Even an Evil Heart Needs Another//She-Cats and BloodClanners

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    [size=72pt]Silverscar[/size]


    Even the coldest need company, and one of the colder BloodClanner toms was on the
    prowl. He was a young age of twenty-one moons despite looking much older, and he
    wanted some kits of his own to boast about. It didn't matter to him who the mother was,
    just so long as she was strong, protective, and didn't bite his ear off at every turn. He
    would prefer it to be someone he liked--she would be the mother of his kits, after
    all, and he would like to be able to see them--but he would make do if it so called for it.


    Silver flashed through the grass blades as the lithe tom made his way back towards
    camp. His name was Silverscar, something very fitting for him seeing as he was a silver
    ticked tabby with scars all over his body. He had a scruffy look to him, with his fur matted
    and sticking up all over the place, and he appeared to be, well, angry. Not that he was,
    mind you. He always looked that way except for when he was in battle or dealing with
    kits. He was an excellent fighter, and he thought he would make an excellent father as well.


    That thought made him laugh a bit to himself. Not because it was an incredulous idea, but
    because it made him think of his father. The dark grey tabby had seemed very fatherly,
    and perhaps he was a good father, but Silverscar could hardly see him in such a way. After
    all, Darksnare (Silverscar's father) had murdered his mate right before his son's very eyes.
    And that was hardly a fatherly thing to do. Of course, the murderous tom that had witnessed
    said crime wasn't much better himself seeing as he had taken his own father's life shortly
    after becoming a warrior.


    But that wasn't the topic of what was going through the silver warrior's mind. He was instead
    thinking of how he would definitely make an excellent father and how he only needed to
    find some she-cat willing to have his kits...

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    A blur of cream fur shot through his path, and the gleam of claws lit up. A squeak of fear sounded before a shrill shriek of death.
    A she-cat stood before the tom, a thin mouse hanging limp from her sharp nails. The cat blushed. "Hi." She mewed quickly.


    [size=72pt]Silverscar[/size]


    The silver tom flicked his tail a bit in annoyance as his lips curled in his signature scowl.
    "You need to look before you pounce," he told her, though that was fairly hypocritical
    of him. He'd always pounced before he'd looked, and he really shouldn't have any right to
    tell another cat not to do that.


    Spiritflame chuckled. "Funny for you to say that. Use your other senses, too. Not just your sight. What would you do if you were blind?" She waved her tail and picked up the mouse in her jaws. Then she turned around and started walking, hoping the tom would follow.


    [size=72pt]Silverscar[/size]



    He snorted in return to what she said but followed after her nonetheless. He was looking
    for a she-cat, after all, and he had finally found one. So of course he was going to find her.
    It'd be stupid for him not to follow her.


    [size=72pt]Silverscar[/size]


    "Silverscar," he returned shortly, his voice rasping as if his throat had been scarred
    by smoke. He wasn't one for words; never has been, never will be. "What's yours?"


    "Spiritflame." The she-cat smiled warmly. She padded along quietly for a few minutes, then asked; "So.... Your a BloodClanner? I'm a loner..." Her face saddened, and suddenly, her tail drooped a bit.


    [size=72pt]Silverscar[/size]


    "Well, as long as you don't pose a threat of sorts, I won't lay a claw on you,"
    he told her. Had they met during a time he wasn't looking for a mate, perhaps, but not
    at the current moment.


    [size=36pt]~ℱαωη∂ґεαм~[/size]


    So, there's this she-cat... And she's looking for someone.


    That's me. My name is Fawndream...
    ~~~


    Fawndream is a milky brown she-cat with white patches on her flanks. She has white paws and a pale brown locket and tail-tip. The tips of her ears are also lighter brown. Her eyes are the color of the fresh morning sky... And she is deathly afraid of swimming. She's good at hunting, but squirrels aren't her strong suit... Climbing? Psh. Who needs it?


    Her tail flickered back in forth as pale morning light washed over her still form. Her eyes were locked on a water vole... Would she get it? Or would she chicken out, and stay away from the water again; the very undoing of her parents? Could she do it?


    She shook her head quickly. Big mistake. Her long, flowing fur seemed to follow suit with her head and it shook. Brushing against a fern, it made a loud rustling noise. The vole's head snapped up and looked around. It wasn't taking any chances. It dropped the tiny morsel it had been interested in and began to race down the bank.


    Fawndream burst from the bushes and pounded after it, but it reached its burrow and dove in. "Mouse-dung!" She hissed. Now she'd miss her meal. She couldn't go back to the Clan until she found something suitable. She raised her head and parted her jaws, drinking in the air around her. What now?

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    [size=72pt]Silverscar[/size]


    Silverscar stopped mid-step when he heard the voice of another cat, his ears turning
    in the direction he had heard it come from. It was a she-cat. Another she-cat.


    ...Wait, another she-cat? My, my, what a wonderful day he had chosen to go prowling!
    If he could get this one to have his kits as well as the other one he had heard... He
    would have twice the litters to boast about! And that was all a father ever wants--to
    have many kittens to boast about.


    First, though, he would have to get this one to agree...


    [size=36pt]~ℱαωη∂ґεαм~[/size]


    So, there's this she-cat... And she's looking for someone.


    That's me. My name is Fawndream...
    ~~~


    [align=center]So, now that her precious prey had escaped... Fawndream's claws shot in and out of their sheaths in annoyance. Her moondrop-colored eyes scanned the undergrowth. She saw a faint rustling, and something brushed her earfur. What was it?


    She took a few more hesitant steps forward. Was it prey? It had better be. Watch it be a fox! Her tail bushed out slightly at the thought. She pricked her ears and pushed her head out, coming face-to-face with Silverscar and Spiritflame. Oh, goodie. She thought sourly.


    She slipped out of the bush, struggling not to roll her eyes. What would she say? "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were prey"? No, not a chance. Instead, she meowed, "Good-morning, Silverscar." She blinked at the loner... "And who is this?"


    Spiritflame padded closer to the bushes along the path, shrinking away a bit. "Spiritflame." She meowed, smiling a bit. She then vanished into the shadows.


    [size=36pt]~ℱαωη∂ґεαм~[/size]


    So, there's this she-cat... And she's looking for someone.


    That's me. My name is Fawndream...
    ~~~


    She tilted her head. "Where're you going?" She mewed into the bushes. But she could tell the she-cat - Spiritflame - had already vanished... Well, what now? She was alone with Silverscar, who didn't particularly like her... At least, she didn't think he did.


    "Uh, how's hunting going?" She asked hesitantly, then wanted to bite herself. Stupid question! Why should she trip up like this? Her ears swiveled uneasily. Her morning-light eyes scanned him for any sort of threat he should pose to her, but at the moment, she saw none.


    Her tail flickered back and forth, and though she smelled a chaffinch, she didn't dare go after it. What would he think if she did - Wait, why did she care all of a sudden? It was a mystery to her... "Catch anything to bring home?" She mewed, to cover up her other question.


    Spiritflame sat in a treebranch, watching the pair of cats intently. She slithered along the trees as they walked, chatting lazily.
    A sliver of gray sat behind the leaves on a thin branch. She leaned forward and grasped it, finding out it was another mouse. She swallowed it then picked up her catch. Then bounded forward to catch up with the couple.


    [size=36pt]~ℱαωη∂ґεαм~[/size]


    So, there's this she-cat... And she's looking for someone.


    That's me. My name is Fawndream...
    ~~~


    Fawndream shuffled her paws. He sure was quiet all of a sudden. She twitched her whiskers, swished her tail again... Just for something to do. Her eyes flicked to her paws, flicked to the sky, flicked to him, and back to her paws. She didn't like silences.


    Her ears pricked and she turned her head to greet the she-cat as she returned. She nodded slightly, relieved that she wasn't alone now... She stopped moving her tail and paws, and sat down. She lifted a paw and quickly washed her face, then stood up again.


    "Nice catch." She spotted the mouse and praised it. It was quite fat, to say the least. If only Fawndream had made the catch - maybe then she'd be able to eat something back at camp... Her stomach let out a growl of anger. She flinched, hoping they hadn't heard. Sunrise had long since passed, and the scrawny shrew she had shared with her sister didn't help.


    [size=36pt]~ℱαωη∂ґεαм~[/size]


    So, there's this she-cat... And she's looking for someone.


    That's me. My name is Fawndream...
    ~~~
    Fawndream shook her head quickly, though her mind screamed at her to do it. She couldn't break the code. A warrior must feed it's Clan first. "I can't," She replied, "I must feed my Clan first. But thank you."


    Her tail kinked over her back and she ignored the stifling pangs growing in her stomach. Oh, if only she had caught that vole earlier...


    Her eyes shone in annoyance, though not at the loner, for herself.


    "Oh... Yes." Spiritflame recalled the time she had visited GhostClan, then left to find more members.
    She shook her head to resume the present and looked back up at Fawndream, lowering her voice so only the she-cat could hear her. "You like him... Don't you?"


    [size=36pt]~ℱαωη∂ґεαм~[/size]


    So, there's this she-cat... And she's looking for someone.


    That's me. My name is Fawndream...
    ~~~
    [align=center]Fawndream froze. It.. it was obvious? Oh, fox-dung. "K-kind of..." She whispered back. "I've known him since I was kitted." Her eyes fell to her paws as she sat up, her brown fur glimmering in the light. She looked up. "Don't say anything." She murmured, then looked at Silverscar to see if he had noticed anything.


    He didn't show any surprise or emotion, so she didn't think he had... Thank StarClan. Her fervent prayer that he really hadn't had hopefully reached them. Otherwise, he might just be pretending...


    "Why?"