T a b b y p e l t wrote:{Accepting Soul.}
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He glared at Snowfire, his pupils slits, his red eyes pure fire. "You have been trained well, Snowfire. You should be a Tormentor. I am Claw, a DarkForest cat. I'm mentoring Moon here to be a good Tormentor; A Head Tormentor. I respect your fearlessness, though it is foolish to act that way towards a DarkForest cat, especially me. I practically founded the DarkForest. I am the only DarkForest cat active these days.." He sighed. "They keep renouncing and saying there's no fun left in life, and I just say they're not looking hard enough.. oh well, you don't want to hear about my life. I suggest, Snowfire, the nest time you see me or any DarkForest cat, to stay still and be wise with your actions. With the DarkForest, we're on a need-to-know basis." He swished his tail under the white tom's nose as he pushed past the older cat after his apprentice.
Snowfire didn't even blink as the praise from the strange cat rained upon him. Mistrust and coldness radiated from him, and his turquoise eyes narrowed. I have not the attitude to slaughter former warriors; I wouldn't make a good Tormentor. A pleasure to meet you, Claw. So I should be a tormentor, and your apprentice should be a Head Tormentor. That's what a hear from you? These cats hide insults in the darkest of corners. So I am beneath your apprentice? He is going to say something stupid next, I just know it. Foolish? the old cat chuckled, and shook his head. I knew it. But at least it was amusing. I am foolish because I don't cower from one whom is already dead? It's because I don't have warrior blood. That is why I'm not gasping in terror at your very presence. I never learned the stories, and I am old. Maybe it's my time.
I will not cower like a worm beneath the dirt for your personal pleasure, or any of your minions. Why act afraid of something when I don't fear it? What happened to all of your fellow Darkforest cats, to many Starclan ones killing them? Time to recruit again? That much was true. Now that his suspicions were confirmed, the pearl cat was resting easy. He wasn't perfect. Far from it. He feared many, many things, but Dark forest cats weren't one of them. Because they had already been killed by something; heck, why didn't he just go find what it was and send them back to the 'dark' forest they'd come from? He wasn't a raised warrior. He wasn't told the tales of the Dark Forest. So he wasn't scared. Not now at least. Besides, the old scout was being hostile, but this cat wasn't. This mysterious cat named Claw was trying to mend him, bend him, install fear.
No, you are quite right on that one. I don't want to hear of your life, nor do I want to hear of instructions on how to behave. I have a mission to do; for now, I suggest you go chatter with your new prodigy. She is headed the wrong way, I said north not west. And once again, a pleasure meeting you Claw. The pearl tom didn't bother stray from the moonlit tail that slunk beneath his pearl maw. Sheathing his pink claws, he padded after Moon, watching as the powerful cat known as Claw simply vanished before his very eyes. I don't know why you wasted your power, Claw. You seem quite powerful for a dead cat, so I suggest go spend your time with a young cat that fears and respects you. You can carve her into your new puppets. I have stared death between the eyes on numerous occassions, including birth. One of his puppets don't scare me. Beyond that, you seem quite adamant on my behavior. It doesn't matter, I'm too old to be of use to you. Your much more powerful anyway, so what is the point of bothering an old mortal?
Tagged ;; Claw, Moon
.:Vixy:. wrote:Snow;
She trudged into camp, her white cheek fur plastered to her face from crying. She looked around. She didn't see anyone around except for ShadowWhisper. She shook her head, letting it hang in defeat again, and padded past him into the hunters den, were she curled up, covering her face in her fluffy white tail, and sobbed quietly, acting to be asleep.
Tears. They were not nearly as delicious as blood, but they were quite satisfying to see on some ocassions. As the old tom shifted, he watched as the pretty pearl she-cat padded into the hunters den sobbing. Standing up, he could smell her grief. Her vulnerablility. Her innocence. Padding over, the old cat's honeyed eyes widened. A soft breath escaped his maw, as if he were torn to see her bawling like a kit. Oh my. Snow, you poor thing, his soft voice seemed to dance around the fringes of the den, while the ebony cat known as Shadowwhisper lowered himself beside her. Always learn your opponent. Never waste an opportunity. What's wrong? A fine, pink tongue slide from between his blackened lips, licking away at the tears that marred the Snow's pure white fur. His honey colored eyes bored into her icy blue ones, his soft voice reeked of worry, and his body was wrapped around hers like a caring elder.
Oh how fine crimson would look on that pearl pelt...
Tagged ;; Snow