Nostalgia;;So Alone

[FIREH!!]

Spicetalon[/font]
And I die,
One day at a time.
'Cause I just can't seem to get you off my mind.



<sub>No, his leg wasn't broken, the lucky cat. He padded through a silvery forest, still stunned with grief. So many memories had flashed through his mind as he watched his sister die. Part of him wanted to scream his loudest and hunt down Corbyn, the other half wanted to curl up and die. But he needed to be strong. Spicetalon's silvery fur shone in the breaking dawn. He passed the Rocks that had killed his sster for the last time. He could still smell the blood and still, Corbyn's scent was there, but faint.

It was a few days after her death, and Fernpelt would be getting her lives soon. He continued to pad through the forest, his heart being torn as he looked around at the territory around him. It didn't seem real. Not anymore. He was the only one left. The only Shadestar and Razorstar kit left. All the others had died. He had witnessed the births of many kits, and the deaths of many warriors, but the only ones that tore him were the deaths of his kin. Of course, a lot of the clan were made up from them, but it didn't matter. He had lost his best friend, and now he was alone. Utterly alone.

Spicetalon continued his solitary trek, thinking. He could leave. He could just leave the territory now, and never return, but Amethyststar wouldn't have wanted that. She would want him to carry the legacy of Eclipseclan in his blood, until his last, struggling breath. She would want him to be happy. He scoffed. Happy? How could he be happy? He had lost all the cats he cared for! The tom lifted his head and stared at the dying Silverpelt. Why are you taking all of my loved ones!? He screamed at them. Then, as he dropped his head, it began to rain, as if Starclan were crying. Crying for the loss of a fine warrior, mother, and leader. His tears mingled with the rain, and as it grew stronger, his pelt grew wetter. But he didn't care. He sat in the middle of the clearing, with his head down. He was praying. Praying that his family would be taken care of in Starclan, and that the one's in the tribe would be returned soon.

He stood and shook his pelt. Watery drops flew everywhere, and he continued on his walk. His next step brought him to a gorge. He hadn't realized he had walked this far. He looked down. It was where the rocks ended, and the river started. He clawed at the grass on the edges, and shook his head. Tears fell from his face, and landed with a silent splash in the water five fox-lengths away.

What have I done... I should've been there... I had to protect her.. He whimpered. He turned away and walked inland, his head and tail drooping. It was all his fault. If he hadn't waited those few heartbeats... She's still be alive.... The tom hated himself. He hated himself for letting her down. They didn't even get to hunt.

Hunting.... He hadn't eaten since her death... Still, no hunger pangs clawed at him. He was heart broken, and that was that. No amount of herbs or cheeriness could make him feel better. He carried on his trek, still hating himself. His eyes were full of grief and anger. He tore up more grass as his claws caught it. He would get his revenge. But not for him, for her. For Amethyststar.

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[Dansen[Mouse]]

~[Brackenpaw]~

A rather large apprentice followed not to far behind Spicetalon, yet far enough so he couldn't see her. Her silvery, dark striped fur held a faint glow as the moon was falling behind the trees and the sun was rising on the other side. She looked on and watched the tip of his white tail disappearing in the bushes ahead of her. She was half surprised that he hadn't heard her yet, she had made a few attempts to talk to him before, but he seemed so depressed she could come up with the courage.

Now here she was, following him from the camp out into the forest. She was hoping he was hunting so she could join him but to later she had realized he was walking along, ignoring the scent of prey all around them. She jumped when he screamed something and she almost ran back to camp to leave him in his sorrow, but instead she decided to talk to him. She hesitated too long and almost lost him in the morning dew when his scent suddenly became stronger and she found him tearing up the grass. She couldn't bare to see him in this state any longer, shyness or not, she couldn't walk away from someone who might just need someone to talk to. 'But would he talk to an apprentice?' She wondered, 'Or simple send me back home.

Finally she pushed her fears aside and padded partly out of the bushes. "It wasn't your fault, you know." She almost whispered to him. "Everyone knew of Corbynfeather's ambition, but no one could predict he would kill his own mother." She almost shrank away, afraid she had spoken too openly to the older Warrior. She wouldn't look him in the eyes afraid of seeing anger in their, but inside she also needed someone to talk to also. Ever since she saw Amethyststar fall on the sharp rocks below the falls she had been having nightmares in her sleep. Maybe talking about it to someone who would understand it would help.

[FIREH!!]

Spicetalon[/font]
And I die,
One day at a time.
'Cause I just can't seem to get you off my mind.


_{Hearing the rustling behind him, he at first thought it was prey. Then when he turned around, he caught a painfully familiar scent. It was Brackenpaw. His initial emotion was anger. How dare she intrude on his thoughts! But then he heard her words, and he turned to her, grief stricken in his eyes. I know... But I've been protecting her since I was a kit and she was a new apprentice..... I'm so lost without her... At that point, he broke down. He was a blubbering mass, lost in his thoughts. We-We've been through so much... And now my nephew... Her son! Killed her! I can't believe it... He moaned. The senior warrior looked at the young cat. You're probably scarred for life... I'm so sorry you had to see Amethyststar die.. He murmured.}

[SHADE. :D]

puzzlepaw

His eyes, the eerie colour of the sky at dusk, shone through the slight gloom of the Raven Forest. The grey, black and white tabby tom breathed in the fresh air, his tail raised and waving slightly from side to side. He had needed to get out of the camp, away from the smell of blood, death and despair. Puzzlepaw blinked. The surroundings were so peaceful, the trees tall and breathing out the soft scent of pine blood. Puzzlepaw flicked up his ears as he heard voices and the scent of cats hit him square in the face. He smelt blood, and thought he recognized Brackenpaw, the she-cat he had spoken to before leaving camp.

Puzzlepaw increased his pace, his large eyes wide. He spotted the two silver tabby pelts through a screen of birch trees. He recognized Spicetalon, as well as Brackenpaw. Sympathy filled his heart. Spicetalon was Amethyststar's sister. He was sure to miss her. Puzzlepaw imagined Firepaw dying, or Cascadepaw, or Rainbowpaw. No matter how annoying his sisters were, he would never forgive himself if they died. Puzzlepaw stepped out of the trees. It wasn't nice to spy on people. "She's at peace now," he mewed calmly to the warrior. "It's what she would have wanted. Could you imagine her as an elder?" Puzzlepaw sat down and licked one forepaw. "I can't."

[FIREH!!]

_{Spicetalon turned his head to Puzzlepaw. Is it a convention of apprentices, or something? He asked himself silently. Then he couldn't help but laugh. She'd be pretty cranky as an elder.. He laughed. Then he shook his head. But she shouldn't have gone out like that. He meowed. She deserved a more honourable death than being killed by her son. I knew there was something wrong with him, and that he hated her, but I didn't think he'd kill her... I should've kept my eye on him better. He meowed sadly.}

[SHADE. :D]

puzzlepaw

Puzzlepaw smiled wryly. Yes, Amethyststar was hard to imagine as an elder. Apprentices getting under her paws, trying to check her pelt for fleas... No, she had been far too independent for elderhood. But Spicetalon was right. No cat deserved to be murdered, especially not by their own kin. Their own son... Puzzlepaw imagined having the urge to kill Moonmist. No, it would never happen. He loved her too much. She was his mother...

Puzzlepaw padded across to the silver tabby tom and apprentice, his long tail stuck straight upright and swaying slowly as if to some beat only he could hear. He stopped before Spicetalon and lifted a paw, placing it on the older tom's shoulder. "It wasn't your fault," he mewed. "Nobody foresaw it. Not Littlefox. Not Prophecypaw. Not even StarClan."

[FIREH!!]

_{The tom looked at the young apprentice. The cat was only just made an apprentice, and he already spoke like a warrior. He smiled sadly at him. You'll make a great warrior.... Your grandmother would be proud. He smiled at his great-nephew. Then he licked his ear and stood up. Come on guys, let's hunt a bit. He felt better after talking to the pair.}

[&&R.A.V.E.N :3]

glacierfrost

[/color] Came the deep voice of the tom as he padded up beside Spicetalon, flicking his tail and lightly touching the warrior's shoulder. His heart went out to the tom, loosing his sister was clearly hard on him. Most could see it. "I'll join your hunt. With Fernpelt's kits coming, they'll be more mouths to feed." He mewed, his tail flicking back and forth. His eyes flicked to the two apprentices. "Show Spicetalon and I how well you can hunt."
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[Dansen[Mouse]]

~[Brackenpaw]~

The silver apprentices ears flattened in discomfort in being praised by the warrior. She didn't really do much, just offer a kind ear, but she gave a curt nod in reply to Glacierfrost, though it was only slightly and she wasn't sure Glacierfrost caught it. It didn't matter anyway, she loved to hunt and she would do her best to impress the older warriors, possibly even help get Spicetalon's mind off of his sister.

She silently padded towards the bushes and opened her maw to bring in the scents all around her. Her mind immediately went into download mode, sorting through every scent until she found what she was looking for. A squirrel was nibbling on a beech nut under a tree not to far from them. She expertly went into her hunting crouch and slowly stalked towards the furry creature, but she hadn't paid attention and stepped on a branch.

The squirrel's ears pricked up and it bolted up the tree. But Brackenpaw was close enough as she quickly followed and launched herself up towards the tree. She jumped high enough to dig her claw into the squirrel and drag it down with her. She padded back towards the other with her catch in her jaw. And started to bury it before she wondered how long it had been before Spicetalon had eaten. She dropped it at his feet. "Are you hungry?" She asked the Senior Warrior, though it was a mere mumble. "Its kind-of been a while since I saw you eat last."

[SHADE. :D]

puzzlepaw

Puzzlepaw smiled wryly at Spicetalon. "If I make it that far," he mewed enigmatically, his tail still swaying like some absurb metronome. He nodded at the silver tabby tom's words. Yes. Hunting. That was a good idea. Petaldance's kits needed food, and Fernpelt, soon to be Fernstar, would be giving birth soon. Puzzlepaw turned his fluffy ears as Glacierfrost emerged from the bushes. He tilted his muzzle respectfully to the warrior, before nodding. The grey, black and white tabby apprentice slipped into the shadows, his bottle-brush tail sliding out of sight after him.

Puzzlepaw scented the air, his jaws slightly parted. He had only ever hunted a few times before, being a young apprentice. One of the last kits Amethyststar had ever apprenticed, in fact. The tom soon latched onto the scents of a squirrel and a pigeon. He heard rustling coming from nearby, and the smell of blood. It seemed Brackenpaw had caught the squirrel. Puzzlepaw pulled the scent of the bird closer to himself, before beginning to stalk the hapless creature. He could see it now, large, it's chest swelling as it sat on a low branch. Puzzlepaw calculated the height carefully. How high... Too high? Nah. Puzzlepaw leapt, his claws sliding out. He snagged them in the pigeon's feathers and dragged it earthward, where he killed it swiftly. The young tom picked the still-warm body up between his teeth and carried it back to the clearing. He dropped it and smiled faintly at Brackenpaw. "Great catch," he commented.

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[FIREH!!]

_{Spicetalon's stomach growled at the prey that lay at his feet. He shook his head. We'll bring it back to the elders. He told her. Good catch. He smiled. No, he wasn't okay. But if he acted like he was, they'd let him wallow in his inner grief without even knowing. He smiled at Puzzlepaw. Great catch! He praised. Then he turned to Glacierfrost. We'd better hunt too. He meowed, before bounding away into the undergrowth. Soon, after a curse and a loud alarm, he returned with a starling in his jaws. Well, it was messy, but I caught it. He announced.}

[Dansen[Mouse]]

~[Brackenpaw]~

She respectively nodded to Spicetalon before picking up her prey and covering it up, away from other meat eating creatures. She heard Puzzlepaw comment on her catch. "It's not much." She muttered as strange feeling came over her when she glanced into his eyes. She jumped when the bird Spicetalon killed let out an alarm. Embarrassed, she licked her chest fur down flat. Unfortunately that call would have alarmed any prey from here to Jay Tree.

[SHADE. :D]

puzzlepaw

Puzzlepaw blinked at Spicetalon. Yes. The elders. He sat down, sinking into his mind. He began to weigh out the wiseness of that particular tradition, feeding the elders first. Surely the queens, who gave new life to the clan, should be fed first? But then, on the other paw, the elders had already given a lifetime of service to their clan, so they deserved to be treated well... The black, white and grey tabby tom blinked open his eerie amber eyes as a loud alarm call sounded.

Puzzlepaw got to his paws, shaking his tail a little. He then padded across to stand beside Brackenpaw as Spicetalon walked back into the clearing. "You caught it," he mewed. "The method doesn't matter. You caught it." He smiled.

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