Posts by Voidstep.

"Hello..." the small warrior returned dully, struggling to focus on his Clanmate's face. More words would inevitably be spoken, but between struggling to dampen the pain and confusion carved into his gaunt facial features, ensuring that his tail didn't slide out of place and expose his leg (even though it couldn't cover all of it in the first place), and racking his brain in a fruitless attempt to recall the bodyguard's name, listening looked to be an impossible task.
The claws of his right forepaw stabbed deeper into the ground out of frustration, but with some effort, Voidstep managed to retract them once more. Best not to let on about his feelings if he could help it - which he wasn't sure whether he could - as that would more than likely provoke unwanted questions that he feared he could not answer.
Let's just hope he's not the type to pry...

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

Voidstep shrugged his bony shoulders indifferently and mumbled, "Sort of..." before pointing out more clearly, "I can't stop you from staring at the stars. Look away." His tail detached from his forelimb for a moment to lash once, indicating the night sky. Then, swiftly, it reassumed its position, snaking around the scarred appendage once more. Why anyone would want to stargaze alongside another, the honourguard hadn't a clue, but he didn't care enough to ponder the matter much. In fact, there was very little left at all for him to care about, as far as he could see.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

As the crowd expanded, Voidstep became agitated. He wasn't used to being around other WindClanners much - despite that he was part of the Clan - as groups made him feel very out of place.
"What, are we throwing a party?!" he flared, his apparent ire seeming to come out of the blue. In truth, he'd come across angrier than he'd intended, but he made no effort to correct the gaffe. Instead, his ears fell back, his tail twitched, and his pelt prickled uncomfortably.
Great. Just great. he thought sullenly to himself. He pondered which would be more appealing at the moment: Hiding his head in a hole, or shredding someone's ears.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

"There's no way in hell that a party could help, moron! Do I look like I'm in a festive mood?" the honourguard spat, displaying his abhorrence of the prospect bluntly. His tail snapping from side to side in irritation, he stood abruptly and edged sideways away from the other WindClanners, pressing his batlike ears to his cranium and raking them all with an unprovoked glare. By this point, he had no idea why he was getting so angry, but he couldn't turn back now, right?
"You should be angry," a familiar voice hissed in his ear. "They're invading your privacy."
It was Yarrowtooth, Voidstep's Dark Forest mentor, whom only he could hear at the moment. At first, he had been uncertain of his right to ire, but now he was positive that he had chosen the reasonable course. Thus, with a new confidence, he stiffly awaited a reaction, fully prepared to tell them all off.
Apparently, the dead tom's influence on the onyx warrior was stronger than he knew.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

Voidstep's stomach began to roil slightly sickeningly - whether it was due to guilt, frustration, or something else, he couldn't be sure. What Grimpaw said made sense, but was it too reasonable to be truthful? For a few heartbeats, he vacillated, half-hoping that Grimpaw had spoken honestly, yet clinging to scepticism. It had sounded pretty convincing, but what about-
"He's lying!" Yarrowtooth snarled, hurling an accusing glare at the apprentice and pacing invisibly by Voidstep's flank. "None of them give a rat's ass about what happens to you! They just want you to be like everybody else; to follow blindly in their pawsteps."
Steeling his jaw, the scrawny tom thought back, "I'm no fool - I won't allow myself to be guided by the misguided." He didn't catch the Dark Forest cat's smirk as his hackles spiked up along his spine in a show defiance.
"I won't be lied to!" he growled, lips rolling back belligerently.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

"About what?" he argued, lifting his head challengingly. "I lie to no one." Before he could consider saying more, yet another cat's approach caught his attention, which agitated him further. He didn't cope well with crowds - hence his general avoidance of camp - and of course Yarrowtooth was set on making things worse.
"Stay out of it!" he hissed, turning on the kit with his fangs exposed.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

"I'll bare my fangs at whomever I damn well please!" he rejoined indignantly, flexing his claws.
"He's not convinced," came Yarrowtooth's low, rumbling growl. "If you don't prove your point quickly, everyone will side with Grimpaw and gang up against you. You have to end it now."
Voidstep, who so ardently despised those who followed StarClan blindly, did not even consider questioning the Dark Forest warrior's words. How could he? The dead ginger tom had been his mentor and father figure since as far back as he could recall. Surely he should be wise, after more than a lifetime of experience... At least, that was Voidstep's logic. In reality, he was being a hypocrite.
Without hesitating for even a heartbeat to think his actions through, he suddenly lunged at Grimpaw, planning to use both momentum as well as the element of surprise to bowl the apprentice over. I'll knock some sense into him... he thought furiously. And a few scars will teach him to leave me alone in the future!

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

The onyx-furred feline uttered nothing but an eager hiss as he sprinted into battle. Overall, the tom was small and scrawny, but his legs were comparatively lengthy, and his claws were as sharp as any other's. Regardless of his lack of bulk, Voidstep was confident in his abilities.
He scanned his surroundings in search of a suitable opponent, impatient to sink his teeth into someone's hide. Not only did he have little to do most of the time, but he found fighting to be rather gratifying, and he needed to take out any stress that he may have bottle up inside out on someone from time to time.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

Voidstep's stormy grey optics came to rest on Sterling. Sure, Exiledpaw seemed to be handling him fine, but nobody else his size caught his eye. Not that he was afraid - he would never admit to that! - but he was at least wise enough to know that he couldn't take down an animal as many times his size as some of his opponents happened to be.
"I can take him," the ropey-muscled tomcat offered as he trotted around from behind his Clanmate, wary to keep some distance between his own small body and the horse's powerful hooves. With feet like that, a simple accident could break a cat's bones! "Put your size to better use, will you?" he advised in addition, sizing up the enemy tom and plotting his course of action.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

The fur on Voidstep's bony shoulders spiked up. "Do you have bees in your brain?" he flared, his tone switching suddenly from cool to harsh. "Your nose should tell you that there are dogs about long before you meet them, and even if you don't have the sense to avoid them, I'd expect that you would at least lead them away from camp rather than towards it!" The honourguard's batlike then ears fell back against his cranium as he impatiently awaited a response.
The fool! he thought irately, decidedly refusing to acknowledge that he could be overreacting a bit. Nobody had gotten hurt, and surely Brokenhowl knew better, as he was apologizing for his mistakes. However - to say the least - social grace was not Voidstep's forte, and he wasn't known for having a gentle nature.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

"Smarten up then!" he snapped coldly. His stormy grey eyes glistered unforgivingly as he whipped around and stalked back in the direction of camp, tail whipping back and forth behind him. Now the ebony tomcat was aware that he was being a tad cruel, but he would never admit it aloud.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

I've been pretty inactive for a while, so I thought I'd create a new and improved fancypost and make something interesting happen to Voidstep, which is for him to (hopefully) find a mate.

The night breeze slithered over the rocky terrain, inserting its chilly fingers into a smooth ebony hide that it found by a cliff. The small figure didn't seem to mind the lowered temperature that accompanied the darkness; it sat rigid as if it had become one with the stone beneath it, the only indication of life being the occasional twitching whisker or swivelling ears. Yes, Voidstep was easy to miss, for his black fur blended almost seamlessly with the shadows. However, the stars that danced and glistered in his pensive grey eyes gave him away. Not that he was focusing any amount of effort into concealing his presence...
No, the honourguard wasn't hiding - he was merely taking some time alone to think as he often did. Currently, he pondered a subject that was as unusual as it was troubling: Love. A silly thing, it was... Cats would act differently, become confused, and do bizarre things because of it. In Voidstep's opinion, it was rather like insanity. The prospect of losing his mind was one of the few things in the world that truly frightened him - why, then, did he long for it?
Love was something that the runt was unfamiliar with. His mother had seldom displayed it throughout his kithood, and nowadays she showed him nothing but hostility; he had isolated himself from his three siblings for as long as he could remember, and he currently knew little about them; he had never known his father, as he died long before Voidstep's litter was born. The closest thing to love he'd ever found was a long-deceased Dark Forest tomcat who had acted as the warrior's mentor and adoptive father. Alas, he was beginning to question even Yarrowtooth's affections.
Voidstep unsheathed his claws, too distracted to perceive the eerie scraping sound they made as they rasped over the rocks on which he was seated. Why did something as stupid as love be so difficult to understand? It was all around him, and yet he couldn't find it; he didn't want it, and yet it frustrated him that he couldn't have it.
What's wrong with me...?

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

N/A

"Rotten piece of prey?" Voidstep guessed from where he sat nearby, eyeing the vomit with smoky eyes narrowed in distaste. "Perhaps you should go see a medicine cat... and find a way to clean that up before it gets anybody else sick." His whiskers twitched uncomfortably when the sour scent reached his sensitive nostrils.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

N/A

When no reply was offered, the onyx-furred honourguard's expression hardened substantially. "You gonna do something about it, or just sit there?" he demanded impatiently, his tone a little harsher than necessary.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

N/A

A slender black figure was seated in a shadowed corner, uncertain of whether or not he should accept the offer. He didn't really know the ocelot, and conversing with his Clanmates was something that didn't appeal to Voidstep. Conversely, he hadn't eaten for a full day, and a cat as bony as he couldn't afford to miss a meal. As usual, he wasn't terribly hungry, despite the lack of sustenance in his belly, so half a mouse sounded ideal - a whole mouse would likely prove difficult for him to stomach.
After a few more heartbeats of indecision, Voidstep finally came to the conclusion that eating was more important than avoiding the awkwardness of socializing.
"I'll split that with you, if you don't mind," he mewed, rising to his paws and strolling over.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

N/A

An odd grunt of sorts escaped Voidstep when somebody collided with his bony flank. At first, he was embarrassed about the sound he'd made and irate at the she-cat's carelessness. However, before he spit any form retort at her, she gave such a rambling little speech that all he could do for a few heartbeats was stare at her, flabbergasted. He no longer needed to be embarrassed now that she'd drawn so much attention to her own clumsiness, and after an apology like that, he simply couldn't bring himself to be cross with her - not even a little. Although it was more or less unfamiliar to the obsidian honourguard, he opted to take the friendly approach.
"It's okay," he forgave her, putting an end to the uncomfortable silence. "I should have heard you coming."
His tail twitched nervously, as he wasn't used to making conversation with his Clanmates - or anybody, for that matter. Usually he only used his voice to discuss what was necessary, with the exception of an argument here and there.
Changing the topic, he confirmed, "You're Applenose, right?" He vaguely remembered her presence throughout his kithood and apprenticeship, but, since he'd distanced himself from almost everyone since quite a young age, he knew very little of her.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

N/A

Voidstep sat nearby, vaguely curious about what was on Exiledpaw's mind, but putting most of his energy into pondering his own feelings towards Mother's Day. Perhaps her mother is a bitch like mine... he thought sourly, eyes narrowing at the very thought of the wretched she-cat that had brought him into the world. Of course, he couldn't be sure that the mare's current thoughts were even related to the holiday, but it was always a possibility.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

N/A

"At least they were better than mine..." Voidstep muttered darkly, not caring whether anyone heard, but aware that he may have been too quiet. His long, obsidian tail snaked around his forelimbs, securing itself firmly around his slim body; his stormy grey eyes clouded over with a mixture of emotions: some longing, some resentful, some indecipherable, and some nearly unreadable.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }

N/A

Well, judging by her cheerful tone, the pup clearly wasn't suicidal. The question was, was she delusional, hoping to start a commotion, or just really - really - stupid? Well, whatever the case, it was probably for the best that she didn't try to find out for herself.
"Well, you don't have wings." he pointed out dryly, tail tip twitching somewhat irritably. A part of him was curious to know what had provoked her to ask such a ludicrous question, but that piece of him was quite small and insignificant.

{ tom ♠ 2 years ♠ honourguard ♠ no powers }