[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Blackstag

22 Moons || Nightclan Warrior

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The sun was finally out, though despite it's appearance it only gave a faint warmth that was hardly noticeable when the wind came bustling through. It was cold enough to take one's breath away, especially for those were weren't fortunate enough to have long, thick and luxurious coats.

Buckfur.

Though, even though his massive brother scored with the pelt best worn for leafbare, Blackstag himself had a very dense pelt despite it being short. The cold didn't bother him too much, save his extremities like his nose, ears and paws, but that wind could certainly stop him in his pawsteps from time to time. Though his dark coloration of black and chocolate brown didn't help him blend on on the powdery snow that currently covered the valley.

His hunting was obviously done more at night under the shadow of darkness.

Trotting in through the entrance to Nightclan's camp, the large tomcat padded his way towards the fresh-kill pile. Pride swam within his pale green pools as a crow hung lifelessly from his large maw. While out on a simple patrol of the frozen pines, Blackstag managed to snag the bird. It had been spooked up as he wasn't being quiet, hunting not exactly on his mind at the moment, though quick on his feet the blackish-brown tomcat leaped into the air to bat it back down to the cold ground before ending it's life.

Dropping the bird off on the small pile, Blackstag lifted his head to let that pale gaze of his wash over Nightclan's camp. He didn't spot his brother's massive stature, nor did he find a glance of Frostjaw or Spiderbite, but finally his eyes landed on the pretty torbie sitting out of the way from the others. 

A smirk curled it's way onto the maw of the large tomcat, devious intentions slipping through his mind as he strolled over to where Brindlemask stood with an air of arrogance about him. Slipping into that familiar roll of charming, a warming purr made it's way from Blackstag's chest, tail waving around in a lazy manner behind him. 

"Ah Brindlemask, my beautiful flower what are you doing over her all alone?" Blackstag's voice was suave and slick, like a siren as it attempted to pull it's prey in. He was charismatic, always had been and he had always managed to slip that silver tongue around to charm the she-cats he chose. Though, the last time the large tomcat had attempted to woo Brindlemask, she had left without saying a word, casting him into silence.

Blackstag didn't like it when things didn't go his way.

Circling Brindlemask like a hawk, Blackstag finally settled down next to her, letting their pelts brush as he lowered his haunches to sit. "A creature as lovely as you should never be by herself." In an affectionate manner the large tom let his tail brush against her flank before he stood to strut in front of her, practically man-scaping (cat-scaping?) his muscular form subtly while acting far more interested in her.

"Why, I could keep you company." A silvery smile touched his jaw as Blackstag gave a gentlemanly bow, all part of his little act before he lifted his head to capture Brindlemask's gaze with his pale green pools. "If you'd have me."

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I see what's mine and take it

559 Words || Abyss

[Abyss]

As usual, the morning had been quiet. Many of the Nightclan cats were beginning to get ready for bed at the rise of the sun. But not all of them took on this sort of "tradition" of sleeping during the day. A dark-pelted she-cat woke everyday before the rise of the sun, leaving camp directly after waking up. Anymore, none of her clanmates ever paid much mind to Brindlemask. She was a member of the clan, she was alive, she provided for them, she did what she was suppose to as a Warrior. Yet it was like she didn't exist. Compared to many of the other popular and well-known Warriors of Nightclan, Brindlemask was like a tiny drop of water in a giant lake. A black mouse hidden in the enormous shadow that was Nightclan. Yet she had no problem with this. One could say she preferred it to be this way.

She had entered camp once again just as the sun was beginning to rise, a small squirrel and a sparrow in her jaws. She dropped the two pieces of prey that had taken a while to find in the kill pile before retreating to the edge of camp as she always did. As she began to groom herself, running her tongue over her leg and paw, there was a light crunching going through the camp of pawsteps, though she ignored them. It was probably just another of her clanmates returning from an early-morning solo hunt. She expected that the other cat would drop their prey and then head to their nest, but she was wrong. Very wrong. The footsteps then began to get louder. As she lifted her amber-brown eyes, she saw another of her clanmates walking towards her and also heard his voice just as she saw him. It was Blackstag.

What was she doing over here alone? That was...what she usually did. Everyday. Around the same time. Somehow that answer seemed obvious, but she said nothing. She merely placed her paw back down to the ground, remaining where she sat as the black tom began to circle her. She didn't really move much, but she did follow the tom with her eyes as he walked around her. At one point he had sat next to her and let their pelts touch, a shiver going through her body from where his pelt touched her's. But don't misunderstand. She did not feel this shiver because she was flustered at the touch of him or anything. It was more like she was not accustomed to being touched at all by another cat, so this was an odd feeling for her that was almost uncomfortable. He stated that a cat like her shouldn't be alone before proceeding to stand and walk in front of her, grooming in a very odd way while keeping his eyes on her. She wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but she didn't particularly care. She just followed him with her eyes, not saying a word throughout this exchange. Finally, his little display came to an end as he pretty much asked permission to keep her company and locked his own eyes with her's.

At first, she said nothing. She merely stared at him, a look of both slight confusion and disinterest mixed together on her face. She had to admit it in her head. She had no interest in spending time with him. She had planned on going out to hunt again soon, which would be prevented with him around. The simple solution would be to go hunting together, but that was not an option for this she-cat. She would either spend time with him or would hunt; there was no in-between. She finally let out a quiet sigh. "Do as you wish, " she said simply. Her voice wasn't heard very often by anyone, but when she did speak, her voice was naturally very calm and soothing. Her sister, Short-tail, would constantly tell her that she needed to talk more often because her voice was quite pretty, but Brindle ignored these suggestions.

Words: 679 | Ghost the Undead Goddess | Notes: Sorry I never responded to this >.< I had forgotten that it wouldn't be in participated yet.
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