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Post by Angelpaw on Aug 7, 2007 14:35:51 GMT -5
Demonstorm returned to the camp and threw the magpie onto the pile of fresh-kill before walking slowly to the warriors den. His eyes were downcast and he refused to look at any other cat. He was deep in thought as he placed himself near to the entrance to the warriors den. He sighed as he thought through his actions of the day. He had been hiding from the other warriors after playing a trick that had them all baying for his blood, and then Brokenheart had come along. Brokenheart. He still didn't understand his reactions towards her, chasing through the forest? Pouncing? Playing? He did not play! So, why was today so different?
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Post by ~*Ravenfeather*~ on Aug 7, 2007 14:39:37 GMT -5
Brokenheart padded warily into camp. Her green eyes were misty and clouded, her eyes gazing at the ground. White-tipped paws carried her automatically to the warrior den. She passed through the entrance and flopped down on a nest at the very back of the den. Her heart felt heavy and very small tremors were passing through her.
It can't be Brokenheart's mind yowled. He's not.....
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Post by Angelpaw on Aug 7, 2007 14:50:00 GMT -5
As she padded into the camp, Demonstorms head whipped up as he watched Brokenheart pass him. When she had settled at the back, he stood. Had she not seen him? He cautiously padded over to her side. "Brokenheart?" He asked queitly, please Starclan let nothing have happened to her he spoke in a sient prayer as he gently nidged Brokenhearts shoulder.
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Post by ~*Ravenfeather*~ on Aug 7, 2007 14:52:26 GMT -5
Brokenheart raised her head slowly to meet Demonstorm's gaze with her own miserable gaze. "Hello Demonstorm, how have things been while I was gone?"
The brown fae tried to remain casual and calm, to act like nothing was wrong but there was a ragged edge to her voice. Misery was written all over her face and it was nearly impossible not to notice. She tried to hide it but was failing horribly. |
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Post by Angelpaw on Aug 7, 2007 14:59:58 GMT -5
"Brokenheart, what happened?" He asked as softly as he could. He lay his body next to hers, pressing against her slightly, hoping to be some comfort to her. He wrapped his tail around them both and he licked her ears reassuringly, ignoring her empty question as he waited for an answer to his.
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Post by ~*Ravenfeather*~ on Aug 7, 2007 15:04:45 GMT -5
Brokenheart rested against the black tom, closing her eyes. "My kit....died. The same rouge that killed my mate killed my kit. They told me....the kittypets. They said they found him in an alley."
The she-cat buried her muzzle in Demonstorm's neck, trembling from whiskers to tail. She hadn't know her kit, that was true but that didn't mean she didn't love him and think about him. Now he was dead, murdered by some rouge that had crossed lines with her mate. |
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Post by Angelpaw on Aug 7, 2007 15:26:30 GMT -5
Bending his head Demonstorm licked Brokenhearts ears. asked you to keep her safe, why didn't you? WHY!? he screamed in his mind th Starclan. He placed on paw over hers and made sure his tail was wrapped around her tightly. "It's ok," he said softly, "The Rouge will pay, if it's the last thing I do I will make sure the Rouge pays."
OOC:((DUN DUN DUUUUN))
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Post by ~*Ravenfeather*~ on Aug 7, 2007 15:31:13 GMT -5
Brokenheart smiled softly. "Don't worry about that rouge. I gave him a peice if my mind already. Saw me leaving and thought he'd rub it in. I'd say the scars I gave him won't go away any time soon."
At her words Brokenheart felt a little better but still her heart was heavy. Yes she had managed to land a blow on the rouge but only one, a slash on his flank to remember her by but that was all. It wasn't anything close to avenging her son's life. Brokenheart just wasn't a cat to kill in cold blood, no matter what had been done to her or her family. |
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Post by Angelpaw on Aug 7, 2007 15:40:37 GMT -5
Giving a soft nod to her as he continued to lick her ears, Demonstorm made a silent promise to Starclan that he would find that Rouge one day and kill him. A frown developed on his face and he was sure that Brokenheart would be able to hear his heart beating quickly in anger. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself as the tip of his tail twitched as though urging him onwards.
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Post by ~*Ravenfeather*~ on Aug 7, 2007 15:48:57 GMT -5
"I guess I was just asking for it, thinking I could have a happy life. I thought I could have kits and a loving mate and it turned out everyone I'm around dies. My mother was right to name me Broken. Slash and Claw were much better kits to her but even they died, one hit by a monster the other chewed up trying to fight a dog. I wasn't anywhere near as good as they were. I couldn't fight back and I couldn't protect my mate or my kit. I don't deserve to live."
Broken rested her muzzle on her paws, eyes clouded with misery. |
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Post by Angelpaw on Aug 7, 2007 15:55:34 GMT -5
"NO!" Demonstorm called out suddenly. He stood just as quickly and he looked down to Brokenheart. His eyes glimmered with an unknown force as he gazed upon the beautiful brown queen. "No, that is a lie. You of all cats deserve to have a happy life. You've had so much sadness but you must live on. You must show you are strong, because you are strong, and kind and caring and sweet and I..." He trailed of, unsure f what he was going to say. Were those words he was about to utter true? Was it possible?
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Post by ~*Ravenfeather*~ on Aug 7, 2007 16:05:46 GMT -5
Brokenheart looked at Demonstorm with a confused expression. She was still a bit in shock and seemed to be hearing Demonstorm's words at a dely. They seemed to take moments to sink in. "Thank you Demonstorm" she meowed quietly, resting her head back on her paws. "Somehow I live on but now I just don't know what to do with myself anymore." |
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Post by Angelpaw on Aug 7, 2007 16:09:32 GMT -5
"You have to live on Brokenheart, you have to," he whispered. He remained standing, merely watching over her. He said another silent prayer to Starclan to heal to scars on her heart but after he thought bitterly like Starclan will listen anyway.
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Post by ~*Ravenfeather*~ on Aug 7, 2007 16:14:57 GMT -5
"I know Demonstorm" Brokenheart murmured. "Relax, I won't die just because my life is miserable. I've lived like this before. It just takes time."
Brokenheart sighed softly. "I just wish my life wasn't such a lonely one. Everyone around me seems to die or simply hates me because of my weaknesses." |
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Post by Angelpaw on Aug 7, 2007 16:27:35 GMT -5
"Not everyone hates you, at least not anymore." Demonsotrm spoke, calming slightly, but still worried about his own thoughts and feelings. He didn't understand. All he had felt for a long time now was anger, anger to those who dared cross him but Brokenheart...he didn't know...she found him, it was like she really found him.
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