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Felix

Felix didn’t ever ask why Sheogorath was some days painted redder than the crimson color of dawn.

He didn’t ever ask why Sheogorath held onto large and small bones alike, polished to an ivory color.

And he didn’t ask Sheogorath why the hell anyone would waste such time, on a task like such.

But now it made sense. And Felix went forward to offer his assistance to the healer. The one who had stepped in Canary’s place.

Memories of the caramel male still hung in Felix’s mind, but he didn’t linger on them much.

Thinking of the dead too often drove one mad. And Felix wasn’t about to get absorbed into the chaotic crowd of BloodClan just yet.

Crisp white paws, free of any blood, stepped into the room, creaking a board of the floor and alerting anyone nearby that someone was there.

A dim light shown into the room, particles of dust dancing about, drawing a soft sneeze from the tuxedo. Though he only swiped a paw over his muzzle, harsh eyes blinking.

“Oi” the male offered, sitting in his usual place at meetings. Positioned right where he could see the throne, though away from Revolution or Minnow. It was empty except for him and Sheo, now though. There was no clamor or whispers of clan news. Just a silent, dusty, air pressing on his black fur.

He watched Sheogorath place a bone, a rather large one mind you, on the royal throne. It was much bigger than a price from any prey. Felix assumed it to be from some city lurker.

And moons ago he would have shuddered or crept away quickly, but the guard remained, curious gaze lingering.

The bones had a crafted delicacy to them. Though also an edge of warning. Dominance. Quite fitting, Felix thought, as his amber eyes bore into the decorated centerpiece.

“can i make myself of any use?” the male asked, stepping closer to examine an array of teeth. Mostly canines. Brutish, and dull, from moons of use. Were any of them from the jaws of mutts? Felix examined each curiously, before glancing back at Sheo for a response.

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Felix

Felix sighed sharply, kicking a stone as he patrolled around the house. Nobody here. Nothing bothered but the slight rumble of thunder, and dusky wind that ruffled his fur. The air was too still. Muggy, and humid. It cling to his pelt like a sticky blanket, but the tuxedo tom escaped into the dusty old home, shaking the icky feeling from his black and white coat.

Glass shards littered the messy floor, and old meaningless two-leg pictures and prices of art hung on a wall. The wallpaper was peeling, and the floorboards creaked with age.

This house was obviously neglected. Some plants had even managed to creep into the wooden planks.

Sharp orbs of ember narrowed, and Felix found a shine on the floor.

Oh?

He normally didn’t care for the meaningless junk in twoleg homes, but rare treasures were still found now and then.

Moving the dusty blanket off of whatever glimmer had caught his eye, the boy sneezed, pushing his muzzle closer to the unusual object. The shiny part was a strange metal piece on some round band. It was a weird color. He couldn’t see it as orange really, as his eyes weren’t as developed as say a two-leg’s. But it looked a weird reddish-yellow.

Oh damn, it was a collar. Sweet.

The boy picked it up, a slight rush of thrill running through him. He wanted something to wear. Not a flashy badge or anything, but something to somehow differentiate from the forest cats. He wanted to remind himself that he was a BloodClanner.

Slipping back out the house, the boy clung to the orange accessory, stretching. Though he was mid-yawn, when a very sudden loud crackle and light ripples across the sky. The air buzzed with a wild energy, and Felix sprung up in shock, glancing back at the house.

Oh god.

It was around the same color of the collar he was holding onto.

Fire.

White paws springing into action, boy remembered crushing cigarette stubs with Garbage and Caledon, putting the small embers out. His paws were scorched, and Canary had to heal the paw.

A wave of sadness tugged at him, when he remembered his cousin’s scolding, but the older male had tended to the burns anyway.

Not now.

The boy sniffed the air, and coughed, when a strange gaseous air flooded his lungs, sickening and corroding.

Oh god. His mom was in the house. So was Minnow. And his clanmates.

Sneezing, the boy held his breath and ran up around the house, desperately searching for a way in.

Anyone out there?

Felix flinched, bounding over to his mother’s voice.

Oh god, she was trapped inside.

“Mum. Where-“ he cut himself off, when he noticed a strange wiring in the way of some grey paws he caught sight of.

“Oh jeez, hold on” he grunted, scrabbling at the dirt as fast as he could. His paws stung from the harsh dirt pressing against his unsheathed claws, but he dug faster then.

“Just..hang on” he mewed quickly, voice edged with panic. Coughing, the male flinched. The ash and smoke around him was pressing on his body, as if telling him to lay down and sleep. He had to just keep digging though. And the dirt broke some, enough room for perhaps a kitten to slip through. Maybe Minnow could get out? She was still small, malnourished and thin.

“Oi, try to let the kids out” he mewed through the breakthrough.

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Felix

Felix. The person she needed the least, in the very moment.

Life had a funny way of forcing two people together. Friends, Family, Foes.

Felix wasn’t even sure if he could consider Minnow a friend anymore.

This past moon he’d been straying away from her. Probably sticking with his cousin, or anyone else honestly. And they were exactly the best examples.

With Minnow, Felix at least tried to be the best that he could be.

And maybe the fact that they had been hiding away from eachother this long had been him bitter. Salty. Frustrated and alone.

It was easier to shut his mind away from her altogether, and focus on other things. And of course no matter how he tried, somethin would always remind him of her.

Every time he picked a piece of prey out to eat, his stomach would clench, and he’d lose his appetite.

Though his condition was nothing compared to Minnow’s. He had grown since the last time they truly spoke. She remained the same size. Like a kitten, who still had moons left to size up.

The tuxedo hated that she was staying exactly the same. She wasn’t changing. Time seemed to stand still for her. Her view on violence, unchanging.

While Felix was growing too fast. His clumsy paws finally fit, into his stocky build. He didn’t give much thought to anything. He was shifting into the constantly irritated and cold guard. Sometimes he thought of Blahkenmuro who’d been gone for so long now.

Was Felix like him? It didn’t matter. Ken was gone. And little chubby Felix was gone too.

The male scratched at his orange collar, that he’d picked up a few days from now. A sort of sign, to prove to himself that he was a BloodClanner. Did Minnow see him as one of them, too?

The clanmates he had despised the thought of being like?

It didn’t matter. He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t.

Sharp orbs of fire trained on his paws, Felix sat down on the gravelly floor, sniffing the air for anything that could somehow ground him to the fact that he was really here. Sometimes killing prey reminded him that he was alive.

Though to his dismay, he picked up the scent of Minnow instead of a rat or mouse. She held a sort of sickly and frail scent now. Her boy weak from hunger. Felix hated that she didn’t even feed herself. He didn’t understand in the slightest why she would to choose to do it, when it brought so much pain.

He tried to block her scent out and walk by quickly, to avoid any confrontation, when he noticed a scrawny pile of caramel and white fur, with bones jabbing out.

“Minnow” he mewed, not bothering with any nicknames. He hadn’t for a while now.

She didn’t move.

The tuxedo sighed irritably, and prodded her with a paw.

“Come on. Don’t sleep here. Two-legs hang out here sometimes” he mewed sharply.

She didn’t move.

Pushing her lightly again, he looked at her head, and pushed her enough that she would normally jolt from sleep.

Oh god damnit.

Felix clenched his jaw, and his fur prickled.

She wasn’t sleeping. Minnow passed out again.

The guard felt a sudden stab of panic rush through him, and for a moment he didn’t care about their quarrel.

Shit.

Oh man, if only Canary was still here..!

The boy’s eyes widened, and he looked around, tail twitching with alarm.

“Is anyone there? Can anybody help!?” he called, legs trembling.

He didn’t know how to help. He never did.

The boy glanced back at Minnow, and clenched his jaw.

Why do you do this? Are you trying to get yourself killed?

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Felix

Felix sneezed, the dust and haze of air slipping in and out of his lungs.

His paw pads burned, from the fire he had helped Jail and Minnow escape. And every muscle was tense, tired from the raid. It seemed the attack had taken a toll on most, though few would show it. BloodClan was a proud lot. And running from battle had wounded the strong and bloodied face of BloodClan’s name. It would take time to recover from the blow.

Eyes of ember gazed at the junkyard, where his uncle and some others were discussing ideas of some sort of obstacle course.

An intriguing idea. It could perhaps start the spirits back up, and give some a chance to prove themselves.

The guard nudged an old piece of metal, which was corroding. The rust was old, a brown auburn color. Perfect.

“Oi. This one ‘eres got some spikes” he offered, showing them the strange contraption.

It was some farming machine. Though the safety prices were broken off, so it looked like rows and rows of almost shark teeth.

“Maybe put it between those two cars” he glanced between the large automobiles, which were a couple of feet apart. Not a nessesarily creative idea, but it was somethin.

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Felix

Felix’s heart rapidly pounded against his chest, and he didn’t even notice Sheogorath’s presence until the male spoke.

Amber eyes met amber eyes, blazing shades sparking.

“She.. she refuses to eat. Starved herself and is too stubborn to listen to me” the boy clenched his jaw, remembering their last argument. The one that had truly driven a wedge between their friendship. The last splinter of wood, that finally dropped in a mass of burning flames.

Tail twitching, the boy’s gaze remained on Minnow.

Why do you do this? You’ve always shut me out.

She couldn’t be trying to kill herself, right? She...Minnow wasn’t like that. She wouldn’t.

Felix swallowed hard, only glancing away when one of his clanmates slunk by with some supplies. Moss. Cool water dripped from the plant, and Sheo moved it to Minnow’s head.

Wake up. Wake up and tell my why.

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Felix

Felix’s gaze was dull, as he stood next to Sheogorath.

Uncle Cal. The immortal and invinceable. Felix had never really though Caledon would die. He seemed so..invulnerable.

Yet here they were.

The tuxedo tom felt his heart thud slowly, and he cleared his throat.

“I didn’t.. I didn’t really know Uncle Cal” he mewed slowly. “But he was a ruler fit for the throne. His crown was never challenged. He did what he saw best for BloodClan” Felix broke off, swallowing hard. “His name is still one that causes enemies to tremble. He will still live on, as the perhaps greatest king” the boy mewed softly.

Caledon was a complex man. One Felix would never truly understand.

But he hoped his uncle had lived the life he’d wanted. He hoped that perhaps the great king had fulfilled all his goals, and had seen his reign as successful when he passed.

He hoped that maybe somehow a king of a sometimes ruthless nature could find happiness beyond death.

Felix looked down at his paws.

He hadn’t gotten to speak with his uncle often. And he’d carry that regret in his heart forever.

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