Mixed Feelings...

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`Wishstar
A life not worth living
A soul not worth giving.



A multicolored form was perched atop the stone in the center of the cave. Her lithe, slim body was still as stone, as if she was in a trance. Silence hung over the camp, as thick as the fog that shrouded the moors from which she had discovered this Clan.
Her plain, pitch black eyes trailed over every bump and crack; every little detail, that made up her home. She was not bounded by the laws of reality; for her spirit and soul were free as long as she thought about things.
A light, soft sound rose in her throat, as she began to hum a tune, bringing life to the desolate cavern that served as she and her Clan's home.
"A life not worth living,
A soul not worth giving,
Overwriting your fate.."
She trailed off, once again drifting off to unknown, magnificent lands. Although her thoughts were carefree and meloncholy, the responsibility of a leader loomed over the daydream, pulling her ever closer into the fabric of reality.

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Timebringer

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sometimes the simplest of feelings
become the greatest of lives

Timebringer stretched and wearily padded to the fresh-kill pile. The tom had just woken up from a night of deep, emotionless dreams of nothing, nothing but silent darkness. Thus had left him feeling zoned-out and no matter how many times he blinked, the sleep refused to escape his eyes.

Carrying a meadowlark towards the stone in the middle of the cavern, the multicolored feline settled himself down and had his meal, the food making him wake up a little more, now that his belly no longer rumbled. He licked over his whiskerpads and blinked at Wishstar, glancing at her a little shyly, the insides of his ears feeling akward again. Slowly, he stood and stretched, padding up to his leader, eyes trying to blink away the sleep again.

"Good morning, Wishstar."

Timebringer mewed, stifling a yawn as his eyes watched his paws.[/blockquote]

[xx_Ƨǃlvawisha_?]

`Wishstar
A life not worth living.
A soul not worth giving.



With a single, fluid movement, the leader slipped down from her perch, moving like a shadow. She took a seat next to Timebringer and forced a smile, for the first time. Turning her spotted head, and avoiding her companion's gaze, she rasped her dark colored tongue over the ruffled fur along her spotted shoulders; although it didn't do much good. Her left ear twisted back at an awkward angle as Timebringer spoke, but she tried sounding like her usual self, or at least sounding normal; whatever normal is for her.

"Good morning, Timebringer. How are you today?"

Came her soft, musical reply. She was trying to make it seem as if nothing was wrong; but feelings of anxiety, depression, and discomfort still stung beneath her wild fur.

[solarstar]

An old cat with crazy colored patterns all over his body came forward to talk to his leader. He was the only elder in the clan, and one of the most wise cats in the clan. He was also very flexiable, and very loyal. His name was Solarsystem, 109 moons old. He walked up to Wishstar, dipped his head and mewed "Good day Wishstar, good day Timebringer how are things today. Not too bad I hope". Solarsystem rasped. He cleared his stratchy throat before continuing. "Wishstar can I ask you something"?

[rainbowwish]

Rainbowwwish

Rainbowwish danced lightly out of the warriors' den and stopped just out of it. She stretched her limbs out then padded a bit slower over to the fresh-kill pile. She picked out a measly mouse and turned around. Her eyes swept across the camp before she decided to just go back over to the warriors' den to eat.

As she was padding over there, she heard an exchange of words. "Good morning, Wishstar," she heard one cat say. "Good morning, Timebringer. How are you today?" a second cat—Wishstar—replied. Then, a third voice, coming after a moment of pause, "Good day, Wishstar, good day, Timebringer. How are you today? Not too bad, I hope." She recognized the voice to be Solarsystem's a heartbeat before he spoke again. "Wishstar, can I ask you something?" he asked.

Rainbowwish's pawsteps had slowed to a very slow amble as she eaves-dropped on the conversation.

[xx_Ƨǃlvawisha_?]

`Wishstar
A life not worth living.
A soul not worth giving.


Wishstar turned to Solarsystem and nodded, dipping her head in respect for the elderly tom.

"Yes, of course, Solarsystem. What is it?"

She mrrrowed in reply, the neon stripes on her tail glowing slightly in the darkness. She glanced at Timebringer, hoping to continue their conversation. Something stirred in the wild she cat's mind, and she realized how fond she had grown of the multicolored tom standing next to her. Her mind eventually drifted back to Solarsystem, and she nodded to him, waiting for the elder's question.

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Timebringer

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sometimes the simplest of feelings
become the greatest of lives

The tie-dye colored tom's heart nearly lept in the air and sang like a bird when Wishstar acknowledged him. He wanted to dance, but instead kept himself intent on watching his paws. He had almost gathered the guts to talk further with his leader when Solarsystem, the one elder of their Clan, approached. A bit of disappointment bit Timebringer's heart but he kept calm and acted bored, while waiting impatiently for Solarsystem to finish. He wanted to be alone with Wishstar and talk to her, but knew better than to interrupt a conversation. Timebringer smiled in amusement, as it was obvious that Rainbowwish was listening too.[/blockquote]

[rainbowwish]

Rainbowwish
This world is full of colors,
from black and neon yellow,
to white and electric blue...
But sometimes these colors
hide the cats that may betray you.

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Rainbowwish stopped just outside the warriors' den once more. She set her mouse down and crouched down. She had her ears angled forward, but she was easilly catching every word her fellow Clanmates said. She nibbled on the tiny rodent, somewhat lost in her thoughts. 'What's got Solarsystem worked up?' she wondered, feeling the tension in the air. 'Maybe there's a storm coming.. One worse than normal.' This thought burrowed its way deep into her mind. It stuck there as she continued to nibble on her mouse, the conversation going on behind her completely forgotten.

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