Watch the Memories Flood..., Post here Maddie!!

[Dawnzzz]

A breeze floated through the trees and braken. Memories were carried along with the wind. A melody rang out in chorus, being sung by the wind that bent around trees and rustled the leaves. Sometimes, a few of the leaves would catch a ride with the breeze, letting themselves be carried by it. In the sandy hollow where apprentices where trained, a tortoiseshell she-cat stood, gazing out. The wind carried through the clearing, stiring dust, leaving behind few stragler leaves. She watched the breeze, as though she could see it. She was watching memories flash by, play in her head, play infront of her as if they were happening right then and there. So much time had passed since then. Some of the memories were here in the very training hollow. But not nearly as many as there should have been. Many were at the Great Sycomore, which resided deep within the territory. Few took place at Sunningrocks, or Owl Tree. There were even some in loner and rogue territory, as well as other clan's territories. Some of these memories brought a joyous smile to the warrior's face. But some also forced tears to well in the corners of her eyes. But as she sat their now, her greatest memory of all was replaying in her head. Her kits. The days soon following the miraculous night they had been born. It was a happy, and sad memory. One that often came to her, whether it be a dream, a thought. She thought about it everyday. It haunted her, and it healed her. It was both a blessing and a curse, that memory. And it flooded her so often, it seemed it was what kept her going, as well as what slowed her down.


OOC// Gah! Okay, so it's longish, but it sucks. Oh well, no muse today. Post here Maddie! \\

[WHATS3RNAM3'//]

Slowly and quietly, a cat, lanky, thin, with greasy fur and bright yellow eyes that just seemed to know and see everything. It was hard to tell exactly what color the fur was due to the darkness of the night around them. It was late; Midnight, maybe one or two in the morning, or maybe a bit after, or a bit before. Somewhere in the early morning, so it seemed to this cat. His expression was one of complection and simplicity at the same time; He wore a scowl across his face, his yellow eyes just a tensy bit narrow, nothing but a line forming along his mouth. Yet, this stare showed much more than unhappiness; All of this was shown through his yellow eyes. It expressed thought. it expressed the past, it expressed the future... So many ideas and theories all shown in one simple stare.

There were few stars and many clouds out on this calm night. Perhaps a storm was coming? Perhaps, perhaps. A good observation for a cat with good eyes. A cat with blinding, yellow eyes that just made you feel so irritated and annoyed to look into, as if he could see and read your every thought and process it in his mind while still thinking about everything in his own life and mind. Those eyes, those eyes that you can never forget, those eyes that depicted such pain, yet such happiness. Those eyes, that wavered on the borderline between the sane and insane.

His body was huddled against the side of the hollow, his stomach just barely scraping the ground as he croached low to the ground, watching the darkness with such an intensity you'd think he was waiting for something; Like he knew what was going on even before it acually happenned. Logic tells that it is impossible to see the future; But this cat defied logic. This cat was different; This cat was extraordinary. This cat was psychopathic, manical... Diabolical.

At least, these are the things he once was; The things he used to be, in his youth, in his glory. But that had all disappeared now, all except his yellow eyes... Though the body will heal and the fur regrown and the blood dried, the past is never forgotten. This cat is proof of that. Just look at his eyes; His constant, bright yellow eyes. Everything he once was, is visible through those eyes. Everything he could've been... Everything he should've been.

With a cool breeze, the moon glistened from behind the clouds, a ray of light shining down overtop of this cat. It revealed his white fur, his dirty, dusty, white fur, and his matted splotches of black fur. Slowly he rose again, standing up straight on his four paws. He was smaller, now, as if he had shrunk in the past few years or so. His bones were gradually becoming visible over his thinning fur, and after long, he looked like he would waste away to nothing.

Nothing? Oh no. Looks can be decieving, my dear friend. Look again. What do you see? A scrawny black and white cat with yellow eyes? No; There is more. There is strength underneath his old bones and heavy pelt, there is hope, there is a will to live. There is leadership, there is sanity... There is insanity. There are ideas, there is glory, there is a cat that is far more powerful than the appearances of his fragile body. There is a cat who is ravenous and bloodthirsty; There is a cat that is sarcastic and witty; There is a cat who is kind and caring. There is a cat who is indifferent and uncaring. There is a cat who is depressed, there is a cat who has faith in his life and beliefs. There is more, more to him than meets the eye. There are memories, there are emotions...

All of which are evident through his resolute, yellow, eyes.

[Dawnzzz]

The she-cat was hardly aware of the tom approuching. Atleast, not until the wind rounded the clearing and the cat's scent was carried in her direction. Even then, the rest of the world was entirly hazing for a few moments afterward. Shaking her head. She glanced around. The scent was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place who it was. The tortoiseshell didn't see anyone just yet, but she knew he was there. And she decided to wait until she found out. So there she sat, still as tree, staring intently into the shadowed trees waiting for the tom to appear.