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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 1:35:59 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
Frostkit had taken the role of a background character ever since Mushroomstar arrived in Windclan and laid down his roots. The two toms appeared to go out of their way to avoid one another as best they could in such a small space. It was made a little easier by the fact that Mushroomstar spent a good amount of his time exploring paths through the city in his search to find a safe route outside the twoleg clan. Being forced to share the same space in the small alleyway made things harder, however, as the two males often tried to avoid even glancing in the others direction.
Today started off much like it usually did for Frostkit. He woke up early in the morning and left the 'shelter' of the flexible dens and wandered the small settlement until he found a place to sit on his own, usually tucked away in a corner or behind a dumpster where the harsh winds were less likely to cut through his thin coat. Even in the thick of the winter blizzard, Frostkits pelt remained thinner than he'd like and the young male had taken to trying to hide any sniffles or sneezes. Windclan couldn't afford any sick cats on their paws right now.
Sheltered with his back against the cold, green metal of a twoleg bin, Frostkit settled in and allowed his mind to wander. Would they finally be able to leave soon? Would Mushroomstar ever forgive him? Could they ever go back to what they once had? Frostkit didn't have the answers to his most pressing questions, allowing his anxiety-riddled mind to run freely with what if's.
Truly, Frostkit could only wait and see what would happen, but he found it increasingly difficult to get through everyday life when he was always alone. At least when Mushroomstar was speaking to him he could have said he had one friend, now... he had no one.
Good Starclan, what was he going to do? 330 words | @northsoutheastwest
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Post by Ferntrail on Jun 7, 2018 4:42:28 GMT -5
i'll sleep when i'm dead, a revolution is waking up in my head Bluepaw was livid. No, she was outraged. She'd been antagonized by a piece of scum Windclan warrior. He had choked her, had created the scab underneath her chin. Not to mention the bruising. You couldn't see it, but she could sure as hell feel it. Not to mention the fact her head thumped, and this cold was making her lethargic. Bluepaw couldn't remember the last time she was actually feeling this shitty? Physically, of course, Bluepaw wasn't even out of her mental lows.
Rising to her paws with a flick of her tail she surveyed the alley with an annoyed expression. Nothing interesting happening, Except for a blue/grey bundle scampering away for some protection against the wind. She remembered that... thing. It was of some sort of value to Mushroombelly, so she had to investigate. Plus, how much could it hurt to just put a bit of pressure on the thing, to see what it knew?
It couldn't hurt at all. Pretending as if the cold didn't bother her, she sauntered over, taking the air of a predator. That was what she was. She was a predator, he was his prey. A bounce was in her step, the lightness in her toes taking a lot of strength. She looked elegant, in a psychopathic way. In reality, she was freezing her ass off, her bones shuddering. As she neared the little ball of fur she unsheathed her claws, letting them drag on the hard floor. The scrapping sounds sounded vile even to her ears, and the wind help sweeps it around the air.
Long tail slowly waving back and forth her lips peeled back into an insane, savage grin.
"Good day, sweetheart" Bluepaw was no longer a random apprentice, she was someone. She was tall enough to be considered an adult, and she'd sure as hell play into that factor. Sitting down she raised a paw, examining her claws.
"The weather is quite pleasant, isn't it? It helps hides the screa- Oops, I shouldn't tell you about that, should I?" Her voice ever so innocent.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 13:59:34 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
Frostkit hadn't been expecting anyone to approach him so early in the morning due to his last few days being spent mostly alone, consisting entirely of him hiding away from the world and the fear is caused him. Today had decided to throw him a curveball it seemed, as a stranger could be seen making a beeline for him. Sure, it wasn't uncommon for new cats to be joining Windclan these days, after all, he had been one of those cats! The difference was that the cats he had the pleasure of meeting for the first time were usually pleasant to be around, and this she-cat's first interaction with him was the sound of her claws dragging across the ice underfoot. Truthfully, it sent a shiver down his spine and filled him with dread for what was to come.
It actually made him miss Mushroomstar and wish he were here to protect him.
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Bluepaws sentence started out innocent enough, and Frostkit probably wouldn't have thought anything negative from it if it weren't for the wild look on her face. A smile that was too wide that showed too many teeth, her eyes searching him as if looking for something she was after. Did she just say something about screaming?
"I-I, uh-m..." Frostkits stutter always got the best of him when his anxiety had skyrocketed through the roof, and something about this molly's innocent voice sparked discomfort inside him. "I-I don't enjoy t-the cold weather much..." His voice was soft and hard to hear like he was trying to fade out of existence right in front of this cat. As he sat there, shivering for a reason other than the cold weather, It occurred to him that maybe he could change the conversation before it spiraled out of control. He drew in a sharp breath, trying to gather the courage to fight off his stutter and put his best side out there.
"I'm... Frostkit." He said, his voice still shaky and uncertain. "Welcome to Windclan, u-uh, and who might you be?" 340 words | @northsoutheastwest
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Post by Ferntrail on Jun 8, 2018 3:02:01 GMT -5
i'll sleep when i'm dead, a revolution is waking up in my head Bluepaw surveyed him with a look of amusement. He was a small, pathetic looking thing. She felt like bullying something smaller, something weaker than her. The bad bones in her body shining brighter as she leaned forward, whiskers waving in the breeze
"Speak up there, love, otherwise one might think your tongue has been cut out- Or will be soon" She couldn't help but feeling smug. It was way too easy. Maybe she should feel bad, but those feelings had been lost to her ages ago.
The only cats that could get to her now were the ones she cared about or wanted to care about her. This kitten meant nothing to her and Mushroomst-belly had made it clear what he thought about her. No need to try keep a clean image, when he already knew her. Ish. He may be a small thing, but couldn't he actually speak up? She couldn't hear anything he was saying. Something about the cold weather?
"Any cats who like this weather are psychopaths and deserve it if the cold killed them... Your not a psychopath, good to know."
Frostkit? He was the opposite of frost. Maybe a mouse?
"Frostkit... Hmm, sounds like the name of a strong cat. Of course, that's not why you were named it though, why were you named it?" Maybe he'd be too young and dumb to understand her insult.
"My name doesn't matter although if you must, call me Blue"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2018 3:32:47 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
With his fur bristling in fear, Frostkit did his best not to appear outwardly terrified at the things Bluepaw was saying to him. The way she nonchalantly threatened him, like she was daring him to let a single word slip about what she whispered to him had him beyond mortified. There weren't enough synonyms for fear to describe how Frostkit were truly feeling at this moment.
Her words seemed to fall from her lips like the hiss of a venomous snake, causing Frostkit to feel like she could strike in a glimmer of claws at any moment. One sharp nail across his throat is all it would take to silence him for good... or was Bluepaw the type who would rather slowly strangle her prey, watching as she crushed each individual bone in his ribcage and slowly drained each and every last breath from his body?
Frostkit could feel his eyes begin to widen and his lip begin to quiver as Bluepaw sent sharp insults his way. Her words pierced him like sharp claws cut through the skin of a mouse as she began to criticise his name and how there was no way it was befitting a tom such as himself. It was if Bluepaw had magically transported Frostkit back in time to when Blizzardstrike himself was alive and standing in front of him, claws unsheathed and ready to cut him deeper than his words ever could.
"M-my... my mother's name was Snowbird," Frostkit practically wheezed out as if he had been slammed in the stomach by some unseen force. "a-and my... my f-fathers name was Blizzardstrike. I was told by t-the queens in River-- clan that my mother wished to... keep the theme of leaf-bare names going with her kits." Frostkit could feel as tears began to build in his eyes against his will, causing him to worry that they would crystalize in the cold and ruin his vision forever. With a shaky paw, Frostkit began to try and clear his face of tears and regain some kind of composure, even though the feeling of Bluepaws piercing stare made his spine want to crumble in on itself. He had to be strong, he had to be. 368 words | @northsoutheastwest
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Post by Ferntrail on Jun 8, 2018 4:02:43 GMT -5
i'll sleep when i'm dead, a revolution is waking up in my head She kept her expression one of superior amusement, her body language damn spooky. Her leathery lips pursed together as she surveyed his bristling
"Little one, no need to bristle. If I were to hurt you It'd be in your sleep, when everyone else is too sleepy to hear your screams" She wouldn't actually hurt him, apart from maybe a nick or two. For the hell of it, she leaned forward and sniffed at his neck, let out an 'ahh' as if confirming something.
Now he was wheezing? Was he sick? Ugh, the noise was retched. Raising a paw she jabbed her paw towards his ribs
"Stop doing that horrid sound! It's not like I've hurt you or anything. We are friends, you and I, I've been completely honest with my intentions" She sucked so much, she wasn't even trying to hide the fact she was lying. She wasn't trying to be sly.
She forced herself to be quiet, to listen to his life story.
"Riverclan, aye? So your one of those cats that swim in fish shit, how... pleasant" Who cares that Bluepaw loved to swim? She found it exhilarating, but no one knew that. She could easily pretend she didn't.
"Your parents sound like very original cats, I understand why they did it" Again that condescending tone. Noticing his tears she offered him a grin.
"I can get them off for you if you want?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2018 14:40:08 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
Still, Bluepaw continued to fire off at him, one obscure threat after another until Frostkit felt like he was drowning in it all. Her words were too much for him to process all at once, his body and mind plagued by a sense of cold that went deeper than just his skin. He felt dizzy, like the world was spinning around him, and closed his eyes to try and center himself.
You'll be okay, Frostkit, she's just trying to mess with you! It's okay, you're okay, just take a breath-
Frostkit let out a shriek when Bluepaw jabbed her paw into his ribcage. It hadn't actually hurt him per say, but it did catch him entirely off guard. At that moment, the blue-furred tom collapsed in on himself, his front legs buckling to allow his body to curl into a tight ball and fall sideways into the snow. Frostkit wished more than anything that someone, anyone would notice him and Bluepaw and come over to see what was happening. He needed someone to help him, he didn't know how to deal with this all on his own!
"N-no t-thank you," Frostkit stuttered freely, no longer trying to hide it. "I-I think I'd like to, uhm... be l-left alone now, t-thanks." He tried desperately to get Bluepaw to leave him alone without sounding like he was begging her to go away. Frostkit had a feeling, though, that this was only going to be the beginning of his interaction with Bluepaw. She didn't seem like the type to back down easily. 259 words | @northsoutheastwest
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Post by Ferntrail on Jun 8, 2018 17:17:50 GMT -5
i'll sleep when i'm dead, a revolution is waking up in my head Bluepaw couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh. He was so tiny and weak. She could literally lean forward and kill him right now. He was lucky she wasn't in a murderous mood. It'd cause too much drama, and wasn't worth it. Also who would she be to take his life so early? Despite scaring him, she had no intention of actually harming him. Couldn't he see past that?
When he tucked his legs into a tight ball she got up, grabbing his scruff and hauling him up.
"Don't get too cold, we don't want you dying now, do we?" She sounded a tiny bit worried, had she scared him to death? No, of course not. She pushed back those betraying feelings and took another step back.
"Oh sweetie, I can't leave you alone. You might drop dead any second now, I'm going to be at your side. I'll keep you nice and warm, while getting to know you"
Her voice made it sound like a question, but it was obviously not. Stretching her legs out she couldn't help the shiver along her spine.
"Do you know Mushroombelly?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2018 21:43:51 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
Of course just asking Bluepaw to leave him be wouldn't work, and to be honest, he hadn't really expected it to. Nothing was ever that easy for Frostkit. Still, he couldn't help but give it a try and hope for the best. That said, he wasn't exactly prepared for what came next.
Frostkit felt as his limbs snapped open, his legs going as stiff as the branches on a very sturdy tree. Bluepaw had picked him up! His personal boundaries were shattered instantly as Frostkit was thrown right back into mental turmoil for what felt like the thousandth time today. He couldn't keep doing this, he couldn't keep bouncing back, it was only a matter of time until he completely broke into a million tiny shards like an icicle falling to the earth. But... what could he do, really? He was weak and he knew it, he accepted it. Frostkit would always sit down and take anything anyone dished out to him.
Frostkit felt like his conscious was a million miles away, even the howling snowstorm over them seems to be but a dull ringing in his ears. He knew Bluepaw was speaking to him, he could feel the faint vibrations from her words where his spine connected with her chest. He couldn't hear her, though. What was she saying? Was it another threat? He couldn't tell. He was only vaguely aware that Bluepaw had sat him back down on the snow, even though his spine was still rigid and he was sitting unnaturally. She was still so close to him, her body heat a torturous reminder that she wouldn't leave him alone.
Do you know Mushroombelly? Frostkit heard her ask, his consciousness latching onto the familiar name and dragging him back through the fog that had engulfed him. He found himself blinking his wet eyes and taking a long sweep around the clearing before, finally, settling back onto Bluepaw.
"Y-yes," he whispered, "Mushroomstar found me when..." A moments pause, as if he were struggling to remember, "... a hawk dropped me in Windclan territory. He took me back to his camp and kept me safe. He's... he's my brother." Frostkit looked confused as he ended his short explanation. He's the closest thing I have to family Frostkit thought, And I left him behind in Riverclan without even saying goodbye, because I was scared. No wonder he won't even look at me anymore. I'm such a disgrace. Disgusting. Nothing but worthless space. A mistake. A mistake. A mistake. 417 words | @northsoutheastwest
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Post by Ferntrail on Jun 8, 2018 22:27:58 GMT -5
i'll sleep when i'm dead, a revolution is waking up in my head Bluepaw was pissed off.It was obvious that he was spacing out. He looked so damn weak, and it annoyed her. He shouldn't just let her bully him, he should fight back. Getting to her paws once more she surveyed his unnatural, tense position.
"Do you have a damn death wish? Any rogue sneaking into camp would pick you up, then slowly torture you to your death" Slinking over she ran her tail under his chin, flicking the tip of it.
"Keep your head up high. You feel like running away and crying? Put your fucking head up and don't look at them, don't look at anyone. Pretend they don't exist, and they wont see you"
She then pressed her paw against his spine, toes spreading out
"Be natural, be relaxed. Not like you have stomach cramps and need to go shit somewhere" Her voice was scathing and harsh, dangerously sharp. She turned back around in a regal twirl, sitting back down once more. She listened to his story, her brows rising. Mushroombelly didn't just do things... Unless, unless he had some sort of good in him. Bringing her eyes down to his she looked at him with a probing gaze.
"Did he save you for his own use, or for your safety?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 1:25:47 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. Mist-
Frostkit was forced back into the present when Bluepaws nose appeared only inches away from his own, the place where their pelts originally touched now left unprotected and stinging from the rush of cold air. Did he want to die? Bluepaw had asked. No, of course not! He couldn't help that he was so... soft, he tried really hard to stand up for himself! It just never seemed to work out in his favor, it always got him into more trouble.
Bluepaws tail gliding under his chin caused him to tilt his head up ever so slightly, his lip raising, not in a snarl, but rather in an expression of how uncomfortable he was right now. Her tail flicked his jaw like a whip and caused Frostkit to flinch despite feeling no pain. It was a sign of dominance on Bluepaws part, and Blizzardstrike had taught his only son how to be submissive. It was the only thing he knew how to be.
The way Bluepaw was speaking to him was odd. She pressed firmly on his back to even out his spine, yet... it sounded like she was giving him advice. How to be strong in her own way. He didn't doubt that Bluepaw had a distaste for him, found him to be just another scaredy-cat that took more than he gave in the world of protection. So why, Frostkit wondered, was she trying to help him at all? Now the molly was looking at him, staring straight through him with a piercing gaze before asking the real question that was on her mind.
What was Mushroomstars end goal?
It was something Frostkit had asked himself before.
Truthfully, he didn't have an answer.
"Mushroomstar says he loves me, or he did, rather." Frostkit quickly corrected himself, feeling just a smidge more confident to speak now that Bluepaw hadn't immediately ripped out his throat. "He says I'm like his long lost brother, taken by a hawk only to be returned years later. Sometimes I... wonder if he sees me for me, or only as Ebonykit." Why was he telling her this? Wouldn't Mushroomstar be angry at him for retelling something he probably kept as a secret? After all, Frostkit had only heard him mention Ebonykit when he was in great distress and losing connections to reality. "If he didn't want to keep me safe, though... wouldn't he have gotten rid of me by now? He's kept me by his side for moons, so much so that I... don't really know any of the Windclan cats, even after spending half my life in their camps." 438 words | @northsoutheastwest
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Post by Ferntrail on Jun 15, 2018 23:07:30 GMT -5
i'll sleep when i'm dead, a revolution is waking up in my head Bluepaw looked at him an amused expression. He was just so readable! An open book, perhaps. At least he wasn't crying or whatever. The molly may not have survival as her number one goal; if it is she wouldn't taunt the barbaric Windclan warriors. She still knew how to act pleasant. Granted, she may not ever act good but she knew what to do.
"In your world, you can be like you are. Small, timid. It will work in a clan, for the most part, cats will try to protect you" Her cold eyes narrowed slightly as she continued looking at him
"It doesn't work in the real world. You'll be picked on, eaten away limb by limb"
What she was saying was true enough... Act weak; even kind, you'll be pushed to the breaking by the dominant cats. Be, or try to be, the dominant cat and your mind becomes a whirlpool of destruction. Leopardfang had told her that she should put herself into her clan, into hunting. It didn't work. It may engage her body, but her mind would become bored. It craved for the blood of others and she was afraid that if she tried changing herself she'd go insane.
Shaking her head she turned her attention back to the kit, her ears pricking up. Ebonykit? She'd never heard of this kit. She wouldn't question him about it though, she'd go straight to the bigger source and ask Mushroombelly.
"Mushroombelly once told me that he has never killed a cat before" Her voice dangerously light
"He lied. He has - is - killing himself" She flexed her claws as she stared at him.
"You can save him, Frostkit. You might not save his soul or his mind but you have a chance to save that tiny little bit of humanity that is left in him. You shouldn't be scared to speak to him. If he loved you like you say he did then he might listen to you" Bluepaw leaned a little bit closer, her voice quiet
"I am not saying this as a threat, Frostkit, I would never kill Mushroombelly but you can't count on him living. He has too many enemies and not enough regrets. He may be the leader but does he deserve it? Windclan has many loyal warriors that probably feel threatened... Which is why I know I can't trust Mushroombelly. Every good warrior trys to be faithful and dedicated, it's only the malicious ones that get appointed." She took a deep breath
"Do not let your world revolve around Mushroombellly. You can love him but don't focus on him. Make other friends, ones that will help you when you have nothing left" She was trying to help, really. She may have been scathing before but she didn't want his fate to end up bad. She had no one when she was young and if it was catching up to her now, it'd destroy him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 16:36:26 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
Frostkit had to mentally keep notes on his posture while also tuning into Bluepaws speech. He didn't want to let his fear spike up again and get the best of him, he didn't want to make Bluepaw angry. She appeared to be coming down from whatever emotion had set her over the edge, so he had to do what he could to please her and, hopefully, slip away soon.
He felt his ears flick back in discomfort as Bluepaw warned him about this real world. It sounded like a horrible place and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He knew he didn't want to be part of that world, but... he also knew he didn't have a choice apart from getting stronger. Frostkit was due for his apprenticeship, and with a new name came battle training. With a shiver, Frostkit pushed the thought out of his mind for the time being. Besides, Bluepaw was speaking to him again anyway.
There was a new degree of seriousness in Bluepaws tone as she spoke of Mushroomstar. Frostkit had no doubts in his mind that Bluepaw was trying to help him now, but why? He had other questions as well, like how Bluepaw knew the golden tom when he'd never seen her in Windclan before. Was she from Shadowclan, like the rest of Mushroomstars family that he talked about? This she-cat was just... so confusing. Frostkit couldn't figure her out.
A look of determination overcame Frostkit as he nodded along with Bluepaws words. He'd never had anyone tell them that he could do anything, it was quite the opposite usually. But... Bluepaw was right. Mushroomstar himself had said Frostkit was the closest thing he had to family. He could help him, maybe talk some sense into him when he got into one of his delirious states. If we cared for Mushroomstar, and he did, he would do everything he could to help. Even if that meant putting himself at risk.
"I-I'll do it," Frostkit meowed, unable to help the stutter that fell from his lips. "I mean, I'll do my best. I'll help him- and my clan- ... our clan." Frostkit corrected himself after a second, quickly getting to his feet. "We leave tomorrow, so... get some sleep. I'll talk to Mushroomstar when I get a chance. Um... see you tomorrow?" Frostkit flashed her a confused look, unsure if that's what he really wanted before scampering off into the snow before giving Bluepaw a chance to grab him and pull him back. 420 words | @northsoutheastwest
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