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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 23, 2011 22:18:09 GMT -5
((*coughcrowtailinBluestar'sProphecycough*))
Smith shook his head, sighing. "Tornpaw, do you even remeber me at all? I guess not, it has been thirty moons since anyone called Blackstripe of Breezeclan." Smith meowed, his green eyes calm as he looked at his brown tabby son.
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Aug 23, 2011 22:28:59 GMT -5
Coyote had been waiting for this exact moment. He crept up behind the unsexpecting she cat and shoved his paw over her muzzle and growled "Make a sound and you won't be seeing that precious tom toy of your's again. Now you'll follow me and do what I say and the tabby on the fence over there won't have to suffer for your pathetic mistakes." he hissed.
Eliza nodded sadly, tears springing from her silver eyes and running down her cheeks. Why? Why did she have to make Tornshadow mad at her, now she couldn't even say she was sorry. She followed Coyote quietly, lettig out a slight squeak as she stepped on a thorn under the deck.
Coyote growled and slashed her ear and cheek, leaving long gashes "I told you to be quiet!" he growled a little to loudly.
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Post by Storm on Aug 23, 2011 22:33:50 GMT -5
((Oh, you're right, sorry.))
Tornshadow froze, his eyes widening and his pupils narrowing to small slits. Blackstripe? "Impossible. Blackstripe left my clan moons ago, and was never seen again." he bristled, the fur along his spine risen in hostility. The faint memory of a black tabby congratulating him on his new Apprentice name flashed through his mind, and pain struck Tornshadow's heart. He heard a growl coming from a distance away, but decided that it was only some tom cats fighting.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 23, 2011 22:40:25 GMT -5
((I told you so  )) "But was he ever proven dead? Or was he too ashame to return to his clan, so they see what damage the monster that day did?" Smith asked, his eyes still remaining calm. He flicked his long-haired tail as he stood there, one of his ears twitching. |
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Post by Storm on Aug 23, 2011 22:42:14 GMT -5
Tornshadow narrowed his eyes warily. How did this Elder know so much about his Father? He unseathed his claws and took a step forward. "Where did you get this information?" he snarled, tensing his muscles.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 23, 2011 22:51:21 GMT -5
"How else? Born in BreezeClan, grew up there to be an apprentice, earned my warrior name as Blackstripe, then had a son...which I named Tornkit. Ever since he was born, I was always proud of him, my pride increasing when he became Tornpaw...but I never mancged to see him get his warrior name." Smith meowed, still remaining calm. He just stood there, his old spiritfull eyes staring staight into Tornshadow's eyes.
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Aug 23, 2011 22:52:17 GMT -5
Eliza whimpered in sharp pain as a throbbing sensation stretched fro her ear to her mid cheek. "I'm sorry..." she whimpered, crouched low to the ground, her tail between her legs in submission.
Coyote sniffed "I bet you are! Now let's go..." he hissed, leading her through the hole under the porch and towards the alleways where he could keep an eye on her.
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Post by Storm on Aug 23, 2011 22:55:12 GMT -5
Tornshadow felt his blood turn to ice. "Born in BreezeClan.. named Blackstripe.. had a son.. Tornkit.." The stranger's words ran through his mind, over and over again. Tornshadow backed away, his eyes wide and the fur along his spine risen. "No..no! You can't be.. he can't be.. no!" he yowled, digging his claws into the ground. He whisked around and stared at his paws in pure shock and anger.
((Post in BCC.))
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 23, 2011 22:59:31 GMT -5
Smith stared at Tornshadow, watching his son yowl, turning around so he was only seeign his back. "Tornshadow...if I could just go back...I..I.." Smith started, sitting down on the fence. Tears began streaming down his cheeks, onto the grass below. "I'm sorry...I wish...I wish...I wish I could go back! I'm...I'm worthless now..." the eldery tom meowed, his voice crack with truth in his words as his body began shaking.
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Post by Storm on Aug 23, 2011 23:11:44 GMT -5
((Oh. This is as awkward as wathing a man cry..))
Tornshadow raised is hackles in a snarl and he glared up at Blackstripe. "Stop wishing for things that will never come true." he bristled. "You had a choice to come back, and face your clan like a Warrior would! Your injury could've meant nothing to your clanmates. To me." he went on. Tornshadow scowled at Blackstripe's tears and tore his claws through the strip of grass before the small Thunderpath. "But now it's your injury that's worthless, and you, you are nothing." he spat, turning and beginning to walk away from his Father.
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