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~~Adderstrike~~


It was quite, too quite. Odd enough to make anycat stop and check their surrounding, having it odd that not even the smallest prey was making any noise. A breeze moved, but it was hot and humid as he brushed past the leaves and grass, carrying the mixed scents of Treeclan and Nightclan. The dried ground was cracked and held molds of pawsteps that had traveled through it when the snow had left the territories flooded and muddy. Birds sat in the trees, but their beadly little eyes just watched, as if they could fortell something bad was about to happen, that no-one knew but them.


Bright amber eye gleamed in a patch of grass on the Treeclan side of the border, ginger and white fur hidden among the shade that the trees casted overhead. A tail flickered as a couple of cats behind the tom stayed down, waiting for the Treeclan warrior to make the signal to attack. The tom's eyes watched the broad shouldered tom of Nightclan stalk for prey past his border. Narrowing his orbs slightly he flickered his tail, two cats darting past him towards Blackwolf, the tom in question on Treeclan territory at the moment, hunting what rightfully belonged to the tom and his clanmates.


Adderstrike sat back with a different warrior, waiting for the other two to beat down Blackwolf before he and his hidden clanmate decided to jump the arrogant tom. Maybe teach him a lesson or two before they sent him back to his clan with a limp and a bloody face. The ginger and white tom's muscles rippled under his pelt as his claws slid out from his paws, ripping against the ground. He couldn't wait to sink them into Blackwolf's fur to rip it completly off. His tongue flashed out to lick against his muzzle, tail swinging behind him.

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~~Ghostlight~~


The black she-cat slipped through the undergrowth of Nightclan's territory, her black fur blending her into the shadows with ease as she looked for some prey to take back to her clan. Her tail wavered behind her like a snake through the grass as she came apon a mouse searching for food under a fallen leaf. Her pale blue eyes narrowed into slits as she tip toed forwards to sneak up on the prey. With a swift and agile leap, Ghostlight made sure that the mouse was dead within her paws before lifting her head.


Her ears swirvled as she caught the sound of a far away yowl. Treeclan maybe? Perhaps they were training cats or the wind carried their sounds as they were having a border skirmish with a different clan. She went back to looking for prey, as well as a spot to bury the mouse she had caught before she stopped abuptly.


Blackwolf!


That tom was always near the Treeclan border, and recently he had been hunting on their side, stealing prey and just causeing havoc. Maybe the tree dweling cats had caught him and were beating him down. A growl rose in her throat as she was not only mad at her insufferable clanmate, but also that he might be alone and it was up to her to save his dumb butt from dying.

[Fawn]

♠BLACKWOLF♠ _{of NightClan}

I am the Sin Called Wrath.

To be ambushed by two filthy TreeClan warriors had not been how he wanted to spend his sunhigh; however, when one was stealing prey from a Clan that wasn't your own, one learned to expect the possibility of unwanted company. With a bone-chilling snarl, Blackwolf's lips curled back as the first one descended upon him from a tree limb, the stocky black warrior rolling away so that the TreeClanner hit the ground instead of his back, lashing out with a powerful right paw-strike straight to the jaw. In an instant the second had leaped upon the NightClan tom's muscular back, scouring his shoulders as so many had before, Blackwolf yowling in painful fury before slamming his weight against the nearest tree. Freshly slain blackbird and squirrel forgotten, he fought with the rage of TigerClan and the strength of his namesake, mismatched eyes full of a savage battle gleam.
Would anyone care if a few TreeClan warriors loss their lives due to accidents?

Oh but to provoke a Clan war - as much as he would enjoy it - without the permission from StarClan and Ravenstar herself, he would never do such a thing. Pulling his attacks from hitting anything truly vital, Blackwolf bit and scratched and scoured as much of his opponents as he could, giving better then he got - sending the first cat screeching into the underbrush after a nasty, tearing bite to the back of his leg.
Go run back home to the nursery, leafheart! Blackwolf had no time to think of further, scathing remarks when the remaining cat headbutted him so hard in the chest, it knocked the breath from his body. With a vicious howl, any lingering birds or prey animals were launched into the air - flapping as quickly as they could to escape the fight - or scurrying back to their burrows until the worst of it had come to pass. The remaining TreeClan cat had sank their teeth so hard into his back leg, Blackwolf was certain fang had touched bone.

Blinded by pain, he twisted his body and kicked out with his free leg, biting into his own tongue as the excruciating pain it caused him to lean his weight upon his injured one nearly forced him to crumble to ground. His resolve won in the end, however, adrenaline surging through his veins like a river current in a rainstorm, overwhelming the dark tom's sense of pain. He'd make this cat regret it.

Even if it killed him.

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~~Adderstrike~~


A snarl rose in the ginger and white tom's throat as he watched one of his warrior's flee after a beating for the Nightclanner that was so obviously on Treeclan territory. With a flicker of his tail, the tom shifted forwards on his large paws, signaling to the other tom behind him to leap. After a moment of waiting, he saw an opening, Blackwolf was keeping pressure off his hindleg and struggling on an injured shoulder. The Flank! That was what the tempermental Treeclanner was going for. Besides, Lionstar wouldn't mind an... accidentle death would he? His fangs bared as he followed his clanmate, making a bee line towards the mis-matched eyed tom.


Claws out stretched, Adderstrike lanched himself forwards, taking Blackwolf off gaurd as his claws raked down the black tom's flank, pulsing blood up between each one of his pearl white claws. With a yowl, and no supprisingly, the ginger and white Treeclanner was thrown off and hit the ground. A smirk of satisfaction reached Adderstrike's lips as his other clan member leaped onto Blackwolf. Tail lashing he went to leap again, only to be knocked aside with a furiously yowl as black fur obstructed his vision before pale blue eyes stared into his own feirce green eyes.


With a feverous hiss, Adderstrike lanched himself forwards at the new cat who smelted strongly of mud and pine, another Nightclanner on his territory. Jumping in so quickly, the tom didn't stop to think about the surroundings and when the dark pelted she-cat dodged, he ran shoulder first into a tree, hissing with pain as he slumped downwards some bit before shaking his head out to regain focus only before teeth sank into his shoulder. A yowl escaped his jaws.

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~~Ghostlight~~


Streaking through the mud and pine needles that lay scattered aong the Nightclan territory floor, the large black she-cat slipped into Treeclan territory in no-time. Her pale blue eyes dark with anger and feirce rage, not only because she was about to enter a skirmish with angry Treeclanner, but because the reason was for a stupid clanmate by the name of Blackwolf. How could he so stupidly wander into another clan's territory to hunt, and how stupid was he to get caught so easily. A growl ripped threw her throat as she came apon the battle scene.


Blackwolf, perhaps unknowingly, tossed off a ginger and white tom who had ripped open the Nightclanner's flank. Taking her que apon herself, the feirce she-cat leaped forwards, knocking the tom, Adderstrike, backwards, forcing her face into his. Ghostly blue met with leaf green as she hissed, stepping back and dodging, making the stupid Treeclanner ram into one of his own trees. Mousebrain. A snarl etched from Ghostlight's throat as she raced forwards, sinking her fangs deep into the ginger and white tom's shoulder, getting a satisfactory yowl from her victum. Her claws failed, scoring marks on his nose and flank as she kept her teeth fascined. Soon blood poured into her throat as she wretched her long fangs deeper into the joint of Adderstrike's shoulder, pulling and tugging.


With a snarl, Ghostlight released the tom as he stumbled before hissing at her, then turning to limp off in retreat, taking his pathetic Treeclan warriors with him. Her tail lashed before she turned to spit out Adderstrike's blood from her jaws, turning her furious gaze apon the insufferable she-cat's tom next to her. "What in Starclan's name are you doing!" She yowled, lashing out with her claws, but not touching him as she restrained herself from laying a claw on her injured clanmate. Her tail lashed angerly as she narrowed her eyes at him. "You could have died! Then what would have happened? I'd have to return to a camp full of angry she-cats! You insufferable, pathetic, mouse-brained tom!" She yowled feircly, eyes ablaze.

[Fawn]

♠BLACKWOLF♠ _{of NightClan}

I am the Sin Called Wrath.

"I am hunting for my Clan!" Blackwolf spat out a globule of blood, his pain making him angry, Ghostlight's presence making it worse. It did not yet occur to him that this whole 'saving' thing had probably made them even, what with the drowning incident not-so-long ago... Unable to put weight on his left hindleg, Blackwolf limped, growling and scattering droplets of crimson upon the leaves and soft green blades of grass, making his way with painful lurches towards the border, Ghostlight's angry screeching in his ear doing nothing to improve his mood.
"Oh so sorry to have almost caused you any trouble. Get out of the way!" Snapping at her without remorse, the jet black tom continued his painful march towards camp, trying not to dwell upon the horrendous searing sting of the cuts Adderstrike had inflicted upon him, the names and faces of his attackers committed to memory. He would have his retribution later.

The idea that Ghostlight had prevented him from sustaining more damage was far from his mind at that moment, his thoughts clouded, his jaw set so hard his teeth started to hurt as another lance of pain shot up his back leg. Fox dung. I'm going to kill them next time we meet. Growling with frustration at his own injuries and at the humiliation that came with needing help - particularly for someone who prided themselves on their fighting abilities - Blackwolf stubbornly kept going, intending to leave Ghostlight and her furious shouting behind him. Unless she kept yammering in his ears about how much of a 'mousebrain' he was.
Yeah, like I WANTED to get jumped by four TreeClan warriors. That's how I wanted my day to go!

What was worse still, however, was that the adrenaline from the fight was starting to wear off, and he was beginning to feel the rest of his injuries.

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~~Ghostlight~~


Ghostly blue eyes widened as she watched the insufferable tom limp away back towards Nightclan territory, her tail lashed as she narrowed said eyes at his own set of stinging words that fell from his black maw. She watched as he spit out blood, but despite that she was worried about the bloody lacceration in his flank that pulsed out blood like a stream. With a heavy sigh, addrinalen leaving her body, the feirce black she-cat padded after him, her paws avoiding squishing in his dropped blood. "Wait up..." She called out to him, a bit of an edge in her voice as she trotted to keep up with the foul mooded tom, though she probably didn't help with her badgering coments earlier.


When he didn't stop she charged forwards and planted her body infront of him, eyes narrowed as she haulted his movements. She intended on taking him to Smokefur, sure, but she wasn't about to let him bleed out while walking... limping there in his condition. Her ghostly blue eyes stared straight into his handsome, mis-matched blue and golden eyes. Her tail whipped around behind her as her jaw opened to speak to him again. "Would you stop moving for a moment. You are going to pass out from bloodloss." Her voice was stern before she padded over to inspect his flank wound. With a gentle lick, she ran her tongue over the area to clear it from dirt that had gathered around it.


"Stay here, I'll find some cobwebs..." Her voice was unnaturally soft as she glanced back towards his face with her pale blue eyes, they held a soft, concerned look in them before she turned to trott off in the Nightclan woods, looking for the item that she knew could stop the bleeding. She just hoped the arrogant tom listened to her for once as she slipped along the pine needles that lay along the floor. Her eyes caught sight of what she needed, she darted forwards to wrap it by the bundles on her front paw before hobbling back towards Blackwolf's postion.


"Stay still, this might hurt..." Ghostlight said in a soothing voice as she reached over to spread the white web over Blackwolf's flank with a gentle paw. She glanced up at his face everyonce in a while to watch his reaction to her helping his wound as she sat there, tail curled around her hindlegs as she tried to dress his injury. Her black paws were probably covered in his blood by now, though it was hard to tell with the dark coloring of her fur. She hoped he wouldn't pass out on her, he was sure loosing a lot of blood, despite the cobwebs she kept applying.

[Fawn]

♠BLACKWOLF♠ _{of NightClan}

I am the Sin Called Wrath.

Blackwolf swayed on his paws, coming to a halt half out of obeying her orders and the other half on account of his vision starting to swim and show spots where there should've been none. Fox dung. His throat convulsed, his head lowered as he spat up another globule that had been stuck in the back of his throat, having bitten his tongue sometime during the fight - the offended muscle now pulsed and stung from the puncture wounds of his own teeth. His thoughts were beginning to slow just then, and had it not been for the what felt like immeasurable amounts of pain he was in because of his back leg and shredded flank, Blackwolf would have gotten scared. Scared that he was about to pass through the void and meet the whole of NightClan from the 'long since passed'.

Ghostlight's gentility was surprising.
"Why are you...helping me?" muttered the jet black warrior, a small hiss slipping between his strong jaws as gentle paws applied cobwebs to his wounds, his blood immediately soaking into whatever it touched. The scent of his own blood was starting to unsettle him a little, and Blackwolf wearily forced himself to remain standing, though all he wanted to do was curl up beneath a tree or some sort of shelter and sleep for a full moon. "You hate me." Stated Blackwolf, somewhat matter-of-fact with a note of curiosity, as if those pain-sharpened mismatched eyes of his could not quite comprehend her behavior, Ghostlight's true feelings towards him an utter mystery.

She's probably only helping because I saved her life earlier, and because I'm a Clanmate. He reasoned, losing interest and ignoring the possibility of her doing it out of kindness or fondness for him now that logic and reasoning had given himself something else to think about. Obviously she was just helping out a Clanmate. The fact that it was him didn't change anything, if that mousebrain Ratfur had been the one mauled at the border - not that he would've survived - Ghostlight would be doing exactly as she was now. Still, Blackwolf wouldn't have really minded getting preferential treatment from a she-cat who swore up and down he was completely full of it, but he wasn't going to delude himself into think that's what this was.

She was just doing what any Clanmate would do.

...Right?

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~~Ghostlight~~


Ears twitched as the sound of Blackwolf's struggled, deep voice reached the black she-cat's ear hollows, vibrating inside her brain. Her tail tip twitched by her hindpaws as her front paws added a bit more cobwebs onto her clanmate's fresh flank wound. Her pale blue eyes narrowed with frustration as the bleeding wouldn't stop, she was starting to worry about it. Beyond the cobwebs, the black Nightclan warrioress had no idea about any herbs that could help with bleeding or infection if that started to happen. Her ears swirvled to listen to Blackwolf again, a purr of amusement exited from her throat as a smirk reached her lips.


Turning her ghostly blue eyes to look at Blackwolf's handsome face, her jaws parted for her to let words tumble out towards him. "I don't think I've ever said I hated you." She said in an amused voice as she paused what she was doing to stare into his blue and amber eyes. Her smirk grew into a smile before she turned her attention back to trying to make his wound heal. "I wish I knew more... I'm worried you wont make it to Smokefur..." Ghostlight meowed softly before pulling her paws away, all the cobwebs she had previously gathered were now wrapped around the still bleeding and now swollen wound on the tom's flank.


Ignoring the blood that was drying on her paws, the black she-cat padded over to Blackwolf's shoulder and pressed her side against his, offering him support if he needed it, her black fur brushing against his own black fur. Her blue eyes turned to look at him before she moved them towards the forests of Nightclan, "We can go slow if you are hurting." Ghostlight mewed, slight amusement in her voice at the fact that the big bad wolf of Nightclan needed a little help after getting his tail handed to him by a bunch of lousy Treeclanners. She had to hold back from purring in amusement at her own joke about Blackwolf's namesake. With a flick of her tail, she turned her attention back to the injured tom.

[Fawn]

♠BLACKWOLF♠ _{of NightClan}

I am the Sin Called Wrath.

Heh. How about I'm worried I won't make it to Smokefur? Thought the jet black tom who was losing more blood by the minute, though the matted mass of cobwebs she had applied to various places did well to provide some stoppage, Blackwolf was far from out of the danger zone yet. Wincing as the gashes along his sides stretched and tore as Blackwolf's muscular form stepped over a fallen branch in his way, he hissed, jaws tight, ears flattened backwards, nearly disappearing amongst his dense ebony coat.

He ignored her shoulder then, after he had detected the humor in her voice over his predicament, as if she thought it funny that he was leaving a bloody trail all through NightClan territory from his numerous wounds. What is this she-cat's deal? One moment she was yelling at him, the next she was treating his wounds, and now she wore an expression like the cat who ate the last frog?
Great.
He didn't have the tolerance to deal with this sort of thing, though he was inwardly grateful of having another cat present. The most undesirable thing he could think of would be to lose consciousness and simply bleed out because nocat was there to help him. Blackwolf's pride forced another low, thundering growl born of pain and frustration, able to see the camp coming in view despite the slowness of his steps. Vision growing hazy, the tom staggered sideways, cursing as he did so, mouth running dry as he felt lightheaded.

Back legs folding, Blackwolf sat more out of necessity then leisure, his expression souring, blue-and-amber eyes narrowing into slits as he took a few moments to catch his breath. He could feel the blood that hadn't soaked through to his skin already drying on his fur, the scent of pine needles overshadowed by the irony stench of his own life-force leaking out of him. Grunting, Blackwolf stood up again, placing one paw in front of the other with a deliberateness that was, perhaps commendable - if not his sheer determination to survive.
"I'll make it." He seethed through tightly clenched teeth. "Just watch."

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~~Ghostlight~~


Pale blue eyes narrowed in worry as she watched the massive black tomcat sit down, either in pain, blood loss or both. Turning her head forwards, the black she-cat could see the entrance to the camp, if only he could make it that far. And at the moment, she doubted he could make it that far. A low growl reached her throat as he stumbled around like a first-sighted kit. He refused to take her shoulder earlier and now he was paying for it. But of course, despite the fact that she had little to no intrest in the annoying, inssuferable tom, she couldn't sit there and let him fall all over the Nightclan forests.

Shoving her shoulder against his forcefully, the black she-cat wrapped her bushy tail arond his thinner one to keep him on balance. Her paws trying to keep in pace with his unstable and jarred ones as Ghostlight tried to keep the injured Blackwolf moving towards Nightclan's camp. She growled slightly as his heavier body weighted down on her smaller form. Pressing up against him, Ghostlight kept Blackwolf on his paws and padding forwards, her breath heavy as her ear twitched, brushing against his fur.

Letting out a sigh, the black she-cat's pale blue eyes looked up to view the mis-matched eyed tom, she had to admit, he was a handsome tom, even in the amount of pain he was going through. It made him seem less invicible, like he'd probably have cats believe he was. She almost let a purr run through her throat again at the fact that this 'bad' tom was letting her, of all she-cat, help him out. Even with all his pride. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll make it."

[Fawn]

♠BLACKWOLF♠ _{of NightClan}

I am the Sin Called Wrath.

"What did he do? Call you fat?"
A voice that was a little less insolent then normal - but still recognizable, despite the astonished tone - sounded from nearby, and Blackwolf's mismatched eyes flicked upward to spy Thornpaw frowning with a heavy look of concern all over his muzzle. Blackwolf spat at the ground in front of him in an unpleasant spray of blood, the spiteful action seemingly taking more out of him then giving him any sort of satisfaction. Thornpaw, to his credit, did not shy away and instead came closer, the handsome buff-colored tom glancing from Ghostlight to Blackwolf back to Ghostlight again, his fur standing out almost white next to their dark pelts as he took his place opposite Blackwolf.

Over the dark tom's shoulder, he spoke to Ghostlight in a low, tension-filled tone.
"What happened? What attacked?"

He looks like a mess! It definitely wasn't a lynx, otherwise there wouldn't have been much of Blackwolf left to bring back! Scrutinizing gaze, the apprentice came to the conclusion that it could only be an enemy Clan or a group of rogues maybe, that could have inflicted so much damage on a cat who boasted of his fighting prowess and actually had the talent to back it up.

~*~

With the addition of Thornpaw to help him back to camp, Blackwolf had no choice but to stir, rising onto trembling limbs, his teeth grinding together hard behind his bruised and bloodied jaw. Though Blackwolf would rather have his teeth knocked out then be forced to admit it, he was grateful for these two pests. Thornpaw with his sharp tongue and Ghostlight with her sharp claws, there help was something he could not do without right about now.

Blackwolf's lip almost curled, feeling a sense of bitterness wash over. Hollowcry, Poisonleaf, Dogfang, Ratfur and Silverfox - funny how none of my so called friends are actually there when I need them.

OOC: xD I don't want this to drag on for too much longer. Wanna skip to him waking up after getting treatment? And I hope you don't mind that I brought in Thornpaw! I though the would speed things along.

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~~Ghostlight~~

Picking herself up from the ground after laying waste to a rather scrawny mouse that had dared to venture out of it's dry nest for the day to find food of it's own. The black she-cat flicked her bushy tail, a low groan left her throat from the lack of prey due to the insufferable drought that her clan, and every clan, was currently going through. After sitting, staring at the mouse, the Nightclan warrioress took the mouse in her jaws before heading back to the clan's camp. Her black fur brushing against dry branches on bushes, knocking dead leaves among other things off onto the forest floor as she swerved through before pushing through the entrance of the camp.

Ghostly, pale blue eyes looked around the camp, watching her brother as he flirted needlessly with a she-cat before she picked her way over to Smokefur's den, where a certin black tom was laying, healing. With not so quiet pawsteps, Ghostlight made her way into the Medicine Cat's den and towards the occupied moss nest. Flicking her ears, an amused purr reached her throat to see the strong and hard headed Blackwolf laying, peacfully asleep. She admited to herself that he was indeed a very handsome tom, and she enjoyed looking at his mismatched eyes, when he wasn't being a grouchy badger.

Setting down the mouse, which she had caught for the snoozing tom, who had been asleep the past two days, Ghostlight laid down next to Blackwolf, curling her bushy tail around her paws for her head to lay on it as she waited for him to wake up. She flicked her ear, amused by the thought that her, not even one of Blackwolf's friends, was in here most of those two days, waiting for him to wake up, when his real friends didn't visit but maybe once. A heavy yawn broke her thoughts as her jaws parted. The black she-cat reached over to move her rough tongue over a healing wound of the tom.

[Fawn]

♠BLACKWOLF♠ _{of NightClan}

I am the Sin Called Wrath.

He had slept in fits and starts, sometimes able to remain unconscious and forward the mending process for half a day - whereas other times he spent half the night and early dawn waking up every hour or so as though he was expecting an attack. For the sake of his pride, Blackwolf was grateful Ghostlight was not usually present for these fitful, painful instances - though it was very well possible that having her nearby might've helped him sleep better.

Blackwolf would not say he'd grown necessarily paranoid over these past few nights in the Medicine Cat's den, but a certain cautiousness and a constant vigilance that made it difficult to sleep had taken over shortly after the battle. Having come so close to losing his life, the StarClan fearing survivalist-minded feline intended to never repeat such an experience again. He would simply get stronger - heal from these injuries. He had actually had worse; the time a badger had ripped open his chest (which he still had the scar as a reminder), it had literally been a miracle he'd made it almost to senior warrior status.
I'll get over this too.

Waking with a stiff stir, the jet black tom was immediately conscious of Ghostlight's presence - but he said nothing to her at first, needing badly to stretch out his sore, battered body. Today was, fortunately, the last morning he'd had to spend in Smokefur's den, still forced to be confined in camp so he wouldn't aggravate his injuries, but for the most part, an improvement. Mouth dry and tasting as though he had kitten fluff on his tongue, the warrior yawned, mismatched gaze coming into focus as he stretched front limbs forward, a wince crossing a broad muzzle. When he was finished voluntarily putting himself through short term pain to ease some of the stiffness, Blackwolf at last addressed Ghostlight, not willing to admit that he was a little glad to see her.

Some of his ego was starting to return, of course, and he regarded her with a little of his old haughtiness.
"Back again? If I didn't know better I'd say you were getting fond of me." He teased, assuming the mouse she had brought with her was for him.
Or Smokefur. Either way he planned on eating it.

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~~Ghostlight~~

Ears pricking, the black she-cat paused her menstrations of her tongue over one of the other black cat's healing wounds to turned her ghostly eyes towards his. With a low glare, staring deep into his handsome, mis-matched eyes, a low snort left the sarcasitc she-cat as she attempted to keep herself from laughing at his string of words, mean't to leave a foul taste in her mouth. The she-cat took her time to respond to the male's statement as she stood and stretched out her back, letting her bushy tail brush softly against his jaw and against his flank.

With a soft purr, the black she-cat arched her back as she ran under the black tom's chin, letting her tail fluff up before she spoke to him in her suave voice."Don't get all excite pretty boy. I though you should have some-cat watch over you, since... none of your friends decide to stop by." Ghostlight's ears flicked as she sat down on her haunched, pale blue eyes staring at him again. "And I decided not to leave you alone with Smokefur..."

Tilting her head to the side, examining the healing wounds on the handsome tom, she spoke again, "I hunted that mouse for you. You had better eat it." She said, with a bit of a snap in her voice and a glint in her eye saying she was back to acting normal. With a swish of her tail she stood up, "Since you're awake, you won't mind if I leave you now? Or would you still like me to stay here with you?" Ghostlight's eyes glinted evily, her tail sweeping lowly behind her, throwing up a bit of dust as she watched him, making herself look slightly cute with the way she was acting. Then to top it off, she added, "Your highness?" 

[Fawn]

♠BLACKWOLF♠ _{of NightClan}

I am the Sin Called Wrath.

Those ungrateful pieces of crowfood, he thought, taking a mutinous bite of the mouse Ghostlight had brought for him specifically, savoring the taste and momentarily forgetting his bitterness towards those friends closest to him. Well, he hadn't been entirely without company. Shadefang, his sister and his mother had visited. Hawkscreech, of course had kept his distance, and just thinking of his father made him want to stuff a few mouse bones down the old fart's throat until he croaked. Attention drawn back to Ghostlight by her shameless flirting - which he had to admit did improve his mood slightly, as well as the lengths she'd gone to in order to take care of him these past couple of days. It was more than anyone had done for the ebony tom in a while. Not that he was getting softhearted about it. She was being nice but he would hardly expect this to be a regular thing.
Blackwolf almost suppressed a chuckle. She just wants me back to full health so she can attack me for something later and not feel bad about it.

"Oh go on then!" He pretended to snap as though she were a nuisance, tone unfriendly though the mismatched oculars told a different story, the brawny, battle-scarred tom in a humorous, haughty sort of mood. Returning to his old self with each mouthful, Blackwolf eagerly finished off the mouse and licked his chops. "See you around, Ghostlight." He called at her back, watching the beautiful dark she-cat make her exit, his eyes following the subtly flirtatious sway of her tail as she departed.

He was a little sorry to see her leave, when they'd just spent several minutes together without either one becoming incredibly pissed off or frustrated. Blackwolf had to admit - he wouldn't mind spending a little more time with her in the near future. You know, as long as she didn't get herself into more trouble.

This "I save you, you save me" thing was not his favorite game to play.