xx IT'S THE FAiRY TALES THAT KiLL US [ harrow ]

[Raggedkit]

please don't enter if you aren't HARROW . O:<
all problems are to be pmed to me . kthxbyee.

EDIT ; Streamkit may join in if she wishes <3

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... it's the fairy tales that kill us ...

' .. hush .. '
the wind whispered it's secrets to the young child.
he gasped, life rushing into his lungs, eyes struggling to open, but then failing.

warmth ... he could feel warmth beside him. his eyes burst open, and he stared at the emptiness that was the air he was breathing.

it was just a dream ..
just, a, dream ...
with a heave, a sigh, he placed one paw beneath his chest, knocking the air out of him. He panted to regain the air in his lungs, beating nature at it's own game.

huff ..., he breathed, lungs tired. He was born with a few breathing problems, but the medicine cats said, as he grew, he would out grow these problems. He was just a bit too small right now. His breath frosted in mid air, becoming a crisp mist and disappearing over his head. Even in the nursery, the early morning dew covered the entire world.

Or the world as he knew it. For now, all he knew of the world was the warm inside of the nursery, the soft, warm side of his mother, and the bleak, giant outside. But he was too young to be allowed out. For now, he only saw the wall of light that many entered and disappeared through. Sadly for him, he never got to check out what was on the other side.

raggedkit was one who didn't carry fear, he faced most things head on, being one foolish kit. Escaping the wrath of his mother and crawling towards the exit was a game he often played, even when he couldn't see, but could sense the great heat, wind, and scents coming from that one wall. He could sense all the light, the power, and everything else that he needed.

growth required him to break rules and removed all fear, but caution and intelligence reminded him of the consequence. he would face the claws of his mother and the giant paw that would send him sprawling back into the other end of the nursery. He knew he couldn't exit through the other walls, having tried before, crashing head first into a pointless attempt. His head had been bruised from his many attempts. But back then, his eyes had yet to be open, yet he could feel everything around him.


... come, come, come ...
the wind beckoned him towards the wall of light.
his eyes were barely opened, but he could feel the call of the bright material against his fur when he stood before it, warming beneath it. this was the entrance, this was the exit of complete helplessness. this was when he'd learn to break free of all fear, and let growth take him on.

but he wasn't ready to leave the nursery quite yet. after all, he was just going to take a few steps out. he took a few looks around, eyes landing on his sleeping mother.

all clear, he thought. and took his steps towards the wall of light once more.

[Harrowingpride]

Harrowingpride breathed softly in her slumber, her dreams peaceful and slow. Just how she liked it. With each breath, she felt her fur rub against that of her kit. Like a rhythm, she felt the kit breathing against her as well.
The pattern seemed to disappear, and her sleep became slightly. . . disturbed. She shifted slight, her body expecting to feel the body of her kit press up against her. instead, she felt air. Nothing but air. Her body immediately recognized that something was wrong. She woke up with a jolt, lifting her off the ground, and whirling it around quickly.
That small moment of panic seemed like forever before her eyes locked onto her kit, who was making his way out of the nursery. She sat up quickly and pulled him back suddenly with her paw.
"What do you think you're doing?"

[Streampaw]

Streamkit felt her eyes open in the shuffling. She'd never slept near her mother, not usually. Although on the more colder of nights she'd shuffle up to the warmth the rest of the time she'd be crouched in the corner. Watching. Her red eyes would glow in the dark, and she'd blend into the dark. Often she was mistaken for a tortoiseshell. But she wasn't. Her fur was tones darker, and black paws. Night paws. And not to mention her eyes. A tone of red that wasn't natural, wasn't catlike. So she stayed in the shadows. In the cold depths of the nursery, where she wouldn't be mocked for her strange enjoyments. Her strange likings to stray far into the depths of the camp, or to huddle up to the nearest black shadow. Her appearance wasn't anything normal, either. Not even to mention that someone could easily notice her lack of claws in the front. Ah, how worries could never shrivel in her head.

She crouched down low, and belly crawled tightly near the wall. All you might see of her was the tip of a dark tail, easily to be confused with the bedding, and her glowing red eyes. Nothing could explain those. She didn't think any cat was yet accustom to her eyes. Another reason why she stayed to the sides. What cat really could be accustom to her eyes? What cat could be able to surrender their better judgement, and just treat the kit like she had normal yellow, green, eyes? no cat her mind whispered to her. She'd felt more and more ignored lately. Not that she was particularly jumping into conversation, but she felt like an outcast in the clan. Demon, diablo her mind whispered to her, over and over again. The repetition sank her confidence and she huddle the wall for a moment.

She narrowed her red eyes. They weren't really red, they were more scarlet. Something you'd only see dripping out of a fresh wound. She shivered. That wasn't what she wanted to be compared too. Her mind traveled back to when she was even younger, when her parents had tried to murder her. Hissing curses. Calling her the demon, or 'El Diablo' as her spanish father had put it.

She finally stepped out, she was now behind Raggedkit. 'hello.' she said timidly. Out of experience she'd learned that the first response would be a ruffled pelt, possibly a small gasp or squeak. Then they would whip around, and great you either with a cold response or an annoyed response. She didn't know what happened if it was your friend, she had no friends. Then they'd begin to talk. If they knew you they'd treat you coldly, or turn back around. If they didn't then they'd see you and often open their eyes wide, and ask you questions. Like 'what's wrong with your eyes.' 'Why are your feet black and your body not.' And such. This varied, but it was the main thing.

[If you feel like telling me off read the edit o<]
[Sorry for the bad coloring, but I just love it <3<3<3]

[Raggedkit]

NOTES GO HERE , imagine something snazzy here to make you interested in what's below. of course, i ALWAYS fail haha .

Written when watching A Cinderella Story. Yes, I am a cheesy weirdo who likes that stuff.

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... come on, i'm on the wrong side of the universe ...

' .. rustling .. '
his body tensed, and his ears swiveled to the back, where he could hear the breathing quickening .. oh, no.. this was NOT good ... she was waking up.. He leaped forward, only to feel the harsh side of his mother's paw send him tumbling backwards. A weak smile and an act of attempted-cuteness would not work too well, but he had to try. Landing tail first at her other paw, he pulled his paws up before his chest, giving his chest a few embarrased licks before turning big eyes at his mother .

he knew it wouldn't work, so before she could punish him for being stupid again, he rolled away from her, only to stand up a few tumbles away, and shake his head. the bedding that was tossed onto his coat during his tumble falling off around him once more. he tried the muscles in his limbs, and felt that all was well with his body. it seemed ... every tumble he took, never injured him. or maybe it was because his mother didn't want to destroy her own kit . he decided, it was the later, thinking she loved him too much to do anything that could hurt him too much.

... more movement .. behind him! he leaped up and around, to come face to face with another kit. now, this kit was also harrowwing's, but being the silly thing that he was, he hardly ever acknowledged any of the other kits. when they threw a hello at him, what other way to respond but by making an evil face back, and saying ' .. want to make an escape plan!? i want to go out once and for all! '

now, living in the nursery for all his life has exposed him to nothing, and nothing meant that he didn't even know what was strange. merely the fact that those eyes she held .. well, they were captivating. he couldn't deny that. but he wasn't sure if it was in a good way or bad. one way or another, they were pretty frightening. shrugging off the shivers that just sent a jolt up his spine, he cracked a grin at her.

' .. ready to make some chaos? ..'

[Harrowingpride]

She looked down at the kit, a glaring look upon her face. She was angry. She was about to start scolding him, when he began to roll around in the soft moss. As the moss clung to the kits fur, and scattered among the rest of the nursery floor, she was reminded of something. Something she saw often in her kithood. Innocence. The innocence of being a kit. Of being new to this world.
As the kit tumbled to a stop,and shook to bedding from his pelt, her anger seemed to smooth away. As it did, a soft chuckle escaped her lips. She /was/ angry, but not at him. Maybe not even angry at all, just. . .panicked. She sighed tiredly, and sat down, keeping her eyes on Raggedkit.
As a kit, she never remembered being so active. Being the more withdrawn kind, she usually kept near her mother, or in a corner somewhere. Her enthusiasm about growing up as a kit, was never high.

Her eyes flicked to Streamkit, who was making her way out of the dark. corner of the nursery. The first thing she noticed was her eyes. Her red eyes. They shined through the darkness, like blood emerging from a wound. She shook her head mentally, and focused on Streamkit as a whole. Not just a pair of daunting eyes. . .
She was slightly heart broken that her kit was so /Isolated/. She had tried on several occasions to ease the kit into sleeping near her, and every time she would think she was successful, she was proved wrong. Consciously or not, the kit would always squirm back into the corner, and with much despair, Harrowing eventually accepted it and allowed it to happen.

It was the eyes. She just knew it. It was the eyes that caused the isolation. That caused this kit be set so far apart. The eyes scared the others. Unnerved them. Angered them. Made them hate.
The eyes, held /power/. A dangerous power, that could be used against the poor kit.
She herself was afraid. Terrified even.
Of her kit? No. Never. Of her kit's future. Of her own clan. Afraid of how much pain they would cause this kit. All the things they would do to her.
She would do everything in her power to make sure that her kit lived a /somewhat/ happy life.
She couldn't protect her from all of the pain, but at least some of it. Wouldn't that help?

Although, maybe she wouldn't have to do it alone. Would her brother show her enough compassion to shield her from the rest of the clan? She hoped so. She hoped to Starclan, that it would be so.
Maybe, just maybe, Starclan would deliver.
The two kits interacting were a good enough sign. She just hoped it would be enough.

Her eyes started to droop slightly, and she realized, she was still tired. The night was not over yet. She looked around surprised that none of this had woken up any of the other Queens or kits. She made her way quietly over to her two kits, just as the last words escaped Raggedkits mouth.

"Can you two wait til morning to " be ready for chaos. " A yawn cut her off. "Please. .?"
She nuzzled Raggedkit gently, and gave Streamkit a reassuring lick on her forehead.
She loved these kids, and Starclan strike her down if she ever let something happen to them.


[ . . . Harrowingpride isn't the only tired kitty, I'm sort of on the verge of dying x.x So, to anyone who reads this, have a good night, and dream pleasant dreams. ~<3]

[Streampaw]

<sub>Streamkit felt herself brace for whatever lie ahead. She tightened up her muscles, bunching herself into stiff. She was as hard as rock. She stared into the other kitten. Just a little kit... her mind blurred a little bit. She stared at the kitten still. She locked her glance. And her mind floated away, to a time far far behind. She'd been trying to forget this time, feebly crawling into the TreeClan Camp. Harrowingpride was her mother, now. She'd never need to travel back to that time. She tried to re-gain the control of herself. Her mind disobeyed. She was already there when her mind finally went fuzzy.

A little pale tongue stuck out of a tiny head. Consciousness burst into the kit. Air. Breath. In, out. In, out. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Air traveled through the young one's lungs. Hungry. Milk. Animal instincts that had been in her head since before she could breath took over. She fallowed the warmth. Her mother. She drank her milk. Her milk. Her mother. She didn't share. No other kits. No siblings. Her mind was blank besides her instinct. Breath. Eat. Breath. Eat. It continued along her, helping her. Time when timeless, she snuggled up to her mother. She stopped drinking, and she slept.

The next day she awoke. She opened her eyes to see a pale lit tree. Her mother was awake and staring at her. Wait, she could see her mother. She'd opened up her eyes to the world, another scene had found its way to her. She stood up, and stretched. 'Good day, mother' She purred. She was so delighted to be just... awake. She ran around in a circle, dancing with her tail. Joy had overtaken her heart, her mother just stared.

That's when he padded up. he her father, he the one who made everything happen. He dropped the food he had gotten for her mom and stared as well. It wasn't until then she realized something was wrong. Their silver-lit eyes stared. She realized it was her. She was wrong! And she had just began to plan her future. Hunting with her mother, a nice tom with an inspiring personality, four kits, all black. And then her family would grow. But it wasn't her plans, today.

'what do we do...' her mother's whisper was quiet and disowning. So quiet... like a secret. 'kill.' was his only response. Everything else happened too fast for her kit-brain to register. But suddenly she was surrounded by a fire. Her tortoiseshell-like pelt rippled with fear. They were surrounding her. 'Die, evil.' They chanted. 'El Diable. The devil.' They continued. She felt herself go woozy. That's when she ran. She ran so fast, speedy through the fire burned her legs, scarring them black. She felt herself bite back a yowl. She got out. She still ran. She ran until there was no where else to go. That was when the cat approached her. 'Welcome To TreeClan.' and she found herself by her new mother, no. Not her new mother. Her only mother. The one who tried to murder her was no longer her-

'Ready to make some chaos?' She was back to the present. She shivered. More conversation went on, between the other kit and Harrowingpride. She didn't listen. She practically collapsed to the ground, and without dignity she curled up into the tightest ball she could. She didn't care who saw her -or didn't.- She just stayed there, absently realizing that a tiny fear scent was coming from her. She tried to hide it, but she was no warrior. Her feeble attempts did nothing.</sub>

[Jac]

[ will post tomorrow. it's 11pm, and i'm SO sorry. DD ; . will delete this post , ; just letting you guys know so that you aren't > WHERE IS HER POSTTT ! ' ]