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Listening to all the commotion resonating through the door, Helix went rigid, grimy white fur hackled with surprise. The young albino puppy stared hard at the handle, his white pink eyes going deadly narrow. He didn't understand the mechanics behind it, but he knew that fixing ones teeth on the metal and giving a sharp turn of the head could open it. Fidgeting with agitation, he subtly remarked to himself that he owed the thing on the other side nothing, and could just walk away and find somewhere he could wallow in solitude.

But no one else seemed to be doing anything effective here.

Making up his mind, he wrinkled his lip. The albino launched himself at the door, paws scrabbling as he struggled to reach his objective. Finally gaining enough momentum to force himself up and snap his jaws shut around the handle, he felt a momentary discomfort as his teeth painfully impacted the metal. Clenching harder in an effort to not let go, he twisted his head, grunting as the awkward position sent pain searing down his neck.

Nothing, the handle produced a shrill groan but nothing productive. Helix slid groundward again, and looked at it in a stony silence.

Skittering after a ball of wadded paper, yellowed with age, the young albino snarled and snapped savagely at it, as if it had the likeness of some threat that needed disposing of. His pink eyes were smug as he tore wildly at it, leaving shreds in his wake, a complacent look of utter satisfaction gracing his marred features.

Helix was still very much a walking skeleton, with bones sticking out grossly at every angle, but now that he had a bit of food in his system, he did not look as despairingly pathetic. To a cat his size, he actually managed an air of intimidation, snarls vibrating through his body as he determinedly attacked the ball over and over. Shamelessly at that.

Pinning it under a stubby paw, he pronounced as perfectly as his disability would allow, "D-dead."

Was he the only one that felt ... wrong? Watching a cat get ripped apart who had never even raised a claw to defend themselves? With no last verdict, simply a death sentence hung over their head? He liked to think there was a verified reason for it; after all, he did not know what crime Silverskies had committed to deserve her head on a platter. Dead silent, Blackpaw watched Rainlegs go for the kill, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Was he really watching this? Were they really, all watching this?

His brows knitted over his eyes, and a grimace twitched at the corner of Blackpaw's maw. "I've wondering about that too." He had to admit, he appeciated the honesty ... in a way. Perhaps a good, derogatory slap in the face would get him into shape. Or at least, better than a physical one might.

"Thank you Rainlegs," he replied, a little startled, but not enough to shake the courtesy from his tone. The apprentice stood blinking for a moment, before he knocked some sense into himself. He rocked on his heels to limber up, keen for some real instruction. "Where do we start?"

Stormy gaze not focused on anything in particular, Blackpaw was bored to tears - that much clear from the glassy look in his eyes. In retrospect, he didn't have a lot to be bored about; he had spent the day battering himself trying to hunt to the best of his abilities, sparring and failing miserably, and avoiding the place where the meeting had taken place. At all costs. Trying to tell himself, that the faint whiff of blood he'd caught was merely a figurement of an overreactive imagination, not Scarredheart or Silverskies.

Since his misstep into ShadowClan territory and his confrontation with their general, he decided the best way to forget the embarrassment of 'getting lost', would be to help out around camp. Finishing up the last of his chores, the solid weight of a rabbit clamped in jaw, the Maine Coon carried it towards the nursery for a hungry queen. Or kit, or kits, whichever that presented itself.

Then ... well, then he'd probably just wallow in boredom. Look for someone he knew, or resolve himself to another hunt perhaps.

Nice<3 Sorry for the wait! I've had trouble with the internet cutting out on me.

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1027693.new

[font=georgia]Staring hard at the thug, his white pink eyes glazed over with concentration, the newcomer let a low snarl rip from his chest as his efforts failed him yet again. The young cat in front of him was glued to the spot, shaking like a leaf as he stared back at the dog; obviously wondering if Helix was about to eat him alive. Helix gathered himself up, gritted his teeth, and tried again, his glare enough to sear a hole through the thug and into the plaster behind him. And from all appearances, with the immense force he put behind his gaze, did look as if he was trying to.

And still. Nothing happened.

Frustrated beyond belief, the albino pup thrashed his head and bared his teeth, antagonising the cat even further, who backed up against the wall and spat obscenities at him. He didn't mean to do anything, not really, all Helix wanted was to get a message across, and clearly it wasn't working. He was sick and tired of using his body language to communicate, or his ruined voice with its permanent slur. Enough to want to rip his mangled tongue out, the source of the whole problem. But this obviously was a solution that wouldn't work for him.

"Perma," the albino acknowledged the serval soberly, recognising him an instant, a wide, lavish smile cutting across his scarred muzzle. It was a shame he couldn't say more, but the pup at loath to let his speaking disability rear its ugly head just yet, and his shorter epithet for Permafrost was something he could pronounce perfectly. That made him all the more happier to speak it.

Helix backed up, watching with a keen, dark curiosity in his pale eyes to see what method the serval would apply.

Jerking his head back, he angled his muzzle towards Frostbite, narrowed eyes querying. The thug he had cornered whipped past him, catching Helix on the side of the face with a angry flash of claws as he went past. Blinking in surprise, the dog stared dumbly after as thin lines of blood discoloured his white fur. Oh, he probably deserved it anyway.

Rounding back on Frostbite, his expression was one of unrestrained curiosity. "How?" he thought back, wondering subtly if he needed to think in feline, in order for him to understand. Normally his opinion on cats - disqualifying servals like Magus and Permafrost, whose size had the pup in throes of hero worship - was rather lacking, but the fact that this one could communicate like this changed things. "Does that mean you can hear me. Right now? Everything that I’m thinking?"

WHAT
WHAT PLOT
*tackles cereal*

Feeshy
Would you like a thread with Helix and Permafrost?
So Helly can love on him

A smile twitched at the corner of his maw. "Touché." Blackpaw was subtly glad when Nebulapaw seated herself nearby, that she didn't decide to ask this stranger his name and leave it at that. Frontal, offhand aloofness did nothing to dent his usually amiable nature, but his lack of friends was starting to get to him. It was a strange thing for him, trying to break into this tightly knit community - the multitude of faces he'd been thrust into - and harder than he expected. It was clear to him that not everyone thought of him as their clanmate yet; he was still regarded as an unfamiliar newcomer. A tenderfoot. It was a title tacked to his name for the time being, but he could live with it.

"I did used to be. A loner, that is. And probably by your terms, a bit of a fool too," he remarked honestly, remembering with amusement Benedictpaw's stony reclusion to let Cinderpelt feed him a mouse, before he'd first joined up and was still parading round as a loner. What had it been? A violation of the warrior code, something he hadn't known existed for a long time? He was happy to be out of that rut; his stint at living for himself had been just short of hopeless. Now that he had the basics under his belt - how to fight and hunt - he would be much better suited to being a loner now, but he had no intention of leaving. Clan life was something that had grown on him, he liked the sense that he belonged to a community.

Blackpaw studied her quietly, wondering at the amount of earth caked into her fur, but not enough to ask. Her question surprised him, and he jerked his gaze up to meet hers again. Had anyone asked him this yet? No, Benedictpaw had come close, but no one had actually posed it to him. "To be frank, I didn't really think about that at the time. It was just an impromptu decision. I suppose, at the back of my mind, it was because I wanted to belong to something that was ... bigger than myself. Something that gave me real purpose." He looked rueful. "That didn't sound as sentimental in my head."

Helix watched as a drop of scarlet plinked against the floor, but shook his head in denial of it. "A scratch, it doesn't bother me." He was more concerned about how Frostbite's abilities worked, and a lot more than concerned, more in full frontal admiration of. In a half crouch, he crept forward on his short legs, pale eyes wide with an almost playful curiosity. Although, he deadpanned heavily at the inquiry. Rather than answer, he simply let his jaws open, revealing a flat pink tongue. What was disturbing about it, was the missing half of it - an ugly, puckered pink scar running down the length of it. "It makes it hard to talk," he explained, and would have elaborated further, but simply did not know the words for it in feline. He was stuck to just the bare minimum, but that didn't bother him as much as his speech.

"Show me how," he thought, at the same time scrambling it with his voice as excitement got the better of him, "Sh-sh-show me."

An ear twitched, but he unsheathed them as he told her to without protest. Blackpaw may have been bleak in the skill department, but he retained a calm about him that was mostly unflappable. And, he was reasonably sure that even with his claws out, it was unlikely he would be able to cause the senior warrior much damage, and perhaps she was sure of that too. Himself on the other hand ... well bruises and cuts were going to be a bit of a necessity if he planned on honing himself into a weapon.

Ducking his head low, his eyes narrowing to slits as Blackpaw decided on what move to tackle this with, he deliberated for a moment. He was determined to show her, that he did indeed have a head on his shoulders, not a brick. Bursting forward, Blackpaw threw the bulk of his weight at her shoulder, trying to use his momentum to affect her balance. Then, the Maine Coon would aim a sweeping blow at her legs to try knock her her feet out from under her.

It was a move he had used before, and had at least worked against Rollingpaw, but he didn't feel with much conviction that it would have the same result here. But hell, it was worth a try.

"Yes," he moaned under his breath, cracking open an eye. "As incredulous as it sounds, I managed to get myself lost. No excuses." He deserved their scorn. It seemed that the apprentice was going to execute his fair share of inane things before, well ... hopefully there would be a before.

Blackpaw looked at Ancientsight with a controlled surprise, sceptical. "From the impression that Rookfeather left me with, he seemed quite at loath to not let me go. He was too friendly, for a enemy. Yet, not enough to jump sides and backstab ShadowClan," he said, voice toneless and neutral, completely impartial. He had no right of opinion here, he was merely a herald, reporting what he saw.

Helix's opinion on Atticus changed instantly as the medic apprentice deposited the squirrel beside him. He immediately dropped his tought act, and softened enought to eye him with a grateful look. Perhaps, not every single cretature on this earth was out to get him. Blinking solemly, the albino stretched out his neck and pulled his meal towards him, it taking all his compsure to not tear it apart right there.

He nodded at Freedomfighter in acknowledgement. He could hardly understand why these cats were being so forthcoming, welcoming. What had Helix done to deserve it?

Nothing, but it wasn't like him to question such things.

"I'm on-n th-the opposing t-te-team."

Padding up, a wolfish simper touching his white maw, Helix forcefully ignored his broken, slurring speech with every fibre of his body. He supposed he could contact Frostbite with a thought, but he didn't want to have to talk through the cream tabby, even if he offered it. Helix didn't feel like dooming himself to a tacit silence, he'd just have to man up and get on with it.

The young dog eyed Dragonkit, a heavy dose of friendly rivalry in his gaze. He was ready to burn off some energy, and apply his ambitions to even a silly game of soccer. Winning would be fine, damn fine.

Its mute galore in SunClan. Who started up this trend? x)

I'm interested. *shoots pm*

Unaware of all the commotion until the moment it crashed down about his ears, Helix froze as he came upon the scene. For a moment all he could do was stare, pale eyes wide enough you could see the whites surrounding the iris. Then, the albino pup battered enough sense into himself to move his rigid limbs.

A growl erupting from his chest, he leapt forward at Kaiser, teeth bared. He was as scared as hell, having never been in such a intense fight as this. Sure he'd had a few scuffles here and there, but always one on ones. Yet, he wasn't going to tuck tail and go scrambling. "L-lea-ave her a-al-alone!" He aimed at the other canine's chest with his front paws, hoping to knock the wind out of him with what little momentum he could muster.

WindClan. :P

The sudden force that took hold of him was too much for the young dog to comprehend, and he could only tear frantically at the air with crazed snaps of his jaws as he skidded backwards. His head was throbbing with an explosive amount pain, almost enough to cease his attack all together. But Helix dragged himself back to his feet, adrenaline pushing him forward again as he rushed mindlessly at Kaiser again.