Post by cricketstar on Dec 29, 2017 20:56:34 GMT -6
c r i c k e t s t a r
Love.
Love, lust, there was a big difference between the two. Either find out the easy way, or find out the hard, both paths would lead to trouble. This love theory was a big lie, a lie to make others feel important, feel like they are better than everyone else, better than anything. Love was a pointless story elders told their kits, and it was spreading from cat to cat and over and over again like a river that only goes in circles. But it didn't reach very far, it'd be interrupted by a stone, a big boulder in the middle of its path. That stone was Cricketstar, one who had too much experience with love, too much experience with a fake something that didn't even exist in the real world. She had her mind out of the clouds, out of the thought that there was still hope for her, that something good was going to occur; that was a lie too. Her apprentice years were over, her love years were gone... and dead. Clawed bit to bit, piece after piece until everything was ruined, gone, black and white. A blurry screen, a canvas that was soggy and painted on and that had too many mistakes made on it that it was thrown away. It felt numb, like she couldn't trust anything anyone would ever tell her anymore.
The sun shone brightly up in the sky, casting its so-called wonderful rays upon the camp that belonged to BuzzardClan. Its light was reflected off the sharp, glinting claws that belonged to scrawny paws. Those scrawny paws were nothing to mistake for small, for they belonged to something bigger, better and much more intimidating than you would think. Most cats would mistake this molly for an apprentice that was overgrown, any that thought this were spoken to, harshly and strictly. Her experience in reality left her scarred, a tiger that if you poke for too long would strike out at any second.
The claws that belonged to this she-cat had ended many lives before, and it had all started with a small mistake made when she still had her youth. How she was leader? No one knew, StarClan had something planned for this dangerous she-cat, but until then she would rule over and, conquer all.
But for now, getting revenge on the others was going to have to wait if she wanted to have the trust of the other leaders to keep her high status. Any mess ups, screw ups, anything, could demote her back down to her normal warrior status. She had to plan things out, and to even take a second to think she had to make her way out of the safety of her camp and into the peaceful serenity of the moors. The open spaces that resided there always comforted her, and for some reason made her feel, nice. Cricketstar shook her head clear of thoughts, twisting her body a little bit before extending her forelimbs before her and making her way to stand up. From the height she had, it was a surprise she never hit her head when she stood up fully, she was quite tall; which wasn't a surprise, most BuzzardClan cats were pretty high up when it came to height since they require long legs to run quickly. With that, her tail waved viciously behind her as she leaped down from the Tallrock with grace, landing with practiced ease and a glance around the shadowy clearing. Silently, she had a clear path out of camp, and with a small nod to the cat guarding the camp entrance, she finally began her little walk out of camp. The views of the moor were wonderful, with PineClan beside them she could see into the shadows of their disgusting forest, it looked so crowded in there. The same went for LilyClan, just so many trees how could you feel at home there? PumpkinClan was a different story though, they had rivers. It wasn't like she didn't like getting wet, since it rained every now and then, but it was despised territory because her parents resided in that retched place. Their leader, Sunstar, was no better. All lovey-dovey, nicey-nice, it was absolutely horrifying how a cat who was born and raised to fight for their life was able to be so nice. Ugh. Though in her quest to take over all the territories and unite the clans into one, she could use the help of her dear comrade, even if it meant going to certain... measures.
Her paws changed paths, making her way to where the gorge between the two clans met and connected. It was tricky with some of the snow covering up the edge of the gorge, and it was easy for an idiotic cat to slip and fall right into the paws of the gorge. Nonetheless, she was smart enough to know to watch her step.
Love.
Love, lust, there was a big difference between the two. Either find out the easy way, or find out the hard, both paths would lead to trouble. This love theory was a big lie, a lie to make others feel important, feel like they are better than everyone else, better than anything. Love was a pointless story elders told their kits, and it was spreading from cat to cat and over and over again like a river that only goes in circles. But it didn't reach very far, it'd be interrupted by a stone, a big boulder in the middle of its path. That stone was Cricketstar, one who had too much experience with love, too much experience with a fake something that didn't even exist in the real world. She had her mind out of the clouds, out of the thought that there was still hope for her, that something good was going to occur; that was a lie too. Her apprentice years were over, her love years were gone... and dead. Clawed bit to bit, piece after piece until everything was ruined, gone, black and white. A blurry screen, a canvas that was soggy and painted on and that had too many mistakes made on it that it was thrown away. It felt numb, like she couldn't trust anything anyone would ever tell her anymore.
The sun shone brightly up in the sky, casting its so-called wonderful rays upon the camp that belonged to BuzzardClan. Its light was reflected off the sharp, glinting claws that belonged to scrawny paws. Those scrawny paws were nothing to mistake for small, for they belonged to something bigger, better and much more intimidating than you would think. Most cats would mistake this molly for an apprentice that was overgrown, any that thought this were spoken to, harshly and strictly. Her experience in reality left her scarred, a tiger that if you poke for too long would strike out at any second.
The claws that belonged to this she-cat had ended many lives before, and it had all started with a small mistake made when she still had her youth. How she was leader? No one knew, StarClan had something planned for this dangerous she-cat, but until then she would rule over and, conquer all.
But for now, getting revenge on the others was going to have to wait if she wanted to have the trust of the other leaders to keep her high status. Any mess ups, screw ups, anything, could demote her back down to her normal warrior status. She had to plan things out, and to even take a second to think she had to make her way out of the safety of her camp and into the peaceful serenity of the moors. The open spaces that resided there always comforted her, and for some reason made her feel, nice. Cricketstar shook her head clear of thoughts, twisting her body a little bit before extending her forelimbs before her and making her way to stand up. From the height she had, it was a surprise she never hit her head when she stood up fully, she was quite tall; which wasn't a surprise, most BuzzardClan cats were pretty high up when it came to height since they require long legs to run quickly. With that, her tail waved viciously behind her as she leaped down from the Tallrock with grace, landing with practiced ease and a glance around the shadowy clearing. Silently, she had a clear path out of camp, and with a small nod to the cat guarding the camp entrance, she finally began her little walk out of camp. The views of the moor were wonderful, with PineClan beside them she could see into the shadows of their disgusting forest, it looked so crowded in there. The same went for LilyClan, just so many trees how could you feel at home there? PumpkinClan was a different story though, they had rivers. It wasn't like she didn't like getting wet, since it rained every now and then, but it was despised territory because her parents resided in that retched place. Their leader, Sunstar, was no better. All lovey-dovey, nicey-nice, it was absolutely horrifying how a cat who was born and raised to fight for their life was able to be so nice. Ugh. Though in her quest to take over all the territories and unite the clans into one, she could use the help of her dear comrade, even if it meant going to certain... measures.
Her paws changed paths, making her way to where the gorge between the two clans met and connected. It was tricky with some of the snow covering up the edge of the gorge, and it was easy for an idiotic cat to slip and fall right into the paws of the gorge. Nonetheless, she was smart enough to know to watch her step.