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Post by .* Hidden *. on Apr 25, 2009 1:47:04 GMT -5
((Song is "Into the Night" by Santana.))
Like a gift from the heavens
It was easy to tell
It was love from above that could save me from hell
She had fire in her soul
The first few rays of morning sunlight found their way into Vastflame's den, dappling the soft mossy floor and leaving shafts of golden light in their wake. A snowy white she-cat was curled up next to a ginger-colored tom; both were sleeping soundly. The sun crept along the horizon until one of the beams of light fell on the she-cat's face. She stirred and slowly opened her eyes, revealing two icy blue orbs. They looked over to her companion, admiring the den's irregular lighting on his flawless pelt. Her eyes then rested on the tom's face. She knew that behind his closed lids was a set of gorgeous eyes; just the memory of what they looked like was enough to melt her heart.
It was easy to see
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands
Ivoryfeather took a deep breath of the morning air and found that instead of being crisp, as it usually was when she first awoke, it was heavy with a warm, milky scent that seemed to be as much a part of her as her surroundings. The memory of the night before brought a smile to her maw. It had been amazing; even better than she had imagined. Not that she had ever spent much time imagining what it was like. There really was no point in wondering about something she couldn't have.
And we sang a-oh-a-oh-a-oh-a
And the voices rang like the angles sang
singing a-oh-a-oh-a-oh-a
And we danced on into the night
Ah, but she'd just had it, hadn't she? She had flat out broken the Warrior Code, but for once she couldn't find the will power to make herself feel guilty. It was horrible to keep such a wonderful experience from someone. At that moment the idea of medicine cats not being able to have mates seemed almost criminal to her. They hadn't hurt anything, had they? Vastflame could go on leading the Clan as usual, and she, Ivoryfeather, could continue to be the best medicine cat she could. What was wrong with enjoying life to its fullest extent? It wasn't as if Clan life didn't already have enough hardship in it. Why add more?
Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place
You could tell how we felt from the look on our faces
We was spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes
No room left to move in between you and I
We forgot where we were and we lost track of time
And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night
Still smiling, the she-cat pressed her head into the small space between Vastflame's head and the paws it rested on. Purring contentedly, she muttered, "Rise and shine." Ivoryfeather then lifted her head and looked at her... Leader? Friend? Did this make them mates? They obviously couldn't be official mates. Even if their own Clan eventually accepted it, the other Clans certainly wouldn't, and it would make StreamClan lose status. All because of some stupid old-fashioned rule, she thought bitterly. Never before had she realized the extreme illogicality of some of the rules laid out in the Warrior Code. Several of them had already been broken by various Clans. Maybe it's better that way, she mused.
And we sang a-oh-a-oh-a-oh-a
And the voices rang like the angels sing
Singing a-oh-a-oh-a-oh-a
And we danced on into the night
But the mood from the night before persisted, and Ivoryfeather found that she couldn't dwell on her rebellion against the Warrior Code for long. It was strange; normally she had no trouble focusing on things unless she happened to come across a herb that distracted her. No dumb herbs here, she thought happily. Her power, gift, curse, or whatever you wanted to call it wouldn't be bothering her that day. At that moment in time there was only one thing she wanted to focus on.
Like a gift from the heavens
It was easy to tell
It was love from above that could save me from hell
She had fire in her soul
[/center][/blockquote] Her tail ran along Vastflame's flank and she grinned recklessly. It was over and done with. They had already gone as far from acceptable as it was possible to go. What did it matter what they did next? It was easy to see
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands
And we sang a-oh-a-oh-a-oh-a
And the voices rang like the angels sing
Singing a-oh-a-oh-a-oh-a
And we danced on into the night
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Post by J A D E phobia(: on Apr 29, 2009 21:43:40 GMT -5
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the first weak rays of morning light spilled across the moss-strewn ground. it crept over the figures of two peaceful, still forms. it lightened the backdrop of stone wall against the glowing outlines that danced on strands of fur that stuck in artless clumps. pelts, white as snow and russet as the sunset, t covered lithe, careworn forms that rose and fell with whispery breaths. as the dawn's gleam brightened the small cave, outlines of pointed ears and winding tails roughly intertwined was brought into view. the first figure to stir was the smaller, slighter one with thicker ivory fur. gradually, it unfurled, like a newborn plant at new-leaf. she stretched out and opened beautiful blue orbs.
vastflame could hear ivoryfeather stirring. he pictured the beautiful white she-cat stretching each delicate limb, blue eyes aglow. he felt a wonderful tingle down his spine when he felt her sweet breath brushing across his ear as she spoke. rise and shine, she purred. vastflame's mind wondered back to the night before. a bolt of fire seared him as she remembered the events. yet, he did not twitch a muscle.
his heart throbbed to a startled beat as it dawned on him. he had broken the warrior code for his own selfish desires. sure, a leader was allowed a mate and vastflame was young and handsome, but the crimson tom had taken a forbidden queen. he was in love with the medicine cat of streamclan, ivoryfeather. not only was he in love, he had committed the act that medicine cats were forbade of. and not only that, he had enjoyed it. vastflame felt his ears burn with shame, but he couldn't help his heart burst with joy once again as she ran her beautiful, plumy tail down his side.
opening his jaws in a gaping yawn, he blinked open one light blue eyes. good morning, ivoryfeather. vastflame stretched out his forelimbs, extending them to gently touch her side with unsheathed paws. as he did, he looked up into her beautiful, navy eyes shamelessly. they both knew what they had done. nothing could change that now. they were official, yet unofficial mates.
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Post by .* Hidden *. on Apr 29, 2009 22:24:34 GMT -5
A shiver tingled down Ivoryfeather's spine as Vastflame's claws brushing against her fur brought back memories of the night before. She gave him an exhilarated look that she thought communicated her thoughts clearly enough that she didn't have to voice them. That... was... amazing! The medicine cat was still slightly shocked by the experience. She hadn't realized what she would be missing out on when she had agreed to become StreamClan's medicine cat.
The she-cat breathed in deeply, basking in the milk-laden air's scent. For the first time she also picked up a faint smell of blood. That's strange... she thought, then realized where it had come from and blushed. The milky scent suddenly became more defined, overpowering the other smell. That is strange though, she thought. Usually smells stay fairly constant. Oh well. At least it was a pleasant smell.
"Hmmm..." she made a satisfied sound. "Good morning," she added after a pause, smiling sleepily at her mate. Once again she found herself transfixed by his ocean blue eyes. She wondered if that was the reason she was attracted to him. Would she still love him as much as she did then if he had different eyes? The she-cat paused to consider that possibility, and decided that perhaps initially she had been drawn in by his eyes, but now she wouldn't trade him for anyone in the world regardless of what he looked like.
Purring again, she twined her tail around his. This was one of the few places where they could be openly affectionate with each other, where they didn't have to hide their love. Indeed, this was where their love had been made and sealed.
The milky scent sprang up again, but that time it had a slight sense of urgency. It always seemed to intensify when she thought about the night before. As though on cue, the smell became more pronounced just then. Ivoryfeather frowned. Could it mean something? But what could have been causing it? She doubted it was StarClan. Maybe her power then? No, information about injuries and herbs usually just came naturally to her; there was never anything cryptic about it. "Does it smell like milk in here to you?" she asked Vastflame, realizing that he hadn't acted as though he could smell anything out of the ordinary.
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Post by J A D E phobia(: on May 4, 2009 17:25:30 GMT -5
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vastflame let out an amused purr as ivoryfeather shot him a look of pure wonder. he batted his paws at her once again playfully. he knew that it had been ivoryfeather's first time. however, it had been his as well. ivoryfeather had not been expecting it however. he sighed, scenting the air and pricking his ears for any sound or scent of movement in the camp. the warm, welcoming, familiar smell of milk. he blinked. that was unusual.
shaking his head, he barely heard ivoryfeather's words. uh, yeah, i smell it too. he replied distractedly. why would it smell like milk? vastfame squinted running through the list of clanmembers. they didn't have any queens in streamclan at the moment.
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Post by .* Hidden *. on May 5, 2009 17:17:40 GMT -5
((The milk smell was all in her head, but w/e.))
Still frowning slightly, the she-cat paused to consider. My power should be telling me where the milk smell is coming from by now, she thought, closing her eyes briefly to see if anything came to her. Sure enough, the image of a white she-cat appeared before her. But that couldn't have been right. Is that me? she asked herself, and nearly heard the answer. "Duh."
Opening her eyes again, she looked at Vastflame quizzically. The milky scent was coming from her. But what did it mean? After a couple of moments of not being able to put two and two together, Ivoryfeather's stomach growled softly. She hadn't realized how hungry she was; the scent was soon forgotten. "Let's get something to eat," she said, slightly embarrassed, then quickly turned toward the entrance. "You wait here, I'll go get something. I don't think it would look very good if the leader and medicine cat came out at the same time in the early morning."
Without waiting for a response, the she-cat trotted out of her mate's den. She paused to glance around. No one was there--that was good, since it would save the trouble of having to invent an ailment for Vastflame which would explain why she had been in there. The fresh-kill pile was heaping. I love Newleaf, she thought as she grabbed two mice and padded back to Vastflame's den.
Ivoryfeather dropped one of the mice in front of Vastflame, then settled down next to him to eat hers. Taking a bite, she realized that, even through the mouse, she was able to smell milk. That's not right, she thought, starting to get irritated and beginning to realize that the scent was mostly in her head. It couldn't have be something to worry about, could it? What's the worst that could happen? she challenged herself, then winced; she always felt more sane when she didn't have mental conversations with--
"Oh!" she gasped out loud as her vision filled with a heavily pregnant she-cat shrieking in pain. Something had gone wrong. Ivoryfeather watched, horror-struck, as she writhed for what seemed like an eternity before finally shuddering and lying still, her glassy blue eyes staring into nothingness. Ivoryfeather realized with a jolt that the now-dead queen was her. Terrified, she shrieked and stumbled backwards, jerking herself back into reality, where she stood a few paces behind where she had settled herself.
Still feeling panicky, she struggled to steady her breathing. That wasn't going to happen to her; that was just the worst-case scenario. It wasn't going to happen. And now she knew what the milky scent meant. Pregnant, she thought, staring straight ahead dully. One time. Just once, and this happens. She groaned. How could she have been so stupid?
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Post by J A D E phobia(: on May 16, 2009 9:57:16 GMT -5
vastflame nodded, intent on watching ivoryfeather's white fur swaying in the breeze. it was definitely not a good idea to have them both come out at the same time. he sniffed the air again. the milk smell had faded. he watched as ivoryfeather was her was gracefully across the clearing to the fresh-kill pile. the ginger tom smiled peacefully as she daintily picked out two mice. the green leaves tumbled in the light breeze, pushing dancing patches of sunlight of her silken white coat and illuminated it in random splotches. ivoryfeather turned her head slightly before making her way back to the den.
vastflame jumped up defensively when the medicine cat, his mate, cried out. what is it? he said, back bristling slightly in worry for ivoryfeather.
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Post by .* Hidden *. on May 16, 2009 20:40:03 GMT -5
Ivoryfeather blinked, jolting back into reality. "Nothing, I'm fine," she answered automatically. I'm not allowed to have kits, she thought desperately. An herb sprang to mine, one that would kill her kits. Kill my kits?! Just the thought was horrible. She felt an unexpected surge of protectiveness for her unborn kits. I can't get rid of them, she thought, And I can't have them. But there was really no debate. I'm keeping them, she thought. Vastflame needs to know... He's just as responsible for this as I am, and I doubt I could pull it off without his help.
"Well, except," she looked into her mate's eyes, feeling a strange mixture of joy and anxiety, "I'm... I'm going to have kits." She looked at the tom nervously, trying to gauge his reaction.
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