Barketh
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Ahehe... I just like the dog =)
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Post by Barketh on Jul 10, 2011 20:04:32 GMT -5
[beige]across the[/beige][teal] NIGHT[/teal][beige] sky[/beige] [/size][/center] A cough, a grunt, a rustle of foliage, a sound of splintered wood and the soft, unmistakeable thud of paws on a rough surface gave away the feline's presence as, cautiously and with great precision, he balanced his way along the fence, claws shooting out every now and then whenever he started to lose his footing. A jet black whip against the cool evening air as he lowered his center of gravity, the tom wrapped his flicking tail around himself and settled. His perch was less than comfortable, but at least the weasel couldn't get him from up here. It's snake-like body was still skittering back and forth below him, dirt-pocked claws gouging the ground in frustration as it hissed and made a vane leap up towards him before falling back to the ground, angered even further by its failed attempt. All the while, Night watched it with careful, calculating eyes that stared the hissing rodent down. Then, when the weasel leaped once more, he shot out one paw and delivered a swift blow to the creature's head, sending it crashing back down in a daze. It looked up, and he looked down, and with one last spit of fury, the weasel vanished off into the undergrowth. Silence reigned until Night, having waited several moments longer, took a deep breath and let out a soft laugh of self-reassurance. The weasel was gone but, nonetheless, he figured there was no harm in staying up there a little longer. Just to be safe.
That was close. I thought I was gonna lose some piece of my anatomy. Sighing in relief, Night wondered why it was that he'd tried avoiding the weasel. He knew they were vicious creatures, but they always went in for a killing bite which meant it would've been quick and nearly painless, the exact opposite of what he expected from Thorn. In fact, rather than wasting time dwelling on the ambush and murder of his family, Night had occupied his dreams with nightmares that devised the numerous ways his cousin could end his life. A bite to the throat, to the neck, the back, the tom could even rip him open with his claws if he wanted to. Night was not one to be afraid. He did not fear pain. What terrified him though was the idea that his body would not be as strong as his mind, and that in his last moments, while his cousin watched him bleed out his life, he would break and the powerful shell he'd formed around himself would shatter and reveal him to be the vulnerable cat he really was. Night knew he wasn't kidding anyone. He didn't want to die. He believed that hate was reckless, yes, and he despised betrayal, but he only had those limitations on himself. Night would not let himself hate, or lie, or otherwise hurt someone emotionally. He knew what messing with a cat's mind could do. He'd watched the results swarm around him in the form of his kin's bodies dropping dead as stone around him. Night didn't care if he had friends who'd killed their littermates or liked to flirt from treetops and cry alone in the rain. They were his friends, and as much as it hurt to know he was endangering them by simply knowing them, he could not deny how warm it felt to have someone by his side. Sure, not everyone he knew liked him. Heather, as far as he was concerned, despised him and may as well want him dead. And Minx, well, he was beginning to feel she really did want him dead. But it didn't matter, because Night would much rather give his life to her than to Thorn. The tom didn't want to die. As cowardly as it might sound, there were many cats who feared death, and Night hated himself for it. It was not the idea of becoming nothing that frightened him. He already thought of himself as nothing anyways, so what did it matter if it became official? The tom was terrified of who might await him in the beyond. His uncle, Bane? Maybe Tay, the crazy outlaw mother of Thorn rumored to have died from illness? Perhaps Jack would help his brother and kill Night in the afterlife, and where would he go from there? Was there a place afterwards? The black cat hated to even think about it, and so he could not bring himself to let Thorn find and kill him. He knew there were many cats back in his homeland who wanted him dead, and so long as he was alive, they were upset, their vengeance unfulfilled. But Night wanted to live. He knew it was selfish, but he couldn't die just yet. He knew he didn't deserve the life he'd been given, but he wanted to cling to it for as long as possible nonetheless, and he hated himself for that. It was the exact opposite of his brother, Bleak. Night hated himself for wanting to live.
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Post by Yachiru <3 on Jul 10, 2011 20:35:50 GMT -5
Gypsy walked by shaking her head in annoyance. Heather is going to get in trouble some day for flirting with Bleak. she laughs softly and kept walking, when she heard a cough. She looked around alertly and her eyes softened when she saw Night. Ahh Bleak's brother! Better than no one to talk to at all she smiled lightly and looked at him. Why, hello there Night. It's been moons since our last encounter. I can quite say things have been lonely around, despite Heather still blabbing away about Bleak. she smiled and chuckled softly. She looked at Night and noticed that he was deep in thought. Thinking quite deeply aren't we Night? she teased softly, trying to gain some kind of response out of him.
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Barketh
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Ahehe... I just like the dog =)
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Post by Barketh on Jul 10, 2011 21:18:10 GMT -5
Like the flick of a branch being relieved of weight, the tom's head snapped up as the she-cat's scent hit him the same time her words did. Taking a moment to let his startled heart calm, he swallowed the realization that he'd been so absorbed in thought that anyone could have snuck up on him. Even Thorn. Silently, he swore, which was uncharacteristic of the tom. Now you're just being paranoid. He managed a smile, and he didn't even have to force it because, genuinely, the violet-eyed feline was pleased to see his friend. It was definitely better than a certain cousin, for sure.
"Gypsy! Wait, so Heather really does like Bleak?" The tom wanted to be amused by this thought, but suddenly he wasn't really sure how to react. Heather didn't like him, and he knew his brother wasn't one to grow fond of others easily, but he hadn't ki-.... Done anything to the she-cat yet, which meant maybe she'd grown on him. After all, Night knew very well that Bleak hadn't liked him when they first met, but somehow they'd connected after facing the fox together. Not to mention the part where Bleak saved his life. But still... Did Bleak even understand the kind of feelings Heather might have for him?
He's a tom. He probably does. Night almost laughed at that, but then he chided himself and smiled sweetly at Gypsy's words. "Only about things worth considering. How are you? No trouble with the dogs, I'm guessing. You're friend," he raked his memory for the name, "Midnight Mirage... She's not with you?" He was careful when he said it, because the tom was aware of how easy it was to lose someone out in these woods. Not in the case where you lost track of them, but worse. In the kind of way where you could never get them back. Night would hate for anything to happen to the she-cat. It would hurt many cats. Especially Gypsy, and he found himself praying for a positive reply.
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Post by Yachiru <3 on Jul 10, 2011 21:40:49 GMT -5
Gypsy chuckled softly, her eyes showing amusement as she spoke. Midnight is busy taking care of some passing rogues who ran into a border patrol. Her eyes clouded lightly with grief. One of them didn't make it... She smiled lightly. But, as long as the others are alive and will survive, it'll be okay. She looked at Night, then sat down and licked her paw. And Heather really does like Bleak. I don't know why but she sees something in that stiff furball. she chuckled teasingly. She had nothing against Bleak at all. She just loved to tease people when she wasn't trying to stay serious. She felt bubbily like Heather for a moment but tried to keep herself still, somehow finding her paws very interesting as she tried to stay calm and still.
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Barketh
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Ahehe... I just like the dog =)
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Post by Barketh on Jul 10, 2011 22:05:38 GMT -5
"Midnight heals?" He blurted out suddenly, eyes wide and unable to hold back the surprised response to what he'd just heard. There was only one cat he knew who could heal, and she was dead. He'd always wanted to learn the magic of herbs, but she'd died before she got the chance to teach him. When her voice dropped a level, the tom's gaze naturally softened, and he straightened slightly, tensing a moment before jumping nimbly down from the fence and shaking himself. "I'm sorry to hear that... I thought it was against their clan rules to kill, but maybe it was an accident." One that cost a cat their life... "You know Midnight better than I do, but I don't doubt she did everything she could for them." A frown followed his words. Night himself had never really learned to cope with his family's death, because there was nothing you could say to make a dead cat come back to life. Only time could do that, and for some, they believed vengeance would solve things. But after you took that revenge, what then? What would you do afterwards? Your loved one would still be gone.
"Eh, Bleak's not so bad. He's a bit touchy..." Even Night couldn't help but smile at that. "But he seems fond of her, and I think she's fun. She reminds me a lot of a cat I knew, though he was a tom, so maybe minus the flirting part." Not that his cousin Streak ever could've flirted, seeing as he was surrounded by his kin day and night. "But Heather's not here right now, and neither is Bleak. So if you don't mind me asking Gypsy, what about you?" The sweet, genuine smile was back with those words. "Is there anyone special you have in mind?" He noticed she was fidgety, but he figured it was for a reason unrelated to what they'd been talking about. The way she seemed to be trying to restrain herself from doing.... Who knows what, made him remember the journey they'd made together, and how she'd been just as hyperactive as Heather. It almost seemed like she was no refraining from her former behavior, though Night wasn't sure why and he hoped it wasn't because of him.
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Post by Yachiru <3 on Jul 10, 2011 22:32:43 GMT -5
Gypsy's head snapped up at Night's tone. err... Yes she does she knows the herbs quite well actually. What is bad together and stuff like that. She is very proficient with them. Her voice dropped a little again. I don't know i wasn't there but the marks he had were brutal even for clan cats and there was nothing even her vast amount of herb knowledge could't save him.
She looked back up at him and smiled softly again and then as he asked that one question about her, she froze slightly, taken aback by his question. Why, no... I don't. I'm more of a free spirit and don't like to usually be tied down by mates or kits.
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