[ Err.... oo; I think it'll be like a long-term thing. Not like a real prophecy, but you hafta keep a close eye on her. ^^ And yes, it's about time she woke up, no? xD ]
Omenstorm watched closely as Swallowtail's form stirred slightly, and her friend murmured in a low tone. She wasn't saying anything in particular, but something was creeping her in the back of her mind. Swallowtail groaned.
Swallowtail mumbled something as Omenstorm helped her get up. The two limped back to a stable area where they could rest and Swallowtail could fully recover. Omenstorm's belly rumbled, and was debating on an empty stomach or a stable friend. She chose Swallowtail for the time being. When she was better, she figured, they could hunt together.
"hey look the fires going a different direction" observed SwallowTail from a distanced. OmenStorms expression turned to bewilderedment, "that would be the way back to the clans. Theres nothing we can do to warn them we're in no condition" she sighed, "i guess we should hunt"
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
"Hunt," Swallowtail mumbled, still a bit dazed by being... possessed? Crazy? Whatever it was, Swallowtail was left weak, barely able to hunt, but the cold knawing sense in her belly was able to convince her. She followed Omenstorm.
OmenStorm looked back at SwallowTail, "you sure you dont want to rest? i have energy left to get atleast some prey" she was worried about her friend, was it because she used her power so much it had weakened her?
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
IC: Braveheart growled at her captor. She had been cuffed by a Twolegs. She was on a cold, table. It wasn't wood or stone. She struggled to know what it was. The Twolegs grabbed her on the scruff and said something she couldn't understand. She hissed.
OmenStorm nodded she still wanted to know what happened to her friend but hunting was more important. She lepted down into some brackens, her paw steps making no sound on the forest floor. Noticing how the moon was at its peak the Medince Cat wondered how long they had been away for and if there clans would be worried about them. OmenStorm crouched low so that her belly touched the forest bed, she tilted her sky to the silverpelt trying to get a sniff at the faintest scent of prey. A rabbit jumped around some grass, "why would rabbits be so far out here in the middle of green-leaf?" Omenstorm wondered, not taking her eyes of the rabbit. Quietly the she-cat stalked the rabbit until she knew its moves. She bunched up her muscles and sprang into the air and onto its back. The rabbit squeakled falling to its side, "i didn't even stratch it" she hesitated, she gathered the rabbit must have died from the shocl. OmenStomr padded back out into the clearing, dropping the rabbit at her frends paws. She fell to her side in exhaustion, "thats all the hunting im doing"
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
Swallowtail smiled weakly at her friend, who had caught a plump rabbit. Hey-wait a second- a plump rabbit, here? She thought for a moment, then stopped, her head throbbing. She would ponder on that later, eating was first. The two friends sat and ate in silence, and soon Omenstorm was asleep, lying next to her, her chest raising up and down in silence. Swallowtail counted her breaths, counted the stars, stared at the smoke wrapping its dark tendrils around the moon less sky, making the world seem very dark. She, however, couldn't sleep. She shifted around, trying to make herself as comfortable as she could in the crunchy, hard grass, but she couldn't sleep. After a while, as if something-or someone- was calling to her, she got up silently, without waking up Omenstorm, and headed towards the pitch-blackness of mother mouth, the wide, gaping mouth getting larger and larger as she got closer and closer. Without hesistating, or really thinking, she stepped inside, the darkness swallowing her up like a hungry fox eats its prey.
OmenStorm rolled over expecting to be stopped by SwallowTails back but continued rolling down the hill. "whoa!?" she come to a stop, her sides thumping madly. "Hey! Swallowtail?" she called but the coldness of the night made her stop, she trotted back up the hill to find she was missing. Swallowtails scent drifted towards her, quickly incase the scent would be washed away she scampered after it. The she-cat come to a stop, the unusaul darkness in the forest, made her edgey, "why in starclan would she bother to come here?" Omenstorm thought confused, "Swallowtail!!"
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
Swallowtail knew it was dead-black inside the cave, but her eyes seemed not to know. She could amazingly see everything, quite clearly. She continued in her trance-like ascent until she came to a fork. She stopped for a moment, then chose the seemingly darker, smaller tunnel to the left.
A Towlegs threw her into a rough box, and locked her in with the same material as the island of cold. Scowling, she curled her lips back in a snarl, and pounced. She fazed through the door, and ran out. She still had power from StarClan. She heard shouting... But she was too far gone. Her paws pounded on the pavement, scorching her paws. She had fazed through walls and that cold stuff... what was happening? Her paws were bleeding now. Running, she came to the edge of a forest. No monsters were passing, so she ran. Her muscles strained as she ran.
OmenStorm headed straight through the darkness, her eyes adjusting to the lurking shadows. "SwallowTail, you have to stop doing this!" She looked around aimlessly.
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
She could sniffed out Swallowtail, and she could tell where her friend was going by the odd sensation coming from the ground. After travelling in the darkness, she pounced hopelessly grabbing onto someones back. "Swallowtail...." she asked, hoping it wasn't the cat that took Braveheart
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
Swallowtail yowled, and Omenstorm hopped off, relieved. "Swallowtail!" she cried happily, and the she-cat snapped out of her trance. "Omenstorm!" she murmured, still dazed. "What are you doing? And.... where are we?" She coughed in the ashy soot. "And why are we here?"