*Dark.Converstions* [Save]

[silver[[rivid]]]

Things are changing
It seems strange that
I need to figure this out

Rivid stood as a statue, wating in the dorm of his ex- leader. Never had he thought he would be talking to his leader this way, dead and filled with stars.

"Silverstrike..."

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The blood that he had seen in his vision was bugging him like no tails-end. He had to get it out. That prophecy he had heard from an ancient ancestor, one by the name of Spottedleaf...

To rid the darkness of this land
If this is what needs to be at hand
Can you find the purest love
Or will you shear the wings of the Dove

He wondered if there was giong to be a Dove- warrior anywhere... Or was a dove a symbol of the Clans?

He needed the advice of the living to know.[/color]

You got your life
And I got mine[/color][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[yami-chan]

Silverstrike

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Tear us down.
Welcome destruction with open arms.
It's all too static. bring it on, bring it on.
Routine's so boring it makes me scream.
Tear us down, just tear us down.
When fate just pushes us along.
Children of nothing, this is our song.
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_a sigh, soft and barley heard, sounded from within the deep chambers of the leader's den, darkclan quiet despite stirred emotions, but inside silverstrike's dream a squall of nightmares dampened her slumber. twitching, the tampered fringes of solid dark fur rose with spiked hairs, slight snarls and murmurs indicating a situation most uncomfortable. though what it was she dreamed of, no one could be certain of, living or dead the temperaments of images and sound were much to unapproachable. jerking a final time, silverstrike growled satisfaction as she was able to roll off to one side of her nest, the selected area warm and comfortable enough to tuck the nose in and bury deep into a new slate of dreams.

_eyes awakened, though still asleep, the dark ruler padded into the center of a moon washed spot light, where she peered down below. there she saw her sleeping form, tightly wrapped in a ball of heavy rest, and sitting over her was none other than rividwinter, the deceased clanmate who had died at the maws of fouled wolves. gasping, she plunged forward, her essence becoming a dream soul; crouching by the still ancestor, unease gripped her as she asked in a dry tone, "rividwinter...why has silverclan sent you?" and to this asked question, silverstrike wished it had never been spoken, for she saw the equal look of unsettling feelings in the dead warrior's star lit visuals.

[silver[[rivid]]]

Things are changing
It seems strange that
I need to figure this out

To rid the darkness of this land
If this is what needs to be at hand
Can you find the purest love
Or will you shear the wings of the Dove

"I hoped you could tell me that Silverstrike."

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As he repeated the prophecy to his leader, Rividwinter wondered who this Dove was. It had to be the clans. But the purest love? Hah, none existed now these days. The only love he had remembered was of him and that one femme. It hurt to think of her name.

"Silverstrike. The Darkness has filled the land to too far of an extent. The wolves showed that. If this land had been cleaner, I think that they would never have come."[/color]

You got your life
And I got mine[/color][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[yami-chan]

post coming really soon!

[silver[[rivid]]]

umm, yami-chan? When you posting?

[yami-chan]

Silverstrike

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_silverstrike peered through the screen of darkness, squinting with difficulty as her body clicked closed her bones, locking ligaments into a tight stillness. dearly departed rividwinter's descriptive words, recited from a prophecy handed down from silverclan, numbed the ruler of dark to a dull stick, her icy glare glazed to a pair of shining disks. as if controlled by nuts and bolts, the femme's skull dropped, her sight down cast as she stared blankly at a solid sleeping clone of herself, the breath upon her lips barley escaping mercy. "dove huh..." the uttered whispers were spoken with bitter malice, the fog receding from her eyes as silvertsrike raised her cranium to gaze evenly at the star infused tom.

"i'm sorry my dear friend, but i cannot tell you anything about this...dove...but there is one thing i can say; you are correct in saying that this world has fallen too deep into the darkness, every inch of it tainted. but it wasn't just the wolves, oh no, they were the chink in the armor that revealed cat's similar to cheetahwind who are nothing more than thieves and traitors...even silverclan has failed me."

lips quelled, a deep set grimace forming on the dark brown feline's maw, she looked away from the troubled spirit, continuing to speak softly to the black tiled floors. "if that is all, i have nothing else to converse with you...my mind is troubled and i wish to sleep now...i have only to trust in myself, no one else, not even you or silverclan."

[silver[[rivid]]]

(i'll post this week. promise. i am a bit stuck on what to say though...))

[silver[[rivid]]]

Things are changing
It seems strange that
I need to figure this out

Rividwinter stared at his old leader at the confession of no trust in the Clan of Silver. He was deeply troubled as something stirred in his mind that seemed to come from another mind, and he knew instinctively it was from his brother's.

The Dove's wings have grown. He has taken a life...

The deceased tome's body shook slightly, casting stars to shed their light around his living leader. "Silverstrike, I know you are not well, nobody is well right now, but you must trust me and listen to me. This Dove, I think he is a cat."

"It is a cat..." said Shallowheart. He was healthy and whole again, as he joined his brother. "He did but take my life not two heart-beats ago.

You got your life
And I got mine

[yami-chan]

Silverstrike

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_the disheveled feline paused, red streaks of anger pulsing through her vision, beating barbarically against her skull in preparation to split and bleed. striking chips of iced blue struck accusingly at the star clattered tom, a vile reproach hanging on the tips of her tongue; but when she spoke her tone came out as a wail, her featured line distorted by fear. "but your silverclan, our ancestors, can't you do anything to stop this...this supposed dove cat!? why ask me, what can i do!? i am powerless to stop even my own traitors clan!" spittle flung from the dark rulers maw, talons clenching and unhinging from the black paint floors, optics a mass of icy floes. silence passed between silverstrike's outraged cries of helplessness, the fur that had previously risen began to lie flat as a darkened line crossed her brow. lips were pulled back into a cutting snarl, the silent motion of returning anger growing in mass as she spat heatedly. "or is it silverclan that are sending this cat? why, why have you all betrayed me!? why is it that you allow an evil such as cheetahwind to exist? she, along with her brother should have been killed at birth! breezeecho took my cherished friend from me, and they all spawned little devils!" lashing her tail, silverstrike rolled her shoulders and haunches, as if the want to pounce on rividwinter was overpowering.

_an appearance from another presence diverted her angle, but even then no action could be taken for her limbs were frozen to black tiles. angst withdrew from the femme's features, and like a sickness the purest of shock overwhelmed her. "s-shallowheart...what are you doing here?" to her knowledge the nightclan deputy had been alive and well, ruling at the side of silverclaw, her spotted nemesis' mate. as quickly as the plague across her face started, it dispersed within a heartbeat, phasing into heated assault. "why are you in silverclan, should you not be residing with dark silverclan, or have the two ancient ancestors of age joined together as one? if what you say is true, than this dove cat is a menace and should be dealt with. this forest doesn't need another cheetahwind." snarling, silverstrike looked from the two toms as if she were a caged animal.