DARK TIDINGS - open; bloodclanner
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Leafgaze
The scent of BloodClan was strong, even with the cold winds and snow, and it didn't take long for Leafgaze to follow it. It was as though the cat hadn't attempted to hide the fact they were on their territory, didn't care if they were found. And that rubbed Leafgaze the wrong way, for more than one reason.
"You're trespassing." Her brown form could easily be picked out against the white of the snow, tail lashing back and forth as green eyes bore into the stranger, the young warrior standing firm, despite her own doubts about her strength against a BloodClanner. "Do you have business here, other than wreaking havoc in our home?"
As a kit, she had grown up with the stories. BloodClan, the group of murderers who lived within the city, among twolegs and monsters. Even whispers of cannibalism, though Leafgaze wasn't sure to believe it. All she knew was, during her mother's reign, BloodClan was nothing but bad news.
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As a very young apprentice, Driftingheart had been captured and tortured by BloodClanners. While the tom was a sweetheart and loyal warrior to his Clan, he bore no sympathy for the band of bloodthirsty rogues. He hated them with a passion, and believed that ridding them of the world would be a blessing on everyone. But he didn't have that kind of power (yet) and so simply went about his life. For the most part, BloodClan had been absent in his adult life, but that changed the moment he scented the faint tang on the wind.
The blue tabby raced towards the origin, ears flat. He found Leafgaze staring down a stranger, her tone and stance strong. He could admire that. The larger tom stepped up beside her, watching the stranger with a cold blue gaze. He couldn't have any kind of logical excuse, could he?
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“I know what I’m doing, molly. Please don’t act as if I don’t.” His voice was seething, coiling with uncooked anger as he looked upon the she-cat with a hint of demented craze in them. Perhaps he should cool his jets but he was not here for pleasantries or something that would be kindness. No, he was here for confrontation and it had nothing to do with her or her little friend that decided to show up either. He looked down upon the both of them with ease, his massive form shifting and rolling with toned muscles that flexed against bone and tendons. His muzzle curled slowly at the scent of Darkclan that swarmed him and he glared with ease. Overgrown claws shifted and dug into the ground, tearing up snow and ice as he took a paw step forward and then another. “I have business here and I would suggest you both move out of my way. It doesn’t concern any of you save for the one that pretends to be a leader.” Scorn like flashing heat laced his voice as his thick tail swayed back and forth with agitation clearly showing in the male’s body language.
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Leafgaze
Oh, my mistake. In that case, I'll let you be on your way. Safe travels. As if. Leafgaze only stood taller, very grateful for the support that was in the form of Driftingheart, feeling a bit more confident as she stepped to block the tom's path. "Sorry, but it's less us acting as leaders and more warriors who aren't stupid enough to let a lawless rogue wander their territory." The brown molly offered a small smile, one that didn't reach her eyes. Even BloodClan must at least be smart enough to function in that way. The sound of claws digging into the ground had her own unsheathing, tail whipping back and forth and her muzzle curling back to reveal sharp teeth, as though preparing for a fight.
"I'd like to ask you to leave, if you don't have peaceful intentions." Which is highly unlikely. She silently added that last part on.
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JEWELPELT
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The dilute molly stepped in, smelling the stranger on their land. He seemed rather aggressive, didn’t he? Jewelpelt thought Leafgaze could be a little freindlier though. But carefullness is always good. She sternly scanned the cat, Bloodclanner smell laying in the air. “If you’re looking for leader, I can fetch him. But until that, I’d ask you to stay behind the border so you don’t bring out aggression in our warriors,” she said more cold than normal.
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"Wild?"
The name rolled off his tongue, coated in shock and confusion. The fiery tom that stood before them matched himself in almost every way, size, muscle, but Pitchstar couldn't help but realize how his brother looked so much like mother. His eyes were a more striking green compared to the olive hues their father had held. Unease crawled down his spine like a line of beetles, drawing a chill. He had not spoken to his littermate since he left the twolegplace behind. And it was obvious the ruddy hued tom was displeased. "Leafgaze, its alright." The hulking bobtail dipped his head towards his warrior, brushing past her in a comforting manner before he turned his molten gaze back upon the BloodClanner. "Why are you here? And what do you want with me?" There was a hostility to his voice, smothered with caution. He could easily tell this was no heart warming family reunion.
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Flames burned inside and out, claws digging into the snow at an alarming rate and he ignored the both of them. The two mollies meant nothing to him in the face of what he had planned. The moment his toxic mist green gaze landed on the familiar pelt of Pitch his eyes slowly widened and there in the depths of them there was pain, anger, betrayal, and yet even a fondness. But it was over shadowed by his own mind eating away at him every day because of what had happened and his muscles tensed up and suddenly he moved. His large body aimed to careen right into the chest of the other and knock them both across the snow. Claws attempted to grapple and pull the other down against the ice and he attempted to snap his teeth into the other's shoulder. He had left him there with those twolegs, they took him away and maimed him forever. Why did he blame his brother of all cats because of this? He couldn't rationalize it any other way and his pain became fury, fury became claws that dug into flesh and attempted to harm because he was hurting on the inside. "I hate you!" His voice was a seething hiss of words as he tried to force Pitch against the ground. "Why didn't you take me with you!?"
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JEWELPELT
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Well, this was sure some deep family problems! She couldn’t leave ot be though, could she? Still, what could she do against a Bloodclanner like that. She watched terrified as he tried to hurt her leader. There was Leafgaze too, she would try help, wouldn’t she? Jewelpelt felt the urge to protect him, but that would be just pathetic. She couldn’t even protect herself against an apprentice. Pitchstar would be able to protect himself. And he had his lives, right? Jewelpelt growled in disgust of the other tom. WHY would he do that? Why does everyone live of hatred? Disgusting. These people who did so are DISGUSTING. “Get off him, foxheart!” she growled, not being able to make a move
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Will the rain falling down
ever find an ending? —
Jewelpelt was right in the assumption that Leafgaze wouldn't back off if somebody injured a DarkClanner, whether she was close to them or not. That fact it was a BloodClanner only made her more happy to, if anything.
The brown molly had stepped back when Pitchstar had reassured the warrior it was alright, but now, she moved forward, attempting to dig her claws in the area between Wildsea's collarbone and shoulder, and if successful, would try and yank him off the leader.
She had inherited some of her parent's bulky build underneath her thick fur, and she was grateful for that. If anything, it was her lack of experience and the fact the their leader was underneath Wildseas that prevented her from being more reckless. "You do realize if you kill him, you might not make it out of here alive, right? Maybe think about that before trying to kill him?"
The younger warrior felt anger, sure, but if anything, it was a bit muted. Gone was the reckless apprentice who would likely challenge a leader to a match if she was in the mood, and lose miserably. She had quickly learned from her actions, and surprisingly, what could be argued the most rebellious and idiotic kitten of Lily, Obsidian, and Dusk's litter had matured to the point where she thought things through.
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Pitch was in no way surprised when his brother lunged for him. He was expecting it, in a way. There was no way in hell that Wild traveled so far for a mere reunion. But, as he had done when they were kits, he underestimated his littermates speed. The russet tom slammed into him, sending them both tumbling backwards into the snow. Claws dug into his flesh, and fangs dug into his shoulder, drawing forth a low hiss from his throat. The bobtail was just able to catch the BloodClanners words over the roaring in his ears, and andger coursed through his veins. He attempted to use his hindpaws to reach underneath Wildseas' belly, hoping to use his strength to push the flaming tom off. "Take you with me?" He spat, ears flattened tight against his sharply featured cranium."How was I to know you wanted out as well?"
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Ignorance was bliss wasn't it. He was ignorant to how he truly felt, ignorant to how the world wanted things to work for him and he lashed out with unbridled anger. Because it was unfair and he knew it was unfair but it wasn't Pitch's fault and yet he wanted to blame somethign anything and so he blamed family. For not just taking him away from there, not saying something anything. Perhaps if he had left he wouldn't have befriended Wake...but he also knew that he would have been whole otherwise. A pain laced his features but not because of the words thrown at him by one of the mollies and not by the other attempting to pry him off of his brother. His large form was like a brick and he felt the tugging of claws in his skin before he turned and aimed a hefty blow sharply against the side of the molly's head with claws sheathed. It was a warning, this was none of her business and he had no care for if he made it out of her alive or not. This was between him and his sibling and their clan rules could rot for all he cared. But with his attention distracted he was pushed off of Pitch, back legs having pushed hard against his stomach and winded him as he tumbled back into the snow. But he only rose with that fever heat in his pale green eyes as he looked upon his brother's figure. "You would have known if you had asked me. If you had said anything to me at all! Do you even know what they did to me?"
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Pitchstar scrambled to his paws, eyes flashing towards the fiery form of his brother just in time to witness him strike out towards one of his warriors. Without a second of hesitation, the bobtail lunged forth, dogtooth claws extended as he aimed to barrel over Wildseas. "Do not touch my clanmates!" He spat, voice laced with icy venom. The leader would then attempt to scrape his claws through the flesh along the BloodClanners flanks, fueled by his anger and protective instinct. "We hadn't spoken in weeks, Wild!" Pitch hissed, fangs bared. "How was I supposed to know? You could have came and found me, or-or you could have gone to Krueger..." His flaming gaze had darkened into an icy inferno, one that had not shadowed his optics in a long time.
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His eyes narrowed with malicious intent as he watched his brother strike out at him over one of his clanmates that had decided to stick her nose in where it didn't belong. So he was partially right and that these felines meant more to him then his own family did, he should have seen it coming, he should have known but he was blind to it all. His body was slammed into and he rolled, feeling back claws scrap against the side of his face as he braced himself to hop back up onto his paws in an instant but not before hot pain flooded against his flank and his skin was split deeply as blood quickly spilled down his left flank like a small waterfall. It caused him to shudder, head lifting up just a bit as he turned his gaze back to his brother, shaking off the attack to allow his muzzle to curl. "I will if they get in my way. You tell them to mind their own business and I won't actually scar them for life." Though he hadn't attacked the molly with his claws the reaction from his brother was all he needed even as he whipped forward with overgrown weapons of keratin unsheathed this time around to slam them against the side of Pitch's face and daze the male before rushing forward to slam his shoulder into the other feline's chest and knock him to the ground. "Find you!? Find Krueger!? Do you even know how long it took me to even find the clans? To even know that you were anywhere? I don't even know where Krueger is even not after those Twolegs took me away! I had to escape to find my way back home and no one was there. Do you know what Twolegs do? They smile and take us to get cut, Pitch!" He snarled voice faltering as he looked around wildly, gaze flicking toward the Darkclanner before he turned to his brother almost beseeching now, his anger suddenly losing itself as he sat down harshly with ears pinned back against his skull. "They maimed me...."