tell me i'm an [ANGEL]

[owly ✿]

RAiNSHOWERS
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.you play ring around the ambulance.
.well like you never gave a care.
.so get the choir boys around you.
.it's a compliment, I swear.
.and I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
.i wanna hear you sing the praise.
.i said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
.we got innocence for days.

A silver hued she-cat moved with light, graceful steps. Her motion was like that of a deer, it's touch so soft yet it's swiftness was awe inspiring. Her smooth pelt winded through the small rabbit trails of the clan's terra and she flicked lovely eyes towards the sky. Her opticals blinked once, twice, a third time. What was this? She scanned the grass that was being buffeted savagely in the wind and saw it again. A tail. It's occasionally flicked up over the grass but soon slid down again. She pricked her ears forward first with curiosity but that quickly ripped into pure fear when the scent hit her nose. Rainshowers' fur rose involuntarily on her lithe back and her ears folded back. This was no loner. It was dog. Her long limbs now felt like anchored ships and she couldn't move - frozen by fear.

Then it was too late. The fae heard it's howls of triumph on finding a helpless victim to rip apart and tear through. it's fowl breath was worse than that of a scavenging creature and it ripped through her body. Rainshowers than saw it's scrawny body but it was ripped with muscles. The very sinew and flesh of it was bones and muscle it seemed. Her fear was broken like a shattered glas now and she used long limbs like lightning and like a flash was gone from her past spot. Not quick enough though. The canine's fang's pulled out and into her shoulder with almost the same swiftness as her own body. Red stained the ground and her silvery pelt. The femme let out a yowl of terror at the sight before rushing away. Her eyes were wide as the full moon, filled with boiling fear. Where was Windclan?

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Though Leafbare was over, the wind still buffeted across the moors. The tall grass swayed and glided against each blade. The tall, mature-looking she-cat was surely visible in the grass. Her dark tawny pelt stood out like a flare in the sunlight. Black dapples created patterns across her pelt. Her long tail dragged behind her, her rounded ears flattened against her head as if she'd done something terrible. In a way, she believed she had.

Her long legs moved through the grass, her lean body visible through the blades. She lived true to her name. Cheetahpaw. The thirteen-moon old apprentice had her head lowered in thought. Her thoughts were of mourning, of despair and loneliness. She'd lost both of her best friends so easilly. They had slipped from her grasp, one having a new life and another just...

Her thoughts were cut off by a terrible scent. Her head raised slowly, her ears pricking forward. The scent of dog was detected, but behind it was something else. WindClan! Letting out a battle cry Cheetahpaw charged forward, soon enough finding the source of the scent.

It was definitely a dog. Not far away was the warrior, Rainshowers. Cheetahpaw could scent the blood that the dog had drawn. Furious now, her eyes narrowed, Cheetahpaw let out a hiss.

"Hey flea bag!" she snarled, "back off!"

With that Cheetahpaw lunged toward the dog.

[Spook]

((Can I join?))

Silver coated turquoise scanned the vast moors of WindClan. Ugg.. A dog... The small cat thought as she watched two cats face the mangy thing. One she recongnized, her old friend Cheetah...Cheetah something. She would be old enough to be a warrior, but she didn't know.

The other cat was unknown to her.

She slipped out of the grasses and faced the dog, hissing, her deep sunset coat bristling out against the blue sky flecked with clouds. Her step was small, ghost-like. As much as Cheetahpaw lived up to her name, the spirit-like she-cat was truly a Spook.