Telling {Plot Charries!!!}

[§Wildheart§]

Thundersong rose out of his den and walked out into the frightningly dark night. The moon was high in the sky as it lit up the clearing in a white blanket. Leafbare was on its way, and the chilling air showed it even more than the multi-colored leaves on the trees.

Somewhere amoungst the mountains, a wolf howled, followed by several others. Thundersong shivered, and not just because of the cold. He knew that wolves never trailed this far down the mountains, but even so, he was as weary of dogs as the rest of the clans.

He sat down in a lit up hollow near the brambles that sheilded the camp. The freezing ground did not help his warming up, but he hoped that if he sat there long enough, he would warm up the ground, and it in turn would warm him back. He doubted it.

Thundersong raised his head and rolled his massive shoulders. His blue eyes lit up in the moonlight, giving the impression that he was a ghost. He shook out his coat and got up.

He could not sleep. He had not been able to for a long time. After the death of his mate, Everfern, his dreams had been filled with terrible screeches and noises. He had just decided not to sleep at all. Seeing her alive in his dreams, and then losing her again when he awakened was painful and awful, and so he sat here imagining what it would be like if he had died too.

He missed her scent, the warmth of her fur, and her eyes. Her bright amber eyes that always shone with beauty and kindness.

But she was gone, and he would never again smell her, feel her, or see her, except in his horrible dreams.

He returned his gaze to the moon again, as a gust of cold wind hit his thick pelt.

[Sacrifice]

The sleek tom was one of beauty, with a light gold pelt with even lighter stripes, shaped like lightning one saw when getting close enough, running through it. If, that is, you could get past the messy apperance he always kept it at. Tonight, his topaz eyes gleaming in the darkness though, something seemed to be dancing in the tom. Tempermentive on a good day, there had always been something off about the golden tom, and tonight, he only embraced his odd-ness. Ears flicking forward as a wolf sang out, the song lonely even to his ears, an ache to join that canine flamed deep within him, although to do so would mean death in the end. Not that death would bother him; what exactly was he here for anyway? He had no friends, no family, a loner cast adrift in the sea, really. Why he even stayed in the clans was a mystery to all, including himself. The closest reason he could think about for staying wise would be because he enjoyed annoying everyone. It was worth it, when they became frusterated at him just because he was being how he always was.

Grinning a smile, one that wasn't exactly all to kind, Lightningstrike had only been wandering, before he came across the scent of another figure. Dropping down swiftly into a battle position, the hot headed tom lurked to the side, observing what he scent had already told him. Thundersong sat alone on the cliff, and with a look of sorrow in his gaze, it wasn't hard to piece what had happened. Again. The same thing, every night, it was never going to stop. Ears curving forward, one would take care to notice that the left was missing a chunk from it, Lightningstrike stepped forward, topaz eyes narrowed, tail flipping ever so slightly. Sorrow annoyed him. Being weak annoyed him. Heck, Thundersong annoyed him, Feeling his temper rising, Lightningstrike turned so he could face the other tom, but at the same time, leave himself protected from an attack. He was just that paranoid.

"Things are never going to get better unless you confront yourself. The same night, its the same thing. Over. And. Over. I'm getting sick of it."
A deep voice, one that could be as smooth as satin, or as sharp as a blade. Tonight, it was the latter, and pity was something never given by the tom, and something not easily accepted. Eyes still narrowed, tail twitching just the slightest, the energetic golden tom whirled suddenly, moving as though he was nothing more then a mere phantom; here one moment, gone the next. Movement was something always in the tom, standing still was a challenge. Not to mention he was quite possible mentally insane, although that was only on his bad days.

Suddenly, the wolves howled again, and for just a moment, as their wild song raced through him, Lightningstrike was still, drinking in the music, and obviously enjoying the sweet harmony of the sound. When he opened his gaze back up, the orbs had changed. No longer were they sparked with what they had been before. Now it was more muted, and still. The tail quit lashing, and although he was still moving, Lightningstrike said nothing, a real first for him. How long this calm would last though, was uncertain..

[♣Talonstar♣]

(holly s***)

[♫Swiftpath♫]

((Err, I don't know what to post. xD))

[§Wildheart§]

((lol. just go along with it ))

Thundersong sighed at the sound of his brother's voice. Lightningstrike. A hot headed warrior whose annoyance with Thundersong could not be clearer. They had never been close, and he suspected that they never would be. He had no idea who would want to be close with him, and if there was anyone who did, then he did not choose to be close to them. He was secluded and arrogant, and Thundersong did not want him bothering him tonight. Or at all.

Lightningstrike's deep voice flew out of the silence. "Things are never going to get better unless you confront yourself. The same night, its the same thing. Over. And. Over. I'm getting sick of it."

More wolves howled as Thundersong contemplated what words to use. Lightningstrike drew deadly silent as the songs of the pack reared from the mountains. It was clearer than last time, and carried a sad yet beautiful melody.

"You don't have to be sick of it. You could just ignore me; that's what you usually do anyways. Mine business is none of yours. Besides, there is nothing to confront, I am not weakened by anything. I am just unable to sleep."

[♫Swiftpath♫]

Cloudwave heard the mumbling of cats outside the den, in fact, those cats were his brothers, Lightningstrike and Thundersong.
"Huh, wazzup?" he stammered, still half asleep.
Cloudwave's icy blue eyes opened up to see nothing but deep green leaves which made up the roof of the den. Cloudwave rolled onto his side and got up onto his paws, then stroked his white pelt, speckled with gray dots, with his pale pink tongue.

After his long pelt was stroked clean, he padded up to the entrance of the den, stepping lightly so that he would not wake the others. Cloudwave peered out of the bush and moved his icy gaze to the dark moors, and his brothers. Poor Thundersong, constantly up in the dark night, never to be in the peaceful land known as, well, his dreams. But only to walk in the horrid place known as his nightmares. Cloudwave always hears him get up, the same time, every night, to mourn for his beautiful mate.

Then, there was Lightningstrike, the handsome golden tom, but yet who had a rough appearance.
'Things are never going to get better unless you confront yourself. The same night, its the same thing. Over. And. Over. I'm getting sick of it. '
Ah, Lightningstrike, he never had that much sympathy.

At last, the tom, still clouded with sleep, rose from the den. Cloudwave bounded down to where the two cats sat.
"You don't have to be sick of it. You could just ignore me; that's what you usually do anyways. Mine business is none of yours. Besides, there is nothing to confront, I am not weakened by anything. I am //just unable to sleep//."

Just unable to sleep?

"Brother, we all know why you stay up at night, I constantly hear you rustle in your moss bed while I am trying to sleep." he meowed, a small grin appearing on his face. Cloudwave nudged Thundersong's head.

"No need to be sad, Everfern is watching over you StarClan,and she always will until you join her. But then you can dance in Silverpelt and watch over those who will come for many generations."

(((Longest post of mine ever, no joke.))

[§Wildheart§]

((lol Swifteh))

[Sacrifice]

"Not weakened?"
Suprise flickered into the dark gaze of the golden pelted tom, before he threw back his head to give a sharp laugh; one of which, was not all too kind. After a few moments, he shook his head, dipping in slightly in greeting as his other brother Cloudwave came up, even though he did not look at the other tom. His focus, his drive, it was all centered onto the unfortunate Thundersong.
"Don't lie to me Thundersong, and don't lie to yourself. You are growing weaker, and your making the clan have a hole in it's defenses. Sleep is vital, and with your thrashing about, its impossible for anyone to really get a sound night. Any of the clans or rogues could attack, and we'd just be sitting ducks. All because you can't let things go. Its bad when you know even I can't ignore it."
Spitting, tail lashing, Lightningstripe turned away, although the fire in his step was evident with every stiff and jerky stride.

Once upon a time, Lightningstripe had been gone for several moons. Nobody knew where he went, but after he had come back, he had changed. Arrogance was something new, at least, it had been several moons ago, something that many notice with clarity. He hadn't always been this way, but from the general way he acted, it was as though he had known nothing else. Snorting as Cloudwave spoke, Lightningstripe jumped up onto a rock so he was just a bit higher then the other toms. He had always been an assertive one, a leader who didn't want that position, and tonight, every inch of his being was alive with it.

"Do you really think there is such a thing? StarClan could be a myth for all we know. I see no evidence when times are hard that they even care. Why would they allow so much death if they were as powerful as they are said to be? Nothing more then lore to scare the kits. And if they are there, well, I won't be joining them."
A sharp grin, one that could send chills down the spine of a lesser cat, flashed across his muzzle for a moment, before he turned his gaze back away from the two. No longer was it as bright as previously seen; now it was more thoughtful, as though he was thinking about heaven and hell, or rather, Star and SunClan. He already knew where he was going.

[§Wildheart§]

Thundersong turned his head to look at his brother. He knew Lightningstrike felt this way; he made it no secret at all. His judgement day would come, however, and one day he might actually regret it.

"Thank you, Cloudwave," he meowed, ignoring Lightningstrike for the time being. He was being hotheaded at the moment, even more than usual, if possible. Thundersong had a great want to pounce on the golden cat, like an annoying itch he knew he couldn't reach. Talonstar would be fearcely angry if he attacked his clanmate. Maybe even more so because he was his brother.

"Lightningstrike, you would awaken to fight even if it were a dry leaf outside instead of a rogue or a clan cat. Besides, for the time being, I am out here, not in my bed thrashing about." His voice shook slightly with anger, and, much as he tried, he could not keep it out. He got up from his vigil and walked around Cloudwave and Lightningstrike.

"We all know your opinions about StarClan. You can believe what you want; you know your fate."