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Post by SHADE. :D on Aug 31, 2007 15:25:49 GMT -5
It was so tempting. Temptation, oh, why was is thought of as a sin, when it was so intoxicatingly wonderful? Spectre's blue eyes were fixed on the slightly clouded foot of the cliff. Her paws brushed the edge, her tail hung between her hind legs. Tear tracks still marked her snowy cheeks and her paws were not their usaul crystalline white. Mud clotted her claws and streaked up her limbs, and her fur was matted and tangled with pieces of bramble and leaves.
How easy it would be.
Everyone would be over. Nobody would know. Nobody would care. She had felt like this once before, poised at a huge drop and ready to leap. She had done, too. But she had been saved by only the tips of fate's claws, and had thanked StarClan for their mercy. But no, it was all wrong. This had to be a punishment for her sins. This new life had never been true. There was only one quesion holding her back. If she jumped, who would save her this time...?
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Post by cursico on Aug 31, 2007 19:19:25 GMT -5
Cursico hated cliffs. They were high and dangerous. Did he mention high? He hated heights and had always avoided them. If he didn't have a purpose, he might have frozen and died up here with the thought of falling. The long drop was dizzying to look at, but somehow tempting, the urge to jump, it would be a blast before you hit the bottom.
Rocks slid from under his heavy and very unathletic paws. Muffin would have been better at this, she was slimmer, faster and wasn't scared of heights. Ohh god he was so high! Cursico stopped, closing his eyes, trying to get his bearings, so high, too high. He wanted his feet back on solid ground.
He opened his eyes a slit, and spotted Spectre. He stumbled forward again, franticly gripping the uneven ground.
"SPECTRE!" He screamed, his voice hurt, he had been shouting too long. Ohh how much his throat hurt, but it was nothing compared to the height, have I said how much he hates those heights? So far down, so alluring.
Forwards, forwards, you're doing this for her, don't slip, keep going, catch up. He worked his muscles faster, he wasn't fast, but he could always keep going.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Sept 1, 2007 8:36:03 GMT -5
Her eyes shut, mind blank, it was not going to be difficult taking a step... Something tugged at the corners of her mind, something she vaguely recognized... A voice. Oh, the mountains were whisering to her, telling her to join them, telling her to hurry. It was time, it had to be time. Spectre sighed, her breath a cloud due to her height. What was the meaning of life when life meant nothing? And so she lifted a forepaw and brought it forward, ready to take that step.
"Spectre!"
Her claws groped at the air for several moments before she placed it down. She slipped slightly, losing her bearings, but then struggled upright, claws deep in the moss. Spectre turned, squinting. There he was, Cursico, his ungainly form picking its way toward her, his ginger and white fur bristling, eyes half-shut. Hadn't he said how much he despised heights. And yet he was here. He had come for her. He had forgotten his fear for her, for Spectre. And as this crossed her mind, she realised how wrong she had been. Life had a meaning; love was the meaning of life. The loner turned, hating the blankness that had overcome her, and made her way to Cursico with expert ease.
She had not realised how much she would've missed him. He was so familiar to her now, his broad shoulders and shifty grin. Spectre's head drooped onto one of the tom's shoulders, and her whole body stooped. "I'm so sorry," her whisper was barely audible. "I'm sorry I left you, I'm so sorry." And as she looked up at him, her blue eyes swimming with tears, she truly meant it. |
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Post by cursico on Sept 1, 2007 12:53:12 GMT -5
Cursico shivered and buried his nose into Spectre's cheek. He was shivering, and he wasn't sure why. Was it joy? Fatigue or fear and being so high up? Yet he licked her all the same, he listened to her musical voice, listening so hard he missed the words.
All that mattered was that she hadn't gone down into a place where he might never see her again. Sure, they were now perched on a cliff (So high) and Cursico wasn't sure how he could get down. Sure he expected to have a broken voice for the next few days. It all didn't matter.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Sept 2, 2007 9:40:12 GMT -5
Spectre swallowed and licked Cursico's nose, the tears dribbling down her cheeks. Twining her tail with Cursico's, she mewed. "Follow me." The white loner began to make her way back down the cliff, skerting ledges, leaping drops, turning to help Cursico. He had come for her, and so she would repay him by helping him.
Eventually the grass could be seen. Spectre leaped a few more rocks, skidding down a steep rocky slope. She then landed in a patch of heather with a phrff. She looked up at Cursico. "Come on," she mewed, voice encouraging. "You can do it, Cursico." The white loner stared up at him, blue eyes fixed on his. He could do this. |
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Post by cursico on Sept 2, 2007 12:32:54 GMT -5
Cursico hesitantly put a foot down, testing the rocks before putting his next paw forward. With the slowness of an untried kitten, he clambered in Spectre's footsteps. At the first drop, he stopped and peered down "Mueow" He moaned. Cursico was definitely not one for jumping, he tried to reach over with his paw, and could just reach the other side. In a sort of slide he gripped the sides and pulled his body across, not the best way, but it worked. It felt like forever before he could see grass, his tired muscles were shaking and aching.
With another jump, Cursico landed on the slope, and came tumbling down, bring rocks along with him. A heavy landing at the end, and his feet were on hard ground.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Sept 6, 2007 13:25:35 GMT -5
As soon as all four of Cursico's snowy (if dusty) paws were on the ground, Spectre ran towards him. She pressed comfortingly up against him, glad for the warmth and softness of his pelt against her's. "I'm really sorry," she repeated, blue eyes sincere. The white she-cat looked up at Cursico. "Do you want to go back h-" She barely stopped herself saying 'home'. The cave may be home to her, but not necesarily to Cursico. "The cave," she finished. |
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Post by cursico on Sept 6, 2007 15:51:42 GMT -5
Cursico shook himself and pressed up against Spectre as she came to him. Elated his mind kept screaming I did it! His head was dizzy with giddiness, he wanted to do it again! He couldn't believe it, but that type of danger was what he wanted... Just with the twist that climbing wasn't part of his expertise. "I would love to go back to that cute little cave of yours" He purred.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Sept 7, 2007 13:04:14 GMT -5
Suddenly smiling, Spectre nodded. She brushed Cursico's nose with her tail tip, before trotting off in the direction of her cave. The white she-cat ran through the grasses, paws making soft noises on the earth. Spectre's ears cupped forward, trying to catch all the sounds. She was careful to open her mouth and draw in the scents on the air; she did not want to stray onto clan territory again. No way. |
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Post by cursico on Sept 8, 2007 8:18:37 GMT -5
Cursico trotted beside her. Not wanting to be in front or behind the white cat. The time he'd spent in that cave, was the longest he'd ever spent in one place since dumping the Kitty-pet life. He felt an indescribable urge to keep going back to the cave... And this had all started with trying to find a cool place to stay.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Sept 11, 2007 10:23:19 GMT -5
// I made a new thread in the loner territories. |
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