Post by Ghostie on Jul 31, 2013 2:14:10 GMT -6
Ice-eye
My Life Through My Eyes
The cycle repeated
As explosions broke in the sky
All that I needed
Was the one thing I couldn't find
It was cold. Always so cold. There is never heat when it comes to being on your own. No love, no warmth, no protection from the dangers that are to come. It may be the hottest day, or the windiest day. The rainiest day or the brightest day, but no matter the weather or temperature, everything feels cold and distant, like a rock that has laid in the snow for moons upon moons without something coming along to warm it up and give it a touch of life. Loners, Rogues, Misfits, Exiles. They all feel this coldness, it is a wound that will never heal, a pain that will never ease or a break that will never come back together. Being in solitude is a lonely life, a sad life and a life that will forever know the pains that others will never experience for themselves.
There is such a thin line between Rogue and Loner. So thin and small that you could cross it and would have never realized it. Both labels and both names that others give you despite knowing your background. The world is a hard place to live, weather it's with the clans, The Vultures or the solitary life that some say they prefer to live rather than with a large group of others. Food is hard to find, shelter is hard to come by, and even if you find those two, how great is the life you truly live. You have no-one to help look after you or help when you are jumped by other cats for your food or shelter. I have lived all of these lives, and if there is one thing that I can say, is you have to live it through my eyes to understand all the hardships to realize how lucky you truly are.
My name is Ice-eye. I'm a warrior of Ravenclan. I haven't always had it easy, I've struggled to survive, struggled to live. Take a look through my eyes, and maybe you will understand what I mean, when I say that living in the clans is the best place for any cat to live. Unless you have the privilege of saying that you are a kittypet. This is my life through my eyes.
I was born far away from the clans. My mother had found shelter near where Bloodclan once ruled the streets of the twoleg place. It was dangerous for us there, my mother, my brothers and I. The Bloodclanners terrorized those of us who didn't belong to them. Anyone who wasn't one of those ruthless monsters was attacked or killed per orders of their leader. You had to stay out of their way to survive and it was hard for a she-cat who had just given birth to a litter of three kits. You had to be smart and practical, knowing where to sleep for one night and where to sleep for another.
My mother was a silver she-cat by the name of Fox, but none of use looked like her. We were all small black kits, and I was the only she-kit of the litter. Eclipse and Falcon where my brothers, but Eclipse was always the weakest, unable to play with Falcon and I, and always by our mother's flank to stay safe and warm. It wasn't easy for us, most of our kithood we moved day to day to sleep in a different, uncomfortable nest every night.
As we grew older, Falcon and I got into more and more trouble with our mother. Adventuring to far, or playing to rough. She was always worried that the cats of Bloodclan would find us and take us away from her. We never listened. We took our punishment then continued to do as we had done before she got onto us. We were bad kits, and since nothing had ever happened we figured that nothing ever would. We were safe and sound, and our mother was just making up stories to scare us to be good little kits for her. But we were wrong... And one night, everything changed for us. Everything changed for me.
We were getting ready for bed, our mother was placing Falcon and Eclipse in a soft bed while I was coming back from making dirt. We were ambushed by a group of three cats, all much bigger than our mother and much meaner than I had ever seen. They had collars that were fitted with what looked to be dog teeth and maybe even cat teeth. These cats were vicious and took out my mother in front of my eyes. I didn't know what to do. I ran. I ran far away from the area I was used to, far away from my brother and my dead mother. I ran as fast as I could. I knew I could never return to that place, Bloodclan would kill me for sure. I have no idea what happened to my brothers, I still don't know. They could be alive, they could be dead. They could have joined Bloodclan. --
"What happened next?" The squeak came as a small she-kit bounced forwards, interrupting the senior warrior from her story. Her big blue eyes were round as she wanted to know more, her gray fur sticking up in all directions.
"Mousekit!" Her brother squeaked, pouncing on her before hissing slightly, "Let her finish speaking!" His own gray tabby fur was fluffed up from him wiggling around while Ice-eye had been telling her story to the young kits of the nursery.
"Get off me Bluekit!" Mousekit clawed with her tiny paws at her brother before Bluekit finally decided to get off his smaller sibling. "I'm sorry Ice-eye. Can you continue? I want to know what happens after you left!" Her big blue eyes watching Ice-eye before the older black she-cat shifted, making herself more comfortable.
"Alright, but you two have to be quiet. Ok?" She asked, her tone much more relaxed and gentle when she was with the kits of Ravenclan than her normal stone cold and harsh tone when she spoke to anyone else. These kits were young and didn't deserve the harsh tone of her past life to interfere with the way she spoke to them while telling stories.
"Ok!" Mousekit and Bluekit squeaked excitedly as they sat down, tail wagging happily as they waited for the other she-cat to finish her life story. They were hooked from the moment she had mentioned Bloodclan, since they knew so little of that clan but knew quite a lot about the Vultures, which in their small minds were almost the same thing.
We're building it up
To break it back down
We're building it up
To burn it down
My Life Through My Eyes
The cycle repeated
As explosions broke in the sky
All that I needed
Was the one thing I couldn't find
It was cold. Always so cold. There is never heat when it comes to being on your own. No love, no warmth, no protection from the dangers that are to come. It may be the hottest day, or the windiest day. The rainiest day or the brightest day, but no matter the weather or temperature, everything feels cold and distant, like a rock that has laid in the snow for moons upon moons without something coming along to warm it up and give it a touch of life. Loners, Rogues, Misfits, Exiles. They all feel this coldness, it is a wound that will never heal, a pain that will never ease or a break that will never come back together. Being in solitude is a lonely life, a sad life and a life that will forever know the pains that others will never experience for themselves.
There is such a thin line between Rogue and Loner. So thin and small that you could cross it and would have never realized it. Both labels and both names that others give you despite knowing your background. The world is a hard place to live, weather it's with the clans, The Vultures or the solitary life that some say they prefer to live rather than with a large group of others. Food is hard to find, shelter is hard to come by, and even if you find those two, how great is the life you truly live. You have no-one to help look after you or help when you are jumped by other cats for your food or shelter. I have lived all of these lives, and if there is one thing that I can say, is you have to live it through my eyes to understand all the hardships to realize how lucky you truly are.
My name is Ice-eye. I'm a warrior of Ravenclan. I haven't always had it easy, I've struggled to survive, struggled to live. Take a look through my eyes, and maybe you will understand what I mean, when I say that living in the clans is the best place for any cat to live. Unless you have the privilege of saying that you are a kittypet. This is my life through my eyes.
I was born far away from the clans. My mother had found shelter near where Bloodclan once ruled the streets of the twoleg place. It was dangerous for us there, my mother, my brothers and I. The Bloodclanners terrorized those of us who didn't belong to them. Anyone who wasn't one of those ruthless monsters was attacked or killed per orders of their leader. You had to stay out of their way to survive and it was hard for a she-cat who had just given birth to a litter of three kits. You had to be smart and practical, knowing where to sleep for one night and where to sleep for another.
My mother was a silver she-cat by the name of Fox, but none of use looked like her. We were all small black kits, and I was the only she-kit of the litter. Eclipse and Falcon where my brothers, but Eclipse was always the weakest, unable to play with Falcon and I, and always by our mother's flank to stay safe and warm. It wasn't easy for us, most of our kithood we moved day to day to sleep in a different, uncomfortable nest every night.
As we grew older, Falcon and I got into more and more trouble with our mother. Adventuring to far, or playing to rough. She was always worried that the cats of Bloodclan would find us and take us away from her. We never listened. We took our punishment then continued to do as we had done before she got onto us. We were bad kits, and since nothing had ever happened we figured that nothing ever would. We were safe and sound, and our mother was just making up stories to scare us to be good little kits for her. But we were wrong... And one night, everything changed for us. Everything changed for me.
We were getting ready for bed, our mother was placing Falcon and Eclipse in a soft bed while I was coming back from making dirt. We were ambushed by a group of three cats, all much bigger than our mother and much meaner than I had ever seen. They had collars that were fitted with what looked to be dog teeth and maybe even cat teeth. These cats were vicious and took out my mother in front of my eyes. I didn't know what to do. I ran. I ran far away from the area I was used to, far away from my brother and my dead mother. I ran as fast as I could. I knew I could never return to that place, Bloodclan would kill me for sure. I have no idea what happened to my brothers, I still don't know. They could be alive, they could be dead. They could have joined Bloodclan. --
"What happened next?" The squeak came as a small she-kit bounced forwards, interrupting the senior warrior from her story. Her big blue eyes were round as she wanted to know more, her gray fur sticking up in all directions.
"Mousekit!" Her brother squeaked, pouncing on her before hissing slightly, "Let her finish speaking!" His own gray tabby fur was fluffed up from him wiggling around while Ice-eye had been telling her story to the young kits of the nursery.
"Get off me Bluekit!" Mousekit clawed with her tiny paws at her brother before Bluekit finally decided to get off his smaller sibling. "I'm sorry Ice-eye. Can you continue? I want to know what happens after you left!" Her big blue eyes watching Ice-eye before the older black she-cat shifted, making herself more comfortable.
"Alright, but you two have to be quiet. Ok?" She asked, her tone much more relaxed and gentle when she was with the kits of Ravenclan than her normal stone cold and harsh tone when she spoke to anyone else. These kits were young and didn't deserve the harsh tone of her past life to interfere with the way she spoke to them while telling stories.
"Ok!" Mousekit and Bluekit squeaked excitedly as they sat down, tail wagging happily as they waited for the other she-cat to finish her life story. They were hooked from the moment she had mentioned Bloodclan, since they knew so little of that clan but knew quite a lot about the Vultures, which in their small minds were almost the same thing.
We're building it up
To break it back down
We're building it up
To burn it down
