BijouXMalice

[Ferry]

                                                  

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He was always looking for something, something to please that everlasting hatred inside his chest.

But nothing was to be found.

He was searching for something, if anything at all would come forward and take this place, this hatred in his chest, the hatred in his miscolored eyes, anything to finally please him.

But nothing was to be found.

How could a cat contain so much hatred, and live every day like this, like he lived, how he lived, hating everything, with a scary, burning pit in his chest, something so frightening, nothing could fathom it? He had no solace, he did not have a deep pit of sadness that needed to be cured. He needed something else... Something that might change his view on these horrible creatures... These creatures he was forced to live amongst, the ones he never liked, not since they 'stole' him.

But nothing was to be found.

The tom couldn't speak to them, he couldn't look at them with his salmon and black gaze, for if he looked at them, the hate would grow stronger. Some cats even sought a conception that his pelt had originally been a silky, snow white, they needed reassurance, they sought the conception that it had been more white than the snow that lay over the barren landscape of Winter, and had grown darker as his hatred grew. Although, this wasn't true, they just needed an escape, something to fill their pitiful minds with a reassurance to their own stupidity. Sadly, this conception wasn't true, and it never would be. Perhaps they'd find something that would fill their mind from their own stupidity, from their own hatred, something they'd be able to fathom, fathom the malice.

But nothing was currently found.

Maybe, if he hadn't been raised the way he had been, he'd be nicer, he wouldn't be the way he is now, he would be able to tolerate the cats, the felidae he lived amongst. But the misanthropy prevented him from doing this, he sought his own reassurance, that it was simply a dream, and that felidae couldn't be this stupid. He knew it was a lie, he was too smart to trick himself into something like that, so, none was to be found.

No reassurance from the world.

Maybe, one day, it won't be so bad. He reminded himself of that every day, thinking things would get better, thinking something might change, might be able to change his mind about the world. Nothing had came forth like that, not even SilentClan, who seemed, almost, as harsh as him. Not another feline had came forward to change his mind, none at all. He was beginning to no longer seek out reassurance, how could he? He couldn't even stand the creatures, so how could the tom seek out reassurance amongst anything, or anyone? He hated his leader, he hated the Medicine Cats, StarClan was some distant fairy tale that the cats had made up to escape their own little reality, for their own concept, just like how his heart had swelled with hatred, and it had turned a snowy pelt dark and gray.

Malicefathom was not a kind soul.

As the tom sat in his nest, grumbling to himself with hatred, he would watch each cat pass him with a burning gaze of miscolored eyes, a salmon, and a black. They would watch intently, never to leave the felidae who passed, they didn't want to rest on something else, they wanted to try and find their own reasoning for the stupidity the cats held, to find something of their own. There was still a bit of reassurance he wanted, something to settle him, he believed it was solace, maybe, just once, that he had sought. But he realized, he held no sadness in his gaze, just malice, unfathomable malice, and he wanted all cats to know that.

Every last one of them.

Perhaps, it was time for him to get away from all of this, to simply step away, just for a few moments. He would not leave, he had no intentions to do such a thing, but to get away from all the ruckus, as they spoke to one another, and some even mumbled about him, just to get away from it. Slowly, the dark gray tom got to his paws, his long tongue flickering out, lapping over his dark nose. He didn't say a word to any of the felidae around him, no, not a single word, all they might here from him was his pawsteps. The familiar click, click, click. As his unsheathed claws hit the floor, this happened every time he stood after laying down for so long.

Malicefathom made his way to the field with fluffy animals, ugh, wretched, ugly creatures they were. As they baa'd at him, and chewed on the grass on the ground. He had heard they resembled clouds, although Malicefathom wouldn't know this. He was too scared for that, to look up... To ever look up, he couldn't do it... He just...

It frightened him.

How could the sky frighten a cat? Right down into their core? Scare them so harshly they seemed to almost go insane just looking up... Well, he didn't know the answer to this either, and he hoped he wouldn't learn.... Actually, no, he wished to know, he might be able to surpass this fear if he knew, this phobia would go away, then he'd truly be fearless, and that way, if any cats knew about his fears they would not taunt him and tease him, so far, though, nobody knew.

He planned to keep it that way.

Reaching the field he glanced around, the cold, bitter wind of Winter brushed against his dark gray pelt as he grunted slowly underneath his breath, in almost the manner of thought and questioning. A soft yet bold and angry "Humh...." made its way out of his closed maw as he stood there, before sitting down. Peace, quietness, away from those annoying felidae, almost perfection, almost perfection it was.

Almost.

[Seawhisker]

B I J O U }} 

Bijou the not-so-silent cat, the worthless leftover fool. That's what the traveling molly had been come to known as, although she would never admit it. Hiding her rejecting with a goofy smiling face, her whiskers freely twitching to find an escape as her paws, with one toe too many, found their way away from her place of birth. Far, far away, wherever her paws took her -- it was a refreshing new start for the muscular she-cat. But sometimes, it just wouldn't do.

The treading of paw steps, the simple motion of walking, could keep ones pads strong -- along with their soul.

But Bijou wasn't one for that kind of silly thinking, despite her strange attitude of the world around her. Her world was made up of long lost broken dreams of being shown as the cat that one first prize, the pride and joy of her owners in the city she finally escaped. The way they threw her out, a bad scrap out of five golden prizes, was a distant memory for her. The molly could forgive and forget.

Oh, and forget she did.

Padding -- no, skipping -- along the new terrain was just another adventure for open-minded Bijou. It was filled with pointless giggles and awe-struck gazes at new animals -- the animals that were almost twice her size and made shocked noises whenever she tried to paw at their fluffy, cloud-like fur. Alas, it wasn't fur -- but little naïve Bijou had no way of knowing that.

And suddenly, her eyes were alit with joy. Another animal, one of her own species, was what the she-cat spot. He was dark coated, and had an expression of something permanent that young Bijou could not name. All she understood was there was somebody new, and she was ready to meet them.
She used her well-bred senses to subconsciously sneak up on the new cat, her eyes alit with the fun of her own little game, the current thing of her world. With a tap, she announced her presence and let out a delightful squeal,
"Hello! Where do you come from?"

OOC
Word count - 360.
Character count - 1934.
Tags - Ferry
Notes - closeenough.

[Ferry]

                                                  

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One of the creatures came close to him, it sniffed at his pelt. Malicefathom stared at it, how dare it. How dare this creature, this animal, of all things, even come near him, even think about touching him. It baa'd at him, right in his face, its horrible breath spilling out over and around him, immediately, the tom felt his fur rise, as he hissed, and swatted at it with its paw. Sending the creature to back up backwards in its fright, shaking its fluffy coat as it let out a loud baa, and the others lifted their creamy heads, all staring towards the newcomer.

Him.

He stared back with an intense and burning hatred, similar to the one he wore whenever he stared down his clanmates, one so simlar, burning with pure hatred, it made him sick to look at these creatures, as they dawdled at him for a few moments before returning to their grazing.

Shortminded fools.

He thought this to himself quietly as he sat there, returning back to the thoughts that had originally been there. One's he had lost since the creature had approached him in the peaceful meadow he had sought out for the quietness. It had less agony than what was brought to him back in his camp, his 'home' if you could even call it a home; he certainly couldn't.

I wish those creatures weren't so foolish, how can felidae be that stupid? he thought about it. He thought about how they deemed his pelt once a true-blue white, how they deemed his eyes to be one set of colors and not two, how they deemed he was once a kind spirit, but now demon. A pure, cold hearted.

Demon.

Perhaps, though, they were right, correct about him. Perhaps this was the path in his heart. They were wrong though, they were wrong about the snow white pelt, wrong about the eyes, they had been that way. Forever. They ahd to realize that, but how could they? They were simple-minded idiots, who couldn't even remember their way back to camp a foot out of their home. How foolish, how moronic, the idjits. They burned a pure, deep, black hatred into his spirit, consuming him completely, he could hardly bear to look at them. Yet, he did, he watched them, quietly, closely....

Baaaaa,

He heard the call, yet again, of one of the sheep. His salmon and pecious eyes grazed over the sheeps coats, until they rested on a large cat tromping towards him. Letting out a hiss of frustration, as his dark pelt remained the same, but simply shifted uncomfortably, he knew he could not retreat, especially not when the large cat saw him.

What was this cat? Who was this cat? That was much, much more important than what the cat was. It was a cat, simple as that. But, not just any cat, it was a female, and young to, by the looks of her, she had light fluff at the edges of her fur, giving off that young, kitten-like appearance. Hmh, how... Uninteresting and irrelevant in his life.

He could use her though.

He watched, he observed, just like he did in camp, Malicefathom watched her come. Closer, closer, closer, towards him, she was coming right at him, her scent hit him. Kittypet.

She was a bit chubby, he noticed that afterwards, she was also big, and muscular, it wasn't all chubby, she was not fat, no you couldn't define her as fat, just, simply, chubby and muscly. She had a young, energetic look to her, naive and innocent, a fool in his eyes, a fool in his eyes. Prey in his heart, a toy in his spirit, she was something he could use, he could control, a puppet almost, he'd pull the strings, she'd take action.

Simple.

Tap.

He felt her paw touch him, and his fur slowly, and slightly raised, as a shiver tingled down his spine, the feeling of another cat touching him made him angry, he didn't like other cats, how dare they touch him in relations! "Hello" he heard her say, and his eyes narrowed, slowly, into stone-cold slits. They narrowed into small slivers, like snake eyes. Mean, cold, unwanting of the cat, as he shifted on his haunches, moving, ever so slightly away from her.

Away from her he wanted to be.

"Hello..." he slowly mewed out.

Who was this cat? What was she? No, that wasn't important, what she was wasn't important, she was felidae, feline, cat, kitten, shortsighted fool. That's what she was, and that's what she would be in his eyes, possibly forever and always, and that was his view on her, his outtake, possibly his only outtake on the stranger.

"My name, is Malicefathom, dear, and I am from my clan. Now..."

He gave a short pause, eyeing her up and down with his miscolored eyes, as he shifted away slightly, just once more, simply, once more. As if ready to flee from the felidae, but this was a female.

He liked females.

He observed her like he observed his clanmates within the camp, watching from the shadows, although this time, he was in the open, he was noticed, he was being spoken to, he wasn't the one watching the speaking. He was actually speaking to someone who wasn't his own mind, although, whenever he had observed, he hadn't observed quietly, looking for any problems. He hadn't been a dark knight, he had been something much, much worse, something much more eviler.

A dark demon.

"Who... Just who, might you be?"

He managed out through his gritted teeth, as he eyed her, he didn't like speaking to others. But, he had to, she had that bright, naive, cheery face, and it was something he could use to his advantage, like he thought, his heart began to twist, telling him something, his spirit was to.

A toy.

That was what she could possibly be, and he hoped she would turn out like that.

[Seawhisker]

B I J O U }} 

The younger cat fidgeted just a tad, sensing the wave of hatred and extreme displeasure in the prospect of seeing herself. She offered a small smile and a motion of pawing at the other cat, cheer and playfulness seeming to radiate from her sandy-colored self. "Oh, Malicefathom? That's a super cool name!" Bijou said loudly her voice pulsing with unnecessary excitement. She gave a huge grin and nodded. "Oh, so you're from one of those wild cat clans, huh?" she asked, her dusty green eyes sparkling with interest.

"My name's Bijou! It's a pleasure to meet you!" she said, dipping her head half-way before standing straight up. She examined Malicefathom with her head tilted to the side, curiosity in her careful gaze. "Uhhhm, what are you doing out here? I thought you clan cats lived all the way over..." she gestured her paw over to the east direction, "...there!" She furrowed her brows and stared at Malicefathom. "You aren't...Uhm, e-e-exiled, are you...?" she asked with a gasp. Then the odd molly began to laugh. "Just kidding! Of course you aren't!" she said, but her voice shook with nervousness. She was obviously intimidated by the new cat.

"Hey, do you wild cats eat sheep?" she chattered, looking at the grumpy animals around them. "They look so fluffy, and kinda yummy, but they're too big for me to hunt right now," Bijou meowed with a rather sad frown.

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Word count - 248.
Character count - 1372.
Tags - Ferry
Notes -

[Ferry]

                                                  

                          (385 words, 2050 characters)   

Malicefathom took a slight step backwards when her paw came towards him. Why did this creature dare to defile him with her own scent? Her own touch? Even looking at him seemed wrong and disgusting in its own little way.

He was here now though, he would suffer through it, stand this 'torture' she was bringing to him. Clearing his throat, tilting his dark gray head back a bit and closing his eyes to protect them from the sight of the upper world he began to speak, clearing his mind and taking in the words she spoke. 

"I'm not an exile"

He spoke these words clear and bold, leaning back into position and opening his miscolored eyes, staring at the sandy tinted female, his tail twitched, almost with a hint of amusement as a light, sadistic smile broke free at one edge of his black lips. His eyes were also tinted with a hint of amusement, his misanthropic styles still showed, but in a lesser aspect, and it seemed almost a bit calmer, yet he still refused of the female to touch him.

"Yes, I am a wild clan cat. I am here because I wish to be, I don't like associating with my clan they're...."

He paused, taking hold of his voice, one that seemed dark in a way, ghastly, it had a slight rasp in the back at the end of his sentence, his words. They echoed slightly across the terrain, only to be engulfed by the sheep who roamed about and baa'd nervously over the presence of Malicefathom, since he had swatted at one.

"What? What do you mean you can't catch one?!" He questioned with astonishment, a different and new emotion for once, actually, a soft chuckle parted from his lips.


"No cat can catch them, it's too dangerous. With how big you are though..." Malicefathom took this particular moment to inspect over her again. "They're not yummy, they're just balls of fluff, and they're dangerous, don't get near them little cat." Malicefathom told the female, not wanting to see the cat get killed infront of his own eyes. He had a small thought though, one about her and the sheeps, about attack them:


As much as I'd like that...