Move Down To Me

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Slip In To You.

                                                                                                danceinside.

The dangerous rapids were the only thing she could hear. Besides that, nothing was audible. Just this fearful sound of death. These falls really put you into a trance when you first came upon them. It took a fair while before she managed to pull back from the rapids and take a breath. What if she had fallen in? What if she had gotten hurt- or worse? A little hysterical laugh left her, and she walked the opposite way- away from that tormenting sound.

Okay, she had never witnessed rapids. Was it that big of a shock? Perhaps, because she had been travelling like a loner up 'till a moon ago. But that was far behind her, and so were the rapids now that they were only a faint blur in the background. The imperfected white she-cat settled herself down on the moss covered ground. Her saphire eyes slitted almost shut as she calmed herself. Was she really going to be afraid of the rapids in her Clan's own territory? She swallowed; of course, she was just paranoid, right?

Icepaw sighed, her breathing still shakey. Resting her chin on her paws in front of her, she looked shattered. Her ears were limp - not perked, not pulled back. And her tail kept twitching from the thought of the rapids. Yet, she didn't realize, this fear had been found before. Icepaw was oblivious that when she was a kit, she fell into familiar rapids. It wasn't just random paranioa, it had been bad memories making her fearful. A shiver ran through the apprentice and she just attempted to relax.

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A sleek black form made the bushes whisper, rustling and waving as they were pushed aside. The small figure weaved through the forest as he followed the precarious edge of the ravine down to the rapids. Really, the cat was just bored; the camp had nothing to offer the young tom today, so he'd set himself on a dull walk down the tumbling river. Maybe there's be something a little more exciting a little down the way. Hopefully.

Batpaw stopped as something new crossed his golden amber oculi, and he crouched hidden to watch. A pretty white she-cat sat frozen before the rapids, her sapphire eyes wide in fear as she stared down below her. Who was it, again? The apprentice had to rack his memory to remember. Oh, yes, that was it; Icepaw. She'd only joined maybe a moon ago, and he could rememebr the shock as his older step-brother had let her into his Clan. Loners were never allowed to call DarkClan their home; they were always sent away to the softer HollyClan or TreeClan. Rogues were only permitted on certain circumstances; if their set of mind corresponded well enough to the traditional stereotypes of DarkClan personality, or if cats were greatly needed to boost the Clan's power or morale, one or two might be allowed access. But as far as he could tell, this young cat was as passive as any loner, and hardly the type well accepted by such a hostile group. But, Batpaw shrugged it off. Shrewstar's decisions weren't his problems yet.

The black tom snapped back to attention as Icepaw pulled back from the riverside, her ears limp as she situated herself far from the deadly rapids. Of course, a DarkClan-raised cat like himself couldn't grasp it; why was she so uneasy about it? As long as you were careful you wouldn't fall in; and any cat could pay enough attention to stay wary of the edge. Maybe loners were different; more carefree or easily prone to daydreaming or something. Batpaw's own father had been a rogue, but he'd enver had any experiences from cats who lived outside the Clans. Of course, Icepaw was a she-cat; the tom couldn't hold a fear against her like many of his Clanmates might. His flirtation instincts were much too strong for that.

"Don't worry," He said causally as he stood back up straight and padded from the brush, perfectly at ease with the deadly rapids that lay right beside his paws, "As long as you're careful, you won't hurt yoruself. After awhile, any cat could get use to it." Lett ing his golden gaze sparkle, Batpaw trotted over to Icepaw and hoped he hadn't scared her. After all, he didn't want to freak out such a pretty she-cat that was already shaken enough.

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The she-cat glanced at Batpaw. She had been to preoccupied to even notice another cat in the area. That wasn't smart considering it could've been something like a badger or a fox and she might have done the same thing. Swallowing the obvious emotions of fear and scorn, she managed to breath some words, "Yeah." Icepaw said with a tiny nod. Her saphire eyes left him and drifted towards the sound of the rapids, "I don't get it. I've been around rivers plenty of times, this one shouldn't be any different." Icepaw inhaled quickly, but it took a second to exhale.

Saphire eyes returned to Batpaw again, and her ears perked ever so slightly. She had seen him around of course. It was funny watching him strut around the camp like he owned the place, but she also thought it was foolish. Why he did that, she didn't understand. To Icepaw, it seemed easier to be obedient and do what your told - it probably got you to Warrior status quicker too. Icepaw left that thought after another moment.

"I didn't think anyone would be out here for a while." Icepaw murmured softly. Her back twitched with mild annoyance. The alone time had been nice in some ways, but she was glad there was someone here too. Batpaw would have been welcomed out here if she hadn't been fearful over the rapids, now she considered that embarrasment. The tom probably thought she was soft for DarkClan life. That just meant one more cat to prove to.

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Batpaw shrugged, understanding a little. "A lot of cats have fallen into it and died. Maybe that's just it." Then he gave a small chuckle. "Once I heard a few loony old elders calling it cursed. How stupid is that?" His tail swayed with amusement. However many cats had fallen in and died, there was no way a load of tumbling water could be cursed. That was just plain mousebrained. Flicking his ear, the tom gave Icepaw a flattering look. She seemed to be watching him with a thoughtful look in her sapphire gaze, and he tried to decode what she might be thinking. A review of himself, perhaps? He hoped it was a good one.

"Oh. I hope I'm not bothering you," The small black tom replied quickly. Not a lot of cats did go down this way, not unless they were obliged to by some solid intent. Batpaw himlself was the exception who once and a while would go for walks down here, but maybe that was because he was one of the least worried about the Cascading Rapids. After all, he was the only relative of DarkClan's leader; he was quite positive that nothing bad could happen to him. It wasn't as if he had special provileges or anything; that was absurd. It was just that being the leader's step-brother gave him a little bit of an immunity. After all, Shrewstar would have had to have gotten his skills from someone, and it must have been the mother that also gave birth to him. But, anyway. "It's a nice day, though." The air was a little warmer than before, and although the river was to fast-pace to freeze over the ice chunks that bobbed through it were fewer today.

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Icepaw nodded an agreement. Her mind seemed to lock the words 'cursed' into her, because she couldn't shake the sudden eerie feeling. She looked around silently, as if noticing the nature around her. There were robins perched in the trees now, and the mice were starting to scurry again, "Newleaf isn't far off." Icepaw purred joyfully. After months of a snowy wasteland, she was glad to see the snow beginning to melt. Newleaf was her favorite time of the season. There was a mild curiousity flickering in her chest that made her heart flutter.

"Are there many flowers here in Newleaf?" Even she didn't know where that question had come from. Curiousity. Icepaw smiled shyly, and felt her cheeks flush a little under her soft white fur. Though her blush never showed, the tiny twitch of the tail showed she had wished she hadn't spoken so freely earlier.

Flowers and butterflies amused her. She was such a girl. Newleaf was just a fresh start, and she couldn't get enoug of it. Her saphire eyes sparkled slightly at the thought of mild temperatures and plenty of prey. Happy living to start off the new year.