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Mildtail
Female :: Medicine Cat :: 36 Moons Old
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The medicine cat yawned at the mouth of her den. There was a sparrow in between her paws which she prodded but a few times without actually taking a bite. True, she did feel the pangs of hunger in her stomach but something had been gnawing away at her mind for some time now, though she didn't quite know what that was. With a roll of her eyes and an annoyed flick of her tail, she pushed it past and began to eat small bites until eventually, the she-cat finished. The camp was strong and healthy which was fine since it made her job easier. Soon, there would be the first gathering as the moon was nearing its full form. That would be interesting to say the least. All in all, she didn't know why she felt so nervous all the time. Perhaps it was the fact that everything was at peace for so long. Maybe she was just waiting for things to come crashing down. Hmm... what a happy thought.



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Emberpaw
Male :: Apprentice :: 10 Moons Old
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At Icepaw's words he didn't even wait to go in for the first attack. The fiery tom's shoulders bunched and in quick succession that was not expected due to his size, he slunk under Icepaw's belly and out to the other side until he was behind the other cat. Then, he grabbed hold of Icepaw's tail and yanked hard, using his muscles to perhaps cause the white apprentice to lose his balance. As for one on one fighting, Emberpaw had not had a lot of it though his moves were expertly drawn out. Over and over, he would practice with himself against trees or bushes - really anything that he could dig his claws into. He would never back down from a fight. And he would never go easy on any opponent.

Icepaw was blind. But Emberpaw only saw a cat with claws and teeth so. What was the alternative? To go easy on the other? If he did that it would be an insult to booth himself and Icepaw. If everyone took pity on this apprentice than what would they teach him? No, Emberpaw would probably do the opposite and try harder. That's what he believed and if anyone thought it was harsh than tough.

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Venomfang
Male :: Warrior :: 29 Moons Old
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Venomfang turned his head to and watched silently as she disapeared without much more than a sentence. A part of him - and it was a very tiny part - was disappointed but he instantly cursed that part away and continued forward with his eyes stuck straight ahead. Only when he felt a precense padding up next to him when the reached the camp and deposited the eggs did he look up. The cat was Silvertail and she seemed to have something on her mind. "You gonna say something, or just stare at me all day? Because I should really be going..." The silver cat finally shook her head and nodded, "Er, yeah. What's your deal Venomfang? Why do I always get the feeling that you're watching me?" The tom let out a small noise and shrugged off her words. There was no reason he couldn't tell the she-cat of the promise he made to her brother before leaving his twolegs. But he didn't want any ties and he definitely didn't want this feline bothering him with questions. Finally he spoke, "I don't know. Maybe you're paranoid? Leave me alone." The leopard pelted tom turned abdruptly and made way for the exit to the camp when Silvertail hopped in his path like a kit. "You gonna go see Fawnstep? I think she could use some company... don't you?" He could have sworn her brows were waggling suggestively and he responded with a hiss, "It's none of your business where I'm going now get out of my face before I claw yours off!" Eventually she got the message and shrugged, making her own way out of the camp and leaving him in a worse mood than he was in before, if that were even possible. Was Silvertail trying to play match maker all of a sudden? The thought made him shudder in annoyance as he picked through the forest heading towards nothing and looking for nobody in particular. However, when he foud Nobody In Particular's scent he began to follow it with his nose in the air. After a while he spotted Fawnstep a couple cat lengths ahead and he called out, "Hey, what's your problem? Leaving us with all that stuff to carry?" It was an attempt at a friendly conversation in the best way he could manage. Nailled it...



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Silvertail
Female :: Warrior :: 33 Moons Old
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After her lively conversation with Venomfang, Silvertail made her way out to the territory with nothing in particular planned. Her long tail swayed slightly and she picked her way through the forest like a minx. The warm breeze went right through her coat but so it brought a strange scent to her. Cautiously, the she-cat's ears pinned back and she followed the scent until she came to a stranger padding slowly through the forest. A low growl came from the back of her throat but being a cat that would ask questions first, attack later, she approached the stranger with her claws unsheathed. "Who are you, and what are you doing in Marshclan territory. Not hunting, I hope?" her eyes had a sharpness in them and her pelt bristled.

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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."

[taako,]

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{ She-cat, Warrior, 39 moons }
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Fawnstep picked up the pace, intending to keep the distance between herself and the tom behind her, "You obviously made it back fine, didn't you?" she meowed sharply. An empty glance over her shoulder was followed by a short hop onto the wooden path that ran over the marsh. For once the she-cat didn't feel like immersing herself in the cool water. The thought made her stomach twist into knots, giving her the strong urge to hang her head over the side of the path and empty the contents of her belly into the marsh. Hm, how tasteful. Very pleasant mental images Fawnstep, really. Subconsciously, the she-cat meowed quietly in response to her inner thoughts, "Just shut up already."

[famouslyNobody.]

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Mildtail
Female :: Medicine Cat :: 36 Moons Old
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The medicine cat yawned at the mouth of her den. There was a sparrow in between her paws which she prodded but a few times without actually taking a bite. True, she did feel the pangs of hunger in her stomach but something had been gnawing away at her mind for some time now, though she didn't quite know what that was. With a roll of her eyes and an annoyed flick of her tail, she pushed it past and began to eat small bites until eventually, the she-cat finished. The camp was strong and healthy which was fine since it made her job easier. Soon, there would be the first gathering as the moon was nearing its full form. That would be interesting to say the least. All in all, she didn't know why she felt so nervous all the time. Perhaps it was the fact that everything was at peace for so long. Maybe she was just waiting for things to come crashing down. Hmm... what a happy thought.



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Emberpaw
Male :: Apprentice :: 10 Moons Old
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At Icepaw's words he didn't even wait to go in for the first attack. The fiery tom's shoulders bunched and in quick succession that was not expected due to his size, he slunk under Icepaw's belly and out to the other side until he was behind the other cat. Then, he grabbed hold of Icepaw's tail and yanked hard, using his muscles to perhaps cause the white apprentice to lose his balance. As for one on one fighting, Emberpaw had not had a lot of it though his moves were expertly drawn out. Over and over, he would practice with himself against trees or bushes - really anything that he could dig his claws into. He would never back down from a fight. And he would never go easy on any opponent.

Icepaw was blind. But Emberpaw only saw a cat with claws and teeth so. What was the alternative? To go easy on the other? If he did that it would be an insult to booth himself and Icepaw. If everyone took pity on this apprentice than what would they teach him? No, Emberpaw would probably do the opposite and try harder. That's what he believed and if anyone thought it was harsh than tough.

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Silvertail
Female :: Warrior :: 33 Moons Old
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After her lively conversation with Venomfang, Silvertail made her way out to the territory with nothing in particular planned. Her long tail swayed slightly and she picked her way through the forest like a minx. The warm breeze went right through her coat but so it brought a strange scent to her. Cautiously, the she-cat's ears pinned back and she followed the scent until she came to a stranger padding slowly through the forest. A low growl came from the back of her throat but being a cat that would ask questions first, attack later, she approached the stranger with her claws unsheathed. "Who are you, and what are you doing in Marshclan territory. Not hunting, I hope?" her eyes had a sharpness in them and her pelt bristled.

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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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Venomfang
Male :: Warrior :: 29 Moons Old
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He rolled his eyes and for once made an effort to follow after someone, even if the someone happened to be so annoying he was afraid his fur might fall out. Then he'd end up looking like poor Hollowkit, gross. He flicked his tail in frustrastion and hopped onto the wooden twoleg path after her, his long tail trailing behind. "Now, that hurts. It really does," he commented, stopping at the foot of the path so his voice had to be carried to reach her. If she didn't want to be near him for whatever reasns he wasn't about to force her. And with a sigh he shrugged, stopping in his tracks, "I was just coming to see if you were okay, but I'm sure that my girlfriend could use some company back at the camp. You know, if you're all fine over here." He flashed a smirk behind her back but didn't make any start to move or turn back for whatever reason. He should have. But he didn't. This she-cat barely deserved his charming personality, let alone company. Which was true... because she deserved better company than he could offer. Why am I here again? Whatever.

[taako,]

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F A W N S T E P :

She slowly came to a stop. Turning around soundlessly, she couldn't manage to get out the angry retort that had balanced itself right on the tip of her tongue. Instead she just stared at him, partially with longing, and partially hoping that staring long enough would make him dissapear like everyone else always did. When neither reached a desired outcome Fawnstep looked down at her paws and sighed, almost sounding bored with the whole situation, "Why are you here? If you were hoping to make me feel any worse than it's faaaar past that point. Literally miles away."

[famouslyNobody.]

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Venomfang
Male :: Warrior :: 29 Moons Old
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The tom studied the she-cat and finally let out a breathy if not slightly irritated sigh when he responded, "Fawnstep. I don't even know hwy you're feeling like dirt in the first place." His paws reflexively pawed at the ground, as if trying to dig out the wood with claws he didn't have. Like always, he realized what he was doing after looking down and stopped quickly with a small and set frown. His expression didn't change when he looked back up at Fawnstep with a hard gaze that was hardly comforting in any way, shape, or form. And seeing as that's what he was trying to do - comfort - he felt pretty useless. Clearing his throat he stopped looking at her and padded over the edge of the wooden path, his tail draping over the edge and dipping lightly in the water. Finally, after letting silence hang awkwardly above his head long enough, the tom troubled tom continued, "See, I didn't come here to make you feel worse. Oops. Quite the opposite actually, believe it or not. Great StarClan, I'm awful at this. Let's try the basics, shall we?" He turned to face her and adopted a mock empathetic expression, "Now... what's troubling you dearie? Could it be the fact that you don't quite grasp what the word 'literally' means? Because, I assure you, it is a tricky concept for most cats of meager intelligence such as yourself." In a quieter voice he nodded to Fawnstep, "How am I doing? Pretty great huh? I'm really feeling the emotional support, really."

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F A W N S T E P :

Fawnstep smiled wistfully, allowing her gaze to travel back up the toms form and to his face. "At least you're trying. I think." She carefully padded over to Venomfang, sitting beside him at about half a cat's length away. After sitting in more awkward silence for what felt like an eternity, she turned her head to look at him. Genuinely unsure if she should say what she was about to say, Fawnstep managed to choke out the question in a hushed tone, "Venomfang..." she looked down at the water, watching its slow, smooth movements, "Do you ever feel lonely? Like, even when other cats are around? Because I just...-" A frustrated noise escaped from the back of the she-cat's throat and she squeezed her eyes shut to the point that it looked painful. No feelings, no emotion Fawnstep. You shouldn't be talking to him about this...

[famouslyNobody.]

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Venomfang
Male :: Warrior :: 29 Moons Old
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The silence hung around them in a thick and suffocating manner but he didn't mind it all that much. What was the alternative? Him spouting out a bunch of mind numbing nonsense to a she-cat that obviously wanted to be left alone just like him, but both were too stubborn to take a hint. He didn't know what he was still doing here and it's not like anyone was keeping him. But here he was, all the same. Finally, he became aware that the other had moved to sit next to him and he looked over briefly with an indifferent expression until she actually talked. He sat there silently, his tail dipping into the water again causing it to shudder at his touch, while he let her words wash over him. When she finished - or rather cut herself off - his expression got more troubled as if he were thinking hard. "Lonely?" he echoed finally, withdrawing his tail and curling it around his front paws. He cocked his head and shook it a little, "I don't know. Maybe? No? But for me I suppose it's different. I always push others away. It's the only thing I'm good at. Like right now, my mind is going through a list of insults that I could say that'd make you want to rip my fur off. It's an art." On the exterior, his words were light, barely taken seriously but hidden far underneath was a thick layer of resentment which he kept secret. Then he sighed, "But do I feel lonely... yeah. I do. As much as it disgusts me to admit or even realize." His hardened gaze was stuck on one point in the water, unblinking and cold and a low noise came from the back of his throat, "Why do you care, though? You have friends in the clan as far as I know. And a brother... What does it matter if I feel lonely or not? Because it shouldn't."

[taako,]

F A W N S T E P :

Fawnstep scoffed, "Correction. I have cats that pity me enough to seem like friends. I doubt any of them even know the first thing about me. And my brother... Well that's just it. He's my brother. We've grown up. The whole 'partners in crime' thing doesn't really apply anymore..." She inched a wee bit closer, seeing as he hadn't objected to her initial seat beside him. "As for why I give a single piece of mouse dung about how you feel, I honestly don't know. It's ironic, really. I have no reason to care about you or even socialize with you, but I do Venomfang. I do, and it feels like torture and bliss all at once and I'm not quite sure how that even works, but somehow it does." Fawnstep began to tear up a little but she could also feel a small laugh bubbling up in her throat, "I must sound like a total she-cat right now. I don't think I've ever spoken so many words at once."

[famouslyNobody.]

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Venomfang
Male :: Warrior :: 29 Moons Old
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"Honestly Fawnstep, my ears just hurt listening to it all," Venomfang joked and probably for the first time his lips curled into a lopsided grin and he flicked her cheek with his tail. For once, he didn't mind the closeness and that was enough to confuse him thoroughly. Instead, he welcomed it and he cleared his throat to add more words on top of her mountain of them. "I don't think your brother likes me all that much. Mind you, no cat actually likes me, but he especially seems to give me the stink eye whenever I pass him by." He flicked an ear after a drop of moisture fell from a tree overhead. The water moved and he caught a flash of silver underneath the surface before the fish dove back down to the murky depths. The tom adopted a calm about him that was usually replaced with a certain tenseness at just being him. he welcomed this new feeling, though he didn't really know what was causing it. Except that... he did, and the reason was sitting right next to him. But he refused to except this. Eventually however, he took into consideration everything else she was saying and his tail drooped just a little. She had admitted that she cared about him and he couldn't have any of that. Nobody was supposed to care about him. Nothing good ever came of it and he wanted to tell her this but he couldn't find the words. Nothing sounded right in his head so eventually he hung his head and sighed after thinking hard of something to say. "Waste your efforts on somebody else, Fawnstep. I'll only end up hurting you like I did before. But... the scar will last longer next time."

[taako,]

F A W N S T E P :

The scar will last longer next time...

The tortoiseshell blinked slowly, thoughtfully if you will, at Venomfang's words, letting them sink in. She was beginning to understand something about the tom that she hadn't before and it pricked pins and needles at her heart. Fawnstep pressed lightly against his side, silently relishing his scwnt and the feel of his fur beushed up against hers. At this point she refused to open her mouth again, she could ruin this... "This" was all she needed. Understanding. That was it, and it was perfect right about now. She feared if she said anything else he'd start pushing her away again, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen.

Venomfang, I'm willing to risk the pain.