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Illidel • cat • silver tabby • no kill/cripple • no powers • hard

Allowing herself a slight smirk, Illidel turned her head a little to sink her teeth into his shoulder, pushing her claws down against him. What with Stormfur being such a massive feline, she expected this was barely even a temporary hindrance to him. But, it was a start and hopefully it would lead to further victories...but she shouldn't get too confident. The snow leopard shook himself, loosening her grip in his fur, but with a fresh wave of determination, Illidel clung furiously to his thick pelt. Oh, she would fall off soon enough, but she intended to make this opportunity last. Little kittypet, huh...she took a moment to regain her breath, nervous and on edge in preparation for the moment when she lost her hold. That would be a problem, because if he swung her too hard, Illidel had no doubt that she would at least skid across to the far end of the room. Perhaps it would be better to let go before that happened.

Swiping viciously at his muzzle, she leapt back from Stormfur and landed squarely on the ground a few tail-lengths away. Licking her maw a little nervously, she waited.
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[justify]The carousel ended before Moth had truly had enough of it, and she stumbled off the platform with lights still dancing in her eyes, and the feel of breathy wind against her fur. Once would be enough for now, though, since there was still so much to explore; so much she had yet to try and see. Looking up into the sky, she shut her eyes for one moment to recall the sense of simply happiness she had enjoyed minutes before. Then she blinked at the towering Ferris Wheel, contemplating. She liked heights; had liked heights from the time she was born. Turning slowly with a sluggishness like the intrepid giant it was, the Ferris Wheel seemed terribly intriguing, and it wasn't long before Moth began the brief journey towards it.

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Ashleigh was my best friend in primary school. Is still my best friend, even to this day, but I can’t say that we share the same kind of mutual understanding we once did. I’m in University this year, working towards my Bachelor of Fine Arts degree; training to be a Primary School teacher. She’s off in urban Melbourne, chasing a writing career and leaving behind all her bitter memories back in Brisbane. I’ve never been up to Brisbane, but her parents have come down before. They’re pretty nice people, I guess.

So. What happened, I guess, was to be expected; I’m assuming it was building up for quite a while, I just didn’t notice it. Her family had been doing pretty badly for a while, and it showed up in school because she was pretty down about it all. Sometimes she would confide in me, spending lunchtimes that would have been better spent studying for exams in the library, talking about the whole family situation – her father got cut from the manufacturing industry, and he was unemployed and always either silent and sullen, or short-tempered and taking out his anger on the family. Her mother was a little afraid, she told me; she would sit in the kitchen with hands clasped until 6 when Ashleigh got home from school, having entirely forgotten to cook dinner. Her younger brother was getting a little stressed about everything that was happening, and she’d find him knocking on her door near dawn, a little tearful and more than a bit irritated.

“It’s all so messed up,” she told me one lunchtime, running her fingers across the back of my hand and avoiding my eyes. “I don’t know what to do anymore, because I can’t cook and I need to study; I just really don’t need this kind of thing to happen now. Of all times.”

This went on for a while; five weeks, maybe? But we were halfway through second term when she suddenly didn’t come to school. So, okay, I thought she was sick, but when I texted her and then called her afterwards, she wouldn’t answer. Ashleigh missed school for a whole week, and the pile of homework I had held onto for her was growing. Finally, when she came back on Tuesday, she was silent and tired and entirely unwilling to talk. It seemed her father was in hospital now, dealing with official depression, and her mother was there day and night watching out for him in case of self-harm. He hadn’t done anything as of yet, but Ashleigh was scared; more terrified than I had seen her in a while.

We spent the rest of the year exchanging few words, and she breezed through her exams like nothing but wouldn’t tell me her score. I get the feeling it could have been a high one, but I’ll never know, because a few days into the summer holidays she rang me to tell me that she was moving to Melbourne.

“I have to get away from everything, okay? Dad’s pretty much better now, and I got the offer for studying some hands-on journalism in Melbourne ages ago; it would be madness not to accept. So I’m calling you to say bye, and thanks, too.”

“It’s not like you’re leaving forever, Ash, why are you talking like that?”

The phone crackled between us as the silence stretched on, and she finally answered, “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated? How? What do you mean?”

“See, I was staying back to finish exams because Dad wanted me to. I had enough proof of experience to have moved straight to Melbourne before VCE, but he made me stay. Now he’s pretty much okay, so I’m moving out – renting a place and cutting off communication for a while. Don’t want it to keep me from moving forwards, see.”

“What about Will? He’s only in grade 6.”

“Will’s going to be okay. I’ve already told him.”

Then she hung up, and I sat there for minutes, listening to the beeping and shocked and hurt. What did she mean, cutting off communication? She’s trying to start again? Bit late for that, isn’t it? Most of all, I felt bad for Will; her brother was so…young, how would he deal with it?

Regardless of my doubts on the matter, the next time I saw Ashleigh was at the airport, trying to extricate herself from her mother’s tearful embrace. When she saw me, she gave me the first smile she had managed in ages, and waved with almost a cheerful air. Now that I think about it, she was just ready to give up and start all over, forget about all that had happened. You can’t really blame her.

It’s been two months since she went to Melbourne. I hope she’s doing well.
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Illidel • cat • silver tabby • no kill/cripple • no powers • hard

Illidel spat in annoyance, arching her back and fluffing up her fur. "Oh yeah? And how can you be so sure? If you died today, then you wouldn't even have the chance to compare."
It was a rather lame taunt in comparison to Stormfur's, but she didn't really care. Her annoyance was finally out of her system, and now she could focus more attention on the battle. It irked her that he wasn't down yet, though, and it took grim acknowledgement to face the fact that he was a pretty formidable opponent.
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Stooping dismally across the tops of the overgrown grass, Moth eyed the Ferris Wheel carriage. It seemed sturdy enough, for a small cat like her, but it was only a seat and a flimsy floor. If she missed the jump, she would land flat on her face, but she was willing to risk it. But then...how would she get off it? Uncertainly, she padded towards the small glass-windowed Twoleg building close by, blinking nervously at the massive red joystick that stuck out at an odd angle out of the desk. Great StarClan, what have I to lose?

She slammed her paw down against the stick, wincing a little at the impact, but more absorbed now by the sluggish rotation that was taking place. The carriage that had been resting against the grass a moment before was now making a slow, steady journey upwards, while the carriage behind it was nearing the ground. So that was the secret of it! Moth could feel distinct nerves pressing against her stomach now; it was so high, after all. But she had come so far, and there was no reason not to.
Taking a deep breath, she pelted out of the Twoleg den and launched herself towards the carriage, forepaws outstretched with a hint of flickering doubt still remaining. Not that it mattered now. Her paws hit the hard plastic seat, and she pressed herself against the backrest. She had done it.

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Illidel • cat • silver tabby • no kill/cripple • no powers • hard

Confused, Illidel blinked at him. Was he scared? No, that wasn't it; perhaps it was just surprise that she had held out for this long. Well, he had better get used to it fast or he'd be dead before he knew it. She was frustrated, being in no position to taunt unless she had the upper hand; which she arguably had, but it wasn't quite secure. I'm such a miser. What is the problem? He's taunting me so I get to taunt back. Problem?
"Well, you're not invincible and neither am I. Don't you think there's gonna be an end result some time?" Illidel scraped her claw against the ground, testing the sharpness and reassuring herself that she was in prime condition. "Get with the game, mouse-brain, or you're gonna be dead before you know it."
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My condolences to Sky :(
(I'm sorry I didn't see your message until later)
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Illidel • cat • silver tabby • no kill/cripple • no powers • hard

Ho, things were getting heated. Both sides were getting impatient, and Illidel was almost glad when the leopard leapt towards her, beginning the supposed final battle. Things would end sooner or later, and if she didn't play this right, she very likely would wind up dead. Stormfur was stronger than her, with an obvious size advantage; his speed wasn't to be underestimated, and he was in no way lacking in cunning. Illidel considered sidestepping his attack, but it would be no big feat for him to just stick out a paw to push her inwards. Of course, the she-cat had rather a vague idea of what she wanted to try, but...oh, StarClan, it would be hard to pull off...
Watching Stormfur's midair journey towards her, Illidel almost stepped back for a moment. She must be mad. But no, she took two small steps into a running start and leapt straight up towards him. If they collided, there would be no prizes for guessing who would be in more trouble. So, being the slippery fighter she was, the feline would have to find a way past him.
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Illidel • cat • silver tabby • no kill/cripple • no powers • hard

[Nice fancy :)]
Now that she had gathered the courage to leap, Illidel was having second thoughts about what she could do. In the split second before the feline had time to realise it, Stormfur's face was looming right up against her and it took a panicked jerk of her head to avoid clashing head-on with him. With oerhapse more than a stroke of luck, Illidel managed to slide past the leopard. Suddenly, everything was horribly uncoordinated; the she-cat had lost all control of the direction she had started in, and things were going a little awry. StarClan willing, she might land on her feet, but what was the good in that if Stormfur would just do the same? All that would have happened was a switch in positions. Acting on impulse, Illidel gave a violent kick from her hind legs, reassured when they made contact and pushing back as hard as she could. The ground rose up to meet her and she landed in a screeching tumble of fur and confusion.

[justify]So many animals were here now, most of them feline; Moth wondered if she could gather up the courage to talk to them. Perhaps not. With the creaking grumble of metal beneath her, she leaned cautiously against the rail of the Ferris Wheel, biting back an involuntary gasp at the sights below. Still so far from the top, Moth stared at the lights of Twolegplace blinking up at her, such wondrous hues of crimson, gold and violet; so many Twolegs. How bizarre. She had never really comprehended the immensity of the world until now, in this brief moment captured in time and space; truly, the feline was seeing everything as though for the first time, her first taste of the scale of all that she had yet to imagine.

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[Sorry I'm so late !]

Huffing nervously in the still air, Sparrowflight bounded through the forest, hopeful now that she could see definite light through the thinning trees. It had been a mouse-brained idea to go out hunting in the morning when it had been obvious for days that Flintstar would be making an announcement. Oh, how late she was; this could not be a good example for Clearpaw - some early in their mentor-apprentice relationship and Sparrowflight was already making dismal mistakes. Not to mention, the she-cat hadn't caught anything either; definitely not a good morning.

With a faint gasp of relief, she slowed down and slipped unobtrusively into camp, fur a little ruffled from the run back. Pausing a moment to catch her breath, Sparrowflight blinked nervously around for her apprentice, and the leader as well. There were signs of a brief meeting having taken place, and her heart sank as she realised she must have missed whatever important announcement Flintstar had made. After a few moments of searching, she found the small apprentice engrossed in conversation with her fellow apprentices. Smiling a little, Sparrowflight padded towards them, just a little bit nervous at the prospect of maintaining a good impression on Clearpaw - what if by some mouse-brained mistake she lost the respect of her own apprentice? But she liked the young cat, and couldn't help wanting to speak to her.
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Illidel • cat • silver tabby • no kill/cripple • no powers • hard

[Sorry for the late reply :)]
Spinning around to face the leopard, Illidel spat at Stormfur and pulled her lips back in a snarl. "Might I add to this pleasant conversation, kittypet, that the same goes for you? I know you want to say those two words; but I won't." The she-cat cocked her head smilingly, spitting out her words with venomous excitement. This fight was warming up, and there was nothing better than a competent opponent with both their lives on the line.
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username. ShiningHeart123
screen name. rain••
activity level. 6-7/10
literacy level. advanced

my cat.
name. Flicker
age. 27 moons
gender. she-cat
rank. warrior
rank desired. warrior

[img width=510 height=408]http://www.hear2heal.com/image…DANCER%20Gray%20Tabby.jpg[/img]

eye color. olive greenish-gold
pelt color. Silver tabby
overall appearance [ min. of 3 sentences ]
Sometimes easily ignored, Flicker's pelt is a stark white with alternating stripes of silver; sometimes almost resembling a kind of flitting ghost in semi-darkness, where her pale fur dims to a kind of smoky silhouette. She has a short pelt and a long, lashing tail tipped with gray that helps her keep immaculate balance; her body is well-balanced, suited to running and much less so battle. Flicker's muzzle is pure white, contrasting with the green of her eyes - changing from dark to light almost imperceptibly with her mood.

personality. [ min. of 4 sentences ]
Named primarily for her personality, Flicker is unpredictable and rarely there when you need her. She is largely an introvert, not overly attached to other feline matters, and more likely to be of assistance when it benefits her. Easily angered and frustrated, she is also sensitive and passionate - though she likes to distance herself from other cats in case she gets hurt in the end. Most certainly not a lover of large crowds, gatherings and meetings usually find her sitting in a tree; not necessarily uninterested - quite the contrary, actually - but wary of too many felines gathered together.

Flicker is hard to get close to, hard to like and usually difficult to talk to. She doesn't always like to be alone, though, the way that she almost always is, which complicates things a little. At the very core of her character, she is too soft-hearted to kill; too kind to watch others suffer, and too insecure to let others near her. If you're brave enough to try, though, one might just find a much sweeter cat inside.

history. [ min. of 4 sentences ]
There is not much she can remember, being a past that Flicker does not like to relive. But the vague details of her history are that she was born quite a distance away from where she is now, to a pair of cats quite devoted to each other and herself. Flicker can't exactly remember why, but one night her parents had a horrific argument in which her father left to cool down outside, and did not come back. Not long after, a sister not two months younger than her was born, and the threesome were generally quite happy together. At a full-moon gathering a few moons later, a scuffle between two clans broke out, turning into a massive dispute with countless minor fights and later a battle on a large scale. But during the gathering, with everyone riled up and others panicking, she lost her sister in the crowd and was swept away to an unfamiliar part of another clan's territory. The clan thought Flicker was a trespasser and chased her off, but she kept running out of fear and hopelessness.

Several moons later, wandering by clan territory as a rogue, Flicker finally found her sister and they moved around aimlessly for a little while before finding Mossclan.

kin. a sister, Marikon.

crush. open
mate. none yet
kits. none yet

other.
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With an unconscious effort, Sparrowflight lifted her head and listened for a moment to the sounds of morning. She longed to be out there now, amidst the birdsong and rustling leaves; maybe climb a tree or two and see what more there was out there, that had changed since yesterday. Perhaps, if Clearpaw was up for it, she would take the young cat hunting; maybe some tree-climbing practice, though that was more of a selfish idea. Or, they could do some impromptu patrolling, an excuse to walk between the flickering shade of the trees, and tune into the minute noises of animals all around.

Excited now by the prospect of a new day, Sparrowflight turned back to Clearpaw and smiled again. There was no doubt it would be a nice day, she supposed, and the she-cat wondered what her apprentice thought personally on the matter. Oh, she would ask, soon enough.[/justify]

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Illidel • cat • silver tabby • no kill/cripple • no powers • hard

[Pfff me too...zero inspiration]
"Oh? I don't know about you, but I'm already thinking of what to do for your burial. Just how many felines would come, d'you think?" Illidel took a step back, anticipation and a little spot of nerves stirred together in the glitter of her eyes. "Come at me, puss, and we'll see what you've got." She gave her pelt a quick lick, unsheathed her claws, and grinned. Losing wasn't a problem so much as surrendering; it was a coward's way out. It was still to be seen if Stormfur harboured the same kind of nobility.

[Oh, and by the way, I don't mind losing the battle if you want to plan the outcome in advance, coz otherwise I don't really know what to do with her at the moment ^-^]
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It was a terrifying moment for Listmaker, standing nervously at the border of supposed Blackheart territory. This was the first time in at least two cycles of greenleaf, that the she-cat had made an attempt at settling down; more than that, though, were the horrific stories that cats she had met on her travels told of the infamous Blackheart Rogues. So why was she here?

There were a few reasons for that, one of them being that her brother had died a few moons ago from a pro-clan attack, so she wanted to join an anti-clan and perhaps one day take revenge. Another one, was the fact that Listmaker herself was not the kind of cat she always seemed; an innate love for danger was probably a prime force driving her now. There were more reasons, of course, but they didn't matter. It wasn't as though she planned to tell anyone, so there was no use trying to remember them.

A decent sized kind of cat, there was nothing remotely menacing about her appearance. List had a short, largely brown pelt, dotted with splashes of ginger and a kind of mahogany; her eyes were amber, but a lighter gold in the sunlight. She had a long, lashing tail; it rather explained her aptitude for climbing trees and balancing. Having groomed the night before, too, the she-cat hoped no one would judge her - either for being too eager, or too dangerous. She also hoped that her darker personality wouldn't show today.

Peering into the distance, List wondered if she should make some kind of announcement. But then, maybe not; it could come off as a bit arrogant. Scratching at the ground nervously with one claw, she hoped that someone would come soon.
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Surprised, Sparrowflight blinked at her apprentice curiously. "Of course I'm not tired, silly," she smiled teasingly, laying her tail gently across Clearpaw's flank. "I don't have any specific plans, but I was thinking we could go tree-climbing or maybe hunting? We could take a walk, if you like, and do some patrolling along the way. What do you think?" Despite having been apprenticed a little later than was to be expected, Clearpaw's hunting wasp already verging on extraordinary. Perhaps it was because of her lack of sight - her hearing had to be greatly improved to compensate, hence making her all the more accurate in pinpointing prey and detecting their scents. Maybe, if Sparrowflight could find another mentor with the same ideas in mind, it would be a old idea to do some battle training. Well, it was up to Clearpaw; today, she could decide.
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Ah, there was another cat. List shifted nervously; first impressions were important. She smiled tentatively at the other cat, who had introduced herself as Munibara. Well, the feline seemed nice enough. "Um, hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Listmaker, and I'm hoping to join the Blackheart Rogues. Is...that okay?" it would be mortifying if she had gotten the directions wrong; List had a feeling the tom she passed on the way had given her the wrong directions; she hoped it was only a thought based on nerves. Oh, and was that little speech too formal...? Would Munibara think she was too old-fashioned? List wrapped her tail uncomfortably around her paws. Maybe she was better off as a lone traveller - conversation completely stressed her out.
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"Oh! Is that all?" List blinked doubtfully, but did as he asked anyway. "My loyalty lies with the Blackheart Rogues." Well, that was simple enough. Deciding it was probably better to come off as polite and agreeable, List added a light "thank you", and wondered if this was when she was supposed to walk away calmly. They seem to come and go as they like, if you were to compare them to normal clans, so.... she lifted her head; well, as one of them now, she would do the same. As she padded away, List hoped she would meet more, friendly cats like Munibara among the Blackhearts. Well, maybe. That had yet to be seen.
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