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Post by Kestrelflight on Feb 13, 2011 9:09:03 GMT -6
Whisperwind
"Waiting for the end to come Wishing I had strenght to stand This is not what I had planned It’s out of my control..."
Whisperwind wasn't afraid. Some would call his lack of fear foolhardy, but he knew it was not. He was not carless in his courage, he was simply driven. He was driven by guilt, loss, pain, sorrow, revenge, hate and fury. The combined within him, replacing his fear and making him into the apprentice he was today. He didnt like to reflect on the events that had brought him to where he was, but knew he must. They were what fueled him, as essential to him as the air that filled his lungs. The memories, as sharp as if the terrors of his past had transpired only the day before, were what reminded him daily of who he was and what he was destined to do. Vengence was his to seek, his to train for and his to obtain. Vengence for Volefur and Liongaze, his mother and father who were slain by Windclan while he watched frozen with horror. And Vengence for Hushedkit, his beloved sister who's short life was stolen by the scum that dared to call themselves a clan, that claimed they lived by the Warrior Code, that had stolen his other half - leaving Whisperwind empty and hollow.
He stood now at the borders. There was a small clearing near the border with Windclan that Whisperwind liked to claim as his own. This was where, apart from training with his mentor, Whisperwind came to train himself. There were things the Thunderclan warriors didn't teach, and rightfully so. They didnt train their warriors to be hardened, grueling and merciless. They had no need. Whisperwind would only need the skills he drilled into himself once, on the day he extracted his revenge. None needed be hurt by him, none but the warriors of Windclan that had stolen his life away. They would pay, and hopefully they would realize his mistake as they died at his paws.
Will that really make anything better? He hissed at himself as his thoughts got the better of him. While he yearned for vengence, for payment for the death of his family, he knew it would never make him happy. What he had lost could not be returned or repayed. He had been pacing restlessly, his tail lashing, but now he had stopped. He had a scowl on his handsome features, his eyes were stormy. He sat down, facing the Windclan border. His eyes roamed the moors. His head now hung and the scowl slowly melted away to be replaced by sorrow. Moons had passed, but Whisperpaw had never healed. He didn't expect himself to heal. Some had tried to reach out to him, but in vain. He masked his grief and confusion with confidence and an aloof nature. The clan knew of his hatred of Windclanners and so let him be.
Nothing you do will bring them back. And that was the worst part. He could fight all he wanted, he could hate all he wanted, but in the end everything was the same. Volefur, Liongaze and Hushedkit were dead and no amount of vengence at Whisperwind's paws would bring them back to life. It hurt, but it was a realization that he knew was true though he preferred to deny. He hung his head, tears forming in his eyes as he whispered both to himself and to the Windclan warriors that had entered the Nursery that awful night.
"Why? Why didn't you kill me too? Why did you have to leave me alone? Will you just come back and finish your job? Take me away. You had already take Volefur and Liongaze, why did you take Hushedkit away from me too?" He felt the loss of his sister deeply. The two had been inseperable. They had imagined themselves as apprentices and then warriors together. They would trade off being leader and deputy of Thunderclan, the greatest of them all. Somehow, though they meant to trade off, Hushedkit always got to be leader and Whisperkit was deputy. Whisperkit had resented this, he always said that he wanted to be leader. Hushedkit always claimed it first. The worst part was, after Hushedkit was gone, Whisperkit couldn't help but think with tears pouring down his cheeks that he would let his sister be leader each and every time if he would have just come home. Hushedkit didn't come home and Whisperkit didn't play anymore.
Whisperwind, lost in his grief and convinced he was alone, never noticed his clanmate behind him.
"Flying at the speed of light Thoughts were spinning in my head So many things were left unsaid It’s hard to let you go..."
Character: Whisperwind Tagged: X Word Count: 870 Listening To: Waiting For The End - Linkin Park Comments: X
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Post by Jaywing on Feb 26, 2011 10:52:46 GMT -6
Blackpelt The snow was half way to her dark gray-black belly as she walked through the snow. Her amber eyes gazed thoughtfully at the winter wonderland that had become her forest home. Since she had left camp to take a stroll and get some time away from Jaywing and Lionclaw, her brothers, she had felt so free from their protective gazes. So here she was, walking through the powdery white snow, searching for something to do, someone to talk to. A new scent floated into her muzzle and she opened her jaws to see what it was. ThunderClan cat. WindClan border. Squirrel! She instinctively dropped into a hunter's crouch and crept forward.
A nearby bird spotted the dark colored feline in the white snow and called the alarm. The squirrel bolted for a tree but Blackpelt was too fast for it. She pounced, paws stretched out, claws unsheathed, and killed the prey quickly. "Thank you, Starclan, for this wonderful gift." she whispered to the gray sky before picking up the squirrel in her jaws and heading back to camp. Half way there, she scented that ThunderClan cat again, right where he was before. She flicked an ear nervously as she headed toward it. Then she saw the tom, a creamy colored fellow. She scented the air and realized she hadn't seen him around lately. She set her squirrel into the snow.
Curious, she cautiously padded over to him. "Hello there." her beautiful voice rang softly in the silent forest. She noticed he seemed a little down. "Are you all right?" she asked, concerned for her clanmate. She padded a few paces closer so she stood by his side, her tail resting on the center of his back. It was instinct for Blackpelt to help another clanmate, to make sure they felt all right. Her amber eyes gazed thoughtfully at him, reassuringly, kindly. Her dark gray-black pelt alerted another bird as it called the alarm and fled. She looked at the trees and snorted before turning her attention back to the tom.
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Post by Kestrelflight on Feb 27, 2011 2:00:31 GMT -6
Whisperwind
"Waiting for the end to come Wishing I had strenght to stand This is not what I had planned It’s out of my control..."
Whisperwind jumped ever so slightly at the sound of his clanmate's voice. "Are you all right?" His claws unsheathed and buried into the soft ground under his paws to keep him anchored. He snorted and shook his head, eyes narrowed. Whisperwind was irritable and generally unpleasant by nature. Being interrupted in his private grief made him even more so. "Why don't you ask a real question instead of one that warrents a fake answer." He hated when others asked him if he was alright. What was alright? They just wanted you to say yes so they could feel good about having been concerned. Of course if you said no, then they poked and prodded into your business where they really had no business being. It infuriated him to no end. So he chose option C - don't answer. His tail lashed against his legs as he slowly withdrew his claws from the dirt and sheathed them. He turned away from the Windclan border. They were not his concern. If he should be loitering anywhere, it should be on the Shadowclan border. They were the scum who had murdered his parents and little sister. He scowled and brushed past Blackpelt.
As far as he was concerned, the conversation that had never been was over. Many were familiar enough with him to know it was usually better not to approach Whisperwind unless he approached you. He didn't want anyone's help and didn't need it. He was a skilled and experianced warrior at twenty five moons old and had been taking care of himself for long enough. He brushed into the towering Thunderclan trees, his tail tip vanishing with a flick into the bushes. He didn't care if he left Blackpelt. If he knew anything about bothersome cats, she would most likely just follow him anyways. He glanced around him at the towering pines. His claws unsheathed again as he crouched, bunching his muscles as his eyes landed on a low hanging branch. He propelled himself forward, clawing his way onto the branch and up the tree as he leapt from branch to branch. He liked sitting high in the trees. It made him feel powerful, like no one would ever see him or get to him again.
I shouldn't have just ditched her.. His thoughts felt slightly guilty. She wasn't as annoying as most of her clanmates, but he couldn't help envying her for her two living siblings. Of course, he was completely unware of his own living sister - renamed Smokeshadow - living in Shadowclan happily unaware of her Thunderclan origins. His tail flicked and he muttered to himself. "She'll get over it, I'm not going back." He crouched moodily in the branches. Resting his head on his paws and laying out stretched along the thick branch. His tail hung lazily below him, flicking back and forth. He glanced at the ground, almost waiting for Blackpelt to pad under him in confusion. In a way, it was almost better like this. He wasn't one for getting close to people.
"Flying at the speed of light Thoughts were spinning in my head So many things were left unsaid It’s hard to let you go..."
Character: Whisperwind Tagged: Open/Blackpelt Word Count: 653 Listening To: Waiting For The End - Linkin Park Comments: X
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Post by Jaywing on Mar 1, 2011 15:41:50 GMT -6
Blackpelt Blackpelt didn't flinch at his rude remark. She just gazed at him with her amber eyes. Then he stormed away, lashing his tail. She couldn't help but feel pity for him. She had heard he lost his family. She had lost her mother, but knew she wasn't allowed to feel as bad as him, a cat who had lost more than just his mother. She walked him stalk through the forest and disappear. She gingerly picked up her squirrel and carried it back to camp. Putting it in the fresh kill pile, she trekked from camp and back into the forest. Now that she was back in the forest, his scent was easy to pick up. She followed it, determined, and found him on the ShadowClan border.
Blackpelt didn't dare join him in the tree, feeling he had a right to personal space. "Um... I'm sorry for intruding a second time, but if you want to talk, I'm here to listen." she said softly. It was in Blackpelt's nature to care about her clanmates, no matter how rude or snappy they were. She thought back to her brothers and knew how they loved her, and protected her. Blackpelt knew that Whisperwind didn't have that, and that made the dark gray she-cat cherish her brothers all the more. Her beautiful amber eyes gazed at the tom thoughtfully, but also worriedly. She was concerned, knowing that bottled feelings could cause health problems. She sighed and jumped onto the branch next to him, but sat a few tail lengths away, giving him space. "Please? Talk to me. I want nothing more but to help." her voice betrayed her concern for her clanmate, as well as her innocence.
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