Posts by Brightlake

Young, intelligent, friendly. All words that once could use to describe the ivory feline. Her yellow eyes glimmered like the brightest of golden rings. Her snow like pelt glistened within the sun as it warmed the medium length molly, one look from her can make many npc toms of the clan swoon.. Her long nimble legs carried her miles around the breezy moor, it's wind adding a welcoming cross through her pelt. Soft fangs flash as she made her way upon her victim. A little narrow rabbit, making it's way across the recently cooled moor. The nimble feline pounced onto the prey, silently ending the life of the small creature. Now hanging lifeless cramped tightly within her maw. Pride filled her golden irises. Turning around she made her way back into the camp.

Once entering, she took graceful steps into camp once more. Same as she did every mid day, gracefully dropping her catch among the pile before turning to take a seat among the lights of the sun. Her golden eyes moved around the camp with curiosity. A young npc gave her a mouse he had caught, after a few moments of flirting he was off again. Leaving Swan to smirk to herself, silently digging into the small animal. Her clever work led to many gift being given the mint coated feline.

Ten months, she was barely ten months when Briar asked her. He begged and pleaded, desiring so much to have a family with the milky white fold. The molly turned him down though, proclaiming quite boldly she was not ready for something so serious. Briar hadn't taken the answer well. For once in her life, she realized how truly afraid of him she was. Staring up at him with wide golden eyes, she was terrified. He was going to hurt her, wasn't he? Her mentor always hurt her when she dared now listen to his every word. She to him, was nothing more then his pet. Wasn't she? How far had she let herself fall into their abusive relationship. How long had she allowed him to use her? She felt disgusted. Was she only worth the words he had told her. Wasn't she his princess? Didn't he love her? Her fearful gaze softened into a tearful sorrow as she shook her head, turning to run off.

``Where are you going!?`` Her fear turned to level eleven when the tom's anger filled tone barreled throughout the room. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as some never before seen fire lit within her chest. Her claws sheathed defensively. Turning her eyes over upon the large brown tom with shaky gaze. His tail was whipping behind him with the speed only fed by the rage building within his body. She flattened her ivory ears with a fearful step behind her. She had no clue what to do, she tried to take an escape. He stopped her pouncing upon her small form. Tears bubbled up upon her cheeks as he pressed his weight upon her spine. His voice slipped out, sounding like a poisoned honey. ``Don't worry hun, you'll make a great mom..`` He turned to slam swans head in, once it was knocked she let out a loud call. ``HELP!`` It echoed across the territory, Filling across the land tainted with her fear and sorrow. Soon her mind began to slip into oblivion, she needed help..hopefully one would here.

bumblefoot .  

``Someone seems defensive, I heard as well from some Darkclanners paperpaw tried to murder another apprentice there.`` A voice called out behind them. Her aunt's narrow eyes dug into Paper's fur, unsure of truly explaining what had happened. An npc she had be flirting with from darkclan had alerted her to what had happened. Despite the fact they were kin, Swan felt disgusted. They were family. That means the actions of the younger cat felt a bit like her fault. Her narrow eyes stayed like daggers into her fur, how. How was someone so kind as Bumble gave birth to this satanic child before them? Annoyance filled her eyes as she tried to remain calm. Moving her glittering irises to Jasper, waiting for the reaction.

//I'll probably call her DoveFlight probably.

Her savior had arrived, hearing from somewhere near by as some shoved her attacker off of her. Tried eyes moved to her littermate panting. As her ivory fur was stained with the darkest red she had ever seen drip from her head. The tears that had stained her cheeks refused to stop, she couldn't raise up. She was too weak to move from the spot Briar had left her in. Speaking of the large tom, his eyes narrow to Bumble. But it was too late, he was caught red handed by someone not as afraid as him as his apprentice. Swan chose to the solely focused upon her beloved littermate. ``I-I..`` She was so tired, her eyes drooped softly as they faded into darkness. Her mind became empty as her body became almost lifeless before the silver tabby.

Someone had arrived behind him. A solid grey healer who stared down with widened eyes. Running over she quickly moved her herbs over to the apprentice. Moving her purple eyes to bumble, fear filled their shimmered depths. ``Bumble, help me carry her to camp..`` She ordered worried. Picking up the scruff of the fluffy milky white feline carefully, motioning the apprentice to get the other side.

//It's fine lol

The large female drags the white apprentice back into camp. By the time they had arrived the white female had slipped into the darkness around her falling into a dreamless sleep. Quickly Dove flicked an ear to Bumble fearfully. ``Ah! Get me the herbs upon the self. Top one!`` She asked quickly as she began laying the young molly into a nest rushing to work upon her bleeding body. Horse tail and cobwebs were placed upon the wounds on her head. Panic surged within the grey furred molly as she tried to stop the wounds sickly red liquid slipping out into the healer's paws.

A smile moved upon her lips as she moved her eyes to the young feline she had dubbed mary. It was cruel to think Mary herself didn't have as much men at her beck and call, even with her disability Swan planned to one day teach her every detail about how to honestly become a queen of an army of love hungry bird brains. ``It takes practice. I could show you some time.`` She calmly offered. Her shimmering golden eyes of the attractive femme moved over to the younger feline calmly.

A light hearted smile crossed the form of the young fold's maw. Her white tail curled around her paws gracefully as she moved golden eyes upon the spotted coat of the leader. She was always seemingly the opposite of her healer littermate at points, but never fully. It was still very clear she was a member of the large windclan kin that had grown for moons across the moor. ``It's what I do Jasper, It's just too easy.`` Her joking voice was calm and friendly. Her golden eyes shared the same glittering glow was light heartedness .

The milky white molly shivered at the npcs call, Golden eyes widened into the size of dinner plates as fear bubbled into her heart. Letting her ivory claws sink into the ground under her. Allowing her to compose herself before she said something out of uncontrolled rage. Sighing for a moment she rose to her paws coming up beside Bearstorm. ``Don't be an idiot. We need to be careful about this, sneak in and grab her.`` The could like feline explained moving her large fluffy tail upon his shoulder. Trying to give a slightest bit of comfort. Swan herself wouldn't mind ripping into the city cats, but she knew better then to get herself hurt. Don't work harder, work smarter.

Swan rolled her eyes for a moment before flicking her tail. Seriously, they believe someone who didn't smell like windclan did it? ``But, the cat who was Killed was Pebblepaw. Kin we had in riverclan, seeing she wants to kill all half clanners/outsiders I wouldn't be surprised if she had murdered him for the windclan blood in his veins. Further more, Sheo wouldn't of smelt like windclan when he attacked the young feline. All signs point to paper..`` As much as she hated it, the evidence didn't lie. Pebble was the most likely killer in her eyes. Her golden optics moved to Owlpaw carefully, would the young one lie and let a murderer stay among their mits. One who could honestly attack their leader with out care, so narrow minded.

Stress filled the mind of the graceful milky white feline. Making her way into the darkness of the moor. She entered into a path to lead herself to calm down with a bit of hunting. Her eyes widened at the scent of her kin. Paperpaw seemed to be in the area, she was east of her. With winds blowing in her favor, but Swan still smelt with ease. Heading over there to perhaps talk with her and apologize for making her out as a murderer. Her eyes widened a bit when she noticed Paperpaw arriving. ``Paper..?``She blinks a bit seeming quite confused.