[size=16pt]FADEDHISTORY RANDELL[/size]
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//EDIT: Oh right TRIGGER WARNING blood
The Elder had simply been wandering around out and about, doing exactly what he had told himself not to do earlier that day. There had been a lot on his mind recently, due to the fact he didn't have to worry about his life always being in danger anymore. He had food for once, but yet he was still malnourished. He believed heavily in 'take only what you can give,' so his hours hunting were often wasted due to the fact he was most likely the most pathetic hunter of the age.
With a weary, unblinking gaze he turned to a nearby tree. He had sensed something moving in it, and he frowned. Exactly who was there? He guessed it was a clanmate, merely, as due to the fact he couldn't smell or see. However, he was proven wrong quite quickly when the creature- another feline- spoke. "Crosseyes, what are you doing all the way up here? Surely you know the sky is Marcus' realm." It's voice stiff and ragged- he knew that voice.
"Get out of here, Glass. You know I'm not that... that thing anymore." He had responded, turning around and planning on leaving. Why had Glass come here, and how had the other cat been able to tell who he was? If anyone could smell, the faintest scent of SkyClan could be traced to Glass, but not enough to it to be considered him a member. Fadedhistory knew he was one of the Singed, a group who wished to see SkyClan fall.
Glass merely chuckled, jumping down and following closely behind him. The semi-NPC had wings, so it was clear he had flown up here. "I know. You are merely Sinarol now, scum the of earth. Traitorish, if you will. Did you know we've done it? We've taken over SkyClan. I'm here of Marcus' behalf- if you return now, maybe I won't kill you where you stand." The winged feline spoke, his claws digging into the earth as he trailed the Elder closely.
So, they had done it. How long would it last? Memories he had cast away unblurred, reminding him of who he once was. He was respected, once. A general. He couldn't be that anymore- it was all a lie. He had to remind himself of that. Everything Marcus did was a simple and pitiful lie. "I don't believe you. You're in no place to threaten me, Glass. I was your commanding officer, I taught you everything you know. Surely you have no intents to attack one whom commands your respect?"
The Elder growled as he said these words, turning around and raising his head into the air, his tail also held high. Glass suddenly flinched backwards, as if the mere stance scared him. He quickly adjusted his stance to mimic Faded's stance, frowning. "I took your place when you left us. We had all figured you were dead. It was not until Opal ... 'reported' of your existence that we burnt your name, and send someone who you deeply loved to kill you. Remember that day? Remember the burning?"
The burning. So that had a name- the day his own brother tossed him onto a pile of burning bodies, the day he had felt so much pain and misery, the day he had died. He had returned, though. He was never the same since. Weaker, more pitiful. Surely not deserving of his past rank. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Shoo, Glass. You know better then to trifle with the past. It is a vain act to enact revenge on another for something so simple, so weak."
With that, Glass dived, scratching the Elder's shoulder and pinning him to the ground, his wings spread wide. "I'm not WEAK! If anything, I'm strong! I had to be the mature one, I had to keep moral up. I may have never earned all of their respect like you did, nor had I saved as many lives as you, but look at you! Lazy, weak, old. You haven't even gotten a new body! What does that say about your morals now, hmm?" The feline stated, pinning his ears and sinking his claws into Faded's flesh.
Pinning his own ears, Faded suddenly rebounded with graceful bloodlust. Tearing at the enemy's stomach, he managed to shove him off and stood up, shaking as blood leaked down off his right shoulder. Pain arose even more at the fact he had moved way too quickly- he was no longer built for fighting, he was no longer made to defend himself. "My morals are stronger then yours will ever be. You never cared for lives- they are only pieces in your war games!"
Suddenly, movement from a nearby bush attracted attention, and Faded was able to sense that it was a rabbit. Glass, on the other hand, spread his wings and quickly took flight, hovering within earshot before shouting; [color=white]"I'll be back, Crosseyes! You'll never escape your past!" before flying off. Still visibly shaking, the elder pinned his ears and started limping back towards the camp, looking strained. "I'm too old for this..." He merely murmured, frowning heavily.