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Post by .:Lion:. on Feb 17, 2012 15:21:34 GMT -5
The cool earth beneath the tom's paws seemed to give way at last, a sign that the ground was finally softening after the long, cold Leafbare. Newleaf could not come soon enough for the tom, whose disposition was sour enough on a nice day without the added deterrent of bad weather. Padding in between two intertwined bushes, the tom barely batted an eye when the bramble's thorns scraped at his pelt. He left tufts of ginger fur behind him, but all in all his expression was one of boredom. Pain and cold weren't problems enough to evoke any emotion out of him. He'd given up on showing how he felt, as in his experience it always ended tragically for him. It was better not to be attached to anything, even himself. Better to just walk about indifferently until the end of his days.
Fallingleaf paused at the base of the Ancient Oak. He glanced up at the tree's high canopy, wondering if it were possible to climb all the way to the top. He had tried a few times when he was younger, and certainly more spirited than he was currently. The tom flexed his claws, feeling the strength in his muscles and wondering if he could make it farther now. But he wasn't as light as he had been then. He'd weigh himself down all the more. And why bother? He thought sourly. Nothing I can do will bring back those days. With a guttural growl that sounded more like a badger than a cat, Fallingleaf turned his back on the tree and began stalking away, his shoulders hunched and his face expressionless as it always seemed to be. He, more than any cat, needed walls to hide behind. His Clanmates could think what they liked about him--anything but the truth.
The truth that he was a murderer.
Memories scraped through his body like claws, pulling at his very soul. He remembered the shock of learning that his father had died due tot wounds his own son inflicted on him, all for the sake of a loner who should never have meant anything to Fallingleaf. At least that's what his Clanmates would say. But Fallingleaf had loved Rhianna--still loved her, even though the wounds he had received from losing her sometimes seemed to devour that love--and nothing his Clan could say would make him repent of that love. Even the sufferings had been worth the moments of happiness with her, the only joys he had ever known. Despite all of the bitter thoughts and the fear that haunted Fallingleaf, he would not give up those moments. But he still had to live with the consequences. Fallingleaf stopped and looked back at the tree. He wished he could go back to that innocent time when his paws were not stained with blood and disloyalty. But he couldn't. The darkness that had enveloped him had been painted into his face, his bones, his heart. There was nothing left of the old him. And sometimes he felt that there never would be.
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Post by Magicheart on Mar 9, 2012 17:28:24 GMT -5
The sound of twigs breaking and leaves rustling would probably scare prey within a mile a way, but the big ambling tom couldn't quite help himself, clueless as he was. Grizzlyclaw plowed through a bush, debris stuck all over his matted pelt. The large warrior sniffed loudly, glancing around. He opened his mouth and took in a deeper breath, then let out a loud sneeze. It was probably best that he lost his tail in battle--it would be quite a sorry site and make him even louder if he had it.
The warrior shrugged his huge shoulders and kept walking along, his large head to the ground as he continued to sniff, looking quite like a dog.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Mar 23, 2012 9:14:28 GMT -5
The sound of some creature blundering through the undergrowth caught Fallingleaf's attention. He glanced at the trees and parted his jaws to scent the air. All he could taste were faint traces of prey and some of his Clanmates' scent, but he was downwind, so it was hard to tell for sure. Then he caught sight of a huge shape, with its nose to the ground. A dog? Fallingleaf wondered. The shape was very like, though a little small to be of trouble. Still, Fallingleaf fluffed up his fur and crouched, ready to fight or flee as he deemed necessary. He didn't like spilling blood much anymore. Not after his paws had been stained with the stuff forever.
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Post by Magicheart on Apr 20, 2012 1:39:43 GMT -5
Grizzlyclaw continued to sniff and plod along the undergrowth, until he raised his head and let out a tremendous sneeze. He shook his head to clear it, sending ripples down his unkempt pelt. He bunched his nose up a couple of times and glanced around. He smelled one of his clanmates, though many had been going in and out of the camp this way today. The tom sighed and sat for a moment, enjoying the wind on his face. Had it been another cat, he or she may have had their head filled with concerns of some kind, but not Grizzlyclaw. He was a cat of simple mind and tended to live in the moment.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Apr 25, 2012 10:21:54 GMT -5
Fallingleaf heard a loud sneeze and relaxed. He at least could tell it was a cat, and that was enough to let him know he was probably not in danger. Since the threat was gone, Fallingleaf decided to just be on his way. He never really liked having confrontations with his Clanmates. And if it was a rogue or something he didn't want to have confrontations with them either. Fallingleaf had a lack of curiosity about most things--after all, he wasn't a kit anymore. No. Not with everything he'd seen, everything he'd done. He just wanted it all to stop. All the pain. All the lies. But Fallingleaf was too much of a coward to face what he'd done. So he plodded along through life, hating every second of it. Especially the seconds spent among his Clanmates, feeling guilty to still be hunting and fighting and eating beside them. He didn't deserve a family anymore. He didn't deserve a home. Fallingleaf sighed and turned to slip past whatever cat was sitting in the undergrowth. He didn't want to have to face anyone today. Maybe he'd even sleep in the abandoned twoleg nest. Or maybe not. The idea was pleasing to him, though.
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Post by Magicheart on May 28, 2012 22:48:31 GMT -5
"Why do you skulk about as if you aren't in your own territory?" Grizzlyclaw suddenly growled. He wasn't sure if it was an apprentice in training, maybe trying to sneak up on him, but if it was, Grizzlyclaw wasn't against giving a good spook. If it was a warrior...why, that just didn't seem to be the Thunderclan way. He turned around and stood up, a mountain of a cat. He was getting fed up with the tension between the clans. There was no reason why Thunderclan cats shouldn't feel safe in their own territory. He wished that if it was going to come to a fight that it just would already so he could knock some skulls and get on to life as normal....
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Post by .:Lion:. on Jun 3, 2012 13:55:07 GMT -5
Fallingleaf started when he heard a deep, growling voice a bit to his right. He glanced over at the large figure of one of his Clanmates--Grizzlyclaw--standing in the bushes. A bit embarrassed, Fallingleaf wasn't sure what to say or do at first. Then, after regaining his composure, he slipped into his usual persona; squaring his shoulders, the tom fixed indifferent eyes on Grizzyclaw and curled his lip slightly in a disgusted expression.
"Skulking," he meowed scathingly. "At least I don't sound like a blundering badger when I am trying to hunt for the Clan." Insulting cats usually was the best way to get them to leave--or at the very least it would make the distance wider. Fallingleaf had long ago decided that being distanced from his Clanmates was better than being attached to them. If you aren't attached, then you won't suffer if you lose them.
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Post by Magicheart on Jun 13, 2012 0:11:20 GMT -5
Grizzlyclaw snorted and raised his hackles slightly. "I shouldn't have to be quiet in territory that is ours" he stressed. "I'm not afraid of a fight if it's what the other clans want. I'm not going to sneak around my own territory as if its unfamiliar. It's not meant to be that way." Grizzlyclaw blew a loud sigh through his nostrils. "At least I am hunting for the clan, even if I'm better at fighting. So few cats understand loyalty to the code anymore..." he grumbled in nostalgia.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Jun 26, 2012 20:03:33 GMT -5
Fallingleaf made a noise in his throat that was somewhere in between a growl and a hiss.
"Well, at least I would have caught something for the Clan if you hadn't been traipsing about trying to show off to nonexistent enemies." He snarled. Hostility was natural to him, in a way. It was how he'd always defended himself before, and he'd become quite good at it over the moons.
"So few cats understand how to do anything but fight anymore," he added with a soft hiss of contempt.
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Post by Magicheart on Jun 28, 2012 23:16:00 GMT -5
"Ha!" Grizzlyclaw bellowed. "I don't know what you would have been hunting with that dazed look on your face. If there was anything around here, I would have snuffed it!...and I wasn't traps...er...trips...whatever it was you said." said the slow of mind tom. "So few cats understand respect for their elders anymore either!" he huffed, making himself look more monstrous and shaggy than before. His matted fur attempted to rise with his hackles, loosening some leaves and twigs from his pelt. The result made him look more like a giant, furry tumbleweed with teeth than a cat.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Jul 1, 2012 21:24:08 GMT -5
"Oh I have a dazed faced, do I? Well, at least I have brains. As opposed to some meatheads I could mention." Fallingleaf growled, unaffected by the size of the tom before him. Grizzlyclaw could flaunt his mass all he liked. There was only one cat that Fallingleaf would ever fear, and that cat was gone. Besides, the effect of Grizzlyclaw's hostility was to make him look even stupider than he did already. The outside showing the inside, in a way. Fallingleaf looked at him with a skeptical expression. Did the tom seriously think that any cat actually took him seriously? Somehow Fallingleaf thought he did, and that made him pitiful even to Fallingleaf's eyes.
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Post by Magicheart on Jul 15, 2012 23:35:25 GMT -5
"Meatheads? Like who?" Grizzlyclaw growled, not getting the inference, but sensing he was potentially being insulted. He lifted a paw to stalk closer to his infuriating clanmate when a ball of black fur rolled past, startling him.
Magicpaw shook the dirt out of her pelt with a pleased chirrup and lifted her paws to proudly display a beetle beneath. "Look at what I caught!" she beamed. In showing off, the bug took flight and flitted off, however. Magicpaw flattened her ears, looking crushed. "Shoot. How am I to feed the clan now? Just have to get something better!" she meowed, her energy infectious.
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Post by .:Lion:. on Aug 11, 2012 11:03:04 GMT -5
Fallingleaf was about to say, "You, you dunderhead,"[/b] when an apprentice flew out of nowhere with a beetle lodged in her mouth. Fallingleaf stared at her impassively as the beetle managed to get away.
"I'm pretty sure that wouldn't have fed even the smallest kit in the Clan, so it's no loss," he meowed in his bored, arrogant way. He actually had meant to be kind, but he sounded more like he was insulting Magicpaw.
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Post by Magicheart on Mar 15, 2014 22:11:44 GMT -5
Magicpaw frowned, her ears drooping. "It was the best I could find right now..." she meowed, feeling guilty. "Though I suppose you're right. If I had someone to show me where to hunt, it would be easier..." she meowed mischievously.
Grizzlyclaw simply snorted. "That's your mentor's job. You shouldn't be out of camp by yourself anyway!" he huffed. Apprentices these days...
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