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Redsplash
Eat Your Heart out
I've got bad blood
I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits

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Thunder rumbled lowly in the darkening sky as morning was quickly turning sour with the chance of a storm rolling in over the valley, showing it with water from the dark clouds that loomed above the treetops. As of the moment, a slight, slow paced sprinkle dribbled down, damping the ground under paw. A scerene moment if one took the time to pause their life and watch the rain drip, drip, dripped from the end of each leaf, as it pooled in small holes, as it floated down the rocks in the clearing.

A white ear flicked as a drop of clear liquid fell upon it. Pinkish-red eyes flashed as they remained focus on a mouse nestled between some roots, looking for a dry place to keep safe. Unfortunately for the gray bodied rodent, it had been caught in the cross hairs of Rainclan's white demon, and even though she stuck out like an elephant among the greenery around her, she had been able to keep herself hidden enough to grow closer and closer to her next kill.

Haunches lowering into a crouch, the oddly beautiful siren crept forwards a couple more paw-steps before letting her plume tail remain still behind her and then... She pounced. The Rainclan warrioress landed square on the prey's body, crushing it underneath her body, but not before it let out a loud squeal, ended in a slow bite to drain the life from it's tiny body. Another ear flickered as a new sound entered the area around the she-cat, bringing her to life to her head up, white mane feathered into place around her neck.

The scent hit her pink nose before she caught site of whatever was stalking her. Fox. She let out a low growl from her throat, pinkish-red eyes narrowing as she scanned the surroundings around her, trying to figure out where the scent had been blown in from before she was knocked off her feet. Before Redsplash had been able to comprehend the fact that she had been thrown from her prey, a long, ugly red muzzle was shoved into her face and she barely had enough time to pull away before white teeth snapped in the air where she had just been.

Rolling away from the foul smelling fox, the white furred demon lashed her plume tail as she raised herself to her paws, hissing and spitting, claws unsheathed as she reared to attack the canine who dare attack her. With a quick dart towards the fox, Redsplash leaped forwards, sinking her fangs into the fox's throat and holding on as it tried to fling her away, claw her off of it, anything to dislodge the white she-cat from his throat.

Blood trickled down into her throat, foul flavored from the foul canine, but warm and salty. The red liquid splattered against her white pelt before the fox finally threw her off, knocking her against the trunk of a tree.

Pulling herself to her paws once more, Redsplash watched the wounded fox step back, blood coating the wired fur around his neck and dripping along the damp ground of Starclan's Claws. The pink eyed demon gave a hiss, before the fox turned tail and took off, running from the clearing and up towards the moors. With a snort, the mouse clearly forgotten, Redsplash took off, following the larger carnivore through the terrain before her large paws landed her at the border of Lightningclan's territory.

 Now, it is your problem. She let out a snort, turning to leave, before the broad shoulders of a white tom caught her attention. Perhaps she could stay... just to warn him. After all, he was like her, wasn't he? And so, the blood splashed, white warrioress of Rainclan sat at the border, waiting for Whiteshade to continue his little trek before making his way to her. She was well aware that her scent drifted along the wet breeze.

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I am most disturbed
I deserve to be interred
Don't you dare turn your back on me
I'll attack without a warning sign
Terror lurks in the night

[Phoenix]

A THOUSAND TIMES I'VE TEMPTED FATE

Crimson eyes watched the pale figure trot along ahead of him with nothing short of disdain. How Icewhisker ever managed to pull his head out of the clouds long enough to even become slightly competent enough to pass the test at the end of his apprenticeship, Whiteshade would never pretend to know, but somehow he had; and in the end, accomplished cats like himself were the ones left to suffer through his presence. Similarly, he found himself just as clueless as to the seemingly erratic thought processes - if there were any at all - that the other warrior employed, for exactly how the other tom could compare the crimson of his eyes to his sense of taste was beyond him. To make matters even more ambiguous, apparently his fur was not white enough; for what, Icewhisker never elaborated, and the senior warrior was not about to stoop to the other tom's level and ask.

It was with great pleasure that he steadily slowed down and allowed the moronic warrior to keep trotting on with his blue eyes directed toward the slowly darkening clouds as though he would be able to successfully complete the patrol by looking up and - inadvertently - steadily wandering deeper and deeper into LightningClan territory. He honestly doubted that the other white feline had even noticed that his companion had fallen behind as the senior warrior cast him one final look before turning away toward the opposite direction, back toward StarClan's Claws where they were supposed to have ended up. Thunder growled in the distance, low and threatening, but he paid it no mind as he strolled forward with new purpose. There was a storm coming, and he had little desire to be caught out in the heavy rain - even the sprinkle of water that steadily dampened his shoulders had his irritation growing - for a reason as boring as an unfinished patrol. If he was to end up soaked to the bone by the time the day was through, it should at least be due to a hunt or something equally thrilling. So far, that did not seem to be the case.

However, hardly more than a moment had passed since that thought crossed his mind when a peculiar, but very familiar, scent floated to him on damp breeze. He paused midstride, wondering if perhaps wistful thinking had tricked his mind into believing the imaginary had found a place in reality - but no, there it was again. Blood. Deep within, the monster stirred from its restless slumber as it took notice. It stretched and yawned, flexing its claws as that distinctly delicious smell of weakness - pure and bare for the world to take notice - incited it to a state of predatory fever. His steps, precise and efficient, were guided by the monster as it slowly seeped back into his bones and slipped back into his skin, a familiar and welcome burden to bear.

His paws led him toward the arching spires of StarClan's Claws, where the scent of liquid crimson grew strong, and unbidden, his pace quickened. The monster was in charge, but he was also in charge; he was the monster; he had welcomed it like an old friend, with a macabre grin and a glint in his eyes, for that was what it was. An old friend. The exquisite smell that had roused the beast resting so poorly beneath his skin grew stronger as he neared the source, and ever the predator, he slowed his pace. After all, it would not do for him to stumble, blinded by blood lust, on a scene and ruin any chance of a hunt of his own. Alabaster limbs lowered him to the ground as he crouched, peering out from his vantage point at the Gathering place before him. It was abandoned, empty but for a lone she-cat and a trail of blood - that delectable scarlet - that had drawn him to the place like a moth to a flame. He stood.

Even from a distance, he could recognize his only other companion as the RainClan warrior he had encountered at the Apprentice Games not long ago. With eyes that were more pink than crimson like his own, her appearance was less startling than his own, but the sheer unnatural quality of both of their gazes made them stand out in a crowd. Even without the splash of brilliance that had dyed her pure white fur a bright red, she would have attracted attention. The LightningClan tom drew closer, acutely aware of the monster's displeasure as it withdrew to curl up in his chest once more. As he became less fixated on that particularly delicious scent, an observation that he had acknowledged but brushed aside came forward to stand at the front of his mind; the stench of fox was nearly overpowering. Ears flicked and he cast a glance back toward the direction from whence he had come, following the trail of liquid crimson with eyes of a similar hue. Interesting.

He turned to the she-cat. "Redsplash," The devil of LightningClan greeted her pleasantly with a slight inclination of his head, eyes flicking downward as the last of the monster vanished from its depths. Scarlet flickered across her fur. "You appear to have met some trouble along the way." A faintly worried expression crossed his features, something like concern glinting in his gaze as he slipped into a skin of a different nature. "As flattered as I would be, I should hope that you have not made the decision to converse with me rather than visit Swanfeather. I am under the impression that conversations with others who are just as alive and whole as myself are far more effective than those with partners who are, rather unfortunately, dead."

Whiteshade | LightningClan | Senior Warrior | Up In The Air - 30 Seconds to Mars

A THOUSAND TIMES I'VE PLAYED THIS GAME

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Redsplash
Eat Your Heart out
I've got bad blood
I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits

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The beautiful white demoness waited patiently at the border, and patient was something that would never be used to describe the she-cat. Her plume tail wavered around behind her as she watched, almost in a memorized way, as the white tom of Lightningclan kept step in his way towards her direction. With her small range of emotions, she had found that after one encounter with the tom, that she had become strangely infatuated. An emotion very foreign to her.

She had found some sort of longing comfort in Whiteshade. How his eyes, though far more red in color that hers, at least mirrored her thoughts. Though, these thoughts may seem blank to others, the pink eyed Rainclanner could tell, he was like her. There was something lurking under the surface, pressing up against the snow white cloak as it tried to claw it's way out and rip into the world from the darkness it was born in.

Call it a third sense, or intuition, or that a she-cat just knows. Perhaps, it was her own inner demons and the monster that Rainclan had created that made her know, she was more alike Whiteshade than just alabaster fur and scarlet shaded orbs. That something, dark and dangerous as it was, attracted the white she-cat to the tom who made his way closer to her. She knew what he was coming after. It wasn't her scent. It was the scent of blood. Fresh, delicious blood.

 Her paler eyes caught sight of something ominous leave his crimson orbs as he came closer, just a snip of it, but enough to know that her gut feeling had landed her correct on this handsome demon in-front of her. Her attention focused in on his words. He had remembered her name, making something squirm inside her stomach, something she wasn't excepting since she was used to others ignoring her, or attempting to forget her demonized features.

Swanfeather? Oh. Then it came back to her mind as she fixated on the rest of Whiteshade's words, voice echoing inside her ears as she shook her head, white mane fluttering around her neck. "It is not my blood." She said, her voice silk as she responded to what she thought was true worry or sympathy coming from the tom who posted false emotions for a cover in which she didn't see. "I am not injured, or not enough to cause all this." There were probably a couple of scratches here or there, maybe one or two that might have broken the skin, spilling her blood against her fur.

Her liquid blossom colored eyes flickered, her inner monster trickling from the gateways to the soul as she turned to look at the foul scented fox blood splashed against her snow white pelt. "This belongs to a fox who got away from me... into your clan's territory." She angled her neck to let her rough tongue run against her fur, pulling the salty liquid into her mouth with one stroke before turning her head back towards the infatuating tomcat.

"I would really like to drain the rest of it's life from it's body..." She trailed off, her pinkish-red eyes glazed past where Whiteshade stood, watching where the red furred canine had disappeared into the moors of Lightningclan. There was a rumble in her mind as a snake curled around her innards, pressuring her more dangerous and vile side to slip out between the cracks, ready to sink it's claws into the flesh of it's victim and to rip the warm meat of the prey from it's carcass.

Her attention once more turned to Whiteshade, her siren reaching out like a desperate cry. But a cry that would not be ignored, she knew Whiteshade wouldn't turn her down. Not when he saw what she saw. A monster. A beautiful, sick, twisted, delicious demon. "Help me take it's life..." She purred, her fur warming as she neared letting her monster break free from it's chains that held it down.

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I am most disturbed
I deserve to be interred
Don't you dare turn your back on me
I'll attack without a warning sign
Terror lurks in the night