Post by M ! n t p e | t on May 15, 2009 12:13:23 GMT -5
WINTERFROST &&;|;
Ah; yes. Life was sweet. A wonderful thing. But, a darker side that some haven’t seen yet — but, it is ready to reveal it’s self, soon. You should .watch out.
Winterfrost had hear this time and time again. Would it never get old? Would they never truly see the horrible darkness? No, no, they may or they may not. The alabaster she-cat’s kissers formed into a stone grimace, worrisome and wary of the dense forestry setting. So, would darkness forever inclose her and her sister? She wished she could say – no, lie – “That isn’t true, we’ll escape from the terrifying memories, regrets, guilt, and pain” but, could that ever exactly be honest? No, no, she would be lied to and a liar for the rest of her eternity. Morbidly thinking over the conflicted thoughts again and again, this was not something unusual for the ivory she-cat; it was to happen again after this, haunting her. A sigh emitting from her chest cavity, racking through the area that was cleared and, eerily, silent, the only noise being complete dead silence... how was that? No birds chirped or trilled; was that just her imagination? Were they really there singing? Maybe, maybe that or she was reflecting on things that didn’t exist once again. Assessing the surroundings with a watchful eye, the timid and fearful lass also thought of something, something she’d never exactly brought herself to, although implied — she would, most likely, never trust anyone ever again; she hardly trusted those in her tiny family circle for StarClan’s sake! Another thing dawned on her; she and Echodrop were often remarked on their differences and such, as if being judged to each other, and how “They looked so alike, but acted so differently from each other!” most, she assumed, thought that Echodrop was greater; greater an opponent; greater a chatter; practically greater a everything — yet she found no envy, jealousy. Not at all. Suppose, she guessed, they were fire and ice — she, calm and forever still, like the ice that seals gorgeous flowing water miserably, and burning fire the singes anything good or whatever; maybe they were both wreckers of anything lovely? Perhaps, but now was not the time to think upon their actions of the past and such. No, not yet.
{{ ECHODROP;;ScrEaM }}
Air washes and whips against her face, once more a facade of darkness and a statue complex. Echodrop. Yes, she’d heard her name millions of times, but, Echodrop? Who had come up with such a name? No, she didn’t dislike it, nor hate it, it just was... more unique seeming to her. Odd. But, those thoughts were just covering up feelings and emotions that were well concealed, to never be released, at least, not publically. Never, only her sibling would know her true thoughts and emotions. No one else. She, too, like Winterfrost was wandering at an aimless direction around the forest area, there to linger upon their own thoughts. A deep graveness, morbidness filled both of them, thinking of their loss family members and broken past, chunks of them seemed to be spread across the universe, never truly with them. So, how about letting everything free at this moment? Rage? Sorrow? Confusion? Fear? Yes, alone, everything could go. So, she would allow it to flow and shriek with it’s own voice. It’s own lyrics of a mournful song. “WHY?! Why’d you have to take momma and the rest from me?!” Despair coursed through her limbs, nerves, and entire body; she felt like a wailing kit, but she didn’t care! Usually hidden tears welled in her eyes, and she fought the urge to truly allow herself to sob loudly. Failure. Yes, an immense feel of failure — completely and totally failure. Who had she failed? When? Why? How? No one. No one but her insane, quirky, “Circus” of a family long ago. She felt as if she’d betrayed them a lifetime ago, yet still somehow feeling like it was recent, but she’d betrayed them. Or, so she’d felt. To begin with, the she-cat’s mind was twirling and spiraling, never really coming to a stop; her orbs were wet, and dark tracks of tears ran along the cheeks of her alabaster face. A few sobs racked from her chest cavity, but the feline’s sobs sounded broken; they stopped abruptly, as she gazed along the fringes of the trees and bushes, flowers, herbs... all so beautiful. Did they feel like she did? No, plans didn’t have feelings. Surely they didn’t. Surely. And so, she set out to find her nearly totally identical ivory Twin.
WINTERFROST &&;|;
Winterfrost’s ears seemed to catch a voice — no, a shriek. She didn’t think she could take another death. No Panic racking through her, the she-cat forced calm upon herself; everything was fine. Everything had to be. But, it faded to a mere echo of a vocal imagination; so she tried to ignore it best she could although she couldn’t help but to think that the voice sounded familiar... that was another thing — she was just hearing the voice of her sibling, screaming something that sounded nearly ‘inaudible’. Incapable of carrying on for the moment, she stood there, her salmon tongue rolling in a panicked pant. Her amber orbs flicked around, looking for any sign of life in the dead-seeming forest; nothing but the chirping of birds, and the rustling of vermin hidden in the ferns and other undergrowth. Nothing. Surprised yet not, the lass’s beautiful ivory coat looked like a mere shadow of a phantom as she pattered away from the scene where she’d panicked and heard the voice; she was moving forward — maybe not from some thing’s, but from that. Her whiskers quavered as she inhaled the scents of the earthy area around her; perhaps a bit of hunting would get her back on her paws — now that the thought came to mind, she was starving. Her belly rumbled, but she ignored it as she dropped into a hunter’s stalk; her orbs intenser than ever, her ears pricked in the direction of her prey, and she was hyperalert — she was ready. Once she felt she was close enough to the tiny nibbling vermin, she tensed her bodice, haunches tensing,..... and sprang in a great, huge leap, like a tiger, her claws meeting in the flesh of the warm and moist creature; it didn’t have time to squeal. She killed it clean and swift. She decided quickly that she would eat this herself; besides, she’d brought prey back to camp around dawn that morning, and she would bring back more to fill the Clan’s bellies once more. Taking her first bite slowly, the moist and warm flesh filling her senses, she finished the mouse in a few ravenous gulps, soon the creature was nearly entirely devoured except for it’s fragile bones. Licking her kissers with a salmon tongue, whiskers and ears twitching, she felt... satisfied with the meal — a lovely feeling indeed.
XX...,,NOTES,,...XX
[x]Muse ; Excellent! Truly the best I’ve really ever had~
[x]Music ; None, although usually I don’t survive a thread without it xP
[x]Time ; hmm... two days, maybe? ._.; woo.
[x]Copyright ; Copyright to; © Mintpelt.
[x]For ; truly, really no one in actuality; basically for all of the DawnClan cats’.
[x]Puppets ; Echodrop and Winterfrost luffs <3
[x]Comments ; It might’ve rambled a bit, but I think it’s pretty darn awesome! Okay, I tend to exaggerate, but I was plannin’ this out since the day I decided to create Winterfrost and Echodrop – what an great choice, it being they’ve brought my muse to it’s ultimate high!~ Anything I am forgetting? Hmmm... Oh, ohh! The muse flowed a bit odd, but, it was an okee starter, I think... gives you a taste of the true them.
[x]Words ; 1193, I think... yayness.
[x]Last comment ; Come join in; open to only Three/four RolePlayers, guyys.
Ah; yes. Life was sweet. A wonderful thing. But, a darker side that some haven’t seen yet — but, it is ready to reveal it’s self, soon. You should .watch out.
Winterfrost had hear this time and time again. Would it never get old? Would they never truly see the horrible darkness? No, no, they may or they may not. The alabaster she-cat’s kissers formed into a stone grimace, worrisome and wary of the dense forestry setting. So, would darkness forever inclose her and her sister? She wished she could say – no, lie – “That isn’t true, we’ll escape from the terrifying memories, regrets, guilt, and pain” but, could that ever exactly be honest? No, no, she would be lied to and a liar for the rest of her eternity. Morbidly thinking over the conflicted thoughts again and again, this was not something unusual for the ivory she-cat; it was to happen again after this, haunting her. A sigh emitting from her chest cavity, racking through the area that was cleared and, eerily, silent, the only noise being complete dead silence... how was that? No birds chirped or trilled; was that just her imagination? Were they really there singing? Maybe, maybe that or she was reflecting on things that didn’t exist once again. Assessing the surroundings with a watchful eye, the timid and fearful lass also thought of something, something she’d never exactly brought herself to, although implied — she would, most likely, never trust anyone ever again; she hardly trusted those in her tiny family circle for StarClan’s sake! Another thing dawned on her; she and Echodrop were often remarked on their differences and such, as if being judged to each other, and how “They looked so alike, but acted so differently from each other!” most, she assumed, thought that Echodrop was greater; greater an opponent; greater a chatter; practically greater a everything — yet she found no envy, jealousy. Not at all. Suppose, she guessed, they were fire and ice — she, calm and forever still, like the ice that seals gorgeous flowing water miserably, and burning fire the singes anything good or whatever; maybe they were both wreckers of anything lovely? Perhaps, but now was not the time to think upon their actions of the past and such. No, not yet.
{{ ECHODROP;;ScrEaM }}
Air washes and whips against her face, once more a facade of darkness and a statue complex. Echodrop. Yes, she’d heard her name millions of times, but, Echodrop? Who had come up with such a name? No, she didn’t dislike it, nor hate it, it just was... more unique seeming to her. Odd. But, those thoughts were just covering up feelings and emotions that were well concealed, to never be released, at least, not publically. Never, only her sibling would know her true thoughts and emotions. No one else. She, too, like Winterfrost was wandering at an aimless direction around the forest area, there to linger upon their own thoughts. A deep graveness, morbidness filled both of them, thinking of their loss family members and broken past, chunks of them seemed to be spread across the universe, never truly with them. So, how about letting everything free at this moment? Rage? Sorrow? Confusion? Fear? Yes, alone, everything could go. So, she would allow it to flow and shriek with it’s own voice. It’s own lyrics of a mournful song. “WHY?! Why’d you have to take momma and the rest from me?!” Despair coursed through her limbs, nerves, and entire body; she felt like a wailing kit, but she didn’t care! Usually hidden tears welled in her eyes, and she fought the urge to truly allow herself to sob loudly. Failure. Yes, an immense feel of failure — completely and totally failure. Who had she failed? When? Why? How? No one. No one but her insane, quirky, “Circus” of a family long ago. She felt as if she’d betrayed them a lifetime ago, yet still somehow feeling like it was recent, but she’d betrayed them. Or, so she’d felt. To begin with, the she-cat’s mind was twirling and spiraling, never really coming to a stop; her orbs were wet, and dark tracks of tears ran along the cheeks of her alabaster face. A few sobs racked from her chest cavity, but the feline’s sobs sounded broken; they stopped abruptly, as she gazed along the fringes of the trees and bushes, flowers, herbs... all so beautiful. Did they feel like she did? No, plans didn’t have feelings. Surely they didn’t. Surely. And so, she set out to find her nearly totally identical ivory Twin.
WINTERFROST &&;|;
Winterfrost’s ears seemed to catch a voice — no, a shriek. She didn’t think she could take another death. No Panic racking through her, the she-cat forced calm upon herself; everything was fine. Everything had to be. But, it faded to a mere echo of a vocal imagination; so she tried to ignore it best she could although she couldn’t help but to think that the voice sounded familiar... that was another thing — she was just hearing the voice of her sibling, screaming something that sounded nearly ‘inaudible’. Incapable of carrying on for the moment, she stood there, her salmon tongue rolling in a panicked pant. Her amber orbs flicked around, looking for any sign of life in the dead-seeming forest; nothing but the chirping of birds, and the rustling of vermin hidden in the ferns and other undergrowth. Nothing. Surprised yet not, the lass’s beautiful ivory coat looked like a mere shadow of a phantom as she pattered away from the scene where she’d panicked and heard the voice; she was moving forward — maybe not from some thing’s, but from that. Her whiskers quavered as she inhaled the scents of the earthy area around her; perhaps a bit of hunting would get her back on her paws — now that the thought came to mind, she was starving. Her belly rumbled, but she ignored it as she dropped into a hunter’s stalk; her orbs intenser than ever, her ears pricked in the direction of her prey, and she was hyperalert — she was ready. Once she felt she was close enough to the tiny nibbling vermin, she tensed her bodice, haunches tensing,..... and sprang in a great, huge leap, like a tiger, her claws meeting in the flesh of the warm and moist creature; it didn’t have time to squeal. She killed it clean and swift. She decided quickly that she would eat this herself; besides, she’d brought prey back to camp around dawn that morning, and she would bring back more to fill the Clan’s bellies once more. Taking her first bite slowly, the moist and warm flesh filling her senses, she finished the mouse in a few ravenous gulps, soon the creature was nearly entirely devoured except for it’s fragile bones. Licking her kissers with a salmon tongue, whiskers and ears twitching, she felt... satisfied with the meal — a lovely feeling indeed.
XX...,,NOTES,,...XX
[x]Muse ; Excellent! Truly the best I’ve really ever had~
[x]Music ; None, although usually I don’t survive a thread without it xP
[x]Time ; hmm... two days, maybe? ._.; woo.
[x]Copyright ; Copyright to; © Mintpelt.
[x]For ; truly, really no one in actuality; basically for all of the DawnClan cats’.
[x]Puppets ; Echodrop and Winterfrost luffs <3
[x]Comments ; It might’ve rambled a bit, but I think it’s pretty darn awesome! Okay, I tend to exaggerate, but I was plannin’ this out since the day I decided to create Winterfrost and Echodrop – what an great choice, it being they’ve brought my muse to it’s ultimate high!~ Anything I am forgetting? Hmmm... Oh, ohh! The muse flowed a bit odd, but, it was an okee starter, I think... gives you a taste of the true them.
[x]Words ; 1193, I think... yayness.
[x]Last comment ; Come join in; open to only Three/four RolePlayers, guyys.
