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[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff]

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Her shoulders showed prominently, protruding from her back as she stalked through the camp. The feathered tail that had given her her name lashed back in forth in a manner unlike its usual movements. Normally so easy-flowing and graceful, it moved in horribly jagged lines. Silver ears were pinned back against her head as she moved, an air of annoyance radiating off of her like the stench of fish did on a RainClan cat. Her face suddenly contorted in a snarling scowl as she shouldered her way past the entrance to the warrior's den. Sharp eyes were narrowed as she glared at the figures within the den, as though each and every one had offended her in some way or another.

Really, not a single one of them had done anything that warranted such foul behaviour. No, instead this originated from a sleep that had been less than restful the night before. She'd been stuck, lying in her nest, blue eyes wide and fully awake. When morning had come, she'd been groggy, with maybe a few short naps achieved. The day had been a long one. Walking a few tail lengths felt like walking to the mountains and back. Four times.

She'd even gone out hunting with Brokensong. But that had ended up being a disaster. She'd caught exactly nothing, stupid mistakes ruining any chance she might have had at catching something. Moving too quickly, not checking which way the wind was blowing. Brokensong had popped up with each and every single one of Feathercloud's failed kills. The silver feline had left then, stalking all the way back to camp and leaving Brokensong to frantically search for the rest of her prey before bounding after her ill-tempered friend. Now Feathercloud flopped ungracefully into her nest, glaring at the wall.

Every now and again, her tail tip would flick in irritation. Teeth ground slightly against one another as she did nothing but literally stare in front of her. That was, until a familiar shape obscured the light filtering in through the entrance briefly. The silver feline didn't even need to look to know that it was Brokensong. Glaring ahead and willing the tortoiseshell to just walk on by, the silver warrioress was less that pleased when the older she-cat paused near Feathercloud's nest. Her reaction was unwarranted, the mute she-cat only wanting to check in on her friend, but the bottled up anger erupted in snarled sentence that was much louder than she intended.

"Really not in the mood, Brokensong."

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She wouldn’t have felt the need to stroll into the warriors’ den at that particular moment, hadn’t the pleasant sound of Feathercloud’s voice had her ears performing a full rotation backward, catching Brokensong’s name and immediately pitying the mute warrior for her bad taste in friends. With a smile on her face and a glint perhaps a little sharper than it should have been in her pale green eyes, the she-cat turned on her heel and confidently ducked her head inside of the warriors’ den. Lichenfrost took up Brokensong’s flank, fixing the already livid warrior with a glare as harsh as her words had been.

If she could have it her way, Feathercloud would be leaving this den twice as mad.

“You should consider treating a concerned friend with a little more respect than that, lest you chase every single last one of them away.” The pretty warrior spat, her silver-black-striped tail running down the length of Brokensong’s spine as a means of offering comfort. Brokensong was among the few with whom Lichenfront had no quarrels, and so she was more than happy to step in and offer her assistance to the mute warrior that couldn’t so much as even think of defending herself verbally against Feathercloud’s attacks.

Verbal defense - and verbal offense if she could have it her way, as she so frequently did - was Lichenfrost’s specialty. She gave the word ‘insult’ a whole new definition, especially when she was dealing with felines that she just couldn’t stop herself from despising with her heart and soul combined.

She wasn’t oblivious to the way that her brother, Sprucefur, cared for Feathercloud. Whenever the she-cat’s name was so much as mentioned his fur tied itself into knots and his throat suddenly got so dry as to prohibit him from speaking proper sentences. It was disgusting, and if she had any say in it - which she liked to think she would - then their entire relationship would be crushed, destroyed, and mutilated to the point of no recovery. Feathercloud, in her eyes, was equivalent to the filthy dirt left behind by cats. She wanted to squish her fellow warrior underneath the weight of her paw, pressing and pressing until the point that her face was no longer something Sprucefur would consider attractive enough to pursue.

Because, surely, it hadn’t been her sparkling personality that had captured his eye.

“You don’t have to deal with this, Brokensong.” Her green eyes softened upon meeting that of the mute warrior, wanting to ensure that she knew that, if she was having enough of Feathercloud’s sour behaviour, she could stick with Lichenfront for a while. “Clearly Feathercloud is unable to tolerate the company of one who wishes only for her best interest.” If her words hadn’t already stung enough, then surely after Lichenfrost got in her final input, Feathercloud would be in the medicine cat’s den for a few moons to pick up the broken pieces of her that were left behind. With a last, yet no less hateful, burning glare and grimace shot Feathercloud’s way, Lichenfront gently pressed her shoulder against Brokensong’s own, gesturing for the two of them to leave together if Brokensong so wished it. “You’re in need of much better friends.”

If Brokensong wanted to persist that Feathercloud was capable of being a good friend, then she wouldn’t stop her from checking in with Feathercloud later. Ruining her life, after all, was a work in progress at best - stealing some of her friends was only a small portion of the overall job. Her goal, as of now, was to make Feathercloud feel as small and insignificant as she truly was in Lichenfrost’s eyes, and then leave with Brokensong to have a good time that she wouldn’t soon forget. It’d certainly beat sitting in the warriors’ den all day to deal with Feathercloud’s vile comments.

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[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff]

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It was likely that, once she got a bit of rest, she would have realized how unfair she had been to Brokensong. Stars above, Feathercloud was protective of the mute warrioress. She would do anything to ensure the tortoiseshell was never taken advantage of. It had been moons before Zephyrfang had proved himself enough to Feathercloud that she would let him spend any amount of time alone with the older she-cat. It might seem a little backwards, what the silver feline shared with her older tortoiseshell friend, but this was how it worked, what with Brokensong unable to speak a word in her defence.

It would have all worked out just fine, if it hadn't been for that voice at just that moment. Eyes the color of Leafbare frost snapped open and the silver she-cat dragged herself out of her nest faster than ever before, lips peeling back before she'd even set eyes upon the she-cat she knew as Lichenfrost. Silver ears pinned to her head as she stared down the other warrioress, silver, feathery tail lashing to and fro. Taking a steady, and very pronounced step forward, she confronted the other silver furred terror that had so beautifully decided to ruin an already horrid day.

And then, just to make things even better (she could feel the sarcasm burning through her veins), Lichenfrost turned toward Feathercloud's friend as though they were just the closest of friends. Feathercloud watched as Brokensong's hazel eyes blinked wide in confusion, ears tipped back slightly. The silver warrioress could see the discomfort crossing the mute she-cat's gaze. Knowing her to be a gentle soul, and incapable of bringing offence to either of the two silver-furred cats, Feathercloud wasn't at all surprised to see hazel eyes blinking at her and then back at Lichenfrost, even when Lichenfrost's shoulder came into contact ever so gently with Brokensong's.

"Back off, Lichenfrost. Leave her out of this. I don't care what you think of me, you have some nerve prancing in here like you own the world. You may be right that she needs better friends, but I can tell you right now that you are not a better friend. I don't know what your problem with me is, and I don't want to here your petty explanation." Teeth were bared in an angry snarl, and she could feel the pricking of exhaustion in her skull, but adrenaline was a funny, beautiful thing.

"And since you obviously marched in here, looking for a fight..." Her attention was pinned on Lichenfrost now, Brokensong nearly forgotten as she backed up into a corner, tortoiseshell coat fluffed up in alarm as the spitting match slowly began unfolding against the two silver coated TreeClan warriors. Anger, irritation and sleep deprivation did not mix very well together, and when they did manage to do so, it lead to a rather destructive, even shorter fuse on Feathercloud's temper. Her lips nearly cracked into a smile as she spat out the next words at Lichenfrost's paws. "Well now you've go one."

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Adderstrike
Fangs Of A Viper
I am not alone, Not beaten down just yet
I am not afraid,
Of the voices in my head

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His temperament had already been far more sour in the recent days as of late, and his self induced insomnia was not putting an ease to anything. The strain of his sister had been digging deeper into skin, burrowing there like a tick. The added fact that the ginger tom was already a fairly aggressive tomcat, not to sink exhaustion on his shoulders, as well as the pressure of being worried about not one but two siblings, since his brother had been recently acting odd as well, though not near the level that Gentlebreeze was faltering on.
 
The nearing senior status tomcat had only been curled up in his nest for what seemed like just a few moments after going a day or two without sleep, until the snapping of Feathercloud's jaws lifted the soft fog over his mind as his vibrant blue eyes flashed open. A fierce and dangerous glint gleamed in the sour tempered tom's eyes as he pulled himself to his feet, shoulder muscles rippling nicely under his tight ginger pelt. A low growl echoed from his throat as his view cleared into a vision of Lichenfrost and Feathercloud standing nose to nose with Brokensong huddled against the den wall.

Any cat in Treeclan would say that Adderstrike was quick to jump at another clan's cats, or even some of his own clan-mate, but despite his terrible temper towards other cats, they would also say to watch one's self around Gentlebreeze, Moonshimmer or Brokensong. The blue eyed snake was fiercely protective of the three she-cat, and he would go after any cat that did even the smallest thing.

He had caught the tone in which Feathercloud spoke to Brokensong, and he wasn't about to have it, even with Lichenfrost stepping in to take up for the mute she-cat.

Brokensong had become close to Gentlebreeze before the white furred beauty of Treeclan fell into a deep, dark depression, and so Adderstrike had taken Brokensong in as his sister. His protectiveness of her went a full three-sixty, he still didn't fully trust Brokensong's mate, the former loner, Zephyrfang, even though it seemed like his clan-mates did.

The older warrior shoved his nose in-front of Feathercloud before she could growl any closer to Lichenfrost, who Adderstrike knew as an aggressive she-cat that matched him paw to paw in several things. Something rarely found in she-cats, but somewhat thrilling, except for a time like this. Cold, frosted blue eyes stared down the younger silver she-cat as his fangs were bared, "Knock it off." He growled, deep voice graveling in his throat.

He was one for a good fight, hell, he was described with the word 'fight' somewhere near his name, but being slightly clearer of head at the moment, he figured a full out cat-fight between two well placed she-cats in the tightness of the warrior's den was just looking for trouble. If only Sunstride were here. Adderstrike almost snorted, but it was true. The young golden and white tomcat was way more level headed than the three riled up cats who were face to face at the moment, and Adderstrike was definitely not a peace maker.

"If you didn't want Lichenfrost to come start a fight than you should have treated Brokensong better." He snapped, pushing closer into Feathercloud's face. He wasn't about to be nice to Lionstar's former, perfect little apprentice, but he wasn't exactly taking Lichenfrost's side either as he glance back at the feisty she-cat that had started to grab his interest within the last few moons. "No-one is going to fight." Not now, anyways. He thought, he'd let Lichenfrost take her fury out on Feathercloud outside of Treeclan's camp.

"Apologize to Brokensong." Adderstrike returned his attention to Feathercloud, his tail flickered, brushing against the mute she-cat of whom he was extremely protective of. Something in the back of his mind and the deep of his gut, made him feel better, made him feel more alive, more of a warrior, to know that he could look out for and keep Brokensong safe when he felt as if he would never be able to save Gentlebreeze from slowly fading away from reality.

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Down the darkest road, Something follows me
I am not alone
Cause misery loves my company,
Misery loves my company

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“You have some nerve speaking up while I’m in the process of righting your wrong!” Nothing good came from two aggressive felines confronting each other; let alone two aggressive felines that couldn’t possibly despise one another any more than they already did. For every bit that Feathercloud’s lips peeled back over her teeth, Lichenfrost’s stretched into a full-out snarl. For every fluffing of her fur in irritation, hers was practically standing straight as thorns. When Feathercloud chanced a step closer - it had been incredibly meaningful on the younger warrior’s part, though Lichenfrost considered it as being nothing more than an inconvenience, having to stand even closer to the unappealing she-cat if it meant proving her point - Lichenfront stepped forth until they were nearly nose-to-nose. She had wanted a fight - another precious opportunity to win, satisfied in Feathercloud’s loss - and if Feathercloud wanted to be mousebrained enough to give it to her, then she’d be more than happy to oblige.

There had been seconds left to spare in the moments leading up to Adderstrike interfering, the equally aggressive tomcat having nearly faced the wrath of Lichenfrost’s jaws closing around his neck. Nobody was about to keep Lichenfrost from doing the considerable amount of damage to Feathercloud that she could already picture beautifully in her head. She knew that it simply wouldn’t do to earn herself a place on Adderstrike’s bad side, but as of right now, she couldn’t care less about what potential relationships she demolished if it meant getting her claws on her nemesis.

And then suddenly her pale eyes were lighting up until they very well put the sun to shame. Her expression had never quite looked so smug, so self-righteous, as she realized that Adderstrike wasn’t only trying to keep two she-cat’s from killing each other, but was also intent upon making sure that Feathercloud kept Brokensong out of it. Although she knew better than to think that he was actually taking her side - she didn’t need anybody on her side - it sure sounded like he was, and that simple fact was enough to have her fur flattening and her lips softening.

If not only to provoke Feathercloud’s anger further, Lichenfrost settled into a comfortable sit, grooming down the fur on her paw, watching the silvery warrior with satisfied eyes from just over Adderstrike’s shoulder. “Make that two apologies. Your unsuitable reaction to my only wanting to help Brokensong escape your sour mood has me rightfully deserving of that second.” She spared a moment to observe the ginger tomcat, then, borderline thankful for how much he had unknowingly made this entire situation so much more fun for her. There was only one way to get out of the hole she had just dug herself, and it certainly wasn’t a way she’d enjoy doing while her audience consisted of Lichenfrost. If she apologized, then they could all go their separate ways - mind Lichenfrost would hold this over her head for a very long time. And if she didn’t, well… did Feathercloud really want to deal with the combined wrath of two angry felines at once?

Maybe she’d have to look into making a friendly companion out of Adderstrike if he was going to prove so overwhelmingly pleasant an addition to these exchanges of hers with Feathercloud. She could use somebody like him on her side. That being said, she’d have to find a way to cool down her temper enough to not risk clashing with his own - was that even possible?

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Sorrelflower had been dreaming vividly when the sound of angry voices brought her out of the land of sleep. She laid there passively listening to the exchanges, then slowly lifted her head from its position pressed against the den wall. She did her best to go unnoticed, this wasn't really her business and she had no context on the matter. From what she'd seen Feathercloud had a penchant for rudeness at times and apparently the whole thing had to do with Brokensong somehow. She didn't know. She did know, however, that she wasn't very well-liked by some cats and she couldn't always be sure who would snap at her and who wouldn't just for existing, so she kept her mouth shut. She didn't really have any opinions on what was going on. She couldn't exactly get up and leave the den without attracting unwanted attention, though, thus she didn't try.

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