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  • to the starts, I will fly ((open)) to see my baby become a butterfly

    I felt emotional so im writing this
    So he was accepted after his odd appearance. He was resurrected, and his memories showed nothing but a quick flame and waking up. Winterpaw. That was his name. He just felt in his soul... but his body and mind were telling him 'Dude, your fourteen moons old, time to get a name like one'. But of course his new home was becoming a tribe, and he wanted a more tribal name. Maybe nothing like 'Cougar who pounces at midnight', possibly his old name. By his old name, he meant his spiritual name: Katta. Katta was who spoke to him when he slept, reminding him everything would be okay. He still remembered the dream of the beautiful cat who talked to him kindly, and listened to his words. Katta said that he was a part of Winterpaw, a part of his soul. He barely showed any info of Rose.. Who was the beautiful cat he loved in his dreams. He knew she was real.. they both were beautiful cats, one with pale yellow eyes the other with olives.


    Emotions were always stinging his chest as he fought and hunted for his new home. Katta would remind him, The fire in one's eyes determine how they will show anger in the fight, but the preservation of one's heart could carry them through the battle and all of the next ones. And Rose, who he began to sometimes think she was just a figment of his imagination, but always shook the thought away, would smile and shake her head back. A dream is as real as a story, turning pages and suspense... but the suspense only begins when you open and close your eyes, and dream. You can't stop yourself from writing your own dreams, and you can't stop from believing them.


    This only led him to believe she was just a dream. Was he really going insane? And why was the name Patrick stuck in his head? Why why why. Why say why and question your existence when you have a warm home, nice prey, and friends? By friends, Rose and Katta were all Winterpaw had. When he opened his eyes, he was faced with the real world and fading voices, and angry, emotional ones - real ones - filled his mind. But when his yellow optics shut, Katta would smile and tell him stories while Rose licked his ear and listened to his sadness. Why? Why was he so sad... So, so shut off? If he was feeling lonely he should have gone and made friends already! But when he was beginning this thought, a flashback took place in his mind.


    It was him and Rose... Lying in a nest, Winterpaw staring into space. He was begging for his mommy. He would never do such a thing! But then Nightmare appeared... the chocolate tabby who haunted his first moments of unknown resurrection. Her scary face, blood dripping down her neck, and yellow fangs, grinning at him. "Join Mommy...." She whispered in a deep, scary voice. It shook him of his thoughts of trying to find friends.


    But that was awhile ago. Nightmare turned out to be a cat named Amberheart. His mother. He couldn't be related to some sort of nightmare, could he? He appeared out of no where on a homemade raft, ashes clinging to his pelt. He was rehabilitated now. he could make friends now. He said goodbye to Katta and Rose, and took off.


    Awkwardly, he sat in camp and waved his tail slightly. Wouldn't friends just magically appeared if you wanted to? But didn't Nightmare appeared too?

  • to the starts, I will fly ((open)) to see my baby become a butterfly

    "Ah, I think I remember you when I joined. You seem a lot calmer than I remember. Maybe I caught you on a good day," Winterpaw smiled, realizing immediately he wanted a tribal name. "I decided to change my name. You can call me Winter That Brings Cold Immortality... or, uh, Winter." He thought of on the spot, then heard a voice in the back of his head.It looks like she has your eyes, Katta! But when curiosity hit him the hardest, it disappeared. He looked over back to Kodachrome, Camera That Captures Moments. He smiled lightly, for some odd reason. "Your blind, aren't you?" He asked a bit quietly, then oddly, to his knowledge, blurted out, "I remember when you were a baby and would wiggle around like it was no tomorrow.." That actually made him sort of jump back. Katta, the fucck dude? "I'm sorry, it seems I might just be saying the craziest of all things today."


    [Jano is meant to give the feels to others. Jano is Captain monstercat remixes! Hail to the feel dubstepper!]

  • step over the cracks one by one ---RETURNING

    Winterpaw had several nightmares. He couldn't sleep. He didn't need to, eventually. He got used to napping when the sun came out, but that became his new sleeping schedule. But he couldn't get used to being called 'Winter'. His memory had came back fine and he finally remembered his past: His evil mother, and Rose. Rose was... the light at the end of the tunnel. Every nightmare, every dark night, a spiritual form of Rose appeared in his mind. After he got his memory back, of Amberheart, Witheredrose, everything... everything in his mind disappeared.
    Though the trip was long, he managed to get back to the camp of RiverClan, unsure of what to say. Hey, I'm Winter, I'm sixteen moons old but I spent the last seven either dead or with a tribe?? Gah. He sniffed at the border once more, a strong scent of water. Perfect. "Excuse me-? I have returned, my name is Winter...P..Paw. Hello?" The alabaster tom asked, patiently waiting for a response.

  • step over the cracks one by one ---RETURNING

    Winter looked over to Vividpaw - his daughter. One of his beautiful daughters. Since he got back his memory, he watched the sight, the horrific sight, of their birthing. "Well if I'm not mistaken lil' lady," Winter said, walking over to her with a western accent. "I just might be yo' dear old dad." He smiled, and looked back to Witheredpaw. "She uh... is mine, right?"

  • disco inferno // open

    "I can't play, but I'll be like the referee. And count the points and stuff for you guys." Winter asked, smiling seeing wren the kittens and everyone playing together. Moons ago he was a baby, now he was a resurrected tribal cat who had returned to his home just to find out nearly all his children are dead and one has one eye. Fabulous.