Living a nightmare- Private!-

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Everything was wrong, Everything was all wrong.
LittleNewt could feel Maroon walking underneath him. It was perhaps a odd sight for any other cat. LittleNewt was laying on Maroon's back while the tom strided along. This was hardly to save LittleNewt the effort of walking. No- This was actually a cruel thing. You see, A blind cat needed there senses to know where they were. This included memory and touch. To carry a blind cat- Ment the feline would lose knowledge of where he was. He'd be completely lost.-For Maroon. LittleNewt not knowing the way simply ment the tom wouldn't run. LittleNewt remained silent as he was carried along. Clinging gently to Maroon to make sure he didn't fall- He half feared Maroon would be climbing over a bridge or something and LittleNewt would fall to his doom if he let go. Luckily such was not the case. No, Maroon was going threw Windclan. A place LittleNewt knew by scent, But was not familiar enough to know exactly where they were- He had not explored the territory for him and all the new smells around him didn't give much of a guidance for the blind tom.

Eventually Maroon stopped- And LittleNewt dared not ask why.. No.. He didn't make no noise until he felt Maroon sit down, Causing LittleNewt to slide off and hit the dirt with a small 'eep'. Shaking himself out. He quickly spun himself around so his feet was on the ground- Though it didn't tell him where he was. It was comforting to feel it underpaw... Such comfort did not last long as he soon heard Maroon shuffling around, Next thing he knew he felt the tom gripping his neck and pushing him to the ground. Worry flashed across LittleNewt's face.. This was a familiar situation.. One LittleNewt certainly didn't want to be in. "No... No.. No!" He was beginning. But surprisingly, Maroon simply laid down. Settling himself down until he was practically laying ontop of LittleNewt- Perhaps to keep him from going any where.

A sharp hiss came from Maroon. "Stop moving, Were resting here. We'll reach home tomorrow." Maroon warned sharply. His claws sinking a bit into LittleNewt's flesh as a bit of a warning, And well.. LittleNewt obeyed and went still. His heart was beating so fast in panic, He half thought it would beat out of his chest! It seemed Maroon was simply planning to sleep. Which was a good thing! LittleNewt preferred him sleeping! Though- LittleNewt was in a uncomfortable position. He dared not try to wiggle to escape. Maroon would certainly feel his movement!

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LittleNewt could feel a tremble run threw his spine. He never thought he'd be this near Maroon again. Neither spoke. But LittleNewt could feel Maroon's warm breath on him as the tom attempted to get some sleep.. While LittleNewt.. LittleNewt simply tried to get his bearings. His nose was working and he was focusing hard. It was no wonder that the blind tom cat very quickly heard a voice.. Though he couldn't make out the words- It was a small sound to him, But a voice none the less.. The familiar scent was soon picked up.. And well, Joy rushed threw his paws. Whitestep! Whitestep... Oh no, Whitestep!! The memory of Whitesteps injuries flashed into LittleNewts mind- Whitestep couldn't come here. He just couldn't. He was to injured and.. And.. If Maroon got ahold of him, No.. Whitestep couldn't come. LittleNewt needed to do something.

LittleNewt needed to get Maroon moving, They needed to get out of windclan territory. "Y-You know.. I missed the feeling of your fur.." LittleNewt began, Causing Maroon to perk his ears slightly. "Oh?" Maroon began, Loosening his grip on LittleNewt. Which LittleNewt took a advantage of to roll around onto his back, That way he was nose to nose with Maroon. "Yeah... I-I wanted to come home.. I was just scared you wouldn't let me back.." LittleNewt began, The words felt wrong on his tongue. But he could tell Maroon was falling gently into the lull. "You know I'd never let you go My love.." He told, Softly Nuzzling LittleNewt. LittleNewt needed to get him moving.. He needed to, Before Whitestep found his way to them. LittleNewt wouldn't allow the other tom to fall harm. Carefully attempting to push back his trembling as he moved his paws to Maroon's chest.

LittleNewt's ears gently flicked back as he began. "Can we go home? Now? Please.. I miss our old den.. I miss sleeping curled up in your fur.. Can't it be like that again?" LittleNewt asked gently. His head gently cocking to the side innocently. Maroon seemed to be falling for it, For he murmured gently. "I.. I don't see why not.. It would be lovely if we were in our den by morning.." He murmured gently. Giving a little nod. Not that LittleNewt could see it. LittleNewt allowed a face of delight to come onto his face. He needed to seem happy, Like he missed Maroon if this was to work! Though he was some what pressed for time.. Carefully LittleNewt lifted his head to give Maroon a gentle lick of the cheek.. Though it was a terrifying thing to do, He hated Maroon's touch.. He hated being any where near the other tom..
Whitestep might be in a interesting situation if he spotted LittleNewt laying there licking another tom..-Though there was the scent of fear coming off LittleNewt. The scene looked far like something else- Yeah. This might be interesting!

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And all LittleNewt's hopes of keeping Whitestep out of trouble went crashing down in flames. Why-Why couldn't the tom have simply stayed silent. Stayed in camp! Anything! LittleNewt hoped a Windclan patrol would have come to rescue him.. But Whitestep on his own? No.. He could feel eyes on him, He could hear hurt in the males voice and it panged his chest. But what could LittleNewt do? Whitestep didn't understand. He just didn't.. LittleNewt though had knew the male was coming.. Maroon on the other hand was surprised by another voice, Shooting his amber eyes towards the other tom. His lips already curling up in a snarl. "Who's this?" His eyes scanning the injuries.. This couldn't be the tom LittleNewt had left to be with? Could it? He'd heard that was the reason he'd left in Shadowclan.. And well, Whitesteps injuries matched that idea.

LittleNewt though began with a word that might very well hurt Whitesteps heart. But LittleNewt would rather hurt his feelings then to physically have him wounded. "Baby, Its no one. Don't even worry about him." LittleNewt began softly, Giving Maroon another Lick. But the tom was already starting to move off him and towards Whitestep. Alarm filled LittleNewt's pelt. He was on his feet in seconds. Attempting to move towards Maroon. Beginning. "M-Maroon. Please. Just leave him alone, We can go ahead and leave. Lets just go baby. Please, We don't need to hurt nobody.." LittleNewt squeaked, But Maroon wasn't falling for it. Maroon was getting a bad feeling about this. "Who the hell are you?" Maroon asked with a twitch of his tail.

Still, LittleNewt kept trying. So moving to gently nip Maroon and try and draw his attention away. Murmuring. "Baby, Please." He mewed, Though Maroon spun around on him. Paw lifting and in a instant it was connecting with LittleNewt's cheek. Causing the blind tom to squeak in alarm. Blood trickling down his cheek and soon enough he was pressing his stomach to the ground. The fear was back, He was shaking and backing off timidly. His mouth shutting. He couldn't help it. Maroon was a terror to him that he simply wasn't able to face. Maroon then turned his head back towards Whitestep, Hissing. "Speak, Who are you?" His claws were out of there sheath and his tail lashing. Showing he had little intent to play with this tom.

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Maroon certainly didn't expect when the large tom pounced on him. A angry hiss erupted from his throat as he felt himself pushed to the ground.. Oh.. This cat- Whitestep was so going to die tonight. Claws were already sinking into him and LittleNewt nearby let out a eep of surprise at the noise. Keeping himself close to the ground, His fur was spiking up and before he knew it tears had started to appear in his eyes. Whitestep was injured! He had to do something.. But he was frozen up, Like a deer in the headlights. His heart racing so fast.. He needed to do something! He had to! But.. The Little tom was stuck.

Maroon spinning around in Whitestep's grasp, So his back was on the ground. Snarled. "And he's My mate." Maroon snapped at Whitestep, Aiming to sharply kick Whitestep in the stomach with his back legs while his head moved up in a attempt to get a grasp on anything of Whitestep- Wheather it be fur, Neck, Or ear. This fight would certainly end bloody! It was the smell of Maroon's blood from his shoulders that finally stirred LittleNewt. Carefully the blind tom took a step forward. Panic rushed threw him as he worked to get his voice back to him. Soon meowing. "W-Whitestep. Y-Your hurt! You can't fight him!" Littlenewt squeaked.

Something told LittleNewt that Whitestep probable had no plans of turning tail and running.. Even with as much as LittleNewt was hoping. LittleNewt couldn't see Whitestep die, He needed to get into the fight. He needed to help.. But as he took another step.. Whitestep and Maroon's scent was so mingled. He could hardly tell who was on top. Any attack he launched ment he could possible hit Whitestep. As much as LittleNewt hated it, Whitestep was probable on his own in this fight.

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Maroon let out a yowl of alarm as he felt sharp teeth sink into the side of his neck. Tearing fur and flesh apart, It stung- It really stung! Frankly, Maroon had fought plenty of cats easily weaker and smaller then himself. But this was the first time he'd fought a feline that was actually his size. And well.. It quickly turned things around for him- He could feel blood pulsing from his neck and a realization came over him. That was a decent chance that Whitestep could kill him- That would completely ruin his hopes of getting LittleNewt after all! So perhaps it was better to fight another day? Or simply steal LittleNewt away when Whitestep was no where in sight.

So as much as the small tom hated to do it- A tactical retreat was the best option. With another angry yowl he pulled himself out from under Whitestep and his snapping jaws- Not even waiting a second before the large tom was sprinting off. This wasn't over by any means certainly, Just a better strategy needed to be come up with.
LittleNewt was left there, Frozen and pressed close to the ground- He'd heard some one run off. But the two's scents had mingled very much. Leaving LittleNewt unsure who had left. So he kept his small body to the ground, The tremble still remained on his form as he braced in fear Maroon would come slamming right into him. But such wasn't going to happen.

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LittleNewt remained completely still for a few heartbeat, Until the familiar toms voice reached his ears. Whitestep... He didn't have any control over his paws, In seconds he was moving forward. As quickly as he could scramble with out knocking into Whitestep. The small toms head soon buried into the other males chest fur. "W-White-Step!" He began, His heart was racing so fast. He could smell the blood on the other male. LittleNewt's fur was ruffled. Tears had formed in his green eyes as he stood there trembling. But then in a second he angrily snapped. " I told you not to fight him! You should have ran! What would have happened if he killed you? What would I do If you died?!" He angrily scolded the other tom.

What if he had lost Whitestep? He couldn't have handled it. He had lost plenty now- His mother and one of his best friends. What if Whitestep had joined them? Tears remained in his eyes. Going down his cheek now as he stood there, He couldn't help it. Maroon was a nightmare to him. He was completely terrified. He then mewed. "I couldn't lose you. I..I.." Say it.. Say it.. "Your one of my dearest friends." He mewed. He couldn't say it..

///FRIEND ZONED!-For now-

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