Posts by Obsidiankit

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[align=center][glow=#dddbcf,1,000]In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant, they say...

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #dddbcf; text-align: left;][size=11pt]OOC: Akako, I believe you spelled it wrong Let me try: #tccontestjuly

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“It does get better,” Collidedskies said outloud, and briefly, Refle felt as if something had snapped inside her. Would it get better? Would it truly?

There was nothing useful to do now but lie low and wait. Wait for Obi to make his decision, to confirm that he would keep silent, to promise that everything would go back to normal. Then... then she would be fine.

Shifting her orange eyes, Refle noticed a small black form glaring at them from the nursery. She was just about to speak up when Collidedskies took action and padded over to the kit, striking a conversation. Searching her mind for name, she concluded that this was Acidkit, one of the few who often sat and observed instead of fighting messily with their siblings.

A smile played on her muzzle for reasons unfathomable, even to Reflectionpaw. Perhaps the sight of warriors conversing with kits had allowed her to relax, or perhaps it was simply the fact that she was considerably more cheerful than before. She could get used to this, really, just talking and listening instead of wreaking havoc.[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#dddbcf,1,000]"Come with your arms raised high!" Well, they're never gonna get me.[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=#dddbcf,1,000]In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant, they say...

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #dddbcf; text-align: left;][size=11pt]OOC: That’s alright, Sky. Anyway, have fun at camp!

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Abyssalfur’s sudden halt brought Reflectionpaw to a stop as well, and she whirled around to see what had caught the warrior’s attention. A strange smell whafted across her nose then, and it was not difficult to tell that this distraction was indeed, a rogue.

What was a rogue doing here? Normally, rogues and loners knew to stay off marked territory, and Thunderclan was definitely territorial ground. Eying the she cat warily, Refle opened her mouth to call out an offer for her to leave in peace. Abyssalfur had beat her to it, though.

On one hand, she would love to tear this rogue to pieces. Not long ago, Frigidstar had ordered a patrol to rid the territory of rogues, loners, kittypets and all the likes, but this one must not have lingered around for long. A hard-headed feline she was, and Refle wouldn’t hesitate to put a few scars on her flank to make sure she never returned.

However, this time she pushed her fighter’s instincts to the side and took on a look of curiosity instead. The rogue didn’t seem too harmful, and... Was she trying to warn them about something? Perhaps the paths ahead held an inevitable danger, and she wanted to keep them from harm?

But, no, why would a simple rogue do so? It was unreasonable, at the least, and also highly suspicious. Perhaps the ravine held a hidden treasure, and the rogue was guarding it?

No, those were all highly unlikely possibilities...[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#dddbcf,1,000]"Come with your arms raised high!" Well, they're never gonna get me.[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=black,2,000]The town bishop is an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist

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IC:
“Bonjourno!”

Hm? What a strange greeting. Letterkit shifted his position, detaching himself from his father to get a better look at the newcomer. From his peculiar way of saying ‘hello’ (or at least, Letty thought the word meant ‘hello’), Letterkit had expected to see a foreign stranger with a look of enigma. What he saw, instead, was a disappointment.

It wasn’t the feline himself that was a disappointment, but simply the look on his face. He was smiling broadly and seemed to be unnecessarily friendly, just like the rest of Boneclan. Letty had hoped for someone different, someone intriguing, someone that perhaps he could even play around with. This kit, though... he didn’t seem to be worth the special attention.

And thus, the cream-colored tom gave his denmate a nod of the head and a simple “Hello,” before returning his attention to Ace.[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=black,2,000][color=#9fd416]Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your f.cking life[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=#dddbcf,1,000]In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant, they say...

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #dddbcf; text-align: left;][size=11pt]Startled by Collidedskies’ call, Reflectionpaw jerked out of her semi-reverie and turned her amber orbs his direction. He had offered a listening ear, but... to what? The young warrior certainly couldn’t know, and she doubted the problem would be solved that way.

In the space of a few seconds, Refle played back the memories in her mind. She had been traveling with her father, listening to him tell one of the tales in his endless supply of stories. He told her that she had once belonged to a clan, that she had had a brother, a mother. It was him who had taken her from the place she previously dwelled and thrown her into a tornado of adventure and tragedy and loss and revenge. She hadn’t believed him. After all, she was a kit, and this was simply a fairytale with her as the starring protagonist.

Her father had died, though, not long afterwards. They had been caught on clan territory, and during his last moments he poured out his life story to her, her who had gotten mad at him because it wasn’t a fairytale, because everything was crashing down around her. She was taken captive into a clan she barely remembered the name of, then.

Ultimately, Refle had escaped with a view to find her family. Was it an accident that had brought her to Thunderclan? There, it was not difficult to realize that her mother had perished after the clan found out her sins, leaving behind her anonymous brother. At least, he was anonymous to her.

And then she found him.

The secret had died, only to be revived once more.

Head aching, Reflectionpaw shook away the disturbing thoughts. One day, she would face up to them and chase them away, but now... Plastering yet another grin on her face, she rose to her paws and headed over to Collidedskies. “It’s okay,” she told him, “I’m... fine.”[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#dddbcf,1,000]"Come with your arms raised high!" Well, they're never gonna get me.[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=#f4670b,1,000]There's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #f4670b; text-align: left;][size=11pt]OOC: Non-hps are allowed to participate, correct?

IC:
Having just returned from a successful hunting mission, Astuziapaw dropped off her prey at the freshkill pile and turned to survey the camp clearing. Strangely enough, there were several cats gathered in the middle of camp, heads in as if they were discussing something important. Rookfeather seemed to be at the center of attention, saying something about trenches and bridges, and Astuziapaw soon concluded that this must be some kind of... clan renovation.

Whatever the discussion was about, she certainly wouldn’t miss out on it.

Thus, the young apprentice padded up beside Artisticpaw, one of her den-mates. “Did I hear something about... building a bridge? Maybe I could help you.”[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#f4670b,1,000]In a land of make believe that don't believe in me...[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=#f4670b,1,000]There's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #f4670b; text-align: left;][size=11pt]What...?

There were strange noises in the den, painful and heart-wrenching, not much different than the strangled gasps of a feline who was slowly losing his life. The whimpers were like the melody of a broken record, shaky and discontinuous, rising and falling to an invisible rhythm. After a minute of struggling to decipher the sound and failing, Astuziapaw pushed herself upright. Apparently, she wasn’t getting any more sleep that night, no matter how much she needed to rest after a long day of battle training and rebuilding the campground.

Slightly irritable, she swung her head in the direction of the unsettling whimpers. Upon locating the source, the young apprentice was struck by surprise. Just a few nests away was an apprentice, unrecognizable in the dark, twitching and dealing out pitiful whines.

Getting to her paws – was he feeling alright? – the Somali feline approached the nest and prodded a paw into his side. “Hey. Hey, wake up.”[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#f4670b,1,000]In a land of make believe that don't believe in me...[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=black,2,000]The town bishop is an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #f9e493; text-align: left;][size=11pt]OOC: Hey again. It’s Letty, from the other post

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After his father’s visit, Letterkit had decided to escape from the nursery. Perhaps outside, cats wouldn’t be all smiles and laughs anymore, perhaps they would revert to their normal selves. Was it an unsaid rule that everyone had to act like they were cheerful and airheaded when they were in the presence of kits? If so... he hated that rule. Happiness... happiness was fake.

N-Not that Letty didn’t feel happiness, of course. Happiness was fine, but an overdose of giggles and love wasn’t. Who could feel happy at any given time of day? Surely, there was something that brought out the monstrosity hidden within every single cat of Boneclan. But if there was... no one had found it yet.

Ah, he was overthinking again. Always dwelling on unnecessary things, struggling to figure out the latest prank to play on his father and the newest, modified version of a way to get on cats’ nerves. The queens had told him that he thought too much, that he ought to be out there play-fighting instead, but... what was the fun in pretending to rip each other apart?

It was then that Letty spotted another kit sitting by the entrance. It was Feliciano, the kit who had greeted him strangely, the one with the ever-present grin on his face. Not bothering with troublesome conversation openings, Letterkit launched right into his question with a sour look on his face. “Why do you smile all the time? Doesn’t it get tiring after a while?”[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=black,2,000][color=#9fd416]Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your f.cking life[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=#f4670b,1,000]There's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #f4670b; text-align: left;][size=11pt]Astuziapaw listened intently to Rookfeather’s instructions, giving a nod every now and then. Digging a trench, huh? That sounded like hard work, but with everyone pitching in to help, it could turn out to be quite fun.

Turning to Pyrepaw, she said, “Perhaps we should dig the trench a few fox lengths from the border of the camp, right about...” Bounding over to an empty spot, Astuziapaw patted the ground with her paw. “... here.”[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#f4670b,1,000]In a land of make believe that don't believe in me...[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=#dddbcf,1,000]In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant, they say...

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #dddbcf; text-align: left;][size=11pt]Hollypaw’s offer sounded quite tempting, but... “I’d love to, but I’ve just returned from morning patrol. Perhaps we could train together another time.” This was as much of a refusal as a dismissal. It was true that Refle wanted to go train with her den-mate, but she suspected she would be worn out by the time the session was only half over. At this time of day, Reflectionpaw preferred to stay in camp and relax a bit before joining a hunting patrol later on in the afternoon.

She expected that Hollypaw would leave to go train, and then she herself would be on her hunt, and they would never see each other again. It wasn’t too unlikely that they would have their warrior ceremony at the same time, but she doubted that their companionship would grow beyond short conversations and snippets of greetings.

Another cat was there at the fresh kill pile, plucking feathers off a bird, and Refle managed to give her a small smile before slipping back into a half-conscious state of mind, mulling over her father’s dying words and her brother’s skeptism, hardly giving any attention to Redpaw’s return. She wasn’t truly on earth anymore, but up the clouds, eyes closed in brief relaxation.[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#dddbcf,1,000]"Come with your arms raised high!" Well, they're never gonna get me.[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=#dddbcf,1,000]In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant, they say...

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #dddbcf; text-align: left;][size=11pt]A rogue who cared about their well-beings? What a surprise... Was it a deliberate trick on the rogue’s part, warning them about their destination and then claiming it for herself once they chose another path? Rogues and loners would never hesitate to do that, she knew, as they could always flee when a patrol came back for them.

But perhaps this feline actually had good intentions. What she was hoping to gain from cautioning them, Refle wasn’t sure, but she didn’t seem the kind to immerse in trickery and foul play. Lifepreserver didn’t seem to be in attacking mode, and though Abyssalfur seemed to be uneasy, Reflectionpaw agreed with the former’s choice of action. They had to get more information before deciding whether to dispose of this cat or not.

Ignoring the she-cat’s mockery, she launched into her question. “Do you mean... the ravine? What could be so dangerous about it?”[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#dddbcf,1,000]"Come with your arms raised high!" Well, they're never gonna get me.[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=#dddbcf,1,000]In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant, they say...

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #dddbcf; text-align: left;][size=11pt]Collidedskies’s sister, hm?

As the warrior introduced her to Auburnhawk, Reflectionpaw gave the she-cat a grin and a “How do you do?” It was great to make friends this way, getting to know more cats in the clan through companions that one already had. From the look in Collided’s eyes, she could tell that the warrior was unexplanably happy to see his sister. The bond between siblings was something she hadn’t had the chance to experience, but she doubted it mattered. Just sitting here, bathed in the warmth of friendliness and kinship... It made her feel as if she could be as content as all the rest.

Giving Scotchfur a glance, Reflectionpaw was surprised to see the warrior gaping at Auburnhawk as if he was in the presence of an angel. A small chuckle slipped her from her maw, but she quickly covered it up with a cough. This new change of events could turn out to be rather... intersting.[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#dddbcf,1,000]"Come with your arms raised high!" Well, they're never gonna get me.[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=black,2,000]The town bishop is an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #f9e493; text-align: left;][size=11pt]A new cat approached them, ‘Boytoy’, he was called. Letty mused on this name, thinking that it seemed to be rather peculiar, though the owner of the name could hardly be called normal, either. Boytoy was now prodding at a curl on Feliciano’s head... A curl? Where had that come from?

[dead muse... I’m sorry][/size][/fancypost]

[glow=black,2,000][color=#9fd416]Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your f.cking life[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=#f4670b,1,000]There's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #f4670b; text-align: left;][size=11pt]The tom looked up at her, eyes wildly searching her features before relaxing into a state of semi-calmness. Realizing that she had most likely startled him, Astuziapaw softened her voice until it was nothing more than a fragile whisper. After all, there were other cats still sleeping, too.

“Hey, calm down. Are you alright?” she asked, leaning down to get a better look at him. The only thing she could make out was the silhouette of his flank and the glow of his eyes, but she suspected that this was one of the apprentices that she hadn’t been properly introduced to yet.

The apprentice must have had one hell of a nightmare, if he had been thrashing and whimpering so pitifully. She doubted he wanted to go back to sleep, when sleep would only present him with more malevolent shadows. “Perhaps you’d like to go outside for a minute,” she suggested, voice full of concern. Astuziapaw had never been the best at comforting others... In fact, she tended to make things worse, most of the time. But if this was what he needed, then so be it. She would try her best to rid him of the dark abyss.[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=#f4670b,1,000]In a land of make believe that don't believe in me...[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=black,1,000]Take everything from the inside, and throw it all away.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: black; text-align: left;][size=11pt]Before Skotos came along, she had been lost, torn in half, miserable. All through her apprenticehood, she was a monstrosity, picking fights with anyone who got on her nerves. It hadn’t been her, really... It was the monster her parents had created. Semipaw had been an innocent, naive dreamer. Those dreams of hers had been her walls of protection, only letting her tread foot on the paths that were guaranteed to brighten her young mind. And then her parents came along, firing missiles at those walls until they came shattering down. They invaded her mind, conjuring up another Semipaw, one that would do their bidding, no questions asked.

They lived together for a while, those two conflicting parts of her mind. She had wanted to be free, to rid herself of the burden, to erase one redundant point of view and stick to her nature. But which one was her, and which one was the imposter? The good side of her had made its appearance first, but that didn’t necessarily mean that it was the real one. Perhaps she was never meant to feel those opposing emotions. Perhaps one was supposed to be stronger from the beginning. But... which one?

Her whole life had been based on her fragile emotions and mental vulnerability. She had been taken advantage of and then shunned for the sins that her parents had committed. She had never meant anything to them, her father and mother, only an unimportant pawn in their game of chess. But now? Now, she had made it to the enemy’s side, thrown away her weak masquerade, and changed into something stealthier, wiser, stronger... something better.

At first, after her parents’ deaths, she had thought that the endless battle had finally been won. They had been the enemy, and without them, she was free to hide away behind the walls of protection once more. But, no. Those walls had been broken beyond repair, and Semiflame couldn’t be saved. The only direction left for her was down, down into the abyss of darkness and betrayal and destruction. She found another enemy to fight: Her clan and the cats she had known all her life. They hadn’t directly meddled in the game between malevolence and benevolence, but they played a large role, all the same. When Semiflame had needed them the most, they turned away from her. The warriors praised her parents for having raised such a strong daughter and the apprentices mocked her for being so unstable and depressed. They laughed at her, treating her as if she was nothing more than entertainment, as if she wasn’t alive, as if she wasn’t aware of their tauntings and mockery. And so, upon meeting Skotos, her goal was clear: Revenge.

There were still two parts of her mind, but one was much stronger now. It wasn’t hard to guess which.

At that moment, Semiflame was perched on a tree branch. She had been on her way to meet an agent of the Pride of Tenebris, but had settled down for a rest as she still had plenty of time to reach her destination. Coming up with a lie for the clan had been easy. Since Thunderclan’s recent battle with Shadowclan, the leader had sent out some warriors to renew the borders and chase out any strangers within the territory. All she had done was volunteer to check out the Thunderclan side, and the leader had let her go without any suspicions. It was easy, too easy.

While resting, a movement caught her eye. From across the border, she could see a squirrel suddenly squeak and leap to the side. Following directly after it was an agile hunter who ended the rodent’s life with a simple bite. When he straightened up, Semiflame took the opportunity to study him further – If he was a Thunderclan warrior, it wouldn’t hurt to observe his hunting tactics, perhaps even eavesdrop on his conversation with the rest of the patrol.

After a few minutes, there were still no signs of a patrol and the tom himself had sat down to enjoy his meal. So he wasn’t a Thunderclanner, but an intruding loner. How interesting... Thunderclan cats would soon catch him and throw him out if he didn’t move his rump, and it would prove to be a great way for her to gauge his reaction and decided whether he was worthy of recruitment. The feline seemed a bit on the scrawny side, but his catch had been an impressive one and there was a look of determination in his eyes, and—

Oh, gosh. He was staring directly at her now, saying something that she couldn’t hear. Semiflame made an attempt to move, but as soon as her paws touched the ground, a wave of vertigo crashed over her. Tumbling backwards in a daze, she let out a hiss of pain. What... what was he doing to her?[/size][/fancypost]

[glow=black,1,000]’Cause I swear for the last time: I won’t trust myself with you.[/glow]

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[align=center][glow=black,1,000]Don’t wanna reach for me, do you?
I mean nothing to you.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 15px garamond; color: #f6b73c; text-align: left;][size=11pt]While Amberkit had raced ahead of him and his father, Tremorkit remained at Owlfeather’s heels. He wasn’t exactly keeping up, though. He would take a few steps and then pause, stick his nose into a bundle of moss, and take a deep breath, or linger at a strange-looking plant. Outside of camp, everything seemed greener, fresher, newer, better. Adrenaline rushed in his veins, giving him extra energy and vibrance.

A strange animal – a mouse, he guessed – suddenly shot out of a bush and practically trampled over his paws. Giving a yelp, Tremorkit instantly lurched forward, paws outstretched. The young tom wasn’t trying to catch prey, really, but simply having fun by chasing everything that moved. And this furry mouse made a very interesting target.

That in mind, Tremorkit scrambled over his father’s paws and raced after the rodent. It quickly ducked into the brambles, and though Tremor had managed to latch his claws onto the tail, it easily slipped out of his grasp and disappeared. [/size][/fancypost]

[glow=black,1,000][color=#681da7]...The little things give you away...[/glow]