back off, i'll take you [on]

[sorrowfrost]

I cast my gaze around to view the mountainous cliffs that lined one edge of the main valley. The canyons were no doubt a maze to be followed, or lost in. I was sure each led to a place of ones own. This land was the palce I called home, for I was indeed a loner. I came from the cold lands where snow fell on a regular basis and cold was a simple fact of life. To be here, with tempertures quite high in some seasons, was different, exotic more like it. Ooh, yes one might say I was on vacation, a permenant one that is. I had no intentions of returning.

Some would settle differences in different ways, more violent ways. Not the say the outcome was always oh so pleasent but such were the consequences to be paid for ones hotheaded actions. One might think a scratch here and there cant bother much, but oh how eas it would be to end up with a broken neck, and as you lay dying thinking; wow, that was stupid. But that wouldnt change anything, you would still be there, loosing life with every breath you took. You might think that some common sense would flow through, and yet I still saw so many fighting for useless reasons. Ever so pointless.

I stopped to look over my shoulder. The wind carried many scents over to assault my airways. I caught scent of several clan cats, and of those few loners that happened to come across here. It was all so stale. Not that I minded in the least anyways, I was antisocialistic. The company of others had been deprives from me for far too long and now it no longer mattered to me whether I had someone or not. Crazy as it may seem, I did speak to myself on a frequent basis, and why not? Some might think I had lost my mind. Newsflash for them, I was failry certain of my sanity. Was being different was a bad thing anyways?

I can face up and say yes, I am that little runt of the family. Indeed, I have the rather short legs set on petite, dainty paws built to carry my small frame. I find use for my size, and my brown and black camoflauged pelt helps in most seasons, even more so in hunting. Im quite the army member with my earthen tones and short, yet sharp, claws. Razor sharp teeth are just another weapon I've been trained to use when the time is right. My stealth might be my greatest weapon. Oh how easy it can be to sneak up when you blend in and happen to be of very light weight. Several blinks of my green eyes, a flick of an average tail and I can be out of there in a second, using my light weight in advantage for speed. Im not a giant, nor do I rely on my strength. Wits and cunning is what I was all about anyways.

RECONCILE
back off i'll take you on,
headstrong to take on anyone

[all out JINX ♥]

The heat of the day caught the moving sand and made it sparkle, poison filled orbs glowed from the sand like 2 green moons. The thin, tall mound of gleaming grains shook it's self like a dog beofre moving gracefully and swiftly around the rocks. Small black stones carried the gleaming mound around every corner, twist, and turn. Long strands of hair stuck out of the mound, quivering as the wind hit them. 2 small black stones sat ontop of the large mound in the shape of triangles, a long floating stream of sand trialed behind it's owner like a floating leash with a black stone at the end.

The sandy short-haired femme gracefully weaved around every corner with her pure black paws guiding her. Deep green optics looked like pools of poison, with the hate and intensity mixed in they were walking orbs of death. The small black dots on her chest and belly were like shadows under the heat of the day, the thin black stripe in the middle of her back looked as if it divided the long-legged femme in-half. Her white maw stained with some blood from her morning meal, her long black claws were hidden in her small black paws. The scent of a nearby feline came to the female's maw, a scent hasn't met with yet. The deadly tan femme cautiously and swiftly moved forward until she saw a small camouflaged frame of a loner. A ivory blood-stained row of razor sharp teeth gleamed with an evil smile. After getting back and away from Rio and the Moonclan femme on Moonclan territory, the poisoness pools of the tan she-rogue told her to come here. She didn't know why but meeting a new cat was rewarding and a chance to get them on her side.

"And who may you be..... a former kitty-pet?... No your scent is to hateful to be a kitty-pet..... Why are you filled with so much hate my friend?" Poison's smooth irresistable voice was full of curiousity, suprisingly she wasn't acting as she would with any other cat. Her deep poisoness green pools shone from the early spring day, fur gleaming from the dew of the morning. "I'm Poison by-the-way" For some reason Poison felt safe not acting around this cat, how odd. The gleaming tan femme sat down a few tail-lengths away from the loner and wrapped her black tipped tail around her small black paws. Poison green pools looked patiently at the black and brown femme, waiting for an answer.

[sorrowfrost]

Mother recounted the story of meeting my father often. I knew not of true love but I could see the naked adoration in her eyes when she looked at him. I would then look to Father and see none of such in him. I was sure he never loved her the way she did him. Some days I wasn’t sure he loved her at all. I knew she would do anything for him, even if it killed her. She loved him in every sense of the word and yet the unhappiness showed through. I wished that one day someone would look at me the way my Mother did to my Father. I wanted so much more.

I knew that my father neither wanted nor cared for kits. Though he was very much so the type who saw those of the female gender as worthless. Maybe this was why he could never love me the way I wanted. Oh he did love both Sage and Birch though. They were the apple of his eye. I knew there was more to his lack of interest in me then just my gender. I was a runt. He never thought I could amount to anything so why bother? He was convinced that I should be left to die at birth rather then continue with one more mouth to feed so close to leaf-bare.

Seasons passed, but Mother ailed of heart failure and departed for the skies above not long into our sixteenth moon. Father cared little and told us to merely get over it, and I quote, death is a part of life. Sage and Cole watched out for me. father thought I was a waste of time but I couldn’t ask them to be better siblings. When they struck out on their own I was at a loss. I had just lost those closest to me. Father never returned from him 'hunting' and I was left alone. I decided it didn’t matter. One day I would find my brothers. One day.

I let my gaze travel carefully over the lines of this newcomer. Was my aura of hatred so strong that it was sensible? How could it not be? I craved attention I never recieved rom Father. When I realised I could never gain his love, I went for his attention. Only by rebelling and acting out did I get it. No, it didnt put me on his good side but it was attention none the less. I suppose I took Mothers affections for granted, but it was too late to change anything. I would learn from that mistake.

Reconcile. We all have a story to tell, some just happen to be less plentiful then others.

RECONCILE
back off i'll take you on,
headstrong to take on anyone

[all out JINX ♥]

Poison took in the site of the small brown and black femme, her faraway gaze reminded Poison of her clan born brothers, Silentraven and Clockmagic. Not knowing of where she was born all Poison could remember was hearing the laugh of her father as her mother left her for dead. She hated the memory of being a clanner, hated the name they gave her, hated how they worked together, and hated how they didn't just kill for no reason. Poison hated the name they gave her with all her heart, I will never be a Dreamkit, paw, or poison! I will always be only Poison!.

The tall tan femme shook her pelt full of dew and stared at Reconcile with admiration. This cat knew what she was talking about, Poison blinked her tan lids over her poison green pools with the memory of the meeting with a silver tabby she-rogue. Poison remembered the day she first met with Chaosfire at Vampire's little den of a cave. She remembered agreeing to help the former Moonclan leader destroy the clans, only douting the rogue leader after hearing that she was unsuccessful twice.

"Nice to meet you Reconcile.... you have very wise words" Poison's unacting voice was filled with the same admiration as she felt. She wondered if this cat hated the clans, or even knows what the clans are. Questions to ask later and a friend to have now, Poison's thoughts swormed with questions, which was very unlike her. Why am I acting so different around this she-cat? It's just another loner.....

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

<sup>Hatred?
Jealousy?
Loathing?

What was it?

He couldn't understand. Why did he care so much that she'd left him? He could easily fend without her, no doubt, but something felt strange. With Rain's absence, he felt he'd been missing something. The tuxedo tom pondered it awhile, in the cover of some brittle thornbushes. It was quite desolate here, the feline felt exposed in the open.

So what was this feeling? This hatred, mixed with a yearning for her to return? After much time, he was sure he understood it.

Lonely.

Yes, that was it. Loneliness. Being by himself for such a long period of time was beginning to delve into his heart. He'd never been so murderous or blood-thirsty or hateful before, but now it surged through his veins. It was like a religion.

The tom's ears perked. Voices, yes, it was unmistakable. Not just the wind. As he turned, a long thorn scored vertically under his left eye. "Yow!" He murmured, enduring more of the small yet sharp pain as he slunk out of the bush.

There was the source. Two she-cats, one tan, the other brown and black. Storm felt a need to speak with them, yet restrained. He was a bit clumsy, but intelligent enough to not walk up to an unfamiliar rogue or two. Instead, he took the cover of a yellowed shrub, long since dead and worn, not providing much protection.</sup>

[sorrowfrost]

Outcast.

It was the one thing that related us all. Though some by choice and others by banishment. Set out to live a solitary life with no one else to fend for but ones self. By the time snow fell one would be grateful for having but one mouth to feed. It became ever so difficult when you had so many more. I was sure Father put this thought in my head. Prey was slow coming and the shallow nights would be cold. All would look to the scorching sun of the future. Life was tough, and even more so when you wandered alone.

Clans had it oh so much easier in my mind. The combined force of many feline was enough to outnumber any loner. They were weak. In an effort to survive they banded together to outnumber the ones like myself. We were just as deserving of life and prey. So maybe we didn’t believe in the silly stories of ancestors, but that didn’t make us any less important to this world. I believed all contributed somehow and yet it would seem the clans worked so hard to drive us out. Oh I could even stay away from them and off their land but that just wouldn’t be good enough. Their need for more land and prey would overwhelm them and all to soon I could see a battle over what was currently the loners land.

“I’ve seen much in just a short time, its to be expected.”

I could hardly say I wasn’t flattered; because I was. I had always been a half-wit to Father and nothing I did was good enough. Yet to hear these words of praise sent some pride raging through my bloodstream for a few moments. Though one may never truly understand how much I appreciated compliments. They has been few and far between growing up; they were a foreign concept to me. Indeed, I had seen much in the few moons of my life. This had caused me to mature far beyond my age, though that wasn’t to say I didn’t have a childish side in me. Because I did. Oh no my dears, it doesn’t show often, but when it does I seem to become a whole new creature. I find ways to let go of my anger and somehow enjoy life. Even if only for a short period of time.

I flicked an ear to the movement in the undergrowth and allowed green eyes to rest on the decaying bush. Though rather stalkerish was my first impression of him, that was bound to change. Oh yes I did judge quite quickly. First impressions meant alot to me, though I did preserve final judgement for later.

“Will you be joining us?”

RECONCILE
back off i'll take you on,
headstrong to take on anyone

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

<sup>Of course. He knew he'd be caught if these cats had any sense of smell or hearing. The gray tom hesitated a moment, deciding whether or not to reveal himself, favoring letting it go. He'd seemed quite stupid if he were to push farther towards hiding, after all.

Storm crept out slight dipping his head. His yellow-green eyes were not hostile, but they didn't show signs of friendliness either. He stood somewhat afar from the others, slowly making his way until he was about a tail-length or two away. He rested his gaze upon the tan one. Her eyes were like green pools of deadly poison, threatening to paralyze any who stared into them for too long. Mainly tan, with a few small additions of black and white.

And then the other. Smaller, but nothing unusual to him. One of his sisters had been small like this. Like the tan one, this she-cat had deep green eyes, but not as poisonous seeming. They were just...normal, yet filled with hatred. Such burning hatred that he almost shuddered. It was not directed at him, but for everything. It was how he felt now, but the majority of his hatred was directed at MoonClan, specifically Raindrop.

With a sigh, he finally spoke. "I suppose you're expecting some sort of introduction?" he spoke, his tone even. It was not bright nor dull, but almost robotic, standardized. It was weighed down with his misery, his hatred, his newfound cruelty, his...what was that word? Ah, yes.

His loneliness.</sup>

[sorrowfrost]

Oh how hesitant he seemed. Newsflash my dear, I was no vicious, mindless fighting machine. I was capable of being civil when the occasion called for it. Which happened to be at the very moment. Oh yes I could snap on the spur of the moment; I was a time bomb, no doubt. It was like standing on the cliffs edge, and any one of these days I would be pushed over. It would be no pretty sight in any case. Though I could only imagine how much better I would feel once I could simply let it all out. But that was unacceptable now. I learned at an early age to keep all emotions in check. Flaunting my feelings would do no good.

“I’m not your mother, that’s your own choice, but its polite.”

I couldn’t conceal my loathing. The scars went too deep, they were the emotional ones which would never heal. Time had only deepened these wounds. Time and time again they had been inflicted over and over again until it could go no further. All I had ever wanted, was love. I wanted someone to look at me in a way that I could see the affection. I could see I was their moon, their stars, their earth; their life. Just to show I counted that much in someone’s life. I wasn’t asking for everyone to adore me. Just one. Only one soul to make me feel like I mattered. Maybe this was asking too much out of life, but it was worth a shot. This just went to show I had a soft side, but it was rarely seen by many.

I was such a fragile mind, one thing could light tiny fuse in within my head and POP! I set off like a firecracker, uncontrollabe until finally dying out. I was that untamed wildfire that spread until the rain finally extinguished the flames that fueled my actions. Of course all I need was the slightest motive, one wrong move and I could be set off. None the less, I did, after all, have a more compassionate side, of which showed more truly. This, of course, made me rather unbiased. I danced to my own beat.

RECONCILE
back off i'll take you on,
headstrong to take on anyone

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

<sup>After another moment more of surveying the brown and black she-cat, he relaxed. Her tone and words did not show much hostility at all. It didn't show anything, but the tom sensed no danger. After settling into a sitting position, he spoke. "You may call me Storm," he mewed, his voice finally releasing the robotic and tense tone. It was now more sensitive, with an undetectable hint of sympathy. Just by the she-cat's presence he could feel she'd endured much. He didn't know how he knew, he could just feel it.

Looking at her closer, there was more in her eyes. Some sort of yearning, a plea. He wasn't sure what for. He knew how it felt, especially after Rain had abandoned him, yet he himself couldn't understand the reason. Perhaps she really knew, but he didn't. After all, this cat was likely far wiser than he. He wasn't the most intelligent, but he knew fighting and survival tactics and strategies.

His mind was abuzz once more. The way he was, when he wondered something he couldn't let it go until he understood. No longer about his feeling since his companion had left him, but what the longing was for. What was he after? Why did he want it? What did it mean? Was it normal? Storm's poise didn't reveal his thought, but his eyes showed confusion. And unlike before, he was completely puzzled as to his answer.</sup>

[all out JINX ♥]

The beautiful tan she-cat swiped her ears and attention to the grey tom. His scent smelled of someone she knew but couldn't remember. "I am Poison" She finally turned her gaze full on to Storm's yellow-green optics. Poison felt her black paws prickle with distress, she decided that the she-cat was alright but the tom..... She didn't want to reveal who she was when a tom was anywhere near. Poison swept her gaze back to Reconcile, trying to ignore any of her feelings. The hatred that filled her toxic pools was now mixed with her hidden acting, nothing but hatred. Her tan fur grew cold as she blocked out the warmth and everything left her face. You couldn't read anything this feline was thinking except for the deep hatred in her poisoness pools.

//no muse sorry....

[sorrowfrost]

Though I was fairly certain I must be delirious for thinking I saw admiration within her gaze, I could have swore it was there. Though who was to trust the word of an insane female? Not many, if they knew any better. No, this wasn't to say I wasn't honest, for I truly was, it was merely meant that I, was completely nuts and therefore the word of a nut case, shouldn't always be taken seriously, but of course, who did? I knew I was highly opinionated, I spoke my mind freely, and why not? I belonged to no one, I was free to do as I pleased. I was no robot to be controlled and I could think and do for myself thank you very much. Reckless you might say, I called it living life but everyone has their own opinions, personally, I just think its enjoying what time we have on this earth, for whats not to be enjoyed? For is it not said, live each day like its your last? In any such case, I was a free soul, for now anyways. Maybe one day my spirits would die out and I would become a mellow observer on the sidelines, but for now, no such thing was happening.

Of course, those of the Y chromosome truly did confuse me. To them, was it all really about bloodlines? Would it not seem, the more limited the bloodlines, the more valuable? Of course maybe this was just my view, but with tons of offspring, your just a regular male, not rare/limited so who really cares? Then again, I was just a female, with my feminist opinions. Females; little play toys to be messed with whenever wanted then thrown aside once broken and finished with. It disgusted me. Not to mention how they were constantly trying to bump up their ego, honestly. What was with all the violence, always fighting, come on boys, play nicely and act mature for once. Unfortunately, this was only my opinion which was of little value to anyone, so therefore, my wishes would not be granted, I would simply have to adjust or grin and bear it. Though I hated to think of that prospect it was really my only option. Besides, if they wanted to be immature, so be it, I wasn't responsible for them in the least, so why did I care?

I knew why I cared, because so many had left their mark on my heart, slowly eating away and chiseling new holes within it. But I had run out of patches to fix it, and now the injuries remained. Not that I cared, I could do so much better then most in my past, I deserved someone who wasn't a complete idiot after all. I was guilty for grieving, I had spent so much time trying to pick up the broken pieces of my life and trying to fit them together once more, but had I ever succeeded? No, I knew that quite clearly. I had never been strong enough. I was weak when it came to such things, at least I was aware, and I would admit such things. None the less, where I fell short I could make up for it in other things. As of late, I had to deal with my loneliness, and I rather did deal with it well, infact I faired well alone. It bothered me in the least, it gave me time to think, to go over everything that had happened upon my arrival, which had only triggered my series of unfortunate events, rather catastrophic if you asked me, although, no one ever did really.

Reconcile. Play nice my loves.

RECONCILE
back off i'll take you on,
headstrong to take on anyone

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

^{Poison's gruff response caused Storm to step back a bit. Perhaps he was not welcome? But Reconcile seemed more inviting towards him, or least as inviting you could be to a total stranger. She was quite wise, which led the tuxedo tom to admire her. Her voice with fluent rhythmic, carrying the tone of a mother speaking to her kits. The words themselves were almost like those of a prophecy. Yes, he had a reason to look up to her. It took a lot to get some respect out of Storm, the way he'd become. He was just a bottle of feelings with a little label: WARNING: MAY EXPLODE AT ANY MOMENT DUE TO HIGH PRESSURE. AVOID TOUCHING OR KNOCKING OVER. Well, weren't they all?}

[sorrowfrost]

It would have been oh so simple, so many time I could have ended it all. I couldn't even remember how many times I stood at a cliffs edge, facing death, and yet, how could I be so selfish as to commit suicide? I couldn't. It would be rather stupid really, to be so selfish that I would kill myself just because I felt bad where as there may be some with lives much worse then my own out there, I really did disgust myself, a monster was truly what I had become, and I was ashamed of it. Not that I would ever tell of my suicidal thoughts, they were a thing of the past like so many others. Not to say such things were frequently crossing my mind but I was fairly certain I would not do such a stupid thing, though I was capable, I would remain from doing such things, I wouldn't give the d**ned creatures of my past the satisfaction of truly breaking me to a point of no return, I would stand strong, for now anyways, should I let go and go nuts, so be it.

Oh, and one could find them self in heaven and yet find a way to be a critic. Every step deeper within this land was like to find inner peace within ones self. To stop that feud, the on going battle within that raged itself on for hours, even days on end. One could blank out their mind and relax if not for but a while. To stop living up to liefs expectations, stop stressing and just calm ones self to a point of no return. To be unaware of ones surroundings, almost trance like and mesmerized. For one cannot truly be themselves without but a little self enjoyment. For relaxing and stress are like a kind word to a whiplash. A difference easily recognized by many, if not all. To feel the wrath of time loosen its grip to a gentle hold upon ones mind. For life is but time itself and easily to be overcome. Justice be done, all living, breathing souls should have time of their own for ones mind is but one thing no other can lay hands upon. A privacy and privilege to be given not stolen. For if ones mind is not option.

Over time I had eventually lost trust in everything, and everyone. Not that anyone from my past was really around anymore so what did it really matter? It didn't. Besides, they were all backstabbers really, so why waste my time thinking of and missing them? I shouldn't be yet that had become such a part of me that trying not to was difficult. Difficult but not impossible? No, nothing was impossible, I just had no will power, I was so weak. I was sure that many others would succeed where as I failed miserably, I was a truly pitiful being. Yet, life went on and it wasn't going to stop just because I was moping, so there went that idea. Not that there had been anyone to console me when I needed it. I had probably always been alone, always did things for myself because no one else would, they didn't care enough. Once again, I was fine, I learned to fend for myself. I picked up the pieces of my life and heart when I had to and feebly tried to repair it, no it didn't work, but someone had to give it a go.

Now, now my dears. Up for some hunting?

RECONCILE
back off i'll take you on,
headstrong to take on anyone

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

His mind was still abuzz with jumbled thoughts and questions. The yearning. He felt it right now, but did his best to keep it hidden. Nonetheless, when it came to hiding feelings, Storm's best was hardly ample. He felt that longing pain that constantly stabbed at his heart when there was but the tiniest opening, with still no answer as to why. Why? Why did it feel like this? What was it for? The tuxedo tom opened his mouth to speak, to inquire upon that subject, but quickly clamped his maw shut once more. He didn't plan on sounding like an absolute fool as a first impression. But Reconcile's invitation caused his jaw to widen once more.

"Hunting sounds fine."

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[sorrowfrost]

I let my gaze linger on the tuxedo tom for longer then was nesscary. Something about him drew me to him in the strangest way. I blinked slowly a few times to register his words. Right, so he would join me on this little escapade. Hunting was harmless, to us anyways. I wasn't imposing a threat to him, I had no reason for him to wonder about his safety with us. Then again, he may not be wondering about it at all. I was no mindless killing machine. He gave me no reason to attack so, so I wouldnt. It was simple as that. This set me apart form the clans, more often then not they fought over silly things. No wonder I didnt wish to join them. Not like I could be accepted anyways.

I didnt care for the clans one way or another. Its not to say I hated them, but I saw their morals and beliefs as rather pointless. Though I couldn't say why they were so set on hating loners. It was our choice to live alone, just as they chose to live in clans. Maybe we didnt want to be overcrowded. Oh but of course difference was something it would seem they couldnt handle. Its not like all of us imposed on their lands, though maybe I would just to spite them. I kept to the loners lands and that was that. I survived on my own skills without depending on anyone else. This gave me a different type of strength then them. I didnt need some mentor to teach me to fight. Father looked after that personally.

Yet here I was, with an odd sensation flowing through my veins, and oh how odd it was. Quite unlike anything else I had ever felt. I dropped my gaze to the ground, no need to cause myself endless frustration for no particular reason. What did it matter anyways? I was sure sooner or later we would all go our seperate ways. Yet for some reason I wanted it differently. It was unlike me to care for company let alone want them around, yet I did. It made me wonder why this was.

Then hunting it is, will you be joining us Poison?

RECONCILE
back off i'll take you on,
headstrong to take on anyone

[all out JINX ♥]

Poison looked at Reconcile then a glance at Storm, if I don't then I'll lose a 'friend'. She swiftly got to her paws shaking off all her acting and letting her poison-like green optics go back to there admiration. The tan femme looked up at the sky, then towards a spot where they could go hunting, she let her gaze sail to Reconcile and Storm. "Hunting sounds good" A smile spread on her lips, a smile that no one shes met in a long time has seen in forever. Poison felt as if weight had been lifted off her shoulders, a sence of family filled her. She shook her pelt to get rid of any of that feeling, everything was back to normal, well atleast her normal. A smirk was in place of her smile and death was in place of family on her tan and black pelt.

Never will I have that feeling again, she took a few graceful steps towards Reconcile and stood next to the small brown and black femme. Poison trained her gaze on Storm, this time not moving the toxic green pools away. "So where we hunting?" Her words were directed to the small female next to her but she still stared at the grey tom. The long black stripe on Poison's back burned with the sence of killing, she wouldn't kill any of these cats but the cats who ruined her life. Never again will they see me as a mere story to be forgotten but a threat and a danger to everyone...

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

A confused glance was cast towards Poison. Why did she seem so upset that he was around. Shrugging mentally, his mind wandered once more. The questions.... They were beginning to tear him apart. He just couldn't stand it. He was the curious kit of the litter, after all. Sometimes it would prove to be an advantage, other times he only found it to be a burden. He oh so vividy remembered the day when what he thought was a strange wildflower turned out to be a sleeping predator. It was rusty orange, furry looking. He padded up to inspect it, giving it a few prods. It didn't move like a flower would, thought. He was bewildered for only a moment before he heard a low growl. Low and behold, a fox leapt out and chased him until he reached Blood Cave and hid.

Storm then caught Reconcile's eye. He stared into her green optics for but a moment, then swept his gaze to his paws. That split second had felt quite awkward, though he was unsure as to why. Oh boy, more to ponder, he thought with an inward sigh. He forced himself to recover though, but his words were jumbled. "I, er, uh...I think we head towards the stream. Prey tends to hide in the reeds there, lots of voles."

[/blockquote]

[sorrowfrost]

I didn't actually want to hunt, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. The conversation had died off quite quickly and left little to be said. Atleast hunting was something we could all relate to, all participate in and hopefully enjoy. It was such a regular thing, not much thought to be given to it. Of course I intended to discover some things about my momentary companions here. Oddly enough I wondered if it were possible for the three of us to stick together, then again, they msot likely didnt want that. Infact, I wasnt sure why I even wanted that.

I was going to inquire as to poisons mood swing but decided to leave that alone. It was none of my business anyways. Poison, quite like myself, could have a thing against the male gender. Oh no mine wasnt all that strong, mostly to the world in general and all inhabitants. Oh but the anger mostly came from Father's rejection. I craved his approval. I needed it. Oh but I never got it, and had spent much time hating all of the Y chromosone. I gave it thought, not all were to blame. Some could be okay; like Sage and Birch, besides, Storm here wasnt half that bad anyways. Though I knew little of this tom here, he had made a good first impression and to me thats what counted for alot. Then again, first impressions could be decieving, but I didnt think that was the case here. Without much of a second thought I brushed by Storm lightly to make way towards the stream.

Yet my father was gone from this world, or so I assumed. I wouldnt have to face his disapproving looks again, not ever. I wondered if it was disdain that was showing on my features but I quickly composed into a rather expressionless look, which I realised, was what I had been showing all along, but with a more confused emotion showing through. How could I be oh so ignorant? Just like my father. Oh how easily he shunned me, in turn to set his eyes on his favourite children, my brothers. Oh how I envied them, they got the attention I craved and never had. I acted out as a way to grab my fathers attention once I learned it was his love I would never recieve. Not that my actions had worked anyways, he in turn just told me never to come back again. Simple as that. I never did understand how he could be so uncaring.

Indeed, some good thinking on your part Storm.

RECONCILE
back off i'll take you on,
headstrong to take on anyone

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Storm cracked a smile at Reconcile's praise, small but sure. He padded on after the she-cat, casting a glance at Poison to be be sure she was coming.

ooc:// Sorry, no muse. ;-; Shall we start a post in the Acid Stream?

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[all out JINX ♥]

The tan and black femme watched as the 2 started to leave, her poison green optics flashed. They looked like Silentraven and Clockmagic, only Reconcile was a female like Poison and probably went through something like she did. Long blood-stained black claws unsheathed as she thought about when she killed Clockmagic on her way of trying to kill the Cloudclan leader. Poison sheathed her unusually long black claws before padding slowly after her momentary companions. "The stream sounds wonderful" The hate wasn't gone from her voice yet after her little thought but her toxic green pools shone with truimph. Never again, never agin....

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

ooc:// Uhmm...I'll start the thread. ^^;

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