Bloodpaw v.s Juncoflash (Privet!!!!)

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    The black apprentice bared his teeth. "I'm here to feel warm sticky blood flowing over my paws again." With that Bloodpaw leaped forward hoping to pin Juncoflash.

    So in effect, he is an antiClanner.


    Juncoflash narrowly avoided being pinned, though she was knocked aside. The fairly young she-cat rolled back onto her paws, crouching and preparing to leap for Bloodpaw. "You have no place in the Clans," she hissed. "Not even ShadowClan."

    "I wouldn't think you'd care, though," muttered Juncoflash. It's crazy. A halfClan cat shows more dedication to the warrior code than a full-blooded cat.

    "My name used to be Nightkit. Son of Skyfang. Brother of Honeypaw and Tigerpaw. Friend of Bloodclan. Beyond a loner changed my name to Bloodpaw. It suits me. Murder of my brother, Badgerkit." Bloodpaw hissed his claws ripping up the earth.


    OOC-The first pic of my signuture is Badgerkit.

    OOC: In my characters' main family, I have a cat who killed his father who had killed his brother. 8D


    IC: Juncoflash hardly wanted to get into a discussion, but she did. It was her fault for starting it, anyways. "I'm Juncoflash. Daughter of Goldfish and Firesky, and proud of my Clan."


    OOC: I wonder if we could pull off some sort of plot with the two?

    OOC-That would be interesting...


    "My father was a loner, i never knew him. Not that it matters." Bloodpaw shrugged but kept his claws unsheathed like he always did.

    "I'm no-clan. Skyfang joined Shadowclan right before i was born. She was born a loner." Bloodpaw tenced his muscles. According to him, it didn't matter if you had full warrior blood. It really didn't because he was as strong, maybe stronger then a full-clan cat.

    "My dad's RiverClan," meowed Juncoflash quietly. "My mom's a ThunderClanner."


    Now, why she was telling this to a cat who wanted to kill her, she didn't know.

    "Strange. No offence. But in my point of veiw, being half-clan is stronger because you have the skills of a Riverclan cat and of a Thunderclan cat instead of just of a Riverclan cat or Thunderclan cat." Now Bloodpaw was being reasonable and wasn't fighting with was strange. It felt strange to him but he could force his paws to attack. What was so specail about this cat? Yet even though he regreated every word he said, he was telling the truth. It felt good for him to share this. Even better then the feel of blood on his paws. But only with this cat. Strange...he thought as he sheathed his claws for once in a long time. He twitched his ears taking in and soaking in every word that came out of Juncoflash's mouth. The wind blew his black fur from side to side making him shiver. His spine tingled with cold. He wasn't in the mood for fighting anymore. Why? Why didn't he want to feel the flesh rip beneath his claws and the screech of angony as the cat cat fled, or tried to. The way blood splattered his pelt and his claws and teeth flashing in the half light. The way the blood glittered off his fur like it was ment to be there. The feeling of the warm stickly crisom blood washing over his paws and filling his nose with the smell. Sickening to some cats' but not to him. Oh no not to him...

    "In these times, having any extra skills is a good thing," murmured Juncoflash. "ThunderClan's the biggest Clan, but the antiClans, with their Alliance, is surely bigger. And they have Othercats."


    Another mystery: why was she sharing her concerns about the antiClans with an essentially antiClan cat? She didn't know why. Maybe it was that weird fantasy of meeting with a mysterious tom that was coming into play, a dark knight, she could say. But she wasn't nearly as tom-crazy as some of the other cats.


    Why are you thinking about borders? You of all cats ought to know what it's like to be cross them!

    Juncoflash remained where she was, looking up. She was cautious, but she was fairly sure now that this tom wasn't going to do anything to her. Though with his advances that was subject to change.

    He slid forward till he could almost touch her nose. "How does it feel be picked on because your half clan?" He asked.

    "No one else knows," mewed Juncoflash. "We - my sister and I - have always been treated like full-blooded ThunderClan cats. We never told anyone."

    "Oh...i'm sorry for asking then." His paws jutted out from under him and he slipped forward his nose hitting Juncoflash's.