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    Who wants to be right as rain?
    It's better when something is wrong.

    Truth. Lies?
    How do you tell apart?


    Dawnbreeze padded through the forest, her mind a buzz of images, voices. Memories.
    What has happened? What has not?
    The she-cat let out a frustrated yowl, clawing the bark of a tree clean off. Her green eyes flashed in manic anger. The calm warrior was not usually like this, but those scars of that incident kept opening.


    She collapsed to the ground, her eyes brimming with tears. The world spun before her. They teased her. The pictures of the past. Those dark grey eyes. The confusion. The lies. Or maybe they were really true.


    Lies of lies. Truth in lies. Lying truths. Truths that are lies.


    Truthful lies.


    The warrior let out an agonized scream, flailing in terror of things only she could see, she could hear.


    And eventually she stopped.
    Those visions faded, leaving only a fearful, trembling tortoiseshell she-cat on the ground. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes squeezed tight against another wave of tormenting thoughts.


    Dawnbreeze managed to roll over on her stomach, bloated with kits. She staggered to her feet only to lean, weak-kneed against a nearby tree.


    Nobody knew of these fits. She was too afraid of being kicked out. Called mentally ill.
    Prematurely pushed into the Elder's Den.


    Being exiled.


    Her kits taken away.


    She would never let that happen.

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    Dovechaser ran. as fast as she could. Running from what? Nobody knows. She jumped up a tree and off again. Then stopped. She saw Dawnbreeze laying near a tree. She gently asked "Dawnbreeze? Are you ok?"

    She leapt in terror, hissing, her sharp white teeth glinting the the sunlight. She recognized the cat.


    "Oh," she forced a casual meow, but her voice broke. "It's you. Um, Dovechaser, right?"
    She took a quick breath and tried to calm her shaking limbs without success.

    Dovechaser started toward her then said "I was hunting and saw you. Are you alright?"

    Dovechaser noticed the tree with all the bark clawed of it. "You know I would never let them take your kits."

    "Because I would hate to experience pain like you would if that were to happen." she said.

    Dawnbreeze met her gaze for a moment before collapsing on the ground, sobbing quietly.
    "It happened a while ago," her voice was barely a whisper.

    "It's ok dawnbreeze." Dovechaser laid down beside her but kept her ears open for any sigh of approaching cats.

    "There were some crazy cats..." she breathed. She looked up to meet Dovechaser's eyes. "But...I can't...I feel like someone's about to pop in on us any time." Her tail lashed anxiously and she stood up.

    Dawnbreeze reflexively drew out her claws, baring her teeth.


    "Who goes there?" she yowled ferociously.

    A small racoon comes into the picture. Dovechaser hissed and drew her claws.


    Occ: This is dovechaser

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Swiftpool ().

    ooc: Oh, thanks. That's a pretty kitty. :)
    Dawny is obviously the avatar, since this is a subaccount.


    ic: Dawnbreeze backed up, tail lashing as she crouched down. Running through all of them moves she had learned over time, she decided on one and leapt.


    She landed square on his back, long claws digging deeply into the raccoon's flesh. It shrieked in agony, rolling over. The she-cat predicted the roll and let go, taking advantage of the open belly as she slashed a long, jagged row of claws.


    The beast was unusually larger than other of its kind, and the first attack only dented its composure. It hissed, eyes flashing as it bowled down at the other cat.


    "Dovechaser!" Dawnbreeze yowled helplessly, for she knew she wouldn't be able to get there on time.

    Dovechaser jumped the racoon and raked it's belly with her claws. The raccoon let out a small squeal as she bit it's neck. Then it lay there limp.

    "Very." Said Dovechaser, who was still standing there in shock.

    "Fine. Are you?" she said still jittery about the racoon.