h y s t e r i a • open to warriors

[Iceflower]

A petite she-cat sat in the entrance to the warriors den. It was night, and the sky was clear except the uncommon cloud that would float across the sky. The stars glimmered white, and the moon shone down upon the land beneath it. In the dark, she was invisible thanks to her black pelt. That was, unexcluding her ice-blue eyes that shone brightly. Thoughts buzzed through her head: her current position, her future, other cats whom she hated, things like those. Clearly, she wasn't the sanest cat around.

A cool breeze ruffled her pelt as she lifted her head, opened her jaw slightly, and closed her eyes. She began to hum a tune. Her voice was beautiful, she was sure there were nicer ones. She began singing as the winds grew stronger, carrying her voice with them.

"It's bugging me, grating me
And twisting me around
Yeah I'm endlessly caving in
And turning inside out

'cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

It's holding me, morphing me
And forcing me to strive
To be endlessly cold within
And dreaming I'm alive

'cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm not breaking down
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

And I want you now
I want you now
I'll feel my heart implode
And I'm breaking out
Escaping now
Feeling my faith erode"

She stopped her singing, feeling foolish for letting emotions take her over as an apprentice. She knew it lead to drama. It always did. Besides, who needed a mate anyway? Surely not her. She could easily live the life as a loner or Rogue.

[FireKit]

FireKit awoke to singing."Wha-?"He padded into the clearing and looked over to the warriors den."Hi IceFlower."

[Swiftstep]

Swiftstep, a longhaired silver she-cat blinked.
"Your voice... It's... Beautiful..." She said between long breaks of silence. The she-cat padded closer, small paws touching the ground lightly. Swiftstep exchanged a glance with Iceflower.
"Have.. Has your voice, always been like that?" Quietly, she asked the question, sitting down, her stature short and meagre.

[Iceflower]

Iceflower chuckled, and shrugged. "It may have been, it may not have been. Honestly I couldn't give much care to how my voice sounds." Iceflower sat up from the spot in which he had laid, and her ice-blue eyes shone white in the dark.

Iceflower had wrapped her tail around her paws, and stood up properly. It had come as a habit to do that, and she just didn't bother to get out of the habit.

[Swiftstep]

"Mm.." Swiftstep had no idea what to say. She kept her mouth shut, blushing with embarassment. Her pale green eyes flashed as she stepped out into the moonlight. Pelt dimmed, a bit dirty, the she-cat instictively reached her head back and began to lick her shoulder with a twinge of awkwardness.