Icekit.

[White]

Havenheart sat at the edge of the looking pool, the wind rustling her fur. It was night-fall and Havenheart was, awake. Havenheart peered into the still water, quietly bubbling in circles and of course, saw herself. A single tear left her eye. Glistening as it fell silently into the churning water. The trees were still and the reeds swayed with her saddness.
'Who am I?' She asked herself. A long time ago, Havenheart had lost a kit to a fox. Then, clouded with grief, shut herself from the world. She was going to name this kit Icekit for the kits icy white fur. Then came the death of her mother and father, what a pity. She layed at the edge and outstretched a paw so it only just touched the water.


Quietly watching the dark water ripple. It filled her heart with sadness but the aching was ceased by the thought of a loving clan. 'No! I am being selfish! I must let go of my grief!' She told herself. Silverpelt twinkeled in the moonlight and the air smelt of fresh herbs and dirt. Then appeared the image of Icekit, and her beautiful white fur, glimmering and sparkling.Havenheart got up and padded to the edge of the black river and lapped up some icy water and curled up. She thought of her kit-hood, her mother and father. She couldn't bring up the thought of her tiny helpless kit. 'I will have a new family! ' the grief struck her heart once more, and with tiny pittyful mewls, she layed down and stared into the water again. She'd come here once before and saw her mother and father but this time, it was personal!

[мυsε★]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=dfd0b3] There is death. He could smell it, yet from the scent it was an older thought about form of death. Crowsnarl had barely been awake before the unique scent hit his glands, but one would say he's only insane. There is no real way to know someone is thinking of death is there? The lithe midnight bodice slid from the crevice of rocks he'd coiled within during the night hours. It was long into the day by now it seemed and the tom who had no clan, no dreams, simply tugged himself forward in hopes of finding something like prey. Yes, prey was always so delightful. Pale yellow eyes blinked forward at the she-cat who settled herself by the water's edge. Keen eyes they were he inspected her bodice, his nostrils absorbing the individual she-cat's scent and collecting her clan's as well. Surely, he shouldn't have been surprised, many clan cats wandered into this land rather than other loner lands. They looked into the pool like fools gazing within in hopes of the dead. Crowsnarl maybe strange or odd, and a little insane at moments but he knew dead meant dead there was no pathway or surely he'd have found it already. The clear lifeless drop that fell from her gently furred face stirred his eyes into action as they groped and searched her body in hopes of a familiar memory of this cat for he had once belonged to her clan. His scent no longer carried that of his clan, and his fur though while somewhat clean was matted in several places. Scars and bouts of fur missed in several spots along his frame. He was no longer Crowsnarl, he was simply Crow. As the loners called him, the scavenger of death's embrace. Surely, the tom never expected to feel like an outcast among loners. Once they had met him and saw his odd ways and speech, they immediately cast him aside. Often chasing him away from group gatherings such as hunting groups. He'd return after they left to pluck at the corpses of their prey attempting to chew off any meat that still clung to the bones while having a conversation with the dead creature all at the same time. Insane, yes, but not always was it this way. RiverClan, ah, the place of his home that as well cast him out. While no RiverClanners actually knew this it was true, most thought he had either been killed outside of clan lands or simply run away like the coward they thought him to be. Those were the minds of his clan then, simple. The thought brought a lowly growl to his throat but he halted the sound padding toward the she-cat. 'Do the dead dare haunt you?' The ghostly figure's maw seemed to twitch along the corners before bowing into a smile, the first he had commanded in moons now. Crowsnarl's paws drifted him closer to the she-cat but he dare not get to close, his bodice drifting into the shadow of an overhanging rock. 'The dead, so loud, screaming. All they do is think of themselves--rather, my lady, how do you fair this day? What brings you to the lands of mourning and rabble?' The tip of his ebony tail flickered out from the shadows to wave into the sunlight, his voice ever so soft and gentle despite the strange words that lulled from the depths. find me along the shattered stones

[White]

Havenheart shook head, hackles raised and turned around to meet the watcher,slid her claws out and sniffed the air and growled, "Crowsnarl!" Havenheart yowled and breifly touched noses in greeting, her fur flatening back down. A akwardness crept onto Havenheart as she shifted uncomfertably onto her back paws. "How've you been? Where were you? We gotta tell Jadestar!" Havenheart bounced joyfully then upruptedly quieted herself. "Sit!" Havenheart licked his shoulder as she sat next to the black tom. "Why did you leave?" Havenheart whispered silently. Tears threatening her eyes but blinked them away. "You left us! You should have consulted Jadestar! I'm so very dissapointed," Havenheart explained sadly. The breeze blew of Crowsnarls arrival. "What have you been doing?"

[мυsε★]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=dfd0b3] The dark tom hadn't expected the female's hackles to rise with aggrssion but as her eyes lay upon him, he heard the yowl of greeting from her small lips. "Crowsnarl!" Before he had a moment to collect his memory, his mind, the female rushed forward touching her nose to his. The ex-warrior's hind-limbs seemed to stumble backwards where he fell ever so gently onto his rear with a soft oof falling from his lips. "How've you been? Where were you? We gotta tell Jadestar!" At this the male's golden eyes seemed to expand in utter shock. He didn't want anyone to know he existed. He hadn't know this warrior would know him. No, word of him was not to reach RiverClan. Instead the tom sat vigil as the female had commanded of him, his paws stubbed against the brittle grass in a kneading motion as he thought. No, they must not. "Why did you leave?"--"You left us! You should have consulted Jadestar! I'm so very disappointed," Blinking hard under dark and empty lashes, Crowsnarl thought of his former name. Of his brother Stonybrook, and his elder sister Foxscream. No he could not return. She had to leave. She had to go home. He could not cause the clan more pain nor concern. Deep within his chest his heart seemed to twist and worm as if dodging the blows of a determined knife. 'RiverClan, hm,' The tom murmured the two words thoughtfully as if turning them over in his mind. The tip of the tom's tail seemed to flutter over his forepaws with a slanted frown. 'I'm an outcast in your clan, and under true law which all of you follow, was given rite to leave and find salvation, you must not speak of my life. Must not speak my name,' ...for you have no idea what will befall you shall the wrong ears here. The tom knew he should have finished his sentance, but instead Crowsnarl's ebony crown turned toward the sky and finally back to the water of the pool. 'I live amongst others like me, loners, rogues, ragged cats. A clan is no place for me as many have said, but...what of Runningstar, you said Jadestar..' The tom whispered the words softly, his paws grinding against the grass in concern. Did...death befall? Perhaps, things were worse than he thought, perhaps, oh StarClan, was it already to late. 'You should go home, Havenheart, it's not safe here for you. Leave the dead where they lay, and return home, remain silent for the devils lurk in golden fur aflame with an unbridled passion for death and lore,' Crowsnarl's voice seemed to crack with hints of sadness, his golden eyes searching the dark recesses for signs of any other cats. Fear. It was thick now. Death was soon to follow. find me along the shattered stones

[White]

Havenheart knew of Crowsnarl, he was a nice black tom, "Oh..... Runningstar has....left us..... he is in the paws of starclan now," Havenheart looked up at the fluffy white clouds arising from the early morn. Runningstar was not the most favorited leader of hers in Havenhearts perspective. Jadestar was a much more livlier cat. ' With all do respect Runningstar ' Havenheart thought, her fluffy gray tail twitching. "Well," Havenheart said playfully, "You have nothing to worry about that old flea bag anymore with the upmost respect Runningstar!" Havenheart chuckled and got to her feet and sniffed Crowsnarl, well, Crow.

" I am most serious that you should enjoy some company! I have come here before and i have been fine." Havenheart purred lightly and chuckled. " Do you want to talk?" Havenheart asked quietly, uprising the issues clouded on Crows face. " Your so very puzzling Crowsnarl, When i was a kit, my mother told me when you just can't win, try, try again. Yes, Havenheart knew this cat, Very gentle but mysterious.

" Jadestar is kind, for whatever reason if you tell her the story she will make fair judgement!" Havenheart explained, "It may be none of my buisness but i would love to help, and you can't keep things locked up inside. You must let them flow and relieve yourself, that makes sense doesn't it?" Havenheart returned to her spot, " If you would like to move for us to talk then thats ok with me, I am there for you Crow, i am sure alot of other clan cats wouldn't say the same for whatever reason," Havenheart told Crowsnarl. Sniffing at the mucky ground and a quick chest lick, awaiting his answer.


"Your not different. Your unique. In all our different ways, we are all unique."

[мυsε★]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=dfd0b3] The tom couldn't believe what he was hearing, SALVATION? No, there was no such thing for him now. He should have listened, should have obeyed. Now death followed at his heels a dark and mysterious shadow lurking ever more. Bright golden orbs fluttered wildly expected that shadow to slip forward and tear the female's throat out before his very eyes to feel her warm scarlet blood against his pelt. No, there was no salvation, he'd given that up. He'd given it all up. There was nothing left for him anymore besides quiet roaming. The tom was growing truly weary now, his paws gently kneading at the ground with a growing concern. This was not safe. Not safe. Death, not safe. The words were screamed into his empty mind echoing against the surfaces to reflect at even a higher pitch this time around. 'Undeserving of salvation, wronged clan, wronged siblings, wronged, wrong. You go, must go.' the tom's words were twisted but his head jerked his voice spiting into a growl, his golden eyes turning into dark slits, his haunches rocking off the ground to pace in front of the she-cat. The ebony fur on his back standing on end as he glanced from her to the cave like entrance not to far off. 'Believe me, maiden, Crow is sorry, but belongs in shadows lest the golden one cause more scarlet to befall, it was, it was indeed, the scarlet clawed one.' The tom mumbled quietly, his tail sinking into the dirt his face contorted with both sadness, fear, and concern. He didn't wish RiverClan harm, but he was the only loose end, the only one who could possibly know. Oh, there was a traitor, and if he returned RiverClan would never be the same. His paws stomped the ground harm, black claws sinking into the red dirt that gathered around the water. 'Please go, and take care of my brother.' The tom murmured, his muzzle gently pushing into her side toward the way home. find me along the shattered stones