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Post by Basil on Mar 24, 2013 21:02:34 GMT -5
F r o s t
The tiny, slightly trembling figure made her way acround the rotting ... whatever it was. There was a pungeant smell, but she couldn't even remember her first and most likely only taste of fresh air, and this rotting smell was typical for her. Anything else would've been considered a miracle.
Frost had found herself tired of her family - at least most of it, anyways. Raindance, Sleet, Thunder, Peak ... the only one she didn't feel like she hated was Hail, her savior. But four against one? It was a safe argument, and she wanted to escape them all right now. |
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Post by Trick on Mar 24, 2013 21:49:39 GMT -5
"Frost!? Frooooooooooost!"
Hail hollered, perhaps slightly louder than required. The kit was only such, and yet already had a burden upon his shoulders, although he could never view it in that way. Perhaps he was too young to be taking this responsibility, but the thought of protesting had never crossed his mind, it just didn't seem an option to him. Currently, the snowy tom was searching for his sister, who at the current time was out of his sight, which meant he was worrying. It seemed that whenever his little sister wasn't within touching distance, he was worrying for her. If he was truthful with himself, the little kit found it exhausting to be feeling such strong emotions for such a large part of the day.
He simply couldn't help caring for his sweet little sister though. If he were older, he'd take her far from here and he was still young enough to believe the clans he had heard about would be a paradise for them. The blizzard-pelted tom shoved an empty two-leg can out of his path as he continued, when finally the familiar small body came into view. "Frost!" He exclaimed in pleasured delight, laughter pealing out of his mouth as Hail hurried forward toward the she-cat. "What are you doing out here? It's dangerous!"
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Post by Basil on Mar 24, 2013 21:57:52 GMT -5
F r o s t
She couldn't help but glare up defiantly at her brother. It was rather ridiculous - she was older than Hail, and yet she still had to look up to meet his eye, and he was telling her how it was dangerous out here. It stinks in there.
Frost gestured towards the abandoned two-leg den, wrinkling her nose at the sight of it. The whole thing was practically in ruins, most of the roof fallen off, and there were many different holes in the rest of it. Whenver she was in it, she felt like the whole thing would simply fall in, and kill them all.
Finding it hard to look at their mess of a home, she turned back towards her brother. I like it better out here. |
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Post by Trick on Mar 24, 2013 22:10:40 GMT -5
Hail sighed in exasperation, ears flattening as the breath rushed out of his lungs. He recognised the defiant glitter to Frost’s eyes, had seen it before on numerous occasions. He wouldn’t be able to take her back inside now, once Frost was determined to do something, he couldn’t move her no matter that he tried. Groaning slightly, though he was far exaggerating how unhappy he was, the tom moved to sit beside his sister. ”I like it better out here too. But what if father sees you? You know how he doesn’t like…” Doesn’t like you, doesn’t like seeing you, doesn’t like acknowledging you exist. He listed silently in his mind, though he was sure Frost would understand anyway, his big sister was sharp like that.
Turning his head slightly to watch her with matching blue eyes, the speckled tom cocked his head in young curiosity. His sister always intrigued him, she was older, if only by a few minutes, but it still made her seem so much wiser. Frost seemed to know a lot more than he did, and to a kit that pretty much translated to her knowing everything. If their roles had been reversed, would Frost be the one taking care of him? ”What are you thinking about.”
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Post by Basil on Mar 24, 2013 22:24:35 GMT -5
I don't care if Father sees me. If he doesn't like me, then that's his problem. She knew that she would never dare to say such words to her father's face, but it felt good to say it at all, to her brother. Her sole dream was to escape the imprisonment of her father's anger and dislike, but for now, she depended on him.
Frost glanced over at her brother for just a second, barely enough time to notice that he was watching her. Seconds later, she heard a question from. What are you thinking about? She thought over it a bit, then shrugged. The two-leg den, I suppose. How it looks like it's ready to kill us all.
She set a wry smile on her face, and couldn't keep her from once again staring at her home, the one thing she loathed more than her father. |
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Post by Trick on Mar 24, 2013 22:42:14 GMT -5
Hail worried his paws dubiously but didn't contradict his sister. He wasn't sure if she meant her words or if it was all bravado, either way she sounded brave to him. Chuckling at her response to his statement, the tom dawdled a for a moment whether she was being sarcastic or not, then pushed the thought aside. Their living arrangements were not ideal, but they could be worse.
Unlike his sister, Hail didn't mind the Vultures so much, in fact he felt he could have belonged here if he tried. It was Frost that kept him apart, and he didn't mind that at all. It was because of Frost that Hail didn't belong here, and why he wanted to leave though he had no quarrel with the place himself. "What do you think it's like out there, Frost? Past the two-leg den? Do you think it's big?"
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Post by Basil on Mar 24, 2013 22:52:54 GMT -5
The young she-cat tore her gaze away from the ruined place, and instead gazed at the land before her. I think the world is endless if you want it to be. She left the statement drifting in the air, as her pale blue eyes continued staring off into the distance.
Frost, of course, wanted nothing more than to run off right now, and explore the rest of the world. Past these vile cats she so desperately wanted to fit in to. Past her father, her mother, her youngest two brothers, the Vultures. Though she had no idea what would happen with Hail.
She knew her brother could easily be passed by as a Vulture, and there would be no mistake about it if he didn't need to care for her older sister, to protect her from her own family ... She hated knowing that she put such a weight on him, and wished that she could fend for herself, that she could fit in with her family.
But that was the thing. She couldn't, and only Hail could make it okay. |
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Post by Trick on Mar 24, 2013 23:00:39 GMT -5
There was some small shift in the mood then. Hail was too young to be able to name it, but he felt it rush along his fur nonetheless. Perhaps it was the wistfulness in his sister’s voice, she almost sounded sad. The tom knew that she didn’t really fit in here, but did she hate it that much? He had never really considered whether Frost was afraid to be here or not. Protecting her was just a base instinct, something he did before she had even asked it off him. He didn’t really know what exactly had spurned this negative emotions towards her, but if it had been him his family had rejected he’d be sad, and scared. Frost never seemed scared. She didn’t even seem to care all that much, but Hail didn’t mind.
Leaping to his paws, which were still much too large for his small body, the tom waggled his haunches and whipped his tail back and forth in an overly comical gesture for play. He was always careful when playing with his sister, though no less fun than going at it with his brothers, Frost was more delicate and he couldn’t be as rough with her. Still, she was more than capable of sticking up for herself, Hail had been pinned enough times to know. Did clan kits play-fight like this? Hail didn’t know. ”Come on Frost! I bet you can’t beat me today!” He wasn’t truly in the mood for rough playing, he was just trying to get rid of the sad expression he had seen in his sister’s face. Like she had lost something that she had never truly had to begin with.
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Post by Basil on Mar 24, 2013 23:05:33 GMT -5
A small grin alighted her face as Hail challenged her. The words certainly broke the thoughts of leaving for a Clan, but she was glad for it. She would leave all stressful thinking to when she was older. Right now they were still kits, and she was going to enjoy it while she still could.
I bet I can! She returned, getting up to her paws. Behind her, her ringed tail moved back and forth playfully, as if it had a mind of it's own. Frost's icy blue eyes glinted slightly as she lunged forward for a moment, just as an effect to startle her opponent, not an actual attack. |
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Post by madilinda on Mar 28, 2013 14:02:08 GMT -5
Raindance had become worried since Frost and Hail had not come back yet so she had decided to go get them. Call her a softie for worrying about her kits but she didn't care. She spotted Frost and Hail racing near the abandon Twoleg den and slowed down. Relieved that they were she slowed down from a run to a walk. Peak was the first to notice that frost was gone but did nothing about it. When Raindance had found she asked him why he didn't tell her and Peak just said that she didn't bother to asked. Sighing, she came over.
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