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[♰Fickle♰]

[glow=white,2,300]Fickleheart >> Oh so proud I am...[/glow]

He loved the way the world seemed to flash beneath his paws. He loved the way he seemed to soar over the moorland that was Wind Clan territory. His whiskers felt plastered to his face, his eyes narrowed in the wind. Fickleheart would have yowled, but he knew that it would startle any prey nearby. Still, running cleared his head. Running, running, running until he ended. Finally Fickleheart stopped, his breathing came out in hitched gasps because of the old scar on his throat. His tail tip twitched, and his golden eyes were wide. He felt like running again, but he would have to catch his breath for now.

[glow=white,2,300]>>Yet ashamed...[/glow]

[~Moonflower~]

Breezestar

~WindClan Leader~

Breezestar looked over the sweeping moorland, her home, her life, all hers. There across the hills came Fickleheart. He was a nice fellow. Hadn't really met him formally, but she had seen him from time to time. He stopped running near her, and Breezestar walked over to him and smiled. "Nice day, huh?" Hopefully, she didn't make the tom feel intimidated.

[♰Fickle♰]

[glow=white,2,300]>>For my heart has frozen[/glow]

Fickleheart turned to the leader. True, most cat's would have been daunted being near a leader of their clan. Most cat's wasn't Fickleheart. For to the world he was a bright and good willed cat who couldn't seem to get a grip on reality and serious moments. Inside however...

"Sup Breezestar, I thought you were here the BREEZE just started!" His raspy meow didn't let him talk very loud and it made his chuckle sound more like choking.

[glow=white,2,300]>>Love cannot be named.[/glow]

[~Moonflower~]

Breezestar

~WindClan Leader~

The gray she-cat laughed heartily at his joke. Fickleheart was a nice cat to be around. So what if his voice is raspy? I don't care! she thought, and it was true. She loved every cat of WindClan however arrogant, nice, ugly, or beautiful they were. However, it was hard to deny that she played favorites, and this cat was one of them.

Breezestar sat down next to Fickleheart. "So how are you on this BREEZY day?" she smiled. Being with one of her warriors made her feel like one too. It was all so simple being a warrior. You didn't have to make the clan's every decision, worry about orgainizing patrols, and think about the next ceremony you would have to conduct for some kits ready to become apprentices. Still, Breezestar had handled the stress well, and was still her happier self. She tucked her paws in, and draped her long tail over it, and started to lick the black stripe that ran from the top of her head down to the tip of her tail.

[♰Fickle♰]

[glow=white,2,300]>>Shatter it, tear it...[/glow]

Fickleheart smiled, it was good that the leader was willing to let loose with her warriors. "I don't know, the weather is rather FICKLE today!" He burst into rasping laughter yet again. His sides heaved and he made a choking sound before sitting up straight and narrowing his gold orange eyes, "Yesh, we should be very serious warriors and all that." He purposely made his voice lower and cracked a lopsided smile at his leader.

[glow=white,2,300]>>For heart's can easily break...[/glow]

[~Moonflower~]

Breezestar

~Leader of WindClan~

Breezestar, again, broke into laughter. This cat, Fickleheart, was a great warrior. Maybe I should give him an apprentice... thought Breezestar. He would do well with one, and we do have two free apprentices now.

Breezestar smiled back at Fickleheart's lopsided smile. This cat always cheered her up. The stress that had been building up recently had instantly been blown away after Fickleheart's jokes. "Yes, we must be very serious right now," she smiled teasingly at Fickleheart.

Breezestar looked out over the plains scanning the grass. All of the sudden, Breezestar saw a young rabbit pop out of a hole. It was like it was planned. Breezestar instantly gave chase. The rabbit had no chance. Right as it had started to run, Breezestar had caught it in her teeth because of her quick speed that only a true WindClanner could possess. She brought it back to Fickleheart and said, "Wanna share?"[/center]

[♰Fickle♰]

[glow=white,2,300]>>Still mine beats...[/glow]

Fickleheart smiled at his leader. It was actually easy to forget pain sometimes. Still, dark thought's crept upon him. Breezestar likes me doesn't she. That's so nice...I bet she would have loved Doomkit. He would have made such a wonderful warrior... Pain swam at his paws, and for a moment, one mere moment his eyes burned with it. Still he shoved it back, and stepped forward, "Would I!?" He meowed, his voice cracked but he hoped that Breezestar would mistake it for his injury.

[glow=white,2,300]>>Each throb a new stab of everlasting pain...[/glow]

[~Moonflower~]

Breezestar

~Leader of WindClan~

Glad that he had accepted sharing, for she probably wouldn't finish it all by herself, she took a small bite, and then pushed the rabbit over to him. It was nice to share prey with a fellow warrior. Breezestar couldn't remember the last time she shared a meal. It definitely had been a while ago.

Even though Fickleheart had pushed the stress away, Breezestar still needed to run things through her mind. There were at least three apprentices that needed warriors, and she hadn't really announced her deputy yet. Hawkwing had just sort of taken on the duties for the past few moons.

Breezestar blurted out a question, and she wasn't exactly sure why. "If you could be leader, would you?" She didn't add parts about the responsibility and the stress. She just figured he already knew.

[♰Fickle♰]

[glow=white,2,300]>>Take my breath away...[/glow]

Fickleheart's ears flicked up in surprise. He turned his golden orange gaze from his leader for a moment, brooding. After a moment he meowed, "I could say the obvious, that yes. The idea of power is indeed...inticing." He paused again, "However being leader is not just about power. It's about having the right head to use that power in the right way. To be able to direct those under you in a way that they'll follow your orders without question, but love you and be loyal to you at the same time. It takes a certain kind of cat to do that, and let's face it, if I were leader I'd just be remembered as "Ficklestar, the jerkiest most insane leader of Wind Clan known to catdom." He knew that the insane part sounded like a joke, but he was actually serious about that. In fact, the whole speech had come out far more serious than Fickleheart usually did. He coughed nervously and took a bite of the rabbit.

[glow=white,2,300]>>Something inside me has died.[/glow]

(Died Inside (c) 2008 Frost...)

[~Moonflower~]

Breezestar

~Leader of WindClan~

Breezestar gazed seriously at Fickleheart, although she did smile slightly when he mentioned that he would be the jerkiest WindClan leader ever. "I don't think so. I personally think you'd do great under everything, and you're definitely not insane," she added. She took one more bite of the rabbit then pushed it over to Fickleheart again. There really was only one more bite left, and she let him have it.

Looking out over the WindClan fields and hills. She blurted out another question, "Do you think we came to the right place? The lake, I mean." She thingyed her head at Fickleheart then stood up. She walked around a little bit to get the blood flowing back to her legs.

[♰Fickle♰]

Fickleheart's orange gaze took on a far away look. Yes...because if we lived somewhere else perhaps Doomkit wouldn't have been tossed off of the ravine edge into ThunderClan camp. Fickleheart thought, still outloud he said, "Who knows. Perhaps there is a place where the rabbit's are dumb enough to come right into camp and we don't ever have to leave it. Then again, we'd get quite fat that way huh?"

[glow=white,2,300]>>I'm just a normal boy
That sank when I fell overboard<<[/glow]

[~Moonflower~]

Breezestar

~Leader of WindClan~

Breezestar smiled again. It was impossible not to. "We wouldn't want that now would we? How would we defend our borders, Fickle?" she asked. This would definitely be an interesting answer. What would he say? He would have to be imaginitive for this answer. She smiled slyly at him.

((Do you want to end this post? We could do a couple posts where they race back to camp. Or do you want to keep talking for a little while longer?))

[♰Fickle♰]

ooc: I was wondering, if your deppy doesn't come back do you think Fickle can have the position? I could put his bio in auditions... RACING IS OOOON!

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Fickleheart purred, "I dunno Breezestar, considering the fact that fat kittypets get terrible gas I suppose we could fart ourselves up a noxious cloud that'll just protect the camp. We would quite literally be...WIND clan...ha." He snorted and almost had a laughing fit then his eyes twinkled. "Race you to camp, warriors get headstarts over the leaders! Ready set go!" He tore down the hill, laughing the entire way.

[glow=white,2,300]>>My ship would leave the country
But I'd rather swim ashore<<[/glow]

[~Moonflower~]

((Yes, I would love to have you as deputy. If they don't show up by Nov. 15, you're in. I think all you would have to is just resubmit your bio.))

Breezestar

~Racing Warriors of her Clan~

Breezestar laughed again. This cat was so hilarious! Then Fickleheart asked to race her. She barely had time to get ready before he shot off. "Hey!!!" She ran after him as quickly as she could, barely keeping up with him. Soon they were neck and neck. Breezestar gave herself a quick energy boost, and shot ahead of Fickleheart. Would he catch up?[/center]

((Oh man, you do Fickleheart very well, he is very funny!!! LOL))

[R*E*A*P*E*R]

[glow=pink,2,300]Twilight[/glow][glow=lavender,2,300]kit[/glow]

Twilightkit laughed to herself as she stalked after the bird. Still, something startled it and it went into the air with a harsh cry. Confusion swamped her paws, Are those...pawsteps? She whirled around, her odd brown pelt was good cover in the moor land around her but this may be a disadvantage now. For barreling down the hill was Fickleheart and Breezestar! "OH NO!" Twilightkit yowled, for one she was in the middle of the path. For two, well she was a kit. She really was not supposed to be out of camp, and if Breezestar caught her when she was up to mischief, she shudder to think.