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[• RAE •]

B A T S T A R
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life's what you make it

Like many other cats in the forest, each had there jobs. Those who hunted, those who fought, those who healed and those who bared kits to bring in a new generation of warriors. However the slim smokey grey tom with the faded yellow eyes was none of those an yet all. He was one who lead the next generation and gave a way to let them be who they thought would be. He healed the wounds of worry and of doubt when a battle was lost. He was one who fought and hunted and more if he could. But unlike all those, he was handicapped. He had lost nearly all the sight in one eye from a battle ages ago. A battle that had nearly ended his career less he find a new way to work around it. This strange character you may ask? Batstar, a strong willed, cold and yet loving leader of Shadowclan. Breath slow and quiet the male crouched, ready to strike it's prey and add another to the collection. The crow was peeking at the ground near the Thunderpath. A strange path - but much like Batstar, named for something featured upon it. The Thunderpath made a thunder-like noise when a monster (those shiny creatures who squashed cats for fun!) crossed them. Batstar however was named for those unusually large bat like ears. But back to the story. His muscles locked in the correct hunting crouch as he prepared to shoot forward and squash the bird with his weight. His ears lifted and took note that not a sound was heard and he took a steady breath before leaping. Three sounds echoed at that moment, the crow's screech of shock, the loud thunder-like sound the monster made and Batstar's own shock mew of fear. Many things had passed through his eyes at that moment. Life and death images, that of his best friend - long since passed on, since his own apprentice years. To his father, mother and then own mentor being dead. His whole body shook as he remembered the one moon where green-leaf had shook his body to the very core stripping him of one of his nine lives. He closed his eyes, the crow's pain screech still alerting the voice that danger was afoot. But the image of his own brother littered his brain. The terror in those young golden-yellow eyes had made him regret ever taking the full responsibility of watching the tom, sheltering him. However, the crow's next screech seemed to snap the tom out of his funk and he snapped the bird's neck swiftly and painlessly. His eyes closed as he dragged the bird back a bit, putting a paw on it's chest, and whispering in a soft tone. "Let the ancestors hear my words, as I thank you for the prey given today and the near close call. Let you shine down upon our warriors as they hunt else where. Thank you Starclan." He opened his eyes, one blurred the slightest and the other blinded by the rush of sunlight. He blinked his eyes, trying to adjust back to the daylight. After a few moments a clear and wonderful (not blinding) sight appeared in one eye and a clearer image in the other. He gave a rough smirk as he lifted the crow in his jaws and pulled backwards, his eyes never leaving the thunderpath - which might of been the reason he landed on his back with the crow on top of him just a bit away from that stinky - cat squashing - path. "This is not my day." He mused aloud. His eyes narrowing as he wiggled out from below the crow. He could just picture the laugh it was having ('ha! got you didn't i?). Oh that was embarrassing just thinking about it. He grumbled and lightly hit the crow with his paw. He then took to looking about, hoping no one had seen his near rush with death - nor his attack that had come from a dead crow.

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CLOVERBLOSSOM
- - - { standing at the cross roads

The forest was filled with darkness and shadows and while there was little that could be seen in it, a single white force moved against all odds. It was like a light, a beacon, of what could only be considered hope and love. But the creature itself that was so bright and soft against the harsh surrounds hardly fit that description. The creature had large, pale green eyes that were constantly looking. She had pointed ears that swiveled and were constantly listening. She had long, graceful limbs that were always moving. And yet she herself was miserable, the face was nothing to the hope that it offered. The creature itself was sad, a miserable helplessness in her eyes as she wandered along. It's funny. They always say I'm supposed to be better... a better warrior, a kinder cat. But none of them... none of them listen. None of them know.

Cloverblossom showed little sadness in her eyes, though, the majority of it was locked away for when she was alone, when no one could do anything to help her or to hurt her. When she could think in complete and total peace and could do nothing but that. Slowly the little she-cat slowed to a stop, the sound of paw steps that had faded with her echoed like an avalanche in her ears. But as it faded, the silence replaced, it's ringing sounds causing her to tremble and shutter. She stood still, knowing exactly where she was and where she was supposed to go. She parted her mouth, taking in a heavy breath and feeling comfort as the warmth and kindness of maples and pine trees seemed to flood her senses, leaving her with slightly uplifted spirits, something she was not quite used to yet. But the sound of a voice caused the paranoid creature to snap from her thoughts and scurry into the shadows and hide herself among the vegetation.

It was strange, she had once been such an open cat, such a sweet and kind cat. But now she had been isolated and shut out from the only cats that could save her from the ever pressing nightmare that was Spiderfang. The white creature was the yin to his yang, she was the soft to his loud, the kind to his harsh. But it hadn't always been that way. Over the years of her apprenticeship, little Cloverblossom had been such a kind cat, such a sweet cat. But she could hardly keep herself sane now. The sound of a cat speaking again made the little white creature's eyes flutter open as she moved almost incoherently toward the sound of the voice. She was like a walking zombie, moving slowly through the world, oblivious to everything but what she honed in on. The realization that the vegetation ended didn't hit her until she was standing dead center of the clearing where Batstar could be seen. The sight of her leader seemed to rock the little cat's thoughts so quickly that she cringed away.

Cloverblossom found herself blubbering like an idiot, trying to figure out what she could say to apologize for barging in on her leader. But that wasn't why the little cat was so timid around her leader. The real reason was because her belly was swollen to a pleasant size, big enough to show that she was indeed pregnant but still small enough where she didn't need to be confined to the nursery. The little white cat found her eyes staring up at the trees above his head and then toward the thunderpath behind him. It was almost like she was hoping... praying that she would be able to hide it. But it just wasn't that simple. The thing that made it worse was that these kits weren't with someone she loved because Cloverblossom didn't even have a mate. No, these kits were her hated cat's spawn, a creature that she never would have willingly even considered to impregnate her. But here she stood, swollen and filled with little lives that whirled around inside her.

I... uh... Hello, Batstar. It seemed to take several stumbles and murmurs before she was finally able to give her leader any sort of greeting. Slowly, her tail flicked back and forth as she lowered herself into almost a crouch as if she was fearful that he would become angered with her. She was like that with everyone though. She always showed herself as a fearful little cat to the cats around her. But she never tried to prove it wrong. She was fearful that if she let on too much to any cat that Spiderfang would be the one she had to answer to. And needless to say, Cloverblossom believed that she had suffered enough from him as it was. With a painful glance toward her paws, the white she-cat felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She hated him so much... so very very much.

[• RAE •]

BATSTAR
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life's what you make it

Well, I guess that settles it! He mused with in the safe chambers of his mind. His faded yellow eyes scanning the area, ears perked for the small scurring of prey - despit the eariler warning. But the silence was insured. However the faint steps in the distance. Ah-ha! His body swung on his feet and he was approached by a white cat. His nose flared and he noticed that she was in fact one of his own - and a she-cat. His head tilted to the side. Her name slipping his grasp. I... uh... Hello, Batstar. She had mumbled and stumbled over these words much like his brother, and she gave her a confused look. It wasn't like he was going to bite a cat for saying hello. He shook his head rather confused and contiuned to bury the crow before sitting down, and nodding. "Cloverblossom. Hello." He meowed lightly, testing the water before the she-cat's movement of looking at her paws appeared rather painful. He stepped forward - smokey grey paws stepping one at the tie carefully and softly. "Are you quite all right Cloverblossom?"

[/color] He asked. The leader was not one to show much emotions and Starclan give him mercy when he did, he was one to worry. However he was treading water now, sitting before the she-cat and lowing his head, curious as to what was causing that pain. He remembered seeing her as a lively apprentice, and now such a worried she-cat - and pregnant too. A soft smile touched him, but he removed it from his face. Kits. A passion of his - and the joy of his time as a leader. He loved to visit the nursery and play games - even being the big bad leader for them if they wished it. His head tilted to the other side and his eyes were rounded and curious now - much like a kitten, and he never felt like one as much as now. He could just positivly leap in joy at the idea of having more warriors added to his clan.Much to the joy of his own excitement since the birth of his brother - Batstar had no idea of the fear that truly shook the she-cat. However his mind slipped to the idea of who he cat's father could be - or for Starclan's sake - who won the she-cat's heart. His eyes had glazed over in his thought and he blinked rather quickly to make it easier to see. His paw raised as to rub his injuried eye and tilted his head again. "Better to get it off your chest, then to keep it locked in." He meowed again, smiling. "When are the newest warriors due?"[/color] He purred, before shaking his head and giving a soft sheepish smile - she seemed to need his nicer side. "I mean, if your pregnant."[/color] He meowed. Geesh! She could just be fat Batstar. Stop being over excited.'

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CLOVERBLOSSOM
- - - { standing at the cross roads

Cloverblossom stood while gazing at her leader apprehensively. She felt a pang in her heart when he asked her about the kits and whether or not she was all right. Slowly her gaze shifted, away from her paws and away from the gray tom and instead up to the bright sun that shone above them. It was a nice day, she would admit, but not nice enough to wipe away the fear and emotions that she had raging inside of her. The little femme seemed to freeze in her movements as he retracted his statement, almost like he was curious if she really was pregnant and that feeling of dismay entered her again. But she said nothing as to how she was doing, the emotions seeming to retract from her face, the sadness still in her eyes, but she lifted her gaze again up against the sun. In about a moon, and yes, I am pregnant. She added, her voice more monotone and the stuttering sensation was removed almost entirely. Cloverblossom hardly had a reason to be nervous around her leader, this she knew. But at the same time she was. This was just a matter that she didn't want to talk about and didn't want to have anything to do with.

Cloverblossom flicked her tail slowly as she curled it around her paws, almost like a vice grip as she lowered her gaze down to her paws again, away from the sky. She had a burning urge to continue a conversation, any conversation; simply to draw it away from her and her issues. Is the prey running well? The little cat asked softly, no real caring in the question. She didn't hunt often, not because she didn't want to but rather because she couldn't. She had become slower with her pregnancy and even on her walks she lost track of time when she was struggling against the added weight that she was not used to. She glanced over at him through a sideways glance, never turning her head to look at him full on for the fear that if she did he would see past her fragile walls that she very carefully built up for the time being. Her bright green eyes returned back to her paws where she watched her claws dig into the dirt and rake along it, leaving crevasses in the dirt and moss. Slowly, the little white cat tried to stand and instead found her hind legs trembling and so she stayed where she was, not caring truly.

To be completely honest, Cloverblossom was hardly looking forward to going back to camp. Spiderfang would be there. He always was. She had recently become fearful of staying in camp and even while the first moon of her pregnancy was fading, she was still attempting to avoid camp as much as possible. Sleeping in the warriors den had become a frightening experience for her. Every night, little Cloverblossom woke to Spiderfang sleeping beside her. When she tried to leave, he was always awake. When she would move into the nursery... the queen was hardly sure if she would be safe there too. Seeing as she would be the only queen in the nursery for a while... well needless to say, Spiderfang could come and visit her whenever he pleased in the privacy of the nursery where he could attack her whenever he chose and play with the kits while she cowered in the corner. It was hardly what she was looking forward to. No, pregnancy had never been a plan for Cloverblossom. Not until she had a mate that she loved. Instead, Spiderfang had proclaimed himself as her mate, rather unwillingly she had no choice but to agree, to let it happen. No, she was pregnant, with Spiderfang's kits. Not willingly, might I add.