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Post by Brightflame on Jan 25, 2014 17:32:59 GMT -6
Brightflame was cautious as he made the journey to the rocks. This was the first time he has ever traveled alone, and he felt vulnerable and scared. Taking a shuddering breath, either from the cold or his nervousness, he entered the place of the shimmering rocks. This was it, he was here, all he had to do was fall asleep and he could speak with Falconwing. However, he still felt the slightest hint of apprehension at what he was about to do. Could he, Brightflame, really do something so...selfish? What if while he was gone there was an attack and Waterheart couldn't save everyone by himself? What if someone found out and exiled him? What if- No. He decided firmly. I have to see him again. I've given my whole life to please others, it's time I did something for myself. He laid down in front of the rock slowly. "Falcon, love, I'll be there soon..." He murmured under his breath before pressing his nose against the cool stone. His entire body felt like it had been submerged in icy water, stars flew past his closed eyes, and then...He woke up in a clearing, the only sound he could hear was his quick, scared breathing. And...pawsteps...
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 26, 2014 0:12:08 GMT -6
 safety and peace It was quiet.
Normally, cats yearned for this peace. For the silence to surround them and envelope them. They thought death and rising to Cloudclan was better than life. Yet, death was unable to give you closure. You had to live with how you died over and over. Dream after dream, your death and agony placed in front of you once more. It was all there was to think of. For moons now, Falconwing was unable to think of anything else. What was there to think of? His memories of his past life were fuzzy. Sure, he remembered his friends, his lovers. Yet, it was as if amnesia had gotten to him. His history was...unclear. Sometimes, if he sat down and thought about his past long enough, he might gain back a few memories. The tom would cherish them, hold them as if they were his own children. Then, his eyes would close, and his was back at step one. It pained Falconwing to know that he would never really know himself anymore. All that appeared to him was his last day before the Hunger Games. His last moments with his friends, his family, his love. Brightflame hadn't been there that day; instead, Falconwing gave him a small gift, a token of him. It was as if he knew he would not survive. Did he know? Falconwing could not remember. All he knew was that there was an ache inside of him, yearning for his clan. Something, a breeze, tickled at his ears, tugging him along. A trail of smoke (or was it clouds?) appeared, small stars twinkling inside of the fog. Falconwing followed it steadily, his owns paws generating a misty like substance. His fur gave off a strange gleam, as if it was shining. His eyes glowed slightly. Finally, the trail ended, dissipating and revealing a silver tabby. Falconwing held his breath, at first uneasy. It was the form of the cat he grew so close with. Falconwing's nose twitched, picking up the familiar scent that he came to love. The brown tabby took a small step forward, unsure. Was it him? It had to be; Brightflame was a medicine cat of course. It was not a full moon yet, though. Did Brightflame come to the Shimmering Clearing by himself? Falconwing's throat became taught with emotion, clear in his voice.
"Brightflame?" his voice sounded a bit hoarse, as if he hadn't used it in a while. Which was true. Falconwing barely spoke to his fellow dead mates. He was too succumbed with grief to even speak with the strangers that accompanied him.
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Post by Brightflame on Jan 26, 2014 0:27:24 GMT -6
Brightflame heard a voice...a familiar voice...and a familiar scent. The scent oflazy afternoons and protective instinct. The scent of pure, absolute happiness. His breath caught in his throat and he turned slowly. No...it wasn't...He hadn't expected...so soon...it was. He saw Falconwing, saw him for the first time in moons. "F-F-Falcy?" He whispered, his eyes widening. He rose slowly, "Is it...it is...FALCONWING!!!" He cried, bounding over to his love. He tackled Falconwing, smothering him with licks, "I...I missed you!" It was then that he saw the dull, lifeless look in Falcon's eyes. Brightflame stepped back, "Oh no...I...I'm sorry...I...I thought..." and he cried. Deep, sorrowful, heart wrenching sobs of someone in the midst of absolute heartache.
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 26, 2014 0:39:31 GMT -6
safety and peace "Why are you crying? There is no need to cry. I am here, and so are you," Falcinwing spoke. His cheeks were wet. Why were they wet? He was crying. Why? Should he not be overwhelmed with joy at the sight of Brightflame? Watching the older tom sob made Falconwing tremble. The tabby moved forward, stuffing his tear streaked face into the other's toms little shoulder. Falcinwing breathed in deeply, adoring the flowery aroma that this cat gave off. It was comforting, to breath in this familiar scent, to have it wreath around you and pull you further into the cat. Which was what Falconwing was doing. He wanted to touch this cat, to smell him once more, to feel the warmth of another cat, someone who was alive and not cold, like he was. The tom lifted his head slightly, his chin tickled by the hairs of Brightflame. He lightly licked his shoulder, attempting to console him.
"I missed you as well. I have missed the comfort of someone so...alive," he spoke once more.
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Post by Brightflame on Jan 26, 2014 0:49:50 GMT -6
(Falconwing gonna eat him)
Brightflame looked up at the large tom, "Falcy...you're...you're so cold...wh-why are you so cold?" He whispered, shaking. "You've been gone for so long and...and now I found you and it hurts me more than ever..." He stared at Falconwing's face, his crystal blue eyes dark with hurt and loss, "Why couldn't I be there when you needed me most? I...I could have saved you like I promised I always would, but I was busy tending to an apprentice with a bellyache... I failed you Falcy...and...and I'm so so sorry..." He broke at this point, tears spilling down his face, unable to look Falconwing in the eyes any longer.
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 26, 2014 0:59:59 GMT -6
safety and peace"No, no, no. It would have been impossible. I died quickly," no he didn't. Falconwing died writhing on the ground, his stomach twisting in pain as vomit and blood burned his throat. He could not say that to Brightflame. It would pain the tom even more. Instead, the tom lifted a large paw and placed it gently on top of the silver tom's paw, as if comparing the sizes. Falconwing began to softly groom the medicine cat. He paused.
"You did not fail me. You were doing you're duty. No shame in that," the tom murmured, rubbing his forehead against Brightflame, whispering soft words of comfort to help the tom.
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Post by Brightflame on Jan 26, 2014 1:08:47 GMT -6
Brightflame looked up. He knew the tom well enough that he could tell Falcon was lying, but he didn't bring this up. He looked down again and pressed his muzzle into Falcon's flank. "I...I've really missed you...every day of these past few months...I even have a stash of herbs in our special place..." He laughed slightly bitterly at his own pathetic-ness. Was he seriously incapable of functioning without Falconwing? Was Falconwing really that important? ...yes. Yes he was.Falconwing was that important, and he needed some sense of closure. So he asked the question he had held in every day, "Falconwing...what am I to you?" He asked, his voice steady and quiet.
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 26, 2014 1:17:42 GMT -6
safety and peaceThe tom thought about the question. He remembered how he felt about Brightflame, the joy and love that encumbered him, the sadness he felt when this cat disappeared, the anger he felt when someone hurt the feline. What was Brightflame to him? It was a simple question, yet so complicated. So, with another small lick, Falconwing snuggled closer, as if trying to draw the life from the tom.
"Everything. You are everything, my world, my sadness, my happiness, my ambition, my anger, my life...my lover," he ended his sentence with a small attempted purr, curling his tail slightly. To feel Brightflame next to him made his heart flutter, his paws shake. He was dead. He was not to feel.
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Post by Brightflame on Jan 26, 2014 1:26:58 GMT -6
(Senpai you're making me blush)
Brightflame practically leapt at the cat. "So I'm not the only one who felt that way!" He cried. He paused and glared at him. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BEFORE YOU STUPID IDIOT!?" He shouted, half angry, half sad. "I THOUGHT ALL THIS TIME THAT I WAS A FREAK AND EVIL AND YOU NEVER EVENTOLD ME HOW YOU FELT WWHY ARE YOU SO THICK HEADED!?" He didn'tmean to shout at the tom but there were so many emotions that he needed to pour out of him that they all came out at once.
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 26, 2014 1:36:52 GMT -6
safety and peaceHis ears flattened and slightly cowered before the tom. Falconwing watched the other tom rant to him, obviously very outraged at this...news. Had he not known? Falconwing assumed that Brightflame already knew. There was one answer though. It was too harsh. It was too harsh to tell Brightflame that Falconwing had planned to announce his feelings on his last day...but, Brightflame was gone, missing. He kept that bit to himself.
"I tried, but it would be caught in my throat. I was too shy, nervous to speak my feelings aloud. I was also afraid that you only saw me as a friend," Falconwing mewed, straightening up a little.
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Post by Brightflame on Jan 26, 2014 1:46:46 GMT -6
Brightflame started at him...and then smiled. "Falcy. Of course you weren't just a friend. I loved you with everything I had. I gave you my whole heart. I'm sorry I yelled at you..." He suddenly felt himself becoming slightly cool and tingly, "Oh...no...F-Falcy...I think my timehere is running short..." He said softly, looking deep into Falconwing's eyes. "I'm sorry I wasted it...visit me some time, won't you?" He asked, his eyes pleading.
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 26, 2014 1:55:29 GMT -6
safety and peace"Of course I will," he responded, moving forward to nuzzle the silver cat. He felt the heat of the medicine grow weaker, his light and time dying. Falconwing did not want to see him leave. It hurt too much.
"Don't let me distract you from your duties. I will visit you soon," Falconwing became more choked up as he watched the feline's shape begin to slowly fade as daylight began to break.
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Post by Brightflame on Jan 26, 2014 12:38:36 GMT -6
Brightflame tried to press himself into Falconwing's flank, he tried desperately, but it was like trying to hug fog. He watched Falconwing slowly fade, and he felt something inside him break. He was losing the only other person who had ever been important to him. It was like losing Blazefoot and Bluestream all over again, and it hurt more than he could have thought possible. Bright opened his eyes to see the sun breaching the horizon and he shook with pain and heartache. He couldn't help it, he curled into a ball and sobbed. He let out every single emotion he had been suppressing his whole life, and it almost broke him. Everything about their relationship was wrong, and this was their punishment. Later he lay sprawled on the ground like he was dead, his eyes staring blankly at the rising Sun.
(Just trying to make you cry)
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 26, 2014 12:59:34 GMT -6
safety and peaceFalconwing watched with sorrow as the tom faded away, his body nearly going through Falconwing's. His ears twitched, his mouth moved as if he wanted to say something. The tom took a sharp intake of air as he tossed himself forward, attempting to hold onto Brightflame.
"No, I'm not ready yet. Don't leave me here," it was a bit pitiful, to beg. This was not what he had aspired for. Or was it? Falconwing did not know. He hissed, half to himself, half to the world around him. Falconwing was not content with eternal solitude. They promised that when he died, he would be filled with inner peace; instead, he was filled with anger. Anger that he could not see his friends, his family, or any other familiar cats. There was Crimsonsky, but they didn't have too great of a relationship. Falconwing was not permitted to visit his life-filled clanmates. Did they expect the tom to rot up here? It was not fair. No, it was never fair.
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