``brothers under the sun [OPEN.ask, m'kay?]

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sometimes i take the long way home
i walk down to the sea
i look across the water
and remember how it used to be

A light gray tabby tom sat at the edge of the canyon, gazing blindly at the stars that painted the night sky. The air was a little bit chilly, but his thick pelt protected him from the worst of the chill, and he probably wouldn't have taken notice of it even if the wind had managed to wrap it's hand around him. He was thinking, see; totally oblivious to nature and her wiles.

Gatherings were a pain. They were irritating. Annoying. Vexing. They were mass cesspools of cats from all walks of life brought together in one teaming congregation of fur and fangs. All of the clans brought their trainees, and of course all of the clans instructed the young felines that they were to spy on the other clans and learn what they could.

Faugh!

You couldn't send a kit to do a tom-cat's job - everyone knew that. Kits were hare-brained fools, full of folly and fallacy. They were, if anything, far too idealistic for the world they lived in, and they were doomed to an early life ill-spent and wasted on half-headed dreams. And the talk! Star Clan, but they spoke beyond what they should and listened but a fraction of what they needed to. If the tom had a mouse for every time he heard the apprentices say something beyond idiocy, the clan would never have to hunt again; they'd grow fat on the bounty.

A striped tail flickered in annoyance, totally outside of the reverie in which it's owner currently found himself within; dumb kits were enough to bring about anyone's ire. Not that they'd actually done anything really stupid, or that there were any particular kits in question; the tabby tom was just in a really bad mood. Why he was fussing over something that had happened half a moon ago, he himself wasn't quite aware.

The reason for it, though the unsuspecting tom would never admit it, was not because he was really miffed at the kits. Rather, he was just stressed out. It was pure irony that he was ragging out on kits, considering that the source of his stress was nothing more - nor less - than the imminent arrival of his own kits. Big tomly, tough he-warrior that he was, the thought of being a father brought him more fear and doubt than he'd ever experienced. The tom and the mother of the kits had decided together that he would be an active part of their lives, but, that had been then, and this was now...

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word count | 438 [RPG text]
listening to | the long way home \\ Gaelic Storm
mood | kinda sad - it's a sad song...
notes | trying to get back into RPing... not too picky XD
tagged | open ta ya'll~

[Darkcloud ♥]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] [bg=494f5d] The sleepless nights dragged along, along with the thoughts running through ones mind. Letting out a large sigh, Darkcloud opened his run down eyes. The scene around him was well, quite the 'kodak' moment. Raincloud was next to him, his love. He looked at her. He licked her cheek as he stood, hoping not to wake her. Darkcloud knew he was quite the invisible cat. Just like Mister Cellophane. He went around, with not many knowing who he truly was. Which was a a wonderful, loving character. As he head throbbed he looked out into the clearing. Another cat was restless as it seemed. Darkcloud made his way out of the den, taking a long dreadful look at his resting place. He smiled, then turned his head away. He could know see by the light of the stars and moon that it was the deputy, Thunderstorm. At a point in time, Darkcloud envied Thunderstorm. Thunderstorm was the deputy and he had kits on the way. Darkcloud was jealous only because he had a mate. But now Darkcloud had one of his own, someone that knew him for who he is and loved his for it too. He walked up to the deputy. The deputy seemed to be looking at the stars. The one think I love about the stars is that it doesn't matter where in the world you are, you are still underneath the same stars each day, well unless you are on a separate hemisphere, but for sure you are under the same moon. Darkcloud took a glance at the stars. Now the stars to him mean different than my definition. His stars are his ancestors, watching over him. He smiled at the stars, and nodded at them in a form of respect. This form of respect was much more effective in the case when you acctually are in contact with another cat. Now Darkcloud looked down at the deputy. Darkcloud let himself sit, like the deputy did. He could see the canyon in front of him. He always wondered if any cats had ever stumbled and made there way down it, well on accident. He looked at the deputy, he again nodded his head in respect. He smiled. "Quite the night isn't it?" Darkcloud smirked. He again felt his head, it felt as if sharp knifes where being jammed into his small head and getting two close to his brain and making it throb from the blades. Now, Darkcloud loved sleep and when he went more then one night with out it, he knew something was wrong. In most cases, it was mental. But a few times he had a physical injury that prevented sleep from coming to him. Darkcloud looked once more at the stars. [word count] 461 words [listening to] Maroon 5 -- She will be loved. [mood] crazy happy [tagged] Darkcloud, Thunderstorm, open [notes] wanna go? haha

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[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] He wasn't sure exactly to when he became aware of a second presence. Perhaps it was as the cat padded out of the den, or mayhaps it was when a breeze ruffled his fur and brought to him the scent of another. However it was, it happened, and a deep breath taken in shortly after awareness told him that it was a male and a fellow clanmate. A second later, after sifting through his reserves, Thunderstorm determined that it was a warrior, Darkcloud. The tom spoke. "Quite the night isn't it?" The tabby tom had to agree, though his response came out in the form of a simple dip of the head. He twisted his head over to the other tom and blinked at him, amber eyes glinting in the dim light as he took in his fellow Skyclanner. And then he rotated his head back into position, and resumed star-gazing. He briefly wondered what the stars were thinking, if they were even looking down at the warriors at this particular time (a small corner of him berated such thoughts, screaming blasphemy) But as soon as the thought appeared, it was gone. And behind it were unspoken questions and fears. Nothing that he particurly cared to examine. He flicked his tail slightly, the muted gray flitting from shade to shade as the light played tricks with the color. He nodded to the side, a quick jerk sideways. "Join me?" He said, his voice a husky rumble, the baritone as ever sounded too deep for his body, as if a bear were speaking, not this tom. word count | 268 [RPG Text] listening to | nuffink <) mood | crazy happy tagged | Darkcloud, open notes | Yeehaww! [/corny]

[Darkcloud ♥]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] [bg=494f5d] His head was now making him insane as he tried to fight through the pain. It made hims feel as if he was impaired, as if his mind didn't work as well. Well, it did. His head was cloudy because of the tremendous pain. He could feel his eye brows being trust down against his eyes as he tried to cope. He was glad it was night, other wise the light would give him a problem. Tonight was just not his night. In the midst of the midnight silence, his stomach turned on him and growled fiercely. Darkcloud could feel his cheeks warm in embarrassment. He hadn't eaten in a few hours, well since mid day, he wasn't hungry before his pathetic attempt at sleep. Although it was a bit relaxing. Only see the back of your eye lids and only hearing the breathing of others and the soft wind against the den. He flicked his tail in slight annoyance of the night. He didn't know what to make of himself. He didn't want to lease himself either, Darkcloud would not eat until the morning. He didn't know how far that was either. To him it seemed as if all the minutes blended together, along with the hours. He looked at the moon, in an attempt to know. But for some reason, the moon was much harder for him to tell time then the sun. He sighed. Finally the silence was broken by the sharp voice of the deputy next to him. "Join me?" he meowed. Darkcloud let his eyes wonder to the warrior. He could see that again the tom was looking into the stars. The stars were a way to know that you were home also. They were like a home away from home in some cases. Darkcloud looked up, but he could feel a painful kink in his neck. He looked back down. He rotated his neck in an attempt to crack it or fix the pain. Why was everything against him? Darkcloud had the urge to look at the stars now that he couldn't. Even through his clouded mind, he had a wonderful thought. He laid down and rolled onto his back. This position was quite comfortable. It actually made his head hurt less, due to the less amount of pressure placed on it. He looked up at the wonderful stars. The small beams of light looked as if it was light being let through a curtain. Maybe it was his ancestors peeking through it, trying to see the action down below. He found himself looking at the blank spots in the sky. They drew him. He wandered if there was anything behind them, maybe another galaxy, that could not be seen by the naked eyes. The thought came to Darkcloud that he never really responded to Thunderstorm, well with words. Darkcloud looked at the deputy. "I would be honored," he meowed in a low, gentle voice. [word count] 498 words [listening to] One Republic -- All the Right Moves [mood] shaking, and cold woot! [tagged] Darkcloud, Thunderstorm, open [notes] I like how it is brother's under the sun, yet it is night haha way to make my day Breezy!

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[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] Thunderstar had never been a particularly relaxed character; his drive and his personality had always left him a little more strung up and wrung out than most toms, and ever since the days that he'd been named mentor, then deputy, and later yet leader, the muscular tabby tom had found that time to relax was few and far. It was sort of his fault, really; he was always so busy, and he was always taking on a larger workload than he really needed to. He was strong enough to bear it, but... it could be difficult. It was especially trying during choice moments when he wasn't able to sleep for no specific reason in particular. It was especially difficult, now that his mate had kits on the way. Again, something that he had brought onto himself. Most toms don't actively acknowledge their kits, and sometimes the toms and queens prefer to keep it under wraps; but no, not Thunderstar. No, this tom had decided that he wanted to know his kits as father, and that his kits would know him as a father along with being the leader, and unlike most toms, he wasn't just letting the mother do what she would; he was fretting and fussing like a maiden queen. It wasn't his fault, really, though, that kits made him slightly uncomfortable in a way that had nothing to do with the actual critter and everything to do with unfounded fears; what if he messed up and they hated him? What if he was a horrible father? What if he... what if, what if, what if. He could play this game for hours, and it still wouldn't get him anywhere... And he'd tried already, oh, he'd tried; and come out none the wiser for his troubles, that was for sure... "I would be honored," a voice called out to him, delayed in delivery; the Skyclan leader flicked an ear slightly as it captured the sounds and fed him information - tom, adult, from the right, slightly behind him; but he already knew that. He also knew that the new-comer to the moonlight starsight revel would make it hard for him to resume relaxing. Already, the tension that was customary for him was seeping into his hard frame, lending him a solidity that lent a strong and strikingly assertive cast to his powerful mold. The tom acknowledged Darkcloud with a nod of his own, a stretch of neck and a dip of head. His whiskers, white to transparent during the day, glinted a fragile silver in the light of the moon, and he found himself half-heartedly observing them. They were long, and virtually unmarred - something that his mentor hadn't been able to escape. They weren't terribly important, though... He was vaguely curious, actually, now that he thought about it - that being Darkcloud, that in turn being why the tom was awake at this hour. It wasn't too strange a thing, true, seeing as he himself was awake, but all the same... He wondered if something was amiss with his clanmate. "If you don't mind me asking," his rough baritone delivered smoothly, "what brings you out of your warm den?" It was a little nippy that night, and the sunrise wouldn't be for another few moments. And it was his job, no less, to look after his clanmates. word count | 571 [RPG Text] listening to | The Broken Promise: O'Mahoney's/Murphy's Reel (Gaelic Storm) mood | *shrug* tagged | Darkcloud, open notes | we'lll hafta to pretend that he's always been leader in this thread XD [/corny]

[Darkcloud ♥]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] [bg=494f5d] As Darkcloud observed the stars above him, it seemed as if everything was unfolding. He wanted to be a part of something bigger. When he was younger, he thought that was what the clan was for. But now, it seemed as if something bigger awaited him. The stars showed it too. He felt as if they were his guide. They would take him where he needed to be, whether it was physically or mentally. He saw one, fall down from its spot in the night sky. He felt as if that was him. Now his view of the stars was changing. He was stationary, but now the stars told him different. That shooting star was him. That star was finding out where it should be. And it decided that in order to be where it belongs, it needs to take a small journey. Now, Darkcloud would never leave the clans. His journey was going to be exploring the depths of his mind. All of us can find that our minds have more to hold that we cam imagine. It held your memories and your thoughts. Plus the things you know and the things you forget. It has so much packed in, that no one could fathom the amount. It reminds me of the concept of not thinking. Do ahead and try. You cannot because you are thinking, not to think. Complex isn't it? To explore a peer's mind would be quite the adventure. Just seeing things as a third party observer. It would be a great way to receive inspiration. For anything for at that. It could help you see situations from a different point of few. it would help you with your decisions and help you understand what you are doing. Many are lost in who they are, like I am now. So many different worlds surround me, and I can't decide the one that I fit into. I know which is right and which is wrong, but they are both appealing. I don't want to choose either because if I loose one or the other I will loose the ones I love. If you know me, I hate to loose those around me. Anyways, back to Darcloud. His many thoughts were interrupted by his leader next to him. "If you don't mind me asking, what brings you out of your warm den?" he heard the leader's voice call out. Darkcloud looked up at the leader. "Well, lately sleep has been rare for me. I cannot keep my mind clear enough to relax. So many thoughts and so little room," he began explaining. he could feel himself tensing up. Darkcloud wasn't one to share his thoughts. He knew that the leader might have the same issues as him, but Darkcloud just wanted out of it all. He wanted to know, just know, what was next for him. "I noticed you were out here, and at the time company seemed like a good idea," he went further. He wasn't in the mood for company anymore. He just wanted to curl up. He really needed to speak to Raincloud. He felt distant from her lately. he figured it was the fact he had trouble sleeping. But what if being distant from her was the reason he couldn't sleep? One once told me that love is a necessity to all life. And the fact of not sleeping can kill you. What if Darkcloud just needed to express his love for others. Although with all the people surrounding him, he felt as if none of them understood him. He was lonely even though company was there all day and all night. [word count] 617 words [listening to] OMG -- Usher [mood] Unsure of who I am supposed to be. [tagged] Darkcloud, Thunderstorm, open [notes] We aren't playing the what if game here....haha

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"Well, lately sleep has been rare for me. I cannot keep my mind clear enough to relax. So many thoughts and so little room," the tom murmured, "I noticed you were out here, and at the time company seemed like a good idea."

The tabby leader of the clan dipped his head in a slow, relaxed manner, thoroughly understanding his clanmate's issue. "I, too, find sleep to be a rare commodity these nights," and it was true. Sleep was hard for him to come by, even after the grueling regimen that he kept during the day. Whether from planning his next day, pondering the future of his clan, or fretting over his mate, the oft-busy mind of Thunderstar was kept far too occupied to even think of shutting off that early - usually, the tom wound up laying away well into the wee hours of the morning, until he finally managed to snatch a few, fitful hours of rest before rising once again at day-break.

There was nothing wrong with being industrious - any well-to-do worker can tell you just as much; there is, however, an extent to just how much a cat could undertake before the abuse caught up with him, as Seafeather was apt to chide him. The tom cat knew, intellectually, that he should really spend more time sleeping and resting, but he just felt that, should he do that, something important wouldn't get done, or he'd forget something and the world would end in a blazing glory of charred chaos - which was stupid, really, because every morning, when the sun rose, the world was still there.

As his mind was wont, the tom found himself unconsciously latching onto niggling details. "At the time?" he inquired curiously, intrigued. Was there a reason that it no longer seemed like a 'good idea'?

[Darkcloud ♥]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] [bg=494f5d] "I, too, find sleep to be a rare commodity these nights," The leader told Darkcloud. Darkcloud nodded. "Is it because you are getting ready to be a father?" Darkcloud asked in curiosity. He wasn't one to ask questions, but before Darkcloud has his own mate, he was very jealous of Thunderstar. But now that Darkcloud is in love, he no longer envied his leader. He was happy that he was in the path of what he wanted when he was older. He still wanted kits. He always did. He wanted to be able to spread his knowledge to his kin. His kin would spread it to their peers and to their kin. He also wanted to be able to love someone as family. He loved Raincloud more than family, she was his significant other. He didn't remember the last time he loved another as family. Than again when was the last time he loved? He loved Raincloud, but it wasn't as strong anymore. The clan needed each of them, so they had no time together. So their love was based on the images in their memory. Its like when you love someone and they leave, you build up a new person in your head. When they come back, it as almost as if you never met them before. Because this person you build up in your head is ten times better than the original. "At the time?" the leader had added. Darkcloud looked at the leader. Company wasn't so bad was it? He tried to convince himself. "Well, now I don't know how I feel," he replied. "I want to be with someone, but at the same time being alone sounds great," he explained He did feel like curling up in a ball would help him feel better. He never left the clan before, not for a long time at least. But maybe it was time for him to get away. Just for a few days. So that he could learn to appreciate the things the clan gives him. Because now they are hard for him to see. [word count] 353 words [listening to] Blind--Jason DeRulo [mood] tired but happy for the most part :) [tagged] Darkcloud, Thunderstorm, open [notes]

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You had to be really perceptive to see the reaction to Darkcloud's inquisition, but it was there, if one knew to look. It wasn't that Thunderstar was ashamed to worry about his mate; quite the opposite, he was proud that his mate was expecting kits, and that he was going to be a father. That he had his doubts about how good a father he'd be was something he thought that he'd kept to himself, and the slight stiffening of his large frame was the unconscious flinch at the knowledge that he was apparently quite transparent.

He allowed his discomfort to be assuaged by the continuation of the conversation, however. "I see." Brilliance, sheer brilliance on his part. It was obvious to the leader that his warrior, too, was uncomfortable, and rather than take solace in that fact, the tom grew further agitated.

"I know," he began carefully, "that sometimes one's outlook on life can warp and seem to change for the worse," and he did, didn't he. Talking about feelings and emotions never really had been his strong point, but a leader did what they could, didn't they? "But, you know, things always seem to work out..." And if he was smart, the tabby leader would take his own advice; but since when had he ever been smart about matters such as these? His warrior name should have been Worryheart!

[Darkcloud ♥]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] [bg=494f5d] "I see," the leader replied. Darkcloud was a bit confused. Maybe it was to the fact that he was running on no sleep, but he could have sworn he asked a question. I see was not an answer. He shook his head and forgot about it. He looked at the leader and smiled. "I know that sometimes one's outlook on life can warp and seem to change for the worse, but, you know, things always seem to work out," the leader meowed. The words that escaped the leader's maw were very wise. Darkcloud was a bit impressed. They had great meaning behind them, even if Darkcloud could not see it all. They were also true words. Things usually work out, but in some cases they do not. But then again that is rare. "Thank you," he meowed. "I really needed to hear that," he replied. He wasn't sure why himself, and neither am I, why he needed to hear those words. But he did. They helped him smile and remember that he can get through this. he had gotten out of the dumps before and he could do it again. He sighed and smiled. I can do it, he repeated to himself in his head. He was like Tommy the train. He was going up and all he needed to do was have faith in himself that yes, he could do it. he could get to the peak of the hill and make his way back down. Darkcloud realized that it was silent between him and the leader, but he liked it. The silence was nice to his ears and mind. It helped him to think through the tired haze placed on his brain. [word count] 287 words [listening to] Black Eyed Peas--I Gotta Feeling [mood] uber tired but oh well :) [tagged] Darkcloud, Thunderstorm, open [notes] i should not rp this late...