Posts by silentsoul

That would be good, as soon as I finish with yours =] Can I pm you when I want it locked? Thanks! And here's your first poem...hope it's okay, I didn't do too well on it =[

Loyalty is hard to prove, when your blood is said to be bad,
It's hard to imagine I have bad blood, when I never had.
Though my close family may not be the same,
For my brother's turned killing into a dark game.
As I am seen as a monster due to his cycling act,
And noone seems to ever see the true fact.
I am a brave warrior, my brother I deeply hate,
This truth should be known by all, I should not have to debate.
He has made his own choices, and I have made mine,
And if you still try to condemn me, you have crossed the line.
Though now it seems you are changing, and seeing my true side,
My heart baring bravery, strength, and loyalty, as I never shall hide.
Icebreak saw the omen, "Do not fear the kin of blood"
Saying I am innocent, for I do not cause pools of red to flood.
I pray to Starclan for guidance, as my next task is prepared,
As I must do I deed, I would never have truly dared.
I must kill my brother Thrashstar, the traitor and the fiend,
All those things they now call him, those things he must be deemed.
I pray for security, as I enter the field of battle,
And the whole forest, my victory shall rattle.
For my brother's mad reign shall end,
And forever more, I shall be seen as a friend.
My loyalty shall be proven in my kin's final hour,
As I shall end his life, take away his great power.
Never again shall Thrashstar unrightly rule
Though I hate to see it this way, my brother made a fool...

Some may think I'm insane,
Others think I enjoy the pain,
As I speak of my love for him.
They say my heart simply grows dim.
Thrasherstar. Yes, he is my love,
Though he is not an innocent dove.
But sometimes our hearts choose their own way,
No matter what we believe nor what we say.
Yes I love a tom, who has one large thrill,
The taste of blood, the thirst for the kill.
We met by accident, he helped save me,
And led me to a life where I was free.
I simply overlooked his tedious work,
Or how in the shadows, he seemed to lurk.
My eyes must have been blind,
For a reason to leave I could not find.
I followed him until the very end.
Followed my killer, my unlikely friend.
I helped with his job,
never wincing or beholding a sob,
As we lied, killed, and stole,
But lately I have a guilt deep in my soul.
I was taken prisoner, back at my old home,
Only getting to live, though I can not roam.
I carry his kits, along with sorrow,
Hoping I'll see him, perhaps ever tomorrow.
But the skies carry night, the impending gloom,
As the flowers never seem to bloom.
My life feels empty, meaningless,
everything's chruned into a large mess.
I have one role left, and one alone,
To bring these kits to life, where they'll here my motherly tone.
Though I carry great guilt, I am unsure where to turn,
For deep inside, my heart only seems to burn.
I am Lunarchill, two destinies I seek,
As I achieve neither, and simply grow weak...

Esmeralda's ears twitched as Holocaust came and went, but she was too tired to think of who the cat was. she turned, watching Shay, and playfully batted at his ears.

ooc: I am not sure actually, since I did not create it, but I'd say it is ^^

ooc: Alright will do, and to D.ev, we will pick up when she returns

bic: Vixen slowly entered the kitroom, after he nice hunt with Pompeii. she padded over to her sleeping kits, deciding not to disturb them, as she padded over to the curtains, gazing out the window..

I'm glad you guys like them! I just wanted to put some writing to work, since I never have before ^^

Vixen turned, her ears flattening. "Marrow, listen, I'm just really not looking for a tom right now.." She mewed, trailing off.

Frollo came bounding over, awoken from his nap, as he saw the older she-cat talking to the kits. He grinned up to her, his dark grey tail wisking around him. "Hi!" He mewed.

Sorrowsong spun, facing the newcomer. Before she could even speak, he was on her, pinning her down. Her strange handicap caused her face to show no emotion, like it was frozen, but inside she was screaming with terror. No..not again. she could not bare this again...

She struggled wildly, until she squirmed free of his grasp, facing him, hissing out madly. all claws unsheathed. "You aren't going to have any fun with me you piece of fox dung!" she spat.

Frollo turned to the other kit, one he had never met. "I'm good" He mewed with a grin. He bowed a little in greetings. "May I ask your name?" He mewed.

ooc: oh sorry xD

bic: Esmeralda recoiled slowly, not meaning to hurt her sibling. She quickly turned and squirmed up next to her mother, suckling again.

ooc: Sorrowsong shall be having kits in a week or less, then she can take Rainkit in, if you are still interested then.

Frollo nodded. "I apologize, I haven't been able to learn everyone's names yet, my memory isn't one of my talents" He mewed with a half smile, hoping to lighten the moment. "Wanna play?"

Tokoto lay on the ground, breathing heavily as blood dripped down his muzzle from where she had given the final blow. He turned his gaze up to them, feeling weakless and completely under their control. Though inside he was still a wild spirit, just thrown in a cage and malnurished. He was unsure if this spirit would ever return to its old self, or if...he had been broken in. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on what the two were talking about, but found it hard to concentrate. He simply placed his muzzle between his paws, continuing his breathing.

Frollo grinned. "Alright you're it!" He mewed, tagging her and sprinting off through the room. The darkness did prove it more difficult, but he tried to play anyway, it added something to the game.

Sorrowsong hissed out. This tom just thought he could have her, could /own/ her. No. She would never forget how Myriad had done this to her, how she later gave birth to her first kits, all identical to him, all dieing within the first few hours. The pain was unbearable, as it was now as his teeth dug into her fur. "STOP!" she cried, clawing out wildly, trying in one last attempt to free herself. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why did he have to torture her like this?

Let me know if you come across anymore servals, I'd be deeply interested! Thanks Groovy!

ooc: Alright, thanks for letting me know =]

bic: Frollo hid behind a curtain, a wide grin across his face, for perhaps she wouldn't be able to find him at all. But he quietly shuffled his paws in anticipation, due to the fact that he became blinded form hiding behind the curtain, and he could not see where she was. He took a step out, but recoiled quickly back inside, a ruffle being sent up the curtain with his jerky movements, though it was subtle.

Frollo remained behind the curtain, his ears perked and listening intently for her soft footsteps. He finally grew anxious, weary of waiting, and poked his head out again, squinting his eyes until he saw her fur in the darkness, as he pulled it back again. He sat with his tail out though, causing one mistake...it hung out in view, sticking out from the curtain, for he hadn't bothered to wrap it around himself..He would be an easy target just for that..

ooc: So in our other thread, is she just going to let Tokoto be a training dummy? I just wanted to know for sure ;)

Tokoto's broken gaze flickered up from the ground, to the smaller tom. He was almost too weak to speak, but he managed to give half a smile, feeling like he was not alone, for one cat, perhaps more, felt some sort of pity for him. Perhaps they too sought freedom like he did. Only they had the advantage, for they had not tasted freedom, so the yearning was not as developed and complex. He refused to make eye contact with Columbine or Pompeii, for he knew what was coming. His life was over. He had lost, and had sentenced himself to live in Hellclan...

Frollo's ears perked again as Hexshift spoke, her voice seeming to carry concern. He exited the curtain, his head tilted to the side in curiousity. "What's going on?" He questioned softly.