SkyClan Territory

[judas]

"O-Oh all right!" He scrambled over towards the tree Littlewing had motioned to. He unsheathed his claws and scraped away a few more bits of moss for her nest. "U-um, can I ask a question?" He asked-- even though that technically was a question. He shuffled his paws a little.
Littlewing looked over, flicking her tail. "Yeah?" She mewed, waving her tail. Littlewing grabbed another paw full of moss before putting it in a pile.
(Short, Sorry ^^;)

[RAT KING]

Littlewing looked over, flicking her tail. "Yeah?" She mewed, waving her tail. Littlewing grabbed another paw full of moss before putting it in a pile.
(Short, Sorry ^^;)

He looked down at his paws, shuffling them. "W-Well, y-you said t-that your m-mate d-didn't w-want to h-help w-with your k-kittens," he used 'kittens' oddly enough, through his stutters. He always had used the word kittens rather than kits, except when saying a name. "B-But w-where i-is he? Y-You n-never really s-said anything s-specific," he sputtered. His tail began to bristle with nervousness. "S-Sorry for b-being so...U-Upfront." He hadn't stopped shuffling his paws yet.

[judas]

He looked down at his paws, shuffling them. "W-Well, y-you said t-that your m-mate d-didn't w-want to h-help w-with your k-kittens," he used 'kittens' oddly enough, through his stutters. He always had used the word kittens rather than kits, except when saying a name. "B-But w-where i-is he? Y-You n-never really s-said anything s-specific," he sputtered. His tail began to bristle with nervousness. "S-Sorry for b-being so...U-Upfront." He hadn't stopped shuffling his paws yet.
"Well," Littlewing started, flinging another paw full of moss at the pile.
"He's in Riverclan." She mewed. "But his brother is here," Littlewing finished.
The queen balled up the pile, adding more with a scrape of her claws. Her fur ruffled as the wind blue by. The Siberian flicked her ears, swiping a paw over her ears.

[Splash]

At her sudden inability to speak, Blazingcomet's hues widened. What was going on? Why was she acting like it was harder for her to talk now? Was she okay? Nervous, the ginger tom shifted his weight. She cats could be moody. Hopefully Drizzleshard wouldn't get too moody. He could still remember the look on Gingerblossom's face, the sudden breakdown... whatever had happened there, he didn't want to go through it again. Her question caught him off guard. That had happened a lot lately; am I losing my game? Blazingcomet thought. He'd always been able to do things perfectly. Losing his game wasn't possible. Oh no. The ginger tom was absolutely sure that he was just fine, right? He was doing perfectly fine. "You're the first." Blazingcomet mewed, in his special, smooth, sugary-sweet purr. It was demeaning, to be honest. He'd found with a couple it made them feel like they were stupid. But hopefully the grey feline wouldn't pick up on that too much. And the fact that it was a lie wouldn't help him whatsoever... she cats normally liked honesty.
Drizzleshard felt a spark of warmth grow inside her at Blazingcomet's surprise, though she thought it was directed towards her apology, not her sudden mood change. She was about to respond- I'm not all heartless!- when Blazingcomet responded. His words, an obvious lie, echoed in her head. He's just flirting, telling me what he thinks I want to hear. I want to hear the truth, not a lie! she thought, almost pitying the orange tom. He couldn't have made it more obvious, especially with his tone. "Well. It's very pretty. Thanks for showing me. Now, if you don't mind, I... just have to leave," the mottled feline said, unable to find an excuse. A small growl grew in her throat, but not loud enough for Blazingcomet to hear. "You just stay here, okay? No need to follow me," she finished, having already turned around. Her face screwed up in emotional pain, she fled down the hill, and raced through the territory, though not to camp, but to a small break in the trees by a small, bubbling stream. Once there, Drizzleshard sat in a small dip in the ground where she had obviously been before. She had probably made the dip. The gray-and-silver she-cat whispered to herself quietly, gazing up at the darkening sky.

[RedHead]

The ginger tom had darted after her into the territory, and was now following her close behind, trying to catch up so that they would be going at the same pace. His expression was determined, hues focused straight ahead. Foxpaw still had some of his kit-fluff; it didn't help him when he was bragging about his good looks, since it gave him more of that sweet and innocent appearance. And yes, he was a handsome cat-- or at least, he would be once he grew up more. At times his fur wasn't even groomed completely, giving him even more of that 'irresponsible kit' look rather then a seven, almost eight moon old apprentice. Unfortunately for him. "So... when we get there, is it gonna be an 'on your mark, get set, go' kind of thing or just GO kind of thing?" Foxpaw asked, darting up so he was next to the pretty apprentice. Maybe she wasn't too much older then him.
　
Maybe it was time to get to know her better! Questions might be nice, like a getting to know you game... the tom thought about that for a moment before he grinned wider, glancing over at the she cat beside him. They could be friends! Best friends! Foxpaw needed more friends, honestly... something else he didn't like to admit. And he certainly didn't like to admit the fact that he wasn't as good of a flirt as he thought he was. The tom's expression changed slightly as he glanced around at the territory for a moment. "So, when do you become a warrior?" He asked. The tom himself wasn't going to be one for quite some time. Honestly, quite a bit of time. But, he was confident that he was going to speed through training and become a warrior super quickly. Then, he would be the most talented warrior of all. Right? Right. That was Foxpaw's outlook on pretty much the whole world.
　
If something existed, he could excel in it. Like this obstacle course. He was going to beat the she cat, and impress her at the same time. I'm super good at that. Super duper good. But what if you aren't? What if you fail and fall on your fluffy little face? Oh wait-- your baby fluff will protect you, don't worry, Squeakaroo. That stupid nickname. Now all this was in Foxpaw's head... and self-doubt was beginning to creep closer and closer to his confidence.
@RedHead (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=40)

Redpaw had her hazel eyes focused on the surrounding area, and at Foxpaw's question, she flicked her ears and responded. "I think we'll need to get ready before we GO, so it'll be more, 'let's explain the rules then ready set go' when we get there." Her attention was still focused on scanning the trees around them, making sure they were going the right way. But she looked at Foxpaw for a moment and smirked, flicking him with her tail. "I hope you're a patient cat Foxpaw, explaining is going to take some time."

As they continued on, Redpaw was slightly surprised at his question. She didn't really want to say her age, because she was so much older than she looked. She had that "young" look to her, and as an added bonus, she was super short. Not munchkin short, just short for a cat her age. "Oh.... I become a warrior in... About a moon." Redpaw meowed casually, ducking underneath a fern frond hanging over the path the two apprentices were on. She smiled a little, but you could see a hint of annoyance in her eyes. She then looked over her shoulder at Foxpaw. "If you needed an exact age, yes, I'm eleven moons. Deal with it." Her age and looks comparison was always a touchy subject to Redpaw, and she's didn't like to talk about it much. "And you, i'd have to guess ten to eleven moons?" She meowed, looking Foxpaw over. She then realized he still had some kit fluff, and her ears dropped slightly in embarrassment, but she didn't say anything. She simply focused her gaze ahead once more, continuing through the forest.

[lone]

Drizzleshard felt a spark of warmth grow inside her at Blazingcomet's surprise, though she thought it was directed towards her apology, not her sudden mood change. She was about to respond- I'm not all heartless!- when Blazingcomet responded. His words, an obvious lie, echoed in her head. He's just flirting, telling me what he thinks I want to hear. I want to hear the truth, not a lie! she thought, almost pitying the orange tom. He couldn't have made it more obvious, especially with his tone. "Well. It's very pretty. Thanks for showing me. Now, if you don't mind, I... just have to leave," the mottled feline said, unable to find an excuse. A small growl grew in her throat, but not loud enough for Blazingcomet to hear. "You just stay here, okay? No need to follow me," she finished, having already turned around. Her face screwed up in emotional pain, she fled down the hill, and raced through the territory, though not to camp, but to a small break in the trees by a small, bubbling stream. Once there, Drizzleshard sat in a small dip in the ground where she had obviously been before. She had probably made the dip. The gray-and-silver she-cat whispered to herself quietly, gazing up at the darkening sky.
What had he done wrong? What possibly could have gone wrong that Drizzleshard would run off like that? Every line had gone smoothly, every word rumbling like honey in his throat, every syllable perfectly announciated so that she would hear everything he wanted her to. So that he would have her under his paw, wanting to get away, but always coming back for more. So then, why was she running away? Blazingcomet knew the effects of his flirting too well already... they had always worked like a charm. Except for once. Now, he was seeing them once more, something that could never be reversed. It's for the best. Never would have worked out. The tom thought with a shrug. A test. Had it been a test? Or something serious? Had it been all in good fun, or had he really wanted her to... to flirt back, to challenge him, to give him something he would remember? She gave me something to remember, all right. Blazingcomet grimaced at the movement. And, completely against her wishes, he did follow her. Down the hill and racing after her in that direction, his paws slapping against the ground with echoing sounds, until he saw a familiar grey and silver pelt. "It's not polite to run off in the middle of a date," He chuckled. Her facial expression had screwed itself up into an almost emotionally agonized one, though Blazingcomet was unsure whether the damage had been caused by him or not.

[rubinaito]

Her blazing green eyes were sharp, and the stench of the Dusk Syndicate surrounded her. Her claws clicked on stone as she stood right before the camp entrance, her black fur rippling in the wind. However, she wasn't looking for a fight- she was looking for her brother. "Will somebody please help me?" She huffed, loud enough hopefully that someone would hear her.

[Splash]

What had he done wrong? What possibly could have gone wrong that Drizzleshard would run off like that? Every line had gone smoothly, every word rumbling like honey in his throat, every syllable perfectly announciated so that she would hear everything he wanted her to. So that he would have her under his paw, wanting to get away, but always coming back for more. So then, why was she running away? Blazingcomet knew the effects of his flirting too well already... they had always worked like a charm. Except for once. Now, he was seeing them once more, something that could never be reversed. It's for the best. Never would have worked out. The tom thought with a shrug. A test. Had it been a test? Or something serious? Had it been all in good fun, or had he really wanted her to... to flirt back, to challenge him, to give him something he would remember? She gave me something to remember, all right. Blazingcomet grimaced at the movement. And, completely against her wishes, he did follow her. Down the hill and racing after her in that direction, his paws slapping against the ground with echoing sounds, until he saw a familiar grey and silver pelt. "It's not polite to run off in the middle of a date," He chuckled. Her facial expression had screwed itself up into an almost emotionally agonized one, though Blazingcomet was unsure whether the damage had been caused by him or not.
"Oh. So that's what it was? A... date? Or just a... competition?" the mottled she-cat whispered, facing away from... well, she wasn't sure what to call Blazingcomet. A flirt, yes; but what else? A rival? A comrade? Drizzleshard was never this unsure of her feelings. What was wrong? It definetly didn't help, the location. This was where her... her closest friend had been burried. Well.. he had been more than a friend really. Her mate. Drizzleshard closed her eyes, pained. She didn't say anything else, though- honestly, she had forgotten that Blazingcomet was there. She was too lost in memories: of his soft, tan fur, always stuck up in some spot; of his soft, friendly voice; how he had kept her occassional recklessness. She had been so lost without him... that's why she was a flirt. She had made the... misguided... assumption that he could be replaced.

[Brilliance]

Raziel laid low to the ground, his hues trying to stay focused on the prey that laid ahead of him. However, his thoughts were lost, and he couldn't focus on the food ahead of him. When he was a kittypet, those moons ago, they seemed so long ago, especially now an older cat, much more experienced, and accepted by his clan mates. Though he could never quite understand their ways sometimes. Like their names. Such weird names these cats had. The tom himself, chose to keep the name which was given to him. Raziel. Named after some late kinsfolk, and gifted to an elderly wife. It was ashamed that her present escaped, but Raziel knew since he was a kit that he belonged out here. In the wild.

Yet, he could never find himself making the right moves. Constantly, he allowed his mind to run over. Therefore, losing potential prey for the clan. As the mouse scurried away, Raziel growled, but got up; defeated. It wasn't the first prey he lost, and he was certain that it wouldn't be the last.

Robinstorm casually walked through the territory, padding his way as he felt the greenlands under his paws in a comfy manner. The way the earth's dirt matched his paws. Robinstorm liked to take walks. Especially if it were with his brother. He flicked his tail, and looked behind him just to make sure Hawkstorm was there. "Just checking on you." The tom replied, snickering as he matched in pace with his brother.
Quite honestly, Robinstorm was glad that Hawkstorm suggested they got out for a walk. Who wouldn't love a walk on a nice day like this? Not too scorching hot, but it was there, and the way the sun gleamed down on them? It seemed like everything was perfect.
Suddenly, the dark brown tom's nose scrunched. He could smell the live animals--the live prey around him. Robinstorm didn't like to eat much meat. In fact, the only meat he ate was fish. Some of the cats found it weird, yet surprising that he survived this long without eating meat. Unknown to them, Robinstorm would travel far until he found a nice lake, and he would fish until his stomach was satisfied. If that wasn't it, he was welcoming to the green leaves.
In the distance the tom could make a familiar figure. A familiar shape, and his eyes flicked towards Hawkstorm. "Hey," he mewed, "Isnt that Raziel over there?"

{ Random Melody }

[Random Melody]

Raziel laid low to the ground, his hues trying to stay focused on the prey that laid ahead of him. However, his thoughts were lost, and he couldn't focus on the food ahead of him. When he was a kittypet, those moons ago, they seemed so long ago, especially now an older cat, much more experienced, and accepted by his clan mates. Though he could never quite understand their ways sometimes. Like their names. Such weird names these cats had. The tom himself, chose to keep the name which was given to him. Raziel. Named after some late kinsfolk, and gifted to an elderly wife. It was ashamed that her present escaped, but Raziel knew since he was a kit that he belonged out here. In the wild.

Yet, he could never find himself making the right moves. Constantly, he allowed his mind to run over. Therefore, losing potential prey for the clan. As the mouse scurried away, Raziel growled, but got up; defeated. It wasn't the first prey he lost, and he was certain that it wouldn't be the last.

Robinstorm casually walked through the territory, padding his way as he felt the greenlands under his paws in a comfy manner. The way the earth's dirt matched his paws. Robinstorm liked to take walks. Especially if it were with his brother. He flicked his tail, and looked behind him just to make sure Hawkstorm was there. "Just checking on you." The tom replied, snickering as he matched in pace with his brother.
Quite honestly, Robinstorm was glad that Hawkstorm suggested they got out for a walk. Who wouldn't love a walk on a nice day like this? Not too scorching hot, but it was there, and the way the sun gleamed down on them? It seemed like everything was perfect.
Suddenly, the dark brown tom's nose scrunched. He could smell the live animals--the live prey around him. Robinstorm didn't like to eat much meat. In fact, the only meat he ate was fish. Some of the cats found it weird, yet surprising that he survived this long without eating meat. Unknown to them, Robinstorm would travel far until he found a nice lake, and he would fish until his stomach was satisfied. If that wasn't it, he was welcoming to the green leaves.
In the distance the tom could make a familiar figure. A familiar shape, and his eyes flicked towards Hawkstorm. "Hey," he mewed, "Isnt that Raziel over there?"

{ Random Melody }

"I dont need checking on." Hawkstorm retorted, allowing a soft laugh to escape his lips. His brother honestly amused him at times. Did he really think Hawk needed someone to check on him? Though, he couldnt help but feel warmed. His brother cared about him, and while he would never, ever, ever, say it out loud - Cause that would be totally uncool of course - He cared about Robinstorm just as much, if not more.

He watched his brother's nose wrinkle in distaste from the smell of the animals around, but Hawkstorm found his mouth watering faintly. How his brother couldnt stand to eat meat, was beyond him. He didnt think he could live without it. Mostly because he couldnt stand eating the...Rabbit food that his brother did. Just thinking about it, Hawkstorm allowed a small scoff to escape him.

His attention was directed toward Robinstorm once more, as he spoke a very familiar name. Immediately, Hawkstorm's ears seemed to pick up, almost eagerly. Then he composed himself, rolling his shoulders as he glanced over toward where his friend's scent was coming from. His heart almost skipped a beat. Almost. Hawkstorm shook his head, pushing down his feelings, pushing down his thoughts, like he always did. His voice was calm when he called out. "Hey, Razz!"

[lone]

Redpaw had her hazel eyes focused on the surrounding area, and at Foxpaw's question, she flicked her ears and responded. "I think we'll need to get ready before we GO, so it'll be more, 'let's explain the rules then ready set go' when we get there." Her attention was still focused on scanning the trees around them, making sure they were going the right way. But she looked at Foxpaw for a moment and smirked, flicking him with her tail. "I hope you're a patient cat Foxpaw, explaining is going to take some time."


As they continued on, Redpaw was slightly surprised at his question. She didn't really want to say her age, because she was so much older than she looked. She had that "young" look to her, and as an added bonus, she was super short. Not munchkin short, just short for a cat her age. "Oh.... I become a warrior in... About a moon." Redpaw meowed casually, ducking underneath a fern frond hanging over the path the two apprentices were on. She smiled a little, but you could see a hint of annoyance in her eyes. She then looked over her shoulder at Foxpaw. "If you needed an exact age, yes, I'm eleven moons. Deal with it." Her age and looks comparison was always a touchy subject to Redpaw, and she's didn't like to talk about it much. "And you, i'd have to guess ten to eleven moons?" She meowed, looking Foxpaw over. She then realized he still had some kit fluff, and her ears dropped slightly in embarrassment, but she didn't say anything. She simply focused her gaze ahead once more, continuing through the forest.

"Did you just insult me on my intelligence?" Foxpaw asked, offended for a moment before he stopped and laughed. "Because, you were probably right. Keeping up these good looks takes time, sweetheart-- time that I could be using to improve my mind, but I choose to keep the she cats loving it." His eyes flashed with amusement as he grinned at the feline in front of him. She was pretty... of course, Foxpaw wouldn't waste his time on a cat that wasn't. And besides, she would soon be all his. No way the she cat could keep up the 'uninterested' act for very long, right? Of course not. Foxpaw was the best of the best. The most handsome of the handsome. Therefore, he deserved... well, according to himself, everything. Slow down, buddy. You know she won't like a cat who can use his whole vocabulary in a paragraph. At least it wasn't a sentence. Still... ouch, Foxpaw thought with a wince.
　
It seemed even his own mind was against him. Which, battling that was no small task. "Eleven moons old? Really? Wow, beautiful, you're gonna have everyone eyeing you... but you belong to me, okay? Okay. Glad we got that settled." He purred, his expression friendly and bright. Good. Now Foxpaw was doing better. He was doing great, as a matter of fact. He was perfect. He was a genius. He was amazing. Foxpaw could practically hear cats chanting his name. But, her guess of his own age made his ears go back as well. Ten to eleven moons was nice, actually, but he'd had so many cats call him a kit because of all the extra kit fluff that he still had... it was uncomfortable. Not to mention he didn't like having his age guessed like that. "Um, uh... eight, actually. Eight moons. Not older." His tone, for the first time, didn't show any sign of flirtatious exploits. It was colder, though there was the slightest touch of insecurity beneath the surface.

[RAT KING]

"Well," Littlewing started, flinging another paw full of moss at the pile.
"He's in Riverclan." She mewed. "But his brother is here," Littlewing finished.
The queen balled up the pile, adding more with a scrape of her claws. Her fur ruffled as the wind blue by. The Siberian flicked her ears, swiping a paw over her ears.
(I never saw a notification for this I apologize for the wait! ;^^ )
"O-Oh," the Turkish Angora breathed. He didn't know what to say, but assumed she would be grievous about loosing someone who was both a loved one and the father of her kittens. "I-I hope y-y-you find s-someone to h-help y-you w-with your k-k-kittens. I c-couldn't imagine t-trying to raise a b-bunch of f-furballs all a-a-alone," he stated, his voice as soft as his fluffy fur looked. He started to ball up the moss he had collected for her nest, snagging it up in his jaws and it hung limply there for a moment.

[lone]

"Oh. So that's what it was? A... date? Or just a... competition?" the mottled she-cat whispered, facing away from... well, she wasn't sure what to call Blazingcomet. A flirt, yes; but what else? A rival? A comrade? Drizzleshard was never this unsure of her feelings. What was wrong? It definetly didn't help, the location. This was where her... her closest friend had been burried. Well.. he had been more than a friend really. Her mate. Drizzleshard closed her eyes, pained. She didn't say anything else, though- honestly, she had forgotten that Blazingcomet was there. She was too lost in memories: of his soft, tan fur, always stuck up in some spot; of his soft, friendly voice; how he had kept her occassional recklessness. She had been so lost without him... that's why she was a flirt. She had made the... misguided... assumption that he could be replaced.
Why was her voice so low? Again, the orange tom wondered where he had gone wrong. Everything had been going great during their little 'date' and Blazingcomet had thought she was enjoying it as much as he was. Now she seemed all depressed and... worried, or something like that. "Oh come on, Drizzleshard. Of course it was a date! You don't seriously think I would take 'just friends' up there, do you?" He asked with another chuckle. A flicker of annoyance at his inability to win her over came over his expression, but disappeared just as quickly. Of course he would win her over. It wasn't that hard. And besides, he was an amazing flirt! Confidence radiated off of him all the time. All Drizzleshard had to do was realize her feelings for him and confess, and Blazingcomet would welcome her with more then open paws. And then they would date for a while, and then he'd get rid of her. Of course, challenges were always well-accepted. Just as long as he did win in the end. And, just as long as she would eventually admit that he had won. That part was especially key.

[RedHead]

"Did you just insult me on my intelligence?" Foxpaw asked, offended for a moment before he stopped and laughed. "Because, you were probably right. Keeping up these good looks takes time, sweetheart-- time that I could be using to improve my mind, but I choose to keep the she cats loving it." His eyes flashed with amusement as he grinned at the feline in front of him. She was pretty... of course, Foxpaw wouldn't waste his time on a cat that wasn't. And besides, she would soon be all his. No way the she cat could keep up the 'uninterested' act for very long, right? Of course not. Foxpaw was the best of the best. The most handsome of the handsome. Therefore, he deserved... well, according to himself, everything. Slow down, buddy. You know she won't like a cat who can use his whole vocabulary in a paragraph. At least it wasn't a sentence. Still... ouch, Foxpaw thought with a wince.
　
It seemed even his own mind was against him. Which, battling that was no small task. "Eleven moons old? Really? Wow, beautiful, you're gonna have everyone eyeing you... but you belong to me, okay? Okay. Glad we got that settled." He purred, his expression friendly and bright. Good. Now Foxpaw was doing better. He was doing great, as a matter of fact. He was perfect. He was a genius. He was amazing. Foxpaw could practically hear cats chanting his name. But, her guess of his own age made his ears go back as well. Ten to eleven moons was nice, actually, but he'd had so many cats call him a kit because of all the extra kit fluff that he still had... it was uncomfortable. Not to mention he didn't like having his age guessed like that. "Um, uh... eight, actually. Eight moons. Not older." His tone, for the first time, didn't show any sign of flirtatious exploits. It was colder, though there was the slightest touch of insecurity beneath the surface.

Oh bother... Redpaw rolled her eyes, but she was genuinely anused by Foxpaw's flirtatious attempts. It made her laugh, and that was something that Redpaw needed. With her mother gone, Redpaw had been finding it more and more difficult to find the happy things in life again. She was a hard-core mamma's girl, and she missed Mapleleaf dearly. "Oh do you now? Well, just to let you know, ginger cats happen to be among the most beautiful and handsome of all cats, so don't be trying too hard, okay?." She purred, flicking him in the shoulder with her tail as they continued to pad through the forest, trees looming above their heads. Redpaw herself had a ginger coat, well at least somewhat of one. Her belly, chest abs legs were black, and her ears were white. She also had some white markings on her face. Abs then of course was Redpaw's tail, the one thing she bragged about. It was super fluffy and long, with beautiful light and dark ginger stripes. "Save some of that time for learning, or your intelligence may get insulted more than once." The ginger molly meowed playfully, casting Foxpaw a sideways look.

At his next words, Redpaw's eyes opened wide. Belong to him? Woah there buddy... Redpaw found it amusing though. And kind of cute, the fact that he was already "claiming" her. "Alright Foxpaw, I may be yours, but I can do what I want to do still, so don't get jealous okay?" Redpaw told her companion, giving him a smirk, her hazel eyes sparkling with laughter. Redpaw could tell he got a little distant when he said his age, and she immediately felt bad. "Hey, you act a whole lot older than eight moons. So at least that shows you're mature. But cute at the same time." Redpaw winked, then stopped. "Here we are!" She announced, waving her tail around thier surroundings. They were in a glade, and there was a large batch of trees surrounding them, with a river just inside the tree line. The glade was clear, and full of grass that was soft underpaw. "So this is where our obstacle race will take place!"

[lone]

Oh bother... Redpaw rolled her eyes, but she was genuinely anused by Foxpaw's flirtatious attempts. It made her laugh, and that was something that Redpaw needed. With her mother gone, Redpaw had been finding it more and more difficult to find the happy things in life again. She was a hard-core mamma's girl, and she missed Mapleleaf dearly. "Oh do you now? Well, just to let you know, ginger cats happen to be among the most beautiful and handsome of all cats, so don't be trying too hard, okay?." She purred, flicking him in the shoulder with her tail as they continued to pad through the forest, trees looming above their heads. Redpaw herself had a ginger coat, well at least somewhat of one. Her belly, chest abs legs were black, and her ears were white. She also had some white markings on her face. Abs then of course was Redpaw's tail, the one thing she bragged about. It was super fluffy and long, with beautiful light and dark ginger stripes. "Save some of that time for learning, or your intelligence may get insulted more than once." The ginger molly meowed playfully, casting Foxpaw a sideways look.


At his next words, Redpaw's eyes opened wide. Belong to him? Woah there buddy... Redpaw found it amusing though. And kind of cute, the fact that he was already "claiming" her. "Alright Foxpaw, I may be yours, but I can do what I want to do still, so don't get jealous okay?" Redpaw told her companion, giving him a smirk, her hazel eyes sparkling with laughter. Redpaw could tell he got a little distant when he said his age, and she immediately felt bad. "Hey, you act a whole lot older than eight moons. So at least that shows you're mature. But cute at the same time." Redpaw winked, then stopped. "Here we are!" She announced, waving her tail around thier surroundings. They were in a glade, and there was a large batch of trees surrounding them, with a river just inside the tree line. The glade was clear, and full of grass that was soft underpaw. "So this is where our obstacle race will take place!"

Whoa. I'm not sure if she's joking or being serious, but I love what she's saying... guess I should listen to her. The tom's ears picked up as he listened, emerald hues flashing with interest and excitement. This was perfect. This was what he liked to hear. Cats telling him that he was amazing and perfect and everything cool... even though she hadn't said that, he was choosing to have it implied. "Really? You actually think that?" He mewed, his voice rising in it's strange way which had given him his nickname: Squeakaroo. Not that Foxpaw liked the name, but he had grown up with it. By now? It was a part of who he was. Glancing over Redpaw, he realized that she had different markings. The first thing he had noticed was her tail... it was so unique, it could be hard not to stare at. And then there were the black markings, and her white ones, but a ginger base pelt that gave her a unique appearance.
　
One that Foxpaw had never seen before. Of course he thought the multicolored feline was pretty; why else would he be tagging along after her? Rolling his eyes and giving her a look at her next comment, Foxpaw bounded on ahead, his paws neatly thudding against the ground. He could be graceful... sort of. Not in the sense that his movements flowed perfectly, but they did flow fairly well.
　
As Redpaw had already seen, the ginger and white tom was far from perfect. Wait... so she does belong to me? Oh wow, that worked better then I thought!! And she thinks I'm cute?? Whoa... it seemed Foxpaw's distant look had worn off upon hearing her speak, and now he was back to his quirky young self. Funny, she'd mentioned him being mature... but that wasn't a word most cats would use to describe Foxpaw. Perhaps she was just trying to cheer him up. "Really? I thought I was super hot, but cute works too... unless you think I am. What d'you say, gorgeous? Am I super hot? Or just kinda cute, because there's a difference, you know." With that, Foxpaw started acting as though he were tougher; showing off, so to speak, even as they kept going. But when she stopped, a disappointed look flashed over the tom's features until he realized they were there. Shooting a fascinated look in Redpaw's direction, he waited for her to say 'GO.' Or explain, either one worked.

[RedHead]

Whoa. I'm not sure if she's joking or being serious, but I love what she's saying... guess I should listen to her. The tom's ears picked up as he listened, emerald hues flashing with interest and excitement. This was perfect. This was what he liked to hear. Cats telling him that he was amazing and perfect and everything cool... even though she hadn't said that, he was choosing to have it implied. "Really? You actually think that?" He mewed, his voice rising in it's strange way which had given him his nickname: Squeakaroo. Not that Foxpaw liked the name, but he had grown up with it. By now? It was a part of who he was. Glancing over Redpaw, he realized that she had different markings. The first thing he had noticed was her tail... it was so unique, it could be hard not to stare at. And then there were the black markings, and her white ones, but a ginger base pelt that gave her a unique appearance.
　
One that Foxpaw had never seen before. Of course he thought the multicolored feline was pretty; why else would he be tagging along after her? Rolling his eyes and giving her a look at her next comment, Foxpaw bounded on ahead, his paws neatly thudding against the ground. He could be graceful... sort of. Not in the sense that his movements flowed perfectly, but they did flow fairly well.
　
As Redpaw had already seen, the ginger and white tom was far from perfect. Wait... so she does belong to me? Oh wow, that worked better then I thought!! And she thinks I'm cute?? Whoa... it seemed Foxpaw's distant look had worn off upon hearing her speak, and now he was back to his quirky young self. Funny, she'd mentioned him being mature... but that wasn't a word most cats would use to describe Foxpaw. Perhaps she was just trying to cheer him up. "Really? I thought I was super hot, but cute works too... unless you think I am. What d'you say, gorgeous? Am I super hot? Or just kinda cute, because there's a difference, you know." With that, Foxpaw started acting as though he were tougher; showing off, so to speak, even as they kept going. But when she stopped, a disappointed look flashed over the tom's features until he realized they were there. Shooting a fascinated look in Redpaw's direction, he waited for her to say 'GO.' Or explain, either one worked.


Redpaw laughed, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Of course I think that! Why would I lie? That would just be wasting my breath." She waved her striped tail through the air, watching as the sun shone into her fur, making it blaze like fire. "And I'm a ginger cat too, so I would know." She purred, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. His next words kind of caught Redpaw off guard, but she smiled and got up, padding over to him. "Well, if you were super hot, then you wouldn't be attractive to me. Cute is better." Redpaw meowed, nudging the tomcat playfully in the shoulder with his nose. Even being almost a warrior, Redpaw was about the same size as Foxpaw. Right now, when he was still young, Redpaw felt as if their heights were okay. But as he continued to grow, Redpaw feared how tall he would become. "What am I going to do when you grow and get super tall, huh?" The apprentice asked, mock worry in her voice. She then turned away, laughing, and bounded over to a rock in the middle of the glass they were in. She took s giant leap then sent her upwards, and she landed nearly ontop of the rock.
"Okay, so I say that we start with a climbing contest, then rest, then do a running race, then rest, and lastly do a swimming race. How's that sound?" Redpaw asked, looking down to Foxpaw.

[wickedvirtues]

Smokepaw walked through the territory, her tail lashing behind her as she sighed. With a groan of annoyance she wasn't talking with someone mature, like an elder or warrior, she stomped off. Keeping her pawsteps light as to not make this trip totally useless. The pale silvery cat scented the air, pleased to scent prey. Buried under a thick layer of SkyClan smell was the scent of mouse. Perfect. A quick, easy catch to fill some kits bellies and get her back to camp sooner than a bird or something.

Smokepaw carefully approached the small rodent, pupils like slits. She made sure she was downwind of it, and that her steps were silent as possible. When the mouse finally became oblivious of its surroundings, she pounced. Swooping it into her jaws, she crunched down. Metallic blood filled her mouth as she carried the catch back.

[Pantherstar]

Pantherstar walked off into the forest. Her clanmates protests rang in her ears. "I must make a desicion," she meowed aloud. Most of her clanmates wanted to go into battle with Thunderclan just because a few cats tresspassed. We scared them off, she thought, So why should we go into battle?

[Splash]

Why was her voice so low? Again, the orange tom wondered where he had gone wrong. Everything had been going great during their little 'date' and Blazingcomet had thought she was enjoying it as much as he was. Now she seemed all depressed and... worried, or something like that. "Oh come on, Drizzleshard. Of course it was a date! You don't seriously think I would take 'just friends' up there, do you?" He asked with another chuckle. A flicker of annoyance at his inability to win her over came over his expression, but disappeared just as quickly. Of course he would win her over. It wasn't that hard. And besides, he was an amazing flirt! Confidence radiated off of him all the time. All Drizzleshard had to do was realize her feelings for him and confess, and Blazingcomet would welcome her with more then open paws. And then they would date for a while, and then he'd get rid of her. Of course, challenges were always well-accepted. Just as long as he did win in the end. And, just as long as she would eventually admit that he had won. That part was especially key.(Sorry this took so long!! I've been suuuuper busy.)
Drizzleshard felt her heart shatter. Blazingcomet still wouldn't answer her honestly. He had avoided her question, actually. She felt a dry, humorless laugh growing within it at the irony of the situation- her heart shattering, that is. The suffix of her name, -shard... and her heart breaking. She had heard a rumor that the suffix of her name was actually between -shard and -heart. The irony of it... But Drizzleshard crushed the blossoming laughter within her. No way would she bring her sarcastic side into a conversation this serious, this... Life changing? she wondered. Did she want Blazingcomet to change her life, to be her mate? The silver she-cat wasn't sure. "I don't know, Blazingcomet. I really don't know," she admitted, still looking away. Honestly, she didn't trust herself to look at Blazingcomet- the tears of confusion threatening to drip may be let loose if she did. Drizzleshard wasn't really sure.

[Brilliance]

"I dont need checking on." Hawkstorm retorted, allowing a soft laugh to escape his lips. His brother honestly amused him at times. Did he really think Hawk needed someone to check on him? Though, he couldnt help but feel warmed. His brother cared about him, and while he would never, ever, ever, say it out loud - Cause that would be totally uncool of course - He cared about Robinstorm just as much, if not more.

He watched his brother's nose wrinkle in distaste from the smell of the animals around, but Hawkstorm found his mouth watering faintly. How his brother couldnt stand to eat meat, was beyond him. He didnt think he could live without it. Mostly because he couldnt stand eating the...Rabbit food that his brother did. Just thinking about it, Hawkstorm allowed a small scoff to escape him.

His attention was directed toward Robinstorm once more, as he spoke a very familiar name. Immediately, Hawkstorm's ears seemed to pick up, almost eagerly. Then he composed himself, rolling his shoulders as he glanced over toward where his friend's scent was coming from. His heart almost skipped a beat. Almost. Hawkstorm shook his head, pushing down his feelings, pushing down his thoughts, like he always did. His voice was calm when he called out. "Hey, Razz!"

Raziel's ears twitched at the noise. His pace came to a stop when he heard a familiar nickname called his way. The orange spotted cat stopped in his steps, and he pondered on whether to approach them or not. So far, they were the only good friends he had. Hawkstorm and Robinstorm. The two brothers were odd to him at first, but they were the ones to accept him after his kittypet life. Especially since others would tease him about being fed riffraff from the two legs. Raziel twitched his nose, and slowly, the tom turned back to approach his two friends, giving them a warm smile. "Hello, Hawkstorm and Robinstorm." He gave them a bow.

Robinstorm rolled his eyes at his friend's act of properness. Instead, Robinstorm greeted him with an affectionate brush of his tail on top of the other tom's head. "How are you, buddy?"

Raziel let out a frustrated sigh. "I can't hunt for anything," he pinned his ears back. "I've been practicing for moons though!"

Robinstormcwanted to remind Raziel that he used to be a kittypet, and don't know the whelms of hunting much. Robinstorm considered himself to be an excellent Hunter even if he didn't like killing off the little critters, but he was still a loyal warrior of Skyclan. And, even if he didn't eat the same type of food that the other cats ate, he still had to feed them. Robinstorm gave his brother a sideways glance, hoping that Hawkstorm would say something that could cheer up Raziel.

Raziel was still fairly new to the whole warrior thing. In a short amount of time he had to absorb the knowledge of the warrior code, and pass multiple tests. Not to mention the loyalty glares of his fellow new clan mates. Raziel, though it all, stood to be a sweet, helpful tom with no sense of harming another. He was quite calm like and hard to anger, and besides that the only two in front of him were his good friends. Hawkstorm was more of his good friend than Robinstorm.

Hawkstorm was the one who helped him through a lot when he first joined the clan, and the orange spotted tom felt that he owed Hawkstorm his life. The tom's eyes clouded into a sense of peace as he gaze towards Hawkstorm, offering him a friendly smile. "But what are you two doing here? Especially you, Robinstorm. I thought you didn't like hunting." Raziel tilted his head, and stared at his two friends.

"I don't." Robinstorm simply mewed, and he watched as a mouse ran by. He sat down on his haunches and gave his paw a lick. Raziel's eyes lingered on Hawkstorm, and he let a shrug take over with a small chuckle. "What about you Hawk? How are you?"

[lone]

Redpaw laughed, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Of course I think that! Why would I lie? That would just be wasting my breath." She waved her striped tail through the air, watching as the sun shone into her fur, making it blaze like fire. "And I'm a ginger cat too, so I would know." She purred, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. His next words kind of caught Redpaw off guard, but she smiled and got up, padding over to him. "Well, if you were super hot, then you wouldn't be attractive to me. Cute is better." Redpaw meowed, nudging the tomcat playfully in the shoulder with his nose. Even being almost a warrior, Redpaw was about the same size as Foxpaw. Right now, when he was still young, Redpaw felt as if their heights were okay. But as he continued to grow, Redpaw feared how tall he would become. "What am I going to do when you grow and get super tall, huh?" The apprentice asked, mock worry in her voice. She then turned away, laughing, and bounded over to a rock in the middle of the glass they were in. She took s giant leap then sent her upwards, and she landed nearly ontop of the rock.


"Okay, so I say that we start with a climbing contest, then rest, then do a running race, then rest, and lastly do a swimming race. How's that sound?" Redpaw asked, looking down to Foxpaw.


"What?? No, super hot is always better! Don't all she cats like super hot toms? Or is cute better looking for them?"
Foxpaw asked, cocking his head to one side in a comical manner. This was his logic; if you weren't super hot, she cats didn't like you. And if you were, well... you would be like Foxpaw, with she cats swarming around you. And yet, they don't seem to think you're hot. Cute just means she thinks you're young and weak. His own worst enemy was his mind. It was the place where dreams and nightmares were created, more so the latter then anything else. Nightmares of all kinds. Foxpaw could still remember some of them. Standing up as straight as he could and seeing if he could get taller then Redpaw - being younger, he found that what he lacked in size he could normally make in appearance, but since she just thought he was cute... he'd have to go with height and size. Sometimes kit fluff could be mistaken for muscle. With very old, often blind or poor of eyesight cats. Maybe Redpaw was poor of eyesight or something. Or maybe she was easily fooled... though so far, he doubted it. Climbing, rest, running, rest, swimming, rest. Going over what she had said in his head, it all sounded good. "That sounds great, gorgeous. Be prepared to stand in awe of my skill, alright? I don't want to send you swooning too quickly though, so I just might let you win some." Yeah. Foxpaw was a real gentleman, alright. She cats were definitely impressed by his amazing manners. Jumping up on the rock next to her after a failed attempt... or two... or three, Foxpaw glanced around and waited for that one word that would send him rocketing towards this 'climbing contest.' Yes, climbing was not his thing, but hey! Hopefully he would win the other two. However, this young tom was aiming to impress. And when he aimed to impress a pretty she cat, things went... well... sometimes awry.



(Sorry this took so long!! I've been suuuuper busy.)


Drizzleshard felt her heart shatter. Blazingcomet still wouldn't answer her honestly. He had avoided her question, actually. She felt a dry, humorless laugh growing within it at the irony of the situation- her heart shattering, that is. The suffix of her name, -shard... and her heart breaking. She had heard a rumor that the suffix of her name was actually between -shard and -heart. The irony of it... But Drizzleshard crushed the blossoming laughter within her. No way would she bring her sarcastic side into a conversation this serious, this... Life changing? she wondered. Did she want Blazingcomet to change her life, to be her mate? The silver she-cat wasn't sure. "I don't know, Blazingcomet. I really don't know," she admitted, still looking away. Honestly, she didn't trust herself to look at Blazingcomet- the tears of confusion threatening to drip may be let loose if she did. Drizzleshard wasn't really sure.


"Okay... guess I'll just answer the question for you. Of course not, Drizzy!"
His own nickname was so utterly ridiculous that the tom couldn't help but break into laughter, his hues sparking with merriment as he did so. It was such an interesting thing, how loud and quite obnoxious he was being in Drizzleshard's moment of heartbreak until his tone became much more serious... though with the same results as before, a loud laugh at the end. "Or do you prefer something else... I need a nickname for you, help me out!" Continuing to laugh, Blazingcomet rolled over onto his side and stared at the she cat for a while before he stopped and sat up. "Look, I'm sorry. I was just trying to take you out somewhere nice. I didn't mean to cause you any hurt or anything..." Not yet, anyways. And honestly, Blazingcomet never meant to cause hurt. Well, he did and he didn't. It was such a complicated thing, love - and the tom wasn't sure whether he always wanted more of it or was constantly hoping for less. Sometimes it was a little bit of both. But sitting there, he was determined to right whatever he had wronged... and fix this broken heart of his new friend and flirt partner's.

[Empress Of Evil]

Silence. That was what the tuxedo cat heard upon first settling where she was — Perched lightly on the low hanging branch of a tree.
One of her favorite places to be was settled on the branch of a tree, her long tail hanging off the edge and dangling down towards the earth below, paws pressed against cool wood.

Here — held in the arms of a tree — Ebonypaw could remain for hours, and sometimes did.
She remained unmoving in the silence of the territory until she heard a rustling sound and scented the scent of a clanmate in the air.

Curious, she raised herself up slightly from her perched position in anticipation of who it was who was running through the trees nearby.
As she saw the pelt of the feline approaching between the foliage she realized that both the cat and the scent were unfamiliar in most aspects. Ebonypaw knew that this cat belonged to her own clan, yet she had never really spoken to this feline and — against what she generally would have done had it been any other time — crouched against the branch, bunching her muscles, and leapt forwards into the path of the oncoming tom.

[Sorry this is so late!]

The black and white tom cat looked at nothing except for the path ahead of him. His amber orbs watched as he seemed to glide over the roots and leaves that were scattered throughout SkyClan’s territory. Although he wasn’t the most athletic cat, nor the fastest, he was still generally fast. He was born with SkyClan blood in him after all. SkyClan cats were agile and determined. They had their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing as they lived among trees, they would be used to running quickly through them. Hawkpaw could never imagine living a life where he didn’t live among the trees. That would be absolutely horrible. Trees gave the apprentice a feeling of security. He was used to seeing leaves shielding the bright sun from his eyes. It was wonderful.
It wasn’t long before the sound of birds chirping in the distance broke through the silence of the forest. He looked up in confusion, scanning his surroundings to see if he could find where the birds were settled. As cruel as it might be, perhaps he could find some food for his clan. Hawkpaw had the habit of flinching whenever he took the life out of a creature, but he just had to remind himself that he was doing this for his clan. Killing animals for food wasn’t nice, but it was quite necessary. Perhaps they could live on just eating berries and other plants, but there probably wouldn’t be enough. Plus, leaf-bare would be a massive disadvantage to them if their clan suddenly decided to be vegetarians.

Pushing all his thoughts to the back of his mind, Hawkpaw continued to race through the trees, his tail flapping limping behind him as he enjoyed the wind rushing against his face. The expression of joy on his face suddenly fell as his eyes searched ahead and landed on a figure that was now standing in front of him. Strange, he hadn’t seen them there before. Unless they had just appeared out of thin air, Hawkpaw wouldn’t be able to figure out how they had just appeared. Although it would probably be best if he didn’t worry about that for now. Instead, he should be worrying about stopping in time. The tom was running at probably the fastest speed he’d ever run and he would need a few meters to slow down.
So, with that, he bunched up his muscles and did his best to skid to a halt. However, there were a bunch of damp leaves in his path and he skidded on top of them, desperately trying to get a grip. At first, it seemed like nothing was happening when he unsheathed his claws and tried to dig them into the dirt. Finally, the apprentice felt himself slowing down and relief flooded onto his face. Still, as he looked ahead, he was starting to doubt himself and was becoming uncertain about whether he would stop in time. So, he shut his eyes tight and waited till he stopped. Eventually, he did. He slowly opened his eyes only to realise that his whiskers were about to touch Ebonypaw’s. “Um…. Good morning!”

[AbsurdJinx]

@Brooklyn Trees (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=47)

Mousejump wove her way through the tangle of trees and other thick undergrowth that stood in her way. Her medium-length thick pelt would often snag on misplaced twigs and stuff, but she'd simply tug her fur free with ease. Her fur getting caught happened too many times to count, and she has learned to adapt to the obstacles the forest threw at her. Her paw steps were quiet, barely creating a sound except for when she nonchalantly stepped on littered leaves or sticks.

Once she decided they were far enough from camp, Mousejump slowed her pace from a breezy trot to a slow stroll. She looked over at Ebonyfrost, admiring her daughter and what she has grown to be. Mousejump was colorblind, and could only make out black and white. She wondered what her kits' eyes looked like, but she bet their eyes were the most gorgeous thing any cat would ever see. She smiled softly at Ebonyfrost, a gentle purr rumbling in her throat.

``Look at what you've become,`` Mousejump croaked, her voice laced with pride, but rasping with sadness at how quickly time went by. ``I am so proud of you, my daughter.`` She blinked slowly, clearing her amber eyes of any tears. She laughed softly, throwing her head back as she released the smooth sound. She flicked Ebonyfrost's flank good-naturedly with a simple lash of her tail-tip. ``Now tell me, Ebonyfrost, how have you been?``


i found it! cx Brooklyn Trees

[Splash]

"What?? No, super hot is always better! Don't all she cats like super hot toms? Or is cute better looking for them?"
Foxpaw asked, cocking his head to one side in a comical manner. This was his logic; if you weren't super hot, she cats didn't like you. And if you were, well... you would be like Foxpaw, with she cats swarming around you. And yet, they don't seem to think you're hot. Cute just means she thinks you're young and weak. His own worst enemy was his mind. It was the place where dreams and nightmares were created, more so the latter then anything else. Nightmares of all kinds. Foxpaw could still remember some of them. Standing up as straight as he could and seeing if he could get taller then Redpaw - being younger, he found that what he lacked in size he could normally make in appearance, but since she just thought he was cute... he'd have to go with height and size. Sometimes kit fluff could be mistaken for muscle. With very old, often blind or poor of eyesight cats. Maybe Redpaw was poor of eyesight or something. Or maybe she was easily fooled... though so far, he doubted it. Climbing, rest, running, rest, swimming, rest. Going over what she had said in his head, it all sounded good. "That sounds great, gorgeous. Be prepared to stand in awe of my skill, alright? I don't want to send you swooning too quickly though, so I just might let you win some." Yeah. Foxpaw was a real gentleman, alright. She cats were definitely impressed by his amazing manners. Jumping up on the rock next to her after a failed attempt... or two... or three, Foxpaw glanced around and waited for that one word that would send him rocketing towards this 'climbing contest.' Yes, climbing was not his thing, but hey! Hopefully he would win the other two. However, this young tom was aiming to impress. And when he aimed to impress a pretty she cat, things went... well... sometimes awry.






"Okay... guess I'll just answer the question for you. Of course not, Drizzy!"
His own nickname was so utterly ridiculous that the tom couldn't help but break into laughter, his hues sparking with merriment as he did so. It was such an interesting thing, how loud and quite obnoxious he was being in Drizzleshard's moment of heartbreak until his tone became much more serious... though with the same results as before, a loud laugh at the end. "Or do you prefer something else... I need a nickname for you, help me out!" Continuing to laugh, Blazingcomet rolled over onto his side and stared at the she cat for a while before he stopped and sat up. "Look, I'm sorry. I was just trying to take you out somewhere nice. I didn't mean to cause you any hurt or anything..." Not yet, anyways. And honestly, Blazingcomet never meant to cause hurt. Well, he did and he didn't. It was such a complicated thing, love - and the tom wasn't sure whether he always wanted more of it or was constantly hoping for less. Sometimes it was a little bit of both. But sitting there, he was determined to right whatever he had wronged... and fix this broken heart of his new friend and flirt partner's.





(Omg I couldn't stop laughing)
Drizzleshard blinked in disbelief. Had Blazingcomet just... "What did you call me?!" she growled, her tone venomous. She glared at Blazingcomet, staring him into the eye, until she too burst out laughing. Once her laugh had died down a bit, she sputtered, "Seriously though, why Drizzy?" Her posture had relaxed a considerable amount- she was no longer so tense- and the light had returned to her eyes which she now, finally, looked at Blazingcomet with. Thoughts raced through her head. She was looking at the first cat that had made her genuinely happy, not just an armor but catually happy, in... well, since her mate died. She pondered how to tell Blazingcomet this, and finally decided on, "Blazingcomet, you're a... very special cat."
(Oh that was really short sorry)

[Brooklyn Trees]

@Brooklyn Trees

Mousejump wove her way through the tangle of trees and other thick undergrowth that stood in her way. Her medium-length thick pelt would often snag on misplaced twigs and stuff, but she'd simply tug her fur free with ease. Her fur getting caught happened too many times to count, and she has learned to adapt to the obstacles the forest threw at her. Her paw steps were quiet, barely creating a sound except for when she nonchalantly stepped on littered leaves or sticks.

Once she decided they were far enough from camp, Mousejump slowed her pace from a breezy trot to a slow stroll. She looked over at Ebonyfrost, admiring her daughter and what she has grown to be. Mousejump was colorblind, and could only make out black and white. She wondered what her kits' eyes looked like, but she bet their eyes were the most gorgeous thing any cat would ever see. She smiled softly at Ebonyfrost, a gentle purr rumbling in her throat.

``Look at what you've become,`` Mousejump croaked, her voice laced with pride, but rasping with sadness at how quickly time went by. ``I am so proud of you, my daughter.`` She blinked slowly, clearing her amber eyes of any tears. She laughed softly, throwing her head back as she released the smooth sound. She flicked Ebonyfrost's flank good-naturedly with a simple lash of her tail-tip. ``Now tell me, Ebonyfrost, how have you been?``


The young tuxedo feline followed the older she-cat through the trees that filled the course lines of the territory, paws and legs flicking up lightly as she walked in a near trot, a step behind and to the side of Mousejump's tail out of habit for the way she had so often followed the spiritual form of Aconiteheart through these same woods not so very long ago.
She watched her paw steps as they padded against the floor, rhythmic and calming to her for a time until Ebonyfrost turned the sharp blue of her eyes up towards the form of the feline ahead of her. Mousejump. Her mother.
Since she had left the nest and the nursery and been assigned a mentor — even for a short time — to train as a warrior – and beyond that point to when she had been chosen to take the path of a medicine cat – the amount of proper conversations that she had with her mother had plummeted. Perhaps now that could be remedied.

Sensing the slowing of Mousejump's pawsteps, Ebonyfrost lessened her pace and eventually – as Mousejump stopped – came to pull up beside her and stand next to her.
The subtle flick of Mousejump's tail against her side startled the young tuxedo, causing her to tense slightly as she turned her head to face the older feline.
"As good as I can be, I suppose." She mewed, trailing her eyes along the form of the former queen's face, hoping maybe to see some kind of emotion. They remained out of her grasp though, hiding just out of her paws' reach, and so she carefully kept her face emotionless as well.
"And, how have you been?"

[Brooklyn Trees]

[Sorry this is so late!]

The black and white tom cat looked at nothing except for the path ahead of him. His amber orbs watched as he seemed to glide over the roots and leaves that were scattered throughout SkyClan’s territory. Although he wasn’t the most athletic cat, nor the fastest, he was still generally fast. He was born with SkyClan blood in him after all. SkyClan cats were agile and determined. They had their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing as they lived among trees, they would be used to running quickly through them. Hawkpaw could never imagine living a life where he didn’t live among the trees. That would be absolutely horrible. Trees gave the apprentice a feeling of security. He was used to seeing leaves shielding the bright sun from his eyes. It was wonderful.
It wasn’t long before the sound of birds chirping in the distance broke through the silence of the forest. He looked up in confusion, scanning his surroundings to see if he could find where the birds were settled. As cruel as it might be, perhaps he could find some food for his clan. Hawkpaw had the habit of flinching whenever he took the life out of a creature, but he just had to remind himself that he was doing this for his clan. Killing animals for food wasn’t nice, but it was quite necessary. Perhaps they could live on just eating berries and other plants, but there probably wouldn’t be enough. Plus, leaf-bare would be a massive disadvantage to them if their clan suddenly decided to be vegetarians.

Pushing all his thoughts to the back of his mind, Hawkpaw continued to race through the trees, his tail flapping limping behind him as he enjoyed the wind rushing against his face. The expression of joy on his face suddenly fell as his eyes searched ahead and landed on a figure that was now standing in front of him. Strange, he hadn’t seen them there before. Unless they had just appeared out of thin air, Hawkpaw wouldn’t be able to figure out how they had just appeared. Although it would probably be best if he didn’t worry about that for now. Instead, he should be worrying about stopping in time. The tom was running at probably the fastest speed he’d ever run and he would need a few meters to slow down.
So, with that, he bunched up his muscles and did his best to skid to a halt. However, there were a bunch of damp leaves in his path and he skidded on top of them, desperately trying to get a grip. At first, it seemed like nothing was happening when he unsheathed his claws and tried to dig them into the dirt. Finally, the apprentice felt himself slowing down and relief flooded onto his face. Still, as he looked ahead, he was starting to doubt himself and was becoming uncertain about whether he would stop in time. So, he shut his eyes tight and waited till he stopped. Eventually, he did. He slowly opened his eyes only to realise that his whiskers were about to touch Ebonypaw’s. “Um…. Good morning!”


The small feline was surprised by how the tom struggled to stop. She had not realized how fast he had been running when she jumped into his path. But, not wanting to appear any lesser for it, or perhaps weak for moving out of the way when it was possible that he would stop in time, she remained where she was standing, though now somewhat tensed in the event of impact.
It was not until he began to slip upon the leaves that she questioned whether he would stop in time, but there was no time to judge if he could do so or to move if necessary as he came to a halt barely a whisker's width from herself.

His sudden pleasantries puzzled her, before she realized that they may not entirely be just pleasantries. Perhaps that was the first thing he could think of to say upon nearly impacting with someone else. It was entirely her fault of course for jumping into the way at all.

"Hello." She said, voice as undescriptive as Ebonypaw could manage at that point in time. She studied his face now, trying to uncover his thoughts through the lines of his face the way that others seemed to do when they spoke.
Nothing was revealed to her.

(Sorry, it's a bit short and a bit late... It's kind of late at the moment for me so I have no clue if this post makes any sense or not �� )

[lone]

Moving out into the territory brought so many memories back for Alabasterpaw. Both good and bad, to be honest. She now had Azulpaw within her grasp. He was hers now, and he had made a promise to her that he would stay with her. That he would try to love her. This made the white feline very excited, knowing that now she would no longer have to worry about competition. She might not have taken him out in the way that Bluepaw had been thinking but hey, he should be glad that his once-competition was no longer trying to steal his "love" from him. She would discuss this later. Honestly, the territory was not one of Alabasterpaw's favorite places, but because she was outnumbered by the others, she had agreed. To be honest, no matter if she seemed like a leader or not, Alabasterpaw was a follower. She was going to go with whatever was 'in' at the time.
　
And it had seemed that going for a walk was very 'in.' Blue hues sparkling as she walked alongside Azulpaw, making sure that she stayed very close... close enough so that an accident wouldn't happen... the white cat glanced ahead at Bluepaw. "So, Asterpaw finally stopped trying to escape the inevitable, hmm? I knew it was just a matter of time before the two of you ended up together. You were practically made for each other, I mean, come on!" She laughed, smiling at the piebald tom as she did so. "And we were made for each other, isn't that right, Azulpaw?" She asked, brushing up against him in her usual loving manner. Though there was no true love showing in her hues. Just admiration and the sort of star-struck way any apprentice looked at their crush. There was no guilt in Alabasterpaw's expression, only triumph as she glanced over at her sister.
　
She felt as though Asterpaw would not be a part of the picture anymore. No - she knew it for a fact. Asterpaw was going to be one hundred percent gone from her future with Azulpaw, and that thought gave Alabasterpaw hope. After all, he had promised her, hadn't he? And as he had said back in the clearing... you must keep your promises. She felt confident that he would keep his promise to her. He wouldn't so much as look at the blue feline walking with them... would he? "I'm glad we can all walk together without any fighting. I don't think it'll be needed anymore... I think everyone's happy right where they are, aren't they?" She asked, flashing a meaningful look at the tom and then glancing at Bluepaw. Would he understand what she was getting at? Surely there was no need for arguing and hostility when the grey tom and the blue feline were kept seperate.
　
Which was nice... to be honest, Alabasterpaw was still the mind-game-playing, devious feline that she had always been, but she no longer felt the urge to hurt Azulpaw. After all, he clearly wasn't interested in her sister anymore... and even if he was, Bluepaw would soon make sure that those feelings were gone. And Alabasterpaw was able to play a part in that as well. She was good at hurting others, making them feel worthless and small. She was good at twisting the truth into a lie and being certain that it was so great no one could figure it out. She was good at a lot of things, but anything involving trickery or deceit was certainly the thing she was best at. And she was glad that Azulpaw hadn't picked up on her lies yet. Truthfully she found him to be very strong. What's wrong with taking the safe path? He had asked, and she had answered 'oh sweetheart. So innocent, aren't you? It makes you weaker. Unable to protect those you love.'
　
Alabasterpaw needed protection. Which was why, in the beginning, she had thought Bluepaw would be the better victim for her. She would hold onto this tom now, and suck all the love and emotion and strength from him before she left him to die. Once she was no longer interested? Once he was boring and she was through? She wouldn't care about him whatsoever. He wouldn't even be like a clanmate to her. More like a cat that she had once known. Had once loved. And then she would move on to another tom. There was no difference between him and every other tom in the Clan. He had just caught her eye first... unfortunately. For Alabasterpaw, a love interest was easy to replace. Just find someone else that catches your eye, share a few sweet words, and you're done. That's all there was to it for her. If only it were that simple in the real world.
　
I promised Alli I would love her. For one thing, Alli? And for another, love? That was a strong word for the tom to be using. That was a strong word for anyone to be using. Asterpaw couldn't believe that Azulpaw had really been involved in something like that. What did he think he was going to get from being like that? What did he believe would happen if he continued on as he was, just staying with Alabasterpaw until the end? What does he think he's going to win by acting like me? Okay, so maybe not just like her. She had a reason. Did Azulpaw? Or did he just find the white feline attractive, from her crystal blue hues to her sparkling laugh... neither of which Asterpaw had. Her laugh was warm and friendly. Her hues were a greyish green. Her pelt was a duller blue color, not the gorgeous long, snowy white of her half-sister's. She remembered a long time ago when this wouldn't have bothered her. Now? It did very much.
　
And, you must keep your promises. At least he had some sense of honor. Keeping promises was important, but why would he make a promise that he wasn't going to keep? Asterpaw had every intention of keeping her own. She would stay until Bluepaw no longer needed her. The one thing she wanted to do more then anything else was confront the tom, but confrontations normally turned to serious conversations, to comfort and warmth with the two of them. And what would Bluepaw have to say about that? Nothing good. She knew that now. He was going to make sure that she stayed with him forever. Forever being for good, until they parted ways. Because... Asterpaw was quite sure that he wouldn't be going to StarClan. Maybe then, finally, she could be with Azulpaw. The question was, did she want to? It was a question that she wasn't sure how to answer yet. Certainly, she wanted to be friends. But... did she want to be with him? Maybe.
　
You know a lot about that, don't you , Asterpaw? Why was he asking her? And why had he sounded so... hurt? Broken? Angry? All of the above? Asterpaw wasn't sure, and she didn't know whether she could answer or not. This whole time through her thought process, she had been staying right beside Bluepaw like an obedient girl, brushing up against him and winding her tail with his to make sure that he stayed calm. The most disturbing thing to her was that Bluepaw had growled when she wasn't upset... he had every right to say as he pleased. No one should stop another cat from speaking their mind. But Asterpaw didn't have to answer him. And, then those frightening words... hopefully something will spring out and end my life. Why did he want his life to be ended? It frightened her, and she wished she could ask him about that as well, but she couldn't. She couldn't ask.
　
"Race you to that tree?" The blue feline asked, flicking her tail towards a tree a little ways away and glancing at Bluepaw with a mischievous expression, giving him a light nudge at the same time. Time to make the best of her future here. She couldn't fix it. And she couldn't stop Azulpaw from being with her sister. The day he had almost lost his life for her, Asterpaw remembered telling him later to 'go and be with her sister.' Why, she couldn't remember. But she remembered the conversation later that night. Perhaps she had been hurt. Angry. Scared. Maybe all of those things, as she assumed he was. But never had she thought that her words would actually come true. And yet here he was with her sister, staying with her forever. Promising to love her. The thought stung, it really did. It stung more then anything else. And the worst part? There was nothing - absolutely nothing - that she could do about it now.
　
@Constellation (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)

[Brilliance]

Moving out into the territory brought so many memories back for Alabasterpaw. Both good and bad, to be honest. She now had Azulpaw within her grasp. He was hers now, and he had made a promise to her that he would stay with her. That he would try to love her. This made the white feline very excited, knowing that now she would no longer have to worry about competition. She might not have taken him out in the way that Bluepaw had been thinking but hey, he should be glad that his once-competition was no longer trying to steal his "love" from him. She would discuss this later. Honestly, the territory was not one of Alabasterpaw's favorite places, but because she was outnumbered by the others, she had agreed. To be honest, no matter if she seemed like a leader or not, Alabasterpaw was a follower. She was going to go with whatever was 'in' at the time.
　
And it had seemed that going for a walk was very 'in.' Blue hues sparkling as she walked alongside Azulpaw, making sure that she stayed very close... close enough so that an accident wouldn't happen... the white cat glanced ahead at Bluepaw. "So, Asterpaw finally stopped trying to escape the inevitable, hmm? I knew it was just a matter of time before the two of you ended up together. You were practically made for each other, I mean, come on!" She laughed, smiling at the piebald tom as she did so. "And we were made for each other, isn't that right, Azulpaw?" She asked, brushing up against him in her usual loving manner. Though there was no true love showing in her hues. Just admiration and the sort of star-struck way any apprentice looked at their crush. There was no guilt in Alabasterpaw's expression, only triumph as she glanced over at her sister.
　
She felt as though Asterpaw would not be a part of the picture anymore. No - she knew it for a fact. Asterpaw was going to be one hundred percent gone from her future with Azulpaw, and that thought gave Alabasterpaw hope. After all, he had promised her, hadn't he? And as he had said back in the clearing... you must keep your promises. She felt confident that he would keep his promise to her. He wouldn't so much as look at the blue feline walking with them... would he? "I'm glad we can all walk together without any fighting. I don't think it'll be needed anymore... I think everyone's happy right where they are, aren't they?" She asked, flashing a meaningful look at the tom and then glancing at Bluepaw. Would he understand what she was getting at? Surely there was no need for arguing and hostility when the grey tom and the blue feline were kept seperate.
　
Which was nice... to be honest, Alabasterpaw was still the mind-game-playing, devious feline that she had always been, but she no longer felt the urge to hurt Azulpaw. After all, he clearly wasn't interested in her sister anymore... and even if he was, Bluepaw would soon make sure that those feelings were gone. And Alabasterpaw was able to play a part in that as well. She was good at hurting others, making them feel worthless and small. She was good at twisting the truth into a lie and being certain that it was so great no one could figure it out. She was good at a lot of things, but anything involving trickery or deceit was certainly the thing she was best at. And she was glad that Azulpaw hadn't picked up on her lies yet. Truthfully she found him to be very strong. What's wrong with taking the safe path? He had asked, and she had answered 'oh sweetheart. So innocent, aren't you? It makes you weaker. Unable to protect those you love.'
　
Alabasterpaw needed protection. Which was why, in the beginning, she had thought Bluepaw would be the better victim for her. She would hold onto this tom now, and suck all the love and emotion and strength from him before she left him to die. Once she was no longer interested? Once he was boring and she was through? She wouldn't care about him whatsoever. He wouldn't even be like a clanmate to her. More like a cat that she had once known. Had once loved. And then she would move on to another tom. There was no difference between him and every other tom in the Clan. He had just caught her eye first... unfortunately. For Alabasterpaw, a love interest was easy to replace. Just find someone else that catches your eye, share a few sweet words, and you're done. That's all there was to it for her. If only it were that simple in the real world.
　
I promised Alli I would love her. For one thing, Alli? And for another, love? That was a strong word for the tom to be using. That was a strong word for anyone to be using. Asterpaw couldn't believe that Azulpaw had really been involved in something like that. What did he think he was going to get from being like that? What did he believe would happen if he continued on as he was, just staying with Alabasterpaw until the end? What does he think he's going to win by acting like me? Okay, so maybe not just like her. She had a reason. Did Azulpaw? Or did he just find the white feline attractive, from her crystal blue hues to her sparkling laugh... neither of which Asterpaw had. Her laugh was warm and friendly. Her hues were a greyish green. Her pelt was a duller blue color, not the gorgeous long, snowy white of her half-sister's. She remembered a long time ago when this wouldn't have bothered her. Now? It did very much.
　
And, you must keep your promises. At least he had some sense of honor. Keeping promises was important, but why would he make a promise that he wasn't going to keep? Asterpaw had every intention of keeping her own. She would stay until Bluepaw no longer needed her. The one thing she wanted to do more then anything else was confront the tom, but confrontations normally turned to serious conversations, to comfort and warmth with the two of them. And what would Bluepaw have to say about that? Nothing good. She knew that now. He was going to make sure that she stayed with him forever. Forever being for good, until they parted ways. Because... Asterpaw was quite sure that he wouldn't be going to StarClan. Maybe then, finally, she could be with Azulpaw. The question was, did she want to? It was a question that she wasn't sure how to answer yet. Certainly, she wanted to be friends. But... did she want to be with him? Maybe.
　
You know a lot about that, don't you , Asterpaw? Why was he asking her? And why had he sounded so... hurt? Broken? Angry? All of the above? Asterpaw wasn't sure, and she didn't know whether she could answer or not. This whole time through her thought process, she had been staying right beside Bluepaw like an obedient girl, brushing up against him and winding her tail with his to make sure that he stayed calm. The most disturbing thing to her was that Bluepaw had growled when she wasn't upset... he had every right to say as he pleased. No one should stop another cat from speaking their mind. But Asterpaw didn't have to answer him. And, then those frightening words... hopefully something will spring out and end my life. Why did he want his life to be ended? It frightened her, and she wished she could ask him about that as well, but she couldn't. She couldn't ask.
　
"Race you to that tree?" The blue feline asked, flicking her tail towards a tree a little ways away and glancing at Bluepaw with a mischievous expression, giving him a light nudge at the same time. Time to make the best of her future here. She couldn't fix it. And she couldn't stop Azulpaw from being with her sister. The day he had almost lost his life for her, Asterpaw remembered telling him later to 'go and be with her sister.' Why, she couldn't remember. But she remembered the conversation later that night. Perhaps she had been hurt. Angry. Scared. Maybe all of those things, as she assumed he was. But never had she thought that her words would actually come true. And yet here he was with her sister, staying with her forever. Promising to love her. The thought stung, it really did. It stung more then anything else. And the worst part? There was nothing - absolutely nothing - that she could do about it now.
　
@Constellation (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)

"Ah, the territory." Azulpaw spoke, his eyes fleeting around as it did bring back so many memories to him as well. The painful ones, and the good ones. Especially the good ones what he shared with Asterpaw a while back. Before this whole thing started, but the tom tried to remain happy and bury those memories in the back of his head. "Where I almost died a couple times. Seen the light. Can any of you say the same thing? See a blinding white light?" He chuckled, a very sarcastic chuckled, but he kept close to Alabasterpaw as he should. "We should take a trip back to the training area too. That'll trigger some of our best memories." He let out an exasperated sigh. He was quite tired already.

Bluepaw was fed up with the other tom's presence. He acted the same way when they first took a walk all those moons ago. He finally snapped, "Stop talking." Azulpaw had snorted, but he didn't even give a glance towards Bluepaw or Asterpaw. He kept his eyes in front of him, or behold...Alabasterpaw. Didn't she just love the attention? His ears had pinned for a moment, and he got lost in thought upon hearing her words.

Bluepaw simply smile, a small purr emitting from his throat. He knew that Asterpaw kept close to him, and that she wouldn't glance in the direction of the grey tom. Why would she need to when she had him? Bluepaw thought it was stupid that the two formed some type of emotional energy. That they connected in ways that was hard to describe. Alabasterpaw's words made him think differently, on the other hand. "A promise is a promise. I thought she would had disappointed me." Like others...he wouldn't say aloud. The fact that Azulpaw was still living, but he forgave his partner in crime. As long as she was happy, the blue eyed tom knew he could try to be as well. "I will make Asterpaw the happiest she cat in the world." He winked.

Azulpaw was still lost in thought, staring at his paws as they padded along the path. His ears closed out everything around them, but he knew they was still there. His whiskers quivered, and he looked up once. He gave a quick glance towards Alabasterpaw trying to figure out what she had said. All he could do was agree. She wouldn't know if he was listening or not, would she? "Hm? Yeah, yeah. Of course." His tone was rather rushed, but he hoped that he said something that was along the lines of the conversation. She had brushed up against him once more, and instead of fighting her advances, he succumbed to them, purring lightly at her touch. Why fight her any longer? He did promise...and he would try.

The fact that Asterpaw was right there felt wrong. He could remember days when she tried to persuade him to be with her sister so he could be safe. The point was he didn't need her to protect him. The tom knew it was a kill or be killed world. If he were to be killed, he rather for it to be for a reason he cared about. Alabasterpaw could had been a good cat, but he would never know now. And, Asterpaw would care anymore. She hadn't glance at him before they went on they walk, and perhaps she was busying herself thinking of her grand future with Bluepaw. Azulpaw was accepting to many things. Maybe they would all be happy together. Alabasterpaw could be right about that part...hopefully.

"If Azulpaw stop being such an idiot, then we wouldn't have to worry about fighting." Bluepaw snorted.

The other tom's ears twitched. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Azulpaw lifted his head, scrunching his nose. "It seems you're the one starting stuff right now."

Bluepaw narrowed his eyes, staring at the tom. His aggression state was kept at bay from Asterpaw being neared him. The fact that he promised he wouldn't hurt the grey feline was starting to take a toll on him. Azulpaw took this as a victory, and glowed at his once friend. "What's wrong? You don't-"

"Watch it, grey boy." Bluepaw snarled. "Keep your pest in order, Alabasterpaw. I don't want him talking to me."

Azulpaw simply huffed, and he turned away. He didn't have time to be arguing with someone as Bluepaw. He was already tired of being in their presence. As they continued to walk on, Azulpaw decided to stay quiet, and only admire the world around them. The pretty birds, the large trees, the green grass. Anything that made him feel comfortable, because at the moment he was long from being comfortable. Though Alabasterpaw's touch helped him only a tad bit. Yet, she was no Asterpaw.

The tom greatly remembered her touch. And, he had loved it. It made him rejuvenated, like he could take on anything in his path. She was nothing like her sister. Which made it all the more better. The tom didn't want her to be like her sister. She was unique in her own way, and that's what he endearingly loved about her. But, now she kept a promise that she said she would break. Azulpaw knew he should had known better. When she left him because he was testing to see if she would really leave...and she had. When he didn't want her to leave. The fact that she did leave, never entering in his life again. Asterpaw made the choice to be with Bluepaw. He had heard her words. He had accepted Alabasterpaw's lies to the reality of truth. He basked in the future that was waiting for him. He just hoped he lived long enough to see it.

She had left...she didn't come to him...what was she depressed about? Looking so down? He could had helped her! He was always there for her! Azulpaw widened his eyes, and he shook his head. It was a bad time for him to be thinking about Asterpaw at the moment. It wasn't a smart idea either. But, if she was going to try than he would.

Bluepaw was quite surprised as well. She was being calm. Mellow. Not looking at Azulpaw in any way, let alone thinking about him. He figured that she was holding him to his promise that he would leave the sore loser alone. For now, that was. The girls were behaving themselves more than they were. Everything Bliepaw said, Azulpaw had a retort. This ignited the piebald tom. Why couldn't Azulpaw shut up for once?

At her words, Bluepaw let out a dry chuckle. "Race? Asterpaw c'mon, we're not kits anymore." He chided her. He didn't want to race. He wanted her to act mature. Playfulness was all gone. Soon they would be warriors, and their real lives would be starting. Azulpaw snorted himself. The grey tom loved games, but he had no right to take Bluepaw's place when Asterpaw clearly wanted to play with him. Another thing the grey tom would miss; their fun.

"We don't have time to play games." He gave her a light nuzzle.

Azulpaw decided to step in. Even though he wasn't the happiest with the current decision, he felt that Asterpaw needed a bit of fun in her life. One thing he did know was that Bluepaw was a competitive feline. He never backed down without s fight. Ever. A few teasing words, and the tom would be dumb enough to fall in his trap. In a way, he was helping Asterpaw, wasn't he? "Dude, you're only eleven moons old. What? You trying to push thirty moons?" He teased.

"Was I talking to you?" Bluepaw flicked his tail.

"Nah, you're just scared because you don't want to be beat by a girl." Azulpaw says, his eyes flashing calmly. "And, we all know you will lose."

Bluepaw stepped up, snarling at Azulpaw. Azulpaw remained calm, a smirk plastered on his handsome face. "Is that a challenge?"

"Believe so. Are you motivated?" Check. Bluepaw lashed his tail. At least Azulpaw knew that his old best friend was still in there--a small piece of him. The competitive side that never let anyone down. It was the only way to get the tom to cooperate in playing games. Bluepaw turned back to Asterpaw, his head held high as he approached her.

"Alright I'll race you to the tree." He flicked his tail, giving her a smile. Bluepaw never failed to impress others. He was quite a skillful tom, more than Azulpaw in some fields more than others. But each tom shared a different trait that made them unique. One conquered one skill while the other managed to conquer the second skill. Which was why others thought Bluepaw was better than the two. Azulpaw never cared in the first place of how others saw him. He was more of a cat who showed improvement, and sometimes boasted about it. He was definitely still a pompous jerk. A smile flashed on his maw before disappearing entirely of remembering that fond memory that was now a ghost in his mind.

As Bluepaw took off towards the tree, he looked back once to keep his eyes on Asterpaw. Azulpaw only watched from the distance as the two played. For some odd reason, he wouldn't feel right at being apart of that type of fun. It wasn't his relationship to be around, so he stuck close to Alabasterpaw. Probably too close than he needed.

[AbsurdJinx]

The young tuxedo feline followed the older she-cat through the trees that filled the course lines of the territory, paws and legs flicking up lightly as she walked in a near trot, a step behind and to the side of Mousejump's tail out of habit for the way she had so often followed the spiritual form of Aconiteheart through these same woods not so very long ago.
She watched her paw steps as they padded against the floor, rhythmic and calming to her for a time until Ebonyfrost turned the sharp blue of her eyes up towards the form of the feline ahead of her. Mousejump. Her mother.
Since she had left the nest and the nursery and been assigned a mentor — even for a short time — to train as a warrior – and beyond that point to when she had been chosen to take the path of a medicine cat – the amount of proper conversations that she had with her mother had plummeted. Perhaps now that could be remedied.

Sensing the slowing of Mousejump's pawsteps, Ebonyfrost lessened her pace and eventually – as Mousejump stopped – came to pull up beside her and stand next to her.
The subtle flick of Mousejump's tail against her side startled the young tuxedo, causing her to tense slightly as she turned her head to face the older feline.
"As good as I can be, I suppose." She mewed, trailing her eyes along the form of the former queen's face, hoping maybe to see some kind of emotion. They remained out of her grasp though, hiding just out of her paws' reach, and so she carefully kept her face emotionless as well.
"And, how have you been?"

[ I sorta just assumed Mousejump isn't aware of Ebonyfrost's lack of ability to recognize emotions, if that's okie =3 & good luck with the new house! ]

Mousejump would never adjust to Ebonyfrost's zany nature, yet she continued to endlessly adore her daughter. It surprised her when her offspring acted shocked whenever Mousejump touched her, or Ebonyfrost's lack of emotion when her own mother spoke to her. It almost angered her. Was Ebonyfrost afraid of her? Did Ebonyfrost have something against Mousejump? But she never confronted her daughter, figuring the younger she-cat would share when she was comfortable, but Mousejump's fiery and blunt personality was not exactly patient.

``I've been alright; missing my kits, though.`` Mousejump cast Ebonyfrost a soft smile, her voice expressing a motherly tone. She was aware that her children would be busy with their responsibilities, but she constantly wished that they'd put some time aside to visit her. She missed them oh-so terribly. She had observed the way Ebonyfrost had studied her face, fueling her curiosity as to just what Ebonyfrost felt about her.

Finally, it became too much. Mousejump just had to bring it up. Inhaling heavily and exhaling a sigh, she looked over at Ebonyfrost. Her features were not ones of anger or irritation, but those of concern. Mousejump had immediately assumed something was wrong, filling her with concern. ``Why - Why did my touch startle you? Why do you not express emotion? Is something wrong, dear?``

[Brooklyn Trees]

[ I sorta just assumed Mousejump isn't aware of Ebonyfrost's lack of ability to recognize emotions, if that's okie =3 & good luck with the new house! ]

Mousejump would never adjust to Ebonyfrost's zany nature, yet she continued to endlessly adore her daughter. It surprised her when her offspring acted shocked whenever Mousejump touched her, or Ebonyfrost's lack of emotion when her own mother spoke to her. It almost angered her. Was Ebonyfrost afraid of her? Did Ebonyfrost have something against Mousejump? But she never confronted her daughter, figuring the younger she-cat would share when she was comfortable, but Mousejump's fiery and blunt personality was not exactly patient.

``I've been alright; missing my kits, though.`` Mousejump cast Ebonyfrost a soft smile, her voice expressing a motherly tone. She was aware that her children would be busy with their responsibilities, but she constantly wished that they'd put some time aside to visit her. She missed them oh-so terribly. She had observed the way Ebonyfrost had studied her face, fueling her curiosity as to just what Ebonyfrost felt about her.

Finally, it became too much. Mousejump just had to bring it up. Inhaling heavily and exhaling a sigh, she looked over at Ebonyfrost. Her features were not ones of anger or irritation, but those of concern. Mousejump had immediately assumed something was wrong, filling her with concern. ``Why - Why did my touch startle you? Why do you not express emotion? Is something wrong, dear?``


(She hasn't told anybody about it as of current so yeah. =^^=) (And thank you! 😄)

The wiry feline had not expected something like this to be said from Mousejump, and the sudden question – the reasons for she did not want to explain – made the younger she-cat become defensive towards her mother, bright eyes narrowing slightly.
"It didn't." She said, not questioning the sudden dryness that her voice had assumed. Anger was still something that Ebonyfrost was learning to control. She was by nature easily irritated, and those things that pressed the boundaries of what she shared with anyone but her own mind often set her on edge. She knew that her defensive nature did not help to hide it, but she couldn't really help it.

"And I show nothing because I feel nothing. What's the use in emotion?" She knew that the lie could easily be seen through. Nobody felt nothing, and she often felt deeply, but it was easier than having to explain something which she herself did not fully understand. Perhaps the tuxedo would be seen as weak in her own mother's eyes if she dared to reveal that she different, perhaps lesser, than the others of the clan. Stupid thoughts, she knew, but she couldn't end how she had always reacted to such things.

"Nothing's wrong at all."

[lone]

"Ah, the territory." Azulpaw spoke, his eyes fleeting around as it did bring back so many memories to him as well. The painful ones, and the good ones. Especially the good ones what he shared with Asterpaw a while back. Before this whole thing started, but the tom tried to remain happy and bury those memories in the back of his head. "Where I almost died a couple times. Seen the light. Can any of you say the same thing? See a blinding white light?" He chuckled, a very sarcastic chuckled, but he kept close to Alabasterpaw as he should. "We should take a trip back to the training area too. That'll trigger some of our best memories." He let out an exasperated sigh. He was quite tired already.

Bluepaw was fed up with the other tom's presence. He acted the same way when they first took a walk all those moons ago. He finally snapped, "Stop talking." Azulpaw had snorted, but he didn't even give a glance towards Bluepaw or Asterpaw. He kept his eyes in front of him, or behold...Alabasterpaw. Didn't she just love the attention? His ears had pinned for a moment, and he got lost in thought upon hearing her words.

Bluepaw simply smile, a small purr emitting from his throat. He knew that Asterpaw kept close to him, and that she wouldn't glance in the direction of the grey tom. Why would she need to when she had him? Bluepaw thought it was stupid that the two formed some type of emotional energy. That they connected in ways that was hard to describe. Alabasterpaw's words made him think differently, on the other hand. "A promise is a promise. I thought she would had disappointed me." Like others...he wouldn't say aloud. The fact that Azulpaw was still living, but he forgave his partner in crime. As long as she was happy, the blue eyed tom knew he could try to be as well. "I will make Asterpaw the happiest she cat in the world." He winked.

Azulpaw was still lost in thought, staring at his paws as they padded along the path. His ears closed out everything around them, but he knew they was still there. His whiskers quivered, and he looked up once. He gave a quick glance towards Alabasterpaw trying to figure out what she had said. All he could do was agree. She wouldn't know if he was listening or not, would she? "Hm? Yeah, yeah. Of course." His tone was rather rushed, but he hoped that he said something that was along the lines of the conversation. She had brushed up against him once more, and instead of fighting her advances, he succumbed to them, purring lightly at her touch. Why fight her any longer? He did promise...and he would try.

The fact that Asterpaw was right there felt wrong. He could remember days when she tried to persuade him to be with her sister so he could be safe. The point was he didn't need her to protect him. The tom knew it was a kill or be killed world. If he were to be killed, he rather for it to be for a reason he cared about. Alabasterpaw could had been a good cat, but he would never know now. And, Asterpaw would care anymore. She hadn't glance at him before they went on they walk, and perhaps she was busying herself thinking of her grand future with Bluepaw. Azulpaw was accepting to many things. Maybe they would all be happy together. Alabasterpaw could be right about that part...hopefully.

"If Azulpaw stop being such an idiot, then we wouldn't have to worry about fighting." Bluepaw snorted.

The other tom's ears twitched. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Azulpaw lifted his head, scrunching his nose. "It seems you're the one starting stuff right now."

Bluepaw narrowed his eyes, staring at the tom. His aggression state was kept at bay from Asterpaw being neared him. The fact that he promised he wouldn't hurt the grey feline was starting to take a toll on him. Azulpaw took this as a victory, and glowed at his once friend. "What's wrong? You don't-"

"Watch it, grey boy." Bluepaw snarled. "Keep your pest in order, Alabasterpaw. I don't want him talking to me."

Azulpaw simply huffed, and he turned away. He didn't have time to be arguing with someone as Bluepaw. He was already tired of being in their presence. As they continued to walk on, Azulpaw decided to stay quiet, and only admire the world around them. The pretty birds, the large trees, the green grass. Anything that made him feel comfortable, because at the moment he was long from being comfortable. Though Alabasterpaw's touch helped him only a tad bit. Yet, she was no Asterpaw.

The tom greatly remembered her touch. And, he had loved it. It made him rejuvenated, like he could take on anything in his path. She was nothing like her sister. Which made it all the more better. The tom didn't want her to be like her sister. She was unique in her own way, and that's what he endearingly loved about her. But, now she kept a promise that she said she would break. Azulpaw knew he should had known better. When she left him because he was testing to see if she would really leave...and she had. When he didn't want her to leave. The fact that she did leave, never entering in his life again. Asterpaw made the choice to be with Bluepaw. He had heard her words. He had accepted Alabasterpaw's lies to the reality of truth. He basked in the future that was waiting for him. He just hoped he lived long enough to see it.

She had left...she didn't come to him...what was she depressed about? Looking so down? He could had helped her! He was always there for her! Azulpaw widened his eyes, and he shook his head. It was a bad time for him to be thinking about Asterpaw at the moment. It wasn't a smart idea either. But, if she was going to try than he would.

Bluepaw was quite surprised as well. She was being calm. Mellow. Not looking at Azulpaw in any way, let alone thinking about him. He figured that she was holding him to his promise that he would leave the sore loser alone. For now, that was. The girls were behaving themselves more than they were. Everything Bliepaw said, Azulpaw had a retort. This ignited the piebald tom. Why couldn't Azulpaw shut up for once?

At her words, Bluepaw let out a dry chuckle. "Race? Asterpaw c'mon, we're not kits anymore." He chided her. He didn't want to race. He wanted her to act mature. Playfulness was all gone. Soon they would be warriors, and their real lives would be starting. Azulpaw snorted himself. The grey tom loved games, but he had no right to take Bluepaw's place when Asterpaw clearly wanted to play with him. Another thing the grey tom would miss; their fun.

"We don't have time to play games." He gave her a light nuzzle.

Azulpaw decided to step in. Even though he wasn't the happiest with the current decision, he felt that Asterpaw needed a bit of fun in her life. One thing he did know was that Bluepaw was a competitive feline. He never backed down without s fight. Ever. A few teasing words, and the tom would be dumb enough to fall in his trap. In a way, he was helping Asterpaw, wasn't he? "Dude, you're only eleven moons old. What? You trying to push thirty moons?" He teased.

"Was I talking to you?" Bluepaw flicked his tail.

"Nah, you're just scared because you don't want to be beat by a girl." Azulpaw says, his eyes flashing calmly. "And, we all know you will lose."

Bluepaw stepped up, snarling at Azulpaw. Azulpaw remained calm, a smirk plastered on his handsome face. "Is that a challenge?"

"Believe so. Are you motivated?" Check. Bluepaw lashed his tail. At least Azulpaw knew that his old best friend was still in there--a small piece of him. The competitive side that never let anyone down. It was the only way to get the tom to cooperate in playing games. Bluepaw turned back to Asterpaw, his head held high as he approached her.

"Alright I'll race you to the tree." He flicked his tail, giving her a smile. Bluepaw never failed to impress others. He was quite a skillful tom, more than Azulpaw in some fields more than others. But each tom shared a different trait that made them unique. One conquered one skill while the other managed to conquer the second skill. Which was why others thought Bluepaw was better than the two. Azulpaw never cared in the first place of how others saw him. He was more of a cat who showed improvement, and sometimes boasted about it. He was definitely still a pompous jerk. A smile flashed on his maw before disappearing entirely of remembering that fond memory that was now a ghost in his mind.

As Bluepaw took off towards the tree, he looked back once to keep his eyes on Asterpaw. Azulpaw only watched from the distance as the two played. For some odd reason, he wouldn't feel right at being apart of that type of fun. It wasn't his relationship to be around, so he stuck close to Alabasterpaw. Probably too close than he needed.

Asterpaw kept herself pressed against Bluepaw as she noted the rising warning signs of aggression - and she wished the grey tom would keep quiet. Couldn't he tell she was trying to protect him? Well no, of course not. And she was quite confused about how he had ended up with Alabasterpaw. Whether it was a trick, lie, deceit, or something of his own choice she couldn't seem to make up her mind. But, the arguing was beginning to bother her. Couldn't they just walk without having any drama? Without her having to worry that he was going to get ripped apart at any moment? "Bluepaw, Bluepaw calm down..." She lightly brushed her tail against the tom. The best way to approach this without outright telling him that Azulpaw was nowhere near an idiot, while telling the other tom to be quiet and stop trying to argue with everything.
　
Although she didn't want to anger the piebald tom, and she didn't want to get in the middle of the drama... not to mention she was somewhat frightened of Bluepaw. She knew what he could do to her. She knew that he could easily harm her if he wished. And, she also knew that she no longer had someone willing to help her. Which was fine by her, she hadn't wanted the tom to get into trouble anyways... because, as stated before, she hated seeing him hurt. "He's not an idiot or a pest. Okay? Come on, you're a reasonable tom. I'm sure you can handle this in a mature manner. Be friendly." She was careful to keep her body in a neutral stance, her voice quiet and soothing, and stayed alongside him so that he could realize she wasn't trying to pick sides. She was waiting for his permission to speak again. But, they were moving on, and the conversation was over.
　
Maybe she should have just stayed out of it. Though she figured Bluepaw wouldn't be so harsh with his words as to tell her that. Azulpaw probably would... which was why she had liked hanging out with him, he wasn't quite so sugary sweet as Bluepaw was. And yet he was thoughtful. Caring. Why was she thinking about him? No reason for her to, and she was confident soon her thoughts would fade. This had been her promise. And, Asterpaw kept her promises. Azulpaw's words didn't help any more... it made her feel even worse for being around him right now. It made her stomach feel strange and her chest hurt, but she couldn't say that now. Just in case Bluepaw made a wrong assumption and hurt Azulpaw. She couldn't stand the thought of seeing him hurt again, of seeing him bleeding or choked to death... no, she was going to make sure it didn't happen.
　
Even if he didn't understand now, and even if he never understood, Asterpaw would always remember that she was doing the right thing to keep those she cared for safe. And, hopefully he would be happy with her sister. Her half sister. Maybe they would be friends, maybe they wouldn't. "Oh. Okay." Asterpaw's ears flattened at his chiding words, telling her they couldn't play games... they weren't kits anymore... why shouldn't they play? Why shouldn't she be happy and get to do what she wanted to do since she was doing this for Bluepaw? Why was he being so stuck up and annoying? But, then the grey tom stood up - for her? What was he doing? Was he trying to anger Bluepaw? Her ears flattened further and she backed away, unsure whether she should get in the middle of the two to ensure that fighting didn't break out or leave them to deal with it themselves.
　
The second option seemed to be the best. Besides, nothing happened and Bluepaw turned to her, agreeing to race. "Really?" Her expression changed and she looked surprised before smiling ... genuinely. She didn't really smile very genuinely at him often, but she was doing so now. A good thing, too, because she would have hated to anger the piebald tom about this. Opening her maw to say 'thank you' to Azulpaw, Asterpaw's hues strayed over towards Bluepaw - and she closed it tightly with a frightened look, her ears going back again. Instead she gave him a smile and lowered her head a little before her stance changed once more and she darted after Bluepaw, her tail waving behind her like a flag, her grey-green hues fixed directly on the tree where they were going to be racing to. This was what she was going to miss most. Was Bluepaw going to keep her from playing with her friend?
　
Alabasterpaw wasn't quite as worried when the arguing had come out. She had remained fixed in her own little world, as Azulpaw had called it before - and he had been right, honestly. She lived in a whole other world. A whole other type of world. And she didn't even realize it. Alabasterpaw's hues flashed when he stuck up for her sister, but she kept her maw shut until they were gone before turning on him. "Why'd you step in? She could have handled it herself. It wasn't your place to say anything." The white feline's crystal blue hues flashed for a moment and, for just a second, she looked like she could have killed him right there. As she had tried, and failed, to do so many times. But she wouldn't actually kill him. Alabasterpaw knew where to go without stepping over the lines now. She was going to have to treat this delicately. "Nevermind, love. It's alright. Just relax, hm?" Alabasterpaw brushed herself against him.
　
Apparantly it hadn't been one hundred percent, crystal clear that he was to love her. To stay with her. Never to interfere. "I know you're trying, but she just doesn't appreciate it! I mean, she didn't even say thank you. Not so much as a word before she goes running off after him. And it's going to be the same every time you try. No matter what you do or say, you'll never be good enough for her to pay any attention." This was a lie. Alabasterpaw had seen the look on Asterpaw's face, but she was hoping that the tom's mental state was fragile enough for her to get in and work her way around until she broke him to pieces. Until she made sure that he was down for the count, out for good. "I'm so sorry... but if it's any help, you'll always be good enough for me." A sweet word to make him feel like he was something special, and Alabasterpaw knew that everything was going to be okay.
　
She stared into the distance after the two, a smirk appearing on her normally sweet and flirtatious features. It contorted them into almost ones of hatred, although she wasn't quite that evil. Someday, perhaps she wouldn't have to worry about her sister 'getting in the way.' Someday, perhaps everything would be perfect. Azulpaw would be hers. No memory of any feelings for her sister. Maybe they were gone already, and maybe she could destroy his friendship with her too. She knew Bluepaw was working to do that... at least hopefully. Hopefully the piebald tom understood and would break them apart. Forcefully if needed. But, she wouldn't let him hurt her potential future mate. More like predictable... from the way things were going, with Asterpaw out of the picture? He was all hers. "Come on now, love. I'm here for you." Rarely did she actually call Azulpaw by his name. Always 'love' or 'sweetheart.' Why? She preferred them.

[lone]

(Omg I couldn't stop laughing)
Drizzleshard blinked in disbelief. Had Blazingcomet just... "What did you call me?!" she growled, her tone venomous. She glared at Blazingcomet, staring him into the eye, until she too burst out laughing. Once her laugh had died down a bit, she sputtered, "Seriously though, why Drizzy?" Her posture had relaxed a considerable amount- she was no longer so tense- and the light had returned to her eyes which she now, finally, looked at Blazingcomet with. Thoughts raced through her head. She was looking at the first cat that had made her genuinely happy, not just an armor but catually happy, in... well, since her mate died. She pondered how to tell Blazingcomet this, and finally decided on, "Blazingcomet, you're a... very special cat."
(Oh that was really short sorry)
The tom wasn't quite sure whether to laugh or be uncomfortable, so his chuckle came out as a mix of both. He found the situation funny, but extraordinarily uncomfortable at the same time. It was odd, not having Gingerblossom there to lighten the mood... but, Drizzleshard was doing fine on her own. But, her question made him begin to laugh more and harder. "Be-because..." He coud hardly get the word out for laughing so hard, but once he was through, took a deep breath and regrouped himself, fixing his posture and trying to take on a more impressive stance. "Sorry. It just kind of seemed to fit you, y'know... don't you like it? I think Drizzy is a great nickname. Just rolls right off your tongue, see, say it again - Driz-zy." He sounded the word out, his tail flicking as he did so. Blazingcomet was not one to get into serious talk so early, and pretended not to have heard her words, looking up at the sky or around him as though there was some other Blazingcomet. But, he was a flirt! A mastermind trickster! This was what he did for a living. "I think you're pretty special too, Drizzy boo." That was even funnier then the first, although the tom had to be careful not to laugh. Obviously she was taking this seriously and he wanted to respect that... to the best of his ability, of course. That was all she could ask for him, was his best... right?

[Brilliance]

Asterpaw kept herself pressed against Bluepaw as she noted the rising warning signs of aggression - and she wished the grey tom would keep quiet. Couldn't he tell she was trying to protect him? Well no, of course not. And she was quite confused about how he had ended up with Alabasterpaw. Whether it was a trick, lie, deceit, or something of his own choice she couldn't seem to make up her mind. But, the arguing was beginning to bother her. Couldn't they just walk without having any drama? Without her having to worry that he was going to get ripped apart at any moment? "Bluepaw, Bluepaw calm down..." She lightly brushed her tail against the tom. The best way to approach this without outright telling him that Azulpaw was nowhere near an idiot, while telling the other tom to be quiet and stop trying to argue with everything.
　
Although she didn't want to anger the piebald tom, and she didn't want to get in the middle of the drama... not to mention she was somewhat frightened of Bluepaw. She knew what he could do to her. She knew that he could easily harm her if he wished. And, she also knew that she no longer had someone willing to help her. Which was fine by her, she hadn't wanted the tom to get into trouble anyways... because, as stated before, she hated seeing him hurt. "He's not an idiot or a pest. Okay? Come on, you're a reasonable tom. I'm sure you can handle this in a mature manner. Be friendly." She was careful to keep her body in a neutral stance, her voice quiet and soothing, and stayed alongside him so that he could realize she wasn't trying to pick sides. She was waiting for his permission to speak again. But, they were moving on, and the conversation was over.
　
Maybe she should have just stayed out of it. Though she figured Bluepaw wouldn't be so harsh with his words as to tell her that. Azulpaw probably would... which was why she had liked hanging out with him, he wasn't quite so sugary sweet as Bluepaw was. And yet he was thoughtful. Caring. Why was she thinking about him? No reason for her to, and she was confident soon her thoughts would fade. This had been her promise. And, Asterpaw kept her promises. Azulpaw's words didn't help any more... it made her feel even worse for being around him right now. It made her stomach feel strange and her chest hurt, but she couldn't say that now. Just in case Bluepaw made a wrong assumption and hurt Azulpaw. She couldn't stand the thought of seeing him hurt again, of seeing him bleeding or choked to death... no, she was going to make sure it didn't happen.
　
Even if he didn't understand now, and even if he never understood, Asterpaw would always remember that she was doing the right thing to keep those she cared for safe. And, hopefully he would be happy with her sister. Her half sister. Maybe they would be friends, maybe they wouldn't. "Oh. Okay." Asterpaw's ears flattened at his chiding words, telling her they couldn't play games... they weren't kits anymore... why shouldn't they play? Why shouldn't she be happy and get to do what she wanted to do since she was doing this for Bluepaw? Why was he being so stuck up and annoying? But, then the grey tom stood up - for her? What was he doing? Was he trying to anger Bluepaw? Her ears flattened further and she backed away, unsure whether she should get in the middle of the two to ensure that fighting didn't break out or leave them to deal with it themselves.
　
The second option seemed to be the best. Besides, nothing happened and Bluepaw turned to her, agreeing to race. "Really?" Her expression changed and she looked surprised before smiling ... genuinely. She didn't really smile very genuinely at him often, but she was doing so now. A good thing, too, because she would have hated to anger the piebald tom about this. Opening her maw to say 'thank you' to Azulpaw, Asterpaw's hues strayed over towards Bluepaw - and she closed it tightly with a frightened look, her ears going back again. Instead she gave him a smile and lowered her head a little before her stance changed once more and she darted after Bluepaw, her tail waving behind her like a flag, her grey-green hues fixed directly on the tree where they were going to be racing to. This was what she was going to miss most. Was Bluepaw going to keep her from playing with her friend?
　
Alabasterpaw wasn't quite as worried when the arguing had come out. She had remained fixed in her own little world, as Azulpaw had called it before - and he had been right, honestly. She lived in a whole other world. A whole other type of world. And she didn't even realize it. Alabasterpaw's hues flashed when he stuck up for her sister, but she kept her maw shut until they were gone before turning on him. "Why'd you step in? She could have handled it herself. It wasn't your place to say anything." The white feline's crystal blue hues flashed for a moment and, for just a second, she looked like she could have killed him right there. As she had tried, and failed, to do so many times. But she wouldn't actually kill him. Alabasterpaw knew where to go without stepping over the lines now. She was going to have to treat this delicately. "Nevermind, love. It's alright. Just relax, hm?" Alabasterpaw brushed herself against him.
　
Apparantly it hadn't been one hundred percent, crystal clear that he was to love her. To stay with her. Never to interfere. "I know you're trying, but she just doesn't appreciate it! I mean, she didn't even say thank you. Not so much as a word before she goes running off after him. And it's going to be the same every time you try. No matter what you do or say, you'll never be good enough for her to pay any attention." This was a lie. Alabasterpaw had seen the look on Asterpaw's face, but she was hoping that the tom's mental state was fragile enough for her to get in and work her way around until she broke him to pieces. Until she made sure that he was down for the count, out for good. "I'm so sorry... but if it's any help, you'll always be good enough for me." A sweet word to make him feel like he was something special, and Alabasterpaw knew that everything was going to be okay.
　
She stared into the distance after the two, a smirk appearing on her normally sweet and flirtatious features. It contorted them into almost ones of hatred, although she wasn't quite that evil. Someday, perhaps she wouldn't have to worry about her sister 'getting in the way.' Someday, perhaps everything would be perfect. Azulpaw would be hers. No memory of any feelings for her sister. Maybe they were gone already, and maybe she could destroy his friendship with her too. She knew Bluepaw was working to do that... at least hopefully. Hopefully the piebald tom understood and would break them apart. Forcefully if needed. But, she wouldn't let him hurt her potential future mate. More like predictable... from the way things were going, with Asterpaw out of the picture? He was all hers. "Come on now, love. I'm here for you." Rarely did she actually call Azulpaw by his name. Always 'love' or 'sweetheart.' Why? She preferred them.

All the while Bluepaw was running, his mind flickered to the glowering look upon Azulpaw. The smug expression that the tom displayed, his posture that said he wasn't afraid, and most definitely that idiotic smirk that drove him insane. This was what made him pick up his pace--much faster, as if he were flying and ready to jump and become one with the wind.His pelt was smooth, which was good because the wind felt amazing against his pelt. He always thought smooth pelts were a lot better, until the winter came. Bluepaw thought it was ashamed that the whether couldn't be year round. Like the weather now, it was perfect to him. Except for the rainy days.

His blue eyes looked back, falling onto Asterpaw's hues. A moment of shock flickered in them. He could still feel her touch when she tried to calm him down. Even if he weren't paying much attention to him. Nowadays, he was such a moody feline that not much could keep him calm. Especially that attitude of the grey tom. That smirk, that smug look, those words that rolled off his maw. If Asterpaw wasn't standing right there, he would had blown up and attacked Azulpaw until his blood was on his claws, and the other tom was laying in his pool of blood.

The thought was quite a violent one, and if he voiced his thoughts aloud, he was sure he would hear a mouthload from Grousestar about caring for clan mates. The point was. Bluepaw did not really have a reason to dislike Azulpaw. At all. In fact, the piebald tom thought Azulpaw was a lot better than him. Even before he decided to leave his heart behind. Now, that he was thinking about it...maybe he was hating the wrong cat. Maybe he should had been hating on the cat that was brushing against him, acting as if he was the only object in the world. Giving him affection that she had once provided to him. This made Bluepaw even angrier. The fact that he was kicking up dust didn't bother him. The sudden thought entered into his head; Maybe I should be hurting Alabasterpaw...how hard can it be? Wasn't she a cat with feelings as everyone else was? No. It wasn't that simple. Alabasterpaw didn't seem to show any emotion. And, that's what frightened him. Bluepaw may be able to provide a sinister appearance, but he still had emotions. He had feelings that shone through whenever he was truly compassionate. Nowadays, his energy felt like it was depleting.

Although, he had to admit. It was pretty fun racing. Playing again as he did when he was younger. He could feel the euphoria enter into him as he looked back at Asterpaw, mustering the grandest smile yet. Who knew the tom could even smile? Especially after all that happened. His tail bobbed up and down behind him as he decided to slow down his pace to run alongside Asterpaw. ''I didn't think this would be fun! But, hey!'' He chuckled. It was a rare occurrence seeing him in this condition. He still had bad intentions, but as he was slowly getting into the game, he realized how much he missed playing. The days when he were a younger apprentice with Azulpaw and Silverpaw. The three would sneak into the late night, and indulge in games of chase or capture the lightning bugs. Big smiles would cover their maws, and the memory triggered how much he had missed Azulpaw's company. His terrible, sarcastic attitude, but his wisdom--even at a young age. Perhaps, the tom was envious that Azulpaw had smarts. He had the brains, and the wisdom that put even the elder cats to shame. It was known that Azulpaw liked to test authority by not being simply disrespectful, but to test his limitations.

Just as that memory had came back, it quickly vanished. The tom picked up his speed, forming into sprints as he made his way along the terrain. He still stayed pretty close to Asterpaw, and he felt his nose twitch at her presence. She was the only thing that he made himself stay calm for. He didn't want her to see him full blown. She wasn't like Alabasterpaw. The main difference between the half-sisters was that one of them had a heart. Since Bluepaw knew his heart had dissolved those moons ago, he claimed Asterpaw as his heart. And, if he couldn't be happy, why would he allow others to be happy? Nothing could ever make Alabasterpaw happy. Simply nothing. Bluepaw snickered because he knew Azulpaw would have the toughest life living with Alabasterpaw. Maybe...depending if he lived that long.

Alabasterpaw was sure to drive him into his own death, and Azulpaw would be no problem. Just a memory in the back of their head. Alabasterpaw would move on. Bluepaw was sure of that. After all, he learned his lesson from being with the white demon. Even though the tom was enjoying the race they were in, something made him stop. It made him slow down until he was along side the blue she cat. His eyes had narrowed at her, ''What you said back there?'' He panted, catching a few of his breaths for a moment. ''About Azulpaw not being a pest? Calling me reasonable?'' The ends of his mouth twitched in an annoyed manner, but he kept pushing himself to run. He was not happy that Asterpaw chose to talk at all. Other might think he was exaggerating, acting as if he owned the blue feline,and she didn't have a mind of her own. In a way, Asterpaw had sold her freedom, her life, her commitment to the piebald tom, so he had every right to demand of his potential future mate. And, others? They sit and watch on the sidelines. If they didn't like it, they were free to leave. The tom managed to get close enough to Asterpaw, keeping his body aligned with hers before he skillfully, and quickly reached out to cuff her ear in a sharp bite. Not sharp enough to draw blood, but sharp enough to feel pain. ''I am in charge. You agree with me, okay Asterpaw? Whatever you and that tom had? It's gone. It's over. You're done with him. Unless you want to see him...laying in a pool of his own blood.'' He snarled, lowly, and looked into her eyes to show his determination. ''We can be happy, Asterpaw. All I wish for you to be is happy. Because I love you, and I want us to be a forever. Even in Starclan we'll be together.'' He pleaded to her. Was it hard for her to understand? All he wanted was her to be happy...with him. If she gave him a chance, and stopped worrying about that freak of nature, then they both could be happy. They all could be happy.

Then, the tom started to pick up his pace again, laughing as he did so. ''Let's go, Asterpaw! I know you can be quicker than that!'' He laughed. It was funny how unstable he was being. From being happy, to being cruel, and now? Happy. Who knows how long that would last though.

Azulpaw watched as the two raced on. He imagined everything would be good between them. Alabasterpaw was keeping quiet to him, which also pleased him. The last thing he wanted to do was hear her voice. But, it seemed like he thought too soon, because now she was speaking. Angry at him for stepping in. Azulpaw flicked his tail, and rolled his eyes. He would had groaned at her to shut her up, but he did not feel like fighting with her, ''I didn't know I had a place at all.'' He seethed back, clenching his teeth as he turned to look Alabasterpaw in the eyes. It was ashame that the tom couldn't keep his mouth shut, that he always had to say something that could possibly get him hurt. ''I'm not your slave, you know. I would love it if you stopped treating me as such.'' The tom proceeded to wrap his tail tightly around him as he looked down at his paws. It was where he was most comfortable at for the moment being. He knew she was giving him that stare. That deathly stare that would had killed him on the spot, which was why he looked away. At her next words, the tom slowly looked back up and nodded. ''I'm still perfectly relaxed, if you hadn't noticed.'' He replies calmly. And, truthfully he was very calm. He was serene. What was Alabasterpaw blabbering about? She wasn't worried about the argument before, and now she wanted a say in this?

Azulpaw unwinded his tail from himself as Alabasterpaw brushed up against him again. It was something he would have to get used to. Unlike Asterpaw, Alabasterpaw gave out her affections like a contagious sickness. It was there and ready for you whenever you needed it. Not that Azulpaw minded. He had to get used to it either way.

Azulpaw hadn't seen the smile Asterpaw had provided him before she ran after Bluepaw. The grey tom nodded because he knew Alabasterpaw was right. He looked sullen for a moment, sad that he lost his friend. He couldn't even be friends with her without a big deal blowing up from the white feline and the piebald one. Why did it matter that he and Asterpaw were friends?

Then, it dawned on Azulpaw that Alabasterpaw was an attention seeker. She looked like the jealous type, and it was obvious that she held some envy towards her half sister. The fact that it was known that Azulpaw was quite fond of the blue she cat. In order to turn things around, Azulpaw knew that he must try harder. To prove himself to Alabasterpaw that he would keep his promise, and not allow Asterpaw to interfere with their future. Azulpaw was practically feeding into her lies. The words he was saying to him, he was soaking into them. If Asterpaw could be happy, why couldn't he? He had a potential future with Alabasterpaw. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Azulpaw decided to lean closer to Alabasterpaw, brushing his pelt with hers as he wrapped his tail loosely around them. ''Ah, I know what this is about,'' he started, his voice low as he pushed his muzzle to her ear. ''This is about Asterpaw, isn't it?'' He pulled back, a small smile coming onto his maw as he thought about the blue feline. He didn't feel completely comfortable with the affection he was providing towards Alabasterpaw, but it was something he was holding himself to. ''You don't have anything to worry about, Alabasterpaw. I would never do that to you. She's history, but you're my future. Did I not promise that I would love you? Well, along with that promise came loyalty and faithfulness.'' He gave her a light nuzzle. It was all about trust and belief when it came to any relationship. So far, it seemed like Alabasterpaw wasn't trusting the tom. Even if he were allowed to be around Asterpaw alone, and Alabasterpaw was his mate, he could never find himself cheating on his current mate. It felt wrong to him.

''Learn to stop thinking about Asterpaw so much.'' He playfully bumped his head to hers. He wondered if she liked to play as much as Asterpaw did. Not torment others as a game for fun, but as well going into a race to meet the others. So, the tom playfully entered into a crouch, looking up at Alabasterpaw with a light to his yellow hues. ''Wanna race?'' He asked, his tail swishing side to side in the air as he waited for her answer.

It was going to be a long way, but since he was in it already--might as well live up to it.

[lone]

All the while Bluepaw was running, his mind flickered to the glowering look upon Azulpaw. The smug expression that the tom displayed, his posture that said he wasn't afraid, and most definitely that idiotic smirk that drove him insane. This was what made him pick up his pace--much faster, as if he were flying and ready to jump and become one with the wind.His pelt was smooth, which was good because the wind felt amazing against his pelt. He always thought smooth pelts were a lot better, until the winter came. Bluepaw thought it was ashamed that the whether couldn't be year round. Like the weather now, it was perfect to him. Except for the rainy days.

His blue eyes looked back, falling onto Asterpaw's hues. A moment of shock flickered in them. He could still feel her touch when she tried to calm him down. Even if he weren't paying much attention to him. Nowadays, he was such a moody feline that not much could keep him calm. Especially that attitude of the grey tom. That smirk, that smug look, those words that rolled off his maw. If Asterpaw wasn't standing right there, he would had blown up and attacked Azulpaw until his blood was on his claws, and the other tom was laying in his pool of blood.

The thought was quite a violent one, and if he voiced his thoughts aloud, he was sure he would hear a mouthload from Grousestar about caring for clan mates. The point was. Bluepaw did not really have a reason to dislike Azulpaw. At all. In fact, the piebald tom thought Azulpaw was a lot better than him. Even before he decided to leave his heart behind. Now, that he was thinking about it...maybe he was hating the wrong cat. Maybe he should had been hating on the cat that was brushing against him, acting as if he was the only object in the world. Giving him affection that she had once provided to him. This made Bluepaw even angrier. The fact that he was kicking up dust didn't bother him. The sudden thought entered into his head; Maybe I should be hurting Alabasterpaw...how hard can it be? Wasn't she a cat with feelings as everyone else was? No. It wasn't that simple. Alabasterpaw didn't seem to show any emotion. And, that's what frightened him. Bluepaw may be able to provide a sinister appearance, but he still had emotions. He had feelings that shone through whenever he was truly compassionate. Nowadays, his energy felt like it was depleting.

Although, he had to admit. It was pretty fun racing. Playing again as he did when he was younger. He could feel the euphoria enter into him as he looked back at Asterpaw, mustering the grandest smile yet. Who knew the tom could even smile? Especially after all that happened. His tail bobbed up and down behind him as he decided to slow down his pace to run alongside Asterpaw. ''I didn't think this would be fun! But, hey!'' He chuckled. It was a rare occurrence seeing him in this condition. He still had bad intentions, but as he was slowly getting into the game, he realized how much he missed playing. The days when he were a younger apprentice with Azulpaw and Silverpaw. The three would sneak into the late night, and indulge in games of chase or capture the lightning bugs. Big smiles would cover their maws, and the memory triggered how much he had missed Azulpaw's company. His terrible, sarcastic attitude, but his wisdom--even at a young age. Perhaps, the tom was envious that Azulpaw had smarts. He had the brains, and the wisdom that put even the elder cats to shame. It was known that Azulpaw liked to test authority by not being simply disrespectful, but to test his limitations.

Just as that memory had came back, it quickly vanished. The tom picked up his speed, forming into sprints as he made his way along the terrain. He still stayed pretty close to Asterpaw, and he felt his nose twitch at her presence. She was the only thing that he made himself stay calm for. He didn't want her to see him full blown. She wasn't like Alabasterpaw. The main difference between the half-sisters was that one of them had a heart. Since Bluepaw knew his heart had dissolved those moons ago, he claimed Asterpaw as his heart. And, if he couldn't be happy, why would he allow others to be happy? Nothing could ever make Alabasterpaw happy. Simply nothing. Bluepaw snickered because he knew Azulpaw would have the toughest life living with Alabasterpaw. Maybe...depending if he lived that long.

Alabasterpaw was sure to drive him into his own death, and Azulpaw would be no problem. Just a memory in the back of their head. Alabasterpaw would move on. Bluepaw was sure of that. After all, he learned his lesson from being with the white demon. Even though the tom was enjoying the race they were in, something made him stop. It made him slow down until he was along side the blue she cat. His eyes had narrowed at her, ''What you said back there?'' He panted, catching a few of his breaths for a moment. ''About Azulpaw not being a pest? Calling me reasonable?'' The ends of his mouth twitched in an annoyed manner, but he kept pushing himself to run. He was not happy that Asterpaw chose to talk at all. Other might think he was exaggerating, acting as if he owned the blue feline,and she didn't have a mind of her own. In a way, Asterpaw had sold her freedom, her life, her commitment to the piebald tom, so he had every right to demand of his potential future mate. And, others? They sit and watch on the sidelines. If they didn't like it, they were free to leave. The tom managed to get close enough to Asterpaw, keeping his body aligned with hers before he skillfully, and quickly reached out to cuff her ear in a sharp bite. Not sharp enough to draw blood, but sharp enough to feel pain. ''I am in charge. You agree with me, okay Asterpaw? Whatever you and that tom had? It's gone. It's over. You're done with him. Unless you want to see him...laying in a pool of his own blood.'' He snarled, lowly, and looked into her eyes to show his determination. ''We can be happy, Asterpaw. All I wish for you to be is happy. Because I love you, and I want us to be a forever. Even in Starclan we'll be together.'' He pleaded to her. Was it hard for her to understand? All he wanted was her to be happy...with him. If she gave him a chance, and stopped worrying about that freak of nature, then they both could be happy. They all could be happy.

Then, the tom started to pick up his pace again, laughing as he did so. ''Let's go, Asterpaw! I know you can be quicker than that!'' He laughed. It was funny how unstable he was being. From being happy, to being cruel, and now? Happy. Who knows how long that would last though.

Azulpaw watched as the two raced on. He imagined everything would be good between them. Alabasterpaw was keeping quiet to him, which also pleased him. The last thing he wanted to do was hear her voice. But, it seemed like he thought too soon, because now she was speaking. Angry at him for stepping in. Azulpaw flicked his tail, and rolled his eyes. He would had groaned at her to shut her up, but he did not feel like fighting with her, ''I didn't know I had a place at all.'' He seethed back, clenching his teeth as he turned to look Alabasterpaw in the eyes. It was ashame that the tom couldn't keep his mouth shut, that he always had to say something that could possibly get him hurt. ''I'm not your slave, you know. I would love it if you stopped treating me as such.'' The tom proceeded to wrap his tail tightly around him as he looked down at his paws. It was where he was most comfortable at for the moment being. He knew she was giving him that stare. That deathly stare that would had killed him on the spot, which was why he looked away. At her next words, the tom slowly looked back up and nodded. ''I'm still perfectly relaxed, if you hadn't noticed.'' He replies calmly. And, truthfully he was very calm. He was serene. What was Alabasterpaw blabbering about? She wasn't worried about the argument before, and now she wanted a say in this?

Azulpaw unwinded his tail from himself as Alabasterpaw brushed up against him again. It was something he would have to get used to. Unlike Asterpaw, Alabasterpaw gave out her affections like a contagious sickness. It was there and ready for you whenever you needed it. Not that Azulpaw minded. He had to get used to it either way.

Azulpaw hadn't seen the smile Asterpaw had provided him before she ran after Bluepaw. The grey tom nodded because he knew Alabasterpaw was right. He looked sullen for a moment, sad that he lost his friend. He couldn't even be friends with her without a big deal blowing up from the white feline and the piebald one. Why did it matter that he and Asterpaw were friends?

Then, it dawned on Azulpaw that Alabasterpaw was an attention seeker. She looked like the jealous type, and it was obvious that she held some envy towards her half sister. The fact that it was known that Azulpaw was quite fond of the blue she cat. In order to turn things around, Azulpaw knew that he must try harder. To prove himself to Alabasterpaw that he would keep his promise, and not allow Asterpaw to interfere with their future. Azulpaw was practically feeding into her lies. The words he was saying to him, he was soaking into them. If Asterpaw could be happy, why couldn't he? He had a potential future with Alabasterpaw. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Azulpaw decided to lean closer to Alabasterpaw, brushing his pelt with hers as he wrapped his tail loosely around them. ''Ah, I know what this is about,'' he started, his voice low as he pushed his muzzle to her ear. ''This is about Asterpaw, isn't it?'' He pulled back, a small smile coming onto his maw as he thought about the blue feline. He didn't feel completely comfortable with the affection he was providing towards Alabasterpaw, but it was something he was holding himself to. ''You don't have anything to worry about, Alabasterpaw. I would never do that to you. She's history, but you're my future. Did I not promise that I would love you? Well, along with that promise came loyalty and faithfulness.'' He gave her a light nuzzle. It was all about trust and belief when it came to any relationship. So far, it seemed like Alabasterpaw wasn't trusting the tom. Even if he were allowed to be around Asterpaw alone, and Alabasterpaw was his mate, he could never find himself cheating on his current mate. It felt wrong to him.

''Learn to stop thinking about Asterpaw so much.'' He playfully bumped his head to hers. He wondered if she liked to play as much as Asterpaw did. Not torment others as a game for fun, but as well going into a race to meet the others. So, the tom playfully entered into a crouch, looking up at Alabasterpaw with a light to his yellow hues. ''Wanna race?'' He asked, his tail swishing side to side in the air as he waited for her answer.


It was going to be a long way, but since he was in it already--might as well live up to it.
Asterpaw was stunned as the tom bit her ear. What was he doing? Scaring her, that was what. He was frightening her and she didn't know what to do about it. Asterpaw was quite scared of Bluepaw at that moment, and she skidded to a stop, stumbling over her paws slightly as she stared at him as though he had just betrayed her. And, in a way, he had. He'd betrayed what she thought of him. Why couldn't he go back to being the nice, friendly tom that she thought she would be happy with? He'd been enjoying the race! But now, she was scared to run alongside him. I am in charge. In charge? What did that mean? She had thought that he loved her, but... he didn't. Which she understood. There was no going back, there was no going fowards, and she had sold herself into slavery. Into being with this tom forever until they both would die. Perhaps she could escape him in StarClan.
　
Since she was quite sure a tom with such horrible thoughts and feelings was not going to StarClan. Ever. Not unless he went through a serious change, and Asterpaw was certain it was too late for that. Her expression changed and she looked frightened as she glanced at him. "Why do you hate Azulpaw so much? What did he do?" She asked, her ears going back. Her ear still hurt. Why had he bitten her, that was the real question. Asterpaw didn't understand how he could talk of love and yet be so horrible. He scared her. She was never going to be happy with him, and she hoped that Azulpaw would have a better future then she would. Now that she had steadied her mental state and it was no longer fluctuating between hatred and calmness, Asterpaw was able to see what she had done. For real this time. What had she done? Given herself away?
　
Did Bluepaw even need her anymore? She doubted it. He seemed happy enough without Alabasterpaw, and he'd seemed to be calm enough when she had been attacking his former best friend. The truth of the matter was, she didn't trust him. At all. How were they supposed to have a relationship, something built on trust, if she didn't believe that he was trustworthy? There wasn't really a way to. She knew that Bluepaw must be right. Whatever she and Azulpaw had was gone now, and Asterpaw was unhappy about it. Honestly she was downright furious, but she'd survive; everything would have to be okay. She needed to stay strong and keep her head up, and she wouldn't allow Bluepaw to get her down. She couldn't allow him to. Seeing the satisfaction on his features of knowing that he had won would be too much for her, but... he was breaking her apart.
　
Bit by bit, piece by piece, every part of her previous life was dissolving before her hues and she didn't know what to do about it. There was nothing she could do. Time to embrace what her future was and know that she was doing the right thing. Azulpaw would be safe. Bluepaw wouldn't dare attack him, not in front of her, and she would always be with him. He could do whatever he liked to her, but she would never let him hurt her friend again. All those talks... those memories... they were gone from her now. And then Bluepaw was taking off again, but Asterpaw had lost her drive to play. It was gone, just like her happiness in that moment - although undoubtedly it would return. He could never take who she was away from her. He could never intentionally break her, because she wouldn't let him. She would keep herself as safe as possible.
　
Herself and those she loved. It was a scary thought, knowing that she might one day die for them... but would she? I would do the same. She'd told Azulpaw that when he had given his life for her - and even though he hadn't necessarily died, he'd come pretty darn close and it was the same concept. He'd been willing to. And Asterpaw had told him that she would do the same. But, would she? Had she been lying in that moment? The only way to really know was to be involved in a situation where that would be an option. Getting up she began to race after him again, reaching the tree and stopping. The light in her hues had gone away, and her excited expression had gone with it. Whether she wanted him to or not, Bluepaw was taking who she was little by little. Piece by piece. Bit by bit he was breaking her apart and he was glad about it, this she knew. And the worst part was that she didn't have a way to stop him from doing it.
　
"Well now you know. I'm first, you're second, and it'll always be that way. Because I'm strong and you're weak." Whether she believed that or not wasn't important. The important thing to remember here was that Alabasterpaw just needed to get in his head. Mess with his confidence, break him apart until all of his sarcasm and everything that made Azulpaw himself was gone. Until she had turned him into an obedient slave, although he said he wasn't. And honestly, Alabasterpaw thought he was. Clearly he was with her. Clearly he was staying with her as she had ordered, and she was glad for his loyalty. It had never been a huge thing for her, after all - the she cat was known for her disloyalty, and moving around like a snake... striking in one place then another. Yes, it was rough having the white feline around. Rougher then anyone might think.
　
Never had the apprentice thought of Azulpaw as necessarily being... touchy, honestly. He seemed like the type of cat to give you your space and be around when you needed him. But, Alabasterpaw was glad that he was. "Glad to know you've given in. You didn't have anything to gain from fighting - and now we can be happy." Or at least, I can. She still wasn't sure whether or not the darker tom was trustworthy. But she was choosing to believe him. Perhaps she wanted to, perhaps she thought he was through with fighting, perhaps it was a mix of both. But either way, Alabasterpaw would be okay. She would be happy. As long as the tom kept true to his word she would be. If he didn't, well... she'd almost killed him once and she could finish the job the next time an occasion came up. Which would be if he ever... and she did mean ever... broke her trust.
　
Racing was not one of Alabasterpaw's favorite things to do. It was hard, and she got dirty doing it... anything involving those two things was sure to be something Alabasterpaw would avoid. Unless she was fighting. Fighting was her only exception. It was one of the only things she was happy to do and get messy doing it. But, if it would keep him on her side... then sure, why not. "Bet you can't catch me." She purred, brushing her tail alongside him as she took off. This was a game she often played with toms, 'bet you can't catch me...' better known as tag, really, but she was constantly having fun with it. It made the challenge of catching them a little bit harder. Though it appeared all she had to do was threaten his loved ones and bam, her dream guy was caught and she was able to rip him away from her sister. This was a better way of hurting the blue feline... and hopefully him at the same time.

[AbsurdJinx]

(She hasn't told anybody about it as of current so yeah. =^^=) (And thank you! 😄)

The wiry feline had not expected something like this to be said from Mousejump, and the sudden question – the reasons for she did not want to explain – made the younger she-cat become defensive towards her mother, bright eyes narrowing slightly.
"It didn't." She said, not questioning the sudden dryness that her voice had assumed. Anger was still something that Ebonyfrost was learning to control. She was by nature easily irritated, and those things that pressed the boundaries of what she shared with anyone but her own mind often set her on edge. She knew that her defensive nature did not help to hide it, but she couldn't really help it.

"And I show nothing because I feel nothing. What's the use in emotion?" She knew that the lie could easily be seen through. Nobody felt nothing, and she often felt deeply, but it was easier than having to explain something which she herself did not fully understand. Perhaps the tuxedo would be seen as weak in her own mother's eyes if she dared to reveal that she different, perhaps lesser, than the others of the clan. Stupid thoughts, she knew, but she couldn't end how she had always reacted to such things.

"Nothing's wrong at all."
Mousejump couldn't help but stare at Ebonyfrost with suspicious disbelief. After all, she was the one to raise the she-cat beside her, and she was a mouse if she didn't doubt her daughter. Ebonyfrost was obviously hiding something, which did spark much concern in Mousejump. Whatever was hidden - could it bring harm to Ebonyfrost? This single possibility was what primarily drove Mousejump to further investigate. ``Oh, honey, you clearly feel emotions. I know something's wrong. Why don't you confide in me, Ebonyfrost? I just want to help you.`` Her tone was motherly, gentle yet somewhat firm, as to get her point across.

Mousejump herself often struggled with anger. She was a fiery feline, but when it came to her kits, she was the most gentle she-cat anybody could ever meet. Usually her irritable nature would show when she was overwhelmed. Otherwise, her wise conscience warned her to remain calm. Mousejump was also very stubborn, and would not give in without a fight. She would find out what her daughter was hiding - no doubt about it. Though it may take lots of persistence and time, Mousejump would do anything for her offspring - but first, she had to know what was wrong.

[Brilliance]

Asterpaw was stunned as the tom bit her ear. What was he doing? Scaring her, that was what. He was frightening her and she didn't know what to do about it. Asterpaw was quite scared of Bluepaw at that moment, and she skidded to a stop, stumbling over her paws slightly as she stared at him as though he had just betrayed her. And, in a way, he had. He'd betrayed what she thought of him. Why couldn't he go back to being the nice, friendly tom that she thought she would be happy with? He'd been enjoying the race! But now, she was scared to run alongside him. I am in charge. In charge? What did that mean? She had thought that he loved her, but... he didn't. Which she understood. There was no going back, there was no going fowards, and she had sold herself into slavery. Into being with this tom forever until they both would die. Perhaps she could escape him in StarClan.
　
Since she was quite sure a tom with such horrible thoughts and feelings was not going to StarClan. Ever. Not unless he went through a serious change, and Asterpaw was certain it was too late for that. Her expression changed and she looked frightened as she glanced at him. "Why do you hate Azulpaw so much? What did he do?" She asked, her ears going back. Her ear still hurt. Why had he bitten her, that was the real question. Asterpaw didn't understand how he could talk of love and yet be so horrible. He scared her. She was never going to be happy with him, and she hoped that Azulpaw would have a better future then she would. Now that she had steadied her mental state and it was no longer fluctuating between hatred and calmness, Asterpaw was able to see what she had done. For real this time. What had she done? Given herself away?
　
Did Bluepaw even need her anymore? She doubted it. He seemed happy enough without Alabasterpaw, and he'd seemed to be calm enough when she had been attacking his former best friend. The truth of the matter was, she didn't trust him. At all. How were they supposed to have a relationship, something built on trust, if she didn't believe that he was trustworthy? There wasn't really a way to. She knew that Bluepaw must be right. Whatever she and Azulpaw had was gone now, and Asterpaw was unhappy about it. Honestly she was downright furious, but she'd survive; everything would have to be okay. She needed to stay strong and keep her head up, and she wouldn't allow Bluepaw to get her down. She couldn't allow him to. Seeing the satisfaction on his features of knowing that he had won would be too much for her, but... he was breaking her apart.
　
Bit by bit, piece by piece, every part of her previous life was dissolving before her hues and she didn't know what to do about it. There was nothing she could do. Time to embrace what her future was and know that she was doing the right thing. Azulpaw would be safe. Bluepaw wouldn't dare attack him, not in front of her, and she would always be with him. He could do whatever he liked to her, but she would never let him hurt her friend again. All those talks... those memories... they were gone from her now. And then Bluepaw was taking off again, but Asterpaw had lost her drive to play. It was gone, just like her happiness in that moment - although undoubtedly it would return. He could never take who she was away from her. He could never intentionally break her, because she wouldn't let him. She would keep herself as safe as possible.
　
Herself and those she loved. It was a scary thought, knowing that she might one day die for them... but would she? I would do the same. She'd told Azulpaw that when he had given his life for her - and even though he hadn't necessarily died, he'd come pretty darn close and it was the same concept. He'd been willing to. And Asterpaw had told him that she would do the same. But, would she? Had she been lying in that moment? The only way to really know was to be involved in a situation where that would be an option. Getting up she began to race after him again, reaching the tree and stopping. The light in her hues had gone away, and her excited expression had gone with it. Whether she wanted him to or not, Bluepaw was taking who she was little by little. Piece by piece. Bit by bit he was breaking her apart and he was glad about it, this she knew. And the worst part was that she didn't have a way to stop him from doing it.
　
"Well now you know. I'm first, you're second, and it'll always be that way. Because I'm strong and you're weak." Whether she believed that or not wasn't important. The important thing to remember here was that Alabasterpaw just needed to get in his head. Mess with his confidence, break him apart until all of his sarcasm and everything that made Azulpaw himself was gone. Until she had turned him into an obedient slave, although he said he wasn't. And honestly, Alabasterpaw thought he was. Clearly he was with her. Clearly he was staying with her as she had ordered, and she was glad for his loyalty. It had never been a huge thing for her, after all - the she cat was known for her disloyalty, and moving around like a snake... striking in one place then another. Yes, it was rough having the white feline around. Rougher then anyone might think.
　
Never had the apprentice thought of Azulpaw as necessarily being... touchy, honestly. He seemed like the type of cat to give you your space and be around when you needed him. But, Alabasterpaw was glad that he was. "Glad to know you've given in. You didn't have anything to gain from fighting - and now we can be happy." Or at least, I can. She still wasn't sure whether or not the darker tom was trustworthy. But she was choosing to believe him. Perhaps she wanted to, perhaps she thought he was through with fighting, perhaps it was a mix of both. But either way, Alabasterpaw would be okay. She would be happy. As long as the tom kept true to his word she would be. If he didn't, well... she'd almost killed him once and she could finish the job the next time an occasion came up. Which would be if he ever... and she did mean ever... broke her trust.
　
Racing was not one of Alabasterpaw's favorite things to do. It was hard, and she got dirty doing it... anything involving those two things was sure to be something Alabasterpaw would avoid. Unless she was fighting. Fighting was her only exception. It was one of the only things she was happy to do and get messy doing it. But, if it would keep him on her side... then sure, why not. "Bet you can't catch me." She purred, brushing her tail alongside him as she took off. This was a game she often played with toms, 'bet you can't catch me...' better known as tag, really, but she was constantly having fun with it. It made the challenge of catching them a little bit harder. Though it appeared all she had to do was threaten his loved ones and bam, her dream guy was caught and she was able to rip him away from her sister. This was a better way of hurting the blue feline... and hopefully him at the same time.

Perhaps what Bluepaw did was a bit...over the line. Biting her, and drawing pain. But, at that moment, the tom cease to care. In a way she was taking up for Azulpaw back there. And, she knew how much he hated that smug grey tom. Not that he had any reason to at all. As he took off, he noticed that she had stopped following. He turned his head back and flicked his tail. What was she waiting on? Who was she waiting for? She looked hurt. Startled. Shocked. Did she not expect him to do such a thing to her? When he was about to step back up to her, he stopped at her words. His eyes narrowed. She didn't have the right to ask that. She didn't have a right to talk at all. The piebald tom turned his head, for he didn't know how to answer her question. If, he could at all. It was quite a complicated manner that he didn't know himself. He recalled how he watched calmly as Alabasterpaw attacked his best friend. How he sat there and did nothing, but Asterpaw had come to save the day, much to their displeasure. He recalled how Azulpaw used to make fun of him for training all the time. To which Bluepaw simply wanted to impress his mentor. Then, the two would begin a friendly play match to which Bluepaw would win. There was a lot of good and bad memories that the two shared, and nothing for Bluepaw to have a reason that he hated the other tom.

''Asterpaw,'' He said her name softly as he turned his head to look back at her. He wasn't afraid to stare her in her hues with his blue ones. He wanted to appear sincere--and he had been. He was being sincere at the moment, being caught off guard to why he acted in such a manner. He didn't want her to be afraid of him. No, no , desperately not. He wanted her to accept his love for her now, which would eventually flourish something brilliant once they were warriors. ''Don't ask silly questions. I don't hate, Azulpaw. He's my...best friend.'' Probably too much of a vague word to use. Especially with the atmosphere being too foggy to tell what truly was going on with the downfall of their relationship. It was a basis though, in which Bluepaw was finished with the topic because he hated discussing things when it came to the grey feline.

As he approached Asterpaw calmly, she was already racing again towards the tree, seemingly fuming at what took place. Bluepaw hissed under his breath. He couldn't allow her to escape him, out of his grasp. He was sure that she would develop a mind of her own and wander off. That was something he couldn't allow to happen. Somehow, the tom knew he had to experiment with the way Alabasterpaw think. The way she exaggerated the truth, that made it seem it was never a lie. The way she had Azulpaw hooked on her every word. How did she ever do it? Was it because her good looks distracted others from whatever she was saying? Was it the touchiness? The sweet voice? All of which Bluepaw did not possess?

Whatever it was, it ceased to matter. Bluepaw had other things to worry about. The tom quickly caught up to Asterpaw, and he approached her cautiously. It was time to put on the innocent act, the naive one, the desperate one that would make others pity him and automatically forgive him. The tom winded around the tree, flicking his tail,and pinning his ears against his head. ''I'm sorry, Asterpaw. I didn't know what came over me.'' He says. He blinked his eyes, hoping they looked sincere enough for her to forgive him, let alone talk to him. ''I'm just frustrated right now!'' He fumed, stomping one of his paws to the ground, as he sat near her, and wrapped his tail tightly around his paws. ''I feel that I will lose you...to him. Which is why I hate him because I know you would choose him in a heartbeat.'' He looked away from her, kneading his claw to the ground.The dirt felt good to him, despite it getting his claws dirty. ''I'm insecure, Asterpaw--if you hadn't noticed.'' Slowly, he turns his hues to look back at her, hoping that he had at least webbed her in his sincerity. It wasn't hard for him to play pretend, in fact it was his favorite game. Something that he would play with Asterpaw often. ''I'll try my absolute best to be gentle with you,'' He purred, but even through that it was deceit. Lies, but his innocence covered it all. Above all, before his first heartbreak, the tom was innocent. Too innocent for his own good.

Who knew heart breaks could do such a thing to another cat. It was a shame really, and in the past. Therefore, it would be left alone, but Bluepaw was quite the vengeful feline. Even if he didn't get revenge today--or tomorrow, You would never see the last of him. Bright blue friendly eyes with a broken hearted stone laying in pieces around them. ''I promise. I don't know what came over me. I'm just jealous.'' He says, and in the distance he could see Alabasterpaw and Azulpaw frolicking around. In that moment, it seemed like the two shared a genuine love for each other. Only, then he reprimanded himself that a fool would only believe that Alabasterpaw would be in love with them. ''Have you ever just been jealous, Asterpaw? I believe we've all been there before.'' He replied calmly, and brought up one of his paws to give it a quick lick before drawing it over his head, and staring at her slyly.

Azulpaw stared at Alabasterpaw in an alarming way. She sure was forceful, that was honest. Then, his look changed into one of indifference as if he didn't care. Yet, he didn't. ''Whatever keeps you alive, love.'' He replied with an uncaring attitude as he got up and flicked his tail. Space was definitely needed between them. One thing the tom knew was that he if he was deemed loyal and trustworthy, Alabasterpaw would leave him alone. Allow him to roam without her constant presence. In fact, he knew a lot about her disloyalty, and the fact that she would flirt with any male she sets her eyes on. A part of him would feel hurt, then another part of him would had seen it coming. Come on, she was Alasbaserpaw. She got whatever she wanted.

How did she get him, again?

Why did she want him in the first place?

Azulpaw felt it was his attitude, the fact that he didn't want her. Which probably drove her to want something she couldn't have. Her drive to be with him, in some of the most ridiculous ways amused him slightly. The fact she wanted him dead just because he didn't want her. Then, she threatened his family. She threatened to keep him alive to watch her torment the ones he love. Azulpaw knew he was forced. Making sure she was desired because he wanted his love ones to be safe. The tom didn't care about many cats, but those he did care about, he wold do absolutely anything to keep them safe. Which came to the safe path. Azulpaw felt that he would guide them along that path, but he would be on the dangerous path just to make sure they stayed on the safe path.

''I didn't give in.'' His attitude was still there, never leaving if she thought it would. There was so much she could take from him, but his intelligence, his attitude was something sacred that he would keep no matter what. Even if it got him in trouble. Even if it got him killed. ''Someone has insecurity issues, so I was forced into this mess.'' It was funny how he was sweet one moment, and being spiteful the next. It was fun playing around with her because he knew that she didn't take care to whatever he said. She was always living in her own world. She was the star, she lived in the limelight, everyone bowed down to her. At least, in her world. The tom refused to have his happiness, his freedom taken away when he willingly--yet was forced into this relationship. ''But, that won't make me love you any less, darling.'' He added, something sweet, yet was very sarcastic in the manner.

Yeah...one of us is going to be happier more than the other, he thought as he braced himself for her touch. He let a purr slide out of his own maw at hearing hers, and once she was taking off, the tom ran in pursuit. Playing games would always remind him of Asterpaw. Whenever they were near trees, and she would threaten to push him out of it...or when they sarcastically would play around of who was the master...or even just running in general. Nothing out of the ordinary, just two friends being...their age. Bluepaw and Alabasterpaw was the problem. Never had Azulpaw thought Bluepaw would become such a...cat. However, the tom also knew that as time passed, cats change. Everyone changes. He was changing whether he liked it not. Asterpaw would change. Silverpaw would change. All of his friends would change. The only question was; for better or for worst?

The grey tom cleared his mind, and he picked up his pace to follow the white willowy feline. He could imagine he was running after Asterpaw. But, no. That would make him even worse than how he felt now. So,he kept his target as Alabasterpaw. Running after her as if she were the prey and he was the predator. He pondered whether he would pin her against the ground, but he didn't want to hear her cries of pain because dirt got on her pelt. Something he also remembered what Asterpaw told him, and it made him laugh.

Why not? For now he would enjoy himself.

[Sage]

paxil

Sweetpaw padded sloppily through the forest. He gave a slight yawn and widened his eyes. He stretched his front paws out and his tail tip flickered angrily from side to side. Sweetpaw stood back up and gave his cream colored chest a quick lick. He continued padding through the forest. The ginger coated tom looked up at the forest canopy above and smiled. The forest is so beautiful at this time of day. So I can finally get a good nap in. He yawned again and spotted a sunny clearing up ahead.
He steadily bounded across the forest floor until he reached the clearing. The blazing sun above warmed his pelt. Sweetpaw flopped down and sighed. He closed his eyes and yawned. Finally, a good nap. I can finally get away from all those dumb chores and ugh...Nightgaze. Training is so stupid and boring, i mean, why can't we teach ourselves? Sweetpaw let himself relax, trying to drift off into sleep.

[lone]

Perhaps what Bluepaw did was a bit...over the line. Biting her, and drawing pain. But, at that moment, the tom cease to care. In a way she was taking up for Azulpaw back there. And, she knew how much he hated that smug grey tom. Not that he had any reason to at all. As he took off, he noticed that she had stopped following. He turned his head back and flicked his tail. What was she waiting on? Who was she waiting for? She looked hurt. Startled. Shocked. Did she not expect him to do such a thing to her? When he was about to step back up to her, he stopped at her words. His eyes narrowed. She didn't have the right to ask that. She didn't have a right to talk at all. The piebald tom turned his head, for he didn't know how to answer her question. If, he could at all. It was quite a complicated manner that he didn't know himself. He recalled how he watched calmly as Alabasterpaw attacked his best friend. How he sat there and did nothing, but Asterpaw had come to save the day, much to their displeasure. He recalled how Azulpaw used to make fun of him for training all the time. To which Bluepaw simply wanted to impress his mentor. Then, the two would begin a friendly play match to which Bluepaw would win. There was a lot of good and bad memories that the two shared, and nothing for Bluepaw to have a reason that he hated the other tom.

''Asterpaw,'' He said her name softly as he turned his head to look back at her. He wasn't afraid to stare her in her hues with his blue ones. He wanted to appear sincere--and he had been. He was being sincere at the moment, being caught off guard to why he acted in such a manner. He didn't want her to be afraid of him. No, no , desperately not. He wanted her to accept his love for her now, which would eventually flourish something brilliant once they were warriors. ''Don't ask silly questions. I don't hate, Azulpaw. He's my...best friend.'' Probably too much of a vague word to use. Especially with the atmosphere being too foggy to tell what truly was going on with the downfall of their relationship. It was a basis though, in which Bluepaw was finished with the topic because he hated discussing things when it came to the grey feline.

As he approached Asterpaw calmly, she was already racing again towards the tree, seemingly fuming at what took place. Bluepaw hissed under his breath. He couldn't allow her to escape him, out of his grasp. He was sure that she would develop a mind of her own and wander off. That was something he couldn't allow to happen. Somehow, the tom knew he had to experiment with the way Alabasterpaw think. The way she exaggerated the truth, that made it seem it was never a lie. The way she had Azulpaw hooked on her every word. How did she ever do it? Was it because her good looks distracted others from whatever she was saying? Was it the touchiness? The sweet voice? All of which Bluepaw did not possess?

Whatever it was, it ceased to matter. Bluepaw had other things to worry about. The tom quickly caught up to Asterpaw, and he approached her cautiously. It was time to put on the innocent act, the naive one, the desperate one that would make others pity him and automatically forgive him. The tom winded around the tree, flicking his tail,and pinning his ears against his head. ''I'm sorry, Asterpaw. I didn't know what came over me.'' He says. He blinked his eyes, hoping they looked sincere enough for her to forgive him, let alone talk to him. ''I'm just frustrated right now!'' He fumed, stomping one of his paws to the ground, as he sat near her, and wrapped his tail tightly around his paws. ''I feel that I will lose you...to him. Which is why I hate him because I know you would choose him in a heartbeat.'' He looked away from her, kneading his claw to the ground.The dirt felt good to him, despite it getting his claws dirty. ''I'm insecure, Asterpaw--if you hadn't noticed.'' Slowly, he turns his hues to look back at her, hoping that he had at least webbed her in his sincerity. It wasn't hard for him to play pretend, in fact it was his favorite game. Something that he would play with Asterpaw often. ''I'll try my absolute best to be gentle with you,'' He purred, but even through that it was deceit. Lies, but his innocence covered it all. Above all, before his first heartbreak, the tom was innocent. Too innocent for his own good.

Who knew heart breaks could do such a thing to another cat. It was a shame really, and in the past. Therefore, it would be left alone, but Bluepaw was quite the vengeful feline. Even if he didn't get revenge today--or tomorrow, You would never see the last of him. Bright blue friendly eyes with a broken hearted stone laying in pieces around them. ''I promise. I don't know what came over me. I'm just jealous.'' He says, and in the distance he could see Alabasterpaw and Azulpaw frolicking around. In that moment, it seemed like the two shared a genuine love for each other. Only, then he reprimanded himself that a fool would only believe that Alabasterpaw would be in love with them. ''Have you ever just been jealous, Asterpaw? I believe we've all been there before.'' He replied calmly, and brought up one of his paws to give it a quick lick before drawing it over his head, and staring at her slyly.

Azulpaw stared at Alabasterpaw in an alarming way. She sure was forceful, that was honest. Then, his look changed into one of indifference as if he didn't care. Yet, he didn't. ''Whatever keeps you alive, love.'' He replied with an uncaring attitude as he got up and flicked his tail. Space was definitely needed between them. One thing the tom knew was that he if he was deemed loyal and trustworthy, Alabasterpaw would leave him alone. Allow him to roam without her constant presence. In fact, he knew a lot about her disloyalty, and the fact that she would flirt with any male she sets her eyes on. A part of him would feel hurt, then another part of him would had seen it coming. Come on, she was Alasbaserpaw. She got whatever she wanted.

How did she get him, again?

Why did she want him in the first place?

Azulpaw felt it was his attitude, the fact that he didn't want her. Which probably drove her to want something she couldn't have. Her drive to be with him, in some of the most ridiculous ways amused him slightly. The fact she wanted him dead just because he didn't want her. Then, she threatened his family. She threatened to keep him alive to watch her torment the ones he love. Azulpaw knew he was forced. Making sure she was desired because he wanted his love ones to be safe. The tom didn't care about many cats, but those he did care about, he wold do absolutely anything to keep them safe. Which came to the safe path. Azulpaw felt that he would guide them along that path, but he would be on the dangerous path just to make sure they stayed on the safe path.

''I didn't give in.'' His attitude was still there, never leaving if she thought it would. There was so much she could take from him, but his intelligence, his attitude was something sacred that he would keep no matter what. Even if it got him in trouble. Even if it got him killed. ''Someone has insecurity issues, so I was forced into this mess.'' It was funny how he was sweet one moment, and being spiteful the next. It was fun playing around with her because he knew that she didn't take care to whatever he said. She was always living in her own world. She was the star, she lived in the limelight, everyone bowed down to her. At least, in her world. The tom refused to have his happiness, his freedom taken away when he willingly--yet was forced into this relationship. ''But, that won't make me love you any less, darling.'' He added, something sweet, yet was very sarcastic in the manner.

Yeah...one of us is going to be happier more than the other, he thought as he braced himself for her touch. He let a purr slide out of his own maw at hearing hers, and once she was taking off, the tom ran in pursuit. Playing games would always remind him of Asterpaw. Whenever they were near trees, and she would threaten to push him out of it...or when they sarcastically would play around of who was the master...or even just running in general. Nothing out of the ordinary, just two friends being...their age. Bluepaw and Alabasterpaw was the problem. Never had Azulpaw thought Bluepaw would become such a...cat. However, the tom also knew that as time passed, cats change. Everyone changes. He was changing whether he liked it not. Asterpaw would change. Silverpaw would change. All of his friends would change. The only question was; for better or for worst?

The grey tom cleared his mind, and he picked up his pace to follow the white willowy feline. He could imagine he was running after Asterpaw. But, no. That would make him even worse than how he felt now. So,he kept his target as Alabasterpaw. Running after her as if she were the prey and he was the predator. He pondered whether he would pin her against the ground, but he didn't want to hear her cries of pain because dirt got on her pelt. Something he also remembered what Asterpaw told him, and it made him laugh.

Why not? For now he would enjoy himself.

Stop lying to me!!! She wanted to yowl, and her ears went back with a great deal of frustration. Best friend. Those were words she didn't just throw around with light terms... love had quickly become one of the words she was able to change the terms of. She didn't love Bluepaw. Not unconditionally, anyways. Perhaps over time she would learn and grow to care for him in a romantic way - but right now? No way. Not after everything happening so quickly... her words were still a blur in her head and she was fighting to keep her spirit unshattered. It was cracked, bruised, and partly broken by the piebald tom... but she was working to mend it. Maybe someday she would have the courage to stand up to him. The courage to yell at him, to tell him everything she knew and tell him that she despised him. But right now she had nowhere near that type of courage.
　
It was going to be some time before Asterpaw would get the courage to say something like that. As the tom wound himself around the tree she braced herself for him to bite her again... or say words that she wouldn't want to hear. She knew he was capable of both. It was all too easy for him to hurt her through his words and actions, and she despised him because of it. But she wasn't willing to compromise the safety of a very special cat... or at least one that seemed that way... because of it. She wasn't willing to let him hurt. She wasn't willing to watch him hurt. So, this was her new life. Asterpaw knew she was doing the right thing. Bluepaw's words made sense, but also confused her at the same time. Still, she wouldn't argue. What he said, other then hating the tom when he had quite clearly said a few moments ago that he did not hate Azulpaw, made perfect sense to her.
　
And whether that was her confusion or heart talking was unsure, but either way, she was going to stick with it. "But... I gave you my promise, not Azulpaw. I told you I would stay with you as long as you needed me. As long as your heart was still broken. You won't lose me as long as you still are healing from Alabasterpaw." Although she knew if he had a say in it, he would keep her bound forever. Perhaps the very second she moved away from him would be the second that she found Azulpaw dead. She knew that Bluepaw would not hesitate to kill. He wasn't innocent and he wasn't sweet. Not any longer, anyways. He was no longer the tom that she had promised herself to all those moons ago, and she wasn't sure that cat was coming back. Azulpaw had changed, as had she, as had Alabasterpaw. What hurt the most was that the change was partly good and partly bad... in herself, not the others.
　
The change in her sister and Bluepaw was all bad. The change in Azulpaw was... good? She liked it. And he had kept parts of his old personality, the personality that had half-drawn her to him that first meeting at the Training Plateau. His words made her narrow her hues as her Mother had done when she had thought someone was lying. But, Asterpaw chose to think the best. Perhaps she could bring out that old innocent, sweet cat that she remembered. That, other then being easily tricked and too touchy with her, had had very little flaws. This new Bluepaw? She didn't like him at all. Part of her almost hated him, despised him, would have nearly preferred to see him dead. And had Asterpaw been her half-sister, or even someone with just a slightly darker mind, she might have carried out this horrible deed. As it was, she chose to think along different lines altogether.
　
Had she ever been jealous? "I... have, I mean..." Her hues strayed over to her sister and Azulpaw for just a second before snapping back to Bluepaw. It would have taken the swiftest motion of the eye to catch that little movement, and Asterpaw knew it. Besides. She wasn't jealous! She was just... admiring their closeness. Yeah. Since this morning they had become real close. "I'm more jealous of my sister then anything else." That was a quick confession, and one she'd had to think of as she glanced over at them once more. Watching Alabasterpaw was like watching a master deciever at work. And, honestly, the white feline was just that. A master of deception. A master of trickery. She was never to be trusted and always to be careful of. Someone you could not and would not want to trust. And, Asterpaw wondered why she had looked over there again for a few moments more... but no matter how hard she tried, her mind couldn't come up with an answer.
　
To be honest? Alabasterpaw didn't know why she "loved" Azulpaw. Perhaps it was his attitude, or perhaps it was his beaten up, yet still - if not more - handsome appearance, or maybe it was the fact that she hadn't been able to win over him. He seemed to be a challenge for her and she liked the change. But, she'd won. She'd forced him into this and now he was going to make her happy or someone was going to get hurt. And the objects of Alabasterpaw's fury were very rarely on the winning end. Why hadn't she been able to kill Azulpaw before? She'd had so much anger built up against him, and so much frustration. But she had still wanted him alive, a part of her... that deep down part. So she just put him in pain. Lots of it, even though it made her furious that he continued to stay alive despite her best efforts... yes, Alabasterpaw's mind was a confusing place indeed.
　
Did she want him alive or dead? Both. So she would kill him emotionally and keep him alive physically until she had ripped him apart from the inside. Ultimately this couldn't end well for either of them, but Alabasterpaw didn't care. The only one she'd ever cared about was herself... so as long as she was doing well and was alive, everyone else would fade into the background as though they didn't exist. Didn't matter. Having Azulpaw chase her was quite the thrill... and Alabasterpaw was almost enjoying the game. Despite the fact that the dust being kicked up by her delicate looking, yet strong paws was ruining her pelt. Her perfectly groomed, previously shining and sleek, healthy looking pelt. Oh well. She could get her future mate to groom it for her again. For, they would end up together in the end. Either that or he would ultimately die either by her, himself, some force of nature, another cat or Bluepaw.
　
Would she care? That was doubtful. Since when had Alabasterpaw cared? "Having fun, love?" She asked with a teasing purr in her voice. No matter what he said or did, she would continue to believe that he had given in. No matter what happened, she would keep on believing that until the day when he would die. That day would be a good and bad day for her, whichever one it was for certain she couldn't decide. Alabasterpaw glanced back at the tom once more, a purr rumbling in her throat as she awaited him to catch up. Reaching the tree, she stopped, panting to catch her breath... her sides heaving with exhertion as she glanced over at the two cats standing beside it as well. Too bad she couldn't have a word with Bluepaw. Alone. But, she was confident he was going to keep his new catch right beside him. As she would do with her own. A "bad boy" tom like Azulpaw was sure to get snatched up.
　
And, Alabasterpaw knew there were vultures circling. She led them. They were always waiting to swoop in and grab the first tom that walked their way. How he was still free from their evil clutches, Alabasterpaw wasn't sure, but she knew that it was going to be easy for Azulpaw to escape from her. "Bluepaw, darling, is there a way we could talk alone? Perhaps sometime in the future?" Her words sounded flirty, and it would probably sting for the grey tom who was no doubt there... but perhaps it would keep him in line. If it didn't, well, she would make sure to once more put him in his place. Bring him down until he was lower then dirt. And that was saying something. Alabasterpaw would have loved to bring him down right there and then, but she was nervous that Asterpaw would open her big maw and say something sweet and defensive... unless she had the brains to keep it shut.
　
Killing her sister was an honor Alabasterpaw wanted reserved for herself. She couldn't believe that she'd managed to tear them apart. Their friendship was broken and soon their spirits would be too, and then perhaps she would allow Bluepaw to kill his so-called best friend. Since she couldn't seem to bring herself to do it. "They, of course, will stay seperated." Speaking of Asterpaw and Azulpaw as though they were no more then property - which they were - Alabasterpaw gave the tom a semi-sweet look. Perhaps she could explain everything that was going on. Her plan. The brilliance of it. Sometimes, it seemed to her, Bluepaw didn't quite get how smart she was. What an incredibly sinister and conniving feline she could be, and Alabasterpaw wished to push this on him. It could go well. It could go horribly. But either way, the she cat would be satisfied with her efforts.

[Random Melody]

Pigeoncloud padded calmly through the territory. Well, trotted, actually, their blue eyes glancing around with amusement. They felt mostly tame today. Perhaps they could get through without trying to kill someone? Pigeoncloud actually didnt like to do the killing. They preferred their paws to stay clean, but obviously they werent afraid to do their own dirty work, especially since they only had one cat working for them.

I need more lackeys, Pigeoncloud grumbled slightly, turning their head and giving their shoulders a few licks before turning their gaze back where they were walking. It wasnt hard to scare a few cats into working for them, but they needed to ensure they were trustworthy, and not afraid to carry out missions that would risk their lives. I do it all the time, and I am perfectly fine. Sure I have almost died a few times, but hey, dont dish out what you cant take back, right? The cat snickered under her breath as she walked, ears pricked up thoughtfully.

Constellation

[Brilliance]

Pigeoncloud padded calmly through the territory. Well, trotted, actually, their blue eyes glancing around with amusement. They felt mostly tame today. Perhaps they could get through without trying to kill someone? Pigeoncloud actually didnt like to do the killing. They preferred their paws to stay clean, but obviously they werent afraid to do their own dirty work, especially since they only had one cat working for them.

I need more lackeys, Pigeoncloud grumbled slightly, turning their head and giving their shoulders a few licks before turning their gaze back where they were walking. It wasnt hard to scare a few cats into working for them, but they needed to ensure they were trustworthy, and not afraid to carry out missions that would risk their lives. I do it all the time, and I am perfectly fine. Sure I have almost died a few times, but hey, dont dish out what you cant take back, right? The cat snickered under her breath as she walked, ears pricked up thoughtfully.

Constellation


Lucif had ventured out a little too far from the territory. In fact, so far that he ran into a cat's worst enemy; the fox. A fox that was prowling around, looking for trouble. That laid it's conniving eyes onto the grey and white tom. Lucif was quite the large cat, looking more of a brooder than someone you would deem happy. He trotted on in secrecy. He didn't know what made him want to join Skyclan. Nor, did he have a purpose of staying. He had received recent news about Raziel's recent whereabouts. Would he allow that chance to pass? To finally seek the revenge that Raziel left on him? They were a team! They were best friends! And, Raziel had left him for dead. He betrayed him, and it left Lucif fuming. That's when the Fox had made it's appearance. Believing that Lucif was an easy target. The tom had whirl around and broke the fox in two. He watched as its body split around in a gruesome matter. Only with the use of his claws. Lucif had debated whether or not to bring it back as a souvenir. That would show everyone how evil he was. Because Lucif wasn't the type of cat afraid to get his paws dirty. In fact, he loved the feeling. It amused him.

Now, he was making his way back to the territory. Within the boundaries of his so-called clan he joined...only for revenge purposes. The tom was in deep thought, keeping his paws heavy--most likely scaring away all prey as he made his way through. He did not take notice of another cat as he bumped into them. Lucif growled. ''Watch where you're going.'' He seethed to the other cat, even though it was his fault for not paying attention. To Lucif, nothing was his fault. Nothing at all. And, if another cat disagreed with him? Well...let's just say. Don't.


Stop lying to me!!! She wanted to yowl, and her ears went back with a great deal of frustration. Best friend. Those were words she didn't just throw around with light terms... love had quickly become one of the words she was able to change the terms of. She didn't love Bluepaw. Not unconditionally, anyways. Perhaps over time she would learn and grow to care for him in a romantic way - but right now? No way. Not after everything happening so quickly... her words were still a blur in her head and she was fighting to keep her spirit unshattered. It was cracked, bruised, and partly broken by the piebald tom... but she was working to mend it. Maybe someday she would have the courage to stand up to him. The courage to yell at him, to tell him everything she knew and tell him that she despised him. But right now she had nowhere near that type of courage.
　
It was going to be some time before Asterpaw would get the courage to say something like that. As the tom wound himself around the tree she braced herself for him to bite her again... or say words that she wouldn't want to hear. She knew he was capable of both. It was all too easy for him to hurt her through his words and actions, and she despised him because of it. But she wasn't willing to compromise the safety of a very special cat... or at least one that seemed that way... because of it. She wasn't willing to let him hurt. She wasn't willing to watch him hurt. So, this was her new life. Asterpaw knew she was doing the right thing. Bluepaw's words made sense, but also confused her at the same time. Still, she wouldn't argue. What he said, other then hating the tom when he had quite clearly said a few moments ago that he did not hate Azulpaw, made perfect sense to her.
　
And whether that was her confusion or heart talking was unsure, but either way, she was going to stick with it. "But... I gave you my promise, not Azulpaw. I told you I would stay with you as long as you needed me. As long as your heart was still broken. You won't lose me as long as you still are healing from Alabasterpaw." Although she knew if he had a say in it, he would keep her bound forever. Perhaps the very second she moved away from him would be the second that she found Azulpaw dead. She knew that Bluepaw would not hesitate to kill. He wasn't innocent and he wasn't sweet. Not any longer, anyways. He was no longer the tom that she had promised herself to all those moons ago, and she wasn't sure that cat was coming back. Azulpaw had changed, as had she, as had Alabasterpaw. What hurt the most was that the change was partly good and partly bad... in herself, not the others.
　
The change in her sister and Bluepaw was all bad. The change in Azulpaw was... good? She liked it. And he had kept parts of his old personality, the personality that had half-drawn her to him that first meeting at the Training Plateau. His words made her narrow her hues as her Mother had done when she had thought someone was lying. But, Asterpaw chose to think the best. Perhaps she could bring out that old innocent, sweet cat that she remembered. That, other then being easily tricked and too touchy with her, had had very little flaws. This new Bluepaw? She didn't like him at all. Part of her almost hated him, despised him, would have nearly preferred to see him dead. And had Asterpaw been her half-sister, or even someone with just a slightly darker mind, she might have carried out this horrible deed. As it was, she chose to think along different lines altogether.
　
Had she ever been jealous? "I... have, I mean..." Her hues strayed over to her sister and Azulpaw for just a second before snapping back to Bluepaw. It would have taken the swiftest motion of the eye to catch that little movement, and Asterpaw knew it. Besides. She wasn't jealous! She was just... admiring their closeness. Yeah. Since this morning they had become real close. "I'm more jealous of my sister then anything else." That was a quick confession, and one she'd had to think of as she glanced over at them once more. Watching Alabasterpaw was like watching a master deciever at work. And, honestly, the white feline was just that. A master of deception. A master of trickery. She was never to be trusted and always to be careful of. Someone you could not and would not want to trust. And, Asterpaw wondered why she had looked over there again for a few moments more... but no matter how hard she tried, her mind couldn't come up with an answer.
　
To be honest? Alabasterpaw didn't know why she "loved" Azulpaw. Perhaps it was his attitude, or perhaps it was his beaten up, yet still - if not more - handsome appearance, or maybe it was the fact that she hadn't been able to win over him. He seemed to be a challenge for her and she liked the change. But, she'd won. She'd forced him into this and now he was going to make her happy or someone was going to get hurt. And the objects of Alabasterpaw's fury were very rarely on the winning end. Why hadn't she been able to kill Azulpaw before? She'd had so much anger built up against him, and so much frustration. But she had still wanted him alive, a part of her... that deep down part. So she just put him in pain. Lots of it, even though it made her furious that he continued to stay alive despite her best efforts... yes, Alabasterpaw's mind was a confusing place indeed.
　
Did she want him alive or dead? Both. So she would kill him emotionally and keep him alive physically until she had ripped him apart from the inside. Ultimately this couldn't end well for either of them, but Alabasterpaw didn't care. The only one she'd ever cared about was herself... so as long as she was doing well and was alive, everyone else would fade into the background as though they didn't exist. Didn't matter. Having Azulpaw chase her was quite the thrill... and Alabasterpaw was almost enjoying the game. Despite the fact that the dust being kicked up by her delicate looking, yet strong paws was ruining her pelt. Her perfectly groomed, previously shining and sleek, healthy looking pelt. Oh well. She could get her future mate to groom it for her again. For, they would end up together in the end. Either that or he would ultimately die either by her, himself, some force of nature, another cat or Bluepaw.
　
Would she care? That was doubtful. Since when had Alabasterpaw cared? "Having fun, love?" She asked with a teasing purr in her voice. No matter what he said or did, she would continue to believe that he had given in. No matter what happened, she would keep on believing that until the day when he would die. That day would be a good and bad day for her, whichever one it was for certain she couldn't decide. Alabasterpaw glanced back at the tom once more, a purr rumbling in her throat as she awaited him to catch up. Reaching the tree, she stopped, panting to catch her breath... her sides heaving with exhertion as she glanced over at the two cats standing beside it as well. Too bad she couldn't have a word with Bluepaw. Alone. But, she was confident he was going to keep his new catch right beside him. As she would do with her own. A "bad boy" tom like Azulpaw was sure to get snatched up.
　
And, Alabasterpaw knew there were vultures circling. She led them. They were always waiting to swoop in and grab the first tom that walked their way. How he was still free from their evil clutches, Alabasterpaw wasn't sure, but she knew that it was going to be easy for Azulpaw to escape from her. "Bluepaw, darling, is there a way we could talk alone? Perhaps sometime in the future?" Her words sounded flirty, and it would probably sting for the grey tom who was no doubt there... but perhaps it would keep him in line. If it didn't, well, she would make sure to once more put him in his place. Bring him down until he was lower then dirt. And that was saying something. Alabasterpaw would have loved to bring him down right there and then, but she was nervous that Asterpaw would open her big maw and say something sweet and defensive... unless she had the brains to keep it shut.
　
Killing her sister was an honor Alabasterpaw wanted reserved for herself. She couldn't believe that she'd managed to tear them apart. Their friendship was broken and soon their spirits would be too, and then perhaps she would allow Bluepaw to kill his so-called best friend. Since she couldn't seem to bring herself to do it. "They, of course, will stay seperated." Speaking of Asterpaw and Azulpaw as though they were no more then property - which they were - Alabasterpaw gave the tom a semi-sweet look. Perhaps she could explain everything that was going on. Her plan. The brilliance of it. Sometimes, it seemed to her, Bluepaw didn't quite get how smart she was. What an incredibly sinister and conniving feline she could be, and Alabasterpaw wished to push this on him. It could go well. It could go horribly. But either way, the she cat would be satisfied with her efforts.

Bluepaw gave a devious smile upon hearing the words of his companion. The exact words he needed to hear. The only problem was trusting if she would keep her word. Did he have to worry about her breaking her promise? Bluepaw doubt he needed to worry about such. Asterpaw was reliable--wasn't she? She never gave him a reason not to trust her. Though the tom did have his concerns. She was close to Azulpaw, after all. ''I just don't want to worry.'' He exclaimed, probably a bit louder than he needed to. But, he wanted to get his points across. He had hoped that Azulpaw heard him while he was chasing after Alabasterpaw. ''You know how charming--and manipulative that best friend of mine could be. He'll snatch you before you could even blink!'' Now, this was an exaggeration, but at some point...it was true. Wasn't it? Bluepaw wanted it to be true. As he glanced towards the other two again, and back towards Asterpaw. ''I know I shouldn't be pushing you--and I'm sorry. Forgive this broken heart of mine.'' He says, making sure to keep his voice sullen and sweet.

Anything for the she cat to believe him at least. Asterpaw was a sweet feline. He never thought of ever hurting her, let alone someone else doing it. He also knew that Alabasterpaw carried some type of hatred towards her sister. It was noted in her attitude, or the looks she would give the blue feline. Then again, Alabasterpaw being jealous of another cat? That was humorous. A bit odd, but humorous. The she cat had confidence that even Bluepaw couldn't bring down himself. Not that he would ever try. He knew Alabasterpaw lived in another word. And, he allowed her to. Whatever made her happy, and kept her paws sheathed. He would be fine. Yet, she wasn't his problem any longer. They would work together, and occasionally he would talk to her, but once he was with Asterpaw? He was sure to forget her. Holding onto her was unhealthy for him. It would kill him. The piebald tom did not wish to die easily in her grasp. All he could hope was seeing Azulpaw dead.

Upon hearing Asterpaw's words, he put on a ghost of a smile. He didn't feel any anger as he heard that she was jealous of something before. He had been jealous too, and deep down...he still felt a bit of jealousy. But, he had Asterpaw, and eventually all that envy would wash away. ''Of course, you have, Asterpaw. It's apart of life. It's normal.'' He spoke, believing that everyone at some point felt some sort of jealousy. The tom was quite surprise, for he had expected her to feel jealousy of the relationship that Azulpaw and Alabasterpaw was sharing. She was only envious of her sister? What a shame. And, how both pieces collided. It could had made him laugh. Alabasterpaw being jealous of Asterpaw, and Asterpaw being jealous of Alabasterpaw. Did it run in the family apparently? ''You're jealous of your sister?'' He clicked his teeth, and looked down at his paws. It was a shame. Asterpaw was such a pretty feline--albeit, in his opinion, Alabasterpaw won the trophy for looks. Asterpaw had a lot of heart, which drawn others to her. In his opinion, he felt that he got the lion's share of the deal.

''Yeah, Alabasterpaw is pretty,'' the piebald tom shrugged. He had to remain uninteresting just to keep her within his grasp. He scooted closer to her, and gently moved his muzzle to her ear. ''I think you're very beautiful--more than Alabasterpaw. And, your heart is pure. What tom wouldn't love a she cat with a pure heart?'' He mused, his voice becoming light toned. To Bluepaw, he knew he could handle Alabasterpaw if he tried. However, he didn't want to at the moment. She couldn't get to him as she did those moons ago. He grown. Blossomed in a way. Matured to the point his mind knew from wrong and right. And, he never chose the right way. Because sometimes living wrong was living...right.

Azulpaw kept himself under control. He managed to catch up to Alabasterpaw, wishing to keep his distance from her. She made him angry inwardly, but affectionate outwardly. It was never a game when it came to Azulpaw. He learned to take things seriously because Alabasterpaw was keen on keeping her promises. She might not hurt him, but the others? He couldn't speak for them. Would she even attack her own sister? He wouldn't pass that by her. The grey tom slightly brushed himself against her, displaying a charming grin. His tail flicked up. His ears perked at her voice, and instead of answering her, he simply responded with a wink. What was the use of saying anything? For once, he didn't have a snarky or sarcastic remark to answer her. That was what he was known for. His terrible attitude-- and he had plenty to say when it came to negative things. Even if he could be somewhat of a flirt, he preferred to not waste his words. Nor his time.

This did not stop the grey feline from padding after her. As they reach the tree, and she instantly went towards Bluepaw. Azulpaw didn't react in any way. He took a quick glance towards Asterpaw, but he made no words. Instead, he got up and went a few ways away while Alabasterpaw handled her business. What business? Azulpaw did not know, nor he did not care. The tom was perfectly happy to be alone. Finally.

Just so he can think about how he ended up here in the first place. How the tables had turned, and how Asterpaw was forced into loving Bluepaw. At least, that's what it appeared to be. Was she forced to being with Bluepaw? But, he did hear her words. And, maybe that's a reason why he didn't want to speak to her either. Let alone look at her. For now, his eyes narrowed as he looked into the distance. He rather be napping in the apprentice's den instead of being in the company of three cats he felt betrayed him. One who claimed she loved him, but lied ever so easily. One who said she was done with Bluepaw. And, the other who claimed to have nothing against him. Azulpaw was the real enemy in his mind. He was the real outcast in this group. The tom brushed his thoughts away, and he wrapped his tail around himself. His ears had flickered upon hearing Alabasterpaw's words. Talking of them. As if they were property. Azulpaw huffed, blowing out a small sigh. ''She don't have to worry about me talking at all. I'm finished. Completely through. And, exhausted.'' He was tired of fighting. Of arguing. Of...being nice. He was tired to the point of welcoming death would make him feel alive. How complicated the feline was being. He was wrecked more than he would like to be. And, simply turned into a zombie that did what the white brat wanted him to do.

Bluepaw watched with interest as Azulpaw went off to be alone. He turned back to Alabasterpaw. ''What got under his fur?'' He snickered, believing that Azulpaw was solely jealous that Alabasterpaw wanted to speak to him, even if it had nothing to do with the sort. His eyes flickered towards Asterpaw for a moment, before he brought them back to Alabasterpaw. ''Sure, we can talk alone.'' He shrugged. ''I'm sure Asterpaw wouldn't mind, would you?'' He glanced at her again with a questioning look, but answered for her just as quickly. ''Good girl, I knew you wouldn't.'' He brushed his tail against hers as he got up and looked down at his partner in crime. He had no worries of them being separated. He had to learn to trust Asterpaw, that she would keep her word. Azulpaw looked as if he wouldn't be talking either. Such a bad kitty, with a terrible attitude, but this brought a smile upon Bluepaw's face as he padded towards Alabasterpaw, brushing his pelt against hers slightly. ''I'm sure we wouldn't have to worry about a thing.'' He leaned into her ear, whispering. ''We can talk right now if you'd like.'' He says, passing her by. He didn't even turn back to look at her as he trotted on. ''It better be important too. If you're wasting valuable time I could be spending with Asterpaw...don't.'' The piebald tom didn't even know that his claws were constantly coming in and out. Perhaps, he was being frustrating. Why? He didn't know.

[lone]

Lucif had ventured out a little too far from the territory. In fact, so far that he ran into a cat's worst enemy; the fox. A fox that was prowling around, looking for trouble. That laid it's conniving eyes onto the grey and white tom. Lucif was quite the large cat, looking more of a brooder than someone you would deem happy. He trotted on in secrecy. He didn't know what made him want to join Skyclan. Nor, did he have a purpose of staying. He had received recent news about Raziel's recent whereabouts. Would he allow that chance to pass? To finally seek the revenge that Raziel left on him? They were a team! They were best friends! And, Raziel had left him for dead. He betrayed him, and it left Lucif fuming. That's when the Fox had made it's appearance. Believing that Lucif was an easy target. The tom had whirl around and broke the fox in two. He watched as its body split around in a gruesome matter. Only with the use of his claws. Lucif had debated whether or not to bring it back as a souvenir. That would show everyone how evil he was. Because Lucif wasn't the type of cat afraid to get his paws dirty. In fact, he loved the feeling. It amused him.

Now, he was making his way back to the territory. Within the boundaries of his so-called clan he joined...only for revenge purposes. The tom was in deep thought, keeping his paws heavy--most likely scaring away all prey as he made his way through. He did not take notice of another cat as he bumped into them. Lucif growled. ''Watch where you're going.'' He seethed to the other cat, even though it was his fault for not paying attention. To Lucif, nothing was his fault. Nothing at all. And, if another cat disagreed with him? Well...let's just say. Don't.




Bluepaw gave a devious smile upon hearing the words of his companion. The exact words he needed to hear. The only problem was trusting if she would keep her word. Did he have to worry about her breaking her promise? Bluepaw doubt he needed to worry about such. Asterpaw was reliable--wasn't she? She never gave him a reason not to trust her. Though the tom did have his concerns. She was close to Azulpaw, after all. ''I just don't want to worry.'' He exclaimed, probably a bit louder than he needed to. But, he wanted to get his points across. He had hoped that Azulpaw heard him while he was chasing after Alabasterpaw. ''You know how charming--and manipulative that best friend of mine could be. He'll snatch you before you could even blink!'' Now, this was an exaggeration, but at some point...it was true. Wasn't it? Bluepaw wanted it to be true. As he glanced towards the other two again, and back towards Asterpaw. ''I know I shouldn't be pushing you--and I'm sorry. Forgive this broken heart of mine.'' He says, making sure to keep his voice sullen and sweet.

Anything for the she cat to believe him at least. Asterpaw was a sweet feline. He never thought of ever hurting her, let alone someone else doing it. He also knew that Alabasterpaw carried some type of hatred towards her sister. It was noted in her attitude, or the looks she would give the blue feline. Then again, Alabasterpaw being jealous of another cat? That was humorous. A bit odd, but humorous. The she cat had confidence that even Bluepaw couldn't bring down himself. Not that he would ever try. He knew Alabasterpaw lived in another word. And, he allowed her to. Whatever made her happy, and kept her paws sheathed. He would be fine. Yet, she wasn't his problem any longer. They would work together, and occasionally he would talk to her, but once he was with Asterpaw? He was sure to forget her. Holding onto her was unhealthy for him. It would kill him. The piebald tom did not wish to die easily in her grasp. All he could hope was seeing Azulpaw dead.

Upon hearing Asterpaw's words, he put on a ghost of a smile. He didn't feel any anger as he heard that she was jealous of something before. He had been jealous too, and deep down...he still felt a bit of jealousy. But, he had Asterpaw, and eventually all that envy would wash away. ''Of course, you have, Asterpaw. It's apart of life. It's normal.'' He spoke, believing that everyone at some point felt some sort of jealousy. The tom was quite surprise, for he had expected her to feel jealousy of the relationship that Azulpaw and Alabasterpaw was sharing. She was only envious of her sister? What a shame. And, how both pieces collided. It could had made him laugh. Alabasterpaw being jealous of Asterpaw, and Asterpaw being jealous of Alabasterpaw. Did it run in the family apparently? ''You're jealous of your sister?'' He clicked his teeth, and looked down at his paws. It was a shame. Asterpaw was such a pretty feline--albeit, in his opinion, Alabasterpaw won the trophy for looks. Asterpaw had a lot of heart, which drawn others to her. In his opinion, he felt that he got the lion's share of the deal.

''Yeah, Alabasterpaw is pretty,'' the piebald tom shrugged. He had to remain uninteresting just to keep her within his grasp. He scooted closer to her, and gently moved his muzzle to her ear. ''I think you're very beautiful--more than Alabasterpaw. And, your heart is pure. What tom wouldn't love a she cat with a pure heart?'' He mused, his voice becoming light toned. To Bluepaw, he knew he could handle Alabasterpaw if he tried. However, he didn't want to at the moment. She couldn't get to him as she did those moons ago. He grown. Blossomed in a way. Matured to the point his mind knew from wrong and right. And, he never chose the right way. Because sometimes living wrong was living...right.

Azulpaw kept himself under control. He managed to catch up to Alabasterpaw, wishing to keep his distance from her. She made him angry inwardly, but affectionate outwardly. It was never a game when it came to Azulpaw. He learned to take things seriously because Alabasterpaw was keen on keeping her promises. She might not hurt him, but the others? He couldn't speak for them. Would she even attack her own sister? He wouldn't pass that by her. The grey tom slightly brushed himself against her, displaying a charming grin. His tail flicked up. His ears perked at her voice, and instead of answering her, he simply responded with a wink. What was the use of saying anything? For once, he didn't have a snarky or sarcastic remark to answer her. That was what he was known for. His terrible attitude-- and he had plenty to say when it came to negative things. Even if he could be somewhat of a flirt, he preferred to not waste his words. Nor his time.

This did not stop the grey feline from padding after her. As they reach the tree, and she instantly went towards Bluepaw. Azulpaw didn't react in any way. He took a quick glance towards Asterpaw, but he made no words. Instead, he got up and went a few ways away while Alabasterpaw handled her business. What business? Azulpaw did not know, nor he did not care. The tom was perfectly happy to be alone. Finally.

Just so he can think about how he ended up here in the first place. How the tables had turned, and how Asterpaw was forced into loving Bluepaw. At least, that's what it appeared to be. Was she forced to being with Bluepaw? But, he did hear her words. And, maybe that's a reason why he didn't want to speak to her either. Let alone look at her. For now, his eyes narrowed as he looked into the distance. He rather be napping in the apprentice's den instead of being in the company of three cats he felt betrayed him. One who claimed she loved him, but lied ever so easily. One who said she was done with Bluepaw. And, the other who claimed to have nothing against him. Azulpaw was the real enemy in his mind. He was the real outcast in this group. The tom brushed his thoughts away, and he wrapped his tail around himself. His ears had flickered upon hearing Alabasterpaw's words. Talking of them. As if they were property. Azulpaw huffed, blowing out a small sigh. ''She don't have to worry about me talking at all. I'm finished. Completely through. And, exhausted.'' He was tired of fighting. Of arguing. Of...being nice. He was tired to the point of welcoming death would make him feel alive. How complicated the feline was being. He was wrecked more than he would like to be. And, simply turned into a zombie that did what the white brat wanted him to do.


Bluepaw watched with interest as Azulpaw went off to be alone. He turned back to Alabasterpaw. ''What got under his fur?'' He snickered, believing that Azulpaw was solely jealous that Alabasterpaw wanted to speak to him, even if it had nothing to do with the sort. His eyes flickered towards Asterpaw for a moment, before he brought them back to Alabasterpaw. ''Sure, we can talk alone.'' He shrugged. ''I'm sure Asterpaw wouldn't mind, would you?'' He glanced at her again with a questioning look, but answered for her just as quickly. ''Good girl, I knew you wouldn't.'' He brushed his tail against hers as he got up and looked down at his partner in crime. He had no worries of them being separated. He had to learn to trust Asterpaw, that she would keep her word. Azulpaw looked as if he wouldn't be talking either. Such a bad kitty, with a terrible attitude, but this brought a smile upon Bluepaw's face as he padded towards Alabasterpaw, brushing his pelt against hers slightly. ''I'm sure we wouldn't have to worry about a thing.'' He leaned into her ear, whispering. ''We can talk right now if you'd like.'' He says, passing her by. He didn't even turn back to look at her as he trotted on. ''It better be important too. If you're wasting valuable time I could be spending with Asterpaw...don't.'' The piebald tom didn't even know that his claws were constantly coming in and out. Perhaps, he was being frustrating. Why? He didn't know.
"Oh? And here I was thinking every moment you spent with me was the thrill of your life," The white feline purred with a smile. She was satisfied with her efforts to break through Azulpaw's sarcasm and tendancy to fight back. She'd broken it. He was hers, bonded to her forever through a promise. A promise was weak to Alabasterpaw, but hey - if he believed in it, then sure! Why not play along. "Listen. Your best friend is out of the way. I didn't take him out the way you wanted, but he's no threat to your future with Asterpaw. Let them play and have fun. If needed, you can attack - keep him in line. But please don't kill. I have a future lined up now, and I would prefer if you and your anger issues didn't get in the way of my star future." The white feline mewed, her expression bored and almost annoyed looking as she glanced at the tom with that familiar gleam in her blue hues.
　
That familiar gleam that generally meant Alabasterpaw was up to no good. "Funny how things turn out this way, isn't it?" She thought with a laugh, remembering back to their first meeting - she'd gone with Bluepaw, Asterpaw with Azulpaw, and it had been that way for a while. Too bad she'd gotten bored so quickly. Then again it was probably a good thing... her sensitivity had almost started to kick in and make her apologize, make her want Bluepaw back. What a silly thought! That he was the one rejecting her now instead of the other way around! The feline didn't chuckle aloud, but her expression changed to be one of amusement as she shook her head. Those crazy things were messing with her mind now, weren't they? She awaited Bluepaw's thoughts on the matter while she thought back over the past hour or two. Perhaps it had been less. Who knew, really?
　
Who knew how long it had been, that was. Alabasterpaw's hues were fixed on the spot where she had left her "love" and sister just moments before. Azulpaw's fine. He's loyal to me. He's my property and he wouldn't do anything without my permission. Yeah, this was her thoughts on life. On love. She had never been the type of cat to be very 'loving' anyways, and especially not towards someone that she had previously tried to kill. After all, what fun was there in that? Her expression changed and she sighed, glancing at Bluepaw. "You aren't worried about your little sweetheart over there all alone, are you?" Despite not liking her sister very much, Alabasterpaw knew the truth of the matter was that Asterpaw kept her word. If she said she wouldn't talk to Azulpaw? She wouldn't talk to him. If she said she would stay with Bluepaw? She would stay with him. It was a binding oath that seemed to be the type of thing Asterpaw lived by.
　
How stupid! Alabasterpaw thought with a slight chuckle, her tail flicking. For her, a "word" was no good. Who wanted to have a special yes and no anyways, why couldn't you just go with the flow? Though she imagined from patching up broken hearts, Asterpaw had set herself on a direct track. She was somewhat surprised that Asterpaw hadn't caught on to Bluepaw's sinister ways - at least, she imagined the she cat hadn't from still staying with him - but that was none of her concern. If Asterpaw wanted to do that, it was fine by her. She just hoped that her interest stayed away from her. The blue cat could never "snatch up" anyone unless they wanted to be. And, she still wasn't completely sure whether Azulpaw was still into her half-sibling... if that were true, then she was beginning to regret leaving the tom alone. But in his own words - she didn't have to worry about him talking at all. Meaning, even if Asterpaw went on one of her quirky rants to herself... he wouldn't jump in.
　
"He acts like I'm his property. Do I even have a mind of my own anymore? No. I don't. And now I'm talking to myself because Bluepaw is driving me crazy!" Her words came out sharper then she had intended, but Asterpaw bit her lip in an angry manner. Oh, Bluepaw was making her furious! The way he answered for her? Acted so sweet and caring one moment and so vicious the next? And yes, there was still a dull throb in her ear. "I mean, he actually bit me - which who would have thought? Bluepaw. I can't believe I tied myself up like this..." Why was Asterpaw talking to herself? That would have been a good question to answer, and the answer would be that this was something she did when she was particuarly stressed or anxious or worried. She would talk to herself. And, she wasn't even worried about the grey tom hearing her. She didn't care who heard her.
　
Did it even matter anymore? Hopefully Bluepaw would hear and quit being so controlling and stressing her out all the time, making her feel like she was a servant... her voice had trailed off earlier and now she picked up her thoughts where she left off. "No, no, no. You know exactly why you're doing this. It's for your own good. For everyone's good. You're protecting Azulpaw, remember? Not trying to hurt. And you're keeping yourself safe. Which is a good thing, because apparently someone gets distracted by pretty faces." Her voice had lowered more when she spoke this time, because she didn't really want him to know her thoughts at this moment. Why did it matter, though? Who cared? They weren't together. They never had been and never would be. "But you know what? Doesn't even matter. Glad Azulpaw can be happy and I can... be fine." She was fine.
　
That was about all she could say, but at least she could even say that, right? Asterpaw's expression looked a little more worried for a moment before she sighed. Part of her wasn't sure what she was doing anymore. "My fault. If I had just been more careful, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have done anything... I wish I had never gone. Never fought or anything." She was talking about the battle now. The death of that Dusk Syndicate cat had led to all of this. But, there was no way for Azulpaw to know what she was talking about, which made her feel better. And for all she knew he had walked further away by now. Because didn't he want to "be alone?" Or maybe he just didn't want to look at her. Because she was a disappointment, that's what she was. No matter what she said or did she wasn't good enough for anyone, and she never would be.
　
Go and be with my sister. This time, those words cut her straight to the core. So she had been right. Azulpaw was going to be with her sister. He was going to be with her, and Alabasterpaw had taken him away... as she predicted. "I should have known better. I should never have said anything, never given my word, never looked at him... bad luck. Just - just bad luck. Why didn't I walk away?" This time she was referring to both of them. They were both bad luck. She never should have looked at either one of them, never given her word to anyone, never said anything to either one of them... she should have just walked away. But she wasn't good enough. She wasn't strong enough. She'd stayed, and it had been stupid, and now she was going to pay the price for it, wasn't she? Asterpaw was trapped within her own word and she wasn't going to be able to get back. She was too far gone now... way, way too far gone.

[paxil]

paxil

Sweetpaw padded sloppily through the forest. He gave a slight yawn and widened his eyes. He stretched his front paws out and his tail tip flickered angrily from side to side. Sweetpaw stood back up and gave his cream colored chest a quick lick. He continued padding through the forest. The ginger coated tom looked up at the forest canopy above and smiled. The forest is so beautiful at this time of day. So I can finally get a good nap in. He yawned again and spotted a sunny clearing up ahead.
He steadily bounded across the forest floor until he reached the clearing. The blazing sun above warmed his pelt. Sweetpaw flopped down and sighed. He closed his eyes and yawned. Finally, a good nap. I can finally get away from all those dumb chores and ugh...Nightgaze. Training is so stupid and boring, i mean, why can't we teach ourselves? Sweetpaw let himself relax, trying to drift off into sleep.

sunflowerpaw wasn't out in the territory for any reason other than she felt like it. she wasn't particularly good at anything, and she certainly wasn't interested in doing those anythings during her free time. after nine moons of life, she had come to discover that having tiny legs wasn't really the best trait to have. she couldn't run, hunt, or climb to save her life. the life of an apprentice was unappealing to her, to say the least. in some ways, she was upset by her father, for passing on his short stature.

she was not a massive fan of sweetpaw, based on what she had seen from him, but she also didn't really talk to him. she talked to very few cats. when she was a kit, she had her littermates. it wasn't that she was shy, she just didn't really feel comfortable around most of her clanmates. sweetpaw was no exception, but they had come across each other, so she naturally would have to say something to him.

"uh, hey, sweetpaw," she greeted, "what's up?"

[Brilliance]

"Oh? And here I was thinking every moment you spent with me was the thrill of your life," The white feline purred with a smile. She was satisfied with her efforts to break through Azulpaw's sarcasm and tendancy to fight back. She'd broken it. He was hers, bonded to her forever through a promise. A promise was weak to Alabasterpaw, but hey - if he believed in it, then sure! Why not play along. "Listen. Your best friend is out of the way. I didn't take him out the way you wanted, but he's no threat to your future with Asterpaw. Let them play and have fun. If needed, you can attack - keep him in line. But please don't kill. I have a future lined up now, and I would prefer if you and your anger issues didn't get in the way of my star future." The white feline mewed, her expression bored and almost annoyed looking as she glanced at the tom with that familiar gleam in her blue hues.
　
That familiar gleam that generally meant Alabasterpaw was up to no good. "Funny how things turn out this way, isn't it?" She thought with a laugh, remembering back to their first meeting - she'd gone with Bluepaw, Asterpaw with Azulpaw, and it had been that way for a while. Too bad she'd gotten bored so quickly. Then again it was probably a good thing... her sensitivity had almost started to kick in and make her apologize, make her want Bluepaw back. What a silly thought! That he was the one rejecting her now instead of the other way around! The feline didn't chuckle aloud, but her expression changed to be one of amusement as she shook her head. Those crazy things were messing with her mind now, weren't they? She awaited Bluepaw's thoughts on the matter while she thought back over the past hour or two. Perhaps it had been less. Who knew, really?
　
Who knew how long it had been, that was. Alabasterpaw's hues were fixed on the spot where she had left her "love" and sister just moments before. Azulpaw's fine. He's loyal to me. He's my property and he wouldn't do anything without my permission. Yeah, this was her thoughts on life. On love. She had never been the type of cat to be very 'loving' anyways, and especially not towards someone that she had previously tried to kill. After all, what fun was there in that? Her expression changed and she sighed, glancing at Bluepaw. "You aren't worried about your little sweetheart over there all alone, are you?" Despite not liking her sister very much, Alabasterpaw knew the truth of the matter was that Asterpaw kept her word. If she said she wouldn't talk to Azulpaw? She wouldn't talk to him. If she said she would stay with Bluepaw? She would stay with him. It was a binding oath that seemed to be the type of thing Asterpaw lived by.
　
How stupid! Alabasterpaw thought with a slight chuckle, her tail flicking. For her, a "word" was no good. Who wanted to have a special yes and no anyways, why couldn't you just go with the flow? Though she imagined from patching up broken hearts, Asterpaw had set herself on a direct track. She was somewhat surprised that Asterpaw hadn't caught on to Bluepaw's sinister ways - at least, she imagined the she cat hadn't from still staying with him - but that was none of her concern. If Asterpaw wanted to do that, it was fine by her. She just hoped that her interest stayed away from her. The blue cat could never "snatch up" anyone unless they wanted to be. And, she still wasn't completely sure whether Azulpaw was still into her half-sibling... if that were true, then she was beginning to regret leaving the tom alone. But in his own words - she didn't have to worry about him talking at all. Meaning, even if Asterpaw went on one of her quirky rants to herself... he wouldn't jump in.
　
"He acts like I'm his property. Do I even have a mind of my own anymore? No. I don't. And now I'm talking to myself because Bluepaw is driving me crazy!" Her words came out sharper then she had intended, but Asterpaw bit her lip in an angry manner. Oh, Bluepaw was making her furious! The way he answered for her? Acted so sweet and caring one moment and so vicious the next? And yes, there was still a dull throb in her ear. "I mean, he actually bit me - which who would have thought? Bluepaw. I can't believe I tied myself up like this..." Why was Asterpaw talking to herself? That would have been a good question to answer, and the answer would be that this was something she did when she was particuarly stressed or anxious or worried. She would talk to herself. And, she wasn't even worried about the grey tom hearing her. She didn't care who heard her.
　
Did it even matter anymore? Hopefully Bluepaw would hear and quit being so controlling and stressing her out all the time, making her feel like she was a servant... her voice had trailed off earlier and now she picked up her thoughts where she left off. "No, no, no. You know exactly why you're doing this. It's for your own good. For everyone's good. You're protecting Azulpaw, remember? Not trying to hurt. And you're keeping yourself safe. Which is a good thing, because apparently someone gets distracted by pretty faces." Her voice had lowered more when she spoke this time, because she didn't really want him to know her thoughts at this moment. Why did it matter, though? Who cared? They weren't together. They never had been and never would be. "But you know what? Doesn't even matter. Glad Azulpaw can be happy and I can... be fine." She was fine.
　
That was about all she could say, but at least she could even say that, right? Asterpaw's expression looked a little more worried for a moment before she sighed. Part of her wasn't sure what she was doing anymore. "My fault. If I had just been more careful, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have done anything... I wish I had never gone. Never fought or anything." She was talking about the battle now. The death of that Dusk Syndicate cat had led to all of this. But, there was no way for Azulpaw to know what she was talking about, which made her feel better. And for all she knew he had walked further away by now. Because didn't he want to "be alone?" Or maybe he just didn't want to look at her. Because she was a disappointment, that's what she was. No matter what she said or did she wasn't good enough for anyone, and she never would be.
　
Go and be with my sister. This time, those words cut her straight to the core. So she had been right. Azulpaw was going to be with her sister. He was going to be with her, and Alabasterpaw had taken him away... as she predicted. "I should have known better. I should never have said anything, never given my word, never looked at him... bad luck. Just - just bad luck. Why didn't I walk away?" This time she was referring to both of them. They were both bad luck. She never should have looked at either one of them, never given her word to anyone, never said anything to either one of them... she should have just walked away. But she wasn't good enough. She wasn't strong enough. She'd stayed, and it had been stupid, and now she was going to pay the price for it, wasn't she? Asterpaw was trapped within her own word and she wasn't going to be able to get back. She was too far gone now... way, way too far gone.

The grey tom continued to stare out into the distance. His thoughts unknown--not any at all. He stopped thinking for a moment, just enjoying the view in front of him. It was an incredible view. Sometimes he wondered why cats just didn't take the time to enjoy the view in front of them. The sun giving them precious light, that most take for granted. Azulpaw found nature endearing. He missed going to the top branch of the tree, and with Silverpaw they would just watch the sun rise. Sometimes she would be asleep on him, her tail covering her nose in a cute manner. She was weird when she slept, sneezing if she didn't cover her nose with her tail. Though that was only a bit of her awkwardness...and, why was he thinking about her? Of course, he was thinking about the only cat who cared about him. His feelings. His thoughts. His life. And, the others around him? They simply watched on the sidelines. Besides that, Azulpaw was protecting her from the wrath of Alabasterpaw. Silverpaw was a pretty fragile feline, and Azulpaw knew Alabasterpaw would love to torment the young she cat. He couldn't let Alabasterpaw take the one thing that gave his life meaning now.

It was a shamed that he knew Asterpaw was finished with him. That she dropped him as a friend. She didn't talk to him, she didn't look at him. It had hurt deep inside, so he reciprocated the feelings. The only thing he wanted--needed to know was why? What did he do to deserve the cold silent treatment? Was it because of Bluepaw? Did he force her to not talk to him? Azulpaw stared down at his paws, blinking slowly as he presumed that he might end up crying. But, he didn't. He calmly breathed, closed his eyes, and allowed the darkness to take hold of him.

His ears had twitched at hearing a voice. A familiar voice, and he snapped his eyes opened, but he didn't dare turn his head. He couldn't look at her. He narrowed his eyes. He refused to look at her. But, why was she talking to herself? The thought almost made him laugh. Was she on the verge of insanity? Azulpaw unsheathed a claw, scratching at the ground as he remained stoic; silent as he listened to her.

It was good to know Bluepaw was driving her crazy. He figured the tom would do such a thing. Half of him felt that she deserved it. She wanted to be with him, and thus got her wish of having the ever-so-perfect mate. Another part of him felt angry that he heard she was bit by him. Bluepaw...bit...Asterpaw? It was a weird thing to hear about. Especially since Bluepaw carried an unhealthy obsession with the blue she cat. Azulpaw felt himself growling for a moment, ready to attack the piebald tom himself and not caring what might happen to him next, but he was still mad at Asterpaw. She didn't react to him at all. He was simply a figment in her imagination that she once knew. That she once cared for. Had she dropped him ever so quickly? Azulpaw figured she would learn from experience. That was the best type of teaching anyway; experience. And, he would learn from it too. So, would Bluepaw and Alabasterpaw. They all would learn from it, and Azulpaw would be there to recollect the memories.

Azulpaw didn't hear her other words. It was too much for him to bear just hearing the first parts of it, so he picked himself up, and dragged his tail towards a nearby tree. He looked up at it, blinking his eyes to rid unwanted watering source.

The way Asterpaw threatened to drop him from the tree...

The way he threatened to jump out the tree himself...

The day she left him...

The day he did jump out the tree...

Azulpaw looked up once more. It wasn't the same tree, but it was still a tree. Standing tall and proud, and growing its leaves within Newleaf. ''I remember this thing...'' he trailed off, approaching the tree in a cautious manner as he put his muzzle against it before pulling away. ''Why didn't you kill me when I had fell the first time?'' He brooded, snorting. ''Playing the good guy won't land you anywhere.'' He says, shaking his head. Then, he circled around the tree, his tail swishing. ''You can see where it got me,'' he paused, believing the tree would answer him, but it didn't. ''Not in a grave, that's for sure.'' He mused, keeping a straight face. Then, felt appalled that he was even talking to a tree. Was he worse than Asterpaw--who was talking to herself? Azulpaw shook his head to rid his thoughts, and he sunk down against the tree, feeling exhausted.

From the distance he could still see Asterpaw. His gaze solely fell on her, and he saw that her maw was moving, but he was too far away to hear the words she spoke. She seemed upset with herself, like she was making a bad decision. Azulpaw would had walked up to her, but he didn't feel like it. And, it definitely wasn't because Alabasterpaw thought she had a tight collar around him like he was some kittypet. No, it wasn't that way at all. In fact, he was still pleasantly upset about what happened earlier. He figured it was best to ignore her. Avoid her until his attitude blows over. Well, the brooding attitude blows over. Soon enough his sarcastic attitude would be the same as it always had been. ''No one is going to break me. Alabasterpaw may think she's doing something--and, for now, she has a tight hold on me, but just she wait...soon enough, I'll be pulling the streams, and she will be the tamed one.'' Such a wild assumption. A wild creature he compared her to, but if Alabasterpaw was going to be his potential future mate, they definitely had a rough edges that needed smoothed out.

Azulpaw allowed his eyes to stay on the blue she. No smile, no expression upon his muzzle. Only his igniting yellow eyes staring at her calmly. Not in a hurt manner, nor in an angry manner. He simply stared at her, because he was lost in his own thoughts.

''It used to been,'' Bluepaw mused. ''But, we all know how that ended!'' He exclaimed, sarcastically as he took a seat to listen to Alabasterpaw. His eyes roamed her pelt once more, getting sidetracked before he got lost into her blue gaze. She was talking, that was for sure. About what? ''What?'' Bluepaw questioned, hastily, before shaking his head. He hadn't paid attention to what she was saying. He was too lost, being close to her once more. Then, he growled at himself for thinking such things. His eyes flickered back towards Asterpaw for a second, wondering what she was talking about. She looked pretty insane to him just speaking to herself, but Bluepaw didn't mind, he supposed. ''I mean, yeah, sure, do whatever you please.'' He shrugged. He failed to know that Alabasterpaw suggested that Asterpaw and Azulpaw stay friends.

Bluepaw was ready to walk away from the white feline. Just looking at her brought back unpleasant memories that he wasn't ready to live with. His ears snapped open, ''Wait---you trust them to talk...alone? Play?'' He questioned. Now, he get what she was saying, and he turned back around. ''What, you miss my company?'' He purred. He knew it was unlikely she did. Why would Alabasterpaw miss anyone? Bluepaw did enjoy playing around with her. Flirting with her whenever he could, whether he was caught or not. ''Eh, I don't know if I trust, Azulpaw, and I don't see why come you do.'' And, he also didn't know what she saw in him. It had disgusted him at seeing them together. Their closeness, their touchiness, and Azulpaw was embracing into that...Bluepaw wanted to comment on it, but kept his mouth closed out of force. After all, in this moment, it wasn't the best time to talk about it.

''Listen, Alabasterpaw,'' Bluepaw started, almost snickering as he done so. ''I don't care about your star future.'' He waved a paw at her in an uninteresting manner. Then, he tilted his head, allowing his blue orbs to grow innocent. ''Just know that if I do get angry--at the cause of you, expect a very, very angry tom.'' Bluepaw got up once more, circling around the white demon with an approving look. He flicked his tail, and upon hearing her next words, the tom let out a small deep chuckle. He took a quick glance towards Asterpaw--who still seemed to be in her little world, but he also took a glance at Azulpaw, who was laying next to a tree. They both were apart. Not noticing one another from what he could tell. Maybe Alabasterpaw was right. Besides that, Azulpaw looked to be hooked to her, and well, Asterpaw? Still needed to be sorted out. Bluepaw let out a soft sigh, but he turned his gaze back upon Alabasterpaw. ''Right now, I'm worried about this sweetheart.'' He flicked his tail while standing in front of her. ''Sure, the tables turned. It's real funny, but I'm letting you know now. Keep your eye on that companion of yours. It'd be a complete shame if he suddenly went...missing.'' Bluepaw says, shrugging slightly. ''You have disappointed me before, Alabasterpaw. I'm not expecting it to happen again.'' Once again, he circled around her, brushing his fur against her slowly before he trotted off a few distances away. He didn't bother telling her where he was going. Nor, did he care. His mouth was heavily parched, and he needed water to quench that feeling.

[Splash]

The tom wasn't quite sure whether to laugh or be uncomfortable, so his chuckle came out as a mix of both. He found the situation funny, but extraordinarily uncomfortable at the same time. It was odd, not having Gingerblossom there to lighten the mood... but, Drizzleshard was doing fine on her own. But, her question made him begin to laugh more and harder. "Be-because..." He coud hardly get the word out for laughing so hard, but once he was through, took a deep breath and regrouped himself, fixing his posture and trying to take on a more impressive stance. "Sorry. It just kind of seemed to fit you, y'know... don't you like it? I think Drizzy is a great nickname. Just rolls right off your tongue, see, say it again - Driz-zy." He sounded the word out, his tail flicking as he did so. Blazingcomet was not one to get into serious talk so early, and pretended not to have heard her words, looking up at the sky or around him as though there was some other Blazingcomet. But, he was a flirt! A mastermind trickster! This was what he did for a living. "I think you're pretty special too, Drizzy boo." That was even funnier then the first, although the tom had to be careful not to laugh. Obviously she was taking this seriously and he wanted to respect that... to the best of his ability, of course. That was all she could ask for him, was his best... right?
Drizzleshard blinked at Blazingcomet's slow pronunciation of her name. Driz-zy. How bad was it? Blazingcomet could have chosen something, many things worse.
...no he couldn't have.
She couldn't control her laughter; within a few moments Drizzleshard was laughing harder than Blazingcomet, if that was possible. Her dappled silver flank heaved as she struggled, then just gave up in taming the giggle-gone-crazy. Once she had finally gotten her laugh under control, she looked back at Blazingcomet, her tail flicking happily. The lithe she-cat smiled at the first part of the orange tom's words, and broke down into laughter even harder than before at the second. Drizzy-boo? Why in StarClan's sake... but Drizzleshard decided to just go for it. What could she call him? "Aw, you do, Blazey? I'm flattered," she said dramatically, bursting into laughter again after that line.

[Random Melody]

Lucif had ventured out a little too far from the territory. In fact, so far that he ran into a cat's worst enemy; the fox. A fox that was prowling around, looking for trouble. That laid it's conniving eyes onto the grey and white tom. Lucif was quite the large cat, looking more of a brooder than someone you would deem happy. He trotted on in secrecy. He didn't know what made him want to join Skyclan. Nor, did he have a purpose of staying. He had received recent news about Raziel's recent whereabouts. Would he allow that chance to pass? To finally seek the revenge that Raziel left on him? They were a team! They were best friends! And, Raziel had left him for dead. He betrayed him, and it left Lucif fuming. That's when the Fox had made it's appearance. Believing that Lucif was an easy target. The tom had whirl around and broke the fox in two. He watched as its body split around in a gruesome matter. Only with the use of his claws. Lucif had debated whether or not to bring it back as a souvenir. That would show everyone how evil he was. Because Lucif wasn't the type of cat afraid to get his paws dirty. In fact, he loved the feeling. It amused him.

Now, he was making his way back to the territory. Within the boundaries of his so-called clan he joined...only for revenge purposes. The tom was in deep thought, keeping his paws heavy--most likely scaring away all prey as he made his way through. He did not take notice of another cat as he bumped into them. Lucif growled. ''Watch where you're going.'' He seethed to the other cat, even though it was his fault for not paying attention. To Lucif, nothing was his fault. Nothing at all. And, if another cat disagreed with him? Well...let's just say. Don't.

Pigeoncloud was still deep in thought as they padded on, staring up at the sky with clear blue eyes. It felt peaceful, which Pigeoncloud sort-of liked. They liked peace for themselves, but not for other cats. The way they saw it, only they deserved peace, because Pigeon was stronger than those weaklings in SkyClan, the so-called warriors. Psh. But unfortunately, they were brought out of their thoughts as they bumped into another cat, and immediately snarled. Though they didnt have time to speak before the Tom was lashing out at them with his words, and Pigeoncloud's eyes hardened at once. "Rude." They growled lowly, looking the Tom up and down. He was quite large even for a Tom, and Pigeoncloud didnt recognize him at all.

Pigeoncloud knew everyone in SkyClan, from whiskers to tail tip. They had to, in order to seek out their next victim, see who would get under their fur. Pigeon was even aware of most of the loners around SkyClan's territory, and even a few Dusk Syndicate cats. However, this cat was a new face. Pigeon didnt like new faces. Another name to learn, more information to cram into their brain. But it had to be done to see who was next on their hit-list, and so far, this cat was the one. "Sincerest apologies for walking in my own territory." Pigeon's voice was laced with sarcasm, clearly unafraid by the Tom's large size. Mostly because Pigeon was maybe just an inch shorter than him, at the least, being a rather broad, tall cat them-self.

The ragdoll cat shook out their fur, looking Lucif up and down again. Their nose wrinkled up. The Tom smelled heavily of fox. Pigeon caught the blood scent too, but they found that rather delightful. The smell of blood always put a smile to their face. Tail flicking, Pigeoncloud stepped back to look at the Tom, sizing him up before speaking, sounding unimpressed. "So whats a rough 'n tough rogue like yourself doing in the middle of some weak Clan territory?" They sneered. Pigeon saw their whole Clan as weak, well besides Pigeon them-self of course! But that didnt matter, what mattered right now was the Tom in front of them, who Pigeoncloud wanted to either kill or flirt with, they didnt know. Yet.

[Brilliance]

Pigeoncloud was still deep in thought as they padded on, staring up at the sky with clear blue eyes. It felt peaceful, which Pigeoncloud sort-of liked. They liked peace for themselves, but not for other cats. The way they saw it, only they deserved peace, because Pigeon was stronger than those weaklings in SkyClan, the so-called warriors. Psh. But unfortunately, they were brought out of their thoughts as they bumped into another cat, and immediately snarled. Though they didnt have time to speak before the Tom was lashing out at them with his words, and Pigeoncloud's eyes hardened at once. "Rude." They growled lowly, looking the Tom up and down. He was quite large even for a Tom, and Pigeoncloud didnt recognize him at all.

Pigeoncloud knew everyone in SkyClan, from whiskers to tail tip. They had to, in order to seek out their next victim, see who would get under their fur. Pigeon was even aware of most of the loners around SkyClan's territory, and even a few Dusk Syndicate cats. However, this cat was a new face. Pigeon didnt like new faces. Another name to learn, more information to cram into their brain. But it had to be done to see who was next on their hit-list, and so far, this cat was the one. "Sincerest apologies for walking in my own territory." Pigeon's voice was laced with sarcasm, clearly unafraid by the Tom's large size. Mostly because Pigeon was maybe just an inch shorter than him, at the least, being a rather broad, tall cat them-self.

The ragdoll cat shook out their fur, looking Lucif up and down again. Their nose wrinkled up. The Tom smelled heavily of fox. Pigeon caught the blood scent too, but they found that rather delightful. The smell of blood always put a smile to their face. Tail flicking, Pigeoncloud stepped back to look at the Tom, sizing him up before speaking, sounding unimpressed. "So whats a rough 'n tough rogue like yourself doing in the middle of some weak Clan territory?" They sneered. Pigeon saw their whole Clan as weak, well besides Pigeon them-self of course! But that didnt matter, what mattered right now was the Tom in front of them, who Pigeoncloud wanted to either kill or flirt with, they didnt know. Yet.

The white and grey tom suppressed a growl within in throat. This cat...he couldn't explain it, but he was far from impressed. More along the lines of being annoyed. He rolled his eyes as the other cat looked him over, as if checking what he was made up."All brawn and muscle," he smirked. "Like what you see?" Suddenly, he snarled towards the other cat. The other cat was board themselves, not like some of the other lanky felines around. Though Lucif didn't care much about physical appearance or whether someone appeared more intelligent then others. There was a lot that Lucif didn't care about. One thing he did care about? Vengeance. When he was angry, no one needed to be in his way. He was quite the violent tom. It was a surprise Grousestar gave him a chance to settle here, Albeit he didn't know about the past. Of what Lucif used to do. Used to? That was a funny thought.

All Lucif wanted to do was get on his way. He wanted to settle down and groom his pelt from the abnormal smell of fox blood. What if the other cats smelled it? The one in front of him seemed to take the whiff of the smell. Lucif unconsciously allowed his claws to sink in and out. He kept his gaze upon the other cat, his whiskers quivering. Upon the next words of the cat, the tom couldn't help but splutter out a chuckle. It was a deep dark chuckle, and his shook the smoothness of his pelt. "Your territory?" He repeated, half amused. "I don't see any cats bowing to you in order for it to be your territory." For Lucif, these grounds were free. They were like little hunting grounds to find cats to manipulate. All Lucif wanted was for others to believe him. For others to follow his lead. It was no doubt that the tom grew jealous of some sort. Especially since he was selfish to the core. He carried a crude humor as well, as he sarcastically bowed his head toward the smaller cat. "My sincerest apologies for not recognizing that." He snorted as he looked up, and flicked his tail as he was ready to leave.

He didn't get far however, because the cat continued to talk. Lucif slowly turned his head back around, and he gave a simple shrug. It was comical to him that they thought the clan were weak. Why were they settling here if they thought it was weak? As Lucif looked around, the tom took note that Skyclan was weak. It was not his type of prey of choosing a place to live, but a familiar smell dragged him here. Out of revenge it was. Only...he hadn't seen his target lately, but he kept his yellowish green hues open, peering through the shadows for an orange spotted feline. "I don't think you need to worry about why I'm here. It has none to concern you. Haven't your mother ever taught you to mind your own business?" His voice was calm, but low and deep. He wasn't mad. Oh, he was calm. Extremelycalm and pleasant like. It gave a chill whenever he happened to be so. But, that was Lucif. He was a remorseless, merciless, selfish feline. And, for some odd reason, he wouldn't change it for the world. For a final touch, Lucif calmly approached the other feline, leaning his head to calmly whisper into their ear. "I'd advise you think before you ask. Some cats become quite angry very quickly." Then he pulled away, and began to slowly pad off. His eyes narrowed, as he looked ahead of him.

[Random Melody]

The white and grey tom suppressed a growl within in throat. This cat...he couldn't explain it, but he was far from impressed. More along the lines of being annoyed. He rolled his eyes as the other cat looked him over, as if checking what he was made up."All brawn and muscle," he smirked. "Like what you see?" Suddenly, he snarled towards the other cat. The other cat was board themselves, not like some of the other lanky felines around. Though Lucif didn't care much about physical appearance or whether someone appeared more intelligent then others. There was a lot that Lucif didn't care about. One thing he did care about? Vengeance. When he was angry, no one needed to be in his way. He was quite the violent tom. It was a surprise Grousestar gave him a chance to settle here, Albeit he didn't know about the past. Of what Lucif used to do. Used to? That was a funny thought.

All Lucif wanted to do was get on his way. He wanted to settle down and groom his pelt from the abnormal smell of fox blood. What if the other cats smelled it? The one in front of him seemed to take the whiff of the smell. Lucif unconsciously allowed his claws to sink in and out. He kept his gaze upon the other cat, his whiskers quivering. Upon the next words of the cat, the tom couldn't help but splutter out a chuckle. It was a deep dark chuckle, and his shook the smoothness of his pelt. "Your territory?" He repeated, half amused. "I don't see any cats bowing to you in order for it to be your territory." For Lucif, these grounds were free. They were like little hunting grounds to find cats to manipulate. All Lucif wanted was for others to believe him. For others to follow his lead. It was no doubt that the tom grew jealous of some sort. Especially since he was selfish to the core. He carried a crude humor as well, as he sarcastically bowed his head toward the smaller cat. "My sincerest apologies for not recognizing that." He snorted as he looked up, and flicked his tail as he was ready to leave.

He didn't get far however, because the cat continued to talk. Lucif slowly turned his head back around, and he gave a simple shrug. It was comical to him that they thought the clan were weak. Why were they settling here if they thought it was weak? As Lucif looked around, the tom took note that Skyclan was weak. It was not his type of prey of choosing a place to live, but a familiar smell dragged him here. Out of revenge it was. Only...he hadn't seen his target lately, but he kept his yellowish green hues open, peering through the shadows for an orange spotted feline. "I don't think you need to worry about why I'm here. It has none to concern you. Haven't your mother ever taught you to mind your own business?" His voice was calm, but low and deep. He wasn't mad. Oh, he was calm. Extremelycalm and pleasant like. It gave a chill whenever he happened to be so. But, that was Lucif. He was a remorseless, merciless, selfish feline. And, for some odd reason, he wouldn't change it for the world. For a final touch, Lucif calmly approached the other feline, leaning his head to calmly whisper into their ear. "I'd advise you think before you ask. Some cats become quite angry very quickly." Then he pulled away, and began to slowly pad off. His eyes narrowed, as he looked ahead of him.


"Oooh." Pigeoncloud pretended to shiver as Lucif snarled, the cat's amused blue eyes meeting the Tom's. "Honestly, yeah, I do." Their eyes narrowed in a teasing, taunting manner as they let their tongue glide over their jaws before continuing, "though, I have seen better. Across the border," Their tail flicked toward the Dusk Syndicate territory, not taking their eyes off of Lucif. "Cats in the Syndicate, they're good looking, i'll tell you that." A smirk pulled at Pigeon's lips, head tilting with innocence as they eyed Lucif. While they honestly didnt care for other cats much, this Tom piqued their interest, and Pigeon didnt get interested often. Not in cats.

They found themselves looking Lucif up and down again, eyes flickering over the Tom's pelt with barely concealed interest. But their eyes flitted back to his face when he spoke again, and Pigeon rolled their eyes in an almost playful manner. "Awww, you're so cute when you act sarcastic." They pouted teasingly, lowering there muzzle slightly and giving Lucif a cold grin. Then, Pigeon stretched up onto the tips of their paws, giving a soft yawn. "No, you're right, I dont have enough cats bowing down to me to make this my territory." They hummed, then added with narrowed eyes, "Not that I want this weak, open territory. I prefer dark lands, like the Syndicate... Or even ShadowClan, honestly." They scoffed, and stood still as Lucif began to trot off, thinking.

Then, Pigeon's ears twitched and they turned slightly to stare at the Tom, curiosity in their eyes. "Hm. Its fun to get in other cats' business, though." As he came forward to whisper in Pigeon's ear, they barely moved, simply meeting his gaze with complete amusement and frustrating calmness. "Well i'd love to see that." They purred out, voice laced with sarcasm and amusement. Then, with one last stretch, Pigeoncloud trotted forward to catch up with Lucif. Only an inch shorter, Pigeon was eye level with him with ease, padding beside the Tom. Occasionally, they spared him a glance before looking back around the territory. "You seem like you're looking for something- someone, maybe." Pigeoncloud commented, ears pricked up and listening around for other cats. "I happen to know my way around the Clan." This cat would be a nice possible ally, maybe even a lackey, although Pigeon doubted he'd go for that, judging by his personality. Perhaps a partner in crime, that was more like it.

[The Cannibal]

Neverfalter padded up towards the front of the Skyrock. For once he didn't seem like a terrified kit, he looked lighter and more confident as if a weight had been lifted from his heart. His paws no longer shook with trepidation at each step, and he no longer slunk along the ground miserably. He looked up at his leader, his blue and green eyes shown with melancholy and gratitude.
He would never forget his clan as long as he lived, he would always remember the den he was born in, the forests he trained in, and the cats he lived with.

He blinked slowly in silent thanks, before turning back to the clan. He took a deep breath as his gaze swept across the cats of Skyclan, his eyes glittered like stars as they shone with tears. They were not tears of fear, nor pain. They were tears that were filled with love and sadness, but also hope. "Cats of Skyclan," he began. His voice was no longer shaky, but calm like the sound of a gentle summer breeze. "As Grousestar has told you, I have decided that I wish to leave the clan. I'm sorry that I must leave you all, but I feel that the clan is not my place. You will never see me again, but do not feel bad. It was none of your faults. I'm not mad at any of you and I will never forget the place I grew up. So... this is goodbye." With a sad sigh, the three-legged tom sat down at the base of the Skyrock and waited to be escorted away after the meeting was over.

Neverfalter looked out over his soon to be old home. He gazed sadly as he watched the familiar trees blow softly as if the forest was saying goodbye as well.
Grousestar quietly sat by as he allowed Neverfalter's clanmates to say their final goodbyes to him, his emerald eyes watching them for a moment before focusing up at the canopy above. The sun wasn't shining too brightly today, it was more of a cloudy day and it caused the slightest of frowns to appear on the toms lips. Even the sun couldn't shine too brightly on a day like this, but unfortunately, the three-legged warrior had chosen what he did and being the kind cat he was, there would be no stopping him. He was losing a warrior today. Quietly he hoped that Starclan would continue to watch over the tom, but with him leaving the warrior code and warrior life behind, he wasn't sure if their ancestors would care for him any longer. The tom wished he could speak with them, but he knew Starclan would come in their own time if they wished to speak. He slightly longed to be able to speak to them again, it's been quite a few moons. Shaking his head, Grousestar cleared his thoughts for a moment before focusing on Neverfalter again.

After the allotted time passed, the brown tabby leader would stand up and nod to Neverfalter before making his approach to the entrance to the clan, not looking back until he reached it and only then waiting for the warrior to be at his side before continuing into the territory, the leaders head not held so high and a smile not on his muzzle. Once they had made their way far enough from the camp to where they won't be heard, Grousestar spoke.
"Are you completely sure of your choice Neverfalter? Are you really willing to leave your warrior life behind to be on your own?"
It was clear the leader was reluctant to give up on his warrior, he didn't want him to leave. But he was torn because he didn't want the tom to be miserable here either. With a small frown tucked onto his muzzle, he glanced over at the cat he was escorting to the border.

"You do know I won't be able to accept you back, even if you beg.. Correct?" The tom knows he's said it before, but he just wanted to make absolute positive. He just didn't want his warrior to leave.

[lone]

Drizzleshard blinked at Blazingcomet's slow pronunciation of her name. Driz-zy. How bad was it? Blazingcomet could have chosen something, many things worse.
...no he couldn't have.
She couldn't control her laughter; within a few moments Drizzleshard was laughing harder than Blazingcomet, if that was possible. Her dappled silver flank heaved as she struggled, then just gave up in taming the giggle-gone-crazy. Once she had finally gotten her laugh under control, she looked back at Blazingcomet, her tail flicking happily. The lithe she-cat smiled at the first part of the orange tom's words, and broke down into laughter even harder than before at the second. Drizzy-boo? Why in StarClan's sake... but Drizzleshard decided to just go for it. What could she call him? "Aw, you do, Blazey? I'm flattered," she said dramatically, bursting into laughter again after that line.

"Hey, pretty good!" Blazingcomet laughed after her announcement of her new nickname for him. Blazey was a nice name. He liked it. "So that makes me Blazeycomet now, right? The fiercest warrior in all the land! Cats run away from the dreaded Blazey!" His expression became playful as he took a few pawsteps towards her, half creeping and half moving quickly before he leapt, tail waving wildly behind him and hues flashing with excitement as he aimed for the silvery feline. Drizzleshard was a fun cat to hang around. He liked it. And he was enjoying his time with her even right now, just laughing and talking about nothing. All good things came to an end, but he would milk this until it was far beyond ended. He would keep their play going for as long as he could before they had to stop and talk about a serious matter. Blazingcomet wished that Gingerblossom were there at the moment, but he would have to make do without her - she had always been good at keeping a conversation positive. He could do that, though! No big deal. Yeah... no big deal.









The one thing Asterpaw wanted to do more then anything else at the moment was talk to Azulpaw. Just talk to him. About anything, really - well no, that was a lie. She wanted to talk about what had happened. Why he was with Alabasterpaw. Why she had gone with Bluepaw, why she wasn't talking to him, what was going on with everything around them... those topics in particular. But anything would do. Anything except for the reason she had gone to Bluepaw for. Azulpaw could never know that she had killed a cat. She had killed him. And she'd tried to stop the blood from coming, she could remember the way he had looked at her right before he died... those eyes would haunt her memory forever. Sparta. That had been his name, Sparta, but he was gone now and she was still living. Although perhaps she shouldn't be. In part Asterpaw wished she were dead.
　
Dead alongside that Dusk Syndicate cat where she would have been found and of course her friends would have mourned her... they would have been sad if she died... but at least she would feel like she had done something right. How was that supposed to fix things? Asterpaw didn't know. She was just confused at the moment, and lost, and worn out... worn down... more then anyone could know. Her hues flashed for a moment with worry before she sighed and put her head on her paws. So, in a shorter version of what she was thinking of, Asterpaw was depressed - partly bored - and wanted to talk to her friend. That was all. The sting in her ear was gone by now, and she was glad of that much... at least Bluepaw hadn't bitten her too hard. But the shock from the initial bite still wasn't gone. Why? Why had he felt like that was a good idea in the moment?
　
Sure, she had done things she regretted, but physical harm was not one of them. At all. The mention of physical harm brought Asterpaw's hues down to her leg. It was still scarred. Not to mention the rest of her body wasn't looking too good either... that cat had at least fought hard. Perhaps that was what was keeping her on the brink of sanity. Asterpaw had never had a reason to fight that hard before. Never had a reason to kill before. But she had been fighting for her life, and in that moment, as Buzzardstride had reminded her... it was her life or his. Should've been mine. I'm not a killer. I'm not a fighter. It's not who I am and I shouldn't have tried. Those thoughts didn't help her much, although they were meant to at first. She wasn't a killer. She wasn't a fighter. Those were the only two things that seemed to offer any consolation to the distressed Asterpaw.
　
If only she could just talk to him. But at the moment? Asterpaw couldn't even bring herself to look at him, and it was probably a good thing that she couldn't see him staring at her. Swallowing, she kept her eyes fixed on the ground and moved in that direction before turning her back on him once more. Perhaps... perhaps she could just... just ask for an explanation. That couldn't hurt, right? It was okay, right? If Bluepaw came back she would tell him what had happened. "I'm not supposed to talk to you." Pause. "And I don't know why I am right now." Pause. "Okay, maybe I do, but I have a good reason." A third pause, and this time she sighed and brought herself to look at him - just briefly, just so he could see that she was making an effort. Perhaps she should move away. The feline quickly did so, far enough away so that it didn't look like anything was happening.
　

"Why? Why are you with Alabasterpaw? Why isn't she trying to..."
Her voice trailed off, faltering for a moment before she continued. "Hurt you? Why are you so upset?" Why. Just why would have been a perfect question, but she wanted to talk. It felt good to talk. Asterpaw hoped that her questions would be answered, so she could sort her way out of this mystery that she seemed to have gotten herself into. But, everyone had played a part in it... Bluepaw. Silverpaw. Nightpaw. Foxpaw. Azulpaw. Alabasterpaw. All of those cats had contributed to her confusion, and she was sure she had contributed something to their lives. Perhaps not Silverpaw, she still wasn't sure what she thought of the little silver cat, and perhaps not Foxpaw, but the others she was confident about. But why? That was a question that she was currently asking now. Just like a kit, she was curious. And just like a kit, she wanted to know everything about her current world.
　
As Bluepaw moved away, Alabasterpaw stayed sitting. She thought for a moment about her past... and what she wanted her future to look like. The past was muddy. She understood that her once snow white pelt, and once completely clean record were both soiled now, but she could fix that. Wipe her slate clean. Clean her pelt. No one would ever know that she had done anything, and Alabasterpaw would once again be the number one flirt in the Clan. Well... if she did start over, perhaps she would change a few things. It was too bad she couldn't go back in time. She would have chosen Azulpaw to begin with. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened. Perhaps then she wouldn't have another sinister cat that she was pairing up with. For another, she wouldn't have hurt the grey tom. Jealousy did some crazy things to the mind, but this was crazy on a whole new level.
　
This was crazy times one hundred. And, Alabasterpaw was perfectly aware of it. For a third thing, she probably wouldn't have partnered up with Bluepaw. The piebald cat scared her, whether he was aware of it or not - but it didn't matter if he was aware of it. It would have been better if he didn't know. For her future? Bluepaw would stay with Asterpaw. She would stay with Azulpaw. They would have kits, and families of their own, and hopefully things would stay neutral between them. If she could, she could break her future mate apart by having him fight with Asterpaw more. That was why she wanted them to talk. Fighting always broke hearts... and, sometimes resulted in scars. Both physically and emotionally. They didn't need any more scars... well, Asterpaw could use some physical ones just so that she was no equal in beauty to Alabasterpaw, although the she cat was confident that wasn't the case at all.
　
That couldn't be why Bluepaw had chosen her! It just couldn't. Alabasterpaw glanced over to see her sister sitting closer then she had before. Was it her imagination, or... was Asterpaw talking? "Ooh, naughty naughty, girly." Her laugh came out high pitched and maniacal, although it wasn't loud enough for the two apprentices to hear. Slipping into the shadows that she seemed to be so comfortable with, Alabasterpaw headed back in that direction. Her paws didn't make a sound as she moved across the ground. Her purr was rumbling in her throat silently, and her hues shone with a light that would never be extinguished. Yes, in short... Alabasterpaw was thrilled. Sneaking up behind the two, she remained hidden, her blue hues glowing in the darkness - dimly, of course. Hearing Asterpaw's questions peaked her curiosity for the tom's answers, and she awaited for him to respond before she would show herself.

@Constellation (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)

[:blue:]

@Raven & Co

Spottedheart silently padded through the territory, careful to avoid where she could smell other cats. Honestly, Kits were a lot of work, and, being the mother she was, she felt like she deserved a break. It was nice to be out of the stuffy air of the nursery anyways, sure, it was comfortable, but soon she would be moving back to the warriors' den, hopefully, anyways. From what she could remember, it wasn't as stuffy, though there were a lot of warriors in there, making the tortoiseshell slightly claustrophobic.

She shook those thoughts away, she was out in the territory! Her kits weren't following her! It was nice to just be able to breathe, not having to worry about play-fighting getting too rough, or any of that. Well, that was just the thing she would be worrying about, without her not being there and watching them. What if one of them got hurt? What would happen then? Calm down Spotted, she murmured to herself, letting out a breath, padding slowly now, enjoying being out of the nursery while she could.

It would be nice to walk along with her kits, or with Daystripe, though she guessed she would have to wait until her kits were apprentices. The three seemed so strong anyways, so they would probably have no trouble with their training, no matter what mentor they were given! She smiled to herself again, thinking that she maybe go back, though she decided the other queens could watch the three for awhile, they weren't that much of a pawful anyways. To feel like old times, she would just need Daystripe by her side, and it was all she could take not to keep glancing around her to see if he was nearby, enjoying her own free time for now.

[Gone]

@Raven & Co

Spottedheart silently padded through the territory, careful to avoid where she could smell other cats. Honestly, Kits were a lot of work, and, being the mother she was, she felt like she deserved a break. It was nice to be out of the stuffy air of the nursery anyways, sure, it was comfortable, but soon she would be moving back to the warriors' den, hopefully, anyways. From what she could remember, it wasn't as stuffy, though there were a lot of warriors in there, making the tortoiseshell slightly claustrophobic.

She shook those thoughts away, she was out in the territory! Her kits weren't following her! It was nice to just be able to breathe, not having to worry about play-fighting getting too rough, or any of that. Well, that was just the thing she would be worrying about, without her not being there and watching them. What if one of them got hurt? What would happen then? Calm down Spotted, she murmured to herself, letting out a breath, padding slowly now, enjoying being out of the nursery while she could.

It would be nice to walk along with her kits, or with Daystripe, though she guessed she would have to wait until her kits were apprentices. The three seemed so strong anyways, so they would probably have no trouble with their training, no matter what mentor they were given! She smiled to herself again, thinking that she maybe go back, though she decided the other queens could watch the three for awhile, they weren't that much of a pawful anyways. To feel like old times, she would just need Daystripe by her side, and it was all she could take not to keep glancing around her to see if he was nearby, enjoying her own free time for now.
Daystripe had finally stepped out onto the territory, taking in a good whiff of the air and smiling, it was a lot better than always being in the nursery, in all honestly, he mostly stayed with his mate and kits, after all, he did want a good relation with them, and not being there for them sure wasn't the right way to do so, so, whenever he could, he simply hung out with his family, and his mate didn't seem to hate that, in fact, she seemed pleased that he was so devoted to both his clan and family so much.

Finally taking sight of his mate, the auburn tom ran over as fast as he could. "Spottedheart, my love!" He purred and licked her cheek lovingly, gazing down at the beautiful tortoiseshell. "So, I guess the kits are asleep if you're out here, we kind of need some time alone, maybe a walk or something?" He asked, it would actually be great to have some time together again, alone without kits, after all, it would be like that for a while, not that he was against it, because being a father was amazing, he could thank StarClan a thousand times and it still wouldn't be enough to express how happy he was to be a father, to finally have a family and all that stuff. But he sure wouldn't say no to some alone time with his mate, just like before.

[Brilliance]

"Oooh." Pigeoncloud pretended to shiver as Lucif snarled, the cat's amused blue eyes meeting the Tom's. "Honestly, yeah, I do." Their eyes narrowed in a teasing, taunting manner as they let their tongue glide over their jaws before continuing, "though, I have seen better. Across the border," Their tail flicked toward the Dusk Syndicate territory, not taking their eyes off of Lucif. "Cats in the Syndicate, they're good looking, i'll tell you that." A smirk pulled at Pigeon's lips, head tilting with innocence as they eyed Lucif. While they honestly didnt care for other cats much, this Tom piqued their interest, and Pigeon didnt get interested often. Not in cats.

They found themselves looking Lucif up and down again, eyes flickering over the Tom's pelt with barely concealed interest. But their eyes flitted back to his face when he spoke again, and Pigeon rolled their eyes in an almost playful manner. "Awww, you're so cute when you act sarcastic." They pouted teasingly, lowering there muzzle slightly and giving Lucif a cold grin. Then, Pigeon stretched up onto the tips of their paws, giving a soft yawn. "No, you're right, I dont have enough cats bowing down to me to make this my territory." They hummed, then added with narrowed eyes, "Not that I want this weak, open territory. I prefer dark lands, like the Syndicate... Or even ShadowClan, honestly." They scoffed, and stood still as Lucif began to trot off, thinking.

Then, Pigeon's ears twitched and they turned slightly to stare at the Tom, curiosity in their eyes. "Hm. Its fun to get in other cats' business, though." As he came forward to whisper in Pigeon's ear, they barely moved, simply meeting his gaze with complete amusement and frustrating calmness. "Well i'd love to see that." They purred out, voice laced with sarcasm and amusement. Then, with one last stretch, Pigeoncloud trotted forward to catch up with Lucif. Only an inch shorter, Pigeon was eye level with him with ease, padding beside the Tom. Occasionally, they spared him a glance before looking back around the territory. "You seem like you're looking for something- someone, maybe." Pigeoncloud commented, ears pricked up and listening around for other cats. "I happen to know my way around the Clan." This cat would be a nice possible ally, maybe even a lackey, although Pigeon doubted he'd go for that, judging by his personality. Perhaps a partner in crime, that was more like it.

Lucif walked slowly, though proudly. The tom always took his time when going places, whether it made him late or not. See, Lucif didn't live on time. He created his own time, and thus made others made because he wasn't working on their time. No one could boss Lucif around. He made sure he kept everything concealed--because the most thing he despised, was having other people in his business. Just like the cat, padding before him like he wanted them to follow him. The tom gave an occasional hum. He stopped upon hearing her words, and he simply kept his eyes forward, albeit a smirk upon his maw. "If the Syndicate is so much better than this dump, why don't you change your home?" He didn't really care about the Syndicats. It wasn't his goal to be there. The simple goal was to get rid of a cat that betrayed him so long ago, and left him to die. Lucif didn't give up so easily, and he didn't want the other cat to know his business. "Don't you have anything better to do than to follow me around like a little puppy?" He seethed. Dogs, or other creatures he didn't mind. In fact, he ignored them. It made him sick to see dogs following two legs around as if their life depended on No-furs.

He didn't take offense to their, somewhat insult towards him. He didn't care one way or the other. "Sorry to disappoint that I'm no Syndicate cat." He remarks. "Not like it matters, anyway." The broad tom flicked his tail as he continued to move slowly. His eyes scanned around the area, focusing on many cats hunting along. Lucif didn't hunt. He didn't do many things since he joined the clan. Instead, he played dense minded as if he didn't know how to do many of the things that these cats knew. It played well with him, giving him a few sympathetic looks, and so far he managed to get s few sweet cats to do everything he desired. Now, looking back at this other cat...could he do the same with them? The only difference with this cat and others was their attitude. It annoyed him to an extreme, but he somewhat liked it. He could tell that this cat didn't like being run over. Which was aggravating, yet humorous together.

Upon the cat's next words, Lucif stopped in his steps. He turned sharply--swiftly around so that he was inches apart from their face. "Do not call me cute." He moved his eyes up and down, but still stayed extremely close for comfort. "Especially since you don't know what I'm capable of." The nerve of this cat had for insulting him in such a way. To him, the cat looked young and dumb. As of asking for a fight. A fight that Lucif was glad to give. He pulled away, turning back around with a huff. First, it was the fox that was bothering him, and now it was this cat. Didn’t the world ever want to stop messing with him?

Lucif kicked a rock to the side with his paw as he continued on. His ears flicked because he knew that they were following him. ‘’Hmph, dark lands, huh?’’ He stopped once more, bringing his head up to look at the sky. It was fairly still high morning, which annoyed him. The tom enjoyed doing his deeds at night. It was easy for him slink into the darkness, blinding in with the trees. Even if his pelt took on a light color, he felt that his light steps--his stealthness was enough to contribute to the skill. ‘’Close your eyes, then. You’ll be able to rule on the dark lands you want.’’ He snickered, darkly. The tom didn’t care much about territory. He didn’t care about cats bowing down to him, or being called a leader. Sometimes it even left him baffled.

‘’It’s also fun minding your own business,’’ He retorts, and takes one look at them through the corner of his eyes. ‘’It keeps you alive. Don’t you want to stay alive?’’ He proceeded to tilt his head, making his voice laced with innocence as he stared at them. Their attitude made Lucif’s ears rise in heat, and it took all his patience not to take a paw and lash out at them. Instead of losing his patience, Lucif slowly circled around the other cat, keeping their pelts inches apart as he flicked his tail to brush it alongside them. ‘’I will gladly show you. All it takes is one wrong move.’’ He purred, before removing himself once more and continuing on his way. Even though the tom didn’t use time. When it came to him? And, others wasted his time? Then, yes he would become angry. Too angry that they were stepping into his business.

Like now. Had they needed to continue to talk? Lucif swayed his tail behind him as he padded forward. He didn’t bother looking back as the other cat spoke. Instead, he hummed a pleasant tune, trying to knock their voice out his head, but nothing seemed to work. His ears turned towards them, piping with interest for a short moment. ‘’It doesn’t concern you who--What, I’m looking for.’’ He says. ‘’And, I doubt you would know. It’s...more complicated than you think.’’ He says, then stops as he entered into a long stretch, allowing his muscles to ripple from his smooth pelt. With his tail flickering behind him, the tom sat up once more, and he quickly glanced towards the other cat. ‘’You don’t listen well, do you?’’ He let out a chuckle. ‘’That’s going to be the death of you someday. Don’t cross the wrong cat,’’ He proceeded to narrow his eyes, then smirk. ‘’Like me.’’ He growled. Lucif didn’t know what this other cat wanted, or why they felt that he was their friend. Lucif didn’t make friends. He rarely showed any type of emotion.





The one thing Asterpaw wanted to do more then anything else at the moment was talk to Azulpaw. Just talk to him. About anything, really - well no, that was a lie. She wanted to talk about what had happened. Why he was with Alabasterpaw. Why she had gone with Bluepaw, why she wasn't talking to him, what was going on with everything around them... those topics in particular. But anything would do. Anything except for the reason she had gone to Bluepaw for. Azulpaw could never know that she had killed a cat. She had killed him. And she'd tried to stop the blood from coming, she could remember the way he had looked at her right before he died... those eyes would haunt her memory forever. Sparta. That had been his name, Sparta, but he was gone now and she was still living. Although perhaps she shouldn't be. In part Asterpaw wished she were dead.
　
Dead alongside that Dusk Syndicate cat where she would have been found and of course her friends would have mourned her... they would have been sad if she died... but at least she would feel like she had done something right. How was that supposed to fix things? Asterpaw didn't know. She was just confused at the moment, and lost, and worn out... worn down... more then anyone could know. Her hues flashed for a moment with worry before she sighed and put her head on her paws. So, in a shorter version of what she was thinking of, Asterpaw was depressed - partly bored - and wanted to talk to her friend. That was all. The sting in her ear was gone by now, and she was glad of that much... at least Bluepaw hadn't bitten her too hard. But the shock from the initial bite still wasn't gone. Why? Why had he felt like that was a good idea in the moment?
　
Sure, she had done things she regretted, but physical harm was not one of them. At all. The mention of physical harm brought Asterpaw's hues down to her leg. It was still scarred. Not to mention the rest of her body wasn't looking too good either... that cat had at least fought hard. Perhaps that was what was keeping her on the brink of sanity. Asterpaw had never had a reason to fight that hard before. Never had a reason to kill before. But she had been fighting for her life, and in that moment, as Buzzardstride had reminded her... it was her life or his. Should've been mine. I'm not a killer. I'm not a fighter. It's not who I am and I shouldn't have tried. Those thoughts didn't help her much, although they were meant to at first. She wasn't a killer. She wasn't a fighter. Those were the only two things that seemed to offer any consolation to the distressed Asterpaw.
　
If only she could just talk to him. But at the moment? Asterpaw couldn't even bring herself to look at him, and it was probably a good thing that she couldn't see him staring at her. Swallowing, she kept her eyes fixed on the ground and moved in that direction before turning her back on him once more. Perhaps... perhaps she could just... just ask for an explanation. That couldn't hurt, right? It was okay, right? If Bluepaw came back she would tell him what had happened. "I'm not supposed to talk to you." Pause. "And I don't know why I am right now." Pause. "Okay, maybe I do, but I have a good reason." A third pause, and this time she sighed and brought herself to look at him - just briefly, just so he could see that she was making an effort. Perhaps she should move away. The feline quickly did so, far enough away so that it didn't look like anything was happening.
　

"Why? Why are you with Alabasterpaw? Why isn't she trying to..."
Her voice trailed off, faltering for a moment before she continued. "Hurt you? Why are you so upset?" Why. Just why would have been a perfect question, but she wanted to talk. It felt good to talk. Asterpaw hoped that her questions would be answered, so she could sort her way out of this mystery that she seemed to have gotten herself into. But, everyone had played a part in it... Bluepaw. Silverpaw. Nightpaw. Foxpaw. Azulpaw. Alabasterpaw. All of those cats had contributed to her confusion, and she was sure she had contributed something to their lives. Perhaps not Silverpaw, she still wasn't sure what she thought of the little silver cat, and perhaps not Foxpaw, but the others she was confident about. But why? That was a question that she was currently asking now. Just like a kit, she was curious. And just like a kit, she wanted to know everything about her current world.
　
As Bluepaw moved away, Alabasterpaw stayed sitting. She thought for a moment about her past... and what she wanted her future to look like. The past was muddy. She understood that her once snow white pelt, and once completely clean record were both soiled now, but she could fix that. Wipe her slate clean. Clean her pelt. No one would ever know that she had done anything, and Alabasterpaw would once again be the number one flirt in the Clan. Well... if she did start over, perhaps she would change a few things. It was too bad she couldn't go back in time. She would have chosen Azulpaw to begin with. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened. Perhaps then she wouldn't have another sinister cat that she was pairing up with. For another, she wouldn't have hurt the grey tom. Jealousy did some crazy things to the mind, but this was crazy on a whole new level.
　
This was crazy times one hundred. And, Alabasterpaw was perfectly aware of it. For a third thing, she probably wouldn't have partnered up with Bluepaw. The piebald cat scared her, whether he was aware of it or not - but it didn't matter if he was aware of it. It would have been better if he didn't know. For her future? Bluepaw would stay with Asterpaw. She would stay with Azulpaw. They would have kits, and families of their own, and hopefully things would stay neutral between them. If she could, she could break her future mate apart by having him fight with Asterpaw more. That was why she wanted them to talk. Fighting always broke hearts... and, sometimes resulted in scars. Both physically and emotionally. They didn't need any more scars... well, Asterpaw could use some physical ones just so that she was no equal in beauty to Alabasterpaw, although the she cat was confident that wasn't the case at all.
　
That couldn't be why Bluepaw had chosen her! It just couldn't. Alabasterpaw glanced over to see her sister sitting closer then she had before. Was it her imagination, or... was Asterpaw talking? "Ooh, naughty naughty, girly." Her laugh came out high pitched and maniacal, although it wasn't loud enough for the two apprentices to hear. Slipping into the shadows that she seemed to be so comfortable with, Alabasterpaw headed back in that direction. Her paws didn't make a sound as she moved across the ground. Her purr was rumbling in her throat silently, and her hues shone with a light that would never be extinguished. Yes, in short... Alabasterpaw was thrilled. Sneaking up behind the two, she remained hidden, her blue hues glowing in the darkness - dimly, of course. Hearing Asterpaw's questions peaked her curiosity for the tom's answers, and she awaited for him to respond before she would show herself.

@Constellation (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)




Azulpaw was lost in oblivion. Staring off into the distance, that he forgot that he was even staring at Asterpaw. Or, the outline of her that was. He was deep in thought, laying there motionless as he pondered about what happened. Indeed, he was quite baffled. He felt alone. The natural enemy, and staring off into space didn’t seem to be helping him. Azulpaw finally made movement. It was a very small movement. Only the twitching of his nose. Soon enough, the grey tom bent down his head to poke his nose into the top of his paws. He allowed his head to linger there for a while, lost of void and desire. When he did pick up his head, it stayed down, and he began to notice every cut upon his body. He vaguely remembered the deep claw wounds Alabasterpaw enjoyed doing. Long caked from blood, but the wound scars were still there. And, would be there until his burial. Other than the claw wounds, his body was practically lathered in bruises. Cuts here, cuts there. He began to grow self-conscious of his looks. If there was a pond nearby, he would had loved to see how screwed up his face was.

Azulpaw had to admit that Alabasterpaw was not a coward when it came to destroying others. He allowed her to hurt him. For the simple fact that she wouldn’t hurt anyone else, but it backfired on him. If he would had known how frightened she really was, he wouldn’t have laid there and done nothing. He wouldn’t have sat there and allowed her to abuse him every which way. The tom was on the verge of raging. He was about ready to let go, but he simply lashed his tail. How long would he have to do this? Just sit here and stay quiet. To listen to Alabasterpaw’s words, and watch her bring him down? Wasn’t that the type of feline Alabasterpaw was? Right now, of course, she had the upper paw, but Azulpaw was far from scared now. In fact, he welcomed death like a new best friend, and maybe soon enough the tom would be joining him. It was such a shame how he sat there, depressed. His yellow hues had downcasted, and when he blinked them to look again at Asterpaw--she was long gone from the spot.

He didn’t know she had made her move. Suddenly, the she cat had appeared in front of him, and Azulpaw grew startled at her appearance. Was she not just talking to herself? Azulpaw didn’t know what to say to her as she spoke. For a while, Azulpaw didn’t say anything. He didn’t even bother looking at her. The tom begrudingly sat up, flicking his ears as he lazily put his tail around himself. His head turned side to side. Anything to avoid staring at his old friend. He knew it was wrong to just ignore her. He knew it was wrong to simply act like she wasn’t there. This was Asterpaw. She was a trusting friend that he could talk to. She could talk to him. He missed talking to her, but hearing the words that came out her mouth...she sounded exhausted. All life drained from her. Azulpaw felt guilty in that moment of hearing her say anything to him, though his pride--and attitude was still there. He doubt it would go anywhere.

‘’Well, then,’’ he paused, casually looking down at his paws to keep his undivided attention. ‘’You should be a good girl and listen to Bluepaw--don’t want to break your word, now do we?’’ Azulpaw knew he should had been a lot nicer. But had Azulpaw ever been nice? Even when he showed that he cared he was aggressive. It was the simple fact that he did care about Asterpaw still. If Bluepaw didn’t want her talking to him, why on earth was she right here? If he recalled, he heard her say Bluepaw had bit her. It made him angry that he couldn’t interfere in their relationship. Otherwise if he had, Alabasterpaw would had made her appearance and made his life tormented as possible. So, instead he put up a facade, a mask that showed he didn’t care. But, behind that mask was the same irritated tom that he always had been. At least one thing refused to change; his attitude.

Upon hearing her next words, the tom looked away. He didn’t know how to answer her question, and besides that, he felt that he didn’t need to. What? Was she going to force him to speak? The tom shifted on his paws in an uncomfortable manner. Everyone knew that the last feline Azulpaw chose to be with was Alabasterpaw--not even so. He felt that he would had killed himself, so that she would be the last feline on earth. It was funny. It really was.

It was sad.

And, depressing.

Azulpaw looked up once at her before looking down again. He tried with all his might to avoid her gaze--which were hard in his opinion. Azulpaw half-lidded his eyes, and cleared his throat. ‘’Why is such an excellent way to start a question; don’t you agree?’’ A ghost of a smile flickered onto his maw. ‘’You have so many questions, Asterpaw.’’ He calmly looked down once more, hitting a rock to kick it away with his paw. ‘’I think it doesn’t matter why I’m with Alabasterpaw. It’s just how...love works. I mean,’’ He paused, shrugging. ‘’You’re with Bluepaw. I’m not asking you how come you’re with him.’’ He finally looks up at her, his hues flashing their hurt state as he pinned his ears to the back of his head for a moment. Then, he looked away once more before she could catch the expression. He felt vulnerable, and the words that Alabasterpaw had told him beforehand, played in his head over and over. It was the only way he could stay mad at Asterpaw--even if it were lies he believed.

Azulpaw shook his head. She would never understand how come he was upset. She would never understand because he refused to tell her. He felt lifeless in that moment, and only wanted to be left alone. That, and the fact that he felt paranoid. Like someone was watching him within the shadows. They were watching his every move, so the tom kept his gaze on everything else. His voice low, hoping that the listening ear couldn’t hear. ‘’I’m not upset!’’ His hues lit up in alert. Did he look upset? Sound upset? Definitely not. He sounded the same. As for looks? That was debatable...

Azulpaw couldn’t afford to be upset. Especially when it came to Asterpaw. He had to play pretend. Like everything was okay. Soon enough, the grey tom knew it would be. Everything would pass them, and he would accept the future he was forced to live in. ‘’I’m happy for you!’’ He remarks, blinking his eyes repeatedly. The tom sat up, and swished his tail to the side. Lowering his voice, he casually says, ‘’Although, I would choose someone way better than Bluepaw. C’mon, what do you see in him? I honestly didn’t think he was your type.’’ The tom was, of course joking, and a small rumble was felt in his throat as he tried his best to play along. Act like himself. This wasn’t a big deal. On the other hand, he was a bit baffled because he remembered clearly of what Asterpaw was into. Then again, cats changed as time did, and perhaps she had grown to love...demented and violent cats. Azulpaw twitched his nose, and he sat back down, wrapping his tail loosely around him as he started fidgeting with his tongue coursing through his pelt. Even though it was clean, he still felt slightly agitated, and at the same time calm. Was he beginning to go crazy? Of course not, he was Azulpaw. The tom always knew how to stay calm and act cool.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Mousejump couldn't help but stare at Ebonyfrost with suspicious disbelief. After all, she was the one to raise the she-cat beside her, and she was a mouse if she didn't doubt her daughter. Ebonyfrost was obviously hiding something, which did spark much concern in Mousejump. Whatever was hidden - could it bring harm to Ebonyfrost? This single possibility was what primarily drove Mousejump to further investigate. ``Oh, honey, you clearly feel emotions. I know something's wrong. Why don't you confide in me, Ebonyfrost? I just want to help you.`` Her tone was motherly, gentle yet somewhat firm, as to get her point across.

Mousejump herself often struggled with anger. She was a fiery feline, but when it came to her kits, she was the most gentle she-cat anybody could ever meet. Usually her irritable nature would show when she was overwhelmed. Otherwise, her wise conscience warned her to remain calm. Mousejump was also very stubborn, and would not give in without a fight. She would find out what her daughter was hiding - no doubt about it. Though it may take lots of persistence and time, Mousejump would do anything for her offspring - but first, she had to know what was wrong.


Ebonyfrost inhaled deeply, calming herself down from her slight burst. This was not a good idea. She didn't even know if it was something that was capable of being helped. But yet, this was her mother asking her for something. If anything, she should want to tell her...
No! She would not think like that. Nobody could be told this.
It was unusual – silly even – to act like this, but she felt like this was something that should not be shared. Not with anybody. Being seen as lesser or weak for something was not a thing that she wanted to risk, even with her own mother.

She made sure that her voice was level and calm, attempting to sound as light as she could attempt.
"Nothing's wrong." She didn't want to lie to her mother, but the truth was too complicated. She tried to false a smile.
"I can't confide in you something that isn't existent."

[ChameweonRainbow]

Grousestar quietly sat by as he allowed Neverfalter's clanmates to say their final goodbyes to him, his emerald eyes watching them for a moment before focusing up at the canopy above. The sun wasn't shining too brightly today, it was more of a cloudy day and it caused the slightest of frowns to appear on the toms lips. Even the sun couldn't shine too brightly on a day like this, but unfortunately, the three-legged warrior had chosen what he did and being the kind cat he was, there would be no stopping him. He was losing a warrior today. Quietly he hoped that Starclan would continue to watch over the tom, but with him leaving the warrior code and warrior life behind, he wasn't sure if their ancestors would care for him any longer. The tom wished he could speak with them, but he knew Starclan would come in their own time if they wished to speak. He slightly longed to be able to speak to them again, it's been quite a few moons. Shaking his head, Grousestar cleared his thoughts for a moment before focusing on Neverfalter again.

After the allotted time passed, the brown tabby leader would stand up and nod to Neverfalter before making his approach to the entrance to the clan, not looking back until he reached it and only then waiting for the warrior to be at his side before continuing into the territory, the leaders head not held so high and a smile not on his muzzle. Once they had made their way far enough from the camp to where they won't be heard, Grousestar spoke.
"Are you completely sure of your choice Neverfalter? Are you really willing to leave your warrior life behind to be on your own?"
It was clear the leader was reluctant to give up on his warrior, he didn't want him to leave. But he was torn because he didn't want the tom to be miserable here either. With a small frown tucked onto his muzzle, he glanced over at the cat he was escorting to the border.

"You do know I won't be able to accept you back, even if you beg.. Correct?" The tom knows he's said it before, but he just wanted to make absolute positive. He just didn't want his warrior to leave.

Neverfalter had been gazing around at the home he was leaving so intently, trying to burn it into his memory, that he hadn't noticed the question his leader asked until he said: "are you really willing?" This struck him like a bolt of fire. He had worked up so much courage to finally break free from clan life and even then his leader still doubted his resolve...
Neverfalter let his head droop and his tail dragged listlessly along the forest floor. What had he expected really? The three-legged tom was never known to be very strong willed and it wasn't his leader's fault. But it still stung to hear that after what he had gone through to get to this point his leader chose to guilt trip him! No... that wasn't true and he knew it, but deep down it still hurt.
So, he pushed down the tiny spark of frustration and guilt and cleared his throat.
" Grousestar... I understand why who don't want to lose a warrior, but I just can't stay here. I've made my choice and it would be more cowardly than ever for me to turn back now. I'm sorry. I'll never forget you and the clan, and I wish that peace finds Skyclan."
[/B]He then sighed and looked up at the cloudy sky. "I wonder if Starclan will abandon me?" He whispered to himself.

[:blue:]

Daystripe had finally stepped out onto the territory, taking in a good whiff of the air and smiling, it was a lot better than always being in the nursery, in all honestly, he mostly stayed with his mate and kits, after all, he did want a good relation with them, and not being there for them sure wasn't the right way to do so, so, whenever he could, he simply hung out with his family, and his mate didn't seem to hate that, in fact, she seemed pleased that he was so devoted to both his clan and family so much.

Finally taking sight of his mate, the auburn tom ran over as fast as he could. "Spottedheart, my love!" He purred and licked her cheek lovingly, gazing down at the beautiful tortoiseshell. "So, I guess the kits are asleep if you're out here, we kind of need some time alone, maybe a walk or something?" He asked, it would actually be great to have some time together again, alone without kits, after all, it would be like that for a while, not that he was against it, because being a father was amazing, he could thank StarClan a thousand times and it still wouldn't be enough to express how happy he was to be a father, to finally have a family and all that stuff. But he sure wouldn't say no to some alone time with his mate, just like before.

Spottedheart heard Daystripe before she saw him, purring once she saw her mate. "A walk would be nice," she admitted, and she realized she almost sounded like the apprentice that had crushed on him forever ago. That apprentice had grown to be his mate, and honestly, Spottedheart didn't love the auburn tom any less. Someway, however, she still found ways to be shy around him, which she couldn't understand. Maybe it was because she thought of herself so little from time to time, but yet she always saw Daystripe as everything. Honestly, he was everything, he was the best father, mentor, warrior, everything.

From time to time, it had been hard to believe her mate was now this cat, yet here she was, having given birth to his kits. It was almost like a dream to be honest, but this dream was a reality, and that made her feel so wonderful inside. Her eyes widening a bit as she realized she had been dreamily staring at the tom for awhile, her pelt heating up as she stood there. Maybe she shouldn't be embarrassed, but she was, it was how she made herself stop staring at cats. Forcing her to look away for a short period of time so she could think about what she was doing. However, she didn't often have this reaction with her kits and mate, which was why she was slightly more embarrassed now, padding softly through the territory, hoping Daystripe was following her, and hadn't been creeped out by her stare.

[RedHead]

[SIZE=2]"What?? No, super hot is always better! Don't all she cats like super hot toms? Or is cute better looking for them?"
Foxpaw asked, cocking his head to one side in a comical manner. This was his logic; if you weren't super hot, she cats didn't like you. And if you were, well... you would be like Foxpaw, with she cats swarming around you. And yet, they don't seem to think you're hot. Cute just means she thinks you're young and weak. His own worst enemy was his mind. It was the place where dreams and nightmares were created, more so the latter then anything else. Nightmares of all kinds. Foxpaw could still remember some of them. Standing up as straight as he could and seeing if he could get taller then Redpaw - being younger, he found that what he lacked in size he could normally make in appearance, but since she just thought he was cute... he'd have to go with height and size. Sometimes kit fluff could be mistaken for muscle. With very old, often blind or poor of eyesight cats. Maybe Redpaw was poor of eyesight or something. Or maybe she was easily fooled... though so far, he doubted it. Climbing, rest, running, rest, swimming, rest. Going over what she had said in his head, it all sounded good. "That sounds great, gorgeous. Be prepared to stand in awe of my skill, alright? I don't want to send you swooning too quickly though, so I just might let you win some." Yeah. Foxpaw was a real gentleman, alright. She cats were definitely impressed by his amazing manners. Jumping up on the rock next to her after a failed attempt... or two... or three, Foxpaw glanced around and waited for that one word that would send him rocketing towards this 'climbing contest.' Yes, climbing was not his thing, but hey! Hopefully he would win the other two. However, this young tom was aiming to impress. And when he aimed to impress a pretty she cat, things went... well... sometimes awry.

Redpaw shook her head, crinkling her nose. "Super hot cats are usually so pompous and up in your face, flaunting thier looks. It may be attractive to some cats, but not to me." She turned and smile at Foxpaw, her hazel eyes gleaming mischievously. "Cute cats are more my type, they are usually sweet and gentlemanly, which I think are great qualities to have." Redpaw truly did think that. And, she could tell that Foxpaw was kind of in the border between being a pompous flirt, and being an adorable gentleman. She didn't know which one was the real him, he seemed conflicted himself. Redpaw hoped he would find the real him soon enough though, because he seemed like a nice cat. And Redpaw hated it when cats didn't act like themselves to impress others. He kind of seemed like he was doing that. She decided to give him a little hint. "I also think being yourself is the greatest quality." The ginger molly purred, nudging Foxpaw a bit with her nose.
At his statement about her swooning, Redpaw's smile grew bigger, an alused glint in her eyes. "Oh really now? Well, let's see who's swooning when I win all of the computations." She purred, crouching down into a readying stance. She took a few deep breaths, the focused her eyes ahead, towards the grove of trees. She unsheathed her claws, placing them along the crooks of the rock they were standing on for a better grip.
"Ready? Set.... GO!"
On her yowl Redpaw strand forward, running as fast as she could towards the trees. Upon reaching them she keeps into the lowest branch, her large hindquarters helping her with that. She did her claws into the bark, then took a leap for the next branch. She didn't dare see where Foxpaw was. She was completely focused on getting to the top of this tree.

[lone]

Lucif walked slowly, though proudly. The tom always took his time when going places, whether it made him late or not. See, Lucif didn't live on time. He created his own time, and thus made others made because he wasn't working on their time. No one could boss Lucif around. He made sure he kept everything concealed--because the most thing he despised, was having other people in his business. Just like the cat, padding before him like he wanted them to follow him. The tom gave an occasional hum. He stopped upon hearing her words, and he simply kept his eyes forward, albeit a smirk upon his maw. "If the Syndicate is so much better than this dump, why don't you change your home?" He didn't really care about the Syndicats. It wasn't his goal to be there. The simple goal was to get rid of a cat that betrayed him so long ago, and left him to die. Lucif didn't give up so easily, and he didn't want the other cat to know his business. "Don't you have anything better to do than to follow me around like a little puppy?" He seethed. Dogs, or other creatures he didn't mind. In fact, he ignored them. It made him sick to see dogs following two legs around as if their life depended on No-furs.

He didn't take offense to their, somewhat insult towards him. He didn't care one way or the other. "Sorry to disappoint that I'm no Syndicate cat." He remarks. "Not like it matters, anyway." The broad tom flicked his tail as he continued to move slowly. His eyes scanned around the area, focusing on many cats hunting along. Lucif didn't hunt. He didn't do many things since he joined the clan. Instead, he played dense minded as if he didn't know how to do many of the things that these cats knew. It played well with him, giving him a few sympathetic looks, and so far he managed to get s few sweet cats to do everything he desired. Now, looking back at this other cat...could he do the same with them? The only difference with this cat and others was their attitude. It annoyed him to an extreme, but he somewhat liked it. He could tell that this cat didn't like being run over. Which was aggravating, yet humorous together.

Upon the cat's next words, Lucif stopped in his steps. He turned sharply--swiftly around so that he was inches apart from their face. "Do not call me cute." He moved his eyes up and down, but still stayed extremely close for comfort. "Especially since you don't know what I'm capable of." The nerve of this cat had for insulting him in such a way. To him, the cat looked young and dumb. As of asking for a fight. A fight that Lucif was glad to give. He pulled away, turning back around with a huff. First, it was the fox that was bothering him, and now it was this cat. Didn’t the world ever want to stop messing with him?

Lucif kicked a rock to the side with his paw as he continued on. His ears flicked because he knew that they were following him. ‘’Hmph, dark lands, huh?’’ He stopped once more, bringing his head up to look at the sky. It was fairly still high morning, which annoyed him. The tom enjoyed doing his deeds at night. It was easy for him slink into the darkness, blinding in with the trees. Even if his pelt took on a light color, he felt that his light steps--his stealthness was enough to contribute to the skill. ‘’Close your eyes, then. You’ll be able to rule on the dark lands you want.’’ He snickered, darkly. The tom didn’t care much about territory. He didn’t care about cats bowing down to him, or being called a leader. Sometimes it even left him baffled.

‘’It’s also fun minding your own business,’’ He retorts, and takes one look at them through the corner of his eyes. ‘’It keeps you alive. Don’t you want to stay alive?’’ He proceeded to tilt his head, making his voice laced with innocence as he stared at them. Their attitude made Lucif’s ears rise in heat, and it took all his patience not to take a paw and lash out at them. Instead of losing his patience, Lucif slowly circled around the other cat, keeping their pelts inches apart as he flicked his tail to brush it alongside them. ‘’I will gladly show you. All it takes is one wrong move.’’ He purred, before removing himself once more and continuing on his way. Even though the tom didn’t use time. When it came to him? And, others wasted his time? Then, yes he would become angry. Too angry that they were stepping into his business.

Like now. Had they needed to continue to talk? Lucif swayed his tail behind him as he padded forward. He didn’t bother looking back as the other cat spoke. Instead, he hummed a pleasant tune, trying to knock their voice out his head, but nothing seemed to work. His ears turned towards them, piping with interest for a short moment. ‘’It doesn’t concern you who--What, I’m looking for.’’ He says. ‘’And, I doubt you would know. It’s...more complicated than you think.’’ He says, then stops as he entered into a long stretch, allowing his muscles to ripple from his smooth pelt. With his tail flickering behind him, the tom sat up once more, and he quickly glanced towards the other cat. ‘’You don’t listen well, do you?’’ He let out a chuckle. ‘’That’s going to be the death of you someday. Don’t cross the wrong cat,’’ He proceeded to narrow his eyes, then smirk. ‘’Like me.’’ He growled. Lucif didn’t know what this other cat wanted, or why they felt that he was their friend. Lucif didn’t make friends. He rarely showed any type of emotion.







Azulpaw was lost in oblivion. Staring off into the distance, that he forgot that he was even staring at Asterpaw. Or, the outline of her that was. He was deep in thought, laying there motionless as he pondered about what happened. Indeed, he was quite baffled. He felt alone. The natural enemy, and staring off into space didn’t seem to be helping him. Azulpaw finally made movement. It was a very small movement. Only the twitching of his nose. Soon enough, the grey tom bent down his head to poke his nose into the top of his paws. He allowed his head to linger there for a while, lost of void and desire. When he did pick up his head, it stayed down, and he began to notice every cut upon his body. He vaguely remembered the deep claw wounds Alabasterpaw enjoyed doing. Long caked from blood, but the wound scars were still there. And, would be there until his burial. Other than the claw wounds, his body was practically lathered in bruises. Cuts here, cuts there. He began to grow self-conscious of his looks. If there was a pond nearby, he would had loved to see how screwed up his face was.

Azulpaw had to admit that Alabasterpaw was not a coward when it came to destroying others. He allowed her to hurt him. For the simple fact that she wouldn’t hurt anyone else, but it backfired on him. If he would had known how frightened she really was, he wouldn’t have laid there and done nothing. He wouldn’t have sat there and allowed her to abuse him every which way. The tom was on the verge of raging. He was about ready to let go, but he simply lashed his tail. How long would he have to do this? Just sit here and stay quiet. To listen to Alabasterpaw’s words, and watch her bring him down? Wasn’t that the type of feline Alabasterpaw was? Right now, of course, she had the upper paw, but Azulpaw was far from scared now. In fact, he welcomed death like a new best friend, and maybe soon enough the tom would be joining him. It was such a shame how he sat there, depressed. His yellow hues had downcasted, and when he blinked them to look again at Asterpaw--she was long gone from the spot.

He didn’t know she had made her move. Suddenly, the she cat had appeared in front of him, and Azulpaw grew startled at her appearance. Was she not just talking to herself? Azulpaw didn’t know what to say to her as she spoke. For a while, Azulpaw didn’t say anything. He didn’t even bother looking at her. The tom begrudingly sat up, flicking his ears as he lazily put his tail around himself. His head turned side to side. Anything to avoid staring at his old friend. He knew it was wrong to just ignore her. He knew it was wrong to simply act like she wasn’t there. This was Asterpaw. She was a trusting friend that he could talk to. She could talk to him. He missed talking to her, but hearing the words that came out her mouth...she sounded exhausted. All life drained from her. Azulpaw felt guilty in that moment of hearing her say anything to him, though his pride--and attitude was still there. He doubt it would go anywhere.

‘’Well, then,’’ he paused, casually looking down at his paws to keep his undivided attention. ‘’You should be a good girl and listen to Bluepaw--don’t want to break your word, now do we?’’ Azulpaw knew he should had been a lot nicer. But had Azulpaw ever been nice? Even when he showed that he cared he was aggressive. It was the simple fact that he did care about Asterpaw still. If Bluepaw didn’t want her talking to him, why on earth was she right here? If he recalled, he heard her say Bluepaw had bit her. It made him angry that he couldn’t interfere in their relationship. Otherwise if he had, Alabasterpaw would had made her appearance and made his life tormented as possible. So, instead he put up a facade, a mask that showed he didn’t care. But, behind that mask was the same irritated tom that he always had been. At least one thing refused to change; his attitude.

Upon hearing her next words, the tom looked away. He didn’t know how to answer her question, and besides that, he felt that he didn’t need to. What? Was she going to force him to speak? The tom shifted on his paws in an uncomfortable manner. Everyone knew that the last feline Azulpaw chose to be with was Alabasterpaw--not even so. He felt that he would had killed himself, so that she would be the last feline on earth. It was funny. It really was.

It was sad.

And, depressing.

Azulpaw looked up once at her before looking down again. He tried with all his might to avoid her gaze--which were hard in his opinion. Azulpaw half-lidded his eyes, and cleared his throat. ‘’Why is such an excellent way to start a question; don’t you agree?’’ A ghost of a smile flickered onto his maw. ‘’You have so many questions, Asterpaw.’’ He calmly looked down once more, hitting a rock to kick it away with his paw. ‘’I think it doesn’t matter why I’m with Alabasterpaw. It’s just how...love works. I mean,’’ He paused, shrugging. ‘’You’re with Bluepaw. I’m not asking you how come you’re with him.’’ He finally looks up at her, his hues flashing their hurt state as he pinned his ears to the back of his head for a moment. Then, he looked away once more before she could catch the expression. He felt vulnerable, and the words that Alabasterpaw had told him beforehand, played in his head over and over. It was the only way he could stay mad at Asterpaw--even if it were lies he believed.

Azulpaw shook his head. She would never understand how come he was upset. She would never understand because he refused to tell her. He felt lifeless in that moment, and only wanted to be left alone. That, and the fact that he felt paranoid. Like someone was watching him within the shadows. They were watching his every move, so the tom kept his gaze on everything else. His voice low, hoping that the listening ear couldn’t hear. ‘’I’m not upset!’’ His hues lit up in alert. Did he look upset? Sound upset? Definitely not. He sounded the same. As for looks? That was debatable...

Azulpaw couldn’t afford to be upset. Especially when it came to Asterpaw. He had to play pretend. Like everything was okay. Soon enough, the grey tom knew it would be. Everything would pass them, and he would accept the future he was forced to live in. ‘’I’m happy for you!’’ He remarks, blinking his eyes repeatedly. The tom sat up, and swished his tail to the side. Lowering his voice, he casually says, ‘’Although, I would choose someone way better than Bluepaw. C’mon, what do you see in him? I honestly didn’t think he was your type.’’ The tom was, of course joking, and a small rumble was felt in his throat as he tried his best to play along. Act like himself. This wasn’t a big deal. On the other hand, he was a bit baffled because he remembered clearly of what Asterpaw was into. Then again, cats changed as time did, and perhaps she had grown to love...demented and violent cats. Azulpaw twitched his nose, and he sat back down, wrapping his tail loosely around him as he started fidgeting with his tongue coursing through his pelt. Even though it was clean, he still felt slightly agitated, and at the same time calm. Was he beginning to go crazy? Of course not, he was Azulpaw. The tom always knew how to stay calm and act cool.
Why was he lying to her? Asterpaw knew he was upset. But he was lying to her, and telling her that he was happy for her. The she cat wanted to pin him down and ask him again, but figured that no one was going to like that. She missed when he would have told her. Or at least played with her, but... no, he was straight out lying to her. And it made Asterpaw furious. They had been through a lot, and now all he wanted to do was hide the truth from her? Well, that was fine. She would just ignore him. Pretend he didn't exist. She was supposed to do that anyways. But, before she could, she needed to attend to his currently annoying nature. Of course Asterpaw understood that it was part of his personality to act this way, but he didn't have to be so in-her-face about it. Something she didn't like at all. Her hues flashed, but she put on a pleasant smile that showed she didn't really care.
　
Which wasn't true. If the feline didn't care, she wouldn't have gotten herself involved in this mess and she would be doing whatever she pleased. Because she did? She was stuck. Please let Bluepaw not mind this... she prayed quickly to StarClan before her hues widened and she gave Azulpaw an innocent smile. "Oh, I'm so glad you aren't upset... because I thought you were, and I would just hate for you to have a problem with Bluepaw and I. I mean, we're going to be together forever... so I guess you would have to get used to it eventually." She spoke quickly and cheerfully, as though she hadn't a care in the world. The worry and hurt in her hues was carefully covered up by her cheerful tone, which might have been the reason that she was talking so quickly. Maybe he wouldn't notice. Maybe he couldn't tell that she didn't understand, and that she was hurt by his lie.
　
Way better then Bluepaw? Staying in her cheerful character, as Bluepaw's sweet little love, Asterpaw began to laugh. "Way better? That's funny." Asterpaw purred with a grin. She was unaware of Alabasterpaw watching them from the bushes, and as far as she knew, they were currently alone. And yet she still would watch what she said. She still would keep her character. What point was there in dropping it only to be made fun of for her vulnerability by Azulpaw? Perhaps that was another reason she hadn't wanted to tell him. She was scared he'd just try to brush it off as nothing. Joke about it. But it wasn't funny! It was scary, and Asterpaw felt as though she'd committed the greatest crime just by killing a cat in battle. She was too scared to go back and think about it. The only thing there was left to do was sit and wait, and hope, and pray that nothing bad would come of it.
　
"By way better, do you mean yourself? Geez, the only thing bigger then your ego is Alabasterpaw's. You two deserve each other and I hope you're happy. As for what I see in Bluepaw, darling - he's handsome. He treats me well. And he's good company. He doesn't make fun of me and he's supportive. My type of cat... so it looks like you don't know me as well as you thought." She growled, her tail lashing. The feline was not in the mood for games. She didn't feel like playing along with his little stunt. So, she replied as though he were serious. As though he had really wanted a response. Certainly Bluepaw wouldn't mind that? If he asked, she would tell him exactly what she had said. Why she liked him. Although technically she was lying too. Yes, he was handsome... but he didn't exactly treat her well. Nor was he good company - when he wasn't trying to put on an act for her and whoever else he was tricking.
　
He didn't make fun of her, this was true... and he was supportive... but did she want him to constantly be supportive, or would she prefer him to lighten up some? All in all, he was not her type of cat. But that wasn't important. What was important was that she had spoken in a way that was powerful enough to get Azulpaw's mind on the right track and she was glad of it. Hopefully the tom wouldn't sit around thinking that she was going to come running back to him when she definitely wasn't. Bluepaw was her comfort now. Everything she'd said had been spoken in anger and hurt, but it was all that she could manage at the moment. Normally she would have tried to fix this. But right now? There was no energy left. She wanted to play, but Bluepaw wouldn't play with her and Azulpaw was... well... she wasn't allowed to play. All she could do was fight with him. Did she really care?
　
A moon ago she would have avoided fighting with the tom. Now? He had gone off with Alabasterpaw. He was being so annoying. It was the only way she could honestly talk to him without Bluepaw finding out. So, yes, she was going to fight with him. What else was there left to do? The last thing she wanted was to cut off contact with him completely. This was better then nothing, and at least she wouldn't have to hear him sweet-talking her sister while she was speaking to him. She could shut them out completely... but Azulpaw was her north star. She might not be listening, but he was still there. So, if Asterpaw were to shut them out, then she would shut out her light along with them. As she had thought before, this was better then nothing. All Asterpaw could hope was that Azulpaw didn't say something stupid he would regret... or that if he did, she could stop Bluepaw from killing him right then and there.
　
To be honest, Alabasterpaw was surprised that her idea had worked. They were really fighting? Really and truly? Well... it seemed more one-sided, but it would come. Why was Asterpaw ranting like that anyways? Her "love's" game was getting old. She was sick and tired of watching him just play around and be sarcastic as though he didn't want to get mad at Asterpaw. She was practically right behind them now, watching with her tail twitching. Yes. This was going to rip their little hearts apart. She would have to explain to Bluepaw later, preferably pull him away as soon as he approached again. The tom was smart, but dumb at the same time. Didn't he get it? Didn't he understand why she would want them to talk? And even if they were to resolve it, their next fight would only make the moment worse because they would both believe that they could be close friends still.
　
Perhaps that's what she should work on now. Making the two of them believe that they could be close, then ripping them apart... pushing them together, ripping them apart. Yes, that would work excellently. There was nothing worse then the feeling of betrayal. Alabasterpaw used it to her advantage all the time. Now, if only Bluepaw would appear and keep his big maw shut, she could explain to him what she was doing. The mind was a better target. Targeting someone's mind could stop them for good. Aiming to severely injure... or kill... wouldn't always work. As it had been proven time and time again to the white demon. Sitting there in the shadows, Alabasterpaw hoped that Azulpaw would fight back. Hopefully not hurt her sister physically - which she sincerely doubted, hadn't he just given up his life so that she wouldn't do that to Asterpaw or someone else?- but she still claimed the honor of hurting Asterpaw in the end.

[Gone]

Spottedheart heard Daystripe before she saw him, purring once she saw her mate. "A walk would be nice," she admitted, and she realized she almost sounded like the apprentice that had crushed on him forever ago. That apprentice had grown to be his mate, and honestly, Spottedheart didn't love the auburn tom any less. Someway, however, she still found ways to be shy around him, which she couldn't understand. Maybe it was because she thought of herself so little from time to time, but yet she always saw Daystripe as everything. Honestly, he was everything, he was the best father, mentor, warrior, everything.

From time to time, it had been hard to believe her mate was now this cat, yet here she was, having given birth to his kits. It was almost like a dream to be honest, but this dream was a reality, and that made her feel so wonderful inside. Her eyes widening a bit as she realized she had been dreamily staring at the tom for awhile, her pelt heating up as she stood there. Maybe she shouldn't be embarrassed, but she was, it was how she made herself stop staring at cats. Forcing her to look away for a short period of time so she could think about what she was doing. However, she didn't often have this reaction with her kits and mate, which was why she was slightly more embarrassed now, padding softly through the territory, hoping Daystripe was following her, and hadn't been creeped out by her stare.
Daystripe nodded in his mate's direction, approving the fact that he had heard her answer. "Alright, let's get goi-" He stopped immediatly as he saw her staring at him like never before, he wasn't creeped out, he even found it funny at this point, maybe the she-cat was daydreaming, he didn't know, but it happened to everyone, did it not? And one of the things he had loved most about her was probably the fact that she never changed, she still found ways to be shy around him, even if she didn't need to, and he loved that, it only brought back old memories of when they were both still just in a mentor/apprentice relationship, which had turned a bit more into a couple during the middle of her training, he had always felt as if there was something about this she-cat that made him... Happy, something he had never felt in the past with another cat... Only her.

The auburn tom quickly followed Spottedheart, walking by the beautiful tortoiseshell's side, he gazed down at her and nuzzled her lovingly. He knew she was kind of embarassed and couldn't help but let out a small chuckled, it was so cute. And thinking about the fact that something as simple as a mentor/apprentice could go so far, now, they were mates and had a family, something he never thought he would have, surely not with his ex-apprentice, but it was a decision he had not regretted, he quickly enough intertwined their tails and kept on walking through the territory, he was simply enjoying her presence here with him. "Please don't change, I love the way you still look so shy sometimes, it's so cute, don't try to change for me... Because you're already perfect." He purred and nuzzled her.

[:blue:]

Daystripe nodded in his mate's direction, approving the fact that he had heard her answer. "Alright, let's get goi-" He stopped immediatly as he saw her staring at him like never before, he wasn't creeped out, he even found it funny at this point, maybe the she-cat was daydreaming, he didn't know, but it happened to everyone, did it not? And one of the things he had loved most about her was probably the fact that she never changed, she still found ways to be shy around him, even if she didn't need to, and he loved that, it only brought back old memories of when they were both still just in a mentor/apprentice relationship, which had turned a bit more into a couple during the middle of her training, he had always felt as if there was something about this she-cat that made him... Happy, something he had never felt in the past with another cat... Only her.

The auburn tom quickly followed Spottedheart, walking by the beautiful tortoiseshell's side, he gazed down at her and nuzzled her lovingly. He knew she was kind of embarassed and couldn't help but let out a small chuckled, it was so cute. And thinking about the fact that something as simple as a mentor/apprentice could go so far, now, they were mates and had a family, something he never thought he would have, surely not with his ex-apprentice, but it was a decision he had not regretted, he quickly enough intertwined their tails and kept on walking through the territory, he was simply enjoying her presence here with him. "Please don't change, I love the way you still look so shy sometimes, it's so cute, don't try to change for me... Because you're already perfect." He purred and nuzzled her.

Spottedheart was still embarrassed, she couldn't deny that, much to her disappointment. Once hearing his statement, the she-cat did smile a bit, as it did make her feel better. She didn't think any more or any less of herself sadly, but it did reassure her that at least Daystripe loved her, even with all her faults. The she-cat simply nodded, though she wasn't the most comfortable with who she was yet.

She couldn't deny, however, that she was happy where she was. She had a loving mate, three wonderful, strong kits, and a strong clan as well. Maybe she wasn't the most confident in herself, but she was confident in the three previously stated things. She had no reason not to be, and she loved them more than herself as well, so she didn't have any reason not to. She found herself purring, and smiled to cover it up, twining her tail with Daystripe's, smiling now. But

[Gone]

Spottedheart was still embarrassed, she couldn't deny that, much to her disappointment. Once hearing his statement, the she-cat did smile a bit, as it did make her feel better. She didn't think any more or any less of herself sadly, but it did reassure her that at least Daystripe loved her, even with all her faults. The she-cat simply nodded, though she wasn't the most comfortable with who she was yet.

She couldn't deny, however, that she was happy where she was. She had a loving mate, three wonderful, strong kits, and a strong clan as well. Maybe she wasn't the most confident in herself, but she was confident in the three previously stated things. She had no reason not to be, and she loved them more than herself as well, so she didn't have any reason not to. She found herself purring, and smiled to cover it up, twining her tail with Daystripe's, smiling now. But
The auburn tom smiled widely as he saw her smile, glad to make her feel a tad better, he would love her however she decided to be, after all, if she wanted to change, she could, but if he didn't know what she wanted, he wouldn't be able to help her, and that's what he wanted to do, help. And someone could still develop, he wasn't gonna deny that and that was sure.

Daystripe loved everything about his life, he has had a good mentor and had been a good mentor, with probably the best apprentice, which was now the mate any tom would dream of having, he had his three angels, which were his kits and... He was part of the strongest clan, so he couldn't say he didn't love his life, on the contrary even, he loved it, he loved every single second of it, he turned to gaze down at her again, their tails tightly twined, he found himself purring as well, but he knew perfectly why, she was the reason, she had always been. "I love you, Spottedheart." He mewed, nuzzling her as they kept on padding deeper into the territory.

[:blue:]

The auburn tom smiled widely as he saw her smile, glad to make her feel a tad better, he would love her however she decided to be, after all, if she wanted to change, she could, but if he didn't know what she wanted, he wouldn't be able to help her, and that's what he wanted to do, help. And someone could still develop, he wasn't gonna deny that and that was sure.

Daystripe loved everything about his life, he has had a good mentor and had been a good mentor, with probably the best apprentice, which was now the mate any tom would dream of having, he had his three angels, which were his kits and... He was part of the strongest clan, so he couldn't say he didn't love his life, on the contrary even, he loved it, he loved every single second of it, he turned to gaze down at her again, their tails tightly twined, he found himself purring as well, but he knew perfectly why, she was the reason, she had always been. "I love you, Spottedheart." He mewed, nuzzling her as they kept on padding deeper into the territory.

Spottedheart kept smiling, closing her eyes for a moment, just taking in the scents of the territory. She had grown slightly used to walking around blind, as she had been stung by a bee right in the eye when she had only been a few sunrises old. She had wandered around partically blind for that short time, and, since she couldn't keep one eye closed and the other open then, she had to walk around completely blind. Eventually, she had gotten it treated, as painful as that had been, but the strategy she had learned stuck, even as she had gotten older, as closing her eyes allowed her to focus on the scent of the prey, or cats, she was hunting.

She opened her eyes again and looked at Daystripe once more, "I love you too, Daystripe," she responded quietly, smiling still. She couldn't help but smile every time she was in Daystripe's presence, it had been like this ever since she was an apprentice, though she guessed now that he was her mate, she didn't need to hide it as much. She nuzzled Daystripe once again, another purr escaping her throat, though honestly she didn't mind, as she was happy, and that was all she could ask for right now. "So...what do you think of the kits?" She asked, attempting to make conversation. Sure, the three were quite a lot to handle, but she loved them no less, still smiling as she looked at her mate.

[lone]

Redpaw shook her head, crinkling her nose. "Super hot cats are usually so pompous and up in your face, flaunting thier looks. It may be attractive to some cats, but not to me." She turned and smile at Foxpaw, her hazel eyes gleaming mischievously. "Cute cats are more my type, they are usually sweet and gentlemanly, which I think are great qualities to have." Redpaw truly did think that. And, she could tell that Foxpaw was kind of in the border between being a pompous flirt, and being an adorable gentleman. She didn't know which one was the real him, he seemed conflicted himself. Redpaw hoped he would find the real him soon enough though, because he seemed like a nice cat. And Redpaw hated it when cats didn't act like themselves to impress others. He kind of seemed like he was doing that. She decided to give him a little hint. "I also think being yourself is the greatest quality." The ginger molly purred, nudging Foxpaw a bit with her nose.

At his statement about her swooning, Redpaw's smile grew bigger, an alused glint in her eyes. "Oh really now? Well, let's see who's swooning when I win all of the computations." She purred, crouching down into a readying stance. She took a few deep breaths, the focused her eyes ahead, towards the grove of trees. She unsheathed her claws, placing them along the crooks of the rock they were standing on for a better grip.
"Ready? Set.... GO!"
On her yowl Redpaw strand forward, running as fast as she could towards the trees. Upon reaching them she keeps into the lowest branch, her large hindquarters helping her with that. She did her claws into the bark, then took a leap for the next branch. She didn't dare see where Foxpaw was. She was completely focused on getting to the top of this tree.

Cute cats? Her type? Foxpaw decided to make himself more "gentlemanly," as she seemed to prefer. After all, she was a pretty she cat! And since when had Foxpaw ever passed up the opportunity to be with a pretty she cat? Since never, that was when. The poor tom had crushed on enough she cats to know all about heartbreak and disappointing things like that... it was almost sad how much he knew about them. Part of Foxpaw wished that he would just stay away from she cats, and another part of him wanted more. There was something about being rejected or having crushes that made him feel good. Like he was alive again. It was nice. Oh, but she had also said she liked it when cats were themselves... if you're yourself, she's going to hate you. Who wants an insecure, goofy little fluffball for a friend, let alone an interest? His mind seemed to laugh at him.
　
It was constantly taunting him. He was his own worst enemy. A shame, really, because Foxpaw had potential to be a good cat. At her yowl to GO, he chased after Redpaw, moving past the tree she was climbing onto another one. The tom's green hues were focused on the tree and he struggled not to look at how Redpaw was doing. Because he knew that once he looked over it was going to be hard to look back. But, it wasn't his fault she was pretty! It wasn't her fault either! It was nobody's fault, it was just... luck. Yeah, just luck that she was a pretty she cat and he was himself. Handsome and talented. She's going to laugh when you fail. Again his mind tormented him, but the young tom gritted his teeth and began to climb. Upwards and onwards he went, trying to make it to the top as quickly as possible. His focus was solely on that and impressing her, that was all Foxpaw wanted to do.

[Gone]

Spottedheart kept smiling, closing her eyes for a moment, just taking in the scents of the territory. She had grown slightly used to walking around blind, as she had been stung by a bee right in the eye when she had only been a few sunrises old. She had wandered around partically blind for that short time, and, since she couldn't keep one eye closed and the other open then, she had to walk around completely blind. Eventually, she had gotten it treated, as painful as that had been, but the strategy she had learned stuck, even as she had gotten older, as closing her eyes allowed her to focus on the scent of the prey, or cats, she was hunting.

She opened her eyes again and looked at Daystripe once more, "I love you too, Daystripe," she responded quietly, smiling still. She couldn't help but smile every time she was in Daystripe's presence, it had been like this ever since she was an apprentice, though she guessed now that he was her mate, she didn't need to hide it as much. She nuzzled Daystripe once again, another purr escaping her throat, though honestly she didn't mind, as she was happy, and that was all she could ask for right now. "So...what do you think of the kits?" She asked, attempting to make conversation. Sure, the three were quite a lot to handle, but she loved them no less, still smiling as she looked at her mate.
As they walked, the tom couldn't help but look around at this beautiful territory SkyClan owned, the place was truly wonderful, any cat would want a territory like this, and he simply couldn't get his mind to get away from here, he just couldn't, he had a dream life here, being a SkyClan warrior and all that.

As he was asked about his kits, he looked up. "They are quite something, but I love them more than anything, just like you, my dear Spottedheart." He purred and licked her fur. "How could I honestly not love them, they're our family and they mean the world to us." He added, a loud purr rumbling down his throat, he met her gaze, he chuckled and pressed his nose against hers, like the day she had turned into an apprentice... His apprentice.

(Writer's block)

[Brilliance]

Why was he lying to her? Asterpaw knew he was upset. But he was lying to her, and telling her that he was happy for her. The she cat wanted to pin him down and ask him again, but figured that no one was going to like that. She missed when he would have told her. Or at least played with her, but... no, he was straight out lying to her. And it made Asterpaw furious. They had been through a lot, and now all he wanted to do was hide the truth from her? Well, that was fine. She would just ignore him. Pretend he didn't exist. She was supposed to do that anyways. But, before she could, she needed to attend to his currently annoying nature. Of course Asterpaw understood that it was part of his personality to act this way, but he didn't have to be so in-her-face about it. Something she didn't like at all. Her hues flashed, but she put on a pleasant smile that showed she didn't really care.
　
Which wasn't true. If the feline didn't care, she wouldn't have gotten herself involved in this mess and she would be doing whatever she pleased. Because she did? She was stuck. Please let Bluepaw not mind this... she prayed quickly to StarClan before her hues widened and she gave Azulpaw an innocent smile. "Oh, I'm so glad you aren't upset... because I thought you were, and I would just hate for you to have a problem with Bluepaw and I. I mean, we're going to be together forever... so I guess you would have to get used to it eventually." She spoke quickly and cheerfully, as though she hadn't a care in the world. The worry and hurt in her hues was carefully covered up by her cheerful tone, which might have been the reason that she was talking so quickly. Maybe he wouldn't notice. Maybe he couldn't tell that she didn't understand, and that she was hurt by his lie.
　
Way better then Bluepaw? Staying in her cheerful character, as Bluepaw's sweet little love, Asterpaw began to laugh. "Way better? That's funny." Asterpaw purred with a grin. She was unaware of Alabasterpaw watching them from the bushes, and as far as she knew, they were currently alone. And yet she still would watch what she said. She still would keep her character. What point was there in dropping it only to be made fun of for her vulnerability by Azulpaw? Perhaps that was another reason she hadn't wanted to tell him. She was scared he'd just try to brush it off as nothing. Joke about it. But it wasn't funny! It was scary, and Asterpaw felt as though she'd committed the greatest crime just by killing a cat in battle. She was too scared to go back and think about it. The only thing there was left to do was sit and wait, and hope, and pray that nothing bad would come of it.
　
"By way better, do you mean yourself? Geez, the only thing bigger then your ego is Alabasterpaw's. You two deserve each other and I hope you're happy. As for what I see in Bluepaw, darling - he's handsome. He treats me well. And he's good company. He doesn't make fun of me and he's supportive. My type of cat... so it looks like you don't know me as well as you thought." She growled, her tail lashing. The feline was not in the mood for games. She didn't feel like playing along with his little stunt. So, she replied as though he were serious. As though he had really wanted a response. Certainly Bluepaw wouldn't mind that? If he asked, she would tell him exactly what she had said. Why she liked him. Although technically she was lying too. Yes, he was handsome... but he didn't exactly treat her well. Nor was he good company - when he wasn't trying to put on an act for her and whoever else he was tricking.
　
He didn't make fun of her, this was true... and he was supportive... but did she want him to constantly be supportive, or would she prefer him to lighten up some? All in all, he was not her type of cat. But that wasn't important. What was important was that she had spoken in a way that was powerful enough to get Azulpaw's mind on the right track and she was glad of it. Hopefully the tom wouldn't sit around thinking that she was going to come running back to him when she definitely wasn't. Bluepaw was her comfort now. Everything she'd said had been spoken in anger and hurt, but it was all that she could manage at the moment. Normally she would have tried to fix this. But right now? There was no energy left. She wanted to play, but Bluepaw wouldn't play with her and Azulpaw was... well... she wasn't allowed to play. All she could do was fight with him. Did she really care?
　
A moon ago she would have avoided fighting with the tom. Now? He had gone off with Alabasterpaw. He was being so annoying. It was the only way she could honestly talk to him without Bluepaw finding out. So, yes, she was going to fight with him. What else was there left to do? The last thing she wanted was to cut off contact with him completely. This was better then nothing, and at least she wouldn't have to hear him sweet-talking her sister while she was speaking to him. She could shut them out completely... but Azulpaw was her north star. She might not be listening, but he was still there. So, if Asterpaw were to shut them out, then she would shut out her light along with them. As she had thought before, this was better then nothing. All Asterpaw could hope was that Azulpaw didn't say something stupid he would regret... or that if he did, she could stop Bluepaw from killing him right then and there.
　
To be honest, Alabasterpaw was surprised that her idea had worked. They were really fighting? Really and truly? Well... it seemed more one-sided, but it would come. Why was Asterpaw ranting like that anyways? Her "love's" game was getting old. She was sick and tired of watching him just play around and be sarcastic as though he didn't want to get mad at Asterpaw. She was practically right behind them now, watching with her tail twitching. Yes. This was going to rip their little hearts apart. She would have to explain to Bluepaw later, preferably pull him away as soon as he approached again. The tom was smart, but dumb at the same time. Didn't he get it? Didn't he understand why she would want them to talk? And even if they were to resolve it, their next fight would only make the moment worse because they would both believe that they could be close friends still.
　
Perhaps that's what she should work on now. Making the two of them believe that they could be close, then ripping them apart... pushing them together, ripping them apart. Yes, that would work excellently. There was nothing worse then the feeling of betrayal. Alabasterpaw used it to her advantage all the time. Now, if only Bluepaw would appear and keep his big maw shut, she could explain to him what she was doing. The mind was a better target. Targeting someone's mind could stop them for good. Aiming to severely injure... or kill... wouldn't always work. As it had been proven time and time again to the white demon. Sitting there in the shadows, Alabasterpaw hoped that Azulpaw would fight back. Hopefully not hurt her sister physically - which she sincerely doubted, hadn't he just given up his life so that she wouldn't do that to Asterpaw or someone else?- but she still claimed the honor of hurting Asterpaw in the end.

Azulpaw could see the look in her eyes. Did she get the hint? Did she know? He tried his best to mask his hurt. More like, he felt pressured. He didn’t want Asterpaw hunting him down, making him spill his feelings. The tom was frequently hurt with being quiet and constantly lying. Which he wasn’t...at least, he didn’t think he were lying. Instead of addressing the issue, he allowed Asterpaw to believe what she wanted to. What else could he say to her? Nothing at all. He was already paranoid as it was. His eyes flitted around every corner, and he kept picking at his fur. Definitely paranoid. The tom took a whiff at the air, and it made his throat burn. He was sad that he had to lie to Asterpaw. What did she expect him to tell her? Azulpaw knew she was his good friend. Like his best friend. She was everything to him. Wouldn’t it had been better if he were like her brother? Maybe things wouldn’t be so complicated, but even Azulpaw knew that he couldn’t be a brother. Not just a brother. Perhaps, the tom wanted more that he couldn’t beg her for. So, he settled for what he got. Staying alive, and keeping the ones he loved safe.

However, at her next words, the grey tom felt a bit relieved. She hadn’t caught on...a part of him was sad that she hadn’t noticed his lagging. She sounded cheerful, almost as if she were calm and happy for him as well. Azulpaw didn’t care as long as she didn’t want him to go in detail of how he felt. Because at the moment...he had no idea what to feel. Upon her words, a small smile graced his face. It wasn’t genuine, but it was still there. Then, his ears pinned against his head. ‘’Forever, huh?’’ He sounded strained, and quickly noticed this as he drew it back. ‘’That’s great! I hope the two of you last long. You deserve each other...keeping words...and such…’’ He trails off, looking off into the distance. His ears twitched. He was still paranoid, like something was peering at him from the shadows. He had a feelings that Alabasterpaw would be making her appearance soon. He had to keep up his act.

After the battle, Azulpaw’s senses grew sharper. He was more alert than before just because he was paranoid. He had to keep himself protected. At the time he didn’t know when Alabasterpaw might strike. Then again, though they recently got together, she seemed relax. Like she owned the world. Azulpaw wasn’t ready for a relationship. He enjoyed admiring the different she cat apprentices from afar. Now, he was tied down, drained of energy, but he promised he would make Alabasterpaw happy. Which, he would make sure happened.

Azulpaw knew he had no business talking to Asterpaw. But, hadn’t she came up to him first? Azulpaw’s eyes lit up in alarm. He knew what this meant. What if Bluepaw came back? Seeing her talk to him, and knowing what Azulpaw was willing to do? Settling down, Azulpaw gave a quick glance towards Asterpaw, breathing calmly. ‘’I mean...it’s not something you would get used to,’’ he shrugged,almost attempting to laugh. ‘’Haven’t he almost killed me a couple times?’’ Then, he did laugh. It was highly laced with sarcasm. ‘’I’m not going to forget about Alabasterpaw! Oh, how Starclan knows I love her! You’ll eventually get used to seeing us together too.’’ He sounded petty. Which he was probably being. The tom knew his attitude was bad, but that didn’t stop him from saying what he wanted. He didn’t even care if Alabasterpaw would make her way out, or if Bluepaw would usher Asterpaw away.

‘’I’m glad you can laugh. Really.’’ He settled down, appearing calm. Maybe, he was overthinking everything. Nothing was going to happen. He could finally have a normal conversation with his old friend as much as he liked. The tom enjoyed their little play flings. As of now, all he wanted to do was play tag, or climb up trees, or even masters and servants. How fun would that have been? But, no. Because her next words cut through his heart like a knife. It was as if he were actually murdered...emotionally. Why couldn’t someone just kill him now?

First of all, did Asterpaw really think Bluepaw was a great cat? Someone superior, someone heroic, someone... naturally sweet? Azulpaw felt his ears being pinned against his head once more, and he wanted to whimper, but instead, he quickly picked them back up. The tom stood up on all fours, breathing calmly. A smirk placed on his features. It was funny for Asterpaw to blow up over some of the littlest things. It was comical. He threw his head back, laughing as loud and obnoxious as he can. ‘’I do have a pretty big ego, don’t I?’’ He proceeded to give her a wink. And, quickly his smirk disappeared. ‘’But, don’t you think I deserve it?’’ He quietly says. The healed scars were a mark. Gracing his face in the most horrendous of ways. His body was ruffled up, but he was becoming better. Stronger. He peered at her, staring into her hues. ‘’Do you see what I had to go through? Do you actually see the torture I had to put up with?’’ He wanted to laugh. It wasn’t a joke. Even if his words sounded like a joking manner.

Azulpaw knew he was messed up. He knew every inch of his body was covered in scars. Scars given to him by falling, by dragging, by jumping, by the love of his life. Scars that ruined his looks, making Bluepaw the more handsome of the two. Scars that made it hard for others to sometime look at him, considering he was only an apprentice. Scars of all sorts that he would have to take with him until he died. Azulpaw breathed heavily, his yellow orbs laughing at his idiocracy. He was stupid. Azulpaw knew he was stupid, but he was fed up. He was tired, and all he wanted to simply do was--

Drop.

Dead.

‘’As long as Bluepaw make you happy, love. It don’t matter to me.’’ He swished his tail, circling around the tree he was sitting under. It was a slow movement, like he had all the time in the world. The tom looked up, staring at the new leaves growing. He turned back to look at Asterpaw. Staring at her with a simple look. Not one of aggression. Not one of kindest. Not even one of frustration. He was just staring at her, wondering why she got into her feelings about Bluepaw. It was no doubt that he was hurt. He could remember vividly before the war that they told each other they loved each other. Though not in that way, it was still known that love was there.

She told him that he was her north star.

And, she was his south star. The south star wasn’t a real thing, but Asterpaw had got the hint. She understood what he meant by it. She was on his side, and now...she flipped everything around and went to Bluepaw? That’s what Azulpaw didn’t understand. ‘’It was simply a joke, Sweetheart. I don’t care what your type is. For all I know, you’ll probably be lollygagging with Nightpaw soon.’’ He shrugged, blinking a scarred eye. At least nothing was hurt on him. The pain was long gone, but the marks would forever be there. Azulpaw felt like a freak of nature, but he stood his ground when it came to his pride.

‘’At least I had my turn. I suppose I have to learn how to share sometime.’’ He looked away, knowing that he probably hit a nerve. He had to embrace himself for Asterpaw’s fury. Indeed, he did not like making her mad, but she hit a nerve. She hit him in the heart, and when it came to being hurt, Azulpaw reacted in ways that was unnecessary. He wanted to be nice, but was nice really in his dictionary? Not so. Not ever. The tom looked around, hoping that they were alone. He had to keep up his guard, and he definitely had to keep his distance away from Asterpaw. No matter what, she was the cause of everything. He couldn’t be her friend. He couldn’t play with her. If he did, he would be in trouble. If he did, it would be the death of him. It seemed that Asterpaw was more of a valuable object rather than a cat.

Breathing a sigh small sigh, the tom huffed, turning away. ‘’I just honestly want you to be happy. And, if he’s not making you happy. The first thing you do is leave, and go to your source of happiness.’’ Azulpaw turned his gaze upon her once more, looking her up and down, before the tom turned back towards the tree. Falling out of a tree was the hardest thing he ever done. It broke him more than he had let on. And, he was still broken. In more ways than one, but he slowly climbed up the bark, keeping his claws deeply inside, then he pulled himself forward, jumping onto each branch until he reached the top. He curled his tail around the branch he was on, and he looked down, blinking sullenly. From the distance, he could make out Bluepaw. The piebald leaning down to sip at the pond.

One thing he was positive? He didn’t want to fight with Asterpaw. Fighting with her meant a terrible broken relationship. It was broke as it was when they decided to go with the demons that added them to the drama. If they continued, soon enough it would be shattered. And, that was the very last thing Azulpaw wanted when it came to Asterpaw.

[:blue:]

As they walked, the tom couldn't help but look around at this beautiful territory SkyClan owned, the place was truly wonderful, any cat would want a territory like this, and he simply couldn't get his mind to get away from here, he just couldn't, he had a dream life here, being a SkyClan warrior and all that.

As he was asked about his kits, he looked up. "They are quite something, but I love them more than anything, just like you, my dear Spottedheart." He purred and licked her fur. "How could I honestly not love them, they're our family and they mean the world to us." He added, a loud purr rumbling down his throat, he met her gaze, he chuckled and pressed his nose against hers, like the day she had turned into an apprentice... His apprentice.

(Writer's block)

Spottedheart smiled, nodding, "I agree," she said softly. "Though they can be rascals from time to time," she laughed, as she knew all kits could be, though that didn't make her love the three any less. They were a lot, yes, but she loved them, and she was relieved that Daystripe loved them as well. She had always believed that Daystripe loved them, but you never knew, as there always were scenarios she could make up in her head that terrified her. Just thinking of her making those stories made her think of a few more, forcing herself to calm down. Was it normal to be paranoid from time to time about every little thing? She had no idea, forcing herself not to shudder, still smiling, as she was still happy.

When she thought about it, she had survived a lot of things with Daystripe at her side. The evil era, SkyClan coming to join the other clans, the Dusk Syndicate battle, and while she had never directly participated in the battles, staying and protecting the kits in the nursery instead, it still had been a long time. She didn't want to think of the times of battles and sufferage, but well, they had been there, and it was somewhat amazing that they had stayed together this whole time. Then again, she did love Daystripe with her whole heart, and believed that he was her soulmate, so, honestly, she wasn't too surprised. Now they had kits, and while that was crazy, she was so happy to just get time with just herself and him, as it was so peaceful, much quieter than she was used to in the nursery, except for when everyone was asleep, and she was stil up. Either way, it was nice, and the she-cat was going to enjoy every moment of it.

[lone]

Azulpaw could see the look in her eyes. Did she get the hint? Did she know? He tried his best to mask his hurt. More like, he felt pressured. He didn’t want Asterpaw hunting him down, making him spill his feelings. The tom was frequently hurt with being quiet and constantly lying. Which he wasn’t...at least, he didn’t think he were lying. Instead of addressing the issue, he allowed Asterpaw to believe what she wanted to. What else could he say to her? Nothing at all. He was already paranoid as it was. His eyes flitted around every corner, and he kept picking at his fur. Definitely paranoid. The tom took a whiff at the air, and it made his throat burn. He was sad that he had to lie to Asterpaw. What did she expect him to tell her? Azulpaw knew she was his good friend. Like his best friend. She was everything to him. Wouldn’t it had been better if he were like her brother? Maybe things wouldn’t be so complicated, but even Azulpaw knew that he couldn’t be a brother. Not just a brother. Perhaps, the tom wanted more that he couldn’t beg her for. So, he settled for what he got. Staying alive, and keeping the ones he loved safe.

However, at her next words, the grey tom felt a bit relieved. She hadn’t caught on...a part of him was sad that she hadn’t noticed his lagging. She sounded cheerful, almost as if she were calm and happy for him as well. Azulpaw didn’t care as long as she didn’t want him to go in detail of how he felt. Because at the moment...he had no idea what to feel. Upon her words, a small smile graced his face. It wasn’t genuine, but it was still there. Then, his ears pinned against his head. ‘’Forever, huh?’’ He sounded strained, and quickly noticed this as he drew it back. ‘’That’s great! I hope the two of you last long. You deserve each other...keeping words...and such…’’ He trails off, looking off into the distance. His ears twitched. He was still paranoid, like something was peering at him from the shadows. He had a feelings that Alabasterpaw would be making her appearance soon. He had to keep up his act.

After the battle, Azulpaw’s senses grew sharper. He was more alert than before just because he was paranoid. He had to keep himself protected. At the time he didn’t know when Alabasterpaw might strike. Then again, though they recently got together, she seemed relax. Like she owned the world. Azulpaw wasn’t ready for a relationship. He enjoyed admiring the different she cat apprentices from afar. Now, he was tied down, drained of energy, but he promised he would make Alabasterpaw happy. Which, he would make sure happened.

Azulpaw knew he had no business talking to Asterpaw. But, hadn’t she came up to him first? Azulpaw’s eyes lit up in alarm. He knew what this meant. What if Bluepaw came back? Seeing her talk to him, and knowing what Azulpaw was willing to do? Settling down, Azulpaw gave a quick glance towards Asterpaw, breathing calmly. ‘’I mean...it’s not something you would get used to,’’ he shrugged,almost attempting to laugh. ‘’Haven’t he almost killed me a couple times?’’ Then, he did laugh. It was highly laced with sarcasm. ‘’I’m not going to forget about Alabasterpaw! Oh, how Starclan knows I love her! You’ll eventually get used to seeing us together too.’’ He sounded petty. Which he was probably being. The tom knew his attitude was bad, but that didn’t stop him from saying what he wanted. He didn’t even care if Alabasterpaw would make her way out, or if Bluepaw would usher Asterpaw away.

‘’I’m glad you can laugh. Really.’’ He settled down, appearing calm. Maybe, he was overthinking everything. Nothing was going to happen. He could finally have a normal conversation with his old friend as much as he liked. The tom enjoyed their little play flings. As of now, all he wanted to do was play tag, or climb up trees, or even masters and servants. How fun would that have been? But, no. Because her next words cut through his heart like a knife. It was as if he were actually murdered...emotionally. Why couldn’t someone just kill him now?

First of all, did Asterpaw really think Bluepaw was a great cat? Someone superior, someone heroic, someone... naturally sweet? Azulpaw felt his ears being pinned against his head once more, and he wanted to whimper, but instead, he quickly picked them back up. The tom stood up on all fours, breathing calmly. A smirk placed on his features. It was funny for Asterpaw to blow up over some of the littlest things. It was comical. He threw his head back, laughing as loud and obnoxious as he can. ‘’I do have a pretty big ego, don’t I?’’ He proceeded to give her a wink. And, quickly his smirk disappeared. ‘’But, don’t you think I deserve it?’’ He quietly says. The healed scars were a mark. Gracing his face in the most horrendous of ways. His body was ruffled up, but he was becoming better. Stronger. He peered at her, staring into her hues. ‘’Do you see what I had to go through? Do you actually see the torture I had to put up with?’’ He wanted to laugh. It wasn’t a joke. Even if his words sounded like a joking manner.

Azulpaw knew he was messed up. He knew every inch of his body was covered in scars. Scars given to him by falling, by dragging, by jumping, by the love of his life. Scars that ruined his looks, making Bluepaw the more handsome of the two. Scars that made it hard for others to sometime look at him, considering he was only an apprentice. Scars of all sorts that he would have to take with him until he died. Azulpaw breathed heavily, his yellow orbs laughing at his idiocracy. He was stupid. Azulpaw knew he was stupid, but he was fed up. He was tired, and all he wanted to simply do was--

Drop.

Dead.

‘’As long as Bluepaw make you happy, love. It don’t matter to me.’’ He swished his tail, circling around the tree he was sitting under. It was a slow movement, like he had all the time in the world. The tom looked up, staring at the new leaves growing. He turned back to look at Asterpaw. Staring at her with a simple look. Not one of aggression. Not one of kindest. Not even one of frustration. He was just staring at her, wondering why she got into her feelings about Bluepaw. It was no doubt that he was hurt. He could remember vividly before the war that they told each other they loved each other. Though not in that way, it was still known that love was there.

She told him that he was her north star.

And, she was his south star. The south star wasn’t a real thing, but Asterpaw had got the hint. She understood what he meant by it. She was on his side, and now...she flipped everything around and went to Bluepaw? That’s what Azulpaw didn’t understand. ‘’It was simply a joke, Sweetheart. I don’t care what your type is. For all I know, you’ll probably be lollygagging with Nightpaw soon.’’ He shrugged, blinking a scarred eye. At least nothing was hurt on him. The pain was long gone, but the marks would forever be there. Azulpaw felt like a freak of nature, but he stood his ground when it came to his pride.

‘’At least I had my turn. I suppose I have to learn how to share sometime.’’ He looked away, knowing that he probably hit a nerve. He had to embrace himself for Asterpaw’s fury. Indeed, he did not like making her mad, but she hit a nerve. She hit him in the heart, and when it came to being hurt, Azulpaw reacted in ways that was unnecessary. He wanted to be nice, but was nice really in his dictionary? Not so. Not ever. The tom looked around, hoping that they were alone. He had to keep up his guard, and he definitely had to keep his distance away from Asterpaw. No matter what, she was the cause of everything. He couldn’t be her friend. He couldn’t play with her. If he did, he would be in trouble. If he did, it would be the death of him. It seemed that Asterpaw was more of a valuable object rather than a cat.

Breathing a sigh small sigh, the tom huffed, turning away. ‘’I just honestly want you to be happy. And, if he’s not making you happy. The first thing you do is leave, and go to your source of happiness.’’ Azulpaw turned his gaze upon her once more, looking her up and down, before the tom turned back towards the tree. Falling out of a tree was the hardest thing he ever done. It broke him more than he had let on. And, he was still broken. In more ways than one, but he slowly climbed up the bark, keeping his claws deeply inside, then he pulled himself forward, jumping onto each branch until he reached the top. He curled his tail around the branch he was on, and he looked down, blinking sullenly. From the distance, he could make out Bluepaw. The piebald leaning down to sip at the pond.

One thing he was positive? He didn’t want to fight with Asterpaw. Fighting with her meant a terrible broken relationship. It was broke as it was when they decided to go with the demons that added them to the drama. If they continued, soon enough it would be shattered. And, that was the very last thing Azulpaw wanted when it came to Asterpaw.

Asterpaw was... furious. She was angrier then she had been in a long time. And the object of her fury was right there. How dare he? How dare he laugh at her, how dare he wink at her... Asterpaw didn't even know what to do. She didn't know why she was so angry, either. All she had wanted to do was talk to Azulpaw, but it had obviously gone downhill. The only way to talk was to fight, although when she had thought about that, she hadn't thought about bringing his attitude into it. I never wanted you to go through ANY of it. That was what she wanted to say, but she was afraid listening ears might catch up on that. Might pick up on her meaning and drag her away. She didn't want to be taken from her friend, she wanted to stay with him... although much more of this and she would be perfectly happy to be "dragged away" from the tom. Sometimes she felt so done with him.
　
He and his attitude and his sarcasm, she was just... done. And other times she felt as though she never wanted to leave. Why was life so confusing right now? "Yeah, I see it. You still need to be taken down a couple of pegs. If you think you're better then Bluepaw, you're mistaken." Okay. So that was a lie... so she was no better then him now... what did it matter? She was getting to talk. Asterpaw wanted this so badly that she could have just asked Bluepaw for it, just asked him if she could have one conversation. One normal talk, just a playful encounter for a little while, but she was scared to. And so she tore the grey tom down by building the piebald one up. It hurt at the same time, but she was just glad she was getting to be there. Did she need to say something nice? Probably. But she was nervous to, she was scared that he might get dragged more forcefully away.
　
Bluepaw wouldn't hurt her - bad. He'd bitten her, but already her brain was trying to compensate with the shock by telling her that it was a "love bite." That he hadn't meant to hurt her. And perhaps he hadn't, but deep down, Asterpaw knew that he had done it out of anger. That he had been upset with her. And if Bluepaw's aim was to get her to be obediant and loyal to him through fear, then it was working fairly well. Still hadn't stopped her from speaking to her friend. Her... north star. What was she supposed to do about that? If Azulpaw was her north star and she wasn't allowed to just be herself around him, how were they supposed to be friends anymore? She wanted to be friends. That was all she had wanted throughout this whole ordeal, but it wasn't working. If they were going to be friends, sooner or later he was going to get hurt worse then he already had - however that was possible.
　
Or he would be killed. Asterpaw knew this for a fact, she could feel her head spinning with the logic of the situation. "It's none of your business who I chose to spend my time with." She wanted to slap him. Knock some sense into him, but if she were to do either she might hurt him more then she wanted to. And, Asterpaw was doing this to keep Azulpaw from harm. Not to put him in it's way. She felt as though she could have snapped at someone. As though she could have bitten through something in this moment, that was the level of anger that Asterpaw was carrying. It didn't matter. None of it mattered, it was all coming to nothing and she could see that her future she had created was crumbling. He wasn't going to be in her future. For all she knew, Foxpaw wouldn't either. Nor Silverpaw. They were all going to turn their backs on her... just as she was doing now.
　
Maybe Bluepaw was right. Maybe it was time to grow up and stop playing games. Maybe it was time to face facts and see the future for what it was. No games. No friendships. Just her and him and Azulpaw would be with Alabasterpaw. They would be close. Forever. Just as she and him would be. That was too bad, but it was the world that they lived in. The Clan that she was currently in held enemies for her north star and she was doing everything in her power to make sure that he remained alive. Even if sometimes she thought perhaps it would be better if she just stopped. Stopped trying, and just waited to see what happened. She hadn't been trying at first, and look what had happened! Alabasterpaw had beaten him up. Then he'd fallen - or jumped - out of a tree. Had he fallen or jumped? Had he been planning on jumping and then fallen? Asterpaw wasn't sure.
　
At least I had my turn. His turn. As though she were an object and nothing more. I suppose I have to learn to share sometime. Okay. Now she was done with this drama. Done with his petty comments. So much for a conversation - it was time to walk away. Instead of responding to this, she said nothing. Her maw remained shut and she turned away from him, curling her tail around her paws. Ignoring his presence. This was the last thing she did when she was angry. When there was nothing left to say, she would walk away. Turn away. Shut the other cat out so that she couldn't see their victory, and she didn't want to. It was all over now, their friendship... and she knew that this was the last time she would get to speak to him, most likely. It wouldn't surprise her at all. Bluepaw was her main focus now and Alabasterpaw was his. No longer could she try to be friends.
　
She would always try to keep Azulpaw safe, but she would never be able to be close to him again. No more games. She was growing up - they both were growing up. Everyone was. The clock of life was ticking and Asterpaw knew that her time would come just like theirs. But she wouldn't get to live life to the fullest anymore. Time to live a half life, a life that she hadn't wanted... a life she had all but sworn she wouldn't get roped into. And now she was. His words made her want to cry again. Was that his way of saying sorry to her, or... was he just trying to make her feel bad? Whichever one it was, it gave her a sense of peace. So if he had been trying to make her feel bad it didn't work. "Don't fall." It was the only thing she could think of to say as she turned around and saw him sitting in the tree. The only thing she knew to say at that moment before she padded away, to go find Bluepaw. She had spoken softly, not sarcastically or roughly... so he would know.
　
Why had she felt the urge to say something like that? Maybe she felt bad because she hadn't really said anything nice to him in a while. She hadn't talked to him since the battle. She hadn't really looked at him that much either. All she'd been doing was thinking. Asterpaw wished she had gone to Azulpaw in the first place. Perhaps disappointment was something she could deal with, but going for good... that was going to be hard on her. Hard on both of them. It was an adventure, that was good... an adventure she preferred not to be on. And yet Asterpaw tried to figure out a way to turn this to the positive side. Azulpaw would be safe. Alabasterpaw might be happy for once. She could be happy with Bluepaw, and fulfill her promise from long ago. And yet still there was a nagging feeling that she didn't like any of this whatsoever. She hated the thought of leaving. But it was the only thing left to do.
　
Alabasterpaw was not happy. Was she ever? But this time she was even less happy then she had been in a while. How dare he be so nice to her at the end. Everything had been going perfectly, the argument was working... but then he'd decided to say something like that. Revealing herself by padding out from the shadows, a scowl was present on Alabasterpaw's features. "Could I talk to you, love? And get out of that tree before you hurt yourself." Her question and command were partly mixed together, and she stood waiting. Honestly, Alabasterpaw never understood why he cared so much for Asterpaw. What had she done that was so great? What was so great about her? Why didn't Azulpaw care for her in that way... that was a tone she had never heard him use with her. In the few hours they had been a couple. And yes, Alabasterpaw considered it to be official.
　
She glanced up into the branches of the tree. Trees had always been something Alabasterpaw didn't like. Climbing them took work and effort, neither of which she wished to work with - ever. Unless it involved fighting, or trickery, in which case she was all in. Alabasterpaw glanced up at the tree, thinking for a moment. Would it ever be worth trying to physically hurt her chosen love to get him to do what she wanted? Nah. She'd tried that. It hadn't worked, so now she'd moved onto the mind. His mind was stronger then she had earlier anticipated but she was working on it and it was going well. Pretty soon Azulpaw would be hers to command. Hers to deal with. And she could get him to fight with her sister. Those little petty remarks had made her laugh, honestly... but she could see that they had hurt and bothered Asterpaw. Which had only made her feel better. Whether Azulpaw knew it or not, he was helping her even at this moment in time.

[Gone]

Spottedheart smiled, nodding, "I agree," she said softly. "Though they can be rascals from time to time," she laughed, as she knew all kits could be, though that didn't make her love the three any less. They were a lot, yes, but she loved them, and she was relieved that Daystripe loved them as well. She had always believed that Daystripe loved them, but you never knew, as there always were scenarios she could make up in her head that terrified her. Just thinking of her making those stories made her think of a few more, forcing herself to calm down. Was it normal to be paranoid from time to time about every little thing? She had no idea, forcing herself not to shudder, still smiling, as she was still happy.

When she thought about it, she had survived a lot of things with Daystripe at her side. The evil era, SkyClan coming to join the other clans, the Dusk Syndicate battle, and while she had never directly participated in the battles, staying and protecting the kits in the nursery instead, it still had been a long time. She didn't want to think of the times of battles and sufferage, but well, they had been there, and it was somewhat amazing that they had stayed together this whole time. Then again, she did love Daystripe with her whole heart, and believed that he was her soulmate, so, honestly, she wasn't too surprised. Now they had kits, and while that was crazy, she was so happy to just get time with just herself and him, as it was so peaceful, much quieter than she was used to in the nursery, except for when everyone was asleep, and she was stil up. Either way, it was nice, and the she-cat was going to enjoy every moment of it.
Daystripe chuckled as she told him that they could be little rascals when they wanted to, it was indeed true, but his kits were pretty calm and not really like that, they had inherited that from them, because the auburn tom couldn't remember being an hyperactive kit and such things. "Well, compared to some of the other kits, I find them pretty calm, the others are always calling out for their parents, unlike our, they rarely do, and they sound like little angels when they call for us, and they sure don't sound annoying, they mostly sleep for all I've seen." He mewed and licked the top of her head lovingly, a purr rumbling down his throat.

The auburn tom looked around at the territory, he still couldn't believe that after all he had been through, that he was still here in one piece, he was still here for his family, and even if he died, he would still be there in spirit to protect them from any danger, that was his job as a father and mate, to protect his family at all cost, but being a warrior, he also had to protect his clan, after all, it was part of the warrior code to do so, his gaze not leaving the pretty tortoiseshell, he sure didn't mind having some time alone with her, after all, their kits were asleep, so they could enjoy the other's company, like good old times.

[:blue:]

Daystripe chuckled as she told him that they could be little rascals when they wanted to, it was indeed true, but his kits were pretty calm and not really like that, they had inherited that from them, because the auburn tom couldn't remember being an hyperactive kit and such things. "Well, compared to some of the other kits, I find them pretty calm, the others are always calling out for their parents, unlike our, they rarely do, and they sound like little angels when they call for us, and they sure don't sound annoying, they mostly sleep for all I've seen." He mewed and licked the top of her head lovingly, a purr rumbling down his throat.

The auburn tom looked around at the territory, he still couldn't believe that after all he had been through, that he was still here in one piece, he was still here for his family, and even if he died, he would still be there in spirit to protect them from any danger, that was his job as a father and mate, to protect his family at all cost, but being a warrior, he also had to protect his clan, after all, it was part of the warrior code to do so, his gaze not leaving the pretty tortoiseshell, he sure didn't mind having some time alone with her, after all, their kits were asleep, so they could enjoy the other's company, like good old times.

Spottedheart laughed, but nodded, as she knew Daystripe was telling the truth. Maybe it was just her love for her kits and Daystripe, but she had never found any of them annoying, and she didn't even have a reason to really be angry at them. Sure, they occasionally tried to play with the queens' tails when they were nursing or such, but she knew that was normal, as she remembered being the same way. "They do seem that way," she agreed, "Hopefully they'll act like that to their mentors as well, once they're apprentices," she laughed, though a part of her didn't want her kits to grow up. She loved the way they were now, and while she didn't want them to get older, she would always love them either way, and the same went for Daystripe.

She didn't break eye contact with her mate either, not wanting to. Every part of him was so handsome, she found it easy to get lost in his green eyes. She was still smiling, though it was slightly awkwardly, as she had the magical ability to find a way to be awkward, even after knowing that she had no reason to be. She was aware of her pelt growing hot, though she pushed that feeling away, forcing herself to keep smiling at Daystripe, though she didn't feel like she was forcing herself to do so. She was happy, the only downside was that she was slightly awkward as well, her green orbs almost seeming to be lit up in happiness.

[Gone]

Spottedheart laughed, but nodded, as she knew Daystripe was telling the truth. Maybe it was just her love for her kits and Daystripe, but she had never found any of them annoying, and she didn't even have a reason to really be angry at them. Sure, they occasionally tried to play with the queens' tails when they were nursing or such, but she knew that was normal, as she remembered being the same way. "They do seem that way," she agreed, "Hopefully they'll act like that to their mentors as well, once they're apprentices," she laughed, though a part of her didn't want her kits to grow up. She loved the way they were now, and while she didn't want them to get older, she would always love them either way, and the same went for Daystripe.

She didn't break eye contact with her mate either, not wanting to. Every part of him was so handsome, she found it easy to get lost in his green eyes. She was still smiling, though it was slightly awkwardly, as she had the magical ability to find a way to be awkward, even after knowing that she had no reason to be. She was aware of her pelt growing hot, though she pushed that feeling away, forcing herself to keep smiling at Daystripe, though she didn't feel like she was forcing herself to do so. She was happy, the only downside was that she was slightly awkward as well, her green orbs almost seeming to be lit up in happiness.
Daystripe chuckled and started thinking about a day when he came from a patrol late at night and walked into the nursery, where he had found his whole family sleeping, they were angels and he had quickly, but ever so silently, made his way to them and curled up around them, only to be surprised by a sudden lick of his mate, it had been quite nice, and he had given each of his kits a loving lick and to his mate as well, making sure to keep them warm before he had fallen asleep, thinking about this made him happier than ever, he could also remember the day they were born and that Blazekit had made his way over to him and the fact that his son had fallen asleep against him.

The tom's green hues were still gazing in the tortoiseshell, they were hypnotising, they were basically making a huge difference, her fur being black and all those beautiful color until- Bam, you came to those beautiful green orbs, he suddently pinned her to the ground and gazed down at her, keeping their tails tightly twined as he started covering her face with lovely licks, he felt her fur heating up a tad, which resulted in the same thing happening to him.

[:blue:]

Daystripe chuckled and started thinking about a day when he came from a patrol late at night and walked into the nursery, where he had found his whole family sleeping, they were angels and he had quickly, but ever so silently, made his way to them and curled up around them, only to be surprised by a sudden lick of his mate, it had been quite nice, and he had given each of his kits a loving lick and to his mate as well, making sure to keep them warm before he had fallen asleep, thinking about this made him happier than ever, he could also remember the day they were born and that Blazekit had made his way over to him and the fact that his son had fallen asleep against him.

The tom's green hues were still gazing in the tortoiseshell, they were hypnotising, they were basically making a huge difference, her fur being black and all those beautiful color until- Bam, you came to those beautiful green orbs, he suddently pinned her to the ground and gazed down at her, keeping their tails tightly twined as he started covering her face with lovely licks, he felt her fur heating up a tad, which resulted in the same thing happening to him.

Spottedheart was still smiling, though she let out a soft yelp of surprise as she was pinned down. Realizing it was just Daystripe, the she-cat laughed, nuzzling the tom to the best of her ability. This walk had turned into how they had used to act together, before they had kits, and that made her happy. She had missed those days for awhile, and was enjoying this one small moment, "I missed having walks like this," she laughed as she looked at Daystripe.

The she-cat didn't move, too happy for the time being. Her world seemed so much larger than when she had just been turned an apprentice, having one die-hard crush, and one good friend, who had ended up going missing later. However, her crush had become her mate, which she had assumed didn't happen to many cats, especially if that crush had lasted all the way through the time they were an apprentice. She had never really thought of herself special in any way, as she knew there were cats that had powers of some sort, she just didn't know who they were. Shrugging those thoughts away, she looked at Daystripe again, smiling still.

[Gone]

Spottedheart was still smiling, though she let out a soft yelp of surprise as she was pinned down. Realizing it was just Daystripe, the she-cat laughed, nuzzling the tom to the best of her ability. This walk had turned into how they had used to act together, before they had kits, and that made her happy. She had missed those days for awhile, and was enjoying this one small moment, "I missed having walks like this," she laughed as she looked at Daystripe.

The she-cat didn't move, too happy for the time being. Her world seemed so much larger than when she had just been turned an apprentice, having one die-hard crush, and one good friend, who had ended up going missing later. However, her crush had become her mate, which she had assumed didn't happen to many cats, especially if that crush had lasted all the way through the time they were an apprentice. She had never really thought of herself special in any way, as she knew there were cats that had powers of some sort, she just didn't know who they were. Shrugging those thoughts away, she looked at Daystripe again, smiling still.
(Writer's block, I'll probably post tomorrow after work.)

[Brilliance]

Asterpaw was... furious. She was angrier then she had been in a long time. And the object of her fury was right there. How dare he? How dare he laugh at her, how dare he wink at her... Asterpaw didn't even know what to do. She didn't know why she was so angry, either. All she had wanted to do was talk to Azulpaw, but it had obviously gone downhill. The only way to talk was to fight, although when she had thought about that, she hadn't thought about bringing his attitude into it. I never wanted you to go through ANY of it. That was what she wanted to say, but she was afraid listening ears might catch up on that. Might pick up on her meaning and drag her away. She didn't want to be taken from her friend, she wanted to stay with him... although much more of this and she would be perfectly happy to be "dragged away" from the tom. Sometimes she felt so done with him.
　
He and his attitude and his sarcasm, she was just... done. And other times she felt as though she never wanted to leave. Why was life so confusing right now? "Yeah, I see it. You still need to be taken down a couple of pegs. If you think you're better then Bluepaw, you're mistaken." Okay. So that was a lie... so she was no better then him now... what did it matter? She was getting to talk. Asterpaw wanted this so badly that she could have just asked Bluepaw for it, just asked him if she could have one conversation. One normal talk, just a playful encounter for a little while, but she was scared to. And so she tore the grey tom down by building the piebald one up. It hurt at the same time, but she was just glad she was getting to be there. Did she need to say something nice? Probably. But she was nervous to, she was scared that he might get dragged more forcefully away.
　
Bluepaw wouldn't hurt her - bad. He'd bitten her, but already her brain was trying to compensate with the shock by telling her that it was a "love bite." That he hadn't meant to hurt her. And perhaps he hadn't, but deep down, Asterpaw knew that he had done it out of anger. That he had been upset with her. And if Bluepaw's aim was to get her to be obediant and loyal to him through fear, then it was working fairly well. Still hadn't stopped her from speaking to her friend. Her... north star. What was she supposed to do about that? If Azulpaw was her north star and she wasn't allowed to just be herself around him, how were they supposed to be friends anymore? She wanted to be friends. That was all she had wanted throughout this whole ordeal, but it wasn't working. If they were going to be friends, sooner or later he was going to get hurt worse then he already had - however that was possible.
　
Or he would be killed. Asterpaw knew this for a fact, she could feel her head spinning with the logic of the situation. "It's none of your business who I chose to spend my time with." She wanted to slap him. Knock some sense into him, but if she were to do either she might hurt him more then she wanted to. And, Asterpaw was doing this to keep Azulpaw from harm. Not to put him in it's way. She felt as though she could have snapped at someone. As though she could have bitten through something in this moment, that was the level of anger that Asterpaw was carrying. It didn't matter. None of it mattered, it was all coming to nothing and she could see that her future she had created was crumbling. He wasn't going to be in her future. For all she knew, Foxpaw wouldn't either. Nor Silverpaw. They were all going to turn their backs on her... just as she was doing now.
　
Maybe Bluepaw was right. Maybe it was time to grow up and stop playing games. Maybe it was time to face facts and see the future for what it was. No games. No friendships. Just her and him and Azulpaw would be with Alabasterpaw. They would be close. Forever. Just as she and him would be. That was too bad, but it was the world that they lived in. The Clan that she was currently in held enemies for her north star and she was doing everything in her power to make sure that he remained alive. Even if sometimes she thought perhaps it would be better if she just stopped. Stopped trying, and just waited to see what happened. She hadn't been trying at first, and look what had happened! Alabasterpaw had beaten him up. Then he'd fallen - or jumped - out of a tree. Had he fallen or jumped? Had he been planning on jumping and then fallen? Asterpaw wasn't sure.
　
At least I had my turn. His turn. As though she were an object and nothing more. I suppose I have to learn to share sometime. Okay. Now she was done with this drama. Done with his petty comments. So much for a conversation - it was time to walk away. Instead of responding to this, she said nothing. Her maw remained shut and she turned away from him, curling her tail around her paws. Ignoring his presence. This was the last thing she did when she was angry. When there was nothing left to say, she would walk away. Turn away. Shut the other cat out so that she couldn't see their victory, and she didn't want to. It was all over now, their friendship... and she knew that this was the last time she would get to speak to him, most likely. It wouldn't surprise her at all. Bluepaw was her main focus now and Alabasterpaw was his. No longer could she try to be friends.
　
She would always try to keep Azulpaw safe, but she would never be able to be close to him again. No more games. She was growing up - they both were growing up. Everyone was. The clock of life was ticking and Asterpaw knew that her time would come just like theirs. But she wouldn't get to live life to the fullest anymore. Time to live a half life, a life that she hadn't wanted... a life she had all but sworn she wouldn't get roped into. And now she was. His words made her want to cry again. Was that his way of saying sorry to her, or... was he just trying to make her feel bad? Whichever one it was, it gave her a sense of peace. So if he had been trying to make her feel bad it didn't work. "Don't fall." It was the only thing she could think of to say as she turned around and saw him sitting in the tree. The only thing she knew to say at that moment before she padded away, to go find Bluepaw. She had spoken softly, not sarcastically or roughly... so he would know.
　
Why had she felt the urge to say something like that? Maybe she felt bad because she hadn't really said anything nice to him in a while. She hadn't talked to him since the battle. She hadn't really looked at him that much either. All she'd been doing was thinking. Asterpaw wished she had gone to Azulpaw in the first place. Perhaps disappointment was something she could deal with, but going for good... that was going to be hard on her. Hard on both of them. It was an adventure, that was good... an adventure she preferred not to be on. And yet Asterpaw tried to figure out a way to turn this to the positive side. Azulpaw would be safe. Alabasterpaw might be happy for once. She could be happy with Bluepaw, and fulfill her promise from long ago. And yet still there was a nagging feeling that she didn't like any of this whatsoever. She hated the thought of leaving. But it was the only thing left to do.
　
Alabasterpaw was not happy. Was she ever? But this time she was even less happy then she had been in a while. How dare he be so nice to her at the end. Everything had been going perfectly, the argument was working... but then he'd decided to say something like that. Revealing herself by padding out from the shadows, a scowl was present on Alabasterpaw's features. "Could I talk to you, love? And get out of that tree before you hurt yourself." Her question and command were partly mixed together, and she stood waiting. Honestly, Alabasterpaw never understood why he cared so much for Asterpaw. What had she done that was so great? What was so great about her? Why didn't Azulpaw care for her in that way... that was a tone she had never heard him use with her. In the few hours they had been a couple. And yes, Alabasterpaw considered it to be official.
　
She glanced up into the branches of the tree. Trees had always been something Alabasterpaw didn't like. Climbing them took work and effort, neither of which she wished to work with - ever. Unless it involved fighting, or trickery, in which case she was all in. Alabasterpaw glanced up at the tree, thinking for a moment. Would it ever be worth trying to physically hurt her chosen love to get him to do what she wanted? Nah. She'd tried that. It hadn't worked, so now she'd moved onto the mind. His mind was stronger then she had earlier anticipated but she was working on it and it was going well. Pretty soon Azulpaw would be hers to command. Hers to deal with. And she could get him to fight with her sister. Those little petty remarks had made her laugh, honestly... but she could see that they had hurt and bothered Asterpaw. Which had only made her feel better. Whether Azulpaw knew it or not, he was helping her even at this moment in time.


''Perhaps, I'm not better than Bluepaw--I'm so sorry!'' He yowled sarcastically from atop the tree. Here he was trying to avoid fighting with her, but it seemed like everything gotten worse between them. Would anything ever be better as it was those moons ago? He seriously couldn't figure out what went wrong. Or, why she decided to approach him in the first place. Azulpaw felt that it would had been better if she stayed away. And, now look where they stood. Azulpaw firmly stayed in the tree, as rigid as could be. He wondered how long she would stay down there. Or, did he have to say something else in order to run her off? The tom peered below, and all he wanted to was yell at her that he was just playing, he wanted to pin her, indulge in any game of play, but he knew he couldn't. He had an eerie feeling that someone was watching him from the shadows, so he didn't take his chances. The feline, quietly tightened his tail around the tree branch as he studied his eyes on Asterpaw.

She was just right there. Sitting there. Was she waiting? Perhaps his words had struck her. In a way, that made her hurt. That made her give up. Azulpaw took in a deep breath. He knew he was wrong for what he said. Pretty harsh, but that didn't stop him from taking the words back. Azulpaw would never take those words back. He was pretty hurt by what she said when it came to Bluepaw. Possibly, he shouldn't had been angry at that fact. Asterpaw was living by a promise that she bet on her soul to keep. Azulpaw would had done anything for her to break that promise. Upon her words, he froze, looking down with sad eyes as she begin to walk away. Already too late, he didn't dare say the words aloud. Why would he? That would only cause even more hurt, and confusion, and sadness. So, he allowed Asterpaw to walk away, going towards Bluepaw, who seemed to already be making his way back with a graceful smile.

They were...perfect for each other. Azulpaw tilted his head, sighing lightly. He finally got the chance to talk to her, and it ended that way. Now, she was going towards Bluepaw for comfort, and all Azulpaw could do was watch. He supposed that he could stop sulking and actually be happy for them. It was nothing wrong with that. Except for the fact that he didn't want to be happy for them. Azulpaw blinked his eyes, allowing them to move to another sight. From atop the tree, he could make out the birds. He remembered how he begged to be free like them as they flown. It was everything to him. Now, all he just wanted was to cuddle up with Silverpaw, and listen to her talk all day about her day. He rather hear her go on and on about this and that, or gush about here and there. The silver feline was always happy, always optimistic, always clueless about the real world around her. Azulpaw took a quick glance towards Asterpaw and Bluepaw. He begged--oh, how he begged Silverpaw would never experience or know about heartbreak. She was too innocent for such forms of vulnerability. Besides that, Azulpaw knew he would protect her from anything. Just like he would protect Asterpaw from everything.

''Kill me now.'' He groaned to himself as he delicately laid down in the tree. The last place he needed to be at the moment was up a tree. It brought unpleasant memories for him, yet they were always a form of comfort. He wasn't scared to climb trees much anymore. The only part he feared was the fall. The bashing. Ugh, the bashing. He could remember from the battle how much his head had hurt from what Alabasterpaw had done to him. Was he crazy for promising to love her? After she tried to kill him? Maybe it was the number she was putting on him, causing his brain cells to dissolve or break apart. Azulpaw didn’t know, nor did he want to find out. He was caught off guard when the white demon made her appearance. The tom rolled his eyes as he looked away from her, but his yellow hues calmly gazed back down on her as he flicked his tail. ‘’Always have to ruin my fun, don’t you, love?’’ He mused, slightly, and stayed longer in the tree. No one told Azulpaw what to do. So, instead of doing what she commanded right away, the tom simply enjoyed the view, taking one of his paws and giving it a tender lick. She was bound to get annoyed with his antics.

It wasn’t like she was going to hurt him, anymore. Besides that, he figured she wouldn’t find herself climbing a tree. Alabasterpaw was somewhat lazy to the eye. She didn’t like to do much work. Azulpaw found this humorous, so he stayed further up, looking down at her, and blowing off a soft sigh. ‘’I won’t hurt myself. Trust me. It would be a blessing if that happened.’’ He cooed down to her, making his voice sickly sweet. Wasn’t that what she wanted? For him to be sweet, controlled, and vulnerable. The tom shook his head. It was no use of playing around, so he swiftly made his way down every branch, almost losing his footing on one of them, before he dropped to the ground, managing a delicate fall. He growled to himself. ‘’Still need to work on my balance.’’ He shook his head lowly before padding slowly towards Alabasterpaw, making sure to brush his fur alongside hers before appearing on her other side. ‘’You wanted me, sweetheart?’’ He blinked his eyes, and at first didn’t show any expression on his face, but soon his signature annoying smirk was placed on his maw, and his eyes half-lidded. Whatever Alabasterpaw had to say must had been extremely important.

Bluepaw lazily made his way back over to his friends. His ears had flicked. He was still slightly disturbed that Alabasterpaw wanted Asterpaw and Azulpaw to still be friends. Wasn’t it the plan to keep them away from each other in the first place? At least, that’s what ha last remembered. The tom hopped over a couple rocks before he stopped for a moment. ‘’Alabasterpaw must be up to something…’’ He shook his head, but he didn’t have time to figure that out yet. He figured he would talk to her whenever they could be alone.

Additionally, he found it extremely hilarious that Alabasterpaw settled for Azulpaw. The piebald found it weird that she settled for something so...beaten up. He was truly a second choice when it came to the two of them. His attitude...his wounds...his personality was all a downer. A waste of space he truly was. Though this was only Bluepaw’s thoughts towards his old best friend. And, as time went on, and things were accustomed to, Bluepaw figured he would re-establish the burned bridges that he broke off with Azulpaw. All those moons ago when Bluepaw found the strength to pin his best friend down...Just for a she-cat. Those words penetrated him at first, and they scared him. That wasn’t the tom Bluepaw wanted to be.

He became it, however. He felt his feelings creating a whole; an empty one. Lost of everything it once had. Honestly, Bluepaw wanted to establish friendships, but instead he created more enemies. He was far into deep. Something he was afraid of being, and he solely had blamed Alabasterpaw for everything. At the moment, it wasn’t time to play the blame game. After all, Bluepaw had won. He got Asterpaw, and Azulpaw? Lost a great friend because at the moment, he could see Asterpaw. She looked sad, and this made him trot her way.

‘’Asterpaw, what’s wrong?’’ His voice was sincere as he stared at her. What could had happen while he was gone? ‘’Did Alabasterpaw say something to you?’’ Now that he thought about it, where was Alabasterpaw? She was a sneaky white demon that acted like a snake. Slithering around and looking for someone to seep venom into. His eyes calmed when he saw her socializing with Azulpaw. The sight made him sick as he watched the grey feline wrap himself around her. ‘’Did Azulpaw do something to you?’’ He leaned his head down to get a better look at the she cat.

Bluepaw honestly hated seeing others cry. He definitely didn’t want Asterpaw to cry. She was suppose to be happy. His happy angel that he would love and cherish forever. The tom knew he would hurt anything that spoiled her spirits. Gingerly, he stepped closer to her, trying to give her the well needed comfort that he felt she would need. Bluepaw tried to remain calm and collective, but everyone knew what would happen if someone hurt the feelings of his new love. If he lost Asterpaw, the tom would feel that he lost everything. Everything.

[:blue:]

(Writer's block, I'll probably post tomorrow after work.)
(( Ah, okay ^-^ ))

[Gone]

Spottedheart was still smiling, though she let out a soft yelp of surprise as she was pinned down. Realizing it was just Daystripe, the she-cat laughed, nuzzling the tom to the best of her ability. This walk had turned into how they had used to act together, before they had kits, and that made her happy. She had missed those days for awhile, and was enjoying this one small moment, "I missed having walks like this," she laughed as she looked at Daystripe.

The she-cat didn't move, too happy for the time being. Her world seemed so much larger than when she had just been turned an apprentice, having one die-hard crush, and one good friend, who had ended up going missing later. However, her crush had become her mate, which she had assumed didn't happen to many cats, especially if that crush had lasted all the way through the time they were an apprentice. She had never really thought of herself special in any way, as she knew there were cats that had powers of some sort, she just didn't know who they were. Shrugging those thoughts away, she looked at Daystripe again, smiling still.
Daystripe chuckled as she yipped, it was almost like the first time he had done this, but it had been a while ago, before she had even turned into a warrior, when she was still his apprentice, this had been the way they had shared their first kiss, he quickly returned the gesture and started nuzzling her in return, his tail quickly tightening its hold around hers, he was simply so happy with her. "I miss these walks too, you know." He admitted, these walks were basically a big part of their relationship, because even when she was still his apprentice, they often had walks like this to talk about training and stuff... And now, it was to talk about their kits and their future together.

The auburn tom gazed down at Spottedheart, words couldn't reflect how happy he was with her, but the expression on his face said everything, he was more than happy, his life had taken a whole new turn with this beautiful she-cat, they had a family and so much more to come, he didn't know what the future would throw them, but together, they would take it. because they would be there for one another and nothing would ever change that, not able to look away from the she-cat, the fact that she was now his mate and that they had a family together, he couldn't express how he felt about that, he felt complete.

[:blue:]

Daystripe chuckled as she yipped, it was almost like the first time he had done this, but it had been a while ago, before she had even turned into a warrior, when she was still his apprentice, this had been the way they had shared their first kiss, he quickly returned the gesture and started nuzzling her in return, his tail quickly tightening its hold around hers, he was simply so happy with her. "I miss these walks too, you know." He admitted, these walks were basically a big part of their relationship, because even when she was still his apprentice, they often had walks like this to talk about training and stuff... And now, it was to talk about their kits and their future together.

The auburn tom gazed down at Spottedheart, words couldn't reflect how happy he was with her, but the expression on his face said everything, he was more than happy, his life had taken a whole new turn with this beautiful she-cat, they had a family and so much more to come, he didn't know what the future would throw them, but together, they would take it. because they would be there for one another and nothing would ever change that, not able to look away from the she-cat, the fact that she was now his mate and that they had a family together, he couldn't express how he felt about that, he felt complete.
Spottedheart simply smiled, nodding as well, even though she had no idea what to talk about now, she was still happy to be with Daystripe. It was hard to not be, not moving from where she was, and, although she wanted to see if her kits were alright, she knew they were smart. They hopefully didn't get their ears clawed off by any warriors or apprentinces, trying not to laugh out loud from her own little idea, she looked up at Daystripe again. She couldn't find words for everything she wanted to say to him, as she would probably end up screwing up and saying the wrong thing, or just wording it wrong, or stammering, either way, she knew it would be hard for her to express herself. She pushed herself up againa slight bit, and nuzzled Daystripe once again, still smiling the whole time.

(( Sorry it's short, I'm having a bit of a writer's block ))

[Gone]

Spottedheart simply smiled, nodding as well, even though she had no idea what to talk about now, she was still happy to be with Daystripe. It was hard to not be, not moving from where she was, and, although she wanted to see if her kits were alright, she knew they were smart. They hopefully didn't get their ears clawed off by any warriors or apprentinces, trying not to laugh out loud from her own little idea, she looked up at Daystripe again. She couldn't find words for everything she wanted to say to him, as she would probably end up screwing up and saying the wrong thing, or just wording it wrong, or stammering, either way, she knew it would be hard for her to express herself. She pushed herself up againa slight bit, and nuzzled Daystripe once again, still smiling the whole time.

(( Sorry it's short, I'm having a bit of a writer's block ))
The fact that his mate wasn't answering him made him not able to talk either, he didn't know what to talk about, just like her right now, his smile growing bigger after she pressed up against him and nuzzled him, he blushed and nuzzled her in return, but soon after pressed his nose in the crook of her neck, which he started licking afterwards, a loud purr rumbling down the auburn tom's throat, showing as much affection as possible to the she-cat, why wouldn't he? She was his mate, and he loved her, just like their kits, but he still didn't talk.

(Same)

[:blue:]

The fact that his mate wasn't answering him made him not able to talk either, he didn't know what to talk about, just like her right now, his smile growing bigger after she pressed up against him and nuzzled him, he blushed and nuzzled her in return, but soon after pressed his nose in the crook of her neck, which he started licking afterwards, a loud purr rumbling down the auburn tom's throat, showing as much affection as possible to the she-cat, why wouldn't he? She was his mate, and he loved her, just like their kits, but he still didn't talk.

(Same)

Spottedheart kept smiling, before reluctantly shifting out from Daystripe. "Maybe we should finish this walk," she murmured, not wanting to do what she was saying, though she guessed it was a good idea. She didn't want her own kits to think they could do anything since she and Daystripe were gone. The tortoiseshell looked away in embarrassment, before looking back at Daystripe again, an apologetic look on her face.

She had always been awkward when it came to refusing things or breaking away from an embrace of any sort. The she-cat had always been worried about offending the other cat. Was that wrong of her? She had no idea, she didn't see many other cats worrying like the world as they knew it was coming to an end the next day, but she had no idea. She had always wanted to be liked, maybe it was for fear of getting forgotten, or something else, she had no idea. There she was, again, worrying about something that had no meaning. Once she had realized that, she shook her head, clearing her mind, smiling apologetically at Daystripe once again, her pelt turning hot as she stood there.

[Gone]

Spottedheart kept smiling, before reluctantly shifting out from Daystripe. "Maybe we should finish this walk," she murmured, not wanting to do what she was saying, though she guessed it was a good idea. She didn't want her own kits to think they could do anything since she and Daystripe were gone. The tortoiseshell looked away in embarrassment, before looking back at Daystripe again, an apologetic look on her face.

She had always been awkward when it came to refusing things or breaking away from an embrace of any sort. The she-cat had always been worried about offending the other cat. Was that wrong of her? She had no idea, she didn't see many other cats worrying like the world as they knew it was coming to an end the next day, but she had no idea. She had always wanted to be liked, maybe it was for fear of getting forgotten, or something else, she had no idea. There she was, again, worrying about something that had no meaning. Once she had realized that, she shook her head, clearing her mind, smiling apologetically at Daystripe once again, her pelt turning hot as she stood there.
Daystripe's eyes opened wide as she shifted out from under him, but he wouldn't question it, she had always been like that and he couldn't force her to do something, he would feel pretty bad about doing something like this, he hated putting pressure on others, imagine how bad he would feel doing this to his mate. The auburn tom gave a nod as she told him that they should finish their walk, it was true, they had been outside for quite a long time and their kits could be awake and they needed to be there for them.

He knew his mate was awkward sometimes, but that was something he actually loved about her, that's what made her stand out among others, that was one of the many things that had made him fall for the tortoiseshell, he didn't hate her because of that, in fact, it made him remember why he loved her, because she was herself and a lot different than hte other cats he had met in the clan, walking by her side, he pressed against her, meeting her gaze once more. "Don't feel sorry, I love you just the way you are..." He purred and licked her maw.

[:blue:]

Daystripe's eyes opened wide as she shifted out from under him, but he wouldn't question it, she had always been like that and he couldn't force her to do something, he would feel pretty bad about doing something like this, he hated putting pressure on others, imagine how bad he would feel doing this to his mate. The auburn tom gave a nod as she told him that they should finish their walk, it was true, they had been outside for quite a long time and their kits could be awake and they needed to be there for them.

He knew his mate was awkward sometimes, but that was something he actually loved about her, that's what made her stand out among others, that was one of the many things that had made him fall for the tortoiseshell, he didn't hate her because of that, in fact, it made him remember why he loved her, because she was herself and a lot different than hte other cats he had met in the clan, walking by her side, he pressed against her, meeting her gaze once more. "Don't feel sorry, I love you just the way you are..." He purred and licked her maw.


Spottedheart nodded, listening to Daystripe, in a way. However, she was still sorry, since Daystripe had looked happy. "Where should we walk to?" She asked softly, since they seemed to be in the middle of the territory. Anywhere they could go if they needed to, except other clans' territory, but she didn't think either of them needed to do that anyways. "I'd honestly be fine with anywhere," she said softly, wanting to let her mate make the choice, instead of her. She hadn't been outside the camp in awhile as well, so maybe new routes or new spots had been discovered.

The tortishell had always been amazed by new things. Honestly, it didn't matter from what age, when she had opened her eyes, she had been amazed by other cats, when she had been out of the nursery for the first time, she had been amazed by the sun, and the old camp. Despite being curious in that way, she had always been cautious as well, and had never snuck out of the camp, even when her littermates had been pestering her to. It had all been for that amazing experience when she had first been outside the camp as an apprentice. She often would laugh to herself as she remembered that, wanting to chase every bug and piece of prey that showed up. Looking over at Daystripe again, she listened for his decision, smiling the whole time.

[AbsurdJinx]

Ebonyfrost inhaled deeply, calming herself down from her slight burst. This was not a good idea. She didn't even know if it was something that was capable of being helped. But yet, this was her mother asking her for something. If anything, she should want to tell her...
No! She would not think like that. Nobody could be told this.
It was unusual – silly even – to act like this, but she felt like this was something that should not be shared. Not with anybody. Being seen as lesser or weak for something was not a thing that she wanted to risk, even with her own mother.

She made sure that her voice was level and calm, attempting to sound as light as she could attempt.
"Nothing's wrong." She didn't want to lie to her mother, but the truth was too complicated. She tried to false a smile.
"I can't confide in you something that isn't existent."

Mousejump felt torn between letting Ebonyfrost keep her secret, and pushing to learn the secret. She wanted to be apart of her kits' life, but how could she do that while the knowledge that something was bothering her kit was haunting her own mind? ``I can help you,`` Mousejump murmured softly, fighting just as hard as Ebonyfrost to keep her temper at bay.

She lifted her head to look straight at Ebonyfrost, her gaze welcoming. ``I want to help you,`` Mousejump meowed. She wouldn't judge her daughter for something she couldn't control, loving her just the same, but sadly, Ebonyfrost didn't seem to understand. ``If you'll just let me...`` Soon, if her daughter kept on being stubborn, Mousejump would surely lose her head. She was genuinely a very blunt feline, and pretending to be calm and collected like she was now was challenging. She would surely burst.

[Gone]

Spottedheart nodded, listening to Daystripe, in a way. However, she was still sorry, since Daystripe had looked happy. "Where should we walk to?" She asked softly, since they seemed to be in the middle of the territory. Anywhere they could go if they needed to, except other clans' territory, but she didn't think either of them needed to do that anyways. "I'd honestly be fine with anywhere," she said softly, wanting to let her mate make the choice, instead of her. She hadn't been outside the camp in awhile as well, so maybe new routes or new spots had been discovered.

The tortishell had always been amazed by new things. Honestly, it didn't matter from what age, when she had opened her eyes, she had been amazed by other cats, when she had been out of the nursery for the first time, she had been amazed by the sun, and the old camp. Despite being curious in that way, she had always been cautious as well, and had never snuck out of the camp, even when her littermates had been pestering her to. It had all been for that amazing experience when she had first been outside the camp as an apprentice. She often would laugh to herself as she remembered that, wanting to chase every bug and piece of prey that showed up. Looking over at Daystripe again, she listened for his decision, smiling the whole time.
"Well, I don't know about that, there are so many places we could actually go to, we could go enjoy the sunset for a bit, I don't know, there are also so many things to do." Daystripe mewed, gazing in the she-cat's beautiful green hues, they could actually go anywhere on the territory, because they couldn't just go and step on other clan's territories.

(Yay, writer's block strikes again xD)

[:blue:]

"Well, I don't know about that, there are so many places we could actually go to, we could go enjoy the sunset for a bit, I don't know, there are also so many things to do." Daystripe mewed, gazing in the she-cat's beautiful green hues, they could actually go anywhere on the territory, because they couldn't just go and step on other clan's territories.

(Yay, writer's block strikes again xD)

(( How wonderful xD ))

"Going and seeing the sunset doesn't sound too bad," Spottedheart agreed, looking at how the sky was beginning to turn hues of red and yellow. She had always envied the beauty of the sky at that time, as it really was beautiful. Sure, the sky turned the color of fire, and...that wasn't always the best, but still, most cats had to admit it was pretty. Her green eyes seeming to light up as they reflected the sky, smiling now, looking at Daystripe.

As an apprentice, she had often snuck out of camp to watch the sunset. Even then, the self-conscious Spottedpaw had been comparing herself to more beautiful cats and leaders and medicine cats with their wisdom. She had always told herself that she would never be like them, and even now, she knew she had been right. She wasn't the prettiest in the clan, she knew that, and she wasn't very wise either, having endured her fair share of mishaps in the past. However, she was starting to be able to cope with that, smiling over at Daystripe again. She did have a mate after all, and quite a handsome one at that as well. "Where do you think is the best spot to watch it?" She asked, nuzzling her mate once again, a soft purr escaping her throats as she started to regain herself again.

[Gone]

(( How wonderful xD ))

"Going and seeing the sunset doesn't sound too bad," Spottedheart agreed, looking at how the sky was beginning to turn hues of red and yellow. She had always envied the beauty of the sky at that time, as it really was beautiful. Sure, the sky turned the color of fire, and...that wasn't always the best, but still, most cats had to admit it was pretty. Her green eyes seeming to light up as they reflected the sky, smiling now, looking at Daystripe.

As an apprentice, she had often snuck out of camp to watch the sunset. Even then, the self-conscious Spottedpaw had been comparing herself to more beautiful cats and leaders and medicine cats with their wisdom. She had always told herself that she would never be like them, and even now, she knew she had been right. She wasn't the prettiest in the clan, she knew that, and she wasn't very wise either, having endured her fair share of mishaps in the past. However, she was starting to be able to cope with that, smiling over at Daystripe again. She did have a mate after all, and quite a handsome one at that as well. "Where do you think is the best spot to watch it?" She asked, nuzzling her mate once again, a soft purr escaping her throats as she started to regain herself again.
"Well, we did do it a couple of times in the past and you seemed to like it, I even remember that cute smile you had on your face when we did, you were pressed against me and purring like crazy." Daystripe chuckled, it had actually been a pretty cute moment he had with the she-cat, but he would remember every bit of time he had with his mate, he would always remember the times he had with his mate, even dead, in StarClan, he would always remember what he did with his family and mate.

He knew the she-cat would probably think that she wasn't the prettiest in the clan, but to him, she was, she was his whole life and the prettiest she-cat he had met, maybe she wasn't the prettiest for some, but for him, she sure was, those breath-taking green eyes she had, he couldn't resist those, whenever she gazed at him, it felt as if they were piercing through his heart, in a good way though.

[Splash]

"Hey, pretty good!" Blazingcomet laughed after her announcement of her new nickname for him. Blazey was a nice name. He liked it. "So that makes me Blazeycomet now, right? The fiercest warrior in all the land! Cats run away from the dreaded Blazey!" His expression became playful as he took a few pawsteps towards her, half creeping and half moving quickly before he leapt, tail waving wildly behind him and hues flashing with excitement as he aimed for the silvery feline. Drizzleshard was a fun cat to hang around. He liked it. And he was enjoying his time with her even right now, just laughing and talking about nothing. All good things came to an end, but he would milk this until it was far beyond ended. He would keep their play going for as long as he could before they had to stop and talk about a serious matter. Blazingcomet wished that Gingerblossom were there at the moment, but he would have to make do without her - she had always been good at keeping a conversation positive. He could do that, though! No big deal. Yeah... no big deal.









The one thing Asterpaw wanted to do more then anything else at the moment was talk to Azulpaw. Just talk to him. About anything, really - well no, that was a lie. She wanted to talk about what had happened. Why he was with Alabasterpaw. Why she had gone with Bluepaw, why she wasn't talking to him, what was going on with everything around them... those topics in particular. But anything would do. Anything except for the reason she had gone to Bluepaw for. Azulpaw could never know that she had killed a cat. She had killed him. And she'd tried to stop the blood from coming, she could remember the way he had looked at her right before he died... those eyes would haunt her memory forever. Sparta. That had been his name, Sparta, but he was gone now and she was still living. Although perhaps she shouldn't be. In part Asterpaw wished she were dead.
　
Dead alongside that Dusk Syndicate cat where she would have been found and of course her friends would have mourned her... they would have been sad if she died... but at least she would feel like she had done something right. How was that supposed to fix things? Asterpaw didn't know. She was just confused at the moment, and lost, and worn out... worn down... more then anyone could know. Her hues flashed for a moment with worry before she sighed and put her head on her paws. So, in a shorter version of what she was thinking of, Asterpaw was depressed - partly bored - and wanted to talk to her friend. That was all. The sting in her ear was gone by now, and she was glad of that much... at least Bluepaw hadn't bitten her too hard. But the shock from the initial bite still wasn't gone. Why? Why had he felt like that was a good idea in the moment?
　
Sure, she had done things she regretted, but physical harm was not one of them. At all. The mention of physical harm brought Asterpaw's hues down to her leg. It was still scarred. Not to mention the rest of her body wasn't looking too good either... that cat had at least fought hard. Perhaps that was what was keeping her on the brink of sanity. Asterpaw had never had a reason to fight that hard before. Never had a reason to kill before. But she had been fighting for her life, and in that moment, as Buzzardstride had reminded her... it was her life or his. Should've been mine. I'm not a killer. I'm not a fighter. It's not who I am and I shouldn't have tried. Those thoughts didn't help her much, although they were meant to at first. She wasn't a killer. She wasn't a fighter. Those were the only two things that seemed to offer any consolation to the distressed Asterpaw.
　
If only she could just talk to him. But at the moment? Asterpaw couldn't even bring herself to look at him, and it was probably a good thing that she couldn't see him staring at her. Swallowing, she kept her eyes fixed on the ground and moved in that direction before turning her back on him once more. Perhaps... perhaps she could just... just ask for an explanation. That couldn't hurt, right? It was okay, right? If Bluepaw came back she would tell him what had happened. "I'm not supposed to talk to you." Pause. "And I don't know why I am right now." Pause. "Okay, maybe I do, but I have a good reason." A third pause, and this time she sighed and brought herself to look at him - just briefly, just so he could see that she was making an effort. Perhaps she should move away. The feline quickly did so, far enough away so that it didn't look like anything was happening.
　

"Why? Why are you with Alabasterpaw? Why isn't she trying to..."
[CENTER]Her voice trailed off, faltering for a moment before she continued. "Hurt you? Why are you so upset?" Why. Just why would have been a perfect question, but she wanted to talk. It felt good to talk. Asterpaw hoped that her questions would be answered, so she could sort her way out of this mystery that she seemed to have gotten herself into. But, everyone had played a part in it... Bluepaw. Silverpaw. Nightpaw. Foxpaw. Azulpaw. Alabasterpaw. All of those cats had contributed to her confusion, and she was sure she had contributed something to their lives. Perhaps not Silverpaw, she still wasn't sure what she thought of the little silver cat, and perhaps not Foxpaw, but the others she was confident about. But why? That was a question that she was currently asking now. Just like a kit, she was curious. And just like a kit, she wanted to know everything about her current world.
[CENTER]　
As Bluepaw moved away, Alabasterpaw stayed sitting. She thought for a moment about her past... and what she wanted her future to look like. The past was muddy. She understood that her once snow white pelt, and once completely clean record were both soiled now, but she could fix that. Wipe her slate clean. Clean her pelt. No one would ever know that she had done anything, and Alabasterpaw would once again be the number one flirt in the Clan. Well... if she did start over, perhaps she would change a few things. It was too bad she couldn't go back in time. She would have chosen Azulpaw to begin with. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened. Perhaps then she wouldn't have another sinister cat that she was pairing up with. For another, she wouldn't have hurt the grey tom. Jealousy did some crazy things to the mind, but this was crazy on a whole new level.
　
This was crazy times one hundred. And, Alabasterpaw was perfectly aware of it. For a third thing, she probably wouldn't have partnered up with Bluepaw. The piebald cat scared her, whether he was aware of it or not - but it didn't matter if he was aware of it. It would have been better if he didn't know. For her future? Bluepaw would stay with Asterpaw. She would stay with Azulpaw. They would have kits, and families of their own, and hopefully things would stay neutral between them. If she could, she could break her future mate apart by having him fight with Asterpaw more. That was why she wanted them to talk. Fighting always broke hearts... and, sometimes resulted in scars. Both physically and emotionally. They didn't need any more scars... well, Asterpaw could use some physical ones just so that she was no equal in beauty to Alabasterpaw, although the she cat was confident that wasn't the case at all.
　
[SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]That couldn't be why Bluepaw had chosen her! It just couldn't. Alabasterpaw glanced over to see her sister sitting closer then she had before. Was it her imagination, or... was Asterpaw talking? "Ooh, naughty naughty, girly." Her laugh came out high pitched and maniacal, although it wasn't loud enough for the two apprentices to hear.
Drizzleshard laughed again at Blazingcomet's- Blazeycomet's- statement. "And I'm Drizzybooshard, the fairest she-cat," she responded playfully, her tail twitching with a mind of its own. Her deep indigo eyes shone brightly as she laughed again, but it broke off as Blazingcomet's orange form leaped at her. The dappled silver feline stepped out of Blazingcomet's path, and spun around nimbly as he landed, letting out a kit-like mewl that ended as a playful squeal as she leaped at him, paws outstretched. It felt good to have someone to chat casually with, to play with without worrying about seeming kit-like. It was a good way to relive stress, something that she'd had way too much of since her mate, Oakstep, died. Blazingcomet seemed the only cat she'd really connected with since him.

Blazingcomet. He was so funny, so sweet, so playful. He reminded her so much of Oakstep, yet was so different at the same time. Drizzleshard was secretly hoping that he would take their relationship to the next level, though it was a bit early for that. They'd only known each other for a day, though it felt like a lifetime. The silver feline hoped that Blazingcomet felt the same way about her that she did about him, felt the same spark when he looked at her as she did when she looked at him. It would be logical that he didn't, since they barely knew each other, but Drizzleshard hoped he wanted to get to know her better. The dappled she-cat didn't know if love at first sight exsisted, but if it did, this was it.

[:blue:]

"Well, we did do it a couple of times in the past and you seemed to like it, I even remember that cute smile you had on your face when we did, you were pressed against me and purring like crazy." Daystripe chuckled, it had actually been a pretty cute moment he had with the she-cat, but he would remember every bit of time he had with his mate, he would always remember the times he had with his mate, even dead, in StarClan, he would always remember what he did with his family and mate.

He knew the she-cat would probably think that she wasn't the prettiest in the clan, but to him, she was, she was his whole life and the prettiest she-cat he had met, maybe she wasn't the prettiest for some, but for him, she sure was, those breath-taking green eyes she had, he couldn't resist those, whenever she gazed at him, it felt as if they were piercing through his heart, in a good way though.

Spottedheart laughed slightly as she remembered that event. She had been pretty happy then, she couldn't deny it, and she was pretty happy now as well. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if that happened all over again, since she was even more happy than she had been back then. Someday, she would love to show her kits that, and see how they reacted. Sure, they had seen the sky turn the reddish-orange it turns when the sun is setting, but she wanted to show them the beauty of watching the giant sun go down, as she hoped it would astound them as much as it had astounded her.

She was always observing her kits, yes, it was the love of a mother that made her want to keep them all safe. She was so Eager when they had opened their eyes, and slightly nervous when they had first wanted to venture out of the nursery. She had heard tales of hawks and eagles coming and taking kits away, and she didn't want that to happen to any of them. Thankfully, that didn't happen on that first day, and it hasn't happened since then either. Starting to slow down a bit as she saw the sun begin to appear, the giant reddish-yellow circle sinking into the ground. The first warriors of Startclan were starting to appear in the sky as well, making her start to smile a bit, slowing down a lot more now, only taking one paw step for a couple of seconds, starting to become mesmerized by the sunset.

[lone]

''Perhaps, I'm not better than Bluepaw--I'm so sorry!'' He yowled sarcastically from atop the tree. Here he was trying to avoid fighting with her, but it seemed like everything gotten worse between them. Would anything ever be better as it was those moons ago? He seriously couldn't figure out what went wrong. Or, why she decided to approach him in the first place. Azulpaw felt that it would had been better if she stayed away. And, now look where they stood. Azulpaw firmly stayed in the tree, as rigid as could be. He wondered how long she would stay down there. Or, did he have to say something else in order to run her off? The tom peered below, and all he wanted to was yell at her that he was just playing, he wanted to pin her, indulge in any game of play, but he knew he couldn't. He had an eerie feeling that someone was watching him from the shadows, so he didn't take his chances. The feline, quietly tightened his tail around the tree branch as he studied his eyes on Asterpaw.

She was just right there. Sitting there. Was she waiting? Perhaps his words had struck her. In a way, that made her hurt. That made her give up. Azulpaw took in a deep breath. He knew he was wrong for what he said. Pretty harsh, but that didn't stop him from taking the words back. Azulpaw would never take those words back. He was pretty hurt by what she said when it came to Bluepaw. Possibly, he shouldn't had been angry at that fact. Asterpaw was living by a promise that she bet on her soul to keep. Azulpaw would had done anything for her to break that promise. Upon her words, he froze, looking down with sad eyes as she begin to walk away. Already too late, he didn't dare say the words aloud. Why would he? That would only cause even more hurt, and confusion, and sadness. So, he allowed Asterpaw to walk away, going towards Bluepaw, who seemed to already be making his way back with a graceful smile.

They were...perfect for each other. Azulpaw tilted his head, sighing lightly. He finally got the chance to talk to her, and it ended that way. Now, she was going towards Bluepaw for comfort, and all Azulpaw could do was watch. He supposed that he could stop sulking and actually be happy for them. It was nothing wrong with that. Except for the fact that he didn't want to be happy for them. Azulpaw blinked his eyes, allowing them to move to another sight. From atop the tree, he could make out the birds. He remembered how he begged to be free like them as they flown. It was everything to him. Now, all he just wanted was to cuddle up with Silverpaw, and listen to her talk all day about her day. He rather hear her go on and on about this and that, or gush about here and there. The silver feline was always happy, always optimistic, always clueless about the real world around her. Azulpaw took a quick glance towards Asterpaw and Bluepaw. He begged--oh, how he begged Silverpaw would never experience or know about heartbreak. She was too innocent for such forms of vulnerability. Besides that, Azulpaw knew he would protect her from anything. Just like he would protect Asterpaw from everything.

''Kill me now.'' He groaned to himself as he delicately laid down in the tree. The last place he needed to be at the moment was up a tree. It brought unpleasant memories for him, yet they were always a form of comfort. He wasn't scared to climb trees much anymore. The only part he feared was the fall. The bashing. Ugh, the bashing. He could remember from the battle how much his head had hurt from what Alabasterpaw had done to him. Was he crazy for promising to love her? After she tried to kill him? Maybe it was the number she was putting on him, causing his brain cells to dissolve or break apart. Azulpaw didn’t know, nor did he want to find out. He was caught off guard when the white demon made her appearance. The tom rolled his eyes as he looked away from her, but his yellow hues calmly gazed back down on her as he flicked his tail. ‘’Always have to ruin my fun, don’t you, love?’’ He mused, slightly, and stayed longer in the tree. No one told Azulpaw what to do. So, instead of doing what she commanded right away, the tom simply enjoyed the view, taking one of his paws and giving it a tender lick. She was bound to get annoyed with his antics.

It wasn’t like she was going to hurt him, anymore. Besides that, he figured she wouldn’t find herself climbing a tree. Alabasterpaw was somewhat lazy to the eye. She didn’t like to do much work. Azulpaw found this humorous, so he stayed further up, looking down at her, and blowing off a soft sigh. ‘’I won’t hurt myself. Trust me. It would be a blessing if that happened.’’ He cooed down to her, making his voice sickly sweet. Wasn’t that what she wanted? For him to be sweet, controlled, and vulnerable. The tom shook his head. It was no use of playing around, so he swiftly made his way down every branch, almost losing his footing on one of them, before he dropped to the ground, managing a delicate fall. He growled to himself. ‘’Still need to work on my balance.’’ He shook his head lowly before padding slowly towards Alabasterpaw, making sure to brush his fur alongside hers before appearing on her other side. ‘’You wanted me, sweetheart?’’ He blinked his eyes, and at first didn’t show any expression on his face, but soon his signature annoying smirk was placed on his maw, and his eyes half-lidded. Whatever Alabasterpaw had to say must had been extremely important.

Bluepaw lazily made his way back over to his friends. His ears had flicked. He was still slightly disturbed that Alabasterpaw wanted Asterpaw and Azulpaw to still be friends. Wasn’t it the plan to keep them away from each other in the first place? At least, that’s what ha last remembered. The tom hopped over a couple rocks before he stopped for a moment. ‘’Alabasterpaw must be up to something…’’ He shook his head, but he didn’t have time to figure that out yet. He figured he would talk to her whenever they could be alone.

Additionally, he found it extremely hilarious that Alabasterpaw settled for Azulpaw. The piebald found it weird that she settled for something so...beaten up. He was truly a second choice when it came to the two of them. His attitude...his wounds...his personality was all a downer. A waste of space he truly was. Though this was only Bluepaw’s thoughts towards his old best friend. And, as time went on, and things were accustomed to, Bluepaw figured he would re-establish the burned bridges that he broke off with Azulpaw. All those moons ago when Bluepaw found the strength to pin his best friend down...Just for a she-cat. Those words penetrated him at first, and they scared him. That wasn’t the tom Bluepaw wanted to be.

He became it, however. He felt his feelings creating a whole; an empty one. Lost of everything it once had. Honestly, Bluepaw wanted to establish friendships, but instead he created more enemies. He was far into deep. Something he was afraid of being, and he solely had blamed Alabasterpaw for everything. At the moment, it wasn’t time to play the blame game. After all, Bluepaw had won. He got Asterpaw, and Azulpaw? Lost a great friend because at the moment, he could see Asterpaw. She looked sad, and this made him trot her way.

‘’Asterpaw, what’s wrong?’’ His voice was sincere as he stared at her. What could had happen while he was gone? ‘’Did Alabasterpaw say something to you?’’ Now that he thought about it, where was Alabasterpaw? She was a sneaky white demon that acted like a snake. Slithering around and looking for someone to seep venom into. His eyes calmed when he saw her socializing with Azulpaw. The sight made him sick as he watched the grey feline wrap himself around her. ‘’Did Azulpaw do something to you?’’ He leaned his head down to get a better look at the she cat.

Bluepaw honestly hated seeing others cry. He definitely didn’t want Asterpaw to cry. She was suppose to be happy. His happy angel that he would love and cherish forever. The tom knew he would hurt anything that spoiled her spirits. Gingerly, he stepped closer to her, trying to give her the well needed comfort that he felt she would need. Bluepaw tried to remain calm and collective, but everyone knew what would happen if someone hurt the feelings of his new love. If he lost Asterpaw, the tom would feel that he lost everything. Everything.

"Yes, I did want you, sweetheart. Thank you for being so obedient and coming down here right away. I really am happy you were so sweet, love." Partly she was speaking to bother him. Alabasterpaw was no fool - she knew that when she acted that way, no one liked it. Especially not him. She was frustrated that he had stayed up there just a little longer and hadn't come down right away. She nuzzled up against him, brushed herself all over him, and gave the side of his face a tender lick. It felt odd not to be angry with him, but hey! She was getting what she wanted. And she had taken what he wanted away. No more competition, no more lies, no more secrets. Just happiness and attention for her. As far as Azulpaw went... once he was no longer shiny and new and interesting, she would discard him as though he meant absolutely nothing to her.
　
Yes, even when in love Alabasterpaw still had ideas like that. "Now that you're here, my handsome love - let me ask you something." Alabasterpaw smiled, before bringing her maw up close to his ear. From a distance it might look sweet, but her mind was boiling with rage once more at being about to ask him why he'd been so nice to her beloved sister at the end of their conversation. Why did he care? What was his game? "Darling, why did you change your tune so near the end of your little argument? Apologizing to her - tsk tsk, sweetheart. Do you like the game she's playing with you? She's just playing a game. You know Asterpaw, everything's a game with her - and I'm afraid this time you're getting involved in something that you really shouldn't. Now here's my advice to you, darling... drop it. Drop her. Right here and now." Her voice became dead serious.
　

"Or, you could go chase after her. Tell her you're sorry. Make up with her so that she can reel you back in, lying, playing her game with you. And here I thought you were smart, Azulpaw. So prove it. Make up your mind whether you're okay for her to play with you... or whether you're ready to drop everything for good. I'll be here waiting either way, because I'll support you. And I'll take you no matter how weak and worthless you are."
It was as though he wasn't even there. She was speaking about him like he was an object. She would take him. She would support him. What was this game Alabasterpaw was playing? It was even more confusing then Asterpaw's. See, she really believed the words she had told him. That was the sick, twisted way of the feline. This was why it was hard to resist her. If she believed what she said? Everyone else would too.
　
It was near-to impossible to say something rude to Alabasterpaw and then get away with it. Everything Azulpaw had said to her? He was paying for it now. She'd found a way to get her revenge because apparently, physical abuse just wasn't enough anymore. But why? Why hadn't he broken, how had he found the strength to fight back in their last battle?... what had Asterpaw told him? The white feline wasn't sure. And she still hadn't gotten to explain things to Bluepaw. She still hadn't explained her plan to him, but nevermind. He would see. And once she twisted Azulpaw's mind around, perhaps there was a way to use him as well. To break himself and her. Until they were both nothing but shadows of what they had been. Obedient slaves, there to serve her and Bluepaw. It was funny to think that Azulpaw might actually act like an obedient cat for once to her.
　
So far things were not going according to plan... not as much as she had planned. But hey, these things took time! Love was a process. A process that Alabasterpaw was going to dominate, smash, and then fix for her own benefits... for good. Alabasterpaw was close to being a warrior. Just a little longer, and then Azulpaw would be her mate. Asterpaw would be Bluepaw's. And no more feelings would arise.
　
Azulpaw's hurtful words were still ringing in Asterpaw's head. Still playing back over and over again, bothering her, annoying her to the brink where she was almost ready to go and slap him down. Did it matter anymore? Did her feelings have any effect on the tom anymore? Did she... did Asterpaw care about him anymore? What a silly thought. Of course she didn't! She didn't have to! She wasn't supposed to care! She had to... pretend that she didn't. Hope that Bluepaw wouldn't pick up on the fact that she did, she really did. Although facts were facts, and she was honestly pretty sure that the piebald feline had picked up on that already. Maybe he knew. Maybe he didn't. Either way, it wasn't going to matter anymore. Was she with Azulpaw? No. She was with Bluepaw. And Azulpaw was with Alabasterpaw. A twisted circle indeed, with knots and miniature circles, and everything else confusing.
　
Asterpaw didn't know whether she felt safe or not. At Bluepaw's words, she shook her head. She would not cry. She was strong. She was stronger then she thought, or she never would have been able to get through all of this trauma. It was a lot. Of course, Asterpaw already knew Azulpaw was strong. A lot stronger then Bluepaw... perhaps not in the fighting arena, but outside of it, he definitely was. Much more then he thought. The confidence she had tried to instill in him had started seeping into herself over the past couple of moons. And now it was slowly beginning to leave. She was still strong. She still told herself that as often as she could. "I'm strong. I'm stronger then I look. I'm stronger then I feel. I'm strong." Over and over again Asterpaw muttered this under her breath, quietly enough for her to have been considered thinking, not even saying it.
　
Once she had the courage to speak, Asterpaw sighed and turned her grey-green hues on Bluepaw. "Alabasterpaw wasn't over there, I didn't -" Her voice was cut off as she saw the white feline and the grey one cuddling in the most disgusting manner. Fine. If that's how it was? Fine. There was nothing left for her to do. Her only source of comfort was Bluepaw at this point, although she wouldn't let go of what he had done. What she had witnessed. What she knew him to be capable of. What he had been - or was still - a part of. What he might never lose sight of either. She wouldn't let herself let go of that, but she was going to have to keep her speech and thoughts about it on the down-low. Who knew what that sneaky white devil was capable of... and what she might report back to Bluepaw? Or, what he was capable of himself? For all she knew they could read thoughts.
　
It was crazy. Unheard of. But Asterpaw was hurt, and scared, and lost, and in this state it was practically already implanted into her mind and now she was thinking of it again. "I didn't see her." Her voice quieted as she glanced over again, wondering how much of the conversation Alabasterpaw had heard. All of it? Some of it? Most of it? Who knew. It didn't matter anymore to Asterpaw, and she wished that Bluepaw would stop fussing over her as though she were a kit. But at the same time the attention and comfort felt good. It was needed. It was very much needed, and Bluepaw was the only cat willing to give it to her at the moment. His question made her hues snap and her body tense almost automatically. "Azulpaw never did anything to me. We just - had an argument, I was... I was asking about Alabasterpaw, and then talking about you, and it just escalated before I knew it and I'm sorry." Asterpaw mewed with a sigh.
　
She was sorry. Sorry that she had gotten herself into this. Sorry that there was nothing to be done about it. Perhaps it was more of self-pity then truly being sorry, but hey - at least there was some sliver of worry for her previous friend. Were she and Azulpaw still friends? Were they enemies? Were they just no longer in communication with each other? One thing was for certain, and this was the only thing Asterpaw knew now... there was no going back from the life she had chosen.



Drizzleshard laughed again at Blazingcomet's- Blazeycomet's- statement. "And I'm Drizzybooshard, the fairest she-cat," she responded playfully, her tail twitching with a mind of its own. Her deep indigo eyes shone brightly as she laughed again, but it broke off as Blazingcomet's orange form leaped at her. The dappled silver feline stepped out of Blazingcomet's path, and spun around nimbly as he landed, letting out a kit-like mewl that ended as a playful squeal as she leaped at him, paws outstretched. It felt good to have someone to chat casually with, to play with without worrying about seeming kit-like. It was a good way to relive stress, something that she'd had way too much of since her mate, Oakstep, died. Blazingcomet seemed the only cat she'd really connected with since him.

Blazingcomet. He was so funny, so sweet, so playful. He reminded her so much of Oakstep, yet was so different at the same time. Drizzleshard was secretly hoping that he would take their relationship to the next level, though it was a bit early for that. They'd only known each other for a day, though it felt like a lifetime. The silver feline hoped that Blazingcomet felt the same way about her that she did about him, felt the same spark when he looked at her as she did when she looked at him. It would be logical that he didn't, since they barely knew each other, but Drizzleshard hoped he wanted to get to know her better. The dappled she-cat didn't know if love at first sight exsisted, but if it did, this was it.
"All hail Drizzybooshard, the fairest of all the she cats in SkyClan!" Blazingcomet's hues twinkled playfully as he spoke, lowering his head in mock respect to the feline. This was fun. This was one of the best times he had had in a while. And Blazingcomet was enjoying it a lot more then he should. A lot more then was healthy... a lot more then the orange tom found to be professional. And yes, Blazingcomet considered himself to be professional at flirting! He'd been doing it for moons! Broken she cats' hearts before! There had only been a few times when Blazingcomet had been unsucessful. Those times? They were in the past. Drizzleshard was quite obviously the future here. And even if he was wrong again, which Blazingcomet was quite certain that he wasn't, things were going to be okay. The tom laughed as Drizzleshard leapt at him, which was followed by a yelp as he felt himself hit the ground. Not painfully, just somewhat embarassingly.
　
At least the only one there to witness it was her. The orange tom gently tried to push her off, his twisted paw somewhat more awkwardly then the other, but it worked out okay anyways. The paw didn't even bother him anymore. He could function normally... thanks to some determination and a helpful medicine cat. Stormlight had indeed been helpful. Too bad the feline was gone now, not that Blazingcomet had any ill thoughts towards Ebonyfrost. In all honesty, she seemed pretty nice! Certainly the type of cat that he would hang out with. The tom didn't mind at all. "So, beautiful - I'll see you here tomorrow night, right? I mean... will you let me take you out again, I guess is what I'm trying to ask." Blazingcomet held his breath. He was going to do this. She was going to say yes and the game would be up! So far, everything appeared to be going fine. Once he had her heart and he got bored of her? Game over... for their friendship and relationship.

[Gone]

Spottedheart laughed slightly as she remembered that event. She had been pretty happy then, she couldn't deny it, and she was pretty happy now as well. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if that happened all over again, since she was even more happy than she had been back then. Someday, she would love to show her kits that, and see how they reacted. Sure, they had seen the sky turn the reddish-orange it turns when the sun is setting, but she wanted to show them the beauty of watching the giant sun go down, as she hoped it would astound them as much as it had astounded her.

She was always observing her kits, yes, it was the love of a mother that made her want to keep them all safe. She was so Eager when they had opened their eyes, and slightly nervous when they had first wanted to venture out of the nursery. She had heard tales of hawks and eagles coming and taking kits away, and she didn't want that to happen to any of them. Thankfully, that didn't happen on that first day, and it hasn't happened since then either. Starting to slow down a bit as she saw the sun begin to appear, the giant reddish-yellow circle sinking into the ground. The first warriors of Startclan were starting to appear in the sky as well, making her start to smile a bit, slowing down a lot more now, only taking one paw step for a couple of seconds, starting to become mesmerized by the sunset.
Daystripe gazed at his mate, his smile growing a tad more,he was more than happy to hear her laugh, it was one of those moments you couldn't forget... Ever. Walking by her side, he honestly couldn't imagine being here without her, he used to watch the sunset by himself before meeting her and all that, but had quickly found out that it was a lot nicer to actually share a moment like this with someone, and this special individual was Spottedheart, who was now his mate.

Gazing at the sun as she slowed down, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess that'll be our spot, huh?" He asked with a slight laugh, his tail finally letting go of hers before he walked over to a spot where they could watch the sunset, his tail patting the ground beside him. "Come on now, we don't wanna miss it, do we?" He asked and smiled over at the pretty torotiseshell.

[:blue:]

Daystripe gazed at his mate, his smile growing a tad more,he was more than happy to hear her laugh, it was one of those moments you couldn't forget... Ever. Walking by her side, he honestly couldn't imagine being here without her, he used to watch the sunset by himself before meeting her and all that, but had quickly found out that it was a lot nicer to actually share a moment like this with someone, and this special individual was Spottedheart, who was now his mate.

Gazing at the sun as she slowed down, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess that'll be our spot, huh?" He asked with a slight laugh, his tail finally letting go of hers before he walked over to a spot where they could watch the sunset, his tail patting the ground beside him. "Come on now, we don't wanna miss it, do we?" He asked and smiled over at the pretty torotiseshell.

"I guess so," Spottedheart agreed, nodding, she was still smiling. When she heard him talk about missing the sunset, her smile became somewhat of a mischevious one. "Race you!" she said quickly, before dashing towards their spot, her tail streaming out behind her.

Yes, Spottedheart had always been a nervous kind of cat, but she had her mischievous side as well. She had raced the other apprentices whenever she could, and, while she worried about how other cats viewed her, she still liked to play pranks. She was a reasonable normal cat, with just a lot of anxiety thrown in to ruin certain parts of her. Still, like most cats, she liked to have a bit of competition when it came to small things, like who could catch the first piece of prey, or who could get to the top of a tree first. She wasn't too much of a sore loser, and she didn't like to rub it in to other cats that she had won as well. It was fun, and that was the most she could ask for, enjoying the wind blowing through her fur as she ran.

[Gone]

"I guess so," Spottedheart agreed, nodding, she was still smiling. When she heard him talk about missing the sunset, her smile became somewhat of a mischevious one. "Race you!" she said quickly, before dashing towards their spot, her tail streaming out behind her.

Yes, Spottedheart had always been a nervous kind of cat, but she had her mischievous side as well. She had raced the other apprentices whenever she could, and, while she worried about how other cats viewed her, she still liked to play pranks. She was a reasonable normal cat, with just a lot of anxiety thrown in to ruin certain parts of her. Still, like most cats, she liked to have a bit of competition when it came to small things, like who could catch the first piece of prey, or who could get to the top of a tree first. She wasn't too much of a sore loser, and she didn't like to rub it in to other cats that she had won as well. It was fun, and that was the most she could ask for, enjoying the wind blowing through her fur as she ran.
As she darted off, Daystripe's eyes opened wide and he immediatly started running after her, it had been a long time since they had played this sort of game, even when she was still his apprentice, they used to play games like that, because he wasn't putting too much authority on the she-cat, he hated controlling others honestly, he loved to have good relations with other cats and the same went for his apprentice, he would make her as happy as he could and he wasn't the kind to give orders, no, he helped her with her training when she was still his apprentice, a lot.

Catching up to the she-cat a tad, he wasn't quick enough to actually pass her, he was a good tail-length behind the tortoiseshell. "Spottedheart, we're there." He panted and slowly came to a halt, panting a tad, he never usually gave it his all when he was running, but for a race, he had no other choice but to do so, and one thing he lacked of was stamina, if he ran, he couldn't run for a super long distance, which was a pretty bad thing considering anything could happen.

[:blue:]

As she darted off, Daystripe's eyes opened wide and he immediatly started running after her, it had been a long time since they had played this sort of game, even when she was still his apprentice, they used to play games like that, because he wasn't putting too much authority on the she-cat, he hated controlling others honestly, he loved to have good relations with other cats and the same went for his apprentice, he would make her as happy as he could and he wasn't the kind to give orders, no, he helped her with her training when she was still his apprentice, a lot.

Catching up to the she-cat a tad, he wasn't quick enough to actually pass her, he was a good tail-length behind the tortoiseshell. "Spottedheart, we're there." He panted and slowly came to a halt, panting a tad, he never usually gave it his all when he was running, but for a race, he had no other choice but to do so, and one thing he lacked of was stamina, if he ran, he couldn't run for a super long distance, which was a pretty bad thing considering anything could happen.

Spottedheart smiled warmly, taking deep breaths in and out. She was slightly tired, sure, but there was nothing she could help with then. She was now feeling happier, well, happier wasn't the right word, she was now feeling hyper. Yes, she was also feeling happy, but she was bouncing around as well. She wasn't going to tease her mate about losing, since she knew she had caught him off-guard. She wasn't that kind of cat, since she hated to hurt other cats' feelings as well, as she just felt horrible then. Looking over at the sunset, she said "Just in time, too" having noticed that the sun seemed to be sinking fast.

She had always wondered where the sun went after the day was over. Sure, she knew why the stars were in the sky, since she was very firm in her belief in Starclan. Yet, she didn't think that an idea had been offered, or anyone had been told of where the sun went. Maybe she was thinking stupid ideas, as she knew she had a tendency to do that from time to time, but she still had to wonder. Sitting down, she looking over at Daystripe, smiling, wrapping her tail around her paws as she sat there, hoping that the auburn tom would join her.

[Gone]

Spottedheart smiled warmly, taking deep breaths in and out. She was slightly tired, sure, but there was nothing she could help with then. She was now feeling happier, well, happier wasn't the right word, she was now feeling hyper. Yes, she was also feeling happy, but she was bouncing around as well. She wasn't going to tease her mate about losing, since she knew she had caught him off-guard. She wasn't that kind of cat, since she hated to hurt other cats' feelings as well, as she just felt horrible then. Looking over at the sunset, she said "Just in time, too" having noticed that the sun seemed to be sinking fast.

She had always wondered where the sun went after the day was over. Sure, she knew why the stars were in the sky, since she was very firm in her belief in Starclan. Yet, she didn't think that an idea had been offered, or anyone had been told of where the sun went. Maybe she was thinking stupid ideas, as she knew she had a tendency to do that from time to time, but she still had to wonder. Sitting down, she looking over at Daystripe, smiling, wrapping her tail around her paws as she sat there, hoping that the auburn tom would join her.
Daystripe gazed at the she-cat as she sat and quickly joined her side, panting, he was definitively tired after a run like that, well... Not tired, but out of energy, he pressed close to her and licked her cheek a tad before turning his gaze towards the setting sun, a smile appearing on his maw, the view was honestly astonishing, he couldn't get over it, every time he watched a sunset, it was almost as if it was the first time he had seen one. "The only thing that is prettier than this is you, Spottedheart." He mewed and winked at the she-cat before intertwining their tails and smiling.

[:blue:]

Daystripe gazed at the she-cat as she sat and quickly joined her side, panting, he was definitively tired after a run like that, well... Not tired, but out of energy, he pressed close to her and licked her cheek a tad before turning his gaze towards the setting sun, a smile appearing on his maw, the view was honestly astonishing, he couldn't get over it, every time he watched a sunset, it was almost as if it was the first time he had seen one. "The only thing that is prettier than this is you, Spottedheart." He mewed and winked at the she-cat before intertwining their tails and smiling.

Spottedheart tried not to giggle as she heard Daystripe panting, though she knew part of that had been her fault as well. Pushing away any urges to do anything that may have hurt Daystripe's feelings, she found her pelt growing hot. "T-Thank you," she stammered softly, despite not believing the tom. She stared into the sunset, almost leaning forward in the process, before she realized what she was doing and flinched back.

Honestly, though, she was mesmerized by the sunset. The bright yellows and oranges made her more amazed than she had been for awhile, though, honestly, with a mate like Daystripe, she couldn't really rival the sunset. She found herself leaning against Daystripe a slight bit, her head against his shoulder. Once she relized what she was doing, she stiffened, her eyes widening a slight bit. She stayed where she was, however, since she was somewhat comfortable, giving Daystripe's face an affectionate lick, a soft purr escaping her throat.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Mousejump felt torn between letting Ebonyfrost keep her secret, and pushing to learn the secret. She wanted to be apart of her kits' life, but how could she do that while the knowledge that something was bothering her kit was haunting her own mind? ``I can help you,`` Mousejump murmured softly, fighting just as hard as Ebonyfrost to keep her temper at bay.

She lifted her head to look straight at Ebonyfrost, her gaze welcoming. ``I want to help you,`` Mousejump meowed. She wouldn't judge her daughter for something she couldn't control, loving her just the same, but sadly, Ebonyfrost didn't seem to understand. ``If you'll just let me...`` Soon, if her daughter kept on being stubborn, Mousejump would surely lose her head. She was genuinely a very blunt feline, and pretending to be calm and collected like she was now was challenging. She would surely burst.


Ebonyfrost swallowed thickly, forcing down her throat the sharp and burning feeling of wanting to snap, to lash out for no reason.
Ridiculous, of course. Why would she do such a thing? There was no reason to, but Mousejump was pressing her for something that she could never find the words to share, let alone the courage.
And here were her thoughts again. Terrible things. By keeping her secret, she insured that nobody saw her as lesser or weaker, and here she was, telling herself that she hadn't the courage to speak out about it.

"There's nothing to let you do, Mousejump." She mewed, voice colder and darker than she had intended it to be. She was watching too carefully her temper to have noticed the change in her spoken words before they left her lips.
"And even if there was, what makes you think that you could help with it?" She nearly flinched at the words even as she spoke them. Words that she had spoken through a veil of needless anger that hid her better self away.
"You're just you."

[AbsurdJinx]

Ebonyfrost swallowed thickly, forcing down her throat the sharp and burning feeling of wanting to snap, to lash out for no reason.
Ridiculous, of course. Why would she do such a thing? There was no reason to, but Mousejump was pressing her for something that she could never find the words to share, let alone the courage.
And here were her thoughts again. Terrible things. By keeping her secret, she insured that nobody saw her as lesser or weaker, and here she was, telling herself that she hadn't the courage to speak out about it.

"There's nothing to let you do, Mousejump." She mewed, voice colder and darker than she had intended it to be. She was watching too carefully her temper to have noticed the change in her spoken words before they left her lips.
"And even if there was, what makes you think that you could help with it?" She nearly flinched at the words even as she spoke them. Words that she had spoken through a veil of needless anger that hid her better self away.
"You're just you."

Mousejump flinched back, as though Ebonyfrost had just dealt her a physical blow. She adopted a scowl, a low rumble forming from the base of her throat. She quickly recovered, improving her posture and standing as tall as possible as if to claim her dominance. However, being a naturally small warrior, she wasn't as tall as she hoped she could get. Her fur bristled, and she bared her teeth in a snarl. Kin or not, Ebonyfrost had just released Mousejump's temper.

Sure, Ebonyfrost's claim of `you're just you` had hurt. But Mousejump didn't want to deal with the pain, pushing it back and replacing it with anger. She was aware that her daughter also had a temper, but all Mousejump had been trying to do was help - why should Ebonyfrost be mad? This both confused and irritated the older feline, who decided to retaliate with hostility. Mousejump had her moments where she was a wise warrior who could decently suggest advice to those who sought it. But other times, she could be a hot-headed and irresponsible molly.

Now was one of those times where her temper controlled her. Though it hadn't occurred to her just yet, Mousejump would later realize she could ruin her relationship with her daughter in this moment. ``Well, excuse me for looking out for my daughter. And y'know, maybe I have some experience in the area you're struggling in! But you'd know, right? I mean, I am just me, aren't I? You must be able to read me so easily!`` Her tone was cold, and laced with sarcasm in certain parts of her statement. Her eyes were narrowed, and her tail lashed behind her.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Mousejump flinched back, as though Ebonyfrost had just dealt her a physical blow. She adopted a scowl, a low rumble forming from the base of her throat. She quickly recovered, improving her posture and standing as tall as possible as if to claim her dominance. However, being a naturally small warrior, she wasn't as tall as she hoped she could get. Her fur bristled, and she bared her teeth in a snarl. Kin or not, Ebonyfrost had just released Mousejump's temper.

Sure, Ebonyfrost's claim of `you're just you` had hurt. But Mousejump didn't want to deal with the pain, pushing it back and replacing it with anger. She was aware that her daughter also had a temper, but all Mousejump had been trying to do was help - why should Ebonyfrost be mad? This both confused and irritated the older feline, who decided to retaliate with hostility. Mousejump had her moments where she was a wise warrior who could decently suggest advice to those who sought it. But other times, she could be a hot-headed and irresponsible molly.

Now was one of those times where her temper controlled her. Though it hadn't occurred to her just yet, Mousejump would later realize she could ruin her relationship with her daughter in this moment. ``Well, excuse me for looking out for my daughter. And y'know, maybe I have some experience in the area you're struggling in! But you'd know, right? I mean, I am just me, aren't I? You must be able to read me so easily!`` Her tone was cold, and laced with sarcasm in certain parts of her statement. Her eyes were narrowed, and her tail lashed behind her.


*You must be able to read me so easily!*
The words stung Ebonyfrost more than she had thought that they would, and she felt the hard set of a growl trying to force its way up her throat. The tuxedo swallowed the harsh sound, cutting it off as fast as she could and inhaling slowly through her teeth, trying to calm herself as her eyes stung with the shattered glass of repressed tears.
An insult would have been better than that. Anything would have been better than the bitter words that her mother had expressed. Any sentiment or second thoughts that had been brought by her mother's first words had shriveled and died, burying themselves into her cold temper, making it thicker than it had previously been with the weight of her refusal.

She opened her mouth, trying to retort, trying to seem strong, independent, fierce. Trying to make her mother see that this was not something that could be helped by her, and that it was something that she could never tell. But no words came to her, and the only sound that escaped her dull and cold being was a muffled choking sound, nearly a scoff in sound and weight, but wholly not intended to be so.

Ebonyfrost closed her mouth again, breathing harder as she felt he heart pounding beneath her flesh. She was angry, and scared. Terrified that her mother would discover her secret, or that she already had. Terrified that these were things that she hated, and saddened by the words that her mother had spoken.
*You must be able to read me so easily!*
She clenched her teeth, flinching at the sound that those words made, bouncing about her head. Ebonyfrost looked away, turning he head to the side and closing her eyes for a moment. Her temper was beginning to control her, having gripped her tightly in its vice, waiting for her to succumb to it. Her anger was bringing her near tears.

"What would you know about it?" She hissed, voice ice-laced and dark, still looking away, staring intently with frost blue eyes at the ground.
"What makes you think that you know me at all anymore?"

[Gone]

Spottedheart tried not to giggle as she heard Daystripe panting, though she knew part of that had been her fault as well. Pushing away any urges to do anything that may have hurt Daystripe's feelings, she found her pelt growing hot. "T-Thank you," she stammered softly, despite not believing the tom. She stared into the sunset, almost leaning forward in the process, before she realized what she was doing and flinched back.

Honestly, though, she was mesmerized by the sunset. The bright yellows and oranges made her more amazed than she had been for awhile, though, honestly, with a mate like Daystripe, she couldn't really rival the sunset. She found herself leaning against Daystripe a slight bit, her head against his shoulder. Once she relized what she was doing, she stiffened, her eyes widening a slight bit. She stayed where she was, however, since she was somewhat comfortable, giving Daystripe's face an affectionate lick, a soft purr escaping her throat.
Daystripe smiled as she thanked him.
"No need to do so, Spottedheart, I'm your mate, you already that you are the prettiest." He purred and chuckled a tad a he saw her leaning forward towards the sun, he then kissed her cheek as she leaned against him, he didn't mind it at all actually, they were closer this way, a loud purr rumbling down his throat as she licked his face, he quickly returned the gesture and licked her face lovingly, he wasn't mesmerized by the sunset, no, he was mesmerized by her, and her only, her beautiful fur, those eyes... Everything about her was amazing.

[:blue:]

Daystripe smiled as she thanked him.
"No need to do so, Spottedheart, I'm your mate, you already that you are the prettiest." He purred and chuckled a tad a he saw her leaning forward towards the sun, he then kissed her cheek as she leaned against him, he didn't mind it at all actually, they were closer this way, a loud purr rumbling down his throat as she licked his face, he quickly returned the gesture and licked her face lovingly, he wasn't mesmerized by the sunset, no, he was mesmerized by her, and her only, her beautiful fur, those eyes... Everything about her was amazing.

Spottedheart smiled, her fur turning hot for a moment, before it cooled down a bit. Her smile remained on her face however, as it wouldn't be allowed to fade. She noticed Daystripe watching her, but she said nothing, as she didn't want to be called out for staring at him, so she wouldn't call him out for staring at her. She found herself, once again, staring at the sinking sun, until it was nothing more than a sliver in the distance. Even then, she found herself looking at the Warriors of Starclan, her eyes wide with excitement. She had always liked looking at the sunset, and the stars that came out afterward, as it just made her happy.

(( Sorry for the short post, my battery's going to die soon :3 ))

[AbsurdJinx]

*You must be able to read me so easily!*
The words stung Ebonyfrost more than she had thought that they would, and she felt the hard set of a growl trying to force its way up her throat. The tuxedo swallowed the harsh sound, cutting it off as fast as she could and inhaling slowly through her teeth, trying to calm herself as her eyes stung with the shattered glass of repressed tears.
An insult would have been better than that. Anything would have been better than the bitter words that her mother had expressed. Any sentiment or second thoughts that had been brought by her mother's first words had shriveled and died, burying themselves into her cold temper, making it thicker than it had previously been with the weight of her refusal.

She opened her mouth, trying to retort, trying to seem strong, independent, fierce. Trying to make her mother see that this was not something that could be helped by her, and that it was something that she could never tell. But no words came to her, and the only sound that escaped her dull and cold being was a muffled choking sound, nearly a scoff in sound and weight, but wholly not intended to be so.

Ebonyfrost closed her mouth again, breathing harder as she felt he heart pounding beneath her flesh. She was angry, and scared. Terrified that her mother would discover her secret, or that she already had. Terrified that these were things that she hated, and saddened by the words that her mother had spoken.
*You must be able to read me so easily!*
She clenched her teeth, flinching at the sound that those words made, bouncing about her head. Ebonyfrost looked away, turning he head to the side and closing her eyes for a moment. Her temper was beginning to control her, having gripped her tightly in its vice, waiting for her to succumb to it. Her anger was bringing her near tears.

"What would you know about it?" She hissed, voice ice-laced and dark, still looking away, staring intently with frost blue eyes at the ground.
"What makes you think that you know me at all anymore?"

Something in Mousejump's statement had clearly made an impact, but what? The way Ebonyfrost reacted raised some red flags, but Mousejump understood that she'd have to pinpoint the exact cause of her daughter's outburst before judging the younger feline's reaction. She'd have to answer in a way that referred back to her earlier comments.

Mousejump observed the way Ebonyfrost avoided her gaze, but her voice gave away her angry manner towards the argument. Mousejump had always wondered what color her own kits' eyes were, but had never gathered the courage to so much as ask. She, like Ebonyfrost, was afraid of others discovering her deepest, darkest secret, due to the fear of being looked at as weak. Mousejump was colorblind, and her kits had no idea. But had they asked? is what she always tells herself when she begins to feel guilty.

Mousejump did not have the ability to cage her temper for as long as Ebonyfrost. Later, when her anger drifted away, she would secretly - and reluctantly - admire her daughter's capability to keep her temper at bay. Eyes flaring furiously, Mousejump growled softly. What would you know about it? What makes you think you know me at all anymore? These words hurt, but of course, during an argument as intense as the one currently taking place, hurt was not to be taken into consideration. At least, not in the moment. Afterwards, when words were delivered and actions had been done, then Mousejump would face the hurt. However, she wouldn't face the hurt, either. She'd bottle up the pain and take it to her grave.

Well, excuse me for looking out for my daughter. Why should Ebonyfrost find fault in this claim? And actually, where would the younger she-cat find fault? Perhaps Ebonyfrost just wanted to feel independent, and felt irritated in her mother's attempted interference? But that wouldn't spark such a reaction.

And y'know, maybe I have some experience in the area you're struggling in! Could Ebonyfrost's reaction be fueled by fear? Fear that Mousejump was getting closer and closer to learning her secret? She'd have to pursue this possibility.

But you'd know, right? I mean, I am just me, aren't I? No, definitely not a comment that was strong enough to spark Ebonyfrost's reaction.

You must be able to read me so easily! Thinking about it, Mousejump realized this comment could've offended Ebonyfrost. With this sentence laced into her previous one, her daughter must've been angry that Mousejump believed she didn't know her own mother. Was Ebonyfrost hiding guilt behind anger?

``I raised you, that's what makes me think I know you - I will always know you. And how would you know if I knew anything about your issue?`` Mousejump had successfully brought up both her suspicions in her comment. By claiming she knew her daughter, she was mentioning her previous statement on experience. And by doubting Ebonyfrost on her knowledge on Mousejump, she brought up the retort on being able to read her so easily. Now, she'd simply have to thoroughly observe her daughter's response.

[Gone]

Spottedheart smiled, her fur turning hot for a moment, before it cooled down a bit. Her smile remained on her face however, as it wouldn't be allowed to fade. She noticed Daystripe watching her, but she said nothing, as she didn't want to be called out for staring at him, so she wouldn't call him out for staring at her. She found herself, once again, staring at the sinking sun, until it was nothing more than a sliver in the distance. Even then, she found herself looking at the Warriors of Starclan, her eyes wide with excitement. She had always liked looking at the sunset, and the stars that came out afterward, as it just made her happy.

(( Sorry for the short post, my battery's going to die soon :3 ))
Daystripe chuckled as he felt her pelt heat up even more, it was pretty funny he had to admit, after all, it wasn't as if he absolutely wanted to make her blush and all that, he was only telling the truth, he pressed his nose into her soft fur and licked it for a bit, purring loudly, he noticed that she saw him staring at her, but after all, she had been staring at him earlier, so if she called him out, he would probably use this as some sort of defense, but he didn't really see the need to, so who even cared? He then looked back at the sun, his tail wrapped around her and holding her close to him. "I remember a lot by simply watching the sunset with you..." He purred.

[:blue:]

Daystripe chuckled as he felt her pelt heat up even more, it was pretty funny he had to admit, after all, it wasn't as if he absolutely wanted to make her blush and all that, he was only telling the truth, he pressed his nose into her soft fur and licked it for a bit, purring loudly, he noticed that she saw him staring at her, but after all, she had been staring at him earlier, so if she called him out, he would probably use this as some sort of defense, but he didn't really see the need to, so who even cared? He then looked back at the sun, his tail wrapped around her and holding her close to him. "I remember a lot by simply watching the sunset with you..." He purred.

Spottedheart was silent the whole time, her eyes still shining, even though the sun had pretty much set. She was just so mesmerized, she didn't really know why she was, she just...was! Her green eyes had found their own way to be entranced, keeping her from moving them, as she sat there. Once she heard Daystripe, however, she blinked. "What do you mean?" she asked, tilting her head to the right slightly, curious, though she was still smiling.

[Gone]

Spottedheart was silent the whole time, her eyes still shining, even though the sun had pretty much set. She was just so mesmerized, she didn't really know why she was, she just...was! Her green eyes had found their own way to be entranced, keeping her from moving them, as she sat there. Once she heard Daystripe, however, she blinked. "What do you mean?" she asked, tilting her head to the right slightly, curious, though she was still smiling.
Daystripe looked at her as she asked her question. "I remember a lot of moments I had with you simply by gazing at the sunset, because in all honesty, you definitively brightened up my life, without you I was just a normal tom... You know, then I became a mentor, but then, when everything started, I became happier than ever, and all of this because of you." He mewed and licked her face. "You are the one who changed my life, Spottedheart..." He whispered and made her look at him before pressing his muzzle against hers.

[:blue:]

Daystripe looked at her as she asked her question. "I remember a lot of moments I had with you simply by gazing at the sunset, because in all honesty, you definitively brightened up my life, without you I was just a normal tom... You know, then I became a mentor, but then, when everything started, I became happier than ever, and all of this because of you." He mewed and licked her face. "You are the one who changed my life, Spottedheart..." He whispered and made her look at him before pressing his muzzle against hers.


Spottedheart listened to him quietly, before she smiled, her green eyes still lit up. "You changed my life as well," she murmured, nuzzling her mate. The sun was almost gone from the sky now, the dark velvet sky sprinkled with stars now. "I can't imagine a life without you," she confessed, before she shakily stood up, "Maybe we should head back now," she murmured, not exactly wanting to, but knowing that the kits would be antsy since they were gone. That didn't keep her from staying as close as possible to the Tom, since she was so small, she could easily stay close to Daystripe's head without anything else happening. Waiting to see how he reacted now, hoping that she hadn't hurt him in any mental way by moving away.

[Gone]

Spottedheart listened to him quietly, before she smiled, her green eyes still lit up. "You changed my life as well," she murmured, nuzzling her mate. The sun was almost gone from the sky now, the dark velvet sky sprinkled with stars now. "I can't imagine a life without you," she confessed, before she shakily stood up, "Maybe we should head back now," she murmured, not exactly wanting to, but knowing that the kits would be antsy since they were gone. That didn't keep her from staying as close as possible to the Tom, since she was so small, she could easily stay close to Daystripe's head without anything else happening. Waiting to see how he reacted now, hoping that she hadn't hurt him in any mental way by moving away.
Daystripe smiled at the she-cat as she nuzzled him, his tail still going around her back, he honestly didn't want to go back right now, but he would do it if she wanted to go back, he gazed at the stars for a bit, the warriors that were watching over them before he spoke. "I call to my ancestors to look over and protect my family from anything that will be thrown at us..." He mewed softly and got up, licking his mate's cheek before he gave a nod. "After you, my pretty." He purred and winked at the tortoiseshell.

[Teza]

Sparrowpaw forced a smile onto her face, not wanting to hurt the young toms feelings. She had really needed that. It was nice of him to go out of his way to help her. "Sure." she replied, her smile became a bit more genuine after that word. She closed her eyes for a second, letting her happiness swallow all her feelings like anger, annoyance, but mostly make her feel less frightened. She opened her eyes again. "Is there a certain place you'd like to go?" her smile became more and more genuine after each word was said. Finally after her last and finale word in that statement, her smile was no longer fake. "Lets go." she purred, her smile becoming playful after a moment of being pure happiness.

Quailpaw nodded and padded outside the clearing, his head held high. "Not really, I just wanted to get out of camp. Sometimes I just feel trapped in there," he said with a smile. The tom knew some cats who didn't want to leave camp at all. That was fine with him, though he preferred being out in the territory, defending the clan against anything that may pose a threat. "So do you do anything other than lay around and wait for Sunpaw to mentally abuse you?" he asked, not thinking this time.

[Cosmo]

Quailpaw nodded and padded outside the clearing, his head held high. "Not really, I just wanted to get out of camp. Sometimes I just feel trapped in there," he said with a smile. The tom knew some cats who didn't want to leave camp at all. That was fine with him, though he preferred being out in the territory, defending the clan against anything that may pose a threat. "So do you do anything other than lay around and wait for Sunpaw to mentally abuse you?" he asked, not thinking this time.

Sparrowpaw backed up a bit. She hadn't expected him to go from being really nice, to not really caring what he said. Sparrowpaw flattened her ears and didn't say anything. Why would he ask her something like this? Just a second ago he had been really caring and making her feel better. But now he was acting as though she was just a cat who couldn't defend herself. Of course she did other things! It would be stupid if she didn't!

[:blue:]

Daystripe smiled at the she-cat as she nuzzled him, his tail still going around her back, he honestly didn't want to go back right now, but he would do it if she wanted to go back, he gazed at the stars for a bit, the warriors that were watching over them before he spoke. "I call to my ancestors to look over and protect my family from anything that will be thrown at us..." He mewed softly and got up, licking his mate's cheek before he gave a nod. "After you, my pretty." He purred and winked at the tortoiseshell.

Spottedheart nodded, smiling as she heard Daystripe's prayer-like statement. A purr escaped her throat, and while she was sad to leave this beautiful view, she was happy to get back to her entire family once again. She found her pelt turning hot as Daystripe spoke to her again, but she nodded, walking slowly so the Tom could catch up. She tried her best to remember where they were currently, since she would want to come back here at some point. Her green eyes were still glistening as she walked through the territory, almost stopping as she waited for Daystripe.

[Gone]

Spottedheart nodded, smiling as she heard Daystripe's prayer-like statement. A purr escaped her throat, and while she was sad to leave this beautiful view, she was happy to get back to her entire family once again. She found her pelt turning hot as Daystripe spoke to her again, but she nodded, walking slowly so the Tom could catch up. She tried her best to remember where they were currently, since she would want to come back here at some point. Her green eyes were still glistening as she walked through the territory, almost stopping as she waited for Daystripe.
Daystripe smiled and quickly enough followed after the tortoiseshell, his steps were light, barely audible, he gazed at her, his green hues meeting hers, this was honestly pretty nice, he wished they could have more time alone like this in the future, when their kits would be asleep, maybe during moonhigh, who knew. Pressing his side against hers as they walked, the tom immediatly intertwned their tails before giving his mate a loving lick on the cheek.

[wickedvirtues]

The tom looked around, his jaws biting down on a dead rodent as he walked through the terrritory, burying the rodent and then springing at a tree, sinking his claws into the soft bark and pulling himself onto a branch. Pebbleheart smiled as he gazed at the territory of SkyClan. He relaxed, his claws sinking into the branch as he flicked his tail and let it dangle from the tree.

[Brilliance]

"Yes, I did want you, sweetheart. Thank you for being so obedient and coming down here right away. I really am happy you were so sweet, love." Partly she was speaking to bother him. Alabasterpaw was no fool - she knew that when she acted that way, no one liked it. Especially not him. She was frustrated that he had stayed up there just a little longer and hadn't come down right away. She nuzzled up against him, brushed herself all over him, and gave the side of his face a tender lick. It felt odd not to be angry with him, but hey! She was getting what she wanted. And she had taken what he wanted away. No more competition, no more lies, no more secrets. Just happiness and attention for her. As far as Azulpaw went... once he was no longer shiny and new and interesting, she would discard him as though he meant absolutely nothing to her.
　
Yes, even when in love Alabasterpaw still had ideas like that. "Now that you're here, my handsome love - let me ask you something." Alabasterpaw smiled, before bringing her maw up close to his ear. From a distance it might look sweet, but her mind was boiling with rage once more at being about to ask him why he'd been so nice to her beloved sister at the end of their conversation. Why did he care? What was his game? "Darling, why did you change your tune so near the end of your little argument? Apologizing to her - tsk tsk, sweetheart. Do you like the game she's playing with you? She's just playing a game. You know Asterpaw, everything's a game with her - and I'm afraid this time you're getting involved in something that you really shouldn't. Now here's my advice to you, darling... drop it. Drop her. Right here and now." Her voice became dead serious.
　

"Or, you could go chase after her. Tell her you're sorry. Make up with her so that she can reel you back in, lying, playing her game with you. And here I thought you were smart, Azulpaw. So prove it. Make up your mind whether you're okay for her to play with you... or whether you're ready to drop everything for good. I'll be here waiting either way, because I'll support you. And I'll take you no matter how weak and worthless you are."
It was as though he wasn't even there. She was speaking about him like he was an object. She would take him. She would support him. What was this game Alabasterpaw was playing? It was even more confusing then Asterpaw's. See, she really believed the words she had told him. That was the sick, twisted way of the feline. This was why it was hard to resist her. If she believed what she said? Everyone else would too.
[CENTER]　
It was near-to impossible to say something rude to Alabasterpaw and then get away with it. Everything Azulpaw had said to her? He was paying for it now. She'd found a way to get her revenge because apparently, physical abuse just wasn't enough anymore. But why? Why hadn't he broken, how had he found the strength to fight back in their last battle?... what had Asterpaw told him? The white feline wasn't sure. And she still hadn't gotten to explain things to Bluepaw. She still hadn't explained her plan to him, but nevermind. He would see. And once she twisted Azulpaw's mind around, perhaps there was a way to use him as well. To break himself and her. Until they were both nothing but shadows of what they had been. Obedient slaves, there to serve her and Bluepaw. It was funny to think that Azulpaw might actually act like an obedient cat for once to her.
　
So far things were not going according to plan... not as much as she had planned. But hey, these things took time! Love was a process. A process that Alabasterpaw was going to dominate, smash, and then fix for her own benefits... for good. Alabasterpaw was close to being a warrior. Just a little longer, and then Azulpaw would be her mate. Asterpaw would be Bluepaw's. And no more feelings would arise.
　
Azulpaw's hurtful words were still ringing in Asterpaw's head. Still playing back over and over again, bothering her, annoying her to the brink where she was almost ready to go and slap him down. Did it matter anymore? Did her feelings have any effect on the tom anymore? Did she... did Asterpaw care about him anymore? What a silly thought. Of course she didn't! She didn't have to! She wasn't supposed to care! She had to... pretend that she didn't. Hope that Bluepaw wouldn't pick up on the fact that she did, she really did. Although facts were facts, and she was honestly pretty sure that the piebald feline had picked up on that already. Maybe he knew. Maybe he didn't. Either way, it wasn't going to matter anymore. Was she with Azulpaw? No. She was with Bluepaw. And Azulpaw was with Alabasterpaw. A twisted circle indeed, with knots and miniature circles, and everything else confusing.
　
Asterpaw didn't know whether she felt safe or not. At Bluepaw's words, she shook her head. She would not cry. She was strong. She was stronger then she thought, or she never would have been able to get through all of this trauma. It was a lot. Of course, Asterpaw already knew Azulpaw was strong. A lot stronger then Bluepaw... perhaps not in the fighting arena, but outside of it, he definitely was. Much more then he thought. The confidence she had tried to instill in him had started seeping into herself over the past couple of moons. And now it was slowly beginning to leave. She was still strong. She still told herself that as often as she could. "I'm strong. I'm stronger then I look. I'm stronger then I feel. I'm strong." Over and over again Asterpaw muttered this under her breath, quietly enough for her to have been considered thinking, not even saying it.
　
Once she had the courage to speak, Asterpaw sighed and turned her grey-green hues on Bluepaw. "Alabasterpaw wasn't over there, I didn't -" Her voice was cut off as she saw the white feline and the grey one cuddling in the most disgusting manner. Fine. If that's how it was? Fine. There was nothing left for her to do. Her only source of comfort was Bluepaw at this point, although she wouldn't let go of what he had done. What she had witnessed. What she knew him to be capable of. What he had been - or was still - a part of. What he might never lose sight of either. She wouldn't let herself let go of that, but she was going to have to keep her speech and thoughts about it on the down-low. Who knew what that sneaky white devil was capable of... and what she might report back to Bluepaw? Or, what he was capable of himself? For all she knew they could read thoughts.
　
It was crazy. Unheard of. But Asterpaw was hurt, and scared, and lost, and in this state it was practically already implanted into her mind and now she was thinking of it again. "I didn't see her." Her voice quieted as she glanced over again, wondering how much of the conversation Alabasterpaw had heard. All of it? Some of it? Most of it? Who knew. It didn't matter anymore to Asterpaw, and she wished that Bluepaw would stop fussing over her as though she were a kit. But at the same time the attention and comfort felt good. It was needed. It was very much needed, and Bluepaw was the only cat willing to give it to her at the moment. His question made her hues snap and her body tense almost automatically. "Azulpaw never did anything to me. We just - had an argument, I was... I was asking about Alabasterpaw, and then talking about you, and it just escalated before I knew it and I'm sorry." Asterpaw mewed with a sigh.
　
She was sorry. Sorry that she had gotten herself into this. Sorry that there was nothing to be done about it. Perhaps it was more of self-pity then truly being sorry, but hey - at least there was some sliver of worry for her previous friend. Were she and Azulpaw still friends? Were they enemies? Were they just no longer in communication with each other? One thing was for certain, and this was the only thing Asterpaw knew now... there was no going back from the life she had chosen.





Azulpaw wanted to laugh, but suppressed it as he didn't want to set Alabasterpaw mad. He could tell that he had quite annoyed her with such the emphasis that he was being a good boy. Obedient? Whenever was Azulpaw obedient? ''Thank you,'' he purred, standing much taller than he did. ''I feel so loved.'' He soaked in her affections, returning them slightly. It was his job to return them, knowing she was such a touchy one. Not that he minded much. Azulpaw liked certain affections. From friendly nuzzle, to the fast heart-beating purrs. His voice had the edge of sarcasm, but other than that? He maintained a steady tone as he was sinking into the life of what his future was making out to be.

Handsome love? Azulpaw tilted his head slightly, staring attentively at Alabasterpaw. What was she up to this time? They just got together, and she was such a needy cat. Clingy, touchy, any of the synonyms that followed along. He certainly didn't know her game, or what part he played in it. He tried to remain sincere--but this was Alabasterpaw. The tricky feline that wanted him dead. Many, many times before. He was guarded around her, and he was crazy enough to cave into her desires. Now, thinking back on it, he regretted even stepping out. All he wanted was time for himself. No one to bother him. Well, he wouldn't had mind the company of Asterpaw or Silverpaw, but the others? He just wanted to sun himself, empty his thoughts, and possibly a nap. Alabasterpaw had ruined his mood. Yet, he could not decipher why he fell so easily into her.

Feeding onto his vulnerability, honestly. Knowing he was quite hurt that he seen Asterpaw cuddling into his old best friend. What was with that? When had everything started to change? Flipped into another reality? The tom remained strong because at this point, everything had already happened. He remained indifferent towards it, keeping his I don't care attitude with a smug expression. Azulpaw flicked his ears, narrowing his eyes slightly. ''Why were you even listening to our conversation?''

No privacy, much? He turned away for a second. Maybe, that wasn't the best way to approach the situation. Yet, he couldn't help it. She was eavesdropping on a conversation that weren't meant for her. It was a one time thing. Asterpaw approached him--when he truly didn't want her company anymore. She had upset him. Yet, she never gave him a reason why. ''Tsk tsk, sweetheart--it didn't involve you.'' He glared at her suddenly, his yellow hues glowing like little suns. At her next sentences, he looked away once more, and was ready to walk away. But, he couldn't. Something about the game Asterpaw was playing. Azulpaw's expression went from challenging to one of submission as he thought about what the white demon had said. Some way, she was telling the truth. Azulpaw took a quick glance towards Bluepaw and Asterpaw, and quickly turned his head back to Alabasterpaw. He gave a hint of a smile. ''She is playful,'' He flicked his tail. ''I wouldn't be surprised if this was all a game to her.'' He stated, almost sadly as he looked down at his paws for a moment.

Azulpaw continued to listen to Alabasterpaw, each word sinking deeply into him. It didn't sound right, yet it was perfect. The great way to describe it. Everything was a game to her. And, when she didn't win it, she would leave. Perhaps, she would drop him. Would he get a sign when it came to such? Azulpaw felt that he already received a sign when she got very defensive over Bluepaw.

Bluepaw.

His ex-best friend.

The tom who wanted him for dead.

She protected, got mad at him for joking around about a tom she was clearly with and who clearly wanted him for dead. The scarred apprentice been through so much. Losing his best friend, going through multiple sorts of pain, losing another good friend, and now this? It was obvious that he didn't have just physical scars any longer. Now, there were emotional scarring as well. Slowly, it would be mental scars--which he wanted to protect his mind. His mind was all that he got, and hadn't fell into the dark abyss yet. Then, the tom lifted his yellow hues to look at Alabasterpaw.

Drop it.
Drop her.

''...It's not that easy.'' Was his simple words. ''I can't just drop her. I do care about her. And, I'm not dropping anyone until they had dropped me first.'' He turned away. All he wanted to do was curl up in a ball, hiding his scarred body. The tom hate that he felt such insecurity when walking through the clearing, and the whispers about his claw wounds, or the many other cuts around his body. It gave him a dangerous look. Therefore a dangerous reputation. Why? What apprentice would still be living when going through bloody battles--physical pain?

On the other hand, upon her next words, Azulpaw flipped his head quickly towards her, almost letting out a small hiss, but managed to hold it in. Though it was not completely directed at her. Just the memories of everything they've been through, and the thought of it being only a game? It made him angry. He felt that they had a connection, something special to forever cherish, but soon he would be a warrior. And, he knew he didn't have to deal with any of them if he didn't want to. It wasn't easy dropping the ones he cared about, but once they dropped him first? What more could he do?

''Why not? Playing is fun. I'll play with her until she's ready to drop me.'' Like you...Alabasterpaw wasn't perfect herself. Azulpaw knew all about her reputation, and he doubt they would last long anyway. Even if it was most likely she would be his first mate. First is the keyword. Azulpaw preferred seconds more than anything at this point. ''Such strong words, love.'' He purred, finding her humorous. It was good to laugh. Not like a maniac. Or, darkly, but that's what he was doing. ''But, you have to admit. Sister like sister, eh? I suppose once she's ready to drop me, she learned from the best, haven't she?'' He twirled himself around her, nuzzling and purring. Obviously, he took note of her insults towards him, yet she had a terrific skill of making them sound like compliments. Azulpaw knew he would have to keep his ears alert when it came to her. When it was Alabasterpaw? She would make anything possible.

What did I miss? Bluepaw's eyes traveled across the territory until they landed on the other two felines. The grey one. The white one. Cuddling together. ''Are you sad about them being together?'' He was thrilled that they were together. His feelings for the white demon were still present, albeit very invisible. Only the slighest bit, but he knew in a flash he would bring Azulpaw down if he dared hurt any of the felines. See, Bluepaw knew about Alabasterpaw's cowardly skill. She wasn't even successful at killing Azulpaw when she had the chance. And, if it was one thing Bluepaw hated...was a cat who didn't complete a job. He would had done it himself, but everything worked out in is favor.

Truthfully...he got the girl, he had the other one, and Azulpaw was hurting more than the grey tom let on. Yup, he had everything he desired. He couldn't speak for everyone else, because everyone else didn't matter. All that mattered was his happiness. And, so far he was definitely happy. Though, his expression stayed straight. He didn't want to appear happy when clearly Asterpaw looked sad. Maybe, going on this walk was a bad idea... His blue eyes stayed locked on the scene in front of them. Watching the grey feline with a murderous stare, before he snapped them away, making them appear mellow as he stared at Asterpaw in the most endearing manner.

Upon her next words, his gaze sharpened to the slightest. With his ears flicking, he wondered why she was even having a conversation at all with the grey feline. Did she forget their compromise? Probably so... he didn't know what to say about it. He did hear Alabasterpaw's ideas. Maybe it would work. He didn't know, but if it meant hurting Asterpaw's feelings? It would give him a good--no, a great reason to gang upon Azulpaw. So, did Asterpaw's feelings matter to him? Only a tad bit. She was a gateway to get to the tom he despised like no other.

''Why were you even talking-'' No, that was not how he should approach this matter. Maybe, it was good that they had argued. Arguing when it came to them--was a good thing. It would destroy their friendship in itself, and Alabasterpaw and himself could watch from the sidelines as the action unfold. The tom quickly gave the side of her face a nuzzle, before offering an innocent smile. ''No need to be sorry. It's not your fault that it had happened that way. We all know Azulpaw could be a jerk,'' The tom chuckled, rolling his eyes. ''You should forgive him though! You know he didn't mean it, he's just angry because I won. He's mad because a tom finally have you--and it's not him.'' Bluepaw spoke. That was true. At least to him, but he figured that their relationship would continue to crumble each time they were friends. At this point, Bluepaw found the plan to appealing. Very, very appealing. With each heartbreak, each falling out, Bluepaw would be there to pick her up, and unknowingly give Azulpaw more scars than the tom needed.

Bluepaw was no fool. He knew that Asterpaw cared much about the tom. After all, if she didn't, wouldn't she be glowing instead of glooming after their little argument? With this plan in his mind, he felt that he won it all. Their relationship would continue to fall. Asterpaw would truly stop caring, and have no reason to protect him whatsoever. Bluepaw would be able to land a few critical scars that would surely kill.

Yes. That day would be the day to celebrate.

[The Cannibal]

Neverfalter had been gazing around at the home he was leaving so intently, trying to burn it into his memory, that he hadn't noticed the question his leader asked until he said: "are you really willing?" This struck him like a bolt of fire. He had worked up so much courage to finally break free from clan life and even then his leader still doubted his resolve...
Neverfalter let his head droop and his tail dragged listlessly along the forest floor. What had he expected really? The three-legged tom was never known to be very strong willed and it wasn't his leader's fault. But it still stung to hear that after what he had gone through to get to this point his leader chose to guilt trip him! No... that wasn't true and he knew it, but deep down it still hurt.
So, he pushed down the tiny spark of frustration and guilt and cleared his throat.
" Grousestar... I understand why who don't want to lose a warrior, but I just can't stay here. I've made my choice and it would be more cowardly than ever for me to turn back now. I'm sorry. I'll never forget you and the clan, and I wish that peace finds Skyclan."
[/B]He then sighed and looked up at the cloudy sky. "I wonder if Starclan will abandon me?" He whispered to himself.
Silence seemed to fall between the two as Grousestar questioned if the tom was truly willing to leave everything he knew behind to start a new life as a loner and the leader felt that perhaps he did hurt the toms feelings, but at the moment, he just wanted to make sure that this tom truly knew what he was doing. That he knew the gravity of the situation and how permanent of a choice this truly was. His emerald gaze stared forward into the territory as they made their way closer and closer to the border.
Swiveling his ears as he finally heard the tom speak up, he didn't turn his head to look at him. Exhaling slowly through his nose, Grousestar nodded his head and said nothing more to Neverfalter. It seems that his mind truly is made. His gaze flickered to the ground for a moment before he glanced over as the warrior made the inquiry about Starclan.
"I..."
Sighing quietly, the tom looked forward again.
"I cannot speak for our warrior ancestors, nor can I predict whether they'll abandon you or not. But I believe they'll continue to watch over you,
even if you are no longer a warrior. You will never be truly alone, for you were a good warrior with a true heart, they have no reason to abandon you."
The border is now approaching, the forest thinning as they reach the edge of Skyclans territory. Slowly reaching the border, the leader would stop and look to Neverfalter with a faint, sad smile. "I wish you luck Neverfalter and it was a pleasure having you as a warrior for my clan."

[RedHead]

Birds chattered above in the canopy as a certain golden cat slunk through the territory. Having spent the past 2 moons living just outside of Skyclan's new territory, he couldn't help himself, and wanted to see how his old clan had settled. He planned on just sneaking to the camp and climbing a tree to peer into it, if this new cano was anything like their old one. He was following the strongest and most fresh cat scents, hoping one would lead him to where Skyclan now called their camp. Pausing in his detach to take a quick lap from the nearby stream, Lemon's ears perked up as the chatter above became louder. After a moment it quieted down a bit, but it we still loud and noticeable. The thought that was constantly on Lemon's mind was who Grousestar had chosen as his new deputy. Lemon hoped it was a young and faithful cat, one that would listen and learn from Grousestar, who was a senior warrior and experienced in all ways. Even in his short time as leader, Lemon had learned a lot from Grouseflurry, as he had been called then. And the brown tabby had also helped Lemon make many decisions for the clan.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh, clean air, Lemon continued to creep through the territory. He has waded in a stream to hide his scent, and his fur had dried quickly in the hot green-leaf sun, although with how thick his pelt was, it was still damp. His fur wasn't too long, but it was thick. Casting his sharp golden gaze around, Lemon sniffed the air again, switching from the scent he was following to a new one. This one smelled fresher and newer, and it seemed to be leading in a straight direction, as if the cat had purpose and knew where they were going. Lemon just hoped this one led to the camp. And he hoped he didn't run into any of his old clanmates along the way.
Empress Of Evil

[Teza]

Sparrowpaw backed up a bit. She hadn't expected him to go from being really nice, to not really caring what he said. Sparrowpaw flattened her ears and didn't say anything. Why would he ask her something like this? Just a second ago he had been really caring and making her feel better. But now he was acting as though she was just a cat who couldn't defend herself. Of course she did other things! It would be stupid if she didn't!

The tom slightly pinned his ears at her reaction, then realized what he had said. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that..." he said, glancing back at her. "What do you like to do?" he asked, trying to slightly change the subject. Maybe she wouldn't notice? His tail swished in anticipation again, hoping she would forgive his slip-up.

[Empress Of Evil]

Birds chattered above in the canopy as a certain golden cat slunk through the territory. Having spent the past 2 moons living just outside of Skyclan's new territory, he couldn't help himself, and wanted to see how his old clan had settled. He planned on just sneaking to the camp and climbing a tree to peer into it, if this new cano was anything like their old one. He was following the strongest and most fresh cat scents, hoping one would lead him to where Skyclan now called their camp. Pausing in his detach to take a quick lap from the nearby stream, Lemon's ears perked up as the chatter above became louder. After a moment it quieted down a bit, but it we still loud and noticeable. The thought that was constantly on Lemon's mind was who Grousestar had chosen as his new deputy. Lemon hoped it was a young and faithful cat, one that would listen and learn from Grousestar, who was a senior warrior and experienced in all ways. Even in his short time as leader, Lemon had learned a lot from Grouseflurry, as he had been called then. And the brown tabby had also helped Lemon make many decisions for the clan.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh, clean air, Lemon continued to creep through the territory. He has waded in a stream to hide his scent, and his fur had dried quickly in the hot green-leaf sun, although with how thick his pelt was, it was still damp. His fur wasn't too long, but it was thick. Casting his sharp golden gaze around, Lemon sniffed the air again, switching from the scent he was following to a new one. This one smelled fresher and newer, and it seemed to be leading in a straight direction, as if the cat had purpose and knew where they were going. Lemon just hoped this one led to the camp. And he hoped he didn't run into any of his old clanmates along the way.
Empress Of Evil


With each new noise that was made, her ears swivelled around attentively and her icy blue gaze would narrow as her head turned in the direction of the noise. Her paws made no sound against the forest floor as she padded through the territory, taking in every detail with her eyes and ears. Midday was approaching and the sun was rising higher and higher with each passing minute. Auroraflame was out in the territory, patrolling the forest by herself. Although she had been out here many times before, she had never really had the chance to slow down and notice every little thing about SkyClan’s territory. Now that she was alone and relaxed, she could do what she wanted to do without having to worry about her clan mates. She had already organised patrols and now she had a few hours of free time before she returned to camp.

The scent of nature’s gifts filled her nostrils as she slowed down and breathed in the air. Nothing calmed her down better than the air of the territory. Somehow, it was different. It calmed her down and made her feel at peace. Everything was fine, there was nothing peculiar going on and there were no strange scents. Auroraflame continued to stroll through the territory, her gaze calm although her claws unsheathed in case something were to unexpectedly attack her. The deputy was always prepared for the worst. No matter where she was, she was always going to be ready for something to attack her. Some might say she’s a bit paranoid. She’s not, she’s just extra careful. That’s Auroraflame for you, organised and cautious.

The ebony feline was about to sit down next to a small stream when suddenly a gust of wind flew past and an unfamiliar scent hit her. It was strange. It didn’t smell like a usual cat scent, it smelt like something mixed with water from a stream. Her eyes widened and her teeth clenched. Narrowing her icy blue orbs, she whipped around and started heading in the direction of the scent. A low growl rumbled from the back of her throat as she padded briskly through the trees. Hopefully it wasn’t another Syndicate cat. She was absolutely sick of seeing them. She had had too many encounters and problems with them in the past few moons and now she was willing to do whatever she had to to avoid seeing one. Honestly, Auroraflame could be quite scary when she was hostile. She was normally the friendly face around camp that everyone liked to talk to, but when she was guarded and about to face trouble, she wasn’t very nice. Her darker side was harsh and she hated having to bring it out. But she would if it meant defending her clan. She just needed to know who she was defending it against. A badger? A fox? A dog? Or a cat? She was going to find out soon, as she could smell the scent becoming stronger and stronger.

Finally, the scent became strong enough for her to tell that she was right next to the enemy, whoever it was. Ducking behind a thick bush, she peered through the leaves and searched for the source of the scent. Her eyes widened curiously as she saw it was a cat. Strangely enough, the inky deputy felt like she knew them. Not wanting to waste another second, she jumped out in front of the cat. The expression on her face was stone cold and unfriendly and her gaze didn’t waver as she stared calmly at the cat. "Who are you and what are you doing on SkyClan territory?” Auroraflame asked, her voice was firm and the authority was clear in it. As she spoke the words, the deputy couldn’t push down the nagging feeling that she knew this cat. She scanned him over and over again until finally, something clicked and an eye raised in realisation. She knew who he was. Most of the cats in SkyClan did.
"L-Lemonstar?”

[Cosmo]

The tom slightly pinned his ears at her reaction, then realized what he had said. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that..." he said, glancing back at her. "What do you like to do?" he asked, trying to slightly change the subject. Maybe she wouldn't notice? His tail swished in anticipation again, hoping she would forgive his slip-up.


He changed the topic. Sparrowpaw didn't really care, he wouldn't ask her those annoying and rude questions. It seemed as though he was truly sorry anyway. "Hunt, mostly." Sparrowpaw said the first thing that she thought of, her mind was still pondering his changing the subject, and rude question.

[lone]

Azulpaw wanted to laugh, but suppressed it as he didn't want to set Alabasterpaw mad. He could tell that he had quite annoyed her with such the emphasis that he was being a good boy. Obedient? Whenever was Azulpaw obedient? ''Thank you,'' he purred, standing much taller than he did. ''I feel so loved.'' He soaked in her affections, returning them slightly. It was his job to return them, knowing she was such a touchy one. Not that he minded much. Azulpaw liked certain affections. From friendly nuzzle, to the fast heart-beating purrs. His voice had the edge of sarcasm, but other than that? He maintained a steady tone as he was sinking into the life of what his future was making out to be.

Handsome love? Azulpaw tilted his head slightly, staring attentively at Alabasterpaw. What was she up to this time? They just got together, and she was such a needy cat. Clingy, touchy, any of the synonyms that followed along. He certainly didn't know her game, or what part he played in it. He tried to remain sincere--but this was Alabasterpaw. The tricky feline that wanted him dead. Many, many times before. He was guarded around her, and he was crazy enough to cave into her desires. Now, thinking back on it, he regretted even stepping out. All he wanted was time for himself. No one to bother him. Well, he wouldn't had mind the company of Asterpaw or Silverpaw, but the others? He just wanted to sun himself, empty his thoughts, and possibly a nap. Alabasterpaw had ruined his mood. Yet, he could not decipher why he fell so easily into her.

Feeding onto his vulnerability, honestly. Knowing he was quite hurt that he seen Asterpaw cuddling into his old best friend. What was with that? When had everything started to change? Flipped into another reality? The tom remained strong because at this point, everything had already happened. He remained indifferent towards it, keeping his I don't care attitude with a smug expression. Azulpaw flicked his ears, narrowing his eyes slightly. ''Why were you even listening to our conversation?''

No privacy, much? He turned away for a second. Maybe, that wasn't the best way to approach the situation. Yet, he couldn't help it. She was eavesdropping on a conversation that weren't meant for her. It was a one time thing. Asterpaw approached him--when he truly didn't want her company anymore. She had upset him. Yet, she never gave him a reason why. ''Tsk tsk, sweetheart--it didn't involve you.'' He glared at her suddenly, his yellow hues glowing like little suns. At her next sentences, he looked away once more, and was ready to walk away. But, he couldn't. Something about the game Asterpaw was playing. Azulpaw's expression went from challenging to one of submission as he thought about what the white demon had said. Some way, she was telling the truth. Azulpaw took a quick glance towards Bluepaw and Asterpaw, and quickly turned his head back to Alabasterpaw. He gave a hint of a smile. ''She is playful,'' He flicked his tail. ''I wouldn't be surprised if this was all a game to her.'' He stated, almost sadly as he looked down at his paws for a moment.

Azulpaw continued to listen to Alabasterpaw, each word sinking deeply into him. It didn't sound right, yet it was perfect. The great way to describe it. Everything was a game to her. And, when she didn't win it, she would leave. Perhaps, she would drop him. Would he get a sign when it came to such? Azulpaw felt that he already received a sign when she got very defensive over Bluepaw.

Bluepaw.

His ex-best friend.

The tom who wanted him for dead.

She protected, got mad at him for joking around about a tom she was clearly with and who clearly wanted him for dead. The scarred apprentice been through so much. Losing his best friend, going through multiple sorts of pain, losing another good friend, and now this? It was obvious that he didn't have just physical scars any longer. Now, there were emotional scarring as well. Slowly, it would be mental scars--which he wanted to protect his mind. His mind was all that he got, and hadn't fell into the dark abyss yet. Then, the tom lifted his yellow hues to look at Alabasterpaw.

Drop it.
Drop her.

''...It's not that easy.'' Was his simple words. ''I can't just drop her. I do care about her. And, I'm not dropping anyone until they had dropped me first.'' He turned away. All he wanted to do was curl up in a ball, hiding his scarred body. The tom hate that he felt such insecurity when walking through the clearing, and the whispers about his claw wounds, or the many other cuts around his body. It gave him a dangerous look. Therefore a dangerous reputation. Why? What apprentice would still be living when going through bloody battles--physical pain?

On the other hand, upon her next words, Azulpaw flipped his head quickly towards her, almost letting out a small hiss, but managed to hold it in. Though it was not completely directed at her. Just the memories of everything they've been through, and the thought of it being only a game? It made him angry. He felt that they had a connection, something special to forever cherish, but soon he would be a warrior. And, he knew he didn't have to deal with any of them if he didn't want to. It wasn't easy dropping the ones he cared about, but once they dropped him first? What more could he do?

''Why not? Playing is fun. I'll play with her until she's ready to drop me.'' Like you...Alabasterpaw wasn't perfect herself. Azulpaw knew all about her reputation, and he doubt they would last long anyway. Even if it was most likely she would be his first mate. First is the keyword. Azulpaw preferred seconds more than anything at this point. ''Such strong words, love.'' He purred, finding her humorous. It was good to laugh. Not like a maniac. Or, darkly, but that's what he was doing. ''But, you have to admit. Sister like sister, eh? I suppose once she's ready to drop me, she learned from the best, haven't she?'' He twirled himself around her, nuzzling and purring. Obviously, he took note of her insults towards him, yet she had a terrific skill of making them sound like compliments. Azulpaw knew he would have to keep his ears alert when it came to her. When it was Alabasterpaw? She would make anything possible.

What did I miss? Bluepaw's eyes traveled across the territory until they landed on the other two felines. The grey one. The white one. Cuddling together. ''Are you sad about them being together?'' He was thrilled that they were together. His feelings for the white demon were still present, albeit very invisible. Only the slighest bit, but he knew in a flash he would bring Azulpaw down if he dared hurt any of the felines. See, Bluepaw knew about Alabasterpaw's cowardly skill. She wasn't even successful at killing Azulpaw when she had the chance. And, if it was one thing Bluepaw hated...was a cat who didn't complete a job. He would had done it himself, but everything worked out in is favor.

Truthfully...he got the girl, he had the other one, and Azulpaw was hurting more than the grey tom let on. Yup, he had everything he desired. He couldn't speak for everyone else, because everyone else didn't matter. All that mattered was his happiness. And, so far he was definitely happy. Though, his expression stayed straight. He didn't want to appear happy when clearly Asterpaw looked sad. Maybe, going on this walk was a bad idea... His blue eyes stayed locked on the scene in front of them. Watching the grey feline with a murderous stare, before he snapped them away, making them appear mellow as he stared at Asterpaw in the most endearing manner.

Upon her next words, his gaze sharpened to the slightest. With his ears flicking, he wondered why she was even having a conversation at all with the grey feline. Did she forget their compromise? Probably so... he didn't know what to say about it. He did hear Alabasterpaw's ideas. Maybe it would work. He didn't know, but if it meant hurting Asterpaw's feelings? It would give him a good--no, a great reason to gang upon Azulpaw. So, did Asterpaw's feelings matter to him? Only a tad bit. She was a gateway to get to the tom he despised like no other.

''Why were you even talking-'' No, that was not how he should approach this matter. Maybe, it was good that they had argued. Arguing when it came to them--was a good thing. It would destroy their friendship in itself, and Alabasterpaw and himself could watch from the sidelines as the action unfold. The tom quickly gave the side of her face a nuzzle, before offering an innocent smile. ''No need to be sorry. It's not your fault that it had happened that way. We all know Azulpaw could be a jerk,'' The tom chuckled, rolling his eyes. ''You should forgive him though! You know he didn't mean it, he's just angry because I won. He's mad because a tom finally have you--and it's not him.'' Bluepaw spoke. That was true. At least to him, but he figured that their relationship would continue to crumble each time they were friends. At this point, Bluepaw found the plan to appealing. Very, very appealing. With each heartbreak, each falling out, Bluepaw would be there to pick her up, and unknowingly give Azulpaw more scars than the tom needed.

Bluepaw was no fool. He knew that Asterpaw cared much about the tom. After all, if she didn't, wouldn't she be glowing instead of glooming after their little argument? With this plan in his mind, he felt that he won it all. Their relationship would continue to fall. Asterpaw would truly stop caring, and have no reason to protect him whatsoever. Bluepaw would be able to land a few critical scars that would surely kill.


Yes. That day would be the day to celebrate.
"Oh please, love. You and your little ex-friend's conversations are my business. If they weren't, then why do you think I would be listening? You belong to me now. I have everything to worry about, too... you know, because I'm afraid she'll snatch you away again, darling." This was a lie. However could Asterpaw 'snatch away' a cat that Alabasterpaw quite clearly had under her spell now? Asterpaw didn't have that charm, and she was glad that Azulpaw didn't even seem tempted by the blue feline anymore. Good. He did belong to her. Even though his attitude and challenging nature were still intact... too bad there was nothing she could do about that. She probably could have beaten the fight out of him, but he had had enough physical abuse for a while. And besides, she wouldn't want her potential future mate to be scared of her, now would she?
　
No. That wouldn't do at all. Because eventually, he would stop caring about her - and Alabasterpaw couldn't have that. After all, if she were to lose what she had been working towards so hard and for so long, then what reason would she have to live? It sounded drastic. But hey, that was Alabasterpaw. Dramatic and she resorted to drastic measures quite often. She wasn't the greatest of cats to have as a friend... but that was alright, because Alabasterpaw never minded what others said about her. Truthfully the only thing she cared about was herself. And... unfortunately for Azulpaw, he was now roped into her and her narcisstic views. See, Alabasterpaw hadn't truly cared about anyone in the past few moons. Not since she had gone to be a loner had she cared for Asterpaw or Bluepaw, and as for Azulpaw... well... the feline might think she "loved" him but she didn't.
　
She would never love anyone. Because Alabasterpaw's heart had been damaged. And her mind was too twisted for her to love anyone... and her cold, shriveled, damaged heart couldn't find it to do so. And, unfortunately, she had torn him away from Asterpaw and Bluepaw had torn her sister away from Azulpaw. Now all that was left to do was rip their tiny little minds to shreds... and she was hoping Bluepaw would pick up on the memo. Otherwise she would have to explain it to the piebald tom and she honestly preferred keeping company with the grey one for the moment being. Once their relationship was established, and his place in it was found, and she trusted him... sure, he could be friends with her. That was, if their relationship wasn't so broken that it could never be fixed. It was her ultimate goal, and Alabasterpaw wasn't sure if she was going to be able to make it at all.
　
Especially after hearing what he had to say. "Oh, but hasn't she already? I mean... how many times is she going to have to hurt you before you're willing to quit on her? I believe you've already dropped her, too... otherwise, darling, you would be figuring her whole situation out instead of here with me. Not that I'm complaining - merely pointing out facts. Facts are important, wouldn't you agree, Azulpaw?" Her purr was annoying, but light and soft at the same time. It was something that toms would die to hear - or to have directed at them - yet he didn't seem to be as phased by it as Alabasterpaw would have liked. She was a pretty cat! And yet, Azulpaw acted as though she were like anyone else. She had soft, soft fur. And... when she wasn't choking him... her paws were soft. Gentle. Delicate, even. Yet there was a killer just beneath her soft and pretty exterior.
　
Constantly lurking there. Perhaps, she thought, he was scared to bring that out. "You flatter me, love. Such a sweet boy, aren't you? Lucky, lucky me." Alabasterpaw appreciated his attention, and she soaked it in like a plant soaking up the rays of the sun. Storing it. Keeping it. But, unlike a plant, Alabasterpaw could never get enough attention. Trees could get overheated or overwatered, but Alabasterpaw? She would never have enough of this sweet, sweet affection. And, she did have to admit - he was very good at giving it to her. He wasn't too thrifty with it, giving it to her as though she were the only thing that mattered now. Which Alabasterpaw could appreciate. Now, if that were true... that would make her truly happy. Or so she believed. But again, the feline would never be happy and she would never be satisfied. It just wasn't in her nature for either.
　
Asterpaw was hurt watching the two of them. Why was Azulpaw giving her all that attention? As though she were a fair princess, delicate and gentle and perfect? It wasn't even like he had said anything against Alabasterpaw, which meant it must be for real. Or had she misinterperated one of his harsh statements? Azulpaw's words were still playing in her head. And she was done. Completely done. All she had wanted to do was play with him, but it had escalated too quickly and... and she had been wrong. That much was obvious. Poor Asterpaw, trying so hard towards something that was never going to happen. Azulpaw couldn't be her friend. No matter how hard she tried. He just wasn't the type of cat that she could hang out with in that manner, because no matter what she did, it seemed they ended up having some kind of a fight. Yep, every time they had met.
　
Well, every time they had met and had a real conversation, that was. Sure, there had been 'hi, how are you' and boring small-talk conversations like that, but as far as truly hanging out went, it seemed that they always ended up fighting. Why was that? Was it because they both cared? Was it because they were playing and misinterperted statements went a long ways towards arguments? Either way, Asterpaw wished she could apologize. Just say that she was sorry and they could catch up from where they left off. But Asterpaw knew that Bluepaw and Alabasterpaw would never allow that to happen. Someone was going to get hurt. Too bad it was never her sister. It was never the piebald tom. It was always Azulpaw... and she'd come pretty close a few times. Why couldn't Alabasterpaw have died as a loner? It was a harsh thought, but one that Asterpaw couldn't stop herself from having.
　
Perhaps these problems wouldn't exist then. Maybe Bluepaw would go back to being a nice cat. The old Bluepaw wouldn't have nipped her like that. What had that been about, anyways? She wished Azulpaw hadn't stood up for her, either. He could've gotten hurt. And she had never gotten to thank him for real, which hurt too. He probably thought she didn't care. But she did! She cared a lot. If only she'd remarked on the stupidity of that when she had been fighting with him, maybe it would've come up on it's own. Maybe there was a way to voice it as a more insulting comment. Except Asterpaw wasn't an expert when it came to that field. She was used to being nice and polite and saying thank you... always. She had always been that way. Too bad now she wouldn't be allowed to. Would Bluepaw let her speak to Azulpaw without fighting, if she promised to be good about it? His question drew her out of her thoughts and she sighed, her tail flicking lightly.
　
"You want the truth, Bluepaw? Because yeah. Yeah, it kind of... it hurts a little." She sighed, her tail continuing to flick lightly. It did hurt. A lot, actually, but she didn't want to give him the full control of the truth over her. But, a part of her felt as though she should. He had asked! Asterpaw didn't have control over her feelings. Listening to the piebald feline speak, Asterpaw felt as though she could have lashed out at everyone right then. How dare he! How dare he speak to her as though she were an object. The words he had used were nowhere near as infuriating as the way he was using them. On their own, it wasn't a big deal. If he had said it in a different tone, even if he had been a different cat, perhaps Asterpaw wouldn't have minded. But there was something about that little talk coming from Bluepaw that made her blood boil. Not that she could do anything.
　
She was pleasant, sweet natured little Asterpaw. The obedient sidekick for Bluepaw's grandness. "Um, I'm pretty sure he's just a jerk. I seriously doubt he's mad that - that someone has me and it isn't him. And you didn't win. This isn't a win or lose situation, okay?" Her voice was frustrated before she remembered what he had said earlier. You agree with me, okay? He had bitten her then. And so, Asterpaw's ears suddenly flicked back in surprise and worry and her hues became submissive. Her expression changed and a more nervous one replaced it as she shifted her weight lightly, nuzzling into him with an apologetic expression. Because she feared for her life. And she was hurt by the grey feline. Azulpaw was hurting her. Whether he knew it or not, every time she saw him with Alabasterpaw it stung. Burned. Made her ready to look away, walk away, but she couldn't. "Th-then again, maybe... maybe you're right. Maybe he is just mad about that." It was something she would have liked to believe. But... considering she didn't have a reason as to why, she was pretty sure it was just a lie.

[lone]

Cute cats? Her type?
Foxpaw decided to make himself more "gentlemanly," as she seemed to prefer. After all, she was a pretty she cat! And since when had Foxpaw ever passed up the opportunity to be with a pretty she cat? Since never, that was when. The poor tom had crushed on enough she cats to know all about heartbreak and disappointing things like that... it was almost sad how much he knew about them. Part of Foxpaw wished that he would just stay away from she cats, and another part of him wanted more. There was something about being rejected or having crushes that made him feel good. Like he was alive again. It was nice. Oh, but she had also said she liked it when cats were themselves... if you're yourself, she's going to hate you. Who wants an insecure, goofy little fluffball for a friend, let alone an interest? His mind seemed to laugh at him.
　
It was constantly taunting him. He was his own worst enemy. A shame, really, because Foxpaw had potential to be a good cat. At her yowl to GO, he chased after Redpaw, moving past the tree she was climbing onto another one. The tom's green hues were focused on the tree and he struggled not to look at how Redpaw was doing. Because he knew that once he looked over it was going to be hard to look back. But, it wasn't his fault she was pretty! It wasn't her fault either! It was nobody's fault, it was just... luck. Yeah, just luck that she was a pretty she cat and he was himself. Handsome and talented. She's going to laugh when you fail. Again his mind tormented him, but the young tom gritted his teeth and began to climb. Upwards and onwards he went, trying to make it to the top as quickly as possible. His focus was solely on that and impressing her, that was all Foxpaw wanted to do.

here you go RedHead

[Brilliance]

"Oh please, love. You and your little ex-friend's conversations are my business. If they weren't, then why do you think I would be listening? You belong to me now. I have everything to worry about, too... you know, because I'm afraid she'll snatch you away again, darling." This was a lie. However could Asterpaw 'snatch away' a cat that Alabasterpaw quite clearly had under her spell now? Asterpaw didn't have that charm, and she was glad that Azulpaw didn't even seem tempted by the blue feline anymore. Good. He did belong to her. Even though his attitude and challenging nature were still intact... too bad there was nothing she could do about that. She probably could have beaten the fight out of him, but he had had enough physical abuse for a while. And besides, she wouldn't want her potential future mate to be scared of her, now would she?
　
No. That wouldn't do at all. Because eventually, he would stop caring about her - and Alabasterpaw couldn't have that. After all, if she were to lose what she had been working towards so hard and for so long, then what reason would she have to live? It sounded drastic. But hey, that was Alabasterpaw. Dramatic and she resorted to drastic measures quite often. She wasn't the greatest of cats to have as a friend... but that was alright, because Alabasterpaw never minded what others said about her. Truthfully the only thing she cared about was herself. And... unfortunately for Azulpaw, he was now roped into her and her narcisstic views. See, Alabasterpaw hadn't truly cared about anyone in the past few moons. Not since she had gone to be a loner had she cared for Asterpaw or Bluepaw, and as for Azulpaw... well... the feline might think she "loved" him but she didn't.
　
She would never love anyone. Because Alabasterpaw's heart had been damaged. And her mind was too twisted for her to love anyone... and her cold, shriveled, damaged heart couldn't find it to do so. And, unfortunately, she had torn him away from Asterpaw and Bluepaw had torn her sister away from Azulpaw. Now all that was left to do was rip their tiny little minds to shreds... and she was hoping Bluepaw would pick up on the memo. Otherwise she would have to explain it to the piebald tom and she honestly preferred keeping company with the grey one for the moment being. Once their relationship was established, and his place in it was found, and she trusted him... sure, he could be friends with her. That was, if their relationship wasn't so broken that it could never be fixed. It was her ultimate goal, and Alabasterpaw wasn't sure if she was going to be able to make it at all.
　
Especially after hearing what he had to say. "Oh, but hasn't she already? I mean... how many times is she going to have to hurt you before you're willing to quit on her? I believe you've already dropped her, too... otherwise, darling, you would be figuring her whole situation out instead of here with me. Not that I'm complaining - merely pointing out facts. Facts are important, wouldn't you agree, Azulpaw?" Her purr was annoying, but light and soft at the same time. It was something that toms would die to hear - or to have directed at them - yet he didn't seem to be as phased by it as Alabasterpaw would have liked. She was a pretty cat! And yet, Azulpaw acted as though she were like anyone else. She had soft, soft fur. And... when she wasn't choking him... her paws were soft. Gentle. Delicate, even. Yet there was a killer just beneath her soft and pretty exterior.
　
Constantly lurking there. Perhaps, she thought, he was scared to bring that out. "You flatter me, love. Such a sweet boy, aren't you? Lucky, lucky me." Alabasterpaw appreciated his attention, and she soaked it in like a plant soaking up the rays of the sun. Storing it. Keeping it. But, unlike a plant, Alabasterpaw could never get enough attention. Trees could get overheated or overwatered, but Alabasterpaw? She would never have enough of this sweet, sweet affection. And, she did have to admit - he was very good at giving it to her. He wasn't too thrifty with it, giving it to her as though she were the only thing that mattered now. Which Alabasterpaw could appreciate. Now, if that were true... that would make her truly happy. Or so she believed. But again, the feline would never be happy and she would never be satisfied. It just wasn't in her nature for either.
　
Asterpaw was hurt watching the two of them. Why was Azulpaw giving her all that attention? As though she were a fair princess, delicate and gentle and perfect? It wasn't even like he had said anything against Alabasterpaw, which meant it must be for real. Or had she misinterperated one of his harsh statements? Azulpaw's words were still playing in her head. And she was done. Completely done. All she had wanted to do was play with him, but it had escalated too quickly and... and she had been wrong. That much was obvious. Poor Asterpaw, trying so hard towards something that was never going to happen. Azulpaw couldn't be her friend. No matter how hard she tried. He just wasn't the type of cat that she could hang out with in that manner, because no matter what she did, it seemed they ended up having some kind of a fight. Yep, every time they had met.
　
Well, every time they had met and had a real conversation, that was. Sure, there had been 'hi, how are you' and boring small-talk conversations like that, but as far as truly hanging out went, it seemed that they always ended up fighting. Why was that? Was it because they both cared? Was it because they were playing and misinterperted statements went a long ways towards arguments? Either way, Asterpaw wished she could apologize. Just say that she was sorry and they could catch up from where they left off. But Asterpaw knew that Bluepaw and Alabasterpaw would never allow that to happen. Someone was going to get hurt. Too bad it was never her sister. It was never the piebald tom. It was always Azulpaw... and she'd come pretty close a few times. Why couldn't Alabasterpaw have died as a loner? It was a harsh thought, but one that Asterpaw couldn't stop herself from having.
　
Perhaps these problems wouldn't exist then. Maybe Bluepaw would go back to being a nice cat. The old Bluepaw wouldn't have nipped her like that. What had that been about, anyways? She wished Azulpaw hadn't stood up for her, either. He could've gotten hurt. And she had never gotten to thank him for real, which hurt too. He probably thought she didn't care. But she did! She cared a lot. If only she'd remarked on the stupidity of that when she had been fighting with him, maybe it would've come up on it's own. Maybe there was a way to voice it as a more insulting comment. Except Asterpaw wasn't an expert when it came to that field. She was used to being nice and polite and saying thank you... always. She had always been that way. Too bad now she wouldn't be allowed to. Would Bluepaw let her speak to Azulpaw without fighting, if she promised to be good about it? His question drew her out of her thoughts and she sighed, her tail flicking lightly.
　
"You want the truth, Bluepaw? Because yeah. Yeah, it kind of... it hurts a little." She sighed, her tail continuing to flick lightly. It did hurt. A lot, actually, but she didn't want to give him the full control of the truth over her. But, a part of her felt as though she should. He had asked! Asterpaw didn't have control over her feelings. Listening to the piebald feline speak, Asterpaw felt as though she could have lashed out at everyone right then. How dare he! How dare he speak to her as though she were an object. The words he had used were nowhere near as infuriating as the way he was using them. On their own, it wasn't a big deal. If he had said it in a different tone, even if he had been a different cat, perhaps Asterpaw wouldn't have minded. But there was something about that little talk coming from Bluepaw that made her blood boil. Not that she could do anything.
　
She was pleasant, sweet natured little Asterpaw. The obedient sidekick for Bluepaw's grandness. "Um, I'm pretty sure he's just a jerk. I seriously doubt he's mad that - that someone has me and it isn't him. And you didn't win. This isn't a win or lose situation, okay?" Her voice was frustrated before she remembered what he had said earlier. You agree with me, okay? He had bitten her then. And so, Asterpaw's ears suddenly flicked back in surprise and worry and her hues became submissive. Her expression changed and a more nervous one replaced it as she shifted her weight lightly, nuzzling into him with an apologetic expression. Because she feared for her life. And she was hurt by the grey feline. Azulpaw was hurting her. Whether he knew it or not, every time she saw him with Alabasterpaw it stung. Burned. Made her ready to look away, walk away, but she couldn't. "Th-then again, maybe... maybe you're right. Maybe he is just mad about that." It was something she would have liked to believe. But... considering she didn't have a reason as to why, she was pretty sure it was just a lie.

Azulpaw still didn't see where she was coming from. Why she had to know, or what her business to know about it anyway. He felt that he was only being annoying by doing such a thing. It wasn't like he eavesdropping on Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw's conversation. Now, that was something he knew he should had been doing, yet he wasn't very interested in doing things like that. Alabasterpaw was pretty much a sneaky cat, and as they grew older, perhaps many of the toms would figure Azulpaw was crazy agreeing to become the mate of she cat that was known around Skyclan. Not in a bad way--well, perhaps a bad way. If flirting and heartbreak earned you a bad reputation that is.

Ex-friend? Azulpaw felt his whiskers quivering. He wanted to ask when did we agree on that?, but maybe that's exactly what is was about. Maybe Asterpaw became his ex-friend without him even noticing it. No, no, no. Now he felt that he was panicking. If she became his best friend, then he felt that he regretted his last words to her. As if she were...dead. His last words that he would ever say to her. His yellow gaze blinked up at Alabasterpaw. He analyzed her words, his ears flicking. Yup, because I'm an object instead of my own cat. What am I even doing here? Though, he knew better than to become too aggressive with her. So, he simply continued to lightly rub himself against her. ''You have nothing to worry about.'' He said, briskly. His words dry, and his eyes dull. The fact that Alabasterpaw thought he belonged to her? Any other male would find themselves swooning, but Azulpaw? He seen her true colors, and that would always be in his mind of how truly sinister she could be. A part of him could never accept her fully, because he would always find himself guarded at her touch. ''Pretty sure no one can snatch me away. What do I look like? A moss ball?'' He rolled his eyes, and lashed his tail to the side for a moment. He was truly irritated at this point. From a distance he could see Bluepaw and Asterpaw talking--that was the least of his problems.

Azulpaw knew it wasn't his problem at all, but he had heard Asterpaw loony talk to herself. He knew all about the bite Bluepaw provided her. He wanted to address it, but it was at the wrong time. Everything was at the wrong time. Did they all travel to another reality of some sort? Azulpaw, at this point, preferred to never have met the two felines in his life. He believed it was an honest mistake, and if he had the power to turn back time, that's where he would go. Back to the training plateau, and force Bluepaw to walk away from the pretty feline; Alabasterpaw. But, he didn't have the power, and so he embraced that he had made it this far. Cuts, bruises, scars designing his body around, somewhat giving him a scary appearance, yet the tom was still there. Everything was still there about him, and that was great.

At her words, Azulpaw let out an inaudible sigh. Did she ever know how to shut up? He shot her a quick look, a smirk forming on his face, as he slightly tilted his head up to look at the sky. Did he actually drop Asterpaw? The tom didn't feel that he did. In fact, he only said some hurtful words--yet, that was because he was truly angry...for absolutely no reason. He figured it was up to Asterpaw. She was the one to have walked away. The one to watch him crumble more than others. She practically knew him more than his ex-best friend. ''Don't play that facts card on me, love.'' Was his first words, but he had refused to look at her, so she wouldn't take note of his grim expression. Then, he had slowly turned to her, giving a lick at his jaws. He felt one of his cuts, almost feeling that he could taste the old blood. ''You want to know some real facts? How about you just stay out of it. You won. That is a fact. Why keep hounding me down about this whole Asterpaw situation? I'm not going to get caught up in her and Bluepaw's relationship. I hope they're happy though! So, we all can be happy!'' He let out a deep breath, already tired and exhausted. Though he couldn't find a way to lie to Alabasterpaw so he can be alone. She was quite annoying. Not trusting him, pushing him to do stuff that he wasn't ready to, and planning out his entire future without so much as a word to him. The tom was exhausted. I need a nap...and to get away from these delusional felines. Upon that thought, a feeling in him felt that he needed to get Asterpaw alone. So, that they could have a real conversation. Probably when the moon was high up, and the two malicious beings were sleeping in for the night. That way, he was sure he could whisk her away for a little bit, and get some more info on whatever is happening right now. Additionally to being exhausted, he was confused.

At least the one thing that Azulpaw knew was that he certainly had his touch. Even if it was an unwilling touch he didn't want to do, he had soaked in the attention Alabasterpaw was giving him. It was nice...gentle...soft. And, he adored the soft brushing of her pelt against his own. And, he would admit that. ''Of course, darling. You are as lucky as I am.'' He didn't even notice that he said such words, but it was too late to bring them back. After all, he was an honest tom. He did like this touch. Probably too much than he liked to admit.

''Do you prefer going back with them...or, being alone?'' Bluepaw asked as he got to his paws and flicked his tail. He could sense there was something wrong with his beloved, and all he wished he to be was comfortable. He didn't want her to think he didn't care about how she felt. That much he didn't care about how she felt, but he wanted to make her feel that she was the only thing that mattered at the moment. After all, the poor she cat been through so much. With her sister, with the battle, and now the decreasing friendship she had with...Azulpaw. Yet, Bluepaw had stayed the same old, same old. Using his innocence to interlock his victims, giving them a little torture. The tom had anger issues. He loved to release them on most. Anyone near him. It would be a shame if Asterpaw had found herself on that side of him. Yet, he figured that she had learned her lesson when it came to that bite on her ear.

It wasn't that hard of a bite. He didn't want to hurt her. Or, for her to be scared...wait, probably that's what he, indeed, wanted. For her to know he was in charge. That sounded like a relationship he could handle. Of course, the tom would spoil her in anything she wanted. She just needed to be trained to perfect that role.

Bluepaw seen the looks. The movement. The affections that Azulpaw and Alabasterpaw was sharing. It made him laugh. It was funny. One of them would be hurt in no time. If he couldn't keep Alabasterpaw, why would Azulpaw stand a chance of keeping the feline? That relationship was doomed from the start. Bluepaw knew, as well as many of her other victims that Alabasterpaw would get tired. And, as soon as she did, she would throw you aside without any feelings attached. You would end up with a broken heart, and she would end up with a new victim. Bluepaw felt that she was someone that couldn't be tamed. Not as easily as sweet little Asterpaw, who was clearly the gem and real prize of the entire family. Though, he also knew it wouldn't be that much of a challenge for Alabasterpaw to be tamed. All she needed was the right tom to put her in her place. Azulpaw was definitely not that type of tom to do it.

The piebald feline allowed her to do as she pleased. He had other matters to worry about. Other matters to fix. It couldn't be that hard if they started now. She would learn everything he taught her. Always agree with him, listen to his orders, and just be that pretty she cat that is always by his side. Indeed, he saw her as a very beautiful she cat. No ones seconds, no one else had her. He didn't even bother counting Azulpaw. With the many fights they had, they might as well stop seeing each other altogether. Yet, you fight with the one you care about most, which also annoyed him.

Upon her words, Bluepaw could see where she was coming from. At least she kept from lying to me...he tilted his head for a second, and nodded. His gaze was solely on the white and grey felines. ''What type of hurt are you exactly feeling when it comes to them?'' He landed his striking blue gaze back on her. What exactly did she see in that rubbish grey maggot? He looked like a screwed up puppet. Whenever he looked at them being together, he rolls his eyes. Alabasterpaw wasn't loyal enough to stay in one spot, and Azulpaw was...well, Azulpaw. Weak. Was there more to be said? Their relationship was a laughing matter, and he knew it wouldn't even last another moon.

At her next words, the piebald tom snorted. Azulpaw was a complete jerk, wasn't he? But, then as she continued to talk, he began to disagree with her. Had he not won? What was she talking about? His eyes began to become small slits as he stared at her words--but then, she quickly changed, which caught him off guard. He was pretty sure he was about to take another nip at her, or ruin her feelings with words of his own. Instead, he affectionately brought his tail over her head. ''You learn quickly.'' Bluepaw wanted her to be honest with him, yet submissive to him. He didn't want to hurt her, all he wished to do was love her. So, he leaned into her, and gave her a soft nuzzle. Obviously, she had more things to learn, and within time he would be willing to teach her everything she needed to know.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


BluBunny

A small lithe ebony feline laid her belly against the ground as she watched a critter hopping in front of her. She was waiting for the right moment to strike. And, this moment was not the right one. As the bird hopped along, she gave a few gentle licks to her chest fur. She was well hidden within the brambles. Her snout continued to take in the scent of the nearby creature. She would had loved to have that meal to herself, but she preferred feeding her clan first. And, then maybe, if her friend Mousefur wasn't busy, perhaps they could share a meal.

Cloudriver had ate less nowadays. She didn't know why food was unappealing to her, but she was always glad to give her leftovers to her friend, who seemed to never be full. Cloudriver had to suppress a laugh for she would scare her prey away. Then, no food for the clan. Food was vital, yet it was scarce. She wouldn't dare lose her chance now.

At the moment, she just didn't want to...eat. Was it some type of depression issue? Like missing her brother? Or...was it something else? The she cat haven't been doing much lately. Probably roaming around the lands, hunting, sleeping--anything of that sort. Cloudriver shook her head, throwing it up to look up at the sky once before she let out a deep sigh. ''Focus Cloud. Focus.'' She scolded herself lightly before bringing her head down, and staring at the critter once more. She badly wanted to hunt, but for some odd reason she simply observed its movement. She couldn't bring herself to make the kill.

[RedHead]

here you go RedHead
[/CENTER]

Redpaw's claws dug into the bark as she leaped onto the lowest branch, pulling herself up into it. The bark was a little slippery from that morning's dew that still clung to the bark and leaves. She didn't want to lose this race though, and continued at a fast pace. She leaped for the next branch, her paws slipping a little and sending a few leaves falling to the ground. Redpaw continued to leap up the branches, slipping every now and then. She knew that she should slow down, take it easy, especially with how slippery and wet this tree as. But she didn't want Foxpaw to win the tree-climbing challenge, especially since tree-climbing was her specialty. Gritting her teeth with effort, Redpaw continued to climb, digging her claws farther in the bark to get a better hold. It'll be fine, we'll be fine. But a nagging feeling in her stomach told her one of them was going to get hurt if they continued.

After dreading herself on a branch, Redpaw leaped for he next one a over her head. Her claws were outstretched, but she hasn't realized that the branch as old and dead, half of it no longer connected to the tree. She grabbed it, and it broke, taking Redpaw down with it as it fell. Redpaw tried to let out a screech of fear, but the wind was knocked out of her as she hit the branch she had jumped from. Redpaw forced herself to her paws, watching as the broken branch continued to fall down the tree. It's going to hit Foxpaw. The realization sent a surge of fear through the ginger she-cat, and even though she was hurt and dizzy, she leaped down after the branch. It wasn't that big, but it was big enough that it could knock an apprentice climbing a tree down. "FOXPAW WATCH OUT!" She yowled with all of her might, continuing to leap down the tree to where the tom was still climbing. The branch was slowing, stuck in between two larger branches, but it was slipping through. With a loud CRACK, the branch feel through, rocketing down the tree. Redpaw's paw got caught in a knothole, and she froze, watching helplessly as the branch sailed towards Foxpaw.

[lone]

Redpaw's claws dug into the bark as she leaped onto the lowest branch, pulling herself up into it. The bark was a little slippery from that morning's dew that still clung to the bark and leaves. She didn't want to lose this race though, and continued at a fast pace. She leaped for the next branch, her paws slipping a little and sending a few leaves falling to the ground. Redpaw continued to leap up the branches, slipping every now and then. She knew that she should slow down, take it easy, especially with how slippery and wet this tree as. But she didn't want Foxpaw to win the tree-climbing challenge, especially since tree-climbing was her specialty. Gritting her teeth with effort, Redpaw continued to climb, digging her claws farther in the bark to get a better hold. It'll be fine, we'll be fine. But a nagging feeling in her stomach told her one of them was going to get hurt if they continued.


After dreading herself on a branch, Redpaw leaped for he next one a over her head. Her claws were outstretched, but she hasn't realized that the branch as old and dead, half of it no longer connected to the tree. She grabbed it, and it broke, taking Redpaw down with it as it fell. Redpaw tried to let out a screech of fear, but the wind was knocked out of her as she hit the branch she had jumped from. Redpaw forced herself to her paws, watching as the broken branch continued to fall down the tree. It's going to hit Foxpaw. The realization sent a surge of fear through the ginger she-cat, and even though she was hurt and dizzy, she leaped down after the branch. It wasn't that big, but it was big enough that it could knock an apprentice climbing a tree down. "FOXPAW WATCH OUT!" She yowled with all of her might, continuing to leap down the tree to where the tom was still climbing. The branch was slowing, stuck in between two larger branches, but it was slipping through. With a loud CRACK, the branch feel through, rocketing down the tree. Redpaw's paw got caught in a knothole, and she froze, watching helplessly as the branch sailed towards Foxpaw.

Foxpaw was frustrated that, currently, Redpaw was winning the competition. His green hues sparked with determination and he continued onwards, not even thinking about the fact that it could be dangerous. He was thinking more along the lines of I need to win this. Need to show off. Have to be the best. Because otherwise, how would anyone like him? No one liked a losing cat. And cats liked Foxpaw, because he won... that was the only reason. Foxpaw couldn't think of a time he had lost and ended up friends with that cat. Yes, winning was pretty much what the tom based his entire self-worth on. Lost in his own thoughts, Foxpaw just barely heard Redpaw's yowl - but at that point, it was too late. "Did you say something, Redp-" The ginger feline's voice was cut off as the branch hit him in the chest... luckily not hard enough to cause any serious damage, but hard enough to make him fall.
　
The tom twisted in the air, struggling to grab hold of something - anything - and managed to sink his claws ino the tree bark. Slippery though it was, Foxpaw was stronger then he appeared and was able to hang on. Breathing a sigh of relief, the ginger tom realized he wasn't that far from the ground and flushed with embarassment. Simply letting go, he fell the few extra feet - low enough that he wasn't hurt - and took a couple of shaky steps. He'd hit a couple of branches on the way down, hard enough to cause bruising... but as far as major injuries were concerned, Foxpaw didn't believe that he had any. "Well, I think we should declare the one with the best landing the winner," Foxpaw mewed in an attempt to restore his damaged pride. At the moment he was pretty shaken up. Physically and mentally, so his voice shook a little as he spoke. At least his handsome appearance hadn't been altered.
　
That would be a true disaster. Foxpaw glanced up at Redpaw, watching her with his head cocked to the side. "You coming on down, beautiful, or should I rescue you from up there?" He asked with a semi-charming grin. Foxpaw considered himself to be quite charming... that was a matter of opinion, and while he might be good-looking to an extent, perhaps he wasn't quite as handsome as he thought.

[Splash]

"Yes, I did want you, sweetheart. Thank you for being so obedient and coming down here right away. I really am happy you were so sweet, love." Partly she was speaking to bother him. Alabasterpaw was no fool - she knew that when she acted that way, no one liked it. Especially not him. She was frustrated that he had stayed up there just a little longer and hadn't come down right away. She nuzzled up against him, brushed herself all over him, and gave the side of his face a tender lick. It felt odd not to be angry with him, but hey! She was getting what she wanted. And she had taken what he wanted away. No more competition, no more lies, no more secrets. Just happiness and attention for her. As far as Azulpaw went... once he was no longer shiny and new and interesting, she would discard him as though he meant absolutely nothing to her.
　
Yes, even when in love Alabasterpaw still had ideas like that. "Now that you're here, my handsome love - let me ask you something." Alabasterpaw smiled, before bringing her maw up close to his ear. From a distance it might look sweet, but her mind was boiling with rage once more at being about to ask him why he'd been so nice to her beloved sister at the end of their conversation. Why did he care? What was his game? "Darling, why did you change your tune so near the end of your little argument? Apologizing to her - tsk tsk, sweetheart. Do you like the game she's playing with you? She's just playing a game. You know Asterpaw, everything's a game with her - and I'm afraid this time you're getting involved in something that you really shouldn't. Now here's my advice to you, darling... drop it. Drop her. Right here and now." Her voice became dead serious.
　

"Or, you could go chase after her. Tell her you're sorry. Make up with her so that she can reel you back in, lying, playing her game with you. And here I thought you were smart, Azulpaw. So prove it. Make up your mind whether you're okay for her to play with you... or whether you're ready to drop everything for good. I'll be here waiting either way, because I'll support you. And I'll take you no matter how weak and worthless you are."
It was as though he wasn't even there. She was speaking about him like he was an object. She would take him. She would support him. What was this game Alabasterpaw was playing? It was even more confusing then Asterpaw's. See, she really believed the words she had told him. That was the sick, twisted way of the feline. This was why it was hard to resist her. If she believed what she said? Everyone else would too.
　
It was near-to impossible to say something rude to Alabasterpaw and then get away with it. Everything Azulpaw had said to her? He was paying for it now. She'd found a way to get her revenge because apparently, physical abuse just wasn't enough anymore. But why? Why hadn't he broken, how had he found the strength to fight back in their last battle?... what had Asterpaw told him? The white feline wasn't sure. And she still hadn't gotten to explain things to Bluepaw. She still hadn't explained her plan to him, but nevermind. He would see. And once she twisted Azulpaw's mind around, perhaps there was a way to use him as well. To break himself and her. Until they were both nothing but shadows of what they had been. Obedient slaves, there to serve her and Bluepaw. It was funny to think that Azulpaw might actually act like an obedient cat for once to her.
　
So far things were not going according to plan... not as much as she had planned. But hey, these things took time! Love was a process. A process that Alabasterpaw was going to dominate, smash, and then fix for her own benefits... for good. Alabasterpaw was close to being a warrior. Just a little longer, and then Azulpaw would be her mate. Asterpaw would be Bluepaw's. And no more feelings would arise.
　
Azulpaw's hurtful words were still ringing in Asterpaw's head. Still playing back over and over again, bothering her, annoying her to the brink where she was almost ready to go and slap him down. Did it matter anymore? Did her feelings have any effect on the tom anymore? Did she... did Asterpaw care about him anymore? What a silly thought. Of course she didn't! She didn't have to! She wasn't supposed to care! She had to... pretend that she didn't. Hope that Bluepaw wouldn't pick up on the fact that she did, she really did. Although facts were facts, and she was honestly pretty sure that the piebald feline had picked up on that already. Maybe he knew. Maybe he didn't. Either way, it wasn't going to matter anymore. Was she with Azulpaw? No. She was with Bluepaw. And Azulpaw was with Alabasterpaw. A twisted circle indeed, with knots and miniature circles, and everything else confusing.
　
Asterpaw didn't know whether she felt safe or not. At Bluepaw's words, she shook her head. She would not cry. She was strong. She was stronger then she thought, or she never would have been able to get through all of this trauma. It was a lot. Of course, Asterpaw already knew Azulpaw was strong. A lot stronger then Bluepaw... perhaps not in the fighting arena, but outside of it, he definitely was. Much more then he thought. The confidence she had tried to instill in him had started seeping into herself over the past couple of moons. And now it was slowly beginning to leave. She was still strong. She still told herself that as often as she could. "I'm strong. I'm stronger then I look. I'm stronger then I feel. I'm strong." Over and over again Asterpaw muttered this under her breath, quietly enough for her to have been considered thinking, not even saying it.
　
Once she had the courage to speak, Asterpaw sighed and turned her grey-green hues on Bluepaw. "Alabasterpaw wasn't over there, I didn't -" Her voice was cut off as she saw the white feline and the grey one cuddling in the most disgusting manner. Fine. If that's how it was? Fine. There was nothing left for her to do. Her only source of comfort was Bluepaw at this point, although she wouldn't let go of what he had done. What she had witnessed. What she knew him to be capable of. What he had been - or was still - a part of. What he might never lose sight of either. She wouldn't let herself let go of that, but she was going to have to keep her speech and thoughts about it on the down-low. Who knew what that sneaky white devil was capable of... and what she might report back to Bluepaw? Or, what he was capable of himself? For all she knew they could read thoughts.
　
It was crazy. Unheard of. But Asterpaw was hurt, and scared, and lost, and in this state it was practically already implanted into her mind and now she was thinking of it again. "I didn't see her." Her voice quieted as she glanced over again, wondering how much of the conversation Alabasterpaw had heard. All of it? Some of it? Most of it? Who knew. It didn't matter anymore to Asterpaw, and she wished that Bluepaw would stop fussing over her as though she were a kit. But at the same time the attention and comfort felt good. It was needed. It was very much needed, and Bluepaw was the only cat willing to give it to her at the moment. His question made her hues snap and her body tense almost automatically. "Azulpaw never did anything to me. We just - had an argument, I was... I was asking about Alabasterpaw, and then talking about you, and it just escalated before I knew it and I'm sorry." Asterpaw mewed with a sigh.
　
She was sorry. Sorry that she had gotten herself into this. Sorry that there was nothing to be done about it. Perhaps it was more of self-pity then truly being sorry, but hey - at least there was some sliver of worry for her previous friend. Were she and Azulpaw still friends? Were they enemies? Were they just no longer in communication with each other? One thing was for certain, and this was the only thing Asterpaw knew now... there was no going back from the life she had chosen.




"All hail Drizzybooshard, the fairest of all the she cats in SkyClan!" Blazingcomet's hues twinkled playfully as he spoke, lowering his head in mock respect to the feline. This was fun. This was one of the best times he had had in a while. And Blazingcomet was enjoying it a lot more then he should. A lot more then was healthy... a lot more then the orange tom found to be professional. And yes, Blazingcomet considered himself to be professional at flirting! He'd been doing it for moons! Broken she cats' hearts before! There had only been a few times when Blazingcomet had been unsucessful. Those times? They were in the past. Drizzleshard was quite obviously the future here. And even if he was wrong again, which Blazingcomet was quite certain that he wasn't, things were going to be okay. The tom laughed as Drizzleshard leapt at him, which was followed by a yelp as he felt himself hit the ground. Not painfully, just somewhat embarassingly.
　
At least the only one there to witness it was her. The orange tom gently tried to push her off, his twisted paw somewhat more awkwardly then the other, but it worked out okay anyways. The paw didn't even bother him anymore. He could function normally... thanks to some determination and a helpful medicine cat. Stormlight had indeed been helpful. Too bad the feline was gone now, not that Blazingcomet had any ill thoughts towards Ebonyfrost. In all honesty, she seemed pretty nice! Certainly the type of cat that he would hang out with. The tom didn't mind at all. "So, beautiful - I'll see you here tomorrow night, right? I mean... will you let me take you out again, I guess is what I'm trying to ask." Blazingcomet held his breath. He was going to do this. She was going to say yes and the game would be up! So far, everything appeared to be going fine. Once he had her heart and he got bored of her? Game over... for their friendship and relationship.

Drizzleshard smiled. "That's how you address a queen, fair knight," she responded in her most sophisticated, serious voice, unable to hold it for long before collapsing into laughter. This was fun. More fun than she usually had flirting, and this felt like it was going somewhere. Had you asked her just an hour ago what she thought Blazingcomet was going to do with their relationship, she would have easily said that she wasn't going to let it get that far because he was the type of cat to date and dump her just for fun. Although the silver feline knew that this was still the type of cat he was, she felt different about it, now. No way would Blazingcomet go to all this work just to dump her, right? Yeah, that wasn't happening. This relationship was a sprouting seed of a mighty tree, and nothing could cut it down.
The slender she-cat pulled away from Blazingcomet's orange frame as he fell, allowing him to stand up. She would have offered him help, too, but didn't want to injure his pride, and her help would, without a doubt, do that. So instead she just stood back and watched, noticing how he stood up to avoid using his twisted paw. Once the orange tom sat up, he spoke, and Drizzleshard hid her reaction to his words. Inwardly, she was so excited, already- though sad that they had to part now. Was this love? It didn't really matter, not at this exact second. The silver she-cat knew that she had to keep this interesting, keep Blazingcomet on his toes, so instead of letting out what was inside her, she smiled mysteriously, her indigo eyes flashing. "We'll see, now won't we?" she asked flirtatiously, flicking her tail.

[lone]

Drizzleshard smiled. "That's how you address a queen, fair knight," she responded in her most sophisticated, serious voice, unable to hold it for long before collapsing into laughter. This was fun. More fun than she usually had flirting, and this felt like it was going somewhere. Had you asked her just an hour ago what she thought Blazingcomet was going to do with their relationship, she would have easily said that she wasn't going to let it get that far because he was the type of cat to date and dump her just for fun. Although the silver feline knew that this was still the type of cat he was, she felt different about it, now. No way would Blazingcomet go to all this work just to dump her, right? Yeah, that wasn't happening. This relationship was a sprouting seed of a mighty tree, and nothing could cut it down.
The slender she-cat pulled away from Blazingcomet's orange frame as he fell, allowing him to stand up. She would have offered him help, too, but didn't want to injure his pride, and her help would, without a doubt, do that. So instead she just stood back and watched, noticing how he stood up to avoid using his twisted paw. Once the orange tom sat up, he spoke, and Drizzleshard hid her reaction to his words. Inwardly, she was so excited, already- though sad that they had to part now. Was this love? It didn't really matter, not at this exact second. The silver she-cat knew that she had to keep this interesting, keep Blazingcomet on his toes, so instead of letting out what was inside her, she smiled mysteriously, her indigo eyes flashing. "We'll see, now won't we?" she asked flirtatiously, flicking her tail.
"Queen? Knight? Hey, what are these foreign words you're speaking, beautiful lady?" Blazingcomet asked, cocking his head to the side. What was a Queen? What was a knight? He had no idea what either were, and he wished that he did. For a moment, he glanced at Drizzleshard in a different light. See, having never heard those tales... his parents were clanborn, as was his entire ancestry. No one had ever told him these stories of queens and knights and he wasn't sure what she was talking about. But it peaked his interest. They sounded mysterious and far off, as though they were in some whole other land. He was already beginning to guess that they were twoleg things, although how Drizzleshard would know of them he wasn't quite sure. Her next words sent sparks soaring through his mind. We'll see. Those were words that every flirt wanted to hear.
　
It meant she was interested. Now, had Blazingcomet not kept his cool exterior, she would have seen him darting around in circles playfully - but that was a whole different side of him, a side that he wasn't likely to show. "Great. I'll be expecting you, hmm, my fair Drizzybooshard?" He purred in a smooth as silk, honey-like voice that seemed to practically scream what a flirt he was. Yet his outward appearance never changed. Not from the cool, sparkling eyed, smooth moving feline that he was. Of course Blazingcomet wouldn't change overnight. He wasn't that type of cat. "Until next time, darling." And brushing his tail alongside her, the ginger tom disappeared into the SkyClan territory, leaving her alone to collect her thoughts and process everything that had happened. Perhaps he had won here. Perhaps he hadn't. Either way, Blazingcomet was confident that eventually, he would come out the winner.
(and we can end it here, or after your post c:)

[lone]

Azulpaw still didn't see where she was coming from. Why she had to know, or what her business to know about it anyway. He felt that he was only being annoying by doing such a thing. It wasn't like he eavesdropping on Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw's conversation. Now, that was something he knew he should had been doing, yet he wasn't very interested in doing things like that. Alabasterpaw was pretty much a sneaky cat, and as they grew older, perhaps many of the toms would figure Azulpaw was crazy agreeing to become the mate of she cat that was known around Skyclan. Not in a bad way--well, perhaps a bad way. If flirting and heartbreak earned you a bad reputation that is.

Ex-friend? Azulpaw felt his whiskers quivering. He wanted to ask when did we agree on that?, but maybe that's exactly what is was about. Maybe Asterpaw became his ex-friend without him even noticing it. No, no, no. Now he felt that he was panicking. If she became his best friend, then he felt that he regretted his last words to her. As if she were...dead. His last words that he would ever say to her. His yellow gaze blinked up at Alabasterpaw. He analyzed her words, his ears flicking. Yup, because I'm an object instead of my own cat. What am I even doing here? Though, he knew better than to become too aggressive with her. So, he simply continued to lightly rub himself against her. ''You have nothing to worry about.'' He said, briskly. His words dry, and his eyes dull. The fact that Alabasterpaw thought he belonged to her? Any other male would find themselves swooning, but Azulpaw? He seen her true colors, and that would always be in his mind of how truly sinister she could be. A part of him could never accept her fully, because he would always find himself guarded at her touch. ''Pretty sure no one can snatch me away. What do I look like? A moss ball?'' He rolled his eyes, and lashed his tail to the side for a moment. He was truly irritated at this point. From a distance he could see Bluepaw and Asterpaw talking--that was the least of his problems.

Azulpaw knew it wasn't his problem at all, but he had heard Asterpaw loony talk to herself. He knew all about the bite Bluepaw provided her. He wanted to address it, but it was at the wrong time. Everything was at the wrong time. Did they all travel to another reality of some sort? Azulpaw, at this point, preferred to never have met the two felines in his life. He believed it was an honest mistake, and if he had the power to turn back time, that's where he would go. Back to the training plateau, and force Bluepaw to walk away from the pretty feline; Alabasterpaw. But, he didn't have the power, and so he embraced that he had made it this far. Cuts, bruises, scars designing his body around, somewhat giving him a scary appearance, yet the tom was still there. Everything was still there about him, and that was great.

At her words, Azulpaw let out an inaudible sigh. Did she ever know how to shut up? He shot her a quick look, a smirk forming on his face, as he slightly tilted his head up to look at the sky. Did he actually drop Asterpaw? The tom didn't feel that he did. In fact, he only said some hurtful words--yet, that was because he was truly angry...for absolutely no reason. He figured it was up to Asterpaw. She was the one to have walked away. The one to watch him crumble more than others. She practically knew him more than his ex-best friend. ''Don't play that facts card on me, love.'' Was his first words, but he had refused to look at her, so she wouldn't take note of his grim expression. Then, he had slowly turned to her, giving a lick at his jaws. He felt one of his cuts, almost feeling that he could taste the old blood. ''You want to know some real facts? How about you just stay out of it. You won. That is a fact. Why keep hounding me down about this whole Asterpaw situation? I'm not going to get caught up in her and Bluepaw's relationship. I hope they're happy though! So, we all can be happy!'' He let out a deep breath, already tired and exhausted. Though he couldn't find a way to lie to Alabasterpaw so he can be alone. She was quite annoying. Not trusting him, pushing him to do stuff that he wasn't ready to, and planning out his entire future without so much as a word to him. The tom was exhausted. I need a nap...and to get away from these delusional felines. Upon that thought, a feeling in him felt that he needed to get Asterpaw alone. So, that they could have a real conversation. Probably when the moon was high up, and the two malicious beings were sleeping in for the night. That way, he was sure he could whisk her away for a little bit, and get some more info on whatever is happening right now. Additionally to being exhausted, he was confused.

At least the one thing that Azulpaw knew was that he certainly had his touch. Even if it was an unwilling touch he didn't want to do, he had soaked in the attention Alabasterpaw was giving him. It was nice...gentle...soft. And, he adored the soft brushing of her pelt against his own. And, he would admit that. ''Of course, darling. You are as lucky as I am.'' He didn't even notice that he said such words, but it was too late to bring them back. After all, he was an honest tom. He did like this touch. Probably too much than he liked to admit.

''Do you prefer going back with them...or, being alone?'' Bluepaw asked as he got to his paws and flicked his tail. He could sense there was something wrong with his beloved, and all he wished he to be was comfortable. He didn't want her to think he didn't care about how she felt. That much he didn't care about how she felt, but he wanted to make her feel that she was the only thing that mattered at the moment. After all, the poor she cat been through so much. With her sister, with the battle, and now the decreasing friendship she had with...Azulpaw. Yet, Bluepaw had stayed the same old, same old. Using his innocence to interlock his victims, giving them a little torture. The tom had anger issues. He loved to release them on most. Anyone near him. It would be a shame if Asterpaw had found herself on that side of him. Yet, he figured that she had learned her lesson when it came to that bite on her ear.

It wasn't that hard of a bite. He didn't want to hurt her. Or, for her to be scared...wait, probably that's what he, indeed, wanted. For her to know he was in charge. That sounded like a relationship he could handle. Of course, the tom would spoil her in anything she wanted. She just needed to be trained to perfect that role.

Bluepaw seen the looks. The movement. The affections that Azulpaw and Alabasterpaw was sharing. It made him laugh. It was funny. One of them would be hurt in no time. If he couldn't keep Alabasterpaw, why would Azulpaw stand a chance of keeping the feline? That relationship was doomed from the start. Bluepaw knew, as well as many of her other victims that Alabasterpaw would get tired. And, as soon as she did, she would throw you aside without any feelings attached. You would end up with a broken heart, and she would end up with a new victim. Bluepaw felt that she was someone that couldn't be tamed. Not as easily as sweet little Asterpaw, who was clearly the gem and real prize of the entire family. Though, he also knew it wouldn't be that much of a challenge for Alabasterpaw to be tamed. All she needed was the right tom to put her in her place. Azulpaw was definitely not that type of tom to do it.

The piebald feline allowed her to do as she pleased. He had other matters to worry about. Other matters to fix. It couldn't be that hard if they started now. She would learn everything he taught her. Always agree with him, listen to his orders, and just be that pretty she cat that is always by his side. Indeed, he saw her as a very beautiful she cat. No ones seconds, no one else had her. He didn't even bother counting Azulpaw. With the many fights they had, they might as well stop seeing each other altogether. Yet, you fight with the one you care about most, which also annoyed him.

Upon her words, Bluepaw could see where she was coming from. At least she kept from lying to me...he tilted his head for a second, and nodded. His gaze was solely on the white and grey felines. ''What type of hurt are you exactly feeling when it comes to them?'' He landed his striking blue gaze back on her. What exactly did she see in that rubbish grey maggot? He looked like a screwed up puppet. Whenever he looked at them being together, he rolls his eyes. Alabasterpaw wasn't loyal enough to stay in one spot, and Azulpaw was...well, Azulpaw. Weak. Was there more to be said? Their relationship was a laughing matter, and he knew it wouldn't even last another moon.

At her next words, the piebald tom snorted. Azulpaw was a complete jerk, wasn't he? But, then as she continued to talk, he began to disagree with her. Had he not won? What was she talking about? His eyes began to become small slits as he stared at her words--but then, she quickly changed, which caught him off guard. He was pretty sure he was about to take another nip at her, or ruin her feelings with words of his own. Instead, he affectionately brought his tail over her head. ''You learn quickly.'' Bluepaw wanted her to be honest with him, yet submissive to him. He didn't want to hurt her, all he wished to do was love her. So, he leaned into her, and gave her a soft nuzzle. Obviously, she had more things to learn, and within time he would be willing to teach her everything she needed to know.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


@BluBunny (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=130)

A small lithe ebony feline laid her belly against the ground as she watched a critter hopping in front of her. She was waiting for the right moment to strike. And, this moment was not the right one. As the bird hopped along, she gave a few gentle licks to her chest fur. She was well hidden within the brambles. Her snout continued to take in the scent of the nearby creature. She would had loved to have that meal to herself, but she preferred feeding her clan first. And, then maybe, if her friend Mousefur wasn't busy, perhaps they could share a meal.

Cloudriver had ate less nowadays. She didn't know why food was unappealing to her, but she was always glad to give her leftovers to her friend, who seemed to never be full. Cloudriver had to suppress a laugh for she would scare her prey away. Then, no food for the clan. Food was vital, yet it was scarce. She wouldn't dare lose her chance now.

At the moment, she just didn't want to...eat. Was it some type of depression issue? Like missing her brother? Or...was it something else? The she cat haven't been doing much lately. Probably roaming around the lands, hunting, sleeping--anything of that sort. Cloudriver shook her head, throwing it up to look up at the sky once before she let out a deep sigh. ''Focus Cloud. Focus.'' She scolded herself lightly before bringing her head down, and staring at the critter once more. She badly wanted to hunt, but for some odd reason she simply observed its movement. She couldn't bring herself to make the kill.

Azulpaw's sarcasm and attitude were amusing to Alabasterpaw, which might be part of the reason that she liked him so much - or had herself convinced that she did. Her hues sparked with interest at his words and, as usual, she gave one of her sparkling laughs. To most toms it was like hearing sweet music, and she was hoping over time... perhaps he would look foward to it and do his best to make her laugh. Just like every other tom in the Clan did. Just like she was hoping Bluepaw would do to Asterpaw, eventually. They would get over themselves and Azulpaw would soon be done with Asterpaw for good. Hopefully he would leave her alone, back off, and be happy with her. Right now she didn't trust him to do that. Right now, she was nervous that at any second, Asterpaw could come and take him away. Little did she know her sister's fear of that had come true that very day.
　
Not that it mattered to Alabasterpaw. Nothing mattered to her. If it did, she wouldn't be in this situation right now and she probably would have a better love life then the one she currently was choosing. And over time, she would grow to trust Azulpaw. Trust. Something that Alabasterpaw gave to very few, and he would be a lucky tom indeed if he could pin that down from her. In her opinion, anyways. Any tom was lucky just to be graced by her presence, but he... oh, he would be blessed more then words could describe. That was the white feline's way of viewing it and she would never change that. See, in a way, the she cat was like an elder - set in her ways, headstrong, and unwilling to change. Yet for someone who didn't seem to like change, Alabasterpaw caused a lot of it. Maybe she only liked change if it was for what she believed to be the better.
　
"Oh darling, you know I live to get involved in things. And you want me to be happy, don't you? I mean, I'm a special cat... I deserve respect, don't you think? I can say whatever I want whenever I want to you, sweetheart. Because I run this. Understand?" The white cat pressed herself up against him, her purr rumbling in her throat, although a deadly glimmer was hidden in her blue hues. Yes, the she cat was a foe to look out for. An ally that you wouldn't want to pass up. And a love that, given these circumstances, you would never forget. Azulpaw had her as all three of these things, so what would happen next was practically unpredictable. Would she be his ally? His foe? His love? Whichever one of the three Alabasterpaw chose in the end, it was certain that it couldn't end well. Their relationship was doomed to fail before it ever began... that was obvious.
　
Yet Alabasterpaw was so sure she could make it work. So certain that, given time, given just a little bit more experience, they could make this work out. So what had she done? Forced herself on him. Forced him to accept her. To love her. To be with her. And eventually, she would force more and more until he broke. Until he cracked like thin ice. She knew it was going to happen, and when it did... the feline would be there to pick up the pieces. Because whoever was there when he snapped was going to be the one he held onto. All she had to do? Make sure that Asterpaw was completely out of the picture. Something she was counting on Bluepaw to do, too bad he hadn't been able to talk to her longer earlier... perhaps that evening, once the other two were asleep, they could meet. Among the trees in the territory or a quiet conversation on the training plateau.
　
The clearing was too risky and the apprentices' den was out of the question, but either one of those... might be just right. "That's right. You're just a darling, love - aren't you." Alabasterpaw purred, brushing her cheek with his, twisting around him in all sorts of awkward positions, but her soft touch... perhaps that would make it all worth it. So far? He hadn't pulled away. And he had been returning her affections. "I love it when you give me such sweet attention, Azulpaw - what is it your little friend used to call you? Zul? How about I start calling you that, hm?" The white cat purred, looking up at him with her crystal-like blue eyes. She had always been the type to push things. Push relationships. Push friendships. Push everything on other cats, and she was going to keep pushing her new sweetheart until he broke or she gave up and gave in. Either way... this was going to be a long, hard ride.
　
"What, um... what type of hurt? I, uh... I don't think I get your meaning, Bluepaw." Asterpaw's expression changed slightly, her brow furrowing with confusion for a moment. Please don't let him pick up on the lie. Please don't let him pick up on the lie. She was terrified he would nip at her again. It was obvious who was the boss here - and it was also obvious that she held a certain amount of fear. From the way she seemed to tense, to the way her eyes would flicker away from him, or perhaps it was just her uneasy statements... her change in personality... that didn't have to do with growing up, it had to do with her worry and her fear of Bluepaw. Why, oh why had she gone to him? He should have been the last cat that she went to. But she had been too scared to go to Azulpaw. Too scared he would be disappointed in her, too scared that he would be angry.
　
Well... his anger she could deal with. She had dealt with it before. Sometimes their fights ended on a good note, sometimes a bad one. Sometimes one that broke Asterpaw's heart, but it was neither good nor bad. Just hurtful... in both ways. Bluepaw and her hardly ever fought. She backed off. Or she didn't start the fights in the first place, she cut them off before they could really get going. Everyone told her that 'you fought with the one you cared most about.' Was that Azulpaw? Probably. At this moment in time, he was definitely the one she cared most about. Not that those words were ever allowed to pass her maw. As far as she was concerned, Bluepaw was about to become her new care and she was going to be worried about him. Fuss over him. Fight with him, play with him, joke around with him. Although he seemed to want to be more touchy-touchy then anything else.
　
Asterpaw had never been a touchy cat. She didn't like being touched. But, it would appear that she was going to have to get used to it was this relationship with Bluepaw going to work out. And as long as she could keep it working out, Azulpaw would be safe. Alabasterpaw would be happy. Bluepaw would be happy. She would be... happy, sort of. Happy that her friend was safe. Happy that her sister would settle down and stop being a maniac - who knew? Perhaps they could start rebonding. Although it would be a while before Asterpaw was willing to trust anyone again. Before she was willing to give away her secrets again, and honestly? She didn't know how much she even trusted Azulpaw anymore. Because she thought she knew him, and apparently she had been wrong. And then, in the next second... she was speaking about her feelings to Bluepaw, feelings she hadn't been planning on saying.
　
"I just, I... I thought I knew Azulpaw. We were friends! B-but he's gone, an-and you st-stayed... and I, I... I don't know what to do... Bluepaw, I'm scared, everything's changing... why does it have to change so fast..." Her voice trailed off and she buried her face in Bluepaw's pelt. She needed comfort right then. He was the closest one to give it to her. He was the only one to give it to her. Maybe he wouldn't mind giving it to her, maybe he didn't mind her feelings, maybe he could help her... which brought more raw emotion spilling out of her maw. "Somebody help me." Her voice wasn't quiet, it was loud enough for others to hear - but at the same time, it sounded quiet. Like a shouted whisper. Asterpaw didn't know what to do. Right now, her mental state was fragile. She was scared. She despised this change, this change that was coming on so fast.
　
"Let's go. Now. Get me out of here, get me... get me away from them. I don't - I, um... I don't want to see Azulpaw right now, okay?" She looked away from where the white and grey cats were entangled. What was wrong with them? She lightly nuzzled the piebald cat, her throat feeling choked and she wasn't sure if she could breathe. Asterpaw was slowly slipping away... her mental state deteriorating into a whole other world, her eyes glancing around somewhat nervously, and then looking down. She didn't know what to do. She had never known what to do. Perhaps that was how she had gotten herself into this situation in the first place. And now that Asterpaw was in it? She would have given anything to get herself out of it. To get to someone safe. Someone like Azulpaw had been... but he could no longer be her north star. He could no longer be that cat for her. It was dangerous, and it was ripping her apart.
　
Maybe, it was time that they be done.

[RedHead]

With each new noise that was made, her ears swivelled around attentively and her icy blue gaze would narrow as her head turned in the direction of the noise. Her paws made no sound against the forest floor as she padded through the territory, taking in every detail with her eyes and ears. Midday was approaching and the sun was rising higher and higher with each passing minute. Auroraflame was out in the territory, patrolling the forest by herself. Although she had been out here many times before, she had never really had the chance to slow down and notice every little thing about SkyClan’s territory. Now that she was alone and relaxed, she could do what she wanted to do without having to worry about her clan mates. She had already organised patrols and now she had a few hours of free time before she returned to camp.

The scent of nature’s gifts filled her nostrils as she slowed down and breathed in the air. Nothing calmed her down better than the air of the territory. Somehow, it was different. It calmed her down and made her feel at peace. Everything was fine, there was nothing peculiar going on and there were no strange scents. Auroraflame continued to stroll through the territory, her gaze calm although her claws unsheathed in case something were to unexpectedly attack her. The deputy was always prepared for the worst. No matter where she was, she was always going to be ready for something to attack her. Some might say she’s a bit paranoid. She’s not, she’s just extra careful. That’s Auroraflame for you, organised and cautious.

The ebony feline was about to sit down next to a small stream when suddenly a gust of wind flew past and an unfamiliar scent hit her. It was strange. It didn’t smell like a usual cat scent, it smelt like something mixed with water from a stream. Her eyes widened and her teeth clenched. Narrowing her icy blue orbs, she whipped around and started heading in the direction of the scent. A low growl rumbled from the back of her throat as she padded briskly through the trees. Hopefully it wasn’t another Syndicate cat. She was absolutely sick of seeing them. She had had too many encounters and problems with them in the past few moons and now she was willing to do whatever she had to to avoid seeing one. Honestly, Auroraflame could be quite scary when she was hostile. She was normally the friendly face around camp that everyone liked to talk to, but when she was guarded and about to face trouble, she wasn’t very nice. Her darker side was harsh and she hated having to bring it out. But she would if it meant defending her clan. She just needed to know who she was defending it against. A badger? A fox? A dog? Or a cat? She was going to find out soon, as she could smell the scent becoming stronger and stronger.

Finally, the scent became strong enough for her to tell that she was right next to the enemy, whoever it was. Ducking behind a thick bush, she peered through the leaves and searched for the source of the scent. Her eyes widened curiously as she saw it was a cat. Strangely enough, the inky deputy felt like she knew them. Not wanting to waste another second, she jumped out in front of the cat. The expression on her face was stone cold and unfriendly and her gaze didn’t waver as she stared calmly at the cat. "Who are you and what are you doing on SkyClan territory?” Auroraflame asked, her voice was firm and the authority was clear in it. As she spoke the words, the deputy couldn’t push down the nagging feeling that she knew this cat. She scanned him over and over again until finally, something clicked and an eye raised in realisation. She knew who he was. Most of the cats in SkyClan did.
"L-Lemonstar?”


Suddenly, a stronger cat scent enveloped the golden tom. Someone is out here... Lemon paused in his walking, eyes scanning quickly around to find someplace, any place to hide. This cat was a Skyclanner, and female as far as Lemon could tell from her scent. And she was advancing quickly. He was about to dive sideways into a bush when the feline leaped out in front of him. Unbalanced, Lemon fell to the ground, his head hitting it hard. The large tom slowly sat up, trying to refocus his gaze as the images around him twirled and split. He saw two black-furred felines in front of him, both with the same icy blue eyes. And he was highly confused, as he had only scented one cat heading towards him. Soon enough, his vision cleared, and he was able to see that it was only one dark-furred warrior. Her icy eyes bored into him, hostility shining in their depths. A spark of hope ignited in Lemon's chest. Maybe she doesn't recognize me!

He certainly recognized her though. When he first became deputy, he had made it his goal to match every cat's name with their appearance in his clan. This dark-furred feline was Auroraflame, he knew that much. He waited, hoping that she didn't double-take and realize it was him. When her eyes widened in recognition, Lemon's hopes were crushed, brought down by that all familiar look of "I know who you are." Pretty much everyone in his old clan did. He wasn't that type of cat that could just slide under the radar any longer. Well, to be truthful, he had never really been that cat. He was just too tall, too handsome, too flirty. He really regretted his social lifestyle at this moment. Because if he had been reserved, then maybe he wouldn't be recognizable. But then again, being leader had made him recognizable to all the cats.

Taking a deep breath, Lemon stood up, raising himself to his full height. Lemonstar. How he missed his old name. It had made him feel powerful, made him feel protective. So he decided that he wouldn't mind if Auroraflame called him that, for now at least. "Yep. That's me." He meowed, ears flattening. "How's it been Auroraflame?" He had so many questions he wanted to ask her. Like how were his siblings? How was his father doing? Who was the new deputy of Skyclan? How was Grousestar faring? Was Tawnybird doing well? And his other friends? How was Brindlepaw? Though his former apprentice was probably a warrior by now. But, he decided to let her talk first. She deserved an explanation for where he had been. A big one.

[Empress Of Evil]

Suddenly, a stronger cat scent enveloped the golden tom. Someone is out here... Lemon paused in his walking, eyes scanning quickly around to find someplace, any place to hide. This cat was a Skyclanner, and female as far as Lemon could tell from her scent. And she was advancing quickly. He was about to dive sideways into a bush when the feline leaped out in front of him. Unbalanced, Lemon fell to the ground, his head hitting it hard. The large tom slowly sat up, trying to refocus his gaze as the images around him twirled and split. He saw two black-furred felines in front of him, both with the same icy blue eyes. And he was highly confused, as he had only scented one cat heading towards him. Soon enough, his vision cleared, and he was able to see that it was only one dark-furred warrior. Her icy eyes bored into him, hostility shining in their depths. A spark of hope ignited in Lemon's chest. Maybe she doesn't recognize me!

He certainly recognized her though. When he first became deputy, he had made it his goal to match every cat's name with their appearance in his clan. This dark-furred feline was Auroraflame, he knew that much. He waited, hoping that she didn't double-take and realize it was him. When her eyes widened in recognition, Lemon's hopes were crushed, brought down by that all familiar look of "I know who you are." Pretty much everyone in his old clan did. He wasn't that type of cat that could just slide under the radar any longer. Well, to be truthful, he had never really been that cat. He was just too tall, too handsome, too flirty. He really regretted his social lifestyle at this moment. Because if he had been reserved, then maybe he wouldn't be recognizable. But then again, being leader had made him recognizable to all the cats.

Taking a deep breath, Lemon stood up, raising himself to his full height. Lemonstar. How he missed his old name. It had made him feel powerful, made him feel protective. So he decided that he wouldn't mind if Auroraflame called him that, for now at least. "Yep. That's me." He meowed, ears flattening. "How's it been Auroraflame?" He had so many questions he wanted to ask her. Like how were his siblings? How was his father doing? Who was the new deputy of Skyclan? How was Grousestar faring? Was Tawnybird doing well? And his other friends? How was Brindlepaw? Though his former apprentice was probably a warrior by now. But, he decided to let her talk first. She deserved an explanation for where he had been. A big one.


The she-cat watched as the tom fell down on the ground and hit his head. For a moment, she was going to help her, but a little voice in her head stopped her before she did so. Maybe he was just acting, maybe it was just to get her to remove her guard. She was a careful cat, she didn’t let others sway her mind quite that easily. But what if he actually is hurt? She thought. Guilt and uncertainty clawed at her. Even if he was acting, maybe it would be better to ask. “Are you alright?” Auroraflame asked, concern floating in his icy orbs. About a minute after, he was fine again and Auroraflame pushed away the concern. Although she was still slightly worried for the tom, she put on a hostile look but didn’t get rid of the worry inside her.

Once she’d been given clarification of who he was, relief and joy flooded into her. She got rid of the unfriendly look and in its place, put a bright smile. This was great! He was back! Like him, she too had many questions to ask. But most importantly, she wanted to know where he’d been and if he was going to stay. She opened her mouth to speak when suddenly, he said her name. What? How did he know who she was? Or maybe, during his leadership he had taken the time to learn everyones name and appearance. That’s what Auroraflame was doing, and she was pretty sure that Grousestar was to. The ebony she-cat was quite good at learning and remembering all her clan mates names and appearances, but she hadn’t talked to all of them. Most of the time, she would talk to those she knew and every now and again she would search for a new friend.

“O-Oh yeah it’s been great! We moved territories after we saved the other clans. Turns out there are four other clans. ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan and WindClan. We also had a big battle against the Dusk Syndicate, who are our unfriendly neighbours. Once we’re back at camp, I can give you all the little details. Or you can go ahead and ask any questions now, I have time,” Auroraflame said, flashing him a big grin. The inky deputy was assuming that he would be returning to camp. Surely he would want to return home after being wherever he had been for the past few moons. “Where have you been?” Auroraflame asked, using a tone that was filled with curiosity. She would respect his wishes if he didn’t wish to tell, but some sort of an explanation would be nice. She knew that the rest of the clan would want one too. If they knew she’d found him. Maybe Lemonstar didn’t wish to have the clan know he’d been here. She would respect whatever decision he made.

[Brilliance]

Azulpaw's sarcasm and attitude were amusing to Alabasterpaw, which might be part of the reason that she liked him so much - or had herself convinced that she did. Her hues sparked with interest at his words and, as usual, she gave one of her sparkling laughs. To most toms it was like hearing sweet music, and she was hoping over time... perhaps he would look foward to it and do his best to make her laugh. Just like every other tom in the Clan did. Just like she was hoping Bluepaw would do to Asterpaw, eventually. They would get over themselves and Azulpaw would soon be done with Asterpaw for good. Hopefully he would leave her alone, back off, and be happy with her. Right now she didn't trust him to do that. Right now, she was nervous that at any second, Asterpaw could come and take him away. Little did she know her sister's fear of that had come true that very day.
　
Not that it mattered to Alabasterpaw. Nothing mattered to her. If it did, she wouldn't be in this situation right now and she probably would have a better love life then the one she currently was choosing. And over time, she would grow to trust Azulpaw. Trust. Something that Alabasterpaw gave to very few, and he would be a lucky tom indeed if he could pin that down from her. In her opinion, anyways. Any tom was lucky just to be graced by her presence, but he... oh, he would be blessed more then words could describe. That was the white feline's way of viewing it and she would never change that. See, in a way, the she cat was like an elder - set in her ways, headstrong, and unwilling to change. Yet for someone who didn't seem to like change, Alabasterpaw caused a lot of it. Maybe she only liked change if it was for what she believed to be the better.
　
"Oh darling, you know I live to get involved in things. And you want me to be happy, don't you? I mean, I'm a special cat... I deserve respect, don't you think? I can say whatever I want whenever I want to you, sweetheart. Because I run this. Understand?" The white cat pressed herself up against him, her purr rumbling in her throat, although a deadly glimmer was hidden in her blue hues. Yes, the she cat was a foe to look out for. An ally that you wouldn't want to pass up. And a love that, given these circumstances, you would never forget. Azulpaw had her as all three of these things, so what would happen next was practically unpredictable. Would she be his ally? His foe? His love? Whichever one of the three Alabasterpaw chose in the end, it was certain that it couldn't end well. Their relationship was doomed to fail before it ever began... that was obvious.
　
Yet Alabasterpaw was so sure she could make it work. So certain that, given time, given just a little bit more experience, they could make this work out. So what had she done? Forced herself on him. Forced him to accept her. To love her. To be with her. And eventually, she would force more and more until he broke. Until he cracked like thin ice. She knew it was going to happen, and when it did... the feline would be there to pick up the pieces. Because whoever was there when he snapped was going to be the one he held onto. All she had to do? Make sure that Asterpaw was completely out of the picture. Something she was counting on Bluepaw to do, too bad he hadn't been able to talk to her longer earlier... perhaps that evening, once the other two were asleep, they could meet. Among the trees in the territory or a quiet conversation on the training plateau.
　
The clearing was too risky and the apprentices' den was out of the question, but either one of those... might be just right. "That's right. You're just a darling, love - aren't you." Alabasterpaw purred, brushing her cheek with his, twisting around him in all sorts of awkward positions, but her soft touch... perhaps that would make it all worth it. So far? He hadn't pulled away. And he had been returning her affections. "I love it when you give me such sweet attention, Azulpaw - what is it your little friend used to call you? Zul? How about I start calling you that, hm?" The white cat purred, looking up at him with her crystal-like blue eyes. She had always been the type to push things. Push relationships. Push friendships. Push everything on other cats, and she was going to keep pushing her new sweetheart until he broke or she gave up and gave in. Either way... this was going to be a long, hard ride.
　
"What, um... what type of hurt? I, uh... I don't think I get your meaning, Bluepaw." Asterpaw's expression changed slightly, her brow furrowing with confusion for a moment. Please don't let him pick up on the lie. Please don't let him pick up on the lie. She was terrified he would nip at her again. It was obvious who was the boss here - and it was also obvious that she held a certain amount of fear. From the way she seemed to tense, to the way her eyes would flicker away from him, or perhaps it was just her uneasy statements... her change in personality... that didn't have to do with growing up, it had to do with her worry and her fear of Bluepaw. Why, oh why had she gone to him? He should have been the last cat that she went to. But she had been too scared to go to Azulpaw. Too scared he would be disappointed in her, too scared that he would be angry.
　
Well... his anger she could deal with. She had dealt with it before. Sometimes their fights ended on a good note, sometimes a bad one. Sometimes one that broke Asterpaw's heart, but it was neither good nor bad. Just hurtful... in both ways. Bluepaw and her hardly ever fought. She backed off. Or she didn't start the fights in the first place, she cut them off before they could really get going. Everyone told her that 'you fought with the one you cared most about.' Was that Azulpaw? Probably. At this moment in time, he was definitely the one she cared most about. Not that those words were ever allowed to pass her maw. As far as she was concerned, Bluepaw was about to become her new care and she was going to be worried about him. Fuss over him. Fight with him, play with him, joke around with him. Although he seemed to want to be more touchy-touchy then anything else.
　
Asterpaw had never been a touchy cat. She didn't like being touched. But, it would appear that she was going to have to get used to it was this relationship with Bluepaw going to work out. And as long as she could keep it working out, Azulpaw would be safe. Alabasterpaw would be happy. Bluepaw would be happy. She would be... happy, sort of. Happy that her friend was safe. Happy that her sister would settle down and stop being a maniac - who knew? Perhaps they could start rebonding. Although it would be a while before Asterpaw was willing to trust anyone again. Before she was willing to give away her secrets again, and honestly? She didn't know how much she even trusted Azulpaw anymore. Because she thought she knew him, and apparently she had been wrong. And then, in the next second... she was speaking about her feelings to Bluepaw, feelings she hadn't been planning on saying.
　
"I just, I... I thought I knew Azulpaw. We were friends! B-but he's gone, an-and you st-stayed... and I, I... I don't know what to do... Bluepaw, I'm scared, everything's changing... why does it have to change so fast..." Her voice trailed off and she buried her face in Bluepaw's pelt. She needed comfort right then. He was the closest one to give it to her. He was the only one to give it to her. Maybe he wouldn't mind giving it to her, maybe he didn't mind her feelings, maybe he could help her... which brought more raw emotion spilling out of her maw. "Somebody help me." Her voice wasn't quiet, it was loud enough for others to hear - but at the same time, it sounded quiet. Like a shouted whisper. Asterpaw didn't know what to do. Right now, her mental state was fragile. She was scared. She despised this change, this change that was coming on so fast.
　
"Let's go. Now. Get me out of here, get me... get me away from them. I don't - I, um... I don't want to see Azulpaw right now, okay?" She looked away from where the white and grey cats were entangled. What was wrong with them? She lightly nuzzled the piebald cat, her throat feeling choked and she wasn't sure if she could breathe. Asterpaw was slowly slipping away... her mental state deteriorating into a whole other world, her eyes glancing around somewhat nervously, and then looking down. She didn't know what to do. She had never known what to do. Perhaps that was how she had gotten herself into this situation in the first place. And now that Asterpaw was in it? She would have given anything to get herself out of it. To get to someone safe. Someone like Azulpaw had been... but he could no longer be her north star. He could no longer be that cat for her. It was dangerous, and it was ripping her apart.
　
Maybe, it was time that they be done.



One thing about Bluepaw was that he could sometimes tell when another is lying to him. But that was only when he knew the cat. It still felt like he was getting to know Asterpaw. Too bad he wasn’t Azulpaw, who probably knew more about the blue cat than he did. But, the past was the past, and didn’t it just make us all bitter? For Bluepaw, that was another story. He felt that the past made him stronger. A lot hefty, and full of...unpredictable surprises. So, as he stared at the blue feline in front of him, his eyes seemingly narrowed for a second, before they lit up once more. He cast a glanced towards the other two, pointing his tail in their direction. ‘’I thought I sense a bit of jealousy for a moment.’’ His voice was calm, quiet as he looked around his surroundings.

Could he be mad at her for being jealous--if she were? Surely not! Bluepaw knew that was bound to happen. Especially since she became best friends with Azulpaw, maybe she felt out of place when seeing Azulpaw with some other she cat instead of with her. And, that wasn’t just any she cat. It was her sister...her half-sister, but either way they were connected by a string of family. For Bluepaw, he hardly knew his mother. The fact that she raised him and probably was out there...doing starclan’s knows what. So, he settled himself down in the comfort of friends. Two good friends at the time; Azulpaw and Silverpaw. It was a shame that things had to go the way they did.

For a moment, the tom’s eyes started to cloud over just thinking about the past. He had missed times with Azulpaw and Silverpaw--but going back was hard, wasn’t it? He decided to remain stoic; the boss. Yet, a pretender to trick others making them believe how well mannered he is. His eyes traveled back towards the two cats, in all disturbing type of ways of cuddling, but his gaze was focused on the white demon. He found it absolutely foul that she had the way to erupt so many feelings within him that he couldn’t decide which one he wanted to feel. So, he snatched his gaze away and stood up, lashing his tail. He was about ready to go before he did cause havoc.

Bluepaw figured just the two of them could do something, and stay away from the other couple for a while, but he also wanted her to maintain a close relationship with Azulpaw. That was the only way the tom could hurt his old friend without having a reason to. It was all sorts of complications with them, but for now he had another to focus on. As he was set ready to go, even if she weren’t ready, he was ready to head off, start walking without looking back. He was certain she would follow him.

But, then he stopped. His head swiveled towards her as he heard her speak. The tom looked forward, rolling his eyes. ‘’Just what I was waiting for...someone to breakdown.’’ He muttered under his breath, but turned fully towards her offering a gentle smile her way. She was hurting about Azulpaw, and all Bluepaw could manage to do was simply listen and try to comfort her as best as he could. I had stayed, hadn’t I? He thought cockily. ‘’Well...that’s part of life, Asterpaw. Change happens whether you like it or not.’’ Then, he shut his maw instantly. That was enough talking for him. For a moment, he thought he sounded like Azulpaw. As time changes, cats change. That would be something Azulpaw said, and it made the piebald tom sick to his stomach. ‘’I guess destiny has a different path in life...for us.’’ He spoke. He hoped that would help her stop sulking. The tom wasn’t great at consoling others, and yet he felt that she didn’t have a reason to be sad anyway. Hadn’t they already established Azulpaw was a jerk?

Upon her next words, a small smile graced his face, and he gave her a quick nuzzle before turning back around and flicking his tail. ‘’Yes, of course, we can go somewhere else. We don’t even have to see them for the rest of our lives. Honestly, I believe you and I will be much happier on our own…’’A purr escaped his maw from his incessant rambling state, as he forced himself to stop before he said anything that might be...out of line, in a way.

‘’Trust me, with me around you’re never going to see Azulpaw ever again.’’ He said, promising because...he did know how to keep a promise. Unlike the tom behind him who, who hurt Asterpaw in ways that he didn’t notice. Bluepaw felt that he would never find himself hurting the blue beauty. She was to be caressed, handled gently like a queen. Yup, Bluepaw knew he could do that.

Thinking of the grey feline, the tom that was near Alabasterpaw continued to soak in her affections. He caught whiffs of her scent, overpowering his maw, but it wasn’t like she smelled bad. She actually smelled pretty good, desirable, even. Azulpaw imagined her to smell like deceit, lies, death--did those even have a scent marker? Well, if they did perhaps it was the smell lingering on her now. That almost made Azulpaw laughed, but he didn’t. And, if he had any reason to laugh, it would be the small prickles of her fur making his nose tingle. Her fur was delicately soft, something he wouldn’t mind cuddling every now and then, but she had a different touch than Asterpaw’s--something he could not decipher, nor did he want to.

Azulpaw watched as the other two left, from his peripheral vision. Did they really leave and left him with this insane monster? The tom almost felt his heart beating too fast, but knowing Alabasterpaw she would probably think it was for her. So, he had to remain cool and collected. Respectful, kind, perhaps even flirty with her. He never trusted Alabasterpaw to be alone with her. He liked the company of others around them, something that made him feel safe. ‘’It takes two to be happy don’t you-’’ Stop. Rephase that. Now, Azulpaw knew he had to be cautious. He truly did not think Alabasterpaw would kill him, but hurt him? Exactly. And, though the tom felt he could take her own, he never found himself hurting a she cat. Not because he thought they wouldn’t be matched in strength to him, but he loved she cats. They were pretty to look at, graceful, darling things, and sweet to the core. Most of them, at least. Besides that, Alabasterpaw was Asterpaw’s sister. No matter what, they will be family, and family shouldn’t cause harm to one another. So, the tom stepped off. Perhaps, he was trying to keep them both safe. ‘’Of course, I want you to be happy. You’re...my source of happiness.’’ His voice was quiet, meek. Badly, he wanted to tell her off, and give some type of slick retort, but the game was over.

She had won. That’s funny and demented to think. That Alabasterpaw had won. Saying she won, was like saying The Dusk Syndicate won, and they clearly lose the battle. And, right now he was with the she cat that was a traitor. That rather have him dead than one of her enemies. As he continued to think more about this, Azulpaw knew what he was getting into was quite delirious, very extremely peculiar. ‘’You do not-’’ His voice was laced with frustration the first time. If she thought he was going to be her mindless puppet, she had to be dead wrong. That’s not what Azulpaw had agreed to when he said he would love her. Love...it’s such a terrible thing. ‘’Okay. Whatever you say, love.’’ His teeth was clenched, breathing in deeply, but he understand that she wanted power. As long as he got to do whatever he pleased, he would be fine with her and whatever she was rambling about.

The grey tom tried to keep up with her movements, the brushing, the affections, it was moving too fast for him. It was making his head dizzy, and for a moment he felt that he was on cloud nine. So, much softness had enveloped him, and he didn’t want to give it up any time soon. It was complicated now at this point. He knew he didn’t love Alabasterpaw--dearly, he tried. He didn’t even like her! Yet, again, he tried. Everything was changing around them. And, for once, this tom despised the changes. Perhaps she was right...she had messed him up pretty good, and therefore the only she cat that would want him would be her. She would pick him up, take him back, and morph him into something different. He had been her toy. Something she dearly bought torment on. So, though a tragedy, he was grateful that at least one she cat still wanted him despite it being the one she cat that caused this entire mess in the first place.

So, the tom succumbed to knowing that feeling. That she was--perhaps--the only one that would want him. And, as for Asterpaw? He wanted to hold on, but at this point, it was time for things to go another course. But, he never would forget the memories they shared, or the feelings he had developed. Possibly those were real feelings--for a the real one he wanted. This was something Alabasterpaw couldn’t get to. His mind, nor his soul. She might can take his heart, but his soul was something she would never obtain.

‘’Yeah...sure, knock yourself out.’’ His voice was quiet, a small smile gracing his maw as he blinked his scarred eyes. Where had the day gone? The time went? ‘’Do whatever makes you happy, love.’’

{We can end this here, if you’d like <3 A perfect beginning to their terrible choices xD }

[EchoingProphecies]

(Ello! I'm quite new here, so I hope you don't mind if I just hop in! x3 I'll give my character's desc since I don't have that set up yet x3)

Name: Echopool
Gender: Female
Age: 24 moons (1 year)
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Skyclan (Obviously)

Personality: Stubborn and sarcastic, Echopool has no problem being aggressive if need be. Echopool can be very kind, however, and has a soft spot for kits. She is very observant, yet she can be clumsy. Echopool is completely dorky most of the time, and is walking irony. She loves beautiful things and is a very adventurous and curious she-cat, who will protect the ones she loves at any cost.

Appearance: Beautiful she-cat with pure white fur and large icy blue eyes. She has medium-length fur, and when wet, can slow her down when running. Echopool is very lithe and agile with a small frame. She has very strong hind legs, and is an excellent jumper and excels in climbing trees. She is a fast runner. She isn't the best at hunting, since her fur is very visible. She is very good at fighting, but is weaker than most cats. She is skilled and uses strategy to her advantage, as well as her own agility and can turn her opponent's strengths into weaknesses. Echopool isn't one for fighting, though she is snarky enough to provoke somebody to fight her, which has only happened once, mind you.

Likes: Snow, Birds and Squirrels, That after-rain smell, Exploring.
Dislikes: Soggy fur, Ignorant Cats, and When she can't fight somebody she reaaaally wants to because it's the rules.

[ChameweonRainbow]

Silence seemed to fall between the two as Grousestar questioned if the tom was truly willing to leave everything he knew behind to start a new life as a loner and the leader felt that perhaps he did hurt the toms feelings, but at the moment, he just wanted to make sure that this tom truly knew what he was doing. That he knew the gravity of the situation and how permanent of a choice this truly was. His emerald gaze stared forward into the territory as they made their way closer and closer to the border.
Swiveling his ears as he finally heard the tom speak up, he didn't turn his head to look at him. Exhaling slowly through his nose, Grousestar nodded his head and said nothing more to Neverfalter. It seems that his mind truly is made. His gaze flickered to the ground for a moment before he glanced over as the warrior made the inquiry about Starclan.
"I..."
Sighing quietly, the tom looked forward again.
"I cannot speak for our warrior ancestors, nor can I predict whether they'll abandon you or not. But I believe they'll continue to watch over you,
even if you are no longer a warrior. You will never be truly alone, for you were a good warrior with a true heart, they have no reason to abandon you."
The border is now approaching, the forest thinning as they reach the edge of Skyclan's territory. Slowly reaching the border, the leader would stop and look to Neverfalter with a faint, sad smile. "I wish you luck Neverfalter and it was a pleasure having you as a warrior for my clan."

Neverfalter walked over and gave Grousestar a lick on the shoulder, a sign of respect. He backed away and turned to go. He turned his head to gaze back softly at his soon to be ex-leader. "I thank you Grousestar, for everything."

Without another word, the three-legged tom crossed the border, his clan life left behind;embedded in the three pawprints at the edge of Skyclan.

[blank_bleh]

Honeypaw sat a few tail lengths from the camp entangle awaiting Hareclaw.
Her long fawn colored tail flicking impatiently , she didn't like waiting the she-cat would much rather be up and about . Huffing she looked up at the sky her whiskers twitching as she pondered what they would be doing today . She hoped for a hunting lesson exploring the territory seemed boring to her though she understood the why it was important.
( Fern)

[ShiningFern]

Honeypaw sat a few tail lengths from the camp entangle awaiting Hareclaw.
Her long fawn colored tail flicking impatiently , she didn't like waiting the she-cat would much rather be up and about . Huffing she looked up at the sky her whiskers twitching as she pondered what they would be doing today . She hoped for a hunting lesson exploring the territory seemed boring to her though she understood the why it was important.
( Fern)

Hareclaw exited camp quickly, appearing behind his apprentice. Tapping his tail tip on her shoulder, he mewed, "Are you having fun sitting there? Or would you rather have some hunting practice?" The gray tabby flicked his tail, looking at the sky. Only a few lazy clouds floated in the air, so he didn't have to worry about rain scaring prey. He looked back to Honeypaw, smiling.

[blank_bleh]

:(Hareclaw exited camp quickly, appearing behind his apprentice. Tapping his tail tip on her shoulder, he mewed, "Are you having fun sitting there? Or would you rather have some hunting practice?" The gray tabby flicked his tail, looking at the sky. Only a few lazy clouds floated in the air, so he didn't have to worry about rain scaring prey. He looked back to Honeypaw, smiling.

Honeypaw jumped feeling something hit her shoulder , her neck fur on end . Sighing she relaxing seeing as it was her mentor. " I didn't hear you approach ." She me owed as explanation for her hostile reaction towards him . " oh yes please " she grinned scrambling to her paws staring at Hareclaw waiting for him to show her what to do.

[ShiningFern]

:(

Honeypaw jumped feeling something hit her shoulder , her neck fur on end . Sighing she relaxing seeing as it was her mentor. " I didn't hear you approach ." She me owed as explanation for her hostile reaction towards him . " oh yes please " she grinned scrambling to her paws staring at Hareclaw waiting for him to show her what to do.

"I did that for you to remember to aware of your surroundings, sorry I frightened you Honeypaw." He mewed, watching as she stood up and looked at him attentively. He padded away from the entrance a bit, moving closer to a few trees. He crouched low to the ground, belly fur just barely brushing the ground and tail held level with his body. He stalked a small mouse, pouncing on it and snapping its neck carefully. "You try now, Honeypaw." He said, looking at the younger cat that stood nearby.

[blank_bleh]

She nodded sheepishly knowing she should have been paying more attention.Her bright green orbs followed him as he went near the small cluster of trees , taking in every movement he made wanting to mimic him exactly. She watched the way his muscles bunched right before he pounced , the way his tail was used to balance , etc. " oh okay!"
She chirped as he instructed for her to give it a try.

She padded over to Hareclaw and parted her mouth to taste the air , her ears perking up as she smelt a it's not her mouse. She flexed her small claws a it's not Herndon crouched down her underbelly brushing the grass . As the mouse chewed down on its meal she leaped . However as she did so her hind paw slidresulting in her to land right next to her prey on wobbly paws. As the mouse began to run away she frantically sipped at it wanting so desperately to catch something on her first try only to fail.
( Fern )

[ShiningFern]

She nodded sheepishly knowing she should have been paying more attention.Her bright green orbs followed him as he went near the small cluster of trees , taking in every movement he made wanting to mimic him exactly. She watched the way his muscles bunched right before he pounced , the way his tail was used to balance , etc. " oh okay!"
She chirped as he instructed for her to give it a try.

She padded over to Hareclaw and parted her mouth to taste the air , her ears perking up as she smelt a it's not her mouse. She flexed her small claws a it's not Herndon crouched down her underbelly brushing the grass . As the mouse chewed down on its meal she leaped . However as she did so her hind paw slidresulting in her to land right next to her prey on wobbly paws. As the mouse began to run away she frantically sipped at it wanting so desperately to catch something on her first try only to fail.
( Fern )

"That was a good try. It takes practice." He said encouragingly. He himself knew just how hard it was to hunt properly since he only really began to understand how in his late apprentice months, but he learned slower than everyone else. It wasn't that there was anything wrong, he was just born out of the clan. He smiled and mewed, "Crouch down again, and I will make sure you are positioned correctly. Then I want you to try again, alright?" The gray tom smiled, looking at the apprentice.

[RedHead]

Foxpaw was frustrated that, currently, Redpaw was winning the competition. His green hues sparked with determination and he continued onwards, not even thinking about the fact that it could be dangerous. He was thinking more along the lines of I need to win this. Need to show off. Have to be the best. Because otherwise, how would anyone like him? No one liked a losing cat. And cats liked Foxpaw, because he won... that was the only reason. Foxpaw couldn't think of a time he had lost and ended up friends with that cat. Yes, winning was pretty much what the tom based his entire self-worth on. Lost in his own thoughts, Foxpaw just barely heard Redpaw's yowl - but at that point, it was too late. "Did you say something, Redp-" The ginger feline's voice was cut off as the branch hit him in the chest... luckily not hard enough to cause any serious damage, but hard enough to make him fall.
　
The tom twisted in the air, struggling to grab hold of something - anything - and managed to sink his claws ino the tree bark. Slippery though it was, Foxpaw was stronger then he appeared and was able to hang on. Breathing a sigh of relief, the ginger tom realized he wasn't that far from the ground and flushed with embarassment. Simply letting go, he fell the few extra feet - low enough that he wasn't hurt - and took a couple of shaky steps. He'd hit a couple of branches on the way down, hard enough to cause bruising... but as far as major injuries were concerned, Foxpaw didn't believe that he had any. "Well, I think we should declare the one with the best landing the winner," Foxpaw mewed in an attempt to restore his damaged pride. At the moment he was pretty shaken up. Physically and mentally, so his voice shook a little as he spoke. At least his handsome appearance hadn't been altered.
　
That would be a true disaster. Foxpaw glanced up at Redpaw, watching her with his head cocked to the side. "You coming on down, beautiful, or should I rescue you from up there?" He asked with a semi-charming grin. Foxpaw considered himself to be quite charming... that was a matter of opinion, and while he might be good-looking to an extent, perhaps he wasn't quite as handsome as he thought.


Redpaw watched as Foxpaw was hit n the chest with the branch, but thankfully didn't fall all the way down. Her heart was beating quite fast, she had been terrified for him. What if something bad had happened to him?! Redpaw had already have one of her siblings die. She couldn't let another cat she cared about die. Redpaw would not be able to live with herself. Pulling her paw free from where it was caught, she bounded down the tree, anger contorting her features.

"You just got hit in the chest by a falling branch and you're asking me if I need rescuing?" She growled, her tail twitching back and forth. She wanted to slap that smug look off of his face, but she restrained herself, ears dropping as she sighed and looked away. "I'm sorry, I just can't have someone I care about dying again." Redoaw had allowed herself to care about this flirty tom. She really thought he was a great friend. But his act had scared her, and now, they were both kind of beat up.

"But I guess you do win Foxpaw." Dhe meowed, the playful spark once more in her eyes as she nudged his shoulder with her muzzle. "But how about we head back to camp? I think both of us have taken a beating from the branch." She looked over Foxpaw's pelt, looking at the twigs and leaves stuck in it, but also noticing his muscles and sleek, healthy fur. The ginger are-cat quickly averted her eyes, instead focusing them on her own fur. It as just as messy as Foxpaw's. And I just groomed this morning...

[Empress Of Evil]

The young tuxedo feline followed the older she-cat through the trees that filled the course lines of the territory, paws and legs flicking up lightly as she walked in a near trot, a step behind and to the side of Mousejump's tail out of habit for the way she had so often followed the spiritual form of Aconiteheart through these same woods not so very long ago.
She watched her paw steps as they padded against the floor, rhythmic and calming to her for a time until Ebonyfrost turned the sharp blue of her eyes up towards the form of the feline ahead of her. Mousejump. Her mother.
Since she had left the nest and the nursery and been assigned a mentor — even for a short time — to train as a warrior – and beyond that point to when she had been chosen to take the path of a medicine cat – the amount of proper conversations that she had with her mother had plummeted. Perhaps now that could be remedied.

Sensing the slowing of Mousejump's pawsteps, Ebonyfrost lessened her pace and eventually – as Mousejump stopped – came to pull up beside her and stand next to her.
The subtle flick of Mousejump's tail against her side startled the young tuxedo, causing her to tense slightly as she turned her head to face the older feline.
"As good as I can be, I suppose." She mewed, trailing her eyes along the form of the former queen's face, hoping maybe to see some kind of emotion. They remained out of her grasp though, hiding just out of her paws' reach, and so she carefully kept her face emotionless as well.
"And, how have you been?"


[It’s fine! <3]

Despite his slippery situation, the tom couldn’t help but wonder why the she-cat wasn’t moving out of his way. Surely it would benefit the both of them if she did? Hawkpaw knew that if he were her, he would move out of the way as soon as he got a chance to. The black and white apprentice liked to avoid danger and injuries at any cost. Of course, it was always interesting to see and study how someone’s body reacted to an injury, but that didn’t mean he liked seeing others get hurt. It meant more work for the medicine cat and the tom was sure that Ebonypaw already had enough on her paws, having to learn about all those herbs and what they did. The tom wasn’t even sure who was teaching her, seeing as Stormlight had left them before he’d taken on an apprentice. Maybe he would ask the she-cat if he ever got the chance.

His chance to ask the medicine cat came as he opened his eyes and identified the obstacle in his path. When he’d opened his mouth, he was going to ask her about how she was learning everything, but had quickly decided against it. Instead, he went with the usual and polite way of greeting others. He put on a warm smile as he waited expectantly for an equally warm reply. The surprise was sparked in him as he detected the lacking warmth in Ebonypaw’s tone. He had definitely expected anything but the blank tone she was using. Still, he kept the smile up and continued the beginning of this conversation. “How are you?” Hawkpaw asked politely, fighting the urge to let out a wave of questions. It wouldn’t make a very good first impression if he just drowned her in a wave of questions. He just needed a little patience. But he was always lacking patience when it came to taming his curious mind. He had so many questions and so many things to discover that it was hard for him to not start up a chat with a smart question.

As he waited for what he expected to be a blank and common reply, he decided to study the she-cat while he did so. Maybe he would be able to get to know something about her, even if she didn’t seem like the open type. She looked like one of those cats who kept their personal information to themselves. However, if he really was going to examine her, then he would need to move back a bit. He shuffled back a little so that their noses weren’t on the brink of touching and brought his tail around to wrap it around his paws.

[lone]

Redpaw watched as Foxpaw was hit n the chest with the branch, but thankfully didn't fall all the way down. Her heart was beating quite fast, she had been terrified for him. What if something bad had happened to him?! Redpaw had already have one of her siblings die. She couldn't let another cat she cared about die. Redpaw would not be able to live with herself. Pulling her paw free from where it was caught, she bounded down the tree, anger contorting her features.


"You just got hit in the chest by a falling branch and you're asking me if I need rescuing?" She growled, her tail twitching back and forth. She wanted to slap that smug look off of his face, but she restrained herself, ears dropping as she sighed and looked away. "I'm sorry, I just can't have someone I care about dying again." Redoaw had allowed herself to care about this flirty tom. She really thought he was a great friend. But his act had scared her, and now, they were both kind of beat up.

"But I guess you do win Foxpaw." Dhe meowed, the playful spark once more in her eyes as she nudged his shoulder with her muzzle. "But how about we head back to camp? I think both of us have taken a beating from the branch." She looked over Foxpaw's pelt, looking at the twigs and leaves stuck in it, but also noticing his muscles and sleek, healthy fur. The ginger are-cat quickly averted her eyes, instead focusing them on her own fur. It as just as messy as Foxpaw's. And I just groomed this morning...

At first, the ginger tom flinched at her harsher tone - his ears going back a little as she spoke. "Uh - maybe?" Yes. But just as quickly as she had come down the tree, which had made Foxpaw realize that she hadn't needed rescuing from him and making him feel kind of strange, her tone changed to a quieter one. Less sharp, and the words she spoke made Foxpaw transition quickly from at first a smile to a frown. Someone I care about, those had been words to put a smile on his face. But then she had continued with dying again. The words that put a frown on his features. Again? What did she mean, dying again? But at least he knew now that she cared. That was nice, right?
Not a lot of cats bothered to tell Foxpaw that they cared about him. Or it could be that a lot of cats don't care about you, his mind taunted. Foxpaw wished it had an "off" button so that he could get it to shut up and build himself up on it's own, but no such luck. He didn't comment on her statement about the whole 'someone I care about dying again' thing, He didn't want to talk about that. Just in case it was a sensitive subject for her but also, because Foxpaw wasn't much of a death kind of cat. During the battle he hadn't been too happy with all the fighting and he had never wished more that he wasn't an apprentice so that he could get out of it. As fast as possible, too.
But he'd needed to stay, to help his clanmates, and who knew? Maybe his presence had helped save the day. Maybe he was good at that sort of thing. Or maybe you're dreaming again, his mind butted in. Another moment passed before he heard her speak again, and nudge him lightly - which made him grin just the smallest bit. Despite the bruises from the branch - and the fall. That had been so weird, he hadn't seen it coming or anything... but then again he hadn't been paying attention. Oh well, it didn't matter. "Heading back to camp sounds good. I'll have to beat you again some other time," A purr rumbled in his throat as he spoke and he began padding a little slowly but surely back towards the camp. Now all he needed was a little rest before he would be fine.

[blank_bleh]

"That was a good try. It takes practice." He said encouragingly. He himself knew just how hard it was to hunt properly since he only really began to understand how in his late apprentice months, but he learned slower than everyone else. It wasn't that there was anything wrong, he was just born out of the clan. He smiled and mewed, "Crouch down again, and I will make sure you are positioned correctly. Then I want you to try again, alright?" The gray tom smiled, looking at the apprentice.

"Alright.." She nodded and crouched back down looking over at the tom , waiting for further instructions. Honeypaw sighed softly hopefully this time she'd be able to catch something.

[Panic]

@pupy
Pigeonfeather padded into the beginnings of the territory before glancing back for Ploverpaw.

[lone]

Asterpaw couldn't believe she had ever been so stupid. Going to Bluepaw had been one of the dumbest things she could have done, and yet here she was... with him. Snuggling up to him, acting as though they had been lovers forever. The blue feline could have cried out of frustration, but she didn't want this frustration to show. She wanted to keep quiet, make sure that Bluepaw was never aware of her frustration. But how could Azulpaw be with her sister? Her... half-sister. She was going to think of Alabasterpaw as less then family now, however that was possible, because her anger was so great.
　
Anger showed in her grey-green eyes as she sat alone. Technically she should have been asleep, in the apprentices' den next to her... companion, feeling more alone then ever before. How was she supposed to spend the rest of her life with a cat she didn't love? Because she was trying to protect Azulpaw. Because she wanted him to be safe. Because she thought this was the only way that would happen. She wanted him to be happy, to be loved... and it seemed Alabasterpaw was giving him that. Happiness and love. The blue feline padded through the territory, stars shining through the dark night... Silverpelt was definitely bright at that time. Gorgeous white stars twinkling against a dark sky, making Asterpaw feel small - but secure. At least StarClan was watching out for her. At least she had something to think about other then her currently broken heart. Messed up heart. Why had she been so stupid in the first place? That was the only thing she could think of, was how stupid she had been. How much she longed to be a warrior and for Bluepaw to be one as well, so she could settle into her life of slavery with him. At least she wouldn't be alone in that life.
　
Maybe, once she was tied down to Bluepaw, she could be friends with Azulpaw. Part of her wanted to see the grey tom. Honestly? If anyone had asked her, she would have said that he looked quite handsome at this point in time. The scars had added to his appearance and personality.
　
When they had first met?
　
Asterpaw had never thought of them becoming friends, let alone close ones. And now it seemed that things were going right back to square one. Despite her promise to Bluepaw, she wanted to speak with him so badly. As friends. To play, to joke around, to smile and laugh as they used to. To be the close friends that they used to be. To be the type of friends that Asterpaw had missed being so much. But Bluepaw seemed to be against it so much... and he didn't want to play with her, not really, anyways. She remembered how the grey tom had stood up for her when she had wanted to race.
　
Why?
　
Why had it been so important to him that she get to play with Bluepaw? Maybe he had just planned that. But Asterpaw thought he had looked hurt, she had thought... she had imagined... it didn't matter. He hadn't been hurt. Azulpaw was fine, he was just being a jerk to her - and what else was new? He was a jerk. The piebald tom she was now to spend most of her time with was twisting her mind around, making her truly believe that her previous half-interest was one of the worst cats around. And yet Asterpaw chose to believe what he said was true. Because what other choice did she have? If she disagreed with him, he would bite her again. And the one thing the blue feline didn't want was for the sharp sting of the tom's bite to touch her again.

Ever. Ever again. Grey-green eyes stared partly mournfully up towards the sky.
　
"Why are you doing this to me?"
　
Her expression was perfectly serious. But fear and anxiety soon distorted it. "What did I do? Whatever I did, can't I just... move on? I'm sorry I killed him already, okay? I'm sorry. I never meant to. I never wanted to. Can't you forgive that?" But the stars gave her no answer. First Asterpaw beat herself up about that, and now she believed everyone else was out to do the same thing. StarClan was. Bluepaw had been her only source of comfort in that time. "Did you really have to take Azulpaw from me too? What is that, part of my punishment or something?" The stars twinkled as though to give her some answer, but then stopped. No answer. No nothing. She wasn't going to get one in this life, and she might never get one. Asterpaw had done this to herself - whether she realized it or not. And now she was damaged. Beyond repair, for her... she felt as though there was no way out. It was an endless, vicious cycle of guilt and denial and emotion. Hard emotions, things she didn't want to deal with. And now Asterpaw was going to go through life without Azulpaw. Without him being her friend. She knew it, she knew... no matter how much she wanted him back... wanted him to be there right then... he wasn't going to appear out of nowhere. And he wasn't going to be her friend again.
　
It hurt, it stung like crazy, but it was Asterpaw's reality now. It was the reality that she had forced herself into, the reality that she wasn't going to be able to get out of.
　
"I want him back. Please, just... I want him back."
　
No answer. No magic process that she had been half-expecting. And so, the blue feline moved on through the night, a shadow of what she had been - and a shadow through the trees. Close to invisible but not quite. Although she might as well have been, from the way that she felt. Constellation

[RedHead]

The she-cat watched as the tom fell down on the ground and hit his head. For a moment, she was going to help her, but a little voice in her head stopped her before she did so. Maybe he was just acting, maybe it was just to get her to remove her guard. She was a careful cat, she didn’t let others sway her mind quite that easily. But what if he actually is hurt? She thought. Guilt and uncertainty clawed at her. Even if he was acting, maybe it would be better to ask. “Are you alright?” Auroraflame asked, concern floating in his icy orbs. About a minute after, he was fine again and Auroraflame pushed away the concern. Although she was still slightly worried for the tom, she put on a hostile look but didn’t get rid of the worry inside her.

Once she’d been given clarification of who he was, relief and joy flooded into her. She got rid of the unfriendly look and in its place, put a bright smile. This was great! He was back! Like him, she too had many questions to ask. But most importantly, she wanted to know where he’d been and if he was going to stay. She opened her mouth to speak when suddenly, he said her name. What? How did he know who she was? Or maybe, during his leadership he had taken the time to learn everyones name and appearance. That’s what Auroraflame was doing, and she was pretty sure that Grousestar was to. The ebony she-cat was quite good at learning and remembering all her clan mates names and appearances, but she hadn’t talked to all of them. Most of the time, she would talk to those she knew and every now and again she would search for a new friend.

“O-Oh yeah it’s been great! We moved territories after we saved the other clans. Turns out there are four other clans. ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan and WindClan. We also had a big battle against the Dusk Syndicate, who are our unfriendly neighbours. Once we’re back at camp, I can give you all the little details. Or you can go ahead and ask any questions now, I have time,” Auroraflame said, flashing him a big grin. The inky deputy was assuming that he would be returning to camp. Surely he would want to return home after being wherever he had been for the past few moons. “Where have you been?” Auroraflame asked, using a tone that was filled with curiosity. She would respect his wishes if he didn’t wish to tell, but some sort of an explanation would be nice. She knew that the rest of the clan would want one too. If they knew she’d found him. Maybe Lemonstar didn’t wish to have the clan know he’d been here. She would respect whatever decision he made.


Lemon rubbed his head with his paw, wincing slightly. There would be a bump, but it would be nothing too serious. "Yeah I'm fine, thanks for asking." He meowed politely to the black feline, placing his paw back in the ground. The large golden tom was quite surprised to see Auroraflane, when he had dispersed she had been but a mere new warrior. She was around his same age, young, and still full of life. If he had still been in Skyclan, Lemon assumed she would've been one of his favorite cats to flirt with. But, that wasn't the case. He was a loner now, a coward, cowering on the edge of his old clan's new territory, as to not be seen by any of them. With this inky she-cat now standing in front of him, Lemon felt even more guilty. For leaving without a word, even though it was against his will. The tom still felt as though it was his fault.

Lemon listened with ears pricked as Auroraflane explained about the other clans and this group called the Dusk Synducate. His ears flicked slightly when she said "once they were back at camp." Lemon supposed that she thought he was coming back to Skyclan. What a disappointment he would seem to her when he had to decline her offer. But the mentions of other clans in the area baffled the golden cat. He knew he had smelled some new, interesting scents in the area, like that of his own clan, but he had never suspected there would be other clans. Or even a group of what Auroraflame described as hostile rogues. He decided to take her up on her offer of asking questions now. And the most important questions came first. "How's my family? And Grousestar? Is he handling leadership?" True concern sparked in his yellow eyes, and you could truly see how much Lemob cared for those close to him. He didn't care about knowing about the other clans at this moment, all he cared about was knowing the current status of his friends and family.

At her own question, Lemon's eyes hardened as he remembered what he had been through. "Let's just say that the Kittypet life wasn't done with me, and twolegs were searching me out. They got ahold of me while I was patrolling by myself in the territory one day, and they locked me in a monster's belly and took me far away from the clan." Lemon stood up and started to pace as he continued with his story. The ton had to be moving around otherwise his pent up anger for these twolegs would get the better of him. "When I escaped, I headed straight for the clan's territory. I was in an unfamiliar Twoleg place, but with the help of a few kittypets I made it to my old Twoleg village. I was able to navigate that easily with faded memories from my kithood, and soon made it back to the territory. But..." Lemon's eyes clouded over and he paused in his pacing, locking his golden orbs on Auroraflame. "Skyclan was gone." Lemon clearly remembered that time, when he had entered the old camp and there were no signs of his old clan. He had broken down, worried that they had all been killed while he was away. "I started to travel, to look for the missing clan. With the help of a few cats along the way, I was finally able to track down your new territory. I arrived here, about a moon ago." Lemon finished his story, sitting down once again, a defeated look entering his eyes. "But I'm definitely too late. I'm not sure anyone even remembers me."

[Empress Of Evil]

Lemon rubbed his head with his paw, wincing slightly. There would be a bump, but it would be nothing too serious. "Yeah I'm fine, thanks for asking." He meowed politely to the black feline, placing his paw back in the ground. The large golden tom was quite surprised to see Auroraflane, when he had dispersed she had been but a mere new warrior. She was around his same age, young, and still full of life. If he had still been in Skyclan, Lemon assumed she would've been one of his favorite cats to flirt with. But, that wasn't the case. He was a loner now, a coward, cowering on the edge of his old clan's new territory, as to not be seen by any of them. With this inky she-cat now standing in front of him, Lemon felt even more guilty. For leaving without a word, even though it was against his will. The tom still felt as though it was his fault.

Lemon listened with ears pricked as Auroraflane explained about the other clans and this group called the Dusk Synducate. His ears flicked slightly when she said "once they were back at camp." Lemon supposed that she thought he was coming back to Skyclan. What a disappointment he would seem to her when he had to decline her offer. But the mentions of other clans in the area baffled the golden cat. He knew he had smelled some new, interesting scents in the area, like that of his own clan, but he had never suspected there would be other clans. Or even a group of what Auroraflame described as hostile rogues. He decided to take her up on her offer of asking questions now. And the most important questions came first. "How's my family? And Grousestar? Is he handling leadership?" True concern sparked in his yellow eyes, and you could truly see how much Lemob cared for those close to him. He didn't care about knowing about the other clans at this moment, all he cared about was knowing the current status of his friends and family.

At her own question, Lemon's eyes hardened as he remembered what he had been through. "Let's just say that the Kittypet life wasn't done with me, and twolegs were searching me out. They got ahold of me while I was patrolling by myself in the territory one day, and they locked me in a monster's belly and took me far away from the clan." Lemon stood up and started to pace as he continued with his story. The ton had to be moving around otherwise his pent up anger for these twolegs would get the better of him. "When I escaped, I headed straight for the clan's territory. I was in an unfamiliar Twoleg place, but with the help of a few kittypets I made it to my old Twoleg village. I was able to navigate that easily with faded memories from my kithood, and soon made it back to the territory. But..." Lemon's eyes clouded over and he paused in his pacing, locking his golden orbs on Auroraflame. "Skyclan was gone." Lemon clearly remembered that time, when he had entered the old camp and there were no signs of his old clan. He had broken down, worried that they had all been killed while he was away. "I started to travel, to look for the missing clan. With the help of a few cats along the way, I was finally able to track down your new territory. I arrived here, about a moon ago." Lemon finished his story, sitting down once again, a defeated look entering his eyes. "But I'm definitely too late. I'm not sure anyone even remembers me."


At his response, Auroraflame gave him a small smile. No matter who the cat, no one should have to be hurt. Or maybe they did, so they knew just how dangerous the world could be. But everyone needed someone to at least care when they were hurt. “Good,” Auroraflame responded with a satisfied smile. She quickly scanned him over to make sure he wasn’t lying. He seemed fine. Most cats said that they were fine when they were asked that question, even if they really weren’t fine. The deputy just liked to double check. The golden tom looked alright for a loner. He wasn’t completely scrawny and he looked presentable enough. Wherever he had been for the past few moons, he must’ve taken good care of himself. Well of course he would’ve! If he had to lead a clan for a few moons, taking care of himself would be no problem! Auroraflame thought, her tail flicking in amusement at the thought.

The concern in his eyes was clear to see as the ebony deputy quickly processed the words. She’d seen his family members around camp here and there but hadn’t yet found the time to fully see how they were dealing with Lemon’s disappearance. She’d already seen Grousestar around camp enough times that she didn’t need to think about he was doing. “Your family are all doing fine,” Auroraflame reassured, giving him a warm smile. “They miss you dearly,” the she-cat continued. It must be terrible, not being able to see your family for moons. The she-cat herself was often wondering how her sister was fairing in StarClan. “And Grousestar’s doing great! He is an amazing leader.” There was no doubt in her words as she let them spill. The clan would probably be falling apart without their leader. “You left the clan in good paws,” Auroraflame said, touching his shoulder with her tail. She wanted the tom to relax. Who knew what he’d been going through? Surely he would’ve come home wanting to just calm down and rest his paws? He didn’t need to be overwhelmed by things to worry about.

As he began to tell his story, she pulled her tail back, sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. She listened. It all sounded terrible but Auroraflame didn’t let it show on her face. Instead, she just kept a blank face. Once he was finished, she didn’t say anything for a moment and changed her expression to one of thought. “That sounds horrid,” she finally said, letting a shudder run through her. The inky she-cat could not possibly imagine what he had gone through. The thought of being lost, finally finding your clan’s territory only to see that everyone was gone, was shocking. If it had been her, she would’ve sobbed for days.
“A moon?” she repeated, her brows furrowing in confusion. “How come no one found you if you’ve been here for a moon? Surely one of the patrols would've found you? I mean, they get sent out to every area of the territory” she said, tilting her head to the side curiously. Had he been camping out in the territory unbeknownst to the clan? Or had been hiding around the border? Or perhaps he had been moving around so no one caught him. But why wouldn’t he want to be found? This was his home after all. Maybe she just didn’t understand his situation like he did. “You’re not late! I remember you! And I’m sure that many others will too,” she protested. She was certain that at least a few other cats would remember the tom. She knew that his family and Grousestar would. How could they possibly forget. Although she’d never really known Lemon that well and would’ve liked to know him, she still remembered him as though he were still part of the clan. Auroraflame didn’t forget her clan mates easily, whether they were in the clan or not.

[Brooklyn Trees]

[It’s fine! <3]

Despite his slippery situation, the tom couldn’t help but wonder why the she-cat wasn’t moving out of his way. Surely it would benefit the both of them if she did? Hawkpaw knew that if he were her, he would move out of the way as soon as he got a chance to. The black and white apprentice liked to avoid danger and injuries at any cost. Of course, it was always interesting to see and study how someone’s body reacted to an injury, but that didn’t mean he liked seeing others get hurt. It meant more work for the medicine cat and the tom was sure that Ebonypaw already had enough on her paws, having to learn about all those herbs and what they did. The tom wasn’t even sure who was teaching her, seeing as Stormlight had left them before he’d taken on an apprentice. Maybe he would ask the she-cat if he ever got the chance.

His chance to ask the medicine cat came as he opened his eyes and identified the obstacle in his path. When he’d opened his mouth, he was going to ask her about how she was learning everything, but had quickly decided against it. Instead, he went with the usual and polite way of greeting others. He put on a warm smile as he waited expectantly for an equally warm reply. The surprise was sparked in him as he detected the lacking warmth in Ebonypaw’s tone. He had definitely expected anything but the blank tone she was using. Still, he kept the smile up and continued the beginning of this conversation. “How are you?” Hawkpaw asked politely, fighting the urge to let out a wave of questions. It wouldn’t make a very good first impression if he just drowned her in a wave of questions. He just needed a little patience. But he was always lacking patience when it came to taming his curious mind. He had so many questions and so many things to discover that it was hard for him to not start up a chat with a smart question.

As he waited for what he expected to be a blank and common reply, he decided to study the she-cat while he did so. Maybe he would be able to get to know something about her, even if she didn’t seem like the open type. She looked like one of those cats who kept their personal information to themselves. However, if he really was going to examine her, then he would need to move back a bit. He shuffled back a little so that their noses weren’t on the brink of touching and brought his tail around to wrap it around his paws.


He had moved backwards. Curious, though not exactly unexpected, as a mere few moments beforehand they had been nearly touching noses. Ebonypaw quietly lowered herself to a sitting postition and loosely brought her tail forwards lay – barely covering – atop her two forepaws, keeping her eyes steadily on his, trying to find what the others saw there.
No luck.
She stopped looking.

"Good, I suppose." Ebonypaw mewed.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" She couldn't help but find it quite queer for him to be running so quickly. She could smell no fear or injury about him, and so the likelihood of him running from something was rather slim, leaving it more likely for him to be running to somewhere rather than from.

She waited, watching his movements as she waited for some response from him. His words were kind and lively, so unlike her own. In some unusual and curious way she was beginning to envy this about him. This pleasantness of voice that she did not possess. How ridiculous though, it was her own doing that brought her voice to how to it was, and her own decision to do nothing to change it. She wanted to hide the emotion in her voice, and she was succeeding. It was rather unlike her to want otherwise.

[Brilliance]

Asterpaw couldn't believe she had ever been so stupid. Going to Bluepaw had been one of the dumbest things she could have done, and yet here she was... with him. Snuggling up to him, acting as though they had been lovers forever. The blue feline could have cried out of frustration, but she didn't want this frustration to show. She wanted to keep quiet, make sure that Bluepaw was never aware of her frustration. But how could Azulpaw be with her sister? Her... half-sister. She was going to think of Alabasterpaw as less then family now, however that was possible, because her anger was so great.
　
Anger showed in her grey-green eyes as she sat alone. Technically she should have been asleep, in the apprentices' den next to her... companion, feeling more alone then ever before. How was she supposed to spend the rest of her life with a cat she didn't love? Because she was trying to protect Azulpaw. Because she wanted him to be safe. Because she thought this was the only way that would happen. She wanted him to be happy, to be loved... and it seemed Alabasterpaw was giving him that. Happiness and love. The blue feline padded through the territory, stars shining through the dark night... Silverpelt was definitely bright at that time. Gorgeous white stars twinkling against a dark sky, making Asterpaw feel small - but secure. At least StarClan was watching out for her. At least she had something to think about other then her currently broken heart. Messed up heart. Why had she been so stupid in the first place? That was the only thing she could think of, was how stupid she had been. How much she longed to be a warrior and for Bluepaw to be one as well, so she could settle into her life of slavery with him. At least she wouldn't be alone in that life.
　
Maybe, once she was tied down to Bluepaw, she could be friends with Azulpaw. Part of her wanted to see the grey tom. Honestly? If anyone had asked her, she would have said that he looked quite handsome at this point in time. The scars had added to his appearance and personality.
　
When they had first met?
　
Asterpaw had never thought of them becoming friends, let alone close ones. And now it seemed that things were going right back to square one. Despite her promise to Bluepaw, she wanted to speak with him so badly. As friends. To play, to joke around, to smile and laugh as they used to. To be the close friends that they used to be. To be the type of friends that Asterpaw had missed being so much. But Bluepaw seemed to be against it so much... and he didn't want to play with her, not really, anyways. She remembered how the grey tom had stood up for her when she had wanted to race.
　
Why?
　
Why had it been so important to him that she get to play with Bluepaw? Maybe he had just planned that. But Asterpaw thought he had looked hurt, she had thought... she had imagined... it didn't matter. He hadn't been hurt. Azulpaw was fine, he was just being a jerk to her - and what else was new? He was a jerk. The piebald tom she was now to spend most of her time with was twisting her mind around, making her truly believe that her previous half-interest was one of the worst cats around. And yet Asterpaw chose to believe what he said was true. Because what other choice did she have? If she disagreed with him, he would bite her again. And the one thing the blue feline didn't want was for the sharp sting of the tom's bite to touch her again.

Ever. Ever again. Grey-green eyes stared partly mournfully up towards the sky.
　
"Why are you doing this to me?"
　
Her expression was perfectly serious. But fear and anxiety soon distorted it. "What did I do? Whatever I did, can't I just... move on? I'm sorry I killed him already, okay? I'm sorry. I never meant to. I never wanted to. Can't you forgive that?" But the stars gave her no answer. First Asterpaw beat herself up about that, and now she believed everyone else was out to do the same thing. StarClan was. Bluepaw had been her only source of comfort in that time. "Did you really have to take Azulpaw from me too? What is that, part of my punishment or something?" The stars twinkled as though to give her some answer, but then stopped. No answer. No nothing. She wasn't going to get one in this life, and she might never get one. Asterpaw had done this to herself - whether she realized it or not. And now she was damaged. Beyond repair, for her... she felt as though there was no way out. It was an endless, vicious cycle of guilt and denial and emotion. Hard emotions, things she didn't want to deal with. And now Asterpaw was going to go through life without Azulpaw. Without him being her friend. She knew it, she knew... no matter how much she wanted him back... wanted him to be there right then... he wasn't going to appear out of nowhere. And he wasn't going to be her friend again.
　
It hurt, it stung like crazy, but it was Asterpaw's reality now. It was the reality that she had forced herself into, the reality that she wasn't going to be able to get out of.
　
"I want him back. Please, just... I want him back."
　
No answer. No magic process that she had been half-expecting. And so, the blue feline moved on through the night, a shadow of what she had been - and a shadow through the trees. Close to invisible but not quite. Although she might as well have been, from the way that she felt. Constellation


It was night. The bright moon above with its many companions surrounding it. It was always nice at this time of night. Moon high, and this was what Azulpaw liked most. The quiet; the stillness; the way his mind was allowed to ponder without anyone bothering him. And, believe it or not, this tom was out for a little thinking of his own. He couldn’t sleep, and he left the comfort of Alabasterpaw’s cuddles in order to relive what had been going on for the last few moons. With Asterpaw slipping from him every chance, and getting close to Bluepaw, the tom felt disheveled. He shook himself like a dog, allowing the wind to slip through his pelt to cool him down. Aside from clearing his head, he was also hoping to get started on some training moves.

Through the night he had managed to find a couple branches, thick ones. Placing them on the ground and slashing at them to test out his blows. Many he had managed to not crack in half, but one he did manage to. Fueled on fury that was hidden inside him. A small spark at first until it ignited into something scary. His yellow eye grew the flames, and it made him feel...wonderful. The feeling of actually being in control without the sudden worries of knowing that Alabasterpaw was a cunning demon. Who didn’t deserve to live. Who didn’t deserve for him to love her.

Unknown to others, the tom was beginning to like her. Alabasterpaw wasn’t unbearable company. She could be fun to mess around with, and her fur was delicately soft, something he loved rubbing himself against. The only thing he couldn’t stand was her constant nagging. That was something he would had loved to get off of her. Besides that, their warrior ceremony was coming up.

That was what made Azulpaw lost in thought. The fact that he would have to spend his life with the feline that wanted to take his away. As he sat around the broken branches, he looked up at the star filled sky. Evidently, the North star would shine the brightest, which brought back bittersweet memories to the older apprentice. The fact that he felt he was still that North star, but eventhe North star swerved away from home. In fact Azulpaw tried his best to stay away from Asterpaw when she was with Bluepaw. He could make out the sparks in his hues of alert and possession which made Azulpaw stay in his own lane.

It was sad that he lost a friend, but he knew he couldn’t be mad that this had gone down. The only thing that made him perplexed was the fact of how it went down. What happened that made Asterpaw see differently of Bluepaw’s ways? That was a question that had been bothering him for the last couple days. But as this was going on, the tom remained his true self. Attitudinal, trouble-making, and wise to the core. It was known that Azulpaw could be pretty difficult, but he was still the same caring tom that Asterpaw knew.

Only...she didn’t know. It was complicated. When it came to their relationship. Azulpaw shrugged it off, believing that he had enough time away from the den, and wanted to go back to sleep. It was pretty late. The grey pelted apprentice stood up on all fours, stretching his limbs to their finest before he stalked back through the darkness. His dark eyes illuminated against his surroundings. Training at night was never a good thing. Or, a safe thing. Predators lurked around at night, but he wanted to improve his fighting stability. He knew Speckledspring was doing everything that she could to make him a great warrior. She was kind, and Azulpaw felt bad for a moment that she had to deal with his senseless slickness, but then brushed it off like he did with everything nowadays.

With his scars outlining against his pelt, and the soft moonlight glowing upon him, he made his way around the territory on light paws. Stopping every once in awhile when he heard--or, thought he heard a peculiar sound. His tail had flicked, and once more he brushed it off. But it was still there. That noise--’’Is someone here?’’ Azulpaw stopped in his steps, glancing around. ‘’Why would someone be up this late?’’ He muttered under his breath, completely forgetting that he was also up this late, but he could hear the voice clearly. And, for a moment as he walked near it, he found the voice to be soothing. Much more familiar to him now.

‘’...Aster…’’ His voice fumbled around. He wasn’t too sure if it were her, so he pushed himself forward following her voice until he did spot her. Why was she still up? She was looking at the stars, muttering something that he didn’t catch. The tom didn’t think he was welcomed in her presence since he wasn’t...the nicest during their last encounter. Then again, Azulpaw didn’t really care. He would insert himself into her presence whether she liked it or not. Aside from that, he didn’t see Bluepaw anyway, so it had to be a good time for them to talk.

It’s like Starclan is giving me a second chance...he thought as he stood up and trotted towards her. Flicking his ears, the tom blinked his yellow gaze at her. ‘’Uh, you lonesome tonight?’’ His voice was smooth, becoming deeper as he age, and his pelt was pretty ruffled. Not that he minded how he looked. ‘’Are you alright?’’ He asked, taking a seat next to her without hearing her approval or disapproval that he approached her in the first place. ‘’I imagined that you must dearly miss my presence all too soon.’’ He said, his voice in a whisper. Something light. Something teasing. He just hoped she wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

{I imagined that they had this talk a few weeks later c; }

[lone]

It was night. The bright moon above with its many companions surrounding it. It was always nice at this time of night. Moon high, and this was what Azulpaw liked most. The quiet; the stillness; the way his mind was allowed to ponder without anyone bothering him. And, believe it or not, this tom was out for a little thinking of his own. He couldn’t sleep, and he left the comfort of Alabasterpaw’s cuddles in order to relive what had been going on for the last few moons. With Asterpaw slipping from him every chance, and getting close to Bluepaw, the tom felt disheveled. He shook himself like a dog, allowing the wind to slip through his pelt to cool him down. Aside from clearing his head, he was also hoping to get started on some training moves.

Through the night he had managed to find a couple branches, thick ones. Placing them on the ground and slashing at them to test out his blows. Many he had managed to not crack in half, but one he did manage to. Fueled on fury that was hidden inside him. A small spark at first until it ignited into something scary. His yellow eye grew the flames, and it made him feel...wonderful. The feeling of actually being in control without the sudden worries of knowing that Alabasterpaw was a cunning demon. Who didn’t deserve to live. Who didn’t deserve for him to love her.

Unknown to others, the tom was beginning to like her. Alabasterpaw wasn’t unbearable company. She could be fun to mess around with, and her fur was delicately soft, something he loved rubbing himself against. The only thing he couldn’t stand was her constant nagging. That was something he would had loved to get off of her. Besides that, their warrior ceremony was coming up.

That was what made Azulpaw lost in thought. The fact that he would have to spend his life with the feline that wanted to take his away. As he sat around the broken branches, he looked up at the star filled sky. Evidently, the North star would shine the brightest, which brought back bittersweet memories to the older apprentice. The fact that he felt he was still that North star, but eventhe North star swerved away from home. In fact Azulpaw tried his best to stay away from Asterpaw when she was with Bluepaw. He could make out the sparks in his hues of alert and possession which made Azulpaw stay in his own lane.

It was sad that he lost a friend, but he knew he couldn’t be mad that this had gone down. The only thing that made him perplexed was the fact of how it went down. What happened that made Asterpaw see differently of Bluepaw’s ways? That was a question that had been bothering him for the last couple days. But as this was going on, the tom remained his true self. Attitudinal, trouble-making, and wise to the core. It was known that Azulpaw could be pretty difficult, but he was still the same caring tom that Asterpaw knew.

Only...she didn’t know. It was complicated. When it came to their relationship. Azulpaw shrugged it off, believing that he had enough time away from the den, and wanted to go back to sleep. It was pretty late. The grey pelted apprentice stood up on all fours, stretching his limbs to their finest before he stalked back through the darkness. His dark eyes illuminated against his surroundings. Training at night was never a good thing. Or, a safe thing. Predators lurked around at night, but he wanted to improve his fighting stability. He knew Speckledspring was doing everything that she could to make him a great warrior. She was kind, and Azulpaw felt bad for a moment that she had to deal with his senseless slickness, but then brushed it off like he did with everything nowadays.

With his scars outlining against his pelt, and the soft moonlight glowing upon him, he made his way around the territory on light paws. Stopping every once in awhile when he heard--or, thought he heard a peculiar sound. His tail had flicked, and once more he brushed it off. But it was still there. That noise--’’Is someone here?’’ Azulpaw stopped in his steps, glancing around. ‘’Why would someone be up this late?’’ He muttered under his breath, completely forgetting that he was also up this late, but he could hear the voice clearly. And, for a moment as he walked near it, he found the voice to be soothing. Much more familiar to him now.

‘’...Aster…’’ His voice fumbled around. He wasn’t too sure if it were her, so he pushed himself forward following her voice until he did spot her. Why was she still up? She was looking at the stars, muttering something that he didn’t catch. The tom didn’t think he was welcomed in her presence since he wasn’t...the nicest during their last encounter. Then again, Azulpaw didn’t really care. He would insert himself into her presence whether she liked it or not. Aside from that, he didn’t see Bluepaw anyway, so it had to be a good time for them to talk.

It’s like Starclan is giving me a second chance...he thought as he stood up and trotted towards her. Flicking his ears, the tom blinked his yellow gaze at her. ‘’Uh, you lonesome tonight?’’ His voice was smooth, becoming deeper as he age, and his pelt was pretty ruffled. Not that he minded how he looked. ‘’Are you alright?’’ He asked, taking a seat next to her without hearing her approval or disapproval that he approached her in the first place. ‘’I imagined that you must dearly miss my presence all too soon.’’ He said, his voice in a whisper. Something light. Something teasing. He just hoped she wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

{I imagined that they had this talk a few weeks later c; }
A soft purr began to rumble in the apprentice's throat as she heard a familar voice behind her. For the moment, troubles were forgotten - as neither her half-sister nor her overprotective "love" were around, Asterpaw didn't have to be tense. Nervous. Watching her every movement, her every word, as though any one could result in catastrophe. "Nope! I'm not lonesome at all, why do you ask?" The blue cat mewed, keeping her voice from cracking. Okay, so perhaps she was trying to keep up a bit of a pretense with the tom... after all, something she didn't want him to know was how lonely she was at times.

How upset she was at times. There were times that Asterpaw felt as though she was never going to be a "normal" cat. None of the cats involved in this horrible mix-up were. There was a lot of trauma and fear involved at this point... and it scared Asterpaw to think that someday she might have to watch someone she cared about die because of it. Maybe Azulpaw would survive all of this, but what if she found someone else she cared for? What would happen then? Would Bluepaw refuse her the right to see them as well or what? A moment passed before she smirked, continuing with a more sarcastic comment - "That's a pretty lame pickup line, isn't it?" Followed by a laugh before she was caught off guard by his question. It was a deer in the headlights effect - Asterpaw's eyes widened and she froze for a moment, her brain seeming to shut off that part, expression changing before she managed to regain control and tried her best to seem as though nothing were wrong. Offstandish. Of course, it didn't work so well at first. "M - me? Alright?" For a second it looked as though she were getting ready to tell him the truth before she shrugged and grinned. "Absolutely." The only sign that she had realized Azulpaw sitting next to her was a quick flick of her tail, nothing else. She wanted to talk. But worry that Bluepaw was going to be watching over her shoulder, appear out of the shadows any second, kept her from speaking.

The blue cat took note of how he seemed to have grown even within the few weeks it had been since they had last spoken. He must be close to warrior age now - and Alabasterpaw would waste no time making him her mate. Naturally, she wouldn't want anyone else so much as looking in his direction. And, Asterpaw felt confident that as soon as she and Bluepaw were warriors... her fate was sealed as well. So much for the freedom she longed for, but could no longer have. It would be okay. Everything worked out for the best, right? Yeah... the best... trouble was, Asterpaw wasn't sure what that was anymore. His remark caused an almost instant reaction from her, a playful nudge and a quick smirk.

"Oh yes, I missed you so very much, master. Should I kiss your paws? Groom your pelt?" The she cat asked. Neither one of those things was appropriate, not with the dread that someone could discover them and report them back to Bluepaw or Alabasterpaw. Who knew? As far as she knew, she was being watched this moment. But the night was silent. Not so much as a leaf stirred, and she felt more confident that she and Azulpaw weren't being watched.

"Or does the master want a kiss?"

Her words were spoken in a confident, almost cocky manner, and her hues sparked with amusement as she said them. Part of her wanted to press fowards - the other part of her knew better. Her place was known in the relationship between her and Bluepaw and honestly, she knew better then to be here right now. Fear was strong, but her want for company - playful company - listening company - was stronger. Bluepaw had been good at comforting her at times, at others he had seemed bored with her mental breakdowns. A shadow crossed over her features as she thought about that, though it disappeared within a moment. This was not a time to think about sad things - it was a time for play. And, Asterpaw was more then ready to play with her friend. Her... north star. How long it had been since that day, and the blue feline almost missed those times. Scary though they had been, they had been partly good.

Good - and haunting - memories were attached. Though honestly, more good then haunting. Heartwrenching. Terrifying. But sweet and special at the same time, memories she would always hold close. A gleam of mischief entered the blue feline's eyes and she backed up a few pawsteps, before she leapt at her companion. Her claws were sheathed. Her eyes showed no manic pleasure, as Alabasterpaw's - just a glint of excitement and playfulness. It should have been obvious that she meant no harm... and she hoped he would see she was playing.

Though, after everything that had happened - who knew? She might end up with a few scars herself that night. But, she was allowed to be hopeful. And she was hoping that things were good at the moment.

[Brilliance]

A soft purr began to rumble in the apprentice's throat as she heard a familar voice behind her. For the moment, troubles were forgotten - as neither her half-sister nor her overprotective "love" were around, Asterpaw didn't have to be tense. Nervous. Watching her every movement, her every word, as though any one could result in catastrophe. "Nope! I'm not lonesome at all, why do you ask?" The blue cat mewed, keeping her voice from cracking. Okay, so perhaps she was trying to keep up a bit of a pretense with the tom... after all, something she didn't want him to know was how lonely she was at times.

How upset she was at times. There were times that Asterpaw felt as though she was never going to be a "normal" cat. None of the cats involved in this horrible mix-up were. There was a lot of trauma and fear involved at this point... and it scared Asterpaw to think that someday she might have to watch someone she cared about die because of it. Maybe Azulpaw would survive all of this, but what if she found someone else she cared for? What would happen then? Would Bluepaw refuse her the right to see them as well or what? A moment passed before she smirked, continuing with a more sarcastic comment - "That's a pretty lame pickup line, isn't it?" Followed by a laugh before she was caught off guard by his question. It was a deer in the headlights effect - Asterpaw's eyes widened and she froze for a moment, her brain seeming to shut off that part, expression changing before she managed to regain control and tried her best to seem as though nothing were wrong. Offstandish. Of course, it didn't work so well at first. "M - me? Alright?" For a second it looked as though she were getting ready to tell him the truth before she shrugged and grinned. "Absolutely." The only sign that she had realized Azulpaw sitting next to her was a quick flick of her tail, nothing else. She wanted to talk. But worry that Bluepaw was going to be watching over her shoulder, appear out of the shadows any second, kept her from speaking.

The blue cat took note of how he seemed to have grown even within the few weeks it had been since they had last spoken. He must be close to warrior age now - and Alabasterpaw would waste no time making him her mate. Naturally, she wouldn't want anyone else so much as looking in his direction. And, Asterpaw felt confident that as soon as she and Bluepaw were warriors... her fate was sealed as well. So much for the freedom she longed for, but could no longer have. It would be okay. Everything worked out for the best, right? Yeah... the best... trouble was, Asterpaw wasn't sure what that was anymore. His remark caused an almost instant reaction from her, a playful nudge and a quick smirk.

"Oh yes, I missed you so very much, master. Should I kiss your paws? Groom your pelt?" The she cat asked. Neither one of those things was appropriate, not with the dread that someone could discover them and report them back to Bluepaw or Alabasterpaw. Who knew? As far as she knew, she was being watched this moment. But the night was silent. Not so much as a leaf stirred, and she felt more confident that she and Azulpaw weren't being watched.

"Or does the master want a kiss?"

Her words were spoken in a confident, almost cocky manner, and her hues sparked with amusement as she said them. Part of her wanted to press fowards - the other part of her knew better. Her place was known in the relationship between her and Bluepaw and honestly, she knew better then to be here right now. Fear was strong, but her want for company - playful company - listening company - was stronger. Bluepaw had been good at comforting her at times, at others he had seemed bored with her mental breakdowns. A shadow crossed over her features as she thought about that, though it disappeared within a moment. This was not a time to think about sad things - it was a time for play. And, Asterpaw was more then ready to play with her friend. Her... north star. How long it had been since that day, and the blue feline almost missed those times. Scary though they had been, they had been partly good.

Good - and haunting - memories were attached. Though honestly, more good then haunting. Heartwrenching. Terrifying. But sweet and special at the same time, memories she would always hold close. A gleam of mischief entered the blue feline's eyes and she backed up a few pawsteps, before she leapt at her companion. Her claws were sheathed. Her eyes showed no manic pleasure, as Alabasterpaw's - just a glint of excitement and playfulness. It should have been obvious that she meant no harm... and she hoped he would see she was playing.

Though, after everything that had happened - who knew? She might end up with a few scars herself that night. But, she was allowed to be hopeful. And she was hoping that things were good at the moment.

Azulpaw let out a soft breath. So far, so good. The blue feline wasn't being aggressive with him, and she wasn't taking him seriously. Yet, did he actually hear a pure coming from her? Azulpaw cautiously slid his yellow hues to look at his old companion, taking in her form. The moonlight seemed to dazzle her pelt, lighting it up in a beautiful type of comfort. Azulpaw allowed his eyes to trail the side of her fur before he turned his head, staring at the stars. She wasn't his to stare at. But he liked what he saw. Alabasterpaw was pretty as well. But Asterpaw carried a certain fuel that made Azulpaw soar for a moment.

As the quiet settled within the both of them, the tom kept his attention on the sky. He kept his promise to be loyal and loving towards Alabasterpaw. Even when after they become mates which would be the inevitable to come. However, the grey tom knew that deep in his heart that it wouldn't last for long. She was Alabasterpaw for crying out loud! She would get tired of him eventually and throw him aside like no other. The only thing about that--would Azulpaw be happy or heartbroken about it? He did grow quite attach to the white feline from spending most of his days with her. Her constant affections, though it initially annoyed him at first. He knew he would get used to it against his own will.

“You're practically out here on your own. Shouldn't you be in the den with Bluepaw?” His voice was soft as he was serious. It was late at night for any cat to be out. Why was Asterpaw out? Granted, he had been out to practice some late night battle moves, but that had nothing to do with the blue feline. “Or, are you tired of him already?” He asked, a light teasing in his voice. The tom kept his voice low just to not awake anyone. He didn't want Bluepaw or Alabasterpaw to ruin his chance at talking to one of his closest friends.

At her next words, the tom felt himself slightly offended. He lifted a paw to his chest fur, ruffling out the small mane her was developing around his neck. “Did you just associate lame and me together? I feel triggered, Asterpaw. You don't always have to hurt my feelings every chance you-” his voice was cut off as he saw the other apprentice staring at him with her wide optics. He squinted his eyes wondering what was wrong with her. Certainly Asterpaw was acting weird, but she did calm down, and started talking again which have the grey tom something to look forward to.

It was a dangerous game that they were playing. Being here alone together even if the time most likely ran into the female during the late hours. It was times like this he enjoyed. They were almost warriors--having to been through so much...pain, distraught. Most of all, heartbreak. It was a surprise that they even made it this far in life. Especially for Azulpaw who had been struck down so many times, but was hoping to change his life around by nightly training. Sometimes training himself to the max until his muscles were sore in the morning, and yet Alabasterpaw wanted to mess with him dearly. It was good that she was alright. He liked when she was okay, despite being with Bluepaw, he figured she would be under a lot of stress. But at her next words, the tom as left baffled. He shook his fur--as if trying to display the fluffy fur that was growing around his neck for all to see. “You want to pamper me?” He purred, a deep, soft laugh emitting from him. “Well, aren't I lucky. Bluey might get jealous at the affection you're giving me.” One thing for sure was that his pelt did need a nice grooming. Something he was gonna do when he settled into his own nest but had no idea that he would run into Asterpaw at this time of night. His fur was dusty from the session he had given himself, and he began giving himself soft licks just to get a more satisfied appearance. “But, hey! If you're offering, I don't mind.” Another rumble in his throat. Another dangerous game that he was playing. He knew he should be worried about Alabasterpaw, yet he was calm. Like she wouldn't just hope out the trees and kill them. He kept himself close to the feline he missed, but he knew his limits.

Azulpaw remained faithful to the she cat that wanted to devour his entire being--

Oh!

What happened to the quirky feline he knew? Azulpaw looked away bashfully, unable to hide the deep clustering fleeing within him. “I won’t tell if you won't.” A secret was a secret, and he knew the she cat was toying with him, so he decided to play along. Because with them? It was always games. And, a part of him adored the games they played because it would bound their relationship that way. Azulpaw honestly felt that he was ready for anything.

The grey furred tom embraced the blue feline to tackle him. He was waiting on it. He knew it was going to happen, which was why he looked away when she began backing up. A hidden smile was placed on his face, and he counted down until she tackled him. He landed under her, her paws stayed sheath just to make sure she wouldn't hurt him. “How delightful of you to finally make your appearance.” He replied , giving her a haughty look. “Although, I'm kinda of disappointed, Asterpaw. Is that all you have?” He asked, and gently kicked up his hind legs to switch their positions. His paws stayed firmly on her chest as he looked down at her with glowing yellow eyes. He leaned down towards her for a second, analyzing her facial expression before he hopped off her.

[lone]

Azulpaw let out a soft breath. So far, so good. The blue feline wasn't being aggressive with him, and she wasn't taking him seriously. Yet, did he actually hear a pure coming from her? Azulpaw cautiously slid his yellow hues to look at his old companion, taking in her form. The moonlight seemed to dazzle her pelt, lighting it up in a beautiful type of comfort. Azulpaw allowed his eyes to trail the side of her fur before he turned his head, staring at the stars. She wasn't his to stare at. But he liked what he saw. Alabasterpaw was pretty as well. But Asterpaw carried a certain fuel that made Azulpaw soar for a moment.

As the quiet settled within the both of them, the tom kept his attention on the sky. He kept his promise to be loyal and loving towards Alabasterpaw. Even when after they become mates which would be the inevitable to come. However, the grey tom knew that deep in his heart that it wouldn't last for long. She was Alabasterpaw for crying out loud! She would get tired of him eventually and throw him aside like no other. The only thing about that--would Azulpaw be happy or heartbroken about it? He did grow quite attach to the white feline from spending most of his days with her. Her constant affections, though it initially annoyed him at first. He knew he would get used to it against his own will.

“You're practically out here on your own. Shouldn't you be in the den with Bluepaw?” His voice was soft as he was serious. It was late at night for any cat to be out. Why was Asterpaw out? Granted, he had been out to practice some late night battle moves, but that had nothing to do with the blue feline. “Or, are you tired of him already?” He asked, a light teasing in his voice. The tom kept his voice low just to not awake anyone. He didn't want Bluepaw or Alabasterpaw to ruin his chance at talking to one of his closest friends.

At her next words, the tom felt himself slightly offended. He lifted a paw to his chest fur, ruffling out the small mane her was developing around his neck. “Did you just associate lame and me together? I feel triggered, Asterpaw. You don't always have to hurt my feelings every chance you-” his voice was cut off as he saw the other apprentice staring at him with her wide optics. He squinted his eyes wondering what was wrong with her. Certainly Asterpaw was acting weird, but she did calm down, and started talking again which have the grey tom something to look forward to.

It was a dangerous game that they were playing. Being here alone together even if the time most likely ran into the female during the late hours. It was times like this he enjoyed. They were almost warriors--having to been through so much...pain, distraught. Most of all, heartbreak. It was a surprise that they even made it this far in life. Especially for Azulpaw who had been struck down so many times, but was hoping to change his life around by nightly training. Sometimes training himself to the max until his muscles were sore in the morning, and yet Alabasterpaw wanted to mess with him dearly. It was good that she was alright. He liked when she was okay, despite being with Bluepaw, he figured she would be under a lot of stress. But at her next words, the tom as left baffled. He shook his fur--as if trying to display the fluffy fur that was growing around his neck for all to see. “You want to pamper me?” He purred, a deep, soft laugh emitting from him. “Well, aren't I lucky. Bluey might get jealous at the affection you're giving me.” One thing for sure was that his pelt did need a nice grooming. Something he was gonna do when he settled into his own nest but had no idea that he would run into Asterpaw at this time of night. His fur was dusty from the session he had given himself, and he began giving himself soft licks just to get a more satisfied appearance. “But, hey! If you're offering, I don't mind.” Another rumble in his throat. Another dangerous game that he was playing. He knew he should be worried about Alabasterpaw, yet he was calm. Like she wouldn't just hope out the trees and kill them. He kept himself close to the feline he missed, but he knew his limits.

Azulpaw remained faithful to the she cat that wanted to devour his entire being--

Oh!

What happened to the quirky feline he knew? Azulpaw looked away bashfully, unable to hide the deep clustering fleeing within him. “I won’t tell if you won't.” A secret was a secret, and he knew the she cat was toying with him, so he decided to play along. Because with them? It was always games. And, a part of him adored the games they played because it would bound their relationship that way. Azulpaw honestly felt that he was ready for anything.

The grey furred tom embraced the blue feline to tackle him. He was waiting on it. He knew it was going to happen, which was why he looked away when she began backing up. A hidden smile was placed on his face, and he counted down until she tackled him. He landed under her, her paws stayed sheath just to make sure she wouldn't hurt him. “How delightful of you to finally make your appearance.” He replied , giving her a haughty look. “Although, I'm kinda of disappointed, Asterpaw. Is that all you have?” He asked, and gently kicked up his hind legs to switch their positions. His paws stayed firmly on her chest as he looked down at her with glowing yellow eyes. He leaned down towards her for a second, analyzing her facial expression before he hopped off her.

"Take it easy. I was just playing with you," Asterpaw half-laughed before her expression grew more serious and she looked almost worried. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings the other day, I... just wanted to talk to you. And, it was pretty much all I knew how to do to keep Bluepaw from being angry with me. He can be... scary sometimes." Her ears flattened as she recalled the time he had nipped her. Since then, there had been no other occasion like that, though Asterpaw could remember she had seen times where it looked as though Bluepaw were about ready to attack her. Or someone else. Her thoughts changed from her sometimes frightening constant companion to her current one.
　
Over the past few weeks she had noticed a change in herself and her feelings towards Azulpaw... though whether it had something to do with Bluepaw keeping her away from her companion or not was unknown. She would never know. "Bluey doesn't have to know." She shrugged. What had happened to Asterpaw? She seemed more different then she had in a long time. Back to not caring. Back to being playful and friendly and open... back to being the type of cat she had been. Part of her was surprised that he had responded in that way - after all, she had just meant it as a harmless joke. Though he were acting as though she actually meant to carry out her playful plan. "Uhh..." Her voice trailed off and she felt heat spring to her pelt. Which was why, in the next moment, she had decided to tackle him - it was a good way to halfway change the subject, at least to get it off of... that. Because Asterpaw was absolutely, positively sure that she could not bring herself to kiss Azulpaw. In any manner, joking or otherwise. Ever. It would be too embarassing and she... could already feel herself heating up. Oh StarClan, what if he noticed? Uh uh. No. She did not have crushes. She was completely safe from falling in love. She was not the type of cat to ever, ever, ever have a crush on anyone. Least of all her friend. The first time she'd had a crush had been disasterous, did she really want to relive that?
　
Nope.
　
Never.
　
It was a good thing she wasn't actually in love with Bluepaw, despite agreeing to stay with him... and she didn't know if she would ever grow to truly love him, but perhaps there was a way to work this out. After he switched their positions, Asterpaw's grey-green eyes softened. A smile played on her lips and she could feel her ears heating up once more when he leaned down towards her. She could feel her heart rate rising and was almost confident that he could feel it beneath his grey paws.
　
Every part of her mind was aware of how strong he was... handsome he was... and it only hurt more that he was with Alabasterpaw. She disliked her half-sister. What did he see in her? What had happened to cause a complete turn around? What, other then the fact that she's pretty, acts like a fool to make toms like her, and has that sparkling laugh? Asterpaw thought with a sigh. There was no way to compete with her half-sister. There was no competition... because Alabasterpaw would win it every time. She didn't stand a chance against a cat like her half sister, and she knew it. This went through her mind right after he got off of her - and her heart rate slowed. The lust that had been tearing through her mind seemed to lessen it's iron grip for a moment and her eyes went back to their normal state. What was he doing to her? "I, um, guess I - I owe y - you a grooming, c... correct?" Asterpaw stammered. Her ears had finally lost that uncomfortable heat and her heart rate may no longer be up, but it still felt like every word he said, every movement he made, with the knowledge that they could never belong together, sent claws of steel into her heart and mind. Her chest hurt. It was hard to breathe. Her stomach felt weird and worst of all, that uncomfortable heat would return at times. If Asterpaw didn't know better she would have thought she were dying. But no, sadly she knew all too well the familiar feelings of having a crush. Only this time, Alabasterpaw had stolen him before she ever got the chance to do anything. Before she had ever gotten to try.
　
Slowly, uncertainly, Asterpaw moved towards Azulpaw, her grey-green eyes carefully guarded - her only thoughts were do not let him know. Making sure she remained absolutely guarded, Asterpaw gently began to groom the tom's thick grey pelt. At first she was nervous - not really sure why she was doing this, and what if Bluepaw saw, or what if Alabasterpaw saw, but soon she gained more confidence and she was able to move quicker.
　
Every time she felt her tongue rasp over one of the horrible scars, she would flinch - and continue on more gently, lightly, almost like the butterflies in her stomach were making their way up to her mind, controlling her every movement and making it as gentle and soft as possible. Like she were a butterfly in herself. For the moment, she was contented. For the moment, they were safe... right now, no one could hurt either one of them. And Asterpaw liked it that way. She liked the feeling of security and comfort and gentleness she could feel. She liked the feeling that for once, somehow, some way, she was in control.
　
She controlled her future, not Bluepaw or anyone else. Though those feelings would disappear every single time Bluepaw was around her. He caged her down, clipped her wings, made sure that her spirit was contained and that she was obedient.
　
She wasn't allowed to fly. To learn. To suceed. To do anything, really, other then be with the tom and cater to his somewhat obnoxious wishes. She hated it. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to her... and sometimes, like now, she wondered why she had sold herself into a life of slavery.
　
But then, looking at Azulpaw... she knew why.

[Brilliance]

"Take it easy. I was just playing with you," Asterpaw half-laughed before her expression grew more serious and she looked almost worried. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings the other day, I... just wanted to talk to you. And, it was pretty much all I knew how to do to keep Bluepaw from being angry with me. He can be... scary sometimes." Her ears flattened as she recalled the time he had nipped her. Since then, there had been no other occasion like that, though Asterpaw could remember she had seen times where it looked as though Bluepaw were about ready to attack her. Or someone else. Her thoughts changed from her sometimes frightening constant companion to her current one.
　
Over the past few weeks she had noticed a change in herself and her feelings towards Azulpaw... though whether it had something to do with Bluepaw keeping her away from her companion or not was unknown. She would never know. "Bluey doesn't have to know." She shrugged. What had happened to Asterpaw? She seemed more different then she had in a long time. Back to not caring. Back to being playful and friendly and open... back to being the type of cat she had been. Part of her was surprised that he had responded in that way - after all, she had just meant it as a harmless joke. Though he were acting as though she actually meant to carry out her playful plan. "Uhh..." Her voice trailed off and she felt heat spring to her pelt. Which was why, in the next moment, she had decided to tackle him - it was a good way to halfway change the subject, at least to get it off of... that. Because Asterpaw was absolutely, positively sure that she could not bring herself to kiss Azulpaw. In any manner, joking or otherwise. Ever. It would be too embarassing and she... could already feel herself heating up. Oh StarClan, what if he noticed? Uh uh. No. She did not have crushes. She was completely safe from falling in love. She was not the type of cat to ever, ever, ever have a crush on anyone. Least of all her friend. The first time she'd had a crush had been disasterous, did she really want to relive that?
　
Nope.
　
Never.
　
It was a good thing she wasn't actually in love with Bluepaw, despite agreeing to stay with him... and she didn't know if she would ever grow to truly love him, but perhaps there was a way to work this out. After he switched their positions, Asterpaw's grey-green eyes softened. A smile played on her lips and she could feel her ears heating up once more when he leaned down towards her. She could feel her heart rate rising and was almost confident that he could feel it beneath his grey paws.
　
Every part of her mind was aware of how strong he was... handsome he was... and it only hurt more that he was with Alabasterpaw. She disliked her half-sister. What did he see in her? What had happened to cause a complete turn around? What, other then the fact that she's pretty, acts like a fool to make toms like her, and has that sparkling laugh? Asterpaw thought with a sigh. There was no way to compete with her half-sister. There was no competition... because Alabasterpaw would win it every time. She didn't stand a chance against a cat like her half sister, and she knew it. This went through her mind right after he got off of her - and her heart rate slowed. The lust that had been tearing through her mind seemed to lessen it's iron grip for a moment and her eyes went back to their normal state. What was he doing to her? "I, um, guess I - I owe y - you a grooming, c... correct?" Asterpaw stammered. Her ears had finally lost that uncomfortable heat and her heart rate may no longer be up, but it still felt like every word he said, every movement he made, with the knowledge that they could never belong together, sent claws of steel into her heart and mind. Her chest hurt. It was hard to breathe. Her stomach felt weird and worst of all, that uncomfortable heat would return at times. If Asterpaw didn't know better she would have thought she were dying. But no, sadly she knew all too well the familiar feelings of having a crush. Only this time, Alabasterpaw had stolen him before she ever got the chance to do anything. Before she had ever gotten to try.
　
Slowly, uncertainly, Asterpaw moved towards Azulpaw, her grey-green eyes carefully guarded - her only thoughts were do not let him know. Making sure she remained absolutely guarded, Asterpaw gently began to groom the tom's thick grey pelt. At first she was nervous - not really sure why she was doing this, and what if Bluepaw saw, or what if Alabasterpaw saw, but soon she gained more confidence and she was able to move quicker.
　
Every time she felt her tongue rasp over one of the horrible scars, she would flinch - and continue on more gently, lightly, almost like the butterflies in her stomach were making their way up to her mind, controlling her every movement and making it as gentle and soft as possible. Like she were a butterfly in herself. For the moment, she was contented. For the moment, they were safe... right now, no one could hurt either one of them. And Asterpaw liked it that way. She liked the feeling of security and comfort and gentleness she could feel. She liked the feeling that for once, somehow, some way, she was in control.
　
She controlled her future, not Bluepaw or anyone else. Though those feelings would disappear every single time Bluepaw was around her. He caged her down, clipped her wings, made sure that her spirit was contained and that she was obedient.
　
She wasn't allowed to fly. To learn. To suceed. To do anything, really, other then be with the tom and cater to his somewhat obnoxious wishes. She hated it. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to her... and sometimes, like now, she wondered why she had sold herself into a life of slavery.
　
But then, looking at Azulpaw... she knew why.

“Isn't that what all we do? Is play games?” Azulpaw spoke, his head tilted for a moment, but his voice remained soft and playful. He knew Asterpaw liked to play. Nothing was wrong with that to him. The tom adored playing games himself. At her next words, his ears retracted to the back of his head for a moment before he turned to look at her, his yellow hues piercing into her own gaze. “I understand what you were doing. I'm...um, sorry for the things I said. Those were-- you know, out of line.” Talking about it was awkward to Azulpaw. He didn't know much about what to say about the situation. He said some hurtful things, and so had she. Perhaps, he had started the hurt fest, but she had ended it. Yet, they both remained strong to one another, succumbing to the life that was waiting for them. “Bluepaw?” Azulpaw echoed. “Scary? Those words in the same sentence is hilarious!” The tom laughed almost too loudly before he quieted himself. It was too late for them to be out here, and he didn't want to be caught. He, at least wanted to enjoy the time he was having with this she cat he knew for a long while.

The tom was taken aback. Quite rooted to his spot for a while at her words. She didn't care what Bluepaw thought? This almost made Azulpaw purr, and he would had, but he held it in. It was wrong to think such ludicrous thoughts when he was with Alabasterpaw. Even if he couldn't stand the feline at times, they had been getting pretty close, and Azulpaw has faith that their relationship would last more moons than it intended. He didn't know what to comment back, so he allowed it to sink into the air. It was already an awkward subject, and he didn't want to make it appear more awkward than it already was, some laid off.

In that instant, that was when she had pinned him. He had switched their roles just as quickly, allowing his paws to linger on her chest as he peered down at her with a playful smirk. Rapid heart beats was definitely felt, but being Azulpaw he chose to ignore it, and step off her. He didn't understand why she was so nervous. He figured it had to do with Bluepaw and if he would see them playing. The tom wanted his friend to be comfortable while out in the open. It had sucked to him that they had to hide their relationship when all he really wanted was for the world to know how Asterpaw was such an amazing friend that anyone could call their own.

It was ashame that she was bounded to Bluepaw, unable to live her life the way she wanted. The only thing that was a constant question in his mind; Why did she end up with him? What could he had possibly miss that the piebald tom was able to land the blue feline? Azulpaw figured that the tales were true. The handsome guy always won in the end. In this case, Bluepaw being the handsome tom. And the pretty girl always ended up with The handsome guy. In this case Asterpaw had fulfilled that role. So, where did that leave Azulpaw? Lately he tried to be on his own, away from everyone else. He usually told others that he was tired, or he would force a slick attitude just to keep the other from talking to him. Azulpaw had one of the worst attitudes there were in Skyclan--so, it was always best for others to leave him alone when he was in his moods.

“Oh! Y- you d-do-” too late. Azulpaw wanted to tell Asterpaw that it was fine. She didn't need to groom his pelt for him. That he was only playing. It had been a joke, but he had forgot how Asterpaw depended on her words and kept them. The odd thing about it was; why did she suggest such a thing when it came to him? So, the tom allowed the she cat to groom his pelt, and he relaxed under her touch, sinking into it. Almost purring at the treatment she was giving him. “I could have done it perfectly fine myself.” He chided at her, his voice remaining soft and inaudible to the forest around them. The fact that he felt her tongue roaming his scars, the tom had clinched himself. It was uncomfortable. It made him insecure more than anything.

So insecure that he found himself pulling away from her touch. It was a coward’s move, but he shook himself free of her kind gesture to groom him, and he sighed deeply. He didn't like his scars. He gave him such a rugged appearance that it was hard for others to approach him. He knew those pity looks that were given to him, wondering what could had happened to him. With the scars outlining his body, he did feel content at the fact his pelt was growing a bit thicker at this time, disguising his scars but not full enough. The most noticeable scars played on his eyes. Two fleshed scars that gave him a haunting look whenever he stared at others.

“Thank you.” He realized he was being rude for moving out her touch when she was being kind to groom him. “But, I can...take over.” He never told anyone about his insecurity when it came to his scars. It was something he wanted to handle alone. He figured others wouldn't get his problems. Like how he was demented for considering being the mate of a crazy feline who wanted him dead. Aside from that, this tom was never the one to outright share his insecurities with others around him. It made him vulnerable-- and about once he did cry around Asterpaw, but he promised himself never again. As he grazed his tongue gently over his pelt, he allowed the silence to envelop him. He took small ganders at his chest fur, and let his tongue lingered to the side of him. It was an easy grooming process for him. Something neat and clean, and once he was finished, he turned back to his companion, giving her a small smile.

She was staring at him.

“What,” he spoke, his voice on a deep edge. Though he cleared his throat to get rid of any hostility that poked out. “See anything you like?” He tilted his head to the side, deciding to play with her. She was being weird. But, she was still the same Asterpaw that he knew all too well. That he loved within the deepest part of his heart. He knew he would do anything for her in a heartbeat because she was his best friend. His close friend. His south star. “I honestly thought you were completely done with me when it came to that...argument we had. I was just so angry that you went to Bluepaw! He wanted me dead, Asterpaw! Or, did you forget that?” The tom asked, staring at her intently. Asterpaw was a clever girl. She knew what to follow, but it seemed like she was too clever, that her brain always won the bid. He was confused why she would want to go to Bluepa with knowing his intentions. “Just...why would you want to go to him. Just why more than anything.” He shrugged, allowing his eyes to slither to the cold tough ground as he awaited his answer. He would always be hurt at the fact, but he had long forgiven Asterpaw. Everyone had a reason to why they did things, and certainly Azulpaw understood that more than others, but he felt that every decision that was made, affected his life. And currently? He didn't know if it were a negative or positive thing.

[lone]

“Isn't that what all we do? Is play games?” Azulpaw spoke, his head tilted for a moment, but his voice remained soft and playful. He knew Asterpaw liked to play. Nothing was wrong with that to him. The tom adored playing games himself. At her next words, his ears retracted to the back of his head for a moment before he turned to look at her, his yellow hues piercing into her own gaze. “I understand what you were doing. I'm...um, sorry for the things I said. Those were-- you know, out of line.” Talking about it was awkward to Azulpaw. He didn't know much about what to say about the situation. He said some hurtful things, and so had she. Perhaps, he had started the hurt fest, but she had ended it. Yet, they both remained strong to one another, succumbing to the life that was waiting for them. “Bluepaw?” Azulpaw echoed. “Scary? Those words in the same sentence is hilarious!” The tom laughed almost too loudly before he quieted himself. It was too late for them to be out here, and he didn't want to be caught. He, at least wanted to enjoy the time he was having with this she cat he knew for a long while.

The tom was taken aback. Quite rooted to his spot for a while at her words. She didn't care what Bluepaw thought? This almost made Azulpaw purr, and he would had, but he held it in. It was wrong to think such ludicrous thoughts when he was with Alabasterpaw. Even if he couldn't stand the feline at times, they had been getting pretty close, and Azulpaw has faith that their relationship would last more moons than it intended. He didn't know what to comment back, so he allowed it to sink into the air. It was already an awkward subject, and he didn't want to make it appear more awkward than it already was, some laid off.

In that instant, that was when she had pinned him. He had switched their roles just as quickly, allowing his paws to linger on her chest as he peered down at her with a playful smirk. Rapid heart beats was definitely felt, but being Azulpaw he chose to ignore it, and step off her. He didn't understand why she was so nervous. He figured it had to do with Bluepaw and if he would see them playing. The tom wanted his friend to be comfortable while out in the open. It had sucked to him that they had to hide their relationship when all he really wanted was for the world to know how Asterpaw was such an amazing friend that anyone could call their own.

It was ashame that she was bounded to Bluepaw, unable to live her life the way she wanted. The only thing that was a constant question in his mind; Why did she end up with him? What could he had possibly miss that the piebald tom was able to land the blue feline? Azulpaw figured that the tales were true. The handsome guy always won in the end. In this case, Bluepaw being the handsome tom. And the pretty girl always ended up with The handsome guy. In this case Asterpaw had fulfilled that role. So, where did that leave Azulpaw? Lately he tried to be on his own, away from everyone else. He usually told others that he was tired, or he would force a slick attitude just to keep the other from talking to him. Azulpaw had one of the worst attitudes there were in Skyclan--so, it was always best for others to leave him alone when he was in his moods.

“Oh! Y- you d-do-” too late. Azulpaw wanted to tell Asterpaw that it was fine. She didn't need to groom his pelt for him. That he was only playing. It had been a joke, but he had forgot how Asterpaw depended on her words and kept them. The odd thing about it was; why did she suggest such a thing when it came to him? So, the tom allowed the she cat to groom his pelt, and he relaxed under her touch, sinking into it. Almost purring at the treatment she was giving him. “I could have done it perfectly fine myself.” He chided at her, his voice remaining soft and inaudible to the forest around them. The fact that he felt her tongue roaming his scars, the tom had clinched himself. It was uncomfortable. It made him insecure more than anything.

So insecure that he found himself pulling away from her touch. It was a coward’s move, but he shook himself free of her kind gesture to groom him, and he sighed deeply. He didn't like his scars. He gave him such a rugged appearance that it was hard for others to approach him. He knew those pity looks that were given to him, wondering what could had happened to him. With the scars outlining his body, he did feel content at the fact his pelt was growing a bit thicker at this time, disguising his scars but not full enough. The most noticeable scars played on his eyes. Two fleshed scars that gave him a haunting look whenever he stared at others.

“Thank you.” He realized he was being rude for moving out her touch when she was being kind to groom him. “But, I can...take over.” He never told anyone about his insecurity when it came to his scars. It was something he wanted to handle alone. He figured others wouldn't get his problems. Like how he was demented for considering being the mate of a crazy feline who wanted him dead. Aside from that, this tom was never the one to outright share his insecurities with others around him. It made him vulnerable-- and about once he did cry around Asterpaw, but he promised himself never again. As he grazed his tongue gently over his pelt, he allowed the silence to envelop him. He took small ganders at his chest fur, and let his tongue lingered to the side of him. It was an easy grooming process for him. Something neat and clean, and once he was finished, he turned back to his companion, giving her a small smile.

She was staring at him.

“What,” he spoke, his voice on a deep edge. Though he cleared his throat to get rid of any hostility that poked out. “See anything you like?” He tilted his head to the side, deciding to play with her. She was being weird. But, she was still the same Asterpaw that he knew all too well. That he loved within the deepest part of his heart. He knew he would do anything for her in a heartbeat because she was his best friend. His close friend. His south star. “I honestly thought you were completely done with me when it came to that...argument we had. I was just so angry that you went to Bluepaw! He wanted me dead, Asterpaw! Or, did you forget that?” The tom asked, staring at her intently. Asterpaw was a clever girl. She knew what to follow, but it seemed like she was too clever, that her brain always won the bid. He was confused why she would want to go to Bluepa with knowing his intentions. “Just...why would you want to go to him. Just why more than anything.” He shrugged, allowing his eyes to slither to the cold tough ground as he awaited his answer. He would always be hurt at the fact, but he had long forgiven Asterpaw. Everyone had a reason to why they did things, and certainly Azulpaw understood that more than others, but he felt that every decision that was made, affected his life. And currently? He didn't know if it were a negative or positive thing.

"I know." And she did know, but Asterpaw had... wanted to. Yes, she had known he was playing - that much had been apparent to her - but she had still taken advantage of that. Why had Asterpaw wanted to be close to Azulpaw so badly? He was still the same tom from a few weeks ago. When she wouldn't have given this a second thought, it would have been a straight on "no." She was the same cat.

So what had changed to make her have a crush on him? Had it been because it was forbidden, she only wanted it more? Was this her way of taking a stand against Bluepaw? Probably not, but still, Asterpaw wanted to think of it that way. Gentle grey-green eyes flashed in surprise as he moved away. And it stung just a little bit - was he that scared of her? What had she done? "I hurt you, didn't I?" Her voice was low, gentle, as she watched Azulpaw. She must have, she had to have done something... "I'm so sorry, Azulpaw, I'm sorry, I didn't... I shouldn't have... I'm sorry." She sounded like an idiot. Quick, get the playfulness back, he likes that, right? It was all she could think for the moment being. She needed a quick and easy way to grab his attention. Although she knew it wasn't possible for them to be together, she wanted it. Wanted it to happen. But with everything going on... it couldn't. Crushes were the worst, they were like a disease that just kept picking holes in yourself about why your companion wouldn't like you, or sometimes on rare occasions why he might, and telling yourself you never had a chance with a tom like that while all the time your heart was getting ripped to pieces. She knew she had blown her chance. Going with Bluepaw had been a stupid move. The stupidest of stupid moves. And yet, Asterpaw had made that move. To protect Azulpaw. Because she thought it was the right thing to do. Her mind had been wrong, she knew it, and she wished she would have listened to her heart. Her mind was the safe path. She always took the safe path. Asterpaw was a safe cat, she didn't like taking risks.

They were dangerous and, quite frankly, never ended up the way you expected. Asterpaw knew this for a fact, she knew that they couldn't end up the way you expected. Her grey-green eyes watched the tom, staring at him as though she thought she could change his mind by that alone. Her only question was how - how in the world - had she let him go? He'd protected her all this time, but no, she hadn't appreciated it as much as she should have. She hadn't spent as much time with him as she could've. And now all their playfulness was gone, everything was over. At his comment, she could see her opportunity to become playful and fun and sarcastic again, just like he liked. But her mind turned to other thoughts. Good! Now's your chance... okay, okay, okay. He likes Alli. Be like her! What would she say in this situation... she would pay him a compliment, obviously, and be all flirty and fun and sweet and... oh! Oh yeah, she would do that charming little laugh that she does at the end that drives everybody crazy. But toms love it! And Azulpaw must love it, otherwise he wouldn't be with her. Asterpaw's logic had gotten her into trouble on multiple occasions.

Yet still, she followed it. And it was because part of her was confident that someday, somehow, some way, her logic was going to get her out of this mess. She had a logical mind. She was a smart cat. But sometimes logic alone was not enough to get out of matters of the heart. As this was one of those... Asterpaw was pretty much doomed.

Her brain was calculating different cute and funny little things to say, stuff Alabasterpaw would do, and she finally landed on a comment that she thought was exactly what her sister would do. "Me? Darling, of course I like what I see. You're just such a handsome tom, aren't you?" But because of the nervous butterflies in her stomach, her charming tone came out as more of her own - with a touch of "sparkle" mixed in, and her supposed to be charming laugh came out as a nervous one. So much for her flirting skills at that moment. She would have to try again later... she'd have to make herself better somehow, or get his attention, or at least take the attention away from Alli, and eventually she knew she would snap.

She didn't want to snap in front of him. It seemed Asterpaw was going to end up exactly like Alabasterpaw - trying to get Azulpaw's attention in any way possible. Fawning over him like he were a life-giving source. Sad - pathetic - and ironic, really, seeing as she had just thought how pathetic it was about Alabasterpaw doing the same thing. His next words made her heart feel as though it were being squeezed in an iron grip. Azulpaw was hurting her. Whether he knew it or not. And she couldn't tell him because she was embarassed. Because she was scared to be rejected. Because she was, once again, scared of his disappointment. That had caused her to go to Bluepaw in the first place, hadn't it?

And then she'd been taken advantage of, and it had all happened so quickly, and Asterpaw hadn't known what to say or do or where to go... her grey-green eyes flashed with sadness and she wanted to curl up beside him and just stay there... but the apprentice knew better. She didn't like physical contact, yet she wanted it from him. Just him. Bluepaw was driving her crazy with his lovey-dovey attitude, and she felt pretty sick about her actions towards him as well, though there was nothing to be done about that now.

Why.

Was that a serious question? He sounded serious. So she would give him the serious answer that she wanted to.

"Because I, I was... scared. Scared to come to you. Something happened, and I didn't want you to be disappointed in me, and I had to - I didn't - he was the first one I saw. And I'm not... I'm not scared of his disappointment, or disapproval, or rejection like I am of yours. I don't want you to be disappointed in me, I don't - I don't like it. So I went to Bluepaw instead, and, I told him the whole story and I was just... in a weird state of mind, and I was thinking about you, and I wanted to do something - anything - to protect you, and I figured... if I'm with Bluepaw, what does he have to worry about? You're safe now, Azulpaw, but I wanted to make sure that it would stay that way forever." She stopped for a moment, studying his face with her green-grey eyes.

Just watching him. Like she was trying to memorize everything in a split second, or maybe... she didn't want this moment to end. Maybe she was trying to hold onto it forever.

"And... you, why are you with Alabasterpaw? She tried to kill you! Over and over again, she tried, and... you still are with her. You still love her." There was a hint of bitterness in Asterpaw's voice. Do. Not. Snap. At least it wasn't her big snapping point. Her huge snapping point where everything went upside down, but she knew - she knew if they continued to be together, and her crush continued to grow, it was coming.

"What am I saying? Of course you love her. She's Alabasterpaw, the pretty, popular party girl. The girl that everyone loves. Right? It doesn't matter what she does because it's impossible for her to mess up. It will never matter what she does, she's always going to smooth it over with her sparkly laugh and her flirty comments." Asterpaw's voice reached an angry level. She didn't want to fight. She was acting so weird, and she knew it, but she didn't want to fight with Azulpaw. She'd wanted to have a playful, fun time with him. Yet her crush was making it impossible. She just... couldn't. The fire left her eyes, and her ears went back, pinning themselves against her head as though they wanted to shut out everything she had just said.

"I'm sorry... I didn't - that was - I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, that was out of line, I'm... I'm so, so, sorry, I don't want to hurt you, I didn't-" Asterpaw stopped before she made a fool of herself. Maybe he would tease her. Maybe he would call her sweetheart, or darling, or love - the thought of that had once made her furious, now it made her want to melt. Such a strange turn of events had happened... what had Azulpaw done to her?

[Autumnblaze]

Socks

Blurrykit slowly blinked open his eyes, it was midnight. He could tell by the silence and sounds of chirping crickets in the night. He hadn't slept very well since he lost his sight, all he could think of was how pretty everything was, before all of it washed away. He slowly arose to his feet, his grey tabby pelt glimmering in the moonlight. He sniffed around, sensing Royalkit and Lemonfoot still asleep. The 2 moon old kit galloped out of the nursery and into the SkyClan camp, taking in the fresh air and smiling. As much as he loved being in SkyClan with Lemonfoot, he longed for seeing Bitterstorm when he woke up in the morning, but then, his vision slowly faded, and he could never see that again, and soon enough, she was gone I wonder where she is now? Is she with Pumpkintail? Or did they have to go their separate ways? Blurrykit thought to himself and sighed, curling up and closing his eyes in the middle of the camp, drifting into slumber.

[Socks]

Socks

Blurrykit slowly blinked open his eyes, it was midnight. He could tell by the silence and sounds of chirping crickets in the night. He hadn't slept very well since he lost his sight, all he could think of was how pretty everything was, before all of it washed away. He slowly arose to his feet, his grey tabby pelt glimmering in the moonlight. He sniffed around, sensing Royalkit and Lemonfoot still asleep. The 2 moon old kit galloped out of the nursery and into the SkyClan camp, taking in the fresh air and smiling. As much as he loved being in SkyClan with Lemonfoot, he longed for seeing Bitterstorm when he woke up in the morning, but then, his vision slowly faded, and he could never see that again, and soon enough, she was gone I wonder where she is now? Is she with Pumpkintail? Or did they have to go their separate ways? Blurrykit thought to himself and sighed, curling up and closing his eyes in the middle of the camp, drifting into slumber.
Lately, Lemonfoot had taken to waking up multiple times during the night out of fear that something would be wrong when she woke up if she had slept for too long. She slowly blinked her eyes open, kneading the nest a bit as she awoke. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, yawning before looking down at her nest to check on the kits. She couldn't help the anxiety that bubbled inside her as she saw that only one kit, Royalkit, was still sleeping there next to her. She pushed around the moss of the nest, the scent of Blurrykit was still strong so maybe there was a chance that he was hidden under the moss. Upon discovering he was not there, Lemonfoot reluctantly left Royalkit in the nest to search the camp. She was able to smell his trail and found him pretty easily in the middle of the camp and, with a relieved sigh, she bent down and gently nudged the tabby kitten to wake him.

[Autumnblaze]

Lately, Lemonfoot had taken to waking up multiple times during the night out of fear that something would be wrong when she woke up if she had slept for too long. She slowly blinked her eyes open, kneading the nest a bit as she awoke. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, yawning before looking down at her nest to check on the kits. She couldn't help the anxiety that bubbled inside her as she saw that only one kit, Royalkit, was still sleeping there next to her. She pushed around the moss of the nest, the scent of Blurrykit was still strong so maybe there was a chance that he was hidden under the moss. Upon discovering he was not there, Lemonfoot reluctantly left Royalkit in the nest to search the camp. She was able to smell his trail and found him pretty easily in the middle of the camp and, with a relieved sigh, she bent down and gently nudged the tabby kitten to wake him.

"W-what? Who's there!" Blurrykit stood up facing the opposite direction of Lemonfoot, "Ugh, why can't I just sleep in peace for once, where it's actually comfortable." Blurrykit lowered his head in annoyance and started walking forward, unaware he was walking in the wrong direction. The tabby kit slowly padded along... and walked straight into a tree. Blurrykit fell to the ground and lifted his head with anger, a small bruise above his nose. He lifted his paw and wiped away the dirt from his face, then turned to Lemonfoot, wincing from the pain.

[Socks]

"W-what? Who's there!" Blurrykit stood up facing the opposite direction of Lemonfoot, "Ugh, why can't I just sleep in peace for once, where it's actually comfortable." Blurrykit lowered his head in annoyance and started walking forward, unaware he was walking in the wrong direction. The tabby kit slowly padded along... and walked straight into a tree. Blurrykit fell to the ground and lifted his head with anger, a small bruise above his nose. He lifted his paw and wiped away the dirt from his face, then turned to Lemonfoot, wincing from the pain.
The molly sighed at the kits complaints. "It's not safe out here..." she said simply, with a small shake of her head. She was about to pick the tiny cat up when he started walking, and she decided to watch and see where he'd go. He's never learn the area if Lemonfoot was always fussing and carrying him everywhere. She walked not even a mouse length behind the kit as he walked off and she prevented nudging him or telling him where to turn. When he bumped into the tree she gasped loudly and crouched down to the kits level. "Oh! Blurrykit, oh my starclan, are you alright? Are you hurt?!" She spoke quickly, prodding the kit with her nose frantically.

[Autumnblaze]

The molly sighed at the kits complaints. "It's not safe out here..." she said simply, with a small shake of her head. She was about to pick the tiny cat up when he started walking, and she decided to watch and see where he'd go. He's never learn the area if Lemonfoot was always fussing and carrying him everywhere. She walked not even a mouse length behind the kit as he walked off and she prevented nudging him or telling him where to turn. When he bumped into the tree she gasped loudly and crouched down to the kits level. "Oh! Blurrykit, oh my starclan, are you alright? Are you hurt?!" She spoke quickly, prodding the kit with her nose frantically.

Blurrykit turned suddenly, rubbing his nose, "I'm fine! You worry too much. You don't worry as much about Royalkit! What's the difference, is it because I'm blind that everyone thinks I'm incapable of so many things?" the grey tabby bristled in annoyance, "I just wanna do things on my own, I don't always need someone watching over me! I survived just fine for three days before I was taken in by SkyClan! I'm fine on my own!" Blurrykit turned away from Lemonfoot and ran off into the forest as fast as he could, gasping for breath, slowing down in the middle of a clearing.

(I have a plot where Blurrykit wants to prove himself so he runs off and tries to go hunting but gets attacked by a snake and loses half his ear and the middle of his tail is all torn up, hence his warrior Name, Blurrytail. He'll eventually kill the snake and that's when Lemonfoot will find him and take him back and bring him to the medicine den.)

[Brilliance]

"I know." And she did know, but Asterpaw had... wanted to. Yes, she had known he was playing - that much had been apparent to her - but she had still taken advantage of that. Why had Asterpaw wanted to be close to Azulpaw so badly? He was still the same tom from a few weeks ago. When she wouldn't have given this a second thought, it would have been a straight on "no." She was the same cat.

So what had changed to make her have a crush on him? Had it been because it was forbidden, she only wanted it more? Was this her way of taking a stand against Bluepaw? Probably not, but still, Asterpaw wanted to think of it that way. Gentle grey-green eyes flashed in surprise as he moved away. And it stung just a little bit - was he that scared of her? What had she done? "I hurt you, didn't I?" Her voice was low, gentle, as she watched Azulpaw. She must have, she had to have done something... "I'm so sorry, Azulpaw, I'm sorry, I didn't... I shouldn't have... I'm sorry." She sounded like an idiot. Quick, get the playfulness back, he likes that, right? It was all she could think for the moment being. She needed a quick and easy way to grab his attention. Although she knew it wasn't possible for them to be together, she wanted it. Wanted it to happen. But with everything going on... it couldn't. Crushes were the worst, they were like a disease that just kept picking holes in yourself about why your companion wouldn't like you, or sometimes on rare occasions why he might, and telling yourself you never had a chance with a tom like that while all the time your heart was getting ripped to pieces. She knew she had blown her chance. Going with Bluepaw had been a stupid move. The stupidest of stupid moves. And yet, Asterpaw had made that move. To protect Azulpaw. Because she thought it was the right thing to do. Her mind had been wrong, she knew it, and she wished she would have listened to her heart. Her mind was the safe path. She always took the safe path. Asterpaw was a safe cat, she didn't like taking risks.

They were dangerous and, quite frankly, never ended up the way you expected. Asterpaw knew this for a fact, she knew that they couldn't end up the way you expected. Her grey-green eyes watched the tom, staring at him as though she thought she could change his mind by that alone. Her only question was how - how in the world - had she let him go? He'd protected her all this time, but no, she hadn't appreciated it as much as she should have. She hadn't spent as much time with him as she could've. And now all their playfulness was gone, everything was over. At his comment, she could see her opportunity to become playful and fun and sarcastic again, just like he liked. But her mind turned to other thoughts. Good! Now's your chance... okay, okay, okay. He likes Alli. Be like her! What would she say in this situation... she would pay him a compliment, obviously, and be all flirty and fun and sweet and... oh! Oh yeah, she would do that charming little laugh that she does at the end that drives everybody crazy. But toms love it! And Azulpaw must love it, otherwise he wouldn't be with her. Asterpaw's logic had gotten her into trouble on multiple occasions.

Yet still, she followed it. And it was because part of her was confident that someday, somehow, some way, her logic was going to get her out of this mess. She had a logical mind. She was a smart cat. But sometimes logic alone was not enough to get out of matters of the heart. As this was one of those... Asterpaw was pretty much doomed.

Her brain was calculating different cute and funny little things to say, stuff Alabasterpaw would do, and she finally landed on a comment that she thought was exactly what her sister would do. "Me? Darling, of course I like what I see. You're just such a handsome tom, aren't you?" But because of the nervous butterflies in her stomach, her charming tone came out as more of her own - with a touch of "sparkle" mixed in, and her supposed to be charming laugh came out as a nervous one. So much for her flirting skills at that moment. She would have to try again later... she'd have to make herself better somehow, or get his attention, or at least take the attention away from Alli, and eventually she knew she would snap.

She didn't want to snap in front of him. It seemed Asterpaw was going to end up exactly like Alabasterpaw - trying to get Azulpaw's attention in any way possible. Fawning over him like he were a life-giving source. Sad - pathetic - and ironic, really, seeing as she had just thought how pathetic it was about Alabasterpaw doing the same thing. His next words made her heart feel as though it were being squeezed in an iron grip. Azulpaw was hurting her. Whether he knew it or not. And she couldn't tell him because she was embarassed. Because she was scared to be rejected. Because she was, once again, scared of his disappointment. That had caused her to go to Bluepaw in the first place, hadn't it?

And then she'd been taken advantage of, and it had all happened so quickly, and Asterpaw hadn't known what to say or do or where to go... her grey-green eyes flashed with sadness and she wanted to curl up beside him and just stay there... but the apprentice knew better. She didn't like physical contact, yet she wanted it from him. Just him. Bluepaw was driving her crazy with his lovey-dovey attitude, and she felt pretty sick about her actions towards him as well, though there was nothing to be done about that now.

Why.

Was that a serious question? He sounded serious. So she would give him the serious answer that she wanted to.

"Because I, I was... scared. Scared to come to you. Something happened, and I didn't want you to be disappointed in me, and I had to - I didn't - he was the first one I saw. And I'm not... I'm not scared of his disappointment, or disapproval, or rejection like I am of yours. I don't want you to be disappointed in me, I don't - I don't like it. So I went to Bluepaw instead, and, I told him the whole story and I was just... in a weird state of mind, and I was thinking about you, and I wanted to do something - anything - to protect you, and I figured... if I'm with Bluepaw, what does he have to worry about? You're safe now, Azulpaw, but I wanted to make sure that it would stay that way forever." She stopped for a moment, studying his face with her green-grey eyes.

Just watching him. Like she was trying to memorize everything in a split second, or maybe... she didn't want this moment to end. Maybe she was trying to hold onto it forever.

"And... you, why are you with Alabasterpaw? She tried to kill you! Over and over again, she tried, and... you still are with her. You still love her." There was a hint of bitterness in Asterpaw's voice. Do. Not. Snap. At least it wasn't her big snapping point. Her huge snapping point where everything went upside down, but she knew - she knew if they continued to be together, and her crush continued to grow, it was coming.

"What am I saying? Of course you love her. She's Alabasterpaw, the pretty, popular party girl. The girl that everyone loves. Right? It doesn't matter what she does because it's impossible for her to mess up. It will never matter what she does, she's always going to smooth it over with her sparkly laugh and her flirty comments." Asterpaw's voice reached an angry level. She didn't want to fight. She was acting so weird, and she knew it, but she didn't want to fight with Azulpaw. She'd wanted to have a playful, fun time with him. Yet her crush was making it impossible. She just... couldn't. The fire left her eyes, and her ears went back, pinning themselves against her head as though they wanted to shut out everything she had just said.

"I'm sorry... I didn't - that was - I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, that was out of line, I'm... I'm so, so, sorry, I don't want to hurt you, I didn't-" Asterpaw stopped before she made a fool of herself. Maybe he would tease her. Maybe he would call her sweetheart, or darling, or love - the thought of that had once made her furious, now it made her want to melt. Such a strange turn of events had happened... what had Azulpaw done to her?

If there was something off with the blue feline, Azulpaw didn't notice. He was too busy grooming his own pelt to rid of the dust. He thought it was a sweet gesture that Asterpaw was willing to groom him, but Azulpaw was not comfortable when he felt her tongue rasping over his scars. He made him recoil, which was why he pushed himself away from her touch. But he had laughed it off because he didn’t want her to feel that there was something wrong. There wasn’t anything wrong! Azulpaw was fine! Upon the fact that her voice was pleading with him, Azulpaw looked up at her for a second, staring at her form with silent eyes. He then narrowed him, ‘’You didn’t hurt me.’’ He probably sounded harsher than he intended, but did she forget who she was talking to? ‘’I received worst blows.’’ It had actually felt good--when she was grooming him. But, at the same time weird since he knew Bluepaw wouldn’t approve of it. Azulpaw decided to stay away from much drama, and Bluepaw was all sorts of drama that Azulpaw wanted to be rid of.

‘’Now stop with the apologies. You didn’t hurt me. Gosh!’’ He rolled his eyes, heaving out a sigh. She made it seem like he was helpless. That he always needed help. Azulpaw didn’t want to be considered weak. He had been training long--hard, even at night just to keep his build up. Sure, he was weak...not very strong when it came to physical attributes, but he held onto hope. Because hope was all he needed. He took time to train even more, to build up his skills. And, Asterpaw was treating him like a-- a--a kit! ‘’Do you see these scars?’’ The tom narrowed his eyes at her. ‘’Huh? Do you!?’’ Maybe, he should had lowered his voice. Asterpaw had done nothing wrong to him, and he knew this, but Azulpaw was agitated. Only for a moment, before he inhaled, and breathed out slowly. ‘’Listen--Asterpaw, it’s not your fault. But, um...I mean I survived this long.’’ He said, and for a moment looked away from her.

Letting out an awkward chuckle, the tom turned back to her, his yellow eyes gleaming. ‘’What happened to the Aster that loved to push me out of trees?’’ He asked, wondering inwardly why she was being tender with him. Like he was fragile. A red flag should had been when she apologized to him. Azulpaw knew Asterpaw to be one of the most sarcastic felines in his life--which was a reason why he liked her. She was playful...but right now she was simply being...annoying.

And, weird. If he haven’t thought that before, but since this was going over his head, the tom found her to be amusing at the same time. They hardly had time for each other, being with their significant others and all. As he finished grooming himself, he took the time to look up at the sky. Goodness, it was getting dark. He knew he should had been back in the den before Alabasterpaw had woken up. Lately, he knew how to sneak away from her when he wanted some alone time. She was giving him mixed feelings. One point, he liked her. The next point, he couldn't stand her. She was something so contagiously enticing that Azulpaw didn't know what to feel. He wanted to make sure they were both happy, but Alabasterpaw was selfish. She was overbearing, yet Azulpaw liked her?

The tom shook his head, bringing his gaze back down to stare at his comrade. The two of shouldn't be talking. They should hate each other, but Azulpaw found that hard to be happening. Because hate was such a strong feeling. A feeling that was so easy to feel for Alabasterpaw but no Asterpaw. He longed from hating her. He liked her. She was a good friend, but as he gazed down at her, he wondered what could she be thinking.

“What are you thinking about-”

Azulpaw’s voice was quiet, hushed like because he didn't want anyone to hear him. He didn't want anyone to be in their business, but as soon as those words left the tom’s mouth, Asterpaw was already talking. And, the words she said made Azulpaw look at her oddily.

Did she just call him handsome?

Scratch that...was she using her impersonation of Alabasterpaw? Azulpaw only knew this because he could remember the time when she did do an excellent impersonation of the white feline. They were sisters--half sisters, but they knew each other well. Azulpaw wanted to ask her why she was doing that little act, but he brushed it off. It wouldn't be the first time Asterpaw was acting weird. But, it had made him flinch. He didn't like Alabasterpaw--that--much. He found her annoying, but as long as he kept her happy? They both were fine. More so, Azulpaw who was able to relax after a full bothersome day.

Though the tom had laughed. “Oh? I'm finally happy you noticed, sweetheart.” He purred, almost leaning into her, but instead focused his gaze on the sky above, and he wrapped his tail around himself. “Took you long enough, don't you think?” He eyed her from a side gaze, his yellow eyes trailing her form before he snapped them away. It was funny. Was this some sort of game? Because Asterpaw loved to play games, and Azulpaw knew this. So, he played along. Along with whatever this was.

Because he didn't know what this was, or what type of game she wanted to play. He wanted to stay as unconfused as possible, but she was toying with him. What was with the get-up? Azulpaw saw her as one of his best friends. He was just happy to be in her presence once more than he had in a long time. It felt good to see and play with her again. Perhaps even climb a tree so she could push him out of it---oh, how humorous it would be for them both! Nothing, but happiness. This was all the tom longed for.

At her words, so small and quiet, the tom sharply turned his head to look at her. She was...scared? Azulpaw tilted his head, ruffling his fur in the process as he gave her his undivided attention. Something happened--

What happened? That's what he wanted to ask, but listening had to be the thing he needed to do. He needed to listen to her, to get to the bottom of why everything had changed; flipped; twisted the course of a future he thought he would be living, but instead he found out she was scared. “What did you have to do afraid of?” He asked. He was still confused. Oh, extremely confused. Truly, he was disappointed. That she thought he would be angry with her, or reject her. If it was anything, Azulpaw felt that she had rejected him. She had left him. She rejected him. “You must be pretty stupid if you think I would had been disappointing in you. The only thing I'm disappointed about is the fact that you went to Bluepaw.” He seethed, lowering his voice. That's the only thing he needed to be disappointed about. He couldn't even look at her. Inwardly, he felt another argument brewing between the two. Started because of his big mouth and attitude. “Out of everyone else! You went to him! He should had been the last one you have gone to!”

Again, his voice was raising a bit too loud. He needed to learn how to keep his anger under controlled so they wouldn't be caught out here, but he couldn't help as he felt his anger flare up within his heart once more. It already had been broken, stepped on, shattered--beyond repair. It already had been twisted, thrown, and dug up like it was nothing. But at her words, the tom couldn't even bear looking at her, for he had no words that could answer that question.

Usually when he didn't have an answer, he would dodge it with another fact. “Oh? Like you're with Bluepaw who also wants me dead--or did you forget that? The cat that is behind all the schemes?” Alabasterpaw wasn't doing this alone. The two felines had flaws of their own, but could Asterpaw be so dense that she forgot she was with the tom that was waiting for her half sister to end the life of the grey pelted tom? “Surely, you're not that blind by love, Asterpaw.” His voice became more quieter, more calmer as he squeezed his tail around himself. The fact that Asterpaw was in love with Bluepaw? Azulpaw shook his head. He couldn't think about that at the moment.

Azulpaw let out a sigh. Maybe staying here was a bad idea on his hand. Maybe he should had never ran into her, and so willingly stayed. One thing for sure? They would always end up in some type of argument. Thoughe had gave her an incredulous look. Him? Love Alabasterpaw? He would had burst out laughing, but she was serious. She was being literal serious? She had got to be kidding him. “Love is...a strong feeling, don't you think, Asterpaw? I don't love Alabasterpaw.” He shook his head, almost cringing at the thought. Asterpaw must have been very sleepy if she thought he loved her half sister; the white demon. Surely she was hallucinating.

But, even if the tom didn't like her because he knew didn't like her, he let out a huff of amusement. “You like to assume much, hm?” He teased lightheartedly. “I don't love her. First of all, there's more to a she cat with a sparkling laugh and a pretty face, Asterpaw.” He rolled his eyes. She should had known how he felt when it came to physical looks. After all, with how much he was beaten up, he wasn't a looker anymore. He felt what he gained in strength, he lost in looks. Especially with the help of Alabasterpaw who did a pretty good number on him. He was the last one to be picky about who he liked. Or, what he wanted his dream she cat to be like. “But! I do have to admit… I am actually quite becoming smitten to her. She's...lovely. Despite her messed up intentions,” he chuckled, lowly, but looked at the ground as he thought about the white demon. Slowly he was becoming attached to her, by getting to know her. She wasn't...so bad. “She's not that bad to get to know.” He said, allowing his claws to sink into the dirt below him as a hidden smiled placed on his face. He only didn't know why it was there.

“Listen-” he was interrupted at the voice of the she cat. She was apologizing...again. Azulpaw perked his ears, shaking his head at her, but thought it was sweet that she was acting such a way. Sweet and weird. He couldn't pinpoint why she was acting such a way, but he figured it would come to pass. Instead, he stepped closer to her, so their pelts were touching. He leaned his head down on top of hers, purring. “Stop apologizing. It's annoying. You didn't hurt me. Can we just...forget about this conversation and at least try to be happy for one another?” He pulled his head away, and whispered into her, hoping that she would accept it like...it was. Get a check of reality. Whether it was bitter or sweet. They needed to accept what life have welcomed them into at this point. But, one decision was chosen for three. That one mistake led to such heartbreak.

[lone]

A orange tom made his way through the territory, bright hues sparkling with the promise of meeting someone he knew out here. It was a peaceful afternoon - and Blazingcomet was quite enjoying the appearance of the day. The last two times he had been out here, he had found a companion. A she cat companion. First Gingerblossom, and then Drizzleshard... Acornhaze had been back in the clearing. But all in all, the orange tom was having quite the sucess lately. And he was pleased with himself because of it. A purr rumbled in Blazingcomet's throat as he thought of the pretty she cat he had been here with last time. He'd had quite the time with Drizzleshard. And part of him wanted to see the feline again. Now, she was his latest target - Acornhaze alongside her, but he was focusing most of his attention on the former cat. All he had to do was breathe, and the latter was all over him, thinking he was amazing. Cats who were that desperate were Blazingcomet's joy and amusement, not that he would ever admit it. Breaking hearts was probably his least favorite part of this game. Building them up was his favorite. Getting them to trust him to the point where they were doing whatever he asked. Though at the moment, flirting wasn't the thing on his mind. Drizzleshard was. Other then the occasional bump-into, quick catch-up conversation, quick flirty comment and friendly laugh, nothing much had been happening with the two. Perhaps it was time that Blazingcomet pushed this relationship to the max - to a straining point - and if she liked him? She would play along.

Splash

[Splash]

A orange tom made his way through the territory, bright hues sparkling with the promise of meeting someone he knew out here. It was a peaceful afternoon - and Blazingcomet was quite enjoying the appearance of the day. The last two times he had been out here, he had found a companion. A she cat companion. First Gingerblossom, and then Drizzleshard... Acornhaze had been back in the clearing. But all in all, the orange tom was having quite the sucess lately. And he was pleased with himself because of it. A purr rumbled in Blazingcomet's throat as he thought of the pretty she cat he had been here with last time. He'd had quite the time with Drizzleshard. And part of him wanted to see the feline again. Now, she was his latest target - Acornhaze alongside her, but he was focusing most of his attention on the former cat. All he had to do was breathe, and the latter was all over him, thinking he was amazing. Cats who were that desperate were Blazingcomet's joy and amusement, not that he would ever admit it. Breaking hearts was probably his least favorite part of this game. Building them up was his favorite. Getting them to trust him to the point where they were doing whatever he asked. Though at the moment, flirting wasn't the thing on his mind. Drizzleshard was. Other then the occasional bump-into, quick catch-up conversation, quick flirty comment and friendly laugh, nothing much had been happening with the two. Perhaps it was time that Blazingcomet pushed this relationship to the max - to a straining point - and if she liked him? She would play along.

Splash
Drizzleshard sat by a small, tinkling stream, smiling at nothing. She was here to honor her past mate, Oakstep, but he wasn't on her mind- not in the least. Instead, memories of the last cat she had spent time here with surged through her head, relentless as a swollen river. Laughs, jokes, playing. Not entirely good, but positive overall. A nagging thought tickled the inside of her head like a feather- that Blazingcomet was going to meet her here- and although it was just a random gut feeling, she trusted it. Blazingcomet was coming. It was like a thread was tied to her leading to him, and she could feel it becoming slack. Call the silver she-cat crazy- he was coming. And Drizzleshard was looking forward to it. She had already found herself drawn to the ginger tom, and it upset her that they only had had brief interactions since their first "date"- a polite nod, a quick comment, nothing out of the ordinary for either flirtatious cat- though she was sure that Blazingcomet had felt the same spark towards her that she did to him. No uninterested tom would call her Drizzyboo. Well, probably no other tom at all, but the molly was sure that not even Blazingcomet would have said that had he been nonchalant. Her silver tail flicking, Drizzleshard wondered what she'd say to Blazingcomet when he got here. Definitely a new nickname. Maybe she'd open up about Oakstep. It hurt to keep him such a secret, to be so closed off about him. Maybe it was time to let go.
Time to move on with a new tom.

[Socks]

Blurrykit turned suddenly, rubbing his nose, "I'm fine! You worry too much. You don't worry as much about Royalkit! What's the difference, is it because I'm blind that everyone thinks I'm incapable of so many things?" the grey tabby bristled in annoyance, "I just wanna do things on my own, I don't always need someone watching over me! I survived just fine for three days before I was taken in by SkyClan! I'm fine on my own!" Blurrykit turned away from Lemonfoot and ran off into the forest as fast as he could, gasping for breath, slowing down in the middle of a clearing.

(I have a plot where Blurrykit wants to prove himself so he runs off and tries to go hunting but gets attacked by a snake and loses half his ear and the middle of his tail is all torn up, hence his warrior Name, Blurrytail. He'll eventually kill the snake and that's when Lemonfoot will find him and take him back and bring him to the medicine den.)
(M'kay. Make sure you check with Brooklyn Trees before we go to the med cat.)


"Blurrykit, I don't mean it like that! You're hurt if Rotalkit-- No, come back!!" Lemonfoot's eyes widened as the kit ran off, adrenaline suddenly coursing through her veins as she ran after him. She was a grown cat, defiantly faster than a kit. But Blurrykit was small and slipped away in the darkness of night so that the molly lost track of him. She was breathing heavily as she frantically looked around, her claws unsheathed in her panic picking up grass and dirt as she dashed around. "Blurrykit!" She yelled, trying to keep her voice stern and not worried. "Get back over her!" Her motherly anxiety kept her from the obvious solution of tracking the kit by scent, so she continued her blind search in the wrong direction.

[Autumnblaze]

(M'kay. Make sure you check with Brooklyn Trees before we go to the med cat.)


"Blurrykit, I don't mean it like that! You're hurt if Rotalkit-- No, come back!!" Lemonfoot's eyes widened as the kit ran off, adrenaline suddenly coursing through her veins as she ran after him. She was a grown cat, defiantly faster than a kit. But Blurrykit was small and slipped away in the darkness of night so that the molly lost track of him. She was breathing heavily as she frantically looked around, her claws unsheathed in her panic picking up grass and dirt as she dashed around. "Blurrykit!" She yelled, trying to keep her voice stern and not worried. "Get back over her!" Her motherly anxiety kept her from the obvious solution of tracking the kit by scent, so she continued her blind search in the wrong direction.

Blurrykit slowed down his pace as he tried to pick up a scent. "I'll show them that I'm not what they think I am, I'll show them I'm better! I've always been better!" The grey tabby kit started to bristle a bit, but then he caught a scent, mouse. Blurrykit got down into his very rusty hunter's crouch and slowly stepped towards the mouse, his focus directed toward it. Blurrykit slowly stood up and sniffed the air, causing the mouse to run away. He opened his mouth and a shot of fear went through him, snake! It was too late to run away, the snake lifted itself off the ground and BIT into Blurrykit's side, the kit wiggled to try to get it off, finally unsheathing his claws and shoving the snake off, Now's my chance! I can catch the snake! The tom kit spun around to face the snake, unaware of its sudden movements, and slammed his claws down, onto grass. Blurrykit grunted with frustration, desperately trying to figure out where the snake was. All of a sudden the orange snake launched itself at Blurrykit'a tail, sinking it's teeth into his flesh, drawing blood. Blurrykit panicked and tried to swing at the serpent, but it was too far away. The kit started spinning around, running around in small circles, causing the snake to lose grip on his tail, finally stopping, causing the snake to fly off his tail and hit a tree. Blurrykit smiled and walked over to his kill, but then he realized the mistake he made. Blurrykit backed up, but not fast enough, and the snake flung itself at Blurrykit's face, latching onto his ear. He finally had a plan. The tom started to lash out as his own ear, scratching the snake's face. The snake fell off, taking half of Blurrykit's ear with it. Blurrykit winced at the pain and felt the blood dripping down his cheek, but he continued on with his plan. He quickly spun his body around and caught up to the snake, slamming his claws down on it. He grinned when he found it successful. Blurrykit slid his claws over to the snake's head and held it down, then kept it steady by putting his other paw on its body, and leant his head down and snapped its neck, killing it. He let go and sighed, sitting down and smiling with satisfaction at his kill, almost forgetting that the snake pulled off half his ear and tail.

(Lemonfoot can find Blurrykit now)

[lone]

If there was something off with the blue feline, Azulpaw didn't notice. He was too busy grooming his own pelt to rid of the dust. He thought it was a sweet gesture that Asterpaw was willing to groom him, but Azulpaw was not comfortable when he felt her tongue rasping over his scars. He made him recoil, which was why he pushed himself away from her touch. But he had laughed it off because he didn’t want her to feel that there was something wrong. There wasn’t anything wrong! Azulpaw was fine! Upon the fact that her voice was pleading with him, Azulpaw looked up at her for a second, staring at her form with silent eyes. He then narrowed him, ‘’You didn’t hurt me.’’ He probably sounded harsher than he intended, but did she forget who she was talking to? ‘’I received worst blows.’’ It had actually felt good--when she was grooming him. But, at the same time weird since he knew Bluepaw wouldn’t approve of it. Azulpaw decided to stay away from much drama, and Bluepaw was all sorts of drama that Azulpaw wanted to be rid of.

‘’Now stop with the apologies. You didn’t hurt me. Gosh!’’ He rolled his eyes, heaving out a sigh. She made it seem like he was helpless. That he always needed help. Azulpaw didn’t want to be considered weak. He had been training long--hard, even at night just to keep his build up. Sure, he was weak...not very strong when it came to physical attributes, but he held onto hope. Because hope was all he needed. He took time to train even more, to build up his skills. And, Asterpaw was treating him like a-- a--a kit! ‘’Do you see these scars?’’ The tom narrowed his eyes at her. ‘’Huh? Do you!?’’ Maybe, he should had lowered his voice. Asterpaw had done nothing wrong to him, and he knew this, but Azulpaw was agitated. Only for a moment, before he inhaled, and breathed out slowly. ‘’Listen--Asterpaw, it’s not your fault. But, um...I mean I survived this long.’’ He said, and for a moment looked away from her.

Letting out an awkward chuckle, the tom turned back to her, his yellow eyes gleaming. ‘’What happened to the Aster that loved to push me out of trees?’’ He asked, wondering inwardly why she was being tender with him. Like he was fragile. A red flag should had been when she apologized to him. Azulpaw knew Asterpaw to be one of the most sarcastic felines in his life--which was a reason why he liked her. She was playful...but right now she was simply being...annoying.

And, weird. If he haven’t thought that before, but since this was going over his head, the tom found her to be amusing at the same time. They hardly had time for each other, being with their significant others and all. As he finished grooming himself, he took the time to look up at the sky. Goodness, it was getting dark. He knew he should had been back in the den before Alabasterpaw had woken up. Lately, he knew how to sneak away from her when he wanted some alone time. She was giving him mixed feelings. One point, he liked her. The next point, he couldn't stand her. She was something so contagiously enticing that Azulpaw didn't know what to feel. He wanted to make sure they were both happy, but Alabasterpaw was selfish. She was overbearing, yet Azulpaw liked her?

The tom shook his head, bringing his gaze back down to stare at his comrade. The two of shouldn't be talking. They should hate each other, but Azulpaw found that hard to be happening. Because hate was such a strong feeling. A feeling that was so easy to feel for Alabasterpaw but no Asterpaw. He longed from hating her. He liked her. She was a good friend, but as he gazed down at her, he wondered what could she be thinking.

“What are you thinking about-”

Azulpaw’s voice was quiet, hushed like because he didn't want anyone to hear him. He didn't want anyone to be in their business, but as soon as those words left the tom’s mouth, Asterpaw was already talking. And, the words she said made Azulpaw look at her oddily.

Did she just call him handsome?

Scratch that...was she using her impersonation of Alabasterpaw? Azulpaw only knew this because he could remember the time when she did do an excellent impersonation of the white feline. They were sisters--half sisters, but they knew each other well. Azulpaw wanted to ask her why she was doing that little act, but he brushed it off. It wouldn't be the first time Asterpaw was acting weird. But, it had made him flinch. He didn't like Alabasterpaw--that--much. He found her annoying, but as long as he kept her happy? They both were fine. More so, Azulpaw who was able to relax after a full bothersome day.

Though the tom had laughed. “Oh? I'm finally happy you noticed, sweetheart.” He purred, almost leaning into her, but instead focused his gaze on the sky above, and he wrapped his tail around himself. “Took you long enough, don't you think?” He eyed her from a side gaze, his yellow eyes trailing her form before he snapped them away. It was funny. Was this some sort of game? Because Asterpaw loved to play games, and Azulpaw knew this. So, he played along. Along with whatever this was.

Because he didn't know what this was, or what type of game she wanted to play. He wanted to stay as unconfused as possible, but she was toying with him. What was with the get-up? Azulpaw saw her as one of his best friends. He was just happy to be in her presence once more than he had in a long time. It felt good to see and play with her again. Perhaps even climb a tree so she could push him out of it---oh, how humorous it would be for them both! Nothing, but happiness. This was all the tom longed for.

At her words, so small and quiet, the tom sharply turned his head to look at her. She was...scared? Azulpaw tilted his head, ruffling his fur in the process as he gave her his undivided attention. Something happened--

What happened? That's what he wanted to ask, but listening had to be the thing he needed to do. He needed to listen to her, to get to the bottom of why everything had changed; flipped; twisted the course of a future he thought he would be living, but instead he found out she was scared. “What did you have to do afraid of?” He asked. He was still confused. Oh, extremely confused. Truly, he was disappointed. That she thought he would be angry with her, or reject her. If it was anything, Azulpaw felt that she had rejected him. She had left him. She rejected him. “You must be pretty stupid if you think I would had been disappointing in you. The only thing I'm disappointed about is the fact that you went to Bluepaw.” He seethed, lowering his voice. That's the only thing he needed to be disappointed about. He couldn't even look at her. Inwardly, he felt another argument brewing between the two. Started because of his big mouth and attitude. “Out of everyone else! You went to him! He should had been the last one you have gone to!”

Again, his voice was raising a bit too loud. He needed to learn how to keep his anger under controlled so they wouldn't be caught out here, but he couldn't help as he felt his anger flare up within his heart once more. It already had been broken, stepped on, shattered--beyond repair. It already had been twisted, thrown, and dug up like it was nothing. But at her words, the tom couldn't even bear looking at her, for he had no words that could answer that question.

Usually when he didn't have an answer, he would dodge it with another fact. “Oh? Like you're with Bluepaw who also wants me dead--or did you forget that? The cat that is behind all the schemes?” Alabasterpaw wasn't doing this alone. The two felines had flaws of their own, but could Asterpaw be so dense that she forgot she was with the tom that was waiting for her half sister to end the life of the grey pelted tom? “Surely, you're not that blind by love, Asterpaw.” His voice became more quieter, more calmer as he squeezed his tail around himself. The fact that Asterpaw was in love with Bluepaw? Azulpaw shook his head. He couldn't think about that at the moment.

Azulpaw let out a sigh. Maybe staying here was a bad idea on his hand. Maybe he should had never ran into her, and so willingly stayed. One thing for sure? They would always end up in some type of argument. Thoughe had gave her an incredulous look. Him? Love Alabasterpaw? He would had burst out laughing, but she was serious. She was being literal serious? She had got to be kidding him. “Love is...a strong feeling, don't you think, Asterpaw? I don't love Alabasterpaw.” He shook his head, almost cringing at the thought. Asterpaw must have been very sleepy if she thought he loved her half sister; the white demon. Surely she was hallucinating.

But, even if the tom didn't like her because he knew didn't like her, he let out a huff of amusement. “You like to assume much, hm?” He teased lightheartedly. “I don't love her. First of all, there's more to a she cat with a sparkling laugh and a pretty face, Asterpaw.” He rolled his eyes. She should had known how he felt when it came to physical looks. After all, with how much he was beaten up, he wasn't a looker anymore. He felt what he gained in strength, he lost in looks. Especially with the help of Alabasterpaw who did a pretty good number on him. He was the last one to be picky about who he liked. Or, what he wanted his dream she cat to be like. “But! I do have to admit… I am actually quite becoming smitten to her. She's...lovely. Despite her messed up intentions,” he chuckled, lowly, but looked at the ground as he thought about the white demon. Slowly he was becoming attached to her, by getting to know her. She wasn't...so bad. “She's not that bad to get to know.” He said, allowing his claws to sink into the dirt below him as a hidden smiled placed on his face. He only didn't know why it was there.

“Listen-” he was interrupted at the voice of the she cat. She was apologizing...again. Azulpaw perked his ears, shaking his head at her, but thought it was sweet that she was acting such a way. Sweet and weird. He couldn't pinpoint why she was acting such a way, but he figured it would come to pass. Instead, he stepped closer to her, so their pelts were touching. He leaned his head down on top of hers, purring. “Stop apologizing. It's annoying. You didn't hurt me. Can we just...forget about this conversation and at least try to be happy for one another?” He pulled his head away, and whispered into her, hoping that she would accept it like...it was. Get a check of reality. Whether it was bitter or sweet. They needed to accept what life have welcomed them into at this point. But, one decision was chosen for three. That one mistake led to such heartbreak.
Asterpaw flinched in surprise at hearing his tone when he told her that her apologies were annoying. But if she hadn't hurt him, then how come he had pulled away? She must have done something wrong. Because right now, it felt like all she could do was mess up. She was just one major screw up, that was it.... she was a mistake in a sea of mistakes. She had done everything that could possibly be wrong. Because she was the worst cat to live in SkyClan, ever. Asterpaw was confident that no one had messed up as badly as she had, and she wished that she couldn't see the expression on his face. She didn't want to look at him anymore because it hurt. It hurt more then she wanted to admit. His playful comment caused the feline to suck in air rather quickly before she breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he was just playing with her. Game or no game, it felt very real to the young apprentice as she tried to think of a playful comeback. But all that came to her mind was "Yes. I am."

She'd realized it a little too late, and why had it taken her so long? Drama. Nothing but drama. Her life was like a pool of drama at this point, and the she cat could see her dreams dying on the ground in front of her. So much for her future. The harshness in his voice when he spoke to her again made Asterpaw want to cry. She wanted to scream, to shout, to plead her innocence, but she wasn't innocent. Until she was angry. Angry and wishing that none of this had ever happened, she should have just... walked away from Bluepaw before she was preyed upon. Before she felt as though she were doing the right thing. She should have walked away and she should have pretended that she was alright. Buzzardstride was the only other cat who was aware of her stupidity. And yes, she was stupid. Asterpaw was stupid. She knew she had been stupid. But, instead of saying that, she chose to fight as though she were the most innocent cat alive - forget not pleading. She was going to fight to prove that she had done what was right, fight to prove that he wouldn't have understood anyways.

"I'm not stupid!" She wanted to tell him everything. Really, really bad - stupid crushes. Stupid arguments. This whole thing was what was stupid, not her. She wanted to cry. But that would be even stupider, crying over something dumb like this? Please. She had dealt with much worse arguments, why would she cry over a single one?

"You don't know what I did, and I can't tell you, Azulpaw. I can't tell you because you will reject me! You will. You couldn't understand, you just can't - you can't know - you're too self-sacrificial, you can't know what it's like, you can't understand!"

He could never know what it was like to kill another cat. Asterpaw bit her lip, wishing that he could understand. But he couldn't. Azulpaw would never have killed. Ever. No matter what, she knew - she knew - that he wouldn't kill. Because he was a special cat. A special cat that she had rejected, her fault, all her fault, why had she rejected him... [why. A question that needed answering, surely, but she couldn't answer it. Her whole chest hurt. "Bluepaw understood. He gave me what I needed, okay? He gave me what I needed. And I took it." It wasn't something that Asterpaw was proud of. But he had understood. She knew he would, because he was a murderer himself - and now she wasn't much better then he was. She was worse then Alabasterpaw, she had actually killed! She had actually taken the life of another cat, like, for real. Alabasterpaw hadn't succeeded, and now she never would - at least Asterpaw hoped not - but someone else was dead. That cat would never walk on the earth again. The look in his eyes haunted her every time she closed them, it was hard to go to sleep, there were nightmares... it was scary... and Asterpaw had taken her options into consideration. Too scared to leave. And it was hard to stay. So what was a feline to do?

"I needed someone to... understand. Someone to know what it was like." Part of her wanted to cry again. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't tell him she had killed someone. Azulpaw wouldn't understand that she had killed someone, why, and how, and... why hadn't she just let him kill her? Why hadn't she just skipped that final hit, he had been done... but Asterpaw's fear had driven her further. It had been an accident. Yet it was all her fault and now there was a mess because of it. She couldn't get over the fact that someone was dead because of her. "I didn't forget. I can't forget. And I don't.... I don't love him." And she didn't. Asterpaw couldn't love him. Not after everything that had happened. She might be with him, but it was more of an arrangement then anything else. An arrangement to make sure that Azulpaw didn't die. Her crush. Best friend. North star. A cat that meant a lot to her, yet she had hurt him - regardless of whether she had wanted to or not. She had hurt him. He was hurt because of her, and she hadn't meant to. "I didn't mean for it to hurt you, Azulpaw. Okay? I didn't mean it. If I had known, then I wouldn't have done it." Asterpaw mewed before remembering that he didn't want her to apologize. It was annoying, apparently. But why was it annoying? If she felt bad, wasn't it right to apologize? Not according to her friend, it wasn't. His remark gave her a clawhold for a playful, jabbing comment - a friendly comment. Just go back to the way things used to be. Forget. Forget everything. Forget everything and play. If only she could tell him - but because she couldn't, it had to be forgotten. She had to pretend that everything was alright. That she was okay. And she would be, eventually she would be okay. Someday she would be okay. Asterpaw had no way of knowing how far away or how close that day was, but she could hope that it was coming up soon. Perhaps someday soon she would feel more okay. Someday after she was able to leave Bluepaw. That courage was going to take a long, long time to come. And by the time she worked up courage her longing to leave him might have left. He wasn't a bad cat. Jealousy, as Asterpaw was sure, could drive cats to do crazy things.

"Look at you... just the wise old cat, aren't you? Guess we're all going to be coming to you for advice now." The blue feline chuckled, nudging him lightly. Every time she touched him, she wanted to hold that contact for as long as possible. Cats dealt with crushes in very different ways, it seemed. Asterpaw? She wanted to hold contact - something that was rare for her - and she felt almost lightheaded, giddy, walking on air. Except... for now. Thank StarClan she wasn't in love with him at the moment. There was a difference between having a crush and being in love, and Asterpaw? She couldn't deal with being in love and seeing him with her half-sister, the two of them appearing to be quite happy. And, her remark was confirmed by his words. Which crushed her heart once more, making her bite her lip and try to hold back a slight whimper. I knew it. I knew he liked her. He's going to fall in love with her, and then it's bye-bye Aster. Stupid - this whole thing - it's all stupid. I can't believe this is happening to me. It was too much for her. How was she supposed to deal with it? Still, time to shrug it off. Just - shrug it off. "So glad you're finally recognizing your feelings for Alli! Better tell her that, she'll be... thrilled." Mimicking her sister's cheerful, sweet voice at the end of the statement and keeping her tone pleasant and friendly throughout it, when really all she wanted to do was find something to dig her claws into, and hold onto it for as long as possible. Because right now she was furious. Furious with herself for letting Azulpaw go, for going to Bluepaw, for killing another cat. Furious with him for actually developing feelings for Alabasterpaw.

Furious with her sister and Bluepaw, their stupid schemes, well - it looked like it had worked in a rather backwards way. Now Asterpaw was the one who felt like all she wanted to do was lay down and die. Because her feelings sucked. And there was nothing that she could do about them. They were going to stay until she was a very old cat, and she wouldn't be able to fix her heart on her own. It was broken. Beyond repair.

All of her was broken, and she was just... tired. Exhausted. She felt like she wanted to sleep now, even though she wasn't going to be able to. Every time she closed her eyes that Dusk Syndicate cat was there. If only she had found something else, anything else, to focus on besides him. But no, he was still there. The blue feline breathed a soft sigh of contentment at feeling Azulpaw's head on top of her own. Feeling him next to her. It could have been... it should have been... like this. This was the way that Asterpaw thought things might have happened, her fantasy - that was never going to be reality. Her fantasy that was going to be over soon. As soon as Alabasterpaw found out about this late night conversation, or maybe Bluepaw, things were going to go downhill. Asterpaw wouldn't tell. She would never tell. And she hoped her companion wouldn't either. The feline bit her lip, thinking about his words, softly spoken into her ear - in a way that made her heart rate go up again. No. She couldn't be happy. It was too hard, it was hard to be happy, but - if he was happy - then she was surely going to try.

"I'm happy for you. That you can find... happiness with Alabasterpaw." There. Good enough, and it was as good as Asterpaw would get to the real thing. A small smile played at the corner of her maw and she gave him the lightest of nudges. "Race you to that tree over there. Loser has to jump out of it!" She purred, grinning at Azulpaw with that familiar playful spark in her grey-green hues. There. Playing was good, it would take her mind off of the current situation. Take her mind off of everything.

Bluepaw was still sleeping, right? Nothing bad could happen while they were out here alone. Her sister might have eyes everywhere - or so it seemed - but Alabasterpaw would never find out about this night and the fun that her half-sister was having in this moment.






The orange tom spotted the silvery feline sitting by the stream - smiling. A grin spread over his own features as he crept up behind her, paws carrying him quickly over the ground towards the feline. "Is the pretty lady lonely?" He asked, a sweet-as-honey purr rumbling in his throat, eyes bright and friendly with the promise of hanging out with the pretty she cat. Drizzleshard was a great cat to hang around, and he knew it. He knew he was lucky to be hanging out with her, and the tom took a seat beside her, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he gave her a friendly look. "Does Drizzyboo need some company?" Blazingcomet asked in a teasing manner. Honestly, he hadn't even realized that he had missed the she cat until a little while ago. When he had been thinking about the time the two had spent together. A purr rumbled in his throat - of pleasure, not trying to flirt - and he wrapped his tail securely around her.

Acornhaze had practically swooned at this gesture, but knowing his companion... she would respond with something playful or flirty. Just the type of cat that Blazingcomet liked. He quite enjoyed her company if he were being honest, and right now he was glad to be around Drizzleshard. Such a unique she cat with a unique name. And, right now, he didn't feel like he needed anyone else. I must be going crazy, the feline thought with a slight chuckle. Still, his entertainment in her was never wearing off. Could it be...? But no, Blazingcomet was not the type to really 'fall in love.' His definition of love was a good deal different then most cats might define it as. And he would find a mate when he was good and ready, but right now he was only nineteen moons old! The world was his oyster. And he had no need to find a mate at the moment.

No need at all.

Splash

[Splash]

The orange tom spotted the silvery feline sitting by the stream - smiling. A grin spread over his own features as he crept up behind her, paws carrying him quickly over the ground towards the feline. "Is the pretty lady lonely?" He asked, a sweet-as-honey purr rumbling in his throat, eyes bright and friendly with the promise of hanging out with the pretty she cat. Drizzleshard was a great cat to hang around, and he knew it. He knew he was lucky to be hanging out with her, and the tom took a seat beside her, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he gave her a friendly look. "Does Drizzyboo need some company?" Blazingcomet asked in a teasing manner. Honestly, he hadn't even realized that he had missed the she cat until a little while ago. When he had been thinking about the time the two had spent together. A purr rumbled in his throat - of pleasure, not trying to flirt - and he wrapped his tail securely around her.

Acornhaze had practically swooned at this gesture, but knowing his companion... she would respond with something playful or flirty. Just the type of cat that Blazingcomet liked. He quite enjoyed her company if he were being honest, and right now he was glad to be around Drizzleshard. Such a unique she cat with a unique name. And, right now, he didn't feel like he needed anyone else. I must be going crazy, the feline thought with a slight chuckle. Still, his entertainment in her was never wearing off. Could it be...? But no, Blazingcomet was not the type to really 'fall in love.' His definition of love was a good deal different then most cats might define it as. And he would find a mate when he was good and ready, but right now he was only nineteen moons old! The world was his oyster. And he had no need to find a mate at the moment.

No need at all.

@Splash (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2442)

Drizzleshard's smile widened as she heard and recognized the playful voice of Blazingcomet. Of course she had been right that he was going to meet her here. "The pretty lady," she responded teasingly, turning to face the grinning orange tom, "has been in need of company for quite a while. Nice of you to finally deliver," she finished, her tail arching happily over her head. "Blazeyboo," she quickly added to the end of her response, holding back a giggle at the embarrassing name. As Blazingcomet sat next to her, a warm feeling spread throughout her, spreading all the way to a tingling sensation in the tips of her whiskers. Her indigo orbs flashed brightly as she flicked Blazingcomet's ear with her tail. "That's for leaving me on my own for soooo long," she explained, flopping onto her back dramatically, accidentally landing on the ginger tom's tail. As the position was surprisingly comfortable, she stayed there, on top of his tail, gazing at the wispy clouds overhead that were isolated in the sea of blue sky. The clouds, that's where she felt like she was- in her own secret world with the handsome ginger tom sitting next to her. No one else could find them. No one else mattered. Nothing did but Blazingcomet. A small smile grew on the molly's face as she realized that this would be her entire day- perfection.
With the tom that she was falling in love with.
It was time to move on.

[Mango]

Cucumberpickle carried his prey and ran towards camp, he wanted to simply wanted to relax so he rushed not watching his footing, he stepped in a thorn and winced, before tripping and falling into a thorn bush," YOWWW! HELP!" He yowled (Open)

[lone]

Drizzleshard's smile widened as she heard and recognized the playful voice of Blazingcomet. Of course she had been right that he was going to meet her here. "The pretty lady," she responded teasingly, turning to face the grinning orange tom, "has been in need of company for quite a while. Nice of you to finally deliver," she finished, her tail arching happily over her head. "Blazeyboo," she quickly added to the end of her response, holding back a giggle at the embarrassing name. As Blazingcomet sat next to her, a warm feeling spread throughout her, spreading all the way to a tingling sensation in the tips of her whiskers. Her indigo orbs flashed brightly as she flicked Blazingcomet's ear with her tail. "That's for leaving me on my own for soooo long," she explained, flopping onto her back dramatically, accidentally landing on the ginger tom's tail. As the position was surprisingly comfortable, she stayed there, on top of his tail, gazing at the wispy clouds overhead that were isolated in the sea of blue sky. The clouds, that's where she felt like she was- in her own secret world with the handsome ginger tom sitting next to her. No one else could find them. No one else mattered. Nothing did but Blazingcomet. A small smile grew on the molly's face as she realized that this would be her entire day- perfection.
With the tom that she was falling in love with.
It was time to move on.

"My wish is your command, lovely." Blazingcomet teased, eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched Drizzleshard. She was indeed a beautiful cat, worthy of praise. The praise of the orange tom along with others... the feline believed that, at least. For him, there was no other cat in the Clan like her. Just as there was no one else like himself, or Gingerblossom - but the feline seemed destined to just be a "friend." The tom knew he wasn't getting anywhere with her. And, honestly, seeing that cheerful smile fall off her features would break his heart. Just as if he were to leave Drizzleshard, it would - unknowingly - break her own heart. And he wouldn't, he enjoyed the silver cat's company a little too much. Not the greatest strength he could have. Blazeyboo? The word that had left his companion's maw gave him a jolt of surprise, and he stared at her for a moment before busting into laughter. "Blazeyboo? That gets my approval, for sure," He purred, giving his friend a friendly smile. As far as Drizzleshard went, she got his approval. She was a cat to be treasured. A surprised mrrow left his maw as she landed on his tail, and the fur on the back of his neck bristled slightly. But, as he got used to the gentle weight of the she cat, he was even able to make a flirty comment. "They should have named you Drizzlefeather, you're so light!" He purred, eyes twinkling with mischief as he praised the feline's light weight.

[Splash]

"My wish is your command, lovely." Blazingcomet teased, eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched Drizzleshard. She was indeed a beautiful cat, worthy of praise. The praise of the orange tom along with others... the feline believed that, at least. For him, there was no other cat in the Clan like her. Just as there was no one else like himself, or Gingerblossom - but the feline seemed destined to just be a "friend." The tom knew he wasn't getting anywhere with her. And, honestly, seeing that cheerful smile fall off her features would break his heart. Just as if he were to leave Drizzleshard, it would - unknowingly - break her own heart. And he wouldn't, he enjoyed the silver cat's company a little too much. Not the greatest strength he could have. Blazeyboo? The word that had left his companion's maw gave him a jolt of surprise, and he stared at her for a moment before busting into laughter. "Blazeyboo? That gets my approval, for sure," He purred, giving his friend a friendly smile. As far as Drizzleshard went, she got his approval. She was a cat to be treasured. A surprised mrrow left his maw as she landed on his tail, and the fur on the back of his neck bristled slightly. But, as he got used to the gentle weight of the she cat, he was even able to make a flirty comment. "They should have named you Drizzlefeather, you're so light!" He purred, eyes twinkling with mischief as he praised the feline's light weight.
A small smile appeared on the maw of the silver she-cat at Blazingcomet's words. "My wish, hm? Now what could I do with that power..." Drizzleshard broke off, smiling mischievously. "I'll save it for later. And I'm glad you like the name- I made it entirely for your enjoyment." With this, Drizzleshard flicked Blazingcomet's ear with her tail (something she was growing to enjoy), although with her back on the ground it required a fair amount of effort. So worth it. A small spark of shock flashed upon the pool-like orbs of the molly at Blazingcomet's compliment- it actually sounded genuine. She was slightly taken aback, and it took a noticeable second for her to respond. "I'll have to let Grousestar know. Maybe we can get your name changed, too. How about... Blazeyboo?" the molly asked, sitting back up. "Think that'd work? I can imagine it perfectly- Blazingcomet, you new name will be Blazeyboo. StarClan honors your humor and courage, and we welcome you as a full member of... IfollowDrizzleshard'swishesClan," Drizzleshard meowed, smiling widely. "Then everyone will chant for you! Just imagine the gathering," she finished with a small chuckle.

[lone]

A small smile appeared on the maw of the silver she-cat at Blazingcomet's words. "My wish, hm? Now what could I do with that power..." Drizzleshard broke off, smiling mischievously. "I'll save it for later. And I'm glad you like the name- I made it entirely for your enjoyment." With this, Drizzleshard flicked Blazingcomet's ear with her tail (something she was growing to enjoy), although with her back on the ground it required a fair amount of effort. So worth it. A small spark of shock flashed upon the pool-like orbs of the molly at Blazingcomet's compliment- it actually sounded genuine. She was slightly taken aback, and it took a noticeable second for her to respond. "I'll have to let Grousestar know. Maybe we can get your name changed, too. How about... Blazeyboo?" the molly asked, sitting back up. "Think that'd work? I can imagine it perfectly- Blazingcomet, you new name will be Blazeyboo. StarClan honors your humor and courage, and we welcome you as a full member of... IfollowDrizzleshard'swishesClan," Drizzleshard meowed, smiling widely. "Then everyone will chant for you! Just imagine the gathering," she finished with a small chuckle.
"Hey, don't abuse your wishing power!" Blazingcomet laughed, nudging her lightly as he stared at the feline. Her wish was his command. "You know me so well," A purr came from the tom's maw as she mentioned making it entirely for his enjoyment. A lie, but a well covered one. Golden eyes seemed to settle on the silver cat for far too long. Blazingcomet knew when he liked someone. And he knew what to do about it too - what use was there hanging around doing nothing when life was too short already? Still, he would wait a little longer. It was as though he were holding onto these precious moments while they lasted, before he and Drizzleshard would have kits together. For Blazingcomet, there was no 'short term' in a relationship. He had never had a serious relationship before, but he was confident it would work out the right way. "If you insist. But then I'll have hundreds of she cats calling me Blazeyboo... and I'll give them the wish-power too. You want that?" Blazingcomet challenged, his eyes sparkling as he stared at Drizzleshard. Part of him felt as though he could stare at her forever. She was fun to be around, funny, had a lovely smile... and a lovely pelt. Yep, there was nothing lacking there! Looked like this tom had found his perfect match. Or at least, so it seemed.

[Splash]

"Hey, don't abuse your wishing power!" Blazingcomet laughed, nudging her lightly as he stared at the feline. Her wish was his command. "You know me so well," A purr came from the tom's maw as she mentioned making it entirely for his enjoyment. A lie, but a well covered one. Golden eyes seemed to settle on the silver cat for far too long. Blazingcomet knew when he liked someone. And he knew what to do about it too - what use was there hanging around doing nothing when life was too short already? Still, he would wait a little longer. It was as though he were holding onto these precious moments while they lasted, before he and Drizzleshard would have kits together. For Blazingcomet, there was no 'short term' in a relationship. He had never had a serious relationship before, but he was confident it would work out the right way. "If you insist. But then I'll have hundreds of she cats calling me Blazeyboo... and I'll give them the wish-power too. You want that?" Blazingcomet challenged, his eyes sparkling as he stared at Drizzleshard. Part of him felt as though he could stare at her forever. She was fun to be around, funny, had a lovely smile... and a lovely pelt. Yep, there was nothing lacking there! Looked like this tom had found his perfect match. Or at least, so it seemed. (Omg you type fast lol)
A small frown appeared on Drizzleshard's face at Blazingcomet's request. "Aw, do I have to be responsible in this situation?" she pouted. With a small sigh, she nodded. "Fine," she mewed simply, in mock irritation. Another ripple of shock spread through the lithe molly from what Blazingcomet had said. Do I know him that well? she wondered. Not really... but it felt like she did. Felt like she'd known him since- honestly, since kithood. Maybe earlier, like they'd met while waiting to be born. "You think? she asked the fiery-pelted tom, trying to appear casual, though she knew she was failing. Drizzleshard needed to hear the answer to this. Her mind traveled, wisps of thoughts entering and begging for attention. Finally, she settled on one- the future. Blazingcomet would take her as a mate, right? Only one way to know for sure other than flat-out asking: a simple question that she pretended to slip-up in. "What do you want to name our- I mean, your kits? If you ever have them? Someday?" she asked, pretending to be flustered. Too bad she couldn't fake a blush. "I like the name Fogkit. Or Cloudkit. Something like water vapor. I find it so pretty. Kinda like you," she purred, inwardly praising herself. 10/10 casual compliment; it was phrased like she hadn't even noticed it slip out.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Something in Mousejump's statement had clearly made an impact, but what? The way Ebonyfrost reacted raised some red flags, but Mousejump understood that she'd have to pinpoint the exact cause of her daughter's outburst before judging the younger feline's reaction. She'd have to answer in a way that referred back to her earlier comments.

Mousejump observed the way Ebonyfrost avoided her gaze, but her voice gave away her angry manner towards the argument. Mousejump had always wondered what color her own kits' eyes were, but had never gathered the courage to so much as ask. She, like Ebonyfrost, was afraid of others discovering her deepest, darkest secret, due to the fear of being looked at as weak. Mousejump was colorblind, and her kits had no idea. But had they asked? is what she always tells herself when she begins to feel guilty.

Mousejump did not have the ability to cage her temper for as long as Ebonyfrost. Later, when her anger drifted away, she would secretly - and reluctantly - admire her daughter's capability to keep her temper at bay. Eyes flaring furiously, Mousejump growled softly. What would you know about it? What makes you think you know me at all anymore? These words hurt, but of course, during an argument as intense as the one currently taking place, hurt was not to be taken into consideration. At least, not in the moment. Afterwards, when words were delivered and actions had been done, then Mousejump would face the hurt. However, she wouldn't face the hurt, either. She'd bottle up the pain and take it to her grave.

Well, excuse me for looking out for my daughter. Why should Ebonyfrost find fault in this claim? And actually, where would the younger she-cat find fault? Perhaps Ebonyfrost just wanted to feel independent, and felt irritated in her mother's attempted interference? But that wouldn't spark such a reaction.

And y'know, maybe I have some experience in the area you're struggling in! Could Ebonyfrost's reaction be fueled by fear? Fear that Mousejump was getting closer and closer to learning her secret? She'd have to pursue this possibility.

But you'd know, right? I mean, I am just me, aren't I? No, definitely not a comment that was strong enough to spark Ebonyfrost's reaction.

You must be able to read me so easily! Thinking about it, Mousejump realized this comment could've offended Ebonyfrost. With this sentence laced into her previous one, her daughter must've been angry that Mousejump believed she didn't know her own mother. Was Ebonyfrost hiding guilt behind anger?

``I raised you, that's what makes me think I know you - I will always know you. And how would you know if I knew anything about your issue?`` Mousejump had successfully brought up both her suspicions in her comment. By claiming she knew her daughter, she was mentioning her previous statement on experience. And by doubting Ebonyfrost on her knowledge on Mousejump, she brought up the retort on being able to read her so easily. Now, she'd simply have to thoroughly observe her daughter's response.


Ebonyfrost swallowed thickly a few times, trying to run the lumo that has formed in her throat down. Angry tears threatened to break the waterline, and she blinked harshly a few times before raising her eyes back up to her mother.
She could just run.
Turn around and run off into the forest, ignore the questions. But something made her stay. Not to say that she was unaware of what grounded her there. She wasn't happy about it.
It was not a change of heart, not guilt, not a duty to Mousejump. It was nothing that she could consider in this case a good thing. Out of everything that could have kept her there, to respond to her mother's words, it was none of the innumerable ways that could have been good, that could have made her a better cat, made her closer to her mother. Foolish pride – pride for herself, for the way that she had hidden this flaw in herself, pride for this false identity that she had consumed – made her remain.

"You raised me?" She scoffed. She knew how much she would regret these words later on, how much these words would burn into her mind once she had calmed.
"If that is the best that you can come up with as reason to know me, then you can't possibly know me. You haven't truly known me since I was a kit." Her words were heated now, she had begun to lose her cold, hard tone of voice. Ebonyfrost's long tail swept the ground, lashing as she tried to keep herself calmer.

The tuxedo feline swallowed again, trying to dissolve the lump that had reappeared. She took a deep breath a continued.
"And how would I know if you knew anything about it? How would I know?" She lowered her voice slightly, finding it to have become cold again.
"How could you? I know about herbs, remedies, problems. Starclan taught me everything I know about this. I'm a medicine cat, and you're just..." She swallowed again, suddenly ashamed of her words. She couldn't stop now though, her words still angry.
"You're just you... I'm a full Medicine Cat now and I have no idea what's wrong with me..."
She'd let it slip a little. Let her know that she thought it to be a medical problem, or worse yet, not a medical problem. Ebonyfrost hadn't meant to say so much, she'd lost herself in her emotions, but now she grew very quiet, very still. Almost afraid of how her mother would respond, if Mousejump would even have caught her accidental slip-up.

[Ivy]

Indigotail walked into SkyClan's forest, inhaling the fresh scent even if she had been out only moments ago. This is what she would loved about SkyClan, how free they were. None could ever hope to challenge us! We have the advantage in the air and on the ground! She thought, pleased that she had pure blood running through her veins. Her dark fur stood out from the rest of the greenery, but she didn't care. She was more of a climber anyways. Besides,
her dark fur helped her in the shade of the trees. "It's a perfect day for a walk,
Brookcreek. It's not too humid, nor is it too windy to climb." She looked back at the handsome tom. "Your eyes certainly go with the leaves." She teased him in a playful manner.
Raven & Co

[Gone]

Indigotail walked into SkyClan's forest, inhaling the fresh scent even if she had been out only moments ago. This is what she would loved about SkyClan, how free they were. None could ever hope to challenge us! We have the advantage in the air and on the ground! She thought, pleased that she had pure blood running through her veins. Her dark fur stood out from the rest of the greenery, but she didn't care. She was more of a climber anyways. Besides, her dark fur helped her in the shade of the trees. "It's a perfect day for a walk, Brookcreek. It's not too humid, nor is it too windy to climb." She looked back at the handsome tom. "Your eyes certainly go with the leaves." She teased him in a playful manner.
Raven & Co
As Brookcreek stepped onto the territory, he gazed at Indigotail immeditaly, listening closely to the she-cat as she spoke about his eyes, he blushed. "Well... I guess, but your fur fits the night sky." He mewed, and he knew this was true, after all, he often went stargazing, whenever he could, he left the warrior's den and went straight into the forest, and whenever he looked up at the stars, he felt as if he was looking at Indigotail, her fur was exactly like it. He sure wasn't really a climber, but still, he did it for fun and to be with Indigotail. He met her gaze and caught up to her, smiling.

[Ivy]

As Brookcreek stepped onto the territory, he gazed at Indigotail immeditaly, listening closely to the she-cat as she spoke about his eyes, he blushed. "Well... I guess, but your fur fits the night sky." He mewed, and he knew this was true, after all, he often went stargazing, whenever he could, he left the warrior's den and went straight into the forest, and whenever he looked up at the stars, he felt as if he was looking at Indigotail, her fur was exactly like it. He sure wasn't really a climber, but still, he did it for fun and to be with Indigotail. He met her gaze and caught up to her, smiling.

It was Indigotail's turn to blush. "Oh..." she stammered and ducked her head shyly as the walked before stopping at a strong oak tree. Looking up, she purred. "Shall we?" Without waiting for his response, she jumped, extending her long hind legs and started to pull herself up the oak, unsheathing her claws. Her tail hung loosely. "Dont be shy, it isn't that hard to latch on." She called, not keeping her eyes off a strong branch. "The wood's softer today." She purred in delight as a soft breeze blew through her fur. Inhaling the sweet scent of the trees, she finally reached their favorite branch. She looked down. "Climb up, Brookcreek!"

[Gone]

It was Indigotail's turn to blush. "Oh..." she stammered and ducked her head shyly as the walked before stopping at a strong oak tree. Looking up, she purred. "Shall we?" Without waiting for his response, she jumped, extending her long hind legs and started to pull herself up the oak, unsheathing her claws. Her tail hung loosely. "Dont be shy, it isn't that hard to latch on." She called, not keeping her eyes off a strong branch. "The wood's softer today." She purred in delight as a soft breeze blew through her fur. Inhaling the sweet scent of the trees, she finally reached their favorite branch. She looked down. "Climb up, Brookcreek!"
Gazing up at the tree, his ears lowered a little, it sure had been a while since he had climbed a tree, but looking over at the she-cat. "The thing is that it's been a really long time since I haven't done this..." Brookcreek admitted, approaching the oak tree and outstretching his claws before he started climbing, he went rather slowly as not to lose his grip and fall, he sure didn't want to get injured right now, though, he soon enough reached her and sat by her side, it was true, the wood was indeed softer. "Yeah... I guess." He said and gazed at the horizon, enjoying the view. "You ever thought about having a mate?" The sandy-gray tom finally asked, he wanted to know everything he could.

[Ivy]

Gazing up at the tree, his ears lowered a little, it sure had been a while since he had climbed a tree, but looking over at the she-cat. "The thing is that it's been a really long time since I haven't done this..." Brookcreek admitted, approaching the oak tree and outstretching his claws before he started climbing, he went rather slowly as not to lose his grip and fall, he sure didn't want to get injured right now, though, he soon enough reached her and sat by her side, it was true, the wood was indeed softer. "Yeah... I guess." He said and gazed at the horizon, enjoying the view. "You ever thought about having a mate?" The sandy-gray tom finally asked, he wanted to know everything he could.

Indigotail breathed in and exhaled before answering the lingering question. "It would be nice." She admitted, looking down as she shuffled her paws. "To know that someone has your back and that you have theirs. You can share a nest and prey together, produce a strong family, enjoy the feeling of being in love with a certain tom or she cat sounds thrilling." She gave a shy smile to Brookcreek. "I have my eyes set on someone, but I'm not so sure he considers me the same way as I do to him. He's so nice and dreamy..." She sighed before turning to her friend. "What about you? What do you think about having a mate, Brookcreek?" The Russian Blue asked him, her eyes flicking with interest.

[Gone]

Indigotail breathed in and exhaled before answering the lingering question. "It would be nice." She admitted, looking down as she shuffled her paws. "To know that someone has your back and that you have theirs. You can share a nest and prey together, produce a strong family, enjoy the feeling of being in love with a certain tom or she cat sounds thrilling." She gave a shy smile to Brookcreek. "I have my eyes set on someone, but I'm not so sure he considers me the same way as I do to him. He's so nice and dreamy..." She sighed before turning to her friend. "What about you? What do you think about having a mate, Brookcreek?" The Russian Blue asked him, her eyes flicking with interest.
Brookcreek's ears perked as she spoke, he was honestly worried as she spoke about a crush she had, it made him feel uncomfortable, she had an eye on a tom? There were so many possibilities! He nodded though as she spoke about the advantages of having a mate. "Y-Yeah, that's definitively true." He admitted, thinking about the kits they could have in the future, if she turned out to be his mate that is. "Well... To be honest, I wouldn't mind it at all, for the same reasons as you and I guess having someone there for you is something pretty nice." The sandy-gray tom admitted, tail curled around his paws, he was definitively starting to worry about who she had her eye on. "S-So, who's that cat you got your eye on?" He asked.

[Ivy]

Brookcreek's ears perked as she spoke, he was honestly worried as she spoke about a crush she had, it made him feel uncomfortable, she had an eye on a tom? There were so many possibilities! He nodded though as she spoke about the advantages of having a mate. "Y-Yeah, that's definitively true." He admitted, thinking about the kits they could have in the future, if she turned out to be his mate that is. "Well... To be honest, I wouldn't mind it at all, for the same reasons as you and I guess having someone there for you is something pretty nice." The sandy-gray tom admitted, tail curled around his paws, he was definitively starting to worry about who she had her eye on. "S-So, who's that cat you got your eye on?" He asked.


Indigotail smiled at him. "Well he's definitely the bravest tom out there. He'd do anything for SkyClan!" She sighed as she stared out at the beautiful mural of clouds and sun that spread out before them. "In fact, he brought me a wonderful gift just a while ago. His fur is like the sand at the Seastones and his eyes match the leaves on this very tree." She gave him a smile. "It's you Brookcreek." While her smile was genuine, her eyes were hopeful and a little bit of fear was held in them. She leaned in and touched his nose, falling a little bit as their muzzles clumsily bumped in a kitty kiss. "Brookcreek, I've fallen in love with you. I want to be with you until the very end..." She whispered in his ear before pulling back, heart beating fast.

[AbsurdJinx]

Ebonyfrost swallowed thickly a few times, trying to run the lumo that has formed in her throat down. Angry tears threatened to break the waterline, and she blinked harshly a few times before raising her eyes back up to her mother.
She could just run.
Turn around and run off into the forest, ignore the questions. But something made her stay. Not to say that she was unaware of what grounded her there. She wasn't happy about it.
It was not a change of heart, not guilt, not a duty to Mousejump. It was nothing that she could consider in this case a good thing. Out of everything that could have kept her there, to respond to her mother's words, it was none of the innumerable ways that could have been good, that could have made her a better cat, made her closer to her mother. Foolish pride – pride for herself, for the way that she had hidden this flaw in herself, pride for this false identity that she had consumed – made her remain.

"You raised me?" She scoffed. She knew how much she would regret these words later on, how much these words would burn into her mind once she had calmed.
"If that is the best that you can come up with as reason to know me, then you can't possibly know me. You haven't truly known me since I was a kit." Her words were heated now, she had begun to lose her cold, hard tone of voice. Ebonyfrost's long tail swept the ground, lashing as she tried to keep herself calmer.

The tuxedo feline swallowed again, trying to dissolve the lump that had reappeared. She took a deep breath a continued.
"And how would I know if you knew anything about it? How would I know?" She lowered her voice slightly, finding it to have become cold again.
"How could you? I know about herbs, remedies, problems. Starclan taught me everything I know about this. I'm a medicine cat, and you're just..." She swallowed again, suddenly ashamed of her words. She couldn't stop now though, her words still angry.
"You're just you... I'm a full Medicine Cat now and I have no idea what's wrong with me..."
She'd let it slip a little. Let her know that she thought it to be a medical problem, or worse yet, not a medical problem. Ebonyfrost hadn't meant to say so much, she'd lost herself in her emotions, but now she grew very quiet, very still. Almost afraid of how her mother would respond, if Mousejump would even have caught her accidental slip-up.

Mousejump was fuming. She was prepared to break something, destroy anything, just to rid herself of such violent anger. After Ebonyfrost continued to question Mousejump's knowledge on her own daughter, the mother couldn't help but feel so mad. And her daughter's tone only fueled her fury, her tail lashing wildly unlike Ebonyfrost's somewhat controlled movements. Before she could respond with some of her own harsh words, Ebonyfrost spoke some more. Mousejump stepped back, her eyes wide and her ears folded back. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Shocked, the older feline had to take a moment to recover, to think about what had just been shared.

Mousejump was aware that something was wrong, something was bothering Ebonyfrost, but what was it? With Ebonyfrost's words, Mousejump was offered a vague clue. No other cat seemed to be causing her daughter harm, which meant Ebonyfrost must be harboring an internal issue - or a physical problem. But Mousejump couldn't see anything physically wrong with her offspring, so she automatically figured something that either she was hiding her physical issue or she was fighting an internal struggle. Mousejump had somehow ignored Ebonyfrost using her unique rank against her common one because as a mother, when she discovered something was wrong with her kits, she'd do anything to help them, even if it meant forgetting about such a hurtful comment.

``Let me get to know you then, Ebonyfrost,`` Mousejump meowed. Her tone was firmly soft, like a mother scolding her kit for playing with their meal. The firmness was to get her point across, but the softness was to let Ebonyfrost know that Mousejump loved her with everything she had. She now adopted a concerned expression, though anger still flared behind worry. Her daughter's mention of not knowing what was wrong with her tamed the flames of fury, and instead, fueled a whirlwind of concern. ``I know something is wrong, and I only want to help! Why won't you let me help?`` Her tone was desperate now. Mousejump would do just about anything to learn what bothered Ebonyfrost. She'd even tell her of her own disability. Maybe, just maybe, she should do that. ``I - if you tell me what's wrong, I'll tell you something about me that nobody knows. A secret for a secret?`` Believe it or not, Mousejump was bribing her daughter as an act of desperation.

[Gone]

Indigotail smiled at him. "Well he's definitely the bravest tom out there. He'd do anything for SkyClan!" She sighed as she stared out at the beautiful mural of clouds and sun that spread out before them. "In fact, he brought me a wonderful gift just a while ago. His fur is like the sand at the Seastones and his eyes match the leaves on this very tree." She gave him a smile. "It's you Brookcreek." While her smile was genuine, her eyes were hopeful and a little bit of fear was held in them. She leaned in and touched his nose, falling a little bit as their muzzles clumsily bumped in a kitty kiss. "Brookcreek, I've fallen in love with you. I want to be with you until the very end..." She whispered in his ear before pulling back, heart beating fast.
Brookcreek grew more and more tense as she spoke about how brave he was and all, but his ears perked as she spoke about the gift and the sand colored fur, but his jaw almost dropped as he suddently realised who she was talking about, and to prove his point, she affirmed it, that his was HIM, could someone imagine that?! HIM!!! He smiled too and blushed even more. "B-But you're the cat I have a crush on!" He admitted at his turn, he didn't want to hide it anymore, after all she had told him how she felt about him and that was enough for him. His eyes widening at the kitty kiss. "I want the same, Indigotail!" He added with a huge smile on his face, he couldn't be happier right now. He approached her and pressed their muzzles together firmly, his tail going around her to find hers, dark navy color mixing with a sandy one, almost like the sea and shore of a beach.

[lone]

(Omg you type fast lol)
A small frown appeared on Drizzleshard's face at Blazingcomet's request. "Aw, do I have to be responsible in this situation?" she pouted. With a small sigh, she nodded. "Fine," she mewed simply, in mock irritation. Another ripple of shock spread through the lithe molly from what Blazingcomet had said. Do I know him that well? she wondered. Not really... but it felt like she did. Felt like she'd known him since- honestly, since kithood. Maybe earlier, like they'd met while waiting to be born. "You think? she asked the fiery-pelted tom, trying to appear casual, though she knew she was failing. Drizzleshard needed to hear the answer to this. Her mind traveled, wisps of thoughts entering and begging for attention. Finally, she settled on one- the future. Blazingcomet would take her as a mate, right? Only one way to know for sure other than flat-out asking: a simple question that she pretended to slip-up in. "What do you want to name our- I mean, your kits? If you ever have them? Someday?" she asked, pretending to be flustered. Too bad she couldn't fake a blush. "I like the name Fogkit. Or Cloudkit. Something like water vapor. I find it so pretty. Kinda like you," she purred, inwardly praising herself. 10/10 casual compliment; it was phrased like she hadn't even noticed it slip out.
Now, Blazingcomet had planned out his future litters - or at least the first one - pretty well. He wanted two girls and two boys. One girl and one boy would look like him, the other two would like like the Mother. "I'd want two girls, and two boys... two would look like me, and two would look like their Mother - let's say it's you. I'd want one to be Rainkit... another to be Silverkit... and then the other two would be Firekit and Burningkit, let's say." Sounded like he had his future planned out. And as far as anyone could tell, he was just waiting for the perfect time. Blazingcomet sounded like he loved kits, so... what was keeping him held back? Maybe he hadn't met the right cat yet.

Maybe he was too nervous to have kits. The orange tom listened to Drizzleshard speak, and his expression remained calm throughout the whole thing until... Pretty like me? Now that was funny. Blazingcomet's whiskers twitched in amusement, and his expression struggled to remain the same. "Those are pretty names," He purred with a smile. "And I'm quite flattered you think I'm pretty. You're very easy on the eyes yourself - beautiful, if I'm being blunt with you." Blazingcomet complimented her.

Two could play at this game - but at the moment, he was just being himself. Charming. Flirtatious. Playful. He knew what she was doing, and it wasn't impressing him... though he did have to admit, it was fun. Very, very fun. The sort of game Blazingcomet could play for, oh... forever.

[Ivy]

Brookcreek grew more and more tense as she spoke about how brave he was and all, but his ears perked as she spoke about the gift and the sand colored fur, but his jaw almost dropped as he suddently realised who she was talking about, and to prove his point, she affirmed it, that his was HIM, could someone imagine that?! HIM!!! He smiled too and blushed even more. "B-But you're the cat I have a crush on!" He admitted at his turn, he didn't want to hide it anymore, after all she had told him how she felt about him and that was enough for him. His eyes widening at the kitty kiss. "I want the same, Indigotail!" He added with a huge smile on his face, he couldn't be happier right now. He approached her and pressed their muzzles together firmly, his tail going around her to find hers, dark navy color mixing with a sandy one, almost like the sea and shore of a beach.

Indigotail felt her heart swell in joy as Brookcreek confirmed that he loved her too. "I would love nothing more than to be your mate..." She murmured sweetly as she let him entwine their tails. She blushed at his sudden kiss, but let him do it. "I was so afraid. Tangerineleaf said that you had your eye on a she cat, but she never specified who. I thought you had fallen for someone else and just considered me a friend." She purred. "Everything you've done for me has spoiled me." she chuckled. "Presenting me with huge catches of prey, refreshing my bedding, protecting me during the attack..." She smiled and leaned against him, but kept her claws hooked into the bark. Chuckling, she leaned upright. "Maybe we go back down and get back to camp?" She asked. "I wouldn't mind sharing a nest if that's okay with you, Brookcreek.." She said shyly. "You've been so kind to me and I've never really repaid you..at all.." The she cat flattened her ears a little.

[Gone]

Indigotail felt her heart swell in joy as Brookcreek confirmed that he loved her too. "I would love nothing more than to be your mate..." She murmured sweetly as she let him entwine their tails. She blushed at his sudden kiss, but let him do it. "I was so afraid. Tangerineleaf said that you had your eye on a she cat, but she never specified who. I thought you had fallen for someone else and just considered me a friend." She purred. "Everything you've done for me has spoiled me." she chuckled. "Presenting me with huge catches of prey, refreshing my bedding, protecting me during the attack..." She smiled and leaned against him, but kept her claws hooked into the bark. Chuckling, she leaned upright. "Maybe we go back down and get back to camp?" She asked. "I wouldn't mind sharing a nest if that's okay with you, Brookcreek.." She said shyly. "You've been so kind to me and I've never really repaid you..at all.." The she cat flattened her ears a little.
Brookcreek smiled, his heart literally pounding out of his chest, the kiss they had just shared meant the world to him, but his ears lowered as he heard what she told him about Tangerineleaf. "She did the same exact thing with me, telling me you had your eye on another tom... Or maybe even a she-cat..." The sandy-gray tom admitted, it honestly scared him, but now that he knew who that tom was, he could relax and simply enjoy being with her. "Why would I not do that?" He asked and started licking her face lovingly before giving a nod. "Of course we can go back to camp and I sure don't mind sharing a nest with you, my dear Indigotail..." He whispered softly.

[Ivy]

Brookcreek smiled, his heart literally pounding out of his chest, the kiss they had just shared meant the world to him, but his ears lowered as he heard what she told him about Tangerineleaf. "She did the same exact thing with me, telling me you had your eye on another tom... Or maybe even a she-cat..." The sandy-gray tom admitted, it honestly scared him, but now that he knew who that tom was, he could relax and simply enjoy being with her. "Why would I not do that?" He asked and started licking her face lovingly before giving a nod. "Of course we can go back to camp and I sure don't mind sharing a nest with you, my dear Indigotail..." He whispered softly.

Indigotail blushed madly and could only stutter, "W-We better get going then, huh?" She asked, trying to be professional, but ended up squealing aloud in excitement. She slapped her tail over her maw and looked down. "I, uh, will meet you down at the ground." With that, Indigotail hurried down the oak tree as fast as she could manage,
cursing herself in her head. You birdbrain! What was that for?! He probably is having second thoughts now! Her mind scolded as Indigotail flattened her ears in shame. Just as she was about to jump, an unusually strong gust blew as the dark cat was almost blown out of her hold on the tree, but held on until it was over. She carefully then made her way back down to the grass before looking up and waiting for her new mate to come down.

[Splash]

Now, Blazingcomet had planned out his future litters - or at least the first one - pretty well. He wanted two girls and two boys. One girl and one boy would look like him, the other two would like like the Mother. "I'd want two girls, and two boys... two would look like me, and two would look like their Mother - let's say it's you. I'd want one to be Rainkit... another to be Silverkit... and then the other two would be Firekit and Burningkit, let's say." Sounded like he had his future planned out. And as far as anyone could tell, he was just waiting for the perfect time. Blazingcomet sounded like he loved kits, so... what was keeping him held back? Maybe he hadn't met the right cat yet.

Maybe he was too nervous to have kits. The orange tom listened to Drizzleshard speak, and his expression remained calm throughout the whole thing until... Pretty like me? Now that was funny. Blazingcomet's whiskers twitched in amusement, and his expression struggled to remain the same. "Those are pretty names," He purred with a smile. "And I'm quite flattered you think I'm pretty. You're very easy on the eyes yourself - beautiful, if I'm being blunt with you." Blazingcomet complimented her.

Two could play at this game - but at the moment, he was just being himself. Charming. Flirtatious. Playful. He knew what she was doing, and it wasn't impressing him... though he did have to admit, it was fun. Very, very fun. The sort of game Blazingcomet could play for, oh... forever.
"Silverkit and Rainkit, Burningkit and Firekit," Drizzleshard muttered. "I like those." The silver molly ignored Blazingcomet's comment about her being the mother- that was for another time. A more serious time. Right now was supposed to be fun time, not serious, we-need-to-plan-for-the-future time. Plus, there was no need to rush. Both cats were under the age of 20 moons. They had their whole life ahead of them, and although Drizzleshard was anxious to know how that future went, she also wanted to savor it.

Drizzleshard narrowed her eyes in a sign of slight irritation at the ginger tom's amusement. It was like they were taking a step back in the relationship- hadn't the two flirts, well, moved beyond flirting? Bad move on the silver molly's part. As soon as it appeared, the irritated gesture disappeared, although the irritation didn't. Drizzleshard would just have to try harder.

Or maybe she needed to stop trying, and just be herself. That actually made a lot more sense- if Blazingcomet wanted to be with her, she'd want it to be for herself, who she was underneath the flirt. There was more to the dark-eyed she-cat, and she wanted to be liked for that, not the flirt. When Blazingcomet remarked that she was pretty, Drizzleshard felt even more irritated, but she didn't reveal it, rather just giving a purr of gratitude and acknowledgement.

With a small tail-flick, Drizzleshard wondered what more there was to talk about. Although she tried to summon something to chat about, anything, nothing came. The silver molly hoped that Blazingcomet would be a little bit more successful in coming up with a topic for conversation- her mind was blank.

Except for the thoughts of how a cat with Blazingcomet's eyes and her face would look, of course.

[lone]

"Silverkit and Rainkit, Burningkit and Firekit," Drizzleshard muttered. "I like those." The silver molly ignored Blazingcomet's comment about her being the mother- that was for another time. A more serious time. Right now was supposed to be fun time, not serious, we-need-to-plan-for-the-future time. Plus, there was no need to rush. Both cats were under the age of 20 moons. They had their whole life ahead of them, and although Drizzleshard was anxious to know how that future went, she also wanted to savor it.

Drizzleshard narrowed her eyes in a sign of slight irritation at the ginger tom's amusement. It was like they were taking a step back in the relationship- hadn't the two flirts, well, moved beyond flirting? Bad move on the silver molly's part. As soon as it appeared, the irritated gesture disappeared, although the irritation didn't. Drizzleshard would just have to try harder.

Or maybe she needed to stop trying, and just be herself. That actually made a lot more sense- if Blazingcomet wanted to be with her, she'd want it to be for herself, who she was underneath the flirt. There was more to the dark-eyed she-cat, and she wanted to be liked for that, not the flirt. When Blazingcomet remarked that she was pretty, Drizzleshard felt even more irritated, but she didn't reveal it, rather just giving a purr of gratitude and acknowledgement.

With a small tail-flick, Drizzleshard wondered what more there was to talk about. Although she tried to summon something to chat about, anything, nothing came. The silver molly hoped that Blazingcomet would be a little bit more successful in coming up with a topic for conversation- her mind was blank.

Except for the thoughts of how a cat with Blazingcomet's eyes and her face would look, of course.
Honestly, Blazingcomet had plans in mind for the future. He thought he knew where things were going. A relationship that could last a while would mean that he could go places. And, Blazingcomet was pretty sure that he liked Drizzleshard. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He thought, tightening his jaw before he sighed, lowering his head and looking up at her with an almost pleading expression. He looked kit-like, innocent... charming... and quite handsome, at least that was what he thought.

"Listen, Drizzyboo. Life's short, so I'm just going to get to the point, okay? I like you. A lot. You're fun to be around, you don't just back off with my flirting and you don't act like a flustered apprentice talking to her crush. You get... me, it seems. So I'm ready to tell you if you're ready to hear it - I like you."

Blazingcomet was used to flirting with cats, so this speech came naturally. Only it was calmer. There was no tone of playfulness anywhere in his eyes, and he was serious. Whether Drizzleshard would believe it or not was the question, but he was being completely serious. Blazingcomet liked the she cat. And it was easy to start up relationships when you were a tom like him... but would it last? Failed romances seemed to be his 'thing.' He had never been all that serious about one before. So the fact he was putting himself out on the line here, and putting himself out on the line for real - not just to flirt - it must mean that he was truly crazy about this silvery female.

[Splash]

Honestly, Blazingcomet had plans in mind for the future. He thought he knew where things were going. A relationship that could last a while would mean that he could go places. And, Blazingcomet was pretty sure that he liked Drizzleshard. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He thought, tightening his jaw before he sighed, lowering his head and looking up at her with an almost pleading expression. He looked kit-like, innocent... charming... and quite handsome, at least that was what he thought.

"Listen, Drizzyboo. Life's short, so I'm just going to get to the point, okay? I like you. A lot. You're fun to be around, you don't just back off with my flirting and you don't act like a flustered apprentice talking to her crush. You get... me, it seems. So I'm ready to tell you if you're ready to hear it - I like you."

Blazingcomet was used to flirting with cats, so this speech came naturally. Only it was calmer. There was no tone of playfulness anywhere in his eyes, and he was serious. Whether Drizzleshard would believe it or not was the question, but he was being completely serious. Blazingcomet liked the she cat. And it was easy to start up relationships when you were a tom like him... but would it last? Failed romances seemed to be his 'thing.' He had never been all that serious about one before. So the fact he was putting himself out on the line here, and putting himself out on the line for real - not just to flirt - it must mean that he was truly crazy about this silvery female. At Blazingcomet's sudden change in demeanor, Drizzleshard blinked uncertainly. She'd never seen this side of Blazingcomet- and it scared her. Was the ginger tom sick? Was he... maybe he was being so serious because he was going to leave her. No no no no no... but that was what flirts did, right? Blazingcomet very well could be leaving her.

Her indigo eyes widened at Blazingcomet's speech. A small part of her wondered how much was planned, but the silver molly shrugged it off. Blazingcomet wanted to be with her- another cat wanted to be with her. A second chance, with the cat that she loved.

Did she love him? As a flirt, Drizzleshard had feigned this feeling plenty of times, only feeling it genuinely once, with Oakstep. This didn't feel the same- but Blazingcomet wasn't Oakstep. He was a different cat, matched her personality rather than tempered it. Whatever Drizzleshard felt for the orange tom, it was unique, and she enjoyed it.

Realizing that she needed to speak, Drizzleshard opened her mouth. Without hesitation, she meowed, "I feel exactly the same, Blazeyboo." A warm sensation spread throughout the silver tabby at these words- they felt powerful, strengthening, special. And they were the only thing she wanted to say.

[Gone]

Indigotail blushed madly and could only stutter, "W-We better get going then, huh?" She asked, trying to be professional, but ended up squealing aloud in excitement. She slapped her tail over her maw and looked down. "I, uh, will meet you down at the ground." With that, Indigotail hurried down the oak tree as fast as she could manage,
cursing herself in her head. You birdbrain! What was that for?! He probably is having second thoughts now! Her mind scolded as Indigotail flattened her ears in shame. Just as she was about to jump, an unusually strong gust blew as the dark cat was almost blown out of her hold on the tree, but held on until it was over. She carefully then made her way back down to the grass before looking up and waiting for her new mate to come down.
Brookcreek gazed at the she-cat and nodded, he understood just how stressed and excited she was, after all, he was experiencing the exact same thing, he quickly climbed down the tree, making sure to not fall, right now was not a good moment to mess up, at the sudden gust of wind, he firmly held onto the tree, eyes widening a little before he kept on going until he reached the soft grass and walked over to his mate. "Here I am." He purred.

(Sorry if short, I am tired.)

[Ivy]

Brookcreek gazed at the she-cat and nodded, he understood just how stressed and excited she was, after all, he was experiencing the exact same thing, he quickly climbed down the tree, making sure to not fall, right now was not a good moment to mess up, at the sudden gust of wind, he firmly held onto the tree, eyes widening a little before he kept on going until he reached the soft grass and walked over to his mate. "Here I am." He purred.

(Sorry if short, I am tired.)

Indigotail padded up to him and pressed her nose against his shoulder, purring. "I love you..." She gazed at him excitedly. "I want to spend the day with you..." Her crystl-colored eyes displayed affection, but also energy. Using her tongue, she slowly rasped it over the stray furs that the wind had blown up. She couldnt believe this was hapenning. She was mates with Brookcreek! She had always thought he was pining for someone else, but she was lucky it had turned out to be her. "Is there anything else, other than sharing a nest, you want?" She asked him.

[rubinaito]

Tgwtgfan

Ashpaw hummed to himself as he trotted along the path, a large, plump mouse in his jaws. He turned his head, ears flicking curiously as he noticed that he was at the edge of a rather steep hill. Rocks began crumbling down as he stepped on the edge to look below. That was quite a drop, Ashpaw mused, with some really sharp rocks. How strange. His paw slipped slightly, and he backed up quickly to avoid falling in. He considered his options- he could find a way down and explore the place, or he could go back to camp like an obedient apprentice. A sly grin played at the edges of his mouth. He wasn't going to go back until he explored! With this in mind, Ashpaw dug a shallow hole to store his prey in until he came back. He was determined to explore this crack in the ground, and nothing would stop him! He looked into the hole, contemplating if he should just jump in, or find a route to enter in safely.

(Would you like Ashpaw to be the one that falls, or Featherpaw?)

[Tgwtgfan]

Tgwtgfan

Ashpaw hummed to himself as he trotted along the path, a large, plump mouse in his jaws. He turned his head, ears flicking curiously as he noticed that he was at the edge of a rather steep hill. Rocks began crumbling down as he stepped on the edge to look below. That was quite a drop, Ashpaw mused, with some really sharp rocks. How strange. His paw slipped slightly, and he backed up quickly to avoid falling in. He considered his options- he could find a way down and explore the place, or he could go back to camp like an obedient apprentice. A sly grin played at the edges of his mouth. He wasn't going to go back until he explored! With this in mind, Ashpaw dug a shallow hole to store his prey in until he came back. He was determined to explore this crack in the ground, and nothing would stop him! He looked into the hole, contemplating if he should just jump in, or find a route to enter in safely.

(Would you like Ashpaw to be the one that falls, or Featherpaw?)

Ashpaw, then Featherpaw for comedic effect.

[rubinaito]

Ashpaw, then Featherpaw for comedic effect.

About to step away to find a safer route, Ashpaw felt the ground beneath his paws crumble into nothing. With a yowl, Ashpaw plunged down the steep hill and landed on his rump just next to one of the sharp rocks aforementioned. He blinked in utter confusion, before looking up at the sky. Rats, I didn't bring my mouse with me. He thought sadly. I'm hungry.

[Tgwtgfan]

About to step away to find a safer route, Ashpaw felt the ground beneath his paws crumble into nothing. With a yowl, Ashpaw plunged down the steep hill and landed on his rump just next to one of the sharp rocks aforementioned. He blinked in utter confusion, before looking up at the sky. Rats, I didn't bring my mouse with me. He thought sadly. I'm hungry.

"Careful, you almost went over the edge." Featherpaw retorted. "Also, I'd be careful when getting up."

As he finished, the ground beneath their paws crumbled.

[rubinaito]

"Featherpaw!" Ashpaw exclaimed. "Kinda too late for that now!" The apprentice shook his head in a huff.

[Tgwtgfan]

"Featherpaw!" Ashpaw exclaimed. "Kinda too late for that now!" The apprentice shook his head in a huff.

OOC: I wanted it staged so that one of them would nearly fall off (A La Lion King) and save the other from getting impaled.

[rubinaito]

OOC: I wanted it staged so that one of them would nearly fall off (A La Lion King) and save the other from getting impaled.
Okay, obviously I'm starting to get a little confused.

[Tgwtgfan]

Okay, obviously I'm starting to get a little confused.
Sorry for the confusion. I should have been more clear.

[rubinaito]

Sorry for the confusion. I should have been more clear.
Probably XD

[Tgwtgfan]

Probably XD
So, do we continue or start from scratch?

[Tgwtgfan]

Sorry. Still, we can carry on and still have one of us hang from a cliff.

[rubinaito]

I'm gonna take a break for now. I'm really tired, so... yeah. Anyways, I'll resume this later.

[Tgwtgfan]

I'm gonna take a break for now. I'm really tired, so... yeah. Anyways, I'll resume this later.

See you later. Let me know when you're ready to resume.

[Brilliance]

[CENTER][FONT="Arial"]Asterpaw flinched in surprise at hearing his tone when he told her that her apologies were annoying. But if she hadn't hurt him, then how come he had pulled away? She must have done something wrong. Because right now, it felt like all she could do was mess up. She was just one major screw up, that was it.... she was a mistake in a sea of mistakes. She had done everything that could possibly be wrong. Because she was the worst cat to live in SkyClan, ever. Asterpaw was confident that no one had messed up as badly as she had, and she wished that she couldn't see the expression on his face. She didn't want to look at him anymore because it hurt. It hurt more then she wanted to admit. His playful comment caused the feline to suck in air rather quickly before she breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he was just playing with her. Game or no game, it felt very real to the young apprentice as she tried to think of a playful comeback. But all that came to her mind was "Yes. I am."

She'd realized it a little too late, and why had it taken her so long? Drama. Nothing but drama. Her life was like a pool of drama at this point, and the she cat could see her dreams dying on the ground in front of her. So much for her future. The harshness in his voice when he spoke to her again made Asterpaw want to cry. She wanted to scream, to shout, to plead her innocence, but she wasn't innocent. Until she was angry. Angry and wishing that none of this had ever happened, she should have just... walked away from Bluepaw before she was preyed upon. Before she felt as though she were doing the right thing. She should have walked away and she should have pretended that she was alright. Buzzardstride was the only other cat who was aware of her stupidity. And yes, she was stupid. Asterpaw was stupid. She knew she had been stupid. But, instead of saying that, she chose to fight as though she were the most innocent cat alive - forget not pleading. She was going to fight to prove that she had done what was right, fight to prove that he wouldn't have understood anyways.

"I'm not stupid!" She wanted to tell him everything. Really, really bad - stupid crushes. Stupid arguments. This whole thing was what was stupid, not her. She wanted to cry. But that would be even stupider, crying over something dumb like this? Please. She had dealt with much worse arguments, why would she cry over a single one?

"You don't know what I did, and I can't tell you, Azulpaw. I can't tell you because you will reject me! You will. You couldn't understand, you just can't - you can't know - you're too self-sacrificial, you can't know what it's like, you can't understand!"

He could never know what it was like to kill another cat. Asterpaw bit her lip, wishing that he could understand. But he couldn't. Azulpaw would never have killed. Ever. No matter what, she knew - she knew - that he wouldn't kill. Because he was a special cat. A special cat that she had rejected, her fault, all her fault, why had she rejected him... [why. A question that needed answering, surely, but she couldn't answer it. Her whole chest hurt. "Bluepaw understood. He gave me what I needed, okay? He gave me what I needed. And I took it." It wasn't something that Asterpaw was proud of. But he had understood. She knew he would, because he was a murderer himself - and now she wasn't much better then he was. She was worse then Alabasterpaw, she had actually killed! She had actually taken the life of another cat, like, for real. Alabasterpaw hadn't succeeded, and now she never would - at least Asterpaw hoped not - but someone else was dead. That cat would never walk on the earth again. The look in his eyes haunted her every time she closed them, it was hard to go to sleep, there were nightmares... it was scary... and Asterpaw had taken her options into consideration. Too scared to leave. And it was hard to stay. So what was a feline to do?

"I needed someone to... understand. Someone to know what it was like." Part of her wanted to cry again. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't tell him she had killed someone. Azulpaw wouldn't understand that she had killed someone, why, and how, and... why hadn't she just let him kill her? Why hadn't she just skipped that final hit, he had been done... but Asterpaw's fear had driven her further. It had been an accident. Yet it was all her fault and now there was a mess because of it. She couldn't get over the fact that someone was dead because of her. "I didn't forget. I can't forget. And I don't.... I don't love him." And she didn't. Asterpaw couldn't love him. Not after everything that had happened. She might be with him, but it was more of an arrangement then anything else. An arrangement to make sure that Azulpaw didn't die. Her crush. Best friend. North star. A cat that meant a lot to her, yet she had hurt him - regardless of whether she had wanted to or not. She had hurt him. He was hurt because of her, and she hadn't meant to. "I didn't mean for it to hurt you, Azulpaw. Okay? I didn't mean it. If I had known, then I wouldn't have done it." Asterpaw mewed before remembering that he didn't want her to apologize. It was annoying, apparently. But why was it annoying? If she felt bad, wasn't it right to apologize? Not according to her friend, it wasn't. His remark gave her a clawhold for a playful, jabbing comment - a friendly comment. Just go back to the way things used to be. Forget. Forget everything. Forget everything and play. If only she could tell him - but because she couldn't, it had to be forgotten. She had to pretend that everything was alright. That she was okay. And she would be, eventually she would be okay. Someday she would be okay. Asterpaw had no way of knowing how far away or how close that day was, but she could hope that it was coming up soon. Perhaps someday soon she would feel more okay. Someday after she was able to leave Bluepaw. That courage was going to take a long, long time to come. And by the time she worked up courage her longing to leave him might have left. He wasn't a bad cat. Jealousy, as Asterpaw was sure, could drive cats to do crazy things.

"Look at you... just the wise old cat, aren't you? Guess we're all going to be coming to you for advice now." The blue feline chuckled, nudging him lightly. Every time she touched him, she wanted to hold that contact for as long as possible. Cats dealt with crushes in very different ways, it seemed. Asterpaw? She wanted to hold contact - something that was rare for her - and she felt almost lightheaded, giddy, walking on air. Except... for now. Thank StarClan she wasn't in love with him at the moment. There was a difference between having a crush and being in love, and Asterpaw? She couldn't deal with being in love and seeing him with her half-sister, the two of them appearing to be quite happy. And, her remark was confirmed by his words. Which crushed her heart once more, making her bite her lip and try to hold back a slight whimper. I knew it. I knew he liked her. He's going to fall in love with her, and then it's bye-bye Aster. Stupid - this whole thing - it's all stupid. I can't believe this is happening to me. It was too much for her. How was she supposed to deal with it? Still, time to shrug it off. Just - shrug it off. "So glad you're finally recognizing your feelings for Alli! Better tell her that, she'll be... thrilled." Mimicking her sister's cheerful, sweet voice at the end of the statement and keeping her tone pleasant and friendly throughout it, when really all she wanted to do was find something to dig her claws into, and hold onto it for as long as possible. Because right now she was furious. Furious with herself for letting Azulpaw go, for going to Bluepaw, for killing another cat. Furious with him for actually developing feelings for Alabasterpaw.

Furious with her sister and Bluepaw, their stupid schemes, well - it looked like it had worked in a rather backwards way. Now Asterpaw was the one who felt like all she wanted to do was lay down and die. Because her feelings sucked. And there was nothing that she could do about them. They were going to stay until she was a very old cat, and she wouldn't be able to fix her heart on her own. It was broken. Beyond repair.

All of her was broken, and she was just... tired. Exhausted. She felt like she wanted to sleep now, even though she wasn't going to be able to. Every time she closed her eyes that Dusk Syndicate cat was there. If only she had found something else, anything else, to focus on besides him. But no, he was still there. The blue feline breathed a soft sigh of contentment at feeling Azulpaw's head on top of her own. Feeling him next to her. It could have been... it should have been... like this. This was the way that Asterpaw thought things might have happened, her fantasy - that was never going to be reality. Her fantasy that was going to be over soon. As soon as Alabasterpaw found out about this late night conversation, or maybe Bluepaw, things were going to go downhill. Asterpaw wouldn't tell. She would never tell. And she hoped her companion wouldn't either. The feline bit her lip, thinking about his words, softly spoken into her ear - in a way that made her heart rate go up again. No. She couldn't be happy. It was too hard, it was hard to be happy, but - if he was happy - then she was surely going to try.

"I'm happy for you. That you can find... happiness with Alabasterpaw." There. Good enough, and it was as good as Asterpaw would get to the real thing. A small smile played at the corner of her maw and she gave him the lightest of nudges. "Race you to that tree over there. Loser has to jump out of it!" She purred, grinning at Azulpaw with that familiar playful spark in her grey-green hues. There. Playing was good, it would take her mind off of the current situation. Take her mind off of everything.

Bluepaw was still sleeping, right? Nothing bad could happen while they were out here alone. Her sister might have eyes everywhere - or so it seemed - but Alabasterpaw would never find out about this night and the fun that her half-sister was having in this moment.


There was a lot that Azulpaw could had yowled about...but he didn't. He kept his maw clambered shut, but his eyes burned with fury. Not the anger type of fury, but more so disappointed than anything. He wanted to yell at her, but what would that had done? Made her shut him out even more? The fact that she went to Bluepaw in the first place had to be the thing she done wrong. The first red flag. When did they become close in the first place? Azulpaw was not the type of cat that liked to be confused...so he buried it down. Maybe it didn't matter. She probably had her reason for not telling him. Although he felt that she was still acting daft for thinking he would had rejected her--or, whatever did that mean. Truthfully. The tom could had rejected her now. After all, she was with the tom that wanted him out the picture. Out of the life. That alone made Azulpaw cringed.

But like everything else she said, he buried it down. That was the best thing to do right now. If they started arguing in the middle of the night--and boy! Did he have choice words for her to hear-- but he couldn't risk the fact that Alabasterpaw or Bluepaw might find them together. Another thing Azulpaw didn't care about. He did whatever he wanted--who were they to trample on his fun? But for Asterpaw? In a way he was protecting herself. Behind his bright yellow eyes, were murderous glares that pierced the she cat since she refused to confide in him.

Anything would had been better than her being with Bluepaw--anything at all! It couldn't be the personality that attracted her to the piebald tom. Maybe, yeah, maybe it was. Bluepaw was growing to have a ugly heart, hidden by a well glued mask that was all innocent and happy. In contrast, Azulpaw felt only physical appeal towards Alabasterpaw. She wasn't a bad face to look at--at all. No wonder she got the toms. And, that was alright to Azulpaw. He took what he could get--at this certain time.

Azulpaw was still very unsure about everything happening around them…but maybe it was what Starclan had in mind. Had to be because he knew if he were in control, it would be far from any of this happening. He was allowing it to get to him. Thinking of what made Asterpaw want to go to Bluepaw. Apparently it was by force. Since she said she needed comfort and she got it from him. The past Azulpaw couldn't change, but he wished that she trusted him enough to go to him with her problems. He didn't care what it might have been that she was hiding! He just wanted to help her… Because that's what friends were for. They helped each other. They were there for each other. They counted on one another. They depended on each other.

Azulpaw felt she didn't need him anymore. It made him feel something. Yet, he didn't know what it was… It wasn't a good feeling. And, maybe his silence was a bad thing. How would that had made her feel? Azulpaw felt his whiskers quiver, and he blinked his eyes, slowly getting back into the realm of the world. Maybe that was it. Maybe she didn't trust him enough to keep even her darkest of secrets. Was it even a dark secret? This secret that she talked to Bluepaw about...why was it aggravating him so much? Truthfully, the tom didn't care much about others’ business. As long as they knew how to stay out of his. Maybe, she didn't trust him. But her words were that “she didn't want him to reject her”. That was silly. Very silly. Azulpaw knew that had to be some type of excuse. He wanted to call her out on it, but what that had done but caused more drama? So, instead he kept silent.

Wise old cat, eh? He felt himself smirking before it dead panned into a frown. You didn't though. He would had said that aloud--keeping away from potential arguments was kinda hard for the tom. He didn't want to cause a riot for no reason. Waking up every cat through the night.
He let a smile longer on his maw a while longer at her next words. The conniving Alabasterpaw. She had her ways, her little devious plans. “I think I'll hold a bit on that. It's fun bickering with her if I'm being honest. She can't stand my attitude.” He purred heavily. Sure, he was all fought out when it came to her, but he enjoyed his little remarks when it came to the white feline. It made their relationship...interesting to say the least. He wanted to see how far he could take it when she was ready to break. So far, it hasn't happened, so he found himself pushing his boundaries often.

“Oh, yes! Alli’s a joy to be around. I'm sure I can say the same about, Blue, right?” He asked, a small smile forming on his maw. It was genuine. He didn't notice the venom that Asterpaw was holding down. He felt that everything was normal, but even he knew that things were sinking down. Rather quickly than he expected. Everything had to be alright with everyone. Everyone has to be happy. Azulpaw couldn't imagine Asterpaw being unhappy.

Except he did hear her little conversation with her, something that happened days ago, but still haunted him every now and then. Bits of the little chatter he could remember, but the other parts was a blur to him. Perhaps it didn't stand out as much when he heard the fact that Bluepaw bit her on the ear. Sounds abusive, honestly. He wanted to ask her how she felt about that, but he hoped their relationship was on the right track than it had been in moons.

It was getting late..he figured they should both turn in. Go to their respective nests and fall asleep. He had been up half the night, hoping to get away. Never had he thought he would run into Asterpaw at this time. He did miss talking to her, so he was grateful that he had this time with her.

“Yeah…” He trailed off for a moment, “I hope the same for you and Bluepaw.”
A little bit of her personality was showing through. She wanted to play! Azulpaw never liked to turn down a game...especially when it came to falling out of trees. “I might have to let you win this one,” he purred. “I'm a professional at falling out of trees!” He leaped to his paws, his yellow orbs ready to take off, displaying a new type of fury of confidence.

He hurdled himself past her, taking off, and feeling the night breeze wafting through his fur. It felt amazing. Absolutely magnificent. It made him feel free, almost closing his eyes from the sudden impact of emotion of gave him. This was what made Azulpaw happy. Running--playing around, with someone who had as much as a playful heart as himself. It made him forget about the life he was currently living as the only thing on his mind was winning this race. He would finally have the victory of seeing Asterpaw fall out of a tree…

But did he want to see her hurt herself? The tom thought he should had let her win. He didn't want her to be hurt, but Asterpaw would probably think it was unfair that he was treating her such a way. She knew how to handle herself, but maybe she was more fragile than she was letting on.

[Gone]

Indigotail padded up to him and pressed her nose against his shoulder, purring. "I love you..." She gazed at him excitedly. "I want to spend the day with you..." Her crystl-colored eyes displayed affection, but also energy. Using her tongue, she slowly rasped it over the stray furs that the wind had blown up. She couldnt believe this was hapenning. She was mates with Brookcreek! She had always thought he was pining for someone else, but she was lucky it had turned out to be her. "Is there anything else, other than sharing a nest, you want?" She asked him.
Brookcreek gazed at her, his tail making its way around her and pulling her close, smiling before he laid his head on her shoulder. "I love you too, Indigotail, you can't even imagine how much I do, and how long I actually waited for this moment to happen." He mewed. He couldn't describe how he was feeling right now, all this felt right, almost as if this was all a dream. "Well... I always thought about a family in my life, not now... But in the future, you know?" He asked and licked the side of her face, purring loudly.

[Ivy]

Brookcreek gazed at her, his tail making its way around her and pulling her close, smiling before he laid his head on her shoulder. "I love you too, Indigotail, you can't even imagine how much I do, and how long I actually waited for this moment to happen." He mewed. He couldn't describe how he was feeling right now, all this felt right, almost as if this was all a dream. "Well... I always thought about a family in my life, not now... But in the future, you know?" He asked and licked the side of her face, purring loudly.

Indigotail let out a tiny squeak. Sne leaned against his body. "I wouldnt mind a family some day." She said blushing. "You would be make a wonderful father." She said thinking of their own offspring scampering around the Nirswry. She licked his neck, nibbling on to a little, purring loudly. "I wonder how Tangerkneleaf will react." She said thinking of her sly friend.

[lone]

At Blazingcomet's sudden change in demeanor, Drizzleshard blinked uncertainly. She'd never seen this side of Blazingcomet- and it scared her. Was the ginger tom sick? Was he... maybe he was being so serious because he was going to leave her. No no no no no... but that was what flirts did, right? Blazingcomet very well could be leaving her.

Her indigo eyes widened at Blazingcomet's speech. A small part of her wondered how much was planned, but the silver molly shrugged it off. Blazingcomet wanted to be with her- another cat wanted to be with her. A second chance, with the cat that she loved.

Did she love him? As a flirt, Drizzleshard had feigned this feeling plenty of times, only feeling it genuinely once, with Oakstep. This didn't feel the same- but Blazingcomet wasn't Oakstep. He was a different cat, matched her personality rather than tempered it. Whatever Drizzleshard felt for the orange tom, it was unique, and she enjoyed it.

Realizing that she needed to speak, Drizzleshard opened her mouth. Without hesitation, she meowed, "I feel exactly the same, Blazeyboo." A warm sensation spread throughout the silver tabby at these words- they felt powerful, strengthening, special. And they were the only thing she wanted to say.
Bright golden eyes sparked with excitement and care as he heard Drizzleshard speak. She felt the same... she felt exactly the same... he was more pleased then he had been in a long time. Drizzleshard was the perfect cat for him. They were perfectly compatible, were they not? Weren't they absolutely perfect together? All Blazingcomet could think of was 'yes.' Yes, yes, yes they were perfect together. Yes. They would be able to stay together now, and purrs rumbled in his chest at that thought. "Good... I'm glad... I'm very glad, Drizzyboo." In his mind's eye, he could see them staying together. The tom didn't know what the future might hold, but - they would be okay. They would always be okay, right? Right.

--- Timeskip ---

Some time had passed, and Blazingcomet still felt as though he were in a dream. Since he and Drizzleshard had admitted their feelings, he had been "dating" her... his flirting hadn't stopped, but it was all meaningless. She was the only thing that he cared about. He hadn't so much as cast a real glance in any other cat's direction, only the ones that by now Drizzleshard should recognize as showing fake interest. Though if anything, all his flirting was more playful now. It was more of a game then a true interest, really. He had brought her out here now. To see the night sky. And for a more, very much important reason. This spot. This spot where they had had their first 'date,' where he had first admitted his feelings, where they had come a few times since. Always laughing, always playing, remarks of 'Blazeyboo' or 'Drizzyboo' filling the night air. Always happy to be together. Never would looks of sadness pass either one's expression. Not that Blazingcomet could tell, anyways. And now it was time for the next big step. Big leap, more like, but Blazingcomet had always been on the daring side. And it was time. Time to make a move that would change... everything.

[Splash]

Bright golden eyes sparked with excitement and care as he heard Drizzleshard speak. She felt the same... she felt exactly the same... he was more pleased then he had been in a long time. Drizzleshard was the perfect cat for him. They were perfectly compatible, were they not? Weren't they absolutely perfect together? All Blazingcomet could think of was 'yes.' Yes, yes, yes they were perfect together. Yes. They would be able to stay together now, and purrs rumbled in his chest at that thought. "Good... I'm glad... I'm very glad, Drizzyboo." In his mind's eye, he could see them staying together. The tom didn't know what the future might hold, but - they would be okay. They would always be okay, right? Right.

--- Timeskip ---

Some time had passed, and Blazingcomet still felt as though he were in a dream. Since he and Drizzleshard had admitted their feelings, he had been "dating" her... his flirting hadn't stopped, but it was all meaningless. She was the only thing that he cared about. He hadn't so much as cast a real glance in any other cat's direction, only the ones that by now Drizzleshard should recognize as showing fake interest. Though if anything, all his flirting was more playful now. It was more of a game then a true interest, really. He had brought her out here now. To see the night sky. And for a more, very much important reason. This spot. This spot where they had had their first 'date,' where he had first admitted his feelings, where they had come a few times since. Always laughing, always playing, remarks of 'Blazeyboo' or 'Drizzyboo' filling the night air. Always happy to be together. Never would looks of sadness pass either one's expression. Not that Blazingcomet could tell, anyways. And now it was time for the next big step. Big leap, more like, but Blazingcomet had always been on the daring side. And it was time. Time to make a move that would change... everything.
Drizzleshard let out a breath she hadn't realized that she had been holding when she saw the look in Blazingcomet's eyes. Excitement. Care. They mirrored the emotion in hers. Hope blossomed within the molly's chest. She had a second chance at love. It really could work out for her in the end. This was finally the end of Drizzleshard's lonliness. A purr worked its way through her. Everything worked out. Everything worked out; everything was fine; everything was perfect. A small smile spread on the she-cat's maw as she stepped forward and rested her head on Blazingcomet's shoulder.

Never had Drizzleshard been in more bliss than in that moment.

Timeskip

Although quite a while had passed since that fateful day that Blazingcomet had admitted to Drizzleshard how he felt, it was just as amazing as day one to the silver molly. Blazingcomet had been taking her on more "dates"- walks through the territory, hunting, sometimes just talking- and Drizzleshard loved it. Every day was unique. Although Blazingcomet still flirted with other felines, Drizzleshard didn't mind- it was just who he was. Everyone knew that at the end of the day he was taken. For her part, Drizzleshard had stopped flirting with anyone but Blazingcomet, and that was very rare anymore. Drizzleshard had flirted to find someone to help her get over Oakstep. That tom had been found now. Drizzleshard was taken.

After a brisk trot throughout SkyClan's moonlit territory, Drizzleshard arrived at a very special spot. Her first "date" with the tom of her dreams took place here. Blazingcomet had asked her to come here now. She wasn't quite sure why, but didn't really care. It was spending time with Blazingcomet; Drizzleshard didn't care what they did. She wouldn't have even minded picking apart crowfood, as long as she was with the orange tom.

[lone]

Drizzleshard let out a breath she hadn't realized that she had been holding when she saw the look in Blazingcomet's eyes. Excitement. Care. They mirrored the emotion in hers. Hope blossomed within the molly's chest. She had a second chance at love. It really could work out for her in the end. This was finally the end of Drizzleshard's lonliness. A purr worked its way through her. Everything worked out. Everything worked out; everything was fine; everything was perfect. A small smile spread on the she-cat's maw as she stepped forward and rested her head on Blazingcomet's shoulder.

Never had Drizzleshard been in more bliss than in that moment.

Timeskip

Although quite a while had passed since that fateful day that Blazingcomet had admitted to Drizzleshard how he felt, it was just as amazing as day one to the silver molly. Blazingcomet had been taking her on more "dates"- walks through the territory, hunting, sometimes just talking- and Drizzleshard loved it. Every day was unique. Although Blazingcomet still flirted with other felines, Drizzleshard didn't mind- it was just who he was. Everyone knew that at the end of the day he was taken. For her part, Drizzleshard had stopped flirting with anyone but Blazingcomet, and that was very rare anymore. Drizzleshard had flirted to find someone to help her get over Oakstep. That tom had been found now. Drizzleshard was taken.

After a brisk trot throughout SkyClan's moonlit territory, Drizzleshard arrived at a very special spot. Her first "date" with the tom of her dreams took place here. Blazingcomet had asked her to come here now. She wasn't quite sure why, but didn't really care. It was spending time with Blazingcomet; Drizzleshard didn't care what they did. She wouldn't have even minded picking apart crowfood, as long as she was with the orange tom.
"We have some pretty good memories here, huh?" Blazingcomet mewed to his companion as he sat down in the spot that was all too familiar. This spot was definitely special now. It had been before, but now it was twice as much. He was here with his almost-mate. The only cat that he could look at and say 'that's her, that's my mate.' And someone that he could be proud of. She was the most unique cat he had ever met, or so he believed. She was a cat that Blazingcomet was sure that he loved. "Remember the first time we came up here?" He motioned to Drizzleshard to sit down next to him, just so he could feel her nearby. What they had was special. It was a relationship that would never be broken, the type of love that would last forever, the type of love that was... unique.

And Blazingcomet loved it. His golden eyes fixed themselves on Drizzleshard, showing the happiness that he felt. Right now he felt whole and complete, and perfect. But there was something missing. He knew there was something missing. And that was what he was hoping to fix tonight, the "something" that was missing in his life. He was hoping he could fix it through forging an incredible bond, one that really couldn't be broken. Right now? He was still young. He and Drizzleshard were both still young. But... if there was a way... he would find it. If only she would say 'yes' to one very important question that he was getting up nerve to ask.

[Captain]

Fawn (Okapileap) | CandyFlossCat (Constellationdancer)

The small black-and-white warrior hummed a small, calming tune to herself as she drew her paw through a small patch of dirt, her tail twitching back and forth behind her as she did so. She was content in her actions, deep out into the Skyclan hunting grounds where nobody could ridicule her or laugh at the young warrior for anything that she did. Cloverheart was currently sat in a shaded, peaceful clearing in the forest that was covered all around in bushes, seeming to give the spot it’s own privacy and uniqueness all on it’s own. This place was hers, discovering it many moons ago when she was an apprentice, running away from a few older, meaner apprentices that had been picking on the poor shorthair. She smiled, feeling a cool, lightened breeze flow through the secluded little area, ruffling her soft, sweet-scented fur. The quiet, thoughtful female lowered her gaze to her paws for a moment, her smile fading as she thought about unhappy memories of her past, but shook her head, knowing that she was okay here - safe and unjudged. She went back to smiling, her tongue poking out of her mouth as her paws shifting through the loose dirt, making a few stars and symbols in the ground.

[wickedvirtues]

Fawn (Okapileap) | CandyFlossCat (Constellationdancer)

The small black-and-white warrior hummed a small, calming tune to herself as she drew her paw through a small patch of dirt, her tail twitching back and forth behind her as she did so. She was content in her actions, deep out into the Skyclan hunting grounds where nobody could ridicule her or laugh at the young warrior for anything that she did. Cloverheart was currently sat in a shaded, peaceful clearing in the forest that was covered all around in bushes, seeming to give the spot it’s own privacy and uniqueness all on it’s own. This place was hers, discovering it many moons ago when she was an apprentice, running away from a few older, meaner apprentices that had been picking on the poor shorthair. She smiled, feeling a cool, lightened breeze flow through the secluded little area, ruffling her soft, sweet-scented fur. The quiet, thoughtful female lowered her gaze to her paws for a moment, her smile fading as she thought about unhappy memories of her past, but shook her head, knowing that she was okay here - safe and unjudged. She went back to smiling, her tongue poking out of her mouth as her paws shifting through the loose dirt, making a few stars and symbols in the ground.
Constellationdancer was absentmindedly walking, where? Didn't know. Maybe she'd see someone to talk to! She spotted a cat, tilting her head and approaching, humming to fill the silence. It was quiet, almost unnoticeable, but it was there. She was doing something, dragging her paw through the dirt and making a design of some sort. Slowing her pace, Constellationdancer glanced at the sky. Clear and warm, no chances of rain she could see. Good, that gave her time. Pausing, she blinked. Unsure if she was interrupting something. Was this her territory? Or was it just a random spot? Unsure if she wanted to intrude, Constellationdancer stayed a bit away. She probably looked like a stalker, but she was just a curious cat. The gray Siamese enjoyed the breeze flowing through her pelt, contrasting from the warm kind of hot weather. The she-cat stood, unsure if she should speak. It'd look creepy, but possibly she'd be happy to have some company? The sweet cat didn't like seeing others down or lonely, so took a moment to think of the correct words. Oh! She could comment on her little dirt-thing.. if she could see it. Walking slightly closer, Constellationdancer spotted a couple pretty stars and symbols. "That's pretty!" She mewed, slightly soft as to not.. totally, scare her.

[Captain]

Constellationdancer was absentmindedly walking, where? Didn't know. Maybe she'd see someone to talk to! She spotted a cat, tilting her head and approaching, humming to fill the silence. It was quiet, almost unnoticeable, but it was there. She was doing something, dragging her paw through the dirt and making a design of some sort. Slowing her pace, Constellationdancer glanced at the sky. Clear and warm, no chances of rain she could see. Good, that gave her time. Pausing, she blinked. Unsure if she was interrupting something. Was this her territory? Or was it just a random spot? Unsure if she wanted to intrude, Constellationdancer stayed a bit away. She probably looked like a stalker, but she was just a curious cat. The gray Siamese enjoyed the breeze flowing through her pelt, contrasting from the warm kind of hot weather. The she-cat stood, unsure if she should speak. It'd look creepy, but possibly she'd be happy to have some company? The sweet cat didn't like seeing others down or lonely, so took a moment to think of the correct words. Oh! She could comment on her little dirt-thing.. if she could see it. Walking slightly closer, Constellationdancer spotted a couple pretty stars and symbols. "That's pretty!" She mewed, slightly soft as to not.. totally, scare her.

A relaxed sigh left the small, black-and-white furred warrior as she was creating her own little masterpiece in the dirt, caught up in the swirls and squiggles in the dirt made by her delicate paws. Cloverheart put her heart and soul into these, making sure that they were beautiful to her eyes and nowhere where cats, especially the ones who picked on her, would ruin it. Throughout this process, the young she-cat was unaware of the other Skyclan warrior that had come across her little secluded, personal area and was walking closer to her. Cloverheart would have never expected someone to come out here, so far into the hunting grounds - so why would she have a reason to be alert and cautious for others? In retrospect, it was her own fault for letting her guard down after coming out here to get away from those mean fox-hearted cats in the camp. Then, out of the blissful silence, an abrupt voice came into her hearing and the warrior jumped in surprise, whirling around and meeting eyes with a she-cat that she had never met before. Why were they here? Did they want to mock her, insult her, pick on her? Then she realized the words that she had said in the first place. “I.. T-Thanks..” She murmured, stepping in front of her drawing to hide it from prying eyes, remembering when she would draw in the clearing as an apprentice and older apprentices would stomp all over it and laugh. Cloverheart dared not meet the she-cat’s eyes, not liking others to stare at her, feeling like they would immediately make fun of her without her even saying a word. “I.. I’m sorry, did I interrupt a hunt for you or something? I can move somewhere else if I’m interfering with something at all..”

[lone]

There was a lot that Azulpaw could had yowled about...but he didn't. He kept his maw clambered shut, but his eyes burned with fury. Not the anger type of fury, but more so disappointed than anything. He wanted to yell at her, but what would that had done? Made her shut him out even more? The fact that she went to Bluepaw in the first place had to be the thing she done wrong. The first red flag. When did they become close in the first place? Azulpaw was not the type of cat that liked to be confused...so he buried it down. Maybe it didn't matter. She probably had her reason for not telling him. Although he felt that she was still acting daft for thinking he would had rejected her--or, whatever did that mean. Truthfully. The tom could had rejected her now. After all, she was with the tom that wanted him out the picture. Out of the life. That alone made Azulpaw cringed.

But like everything else she said, he buried it down. That was the best thing to do right now. If they started arguing in the middle of the night--and boy! Did he have choice words for her to hear-- but he couldn't risk the fact that Alabasterpaw or Bluepaw might find them together. Another thing Azulpaw didn't care about. He did whatever he wanted--who were they to trample on his fun? But for Asterpaw? In a way he was protecting herself. Behind his bright yellow eyes, were murderous glares that pierced the she cat since she refused to confide in him.

Anything would had been better than her being with Bluepaw--anything at all! It couldn't be the personality that attracted her to the piebald tom. Maybe, yeah, maybe it was. Bluepaw was growing to have a ugly heart, hidden by a well glued mask that was all innocent and happy. In contrast, Azulpaw felt only physical appeal towards Alabasterpaw. She wasn't a bad face to look at--at all. No wonder she got the toms. And, that was alright to Azulpaw. He took what he could get--at this certain time.

Azulpaw was still very unsure about everything happening around them…but maybe it was what Starclan had in mind. Had to be because he knew if he were in control, it would be far from any of this happening. He was allowing it to get to him. Thinking of what made Asterpaw want to go to Bluepaw. Apparently it was by force. Since she said she needed comfort and she got it from him. The past Azulpaw couldn't change, but he wished that she trusted him enough to go to him with her problems. He didn't care what it might have been that she was hiding! He just wanted to help her… Because that's what friends were for. They helped each other. They were there for each other. They counted on one another. They depended on each other.

Azulpaw felt she didn't need him anymore. It made him feel something. Yet, he didn't know what it was… It wasn't a good feeling. And, maybe his silence was a bad thing. How would that had made her feel? Azulpaw felt his whiskers quiver, and he blinked his eyes, slowly getting back into the realm of the world. Maybe that was it. Maybe she didn't trust him enough to keep even her darkest of secrets. Was it even a dark secret? This secret that she talked to Bluepaw about...why was it aggravating him so much? Truthfully, the tom didn't care much about others’ business. As long as they knew how to stay out of his. Maybe, she didn't trust him. But her words were that “she didn't want him to reject her”. That was silly. Very silly. Azulpaw knew that had to be some type of excuse. He wanted to call her out on it, but what that had done but caused more drama? So, instead he kept silent.

Wise old cat, eh? He felt himself smirking before it dead panned into a frown. You didn't though. He would had said that aloud--keeping away from potential arguments was kinda hard for the tom. He didn't want to cause a riot for no reason. Waking up every cat through the night.
He let a smile longer on his maw a while longer at her next words. The conniving Alabasterpaw. She had her ways, her little devious plans. “I think I'll hold a bit on that. It's fun bickering with her if I'm being honest. She can't stand my attitude.” He purred heavily. Sure, he was all fought out when it came to her, but he enjoyed his little remarks when it came to the white feline. It made their relationship...interesting to say the least. He wanted to see how far he could take it when she was ready to break. So far, it hasn't happened, so he found himself pushing his boundaries often.

“Oh, yes! Alli’s a joy to be around. I'm sure I can say the same about, Blue, right?” He asked, a small smile forming on his maw. It was genuine. He didn't notice the venom that Asterpaw was holding down. He felt that everything was normal, but even he knew that things were sinking down. Rather quickly than he expected. Everything had to be alright with everyone. Everyone has to be happy. Azulpaw couldn't imagine Asterpaw being unhappy.

Except he did hear her little conversation with her, something that happened days ago, but still haunted him every now and then. Bits of the little chatter he could remember, but the other parts was a blur to him. Perhaps it didn't stand out as much when he heard the fact that Bluepaw bit her on the ear. Sounds abusive, honestly. He wanted to ask her how she felt about that, but he hoped their relationship was on the right track than it had been in moons.

It was getting late..he figured they should both turn in. Go to their respective nests and fall asleep. He had been up half the night, hoping to get away. Never had he thought he would run into Asterpaw at this time. He did miss talking to her, so he was grateful that he had this time with her.

“Yeah…” He trailed off for a moment, “I hope the same for you and Bluepaw.”
A little bit of her personality was showing through. She wanted to play! Azulpaw never liked to turn down a game...especially when it came to falling out of trees. “I might have to let you win this one,” he purred. “I'm a professional at falling out of trees!” He leaped to his paws, his yellow orbs ready to take off, displaying a new type of fury of confidence.

He hurdled himself past her, taking off, and feeling the night breeze wafting through his fur. It felt amazing. Absolutely magnificent. It made him feel free, almost closing his eyes from the sudden impact of emotion of gave him. This was what made Azulpaw happy. Running--playing around, with someone who had as much as a playful heart as himself. It made him forget about the life he was currently living as the only thing on his mind was winning this race. He would finally have the victory of seeing Asterpaw fall out of a tree…

But did he want to see her hurt herself? The tom thought he should had let her win. He didn't want her to be hurt, but Asterpaw would probably think it was unfair that he was treating her such a way. She knew how to handle herself, but maybe she was more fragile than she was letting on.



It hurt more that Azulpaw hadn't said anything at all. She had been ready for him to yell at her, but... all she had recieved was silence. And it hurt a lot. Not like anything could be done about it though, and Asterpaw decided to move on with life. Push her feelings aside. And it could be done, it just took some effort... monumental on Asterpaw's part, but she did her best. And she did manage! She had pushed them aside! They were just still there. Strong. Hard. The feline couldn't swallow the awful lump she felt in her throat, the feeling that her life was going to be over, all those horrible things... she couldn't swallow them down. An imaginary scenerio played out in her head, where he had been the one she came to. And she had told him. He had helped her, and... things went differently from there. She told him she really, really liked him... and he told her the same. And from there they fell in love, and ended up as mates - and there was no Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw. They were gone. Out of the picture. But that was imaginary, and this was reality. The reality of the situation was that things were going so much worse then she could have ever thought. And it stung her as though she were being killed over and over again, it stung her more then anything else, yet she had to deal with it. Part of Asterpaw wondered if she had ever made him feel this way.

She knew she'd hurt him before. But had it been this bad? Had she really caused him so much emotional pain?... was she causing it even now? But those questions were pushed aside at his smile and question. Oh I'm sure she is. Has she given you any death threats recently? Was what she would have preferred to ask, but the blue feline knew better then to say something like that. It would be stupid. Very extremely stupid to say something like that, and besides! This should be happy from now on. It had been a while since they had been together, so good conversations. Good topics. Maybe she should tell him how things really were. How overbearing Bluepaw was, how scared she was of him, how much she wanted to get out of it... and hesitation showed in her grey-green eyes before she finally sighed and spoke.

"Yep! We do all sorts of things together. And he does a lot for me, I think he really wants me to be happy! He tries, anyways!" It was all she could do to keep from crying, and she hesitated for a moment before continuing. Still her thanks hadn't come from before, and she felt bad about it, so she might as well add this on. He... doesn't really like to play that much, though. I never really got to thank you for before, for - standing up for me. That was nice." Was that why she had started crushing on him?

Nope, no, he had always done that. Had she just always had a crush on him? There was no way of knowing, but it hadn't been there one day and then it had. Whatever the reason. Whatever the cause, it was there, and Asterpaw wasn't able to stop it. It was so much better to get to talk to Azulpaw now. She almost felt better just being around him. Because StarClan only knew how much she had missed him. It was almost like going through an emotional death, only easier. The she cat sighed and did her best to look happy and alert as she watched the tom. And then her idea to play had come, and she had brought it up, and now he was taking her up on it. "Professional is one word for it," She mewed with a playful roll of her eyes. "Either way I come in first at something. Gotcha there," Her eyes twinkled brightly as she recalled him telling her that he was always the best. She could be number two, but he was the best. If she won, she was the best at that, and if she had to fall from the tree... well, it was easy to be the best at that! Depending on what kind of a tree-falling competition it was, how hurt or how not-hurt you could be. She wasn't really in the mood for getting hurt that evening, especially because Bluepaw would go on the warpath the next day. And he was even scarier when he was like that. It made Asterpaw nervous. She wished he could listen to her instead of having her be like a trophy wife, but... it seemed that that was all she was. A trophy for him. To put up on a pedastal and brag about, and then snap whenever any other cat wanted her. Why? Because he was just like that, and Asterpaw absolutely hated it. Seeing him take off, her eyes flashed and she laughed momentarily before she chased after him.

"I never said 'go,' you little cheater!" It was a joke. And the laughter showed in her voice... this had been what she needed, she needed to laugh. Needed to play. Needed to be able to joke around with him as she had before the days of Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw's terrifying reign. They seemed to have a dark cloud over the she cat's head - and Azulpaw's too. Reigning them in. Telling them no.

Who do they think they are? I should be able to have friends regardless of whether Alli and Blue want me to or not!

That defiant thought passed through her head before she thought of Bluepaw hurting her over that. And the thought passed just as quickly as it had come, leaving her feeling somewhat weaker and more defenseless. But she pushed onwards, towards the tree... she could see it... she was almost there... and she brushed up against it, not even realizing where Azulpaw was. It didn't matter. Whether he had gotten there first or not didn't matter, none of this mattered, because either way she had won something. Asterpaw couldn't read minds, and if Azulpaw had held back and let her win, she would never know. Right now she was proud of herself. Had she been able to read his mind, she probably would have been angry with him for treating her like she was broken. But... he would have been right. She was. Broken and fragile and delicate and she needed to be treated as though she had to be wrapped up in 'caution' stickers. Because Asterpaw had been broken more then she would ever admit, out loud, that was. She would never admit that she was a broken cat out loud. It was hard for her to face facts herself. Others could tell that she was broken, but she wouldn't tell them that. They could figure it out on their own or they didn't need to know at all and besides, Asterpaw wasn't really looking fowards to thinking about the fact that she needed help for her brokenness.

She didn't.

She was fine.

She had always been fine and she would always be fine.

Alabasterpaw didn't matter, it didn't... none of it did... because she was fine. And she didn't need a victory to prove that. She needed no one, or at least she wanted to believe that. But I need him. In her mind's eye, she could see Azulpaw... she knew that she needed him, and she wasn't too stubborn to admit that. She did need him. More then she would let on out loud, but she had told him this before and she would say it again. I need you. How she wished she could just let go and say those words, but she couldn't. She wouldn't let go. It was too hard and she was too scared of the rejection that might come. What if he laughed at her? What if he rejected her? What if he thought she was weak and stupid and helpless?

Nope, no chance. She never stood a chance with a tom like him. Maybe before she had become a murderer, but now? If he ever knew... if he ever found out... no, Asterpaw's life had changed to a dark one of fear and secrets and lies. A dark one of deals and going behind her future significant other's back. A dark life of betrayals. She felt as though she had betrayed everyone in her life in that moment. No one needed her. She was the one who needed other cats. She was the one who needed Azulpaw. He didn't need her, and he never had. And he never would, now. Her fantasy was just that - a fantasy.

He didn't need her.

He didn't want her.

Nobody did.

[wickedvirtues]

A relaxed sigh left the small, black-and-white furred warrior as she was creating her own little masterpiece in the dirt, caught up in the swirls and squiggles in the dirt made by her delicate paws. Cloverheart put her heart and soul into these, making sure that they were beautiful to her eyes and nowhere where cats, especially the ones who picked on her, would ruin it. Throughout this process, the young she-cat was unaware of the other Skyclan warrior that had come across her little secluded, personal area and was walking closer to her. Cloverheart would have never expected someone to come out here, so far into the hunting grounds - so why would she have a reason to be alert and cautious for others? In retrospect, it was her own fault for letting her guard down after coming out here to get away from those mean fox-hearted cats in the camp. Then, out of the blissful silence, an abrupt voice came into her hearing and the warrior jumped in surprise, whirling around and meeting eyes with a she-cat that she had never met before. Why were they here? Did they want to mock her, insult her, pick on her? Then she realized the words that she had said in the first place. “I.. T-Thanks..” She murmured, stepping in front of her drawing to hide it from prying eyes, remembering when she would draw in the clearing as an apprentice and older apprentices would stomp all over it and laugh. Cloverheart dared not meet the she-cat’s eyes, not liking others to stare at her, feeling like they would immediately make fun of her without her even saying a word. “I.. I’m sorry, did I interrupt a hunt for you or something? I can move somewhere else if I’m interfering with something at all..”

Constellationgazer blinked, studying the little patterns. It was cute, little stars and patterns in the dirt. She smiled at the she-cat she'd never talked with, she hadn't really seen her before. Constellationdancer smiled genuinely at the she-cat. She liked the work she put into her little designs, they were really pretty. The she-cat seemed nervous, making her curious. The young Siamese blinked, a glitter of warmth in her eyes. She thought she caught the scent of another warrior, but she shrugged it off. It was a SkyClan scent, surely it would cause no harm? Constellationdancer wasn't sure where she was, actually. Somewhere in the territory for sure, somewhere she'd never really been. She realized she'd stumbled across this place after walking around randomly. Huh, convenient. Constellationdancer stretched, a smile still on her face. She was a sweet cat, one who wanted the best for her Clan. She hoped she hadn't scared the she-cat too badly, that wasn't her intention. She sat, purring softly. Constellationdancer's smile widened as she flicked her tail. She didn't have any bad intentions, just wanting to chat with the she-cat. "No problem!" Constellationdancer chirped, tilting her head slightly but deciding not to ask why she hid the little drawing. It was her choice if she wanted others to see her design, so she didn't pester her about it. Constellationdancer just sat, waiting for something to talk about. She avoided eye-contact, and she licked her paw awkwardly. She set it down, shuffling her paws and her tail flicking. "No! I just stumbled here randomly, you don't have to move." She shook her head.

[217]

Constellationgazer blinked, studying the little patterns. It was cute, little stars and patterns in the dirt. She smiled at the she-cat she'd never talked with, she hadn't really seen her before. Constellationdancer smiled genuinely at the she-cat. She liked the work she put into her little designs, they were really pretty. The she-cat seemed nervous, making her curious. The young Siamese blinked, a glitter of warmth in her eyes. She thought she caught the scent of another warrior, but she shrugged it off. It was a SkyClan scent, surely it would cause no harm? Constellationdancer wasn't sure where she was, actually. Somewhere in the territory for sure, somewhere she'd never really been. She realized she'd stumbled across this place after walking around randomly. Huh, convenient. Constellationdancer stretched, a smile still on her face. She was a sweet cat, one who wanted the best for her Clan. She hoped she hadn't scared the she-cat too badly, that wasn't her intention. She sat, purring softly. Constellationdancer's smile widened as she flicked her tail. She didn't have any bad intentions, just wanting to chat with the she-cat. "No problem!" Constellationdancer chirped, tilting her head slightly but deciding not to ask why she hid the little drawing. It was her choice if she wanted others to see her design, so she didn't pester her about it. Constellationdancer just sat, waiting for something to talk about. She avoided eye-contact, and she licked her paw awkwardly. She set it down, shuffling her paws and her tail flicking. "No! I just stumbled here randomly, you don't have to move." She shook her head.

The Little Robin
A small rabbit was scuffling around on the ground, and the feline nearby was watching carefully, narrowing her bright green gaze on the long-eared creature. Suddenly, it hopped forward a bit, causing the warrior to carefully follow. Once again, it moved forwards, and Okapileap followed once more. This went on for awhile, the oddly-patterened she-cat growing frustrated as the rabbit kept moving. This was ridiculous. Why couldn't it just stay in one place. Finally getting fed up with waiting for so long, she sprung forward, alerting the rabbit and causing it to dash away. Okapileap followed closely behind, but the rabbit gradually gained distance and, when a low- hanging, thin branch smacked the molly in the face, the prey got away. Okapileap shook her head, her cheek stinging, and she let out a yowl, "Fox-scat!" She couldn't believe that'd happened, and instead of going back to hunting, she decided to walk around and cool off after the failed catch. Shortly after, though, she heard talking a small ways away and followed them in search of the source. A smile made its way to her face as she found two she-cats chatting, and her hunt was forgotten as she bounded forward and brightly greeted them, "Hi there! I'm Okapileap, what are your names? What'cha talking about?" She wasn't at all shy, and didn't hesitate to approach them, taking no notice of how shy one of them looked.
She'd never seen either of them before, but she knew they were in SkyClan by the way they smelled. Hopefully she could make friends with the two. Okapileap loved friends, and would be friends with anyone who wanted to. She looked around, realizing she wasn't sure where they were. She hadn't been paying attention during her chase, nor her aimless wandering, but she didn't worry much about it. She knew she was still in the territory, so she could easily find her way back. Or, even easier, she could go back with these two. Surely they knew where they were. As she was looking around, she saw that the shy-looking she-cat seemed to be hiding something, though a small part was showing, and Okapileap liked it. "Oh! What's that? Can I see it?" She questioned, gesturing to the markings carved into the ground. She couldn't see enough of it to see what it was, but it surely sparked her curiosity.

[wickedvirtues]

The Little Robin
A small rabbit was scuffling around on the ground, and the feline nearby was watching carefully, narrowing her bright green gaze on the long-eared creature. Suddenly, it hopped forward a bit, causing the warrior to carefully follow. Once again, it moved forwards, and Okapileap followed once more. This went on for awhile, the oddly-patterened she-cat growing frustrated as the rabbit kept moving. This was ridiculous. Why couldn't it just stay in one place. Finally getting fed up with waiting for so long, she sprung forward, alerting the rabbit and causing it to dash away. Okapileap followed closely behind, but the rabbit gradually gained distance and, when a low- hanging, thin branch smacked the molly in the face, the prey got away. Okapileap shook her head, her cheek stinging, and she let out a yowl, "Fox-scat!" She couldn't believe that'd happened, and instead of going back to hunting, she decided to walk around and cool off after the failed catch. Shortly after, though, she heard talking a small ways away and followed them in search of the source. A smile made its way to her face as she found two she-cats chatting, and her hunt was forgotten as she bounded forward and brightly greeted them, "Hi there! I'm Okapileap, what are your names? What'cha talking about?" She wasn't at all shy, and didn't hesitate to approach them, taking no notice of how shy one of them looked.
She'd never seen either of them before, but she knew they were in SkyClan by the way they smelled. Hopefully she could make friends with the two. Okapileap loved friends, and would be friends with anyone who wanted to. She looked around, realizing she wasn't sure where they were. She hadn't been paying attention during her chase, nor her aimless wandering, but she didn't worry much about it. She knew she was still in the territory, so she could easily find her way back. Or, even easier, she could go back with these two. Surely they knew where they were. As she was looking around, she saw that the shy-looking she-cat seemed to be hiding something, though a small part was showing, and Okapileap liked it. "Oh! What's that? Can I see it?" She questioned, gesturing to the markings carved into the ground. She couldn't see enough of it to see what it was, but it surely sparked her curiosity.

Constellationdancer pricked her ears, hearing something. Scenting the air, she caught the smell of rabbit and cat. SkyClan, to be specific. Standing and trying to spot the source, she saw a bit of white fur followed by a she-cat. She'd never seen her before, perhaps she was friendly? She didn't want to disturb her hunt, watching silently, interested how she'd catch the rabbit. Unsure if she was being rude, Constellationdancer moved slightly so the other she-cat could see if she wanted, her ears pricked as she waited for the she-cat to notice them. She sprang at the rabbit, following it as it ran. Not the best idea, but okay She thought, the rabbit slowly gaining distance from the molly. She got smacked in the face with a branch, making Constellationdancer cringe slightly. She yowled, and the she-cat couldn't help but take a step forwards. She sat, wondering if the she-cat would try to hunt again. She'd failed rather badly at the last few minutes. She must've heard them, because the molly was rather close and seemed to notice them.
She walked forwards, coming into view as Constellationdancer noticed her odd pattern, interested. She didn't mind as she walked towards them, though she felt that the other she-cat might've. "Hello! I'm Constellationdancer. We were just talking about a thing or two." She replied, a grin on her face at the energy radiating off this she-cat. The other cat must've been uncomfortable, however. Constellationdancer didn't think she'd seen this cat before, she would've noticed. She grinned at the she-cat, hoping she could befriend her. She liked to meet new cats and befriend them, it felt nice to know she could trust them. She watched her glance around, it was a remote area after all. She hadn't been paying attention while wandering, so she couldn't tell her where they were. Constellationdancer knew she wasn't in the Outskirts or Dusk Syndicate, so she was content. She sat, licking her paw and curling her tail around them. Surely she could get back to camp with some help from.. whoever this she-cat drawing was. She turned to the oddly-patterned she-cat, smiling. She scooted a bit to the side, letting the other cat decide if she wanted to show the picture. Constellationdancer couldn't really decide for her, it wasn't her business. She smiled reassuringly to the she-cat that was drawing.

[Captain]

Constellationdancer pricked her ears, hearing something. Scenting the air, she caught the smell of rabbit and cat. SkyClan, to be specific. Standing and trying to spot the source, she saw a bit of white fur followed by a she-cat. She'd never seen her before, perhaps she was friendly? She didn't want to disturb her hunt, watching silently, interested how she'd catch the rabbit. Unsure if she was being rude, Constellationdancer moved slightly so the other she-cat could see if she wanted, her ears pricked as she waited for the she-cat to notice them. She sprang at the rabbit, following it as it ran. Not the best idea, but okay She thought, the rabbit slowly gaining distance from the molly. She got smacked in the face with a branch, making Constellationdancer cringe slightly. She yowled, and the she-cat couldn't help but take a step forwards. She sat, wondering if the she-cat would try to hunt again. She'd failed rather badly at the last few minutes. She must've heard them, because the molly was rather close and seemed to notice them.
She walked forwards, coming into view as Constellationdancer noticed her odd pattern, interested. She didn't mind as she walked towards them, though she felt that the other she-cat might've. "Hello! I'm Constellationdancer. We were just talking about a thing or two." She replied, a grin on her face at the energy radiating off this she-cat. The other cat must've been uncomfortable, however. Constellationdancer didn't think she'd seen this cat before, she would've noticed. She grinned at the she-cat, hoping she could befriend her. She liked to meet new cats and befriend them, it felt nice to know she could trust them. She watched her glance around, it was a remote area after all. She hadn't been paying attention while wandering, so she couldn't tell her where they were. Constellationdancer knew she wasn't in the Outskirts or Dusk Syndicate, so she was content. She sat, licking her paw and curling her tail around them. Surely she could get back to camp with some help from.. whoever this she-cat drawing was. She turned to the oddly-patterned she-cat, smiling. She scooted a bit to the side, letting the other cat decide if she wanted to show the picture. Constellationdancer couldn't really decide for her, it wasn't her business. She smiled reassuringly to the she-cat that was drawing.
Fawn
“Not many cats come out this far into the hunting grounds..” Cloverheart murmured, her paws shuffling nervously underneath her, “I’m just not used to talking to other cats..” The quiet, small warrior wasn’t one to know how to start a conversation with others and was often alone, spending her time on her drawings and just thinking to herself. Her whiskers twitched as she looked down at her paws in a rather shy nature, feeling like just a burden to this Skyclan warrior now. She never knew what to say or how to act, not used to having cats even want to talk to her. The sudden sound of another voice made Cloverheart jump once again, her paws shaking and all of her fur bristling with uneasiness as another she-cat bounded up to the two of them. She talked so fast, so energetic and hyper. The white-and-black furred warrior didn’t know how to deal with this kind of attitude. “Cloverheart..” She mumbled under her breath, sitting down and wrapping her tail around herself rather tightly. She watched the two she-cat’s converse back and forth, knowing that at this moment, she could sneak away and avoid any ridicule. The female known as Okapileap, however, noticed her drawing on the ground and immediately questioned it because it was obvious that she was hiding it. “It.. It’s nothing.. Just some nonsense in the dirt..” The warrior said, looking away from the two of them and she almost swept the drawing away with one paw - but she didn’t have the heart to destroy it. Both of them seemed to smile at her, quite friendly in their actions, but Cloverheart knew that it wouldn’t last long, most likely a joke or a gag to get her to let her guard down. The she-cat gave a saddened sigh and turned back to her drawing, adding more to it with a few swipes of her paw here and there. “Pleasure to meet both of you..” Cloverheart decided to say, having manners and common decency.

[Splash]

"We have some pretty good memories here, huh?" Blazingcomet mewed to his companion as he sat down in the spot that was all too familiar. This spot was definitely special now. It had been before, but now it was twice as much. He was here with his almost-mate. The only cat that he could look at and say 'that's her, that's my mate.' And someone that he could be proud of. She was the most unique cat he had ever met, or so he believed. She was a cat that Blazingcomet was sure that he loved. "Remember the first time we came up here?" He motioned to Drizzleshard to sit down next to him, just so he could feel her nearby. What they had was special. It was a relationship that would never be broken, the type of love that would last forever, the type of love that was... unique.

And Blazingcomet loved it. His golden eyes fixed themselves on Drizzleshard, showing the happiness that he felt. Right now he felt whole and complete, and perfect. But there was something missing. He knew there was something missing. And that was what he was hoping to fix tonight, the "something" that was missing in his life. He was hoping he could fix it through forging an incredible bond, one that really couldn't be broken. Right now? He was still young. He and Drizzleshard were both still young. But... if there was a way... he would find it. If only she would say 'yes' to one very important question that he was getting up nerve to ask.
Drizzleshard chuckled. "Aw, those were the days," she said with mock nostalgia. It was true, though- there was nothing quite like their first "date", when the pair originally got to know each other. The dates since then had been amazing, yes, but none had the same fresh feeling of the first day. Not that Drizzleshard minded- she loved knowing Blazingcomet so well. It was the just best feeling to know another cat's favorite time of day, color, prey, everything, and love them for it. Love was just the best feeling.

Love was the best feeling. Blazingcomet meant love. Just being around Blazingcomet was the best feeling. With this realization, Drizzleshard knew what she had to do. Hopefully Blazingcomet felt the same way she did- this could backfire so baddly. It wouldn't, though, she was sure. The molly took a deep breath to prepare herself.

"Blazingcomet- I like you. A lot. You know that. You are like the sun, pushing away the cold and darkness of night; like newleaf thawing out leafbare. You are the one thing that makes me happy," Drizzleshard meowed to her companion. She hesitated after this, wanting to see how the ginger tom reacted before continuing.

[Gone]

Indigotail let out a tiny squeak. Sne leaned against his body. "I wouldnt mind a family some day." She said blushing. "You would be make a wonderful father." She said thinking of their own offspring scampering around the Nirswry. She licked his neck, nibbling on to a little, purring loudly. "I wonder how Tangerkneleaf will react." She said thinking of her sly friend.
Brookcreek seemed happy as she spoke about having a family, after all, he wouldn't mind raising kits, not at all actually, he loved kits. Eyes widening a little as she nibbled on his neck, this was something he had never experienced before, but it felt nice. "Same, well, she probably was already ahead of us and knew that this was eventually gonna happen, after all, she used to tease us both, as if she wanted us to ask who was the other's crush..." The sandy-gray tom mewed, purring loudly as well as he pressed against her.

[monfang]

Scorchedpetal could feel the pain in her heart from the loss of her son.
It hurt. Like someone had clawed her chest endlessly. She wanted the pain to end, for the hurt to leave. With Cliffheart trailing behind her she stopped, eyes full of her internal pain.
She wanted to speak, but what was she to say. Not even her stars could save her now. No, now she has to look up at the stars and ask why. A question that would never be answered. Of if only she hadn't gone out and fight, if only she stayed back like Cliffheart asked her too, like Auroraflame urged. But no, she left. "Cliffheart, I-..." She began, and tears welled in her eyes like speaking caused her pain. "I, I know I'm suppose to be the strong one, b-but..."
She wiped her wet eyes with her paw, but more tears flooded them and soon poured down her face. "It's all my fault..." She said, and she sat, head down, tears falling onto her muddy paws. "This is all my fault... Sagekit would be alive if not for me..." She cried, her soft yellow eyes glazed over with tears, making them glint in the moonlight. She had been so loving,
so caring, but that only goes so far when you aren't in the nursery, but Medicine Den bound because you ignored everyone and fought. No one knew how much she blamed herself,
for Cliffheart, for Beachkit, for Sagekit. It was all her fault to her.

{ Nighty }
{ okay so the once happy kitty is saddy kitty and needs her cliffy kitty to brighten her up like twin stars dooooo }

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal could feel the pain in her heart from the loss of her son.
It hurt. Like someone had clawed her chest endlessly. She wanted the pain to end, for the hurt to leave. With Cliffheart trailing behind her she stopped, eyes full of her internal pain.
She wanted to speak, but what was she to say. Not even her stars could save her now. No, now she has to look up at the stars and ask why. A question that would never be answered. Of if only she hadn't gone out and fight, if only she stayed back like Cliffheart asked her too, like Auroraflame urged. But no, she left. "Cliffheart, I-..." She began, and tears welled in her eyes like speaking caused her pain. "I, I know I'm suppose to be the strong one, b-but..."
She wiped her wet eyes with her paw, but more tears flooded them and soon poured down her face. "It's all my fault..." She said, and she sat, head down, tears falling onto her muddy paws. "This is all my fault... Sagekit would be alive if not for me..." She cried, her soft yellow eyes glazed over with tears, making them glint in the moonlight. She had been so loving,
so caring, but that only goes so far when you aren't in the nursery, but Medicine Den bound because you ignored everyone and fought. No one knew how much she blamed herself,
for Cliffheart, for Beachkit, for Sagekit. It was all her fault to her.

{ @Nighty (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=83) }
{ okay so the once happy kitty is saddy kitty and needs her cliffy kitty to brighten her up like twin stars dooooo }

[I'm pretending like something happened to Sage along the lines of getting carried off by a hawk/eagle or something]
Cliffheart padded along, staying near the end of her tail. He came rather close to crashing into her when she stopped and the dusty tom limped forwards to see what was the hold-up. What he saw was not what he had been expecting. To see his mate like this, his Star, like this; it was heart wrenching. He had never seen her so emotional, and seeing her like this broke his heart more than it already was. He had an injured Son, a son in the stars, and now one with a shattered heart. He didn't know how to play the strong one, but he knew he wasn't good at much, yet his family loved him anyways. He pressed into her side, nuzzling her firmly in the neck, careful to watch the fresh scars. He remembered the time that they had come out here, when he was hurting, when he was in pain. Now the roles had switched, and the conversation of the past came to mind. "Scorchedpetal..my sweet shining Star..."
"You don't always have to be strong. We rely on each other in our darkest moments. We are like Twin Stars. So maybe all you need right now is your Twin Star." he purred softly to her. "You are strong, and just because you falter doesn't mean that you are not strong anymore. You will always be one of the strongest cats I know." He sat down, gently pushing her down beside him using his tail. He laid his head on top of hers, a purr rumbling deep within. "It is not entirely your fault. We feed off each other, your fault is my fault. Your victory is my victory. We share in our mountains and valleys. We are One." (haha Disney quote) "Sagekit was neither your fault nor my fault. You couldn't have done anything about it. You were in the medicine den, and I was out hunting for us all. There was nothing we could change." He tried to comfort her, knowing they were empty words. It was just saying that it wasn't her fault. He knew with this grief she could do just like he did when he felt like this and find some excuse and blame it on herself still. He knew what it felt like.

[wickedvirtues]

Fawn
“Not many cats come out this far into the hunting grounds..” Cloverheart murmured, her paws shuffling nervously underneath her, “I’m just not used to talking to other cats..” The quiet, small warrior wasn’t one to know how to start a conversation with others and was often alone, spending her time on her drawings and just thinking to herself. Her whiskers twitched as she looked down at her paws in a rather shy nature, feeling like just a burden to this Skyclan warrior now. She never knew what to say or how to act, not used to having cats even want to talk to her. The sudden sound of another voice made Cloverheart jump once again, her paws shaking and all of her fur bristling with uneasiness as another she-cat bounded up to the two of them. She talked so fast, so energetic and hyper. The white-and-black furred warrior didn’t know how to deal with this kind of attitude. “Cloverheart..” She mumbled under her breath, sitting down and wrapping her tail around herself rather tightly. She watched the two she-cat’s converse back and forth, knowing that at this moment, she could sneak away and avoid any ridicule. The female known as Okapileap, however, noticed her drawing on the ground and immediately questioned it because it was obvious that she was hiding it. “It.. It’s nothing.. Just some nonsense in the dirt..” The warrior said, looking away from the two of them and she almost swept the drawing away with one paw - but she didn’t have the heart to destroy it. Both of them seemed to smile at her, quite friendly in their actions, but Cloverheart knew that it wouldn’t last long, most likely a joke or a gag to get her to let her guard down. The she-cat gave a saddened sigh and turned back to her drawing, adding more to it with a few swipes of her paw here and there. “Pleasure to meet both of you..” Cloverheart decided to say, having manners and common decency.

"Oh, okay." Constellationdancer chirped, shrugging with a smile still painted on her face. She was an oblivious cat, not noting her hesitance. Deciding not to ask, she turned to Okapileap. The she-cat sat down, curling her tail around her paws. She kept her optimistic energy, as it took a lot to break through her happy shell of sweetness. Her tail-tip swayed, her ears were pricked and her whiskers twitched. Constellationdancer cast Cloverheart a comforting smile. The SkyClan cat was great at conversation, which was obvious. She sat, her whiskers twitching. She giggled at Okapileap's enthusiasm, nudging Cloverheart gently to calm her. "Relax! We aren't gonna attack you or anything." She giggled, a tiny smile on her maw as she turned back to the new she-cat. She was so full of energy and excitment. The Siamese dipped her head, a little chuckle coming out of her mouth. "Nice ta meet you, Cloverheart." Constellationdancer chirped, her tail swaying as she grinned excitedly. She kept her gaze fixed on both of the cats somehow, not one to ignore someone for someone else. Constellationgazer noticed she looked worried, almost, and frowned slightly. She glanced at the drawing, blinking and turned to Okapileap. It was obviously something worth questioning. "Okay, but it's really pretty!" She purred, turning to Okapileap. "So, how'd you manage to get this far out into the hunting grounds?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. She was oblivious to the nervous, semi-sad emotions radiating off Cloverheart, more focused on being as friendly as she could to the two she-cats she'd just met. She turned, tilting her head at her sigh. It must've just been in her nature to be down, or something, so she just smiled and turned to Okapileap. She seemed to like solitude more than company anyways. "You too!" Constellationdancer chirped, glad she was speaking to them.. kinda.

[lone]

Drizzleshard chuckled. "Aw, those were the days," she said with mock nostalgia. It was true, though- there was nothing quite like their first "date", when the pair originally got to know each other. The dates since then had been amazing, yes, but none had the same fresh feeling of the first day. Not that Drizzleshard minded- she loved knowing Blazingcomet so well. It was the just best feeling to know another cat's favorite time of day, color, prey, everything, and love them for it. Love was just the best feeling.

Love was the best feeling. Blazingcomet meant love. Just being around Blazingcomet was the best feeling. With this realization, Drizzleshard knew what she had to do. Hopefully Blazingcomet felt the same way she did- this could backfire so baddly. It wouldn't, though, she was sure. The molly took a deep breath to prepare herself.

"Blazingcomet- I like you. A lot. You know that. You are like the sun, pushing away the cold and darkness of night; like newleaf thawing out leafbare. You are the one thing that makes me happy," Drizzleshard meowed to her companion. She hesitated after this, wanting to see how the ginger tom reacted before continuing.
"I know, right? And it seems so strange, so much has changed since then but... this place still looks almost the same." It had been at least a moon since his confession that he "liked" her. He was twenty moons old now, the ideal time to plan for starting a family. In the prime of his youth, not too young to do something stupid and not too old to have to consider a cat whom wasn't as attractive as the object of his affections."I like you a lot too, Drizzleshard. I hope you know that." He gave her a light nuzzle, purring as he hesitated for a moment. Was it time? Was now the perfect moment? Whether it was or not, Blazingcomet was almost ready.

"Have you ever thought about the future?"

The beginning to the perfectly planned, rehearsed speech that he had gone through. Every possible scenerio was good in his mind, just as long as she liked him too. The big "l" word was one he hadn't quite used yet. Love. True love was not something to be taken lightly, and even Blazingcomet knew that. Did he love her? He liked her, a lot, but love... love was what would make the two mates. So quite possibly yes, he did love her. If he wanted to ask her to be his mate, he probably did love her. The only question was, did she love him back? All the signs pointed to 'yes.' The way that she looked at him. The way that she acted towards him. The affection he could feel in her words, in her touch... and everything was the same for him.

[217]

Fawn
“Not many cats come out this far into the hunting grounds..” Cloverheart murmured, her paws shuffling nervously underneath her, “I’m just not used to talking to other cats..” The quiet, small warrior wasn’t one to know how to start a conversation with others and was often alone, spending her time on her drawings and just thinking to herself. Her whiskers twitched as she looked down at her paws in a rather shy nature, feeling like just a burden to this Skyclan warrior now. She never knew what to say or how to act, not used to having cats even want to talk to her. The sudden sound of another voice made Cloverheart jump once again, her paws shaking and all of her fur bristling with uneasiness as another she-cat bounded up to the two of them. She talked so fast, so energetic and hyper. The white-and-black furred warrior didn’t know how to deal with this kind of attitude. “Cloverheart..” She mumbled under her breath, sitting down and wrapping her tail around herself rather tightly. She watched the two she-cat’s converse back and forth, knowing that at this moment, she could sneak away and avoid any ridicule. The female known as Okapileap, however, noticed her drawing on the ground and immediately questioned it because it was obvious that she was hiding it. “It.. It’s nothing.. Just some nonsense in the dirt..” The warrior said, looking away from the two of them and she almost swept the drawing away with one paw - but she didn’t have the heart to destroy it. Both of them seemed to smile at her, quite friendly in their actions, but Cloverheart knew that it wouldn’t last long, most likely a joke or a gag to get her to let her guard down. The she-cat gave a saddened sigh and turned back to her drawing, adding more to it with a few swipes of her paw here and there. “Pleasure to meet both of you..” Cloverheart decided to say, having manners and common decency.

CandyFlossCat
A smile tugged the at corners of Okapileap's mouth as they told their names. "Nice to meet you both!" She mewed happily, finally taking notice of the shyness of the she-cat named Cloverheart, and she wondered if her eneretic approach had made her uncomfortable. "Oh, sorry, did I come off to strong? I can calm down if you'd like. Sorry, I've been told I'm overly energetic." She let out a chuckle, knowing she could scare away the more shy or cautious cats. She didn't want that, but she also couldn't help it. She looked from Cloverheart to Constellationdancer, before addressing them both. "I didn't interrupt anything, right? If you guys were talking about something private or secret or something, I can leave. I don't mind!" The thought that she'd walked in on something secret hadn't crossed her mind until now and she had to ask. She wouldn't mind leaving, though part of her hoped they weren't talking about anything private. She wanted to stay and befriend these cats, but she'd understand if she had to go.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Mousejump was fuming. She was prepared to break something, destroy anything, just to rid herself of such violent anger. After Ebonyfrost continued to question Mousejump's knowledge on her own daughter, the mother couldn't help but feel so mad. And her daughter's tone only fueled her fury, her tail lashing wildly unlike Ebonyfrost's somewhat controlled movements. Before she could respond with some of her own harsh words, Ebonyfrost spoke some more. Mousejump stepped back, her eyes wide and her ears folded back. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Shocked, the older feline had to take a moment to recover, to think about what had just been shared.

Mousejump was aware that something was wrong, something was bothering Ebonyfrost, but what was it? With Ebonyfrost's words, Mousejump was offered a vague clue. No other cat seemed to be causing her daughter harm, which meant Ebonyfrost must be harboring an internal issue - or a physical problem. But Mousejump couldn't see anything physically wrong with her offspring, so she automatically figured something that either she was hiding her physical issue or she was fighting an internal struggle. Mousejump had somehow ignored Ebonyfrost using her unique rank against her common one because as a mother, when she discovered something was wrong with her kits, she'd do anything to help them, even if it meant forgetting about such a hurtful comment.

``Let me get to know you then, Ebonyfrost,`` Mousejump meowed. Her tone was firmly soft, like a mother scolding her kit for playing with their meal. The firmness was to get her point across, but the softness was to let Ebonyfrost know that Mousejump loved her with everything she had. She now adopted a concerned expression, though anger still flared behind worry. Her daughter's mention of not knowing what was wrong with her tamed the flames of fury, and instead, fueled a whirlwind of concern. ``I know something is wrong, and I only want to help! Why won't you let me help?`` Her tone was desperate now. Mousejump would do just about anything to learn what bothered Ebonyfrost. She'd even tell her of her own disability. Maybe, just maybe, she should do that. ``I - if you tell me what's wrong, I'll tell you something about me that nobody knows. A secret for a secret?`` Believe it or not, Mousejump was bribing her daughter as an act of desperation.


(Sorry about how short this one is, I'm about to enter the mountains where I will lose cell reception.)

The words of her mother surprised Ebonyfrost.
They surprised her not only because she had not expected her mother to have any secrets, let alone a secret that she had never told a soul, but also because she was so willing to give it up just for a secret that she didn't even know was serious.
This confused her, and also frightened her.
How could you so readily give up such a thing? Evincrysot knew that she herself could not do such a thing. Not with this secret. It meant too much to her.
She hesitated, half angry and half worried. She didn't know how to react, and in all honesty, she was tired.
"No Mousejump." She mewed finally, voice weary and pale eyes still hardened. She felt calmer, somewhat.
"I can't tell you. Not this secret."

[wickedvirtues]

CandyFlossCat
A smile tugged the at corners of Okapileap's mouth as they told their names. "Nice to meet you both!" She mewed happily, finally taking notice of the shyness of the she-cat named Cloverheart, and she wondered if her eneretic approach had made her uncomfortable. "Oh, sorry, did I come off to strong? I can calm down if you'd like. Sorry, I've been told I'm overly energetic." She let out a chuckle, knowing she could scare away the more shy or cautious cats. She didn't want that, but she also couldn't help it. She looked from Cloverheart to Constellationdancer, before addressing them both. "I didn't interrupt anything, right? If you guys were talking about something private or secret or something, I can leave. I don't mind!" The thought that she'd walked in on something secret hadn't crossed her mind until now and she had to ask. She wouldn't mind leaving, though part of her hoped they weren't talking about anything private. She wanted to stay and befriend these cats, but she'd understand if she had to go.

A grin remained on Constellationdancer's face, glad for all the company. "You too!" She chirped, her tail swaying and whiskers twitching. She glanced at Cloverheart, her head slightly tilting as she looked a bit concerned they were annoying her. It was possible, right? She shook her head slightly, but glanced at Cloverheart. "Perhaps a bit." She giggled, her eyes shining with excitement of her own. Constellationdancer was a naturally sweet and silly cat, so she wasn't nervous. Okapileap seemed like a nice, though really loud, cat. She kept her gaze on the oddly-patterned cat who began to speak to them. "Nah, it's okay! We weren't talking about much." She reassured her, shaking her head. "Nothing private or anything, I just stumbled across her." She giggled, a glitter of humor in her eyes. She realized the conversation was lacking, since Cloverheart was so shy, but she shrugged it off. Not all cats were the same, evident by the little group of she-cats. She wanted to befriend these two cats, they seemed pretty nice.

[Ivy]

Brookcreek seemed happy as she spoke about having a family, after all, he wouldn't mind raising kits, not at all actually, he loved kits. Eyes widening a little as she nibbled on his neck, this was something he had never experienced before, but it felt nice. "Same, well, she probably was already ahead of us and knew that this was eventually gonna happen, after all, she used to tease us both, as if she wanted us to ask who was the other's crush..." The sandy-gray tom mewed, purring loudly as well as he pressed against her.


Indigotail smiled at him. "I'm sorta glad she did tug us into this."
She leaned in and kissed his nose. The navy she cat leaned against him,
closing her eyes. "I always thought that you had a thing for Tangerineleaf.
You too always laughing or she was teasing you." She laughed at how foolish she was back then. "You always looked so handsome." She looked into his beautiful eyes. (sorry about the short post; kinda tired)

[Gone]

Indigotail smiled at him. "I'm sorta glad she did tug us into this."
She leaned in and kissed his nose. The navy she cat leaned against him,
closing her eyes. "I always thought that you had a thing for Tangerineleaf.
You too always laughing or she was teasing you." She laughed at how foolish she was back then. "You always looked so handsome." She looked into his beautiful eyes. (sorry about the short post; kinda tired)
The tom seemed to think of what she had said about how they were tugged in all this, though, he gave a nod later on. "True, because we probably wouldn't be here right now." Brookcreek said, a purr rising down his throat. "Meh, Tangerineleaf probably isn't even attracted to males... Because honestly, saying that you had a thing for her made it kind of weird, but it's her choice, she can love whoever she wants." He said, blushing as she told him how handsome he always looked. "H-Heh, thanks" He purred and licked her cheek before meeting her gaze.

[Ivy]

The tom seemed to think of what she had said about how they were tugged in all this, though, he gave a nod later on. "True, because we probably wouldn't be here right now." Brookcreek said, a purr rising down his throat. "Meh, Tangerineleaf probably isn't even attracted to males... Because honestly, saying that you had a thing for her made it kind of weird, but it's her choice, she can love whoever she wants." He said, blushing as she told him how handsome he always looked. "H-Heh, thanks" He purred and licked her cheek before meeting her gaze.

Indigotail looked behind her at the camp, smiling sadly. "I'm not sure who she likes, but we can support her." She sighed, purring at the romantic gesture. "However did you, a big handsome tom, such as yourself catch such a beautiful and delicious catch for me today?" She said, fawning over the flustered tom. "It must've taken a lot of muscle for you to catch the bird." She smirked as she twined their tails. The Russian Blue had decided she liked seeing the poor tom flustered.

The she cat was so happy now that she could have Brookcreek all to herself.
She had always debated over the subject whether he liked her or not as she thought either he liked Tangerineleaf, he was playing around, he really did love her, or he wasn't interested at all. She closed her blue eyes as she purred softly fantasizing about their new life together. "I know you'll always have my back."

[RedHead]

At his response, Auroraflame gave him a small smile. No matter who the cat, no one should have to be hurt. Or maybe they did, so they knew just how dangerous the world could be. But everyone needed someone to at least care when they were hurt. “Good,” Auroraflame responded with a satisfied smile. She quickly scanned him over to make sure he wasn’t lying. He seemed fine. Most cats said that they were fine when they were asked that question, even if they really weren’t fine. The deputy just liked to double check. The golden tom looked alright for a loner. He wasn’t completely scrawny and he looked presentable enough. Wherever he had been for the past few moons, he must’ve taken good care of himself. Well of course he would’ve! If he had to lead a clan for a few moons, taking care of himself would be no problem! Auroraflame thought, her tail flicking in amusement at the thought.

The concern in his eyes was clear to see as the ebony deputy quickly processed the words. She’d seen his family members around camp here and there but hadn’t yet found the time to fully see how they were dealing with Lemon’s disappearance. She’d already seen Grousestar around camp enough times that she didn’t need to think about he was doing. “Your family are all doing fine,” Auroraflame reassured, giving him a warm smile. “They miss you dearly,” the she-cat continued. It must be terrible, not being able to see your family for moons. The she-cat herself was often wondering how her sister was fairing in StarClan. “And Grousestar’s doing great! He is an amazing leader.” There was no doubt in her words as she let them spill. The clan would probably be falling apart without their leader. “You left the clan in good paws,” Auroraflame said, touching his shoulder with her tail. She wanted the tom to relax. Who knew what he’d been going through? Surely he would’ve come home wanting to just calm down and rest his paws? He didn’t need to be overwhelmed by things to worry about.

As he began to tell his story, she pulled her tail back, sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. She listened. It all sounded terrible but Auroraflame didn’t let it show on her face. Instead, she just kept a blank face. Once he was finished, she didn’t say anything for a moment and changed her expression to one of thought. “That sounds horrid,” she finally said, letting a shudder run through her. The inky she-cat could not possibly imagine what he had gone through. The thought of being lost, finally finding your clan’s territory only to see that everyone was gone, was shocking. If it had been her, she would’ve sobbed for days.
“A moon?” she repeated, her brows furrowing in confusion. “How come no one found you if you’ve been here for a moon? Surely one of the patrols would've found you? I mean, they get sent out to every area of the territory” she said, tilting her head to the side curiously. Had he been camping out in the territory unbeknownst to the clan? Or had been hiding around the border? Or perhaps he had been moving around so no one caught him. But why wouldn’t he want to be found? This was his home after all. Maybe she just didn’t understand his situation like he did. “You’re not late! I remember you! And I’m sure that many others will too,” she protested. She was certain that at least a few other cats would remember the tom. She knew that his family and Grousestar would. How could they possibly forget. Although she’d never really known Lemon that well and would’ve liked to know him, she still remembered him as though he were still part of the clan. Auroraflame didn’t forget her clan mates easily, whether they were in the clan or not.



Lemon felt feeling surge through his body. His family was okay! And Grousestar was an amazing leader as well. Of course he was though. I handpicked him. Lemon's ears flicked in amusement at his own thoughts. The tom was still himself, but maybe a little too prideful now due to the experiences he'd been through. And survived. And because he had done that, the golden tom felt as if he could take on anything. Except face his former clan.

But being here, talking with Auroraflame, had sparked something new in Lemon. Sparked courage that he knew was there, but it was just hidden by his overwhelming fear. But she was accepting him and what happened to him. So maybe all of the cats in Skyclan would forgive him and still love him. The golden tom wanted to believe that. But he still had his doubts. "Yes, a moon." He sighed. He knew it was time for the truth to come out, that he was scared of facing his former clan. He was scared they would no longer love him. And Lemon couldn't stand not being loved. "I've been living outside of Skyclan territory for a moon because.... I'm..." Lemon took a deep breath, flattening his ears. It hurt every single part of his pride to admit this, but sometimes you just have to do it. "I'm scared that the cats in Skyclan will no longer love me because I left them." Lemon said this quickly, closing his eyes tight as he said it.

When he was finished with the fast-paced sentence, he opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Like he had just confessed a super important and secretive secret. Which in the large loner's mind, he had. And he was not looking forward to what Auroraflame would say about it.

[Splash]

"I know, right? And it seems so strange, so much has changed since then but... this place still looks almost the same." It had been at least a moon since his confession that he "liked" her. He was twenty moons old now, the ideal time to plan for starting a family. In the prime of his youth, not too young to do something stupid and not too old to have to consider a cat whom wasn't as attractive as the object of his affections."I like you a lot too, Drizzleshard. I hope you know that." He gave her a light nuzzle, purring as he hesitated for a moment. Was it time? Was now the perfect moment? Whether it was or not, Blazingcomet was almost ready.

"Have you ever thought about the future?"

The beginning to the perfectly planned, rehearsed speech that he had gone through. Every possible scenerio was good in his mind, just as long as she liked him too. The big "l" word was one he hadn't quite used yet. Love. True love was not something to be taken lightly, and even Blazingcomet knew that. Did he love her? He liked her, a lot, but love... love was what would make the two mates. So quite possibly yes, he did love her. If he wanted to ask her to be his mate, he probably did love her. The only question was, did she love him back? All the signs pointed to 'yes.' The way that she looked at him. The way that she acted towards him. The affection he could feel in her words, in her touch... and everything was the same for him.

Drizzleshard smiled softly. "So much, and yet this spot is still magical," she murmured, gazing up at the brilliant stars overhead. "It's just beautiful, isn't it," the molly asked Blazingcomet. It was obvious that she wasn't referring to the pair's surroundings, though, but rather how they just didn't change, no matter what happened to the cats living inside. Countless seasons later, Drizzleshard and Blazingcomet long dead, and these trees would still be here. They'd be stronger for it.

Time would make the trees bigger, taller, stronger. Just like what it would do with the pair's relationship. No matter what happened, their bond would still be their, growing and strengthening. "I do," the silver she-cat responded. "You're in it." Earlier in their relationship, Drizzleshard wouldn't have said that, especially not with the complete lack of doubt or embarrassment that she did now. She seemed completely confident in this, and it was true. In fact, it was impossible for her to imagine a future without Blazingcomet. Such a world just didn't imagine. The two just belonged together. "And that's about all I know."

[Gone]

Indigotail looked behind her at the camp, smiling sadly. "I'm not sure who she likes, but we can support her." She sighed, purring at the romantic gesture. "However did you, a big handsome tom, such as yourself catch such a beautiful and delicious catch for me today?" She said, fawning over the flustered tom. "It must've taken a lot of muscle for you to catch the bird." She smirked as she twined their tails. The Russian Blue had decided she liked seeing the poor tom flustered.

The she cat was so happy now that she could have Brookcreek all to herself.
She had always debated over the subject whether he liked her or not as she thought either he liked Tangerineleaf, he was playing around, he really did love her, or he wasn't interested at all. She closed her blue eyes as she purred softly fantasizing about their new life together. "I know you'll always have my back."
Brookcreek shrugged as she told him that they could support their friend. "Honestly, we can't really support her if she doesn't tell us who she has a crush on, huh?" He asked, he knew he was right because, if they knew who she had her eye on, they could try to get them to know each other a bit more. His eyes widening as she spoke about the bird and his muscles, he didn't add anything that had to do with that subject though and simply intertwined their tails more. "I promise that I'll always have your back, whatever happens." He added, smiling at her.

[Ivy]

Brookcreek shrugged as she told him that they could support their friend. "Honestly, we can't really support her if she doesn't tell us who she has a crush on, huh?" He asked, he knew he was right because, if they knew who she had her eye on, they could try to get them to know each other a bit more. His eyes widening as she spoke about the bird and his muscles, he didn't add anything that had to do with that subject though and simply intertwined their tails more. "I promise that I'll always have your back, whatever happens." He added, smiling at her.



Ivybreeze purred softly as she closed her eyes fantasizing about their future as mates. She could have kits, share tongues, and be with him forever. She licked his face. "I would love if we could go back and merge our nests?" she asked gazing at him. (on phone)

[lone]

Drizzleshard smiled softly. "So much, and yet this spot is still magical," she murmured, gazing up at the brilliant stars overhead. "It's just beautiful, isn't it," the molly asked Blazingcomet. It was obvious that she wasn't referring to the pair's surroundings, though, but rather how they just didn't change, no matter what happened to the cats living inside. Countless seasons later, Drizzleshard and Blazingcomet long dead, and these trees would still be here. They'd be stronger for it.

Time would make the trees bigger, taller, stronger. Just like what it would do with the pair's relationship. No matter what happened, their bond would still be their, growing and strengthening. "I do," the silver she-cat responded. "You're in it." Earlier in their relationship, Drizzleshard wouldn't have said that, especially not with the complete lack of doubt or embarrassment that she did now. She seemed completely confident in this, and it was true. In fact, it was impossible for her to imagine a future without Blazingcomet. Such a world just didn't imagine. The two just belonged together. "And that's about all I know."
"I'm in it, huh?" A smile spread across the tom's features. Oh, this was the start of something new. Something magical. Blazingcomet was sure that they would be able to get together now. Before you chicken out. Do it now. No one could accuse the orange tom of being a coward, at any point in time... Blazingcomet was a brave cat, but this was a big step to take! This was a make-or-break moment, and he wanted to make sure that it was done right. Taking a deep breath, Blazingcomet looked at Drizzleshard. "Drizzybooshard..." It was something he had been calling her ever since the nickname had first come into use, and it was always meant affectionately...

"I've only known you for... three or four moons, I believe. I can't remember the exact date that we met, but we haven't known each other for very long. And yet I can never get tired of you." It was time. Now was the perfect time, he could feel it... it was in his mind to ask her now. And his golden eyes seemed to sparkle in a way they hadn't before.

"Drizzleshard, I would love it if you would do me the honor of becoming my mate.

The best he could do. It wasn't the most romantic thing he had said before, considering he always had been a great flirt, and still was... but it was genuine. A lot more genuine then anything he ever said to admirers. Holding his breath, Blazingcomet awaited a response. A response that woud make or break their relationship, as he had thought before. This was the moment that he had waited for forever, and looking at his love, he knew that he had done the right thing. This had been the perfect moment. Someone else might have been able to charm Drizzleshard away from him, but as long as she agreed... they were bound together. Stuck together. Like it or not, Blazingcomet had chosen his mate.





The territory had always been a place that Palmettoleaf loved to go. While being alone had never been something he enjoyed, he had always enjoyed the serenity that the territory brought to him. The peace and quiet of the woods, the way that the ground seemed to almost settle under his paws, it was all loved by the tom. Turning to his companion, the feline gave Marblestrike his most winning smile. "It's a lot quieter out here, isn't it? And nicer, too - it always feels so much cooler in the territory, although that might have to do with the fact there's no pressure of being watched by other cats." He stopped for a moment, realizing that contradicted what was going on at this moment in time. Stupid, Palmettoleaf! You're going to have to do better then that if you want her to actually like you! He thought, with a flinch. No - the tom wasn't thinking about liking in a romantic way, that thought had never entered his mind. Especially since she didn't seem the type to go in for romance.

And, Palmettoleaf wasn't necessarily looking for a romantic partner at this point anyways. He'd had a couple of bad experiences - not really horrible, but they had more or less turned him away from making a venture at romance and more towards doing his best to make friends. After all, what did friendship lead to if not romance? Palmettoleaf didn't believe in love at first sight. It wasn't like he knew what that felt like, anyways. He was the type to wait a little while.

It was honestly difficult for him to have a crush on a she cat that he didn't know, he wanted to know what they were like most of the time. If he didn't know much about them, how could he know whether or not he would want to be with them forever? Love was something the tom took seriously. Very seriously. And he wasn't going to allow himself to be pulled in by another cat. Now certainly, he found his companion attractive. Who wouldn't? But her personality was the thing that intrigued him. That had been drawing him in, tempting him to get to know her better even though he got the feeling Marblestrike would have been just as happy to be alone this morning. Especially with everything that she had said. Still, she had agreed to join him! That was a start! And, there was no forgetting that she had told him about her past! Palmettoleaf coud practically see them becoming friends already, though the when and how was up to Marblestrike and Marblestrike alone. He was ready anytime she was. The tom was always up for making a new friend, although the problem was, not everyone he appreciated appreciated him back. Leafy green eyes fixed themselves on his companion, and his tail twitched back and forth in anticipation of something she might say, although before Marblestrike could have said anything, another thought sprang into his mind.

"So, if you don't like other cats that much... how come you agreed to come on this walk with me?" Hopefully it was something good. Palmettoleaf wanted it to be something like she actually liked him and wanted them to be friends, wouldn't that be nice? Though he doubted that were it, somehow Marblestrike didn't strike him as the type to be all buddy-buddy on a first meeting.

Doodle

[Doodle]

The territory had always been a place that Palmettoleaf loved to go. While being alone had never been something he enjoyed, he had always enjoyed the serenity that the territory brought to him. The peace and quiet of the woods, the way that the ground seemed to almost settle under his paws, it was all loved by the tom. Turning to his companion, the feline gave Marblestrike his most winning smile. "It's a lot quieter out here, isn't it? And nicer, too - it always feels so much cooler in the territory, although that might have to do with the fact there's no pressure of being watched by other cats." He stopped for a moment, realizing that contradicted what was going on at this moment in time. Stupid, Palmettoleaf! You're going to have to do better then that if you want her to actually like you! He thought, with a flinch. No - the tom wasn't thinking about liking in a romantic way, that thought had never entered his mind. Especially since she didn't seem the type to go in for romance.

And, Palmettoleaf wasn't necessarily looking for a romantic partner at this point anyways. He'd had a couple of bad experiences - not really horrible, but they had more or less turned him away from making a venture at romance and more towards doing his best to make friends. After all, what did friendship lead to if not romance? Palmettoleaf didn't believe in love at first sight. It wasn't like he knew what that felt like, anyways. He was the type to wait a little while.

It was honestly difficult for him to have a crush on a she cat that he didn't know, he wanted to know what they were like most of the time. If he didn't know much about them, how could he know whether or not he would want to be with them forever? Love was something the tom took seriously. Very seriously. And he wasn't going to allow himself to be pulled in by another cat. Now certainly, he found his companion attractive. Who wouldn't? But her personality was the thing that intrigued him. That had been drawing him in, tempting him to get to know her better even though he got the feeling Marblestrike would have been just as happy to be alone this morning. Especially with everything that she had said. Still, she had agreed to join him! That was a start! And, there was no forgetting that she had told him about her past! Palmettoleaf coud practically see them becoming friends already, though the when and how was up to Marblestrike and Marblestrike alone. He was ready anytime she was. The tom was always up for making a new friend, although the problem was, not everyone he appreciated appreciated him back. Leafy green eyes fixed themselves on his companion, and his tail twitched back and forth in anticipation of something she might say, although before Marblestrike could have said anything, another thought sprang into his mind.

"So, if you don't like other cats that much... how come you agreed to come on this walk with me?" Hopefully it was something good. Palmettoleaf wanted it to be something like she actually liked him and wanted them to be friends, wouldn't that be nice? Though he doubted that were it, somehow Marblestrike didn't strike him as the type to be all buddy-buddy on a first meeting.

Doodle


As the two walked through the territory, Marblestrike did her best to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that settled in her belly. She was nervous, something that didn't happen often, but then again the molly didn't often allow others to join her when she went into the territory. At least, not only a single cat- other than her best friends or apprentice. Otherwise, when she was out with her clanmates it would always be on a patrol of sorts where multiple cats were with her, making sure the spotlight wouldn't be on the feline. She could simply just be in the background performing her duties while everyone else conversed. But now, with Palmettoleaf, she was forced to talk to him- its not like she could play it off as thinking he was speaking to someone other than herself. So, when the tom spoke, the warrior tilted her head slightly to the side to look his way. She took in his words and sent him an unimpressed look, but quickly looked away to hide her twitching whiskers. "I thought you liked being around all those cats and noise," she remarked coolly, no trace of amusement in her voice. That was the thing about Marblestrike; it was always hard to tell when she found something funny, or when she was even trying to be friendly. Her voice always had a way of sounding bored or sarcastic, but that made it easier for her to hide how she felt. She was still not completely comfortable with her companion, and thus was still in a phase of trying to hide her feelings, but even with her closer friends her voice still sounded the same. They knew her better than other cats, however, and would probably guess that she was poking fun at them. Palmettoleaf, on the other had, she wasn't sure about. He could take her words in a completely different way, but the molly would just have to wait and see which direction it would go.

The heat of another's gaze fell on her pelt, and Marblestrike was sure the tom was looking at her. Perhaps trying to figure her out, but she kept a straight face as she continued to walk, looking everywhere but at Palmettoleaf. If she spent too long looking into his eyes, then she would lose her focus. His eyes had a tendency to draw her in, something she had realized rather quickly, and the molly was determined to not fall into any sort of trap. She would keep her boundaries up, despite the small slip she had back in camp while she talked about her childhood. Marble did allow herself to look his way once more, however, when the other cat spoke again. She snorted, giving him an unbelieving look before turning her attention promptly back in front of her. "Palmettoleaf, you're not a dumb cat, but that was a stupid question," she stated matter-of-frankly, still padding on as if what she was saying was no big deal. "What do you think I'd chose? One cat out in a quiet place, or a bunch of cats in a noisy, crowded clearing?" She shook her head, not bringing up the fact that she had decided to push past her own boundaries in this little walk with the tom. "That should be an easy answer, at least if you've been paying attention to me at all- which you have. I can see you trying to figure me out," she tacked on, taking a moment once again to meet his gaze with a rather challenging one of her own as she called him out. Though, she guessed, the warrior trying to figure her out was better than what most cats did- where they simply didn't care about who she was, just that she was someone to flirt with. Still, she wasn't about to make this little session easy on the tom; he seemed to want to be her friend, and in order to do so he would have to prove himself worthy to the she-cat. As of yet, he hadn't done anything terribly wrong, but still nothing to make her drop her guard.

[Ivy]

Ivybreeze purred softly as she closed her eyes fantasizing about their future as mates. She could have kits, share tongues, and be with him forever. She licked his face. "I would love if we could go back and merge our nests?" she asked gazing at him. (on phone)
Bump

[lone]

As the two walked through the territory, Marblestrike did her best to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that settled in her belly. She was nervous, something that didn't happen often, but then again the molly didn't often allow others to join her when she went into the territory. At least, not only a single cat- other than her best friends or apprentice. Otherwise, when she was out with her clanmates it would always be on a patrol of sorts where multiple cats were with her, making sure the spotlight wouldn't be on the feline. She could simply just be in the background performing her duties while everyone else conversed. But now, with Palmettoleaf, she was forced to talk to him- its not like she could play it off as thinking he was speaking to someone other than herself. So, when the tom spoke, the warrior tilted her head slightly to the side to look his way. She took in his words and sent him an unimpressed look, but quickly looked away to hide her twitching whiskers. "I thought you liked being around all those cats and noise," she remarked coolly, no trace of amusement in her voice. That was the thing about Marblestrike; it was always hard to tell when she found something funny, or when she was even trying to be friendly. Her voice always had a way of sounding bored or sarcastic, but that made it easier for her to hide how she felt. She was still not completely comfortable with her companion, and thus was still in a phase of trying to hide her feelings, but even with her closer friends her voice still sounded the same. They knew her better than other cats, however, and would probably guess that she was poking fun at them. Palmettoleaf, on the other had, she wasn't sure about. He could take her words in a completely different way, but the molly would just have to wait and see which direction it would go.

The heat of another's gaze fell on her pelt, and Marblestrike was sure the tom was looking at her. Perhaps trying to figure her out, but she kept a straight face as she continued to walk, looking everywhere but at Palmettoleaf. If she spent too long looking into his eyes, then she would lose her focus. His eyes had a tendency to draw her in, something she had realized rather quickly, and the molly was determined to not fall into any sort of trap. She would keep her boundaries up, despite the small slip she had back in camp while she talked about her childhood. Marble did allow herself to look his way once more, however, when the other cat spoke again. She snorted, giving him an unbelieving look before turning her attention promptly back in front of her. "Palmettoleaf, you're not a dumb cat, but that was a stupid question," she stated matter-of-frankly, still padding on as if what she was saying was no big deal. "What do you think I'd chose? One cat out in a quiet place, or a bunch of cats in a noisy, crowded clearing?" She shook her head, not bringing up the fact that she had decided to push past her own boundaries in this little walk with the tom. "That should be an easy answer, at least if you've been paying attention to me at all- which you have. I can see you trying to figure me out," she tacked on, taking a moment once again to meet his gaze with a rather challenging one of her own as she called him out. Though, she guessed, the warrior trying to figure her out was better than what most cats did- where they simply didn't care about who she was, just that she was someone to flirt with. Still, she wasn't about to make this little session easy on the tom; he seemed to want to be her friend, and in order to do so he would have to prove himself worthy to the she-cat. As of yet, he hadn't done anything terribly wrong, but still nothing to make her drop her guard.

"Did I say that?"Palmettoleaf's expression became the epitome of innocence, and his leaf-green eyes shone with playfulness as he watched her, his expression excited and glowing with the promise of making a new friend. "A tom can like both, you know. There's no law that I have to like one or the other," He purred, eyes sparkling as though she had just told him some joke that only the two of them knew. Palmettoleaf's expression changed as she spoke again. First off, he knew that Marblestrike had the ability to be quite harsh and serious. She was. And sarcastic, too, it confused him at times although he was excited to have the opportunity to get to know her. And what an opportunity! Marblestrike was one cat that he hadn't really seen out and about, being social, which meant that she couldn't have had too many friends. This was his time to get to make a new friend. And he knew it. Whether she realized it or not, she was going to be won over, and it was only a matter of time before Palmettoleaf was the one doing the winning over. The warrior's eyes widened slightly, although he showed no other sign that he cared much about what she had said. He wasn't a sensitive cat. He was made of tougher stuff then he appeared to, and a few sharp remarks weren't going to do the trick of turning him away.

"Well, that depends. I'm not exactly a quiet cat - just in case you hadn't noticed, I like to ask questions. And talk. So you could pretend not to hear me in the loud clearing... or you could be in the quiet territory with me and have no excuse when you pretend not to hear me ask you all my questions." Palmettoleaf's green eyes sparked with victory, he supposed that he had her trapped now. After all, what possible explanation was there for not answering his questions if she were out in a quiet place?

It wasn't like the tom had a quiet voice. It wasn't like there was background noise that could drown out his voice, and it wasn't like there was much else going on around the two. They were in their own bubble. Which brought him to another good reason for being out in the territory with Marblestrike... there would be no interupptions. He could ask her whatever he wanted without the fear of being interuppted by another cat. Or something else that might draw her attention away. He had noticed that she didn't seem like the type to be drawn away too easily, and her earlier answer to his question hadn't quite satisfied him. The crowded clearing seemed like it would be a safe spot for her. Easy to blend into the mix, and if she was sitting alone, chances were that there weren't too many who would approach her. Especially having observed the way that others behaved around her. That wasn't even to mention that he, a complete stranger, had just brought her out here. For all she knew? He could be a murderer.

He could be crazy. He could be manipulative and cruel, although she was trusting him that he was none of the above. Things that Palmettoleaf was practically thrilled about. Was she really trusting him? A purr of excitement rumbled in the tom's throat, his leaf-green eyes continuing to sparkle and shine with the promise that Marblestrike was going to be his latest friend. She seemed like the type of cat who just needed more friends. And he would be honored to add his name to her list. And to add her name to his own.

"Do you have any nicknames?" Was the question he came up with next. If she didn't, he would quickly come up with one for her. And, since she seemed like she didn't really have any friends, perhaps she wouldn't really have any nicknames either? His leaf-green eyes stared out at her and a purr rumbled in his throat as he awaited her much-anticipated answer. Palmettoleaf was already imagining Marblestrike's nicknames, coming up with them in his own mind and thinking about what the ones others had given her might be.

[Doodle]

"Did I say that?"Palmettoleaf's expression became the epitome of innocence, and his leaf-green eyes shone with playfulness as he watched her, his expression excited and glowing with the promise of making a new friend. "A tom can like both, you know. There's no law that I have to like one or the other," He purred, eyes sparkling as though she had just told him some joke that only the two of them knew. Palmettoleaf's expression changed as she spoke again. First off, he knew that Marblestrike had the ability to be quite harsh and serious. She was. And sarcastic, too, it confused him at times although he was excited to have the opportunity to get to know her. And what an opportunity! Marblestrike was one cat that he hadn't really seen out and about, being social, which meant that she couldn't have had too many friends. This was his time to get to make a new friend. And he knew it. Whether she realized it or not, she was going to be won over, and it was only a matter of time before Palmettoleaf was the one doing the winning over. The warrior's eyes widened slightly, although he showed no other sign that he cared much about what she had said. He wasn't a sensitive cat. He was made of tougher stuff then he appeared to, and a few sharp remarks weren't going to do the trick of turning him away.

"Well, that depends. I'm not exactly a quiet cat - just in case you hadn't noticed, I like to ask questions. And talk. So you could pretend not to hear me in the loud clearing... or you could be in the quiet territory with me and have no excuse when you pretend not to hear me ask you all my questions." Palmettoleaf's green eyes sparked with victory, he supposed that he had her trapped now. After all, what possible explanation was there for not answering his questions if she were out in a quiet place?

It wasn't like the tom had a quiet voice. It wasn't like there was background noise that could drown out his voice, and it wasn't like there was much else going on around the two. They were in their own bubble. Which brought him to another good reason for being out in the territory with Marblestrike... there would be no interupptions. He could ask her whatever he wanted without the fear of being interuppted by another cat. Or something else that might draw her attention away. He had noticed that she didn't seem like the type to be drawn away too easily, and her earlier answer to his question hadn't quite satisfied him. The crowded clearing seemed like it would be a safe spot for her. Easy to blend into the mix, and if she was sitting alone, chances were that there weren't too many who would approach her. Especially having observed the way that others behaved around her. That wasn't even to mention that he, a complete stranger, had just brought her out here. For all she knew? He could be a murderer.

He could be crazy. He could be manipulative and cruel, although she was trusting him that he was none of the above. Things that Palmettoleaf was practically thrilled about. Was she really trusting him? A purr of excitement rumbled in the tom's throat, his leaf-green eyes continuing to sparkle and shine with the promise that Marblestrike was going to be his latest friend. She seemed like the type of cat who just needed more friends. And he would be honored to add his name to her list. And to add her name to his own.

"Do you have any nicknames?" Was the question he came up with next. If she didn't, he would quickly come up with one for her. And, since she seemed like she didn't really have any friends, perhaps she wouldn't really have any nicknames either? His leaf-green eyes stared out at her and a purr rumbled in his throat as he awaited her much-anticipated answer. Palmettoleaf was already imagining Marblestrike's nicknames, coming up with them in his own mind and thinking about what the ones others had given her might be.

"You implied it," Marblestrike quickly answered his question, shaking her head slightly at Palmettoleaf's obvious playfulness. She didn't respond to his next statement, but watched his reaction instead to her previous harsh words. She was slightly surprised that he didn't seem too hurt or upset- sure, his eyes widened a bit, but it could have been from surprise at being called out. She paused in her walk when the tom called her out in return, it being her turn now to widen her eyes. He had caught her red-pawed; she definitely could have just ignored the other cat back in the clearing, but she was really never one to shy away from confrontations. She'd rather tell a cat to get lost than ignore them, though if it came to it she could act like another didn't even exist. The mottled warrior had nothing to say in response, and his victorious look only made her more frustrated at her lack of come backs so instead she picked up her pace a bit, tail lashing a bit more violently as she did so.

She stayed quiet for several heartbeats after, to a point that she wondered if Palmettoleaf would realize she was stuck on the same topic if she did answer his previous statement. Marblestrike decided to answer anyways, but she'd leave it short and simple- no more explaining, only possibly if he actually asked for more clarification. "I like it out here better," she meowed in a slight huff of irritation. It was true; something about staying in the clearing made her pelt itch to be out here instead. There was just so much more interesting things to witness out in the territory that she could miss if she stuck herself in the camp all day long. For instance, there was a time that she came across a whole herd of deer. While the thought of being trampled was terrifying, it was absolutely amazing to witness them grazing. Sure, the territory came with more dangers such as foxes and other predators, but the molly had already made it clear that to her the dangers were worth it. Nothing scary would get in her way of adventure.

Marble tilted her head slightly at the warrior's question, turning to look over her shoulder at him. "Well, before I was Marblestrike I was Marble, so that'd do- nothing else, you hear?" That was the only other name she would accept; there was no way she wanted this tom to be giving her an embarrassing or silly name such as Marby or something ridiculous of the sorts. Her blue eyes narrowed on Palmettoleaf at the thought- would he be the sort to give her a different nickname even though she just said not to? She'd be finding out shortly, and if he was then he was about to frustrate her farther. Not that her grumpy moods seemed to intimidate the tom at all, however, which only served to make her even more irritated. Did he want to rub her fur the wrong way? It was sure starting to look that way. Her head swiveled back around as she continued their walk, without a real sort of destination. She wondered briefly if the tom swam, but decided he must not. That was when she decided to take him to one of the streams she typically visited when out in Skyclan grounds by herself; if she was enjoying the water and he wasn't, then he might give up and leave. That or she'd be able to go under- and then she really wouldn't hear his booming voice. Unable to stop herself, she chuckled upon imagining his stunned expression just as she swerved to change directions. He certainly wouldn't be expecting this.

[AbsurdJinx]

(Sorry about how short this one is, I'm about to enter the mountains where I will lose cell reception.)

The words of her mother surprised Ebonyfrost.
They surprised her not only because she had not expected her mother to have any secrets, let alone a secret that she had never told a soul, but also because she was so willing to give it up just for a secret that she didn't even know was serious.
This confused her, and also frightened her.
How could you so readily give up such a thing? Evincrysot knew that she herself could not do such a thing. Not with this secret. It meant too much to her.
She hesitated, half angry and half worried. She didn't know how to react, and in all honesty, she was tired.
"No Mousejump." She mewed finally, voice weary and pale eyes still hardened. She felt calmer, somewhat.
"I can't tell you. Not this secret."
[ dont worry about it! haha good luck xP ]

Mousejump felt betrayed. She was willing to give up anything just to learn about the secret that Ebonyfrost seemed to care so much about to deny her own mother. She curled her lip back in a silent snarl, swiveling her head around ti avoid her kit's gaze. Now, the hurt was settling in, but Mousejump tried to bury her pain with a shovel of anger. Folding her ears back, betrayal dancing in her amber eyes, Mousejump hissed at Ebonyfrost. ``And here I thought my own kits could rely on me for anything!`` Tears formed at the edge of her vision, blurring her sight. They were mainly angry tears. ``I thought my kits trusted me! Oh, how wrong I was!`` Shoulder fur bristling, Mousejump growled at herself, stalking a few steps away from her daughter. How had she been so stupid to believe her once-young kits, now full-grown, would continue to look to her for advice and protection? She struggled to accept the fact that her offspring were growing up, and were no longer kits suckling at her belly.

[Splash]

"I'm in it, huh?" A smile spread across the tom's features. Oh, this was the start of something new. Something magical. Blazingcomet was sure that they would be able to get together now. Before you chicken out. Do it now. No one could accuse the orange tom of being a coward, at any point in time... Blazingcomet was a brave cat, but this was a big step to take! This was a make-or-break moment, and he wanted to make sure that it was done right. Taking a deep breath, Blazingcomet looked at Drizzleshard. "Drizzybooshard..." It was something he had been calling her ever since the nickname had first come into use, and it was always meant affectionately...

"I've only known you for... three or four moons, I believe. I can't remember the exact date that we met, but we haven't known each other for very long. And yet I can never get tired of you." It was time. Now was the perfect time, he could feel it... it was in his mind to ask her now. And his golden eyes seemed to sparkle in a way they hadn't before.

"Drizzleshard, I would love it if you would do me the honor of becoming my mate.

The best he could do. It wasn't the most romantic thing he had said before, considering he always had been a great flirt, and still was... but it was genuine. A lot more genuine then anything he ever said to admirers. Holding his breath, Blazingcomet awaited a response. A response that woud make or break their relationship, as he had thought before. This was the moment that he had waited for forever, and looking at his love, he knew that he had done the right thing. This had been the perfect moment. Someone else might have been able to charm Drizzleshard away from him, but as long as she agreed... they were bound together. Stuck together. Like it or not, Blazingcomet had chosen his mate.

"Yeah," Drizzleshard replied meekly, blushing. At that moment, a terrible thought crossed her mind. It had done so already today once, but it was terrifying nonetheless. "Why? Am I not in yours?" the molly asked, trying to sound teasing but meaning it as an actual question. What if Blazingcomet had brought her here to end their relationship? He wouldn't be so cruel as to bring her here, of all places, to do so, right? Maybe he would. The deep breath the orange tom took before saying her nickname didn't help her suspicions. He was just preparing himself for Drizzleshard to panic. Now she was taking deep breaths.

As Blazingcomet continued talking, Drizzleshard's mounting hysteria disolved into relief. He can never get tired of me, she repeated internally. Where exactly was he going with this? The whole scene was romantic, yes, it was a thoughtful gesture, yes, but it seemed different than the pair's other dates. Not that Drizzleshard was complaining. As long as she was with Blazingcomet, she didn't care. Not at all.

When Blazingcomet finished speaking, Drizzleshard's jaw dropped. Oh. My. StarClan. Blazingcomet was asking to be her mate? That meant a lot for a flirt- if Blazingcomet was willing to take that big of a step, he truly loved the silver molly. Drizzyboo and Blazeyboo, together forever.

"Of course I will!" Drizzleshard responded gleefully, getting to her paws. Her tail flicked crazily but she made no move to stop it. Grinning, the silver dappled she-cat leaped at Blazingcomet, bowling him over enthusiastically.

For the rest of my life.
:engagementring:

[lone]

"You implied it," Marblestrike quickly answered his question, shaking her head slightly at Palmettoleaf's obvious playfulness. She didn't respond to his next statement, but watched his reaction instead to her previous harsh words. She was slightly surprised that he didn't seem too hurt or upset- sure, his eyes widened a bit, but it could have been from surprise at being called out. She paused in her walk when the tom called her out in return, it being her turn now to widen her eyes. He had caught her red-pawed; she definitely could have just ignored the other cat back in the clearing, but she was really never one to shy away from confrontations. She'd rather tell a cat to get lost than ignore them, though if it came to it she could act like another didn't even exist. The mottled warrior had nothing to say in response, and his victorious look only made her more frustrated at her lack of come backs so instead she picked up her pace a bit, tail lashing a bit more violently as she did so.

She stayed quiet for several heartbeats after, to a point that she wondered if Palmettoleaf would realize she was stuck on the same topic if she did answer his previous statement. Marblestrike decided to answer anyways, but she'd leave it short and simple- no more explaining, only possibly if he actually asked for more clarification. "I like it out here better," she meowed in a slight huff of irritation. It was true; something about staying in the clearing made her pelt itch to be out here instead. There was just so much more interesting things to witness out in the territory that she could miss if she stuck herself in the camp all day long. For instance, there was a time that she came across a whole herd of deer. While the thought of being trampled was terrifying, it was absolutely amazing to witness them grazing. Sure, the territory came with more dangers such as foxes and other predators, but the molly had already made it clear that to her the dangers were worth it. Nothing scary would get in her way of adventure.

Marble tilted her head slightly at the warrior's question, turning to look over her shoulder at him. "Well, before I was Marblestrike I was Marble, so that'd do- nothing else, you hear?" That was the only other name she would accept; there was no way she wanted this tom to be giving her an embarrassing or silly name such as Marby or something ridiculous of the sorts. Her blue eyes narrowed on Palmettoleaf at the thought- would he be the sort to give her a different nickname even though she just said not to? She'd be finding out shortly, and if he was then he was about to frustrate her farther. Not that her grumpy moods seemed to intimidate the tom at all, however, which only served to make her even more irritated. Did he want to rub her fur the wrong way? It was sure starting to look that way. Her head swiveled back around as she continued their walk, without a real sort of destination. She wondered briefly if the tom swam, but decided he must not. That was when she decided to take him to one of the streams she typically visited when out in Skyclan grounds by herself; if she was enjoying the water and he wasn't, then he might give up and leave. That or she'd be able to go under- and then she really wouldn't hear his booming voice. Unable to stop herself, she chuckled upon imagining his stunned expression just as she swerved to change directions. He certainly wouldn't be expecting this.

"Alright," Was Palmettoleaf's good-natured, calm remark to her more irritated response. He wasn't going to push any further. He'd gotten the information that he wanted, at least most of it, and his leaf-green eyes sparkled with amusement at hearing her huff of annoyance. He was, quite obviously, annoying her more then he wished to. And he didn't want to bring her wrath down upon him, so the tom would leave it be for now. It would keep her from blowing up in his face and storming out. Something that he definitely didn't want to happen. Marblestrike was an interesting cat, the type of cat that you would hear warnings to stay away from as a kit and young apprentice. Those types of cats existed all over the place, and Palmettoleaf thankfully had never listened to the warnings. He was a friend to those types of cats, or at least he tried to be. Though in the past his sucess hadn't happened quite the way he had imagined it.

"Marble. Got it." If that was the nickname she wished to have, that was the one she would have. It was something like making a spoiled child... give her what she wants. Everything but being alone. Though Palmettoleaf could tell she wasn't necessarily the type to be someone who was used to being spoiled. Especially from what she had told him before. When she changed direction, the fur on the back of his neck bristled slightly in annoyance. Was she just trying to get away from him? And if she was, what could he do about it. A bothered twitch of his tail came as he followed after her, that annoyance showing plainly in his leaf green eyes. "Mind telling me where we're going, Marble?" He asked. Well, she had given him a nickname to use. There was no reason why he shouldn't call her by it. Especially because he seemed to like the nickname very much. It seemed to fit her, though not quite as well as Marblestrike... that name was the perfect one. It seemed to show her nature, or at least it showed the nature that she showed to everyone else. He knew she had to be a good cat. He just knew it.

And besides, not everyone who was snappish was an evil cat. Why would they be? Here in SkyClan, to him at least, everyone had everything they could want. Palmettoleaf's thoughts turned to the other cats who were in the Clan. Would they have approached him if he were a cat like Marblestrike? Chances were, there were a few "good Samaritans" who would have done so. But he probably would have pushed them away. Palmettoleaf wondered if he had met a cat that reminded him of himself - would he have stuck around? Now, the tom surprisingly had a hard time with other cats who were similar to him. They made him feel as though he were less then he were.

Other cheerful cats he could get along with, no problem, but a cat who shared four or more of his traits... oh boy, that could bring Palmettoleaf's energy level down very quickly. Especially if they were hyper as well, Palmettoleaf liked a friendly spar as much as the next cat, but... it could get quite annoying after a while. With a cat who was cheerful and optimistic all the time, it was hard for Palmettoleaf to feel like he could be himself. He always felt less then them, somehow.




Blazingcomet was able to breathe now. His heart rate could slow down. She said yes. She said YES!!! He wanted to yowl the words aloud, but he was confident that would make him look like a first-class creep. Instead a purr rumbled in his throat, and his own tail was twitching back and forth at super-fast speeds, that purr rumbling faster and louder and sounding almost like a monster's growl - though he had been young when he heard the sound, he remembered what it sounded like. The purr dwindled away, however, when she tackled him. "Hey!" He protested as he was bowled over, although he couldn't wipe the smile off his features. "Is that any way to treat your mate?" Blazingcomet asked, a scowl of mock anger showing on his maw, but he couldn't keep it there. He couldn't stop the purr from coming. His mate. His mate. Drizzleshard was his mate, and there was nothing that he could do to stop purring, stop smiling, stop feeling so excited and thrilled at the same time.

His life felt brighter, his future felt bigger, and he knew that it would always be he and Drizzleshard. Their kits would grow up, and they would grow old together... and this would forever be their spot. He wouldn't ever bring another flirt target here. And his flirting would always be meaningless... if she needed him to, he would stop it. That was a true sign of how much he loved her, he was willing to put it all away. Was that already implied with them being mates? If so, Blazingcomet was content to stop all for his mate. All for the cat who was now bonded to him forever. His golden eyes flashed as he looked at her. "I love you, Drizzyboo." Love was a strong word, a word that was not to be thrown around carelessly, but if Blazingcomet had asked her to be his mate? He must love her. That was the only reason he would have asked, right? Surely there wasn't something going on that he wouldn't know about.

And she loved him, he knew it. She had said yes. She said yes. She loved him, he loved her - what could possibly go wrong? Blazingcomet wasn't an innocent cat, but in his mind, what was done was done. He could never leave her. He could never get tired of her. Every day was going to be new, and exciting, and there was no reason why he should stop taking her on "dates" - it would just be a constant reminder of how much he loved her. Splash

[Mango]

Jingle
Cucumberpickle wandered around, he wanted to clear his head from thoughts of Silverslash his love who he was too scared to talk to and only managed to make a kit-squeak and say hello too. He sighed maybe a short nap will help he layed down against a prickle bush and drifted off to sleep.
(sorry it's short, I'm bad at making long introductions especially on mobile I dunno why my posts r short on mobile)

[Jingle]

Jingle
Cucumberpickle wandered around, he wanted to clear his head from thoughts of Silverslash his love who he was too scared to talk to and only managed to make a kit-squeak and say hello too. He sighed maybe a short nap will help he layed down against a prickle bush and drifted off to sleep.
(sorry it's short, I'm bad at making long introductions especially on mobile I dunno why my posts r short on mobile)


Jigglefoot padded into the territory- set to find a nice meal for him and his kits to share. Sighed faintly and blinked as he found Cucumberpickle- probably the most idiotic cat in SkyClan- lying in a prickle bush. He rolled his eyes and sat down, "Cucumberpickle!" he called, trying to startle the cat. Normally he wasn't as rude but honestly today was a pretty crappy day for the short munchkin.

[Mango]

Jigglefoot padded into the territory- set to find a nice meal for him and his kits to share. Sighed faintly and blinked as he found Cucumberpickle- probably the most idiotic cat in SkyClan- lying in a prickle bush. He rolled his eyes and sat down, "Cucumberpickle!" he called, trying to startle the cat. Normally he wasn't as rude but honestly today was a pretty crappy day for the short munchkin.
Cucumberpickle slowly opened his eyes seeing his former mentor shouting at him. He tried to stand and winced at the prickles stuck in his pelt he sighed and stood up with his pelt rumpled and clearly ungroomed he didn't bother cleaning his pelt or removing the prickles in his pelt. Jigglefoot is probably disappointed in me, I never shaped up like some of the cats who are awful like I was... his eyes were wide as he glanced down at his mentor," Uhh...Yes Jinglefoot? Do you need something! Is there a battle in camp! Are we being attacked! Is there a badger in the nursery! A fox in the Apprentice Den! Did Grousestar die and Auraflame appoint me deputy! Shoot- Auraflame will be so disappointed that I missed my deputy ceremony! Wait-." He breathe calmed as he finally caught his breathe," Why are you talking to me. I thought you hated me, despite the fact that I was your apprentice?" He asked his heart still pounding from being lurched awake.

[Jingle]

Cucumberpickle slowly opened his eyes seeing his former mentor shouting at him. He tried to stand and winced at the prickles stuck in his pelt he sighed and stood up with his pelt rumpled and clearly ungroomed he didn't bother cleaning his pelt or removing the prickles in his pelt. Jigglefoot is probably disappointed in me, I never shaped up like some of the cats who are awful like I was... his eyes were wide as he glanced down at his mentor," Uhh...Yes Jinglefoot? Do you need something! Is there a battle in camp! Are we being attacked! Is there a badger in the nursery! A fox in the Apprentice Den! Did Grousestar die and Auraflame appoint me deputy! Shoot- Auraflame will be so disappointed that I missed my deputy ceremony! Wait-." He breathe calmed as he finally caught his breathe," Why are you talking to me. I thought you hated me, despite the fact that I was your apprentice?" He asked his heart still pounding from being lurched awake.

"Nein, I don't need anything. And I don't hate you." Jigglefoot replied, sitting. "I vas (was) just about to go hunting when I stumbled upon jou (you) sleeping in a thorn bush." The munchkin eyed the other cat, raising an eyebrow towards the other tom.

[Mango]

"Nein, I don't need anything. And I don't hate you." Jigglefoot replied, sitting. "I vas (was) just about to go hunting when I stumbled upon jou (you) sleeping in a thorn bush." The munchkin eyed the other cat, raising an eyebrow towards the other tom.
Cucumberpickle nodded slightly disappointed oh. That doesn't mean I am going to be deputy. he pulled a thorn out of his paw pad," umm..
Yeah. I was just trying to get away from camp to clear my head and I guess I fell asleep. And it's impossible that anyone who dealt with me an apprentice wouldn't hate me." He meowed still doubting his former mentors words.

[Doodle]

"Alright," Was Palmettoleaf's good-natured, calm remark to her more irritated response. He wasn't going to push any further. He'd gotten the information that he wanted, at least most of it, and his leaf-green eyes sparkled with amusement at hearing her huff of annoyance. He was, quite obviously, annoying her more then he wished to. And he didn't want to bring her wrath down upon him, so the tom would leave it be for now. It would keep her from blowing up in his face and storming out. Something that he definitely didn't want to happen. Marblestrike was an interesting cat, the type of cat that you would hear warnings to stay away from as a kit and young apprentice. Those types of cats existed all over the place, and Palmettoleaf thankfully had never listened to the warnings. He was a friend to those types of cats, or at least he tried to be. Though in the past his sucess hadn't happened quite the way he had imagined it.

"Marble. Got it." If that was the nickname she wished to have, that was the one she would have. It was something like making a spoiled child... give her what she wants. Everything but being alone. Though Palmettoleaf could tell she wasn't necessarily the type to be someone who was used to being spoiled. Especially from what she had told him before. When she changed direction, the fur on the back of his neck bristled slightly in annoyance. Was she just trying to get away from him? And if she was, what could he do about it. A bothered twitch of his tail came as he followed after her, that annoyance showing plainly in his leaf green eyes. "Mind telling me where we're going, Marble?" He asked. Well, she had given him a nickname to use. There was no reason why he shouldn't call her by it. Especially because he seemed to like the nickname very much. It seemed to fit her, though not quite as well as Marblestrike... that name was the perfect one. It seemed to show her nature, or at least it showed the nature that she showed to everyone else. He knew she had to be a good cat. He just knew it.

And besides, not everyone who was snappish was an evil cat. Why would they be? Here in SkyClan, to him at least, everyone had everything they could want. Palmettoleaf's thoughts turned to the other cats who were in the Clan. Would they have approached him if he were a cat like Marblestrike? Chances were, there were a few "good Samaritans" who would have done so. But he probably would have pushed them away. Palmettoleaf wondered if he had met a cat that reminded him of himself - would he have stuck around? Now, the tom surprisingly had a hard time with other cats who were similar to him. They made him feel as though he were less then he were.

Other cheerful cats he could get along with, no problem, but a cat who shared four or more of his traits... oh boy, that could bring Palmettoleaf's energy level down very quickly. Especially if they were hyper as well, Palmettoleaf liked a friendly spar as much as the next cat, but... it could get quite annoying after a while. With a cat who was cheerful and optimistic all the time, it was hard for Palmettoleaf to feel like he could be himself. He always felt less then them, somehow.

(Sorry about the wait!)

Marblestrike's ears flitted backwards for a second upon hearing Palmettoleaf voice her nickname... as well as her previous name. Perhaps she should have just told him to stick to Marblestrike; Marble made her think of her old home. Those memories certainly weren't poor ones- they were really good ones, which was the problem. Even if she had decided to leave on her own, and even if she knew that she would probably never go back, she did still miss her family and previous territory. She would often find herself wondering about her mother as well as her littermates, as well as questioning the possibility of having more siblings that she had yet to meet. If she thought too long about it, she found herself longing to be back home and to re-establish those bonds she had with her family. She wanted to catch up with everyone and be back with them. But at the same time, this battled with her want to explore. Not to mention she was part of the clan right now; she couldn't just up and leave. Sure she wasn't particularly loyal to Skyclan, but if she did decide to leave then she would surely let Grousestar or Auroraflame know. The molly couldn't just disappear on the clan. Even though she wasn't close with anyone here really, besides a select few, the feline was sure that some cats would worry or even look for her and she didn't want them wasting their time. But as soon as the emotion was shown, her ears snapped back up so as to hide her thoughts, and she didn't say anything else on the matter to the tom behind her. Instead, she focused on his question.

"You'll see," she answered over her shoulder, glancing at Palmettoleaf and picking up the annoyance on his face. Marble's whiskers twitched in amusement as she turned back around to watch where she was going, picking up the pace a bit more so they would reach their destination faster. Their walk beforehand had already placed them closer to the stream, so it wouldn't be much longer before they arrived. It was a bit away from the camp, but that was what the splotched cat liked about the spot. It was a far enough distance that not many of her clanmates came over here, so she could stay there for half the day or even longer without having anyone intrude. Plus, it was far enough inside the territory that she didn't have any run-ins with rogues or the Syndicate cats.

Marblestrike spared another glance back at the cat accompanying him. "Do you not like knowing everything, Palmettoleaf? Does it bother you not having control of this situation?" Her tone was slightly teasing, but she was definitely pushing him. The molly was a very testy cat, and didn't really mind crossing boundaries that would wind up making others angry or frustrated with her. It didn't matter much to her, not when she didn't really want to be with them in the first place. A few heartbeats later, they had reached the spot she had been looking for and she paused in her pace to throw another comment behind her to the tom. "Well, it doesn't matter because you know now. Here we are." After, she didn't waste any time in bee-lining for a large rock along the side of the flowing water, perching herself at the top that hung over the stream. She settled down into a crouch, a slight purr of happiness even rumbling in her throat. This was her happy place, where she went to get away from any troubles or annoyances. It was kind of ironic for her to bring Palmettoleaf here, as he was currently one of those 'annoyances' since he wouldn't let her be. But with the calming bubble of water and buzz of bugs around her, combined with the warm soak of sun on her fur as she laid, the molly couldn't find any irritation. Not that it was ever that far off, but for the time being she was simply happy and content.

[lone]

(Sorry about the wait!)

Marblestrike's ears flitted backwards for a second upon hearing Palmettoleaf voice her nickname... as well as her previous name. Perhaps she should have just told him to stick to Marblestrike; Marble made her think of her old home. Those memories certainly weren't poor ones- they were really good ones, which was the problem. Even if she had decided to leave on her own, and even if she knew that she would probably never go back, she did still miss her family and previous territory. She would often find herself wondering about her mother as well as her littermates, as well as questioning the possibility of having more siblings that she had yet to meet. If she thought too long about it, she found herself longing to be back home and to re-establish those bonds she had with her family. She wanted to catch up with everyone and be back with them. But at the same time, this battled with her want to explore. Not to mention she was part of the clan right now; she couldn't just up and leave. Sure she wasn't particularly loyal to Skyclan, but if she did decide to leave then she would surely let Grousestar or Auroraflame know. The molly couldn't just disappear on the clan. Even though she wasn't close with anyone here really, besides a select few, the feline was sure that some cats would worry or even look for her and she didn't want them wasting their time. But as soon as the emotion was shown, her ears snapped back up so as to hide her thoughts, and she didn't say anything else on the matter to the tom behind her. Instead, she focused on his question.

"You'll see," she answered over her shoulder, glancing at Palmettoleaf and picking up the annoyance on his face. Marble's whiskers twitched in amusement as she turned back around to watch where she was going, picking up the pace a bit more so they would reach their destination faster. Their walk beforehand had already placed them closer to the stream, so it wouldn't be much longer before they arrived. It was a bit away from the camp, but that was what the splotched cat liked about the spot. It was a far enough distance that not many of her clanmates came over here, so she could stay there for half the day or even longer without having anyone intrude. Plus, it was far enough inside the territory that she didn't have any run-ins with rogues or the Syndicate cats.

Marblestrike spared another glance back at the cat accompanying him. "Do you not like knowing everything, Palmettoleaf? Does it bother you not having control of this situation?" Her tone was slightly teasing, but she was definitely pushing him. The molly was a very testy cat, and didn't really mind crossing boundaries that would wind up making others angry or frustrated with her. It didn't matter much to her, not when she didn't really want to be with them in the first place. A few heartbeats later, they had reached the spot she had been looking for and she paused in her pace to throw another comment behind her to the tom. "Well, it doesn't matter because you know now. Here we are." After, she didn't waste any time in bee-lining for a large rock along the side of the flowing water, perching herself at the top that hung over the stream. She settled down into a crouch, a slight purr of happiness even rumbling in her throat. This was her happy place, where she went to get away from any troubles or annoyances. It was kind of ironic for her to bring Palmettoleaf here, as he was currently one of those 'annoyances' since he wouldn't let her be. But with the calming bubble of water and buzz of bugs around her, combined with the warm soak of sun on her fur as she laid, the molly couldn't find any irritation. Not that it was ever that far off, but for the time being she was simply happy and content.

The tom shook his head, chuckling lowly to himself. "Define 'control,'" He mewed with his always light tone. It wasn't easy to make Palmettoleaf mad. But, he did have to admit, he didn't like not being in control. He didn't like the feeling of not having Marblestrike following him, or at least walking beside him, and it made him speed up just a bit to walk beside her. When they arrived in the area, Palmettoleaf's green eyes took everything in. The water... the rock... the trees around, everything. SkyClan was the most beautiful of all the Clans. How could anyone not want to live here? No wonder there were former loners in their Clan, they just couldn't stay away. A pleased sigh escaped the feline, and he padded up to sit beside her. "So this is where you were bringing me, hm?" His leaf green eyes took in the scenery for another moment before he settled down in an almost bread-loaf like stance, his expression never changing.

Truth was, the warrior was very pleased with his success with this cat. Yes, it would appear that Marblestrike was beginning to change her mind about him being annoying. Why else would she bring him to such a serene place as this? It almost made him want to stop questioning her and, for a while, he was silent. Thinking. What had happened to the feline beside him to make her so irritated? What could have possibly caused her to act like... this? Palmettoleaf knew there had to be a reason, there was always a reason. Outside influence? Or had she experienced some traumatic event, had someone she loved been hurt or something? He was tempted to ask, but he knew that since she had been so kind in bringing him here, that probably wouldn't be a proper 'thank you.'

More then anything else, it seemed to hint that he was just hanging around her to annoy her. And that simply wasn't true! The multicolored tom lazily stretched out, one of his paws hanging off of the edge of the rock in a way that screamed laziness. Every part of him appeared to be lazy at that moment, and while that might not be true most of the time... it was now. Something about this area made Palmettoleaf not want to work anymore. It made him just want to curl up and stay still, quiet, calm forever. It made him feel as though nothing could possibly go wrong here. "I can see why you like it. You know, there are so many pretty areas in the territory - you really have to look for them, though. How did you find this place?" The tom was truly curious. Besides! It opened up more conversation topics, something that he felt the two of them badly needed.

It wasn't easy, making a new friend and sometimes even if you did your best with them... things just didn't work out. It had happened to the tom time and time again, and he wondered if it had happened to Marblestrike. It would explain her being... afraid. Was she afraid? Was that why she was so grumpy, she just didn't want to let other cats in again? That was what happened most of the time, fear tended to take over the mind and make it a scary place instead of a safe one. Palmettoleaf couldn't imagine that happening to him. He loved making friends. He loved living in SkyClan, and trying to make other cats feel safe and secure and comfortable. He loved just sitting, watching the sunset or sunrise, and even in the middle of the day the sky tended to be such a beautiful shade of blue.

Palmettoleaf yawned, his ivory fangs and light pink tongue revealed for a moment before he closed his maw again. It was the perfect time of day for a nap. But, he also wanted to listen to what Marblestrike might have to say. Perhaps he would be able to make her a friend now?

[Doodle]

The tom shook his head, chuckling lowly to himself. "Define 'control,'" He mewed with his always light tone. It wasn't easy to make Palmettoleaf mad. But, he did have to admit, he didn't like not being in control. He didn't like the feeling of not having Marblestrike following him, or at least walking beside him, and it made him speed up just a bit to walk beside her. When they arrived in the area, Palmettoleaf's green eyes took everything in. The water... the rock... the trees around, everything. SkyClan was the most beautiful of all the Clans. How could anyone not want to live here? No wonder there were former loners in their Clan, they just couldn't stay away. A pleased sigh escaped the feline, and he padded up to sit beside her. "So this is where you were bringing me, hm?" His leaf green eyes took in the scenery for another moment before he settled down in an almost bread-loaf like stance, his expression never changing.

Truth was, the warrior was very pleased with his success with this cat. Yes, it would appear that Marblestrike was beginning to change her mind about him being annoying. Why else would she bring him to such a serene place as this? It almost made him want to stop questioning her and, for a while, he was silent. Thinking. What had happened to the feline beside him to make her so irritated? What could have possibly caused her to act like... this? Palmettoleaf knew there had to be a reason, there was always a reason. Outside influence? Or had she experienced some traumatic event, had someone she loved been hurt or something? He was tempted to ask, but he knew that since she had been so kind in bringing him here, that probably wouldn't be a proper 'thank you.'

More then anything else, it seemed to hint that he was just hanging around her to annoy her. And that simply wasn't true! The multicolored tom lazily stretched out, one of his paws hanging off of the edge of the rock in a way that screamed laziness. Every part of him appeared to be lazy at that moment, and while that might not be true most of the time... it was now. Something about this area made Palmettoleaf not want to work anymore. It made him just want to curl up and stay still, quiet, calm forever. It made him feel as though nothing could possibly go wrong here. "I can see why you like it. You know, there are so many pretty areas in the territory - you really have to look for them, though. How did you find this place?" The tom was truly curious. Besides! It opened up more conversation topics, something that he felt the two of them badly needed.

It wasn't easy, making a new friend and sometimes even if you did your best with them... things just didn't work out. It had happened to the tom time and time again, and he wondered if it had happened to Marblestrike. It would explain her being... afraid. Was she afraid? Was that why she was so grumpy, she just didn't want to let other cats in again? That was what happened most of the time, fear tended to take over the mind and make it a scary place instead of a safe one. Palmettoleaf couldn't imagine that happening to him. He loved making friends. He loved living in SkyClan, and trying to make other cats feel safe and secure and comfortable. He loved just sitting, watching the sunset or sunrise, and even in the middle of the day the sky tended to be such a beautiful shade of blue.

Palmettoleaf yawned, his ivory fangs and light pink tongue revealed for a moment before he closed his maw again. It was the perfect time of day for a nap. But, he also wanted to listen to what Marblestrike might have to say. Perhaps he would be able to make her a friend now?

Marblestrike rolled her eyes at the tom, not responding to his question. She did notice, however, that he picked up the pace in order to walk by her side- either in an attempt to be flirty and closer to her, or more likely because he really didn't like not having control of the situation. She turned her gaze onto Palmettoleaf as he came up next to her on her rock. "No," she answered, putting as much sarcasm into her reply as possible. The molly studied the other cat's expression; he definitely seemed to appreciate her spot. She just hoped that didn't mean he would be coming here often. This was her spot to relax in if she ever just needed to be away from the clan. It was a big part of what kept her sane while she lived with so many others. If he were to start showing up every time she came to spend time here... she'd definitely lose her temper more so than she did now.

She turned back around to gaze upstream, paying less attention to the cat beside her. The slight purr in her throat had gone away; she never purred much anyways. The small one she did give would have spoken volumes to anyone who really knew or understood her. Marble listened to Palmettoleaf's talking, giving a small sigh at his question at the end. She should have known he would ask; hopefully the short answer she would give would suffice and he wouldn't ask any more into the details. The molly closed her eyes briefly, lost in old memories, before the popped back open to survey her surroundings once more. Her gaze stayed locked on the water and opposite shore as she finally replied. "This was the first spot that I found any clan cats at. They took me to camp after finding me here."

Her eyes closed once again, but in order to play it off as nothing she rested her chin down on her paws, which were slightly hanging over the edge of the rock. She made it seem as if she was simply resting and relaxing, rather than getting lost in the past. It was hard not to think about everything when she came here, but it still brought her a lot of comfort- even if it came with a bit of guilt.

[Brilliance]

It hurt more that Azulpaw hadn't said anything at all. She had been ready for him to yell at her, but... all she had recieved was silence. And it hurt a lot. Not like anything could be done about it though, and Asterpaw decided to move on with life. Push her feelings aside. And it could be done, it just took some effort... monumental on Asterpaw's part, but she did her best. And she did manage! She had pushed them aside! They were just still there. Strong. Hard. The feline couldn't swallow the awful lump she felt in her throat, the feeling that her life was going to be over, all those horrible things... she couldn't swallow them down. An imaginary scenerio played out in her head, where he had been the one she came to. And she had told him. He had helped her, and... things went differently from there. She told him she really, really liked him... and he told her the same. And from there they fell in love, and ended up as mates - and there was no Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw. They were gone. Out of the picture. But that was imaginary, and this was reality. The reality of the situation was that things were going so much worse then she could have ever thought. And it stung her as though she were being killed over and over again, it stung her more then anything else, yet she had to deal with it. Part of Asterpaw wondered if she had ever made him feel this way.

She knew she'd hurt him before. But had it been this bad? Had she really caused him so much emotional pain?... was she causing it even now? But those questions were pushed aside at his smile and question. Oh I'm sure she is. Has she given you any death threats recently? Was what she would have preferred to ask, but the blue feline knew better then to say something like that. It would be stupid. Very extremely stupid to say something like that, and besides! This should be happy from now on. It had been a while since they had been together, so good conversations. Good topics. Maybe she should tell him how things really were. How overbearing Bluepaw was, how scared she was of him, how much she wanted to get out of it... and hesitation showed in her grey-green eyes before she finally sighed and spoke.

"Yep! We do all sorts of things together. And he does a lot for me, I think he really wants me to be happy! He tries, anyways!" It was all she could do to keep from crying, and she hesitated for a moment before continuing. Still her thanks hadn't come from before, and she felt bad about it, so she might as well add this on. He... doesn't really like to play that much, though. I never really got to thank you for before, for - standing up for me. That was nice." Was that why she had started crushing on him?

Nope, no, he had always done that. Had she just always had a crush on him? There was no way of knowing, but it hadn't been there one day and then it had. Whatever the reason. Whatever the cause, it was there, and Asterpaw wasn't able to stop it. It was so much better to get to talk to Azulpaw now. She almost felt better just being around him. Because StarClan only knew how much she had missed him. It was almost like going through an emotional death, only easier. The she cat sighed and did her best to look happy and alert as she watched the tom. And then her idea to play had come, and she had brought it up, and now he was taking her up on it. "Professional is one word for it," She mewed with a playful roll of her eyes. "Either way I come in first at something. Gotcha there," Her eyes twinkled brightly as she recalled him telling her that he was always the best. She could be number two, but he was the best. If she won, she was the best at that, and if she had to fall from the tree... well, it was easy to be the best at that! Depending on what kind of a tree-falling competition it was, how hurt or how not-hurt you could be. She wasn't really in the mood for getting hurt that evening, especially because Bluepaw would go on the warpath the next day. And he was even scarier when he was like that. It made Asterpaw nervous. She wished he could listen to her instead of having her be like a trophy wife, but... it seemed that that was all she was. A trophy for him. To put up on a pedastal and brag about, and then snap whenever any other cat wanted her. Why? Because he was just like that, and Asterpaw absolutely hated it. Seeing him take off, her eyes flashed and she laughed momentarily before she chased after him.

"I never said 'go,' you little cheater!" It was a joke. And the laughter showed in her voice... this had been what she needed, she needed to laugh. Needed to play. Needed to be able to joke around with him as she had before the days of Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw's terrifying reign. They seemed to have a dark cloud over the she cat's head - and Azulpaw's too. Reigning them in. Telling them no.

Who do they think they are? I should be able to have friends regardless of whether Alli and Blue want me to or not!

That defiant thought passed through her head before she thought of Bluepaw hurting her over that. And the thought passed just as quickly as it had come, leaving her feeling somewhat weaker and more defenseless. But she pushed onwards, towards the tree... she could see it... she was almost there... and she brushed up against it, not even realizing where Azulpaw was. It didn't matter. Whether he had gotten there first or not didn't matter, none of this mattered, because either way she had won something. Asterpaw couldn't read minds, and if Azulpaw had held back and let her win, she would never know. Right now she was proud of herself. Had she been able to read his mind, she probably would have been angry with him for treating her like she was broken. But... he would have been right. She was. Broken and fragile and delicate and she needed to be treated as though she had to be wrapped up in 'caution' stickers. Because Asterpaw had been broken more then she would ever admit, out loud, that was. She would never admit that she was a broken cat out loud. It was hard for her to face facts herself. Others could tell that she was broken, but she wouldn't tell them that. They could figure it out on their own or they didn't need to know at all and besides, Asterpaw wasn't really looking fowards to thinking about the fact that she needed help for her brokenness.

She didn't.

She was fine.

She had always been fine and she would always be fine.

Alabasterpaw didn't matter, it didn't... none of it did... because she was fine. And she didn't need a victory to prove that. She needed no one, or at least she wanted to believe that. But I need him. In her mind's eye, she could see Azulpaw... she knew that she needed him, and she wasn't too stubborn to admit that. She did need him. More then she would let on out loud, but she had told him this before and she would say it again. I need you. How she wished she could just let go and say those words, but she couldn't. She wouldn't let go. It was too hard and she was too scared of the rejection that might come. What if he laughed at her? What if he rejected her? What if he thought she was weak and stupid and helpless?

Nope, no chance. She never stood a chance with a tom like him. Maybe before she had become a murderer, but now? If he ever knew... if he ever found out... no, Asterpaw's life had changed to a dark one of fear and secrets and lies. A dark one of deals and going behind her future significant other's back. A dark life of betrayals. She felt as though she had betrayed everyone in her life in that moment. No one needed her. She was the one who needed other cats. She was the one who needed Azulpaw. He didn't need her, and he never had. And he never would, now. Her fantasy was just that - a fantasy.

He didn't need her.

He didn't want her.

Nobody did.

As Azulpaw caught up to the she cat, a bit out of breath than normal. He had never been this way, and he wondered why that was even happening. He wasn't even going his fastest, yet she still won. She still beat him. And, apart of him felt happiness that she finally beat him at something, but being the competitive tom that he was...he hardly found himself giving up. As he caught up with her, panting. He looked up, his yellow eyes drained, but filled with the slightest bit of humor. “You either got faster, or your sister crushed some of my essential bones.” The humor was dark, but wasn't it true? He may have became a tad weaker upon the impact of Alabasterpaw, and he tried his best to maintain a stable condition. But, all those times he refused a visit to see Ebonyfrost. He healed within time. That's what he liked to believe.

He painted, sitting down on his haunches for a moment to catch his breath. “I...guess...I'm the one...jumping out of a...tree.” Or, maybe that one time he jumped out of a tree on purpose because he was mad at Asterpaw. He completely did it out of despite, but he didn't remember why. Maybe, he was mad at Asterpaw for no reason.

“Just let me catch…my bre...ath.” Slowly, he breathed in and out until he was at a steady rate. His heart was thumping for no reason. And, all of a sudden he felt very sleepy. But he didn't want to turn in for the night yet. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Azulpaw hardly got to play with Asterpaw and he wanted every second to be joyful. Though her expression said otherwise. She looked so...out of place. When he finished catching his breath, feeling that he was on a normal amount of breathing. He turned to look at her, blinking his eyes. “You alright, Asterpaw? Don't tell me you're backing out now?” He raised an ‘eyebrow’ at her, staring at her questioningly.

Then, the grey tom circled around the tree, allowing his tail to graze up on the cold bark. It was quite the big tree, but not the biggest of trees he had climb. Most definitely not the biggest one he had fell out of before. It was a nice height, and probably wouldn't harm them if they did choose to jump out the tree. He dug his claws into the bark. “Heh, look at that,” he said, breathlessly. It sure was a beautiful night. So pure and full of stars, and the brightness of the moon. Its light could be seen through the branches of the trees. “The moon’s light.” He briefly glanced toward Asterpaw. “You coming up?”

It was obvious that the tom had been oblivious to Asterpaw’s change of mind and her heart. His main priority was keep up with their crumbled friendship. He didn't want to talk about Alabasterpaw. Or, Bluepaw. Not even Silverpaw, or the rest of their little gang. He wanted to talk to Asterpaw. Knowing how she was doing, what she had been up to for the last days, and the most important factor; how she had been feeling. The tom scrambled up tough bark, clinging onto each branch as he made his way up. He liked to be at the top. Where he was unseen. Where he was unheard. Besides that, it was beautiful to be up there at this time of day. Where it was easy to see the soft white light, and the shadows of their surroundings dancing in the darkness.

As the grey tom reached the top branch, he wrapped his tail around the sturdy object, breathing in his moon bathed surroundings. With a gentle wind running, he couldn't help but realize how far they had made it. Whenever he was on the top branch of the tree, he loved observing things below him. Especially making fun of his clan mates if he seen them do anything he found idiotic. He just hoped that he could stay up there long enough before Alabasterpaw noticed he was missing. He was starting to “like” her. He made others believe there was a chance that he would “love” her. He even made her believe that he would. But, maybe...he should had. Asterpaw would have Bluepaw, and he would had been alone if he had the guts enough to leave Alabasterpaw. Surely, she would had tortured him possibly more than she was doing already.

Azulpaw blinked his eyes, but he stayed still as he sat on the branch. For once his mind was at a longing peace. Especially since he at a place that brought him to serenity. “The day you come in first, would be the day Bluepaw becomes the leader of Skyclan-- just saying. And, we both know that's impossible.” He purred, but he had came to like the fire that Asterpaw fueled. Especially since they always seem to challenge each other. But, games were getting old. They were growing up, living an untamed life. Azulpaw felt the breeze ruffling his fur. “Admit to second place. At least you'd be the first place loser.” Because, everyone knew that second place was first place loser. He purred as he mentioned it. They both were competitive, that was the easiest thing to note. One might had been more competitive to the other. But this was only because Azulpaw liked to win. At anything. And, everything.

Especially when it came to his friend, Asterpaw. Playing with her was the highlight of his day. Even though it was night. And, everyone was sleep. It was still a good thing that he managed to catch her in this...peculiar moment. Why was she out so late? Maybe, he should had asked her, but his mind had been so occupied with other things. He didn't know what to think or do, but he knew he should had been by Alabasterpaw’s side. It was the right thing to do. Maybe, she would wake up and know that he is gone.

Or...he could sit here and enjoy a little bit of the company that Asterpaw was giving him. Azulpaw suddenly looked down, slightly getting up to calculate if he did fall...how much pain would he be in? Not every cat was brave enough to jump out a tree. Then again, it was quite the stupid thing to do. Jump out of trees? What birdbrain would do such a thing? It was dangerous. Anything could happen. Even Azulpaw knew this. Yet, it was starting to become a favorite activity of his.

But, why?

Maybe, because it was a memory of an inside joke that he would always share with his blue furred friend. The only thing Azulpaw hoped was that him and Asterpaw would be able to manage a deep fond friendship. That no one. Not even Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw could hinder it. Change it. Morph it in any way possible. That it would stay constant, and change for the better. Make it stronger. More dense. More durable. Using a paw, he flicked it below. “You dare me?” He turned to her, purring.

Oh, man! The best part had to be jumping out of the tree. Besides that, he had lost the race...so, didn't he have to jump out of the tree? It was game, probably a joke-- but he was serious. He was ready. “Remember when you used to threaten to push me out of a tree?” He laughed, looking down into the darkness. “Well, today might be your lucky day! Why don't you give me a little force?” He tilted his head, looking towards her as he unclenched his tail from the branch. It flicked in the air as he bent down even more to imagine the great fall. They say, a cat always land on their paws. At first...it wasn't like that with him. But, maybe with practice, it will be. He'll become a professional! At jumping out of trees! Yeah, that probably still sounded stupid and reckless to other cats, but this was a game that he played with Asterpaw. No one around them would had gotten it.

Was it normal for a cat to willingly jump out of trees? Perhaps not. Maybe others would had thought they were insane or something. Suicidal, or some sort. Azulpaw was depressed-- surely. But, it was unknown to him that he was feeling that. Jumping out of a tree gave him an euphoria type of feeling. It made him feel alive. Completely alive. But, as a sudden memory flashed into his mind.

The day of the battle. The day where Skyclan won victory over the Dusk Syndicate. The very day where he tried to escape the wrath of the demented white cat. The day he remembered the way she bashed his head into a tree, almost knocking him unconscious. The day where he thought he was going to meet his creator. With that sudden memory in mind, Azulpaw backed up. Wrapping his tail lightly around the branch again. He let out a small sigh. “Or, we can just stargaze. Sleep here tonight, if you'd like.” He was vulnerable at the moment, and he didn't know why. He just knew that maybe- just maybe- it wouldn't be so bad to sleep out here tonight. Curled up into a tree. No one to think about looking up to see a napping feline. “I mean! It's up to you though. You can go back to...Bluepaw, Asterpaw. But, I just don't feel like sleeping in a crowded den.” He shrugged, but he didn't dare look at his companion. All playfulness was lost from his vibrant yellow hues, which had grown dark and full. Lost in color for a moment. Every pain he remembered Alabasterpaw caused him...was it showing health issues? That couldn't possibly be, but as he remembered the sudden loss of breath, or the thought of every little thing in nature reminded him of being thrown around by his future companion.

[RedHead]

{ The Eye Of The Storm } (sorry this is late ^^)
Lemon had decided to venture farther into Skyclan territory, farther than he'd been. When he had bumped into Auroraflame, she had tried to convince him to come back to Skyclan. But he needed some more time to think before making that decision. And it was a big decision, life-altering for he golden tom. He was now slowly padding through the territory, his lemony colored eyes flicking about. He had missed the trees dearly while he was being held captive in a Twoleg house, and now, he always held great gratitude for them. Lemon sniffed, taking in the scents around him. So many Skyclan dents, which he could all still recognize. He had an amazing memory, and remembered pretty much all of the names of the cats in his clan still. He knew that there were probably a lot of new additions, but at least he knew most of them, right?

[lone]

Marblestrike rolled her eyes at the tom, not responding to his question. She did notice, however, that he picked up the pace in order to walk by her side- either in an attempt to be flirty and closer to her, or more likely because he really didn't like not having control of the situation. She turned her gaze onto Palmettoleaf as he came up next to her on her rock. "No," she answered, putting as much sarcasm into her reply as possible. The molly studied the other cat's expression; he definitely seemed to appreciate her spot. She just hoped that didn't mean he would be coming here often. This was her spot to relax in if she ever just needed to be away from the clan. It was a big part of what kept her sane while she lived with so many others. If he were to start showing up every time she came to spend time here... she'd definitely lose her temper more so than she did now.

She turned back around to gaze upstream, paying less attention to the cat beside her. The slight purr in her throat had gone away; she never purred much anyways. The small one she did give would have spoken volumes to anyone who really knew or understood her. Marble listened to Palmettoleaf's talking, giving a small sigh at his question at the end. She should have known he would ask; hopefully the short answer she would give would suffice and he wouldn't ask any more into the details. The molly closed her eyes briefly, lost in old memories, before the popped back open to survey her surroundings once more. Her gaze stayed locked on the water and opposite shore as she finally replied. "This was the first spot that I found any clan cats at. They took me to camp after finding me here."

Her eyes closed once again, but in order to play it off as nothing she rested her chin down on her paws, which were slightly hanging over the edge of the rock. She made it seem as if she was simply resting and relaxing, rather than getting lost in the past. It was hard not to think about everything when she came here, but it still brought her a lot of comfort- even if it came with a bit of guilt.

Sitting up on the rock, for a moment Palmettoleaf thought they might actually just become friends here and there. She seemed more willing out here. Or, at least... she had. But, at her sarcastic tone, Palmettoleaf became aware that she was still the same cat. She hadn't magically changed. And even if she had, he wasn't going to be the one to try and change her. That wasn't his job, or at least, not how he thought of it. Would it be nice if she were kinder, and friendlier, and had all sorts of perfections? Yes. Who wouldn't want that? Marblestrike, the she cat's own name came into mind, but he pushed it aside. Even she would want to be her idea of perfect. Flaws were just part of life. Everybody had them. Not everybody was really able to embrace them. To him, Marblestrike seemed to be the type of cat who would want to embrace her flaws, and life, to the fullest. "Mm. So, you don't mind if I come here, like... all the time then?" The tom asked, his own voice innocent and struggling to keep the teasing out of it.

"Oh, I see." Palmettoleaf still had a million questions now, and he wanted to ask every single one of them to Marblestrike - but at the same time, he would have preferred to stay silent. Are you still friends with them? Do you like them? You think they like you? Do you wish they hadn't found you and you could have just stayed out here? Would you have liked someone else to find you? But he wasn't going to ask his questions. If anything, the tom was beginning to realize that it was just rude to keep on asking Marblestrike things when she obviously didn't want to answer. His large green eyes seemed to hold all of the unspoken questions behind them when he turned them on her, but Palmettoleaf still wouldn't ask. It wasn't good manners. And, he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable! No, that was the last thing that the tom wanted. His goal here was to make her his friend, and while he wasn't quite sure how that was going... not so good by the looks of things, if honesty was important... one thing he was sure of was that she was beginning to like him. She was beginning to trust him?

She was beginning to want to be his friend? While some cats might accuse Palmettoleaf of having a one track mind, he preferred to think of it more as having a goal in mind. That was a better way of putting it, wasn't it? Having a goal in mind instead of a one track mind? Yes, yes, Palmettoleaf would think of it that way. His green eyes stared at her for a moment, narrowing just the slightest bit as he scanned her body for any sign of visible hostility. Surely she wasn't... angry with him in any way, right? Palmettoleaf wondered if his remark earlier had made her frustrated. But she should have gotten that he was kidding, if there were any cat that would have gotten it he definitely would have thought it would be her! Yes, of course she had, right? The feline was just paranoid. Very highly paranoid.



As Azulpaw caught up to the she cat, a bit out of breath than normal. He had never been this way, and he wondered why that was even happening. He wasn't even going his fastest, yet she still won. She still beat him. And, apart of him felt happiness that she finally beat him at something, but being the competitive tom that he was...he hardly found himself giving up. As he caught up with her, panting. He looked up, his yellow eyes drained, but filled with the slightest bit of humor. “You either got faster, or your sister crushed some of my essential bones.” The humor was dark, but wasn't it true? He may have became a tad weaker upon the impact of Alabasterpaw, and he tried his best to maintain a stable condition. But, all those times he refused a visit to see Ebonyfrost. He healed within time. That's what he liked to believe.

He painted, sitting down on his haunches for a moment to catch his breath. “I...guess...I'm the one...jumping out of a...tree.” Or, maybe that one time he jumped out of a tree on purpose because he was mad at Asterpaw. He completely did it out of despite, but he didn't remember why. Maybe, he was mad at Asterpaw for no reason.

“Just let me catch…my bre...ath.” Slowly, he breathed in and out until he was at a steady rate. His heart was thumping for no reason. And, all of a sudden he felt very sleepy. But he didn't want to turn in for the night yet. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Azulpaw hardly got to play with Asterpaw and he wanted every second to be joyful. Though her expression said otherwise. She looked so...out of place. When he finished catching his breath, feeling that he was on a normal amount of breathing. He turned to look at her, blinking his eyes. “You alright, Asterpaw? Don't tell me you're backing out now?” He raised an ‘eyebrow’ at her, staring at her questioningly.

Then, the grey tom circled around the tree, allowing his tail to graze up on the cold bark. It was quite the big tree, but not the biggest of trees he had climb. Most definitely not the biggest one he had fell out of before. It was a nice height, and probably wouldn't harm them if they did choose to jump out the tree. He dug his claws into the bark. “Heh, look at that,” he said, breathlessly. It sure was a beautiful night. So pure and full of stars, and the brightness of the moon. Its light could be seen through the branches of the trees. “The moon’s light.” He briefly glanced toward Asterpaw. “You coming up?”

It was obvious that the tom had been oblivious to Asterpaw’s change of mind and her heart. His main priority was keep up with their crumbled friendship. He didn't want to talk about Alabasterpaw. Or, Bluepaw. Not even Silverpaw, or the rest of their little gang. He wanted to talk to Asterpaw. Knowing how she was doing, what she had been up to for the last days, and the most important factor; how she had been feeling. The tom scrambled up tough bark, clinging onto each branch as he made his way up. He liked to be at the top. Where he was unseen. Where he was unheard. Besides that, it was beautiful to be up there at this time of day. Where it was easy to see the soft white light, and the shadows of their surroundings dancing in the darkness.

As the grey tom reached the top branch, he wrapped his tail around the sturdy object, breathing in his moon bathed surroundings. With a gentle wind running, he couldn't help but realize how far they had made it. Whenever he was on the top branch of the tree, he loved observing things below him. Especially making fun of his clan mates if he seen them do anything he found idiotic. He just hoped that he could stay up there long enough before Alabasterpaw noticed he was missing. He was starting to “like” her. He made others believe there was a chance that he would “love” her. He even made her believe that he would. But, maybe...he should had. Asterpaw would have Bluepaw, and he would had been alone if he had the guts enough to leave Alabasterpaw. Surely, she would had tortured him possibly more than she was doing already.

Azulpaw blinked his eyes, but he stayed still as he sat on the branch. For once his mind was at a longing peace. Especially since he at a place that brought him to serenity. “The day you come in first, would be the day Bluepaw becomes the leader of Skyclan-- just saying. And, we both know that's impossible.” He purred, but he had came to like the fire that Asterpaw fueled. Especially since they always seem to challenge each other. But, games were getting old. They were growing up, living an untamed life. Azulpaw felt the breeze ruffling his fur. “Admit to second place. At least you'd be the first place loser.” Because, everyone knew that second place was first place loser. He purred as he mentioned it. They both were competitive, that was the easiest thing to note. One might had been more competitive to the other. But this was only because Azulpaw liked to win. At anything. And, everything.

Especially when it came to his friend, Asterpaw. Playing with her was the highlight of his day. Even though it was night. And, everyone was sleep. It was still a good thing that he managed to catch her in this...peculiar moment. Why was she out so late? Maybe, he should had asked her, but his mind had been so occupied with other things. He didn't know what to think or do, but he knew he should had been by Alabasterpaw’s side. It was the right thing to do. Maybe, she would wake up and know that he is gone.

Or...he could sit here and enjoy a little bit of the company that Asterpaw was giving him. Azulpaw suddenly looked down, slightly getting up to calculate if he did fall...how much pain would he be in? Not every cat was brave enough to jump out a tree. Then again, it was quite the stupid thing to do. Jump out of trees? What birdbrain would do such a thing? It was dangerous. Anything could happen. Even Azulpaw knew this. Yet, it was starting to become a favorite activity of his.

But, why?

Maybe, because it was a memory of an inside joke that he would always share with his blue furred friend. The only thing Azulpaw hoped was that him and Asterpaw would be able to manage a deep fond friendship. That no one. Not even Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw could hinder it. Change it. Morph it in any way possible. That it would stay constant, and change for the better. Make it stronger. More dense. More durable. Using a paw, he flicked it below. “You dare me?” He turned to her, purring.

Oh, man! The best part had to be jumping out of the tree. Besides that, he had lost the race...so, didn't he have to jump out of the tree? It was game, probably a joke-- but he was serious. He was ready. “Remember when you used to threaten to push me out of a tree?” He laughed, looking down into the darkness. “Well, today might be your lucky day! Why don't you give me a little force?” He tilted his head, looking towards her as he unclenched his tail from the branch. It flicked in the air as he bent down even more to imagine the great fall. They say, a cat always land on their paws. At first...it wasn't like that with him. But, maybe with practice, it will be. He'll become a professional! At jumping out of trees! Yeah, that probably still sounded stupid and reckless to other cats, but this was a game that he played with Asterpaw. No one around them would had gotten it.

Was it normal for a cat to willingly jump out of trees? Perhaps not. Maybe others would had thought they were insane or something. Suicidal, or some sort. Azulpaw was depressed-- surely. But, it was unknown to him that he was feeling that. Jumping out of a tree gave him an euphoria type of feeling. It made him feel alive. Completely alive. But, as a sudden memory flashed into his mind.

The day of the battle. The day where Skyclan won victory over the Dusk Syndicate. The very day where he tried to escape the wrath of the demented white cat. The day he remembered the way she bashed his head into a tree, almost knocking him unconscious. The day where he thought he was going to meet his creator. With that sudden memory in mind, Azulpaw backed up. Wrapping his tail lightly around the branch again. He let out a small sigh. “Or, we can just stargaze. Sleep here tonight, if you'd like.” He was vulnerable at the moment, and he didn't know why. He just knew that maybe- just maybe- it wouldn't be so bad to sleep out here tonight. Curled up into a tree. No one to think about looking up to see a napping feline. “I mean! It's up to you though. You can go back to...Bluepaw, Asterpaw. But, I just don't feel like sleeping in a crowded den.” He shrugged, but he didn't dare look at his companion. All playfulness was lost from his vibrant yellow hues, which had grown dark and full. Lost in color for a moment. Every pain he remembered Alabasterpaw caused him...was it showing health issues? That couldn't possibly be, but as he remembered the sudden loss of breath, or the thought of every little thing in nature reminded him of being thrown around by his future companion.

"Awe, poor sweetheart." Asterpaw grinned at Azulpaw, for a moment, just like her old self. Just playing and teasing. Until a horrible thought struck her - had she? Had Alabasterpaw done something like that? It wouldn't have surprised her, but she was determined not to say anything about it. Nothing. At all. Had things been different, by some miracle had they been together, Asterpaw would gladly have made sure he was okay. "Yes!! I - I mean, yes, I'm - fine. Totally fine. Not backing out. Never been better, you?" She was an idiot. An idiot. At least Azulpaw wasn't catching on, which partly surprised her - he had always been smart - but then again, Asterpaw was herself. His best friend... or, were they still best friends? They were at least close, right? Still close? Right. Even though she was pretty sure he didn't need her, or want her anymore. And why would he want her company when he could have her sister's? Alabasterpaw must have something pretty special to have gotten his attention. She wished she could have gone to Azulpaw in the first place. All of this could have been avoided.

What did Alabasterpaw want with him, anyways? Why would she have feelings for him? The blue feline climbed up the tree after Azulpaw, her soft grey-green eyes remaining soft and playful and just the slightest bit worried as she did so. It was beautiful up here. Absolutely beautiful. She could have just stayed like this forever, living in this tree... no Bluepaw... no Alabasterpaw... maybe Azulpaw would stay up here with her, and then she would really be happy. It had been a while since she had felt true joy. Tonight was the first night in a while, that was. And even this happiness was tainted with 'what ifs' and problems. 'What if' a lot of things, to be honest. What if Bluepaw came? What if Alabasterpaw came? What if one of them fell? What if something else happened? All those questions weren't helping any. Asterpaw knew she needed to trust. But it was hard, especially when so much had happened recently. The face of the dead cat kept popping into her mind. She didn't have a right to think about him. She shouldn't be. She had taken his life, and she wished it had been the other way around. Obviously Azulpaw would have been fine without her - he had a new friend in Alabasterpaw. She had never disliked her sister more. She even hated her at times. But she couldn't hurt Alabasterpaw... she couldn't... she would never be able to. Even with all that had happened, she couldn't fight against her half-sister. They were bonded by blood and that was a strong bond indeed. The tom's comment made her smile, although she wasn't sure whether he was kidding or not. Once she would have believed that yes, indeed, there was no way Bluepaw could have been leader. Now? She wasn't so sure. No part of her was sure. Her grey-green eyes flashed with worry as she imagined a new world - a world in which Bluepaw was leader. Would Alabasterpaw be deputy? Would she be deputy? She already knew what Bluepaw's first task would be, getting rid of his former so-called best friend. That day all those moons ago had changed everything. It had been a changing point for everyone. It had been the point where good had become bad, alliances had changed, and now they were changing again.

The two cats Asterpaw had thought would never be allies were together. They were together. A long time ago she had told Azulpaw to "go and be with her sister" - but she had never once thought that he had actually considered it. Obviously that wasn't true. He had considered it, and now they were together. Now her chance was gone. Asterpaw had a HUGE crush on him, and there was nothing she could do about it. Besides, she had her own committment that she had made. To Bluepaw. Perhaps Azulpaw felt the same way she did, frustrated about it. Asterpaw climbed up the tree next to him, sitting with her tail hanging over the branch as she smiled at her companion.

"Yeah, I dare you to," A playful purr rumbled in her own throat, even though her thoughts were screaming at her to STOP HIM. Don't let him get hurt. Don't let him fall. Please don't let Azulpaw get hurt. Those were the only things crossing her mind, as light and playful as she wanted to be. Her grey-green hues shone with excitement as she watched him, that purr still rumbling in her throat. "Well, I wouldn't want you to get hurt! So no, I'm not going to push you out." She had that tone that sounded almost like a mother scolding her kits, or giving them the final word on something. It was firm, but had a caring tone in it. She knew Azulpaw didn't like being treated as though he were weak. But this was different. This was something else. There was real danger involved, she wasn't just being paranoid! Was she? Sometimes it seemed as though Asterpaw didn't care for anyone. Sometimes she wanted to seem that way. It was easier then getting attached, it was easier to deal with. And when she was younger, that had always been her feelings. She had acted playfully all the time, never showing care unless someone was in danger. Like the day in the territory. The day at the Training Plateau. Although after that nearly deadly attack, (at least for Azulpaw), Asterpaw had found she cared about him very much. And she had stopped trying to hide it. Now, being older, those times rarely came. Asterpaw wasn't as scared to show her emotions. Or at least... some of them. She wished she could be a "normal" cat.

With "normal" friends. And be free, free to feel like she could say what she wanted without Bluepaw getting angry. She had been telling the truth... it scared her. He could be a scary cat sometimes, and it made Asterpaw nervous. Was she about to say or do something that would get on his nerves? Set him off against her? Her companion's next words sent a prickle down her spine. An uncomfortable prickle, but it felt almost good at the same time. Them? Sleeping up here? Together? It would give her a night away from Bluepaw, and how close he got sometimes, like he was trying to suffocate her with his love... it would give her a night away from having to see Azulpaw and Alabasterpaw and feeling all those unwanted feelings - jealousy, mainly, but also as though she were getting stabbed right in the heart with hundreds of thousands of little pins. Little claws. Slowly killing her. And, she would be with her best friend. Her former best friend? Were they still best friends anymore?

He doesn't need me. He doesn't want me. He doesn't care about me anymore. He doesn't want me to stay. He's just being nice.

Asterpaw felt her throat choking up and she cleared it so that he wouldn't see her upset. This was the first time in a while they'd gotten to just be. Without drama. Without problems. There had been some drama, granted, but now they could just be here without any problems. Why did everything she loved get taken? Why did all good things have to end? And why did the bad things seem as though they never ended? Eventually their darkness would come to the light. Everything dark faded away to light at some point. But, where was Asterpaw's light? Why hadn't it come to rescue her already, to take her away from Bluepaw, away from stupid crushes and keep her held close and safe? Why wasn't it there already? Why had it let her cause more darkness? Whatever the reason, Asterpaw wasn't so sure about spending the night here with Azulpaw. "No." She answered. A good, simple answer, and why couldn't it just stay at that? Because her and her stupid mind and her big mouth decided to add more, that was why.

"I want to stay here, with you, Azulpaw."

Even if it breaks me knowing this can't ever work.

"Maybe we can find the north star,"

She spoke in a soft whisper, moving over until her blue pelt was pressed against his. She half-melted against him, just enjoying this while she could. And wishing it could be this way forever. But all good things came to an end, and soon morning would come. Asterpaw wished she didn't have to sleep. Wished she could stay awake all night just talking to him. Wished she could tell Azulpaw everything. Wished she hadn't gone to Bluepaw. Wished things were different. Maybe someday, they would be different. All Asterpaw wanted to do was tell him how she felt right then, but... no. It was wrong. These feelings were wrong. She belonged to Bluepaw, she was his - his slave, in a way. She felt like a slave. She didn't love him. But, Bluepaw wasn't all bad. There were the good times every once in a while, and yet, even after all that he had done to try to make her feel comfortable, she still wasn't that thankful.

Maybe, protecting Azulpaw wasn't what she needed to be doing. Maybe he could protect himself, or Alabasterpaw - his new love - could protect him. Yet it made Asterpaw feel better to be doing something. Even if that 'something' was giving herself away.

[Doodle]

Sitting up on the rock, for a moment Palmettoleaf thought they might actually just become friends here and there. She seemed more willing out here. Or, at least... she had. But, at her sarcastic tone, Palmettoleaf became aware that she was still the same cat. She hadn't magically changed. And even if she had, he wasn't going to be the one to try and change her. That wasn't his job, or at least, not how he thought of it. Would it be nice if she were kinder, and friendlier, and had all sorts of perfections? Yes. Who wouldn't want that? Marblestrike, the she cat's own name came into mind, but he pushed it aside. Even she would want to be her idea of perfect. Flaws were just part of life. Everybody had them. Not everybody was really able to embrace them. To him, Marblestrike seemed to be the type of cat who would want to embrace her flaws, and life, to the fullest. "Mm. So, you don't mind if I come here, like... all the time then?" The tom asked, his own voice innocent and struggling to keep the teasing out of it.

"Oh, I see." Palmettoleaf still had a million questions now, and he wanted to ask every single one of them to Marblestrike - but at the same time, he would have preferred to stay silent. Are you still friends with them? Do you like them? You think they like you? Do you wish they hadn't found you and you could have just stayed out here? Would you have liked someone else to find you? But he wasn't going to ask his questions. If anything, the tom was beginning to realize that it was just rude to keep on asking Marblestrike things when she obviously didn't want to answer. His large green eyes seemed to hold all of the unspoken questions behind them when he turned them on her, but Palmettoleaf still wouldn't ask. It wasn't good manners. And, he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable! No, that was the last thing that the tom wanted. His goal here was to make her his friend, and while he wasn't quite sure how that was going... not so good by the looks of things, if honesty was important... one thing he was sure of was that she was beginning to like him. She was beginning to trust him?

She was beginning to want to be his friend? While some cats might accuse Palmettoleaf of having a one track mind, he preferred to think of it more as having a goal in mind. That was a better way of putting it, wasn't it? Having a goal in mind instead of a one track mind? Yes, yes, Palmettoleaf would think of it that way. His green eyes stared at her for a moment, narrowing just the slightest bit as he scanned her body for any sign of visible hostility. Surely she wasn't... angry with him in any way, right? Palmettoleaf wondered if his remark earlier had made her frustrated. But she should have gotten that he was kidding, if there were any cat that would have gotten it he definitely would have thought it would be her! Yes, of course she had, right? The feline was just paranoid. Very highly paranoid.



Marblestrike's head snapped up at Palmettoleaf's words, her eyes opening very widely as he voiced just what she didn't want him to do. "No!" She blurted out immediately. "I mean- yes! Yes, I do mind," she rushed, her tail waving behind her. She realized too late that the tom was kidding, and relief pooled in her eyes. "Oh," she murmured, glancing away in slight embarrassment but not in any way going to apologize for her outburst. At least he knew that she wouldn't appreciate him intruding, even if she hadn't shown so in the best way. Since when did she care what he thought, anyways? Since when did she really care what anyone thought, really? It had been a long time since she tip toed around another cat, careful of hurting their feelings or angering them, and she never wished to go back to that lifestyle again.

All the molly did was nod at the other's simple statement, but she could practically hear the questions in his voice. She fully expected him to ramble them off- nothing had been keeping him from asking her questions before, anyways- and was surprised, but very appreciative, when he didn't. She'd rather avoid talking about how she wound up in Skyclan if possible. No one knew that story, not even her best friends, and she would like to keep it that way. Her eyes flickered closed again. Big blue eyes widened in horror. "What are you doing? Stop!" Her shrill voice did nothing to stop the larger cat. All the tiny cat could do was watch on dreadfully, waiting for the outcome she dreaded most. Sadly, it was the most probable one as well.

A shiver overtook Marble at the short memory, and she violently shook her head to clear it. She stood up, her pelt still feeling irritated with discomfort. The feline needed to do something to keep herself from remembering; something she didn't normally struggle with while here by herself. Perhaps it was because of Palmettoleaf next to her... it was always a bit hard for her to be around a tom, just the two of them. Even with her best friend, Blazingcomet, flashbacks would still come to her. Of course, he didn't know of her past and she didn't want to burden him with it as well. She also didn't want him to get the wrong idea and think she wasn't comfortable with him- he was her best friend, and she might not show it well, but she fully trusted him.

A swim would do a good distraction, certainly. Without a second thought, Marblestrike bunched her hind legs and leapt forward, clearing the edge of the rock the two had been laying on. She fell into the stream with a loud splash and immediately opened her eyes under the water, watching any surrounding minnows swim away in fear. A few short seconds later her head popped back above the water and she took in another breath- she had been so rushed to get into the stream and away from her thoughts that she hadn't taken in enough air beforehand. This certainly wasn't one of her most graceful leaps into the water, and probably had caused the tom above some fear, but it wasn't like she was intending to impress Palmettoleaf. Blinking water from her eyes and shaking her head to get a bit of it out from her ears, she looked up to see what her companion was doing.

[Jingle]

Cucumberpickle nodded slightly disappointed oh. That doesn't mean I am going to be deputy. he pulled a thorn out of his paw pad," umm..
Yeah. I was just trying to get away from camp to clear my head and I guess I fell asleep. And it's impossible that anyone who dealt with me an apprentice wouldn't hate me." He meowed still doubting his former mentors words.


"I try to be a very forgiving tom." Jigglefoot replied, German accent thick. There was something about Cucumberpickle that had changed- maybe he had grown up since their time apart.

"Would you like to join me in some hunting?" he asked.

[monfang]

[I'm pretending like something happened to Sage along the lines of getting carried off by a hawk/eagle or something]
Cliffheart padded along, staying near the end of her tail. He came rather close to crashing into her when she stopped and the dusty tom limped forwards to see what was the hold-up. What he saw was not what he had been expecting. To see his mate like this, his Star, like this; it was heart wrenching. He had never seen her so emotional, and seeing her like this broke his heart more than it already was. He had an injured Son, a son in the stars, and now one with a shattered heart. He didn't know how to play the strong one, but he knew he wasn't good at much, yet his family loved him anyways. He pressed into her side, nuzzling her firmly in the neck, careful to watch the fresh scars. He remembered the time that they had come out here, when he was hurting, when he was in pain. Now the roles had switched, and the conversation of the past came to mind. "Scorchedpetal..my sweet shining Star..."
"You don't always have to be strong. We rely on each other in our darkest moments. We are like Twin Stars. So maybe all you need right now is your Twin Star." he purred softly to her. "You are strong, and just because you falter doesn't mean that you are not strong anymore. You will always be one of the strongest cats I know." He sat down, gently pushing her down beside him using his tail. He laid his head on top of hers, a purr rumbling deep within. "It is not entirely your fault. We feed off each other, your fault is my fault. Your victory is my victory. We share in our mountains and valleys. We are One." (haha Disney quote) "Sagekit was neither your fault nor my fault. You couldn't have done anything about it. You were in the medicine den, and I was out hunting for us all. There was nothing we could change." He tried to comfort her, knowing they were empty words. It was just saying that it wasn't her fault. He knew with this grief she could do just like he did when he felt like this and find some excuse and blame it on herself still. He knew what it felt like.

{ Illness }
Scorchedpetal tried to hear his words bit her heart shoved them away. "I should have been there... I-I should have looked care of him! Beachkit would be fine and Sagekit would still be alive had I not gone out to fight!" She said, and she began to feel more tears fill her eyes. "This whole time you worried you'd be the bad parent.... but I feel like I am..." she said, and turned her head, her pained gazed from him. It was too much for her to think about. Was this really her fault? What if being away put Sage into depression? Making him sick? She definitely wasn't helping herself ease the pain. Now she feared alot, stuff that Cliff felt- she feared Cliffheart would leave her, that her remaining kits would die, that her family would fall apart, and she'd be alone.
"Cliff, I am so sorry.... this is all my fault..." she meowed softly. She let cool tears fall onto her paws. Oh how she thought, she thought that she was the worst mother alive, the worst mate, the worst cat. Why did Cliff love her? How? She couldn't see how he could love a cat like her. She just didn't get it.
And for the first time in her life, Scorchedpetal was truly depressed, hurt zero and her heart was broken. Not just because her son died, but because she let that tom get into her head, she let her son get hurt, she let her mate risk his life for her, she let herself get hurt, almost killed. It was her fault. And she began to question her own stars.

"I made a vow to StarClan to protect my clan, and it costs me my son,
almost both. It nearly cost me you... What kind of vow did I make?"

[Red_Feather]

Flameleaf
RedFeather, a red furred she-cat with one blue eye and one green eye, lied in the grass with the sun warming her fur.