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I don't want to dream about all the things that never were. <3
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Post by Fawn <3 on Mar 12, 2009 17:38:20 GMT -5
ooc; Nuuuuuuh! T.T last dying breath: Cook...ies...plz..
bic; Brackenleaf jerked to a halt after hearing her leader. "Oh of course! That should have been the first thing on my mind!" The gray feline skipped/hopped/jumped (whichever you prefer xP) back to Lightstar with a sparkle in her eyes.
"You know, I don't see why other cats say that you're a cranky old leader. That's as much an insult to me as it is to you. I mean, for StarClan's sake, I'm only a couple moons younger than you! They're basically calling me old too!" Her furry tail lashed from side to side as she spoke, and she had begun pacing angrily back and forth.
Catching her breath, she added, "You're not mean, or rude or cranky. You actually care about each cat in the clan. I don't even know how these.. these rumors," she spat, "..get started. There's no reason for it."
Brackenleaf suddenly widened her green gaze and looked back at Lightstar. "Don't listen to anything any other leaders say," she pleaded, sounding almost like giving a command, "Be who you are and if others don't like it, they can get over it. That's what my mother always told me."
She shook her head and gave herself a once-over with her tongue, picking out a few scraps of grasses that had clung to her pelt. Waiting for the tom, she patiently asked, "Coming?"
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Post by Risa [Isis] on Mar 15, 2009 11:50:48 GMT -5
ooc;; Nuuuuuu!! Don't die!!! T_T *passes over tray of cookies* YE SHALL LIVEEEEEEE!!! RISA COMMANDS IT! *crazed glint in eyes*
bic;; The tabby was about to rise to his paws as Brackenleaf scrambled back over to him. He gave a low chuckle to see her so excited; the sparkle in her eyes was overwhelming.
As she continued, he settled back down to listen. Lightstar listened to her, his eyes widening in surprise as she brought it up. Soon, however, they narrowed thoughtfully, the turquoise irises brightening.
Of course he knew about the rumours, but they weren't far from the truth. He wasn't grumpy, or mean, or rude, or old - though he wasn't getting any younger - but he had trouble showing emotions. To others, that showed almost an indifferent cat leading the Clan of cats, not caring about anything. It wasn't true of course, but what could he say to stop the rumours? Nothing.
Perhaps, maybe with the help of a miracle, he could regain his old self back.
Shaking these thoughts from his mind, they fell loose like old cobwebs, he rose to his paws. "Thank-you, Brackenleaf," he meowed quietly, grateful for her support, but the she-cat had already jumped up, ready to go. "Yes, let's get back to camp."
The pale tabby bounded forward, brushing past Brackenleaf with a flick of his tail, and led the way back to camp, glancing over his shoulder to smile at the queen.
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