DROP YOUR HEARTS ( willowstar )

[HONEYFROST]

[atrb=width,425,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=background,http://i1201.photobucket.com/albums/bb359/rdog25/Honeyfrostfiller_zpsa9098df0.png,true] [style=width: 370px; margin-right: 5px; line-height:9px; font-size:10px; font-family:georgia; text-align:justify; padding:4px; overflow: auto; color:#140e0b]ALL WAS QUIET. The sun had barely risen over the horizon line, sending out long rays of yellow and gold, pale waves that washed over the slowly-awakening forests. The river was frozen, as it always tended to be this time of year, and it gleamed coldly in the soft morning light with a threatening menace, as though daring any foolhardy young warrior to come and test the fragile surface. Below the thin layer of ice, however, the waters still rushed violently with a steady heartbeat, churning under the frosty blanket of brittle snow. "i had for my winter morning walk, no one at all with whom to talk. but i had the rabbits in a row, up to their shining eyes in snow." The old elder's rhyme echoed softly up the frozen shores of the river, reverberating eerily off the rocks and stones in the otherwise silent landscape. The quiet, feminine voice preceded its owner by mere seconds, for as the last words of the little ditty hung in the still air, there was a rustle in the reeds. A ginger-and-white cat slipped forth from the cattails, coming from the direction of the RiverClan camp. Her fur was mussed and her eyes, though wide and alert, still carried a glazed look to them that only sleep could bring about. She came to the river's edge, paused, looked about, twisted her head, gave her shoulders a few licks to smooth the ruffled fur. And then she shivered. The air was cold and her pelt was thin, but she was no good to anyone staying at home, cuddled up to her moss and lichens. No, she was much better put to use out here, digging up squirrels out of their holes and blowing clouds of breath into the frigid air like an apprentice. She did it just then, exhaling deeply and watching the tendrils of her breath whirl away on a whim, unfurling into the atmosphere for a brief second before dissipating into nothing. [/style]

[WILLOWSTAR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background-color:#d7d8c5; padding:10px; height:400px] [STYLE=padding-top:10px; background-color:#d7d8c5; width:350px; border-bottom:8px solid #54524e; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center; line-height:14px; color:54524e;]SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND CLOSE THE DOOR[/style] [STYLE=background-color:#e4e6d1; width:338px; height:300px; font-size:10px; border:1px dotted #54524e; text-align:justify; padding:5px; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; color:#54524e]The day was a fine one, to say the least. A she-cat stood by the water's edge, staring into its depths was the eater flowed through, heading to its final destination. He light green eyes looked at the reflection of her calico form and smiled. There was a flash of hard anger in her eyes that only appeared every now and again, and usually only when she was alone. She could just imagine all the fish in there, swimming around, living their lives. She wondered to herself if they felt any fear. Did they have any idea that danger loomed right above them, or did they live their whole life oblivious to the fact that at any moment they could be swept out from their life-preserving home of water and be killed instantly? Did they understand when it did happen what was going on or did they suddenly go from light to darkness like a feline being killed in their sleep? Was it sudden or did it happen in slow motion? Movement caught the leader's eyes and she turned to see a white and ginger shape approaching the river. Of course, she didn't even need the feline's scent to recognize the she-cat as none other than her dear sister, Honeyfrost. This was a she-cat she knew from the moment they entered the world together. So alike in many ways, and yet they were so different at the same time. Willowstar often wondered what her sister thought about the fact that she was leader, but they didn't hate each other. They had a mutual relationship that even leaned further on the side of friendly. Willowstar did care for her sister, but when you had unstable moments of crazy, there was only so much love that you could put out there in the world. Sometimes she even wondered how she became leader, but she knew she was a good actress and was decent at putting on a face that others wanted to see. She lived her life in that matter, after all. Flicking her tail, she took a few steps closer to Honeyfrost and mewed, "Hello there, sister. How are you this morning?"[/style] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland

[STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; padding:5px; float:left][/style] [STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; float:left; font-size:15px; font-family:georgia; color:#54524e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:-2px; padding:5px]361 words with honeyfrost [/style]

[HONEYFROST]

[atrb=width,425,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=background,http://i1201.photobucket.com/albums/bb359/rdog25/Honeyfrostfiller_zpsa9098df0.png,true] [style=width: 370px; margin-right: 5px; line-height:9px; font-size:10px; font-family:georgia; text-align:justify; padding:4px; overflow: auto; color:#140e0b]CRAZY. SUCH A GENERAL TERM. Honeyfrost gazed through hooded eyes at her distorted reflection in the ice, and her image returned the cool stare unblinkingly. Psychopathology. Madness. Insanity. Black, meaningless words that hung over her shoulders like dull rainclouds. Just because she skirted to the edges of society, just because she chose to silently observe rather than leap into the middle of a confrontation. Because she was an enticer, a user and abuser of males. Some looked to her sister, and saw the charismatic leader she was, the perfect warrior and the golden girl. And because Honeyfrost was not her mirror image, there was obviously something wrong with her. Because Willowstar was perfect. Or, at least, was a perfect actress that maintained a perfect façade. Her reflection scowled, a hard glint entering the ice-blue eyes momentarily before fleeing away at the sound of a familiar greeting. Honeyfrost looked up innocently, a pretty picture of pristine stoicism. Her sister approached with a flicking tail, and in the few heartbeats that occurred between the sight of her and Honeyfrost opening her mouth to return her salutations, a million and one thoughts passed through her mind. That pretty calico fur, orange, black, and white, that Willowstar had inherited and Honeyfrost herself had not. Calculating green eyes that hid thoughts, she knew, the ranged from the pure intentions of running her Clan to the not-so-pure hatred that would have her deputy quivering in his fur should he ever realize it. Willowstar walked with the confident gait of a leader and one who was used to be respected and obeyed. So different from her own stride, which was usually characterized by an easily-identified slouch of the shoulders and a slow, cautious walk. Even in their similarities, they had differences; though they were typically united in their disdain for males, Willowstar preferred to disassociate herself from them altogether, while Honeyfrost…well, she picked a rather destructive method of making her opinions known, both for her reputation and that of any poor boy who happened to get snagged in her webs of deceit. Honeyfrost did not hate her sister. Their similarities outweighed their differences, and, beside that fact, Willowstar was her flesh and blood. It would be unnatural to hate her. But in spite of that fact, there were times when she felt that antagonistic pull, whenever she saw young kits looking up in awe when their leader walked by, whenever any warrior obeyed her commands without question. She and Willowstar were not so different, but her sister was, and always had been, the better actress. So good at putting on a pretty face. But she, Honeyfrost, had no patience to play nice, and lashed out and used others as she pleased, which lead to a sort of excommunication of her own design, where she had no one to blame but herself. But still…she simmered. "no better or worse than I am at any other time of day, I would suppose," she responded dryly. "and you? how are you surviving hawkclaw these days?" These last words were delivered with a knowing smirk, knowing that she had voiced a topic on which they could comfortably settle upon for the time being. **EDITED 8:04 january 3, 2012 because mac is a dipshit who can't read** [/style]

[WILLOWSTAR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background-color:#d7d8c5; padding:10px; height:400px] [STYLE=padding-top:10px; background-color:#d7d8c5; width:350px; border-bottom:8px solid #54524e; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center; line-height:14px; color:54524e;]SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND CLOSE THE DOOR[/style] [STYLE=background-color:#e4e6d1; width:338px; height:300px; font-size:10px; border:1px dotted #54524e; text-align:justify; padding:5px; overflow:auto; font-family:arial; color:#54524e]"And you? how are you surviving hawkclaw these days?" At the mention of the tom that was suppose to be her deputy, the tom she was suppose to trust her Clan to when she was unable to defend them, she laughed. The laugh wasn't a laugh of amusement - not at all. Instead,it was highlighted with the sense of craziness that she wasn't afraid to show her sister. After all, they were both cut from the same fabric and unlike the rest of the Clan, the other she-cat knew who the real her was. Honeyfrost was more than aware of the fact that Willowstar was nothing but a professional actress, putting on a play for the others. It would do her no justice in her sister's eyes to attempt putting that ploy on for her as well. Besides, Honeyfrost was the only feline she could truly talk to about the pathetic-ness that was her deputy. "Surviving is a strong, accurate word. He's not the easiest thing to put up with. Males never are. They always seem to be oblivious to their own worthless." She sighed, wondering why in the name of StarClan it was her stuck with a deputy she didn't get to choose. It was like when she got her first apprentice, a tom, and he died in his first battle because he couldn't even defend himself. Males have never done anything worth while. Hell, they don't even do the hard part of having kits. Why do they get all the credit when their sons do something well when the females do everything? She dug her claws into the ground and all she could think about was digging her claws into Hawkclaw's flesh and killing him. Her life would be so much easier if she could just get rid of the tom and get a she-cat as her deputy. Then again, there weren't many she-cats she trusted to have her back either. After all, no-one knew the real her, no-one would be able to keep up with what she wanted to do. It was hard enough for her to make decisions that satisfied her and yet act to the Clan like it was in their best interest rather than her own. Sometimes playing the double life could be more trouble then it was worth, but what would she had if the Clan knew the truth? What would they think if they knew that all she wanted to do was slay every single tom that existed just because she believed they had no value...other than helping to give that small spark of life that would eventually (after the female did everything to nurture and grow that tiny spark) be what continued their existence. To her that was the only thing keeping them alive...but she would give anything to just kill the ones that strayed outside a simple existence and tried to become worthy of power. Toms like Hawkclaw. It's just be easier for everyone that way, she thought angrily. She sighrd, shaking her head and mewing again, "Though, I suppose there's nothing new on that front. You know how much I'd rather see his blood stain the ground than have him supposedly backing me up. I wouldn't be surprised if he tried killing me one day. I can tell he's started to catch on to how I feel about. I suppose that's a big area of where my act fails, huh?" She grinned to herself, looking at her reflection in the water before chuckling with that hint of insanity again, before shaking her head and mewing once again, "But on a slightly different note, how are your pursuits going? find anyone interesting to toy with lately?"[/style] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland

[STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; padding:5px; float:left][/style] [STYLE=width:100px; background-color:#d7d8c5; border-right:8px solid #54524e; float:left; font-size:15px; font-family:georgia; color:#54524e; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:-2px; padding:5px]619 words with honeyfrost [/style]