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Post by Kiibuyat on Jun 1, 2006 22:04:19 GMT -5
A soft moon watched itself cross the sky in the massive lake. The lake was just like a mirror, hence it's name, the Mirror Lake. The water was as still and solid as glass, as if it was a transparent pathway across the Far Prairie. Two solid moons shone from above and from below. The world was reflected into this lake, showing another existence, another world. Perhaps water was the passage to another side. Perhaps this was a way to open the eyes and mind. Of course, there really was no other side after this. This was already StarClan.
Blue eyes. Well, they were almost blue. In life, these eyes sparkled with color and light. They held all of the past, and a wisdom of the few. Now, in StarClan, they no longer shown with only the day sky's light. It held the night's. To look into this cat's eyes was to see the her namesake; the Aurora. They were blue and purple, red and orange, green and yellow. A constant movement, and a constant battle, these eyes stood out against the grey fur of her slender face. The feline's body now seemed to glow with the light of the stars. She was of StarClan. The grey fur flowed thick and lush across her lean muscles of her back and legs, to the end of her long tail, and to the sharp, deadly tips of her claws. This was a cat of StarClan, and this was a cat of the night sky. Her name was Kiibuyat.
The she-cat sat motionless, her body relaxed, her mind emptied. Here she had nothing to be prepared against. No one could die. This was already in the land of the dead. Her northern eyes open, she watched the moon as it made it's journey again. Something in her features moved. A small smile crossed her maw. The moon must get bored. Then again, it has the chance to watch the happenings in the world. A sudden sadness swept away Kiibuyat's grin. The moon has watched battles. It has also watched death. It has watched the great battles of Kiibuyat's own time. It has watched her killed. The StarClan warrior sighed and looked down. But, of course, the moon has also witnessed life and love. It has watched creatures come together, and has seen the smallest ones breath in their first breath.
Northern eyes turned up wards. She felt the pulse of the sky and the stars. She heard the song of the moon, and the fight from the distant sun. She tasted the sweet flavor of life. She smelt the crisp scent of the grass and the water. Kiibuyat saw the night burst into color.
Pure joy flooded through her. Here it was. Here was the beat of her life and her death. Here was Kiibuyat's name. The Aurora Borealis sparkled through the sky, whipping it's long lashes of light, and crackling it's voice through the air. Kiibuyat smiled. The Aurora always seemed to come when she needed it. Northern eyes met northern lights.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 5, 2006 23:56:40 GMT -5
"Pretty."
The single word had been spoken by another she-cat, standing behind the first a few tail-lengths away. She was of rather patchy appearance, even though her pelt had been shades wilder once long ago. Shedding had brought it to an almost normal level. If her life had kept on going farther, instead of ending on that fateful battle of long ago, the feline may have had a chance to finally own a normal coat of fur. Ebony ear twitched slightly, though if it was in amusement at the way the strange, wavering lights from above seemed to appear whenever the northern female desired it, or in admiration for the same fact, or even in awe at the mesmerizing, changing, bending colors of the Aurora, you would never be able to tell until you got a glimpse of the second cat's bright crimson eyes, shining in recognition, remembering the lone figure on the bank of the Lake. Kiibuyat. A name from long ago, but burned into her memory as if with a white-hot brand, from a time when she was still a violent, short-tempered rogue. She remembered that day quite clearly by now, what with all the moons inside her head. Kiibuyat and Heartbreak [I wonder where that one is, she thought quietly] together, the first standing and talking as the latter lounged on the Resting Rocks. The dappled female had interrupted their speech quite abruptly, she could remember that well. Remember...
"Whatever you're saying, it doesn't sound nice." The slightly mocking voice had come from between the trees. Their large, dark brown bodies hid the cat who had spoken, and the branches at their tops cast shadows upon the floor, giving even greater camouflage to whoever was hiding. "No. Not nice at all." A faint snicker echoed out from between the trees. The cat's voice sounded strange, waving up and down in tones, mocking the first second, smug the next. Wind blew through the branches, making the leaves rustle in unison. Branches shook about, changing and re-changing the light on the forest floor. "Ooh. How...intimidating." Another laugh. Then, as if on cue, a wildly colored cat appeared from between the tree's thick trunks. The cocky smirk on her maw plainly showed she was unafraid of the other two rogues. Her tail flicked from side to side in a pendulum motion, and she moved smoothly and gracefully, as if she had just strolled here by chance. And maybe she had. "Do you know of me? Probably not. I have not yet made myself a reputation in these parts. It sounds like you have, though. You are Heartbreak, I presume? Yes, I've heard of that kit you're searching for. You'd better be careful. Her mentor is a strong warrior, and many Clan cats surround her. You have not picked just anyone to wreak your revenge upon. And you...who might you be? I do not think I have heard of you yet. If you would give me your name, I would be greatly pleased. Well, maybe I wouldn't, but that depends. Oh, and I'm forgetting my manners. As if I have any, but....anyway, my name is Ziggu. Ziggu the rogue. How do you do?" The smirk was still on her face, but a mischeivous look had entered her eyes. She looked half mad, her eyes glinting and her tail swishing, grinning like an idiot in front of the two rogues.
Shaking her head slightly, Ziggu left the fuzzy feeling of wonder and recalling, returning her attention towards the matters at hand. Kiibuyat had not changed much. She still looked like quite the same feline, though she was obviously older, and so probably acted the same way. Shrugging off her doubts that the two would probably not get along very well together now that Ziggu had changed so dramatically, she advanced, light paws padding against the ground with an agile grace, a thin smile resting upon the female's lips. Maw opened once more, and words slipped out for the second time, filling the silence of the air again.
"So... doin' good?"
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Post by Kiibuyat on Jun 6, 2006 19:24:49 GMT -5
OOC: I love what you did with the flashback! I have to do it ;D
The Aurora Borealis flickered above, changing its color, dancing to the sound of the moon. The stars twinkled lazily, watching the beautiful, rhythmic performance. The lights shown more blue tonight, shining in dark beauty. They showed the true color of the feline's eyes during life. Kiibuyat barely flicked an ear as the soundless other voiced her words. Instant recognition hit Kiibuyat, as she heard Ziggu's strong voice. But it sounded different, too. Perhaps StarClan had changed her. Perhaps she had changed after they had first met. Kiibuyat found it odd, to remember someone from so long ago, if only for a brief while. Maybe it was because Ziggu was so alike Kiibuyat. A small smile flickered across Kiibuyat. She remembered it well, like so many other memories.
Kiibuyat's blue eyes flicked to the mad voice off to the side. Slowly, an amused gazed crept onto her face as she listened to the other rogue's words. So, this cat thinks she has the right to tell us? Kiibuyat didn't doubt it, but she wasn't about to back down to someone with harsh words. "Well," the she-cat spoke in a smooth voice, "The world of rogues isn't very nice."
As a blur of wild colors appeared in front of the gray rogue in the form of a cat, Kiibuyat studied her quietly. Ziggu put on a half-mad look, but Kiib wasn't fooled. She had learned not to underestimate others very quickly in life. She held a look of coldness, waiting to see who this cat really was.
Kiibuyat, at first, held her face cold and staring. Then, out of the blue, she full out laughed. "Well then, rogue, we have more in common than you know." Getting to her feet, Kiibuyat paced back and forth, restlessness suddenly bothering her. So, Ziggu and her were more alike. Ziggu's family had died young. So had Kiibuyat's. Ziggu learned how to live on her own. So did Kiibuyat. Ziggue learned how to read others. So did Kiibuyat. The gray she-cat's blue eyes sparkled with many emotions; interest, hostlity, amusement, mock.
Still pacing, Kiibuyat spoke, "I learned how to take care of myself, though, in a different way from you, perhaps. My family was murdered before my eyes when I was so young. I managed to escape, and I was then on my own, just like you. Of course, I could murder you right here and now, like you said. But I won't, because there is no reason for it.
"Now, as for predicting movements, hearing like an owl, and reading like Two-legs, I must interject. The way you say it, you sound like you know it better than everyone else. I doubt it. Of course, I may be underestimating you, as you may be underestimating me. I can tell you, I am one of those with you. I can read another just as you say you can. I doubt you could read me, and I doubt I could read you. At the moment, we sound evenly matched."
That had been quite interesting. Kiibuyat supposed that all still applied, depending on how Ziggu was now. Of course, it also applied to how Kiibuyat had changed. She hadn't really given it much thought. The gray StarClan warrior blinked slightly. This recognition had caused her to remember meeting Ziggu, which led to remembering her past. In StarClan, things like that were usually not dwelled upon, though they were placed in the mind, however secretly. Kiibuyat, again, hadn't given it much thought. But that was from a later time.
Kiibuyat sensed Ziggu come closer, and heard her speak again. With a slight smile, the northern eyed cat replied, "Never better."
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 6, 2006 23:49:49 GMT -5
((Thankee :3 Mehs lurve flashbacks. Can't help myself.))
The smile on the dappled female's maw widened at Kiibuyat's answer, and she gave a swift nod of her ebony-eared head, as if agreeing to some inner thought that had passed through her mind. Another light step took her to the female tabby's side, and she stood there for a moment, gazing upwards at the shimmering, wavering, dancing colors of the aurora, before sitting herself down at the bank of the great Mirror Lake, that vast expanse of silver-hued water that seemed to go on and on and on. Platinum-tipped tail bent gracefully in an upside-down curve, flicking from side to side in that mesmerizing pendulum motion she had used so much in her younger days, and then settled back on the grass-covered earth, the dew covering the thin blades of dark, healthy green soaking her fur to the skin. She could still recall when there had been too much muck caking her pelt for a single hair to be seen by watching felines, or even for the water to seep through and touch her. After she had begun living in RiverClan, Moonpelt had shown her that having a clean coat is just as important as food. Now, her hair was neatly licked free of encumbering plants and dirt at every occasion, and her movements were more free than they used to be. She silently thanked the ancient silvered female once more inside her head, and then turned to look her companion up and down, noting the changes in her body, expressions, anything. It would be good to know what was the same and what was different for a number of reasons. One, Ziggu would know how not to make the she-cat angered, sadened, annoyed, or any other bothering feeling that could come to her mind. Two, she would not be confused when Kiibuyat revealed something that was not at all like the young northern she-cat the dappled female had met long ago. Three... well, she'd find out soon enough. She seemed older, of course. Kiibuyat could not have died just one or two moons after Ziggu's departure from her old ways. So the wildly-hued female had better not mention age for now, or at least until she knew if it was safe or not. Just to be sure. But other than that, nothing much was apparent. She would have to continue her little... 'investigation' gradually, noting down small things. One of them being the slight smile on Kiibuyat's face as she answered. Giving another small nod, and realizing that it was probably her turn to break the comforting silence that had settled, crimson-faced feline opened pale pink maw again to release speech into the nocturnal air.
"That's nice to know."
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Post by Kiibuyat on Jun 10, 2006 1:02:18 GMT -5
Kiibuyat relaxed and listened as Ziggu stepped closer. She hadn't glanced at her yet, and she wasn't sure at what impression she would receive. Was this feline still as wild and as muddy as when they first met? Was Ziggu still crazed in her mind? But maybe there had been a change in her life. Maybe the she-cat had changed and had become quieter and kinder. Or maybe that was just Kiibuyat's thoughts. Kiibuyat still did not look. Maybe it was respect. Perhaps she didn't want Ziggu to feel pressured that Kiib was studying her. Of course, there was no fighting in StarClan. Kiibuyat hadn't lain a claw on another cat. In fact, the gray warrior had barely seen another creature here, until now.
Another forgotten thought flickered in the back of Kiibuyat's mind. It was a thought of others that had been in her life. A flicker of fear, calmness, confusion. All this rushed her mind, and she blinked quietly. A memory came back to her.
A sleek gray figure moved through the river like a silver fish, her bright blue eyes shining. The water did not bother her at all, unlike many felines. In fact, she found the liquid to be soothing. She found the rivers and streams to be a second home to her.
Pulling herself gracefully from the river, the gray she-cat licked her fur dry. It was only after she was done did she realize that she was sitting next to another cat. Surprise did not show in her blue eyes, nor did she jump to any extent. All the rogue did was stare. He was a Clan cat, she assumed, but he was not sleeping within their walls. Tilting her head, the she-cat thought, He must be a loner of the Clan. But he is of the Clan, or that's what it seems. He is on their territory.
Laying down, with her nose only a few mouse lengths away from the black tom, Kiibuyat watched him silently, her blue eyes glowing.
Kiibuyat remembered this black tom, though the name was hard to come by. For a long moment, Kiibuyat buried into the deepest of her thoughts, until a name barely brushed her mind; Riverstone. Multi-colored eyes glowed with warmth. She remembered this tom. He had been of a Clan, but at the same time, there was a wiseness and a warmth. He had listened to her, and she him. This was a time in her life when she trusted no Clan, because of her past. Maybe he was here in StarClan, unless he was still alive. Personally, Kiibuyat wouldn't have been surprised.
The northern she-cat was brought back to the present, with Ziggu sitting next to her. Turning her eyes from above, Kiibuyat watched the Aurora in the water below. It was a reflection, mimicking the light's movement. Kiibuyat smiled. With a slow fluid movement, the gray she-cat's tail reached out, and tapped the top of the water. The Mirror Lake was instantly broken. A small ripple ran away from the two cats at the bank, to be followed by another, and another, chasing the first. The lights in the sky danced faster, seemingly competitive against the reflection. Kiibuyat watched the rippled flood away. Finally, northern eyes turned away from the scenery, and looked at Ziggu.
The wild feline Kiibuyat had met long ago seemed to have disappeared. There was no caked mud, and Kiib was able to see real clean fur. Even without the mud, this cat's fur was wild looking, with its amazing colors. Ziggu herself seemed to have changed. The gray warrior looked into Ziggu's eyes, letting her northern eyes shine like the sky.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 14, 2006 23:45:00 GMT -5
A slight glance to the side told the wildly colored she-cat that it was now Kiibuyat who was noting down the changes that had happened inside her composure and looks. Ziggu knew herself well enough to have already jotted every single detail about herself that had changed, morphing her into an almost entirely different feline. The most noticeable feature, the tiny fact that most felines noticed at first glance, was that her fur was well-groomed and neat, clean as if it had always been that way, and possessed a shiny silvery sheen that plainly showed good health. Where the female had once been covered in dirt, dead leaves, and random bits of thorns or sticks, there was now a wild array of many colors, differing from a dull, but bright platinum hue to the heavy crimson of her face, and passing in-between to explosive orange, soft yellow, and even a section of earth-toned brown creating spashes of dirt-like spots upon her belly. Ears were entirely black, flicking back and forth on the hind part of her skull like twin radars of pure onyx. They had changed over the time, what with her molting and regaining her fur again and again, and the vermilion color that had once only encircled her eyes had now spread to conquer her entire head, as well as a few other splotches and dashes that had changed their position. But her colors and the state of her pelt were not the only difference in her physical appearance. At a time of long ago, she held herself defiantly, head thrust forwards in an aggressive way, paws splayed out as if she was already preparing herself for a battle and heightening her balance, tail waving from side to side hypnotically, an obvious sneer spread upon her ragged visage. Carmine oculars would glint with savage hate or fury, scornful all the same, and she would begin ranting at the slightest mention of the foolish side of her actions. Her family had been killed, or died by the elements, and she had not. Only one of her sisters had survived. She had learned that up here, in StarClan, and also the fact that she had a great-nephew. Smiling at this, when she had found it out the first time, she shook her head slightly. What a strange thing life was, as well as death. Back to her description. These days, she appeared in a relaxed, calm position, loosened muscles, though still hard as oak wood, outlined clearly under her short coat, a contented or mischievous smile replacing the grin of insanity or grimace of loathing she had often worn before. Not as tense as she had once been because of the fact that you could not die twice in StarClan, she would be able to converse normally with another cat, just as she was now, and not have to glance over her shoulder or prick her ears warily to search for signs of danger. Most of these 'dangers' had been the approach of a certain tom named Tigerpelt, whom she had met again earlier on that day, and had walked off angrily after she laughed at the fact that he needed her help. Really. Temper temper. Ziggu glanced over again, and seeing that Kiibuyat was now intensely watching her, returned the stare with bright red orbs. Crimson hues met rainbow tones, and the strange female grinned, displaying the two healthy rows of gleaming ivory fangs she held inside her mouth. Lethal, but pretty to look at for a cat's pearly whites.
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