||Flood the sky and blur the darkness [Lynx & Rat]

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

Companied by the quiet rustling of the leaves of the last leaf-fall and the sweet warm breeze of greenleaf in her pelt, a young bobtail swiftly slipped through the darkening forest. After a few steps, the feline stopped and opened her jaws, tasting the air. The scent of clear water newarby reminded her of the burning dryness of her throat. The she-cat trotted in the direction of the scent, stopping to taste the air every now and then. The trail was ended by a wide, calmly flowing river.

This must be the river I've heard them talking about. Lynxpaw thought as she squirmed, her golden eyes shining with excitement. It was her first day as an apprentice, and she was finally allowed outside the camp! She couldn't have taken it any longer. It wasn't fair. It wasn't her fault she was born.. without a tail. Even the thought of that made her hiss. The she-cat shook her head to clear the mind, No. This night will be a happy one. It's no ones fault. Foucs on the happy.

Driven by thirst, the silvery apprentice stepped closer to the water. She drank slowly, enjoying every sip of the fresh water of the river. Finally finished, the apprentice rose her head to inspect the surroundings. A crooked willow at the border of the river caught her attention. The branches hanging above the water looked like they were meant for climbing.

The warnings about her lack of balance echoed in her head, but Lynxpaw pushed them to the back of her head. Not today. Just because I have no tail doesn't mean I can't have fun. she thought with a bitter smile on her muzzle.

With a few leaps the apprentice was under the tree. Preparing for the first jump, she bent her legs, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her blood. In the back of her head she noticed her white belly-fur touching the muddy ground of the riverside. But at that moment, Lynxpaw didn't care about the annoying dirt in her pelt, she was focused on the here and now.  Releasing the tension in her legs, the she cat leaped, reaching the start of the branches hanging over the water. This went well.

But the harder part was yet to come. With the blood rushing through her veins and the rapid beating of heart, she dug her claws into the soft bark. The fist step taken was trembly, every muscle in her body tense, waiting for something to happen. But as the paw reached the branch, and Lynxpaw could grip on to it, she let her muscles relax.

Gaining confidence, she took another step towards her destination with a crooked smile on her muzzle, the braches furthest away from the land. But, what the yellow-eyed feline couldn't have predicted was the quiet crackle of the branch. It's going to break! Panicking, the she-cat attempted to turn around and jump off the treacherous branch. Bad decision. Without a tail, the apprentice lost her balance and slipped. Only thanks to her fast reaction, Lynxpaw dug her front paws' claws into the soft bark of the tree.

The loud crack of the wood let her know this wasn't going to work for long. Panicking the she-cat yowled for help, her cry for help echoing in the now pitch black forest as the branch collapsed and the she-cat fell into the water.

Once underwater, Lynxpaw struggled to reach the surface, only to sink under the water again. With the lack of air in her lungs and the cold water closing in on her, she sunk deeper under the surface of the river.

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

how desperate are you?

RATPAW :: Grey, muddy paws touched the soft grass, carrying a wet body with its previously shiny pelt now dripping in in an unattractive manner. But those deeply expressive, shimmering emerald eyes telltaled he didn't care. He had enjoyed himself far too much to pay attention to the little, absolutely negligible details. It was just himself and the nature singing to his ears now; nothing could ruin it for him. Or, well, almost nothing.

His intention was to return back to the camp before anybody had the chance to notice an apprentice was setting foot into places he shouldn't even dream about. He had been fairly successful a few times that far, and everything looked like one more would be added to the list. Unless a sharp, hard-to-miss noise echoed through his ears and made his eyes twitch as he froze in his position. And that was exactly what happened. At first, it seemed unreal, just like something he could have imagined; a small, unimportant thought passing through his mind and making itself noticed with a ringing sound in his ears. Yes, this is what must have happened, he thought to himself, before turning around and hesitantly beggining to pad towards the path that would safely get him back to the camp.

That, until he just couldn't ignore it anymore. It wasn't just a tiny scream for help that only lasted a brief second; it was loud. It was bugging him. It was upsetting him. It was intense splashing, it sounded like a creature fiercely fighting over something valuable. What could even be so valuable that attempting to reclaim it would disturb everybody else's peace? Well, last time I checked, life was pretty valuable, he muttered under his breath, swiftly turning around and taking a run for the area that desperate yowl had come from.

He was already out of breath when he arrived, but he soon realised he didn't have a split second to sit and try to realise what was happening. All he had time for was to gasp for air before throwing himself into the violent river; which, several minutes ago, was only a peaceful, friendly body of water in his eyes. His hind legs intensly fought against the powerful force of water; building up aggressive waves that only made it harder for the both of them to get closer. What was he even risking his life for? He knew it was a lady. He couldn't just let a young lady go down in such an ungraceful death; he could easily prevent her drowning. If only she allowed him to get closer.

And she did. Good move, he thought, as he watched the unknown to him creature suddenly stop struggling and begin to sink below the surface. He immediately grabbed the chance to breathe as deeply as he could before forcing himself into a dive mighty enough to reach for her belly. He felt her soft fur on the top of his back, it left him with a sensation he had never experienced before. But he had no time to analyze it. He kicked his back legs again, his tail lashing the water and bringing him closer and closer to the surface.

Until he made it. They both had made it. He tossed his one paw towards the secure land of the riverside, grabbing the welcoming ground tightly with his claws. He felt eerily heavy; he couldn't possibly get up and throw himself and the cat he had just rescued out of the water. The creature seemed to be resting lifessly on his back, showing no signs of movement. There was not much time left. He unwillingly forced himself into a brief leap, shaking the water off his whiskers in irritation as he slowly walked out of the water with his legs trembling.

He collapsed on the ground, riding his back of the young feline that was wet and covered in dirt. Despite him breathing heavily and feelings his limbs giving up on him, he crawled beside her and placed the side of his face close to her heart. He felt vibrations through his whiskers, and pulled his head away before taking a brief gander at her face. One of her eyes was half-closed, revealing a gold treasure inside it. "Are you okay?" he sighed slowly, with his emerald eyes still wide open and his chest rapidly moving up and down from the shock. "How did you even end up in there?" he continued, but suddenly froze as his glance stopped towards the end of her back where her tail was supposed to be, realising he wouldn't need an answer for that one. Now this, should be interesting.

Word Count » 779
Notes » lynxie pls dont be dead
Tags » ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ
Muse » 84%

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

So this is how it ends. A single thought ran through the young apprentices head, before she gave in to the darkness pressing upon her, releasing the last air from her lungs she sunk. She wanted to scream, cry for help, to surrender to the pitching pain in her lungs telling her to breathe in.
 
After some time, it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, she could feel something, someone pushing her upwards, to the surface, to fresh air, to survival. But it was all so far away, it didn't matter. Nothing did. She had already given up. Or so she thought.

The cold air washing against her motionless body was what brought back the feeling of reality. The sensation muscular body pressed against her body, holding her from sinking again felt more solid. Acting purely upon instinct, the silvery feline choked, clearing her lungs of the water and swallowed the fresh air. Her senses returning to her, she felt her saviour taking a desperate leap and collapsing under her as they both reached the land.

Once on the ground, Lynxpaw would finally dare to open her eyes, well, one eye. Her eyes still adjusting to the dim light of the night, she could still catch a glimpse of emerald shining in the middle of the darkness. Opening her other eye, she could distinguish the contours of slender feline. Surprisingly, the other cat seemed young, maybe even younger than her.

"Are you okay?" the figure asked, still breathless. The voice was masculine, without a doubt. Still abashed of the events, Lynxpaw ceased to answer. Instead, she turned her gaze to the stunning green eyes.

"How did you even end up in there?" The tom asked, scanning the she-cat. Lynxpaw followed the toms gaze, which stopped at her tail? Lynxpaw knew that look. First came surprise, then the realization of her condition, and what she hated the most. Pity. She could see, feel, the pity in the toms eyes.

The sudden flash of rage filled her mind, coming as a surprise even to her. The young apprentices eyes flashed wide open. As fast as she could, in her condition, she got on her shaky feet, shivering from the shock and rage, she looked down to the tom, her golden eyes glowing with anger in the night.

"I almost drowned down there--" she stopped to take a deep breath trying to keep her balance, "How okay do think I am." she spit out, gazing down at the tom. She didn't care that he had just saved her life. She had almost died, she was in a shock. And he wanted to know if she was okay?!

"I don't need your pity. I can get on fine by myself." the she-cat hissed, turning around to walk away, instinctively trying to flick her tail. This bitter reminder of her.. defect boost her to attempt to leave the tom behind.

After a few steps, she could feel faintness fill her body. The shock of almost dying was gone and the she-cat could feel the last strenght leave her limbs. For the second time, she collapsed to the muddy ground.

The feeling of complete hopelessness overshadowed everything else. There was no room for anything else. The emptiness she felt inside was nothing compared to the sudden flash of rage. I should have never gotten out of camp. I'm not worthy of this. Making no attempt to get up again, the she cat lay on the ground, the gaze of her yellow eyes glassy. Drained of all strenght and emotion, she lay there, wheezing, her face frowned. This should have never happened.


Tags: Rattyyy
Words: 608
Notes: drama lvl: over 9000 omg im such a copycat djkgfd copying rats post notes/tags/words thing l0lz

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

how desperate are you?

RATPAW :: Big, boomerang-shaped eyes settled upon the beam of endless reflected golden light. He could sense the feline lying before him slowly waking up, and all he expected her to do was to gently turn around and look at him in the eye after coming out of it all. But with every second that passed, that fantasy began to seem less and less accurate. The she-cat looked young, probably around his age, but certainly somewhat older. Her face was elegant, with a few fluffy tufts of fur on the top of her ears and perfectly round-shaped eyes. A sudden, eerie quiver of her whole body caused him to pull himself back, catching him off guard.

She retreated from his side in a hurry, as if she had realised his emerald gaze was poisonous and wouldn't allow it to scan her over anymore. Her entire body was shaking, her four feet barely holding her up. She looked upset, thunderstruck. She looked angry. Why? He refrained from making a single movement. He lay there, confidently continuing to make direct eye contact with her. He had just saved her life, how dare she react in that manner? He acknowledged the possibility of her feeling extremely overwhelmed or even threatened, but he simply refused to understand it.

And then he heard her voice. A voice faint and weak; but overly expressive. Desperate. It sounded like she was accusing him. Excuse me for rescuing your pelt, he thought to himself, battling to keep down the feelings of fury arising inside him. He managed to remain still in his position, staring at her, with his tail nervously hitting the ground side to side like a whip. His eyes twitched in doubt, as she went on speaking words that were harsh, spitting them out and expecting him to accept them. How okay did he think she was? "Considering you're on your feet and taking out your anger on the one who saved your life, I'd guess pretty okay."

He finally left his comfortable seat and rose to a standing position, while his tail continued to swish in irritation. Being older, she stood taller than him, which made him feel like he was at a disadvantage. But he remained silent after his one spoken phrase, which he tried to pronounce in a cruel way, although it came out like a kit yowl expressing feelings of grief and rejection. Not what he was aiming for. As she continued to talk in the same hurtful to him manner, he broke, letting his gaze fall to the ground, where it belonged. She was now out of his eyesight, but he could sense her turning around and walking away.

How far do you think you can go..?, he thought, holding his body motionless and letting his tail hang lifelessly. He expected to look up and discover that she had disappeared. He had saved a life that had chosen to remain completely anonymous to him. Or, almost completely. Even though it was hard to distinguish her scent over the intense smell of river water, her body language was telling him there was a high chance they belonged to the same clan, and right now they were in its territory, arguing, in the middle of the night. He might have not been part of HiddenClan for a long time, but he knew that even if she chose to leave now, they would meet again, pretty soon.

But he didn't have to worry about seeing her again. For she was never given the chance to leave in the first place. His ears flicked at the hearing of a thud. He brought his head back up, only to view the body of that hopeless victim lying helpless on the forest floor. Disgraceful. He picked up his pace and reached for her side for a second time, even though he knew very well she didn't want him there. However, he still wasn't going anywhere. He looked down at her just like she did before, catching his breath, letting his glowing green gaze settle upon her once again. If pity wasn't what she was looking for, he was curious to see how she would react to anger. "You are a naive, helpless, clueless girl."

Word Count » 705
Notes » uMAD ;_;
Tags » ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ
Muse » 85%

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

So this is how it ends. A single thought ran Laying motionlessly, Lynxpaw shivered, feeling the cold crawling in her bones. Stubbornly still keeping her eyes on the ground, the apprentice heard the tom walking up to her. Slow, judicious steps. Oh how pleased he must have been with himself. He stopped before Lynxpaw, she could hear his fast breathing. The tom waited before saying anything, letting the tension in the still night-air grow. His words, though, came as a surprise to the young apprentice. She could physically feel the words hitting her, dripping with disgust.

Naive. Helpless. Clueless.The words echoing in her head, the she-cat could feel her strenght returning to her. The coldness in her bones was gone. All that remained was the rekindled rage burning and rushing through her body. Starting as a faint snarl, the growl loudened to the point where the she-cat could feel her lungs trembling. Stunned, as she had never heard such noise before, Lynxpaw noticed how the confidence driven by her anger grew inside her.

Finally, raising her head from the ground, she stared, wide-eyed into the toms eyes. Emerald against golden. Clenching her teeth together, trying to refrain from losing her strenght once again, Lynxpaw slowly pushed her front legs under her, keeping her eyes fixed on the toms. As she got up, she revealed her fangs, now looking down at her saviour, the she-cat took a step closer to the tom that had frozen still, probably amazed by the sudden change of the she-cats condition.

With the growl still roaring in her lungs, the she cat, her fur wet and covered in mud and her golden eyes glowing, she spoke in a voice so different from her usual tone: "You know nothing. I don't need your words to know myself. You don't know what it's like." Her voice was low, coming from the bottom of her lungs, sounding in a eerie harmony with the constant thundering in her chest. Still fixed at the toms eyes, the she-cat leaned closer to his face and whispered in the same heavy tone as before. "Leave me alone." She could spot something flickering in the deep green of the toms eyes. Could it be.. fear? Lynxpaw was amazed about the effect of her change of approach.

The cold night air was stiff with tension, as the tom ceased to leave his position. The she-cat had retreated, backing down a tail-length. She decided to give him one last chance to leave, standing stiff and gazing in the stunning green eyes. Again, the tom stood, frozen.

How dare he?! There was no shakiness left in Lynxpaws feet, she could feel the burst of adrenaline in her blood, just like before the jump. She hadn't been trained for battle. She didn't even know any of the basics. "You asked for it." Lynxpaw mumbled more to herself. Now acting purely upon instinct, the she-cat leaped towards the slender tom, pulling out her long claws midair.


Tags: Rattyyy
Words: 500
Notes: sorry for the short post i'm not very good with angry felines just yet ;)

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

how desperate are you?

RATPAW :: The young apprentice remained at a halt, his lungs continuing to rapidly expand and contract to the point it was becoming painful to him, his expression looking stiff and restrained. He gazed at her in agony; his heart beating fast and sending shivers down his spine, he knew she was going to turn around soon to look at him in the eye. But maybe it didn't have to be so bad. Maybe they would manage to talk it all out. Maybe he could calm her down in time. His lungs quickly filled with the fresh night air for one more time, before releasing it again, slowly this time, getting his breathing pattern to become gentle and silent like before. He felt his body parts relaxing one by one, from ears to tail. Until she turned.

The first thing to reach the tom's flicked ears was a lengthy, sharp, raucous noise. A snarl. A warning. You've already made it clear you don't want me here. Waste of breath!, he huffed, emptying his lungs as the she-cat stared into his green eyes, with her own shimmering ones, trying to keep his muscles from becoming rigid and tense again as she slowly rose to her feet. There was something in that cat that made a voice scream wildly inside his head. Run!, it rang into his ears, but he couldn't hear. Because there was another, louder voice screaming along. Help her! With his feet frozen into that very position and completely incapable of making a single movement, he didn't have much of a choice.

He tried to concentrate and look back at her. Try to figure out what her intentions were. He knew there were slim chances of them being good. But he wanted them to be good. He wanted things to work out between them. And he knew that somewhere deep, under that enormous build up of tension and rage inside the she-cat's soul, she wanted it too. It was clear to him that she was battling with herself, trying to keep calm and under control. But there was something more expressive and illuminating about her. It was her gestures and physical responses that told him whose life was at risk now. And it was his. Not hers.

She was finally up, baring her lethal fangs, standing taller than him. But not more stable. He remained in position as she took a step forward. And then another. And a half more, until her whiskers were a breath away from his. He had a clear, full view of her face now. Her frightening, yet charming gilded eyes, her towering fluffy ears with the fur tufts on top, and her mouth, which was open in an unwelcoming manner. And then of course, her voice, which he was expected. He didn't react to her words. Her actions had already replied on her behalf. Her words could have flustered his pride and confidence, but he had already decided upon going nowhere. He only continued to stand before her, blocking her way. Waiting for her next move. Which could be fatal.

But what he expected to happen.. it didn't come to pass. He glanced down at her muddy paws and she proceeded to withdraw herself from him instead of taking that leap he was waiting for. What? It was real, she was pulling herself back. Waiting for him to react. Do something. Leave. Was that what she thought he'd do? You were right. It's true that I know nothing about you, it seems. But I was also right. You are that naive, he thought, pronouncing the words in a rude, mocking tone. Always in his head. She might have not gone for him yet, but she would, eventually. He was determined to see how far she was willing to go. How unappreciative she could become. And not to anybody. But her saviour.

And he didn't have to wait long. Apparently, that cat was not one to have big tolerance either, among all the other things she lacked. The young apprentice remained frozen in his position once more, seeing his life flash before his eyes as she took off for a bound, revealing her claws as she flew in mid-air. It took him a while to manage to respond, but it all seemed to be under slow motion for him already. His legs bent, swiftly reaching for the ground and letting the she-cat land on his sides instead of his back as they rolled in the grass, fighting fiercely. He worried about losing a fight against a lady, but he was delighted to discover that the cat seemed to be just as inexperienced as he was.

"What are you expecting to ACCOMPLISH?" he yelled in her ear, in attempt to immobilize her body in order to knock some sense through her thick skull, in hope that at least some would make it to her stubborn brain. Her kicks were quick and effective, but, fortunately for him, his dodging was better. He reached for her face, hoping that going for something she considered valuable would distract her legs for some split seconds which was just enough time for him to get on top of her. And along with that, in some sort of control of her. His target ended up being in between her ears, as he sank his fangs into the fragile skin of one of them.

As soon as she had noticed and was getting ready to pay him back, he rolled on top of her, putting all of his weight on her stomach and lungs and slightly letting go of her ear. "You're getting NOWHERE." he shrieked, gasping for air. "You'll end up hurting yourself. Again."

Word Count » 950
Notes » sORRY LONGER THAN I PLANNED
Tags » ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ
Muse » 92%

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

The she-cat had been aiming for the tom's back, to force him on the grass, but the green-eyed felines reaction was faster thank Lynxpaw had expected. The tom bent his legs just enough so that the she-cat hit her on his side, forcing them both to collapse on the ground creating a rolling ball of fur, fangs and claws.

They were both inexperienced, still the emerald-eyed om seemed to know just how to use his slender body to dodge the she-cats randomly aimed strikes. Soon enough, Lynxpaw was wheezing, her attacks getting slower and lighter every time. The toms screamed question echoing in the woods, she gained new confidence, now managing to hit the tom a few times.

Her opponents next move came as a complete surprise to the apprentice. Without any apparent reason, the tom reached for her face, his fangs bare. Confused, the she-cat instinctively jumped back. This was all the tom-cat needed, withing a blink of an eye he had slipped himself on Lynxpaw's back, grabbing one one of them.

Again upon instinct, the golden-eyed she-cat bowed closer to the ground trying to protect her most vulnerable spot. Realizing she had made a false move, Lynxpaw hissed, attempting to get up again. Despite the pain in her ear, she rolled over, trying to get rid of the tom. Yet again the tom had been faster. As soon as Lynxpaw had revealed her belly, the tom had pressed his paws on her fragile stomach and lungs. Gasping for air, the tom slowly let go of the she-cat's ear, carefully observing her to spot any attempt to fight back.

Even a kit would have known this was a terrible situation, especially in a battle. All the emerald-eyed cat should have done was one little bite in the neck to end Lynxpaw's life. Knowing this, she stayed still, staring straight into the tom's green eyes, but folding her lips back and covering her fangs. She didn't want to give the tom a reason to rip her open.

Again, the tom spoke, this time in a normal voice. The voice seemed awfully familiar to Lynxpaw. Then it struck her, of course. How could have I been so stupid. Now, for the first time paying attention to the toms smell, even when mixed with the scent of the water plants and dirt, she could sense the distinctive scent of HiddenClan. This discovery made the young she-cat tense up her muscles again, thoughts racing through her head faster than ever. Of course he couldn't kill me. We're of the same clan. This realization gave her back her confidence.He shouldn't even hurt me. Lynxpaw thought bitterly, remembering her ear, it must have had holes in it.

But I haven't seen him around the nursery, he's not from around here. Regained her confidence, Lynxpaw confronted the tom. With a bitter smile, she hissed to his face;
"Where I'm going and what I'm doing is none of your business. Leave me alone!" Almost screaming the last word, she quickly kicked the tom with her back legs, making him stumble back, leaving Lynxpaw just enough time to get up before the tom could recover.

Knowing attacking straight forward wouldn't work, the she-cat started circling around her opponent, keeping eye contact. The tom followed her lead, walking the same way, keeping the distance behind them. Both of the young felines were tense, ready for the moment the other would dare to attack.

Lynxpaw, however had completely different plans. As the rivals walked in the circle, hissing and growling at times, baring their fangs, the she-cat was thinking of a way to confuse the tom just for a few moments. That was all she needed. Soon enough, her plan was ready.

Breaking the tense silence between the two, she spoke again.
"Why can't you just leave me alone? What do you even want with this clan? You don't belong here." she sounded more accusing than she had wanted to, yet she continued.
"Why don't you just leave?


Tags: Rattyyy
Words: what is this i dont even
Notes: this took me way too long sorry for the delay i've been christmas-busy ;_;

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

how desperate are you?

RATPAW :: Tense muscles, piercing glance and lips pulled back in a hostile hiss was the tom's last signs of aggression before his posture softened. It was extremely hard or even impossible to ignore that glistening golden gaze staring right into his eyes, which, instead of reflecting irritation and resentment, were now peacefully looking back at the tailless lady who seemed to have suddenly given up fighting and attempting to work out what kind of move would be ideal, just like before. He felt her limbs relaxing, as he watched her lips gently touching together and hiding her lethal fangs.

The next few moments between the two of them felt peaceful and quiet, or so he thought. The young female seemed to have jumped into a state of pure awe upon hearing his voice for the second time. Why? He gradually shifted his weight to his back legs that touched the ground, leaving the she-cat more room to breathe properly as they continued to stare at each other. Had she figured out something about him? But what could she have possibly realised, they had only known each other for a few minutes. He only grasped the meaning of the expression lying across her face when her whiskers instinctively twitched. It was a small and possibly pointless detail, but it was enough to let him know what had just happened.

The likelihood of the lady having solved the mystery of his true identity arose as the tom continued to examine the look on her face, which tightened up with every second that went by. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the tranquility of her body vanishing within a split second, letting tension and stiffness take over once again. Frustrated with himself for not having taken advantage of the brief seconds of clear harmony between them, he raised his glance to look back at her in despair. But her eyes were no longer focused on his. She was thinking too fast, leaving no time to study him anymore. She had already decided upon her next move. It was too late to change anything.

He pulled himself back slightly as a very expected hiss escaped her mouth. Her words were penetrating and reckless, being uttered with no second thought. She wanted him out of there, one way or the other. She wanted to have zero sense with him. Did she care about him saving her life? Somewhere in there, he hoped she did. But at least for now, she wasn't trying to show it. At all. He allowed her to push him off of her as she rose back to her feet like greased lightning. He waited motionless for a short time, daring not to pronounce a single word, glancing to the grass. He couldn't predict what her intentions were now. She could take another leap for him and finish him off. Unless her guess upon his identity was what he thought it was. In that case, killing him was, unfortunately for her, not an option.

He felt her padding forward as his ears flicked at the sound of grass being stepped on by her wet paws. He forced himself to look up at her, trying not to look too shifty; although his glance probably came across as frightened and begging for mercy. His fear and doubt began to wear off quickly as the female continued to circle him without attempting to do anything else; what was she trying to achieve? Is this a joke?, he thought, forcefully standing on his four paws only to notice one of his legs felt weird at contact with the ground. It seemed twisted as it had probably been target to one of those insane kicks of the she-cat, but he didn't think it appropriate to sit and examine it now.

He proceeded to follow after her, always hiding his injured front leg right behind the other one while walking. He was in enough trouble already, and last thing he needed was to show further weakness. He was already startled at the thought of not knowing what to expect anymore. What was she trying to do with him? Was she just buying herself time? It was the only possible way he could explain her actions, and so he decided not to help. One of them had to put an end to this, and if that cat was too stubborn to do so, he had to get control over the situation. If you want something done properly, do it yourself.

He froze at the sound of her cold voice ripping the silence apart, speaking right into his heart. You don't belong here. He was about to feel rejected and unwelcomed, like he would never be able to find a place to call home again. But instead, he kicked his good leg against the ground, giving the she-cat an eerily frosty glance. "This far, I can only tell you that I feel proud not to completely belong to this pathetic excuse for a clan territory. What have you gained from doing so? You find pleasure in attacking cats that only crossed your way to do nothing more than save your life. I feel embarrassed for you, if you don't for yourself."

He spoke his words in the same harsh manner she had, giving her a good taste of her own medicine. His body tried to tell him it was enough by sending a sharp shiver down his spine, but his thoughts were already racing too fast to let him pay attention to anything else other than satisfying his own ego. "But you are right. I should leave. In fact, I should have left. I should have let you drown with your own, let you end your life in one of the most disgraceful ways there are. Upon your own stupidity and recklessness. But I didn't." he breathed in, shutting his jaws together and looking at her through his glowing green eyes. His mouth was dry, and his heart was racing, but he continued. "Shame on me."

Word Count » 1007
Notes » THIS INSPIRATION. I LIKE IT. ANOTHER. im kidding im disgraceful
Tags » ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ
Muse » 95%

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

Surprisingly for the yellow-eyed feline, her opponent didn't seem touched by her harsh attacks, instead the hooded tom hit his paw on the ground with a cold flatness, making Lynxpaw instinctively back down. The tom answered Lynxpaw's previous statements in the same, cold tone Lynxpaw had spoken in. The words spoken hung in the still night air, the she-cat froze in her place. The sharp comments had come a surprise. As much as she had hated pity and special treatment, she had never heard anyone come at her in such manner. She had always been protected by the status of a kit, who hasn't had much luck in life. The words of the emerald-eyed tom cut deeper than either of them had expected.

Still, the tom seemed to have no mercy on the she-cat. He continued, his face frowned, his emerald eyes piercing into Lynxpaw's golden. With every uttered word, the she-cat could feel her anger cool down, fade away. By the time the tom had finished, all the young apprentice had going around in her head was the hooded tom's words. Stupid. Reckless. Only out of stubbornness had she kept her gaze on the tom's. Now, the golden-eyed lass dropped her eyes, staring at the ground in front of her, the tom's words still echoing in her head.

Without a warning, she sat down with a quiet thud, still staring at the ground as if it were more interesting than the stunning emerald of the tom opposite of her. This time, in a quiet voice her words echoing in the quiet forest, accompanied by the murmur of the flowing water next to them. She let the words flow, not caring if the tom was listening or not.

"Easy for you to say. It's not like anyone would treat you differently. You don't know what it's like," the she-cat inhaled loudly, clenching her teeth together, "what it's like to be treated like a kit, no matter how hard you try to make them see that you can do it."

Finally daring to raise her head again, Lynxpaw gazed right in to the tom's emerald eyes, her golden eyes blazing and continued. There was no stopping when she had already started. The irony of the moment put a crooked smile on her face, as she continued poring her heart out to someone she had fought just a few moments earlier.

"It's not worth it. I'm tired of it. Try to kill me and I won't fight you." she coughed, patting her front paw on the ground just like the tom had, the smile on her face widening as she continued. "I'm giving you a chance to fix what you did wrong." the last words came out as a hiss, as Lynxpaw's face changed from an angry frown to expressing the sadness she had kept in her since she had realized she wasn't as good as others. A moment later she managed to calm herself enough to hide the wide range of emotions she had just gone through so fast.

After a few moments of staring in the emerald-eyed feline's eyes, Lynxpaw, returning her gaze to the ground in front of her, got up on her paws. She retracted her claws and turned away from the tom, no longer caring. The tom had had his chance and he hadn't attacked.
As Lynxpaw started walking away, she turned her gaze over her shoulder for one last time, to mumble more to herself than the hooded tom, "All I ever asked you was to leave me alone." she turned back, facing the dark forest in front of her, slowly walking away from the riverside. A part of the young apprentice waited for the tom to catch up with her, rip her apart, the other one wanted to run back and thank the tom. As much as the she-cat hated to admit it, it felt like the tom had told her what she had been waiting to hear the whole time.

One thing Lynxpaw knew for sure, this place, this tom, was going to haunt her for a long time. She was going to meet him again and again around the camp, but she wasn't ready for it. Not for the first, nor the last time, the she-cat greatly regretted her reckless nature, her mindless acts and words spoken purely upon emotion. With every step taken, the she-cat could feel the feeling of guilt pressing on her shoulders, pushing her closer to the ground, making her steps heavy.

Why couldn't she just have thanked her saviour instead of trying to kill him. Why can't I just be normal for once.. The she-cats trail of thoughts was broken as she noticed she had reached the deer clearing.

The fog rolling over the silent plain gave the clearing a haunted look. The wet air had already started making its way through the already soaked, muddy and straggly coat of the she-cat. A shiver of both fear and cold ran down the she-cats spine. Nearly panicking, the she-cat stared into the thick mist around her, trying to make sure which way to flee. A crack of a branch right behind her was the last drop. With a loud yowl, the apprentice bolted in to the fog. After every step she took a quick glance behind her to ensure whatever had been near her wasn't following her.

Finally, after she had almost hit a pine, the golden-eyed apprentice dared to stop to catch her breath. Wheezing she analyzed the situation. She had heard of the clearing. According to the warriors of her clan, the plains were rich with rabbits. With a sigh of relief, Lynxpaw sat on the ground to finally rest for a bit. She felt tired and worn out by the rapid progress of the night's events. She could feel the range of emotions, anger, sadness, hopelessness, relief, happiness, fear, all collapse on her. Not knowing what to feel anymore, the she cat yowled again, this time, not out of fear but to relive herself from the strong emotions of the  night. Her yowls ringing, echoing in the foggy woods gave her the comfort she needed and that was all the young apprentice needed.

Finally feeling a bit better, the she-cat mumbled to herself, "I should have thanked you."



Tags: Rattyyyyyyyy
Words: 1052
Notes: what

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

how desperate are you?

RATPAW :: The two-toned tom exhaled in exhaustion, as anxiety had begun to eat away at him, taking over his body. The young lady who stood before him, whom he still didn't know the name of, seemed to be just as confused and overwhelmed by thoughts as he was. Pain spread through his wounded leg as he attempted to remain still in his position, dazed by what just happened. He meant no harm, but the words he had uttered needed to be spoken, for the best of both of them. Although they had probably sounded harsh and spoken in a reckless manner, they seemed to have broken most of the ice between the two apprentices. Or so he thought.

As he breathed in again, he followed the golden-eyed lass' gaze while it slowly drifted away from him, sliding down to the grassy floor. He tried to remain calm, although his heart had already started racing. Would something bad follow? She hadn't said a single word, but he could feel her thought pattern had changed. Maybe she wasn't so furious with him anymore. Maybe all of the fantasies rushing through his mind could actually come real; things would work out between them with no further fuss. Or, they would continue fighting, until one of them gave in and left the other with their own. Unless the fighting part could be skipped. Is that even possible?

His eyes widened at once as her voice reached his ears in a surprise. The tom didn't realise how absorbed he was in his own thoughts, although his green eyes were still glimpsing over the fluffy fur tufts on the top of the she-cat's ears. Upon hearing the female's words for the first time, he failed to grasp the true meaning that hid behind them. They left him confused, completely unaware of how he could respond. As she continued, the blank, cold expression that had taken over his features drew away. Leaving his thoughts aside, his lips twitched once, about to curve into a sympathetic smile. However, halfway through he changed his mind, parting his jaw into a small, gentle yawn instead. It was a very inappropriate time for that, but the thought of the lady misunderstanding the intention of his smile was worse.

He had just started processing the young feline's words; could that be the reason she had reacted in that quite extreme way? It was very likely. He could understand why she was fed up of receiving special treatment, after all, she wasn't that different. Her disadvantage could easily be managed with a strong will and hard work, and of course, a wise and experienced mentor. However, it seemed the lady wasn't given the opportunity to get ahold of those. Upon feeling that golden, piercing gaze on his skin, he raised his glance, only to be startled by the she-cat's intense expression. This time, he knew he wouldn't be overly fond of what followed.

Her words burnt him; slowly but steadily destroying his sleek white and brown fur, reaching far down and diving deeper into him until it was too much for him to bear. Once that burning sensation was over, the fear that shot through him was icy cold. "I'm giving you a chance to fix what you did wrong." The tom's limbs almost bent; his body had suddenly begun to feel incredibly heavy; nearly heavy enough for him to collapse on his spot, with slim chances of anyone finding him soon enough. But he continued to stand tall, facing the silvery creature, although he couldn't look at her in the eye anymore. I'm not going.. to kill you, he tried to say, although all he accomplished was to send out silent waves of thoughts which he hoped the lady would sense.

To that very moment, his entire body was frozen. He couldn't feel the gentle breeze that blew around them and sent soothing, little waves down the river anymore, nor could he feel the chilly air of the night. He could only see, and what he saw, was a range of emotions that slowly drowned the female within her own body. He couldn't save her from that kind of drowning. Or could I? He wasn't given enough time to decide, as the next moment he glanced at her, it was all gone; her face was tense like before, although it was obvious she was desperate. It was a state where one couldn't function properly, even though they thought they could. They were incapable of making valid decisions, but they still reacted with whatever they thought appropriate. The hoodied tom knew exactly what it felt like. He had been there.

Eventually, everything was set and planned out, nicely or not. In front of his eyes, the young she-cat picked herself up and turned her back on him; her posture straight, looking tensed and determined. Anything he said wouldn't change her mind now. He needed not waste his breath to try and save her for a second time; whatever she was about to do, and wherever she was about to go, it couldn't be good. He watched her deliberately walk away, as if she was expecting him to follow after her and beg her to try and sort her mind. Her words fell deaf to his ears; he was too busy trying to organise his intensely racing thoughts. He knew not what was the right thing to do anymore. He couldn't know. All he knew was that this was going to be one night he would never be able to forget, as this was one of the most unpredictable cats he had ever met.

His emerald gaze remained locked on the she-cat's feathery tail that swept from side to side as she continued to walk away at a faster pace than before; until it wasn't visible anymore. It was over. She was gone. He would probably see her again; unless the path she had gone for was an one way trip. She had merely vanished into the ghostly mist that floated around the trees, and he had stayed back. She had left him behind, without a single word of appreciation. It was moonhigh. And he was alone. Left with a mildly injured leg, and an unforgivably injured heart.

But it wasn't over. This is where it all begins. His heart skipped a beat and his ears flicked at the sound of a sharp, unnerving sound. At first, he couldn't guess who or what it belonged to. However, after his thoughts flashed to everything that had happened a few minutes ago, his eyes twitched as he repressed a shudder at the thought of the lynx-furred female having gotten in trouble already. He had to react. Even though he didn't have a single clue of what he was supposed to do. After endless moments of keeping still in the same position, leaping towards a tree felt weird. He dug his claws into its base, while pain completely bewildered his mind. He paused, breathless. What am I fighting for?

Rejecting his desire to sit and analyze things further, he began to rapidly make his way up the tree, only being able to think about the she-cat he had rescued. He couldn't ignore his conscience anymore. He needed to do what he needed to do, be it wrong or right, worth it or not. He had to find her, and tell her that he understood her like nobody else ever would. He needed to be close to her again, so that he could reach for her delicate ears, on which he was biting on a few minutes ago, and let her know that he would save her from herself. He had to take her back to camp, even against her will, before anybody would discover they were missing. For if that happened, they were both in hot water.

Jumping from branch to branch, the tom raced through the trees' foliage, following the sound of the desperate yowls that filled the frighteningly dark night and echoed through the forest. He hoped what he was about to see wouldn't scar him for life; he only wished he hadn't waited too long to chase after her. After all, he knew he was going to do it in the end, why had he waited? Finally recognising the silvery pelt of the apprentice through the leaves, he stuck his head out, taking a final clear glance on her before reaching for her shivering body. She didn't look hurt. At least, not physically. She only looked hopeless and surrendered to her own thoughts, which was about just as bad.

As he climbed down the tree, he thought he heard gentle, mumbling words that were most likely aimed at no one. With a sigh, he only continued to hope things weren't as bad as he pictured them to be in his head. He reached for her side, pain stabbing his leg with every step that he took. All he could do was force himself to grow a spine and ignore it, although he knew he was that much closer to losing his will and giving up everything. But he knew it wasn't an option. He settled beside her, breathing heavily. There was just so many things he wanted to tell her, but there was no time. At least, not for now.

Finally gathering the courage to make his move, he attempted to crawl under her soft belly fur, gently pushing himself forward until a good part of the feline lay on his back. Only then did he figure the she-cat still hadn't reacted clearly to him returning for her, which confused him further. He tilted his head, trying to catch her golden gaze off guard, but she wasn't looking his way. "Hey, I'm here." he sighed, knowing it wasn't a very uplifting thing to say. However, he still wished she would understand he was saying it with all its meanings.

"We need to get back to the camp soon. Well, now.. I know you might not be in the mood, but you have to help me." he forced out the words, trying to retain the calmness and stability of his voice. With a motion of his body, he tried to let her know that she needed to sit up, allowing the rest of his back crawl under her in order to lift her. He was well aware of the possibilities that the female had no strength nor will power to drag herself back to camp, but they needed to get there, somehow. He simply hoped he had enough for the both of them.

Word Count » 1767 IM NOT SORRY
Notes » WHAT AM I DOING I'M SORRY THIS IS SO EMOTIONAL *SHEDS TEAR*
Tags » ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ
Muse » 96%

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

She had been dying, she had been saved. But she had acted purely upon her emotions. She had attacked the very same creature that had saved her. Even more, she had insulted him, she had tried to hurt him where nothing could protect him. She had crossed the line. The apprentice dropped her head back on her paws resting on the ground, for the second time that eventful night the young feline felt her emotions fade away, leaving her with the hollow emptiness inside her.

Again, Lynxpaw felt lost, lost like a kit. The apprentice stared blank into the thick mist, she tried to gather herself and find the will in herself to finally get up on her paws. She had lost the sense of time by now, but as she had seen the moon shining right above her head, it must have already been moonhigh.What was not to be found, however, was the will to rise on her paws and drag her dirt-covered body back to the camp, with a sudden sting of fear, Lynxpaw realised she didn't even know which way the camp was. Along with the now growing panic seeded in her mind, Lynxpaw could feel the exhaustion fill her body and making her limbs useless.

Fate seemed to have a different plan with the young feline. Before the she-cat could start worrying about finding her way through the mist and yet un-discovered forests, a slender body slipped under her, supporting her. A familiar voice brought the golden-eyed feline back to the reality. The words spoken surprised Lynxpaw even more than the tom's cold and harsh reply had, earlier. The few words seemed to carry so many feelings, for a second the golden-eyed she-cat thought the tom knew exactly what she felt. The drastic change in the tom's tone had struck the she-cat wordless.

Before the young apprentice had a chance to reply to the tom, to think of what to say, even, he spoke up again. His voice quiet and lulling, silenced the rapid panicking of the she-cat. Somewhere in the back of her head, the she-cat felt a familiar sting of anger. Damn right, I'm not in the mood.

The tom's muscular body nudged Lynxpaw's belly, encouraging her to sit up. Too tired to think, the she-cat lifted the weight of her upper body up on her shaky front limbs, allowing the tom to fully crawl under her belly and lift her up.

Once the tom had helped her up, he attempted to move forward, with the weight of the she-cat on her back. By the first few steps, Lynxpaw knew this wouldn't work. Even though the tom was not small in size, the she-cat was bigger than him, not only was she far too heavy, her limbs dragged along on the ground, making moving forward almost impossible. They were not to reach the camp like this.

Lynxpaw knew she needed to walk her way back by herself. The thought, surprisingly for herself, filled her with confidence. Remaining silent, still, the she-cat slipped herself off the tom. Resting her full weight on her wobbly limbs was not the brightest idea, though, when the apprentice had realised that it was already too late. She managed to stand up for a few seconds, before her hind legs gave up to the pressure and she landed to an awkward sitting position.

The tom had already turned around to face the yellow-eyed lass, probably surprised by the actions of the she-cat. With a relief, Lynxpaw assured herself there was no anger in the shimmering emerald eyes. Yet, the state of the she-cat didn't seem too encouraging for neither of the felines. As it was already too late to fix the mistake made out of foolishly taken actions, Lynxpaw did her best to hide her frustration over her weakness. She blinked to re-focus her golden gaze on the tom's emerald eyes. She could as well use the situation for her own interests.

Finally giving in to the curiosity that had grown since the tom had shown up in the middle of the mist, the she-cat coughed up the first words over.. what time? "Why did you come after me?" the words spoken had a rough sound to them, though, her tone had lost the coldness in it. The idea of the tom knowing what she had felt flashed through the she-cats head again. With a little effort, Lynxpaw suppressed the hope kindled in her, afraid the disappointment would hurt worse than anything else.

Curiously, the she-cat silently observed the tomcat to find any kind of flicker in his mild, surprised expression. The she-cat could sense something more behind those emotions, though, at the time it could as well have been a creation of her own mind, born out of exhaustion and the emotional blizzard in her head.

Words:  1189
Tags: sir writes-a-lot i mean rat
Notes:  i don't even /sobs

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

how desperate are you?

RATPAW :: The double-coloured tom crouched lower to the earth, his soft belly fur gently brushing against the icy cold forest floor. His tiny heart was still beating rapidly against his chest, making him feel as though it was ready to sprint out. It was the middle of the night, and they were far from camp. Should anybody notice their absence, it would be hard to get away with it. They had to hurry, although it seemed like neither of them was capable of even coming close to that. They were both mildly injured yet extremely exhausted, but they had both brought it upon themselves. There was nobody to blame, but them. Which meant they had to deal with it themselves. The green-eyed male knew neither of them would make it out alone, which left them with only one option; teamwork. They had to put up with each other, for or against their will.

He gradually pushed his slim frame under the trembling she-cat as soon as he sensed movement in her shivering body, waiting for it to rise steadily. He felt a rush of fear forcing his eyes to widen as he scented her uneasiness. Her body seemed to stiffen for a few brief seconds, which was probably her silent reply towards his words. The apprentice could understand he had still not earned half of her trust. However, he also knew that she had no choice but to follow him. He was her only hope, or so he wanted to believe. Maybe he, himself, thought her just as weak as everybody else. Did he? He recalled himself silently observing the she-cat's body as it quickly sank under the rushing, raging water. He had waited to see if the creature would make it out on its own. He only made his move after it was finally obvious that the cat would drown if it remained helpless.

A near silent snort of despair left his body in a quick exhale. Thoughts whisked restlessly in his head, draining the energy from his cold limbs even faster. He couldn't help but wonder if they had any chances of making it. Even if they did, all that could be expected was that their clanmates would have already missed them back at the camp. If they didn't hurry, punishment was all that was ahead of them. He battled to distract himself, turning to rest his glowing gaze upon the other feline's tired shoulders. He observed her silently, probing for any hints of unspoken words that were threatening to sprint out. He sensed no movement this time. Deciding to take it as a sign of readiness, the tom gathered what little was left of his strength and pushed himself upwards, unsheathing his sharp claws to grip the earth beneath him as he did so.

A combination of pain and fatigue as he had never known it before flooded his senses, nearly forcing him to collapse on the same spot he was resting on few heartbeats ago. He tried to secure the she-cat's unsteady body on top of him, while he dragged one paw in front of the other waveringly. They were moving in the pace of a snail, and from the looks of it, they were likely to reach the camp by next sunhigh. Only after a few steps, the tomcat paused, his sides heaving as he caught his breath. This wasn't going to work. He peered over his shoulder when he felt the silvery creature sliding down from his back, standing beside him for some split seconds before letting her body collapse on the forest floor once again.

The hooded apprentice settled himself next to her shaky body, giving the messy fur of his back a few licks while he continued to hold the female's yellow gaze with the corner of his eye. He sighed briefly, acknowledging that their actions were approving his concerns. Their only hope seemed to be staying the night out, trying not to be ripped to shreds by foxes or badgers, at best. At worst, attempting to stay off stranger cats' scent, which would be proven to be an even tougher one. He envisioned himself getting captured and becoming just another filthy prisoner to another clan, always in the company of a lynx-furred creature he failed to get along with. His entire body quivered at the thought, and he chased it away quickly.

A faint voice beside him interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to look at the she-cat whose stifled mews had nearly fallen on deaf ears. He turned towards her, his jade-coloured eyes staring right into her own golden ones. "Don't tell me! Dare I sense a tiny hint of gratefulness in those words?" he spat a half-mocking reply, although his green gaze retained its warmth. "Because I have a weak spot for clumsy kits who drown themselves for fun."

He glanced deeply into her eyes, reflecting emotions even he was not aware he possessed. Their shimmering gazes both shone silver under the dim moonlight, giving the young tom a feeling that would be cherished for a long time before it had a chance to begin to fade. He searched for unspoken words he would be interested in hearing in the grey feline's troubled eyes, but her expression seemed unreadable. He suddenly pulled himself away, springing to his paws as he recalled the actual reason he was lost in the mist in company of a cat he barely knew.

"Pull yourself up. We're going." he ordered, relying on his reborn confidence to sound as convincing as an apprentice could possibly sound. He was deeply determined to get the both of them back home at any cost, and this time, he wouldn't hesitate from showing it. As he slowly picked up his pace again, the she-cat's question shone with a blinding light inside his head, distracting him from his goal for a few seconds. He tried to recall the tone the words had been spoken into from the cat's mouth; blunt and straight-forward, but not cold. Hope renewed itself inside him, and he slowed his limp to look behind.

He felt rather impressed to discover his company was rising to its paws, ready to follow him back to camp. Or so he hoped. He knew that getting the stubborn feline to accept his help wouldn't come at once, but he was willing to work on it. After all, it was a fairly long way back home, which indicated he would be given an opportunity to practise. He let an encouraging mew slip from his mouth, and finally paused after several more steps. "Move it, you useless lump of fur!"

Word Count » 1107
Notes » that's right move those fat legs you tailless pathetic excuse for a cat sWAG sobs
Tags » ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ
Muse » 95%

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

<sub>Clumsy kit? How dare he! Lynxpaw heard her own voice inside her head, though she was too tired, too stripped of feelings and happenings of the night to even bother anger herself. She was too weak to teach the tom any manners.

Then she met his gaze, again, for the hundredth time that evening, and it still felt as fresh and striking to her, as if she had seen it for the first time. The golden-eyed lass felt her eyes dry, yet she dared not to blink as it felt like what she saw was about to disappear before her eyes, in one blink of an eye. The hooded tom's emerald eyes seemed to reflect more than all his words had, they reflected something.. familiar. Lynxpaw felt like this was the moment to open her mouth, to say something, to say she understands. That she cares. But before she could open her mouth, the strange tom seemed to have snapped out of it.

"Pull yourself up. We're going." the other apprentice's voice filled with determination, he seemed so confident that, for a second, Lynxpaw really believed it could all end well. The tom turned around and started pacing towards the supposed direction of the camp. His movements were cautious and slow, as if he was away in his thoughts, Lynxpaw wondered if it had something to do with the strange look in the tom's eyes.

Surprisingly, this scared Lynxpaw enough to make her get back on her paws and take a few trembling steps. The hooded apprentice seemed to appreciate Lynxpaw's attempts, as he let out an encouraging mew. The silvery apprentice couldn't help but to feel warmth spread inside her, it was not often she heard any encouragement from others.

It seemed like the tom-cat was going to walk away without even caring to wait for Lynxpaw, who, even with putting all her strength in the game, could manage a slow limp at best. The golden-eyed she-cat had already opened her mouth to slash a few angry words at the hooded apprentice, when said tom stopped and turned back at the she-cat.

"Move it, you useless lump of fur!" his voice had kept the determination and, to Lynxpaw, he sounded more and more bossy. Even though the golden eyed lass could sense the friendliness that hid in the tom's voice, she didn't like the idea of being called a useless furball She pushed away the urge to hiss at her companion, instead she snapped back, "Well, aren't you a charmer." her voice angrier than she had expected, "If we are to move faster, you will have to support me." she added to soften her previous note.

It was embarrassing for the she-cat to ask for help, but she was too tired to even care for her pride. All she needed was to get back to the camp and into her nest. She expected the tom to snap back with a sharp comment or mock her, yet the tom paced back to her and pressed his muscular frame to Lynxpaw's flank, supporting her from one side. She could feel the tom's heart pounding against his ribcage, he was just as nervous about this as she was. The fact surprised Lynxpaw, the tom had sounded so confident.

The odd pair stepped forward in silence, Lynxpaw couldn't tell whether it was a comfortable silence or not. Whatever it was, she was not in the state to argue with the tom, the peace between them felt fragile. After waking for what seemed like eternity to Lynxpaw, she turned her gaze up to eye the sky. Lynxpaw observed a cloud about to cover the moon completely. The pair stopped as the forest grew too dark, even for their eyes.

The silence grew more sinister, and Lynxpaw was eager to break the silence. Another question burned her mind and before she could stop herself, it slipped from her mouth. "Why did you leave your home?" her voice felt rasp, as if she hadn't used it for a while. In an instant after demanding the answer to ease her curiosity she knew she had made another mistake. The tom standing beside her flexed his muscles, his posture tense. Lynxpaw turned to the tom, her belly crunching in anxiety. It was as bad as she had expected. The tom's eyes were burning fierce and determined. His answer was sharp, without any doubt, the she-cat knew she had hit a weak spot.

"This is not a matter you require any knowledge of. I am your clanmate now, you like it or not." he hissed at the silvery she-cat, his emerald eyes sparkling with anger in the returning moonlight. The cloud had passed and the forest was once again filled with the cool light. Only now did Lynxpaw realize that they were standing only a few tail-lenghts of the camp's entrance.

His moves sharp and determined, the tom left the she-cat's side. In grim silence he pushed through the entrance and disappeared. In awe of the tom's reaction, Lynxpaw stared at the spot she had just seen the toms tail flicker before he disappeared behind the barrier of leaves.

She knew she should have felt sorry for the tom, she should have understood. But at that moment, all she could think about was the bitterness of the tom's voice. If he wants war, he can have it. the golden-eyed lass thought angrily as she followed the tom's path through entrance and padded to the apprentice's den.

Pigeonflight had said she could sleep in the nest he had used when he was an apprentice. Back then Lynxpaw had only smiled and thanked him for the offer but insisted that she could take care of herself. Yet, now she was thankful to find the nest that still carried his brother's scent empty and welcoming, even though Pigeonflight had been made a warrior some time ago.

She could spot the lithe body of the hooded tom at the back of the apprentices den, his back at everyone and his tail curled protectively around him. Lynxpaw was too tired to even snap back at him, all she wanted was to sleep. With an irritated snort she collapsed in her spot and curled up.

If it wasn't for the tiredness, the she-cat would have stayed up, living through the events again and again, but right now, the darkness was closing in on her and she dozed off into a deep sleep filled with water closing up on her and blazing emerald eyes of her savior burning through the darkness.</sub>

Notes; lolz finishing post
Words; 1081
Tags; ⋆ Phia ⋆

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

TAGS ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ, ⋆ Phia ⋆ WORDS 12,048 NOTES that's so sexy sobs you should play ratpaw you're too good at it I MEAN. WELL. AREN'T I A CHARMER. :) evilest thread ever 83 /SHOT/ these two are so adorable <//3

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• THREAD SUMMARY: An unforeseen meeting brings two apprentices together. Unfortunately, since the very first moment, facts show it won't be a very pleasant one. Although Ratpaw risks his own life to rescue an unlucky denmate from a much-expected fall into the river, Lynxpaw doesn't proceed to show any kind of immediate gratitude. With their argument leading one thing to another, the two apprentices end up surrounded by the mist of the deer clearing, but soon enough realise they should be far away from there, at their clan's camp. Young Ratpaw doesn't hesitate to make a second attempt to break the ice between the two of them, although it seems it won't be so easy to earn Lynxpaw's trust after all.