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Venomfang
Male :: Warrior :: 29 Moons Old
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Venomfang tensed up when he felt the tortoiseshell press lightly against him without so much as a single noise from the she-cat. He'd warned her, didn't he? It was on her now, right? Wrong. Anything he did to hurt her would always be on his mind just like everything he'd already done. He wasn't compasssonate or empathetic. He would never be able to pour his heart out or maybe offer any real emotional support. He doubted that even as she pressed against him, he was offering any warmth. An empty shell. That's what Venomfang was. But for some reason he craved her warmth so he didn't pull away, but relaxed, pressing closer as if there was a mutual understanding between the two that neither of them could put into words. The silence that enveloped them wasn't awkward or strange. This was different because it held more meaning than any words would ever. Because he knew that neither of them wanted to hurt eachother or be hurt. But didn't he? Isn't that all he was good at? Hurting others. For StarClan's sake, he basically lived to sabotage any chance of happiness for him because his brain was so screwed up. Stop thinking, Venomfang. That never does you any good. Just focus your attention on the she-cat next to you, his thoughts prattled away in his mind and he blinked them into oblivion, turning his head to do as they suggested. The empty tom poured his attention over Fawnstep, and believe it or not he felt a purr rising in his throat. An actual purr of all things. Without a word he rested his chin on the she-cat's head in what he hoped was a comforting if not heartfelt gesture, coming from him.

[taako,]

F A W N S T E P :

To Fawnstep's surprise, the rather unexpected sound of a purr began to rumble from deep within Venomfang's throat. Dear StarClan, you've turned him soft, haven't you? The familiar urge to tease him tugged at her mind, but she decided against it, wanting to preserve the little treasure that was this moment. To make matters better, the tom soon had his chin rested gently on the top of her head. Suddenly she felt quite small compared to him, but not in a way that was meant to be demeaning in any sense. It was comforting. Fawnstep felt unusually sheltered and safe, two feelings previously unknown to the she-cat. Add that to the list of first's she was filling up right now. She felt her own purr begin to reverberate in her throat as she rubbed her head affectionately against Venomfang's chin. If anything, the tortoiseshell probably could have dozed off right then, but she chose the alternative and sat there with her eyes closed, savoring every attribute of the tom beside her.

[famouslyNobody.]

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Venomfang
Male :: Warrior :: 29 Moons Old
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There was along moment's silence and stillness that followed and Venomfang began to doze, only waking when he felt himsel begin to slip away from Fawnstep's warmth. His eyes flickered open and he chuckled lightly, pulling away just a bit so that he could look at her with a disapproving expression mixed with displaced amusement. Finally, the tom broke the silence, "And congratulations. You've turned me into an dork. How? How'd you manage that?" His gaze was not as hard as it usually was but he was convinced it was because he was so tired, not because he was suddenly realizing that maybe he wasn't so empty anymore. No, that idea was simply preposterous. The sun was setting now by now anyways after such a long day and the waters reflected with an orange glow that lit up his pelt, bringing out the colors. It was doing the same for Fawnstep though, and he caught himself staring. Instantly he flicked an ear, breaking from his trance and his jaws parted into a powerful yawn as he instead focused on the water and the setting sun like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.

[taako,]

F A W N S T E P :

The she-cat smiled, slowly prying her eyes open and looking playfully at Venomfang, "Oh, I apologize for the irreparable damage I've done to your charming personality. Permanent dorkhood. It's horrifying. Really, I can barely look at you." That last part was a lie. Yep, definitely a lie. Fawnstep couldn't keep her eyes off of him, actually. He looked especially handsome with the light reflecting off of the water and onto his pelt as the sun sank behind the trees. She chuckled when he found himself staring at her for the same reason and looked away. She rose to her paws and stretched, followed by a sleepy yawn. "Maybe we should head back," She gazed upwards, watching as the first few lights of Silverpelt began to show, "It'll be dark soon."

[famouslyNobody.]

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Venomfang
Male :: Warrior :: 29 Moons Old
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"No, really," he mused, pushing himself too his paws with a small grunt of effort. The limber tom pushed his body into a long stretch and ended with shaking out the stiffness in his joints. He was too young for these kinds of aches but he shook that out of his mind, remembering how he'd been the weakest of his litter. With a twitch of his whiskers he followed after Fawnstep and continued, "I'm going to have to work even harder now to maintain that satisfying air of hatred that follows me around like snail slime. If not for my fans, than for the very least myself. You're a monster." He padded up so that he matched her pace, hoping over roots and rocks as they went. Somewhere along the way, his gaze fell on the boulder that Fawnstep and him fought out a couple moons ago and he averted his gaze straight forward. The bengal blinked the last traces of sleep from his eyes and he looked up through the trees at Silverpelt in silence again. He didn't particularly like talking even though his words seem to spew out of him like a water from a drain pipe.

//meep. must sleep meow as it is 3 in le morning. night friend.

[ShadowBoi]

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Hollowkit
Female :: Kit :: 2 Moons Old
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"Power," she echoed as the thought flickered through her brain. She had no idea what power felt like and she figured that she didn't really care that much. If there was a word that would describe the tiny kit it would be borderline 'apathetic'. She didn't care about others' feelings. She didn't care about her own feelings. Her mind was blank and off, as if someone had forgotten to turn it on when she was born. She stretched out a claw and began to etch a drawing into the earth absent minded, removing her sickly tail from Blood's flank. "They aren't really gone you know," she replied in a sing song voice, an edge of creepiness hidden beneath, "I think I can hear them when I listen really hard. Most are angry but some are just sad. Look... I drew you." In the dirt, was a sloppily drawn cat standing over what could have been another cat on the ground. She looked over expectantly as she tapped a claw on the grounded cat, "Does she know you killed her? I don't think she'd care either way. You don't seem like an evil cat to me Blood."

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Blood)

Somehow he was calmed by this "Why wouldn't she care? Who is she?" he carefully studied the drawing.

[taako,]

//that feel when u stay up til 3 am and dont even realize it meep r.i.p ironicPerfection 2k15

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{ tags;; Venomfang }

"My deepest apologies," she meowed, delivering a tender lick to the tom's cheek. "I'll make it up to you someday... Maybe." Again, Fawnstep fell into a peaceful silence that she was enjoying quite a lot. As the sun went down, other animals awoke and began to hum and chirp the sleepy symphony of the marsh that was reserved only for the dark of night. She wouldn't be able to hear it if she was running her mouth the whole time. Her tail swished rhythmically behind her as she focused particularly on the chirrups of the crickets. A contented sigh left the tortoiseshell's mouth as she padded alongside Venomfang, who she noticed was up to his star gazing again. She couldn't help but smile... and some part of her wished that they didn't have to go back to that camp full of cats.

[rocoboq]

"Um, that's a very good question, Blood. I mean, whoever she is, she is kinda getting killed. I figure anyone who was dying would care..." she said with a cough.

[ShadowBoi]

Blood)

He nodded "She's already dead, I believe is what Hollowkit is trying to say. I must have killed her." he sighed.

[rocoboq]

She looked closer at the drawing. "Oh. That makes sense." she said, yawning. She looked up at the amber sky. The sun was hanging low and it was beginning to get a little dark. "It's getting late, we should head back to the nursery," she announced. "But I could finish your tour tomorrow?"