.:Hot, sticky even. Blood rushing, paws pounding. Heart in head, Head in the sky. Thoughts of you, thoughts of the only one. Earth turning to stone, stone turning to snake rocks. Snakes, hiding from the insaneness of him, desperate for mercy from the merciless killer. Dark brown pelt, green eyes shining. What else was there to do in this world of death but to live your life while you can.

.:It was Oakleaf of Thunderclan who had run to Snakerocks in his urge to be alone. The camp was still too much for him to stay very long, so he stayed out here in the forest, protecting his clan. Only he knew the forest like he did. He was quite the tom, quite the catch some might say. He was caring and loving, but he had turned depressed and lonely. Everyone was over him, but he wasn't over Brambleheart. He loved her, he loved with all his heart. But somewhere in his mind echoed the thought that he should move on. But he couldn't... he wouldn't.

.:It wasn't like him, it wasn't proper. He wanted to, but he wouldn't. It wasn't as easy as some thought it might be to get over the one you loved the most. She was his first mate, his first true love. Oh, why did she have to die. He couldn't go a day where he regreted he lived and she didn't. He had survived greencough three times, and she had only had it once.

.:The dark brown tabby tom was getting up in his years, 65 moons now. Ah, he had lived his life, but he still had plently moons left. He would remain a warrior most of his life, only retiring when he had the chance. Of course, that would be somewhere around 150-200 more moons until he died (in other words: 16 to 20 years).

.:He stopped thinking about death. That was too depressing. Sure, he was depressed, but it was more of thinking about loved one that you wanted, depressing. Not 'Oh my god I'm going to die' depressed. Oh no, he didn't like to thing about those things after... that day that he tried to kill himself happened. He wouldn't go back to that day, never. Never, ever. That wasn't him anymore.

Word count: 474
Comments: Yay, Oakleaf has found a mate!!
RPer mood: Good.
Muse: Good.
Character Mood: Umm... Not really sure.

.:A voice caught Oakleaf's ears and he realized it was Dapplemoon. Oh great, another effin she-cat. That's all I need around here. He was not attracted to the she-cat, nothing sitrred in his heart. He was over the whole mate thing. For him, friends were enough, and that was all that mattered in his wonderful, beautiful world.

.:Of course, he thought that he thought that. He really did long to have someone to hold, someone to talk to, someone to comfort him in the deadest of nights. He was too prideful to admit that to even himself, though, for he had been hiding it for so many moons it seemed that it would just comr true. Oakleaf was always a ladies man, and a ladies man he would always be.

.:Standing up, dipping his head in respect for Dapplemoon, he was oh so glad for her company. "Why hello there, Dapplemoon! How are things are camp?" He tried to act like nothing was wrong and groomed his fur quickly. He turned back to her with his sparkling green eyes. It wasn't his fault, he was naturally like this.

Word count: 269
Comments: Blech. sorry for the short posts xD
RPer mood: Okay
Muse: eh
Character Mood: Umm... idk

.:A laugh was emitted from the dark brown tom's mouth. It was stifling, even forced maybe. Yet, it had a certian ring to it... a ring that no one could copy. It was Oakleaf's laugh, the laugh that hadn't showed itself in a long time. The last time he had laughed was... well, he couldn't remember. Probably while Bramblestorm was still alive.

.:But as she mentioned trees, a flashback came. He was falling, he could feel everything as it was happening then. Even the impact of his bones and muscles, everything was aching once more... everything was hurting. He refused the instinct to flinch, or even wince. He stayed strong, but his face was no longer happy. It had turned stiff, his green eyes still dancing in the light that shined through the bundles of leaves on the trees... Oh there he went again, thinking about trees. Trees... why did they have to be so... tree like?

.:"No, I do not like trees. As for hunting, it would be my pleasure."

.:Oakleaf realized that this was how everything else had started out... everything had just fallen apart, but back together by the peices of another. He couldn't love her, could he? No, he was sure that it was just a simple friendship. He refused to think that it could be possible when the fact that he refused to think that it could be possible was impossible because he knew that it was true (OMG, did that make any sense at all??). He refused to think that was true, and so the process continues until he finally gave in. So what? He had a crush? What was the big deal?

.:The big deal was that he knew it would be more than that. He had learned that she-cats were attracted to the big, buffy, but sensetive type. The type he was. He was 'hot-stuff' persay. Maybe the fact that he was intrugied them? Maybe it was the fact of his love history? Who really knew, she-cats were so confusing these days...

Word count: 424
Comments: Finally forcing myself to reply to these... massive... and bunches of posts XD
RPer mood: Okay... a little tired, definatly hungry. haven't had breakfast yet...
Muse: Eh... okay
Character Mood: I don't know, but the post was confusing typing it, so I know it must be confusing reading it, so I'm going to say" CONFUSED