Silent Night [Swifty/Eaglestar]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/silver2.png] The crescent moon rose high over head, but I didn’t see it. My mind was lost in a tumble of thoughts. This winter had been cold and harsh, making me wonder how the other clans were doing. I shouldn’t have been so concerned, but I was. Drawing in a deep breath, I continued on my way. It was probably a bad idea to be out here in the dark, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to get away. I needed to find a place to let my mind wonder. I wasn’t just worried about the other clans. My heart tightened at the thought of my own. What if we lost someone? Losing just one clan mate would be heart breaking. I didn’t want to even think about the Queen’s and whatever kits they might lose. I bit back my gasp at the thought of it and shut my eyes. I just couldn’t think about it right now. No, I wouldn’t let myself think about it, so I would hunt. Being out here by myself was a bad idea, but I knew of the many creatures that roamed the night. It seemed that’s what I’d gotten myself into; working day and night to find food for the clan. Heavy paws beat the ground, crushing snow and causing me to flatten my ears. I’d never liked the sound of snow being walked on. For some reason, it had always caused my head to ache in a way that made me almost want to stop whatever I was going and just sit down and never move again. I knew I couldn’t do that, so I had to continue to motivate myself to keep going. My ears popped up from my head once more and I trotted forward, wide green eyes scanning for something, anything that I could take back to my clan. I came to a pause, ears flickering before my eyes narrowed in on what I’d been looking for. A vole. A careless one to say the least was sitting at the ponds edge, cleaning itself with what little unfrozen water there was. My tail lashed lightly from side to side and my shoulders rolled as I crouched down. The creature didn’t notice me, or so I thought. It wasn’t until I actually lunged for it that the small creature took off. I smacked down on empty snow and frozen ground. Wheeling around, I searched for the vole without finding it. Lying down on the ground, I let out a heavy sigh. It was just my luck that I would miss the dang thing. I drew in a deep breath and then released it before rising and inching toward the pond’s edge. Dropping my muzzle down I gulped down a quick drink before moving away from it to return to the hunt once more. I wasn’t sure that I would find anything, but I tried to stay close to the pond, at least it would provide some sort of safety should something decide to come after me. Open ground, was better than being trapped. At least I could run and if I didn’t look back, I wouldn’t trip and fall. I shook my head to ease the thought away and kept my eyes peeled for any source of life. A slim mouse placed itself before me and I was quick to go after it. This time, I didn’t miss. I caught it with a quick ease that came to being a fairly big cat. Well, a fairly big breed of cat. All I knew about my family was that we were meant to be all lean muscle and power. Working my way back to the camp, I realized that exhaustion was over taking me. I wouldn’t be able to sleep, of that I knew, but that was okay. I would just relax out in the cold. My coat was thick and warm; I could deal with the cold for a while. Muscling my way back into camp I dropped the mouse onto the fresh kill pile before silently making my way to just outside the warrior’s den. I laid there on the cold ground and gazed up. My warm breath fogged the air as I looked up at the sky above me. The stars painted a picture up there, but I couldn’t have told you of what it was. My shut my eyes for a brief moment and then opened them once more to take in the world around me. The silence of the camp made it hard for me to believe that anything was wrong, but that was the thing about silence. It was deceiving and could lie to you in the blind of an eye. For all I knew, I could wake up in the morning to a Queen crying out her pain, or the clan gathered because a warrior, elder, apprentice or someone much more important had died. speaking word count -- 820 tag -- Eaglestar/Swifty comments -- none muse -- good

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Eaglestarmain.png] The dark tabby-and-white leader was fast asleep in the stale coldness of his den. Or so he thought, anyway. Opening his eyes slowly, he saw that he wasn't in his dark, damp den, but in a grassy plain where only daylight seemed to fall. He knew where he was, for he had been there many times before. StarClan was calling out to him, but even as Eaglestar looked around for a familiar face from his past, he found none. He saw no cats, in fact, not even the many StarClan warriors that usually filled the place up with laughter and play. Eaglestar's surroundings looked like that of a blooming late new-leaf, but his fur ruffled with the warm breeze of an early green-leaf afternoon. It was a feeling of peace that Eaglestar could've only dreamed about; and actually, he was. The still tom took a deep breath. Even the air smelled of new-leaf, and with this scent Eaglestar began anticipating the arrival of that season when many kits would be born and plentiful prey would return. Slowly, he took a step forward, and as he did so, the sky began filling with an eerie fog; smoke actually. Eaglestar lifted his nose and parted his maw, taking in the smoky scent. Fire! he wailed in his head. The yowls of many cats filled his ears as a blazing fire surrounded him. It sizzled and popped, and even the experience GoldenClan leader began to panic. He recognized many of these yowls as coming from cats of his own Clan, which worried him even more. As the fire enclosed upon him, Eaglestar's eyes snapped open, still wide with fear. He sat up quickly, realizing that he was back in his den and everything was fine. For now, anyway. The chilly wind from leaf-bare seeped into his den, and he felt relieved. He had woken up before StarClan was able to speak to him, or maybe it was only a dream that resembled his fears. Either way, Eaglestar would be sure to keep a look out for any signs of fire. The leader stood to his paws, stretching and then shaking his fur out. There was no way he'd be able to go right back to sleep, so he stepped out of his den for a moment. A crescent moon shone brightly overhead, and the camp was silent with sleeping warriors; all but one. Eaglestar noticed a marbled she-cat sitting just outside the warriors' den, who he immediately recognized as being Silverpool. With one final stretch, he began his walk across the camp. "Silverpool," he whispered, trying hard not to wake the rest of the Clan. "Is something wrong?" Eaglestar asked, his breath fogging up the air around him. It was still cold, but he knew that new-leaf was just around the corner, and that was enough to drive him forwards.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/silver2.png] It felt good being out here when I really thought about it. I mean, it was nice and warm in the warrior’s den, but sometimes I felt suffocated by all the bodies. It almost felt like I had no escape. I mean, yes I am loyal to my clan, but every once in awhile I needed to get away from it all. It was easy to go hunting alone, so long as I stayed fairly close. Most cats left me alone to begin with, but there were those rare moments when suddenly I was surrounded with no escape. Being unable to get away from things was a terrible fear and I hated admitting that to myself. Showing or saying I was scared was like telling the whole clan that I wanted to find my kittypet mother. Which I did, but I wasn’t about to tell anyone that. Some would see it as a sign of weakness; others would look at me with pity in their eyes and tell me that someday I would meet her. As if they didn’t want to just shove me out and be rid of this non-warrior blooded she-cat. I drew in a deep breath, holding back what temper I had. I couldn’t let it get the best of me. Resigning myself to my thoughts, I absent mindedly began a slow cleaning of my paws. Well, the front ones anyways. The marbled coat beneath the dirt that clung to them was very pretty and it always made me question which parent it was that I gained my looks from. Why, I knew I was a pretty thing, but some days I questioned that. Was it just the outside that was pretty to the toms? Did they think that the inside was ugly? I never got many compliments on anything, but my tri-colored coat and it was a bit disheartening. I wanted to be remembered for more than just the pretty she-cat that was abandoned as a kitten and taken in by Goldenclan. No. I wanted to make a name for myself. Lynxfang didn’t go to all this trouble just to have me be a self pitying feline that wondered around here. No, she would want me to follow my dreams and prove to this clan that I could make a great warrior and it wasn’t like the whole clan disliked me. It was a rare few among us. Mostly just the conservative types. The ones that wanted to keep the warrior bloodlines clean. I didn’t hear him coming, nor see him walking towards me. I was too lost in my thoughts, but when he spoke my name, emerald eyes locked on him so fast, you would have thought I’d seen an enemy. The hot blaze was quick to fade though and a cool greeting let my lips, “Eaglestar.” I dipped my head and cast my eyes away from him for a moment. His question drew them back though and puzzlement dawned on my face, “No. Nothing is wrong. Why would it be?” My voice was low, but quizzical. It wasn’t common that I was asked if something was wrong. Most didn’t care what was going on with me, but then again. Most weren’t Eaglestar, who seemed to worry about everyone in someway. I rose then though, realizing that it was rude for me to lay on the ground in such a relaxed manner when I was facing my leader. Sure, we weren’t talking about anything too serious, but still. I didn’t want to just be lazing about when this could turn into something important. That’s when it hit me. Why was he out here? “Eaglestar, if you don’t mind my asking, why are you out here so late?” The words were spoken softly and kindly. There was no way I could judge another when I knew the harsh sting of it, so I asked, as only a friend or comrade would. There was no reason for me to act suspicious around him. He was my leader after all and there had to be a good reason for him to be wondering out here alone and so late and really, I had no room to talk. I was out here alone, but I was quite close to the den that I slept in so really, I could have easily told him that I had wondered outside because it was much to stuffy in there for me at this moment and I would be returning soon. I had no reason to lie to him though. I wanted him to trust me. I was a loyal warrior after all. speaking word count -- 770 tag -- Eaglestar/Swifty comments -- little bit shorter. sorry. muse -- good

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Eaglestarmain.png] The world around them seemed to slow as Eaglestar patiently waited for a reply from the marbled she-cat who lay before him. "Eaglestar." His ears perked as her mew finally sounded. His amber gaze followed her every movement. "No. Nothing is wrong. Why would it be?" Eaglestar recognized the tone in her voice, low and quizzical, but a purr still arose in his throat. "No, I apologize," he meowed strongly but softly, so as not to wake the rest of the Clan. "I worry too much, don't I?" he chuckled. His gaze followed her as she went to stand up, figuring that Silverpool felt uncomfortable talking to him while laying down. Of course, him being Eaglestar, he didn't really see such a thing as a sign of disrespect. But he wasn't about to let anyone know that, since it would most likely be seen as a sign of weakness. "I only thought that you should be resting. It's another day tomorrow," he purred, trying not to sound suspicious, but the she-cat's question did catch him a bit off guard. "Eaglestar, if you don’t mind my asking, why are you out here so late?" His left ear flickered and his tail twitched. But then, why shouldn't she ask such a thing? After all, he should've been resting as well. It wasn't like he had absolutely nothing to do the next day; he was the leader, after all. In the short moments he took before responding, it seemed as though the world grew just a little bit colder. No, he wouldn't tell her about his dream; not before consulting the medicine cat. After all, he hadn't even received a prophecy yet, so it could've very well have been just an ordinary dream. Sure, those were rare in his case, but still just as possible as it was for any other cat. "I woke up when a cool breeze hit me, so I thought I would come out here and scout a bit," he started. "You never know when an owl might strike." He'd really come out there to make sure that there was no fire, and that the cats were safe from his dream. But he would wait a bit for more answers before revealing his concerns. Eaglestar sat with his tail wrapping around his paws, and turned his gaze to the crescent moon that lingered in the night sky. Every time he looked at the moon, his thoughts traveled to the next gathering. What would happen then? How are the other Clans doing? Would there be any conflict? The peace the Clans were going through couldn't last forever, he knew. But it was a nice thought. He remembered how Frostedstar, the one who had been leader before him, handled the conflict that sometimes aroused at the gatherings. He was always calm, and usually kept any fighting to a minimum with his rants about StarClan and the truce. Only a time or two did fighting occur at a gathering during his leadership. Eaglestar had been leader of GoldenClan for several moons already, and had plenty of experience. But still, he maintained his lack of confidence that he was as good of one as Frostedstar was. He often hoped for a dream from Frostedstar at night, so that he could receive some sort of guidance or reassurance that he was doing a good job. Eaglestar remembered all the praise he would receive from Frostedstar when he was only the deputy, and he longed for such a thing now, while he's leader. Eaglestar shook the thought away. After all, he wasn't a young apprentice anymore. He needed to grow up and move away from the past, no matter how difficult or painful it was to do so. He was one of the lucky ones; most of his kind was still alive. Not a lot of Clan cats were able to say that. And although he still remembered his sister, Hazelkit, it had been a long time since he'd mourned her death. WORD COUNT: 664 COMMENTS: Sorry for the short post. :c MUSE: Good

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/silver2.png] I’d always had a fondness for my leader. He was wise and strong and had a habit of trying not to show any weakness, which only gave me reason to laugh at him. It was all in good humor though. Eaglestar was a good leader and I had no complaints when it came to him except that he needed to act, well. . . a little more feline and less like he was perfect. Still, I had no real issues with him. I enjoyed being around him when I got the chance, but that didn’t always happen. Most of the time I was busy and just tended to stick to the things that I knew best. Talking with Eaglestar was not one of those things. Now though, it was a peaceful night and I had no problems with it in the least. “Oh Eaglestar. No, it’s your job to be concerned about your warriors. It shows you care about their well being. It makes you a good, strong leader.” The words were said with a low laugh. It wasn’t at him of course, but it was at the idea that he felt he worried too much. It was a nice thing to see, a leader caring about the well being of those that worked at his side. It made the loyalties of those cats stronger. My eyes shifted to the sky. “Yes, I know. I just couldn’t sleep. I feel restless.” I told him, drawing in a deep breath before releasing it once more. My eyes flicked back to him, “I was out hunting as well.” I gestured toward the fresh kill pile where my mouse laid. “I had nothing better to do with my time. I would have caught more, but I feared that I would be out there all night and didn’t think my clan mates would like me showing up around dawn.” I smiled lamely at him. Really, I probably should have continued to hunt, but my heart just wasn’t in it at the time and it would have been a waste for me to continue to catch and miss, probably missing more than I caught. It wasn’t full frontally obvious that he was suspicious of me, but I knew it none the less. It was odd for a warrior to be out and about on their own with no one else to hunt with or while everyone was asleep. The look in my eyes said I didn’t totally believe him, but that I wasn’t going to ask questions. If he didn’t want to tell me, then fine. I would just keep it to myself all my other questions to myself. No point in pressuring my leader into telling me something that he evidently didn’t want to get into. I flicked my tail lighting in dismissal of my own questions and focused all my attention on him. I don’t know what it was that I saw in his eyes, but I moved forward him and butted him under the chin with my head. “Whatever's on your mind, whenever you decide to talk to someone about it, I’m here to listen and understand.” My voice was low, much lower than needed, but I didn’t want to be over heard. Maybe it was because I felt weak showing such a strong tom that I knew something troubled him and I didn’t want him to feel like I was invading. I knew he was trying to be as good a leader as those before him, but I also knew that he shouldn’t strive to be like them. He should make a name for himself. speaking word count -- 604 tag -- Eaglestar/Swifty comments -- sorry it's so short, but I got a lot of her feelings into it. muse -- good

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Eaglestarmain.png] Eaglestar lowered his head. Silverpool hadn't been around when he was an apprentice, but there were certain feelings growing inside him. Her words were calming, and she had become one of his very best friends. And that was something that would never change, not even if he were to be on his last life. He quite enjoyed the she-cat's company, but was unable to piece the bits of his feelings together. The night was still young and the air was still breezy, but for some reason Eaglestar no longer felt cold. He felt warm, listening and holding on to Silverpool's every word. Yes, the tom also felt restless, but undoubtedly for a different reason than she did. His dream had felt so real, usually a sign that it had come straight from StarClan. Oh, how he wished that he'd stayed asleep long enough to receive some sort of a message. Maybe then he would've been able to understand it a bit better. "Rootfrost may have something to help you sleep." He didn't know why he blurted that out. After all, Rootfrost was likely asleep too. And knowing him, he didn't wish to be disturbed. His amber orbs followed Silverpool's gesture towards the fresh-kill pile, where a freshly caught mouse lay. "You've done well to catch that mouse," he assured her, a soft purr rising from his chest. Eaglestar's tail tip twitched. He was growing tired in the night, but the fear of dreaming drove him to stay awake. But then, maybe if he dreamed again he would finally understand what StarClan tried to say. The feeling of Silverpool butting him under the chin startled him. "I'll be sure to take that into consideration," he teased. He didn't quite understand what motivated him to do what he did next, but he did it anyway. He pushed his nose into her head with, not playfulness, but affection. Something he'd never done to a she-cat before. And what subconsciously confused him is that he didn't feel embarrassed by it; he felt even warmer. It was like his fur was on fire as he waited for her to either reject or approve of the gesture. His eyes grew round and he stepped away from the marbled silver she-cat, his neck fur bristling. "I apologize," he meowed strongly, doing his best not to sound like a frightened apprentice. Suddenly the world seemed just as cold as it actually was, and Eaglestar shivered, puffing out his fur as much as he could to stay warm. Unlike Silverpool, he didn't have long fur. His fur was rather short, actually, just like both of his parents and his brother Adderfang. Not a sound surrounded them, not even a cicada chirp. But then, their territory didn't have many trees for cicadas to latch on to, so any of them would likely be hanging around the Tall Sycamore rather than the camp. WORD COUNT: 480 COMMENTS: --- MUSE: Decent

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/silver2.png] Being here with Eaglestar caused my chest to tighten, but not in an uncomfortable way, but in a way that made me wish that I wasn’t just a friend in his eyes. Well, I wasn’t about to say anything since I hardly understood the emotions myself. I looked at him side long and wonder, just maybe, if he might feel the same. My jade hued eyes drifted away from him once more. No, it wasn’t a likely thing. Eaglestar wouldn’t want something that he saw as a weakness. Being in love and having a family was just that. I didn’t understand how, but I also didn’t have a family of any kind so how could I? The thought made my teeth grind together with self loathing. I wanted to know who I was, but I knew I would never find out. Before Eaglestar, I was very close to his brother Adderfang. He had been my mentor when I was an apprentice and now I was one of his success stories. A warrior to be proud of, or so I hoped anyways. My ears flickered around, catching the noises of the night and sighed when all I heard were the calls of night creatures. None were close enough to be a threat to my clan. A soft smile touched my features and I shook my head at Eaglestar. “I don’t even think his herbs would help me sleep.” I didn’t add that I felt lost right now. I looked at him for a long moment and not for the first time; I wondered what he was thinking about, what he thought about me. I wasn’t about to let those inquires touch the air, but a she-cat could dream that she was bold enough to do that. I’d never been the bold and brazen kind. I’d always been a soft spoken kind of cat and that wasn’t about to change overnight. I turned a quick look to him and spoke in a soft, polite voice, “And besides, Rootfrost would probably turn me into fresh kill if I woke him up at this hour to give me herbs for sleeping. He’d demand why I didn’t ask before he was asleep and probably make poor Lynxpaw do it for him.” I shook my head in sympathy for the poor apprentice who had decided to join the path of a medicine cat. I felt bad for him some days, but he seemed like he rather enjoyed the work that he got to do. His praise had me beaming on the inside, but I was quick to hide it on the outside. This was uncalled for. There was no reason for me to get all excited just because he’d said something good about me. I was praised all the time for my hunting skills. “Thank you, Eaglestar, but I still wish I could have caught more.” I said, looking away sheepishly. Well, this was just a shameful moment for me. Here I was getting good reviews and I automatically have to put myself down. It was silly that I would act this way when all I’d ever wanted in my life was his praise and attention. Well, it seemed now that I was contradicting myself. I did that often and well, it was a habit and one that I wasn’t likely to break. I might break it if I found the right person who could make me realize that those where things that made me who I was and that they were good things. Right now, I didn’t see it that way, now I saw it as a flaw in myself. Surprise colored my features and I relaxed into the feeling, enjoying it until he pulled away. I couldn’t believe that he’d done that. I looked away as if I hadn’t really noticed what he’d done. I knew I wasn’t hiding my surprise or my pleasure well, but what did I care? I wasn’t the kind of she-cat that most toms seemed to like. I was pretty and all, but just not that interesting to them and the one tom I was interested in had finally done something more than politely talk to me. My reaction was one I wasn’t expecting when he apologized. “Oh no. There’s nothing to apologize for.” The words came out rushed and I could feel my body heating up from ear tips to tail tip, “I mean. . . Um. . .” I looked away, embarrassment hot in my eyes. I was making a total and utter fool of myself right now, but really, I didn’t care. I was blubbering and acting rash, but I could have cared less for once in my life. I was just wanted him to stay and talk to me and not apologize for anything he might do. Nothing he did was wrong. It just couldn’t be wrong. Not in my eyes anyways. speaking word count -- 817 tag -- Eaglestar/Swifty comments -- none muse -- good songs -- (all are Japanese all involve love (haha)) Olivia inspi' Reira(trapnest) Nana - A Little Pain Olivia inspi' Reira(trapnest) Nana - Wish (this one is translated to English) Anna inspi' Nana(blast) Nana - Rose Anna inspi' Nana(blast) Nana - Lucy

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Eaglestarmain.png] Something about Silverpool's scent made the fur on the back of his ears stand on edge, and his heart warm like a new mother. Which was probably an insult, but in this case he didn't care. His eyes were round and his pupils slitted; in all his moons of living, he'd never felt anything like this before. Not even towards the many she-cats he spent his apprenticeship with, and especially not towards Snowfeather, he mentor. She was a beautiful snow white she-cat, but he still only ever saw her as a sister figure. Should he even be thinking this way about a Clan-mate? He didn't even know that. His heart was pounding, his breathing fast and shallow, almost as if he were panicking. But he quickly snapped out of it when she spoke, "A mouse is as much of a blessing from StarClan as any rabbit." His purr rumbled through the night air like a bumble bee on a warm green-leaf day. In truth, Eaglestar thought her low confidence was sort of cute, but what he said was a fact. Any prey they could find was a blessing, no matter the size. "Oh no. There's nothing to apologize for. I mean... Um..." Eaglestar's maw opened at the statement, and then the embarrassment. Could Silverpool be feeling the same things he is? Oh, how it would be amazing if she was. But even Eaglestar knew that, for any kind of relationship to blossom, one needs to first step up and take a leap. Neither one would know if they stood a chance, if neither one spoke up. "Silverpool..." he meowed slowly, not actually knowing what he would say after that. Actually, his mind went completely blank. And for the first time in his life, Eaglestar didn't know how to be frank with another cat. His heart only raced, and his breathing became faster, producing even more cold fog around him. "It's just," and once again, he stopped. How could this be? He was a leader, for StarClan's sake! The fur on his neck bristled as he grew irritated with himself, but he quickly licked it all back into place. His eyes became soft, as they looked into the emerald orbs of the one he spoke to; or at least, he was trying to speak to. His heart pounded with the force of two cats coming at him all at once. Finally, Eaglestar stood up and began to pace back and forth before the she-cat. It was now or never, but what if she rejected him? How humiliated would he be. But then, what if he didn't say anything at all, and she would have shared these feelings? Only StarClan knew the outcome of this conversation, and they weren't sharing. Well, if he couldn't put it into perfect words, he would just have to try and hope she understood. The tabby-and-white tom stopped where he started, and his tail gently swayed back and forth. "It's just that I think... I like you," he finally spoke, his voice as gentle as the breeze that blew right at that moment. "But not as friends, I mean more than that," he continued, praying she would understand if he went on. "I suppose the right thing to say would be, I love you," he meowed as if StarClan had just given him the confidence boost he needed to confess. And just like that, Eaglestar's heart slowed to a regular pace and his breathing became normal again as he padded around Silverpool to be at her side. He leaned, pressing his flank against her's and he began to purr once again. "Silverpool, I would like to spend all of my remaining lives with you," the tom meowed. He honestly didn't know how she would react to his confession, but at least he could've said he tried if she said no. He wouldn't be living with the regret of not knowing, then. That was when Eaglestar had begun to imagine what a life by Silverpool's side would be like. What a happy, perfect life that would've been. WORD COUNT: 675 COMMENTS: Err... Cheesy-much? MUSE: Good