i want to think i like rainy days //way open\\

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nobody knows who i really am
i never felt this empty before
and if i ever need someone to come along
who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong

She stood at the edges of the river, front paws engulfed by cold water, the river splitting in wake of her immobile legs. Her back paws were not submerged in the water, instead resting further back on the muddy bank of the river. The paws rested lightly on the ground, the she-cats weight balanced and centered, her feet unencumbered and ready to spring forth at a moments notice, if needed.

It had rained last night, and the ground was still soggy, sagging underneath her steps, the mud squelching unpleasantly and oozing its way through her toes. She would groom them later, but not now. Now was reserved for tranquility, peace and calm, some would say, though that would be a lie. It was not peaceful, this tranquility. No, it was a raging and terrifying calm, deceptive. For she wasn't thinking of clear sunny skies and fluffy white clouds: she was thinking of a storm, a raging, roaring whirl of wind and rain, lightning splitting the sky asunder as thunder trembled through the air. Something quite similar to the storm that had blown in and out the night before.

It was an metaphorical storm, of course, one used to describe the warrior's state of being. She was remembering days gone by, something she was prone to doing from time to time, despite the barriers she had erected to block all flowage in and out. And it was depressing her, holding her paralyzed save for a slight twitching of her glossy tail, her hunting mission forgotten.

We are all rowing the boat of fate
The waves keep on comin' and we can't escape
But if we ever get lost on our way
The waves would guide you through another day

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[tagged] open to riverclanners
[word count] 257
[listening to] buffalo soldier/bob marley
[title credits] i want to think i like rainy days/ rie fu
[lyric credits] life is like a boat/ rie fu
[notes] none at the moment

[crowfeather221]

Talonwind sat at the edge of the river. Makeing sure his shadow didn't fall over the water, he waited for a fish to swim by. A silver flash cought his eye. He shot out a paw, claws sheathed, and hooked the fish and dragged it out of the water. He killed it with a siwft blow, picked it up, and padded around the bend. Breezefeather was sitting at the bank, her thoughts clearly clouded. He padded over and dropped the fish. Clearing his throat to catch her attention,, he meowed," Are you alright Breezefeather?" He sat down next to her.

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Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe

Breezefeather started out of her reverie most involuntarily at the sound of a throat being cleared, hating herself for showing such weakness all the while, and turned around to face whomever had chosen to disturb her, body twisting with the dexterity of a practiced and seasoned warrior, her muscles tensed, ready for conflict if need be. It was an instictive reaction, one that, on a hindsight, wasn't all that necessary at all: she was in Riverclan territory, so, theoretically, she had nothing to be wary of; only Riverclanners would be within the Riverclan borders. This was all in theory, of course. In practice, Breezefeather felt, one never knew who'd show up in the territory. They could be enemy as well as friend, foe as well as ally.

The distuber in question was a friend, an ally, none other than Talonwind, the new deputy of Riverclan, who just another of the cats swept away in the sudden upheaval of order and hierarchy in Riverclan. "Are you alright, Breezefeather?" the tom inquired of the black warrior, and then he went and plopped his rear end on the ground near her, seemingly un-mindful of the mud that would now cling to his pelt.

"Does it look like I'm alright?" she challanged, slashing her tail through the air once, the tail arcing upward before settling back to it's downward position.


But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

(LYRICS: masters of war/bob dylan)

[crowfeather221]

Talonwind blinked at the she cat's hostility. " Yes, but it's just-" He broke off seeing she didn't want to talk about it. Respecting her personal feelings he quickly changed the subjet," I must take this back to camp." He meowed picking up the plump fish. " Good bye Breezefeather, I will see you soon at camp." He manged to say aroung the fish. Turning he padded through some reeds and out of sight of the RiverClan she cat.

(sorry it's a bit short)

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END OF THREAD

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That was short. Sure it's the end?

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Yep; why do people always think that threads need to be at least three pages long? A series of short encounters is just fine, too.