A Life Gone Up In [Flames] {open}

[Ash Firestar]

What do you do

++ Ash stumbled up to the stream. Of course. That's where he always landed, at some bloody stream or in some bloody forest. He sighed and glared at his reflection in the river, he knew that he would never be the same. He always seemed to get in the most terrible situations. He sighed again, still glaring at his reflection. "Get yourself together old chap," he told himself, "unfortunately, this isn't the end." Ash, he had always been so nice and so charming to everybody and everything he'd ever met or come across. What had he gotten in return? A broken heart and some hatred. Karma didn't agree with him. Maybe he wasn't ment to be in the world, why had he been put here? Maybe that stupid cat Indigo was right, maybe there isn't such a thing as fate or destiny. I was just so retarded for bringing it up. He hated himself now. He screamed in frustration and nothing. He did not deserve to live. It wasn't worth it.

++ His life had already been horrible from the start. First off, his father hated him, his sister was the princess, and his mother was stupid enough to love him. He'd been snatched by animal control and trown and tossed around in a cage, meeting the nicest girl only to let her slip from his paws. He'd left her all alone and helpless, why hadn't he rescued her after? He was so selfish, he had only cared about himself until he met Indigo. He'd cared about Indigo, he'd been "her shoulder", he'd taught her that sometimes the truth is better than living in a life of lies. That bloody tom didn't even know who she really was, what she had been through. He growled. Was he jelous? Was Ash Firestar truely jelous? Yes. He admited it, yes, he was jelous. He plopped down by the river bank, his grey and black fur blowing lightly in the soft breeze, his light blue eyes were saddened and filled with an unknown hatred for all life. He would never meet anybody sweet and nice again, never know what friendship is and never know what it feels like to be loved. A small tear fell down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. It was a shame to cry at a time like this.

++ "I tried too hard, and got too far. But in the end, it didn't really matter." He said and plopped into a laying position. His head rested gently on his paws. His claws out and digging into the soil in a stressed way. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't just lay there. He wasn't a she-cat either, he didn't need support of others. He didn't need friends. He certainly didn't need love. Love, ha! That's just another way to give your life to be squeezed and tortured by somebody you don't really know. Love is just some missused feeling that nobody truely has, that nobody truely wants. He shrugged, love was stupid. Just some stupid feeling he didn't need. He looked at the ground, his claws had dug deep trenches in the brown dirt. He stood up and went to the river's edge, lowered his head to the water and slurped down water, fresh and cool water. That made him feel a bit better, he layed down by the river, listening to the small waves. It was so peaceful now. The noise lulled him to a nice drowsy state.

++ He couldn't let himself sleep. Certainly not now. He shrugged and sat up, watching the water. Why was everything so peaceful here when so many terrible things were going on around it? That was another one of life's complicated mysteries to be unlocked in time, but for now, all Ash could do was wonder.

When you think it's the end,
But it truely couldn't be?

[osprey]

A thin breeze swept though the charcoal fur, blowing it slightly. Only a breeze. The feline was constantly reminding himself. Osprey had expierienced terrible storms in the past, and memories about gales and high winds had always haunted him. His ears pricked up, alert and he recognised the splashes and crashes of travelling water. Not a great amount, but enough nonetheless. Opening his jaws slightly to waft in the scents, he stopped in his tracks as he realized the fresh smell of another tom. Not one he knew, either.

His thoughts lingered on what had happened recently, he was trying to cope with this strange new town; it was an enormous change from his previous residence. And after travelling alone for a while, he was beginning to fell uncomfortable among so many cats. He had met two cats so far, a tom and a diminutive she-cat. The tom had shown a friendliness Osprey had apprieciated - but inwardly he knew not all cats were like that: especially toms. He winced at the memories of his kittenhood. Better not go there... Now, the she-cat. She was something to think about. Although most cats would class her as a 'kitten' (especially at a first glance) she was older than she seemed.

The shadow of a cat continued to weave around the occasional obstacle as he thought. Lilly was a great cat, very pretty too now that he thought of it... With a shake of his head, Osprey rapidly pushed any thoughts out of his mind. He couldn't be thinking about his friends when he was supposed to be concentrating on finding some water! His throat felt dry and week, it was about a day since he had last refreshed himself with water.

As he pushed through a gap (much too small for an entrance, but he was getting desperate) his amber eyes lit up as they gazed upon the stream. Osprey also acknowledged the silver and black tom sitting by the riverbank. Cautiously, he stepped out into the open. He didn't seek to challenge the other feline, so he avoided his gaze and set his vision firmly to the ground in front of him. He crouched beside the stream a few cat-legnths from Ash, and began to drink. Once he was finished, he lay back on the shore.

Inwardly, he wasn't sure whether or not he should speak to this cat. He didn't want to provoke a fight, or hurt Ash's feelings. Osprey was unusually sensative at times and he sure could snap at his enimies..

ooc:; I hope you don't mind Osprey. I just saw that nobody had replied for a while...

[Ash Firestar]

++ The silver tome lifted his head, a first scent since coming to the river. Tom. He looked around with blue glass-like eyes, then the scent wafted in his mouth again, it was far off. He sighed with relief. He felt like he was being watched, which sent a shiver down his spine. He sat up, being prepared to whatever the nearing tom threw at him. Now he knew that he could not predict everything, and he certainly did not know everything. He was getting closer.

++ He looked to where the very strong scent was coming from, waiting for a cat to prance out. Finally, after a few minutes, he did come out; actually, he slunk out. The tom was as black as a shadow as he slunk out of the bushes, Ash's blue eyes stared coldly into the tom's amber ones as he acknowledged him. He relaxed a little. After all he'd been through, of course he'd be angry. The other tom went over to the river, lowered his head and drank from the river. And looked up at Ash, wondering if he should say something, Ash decided to say something. "I swear, I'm not gonna kill you." He said with sarcasm. Noting some fear of what Ash would do to the other tom by his look. He grinned and waited for what the tom would say to that.

[osprey]

Sometimes the hardest thing in a situation is to prevent yourself from laughing. Osprey is one cat who is amused easily, by literally anything. Even though he would snarl, growl and hiss and any cats he disliked, he took a strong liking to cats who could make him laugh.

A black head twisted towards Ash, as Osprey returned the grin, attempting (and failing) to prevent himself from laughing. "Well, now I know," he purred. He faltered for a few seconds. "I'm Osprey, Osprey Coldenwing," he introduced himself rapidly. He daren't ask this cat his name, as nice as he seemed, he knew how some cats felt about revealing their names. To add to his cautiousness, he had realized some tension when he first entered the clearing. Maybe this cat was angry about something. Of course, the inky black tom knew that this silver tabby could confide in him, but of course it was obvious that the stranger didn't know that.

Well, now that he didn't have any urgent needs Osprey was confident that he could relax. Guilt still burdened him of course, guilt towards his mother, and his siblings especially. He had lost them. He was always the powerful one, he was the one that would beat off a rogue cat that enjoyed the taste of feline flesh. Aswell as being guilty, he was worried - he had no idea what had happened to them. The black tom glanced at the floor: he needed to forget about them if he ever wanted to earn a secure and comfortable life.

Thinking about it, he did have a future here. He had two cats he might call 'friends' already, (especially that she-cat,) and he had just encountered this friendly-looking tom. Osprey was quite confident now that he could find food and water here, and shelter wouldn't be a problem either. His loneliness was dwindling, he just needed to survive until he could settle down somewhere. A secure den, food and water in easy acsess, a few kittens perhaps. He striked out that thought from his mind. He loved kittens, but he couldn't have them on his own.

Inwardly, Osprey dreamed of a family more than anything...

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Admin's Note on August 25th: This thread is now being locked and archived. We'll say they talked a bit but remained probably more acquaintances then friends but you guys can figure that out.