A cave filled with Slate and Onyx (P)

[Onyxpaw]

Disturbed from his slumber by the sound of paw steps Onyx groans and rolls over blinking open his eyes. Spotting a kit he quickly shuts them again. He stands to his feet and dips his head low so that they could not see his eyes. He flicks his ears in greeting but says nothing. Slatepaw

[Slatepaw]

I had just stood up to go get something to eat when I happened to pass a kit. I paused in my walk to eye him oddly, confused when the tomkit hid his eyes. "What?" I growled with annoyance, giving my tail a sharp lash. "Don't have enough respect to look me in the eyes?"


{ sorry, she's a rude fluffball >-< }

[Onyxpaw]

(Cool, this should get interesting!)

Wincing, it felt as her words cut him. He looks up and he closes his left eye and leaves his ice blue right open. In a low and attempted intimidating voice he says "I'm not sure you want to see that."

[Slatepaw]

{ yeah! }


I frowned as the strange kitten opened only his right eye. Hm. I guess it was a rather pretty color.

Ohh. But I apparently don't want to see his other eye? Okay.

"Ooooo, you sound sooo scary." I mocked, giving my river-blue eyes a rude roll. "Listen, kid. I don't care if your eye is literally the ugliest color in the whole word. Or if you have some weird imagination that it's possessed and 'omigosh you'll just get so scared if you see it'. Like, no. It's disrespectful. And just plain stupid if you're embarrassed or sensitive about your flippin' eye."

CloudClan. He was annoying.

[Onyxpaw]

Smiling he says "You want to see it?" His smile turns into a scowl and he hisses "By Cloudclan (Gosh it's weird cursing as a cat!) I will show you. He closes both eyes for a moment and takes a breath. He opens both eyes and the icy blue right is viciously contrasted by the blazing fire that was his left eye. (The one in the pic) He takes a step towards the annoying she-cat, speaking coldly he says "You got what you asked for. His lip curls in hate as he finishes his sentence

[Slatepaw]

I curl my lip at his smile. "Yes. I want to see your flippin' eye!" I snapped angrily, giving him a mean glare.

His right eye closed as if he were preparing for the 'big reveal', and I curled my claws into the ground. "For CloudClan's sake." I muttered, rolling my eyes. And then they opened. The piercing blue beside the blazing orange.

I just stared at him as he got closer, taunting me. My blood boiled. My mouth opened and I gasped dramatically. "Oh my gosh, it's an eye! Holy CloudClan, noooo~! Run away, run away!" I mocked, taking an aggressive step forward myself until our noses touched. My glare was absolutely furious. "Nice eye. But, ya know, it's kinda hard to be amazed by the weird things in life when your mother apparently can talk to animals and change into a gecko every two seconds. Sorry I'm not actually shocked you have an amber eye like every other cat in the world."

For a moment, the anger faded, and I tilted my head in a curious notion. "Also, you're not the only different-eyed cat in the Clans. So I don't think you can pull off a terrifying image when you're just like everyone else. Feel better? Less sensitive? Maybe realize your eye actually isn't possessed? Glad I helped you, kid."

[Onyxpaw]

By all the cats in Cloudclan what's wrong with her? He thinks to himself. With a deep sigh he turns his back to her not answering to anything she says. He grits his teeth and makes a face. Turning back around he looks right at her. His claws dig into the ground and he lifts one an inch off the ground out to strike her when he makes a face again and puts it down. Flame dances across his eye and for some reason it burned like all the cats in the clans were inside his face clawing their way out. (Just a RP mechanic I decided to mess around with. Also if you have ever watched Arrow the face Stephen Amell always makes when he tries to decide what to do with somebody is as close as to describing what he made)

[Slatepaw]

I scowled as all he did was turn away. "Tch. Disrespectful fox." I snarled, looking away and at least trying to handle my anger. But what the heck, he deserved to be torn apart with his attitude!

And yes, I'm allowed to say that even though I'm ill-tempered. At least I'm not like him.

I turned back to the kitten as he faced me again, my eyes widening in shock as he rose a paw to hit me. 'CloudClan, he's a MURDERER?!?!' I howled in my head in alarm, watching as his paw raised higher... and then fell back down to the ground.

And then I was in his face. My eyes burned with the hottest fire of absolute fury, rivaling his own amber gaze even. My lips were drawn back in a snarl as I towered over the younger body. "You were not just about to hit me, were you?'" I hissed slowly. I didn't need to try and be intimidating. I literally oozed of evil.

Like how my mother had an aura of a crazy cat. Except, I had the aura of an evil one.



{ uh oh. o.o aww, and i wanted them to be friends... }

[Onyxpaw]

(Think of the possibilities... Well this is about to get ugly )

This cat is insane He thinks as his eyes open in shock. Every alert in his brain fired off  BACK UP BACK UP BACK UP they said. It took every ounce of him not to move. Speaking slowly and quietly his voice turned from his usual calm voice to the cold voice of a killer before killing his prey. "You have two options right now, crow face. Back up, get OUT of my face, turn around and walk away. Or you can stay where you are and I will have to rip you to pieces so small the crows won't even be able to eat you. Trust me, I will find a way." His lips curl back to revel teeth and his claws dig into the ground

[Slatepaw]

My eyes narrowed with a deadly intent. Secretly, I was impressed by his bravery. Facing up to a much older and scarier cat. But really, it's hard to stay impressed when the cat your awe is aimed to is also the cat you want to tear in two. "You amuse me." I growled with not an ounce of anything but bitter hate. "Here's what you really need to consider. My mother is a crazy, psychotic cat who literally sees things every moment of her life. And I'm just as crazy, but not in the same way. I'm the type of crazy you don't want to poke. Because the idea of hurting such a nasty excuse of a life form is so satisfying to me, it should be a sin."

Okay. Not the full truth. I wasn't flippin' insane or anything, but I was intimidating enough to at least be assumed as such by him. And really, just because I'm not for 'completely destroying someone's entire body violent', because that does sound pretty gross... I'm not against putting this tomkit in his place with my claws. Even with the consequences, I don't care. My mother Geckoleap wouldn't care. RockClan wouldn't care.

No one cares.

"So here's you're options, kid." I began slowly in a mocking voice. "Turn. Around. Get rid of your sorry attitude. And wake up. Your eye isn't that bad, and if you want the flippin' truth, it gives you character. Accept it. But your personality? Fix it. I may be mean myself, but the last thing you wanna do is attack me. I'm bigger than you. I'm far worse in my temper. And I'm not afraid of you in any way, or afraid of the consequences."

Slowly, I leaned even closer, my eyes burning with hate. "Also, learn from me. I'm two seconds from tearing your special little scary eye out of your skull, and look at that. I haven't yet." My lip curled even farther. "Yet."



{ just so you know, we can't have these two actually fight... just a thought since this conversation literally plunged into a pit of darkness. ^-^ }

[Onyxpaw]

(Yeah, that would be bad.)

"Huh I'll poke whatever I want thank you very much." He mutters to himself. He narrows his eyes and his eye burns like it was already ripped out. He flinches and puts a paw to it but stands back up as she keeps talking "Do you EVER shout you mouth?" He asks.

He turns his back on her and whips back around as she talks again. Mouth dropping open and eyes shooting open he says "My... My attitude? Oh Let's have a small talk about ATTITUDE!" He practically screams. His tone changed from the icy cool to a fiery rage. "You spoiled two faced crow food piece of fox dung, I... I will show you that size is not everything." His entire body shakes and spit practically flies from his mouth. And you would do well to learn from me... I have taken the liberty to NOT RIP YOUR WORTHLESS TOUNGE FROM YOUR WORTHLESS SKULL!"

[Slatepaw]

I only stared at him as if he were a speck of dirt on the floor, completely ignoring his words about 'poking my anger' and 'not shutting up'. Because honestly, this was just proving I had far more control over my anger than him. And that said something.

"You have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Spoiled? Two-faced? Learn about what they mean before you insult someone that don't apply to those at all." I hissed, rolling my river-blue eyes mockingly. I took a step back as spit flew from his mouth, muttering an "ew".

My face darkens as he screams. "You're the most ignorant, worthless fox-heart I've ever met. I should learn from you? Uh, no, sorry I don't like being taught by toxic worms, thank you very much." I sneered. My teeth bore in my fury. "You should learn from me. Because you can say size doesn't determine strength, and in some cases it doesn't. But I'm not just better than you because I'm older."

I stepped closer, shoving my face so close to his, from afar it would have been seen as affectionate. "Look whose screaming his throat dry like a rabid twoleg, and look who still hasn't raised her voice to the point of yelling. I'm stronger because I can control my attitude, and myself. Something you seem to be struggling with." I stepped back, looking the kit over with a gaze of ice. As if I could freeze him there just by my gaze. "So. Back. Off. You're not winning any points here. You're only making yourself look foolish. No one is impressed by your screaming -- it bothers me, actually. So shut up. Stick a mouse in your mouth, and go take a nap, you cranky child."

[Onyxpaw]

Making a face as she mocks him Onyxkit's left eye would look like the flames died down and the right looked like a barren wasteland of ice


suddenly smiling his face brightens from a storm to a cold happiness. Choosing his words carefully he says "... Fox... heart... Yes you say it like you rip one out each night and cuddle with it." He hisses. "You are right, you are older... you will DIE before I do." He says.

His face turning dark "What... did... I... say... about getting in my face." he almost whispers the last five words. "Control" He lifts up a paw and flexes the small claws it holds. "Something that I do have... However, there is a point in life where CONTROL... is worthless." He almost spits out the last like as if he was a snake spitting out it's venom. "And you act as if I look foolish yet we have you over stampeding like and injured bear" Wait... that is what they are called right? He thinks quickly

[Slatepaw]

Now he was speaking slowly, as if he was hoping to appear even more dangerous with his words. Or he really was fighting the urge to rip her throat out.

Huh. Violent kits these days in RockClan.

I narrowed my eyes at his words. 'I tear out fox hearts and cuddle with them? Isn't that SERIOUSLY more of a compliment than an insult in this conversation?!'

I rolled my eyes at his determination that I'd die first. "Whatever. You still have no idea what you're talking about." I growled with annoyance. 'Tch. I heard females live longer than males! Plus, I'm only a few moons older than him. Not like that's a big difference or anything.' This whole fight was getting annoying. This tomkit was annoying. Jeez.

I raise an eyebrow as he goes on. Then I scoff and look away. "You are so annoying. This isn't even fun anymore." I hiss, giving my tail a few rapid lashes. "Literally. Your voice sickens me now. That is literally the only thing you got from this fight."

This fight was going to go no where. He wasn't going to back down. I wasn't going to back down. This would eventually lead to our claws out and in use, and then the dumb queens would be here to scold us....

It wasn't worth it now. Showing this lump of fur his place was not worth the consequences anymore. Whatever, he can go to Darkpool for all I care.

I sighed, oozing of complete boredom. The fight was out of me. "Whatever. No one is gonna win this. You know that, right? And I bet you don't want your mom coming over to stop us when fur flies." At least he had a mom that cared. So why was he a jerk when he was living a good life?

[Onyxpaw]

He hisses at her and says "Your one to talk about annoying voices!" His eyes narrow as he talks.

He looks up into her eyes and tries to say with out speaking can we just agree to disagree?

He looks down and mutters to his feet "Yeah, so what. You started it..." Why was this cat so angry because he was scared that his face was different, why did she not understand that he was just defending himself?