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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Apr 21, 2008 22:19:23 GMT -5
Upon hearing Darkmoon's request, Swiftflame was filled with happiness. He's finally opened up to friendship... Swiftflame padded gently closer, and began sharing tongues with Darkmoon. [OOC:Stupid missing muse..umm....] She paused briefly to take some more fresh kill, and then looked Darkmoon directly in his deep red eyes. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question? Why are your eyes red? Did that come from your parents, or is it a...well, is it just you? I've never seen anything like it before... " Swiftflame looked down shyly, unsure if she was intruding.
[OOC: -calls muse plot bunny- Okay, so I found a plot bunny. xD What if Darkmoon's eyes start to change color? -bunnies breed rapidly- Oh, and they should definately be friends for a while at least before any possible..attraction occurs.] {MOREOOC: Oh, and when can you make the character page for the kit? No rush or anything, but I wanted to start the thread with Dawnflight's kits]
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 27, 2008 11:19:40 GMT -5
OoC: Like... to a lighter red? Permanently? or like.. with different emotions?
Darkmoon shuffled his paws nervously. And then tensed up slightly as she began sharing tongues with him, but her soothing strokes relaxed him slowly. It was very... soothing, he decided and closed his eyes and allowed apurr to escape his mouth. His ears flicked forward as she asked a question. "I used to have a lighter red for eyes... but I think... bloodlust can manage to do anything to you. Physically and mentally." he mewed, and decided not to go into more detail. Evil and anger can twist your heart and die your eyes to the color of the others you've killed. He learned that the hard way and now he was left with the eyes of hell. He shrugged, making sure that she was no longer shy. There was no reason for her to feel bad... after all, they were friends now. "Were you clan-born?" he asked her, trying to keep the conversation going.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Apr 27, 2008 19:33:55 GMT -5
[OOC: I'm not really sure it was a random plot bunny. What you wrote looks good, I could give Swiftflame determination to turn you back to how you used it be or something. *Chases after rapidly breeding plot bunnies* Do you have any bunny food or cages or something? xD]
Swiftflame purred as Darkmoon's muscles relaxed and continued their conversation. As Darkmoon recounted how his eyes had changed, Swiftflame was filled with determination. If his eyes could change because of what he did, they can be changed back! I know they can!....and I will. Swiftflame stared steadily back at Darkmoon, eager to continue the topic. However, as his gaze shifted and he changed the subject, Swiftflame realized that it was uncomfortable for him to talk about it. Following his lead, Swiftflame said, Yeah, I've always been IvoryClan. Never been far out of the territory, actually. But I've always wanted to - to go further, and explore. How 'bout you? And dreams for the future?[/b] Swiftflame nearly purred with happiness. It was so easy to talk to Darkmoon!
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 30, 2008 20:18:28 GMT -5
OoC: Hmm I think i am going to keep em this way. its who he is *laughs evilly
Darkmoon gazed at Swiftflame. He felt a purr escape his throat as he tongue cleaned his pelt. He smiled. This was nice... He looked at the she-cat warily. This was stille xtremely odd for him. He was not used to this kind of relationship... and with a cat so nice! He shrugged and stroked his tongue against her flank in rhythmical strokes. "I've travelled a long way... I do not know anything about where or name of the places. I try not to think about them. My future... I actually have no idea what that will hold." he admitted, his eyes clouded with memories and things he did not want to think about.
He closed his eyes under the sun and gazed upwards, stopping his cleaning. His vision was orange as the sun saw through his fearful lids. Nature knew. Mother nature knew.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on May 1, 2008 19:42:10 GMT -5
[OOC: No problem, just an idea. Not a very good one, that is. But are you sure you don't have any cages or bunny food or something? These plot bunnies are crazy!]
Swiftflame's gaze was filled with sympathy as she saw through his musing to his fear of the unknown future within. In a warm, affectionate tone Swiftflame said "Well, I'll always be here as long as you want me to be, so I am the one clear factor in you future. Of course, you should have a nice, active life within the clan. Maybe you could just, you know, be a little bit more open with cats, like you are with me. If you were, I'm sure they'd see what a great cat you are."[/color] Swiftflame's eyes shone with honesty as she spoke, meaning every word she said. Looking at the setting sun, she realized just how late it was. The echoing chirping of crickets confirmed her assumptions, and with a pang she realized that, while cats would wonder where she was, no one would raise a whisker in concern for Darkmoon. No one cares about him... Swiftflame thought mournfully. No! That's not true! I care about Darkmoon! He has me, and that's all that matters! With a fierce affection in her eyes that did not entirely match the tone of their conversation, Swiftflame meowed, "Wow! It's really gotten late. Will you come back to camp with me?"[/color] Swiftflame's eyes were pleading now, as she knew that he might well want to stay in the forest as he so frequently did.
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Post by thisbecoconuts on May 1, 2008 20:14:22 GMT -5
OoC: *munches on pellots. ewww.... *throws on ground. Haha, it was a good idea, i just love his eyes 0.0
Satan was restless. The demonic kitty got up and yawned. He nodded at the she-cat. He shrugged regarding her comment about the other cats. He could not open up to them. He was not even sure if this was who he truly was. "I am not so sure about that. Let's just forget about the rest of the clan." he said, cherishing the fact that he had her. He felt a little more complete than usual... It was strange. He gazed at the sun for a moment, happy that the scrutinizing light was going away... but only for so little. He looked away as Swiftflame spoke again. "Sure... let's go." he murmured as he used his tail to touch her shoulder. He saw the look of her eyes... it made his chest ache and his eyes grew round at the ache. Oh dear... what's going on? He shook his head and stretched his chest, somehow making the feeling go away. He then padded past her into the bushes to get back to the camp. He did not turn back as he heard a monster on the Thunderpath. The rancid smell was no longer sweet on his tongue... but this new feeling... now that was wonderful.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on May 2, 2008 16:15:11 GMT -5
[OOC: Umm...Satan? Yeah I just watched a love story movie and got inspired. She's gonna sorta come onto Darkmoon, or at least think she likes him. ]
Swiftflame padded slowly and happily beside Darkmoon, contentment etched in every one of her features. She had finally said what she needed to, and the message was clear. Darkmoon now knew that he would always have her as a friend. So complete was her contentment that she didn't even jump when a thrush that had been nesting in the trees above took off, sending vibrations through the humid night air. Glancing over at her companion, Swiftflame had an epiphany. [OOC:I've always wanted to say that!!!!!] What if they could be more than just friends? What if her understanding Darkmoon was a sign from StarClan that they were meant to be together? And it would make Darkmoon so happy... A shiver of happiness ran through Swiftflame at the thought of it. Her skin suddenly grew hot under her fur as she realized what she was thinking. How could she even know if Darkmoon liked her that way? They had just become friends! Taking several deep breathes, Swiftflame attempted in vain to calm her reeling thoughts and emotions. I really understand him, and he understands me. We'd be perfect together, I know we would! And I've never liked any cat like this before... As Swiftflame thought, she realized that she had liked Darkmoon for a long time, but never realized it. She was always so happy around him...
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Post by thisbecoconuts on May 4, 2008 9:06:22 GMT -5
OoC: Hehe, I'm going to try to not make Swiftflame mad, but remember Darkmoon is still a clueless boy. Hehehehe. Btw, Satan was his nickname... he's the devil in true form. Or atleast he was... doesn't work much now that he's soft. Haha!
Darkmoon watched Swiftflame as her mind seemed to be reeling. His head cocked sideways as she watched her thinking something extremely intensely... and then look embarassed? What the heck just happened? What a weirdo... he thought. But then his skin became hot as well. He could not ignore the swell of affection that coursed through him as he looked at her all of a sudden. Then at that moment, without the other realizing it, they were both hyperventilating. [OoC: This is so cute xD] Darkmoon turned away from her, but if one looked closely they would see his tail twitching and his sides heaving a bit. He then turned around, his breathe finally even and his emotions in check. I'm turning into one of those sappy... things. He thought regretfully. He had always noticed Swiftflame, but then again... he never really thought into a future with any cat besdies himself. He was just as annoyed around her as with any other, but surprisingly, she was the one cat that he couldn't piss off... nor was she trying to make him mad.
Darkmoon smiled quietly. He shrugged his shoulders and padded over to the she-cat. Oh boy, awkward time. He looked at her and leaned forward to lift her chin with his tail and looked into her eyes. And then....
CLIFFHANGER. I'll post after.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on May 5, 2008 15:20:45 GMT -5
Swiftflame froze as Darkmoon's soft tail fur brushed her quivering face. Her breath shook as he leaned closer still. Maybe he does like me! Oh my StarClan, he's so close... Finally meeting his beautiful red eyes, she saw what she had been wishing for with all of her heart: affection. Or, could it be love? Swiftflame's breath hitched in her throat once again, and gently moved forward, rubbing her pelt against Darkmoon's purring loudly. Then, suddenly, without even realizing what she was saying, Swiftflame whispered, "Darkmoon,I think I'm in love with you."[/b] She hadn't tried to say it. She hadn't meant to say it. But as soon as the words left her mouth she knew they were true. Green eyes stared glowing into red, love emanating from their gaze.
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Post by thisbecoconuts on May 5, 2008 19:55:40 GMT -5
Darkmoon's breathe hitches as her pelt rubbed against his. He throat could not make any noise. her scent was intoxicating and his world was uplifted into something... so much more beautiful. He stood, pushing his noise closer to her pelt, and gave it a tentative lick. However, he was not prepared for the next words... His eyes grew round, but not with only surprise... fear. He was not prepared for this. Oh boy, heartbreak time. He stepped back slowly, as if seeing a ghost. "I... uhhh... I have to go." he murmured, and turned and ran into the forest, away from the Thunderpath and away from the she-cat that gave him a chance. The she-cat that he... perhaps loved. Was he making a mistake? He just was not ready. He was the devil reincarnated. He would never change. Not yet. OoC: Hehe, give him some time. More RPs should happen. It'll be amusingly painful/ awkward!  |
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on May 6, 2008 6:15:35 GMT -5
[OOC: Hehe actually I was really bored and in a rush when I wrote it, and I'm like "love!" and then I came back and I was like, wait, what did I just write? Yeah slowwwwer hehe]
Swiftflame stared regretfully after Darkmoon, but knew he had every right to go. She had gone too far, and they both knew it. Her feelings were true, but then was not the time. Suddenly leaping forward, she called, "Darkmoon, wait! I'm so sorry, I went too far. I'm sorry, it was just...it won't happen again,"[/b] Swiftflame looked down, ashamed. Then, looking up again, she added, "C'mon, let's get back to camp then."[/b] Without waiting for Darkmoon to follow, Swiftflame leapt to her paws and sprang into a run, pelting through the trees at top speed. I'm so stupid!!!
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Post by thisbecoconuts on May 6, 2008 22:00:28 GMT -5
Darkmoon did not hear her. He just ran... he took the long way around back to camp. He felt branches snagging his fur, but he just snarled, as if nature were his enemy. What was his enemy? His heart? Swiftflame? He shook his head, eyes closed as he kept running. He could not blame her. She was being.. well, her. But what was it that he felt? Just thinking about how he ditched her right there made his chest ache. He slowed down until he was a tail length from a large boulder. He sighed and gave his chest a few licks, attempting to supress the pain. It did not work. Did he make a mistake? He shuddered and slowly began walking towards camp again. He had to just think for himself.
"I will meet you at camp..." he whispered, not really knowing why he said that. She was nowhere in sight.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on May 7, 2008 6:04:40 GMT -5
Brambles tore through Swiftflame's pelt, leaving a trail of orange fur behind her, but she felt nothing. Why?? Why did I do that?? I've hardly known him for a day! Swiftflame's paw twisted in a rabbit hole [OOC: Umm actually I'm pretty sure those don't exist in the forest xD] and she fell in a painful heap, her paw throbbing now in addition to her heart. Swiftflame snarled, disgusted with herself. The hoot of an owl snapped her from her train of thought, its call echoing through the barren trees of leafbare. Shivering, she realized that the moon had risen already: it was truly night. What's the point in going back to camp? I don't want to see or hear Da- cats right now. Swiftflame avoided saying his name, even in her thoughts. No point in intentionally bringing on more internal pain. Wouldn't it just be best to forget about him, and go back to being blissfully ignorant of his existence? There was no way Darkmoon still liked her - he barely liked himself, let alone crazy cats like her who proclaimed their love for him when they barely knew him! With a sigh Swiftflame attempted to no avail to get more comfortable, and in defeat, laid her head on the cold rock beneath her. She had hoped for a dreamless sleep, but of course, her dreams centered on one cat and one cat alone: Darkmoon. Swiftflame's subconscious mind replayed memories of their conversations, and watching him hunt. She saw his sleek fur move over battle-hardened muscles, and his eyes glow with the excitement of the hunt. Swiftflame rolled over in her sleep, whimpering meaninglessly. Couldn't she escape from what she had so foolishly thrown away?
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Post by thisbecoconuts on May 7, 2008 7:19:50 GMT -5
Darkmoon had finally reached camp, looking like a wretch. Brambles were in his fur, and leaves sticking out of his pelt. He shook his body, trying to get it off and lifted his nose into the air. He was looking for one scent and one scent only... but... it was not there. Confused, he began to trot to the Warrior's Den. Nothing. Nursery? Nope. Medicine Cat Den! ...no. He frowned. Crap, crap, crap. He ran out of the camp, running blindly, trying to find the cat that set him free.
I should've thought this through... she's a she-cat for StarClan's sake! She's emotional. Man.. am I dumb or just relaly insensitive? He thought as he ran, his pelt flying through the night, the demonic cat being used to blend in with the night, with the darkness of the world. He hated himself at this moment, how could he hurt her? He did not see the rock. Or Swiftflame's head resting on it. He completely tripped over the two and his paw jammed under Swiftflame as his body kept going and only he felt the sprain of his front paw. With a yowl and landed on his side and closed his eyes from the pain. He inhaled slowly, and smiled. He smelled her. Was it because he was dying? Was this... Starclan? He opened his eyes. Not quite... she was there. Swiftflame. The pain disappeared from his paw. He looked at her and flinched as he put weight on his sprained paw. But it did not matter. She was here, in front of him.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on May 7, 2008 15:21:11 GMT -5
Swiftflame awoke when she and Darkmoon collided, and for a moment she was in pure StarClan [OOC:hehe weird expression] as she view his disheveled face. Then, the weight of what had happen crashed with a tangible weight upon her, and pain once again spread across her face. "Oh, Darkmoon. I'm sorry. I should go." Swiftflame's voice cracked with pain, and as she turned to stumble blindly away her sprained paw twisted beneath her once again. With a soft cry she fell in a heap, still trying desperately to escape from Darkmoon - what she had done to herself. All night Swiftflame's dreams had been filled with confusing thoughts, and she had somehow come to the conclusion that Darkmoon didn't like her, or enjoy her company. It was best just to try to forget about him. But how could one leave behind the one cat they didn't want to live without?
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