Post by [.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.] on Jun 13, 2007 23:21:49 GMT -5
"Love her!! You think I love her?!" Deathblood spat furiously, giving a cold, heartless laugh. "I love another she-cat. Not..... Blossomblood." He said the former-rogue she-cat's name as if he were spitting out mouse bile - just the way Falcon loved to hear Blossomblood's dratted name said. "I was just trying to get on her good side," the deputy insisted. "Make her think she was better than she is." He was about to reply, but Blazzingblood cut in.
Falcon's top lip quivered in the suggestion of a snarl as he listened to the two toms quarreling obnoxiously. Finally, Deathblood put an end to it and turned to face Darkness as the RougeClan leader called out to his deputy in an agitated tone of voice.
"Falcon," Blazzingblood growled. Falcon's fur lay flat again now that he was speaking to a cat who understood him, and not that good-for-nothing Deathblood who was always in denial, thinking he was so much better than everyone else just because he had an important rank, and thinking he could never do anything wrong, it was always someone else! ((And I'm saying that in-character. ;D))
"What are the point of emotions?" Blazzingblood asked in a grumpy voice. "They just give me hate." The warrior rested his head on his front paws, his eyes glimmering with something that looked like...sadness? "I am only 14 moons, Falcon, what am I doing! I am leading myself into StarClan..."
Falcon gasped, his yellow pools suddenly growing wide. He unsheathed his claws, though he would never hurt the other tom, seemingly the only one who understood how he felt. "You. Believe. In...StarClan?!" he spat in disbelief. But that wasn't important right now. Besides, his friend was probably just trying to say that he was driving himself straight into the ground with what he was doing with his life at such a young, helpless, and vulnerable age, such an easy target for cats like Darkness and Deathblood and...Blossomblood.
Falcon released a low, tense growl as he thought of the snooty, sarcastic femme again, but he quickly pushed his hateful thoughts away. Blazzingblood was the only friend he had ever had, and probably the only friend he ever would have, so he didn't want his selfishness to get in the way of their blossoming friendship.
"Well, I think you're wrong about emotions," he mewed in a teasing voice. "You look so sad right now. That's an emotion other than hate, right?" Falcon purred in amusement and playfully cuffed Blazzingblood over the head with one massive, yet gentle forepaw. "And we're RougeClan cats; we almost never feel anything other than rage and hatred!" And if you know Blossomblood, that's a fact, he silently remarked to himself.
Falcon's top lip quivered in the suggestion of a snarl as he listened to the two toms quarreling obnoxiously. Finally, Deathblood put an end to it and turned to face Darkness as the RougeClan leader called out to his deputy in an agitated tone of voice.
"Falcon," Blazzingblood growled. Falcon's fur lay flat again now that he was speaking to a cat who understood him, and not that good-for-nothing Deathblood who was always in denial, thinking he was so much better than everyone else just because he had an important rank, and thinking he could never do anything wrong, it was always someone else! ((And I'm saying that in-character. ;D))
"What are the point of emotions?" Blazzingblood asked in a grumpy voice. "They just give me hate." The warrior rested his head on his front paws, his eyes glimmering with something that looked like...sadness? "I am only 14 moons, Falcon, what am I doing! I am leading myself into StarClan..."
Falcon gasped, his yellow pools suddenly growing wide. He unsheathed his claws, though he would never hurt the other tom, seemingly the only one who understood how he felt. "You. Believe. In...StarClan?!" he spat in disbelief. But that wasn't important right now. Besides, his friend was probably just trying to say that he was driving himself straight into the ground with what he was doing with his life at such a young, helpless, and vulnerable age, such an easy target for cats like Darkness and Deathblood and...Blossomblood.
Falcon released a low, tense growl as he thought of the snooty, sarcastic femme again, but he quickly pushed his hateful thoughts away. Blazzingblood was the only friend he had ever had, and probably the only friend he ever would have, so he didn't want his selfishness to get in the way of their blossoming friendship.
"Well, I think you're wrong about emotions," he mewed in a teasing voice. "You look so sad right now. That's an emotion other than hate, right?" Falcon purred in amusement and playfully cuffed Blazzingblood over the head with one massive, yet gentle forepaw. "And we're RougeClan cats; we almost never feel anything other than rage and hatred!" And if you know Blossomblood, that's a fact, he silently remarked to himself.