by yeeee. » Tue Sep 08, 2015 11:21 am
The silence dominated once more. Tense silence filled the air, choking and surrounding him completely. But Batpaw hardly noticed. The clan may have been staring, but all they had to offer was even more silence. And pity. Batpaw really didn't need their pity, he kept telling himself. But it wasn't working. Every second that passed made him shake even more. I'm not a waste of life. I cannot be, too many sacrifices were made. the blind tom thought, repeating those words through his head. But no matter how he twisted the words in his head, the worst they sounded. History tended to repeat itself, and right now, the stupid saying his mentor had stuck in his skull was proving true. Batpaw snapped out of his temporary muddled state as Scorchstar strode forward, perhaps delivering the punishment. But it would never make up for what Hawkcry had done or said. Family? This was his family? One that would stab him in the back, torture him rather than help him? There was always that one, the one that he had to be wary of, the one that hated him. The one he had to watch his back around, the one that loathed him, understandable. But no one had come to his defense.
He wasn't blaming anyone for his weakness, he told himself. The problem was not one cat could give him his eyes back, or change whom he truly was. But where was the unity of a true family? Hawkclaw had been yowling as his claws racked down his cheek, and Batpaw knew his own yowls were anything but quiet. But why had they just gawked? Why hadn't they helped him? I'm not a waste of life. I cannot be, too many sacrifices were made. But it was failing. Just like everything else had. When Larkpelt yowled from right alongside him, Batpaw barely even flinched, although the shriek made his slate eyes roll into his skull. Now the tom came to help. Had he been out of camp? Batpaw was sure the young tom hadn't. Why hadn't he helped before Scorchstar had showed up? Where they afraid to stand up for him? Or was he that pathetic in their eyes, and they were just trying to getting to get on Scorchstar's good side? Regardless of how dark the thoughts were, they did the trick - Batpaw finally shifted, standing a bit straighter yet still looking like a cat in shock due to a real battle rather so than an apprentice muddled after a spar incident. The initial blow, though humiliating and painful, wasn't even the worst part of this.
Steadily Batpaw was realizing Hawkcry had brought much more to his attention. So, so much more. He still cried like a kit, was still helpless, but worst of all, alone. No one had helped him before Scorchstar had. No one. They all showed up after the leader had disarmed and stood down the massive tom. Batpaw felt cold all over suddenly. Doubled with the hole in his fragile mind, the young tom felt as if he would throw up all over himself. Cold to the point that the desert couldn't even warm him, Batpaw flinched away as Jaycloud's tail landed upon his petite body suddenly. Now they wanted to comfort him, guide him away, pity him. Not happening. Ripping away from Jaycloud, the blind tom stumbled numbly for the medicine cat's den. Scorchstar's powerful words reached his sensitive ears, but still, the numbness remained in his head. Even as he heard Hawkcry's heavy pawsteps echoing over the dusty earth as he stomped, enraged. But Batclaw felt n satisfaction because Starclan help him, he was headed to the den to get treated for his cheek and head. How was he supposed to avoid the massive tom?
It was impossible. For two moons, he would see Hawkcry everyday in the medicine cat's den - a place Batpaw actually liked. Even if the massive tom was miserable, it still wasn't worth it, because Batpaw was beyond miserable - it was the way things went. It seemed the massive tom had mastered how to make anyone more miserable than himself in any given situation. That, complete with the ability to manipulate his 'family' - so terribly in fact that they would only watch as he was beaten - made Batpaw increase his pace, wanting to be away from them all. Lashing his long tail, his slate eyes rolled further in his head, as if he wanted to hide rather so than get treated. For two moons, it would be a psychological war he would never be prepared for So, like he had been his whole life, Batpaw didn't have a choice. He had to bear the torture that was to be bestowed upon him with no hopes of escaping. Maybe he should have just crawled to the apprentice den like the kitten he was and hide 'till Hawkcry left the den for the night, but a promise was a promise. Too many sacrifices had been made for him to give up. He had to endure this torture. He had to. Batpaw kept repeating it, until he finally felt one last gush of pure rage. Hawkcry had done this to him, and was now on his ultimatum list, a list that only one cat before him had been placed upon. The initiation ritual? Four words. I hate you Hawkcry. Many a cat had probably said that in an argument, a silly squabble, a battleground. But Batpaw had only said those words twice, the second time being just now. Oh, he never forgave, never forgot. But, the thing is with us 'weaklings' is that we are tormented until we are forced to adapt, forced to become strong. And that is what I am, Hawkcry. I am weak now, but I will adapt. Watch me. But the words seemed to float - Batpaw needed more time, more preparation. And he knew it. Admitting was the first step, right? Padding to the entrance of the den spacious den, the tall tom cleared his throat, and rasped hoarsely, "Softberry? Tinypaw? Splashpaw?"
Tagged ;; Jaycloud, Scorchstar, Larkpelt, Hawkcry [searching for med. cat ~]
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Snow watched as Thorn feasted upon the tender flesh of his lucky catch, noting the unease from the younger cat. But that was to be expected - in the harsh life of a rogue, you trusted no one. Snow was actually surprised that Thorn had been generous enough to let him stay, but hey, perhaps he pitied the old tom. The pearl tom felt a purr rumble in the back of his throat - a deadly mistake. Baby blue eyes locked on Thorn, amusement flickered in his shiny eyes as he saw Thorn's face contort in disgust. You were enjoying your delectable meal - now you scowl at the texture rather so than enjoy the taste and aroma? Ah, what it must be like, to take such small things for granted. Snow watched as Thorn exited the den, before lowering his head. Of course he wasn't about to sleep - no, he would lay there and brood, letting his emotions run their course before he analyzed why. Why. It was perhaps the greatest, most underestimate question in life. No, undoubtedly the most underestimate, Snow determined.
As Thorn reentered, Snow let his baby blue eyes following the younger tom, even once he'd settled down. It was then the silent stare began. Snow gazed into the emerald and light amber eyes of Thorn, almost able to taste the discomfort wafting from the tabbies pelt. More silence. Then, the older tom laughed softly. Silent? Icy? That wasn't his style, oh no, too obvious. Too discomforting, too disconcerting. Standing and stretching, the tiny tom mewed softly, "You don't have to worry, Thorn," Snow said, his honey coated mew softer than usual. Licking his pink nose, Snow continued padding towards the entrance - the sun was almost fully set, and the coyote howls were more frequent, yet the older tom didn't slow. "Rest. Why would I slew the one that showed me such kindness?" Snow said, offering a wide smile before exiting. Had anyone seen it, it was apparent something was troubling him - the bluntness of his words showed it. But, luckily for him, the knowledge was secret. "I'll be back after obtaining some moss." The lie of the century. Snow didn't bother stick around to see the young Thorn's reaction - he had some 'walking and collecting' to do. Heading towards the Falls slowly, Snow then took a right, headed for a rather precarious cliff not far away.
Tagged ;; Thorn
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Mistcloud heard yowling that quickly grew louder - it sounded like a coyote mauling something. After falling, the large tom had decided to take a rest - after all, if he didn't have to, he wouldn't push his leg. Lifting his head, the older tom blinked open his jade open and lifted his head, laying there for a few moments. When the silence fell, Mistcloud decided to investigate and make sure everyone was alright, because in all honesty, the silence unnerved him more than the yowling - the silence was too abrupt. Sometimes warriors truly got into their sparring - if it was any other type of strife, he would've known, because someone would've sounded the alarm. But, still, something was amiss, even if it wasn't major. Probably some clan drama they truly didn't need, with all of the rogues out deciding to pay a visit. Now, they needed to be united more than ever, so Mistcloud dragged his tail out of bed I'd better go see what's going on. Standing up and stretching, the older warrior sat and began to lick his curly pelt clean, before finally exiting the den. The sun was burning low - it was beyond him why most were awake. Maybe it was time to decide upon deputy?
But Mistcloud didn't get much further than that. Seeing Scorchstar's angry stare and Hawkcry's attitude, not to mention Batpaw staggering around like he'd gotten into some deathberries let him know it was indeed clan drama. Experiences had taught him that poking at a raw wound only drew him in and made him part of the infection, so he padded into the medicine cat's den. Spotting Flowertail, the older warrior smiled, although he knew his jade eyes reflected his worry. "Hey Flowertail," he mewed, padding over to her nest and sitting. "How are you feeling?"
Tagged ;; Flowertail
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yeeee. on Tue Sep 08, 2015 11:52 am, edited 1 time in total.
