SO complicated [ open ]

[osprey]

Osprey's paws ached. He'd set off that morning, as soon as he had enough light. What influenced him to climb a mountain? Maybe it was the colours of the rising sun, swirling into a spiral painting at the summit. Maybe it was just because he had nothing else to do with his life. His problems were building up and up, and he didn't know who he was in the world. He'd kept out of the way for the last couple of months, avoiding others of his own kind as much as possible... It would only end in more heartbreak! His life had been like a rollercoaster when he did speak to other cats.. He remembered the last time. Osprey had met two she cats by Thornton Stream, and pretty much fallen for one of them. His heart was torn when she admitted she really didn't want a relationship between the two of them... But Ozzy had missed one very important thing. The other she cat liked him, but he never noticed her feelings towards him. After that, he'd jumped into the stream and let it carry him away.

His mind impossibly muddled, more than ever before. He sighed as he raised one heavy paw. Placing it on another rocky ledge, he pulled himself up. Osprey was slightly hungry - not starving - but he would gladly accept a meal if it was offered. His mind wandered as he leapt up once again. Did any cats live here? There was the scent of unfamiliar felines in the air, but he wasn't used to this lower amount of oxygen, so he couldn't be sure. He tried to decide whether he wanted to meet another cat. When he had arrived at Nenbrook, many long months ago, he'd met some amazing friends. Cats that made his life worth living. The sun was only a subtly visible glow, cloaked by a blanket of clouds. It was evening and somehow the rain had held off since he'd started his journey. Osprey's ears twisted around on his head as he heard a short, high pitched call. Curious, he poked his head around a corner, and saw a thin bird with brown-grey feathers, perched on the edge of a stone ledge.

The feline's eyes glittered as he slipped into the shadows, using his charcoal pelt to camouflage. His paws swept across the rock without a sound as he made his way down the slope. When he was a few pawsteps away from the creature, he silently prepared, crouching down. He leaned back before pushing himself into a huge leap. There was another loud squark as his paws slammed into its side and his claws slit its throat. Osprey tried to skid to a stop, but his paws slipped across the rock, cutting his pads, and he tumbled off the edge, collapsing onto the hard ledge below. He groaned, lifted himself to his paws. He was slightly bruised, but otherwise unhurt. He looked up, judging how he'd gone wrong. He'd approached the bird from the wrong side, if he'd come at it differently he would have fallen into a gentle slope.

He bent down to take a bite of the bird. Osprey devoured it quickly, before deciding to stop for today. He was about 2/3 of the way up the mountain, and would continue the next day. Sighing deeply, he wandered over to a cave formed out of the sharp rocks that made up the mountain. He laid down on the cold stone floor, looking out into the world.

Ozzy had no idea what he was going to after he'd climbed the mountain. What was there to make his life worth living anyway?

ooc:; Poor Oz. <3 Hehe, this is my first roleplay in quite a while, so sorry about the bad quality. xD

[Stellar Snowpaw]

The dawning light. It was so beautiful. The colors, the pastel colors that coordinated so perfectly. The way the sun, in it's full glory, rising from the horizon, fit perfectly in the painting of the dawn's early light. It was perfect. As perfect as can be on such a day as this. All this color, all this beauty, all the perfection, it all made Stellar's head spin. How could he be so miserable when it was such a beautiful day, a perfect day, a wonderful day. But in his heart, he wished it wold rain. He wished it would pour wash away this beauty, this happiness. Make life miserable again. How could the birds sing when he was like this? How could those squirrels bound and leap when his head was hung low? How could that sun rise with all its fantastic shine, all its magnificent beauty, when Stellar sulked and trudged his way up the mountain? How could Stellar be sad on a day like this? How could all this color not cheer him up? How could the rays of the shining orb touching his back not warm his heart? Not bring happiness? Not make him smile? How could he be thinking of what he was thinking? How could he think of suicide?

It all started with her. And then him. Stellar whipped his head around. Don't think about them. he said to himself. They don't think about you. But he wished they would thin about him, feel sorry for him, at least for a second, one fleeting moment where they would sympathize for his pour soul, his pour, dreary soul with no one to love, to hold, to care for. But how could he, when he looked like this? This tumbling, mumbling mess of a male. Of a once-loved soul who ruined all chances of ever, ever returning to... Her.

Slowly, inch by inch, Stellar made his way up the mountain. He heard a bird call. He didn't know what kind of bird, but he made his way toward the sound. He was almost there, almost... His haunches bunched up, knotted, he was about to spring, when he saw a flash of black, and the bird was gone. Stellar just stayed in his hunter's punce, thinking the bird would come back, that flash of black was just his imagination, the sun was playing tricks on him. But it didn't. He closed his eyes, opened them, and still, it was gone.

The smell of blood and warm meat wandered over to him; he drank the smell in. There was another smell. Cat. Tom. And it wasn't Ash. Which was good, but there were so many cats in this area, it could be some tom with a touchy attitude or something, but, as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. He wandered up the mountain, following the non-Ash scent, when he saw the feline. A charcoal black male, slightly above him, going up the mountain. He seemed troubled, the way he seemed to huff when he took a step. Maybe he was one of those cats that was a good comforter, or maybe he needed to be comforted. All Stellar knew was that it was a cat, and Stellar needed someone to talk to. He thought he would go crazy if he didn't. So slowly, he made his way up to the tom, trying to make enough noise so the tom would here him, know it was a cat, and not run away. But then he saw that tail.

Sometimes you see something and you don't know you saw it until you blink. Stellar's stomach saw that tail. That small, hairless tail of a rat. He nose felt it. His mouth tasted it. And then, finally, his eyes saw it. He crouched into the hunter's crouch, and waited for it to get out from under that rock. First the back feet, then the stomach. Stellar flexed his claws, waiting, watching. Then the front feet. He could go now. But he waited. The head. Then Stellar sprung. He felt something beneath him. Something small. When we back up off it, he saw what he had "killed." The rat had gotten away, and Stellar's "prey" was but a stick, a fallen twig from a nearby juniper tree. There was a rat, but Stellar hadn't gotten it. He cursed under his breath. And made his way toward the tom.

Would he speak? Stellar brought himself behind the tom and cleared his throat. "Hello."

OOC: CRAPPY POST!!! CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT! Anyway, I tried. x33 My first post in a long time. x33;;