the sound of a thunder.very open

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
Ive stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
Ive walked and Ive crawled on six crooked highways,
Ive stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,

It was raining far too often for her tastes, and the she-cat found herself twitching her whiskers in distaste. The rain had never been her favorite despite she being of the clan of water, and it made her surlier than usual. Which is why she'd headed out to escape the confines of her clan camp; she might not care overly much anymore, but she still didn't wish to make things too unpleasant for everyone, herself especially. It was a simple matter of 'what comes around, goes around.' If she was snarky to others, most likely they'd be snarky back. Flawless logic, of course, not that she was in a mood to be pleased by it. When was she ever?

She was sitting at the edge of the bridge, staring down at the water below, watching as the dark liquid swirled in a never-ending cycle, the murky depths shifting and shimmering, playing with the meager light, the current moving deceptively fast underneath the playful surface. There were probably cats that would foolishly try and take a dip in the river at this particular spot, but Breezefeather was not one of them. She knew her limits, and like all Riverclan warriors, she had a healthy respect for the river. She'd watched helplessly time and time before as cats and other creatures stepped or fell into the tranquil waters and were carried downriver, more often than not loosing their lives for their troubles.

The she-cat's morbid fascination with deaths seemed to crop up far too often for her tastes, as well, and she shook her head furiously, as if to loosen the thoughts' hold on her mind and clear it up. Droplets of rainwater sprayed out all around her, and the hairs of her sleek black pelt stuck out as a result. "Blasted rain..." she muttered darkly, a reflection upon the color of her fur and the color of her mood. Swiftly, almost out of habit, she brought a paw to her face, rasped her pink tongue over it a few times, and then did a once-over on her cheeks. The end result was better, but she came to the conclusion that it'd take more than a few rub-downs to get her pelt back to a semblance of an ordinary fashion.

First, though, it had to stop raining.

Ive been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
Ive been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And its a hard, and its a hard, its a hard, and its a hard,
And its a hard rains a-gonna fall.

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[tagged] OPEN
[word count] 396
[mood] cheerful
[lyrics credit] it's a hard rain's a gonan fall/ bob dylan
[notes] it's raining! >.>

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"Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there?"


As rain poured on the Riverclan territory, Dawnstar wondered through the trees. 'Such a beautiful storm.' Dawn thought as she took in all around her. The sound of the rain engulfed her senses. To the the pitter patter of water falling onto leafs, to the sound of rain drops joining the river in the never ending cycle. It all sounded like amazing music to her. Dawnstar was always known as an apprentice to wonder out by herself amongst the trees. Though she was constantly scolded for such a habit she never stopped her lone walks around the Riverclan territory.

To Dwanstar times like this was magical, alone in the woods as a storm brewed over head. It was like witnising the earth renew itself. And if you listened close enough she thought, you could hear the wind whisper the secrets of Starclan. As the she cat turned the bend she heard a cat mutter "Blasted rain...". It was Breezefeather.
'Was she also out to feel the wonders of a storm?'

"Breezy..?" Dawnstar asked as she emerged from a bush and joined her warrior at the edge of the river. "What brings you to the river in such weather dear friend?"



"Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way.
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?"




(Quotes: Drops Of Jupiter, By Train)

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
Ive stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
Ive walked and Ive crawled on six crooked highways,
Ive stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,

Dear friend...Only Dawnstar, leader of Riverclan, would say such a thing. Breezefeather's ears flicked toward the source of the sound, the hairs buzzing as water trickled down on to them, causiing the black warrior to twitch her ears to shake the rain off.

The she-cat was mildly irritated, but she was tactful not to let that show. The cat that approached her was the leader of Breezefeather's own clan, and though the black cat might not participate in most social rituals, she observed those of rank and power with care.

"This...and that," Breezefeather answered the other warrior, though not because she particuarily wanted to, but because honor compelled her to do so. Be surly to the other warriors, yes, but to the leader: the utmost respect. Even if she were to be unhappy at having her solitude intruded upon, even if she had wanted to turn to the voice and hiss and screech, she didn't. Wouldn't. Not to Dawnstar.

Instead, she kept her green eyes down, fixated on the water.

Ive been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
Ive been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And its a hard, and its a hard, its a hard, and its a hard,
And its a hard rains a-gonna fall.

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[tagged] taken by Dawnstar
[word count] 177
[mood] Pissed Off
[lyrics credit] it's a hard rain's a gonan fall/ bob dylan
listening to] desolation row/ bob dylan
[notes] blargh.

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"Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there?"


'Breezy?' Dawnstar questioned to herself. She couldn't put her paw on it but she could feel that there was something off about this warrior. With all the past happenings in the last moon or so, she had been all rapped up in herself. Walking and talking almost on auto pilot, never really taking in the actions and feelings of her clan mates. And all seemed well, a few mishaps but everyone seemed relatively happy. All but Breezefeather. That revelation hit Dawnstar with a start. She broke the pause of there conversation.

"I love this time of the year, this weather in fact, sometimes I think I was meant to be a fish instead of a cat!" she couldn't help but laugh, rather loudly at her own statement. She turned to see how Breezefeather had responded. But the warrior just stood there face down staring at the river before them. Dawnstar felt foolish at that. "And other times I think I have the personality of a kit..." she said awkwardly hoping the statement took away from the last.

"Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way.
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?"

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(Quotes: Drops Of Jupiter, By Train)

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
Ive stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
Ive walked and Ive crawled on six crooked highways,
Ive stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,

Blast it, fields of mouse dung and bloody high skies! The she-cat mentally bemoaned as Dawnstar began to prattle on, doing meaningless small-talk and trying to strike up a conversation. It was classic, of course, as the new leader was cheerful and bubbly as always. The leader actually couldn't have been more at opposites with her warrior if she'd tried.

The leader thought that she sometimes had the personality of a kit. Breezefeather actually somewhat agreed with her. She was so young, twelve moons younger than she. The dark furred cat had been a warrior for a moon already when the younger she-cat was born. There was an age gap, and it rather showed.

Breezefeather had some things to say about that, but this was neither the time nor the place to say them.

"What are you doing here," the warrior said instead, her sounds tight and devoid of inflection. There wasn't any passion or accusation in the words; it was a question, though it lacked curiousity, which made it seem harsh and grating.

The older warrior flicked her tail violent, slashing the black appendage through the air like a whip before thumping it on the wooden surface of the bridge, an action used to signify that it was uncommon for warriors of the clan to venture the the bridge unless circumstances made it necessary. This, of course, did not apply to her, but then, she wasn't exactly 'normal' by most warriors' standard. Not anymore, she wasn't.

Ive been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
Ive been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And its a hard, and its a hard, its a hard, and its a hard,
And its a hard rains a-gonna fall.

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[word count] 255
[mood] beddah, much beddah
[lyrics credit] it's a hard rain's a gonan fall/ bob dylan
listening to] desolation row/ bob dylan
[notes] the snarkiness is coming; I can feel eet!

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"Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there?"



'Hmm? What me?' Dawnstar stumbled through her head, all that came out was a "Huhhh??" like sound from the leader. She wasn't expecting a remark like that. Though she didn't really know what she was expecting, but it was defiantly not that. "Oh well I was just enjoying the rain I suppose.'' But then after a second of thought about the question she answered again. After all she always had to be ever truthful, saying anything and everything that crossed her mind.

"But you know, truth be told I think I would have left camp no matter the weather. Ive been needing to clear my mind, escape from life for a bit. You know?...Well of course YOU wouldn't know but I bet you get what I mean." Dawnstar floated away in thought at that.

What a mess she was in, one walk wouldn't fix that..



"Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way.
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?"

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(Quotes: Drops Of Jupiter, By Train)

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
Ive stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
Ive walked and Ive crawled on six crooked highways,
Ive stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,

Breezefeather bristled visably at the leader's accusation, hackles rising, tail flickering. Her eyes narrowed to green slits, and she had to bite back a snarl of condescension. "You're awful gabby, aren't you," she asked rhetorically, more a cruel statement than a question. "I suppose you've a right to it," she continued, her voice infused with a dash of anger and a touch of sarcasm. That much she allowed, her temper rising, the well of rage within her dancing with glee. "After all," she bit out carefully, her words steady and even, "You're the only one whose clan has been torn asunder.

...Lightningstar is dead." The oh, so subtle inflection there was meant to speak without uttering sounds. Lightningstar was dead, and you leader in her place. If you couldn't buck up in the face of death, what chance did the clan have? A weak leader was a weak clan, and in this forest, a weak clan meant you were that much further behind in the most deadliest of games around: that of life.

Breezefeather stood fully now, her body still facing the river, her face turned toward that cat that had replaced Lightningstar. Lightningstar had been the leader during the lifespans of both of them, the leader they'd both looked up to as kits and apprentices and then warriors. And now, one of them was leader in her own turn, far too early.

She was so young, Breezefeather found herself thinking critically. Too young by far. She was also taller than Dawnstar, a fact that she realized only when it dawned on her that she had to look slightly at a downward angle to look the leader in her eyes. Such naive eyes. "Do not presume to tell me what I would and wouldn not know," the cold black warrior added coolly, carefully, enunciating each syllable with care.

Ive been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
Ive been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And its a hard, and its a hard, its a hard, and its a hard,
And its a hard rains a-gonna fall.

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[word count] 315
[mood] deliciously ebil
[lyrics credit] it's a hard rain's a gonan fall/ bob dylan
listening to] desolation row/ bob dylan
[notes] will that rock Dawnstar? Because she was an idiot enough to assume something...but, then again, you know what they say about the word 'assume'...

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"Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there?"


"I...I..."Dawnstar stammered hopelessly. One moment she was deep in the thought in her own mistakes, and then with out warning (for she wouldn't ever see such obvious signs) she was hit with the full scorn of Breezefeather. The dark warriors voice rang in her head. "Lightningstar is dead." In a flash her mind took her back to Lightningstar's den the first night she was to sleep there. It smelled so much like Lightningstar that for one joyful moment Dawnstar thought that she was still was alive. But no that couldn't be true, after all it was Dawnstar herself that found her fallen leader on the thunderpath....'NO!' she physically cringed from the pain of the memory. So she retreated back to the present, the angry she cat that stood before her.


"Do not presume to tell me what I would and wouldnt not know," Breezefeather said in one final blow. Something might have snapped a bit in Dawnstars mind. For at these words she flew from a mourning sadness to anger, deep anger. 'Tell her what she would or would not know?!'

"Breezefeather do you accuse me of thinking that I would be the only one affected by our leaders death?!" She practically yelled. Just the cool sarcastic way the warrior spoke, drove a thorn right into her side. "I only assumed that you would not know what it was like to be forced to lead a clan when you were one of the youngest warriors to begin with. And I assumed you wouldn't know what it was like to so deeply betray and let down your clan that you didn't even deserve to be an apprentice, none the less a leader. For Starclan sake!...."

Dawnstar to a deep breath and turned her back on Breezefeather. Such anger, she had no idea how to handle it. Dawnstar didn't get angry. Especially just because one of HER warriors had said some sharp words.

She felt almost tired after her fit of rage and it came out in her voice. "Im sorry if I was to think you had not lived through such experiences as my own." There was no scorn in her voice...only defeat.

"Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way.
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?"


(Quotes: Drops Of Jupiter, By Train)

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
Ive stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
Ive walked and Ive crawled on six crooked highways,
Ive stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,

Something in the leader seemed to snap, and Dawnstar herself began ranting, her voiced raised, poised. She paraphrased the words that had come out of Breezefeather's own mouth. And then a tirade began, the young cat's words coming out in a rush; a breathy, angry rush. It could have fallen on deaf ears for all Breezefeather cared, however.

The night-hued warrior inhaled a sharp, thoroughly aggravated breath. "No one ever has the same experiances, Dawnstar," she rumbled darkly, totally unconcerned about her leader's own woes. The skies weep for you, the she-cat thought harshly, sarcastically. "For Starclan's sake?! You are mistaken, Dawnstar. I do not accuse you, I condemn you," she voiced firmly, contemtuously, a snarl on her face.

"You are wallowing, wallowing in your own troubles and woes. You think you aren't good enough? Then you're right, you aren't. If you're too busy looking inward to look outward, then you don't deserve to be an apprentice, much less a leader. The clan comes first? Bah, not if you've got anything to say about it!"

Breezefeather huffed loudly then, her lips drawn back in disgust. "I've experianced things you never will, youngster," an insult, of course. "Three words. Get. in. line."

Ive been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
Ive been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And its a hard, and its a hard, its a hard, and its a hard,
And its a hard rains a-gonna fall.

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[word count] 214
[mood] MUAHaHAHa!!!
[lyrics credit] it's a hard rain's a gonan fall/ bob dylan
listening to] desolation row/ bob dylan
[notes] BAUAHaHAHAHA!!

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"Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there?"


Emotionally exasperated Dawnstar listened to Breezefeather go on pointing out all her flaws with out a single hesitation. And still she continued, condemning Dawnstar in leading her clan to its ultimate downfall, if she was not to change her ways. But did she care? maybe a bit yes but she was far, far away from snapping again. For really that would be physically impossible in such circumstances. Instead she saw Breezefeather, not the young, some what normal warrior, Dawnstar clung to (for she always had to see the best in a soul). But what she really was, a cold rather unhappy she cat the seemed to have lost almost all her compassion. So why waste yet more strong emotion on a cat that wouldn't even register it? As Dawnstar sat thinking, her back turned on the warrior, see noticed the long pause and decided to fill it.

" Breezfeather, this whole time I was baffled by how a peaceful walk could be so mangled that it would turn two clan mates agents each other. But thats what you do isint? you are so cold, so bitter from YOUR woe that it is your nature to destroy anything with true feeling if it got to close. You are a part of this clan but you do not act like it. It is not your loyalty I question but your actual willingness so be part of Riverclan or any clan at all." The whole time Dawnstar spoke, the cold tone in her voice did not change. She took in a breath and turned to find the warrior was faced towards her, with green blazing eyes. She met those eyes with two gray pools that were hard as stone.

"I ask you dark one, you tell me not to engulf myself in my own sorrows. But what is it you did when you were faced with immense tragedy at my age? I admit that you are older and more experienced then me by far. But I wouldn't trade away my naive nature if it cost me my ability to feel. Because even though I am naive, I can gain experience without becoming a lifeless shell like that which stands before me." She paused a bit and then spoke, "Three words, Know.Your. Place."[/i] . Dawnstar's voice was almost a hiss and her words were dripping with distain.


"Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way.
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?"




(Quotes: Drops Of Jupiter, By Train)

[notes] Dawnstar HAS learned a bit so far. Breezy said that if she saw herself as unfit, then she was. Dawn took that up and when the warrior close to threaten at the end Dawnstar would not stand for it. after all she is leader no matter how bad at it she is.

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Dawnstar's words cut to the awful and heart-rending quick, saying words that few were willing to breath out loud. The leader hit the bulls-eye where Breezefeather was concerned. It was how Breezefeather had seen herself, granted only vaguely, and it was almost painful to hear them put to words. Yes, she was loyal to the clan, but was she a part of it? No, not really. That was a voluntary choice. Was she cold? It felt like it, sometimes - other times, it felt like she was a raging monster full of heat and fury, burning to hotly that she could scarce see past the flames of hurt and pain.

It'd been easier to be wallowing in depression, far easier. At least then she could give in without caring at all, give in with no fear of losing herself - quite the contrary, as the point was to loose herself and distance herself from the pain. It had taken immense will and strength to claw her way out of there, because she's wanted to live again. Yet, she hadn't wanted to live, and love, and care. It was too devestating, too harmful. Which is why the warrior had tried her best to leave the kind and cheerful part of her behind, the part that was most succeptible to damage, the part that had too many weak point that could be easily exploited and in turn used against her. I Don't Care! The warrior had tried to rail the world with, and it was working; this cat had said as much.

And yet, that was lie, a great big huge fat lie. She did care. She cared far too much, felt far too much raw pain and injury to not care, felt too deep and cutting a sorrow to not have feeling; A forest fire raged within, threatening to consume all. The antithesis of why Breezefeather had even fought her way out of her depression, and so the sable warrior had done the only thing she could think of to fend off the imminant destruction: she'd walled it off from the top of her mind to the bottom, refusing to acknowledge that which could so easily send her spiralling out of one world and into another.

How ironic was it, that she of the clan of water had to battle the element of fire daily, contest with the precise counterpoint of her given allegience. That she gave unwilling harbor to the element that consumed and destroyed indescriminately, that raged and roared and took on a life of it's own, that went were it would and left all others to be damned. And water, fire's opposite, its complement, the waters that healed as well as destroyed, gave life to as well as took away from, steady in its course even in the highest rages of its time.

"Better I a shell than you, then," Breezefeather spat out angrily, precisely; and she actually meant it, too. Sure, misery loves company, but Breezefeather wouldn't wish what she struggled to wade through day and night on her worst enemies, much less the leader of her clan. "And I would try not to be hypocrite, were I you. Know your place, indeed" she added vehemently, sarcasm once again pouring off her poisoned tongue, all the while being herself a hypocrite. She had no qualms on being one, however; Breezefeather was loyal, but her sense of honor left something to be desired for most cats. Honor was a funny thing, actually, and not the good kind of funny; it compelled you to do things normal, sane cats wouldn't do, and it varied from bearer to bearer, each having their own life code to follow, parallel and sometimes perpendicular to and clashing directly with the the Warrior Code, most times slanted and veering into and out of the code the clans followed.

Oh yes, Breezefeather was angry, just as the leader had said. Angry at the world, angry at herself, angry at the cat before her. She hated that she was so weak, hated that she couldn't dissapate the feelings from long ago, cast them to the disspassionate fires to be cleansed. She hated that life could be so wonderful, and then so cruel. Hated the feeling of betrayal and loss, of how she could at one moment feel as if she had a whole world in front of her, a future, and then the next watch helplessly as her world grayed and grew crumpled at the edges. She hated how her leader was making a mistake that she herself had yet to fix. And she hated her anger.

And yet, at the same time, Breezefeather wrapped her fury around her, used it as a blanket to keep her unwanted feeling bundled in and out of sight, used it as a shield to deflect potential hurt. It was buffer, an old friend by now, one that she clung to desperately, a constant in her life that she had failed to find in other areas. Anger fueled her, protected her from the more painful parts of life. And yet, fire was like the proverbial double-edged blade: it cut both ways.




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[notes] this would be me making up for not posting for so long (lies, lies I tell you.) okay, it's because my character has begun to sing to me oh, so sweetly; she's honestly disturbed by what Dawnstar told her, and yet she's unwilling to face it (she's so weak *Breezefeather makes displeased face at this thought*) so she's shoving it behind anger. Oh, and this is 873 words - I think this might be the longest [decent] warrior cat post I've ever typed up - sorry for going so philosophical on ya! Oh (again) I've been thinking, but Breezefeather is being very insubordiante (in her defense, Dawnstar encouraged it *smirks to self*) and meesa is wonderin' if Dawnstar with buck up enough to punish mean ol' Breezy *relishes the thought of playing a punished cat* gods, this is such a great RP! *totally happy with her character right now, and wishes to continue playing the social outcast/ angry kitty character* Methinks that Breezefeather's going to learn to love and trust again, but it's going to take a very special tom and/or friend. *grins at the possibilities*

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"Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there?"


Dawnstar scoffed at the warrior. It seems that Breezefeather did have emotion. "I only meant that you should look again at the role you play in this clan. To think what cats from other clans would say if they saw the way you treat your clanmates, your leader! I do think it would be perceived as weakness, and I wont have that. Its about time you were taught a lesson Breezefeather. I dont know what, but when time comes you will learn." Dawnstars vice was commanding as she took up her full authority as leader. She would find something for Breezefeather to do. Something that will teach the warrior not to question her leader. "Now I have wasted enough time arguing with you. I will talk to you later about your punishment." She said with a tone that a queen might use to scold her kit. At that the gray leader stood up with her tail high and walked away. She decided it would be best to let her warrior stew for a bit instead of taking her back to camp. 'maybe she can enjoy the weather a bit more' Dawn laughed in her head. It was so unlike her to act and think in such a hard manner. But Breezefeather knew how to get the worst out of people. Dawnstar only worried that she might stay this way. She prayed to Starclan that, that wouldn't be the case.


"Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way.
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?"




(Quotes: Drops Of Jupiter, By Train)

[mood] rubber ducky of doom! gwahahaha!
listening to] Ill follow you into the dark, by Deathcab for a cutie
[notes] I see an Apprentice in Breezey's future! arnt I evil?

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Breezefeather merely watched in silence when the Riverclan cat made to leave. The gray tail was held high in the air, a testement to the she-cat's belief in dominance, something that the black warrior hadn't seen in the other for some time (oh, yes, she paid attention, for all that she tried to stay away.)

The rain was beginning to taper off, the harsh splatters easing off into a gentle sprinkle. The sky remained as it was, however: dark, heavy, oppressive.

Punishment. Why did the word ring out the way it did? Breezefeather hadn't thought of punishment. Now she did. It send a slight chill down her spine, one that hadn nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with her mood. She was to punished, then?

The warrior's lips drew back, her white fangs bared to the world, her nose wrinkled. Punishment? Bring it.

And then, quick like a fox, the warrior was off, running into the cold day. What she was running from, she wasn't sure. But she did know that when she went back to camp, it would be a long time after the now.

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``END OF TOPIC``

The next installation of the Riverclan drama shall be found in another topic; NEXT TIME: Dawnstar punishes Breezefeather, an apprentice is thrown to the proverbial wolves.

[sandy]

If I may suggest for your hatred Dawnstar and you share, Dawnstar will get full punishment for giving you Peachkit... Peachkit... annoying... self centered... sometimes bratty... *evil laugh* Breezefeather will so totally HATE that. besides its kinda the only choice you have, unless you plan on waiting for another kit.

[Deleted]

Leafy - the thread is ended, so please don't reply to it. And it's already been decided that Chewkit will be the one to be tortu-- mentored by Breezefeather.