[ n o t ONEof U.s. ]

[grayfur]

[ d e c e p t i o n ]



Gray paws padded hardly on the ground. Blue eyes widened in feat and confusion. Ears pricked for any signs of followers, but heard none. His mouth was open in panting. Fear pulsed through his veins. The gray tabby could take no more. His azure pools darted around the forest, looking for the cats who had betray him.; or that he had betray. He didn't know. No one knew the full story. A long deep went down his eye from the brow dwon to below the lower cheekbone. Blood was flecked along his dark gray body, and his gray nose twitched with anticipation. he had had enough. He was going to leave, and for good.



[ d i s c r a s e ]



The forest circled around him, twigs looked like hands, holes looked like eyes. Gashes in the trunk looked like mouths and teeth; sharp teeth. They seemed to lean over him, snatching him up in their leafy hands. Their hollow eyes followed him, and Grayfur ran faster. The whole forest looked the same. Ferns reached up to grab his legs, his tail, his paws. Grayfur just yowled and pulled away. he was so confused. For the first time in his life, he wanted to get out of the forest, even Kittypet life was better than this. Finally out of breath, he halted on the edge of a steep cliff. Looking down, he saw water, and some sort of animal with teeth swimming in it.



[ e v i l a s p l a i n a s t h e s c a r o n h i s f a c e ]



Grayfur leaned over the edge, not sure if he should jump. Suicide would be be a nice way to end the pain, the humiliation, the heartbreak. Maybe his mate had been right: he was just a filthy rouge who had no place in TempestClan. Grayfur chose not to believe it, but somethings were allowed to be said. Now, as he glanced down at the animal filled sea, his heart skipped a beat, and he regretted every coming out. He did not want to die, but he knew everyone around him did want him to. It was heard on a cat, being left out of his Clan, last one to eat, the whole joint. No one liked him, everyone thought he was still a kit. And he was what, 28 moons old? It wasn't his fault he liked to have fun, or was that not what warriors did?



[ h e i s n o t o n e o f u s ]



He backed off the rocky edge and hid behind a tree. His gray shiny fur twinkled in the sunset light, and his blue eyes shone with sadness and pride. A strange combination. But Grayfur had never been happy. Throughout his whole life, he had regretted being born. Tears welled in his eyes as he thought of it, and he looekd down at his gray paws, which were now filthy with dirt. That's the way his heart would be: filthy. He had never loved, not cared about anyone. He had never felt love of care by anyone in the Clan, not even his mother. And as he sat there, thinking about it all, he wondered if it would be easier on everyone, not just himself, if he jumped off the edge of the stony cliff into the unknown depths of the ocean.



[ h e w a s n e v e r p a r t o f u s ]

[.x │ s h e l l]

The supple white mitts rose and fell, falling in sync with her gentle heartbeat. It was not quite a hurried pace, but it was quick; yes. Not quite running, but definitely trying to get away. A parasite of sorts gnawed at the creature's belly. Not a physical one, rather a feeling. The femme herself could not explain it. She could not explain the awoken emotions that pooled in the pit of her stomach. Could it be regret; relief; hate? She didn't know. All she knew was that she had to find somewhere to be alone, because if anyone saw her like this... well... it could be catastrophic. She was supposed to be the strong one. The one that all her Clan looked to. The straight one. The one without such issues. But no. She had the same problems, the same feelings, she was the same. Why could no one see it? ..Well, that wasn't a hard question to answer. No one looked past the outside. They didn't care to try and figure her out. Not anymore. In the past such gestures had been coldly rejected, but now, in this state, the simplest things were taken in, stored, and replayed like a song over and over in her head. No matter how small and meaningless.

xx the quivering liquids in your stomach will eat away at the bad h a b i t s xx

Ears twitching and viridian depths keeping a wary watch, she continued on. She held her head high despite her mood, just in case she crossed paths with another. Paths, she thought. Everyone takes these trails. She paused and glanced around before pushing her way through the bracken beside the path. Scenting a sample of the air cautiously she decided to head towards the gorge. Somewhere inside of her, a familiar voice whispered the name, 'suicide gorge.' She pushed it quickly from her mind. Pace still swift, it wasn't long before the sounds of wildy thrashing waters came to her. She went closer still, until the sound enveloped her. Eyes narrowing, she gazed sleepily across the border, paws still sauntering slowly. Suddenly the ground beneath her became smooth, and below her was a large charcoal stone. She could see just a whisker's twitch away that moss had overgrown it, so she padded forward and made herself comfortable in the green.

xx in gentle greens we stand s i d e by s i d e xx


Her sunset and white pelt quickly warmed, sending what felt like sunlight through her veins. She stretched, and rested her head down. Closing her clover eyes, she let herself be carried away into a daydream of warmth and memories. . .

xx i'll do the s a m e xx