and die young

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OOC: HOLY C**P! THAT IS ONE LONG POST! WHAT DID YOU DO? SPEND A WHOLE DAY ON IT?!

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OOC://That was awesome, Torneh! Do you mind if I join? Of course, it would when I have more time, ;p. -Whisper- I haveta go to school soon-.

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OOC//Okie, here it goes. I'll try my best to scavenge up some muse ;P

The night was silent, and the tan, brown sprinkled she-cat didn't intend to break this silence. Her small, elegant paws padded silently against the grassy ground as she crept through the lands. Unlike the brute that waited closer than she thought, the loner was more accustomed to these lands, and knew her way around them by memory. She had lay in the shadows of her barn for hours, deep in thought, but hadn't been able to catch even a wink of sleep, no matter how hard she tried. Annoyed with herself, the femme had decided to take a walk alone under the shining, indigo blanket of the night sky. Perhaps she could better gather her thoughts out here.

A cool breeze blew through the loner lands that lay outside of the WindClan moors. It pricked at her speckled coat, and sent shiver through her spine. The loner known as Samantha suddenly became aware of how alone she was in the vast lands, and tensed as she gained that familiar feeling that she was being watched. She shot her head up quickly, harks flattening against it as her bright opticals narrowed. The stars seemed to stare silently down at her, and she returned them with a glare of defiance. Here was a mystery that, deep inside, haunted every loner that walked these lands. StarClan. Were they really out there? It hardly seemed logical, death was death. But, as Samantha attempted to contemplate all of this, she shook her head. It was beginning to hurt. Who cared, anyway? If there was a StarClan, they certainly didn't care for loners. No, the loners and rogues of these lands fended for themselves, and prided upon it, however hard it made their lives. They did not depend on any Clan or ancestors, and only then could a cat experience true freedom.

With a sigh, Samantha turned away from the celestial view. Whatever her beliefs, she would not challenge the heavens now. Silently, she broke into a fast sprint, bounding silently through the grass as if to get away from...well, everything. Sammy didn't really pay attention to where exactly she was going, but her long limbs carried her toward the lakeside. As she passed through the ferns, her pace slowed, as if she realized how mad she must've looked. Shaking her head slowly, the lithe femme padded through the environ in almost slow motion, her head lowering slightly. The expression in her hazy, hue-changing eyes was unreadable at the moment, for now she felt of mixed emotions. And then, Samantha looked up to see exactly where she had run off to.

The terrain before her was a vast extense of tall grass, and a wide, glassy lake. It's surface was smooth like ice, and although snow stained the grounds, it was not quiet cold enough to be frozen over today. The water reflected the stars and the moon, and Samantha watched it quietly for a moment, her tail swaying steadily behind her. The sight was beautiful, and it took her breath away. Rarely did she find such times to appreciate these things, to appreciate her life these days. It was all work, a constant competition for survival. She sighed. That was life, was it not?

Perhaps a drink of water was what she needed to satisfy her sleepless plight. Samantha gave a tiny shrug, and began padding down the gently sloping bank, and toward the water. At the vast and sparking sight, she had fallen deep into thought. This had become a habit of hers lately, and it was clear by her vacant expression that she was not quite paying attention to the world around her. If she had been, perhaps Samantha would have spotted the smoke-and-moon-washed brute as she embarked toward the glistening lake. But she did not, in fact, although she was perhaps a few fox-lengths away, Samantha didn't even cast a glance at him. As she reached the water's edge, she paused, her glassy amber eyes moving over the surface as if she had not realized that with another step, she might've fallen in. But then, gently, she lowed her head to hover kitten-steps above the glass, her long pearled whiskers skimming the surface just barely. With a sound almost as silent as the coming snowfall, Samantha reached out her small pink tongue, and began to drink. She lapped up the water for a moment, letting it wash refreshingly down her throat. But the substance was chilled by the outside temperature, and it sent a chill through the femme's spine. As if the icy drink had brought her back to reality, Samantha seemed to stir. She blinked, as if coming back to reality, and lifted her head, now face-to-face with her own expression. But, as her chocolate, amber sparked eyes passed over the surface, they widened, fixing upon the brute's form, which she had just now noticed. Slightly alarmed, Samantha leaped away, spinning to face him warily. She stood, hackles on end for a brief moment, surveying the stranger suspiciously. And then, slowly, she began to relax. The masculine scented of rogue. Rogues were slightly more dangerous than loners, yes, but they shared a loner's point of view in many ways, and weren't aligned to the Clans. Samantha thought them trustworthy.

Running her tongue briefly over her ruffled chest fur, the femmoria raised her head to meet the other feline's gaze, her own sparked with a slight, helpless curiosity. Her harks straightened, one of them flicking briefly to the side in an apologetic gesture. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there." She meowed with some embarrassment, her tone friendly enough. Samantha wasn't the type to start a fight if it didn't need to be started, and now was no exception. Hopefully, the brute wasn't feeling particularly hostile today either.


OOC://Eh, not as long as yours, but it'll do. xP

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OOC//xDDD Thank yooou, but my muse has been sucking lately, so forgive this one xPP

IC// She met his gaze curiously, her green gaze still carrying its mixture of emotions. Samantha tilted her head to the side slightly, an almost thoughtful action. Her amberish hued optics narrowed by only the slightest amount as the brute let out a rough chuckle, but she said nothing in response. Her whiskers twitching slightly, and her long marbled tail brushing against the grassy ground, Samantha waited for the stranger to speak, if he in fact decided to do so. And sure, enough, moments later, the ebony and ivory tom had let out a brisk meow. It relieved her that the rogue didn't seem to have aggression on his mind, but at his words, the femme held back a soft snort. One golden-tanned hark twisted to the side in an expression of slight annoyance, although her own vocals were calm as she spoke once again to him.

"By all means," Her tone was a bit dryed by skepticism at being called 'poppet', but Samantha didn't let it affect her first impression much. She gave a tiny shrug of her shoulders, and added, "Samantha. Sammy. Sam. I answer to any of 'em." Was her introduction, and the femme gave a nod to confirm it. She had received her name from the two-legs around the barn, and it had sort of stuck with her. She guessed it wasn't really loner custom, or at least her family's custom, to name their young, because most cats around her had obtained their names in various ways. From Samantha's point of view, names were a rather trivial matter when it came to who gave you the name. If it suited you, then, well, it did. It wasn't something you questioned or spent all day pondering over. Or at least, it wasn't to her. She had better things to do; survival came first of course: the hunting, finding shelter and protecting the place she called home, and then the matters in which she spent her free time; often taking walks similar to this one, or even playing around a bit if she was feeling especially bored. Life was too short for the pointless things in it.

But now, the speckled fae's attention was turned to the rogue before her, and not to her views on life. She had introduced herself, and now she wondered if this brute would do the same. Or maybe...he was one of those 'mysterious' or 'cynical' types, pinning down everyone as an enemy. Somehow, though, Sammy didn't think so. Not that she made final judgments on first impressions, be they good or bad. "So...I assume you have a name?" Her voice had softened, as if the loner now tried to refrain from disturbing the night air. She smiled a little despite herself. Maybe this wasn't the best time to make conversation, and maybe she should just...head back to her barn. But still, she lingered, out of both courtesy and curiosity, for the tom's answer.