OOC: Yah, maybe they could have "thing" later.
Barely concious, she lay for a few moments, until the Guard kicked the rest of the air out of her. She began quietly gasping for breath. Blood welled up from the slices on her face, dripping into her eyes. Several seconds later, she blinked the blood out of her eyes, and, still lying on her side, tilted her head to look up at Fang. She tried to speak, but only a raspy sounding moan came out.
My, you are a gentleman aren't you? Beating a she-cat, and then leaving her to wash her own wounds.
Cache pushed herself into a sitting position, and began slowly pressing the web on the claw marks on her face and pelt. Most of them had stopped bleeding, but still throbbed at the touch. She stood up, and immediately, the blood rushed from her head, and she flopped down on her side again. She too, wondered why the prison guard was so angry. A bad memory relating to female prisoners, perhaps? Or maybe it's... something more?
OOC: Ooh, DRAMA! "Something more..."
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Talonscratch peered out of his room, "Lady Tara?"
Cache looked up at the back of Fang's head, her glare fading to a curious stare. I wish I could see what was going on in that head of his. She attempted to stand up again, and was able to stay on her feet, though the room appeared to sway dizzyingly around her.
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His confusion was like a ray of sunshine in her mind right now. At least she knew she could still muddle him. "I think so..." She took a step, and immediatly sank back into a crouch, whimpering. "I- I think my paw's injured."
Talonscratch didn't bother asking who "he" was, he only sighed, "Well, think about it, what would happen if you did forgive him? The two territories would be united, and everything would go back to the way it was. If you don't forgive him, one of two things would happen. Either, your and Adair's territories would split again, or one of you would be the leader of the whole Tribe. It just depends on what you want to happen afterwards."
"Of course not, just ambitious," The Healer mewed.
Cache twinged as Fang lifted up her paw. A sharp shot of pain blew through her as she moved it. Well, at least it's not broken. She gasped sharply as she placed her paw back on the ground. "I.. I don't think I can walk..." At least not without help. She finished the sentance in her thoughts, not wanting to propose it to him out loud.
Cache looked at him quizzically as he came back in the room. Well, Poppy seeds won't be a big help, since I would be too sleepy to leave the room anyway. "No, I'll be fine. Just let me lean on your shoulder, so I can get down there." As the words left her mouth, she immediatly wanted to snatch them back. Eaugg... I don't want to be anywhere near that piece of fox-dung excuse for a cat. But even as she thought this, she felt a strange yearning to get closer to the prison guard, to breath deeply his unfamiliar but oddly sweet smell, to-
NO! What am I thinking??? This cat just clawed me!! I should be trying to get as far away from him as possible!
Talonscratch leaned closer, "Don't tell anyone else I said this, but I think that Lord Adair has something coming toward him. He's left many a she-cat broken hearted, but I've never seen anyone as mad as Dream was. If I were him, I would be watching out." He stepped back, and put on a friendly tone, "But, remember, you didn't hear it from me."
As Fang's shoulder pressed against Cache's, a memory swept through her. Visions of another cat chased around her mind, then blood and claws joined them. His blood, MY claws. She mentally shook her head to clear it. Well, that's a memory better left for another time.
With the prison guard now there to assist her, she was able to limp all the way down to the cellar. Once there, the cream and brown she-cat flopped onto the ground.
Talonscratch smiled. She got the point. "Why, nothing. Nothing at all. Is there anything else you need?"
Cache's heart gave a tiny beat of excitment when he asked that. So he doesn't totally hate me... Smiling mentally, she replied, "Yes, I am. Thank you."
Lol, I love using backgrounds I've used in other sigs along time ago, to create a different effect with them.
Name: Fennelflare
Postion: Top Apprentice, with Swift Gift
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Silver tabby, green eyes. black front paws.
Personality: Kind to her clanmates, but a vicious fighter.
Kits: None
Mate: None
History: Both parents are dead, they were killed in battle.
Can you have two gifts in the same cat?
Talonscratch laughed. In his mind, he wasn't sure if she was completely joking.
Caesi perched high in a tree, digging through some mouse remains, hoping to find another scrap of meat from the prey she had just caught and eaten. She turned her head toward the forest, wondering what was going on with the other creatures today.
Cache was surprised by the freshness of the prey Fang had given her. She sniffed it curiously. Well, it doesn't SMELL like crowfood. Often, the guards gave the prisoners their food based on how well liked they are in the Tribe. Being a murderer herself, Cache usually had the prey that was the oldest and most rotten, so this was a change. She purred for a moment, and then realized her circumstances, and sat down to eat the fresh-kill.
Although she seemed to be relaxed, her mind was like a tornado, whirling around and tearing down everything in it's path. I can't like a prison guard! I'm a PRISONER! That can't work! Then a little voice in her called, It CAN work, you just need to figure it out. To which she replied, Maybe I don't WANT it to work! It would be easier to just ignore him and let everything go back to the way it was...
Cache looked down at her paws. The vole was gone, except for a few bones and fur scraps. Oh. She pushed them aside, and lay on her side. In a few moments, she was asleep.
Cache was dreaming. She padded silently up the dark stairs, keeping to the shadows. Reaching the top of the stairs, she slinked over to where Fang was sleeping. "Hey, sweetie... Wake up!" Fang opened his eyes, and they filled with confusion at the sight of her. "What are you doing up here??"
"Coming to find you, Fang..." With those words, she pounced on him, letting out a screech, aiming for the throat.
Cache woke up, still screeching. The sound echoed through the dark cellar.
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