The Blinding Truth. .:Neko:.

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A snow white blur stepped into the clearing of Windclan. His tail slightly dragging across the ground. His head hanging to the ground as his paws felt the ground in front of him before each step. He called this place his home, though, already forgot the small details. He knew to the left of him, the silent bodies of the warrior's made their home in a small dent in the ground, and the apprentices next to them. And too his right his leader slept in a small rustic tree which roots housed the elders. He knew the Medicine Cat's den the best, for that is where he slept. It was an old rabbit's den, or so he was told. Breakheart wasn't in there, or perhaps he was in the back sleeping, but either way Snowpaw saw no point in staying. He couldn't sleep, and the wind of the night's air comforted him. He stretched his neck upward, looking toward the black night. Though, for him it actually was black. He couldn't see the twinkling lights that made up Starclan. His eyes, like the ice the covers clear blue streams, slowly shut. In his mind he saw the stars, but those memories would only last a few moons. He let out a small sigh, his breath swirling and joining with the small breeze that set in over Windclan. He couldn't help but feel the burning come to his eyes. The burning he felt a lot since his mother died. He couldn't help but wonder if his mother made it to Starclan, or if she was looking down upon him. He still cried at nights, he could feel his face getting wet as he dropped his head to the ground. He didn't actually have sleeping problems, but never felt like sleeping. He could hear the soft thud of his tear hitting the ground. He missed his mother very much, she was his best friend. Now, now he was stuck with the Medicine cat who he didn't really know, and what he has heard of him. He heard he was a mean cat, well not mean but didn't care. He wasn't sure yet, he had only just moved into the den as his apprentice. He wanted someone who would care for him, someone who would hold him and tell him everything was okay. He wanted his mother to walk into Windclan camp and wrap her tail around him. Just like she use to do when he was a kit. But that would never happen, and Snowpaw knew it. It was a hopeless dream, but he still felt the need to dream it. He pointed his nose back up, softly whispering to his mother. "Mother, If you can hear me, I miss you. I don't understand why you had to die the way you did. I hope I get to see you again." He wiped his tail over his face, he didn't want to any cat seeing him crying.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 666666; border: #663333 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we're all mad here "Cheryl!" Breakheart jolted awake, panting and sweating. He couldn't remember what he had been dreaming of, pieces of the terrifying images drifting away. He could feel bits of moss clinging to his gray fur. He must of teared his bedding to pieces. The tabby clenched his teeth, "Tch. A cat my age, having nightmares as if he's still a kit!" Yawning, he stood up, pieces of his nest dropping to the floor of the den. He stretched, not bothering to groom his fur or pick out the remaining moss. I'll clean up later. He decided. The medicine cat sniffed around the den, searching for honey. Not the honey from the medicine supply, no he kept his own stash of honey and non-medical berries for himself. He felt a sticky liquid poke his black nose, and smiled. Breakheart lifted his head and licked the honey from his nose, then dipped his paw in it. Lifting the paw to his mouth, he licked the sweet nectar, feeling it's warmth run down his throat. He used it's stickiness to pick up a couple blueberries, he'd found them not long after arriving on the territory, when he was still young. As they had to medicinal value, he decided that they shouldn't go to waste, and took them for himself. Honey and berries, a midnight snack. He took a glance outside of the entrance, it was still dark outside. There was a cat laying down in the middle of the clearing, their silent sobs reaching his white ears. Breakheart recognized the snow-white pelt of his apprentice, appropriately named Snowpaw. He was crying his little blind eyes out. Over what, the medicine cat didn't know, nor care. Should I put a smile on that face? He grinned at the ways he could cheer up his apprentice, many of which included honey being rubbed into the poor tom-cat's fur. Moving quickly and silently, Breakheart dipped his paw into the honey again and hopped into the clearing behind Snowpaw. The medicine cat smeared the golden liquid into the poor tom-cats fur, turning the snowy pelt into sticky yellow spikes. He molded the yellowing hairs into a straight line along the apprentice's spine. "So how's about you talk about your day while I do you're hair?" you'll fit right in! character; breakheart word count; 393 time; 9:51 pm mood; lazy other; recycling is good for the earth!

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Snowpaw's ears perked backwards. He heard paw's steps coming toward him, but they weren't normal. It was almost as the cat was hopping on three paws. He sat up, he hated being blind, not knowing in your own camp if the cat was of your clan. He felt the cat get closer but realized they came out of the Medicine cat den. 'It must be Breakheart', He thought to himself. 'Though, why is he hopping on three paws? Snowpaw knew from enough knowledge that his mentor had four paws. Maybe he was hurt and was coming to get Snowpaw, but he would had said something by now. Right? Snowpaw was confused, and turned his head toward his mentor. His eyes now dry from tears as the thoughts of his mother were pushed from his mind. The scent of honey drifted to his nose, which confused him. He had smelled honey on his mentor before, ignoring it for he was going through herbs that day. But why would the tom now have the scent on him, it was fresh also. It was sweet and calming, Snowpaw had a taste once when learning about each herb. He liked the way it slid down his thoat and made his stomach feel warm and happy. "So how's about you talk about your day while I do you're hair?"Snowpaw jumped as the cold sticky honey hit his fur. All thoughts of the sweet taste were replaced with bad thoughts. 'How was he suppose to get this out of his fur? He jumped away from his mentor, scowling and started licking his pelt. His perfect snow white fur, now tainted with such sweet stuff. How could his own mentor do such a thing? And with a herb that might be needed. He pointed his nose to were he thought Breakheart was standing, his eye cold and filled with sadness. "How could you do this to me? Your suppose to be a mentor, not some kit who thinks it fun to put honey in my pelt and mess it all up! The only cat I have left in my life.. I hate you! Snowpaw was almost yowling, but made his voice softer so he wouldn't wake anyone else. He quickly go to his paws and ran farther away from Breakheart, in the shadows of Windclan camp. A small corner that some cats liked to lay out in the sun. He licked franticly at his pelt. After a few seconds, he gave up. Collapsing to the ground in loud sobs. He wish he finished the berry and went with his mother, he hated being blind. He wanted to be a warrior, not a Medicine cat apprentice to some mouse-brained tom.

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[soulreaperneko]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 666666; border: #663333 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we're all mad here "How could you do this to me? Your suppose to be a mentor, not some kit who thinks it fun to put honey in my pelt and mess it all up! The only cat I have left in my life.. I hate you!" The snow-white tom-cat bounded away to the other side of Windclan camp, hiding away in a small corner where, had he been in possession of a darker pelt, he'd have been close to invisible. The cruel smile on Breakheart's face didn't waver at his apprentice's harsh words. The one-eyed tabby padded over to where the ice colored apprentice lay sobbing, a look of both understanding and contempt coming to his only reddish-brown eye. "So that's what this is about." He started as he sat beside the younger tom. "The little one is feeling all alone in the big wide world." Breakheart lifted his honey-covered paw to his mouth and licked it clean, then using the wet appendage to wipe the remaining honey from Snowpaw's fur. It was still a little sticky, but the pelt had reverted to it's usual snow color. "Let me tell you something, you are not the only one." The tabby's usually cheerful voice grew stern as he spoke. "Many of the cats in this clan have little family to speak of, some none at all. Many of them still cry themselves to sleep at night, much like you're doing now. But a few of them decide that the best way to handle the situation is to keep their lost loved ones in memory and move on with their lives. Through loss comes strength." Breakheart looked into Snowpaw's cloudy blue eyes with his one maroon colored one. The tabby smiled, his voice lightening. "It's not healthy to pout one's own past. Trust me, I'm a medicine cat." The tabby tom would never admit it, but he saw a little of himself in he snow-white apprentice. He could remember a certain one-eyed apprentice crying in his sleep over a lost foster sister and mother. And it wasn't much of a task to bring to mind the gray and white tabby mourning silently over the bodies of his friend and mentor. He didn't want Snowpaw to follow in his pawprints down the path of madness, but he'd never say it out loud. According to his apprentice, he wasn't supposed to care. you'll fit right in! character; breakheart word count; 393 time; 10:02 am mood; tired other; you beat me again! ah well, at least i figured out what to post.

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Snowpaw heard his mentor follow him. Breakheart was probably thinking he had to help his apprentice, or something along those lines. He felt the tom sit next to him, Snowpaw stopped his sobbing. Though they came out in little weeps now, his body shaking softly. He could hear his mentor lick his paw, then felt him softly clean his pelt. At least Snowpaw didn't have to explain that to anyone in camp the next day. He slightly sat up, his face still facing the ground though. It wasn't like he could see his mentor anyways, what was the point of looking at him. He did know though, for a fact that his mentor was half blind. He was lucky for that, he could still see the beautiful moonlight around them. Snowpaw only had memories, and that's what he strives on. Frowning, he listened to his mentor's voice. He realized his mentor was very wise, and he knew he would always look up to him. Snowpaw would never tell his mentor this. "But.. Memories are all I have left." His voice squeaked out. He sat up more looking to his mentor softly. "I don't understand why my mother had to die the way she did. And my father is too moused-brained to even care, running away like a little squirrel so he wont get caught." Snowpaw slightly muttered the last bit, but he was sure Breakheart still heard him.

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[soulreaperneko]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 666666; border: #663333 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we're all mad here "But.. Memories are all I have left." A simple problem, with an even simpler solution. Breakheart cuffed his apprentice's ear playfully. "Then don't lose them!" He replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The one-eyed tabby looked up at the moon, the silver orb a quarter of it's full size. Normally, the pure whiteness would stick out against the black night, much like Snowpaw stuck out against the shadows of the Windclan camp. But for Breakheart, the moon blurred itself into the night, making it close to invisible to the tom-cat. He'd never tell anyone, but his sight was beginning to fail him. It had started not long after he'd become the medicine cat of Windclan, his right eye would sometimes blur the world around him, as if he were spinning. Occasionally, it would stop working all together, and just fade into blackness, though it usually returned moments later. He'd yet to tell anyone of his predicament, not even Snowpaw. Breakheart thought it'd be best if the clan didn't know that both medicine cat and medicine cat apprentice were unable to see, as they already worried over the fact that they only shared one eye between the two of them. If it got out that Breakheart was starting to lose his ability to see as well...... "I don't understand why my mother had to die the way she did. And my father is too moused-brained to even care, running away like a little squirrel so he wont get caught." The medicine cat narrowed his eyes at Snowpaw's words, but said nothing. He had his suspicions about the younger tom's father, though he was unsure of who it was yet. His mother had never revealed the father, and Snowpaw showed no interest in saying anything on the matter. Whoever it was, didn't want anyone to know he'd had a mate, much less a son. But it wasn't just curiosity that drove the tom to search for answers, it was the truth. The truth behind how his apprentice's mother had died. While searching for the right herbs to prepare the she-cats body for the vigil, Breakheart found that someone had taken some deathberries from his medicine supply. Upon inspecting the body, the medicine cat had discovered bits of the chewed berries stuck between the queen's teeth. This confirmed that she hadn't died of sickness, but from the deadly berries. He kept it a secret from the clan though, for fear of panic and suspicion spreading among his clanmates. He'd considered suicide as a possible reason, but had dismissed it due to the fact that the queen had been a happy mother and loved her child too dearly to kill herself. it could have been an accident, but she would have known how dangerous the berries were. That left murder, but who would kill her? The father would have been an obvious suspect, but his identity had been kept a secret. Now the medicine cat was left wondering which of his clanmates had fathered his apprentice and killed his mate. There was another question that haunted his mind though. When he found the murderer, what would he do? you'll fit right in! character; breakheart word count; 527 time; 4:25 pm mood; pumped other; broke 500! murder mystery ftw!

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"Then don't lose them!" He heard his mentor say. Snowpaw's mind started to wonder only sightly. Wondering what Breakhheart's memories were. He never heard his mentor's past. Form his own mouth nor others. Maybe one day he would ask the tom about this. Or maybe he would ask about his mentor when he went to visit the elders. He knew they wouldn't always fight, and that some days would be good. It wasn't his fought Breakheart was so.. Snowpaw couldn't even think of the word that fit him. Breakheart was rude, yet kind. Immature yet very wise. It was a very weird thing he noticed. Though, Snowpaw ignored it mostly. Breakheart could go through all the moods in the world, but that didn't mean that Snowpaw had to hate him, or even dislike him. He figured that he would have to get use to his mentors attitude. Snowpaw was confused at this point. He wasn't sure what to say even. He felt like his mind was turning, that the world was spinning faster then ever. He licked his paw softly and swiped it over his head and face. Calming himself was one thing he learned how to do. He could go from screaming, to being calm. In fact, he just had. Softly wiping his paw over his face again he looked to his mentor. "Do you regret having me as your apprentice? He turned his face away embarrassed. His eye lids slipping over his icey blue eyes. "I didn't mean it when I said I hate you, I don't really know you. I'm sorry.."

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[soulreaperneko]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 666666; border: #663333 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we're all mad here "Do you regret having me as your apprentice?" The question caught Breakheart off guard, plucking him from his thoughts like a fish that had just been caught by a Riverclan cat. He just stared at his apprentice for a bit, arranging his thoughts in the best way before opening his muzzle to answer. "With age comes many regrets, I could name quite a few off the top of my head. However, having you around as a servant is not one of them." This was probably one of the nicest things the tabby as ever said to anyone for the longest time. Which was probably why he said it in such a quiet voice, so as to avoid anyone hearing those kind words. "I didn't mean it when I said I hate you, I don't really know you. I'm sorry.." Breakheart scoffed at this, now Snowpaw was just being silly. He was old enough to know the difference between hatred and a pouting apprentice. "Please, give me some credit! I hardly listen to anything anyone says, why would three little words from you be any different?" And so he went from kind of nice to Breakheart again. The one-eyed tom-cat opened his jaw in a loud yawn, a reminder of just how late it was. "Why are we out here at this time of night anyway? If you're done out here I think I'd like to return to my beauty sleep. This face doesn't look pretty on it's own you know~♪" you'll fit right in! character; breakheart word count; 257 time; 7:51 mood; tired beyond all hope other; 257 words........257 words.......[dies]

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"With age comes many regrets, I could name quite a few off the top of my head. However, having you around as a servant is not one of them." Snowpaw felt his body warm to that. He was glad his mentor was understanding, that Snowpaw was just having a fit. He didn't mean anything at all. Though, servant wasn't the best thing Snowpaw was called. Though he ignored it, thinking of it was a nice comment. He knew he'd learn how to be patient with his mentor, and that he would come to be patient with Snowpaw. He tried his best to ignore the fact that the tom said he never listened, knowing he had too. Though Snowpaw knew if affected him a little bit, at the very least maybe. Snowpaw could only snort at his next comment. Rolling his eyes he got to his feet, turning to the Tom next to him. "For a fact I cannot see your 'Beautiful face' and you are very full of yourself." He laughed and padded toward their den. Knowing Breakheart wold follow close behind. As he stepped into the den he felt the calming air and scent of the herbs float around him. He was happy and went right to his nest. Before Breakheart found his nest Snowpaw asked, "What are we to do tomorrow? Anything needed to be collected or any cats needed for a checking on?[/b[

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