- Make It Through The Day (Open)

[- Leafy ღ]

Whisperingwinds calmly strolled into the camp with a plump fish clamped firmly between her jaws and a prideful glint shining obviously in her blue eyes. Being near the river always put the little she-cat in a good mood, if only she had had time to dive into it though. But, no. She had been strictly put in with the morning hunting patrol and goofing off with the camp needed food was not an option. She parted ways with her fellow clan mates, after a few words of simple chit-chat were said to each other, before sauntering over to the fresh kill pile and placing the fresh fish on the top. A small purr or happiness rumbled in the she-cat's throat before she heading over to the warrior's den and sat comfortably near the entrance, in a seemingly nice and sunny spot to bask in before the remaining warriors who hadn't woken for the patrols began to get up and move around. A few cats bustled around the camp, but not many. A few elders hissed and grumbled moodily from their den, a couple apprentices were play fighting near there den and boasting on what their mentors had taught them or would teach them, and a few sleepy yawns erupted from the warrior's den. She mewed a small greeting to one of her patrol companions as they crept back to the den for a bit more shut eye before calmly beginning to groom down her creamy colored fur, her tail tip flicking silently in content as she enjoyed the start of the day.

It seemed nothing could put a damper on the young warrior's mood as she was always in good spirits and willing to put others in a good mood as well. One would think that after past deaths of family that she wouldn't be in such a cheerful state all of the time, but no. It seemed to not even affect her. Everyone knew she had cared, though. Her brother, Soaringpaw, had died of a recent Shadowclan attack a few moons ago and it had taken nearly everything to pull the little Bengal together. Then near after her warrior ceremony her mother had died of green cough and father had been diagnosed with black cough. She had put a damped on her mood for a while but she had managed to pull herself together and convince herself that Braveheart, her father, would make it through everything. He was brave. It was in his name for Starclan's sake! She drooped lightly at the though, a frown replacing her smile as she glanced towards the elder's den, where her father was located. As long as the medicine cat handled it everything would be fine.. But that never stopped her from checking on her father herself to convince herself that his illness would fade. It worried her though, day in and out, that for some reason he would break down and give up.. And that would be the end of it. She shook head softly and lightly flicked her ears back. No. She couldn't think about that, she absolutely refused to believe such a thing. Braveheart would be perfectly fine and make it through all of this like everything else. Soaringpaw's death, mom's death.. He had been there for her after that, now she had to be there for him and support him for this.

The she-cat sighed quietly to herself and frowned, her mood dropping dramatically as she slipped down to a laying position and rested her chin against her paws, silently watching as the camp became a bit more lively and active. All the while she chanted to herself,

"He'll be fine, stop thinking so negatively and cheer up!"

Though she knew not to get her hopes up and totally convince herself. The medicine cat had told her it was a fifty fifty chance. Her heart lurched at the though and she closed her eyes briefly, taking in the sun that basked down. If only they knew. She wasn't always cheerful and care free like everyone thought. Half the time that muttered about her and she attempted to ignore it.

"Why is she always so happy? the she-cat's always smiling. Does she even care about what happened to her brother and mom? And what about her dad? She doesn't even act like there's a thing wrong with the old tom!"

She frowned in disgust at the thought of those words she had heard a moon ago from a few she-cats at the gathering. She had taught herself not to let things like that get to her.. But that had really gotten under her skin.

"Does she even care?"

Of course she did. Words didn't explain how much she cared and how horrible she ached to have the two back, but she let happiness mask that over. They just didn't understand, did they? No. They absolutely didn't.

She let her icy blue eyes flick back open before she sat up and let out a small yawn, making an attempt to shove the thoughts away. She didn't need to put herself in any more of a bad mood sulking over those thoughts. She stood up and stretched her limbs for a second, figuring not would be a good time to get up and start moving again, least the other warrior's stroll out and question why she wasn't hunting or something. She glanced down and cringed slightly at how ruffled her pelt seemed. She wasn't big about being a freak about every little thing but one thing that did wrack her nerves was her fur when it wasn't in place. She sat down and lapped lightly at her pelt, smoothing it down until it was the sleek and flat trade mark of a Riverclan cat. She smiled lightly to herself and beamed, delighted with the simple fixture of her posture and fur arrangement.

"Cheer up," She thought as she let her eyes scan around the camp again.

"The day hasn't even started yet and you're sulking."

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[Valk]

Hawk

The chocolate tom watched the feminine curves of the she-cat from afar as she trotted into camp carrying a silky silver fish. The pride the reeked off of her alluring figure made him want to chuckle, she was intriguing one and only her. She happen to always catch his attention whenever she was by thus he was never too atrocious with her, perhaps because she was delicate in his mind. He treaded on "light waters" as his sister would tease, but what did her constant tease matter to him? Nothing, he was too enchanted by her to destroy the little bit of happiness she skewed over herself. He was bemused by her endurance of the side comments and events that pierced her life.  

It often made him wonder if he was in the wrong for being how he is now. But it wasn't him who spawned the monster with him, it was the others. Those cats that mocked his twitches and constant eating, they didn't understand his literal needs to devour food. If he didn't the consequences went farther than humiliations, the sadistic nature being revealed, as far that he possibly wouldnt be able to be a warrior. That constantly drove him on the edge of frustration, but without an outlet he'd be one to fully release the sadistic monster that dwelled beneath the surface. He was becoming fairly better at disguising it but it was hard to contain it with every pair of orbs watching him, and whispers being kept so low he can only distinguish his name. 

But that didn’t matter now; his problems never mattered not to anyone. She mattered though, only she did.

He was so what of a stalker to the she-cat that never noticed him. He didn’t blame her despite how massive he was, the tom was ignored unless called upon for duty. He preferred it that way usually as he knew better that to encounter with someone for longer than needed. He didn’t want to ruin the life of his family once more. Yet they constantly screeched at him for being what he was, he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t blessed with the normality of tom; he was crippled by psychological and physical disabilities that were both were past the appearance of one. 

His eyes rolled at the site of two felines walking his way casting him a sideways glance, they must have spotted him spying on Whisperingwind who had now moved from the fresh-kill pile. His eyes prowled the camp before falling upon the beige she-cat, he longed for the frigid blue eyes that were locked behind those closed lids. By the furrow of her forehead he could infer she was contemplating a subject that disturbed her. What could have broken the little flowers mask? 

The thought that someone was upsetting her brought a sudden rage about him. He felt the urge to protect her, yet despite his desires for the she-cat he knew even gifted with the ability to protect her he could never have her. Ever.

He stepped from behind the rock he had been peering from and swallowed hard. The nervous bubble in his stomach left him feeling slightly weary and his evergreen eyes darted to the fish. But it wasn’t hunger or his disability that made him feel that way. He was debating on to approach her or just peer from afar as usual. She seemed to be longing company, but then again he couldn’t tell her eyes were closed. As his eyes fell to the ground examining his paws as he scowled himself for even considering to break through his barrier and endanger his sister with his foolish obsession with the she-cat.

Just as he took one more glance at her, she was observing the area and those orbs landed on him. 

Shit.

It seemed he didn’t have a choice but to confront her now, he had been staring.  She noticed. Which meant she noticed him, but for all the wrong reasons. He bit back a growl as he slowly made his way to the she-cat giving her a brief nod.  His tongue felt dry and the slight twitch of his head was increased to every 15 seconds instead of 20. How could this flirty bastard be conquered with such a petty emotion as nervousness? It would leave one wondering considering sadists by nature weren’t supposed to feel a lust for someone in an empathetic way, which also proved to him he was somewhat normal yet not normal enough. He parted his dry mouth and spurted out a few words.

“Morning does treat you tenderly but you were fighting something internally.”

A statement not a question, he was prodding at her mind as this would be the first a perhaps the last time he’d speak to her. He would take advantage of it, his only chance.

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[- Leafy ღ]

WHISPERINGWINDS -

Whisperingwinds stretched silently for a second and watched as Hawkfeather approached her, her blue eyes offering a friendly gesture as she sat back down, seeing that he probably planned on chatting with her. She would oblige him and keep the conversation until the tom was contented. Besides, it never her to meet new people. Her offered smile faltered suddenly at his immediate statement. No 'Hi.' Just those words that had surprised her. She normally didn't bother with sharing her feelings or even bothering the other clan members with her problems. She let them stay hidden since she didn't have a lot of them that seemed to bother her all that much.

"Oh.. Was it that obvious?" She murmured unsurely in response, her tail tip silently twitching back and forth for a second at the thought. If it had been she sure hadn't meant to make it so obvious. As mentioned, she liked keeping things to herself instead of pouring everything onto her friends and Father. She watched the tom with briefly questioning eyes as she wondered why he had even made the sudden decision to approach her and make that statement. They never talked much. She merely recalled the tom's name and how the other cats in the clan snickered and talked about him behind his back. That was something she really didn't like. Gossip. When it wasn't one thing it was another and Hawkfeather seemed to be the talk of the clan when they weren't preoccupied with something else. They normally spoke of how the tom ate and the twitch of his head that seemed to be constant. She had found reasons to believe that these were simple misunderstandings. She was sure they weren't intentional on the toms part and was simply from some sort of problem he had developed after birth or something.

In all honesty she was never really one to bother with it at all and dropped the topic as soon as it was brought up. She didn't enjoy talking about others behind their backs. If she didn't want it happening about her she definitely didn't want it happening about others.

"I didn't want it to be to noticeable. I was just thinking some things over. They weren't very important." She stated softly, unaware of her clan mate's obsession with her. She simply found this as talk and a nice way to make a new friend if he would have part of it.

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Comments - Sorry, my posts won't always be as long as my starting. xP But I'll normally try to give my partner something to write about so I hope this is okay. :3

[Valk]

Hawkfeather

Obvious? No it wasn't obvious he just happened to be very focused on her. She apparently was clueless to his constant observation of her which was splendid but at his emotional expense heart wrenching. He was invisible in the sense he didn't want to be, being noticed for the wrong reasons led one to go beyond insanity and most would say he was at the brink.

He wasn't he wouldn't allow himself to be such. Sweeping his gaze away from her as she silently considered his statement. He could tell by her twitching of the tail that it disturbed her and he sound much like the outcast as the status granted upon him. He wouldn't be surprised if she rose to her paws soon after and stalked away. No one wanted to be seen or be near him.  After all he was a "twitching mouse-brained fool" as Stormpelt would snicker.

His teeth clenched at the thought of the over-grown shaggy tom that lurked about with those disgusting lime orbs.The tom had been his rival since the day he was brought to the clan. He despised the cat more than he despised his own nature. Atrocity became Hawkfeather and pleasantry became Stormpelt. Stormpelt won everything, or so he thought until it came to Whisperingwinds. Both toms had lusted for the she-cat who had interest in neither. She had no interest in me because I was unknown, why she lacked that in Stormpelt I would never know. And he still didn't Stormpelt was the perfect imperfection while he was the true meaning of imperfection.  He knew without doubt that Stormpelt had been the one to spread the notice of his twitching and his eating, he had been cleverly sneaky about it until the tom had crossed his path in the moon's chance to shine. 

He had many thoughts of how he would kill the idiotic tom but his promise to his mother left him with that thin restrainment. But soon it wouldn't be enough to hold him from allowing the jaws, that held a bitter desired to grip the neck along with the tongue that craved the vital fluid that kept Stormpelt in existence.

His mind had created the image of the orbs slowly declining into the darkness before fading of their color and the exhale being his last. How delicious that moment would be. It left him rumbling with excitement inside and he let out a small sigh of pleasure.

 The concentration of the imagination was disturbed when the alluring voice rang into his ears. Malachite orbs shifted to greet the female who spoke. How could I forget she was in my presence? A wave of guilt hit the bottom of his stomach but only lasted in moments. But that was diminished by her words, that sparked a sudden interest in him.

Not important? Is that what she thought of her feelings? Herself?

The she-cat didn't even realize how significant, how vital she was to his very restrainment of his sadistic nature. If she were to ever...disappear. 

Inhale.

Close your eyes.Be calm everything is as it should be right darling?

Exhale.

His head twitched three times at the thought and a growl was trying to birth from his mouth. No, don't even think that way. His thoughts lunged at her but his mouth wouldn't voice it. 

He was sealed in the first of the sevens sins, Lust.

Open the eyes, come back to this horrid world with me

He stared at the petite figure before him and announced his chosen thoughts.

"Significance is seen by the creator and the follower. Whether or not the follower see's it being of value the creator always should, after all you did spawn it yourself... yes?"

He settled his nerves with the finishing words thus allowing himself to rest his bottom on the earth's moist floor. His tail whisked about behind him as he forced his gaze from her. 

Don't stare for longer than moments. His obsession had began to overpower him and he knew it wouldn't be long before he did something out of stupidity. He was going to be in that forever battle with himself. While the other half of his screamed to be let out at once, he screamed for him to remain and let him attempt to be normal.
You'll be sorry once you fail. Is what it said mockingly and while his heart said prove him wrong his mind agreed with the consequence he knew were to come.

"Do you view your emotions as insignificant because of the logic in granting the clan first value?"

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Comments- Its perfectly fine, it was exactly what I need to give more background detail on borderline psychotic Hawkfeather. If you need me to change anything to benefit you just let me know.

[- Leafy ღ]

WHISPERINGWINDS -

Whisperingwinds watched the brown tom while interest sparked in her icy blue eyes. He seemed to briefly be off in his own little world but she wouldn't bother him. If it was a crime she would have been thrown in jail with everyone else a long time ago for zoning out. She was a culprit of it, that was a known fact, though she normally seemed to do it only when she was day dreaming about something. A day at the river seemed to be the most popular day dream for her, though, as she seemed to enjoy it most. She blinked softly and offered a smile when he seemed to drag himself back to reality, her tail neatly coiling around her paws and ears lifting up to listen to the tom she had yet to know. Sure she was interested in him, she was interested in every new feline that entered her life and was always willing to make friends, but if they either did something she didn't like or double crossed her it was all over and it would stay like that. It had been that way with a few other clan mates that she no longer bothered to associate with.

Howlingwolf had been the biggest mistake for even taking a moments interest in. He had been rude, cocky, arrogant, and annoying, yes even she would admit all of these things as would any other cat, when you really started to hang around him. But that was everything underneath. When you didn't know how the brown tabby was he seemed charming and that had been what had distracted Whisperingwinds from everything underneath, back when she was around thirteen moons. Needless to say that little relationship hadn't lasted. As the tom had moved onto her she had started to notice the traits he had hidden and called it off before he even had time to pop the question. After she had figured all of this out she had wanted nothing to do with the tom and he had noticed and thus treated her like he did everyone else. But did she car? No. Not really.

She didn't plan to bother with a creature as such. Sure she could put up with a lot but he had not been one of those things. Hawkfeather on the other hand was something she could handle as she planned to take the time to know him. Right now he seemed.. Genuinely concerned for what had been bothering her and she currently appreciated it. He didn't seem like that bad of a tom. Well.. Sure she hadn't noticed him all that much but on the occasion that she did he never seemed to be bothering anything. Simply staying out of the way. She listened as Hawkfeather spoke to her and her eyes watched him carefully and curiously.

"I suppose so.. Yes." She finally answered softly, her smile briefly faltering as he continued on. She sighed faintly and shrugged her shoulders in reply.

"I respect the clan, yes, but do I see myself and my emotions insignificant because of it? Because I put it first before, almost, everything else? Absolutely not." She stated, clearing it up. She hadn't said the words harshly, simply in her soft and melodic voice as usual. She offered him a soft smile.

"I just don't see my emotions worth talking about at the moment. They're-" She trailed off on a small sigh and shrugged.

"About family." She finally finished, not wanting to dump all of this on Hawkfeather. They barely knew each other and even if he seemed like a reasonable tom she didn't want to throw all of this on top of him during their first talk in.. Ever.

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Comments - Will do. :3 Though I normally have a lot to reply to when you post so you probably don't have to worry about needed to add anything for me. ^^

[Valk]

Hawkfeather controlled the small shiver that urged to swim throughout his body as the she-cat flashed crystal pointed teeth. Such power she has over his emotions was incredible yet dangerous because one wrong move could be the death of many and yet she was so unaware. 

Completely blissful to the power she wield in her very existence.  As she continued on speaking getting closer to the point of her reasoning, and that was merely noted by the change of tone ever so slightly. He doubted that any other cat would have detected it so swiftly and easily but he did. How could he not? 

When she ended on the note he had expected he glanced down at her. Family, she was haunted by it as much as he was. He wasn't certain what happen to her bloodline but whatever it was left her corrupted.

Much like his own bloodline had left him. He didn't dwell on his family; he lacked the ability to even be considered a part of the family if anything. Outcast, yet again and to his own dynasty. How pathetic he was, and those thoughts lead him to believe he shouldn't have even considered talking to someone of high status as Whisperingwind. Self-esteem issues didn’t even describe his own self confidence which he lacked unless when provoke and thus sprouted anger.  He wanted to know her true psychological process but knew if he intruded further into her brain he’d frighten her like he had done to several other females once by accident. He had left them trembling at his ability to conquer their mind slowly but surely and figure them out to the bone.   He had done that out of amusement but now he desired to know because… well he didn’t know why he just did and it wasn’t upon cruel intentions. He fumbled with his thoughts as he tried to grasp what he was going to say before he had dived into his own depths. 

"If you wish not to speak about it merely state so, I don't not mean to intrude. Perhaps I should leave the others seem to longing for your company and I am keeping them."

He stated swiftly as he noted two toms glaring at him as he continued to speak with Whisperingwind’s and a female cast him a wary glance as she passed by. The camp was becoming crowded and he wasn’t certain how long he would stick around. He didn’t want to become vicious and atrocious with delicacies such as the she-cat next to him. He didn’t want her to disappear from his side but he also didn’t want her to view the monster he could be.  He was contradicting his own morals at the moment as he waited for her response. He didn’t even know if she would dismiss him or question him further it was one of the two females either became fed up or asked why. They were far too curious for their own  good and it often led to their downfall.

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WHISPERINGWINDS -

Whisperingwinds briefly flicked her eyes away as she actually took a moment to think a few things over. Maybe she was just digging a hole for herself, a hole impossible to drag herself out of. If she kept on like this she'd be nothing. Do nothing but wallow in self pity about her lost family members. They was something she didn't want, that was for sure. But.. Recalling that fight they had been in with Shadowclan made her cringe each time as her thoughts snapped back to it in a second.

She recalled snapping jaws and a fury of claws ripping at her clan mates bodies, though most seemed to be managing fine by themselves. She had been pinned by a nicely sized Shadowclan tom who had obviously been built for fighting, forced and trained until her seemed on the verge of absolute insanity for the heat of the fight. It was revolting to see how someone could feel that way and she didn't understand how someone could possibly get their kicks from inflicting pain on another. The Shadowclanner had been ripped off and by the time she had managed to stagger to her paws most of the Shadowclanners had retreated to from the camp to sulk back into the shadows of their territory. She had taken notice of Soaringpaw being in the medicine cat's den soon after and had been told it was a fifty - fifty percent chance that he would live or he wouldn't. It was horrible luck on her part that the tom had died in his sleep, unable to hear any last words she could utter to her brother.

Her mother had died somewhat similar. No from a battle but from an outbreak of green cough that had spread through the clan and had gotten worse. That had taken quite a toll on the water loving clan for it wiped out a rough amount of older warriors and elders. One of those older warrior's had been her mother who had also had the bliss to pass on in her sleep and not let the disease over take her in a waking moment. Then all she had had left was her father.

Perhaps it wasn't best to keep everything bottled up on the brink of emotional break downs when they came to mind. Braveheart was always in mind as she made note to visit him each sun high to cram some sort of food or water down his throat before he keeled over. He was always a must and if the medicine cat couldn't do anything at times she sure as hell would. She was pretty sure she spent half of her time driving their medicine cat mad with her flurry of questions.

"Is he eating?"

"What about the disease, has it shown any signs of letting up?"

"If you're not going to do your job and take care of him why don't you just step down and let me handle it?"

That last comment had aggravated the medicine cat and it was best that Whisperingwinds had left on that note instead of getting in a fight she would probably regret. Therefore she dedicated part of her life to the clan, part to Braveheart, and part as an attempt to put up a facade and say:

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Being split three ways was a huge pain but she had managed to keep it up and continue on with it. It was something she had learned to handle. She knew some other cats had it worse then her. There were kits in the nursery that hadn't even met their father because they had died before birth. It annoyed her that she still had the nerve to weep over herself even when she knew of that. By the rate she was going right now she was just digging out that hole of despair even more and burying herself in it.

"It might help if I talk about it." She sighed softly in hesitance, her ears lightly flicking back on her head as she watched Hawkfeather. She offered him a small smile and shook her head softly in response to his suggestion of leaving.

"One day without me won't drive my company insane." She laughed softly.

"In fact I was about to head over to the river and hang out before sun high. Do you want to come with me? We could talk and get to know each other?" She suggested, offering him a smile at that thought. She wouldn't leave Hawkfeather sitting around alone, it wasn't in her nature.

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[Valk]

The bronze bengal tom cat wasn't appalled when she suggested to herself that it would help to talk. He knew it would without doubt, but when she suggested him dwelling in her company longer he physically and mentally hesitated. She offered him time, time to be spent with her. This was anew for the tom, company that longed for him at least. Company in general was rare for the tom even with clan duties but just for the desire of it was another matter.

His nerves sent him into a slight twitching frenzy of nervousness and his unfortunate disability of hypoglycemia didn't help the as it began to double his vision of the impeccable she-cat he worshiped intensely. As his head ticked back and forth at least five times per six seconds he wondered if she was going to turn tail and leave. But it seemed she would just do that exact opposite and that frightened a depth of him he didn't want to dare let lose.

She'll see how insane you can truly be one day.

But not today, or so the bronze tom thought.

He gained control of his bodies movement and slowed his tick to a minute between reps, as his breath slowed he swallowed dry air and hot saliva. His ears twitched as he caught the sound of a chuckle coming from the left of where he was positioned.  He couldn’t guess from the voice who found his struggle so amusing but he would find out soon enough. The animosity swelled in him like a balloon filling with water.   His eyes narrowed as whipped his head around to see Rootfur let out the joyous noise that was directed at him. 

The auricomous tom was clearly bemused by the Hawkfeather’s burst of ticks and thought it would be even further of amusement to announce it out loud. The ability to keep his head leveled wasn’t slipping by each little moment the cat continued to let his voice ring out.  Keep it together; she’s too close to snap. 

But you could snap enough to prove a point to the fox-dung of a cat, said a taunting voice in his head. Or be weak. The suggestion of being feeble broke down the walls of self-control. 

A snarl lunged out his throat before he could cease it, thunderous and serious it nearly stopped the harmonious music that was created in the camp. His jaws snapped twice to express the frustration and half of his concealed nature.

Rootfur, yellow orbs dilated shimmered with slight fear before they turned into amusement, a small smirk placed upon his face. Apparently to Hawkfeather's little consideration that was his goal. Feeling as asinine as a newborn kit he felt the storming urge to flee.  The goal to arouse the little monsters anger without really exerting pressure that would take to arouse anger from another cat; was completed with the similar ease of catching an old rabbit. The jaws of the sandy tom were mouthing words easily read by anyone within 40 tail lengths. 

"Temper, Temper."

The purpose was to mock and embarrass while it only accomplished one it still violated Hawkfeather of his own dignity. The bronze cat wasn't embarrassed because everyone knew without question Hawkfeather was brutal in battle but he was further frustrated by the mocking. Nearly without considering who he was standing next to shoved lightly past the little beige she-cat towards the camps entrance. He needed to leave before he ripped the veins from out of Rootfur’s soft flesh, and laugh mockingly as he bled to death in between the massive paws he held on each leg. 

Dilapidated, that was exactly what he had just done. Letting others get the best of him was something that came too often. In securities just soared higher after each experience, and with each experience he became a further outlier to his own world. He was certain even Starclan wouldn’t allow him in even when death claimed him and he’d be force to wall among those in the Dark forest.  After all he was born a rogue not a clan cat and that still teased him to this day. 

It was obvious that his attempt to be normal wasn’t exactly ever to be conquered yet he still tried. Why? Had he received this blind persistence because of what? His mother, Lillypond, was the answer. He has promised her that he would try, try to be what she wanted him to be. Only for her, the only cat that ever should him empathy but he was certain she only did that by default of being his mother. Either way it didn’t matter he didn’t have comfort or empathy anymore and even when he did have it he took it for granted. That’s what destroyed his essence, he had taken the only thing that connected him to the rest of the clan for granted and it disappeared just like he knew it would.

Now it seemed he would end up taking for granted of the light sandy she-cat he obsessed with. He had yet to question why he obsessed with her but he already knew the answer. The reason to not answer it was obvious, fear. Fear locked him out of answering it, confronting it. For someone who was so bold physically he was mentally paranoid and lacked the courage he stored for physical means.

As he casted a glance over his shoulder at the camp entrance, a question crossed his mind. The question was would Whisperingwinds follow? He hadn't even gotten to answer the question she inquired and he felt considerably rude. But you can't take back actions nor actions now can you? If that was the case he would take back the words and actions he said to his mother before he never saw her again.

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Comments- Ha little temper there eh Hawkfeather? Sorry I couldn't help but have him react this way. Plus i felt this would improve how he would react to when Whisperingwind' told her story merely because he'd find pity for someone other than himself.

[- Leafy ღ]

WHISPERINGWINDS -

Whisperingwinds glanced at the tom, her head tipping ever so slightly as he externally seemed to be freaking out for a brief moment, though she didn't utter a word of rudeness or tease at his twitching or his reaction. Yes, it did make her slightly more interested but she wouldn't bring up the topic as it was probably something uncomfortable that Hawkfeather most likely wouldn't want to talk about. She offered him a small smile of reassurance as he seemed to relax a bit more though was interrupted when she heard laughter erupt. She frowned briefly in annoyance and sighed lowly, looking over and narrowing her blue eyes at Rootfur as his laughter at Hawkfeather echoed about the camp. A small growl rumbled quietly in her throat as the tom announced Hawkfeather's reaction to the camp but she was immediately drowned out by the bronze tom's snarl that nearly made the whole camp stop in it's tracks. She jumped slightly, a natural reflex since things like that easily made her jump, and blinked in surprise at the tom before looking back at Rootfur and narrowing her eyes.

She didn't blame Hawkfeather for acting like this. It was one thing for Rootfur to laugh but to announce it to the entire camp and embarrass the poor tom? No. That was low and an absolutely disgusting action. She glared at Rootfur and opened her mouth to speak but trailed off to silence as Hawkfeather lightly shoved past her and stalked to the entrance of the camp. She frowned softly and stared at Rootfur for a second.

"You should be disgusted with yourself. How do you think that makes him feel? I'm sure you'd feel horrible if you were put in his position and had to endure that most days." She growled softly, knowing that those words probably wouldn't sink in. She wouldn't have been surprised if he had even heard her over his laughter.

Most cats like him didn't care, didn't bother to take into consideration how that would make someone feel and wouldn't give it a second thought. She frowned softly and glanced over, unsure of weather to follow after Hawkfeather or let him calm down first. She hesitated briefly before rising up to her paws and trailing after him, her blue eyes briefly flicking over to look at him as she wandered up to his said and let out a quiet mew of "Hi."

"Are you alright?" She asked softly, frowning and glancing briefly over her shoulder back towards the camp for a second before focusing back on her companion.

"That was incredibly rude of him. It's disgusting how some cats act like that." She sighed lowly, glancing away and shaking her head softly at the simple thought of it. She paused and thought everything over, figuring that Hawkfeather might want to be alone after the incident.

"If you want to be alone for a while I understand. I can head to the warrior's den and we can go to the river another time?" She suggested softly, offering him a reassuring smile to hopefully show to him that everything would be okay.

Word Count - 553
Comments - It's fine. x3 I felt something kind of needed to happen and this is fine. ^^

[Valk]

Hawkfeather nearly jumped out of his thoughts and his fur all at once when he heard the feminine voice announce behind him. She had spooked him and he had enough control of himself to not jump so she didn't see it, or so he hoped. He didn't dare turn to meet her eyes with his own instead listened patiently to her words. He'd had figured if she came perusing after it would be with comforting words that would make him melt underneath the anger he brought with him. Yet again he was proved wrong, instead of melting the anger away into a nonchalant manner as he suspected, it was transformed into curiosity and slight satisfaction. 

He wasn't exactly so sure of himself or where the satisfaction came from but he was satisfied either way. Perhaps it was because she had proved him wrong and continued to do so or it was just because she still lingered in his presence. 

Incredibly rude? She brought an amused glow to his spring green eyes; she was far too considerate for her own entity, too empathetic to be so disoriented with her own emotions. She was the spark of hope and he was the monstrous night of despair that attempted to destroy every little bit of faith left. Yet she continued to illuminate and lethargically infect the despair that constantly threatened to conquer many. That could be the reason he was attracted to her, she was so pure and despite how he denied it his sadistic nature lusted to contriturate it. But was interrupted by some essence within him that restrained him. 

That was perhaps the reason why part of him beckoned to annihilate her. She could very well be the creature that extirpates him.  Therefore if he didn't abolish her she would do such to him perhaps in such a seductive alluring way he wouldn't even mind coming to his own end. To have her petite frame even touching his frame would send him into uncontrollable shivers of pure lust. He closed his eyes letting his imagination take him away. His voice overpowered his train of thought when he caught the end of her sentence.

"Alone? No, you’re not getting out of telling me about your family. You still need to vent to someone and why I may not be favorable of that in general at least i won't tell anyone. Even if i attempted they wouldn't bother to listen. I could be something like a secret-keeper for your thoughts and feelings."

He rose to his paws and returned her smile; it was small, somewhat genuine, yet held a bit of uncertainty behind it. Hawkfeather hadn't ever really smiled, smirked of course but that was different from smiling. Using his tail he signaled for her to lead the way, despite his rash personality he had learned respect for anyone that deserved and Whispering wind’s deserved everything he could offer in his mind, even if she wouldn't take it.

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Comments- Tada, Hawkfeather is having second thoughts about his obsession with Whisperingwinds....will it stop? NO MWAUAHAHA XD

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WHISPERINGWINDS -

Whisperingwinds blinked softly at the tom's words and smiled, briefly amused at his suggestion of a secret-keeper. That didn't sound half bad actually and all-in-all she seemed to appreciate it. Besides, it was a change for the better. There weren't a lot of cats in the clan she could talk to without having her words spread around before she even had time to blink. It was why she didn't bother much with conversation on huge topics.

"A secret-keeper, huh?" She murmured lightly, testing out the words and smiling lightly to herself as she slowly started towards the river at the signal of his tail.

"That actually sounds.. Pretty nice. There's not a lot of clan mates I can go around talking to about things without it being spread." She stated with a small grimace at the thought. She had learned in time to keep her mouth shut when she was around certain cats. It hadn't taken long for the whole clan to find out Braveheart had black cough because she had talked to the wrong clan mate about it. For her sake and her father's she had managed to convince nearly the whole clan that Braveheart had retired to the elder's den early due to a lack of energy and weakening bones, no from black cough. That way Braveheart could still keep some of his pride intact and make sure everyone knew that he was okay. But did that stick with the clan? No, it didn't, because she had went and blabbed to someone she thought she could trust and they had went and blurted to another cat and so on and so forth. She had easily become greatly annoyed after that. She didn't like when people spoke of her or her family behind her back and when the statement that her father had black cough came back to her you could bet she had chewed the first teller out for even opening their mouth. She found herself huffing quietly at the thought and immediately caught herself before further annoyance could enter her being. She glanced over at Hawkfeather briefly and offered a smile.

"The river's a great place to get away to when a bit of peace is needed. It's so nice and pretty." She smiled, disliking how she couldn't have found a better word to describe it's beauty since she was just blabbering out words to get the conversation going. She slipped stealthily through the reeds and poked her head out, purring when she found the river to be deserted and flowing peacefully. The rush of water met her ears and her body crept out of the reeds to approach the river, beaming happily. She had gotten her love for the river from Braveheart as he always stated when she was younger; the river was your friend, if it wasn't then you wouldn't have been born into Riverclan. Though she wouldn't know how Hawkfeather would feel about it.

"Do you like the water?" She asked, glancing over to him and tipping her head curiously. It wouldn't matter to her weather he did or didn't but it was out of genuine curiosity. She smiled and sauntered over to the river, slipping into the shallow area and laying in the water to cool off since Starclan had blessed them with a gorgeous day of warm weather.

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Comments - N/A

[Valk]

The Bengal tom followed after her, merely only a few paw steps behind being a male he was tempted to watch her walk but thought better of it. He didn't want to seem creepy especially when she was attempting to become comfortable with him. He sped up a bit to be walking beside her as she continued on talking about how she didn't have anyone to actually chat with. That rang alarms off in his head that perhaps this was how he could win her or destroy her. 

It lay in his paws in the end of what he wanted to do, abolish or ameliorate the blissful soul. 

"...It’s so nice and pretty."

Similar to you little butterfly. 

His thoughts almost crept from his throat but he didn't, his mind willed him not to while his miniature black heart scream for him to do such. What a war went on inside him so viciously nearly similar to the atrocity he could cause.  He glanced over at her as she slipped through the reeds much like a snake slithering on the ground, deadly and beautiful. She wasn't deadly of course the exact opposite much similar to a saint if anything. 

His head snapped in her direction when she inquired a question. Water? What did that matter? By the look in her eyes it meant something of higher value and because of that reason he’d answer. He of course did enjoy the river, it was a killer much like himself. It could be tranquil and passive and then arise with such a power it would quake fear in all. He was that except for the tranquil part. He was passive with his emotions other than anger so that was the mere similarity with them. 

"Water, yes. It quenches the thirst, and a source for us to survive. But the river as a whole is something I desire for when I need solitude and wisdom."

He let his tongue roll out the words as his voice rumbled in a monotone. He stepped forward after finishing his sentence and lowered his head allowing his broad shoulders to seem even larger and his cumbersome glorious frame rippled. The bronze fur dappled with black spots clutch tightly to his thick muscles that proudly stated their existence as his body crouched to drink from the river. He was a frightening but scary sight all at once especially with his well-known status. But to her he just wanted to be viewed as a protector and perhaps one day a friend as he knew that was as far as he would ever be able to get. It wouldn't be long before Stormpelt or another tom came prancing along and sweeping her off her paws, thus leaving the vexed tom in a state of delusional and corruption of emotions. 

Hawkfeather’s eyes darted over to meet hers as she waded in the shallow end of the river; her fur now wet was darker near the bottom of her legs and returned to her beige color creeping up to her thighs. His eyes wandered her frame for a moment before quickly turning their attention to the water. He concluded that if she had saw them she was neither flattered by his sexual stare but wouldn't point it out because she was too courteous. He was thankful for that or she would have been long gone from his presence out of mere disgust for the way he was.

"You still haven't spoken of your family, you’re clever. Very clever quizzing me will not get you out of the question I have intended for you nor will your beauty distract me for longer than a moment. I will not leave you be till you release the emotions you've pent up inside out of considerations to others. Its unhealthy and I should know."

He was being a little straightforward and realized he had mistakenly called her beautiful. He hadn't intended to do such because he didn’t want her to get any ideas. He was lucky she had been oblivious to the other signals that could have gave it away. Maybe she would take this one as a friendly gesture which he so dearly hoped but he couldn't tell with her. She was one she-cat he couldn't understand with a brief exchange of three to four sentences. She was complex and he admired it deeply.

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Comments- Jeez I love these two role playing together

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WHISPERINGWINDS -

Whisperingwinds purred quietly in contentment for once as the waters weak current tugged at her short pelt, completely oblivious to Hawkfeather as she took that moment to enjoy herself and wash away what problems she had with the river until they were brought back up. Her blue eyes wandered over to her tom companion and she tipped her head softly before attempting to smother a small laugh.

"Well of course it quenches thirst," She stated obviously, rolling her eyes lightly at him and smirking. "I meant swimming wise, silly." She cleared up as she slid down into a comfortable laying position to wet her underbelly and let her tail flow with the current of the river. She smiled softly and paused as she watched Hawkfeather, her ear tip lightly twitching as she took note of the birds singing in a few trees across in Thunderclan's territory. She had never enjoyed the birds as food, seeing as she preferred fish and water vole, but it was nice to listen to them sing. She didn't wish to see one of them perish in mid song as they always sounded so beautiful, each one holding a different tune and voice.

She paused in mid thought at Hawkfeather's words and offered him a wry smile of response and an innocent shrug of her shoulders, though a brief blush seemed to creep over her at the compliment. Sure she had heard other call her such but she balled up and became shy every time she heard it. She quietly composed herself for a second and though that over.

"Say I don't want you to leave me be. I won't have a choice but to keep my mouth shut if you plan on leaving me so soon afterwards." She laughed jokingly and smiled. It was the truth, of course. Even if she barely knew him she was enjoying the conversations between each other. She was already comfortable and perfectly content around him and had no intentions of letting her new found friend scampering off anytime soon.

"But if you're so willing to know then let's get it out of the way." She stated as she rose up to her paws from laying in the water and trudged up to the land, standing a respectful distance from Hawkfeather before she shook out her pelt and crept over to sit beside him.

"There's plenty of things to start with. What do you want to know?"

Word Count - 435
Comments - I do too. x3

[Valk]

If any creature could be more of a vex to him, he wouldn't believe it.  She was blushing from his words and his heart raced slightly. What did that mean? Was it good or bad? Blushing out of embarrassment or because she was pleased. He urged himself not to pester her with those sudden questions and within the next moments found that he was distracted yet again.

His ears strained forward trying to catch all the sounds of her luxurious voice as it let out a melody of laughter. Enchanted entirely as usual but the spell was uncasted instantly when he caught on with her joke. Did she really have the intention of staying? Of keeping him in her company? And if so why? 

Filled with bewilderment but it was hushed enough to never reach his exterior. She was so relaxed and it made him nearly afraid for her. When she rose to her paws his own massive paws trembled as she shook the water from her pelt gracing him with a moment he was certain many would die to view. As she stalked towards him before placing herself nearly whiskers away from his side his tick crept itself to a higher rate. He twitched four times within five seconds before he ceased the aggravating tick. 

He had barely heard what she had asked him. Something about what he wanted to know. He wanted to know why she remained in his presence. Why she was so close to him.  Why was she the one he had to be obsessed with?  Why was she so innocent and gorgeous? So easy to comminute. So many unreasonable that would probably just frighten her off and he didn’t want that especially when he already struggled to keep the mere company of a tree. He smiled at his own joke about himself, well wasn’t he a tad quick minded at the moment.  But that wasn't the questions he was supposed to ask now was he. He was supposed to be inquiring her about her family. Yes, family. 

What had happened to her family was the question he had intended to ask but instead he found himself asking something entirely different.

"Not what I want to know, what you need to release from within you. If anything I want know why you torment yourself with whatever is bothering you and then try to conceal it. So tell me what are you concealing so willfully?"

Such a question he had asked, he sounded nearly as old as an elder. But his appearance said otherwise. Her pelt was cold and sent the chills to his body. He guessed his own body heat was being granted to her and perhaps that was the reason she settled so close to him. When his own pelt brushed against hers by accident as she attempted to put space between them, a spark set fire throughout his body and shiver went throughout him. He had thoughts to ask but he had already screwed himself over once and had no intentions of doing it once more. Besides she was obviously a puzzle he had to constantly analyze to ever figure out and this made the task even greater than the thrill of killing.

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Comments- If Whisperingwinds doesn't end up falling for this dude it going to be all hell and comedy that breaks lose. But I don't want you to tell me if she will I like surprise reactions XD

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WHISPERINGWINDS -

Whisperingwinds couldn't help but blow out a sigh at hearing those words, quietly casting him a side glance before shrugging her shoulders slightly and beginning to lightly lap at the spots of her damp fur where she had been in the water to smooth it down and align it the way she preferred her would be. She had expected the normal answer of, "You're family. I want to know about them." But she had gotten this in return which had managed to briefly surprise the beige she-cat.

"Torment myself?" She scoffed softly and shook her head slowly at Hawkfeather in response as she paused from grooming her pelt.

"You should know that I don't torment myself, it was simply upsetting to think about." She answered softly and dismissively and she shifted to groom the remaining of her pelt before turning back to Hawkfeather and focusing on him.

"If you must know, as I mentioned, it's from family." She sighed as she started out. She wasn't going to enjoy spilling all of this out but figured she had gone this far and there was no sense in stopping now.

"Most of my family is dead. The only kin I have left is my father, Braveheart. And he's in the elder's den with black cough." She stated as a frown took over her features and her blue eyes briefly downcast. She hated feeling self pity as there was no reason for it but she did.

"My grandparents died before my brother, Soaringpaw, and I were born so we never had the pleasure of meeting them. Soaringpaw was one of the closest cats in the clan to me and.. You could imagine the pain I felt when he died. There was a fight Shadowclan started when I was an apprentice. He was hurt and put in the medicine cat's den for the following night. He died in his sleep. My mother died the same way of green cough, in her sleep." She murmured, frowning and shrugging faintly.

"And as I said.. My father had black cough. The medicine cat told me it was a fifty fifty chance of him either living or dying. So I go and visit him every day at sun high to make sure he eats and drinks before going back to my clan duties." She stated softly, briefly pausing to glance towards the sky for a second before focusing back on Hawkfeather.

"I told you it wasn't very important. A lot of cats have had is worse off then this so I really have no room to be self wallowing in pity."

Word Count - 471
Comments - I made you a post before I go to school. :3