i'm so close to the edge... [finch&&spider]

[lyric ♫]

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[bg=080305] It had been a long day, the sun was just setting and the evening patrols had all left for their duties only moments earlier. The sky, a mixture of radiant reds and oranges, shone down on Spiderstar turning the edges of his fur a tinted dark brown color. A purr rumbled from his throat almost violently, but it wasn't a purr of pleasure. Somehow it was a sound representing his lack of comfort as he prowled silently through his territory, which was turning back to green with the coming of new-leaf. The ground was still moist from the now melted snow as well, making him stop to shake his paws off every now and again. His ears swiveled when he heard a rustling noise; a mouse, chewing at the base of a piece of wheat, but Spiderstar didn't stop. He didn't come out here to hunt, nor did the clan need it, but he silently promised himself that he would stop to hunt before heading back. Then he stopped. His tail whipped back and forth like a snake fighting for its life, the streambed only a few fox-lengths away. The rushing current pounded in his ears, making his blood boil. BrookClan's territory was just beyond that stream; that violent stream that nearly took his life when he was a kit. His fur bristled just imagining all those enemy warriors going about their daily lives, and right within his reach. Cautiously, he approached the border, his maw parted and his nostrils flaring. He'd come here to make sure that no enemy warriors had crossed the boundary. And when he discovered that the only thing he scented was his own clan, he reinforced the scent with his own by rubbing his cheeks along the earth and rolling around on his back. Slowly, he stopped scent-rolling and opened his eyes completely. Memories of the war came flooding into his mind as he remembered that many of the battles were fought along this very stream-line. He stood up and shook the dirt from his fur, before padding over to a large boulder, his eyes glistening with pain and sorrow. His uncle, Eaglestar, had passed away right up against this large rock before him, leaving the entire clan in his care, and he could swear that he could still see a little bit of a blood stain there. He couldn't help but silently ask StarClan why they allowed such a thing to happen. Were they the ones that told the two clans to fight? He didn't even know how the war started in the first place, only that the two clans were already fighting when he was born. Some day, he would need to let it go. He knew that, but he also knew that it was very hard for him to go on with peace when he was brought up in pure battle and bloodshed. words: 481. muse: good.

[jay ?!]

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[bg=d4c6b3] sundown was approaching fast, the sky patterned with hues of red, orange, and pink. green eyes remained fixed on the sun's slow descent into the darkness as finchclaw paced beside the stream bed, the border between goldenclan and brookclan. his ginger paws were soaked with melting snow but he ignored it temporarily. his mind was too cluttered, too rapid to register what he was going. he hardly heard the bubbling water of the stream as he stopped his pacing and sat down in silence. the expression on his features were hard, a different world from the friendly and somewhat comical look they usually wore. the ginger medicine cat had been the the stream all day, sometimes pacing and other times just sitting and staring at the rival clan's territory.  it was unusual for a medicine cat to hold grudges against another clan over war, but finchclaw didn't care. he held a deep hatred for brookclan, the clan that had taken both the lives of his apprentice and leader. however, he was careful not to show it around others, only when he was alone dis he stop pretending. okay, maybe it was a mistake, an accident, concerning the death of pebblepaw. was it unreasonable for him to hold a grudge against the ones who had mistaken the late medicine cat apprentice for a normal one? perhaps, but then again, finchclaw had allowed himself to believe that it was on purpose, even if it wasn't the truth. tail tip twitching slightly, his green eyes narrowed and wasted muscle tensing as he stared long and hard into the depths of the territory ahead.  a sudden rustle made him jump, his reflexes taking over to make his head turn towards the source. further down the border, a black tom emerged, maw parted and sniffing the air. finchclaw wasn't sure if the new leader of goldenclan had seen him, but he didn't care. as he watched spiderstar began to mark the territory for a few heartbeats. the leader stood up and headed over to a large boulder, his eyes glistening of sorrow. following his gaze, finchclaw stared at the boulder and a pang of grief hit him. the boulder, the place where eaglestar had died. pushing away the cloud of grief and anger that surrounded him into the deepest recesses at the back of his mind, the medicine cat got up slowly and began padding toward spiderstar and the boulder.  " ya lookin' for a sign or somethin'? "

[/b] he called softly. " if yah're thinking of taking revenge on 'em over the death of eaglestar, i might accompany you, see what moves i can still dish out. though, i sure hope yah're not thinking 'bout doing it because i don't think my supplies will last much longer. "[/b] he chuckled drily as he reached his friend. a medicine cat thinking of battling was rare, but then again, finchclaw wasn't the average, normal medicine cat, so surprises usually sprang from his unpredictable mind. " thank starclan new - leaf's comin' soon. "[/b] he added as an afterthought. 

notes ; emoface. o___o this is going to be fuuuuun C:
words ; five oh nine words
muse ; good
tagged ; lyric with spiderstar

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[lyric ♫]

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[bg=080305] The black tom's purr gently died down, until he was as silent as the sunset sky above him. Suddenly the only noise that seemed to surround him was the current of the stream that he stood next to. His heart, a steady beat, still felt like it would explode under the anxiety of being so close to enemy territory since the war ended. What he wanted? He wanted to just bolt over to their camp and lay siege, though unleader-like as that may have sounded. He sat, his tail wrapped around his paws and his back hunched. And then he wondered, for a moment, why he was chosen to become a leader. StarClan had to have known that he would be having these thoughts, didn't they? With one order, he could send the two clans back into a rage and hate-filled war, but something told him that that wasn't what his ancestors wanted. So then, why? Why. That was all he could ask himself, and still he had no answers. Tik. His ears flattened at the sound of pawsteps, kicking pebbles and dirt as they approached. His fur bristled and he whipped around to face whatever was there, though at that moment the only thought he had was BrookClan cat. His eyes were wide and his back arched, when his mind registered the figure before him. His fur slowly flattened, his claws re-sheathed, and his back as straight as it would go considering his feline anatomy. "Oh," he chirped. 'Ya lookin' for a sign or somethin'?' Spiderstar's left ear twitched as he sat back down, his tail once again wrapping around his paws. He felt a little more at ease seeing one of his own clan-mates there with him, and one of the few that he could openly talk to about anything with and not feel weak because of it. But then he started thinking; StarClan hadn't spoken to him at all since that night at the moonpool when he first received his nine lives. From everything he'd heard, he figured they would help him whenever he needed it. But so far, nothing. He needed guidance, and they weren't giving him any. 'If yah're thinking of taking revenge on 'em over the death of Eaglestar, I might accompany you, see what moves I can still dish out. Though, I sure hope yah're not thinking 'bout doing it because I don't think my supplies will last much longer.' His ears pricked up. Was the medicine cat supposed to be encouraging him like that? He felt like, if it had been any other cat -- his deputy, for instance -- that said that, he would've gone over there that instant; however suicidal it would've been. But, he was calm now and his clear head meant he had enough rationality to decide against it. "No. That wouldn't do any good... right now," he growled, making sure to add that last 'right now' for emphasis, just in case he decide to later. If he were to do that, he'd definitely bring an army so that they could defend themselves first. "Finchclaw," he continued on to say, without much of a break in between sentences. "How do I get StarClan to talk to me? I don't know what I'm doing," he meowed, almost insecurely and yet gruff. "Or have they mentioned anything to you about the tension between us and BrookClan? This can't be their will, can it?" His ears swiveled from side to side, still on alert for any BrookClan evening patrols that happened to wander by there. And he knew they would; why wouldn't they? They didn't trust GoldenClan just as much as GoldenClan didn't trust them. words: 616. muse: good. [ so much emo. ]