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Post by itsheart on Aug 23, 2009 21:11:54 GMT -5
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if you know what she was thinking, you would know that on this silvery rock, surrounded by bare, slightly frosted trees and plants, next to a river, with everything soaked in an early morning light that was barely there was the most peaceful place on Earth.
So there she was, sitting on that rock, immune to the cold and staring out into the river that reflected her eyes: a light blue, with flecks of silver, and sometimes gold. Leaf-bare wasn't her favorite season, but many cats had told her that her fur resembled the snow that always came down at this time. But in fact, she really hated this cheesy comparison, and she always thought her fur was more like the clouds she loved to watch in newleaf; pearl-colored with hints of silver here and there.
This cat wasn't a cat you could just push around or tell what to do. She had a mind of her own, and if she thought something, she told you. She told the truth when she felt the needed too, but she was also a good liar. This cat was also slow to forgive, but
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Post by [:; [h] e a r t ::♥] on Aug 27, 2009 10:30:51 GMT -5
just... her.♥ If you know what she was thinking, you would know that on this silvery rock, surrounded by bare, slightly frosted trees and plants, next to a river, with everything soaked in an early morning light that was barely there was the most peaceful place on Earth.
So there she was, sitting on that rock, immune to the cold and staring out into the river that reflected her eyes: a light blue, with flecks of silver, and sometimes gold. Leaf-bare wasn't her favorite season, but many cats had told her that her fur resembled the snow that always came down at this time. But in fact, she really hated this cheesy comparison, and she always thought her fur was more like the clouds she loved to watch in newleaf; pearl-colored with hints of silver here and there.
This cat wasn't a cat you could just push around or tell what to do. She had a mind of her own, and if she thought something, she told you. She told the truth when she felt the needed too, but she was also a good liar. This cat was also slow to forgive, but easy to get to know. Interested in simple things, but complicated.
This cat was called Ruepaw.
ooc; Sorry it's so short. Haven't really roleplayed for kitties in a while. .__.[/size] rupaw;[/size] |
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Post by >>BLACKiE! ]} on Sept 2, 2009 21:18:55 GMT -5
He moved with a straightforward and tight manner that somehow bore its own way of grace. His eyes looked around and around everything to within his proximity; he was alert and attentive to every single detail. For if he was not, who knew what could be lurking out here that could attempt to do him some harm? He, Sorrelpaw, could easily fend for himself, yes, but he only preferred fighting whenever it was necessary, whenever his Clan needed him to do so.
He was driven by himself, driven hard. He pushed himself to the edge, testing out his own limits. Intensity and adrenaline rushed through him on a daily basis, and though he had extreme patience, he was not one to reckon with.
In fact, he was a bit creepy in that sense.
His yellow tinted amber eyes had no trust within them--he did not trust anyone. Even those closest to him he only had faith in partially; there were ways of making felines turn, no matter how close their ties were. It was his mindset--it had been the way of his father, and his father's father before and so on up and down the line. He inherited ways of thinking, he was his own branch of feline. He was devoted, and he would do all in his power to aid his Clan.
He was padding through the forest at a stealthy and soft rate. Though he was simply going out for a walk to clear his head which always seemed muddled during these harsh leaf-bare days, he still moved the way he did in order to increase the possibilities that he might also catch a few prey animals as an added bonus to his time spent out here with the bare trees and frosty winds.
His senses suddenly came aware of another somewhere out in the expanse of the forest. It didn't take him long in order to deem a name to the one who it was--Ruepaw. He didn't know much about her, just like he did not know much about all others his age. He was not one to socialize, and he frankly didn't exactly prefer to start now. Still, he was enlightened with the fact that there was a difference between socializing and being polite, and therefore had the decency to pad up to the she-cat apprentice and touch her lightly on the shoulder with his tail, giving a slight nod. It was his greeting style.
"How are you?" he asked lightly, simply beginning the normal exchange of pleasantries.
He then took a few steps to the right and sat down. He liked having his own personal space--it made him feel safe, as no one could get close enough to touch him and intimidate him. Closure was not something he needed--it would be a distraction.
A distraction: his worst nightmare.
His pelt was a thick, filled in with multiple shades of brown. His face was the same, though it was scarred with white in various patches. All this fur clung to his frame which now could be described as skinny, even somewhat bony. Leaf-bare was to blame for most part, especially due to the fact that he ate a little less during the cold season so that others had more to eat.
Oh, to be young and to think for one so old.
character's mood; attentive. alert.
author's mood; blahblah. will jazz up later.
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Post by [:; [h] e a r t ::♥] on Sept 2, 2009 21:55:48 GMT -5
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The sudden noise almost made her jump, but she wasn't the kind of cat that when startled, jumped three tail-lengths in the air. A flick of her tail was all that happened. But she hears his voicce. She recognized his] voice. with the careful grace and poise that she used around him, she turned around and aknowledged him.
"Hi, Sorrelpaw." The words glided and danced across her tongue and into the frosty air as a small white cloud. "I'm fine. Just out here to clear my head and think a little. You? In fact, the she-cat always seemed to be thinking about something. Whether it was why the seasons changed, to the way a butterfly moved, to the reson the sunflowers were yellow. Sometimes big thoughts, sometimes little thoughts, but thoughts all the same.
Eyes the color of yellow leaves turning orange-brown in the fall and a cout like a work of art. (yes, i know cats don't know what art is, bot work with me here.) This was the tom she had fallen for. She could easily have stolen his heart, like she had done with many other toms without even trying.
But the problem was, he would never feel the same way about her. He would never feel the same about anyone or anything, except training to be the best warrior he would be.
author's mood: tired, going to bed. and feeling rather stupid for trying to be poetic in this post.
ruie's mood: sadsadsad. wishing sorrelpaw would LIKE HER FOR GOODNESS SAKE.
word count: 264
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Post by >>BLACKiE! ]} on Sept 2, 2009 22:43:06 GMT -5
Words never seemed to fail him; answers leapt up whenever necessary. This was no different, and he answered within a few moments. "I am well," was all he said, and he stopped there, teasing the silence out of the bare forest which seemed to have stopped any noises itself through means of snow and the cold. He closed his eyes, and listened, trying to detect any disturbances in the general peacefulness that was the forest.
He liked this--liked the forest, liked being here where he was. He'd happen to prefer being solitary, but out of sake of politeness, he did not leave the other feline. Instead, he simply sat there, unaware that she might want to have a conversation. Yes, words came flawlessly to him--but that did not mean he wanted to partake in an exchange of words at all times.
And it was here where he thought, one following after another. Love was pointless for him; he never let anyone close to him in the first place, so in turn, no one knew him for what he truly was. Facts other than hard, cold ones that were obvious were not known about him, and he did not share much about himself. That just wasn't who he was.
He let the temperature seep in to his veins, and it empowered him. His heart was of gold in his morals, but it was also of ice, and it was from this leaf-bare weather that he drew his comparisons. He should be as distant and untouchable as leaf-bare was, something that was cold but only to those not prepared to face the challenges involved.
character's mood; alert. attentive.
author's mood; haha, my charries are screwy.
word count; 274 words [/size] |
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Post by [:; [h] e a r t ::♥] on Sept 3, 2009 12:18:02 GMT -5
As he finished his short, polite sentence, Ruepaw sighed. Why couldn't he talk to other cats and have a normal conversation. It wasn't like if he had a friend, he would suddenly become a horrible apprentice.
"Sorrelpaw, can i ask you something?" The frost=colored cat asked, but before he had time to answer, she asked her question. Although she liked him, she was never afraid to speak her mind, and, though some would say nosy, she was a rather curious feline.
"Why are you so focused on training? Why don't you ever show any emotion? I mean, you can be friends and socialize without losing focus on training." There, she said it. She knew it was true though. Sorrelpaw never showed emotion, and was always training, making him seem like he was made of stone, with no heart.
author's mood: not excited for school. Trying to decide on an outfit. xD
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Post by >>BLACKiE! ]} on Sept 3, 2009 20:55:18 GMT -5
Sorrelpaw phrased his next words with the utmost caution, only saying as much as he needed to. "My training is the ultimatum of what I am. I see no point in displaying emotion. Why should I? Finally, in direction of your last query, others in my life are merely a distraction. I cannot be what others want, but I can be what I want," he responded, his voice monotonous and plain.
He stared out in to the distant trees, his mind half faraway, while the other half was consistently here, keeping aware of everything in the surrounding panaroma. Scanning the area, he found some part in the depths of his mind wanting to escape to a solitary confinement of his own, away from overcurious felines, but he immediately squashed that thought; politeness was key when interacting with others. He couldn't let anything else show--something he already did well.
character's mood; attentively alert.
author's mood; daaaang i'm bored.
word count; 143 words
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Post by [:; [h] e a r t ::♥] on Sept 4, 2009 21:33:26 GMT -5
Sorrelpaw, it's not a distraction to have friends," Ruepaw, now getting angry said, "I mean, look at our leader. He's a great warrior and leader of our Clan, and he has friends and talks to other cats and socializes. And I think he's taken a liking to Crystalrose. And she's a great warrior too." Ruepaw stopped to catch her beath. When she got frustrated or disagreed with someone, she tended to babble a little. "I mean, what's so bad about it? You've never tried socializing, so you wouldn't know if it's a distraction or not."
Ruepaw locked her intense golden (yeah, i changed it. may change it back. not sure xD) gaze to his yellow-amber one for a moment, then looked away and whispered, hopefully soft enough that he wouldn't hear, "But you're already what I want."
author's mood: tiredtiredtired.
ruie's mood: eh.
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Post by >>BLACKiE! ]} on Sept 5, 2009 9:28:13 GMT -5
He gave a shrug with indifference. He had heard it all, seen it all--his heart just was not in to anything other than his training. It was his main focus in life, his main goal. He was used to felines attempting to sway him in a different direction, telling him that he could swing in to a social life as well, but he just did not see the point. Why did it matter?
When he met Ruepaw's eyes for a split moment before she looked away, he still felt the same as before, although something within him had... shifted. He couldn't quite put a paw upon it, but he did acknowledge that there had ben a tiny change. Still, he shrugged and let out a loose sigh. "The affairs of our leader and his acquaintances are not of my business or matter. I cannot compare myself to Maplestar, for he has already proved himself as EarthClan's head in command. Others may do as they so desire, but I, I am different. I am my own judge, and my own director, and I am set upon this goal."
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Post by [:; [h] e a r t ::♥] on Sept 5, 2009 14:50:18 GMT -5
Ruepaw heard what he was saying, but she wasn't ready to listen. She'd had enough. She didn't think she could just make him different in two seconds, but still, he didn't have to act so... so... emotionless.
"I wish you would stop talking like that," she spat. I wish you would stop doing that and carefully plotting out your words so that they show no feelings at all and I wish you could show some emotion. Ruepaw was tired of hearing him talk like that, and though most other cats would've just said "okay" and let him be the tough warrior in training that was made of stone. But she liked him, and she did have a pretty short temper.
"And I wish you could see what was right in front of you," She finished, turning her blue-silver gaze back to his for a moment before turning and walking away.[/size]
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