A PAINFUL HEART - open; shadowclanner

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    She couldn’t live with this, not this pain in her heart that was worse than any wound she had. If felt like fire burning in her chest and tearing at her stomach. She had to see him and rather her clan knew or not wasn’t and wouldn’t bother her. Her paws moved steadily across the brush of pine forest, gaze of vibrant fire and ice looking over the terrain as her chest thudded with panic and nerves. Would he understand? That wasn’t her. It hadn’t been her and she would never attack the tom she loved. Her thoughts suddenly stopped and she halted with sudden surprise at herself. Love. She had never uttered or thought that word before and now she was here doing so now. Her eyes closed a gentle smile pulling across scarred muzzle. “I love him.” She had never needed anyone cat in her life, always thought she was strong enough on her own to get her way. Used others, destroy some and now she felt herself changing. And it was because of him. She needed him like she needed air and oh Starclan she hoped he would pick her. The molly brushed forward with a more confident air, waiting before crossing the Thunderpath. But her paws remained on the outskirts of Darkclan’s border. The ivory and warm brown oriental cast her gaze over the border and she slowly sat, long limbs pulled to keep her balance. And now she waited on baited breath for someone to find her, for someone to find him so she could confesss. Tell the truth about the fire kindled inside of her because of him.


    Of course he would be the first to come across her.


    Pitchstar found himself at the Thunderpath often. His eyes always saught out the other side of the asphalt stretch, wondering what she might just be up too. But he absolutely was not expecting to see her ivory splashed frame. Not after her quick exit at the gathering. ”E-Eveningshade?” Her name choked off his tongue, straining into the cold air as the bobtail stood, shocked. Memories from the other night dominated his cranium, and the leader couldn’t help but feel caution wash over his macabre coat. ”Why are you here? Is everything alright?”


    He felt self conscious suddely about the fresh scarring on his neck. Was she here to take yet another one of his lives? The real question was, if that was the case, would he let her take it? Dogtooth claws flexed anxiously in the snow, his ears lowering against his cranium in his unease.


    ❝ THE PARIAH ❞ PITCHSTAR

    DARKCLAN & INFORMATION

    Her breath caught in her throat, eyes of warm heat flaring up in pain as she saw him. Really she hadn’t expected for it to be him and that he would be the first one to greet her. Her reinforced talons dug into the ground and she looked away. The unease she witnessed in him tore her apart and she almost winced visibly. “Please..don’t...” The molly didn’t want to see him like that. He was too strong for unease to touch him. Her eyes wandered up to look over his pelt of darkness, eyes stilling on the scarring on his neck. It looked horrifying and she had done that to him. It was all her fault because she had allowed herself to be controlled by the Dark Forest. To be preyed upon like a useless puppet for their end game. And Jester was still here, still drew her to that place of no stars and talked to her as if she would do whatever he wanted. Swallowing thickly the bicolored femme would lift a paw as if to take a step forward but she paused, heart hammering in her throat. “It wasn’t me. I would never hurt you. Please tell me you know that. He made me...his monster. You mean more to me then my own life. I swear it Pitchfur. No, no, Pitchstar.” Her voice was broken and strained as her slender tail wrapped around her elegantly curved form. Angular head bowed down slightly as she tried to catch her breath for fear of tears trying to grip her vision. “I will understand if you never want to see me again. If this is pointless but I just wanted to let you know. I’m not a monster and I...I love you...”

    He did not recoil from the step she took towards him. He wanted to rush forward, to feel her sleek pelt against his own and breathe in her scent that was oh so addicting. It haunted his dreams, even even shadowed him through the waken hours. Then she spoke of another being, one that had been the puppeteer to her sinister actions not so long ago. ”So, that was the voice I heard.” Pitchstar murmured, recalling the serpentine tongue that had echoed throughout his cranium as life ebbed from his shredded throat. It was ‘t her. The hollowness that had clouded her gaze was not her. For now, he could see that flame once again in her dual colored gaze. This was Eveningshade. His Eveningshade. ”I wasn’t sure if it was real...” He whispered, half to himself before his ears twitched once again in her direction as she spoke.


    She loved him.


    She. Loved him.


    Him.


    His breath caught in his throat and he almost choked on it. Pitchstar stood before the ivory legged ShadowClanner, mouth slightly ajar and his molten gaze wide. He wasn’t sure how long he stood before her, looking like a complete idot before he was finally able to get his stocky legs moving. The distance between the two was crossed swiftly, and he pressed his cold nose against her bowed head. ”I know that you are no monster.” He breathed, taking in her sugary scent. ”And I love you too Eveningshade.” Pitchstar breathed, allowing a small smile to play at his torn lips.


    ❝ THE PARIAH ❞ PITCHSTAR

    DARKCLAN & INFORMATION


    JEWELPELT

    S♍


    Jewelpelt wasn’t there when Pitchstar lost his life. She was in the camp, but she heard about it and thought of if it could be the same cat who did it to her. Then she heard it was a Shadowclanner. She wandered who could it be. Why would they do that? Did they want a war? Or did they want to weaken DarkClan. Thinking, thinking, but no solution coming. Jewelpelt was eating and laying, so she was a little afraid she’s grow fat. She didn’t want to go for a border patrol of one, that is how she got into the medicine den in the first place. But she scented Pitchstar on the entrance to the camp, and assumed he as well went to clear his head. Jewel decided to go join him, but she didn’t catch up until the edge. Where she smelled a cat. At first, the queen deputy’s tail would shiver in panic, but then she calmed down as the scent of ShadowClan reached her nose. Then she thought about... were they there to take them another life of their leader? She barely managed to hear the words ‘i’, ‘love’... What in StarClan’s... Jewelpelt thought as she went closer to the couple, just to see the two nuzzling each other. Oops. Maybe she should leave them alone. Nah, that would be too normal. Jewelpelt sat down by them, head questioningly tilted. She scanned the Shadowclanner with her deep brown orbs. She looked pretty nice. That collar... was she a kittypet? Nah, she didn’t smell like that or look. She remembered Sheo having a collar like that. Was she a Bloodclanner? Didn’t smell like that neither. Maybe she joined a long ago. Jewelpelt put her own collar down, but this she-cat probably liked it. She too looked strong, so she probably didn’t differ in skills from clan cats as much as Jewel did.



    //of course I’d have Jewel step in and ruin the moment







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    Sparrowflight/DarkClan- warrior/ non-binary / 20 moons

    *:･ﾟ✦ hmmm... an inter clan relationship. Wasn’t the Warrior Code against this very thing? Ears tilted back a tad, before they too materialize from the shadowy undergrowth inhaling the mixed scent of Dark- and ShadowClan. Hmm.. but if Pitchstar was wrapped up in a ShadowClan she-cat, what would happen if the two clans were to go to war? Would he fight her, or turn on his own clanmates. Eyes narrowed the feline tapped their claws to the ground. ‘Break it up you too. Get a cave.’ Oh the wonderful colorful phrases that they cannot utter. Not a single peep.  


    "Speech."



    “I wish it hadn’t been...” She really wished that none of it had been real. If it hadn’t been then he wouldn’t be hurt right now and having to slowly regain his strength. Then everything would have been fine. But alas, things couldn’t be so perfect, not when she was involved. Sometimes she wondered if she was a bad omen merely sent to ruin others but whoever was watching her from the stars she could only hope that she didn’t ruin him. Her eyes resumed on the ground even as she listened to the silence that hung in the air. The gentle breathes of the tom before her lingering and slowly her ears began to pull back slowly. Had she made a mistake in confessing? The molly could live with the pain, she had dealt with many types before though this one might be the worse if he rejected her. But just as she was about to turn and leave the sound of movement caught her ears as she felt the press of his nose against her skull. Her head lifted up as he spoke of her not being a monster and the fact that he loved her too. He actually loved her. The thudding in her heart increased and she just stared at him before moving forward and pressing her head underneath his chin, nuzzling gently along his neck through avoiding what was healing. “I thought you’d never say that. Not to me. I’m so happy I don’t even know what to do with myself.” The question was what would they do about the clans they lived in separately. But her mind fluttered away from those thoughts as soon as she heard someone. Jerking back she saw two felines watching them and both were Darkclanners by the scent of them. Embarrassment flooded the oriental as she settled back from Pitchstar. “Oh, hello.”



    JEWELPELT

    S♍


    Jewelpelt grinned. She really didn't want for the two to feel embarrassed. Love wasn't a weakness, love was love. She have once felt it, and it was painful to lose it. And although for these two especially it could be hard, it was worth it even if the story had to end tragically. "Hey there, young lady. Stopped by for a chat? I have a question. How hard was it to get Pitch? He likes to look cold-hearted, y'know. Don't worry, Sparrow here won't tell anyone. They're kinda mute. I'm Jewelpelt, what's your name?" she chattered, trying jokes for better atmosphere.











    //you know what I'd love? A P thread between these two. Jewel would just be like 'hey girl, ya want some water' and probably guide her straight to the camp asking for the love story lol

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    Sparrowflight/DarkClan- warrior/ non-binary / 20 moons

    *:･ﾟ✦ How dare the deputy give that information away!! The fur on their neck stood straight up, an very angry glare sent her way from piercing forest optics.

    Oh I’ll tell them darling, I’ll find some way just you wait and see!’ They thought, stalking back into the dark undergrowth surrounding them. 


    "Speech."

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    A purr rose in his throat as Eveningshade pulled close to him, her scent wrapping around his towering form like a hungered serpent. He missed her warmth. He missed her touch. He missed her. Bu he wasn't quite able to suppress the memories from the other night. The coldness in her eyes. He feeling of her fangs ripping into his throat. A small shiver ran down his spine just as the ShadowClanner pulled away, but hi brief moment of unease was replaced by embarrassment as the scents of his deputy and one of his warriors drifted forward. "Oh, um..." Heat welled up in his ears as he turned to face the two, pressing his flank against the sleek molly that stood beside him as he faced his clanmates. He wasn't sure what to say in such a situation. Pitchstar had never had anyone affect him in such a way, it was as if the ice around his heart melted away and was replaced with a batch of mothers freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that had just been pulled from the oven. It was warm and welcoming. And he never wanted it to go away.


    The bobtail felt like kitten who'd been caught doing something they shouldn't have. He ran his tongue through his chest fur in embarrassment, a sheepish grin plastered upon his scarred features. He wasn't sure what to say before the two. But he could do nothing now but bite the bullet. "Jewelpelt, Sparrowflight..." He began calmly, voice deep and booming. "This is Eveningshade."


    ❝ THE PARIAH ❞ PITCHSTAR

    DARKCLAN & INFORMATION


    JEWELPELT

    S♍


    Jewelpelt let out a small warm giggle before she watched Sparrowflight storm off. “It’s just me now. And nice to meet you... can I call you Eve? Anyways, you two are like the cutest couple I’ve seen in moons. Keep up with that and you’ll gonna become a pillow, Pitch,” she continued joking, her eyes telling the two they don’t have to feel embarrassed or bad. Jewelpelt loved this so much!