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Post by •The Speedster• on Mar 9, 2009 20:25:23 GMT -5
Soft golden orbs rose up Streampaw's legs and up to her face. He closed his eyes and stood up, closing the space between the cats' bodies. His tongue rasped over her ears, but it was all too good for the moment. He stopped himself before he got too involved, although it was helping take his mind from what caused his attack. He sighed and stepped away from the grey apprentice and took a step forward towards the place he was heading. Come along... He rapped his tail around her paw and tightened it, then tugged forward, forcing her smaller bodice to move.
sweet surprise I could get used to unusual you
The trudged along the ground, a light rain starting to fall. It was a pleasant rain, and the sun was still out, so it was still 50o Vivid colors spread across the sky as a rainbow was created from the unique sun and rain mixing. It was unusual that the rainbow ended at the setting he was heading towards. Spike continued forward, faster now, anxious to find his mother, dead or alive. His paws moved against the dead grass, scratching open wounds that had first been created by the rocky walk through the mountains. He licked his paws, and winced as it stange, but again he continued forward. He could see the camp not far off, but no cats were in sight. He squinted his eyes to get a better view, and he could just make out a few tiny morsels moving about in the camp.
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Post by Lionstar on May 1, 2009 15:19:09 GMT -5
Streampaw glanced worriedly at her new mate. They were still tired and injured from the long journey from SkyClan's territory to her own Clan's. But it was too late to stop now. Streampaw jumped at a sudden noise, wanting only to press herself against Spike, away from this strange, hard place. But she didn't. She was stronger than that. And if she had to, she would be even stronger for Spike. Her green eyes traveled warily over every form in the ally. Although BloodClan had been defeated once by the ThunderClan leader, Lionstar, there were still stragglers who refused to give up on the old ways. And the old ways were very, very bad for any trespassers, especially the Clan cats after the war. The sky was blue and clear above them, but the air here was heavy and stank. This was no place for the two cats to be, but they pressed onwards, the smaller gray tabby straightening her shoulders as her green orbs flashed with determination.
[My muse has returned!!] [/size][/color]
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Post by •The Speedster• on May 10, 2009 10:17:18 GMT -5
The ebony brute stumbled on, tripping over each of his paws each time. He was becoming more and more drowzy each minute, and desperately needed sleep. He craved the warmth of Streampaw's bodice against his. He craved curling up beside her. He craved bein home and alone with Streampaw and no one else. He sighed stiffly, but continued. He raised his optics from the ground as they entered the camp. Spike tried to remember what the camp had looked like before he left. Had it looked the same? Why should it matter? Spike had too much on his mind.
With some love to help me survive Don't you want it?
Spike heard snarling from behind him and he spun around defensively. To his surprise, it was his brothers. Fear filled his eyes; he shouldn't have brought Streampaw here. He should've known these cats wouldn't accept him again. But did he even want them to accept him? Did he want to stay here instead of living with RiverClan? He hadn't decided yet. Ripple! Scar! He shouted their names helplessly, but still they slank forward, their bodices like a snake's. It's your brother, Spike! They suddenly stopped their snaking, and glanced at each other. Their eyes narrowed and Ripple opened his mouth as if he was going to say something.
Don't be blinded by the lies.
You can't be Spike. Spike ran away, he disapeared after our mother died. Scar fluffed out his banner, and flattened his ears to his head. Ripple stepped forward, and stuck his nose into Spike's chest, trying to decide whether it was his scent or not. Ripple snorted, and scrunched up his nose in disgust. You smell gross. Like mountains and stange cats. Ripple stepped back in dismay, his eyes widening as he tried to decode the puzzle. Scar eyed the cat in front of him who claimed to be his brother.
Should I listen to you?
Spike had an uneasy look on his face and he stiffened as his brothers stiffed his different scent. He turned to face the fae beside him, and his yellow orbs were full of sorrow and unease. I'm sorry I brought you here... He whispered to Streampaw quietly but quickly turned back to the BloodClan brutes. But he didn't know what to do or say, so he returned his gaze to the beautiful grey Streampaw for help.
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Post by Lionstar on May 14, 2009 12:40:07 GMT -5
Streampaw stared at the BloodClan cats as they approached. Her claws slid out uneasily, scraping uncomfortably against the strange, black, rock ground. She could feel her shaded gray fur rising. These cats smelled of grim and twolegs and carrion. Was this what Spike would have become like? Would he also have smelled like danger and filth if he had not gone in search of his mother? The gray tabby she-cat flinched as Ripple stuck his nose into Spike's fur and had to hold herself back from swiping her claws across his face. A flicker of indignation flared momentarily when Ripple spoke of Spike's sent. How could he insult the fresh scent of the mountains, the scent of her mate, the one she longed to simply bury her nose in as she stood in this strange place, when he smelled so horrrible himself! Streampaw ducked her head, giving her chest a few quick licks to calm herself. She twitched one ear, as if removing a fly, and then returned her gaze to the two toms. "I'm sorry I brought you here..." The whisper floated past her earfur. "Don't be," she whispered back. "It's alright." Streampaw searched for something to say, but she still didn't know why Spike had come here. Why he had wanted to return to this stinking, dangerous, horrible place. So she pressed herself softly against him and simply meowed, "How can you doubt your own brother? Of course he smells different, he's been away for a long time, searching for your mother." There was no challenge in her voice. It was soft, as she spoke of something she hoped would not upset the toms around her. It was soft, a comforting sound for pained hearts. Green orbs caught yellow. Encouragement radiated from leaf-green, passing to warm yellow. Alongside that, she seemed to say, What did you come here to do? Don't worry. I'll be right here with you."
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Post by •The Speedster• on May 14, 2009 20:03:01 GMT -5
Her comforting eyes caught his own, which were full of fear and desperation. He shuffled his paws with unease, and flicked his banner from side to side. His eyes dropped to the ground when her soft voice filled the air, as if it was the only noise on the earth, but really it was a whisper. And a shiver arose through his body as his love turned to speak to his brothers. He flung his orbs to see their reaction, knowing that they would be planning something to do against her speech.
I close my eyes What, what a beautiful sight
Ripple was taken aback by the oh-so-sweet voice of the beautiful she-cat in front of him. And although she meant to be reasoning and helpful, the brothers took it in as kissing-up to them, and seemly trying to be cute. Scar stiffled a hiss, but Ripple couldn't hold it back. Well don't you think that you can change what I think, Miss Priss. He spat the words at her, and noticed the flinch that Spike suffered from the harsh words. He turned to his brother then, Get out of here, you peice of fox-dung. He didn't spit the words out, but he deffinately sounded angry.
And I'm so tired Of having to live without you
Spike flattened his ears; he was in no mood to fight though. Scar fluffed out his chest and stood out tall. But there was no need to fluff out his tail because he was not only already huge but just standing up taller made him look invinceable and strong as hell. Spike took a step back, and latched his tail around Streampaw's arm protectively. Scar stepped closer, and closer again, his face now right up against his brother's. Back off, or you'll be carrion. He spat in his face as he spoke.
But I don't mind Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired
Spike fought the urge to wipe the spit off and run away, tail between the legs. He couldn't do that, not with Streampaw here. Not with her needing him so much. The ebony brute raised his paw slowly, acting as if he was goin to lick it, only, right at the last moment, he swiped his brother in the face. Bad idea.Both Ripple and Scar stepped forward now. But Ripple was the first to make a move. With just one move, he had Spike knocked off his feet, back on the ground, and eyes rolling in the back of his head. Silently, Spike drifted into sleep, his mind wandering, thinking of Streampaw. Is she ok? What just happened? Again. Is she ok? Is she ok? She better be ok....
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Post by Lionstar on Jul 29, 2009 13:20:08 GMT -5
"NO!" The screech filled the dank alley-way air as Spike fell to the ground. Streampaw watched as liquid gold eyes slid beneath ebony black fur, like the sun being swallowed up by the darkness of the night. She was by his side in an instant, pushing her nose into his fur, already beginning to soak in the stink of that horrid alley in twolegplace. The RiverClan cat's mind raced, trying to think of what to do. There was no way her small frame could drag Spike all the way back to the forest, and that was supposing that Scar and Ripple would even let her. But could she fight off two tom-cats on her own? She glanced at the rouges out of the corner of her eye. She quickly traced the muscles beneath their fur as she gouged her own strength. She rose to her paws, claws flexing out to scrape against the strange black rock that dominated the ground in twolegplace.
She grabbed Spike by the scruff of his neck and began dragging him past his brothers. She looked straight ahead, hardly daring to breath, senses on hyperdrive as adrenaline pumped wildly beneath her white and gray striped fur. She would give it one chance, praying to StarClan that they would let her leave. If not... Streampaw held herself back from biting into Spike's scruff too hard. Emerald fire smoldered in her eyes behind a mask of deadly calm.
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