Keep Holding On [open/Hazelbrook]

[Dovasary]

I am small and fluffy, like those easter bunnies my owners would purchase for me. I would play with the little stuffed animals and wonder, in the real world, would I ever be able to make it with my small stature? My size is an advantage and a disadvantage. It is a pro and a con. My snow white fur has no pro it seems. Unless it is winter, and even then, snow doesn't normally touch Emberclan's vast mountain. So I am... as it would seem, screwed on everything. Sure, I can fight, but I can't match up to the strength of normal size warriors. And sure, I can hunt, but my blindingly white fur makes me very difficult to miss.

A sound reaches my ears, arousing me from my own, somewhat pessimistic thoughts. I claw my way back to the real world and out of my head, looking like some dumbstruck kitten. As I take in the surrounding area it finally clicks that I've managed to wander into the crossroads, a hot spot for cats of every clan. Because I definitely want to be babied, not only by my own clan but three other clans as well.

Brown and blue eyes flick around the clearing and I scuttle over to one of the large rocks. There is a dent in it, perfect for crouching in and dozing, or just trying to avoid attention. As I settle myself into the little hollow I allow thoughts of my old life to seep back into my consciousness. Thoughts of a warm fire to snuggle by, an owners grasp as they hugged you, protecting you from the dangers of the world. When I was there I imagined being free to run and hunt, and just live a life for myself, but now that I have that... what now? It's not as great as I had once thought, in my kitty-pet daze of being overfed and loved too much. Hold on to what you have, you'll miss it when it's gone.

OOC|| phew, dat post xP Lol, I'm a bit rusty on posting, and using first person. But here it is.

[Hazelstar]

Hazelbrook inched past the border of EmberClan territory into the crossroads, her ears swiveling around. She opened her jaws and drew in a quick breath. She didn't smell anyone. Yet. She picked her way over a large, rotting log which had been laying on the ground, cold and dead, since last green leaf. A storm had ripped the young tree from its roots. Hazelbrook stroked her claw across the log in her reflection, her ear twitched as she heard a noise. A small creature, a mouse, darted from inside the log. Hazelbrook watched it flee, her hazel eyes narrowing as she sensed it's fear. Lucky for it, she didn't feel like bothering with hunting the creature. Hazelbrook picked her way farther into the crossroads until she came to a cluster of rocks. She sniffed the air again. Someone was there. She sniffed again, she could tell it was someone from we own clan. EmberClan. She huffed and leaped onto the largest rock and perched up onto it, staring out into the distance, this was her area, she was always here. Her clan knew she disappears sometimes, this was one of her usual places to disappear to. Her eyes slanted downward, she saw a small cat nestled into the crack of a smaller rock. She couldn't remember her name which was typical of Hazelbrook, she looked back up into the distance, a bored, blank look on her face as she stared.

[Dovasary]

I could just lay here forever and stay till the day I die. Although with all the stupid flee-ball cats around here, that'd probably never happen. I can never have just a moment of peace. I snuggled a little deeper into myself and closed my eyes, perhaps a wink of sleep would put me into a more amiable mood. Come on Frostclaw, don't be so cold-hearted. I sniffed slightly, as if in protest. I wasn't expecting the scent that touched me. I inhaled again, then, in my own disappointment I sighed.

I opened on brown eye and stared out, looking for whoever interrupted my almost nap. "What do you want?" I blurted rudely. My muscles groaned in protest as I stood and stretched. So much for being in a better mood, that was shot to heck in a hand basket. I looked at the girl impatiently, trying to process what I was staring at. After a few moments of silence a name clicked. Hazel...brook... can I help you?" Although the sentence itself was fine enough, the glare permanently etched onto her features told otherwise.

Oh shush down, you don't need to be a jerk I told myself, trying to wipe the glare from my face. I don't know how, but I always managed to whip up my hackles immediately, whether the person was being rude, or polite. Or even if they haven't said anything. They disrupted her life, and so I was rude in defense, besides, looking like a kitten didn't help my own attitude. I was more sensitive to others reactions and actions. And I was always ready to bite back.

[Hazelstar]

Hazelbrook slowly relaxed herself into a laying position, she stretched her silvery, blue-grey, tabby paws into the air and extended her pearly claws into the air, admiring the sun as it glistened off the shiny surface of her claws. Kayalee heard an intake of breath from the small cat, she took a quick sniff again herself. Frostclaw. she thought, suddenly remembering the name. Hazelbrook's hackles rose when she was addressed with such rudeness by a clan member, then she remembered that she herself wasn't much of a clan member, she hadn't been in camp for what, three sunrises? Hazelbrook studied the small cat after she said her name. I'm surprised my name is even remembered by these cats. Kayalee thought, a sarcastic tone in her mind. Kayalee glared back at Frostclaw, she thought of many smart remarks she could make back at her, but she just turned away and continued staring into the distance, it wasn't her fault this cat happened to stumble across one of her favorite spots to relax. If these Dark Forest worshiping cats actually cared what I wanted, they would look for me and not let me stray from camp. Hazelbrook thought scornfully, her hazel eyes narrowing to slits. She leaped from the rock and stalked irritable way until she had found another, taller rock to relax on.

[Dovasary]

Okay so I wasn't the best in the world, but there was no need for her to huff and puff over to another rock... besides... well never mind. I squirmed a little bit in my little hollow then got out. "Hey wait," This time my voice carried none of my earlier snarkiness, and it was a little forlorn... almost. "I didn't mean to sound so rude... but uhm..." I faltered, unsure of how to ask... no beg more like, for her to stay.

I cursed my neediness, but swallowed my pride anyway, "Don't leave, I'm just a.... a naturally stand-offish cat." I attempted a smile, but it felt more like a smirk so I wiped it from my face. My paws ached and protested but I leaped from the bottom of the rock to the top, at least so I wouldn't feel so small... well... so I wouldn't feel even smaller than I already was. "I'm Frostclaw... I know your kind of new to the clan... but so am I... kind of." I smiled again, but this time it was a littl more genuine, and also a little bitter sweet.

"Not to go all sappy 'woes me' 'damsel in distress' on you, but I was a kitty-pet, I don't originate from Emberclan, so we kind of have something in common." Awww, look at me attempting to be nice. I gave a mental shake of the head and practically scoffed at my social ineptitude. I was just not cut out for this... imagine me as a mother. I shudder to think what might happen then. I was in my own world for a moment, oblivious to the other she-cat, and the wind that picked up a bit then.

It seemed to me the world was just out to get me. One strong gust was all it took to get my unprepared kitten-sized body sailing towards the ground. I was dethroned from my rock. Cursing under my breath I picked my pathetic self off the spongy grass and avoided her gaze. I swear... if she laughed at this pitiful moment I think I'd explode, although it'd be a nice change of pace instead of having every warrior come running saying "oh no a kit fell!"... not that that had happened to me...