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til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia [[o
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By: black rose Date: October 15, 2013, 11:41 pm
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[center][font=georgia]The large tom, today, woke up while it was
still dark but soon to be dawn. That was late for him. Most
[/font][/center][center][font=georgia]would go back to sleep at
this time of day, but that was just it. He couldn't.
Emptypromises didn't know how long it had been, but it felt like
it had been since he was seven moons old. Yes, that sounded
about right. Getting to his paws, the brown-furred cat looked at
the ground as he tried to force himself to fall asleep. Not too
long ago, he had realized how much worse it was getting. The
tabby fell asleep late at night, woke up multiple times
throughout the night, and woke up early. That was how it had
been for ages. Then he started to be unable to fall asleep until
hours into the night, near midnight. Every hour or so, give or
take, he'd wake up and stay awake for about twenty minutes
before being able to make himself sleep again. The he usually
woke up at around four every morning, but now he usually woke up
at about three. Today it was five, which was unusual. Most would
wonder why that was weird to him, and why the rest of it was
normal. That reason was that Eppy had insomnia.[/font]
[font=georgia]
He still remembered when his mother had told him she had thought
about it.
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His name is Thorn. He is about ten moons old and is about the
same size as his mother, who stands in front of him, frowning
slightly. Her eyes are shrouded with mist and he can't read them
like he usually can. Right away, he knows what is wrong with
her. She's sick, and she's dying. But she says to him, "Thorn,
dear, don't hide anything. Tell them everything. Tell them your
past, even... even your other family. Tell them about your
conditions. If you want to live a good life and get help, tell
them." Then she pushes the brown cat away and runs off before he
can follow.
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Emptypromises looked down. He still remembered his life before
RainClan and missed it. The only reason he had come here and
stayed was because his mother said that she'd come back with her
father some day. His first day in RainClan had been a weird one.
The tom looked at the ground in thought.
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A large brown tabby sits at the border, nervous, shuffling his
paws. He has been waiting since dawn for someone to come along.
After an hour, someone does. A red tabby walks over, wondering
who he is and what he's doing her. She doesn't ask, though, and
can tell by his slouching, upset look that he lost someone he
loved. The she-cat moves up beside him and sits down, curling a
tail around his. "It's okay," she tells him. "I'm Flamingsparks.
I'm here if you need somebody to comfort you, okay? What's your
name?" Hesitating, he eventually answers, "My name is Thorn. My
mom told me to come here." The she-cat nods in understanding and
leads him back to camp. Nobody asks who he is, and he doesn't
ask anyone.
Later, right before he's about to sleep, he hears someone walk
into the den. Looking up,he sees a ragged she-cat standing there
for a while before her eyes lock on him. Two more cats step out
beside her. Thorn doesn't understand at first, but suddenly he
remembers. Just their names, though. Brokentruth, Hiddenlies,
and Betrayedwords. He feels a connection to them, but it doesn't
feel familiar. They leave just as Flamingsparks wakes up, and he
tells himself it was just a dream, that they weren't real.
"What's up?" she asks. "Why are you still awake?" The tabby
whispers his secrets to her. Who he was, what he did, and his
two conditions. She promises to never tell a soul.
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And she didn't, Emptypromises thought bitterly, wondering why
she had kept a promise to a cat she barely knew. Sighing, he
thought of where she was now. Dead, because he didn't save her.
Dead, because he didn't look out for her like she looked out for
him. Dead, just like his parents were. He'd never see her again.
That, he was certain of. The cat had never thanked her, either,
and had never tried to repay her. Laying down, her buried his
head in his paws, trying to sleep. But now that these memories
were in his head, he couldn't push them away. They resisted and
pushed forward, each trying to remind him of things he could
have done; should have done.
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"...and Flamingsparks will mentor you." Cats cheer for the newly
named Emptypaw. He is forgtteing all the bad things right then,
and is just happy. That day, when they are training, a dog
attacks him. Flamingsparks throws herself in front of him and
lets the dog break her leg instead of risking him getting hurt.
Then, when he tries to take the blame, she ignores him and lies
about how she got hurt, making sure not to include him.
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Eppy suddenly shot up, thinking of his warrior ceremony.
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"...and you will be known as Emptypromises." He is bitter, angry
at Fallingstar for giving him the name. It fits him well though.
The large, brown tabby cannot keep a promise to save his life.
Every promise he has made to his friends at that point has
mostly been a lie. He has not talked to Flamingsparks and has
ignored her for a while, ever since he has gotten new friends.
Flamingsparks is watching him sadly from feet away and he
doesn't even glance her way.
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That reminded him of the thing that had hurt the most. The death
of Flamingsparks. The first time he had talked to her since she
trained him. When she was dying, she had told him to lean in so
she could tell him something. He clearly remembered that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eppy lays beside her, ear close to her muzzle so she can whisper
to him. "I kept my promise. Now you keep yours." That was all
she had said before she died, and now he is wondering what she
means.
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But now he understood. He had to keep his promise. Slowly, the
tom got up and began to walk around, thinking, trying to push
all thoughts of Flamingsparks out of his mind. Soon enough, it
was morning, and he had been pacing on and off for three hours
now. Emptypromises desperately hoped for a distraction. He
didn't want to remember. He couldn't tell them the
truth.[/font][/center]
#Post#: 33318--------------------------------------------------
Re: til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia
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By: puddincat Date: October 15, 2013, 11:52 pm
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Streamflow got up early too, to go off by herself and sulk some
more. She noticed the brown cat, wondering why he was up so
early too. Then she remembered that was just normal for him.
Weirdo. She mewed a quiet hello to the guy, trying to give a
half smile or something.
#Post#: 33325--------------------------------------------------
Re: til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia
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By: black rose Date: October 16, 2013, 12:05 am
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The brown tabby continued to pace, muttering under his breath.
Eventually he stopped. Emptypromises looked over at Streamflow
and headed over, ignoring the fact that the pacing and talking
to himself probably creeped her out a bit.
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Re: til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia
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By: puddincat Date: October 16, 2013, 12:11 am
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She laughed internally, but didn't want anyone to think she was
a psycho crazy cat for bring depressed and smiling too so she
stayed all serious. "You okay?" she mewed quietly.
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Re: til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia
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By: black rose Date: October 16, 2013, 12:23 am
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"No," he replied. "I'm thinking about someone. Someone I cared
about..." murmured the tom, sighing.
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Re: til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia
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By: puddincat Date: October 16, 2013, 12:26 am
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"Oh. Mind me asking who?"
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Re: til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia
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By: Raven` Date: October 16, 2013, 4:30 am
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Re: til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia
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By: black rose Date: October 16, 2013, 3:33 pm
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The tom nodded. "Flamingsparks." Emptypromises didn't say any
more though, frowning as he watched the ground.
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Re: til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia
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By: puddincat Date: October 16, 2013, 3:41 pm
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"Okay then. Um. Not sure I know who that is."
#Post#: 33378--------------------------------------------------
Re: til this house feels like it did before, feels like insomnia
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By: black rose Date: October 16, 2013, 3:48 pm
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He replied, "She was the first cat killed by the Zodiac." Eppy
said the name bitterly, glaring at the ground. "She was like a
mother to me."
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