chaos & calculation — [p, fadedghost]

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    ★ ★ ★ heavy paws and reinforced talons echoed upon the cave's stone floor, sharpened like daggers as they left etches within the rock. there would be no way to take them off. his flesh had grown over them, weapons that were infinite and entirely apart of him. it would be a torturous affair, one in which he had no intentions of participating within. besides, they were useful to defend against enemies, perhaps even his former clan. he knew there may be a time to fight them, and he would with full force out of a burning hatred. they twisted him, they crumbled his soul like it was paper and stuck thorns within his heart. they fed his guilt and grief. but, he also came to love them before his friends had began to vanish and his insanity drove him wild. would he ever be able to fight taboa? perhaps, he knew she may take measure in it, but him not so much. wolfsbane liked to think of himself as a gentleman, and he especially wouldn't hurt his friends even if they despised him.


    "we'll start towards the church and then towards the flower fields. from what i've heard and seen for myself that's where herbs grow best here," he began, glancing over to the older tom at his side as they slipped from the cave. "but i'm gonna need ya' to lead us there, i'm still learning where everything is and this isn't exactly the easiest territory to navigate," he finished, flicking his tail. wolfsbane had always been a bit of a talker, sometimes he was quiet and enjoyed listening though he was more outgoing then he was an introvert.


    it was late morning by now, the mist that consumed the territory in the earlier hours had been mostly evaporated within the hungry gaze of the sun's divinity. a soft silence consuming the ethereal realm around them as though he had returned within the tribe's old territory. washed within the jagged mountains and sharpened rocks, thickened forestry and rugged wilderness. it was compellingly familiar to his home, something that brought a kind of nostalgia and melancholy within the tom, grasping at his throat and choking him as the memories washed painfully passed his gaze. he had to shut his eyes for a moment, forcing them from his head before reopening them and his demons had vanished. he'd learned how to ignore them but he had also learned how to put his demons in collars in order to use them, to exploit his fears and worries, to use them for his own lethal power.


    his guard trailed behind and wolfsbane glanced towards the fadedghost, "you got an interest in medicine or were ya' just unfortunate enough to be drug along with me?" wolfsbane questioned, his words rough though his trademark smile hung crookedly upon his maw in amusement. Fadedghost


    "speech."

    SOME LIKE IT VIOLENT

    Sticks and stones may break my bones

    But words may break my soul — Tags


    Fadedghost was trailing along behind Wolfsbane, whom he'd been chosen to share an herb gathering patrol with. The pale tom did his best not to stare at the tom's claws, which were a clear sign that he was indeed from BloodClan. What had LilyStar been thinking, pairing him with Fadedghost? The skittish male supposed that he was a DarkClanner now, not a BloodClanner, though the guard that was following them suggested otherwise. Fadedghost felt a twinge of sympathy for the tom, as even though he'd been somewhat accepted into the clan, he was being treated a bit like a prisoner.


    Wolfsbane suggested the church and fields, and Fadedghost nodded in agreement. Herbs would be easy enough to find in the fields, and some certain types grew best in the shelter of the building. He certainly knew well enough where the church was, especially since Panthercrawl and he had been attacked by coyotes there. Let's hope there's no canines this time.. Wolfsbane asked him to lead, so Fadedghost padded on past him quietly, following the path that would lead them to the church. So far he hadn't really said a word to his fellow, and Fadedghost was feeling a bit awkward about that. He should say something, try to converse, but what? Plus, what if Wolfsbane was annoyed by the way he talked? Fadedghost had never been too self conscious about his stutter, surprisingly, but that was because it was never the stammering that cats made fun of. It was his lack of bravery or courage, his tendency to trip over his own paws when nervous, his inability to fight despite being a warrior...


    Thankfully Wolfsbane asked a question that could lead to conversation, and Fadedghost didn't have to continue thinking about what to say. "W-Well, I-I-I know s-s-some h-herbs, b-but I'm kn-kn-know m-medicine c-c-c-at." He meowed, unsure if he'd answered Wolfsbane's question right. "I-I don't-don't th-think i-it's unf-f-fortunate." He added, though now that sentence just sort of hung there, just as awkwardly as the silence had. Fadedghost wondered if Wolfsbane could tell that he was a bit afraid to be on a patrol with him, and whether that would offend him. Fadedghost knew he shouldn't be, that was presumptuous to assume that just because Wolfsbane was formerly BloodClan that he would want to hurt him. The pale tom had had multiple bad experiences with BloodClanners though, so he wasn't the most trusting of them.


    "Sp-Spee-ch-ch" Thoughts

    ★ ★ ★ wolfsbane was silent as he trailed along with ease, heavy paws leaving paw marks behind within the dirt as his tail lashed calmly. a gaze of silver edges slithered across the territory for any signs of danger before they fell upon the other as he spoke nodding in response before his mouth crooked into a half smile upon his last words, amused before it fell. wolfsbane wasn't entirely sure if he believed the other or not, he seemed uncomfortable or nervous and it wasn't because of his stutter, he could see beyond it. the other seemed introverted, quiet which wolfsbane had never minded though he'd always struggled to keep conversation going as chit chat wasn't his strong suit. "so, uhm-" he cleared his throat uncomfortably, "you born here in darkclan?" he questioned in an attempt to weasel his claws within the others head as if trying to pick him apart.


    the tribe born flicked his tail as they approached on the church, sun breaking through as it illuminated the surrounding area of grass, slipping within the slats of the church's roof. he could smell the aged wood amongst fresh herbs and flowers that had twisted around it's base. new leaf had always been one of his favorite seasons as it was the best for healers, besides leafbare which he oddly enjoyed for he always enjoyed the snow in all of its deadly beauty. "ah, watch out for poisonous plants, they tend to grow well in the shade," flicking an ear towards the shaded church, "my rule is, don't pick any berries, the more tempting they are to eat, the more deadly," he advised with an amused glance, death berries, holly berries, deadly nightshade...


    "speech."

    SOME LIKE IT VIOLENT

    Sticks and stones may break my bones

    But words may break my soul — Tags


    Fadedghost tilted his head, supposing that small talk was better than silence. "Y-Yeah, b-b-born an-and raised." he meowed, Fadedghost knew he was lucky in a way to be born into DarkClan. If he was a RiverClanner, he probably wouldn't be able to swim. A SkyClanner who couldn't climb. A ShadowClan or ThunderClanner planner who wasn't brave or fierce, and a Windclanner who couldn't run quite that fast. And if he'd been born a BloodClanner... Well, Fadedghost doubted he'd have made it this long. "Wh-What a-a-about y-you? W-W-Were y-ou b-b-orn in-in... the c-cl-clans?" The pale tom was pretty sure that Wolfsbane was from BloodClan at least, if not born, but he felt it would be wrong to assume.


    Fadedghost nodded at Wolfsbane's warning, memorizing that fact as he'd never known that before. But never picking berries? True, there were a lot of poisonous ones, but what about Juniper, which helped... Breathing, isn't it? Maybe he should just stick to green plants, and stay away from berries as was suggested. "R-R-Right." Fadedghost meowed, looking around for any familiar herb, though he didn't know too many. "S-S-See any-thing u-us-useful?"


    "Sp-Spee-ch-ch" Thoughts