Cry for Help //Ghost//

[brownie]

Squeezing her eyes shut against the rain, a small tabby figure raced across the moorland, meandering from side to side in her blindness. The stinging rain pelted down upon her, plastering ehr fur to her sides and effectively driving ehr further and further away from the home she knew. Thunder boomed and Lightning cracked above her head, spooking the blinded Warrior and forcing her to sit shivering. Opening her eyes for a few moments, Brownclaw spotted the hulking form of the barn where Ghost lived, and felt instant regret that she had found her way to such a place. The last time she had come here, Brownie had been driven away by her former friend, due to loving Silverwing, and deterring Ghost's lust for her. It seemed strange that she should attract such attention from the two tomcats, for she did not class herself as pretty. Infact, with her dark pelt, lean muscles and venomous green eyes, she reflected her Father all over her, putting off most cats from meeting the Daughter of Darkfur, murderous Rogue Leader, and Smoke, resourceful Kittypet.

And now her world had fallen apart. Silverwing's death had come as a shock, a murder it was clear by the death mark, and clearly unprovoked. It seemed that from the moment she was born, nothing had gone right. Death followed her every step. Smoke, her Mother, had died in Kitbirth and Brownie had been cut out of her Mother's womb in a cesaerean from her dead body. Next came Darkfur's slaughtering, and now Silverwing's murder. Brownclaw had nearly been killed herself, by The Night, and seeing her sweetheart's silver body was the last straw. Now, she was seeking comfort in the only cat she trusted, herself, but it seemed StarClan had disagreed. Looking like a drowned rat, Brownclaw accepted their decision and padded quietly into the barn, hoping against hope that Ghost was nowhere to be seen in the dark depths of his home.

[Ghost]

"What do you want?" grumbled a ruogh voice. Ghost, muddy from coming out of the rain-wet grass. His eyes grew cold as he saw Brownclaw, his lost love. He remembered the last time he had seen her. She ahd rejected him for another, and now she was back. "Why.. are... you... here?"

[brownie]

Jumping at the rough edge to his voice, Brownclaw spun round in time to see Ghost's head surface from the straw, quickly followed by his body as he subtly grew more hostile towards her intrusion. Unable to speak, the striking tabby shivered, due to the rain and the reminder that her old friend, who was once named Forest, turn so quickly. With her fur slicked back, she appeared much smaller, and her pelt looked black. The only thing that had stayed the same were her piercing green eyes, and she now fixed them on the loner, still not finding words.

[Ghost]

Ghost just looked at Brownclaw. "What do you want?" he asked. "Why are you here, Brownpaw?" Unkowingly, he called her Brownpaw for the last time he had seen her, he was trying to convince her that being an apprentice didn't matter. He was unsuccesful. "Have you come to brake my heart again?"

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[brownie]

Restraining the urge to spit at Ghost, Brownclaw hissed slightly instead, irritation sparking in her eyes as she glared at her lost friend. "You never loved me, Ghost," The tabby growled, her voice low, "If you truly did, then you would respect my wish to stay within WindClan and not curse me. Oh, and its Brownclaw. For your information, I came out of grief, though I doubt you'll feel so sad at what has happened." Lashing her tail from side to side, she looked away, gazing at the outside world where the rain continued to soak everythng it touched.

[Ghost]

Ghost just looked at Brownclaw, wide eyed. "Now yoyu mock me..." Sadness was in his eyes. He began to advance towards the she-cat, touching he wet fur. "Brownclaw, I do love you... tell me about your problems... I will help." His eyes softened and somewhere, something changed. There was an actual look of unhappiness, as if a little of Forest was unleashed in Ghost.

[brownie]

Gazing into the folorn eyes of her friend, Brownclaw did not resist the touch of his nose and ruffled pelt, yet did not return his affection either. It was clear that he would not change his mind about caring so much for the tabby Warrior, yet it only made her angry. "How can you love me, Ghost?" She mewed, her voice quiet, yet cold with resentment, not directed at him, but at nameless cats who she had seen at Gatherings, their actions as they manouvered away from her. "I am not pretty, and the only law I obey is the Warrior Code, and only those higher than me in my own Clan may command me. And my heritage is stained with the memory of my Father, Leader of the Rogues, the one who brought The Night to the forest, and my Mother was a Kittypet! What is it about me that can possibly attract your lust?"

[Ghost]

"Brownclaw, Brownclaw, this is where you do not understand. You think no one can love you. You are wrong.. you think yourself unpretty, I think you beautful. You think you have a horrible history, I think it is wonderful that you have a history." He sighed. "We see through different eyes, Brownie. I see you to be perfect, and you see me to be different, confused, and rejected. I see myself to be something in the making. It is the same for Silverpaw. Why does he love you? Do you know why?"

[brownie]

Ghost's breath tickled Brownclaw's fur and she almost lent against him, giving herself up to fate, but his words scared her. Hearing Silverwing's old name was too much for the WindClan Warrior. If she had tears to shed, then she would be drowning in salty water, but cats were not blessed with the ability to cry, and instead she raised her head and let out a high pitched wail, voicing her grief for Silverwing. She couldn't stop, her whole body rippled with energy and the force of her screams, as the memory of her love's silver body laying limp replayed over and over in her mind.

[Ghost]

Ghost, not really knowing what was happening, looked worried."Brownclaw, Brownie... what is wrong?" he bent down and looked at her eyes. "Tell me. I will help." His voice was gentle and his eyes were soft. "I want to help..."

[brownie]

As if his words were a spell, Brownclaw fell silent, comforting herself with the softness of his voice. Gazing up into his eyes, she remained silent. I wish I were his, Where the hell had that come from? A mere thought running wild, but it was enough to stir up her voice. "Silverwing is dead," She whispered, her voice quiet and strangled. There it was, out in the open. She had accepted his death by mentioning it, and it hurt, hurt her so much that she wished the ground would open up and engulf her. Staring up at the sky, though it was covered with storm clouds and no stars could be seen, she silently wondered if Silverwing was up there, with her Father, her Mother, even poor Amberwind, a victim of Darkfur's claws.

[Ghost]

Ghost sighed. So Silverwing was dead. Dead. That meant Brownclaw was free... free to loe him. Maybe i can have a chance.. maybe, he told himself. "I am so sorry, Brownclaw. So sorry." He licked her gently, trying to soothe her.

[brownie]

"He was murdered, and it looks like he didn't have the chance to put up a fight," Brownclaw mewed, he ear flicking under Ghost's tongue. She wa smaller than Ghost, and she leaned into him slightly, remembering Silverwing and how she had come to love him. Maybe it was true what Ghost was saying, maybe a cat can love another even at such a young age. "I...I loved Silverwing, heck I stil do. I can barely imagine life without him."

[Ghost]

"Oh, Brownclaw, I know how much you loved him. How much you wanted to be with him," he said, sounding so sweat and sympathetic. "But think, now he is in StarClan... happy." He sighed. "Moing about him will never do you any good. Just never forget him and more on."

[brownie]

"StarClan, why am I taking advice from you? You don't know what it feels like to lose someone you love," She mewed, her voice bitter. The sweetness was doing her head in, she wanted the old Forest back, not this sickly-sweet Ghost who was acting like butter wouldn't melt. Resting her head on his broad shoulder, she closed her eyes, trying not to think about her affection for Ghost felt like she was betraying Silverwing, barely a few days after his death.

[Ghost]

"Yes, I do." Tears began to fill his eyes. "I know how it is to lose comeone you love... to hurt after someone rejected you. I know just as well as you." Ghost back away now, for a tiny bit of anger entered him. "I know all too well."

[brownie]

Brownie's ears pricked forward with interest, could this be something that happened when he was a Kittypet? "Who did you lose?" She asked, her voice as sympathetic as she could make it. Lightly brushing Ghost's shoulder with her tail, she stepped forward again and nudged his neck fur ith her nose, trying to comfort him for the loss.

[Ghost]

"I lost you," he said, perking up. Even tho his voice sounded confident, there was something else. Something that showed it was not just Brownie that he had lost... it was someone more special to him. "I.. I.."

[brownie]

As if she had been a stretched elastic band, Brownclaw snapped backward, her hackles bristling and her lips drawn back in a small snarl. She looked exactly like her Father. "For StarClan's sake, Ghost!" Brownclaw hissed, eyes narrowed. "You do not love me! I have given no signals for you to come to have such feelings about me. All you have is lust."

[Ghost]

"I do love you!" he yelled. "You don't understand how you have hurt me... going off with Silverwing. You don't know how much it hurts to lose the only cat I could ever love. You can love another.. I can not. No one would like me.. no one, except you." Memories flashed back to when Brownclaw had found him in her old house. She was angry at him.. furious. But he did not care. From the moment he saw her, he knew he would love her.

[brownie]

((Like the new image XP))

"Do you know how awkward this is for me!?" Brownclaw screamed at the larger tom. "Silverwing, my true love, has just been murdered! I thought you would comfort me, but instead you seem to view it that I'm up for a mate again!" Memories pained her as she thought of how the friendly Forest had twisted so much. Hissing violently, the tabby Warrior did not remove her gaze from Ghost's eyes, trying to penetrate their green depths and read him like a book.

[Ghost]

//Thanks.//

"Thats not what I said! I want to confort you. I understand you loved Silverwing but he is gone, forever." he moved closer, rubbing against her fur.

[brownie]

((You're welcome.))

A shudder of pleasure ran through her small body as, for a moment, she succumbed to his charm. Instantly afterward, Brownclaw spat at Ghost, the violent look in her eyes returned. "Back off, Ghost!" She hissed, fluffing out her fur to appear bigger. Flatenning her ears, she hissed at him again, not accepting his apology.

[Ghost]

Ghost was starting to get tired of this. Everytime he had Brownclaw lovig him, she turned away. This needsmto end, he told himself. "Brownclaw!" he yelled. "I can not take it anymore. What do you have against me? What did I do? I have done nothing but try to love you and help you.. and you insult me, hurt me, and yell at me. What can I do to make you love me? What?" Pain floodded his eyes and he looked at Brownclaw, pain filled. "Why can you not understand?"

[brownie]

"Some cats aren't meant to love others," Brownclaw meowed, her voice bitter. "Why can't you accept the fact that I don't love you and I never will. When will your conquest on me end?" Howeer, she flattened her hackles and hid her teeth again, losing the prominent signs of aggresion. "I just want to be friends."

[Ghost]

//Um.. have you fixed Magnoliaheart's BIO yet? Need to get it posted and accepted.//

Ghost looked down. "I.. understand." For once in his life as Ghost, he did not try to do anything with Brownclaw. Instead, he sat, head down, starig at the ground. His eyes were blank and his face showed no expression. He ahd lost. Brownclaw would never be his... never.

[brownie]

((Yeppers))

"You do...want to be friends, don't you?" Brownclaw asked, her voice small and quiet, scared that she had hurt Ghost too much to keep in contact with that massive tom. Rasping her tongue over his ear, she quickly backed away again, afraid to lead him on without realising.

[Ghost]

//Should I make the account?//

Ghost did not smile or move. "If it isn't too much trouble, I could use a friend." He sighed. "But not you... I need someone else. Someone I can talk to, someone that will trust me. I fear I have broken any trust between us. Forever."

[brownie]

((Yeppers again.))

Brownie felt like she had been stung by a bee at his words. Quickly, she reflected that it must have been worse for Ghost when she had denied him the love he sort after...but...it still hurt. "Ghost, I can cope woth the fact that you hold unrequited love for me. And I still trust you," She mewed carefully, trying to comfort him. "I mean, unless they are born twisted, it is very hard to find bad cats."

[Ghost]

Ghost, once again, shook his head. "I have hurt you, Brownclaw, and becuase of that... we can not be friends.. or lovers." A tear came out of his eyes. It was over. His love for Brownclaw was not over, but it was halted. And he knew that she did not like him. She couldn't.. not after the way he treated her. No, she could not mean what she said.