Tears.Of.Pain[Open]

[Torrentheart]

Four silver paws stepped out of the bushes, and onto the hard earth that lay beside the ever flowing river.
Fierce green eyes flashed as they searched for enemies, prey, or even friends.
Years of losing everyone she had, made her tough, determined, and stubborn...three traits that could either help her..or hurt her.
With her ears pricked up for any sounds, Torrentheart finally stepped out all of the way, the soft wind rustling her fur.
She glanced up at the sky, sniffing the cool morning air.
She padded over to the rushing river, it's clear blue waters showing her reflection.
She saw the Silver, striped cat in front of her, the green eyes and muscles making her think of her father.
She looked away for a moment, allowing herself to think about her family...allowing herself to remember.

Four Kits playing together in a backyard, fences on every side.
She remembered the laughter, the fun that they all had.
But she also remembered the pain.
The pain of a dead mother, and the pain that came with realizing that her father was a deadly rouge.
Darkfur.
The cat that she called Father.
The cat that killed dozens.
But now, even he, was gone.
Killed. Forever torn out of her life...like everything else.
And so were her siblings, Brownie, Rowan, and Winter.
She didn't even know where they were now, but she longed to see them again.
She longed to reunite the cats that were left in this dysfunctional family.

...But for now, Torrentheart was alone.
A cat plagued with loneliness and pain...and just needing a friend.
So here she sat, her head bent low, and her body hunched over as she prayed to Starclan for a change in her life.

[Nightfur and Co.]

[glow=red,2,300]Snowpelt had managed to detach himself from camp for a while and go out on a solo patrol. That new cat, Sparrowtail, was annoying him to bits--the flirtatious she-cat wouldn't leave him alone! He had a mate, had told her that a million times, but the stupid mouse-brain would hear none of it.

The white tom soon came upon Torrentheart. He hadn't talked to her in a while. Maybe they could finish the patrol together. He walked up to sit by her and smiled.[/glow]

[w h i s p e r :: d a i s y]

A small, creamy she-cat peeked down from the tree she had been sleeping in. With no mentor, things could get quite boring. After somehow getting a pass from the leader to leave camp, Daisypaw had sprinted down the the river and climbed a tree, and almost immediately fallen asleep. She smiled at the she-cat beneath her and called down, "Is everything all right?" The momentum of suddenly waking up, however, threw her off the branch, and she landed, almost off-balance, in front of Torrentheart. Grinning sheepishly, she said, "Um, I hope you didn't see that."

[Torrentheart]

((Sorry this took so long guys))

Surprised by the sudden interruptions, Torrentheart jumped slightly.
She looked to her side, to see the tom smiling.
Just as she was about to saying something, she was suddenly surprised to see a cat falling out of a tree.
Her fur bristled slightly, but lay flat again after she realized they were both from Riverclan.
She had some trouble trusting cats, partly because of her past...and partly because she was just stubborn and cautious by nature but there was no harm in some friendly cats coming around you was there?
She gave a small laugh, glancing down at the small apprentice.
"Unfortunately, I did."
She smirked, glancing over at the tom she knew was named Snowpelt.
"You know...apprentices aren't really supposed to be wandering the woods by themselves."
She said, thinking back to her semi-carefree days as a young cat.
Sure, her past was a little messed up, but she had always managed to have fun.
"What's your name?"
She asked her, flicking her tail playfully at the young cat.