[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Deputy[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]The winter coating provided by leaf-bare caused Razorfang to stand out like a sore thumb. His obsidian furred body looked like a shadowy silhouette upon the snow-baked terrain of Rainclan camp, despite the gray-green irises constantly flickering amongst the center of his facial structure. Today, was simply one of those days: no mood to hunt, patrol, or move matter of fact. However, as deputy, those days had to be pushed aside for the better of the clan. Hastily, the large tom raised his head from its contently rested position atop his paws. At first, his search had been for Russetpaw. But, after a minute of unsuccessful scanning for the familiar bundle of reddish brown hue, along with the brief sniff of the air in search of the young tom's scent... he decided he'd need to make use of a different kind of company. Roselight. From the corner of his eye, the familiar face of the pretty she-cat was found. Roselight's rather attractive appearance was common sense, if anything. But, for a tom like Razorfang: such a trait was often overlooked, if even acknowledged in the first place. With a light snort, the tom unwillingly rose from his position on the cold ground. And with elegant strides, he advanced across the clearing in the direction previously traveled by the Rainclan warrior. Unless Roselight had managed to catch a whiff of Razorfang's fragrance substantially growing nearer with each passing second; she likely wouldn't have been prepared for the mass of darkness that brushed passed her side. Briefly, his ragged fur mingled with the she-cat's more carefully groomed. Although this was normally a friendly, or in some cases affectionate, exchange between cats: it was simply Razorfang's way of announcing his presence and catching her attention as he pivoted abruptly to face the she-cat. “Greetings, Roselight.” Razorfang dipped his head in acknowledgment, offering a half-smirk that could barely be noticed along his hazelnut jaw. “I'd assume your doing well?” The deputy tilted his head, attempting to mirror the picture perfect image of an interested cat. In all honesty, he inquired an answer due to her... distant behavior, recently. The glassy look in her eyes caused the smallest ounce of worry to course through the deputy's fur. All Rainclan cats were required to be in the best condition possible in Razorfang's own opinion. And, if Roselight was having an issue, he was mildly addressing the topic, whether or not she caught on. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/creamforest.jpg), bTable][style=float: left; border: 5px solid #BC8F8F;] [/style] [style=font: 16px mistral; color: #1c191a;letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 45px;]The flower,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 16px font-family; arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background-color: #D2B48C; text-transform: uppercase;]ROSELIGHT - 28 MOONS - RAINCLAN WARRIOR[/style] [style=float: left; background-color: #D2B48C; height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] Unable to sleep the night before, Roselight had, to get her mind off things, invited her younger cousin Russetpaw, to a bit of a sparring match, using her desire to check on his progress and reconnect with the tom as an excuse not to go back to her nest, thinking of Blazestar. The sparring match had proved just the thing she'd needed to lift her spirits, heart warmed, spirit strengthened by the burning fire that was Russetpaw's resolve and the young, great warrior he was quickly turning into. The pretty cream-hued she-cat had felt as though she were watching the ruddy tom grow up before her very eyes; walking away with battle-soreness of the body but a glow of kinship and pride in her heart, Roselight had fallen right to sleep upon returning to her nest, sleeping without dreaming for the first time in many many nights. The following morning, however, she had not anticipated just how sore she was really going to be, or how plagued Roselight knew she had become, thanks to having lost all contact with Blazestar. After having hunted a meager mouse on sore, emotionally exhausted paws, Roselight had settled down in a corner of the camp to groom and try to calm herself down. In the peaceful, soothing act of self-maintenance, Roselight had dozed off just a little... The pang of longing brought the cream-hued she-cat to a dream world, more of a glorified memory, where the grass was green, not driven into a deathly state beneath oppressive blankets of snow, and the river was still full of fish and running. The realm of unconsciousness brought Roselight to the edge of LightningClan moorlands, where a handsome, brawny tom with dark russet fur and warm, glowing eyes stood to greet her. Feeling a rush of relief and a deep ache in her heart, Roselight bounded forward to meet him, almost crashing into the broad-shouldered tom, feeling she might cry from happiness and all of that pent up stress. Oh Blazehawk. I've missed you so much. Just about to reach him, the she-cat could smell his familiar, comforting scent all around, and the soft brush of warm fur against her own forced a purr from Roselight's throat. That noise lodged in her throat as the dream world shattered, and the scent flooding her nostrils was not Blazehawk's warm, masculine one, but one of a colder, sharper, fishier tang than her LightningClan lover. No wonder it had felt so real, and her hopes had gone so high - someone really HAD brushed against her in what her dreaming state of mind had taken as an affectionate way, and the she-cat was left with soul-shattering disappointment as the RainClan deputy turned to face her. Barely conscious of him speaking her name, Roselight blinked stupidly, trying to wash away the crushing horror that she had momentarily mistaken Razorfang for her Blazehawk. Shaking away the fogginess of sleep that tried to muddle her brain, the she-cat let out a quiet mew, voice growing stronger as she took a second to bow her head in polite greeting; "I'd assume your doing well?” "Oh yes - a little hungrier than usual, but I am doing just fine. Henfeather's kits are all apprentices, my parents are healthy, and Russetpaw is really growing into a spectacular warrior," replied the beautiful she-cat, as if trying to convince herself that other people's happiness meant that she herself was happy. That was hardly the case, she was happy for the cats she had listed, her best friend, her family, her cousin, but was she happy? No, not even a little. She felt like her heart was breaking, but under no circumstances would she ever tell the new RainClan deputy, Razorfang, or anyone else the truth behind her recent slips in attentiveness.

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[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Deputy[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]It was clear he had caught Roselight by surprise; the continuous blinking of her eyes in an attempt of returning to complete focus causing Razorfang to examine her with a more determined analysis. Despite the pretty Rainclan warrior's reassurance, Razorfang wasn't fully convinced. He had asked if she was okay, it was as if she was trying to cover up her emotionally drained trait by speaking of the happiness others possessed. However, this was merely a thought in Razorfang's head. He had no clear indication to how truly depressed Roselight was. He nodded, black ears flicking. The entirely glassy expression of his gray-green irises could easily suggest Roselight's prompt response hadn't triggered any reflex of belief from the deputy. However, he decided against voicing his thoughts aloud. If the she-cat desired to share any bothersome facts with Razorfang, she would do so. Especially if they possessed any hint of a threat to Rainclan in some shape or form... right? Now was no time to be doubting loyalties. “Glad to hear it,” the large tom's voice was clear; perhaps actually seeming to come across as genuinely glad to hear she was in good shape. But, the quickness in which the deputy executed them could easily cause Roselight to think otherwise. “Any interest in a quick hunt this morning?” Razorfang pivoted; radiating precision. The large-sized deputy turned his obsidian furred head over muscular shoulders, sparing a dull, though electrifying glance toward Roselight. Despite his phrasing it as a question that could be rejected, he expected her to take up his offer. If Roselight was had been lying about her 'being okay', it would become increasingly obvious during a hunt. To be successful – especially in the harsh leafbare when prey was terribly scarce – a proper mind set and quick reaction time was key. Anything she was keeping from Razorfang, and of course, the entirety of Rainclan, would suddenly be a tad more difficult to keep under the wraps. Unless, Roselight was an incredible actress. Perhaps, he'd find out soon enough. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/creamforest.jpg), bTable][style=float: left; border: 5px solid #BC8F8F;] [/style] [style=font: 16px mistral; color: #1c191a;letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 45px;]The flower,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 16px font-family; arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background-color: #D2B48C; text-transform: uppercase;]ROSELIGHT - 28 MOONS - RAINCLAN WARRIOR[/style] [style=float: left; background-color: #D2B48C; height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] The sigh Roselight had been preparing to release upon his departure never came. “Any interest in a quick hunt this morning?” No. Not really. Forced to remove herself from her inner wallowing, the pretty RainClan she-cat dipped her head, recalling all the times she had to be the brave one for Henfeather during times of great stress, using her many-practiced expression of contentment in this situation as well, during a time of her great stress. "I was planning to go out by myself, but I'd enjoy the company." She replied with courtesy and a grace her parents had hammered into her since birth. Had he been anyone else but the very perceptive Clan deputy whose intelligence and wit were as sharp as his teeth, Roselight would have readily made some sort of half-contrived excuse so that she might return to her silent suffering. Her distress would have to be put on hold, Roselight realized with a singular pang of dread in her stomach; he's going to be watching me while we hunt, isn't he? Fine then. I'll show him I can still function just as well as anyone else here. Feeling her pride sparked at the recognition of this upcoming assessment, Roselight rose up on all fours, her cream-based, rosy-hued pelt clinging to her frame from lack of proper food lately, but she still held herself with dignity. She was a RainClan cat, after all, and the daughter of Salmonfur and Silverflower, two cats who, though they may not be the friendliest of cats once their opinions were placed out in the open, had always been well-respected and proud members of their Clan. She would show the deputy nothing less. Trying to shake off the lingering, ever-distracting thoughts of Blazestar, Roselight allowed her cerulean eyes to wander over the muscular frame of Razorfang, consciously noticing the difference in build and body type between the tom in front of her and the tom she was thinking of, replacing handsome russet fur and dark tiger-stripes with hazel and black pigments arranged in a way that was by no means reminiscent of a TigerClan warrior. As though pulling Razorfang into focus, Roselight was able to stop spacing out at last, looking at the tom as though seeing him for the first time. Right. RainClan deputy standing here in front of you. Blazestar is far away in LightningClan territory, worrying about him won't change anything, it won't help anything, and it won't make you feel better. She just had to focus on hunting, though her land-prey hunting skills were not her greatest - she would have an easier time in a brawl, actually, which was surprising given how 'miss prim and proper' she tended to project herself as - Roselight would, at the very least, give her best. Stepping forward gracefully on rose-shaded paws, the she-cat drew in a cool breath of air, speaking in a tone that was neutral with a slightly pleasant undertone, the warrior having no intention of laying the fake happiness on too thick. "How is Russetpaw's training coming along? He looks stronger than ever, lately. I'm glad he's in such capable paws."

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[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Deputy[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]The hazelnut-masked tom was more than pleased Roselight had agreed, whether or not she truly wanted to. Her quick response to Razorfang's offer was enough to earn the backward twist of his black ears, but other than that, he was mainly focused on his path toward the outer limits of Rainclan camp. Soon enough, Roselight was upon his flank. Razorfang glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, skimming her frame before landing upon her facial features in search of an indication as to just what was going on in that head of hers. He was curious, to be bluntly honest. The trait wasn't necessarily a new sight to behold from the muscular tom; it had simply evolved upon being crowned deputy. He had always been somewhat interested in his fellow Rainclan felines. However, with his new responsibilities, his drive to know each clan cat inside-out had become a top priority. If Roselight was hiding something important, he wouldn't rest until he received the information that he currently sought. Mentioning Russetpaw was enough to get Razorfang to turn his head toward the she-cat. Her words had reminded him that the young tom's ceremony was nearing. A part of the tom wasn't too excited to see Russetpaw earn his warrior name and therefore, no longer need his guidance. But, the other part of him was still a proud mentor with confidence in the apprentice's growth. Russetpaw had been proving himself time and time again lately that he was ready for the next chapter. Ready to become a warrior. “Yes, Russetpaw has continued to prove himself to be an astonishing cat. He'll make a great warrior when his ceremony arrives.” 'I'm glad he's in such capable paws.' the tom wasn't entirely surprised, more so, unprepared for the sudden compliment. He blinked once, followed by a quick nod. It wasn't every day that a feline came along and offered Razorfang a compliment, especially a she-cat. He wasn't the gentlest cat, nor the most charming. Besides, it wasn't as if she had meant anything by it. He was a deputy; it was only logical to believe an apprentice was in good paws when under the guidance of a deputy. Still, the thought of compliments was enough to briefly cause Razorfang's fur to crawl with unease. Although, not in such high levels that the quality could be noticed. With a sudden shift in thought, Razorfang had returned his mind set to what was currently important: the hunt. He stopped in his tracks, protruding his neck to examine the surrounding air for any prey scent. Within sight, there was nothing other than the blanket of familiar snow. But, with the usage of sharpened senses in the tom's scent glands: he was able to predict that prey had crossed by, though not recently. He huffed, attention flickering to Roselight. “Smell anything?” The prey scent was faint, yes. But, any cat with a proper nose could pick it out if their mind was set on it. The tom's dully pigmented irises flashed skeptically, intent on analyzing Roselight in this very moment. If even a trace of a wandering glaze in her eyes was shown upon the surface, the deputy wasn't about to miss out on it. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/creamforest.jpg), bTable][style=float: left; border: 5px solid #BC8F8F;] [/style] [style=font: 16px mistral; color: #1c191a;letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 45px;]The flower,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 16px font-family; arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background-color: #D2B48C; text-transform: uppercase;]ROSELIGHT - 28 MOONS - RAINCLAN WARRIOR[/style] [style=float: left; background-color: #D2B48C; height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] “Yes, Russetpaw has continued to prove himself to be an astonishing cat. He'll make a great warrior when his ceremony arrives.” This compliment towards her kin, for Russetpaw was like a beloved little brother to her, warmed through the icy exterior of the she-cat's heart, her worry having temporarily numbed it. Roselight allowed a small, low purring vibrato to seep out from soft rosy fur at the kind words, her opinion of the RainClan deputy brightening in the span of a simple sentence. It was as if she had viewed him negatively before, but Roselight has always pictured him to be a cold, calculating, unforgiving sort of creature; almost like winter embodied, he was frightening, sometimes hated, with his teeth as sharp as icicles and his stare as cold as death, but he was entirely necessary to the well-being of the Clan. Nothing had changed. He was still a very cold soul, but he had recognized the potential her younger cousin held in those bright emerald eyes of his, and for that Roselight was thankful. Razorfang was not so distracted by his duties or by his own sense of importance that a bright and shining star like Russetpaw went under-appreciated, or worse, was ridiculed for his sometimes overly bold personality. He'll be good for the Clan, I think. No promises, but, he seems well-suited to the position of deputy. Shaken from this mild observation by Razorfang's words, Roselight's greenish-blue eyes snapped back to focus on his face, whiskers twitching, visage blank as it took her a second to process what had been said. “Smell anything?” The she-cat's voluminous pink-tinged tail swayed through the air, as though to sweep aside her own highly short attention span, a flicker of frustration darting across cerulean eyes towards her own inability to concentrate. Scenting the air hastily, Roselight mewed; "Nothing recent. Let's check upstream." Unconsciously heading towards LightningClan territory, the she-cat hesitated only a few fractions of a second to see if Razorfang had mistaken her words for an order - before deciding he was smarter and more secure in his position than that, Roselight taking the lead momentarily. It wasn't that she had problems with the authority - quite the contrary - it was more along the lines of Roselight used to taking the lead when it came to her friend, Henfeather and Henfeather's three kits. Having always played the 'stern but fair' parent to those three, Roselight had unconsciously brought that forward into the rest of her social interactions, used to thinking and acting for herself rather than wandering around like a sheep lost from the flock. She didn't think Razorfang would take that as an attempt to undermine his authority. Roselight had no such intentions - if anything, her intentions were to get a glimpse of Blazestar, even if just to catch wind of how he was doing... Of course, when a cat was frazzled and worrying themselves sick, they tended to not think clearly, so it was no surprise if Roselight didn't have a real plan of how to glean the information out when they DID get close to the LightningClan border. All she knew was that the moorlands was where her paws were taking her, and unless the deputy directly objected to this direction, she was intent on reaching it.

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[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Deputy[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]THIRTY MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Due to how short the glisten of frustration in Roselight's eyes had been, it had managed to squeeze through the attentiveness of the stone-cold deputy unnoticed. As she scented the air with a sharp hastiness, Razorfang allowed his predatory gaze to be drawn away. One wasn't false to believe the black furred tom-cat was keeping a close watch on the Rainclan warrior. She had seemed distracted lately, no matter how much she attempted to sway one's suspicions elsewhere. Razorfang wasn't the type to be easily convinced. She declared her thoughts, being offered the swivel of the deputy's ebony ears in her direction instead of eye contact. “Let's check upstream.” Parting his jaw to voice aloud his opinion, Razorfang found himself cut off by the brushing passed of Roselight in the direction she had spoken of a moment earlier. His firm stare followed her movements, tail slashing through the air like a sword before he, at last, allowed his body to follow the direction she sought. The old, warrior version of Razorfang would've offered a piece of his critical mind toward any cat that made a decision without at least consulting him first. However, the newly discovered deputy version of Razorfang was concerned about the well-being of one of his clan mates. If Roselight was so openly willing to take the lead upstream, he was glad to hear it. “Upstream it is.” The words slipped of his tongue in an ice-cold rumble, feeling obligated to verbally communicate to Roselight that he had no direct objections with her decision. Razorfang positioned himself at the edge of Roselight's tail, not desiring to take the lead just yet. Her current mind set was still in question. If she was distracted about something, it'd need to be put aside in order to safely navigate a party, even if only of two cats, to the destination being sought. Because of this thought provoked in the depths of the deputy's mind, he stayed so closely behind the she-cat that she could likely detect his eerie presence without needing to perform a shoulder-check. His gaze was almost paralyzing with its quality of firmness, implanted on the back of Roselight with an ominous amount of focus. From her perspective, it probably seemed odd, if not even a little awkward. But his intentions behind it were all the most genuine. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/creamforest.jpg), bTable][style=float: left; border: 5px solid #BC8F8F;] [/style] [style=font: 16px mistral; color: #1c191a;letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 45px;]The flower,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 16px font-family; arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background-color: #D2B48C; text-transform: uppercase;]ROSELIGHT - 31 MOONS - RAINCLAN WARRIOR[/style] [style=float: left; background-color: #D2B48C; height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] Even amidst the cacophony of thoughts all clanging around in her head for attention, Roselight's pelt had prickled uncomfortably with the undeniable presence of cold eyes trying to burrow into the back of her skull. Oh would he just - Stopping abruptly and hoping that, if he crashed into her he'd take the hint that he was a little too close, the she-cat's ears went side-ways at the sudden invasion of space, finding his poltergeist-like behavior to be everything he probably intended it to be: unsettling. Half-turning on pale rosy paws, the warrioress let her tail swing like a pendulum, the plume conveying her slight agitation, his rank possibly the only thing that hadn't earned him a biting comment from her already. She chose her words carefully, intending to make a sarcastic joke out of an annoying scenario, cerulean irises sharp but not angry, the narrowed slits due to abundant sunlight and no such hidden ire. "Normally a nice tom invites me out for a bit of fishing before they try to get that close, Razorfang." These words were accompanied by a subtle chuckle, intending to make light of the scenario rather than get pointlessly upset. "I admire your stealth, really I do, but if this is your idea of getting to know me better, but I think you could get to know me just fine with a few more inches between us." Obviously his intentions for inviting her hunting were NOT to flirt with her or in some way work up the courage to start some sort of courtship between the two of them. Still, Roselight doubted anyone had ever joked like that with him before, not to mention it was a better reaction than just flat-out souring the mood by snapping at him to give her some space. She was a bit insensitive sometimes when it came to being truthful, but Roselight was at least aware of to whom she was addressing, and getting on Razorfang's bad side was not on her list of things to do. Besides, if he learned to take a silly joke, his term spent as deputy would be that much less stressful.

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[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Deputy[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]THIRTY MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]With the abrupt halt of Roselight, came the near crash of Razorfang into the back of the cream-furred feline. Gray-green irises narrowed sharply, followed by the impatient flick of his black-furred tail, this being all the time it took for Roselight to twist her frame toward the large deputy, meeting his gaze directly with one nearly just as sharp, if not even a little agitated on the side. Razorfang's jaw was partially widened, though not enough so that his intimidating mouthful of teeth were in plain sight. His intentions behind it were to offer a critical: “What do you think you're doing?” In response to Roselight's actions; actions he rarely found himself faced with. It wasn't every day that a fellow Rainclan cat was bold enough to so ruthlessly make her annoyance a known topic with the tom that sported his eerie teeth. "Normally a nice tom invites me out for a bit of fishing before they try to get that close, Razorfang." That was all it took for Razorfang's jaw to click shut, suddenly, finding himself uncomfortable after the light chuckle the she-cat uttered. Clearly, she intended it jokingly. However, that didn't falter at all with the fact Razorfang wasn't expecting it, therefore, awkwardly caught off guard. It wasn't helpful that she took it one step farther: "I admire your stealth, really I do, but if this is your idea of getting to know me better, I think you could get to know me just fine with a few more inches between us." Mumbling some form of jibberish under his breath in a cold, deep rumble, the obsidian tom-cat gladly took a step backward before sharply twisting his body outward to be at the she-cat's flank, instead of directly behind her. Limbs locking a moment before he'd pass the Rainclan warrior, his ears tersely swiveled in her direction, followed by the fixating of his not-so-currently-firm gaze. “Don't flatter yourself, Roselight.” It took all the deputy's effort to even muster a response after what had just happened. Although, he had complete confidence supporting what was spoken, hoping drastically that his words were able to at least partially decline the embarrassment on his part, if not even take a return jab at Roselight. Allowing a sarcastically-oriented half grin to spread across his hazelnut jaw, the deputy quickly picked up the pace, stealing the lead-position from the she-cat that moment's ago held it before deciding to get Razorfang off her tail. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/creamforest.jpg), bTable][style=float: left; border: 5px solid #BC8F8F;] [/style] [style=font: 16px mistral; color: #1c191a;letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 45px;]The flower,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 16px font-family; arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background-color: #D2B48C; text-transform: uppercase;]ROSELIGHT - 28 MOONS - RAINCLAN WARRIOR[/style] [style=float: left; background-color: #D2B48C; height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] It took a great deal of effort not to grin at the nearly incoherent mumbling the masculine feline behind her was making, Roselight's cerulean eyes flickering with humor at the whole scenario, the flickering growing into a blaze at his retort. “Don't flatter yourself, Roselight.” "Sure, sure." The she-cat chuckled again, creamy ears rotating forward as she caught wind of his movements, the RainClan deputy stepping forward to take the lead - perhaps to avoid any more uncomfortable circumstances happening in the nearby future. Afterimages of the tom's sarcastic smirk still in the process of fading from her mind, Roselight walked after him, increasing the length of her stride so that she wouldn't fall behind. Roselight would only admit it to herself, but she was having difficulty focusing, her thoughts on an endless loop. Is Blazestar okay? Why hasn't he said anything? Why hasn't he sent a message? Why why why? The ungraceful snap of a twig underpaw was enough to yank Roselight back to the present, and it was fortunate that she did, for a very strange scent cloaked in cold air had just wafted down to them from upstream. It was a very earthy, musky smell, like dried leaves, dark tunnels and the cold. The she-cat froze, touching Razorfang's flank with a subtle flick of her tail, her body turned slightly away from him and towards whatever was approaching. "Somecat's coming. I think it's a Medicine Cat?" It probably was, wasn't it? Roselight had not had the privilege of meeting any beyond Swanfeather, so the tenseness she felt (coupled with her already frazzled nerves) channeled itself into unsheathed claws and bristling fur. Conscious of the fact that she was not alone to face this friend or foe, the creamy-furred feline looked to Razorfang for instruction. What do you suppose we do? Their uninvited guest was almost upon them.

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[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]RAINCLAN DEPUTY[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang had noted the she-cat's humorous tone, but decided quickly that there was no point in snapping with critical comments. His black hued ears rotated atop his head, tail sharply slashing through the air a single time to briefly indicate his annoyed state. Yes, Roselight had gotten the upper-paw this time around. However, it wouldn't be wise for any feline to continuously attempt to pull something such as that over Razorfang's head, and expect not to receive a rather unpleasant nip from his pointed teeth. It seemed Roselight had scented an off-fragrance in nearly the same moment as the deputy. Her thoughts were that it belonged to a medicine cat, and with another rapid analysis performed, the obsidian furred tom-cat soon found himself agreeing. A moment earlier, the notion of Roselight's tail lightly sweeping anywhere near Razorfang's body would have resulted in an awkward shuffle to create some distance between the duo. However, that was far from the first thought in the Rainclan deputy's mind. Now, there was potentially a threat present. His top priority was to assure no harm was intending to disturb their hunt. Razorfang's gray-green eyes flickered to the cream pigmented she-cat, immediately noticing the frizzling of her fur and the unsheathing of her sharp claws. Although Razorfang wasn't planning on taking up such a defensive stance quite yet, he remained on guard. The questioning glaze in Roselight's eyes was hint enough she was waiting for the deputy's instructions upon retreating, or confronting the approaching stranger. Briefly, he allowed a glint of reassurance to flash through his cold-as-stone irises, confidently taking a step forward to assure if a harmful threat was indeed intended... he'd be the first feline in striking range. Razorfang was aware that danger could likely be avoided if they simply retreated. However, he was far too egotistical to turn-tail and flee like some kind of coward. They had neared the border of Lightningclan by following the river as Roselight had suggested, however, they hadn't been so foolish as to carelessly trudge into the territories. Currently, they were nothing more than a pair of Rainclan cats on a hunt. If this unidentified feline was in fact from Lightningclan, they'd hopefully be able to realize that without feeling the need to pester. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/creamforest.jpg), bTable][style=float: left; border: 5px solid #BC8F8F;] [/style] [style=font: 16px mistral; color: #1c191a;letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 45px;]The flower,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 16px font-family; arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background-color: #D2B48C; text-transform: uppercase;]ROSELIGHT - 28 MOONS - RAINCLAN WARRIOR[/style] [style=float: left; background-color: #D2B48C; height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] The presence of Razorfang, Roselight realized, was mildly reassuring; their pointy-fanged deputy was no coward, nor was he a fool who just charged into things blindly. It was appreciated, having a cat who knew what he was doing. Still, even if she'd been alone, Roselight would've waited, called forth her patience to see just who or what this approaching creature was. They didn't have to stand there long. "Evening." A low, cold note rose from black jaws as the feline came into view, dark tufted ears pricking forward upon recognition of the two RainClan cats. Rookfrost made a curt nod for Razorfang alone, icy eyes roving from the hazel and black muscular figure to the longer-furred, rosy-hued she-cat at his side. How convenient. "Are you here to see Swanfeather?" mewed Roselight, her pelt still prickling though her tone sounded strange - not hostile, if anything a little bit relieved. "No." Replied the Medicine Cat, not bothering to sit as he approached and stopped a foxlength away, the fluidity and quietness with which he moved almost phantasmal. "I am here to see you." The she-cat's expression dropped, her posture shifting into a creature taken by surprise, ears flattening, tail stiffening behind her, the fur along her spine prickling uncomfortably. She would have taken a step backward had she not been so determined to not show weakness. Her cerulean eyes focused on the somber black feline in front of her, not daring to look at Razorfang as she took a hard swallow; such an empty, hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach... "Me? Why me?" mewed the RainClan female, braving the icy, shadowy pools of the Medicine Cat's eyes. Rookfrost did nothing to soften the blow. "Because Blazestar is dead. In his final breaths, he asked that I deliver a message." a brief pause "He made it absolutely clear that I tell you this; he loves you, and he is sorry." The clipped, machine-like delivery of those words somehow cut far worse than fake sympathy and remorse ever could; pupils contracting, Roselight stared at the LightningClanner stupidly, body and mind suddenly devoid of all activity as shock hit her like a tsunami. Blazestar is dead. And there was nothing she could do about it.

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[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]RAINCLAN DEPUTY[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;] The feline that emerged from the nearby brambles was jet black in colour; his movements so utterly flawless, it added on to the almost shadow-like affect. Razorfang wasn't one to become mesmerized by such qualities. In fact, he held a stance similar to Roselight's own. Little did he know, the emotions the she-cat flanked beside him currently felt were far from the same hostility. Forward pinned ears, and a predatory lace glowing like fire in the depths of his dull, gray-green irises. The Rainclan deputy wasn't necessarily trying to intimidate this Lightningclan feline. Besides, it didn't seem that the darkly furred tom-cat's attention was even upon Razorfang: as he offered a curt nod to the hazelnut-masked deputy before immediately fixating his ominous stare on Roselight. "I am here to see you." This captured the tom's attention. The momentary urge to release his sharp tongue on this not-getting-to-the-point-fast-enough feline evaporating in a millisecond, newly replaced with a curiosity that forced Razorfang to clamp his tongue between his creepily pointed fangs. It didn't seem as though the deputy had much recognition amongst this group of three. Clearly, the conversation was intended to occur between Roselight and the mysterious, Lightningclan cat. At the moment, Razorfang had no complaints. That'd be changing sooner than later. As Roselight's voice rose above, the black furred tom found his gaze lingering upon her. She openly questioned why the Lightningclan tom, Rookfrost, required to see her. But for some reason, there was a feeling pricking at Razorfang's stomach that indicated she already had an idea. Who knew it'd be something he didn't quite like to hear/ "Because Blazestar is dead. In his final breaths, he asked that I deliver a message. He made it absolutely clear that I tell you this; he loves you, and he is sorry." A moment of silence passed: enough time given for Razorfang to examine the drooping of Roselight's body in what seemed to be... sadness? The deputy snorted; repulsed by the very idea. "Blazestar loves you? He's... sorry?" Eyes that glistened with spiteful ire locked on Roselight, stretched strides increasingly closing the small gap between the duo. Now, Russetpaw was no longer the only cat in the forest with a personal storm cloud to loom overhead. "Tell me, am I wrong to assume traitorism to your clan has been dabbled in by this pathetic, cross-clan romance? A new low, Roselight. One I honestly never would have excepted from the likes of you." The words were spit-fired from his mouth like a cannon set to repetitively shoot its weapon of destruction. That was the only issue with a feline that had absolutely no sympathy: he'd kick you when you're already down. "As for you," Razorfang whirled around, taking a gracious step closer to the Lightningclan tom observing from the sidelines. "I'm no-one to disrespect a medicine cat. Though you seem quite un-affected by the fact your leader was involved with some Rainclan she-cat." These words were spoken with a tad less hostility. Perhaps, because Razorfang honestly had no portion of his being dedicated to genuinely caring what occurred in the lives of the other clans. An exception in this case could be made, however. After all, he needed details from all the bystanders for his report to Sandstar. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/creamforest.jpg), bTable][style=float: left; border: 5px solid #BC8F8F;] [/style] [style=font: 16px mistral; color: #1c191a;letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 45px;]The flower,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 16px font-family; arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background-color: #D2B48C; text-transform: uppercase;]ROSELIGHT - 29 MOONS - RAINCLAN WARRIOR[/style] [style=float: left; background-color: #D2B48C; height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px arial; color: #5F5651; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] It was Rookfrost who was the first to speak, as he was not shaking, his body wracked by tremors of grief and anger and desolation, eyes like a frozen river fixing themselves on the harsh-tongued Razorfang. Rookfrost made the faintest of snorts. "What use has there ever been in hating dead cats? According to the code, affection between two cats of opposite Clans is strictly forbidden, yet cats will continue breaking that particular rule as long as things like love and happiness can exist beyond borders." There was a hidden hypocrisy to the words that came pouring coldly from the Medicine Cat's ebony jaws, his 'opinion' delivered with the clipped, quiet sureness that he felt it indisputable. In actuality, Rookfrost cared neither for the code nor the cats who broke it; he barely functioned within it himself. Who was he to care or judge others for their mistakes? Let them do what they want. It wouldn't matter in the end. In the very end. "They will continue to break the code, Deputy of RainClan, because there is no greater struggle than loyalty against love, when pitted against each other as our code dictates it should be. Good Afternoon." Another curt tip of his head, and the shadowy figure looked as though he would leave the pair of them, his message delivered, but the half-turn he made indicated that he would linger another moment longer should the conversation continue. As for Roselight... Her breathing came out in ragged gasps, and her form shook as though she had been mauled by some invisible, awful force of nature, shaken in the dog's teeth, thrown from the highest tree bough. It was in the midst of near hyperventilation that the RainClan feline heard the stinging, fiery words of her deputy practically spat at her. Eyes wide with shock, they were quick to narrow, full of pain and momentary hatred that she channeled straight for the muscular black and brown tom, fur fluffing out to it's fullest. "Don't you patronize me, you blackhearted wretch!" Snarling, the proud she-cat felt as though she were being ripped to shreds, each word that came tumbling out of her mouth like shrapnel that tore into her as much as she intended it to tear into him. "Don't you dare speak to me as if you have ANY idea what went on! I don't care if you think you get it, if you think you have any right to look down on me for my decisions - fall in love, and then lose the cat who meant the whole world to you, then call me a traitor to my Clan." Love was one of the most complicated things in the world. While the code had been broken, the code was not a living, breathing thing that had been personally affected by the loss of a loved one's life. The code would never be so badly damaged, so ruined by grief and heartbreak that it no longer worked properly. The Code would always remain intact, the cats who were affected by it, who has risked everything, who had tossed in their lot and lost, no one could ever say the same thing about their psyches. "If it'll help you sleep at night, Razorfang, the cat I loved is dead. We won't be seeing each other again." Snatching agonized eyes away from the RainClan Deputy, Roselight lurched off in the direction of camp, her tail dragging against the snowy ground, the world around her seeming to fade away in the wake of such heartbreaking news. Blazestar was dead. She wasn't even thinking clearly to ask Rookfrost how the tom she had loved had died so quickly after becoming Clan leader. It didn't really matter then, did it? He was dead. He was dead.

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[Insidious]

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With the continuing of Rookfrost's speech, the feeling that he was having pointless, common sense-like knowledge shoved into his brain began to increasingly enlargen. He didn't snort, or make any verbal noise that would have indicated the subtle annoyance rippling down the back of his neck at Rookfrost's words. In fact, the only sign that could have informed Rookfrost that he truly, did not care whatsoever about his opinion on the matter, would have been the narrowing of his cold-as-stone eyes until the moment the Medicine Cat's jaws clamped shut. He had asked a simplistic question about why it didn't affect the... odd tom-cat, not to be re-told of the code, with some facts on 'love' and 'loyalty' on the side. "Good Afternoon." In all honesty, Razorfang only wished he could quit talking to this odd-ball of a feline. The majority of the large, thoroughly muscled deputy was surging with an enormous ripple of sheer annoyance, along with a couple obnoxious comments floating in his mind. However, there was certainly a small portion of his being that remained somewhat... interested. He was different from most clan cats he'd confronted. The black furred Medicine Cat pivoted, making it seem as if he was about to exit. The Rainclan deputy parted his lethal jaws to comment, though was interrupted by a sudden, feminine pair of vocals ringing loudly in his eardrums with a clear flare of hostility: "Don't you patronize me, you blackhearted wretch!" The rest of Roselight's speech was only partially given the recognition she obviously meant for it to earn; large blacks ears rotating atop his head to indicate he was listening, but not really caring about what she had to say on the matter. In all fairness, what Roselight said was actually quite factual. Razorfang never would understand what had went on between Roselight and Blazestar, he never would truly get it. But, that was precisely the point. He'd never understand how it felt to love a cat from another clan. Why? Because: he'd never be so stupid to fall in love with a cat from anywhere outside of Rainclan in the first place. Roselight was already trudging away, probably back to camp. Thankfully, there was just enough time for Razorfang to include his last comment. "Just because I don't understand this little predicament of yours, doesn't mean I'm at fault for recognizing the code." At mention of the code, the tom-cat's thinly furred tail sharply gestured in the direction of Rookfrost, as if the Medicine Cat's speech from earlier had reminded him he could use such a topic to his advantage. "Once you've finished mourning, perhaps you'll start realizing who to be getting angry with here. Don't be releasing your riled up emotions on anyone other than yourself. You're the one that went and fell in love." At the end of Razorfang's returned rant, he snorted with clear repulse toward the entire situation. You played this little game of love, and you lost, Roselight. That's how this forest tends to work when you fall for some pathetic tom from Lightningclan. He saw no reason to depart and catch up with Roselight. He had nothing else to say to her. She'd lost all of his respect: she had betrayed Rainclan by falling for a cat outside of her own clan. She could get angry at Razorfang for calling her a traitor to Rainclan all she wanted. At least he respected the code. She had another thing coming if she thought he'd ever consider her a true warrior to Rainclan, especially not after this incident and the way she handled it before storming off like a kit with hurt feelings. In all of Razorfang's rage toward the Rainclan warrior, he had almost entirely dismissed the lurking presence of Rookfrost. He whirled around to be facing the tom-cat's positioning once again, flashing him a wary, almost spiteful gaze. "Since you have yet to depart, I'd assume you have something left to say?" His tone indicated that he was accusing the Medicine Cat of, in a sense, spying. The deputy's hazelnut-hued lips curled up, offering the smallest glimpse of his unusually sharp teeth to the black furred Lightningclan cat. "If not, feel free to return to your clan. Your message has been delivered." It would seem as if Razorfang was utterly disgusting with the Medicine Cat for informing him of the romance between Blazestar and Roselight. That was far from the case, however. In fact, the Rainclan tom-cat greatly appreciated the information. The last thing he wanted was cross-clan romances affecting Rainclan. If there was anything he could do about it, they'd be stopped in a heartbeat. Disloyalty in the first place was one thing. But if Razorfang ever found a Rainclan cat that held their lover to a higher standard than their birth clan, he'd surely escort them out of the territory. Permanently. 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