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It was night. The Thunderpawth was near empty. Alone in the center where there would have been a double yellow line had this not been such a small road, but where there instead was a gap between two single yellow dashes, sat a cat. From the eyes of a ThunderClan cat he would appear to be all black, while from the eyes of a ShadowClan member, he'd be white.
He was asking for death, sitting here. At any moment a monster could come and crush him, for he had no intention of moving. Or a ThunderClan patrol could chase him away for being too close. Or a group of ShadowClan warriors could kill him on the spot for even thinking to come so close to their territory.
But Brokensoul didn't care, why should he? He had nothing left. His Clan, his rank, his love, his unborn kits, his life had been stripped away from him like bark from a tree. Flattening his mismatched ears, then flicking them back up, Brokensoul stared straight ahead of him.
Then came the trembling underfoot. Depite himself, his heart fluttered in his chest. A pur unadultered terror gripped him, but only for an instant. He fought it down with a passion and continued staring ahead. Heat found a place on his back and light spilled infront of him. A monster was approaching from behind.
With all this warning, Brokensoul could have easily turned and darted away without a second thought. He didn't.
The Twoleg did not se him until the last second. In fact, he hardly saw him at all. And what he saw gave him quite a fright. Half of a white cat was the first thing that sprang to his intelligent eyes. Then the light illuminated the other, the black, half. The Twoleg's first thought was to just crush the little demon, but his conscious wouldn't let him.
The fur along the cat's spine stood on end, as well as the hair along his neck and his tail. The monster swerved around him with a deafaning noise. The noise started when it was about two fox-lengths away and continued for another seven.
Blinking grit out of his eye and clearing away nausea with a few flicks of his ears, Brokensoul smiled. He watched the lights of the monster get smaller and smaller until the automotive turned a corner and disappeared from view, and Brokensoul was shrouded in empty blackness once more, the road and world around him illuminated only by the moon and stars.
His muscles felt stiff from sitting for so long, as well as from not fleeing when the animal terror had gripped him. Brokensoul ignored it. He was safe from any monster that came by, for he knew they would swerve. Many of the Twolegs around this area were supersticious. Despite how much they hated black cats, they would not think of harming one intentionally. Though Brokensoul was only half black, his contrasting coloration made him see all the more demon-possessed to any Twoleg who believed in such a thing.
But he was asking for death. If a Twoleg did not see him until past the last second, if they weren't sober, or if they just didn't give a care at all, he would be flattened. Not only was the threat of a monster hanging over his head, but there was also the threat of the Clans.
As aforesaid, a ThunderClan might chase him off and hope for an easy scare away. He would not give them the indulgence of moving him without a scratch to their pelts. He would fight, and he would recieve many more wounds than he could inflict, and he would know the consequences and the outcome, a possibility that could result in his death, but he would fight.
And then there was, as mentioned, ShadowClan. They would kill him upon site and ask questions later. Any pure white cat was not safe from their fury, lest they see the cat from head on. But if they spotted it from the side, right or left, the poor innocent would be dead before he could even raise a claw.
The innocent, or the guilty. Not a single cat did Brokensoul know of who was white and had black eyes. Blue, green, amber, a blend or mixture of the two, or even a color not mentioned there, such as silver or red or violet, but never black. One look at the white side of his pelt and the black eye and they would be on him like a hawk on a mouse. When they saw his other half, the black side with the white eye, their suspicious would be confirmed.
He was the cat they hunted. Many believed that a simple exile was not enough for him. No, not for desposing of one of his leader's lives, taking a mate in another Clan, attacking his Clanmates in a battle with RiverClan, and attempting to murder their new deputy. No, he was a dead cat, condemned by his actions. But as of yet, no one could get their paws on him.
Despite the fact that he was lank from hunger, his ribs cearly visable and his strength not what it once was, Brokensoul held another disadvantage. No, it was not that he had a clearly distinctive pelt, for no other cat born of two cats of a solid pigment that differed from one another had a pelt like his. A gray cat and a brown did not make a half gray, half brown going vertically. Hotizontally perhaps, with a gray belly and a brown top, but not how his was. No, his disadvantage was something different.
Many just thoguht it the will of StarClan that his eyes were perfectly opposite from eachother and from the pelt that they resided on. But that was not the truth. No one, save his deceased parents, knew the truth. For Brokensoul had been born with two black eyes. The one on his left side, now white, did not just change over the years, the pigment being its only difference.
No, at a young age, Brokensoul had gone blind in one eye. A curse from StarClan for the murderous thoughts that haunted his subconsious mind, perhaps. But the left eye had lost its color from blindness, not from natural causes.
Ah well, at least his subconscious thoughts hadn't been banished when he was exiled. No, what no one knew was that the unborn kits in Splitcurrent's belly, his mate, had not been the first and only litter, a one that never made it. No, the gray she-cat and the contradicting pelted tom had concieved another child. A cat who's pelt was a blend of silvers, blacks, and whites. A cat who's eyes were a glassy, white shade of ice blue.
Echopaw, of WindClan.
OoC// If you can find a way to, you can reply. But only a ThunderClan or ShadowClan cat may. Kittypets, Loners, or Rouges are fine, too. And yes, I know on Echopaw's bio it says she was born of two rouges (Chrome and Frost). I'm making Echopaw a new bio.
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and i give it all away
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« Reply #1 on Nov 20, 2006, 5:07pm » | |
Like a bird she floated over the ground. Paws barely touching, light as feathers. Her pelt smoothed and flat not a hair moving from its place. Eyes of ices and points of a seal almost the cat slipped into the darkness. She heard a distant roar as a monster came. Pausing and liftting a paw in the air she waited. Letitng the night sounds and smells become embedded in her viens. Crickets churpped nearby, and an owl hooted in the distance. Its eyes yellow and huge fixed on a certain point before its mighty wings spread apart and it soared. Its bulk was hidden by the shadows and a squel followed his take off. Sure enough vermin had fallen victim to the mighty beast of the night. And still the cat was frozen not moving an inch. A familiar scent washed over her. The stench of monsters and a feline. It was different neither from Shadow or Thunder. A few hairs pricked up slightly and her ears went flat. Eyes gleamed and slowly like a bird she soared again. Paws lifting and dancing as she bounded forward. Her pelt rustled lightly and her flight was broken by sound. She stopped once her paws touched the thunderpath. Tar and gravel hard underneath her pads. And Sure enough there was a strange cat. She could only see the blackness of his pelt. Cautiously she took a step onto the path and walked across. Keeping quiet and barely breathing. She wouldn't pounce and she wouldn't attack but she would defend herself if needed. What are you doing in these parts!?! Is it a little lost kittypet or a rogue looking to get himself into trouble!?! She spat. Her fangs glinted as she pronounced every word with a slight staccato. Making sure no monsters where coming she crouched and flicked her tail back and for angrily. Her ears where flat blending into the pelt that swallowed them up.
OOC: Sorta at a Loss of muse
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.x.my.december.x.
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« Reply #2 on Nov 20, 2006, 6:47pm » | |
Brokensoul's ears swiveld to the side as he heard the words. With a single blink of mismatched eyes, the cat turned his head and stared toward ThunderClan territory, his eyes practically going straight throug hthe she-cat that was there. In fact, it took him a moment to see her. He had to turn his head in such a way that he could see out of his black eye, his white being blinded and all.
A faint smile played on his features, but when he spoke, there was a hint of a malicious growl beneath it. "Do I look at all little, lost, or like a kittypet?" he said in a voice like suade. A purr had hidden itself beneath the wods, or ws it a growl? "Yes," he admitted. "I am a rouge, but I'm not neccessarily looking for trouble. True enough, I am sitting in the midst of a Thunderpath, but I am neither on your territory, nor on ShadowClan's."
He stared at the cat. The unnaturally sharp vision in his one working eye could pick out the look of the she-cat's pelt with the help of stars and moon. He recognized her from gatherings: Arrowheart. Brokensoul hadn't a doubt she would recognize him. All the Clans did. It may have well been a law in the Warrior Code to know every Clan's leader, deputy, and Medicine Cat. Not only that, but there wasn't anothre cat who looked like him, and lastly, he had been exiled at a Gathering, in front of all the Clans.
They all bloody well knew who he was.
So what was she playing at, asking if he was a kittypet? Surely she could clearly depict his pelt with the faint light coming from the heavens. He shoved the thought from his mind and stared at the she-cat.
If she wanted a fight, she'd get one. She seemed to be alone, yes, Brokensoul could not smell another ThunderClan cat hiding in the brush. And even though he may be skinny and half starved, he certainly was larger and had become deputy, which must have counted for something. He could take her, if it came to it...
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and i give it all away
just to have somewhere to go to
give it all away
to have someone to come home to |
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« Reply #3 on Dec 4, 2006, 11:31am » | |
Dreamsoul suddenly padded onto the Thunderpath. "What's going on?" She asked her clanmate (Name please? I'm assuming Sparkpaw...). She noticed her clanmates obvious anger by the way her fur was on edge. Dreamsoul then noticed the cat in the middle of the thunderpath. His pelt was tabby and his look was menacing. Dreamsoul wondered whether or not he was looking for a fight. Her clanmate seemed to be after one. Dreamsoul knew that a fight would not be wise. Every available warrior was needed to keep Riverclan from taking the Sunningrocks. If one of them was injured in a fight Thunderclan would be mising a valuable piece. Even though Dreamsoul wasn't a very good fighter she could still helpout in other ways while avoiding the many claws that would extend towards her.
Dreamsoul wondered what the tom was thinking. He had a look about him like he was... Dreamsoul couldn't explain the look. She instead, deciding a fight was pointless, stepped in front of her clanmate. "Is he doing anything wrong by sitting on the thunderpath? Better there then chewing prey in our territory. Leave him alone. He'll either by hit or come onto a clan territory and suffer when a patrol catches him."
Dreamsoul was beginning to get the feeling she knew this cat. Like he was firmilar. However she shoved the thought aside as she faced her clanmate. Keeping one eyes on the tom, least he try anything.
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« Reply #4 on Jan 14, 2007, 8:20pm » | |
OoC// Not tabby. Half black, half white. =D
Brokensoul's head tilted as he surveyed the newcomer. What was her name? Oh, yes, how could he forget? She shared his second name. Dreamsoul. His eyebrows raised, the black one showing bored curiosity, the blind white one as blank and nonchalant as ever. His ears pricked as she spoke, and a faint chuckle escaped his lips.
Yes, a trip into Clan territory might be something exciting, getting itno a fight with a couple of Clan cats, inflicting wounds they couldn't afford. He didn't bother to stop and think that if it came to such, he would probably be overpowered and killed or else taken prisoner. StarClan knows that the whole forest would like him dead, ShadowClan especially. So perhaps ThunderClan would not kill him. They would keep him alive long enough for his ex-clanmates to do the honors.
He chilled just thinking about a fight. Oh how long it had been since he'd heard the blood roaring in his ears, tasted the flesh of a fellow cat as he inflicted wounds with his teeth, felt the tear of fur and skin as his claws ripped at an enemy. And in equal, how long since he had experienced the enemy's own wounds back on himself. He suddenly felt the urge to launch himself upon the two ThunderClan warriors, perhaps murder them and make him even more dreaded, more hated. The though tosunded appealing, but he stayed still, his tail flicking against the asphault. In the distance he oculd hear the roar of a monster, but he paid it no heed. It was too far away to worry about and only getting farther.
Brokensoul flicked his black ear once, then was still. His head was turned ninety degrees to the left so that he could see the Clan cats. He blinked, once. Then in a sudden fluid movement, so sudden that it seemed there was no transition, he was on his paws. He shook his half and half pelt, small crimbles of tar raining from his fur and sprinkling with a faint tinkling sound onto the Thunderpath.
"Truly you do not recognize me?" Brokensoul said in an amused tone. He could see that something about him struck the she-cats' memories (his pelt, no doubt), but it was quite shocking, in fact, that they honestly had no idea as to who he was. "Shall I do the honors then? For I certainly know you, Dreamsoul and Arrowheart. It does truly come as a shock to me that you should not know my name, but perhaps its just a trick of the light that stunts your memories?" he glanced up at the moon which threw shadows over the Thunderpath for emphasis. "Brokensoul," he said nonchalantly, eyes still angled toward the moon. "Former ShadowClan deputy, exiled for attempted murder, betrayal, and disloyalty, at your service." As he finished, he bent his head away from Silverpelt to survey the two she-cats and await their responses.
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and i give it all away
just to have somewhere to go to
give it all away
to have someone to come home to |
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