Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Aug 12, 2007 10:40:36 GMT -5
they bloom all year round
as if they are raised in a rose garden
we, too, without
changing a bit
may rise on above time.
{lavenderlace.
thirty-four moon old medicine cat of serenityclan.
a purple-flowered plant; the sweet scent of said plant.[/blockquote]
Like a gardener who does not speak,
With his fingers parched in the soil,
Producing only beautiful things.
Compared with her mentor, Lavenderlace seems like a small cat. Of course, anyone looks small standing next to Runningcloud, which she tended to do a lot. In reality Lavenderlace is an average-sized cat, right smack in the middle of larger Timbersmoke and slight Freespirit. Her paws are smallest in comparison with her body, each one a creamy white. As a medicine cat her claws are not excercized as much as those of warriors, but she will not hesitate to defend her Clan with them when needed. From her paws extend her legs, nothing special here, and eventually her spine arches up and supports her head. Her muzzle, like her paws, is white, with a little pink nose dotting the end of it. Two amber eyes gaze out in harmony with her pelt, two dainty ears poke up above her skull. Whiskers twitch and brush against ferns, growing out from her tiny white cheeks. A long, slick tail flows behind her in all it's striped glory.
This she-cat's pelt is what humans would call a mackeral tabby, basically, instead of the normal swirling tabby sripes Lavenderlace's are thin and uniform. Each pale stripe spikes down from her spine to the edges of her belly, which is bleached white. It makes her look almost like a toned-down tiger. The base of her pelt is a tangerine orange, and so her pelt is, basically, gentle peach in hue with darker ripples of color and the occasional splash of white. You got all that? Good.
Into the sweet twilight of spring as well,
And into the chilled bed of winter,
Descends the same dream as always,
But the heart that feels it is different.
Lavenderlace is a docile character, although during kithood and apprenticeship she was rather excitable as all cats are. She has a sort of determination about her, a sense of responsibility that she often feels weighing down on her like a rock. She frets easily, but still her paws dance across wounds in a pattern of steps only Runningcloud could possibly have taught her. Lavenderlace is gifted but in no ways extrordinary, her medicinary talents could use much work. She constantly reminds herself of this, and often she worries that she won't be good enough when Runningcloud passes and she is the only medicine cat of SerenityClan. She's not shy, per say, but she's quiet and speaks when needed.
She doesn't have many friends, but she's got no enemies, so that's one plus of being a medicine cat. She often thinks she prefers to be alone but that's one thing that she doesn't know about herself - she's actually much more comfortable in crowds than in solitude. She likes company but because she usually has someone with her - Runningcloud, a sick patiant, a queen from the nursery - she doesn't think about it much, but when she does get lonesome it borders on depression.
Picking out things that cannot be lost,
Things that cannot be given away,
Sadness and resignation,
if you only plant them.
Everyone in SerenityClan could see that Pastelsky and Mousepaw were in love. It was so obvious - Mousepaw would show off the best prey he had caught to her when they hunted together, Pastelsky would seem so much more cheerful when he was around. They confessed their love at Mousepaw's warrior ceremony, taking on the name Mouseclaw, after him being an apprentice for a few moons after she became a warrior. Only a little while later came the attack from Chaosfire, and although the rogues were frightened off in the end, and although all seemed fine for the young couple at first, Mouseclaw soon passed away from his injuries.
Pastelsky was helped out by the presence of her friends Octoberlies and Snowflake, but it was very hard for her when she found out that she was pregnant with Mouseclaw's kits. Wouldn't he get to see his own children? It was a litter of four, but one was stillborn: she named him Cliffkit, the name Mouseclaw had been so intent on calling one of his sons. The other three were healthy kits - one looked like a longhaired version of Pastelsky, he was named Timberkit. The other was also longhaired, resembling Mouseclaw in looks. Freekit was her name. And then there was Lavenderkit, who looked not like her mother or her father but her mother's brother who had also passed.
The kits grew up together, and as all of them were mischevious and playful they were quite a pawful. Needless to say, no one was bored when Lavenderkit, Freekit and Timberkit were around. Kithood was bright and happy, but there wasn't one of the three that didn't wonder what it would be like if they had a father to look up to.
When apprenticing time came, Lavenderpaw was a warrior apprentice for... um, five minutes? She was switched to Runningcloud's apprentice only a few moments after being given to Peanutdrift as an apprentice. Why was never clear but Runningcloud had always been close to the litter, and she was growing old and needed a successor.
Lavenderpaw was eager to learn, although being in the medicine den all the time really calmed her hyper soul. It was during her long apprenticeship that the battle against the Tribe came, and as a medicine cat apprentice she was objected to go. Although she was scared Lavenderpaw was also eager to show Runningcloud that she, too could fight, in spite of having been told by the elderly she-cat not to even try. The Clans seemed to be in good shape until they were challanged by Heartlessfrost, the horrible leaderess of the Tribe. It was then that, in a spurt of courage, Pastelsky jumped from the crowd to face the ghostly she-cat. Lavenderpaw and Timberpaw watched in horror as their mother was slayed by Heartlessfrost. Neither forgot that moment.
As the battle began, feuled by Pastelsky's death, Lavenderpaw made the stupid mistake to try and fight agianst those spectres who had killed her mother. She ended up getting severely wounded, only to be carried back to camp and saved by Runningcloud herself. Suddenly, with the loss of her mother Lavenderpaw had gained a guardian in Runningcloud.
Moons later Lavenderpaw became Lavenderlace on the same night her siblings became Freespirit and Timbersmoke. At the Moonshard, she saw a vision of Runningcloud fending off foxes, snarling and slashing at them as she declared that no one hurt 'her daughtor'. Not knowing what it meant, Lavenderlace was wary for the next few moons, keeping the vision a secret from any other cat. Everything seemed well until Timbersmoke forced a MoonClan she-cat into having his kits, although that was not the intention at the time Cyanfeather - the she-cat - came to SerenityClan and the kits were born there. Lavenderlace has had trouble speaking with her brother since, though she does love her neices and nephews very much. Jasminestar's death shook her a bit as she realized that soon, Runningcloud would probably face death, too.
Oh, if only she knew what were to happen. Runningcloud did die protecting her from a pack of foxes, and now Lavenderlace realized that Runningcloud had meant her - Lavenderlace was all Runningcloud had as a daughtor, and after Pastelsky had been killed she had taken on the same roll in Lavenderlace's life. As she begged her not to leave, that she still needed her to teach her and guide her and be there for her, Runningcloud passed.
Now, with Freespirit caught up in warrior duties and her boycott against her brother, Lavenderlace feels more lonely than ever.
We continue searching for the castle
that lies we know not where.
Surely when we come upon it,
Our entire bodies covered in dust,
mother Pastelsky
father Mouseclaw
brother Timbersmoke
sister Freespirit
neices Amaranthkit, Brokenkit
nephews Toxickit, Aetherkit
mentor Runningcloud
With tears and sighs, the road
from whence we came will turn to swampland.
We cannot thereafter return,
So forever stay our hands.
I'm making a painting.
It's a portrait.
It's made of dark colors.
On it... is a ghost.
song: nanashi no mori by ALI PROJECT[/size]
If we spy upon the surface of the water in the dark
of night, it will become still like a mirror,
Everything that we
wish for, splendidly
Beckons to us.
Do you say that you will go beyond that?
Throwing away everything
I am not so weak as to dive
Into make-believe.
Throwing away everything
I am not so weak as to dive
Into make-believe.
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