BANG BANG! -- open, riverclanner

/ track :00 deer is cowering in a corner

/track! wake is also in the corner avoiding awkward communication barrier

✦ ✧ ✦ A yowl disturbed Waspwing from her restless sleep, rising onto unsteady paws and shaking the sleep from her joints. Tigerpaw was back yet again, the healer nosing the door to the Bloodhouse open. The apprentice was fluffed up and demanding his mentor back, yowling at the top of his lungs and pacing all over the frost-covered lawn of the Bloodhouse. Waspwing wasn't one to get annoyed often, but her daughter had just died so...she was allowed to be a little on edge.

"Stop yelling." Waspwing hissed through clenched teeth, fur fluffing up as the icy wind hit her like a brick wall. She was finally out on the porch, glaring at Tigerpaw with narrowed yellow eyes, tail twitching in annoyance as she stayed on higher ground. Tigerpaw could've been civil and just asked for somebody to bring Caledon to him, that was how any sane cat would get the attention of the leader. Waspwing was just irritated that Tigerpaw had the audacity to interrupt her nap, especially when she could barely sleep without being awoken by nightmare after vivid nightmare.

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✦ ✧ ✦ track omygosh that's my dad but not my dad wow

Today, was not the day to seek the Bloodclan leader if you hope for mercy. His daughter, had only just taken her life. The warmth had shifted upward like the sun over the horizon. Leaving him cold, his skin twitched before a gentle shiver took over his body. ‘CALEDON!’ an arctic gust of annoyance left his muzzle, as he watched his beloved lift from the nest unsteadily. Her drunken state of sleep had worn off and been replaced with a seething bristle as she made for the door. Heavy paws expanded from the nest, long curled talons raking across the wood lazily until it anchored and allowed him to pull his massive frame upward. The skin along his spine crawled as he stretched his way to the door, flanking his restless mate.

The caterwauling hadn’t yet stopped until he passed the threshold, half-lidded hues glistening with vexation as they met with a pacing tabby figure. Sheogorath. He wanted to feel the relief of his brother’s return, but he couldn’t. The child had made no progress on returning to the path in which he was born for. Therefor, the show must go on. ‘ When his brain is fully developed’ he confirmed silently. Though, it was hardly on his mind. He was a grieving parent and a ruthless tyrant, a combination fit for the wold’s end.

"Fox-heart? beyond that I’m afraid. Though, once you regain ALL of your memories. You will realize just how ironic that sounds coming from you. " Caledon’s usual calm eerie hum, was replaced with a slow gruff. "Let me explain something to you, … Waltzing up on my territory and demanding me to do something. I must admit, undoubtedly brave. Right after the death of my daughter, though? suicide. You’re lucky you are Sheogorath, or perhaps what’s left of him." his arctic daggers narrowed, pained by the sight. Though it seems Tigerpaw got himself into one hell of a fight, ‘what if the injury sets him off course? what if he stirs off the path of his former self?’

"I’ll give you an alternative. A chance to win your mentor back. I offer you a deal. " the devil’s maimed lips twitched with the effort to smirk. "You choose one of my warriors to fight in the pit, you win? your mentor goes home with you. You lose? You tell Riverclan you know for a fact she’s not here. " he proposed, a devious glint casting over his sapphirine optics. "I don’t care either way, If Nighstar wants a war. By god, I’ll give her one" he shrugged with a sigh, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tensity. Below his eyes were heated dark circles, symbolizing his lack of sleep and internal warfare.

The large tabby male approached not far behind Caledon. He stayed to the outskirts of the confrontation, watching in silent disdain as this intruder made demands as if he had any say in anything. As if he couldn't be dead in a matter of moments if the leader simply gave the word. This RiverClanner was outnumbered, and was in no position to pretend he was calling the shots. Bune's pale verdant gaze narrowed slightly as he observed the interaction between Tigerpaw and Caledon, his ears pricking at the latter's proposal. Oh, now that would be an exciting event. The pale tomcat prayed that the scarred RiverClanner would accept the bargain. Bune really needed something interesting to go down.

"WHEN DID I BECOME SO COLD" & TAGS

Well things just got interesting though he had a small feeling that Caledon had made a double edged sword with this deal. Yet the monstrous blaze kept his thoughts to himself as he came upon the scene, merely eyeing the Riverclan apprentice with a look of ill upon his maw. Whoever they spoke of it seemed that this was someone they had once knew. Someone he could hardly find himself caring about since it was before his time. Thus he merely sat down, claws dragging up the dirt as he settled his large form beside that of Bune's. His gaze shifted from the apprentice to look back at the leader again. Debating with himself on how this would all go. Frankly he was happy to see that something was happening around here. This was worth the excitement, a wicked grin pulling across his muzzle for just a split moment. Would there be a little game here or would it fall through the cracks? He didn't have a high opinion of clan cats anymore and Thunderclan had proven to solidify it.

He melted from the shadows, having followed not far from the blistering orange male he regarded with a flicker of curiosity flying through his gaze. And what was that shimmering emotion surfacing within the shattered slate- concern? And though it was a concern embedded deep behind a stony mask of apathy it was a concern nonetheless as an inquisitive vision of blue traced along Wild's uneven gait. He flanked the tom, a strong companionship denying the need for any kind of greeting. His silent presence was enough on it's own. There was a fishy scent playing in the fibers of his lungs. Literally fishy. With his other senses already heightened to compensate for the lack of hearing the fine muscles around his nose twitched a few times as the stench punched him in the gut. He could read the situation with an expert precision- the stranger was yelling and the others were mad at him for it. To what he was yelling about, however, Wake had no clue. His paw made a coiffing motion to his chest before drawing an 'X' over his ear and loosely tapping his chest. 'Glad I'm deaf. A joke. For once he felt lucky- lucky he didn't have to suffer the 'noises' that angered the others so.

This guy was show-boating. It was painfully obvious. Whether the confidence was genuine or fabricated, it sounded ridiculous coming from this apprentice, no matter his size and scarring. And the latticework of scars that traced Bune's own body was a testimate to his experience in the field of combat. From two moons old, he was trained for hours every day to fight. You lose a fight, you don't eat that night. In the sixteen moons he had spent fighting his siblings, Bune had only lost four fights. All four of those losses came when he was less than six moons old. Tigerpaw had no idea what he was in for. But he had not been able release his violent nature since joining BloodClan. He made a mental note to really consider risking leaving the territory and snagging himself an inferior. But for now, this would make for a perfect outlet.

"I'm ready whenever you are," the large tomcat rumbled, glancing at Caledon for a moment before returning his pale gaze to the apprentice. "It makes no difference to me where your grave will be."

"WHEN DID I BECOME SO COLD" & TAGS

‘I remember more than you think I do’ tattered triangular auditors swing forth and half-lidded eyes darkened further. Shadows of his brows extended down his muzzle as he fought back the memories of the original sheo’s last words with him. How dare this mindless imp compare himself to THE sheo just yet. He hadn’t went through the life, sheo had, not yet. With these thoughts came unbridled fury, wintery white bristled like spitting fire as his shoulders flexed. He watched absently as Tigerpaw chanted as though the boy was taking fragments of Sheo’s memories and words and laying mockery to them. Hardened karatin extended from his pads slowly, wrapping around the step’s edge and digging into the cracks of the old worn wood. The boards ‘eeked’ in agony to the pressure before he whipped his skull forward and released a growl with the power to quake the earth.

He watched as Bune readied himself, but unfortunately the tides of his patience had shifted. "Oh, Do you now?" his tone could lacerate the world and lick it with salt. Without a moment’s worth of hesitance, The mournful tyrant kicked off with his powerful backlegs, soaring through the gellid air. The dangerous martinet’s maddened cobalt stare was without the usual faint glint of mercy. Ebony snake-like tail curling into a hook behind him to use his land to a death-roll’s advantage. He would attempt to snap his marred jaws around Tigerpaw’s scruff, if successful, he would acrobatically twist over the male’s spine in the sacred dance of war and land on the other side, if all prevailed, it would throw the boy down to the earth. "Then show me brother! show me." he would snarl, pearly daggers glistening, his muzzle twisted beyond fury. His mind, clouded with the loss of Sheogorath and Dualeyes. Could he even handle it if Dualeyes were reincarnated?

I guess bein' an asshole was a bad decision —

^{The ruckus was enough to wake the dead, let alone the silvery tom that would rather join them. His eyes screwed shut, scarred features twisted in anger before he slammed his paw to the metal, rising to bound out of the belly of the metal beast he had made into his nest only to end up ontop of another, green eyes narrowed as he stared into the yard from his perch, stoic gaze flicking first to the dangerous leader, Caledon, than to the scrap who dared challenge the ant hill. He narrowed his eyes, persian and maine coon features had combined to make the large tom even bigger, small, rounded ears flicked behind his skull as he analyzed the creature in his domain.}

^{That was fur he would never forget, ever. The wretched tom who had his first licks on the young Chucky, leaving him with only the beginning of his disfigured journey. It took everything in his body, from the tips of his whiskers to the marrow in his bones, to not leap down there and end the stupid kit's life who had dared leave his mark on him first. Chucky instead, watched angrily for the next move, his fur bristling and green eyes filled with rage and no mercy as they raked across the ground for the next cat to make the move, anyone to bring this pitiful excuse down a few sizes. The young prince, a growing god, finally felt his gaze rest on the russet pelt of his sworn enemy, the creature he vowed if Caledon didn't end, he'd track down and finish the job for his leader.}

The sway of the youth’s emotions were clear on his face, but the wiggly worm slipped from the hawk’s grasp making his pearly daggers clatter together in the midst of air. His paws thudded the earth, and he raised a brow as claws anchored themself into the side of his neck, feeling the apprentice’s weight shift with the motive to preform a straddling attack. Caledon didn’t often go for that move, it was certainly a youth-specific criteria. It always ended up with his weight crushing the opponent, In this case the muscles strapped around his bony legs bulged as the added weight clung to him. As soon as the tabby lacerated the skin that blanketed his bony shoulders the Leader grunted and bucked like a wild mustang.

Seemed Tigerpaw had maneuvered as if on queue, for he stood a good distance from a quick retaliation. The male’s brogue accent only driving the steel shaft of the nail deeper into his nerves. Whipping around, he sent a wall of snow to the east of his pivoting frame. The mass of winter and hell upon ebony paws as he hissed, "You are nothing like your grandfather yet. You spit on his name with this performance. " his tone melted into his growl. Something was laced deviously into his fighting technique, something very familiar. If anything, it was his past playing a child like a puppet. "Why can’t you just snap out of it. If you really had your memories, you wouldn’t be risking your life for a Riverclanner, let alone calling anyone your mentor. The real Sheo has nothing more to learn" he snapped venomously, the fur along his spine falling to deceive his victim.

Whipping his forearm forward, he would fake a swipe to the male’s injured side before dipping and sliding his hind-leg forward to balance before lashing out skyward like a viper with his left paw. With a flurry of veteran claws he would aim to drag up against the grain of the apprentice’s chin to end the voice that broke his heart one accented word at a time. If but enough to distract him, he would bring his other pad down with extended blades, aiming to sink them into the little sheo’s mahogany paw and twist. "You wouldn’t be fighting, your own family. For the sake of Nightstar or any of her pathetic worms" he added, hissing Nighstar’s name out with the purest brand of hate. "The real sheo wouldn’t spit on his own name like that" he would finish, with a swift twist he would aim to jack-rabbit kick the youth away.

Ethel arrived and stood next to Chucky and the rest of her clanmates, watching what was happening with suspicion. Tigerpaw was here before to visit, and now he was here to fight. The thought made her snort. She'd had a neutral outlook on him before, if not maybe a bit positive, but now it was far from that. He fought much better than Ethel, of course, but his behavior was anything but. She had no doubt Cal could beat him, considering how he already looked beat-up himself.

She briefly turned her attention to Chucky, her brother. He was so tense, on edge, as if he wanted to rip Tigerpaw to shreds himself. She'd rest her striped tail on his back as if to help him calm down. This wasn't their fight. Caledon was more than capable of swatting the RiverClanner like a fly if he wanted to. Tigerpaw was a fool, too full of himself. The silver tabby tracked the fight with cold, narrowed green eyes.

"speech"