Post by && oleander on Oct 18, 2007 21:11:55 GMT -5
We are the dead ones
We are the lost cause
We are the bend before the break
Our steps seal our fate
[Every step I take]
Troutcatcher
Femme
[Soon there will be nothing left]
13 moons
[The cracks in the pavement]
RainClan
[Match the cracks in their weathered skin]
Warrior
This could be anywhere in the world
Medium-sized, cobalt-eyed femme with a pelt of mottled blues, grays, blacks, silvers, and tawnies
[The sky's a brick wall]
Gentle strokes of paint created the large-sized femme named Troutpaw. Smooth, sleek fur covers her from ear to tail and she is rather big-boned, with broad shoulders or rippling muscles able to take down her fellow Clanmates in a sure-footed tackle. She is a femme whose conundrum piece of pelt cannot be decided on whether it is predominantly black, gray, or some other color blotched on there. She has cobalt here, dark gray there, dapples of tawny on her pentagonal face and the underside of her body, black pieces here, and light silvery-gray pieces over there. This jigsaw’s long tail--mostly blue-gray and ivory--curls around her dark-gray paws, whose claws are usually sheathed. Her whiskers poke out of a tawny muzzle like tiny needles, white and pointed. Same thing with her ears that arch above her dark cobalt-colored eyes. They, too, are pointed.
[The ground's a juggernaut]
Troutpaw is a laid-back, open-minded type of lady that seems to know what’s going on before anyone else. She has this look of “I told you so” even before you can admit you’re wrong to her, and she doesn’t even say anything! She just looks at you, smiles, and walks off, leaving you seething that she, once again, is correct. She rarely gets angry, more annoyed and irritated than mad, and kind of flows with the idea that StarClan protects the Clan. She’s rather aloof about the idea…then again, Troutpaw is aloof about a lot of things she doesn't care about. She expects the best out of everyone, but is a good friend. She acts like a teenager Twoleg sometimes though she would be compared to an adult because of her size. Though a kind cat, she doesn’t suck up to, try to baby, or give others special attention if something happens. Whatever happens, get over it. That’s her philosophy. Unless you’re really hurt, stop crying.
[Each day they get a bit closer]
Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. Boy and girl fight. Girl goes to boy number two, mates, and gets pregnant to spite boy number one‘s feelings. Boy number one apologizes and then girl tells both she’s pregnant. Both boys leave girl, leaving girl to kit on her own. Sorry, you lose. Good day, madam! Now if you can substitute girl for Twilightstealth, Ashenkit’s mother, and boy number two with Darkscowl, Ashenkit’s father, I believe you have the scenario here. Oh, and by the way, Twilightstealth and Darkscowl were later murdered by boy number one, Flamethoughts, who then committed suicide. Peaceful? No! So moving on.
Troutkit's tumultuous carriage in the womb was luckily brought to a halt before Flamethoughts slew her mother. She, Maplekit, Crowkit, and Sunflowerkit were rescued by a tom named Couragesteps whose mate, Chalkpelt, had recently lost her kits. Luckily for the three she-kitsand the tom-kit, Chalkpelt was full of milk and raised the kits as a substitute for her stillborns. All four were raised to apprentices in their sixth year, but Maplepaw was caught in a bear trap around her neck, leaving Troutpaw, Sunflowerpaw, and Crowpaw with their mentors. Troutpaw's mentor Agatedancer taught the femme everything she knew, but Agatedancer was slain in a border war, leaving Troutpaw without a mentor. However, she was soon given a replacement by the name of Cedarshadow, who taught her well until she became a warrior.
[Between them, I am caught]
Twilightstealth*; Darkscowl* = parents
Sunflowersky; Crowtalon = sister and brother respectively
Chalkpelt; Couragesteps = foster parents
Agatedancer*; former mentor
* means deceased
...?
Every breath I take
I feel my lungs fail
This breeze feels more like shards of glass
I'm more scars than skin
We are the lost cause
We are the bend before the break
Our steps seal our fate
[Every step I take]
Troutcatcher
Femme
[Soon there will be nothing left]
13 moons
[The cracks in the pavement]
RainClan
[Match the cracks in their weathered skin]
Warrior
This could be anywhere in the world
Medium-sized, cobalt-eyed femme with a pelt of mottled blues, grays, blacks, silvers, and tawnies
[The sky's a brick wall]
Gentle strokes of paint created the large-sized femme named Troutpaw. Smooth, sleek fur covers her from ear to tail and she is rather big-boned, with broad shoulders or rippling muscles able to take down her fellow Clanmates in a sure-footed tackle. She is a femme whose conundrum piece of pelt cannot be decided on whether it is predominantly black, gray, or some other color blotched on there. She has cobalt here, dark gray there, dapples of tawny on her pentagonal face and the underside of her body, black pieces here, and light silvery-gray pieces over there. This jigsaw’s long tail--mostly blue-gray and ivory--curls around her dark-gray paws, whose claws are usually sheathed. Her whiskers poke out of a tawny muzzle like tiny needles, white and pointed. Same thing with her ears that arch above her dark cobalt-colored eyes. They, too, are pointed.
[The ground's a juggernaut]
Troutpaw is a laid-back, open-minded type of lady that seems to know what’s going on before anyone else. She has this look of “I told you so” even before you can admit you’re wrong to her, and she doesn’t even say anything! She just looks at you, smiles, and walks off, leaving you seething that she, once again, is correct. She rarely gets angry, more annoyed and irritated than mad, and kind of flows with the idea that StarClan protects the Clan. She’s rather aloof about the idea…then again, Troutpaw is aloof about a lot of things she doesn't care about. She expects the best out of everyone, but is a good friend. She acts like a teenager Twoleg sometimes though she would be compared to an adult because of her size. Though a kind cat, she doesn’t suck up to, try to baby, or give others special attention if something happens. Whatever happens, get over it. That’s her philosophy. Unless you’re really hurt, stop crying.
[Each day they get a bit closer]
Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. Boy and girl fight. Girl goes to boy number two, mates, and gets pregnant to spite boy number one‘s feelings. Boy number one apologizes and then girl tells both she’s pregnant. Both boys leave girl, leaving girl to kit on her own. Sorry, you lose. Good day, madam! Now if you can substitute girl for Twilightstealth, Ashenkit’s mother, and boy number two with Darkscowl, Ashenkit’s father, I believe you have the scenario here. Oh, and by the way, Twilightstealth and Darkscowl were later murdered by boy number one, Flamethoughts, who then committed suicide. Peaceful? No! So moving on.
Troutkit's tumultuous carriage in the womb was luckily brought to a halt before Flamethoughts slew her mother. She, Maplekit, Crowkit, and Sunflowerkit were rescued by a tom named Couragesteps whose mate, Chalkpelt, had recently lost her kits. Luckily for the three she-kitsand the tom-kit, Chalkpelt was full of milk and raised the kits as a substitute for her stillborns. All four were raised to apprentices in their sixth year, but Maplepaw was caught in a bear trap around her neck, leaving Troutpaw, Sunflowerpaw, and Crowpaw with their mentors. Troutpaw's mentor Agatedancer taught the femme everything she knew, but Agatedancer was slain in a border war, leaving Troutpaw without a mentor. However, she was soon given a replacement by the name of Cedarshadow, who taught her well until she became a warrior.
[Between them, I am caught]
Twilightstealth*; Darkscowl* = parents
Sunflowersky; Crowtalon = sister and brother respectively
Chalkpelt; Couragesteps = foster parents
Agatedancer*; former mentor
* means deceased
...?
Every breath I take
I feel my lungs fail
This breeze feels more like shards of glass
I'm more scars than skin
