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~~Ghostlight~~
Putting All Defenses Up Because I Don't Want to Fall in Love

The dark forests of Nightclan were light up as the heavy moon shimmered down from it's perch in the sky. The color from the moon's rays made all the dried greenier hold a silver color, giving the forest a romantic, beautiful feel, and the cool night air helped wane off some of the day's heat that was currently killing Nightclan's trees. Despite this, the trees still held shade, and right now they were providing shadows as a black she-cat slipped among the roots, her bushy tail waving behind her as she enjoyed the moonlight that aided her night walk.

Pale blue eyes watched for movement, and she was supprised that she came accross some, in which she was to investigate. Ghostlight slipped into the shadows as she passed a couple of dying bushes before she pushed herself out, pale eyes settling on Blackwolf as he swiftly ended the life of a mouse. With a low purr, the observing she-cat stepped out of the shadows, letting the moonlight wash her black fur in a silvery shade. "Nice catch" Her bushy tail waving behind her as she gave a slightly sarcastic statement to the tempermental male infront of her.

As has become accustom to Ghostlight, the black she-cat fluffed up her tail, letting it brush against Blackwolf's nose as her purr grew increasingly louder. "Care for a walk handsome?" She mocked, her pale eyes holding a ghostly look from the moonlight as she turned to walked through the trees, "It's a nice night." She said, her hips swaying as she continued on her walk through the forest, waiting for the, probably, embaressed tom to follow her or not. Though she was quite sure that he would end up following her.

[Fawn]

BLACKWOLF

Tom || 37 Moons || Warrior || NightClan

"Only if you stop doing that," he growled, whiskers twitching from where her thick, bushy black tail had rubbed against his face for what felt like the umpteenth time. Burying the mouse for later - which had been his intention from the get-go and was not a sign that Blackwolf had immediately agreed to go on this walk - the tom considered her offer for a moment, meeting the startlingly bright blue eyes of the she-cat who had been... keeping close by, this past moon. On one paw, he enjoyed her company, and on the other paw, he didn't usually make a habit of hanging out with she-cats that weren't part of his immediate social circle unless there was something in it for him.

Well, Blackwolf wouldn't outright say he was searching for a mate, but he was almost senior warrior status, and if ever there was a time to settle down, the 40-moon mark was as good as ever. Taking a step forward, the aggressive black tom followed in her wake, brushing against her shoulder upon drawing up alongside her flank. Well, perhaps 'mate' was too constricting of a term. A suitable she-cat to mate with, Blackwolf not so much interested in the emotional connection and constraints of being labeled as someone's mate as he was about passing on his excellent genes to a couple of bouncing little terrors.

Ghostlight didn't really fall into that category, now did she? For Blackwolf, she was difficult to label, as far as how much she meant to him and if she meant anything at all. It wasn't that he disliked her, no, it was that he considered her still on the fringe of 'undefined'. She had already told him before that her opinion of him was not all that great, and he highly doubted it had changed too much after he'd risked his neck to save hers. It was what Clanmates did; hardly an act of heroism if he was just doing his duty, just like Ghostlight had done hers after that unpleasant, bloody battle with TreeClan.

It was quite likely she was flirting with him because they were on even footing now. He had saved her life, she had saved his (something of which he begrudgingly respected, still personally hating the fact that she had seen him at such a physically weak point in his life), the only real problem Blackwolf had with this situation was that their interests weren't lining up. Ghostlight wanted either friendship or a friendly rivalry with him, that much he could tell, and Blackwolf... Well, he didn't know what he wanted from her.

Outside of Poisonleaf and Silverfox, he was not particularly adept at making friends with she-cats, not when his intentions were usually more of the procreative kind. The brawny, jet black tom came to a conclusion then, that this little outing with her would be the deciding factor in how he labeled Ghostlight and her impact upon his life. Was she a friend, or meant for something more? She was a beautiful she-cat, there was no denying that, and he felt very attracted to her confidence and wit, but something was still holding him back.
Speaking up, Blackwolf's mismatched eyes gleamed in the moonlight; "Why the walk all of a sudden? Miss me?" He couldn't resist a tease, though the first question had been a serious one.

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~~Ghostlight~~
Putting All Defenses Up Because I Don't Want to Fall in Love

The pretty black she-cat considered his first question, though his second one, mean't to be a way to get under her fur, didn't seem to bother her. Maybe she did miss the big black lug, maybe she didn't. They did seem to be around each other a lot more, more than she would spend with any tom, let alone the duel eyed tom. She had to hold back an unexpected purr that threated to leave her throat when she felt his fur brush against hers, flank against flank as they walked under the moonlight. Despite the two getting off on the wrong paws, they seemed to get along pretty well, well if they weren't fighting like... well like cats.

Shrugging, Ghostlight turned her pale eyes to look at Blackwolf's stout face, going over his eyes, muzzle and nose before she decided to respond to the question that still hung over their heads at the moment. "I just figured that since we end up always together somehow, that we should know more about each other." She responded, her voice soft, not how her usual shrill tone sounded. It was nice to be calm and gentle around another cat, she didn't have to put up her facade of being the tough, feirce warrior she was. She did have a gentle side as well, you just had to know her well enough to have it shine through the black fur.

An evil look flashed through those pale eyes as she let her purr exit her throat. Now she was going to mess with Blackwolf. As for that second question that was still wavering around, she was going to attempt to get under his black fur as well. "You could say I... missed you." She let her bushy tail twine with his thinner tail as she pressed her side against his, seeing as how he would react to her acting in such a way. She let that purr stay in her throat as it grew louder while the pair of black cats walked under the silvery moonlight through Nightclan territory.

"Why did you agree to take this walk with me, handsome?" She countered again, turning her pale blue eyes back towards Blackwolf, her paws still keeping her walking beside the handsome tom of Nightclan. Dare she say it. Yes. She dared. "Did you miss me?" She pulled away from him, taking away her warmth and the touch of her fur against his as she pulled ahead infront of him, letting the shadows of the trees lick at her black fur while she kept those ghostly eyes locked onto Blackwolf as a smirk was laced on her jaws.

[Fawn]

BLACKWOLF

Tom || 37 Moons || Warrior || NightClan

"You'd have to be gone long enough for me to miss you," Replied the jet black tom smoothly, his muscular frame standing out even against a backdrop of night. To have Ghostlight press herself against him in an obviously flirtatious way was surprising, but he couldn't say he hated it. It was almost nice, shame it was more than likely just her playing another silly game. One second she was all soft-spoken and gentle, and the next she put on a smirk like she had some grand secret she would be lording over the Clans for the next three moons, and waltzed out in front with the intention of taunting.

It really was a beautiful night, though Blackwolf was hardly the tom for romantics or any of that disgustingly gushy stuff some cats seemed to really love. He could just imagine what sort of flirtatious, sickly sweet nonsense would tumble out of Spiriteye's mouth should that incorrigible tom find himself out with a she-cat who'd struck his fancy. This sort of thing was her brother's area of expertise - he didn't really have an interest in moonlit walks with she-cats. He just wasn't that much of a romanticist.

So why am I walking with her?
This brought him back to Ghostlight's first statement, the tom with the mismatched eyes finding some truth to her words; they DID spend so much time together and Blackwolf almost scoffed at it. So she's curious about me. That was to be expected - he was an interesting, popular guy, particularly, no, especially with the she-cats. Unfortunately he was also extremely picky about who he settled down with, and so far he had a broken hearts' club and an overwhelming arrogance that, even if he had upset a few by rejecting them in the beginning, if he'd picked them now to be his mate, they wouldn't hesitate to jump up and smother him with affection all over again.

Before, the idea that he could have flocks of she-cats all purring and obsessing over him as though he were this thing to be worshiped had been at the top of his to-do list, in fact, it had been another point he could brag over... But ever since Ghostlight had made her snide comments, Blackwolf had become less interested in the shallow, sheep-like females who followed him around like he was the only light in the whole forest. They didn't impress or boost his ego anymore. Now they were just a nuisance.
"I assumed you had something to show or tell me, but I guess you really do just want a nice walk, huh?" teased Blackwolf, poking fun at her as though she'd picked the most boring activity in the entire forest. "It's not my idea of fun, but whatever."

The jet black warrior's gaze drew skyward, watching the sweeping expanse of stars glittering overhead, his haughty expression evening into something that was almost content. Things were well for NightClan right now. The Clan was healthy and strong, his siblings were growing up just fine...he was still at odds with Hawkscreech, but he and that mule-faced mud-headed old raccoon were always at odds.

Things were good, and not a single word of complaint would be heard from the warrior with the mismatched eyes.

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~~Ghostlight~~
Putting All Defenses Up Because I Don't Want to Fall in Love

A snort left the black coated she-cat as she glanced over her shoulder for a moment before flicking her bushy tail to walk over infront of him. The moonlight shroud her dark fur into a bright silver color as she held her pale gaze up to his mis-matched gaze, staring into his eyes. She stood nose level with the large tom who was only a couple ear lengths taller than her as she stood still infront of him. A shrug touched her shoulders as she aimed to reply after a moment.

"I never said this was fun. If it was i'd be my brother and you'd be some pretty little she-cat that he managed to snar with his absurd flirting." Her pale blue eyes narrowed as her voice lowered to a softer level, "Besides, I told you why I asked for this walk. I want to know more about you." She purred softly, her bushy tail flickered fowards to brush off a fallen leaf that had managed to be ensnared by his fur. "For instance big boy." She meowed, moving her eyes from his shoulder where the leaf fell to gaze back up into his eyes. "What's with all those mouse-brained she-cats that follow you around like sheep?" She asked.

A flash ran through her eyes before it disapeared, the emotion was hard to read even for her. She had noticed that more and more lately, she didn't like the way any she-cat from Nightclan would throw themselves at Blackwolf like a peice of prey ready to die for a hungry cat. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of this unusual feeling that had crept into her body. It felt forigne and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. For the time being, she didn't like it. It made her feel weak, expecially when she was around Blackwolf.

Pulling a step away from the handsome tom, Ghostlight realized that her ghostly gaze was running over his form, studying it almost, and she felt her fur grow hot underneath her black fur. She tried to hold back from scofting at herself. Why was she embaressed anyways. It's not like she had feelings for the stupid tom anyways. Right? At that thought, the black she-cat realized her feelings towards him were shifting. They were no longer annoyance and distaste in the black tom who stood infront of her paws, but more of a mutual liking and a friendly nature.

He seemed like he could be trustworthy enough, and not so full of himself like she first thought. Maybe he was a hurt soul underneath all that tough skin that he showed off. She was sure he could make a good mate to the right she-cat, not that she was looking. She wasn't the mate type. Or at least she didn't think she was. Was she?

[Fawn]

BLACKWOLF

Tom || 37 Moons || Warrior || NightClan

Blackwolf released a derisive snort. What a dumb question - it was the kind he literally could not answer without being as arrogant as felinely possible. Which he was, but usually he was a little more subtle in his arrogant retorts, er, usually. But that question... Mismatched eyes flashing, Blackwolf's chin lifted. "Because compared the rest of Clan's toms, I'm the one they all seem to want. You're better off asking them if you want a real answer. Maybe I'm just charismatic?"

He flashed a teasing grin in the moonlight, the beams playing off the whiteness of his teeth, nothing more than a toothy shadow in the enveloping darkness. My turn for a question.
"Speaking of she-cats, didn't you have a sister? Haunted-something? She ditched the Clan, didn't she? Why?" It might've felt a bit out of context or even something that was out of the blue, but Blackwolf had come across that peculiar situation when out hunting the other day, and he'd thought he'd caught a flash of black just at the edges of his peripherals. Having always thought it was Ghostlight, it wasn't until he could taste no familiar scents on the wind that he realized Ghostlight and Spiriteye had a sister.

Did she look jealous for a moment there? Or am I just imagining things? Blackwolf almost purred, amused by the idea that Ghostlight of all she-cats would be jealous of his own personal FanClan. Perhaps all it took was one heroic effort on his part to win her over to his side?

Ha. And yet somehow...Blackwolf didn't feel pleased over that as much as he'd like. Getting her attention had been a goal of his the second she'd opened her mouth and declared him an unfit mate to whom a she-cat would be preferable over, but now that she was initiating these moonlit walks... Where was the fun in that? Perhaps she'd been all bark and no bite after all.

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~~Ghostlight~~
Putting All Defenses Up Because I Don't Want to Fall in Love

Recoiling backwards with a low growl, the pretty black she-cat realized that this insufferable tom was far to much into himself, maybe even more than the she-cats who followed him around like sheep. Ears flattening against her head, the Nighclan Warrioress lashed her tail, making sure to swatt him on the nose again, an obvious display of her aggitation towards him. Why even try to be friends with a tom who is more interest in how many she-cats like him rather than someone he could trust and come to for help. Pathetic.

Ears pricked as Ghostlight paused her huffy pawsteps away from Blackwolf to look over her shoulder at him. Hauntingwind? Why did he care about her? Ghostlight wasn't about to admit that she did infact know where her loner sister was and that she would spend time with her from time to time. It's not like the black twin of Ghostlight was an enemy of Nightclan, but the Warrioress was sure that Ravenstar wouldn't approve of the two spending time together. Pale blue eyes bore firey holes into Blackwolf's mis-matched eyes and possibly into his soul if she tried hard enough.

"Hauntingwind." She snapped out her sister's name, black plume lashing behind her, "Clan life just wasn't for her. What's it to you?" Though Ghostlight was snarling, there was a pang of sorrow deep in those pale blue pits. It was hard for Ghostlight to not have her twin, her sister, her best friend in Nightclan with her anymore. The black warrior felt alone sometimes and didn't like having to sneak around to see Hauntingwind everyonce in a while. Unintentionally, Ghostlight's ears laid back against her skull as she whipped around, pointedly turning her back on Blackwolf.

[Fawn]

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Great StarClan, are all she-cats this temperamental?

"Bite my face off, why don't you? I was just asking. Sorry she left, I guess you'll have to put up with Spiriteye by yourself." Even if those words seemed insulting at first and not entirely sincere, there was a note of honesty in his gaze when he spoke. Not that Ghostlight could even see it, she'd turned her back on him thus far. Well this walk was going fantastically. Rolling both brawny shoulders and stretching front limbs forward until his joints popped and crackled, Blackwol delivered his next line in an almost sleepy manner. "Just felt like mentioning that I probably saw a glimpse of her the other day." He'd only divulged this information in this the noticeably gloomy looking black she-cat had wanted to speak to her sister.

Of course, he could not recognize Hauntingwind's scent, he barely even remembered her when she'd been a part of NightClan (Pffst, her loss), so it also could've been just another run-of-the-mill black cat passing through the forest. Bicolor stare boring holes into the short-furred back of Ghostlight, unable to miss the sharp change in demeanor the pretty black feline had shown so quickly it was as if lightning had struck. One minute she was flirting and showing a genuine interest in reaching some sort of friendship level with him, next she was growling as if he'd spat on her fresh kill, and now she was treating him like he'd just uttered something unspeakable.

Why can't she just make up her mind? Am I the bad tom again all of a sudden? To be honest, Blackwolf had never dealt with such wishy-washy emotions, never having kept the company of such a sensitive she-cat before. Poisonleaf and Silverfox - not only were they better at hiding their emotions and, you know, worshiping the ground he walked upon, but they at least didn't try so hard to confuse him. He was starting to get the feeling that she was doing it on purpose.

Unless she wasn't. And he really was just kind of a jerk.

Blackwolf sighed, stepped forward and sat down next to her, not bothering to glance Ghostlight's way as his jaws parted, taking on a tone that wasn't quite so arrogant and aggressive. "I hate all this touchy-feely frog dung, but if you have something to get off your chest about it, your sister or whatever, then... I'm not deaf."
It was the older warrior's way of saying I guess I can shut up and listen for a few heartbeats. If that's what you want. Or whatever.

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~~Ghostlight~~
Putting All Defenses Up Because I Don't Want to Fall in Love

Ears pricked at the sound of Blackwolf moving to sit next to her. She felt the frost on her heart start to melt slightly when the handsome tom softly offered to listen to her. It almost brought a purr to her throat. She knew that she was probably on the very tip top of Blackwolf's nerves with her string of flowing emotions that changed every five minutes. However, with his insufferable attitude and bull-headedness, she thought that it was a good way to even everything out. Besides, it wasn't her fault that she was so easily pushed over her temperment line.

She was a tempermental she-cat, her mother could even vouch for that. Don't mess with a tempermental she-cat, even uncle Skycloud could give that lesson to Blackwolf.

With a low sigh, Ghostlight turned her pretty, pale blue eyes to look at Blackwolf's face, trying to harden those pools with ice so he couldn't read her emotions. Her black plume swayed behind her, not bothering to move it when it brushed and mingled with Blackwolf's own tail. Her ears flickered against the soft breeze that decided to make it's pressence between the two black Nightclanners. With a sigh, the pretty black she-cat decided to take the tom up on his offer and get couple of things off his chest. "Hauntingwind was my only friend in Nightclan..." She started, eyes narrowing into the darkness of the forest, her voice soft and gentle.

"I wasn't always a knarled toothed badger you know." With a smirk on her lips she pressed against Blackwolf slightly, "But when the only littermate you have is a she-cat drooling tom like Spiriteye, tere isn't much to talk about... except which she-cat's fur looked better than the others." Glancing down at her black paws, which started to dig into the ground. She wasn't a big touchy-feelly kind of cat and here she was giving here whole story to this big brute next to her. Pale eyes narrowing at her paws, she continued, "And i'm not much of a friendly cat... so I don't have any friends inside of Nightclan..." 

[Fawn]

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It was extremely difficult for Blackwolf to relate to the back story Ghostlight was providing him with, but he listened regardless. On one paw, he could understand why she might be feeling off these days - if he didn't have any friends, he'd probably be sulky and temperamental too - but on the other hand, the tom's lack of empathy left that meaner part of his personality feeling as if she should just get over it. Yeah yeah, siblings were important and all that, but the decision of one cat wasn't going to ruin his life; having never had any shortage of friends, as well as the favoritism of Ravenstar and several apprentices he'd ushered into warriorhood, Blackwolf was probably one of the worst cats to go to for sympathy in this particular scenario.

Suppressing a dry snort, the jet black tom wracked that arrogant brain of his for something that wouldn't sound as if a frog could've done a better job at being compassionate. Conscious of a feathery black tail resting over his thinner, short-furred one, Blackwolf flicked an ear backward in acknowledgement, straightening slightly as he further pondered an answer. "Could've fooled me," he mewed in response to the black she-cat's last words, "There's tons of she-cats in this Clan, what's stopped you from being friends with them?" It wasn't a personal attack, the words the tom bluntly mewed, but an honest question that deserved an honest answer.

What was it about her that made it difficult for her to make friends? She seemed alright to him. Yeah she was a bit...unpredictable in emotions, but most she-cats were. They were crazier than toms, that's for sure, they just got away with it better. He wasn't really in the business of matching cats up and making sure they had a lovely, supporting friendship connection, but there had to be somecat she could be friends with. Blackwolf wasn't sure yet, if he wanted that to be him. He was still on the rocks with her, but this moment was definitely one of he senior warrior's firsts. She-cats did not divulge their feelings onto him, they did not confide in him like this - this wasn't to say he was untrustworthy, which, surprisingly, wasn't the case at all, Blackwolf was just unused to this sort of thing.

Usually the only time a she-cat called him out into the middle of the forest alone was to confess their undying love for him, which had been fun at first but was starting to get a little old. His ego was getting such a sufficient supply of boosting that he could afford to downsize his FanClan a little.

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Ghostlight
The Ghost In Your Mind
Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
Don’t make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy

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Oh! Such an easy question to be asked by the tom that had all the friends he needed and then some. It wasn't like the dark pelted she-cat had tried to be friends with a couple of cats that inhabited Nightclan, after all, why wouldn't she try, they were her clanmates after all. It just seemed like her sharp tongue, fierce attitude and temperamental breaks clashed with all the other she-cats, especially the ones who fawned over Blackwolf like kits who knew no better.

Gross.

Shaking her head, Ghostlight let out a trill of amusement, "Oh yes, because I love talking to all the she-cats who trip over your every words." Her voice was laced with heavy sarcasm, but she was being friendly, despite the annoyed flash of her orbs. Of course, her response was probably not what the big black brute had been wanting, nor desired and it probably annoyed him that she was talking about his fancats again.

However, she just had to continue teasing all his she-cats, like Silverfox or Poisonleaf. "I just love our conversations:'Did you see Blackwolf's fur today?' 'Oh Starclan yes, it's groomed so perfectly. Just like yesterday!' 'And the day before that!' 'I know! I just love him!'" The black she-cat rolled onto her back to giggle from her satire of making fun of the she-cats of Nightclan.

It was just so easy. And this was why she had no she-cat friends. She couldn't help but be mean, it was just her personality. She really didn't like a lot of her clanmates because of their undying love towards Blackwolf, and she was sure he got quite a good kick out of her making fun of them as well, who wouldn't? She was sure even Ravenstar or Spiriteye would find humor in her humor.

After she was done with her hysterical fits of laughter, she rolled over to her side, gazing up at Blackwolf with her unreadable, ghostly blue eyes. "It's not like I haven't tried by the way. I just don't find the same interests as the other she-cats. And the biggest one is you." She purred with amusement. "And who wants to talk about the Big Bad Blackwolf all day, anyways." She now saw it as her goal to annoy him to the end of their days, maybe in Starclan. Isn't that what a friend would do, point out the bad ideas for their friends.

His Fanclan being a bad idea, and his leading she-cat on the worst of them all. Ghostlight wasn't a bad she-cat, or a mean on at that fact, you just had to get used to her sharp and harsh humor to get along with her. And for one thing, she loved to make fun of things that were beyond belief to her, and hopefully Blackwolf saw that with her scene tonight.

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So you wanna play with magic
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby do you dare to do this
Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse

[Fawn]

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Blackwolf offered no heated defense of his FanClan or even a mild rebuttal of Ghostlight's behaviors and mockery - he didn't really care did he? His reputation spoke for itself. Whether he had a FanClan or not, whether he had hordes of she-cats in NightClan (and probably in a few others, how scandalous) fawning all over him or not was of no real consequence to him. His ego was already the size of a skyscraper, if they stopped their drooling, Blackwolf considered himself untouchable - it would not affect him. Only prove that they were unworthy to pal around with the likes of him; they could try barking up some other tom's tree, if he'd wanted any of them, he would've made it clear from the start.

Alright, so a large part of him enjoyed the mindless adoration and singing praise he received, but another part of him was a little annoyed by it. NightClan was not supposed to be a Clan made up of sheep, of blind mice following whoever squeaked the loudest and hoping they didn't end up in the claws of a fox or weasel.
It would impress him a lot more if they could think for themselves, not at all unlike Ghostlight.

The jet black tom chuckled, smoothing down his chest fur with a few strong licks. "Not like you have any tom-friends either, though." Blackwolf observed, completely unaware that his words might've come off as aggressive or even just plain mean. He was not used to socializing with others in a way that wasn't stinging or gloating - Ratfur did not earn that kind of respect, Hollowcry was never around to have conversations with, and the rest of the rabble weren't even worth mentioning. Perhaps he could've created a friend out of Starlingpaw, but her closeness with a few certain cats didn't put her in his good graces at the moment, not when he was busy trying to turn her into a super warrior like her father. As for Ghostlight... they'd been through some interesting things together, but could he really converse with her like any regular cat did with someone they considered a friend?

Eh, maybe. If they weren't too busy pissing each other off to hold a decent conversation.

Dragging his attention back to the present, Blackwolf awaited her response, wondering what she had to say that would justify why she didn't have any male friends either. And he didn't mean the kind who were interested in becoming her mate, he meant strictly platonic.