Creeks don't belong on plains

[owly ✿]

A long furred gray she-cat sat very near to the windclan borders with Riverclan. Her heart was down and ready to crack. Creek's golden amber eyes had no luster and were dull as a stone. Only a few thoughts buzzed around her head. Badger, hatred, leave. creek knew Badger hated her now and always would, she also knew she had to leave. Nobody wanted her in Windclan anymore. Sure she had been a loyal member and protected her clan with everything she had but it was too much now. She just couldn't take staying and was not ready to be ridiculed and glared at by Badgerpaw. She was useless in the clan anymore. But then there was Cheetahpaw. Well Charlie would most likely end up mentoring her. Creek's heart wasn't torn anymore.She knew that creeks don't belong on the plains. They belong on the river. Two elements of each other. the beautiful she-cat stood up and placed paw after paw over the border. She glanced back once more at the wind-swept windclan terra. "Good bye."She sighed heavily,"good bye home of many heartbreaks"

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

"Get back here!" Cheetahpaw hissed at the beautifully colored butterfly that yet again flew away from her. The young apprentice's favorite game was probably catch the butterfly. It was just so fun to see if she actually could catch the agile creatures. However, it seemed that they always got the last laugh. And this time was no different.

Cheetahpaw started to give chase again, when a long-furred gray maine coon caught her eye. It was one of her best friends Creek. But there was something strange about what Cheetahpaw saw. Why was she so close to the RiverClan border? Maybe she was going to go scare some little apprentices! Well, Cheetahpaw was a "Little Apprentice" but it would still be fun! Immediately Cheetahpaw forgot the butterfly and ran toward her friend.

"Hey Creek!" Cheetahpaw mewed, nearly running past her. She turned around and stopped in front of her. But Cheetahpaw's excited expression dropped when she saw her friend's sad face.

"What's wrong?" She mewled softly, as if she were a kit.

[owly ✿]

Creek's short ears swiveled towards a voice. Then her dull orbs saw Cheetahpaw. 'Oh great, another thing to hold me back.' Thought Creek. She turned around and then looked quizzically at the young apprentice. Creek sat down and then lifted a small paw and flicked out a sharp claw.

"I'm leaving. Is that a bad thing?" She asked the little cheetah colored cat. The apprentice she-cat was staring at her with little amber eyes. Creek knew she would miss Cheetahpaw and would have to face her in battle when she was older but still knew that she would see Cheetahpaw at gatherings.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cheetahpaw couldn't believe her ears. Leaving?! At first, she felt a rush of anger. How could Creek betray her like that?! They'd have to face each other in battle in the future! And what about Charlie? Did he know about this? That anger was immediately replaced by a wave of sorrow. Her best friend was... leaving. Just going to vanish.

"Is that a bad thing?" Cheetahpaw echoed, her voice having so many mixed emotions you couldn't tell what she was feeling, "Of course it's a bad thing! Why would you ever want to leave WindClan?" Her pelt was bristling now, and her long tail was lashing back and forth.

[Burningwing]

" Perhaps she doesn't belong there."

A soft voice echoed out of the trees from the Riverclan side. It was silent for a moment, when a handsome golden bengal slipped from the bushes, plumed white chest perfectly clean. His eyes flickered over the river to Creek, like the sun and the moon, one gold eye rested on the right side, light blue on the left. He wasn't small, but his build was narrow, and almost fragile as he made his way down the bank. He paused, staring into the clear stream that ran through a hollow bank, and further day it bulked out into the gorge. Her lifted his legs, sprinting across the shallow water, which flew away in waves as his paws met the bottom, spraying up matting his fur. As he made it to the Windclan shore, he vigorously shook his pelt, scattering small droplets. Staring into Creeks eyes, he could feel his pelt grow hot despite the cold water sticking to him. " Excuse my interrupting, I'm Mythecho, and I couldn't help but to notice you say your leaving Windclan."

[owly ✿]

Creek's amber eyes met Myth's multi-colored eyes. Her pelt was tugged back and forth with the light dancing of the wind. Her paws were as light as a feather as she padded over the border to the loner. The Maine Coon cat was skinny and had rippling muscles under her thick pelt. She was built long and thin and had a water-proof pelt just like all Maine Coons.

"So I am. Why do you ask me about that?" She meowed lightly and then gazed tiredly at the well-groomed loner. Odd, most of them were gruff and hard-core cats. This particular cat seemed.......nice.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cheetahpaw couldn't believe it. Some mysterious loner swoops in, and suddenly Cheetahpaw is nothing but dust in the wind. She let out a cold hiss, and turned away.

"Bye." She muttered coldly, "See you never." Cheetahpaw stretched out the word never. Tears started to form in her eyes, but she shook them away. Why should she care? It was Creek's own choice. So, Cheetahpaw started to walk away.

[Cheetahpaw's gone]

[Burningwing]

Mythecho let out a soft mew of laughter. " Why do I ask?" He mewed gently. " Only because I was once a Thunderclan cat, finding it to my dislike, I left. It interests me that someone else had the courage to leave their clan, pressured to stay by the ones that enjoy their company. " He gave a swift flick of his white tipped tail in Cheetahpaw's direction. His gentle eyes once more locked onto Creek's beautiful amber ones, the sun beading off them like glittering droplets of rain. He ran his gaze over her long grey pelt, small patterns etched over her body like script upon a scroll. He let out an embarrassed cough, hoping Creek hadn't noticed his eyes straying. " Well, I suppose any tom would be surprised a beautiful she-cat would be leaving her home." He ducked his head, very fakely, he pretended to study a beetle crawling over his paw.

[owly ✿]

Creek gazed at the tom. He was gazing at her and talking the talk. she felt hot under her fur and then smiled. This tom seemed so nice. She couldn't help but liking him. Creek's pelt was now standing up a bit but it was impossible to tell as the wind made it bluster around like a little snowflake in the cold blizzards of winter. Just then a drop of rain his her nose and made it sting. Creek sneezed.

"Could-could I come with you?" She asked suddenly shy. Creek awaited an answer from Myth.

[Burningwing]

Mythecho blinked, clearly surprised. Most she-cats he met, wanting for company scorned him, letting him off with claws snagged in his fur. But none, however, had been as beautiful as Creek, and suddenly, the lava was poured all over his pelt once more. " I would lov-I mean like," He quickly corrected, a blush in his cheeks as the wind whipped his short fur to and fro, though it was hardly visible. " I would like to accompany you, Creek." He mewed quietly. " You are heading to Riverclan I would guess? Well, I just think I should mention, I am a loner, part of no clan. I don't live in the loner territory, or the kittypet place as vicious rogue-like loners rule those areas. I live among the clan territories, taking only as little as possible. If you won't mind me being a bit, well, I guess some would call it a 'theft' But I only take what I need." He stared back into her amber eyes. " Erm- I'll just cut to the chase. Yes, you can come with me. But first, you look cold out here where the wind gives no mercy, come, lets get to mare shelter." He beckoned with his tail, but did not move from Creeks side.

//lol, he amuses me ^^//

[owly ✿]

Creek's tail lifted high into the air as Myth replied to her. he was the kindest cat ever. Creek still had the bitter memories of Badger's cold stares and almost snarls as replies to her. Now as the cold wind tugged her nearer to Myth those flashbacks went with the breeze, never to be remembered as long as Creek was with Myth. Creek's amber eyes were full of only one thing. Joyfulness. Something she hadn't felt for many moons. The silvery colored she-cat looked towards Myth.

"I only make shelters with handsome tom cats." Creek said to him and then looked relaxedly at the land surrounding her. The she-cat's gaze now focused back at Myth. "So I guess we should go." she said and gave Myth a quick lick over his ear.

[Burningwing]

Mythecho dipped his head, his cheek glowing bright red through his fur as the gentle rasping of Creek's tongue over his ear warmed him. For once in many moons, he could feel a bond, however newly sown it was, still strongly laced. Being comforted by this movement, he drew his tail along her cheek, gazing deeper into the amber pools off her eyes. The hurt that had gathered there when he had first emerged from the undergrowth had vanished, and now joyfulness lit his heart that Creek was happier now. Not wanting to question her about why she was leaving, he only gave Creek a gentle nudge in the shoulder, a gesture that they should get going. " I agree, we should find some where to shelter before the sunsets, and some patrols should come along soon. But first, allow me to fetch you some fresh prey?" He held himself at the edge of the silver stream, staring into the shallow water until he found what he was looking for. A plump carp had been washed down from the deeper regions of the water, and was practically helpless as he whipped it out with one paw, than bit into it's silver scales. " I don't know if you've had fish before," He mumbled as he bit off the skin. " But it is delicious!"

[owly ✿]

XXWe are finally free tonightXX

Creek followed Myth as he padded near the river. a normal clan cat would have felt totaly bad and would most likely be doing apprentice tasks if they were caught off the border let alone on another clan's territory. Now she was free. With myth. She was a loner. she was Creek.

The pretty she-cat watched myth catch the fish from Riverclan territory and was grateful for the prey. "no I haven't had fish." she said. the aroma was mouth watering and Creek trotted over the Myth. her whiskers twitched as she sniffed the treat.

[Burningwing]

A purr of amusement rumbled from Mythecho's throat as Creek sniffed at the tender flesh. The flayed scales glistened in the streams of sunlight that wafted faintly from above, thought the whipping of the wind threatening to blow it away along with the cats dotted beside each other on the shore. " Go on now!" Mythecho mewed. " Take a bite! It doesn't stink like crowfood does it? So it shouldn't taste like it." He flicked his tail along her back playfully. As if to prove it, he bent down to take a nibble at the neck, revealing a row of small bones beneath the space, a few that had broken off hardly crunched in his mouth as he daintily swallowed it down. " I should take you to Shadowclan territory some time! I must say, the frogs are beyond word! They taste like a mixture of tender fish and the juiciest rabbit in the forest!"

[owly ✿]

Creek cast an amused look at the tom. He couldn't be serious, eating frogs. Yuck. Creek might just get sick there but then the ever faithful wind blew to her nose and the nice wafting scent of fish was again mouth-watering. The long-furred gray she-cat's amber eyes peered over and she ripped a bite out. The taste was as good as fresh warm rabbit. Even better it seemed. Creek looked up at Myth. "Thansf." She meowed with a mouthful of fish. She meant to say thanks so Creek just nodded thanks and hoped Myth would get what she meant.

[Burningwing]

Mythecho let out a mew of laughter, his short tabby pelt rustling as a strong breeze blew through it. His multi-coloured eyes even seemed to reflect his joy, as gleams of sun dust danced off them like the moon and sun. Bending down his neck, he nibbled lightly at the tender flesh, leaving plenty for Creek. After all, he had had a mouse only a few minutes before the fresh scent of Windclan had caught his nose. Letting out a noisy purr, he rolled onto his back, his stomach exposed in the air and his front paws tucked tightly against his snowy white chest fur. The brambles of a nearby bush whipped and tickled his belly, and he let out a lash of his tail, then curled it up like a lizards tongue, a silly grin plastered against his face. " Y'Welcome, soon, fish will seem like an every day mouse!" A small chuckle escaped from him.

[owly ✿]

Creek's tail fliped over towards Myth's and blew in the breeze next to his. A few orange and red colored leaves drifted around her paws and she gingerly stuck a claw out and caught one. The gray she-cat played with the object before allowing it to follow the other group of leaves. Creek's bright, fire-like orb's peirced into Myth's. Creek looked at him and then spoke.

"I-love-you."She whispered, a slight tremor went through her also as she remembered when she said these words before her heart was torn to shreds and blew away like the leaves.

[Burningwing]

Several narrow orange leaves drifted down from the trees, settling around Mythecho's paws. As he gingerly struck one, he glanced at Creek. Her glistening amber eyes drilled through his own, like the sun hazing beyond a translucent screen. His golden tabby pelt prickled with unease at the silence spread like thick butter as the sweat soaked his fur. But he never would expect what he heard next.

"I love you"

It was like the soft sounds of birds trilling out songs through spring, and the green flashing of leaves twirling through the wind. The sound of gentle purring in a heart, and the contented sigh of an a leader knowing they had done well.

Mythecho shoke his head, staring blindly into the scorching gaze of the former Windclan member. " You take things rather quickly don't you?" His voice was ragged, yet soft. " Creek....." He murmured thoughtfully, ruffling his paws in the soil. His mind was a buzz when he whispered, " I don't know how to tell you this but.......I feel the same way about you."

[owly ✿]

Creeks grey fur blew back and forth and her heart was jumping. The pretty she-cat had expected a horrible answer but the world had taken a turn for the best. Creek's amber eyes melted away with happiness they got a soft and kind look. This was a different cat it seemed. Usually her eyes were like sharp chips of ice, hard and unforgiving towards other cats.

Crekk's paw shuffled around and her claw slid out and caught a peice of twig. it pulled on her paw and she let out a small squeak of surprize. "Ouch!" She snarled. "I am such a klutz." She growled.

[Shadowflower]

Windflight raced up to the other cat. She scented the air, unable to distinguish the scent. Was this cat a rogue or a WindClan cat?

[Burningwing]

A deep purr rumbled from Mythecho's throat, and leaning forward leaves crinkled under the pressure of his paws. Delicately, he drew his tongue over Creek's paw pad, feeling the swollen and broken leather under his small pink tongue. His fur suddenly bristled hostilely, as a whiff of Windclan scent tugged at his nose, but he pushed it away, it was probably just the beautiful grey she-cat's tangy scent leaving her fur for the more subtle loner scent of brambles and river stones. Slowing progressing up her paw, Mythecho's tongue gradually found its way to Creek's face, and gingerly, he touched her ear tip with his muzzle, trying to forget the sullen look that Cheetahpaw had thrown at them when she made her way back over the hills. Surely the apprentice couldn't have been sore enough to gather a patrol?

[owly ✿]

Creek's whole body erupted into a purring mass as Mythecho licked her fur and hurt paw carefully. Creek's amber eyes were soft as she gazed lovingly at Mythecho. He was so perfect. Not mean and cold like that spoiled cat Badgerpaw.

The beautiful gray she-cat's fur was tugged around with the wind once more but this time the scent that drifted to her nose was not a good one. Windclan. Creek's heart skipped a beat before she faced Mythecho. Her amber eyes burned into the tom's. "We need to leave. Another Windclanner is coming!" She whispered quickly.

[Burningwing]

Mythecho flicked his ears in reply, slinking deeper into the bushes on the Riverclan side of the border. A twig snapped loudly under the pressure of his paw, causing him to wince. He stood silently at the undergrowth edge as he waited fro Creek to get deeper into the fern fronds before he followed. The wind still tugged at his short golden tabby pelt. " Do you think the cats gone?" He whispered under his breath, his multi-coloured eyes glanced worryingly at Creek.

//Blah//

[owly ✿]

Creek's amber eyes were now filled with worry. Her gray pelt was puffed up like a porkupine. she didn't mind if the cat caught her but if they found Myth they would probley take him as a prisoner. No, Wingstar wouldn't do that. Would she? Creek hoped not. if Windclan took Myth prisoner then they were going to take her to.

"I don't know if they are gone. we should head somewhere else just to be safe." The pretty she-cat replied to the tom. Creek followed Myth's path through the ferns. It was hard to smell him. Being a Windclan cat, Creek wasn't used to smelling for something. On the plains a cat could just look around and see another soul wandering.

[Burningwing]

Mythecho's multi-coloured orbs glistened with worry, not only for himself, but for Creek. Surely if Wingstar discovered her running off to become a loner with him, she would demand the pretty long grey pelted she-cat to remain in her clan? Leveling his gaze into Creek's bright amber eyes, he mewed steadily, " We should venture further into Riverclan borders, but beware for the patrols, it wouldn't be much better then one from Windclan."

Gently drawing his long tail along the former Windclanner's flank, he tentively sniffed the air, gingerly placing dappled tabby paws one after another into the shadows. Many trees had lost most of their cover, but luckily the border line was dotted with juniper bushes, so both their scent and bodies would be disguised.

[owly ✿]

//Want to start a new post and do ya want them to be mates? x)//

[Burningwing]

//Ok, can you start the new thread? oh, and yes X)//

[Shadowflower]

Windflight backed away from the two cats. Surely she should leave them alone? Windflight caught a scent in the air. Rabbits! Windflight dashed off, in pursuit of the rabbit.