Me and my haunted eyes (p)

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Brokenpaw

fadingpaw slipped out of camp as the moon rose above the trees. This was her favourite time of day, the dark night was both beautiful and calming. Fadingpaw walked down the familiar path to where she sat most often,the small pond of water she had found while hunting. As she walked, she appreciated the silence, the beauty of the moon bathed forest and the light of the stars. She felt calm at night, even though she was always interrupted by either a 'ghost cat' or a real one. She walked in silence, just her and her thoughts for once the rest of the way to the pond. The grey she-cat sat down and looked at the reflection of the dark night sky in the water. She watched it ripple as the water moved when it was disturbed by one thing or another, but the image always returned to normal eventually. She purred slightly, something she rarely did since she was rarely happy. 'Maybe cats are like that too. Ripples are our growth and memory's, but we are always the same image. Yes, I like that' she thought, a small smile lighting up her normally dark blue eyes. 'Hey useless' she heard a cat called. 'Must be a ghost cat' she thought with a sigh. Only ghost cats made fun of her right away. She shut her eyes tight and wrapped her tail around her tightly, cowering slightly in fear. The small bit of happiness that had blossomed in her chest just moments ago had disappeared and was replaced with fear and anticipation of the worst. A leaf moved abnormally in the distance, but she didn't move an inch. It was like she was frozen.

[Brokenpaw]

Brokenpaw's amber eyes starred up at the moon in contempt. He had just woken up for no apparent reason, most likely a bad dream seeing as the fur along his spine had been plastered to his body with a fearful sweat. He had no memory of what the dream was about though, he was only concerned with the fact that he had been awoken at such an inconvenien hour. Not that he hated the night or anything, actually he found it quite beautiful, but there was never anyone to talk to when it was dark out. It felt so empty.     Well, Brokenpaw is up for the day. Might as well do something useful, the tom thought to himself, padding towards the camp entrance with not-so-stealthy paws.  For awhile he didn't come across anything, most likely because he wasn't looking all too hardly, and because he was still half-asleep. He didn't miss the faint cat-scent that hung in the air though.     Is there another cat awake? the tabby thought, tilting his head to the side and opening his mouth slightly so he could get a better scent. It was definitely familiar; Brokenpaw could have sworn he had picked up lingering traces of the same scent while he was leaving to start his little hunting expedition. He continued to follow the scent-trail till he felt the ground start to moisten; meaning there was water nearby. Padding forward, the brown tabby began to make out a shape-- another cat, the one he had been scenting. From the looks of it she was an apprentice, or maybe a young warrior. She looked older than Brokenpaw, from where the tom was standing, but the fact that her scent has supposedly originated from the apprentices den led the tom to believe that she held that particular rank. He could be wrong though, he didn't know everything.      Brokenpaw think's the she-cat is scarred, he thought to himself, his ear twitching curiously. He wasn't too sure what to do-- he had never been scarred before, nor had he ever met a cat that was scarred. Not bothering to come up with some sort of "attack plan" to deal with the situation, Brokenpaw marched confidently forward, although his amber eyes shone with softness.     "Hello, miss lady," the tabby announced, his posture slouching and loosing the authoritative heir it had once had. A gentle grin slipped easily onto his features and he gave a simple, casual nod in greeting, "Brokenpaw is getting the feeling you are not being so well. Do you, uh, wan't to talk about it?" Was that the right thing for Brokenpaw to say? he thought, second guessing himself for the first time in awhile as he slowly padded closer to the stranger, "if you wan't to, that is."

469 wow this is. not short. dang.

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Fadingpaw jumped back, hackles raised as she was approached by a cat. She heard him say that his name was brokenpaw as she scented treeclans scent . She let out a long apparent sigh as she sat down, her eyes changing from terrified to sad. You could see the loneliness in them, as well as the haunted look that was permanently there. "Why do you want to know? You wouldn't care, no one cares." She said very quietly, not in an accusing way, but as if it were a sad fact she was stating.she then turned her gaze to the pond ljust then a leaf dropped in the water. Fadingpaw was silent until the water was calm again. "I'm like a ripple in the pond, a disturbance in others lives, an unnecessary, useless bump, that stirs everything up. But then I'm gone, with no trace I was there because I wasn't important, just a nuisance really." She said quietly. Someone who hadn't spoken to the grey she-cat before might have thought she was whispering, but she was just really quiet.

Brokenpaw

[Brokenpaw]

Brokenpaw's eyes widened as the she-cat jumped back. He didn't mean to scare her. The tabby tried to mumble an incoherent apology. He wasn't used to apologizing for things though, so he ended up just looking at his paws while some mangled words came out of his mouth in a whisper. Apologizing felt weird. When he looked back up the she-cat was more relaxed, which made Brokenpaw relax as well. She still looked sad though, and it made the tabby's dark brown ears droop sympathetically.          "Hey, of course Brokenpaw cares," the tabby mewled, his expression turning more serious for a moment. He wasn't the fondest of being serious, but the tom supposed he could make an exception. "After all, the she-cat is Brokenpaw's clanmate, right? Brokenpaw cares about all his clanmates," the tom gave a sharp nod, then relaxed again and offered a bright, toothy grin, "now, why doesn't the she-cat tell Brokenpaw her name. Brokenpaw has decided he is going to be her new friend."

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Fadingpaw didn't understand what was going on, why would he want to be HER friend. She doesn't have friends, acquaintances yes, but not friends. "I-I'm" she stuttered. She didn't want to say her name, really. To many cats gossiped about her, so many bad things. "How about a nickname, instead? Once you know my name, you won't want to talk to me" she whispered the last part very VERY quietly. She hoped he'd agree and leave her name be. Words began to float in her mind. 'Insane,crazy,useless,stupid, and finally no one cares, no one should.' Her fur started to stand on end as the words seemed to echo. She flattened her ears more against her head, trying to block out the noise. After a few moments she spoke up, realizing brokenpaw would find out her name eventually. She sighed and spoke quietly "my name is Fadingpaw. You've probably heard of me. The crazy, insane cat in treeclan, who's useless and worthless. The one the elders and warriors gossip about. All the mean things they say, it's relentless." Fadingpaw whimpered a bit at the end. She turned her head, dreading his reaction.

[Brokenpaw]

"Of course Brokenpaw is going to talk to you-- that is what friends do, yes?" he tilted his head to the side and smiled encouragingly at the she-cat. It was already implanted in his one-track mind that the two were going to be friends, even if he got to know her name or not. "But if she-cat is not wanting to tell Brokenpaw name that is fine. He will just keep calling her she-cat. Although she is making Brokenpaw very curious to hear it. He doubt's it's as bad as she-cat is saying," the stranger's reluctance to give her name really was peaking the tabby's interest. He had never heard of anyone dislikable in the Clan before. Sometimes there were kitten's that acted up, but there names were fleeting and usually forgiven, because, after all, they were kittens.     "Fadingpaw..." the brown tabby tested the name out on his tongue before furrowing his brows, "...no-- Brokenpaw believes that he has not heard this name before. Actually, he think's it is a very nice name; and from now on anyone who says otherwise will have to fight him," his voice was good humored, but there was a serious gleam in his eyes, letting anyone who saw know that he wasn't joking about the last bit, "After all, Fadingpaw is Brokenpaw's new friend, is she not? And no one makes fun of Brokenpaw's friends. And the cat's that do aren't worth caring about. They're probably just jealous of Fadingpaw for being so pretty," the tabby apprentice added the last part with a playful wink and light chuckle

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