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Post by xxx sorrow on Jan 15, 2008 18:59:28 GMT -5
kharma Earthen physique moved with a pliant gait. Vivid rays that were summoned from the Moon that hovered ever so moderatly in the ever changing sky filtered through the overlapping branches. The rhythmic beat of paws upon the soil mingled with the quiver of the crickets, and the sound of the stream meekly moving. The serene coppice was equivlent to a sanctum, it provided the calm sense of secuirty for those in need of such. Every now and then a bird would take flight and rustle the leaves. The occasional breeze picked up to disturb to branches, that were once so still now reached out to grab any who got near. Viridian blades seemed to dance in tune with the wind, reaching up several inches and providing a hiding place for the small and defenseless. The tree's came to thin, fewer and fewer until only a few lay scattered upon an open field. The rays, once so infrequent were now free to cape the roaming feline in a silver layer as the disturbance moved away from the many trees. The quiet splashing caused as paws met water was a change from paws to earth. Ripples formed across the stream and only several steps were required before once again, the creature stepped upon earth once more.
Auburn eyes surveyed the skies, sure enough a bird now flew steadily over the land. Oh how she wished she could fly away, leave all those problems behind and be carefree once more, no broken heart, no betrayal. One could only take so much deception before giving way to insanity, she was a victim of such. In truth, she commited many wrongs in her life, and yet was out to fix them. You only had one life and it was to be lived like every day was your last. No, this feline would not resort to begging and pleading, such was not her style. But peace could be made and new beginnings started, she was willing to do such. Hopes of a life where her pain would be stolen away, and eased by one who truly cared and would not leave her in time of need. This creature was broken, though the worst was over now her broken heart needed mending. Young in years and yet so independant. Her young dreams of still finding 'the one' who would fulfill her hopes, dreams and plans. She too had once been like any other, peppy and delightful, but through her hardships that she faced alone she had grown away from all, she had no one. They had all tossed her aside, she had been unwanted by all three that laid a claim on her heart.
Karma was a used toy, thrown aside once finished with. Many could question her reasons for lingering, why not move on and forget the past, simply because such was all she knew. It had never been a walk in the park for her, she built her own path. Only her image had escaped the spells of aging. Even now she walked off the beaten path, the one followed by so many who lead their lives the same, every day, all the same. Roamer, wanderer, nomad, or vagabond, such were the words to describe her, she hadn't been able to settle down, she was still searching. Perhaps one day she would find 'him' and all would be well, for until then she was completely and utterly alone. Yet, she held no issue with such, she was well used to being overlooked. None the less, she knew there had to be some other way to live besides this, many others were happy and yet why wasnt she? What set Karma apart from the rest?
shot through the heart, and your to blame
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Post by Falcon on Jan 15, 2008 19:05:54 GMT -5
Under the cloak of darkness, sat one lonely cat, forgotten by all. She sat there, not knowing what was to be done. Pushed into the darkness by a ruthless, heartless cat, she had no need to speak. No need to be a part of anything. No cat knew she was here, yet one cat caught her interest. The little spy turned her head as she smelled Karma. The lithe cat, still travelling in the shadows, stepped up with light paws to the other cat's side. 'Hello.' Was all she would say. Brownleaf shook her head as she shook the thoughts of dread and despair from her mind. [/center]
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Post by xxx sorrow on Jan 15, 2008 19:14:36 GMT -5
kharma Oooh, and here comes a little clan kittie, how sweet!
Such was the voice of Lesii, the foreign voice that penetrated the thoughts of Karma. Now, Lesii was no real companion, such was the creation of this creatures mind. Though many might call her insane, she prefered to think of herself as different, she had personality.
Many personalities would clash, just like it was to be assumed that darks could never get along with lights and vice versa. What caused such a rift? It was almost like sterotypes. It would almost be an insult to suggest all mingle, it was not such a way and perhaps never would be. Sort of like having your preps, the snobby pretty ones who thought themselves above the rest, popular as they may be, they amounted to nothing in the end, not to her. Of course ypou cant forget the jocks, excellent in the sports and alays going for the shallow preps. Taking in awards for just about anything sports related and praised for their 'abilities', which would be? Kicking a ball into a net? Cant forget those labelled the geeks and nerds, so smart with their straight A's and technology, always the teachers favourite. Then we come upon those called the punks, the rebellious ones who were set aside form all others, misunderstood and yet accomplished in their own way, she might be considered one of them. She danced to her own beat, she was her own mind.
The blink of one auburn eye and all washed away, the emotion drained from the facade placed upon this creature. This soul was one quite unlike any other. Through the hardships of heartbreak, letdowns and death she had been alone. None had been there to ease the pain or release her from her nightmares. Oh how she had longed for someone to sweep her off her feet, take away all the hurt deep within and love her for who she really was. Karma was no complicated soul, she wished only for the simple things in life. No, the title of even leader was not a desire, they were only labels, and labels belonged on soup cans. All her hopes were set on finding atleast one, who would always be there, not judge her for her actions and choices. She had her own mind, she could speak, think and act for herself, she only need some support along the way, something her life had truly lacked. Maybe today was not the day, possibly not even tomorrow, yet there had to be someone out there, who could show her the compassion and caring she dreamed of.
The pain, once so overwhelming now throbbed deep within as an ache, for all the could haves, should haves, and would haves. They were wrong if they thought this creature would be just like them. How could so many reopen old wounds. The affect of these actions had been like a knife through her heart. What might have been a wonderful few years had turned to be full of betrayal and heartbreak. Yes, this creature could be mean, she could be angry, and yet her soft nature ran deep, to an extent. Yes, she was broken and lonesome, but such was the story of her life, and no change there, she hadnt expected such in the least. No doubt, there must have been a reason for such happening. Karma was a strong believer in fate, that everything happened for a reason. Though no one ever said life was fair, no one said it could be this hard either. But no one was there to pick up the peices of her shattered life, no one but Karma herself. She had been alone all along. Where had any of the past companions been when she needed someone the most? Off attempting to woo yet another female when one they had was suffering. Did they want the satisfaction of her loss?
Outcast. A word she was so used to by now, one event after another and she would have to move along. Pick up the peices of her broken heart and keep going, why? So many times she could have ended it all, and yet what force of nature had stopped her, fate? Was suicide, in any way, shape, or form, really the answer to her problems? Most certainly not. All it was, in all, was an excuse. A way to run from the problems plauging the mind of so many. Yet the word, outcast, she hated it. What was the point, did she really deserve this? In what right did they have to cast her out? Then again, her former home had never been considered home, no where ever had. No, the inhabitants had never told her to elave, but it seemed such ways. She was a misfit, she didnt belong and never had, maybe they had never cats her out like all others, but she had gotten an unwanted feeling, she left, outcast again.
Oh Lesii, mind your manners. This clan cat isn't worth it.
shot through the heart, and your to blame
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Post by Falcon on Jan 16, 2008 17:54:49 GMT -5
The clan cat pricked her ears at the sound of the outcast's voice. Such was heard to be thought of addressed as Lesii. 'Je suis pas 'Lesii, Je suis Brownleaf.' Confusion in the one, such as that of one wondering what to be done as a kit. She cocked her head to the side, trying to understand this feline. The brown cat knew little of her surroundings as she had just woken up from a haze. The screaming, the blood, the horrific sights of one single clan bent on destruction. The purpose was unclear to this lost warrior, one who just wanted to go home. The French one looked about her and wondered about her past. This accent she had, or so the other cats told her she had, did not come from the forest. Confusion overwhelmed the warrior.
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Post by xxx sorrow on Jan 21, 2008 20:10:01 GMT -5
kharma Those of the female gender were so fragile when it came to emotions, if anything it was amusing. Her reactions were interesting though she had seen many with far more fiery personalities, she just seemed confused. Her interpretation sunk into my mind for several moments. Several responses came to mind right off the bat, and yet which to reply with was the question. I took my time, I had no limits to how long I could spend here. Time, it was such a waste, there was no harm in sometimes being a little late. Yet, were any of my responses appropriate, would they show my true self? Most likely not. Unlucky as she may be, the only recent unlucky event to befall me must have been her arrival. Once again, I kept my thoughts to myself as I remained islent for a moment longer. There were many things I could say, some nice, some not so nice. As if I really cared how I made her feel, I cared for few, and she didnt happen to be one of them.
Oh how CUTE, shes confused!
But I could wonder about everything for the rest of my d**ned life and what good would it do? My thoughts didn't reflect those of many others which, in such cases, mattered not. My companions confusion had settled though it was entirely possible to ignore this cat, oh how immature of me. No it was much better to face these kinds of things, and I could be rational, if the occasion called for it. Then there was the ones of the male gender, those being the ones I wasn't quite so fond of. Most of their ambitions, or so it seemed was to up their ego. Such actions disgusted me if anything, such corrupted goals in life. I approved of very few feline, and even fewer of the opposite gender, no I wasn't biased, but most were idiots off the bat and continued to be as time wore on, which was why I had never really been attached, there was no point in such things.
I knew not of her words, and why should I care? She meant little to me, just as little as I meant to her with the possibility of even less. But that was just how I saw it, none the less, I thought high of my opinions, not that they mattered anyways. My voice was not important to any part of society, not that I cared. The whole 'think before you speak' thing didnt apply to myself, for I was so open minded I spoke exactly what I thought regardless, or most of the time anyways. Who was to stop me? No one, I had my own mind and could therefore say what I liked, when I chose to, simple as that. Though, it was pigheaded of me to think so highly of myself, I didnt really care at this point in life, I would do what I wanted, because I could. No matter, I was free to do as I pleased, none could control my actions, and none ever would, I was no robot to push around and act as a slave, serving the every request of my master. This just went to prove how carefree I was, little mattered to me, none had laid a claim on my heart, and such it seemed like no one ever would, there were so few out there that measured up to my standards, and they were set high, I did, after all, deserve atleast one who wasnt a complete moron.
Is that so? [/blockquote] shot through the heart, and your to blame
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Post by Falcon on Feb 16, 2008 14:31:56 GMT -5
The cat looked around, then thought better of answering this delusional cat. She waved her tail as she left the cat. It seemed as though she were talking to herself. Brownleaf thought about it, then dismissed it. She left the area to go see if there was any food around.
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