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Post by Fawn on Feb 6, 2016 17:38:10 GMT -5
COLDPAW 8 Moons - RainClan - Apprentice "Share this with the other apprentices." Said Vultureback, before the enormous mottled warrior left to bring the second scrawny fish to the nursery to divide among the famished queens.
Coldpaw had always been obedient. Aware now more than ever that his window of opportunity for rule-breaking was shrinking with every moon, he would not have tested the waters so if it weren't for a recent death in the family. Lilacpaw had died, of all things, from starvation.
It was not the emptiness of the nest beside him that bothered Coldpaw to the core; it was not that he had actually gotten along with Lilacpaw, the only she-cat who knew the demons hiding in the dark places of Coldpaw's mind, that bothered him. Lilacpaw's death in and of itself was what kept him awake at night—what had him eating grass just to make sure he made it to the next day. He'd be damned if he let himself starve to death, to the Dark Forest with any cat that got in his way!
Vultureback had given him this fish to share with the other apprentices, but Coldpaw, with a nod and a smile, took the fish to the outskirts of camp, where he might devour it in peace. With chilly, furtive glances, Coldpaw cast aside all concerns for his peers; situations like these did not demand that they all band together to endure, it demanded that they adapt. That they do what they must to survive.
For those who were stronger and stockier than he (Coldpaw had always been lithe, and now, with his pelt sticking to his ribs, he looked every bit the ghost he had always suspected himself of being), stealing prey from the other territories was a viable option. But Coldpaw preferred intelligence over the unnecessary expending of energy he couldn't afford.
The fish was scrawny, there would barely be enough for two bites, but he would relish them. Revel in the nourishment it would provide his famished body. Keeping a cautious lookout for Minnowpaw (a clumsy, irritatingly saccharine presence in his life since kithood), the fledgling devil of RainClan sank his pale teeth into the silver body of the fish, peeling back the scales with a delicate, deliberate precision. No one else can have this fish. It's mine.
He was by no means above shedding the blood of his Clanmates to protect his treasure, either.
Words: 396 | Tagged: Insidious , BlooRey DVD | Notes: Don't mind him, he's just turning into Gollum. TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE
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Post by Insidious on Feb 7, 2016 21:06:52 GMT -5
He felt like a walking wreckage, and anyone who stepped on his toes was going to be pulled into the mess.
With fire in his eyes, but starvation in his stomach, he walked on paws that, while purposeful, were weak and unsteady. He was a shadow of his former self, the once aggressive downsize of his father nothing but skin, bones and rage. He had overheard a brief conversation between Vultureback and Coldpaw take place outside the apprentices' den, and Pikepaw's eyes had latched onto the fish, no matter how small, with a ferocity his teeth could never manage. The white tom was told to share and, while he was more likely to take the biggest bite for himself, he would opt to save some for the rest.
That was until Coldpaw scurried away with it in his mouth.
Pikepaw followed, the force behind each stride powered by hunger alone. When he finally found him, saw him pulling at the scales, filling a greedy belly, Pikepaw snarled. "What do you think you're doing, Coldpaw? Did you plan to eat the whole thing yourself?" It was clear from the look on Pikepaw's face that he wasn't about to allow that without a fight. He took a threatening step closer, greenish-blue eyes narrowed, tail lashing. "You're going to share it, or you're going to get none of it. You have one second to decide."
Impatient as always, Pikepaw struck without waiting for an answer. His jaw was aimed for the fish, but he wasn't above unsheathing his claws to help get what he wanted.
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Post by Fawn on Feb 9, 2016 18:04:52 GMT -5
Detection did not startle him like it should have; if anything, it made the white tom, unnaturally thin but poised to strike, dig deeper into the chilliest reaches of his abnormal personality. What floated up to the surface, however, was a voice unlike his normal, 'amiable' tone. Threat of starvation brought the killer out in him—same as any cat, surely. But they at least held on to their empathy. Coldpaw made no such illusions.
The sight of Pikepaw reaching for the fish, for his fish, was enough to provoke the devil to the surface, and Coldpaw's wide icy-blue eyes narrowed into icicle-like slits, sharp and unfriendly.
Timing his movements just right, he hooked his claws into the limp silvery scales and yanked the fish out of reach, clearly unwilling to share his prize with anyone. Dynasties meant nothing to Coldpaw.
Thief, hissed a cold, hateful voice in Coldpaw's keen mind.
"Having a dead leader for a father doesn't give you the right to order me to do anything."
Slender muscles beneath the tom's alabaster pelt tensed, and his claws, already unsheathed, delivered a clear message as he raised his paw to his muzzle to lick the taste of fish from the pads. He kept his claws out. If Pikepaw did not leave, he would put his claws in—to the tabby apprentice's body.
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Post by Insidious on Feb 10, 2016 11:59:22 GMT -5
He matched every shred of hate in the white's tom eyes evenly, and was overcome by the sudden need to claw that look right off of his smug face. There was so much intensity behind the snap of his teeth that when Coldpaw leaned away, he clipped nothing but the air, drawing back and tasting blood on his tongue. The throbbing didn't bother him, though, instead focused on the rage that was causing his blood to pump faster and his heart to race quicker. Despite what everyone thought, he wasn't a violent cat. He was aggressive, and there was a difference no matter how slight. The point was that he had never genuinely wished someone dead.
Until now.
"Naturally, you're so high and mighty that you get to have a whole fish to yourself!" Pikepaw spat, nowhere near finished with him. "Let's not forget your own mother left you behind. At least my dad didn't want to leave!" He took a step closer, unable to stop himself. He was seeing red, and it was making him cruel. "Who even is your dad? Let me guess, it was his idea to keep it a secret? I can see why he wouldn't want anyone to know you're his!" There was more - he was nowhere near finished tearing into his sorry existence - but the words were muted by something so much deeper than a snarl that it didn't have a name. This time, when he lunged, his whole body went with him, and there would be no leaning out of the way.
His teeth were aimed for just below the paw that he raised to his face, wanting to grab it and to crunch it - he would be satisfied with nothing less than an unclean break.
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Post by Fawn on Feb 14, 2016 20:28:56 GMT -5
The piercing sting of Pikepaw's words did not truly strike him—not at first, not when he knew his own mother had not 'left him behind'. He had refused to go. Redsplash, unable to handle Lilackit's death, had chosen to leave the Clan of her own accord—and offered him the chance to go with her.
But a life without a Clan was one he did not desire.
"Who even is your dad? Let me guess, it was his idea to keep it a secret? I can see why he wouldn't want anyone to know you're his!"
Oh I know my father, Coldpaw inwardly took unfiltered glee at picturing the white devil of LightningClan, imagining two crimson eyes peering out of the shadows to rip and mangle and kill the unsuspecting. Kill stupid, loudmouthed apprentices like Pikepaw.
"He didn't want anyone to know in case it upset your mother." Mewed Coldpaw, smirking cruelly at the implications. Wouldn't that just eat him up inside? To think that they were half-brothers, and worse still, to accuse his father of disloyalty to his mate...
Coldpaw nearly paid for those bold implications, as Pikepaw lunged straight for him. The dark tabby had size and strength over Coldpaw's skinnier, lithe frame—and he felt himself knocked back, hissing in cold fury as claws and teeth sank into him. Coldpaw's blood roared in his ears, the fish forgotten as he bitterly fought his rival to the bone. Coldpaw scratched as if he were a real opponent, willing to sink his teeth into the salmon-hued fur on Pikepaw's body with every intention of turning it red.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2016 22:02:09 GMT -5
Glowpaw Little Miss Sunshine The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle of a hoop that never ends
She would have intervened earlier if she knew the two of them were about to start a fight. She also would have intervened if she knew they were taunting each other about the lack of one or more parents. The kind hearted feline had just padded into the Rainclan camp after trying to find prey for her clan when her pale green eyes caught sight of Coldpaw and Pikepaw lunging for each other with eyes cold and full of rage. She was so confused with the hatred for each other, they were clanmates they should be getting along and trying to help the clan, not trying to hurt each other.
The small she-cat's white and pale golden fur fluffed up as she tried her best to dart over the snow covered ground. The cold, powdery substance on the ground slowed her movements as she bounced across the camp ground towards the apprentice den. She had no idea why they were fighting, or even why they needed to fight with their claws out. In the short amount of time that she had been an apprentice, she had been taught to never use her claws when training, and to never use her claws on her clanmates.
"Coldpaw! Pikepaw!" She cried out in her gentle voice, making her way over as quickly as she could. While she had a good friendship with Coldpaw -possibly one sided-, she wasn't sure how she felt about Pikepaw. He was arrogant, rude and somewhat annoying, though he had been a bit better since Razorstar had been killed by that fox. Perhaps that was the reason for his outburst. Or maybe it was Coldpaw that started the fight?
He could be a little... cold shouldered.
Her pale green eyes, which were growing brighter as she got older, flashed with frustration. "Knock it off!" She tried once again to break the two up, her voice showing her frustration and anger at the two. She was known to have a small temper, as she tried to pull Pikepaw and Coldpaw apart.
One second her paws touched the white tom's flank to push him away from Pikepaw, the next second she was sprawled away from them, her body laying out in the snow and her head pounding. She thought that maybe a squeal had left her mouth, but she wasn't sure if it was from her or somecat else. Her vision was blurry as she opened her green orbs, trying to focus on what was happening.
Glowpaw's head hurt, or rather her ear.
Once everything stopped spinning, Glowpaw could clearly see Pikepaw and Coldpaw a few pawsteps from where she lay in the snow. Near her head was a good sized puddle of blood that stained the pearly white snow that covered the ground. Lifting herself up, the white and golden she-cat shook her head, noticing that more blood splattered on the ground when she did so.
"Ow..." She said softly, lifting a paw to touch her wounded ear. The cold wind of leafbare burned the new slit in her ear as a few droplets of blood fell to the snow. "I knew someone was going to get hurt..." She just didn't think it would be her who would get hurt. Setting her paw back down, Glowpaw stood up, her green eyes bright again.
"Are you two okay?" She asked, always worried about somecat else and never herself. It was surprising that she was in a gentle mood after almost getting her ear torn off, one would figure she would be rather angry at the two foolish toms.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bob cat why he grins? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
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Post by Insidious on Feb 14, 2016 23:10:51 GMT -5
There was nothing but cold fury, not hot, because it turned every shred of humanity inside of him to ice. The white tom's words struck a chord, the implication so preposterous that hearing it aloud made him sick. When he lunged, it was without an ounce of regret. When he felt his claws and his teeth bury into his clanmate's flesh, there was nothing but satisfaction for what, in his mind, was a defence of his father. This fight was no longer about the fish. It had become personal.
"How dare you -" He didn't even get to finish his thought, the sound of his voice muffled by the clump of fur caught between his teeth. He had no intention of releasing Coldpaw. Not even when his opponent's claws latched under his skin and drew blood. He was so focused on overpowering him that he didn't notice when Glowpaw approached. She called for them to stop fighting, but he didn't hear her.
It seemed that Coldpaw hadn't heard her, either.
A white paw came crashing through the air, and it was by a stroke of pure luck that Pikepaw evaded it. He was mid-swing, about to counter, but the sight of the she-cat sprawled ungracefully in the snow, blood pooling around her head, seemed to jostle his senses. With a sharp breath, he looked Coldpaw dead in the eyes. "Look what you did!" The black-and-salmon tom stalked towards her, nudging her off of the ground with his nose. She asked if they were okay, but he didn't answer. He was fine. She wasn't.
"I'll take you to Swanfeather, Glowpaw. Your ear is still bleeding." As an afterthought, he glanced over his shoulders, any shred of concern quickly replaced with fury. "Why are you still here? Take the stupid fish and scram. You've done enough." His eyes flashed with unadulterated distaste before he leaned in to Glowpaw, running his tongue along her ear to clean up some of the mess that Coldpaw's claws had created.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Feb 16, 2016 19:20:03 GMT -5
[smear:d6bf74]Minnowpaw[/smear:c7f2ff] ~~~~~~~~~
Timberstar's apprentice had been laying in the apprentices' den, catching up on much needed sleep after an early training session with the RainClan leader, when a ruckus wormed its way through her haze. Off-green eyes cracked open, a soft groan escaping her maw as the light attacked her bleary vision. She had half a mind to just burrow into the material of her nest and go back to sleep. If only some cats would stop yelling. She told herself, curling into a tight ball and laying her tail over her eyes in hopes of drawing back the disappearing remnants of sleep.
Maybe she would have been successful too, had it not been for the sharp familiarity of the voices that crashed into her like a rogue wave on the river. Her head shot up, body flailing about in a tangle of limbs as she desperately attempted to claw herself into a standing position. Bedding material was tossed in every which direction, the uncoordinated she-cat looking even more ridiculous than usual. Even when she managed to get herself in an upright position, she was left looking rather disheveled. And yet, the state of her coat was the last thing on her mind right then.
She burst through the entrance in ball of fawn-colored fur, her gaze raking the scene in hopes of figuring out what was going on. What she caught was Glowpaw's interception of a brawl between Coldpaw and her own brother, Pikepaw. The squeal from Glowpaw had every nerve in Minnowpaw's body screaming to go to the fallen she-cat, yet Timberstar's apprentice remained glued in a sit. She could only listen as Pikepaw snarled at Coldpaw while he helped the wounded Glowpaw toward Swanfeather's den. That would leave the white apprentice by himself. Not exactly certain as to what had caused the fight in the first place, Minnowpaw made an unbiased decision.
She couldn't leave Coldpaw all by himself like that. What if he was hurt and he didn't know it yet? Giving her pelt a solid shake (and scattering bits of bedding in the process), Minnowpaw trudged forward through the snow until she was well within earshot of the ghostly apprentice. "Coldpaw? Are you okay?" She slowed to a stop in front of him, leaning forward to peer to his right and to his left as she inspected him for any damage. "You're not hurt, are you?" Fawn Insidious @ghostlight
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Post by Fawn on Feb 17, 2016 0:12:00 GMT -5
The claws that had sliced through the thin flesh of Glowpaw's ear had done so intentionally. All his cold, calculating precision had gone into that strike—but the wrong cat had received it. As usual, Coldpaw's emotions delayed, as if he processed situations quickly enough—but the emotions needed time to thaw. Needed time to rise to the surface, which could sometimes catch his Clanmates off guard, but he'd been getting better at them lately.
Now was not a time marked by improvement, however.
"Look what you did!"
No, look what you made me do! That retort died on his tongue, however, as ice-blue eyes took in the bright crimson stain seeping into the snow and dropping like rain from Glowpaw's ear. Blood. All of a sudden there was just... so much... blood.
Coldpaw was breathing hard, but was that a result of trying to shred Pikepaw, with Pikepaw attempting the same thing, or was that something else lurking behind his eyes? This sudden inner conflict, the sudden rearing head of a cold-blooded beast fighting against the part of him that desired to keep it locked away, left him without words.
Coldpaw glanced at Pikepaw, seeing the poison in his eyes, but it was the arrival of Minnowpaw that shocked him into a state of 'normalcy', if it could be called such a thing. "I..." The words I'm sorry stuck to the back of his throat like a fish scale. He didn't like apologizing. He didn't like this feeling in his chest. Was that guilt?
It's her fault. She got in my way. Glowpaw's sentimental personality wasn't one he really understood, but he supposed, in some way... It was cruel of him to find fault with her over his own actions. Yet he did. What kind of cat did that make him?
Oh there was cold blood running through his veins, to be sure. While Pikepaw and Glowpaw left him with stinging cuts that burned under his pelt and spoiled the ghostly white hue of his fur, he finally addressed Minnowpaw.
"Stop that." He ordered, fixing her with a piercing look. The fish they had been fighting over was still lying, half-eaten nearby. Coldpaw went to it, hunkering possessively over the dead morsel of prey. Perhaps to spite Pikepaw, or perhaps to make up for injuring Glowpaw, Coldpaw gestured for her to come over.
"Vultureback told me to share." He mewed simply, with a tone that suggested she did not press him to answer questions about the fight. The current battle was over, but as another freezing leafbare wind blew through RainClan camp, Coldpaw knew as assuredly as he knew water to be wet that he and Pikepaw would clash again.
Perhaps even forever.
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