it's all good || open + capture/torture

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Aleksander's bragging about his Mum, Sango, riled her fur. Thing was, what he was saying was likely true. Sango was probably that type of mum. Fury and protectiveness, just like Rick, was her drive. It made sense that this kind of thing would happen. But he was rubbing it in her face. He was an enemy. This was a different type of torture. Maybe not as effective as to break her but it certainly angered her, pricked something inside her that hadn't been much unpicked before. She felt like a kid. She wanted her parents. She wanted them now to pick her up and save her and take over everything. She couldn't handle this. This? This was hell. All of it was. Little never wanted this. She would rather be dead then do this. Littlestar breathed in and then out, trying to maintain herself before it all exploded. The dark grey tabby began to push herself away but he was much bigger and there was no where to move as he placed his paws on her chest. She stared at him with her glowing golden eyes and felt him push. Push, push. Her breath was leaving her. The little air particles were meant to stay inside of her. Why were they leaving? She felt like a balloon, a blue balloon. Tired. Deflated. And she was getting all her air pushed out. She felt like she was slowly but surely passing. Her head felt bloated. Stop. "Stop." Littlestar wheezed, lifting a paw and weakly attempting to scratch his paws. It wasn't that she was giving up. It was more that he was pushing the energy out of her body. The pups words, Xia, were unheard to Littlestar. All she saw was black cornering her vision. And then gold. Glowing so bright that she realized she couldn't die. She had so much to do. She had to live.

And this little shit won't stop me.

It was almost comforting to hear her angry inner narration once more rather then images of a deflating balloon. Littlestar opened her eyes which she hadn't realized were closed and energy seemingly entered her once limp arms once more and the cat was fighting with all she had to rip Alek's arms with her claws, shred them until he had to let go. Shred them until they looked like raw pieces of meat. Finally, she could hear everything. Someone was talking. Luna? That little bitch from before. She offered the tiger a snarl and it had no shred of weakness in it. It was angry. Tongue? No. You can't take my voice too. "No. You won't." She spat, suddenly moving as if a seizure was passing through her. She couldn't let this happen. Crooked jaw, no tail, no tongue. That wasn't fucking happening. Her voice was all she had. "NO! NO!" But oh, it was happening. The big tigress neared her and loomed over the domestic tabby's pinned down form. Vivid flashbacks entered her mind and no longer could she suppress them for all she saw standing above her was the pink tiger that haunted her dreams, haunted her life. Blindfold. Why was he here? To hurt her again. To take her voice from her. Just like he did with her looks. He broke her jaw and left a little girl wondering why it had to happen to her? Why she had to be so broken just because she left a clan that didn't treat her good? It left a little girl mad. That little girl was still here today. Still mad. Still wondering. Many questions drifted through her mind and the biggest one was why. It all happened to her. And this was just another reason to ask; Why?

Luna's paw was advancing towards her jaw as she snapped out of her terrifying flashback. She was shaking, sweaty, her eyes wide round beams of golden. Her face was twitching. She looked insane and ruffled. Everything that she never wanted to be. GET THAT AWAY FROM ME! And then it happened. Luna grabbed her jaw.

Jaw.
She grabbed my jaw. I didn't feel anything after that. I couldn't. I can't. I just... I just left my body. And then IT happened.
I exploded.

It happened within the nano second that Luna had touched her jaw. Similar to touching a big red button. The dark grey tabby was no longer dark or grey or even a tabby. She was just red and gold and orange and yellow and so was the surrounding environment. She was fire, she was smoke, she was pain. Her 'body' crackled and whipped just like the bonfires back home did. The shrubs that had dotted the place were burning. An npc was burning too, mostly one side of it's body was a charred mess. Turning back to the flame that was Littlestar, you'd be able to see something through that bright, hot mess. Two out of place golden gems. Those? Those were her eyes. It made sense. It makes sense. Fire. I am fire. You will burn them all into ashes. And then you will burn their home into ashes. And then you will burn their allies into ashes. And then you will burn every asshole that did you wrong into ashes too. They will be ashes, painting the sky black.

What to do when burning? Simple. Burn brighter.

// IN SUMMARY::

This wasn't a jumped on plot at last minute, was planning this with Tea for a little while :)) Basically, Little exploded into flame when Luna tried to re-break her jaw. She's still alive with fire so touching her would result in some serious burns. She will be leaving in this thread (back to Hawkclan) when Shining convinces her too! <33 Thanks guys + @Shininglight

#littlestargrimesdisharmony

[center][fancypost=bgcolor;border:0px;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:14px;line-height:140%][font=constantia]Shining had learn a vital lesson early on in his lifetime: playing with fire meant someone would get burned. One could attempt to control the flames, but caution was always necessary. Because if the fire grew out of control, it would only stop on its own. The warmth that the flames provided were a need for surviving in the cold. But that very same warmth and comfort could damage and kill. Shining knew this too well. He had used fire in prior fights, in wars of great scale. A devastating tool of destruction and chaos. One that he sometimes lost control of, and fell into its trap.

Lit was about to repeat his mistakes. He couldn't allow that to happen. Not again.

His appearance into Shadowclan's camp probably went unnoticed- everyone was so busy focused on the spectacle playing out before them. Not to mention the fact that Shining didn't walk, run, or even fly through their territory to get there. He... was just there. At the right time, in the midst of the crowd. Pawsteps carried him quietly toward the burning brilliance that was the Hawkclan Monarch. The flames crackled and whipped, back and forth. Her golden gems- the eyes- were peering out. Though the pupils weren't visible at all, the Shaman could feel them locking onto his figure.

Shining's own sky-blue eyes were glowing. Not as bright or as brilliant as Littlestar's, but enough to be seen. That wasn't the noticeable part, however. His gaze, matching Lit's glare, wasn't happy. Nor sad. No anger, no bitterness, no grief nor pain. It . . . was. Yet it dug deep. Below skin, muscle, and bones, the tom's gaze found its way to her very soul. A soul that was practically burning alive. A fire that had to be stopped and controlled, else the whole world burn once more.

"Littlestar Grimes Disharmony." The voice that left the feline's mouth reflected the manner of his eyes. Crystal clear in reception, even through the smoke and confusion. "Stop. It's time to go home."

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Some would take a look at the pair that currently stood opposite one another and call them enemies. What else could they be? One so vividly livid, flames and all whilst the other was crystal clear, like water. Blue and gold. Fire and water. She had heard the pawsteps. Her senses appeared to be up higher then ever. In fact, Littlestar could hear a whole lot more then a few moments ago. She could hear the labored breathing of those running to see what that sound had been. She could hear the little rustlings of the grass blade as the hot wind surpassed the area. She could still hear the gentle sizzling that was the burning shrubs. Everything. Every little breath and word muttered. It was like she was the world. She knew what was going on, she knew what they wer- Shininglight. The golden orbs that glowed bright amongst the flames seemed to widen. The fire that was she, was staring directly at the blue eyed male. It was him. Family, friend, clanmate. It was him. All the beatings you took. The moment you exploded was the moment he finally decided to come over. What a selfish, cowardly, dickheaded prick. Burn him too. Burn him like you will burn the rest of them. No. But he is a coward. He is not your friend. He is here to scold you for trying to hurt people who hurt you. He is no justice bringer. He is a justice preventer. Kill him and kill them. No. He's my friend. But the flames in her chest did not listen. In other words, she didn't listen to herself. She rose to the occasion and her flames did too. They surged six feet tall and some of the wisps pointed at Shine, dancing threateningly. Never more had there been a prettier display of danger.

But his eyes. They stared at her golden spheres and the flames withered. Looking at me. Looking at me. ME. Looking at me. The fucker is looking at me, kill him because he can see me and all that I am, kill him. He's doing it to aggravate you. They all are. Kill them now! But the glowing blue eyes continued to stare, no amount of emotion to them other then the depth they radiated. They stared at her and not the flames that surrounded her. Herself. "Littlestar Grimes Disharmony." My name. He said my name. The flames were silent other then the occasional crackling. She blinked and lifted a paw, pointing the flames at the Shadowclanners. How she wanted to strike them down with her fire. How she wanted to see their flesh char. Violence was what she wished. But she turned, obeying the blue eyes that stared at her. She turned and stared at Shininglight, her own eyes so bright. And then she vanished into thin air, leaving only plumes of black smoke and burning shrubs that indicated she was ever there.

#littlestargrimesdisharmony

[center][fancypost=bgcolor;border:0px;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:14px;line-height:140%][font=constantia]Though Littlestar's flames raged even higher, as they pointed threateningly at the striped feline, Shining showed no indication of backing away. They'd be right to call the the duo that faced one another "enemies". But he wasn't here to face off against Littlestar. He was here to defeat what she had become: an out-of-control creature of destruction. The orange, yellow and red lights from the flames danced on Shining's white pelt. The hot wind rustled his fur ever so slightly. The scent of smoke and burnt flesh filled the air. Golden eyes locked with sky-blue.

YOU ARE NO JUSTICE BRINGER. YOU ARE A JUSTICE PREVENTER.

I don't prevent justice. I stop vengeance.

SO WHY DARE TO SAVE HER CURSED SOUL?

I can't let the past repeat itself once more.

YOU ARE NOT GOD.

Neither are you.

Littlestar vanished into the air, leaving behind a column of smoke in her sudden disappearance. The warmth of the flames faded as well. For a moment, Shining silently stared at the spot where his clanmate had stood. The eyes of the Shadowclanners were possibly on him at this rate. But the Shaman paid them no mind. He let out, at long last, a heavy sigh. Knowing what would come next.

SHE CAN'T BE SAVED. SHE WILL END UP LIKE YOU.

I will save her. You've underestimated me before.

//all italics are personal thoughts
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