Another day goes by....

[Maia :3]

They're locking up the sun, the light of reason gone,
N' hope has been succesfully undone
The question's burning on, where is it coming from,
No-one seems to know the monster born

His black pelt rippled softly,contrasting against the white marble rock that was behind him.His light yellow orbs were blank,staring into the arctic but not really seeing anything.Clouds gathered above me,crackling with electricity,rumbling.They moved sluggishly,like a content feline.

's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable
Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all

Reaper had the looks to match his name;a silky black pelt that was as dark as a moonless night,his yellow eyes haunting,his pads bloody,claws sharp.But he wasn't like his name,he would kill,never would he do so,not after what happened last.

The time was early morn' the sun not showing it self yet.The clouds would cover it even if it did rise,shadowing all hope from the world,defying it of the light it so desired.The sky's would cry then,it's tears pummeling the earth with a tremendous power.

The life as a loner was one that was dangerous,yet it held something.You had to learn to care for yourself,to face the cruel world without dieing.Most loners respected the clan cats,but it wasn't the life for them.Especially Reaper;he would care too much for the cats there and break down if they were lost,or injured,or harmed on the inside like he was.

Is there a hero somewhere, someone who appears and saves the day
Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time
Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away
Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime

Lighting crackled ,lighting up the darkened sky.Thunder rumbled,roaring like a lethal monster.The storm was coming fast,tearing up the land,beating the land with it's liquid drops.They hadn't reached Reaper yet,but they would soon.

They're locking up the sun, they have their chosen one,
You know this time they'll make him play along
They're taking to the arms, the fathers and their sons,
There's nowhere left to run and hide

The bombay cross's pelt bristled with the electricity in the air,making him look more threatening then before.His tail flicked lazyily behind him,sweeping the layer of dust off the dirt.This area was the haunt of no other cat,and he could quite see why;most cat loathed the iciness of the land.

It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable
Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all

The rain would hit him soon,but he didn't care.Let the tears of the sky wash away his sins,wash away his mistakes.Oh,so many mistakes he had made.Like losing Patchedmemory,his MountainClan mate.He had protected her,never leaving her truly alone,but then just when he had thought her safe..she had been killed,or chased away.

Is there a hero somewhere, someone who appears and saves the day
Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time
Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away
Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime

The burning ran finally hit him,running down his pelt,not quite sinking in yet,like so many things hadn't.His eyes finally saw what was in front of him and he turned,closing his clouded pools.Reaper slowly rose,turning to go back into the cave,the scent of Patchedmemory filling his nose,but it couldn't be....she was dead.

And in the emptiness, there's a solution,
Just look within yourself for absolution

Song-Locking up the Sun by Poets of the Fall

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not everything is as soothing as
Camille

Why was she here? Her den was back along the treeline, warm and safe. Yet, the relatively young she-cat had been drawn to the tundra, even as cold, suffocating rain and sleet began to pound into the cracked, frozen ground. The off-white feline made her way up over stones and small hills in the ground, brown and red patches clearly stating she was a calico. Soft leaf-green eyes watched the horizon, how it looked so close, yet it was so far away. Then the horizon shifted-- or did it?

As she narrowed her eyes against the weather, Camille saw now that it was a retreating cat-shaped form, seeking shelter in a cave on the ridge. Shivering, she decided she'd do the same, and trusted that the other cat wasn't violent. But even if he was, the innocent female always found ways to talk cats out of things, or into things, reasoning with them. If so needed, she'd do that here.

Approaching the indent in stone, Camille caught a stale scent of another female long past, and the much more evident scent of a male. He must be in here for sure, though she couldn't see him.

"Mind if I take shelter from the furious weather outside?"

She asked softly into the darkness. Something about this storm didn't feel right, the way the raindrops pelted the earth like arrows, and the wind seemed to almost scream like an anguished cat. Camille had often heard tales of StarClan and the like from her brother, Timestar, but she didn't know whether or not to beleive him. Was this StarClan angry? Tilting her innocent, quiet face a moment, she wondered a bit more deeply. Was there a place for evil cats too? Was there a HellClan? The thoughts were quickly erased as a bought of wind sent the loner further into the cave.

[Maia :3]

I’m walking a wire, feel likes a thousand ways I could fall
To want is to buy, but to live is to die and you can’t take it all
When everything is said and done I won’t have one thing left
What happened to everything that I ever known

Reaper sat quietly in the cave,the only sound being his tongue against his tail,licking at it were it got wet.He shook his long black bod as if it were wet;though perhaps it was more like a shudder because of the memories that rushed through his head at that moment.

All they gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
you make
Now I’m restless and I’m running from everything, I’m running from everything, I’m afraid it’s
a little too late

A vole in his mouth,cleanly killed,to bring back to his beloved.It swung from his mouth like a pendulum,fooling him into thinking that everything was going to be okay,everything was going to be fine. Ha! Like anything was ever going to be 'fine' in his life.The pavement underneath his pads was cracked and worn with age but still it was there,making everyone remember that nothing last forever.

Soft voices lie, innocents die
Now ain't that a shame
And all your dreams, and all your money they don’t mean a thing
When everything is said and done, you won’t have one thing left
What happened to everything that I ever known

Even as the gentle she-cats voice echoed softly in the cavern,he remained silent,lost in his thoughts.His tail beat slowly on the stone. Thump,thump,thump.His pools were glazed over and he stared at the ground,his soul away from him.

All they gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
you make
Now I’m restless and I’m running from everything, I’m running from everything, I’m afraid it’s
a little too late
It’s a little too late

The stone building stood up in front of him,but he ignored the precious monument.He merely trotted forward into the structure, expecting to find his love inside.Instead he got the scent of blood and fear,tuffs of fur as well.Blue-ish fur.The fur of his mate.He started to breath rapidly,the vole forgotten.This couldn't be happening,it couldn't.But it was.

All they gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven,
said to lie in the bed that you make
Now I’m restless and I’m running from everything, I’m running from everything, I’m afraid it’s
a little too late
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
you make
Now I’m restless and I’m running from everything, I’m running from everything, I’m afraid it’s
a little too late
It’s a little too late

Reaper looked up,his soul returning from it's journey to the past.His yellow pools shone is the darkness,the only thing that did.He said softly,in a somewhat husky tone what could've been said a minute before.

"Of course."

Ticket to Heaven by Three day's grace

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not everything is as soothing as
Camille

The rain hammered outside like the voice of a machine gun, pelting the ground with raindrops bigger than her own paws. The slender, cream colored she-cat, blotched with red and black, watched warily with concerned green eyes, concerned with the weather. Something's wrong. Rain shouldn't be this brutal. She caught sight of a rabbit headed for cover outside, running across the empty tundra. A crash of lightning, and the rabbit fell, its body pulverized from the rain that was falling ever harder. Camille frowned in disapproval and looked back into the darkness, hearing the steady thud, thud, thud of a thinking tail, but not seeing nor hearing any more of the individual. Scratching an orange-brown ear, Camille rose and rearranged herself, shivering a bit at the brisk, howling wind that returned. Finally hearing the rather delayed response of approval, the she-cat smiled faintly in thanks and hurried into the back of the tunnel, smelling a vole and the heavier scent of the male cat. There was little room, so as she tried to nestle herself down comfortably, Camille jostled the other cat a bit each time, muttering "sorry" every time she did. A heavy doze came upon her, as she drifted into sleep, her face folded on her chest, paws tucked under neatly.

She sat with her black and white brother, the hatred coming off him in waves. Her blue brother stood proud and true, a shaft of light illuminating his unusual fur, neon yellow eyes glowing. "You must rebuild Konara Forests, TimeSTAR" She could feel Shade's hatred coming off him in waves, mixed with jealous and inquenchable hunger for revenge. Once more, Camille felt alone and helpless in her dream, like an onlooker watching a horror film.

The small loner woke with a jolt, a crash of thunder having stirred her. Shuffling her paws, she listened to the male discreetly, ever curious about him and his past. "So, what brings you here?" Her voice was soft and nearly child-like, curious. Camille could sense great sadness and guilt resonating off the tom, and it made her want to help and understand, like she always did. Calico ears perked forward for an assumedly delayed answer that was sure to come.

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[Maia :3]

The sun is gone and the flowers rot
Words are spaces between us
And I should've been drown in the rivers I've found of took and lost
And I should've been down when you made me insecure

As the calico she-cat accidentally bumped into him for the third time he moved over some,to the side.He smiled softly as she started to doze.Reaper briefly considered going to sleep himself,but decided against it.He was haunted enough when he was awake.Still he was rather tired...

So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'Cause I'm so much more than meets the eye

And so Reaper fell asleep,lapsing into a nightmarish fantasy that is called dream.
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Black tom was running forward;bliss showed clearly on his facade. The scenery around him was simple,more of a white blur than anything. A blue she-cat sat in the mist of all of this,to her the tom was running to.Then he reached her and she faded into the landscape,and he fell off a suddenly appearing cliff...falling forever.
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And I'm the one you can never trust
'Cause wounds are ways to reveal us
And yeah I could have tried and devoted my life to both of us
But what a waste of my time when the world we have is yours

He awoke with a gasp at the sound of the she-cat's voice.What brought him here?He answered a few seconds later in a world weary tone.

"Searching I suppose;What about you?

So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'Cause I'm so much more than all your lies

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not everything is as soothing as
Camille



the enemy's on the way
show me what it's like
to dream in black and white
so I can leave this world tonight

The small calico watched the shadow of the cave inquisitively, her only indication of where the tom was being the even darker shadow mixed into all the others. The rain raged outside, and Camille craned her slender neck a bit to watch the cave entrance several yards away, the night now almost pitch black, save for when it came afire for a few seconds with every brief crack of lightning. Once more, the storm scared and disturbed her, how the clouds seemed to have minds of their own, as they pounded the ever-chilling tundra, with the fury of greenleaf and the mercilessness of leafbare combined into one horrid thunderstorm. She worried momentarily for her brothers farther south, amongst the Clans. I pray they are safe, one without shelter won't last long here.

When the other loner gasped, she chided herself internally for waking him, but replied anyway.

"I came in from the storm; it looks really bad out there. 'Hate to be one of the Clannies down south; they don't all have caves."

Leaf green eyes once more flitted to watch the other loner's shadow, ever more curious about him, but stayed polite and silent.

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