Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance

[mossfang]

Note:

Although this adventure starts in the nursery, I put this thread in the general section of SnowClan as I do believe it will be taken elsewhere, beyond the nursery.

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Darkness.

That was all she ever remembered, floating in a realm where up was down and left was right. Not really knowing who she was, or why she was there. But eventually the darkness cleared, and she saw a face.

Best Friend. The thought resounded in her head as she saw the purple she-cat. She smiled, reaching out to touch the face, when it suddenly blurred and was replaced by another.

Mate. This time, instead of feeling happiness as the face appeared, she felt something tug at her heart. Letting out a soundless cry of pain and hopelessness, she was once again enveloped by darkness. Then, once again, a new face appeared.

Enemy. The she-cat whose face appeared was not one that she liked. Baring her teeth, she felt herself ripping at her throat, blood gushing out of her neck.

And then-

Darkness.

[Samantha]

The uncanny loner by the name of Twistedsoul lounged outside the border of the Snowclan campsite silently observing the everyday life of the clan. He was known for his clan hopping; a kindly visitor to most of the clans. Once a Bloodclan cat, he is known for his quiet demeanor and high authority among the clans and is rarely questioned of his presence in camps. His scent lingered with the various smells of his recent campsite visits to Riverclan, Windclan, and even stopped for a while near his home to meet with mother.

Something didn't seem quite right at the time -- the tingly feeling that coursed through his paws and to his tail tip sent a chill through his small frame. He was an odd-eyed cat, meaning one optic held a strange royal blue coloring while the other a light daisy in comparison. His smooth dark brown coat was usually kept clean, and the shine brought of the outline of his muscular limbs. It gave him an odd appearance in all.

Though that one feeling brought his instincts to life, and the smell of death lingered on the air like a foul beast ready to emerge from the depths of the soil to swallow him whole. What was to become of this clan? Death brought foul omens in any clan, no matter the type of worship; unless you were a Bloodclan cat, of course.

Bringing himself to his paws, Twistedsoul lingered around the edge of camp while nonchalantly pawing through the nearby brush. Oh, what a mess.

[mossfang]

Ooc:

I'm going to Rp my Medicine Cat Apprentice while I wait for Amey's cat to come, as I can't exactly play a cat that's not yet born.

Bic:

Tinypaw was out collecting herbs, her delicate white paws hitting the ground with dull thumps as she padded along. She lifted her strikingly pink nose into the air, sniffing out a certain minty herb. Catmint. She thought as she caught a whiff of the plant. But among that scent was another one, the scent of a once anti-clan cat that shouldn't have been there. Narrowing her eyes, she thought of the blue and yellow eyed murderer of Gorsefur.

(He became a loner because he said he killed Gorsefur, right?)

[Samantha]

(He's killed a lot of cats, though I don't remember him killing anyone called Gorsefur -- let's just go along and say he did.)

Twistedsoul pricked his ears at the silent disturbance in the brush not more than a few fox leaps away. The overwhelming smell of the many cats that have passed this way must have hid the she-cat's scent from him before. He lingered a bit longer, scanning his surroundings with his multi-colored optics. His lanky body slowly slithered into the shadows, an invisible enemy that always scared his predecessors.

"Come out, dear. Don't stand and linger, you're disturbing the peace." His scratchy voice rang out through the silence, an almost hideous cackle following at this pace. The loner pulled through till he was standing a few mouse hops away from the tiny medicine cat apprentice. "Ah, a wee little one, I see." His fur lowered to it's original smooth form once he realized she couldn't be much of a threat. Twisted was feeling awfully generous today, so he casually decided he'd let her pass by without so much as a simple warning. Hah, so generous.

"Keep walking, dear. There's nothing to see here." He growled carelessly, twisting around to flick his tail meaningfully.

[mossfang]

Ooc:

Remember? Back in the first days of the forum, and there was this whole plot with Sparrowflight and Darkfang, and then there ended up being a huge battle between BloodClan and WindClan....?

Never mind. ^^'

Bic:

Tinypaw forced back the whimper that had begun to rise in her throat. Standing tall, she cried out, "I'm not afraid of you!"

However, to her horror, her fright caused her voice to rise to such a pitch that the only thing that came out of her mouth was a little squeak. Pressing her ears flat against her head, she began to back away, knowing that if Twistedsoul decided to attack her, she wouldn't stand a chance. She was a young medicine cat apprentice with only several moons of training, while Twistedsoul was an experienced warrior who had seen more moon cycles than he could count.