who made you king of anything ♚ harle | GOSSAMER ; a literate warriors rpg

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who made you king of anything ♚ harle Dec 30, 2013 9:00:52 GMT -8

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Dec 30, 2013 9:00:52 GMT -8

she’s plagued by her own demons.

with the recent death of her mentor, and being thrown into the medicine cat position at such a young age, she holed herself in the den (but at least she's out now, that's all that counts), separated from the boy she l-l-loves (but she cannot love that's her vow)- shaking and terrified that he’ll become fed up with her -- that he’ll realize that there’s an entire clan full of girls more able to accompany him on his adventures, especially because she cannot anymore and she is no skin off his back. when it comes to language, she has exceptional focus, but when her mind’s chasing him, she stumbles over her words several times.

one of these days he’ll—

no. she tries to hold off the thoughts, put her tail over her ears and hums to send them away. she doesn’t want to think about the fact she’s so forgettable, and replaceable. she doesn’t think about where he goes when he can’t stand to be shut in the den any longer. she placates herself in dry lectures with the phantom touch of his breath on her neck, like that one time they were together on the journey, walking underneath the tree. placebo; her heart still jolts with a rapid heartbeat. she opened her eyes at the sound of a mouse rustling out of the nest -- and as the mouse runs, she realizes that they couldn’t keep her caged forever.

she could be… you know...

dangerous, dangerous -- the rarest words to ever be used in the description of a girl like ravenpaw. so unusual. it isn’t even part of the relative vernacular; in a book of ravenpaw, not a single entry is a word so powerful. perhaps if she were a sort of spider queen, batting doe eyes from across the camp, blushing on purpose as she flips her tail behind her-- pretending that the whole appearance is a guise, and using it to her advantage to push poor toms into their graves with a kick of her own little black paws.

perhaps, if she were that shade of hidden agenda, that hue of cunning deceit, she could be associated with dangerous but --

d is as much for disastrous deception

as it is darling.

and she is darling. riverclan's darling little medicine cat.

there’s not much time to hide her disappointment before she realizes that the mouse goes back into its den, into hiding. she close her eyes briefly before walking closer to the light, before her ears twitching at the sound of branches breaking.

"hello, dovefeather. fancy seeing you here. how are you today?"

✖ dovefeather ✖

riverclan warrior

The quiet one's have the loudest minds.

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played by: harlequin

who made you king of anything ♚ harle Dec 30, 2013 19:30:37 GMT -8

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Dec 30, 2013 19:30:37 GMT -8

~~"hello, dovefeather. fancy seeing you here. how are you today?"~~

The pretty, white colored, she-cat froze dead in her tracks, like a prey that's been spotted by it's hunter, in that moment when it knows it's too late to turn back, you've been seen..She stood there frozen for a second trying to figure out the source of the voice that had greeted her. She knew it was someone from her clan, not because pf the scent but because who else would know her name? She rarely left camp by herself, only the ocasional hunting patrol or evening stroll around the riverside, she liked looking at the water at night.

Finally she was able to see Ravenpaw sitting still in front of her, she tried not to show it but something about her eyes made her shudder. She hesitated but then took a step forward shyly, she raised her gaze from the floor and met her eyes, she held her gaze just enough to say mutter a quick hello.

"Ravenpaw. Hello, I'm alright, I-I'm sorry did I interrupt you?" she mewed swishing her tail to her side and lowering her head in an apologetic gesture. She hadn't mean to walk in on her, she wouldn't have if she had known. Not because she didn't like Ravenpaw, but because she felt embarrased thinking she wouldn't be able to maintain the conversation alive, besides she felt more comfortable being on her own. She hoped Ravenpaw wouldn't point out the fact that she didn't talk much or that she looked nervous, as many others did when they ran out of conversation topics, honestly that made the awkward silence even more.

Say something! Anything!, she begged herself, but again she couldn't find anything else to say. It just wasn't something she had been born with, the ability of talking to others with ease, she had to force herself to say even something as simple as a hello. She just couldn't find it in her to come up with a topic to discuss. She thought it would be even more ridiculous to discuss things such as the weather, or something of that matter.

Squirming under her piercing glare, Dovefeather, sat down, and casually licked one of her paws to then bring it to her head rubbing it to her cheek delicately. She dared to look at her again, and was able to look at her directly for some decent five seconds longer than usual. "I must say, I didn't know you liked to come here too.." she mewed, her heart racing due to the rush of the conversation.

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tag:@raven
; x.x ugh I feel like this post sucked sorry, I still have to get used to Dove's character, she's basically brand new..

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who made you king of anything ♚ harle Dec 31, 2013 18:28:59 GMT -8

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Dec 31, 2013 18:28:59 GMT -8

in a dream world, she would go on adventures, and catch mouse bile without any spite or chagrin. she would go on patrols and would always be the last to follow to make sure everyone was okay. she’d drink up the water of regret, no matter how much disappointment she feels. all in all, she would pride herself in being mild-mannered and forgiving; as understanding as she possibly can.

(because every good deed in an investment to the universe, a penny of good karma in her little jar, she’s trying to get the most out of her life
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but she is many carelessly cotton-covered corners: seemingly innocuous yet capable of gouging eyes.

she’s used to tsking and hmphing when she finds her others being rude, no matter how mild the comment. and she’s used to rolling her eyes when she finds banter. she sneers at prettier she-cats and dreams of being the doe all of mankind rushes to protect, but readily reminds her of hunting. (too bad she's forgetting she can't mate. she's a medicine cat after all).

when she’s angry, steam blows out her ears in a steady stream

but it’s not the sort that signals tea.

it’s not a spontaneous fit of huffing and puffing (although swift may argue otherwise); it’s a stew left to broil, comprised of two cups jealousy, one chopped up bad day, and a sprig of bad assignment mark, left to simmer on low for a week. and it calls for a bad mood from the get-go, but it’s latent until she’s triggered by something small.

she gets triggered by the sight of dovefeather's uncomfortable-ness. why she is? ravenpaw did not know. the young medicine cat shifted the weight under her paws. oh no, no. not at all. she said, dipping her head as well. oh, i find the moon looks beautiful at this time of night. she said, calmly, looking away from the warrior. frostbite also said this was a good place to find herbs.. i'm not too sure about that, though.

she lashed her tail, a parody of her own overestimated triumph in resilience. herbs. what a joke, ravenpaw was just splittering out bullshit right now. she had only been an apprentice for a moon, changed drastically from her position as a warrior's apprentice, and in the middle of leaf-bare. of course she had no idea what herbs looked like. but she bites her tongue and looked curiously at her counterpart. and you, i didn't know you liked travelling here.

✖ dovefeather ✖

riverclan warrior

The quiet one's have the loudest minds.

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played by: harlequin

who made you king of anything ♚ harle Jan 1, 2014 22:17:17 GMT -8

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Jan 1, 2014 22:17:17 GMT -8

Dovefeather stopped her grooming for a second, she placed her paw down again and curled her tail neatly over her toes. Then she shrunk back as an ice breeze blew against her body, making her bony frame rattle. Her medium length coat seemed to cling to her bones in an unappealing manner. She had not eaten in at least three days now. Prey was scarce, after all they were in the middle of leaf-bare, still Dovefeather felt she had no apetite. She had walked around the fresh-kill pile a few times over the past few days, but nothing had caught her eye. She glanced at Ravenpaw once more, her glossy black coat shone in the moonlight, she looked well fed and just well.. beautiful.

~~oh no, no. not at all~~

She was several moons younger than she was, and yet there she was. Medicine Cat. A job that held the whole clan's well-being in her hands. Ravenpaw didn't look a bit concerned at all.. She was just so young..Dovefeather tried to remember what she was like when she was her age, but all that popped into her head were blurred images of her scowling mother scolding her when she cowered back as Finchnose, her mentor had come looking for little Dovepaw at the time.

She shook her head focusing back on what Ravenpaw had said, ~~oh, i find the moon looks beautiful at this time of night,~~ She insinticvely looked up, wathcing the celestial body shining bright in the cloudless sky, with only a few stars to keep company to the moon. "Oh, yes, what I love the most is the reflection it gives upon the water.." she mewed as she turned her attention to the river below them. The faint glow of the moonlight dancing across the water's surface. Something about it made her feel more at ease.. she started to feel her anxiety fade away, she looked back at Ravenpaw. She is a good she-cat, she decided, and she'll make a great medicine cat..

~~frostbite also said this was a good place to find herbs.. i'm not too sure about that, though~~

Ah, Frostbite. The poor she-cat had died not more than a moon ago. Dovefeather liked her, she used to peek her head inside her den from time to time, she was always nice to her...she didn't remember seeing Ravenpaw around though..
Oh that's right, Frostbite didn't have and apprentice..Ravenpaw had been chosen by her at the last second when she was practically on her death-bed..
Something about Ravenpaw's words sounded bitter, she decided not to ask and instead turned her head back to the rippling image of the moon across the water.

~~and you, i didn't know you liked travelling here~~

The white she-cat turned her head back to her and gave her a little smile, "Well yes-"she stammered, "As I said I love watching the water, it's fascinating really" she mewed, then biting her tongue as the words had been already said. Ravenpaw would probably find her comment boring...

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; T.T omg sorry I took so long!
~~and sorry the post sucks,~~

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who made you king of anything ♚ harle Jan 3, 2014 18:10:29 GMT -8

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oh no, no. not at all

but with that power she had to heal the cats, ravenpaw also had the potential to kill them all. she hoped that there wouldn't be an outbreak of sickness anytime soon, the riverclan medicine cat shuffled with her head down, looking for ghosts in places that her shadows used to be. she was tired of going to those places-- this was all that this land was anymore, they were the ghosts and their shadows have long ago taken the hint and left them to their vices. she remembered that she once said she would miss the nights she listened to the crunch of leaves underneath her paws and the way everything smelled like new grass during the spring. there was nothing really left for her here, but she still lingers amongst the only things she ever knew. whether she was a creature of habit, or of impulses? it makes no difference.

ravenpaw never understood the essence of love. she didn't know how to describe it, and what made others fall in love with love. talking about love, she thought, was a lot like listening to someone talk in a language she couldn't speak. she would never grab the essence of it- the meaning would be lost in translation. but the moment she saw nightpaw, the words began to wring the life out of her heart. and eventually they wrung her out so that

she nodded at the warrior's words, looking at the river and at her own reflection. was this what calmness felt like? ravenpaw didn't know what the point of her existence was yet, but would she be willing to trip over misplaced commas and run off with run on sentences and fall off of the paragraphs that she made after stripping her feelings off and presenting them nakedly in front of everyone else? would she be willing to humiliate herself, wound her ego, shove the face off her pride down the sidewalk to try and understand her purpose? starclan's purpose for all of this? that was the million dollar question of the day.

ah, i see. she said, her electric yellow eyes staring. it's so flowy, isn't it? i guess that's what we're like too.. adaptable. she said, her own words had succeeded into taking a permanent residence in her mind. for some reason, she felt like she wanted to climb up to the trees every time she heard dovefeather's calm voice, because she would like to spill out all the joy that she'd kept in her bottle of repression. in whispers, she leads forward the hear the goodbyes of lives lost on these lands. tonight is no different. except now, she knows that her shadow isn't gone. just waiting somewhere. out there. and she had to go- and maybe the quiet warrior could help her get there.

i have no idea what iw as saying by the time i finished it ahh i'm so sorry this is late