Here I go again on my own -- private

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    Far from Windclan, the ruddy brown female found herself sitting. Gray eyes scanning the land for trouble. She was somewhere she had been in her kit hood. But that was 15 long moons ago. Here, as she was now, was new and granular all at once. She had to hate her old memories. Her siblings all dead. Her mom dead. Her step mothers, dead. Shaking her head, she hissed softly. She was far to old to live I the past.


    Curled about her, in a tight circle thattouchedher allte way around, was Tiku. Her pet king cobra. A snake that was 17 feet long. He was as old as her now. So undertow years. He was massive and had stopped growing. Thankfully. "Tiku, do you think I will ever be truly loved?" A soft hiss in reply as the snake lifted it's head. He had not opened his hood, as he was not threatened. "Oh I know you love me." The snake nodded and lay his head down.


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    A little ways from the border where a lethargic female and her massive killer snake sat and pondered, there was something of a similar occurrence on the outer edge of where the clan of his origin was hosted by a leader and deputy. A sigh blew out his breath into the air, hotter than the chilling autumn that was swiftly approaching now that summer had decided to end. Paws squished into the slight mud that had tainted the usually dry ground as a light bengal tom made his way around the scents of separation from where he now lived, and from where he had lived. He watched as his breath curled around the molecules of air, forming indescribable shapes and pictures that couldn't be depicted off of the top of one's head, even at the peak of imagination.


    Stiff as a board as he tried to bend his knees in order to walk in a comfortable manner, Writtenpaw scanned the distance. His ears, nearly frozen at the tips, were flattened onto his temples like paper on rock as he was able to spot something, a someone or two lurking on the opposite side from where he was standing. Breaking the ice of chill he began to quicken his pace so as to make his way over to this silhouette barely visible on the now gathering fog. Being social as he was, Writtenpaw found it an imperative duty that he at least introduce himself to this femme of sudden appearance.


    "Hello?" He called out, his voice echoing through the distance. "Anyone there?"

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    Tiku startled and stunned, lifted his head to reveal his full hood. The 17 feet long coal was fighting to stay warm as it was. "Relax Tiku," she mews softly. Her fur was naturally thick so cold didn't bother her. Instead, she was rather cozy here. "Yes. Hello. I am Gunshower of Windclan," she replied out of respect for Skyclan and custom. The female turned her gaze onto the apprentice. He seemed nice. Kinda reminded her of Skies. Shaking away the image of her hairless and long missing mate, she smile at him.


    "Don't mind te monster snake. He is harmless in this weather. And I give him his orders." She decide to add as she didn't want another attack on her beloved pet.


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    Writtenpaw was unable to hold back a grin as it built its way along his jaw as she spoke. "Don't worry about it,"He told her, stepping a tad closer. This newfound confidence at not being injured by her snake pet had let out opportunities of possibly making a friend from another clan. "I couldn't hurt anything even if I wanted to."Joking about his own lack of strength and combat skill, he sat down in a drier section of the terrain. "It's nice to meet you, Gunshower of Windclan. Oh, and Tiku, of course." Even if it didn't understand him, the charismatic tom didn't think it would be polite to leave anyone out of an introduction. "My name is Writtenpaw of Skyclan." He glanced over his shoulder, images of the rivers and fish flashing in his memory. And of his sister, who was still stuck there. He often thought about her. Was she a warrior now, or still an apprentice?


    "But I used to be a part of Riverclan. My sister still lives there."

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    "Riverclan? Really? I lived their. I'm a mix of clans actually. My mother was Thunderclan and I was born there. As for my fater, he is Gunslinger. Born, raised, and now deputy of Riverclan. He took all of my family to Riverclan. I became a warrior there but.." Catching herself, she lowered her ears a bit. Seeming at and unsure of herself.


    A soft hiss of greeting was followed by a hood closing. Tiku rubbed his head on her shoulder and she smiled. "Tiku says hi." She adds with a soft purr.


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    Her expression was changing, moving around. Shock, understanding, realization, sullen. What was really going on with her? Was she all right? Did something happen in her last to turn her memories of her previous clan into something rotten? But then she changed the subject, and it was as if all previous emotion was forgotten, gone with the wind or something of the sort. "Hello, Tiku!" He purred, eyes shifting into crescent as he smiled. It was a trait he was known for, having moon eyes.


    But he still watched her, a bit puzzled. Should he ask about her past, or leave it alone? Girls were so complicated. There was never a right answer with them. If he asked her, she could get emotional and angry at him for.digging up old memories. If he left it alone, she could be offended and think he was ignorant or stupid or something. What to do, what to do?


    He decided to go for it. What's the worst that could happen? She hate him for life and never talk to him again? Okay, maybe, but this was a chance Writtenpaw was willing to take in order to make sure she was okay, and to uphold his reputation of being nice. "Are you okay? Did...did something happen in your past?"

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    The question was asked and she blinked. Wantin to hide her past from herself, but not able to. "Cryptclan, or the insignia now, took over our clan. I had just became a warrior. I had just had twin daughters Streamkit and Capitalkit. The canables ate many members. Some where kits, not much older than mine. I had to chose between my daughters and Riverclan. I chose my girls. Siding with Cryptclan to save them. At the same time, I tricked their leader into trusting me and helped trap him inside the den. Riverclan hated me after that. Still do I'm sure."


    A shudder escaped her as she looked at him. Would he hate her too? She could hardly handle it. Oh it hurt thinking about being hated again.


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    Writtenpaw stepped closer, his eyes full of sympathy. Maybe she wouldn't like what he was about to do. Maybe she would hate him for it, at the extremes. Maybe she would claw him or hiss at him, or send her snake on him to wipe him out for doing this. But he didn't care. He sat down right next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close as if to cradle her. "It's okay. You did what you had to." He smiled, his eyes full of understanding. "My sister means more to me than anyone. And if I was put in a situation where I had to choose between her and Skyclan, I would choose her, no questions asked." He looked at her for a moment, and eventually smiled again.

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    Gunshower was startled when he stepped closer to her. His eyes full of, was that sympathy? That was what it was. He seemed to understand. She didn't back away. She was trying to fight back all her long dormant emotions. He seemed so nice and she had only revealed her past once before. To her mate before he left.


    Because she didn't react, Tiku didn't react. He just watched him cautiously. Then he sat down next to her. A paw going about her shoulders. She surrendered and let her head lean into his chest. "You mean that don't you? You understand."


    The smile and the understanding in his eyes answered that for her. He was very understanding. "I believe you."


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    He had to stop himself from grinning wider as she rested her head against his chest, letting her just sit there and release her emotions for a second. It was a good catharsis, what they were doing. She could let out her emotion and he could be a shoulder to lean on. Yes, he believed her. But why would she want to betray her clan? Surely she wouldn't desire to in the first place, or she would have ages ago. She was trying to protect her children, and that was completely okay with Writtenpaw. He would have done the same.


    He barely even glanced at the snake as it watched him, probably a little wary at this new guy entering the picture and practically hugging it's friend. Understandable, of course. "You okay now?" The begal tom inquired, his voice soft as not wanting to startle her in her state of relaxation.

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    Gun felt at ease for once. That was weird for her. Could she be losing herself again? Or better yet, was that flame returned to her soul? She was glad he hadn't been like the others. That he hadn't hissed and swatted at her with dagger like claws.


    They had mauled her, left her for dead. She had made it to Windclan and Benedict had saved her life. He had carried her to camp without a second thought. Even knowing her story he deputy hadn't cared. He was the reason she had loyalty to Windclan. The reason she had a clan at all.


    This tom made her feel like she had back as an apprentice. Back when she had met Undetectedskies, an apprentice himself then.how could se actually be this trusting and open again? She had to be losing her mind.


    Tiku made a low hiss to the pair. Not aggressive or threatening. Almost kind and concerned. He was worried about her, and he knew that Writtenpaw cared.


    "Yeah. Thanks, I don't have break downs normally. And no Tiku. I'm not going crazy."


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    [font=georgia][If pictures told a thousand words, then eyes told a million. And with her having two eyes, they told a whole story. He could see pain, anguish, regret, and hesitation. She must have had such a hard past. How was she taking this, accepting comfort and caring again? Was trust even possible with her? Having had a pretty okay life compared to what she had gone through, Writtenpaw couldn't even begin to comprehend what she had gone through, or compare his small miseries.


    He and his sister, Celestialpaw, were born in Riverclan, the only two in their litter to two warriors. Upon being born they deposited the kits in the nursery and the two were raised by multiple queens who took them in a week at a time until they could eat, at which point they were left alone to get themselves their own nourishment. Having no idea what their names were, the kits named themselves. Writtenpaw, being fascinated by writing and notebooks, himself keeping a journal, had called himself Writtenkit. And his tiny sister had wanted to call herself Prettykit. But her brother had laughed and shook his head, giving her the name of Celestialkit. It just seemed to fit.


    Months later, as apprentices, Writtenpaw found friends among the sweet apprentices of Skyclan, who cared more for him than any cat in his old clan apart from Celestialpaw. He had told her about this and wanting to leave, but she refused as loyalty tied her to Riverclan. So, they parted ways and he hadn't seen her since. He missed her desperately every day.


    "Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked sweetly, pushing aside his own selfish thoughts./font]

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    She could tell he was reading her like a book. Her eyes held no secrets and she knew it. He could see it. Everything she daughter so hard to hide. All her pain and anguish. Hesitation and worse of all, regrets.


    Her past was haunting her eyes. Haunting her. To be honest, it felt good. It felt, weird as well. She felt herself learning to trust again. It was a good feeling. She wanted to be understood and cared for. Yet she was afraid of being hurt again.


    Gun wanted to know his story as well. He seemed lucky and happy. Maybe he had a good life. Oh she hoped it would be just that. Her past was not so great. No, it was bad. Her parents had not been in love and her siblings were an accident.


    Born in Thunderclan, she didn't have a father until Gunslinger showed up. Collecting all of them and her mother. Her mother died on the way to Riverclan. Once the made it, they found out about half siblings Gunslinger had raised it enraged her.


    Then her family fell apart.. Most were dead.


    She became a traitor with her brother. He had wanted to protect her kits as well. Her father had disowned him. "What? No no. Thank you for asking though."


    //So, I have an excuse for him to go to Riverclan if you want. News can reach him of Gunshower's mauling and he can come see her if you want that link. I think him showing up could bring them together as a dating relationship.


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    Ooc: Yeah, sure!


    I have no muse right now xD if you want me to post on this thread again it'll have to be later. Homework has depleted me of all muse.

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1795770.new#new
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