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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 22, 2015 22:02:06 GMT -6
INSANITY. IS MY LIFESTYLE  Wolf father, where you been?
Look so worn, so thin.
You're a taker, a devil's maker.
Let me hear you sing. -First Aid Kit
Thistlefang
It had been awhile, neither of them had probably worked up the courage to talk to each since they had felt this thing called 'feelings'. Fading still couldn't place what this weird sensation was, especially when it was associated with her odd odd clan-mate Thistlefang. The oddest of them all.
As of this moment the rain poured down outside, and like most of the other warriors and cats of Treeclan she was taking refuge in the warriors den. She would have guessed the best place during one of these storms would be the leader's den or the nursery. But either way, she was staying at the least mostly dry. Although, there was always the seem of wet cat that could ruin anyones day.
Sighing she noticed a familiar black pelt not far away, and with her fiery pelted mate currently in a deep slumber she decided to finally make an appearance.
Getting to her paws she made her way over, pushing his shoulder over until he had moved far enough that she would have room for her slender body. "Wonderful day isn't it."
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Post by Thistlefang on Aug 22, 2015 22:39:09 GMT -6
Thistlefang sat in the entryway of the warrior's den, silently watching the rain outside. It was really warm and packed near the back of the den, so he decided to sit in the area where he'd feel the cool breezes that rolled in. His gaze went to the fresh kill pile and he groaned. That would have to be restocked. Who liked soggy prey? And everyone who lives here is super lazy. It's probably gonna be up to me to feed these losers! Ugh.. He huffed and shook his head.
The tom started feeling restless. He was tempted to go out and run around, though he didn't want to smell like wet cat. His pelt was ugly and matted enough. He didn't want to smell bad, too. So instead of running out, he began furiously dragging his claw through the dirt and making a little drawing. It ended up looking like a crow... or something. He growled and stomped his paw over the crude drawing. When was this rain gonna end?
Thistlefang flinched as he felt someone push against him. He moved out of the way, assuming this cat was exiting.. but nope. He groaned internally as the cat spoke. I thought we silently agreed to ignore each other! I don't want to die. He scrunched himself up against the den wall, giving Fadingnight more than enough room. Instead of responding to her, he just shot her the nastiest glare. Go away.
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 22, 2015 22:49:38 GMT -6
INSANITY. IS MY LIFESTYLE He pushed away, she expected this. Who would want some crazed cat up against them who had basically just tried to kill them. It was a smart move, although she knew he hadn't done this out of mere 'cleverness'. Instead he had done it out of disgust. Thistlefang fully knew who she was now, what she was capable of.
Staring off into the rain with her normal blank mask and cold hard amber eyes she added, "I understand your fear. Your disgust." The grey tabby mewed, her voice calm and smooth like silk. To a kit it would be as comforting as a Queen's. This was her persuasion voice, the one she used when she needed to dig a deeper hook into someone's mind.
The warrior looked at her paws, "But we can't all be normal Thistlefang." And this was completely true. She knew some of her messed up genes would have been passed down to her offspring. But was she worried? No. In fact, she was more interested in what her spawn would amount to.
"If we were all normal. None of us would be here." |
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Post by Thistlefang on Aug 22, 2015 23:04:18 GMT -6
He flattened his ears and hardly listened to her. Fear? Disgust? I don't fear her! I'm not afraid of anything! He rolled his eyes. At least the disgust part was on point. He frowned as she went on. Her voice sounded too calm, like she'd just murdered someone. Widening his eyes, the warrior slowly looked behind them and into the den. No one was moaning or wailing, and the air didn't smell like blood... Everything was fine. He turned back and faced the rain again, until a horrible thought made its way into his mind. Were those bodies even moving? Thistlefang did a double-take, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw the rise and fall of a warrior's belly. They were just sleeping.
He turned and looked outside again, this time feeling more comfortable knowing that Fadingnight hadn't just recently killed someone. Still, he wouldn't let his guard down. He wrinkled his nose at her last comment. "That doesn't even make sense. If all of you imbeciles were normal, there'd be more lives." Thistlefang looked away, wondering what her definition of "normal" was. It probably wasn't the same as his. "You know what? Don't even talk to me. You're a waste of my time."
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 22, 2015 23:19:40 GMT -6
INSANITY. IS MY LIFESTYLE At this point yes, she was getting a bit frustrated. How did one who was insane fix for a mistake she hadn't actually tried to make?
"You seem nervous enough." She mewed, her voice still calm and eyes still trained towards the storm outside.
Of course Fading knew of Thistle's thoughts upon the clan, who he thought stupid. Which was practically everyone once she went rogue. Not to mention the tom's mind was, basically too difficult to change. Instead she set him up with an offer he couldn't refuse. She knew he couldn't refuse. Thistlefang had always been one for reps and never backing down from a challenge. So, she proscribed him a toxin for madness.
Getting to her paws she stood for a minute at the entrance, her tail held straight out behind her as she thought for another minute before saying. "Face it runt. You've never been more terrified of anything in your life." And with that comment in place she trotted off through the camp entrance and into the shadows of the storming forest. Lightning flashing just before she left the tunnel. Her face turned around to face the black tom with an eerie grin and wide amber eyes. |
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Post by Thistlefang on Aug 22, 2015 23:37:54 GMT -6
"I've never been nervous in my life." Literally everything that came out of his mouth was a mcfricken lie. Yet he'd defend every bit of it. He was always feeling somewhat nervous, whether it was about Fadingnight killing everyone or TreeClan finding out about his other kits. The tom was a nervous wreck and hid it with hatred and sarcasm.
Thistlefang looked at her and scowled. What an awful, vile creature she was. I can't believe I've even considered her a friend. Pff, goes to show I can't trust anyone. What an awful cat. I hope she gets kicked out of this clan, one way or another.
He nearly gagged as she spoke again. What a disgusting voice to match such a digusting creature. He dug his claws into the dirt, glare hardening on his face. Runt? Terrified? Those were the exact opposite of what he was. The black warrior stood up and chased after her with no hesitation. "I'm gonna kill you!"
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 22, 2015 23:48:23 GMT -6
INSANITY. IS MY LIFESTYLE Now he wanted to kill her, what an interesting chain of events, the grey tabby laughed to herself as she sped through the rain. Letting it sting her pelt and wash away her every trace of existence.
Climbing up a nearby oak she hid in the shadows of the leaves, watching the runt skidding through the mud and as chased her in a blind rage. What a funny creature he was. Hiding so much under that tough and matted old black pelt of his. It was quite entertaining to watch his phases, and when she could finally make his hard external shell crack just the slightest bit. Maybe one day, in a couple moons time she would actually break into that center and find his weakest point.
Moving from branch to branch she circled the tom from above mewing, "Thistlefang..." in a trailing almost demonic voice with just the slightest ounce of bewitched.
But it wasn't long before she had her fun in the trees before she was back on the ground, her tail straight in the air. "OH RUNT I'M OVER HERE." She growled, a smile spreading across her face now, the widest one she had ever created. It basically spread from ear to ear. Her pelt now looking sickly as her slender Fireclan bones shown through. This is when she turned tail and disappeared into the shadows, literally fading into them like the night she was. But not before she whispered just loud enough for the tom to hear.
"Come and get me." Here come the night-time goonies at 2 am. |
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Post by Thistlefang on Aug 23, 2015 0:32:26 GMT -6
He squinted through the rain as he ran, trying to find her pelt in the darkness. He stomped through the mud puddles and sped through thorn bushes, pelt becoming even more disgusting. But that was besides the point. He had to find Fadingnight, and it would be pretty much impossible to track her down scent-wise. So instead he perked his ears and looked in different directions every five seconds.
Eventually he heard his name and he spun around, trying to locate where it had come from. His gaze went up to the trees, and he hissed as he noticed the branches rattling. She had to be up there. Come on down, you stupid little bird...
As if she had read his thoughts, the she-cat came down and appeared out of nowhere. Thistlefang spun and faced her, growl thickening in his throat. This mouse-brain thought she could break him? Find his weakest point? Ha! That would never happen. His eyes trailed across her ugly smile and he clenched his teeth. He was ready to leap out and beat her up, but stopped in his tracks as she disappeared. Coward!
Now, instead of chasing after her like he normally would, Thistlefang did the opposite. He was done with her games. "I would. But I just don't care anymore. Find someone else to torment." He called out, then walked off in the opposite direction. He would take the long route back to camp.
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 23, 2015 9:20:59 GMT -6
INSANITY. IS MY LIFESTYLE The tabby stopped for a minute, realizing she had indeed underestimated the tom's ego. Nose twitching with a slight interest she trotted up behind him again. Not really caring for the consequences and walked beside him for a minute in silence, her shoulders jutting out of her back with each aching step she took. At this point she didn't really know what to do. Keeping friends close was a whole new ballgame for Fading, especially when she had done something as gruesome and insane as she had done to Thistlefang.
"I'm guessing you want to kill me right now," She mewed, "just so you don't have to listen to me speak."
But she walked on anyways, her amber gaze trained on her paws as she came up with something that may just prick him in the slightest. "But even under all this hard pelt," Fadingnight started, her explanation hopefully not getting too lengthy. "I do care about you."
She had no specifications to this 'care' for him. Rather than she just 'cared' about his outcome. In fact, she didn't want to lose him. Not one bit. But with each passing day her stomach tightened, she could feel him drifting.
"You said, you would help me." Notes • I really want some buffalo chicken fries. |
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Post by Thistlefang on Aug 23, 2015 10:27:53 GMT -6
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He growled and started lashing his tail. Did the she not get the message? He wanted nothing to do with her.
"I'm guessing you want to kill me right now just so you don't have to listen to me speak." Oh CloudClan. How right she was. If you know I want to kill you then why are you following me? He stared straight ahead as they went on, not daring to look at the other warrior. He wouldn't want to hurt his eyes from looking at something that awful.
It was kind of a weird feeling, but the tom felt a little stressed as she continued to walk with him. He couldn't let his guard down, and he had to act calm or the she-cat might attack again. But at the same time he wanted to get back to camp as fast as possible. He slightly picked up the pace and took some sharp turns. hoping to lose her in the undergrowth.
His pelt prickled at her words and he rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up." He snapped. Now she was just being ridiculous. No one in this wretched clan cared about him. No one would care if he was alive or dead. That wouldn't change now.
Thistlefang huffed in frustration as she went on. "I only said that so you wouldn't go crazy again. Use your head for once." He flattened his ears. "I don't know what you're trying to get at, but it's not working. The camp isn't too far. We can agree to ignore each other for the rest of our lives. Sound good?"
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 23, 2015 10:42:42 GMT -6
INSANITY. IS MY LIFESTYLE Fadingnight stopped in her tracks, her gaze locked on Thistlefang now rather than away from him. For now she was feeling an intense frustration and had the heart to do it. But instead of raising her voice she kept it calm, it seemed to sing right along with the rain.
"If that's what you want." The grey tabby mewed, she could feel her amber eyes crackling with emotions even her strong mental state couldn't handle. Claws digging into the mud she let her body shiver as the rain began to get to her before she pushed past the tom and headed back to camp on her own. Her pace gradually quickening until she hit a trot, then a fast trot. Until she was galloping and letting her feelings burst, the odd tight feeling in her chest returning as the drops of rain stung her eyes and nose.
At long last she had reached the camp, but instead of returning to the warrior's den she crawled under some sheltered bracken and shoved her mussel into her forepaws. Her soaked pelt still causing her to shiver uncontrollably. But she wasn't returning to the warrior den, not to all the faces she knew. Instead, she would wallow in herself. Watching the rain pound the ground as hard as hard as her heart was pounding her chest. |
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Post by Thistlefang on Aug 23, 2015 14:40:40 GMT -6
Thistlefang could feel her staring, though he wouldn't return the look. A little grin creeped up on his muzzle at her words, and he tittered as she ran past him. That's right. Don't try to talk to me again. He watched her run off in satisfaction, only turning once her tail was no longer visible. He decided not to go to camp though. He didn't feel like talking. Sighing, he padded around aimlessly until he reached a willow tree near the RockClan border. It was enough cover for the time being. Settling down near the trunk, he quietly watched the rain and drifted off to sleep.
He woke up about an hour or two later. It was no longer dark and stormy. Instead of thunder and rain, there was birdsong and rustling leaves in the wind. Thistlefang yawned and sat up, trying to go over what had just happened with the tabby cat. She's annoying as hell, especially when she tries to manipulate me. Who does that? He sighed and watched a songbird that bounced around not to far off. Still, maybe I was a little harsh...
Eyes locking onto the songbird, he got into a crouch position and slowly creeped forward. It was cluelessly pecking at the ground, probably trying to find worms or bugs of some sort. Once he was close enough, he leaped out and snagged the bird's wing with a claw. He watched it struggle for a moment before delivering the killing bite. His mouth watered at the scent, though he tried not to give in. Lifting his head, Thistlefang held it tighter and made his way back to camp.
Pushing through the entrance, he immediately spotted Fadingnight and calmly padded over. He gently placed the songbrd down in front of her. "For you. Sorry if I was a little mean back there." He gave her a nod before padding off.
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Post by Fadingnight on Aug 23, 2015 15:32:22 GMT -6
INSANITY. IS MY LIFESTYLE Fading hadn't realized she had passed out, the waves of sleep singing her into a deep slumber with the pitter patter of the rain.
Now she was in a dream world, it wasn't raining. A bird sang overhead, tickling her ears with its song. She purred, her tail flicking finding herself content for once. But the sky darkened again, although the bird kept singing. But it faded now, it was flying away. So she chased its song, looking up desperately until a shriek pierced the forest. The bird's song stopped, and after a minute of silence, everything went to black again.
Now the songbird was in front of her, was this reality? Standing abruptly she smashed her body into the bracken and hissed as some thorns dug into her pelt. Tearing through the bracken she stopped in the clearing and caught her breath, seeing Thistlefang walking away. A scent clung to the bird, it was his.
Returning to the bird she pulled it from under the bracken and looked it over. It was oddly identical to the one in her dream. Only... her dream was slowly fading from her memory. Looking back up at Thistle she had a look of confusion and almost utter horror. I am beginning to wonder how I am going to fix this. |
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Post by Thistlefang on Aug 23, 2015 15:48:29 GMT -6
Thistlefang turned and watched her, stifling a laugh as she smashed into the bracken. She must have been sleeping too. He padded around the clearing for a bit, trying to find something else to do. He had no apprentices, not too many friends, and no errands to run, so what else was there to do? The warrior eventually decided to go out for another hunt. Before leaving the camp, he casted another look at Fadingnight, who was back at her spot in the bracken. He was a little confused at the expression she had. Did she not like songbirds? Did he say something wrong? Whatever. There's always something odd going on with her. Not my problem.
He simply nodded at her again and strode off, disappearing in the nettles and fern fronds.
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