Post by Phoenix on Jan 3, 2014 13:39:46 GMT -5
Whiteshade
my secret side i keep
hid under
lock and key
Whiteshade had never been overly fond of young cats. They were always unnecessarily loud, incapable of sitting still for the briefest moment, and prone to idiocy far more frequently than their older counterparts – though he had met quite a few warriors in his time that challenged that latter statement on a daily basis. Only a select few had surpassed the high expectations and acquired his approval, and among their number had been his former apprentice, Nightstep; the young tom had flourished under his tutelage. Crimson eyes sought out the familiar shape of the black and white cat as long limbs carried him further into camp. He had been told to lead a patrol along the TreeClan border, but it was not until he had heard the names of those accompanying him that he had any objections.
Although the alabaster feline considered the tuxedo tom to be one of the few whose company he did not entirely disdain, he was not particularly keen on spending the same amount of time with Nightstep’s chosen companions. Kindleflare and Palescreech would be accompanying the two toms on their endeavor, and even though he could have tolerated the presence of the former with minimal distaste, the addition of the latter already had him heaving a heavy mental sigh. Perhaps only the kits, unversed in such matters, were oblivious to the romance sparking between his former apprentice and Palescreech, and the senior warrior had no desire to spend the length of a border patrol in the close company of those two. Love was for the sentimental, and it did nothing but weaken them. He did not want to watch as the young tom continued tripping over his paws to impress the she-cat and make such a fool of himself.
His crimson gaze finally alighted upon the tuxedo warrior, whom he noted was enjoying the company of his sister, and he directed his strides toward the pair of felines. Tail dancing through the air behind him, he inclined his head slightly to his former apprentice, addressing him primarily when he spoke smoothly, ”We are to patrol the TreeClan border.” His gaze flicked to the side to include the ginger and white she-cat beside Nightstep, letting her know that she had not been forgotten. He turned back to his apprentice. ”I trust you know where to find Palescreech, Nightstep, as she is to accompany us as well. You two can meet us at the border.” The senior warrior wanted to spend as little time in their joint company as possible, even if doing so meant exposing himself to the pathetic she-cat now alone in his presence.
He turned his blood red gaze on said warrior, idly wondering if she was actually quivering or if his eyes were merely playing tricks on him. It hardly would have surprised him, he mused, if he was not seeing things. Occasionally, he had found himself wondering how Nightstep and Kindleflare could have come from the same litter when the two were vastly different in nature. Where the former had a quiet resolve and strength to his character, the latter was so lacking in backbone that it was amazing that she could even stand on her paws. Ever so slightly, the corner of his lip curled upward in the ghost of a sneer, before vanishing a moment later. It was pathetic.
Flicking his tail, he turned away, tossing lightly over his shoulder, ”This way, Kindleflare. The sooner we finish the patrol, the sooner you can escape my company.” He was never oblivious to his clanmates’ general reluctance to spend an extended amount of time in his presence. It was only fair that he extend the same courtesy to them.
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my secret side i keep
hid under
lock and key
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Whiteshade had never been overly fond of young cats. They were always unnecessarily loud, incapable of sitting still for the briefest moment, and prone to idiocy far more frequently than their older counterparts – though he had met quite a few warriors in his time that challenged that latter statement on a daily basis. Only a select few had surpassed the high expectations and acquired his approval, and among their number had been his former apprentice, Nightstep; the young tom had flourished under his tutelage. Crimson eyes sought out the familiar shape of the black and white cat as long limbs carried him further into camp. He had been told to lead a patrol along the TreeClan border, but it was not until he had heard the names of those accompanying him that he had any objections.
Although the alabaster feline considered the tuxedo tom to be one of the few whose company he did not entirely disdain, he was not particularly keen on spending the same amount of time with Nightstep’s chosen companions. Kindleflare and Palescreech would be accompanying the two toms on their endeavor, and even though he could have tolerated the presence of the former with minimal distaste, the addition of the latter already had him heaving a heavy mental sigh. Perhaps only the kits, unversed in such matters, were oblivious to the romance sparking between his former apprentice and Palescreech, and the senior warrior had no desire to spend the length of a border patrol in the close company of those two. Love was for the sentimental, and it did nothing but weaken them. He did not want to watch as the young tom continued tripping over his paws to impress the she-cat and make such a fool of himself.
His crimson gaze finally alighted upon the tuxedo warrior, whom he noted was enjoying the company of his sister, and he directed his strides toward the pair of felines. Tail dancing through the air behind him, he inclined his head slightly to his former apprentice, addressing him primarily when he spoke smoothly, ”We are to patrol the TreeClan border.” His gaze flicked to the side to include the ginger and white she-cat beside Nightstep, letting her know that she had not been forgotten. He turned back to his apprentice. ”I trust you know where to find Palescreech, Nightstep, as she is to accompany us as well. You two can meet us at the border.” The senior warrior wanted to spend as little time in their joint company as possible, even if doing so meant exposing himself to the pathetic she-cat now alone in his presence.
He turned his blood red gaze on said warrior, idly wondering if she was actually quivering or if his eyes were merely playing tricks on him. It hardly would have surprised him, he mused, if he was not seeing things. Occasionally, he had found himself wondering how Nightstep and Kindleflare could have come from the same litter when the two were vastly different in nature. Where the former had a quiet resolve and strength to his character, the latter was so lacking in backbone that it was amazing that she could even stand on her paws. Ever so slightly, the corner of his lip curled upward in the ghost of a sneer, before vanishing a moment later. It was pathetic.
Flicking his tail, he turned away, tossing lightly over his shoulder, ”This way, Kindleflare. The sooner we finish the patrol, the sooner you can escape my company.” He was never oblivious to his clanmates’ general reluctance to spend an extended amount of time in his presence. It was only fair that he extend the same courtesy to them.
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i feel it deep within
it’s just beneath the skin
i must confess that i feel like a monster
it’s just beneath the skin
i must confess that i feel like a monster