life as we know it [owlwing]

[JEOPARDY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]life can do terrible things[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443]things had happened so quickly that it almost seemed like a blur to her. the first meeting with pinestep that had allowed everything to really take root between them - the first confrontation they had since the day her brother tried to kill him with her as a witness - as a bystander. it had been the first meeting with anyone since she had left the clan arguably with her brother after the incident even though she had done nothing wrong...besides stand by in shock and she didn't help. and then the second meeting between them, when he had come looking for her. beyond everything she could've dreamed, the tom had come looking for her. now, lilith was not a very emotional gal. she kept her emotions locked up in a tiny box in the back of her heart. the only feline who had ever seen the truth in her beside pinestep that day had been her sister owlwing. but somehow the tom had chipped away at her enough that she started to reveal everything she buried deep inside. she told him how she wanted nothing but kits and hoe he had been of some interest in that area for her. a serious relationship was never a requirement for her as long as she got kits. the two of them had gotten caught up in the moment and although they knew the consequences of their actions, of what this might mean for him specifically...well, they still got caught in the moment it's safe to say. she had avoided pinestep and thunderclan in general for a bit. she had wanted to know for sure that she was carrying before she ran into him again. everyday had been in torture as she awaited for the signs. this is what she had been waiting for for as long as she could remember. she might not always be the most upfront feline about her feelings, she might not even care all that much about others (when the truth was she just doesn't trust many felines, especially most toms which made the whole thing between her and pinestep stump her like the most unsolvable puzzle she's eve faced), but this is what she meant to be - a mother. some are born as warriors, some are born to be medicine cats. hell, even some are born to lead the clan. but then there are felines like her. the ones that are meant to live in the nursery. she had always dreamed of being a queen in the clan, nursery her kits and watching the litter before grow into apprentices and then warriors that she could be proud of. she had always dreamed that that could be the best service she could provide not only to herself, but to the clan. and then loki ruined it all. the black and white she-cat sighed, shaking her tail and sitting down, gazing around the territory. "well," she murmured to herself as she felt a kit kick in her belly, and her tail through instincts wrapped around the swelling. "dreams are just dreams. i will have my kits it turns out, but perhaps not my happily ever after. but who ever gets exactly what they dreamed of?" [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] owlwing
words[/color] five hundred and forty words
notes[/color] this takes place before the full season jump when she's still pregnant[/style]

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The she-cat had been out on a hunting patrol, but she had veered off on her own. It was much easier for her to catch prey when she was by herself. Scents were easier to come by and she didn’t have to worry about her other clanmates startling her or whatever prey it was that she found. She found that most people also liked to hunt on their own as long as they came back together in the end.

Owlwing trusted her clanmates to abide by the warrior code and not eat any prey before first feeding their elders and queens. Now the season was Greenleaf and that task wasn’t asking for much. Prey was as plentiful as it ever was going to be and it was rare that one went hungry for long. When Leafbare came around the story was different, but there were still a few moons before she had to think about that.

Owlwing’s nose twitched as a scent she didn’t recognize as prey or ThunderClan came upon her nose. It was definitely another cat, that much she was sure of. It didn’t smell of any of the other clans. It was a rogue scent. One that was vaguely familiar to her. It reminded her of her sister, Blackfur. There was no way it was her. It had been so many moons since she’d last seen the she-cat. Her sister had left without turning back; there was no way that she could be back now. Blackfur wouldn’t have come back. The she-cat would have known how dangerous it was to come onto clan territory, she was an outcast and banished. It wasn’t Blackfur. She simply recognized the scent because this rouge had been on ThunderClan territory before. It was time to chase out what didn’t belong here.

As her thoughts continued, her feet carried her towards the sources of the scent. Her paws lightly treaded across the ground and her body was low to the ground. Owlwing was trying to be as quiet as she possibly could as to not scare the intruder until she scared it enough so it never came back. When she could tell she was close, she moved her paws slowly.

The she-cat peeked out from behind a tree and saw the body of a black and white queen just sitting there. Her voice was caught in her throat. It was her. It was really her. No matter how much the scent was diluted, Owlwing had recognized her. Even if she wanted to deny it, there was no way she could because it was actually her and she was a queen. The she-cat knew her sister had always wanted kits and now she was going to get one. The ThunderClan warrior was happy for her, but what was she doing back on ThunderClan territory. She was in danger. If Owlwing wouldn’t have been the one to find her, Blackfur probably would have been seriously injured right now.

The she-cat stepped out from behind the tree, the words she wanted to say not coming out. “B-blackfur…” her choked out word finally managed to come out from her throat. “You…you’re…back?” Her feet were frozen to the ground. She wanted to run up to her sister and push her face in the fur of the cat that she’d missed so much. But, what if this was just her mind playing tricks on her? This cat might not actually be her sister and she could have just been longing for the other she-cat. Her eyes were really seeing this, though. It might have been many, many moons, but that was definitely her sister, no matter how much she couldn’t comprehend it.

ooc: sorry if this is bad :c been a couple months since i've done warriors </3

[JEOPARDY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]life can do terrible things[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443]the sound of her name snapped her from her private thoughts. but it wasn't just the sound of her name, it was sound of her name. the voice that had spoken was as familiar to her as her own. it was a voice that she would listen to on the darkest nights and even the brightest days. it was a voice that had always soothed her and lead her down the path to do what's right, despite the fact that outwardly she out off the aura that she'd do what as wrong. it was the voice of the she-cat that knew her better than anyone else ans the voice of the she-cat she trusted more than anyone else in the voice. more importantly, it was the last voice she heard before she left the clan - the one voice that had tried to get her to stay. the one voice that had probably cared what happened to her after she left. the only voice till pinestep came along into her life again. lilith, she wanted to say. my name is lilith, but the words got caught in her voice. to hear her old name now, when she was pregnant and still thinking about the life she had once wanted in service to her clan. the mention of blackfur from owlwing made shame wash over her in a way that it never would have when pinestep had said back during their first meeting - even when he compared her new name to a kittypet's. there was something powerful stirring in her every moment she was around owlwing, even though very little had even happened. “you…you’re…back?” those words startled her out of her frozen state of shock at seeing her sister again after all these moons and she let out a deep breath. "i wouldn't say i'm back...i just...," what should she say? she came here to try and find pinestep, to let the tom know that he would be a father whether or not he planned to be one. she figured that he had the right to know that kits were on the way and he could think be their arrangement a little more. but she could never tell owlwing that. it would be obvious enough at this point that she was pregnant but she ouldn't tell her sister who the father was. she loved owlwing and she would never want to put her in the position of having to decide between her, her clan, and especially not pinestep. the deputy was in a sticky situation right now. she should never have come around here. "i was just coming for a walk. a walk through old memories. is that really so wrong?" she looked her dear sister over for a moment before her eyes went down to her swelling belly. of course it was wrong. thunderclan would chase her out kits or no kits if they wrong feline had caught her in their territory. as far as anyone beside pinestep and owlwing were concerned, she was a traitor by association if not by cause. her eyes trailed back up to the she-cat and her eyes hardened as they usually did around a feline she showed her mask to - showed a side of her that wasn't really her - the false her. she knew as soon as she put the mask on that owlwing would see through it - her sister was one of the few felines that could always see the real, but it was an instinct. it was an instinct for her when she was worried about herself or something else to bring it up and make herself appear stronger than she was and to try and intimidate others into believing what she wanted them to believe. even when the truth was, deep inside she wasn't as secure as she wanted to be. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] owlwing
words[/color] six hundred forty-eight
notes[/color] <3[/style]

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Owlwing wanted to tell her that no, it wasn’t wrong for her to want to do that, but she couldn’t say it because it was wrong. Blackfur had chosen to leave ThunderClan and that meant that she was to leave the territory and never come back no matter how much she had wanted to. The warrior had longed to see her sister again, but this meeting was forbidden no matter how much the other she-cat meant to her.

Owlwing didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if it was another cat that found her. If it was Stonestar or Pinestep they would chase her out with no hesitation despite the fact that her belly was large with kits. But, no matter how much loyalty Owlwing felt towards the clan, she wasn’t going to do that. In the clan or outside of the clan, this cat was her sister and she was no threat to ThunderClan, especially with those kits.

With a few more steps, Owlwing came to sit a few tail-lengths away from her sister. “You and I may not think it’s wrong, but I’m not so sure the leader and deputy would agree. I know you had no part in the plan against Pinestep all those moons ago, but they don’t know that. You…and your kits, aren’t safe here. You’re my sister, though, so I can’t chase you away. Not now, not ever.” Even if her sister wasn’t pregnant, Owlwing wouldn’t have chased her out. It had been too many moons and she had thought of her sister often. The she-cat was definitely glad to know that everything was okay with her sister.

The warrior let out a small purr as she looked at her sister, the fond memories of their time together in the clan before everything went sour floated through her head. Owlwing wanted to ask Blackfur if she had had any contact with their brother, but she held her tongue. She didn’t want to seem as if she didn’t trust the other she-cat, because she did. She was just curious as to how he was no that he had gotten himself and their sister out of ThunderClan. Even if she wasn’t happy with her brother, she didn’t hate him. Though, if it had been him she had found today, and not their sister, she wouldn’t have even stopped to ask how he had been doing. Owlwing would have chased him off right away. The difference between Blackfur and Runningstorm was that the she-cat could be trusted while the tom couldn’t. Owlwing wasn’t going to let these thoughts distract her now. Her sister was sitting in front of her and she had so much to ask; so much to talk about.

She started with a simple question. “How have you been?” Then there was a short pause before she continued. “I see you finally have those kits that you wanted. I hope their father has treated you well.” Owlwing wanted to ask who the father was, but a name would make no difference. The cat was probably a loner or rouge, not one that the clan cat would know. That didn’t stop her from wanting to meet the tom, though. Nor did it stop her from wanting to meet the kits when they were born, but that was only a fantasy that Owlwing would never be able to fulfill. This was probably the last time she would be able to meet with her sister. That thought alone made the she-cat’s heart pang with a sadness greater than when her sister left the clan for the first time.

[JEOPARDY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]life can do terrible things[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443; text-transform: lowercase;]when it became obvious - even more obvious than it should have been - that the other she-cat didn't plan to chase her out, lilith lowered her guard a little and she relaxed. she flinched slightly when the other she-cat mentioned the deputy and how pinestep would have chased he out if he had found her instead of her sister, and memories from their first meeting since the alleged attack came to mind. she remembered how angry he had been at first, only to calm down and tell her that he could never chase her out - that he couldn't harm her. what was it with these felines? her sister she could understand...but pinestep should have chased her away the moment he laid eyes on her. and then her sister's words flowed through her: "You’re my sister, though, so I can’t chase you away. Not now, not ever” and she smiled at her sister. she forgot how much she missed owlwing. she would have been the only reason she would have stayed in the clan all those moons, despite the fact that everyone thought she was guilty of something she hadn't committed. she missed the old days when things had been simpler...fact is, she missed the days she lived in thunderclan. even though she had never had that many friends, she missed the simplicity of it, of being able to hang out wit her sister without feeling guilty and being able to find a tom to father her kits without worrying about him loosing his position in the clan. granted, if it had been any other tom besides pinestep...well, she doubted it would matter as much. felines got over that kind of thing eventually...but pinestep would always be in danger of loosing his position as deputy and if he ever did loose it...well, she would feel horrible about bring that down on him. he had been a good tom for the position, she always had thought that. better than her brother, that much was for sure. “I see you finally have those kits that you wanted. I hope their father has treated you well.” lilith looked up at the she-cat as she spoke again and for a moment, she faltered before she buckled herself down again and mewed, "I've been well, thank you, Owlwing." she smiled as she looked down at her belly, feeling the pleasure of life finally growing in there and the promise that soon, very soon, she'll have kits of her own to watch grow up and guide. she figured as long as she didn't give away anything that might hint that the father was in thunderclan - despite the fact that she was pregnant and coming through thunderclan territory - she might get through his meeting without letting on the father's identity. owlwing might be her sister, but she was loyal to the clan as well. "As for the father...yes, he did treat me very well." she smiled as she looked up at the she-cat and added, "and i suppose this means you'll finally be an aunt...," and loki an uncle, she thought to herself. she didn't have any intentions in having her kits ever meet the dark tom whose ambitions were outrageous. she knew that his presence in their life would only taint them like it had tainted her. the chances hat they would turn out as pure as owlwing was slim, especially since lilith was their mother and she had never been a hundred percent loyal to the clan. one reason it was so easy for the clan to believe, she suspected, that she had tried to help her brother at some point. "How does that feel?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood and get the conversation to drift away from her and the father. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] owlwing
words[/color] six hundred forty
notes[/color] <3[/style]

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