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Post by Valk on Apr 3, 2013 9:15:42 GMT -5
Suckling in the words that belonged to a female in true despair, was crippling herself. The story wasn't typical but it wasn't far fetch, whichever way you peered around the event it was still a tragedy. He shifted uncomfortably as her eyes changed from bright to a near dull color, and they watched him for a reaction. When she titled her head up at the sky he also did so mimicking her, it would be maybe a hour or two before the sun reached its throne in the azure heavens.
She wallowed in self-pity? He wouldn't exactly say that, she just didn't cope with things well or when needed to. Instead of facing them at the times they came she allowed them to all build up within her similar to a brick wall and now she was encompassed within what she built fearful to climb out. He was sick of her speaking of other cats, sometimes it just didn't matter what happen to other cats especially when she hasn't dealt with her own conflicts. Her consideration for others was causing her to suffer.
"Self-pity? No, you've trapped yourself inside the grief you never faced, and I feel you refuse to face it because you’re fearful of the pain that comes with grieving over someone fully. But you'll play along with self-pity because it is neither facing the problem or exerting much pain as you can easy turn away from it when need."
He swallowed hard after his words trying to anticipate her reaction, she would snap at him again for making suggestions or leave. Leaving would be far more reasonable but she seemed to have a little temper. His green eyes bore into her before his body gained the courage to do what his mind had urged him to do earlier.
Crouching closer to her and closing his own eyes, he allowed his tail to rest against her flank. It was little contact to her, but to him it was more than just a risk it was near death for him. Despite how often he had flirted with she-cats when they accepted it, he had dared not touch them. She-cats were unpredictable when you crossed into their "bubble" and to play it safe he never intruded it. Unlike other toms who proudly would press their own body against them, share tongues, licks on the shoulder or ears. He didn't have the guts to do such because he couldn't bare further rejection than he already received daily.
Whisperingwinds need something called empathy and this was the best thing he would get to it. He didn't apologize for he lost because it would be useless and therefore decided to show his gesture this way. He wasn't certain how successful it was; therefore he covered up the action nearly immediately with words.
"And stop worrying about other cats and how much worse they might or might have not had it. That does not matter. You could never measure someone else's events lower or higher of worth when it is tragedy because we all react with things differently."
He stated the anger in his voice showed but was ceased before it rose to a extent of no return. He watched her facial expressions before continuing on with his throbbing thoughts.
"Stop comparing your events as if only the people with "true" tragedy, however you define that, have the right to grieve. Everyone has that right despite what it is, but if you never face it then thus sprouts the problem."
He didn't want to sound like a badgering father but he needed her to understand what he was trying to get across. She was so caught up on why she didn't deserve to grieve because it nearly seemed she didn't find herself worthy of it and that erupted frustration within him. Throughout his furious train of thought he huffed out, "Let me help you." Destroying yourself for her...why? You would allow her to destroy us?
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Post by - Leafy ღ on Apr 3, 2013 16:22:57 GMT -5
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Whisperingwinds paused, looking over and blinking at the tom in slight surprise as he spoke, each time adding more and making it sound like a lecture Braveheart would have given her earlier on in life. She blinked softly and frowned, sighing lowly and glancing away, unaffected as her tail rested lightly on her flank. IT was a friendly gesture, as she could see, and as much as she attempted to show she appreciated it it was hard because his words were sinking in and he was right. Though.. It was who she was and it was something that wouldn't be changed easily. She obviously took more after her mother, Rainpool, then she did her father.
Just like she had taken his looks she had also taken her personality. Braveheart was the calm and collected one, never one to stick his nose into another feline's business and Rainpool was the doting one, worried for everyone and everything should it seem upset or in pain. Braveheart had taught her to hunt and fight but Rainpool had taught her to care and worry, the main traits of her personality. Whisperingwinds found those traits nice and went along with it. She recalled her mother always one to try and hide her pain, also, never wanting to worry anyone while she attempted to care for those in need, almost as if she were a second medicine cat. Whisperingwinds eventually dragged herself away from the memories and shifted her eyes to focus back on Hawkfeather again, offering a faint smile to show she was still intact and okay.
"Let me help you."
She blinked slowly and droned on those words for a moment as her blue eyes silently searched his green ones. He showed no real intentions of harm towards her, no willing of badness, only.. Help and quite a few other emotions she was at a loss for words to explain. But.. He wanted to help?
"There's not much to help." She murmured softly in response, her tail lightly curling around her body as she out looked the river, watching his constant flow and melodic rush of water as it moved. Her eyes shifted over at the quick splash of a fish, only able to catch its silver scales glittering in the sunlight before it disappeared back below the water's surface.
"But it you'd like that feel free to." She finally answered as she looked back over to the tom with a small shrug of her shoulders.
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Comments - I forgot to reply to your last comment, sorry. x3 But, oh wow.. Hmm.. Hell in comedy or overly cuteness (if they get together) .....We should have a side plot where he thinks she's starting to get close to Stormpelt and kind of spazzes out. xD
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Post by Valk on Apr 3, 2013 17:11:15 GMT -5
He could tell she was rejecting his words and his attempt to amend what was broken was failing miserably. He choked on an annoyed growl, he shouldn't have even went through with this. He felt the urge to push her away and disappear into the heart of riverclan territory, he no longer lusted her company because he had been rejected.
As she responded to his idea of help, he knew that he was becoming more impatient and less likely to stick around. There wasn't much he could help obviously therefore he was useless once again.
"But if you'd like that feel free to."
She acted as if he helped her at his own expense, as if it was something he did with everyone and wasn't out of character for the tom. She obviously knew nothing from the rumors spread either that or she foolishly ignored him. He wasn’t too rash to hurt her physically but emotionally he had no problem especially if she took a sting at him first. He was obsessed with the little she-cat but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t get the same reactions if she performed similar actions just as the others. While he considered she was merely pushing him away because she was afraid, however the senseless indignation drove him to ignore logic. Thus pure emotion took control of his brain rather than the logic that often kept him in check. He shook his head at her words and rose to his paws glancing down at the river. It had picked up speed a tad nearly matching his annoyed twitch of his tail. The sharp cock of his head back and forth warned anyone near that something wasn't correct within him.
He gazed up at the sky to conjure up an excuse hoping to you her earlier statement as one. But the sphere of flames had not reached its peak in the sky and was steadily climbing. He couldn’t offer the excuse of hunting because they usually hunted near the river and were both located near the river. Perhaps a patrol called his name back at camp. Why am I even trying to let her know I don’t want to be in her presence nicely?
The spell she casted over him clearly was infecting him deep enough that he was really taking into consideration her feeling especially why he was infuriated at the she-cat. Of course she had no idea he was aggressively plotting her downfall at this very moment a very vivid images of how he could create corruption in her life. Sadly whether the sadistic cat wanted to let himself is devoured by his true nature the part that lusted for her wouldn’t allow it. Keeping him at a bay from revealing how harsh he could truly be.
"I should leave you be, I cannot accomplish my task and therefore I'm seemingly useless in your company. "
Brisk and honest Hawkfeather was being, he was upset from being rejected and his emotions bubbled beneath his surface. Returning to his normal height, towering over Whisperingwinds he gave her a brief nod. He wouldn't turn his back on her just yet; he was polite enough to wait for her dismissal.
"Perhaps you should go see your father now? It'll be Sun High soon."
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Comments - Haha Hawkfeather is so moody, I don't know why cats like him but they do. He's like a pregnant she-cat sometimes with those shifting moods.
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Post by - Leafy ღ on Apr 3, 2013 17:29:02 GMT -5
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Whisperingwinds paused and stared numbly at Hawkfeather for a second as she processed those words. She bit back a quiet growl and watched him as her tail quietly lashed against the muddy ground and eyes narrowed. What had he expected? For her to be the chipper and happy she-cat she always was after she had just spilled out her life story? She frowned at him, trying to make the annoyance in her disappear as her head snapped away from him and she rose up to her paws a second after her had gotten to his, though even still his form dwarfed hers. What in Starclan's name had she been thinking if he planned on acting like this? She had simply taken him up on his offer for him to help and now he was acting bipolar about everything.
"Very well. Perhaps I should." She answered lowly, glowering at him for a second before blinking dismissively and turning to make her way to the reeds, though annoyance made her stumble in her attempt to make a flawless exit. Yeah.. Smooth. She huffed softly and rolled her eyes as she slipped through the reeds after regaining her composure, silently stalking forward as she thought everything over. Perhaps attempting to befriend the bronze tom hadn't have been the best idea after all. She had simply been trying to give him a friend but if he preferred to stay in his lonely little world that was fine by her. She'd simply ignore the rumors and snickers or her and go on with her routine in life as it wasn't her problem.
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Comments - xD I can see. Whisperingwinds' is going to drive him insane one of these days.. Well... Even more insane. x3
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Post by Valk on Apr 3, 2013 17:47:23 GMT -5
Hawkfeather watched her disappear through the reeds his body quaked and now he was very dissatified with the way she reacted but he hadn't expected anything less. He knew better than to have even speak to her and now it was causing him to become very moody.
Within that thought he instantly longed for her company again, but knew better than to follow after her. Hawkfeather is unreasonable at times but this was not one of those moments. He simply went back to the river and crouched near the edge. At least he would be back to his well known friend of solitude especially since Whisperingwinds wouldn't be bothering him any further. Or so he hoped, he had tried to push her away for her own good. Because she had no idea how urgently he wanted her and it wasn't all entirely in positive ways.
And what feared him the most was that he was so willing to let into the desires especially when she was closer to him. He had realized that when he touched her. She had a grasp over him know one else did and because of that he was a threat to the very thing he believed he very so needed.
What a mess he had made for his life and it seemed the promise he was attempting to keep for his mother was slowly unraveling with each time he glanced the beige she-cat's way.
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