Look me in the eye[P]

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    DarkIntentions sighed, "You just never give up do you?" she said, a hint of a smile in her eyes.


    [me too.]

    "Well that's the reason I'm not a slave right now, isn't it?" I meowed, curling my tail over my paws. "If I hadn't tried to sneak out of the slaves' den that one day, I might still be a slave. And Blazingstar would probably still be ruling over us with all of her insanity. And Blacktail and Crookedjaw would've been killed because of their deformalities...
    Well, the point is, if I did give up, I wouldn't be were I am now, would I?"

    His point was valid, so she just nodded slightly in acceptance. Wondering what to do next, she disliked talking about the clan, or the dark past, but it seems like it was the only thing they could talk about. She remained silent, deeming that it would do no good to talk Flucht's ear off anyways.

    [align=center][font=georgia]"Anyway," I said, noticing how much she seemed to dislike talking about our and our clans' past. "How have you been lately?"

    Darkintentions relaxed and just shrugged, "Well nothing bad has happened, so I'd call it a plus. I've just been tired I guess. But it's nice being home again." she said, remembering the vile city and how she had been forced to live there. Eating twoleg trash and fighting over scraps with strays.

    [align=center][font=georgia]I nodded in agreement, also glad to be home. After I had woken up from the flood, I had gotten this weird cold or something, and I barely could remember anything that had happened during that time; that's mpwhy I hadn't gotten back to the clan sooner. All I really knew was that my mind had been f***ed up during that sickness; but every now and then I got little flash backs about what had happened. It had been a long time while I was in that trance, so I had been getting quite a few flash backs. And the weirdest thing about it all was, whenever I had those flash backs, it was like I was actually in that scene. I could move around and stuff. But the bad thing was, I would actually be moving around in real life, too. So I had too be careful, or else I would probably jump right off a cliff or something like that.
    But I wasn't gonna tell her about that, or she would think I was messed up.
    So, instead, I just said,
    "Yeah, me too."


    (Plot idea!)

    (what is it?! I just love plots!)
    DarkIntentions was glad that something had conjured a real sincere smile out of Flucht. It just seemed as if he was so seriouse all the time, she was glad she had made him happy for at least a fleeting moment. "I think this clan needs a celebration Flucht, I'm so tired of everyone being sad, and mourning the past. It's time we moved forward." she said confidently. "Let's have a contest, like, a long one for the apprentices, and then at the end this big party! It'll be fun." she said, hoping his reaction would be a good one.

    [align=right][font=georgia](okay, so, since river water usually runs into cities and towns, Flutch could have been washed into the same place Dark intentions was at in that time.
    And, since Tigerblood is also a kitty pet, long story, and since Flutch probably looked like a whole different person & since Tigerblood would've looked a lot nicer and cleaner, Flutch and Dark intentions could've gotten into a fight, like in the little picture he drew, and Tigerblood came into the fight and saved her son.
    That opens a lot of doors for plots, so do to this what you will.)


    I nodded, my ember eyes lighting up like a warm and welcoming fire. "That's a great idea, Darkintentions!" I said, my smile growing a bit wider. And it might help me get over my flash backs

    So, let me make sure I get what you are saying, DarkIntentions and they had a fight without knowing that they were in actuality each other?


    Ic:
    DarkIntentions felt a certain satisfaction inside of her as she saw something spark within the depths Flucht's amber orbs. She had done that, she had caused that connection in his mind and his whole face to seem to light up like the sun cresting the horizon in the mornings. "Cool, and it'll motivate everyone, including the warriors not just the apprentices." she said, rather for a lack of words at the moment.

    DarkIntentions fell into the awkward silence, her roleplayer about to throw a chair at Tigerblood because she had so little to go off of.

    [align=center][font=georgia]His roleplayer getting the idea, Flutch suddenly feel into one of his flash backs.
    I was in a city, in a dark and damp alleyway to be exact. Rats scampered away from me and into small holes in the sides of old-torn down buildings as I began to pad down the narrow path. Then, suddenly, Darkintentions dashed in front of me, growling and snarling. I saw her lips move, but I couldn't quite make out what she was saying; but one thing I did know was she was pissed off at me, and I didn't know why.
    Then, she pounced. Gasping, I stumbled out of the way; my eyes growing wide.
    "Darkintentions!" I yelped, struggiling to get to my paws from all of the small puddles of muddy water that where around me. "Stop it! It's me, Flutch!" But, as if she didn't hear me, she just lunged at me again, aiming for my throat. I managed to duck down quick enough for her claws to slash the side of my right eye. Ouch, so that's where that scar had came from.

    (hope this isn't power-playing, but you mentioned if he moved around in his flash-backs he moved in real-life)
    Flucht looked like he was having a seizure, sudden panic filled her. She'd thought she'd lost him once all ready, she couldn't lose him again. "Flucht!" DarkIntentions had wanted to scream his name, but instead his name came out in a giant rush of air. Whispering his name, in her fear, she was all ready at his side, trying to hold him down so he'd stop moving to violently. "I can't lose you, you-re all I've got." she whispered, all most inaudibly. And it was true, sure, she had a whole family, but Flucht was the only one who could relate to her, the only one she had ever trusted wholly and completely.

    [ You can powerplay, since if you didn't things could get pretty confusing :3
    Is it okay if I powerplay a bit, too? ]


    Then, before I had any time to regain my balance from that blow, I felt her knock me down.
    "It's me, Darkintentions!" I yowled, beginning to kick my legs up wildly up at her. "Let me go, don't kill me!"

    [you can]
    DarkIntentions made a little yelp as Flucht's legs struck out at her, and she was knocked away, rolling all the way to a far tree where she stopped. She'd been hit in the gut and right in the throat, so she couldn't even scream. She was coiled up on the ground, gasping with the wind knocked out of her and a severe pain emenating through her body. But she saw that Flucht could hardly even be called conscious, even as he was shouting. Why would she want to kill him? DarkIntentions would never hurt Flucht! She stared at him, her whole body becoming numb to the pain, a certain type of hopelessness inside of her. "Flucht," she mouthed, because she was in too much pain to speak, or even whisper. "I would never hurt you, I love you Flucht." her lips moving silently. Fireworks were exploding behind her eyeballs though, her vision swam and she fought to remain consciousness, she hung on to a thin thread of light, before passing into oblivion.

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    [align=center][font=georgia]Well, inside of my flash back, a much larger and bulkier version of myself, aka my mother, had gotten her off of me, but in real life, I had. With a gasp, I looked up to see a vision of my mother blocking Darkintentions from attacking me.
    "Mother....?" I whispered, before she disappeared in a whirl of brown and white. Then, I was back into reality.
    I saw that Darkintentions was lying on the ground a few feet away from me,, saying;
    "I love you."
    My eyes wide, I got took my paws and went over to her. "Y-You love me?" he asked, looking down at her and holding a paw out to help her up.

    DarkIntentions was long gone though, she breathed shallowly, no, she was not dead. But floating in a limbo between two worlds, one of memories and one a pit of forgotten things. She did not stir, her eyes did not flutter open, she just lay there, coiled up on the ground, dark bruises could be seen where the breeze parted her fur on her belly and throat where Flucht had hit her. And she was completely obliviouse to anything in the outside world in her pain-induced black-out.

    [align=center][font=georgia]When I noticed she was not moving, I put my paw down, staring at her.
    "D-Darkintentions?" I asked softly, bending my head down and giving her a gentle shove with my muzzle. When she did not respond, I brought my head back up and looked down at her, tears weeling up in the corners of my amber eyes, the tears putting out the once strong fire that burned so brightly in my amber eyes.
    "Darkintentions, please!" I cried, my tears streaming down my cheeks, landing on her body. "Don't die! I couldn't have killed you!" I sniffed, burring my face into her flank. "Your the only cat I have left, I'm begging you! Please....p-please..."

    DarkIntentions just lay there, inert. The tears splashing onto her fur and begining to soak into it. In her mind, as each tear fell and splashed onto her body, a spark of light enveloped her vision. And soon she could see things, in little flashes. And this was no longer a dream. There was a cat there, a red tabby, and then there was a kit. I little hollow-eyed tom, he was too tiny to be more than a few days old. Standing apart from the tabby, "She's-" the voice cut off as the light faded, and as the next tear hit her mind lit up again, except the hollow eyed kit was right infront of her, the red tabby just staring at DarkIntentions. "Coming b-" the voice faded with the light again. -ack for" darkness, and then light. "You." And the light faded, and the darkness seemed to fade as well until it was so black that even the word dark couldn't describe it. So black that DarkIntentions was terrified, and suddenly knew that she was going to die. But cutting through the curtain of certain death, came a voice, calling her name, and some other nonsense she couldn't make out. A voice that was vaugly familiar.


    In reality, DarkIntentions' eyelids fluttered, but remained closed, her breath caught and she exhaled as if trying to say something. Allmost as if she was whispering several words. "I'm coming!" DarkIntentions screamed, running through the blackness of her mind towards Flucht. And there was the kit, the hollow-eyed kit. And suddenly DarkIntentions knew who is was, Fadedkit, the kit her mother had killed. "She's coming for you!" the kit screamed at her, it's face twisted in fury. "HELP ME!!!" she screamed as she ran towards the voice.


    "Help me..." she breathed in reality, her voice but a whisper.