Blazzingblood[[Open, please post]]

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Blazzingblood padded into the clearing, his head sagging low. He diddn't know who he was... He set a tittle of being the biggest and baddest, and now... look where it has brough him. Nowhere. Why was this happening to him? these visions... these things. His kits, and his mate don't like him. everythng, wrong. He was 10 moons now... What was wrong with this? Oh yes, he had injured, severly many cats, and killed one brutally... and alone. He sat down, hopeing no one would see him. he hadn't hunted in days, and he was growing thin. Not to mention his illness that no cat could cure. evrything had to wrong for him. Things... were just going down hill. A tear manage to seep through his wall of blazzing fur. Blazzingblood, was nearly finished.

[[.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.]]

(( Aww. "Blazzingblood was nearly finished." ))

Falcon padded through camp, his jaws empty. He had just returned from yet another unsuccessful hunting trip. He knew losing his sight in the battle with ThunderClan, when his eyes had been scratched and he had been blinded for good in only a matter of heartbeats, would be difficult; it would change his life forever. But he didn't know it would alter things this much. He felt like a helpless, newborn kit, or a weak elder - anything that couldn't support the Clan he deserved to be called. He couldn't hunt; he couldn't patrol; he couldn't even stand guard near the camp entrance without being able to see. And his hearing and smell weren't strong enough to replace his vision. He had been training himself to use those two senses to imagine his surroundings, hoping that just maybe he would succeed and he'd become useful again. But he never did succeed. He had to face it; losing his sight had just made him a burden to the Clan, and when you're in RogueClan, not being able to serve the Clan in any way is the worst thing possible - if he hadn't been so close to Darkness previously, Falcon would've been slaughtered like prey for becoming blind. He had been one of the few lucky cats who had gotten out of it alive . . .

He parted his jaws to drink in the scents of the RogueClan camp. Much to his delight, Falcon almost immediately knew that the fresh-kill pile was low just by smelling the air drifting towards him from the stack of prey. But of course that just brought back the realization that he was no longer a Clan warrior, but just a heavy weight the others were forced to go out of their way to support. He felt pathetic. He felt like a kit with every bone in its puny body broken.

Falcon also detected the familiar tang of his friend, Blazzingblood. Recently they had had many quarrels, but maybe talking to each other more frequently would smooth things out. He hoped that, at least, as he casually walked up to the other tom and meowed, "Hi there, Blazzingblood." He tried to keep his voice as solemn and low as possible, as if making an effort not to sound like a kit either. "How's the prey been running?" He resisted snorting, It's been running away from me, not wanting to talk about himself right after asking his friend a question.

As he waited for Blazzingblood's answer, Falcon's mind wandered; first to the chaotic battle in the ThunderClan camp, then to the painful clawing of his eyes, and then to the black cloud that had swirled around him when he became blind. He had seen the cats of StarClan around him in a grassy, starlit clearing. He had . . . spoken to them. Now he was sure that StarClan truly did exist, and his faith in the four Clans' warrior ancestors grew ever stronger. He had his beloved Blossomblood to support him and help him all through his troubles, and he had the almighty StarClan to guide him through his life - and through his destiny.

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"How should I know? I don't think I have even caught a bit of crowfood in the lhe last week!" He said miserably.

{{I would have typed mkore but my dogon sister is pestering me 'ITS MY TURN ITS MY TURN!!'

[[.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.]]

(( LOL. =D Well then, to make it even, I'll post a short one too and then we can start writing longer posts afterwards. ^_^ ))

Falcon grinned at Blazzingblood's remark. "Great StarClan, sometimes I think you're as blind as me when you're out hunting!" he teased his friend, playfully cuffing him over the head with his paw. He briefly wondered if he shouldn't have said "Great StarClan", for all he knew Blazzingblood didn't believe in StarClan either ((He actually does though, doesn't he?)), but he dismissed it quickly.

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[[Sorry, I am no good at posts. You are the best at it... cause you know what to say, what to dicribe... I envey that! lol]]

Blazzingblood tensed his muscles, very crabby. He was going to launch, his adrenalin running, but then, he lifted his paw and his whole left side cramped up, "Ow Ow Ow!" He yowled, sitting and frureusly grooming his paw. "I can't," He was cut off by sheer pain in his throut. "I-I can't hunt," He mannaged to lets slip past his pride. "I sneek up on a mouse... and I launch, and then I hurt!" His eyes blazing with fury and deppresion.