Cutting \\ the Wind in Two \\

[(aurora) of the problematique]

I see nothing in your eyes
And the more I see the less I like
Is it over yet?
In my head

^{Windstripe scowled still at Heartlessfrost and despite what Sablestar had said, the tom kept an never-ending storage bank of spite in his mind. The lean grey tabby tom did not mind the ThunderHead Clouds. In truth, he came here to get away from that simpleton Heartlessfrost and those angst-filled souls Sablestar had snatched from the claws of StarClan like a piece of meat.}

I know nothing of your kind
And I won't reveal your evil mind
Is it over yet?
I can't wait

^{His short hair was waving the humid wind the Clouds cooked up. By the Tribe, he couldn't wait to get his talons on that damned Widowmaker if she ever died. He wondered if she believed in StarClan even though she wasn't a Clan cat. She had come from a monastery, he knew that, and that she believed her ancestors protected her. Isn't that what StarClan was? Windstripe shrugged and clawed the air. He could feel the wind rend in two around his paw and then rejoin.}

So sacrifice yourself
And let me have whats left
I know that I can find
The fire in your eyes
I'm going all the way
Get away

^{Windstripe blinked his grey-green eyes and looked behind him. He wondered if Sablestar had a way for him to go back to the ground, to haunt that blasted Widowmaker until she forced herself to join the Tribe, where he'd torment her even more. Sablestar would like her. That Aurora was almost like him: ominous, destructive, untrusting of surroundings. He mused for a moment. What if Sablestar could persuade the Widowmaker to join the Tribe's side but still be down on the ground?}

You take the breath right out of me
You left a hole where my heart should be
You gotta fight just to make it through
Cause I'll be the death of you

This will be all over soon
Pour salt into the open wound
Is it over yet?
Let me in

^{Windstripe nodded with a faint smile. Maybe she could take care of those kits he's been thinking about since those thoughts keep bombarding me at random times. He slapped himself. What in the world was he doing thinking about allying himself with his killer? The tom sighed and turned around, pacing for a moment.}

So sacrifice yourself
And let me have what's left
I know that I can find
The fire in your eyes
I'm going all the way
Get away

You take the breath right out of me
You left a hole where my heart should be
You gotta fight just to make it through
Cause I'll be the death of you

^{I should talk to Sablestar about it. If that Widowmaker has been receiving dreams from her ancestors, maybe he can insert some too, Windstripe thought meticulously. It wouldn't hurt to try...even if he did hate that blast she-cat.}

I'm waiting
I'm hating
Realize
Start hiding

You take the breath right out of me
You left a hole where my heart should be
You gotta fight just to make it through
Cause I'll be the death of you

[trissea]

Sablestar had followed the angry tom to the ThunderHead Clouds, curious and devilishly plotting. He watched Windstripe's thoughtful face with searching brown eyes. He saw Windstripe's hatred of Aurora through his betraying eyes, which for Sablestar were windows into the other cat's mind. He could hear every thought that went through Windstripe's mind as clearly as if they had been spoken, but he would let the gray cat wonder what he did and didn't know. "I'm afraid, Windstripe, that spite is no longer the currency of this realm." His strong, but level voice rang out amongst the cloudy hills.

OOC: LOL, Pirates of the Caribbean 2 Moment!!!

[(aurora) of the problematique]

^{Windstripe inwardly scowled at the intrusion, but he knew it was bound to happen. "Sir...if you truly read my mind, then was what I was thinking a good idea? If you managed to convert her to the Tribe while still living, she could be an advantage for you," he said somberly, grey tail twitching. He ignored Sablestar's comment about spite.}

[trissea]

Sablestar inwardly smiled at Windstripe's intelligence. His eyes looked thoughtful for a moment as he considered what the other tom had said, and he took his time making a decision. When he had, he gaze his chest fur a few long licks (for suspense) and looked up with a flick of an ear.


"Windstripe. Really, I know she killed you, but if you watch her, she is too much of a good soul for me to use her easily." His voice was slow and swaying, fairly calm sounding, and he whisked his tail to a break in the colds above them, motioning for Windstripe to look up.


Before the tabby toms, a sudden vision came up where the clouds parted. Any mortal cat would be terrified, but Sablestar was so used to this that it only gave him a slight thrill of excitement. The vision showed a slender black and white she-cat with a badger cub at her heels, heading toward the BrightClan Camp with a sauntering gait.

It skipped to where she was in front of the nursery, talking gently to kits and to her 'son', Sage, who had just joined the Clan. She was more of a threat to the camp than a bluebird was, sure, but she didn't look like one to cause much trouble.

Sablestar knew he could win her over, but he preferred not to waste energy, not when there were so many truly evil cats in the forest that would be of much better use to him. He glanced back over to Windstripe as the clouds overlapped again, closing thier view on the world below.

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sup>Windstripe's eye twitched. "Good soul? Sir, if you managed to convince her over here, she would injure or kill more cats for you in a day than a Monster plus all the badgers in the area do in a moon! She's the Widowmaker! The supposed Chosen One who leads those blasted Clankits to fight us! Her son was just killed and it wouldn't have happened if those StarClanforsaken BrightClan kits hadn't made fun of his brother!!" he exploded and then hastily covered his mouth. He couldn't believe what he had just done: taken his anger at Heartlessfrost out on Sablestar! He was surely in for it now.

The tom backed up, hastily bowing low. "Apologies, sir... I'll be going now. Do you want me to take an all-day patrol?"</sup>

[trissea]

Sablestar tuned Windstripe out. He ahd other plans. He felt the other cat's anger in heat waves, rushing over him, but he just blinked. Foolish cat. He knew Windstripe wasn't angry at him but at Heartlessfrost, and he actually managed to find the whole predicament rather amusing.

"No, Windstripe. All you need to do is keep yourself out of the plans for now, because once you're in, you're in for good. And trust me, you don't want this right now. Maybe later." Without waiting to see what the gray tabby would do, Sablestar trundled casually off, his paws leading him back to camp. Heartlessfrost may be heartless, but she was a good deputy, and he would discuss this with her.