User:Sorrelflower/Best posts and quotes

Just a bit of fun - this is where I keep my favourite/best/most powerful quotes and posts for all characters.  02:48, December 7, 2015 (UTC)

Pelli

 * "My life has been hard in places. There are many things I regret, things I'd love to forget - but my life has been good. I have my beloved Jaws, ten children... I still love the two I adopted, and I'm proud of all my kits, and grandchildren. Some of the cats I loved dearly are gone - but I know I'll see them again soon. They live within my memories, but that's not it. They live on, and I will soon join them. It's been a good life, and I'd love more time on this precious world. But I don't mind - a new life awaits me. And I'm happy with that."

Poolcloud

 * "Sparrowstar would always remember the silver tabby as the playful and mischievous kit she was, as well as the loyal friend and warrior she became."

Adele's demise
Adele stood at the top of a high bank, the dark, black water swirling down below. Her claws - what was left of them - were sunk into the soft soil beneath her paws. Her ragged and overgrown claws were now pathetic. One had been torn out in battle. The others she had raked across a rock surface until they were blunt and her toes bled. Had she lost a tooth? She wasn’t sure, but there was blood in her mouth. Adele could no longer see from her left eye, and she had seen the state of herself in her reflection - three large claw marks etched into the skin around her eye socket, from the cat she loved most. Half her face, her chin and her throat was now scarlet, and her left eye was now solid grey from blindness. She had large bald patches, fur ripped out in a fight that was never hers. She only did for the thrill of battle, but now, she could never do such a thing again. Adele had lost everything. Her lover. Her sanity.

Now that she thought back, she was horrified by everything. She had tortured Maxine, the cat she was supposed to love. Bruising her? Clawing her for leaving the den? Screaming at her for having admirers other than Adele? That hadn’t been Maxine’s fault. She was beautiful, and there was no possible way that she could avoid being given the eye by interested toms, no matter how much Adele marked her with bruises and mud to hide her beauty. If only she could go back and apologise for everything. But she couldn’t ask for forgiveness - what she had done to Maxine was unforgivable. That beautiful silver pointed molly had stolen her heart - and now Adele had lost her forever.

“Well, well.” Said a voice behind Adele. The voice made her want to cry. Adele closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she imagined the ginger she-cat with blue eyes. Her mother. She’s not real. She’s not real. You imagine her. But even though her mother was an illusion, Adele could never tell herself to let go. To forget about what her mother did. Adele didn’t want to see her mother, so she simply kept her eyes closed as her mother spoke. “Congratulations. You’ve killed four cats, and you’ve driven away the only family you have.”

“I killed three.” Adele snarled. “I didn’t kill Jasper, too. It was that SplashClan warrior.”

“Oh, sweetie. His life ended the day he met you.” Sneered her mother’s voice. Adele began trembling, as the voices grew. Not just her mother’s now. Lots of voices. The voices of the cats she killed. And Maya. Jasper. Maxine. Adele’s eyes flew open, and she looked around wildly. Their voices were echoing all around her, but she couldn’t see them. She could hear Maxine crying, begging her to stop hurting her. Adele crumpled to the floor, paws wrapped tightly around her head.

“Get out of my head!” she screeched. “Get out!” Adele then heard a splash below. Water, lapping against the rocks. She slowly looked down. The water looked deep, and it was rushing fast. The voices grew, and she knew she would be tortured with them for the rest of her miserable life. She was walking forward. Standing on the very edge of the river bank, so close that soil was breaking beneath her front paws. Adele looked up at the sky, looking at it once. Then she closed them, stepping forward. She fell like a stone - vanishing beneath the surface without a struggle. Her lungs were screaming for air, but Adele resisted as she was pulled through the dark water, dragged lower into the river. And then she was gone. The voices in her head had stopped forever.

Poolcloud's sacrifice
Sparrowstar wasn't sure how long she and Poolcloud had been walking when she detected a familiar scent. Poolcloud too must have detected it, for she too froze up. A foul reek, laced with rotting prey and decaying leaves. Poolcloud looked at Sparrowstar, her fur beginning to rise. "Let's get out of here." she hissed - but as Sparrowstar and Poolcloud went to turn, there was a snarl from the bushes. Sparrowstar hissed as a red snout thrusted it's way out of some bracken, followed by a pair of beady, yellow eyes. Her claws slid out, but then she felt the twitching in her belly. The fox's famished eyes found her swollen belly, and Sparrowstar suddenly knew what it was thinking. Poolcloud shoved her leader, not hesitating. "Run!" she cried. Sparrowstar obeyed - she whirled around, and fled, Poolcloud hot on her tail - the fox barked, and, to their horror, leapt after them, tongue lolling like a dog as it followed the two she-cats.

But then something snagged under Sparrowstar's ankle. Sparrowstar couldn't stop herself from the fall - she went flying down, down a hill, floundering as she tumbled. Poolcloud tore after her, trying to grab her, but too late. Sparrowstar crashed to a halt at the foot of the hill; her belly slammed into a rock, and Sparrowstar froze. Her jaws parted in a silent cry of agony, as pain shot through her stomach. She lay there, stunned, not hearing Poolcloud's frantic voice. "Sparrowstar! Your -" Poolcloud stared in horror at Sparrowstar, who was twitching. A stream of blood trickled from her belly from the rock, but Poolcloud knew the impact went further. And she was right, for a new pain rolled through Sparrowstar's lower body. Suddenly, Sparrowstar recovered, and she released an ear-splitting cry as her stomach contracted.

"Not now! Not now! They're not due for over a quarter-moon!" Sparrowstar was going hysterical, and Poolcloud's efforts to calm her had no effect. But then both she-cats froze. A shadow engulfed them, and Poolcloud whipped around, her tail risen, teeth bared. The fox stood there, growling, amber eyes glazed with madness and hunger. Poolcloud bushed up her fur, hissing as the fox drew closer, it's gaze fixated on Sparrowstar. She knew exactly what it wanted, but she wasn't letting that happen. Poolcloud wanted to run, but her loyalty to her leader and former mentor rooted her paws to the spot. She wasn't going anywhere, and the fox seemed to know this, for it growled in frustration. It began pacing, searching for a way to access Sparrowstar. "Poolcloud, please, save yourself -" Sparrowstar began, but then she yelped as another contraction seized her body. Soon, Sparrowstar was crumpled, her lungs rattling as she struggled to breathe - the stone hadn't just hit her belly, but her chest as well, where her lungs were. The silver and white tabby didn't take her eyes off the fox.

"I'm not going anywhere." Poolcloud vowed. The fox then stopped pacing - to her horror, it darted forward, jaws parted to show it's yellow teeth. Driven by insanity, it dived for Sparrowstar's belly, and she shrieked in terror, her paws flying down in an attempt to protect her kits. But Poolcloud was faster. She threw herself between the two, and the fox's jaws sank into her neck instead. It began shaking her like a dead piece of prey, and Poolcloud could not release it's iron grip on her throat - then she froze.

"Poolcloud!" Sparrowstar shrieked, as there was a bursting sound, a whistle of air. Poolcloud gasped, and, blinded, she lashed out with a paw. The fox yelped, and, through some miracle, abandoned it's prey, blood pouring from it's eye socket. It yelped, and scrambled over the hill. Poolcloud slowly turned around, her jaws parted in a soundless gasp. Sparrowstar let out an anguished cry at the sight of her friend's torn throat- blood turned the tabby's white neck red. "P-Poolcloud..." Sparrowstar began.

"You saved me from a fox when I was a kit. Now I've saved you." Poolcloud slid to the floor, gasping now. She then stiffened, and looked up at Sparrowstar with anguished eyes. The deep blue pools she was named for were glazed. "Be a good mother. I wanted to be one... now I'll never..." Poolcloud's eyes then closed, and her chest fell still. Sparrowstar let out a wail of grief, and pulled Poolcloud closer, wailing still, burying her face into her dead friend's fur; she was unaware of what was going on. Agony through her punctured lung, and through her womb.