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Post by xx snakey on Feb 6, 2010 21:37:32 GMT -5
Duskstar didn't really know why he was sitting on the edge of the Thunderpath. Something about today made him want to risk his life for no reason. Still slightly shaken from his battle with the adders, Duskstar shook himself, licking a healing wound on his shoulder. He sighed, staring at the dark forest of Shadowclan. Something moved on the other side, a dark, lethal shape. It was a Shadowclan warrior, a she-cat. A beautiful she-cat. Sleek black fur covered his whole body and her form was slim and dangerous. Malicously lovely. He purred, standing up and lashing his tail, trying to catch her eye. He hoped she'd see him.
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Post by havok on Feb 6, 2010 21:57:20 GMT -5
Warhawk
Patrolling alone wasn't all that fun. It wasn't all that bad either, Warhawk liked being alone, maybe even moreso than some of her Clanmates. At the moment, she'd just got to the edge of their territory, the Thunderpath. A monster growled past, and she shrugged it off. She didn't get why most cats were so afraid of them. Sure, they could kill a cat if they felt like it, but they usually stuck to their path and didn't care about the Clan cats. When it passed, she noticed something she hadn't before, another cat. However, it wasn't just any cat, it was Duskstar, the monster of a ThunderClan Leader. Her emotions roiled, a growl on her lips, her back fur spiking on end, and her claws unsheathing to dig into the foliage beneath her paws. He was lashing his tail tauntingly, as he'd obviously spotted her before she had seen him. For now, he was on his side of the Thunderpath and she only continued to glare at him with her icy-blue eyes.
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Post by xx snakey on Feb 6, 2010 22:05:16 GMT -5
Duskstar smirked and shrugged. If she wanted it that way. He padded out onto the Thunderpath, standing in the center and smiling dauntingly at her. The center of the Thunderpath was consitered the boundry between Shadowclan and Thunderclan. He sat down, unafraid of any 'monsters' that might roll passed. He was focused on her, those pretty blue eyes. "Why, hello there? Out of a stroll I presume?" He mused, chuckling and wrapping his tail around his paws. He ignored that odd sticky feeling of the ground beneath his paws and inhaled deeply, trying to catch a whiff of her scent.
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Post by havok on Feb 6, 2010 22:13:21 GMT -5
Warhawk
Mockingly, the ThunderClan Leader padded out to the center of the Thunderpath, obviously unafraid, but in Warhawk's mind, he was just being stupid. He called out to her and she hissed. Cheeky bastard! She'd show him. Aggression in her every movement, though she was as silent as darkness, she trotted out to get in his face, snarling, "Maybe I was. Maybe I was doing my duty to my Clan and because you're here, maybe I have the right to tear your pelt off! You're at the border, Duskstar, I could say you were trespassing." So what if she was threatening a Leader and so what if that could cause a war right then and there? She didn't care, she'd threatened him before, at the Gathering, maybe he remembered that and was trying to get her worked up. At the moment, a good, mindless battle actually sounded fine.
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Post by xx snakey on Feb 6, 2010 22:20:00 GMT -5
Duskstar smirked, his tail flicking. "You could, but it would be pointless because I have no intention to be agressive against Shadowclan... or you, for that matter." He shifted, glancing up and down the Thunderpath. No monsters in sight, he continued. "So, what's your name? I'm Duskstar, as you may already know." He gave her his best smile, trying to seem charming but inside he was... nervous, an emotion he didn't normally feel. Curious of this, he tried to act calm and collected, to impress her. He put on his best smile, of course, and hiped he didn't look to beragged, his fur still mussed up from his adder fight.
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Post by havok on Feb 6, 2010 23:39:40 GMT -5
Warhawk
He actually smiled at her! Warhawk couldn't help sneering at him in both disgust and confusion. "What's wrong with you?!" Of all the strangities she'd ever encountered, this was going up there on the top five. Of course she knew who he was, did he think she was stupid? Her question was, did he even remember her? She was one of the first to strike out against him at the Gathering, even more she'd actually tried to leap at him, her claws unsheathed as she'd yowled for his blood. How could he have forgotten? Still, she guessed he wouldn't have known her name. She spat her answer, "Warhawk, a proud warrior of ShadowClan, mentored by Stormcry, daughter of Ghostwing and Angryfang! That enough information for you?" He was acting weird and she didn't like it one bit. What if he was baiting her? What if he had his Clan nearby and planned on capturing her as a ransom to her Clan? Warily, she took one step back. Warhawk couldn't afford that kind of trouble. Though she was sure enough of herself to be able to take on at least two warriors by herself, she knew she couldn't take more than three and get away alive.
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Post by xx snakey on Feb 7, 2010 11:48:06 GMT -5
He smiled, nodding. "Oh, I do remember you. you were that quirky little she-cat at the Gathering sprouting words of nonesense. 'I'll kill you' This and 'Fight me' That..." He stood up, stepping forward, his nose just inches from hers. His eyes were warm, like liquid honey, and his smile nice, charming, but polite. He hoped his size was not too daunting, though he was quite a bit bigger then her. Though, then again, he was taller then most cats, and could knock them flat with one good paw swipe.
"Though, I'm sur you never meant any of that." He said, the ground starting to quiver under his paws. He looked up, and then down the Thunderpath. A monster, big and red, was speeding toward them faster then Duskstar had ever seen. his pelt prickled and her poised himself to run back acrossed the Thunderpath but there was no time. It was either save himself or save Warhawk. He looked back at the she-cat, panic eveident in his expression. He leapt forward, slamming into Warhawk and knocking her off the Thunderpath.
A yowled ripped from his throat as the monster's 'teeth' clipped his flank, sending him sprawlling down the gravel bank on the Shadowclan side of the path. His right hind flank burned in agony, limp and useless at his side as he fought back whimpers of pain. He'd never felt that kind of pain, it was like his life was ending but he could still feel himself. He looked up, locking eyes with Warhawk and something inside him changed. His heart clenched, seizing up in his chest as emotion washed over him in a wave. He gasped inwardly. No... I can't... fall in love... His thoughts were broken, confused. Why? How had this happened?
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Post by havok on Feb 7, 2010 14:07:38 GMT -5
Warhawk
Hissing as he openly mocked her. Nonsense?! She didn't mean any of it?! How dare he? Anger writhing in her blood, her claws sheathed and unsheathed, anticipating her leap for him. An overly active imagenation ran wild, feeling his fur in her fangs, the coppery taste of blood, and his dying yowls. Warhawk managed to say, "You're a fool," before he sped into her, flinging both cats off the Thunderpath and into ShadowClan's side of the border. Catching sight of a huge, red, monster, she gasped as she hit the ground with a muffled 'thump', Duskstar sprawled out next to him, his flank looked battered, broken, and bloody. A grimace touched her face. Though only a second earlier, she'd been wishing his death, and now she felt pity for this dark monster that had just saved her life.
Locking gazes with her, she merely raised a brow at him. "Why'd you do that?" she couldn't help asking, "I've threatened to kill you! I don't even want to help you now, even though you saved me. I still think the forest, the Clans would be better off without you! Why'd you save me?!" Thuroughly confused with the ThunderClan Leader, she wondered if she'd be better off leaving him there or dragging him off to his side of the border and just going back home. Already, Warhawk wanted to forget this encounter ever happened. She wanted to curl up with her mother, Ghostwing, in the Elder's den, or Stormcry, or Shrewfur, in the warrior's den and just forget.
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Post by xx snakey on Feb 7, 2010 14:20:16 GMT -5
Duskstar looked at her, his heart breaking because even in the millisecond it took him to fall for this she-cat he knew it could never be, they could never be. He struggled to regain his footing, his hind leg lying uselessly off his flank. He tried to push himself up with hsi front paws but they fell out from under him and he sighed.
"I couldn't bear the thought of someone as beautiful as you dying because I failed to act." He said after a moment, staring at the gravel with pain burning in the back of his mind, both phyiscal and emotional. He glanced at her again, her beautiful blue eyes and gorgeous brown fur, he just couldn't take it. He pushed himself off the ground again, this time sucsessfully regaining his footing but not without alot of pain. He looked at his injured leg, bloodied and felt the pain in the joints. He sneered.
He must've popped it out of place. He remembered the time he'd done that, falling off a rock at Highstones. It had hurt badly, but he'd managed to put it back by pushing it against something. It had been very painful though, not as painful as this. He tried to sit down, and then wince, jumping at the spike of pain he received. H sighed and resolved to flop back down on his side, unable to stop the mewl of pain that escaped his throat. What was he to do now? Sit here and suffer while Warhawk no doubt would kill him nine times over?
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Post by havok on Feb 7, 2010 14:39:43 GMT -5
Warhawk
Duskstar's answer put her off balance more than him attacking her Clan ever would. Beautiful? He was completely out of it, she concluded. That Monster must've knocked whatever brains had been left in him, out. Warhawk's voice was softer now as she murmured, "What's wrong with you?" This was the demon that threatened to take over the forest? This was the nightmare that wanted to destroy her family, her traditions, her Clan? His painful mewls cut through her and she sneered, torn between the morality in her and the anger she felt for the ThunderClan Leader. Looking away from him, she just sat there, unsure of what to do. Wariness for her Clan didn't let her just leave him there, fury wanted to kill him, gentleness wanted to take care of him, but Warhawk was lost.
Sighing, she mewled, "Go home, Duskstar. If you need help getting across the Thunderpath, I'll assist you, but no further." She'd made her choice, hopefully, it'd been the right one. What would Sharpstar had said or done? He was a just Leader and she looked up to him and so many others, doing her best to follow their example. She could only wonder. Only problem was, they weren't here now, with her, unable to council her or take care of this monstrosity for her. Guessing this was just a part of being a Warrior, she scoffed at herself in disgust.
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Post by xx snakey on Feb 7, 2010 14:51:11 GMT -5
Duskstar chuckled and shook his head. "I can't leave, move for that matter, for a while." Then his slight, pained smile faded. What was wrong with him? He shivered, a shudder running up his spine. "I don't... nothing is... I don't think anything's wrong with me... I just... I just want peace. No more bloodshed, prosperity for all clans... I don't see what about that is so hard to understand." His voice cracked with pain, the strain from standing up reopening the wound on his neck and crimson blood now stained the thick gray fur of his neck and shoulder. He took a minute to lick the blood away, the stale taste of the adder's venom on his tongue.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Warhawk?" His voice was a murmur as he stared at the ground, trying to block out the pain of his leg and the pain in his heart. His tail twitched, Dawnkit's face appearing in his mind. If he did not get back to camp soon she'd worry. His poor kit, worried sick about him... And Silverflower. Her named came with malice in his mind. She had been a good mate, Dawnkit was proof of that, but he didn't love her as he used to. Why was that? He did not know.
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Post by havok on Feb 7, 2010 15:07:14 GMT -5
Warhawk
Warhawk scoffed as he said he couldn't move for the moment. Damn him. He spouted off some nonsense about wanting peace. "You're a liar, Duskstar," she snapped, "Uniting the Clans won't bring peace, it'll only create a roiling mass of chaos. We'll all turn back into squabbling Rogues if your plan succeeds. My mentor and I have sworn already that we'll either kill you for this, or die trying. I won't live in a world molded by you." Strong words, she knew. Being a story-teller and a master over words, it only made sense, but unlike some others, she had the gall to back them up with force or facts. War throbbed in her blood. She was almost glad for his stupid proposition at the gathering. Born in war, she vowed to die in it. Like the maker of true stories, she wanted to die as she'd lived, not wasted away by the passage of time.
Sneering as she answered his question, "Yes, my mother, and my mentor. Stormcry loves me like a daughter and my mother is my mother, it's only natural." Was he trying to seduce her? He was doing a bad job of it. "Don't try to play with me, Duskstar, I already know you have a mate and a kit, word gets around in the Clans. Especially news about the Leaders. What most don't know is that a tom of my Clan has been courting me, so you can just stop where you're at." What she said was partially true. Shrewfur was a good friend of her's and being a young she-cat with hopes for romance and dreams for a family of her own, she could only think that he liked her back.
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Post by xx snakey on Feb 7, 2010 15:28:16 GMT -5
Duskstar looked at her. Her words were true, it would bring chaos and Starclan, now lost to him, had approved of this. Why? He wondered. "If that is how you feel, I understand. I loved my clan once, until I found it was full of sniveling fools who knew nothing of true strength. I admire your pride Warhawk, but your words are false. I am not molding your world, you only believe I am. It is a ploy fueled by your own hatred for me and a lie your physe has created. You may be a story-teller, but they are only stories. Time to come back to reality." He let it slip. He knew much more about her then he let on at first, but now nothing was holding him back. He had to have her first, before who ever this male was that was courting her got to her.
He stood up again, ignoring the pain the shot through him limped to a near by tree. He would not be weak in front of her. He would fix himself, and he'd make her his own. He looked at his wounded leg, grit his teeth and prayed this wouldn't hurt as much as he thought it would. Suddenly, slamming his flank against the rough bark, he gasped in pain, a loud Pop! ringing through the air.
He stepped back, testing his foot on the ground after a moment. It still hurt, but worked. He gave himself a minute to calm down, then turned back to Warhawk. Something burned in his eyes, a mixture of love, lust and determination. His lip curled back in a snarl.
"Your very ungrateful you know." He snarled, taking a step toward her. Pain was dulled by the fire in his soul, the yearning. "I just saved your life and you yell at me for things I can't control, things Starclan told me to do." That was a lie, but he gave the line so easily that it seemed flawlessly truthful. "I love you and you push me away from some flea-bag that will no doubt leave you in the future. You give up the chance to be with the strongest cat in the forest because of your petty clan. What's wrong with you?" He stepped closer, and closer, closing distance between then with each slightly pained movement of his paws. "You say I'm a fool, but look at you! You're the fool, Warhawk." Then he was nose to nose with her, his now hard, cold amber eyes staring into hers. Everything about him was tense, ready to spring at any moment, but he didn't. Why?
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Post by havok on Feb 7, 2010 15:54:16 GMT -5
Warhawk
He called her false and she growled. He used to love his Clan and that was sad. Sharpstar still loved his Clan, and she knew he'd never turn his back on them again. The fact that she'd had to add again to that thought made her wince. He'd abandoned them, yes, but he'd come back, she didn't have to cry over it anymore. Her love for her Clan was strong and she couldn't see how anycat could just turn their back on their Clan. After all, one's Clan was one's family. "How can you leave them like that? You're their Leader, they look up to you and follow you into all dangers. You can't just destroy them like that!" Warhawk didn't care if ThunderClan was, in fact her enemy Clan, even she had simpathy for them when their Leader was a demon in cat form. He was insane, maddened by power. That or the taint of the Dark Forest was already on him, she could almost see it now. Her forefathers had been descended from evil cats of the Dark Forest and they'd tried to turn her before. Warhawk had fought them though, and she'd won. It looked like Duskstar hadn't been so lucky.
Standing up, she unsheathed her claws as he slammed into a tree, popping his mangled leg back into place. He called her ungrateful, spitting in her face about her evils against him. Thrusting her face into his, her icy-blue eyes burned into his fiery amber. 'I'm not afraid of him,' she steeled herself, even though her heartbeat seemed irregular and she felt it pulse in her ears. He yowled his unwanted love for her, and insulted both Shrewfur, her, and her Clan in general. "How dare you?" she hissed, even as he looked prepared to strike her, she stood her ground. Her heartbeat calmed, she was ready. A Warrior was always ready to face a threat. Her senses spread, the whispering wind was encouraging, the twitter of birds slowly fading, and she could feel her Clan. They may not have been with her in the flesh, but she was a Warrior, they were always with her.
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Post by xx snakey on Feb 7, 2010 16:02:32 GMT -5
Duskstar yowled in rage, snarling at her. "How dare I!? How dare you! How dare you force me to risk my life for you, infaturate me and crush my heart under your petty paws! How dare you dare you insult my leadership! I am out everyday hunting and patroling for my clan, just because I have lost all respect for them does nto mean I wish death apon them!" He felt utterly insulted, this she-cat thought him to be some sort of fool, stupid, something she could manipulate. Well she was wrong. He'd show her, he'd give her a burden she could not bare, somethign she'd have to carry or die because of it. He sneered, an evil grin on his face. "Ifyou knew what I wished apon you at this very moment, my love, you'd be very afraid, very, very afraid." His voice was barely a whisper. He held his ground, waiting for the right moment. He was about to spring when...
ooc: enter Marshflight! xD
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