Posts by brackenpelt

Hoyt finished off the fish and threw it to the side with a sigh. Now what? She looked down into the water, observing a few minnows. It was so hot in here. The water wasn't even overly cold. "Can I go in?" she mewed to Jazmine. It just seemed much better than sitting by the edge boiling to death.

((OOC: I'm sorry, but I'm so confused. Could you give me a quick rundown on the families here, please?))

She had always enjoyed a summer night. When a warm breeze would stir through the trees, breaking the silence of night. The stars always twinkled brighter with the warm weather, too - or so it seemed. She would just sit down and gaze at the sky, letting her mind wander wherever it may please. Oh, and there was plenty to think about; that is what she used to think. The fact that her mother had never actually loved her. She had always been the one in the shadows, never to make much of herself. But it was all her mother's fault. That is where all the blame had ever gone. Whatever happened in her life, Columbine was the one to blame.

But what now? Same old sob story, just different reasons. Her kits were gone. Lost forever. Her only love was dead. This had been going on for so long, was it even worth her grief? That awful feeling in her stomach had been going on so long. She hadn't eaten more than left over scraps. Her once beautiful dilute tortie pelt was now matted and dirty. Depression.

Her steps were off, stumbling over rocks or pits without a care. It was like living in a haze. Hiroshima continued walking... onward... onward. It was her never ending journey. She had promised herself that as long as she was living she would search for her kits. Then, the she-cat halted. Her gaze lifted from the ground and she looked straight ahead. This was it. Why live any longer? There was nothing to live for.

A heartbraking, painful yowl pierced the night air. She was well aware of her surroundings. This was Clan territory. Someone would find her, and then she would attack. Hiroshima knew she had no fight left in her body. They would kill her... and she would finally be at peace.

((OOC: Thanks!))

Hoyt gave a thankful nod before dipping her front paws into the water. Her stomach curled at the texture of the water. There was something about it she didn't really like, but at the same time it was refreshing. The rest of her body slipped in quickly, and she gave a brief purr. "Someone should come in too," she mentioned, not wanting to be alone.

The hair bristled on her back in an uneven fashion due to the matting. Her claws unsheathed automatically as her back arched in a defensive position. She spat on the ground and a growl rumbled in her throat. All of this from a rustle in the darkness. She was ready to leap at the oncomer. This was it... one... two.. thr-

What?! Hiroshima stumbled backwards, falling down from weakness. Did he just say her name? No, that mumbling idiot couldn't have done that. She was finally hallucinating. Wow, was she really this far gone? "I always knew Clan cats were stupid, but you're just a flat out moron," she hissed, struggling to stand back up.

((OOC: Oh crap, sorry. I was thinking hot from being underground and the sun beating down or something like that. *headdesk* ))

"Ah, alright," she murmured. Hoyt lifted her front paw from the water, watching as tiny water droplets fell. They left a funny ring in the liquid as they made contact. It entertained the young female for a few seconds before it became boring. Feeling rather cool, she stepped out of the stream onto the bank.

Maybe she wasn't hallucinating. He was just crazy, or mentally disabled. You didn't see that too often. Unfortunately, she had seen many more crazy characters than disabled. Either way, it didn't matter. He was a Clan cat, and he would defend his territory.

She stepped away from him with a hiss. "Get up you gutless waste of life," she taunted, sending a blow towards his head. Come on... do something.

The blue tabby sighed and rolled onto her back, batting at the air. Oh, she wanted to do something so badly. Hoyt did a complete roll-over and faced Dragon. She giggled and crept toward the tom. Pure instinct drove her far-from-professional stance. The she-cat aimed a pounce towards him, even though she had given him plenty of time to see her.

This would be my luck. She entered dangerous territory for what... some retard Clan cat to come along and crawl into a defenseless ball? It's like StarClan wanted her to suffer. Hadn't she gone through enough in her life time? No, she wasn't giving up. Hiroshima prodded the tom in the side. "Look, I won't hurt you any more if you just do me a favor..." she swallowed. "... just kill me."

The she-cat looked down at his paw, then stared back at him. There was something about him... something she couldn't understand. Why was this dude being so nice to her? He had to be crazy. Hiroshima wanted to beat him - make him fight back, but she just couldn't. Why? Back in the Elite she wouldn't have blinked before lunging at anyone. She was finally giving up. Her body was too weak to take on a proper battle anyways.

The dilute tortie backed away from him and turned around, trying her hardest to hold back growing tears. She laid down slowly, burying her head in her paws. The lump in her throat ached, and thoughts of the night Emberblaze died flooded through her mind. It was just like this. A starry night where she was all alone in the world. It didn't take long before her body was shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

Hiroshima looked up at him as he spoke, trying her best to control her labored breathing. She knew her appearance was a wreck, and she smelled awful, and she had been terribly mean to him. Why in the world would he be still be here? "Wha-at is your name?" she mewed in the shaky voice one gets while crying.

At least he could say his own name...

The she-cat moved her head away after she realized what he was doing. She couldn't tell if he was coming onto her or just being friendly. Either way, she didn't want to give him the wrong impression. "I-I'm sure you're trying to be nice or whatever, but if you're not... I mean if you like, like me or something weird. I mean, I don't know. You probably don't."

Oh jeez. That was graceful. In her defense, she hadn't talked to anyone in such a long time. And she had never had any male try to make contact with her since Emberblaze died. "It's just awkward. I have - had - a mate. Not that it matters... cause I'm just being all weird."

The she-cat sighed, pushing herself to her feet. The rocking of her body made her feal uneasy for a moment, and she took a few seconds to become steady. Giving a shaky sigh, she turned to the mentally disabled tom. "Come on," she mewed, taking a few steps deeper into his territory.

For once, a plan was forming in her mind. This Raintrench guy could take her into the camp as prisoner. Clans did that, right? She would find someone to finish her off; it would be easy. If she started a quick fight it would be over in no time.

Hoyt gave a playful growl, going to grab him lightly around his scruff. Her goal was to pin him down in the process, but her weight was hardly enough to guarantee success.

Who was this guy? One of those StarClan believers who frowned upon suicide? She gave a hiss of aggravation. It was like some type of sick fate that she ran into him. "You idiot what don't you understand? I have nothing to live for. I want to die. Who are you to determine if I live or not? You should want me to die you're a Clan cat," she hissed. This invalid was more messed up than she had thought.

She smiled down at him and giggled, "Now what?" She had him pinned, yet she had no idea what to do with him next.

Was this guy dropped on his head as a kit? Hiroshima impatiently flexed her claws. "What is your problem?" she snarled. She wondered if he was capable of communicating at all. There had to be some way he could get his point across.

((OOC: Hah, we need more rpers... or we need to do something to spice it up a bit.))

The she-cat continued wrestling with him, moving this way and that.

Alright, he was obviously trying to show her something. He had been mewling like a kitten for quite a while, so maybe she could start with that. "Something about a kit?" she tried. StarClan, she felt stupid. As if she were playing a game with a kit.

Tired of fighting back, she gave in to his struggles. She went a tad more defenseless, giving him the opportunity to flip her over.

Ju... Ju... What did that sound like? Then he touched her stomach. And kits? Her face was a picture of contusion and thought. "Two kits?" she questioned. What... did he have kits that died out something? Suicidal kits?