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    Learn from yesterday. Live for today. Hope for tomorrow.


    A lone dark brown tabby sat in an inconspicuous corner of a cave, glad for the sheltered shadows while marveling at the sunlight. A weak ray of filtered sunlight had found its way through an opening in the ceiling, illuminating up the cove with unnaturally positive energy and showing small dust particles swirling around. Even the tom-kit, who favored the darkness, couldn't help being amazed by the sudden change in mood. So long as everyday wasn't like this, it would be okay.


    Matrix–who had recently decided to go simply by Matrix from now on instead of Matrixkit–turned and slipped out of the brightly lit cavern in one fluid motion. He padded along for a while, letting his mind wander while his paws led the way. A while back, back when he had been a few moons younger, the kit had gotten lost in the endless series of caves, but now he knew his way through the entire camp.


    From the way the five moon old cat carried himself, others would never be able to tell that he wasn't just any other apprentice. But that wasn't to say he was arrogant. No, Matrix just had a certain aura that radiated from him, not to mention a rather cheeky attitude. It was quite difficult to restrain it since Matrix had a talent for provoking others that was irrepressible. Except, of course, when it came to speaking with higher positions. But even then, the tom-kit had to concentrate hard and measure his words meticulously. He spoke to them by rote, with pre-arranged responses in his head.


    Quite frankly, now the kit was just wandering aimlessly, though not getting lost. It was impossible for him to lose his way. Spending moons in camp had been more interesting than he could've ever imagined. Nosing his way around had worked sufficiently. But soon, he wouldn't have to busy himself around camp. No, once he was an apprentice, Matrix could roam outside. And his ceremony wasn't too far off. The tom continued trotting around the BloodClan camp, blue eyes curious, taking in everything that he saw and looking for something different to put his anticipation to rest, for the time being anyways.


    [font=georgia]Fate is not without a sense of irony.


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    Caine's attention was caught by the lone kit. THe bi-colored tom strode over to Matrix, green eyes blazing. It was new being out in the real world, as the tom didn't actually belong in the lean and muscled body. He wasn't born with the short-haired, double coated, blue and white body. Caine was Aima's deceased brother, well, not anymore that was. His mother Blindwar had convinced Caine and his brothers, Voodoo and Ladon to return to the real world.


    "Hey laddy." His voice was sharp but friendly. The seemingly tall tomcat took a plce near Matrix, head inclined so he could see the small figure.

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    Learn from yesterday. Live for today. Hope for tomorrow.


    The tom-kit's small, dutiful pawsteps gradually slowed into a halt when he realized someone was walking towards him, either exasperatingly asking what such "a small kit was doing wandering the camp" or provoking him to act like a stuck-up snob. Hey, it had happened before. Strangely, that didn't seem to be the case this time around. No, the larger tom just seemed to want to strike up a conversation. However, quickly assessing the situation, Matrix realized he couldn't exactly bolt away, considering the larger tom had an advantage over a kit, even if Matrix was slightly large for his age. But "slightly" was still just barely noticeable, so really, it made no difference.


    The tom-kit flattened his ears, suspicious and ready for a fight. When the other cat made no attempt to threaten Matrix, he slowly regained the typical visage of a kit, bouncing from paw to paw. "My name's Matrix, not Laddy," he muttered grumpily, accepting the presence of the unfamiliar cat. "So, if you wouldn't mind calling me that, maybe we could get along." Matrix slightly winced inside. Maybe it wasn't too smart to bait the other cat. After all, wasn't there that whole problem with the size gap? But the kit was stubborn and wasn't going to take his words back, so he looked up at the tomcat, steely blue eyes daring the other to show any sign of anger.


    [font=georgia]Fate is not without a sense of irony.


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    Caine snorted with amusement, watching the small tabby tense, then relax, then tense once more. "Fiery young thing you are." he muttered to himself.


    "I guess we have a deal then Matrix." Caine finally answered with the hint of a purr. The spirit had long forgotten what it felt like to be a kit. So it was nice to be around those younger than he.

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    Are you afraid of the dark?
    Well if you aren't you should be.
    The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
    Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.


    {OOC}


    {IC}
    "You are sad, pathetic, wothless! You're less then a piece of sh*t. I don't know why I ever shose you!"
    "Stop it...STOP IT! You can't speak to me like this. Get out of MY head."
    "I don't take orders from you. You take them from me!"
    "Your a cruel maniplitive monster!"
    "I am strong and I tried to teach you to do the same. I showed you how to use yhour powers."
    "No you didn't! Everyone hates me. They think I'm a monster like you. And I hurt Diabolus. I drove him insane. And it's all because of you!"
    "You weakling! You don't need friends. If you are on top it doesn't matter who at the bottem hates you. And what happened to that tom was what should have happened. His mind was weak, he deserved worst."
    "I would rather be at the bottem and be loved then be at the top with everyone wishing me dead. No he didn't! Diabolus is a nice tom. What you did was cruel."
    "You did it! So that makes you cruel. See, your just like me."
    "No I'm not! Stop it, STOP IT!"


    The black she-cat was huddled in a dark corner of the camp. Her pawsz were over her ears as if she could block out the mental battle that way. She was oblivious to the two toms.


    Run Mortals...


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    Learn from yesterday. Live for today. Hope for tomorrow.


    The kit, who had been expecting some sort of retribution or scolding, pricked up his ears, looking at the older cat curiously with newfound respect. Matrix noted to keep his temper in check more often. He didn't need to burst out like this all the time; it was only to his disadvantage. "What deal?" he muttered rather resignedly. "You mean, getting along?" the tabby continued after giving it a moment's thought. He nodded once, pleased with his own answer.


    Matrix's attention was drawn to a shaded corner, where someone was shouting. The tom-kit seemed slightly disturbed by what looked like a monologue of a black cat that had gone crazy. He couldn't help picking up a few words included in the she-cat's conversation. He glanced at the other tomcat, sure that his abrupt change in topic had brought the other's attention to the lone cat.


    [font=georgia]Fate is not without a sense of irony.


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    Are you afraid of the dark?
    Well if you aren't you should be.
    The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
    Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.


    {OOC}


    {IC}
    "Someone is watching you dear."
    Gothika leapt up with a look of purr shock all over her face. Her emerald eyes flickered about as she looked for who was watching her. The black she-cat stopped as her green eyes settled on Matrix. What the heck was he doing watching her?


    She became defensive right away her pelt bristling and her eyes shooting daggers. "What are you doing?!" She said in a hard cold voice as she crouched down narrowing her eyes as if she was going to attack the tom.
    "This is so amusing."
    "This is all your fault."


    Run Mortals...


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    Learn from yesterday. Live for today. Hope for tomorrow.


    Now this was what Matrix had originally expected from the larger tom. He wasn't stereotypical; it was the truth. Cats in BloodClan were born with the innate attribute of being aggressive. Fortunately, the hardness and steel under the she-cat's countenance and tone didn't bother Matrix one bit. He didn't bother moving, didn't even think about flinching. What could she do to him? Instead, the tom-kit spoke, rather conversationally, in a tone equally as harsh. "What? Is it against the rules to look around?" the kit mewed, blue eyes cold. "Let me apologize for being curious. Didn't you like poking around when you were a kit? When there was nothing else to do but wander around camp?"


    He continued, voice unwavering, "Maybe next time you can think about your own past before you speak, or is that too hard?" At this point, even Matrix could tell he had pushed it too far, but there was absolutely no way he was going to give up now. So, of course, he elaborated even more in a scathing tone. "You know, when someone talks to herself, isn't it strange? Can you help glancing their direction? It's out of the ordinary, so of course it would catch attention, if not mine then someone else's."


    [font=georgia]Fate is not without a sense of irony.


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    Are you afraid of the dark?
    Well if you aren't you should be.
    The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
    Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.


    {OOC}


    {IC}
    He was a kit. She was a young, ruthless trainee who was being trained by Bloodclan's best. She could squash him if she so wanted to. Her tail lashed back and forth as she started at him intently. Her curiosity growing more then her anger. This was a strange little son of a b*tch.
    "Get him Gothika."


    The ebony she-cat took a step closer to Matrix.
    "No! I'm not bthe monster you are grooming me to be." She snapped mentally to Desiri.
    She tilted her head and sat down right where she was giving the tom a cold glare.
    "I don't even know what your talking about for I wasn't talking outloud. Unless you can read minds of course. " She said with a small cold laugh. "Your a bit of a smart a*s aren't you? Watch it cause your going to get yourself in trouble there with those b*tchy qualities." She said with amusment rising in her voice. Who was this jerk anyway?


    "And as for my kithood. I snuck out camp at every chance I got. And still do, I'm not even that old." The trainee said.


    Run Mortals...


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    Now it was time to intervene. Their meaningless squabbling did nobody any good. Caine hissed, blue fur raising on his spine and ebony claws sliding out of their mittened sheaths.


    "Calm down kits." he growled, authority replacing his friendly tone. The Tom stood tall, towering over both by more than five inches. Caine wasn't aiming for terror but he sure as hell wanted them to respect his authority. "Tearing at each other's throats won't do you any good."


    "Gothika, your reputation is already tainted. Attacking a ki- young Tom won't make it any better." He continued without meeting her emerald glare with his mint green. "And Matrix, if she does happen to attack you, I will not feel sorry for you. As you are asking for a fiery response."


    Just to make sure they understood, Caine growled once more before sitting back down on his bi-colored haunches. He swished his tail, telling them that the conversation was over and h would hear no more of his. "Now, with that aside, would you two like to train?"


    Cool green orbs blazed with excitement. He had learned many exceptional battle moves in the feld during the year he was deceased. Not to mention that Blindwar had assisted in his training.

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    Are you afraid of the dark?
    Well if you aren't you should be.
    The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
    Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.


    {OOC}


    {IC}
    She was about to open her mouth a reply with a firey comment of her own. I am no kit! But his next words to her stung like a bee. She shot the older tom a green glare letting out a rebelious hiss. "At least I have a reputation. A bad one is better then one at all." She said coldly. "Besides I wasn't going to attack him. What fun is there in attacking a defensless kit." The trainee sniffed as she looked away, nose in the air. Her tail lashed back and forth as she heard Cain's next suggestion. "Why not." She said shrugging her shoulders.


    Run Mortals...


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    Learn from yesterday. Live for today. Hope for tomorrow.


    Matrix looked at Caine, for a moment forgetting that he had been there the whole time. He glared at Gothika as if it all been her fault, though he knew he wasn't innocent either. At the tomcat's offer, he perked up slightly, eagerness quickly replacing resentment. Kits were still kits, even if they were almost apprentices. And so, naturally, he jumped at the offer.


    However, Matrix hesitated to accept when the she-cat had said yes. But the tom-kit batted their small verbal spat out of his head. After all, it wasn't often someone offered to teach him battle moves. "Sure!" he chirped, not bothering to hide the enthusiasm in his voice. The dark brown tabby turned to the black trainee. "And no, I can't read minds, but I know you were talking to yourself." He kept himself from making another jibe and pointedly turned away.


    [font=georgia]Fate is not without a sense of irony.


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    [justify]Good, good. Now most of their attention was back on things that mattered. "Now, Matrix and Gothika, i don't care how skilled you are, but we are going to work on hunting." he meowed.[/justify]

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    Are you afraid of the dark?
    Well if you aren't you should be.
    The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
    Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.


    {OOC}


    {IC}
    In a childish fit Gothika stuck her tongue out at Matrix. "Everyone talks to themselves in the privacy of their own minds genius." She returned his glare with one of her own before looking at Cain. Hunting! I thought he said battle move?! "Why?" She asked with a tilt of her ebony head.


    Run Mortals...


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    [justify]Oh, this is good. Caine smirked devilishly.


    "Now, i don't want to bore you with my history, but there are a few things you must know. I was deceased when I was born, but raised in the field by my mother, Blindwar. And she taught me many things." He allowed himself a purr of amusement at her expression. "And one of those things, was that if one cannot hunt, therefore, they cannot fight."


    Now it was time to wiat for the questions.[/justify]

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    Are you afraid of the dark?
    Well if you aren't you should be.
    The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
    Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.


    {OOC}


    {IC}
    I guess that made sense. Gothika tilted her head as she thought it through.
    "Stop tthinking and just go with it!" Desiri hissed.
    Gothika's ears went back flat against her head at Desiri's scolding. But she narrowed her eyes and nodded to the tom. "Well what's so complicated about this then? When we start our training in BloodclanN hunting is one of the first things we learn." This would be hard.


    Run Mortals...


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    Caine grinned. She was learning. "And what do they teach you to hunt dear Gothika?"

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    Are you afraid of the dark?
    Well if you aren't you should be.
    The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
    Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.


    {OOC}


    {IC}
    "Prey." She said simply her eyes narrowing futher in confusion. Suddenly her ears pricked up and she looked at the older tom with wide green eyes full of shock. "Are you gonna teach us to hunt cats mate? Caus I'm no cannibal." She said with a wrinkled nose. Even though Bloodclan had more cannibals then any other clan she detested the practice. They were thirsting for their own blood.


    Run Mortals...


    Gender:Shecat -- Alliacne:Bloodclan -- Rank:Trainee
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    Learn from yesterday. Live for today. Hope for tomorrow.


    Likewise, Matrix found the idea revolting, yet to him, not too hard to grasp. "Isn't fighting just hunting anyway?" he mused. "I mean, you're hunting someone else down, right? And essentially killing them if needed, just like you would with prey." Now that he had spoken the words, a connection formed in his mind.


    Matrix looked at Gothika, keeping the contempt out of his expression. "And you'd have to eat others to be considered a cannibal, wouldn't you? Hunting them isn't what makes you into one." He turned back to Caine. "We won't be eating any cats today, will we?" It was kind of a pointless question but it was always better to be safe then sorry, right? Oh, the irony.


    [font=georgia]Fate is not without a sense of irony.


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    Are you afraid of the dark?
    Well if you aren't you should be.
    The night is alive and only those who are born under it's heartless grasp can survive the monsters inside.
    Run to the light, for the midnight shadows are after you.


    {OOC}


    {IC}
    She didn't like thia kit. Gothika gave Matrix a cold hard glare. "I may be a lot of things. But I'm not a murdered, not yet anyway." She said with a hard tone.


    Run Mortals...


    Gender:Shecat -- Alliacne:Bloodclan -- Rank:Trainee
    Parents:Kila X Tiresias -- Powers:Project and Manipulate Emotions, Invisablity, ability to see a single spirit: Desiri     [/fancypost]