Falling Under (Open)

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/iveh7d.jpg] Steath is everything when stalking your opponent. Be silent. Let nothing but the wind and sound of prey be heard. Blend into the shadows. Let yourself not be seen, but be able to see your opponent's every movements. And lastly, never back down. No matter how large or powerful your enemy is, you must never, ever be intimidated by your opponents movements. And, when the moment is right... The black bird let out a terrible screech before vigorously flapping it's wings and elevating it higher into the sky. It cawed at the tom below it numerous times, angry that the feline had injured it, before disappearing-out of sight. It's awful wails could still be heard even as it flew away, over the treetops. The prey in the area would be gone by now, and the chances of the warrior catching a good meal for his clan now was quite slim. Batwing lowered himself into a fighting position, even though there was no one in the area to fight. His tail swished in anger and her teeth were bared into a snarl, hit pointy teeth showing. "Blasted bird!" he growled, his claws digging into the earth. "That was what I need most right now-a good catch, and a rare one at that! Now I'm going home empty pawed... Again! Riddlestar will be so displeased when I return with nothing..." He snarled at the thought of the ThunderClan leader. After the incedent with Turtlekit, he was certain that the huge tom wanted him dead. As if life wasn't hard enough. It was true-Batwing hadn't caught a single peice of prey in days. Was he losing his skill? Perhaps. But he was Batwing-a sneaky and sly tom who wasn't to bad at fighting. Hunting had never really been a problem before-he wasn't the best, but he got the job done. So why was he doing so bad now? Maybe StarClan was torturing him for his 'crimes'. As if he cared. His warrior ancestors? They didn't matter to him. He did as he please, whether it be in the warrior code or not. And his ability to lie so well often got him out of trouble. The only thing that had gone wrong with the incedent in the forest was that there were to many witnesses. He could have easily just said it had been a fox of some sort, but with Coonstripe and Flightwhisker there, the odds had been stacked high and were definatly against him. "Those foolish cats," he hissed under his breath. "Well, at least I got out of my punishment... Going back to an apprentice? They could never bestow such a punishment on me!" And they hadn't. The senior warriors had planned to do so, or so he'd heard, but never went through with any plans of theirs. The tom was in the clear, though he still received hateful stares from other warriors, expecially those involved or related to those involved. Though they did seem to ease off just a bit. Maybe they were sorry for him because of Lostsong's death...? He shook his head. "I have to get her out of my mind. She's dead now and she's never coming back!" Once again, that feeling of lonelyness began to crawl up. How he hated feeling this way-and it always happened when he thought of the pretty she-cat. Was it all possible that he had actually fallen in love with her...? 'Maybe...' "No!" he cried angryly. "I can't fall in love, I just can't! I'm Batwing, not some mushy tom!" He paused for a moment, thinking of what other people might say if they'd overheard him. 'They'd think I'm mad! I... I just need to... clear my head...' Sighing, the black tom sat down, a worried expression stuck to his face as he began to lick his white paw. 'I just have to... calm down. Get clean and calm down... Yeah. I'll be fine in no time at all...' He swiped his damp, odd colored paw across the top of his head, hopeing to get it somewhat clean and flatten any fur that might have beeen fluffed up from his short angry burst. Cleaning his fur was something he had done a lot, once upon a time, but due to the stress that many cats were under at the time, hunting and training for any upcoming battles was first on his priority, and cleaning was one of his last. But, while he was out here, the tom couldn't help but giving himself the good cleaning he needed. Batwing stared at his one white paw. Elders still told stories of a tom who once lead a terrible group of rouges and waged war on the four clans. The cat was small, but the two's markings were very similar-that cat was black with a white front right paw. Batwing was the same, only the very tip of his tail was the same snowy white. Was it a sign as to what he was to become...? Perhpas. StarClan worked in strange ways. He sighed and stopped his washing. "I need to do something other then just sit here, doing nothing. I need to come back to camp with something, not empty pawed... Perhaps I could go see how high the water is now. Yeah... Then I can report to Riddlestar and he won't be as mad when I come back with no prey. Maybe I'll even catch a fish or two while I'm there..." He froze, remembering his strong dislike for getting his paws wet and the taste of fish. "I guess I'll just have to live with it if I don't want my tail bit off..." he muttered, tail dropping. With that, the tom rose to his paws and prepared to make his way towards the ever rising water. It didn't take very long to get there, as he wasn't too far from the shore in the first place. "What would Lostsong do if she were still alive? She'd probably try to tough it out and live with the rising shore line.'

[/i][/color] He paused, closing his eyes and laughing a bit. "That is," he thought aloud, "if she ever found her way to the water. She'd probably get lost along the way and someone would have to find her and help her out. I'd probably have come and help her out."

Lost in thought, the tom didn't even realise he was near the water until his paws were drenched from the murky waves. "How can RiverClan live like this...?" he growled, raising one black paw from the water and shaking it. Water droplet pelted the water's broken surface, creating ripples that spread across the area. Though he had to admit, the water was kind of pretty. "Just not when I'm in it..."[/b][/color]

((I HAVE SUCCEDED!! Over 1000 words, not including this note! I challenged myself to do so, so now, my goal is 1500. Next, it'll be 2000... Really bad table, I know. And the title was based on 8th World Wonder. It was going to be 'Water's Rising' which I then remembered was part of that song and I liked the next part that comes after that in the song 'and I'm slipping under', so I changed it a bit and called it good. ;D))

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Silverpelt was in the trees pouncing happily from leaf to leaf. She couldn't help it, it was so much fun! Soon she heard a yell and she lost her balance and fell to the ground. She got up and shaked her pelt to get the leaves off. She walked through the woods and saw Batwing. It was strange to see the tom. She heard him sauing he wasn't a mushy tom. She twitched her ears in amusement. She stepped out to Batwing. She found prey along the way here. She walked up to Batwing quietly and said "Batwing... Are you okay?". She wasn't trying to startle him. She was curious on why he was yelling. She purred amused that he missed the bird. It was quite funny. Although it was kinda weird he never missed prey. She wondered why he has been acting strange. She wanted to help him but she didn't know how. He never shared his feeling with anyone.

Silverpelt followed him to the river and watched as he kept talking about Lostsong. She asked "Who is Lostsong? Also do you need some prey to take back to camp? I'll give you some I caught.".

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2me38ee.jpg] Batwing heard the she-cat approaching, so he hardly stirred when the sound of her voice hit his eardrums. "Batwing... Are you okay? The tom thought about the question carefully. Was he okay? Had he every been okay? Maybe. Just maybe. But now, he wasn't. All he could think about was her. That beautiful young she-cat who had dirtied his mind with her kindness, her charming personality, her beauty... "No!" he shouted, forgetting that his clanmate was beside him. 'You've given me a terrible curse, StarClan... A terrible, terrible curse...' He whipped around to face his clanmate, feeling himself turn hot with embarrasment. Now she probably thought he was insane... And she had a right to. He was a little... off. He always had been. But, for the most part, he had managed to hide his... offness. Lieing was one of his best talents and it usually seemed to come in handy when he needed it most. But you already knew all that, no? "She think's you're crazy, I'm sure." Batwing's eyes widened, the fur along his back rising and his claws unsheathing. "No, no, she doesn't think anything like that. She just thinks somethings wrong." 'No! No, no, no, no, no! Go away, just go away!' he screamed silently, clentching his teeth visibly. 'Okay, Batwing, you've got to calm down and think. What will get rid of them?' He froze, remembering how he dispossed of them more often then not. "I'm not going to rely on self injury this time," he hissed under his breath. 'I suppose I'll... have to find... another way... I just need to talk. Drown out their voices. Yeah, that ought to work...' "Er... Hello... Silverpelt. I didn't see you there," Batwing lied, flicking his tail in greeting. "I didn't mean what I said before... About not being okay. I'm... fine." The tom shifted uncomfortably, not meeting to she-cat's eyes. This was out of his character, and he was determined to not make any more of a fool of himself. "What are you doing here?" he growled, sounding more like himself. "You're not on a hunting patrol, are you? If you are, you can leave. I've got things under control here." He turned around, staring at the water in preporation for more hunting, when she spoke up again. "Who is Lostsong?" His fur, which had just begun to lay flat again, spiked up again. For a heartbeat, she was out of his mind, and now this she-cat was bringing her up again. 'That's none of your business!' he almost growled when the voices spoke up again. "Don't be rude, Batty," one mewed. "Don't be afraid to tell her how you feel!" 'Gah! What do you know? I can do what I want!' "Gosh, Batty, I was just making a suggestion..." the voice whimpered. Another spoke up, saying, "Stop calling him 'Batty'! Can't you tell he doesn't like it?" "Can't you tell that I don't like you?" he shouted, his anger boiling over. "Lostsong is dead. That's it. She was a member of our clan, if you can't remember, but she's gone now. There's no need to think about her anymore. Happy?" the black tom hissed bitterly, glaring at her. Between her picking at sensitive subjects and the ever present hum of voices in the back of his head, he was having troubles keeping himself together. She probably hated him now. Not that it mattered. No one seemed to care about him. Not since Lostsong... "Also, do you need some prey to take back to camp? I'll give you some I caught." "I don't need your filthy prey! I'll catch some for myself, thank you very much!" 598 words! word count. New table! Again! And ze voices are back to cause more problems... >:3 notes. Night and Zimmy! tagged. Eh... muse.

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Silverpelt flattened her ears in annoyance. Did Batwing have to act like this. She was just trying to help. Why was he so harsh to everyone. She remembered Lostsong but she was curious on why he kept talking abouut her. She was so confused most people didn't act like this. When he said "Can't you tell that I don't like you?". She stopped dead in her tracks. Normally she could control her anger but this was uncalled for she yelled "Well no one is gonna like you if you don't stop your attitude! I just wanted to help!". She turned around and stalked away. Foxflight was more proper than him. He shouldn't speak to clan mates like that. She was so mad she started tearing up a tree. She had no idea why she just was. Soon she heard something but she didn't know what it was. She was by Shadowclan territory... But why would they be down here. Maybe it was a mouse or something.

She couldn't let it get to her. She was just delusional... Yeah thats it there is nothing there. Soon she heard it again and her fur started to rise. She quickly backed from the tree and ran. She stopped when she got to the middle of their territory. She called out "Hello anyone here.... Hello...?". She was frightened, she didn't know what was going on. So she just started to walk. Soon she came to a river and she pawed at it. It rippled shattering her reflection. She wondered why she was so nice to cats that didn't deserve it. It annoyed her so much. She layed down by the river letting the way hit her paws. She soon relaxed and drifted into a daydream. Only to wake a few minutes later. She decided it was pointless sitting in the woods all day do nothing. She already went hunting so she decided to find some herbs for the Medicine den. They were low on herbs and prey. Two things they needed.

She started to walk around to find nothing... She shook her head she had to focus. She was tired though. The kits, the clan, and the flood have worn her out. She had to go back to camp but all of the sudden she just blacked out and lay on the forest floor asleep.

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2me38ee.jpg] As the female warrior pressed her ears against the top of her head, Batwing couldn't help but let out a sigh. He knew she was mad at him-that was obvious-and he had a feeling that there was little he could say to make it better. At least, while not going soft. She had tried to be nice, but, due to his cruel nature, he had aggrivated her like most. It was no wonder there was no one in the clan who really cared for him. Would he remain like this forever, though, he wondered. Someone along the way had to care about him. No... Someone already had. She had cared for him. And she had died. StarClan loved to find ways to tortured him, did they not? And that's why he hardly ever looked to them for guidence. Not since... that day. "Well, no one is going to like you if you don't stop with your attitude! I just wanted to help!" Silverpelt cried in response to his words. They hadn't been directed at her, but rather, at the voices. It was apparent that she had taken his words the wrong way. How would he explain this to her without telling her about the odd cats who spoke to him in his mind? He hadn't told a living soul about them... And now she would hate him until she died... and maybe even afterwards. Unless he actually confessed... 'No! You've already done enough damage already! Leave them out of this!' "Leave who out of this?" asked one of the many, many voices. This one sounded almost familiar... Had he heard it before? Maybe a long time ago... 'Who do you think, mousebrain?' This new voice laughed, her voice drowning out all of the others... Or, at least, it sounded like a she-cat. 'You've certainly changed, haven't you? You're not that quiet little kit anymore, now are you?' He froze. The voices had appeared later on in his kithood, maybe his early apprentice days. So how...? But before he could say anything, the gray she-cat stormed off, leaving the black tom with two options-to chase after her, or to leave her be and be left alone. The tom tried to imagine what would take place had he gone after her. He would probably be reduced to spilling all of those words he had kept bottled up inside to the she-cat and gain her simpathy... Or only make her mor frustrated. Then, he would look like a fool and she would still hate him until the day she died. Though another cat to add to the ever growing list of people who hated him never seemed to bother him, a friend was what he needed most at that time. "It doesn't matter anymore. It's over," he murmered bitterly, staring at the water below him. He had hardly moved from that spot, and he honestly didn't care to move. But he had come here for a reason and that was to catch some fish-shallow waters like these would contain little fish and if he wanted to get a good catch, he'd have to go farther out into the waves. Was Lostsong a good swimmer, he wondered... 'Gah! Batwing, you have to get her out of your mind! Think of prey, not her beautiful face...' For a moment, he stood, remembering what the ragdoll she-cat had looked like. "Why. Can't. I. Get. Her. Out. Of. My. Mind?" he yowled, his fury rising with every heartbeat that face formed in the depths of his mind. "There has to be some way to get her out of my mind! There has to be..." his words trailed of desperately as he continued to speak to himself. All he had to do was... concentrate on something else. 'That has to work!' Batwing stared at the place where Silverpelt ran off. "I wonder what she's doing now...? Probably racing back to camp in self pitty, I'm sure... She hate's me now. That, or the rumors that she can keep her temper aren't true. Or possibly both... Whatever. She'll come crawling back if she wants to... But now, I need to focus on hunting for fish... Now how does RiverClan do it...?" The tom surveyed the area, searching for any of the slimy, stinking prey, only to find none. Letting out a deep, exaggerated sigh, the tom began to make his way farther out into the mass of water. Surely there would be more further out, not to mention he would get a little lesson in swimming while in deeper water. It wasn't long before water was dripping from his underbelly fur and the tom was beginning to kick his legs in a swimming fashion. But, having never swim in his life, he felt water fill his nose and trashed about, coughing and spitting. How was he going to make it out in even deeper water? Here, if he stretched out his legs just enough, he could still touch the bottom of the river. Or was it now a lake? 'River, lake, ocean, it's all the same! It's water and it's filthy! But I need a catch before I head back to camp...' "You can do this, Batwing..." Pressing on, he tried to swim farther out. Only a few foxlengths later, the black cat found himself slipping under the water's surface, flailing desperately for some possible pawhold that didn't exist. "H-help!" he managed to choke before he fell under. Water clogged his nose and throat, creating a burning sensation he'd never yet experianced. He tried to kick his tired legs, but they wouldn't seem to budge. '...StarClan...' he thought, his mind slowly fading. '... Save... me...' ((Sorry, Night. I'd have him run after her, but 1) she passed out, and 2) I meant for him to be in the watery area so Zimlock could come and have Snowfeather appear. Sorry! ^^; Maybe you can have her wake up and come back a bit later? Or maybe Batty feels bad about unintentionally yelling at her and goes to look for her? I don't know...)) 937, not including the note. word count. Nein! notes. Zimlock and Night! tagged. Nein! Nah, just kidding. Pretty good, actually. muse.

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Everything was still. Everything. Except for the churning water of course. She didn't mind it-- I mean, she was born with it. She couldn't help but be amused by it all in all the territories. Now they have to live like 'otters' like she did once before.

She used to be part Riverclan, that was true. She left, because of love-problems. She fell in love with two of them, and they loved her back. She couldn't choose who, so she ran and ran... all the way to the hidden oak tree, that was by the Braken River. No one knew there was a tunnel that went under it. Ah, it was beautiful... it reminded her of the moonstone, but.. it was different. Something else always seemed to lurk there.

She shook her white head side to side, water flicking off of her clear-whiskers. Snowfeather was starting to feel a little home-sick, and she couldn't help but wonder if her old-clanmates were okay. So she was pass through Thunderclan territory. That's when that voice started to pierce around in her ears. "H-Help![/i]"

Without even thinking, the she-cat started to pound her paws against the ground, which water soon splashed up into he rface, but she ignored it. Snowfeather was concentrating on saving whoever was calling for help.

Her strange-purple optics scanend the area before her. She saw a large stream-- that could be mistaken by a river-- churning and gurgling. At first, it seemed like it was going slow, but.. .it nly seemed to go faster adn faster as time progressed.

This must be where i heard the voice-- I can smell fear...

Her white ears flicked once, still scanning the area. Suddenly, something... no-- a black cat's head was being swallowed by the waves. Her eyes only widened, and she didn't even stop to think. The white she-cat suddenly flung herself in the water, gasping for air right before she felt her paws hit the water.

Her fur was already drenched, her white fur soaking to her body, making almost every rib-bone easily seen.

Her paws paddled out in front of her, and it seemed as if she did this her whole life. Well.. she did, but she doubted that anyone would remember her-- Snowfeather-- used to be part of a Clan, Riverclan. But who knows?

"H-Hold on!" she spat out, her head going under the churning water once, before she managed to get back up, "I'm coming!"

Her paws were like paddles, going faster and faster, and making her turn where there was a few rocks or a twig, like a big huge twig. She had to close her eyes at one point, because the water got in them. When she opened them again, she saw the black cat before her.

Snowfeather didn't even bother to think on who it was-- she didn't care. It was a cat in trouble, and she wanted to help. So.. she clenched her jaws around his scruff, and elegantly swam to the bank. At least, what seemed like was a bank.

She pulled on him roughly, not trying ot hurt him, but trying to get him out of the deathly stream that tugged at their fur. After doing so, Snowfeather got up, and sat beside him. She wasn't sure on what to do, so she just rested her nose on his side, just hoping, hoping it didn't hurt him that badly.

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2me38ee.jpg] The black tom had stopped stuggling, finding it useless to move against the course of the water. He let the water crattle him... So quiet, so calm... Nothing ran through his mind. Everything was as black as his pelt. His eyes fluttered open as four gargled words hit his eardrums. "H-hold on!" someone cried, but the water seemed to drown out most of the sound and made them sound more like gibberish. But there was no doubt-someone was talking. Perhaps they say him? Heard him? Maybe someone was coming to take him out of this seemingly closed off world. "I'm coming!" 'It's... to late...' he thought, his head throbbing. He was going to die here-it was obvious. But then, he just barely felt teeth wrap around his scruff. He was hardly consious of his savior dragging him to land. His throat and eyes burned. His legs were sore. He never wanted to hear the word 'water' again. He layed, sprawled out on the edge of the water, motionless. It was when he felt someone touch him in the side that he started coughing out water. The black tom tried to get to his front paws, but collapsed in a fit of hacking. As most of the water escaped his mouth, he let out a few weezing breathes before flipping around slowly to lay on his back and see his rescuer. When he saw who it was, his breath caught in his throat. The image was fuzzy, but he could just make out who that large shape belonged to. "Lostsong...?" he murmered. Had his dead mate come back from the dead to save him? Or was he delutional...? "How did you...? Where did you...? I thought you were dead..." He smiled, so warmly with such sincerity that anyone who knew him would not likely believe that it was actually believe it was him. She'd come back... She'd come back from the dead to save him. To see him one more time. "Will you... have to go back...? Yeah... You probably will... Can I say... one more thing...?" He let out another cough before continueing on. "I... l-" Suddenly, that creamy white and brown face disappeared to reavel a plain white face. It was just as beautiful... But this wasn't Lostsong. Far from it. "Who... Who are you? Where's Lostsong? What did you do with her?" He ended his questioning with a shout. He tried to get to his paws again, but fell to the ground once more. "I... I have to find her! Or else... Or else I might never see her again..." The black tom tried to drag himself away from the mysterious white she-cat who had replaced his beloved Lostsong when he realised something-she was dead. She had never been there from the start. She had died... And she wouldn't come back. And, at the rate he was going, he probably wouldn't make it to StarClan. He would never see her again... She was gone. "No!" he wailed in agony, dropping himself to the ground and burying his face in his paws. His mother had loved him more then anything in the world, and had died trying to help him. And the only other cat in the world who cared about him even remotely close to that was gone, too. Was he destined to never love? It seemed that way. "Why...? Why am I the one who has to suffer...?" he muttered into his paws. He looked over his shoulder to where the white she-cat was. She had saved his life, and he had blamed her for something she didn't do. Something she couldn't do. "I-I'm sorry..." Batwing said, not bothering to worry about sounding or looking like a fool. "Don't... don't be made with me... Please..." His plees were as desperate as they had ever been. Now was not the time to be making enemies. That was what he needed the least. Smileling at his own stupidity, he muttered, "I must sound like a crazy person, don't I...? Thanks... For saving me..." He managed to stumble back towards her before plopping down on the ground near her once more. "I'm... Batwing. Can I know the name of the person who... saved my life...?" 700. word count. Nein! notes. Zimlock and Night! tagged. Awesome! muse.

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Silverpelt woke up and twitched her ears back and forth. She forgot what happened but she knew she was in the forest. She yawned and blinked her eyes. She looked around and saw a river. She didn't know what she was doing so she followed the rivier. She felt like she needed to follow the river. Soon she heard

*H-Holdd on--I'm coming!*. She was confused and she didn't know what was going on. She started jogging and then running. Soon she came to Snowfeather and Batwing. She was horrified the he almost drowned. It was all her fault she left him! She was the worst clanmate ever. If she hadn't left him, he wouldn't have drowned! Why did she leave... She felt so stupid. This was all her fault she knew and soon everyone would. If she didn't leave Batwing he wouldn't have drowned... Why couldn't she be more smart when it came to water. Why would he even g in the water!

She had to do something she ran off and then came back with a squirrel. Soon she set it down and pushed it towards Batwing. She wanted him to eat he might feel better. She needed to get him back to camp or something.... She wondered how much water he swallowed.

She needed to do something. The best thing she could do was take him back to camp then he could take some herbs and rest. Otherwise she would stay here with him no matter what til he felt better enough to travel!

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The white she-cat didn’t think he was crazy at all—actually she found it quite cute. Really cute. She even happened to giggle, which was something she didn’t do often.

“I don’t think you’re crazy… At least you’re alright,” she meowed sweetly, calmly, trying to reassure him that everything was okay and fine.
She smiled at him, and nudged his cheek with her muzzle lightly. Her ears flicked a bit, showing she meant no harm—not like he would think she was by now anyways. I mean, she saved his life… what would the point be in hurting him right after? Snowfeather just wanted to play it safe, is all…

“Batwing..? Nice name… Lovely, actually. Snowfeather is mine, by the way... I bet you can see why,” she laughed a bit, and continued to smile. She was going to say more, before she saw another cat slipping by. Out of fear, she jumped up, her hackles rose. It wasn’t in anger, or that she was going to attack, but in a way that she would of ran away. She hated trouble.

Then she relaxed a little, although her hackles were still rose, and she looked over at Batwing, “eat.. I think it’ll help, please…”

Her eyes shown a bit while she looked at him, then looked over at the other she-cat, “I… hi.” she mewed that kinda awkwardly, not sure how to really talk to her. She felt scared, a little, fear-scent slowly slipping off of her pelt. She didn’t want to get run off their territory, and it’s obvious she was on enemy territory, eveni f she wasn’t in a clan anymore.

“S-S-Sorry, should I g-go?” she knew that the she-cat didn’t make any… motions that would show that she wasn’t allowed here, but she knew how some cats were. Always territorial, and she was scared. She didn’t want to be runoff, not now…

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Silverpelt looked over at the she-cat. she was so happy she would miss Batwing to much. It wouldn't be fair if he died. She said "Hello my name is Silverpelt... Thank you so much for saving Batwing.". Silverpelt looked at Batwing and started licking his fur to dry him off. She felt a little weird but she didn't want him to freeze. The flood was already bad enough but losing a clanmate would be worse. She thought the she-cats name was Snowfeather but she wasn't sure she could barely hear. He would be okay because she was going to help. She thought he hated water though it seemed weird he would go in it. She didn't care though she just wanted him to be safe.

She couldn't believe he almost drowned himself in water for fish. She knew the clan was hungery but trying to catch fish was a little weird. She didn't care though he needed to eat then go back to camp. She looked at the she-cat and asked "Would you like to come back to camp. I'm sure Riddlestar would understand if you came with us. Plus you might need shelter for the night.".

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2me38ee.jpg] The tom frowned as she laughed. What was so funny about trying to not sound like a looney? "Did I say something wrong...?" he asked. The way she laughed light heartedly bothered him a bit. He wasn't angry, like he would usually be, but... 'Arg... I'm going soft and now I can't even come up with words!' he growled silently. Something about this knew she-cat made him feel weird. Unlike himself. And she definately reminded him of Lostsong. "I don't think you're crazy..." That was good. At least she didn't think he was mad. But she would probably think he was awfully mean shortly, if things turned out like they usually did... "At least you're alright." "All thanks to you... I don't know how I can repay you. I honestly thought I was a goner." He couldn't help but flinch as she touched him with her mussle. The last person who had done that was... 'Stop. Thinking about her!' he hissed to himself, angry that the dead warrior wouldn't leave his thoughts. He wiggled away, hoping that the uncomfortable look in his eyes would show her that he didn't mean to be rude, but the guesture was... awquard. "Batwing? Nice name... Lovely, actually." He smiled at her. A complament? Not something he received every day. Expecially about his bland, plain name. "Snowfeather is mine, by the way... I bet you can see why." He laughed along with her. It was obvious why she had been named as such. "Snowfeather... That's a pretty name. It has a nice ring to it, no?" It was then that another scent hit his noes. He didn't even have to look to see who it was. Closing his eyes and smirking, he said, "Well, well, well. If it isn't Silverpelt. Come back to watch me die?" The warrior was actually a bit confused as to way she came back. Maybe he was right-maybe she had come back to see him drown. "Well, that's not happening to... day..." Batwing trailed off as Silverpelt dropped the squirrel and nudged it toward him. He looked at it, then up at her. He flicked his white tailtip towards himself as to say, 'for me?'. "You caught that for me...? Now I feel like a jerk..." He didn't meet her eyes as he muttered, "Thanks..." He really was going soft... Or, at least, that's how he saw it. "Eat. I think it'll help. Please..." The tom wasn't all that hungry, but Snowfeather was right-it could've helped-so he took a small bite out of the freshly caught prey. Squirrel had never been his favorite, but after that incedent, the taste was certainly welcome. It was much better tasting then the water he had inhaled. As Silverpelt began to lick his fur in the opposite direction-the best way for drying fur-his instincts told him to snap at her and move away. But he realised that she was just trying to help, so he stayed put and began to do the same. "Hello. My name is Silverpelt," the she-cat had mewed. "Thank you for saving Batwing." She sounded like she was his mother, or somethong of the sort. She had just gone storming off, so why did she care so much that he was safe...? "S-s-sorry... Should I g-go?" snowfeather stuttered. Before she could do anything more, he placed his paw firmly on hers. "No. Stay here for a bit. We don't bite unless biten," he joked, smiling at her once more. Before he could say anything more, Silverpelt mewed, "Would you like to come back to camp? I'm sure Riddlestar would understand if you came with us. Plus, you might need shelter for the night." "No!" he cried. "I mean... Riddlestar might not want an outsider in our camp... Perhaps we should stay here were Snowfeather won't run the risk of being chased off..." 638 words! word count. Aw... Batty's being somewhat nice... notes. Ichi-chan and Night! tagged. Good enough for government work. muse.

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Snowfeather looked over at Batwing, and saw how awkward he looked. As in—how he felt. Was that because of her…? It must have been, I mean, she pressed her muzzle lightly against his own. But why did she? She couldn’t even answer that darn question… Something about him just made her do that. Just. Something. Maybe it was because she wanted to know she was a friend now? Or something? She didn’t quite understand it.

She looked over at Silverpelt, her offer was rather large. She knew that could cause problems—no matter what, and then she felt something warm on her paw. She looked down, to see Batwing’s paw on her own… Snowfeather couldn’t help but glow on the inside, at least it felt like she was. She loved the feeling, but… she knew it wouldn’t last. It never did.

Snowfeather choked, not literally, but she didn’t say anything. It almost sounded as if Batwing really didn’t want her around—at least, he didn’t want her by the camp. Then she heard the last part… and she couldn’t help but smile lightly, thankfully. She hated refusing an offer… especially like this—because she didn’t want to seem rude. At all.

“T-Thanks for the offer… Silverpelt, but… he’s right. That offer will affect your whole clan, too, and… Riddlestar might be angry,” she mewed. She couldn’t help but remember Riddlehawk, at how he looked. Massive, especially when he killed… Froststorm.. that was fearsome. She couldn’t help but wonder, what happened to Tanglestar? Of course, since she wasn’t by the clans, she knew nothing about the other leaders and whatnot.

The white she-cat’s ears flipped against the side of her head, as she pictured cats chasing off of the territory. Riddlestar… other warriors… she suddenly shook her head, and moved beside Batwing. His fur still seemed wet, and he knew he would feel uncomfortable by this gesture, but she licked his neck fur lightly. She hoped that he realized it was so he could get dry.

“Maybe… maybe I should go… I don’t belong here…” she muttered, mostly to herself, yet she couldn’t help but stay. She wanted to, not in the clan, but here at this spot. It seemed comforting, at least a little bit. She looked over at Silverpelt, and wondered what was going on in her mind.

She always had a hard time reading others thoughts, as in, how they acted, etc etc. She could never guess at what they could be thinking, because almost every expression seemed the same in her mind, but that was okay, right?

“I’ll.. stay, here, for a bit if… you two want,” Snowfeather murmured, resting her head on her paws, while thoughts started to cloud her mind.

What if she was wrong, adn they wanted her to leave, and all of this was just a joke? What if... oh, she just ignored the what if's. She couldn't worry about htem, not now.

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Silverpelt felt Snowfeather's feeling coming off her. Silverpelt was a little sad... She could sense that warm feeling when Snowfeather was with Batwing. It made her sad... but why? She couldn't be jealous! That seems impossible. It ccan't be true. She was just going crazy from tiredness. But she wasn't tired. She felt embarassed. She couldn't believe she was... was JEALOUS! So what if Snowfeather liked Batwing... That didn't matter... right? She felt like she was going crazy. She needed to get this off her mind. Snowfeather came out of nowhere which clan did she belong to. She was so confused.

She... She had alot n her mind and alot of feeling coming out of her in waves. She felt so stupid. But this happened to every cat. It will pass sooner or later. Unless they met in secret. Oh she didn't feel good. She wanted to run shhe wanted run so bad... But she couldn't she couldn't move. Something was holding her back. But what now sooner or later they would've noticed. She couldn't move her paws wouldn't move. Why couldn't she run! She wanted to flee so badly. She didn't want Batwig to know she was jealous... Why can't love be bottled up! She hated it! You get jealous and you fall in love why does this happen!!!

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2me38ee.jpg] Batwing managed to struggle to his paws as the white she-cat continued to speak. His legs had gained a little strength, and the squirrel had helped a bit. Nothing like that taste of fresh prey, no? "T-thanks for the offer, Silverpelt... but... he's right. That offer will affect your whole clan, too, and... Riddlestar might be angry..." The tom let out an inwardly sigh. Riddlestar most likely hated him with a burning passion after permenantly wounding his own daughter. He hadn't meant to do so-actually, he had meant to kill the kit. But those events seemed far away, like a terrible nightmare that would fade with time. Lostsong had accepted this fact. She saw past these dirty deeds and saw something else in him. Would anyone else be able to do the same...? 'Well, I'm not crossing any toes...' the tom mewed in silence, sitting back down, to lazy to stand up anymore. But something in the back of his mind kept telling him, 'Maybe... Just maybe...' The tom felt himself turn red with embarassment as Snowfeather seated herself beside him and began to lick his fur along side Silverpelt. It was like being a kit again, only this time with two mothers. But he didn't move. Was it that he actually enjoyed this guesture slightly? Perhaps. "Maybe... maybe I should go... I don't belong here..." he heard her meow. "Wait! I haven't repayed you for saving my life! You can't leave yet!" This statement was very out of character. Normally, the black tom would be attempting to rip the she-cat to shreds for even thinking of walking on ThunderClan territory. But this she-cat was different. She had almost a calming aura, or something of the sort, that seemed to pull him in, threatening to drown him like the water... He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts away. "I'll... stay here for a bit if... you two want," she continued, resting her head in the comfort of her paws. The black warrior resisted the urge to let out a deep purr, a noise he had not made since he had been with Lostsong... Her image still poisined his mind, he could see, and the tom tried to not show his frustration visibly. He turned his head and looked at Silverpelt. She looked a bit... uncomfortable. "Are you okay?" Batwing asked, his green eyes meeting her own. "If you really feel so strongly about heading back to camp... Maybe we can... work something out...?" His leafy gaze returned to the white loner beside him. Or, at least, he thought she was a loner. "I mean," he meowed, getting to his paws once more. "If that's all right with you. It might be a little difficult, but Silverpelt doesn't look so good..." word count. notes. tagged. muse.

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The she-cat couldn’t help but flick her ears in interest. She already sensed how the other she-cat felt, but she didn’t know it was jealousy. She only knew that something seemed to be wrong—that’s it. That didn’t really matter at this point, kinda.

“Wait! I haven’t repayed you for saving my life! You can’t leave yet![/i]” Those words made her laugh. She laughed lightly, war-heartedly. Why? Because she didn’t want him to do anything for her.

“Oh… Batwing… I don’t want you to do anything for me! Just you getting better is good enough for me,” she purred, and nudged his shoulder in a teasing way with her muzzle.

Her ears flicked a bit, when she saw him get up and ask Silverpelt if she was okay. Snowfeather sighed softly. She didn’t want them to go yet, until something occurred to her. Maybe they need help getting back to camp. They won’t know she went there, if she went close ot the entrance, then departed, would they?

“I can help you guys back, but… I’ll leave when we see the entrance. Is that okay?” her eyes were filled with worry. Yet, it wasn’t worry for Silverpelt, it was more for Batwing. He still wasn’t completely better, and she knew how bad the water could affect a cat.

“If not… I can go…” when she was saying all of this, she was looking right at the black tom’s face, as if asking for him to not shoo her away. Maybe he could see her pleading—wanting to go with him. Maybe… he could tell she didn’t want to leave his side—at least, not now she didn’t. She could only help. And even then, if he could, would he just push her away like everyone else?

She looked back over at Silverpelt, and looked down at embarrassment. She wondered what Batwing and her bonds were—just friends, more than friends… she wouldn’t know.