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ebony
Starclan
Dec 29, 2019 20:20:26 GMT
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[attr="class","ebony3"]EBONY
[attr="class","ebony2"] So many moons had passed since she’d seen this landscape. Ebony had traveled very far to escape the vicious leader known as Bonestar. She’d lost everything, her mate and her entire family, by leaving. And she was alone. She’d been alone for nearly twenty-some moons and while at first, she’d been lonely and craved interaction with other cats, she grew to live without it. Coming from a clan where she rarely never had a moment of silence and solitude to swallowing in it for as long as she had, she felt removed from all social aspects. She barely even talked to others if she didn’t have to, resulting in days or weeks going by without any sort of interaction without another living soul speaking to her. Ebony had a lot of conversations with herself, but that wasn’t the same.

Are you sure you should be doing this?” She mused out loud as she slowly made her way toward the familiar loner lands she’d once avoided at all costs as a warrior of GorgeClan. “Bonestar could still be in power, what will you do then?” Clearing her throat, the black feline drew to a halt, eyes scanning the horizon. What even was her plan? She knew nothing of the clans and how they were now - if they even still existed. For all she knew, Bonestar had caused them to fall apart and there was nothing left of any of the clans, let alone her own. “Would you stay? If they were still there? If he was gone?” She asked herself again, voice barely a whisper as she mused out loud. “You could still turn back. They’ll never know if you do. No one even knows your here.” Thinking over her options, the feline looked back the way she’d come, her eyes growing dull at the thought. “But you miss them. You miss being surrounded by others who have your back.” Sighing heavily at the realization, the feline lowered herself to her haunches, staring out at the line of trees in the distance. She barely saw the tree tops, and that meant it was still at least a day’s journey to the clans.

Will they take you back? You left. You were a coward.” Her voice fell into barely a whisper as she mentioned the word coward. “A lot of cats left. A lot of cats ran from the horrors. It wasn’t just me.” She tried to defend her actions to herself, though as always, she didn’t finish the thought. She seemed so different from when she’d been part of the clans. Calm and collected, noble. Now? She was skin and bone, withered. Her mind didn’t seem to be all there, though solitude did that. Maybe it’d return if she had someone more than herself to talk to. Ebony frowned and lowered her gaze to her paws. “Will they take me back? Will they…

[attr="class","ebony4"]498 | @open | bandit

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PEBBLES
SIXTY-EIGHT
FEMALE
HETEROSEXUAL
BANDIT
Firpaw Avatar
Firpaw
Starclan
Dec 31, 2019 3:26:33 GMT
FIRPAW
It was nice here, peaceful even. There was no one around to bother Firpaw, no nosy cats or loud noises to scare him, no angry dogs to hurt him, and so long as he kept his distance, no big clumsy hooves to trample him. It was quiet and pleasant, beyond the cold - or it would be, if not for the voices. No matter what he did, they constantly whined and buzzed in his head, threatening and warning and hissing where there was nothing even there. He had learned long since that no one else could hear them, but he had no idea how to block them out like they did.

In fact, now they only seemed to be getting louder.

Despite himself, and his admitted fear of them from time to time, the young tom still angled his ears toward one of the voices in particular, not the loudest, but the clearest all the same. Female, which was not odd, and real sounding, as they all were. Yet the difference was, it was not hissing threats or warnings, or fading in and out as though it was moving all around him, echoing in his mind or whispering past his ears.

The tom frowned slightly, even as his fur spiked and his muscles tensed. While the words were certainly not what would usually come from the voices, they still must be speaking to him, for clearly they knew his thoughts. Would he return, if Bonestar was really gone? He did miss his sister, and she always had his back. And he had friends in Creekclan, kind of. But would Bonestar ever go? He had been told he had but...No, Bonestar was bad, and Gorgeclan was bad, and everything there was dangerous.

Better not to go. Bad, confusing voice.

Firpaw tried to shake it out of his mind, but to no avail. Not that he expected it to work. Ears twitching, the tom instead ventured toward it. The voice calling him a coward stung a bit, but that was not unusual. Though then it went on as though it was its own entity...the voices never talked about them. Unless it was all "listen to me" when they were trying to warn him about some thing or another in their scary ways. Perhaps this was another cat, then. Or, well, another not-cat. Those not-cats that he could see and no one else could, that really did look and smell like cats, which meant maybe they could scratch like cats too...

Not-cats weren't much better than actual cats.

Yet when his eyes settled on black fur and green eyes staring at black paws, all thoughts of cats and not-cats fled his mind, and his ears snapped back as he prepared to bolt. So thoughts did not really stay long. Oh well. That barn over there had a hole beneath it he could squeeze through and this bigger cat likely could not. If she was a cat, rather than a not-cat. He had yet to decide that. Likely he never would.

"You hear them too?" The question was a little...loud, but Firpaw barely seemed to care. Other than the fact that the second the words tumbled out he all but crab-sidled away, putting a little more distance between them as his eyes darted around for a few more possible places he could hide that she could not reach.


Notes | the spaz that makes Feather look normal

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PEBBLES
16
Male
He/Him
Undecided
Loner
Nyara
ebony Avatar
ebony
Starclan
Jan 5, 2020 20:57:23 GMT
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[attr="class","ebony3"]EBONY
[attr="class","ebony2"] It was unusual to meet others - at least it had been in the land she’d traveled from. But apparently, here that would become a normality. So much so that as she fought her internal war, a smaller fluff of auburn gathered her attention, questioning whether or not she heard them too. The tom was younger than her - something she’d come to expect that many were as of late. In her several years of experience, nearly two being a loner, she’d come to grow comfortable in the knowledge that it was unlikely she’d live past a certain age. Without the protection of her clan, should she run into a fox or a dog or a twoleg on her own, that could very well have been the end of it. And there had been a brief time where Ebony didn’t mind the idea - right after Eagleleap passed. She’d been so destroyed by his loss - something she thought she had moons to prepare for - that she laid down and prepared to die because the idea of living without him was too unbearable.

All the same, the days kept passing and she eventually rose to stand again. Able to pick herself up from the broken mess that she’d become. Clearing her throat, the feline forced herself back into reality, away from her darkening thoughts and back to the red tom that stood before her. Her green eyes locked on him, noting the way he skirted about her and seemed to be completely apprehensive. Making no effort to move closer, Ebony debated simply ignoring him and moving past, but admittedly, while this land was something she’d traversed long ago, she still had a long way until she reached the forests that marked GorgeClan’s territory. She could see them on the horizon, but she’d make no effort to get there faster for fear that her worst fears would come true.

Hear… what?” She asked slowly, turning her gaze once more to him after inspecting the trees on the horizon. “I don’t hear anything.” She added, looking a bit apprehensively toward the tom. Admittedly, she had no clue he was referring to her own monologue, in truth she’d been so lost in thought that she wasn’t even sure if she’d spoken it out loud or thought it. Her mind was so flooded with other thoughts that she could hardly keep her mind on the tom. Still, she was slow as she spoke again, attempting to clear her own mind and hoping to drag the tom’s attention away from whatever he thought he’d heard. “I am Ebony. Who are you?

[attr="class","ebony4"]498 | | bandit

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PEBBLES
SIXTY-EIGHT
FEMALE
HETEROSEXUAL
BANDIT
Firpaw Avatar
Firpaw
Starclan
Jan 5, 2020 22:19:04 GMT
FIRPAW
Confusion? The tom blinked, frown deepening as he eyed her cautiously, voice softening with his own admission. "The voices..." he murmured, words trailing as she went on as though not expecting him to clarify. His ears snapped back and he snarled slightly, though it was not necessarily in anger as his tail flickered anxiously behind him. "Then who were you talking to?" The words snapped out, like before, a little louder than intended, and the tom flinched at his own tone.

Only to forget about it immediately and shrink back at her next question. Who was he? Who was he? The voices rose in his head, demanding him not to tell her, not to risk it. He shrunk back a little, eyes wide, but he was already going to oblige their request before it echoed in his head. "N-no one, doesn't matter!" Weird....he was being weird again. Well, so was she. Clearly she must be lying, she must hear them too, or she wouldn't have been talking when there was no one around, right? Cats just didn't to that! Well, maybe the not-cats, but she might not be a not-cat, which must mean she was like him. Was that possible? He didn't even know what like him meant.

'Don't trust her...' the voices whispered. "I'm not! Why would I?" He hissed back quietly, tail lashing as he took another side step away, fur raising along his spine. 'You shouldn't trust her...' He shook his head, ears twitching as though it could chase the voices off like flies. It didn't. "I won't."

While the voices continued their hissing and warning and taunting and screaming, the tom glued his eyes back to the stranger and danced a few steps around her, effectively sidling himself closer to one of his spotted hiding places without so much as sparing it a glance. "I don't know any 'Ebony's,' why you here anyway?" He demanded, tail twitching again as his gaze flashed around, attempting to spot any sign that the other animals in the area couldn't see her like he could. Unfortunately it was hard to tell beyond other cats, and they could very well be those weird 'only he could see' sort too.

Suspicion rose up in his eyes as he leaned his head a little closer, despite not taking a single step toward the stranger. "Or you're one of those not-cats aren't you. Can they see you?" With his gaze flicking around before he had spotted some rather disinterested looking creatures with huge black splotches, sharp looking feet and fur-tipped tails, and now his muzzle jerked toward him in gesture.


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PEBBLES
16
Male
He/Him
Undecided
Loner
Nyara

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