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Post by moonbelly - - - on Nov 22, 2009 9:39:56 GMT -5
She could feel the change in Wolfpelt's energy; it made her skin crawl and her heart skip. Suddenly, the night seemed cold, too cold. The air bit it's steely teeth into her flesh, sending a bone-deep chill through her body. Uncomfortable, Moonbelly curled away from Wolfpelt. She wanted to fold into herself, disappear into a small square of feline. Her whole frame ached lightly, a cool sort of ache. And then, Wolfpelt spoke - his words slammed against her chest, a stinging slap of reality. Regret was hot and red on her cheeks. Mo's heart felt like a stone at the top of her throat, scarring the slender line of her windpipe. "Right," she replied. Her voice seemed to brake off into several pieces, dissolved by the night. "We shouldn't, we shouldn't." But alarms were going off mercifully in her mind, blaring to say what she really felt. Wolfpelt was different; that was why she liked him. Part of her wanted to bury her face in his chest and never have any expectations again; to scream at him to stop saying this sort of thing; that he had just shredded apart the last canvas of hope she had remaining. Thanks.
Moonbelly tried to hide these storming emotions from her features, but it proved to be too much. She blinked several times, sharp knives of emotion jabbing at the back of her eyes. Her breathing was sandpaper, scarping across the night air like a claw; tearing it's dark fabric and watching it bleed starlight and moon rocks. The she-cat had not moved from her position - she didn't want to. She didn't, she didn't, she didn't. But doing things she didn't want to was her life. In her mind, there was a road map to follow for these situations; the path worn down and soft from use. In a way, it felt nice to use, it was finally something she knew. The way her paws fit into their previous steps was a comfort; it soothed her pounding heart. Then, slowly, Moonbelly recited the words she'd known since she was little. "Whatever you say, sir," And only now did she find the small patch of strength she needed to break apart from Wolfpelt's warmth, which suddenly seemed irritating to her skin, a scratchy surface.
With a sigh, the she-cat forced herself to listen to the ashen tom's voice. He was nervous; that was easy to tell. But what was he trying to say? Mo furrowed her brow in a frustrated confusion, wishing he would just make up his mind - Yes/no, stay/go. Okay. Whatever you wish. Normally, she would dive for the unknown, the adventure, but now? She would kill for a "How-To" manual. But when she heard the words beautiful and exquisite fall from his lips like tumblers, she froze. "W-what?" Mo's voice was a silvery whisper of complete surprise. He thought she was... she was... beautiful? The she-cat's heart formed into a warm sponge, soft and soothing against her tender throat. Her gaze was focused on her own belly, and she was scared to look at Wolfpelt. However, she managed to whisper, "But you're exactly the right cat. I'm... I'm... a Suffragette; nothing about my life is correct. Don't you think I like you because you are different? You treated me..." And she trailed off, finally meeting Wolfpelt's terrified gaze. She almost picked up a desperation in his eyes, an aching sympathy. For her? Or himself? "You treated me... it... I just... I liked you; I liked the way you made me feel."
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Post by * WOLFPELT on Nov 22, 2009 23:10:55 GMT -5
WOLFPELT
`` I'M LOST WITHOUT YOU. [/color][/font][/font][/size] . . . . . . . . . .
N OT FINISHED!
` Whatever you say sir, her words echoed through his skull over and over again. His golden eyes grew larger, and his jaws parted a little, but then closed once more. What really could he say now to fix the damage he had already inflicted on her? His ears flicked sideways and his heart skipped a beat with sick relization. He was just like them. He was no different then all the rest of the mousebrained toms back in the camp. No different. Even more sorrow rose up in his throat, wanting to spill out and tell her everything, but it just wouldn't come. "Please do not call me 'sir' Moonbelly," he whispered, not daring to use her nickname anymore. He didn't deserve the right. Look at her, look what you have done! You heartless piece of foxdung, your just like them! these words danced in his mind like a chant and it was driving him mad.
` When Moonbelly turned to look at him once more he felt as if his lungs were set on fire. His whole chest engited in flames that was surley to over take the rest of his body. His heart raced with panic, and his eyes showed it like a motion picture. What a fool he was, what a fool. Her faint surprised tones even as sad as they sounded made his ears prick forward with anticipation of the next stream of her vocals. She was his drug; and he was addicted. Though he wouldn't admit it - not in a thousand years. Her next words drove him over the wall. What was wrong with her!? Did she really think he was all that great? He just totally screwed with her mind, accidently of course, and she still thought so highly of him! Then the next wave of shock hit him. She....liked...him. In other words, she found him attractive, handsome. Suffragette. The word sent a stab of relization through his chest. Almost like the first time you heard your mentor say a cuss word, or saw your parents fighting. He should have figured it before. She was a Suffragette. The enemy. Wait - she wasn't the enemy, AshClan was...
` She liked the way he treated her, huh? She enjoyed being toyed with and dissapointed? Thats what it came down to, Wolfpelt got to his paws his tail flicking behind him. He had to get rid of her before he hurt her anymore. He couldn't ruin the perfect being she was. There was no way. Breathing increased, and his heart felt akward, like it was being tworn in two. Something was not right here, and he had huge feeling it was him. "You like the way i just treated you? Mo, is this what you really want in a tom? You can do better then this Moonbelly, you truly can! You offer so much, and I'm too low for you to settle for!" he retorted. tail flicking behind him wildly and his tones were raised to a desperate and urgent meow. "Please Moonbelly, I'm not the right one for you, all i am is trouble for you, thats it," he added on. Yarrow, it sounded like he was pushing her away and in a way he was. "I-I just don't know If I could be a good match for you, Mo, you understand right? I'm just not cut out for this..." he whispered. Obviously. his mind growled back at him.
inspiration: "1,000 HOURS"- GREEN DAY ooc notes: he's so goshdarn cute! reservations: moonbelly! wolf's mood: confused, startled. [/blockquote] |
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Post by moonbelly - - - on Nov 24, 2009 16:17:22 GMT -5
She let him go...
Moonbelly watched Wolfpelt, her expression blank, save for her eyes. In contrast to the rest of her, her eyes were large and dark. They seemed too sunken into her face; shadowy hollow caves of emotion. For once, you could not read the thoughts streaming through the she-cat's mind. It wasn't like... leaving him would be the end of the world - she knew she could get over it, with time. But still, the sharp, piercing pain of rejection sat in her stomach like a knife. It cuts her insides up, chomping through her bones and devouring her heart. Blood was everywhere, everywhere, traveling up her throat and curling in her toes and rushing to the tip of her tail. Blood was everywhere. Mo eventually got to her paws as well, but she made no effort of stopping him. "Fine," she thought bitterly. "I'll just go back to fading into the background." she wanted so desperately for him to stop and look over his shoulder, the soft cinders of hope flickering in his eyes. 'Wait,' he would say; 'I understand what you mean. You like that I saw you, not as a female, but Moonbelly.' and she would nod, dumbfounded.
But, you need only to ask any she-cat in AshClan - dreams and happy endings were a waste of energy. Mo, too, knew this; she just had trouble accepting it. Her dreams lived in the sheltered, tender part of her heart that was still young enough to dance in the rain or spend hours looking for a certain color of slug or lay in the sun all day. This was a moment where she just felt one of them keel over, a soft, lightning-colored thud that send shock-waves through her body. They're dropping like flies, stuck hopelessly to the flypaper that is the world. That dream was a second chance, at life, at love, at happiness, hell, at anything. Moonbelly blinked, feeling Wolfpelt's words buzz back into her mind. "I just don't think you've got the right guy," he'd said, almost in shame. Shame? The she-cat's gaze fell to the earth, watching the tears scar her angular cheekbones and plummet to the ground. Each one left a marker, a small sign that said, "I've been here," who would find them next?
Moonbelly took in a shaking breath. It was then that she realized her whole body was quivery violently; down to her very bones. Her legs resembled jello. Managing a swallow, which felt sore and fiery to her raw throat, the silvery she-cat whispered, "Wait, please," the despair in her voice whooshed out like a gale, blowing over anything in it's path and dripping sorrow and broken hearts onto the ground. "Wolfpelt, y-you made m-me feel like I... I... existed. Don't become one of them, please," and she crumpled to the ground like a dying plant, collapsing in upon herself in crumbling, splintered pieces. Her legs lay in a tangled heap, her face buried in her the space between them. The sobs shook her body like a rag doll's. "I don't want to go back to being invisible..." |
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Post by * WOLFPELT on Nov 24, 2009 17:33:17 GMT -5
WOLFPELT - - - - ♥
`I'M SORRY I'M BAD, I'M SORRY YOU'RE BLUE.
'Wait, please.'
Paws skittered to a halt, and his muscles stiffened. He thought Mo would have just stayed there, heartbroken and all. He didn't figure she would try to stop him. Besides, most females, once told 'no' would often just drown themselves in their depression and not sought out it's creator. No, he didn't want Mo to feel this way, he just wanted her to make a wise decision for herself. Wolfpelt wasn't what she thought he was. He wasn't all prince charming all the time. Oh no, no, he could be monstrous at times. Worse then all the pieces of fox-dung back at camp. Claws ripped into the earth's skin as the despair, and depression seeped out of Mo's wounded vocals. 'Don't become one of them, please. Don't become one of them, please. Don't become one of them. Those words echoed throughout his skull, with her voice accompanying them. His tail stopped flickering, and he stood statue still as the pain engulfed him like an ocean wave. Pulling him under and then thrashing him about, pulling his heart out each time the water pulled back out into the large ocean of lost dreams and broken hearts. Wolfpelt's eyes grew wide with pain, and turned glassy. What in the hell was wrong with him?
Faintly, behind him he could hear a soft thump on the earth behind him, but Wolfpelt was a million light years away. Lost in some other place. Some other universe. Everything was blurred and he couldn't hear anything. Their whole past conversation replayed in his dark mind. Amongst all the painful words and the soft touches Mo's angular bodice flashed in his mind with all of her different expressions he had witnessed within these few small hours. Suddenly everything felt dizzy and he slammed back to earth faster then the fastest hawk. Upon this impact everything around him became much more sharper. He could hear Moonbelly's sobs erupt from her. Ears flicked forward, eager to hear Mo's next words no matter what they were. 'I don't want to go back to being invisible...' her words were soft and broken, which made Wolfpelt's shattered heart break even more so. Regret and guilt formed inside him, feeling like a little ball caught in his throat and stomach.
Nobody could have just left her there. Not like that, not like that. Wolfpelt heaved a great side and lowered his head, shoulders stuck out from his pelt as he stalked over to her. Almost afraid to touch her in fear she may break apart the rest of the way. What was he to say? What was he to do? There was only one way to make her happy and that would be to give her him. Apparently that's all she wanted. His love, his affection, his trust, his admiration, his touch, his kindness, his support. Could he possibly give her that? Fear struck him as he reached down to try and comfort her. Maw touched the top of her shoulder, and nudged it gently. "Mo, please stop," he pleaded. His voice weak and soft, golden eyes liquid and desperate. "I won't leave you, just please don't cry," he flicked a tear away from her cheek, which was rolling down her now streaked fur like a waterfall. The wetness ran through his fur to his skin, making his tail flick with the strange feeling it brought to him.
After a few moments past by Wolfpelt released another sigh and stood up taller, eyes fixed on her face, "Mo, please don't hate me. I-If you did I couldn't say i blamed you. I'm a horrible thing really, and if there is a Yarrow, I hope he takes me and tortures my soul for eternity. After what I've done to you, I deserve it," he paused looking to his right at the darkness around them, "I'm defiantly the wrong cat, and I believe you have picked the wrong choice, but I guess only time will convince you of your wrong decision," he stopped again wondering if this would only make her more upset, "Mo, I've never been one for romance, and I don't believe I am ready for it - at all, and I don't think I'll ever be, but I will stand by you for as long as you'd like me to. I'll protect you and try to do everything you have in mind for two cats such as us..." he broke off again feeling sort of foolish and out of place. "Mo, It's late, we should go back to camp." Reaching down slowly he rested his muzzle upon her shoulder, it felt wrong and right at the same time. Why wouldn't Mo just leave him?
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