Burden in My Hand;;

[vena sera !]

ooc; Song is "Burden in My Hand" by Soundgarden. I was just bored. Plus, playing the dead kitties is kinda fun in small doses.

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Follow me into the desert
As thirsty as you are
Crack a smile and cut your mouth
And drown in alcohol
'Cause down below, the truth is lying
Beneath the riverbed
Quench yourself and drink the water
That flows below her head

In hell, the sun never went away, and there were always flames below your feet and in your heart. The shadows were long and always leaving a sour taste on your tongue, as well as a bitter regret on repeat in the soundtrack of your tormented mind. Everyone had their own version of hell... for every hell was just a side effect of your life on your dead mind. The location only gave you silence, and time to reflect on your dark deeds.

The location, in this case, was a sprawling, dried-up desert, a massive expanse of seemingly eternal cracked earth and dust that had suffocated any chance for flora or fauna of any kind. The desert had only two sounds: the sound of the wind combing through the loose topsoil and sending it gritting against the harder, concrete earth, and the sound of pawsteps against the ground.

Oh-whoa
There she goes
Out in the sunshine
Sun is mine
Sun is mine

Ever since the war that sent both StarClan and the Dark Forest reeling into a faint existence, the guidelines for accessing either territory was faulty. When a soul was released from its prison of a body, its access to the otherworld was seemingly random. Therefore, a cat who had never done a single wrong in his or her life may end up in the desert, where a murdering rapist may be thriving in the forests where life after death is easier on the heart and mind. Therefore, two tomcats who did not necessarily deserve to be in the unbroken sand expanse of 'hell' roamed the desert endlessly, side-by-side, not a word spoken between them.

There was something of an age difference between them, the one on the left being quite a few moons older than the one on the right. They appeared nothing alike, and indeed, were not related in the least. The left cat was of medium-build, with a plush, brilliant black coat with faint gray and silver tracings and undercoat and with beautiful blue eyes that reflected the cloudless, moistureless sky above them. The one on the right was a young tom, taller and a bit heavier, with long fur of a cream and brown tabby pattern but with heavy accents of gold, silver, some black and also pristine white. His eyes were naive-looking and green.

I shot my love today
Would you cry for me?
I lost my head again
Would you lie for me?

Not only was the outside of these cats so different, but inside, they were something of parallels. One cat had devoted his entire life, since kithood, to serving his Clan to the best of his ability, and remained faithful to that creed until his death. The other tom resented all obligations and shied away from anything that would tie him down, particularly Clans and packs. The first cat, the one on the right, had only his family to keep him from despair, and before that, had been betrayed all his life. The left, dark colored cat, was indeed devoted by every bond he had to two females in his life, one who was his mate and the other his cousin.

Spectrumfire and Shadow only were stepping the same path because of the loneliness of eternity. Neither cat uttered a word, for both of their bitterness was raw, despite the passage of time since both of their murders. The multicolored tom had died in betrayal of someone he trusted and loved, and that, for him, mimicked hell. Can't anyone be trusted? Was I doomed from the start, from wanting to believe in someone?

Close your eyes and bow your head
I need a little sympathy
For fear is strong and love's for everyone who isn't me
So kill your health and kill yourself
And kill everything you love
And if you live, you can fall to pieces
And suffer with my ghost

Shadow's thoughts were similarly morbid. I must assume that evil bitch killed her, too... I must find Shroud... if she's here... god, I have to find her... I can never rest until I do. He closed his eyes, imagining two spinning pairs of acid green eyes that glowed with mirth and a zest for living, with a devotion to her family and her kits. Then he found himself picturing a bloodstained black and white pelt, sightless green eyes dulled in color and slim jaws parted in terrified panic, frozen in a cry for her mate to save her, stilled in a shriek of fear for her children...

Shadow shuddered.

Spectrumfire, too, was thinking of the family he had been forced to leave behind, but not in the same way. He had never doubted that Icefire had killed Violetlight, too, and was not concerned with finding his mate any longer. In the beginning he had been frantic to catch sight of a lush dark pelt with winning purple eyes, but he had realized that he would never see the love of his life again. He wished he could have gone to the Gathering below, where his replacement was a very young warrior with a black pelt. He wished he could have seen his beautiful daughters be recognized for their warrior names, and he wished he could have spoken to them, relished in their warriors' lives and mates, and just their differing personalities.

Oh-whoa
There she goes
Out in the sunshine
Sun is mine
Sun is mine
Sun is mine

He knew, also, that when Vixenheart and Silverlight died, they would be lost to him as well. The only cats he had encountered at all were Shadow, who, too, had been suffering a terrible loss, and a crazed cat he hadn't wanted to see -- a female who had killed herself moons ago, and the she-cat he knew had been Violetlight's depressed longhair gray sister. Crystalheart, of course, hadn't recognized him, and instead grew very sad and distant when she heard his story. He sympathized with her as well -- to lose kits was hard. She had lost hers in a miscarriage, but he had lost his to segregation.

I shot my love today
Would you cry for me?
I shot my love today
Would you cry for me?
I lost my head again
Would you lie for me?
I left her in the sand
Just a burden in my hand
I lost my head again
Would you cry for me?

Now he strolled alongside a tom who fathered the new deputy of MireClan, or so he had told him; unlike Spectrumfire, Shadow had no pride in his kits being respected MireClan warriors. In fact, he seemed to resent the fact they were even in a Clan, which the tabby didn't understand at all. If Vixenheart were to become deputy of StreamClan, Spectrumfire would be bursting with joy; and if Silverlight had a litter of strong, healthy kits, he would be proud beyond comprehension. He had loved his daughters, and until he realized the growing inner monster in him, he had loved his son, too.

Just a burden in my hand
Just an anchor in my heart
Just a tumor in my head
And I'm in the dark

Spectrumfire was killed by Icefire, who had been killed by Eclipse, who was being crushed on by Darkmoon, who was the son of Shadow, who had been killed by Eclipse. Oy vay.

So, follow me into the desert
As desperate as you are
Where the moon is glued to a picture of heaven
And all the little pigs have god
Oh-whoa
There she goes...
Out in the sunshine
Sun is mine
Sun is mine

Shadow, actually, was bursting with rage that Darkmoon was a.) the deputy of a Clan he had left his family for, and b.) had a crush on Eclipse. The stupid murdering bitch had killed both of his parents, for gods' sakes, and yet he dreamt of her at night, wished he could help her, wished he could find out more about her. It was a puppy like obsession, and it was disgusting. Shadow longed to tell Darkmoon that Eclipse had killed both of his parents and lied to him and to Mirrorshard, and he also longed to see Demon again. He knew, from his time up here, that Demon had had a litter of kits with the tom that used to pal around with her -- now the leader of GorgeClan, Crimsonstar. Also Shadow's uncle. Oy vay.

The sun flamed on, the shadows stormed on, the pain was eternal.

No other noises were heard.

I shot my love today
Would you cry for me?
I lost my head again
Would you lie for me?
I left her in the sand
Just a burden in my hand
I lost my head again
Would you cry for me?
Yeah, would you cry for me?

[.* Hidden *.]

Far below, in the realm of the living, a gray she-cat's green eyes clouded over and her body landed with a soft thud on the bloodstained grass near the Whispering Falls. At least, that was how the body's former resident would imagine the scene later; she'd been gone before her body had hit the ground. I'm free! she thought with a smile. Finally, it's over. She couldn't remember ever having felt so light, not since she was a young, naive MarshClan apprentice falling in love with her mentor, who also happened to be the former leader's son.

The gray she-cat waited for the familiar sinking feeling she got whenever she thought of the handsome black tom, that awful sensation of being ripped into tiny pieces. But, to her great astonishment, it didn't come. She felt just as light and feathery as she had in her youth. It was almost as though her own private time had been turned back, back to when she'd been in her prime.

Gravity returned to her, and she landed gracefully on the compacted ground. Wind howled as it kicked up dust, which stung her eyes. She blinked quickly and shook her head, looking around as best she could. As far as she could see there was nothing but cracked, dry dirt underneath a swirling dust. Every now and then the wind would calm or speed up into a whirlwind, but most of the time it was a gentle breeze, just enough to be annoying.

This can't be StarClan's territory, the she-cat thought. Despite herself, she was awed at this expanse of rugged terrain. In its own way, it was beautiful, but at the same time she knew it was deadly. The gray cat laughed out loud at that thought. Nothing was deadly to her anymore; she was already dead! With that in mind, she launched herself forward, sprinting to nowhere in particular. She hollered with exhilaration as she ran, overjoyed at how her legs carried her smoothly and effortlessly over the parched ground. A warm, bubbly feeling swelled in her chest and expanded until her entire body was giddy. Did she even have a body anymore? She didn't know, and she didn't care. All she cared about was that she was free. No more toms to drag her down, no more Clans she was being forced to lead. Her life--or lack thereof--was hers, and hers alone.

She had been running for quite some time when Mintleaf saw two cats in the distance. The former WillowClan leader thought about calling out to them, then decided against it. She was too far away to see who they were, and she had learned to be wary of strange cats. Mintleaf slowed her pace to a silent trot. One of them looked familiar, but it took a moment for her to remember why. He's the old MireClan deputy, she realized. She hadn't known him personally, but he seemed decent enough, and whoever was with him couldn't be too bad either, could he?

"Hello!" she called, slowing to a brisk walk. Her gait was smooth and confident, the exact opposite of how it had been before her death. "It's Spectrumfire, right?" she asked the multicolored tom, then turned to the other one. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Mintleaf."

[vena sera !]

When a voice broke the silence, Spectrumfire looked up slowly, like one in a trance. He didn't know how he hadn't noticed the she-cat gaily trotting towards them, looking freed; his eyes had been on the ground, closed tightly while his thoughts roamed into dark places. However, he was glad for the sound of a feline's voice; and her voice was rather cheerful. He blinked slowly, grit stinging his eyes, but when he cleared his head, he realized who had approached him.

Now, the memories of MarshClan, with his apprenticehood, were not good ones for Spectrumfire. He had been a young fool, naive and innocent, looking simply on as the world rushed by him. That was ages ago, however, or so it seemed. Only four cats stood out to him in that Clan in his memories, now -- Abyssfang, his mentor; Morninglight, the old leader's daughter; Hauntedstar, the leader and another dead leader's son; and Mintleaf, Hauntedstar's childhood sweetheart.

There were four of them, warriors who were in a close age group. Twistingstar and Dovewing had adopted Abyssfang as a kit and raised him alongside Morninglight, but instead of growing a brotherly love, he developed a healthy tom's lust. He instead made his political intentions into a public love affair, and the youthful queen had believed herself to be in love. Meanwhile, Hauntedstar had taken over Twistingstar's place, and he and Mintleaf, whom he had trained, was his queen. They, too, were very public with their love. It was obvious that they were going to be an idyllic couple.

This is what Spectrumfire saw as he idolized Abyssfang. He later learned that a twisted, tangled love rectangle had formed out of jealousy, obsession, and rapacious intentions designed by the dark, ambitious tabby tom. He forcebred Morninglight, who ran to Hauntedstar, who comforted her out of pity and then fell in love with her on accident. Mintleaf, feeling betrayed, became jealous and ran to Abyssfang. Morninglight gave birth to two kits, Shatteredkit and Plaguekit -- and Spectrumfire later served under Abyssfang's son Plaguestar as the deputy of MireClan. Mintleaf, to his knoweledge, had had no kits with Abyssfang. But how was he to know?

He had been influenced, slightly, by Abyssfang. More than slightly. Therefore, he had always had a soft spot for both Morninglight and Mintleaf. Besides, seeing a familiar face jolted him into reality -- or, whatever.

Mintleaf? He asked, eyes wide. Mintleaf... I had no idea you... you... well... He shook his head, stepping forward, eyes shining. He was glad to have company he had actually known, for the tom beside him skidded to a halt and peered angrily at Mintleaf.

Shadow had no idea who this she-cat was; after all, his only Clan had been the Faithful Shadows, which wasn't actually a Clan. He scanned her; the tom beside him apparently knew who this femme was... he acknoweledged her briefly.

It's Shadow, he said simply, seeing as how Spectrumfire was suddenly so talkative. He turned to him, eyes expressionless. He had no desire to say anything further; he just wanted to stall for the time he had way too much of now.

[.* Hidden *.]

Mintleaf smiled at the tom she had known as an apprentice. "You didn't know I'd died?" she supplied, not shying away from the word in the least. On the contrary, she said it almost affectionately. "You're not the only one. I don't think my Clan knows yet, even." She shrugged. "I'm not sure if they know that I never got my nine lives from StarClan. One life was more than enough." Her eyes clouded with painful memories, but only for a moment. The former WillowClan leader shook her head, returning to the present, and looked around at her dismal surroundings.

"Well, I don't mean to be picky, but I imagined the afterlife as being somewhat more... visually appealing than this place." Despite that, the she-cat smiled. She wondered if all cats felt as happy about dying as she did. Mintleaf looked at Shadow and Spectrumfire, neither of which seemed particularly joyous. Maybe it wears off after awhile, she thought. Her thoughts shifted abruptly, and she said, more to herself than the other two, "Fadingsteps will make a good leader." Just then she realized something else, the absence of a certain dead WillowClan she-cat. "Where's Violetlight?"

[vena sera !]

Spectrumfire was silent as he listened to the warrior he had known and respected as a youngster. She was more bubbly than she had seemed after ascending to WillowClan's "throne", and he could understand why. Responsibility was a bitch, and not all cats were cut out for it. Especially if it wasn't even your own Clan and Clanmates you had to care about and watch for. He felt sympathy for Mintleaf, who had, indeed, been let down and stepped on for much of her life -- in MarshClan and WillowClan. He could almost understand her happiness.

What was she leaving behind?

I'll have to agree with you there, Spectrumfire meowed solemnly to her statement about the visually-appealing aspect of the afterlife. I thought... since StarClan was apparently not gone, if they elected four leaders and brought the Clans back... that they would greet us, y'know? Make us feel like we died for something. He shook his head, grief in his eyes. I lost my family when Icefire did that, he murmured, swishing his tail.

Shadow snorted at Mintleaf's comment. Doesn't she know? StarClan, or whatever those odd Clanners believe in... this just proves they either don't exist or are cowards. They can't face their own destructive injustice, which is what we are proof of now. Those murderous cats are influenced by them. All he said was, in some agreement, This is basically what I expected, though I also thought I'd find my family here. He glanced at Spectrumfire as he lamented the loss of his family; duh. They had all lost family. Shadow had left behind his son, Darkmoon, and his daughter, Mirrorshard, and possibly Shroud, though she could have been dead. He didn't say anything to the family comment, though; his sorrows were well hidden.

However, when Mintleaf commented on Violetlight, he noted that Spectrumfire perked up. The longhaired cream and brown tabby gritted his teeth and growled, I haven't seen her. I've looked... StarClan, haven't I looked... but this place is eternity, and it's like trying to find a single cat's hair in an ocean. He closed his eyes. Shadow blinked. Violetlight must be his mate. I feel the same about Shroud. I wonder if Mintleaf, too, has a mate or family here that she wants to find?

[.* Hidden *.]

Mintleaf looked at the two toms with pity and sympathy. Both of them had lost family when they'd died. For a fleeting moment she wondered whether having lost everyone she cared about before she'd died was a blessing in disguise, but then her misery--now merely a memory, but powerful nonetheless--came back to her. At least she'd been happy while they were alive. Or had they? Every cat had problems. Facing the facts, life sucked. Apparently death did too.

"It is strange," she mused, "That we wouldn't have access to the other dead cats." The she-cat sighed, dumbfounded at the idea of wandering these lands forever with only these two cats as company. Not that she had anything against them; they seemed perfectly nice. She just would have liked more variety.

"Hey, cheer up," Mintleaf said, seeing how miserable her companions were. She knew how hard it was to be ripped away from the ones you love. "We still might find them. After all, I just got here and I already found you guys, right? Let's keep walking. If we stick together, eventually we should find somebody that someone in our group knows." The gray she-cat stood and shook off her pelt, then set a leisurely pace, one that the three cats could keep up almost indefinitely. "Do we still have to eat?" she asked. "I have no clue where we'd find prey around here."

[vena sera !]

Spectrumfire smiled at Mintleaf's determination. He was glad of it; he didn't like to mope, and she was right, after all. Other cats had to be here; these three weren't the only ones who had died, right? He nodded. Yes, good idea, he meowed, glancing across the desert. Sure, it didn't look all that appealing or utopian, but it could have been worse. It was empty and lonely and dusty, but it could have been much worse.

Shadow blinked at Mintleaf. I don't know if we still even have to eat, but if we do, it looks like we're going to starve, he meowed dryly. It's not like they could die again, though, so he wasn't too worried about it.

((Um, we never worked out if they have to eat or not. What do you think?))

[.* Hidden *.]

((Uuuh, well... Like Shadow said, it's not like they can die. We've established that they can eat. So either eating is just a nice part of life, or they can get hungry but won't starve to death. Let's say the second one, since it makes things more interesting.))

"There must be prey around here somewhere," she said, doubting her own words before they had even left her mouth. "Is the prey here dead too? That's not much of a paradise for the prey." The she-cat chuckled. "Then again, this isn't much of a paradise for us either." Mintleaf looked at Shadow, about to ask another question, but then it dawned on her that he didn't know any more about their situation than she did. "Well, at least we can't die again, even if we do end up starving."

I wonder how long it will be before I give up hope, she thought. It's not like I can wander here forever. Or maybe I can; maybe I don't have a choice. Mintleaf sighed softly. Thinking that way wouldn't get her anywhere. She had to look on the bright side for as long as she could, especially since she could finally see that side of things again. "So, how long have you been here?" she asked Shadow. She already knew that Spectrumfire had died only a few days before herself.

Not too far away, a small black she-cat trotted through the Dreaded Desert. Her dark sapphire eyes scanned the dried up ground for any sign of life, but so far she hadn't seen anything. Hiddenstream had left the comparatively safe area now known as the Broken Forest several days before. Once they found the old StarClan territories, most cats chose to stay there. The MarshClan warrior had tried to convince others to come with her, but those who had already wandered the desert had no desire to return, and those who had appeared in the forest were happy where they were. Just the thought of those stupid, self-centered mousebrains made her dig her claws into the chalky earth. For all they knew, their friends and family were wandering this horrible place, and they weren't doing a thing about it. "It's too big, we'll never find them," they whined. "We'll get lost out there."

Despite her determination, she had already gone several days with no sign of a single soul, and she was beginning to doubt that she would ever find someone. Maybe they were right, she thought. Maybe I am just wasting my time. But the thought of those poor newly dead cats trapped out here, lost and all alone, wrenched at her heart and drove her onward. After all, she was dead, so it wasn't as though she had to worry about wasting her life. As long as she knew the way back to the Broken Forest, she should be fine. Even the dull ache of hunger didn't bother her much any more. After awhile it stopped getting worse, and she'd suffered much worse while she was alive. Still, it wasn't pleasant. She was eager to find someone, if only so that she could lead them back to the forest and eat something.

Hiddenstream stopped suddenly, squinting into the distance. Had she just seen something move? Or had it just been the wind? The small she-cat tensed her muscles, then burst forward, sprinting toward where she had seen movement. As she got closer, the shapes became unmistakable; there were three cats. "Hey!" she called out as soon as she thought she might be within hearing distance. "Over here!"

Mintleaf turned around, grinning at the sound of a new voice. "See, I told you we'd find..." She cut off her own sentence, her eyes widening as she realized who the newcomer was. "Mama!" she shouted, bounding toward the one cat who still held a place in her heart. Well, that wasn't technically true, but Hiddenstream was the only one she truly cared about who she could also still talk to. She hadn't seen her mother since she was a kit.

"Mintkit," Hiddenstream whispered her daughter's name to herself, then ran even faster. "Mintleaf," she purred when the gray she-cat reached her. Hiddenstream nuzzled her daughter affectionately. "I'm so glad I found you." Despite the fact that she was nearly twice the size of her mother, being near her made Mintleaf feel like a kit again. Hiddenstream looked past her at the two toms. "Hello, Spectrumfire. Shadow." She nodded at each in turn. She had never met either of the two, but she had watched both from what remained of StarClan.

((Hiddenstream to the rescue! Gives me more to write about too.))

[vena sera !]

((Aww. Very cute. =D Also, works for me.))

Shadow nodded; Mintleaf was right, of course. They couldn't die again, and so what if they got a little hungry? There would probably be prey somewhere... and if not, well, tough. A cat who could handle loneliness could handle a bit of hunger, too. He turned his head a bit at Mintleaf's question.

So, how long have you been here?

Hmm... awhile, he meowed. Or it seems like it. My kits were apprentices when I died; now one of them is a deputy and the other is a warrior. He didn't sound sad, just frustrated. It wasn't fair to be stuck in an aggravating limbo like this, a sanded, parched purgatory in which no life and no hope was within reach. He shared a quick look with Spectrumfire, and at the mention of Shadow's kits, his eyes darkened with some grief. Sad, indeed.

The multicolored tabby was thinking not of his daughters, but of his murdering, bloodthirsty son, Icefire, resembling him in name and peltage but nothing else. His kit, the only male of he and Violetlight's cherished litter, had slaughtered his mother and his father in cold blood (well, kind of) and did it as a warning to his sisters so as not to interfere. Well, now he was dead... right?

Mintleaf was the leader of Icefire's Clan, he thought, narrowing his eyes. Surely he was dead, which left WillowClan in jeopardy. Not that I care...

He was startled out of his thoughts by a shout, and he turned, very glad to see an unfamiliar face. She was small and strong-looking, a black pelted queen with bright blue eyes. Mintleaf looked joyous at the sight of her; who was the dark warrioress?

Shadow jerked his head up at Mintleaf's unexpected cry of, Mama! The dark tortoiseshell tom shook his head a bit; That black cat's her mother? They don't look much alike at all, do they? He waited until the queen approached them before he assessed her, as Spectrumfire had. She had braved the desert, but for what?

Hello, Spectrumfire meowed, looking softly from the black femme to Mintleaf. Lucky she-cat. What the multicolored tabby wouldn't give to see his own mother again. Fishpelt had died at his conception, unfortunately for him, and he had never known a father. Were you a MarshClan warrior before I was born? He asked, curious. Obviously, she must have been, to have been Mintleaf's mother.

Shadow was not looking forward to seeing his mother, however; Squirrelpelt had been tempestuous, cruel and demanding, and not much of a mother at all. He felt little warmth at the two she-cats' reunion, but he did smile at the newcomer. Yes, Shadow I am. Who are you?

[.* Hidden *.]

"I'm Hiddenstream, and yes, I used to be a MarshClan warrior," the small black cat instinctively dipped her head respectfully at Spectrumfire, who had been MireClan's deputy. "Since you're out here, I'm assuming that you all appeared here when you died. I tried to get some other cats to come with me, but no one would even consider leaving the Broken Forest for this awful place." It sounded strange calling it the Broken Forest instead of StarClan's territory or Silverpelt. "I know the name isn't particularly appealing, but it really is much better than this. There's prey there," she added.

"Anywhere's better than here," Mintleaf said dreamily, still basking in the happiness of being reunited with her mother. "As far as territories go, it doesn't get much worse than this, does it?"

Hiddenstream smiled at her kit. She felt bad that she had left her to have such a horrible life, and that she had so little influence in her daughter's life. At least she doesn't seem mad at me, she thought. Not that it's actually my fault. Death is inevitable, and I'd already had a longer life than most cats.

"Shall we go, then? You're much more likely to find cats you're looking for in the forest than here."

[vena sera !]

Spectrumfire's ears perked up. Maybe Violetlight is there! And Minnowpool, and Fishpelt... a whole lot of cats, I'm guessing. Morninglight and Hauntedstar, too! And cats I've never met! He sat up, light returning to his lean emerald eyes. Suddenly, eternity didn't seem so bad. It was sort of like a new beginning, but better -- everyone had mistakes, most worse than yours.

Yeah, Spectrumfire meowed, stepping forward and nodding. I'm all for it!

Shadow was not thrilled like Spectrumfire seemed to be. He swallowed and asked a little desperately, Wait, if cats who didn't deserve it wound up here, then maybe it works the other way, too...? Unfortunately, the only cat he knew who was 'pure' enough to go into the Broken Forest naturally was his mate's mother, Foxfrost, some healer for a Clan. And he only met her once. She had been old then; she was for sure dead now. The rest of his friends and family had been Faithful Shadows... who were a little less pure than the cats Spectrumfire, Mintleaf and Hiddenstream were associated with.

[.* Hidden *.]

Hiddenstream smiled at Spectrumfire's enthusiasm, then nodded at Shadow. "Yes, unfortunately the forest that was once reserved for StarClan cats is now open to all cats, whether they deserve to go there or not." She considered saying something cheesy about how what really counts is on the inside, but decided against it. "I'm sure you'll find someone you know there. Well, maybe I'm not completely sure. No one keeps track of who's where anymore, and it took me awhile to get this deep into the desert."

((Fail. Let's wrap this thread up, shall we?))

[vena sera !]

((Yeah...))

Shadow nodded, not really showing much emotion at that. Oh well, I suppose we'll see if I see someone I'd rather not see there. Anything's better than this, I should think. Even those of us who are lonely by nature don't want to be completely alone, all of the time. At least... I don't. I still need the ones I love. Which happened to be a total number of two. Shroud and Demon. And that was two different kinds of love. He would say he loved his kits, but he wasn't sure if he really did. He had tried to care for them, but they made it hard, and he wasn't the fathering type.

Spectrumfire shrugged. Let's go, then.

Both to: Broken Forest

[.* Hidden *.]

((Are we actually going to continue RPing this? Because I'm bored. xP))

Both to: Broken Forest

[vena sera !]

((If you don't want to, then we won't. I mean, Shadow can't see Shroud anyways because Jade isn't here. And Shallowstorm[his dad] was played by Dove, so... and Spectrumfire is just boring.))