A side I never knew - [grimm]

[Wolfy ♥]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Blizzardbreathmain.png] Dipping his lustrous crown Blizzardbreath closed his eyes half way and lapped carefully at the after shower puddle. Lost in translation staring into the eyes of his own reflection. Silently he contemplated the back story of said reflections. What were his true parents like? Where did they come from? Why did they give him away or were they killed? A thousand questions and not one answer to any of them. He heavily sighed and looked up to the sky, breathing in deeply and letting the wind buffet his chest fur. "No matter...." Not that where he came from mattered anyway. It wouldn't change the way anyway thought of him back in Boulderclan. But even he couldn't convince himself of that. Blizzardbreath still felt the weight heavy on his heart. What if all the rumors the others spoke of when he was an apprentice were true. What if he was the son of a killer or some kind of malicious feline. 'Who cares what those mouse brained fools think..They have no right to judge who I am...' He shook his crown and padded through the grove of trees and unknowingly wound up heading towards twolegplace. "Maybe this is where I'm from?" Blizzardbreath had always felt a pull from this place that made him feel like he belonged. But the same feeling occurred even in the other territories. Any place other than Boulderclan made him feel more welcomed than his supposed home. "I doubt it... I'm not a kittypet. I'm a warrior... I think." Faded grey gaze drifted off into the distance where rows of houses were. Roaring engines of monsters were heard among the local chatter of the humans intermingling with the sounds of nature and that of a few kittypets hidden away in their gardens.

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Pale greens eyes sat open, shuttered and peering at the world just beyond the cool surface of the glass. Lazed upon her side, the she-cat was, honestly, quite bored. Her twolegs had left her, as they often did during this time, and she was left by her lonesome. None of the other cats had come by today. Not that tabby tom or that ginger she-cat with her splotched daughter. Not even that strange old tom had not come, though she had heard of him being taken off to the 'Cutters'.

Such strange words these cats had here.

As Anastasia stared out into the vibrant green world behind the glass window, she couldn't help the burn in her chest and the ache in her limbs to want to go outside, to visit that place. Her twolegs never allowed it over her and she was often scolded when she had been caught trying to sneak out. Twitching an ear, she felt her side rise for a moment, before falling with a heavy sigh, one of many that she had let out today.

Shutting her eyes, she listened.

The faint sound of cars outside, the laughter of twolegs just barely there on the other side of the glass and a few yards over, and the sounds of birds chirping, the scratching as squirrels ran about and danced among the branches. It was a world she had never been outside in, spent time there, and she wanted nothing more then to go out, to see that world. She caught wafts of fresh, rich, and heavy scents every time, yet the scents were always left, faint and never so rich as the source. It disappeared in moments and she felt that ache even more in the back of her throat, making her want to yowl in her displeasure.

Only then, did she remember her mother's soft, crooning voice.

'Never be unladylike, darling, be sweet, be quiet, speak only when needed. Be elegant. Be refined. You are part of a pure line, know this and be proud.'

At times, she wanted nothing more then to just go out and get her coat dirty, make her silvery pelt brown and muddy with the dirt and plants in her twoleg's precious garden. Pulling herself up, she stretched her thin frame, all silver-blue fur in the warm sunlight, and turned, dropping herself off her perch and her comfy pillows. Heading to the large room where she was often fed, she tilted her head, shutting her eyes at the ache of pulling herself away from the window and her wonderful view of the world outside.

She could almost smell the fresh scent of flowers, the rich smell of dirt, and intoxicating smell of fresh air.

The kittypet pulled open her eyes, only to realize she was staring at an open window just above the pit that water flowed from. Moving suddenly, her heart pounding, she lept up and swiftly went to the frame, ignoring the wetness of her paws. Peering out, she found the world even more vibrant and watched a dark red butterfly just flutter past her. Pale green eyes wide, she lept after it, pulling herself from ehr self little haven and out into the world she wanted to see for so long.

Following it, she felt her excitment pulling itself up, poignant and powerful. The world outside was bright and she winced slightly, but the quirking of her tail tip and the twitch of her whiskers, alongside the curling of her ears made her heart soar. Turnign eyes upward to the fence that housed her yard, she swiftly moved toward it, jumping, only to slid with a scarping of claws. Letting out a soft mewl of displeasure, she narrowed her eyes and looing about, peered at the pile of wood covered by a canvas.

Smooth strides that seemed almost inborn into her body, she made her way toward it and swiftly climbed the canvas, slipping a time or two. Leaping upon the fence, she pulled herself up and just barely caught herself from falling over the side. Peering over, she marveled at the sight before her. It was wide and beautiful, and she simply couldn't describe the scents, the sights, the sounds she could catch. Leaping down without a thought, and moved away from the fence, the thought of keeping her yard in sit out of mind. Moving closer to the woods, she smiled lightly, only to have her attention caught by a squirrel and she immediately went to chase after it.

The bell upon her collar set the squirrel running and she followed it, only to pause at the foot of a tree and stare up. Now, that wasn't fair! She only wanted to play!

[Wolfy ♥]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Blizzardbreathmain.png] So caught up in the alien sounds and stale smells of the twolegplace he nearly hadn't noticed the presence of the other feline trailing her way along top of the fence. She smelt of twolegs and was most definitely a kittypet. The tinkling ball dangling from her collar was loud enough to scare off most of the prey on this part of the wood. Blizzardbreath grimaced to himself and watched her carefully without a word. Staying just on the verge of the forest line but still a respectable distance from the she-cats garden. Noticing the squirrel she'd tried hunting, he presumed hop its way back to the woods and stop just a fox length away from the clump of bracken he sat next to. 'Stupid thing..' Blizzardbreath knew well enough that as a warrior the clan came first and stealing prey were both against the warrior code. Though consider where the squirrel had come from, it was a Boulderclan squirrel, so no harm done. And the hunting group would be back with enough freshkill to last a while with the few mouths they had to feed. He gathered himself and got into a hunter's crouch, his smokey optics staring down the clueless squirrel. Blizzardbreath stalked forward and dashed forward. Hooking a sharp blow to the squirrel and getting his tail stuck in his claws. The scrawny morsel was easy picking when his fangs sunk into his neck relieving the thing of its last moments of misery. 'Mmm.. mmm' His tongue lapped at the blood staining his muzzle when placing the squirrel onto the ground. This usually wasn't on his menu but prey was prey when it came to him. For all he knew his parent's could've been loners and just because he was adopted didn't mean he had to follow their local traditions and stick to what they ate. Picking up his prize up by the scruff and trotting over to the blue russian she-cat. He dropped the prey at his paws, a glint of cockiness in his eye and a smirk curling his lip. "Hunting really isn't your forte.. Am I right?," Cuffing the squirrel to her paws. ",I figure this was your kill.. You can have it if you want i-" Abruptly interrupting his sentence came the presence of a human. It was girl no doubt, and a kit at that. Shouting, laughing and pointing at them both yelling something like 'Come here, kitty!' "Foxdunged twoleg.. Get out of here!"

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Anya was continued to stare upward into the tree, pale green eyes wide and taking all the things in. Maybe she wasn't watching the squirrel any more, barely noticing that it had scurried away completely and was not staring at the bright green leaves above her swerving ears. The colors were beautiful and she couldn't help feeling breathless. It was so different to the sharp lines and black and white perches in her own home.

Her body stiffened at the sounds of shifting bushes and swiftly turned toward them. Staring, she felt herself ste
p back a few paw steps as an unknown tom came forward. She had never been so close to another cat, at least, not without her protective window. He was tall, at least, compared to her, and board shouldered, and peering at him, she took a few careful tests of the air. He smiled of the forest, he smelled of the wild and the fresh air, the dirt and the plants. Upon hsi scent was the faint smell of somethign coppery and she twitched her whiskers at the squirrel he held in his jaws. Narrowed eyes, not realizing she had narrowed them, they pulled open wide at the dead animal before her eyes, one she had chased after not moments before.

As he set himself before her, Anastasia turned her eyes down to the squirrel, and then, peered up at the tom. He had an air of cockiness to him and that smirk reminded her for some strange reason of a faint memory, one that held of her siblings. Dimitri, if she remembered correctly, was always a cocky tom and carried himself as if he owned their living area. The only time he backed down was with Father, and even then, he was still cocky and father accepted it without a problem, even baiting him. Twitching her ears, she sat herself down a few paw steps away, tail wrapped around delicate paws to long legs.

"Hunting really isn't you're forte.. Am I right?"

The squirrel was pushed closer to her and she twitched her tail a little closer. Poor thing! She didn't want it killed, she had only wanted to play with it! It was such a strange thing and Anya had never seen one so close before. They were so different! Poofy tails, large black eyes, and such strange little bodies, and yet they could move so very, very quickly. She always found herself watching them.

"I figure this was your kill You can have it if you want i-"

He was cut off by a twoleg kit and the she-cat turned her head, blinking at her for a moment and offering the thing a gentle meow. She knew her. The ginger mother and her splotched daughter lived with her, or at least, that's what the mother had always told her.

"Foxdunged twoleg.. Get out of here!"

Turnign with her pale green eyes onto the tom once more, Anastasia shifted slightly, the gentle jingle of her bell clear and tinkiling. Pausing, she dipped her head down, grasping the swuirrel by it's tail, and then, hefting herself up, headed to the bushes. She wanted to see more, she wanted to know more about this strange world she had never experienced, and from what she could tell, the tom did not like the little girl.

He didn't seem like the type that one would wish to anger, and so, she decided to lead him, at least, out of sight of the twoleg kit. Sitting herself down in the nearest little clearing, she set the squirrel down, and paused as she swiped her tongue over her teeth. It was a strange, musky sort of taste and she found it strange, but appealing. It tasted different compared to the wet and dry food she ate back in her home.

Turning onto the tom, she tilted her head, almost seeming to pout slightly.

"Now, since we have gone from her, I must tell you, I didn't want squirrel to be killed. Anya only want to play."

She spoke in a broken way that sounded strange and her light, airy voice was tinged with a rougher sort of accent, dappling it and making it a tad bit strange to a normal cat's ear. Glancing down at the squirrel again, she dipped down and sniffed at it slightly and she smelt the copper of the creature's blood and the faint rumble in her belly made her pull her ears back in embarrassment and pull her tail a little more around her paws. Clearing her throat, she glanced up at him and offered him a slightly sheepish smile.

"Forgive me."

[Wolfy ♥]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Blizzardbreathmain.png] The twolegs scents hung on the kittypet. Her fur smelt of twoleg and the furbished smells of the inside of their den's. He followed behind her and tried staying at distance - for now. Not wanting the kittypet's scent all over him. The last thing he needed was anyone to accuse him of playing with kittypets when in fact he was. "Now, since we have gone from her, I must tell you, I didn't want squirrel to be killed. Anya only want to play. Forgive me." Blizzardbreath enjoyed the broken way she spoke and the unfamiliar accent that danced in and out of his ear's. Of course it was foreign to him, very foreign. However it wasn't one of those accent's that annoyed you to the point of ripping out your own fur, or very forced. It was natural, fluid, enticing and charming. Along with the name that followed ,Anya. Probably a nickname for a name that was probably a mouthful to say. "Didn't your mother ever tell you playing with your food is bad?" He chuckled softly. Thinking back to his own 'mother' and the lessons she taught when him and his 'siblings' were kits. It was a simple teaching taunt to kits at the earliest of moons that this she-cat didn't seem to grasp or atleast didn't want to. He locked his eyes back with hers, his ghostly gray clashing with her emerald green. "Forgive you.. why forgive you for something you can't control. Hunger is hunger." He shrugged. "Fair warning.. kittypet.. er... Anya or whatever you wish to be called. Go much farther and you'll be in Boulderclan territory. And I have the full authority as a warrior of such clan to chase you off..." Not that he cared what the kittypet did on Boulderclan territory. He felt little to no loyalty toward the clan or anyone in it.

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The she-cat watched him, unable to help herself. It really was the first time she had been so close to someone since the last time she had been with her family. Before she had been taken from them, actually. Looking at him better now, she found him appealing to her eyes. He seemed almost to radiate power and authority. Many an outdoor cat must respect him, she decided. Such a tom must have been respected!

"Didn't your mother ever tell you playing with your food is bad?"

Blinking at him, his voice having drawn her out of her thoughts, she pulled one ear back and glanced aside, once more, in embarrassment, and then, tilted her head down toward the squirrel. This was food? How strange! It looked nothing like the food her twolegs gave her. But then, the cats outside her window had told her before that there were cats outside, past their yards and gardens, that ate wild squirrels and birds -- "Even snakes!"-- and ran about, protecting land.

Was this tom one of them?

"Mama told me, da, but Anya did not know you can eat squirrel. It is strange thought."

She was startled by his eyes locking upon hers when she looked up at him and felt herself go stock still as he began to speak. He seemed to command her with only his eyes. Were all cats like this? All wild cats?

"Forgive you.. why forgive you for something you can't control. Hunger is hunger."

She twitched her tail tip by her dainty paws and bowed her head slightly into a nod.

"Da, hunger is hunger, that much true. "

"Fair warning, kitty pet, er... Anya or whatever you wish to be called. Go much farther and you'll be in Boulderclan territory. And I have the full authority as a warrior of such clan to chase you off..."

Kittypet? Boulderclan? Clan? Warrior seemed to be the only familiar word to her out of all he had said. Was this what the other house cats had said about them being strange? Tilting her head, she shifted slightly, dipping her head closer and peered up at him, much like a curious Kit. Her tail shifted slightly, pulling out behind her to help her balance. Her elegant imaged tinged with her childish position.

"Such strange words you say, warrior tom, Anya never had heard of such things. May you please be explaining for Anya?"

A curious, playful, and truly genuine look was pulled up to her features. Her pale green eyes sparkled with her curiosity and her hoenst want to know. She had never heard of such things, and though she knew that some things the house cats said were true, they 'gossiped like crows', as her mother would say. She'd prefer to know from the source, compared to whispered things from those outside.

[Wolfy ♥]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Blizzardbreathmain.png] "Mama told me, da, but Anya did not know you can eat squirrel. It is strange thought. Da, hunger is hunger, that much true. Such strange words you say, warrior tom, Anya never had heard of such things. May you please be explaining for Anya?" Blizzardbreath felt like laughing to himself. She was clueless to his world as he was with hers. Guess that's what they got for being raised in completely polar opposite world. "Sit miss Anya.. you've obviously never learned of 'clan' life.." He gestured his paw forward and curled his tail around his own paws. Having to admit that this was better than spending time back in the clan under the judging eyes of his clanmates. Maybe this she-cat known as Anya was something he could use to boost his own ego. "Warrior tom.. I go as Blizzardbreath.. a mouthful - yes but you can call me Blizzard if you'd like." "Now that introductions are out of the way, let me briefly explain a thing or two. 'Kittypet' is what we clan cats call you house cats. Boulderclan is the group of cats I.. associate myself with. There's four of us, Goldenclan, Brookclan, Hillclan, and Boulderclan. Each with a leader, deputy, medicine cat, warriors... like myself... apprentices, kits, and queens," He took a moment to breath. ",Happy with the explanation.. or do you crave more?"

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"Sit, miss Anya.. You've obviously never learned of 'clan' life.."

The she-cat sat as per requested, pulling back to do so, and curling her tail elegantly over her paws. Wide, jade eyes peered at the tom before him curiously, and an excited smile and pulled itself upon her maw.

"Warrior tom. I go as Blizzardbreath. A mouthful, yet, but you can call me Blizzard if you'd like."

She let out a curious little meow at the name, and tilting her head as she thought it over. Such a strange name! But in a way, she decided, it fit him. Sitting herself back properly, obliviously sitting with her shoulders back and head tilted with her chin up -- the way she was taught to sit when she was a kit -- and fell silent to listen.

"Now that introductions are out of the way, let me briefly explain a thing or two. 'Kittypet' is what we clan cats call you house cats. Boulderclan is the group of cats I.. associate myself with. There's four of us; Goldenclan, Brookclan, Hillclan, and Boulderclan. Each with a leader, deputy, medicine cat, warriors, like myself, apprentices, kits, and queens."

Anya listened with rapt attention, eyes widening even further as he explained it all. How.. strange! Yet so very, very interesting! Giving a happy purr, she felt her tail tip twitch and she shifted her frame a little closer, peering up with him as if he was the only important thing she would ever need.

And in a way, he was.

"Happy with the explanation, or do you crave more?"

Giving another happy sound, she offered him a bright smile and bobbed her head a few times in agreement.

"Oh, Da! Please, Blizzardbreath! Anya would like to very much know!"



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I'm sorry for begin gone so long~
I had school start up and work and I was just extremely busy! I'm back now though. <3~
I'm also terribly sorry for such a short, horrible post!
It'll get better, promise!