a night to remember - p, octavia

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    ooc // hope this was alright! nadia


    Tarhearts time in the Dark Forest had been truly ... educational.


    Cougarstar had been her mentor along with Maplefur, and through their constant training had made her into a cold blooded killer by the age of 9 moons. She wanders aimlessly around the Dark Forest, looking down at the clan cats .... perhaps it was time for some travelling. In dream time it takes seconds to hover over the warriors den of Shadowclan, her amber eyes sharp.


    Right below her is a brown pelted femme. Perfect. Tarheart reaches out and aims to pull Octavias unconscious spirit upwards into the Dark Forest. There should be little resistance and Tarheart aims to be seated calmly by the time Octavias spirit awakens in the dingy forest.




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    Loving you, it’s explosive

    Octavia / Shadowclan senior warrior / female [♀] / survivor


    //its perfect thank you so much!


    It had been a rather calm night. The clan seemed to be a peace, and no upset from other clans had caused unease in the molly. Though recent she had found her thoughts had gone slightly dark.


    She often became angry at her brother Nightstar. Why he had chosen Sweetrose to be deaputy and not her angered her. Was it because he let love get in the way, blinding his decisions? Sweetrose had only been a member of the clan for a short time before being promoted.


    She also worried about her clan mates taking the Bloodclan incident as serious as she had. She had never known Shadowclan to brush of something like that, and it caused her to worry about her clans strength.


    She stirred in her nest, dreams of battle and anger running through her mind. Suddenly her eyes sprang open and she was no longer in the comfort of the warriors den. She was in a dark, murky place. The trees covered in black, and the sky a crimson red.


    The Darkforest.


    Looking around she didn't feel as scared as she thought she should. She pondered as to why she was here though. Truly she did t have an evil bone in her body, so why be sent here?


    "Hello?" she called, her voice echoing across the seemingly deserted plains.




    "Speech"

    My oh my, what thoughts you have. So loud! Tarheart thinks with a grin, her sharp white teeth coming into focus first over her pitch black pelt. This femmes mind was a turmoil of thoughts. Cats who trained in the Dark Forest had to learn quick how to protect their thoughts from seasoned pros such as herself - else cats could catch glimpses of what went on. Tarheart seems to have picked a ripe angsty warrior, much to her enjoyment.


    Tilting her head, she stares at Octavia, giving the femmes face a sharp assessment with amber eyes set off by the red skies. She aims to soften her demenour, she's curious about how to get into this ones head. Coming forwards she rests a gentle black tail on her brown pelt. "Hello dear! What in the name of Starclan are you doing here?" Tarhearts face shows genuine concern as if she hadnt been the one to yank Octavia here. "Whats your name darling? Im Tara."


    // i thought maybe tara could be all gentle with octavia and feed on her insecurities or smth?? up to you how this goes!


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    Octavia / Shadowclan senior warrior / female [♀] / survivor


    //that would be really cool! I love the idea!


    With a pelt as black as night and teeth as sharp as a thorn an unknown figure stepped her way. She belonged here, that's for sure, but her greeting was not at all what Octavia had predicted.


    Her voice was somewhat sweet, and strangely reminded her of her mother back when she was just a kit. Her touch was warm? Inviting. Usually Octavia would have been of full guard, but she didn't feel the need to.


    She listened to her speak. She wondered why she was here as well. She wasn't aware of the Daryl Forest and prophecies like Starclan, but if they did, why Octavia?


    "Octavia," she stated as her green optics wandered the sky and ground of this hellish world, "I was wondering the same" she added as her focus pinned on the she-cat.




    "Speech"

    // ahh great! <3


    "Octavia? What a lovely name." Tara purrs with another warm smile. Perhaps shes laying it on a bit thick and she could already tell that being a sun-smiling cat would drain her batteries very quick and she wanted to be on her guard in the Dark Forest. Instead she changes her gaze to innocent and wide-eyed, tilting her pitch black head sideways as her tail makes soothing motions over Octavias brown pelt.


    "Well ... not everyone in the Dark Forest is evil, darling. Some of us just feel lost or confused." She hesitates, testing the waters gently. "Perhaps thats why you were brought here - your name is that of a Loners and yet you are in a clan?" Tarheart aims to look like Octavia being here was a huge mystery to her. Giving a fearful look over her shoulder, she aims to lead Octavia to the base of a tree to take shelter. "Well Vi - may I call you Vi?- its good luck that I found you here first."


    Good luck for her but not good luck for Octavia as Tarheart was one of the more twisted Dark Foresters.


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    "I wasn't a loaner. Not for very long, at least" she admitted. Her mind then began to wander back to the day she escaped. How her mother risked her own life to give her a better one. Octavia wondered, if she where still alive, would she be proud of the molly she had become today?


    She shook the thoughts from her mind. She didn't need to get emotional. She flicked her eyes towards the other molly. Now it was time for her to ask some questions.


    "You have a loaner name too. What's your story?" she asked matter of factly.




    Glimpses of a mother come to Tarhearts mind as Octavia speaks. It appears her mother had been self sacrificing and doing all she could for this femme. Jealous, she stays in the memory a moment too long as Octavia asks her next question.


    How much should I tell her? She wonders before deciding that a little truth with a lot of lie should make do. Perhaps something similar to Octavias tale ... "I ... I had a father along with a lot of siblings and he did everything he could for us despite the circumstances. Unfortunately he did a little too much and worked himself to death." Tarheart gives a sad little shrug of black shoulders. "The clan couldnt support that many kits so they had to send us on our way, hence the loners name."



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    She listned with slight interest. She would admit that was rather tragic. What clan would kick out kits? She angered at the thought. "I'm sorry to hear that. It must have been hard" she said as she slightly touched her tail on the fems shoulder.


    Suddenly there was a loud rumble, causing the hairs on Octavia's back to rise.

    "What was that?" she asked, her green orbs growing from fright.


    ✧ —all I gave you is gold

    Sympathy was always a good sign. A good indication that Tarheart was getting into Octavias head that she could trust her. She ducks her head to keep a grin from forming as Octavias tail skims over her shoulder.


    Her question makes Taras head poke up warily. She doesnt know how to react in this case - does she continue to appear soft to help her case? Or show her protectiveness over Octavia if something does come near? The growling comes again and Tarheart settles for throwing a stick towards the noise. "Stay back you beasts! You're not to hurt my new friend!"


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    ★ ★ ★ To her own shock her fear subsided, and the urge to yell back at whatever was making that sound took over her. Parting her maw she yelled out into the abyss, "Go on! Get out of here before I rip your eyes out through you mouth!" her own words startled her as they escaped. It was almost like she had no control. It also felt invigorating. She had never felt so powerful, so strong.


    With a sideways smile and a happy chuckle to her new 'friend'. "That..felt amazing! I don't think I've ever yelled that loud before." she admitted with another chuckle.


    "Speech."


    - YOU SHOULDN'T WASTE YOUR PRETTY FACE LIKE ME

    // ahh sorry for lateness


    Tarheart gives a dark smile as Octavia is distracyed by her yelling. It seems to do the warrior some good perhaps some tension falling from her shoulders when she turns back to Tarheart, who now has a beaming smile of joy on her face for Octavia. "It certainly looked like it did you good! Im assuming shouting isnt something you get to do often in Shadowclan?"


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