You wouldn't do the same---[p, Grimm]

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    orbs of a certain olive green hue fixated straight ahead as a silvery white tom moved forward, soft pads barely making a sound as a shaded tabby crouched though the miniscule patches of grass; it seemed they were scattered across the humdrum expanse of grey concrete, so he couldn't stay undetected. that was a shame. claws getting entangled in a wet batch of elongated moss stretching along the imperfections in the ground below, a muscular silhouette took a whiff of the cold air, dripping with the pungent scent of fresh blood. complication waved his tail in a smooth motion as he stretched his legs. '' I wonder what's going on on the battlefield.'' the son of crossbones and du'an inquired silently, outstretching his ears to faintly pick up the screeches and battle cries that echoed in lands beyond his vicinity. rhythmically brushing his rough tongue against his mud-covered paw, complication let a brief sigh escape his mouth as a frigid breeze nipped at his pale nose.

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    Steelpaw had been beaten bloody, almost to a pulp. The silver tabby she-cat's fur was so soaked in scarlet that it looked like she was some sort of demon from the nether regions of the after life. Of course, most of it wasn't hers; she had given a couple of warriors a good clawing.


    There she was now, struggling in the jaws of a BloodClanner, almost half-unconscious. "Get off me!" she hissed, swatting at the tom. The warrior stumbled a bit before Steelpaw lunged, clawing viciously at the tom's tabby pelt.

    complication's twin optics widened at the site of the vicious showdown, almost frozen in fear by the vehemence being shown between these two cats. '' Stop!'' he shouted desperately, almost knowing that his cries would go unheard, and that his voice was useless in the heat of a battle already ensued. shivering a bit as nervousness flooded his judgement, the tom rushed at the fighting felines and and put himself in between them, hoping that one of his own clanmates would halt at the thought of clawing through him to get to an enemy. but he didn't know many cats well, so this was the biggest gamble he'd ever taken in his confusing life, and he felt a bit of regret tugging at his skin already. closing his eyes as the piercing sounds of hisses and claws drained all other sound from his ears, complication let his body go limp in between the flagrant cats.

    The BloodClanner, cowed by Steelpaw's show of ferocity, had fled with his tail tucked between his legs. With a triumphant grin, the silver tabby gloated a bit before slumping down, adrenaline rush draining from her injured body. Gasping, the apprentice turned and spotted the other BloodClanner.


    A small sneer of disgust crossed her face. "What are you doing?" she snapped.

    ''nuthin'.'' the silver tabby retorted, turning his head away from the riverclanner. in truth, he wasn't nearly as disgusted with her as she was with him, but what imbecile would let her know that? '' so, why were you fightin' that guy?'' he had started to develop a bit of his mother's accent; subconsciously of course, and now sounded a bit more like crossbones in every sentence. of course, prolonged exposure to her way of talking caused this change in speech, but complication didn't mind it. in fact, he enjoyed talking like this over his old way of speaking. resting his falsely-disgusted gaze upon the ferocious silver tabby, he mockingly spoke, in a manner he'd never been raised to. '' come on, i'll give you the first hit,'' he said, ''since you're a girl.'' oh, what had he started now? he was in no way sexist and he didn't want to be. but why was he saying all these rude things? i mean, she was as regular as any other feline, right? why did he change his persona at the sight of her?

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    "Idiot!" Steelpaw snapped, her tail lashing. "You're BloodClan. I'm RiverClan. Ring a bell?" The silver tabby shecat wasn't very amused by the BloodClanner's show. She was weak and exhausted but that didn't mean she couldn't still put up a good fight, especially if it were a life or death situation which she perceived her current one to be.


    "Like I need it," she sharply replied.

    the silver tabby tom rolled his eyes before letting a brief sigh escape his blood-stained maw. ''I don't want to fight you.'' he said simply, shrugging his shoulders briefly. that was easier than lying and acting like a completely different person than before. '' can I do anything for you, riverclanner?'' in all honesty, he really did not enjoy the dispute going on between bloodclan and riverclan, but he had no power to stop it; so whatever, there was no use. this she-cat couldn't be that bad, right? no one is born vicious, there had to be a reason behind it in the first place. letting his feathery tail fall to the ground with a thud, complication smiled innocently at the young feline, hoping she would understand this as a sign of peace. but he would fight if he had to, and trust me, this tom was no walk in the park to battle with. but he hoped for the best; and a battle ensuing was not it.

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    "Get away from me," Steelpaw snapped quickly in reply, her tongue as sharp as her claws or fangs. The silver she-cat began dragging herself back into the outside of the den, her pawsteps printing blood on the ground like some sort of demonic stamp. The din of the battle was loud outside, a cacophony of screeching, yowling, screaming, hissing, snarling...


    She just wanted to get away from it all right now; back home to RiverClan. The last vision in her eyes was the river of her home before she fell down with a slump, exhausted from the shock.

    complication's orbs widened at the sight of her collapsing so abruptly, almost so shocked by the fact that he refrained from rushing over to help her. slowly moving towards the blood covered feline, he took one his paws and repeatedly nudged her ribs, hoping that luck would shine over of his lack of medicinal knowledge. ''hello, hello?'' he said softly, not wanting anyone to brand him as a traitor for attempting to help. what could he do? shove random leaves into her wounds and hope for the best? that would most likely kill her than anything else. continuing to nudge the silver tabby next to him, he sighed and shook his head. his olive gaze was fixed upon her, she smelt of fish that had rotten days before, and his nose obviously tried to tell him to move away from the young she-cat, but he didn't. he just stared at her, stared at her, like he would stare at the luminous stars in the sky. he didn't know it yet, but young complication had fallen in love with the young she-cat, and love at first sight was something he didn't believe in, yet he found himself experiencing it right this moment.

    Steelpaw's head rolled limply as she was moved slightly. Oblivious to everything, the silver tabby was in her own dark world, falling through a bottomless abyss that was just black all around. She waited to fall to the bottom but she never hit anything.


    And, what was that voice? It was distorted and it called to her, echoing and bouncing off the walls of her mind, the long tunnel of her consciousness. Her eyelids on her corporeal form fluttered but she saw nothing but emptiness, still drugged by the draining specter of unconsciousness.


    {Should we have her move to the meddy den?}