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Like a ghost, righting against the wind. The moonlight high in the sky as a strangly colored tom made his way through the swings. The woodchipped ground strong against his paws as he jumped onto one of them his claws digging into the leather as it finally stood still and he sat down on it. This place was where twolegged kits used to play. Seabird lowered his head, he was tired of moping around all teh time. Not to mention the fact he had nothing to call home. He was always on the move. He was a loner, a cast out with no parents, and only the Desert haven cats to guide him. "Why do I always have to be the stupid one" he told himself, his normal talking to himself behavior really. He watched the moon as the wind blew against the trees.

Seabird always remember the voice of his mentor. That he was stupid or he was doing something wrong. Yet, she was the only family he got then iot was the others who always got killed because of him. Maybe he was better off as a loner in the first place. He even wodnered why his parents hd to die when he was born. Not to mention the fact that his life sucked now. Yet, he was going to live as he could. He was going to start over whereever this place was. He was going to be the leader he wanted to be. He was going to be the leader the otehrs needed and he was not going to let others mock him or hurt his friends.

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[atrb=background,http://wimg.co.uk/o9c.png] she padded, wearily observing the ground and the white paws that trotted upon it. her hollow black eyes were narrowed to mere slits as she continued to walk through the city. the shadow and curse of night had befallen the town, although in the distance where the skyscrapers touched the sky lights were vibrant. this confused her slightly, although she moved on. to her right was a wall in which she tensed her muscles and pounced on. her whiskers twitched as she saw the mulch below and the queer human contraptions. her breath stirred the air as fireflies floated about in the darkness. the real city was but a mile away. her mission was nearly accomplished. she closed to eyes and sat down on the hard stone. her eyes drowsily closed as the moonlight whitewashed her already mostly white fur. the deep scarlets that patterned her pelt were diminished to such a pale ginger while the harsh black encryptions were depleted to a sweet gray. in normal light, she was almost scary. in this light she seemed petite and small in the world. she opened her maw, taking in the scents the air brought to her. suddenly, everything was refreshed and clear. her insanity was pushed far back, locked into a cruelly dark cave in her brain. she felt free, freer than she ever had in her life. liberty was nigh. she stood to her feet and waved her tail; it was swished about ruthlessly in the wind like a flag, but she didn't care. it was then when she tilted her head and spotted a lonely male feline who was digging his claws in the rubber swings. a smile befell her expression, and she leaped from the short wall to the ground. she winced at its painful wood chips, but she limped along until she unexpectedly came nose to nose with the stranger. "hello," she mewed in greeting.

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It was funny, how the shadows felt safe. How the darkness seemed so comforting. It was almost as if they were made to be evil. It was almost as if the world was telling them, the dark side is the only way to survive. Yet, it was one simple sentence that drove the good. Only the good die young. Did that mean that all the good cats wanted to die, or did it just mean that they were ready to die for something they were protecting. Seabird thought about the little strange things for a moment. Listening to the hectic world around him. The monsters and everything the twolegs had that made the cats so afraid. Maybe it was that, immortality meant evil, so it drove some of these cats to kill. Yet it seemed to him that, a life in immortality was not worth anything. As his thoughts drifted and he starred at the ground a she-cat jumped up to his swing coming nose to nose with him. It almost seemed as if the world was begging him to have some sort of conversation. The simple hello made Seabird blink looking at the she-cats eyes.

Seabird backed up almost forgetting he was on a swing. He slipped from his back paws and tried to catch the swing with his front claws flailing from the fall. His heart raced a bit, but he managed to snag his claws on the edge. "Um...Hi?" he said a bit nerves about meeting a new cat. He was always like this though. Yet, once he got to know one better he warmed up to who he really was. The only thing he was afraid of was really someone getting killed because of him.

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[atrb=background,http://wimg.co.uk/o9c.png] an amused grunt was the sound that came from her throat. twitching her whiskers, she tilted her white, black, and red adorned head and observed the flailing fellow. he looked like he needed... help. although it would have been the right thing to do, she didn't approach the crazy tom and try to assist. rather, she sat there, face nearly beet red as she resisted the urge to laugh. eventually, it came, and she broke out, rolling on the ground and getting dirt and leaves stuck in her fur. still, she didn't care. this was too much! "you're... you're... oooh, i can't breathe!" she continuously cackled, her lungs getting deprived of all air. of course, after a minute or two she needed her oxygen, so she jumped to her feet, panting. she gulped for breathe and sat down, finally relaxing as she curled her tail about her paws. she blinked and stared for quite a while at the hanging male and shrugged, lifting her paw in intendence to lick it. after a few moments, charade let her black orbs drift over to the stranger. her head was ever so slightly lifted from her work, so it wasn't too obvious she was studying him and his interesting figure. her brows furrowed and she paused in her licking, retreating from her sitting position and padding forward to the still dumbstruck creature. she sighed and held out her paws, pulling the entangled cat from the rubber swing and letting him plop to the ground. "so."

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[atrb=background,http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss40/Milkyface4455/seabird2.jpg] Seabird wanted to recoil back into some dark corner. He let it pass though, trying to ignore the fact yeah it was funny. After all, Seabird did not mean to be startled. The brown tom looked at her as she untangle him from the swing. He did not land on his feet as he fell. The wood chips hurt as they stuck into his stomach fur. With a small grunt he lifted his body up and shook the little chips off. The tom looked at the female as she stopped laughing and said, so. Seabird sat down and curled his tail around his paws. "You startled me, coming up like that" Seabird said taking a deep breath, with the flicker of his ears. It was not his fault he was so relaxed, it was not his fault the female had startle him. It was kind of funny when he thought about it though. At the moment it wasn't, but to him now it was. "What sort of cat doesn't land on his feet." he whispered to himself as he stood up to stretch his limbs. The night air felt good against his fur. As if he was swimming in it. Seabird yawned and sat down again watching her. "I'm seabird, mind if I ask who you are?" he said.