time and harmony with the two cats. The soft thump of a rabbit's footfalls echoed throughout the forest, joining in on the chorus. Before Firen knew it, it seemed as if the whole forest was singing along to accompany her. A fox paused in it's homeward ramble, ears pricked and eyes curious to the wonders it was hearing. It continued on towards it's den, without a thought of destroyed or eating the injured cats.
Firen's eyes glowed as she heard the words, "ThunderClan, just ahead!" She had helped Flintpelt get home! And she had even sung, with the whole forest to help her. Singing brought peace, and peace brought friendship.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 7, 2006 23:30:32 GMT -5
As the first sweeping whisper of the dancing wind's soothing melody began weaving and dancing through the thick trunks of evergreens and deciduous trees, Flintpelt's heart seemed to lift in joy and amazement, tears coming to his eyes again in the emotional way he had of showing he could not have another portion of happiness. He was full of laughter, of song and soft thoughts, and his entire attention was focused upon the one cat who had made his life tumble upwards instead of down. Firen. As fierce and powerful as a raging wildfire when her battle-blood was aroused, but kind and caring towards the ones she loved. He knew so. He had also won a place in her tender heart, in exchange for the one she now occupied. Mended love. He had once thought he loved. The sort of love a young feline feels towards its mother and father, towards its brothers and sisters. The sort of love one can find that bonds a family together and never lets go, no matter the cost. But he had been wrong. Had the bond, the magical link of love, even been there at the beginning? Or had it crumbled away to nothing when his two older siblings, brother and sister, disappeared? Well, not really. They didn't vanish. His brother had been killed by... by something, a fox or a badger, whatever it was. He and his sister had been sent out to find him because their parents were getting worried. Upon finding the tom's immobile body laying in a pool of spreading blood, the little female, usually so sly and arrogant, had run off as if the very demons of below were nipping at her heels. Back then, Flint had been named Isbil. And his parents had not believed him. They had grown more distant by and by, until the growing tom had decided to leave of his own accord. Or had he been chased out? He couldn't quite remember. His memory was playing up on him. The striped male slowly shook his head to clear his mind. He had wandered off on random thoughts of his old life again, the trail he had walked to get here, to the Clans. Maybe it was because that bond had been missing that he had come upon the Clans, and decided to join them by using deceit and lies. Because he needed to love he had never had. And now, now... he had something better. Much better. Though 'owned' was not a good word in this situation. It would be better to say... he had been gifted with something so immensely superior to that soft, caring love all kits knew with their parents, that he couldn't help but admire the way it thumped in his heart, flowing through his body like blood in his veins. True love. Not a simple parental love, but the real thing, between two cats of the same - or a different - Clan. A slight curve of a smile appeared at the corner of his open maw as he continued singing joyfully. He was wandering off again. However, he had heard the happy phrase yowled to them by Rippedbelly about the camp being right ahead, close enough for all of them. His head turned slightly for his gaze to feast upon the fire-hued coat of his beloved, and he swiveled his head again, half-closed eyes betraying his pleasure at being here. They were almost there. Almost home.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 10, 2006 18:09:44 GMT -5
((Rippedbelly, can you make a post in the Med. Cats Den?))
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Post by *Rippedbelly* on Jun 12, 2006 8:51:17 GMT -5
((Sure i'll post inside the Med. Den, see ya!))
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 12, 2006 10:20:05 GMT -5
Between parentheses, please. ((Like this.))
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