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Post by truth on Mar 13, 2011 8:46:19 GMT -5
.t.r.u.t.h. [/font][/center] The wind howled and screamed mercilessly against the ears of the she-cat. Her claws were unsheathed and helping her fight it, digging through the snow and the ground one paw step after another. One step at a time... she thought, propelling herself through the pine trees of the murky territory. ShadowClan. She'd heard the rumors, of course- the most vile clan of all. She had never been there, which was precisely why she was here. Other clans could recognize her easily, and she just happened to be the closest to this one when she'd made her decision.
Truth's green eyes were narrowed in defense from the gusts, which were now springing up fallen snow. Though none was falling currently, it certainly felt like it. The wind was swirling up, then purposely throwing snow in her face. Her emerald orbs squinted in pain as she shivered in the bitter night air. The black abyss above her head gave her no illumination for help, except for the thin moon that was far behind her. Crossing the thunderpath had been rough- hissing at every car crossing before being able to leap over the cement river was time consuming. Yet she'd made it, and now it seemed that the hardest part was yet to come. Actually getting into the camp, especially in weather like this, would be dangerous.
Despite the risks, Truth was willing to break in to ShadowClan. Only one thing attracted her to the camp- the need for survival. Her brown-tan tabby fur was deflated in hunger around her stomach area. Her fur still had a luscious quality, factoring in the wind and everything. She could feel the empty hollow of her stomach beneath her, and she was even more driven to continue. The wind lessened for her, allowing her to lift her head and open her eyes a bit more, and she finally made it to the outskirts of the camp.
Darkness seemed to swell around the loner as she stared at the entrance. There was a guard, of course, but if he was even half as weary as she was, he'd be distracted. So she snuck through between two dens (the warriors' den and the apprentices' den, but she didn't know this) and skittered to the pile. She was like a shadow falling through the camp. Quick, silent. Snatching a large, plump mouse with her claw, she stopped. Oh, how she was tempted to steal the rest too! So she grabbed another mouse- two in total- before taking of across the camp and just to the outskirts of it.
A familiar adrenaline pumped through her, willing her to sprint all the way out of the territory. But her hunger once again succeeded, and she devoured one of the mice right then and there. The other one looked just as tempting, but she thought she heard a cat behind her. With little time to react, Truth simply raced up a nearby pine, her heart now pounding in her ears. This was the action she lived for. But if a warrior or leader stronger than her was willing to climb and pursue, then she'd be in huge trouble. So she gripped the mouse in her jaws, her emerald eyes staring down at the ground before her and waiting for the chaser to come into view.
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Post by small • claw on Mar 13, 2011 17:58:48 GMT -5
Everything was irritating. The morning sun was irritating the way it flashed into his emerald eyes, glinting through treetops and bushes; the chilly wind was irritating, bellowing everywhere, even sweeping through his hide, chilling the marrows of his bones. Was this all a result of the way things had been lately? Was the frustration from Midnighthowl, and Ravenpelt and perhaps not knowing the consequences of his actions, the cause of this... frustration? The ebony warrior hissed quietly, his moonstones narrowed with both upheaval and perplexity.
Smallcaw sat crossly in front of his den, hardly paying attention to anything other than his perturbed contemplation; Was that all why he couldn't sleep? No, he quickly replied, I couldn't sleep because I was too busy trying to figure out whether or not to tell on myself... How ridiculous, one might think to themselves, but in reality, honestly, it wasn't easy to admit you knew about a betrayal all along, having only silenced yourself for selfish reasons. And that's what it was, it was completely and utterly egotistic. He wanted Emberstar dead, but for the price of his Clan? That was too much to ask. If Midnighthowl really would kill that pathetic ThunderClan leader, it would be for nothing. In the end, Smallclaw would conclude to nothing but that turncoats prey.
The entire Clan would. But how would he tell Hawkstar what he knew? He would be considered a traitor, himself.
It happened slowly then, slinking into the empty camp like a phantom, if not for it's tabby coat. It went unnoticed as first, but the unfamiliar appearance, and the foreign scent caught Smallclaw by the maw and he whipped towards the intruder like a missile. A trespasser! "Thief, attack!" He yowled, his claws unsheathing, whipping into their slitted sockets like prepared razors. Sounding a battle cry to alert the rest of the camp, he fell into a chase, following the loners scent. How in StarClans name could he have missed them coming? If it was one of ThunderClans plans, he wouldn't let them win this!
Mousedung! He cursed to himself, when he realized that the enemy had slipped out of view. Dropping into a silent crouch, ears flat, tail level, he stalked soundlessly through the marsh, hunting this cat, their aroma left behind as bread crumbs.
Gaze determined, he glanced about, empty pawed, before up... where the loner hide, the stolen mouse dangling from its jaws. The good news was, however, that their back was to the Warrior; adrenaline pulsating, he began to make short work of the distance, latching himself onto the bark, his face twisted in pure, merciless rage. "I could smell you out in a rainstorm, rogue!" He growled in his deep, course voice.
The thought suddenly struck him. Was this one of Midnighthowls games? Was she finally daring to attack ShadowClan? He aimed a lunge for Truth, his other claws digging into the bark for proper balance.
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Post by ! G L E N P A W on Mar 13, 2011 19:30:29 GMT -5
The snow was thick in the camp, and it lay in piles between the sheltered dens, sparkling in the sunlight and casting dark shadows when the sun fell beyond the horizon. Glenpaw had been out all day with Hawkstar, training. She was almost a warrior. And strangely, she felt nostalgic for the days when she could just lie around in camp all day with her friends and do nothing. But those days were long gone.
Presently, she was curled in her den, pink nose tucked beneath black-tipped tail, slanted sea blue eyes closed against the bitter winds. She was certainly attractive, and she knew it. But lately, it wasn't enough for her to be pretty. She wanted to be more than witty, more than clever, more than everything others expected her to be. Something big and beyond description.
Her dreams were interrupted by a strangled yowl from the camp entrance. "Thief, attack!" Smallclaw's deep, booming voice nearly gave Glenpaw a heart attack. She leaped nearly two tailengths into the air and fell flat on her slender muzzle, bruising it on the stony floor. "Ouch!" she whimpered, taking a moment to hold it before darting through the small entrance to the apprentice's den and squinting through the snow to where Smallclaw's dark form was streaking through the snow after whatever had caused the disturbance. With a deep breath, Glenpaw took off after the senior warrior, her eyes nearly closed as the snow pricked her muzzle like tiny ice pellets. Trying to keep Smallclaw's form in sight was nearly impossible, and Glenpaw nearly gave up several times. But he always swam back into her watering gaze, and she had to keep going. After all, she wasn't one to give up.
By the time Glenpaw reached the warrior, he was facing off against a scrawny tabby she-cat. Trying to catch her breath as she stood there in the freezing snow, Glenpaw managed to choke out the words, "Smallclaw - what - the heck?" Too late. He launched himself into the air, muscles rippling under his midnight black coat, dotted with snowflakes, and flew towards the unsuspecting loner. Cursing under her breath, Glenpaw rushed forward, desperate to make sure that he didn't hurt the thief.
At least, not too badly.
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Post by truth on Mar 13, 2011 19:52:23 GMT -5
.t.r.u.t.h. [/font][/center] Truth's green eyes widened with anticipation as she stared at the patch of snow beneath her. The words from the camp sounded in her mind. She hadn't heard them earlier, in her mad dash it had been hard to hear anything, But now she heard them echoing back at her, and it truly frightened her. "Thief, attack!" Attack? Now the whole clan was after her. All for two pieces of food! Goodness, you'd think these cats would just let it go. So temperamental! Yet, as she tried to assure herself that it wasn't a problem, it was. She stared down at the patch of white beneath her, the moon slowly succumbing and descending to sun above her tabby head, and no one was coming in sight.
Truth felt like a piece of prey being hunted. Her heart pounded so loud that it was in her ears, and her breathing was so shallow she had to take larger breaths. But she couldn't, because then the hunter would clearly hear her. It was so easy to breathe only moments ago, she thought as her eyes squinted at the ground. Why is it so hard now? She knew the answer, but she didn't think of it.
I'm being hunted.
Maybe they didn't follow me, she thought after moments of silence, not even noticing the shadowed cat behind her. Maybe it's safe to go down. But just as the tabby she-cat was about to hop down to safety, she heard a furious yowling behind her. "I could smell you out in a rainstorm, rogue!" She whirled around on her pine branch to see a strong warrior, his black fur glistening and his eyes full of rage. A small fear blossomed in the she-cat, but her own bravery devoured it. Her gaze reflected the piercing terror for only a second before hardening to match his.
Unfortunately, she had little time to say anything. The tom, to her horrid amazement lunged at her. She could hear his hind claws scraping against the bark as he propelled himself forward and lunged at her, the razors aimed for her chest. It was partially the push and partially her bad turn that made her fall. His claws only touched her for a moment, piercing her white fur for a mere second before he was getting farther away. He seemed to be looking down at her, but then she realized that she was looking up at him. She was falling, the air whirring and screaming through her ears. She couldn't think clearly in the midst of the fall. All she knew was that this was increasing the distance between her and the hunter, and that the piece of prey that had been in her mouth was completely gone.
With a loud thud Truth's body hit the ground. She laid in a stunned, winded pain as her eyes stared up at the night sky in agony. The skies moved above her, laughing her pain, as orange fingertips of sunrise reached across the black canvas. The few stars remaining seemed to dance, mocking her. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. And she knew the tom would be after her. The apprentice-aged loner was also aware of another, younger she-cat nearby, but her body forced her to stay still.
It only took a few moments for her to regain the ability to move her body. Everything came back faster than it went out, and she felt an ache in her back. Leaping up as quickly as she could, her green eyes instinctively shuffled her body away from the apprentice, and alsocaught the body of the mouse sitting under the tree. Taking only a second to swipe it, as moving away from the apprentice pushed her closer to the mouse anyway, she clasped it around her jaws and took off. Her legs moved as quickly as she could, which wasn't very fast, and she feared that the black tom was hot on her heels. Turning around, her green eyes searched for the warrior who'd be running behind her. But that was her worst mistake yet. With her eyes occupied behind her, she didn't see the log laying across her path. Her forepaws caught under the fallen wood, and she went sprawling on the icy snow for the second time. The mouse that had been enclosed in her maw went flying in front of her, skidding on the flat, white land. She eyed it longingly, but she didn't bother getting up. Save the energy for the struggle, she thought, clever enough to realize that she was as good as caught now. He'd come, fight her, possibly drag her back to the camp by her tail. Then she'd need all the energy she could get.
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Post by small • claw on Mar 13, 2011 20:49:22 GMT -5
Blasted outsiders! Always thinking they can take hard earned meals - stealing from those capable of hunting for themselves! Who did this cat think she was? God? StarClan have mercy! His lips curled back into a snarl, another warning for the bandit. When he lunged for her, she leaned away, her claws scrabbling for a grip, but too late! Smallclaw watched as Truth slipped away from the pine, her body descending through the air until she hit the ground with a sickening thud.
There was a moment where Smallclaw was filled with what felt like pity, but why should he? This cat obviously had it coming for them if they seriously thought they were going to come into ShadowClan camp, and steal their food... She plucked it right from the freshkill pile, thinking she was going to get away without a fight!? No, he didn't feel nearly as much pity as he felt anger. Maybe he caught some of that prey himself! What about their Queens and their kits? What about Ravenpelt? The injured?
Cursing under his breath, he scrambled down the trunk with a hiss, and without delay, headed straight for Truth. "Are you dead?" He grunted, his emerald rays narrowed crossly, ears half flattened to his head; he prodded Truth's scrawny body with one muscular paw.
All the while, he was aware that Glenpaw was standing just nearby, her expression a mixture of pros and cons. "Don't bother feeling sympathy for this sorry scrap," he meowed, a chuckle to his intonation, "She came right into camp and stole prey, damn scavenger." He nudged the loner hard with another paw, an unnecessary action.
"Say, why don't you take that mouse back? It's over there somewhere." he flicked his tail to nearby brush. If she wondered what would happen to this... crook, well, that didn't matter. Maybe he would just dump her along the Thunderpath. For all he cared, he'd watch a monster run her over.
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Post by truth on Mar 14, 2011 13:29:29 GMT -5
.t.r.u.t.h. [/font][/center] Truth glared up into the evil eyes of the warrior, sensing his hatred instantly. She wanted to snap at him as he clawed at her like a dead rabbit. Her tabby fur buffeted in the wind, and her breathing seemed to sigh and heave just as the gusts did. She'd just been winded from falling out of a tree, lost her breath while sprinting away from the same tree, and then falling and getting winded again due to yet another tree. Though the second fall was, of course, not nearly as bad as the first, being back to back with the other two events was not helping her. Trees are not my friends tonight... she thought as she glared at the stump that had made her fall. She shakily got to her paws, standing in an awkward position before the black tom. He was about double her size. No one said being a loner at 9 moons was going to be easy....
Truth's green eyes began to search around for the other cat. That apprentice (or, she assumed it was an apprentice) seemed far kinder than this brute. Maybe she'd help. Yeah, or maybe she'll aid him in dragging you out into the street. It was certainly a possibility. "I'm sorry, warrior, I was just trying to get some food. Survival is pretty important, don't you think? In these conditions, there was absolutely no prey." Her tone was considerably softer than she'd liked it to be. Her eyes narrowed at him, but she decided to roll with it. Maybe he'll take pity on me and let me keep it....
What the hell are you thinking? she countered herself, eying him warily before looking back at the mouse. You're in no position to take risks! Don't go soft on these clan demons. The truth in her own thoughts engulfed her in hatred, and for a moment she felt as passionate as her mother. Her eyes glazed in remembrance as she recalled her mother hissing the last words that Truth ever heard from her. "I'm naming you Truth, for the luxury that your father never gave me." The she-cat's eyes has glazed with familiar feeling to the one that the loner was feeling now. Her father had cheated on her mother with a few cats, one of them a warrior. Even then they were bad, Truth thought as the memory left her. She recalled wanting to claw that she-warrior to pieces, if Truth ever found her. A similar temptation was coming over her now.
"A scavenger. eh?" Truth hissed, feeling an adrenaline one again pump through her veins. Her fur bristled as she spoke sharply. "A scavenger? You push me out of a damn tree, and you have the decency to call me a scavenger? What, is your clan so desperate that you can't risk losing two mice? I can't believe you'd be willing to shove me out of a tree, prod me with your filthy claw and then call me a scavenger, all for two mice! Those mice may be just some stupid pieces of prey to you, but to me they're the difference between life and death! Are you really going to deny a 9-moon old loner the right to live?" As she spoke, Truth was slowly inching her way over to the mouse. She was ready now, and if he made one lunge or threat, she'd leap at the mouse and dash away.
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Post by small • claw on Mar 14, 2011 16:05:11 GMT -5
The loner precariously rose to her paws, her tabby fur not so tidy anymore; even her body seemed awkwardly situated. Heh heh, well, after falling out of that tree, maybe she unscrewed a few nuts and bolts. Smallclaw squared himself in response, his broad, muscular shoulders leveling out, completely steamroll. If this foxdung tried anything, he was watching her, and as he told her before, he could sniff her out in a rainstorm. He didn't really care if she crossed another Clans border, he would pursue and if he was caught by an enemy patrol, well! He'd put that on his to do list!
I'm sorry, warrior, I was just trying to get some food. Survival is pretty important, don't you think? In these conditions, there was absolutely no prey. She mewled pitifully; what was she trying to do, pull some sympathy out of his currently incinerated heart? Starclan forbid. "Go thief off of ThunderClans territory, if you're so incompetent. You'll have better luck there, because we've got no mercy or free meals for you." He growled in his deep, powerful voice, his emerald moonstones smoldering underneath the shadow of his brow. Was she serious? She seemed quite lazy, if she couldn't find any prey, that or she was completely helpless.
Every Warrior hunted to find sufficient prey to feed the Clan, and it was no easy task. Sometimes Warriors or Apprentices went hungry for a couple days, because Queens, and elders always ate first. It was the Warrior code. This loner had no idea how important it was, and how every little stringy mouse mattered. In the least preyfilled territory, she could go elsewhere! More anger churned in his gut, and his ebony neck fur bristled, offended by her words and implications.
A scavenger. eh? The she-cat started sharply, her fur bristling too. Though, Smallclaw was quite confident he would have no problem taking her full on by himself. It was her funeral, he figured, and he'd flip her right over in her grave. He could tell she was still eying the second of the two mice she had stolen - and he blocked her path hastily with his entire body, looking down at her. Her words only fueled his fire.
A scavenger? You push me out of a damn tree, and you have the decency to call me a scavenger? What, is your clan so desperate that you can't risk losing two mice? I can't believe you'd be willing to shove me out of a tree, prod me with your filthy claw and then call me a scavenger, all for two mice! Those mice may be just some stupid pieces of prey to you, but to me they're the difference between life and death! Are you really going to deny a 9-moon old loner the right to live?
There was no time to react fairly, his ears flattened instantaneously, outraged by her ignorance. "I push you out of a tree to take back the mouse you stole! We Clans work hard, day and night to find enough prey to feed all of the hungry bellies in our camps, you worthless mongrel! But you wouldn't know two things about that demanding devotion, because you're a scavenger!" he rose his voice, drawing paces closer to her, "And you're wrong, those mice do mean life or death for us, especially in Leaf-bare. While you break into our home and steal our prey, kits younger than you are starving while their mothers milk runs dry! If they were really just stupid pieces of prey, I would have let your insignificant life have them without a fight - the Carrion place is just beyond these trees here, if you're as desperate as you say." He snarled, his claws unsheathing again, and his pelt fluffed up twice its size. Hooking the mouse, he flung it towards Glenpaw, hoping she'd listen to him and return to camp.
As for Truth... he felt the urge to rip her to shreds right now, caring not if she was a dull nine moons old; six moon old apprentices knew better than that! Maybe she had never learned to respect others, perhaps her family was just a straggling starving bunch. Oh well, no matter, it was time to teach her a lesson. He lunged for her again, more than ready to do a number on her small unseemly mass. Whatever plan she had in mind, she said all the wrong things.
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Post by ! G L E N P A W on Mar 14, 2011 19:34:53 GMT -5
Glenpaw watched in shock as the loner tumbled from her precarious position in the tree, her pelt scuffled and her eyes wide with fright. Smallclaw puffed out his chest and bared his shoulders, preparing for a fight that Glenpaw hoped would never come. It was a dangerous situation - to fight over a piece of freshkill? It was true that prey was scarce, but was it worth attacking another cat over? Eyeing Smallclaw's hostile stance, Glenpaw didn't doubt his intentions.
"And you're wrong, those mice do mean life or death for us, especially in Leaf-bare. While you break into our home and steal our prey, kits younger than you are starving while their mothers milk runs dry! If they were really just stupid pieces of prey, I would have let your insignificant life have them without a fight - the Carrion place is just beyond these trees here, if you're as desperate as you say." Smallclaw's husky voice was aggressive, dangerous. It said watch out, because I'm pissed off/. Come to think of it, he was always pissed off. It came with the package.
Fighting a sigh, the thrill of the chase already leaving her slender body, Glenpaw leaned in towards Smallclaw. "C'mon, it's not worth it - " she began, but without glancing in her direction, the midnight black warrior hooked a claw around the mouse and flung it at her, in all likelihood hoping that she'd just turn and trot back to camp like a good little apprentice. Well, fat chance.
"Excuse you," she muttered, a bit sulky now that she was freezing cold, in the middle of the territory, and starving, with a half-frozen mouse plopped next to her and a quite terrifying scene unfolding right before her slanted eyes. Smallclaw's fur was puffed so dangerously large that he resembled a porcupine, and his sharp ivory teeth glinted in the moonlight. He was going to attack, and it wasn't going to be pretty. But the loner was young, even around Glenpaw's age, and she couldn't help but feel that the situation could be better dealt with. After all, it was late, and everyone knew that Smallclaw was just going slight bonkers. Maybe if they just brought the loner back to camp and let Hawkstar deal with her -
"Smallclaw - " she began, and again was cut short, as the muscular warrior propelled himself towards the smaller, more fragile loner, and Glenpaw winced, sympathizing with the she-cat, anticipating the crunch of bones and the blood-curdling shriek that would surely follow.
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Post by truth on Mar 14, 2011 19:57:39 GMT -5
.t.r.u.t.h. [/font][/center] Truth stared in an amazed fury as the tom countered her words. They made small sense, about how the clan came first. The clan, the clan, the clan... Truth's mind nagged, picking a part every word and trying to make sense of it. It simply didn't work. The clan? So what about the clan? Unity?[/i Who cared about that! All Truth wanted was surrvival. She had simply snagged two mice on a still very large pile, and they were making a huge deal about it! While she had no food, they had tons, and it didn't seem like it should take that much to feed a clan. And besides, they had tons of cats to go out and get their food, tons of bodies to fuel them. Truth only had one, and it hadn't been working well recently. What was wrong in wanting to live?
The loner's astomishment turned into amusement as she looked at the apprentice. The other she-cat was very defiant in this dire moment for her clan, and she seemed to be testing the warrior, in a way. Thank you, Truth sent her a greatful look. At least someone cares. I feel all alone here."Ha, looks like your apprentice isn't so fond of you either, warrior!" Truth laughed, taunting him. Though Glenpaw seemed more neutral than on Truth's side, it was far better than being on his.
At the thought of him, Truth turned back to see his eyes shimmering furiously. She'd made some powerful enemies today. And this tom was willing to kill over a mouse. She saw the lunge coming before it happened, but she was too stunned to move. The pair of claws raked through the air, practically itching to claw her flank. Truth did have the decency, though, to shield her face from the razors. She tucked her head behind her, her chest and body the first to feel the impact.
And what an impact it was. She heard a quick shriek of pain, probably her own, as warm red blood gushed out of her side. Looking over, she saw patches of scarlet leak out of her into the snow. Her white chest was red, and the black tom was upon her. Squirming out of his grasp, she headed back toward the apprentice, though not far before she tripped over her paws again. A desperate look flashed in her emerald eyes toward Glenpaw before she winced in anticipation of another blow.
((Sorry it's sort of short, I was low on muse and in a hurrty))
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Post by ! G L E N P A W on Mar 14, 2011 20:12:56 GMT -5
Glenpaw felt the loner's eyes on her, and with a burning gaze she turned her own blue green eyes on the shaking she-cat, who in turn sent her a grateful look. Um, what? "Ha, looks like your apprentice isn't so fond of you either, warrior!" The loner taunted, mocking Smallclaw in a way that hardly seemed suitable for the situation. And did she just call Glenpaw his apprentice?
"I'm not his anything." Glenpaw hissed at her, golden tabby pelt bristling and her claws digging into the snowy ground. She winced as the sharp cold pierced her sensitive pads and made her eyes water. "My mentor is the leader of ShadowClan, and you'd better pray to StarClan that you never meet him." But as the words left her mouth, Smallclaw made impact with the small she-cat's body, and then everything went wrong.
There was a scream, a quick, painless scream that somehow went right through Glenpaw, making her gasp in surprise. Surely he hadn't hit her that hard? He knew how to fight, he was one of the best in the Clan. He knew his limitations. Or did he? Was he completely driven by loyalty to his Clan? Or was there something else there, something that had never come out to play until now? Shaking her head to clear those dangerous thoughts from her mind, the tabby apprentice forced her eyes open.
There was blood on the snow, fresh, scarlet blood. Where had it come from? Smallclaw had only knocked her over! There wasn't supposed to be blood! And the look in her eyes, one of pleading, one of sadness, that made Glenpaw look away in shame. She couldn't. She wasn't allowed to. This loner had stolen from the Clan, her Clan, and that wasn't right. She had to learn a lesson. It just didn't have to be so hard.
"Smallclaw, stop, please," Glenpaw managed, her normally sweet voice choked with confusion. "This is stupid. We should get Hawkstar." I should get Hawkstar. Her mind raced. But no way was she leaving an enraged Smallclaw alone with the loner. Who knew what she'd find when she got back.
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Post by small • claw on Mar 14, 2011 21:08:41 GMT -5
A part of his mind told him he was slightly going overboard; it sent him signals, holding him back with paced, concerned words. It mentioned the age of the loner, and that, if she was really starving, perhaps her actions were forgivable. Then there was an angry, hungry rage that started from his gut and rushed through his limbs, filling his veins with steaming blood that pumped as hot as molten lava. Why should he feel any remorse for this useless scrap? She stole prey. It wasn't just prey, it was their life source, anyone with common sense would know that.
However, this loner just wasn't making the scorecard. She just wasn't absorbing what he was saying, and if she was, she acknowledged very little. No matter Glenpaw's words, the muscular warrior was determined to teach this kit a lesson; maybe then she would think a little deeper than a shallow crease before trespassing onto ShadowClan turf - much less, their camp! He both heard and felt his claws meet Truth's flesh, and blood oozed around the cut like roots from cracks in concrete. It stained his paws, and dribbled over the patchy snow as she wobbled back and forth, ultimately darting to Glenpaw for security. Of course she did, because Glenpaw was expressing sympathy.
Great. That was going to make the loner understand.
Smallclaw, stop, please, Glenpaw pleaded, her voice strangled, uneasy to cough up the words; why? Was she surprised? Had Hawkstar never told her how to handle intruders? His brow narrowed, but he found his thoughts drifting away - miraculously - from this situation. Ravenpelt would have probably handled it with a little more sprite. She always knew what to do. Maybe he was just trying to keep his Clan safe, to make up for the mistakes he had made recently... his fur began to ease, lying flat, smoothing out over his thick, burly mass. This is stupid. We should get Hawkstar.
Though, he found it almost humorous that Glenpaw thought already she held more command than Smallclaw did. Her mentor was Clan leader, so what? Hawkstar was revered and respected among the forest, or rather, of those who valued Clan life, he shot Truth a smoldering glare, almost a warning, telling her he would be back for round two if she made one wrong move, but having him train her didn't set her above the rest of them. Heh, Smallclaw had become a warrior even before she was born, so she better know her place. He didn't have patience for bossy apprentices, or bossy anything for that matter.
And, in his thingyiness, he decided to be saucy with the apprentice, dipping his head towards camp, almost in agreement with her suggestion, although, he admitted to nothing. "The warrior code states we drive off intruders, and thieves," he hissed, his course voice matter-of-factly, "Not show them kindness and consideration." He didn't think, after all, that Howlingheart or Whitewhisker would be pleased to hear that what could have been their kits meals had been stolen by a selfish rogue. Oh right, loner. Hard to believe.
What about the injured? It wasn't like they could hunt for themselves with poultices and leaves stuck to their pelts. "I'll be the one explaining this to Hawkstar, you got that chief?" Emphasis on both 'I'll' and 'chief', indicating Glenpaw's place was below him, as Clan life states. Warriors deserve respect. And then he started for the brambles once he had the mouse in his jaws, and confident the two she-cats were behind him.
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Post by truth on Mar 15, 2011 19:38:41 GMT -5
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Truth stared into the eyes of the warrior as menacingly as she could, glaring at him with a loathing malice. Her heart stirred in anger, and she was so tempted to lunge at him. Learn from your mistakes... she thought, glancing down at her chest. The blood was drying now, and she bent down to carefully lick up the extra stains. Her tongue tasted bitter, but her stomach growled when she swallowed. She glared down at it in defiance as well. It was her stomach's fault she was here. Don't be absurd! You're trying to live! And what a fatal cost it was, to live. What a dangerous, fatal, and horrible cost.
For the first time, Truth got a good look of the apprentice. The loner sat up straighter, far more calm now, and sized up the clan cat. Strong, young. But Truth figured that she was stronger than Glenpaw. You're the one fighting for yourself every day, while she's laying around and learning battle moves. You have to teach yourself, while she has others teach her. You have a reason for being stronger. The loner's gaze turned to an amused look as her body began to calm. Don't push it, she thought, shifting her gaze to the scarlet snow. Glenpaw was, after all, the only one who'd stand up to Truth in this situation. Cheshire cat over there would certainly not void for Truth. He'd attacked her, for God's sake! And, though she was a usually a pillar of anger and hatred, and she was so tempted to lunge at the tom, she was not that mouse-brained. In this situation, her words were her only defense.
"Oooh, Hawkstar, I'm so scared..." she muttered in a hoarse voice, just soft enough for them to barely hear her. She winced, as if already anticipating an attack, and took a scuffle away from Smallclaw. Just in case. Her gaze darted over to the mouse, which was now lying close to the brambles. "The warrior code states we drive off intruders, and thieves," Truth hissed at the tom's words, but they were true. She silenced her hissing abruptly and smiled. Truth the thief. I like that title. Her grin made its way to Smallclaw's eyes before broadening, and finally flourishing into an all-out laugh. "Truth the thief..." she said, finishing off her chuckle with a sigh. "That's not a bad title, actually. Thank you, warrior, for your generous help. I am a thief." The satisfaction in the loner's face was hard to miss as her smile formed back into a content stare. It was not that she had lost her sanity, but rather found it. The single word sent her world back into perspective, and she began to wonder what she was even doing here. Loners and clan cats don't mix...
The brawny warrior grabbed the mouse and stalked out, probably expecting Truth and Glenpaw to follow. The tabby loner couldn't help but twitch her whiskers in amusement as the intense atmosphere between the tom and the apprentice still lingered in the atmosphere. Now they're taking me to their leader... It was a thought that sent faint shivers through Truth, and she immediately debated running away. No, he'd surely catch you. You may as well get this over with... She shrugged to herself, deciding to be difficult. What fun it'd be, as long as no more blood spilled from her pelt. So she dragged herself in front of the apprentice, taking a quick look over her shoulder before trudging on.
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Post by C!NDERDUST on Mar 19, 2011 17:11:23 GMT -5
Are we moving this to camp?
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