Post by [teh I N S A N I T Y ;; on Apr 14, 2009 11:10:39 GMT -5
note; this is from another RP, so the form is different [actually this is my own form i used on that site xD]
what does my reflection look like in the mirror
the blizzard's heart is different from yourz
we follow teh little kit to the time machine
this is how i roll
other
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39 moons [[3 YeArZ & 3 Mo0nZ]];;
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what does my reflection look like in the mirror
BlizzardHeart is remarked as a handsome, young white tom with astonishing dark-blue eyes. With long, feather-like whiskers and a good support of fur, this tom looks perfectly normal. Almost no flaws, say some warriors. Yet that's from a far distance. If you were right next to the WindClan medicine cat, you can see some flaws in his appearance. Slender and sleek, like most WindClan cats, he does not have those long, vulnerable legs of the fast. His face only contains dark, mysterious secrets and disgust. No happiness or loyalty like most cats do. Yet, he has the fierceness look of WindClanners.
____»'this is my crippled body of a SwAn';;
BlizzardHeart has the slender and sleek body of a WindClan cat, used for running and small spaces. He is quite not that big, also gaining the size of a WindClan cat from his father. Looking bulky from a far distance, he quite is not that muscular as you thought. Having the muscles of a she-cat, he is easily considered as 'weak' and 'a not very charming role model for a young tom-kit'. No hard lines on his shoulders, legs and body, showing the tough nature of a tom. Yet, that doesn't matter to the tom. If anyone challenges BlizzardHeart to a fight, he will easily win by showing his 'fake muscles'. Having a good support of fur, he can easily deceive a tom stronger or bigger than him by having a good amount of muscle. He has a very fair and long shoulder length, with broad shoulders that could push any cat down. With tall yet not that big ears perking up, he can heard the world's thoughts. Having a very narrowed and sharp face, you can't really tell if he's serious or not. No spot or blemish on this narrow face, its all perfect. In the middle of the face lays a soft, triangular-like pink nose. It looks like a new button or a new toy a Two-leg received, almost looking like it was never used for scenting or sneezing. Around the tom is a thin, long snake-like tail that is already to whip and charge someone's face. BlizzardHeart doesn't have long, majestic WindClan legs. Instead, he has short, bulky-like legs that are more like used for hiking or taking a long walk. Many say those legs were probably put in the wrong category, probably StarClan got mixed with a ThunderClanner's legs and a WindClanner's legs. The last part of the mysterious body of BlizzardHeart is the muzzle. It is small and round, standing out on the edges of his mouth.
____»'i have snow as my PeLt';;
As you're hunting, you step on the cold snow, trying to figure out where that mouse went. Then, without noticing, the white snow started to move, confusing your eyes. Is this your imagination? No, this is BlizzardHeart moving, about to attack you.
Having beautiful white fur, it is the color of snow. No, maybe even more whiter than snow. It sparkles in the moonlight, feeling the dance tangle with the split ends of the pelt. Though beautiful, it is not good enough for the tom. It may give him a camouflage in the winter, but it doesn't help him sleep in the outside air, under his ancestors. He freezes to death, his fur not enough to support him. Well, only the really bad winter nights. On some occasion, he doesn't freeze that much in the winter. Soft as a pillow and as smooth as silk, it is really the envy of most cats. When the sun-rays hit his fur, it just returns the sun-rays back to the sun. Like in science, he doesn't get hot with the sun under him. Having the color white is very rare and lucky for a cat that is usually under the sun. BlizzardHeart's fur could get easily damaged, so he has to take great care of his fur. Sometimes if he's just too lazy to groom his fur, he leaves it messy and tangled. But somehow, when he wakes up, it just goes back to normal. Heh, talk about power of fur.
____»'the eyes that give you the BlUeZ';;
Those sharp, slit-like eyes are the most beautiful part of BlizzardHeart. Yet, it is the most scariest and not easy to forget part too. His eyes are an enchanting dark-blue, the color of the Arctic Sea waves. When specks of light enter the sizzling dark-blue eyes, a lighter, clearer crystal-like of blue enters. It may surprise and amaze cats when they see it, hypnotized by its beauty. But when the light disappears, they forget what they were looking at and then continue what they were doing. When he first opened his eyes, the Clan began to contact the medicine cat fast and were terribly scared. The medicine cat never saw dark-blue eyes, since it was a rare color. She predicted that the kit will become blind as he grows up. Yet, this was a false error. Well, only part of it... No cat knows but BlizzardHeart is a little blind in his right eye, making his right side vulnerable. So the medicine cat was kind of correct about her prediction. A black line follows the waves, piercing into the darkness. He always has slits as eyes, no round balls of darkness inside. There is almost no emotion shown in the tom's eyes, sometimes scorn and depression mixing together. Yet, you can't really tell what are his feelings by looking straight into his eyes. He has normal to fine vision, nothing that special. Yet in StarClan's dreams, for some reason, he has excellent vision, clearer than in reality.
____»'other hidden parts of my BoDy';;
Well, there really isn't much to tell... Um, let me think... Um... >< Oh! He has long, sharp claws, along following small, cold paws. Underneath his paws are hard pads that match with his bulky, short legs. Ya, that's really it. -heh-
the blizzard's heart is different from yourz
When first met, cats think of him as a normal cat with a slightly sad, gloomy feeling around him. But, other cats know him as something more... An angel of darkness, BlizzardHeart is not like other medicine cats. He is very mean and serious, his cold heart shaking the ground as he walks. He talks very coolly and non-caring like, as if he's saying, 'Oh please, deal with it yourself!' He doesn't obey, having the rouge blood in his veins. Look at his name, it tells it all! A blizzard demon to WindClan, vicious and very cold. ><''
____»'the blizzard's NaMe';;
Look at his name you will see his true nature and personality. Like a blizzard, he is quiet, yet he turns into a raging demon that could attack you and pound you to death. He is cold and cruel, not even paying attention to the Warrior Code. Sometimes. To him, the Warrior Code is like a set of rules that are just to be obeyed to not make chaos. But, there are and was some cats that followed the Warrior Code, at first. Then, they turned bad and... Life is yours, you can change it, you can make it. That's BlizzardHeart's quote about life, kinda. To him, life has only one chance at living and then you burn to ashes, sending yourself away to StarClan. Well, that is true, but BlizzardHeart's way of death seems more harsher. If someone dies, even a cat in his own Clan, he doesn't feel ashamed that its his fault and then start to hysterically cry. No, he tells himself that's that. Because he knows it's not his fault. If a cat is near dying, then a cat is near dying. He can't do anything about it. He just leaves it to StarClan. If a mother died during giving birth, then he knows he can't do anything about it. The medicine cat understands that StarClan can't help the mother, so he can't too. He doesn't like to obey his leader's commands, no matter what. BlizzardHeart goes his own way, independent, and proud. When ShyStar finds out that her medicine cat wasn't obeying her commands, she gets quite irritated and then start to maul BlizzardHeart to death [or that's what I read from x3]. Yet, BlizzardHeart always stops her with a nasty comeback or just says, 'Don't attack your medicine cat. You need me.' He is preferred as the 'The Cold Heart of the Wind'.
____»'as a medicine CaT';;
He is like all other medicine cats. He goes out early in the morning to pick some catmint or maybe try to find horsetail and then comes back with the herbs he wanted. He heals his patients, yet he doesn't really give them any encouragement. Well, to kits and maybe some elders BlizzardHeart does. The leader, of course. BlizzardHeart thinks that medicine cats are more supreme in StarClan than in reality. In reality, leaders own the land. BlizzardHeart is fairly cold and cruel as a medicine cat, with a mean humor tingling in his heart. Though, he never ever leaves a kit in danger. If he did, it would be his fault that he let an innocent kit die, all because of him. Plus, the kit didn't really do anything, except maybe mess up his herbs and annoy him to death asking questions like, 'What's it like being a medicine cat?' 'What was your recent dream from StarClan?' 'Am I annoying you?' Kits think that he is supposed to be ShadowClan's medicine cat, or just a WindClan warrior. They expect him to be a kind and goody-good medicine cat like Leafpool, from ancient stories of ThunderClan. No, BlizzardHeart is truly more of a 'YellowFang'.
When he gets dreams or signs from StarClan, they are not good at all. They are terrible, always following with blood and death in it for some unknown reason. His prophecies are not the ones you want to hear. The ones that cause chaos even more, to kill innocence and let the evil rule. BlizzardHeart sometimes hide these signs, maybe some unimportant ones that don't seem to be too threatening... He gets his bloody and demon-ish signs, starting by his right eye. In his right eye is where his darkness hits him, the bloody prophecies gleaming in front of him. As he soon drifts to StarClan's dreams, he either finds darkness in front of him, with cats running off and screaming as an evil laughter echos in the darkness. Yet, it all ends within a flash. Then, comes StarClan to tell him what has happened and what will happen. Sometimes he blacks out of a sudden, for no reason...
____»'in fights, battles, and WaRs';;
Well, he doesn't fight, since he's a bit bad in fighting [due to being part-blind], but he'll fight if he needs too. Like all medicine cats, he fights as equally as them, except knowing a bit more at fighting than them... When he was a kit, his father would always play with him and showed him a couple of moves. BlizzardHeart started to use them as a kit, and then train a bit too when he was a medicine cat apprentice. But if he was a warrior and not blind, he would fight like he was the whole Clan of TigerClan!
we follow teh little kit to the time machine
It was so quiet. Quieter than it was supposed to be.
All you can hear was the rouge's footsteps chomping on the snow, her bulky, short legs shivering. The brown pelt of hers wasn't enough for her to keep warm, since it was so thin and so long. Ribs were aching, stomach roaring for a mouse or two. She stopped, shivering and keeping watch of her kit.
It was like snow, except living. A small bundle of warmness and youth, it had the blood of hers and her mate. She just can't believe its actually hers... Not an it, but a he. A male. A tom. A replica of her mate. For the first time, love came spreading into her heart, besides when she met FrostShard. His soft, puffy white fur, as white as snow. And his wonderful frosty dark-blue eyes, mischeif filling the areas of blank spaces. Small, from what he said that it was just the size of WindClanners, but not that small. Somewhere close to medium, like her. She sighed, still looking at her kit, waiting for someone to arrive.
A white tom entered the scene, his fur flowing with the wind. They touched noses and then looked at the kit. After a long talk, the WindClan warrior left the scene with the kit in his mouth, the rouge mother watching them 'till they disappear from her sight.
And that kit was BlizzardKit.
example one;;
When BlizzardKit was brought into the Clan, no one dared to ask FrostShard. He said that he found this kit laying in the snow, in our territory. The medicine cat came to made sure he wasn't dead [xD]. Probably panicking too much, maybe. The kit was given a foster mother, BerrySwirl. [[When BlizzardKit's eyes opened, the medicine cat saw the dark-blue colors of his eyes and predicted he will grow up blind.]]
BerrySwirl was just a new queen, having three kits suckling at her milk. She was a beautiful long-haired creamy she-cat, with eyes as blue as the sky. She had brown stripes glowing on her fur, going down and down. Her mate was BlackFoot, a white tom with one black paw. And BlackFoot didn't like BlizzardKit at all.
If someone met BlizzardKit and BlackFoot together, they would have thought they were father and son. But they're not. Having a grudge towards each other, they didn't talk to each other a lot and sometimes wished they would poof away from their sight. No reason why they hate each other, say some WindClanners. But there is a reason. BlizzardKit had rouge blood and wasn't one of his kits, BlackFoot responded. While BlizzardKit hated BlackFoot for hating him 'cuz he's different from others. Well, that's how BlizzardKit's nasty personality began. Hitting, screeching, clawing. He was so angry that WindClan didn't want him to be theirs, so he began to not want WindClan to be his. Of course, this was stopped by BreezeFeather, a highly-respected and fiery WindClan warrior. She was tired of the father and kit not bonding, hating each other for no reason. She then forced BlackFoot to not hate BlizzardKit and spend more time with him. And that's how BlackFoot's and BlizzardKit's feud ended.
He didn't have a lot of friends, or so to tell, at least no one was his friend. All day he would be stuck inside, close to BerrySwirl's belly, sighing and sighing. He wouldn't go outside as he was ordered to, he would just stay in the darkness, wishing for something to do. This was also added to his personality. Depression and coldness. No one wanted to be his friend, fine by him! The kit would just listen to BerrySwirl's stories of being a warrior, hunting and fighting off cats on their territory. She told BlizzardKit he would make a fine warrior, but she knew that he would grow up blind. Of course, BlizzardKit didn't know about this 'blind predicition' but he knew he would never become a warrior. Everyone hates him, and if everyone hates him, what's the point of trying to become a high-respected warrior like BreezeFeather? BerrySwirl told him a little secret, something about BreezeFeather. BreezeFeather's father, DarkClaw, was a traitor to WindClan for killing one of the warriors he hated, DustyWind. DarkClaw also killed one of his apprentices, FoxPaw, for not paying attention to him. When DarkClaw was exiled and gone forever, many have thought that his kit would be just like that. But if you look at BreezeFeather now, she is not all of that. Just spunky and fiery, a great senior warrior. Still, BlizzardKit was not encouraged enough. He didn't really want to be a warrior, you know...
When BlizzardKit was about 4 moons old, close to 5, he had a bloody dream. There was blood entering his ears, his eyes covered by darkness. Cats were running away from a great big fire, lashing them out of their camps. Then, a great echo burst throughout the darkness, crying its words out. 'Fear me, for I am the one you do not want to be. With blood as cold as ice and with heart was hard as stone, I shall ruin your lives. I am the Monster of all.' The kit woke up screeching, running around the nursery and gasping out the words he had heard. He was sent to the medicine cat's den [[RoseWind]], to check if he was okay. When BlizzardKit told RoseWind what happened and his dream, she realized he had just received a dream from StarClan. Telling him this, he was shocked. He heard about StarClan, believing in them a little, but never realized he could have gotten a dream from them! He asked if any cat get a dream from StarClan like this and she said no. She explained to him about the role of being a medicine cat and so. When she said that when she heard his dream, she was shocked and happy. 'Cuz she found her medicine cat apprentice.
And BlizzardKit was shocked too.
example two;;
WindClan didn't want the rouge child to be their medicine cat apprentice.
They wanted a pure-blood, someone loyal, loving and at least normal. To them, BlizzardPaw is not like that. No, he is way different. He is a demon living inside a body of a handsome white tom. Yet, RoseWind thinks he's a wonderful apprentice and he's gonna be the best medicine cat ever! [..crazeh old lady she is] Too much love that old medicine cat has, even for the bad ones. Anyways, where we were... Oh, right! Instead, BlizzardPaw just ignored them, as RoseWind told him to do so. It was easy for him, a little. His heart was so cold and so closed to the world, he dared not to answer back at them. No, he just kept doing what he always does. To be a medicine cat.
Learning herbs was easy. Their scent, their use, and their names. That was just a piece of cake for BlizzardPaw. He could pick up the scent of yarrow in the air quicker than you think and he can easily find catmint in unusual and rare places in his territory. But learning more and more about StarClan was questioning and confusing. Why did they made us here? Why did they only give dreams about danger or peace to only medicine cats? And the nine lives, how did it feel like? Questions buzzed in the apprentice's young mind, only his desire for answers grew even more ambitiously. When he asked RoseWind about the power of StarClan, she only said this; 'StarClan is mighty powerful, oh yes, but they are not the most powerful ones. They do not control lands beyond us and oceans beyond us. There is always other ancestors controlling those lands. We are not the only ones.' So there are other ones? Ones that are as powerful as StarClan? This made BlizzardPaw smirk, not a bad smirk, but not a good one either.
When the Gathering came, BlizzardPaw was allowed to go. RoseWind and the leader talked to the WindClanners to stop fidgeting about his blood and just forget about it. He is a part of this Clan now. Give up, forget about it. They were angry, but they listened to them. The medicine cat apprentice wasn't scared when he entered the island, just a bit curious and maybe not that excited. He knew all Clans came here. ThunderClan, RiverClan and ShadowClan. They come here to share their news of their happenings, battles, apprentices and new warriors. He was about to go to where the apprentices were, but a rusty growl rumbled deep in his throat. He remembered how they treated him as kits and how they treat him now. Turning his back around, his mentor popped out in his face. She led him to the other medicine cats, from different Clans. They each introduced themselves to him, their names stuck in his head. The medicine cat apprentice was quiet around them, not even budging to talk about anything. He just let the WindClan she-cat next to him talk about herbs and so on. BlizzardPaw was bored, but perked up when the Gathering ended. He said good-bye to all of the medicine cats he met and then left with his Clan. While the duo were walking behind the WindClan leader, RoseWind began to talk about the Moonpool and their meetings. As she talked about StarClan's spirits walking around there, BlizzardPaw felt a nudge. It was a senior warrior with the name of FrostShard. He looked at the senior warrior, his ears lowering down and thinking of a nasty comeback to attack his threats, but FrostShard's face looked calm and a bit anxious. He asked RoseWind if he could talk to BlizzardPaw about something, and so she let him. They stopped in their tracks, letting the other warriors go.
It was silent. FrostShard turned around to face BlizzardPaw, blinking his dark-blue eyes. BlizzardPaw noticed his pelt and his eyes, as the same color of his. He narrowed his eyes questionably, his sharp, narrow face showing impatience. Then, there began the surprise. FrostShard told BlizzardPaw that he was his father, and that a rouge with the name of Clara was his mother and everything else that seemed important. The apprentice was shocked, that this warrior is his father, that he was in front of his face the whole time, that he actually had a family. Yet, anger boiled in his veins. He started to question his father why did he leave him in the dark with all the kits threatening him and why didn't he tell him this earlier. FrostShard blinked his eyes lovingly and said that he was too young to know all of this, and decided that he can't keep the secret anymore. Still, BlizzardPaw was angry. They walked back to camp silently, no words passing from each other's mouths.
At the age of 8 moons, RoseWind took him to the Moonpool to meet with the others. She was leaving him behind every meeting because WindClan was in a terrible health at that time. Leaf-bare came and all of their prey disappeared. They were forced to eat rats and other garbage, making themselves sick. RoseWind tried to stop them from killing themselves, but they wouldn't listen. So BlizzardPaw had to take care of them. They were nicer than before, now finally respecting the young tom. But the medicine cat apprentice still hates the cats that made his life miserable, wouldn't forgive them for their evil deeds. They reached the Moonpool and talked to the other medicine cats and then went inside. The beauty of the Moonpool astonished him. It was gleaming in the light, the rocks so polished and clean. The pool also gleamed, sparkling. They took a deep breath, all of them, and then touched the cold waters of the pool with their noses. He soon fell asleep. 0okay, i really dont wanna go through the dream thing so... let's just say he met starclan, blah blah, they welcomed him and say some stuff, blah blah, and then he woke up, nothing interesting xP- They soon walked back to camp, blah.
A moon later, BlizzardPaw has gotten a dream from StarClan. It had a green mist around him, coughs and screams shrilling in his small ears. 'Help me... Oh, please! Ahh... I'm dying!' 'I...oh... This is the end...' 'ROSEWIND!! BLIZZARDPAW!!' Screams filled his ears, wanting them to stop. But for somewhat reason, it was pleasing at the same time. He let them scream, his chest puffing in and out as he felt the mist coming near him. He then took a deep breath in and then felt the striking pain of greencough. The tom woke up, coughing and wheezing. RoseWind ran to him, her great amber eyes widening with fear. He told her what happened and then took a great sigh and mewed quietly, 'Greencough, its gonna attack our camp, isn't it?' He said this with no surprise and no hope, his eyes staring straight at the ground. The WindClan medicine cat slowly nodded and walked slowly to the leader, telling BlizzardPaw's dream of greencough. The leader ran all the way to the High Rock [[or something like that]] and told WindClan about the great danger that's gonna attack us in the future. They began to get supplies to protect themselves against the attack.
One day, it all happened. FrostShard got exiled. WindClan found out that he has mated with a rouge, breaking the Warrior Code. They weren't so sure if BlizzardPaw was FrostShard's son, but they were gonna find out [note, they didn't find out [:] Not knowing his father too well, but he knows him very well. He lost him, all at the age of 15 moons. This is where he is supposed to get his name, but not yet. Sad and depressed, he was always sulking from the life of WindClan, leaving RoseWind on her own. He wouldn't budge, he wouldn't move from his nest. All day the medicine cat apprentice would spat at the warriors and not follow his mentor's orders. Finally, RoseWind gave up and left him alone for a few days, knowing how depressed he is. She already knows that FrostShard is his father and she already knows that BlizzardPaw knows about this 'prediction of being blind.' But he isn't blind [yet]. He didn't know what do for the rest of the day, only to growl and snap and sleep. This went away quickly though.
Let's go to the greencough attack! Well, BlizzardPaw was right. Greencough attacked, but it went quickly away. Since the medicine cats packed on so many herbs to protect them from the greencough attack, they were saved. WindClan honors BlizzardPaw for this, and for a moment, BlizzardPaw feels proud. But it vanishes away quickly. RoseWind, at this point, decides to give him his name. BlizzardHeart. The heart of the blizzard.
He got a little blind in his right eye, almost spooked. Yet, he didn't tell RoseWind. He didn't want her to win over the blind-thing. So the nasty, Batman-like tom kept quiet about his blindness.
Let's skip some parts, say... Uh... To 29 moons where Rosey finally dies! [yey, crazeh ol' lady dies =3... ack, and i just wanna finish this -.-]]
Okay, so, they were walking, right? And then, all of a sudden, RoseWind stopped. She said that it was time for her to die, to leave him. Confused and a bit shocked, she fell to the ground and died. Ok. Yey!
example three;
He now meddie cat. Nothing much happened. Meh. He's gonna get bad dreams sooon...
this is how i roll
It was noisy. And a bit uncomfortable.
The WindClan cats were chattering their way back, with smiles on their faces. They let out yowls of joy and whispers of humor. Moonlight struck their pelts, making them glitter like gold. White, black, gray, tortoiseshell pelts were flowing with the wind and looked like some lights glowing in a big city, making it look even more beautiful and somewhat relaxed. The leader didn't care what noise they were making, even though she feels an urge to shut them up. But she too, was happy. For a lot of reasons. Reasons I can't tell you. For some are too joyful and won't make any sense.
In the crowd here, was a somewhat small (though not very small, somewhere in small-medium size) white tom padding quietly, his ears lowering down to not hear his Clanmates' uproar. His amazing dark-blue eyes showed nothing, only a bit of hate and disgust. Hate and disgust. For his Clan. For everybody in the forest. For the world. The moonlight swirled around and then hit on him, giving the spotlight to him. It started to glow, his eyes, now showing the hate and disgust so everyone can see. But no one here was paying attention to the young apprentice. No, they leave him behind like dirt, clammering with their chatter. But he didn't care. No, BlizzardPaw didn't need their attention. He just needed himself, that's all.
About 2 and 1/3 inches far away from him was a fluffy, long-haired tortiseshell with some golden tabby stripes striking her fur. She too, like all of them, was glittering in the precious, touchless moonlight. Her amber eyes twinkled with a smile, her tail brushing her apprentice's tail. It was so soft and so long, like a dust fan. It could cover you up to protect yourself from the vicious cold, from getting a little sneeze or a cough which can lead to a deadly cold. The she-cat's belly fur almost touched the grass, its long, green blades almost poking her vulnerable belly. She was beautiful, yet a bit frail. RoseWind turned her head around to look at the white tom, who was shining even more in the moonlight than her. Yet he didn't seem to notice anything, since he's staring into space. The WindClan medicine cat coughed and closed her eyes for a second and then began to have a lovely, little chat with the tom.
'So, BlizzardPaw, did you like your first Gathering?' her sweet voice echoed in the darkness.
'Whatever.' The medicine cat apprentice shrugged, lowering his eyes.
'Oh... Well, medicine cats don't ALSO go to the Gatherings. We go to the Moonpool.'
'The Moonpool?'
'Yes. The Moonpool is where StarClan contacts us and tells us any news. It's located near the WindClan-ThunderClan stream, somewhere up north. This Clan used to live there but then there was a huge mud slide and so... Ya. Wanna know more information about the Moonpool?'
'Whatever,' muttered BlizzardPaw, his ears twitching.
And so the WindClan medicine cat began her long, annoying talk about the wonders of StarClan and how they enter their dreams. It could be news about your Clan, something else that might affect the whole forest or maybe even more amazing. A prophecy. Of course, you never discuss with the other cats about your dreams, except if it affected all of them and it had the same meaning. As his mentor went on, BlizzardPaw felt a nudge. He turned around and saw the beaming, snowy-white face of FrostShard focused on him.
'Excuse me RoseWind, but can I have a talk with this apprentice here?' the warrior's voice boomed in his ears, like a cannon blasting his sense of hearing off. The tortiseshell turned around and then nodded, leaving with the other WindClanners. They stopped in their tracks and stayed there, waiting for the noisy Clan to leave out of their sight. When they finally left, FrostShard turned around to BlizzardPaw, a warm, loving smile on his face.
'Finally... I can finally tell you what I have been hiding all year,' FrostShard whispered, standing so close to BlizzardPaw that their white chest fur began to prickle at each other. 'I have something to tell you that may shock you... BlizzardPaw, I am your father.'
'Father!?' screeched the young apprentice, his shocking dark-blue eyes widening like an owl's.
'Yes. You see, when I brought you in WindClan, I told them that I found you laying in our territory. Really, your mother, a rouge, gave birth to you and decided to give you to me,' he started out, the snow on his shoulders beginning to melt. 'During those times, rouges were being run out of the Clans' territory, just wanting to find some food. I thought this was wrong. I knew that Clara, your mother, was scared to raise her own kit into this world of danger, so she gave you to me, for protection. And so, I gave you to BerrySwirl, a queen that was willing to take anyone in.
'I watched you all these times, making sure you didn't see me. You were lonely, depressed, and dangerously, angry. You became a demon to the world, hating everything you see and eveything you touch. I shouldn't have left you all by yourself, I know, but what can I do? You were too young that time, I couldn't just come up to you and say, ''Oh, I'm your father.'' No, I had to leave you all by yourself, the Clan couldn't find out what was I doing with you, or at least trying to do with you.. I'm sorry, BlizzardPaw. I was such a bad dad...'
The medicine cat apprentice was quiet. So, all of these miserable moons, seasons, years, my father was right in front of me, just watching me cower!? Why he...' Nasty, mysterious thoughts came whirling in BlizzardPaw's head, angry like the Devil. No, maybe even more. He just turned around and for a few moments, just watched the sky. The beautiful, black night sky swirling around the dark trees, whispering magical words. Stars twinkled, as if nothing was wrong. It twinkled with no fear, only happiness and joy. The young tom lowered his head and whispered, 'Why...father?'
After that, FrostShard knew he shouldn't talk. So they walked silently in this lost world, their pawsteps leaving behind on the snow.
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