Is it worth it anymore? (open)

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'That's a long way to fall...'

Raccoontail's thoughts on the edge of the gorge were quite grim, even for a cat with his depressing views on life. The young warrior had wandered away from Thunderclan camp with all the intention of going hunting, but instead his paws had taken him out of his clan's territory and eventually to the Gorge, at which the tom had sat and peered over the edge with a sense of great curiosity.

Cats had died from falling down the Gorge before, and no doubt it would happen again, but had anyone ever fallen down on purpose? That thought danced around Raccoontail's mind like an annoying fly, refusing to disappear or settle in a place where the warrior could just pretend that it had never come to mind. The grey and white cat was alone out there at the edge, with the midday sun warming his back as his orange eyes scanned the deadly area below. Just a little leaning forward would be all that was necessary for Raccoontail to see what things where like in Starclan, where his dear brother would be.

"Talonpaw..." The tom's words were so soft that they were barely audible as he spoke to a cat that was no longer alive, hoping that somehow his kin would hear his words. "What is the point of being here without you?" Suddenly the wind picked up, being only a slight breeze before, and the surprise of it sent Raccoontail forward, leaving the warrior teetering on the edge of the gorge. And yet the tom gave no started yowl or call for help, and the only thing that gave away his inner fear was the wideness of his orange eyes and the way his claws attempted to dig into the dirt to hold him up. If no cat came to help him then Raccoontail would fall to his death, intentionally or not.

'Is this it?'

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Foxflight's gaze watched the area around him. The sound from the gorge was as loud as ever. It was no use hunting there, but he was certian he'd seen a young cat from his clan walk into this area. Curiousity seemed to pull him to follow the cat.

As he passed a tree he saw the pelt of Raccoontail. When he stepped into the clear area near the gorge, he saw nothing. Cocking his head, he padded along the edge as close as he dared. Soon, an idea he didn't like made his paws move faster.

Quick darting eyes found feeble paws grasping onto the edge. Tail up in alarm, he walked towards the edge and looked down. Sure enough Raccoontail was hanging for dear life without an expression on his face. That wasn't right in his mind. Of course he should let the cat die for his plan, but he didn't like killing ever. He only wanted to use fear, not death. Plus, a cat would have to die with an expression or it just wasn't worth it. They needed to want to live if they died by the gorge or something just wasn't right. This cat needed help and Foxflight was going to get him some.

Raccontail was a lively cat and deserved to live in Thunderclan with a clear head. Blinking once, he realized he couldn't grab the cat by the scruff. There was only one thing to do, grab the paws in his teeth and pull. He'd have to worry about the damage later.

"I'm pulling you up by a paw, use the other to help pull yourself up. If you can't manage that strength then I'm going to never let you forget," he called towards the cat as loud as he could.

Putting one of Raccoontail's paws in between his teeth, he began to pull.

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Raccoontail had not noticed any other cats in the area, so the tom was naturally a bit startled by the sudden appearance of a clan mate. The other cat was Foxflight a warrior of Thunderclan and the clinging cat quickly recognized the other tom, who seemed concerned as he rushed toward the edge of the gorge to look down on the clinging cat.

'Is he going to try something?'

The Thunderclan cat looked further surprised as the other tom called out his plan to save him from falling to his death. Raccoontail's expression remained blank at those words however, while his black paws were digging and clawing with all his might. If was as if the warrior was not sure if he was happy or angry about what was happening. Had he wanted to fall just then? But it was not the time for questions like that as Foxflight grabbed a hold of one of the cat's paws and began to pull. Without hesitation Raccoontail began to claw his way up and over the side of the gorge, using the other cat's strength to help him get his weight over.

By the time that he was safe and out of harms way the Thunderclan cat was panting with effort and his body was covered in dirt from scrambling up. Not looking at his savior Raccoontail mumbled his thanks to Foxflight, his orange eyes dull as they were fixed to the ground as he spoke.

"Thanks..."

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((XD I'm rping Foxflight of Thunderclan, Ever! Raccoontail should be of the same clan right? lol sorry many people mess up as well. Having a character named after your account name seems to always cause problems. ))

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OOC: Oh wow, I fail XD I fixed up the post, sorry for that ^^;

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Gritting his teeth, he pulled the warrior up with all his strength. Eventually, he felt blood well up into his mouth, but he held back the gag and kept going. Finally, the young tom was right beside him, out of harms reach.

Foxflight caught his breath and looked at the dirty tom with interest as it looked at the ground while muttering it's thanks. He twitched his whiskers and mewed,"No problem. Mind me asking what you're doing out here, so far from our territory and especially so close to the Gorge?" His eyes looked at Raccoontail with warmth as he smiled.

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Raccoontail inspected his bleeding paw as the other cat questioned him. The cuts were not deep and would heal fine, but for now the small wounds stung and the tom kept his paw raised off of the ground as he turned to answer Foxflight's words. There was still that dullness in his expression as he replied, even though his clan mate was smiling warmly towards him.

"I was just.... admiring the view." Looking back at the gorge as he said that Raccoontail wondered what would have happened if the other Thunderclan cat had not shown up to save him.

'Would I have died?' The warrior wondered, his orange eyes narrowing at the thought and his face screwing up in an expression of deep thought. 'And if I had... would I have seen Talonpaw in Starclan?'

Sighing out loud Raccoontail got to his feet and glanced back at the other cat, that usual, lifeless look back on his grey and white face. Dipping his head to Foxflight the warrior hastily muttered another thanks and turned to leave, hoping that his clan mate would avoid trying to keep the conversation going or follow him. It was almost something of a skill that Raccoontail had for avoiding social moments, and he did not expect that to change through any life-threatening experience. And yet, as the tom took a few steps forward he found himself stopping, his gaze drifting back to Foxflight and his mouth seeming to move by itself.

"Seeing as you're here... do you want to walk back to camp together?"

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He looked quizzically at Raccoontail as the tom looked down into the gorge with a wierd expression. His answer wasn't helping Foxflight understand his clan mate one bit either. The look that Raccoontail had on his face worried him as he got up and began to leave. Foxflight looked on as the young tom began to leave, sensing that he was not needed or wanted.

When he was about to leave himself, he turned around as he heard words come towards him from where Raccoontail stood looking at him with perhaps something else in his eyes. Pricking his ears, he padded towards the tom and nodded.

"Sure," he replied and began to pad with Raccoontail. His tail was swishing around happily.

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And so those unexpected words led to Raccoontail and Foxflight heading off together, the cat who had suggested the whole thing staying oddly silent as they made their way along. The warrior's mind was on other things, mostly why he had ever felt the need to say something like that. It was not like the tom at all to want company, let alone openly ask for it, and the whole moment had left him confused.

By now Raccoontail had something of a reputation as 'that weird antisocial guy' to his clan and it suited him. Ever since the death of his brother the young Thunder clan cat as been quiet and very much a loner, which was strange seeing as he was still in a clan. But whether he enjoyed company and social banter or not Raccoontail was still very much a loyal cat, if he had nothing else going for him.

"...Nice weather today..."

It took a few minutes of silence before those words finally forced themselves from the grey and white warrior, and his gaze was glued to the sky overhead as he said that. The silence was starting to bother him a little, which was unusual, but none the less Raccoontail's words still sounded distant as he finally spoke, as if his mind was miles away from there.

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Foxflight's paws kept pace with the young tom in front of him. Raccoontail was unusually quiet, but then again he seemed always distant. Thinking back to later events, he figured it must have been a death that had caused the tom to bottle up further until he had reached this point.

He flicked his ears towards Raccoontail's voice and it took a moment for his head to catch up. When it did, he was glad to see that the tom was trying to make some sort of conversation. It shouldn't be so hard to have one with a clan mate, but he figured this was a big step for Raccoontail by the contents of his speech.

"Yes, it is. It seems Starclan is happy at the moment, I just hope they stay that way over time," he responded happily as he watched Raccoontail look up into the sky. With the way the tom was acting, he felt like he needed to protect him. He made an instant promise to the tom in his mind. No cat Raccoontail was close to would be hurt by the events coming to claim the forest. Foxflight was make sure of it. Raccoontail needed to open up and not be blundered by more trauma.

Having an upbeat step, he continued with nothing to show of his decision inside. "I'm getting the feeling that you haven't warmed up to clan mates in a while. Let's see if we can change that," he stopped in front of the tom and flicked his tail questionly. "Raccoontail is there something you really want to do today?"