A new light(open)

[twilight]

The wind swirled and danced with the branches of the trees as it past. Light flakes of snow fluttered down from the darkening sky. Still a ray of light shone down to the forest below. It feel upon a clearing, the ground was covered in crisp white snow. Still no birds sung, and hardly any prey stirred. The days were growing shorter, the prey was begining to disapear, and the hunters became more weary.

In the center of the clearing a figure sat. His amber gaze was fixed on something far in the distance, something only he could see. Still there was pain glazed over them, pain that showed in every movement. The snow wirled down and stuck to his fur, though he made no move to remove it. A long sigh came from him, and the air stirred. At the moment the ray of sunlight seemed to shine on him, and then something in his head clicked. He didn't need to be sad anymore he could move on. They would just be friends, and that was okay.

He began to pace in a circle, it didn't matter that Ivypaw didn't love him. It didn't matter she loved someone else. He could move on, he could find someone new, maybe. Still he didn't need to think about that now. He was young and all he needed what a friend to hunt with, someone to talk with. He stopped pacing, but he could still hear the crunch of snow as if something was still moving. His head wipped around to see who, or what it was.[/center][/size][/color]

[**Liz**]

The large eccentric cat strutted his way through the forest path, his jaws parted with...song.
It would have made more sense, this song, if he were in Riverclan. But, then again, maybe the song told that he wanted to go back there. In any case, in his surprisingly pleasing Tenor-Baritone, he sang.

"Well, I built me a raft and shes ready for floatin
Ol mississippi, shes callin my name
Catfish are jumpin
That paddle wheel thumpin
Black water keeps rollin on past just the same

Old black water, keep on rollin
Mississippi moon, wont you keep on shinin on me
Old black water, keep on rollin
Mississippi moon, wont you keep on shinin on me
Old black water, keep on rollin
Mississippi moon, wont you keep on shinin on me
Yeah, keep on shinin your light
Gonna make everything, pretty mama
Gonna make everything all right
And I aint got no worries
cause I aint in no hurry at all

Well, if it rains, I dont care
Dont make no difference to me
Just take that street car thats goin up town
Yeah, Id like to hear some funky dixieland
And dance a honky tonk
And Ill be buyin evrybody drinks all roun

Old black water, keep on rollin
Mississippi moon, wont you keep on shinin on me
Old black water, keep on rollin
Mississippi moon, wont you keep on shinin on me
Old black water, keep on rollin
Mississippi moon, wont you keep on shinin on me
Yeah, keep on shinin your light
Gonna make everything, pretty mama
Gonna make everything all right
And I aint got no worries
cause I aint in no hurry at all

Id like to hear some funky dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
By the hand, take me by the hand pretty mama
Come and dance with your daddy all night long
I want to honky tonk, honky tonk, honky tonk
With you all night long..."

He stopped, combing his fur with his tongue at the edge of a small clearing. His fur was ruffled by the wind, and a flake of snow hit his large ears.
But, there was another cat in the clearing, a clan member.
Dreamchaser, his spider-like legs reaching across the clearing, made his way over to the tom, calling to him as he went.
"Hello chap, top o' the morning and all that whatever those funny little twolegs say." He studied the tom for a long moment, his large yellow eyes washing over him like sunlight. "I'm sorry fellow, but...I'm abysmally ignorant when it comes to remembering names and I just can't quite recall..."

[twilight]

He let his fur lie flat when he saw it was only a member of his clan. He waited for the other tom to meet him and smiled. "I'm Swiftpaw, and I know you, you're Dreamchaser." He was always good with names and knew almost everyone in his clan. He looked at the other tom for a second. "Why are you out alone on a nice day like today?" He asked smiling, he knew the question could be turned right back to him, but he already had an answer planned.

As he waited for an answer he stood up stretching his back legs. He could feel it pull against his muscles and it warmed him up. He had been sitting still for too long. He gave a shake of his pelt to get the snow off and his stomach growled, loud enough for the other cat to hear. "Maybe we should hunt, I know I am probably not the only one in the clan who is hungry."

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[**Liz**]

"Swiftpaw," The tom growled to himself. Growling cats names was a way that he remembered them, and he normally scared cats by doing that. "Well Swiftpaw, pleased to meet you. And hunting sounds marvelous." A cold breeze ruffled his thin fur. He hadn't gotten all of his winter coat, and his rear end had begun to get cold. His long ears twitched instinctively, although his whiskers did no such thing.
He began to walk away, sniffing the air for prey, and commenced the answering of the apprentices question.
"Oh, I'm here because Deathstar is miffed at me for speaking out at the Gathering. I don't think she wants me here... I was always a burdon to the clan, you know..."

His voice was strained and upset, and he kept his face forward as he spoke. He'd flirted with the idea of leaving the clan, but he didn't have anywhere else to go. He could be a rogue, but he wasn't much of a rogue type. And he just wasn't the loner type.
The word 'kittypet' didn't even cross his mind.
He couldn't do that again.