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Post by l_ovelies on Jan 30, 2010 17:35:48 GMT -5
D E G G A J - J A G G E DSKY - YKS [/font][/color][/center] what if i climbed a mountain?
what if i swam to that shore?
what if every battle was victorious?
then would you love me more? [/size][/color] Jaggedsky stared out over the plains. In front of her they were all barren and empty. Wind rattled the grasses at her legs. She grew in a deep breath. A storm was brewing, clouds were gathering overhead. It would be a rough night for the Windclanner's in their minimal shelter.
Other cats had fled the fields for fear of lightning, but not Jaggedsky. She was drawn to them. And it was what she was named for. She had been born on a night such as this one. Her eyes were a more stormy, electric yellow as they stared at the branches that sheltered Thunderclan. She watched the fight and wrestle each other. She had sensed this storm since the morning, and had stayed out hunting in the fields all day just to be there for it.
Her insides buzzed excitedly. She was a slightly off cat. One who didn't mind the pelting rain. Who liked the mud it left behind, and all the new scents it washed out and the old ones it got rid of. Indeed, Jaggedsky was very much a lone lover of storms. what if i ignored the hand that fed me?
what if i forgot to confess?
what if i stumbled down that mountain?
then would you love me less? [/size][/color] credits-stiderc what if jadon lavik
tac-cat jaggedsky
mruof-fourm l_ovelies the wrong side of the bed [/size][/color][/center]
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Post by Tiger on Jan 30, 2010 19:18:33 GMT -5
He too was a lover of storms. He was drawn to their power. He let the wind brush his fur. The metallic scent of lightning filled his nostrils. He roared with the thunder, running off into the unknowns."Jaggedsky!" Windstorm ran up next to the she-cat. His blue eyes sparkling. He closed them for a moment and let the rain fall on his pelt."Lets race, Jaggedsky. Lets race the storm..." His gray white and black pelt was almost soaked now."It will be fun..." He was an oddball as well. Was he not?
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Post by l_ovelies on Jan 30, 2010 19:36:01 GMT -5
D E G G A J - J A G G E DSKY - YKS [/font][/color][/center] what if i climbed a mountain?
what if i swam to that shore?
what if every battle was victorious?
then would you love me more? [/size][/color] Jaggedsky looked up, startled by the tom. She had been sure that everyone had been safely tucked away in camp. But she smiled tightly and nodded. I'm not really much for pleasure. But a race would be good for me... I suppose.
Her eyes grew a little flinty in the lighting. Thunder crackled distantly. Where to? She didn't mind the whole racing part, but this tom... He was so happy and vibrant. She wanted to cry, he reminded her so much of Morninglight already. Her heart hurt. To the trees, how 'bout? She kept the small tears out of her voice. Jaggedsky was a hardened warrior, she wouldn't allow herself to cry over something so small... Her sister was still alive... But...
She sighed. Everyone made so many bad choices, all she could do was try to live through them. what if i ignored the hand that fed me?
what if i forgot to confess?
what if i stumbled down that mountain?
then would you love me less? [/size][/color] credits-stiderc what if jadon lavik
tac-cat jaggedsky windstorm
mruof-fourm l_ovelies the wrong side of the bed [/size][/color][/center]
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Post by Tiger on Jan 31, 2010 13:12:34 GMT -5
Windstorm looked at the she-cat with odd eyes."Well then...A race is pleasure. Are you sure you can't show some interest in the fun. Its a risk, who knows when or if we might get struck by lightning or if a fire might start..." He purred and ran ahead but ran back, getting himself pumped in this harsh weather."You ready Jaggedsky?" He looked to the tree line and nodded." Alright, The trees sound good." He paused."On the count of three okay?"
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Post by l_ovelies on Jan 31, 2010 13:58:14 GMT -5
D E G G A J - J A G G E DSKY - YKS [/font][/color][/center] what if i climbed a mountain?
what if i swam to that shore?
what if every battle was victorious?
then would you love me more? [/size][/color] No, she disagreed. A race is exercise with opposition. she said, her yellow-green eyes flashed in the lighting. But at his next words she did smile a little. Struck by lightning, huh? What an exciting way to go, let's do it.
She held her breath, her muscles tensed up and her fur nearly crackled with electricity. She looked dangerous, her face set and determined. Nothing like the bouncy tom next to her. One... she counted. what if i ignored the hand that fed me?
what if i forgot to confess?
what if i stumbled down that mountain?
then would you love me less? [/size][/color] stiderc-credits what if jadon lavik
tac-cat jaggedsky
mruof-fourm l_ovelies the wrong side of the bed [/size][/color][/center]
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Post by Tiger on Feb 8, 2010 20:48:58 GMT -5
Windstorm rolled his eyes. Excercise? What was wrong with this she-cat? He shook the thought away as the clouds rolled in, and the thunder got louder. Any moment lightning would strike. Winds would get heavier, and the rain would be flooding. The perfect time for a run. He shifted nervously from one paw to another. "Two..."He yowled. The wind indeed picked up and it was hard to hear. On three they would both run to the trees. He would teach her how to have fun.
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Post by l_ovelies on Feb 21, 2010 15:34:30 GMT -5
D E G G A J - J A G G E DSKY - YKS [/font][/color][/center] what if i climbed a mountain?
what if i swam to that shore?
what if every battle was victorious?
then would you love me more? [/size][/color] Jaggedsky glanced at the tom through her peripherals. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Then she slouched down in a more crouch-like position often exhibited by Thunderclan cats. She sucked in a large mouthful of charged air. And tilted her head toward him so he would catch her words. THREE! she cried, her coiled muscles springing in release. She leapt forward, her paws pounding over well worked ground. She knew the fields like the back of her paw. The trees on the horizon growing closer with every excitement-filled step. A flash of light appeared over her head, followed by a rumbling crackle. Her next step was a bit of a skip, she was so giddy.
Jaggedsky loved to run. It made her forget. Forget the good things, the bad things, and the things that weren't worth remembering anyways. But it made her forget the things she regretted most. Running was her escape. From life. From others. From her... Sister. A bile rose in her throat. And she coughed it down.
Heart drumming, her paws made a sharp bee-line for the marked finish line. what if i ignored the hand that fed me?
what if i forgot to confess?
what if i stumbled down that mountain?
then would you love me less? [/size][/color] stiderc-credits what if jadon lavik
tac-cat jaggedsky
mruof-fourm l_ovelies the wrong side of the bed [/size][/color][/center]
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