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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 2, 2007 18:41:35 GMT -5
Brackentail gave Brownpelt a smile smile, feeling encouraged by her words. 'So you and your dad get along do you?' he looked slightly envious, he would love to be on good terms with his father. He wondered if Brownpelt's mother was still around but he held his tongue. He knew that if a cat brought up his mother it would usually make him irritable, and he didn't want to irritate someone. He wished that he was still an apprentice, at least as one of them he blended in. As a warrior he stuck out like a sore thumb. He grinned at this, A sore thumb, that's me. He flicked his tail in slight amusement, thinking that his joke was a little funny. He wished that there were more cats in the clan like his mother, who just accepted him for what he was. He also wished that there was at least one cat that shared his opinions.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 2, 2007 18:47:40 GMT -5
Brownpelt only gave him a look, turning her soft brown head to the side. "He died... my uncle killed him a while ago. My mother died soon afer by a badger. It's just me and my brother... you would've liked Forestclaw, he was like you, never taking anything serious, but so gifted at everything.. he was incredible." The stinging memories of the deaths and her brother's departures hit her so hard, but she held back the tiny tear drops, trying to be strong. "Forestclaw left a while back..."
It wasn't as much as he left, than he was stolen by her uncle, then joined WindClan soon after... but he didn't have to know that.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 2, 2007 19:00:34 GMT -5
Brackentail stared at Brownpelt. 'I'm sorry.' he said as he looked at his paws. Curiousity tugged at him, Where was her brother? He struggled, trying now to ask, but he finally gave in. 'Where...' he hestitated again. 'Where is Forestclaw?' He wondered if he might meet him sometime. Wouldn't that be great?! he thought excitedly. Another cat that thinks like me. He flicked his tail, hoping that she would answer, but also hoping that she wouldn't get mad at him for asking. He looked closely at Brownpelt, watching for any signs of offense. He glanced up at the sky for a moment, the sky growing a bit lighter in the east. His ear flicked as he heard the first morning birds twitter, welcoming the new day.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 2, 2007 19:39:37 GMT -5
Shifting her weight, her eyes moved away from Brokentail's. "He left a while back, because our uncle stole him... trying to raise him as a rogue. He re-entered WindClan later on, but left... Clans aren't his style..." Memories swirled around, and she remembered his calico face.
"He was loads of fun, but I have no idea where he is.. last I saw him, he said he was leaving. He travels the loner lands I've hard from other patrols... occasionally coming to ShadowClan territory."
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 2, 2007 19:55:44 GMT -5
Brackentail nodded absently. He still hoped to meet him someday, though he knew that it wasn't very likely. He stared into the forest, his gold swirled eyes dwelling on the thought. 'What did he look like?' he asked, but regretted it the moment the words were out of his mouth. He looked nersously at Brownpelt, just waiting for her to react angrily. He gulped. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask that, you don't need to answer.' he looked at his paws and flicked an ear in annoyance at his recklessness. Now the only cat that had been the slightest bit like a friend to him, now he was sure he had lost the only cat that could be his friend.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 2, 2007 22:41:19 GMT -5
She smiled, not feeling one bit hurt. "No, it doesn't bother me. He was my only friend, and the best cat I'll ever know... but he's different now. He was fun, exciting, always getting around the rules. Now he's a bit more grim, but theres always a spark in his eyes. He's a calico, built like me with hazy green eyes." She smiled as the image of her brother slowly poured into her memory. "Everyone liked him... until he disappeared... then he became forgotten."
Turning around, she withheld her tears, running out of things to say of her brother. Feeling rather ashamed oh herself, she let out a deep sigh.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 3, 2007 8:09:04 GMT -5
Brackentail nodded as he heard the description of Forestclaw. His imagination traced him out and filled him with color until Brackentail had a firm picture of him in his mind. He glanced over at Brownpelt when he heard her sigh. He growled to himself, Know look what you did. He wanted to comfort her somehow, but didn't know quite what to do. He leaned over and gave her a small lick on her shoulder, which was the easiest place for him to lick. He looked at her sympathetically. 'I feel like crying when I think of my mother. She was the only friend I had but she died defending me in a loner attack.' He reflected on that moment, the quietness of the forest as he and his mother walked through the trees. The fright and surprise he felt as a loner pinned him to the ground. His mother leaping on it and then the fight that ensued. His mother had succeeded in sending the loner away howling but she had been mortally wounded. She died in his paws, and those last words that haunted him still, Never change Brackentail, never change...[/b]' he blinked as he came out of his revere. He half thought that it was happening right there all over again, his memories were so vivid, too vivid.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 3, 2007 17:48:22 GMT -5
"The loss of family and friends can be so strong, sometimes, I never think I can let it go.. not even when I'm an old elder." A small tear flowed out of her eye, as she gave him a nudge back. It had been so long since she had told someone and shared her feelings, that this new cat was almost a friend to her.
"I lost both my parents too, so I know the feeling. Both to unneeded attacks."
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 3, 2007 17:57:42 GMT -5
Brackentail nodded. 'Sometimes I have a hard time with the death of my mother. But I just try to remember that it's in the past, there's nothing I can do about it. Also, I'll see her again and she's always watchin' me.' he looked up at the sky with a small smile, his eyes shining bright as he gazed up at Silverpelt. He turned and saw the tear on her cheek. He licked it off gently and then jumped at his own boldness. He looked down at his paws, abashed, for a moment. The bad thing about night is that your emotions can get the better of you so quick, I mean even I was almost crying there for a moment. He smiled a little at this thought, he had never cried but once, and that was when his mother died.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 3, 2007 18:18:30 GMT -5
Brownpelt smiled as a tear prickled and fell off her face, being tried by Broken. "I suppose the only thing to do is trust in StarClan.. maybe its all we can do." Brownpelt believed in StarClan, not strongly, but her mother was a strong believer, and so was Ghost. He always was so impressed by their powers. She, was more serious, taking it sometimes as little kit stories.
"Sometimes.. I lose faith in StarClan..." she admitted, staring deep into his eyes.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 3, 2007 19:03:55 GMT -5
Bracketail nodded, 'Yes, it is the only thing we can do.' He meowed this solomnly, it was quite clear that he believed this thoroughly. He put his head to the side as she mentioned loosing faith in StarClan. Meeting her gaze evenly he spoke, 'Lose faith in StarClan? How?' Brackentail had never come to loosing faith in StarClan, he had always been a very strong believer since kit-hood. The thought had never occured to him, and it showed easily in his eyes. He flicked his tail as a grass blade tickled him and he felt a cricket brush against his paw. He shook his paw slightly, he hated bugs, ugly creepy crawly things.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 3, 2007 23:05:23 GMT -5
Shrugging, she turned her small shoulder away gently, not wanting to show this proud warrior her embarrassed face. "Ever since everyone I held dear left me, I wondered how can there be a StarClan." She realized that this probably sounded rather stupid and absurd, but it all made sense to her.
Turning back around to face him, she let our a deep, passionate sigh.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 4, 2007 8:24:02 GMT -5
Brackentail nodded. He didn't really understand but there were plenty of things that he didn't really understand. He had taken a long time to become a warrior because of it. 'Well,' he answered with a shrug. 'I only had one person who was really close to me at all, so I probably can't know how you feel. Well, I guess I might, I lost my mother but I think one would feel different if they went through something more than once. It was hard enough loosing one cat that I was close to, but for that to happen more than once...' he shivered, not being able to find the words necessary to describe how awful that sounded.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 4, 2007 18:00:55 GMT -5
"It can be certainly depressing.. I lost my father and mother only three days apart.. it was so unfair. I was a young apprentice, and my brother was still in the rogues. But then he came to WindClan, and for those few moons, he was fun and we'd see each other.. but it all changed when he left. Cats born in a different Clan are always treated different." It was certainly sad for her, and her thoughts were even sadder. Sometimes she wished to run away, too, like her brother.. but that was all good in her head, but she was too loyal, too strong willed.
Survival was hard out in the open, and she loved her Clan. They were her peace and her world, she would never leave, no matter how much she missed her brother.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 4, 2007 18:12:18 GMT -5
Brackentail nodded again. 'I wouldn't be very happy if that happened.' he stated. He tried hard to think of something to cheer Brownpelt up with. 'Well, at least you have friends in the clan.' he started optomistically. 'And you'll see your parents again! and your brother too probably. Until then you have a clan, a home, protection, friends. A lot of times I've noticed that cats tend to think about the bad things going on, ignoring the good things altogether.' He looked at her mischeviously. 'And you know what cheers a cat up quickest? A wrestle!' he crouched down with a grin. It was true, for him at least, wrestles always took his mind off of his troubles. He waited expentantly, looking in Brownpelt's eyes, he was certain that there was some playfulness in there somewhere. She just needed to find it.
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