[justify]At the sight of the lumbering bear, Libertyflight held back a sigh of relief. Thank Starclan- facing a wolf was nearly impossible. "Attack the wolf!" she yelled in bear, rolling away from the snapping jaws. Instead the dilute torbie aimed to rake sharp claws down Fest's flank. No one messed with her family.
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[justify]Libertyflight padded over wearily, tail dragging behind her. Starclan, raising kits was hard. She had no clue how her mother did it along with running a clan. She raised a nonexistent eyebrow at the weasel, not fazed by the appearance of a non cat. "What's your name?" she asked in fluent weasel. [/justify]
[justify]Libertyflight perked up at the thought of returning home- she loved her moorland home. However, a ghost of a frown rested on her maw. Ten kittens- she couldn't carry them by herself. And she certainly wouldn't let just anyone carry her kittens. Maternal instincts ruled out that option immediately.
"I'll need help carrying my kittens."[/justify]
[justify]Considering her current gifts, she would have to go with cats she could trust but didn't know. At least she would be able to tell if someone had bad intentions for her kittens. Bellpaw and Glasspaw she didn't know- but both seemed honest and like they just wanted to help. She nodded her head to the two. Foreverpaw, she definitely trusted, and she assumed that went without saying.
Ignitedkit, son of the late Sierraverse, looked up at his adoptive mother on the Rolling Stone. When Mockingkit asked Gravelstar to carry her, the cream tabby shrunk down. If the leader helped her, who would carry him?
[ D: libertyflight has like ten kits /shot ][/justify]
[justify]"It's okay Vec," Libertyflight murmured to her kitten, wrapping her tail around the tom. Confusion and unhappiness rolled off of him in waves. "It will be fine," she whispered to the tortie tom. Knowing her son, she'd probably have to carry him.
She turned to face Glasspaw, gratitude in her features. "Could you carry Victorialkit?" she asked, gesturing for her son to come closer.
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The brown tabby with white came over with an easy smile. "Hu'lo!" the young kitten meowed, speech slurred. He had just started to speak, and was still learning to pronounce his words. [/justify]
[ vectorkit is adorable <3333 ]
Librtyflight remembered Greenflower; they had went on a rescue patrol together - and came back empty handed- and the she-cat was active around Windclan. "I'd appreciate it if you could carry Royalekit," she meowed gratefully.
[justify]She was taking a quick trip ahead, before Windclan relocated back to their home. Considering her young kittens would need to be carried, she'd have to find a safe route. There was also the fact she preferred to be away from the company of others; emotion were so strong, and most felines barely even noticed the intensity their feeling radiated. Telepathy had been easier to master, blocking out the drifting thoughts and anxieties of others. However, emotions were so raw, and others never held back.
As she padded forward, wraith-like steps muted by the loam, she stopped suddenly. Thick waves of feelings flooded her- regret, self loathing, and intense pain. Blinking pained beryl eyes furiously, it took all of her strength not to fall to the forest floor and writhe in pain, succumbing to the heavy emotions. Unsheathed claws left deep gouges on the ground below her, and she exhaled a single breath before continuing forward.
"PLASMAFLARE!"
It was easy to find the tom- the emotions got stronger the closer she got. Ignoring everything else- the pain, the regret that was also hers- she bounded forward, regardless of how much stronger the conflicting emotions were when she collapsed next to his side. There was nothing she could do; she was no medicine cat, but his old wounds were ripped anew. Hopefully, his lived would save him. It was in Starclan's hands now.
She pressed against his uninjured side, burying her head into his shoulder and wishing that someone, anyone would come help him. "I'm sorry Plas, I'm so sorry," she sobbed quietly so only he could hear.[/justify]
[justify]Libertyflight had a tortie kitten hanging from her maw, and she padded forward delicately. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt her son Vectorkit. Her son; it still felt weird being a mother. She couldn't help the metal sigh of relief when she entered Windclan land. Even though the grass was brittle and scorch marks still there, it was home- and she wanted nothing more. [/justify]
[justify]'We rebuild, we move on. We never forget the ones we lost,' the dilute ticked torbie replied telepathically to Runningpaw. She would have spoken verbally, but she was getting a content vibe from the kitten in her mouth. He probably wouldn't be happy if she placed him down anytime soon. Her eyes searching the crowd for her kittens, she tried not to become too anxious. [/justify]
[justify]Libertyflight, seeing the group of cats gathering and sensing the high amounts of irritation and anger, decided to join the assembled felines. Beryl eyes narrowed in annoyance, the warrior aimed to rake sharp claws down Honeystep's flank.[/justify]
[justify]"Who are you?" Libertyflight barked out when she saw the wolf. And literally barked out- she had the ability to speak universal languages. "This is Windclan territory," the warrior meowed resolutely, beryl eyes challenging and confident. [/justify]
[justify]Alabaster peppered paws drummed against the moor, leaving a lingering ache in the warrior's chest. The grass beneath her paws, once a lush and soft green, was a prickled painfully at pads, hard enough that a cat not used to running and tough terrain would be bleeding. However, one thing was still relentlessly there and it brought a smile to the dilute torbie's maw; the sun. The bright ball of fiery gas was strong presence on the moor, with no trees to block it or a river to cool off in.
She hated this- she had been born into a land of waving grass kissed golden by the sun. She slowed to a halt, sensing the presence of someone else. She then caught sight of a azure eyed she-cat, whose appearance registered the same time her emotions did. Worry, a smoldering hate for someone -not the one she was worried about- swirled into a colorful aura, intertwined with color flashes. "How are you?" she meowed, voice low and soft. Her beryl eyes flashed with emotion, but she fought it down. [/justify]
[justify]Beryl eyes blinked open slowly, accompanied by a long yawn. Shaking the clinging moss from her pelt, Libertyflight slowly stretched and padded out of the warrior's den. She settled into a comfortable spot on the edge of camp, azure eyes cast over the occupants as she began to tidy her sleep mussed pelt. Dilute ticked torbie pelt now groomed neatly, she took a moment to enjoy the unbroken serenity.
Despite the fact they were now safely located in her home turf, the territory she had grown up in, the fur along her spine still prickled uneasily. It was safe now, the danger gone. She still couldn't help but feel like it was the lull before a storm- who could know what would come next? While the other Windclanners around her celebrated being back- albeit their spirits being a bit dampened by the dreary appearance of the moor- she still felt a wisp of unease. Thin tail wrapped around her paws, she sighed.
She scolded herself mentally; thoughts like that would bring panic, and set other on edge. Getting up quickly, she began to walk towards the entrance, and exit, of camp. A run would to her good, the brisk wind through her fur. It wasn't the same with the sun kissed moors still mostly burnt down into a flat wasteland, but she needed to do something. Maybe she'd even be productive today and go hunting. In her haste to escaped the confines of camp that were beginning to feel constricting, she didn't notice she was about to bump into a chocolate hued apprentice. [/justify]
together we can see what we will find
[justify]White peppered tail curled tightly around her paws, she cast her beryl gaze around the surrounding area. The small crevasse she had wedged herself into shouldn't be easy to find. The crack in the ground was small and thin, and out of the way. The scent markers around it were faded and old. Leaning back, she felt comfort at the way the dirt pressed tightly around her. Even though she found the empty camp claustrophobic, being shoved in the small space made her feel safe.
The best part- in her opinion- is that virtually no one would find her. Too bad she forgot about Probro's litter.[/justify]
[justify]"She doesn't," a new voice added cheerfully, a purr attached to the words. Libertyflight herself surveyed the scene with a one non existent brow raised in bemusement. It had taken a few weeks, but she had burned off the extra padding that being a mother had given her. She was all lean angles and longs legs again, a perfect example of Windclan genes at their best. A soft half grin tugging at her maw, she glanced around the assembled felines, beryl eyes taking in the sight.
Two of her sons- Regalkit and Vectorkr, both of whom seemed to gravitate to true more serious parent. A kitten who seemed to be named Islakit. A few others randomly mixed into the collection. And her favorite brother- Inheritedpaw. Regalkit seemed to be discussing his gift; universal languages, the same one that she had originally been born with. Then Vectorkit, her rare male tortie son. She had an inkling of an idea of what his ability was, but she wouldn't press. Sitting down behind the kittens, she wrapped her tail around her paws.
"Avian was always my favorite, and the first one I truly was fluent. Birds make fine companions- fiery little things, but they truly deserve to be equals," the ticked dilute torbie intoned absentmindedly. Since she has been 'blessed' (cursed, in her opinion), she hadn't concentrated on her first and probably favorite ability. Telepathy and the Sight required too much attention, and she always had to hold back with them. Sighing, she waited for the conversation to move forward.
[she has telepathy and the sight, if she may use them (: ]
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[glow=black,2,300][size=32pt]libertyflight[/size][/glow]
why do we give our hearts to the past
and why must we grow up so fast
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]&& AN ARTSTIC MATERPIECE this girl is. slim could describe her easily- her build is undeniably slight, but no more so than any other Windclanners her age. long legs add to her appearance. the advisor is a runner, an occupant of the moor, with a willowy frame. her body is padded with strong sinewy muscles which are subtle until she moves. when she moves you can see the curve of strong shoulders, the ripple of muscles. even with her lithe stature, she proves she is not to be underestimated. she stands almost with equal height as her clanmates, if a bit shorter than the majority of them. she makes up for it by walking tall and proud.
her pelt is certainly unique, like nothing you've seen before. dapples of diluted colors layer upon each other in a twisting, erratic fashion. the muted colors accentuate each other, drawing out the mottled hues that mark her pelt. a clean white base was the canvas for this masterpiece, unblemished alabaster laid out to be decorated and marred with a multitude of earth-toned and silvery shades. next came the diluted ginger, a soft cream lathered against the stark whiteness of her pelt. the frothy cream tone changes shades spontaneously, the ticking affecting the color. next came a pearly argent, spiraling silver hues that layered over the cream. this color was also ticked, making it lighten and darken without warning as you drag your gaze across her pelt. the cream and silver live in a fairly equal amount, neither obviously overpowering the other. they cancel out the alabaster out fairly well however, leaving her with just light peppering of the pure snow color.
hey eyes are also a sight to behold, so please bear with me. they hold a remarkable crystalline clarity, not clouded over by blindness or any other ailments. the color is a few shades darker than her mother's gaze, not achieving the perfectly icy blue coloring of gravelstar's eyes. the mixed hues of azures and sky blues form into a breath taking beryl gaze. emotion flit through her orbs, but rarely enough for anyone to see into the emotions and personal life of the dilute ticked torbie. she will hold your gaze confidently and steadily, no trace of fear.
&&AS WITH MOST CATS there is more than meets the eye to this she-cat.
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[justify]Alabaster peppered paws drummed the ground with a deep beat, a rhythm to a song only the runner heard. Her ignorance to the the fact it was fall from the pinnacle of the day which made running this early useless was both admirable and deplorable. Even the though adrenalin coursed through her veins, the primal instinct of runrunrun shooting through her mind, now was not the time. With the first streaks of the glorious gold just breaking though the swirled, muted colors of dawn, she would be wasting all energy on a rather pointless. However, the way the mottled torbie adhered to a strict running pattern no matter the time or weather was a gallant attempt at redeeming the not so redeeming qualities.
However, the complex amount of thought the dilute ticked torbie would normally put into such a matter was behind reach. All that existed right now was the sun kissed grass which wove cheerfully in front of her, the long strides as she refused to break pace, and the light zephyr which brought some relief to the muscles, which were beginning to feel the first sign of a soon to be long suffering soreness. So when a wave of pain hit her- with the force akin to a tsunami hitting the coast- she was definitely unprepared.
She hit the ground hard, feeling a rising panic as something the pain hit her. It felt as though a smoldering liquid had been pored in her veins, sending an electric shock through each nerve. The pain itself wasn't too bad- it was the lack of preparedness on her part, having her guard down. Because she had, after all, believed that no one would interrupt her run. The combined facts made the pain all consuming. After letting loose a torrent of curse words that would make the gruffest tom cringe, she slowly distanced herself, setting up what was a mental brick wall. After blocking out the intensity of the emotion, she realized that it had to be from somewhere in her line of sight- her powers (curses) didn't work like Probro's did. She liked to say she had to see it to believe it.
Carefully sweeping a wary gaze around the moor, she tried to pinpoint her location. Thinking back, the pain seemed familiar-
Curled up in a relatively secluded corner of the large coniferous forest that belonged to Darkclan, was the Windclan princess herself. Libertyflight was curled up into the smallest ball she could manage, considering she was pregnant- with ten kits, no less. Squeezing her beryl eyes shut, she tried to block out the upcoming pain. It was rather ineffective- convulsions racked her once petite body, and she let out a low groan of pain.
- And yeah, now that Libertyflight thought about it, it was definitely the pain of pregnancy. Yeah, motherhood sure was a gift.
Squaring her shoulder, she slowly started to pad towards her left. Considering the pain only intensified as she traveled that way, she knew that she should continue forward. Keeping a decent distance away from the edge of the gorge- she wasn't dumb enough to fall in, but she'd rather be safe than sorry. She only had one life, after all. When a fresh and unexpected weave of pain came her way, she bit down on her tongue, hard. Wincing as the coppery tang of blood coated her mouth, she spat on the ground. Lovely, just lovely.
Around the same time as she had the unfortunate experience of tasting her own blood, a slight shift in the long grass caught her eye. There was a dark bundle, which upon closer inspection revealed itself to be a feline. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be Cattrak.
That fact seemed odd to the Advisor [soon to be advisor?]. Since the Head Bodyguard was pregnant, shouldn't she- oh! That was it! As Libertyflight connected the dots, she wanted to kick herself for taking this long. "Hey there Cattrak," she meowed awkwardly, slowly padding forward. She wanted to careful so she wasn't swamped in extreme emotions again.[/justify]
[justify]She pressed herself farther into the little gash in the ground, the serenity of the day not lost on her. Her powers were a real pain now- clan life was hard, others always bursting with thoughts and emotions. Hope and dreams and heartbreak radiated from her clanmates. One moment she would feel someone's joy, and the next feel unbearable anguish from another feline. It was overwhelming and frankly a bit confusing for the young warrior.
She felt about guilty- she had left all her kittens with their various aunts and other assembled kit sitters. Eight of her kittens- she hoped- where in the nursery. Victorialkit was with Scarredpaw and Des was hopefully still with Probro.[/justify]
[justify]"Oh, hello. What's your name?"
At the simple three words that followed Cocoabutter's greeting, Libertyflight felt a mix of confusion and elation. Libertyflight couldn't remember the last time someone had not known who she was- being the daughter of Gravelstar, she was basically called Windclan royalty. Hearing the chocolate apprentice call ask her who she was- that had never happened before. But it gave her a form of excitement, not being judged because of who she was the daughter of.
"I'm Libertyflight, warrior of Windclan," the pale torbie introduced, a small smile on her maw.[/justify]
[justify]"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Libertyflight barked in canine, a snarl on her maw. The lithe she-cat fluffed out her pelt, the fur along her spine bristling with anger. NO way was this mongrel going any farther into her clan's territory. Her claws unsheathed smoothly, and she stood her ground with determination.
She knew the danger of facing wolves- they were huge and they had the advantage of brute force. Her beryl eyes were icy, and she thought she might look rather like her mother now. All in all, even if she didn't make it she could always be contented knowing she saved her clan. Not to mention she didn't fight all of her fights physically.
[permission to use telepathy or the sight?][/justify]
