a force to be reckoned with [seafang]

[vanya,]

I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO

can't you see i'm no one's angel

[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top] how can you say those things, why can't you just believe?   how can you say those things and keep a straight face?   i lie, not because i want to, but i seem to need to all the time Sun shone like fire arcing the sky, and the wind felt like it was tearing claws through Owlflight's pelt as she moved across AshClan territory towards the border between it and AspenClan. Still, though, she did not falter, her steps dedicated: she carried a very important message today, a message that could not wait any longer. Her Clan was in ruin. The new leader had about as much gut as an earthworm, and the medicine cat was disgustingly kind. Everything was going terribly, simply terribly, and so with the newfound realization of what she carried within her she made a decision to leave this foolish AshClan, once and for all. Her paws touched upon familiar earth, the median between sooty plain and lush forest. Above her, in the oak tree that was their meetingplace, was a deep hollow, which she knew held the likes of a ghost-faced barn owl. He was an interesting bird, though usually she paid him no mind. She was not here to chitchat with forest creatures. No, Owlflight was here to meet the tom who'd stolen her heart, Seafang. A brilliant brute of a cat, he was, who had ambitions that matched hers pace for pace. The thought of what they could accomplish together simply made her dizzy. Especially now... She wasn't sitting there long before she spotted his ginger pelt. She rushed forward, no care for the boundary, and touched noses with him. "Seafang! I have news," she meowed, stroking her long plumed tail along his cheek in her characteristically seductive greeting. "It seems that we will have more than just emotion between us soon." She casts a two-toned glance towards her belly, which is looking uncharacteristically round, before looking back at him. She is certain he'll understand what she means; he's not a dumb cat, not in the least. Then her gaze turns serious, her eyes fixing on him. "I want to leave AshClan," she continues. "There's nothing left for me there." She moved forward slightly, nosing his shoulder. "Let me come with you, and I will help you to power." Owlflight's eyes flash with excitement and something dark...something deadly. She's a cat to reckon with, indeed.

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] What had the she-cat called him down for a meeting for now? He had an apprentice to mentor these days, the thought making a smile curve over his lips. Mothpaw would be an excellent apprentice, the best in the clan if not all the clans. He would ensure it, and knew she would work hard. The two had a cohesive relationship, he had known the apprentice since she were a kit, he was at their birth and had officially met her in the Dark Forest, a place he rarely visited these days. As he walked a thought crossed his mind, would he care if Mothpaw visited the Place of No Stars, if she received extra training? It could not be better than his own, he had had three mentors, well two really Raggedclaws never did him any good. Yet Mothpaw would not have to deal with that, she would have the best mentor, the strongest. The bulky ginger warrior pushed his apprentice from his mind, when he spotted the multi-toned gaze of Owlflight awaiting him. He touched noses with her, one of the few she-cat, or cats in general he was comfortable having any closeness with. Flicking his thick ostrich-tail of a plume he watched her, his deep blue gaze scanning her body unsure what she was so excited about. He was not always the most observant cat. They had only recently declared what they felt for each other and the tom was still uneasy with the word love, but it was what he felt for her. She was his match in every way, his equal. As she began speaking, he lifted his muzzle as her tail slipped under it, trying to keep his eyes on her and listen intently. Whatever she had to say must be important to call him in the middle of the day to meet. More than just emotion between them? It took him less than a heartbeat to realize what she was saying, kits! A burst of pride swelled through him, he felt his chest puff out. Her next comment could not have made him happier, his kits, in his clan. "Of course, my kits will not be raised anywhere else," he said giving her ear a lick and moving to stand beside her, purring proudly. "Come, let us introduce you to your new clan and the nursery, Scarredstar will not turn away a queen," he said praying his leader was wise enough not to anger him. His kits deserved the best, they already had the best parents, so they only needed the best clan.

[vanya,]

I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO

can't you see i'm no one's angel

[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top] how can you say those things, why can't you just believe?   how can you say those things and keep a straight face?   i lie, not because i want to, but i seem to need to all the time Excitement arcs through Owlflight's body like lightning. Everything is going so well! And she knows just what she needs to do. She'd planned, thought deeply. Seafang would soon be grateful he'd chosen her; she is willing to help him to reach greatness beyond anything ever seen before on the island. But she mustn't get ahead of herself. Owlflight is an intelligent cat; she knows hastiness will ruin everything she'd carefully plotted. So she brings herself back to the present, and follows him through the woods. Pawstep by pawstep. That is how things need to be done. Slowly and surely. The woods are so strange, so different from her sooty home. The feel of undergrowth under her pawpads is springy and strange...but yes, this is nice...she can get used to this. The smell of prey is all around her; ahh, these cats have it so easy! She snaps out and catches a small mouse as it scuttles by, foolishly. It's a good idea to bring fresh-kill with her, since she's petitioning them to join their Clan. Owlflight follows Seafang's ginger fur to the AspenClan camp. The earthy scent of their warriors wreathes around her, and their eyes turn to fix on her suspiciously. What is she doing here, they seem to ask. Why is she invading our camp? Near a fallen log at the head of the camp, she sees a familiar mangled tabby face. Scarredstar. Bile rises in her throat at the very sight of him, but no: he's central to her plans. She needs to act as though she likes him. The torn tom's one blue eye fixes on them, confused and suspicious. Filthy mouseheart of a cat, she thinks, but she works to keep her expression shy yet friendly. All in good time, Owlflight, she tells herself. All in good time...

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