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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Feb 12, 2017 19:31:29 GMT -5
Heh, probably why I never liked 50 Shade of Grey, and never read Twilight XD.
I did like the Twilight movies, not really because of the romance, but the battle scenes where kind of fun.
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 12, 2017 19:40:28 GMT -5
I unironically loved all of the twilight books for a very...brief amount of time??? my step mother had me read all of hers, and as soon as I was done with the last book my interest disappeared
except for seth that one werewolf I guess.
That'd be pretty interesting, kind of like certain generations of cats exist in the certain starclan. There are "bubbles" of starclan where there are cats so old they aren't even known...ectect
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Post by possumstep on Feb 12, 2017 19:54:23 GMT -5
here's a fic entirely about meticulously breaking noisepaw as a kit, aka "abandonment issues must run in the family" actually tempted to enter this in the fanfic contest instead of the road trip fic, because it seems to go in line more with the conga line of angsty backstories we've inadvertently set up. Don't Leave Me Alone
"Don't worry, I'll always be here for you." Soothing, reassuring words offered by a slender tabby with fur the color of the night sky reflected on murky waters. His eyes were a warm emerald that seemed to reflect the thick-pelted tortoiseshell tabby she's soft amber eyes right back at her. The passing of her mother yesterday had left her desperate for affection and comfort. She entwined her tail in his. "Please..." She gazed up at the starry sky, comforted by his side. "Don't leave me alone."
She mewed a quick greeting to her mate, her jaws parting in a loud yawn as she laid on the soft moss of the nursery. "How are you, Lakestrike?" she purred. "I can't do this anymore, Patchwing." His eyes wouldn't meet hers, he couldn't stand looking at those dying embers as they were suddenly drained of hope. He turned to leave the den, and didn't turn back to see her again before he spoke. "It was so much easier before, but now that I know what you're really like..." There was bitter disappointment in his words, in his heart. "Being around you is suffocating." Her eyes were wide with shock and horror. Like wicked claws piercing her heart, she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. "But... b-but our..." Our kits! The words caught in her throat, she felt so nauseous she couldn't bear to speak them. What did she do wrong? Lakestrike wordlessly sprinted out of the den and out of the camp, out to hunt in the cool evening air so he didn't have to listen to her heartbroken attempts to protest.
The two kits had been born uneventfully. Patchwing stared down at them with loving eyes, while Twistedpath couldn't help but feel joy at the sight. One kit was a tortoiseshell tabby, just like their mother, and the other was a ginger tabby, reminding Patchwing of her own mother. The ginger kit began to softly cry for his mother, crawling close, while the torbie kit's mewls were more like wails, high-pitched and frequent, only quieting upon feeling the soft warmth of their mother's body. The sound startled Patchwing slightly, but it only lead her to try harder to make sure the two kits were comforted. "I'll name this one-" she gestured to the ginger one with her tail. "Flamekit. And the other-" she gestured to the torbie with her tail. "Noisekit." "Very fitting names." Twistedpath commented, mainly looking at the torbie. "Where's Lakestrike?" Patchwing winced, looking away. "He isn't here." She lowered her head to rest with her kits. "He isn't going to be here, either." That was enough for the medicine cat to infer something had happened between them. There was no need to press, her business didn't lie in the romantic ties of her Clanmates. She left the mother and her kits to themselves, quietly limping out of the room. Noisekit let out another weak cry. "Don't worry, I'll always be here for you." Patchwing whispered, holding the two kits close as if letting go would make them disappear with the breeze.
The nursery had been incredibly crowded those few moons, with so many queens having kits around the same time, and more on the way. Many warriors had feared the thought of having this many mouths to feed the rapidly-approaching leafbare, but for the tail end of leaffall they were still hunting surprisingly well. As of right now, what had been on most cats' minds was the constant racket of the nursery. Noisekit hopped about the nursery in a flurry of fur, searching for their brother. "Flamekit, where are you?" they called, hearing a hiss of annoyance from some other kit - maybe Ivykit? - who they had accidentally awoken with their shout. They disregarded the hiss, instead focusing on finding their sibling. "Noisekit, I'm over here," a meeker voice answered, though not without a tone of amusement. "Mom's grooming me. Again." Following their brother's voice through the crowd of playful denmates, they finally spotted the nest the two were in. "Do you want to play today?" Their chipper voice was punctuated with a playful smile. Patchwing chuckled softly. "I certainly hope you don't mean to have Flamekit play with you while I'm still grooming him!" Mischief glinted in her eyes. "But now that you're over here, I suppose you can get groomed too, Noisekit!" With a sweeping motion of her tail, she pushed Noisekit to her side. Giggling, they made a halfhearted attempt to get away from their mother, but ultimately failed. "Oh no, I'm gonna have to sit here and do nothing!" they mewed playfully. "Help me, Flamekit!" They flailed their paws slightly, in mock-panic. "It's too late for me, Noisekit! Go on without meeeeee......" he mewled in an overdramatic fashion, slumping over onto the ground much to Patchwing's annoyance. "But... maybe when she's done, we can go play. What did you want to play, anyway...?" he added, pushing himself back into a proper sitting position so Patchwing had a chance of actually finishing. Noisekit tilted their head to the side. "I was going to ask you first, today." "Uh... no, you choose for me." Flamekit said awkwardly, not used to being put on the spot like that. They hesitated. But you always have me pick... The thought was left unsaid as Noisekit focused on fun games to play. "How about hide and seek?" they offered. He nodded happily. "As soon as mom lets us go, that sounds good!" He smiled calmly to his sibling. A pang of guilt stabbed through Noisekit. And you always say yes to whatever I choose... They held back a sigh of sadness. That can't be fair. When Patchwing had finished, the two kits scampered off as quickly as they could to begin their game. "Remember to stay close, where I can see you two!" she called after them.
The two kits huddled close with their mother, Flamekit halfway into drifting into sleep. Their warmth was a comfort to Patchwing, and the harsh edge of Lakestrike leaving her had mostly been sanded down, or at least it felt like it had. In truth, it seemed like it had only dug its way deeper into her subconcious. More than anything else, she feared her kits one day leaving her. What would she do when she was eventually left all alone? Noisekit loudly yawned, stretching their arms. Patchwing was jolted out of her wistful thoughts and back into the reality of the moss bed in the nursery. No. She couldn't focus on those things. She had to stay focusing on what good things she had now. She wouldn't let the past repeat itself, not now or ever again. "Noisekit, while you're still awake, I wanted to ask something of you." she whispered, looking halfway asleep herself. They lifted up their head, moonlight filtering in through the entrance reflected in their eyes - a deep green, so much like Lakestrike's - and yawned again. "What is it, mom?" She hesitated before answering, but gathered up her strength. "I need you to promise me something. Please... Don't leave me alone." Her eyes pleaded with the bewildered kit, who almost shrunk back from surprise. "U-um... why would I ever do that?" Noisekit asked, tilting their head to the side slightly. "Mom... are you alright?" Patchwing gazed up at the stars through the opening of the den with a smile. "I'm the best I've been in a long time."
Noisekit chased after a mossball, batting it playfully around the less crowded side of the nursery. Flamekit trailed close behind, tail held up in the air in childish glee. The two siblings hopped around, brimming with energy. Neither of them really noticed the dropping temperatures through their heavy and warm fur, and neither particularly cared. While they played, a troubling thought came to Noisekit's mind that they couldn't help but vocalize. "Flamekit, as much as I love hanging out with you, I'm starting to get worried about you. Why don't you ever play with our other denmates?" Flamekit awkwardly slowed to a stop, trying to think of a way out of the question. "Oh, you... you know how mom is! N-never likes to let us out of her sight! Just don't have a chance to...!" He trailed off, his eyes downcast. "I don't like talking to the other kits. I trust you, Noisekit. More than anybody else." For several excruciating moments, Noisekit was wordless. They opened their mouth to say something, but stopped themself. Slowly, they padded over to their brother, pressing their fur against his. I don't want my brother to force himself into my shadow like this... "I'll... I'll always be here for you, brother. I promise." They couldn't help but tremble as they spoke - whether the cold had finally managed to penetrate their fur or sorrow had managed to penetrate their heart, they weren't sure. "Thank you." Flamekit mumbled, his normally meek voice sounding far more fragile than ever before. Noisekit looked away, no longer in the mood to play. This isn't okay. I'm worried about you, Flamekit...
Leafbare's harshest moon had struck hard on the Clan, a thick blanket of snow having swallowed the woods and dying everything a glistening white. Prey was scarce, and many cats' bellies went empty. The fear of starvation, especially with this many kits, had pricked at the paranoia of most cats in the Clan. The snow had been something beautiful and fun to Noisekit and Flamekit at first, but now they knew it as the herald of aching hunger and frigid cold. They huddled together alongside their sleeping mother. Slowly, shivering, Noisekit lifted his head to gaze at their brother. "Flamekit... D-do you want to go do something?" They wanted to do something, anything, to get their mind off the pain gnawing at their belly. He slowly looked over, the childish shine in his eyes gone out. He didn't, really. He just wanted to stay close with his mother and sleep until the cold went away. But he didn't want to say no to Noisekit. He just wanted his sibling to be happy. "A-alright, Noisekit, wh-what did you... want to do...?" His fur wasn't quite as long and warm as Noisekit's, so the cold managed to pierce to the bone far more easily. "...I was asking i-if you wanted to do something," Noisekit mumbled awkwardly, feeling as though they were pushing him around. Again. "Please be honest with me." Flamekit quickly nodded, not wanting his sibling to worry. "I d-do. It's fine. I'm f-fine." They were more hesitant about their idea than ever before, fumbling over their own words for a few moments before finding what they had wanted to say once more. "I w-was thinking... if the Clan needs m-more fresh-kill, then if we went out to catch some...?" They trailed off, seeing the apprehension blossom in Flamekit's eyes. Of course. It was a terrible idea. Why wouldn't it be? "Okay." he simply answered, not voicing his concerns, not wanting to be a hassle to anyone. "Let's go, I guess..." It felt as though all of their legs had turned to ice, and as Noisekit shakily got to their feet alongside their brother, they felt wracked with guilt. Sneaking away from their mother for a plan that felt more and more half-baked the closer they grew to the point of no return... Neither of the two kits had ever been out of camp before, and the forest and swamp in winter would have seemed far more beautiful if they hadn't been blinded by fatigue. Trudging through the snow, Flamekit and Noisekit desperately tried to spot some sort of prey to catch, but neither had ever went hunting. Flamekit's movements were sluggish and labored, leading him to lean against Noisekit for balance. Soon, they reached a place where the trees thinned out and the ground was a mixture of snow and shining sheets of ice that stretched over the mud of the swamp. Each had heard descriptions of the territory outside the camp, but this was the first time the two had seen it for themselves. They continued onwards in their unsteady gaits, snowflakes coming down from the grey and overcast sky and settling gently on the kits' bodies. There was a sharp cracking sound underfoot, jagged angles like spiderwebs shooting out in every direction from the kits' paws. Every instinct told them to run for their lives, and who were they to argue? Noisekit desperately scampered across the ice, slipping around and crying out in fear. Flamekit tried to follow behind, his pawsteps so much shakier and unable to keep up. Splashes of murky, ice-cold water erupted beneath their paws as each kit teetered dangerously close to shattering the frost completely. "Noisekit! Help m-" Flamekit's cry of desperation was cut off by a splash, his body falling into the chilling mud and feeling as though it was crushing his body, burning up his insides with its harsh frost like little claws plunging into his fur. Mud rushed into his mouth as he gasped for air, and his horrified flails to try and escape only pushed him deeper under. Noisekit was still, their eyes wide. It felt as though their whole body had frozen with the lake, fear having wrapped itself around their paws and rooting them to the spot. When they gathered up the strength to move, all they could do was back away, their breath in short panicky gasps. "Please, don't leave me...!" Flamekit plunged beneath the muck. He didn't come back up. Noisekit collapsed in the biting cold, wailing a loud dirge to the unfeeling leafbare winds.
When the border patrol had carried in the two kits, Patchwing hadn't dared to leave them be for even a moment, trying as hard as she could to save Noisekit's life, and steadfastly denying that Flamekit was dead. "I'm here for you. I'm right here. It'll be fine," she softly crooned to the two kits, her eyes betraying her despair. But, with a deep sigh of relief, she noticed Noisekit begin to stir, raising their tiny head and looking around, before reality snapped back into their mind. Looking over to their brother, they gasped with shock, weakly crawling over to his still body. No. Please, no. No, no, no no no no no "Flamekit! Brother, wake up! Flamekit, please!" Noisekit buried their face into their brother's fur, still damp from the plunge. "Please... d-don't... don't leave me alone..." Patchwing's heart ached for her kit, and curled up around the two tightly, fearing that the fragile bodies would blow away in the harsh leafbare wind. Flamekit did not stir, and never would.
The next morning, Noisekit had awoken to the only comforting warmth by their side being that of their mother's. The pain of the loss stung harsher than the cold ever could, and they couldn't find the energy in them to get up and play. Coward. I'm a coward. I just stood there and watched him die. And it's all because he listened to my idea. That should have been me. This time, when their body trembled, it was not from the cold. "Oh, you're awake..." Patchwing mumbled, gently licking Noisekit on the head. "I know this is all scary and sad, but I'm here for you, little one. I'll always be here for you." She gently touched her nose to that of her kit. "Don't ever worry." Noisekit leaned their whole body into hers, guilt and loneliness washing over their heart. "Please don't ever leave me, mom..." "I won't." she promised.
Since Flamekit's death, Noisekit rarely, if ever left their mother's side. It felt as though the only ones they had in the world were each other. Noisekit would still sometimes play with the other kits, but only if Patchwing was nearby. Both felt safer that way, clinging to one another desperately. Noisekit would sometimes shrink away in fear when Patchwing would get into arguments with other cats of the Clan, many fearing that her closeness to Noisekit was suffocating them. No one really knew how a snake had gotten into camp, but it had. Cats were torn between attacking it and risking subjecting themselves to its deadly bite or continuing to hide out in the dens, in the hopes that it would leave on its own. Unfortunately, they weren't that lucky. The venomous predator had spotted the nursery first, and slithered over to investigate the frantic mewls of terrified kits. Patchwing was the first to get to her feet, her eyes burning with a deep fire. She wouldn't let anyone take her other kit from her. Without caution or reason, she launched herself at the snake, claws outstretched. She wrestled on the ground with it, her claws sinking into its scaly body and drawing blood all over the soft ground of the nursery. In return, its fangs pierced her leg multiple times, its cruel toxin mixing with her own bloodstream and poisoning her. Noisekit had backed away to the farthest end of the nursery, fear overtaking them again. As always. They averted their eyes, they couldn't bear to watch. The snake and the queen collapsed to the ground, the snake having been torn apart and Patchwing on death's door. With shaky, bloodstained steps, she limped over to her kit, eyes loving and weak. "Noisekit, don't worry, I'm here for you," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I'll be alright, I promise..." Even as she spoke, pain grasped her body, and she slumped to the ground, her blood staining the moss a deep crimson. "Stay with me..." They rested their head against their mother's fur, hearing her breathing go shaky and labored. "D-don't... Please, don't leave me alone..." It hurt her so much to smile, but she did anyway. "I won't." Noisekit was silent as her heart went still.
Everyone made comments on how quickly it seemed Noisekit had bounced back from the loss of their family so quickly, but Noisekit would always ignore it. They kept a cheeful smile on their face, talking constantly to the other kits around them, playing more intensely than they ever had before, wanting to befriend everyone they met. They heard it over and over again. Annoying. Would never shut up. Clingy. It pierced their heart like a thorn, and yet they couldn't change their ways. Did the others not think Noisekit already knew it themself? If you hadn't ran away when you could've helped, you wouldn't have had to become like this. If you weren't so desperate for emotional connections, you wouldn't have alienated everyone around you. If you were truly sad, then you shouldn't have tried to force yourself to move on like this. If you... If you... If you... Noisekit readied their facade of cheer and faced a new day.
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