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    turnip
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    Nothing, nothing but darkness. Pounding footfalls, drawing closer, louder, shaking the earth with every heavy step. Panting, ragged breathing from a long snout filled with jagged canines. By the time he sees the teeth, its too late. They are upon him now, closing in. The last sounds are a low, guttural growl and his own cry–

    “Ah!” Rippedthroat jerks awake with a fearful yelp. He sits up in his nest, thick brown fur standing on end, the large tom appearing even more so. Long striped tail a full plume, lashing behind him. His claws had torn into his bedding, scattered bits of moss and feather surrounding the warrior. Eyes wide in the blue-toned night, looking about the den frantically. As if the beast from his nightmares were waiting to catch him now that he is awake.

    Relieved, he found there to be no danger, only his sleeping clan-mates around him. Those in the nests nearest to him could be bothered by his disturbance or may be used to this by now. He waits for his dark fur to settle before rising to his paws. As tired as he was, there was no going back to sleep after this. Rippedthroat is careful not to tread on any tails as he leaves the den. He takes a step out into the clearing, the moonlight hitting his mismatched eyes and weary, scarred mug. The tabby tom takes a deep breath, trying to calm his rapid beating heart.

    #6919
    Pheebs
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    “The sky’s been crying again,” Echoshine said in lieu of a greeting the second Rippedthroat exited the Warrior’s Den. The feline was situated nearby, tucked safe in the shadow of a towering pine. The silvery grey warrior sighed, exhaustion touching the edges of his (for they were indeed feeling masculine) smile. In one smooth motion he moved from sitting to standing a little behind and to the right of Rippedthroat’s body.

    “The sky’s been crying,” he repeated, “And the Eye is staring at me,” Echo added in a much softer voice. It was no secret that he was a coward, jumping away from shadows and hissing at enemies only he seemed to detect. His fear of the moon in an empty sky was one of those many pieces of him that made Echoshine seem so childish, so weak, compared to his rougher and tougher siblings. As an apprentice Echoshine had told Rippedthroat, then known as Hawkfang, about the shadow cats and the whispering winds. Unlike many others, Rippedthroat had been far kinder to the new information, and Echo felt a great appreciation and love for the older tom. Echoshine was by no means prophetic, even he knew the things his mind convinced him were there weren’t really… there. But there’s a thin line between knowing and understanding, and while Echo knew he was crazy his mind told him what was “real” to him was R-E-A-L.

    “Hawk, is the Beast out hunting again?” Which was Echoshine’s odd way of saying, “Rippedthroat, are you still having nightmares about that dog that traumatized and scarred you?” “You really ought to give It a harsh word or two.” “You really need to remember it can’t control you.” 

    (note – “the sky’s been crying” pretty obvious: it’s been raining; “The Eye” is the moon, Echo is afraid of the moon when it’s in a star-less sky; in italic is what Echoshine would be saying if he spoke in a less cryptic/crazy way)

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    #7103
    turnip
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    Rippedthroat would have jumped at the voice, seeming to come from behind him, had he not known the speaker so well. He turned to place his seeing eye on his only apprentice, Echoshine. One of the few cats with an understanding of the horror plaguing his mind, unfortunately due to his own. Long ago, when he was assigned to be then Echopaw’s mentor, he wondered just why such a strange little cat was put under his guidance until they spent more time together. He could relate to his loss and tried his best to learn more about the trauma and how it affected his apprentice. It helped to better train them, bringing them up to be a warrior in spite of their fearful nature.

    “So it has,” he said quietly with a weak smile. Rippedthroat approached and sat within the same shadow, collecting his striped tail to his side. He looked up at the cloudy night sky, the moon peeking rather ominously. “The Eye can’t.. see us here.”

    He glanced at Echoshine at mention of the beast then down at his paws. Rippedthroat was tempted to correct him, as he doesn’t go by Hawkfang anymore. The name hasn’t been his own in what felt like a lifetime. But a part of him still reveled in the memory, so he made no attempt to change it.

    The broken mackerel tabby snorted. “Ah, if only so easy,” he turned over one paw, studying his claws as he spoke. “Sometimes. Its not so loud, only far away. But I fear… it may come back.” He met his apprentice’s eyes, kitty brows stitched together with concentration. Rippedthroat tapped his tail-tip to Echoshine’s flank a few times, giving a slow blink. “I fear for you,” he signed, unable to bare to say the words out loud. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

    #7105
    Pheebs
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    Echoshine shuddered, pressing into his mentor’s side. “The Eye can see everything.” Memories of the smell of herbs and bitter sickness clawed at the edges of their mind, the memory of The Eye being there to watch as his parents died. ‘The Eye is always watching… I fear it will watch when I go, as well.’

    The silver tom pushed his face into the thick mane of fur around Rippedthroat’s neck, relaxing into the familiar scent. After the loss of his father, Echo had struggled to find someone to comfort him. Yewfire was always too harsh and too busy trying to be the leader of their dysfunctional family whereas Palestreak simply didn’t give a damn about Echo’s demons. When Rippedthroat had really stepped in to not just be Echoshine’s mentor but his friend, he’d clung to that friendship and continued to be grateful for it every day and in moments like these.

    The warrior’s attention was pulled away by Rippedthroat’s snort. Raising his head, Echo blinked his lavender eyes at the other owlishly. “Ah, if only so easy.” Echoshine wilted at his words, intimately familiar with the weighted feeling behind them. The Beast had been a hound from hell that bit at Ripped’s heels and chased him relentlessly, Echoshine wished he knew how to help but all he could do was pray The Beast might lose Rippedthroat’s scent.

    “I fear for you, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He tried to muster up a response to that, finally settling for nipping the older tom on the shoulder. < it’s okay > It was odd. Of all the things that troubled Echoshine’s mind death was but a rare fleeting thought, death by sickness was a different story but most other things he didn’t bat an eye at. Perhaps it was bad that Echo was so flippant about his eventual demise, too busy being haunted by present shadows to care about what might lurk in the future.

    “The Beast cannot trace your steps when they’re dusted with starlight.” “The dog won’t find you, Starclan won’t allow it.” Echoshine burst to their feet, a child-like grin lighting his face. “We must prove our prowess to The Beast and go on an expedition!” “A trip exploring the territories could get your mind off of that dog.” Echoshine couldn’t remember the last time they went exploring, but it used to be one of the few ways to calm him after a nightmare. Echo couldn’t tell you how exactly it began, all he could say is that on nights even poppy seeds couldn’t cure he would creep out to the warriors den and Rippedthroat would take him out to search the forest for oddities. Now that he was a warrior, and had been for a little over a year, Echoshine very rarely went out as it just seemed wrong to do so without his mentor. Perhaps tonight was a night for reliving memories.

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