Stream Where Small Fish Swim
Stream's tail lashed, eyes narrowing as he mocked her for the way she assumed certain characteristics against the rogues. "And you are so holy, are you not? You think of all of us as thoughtful, intelligent, hardworking tribe members. You believe that it has not affected us feeding twice as many cats as before. You think that losing our leader, who may or may not have killed Moon, was beneficial for us. Some friends of yours would rather watch us hunt for them, using our familiarity with the territory and their control to their advantage; but this is perfectly alright, no? Shadow wants us to turn away possible joiners, thus not allowing the tribe to grow to its full effect, but this is normal. He got rid of our surgeon position because it was pointless, yet needed their help when his mate Little was rearing kits. I find some ironies here, so if you would like to argue with me about generalizations, I can keep going." There was an ominous silence after she stopped speaking, and she felt for a moment that Oil might consider attacking her for being so bold. All her frustrations were coming out at once. It felt wonderful to get some of these things off her chest and off her mind.
Tags: Oil
Eye of the Eerie Tempest
Tempest's head swiveled around as Lilac entered the small, makeshift den made by Star to house the kits for the night. His ears perked curiously, having seen her around the Outcast area as well, yet never knowing her name. He nodded expectantly when she stated his name, but the next part mentioning his title hurt his spirit a tad. Tempest did not like hearing "the old leader", meaning he was no longer the leader of the tribe itself. It made him worry. Was the tribe ever going to come back for him once they got rid of Shadow? It was a difficult situation; nonetheless, Tempest pushed the thoughts out of his mind. "Wonderful to meet you, Lilac. And yes, I am Tempest, or Eye of the Eerie Tempest if you prefer the longer version," he paused before continuing,"and this is my mate, Spirit." Tempest was unsure if they had met before. He was tempted to ask why Lilac was a part of the Outcasts, considering most Outcasts were former members of the tribe that had been kicked out for violating particularly unforgivable rules.
His attention turned back to Doubloon when he added on to what he asked Star earlier. They were still waiting on a response. Tempest met Spirit's eyes, questions fluttering within the golden depths. He assumed the both of them were curious as to the happenings back in camp, but he felt somewhat offended. Tempest felt a need to protect the tribe, and knowing there were spies made him uncomfortable.
Tempest listened patiently as Star explained the situation. He was a bit angered by the fact Raven was still on about finding back against Shadow. It was just not a strategic plan in his mind to attack from the heart of the tribe, but if she wanted to try, that was on her. As long as none of his own tribe members got hurt, they could have a field day with Shadow and his followers. "Do they have some sort of plan?"
Tags: Song, Leaf, Darkness, Doubloon, Star, Spirit, Lilac
Shadow That Dances at Night
Panic. Even though he moved away from the edge, the force of the impact sent him sprawling backwards. His claws unsheathed only to find open space, but relief flooded through him as he met the ground under paw. He had landed less than two mouse lengths from where the cliff dropped off into nothingness. A deep void that Shadow was well-aware of from a mental standpoint. His whole life had been a deep void, sucking up lives, opinions, rumors, and much more. Little and Talon gave him something to live for with their children, but the void was too far gone. There was too much space, and not enough filler. This emptiness had a force driving him, pushing him to work towards filling that void; yet he knew it was a lost cause deep in his mind. This angered him. Not being able to do anything about a situation is frustrating, and this drove him into a furious rage. A rage against who he was and who he was becoming. A feline that was less mortal than dead. He struck forward, claws a blur, hoping to slice open a powerful gash near Spark's neck. He was too far away to get a decent kill shot, but he wanted to wound her. He wanted to make sure she felt the effect of his claws long after he was gone -- that is, if he did not survive the battle.
Tags: Spark
Flower That Blooms in Shade
Flower felt horrible for abandoning the two, especially Tide, but she did not want to let Ice down. This was her one opportunity she prove that she was not, well, pointless. Entirely, utterly pointless. She wanted to improve herself, and perhaps do something that would make her seem more worthwhile; something that she could tell stories about someday to her kits if she ever had any.
Flower looped around the ship, squeezing in through one of the narrow openings in the back. She kept low to the ground to refract any attention sent her way. Her sights were set on the nursery, and it was not longer before she bounded into it with a determined expression set on her maw. It was not until she was inside that she realized she had not thought about what she was going to say yet. She found herself standing there awkwardly. Flower quietly called out into the gloom,"Little? Are you there?"
Tide's ears droop slightly, "Oh, sure" He said with a slight smile, before shifting further into the ground.
She needed to get back to Ice, so she had to make this quick; but not too quick. Rushing would just make her make silly mistakes. Thoughts raced through her mind. The time had come to make a decision.
Tags: Tide, Crow, Little
Fog from Misty Storm
Mist thought about the question for a moment. His mother Talon was a bit bipolar. She could be really understanding and lovable one day, and then the next she would be screaming at her children to get inside. The actions confused the young tom, but what could he do about it? She had been a decent mood earlier, so hopefully nothing had changed. "She might take a liking to you. I don't think she would get mad about a stranger, especially someone our age." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, peering wide-eyed at the thickness of Wolf's coat. "Don't you get really hot with that?" Mist pointed with his tail towards his flank, having the inner urge to poke it.
Tags: Wolf