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Soul Speaker

The soul drifts

your body sinks

Die in enternity

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Dust circles the plain of harden earth, leaves are no where to be seen as a tortoiseshell warrioress steps into the plains of tornados. She knows much about this place. And has little to do here, but she sits as the sky turns grey with a storm and the wind rushes around her. The wind coming from both sides collide and twist in the air, a circular tube forms and touches the ground with force as anything near it is swept into a tunnel of dust. The tortoiseshell she-cat just sits and watches as it fades into the night, diappearing swiftly. her life was a boring apple hanging on a tree, boring as ever until something extrodinary happens. The she-cat snorts and gives a small laugh, no humor reaching her eyes. The day began to darken slowly even as she sat alone. She didn't mind it much she wasn't a very social cat anyways. Surely everyone knew that....or maybe not everyone.




ooc: Reserved for Fernie and her SC tom cat. [/blockquote][/color]

[fernie. (:]

flyingheron.

Oblivious to what had become of his sister and the leader of BrightClan, Flyingheron was padding slowly across the barren plain that was Tornado Alley, named aptly for the tornados that sweep across it and rumble the earth, taking anything it could hold in its clutches with it. He liked it up here, even though it was dangerous to go here alone. The white and ginger patched tom liked the wind in his fur, sweeping away his insecurities that made him who he was.

Today, the sky was overcast and grey. Flyingheron had his jaws clamped around a scrawny vole and all he could smell was the enticing scent of still-warm prey. He would not eat it though, he would take it back to camp and feed the elders. He wasn't a rule breaker. As he padded onward, eyes closed to avoid the blowing dust getting in them, he bumped into something very solid, and very alive.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am. My fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." he mumbled, not even taking in properly who it was he had bumped into. He would rather not be caught in an argument, and he preferred to back down anyway.

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Die in enternity

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The beating of her heart ceased as a rough knock on the shoulder pushed her over onto the hardened earth. Before she could say a word the ground hit her square on the nose, she tasted dirt on her tongue, it's soft pebbles hitting her mouth. The she-cat lifted her head, the white and ginger patched tom with a thin vole in his maw. She lifted her body from the dust covered ground. She sighed and said in what sounded like a whisper, It's fine, I should have seen you coming. her voice sounded like a soft wind chime to her and she loved listening to her voice, but since the tom was there she decided she didn't want to talk much. She shook the dust from her pelt and looked back to the tom, just then noticing that it was Flyingheron.




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[fernie. (:]

flyingheron.

Flyingheron clawed the vole back towards him after it went flying out of his mouth when he bumped into who he now saw was Soulspeaker. He shook his head as she spoke, smiling slightly. "No, no, it was I that walked into a cat that was sitting perfectly still. Clumsy, as always." he said, looking bashfully down at his paws. He wasn't good with conversation, and he supposed he should give an explanation. "The wind was up, and I hate sand in my eyes, so I closed them..." he trailed off, knowing that it sounded stupid even to his own ears. He awkwardly licked a forepaw and then looked up, looking at Soulspeaker. "I am sorry. Again." he said, blushing beneath his snowy white cheek fur.

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Pale eyes looked at the very white tom, she never really noticed that he was almost like she was. She didn't normally talk to other felines. He seemed friendly enough for her to speak to and she could only look at his as he continualy apologized for bumping into her. No really, it's not your fault... uh....i probably should start heading back to camp anyway. She said sheepishly. She started to pad away, but stopped mid step. you want to walk with me? She asked shyly. talking to him still made her uncomfortable. she waited for him to catch up to her before flicking her black and brown til to the side.... Wonder what's going on in camp, she thought.




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[fernie. (:]

flyingheron.

Flyingheron nodded at Soulspeakers words, standing and shaking the dust from his pelt. "Of course, it would be my pleasure." he said, padding forward as though to lead the way. Then he looked back, picked up the vold in his teeth once more and flicked his tail in a signal to follow. Through the flesh of the vole, he muttered, "So, what were you doing here alone? I hear it can be dangerous around these parts." he asked, not altogether audible.

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White paws touched down on the hard dried earth, her back paw dragged along the ground for a bit, before moving with the rest of her legs. Her pale eyes glanced over as the tom spoke with the prey in his jaws. Well I guess I just like the chaos of the tornados, throughout what they do they are beautiful. I admire them in their chaos, not that I would want to be chaotic, but........ yeah.... She said with conviction and slight hestiatance. She followed him into the trees as they headed back to camp. I also like to come here to just sit and think. It's quiet for the most part here, and the breeze....it calms me down. She said softly, almost emmbarresed. She told herself to stop getting all fussed about talking to him. It wasn't completely bad, he was a good listener it seemed to her.




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[fernie. (:]

flyingheron.

Flyingheron padded forward in silence, listening to the she-cat as she explained her being here. He nodded when she finished speaking. "I also like to come up here to think. As you said, it can be relaxing in this... should I say, 'quiet chaos'?" he mused, half to himself. Not really that used to being in company, preferring to keep himself company, he didn't converse with anyone very much. This was strange for him, and he wasn't sure whether he liked it or not. Padding on, he forced himself to match his pace to Soulspeaker's steps, shorter than his normal, ground eating stride. He would normally stick to a gentle lope when heading back to camp, but made himself think socially, at least for once.

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The sound of his voice carried to her ears and she listened to him as he spoke, laughing only in the end for her agreement. Her eyes looked around as they slowly made their way into the forest, the sound of camp was close... Her eyes drifted up as Flyingheron slowed to her pace. The cloud that drifted above them was a dark grey, reminding her of her mother. The sky bove darkened as more cloud slowly overcame the blue sky. Flakes of white fell from above onto her patched pelt. She shivered slightly, Winter is here. She whispered, mostly to herself, but it was loud enough for her company to hear as well. She was slowly beginning the like his companym she realized that it wasn't as bad to have someone to talk to. Thankyou Flyingheron, I enjoy having someone to talk to. She said, not in a good-bye way, but more of gratitude. She could probably grow accustom to having him there to talk to...




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[fernie. (:]

flyingheron.

As they neared camp, Flyingheron nodded at Soulspeaker's statement. Padding into the SerenityClan clearing, the tom hesitated, unsure of what to say now. He decided that he would take a short rest, in the shade of the warriors den. As he told his companion this, he gestured towards the den with his long tail. "Of course, you're welcome to join me. Don't feel that you must, though." he said, getting bored of the whole social thing. He began padding towards the warriors den, unsure of what Soulspeaker would do.

[[Mehh, I have no muse.]]

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