Post by [.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.] on Jun 9, 2007 1:23:45 GMT -5
The massive jet black paws of a white, yellow-eyed tom stalked into the RougeClan camp. His face was twisted with anger, hate, and fury all morphed together to form one unexplainable feeling of rage. And who was this unbelievable terror directed at? The newest warrior of RogueClan, a former rogue she-cat named Blossomblood. She was such a smartmouth. No matter how furious you got at the femme, she would just be satisfied with your anger, and no matter what she always had a smug reply to shoot back in a calm, casual tone of voice. The tomcat had only just met her, and already he hated her with every scrap of his existence and all of Tigerstar's nine lives, power, and evilness. She had made him sway on his paws with fury. But she couldn't be stopped. And everyone liked her confidence and heartlessness so much that they were complimenting her and insulting and picking on Falcon.
"Blossomblood," he said in a low, angry growl as he walked over to the fresh-kill pile in a huff and laid down. "Blossomblood, Blossomblood, Blossomblood. I wouldn't give a mousetail if I never had to hear that badger dung name ever again in my life! I hate Blossomblood. I hate her!" Falcon's voice had risen to a furious yowl, but he didn't feel one twinge of embarrassment as many cats turned their heads and stared at him. He felt hollow; he didn't feel any emotions other than rage, fury, horrible anger, and white hot hatred. He had nothing to stand for anymore. He didn't even enjoy RogueClan anymore, or being a part of it, just because Blossomblood was now a warrior too, and they would always have to be together, work together. He would rather become a single rogue and work alone to rule the forest, and he was confident in saying that he could easily accomplish that sinister dream of his before any of RougeClan! He didn't enjoy anything in life anymore, and he had no reason, no purpose. And all. Because. Of Blossomblood. That dratted, blasted Blossomblood!
"When she walks into camp..." he breathed, his voice evil and bloodthirsty, "...I would love to leap at her and slit her throat, get rid of my problem once and for all. But I can't. Mousebrained Darkness likes her too much! So I'm just...going to ignore her and see if she says anything. And I won't get mad, as hard as it'll be. What use would it be, anyway, if all I'm gonna get is something far from respect: Mocking, teasing, jeering, smugness...That stupid smartmouth!" Nothing mattered anymore...The only thing he ever thought about anymore was killing Blossomblood.
"Blossomblood," he said in a low, angry growl as he walked over to the fresh-kill pile in a huff and laid down. "Blossomblood, Blossomblood, Blossomblood. I wouldn't give a mousetail if I never had to hear that badger dung name ever again in my life! I hate Blossomblood. I hate her!" Falcon's voice had risen to a furious yowl, but he didn't feel one twinge of embarrassment as many cats turned their heads and stared at him. He felt hollow; he didn't feel any emotions other than rage, fury, horrible anger, and white hot hatred. He had nothing to stand for anymore. He didn't even enjoy RogueClan anymore, or being a part of it, just because Blossomblood was now a warrior too, and they would always have to be together, work together. He would rather become a single rogue and work alone to rule the forest, and he was confident in saying that he could easily accomplish that sinister dream of his before any of RougeClan! He didn't enjoy anything in life anymore, and he had no reason, no purpose. And all. Because. Of Blossomblood. That dratted, blasted Blossomblood!
"When she walks into camp..." he breathed, his voice evil and bloodthirsty, "...I would love to leap at her and slit her throat, get rid of my problem once and for all. But I can't. Mousebrained Darkness likes her too much! So I'm just...going to ignore her and see if she says anything. And I won't get mad, as hard as it'll be. What use would it be, anyway, if all I'm gonna get is something far from respect: Mocking, teasing, jeering, smugness...That stupid smartmouth!" Nothing mattered anymore...The only thing he ever thought about anymore was killing Blossomblood.