Back at Camp (Moved to territory)

[Fallinggaze]

Back at the camp, Firepaw and Ashtail took the kill to the elders. The elders looked to Firepaw and flicked their tails telling them that they can come in. Firepaw put the kill in the middle for them to take, and Ashtail did the same. The elders thanked them, and told Firepaw and Ashtail some nice stories.

[Fallinggaze]

After the stories were all finished, it was dark, so Firepaw grabbed a tasty mouse, and went to find his sisters to share with. When entering the Nursery, he forgot he was an apprentice now, and said 'Hello' to his mother. He reached the apprentice den, where he talked with the other apprentices.
"Did you guys happen to see my sisters?" asked Firepaw.
"No, I think I heard someone going on about them doing something, and that they're in Smokeleaf's den now," answered one of the apprentices.
"Thanks."
Firepaw padded over to Smokeleaf's den to see his sisters. He asked if they'd like to have any kill, but they kindly said 'no'.

[Fallinggaze]

Meanwhile, Ashtail was speaking with another cat about Firepaw's skills.
"Yeah," Ashtail said, "He caught the vole wonderful, but made too much noise." He calmly waited for the cat's answer.

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((OOC: Falling, if you're going to role-play Ashtail and Firepaw like this, you really have to make a profile for them. Role-playing all this by yourself just cuts down in the number of parts that I'm sure other people would love to play, and means that we have to resort to sticking to pre-fabricated roles, like the one you created and that I'm slipping Rivershadow into ^^ I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to make Ashtail's bio and wait for him to be accepted if you're going to respond to this post ^^;
And Sea, if you want to bring Spottedwing into this, now is as good a time as any! ;) ))

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Rivershadow nodded along to Ashtail's monologue. To be honest, the young warrior had little concern for an apprentice's progress. How he'd gotten roped into this conversation with Ashtail about Firepaw was beyond him: he was only interested in getting some fresh-kill for midday meal, maybe share it with someone who didn't talk too much, then head back out on border patrol with whoever would take him. And if that didn't fly, well, he'd just head out of camp and spend some time on his own. If there was one thing he loved about being a warrior, it was that, after six moons of being escorted everywhere, he was now allowed to follow his own rules. Unfortunately, that same rule didn't apply to social conversation. If he was willing to annoy the senior warrior, he might just play into Ashtail's expectations: play the miscreant young warrior, out to annoy his betters. Rivershadow wouldn't mind Ashtail hating him. It wasn't like Rivershadow himself ever showed any love to his clanmates.

As it was, he'd probably cut the warrior short very soon unless he shut up. Blah blah voles, blah blah noise... There was something peculiarly nasal about his voice. Nasal. Highly irritating. Like a mosquito you just couldn't wait to crush under your forepaw. His dark eyes flicked back and forth, watching the tom's lips but not paying attention to what was coming out of them. And then he realised the movement had stopped. Ashtail was actually waiting for an answer. Rivershadow just shrugged his shoulders. "Then fix his stance."
Ashtail had trained apprentices before. Rivershadow was a fresh warrior, and while he didn't like the fact, he was perfectly concious of it. It infuriated him. So little experience! And yet there were things to do, cats to fight: cats that would best him with criminal ease unless he got years more training... Years! And in that time he had to suffer insults, defeats... Not to mention the pity of his clan and that Smokeleaf's bile-inducing treatments.
The rest of the camp fairly buzzed with activity, oblivious to the simmering thoughts of the dark young warrior. But to Rivershadow's ears, the buzz it was too similar to Ashtail's tone. StarClan's whiskers, why did everyone have such irritating voices? Didn't they know that cats were supposed to meow, not whine? He almost opened his mouth to say something, but instead dismissed it with a flick of his tail. His tone in the earlier statement indicated that he expected no response. Turning away was simply a compound of the gesture.

Grabbing a finch (no chance of him choosing any voles after that exchange) he glanced around at the cats who were enjoying their own meals around him. Maybe he'd eat out of camp this time. The feathers were beginning to tickle his nose, and he might sneeze all over their dreadful faces if he didn't leave right now.

[Seafeather]

Spottedwing

"Good luck getting past the feathers. I can't stand them!" She stated to a younger warrior called Rivershadow. "It's best to eat them outside the camp unless you want to completely embarrass yourself." Spottedwing saw the unamused look on his face. "Er...want to eat together? My friend is out and I've seen you around. You don't talk very much or have many friends. At least, none that I've seen." Spottedwing stopped talking in that instant. She realized that she was the one who was talking to much. Her pelt burning with shame, she walked on with the tom. She already ate so she wouldn't get anything from the fresh-kill pile.

They walked out from the tunnel of branches and pine needles until they were several fox lengths from it. This felt...interesting. Going with a cat she barely knew. He was mysterious. Hardly opening to anyone, and she wanted to crack the code, find the key and unlock him. Spottedwing felt that if she could get closer to him, he would eventually open up to her and tell her things that no one else knew. She didn't pry, and she wasn't a gossip. But she cared for other cats. And Rivershadow...he was hurting. The awkward silence lagged on until he was halfway done with the feathery finch.

"So...what is your favorite thing to do? Hunting or fighting?" Spottedwing felt she knew the answer, but this was a good ice-breaker. Interests.

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ICEGLADE

Iceglade's pelt pricked with irritation, so she was out was she? Could Spottedwing wait a moment at least? She was just walking into camp, caring a nice juicy vole when she heard Spottedwing, ""Er...want to eat together? My friend is out and I've seen you around. You don't talk very much or have many friends. At least, none that I've seen." Her ear twitched, it sounded like Spottedwing really wanted to go out with this mysterious young cat. Well, she was younger, they trained together, but he still was a bit creepy. She looked at this cats pelt, it was smooth and glossy, muscle rippling underneath the skin. His blue-gray fur shined in the sunlight. He was a mildly handsome cat, she had to agree with Spottedwing, why else would Spottedwing be padding after him?

Rivershadow. That was his name, he was always so secretive and daring, plus, he wasn't her type. She smiled grimly at the sight of Spottedwing and Rivershadow together, wasn't Spottedwing a bit, er, old - Spottedwing would kill her if she heard that - to be padding after a tom this young? StarClan forbid, Spottedwing ever heard what she just said, she would rip her pelt off! Hmmm...she wondered...Why Rivershadow? She knew that Spottedwing could do so much better.
She thought about it, it was a beautiful day, the birds were chirping, just waiting to be eaten, and the earth was damp and moist with the just fallen rain. Maybe it was a sign, maybe they - Spottedwing and Rivershadow - were meant to be together!

She quickly padded after them, secrecy had always been her thing. She decided to watch them, and then jump in at the right moment if she was almost caught. As they padded through the forest, Iceglade padding a few fox-lengths behind, they were entirely silent. She almost hissed, why wasn't Spottedwing making her move?

As they got further and further into the forest, Spottedwing finally spoke, "So...what is your favorite thing to do? Hunting or fighting?" Iceglade rolled her eyes, Spottedwing obviously need lessons on how to talk to toms.

OOC: OMG! Iceglade is soo off! and she's a stalker! ZOMG!

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((OOC: Ahaha I totally did not forget about this thread, sorry! XD) ))

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Feathers? Rivershadow turned, finch in mouth, to see a ginger-pelted she-cat padding over to him. Ah. Seastar's apprentice.
The dark-pelted tom nodded roughly at Spottedwing's suggestion; he hadn't actually thought of how he was going to get past the feathers without making a fool of himself. Mind you, anyone who commented on his eating habits wouldn't have improved his attitude towards them, but the fact that Spottedwing had chosen to come to him, just to point out how to properly eat a finch, irritated him considerably-- more so because her solution was obvious, and something that he'd taken to doing anyway. The only reasons he bothered to come into camp were to deposit his kills, and to join a border patrol if it was asked of him.
But of course, someone just had to take an interest in him while he was eating, didn't they? And she was the leader's personal body-guard to boot. He chose to use the vole in his mouth as an excuse to not respond to what she'd asked him, instead simply heading for the entrance. If she followed him, he'd be forced to make conversation, and that was something that he simply did not want to do. When had he last had a full conversation with a cat since Goldenheart? Never. The memory of the last she-cat he'd ever loved... Pff. He would have spat at the idea of loving her if his mouth hadn't been full of feathers.

He could hear her trotting up behind him as he found a nice spot under a pine tree, and none too subtly refused to make eye contact. Cats just couldn't leave him alone, could they? He'd hoped that she might have stopped to get something from the pile, and then he could've run somewhere to have his meal in peace. (Of course, that plan required her to be too embarrassed to try tracking him, and he'd never bothered to judge the emotional tendencies of other cats since Goldenheart.)
She sat opposite him as he began to awkwardly pluck the feathers out of the finch. Honestly, the birds took half the fun out of a meal with all the feathers they had on. Even mice, stupid though they were, knew that they were prey and thus could be easily stripped down by a predator. But not these feather-brains: they had to make every meal an ordeal. And even as he ate (still refusing to look at her) he could feel her eyes on him.
Reluctantly, as he half-finished the paltry little bird, he pushed it towards the warrior. Wasn't that what you were supposed to do? Most cats got a piece of prey each, except in leafbare when things got bad, but because Spottedwing hadn't gotten something of her own, he assumed that she was eyeing up his feathery entrée.

"So, what is your favourite thing to do? Hunting or fighting?"
Rivershadow looked up as she began to speak, but her bright, almost forced tone made him look back at the camp. The light out here was duller than in the clearing, and his eyes darkened even further as he tried to think of an acceptable answer. He didn't really like anything. Fighting was fine, but only as long as he cared about winning. Hunting was fine, as long as he could savour the prey himself, without having to adhere to that ridiculous code and traipse from one side of the territory to the other to deposit a starve finch and a mouse or two onto the fresh-kill pile. Her cheery tone made his head ache.
"Umm... Fighting, I guess." That was the typical tom's answer, and hopefully what she'd been looking for. She would have fled for the hills if he told her that he'd rather get revenge on IvyClan for the loss of Bronzepaw, or slaughter every badger alive until he felt he'd avenged Goldenheart. Actually, he should've said that: maybe then he'd get some peace around here.

[Seafeather]

Spottedwing

"Umm...fighting, I guess." Rivershadow replied. Spottedwing flinched, she knew why he'd turned his back on her. She was annoying him. Spottedwing didn't have very many friends and she hoped that he would've been the one for her. Spottedwing sighed. She hated finches and feathers, but she had a secret.

"Hey, want to know a secret about how to rid finches of feathers?" She inquired as he took another bite of the feathers to strip the finch of. "I'll tell you if you tell me something about yourself. In exchange for a secret, you tell me something. Does that sound okay?" Spottedwing in her heart knew that there was a high chance he wouldn't want her help, but she couldn't help herself. She was also hurting, she was alone. Everyone in the camp was only her friend. She wanted a mate. Someone to love her, to lick her and nuzzle her. To be everything that everyone had failed to do. And she wanted Rivershadow to be that tom.

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The day was almost obnoxiously sunny now, turning the pine needles overhead a curious shade of greeny-gold. Like that weird golden orb, the she-cat's glare felt as if it would burn a hole In his chest. Did she have a problem with him? And if that were the case, why the heck wasn't she leaving him alone? All he wanted was to eat that cursed finch in peace, but he'd offered it to her and she hadn't even looked at it. Clearly she wasn't about to eat it. Messily -aggressively- he started to pull the feathers out with his teeth, facing away from her to spit them out. Mercifully, none took a liking to his face and got stuck to him: he didn't think he could handle that.

The bird was mostly plucked by the time she spoke up again.
"Hey, want to know a secret about how to rid finches of feathers?"
Rivershadow grimaced. More worldly wisdom from the queen of the cats? Wow, was he excited. He attacked the finch with a little more gusto.
"I'll tell you if you tell me something about yourself."
The tom's expression narrowed, glaring at the carcass before him. Thank goodness the poor half-eaten sucker was already dead, or else it might have gone a second time. Ginger paws out of the corner of his eye. He felt something crack, before crawling back to reality. He'd lost both sisters, loved both sisters. Neither were about to come back: neither should be able to forgive him.
"In exchange for a secret, you tell me something. Does that sound okay?"
No, no it was for from OK. Goldenheart was his memory; Bronzepaw had been his best friend. He wouldn't share their memory with a cat who wouldn't understand, least of all a cat who had lived her life under Seastar's wing. What did she know about loss? She had no right to demand memories from him In exchange for some poxy method of plucking a bird. And yet, her eyes... Those golden eyes were so familiar. But he shook away the memories. 'Clear your head, mousebrain.' No. She wasn't going to put him through that again, just the same way he wasn't going to let her talk to him, look at him, even stay in his head for longer than she had to for him to get away from her. But he didn't bare his teeth. He wasn't going to show emotion: never, never, never.

He attacked the finch for a little longer, until it was almost completely featherless and bleeding all over the pine needles. The feathers tickled his nose and made him sneeze. Embarrassed , he glanced up, his gaze daring her to challenge him. But something in his face crumbled. It didn't have to be the first secret that came to mind: what was he, stupid? He could tell her about the time he fumbled over his first catch, or when he actually caught something without his mentor watching. It didn't have to be funny. It didn't have to hurt.
The mostly-bare bird was pushed back between her paws. "Show me first," he mumbled, keeping his eyes carefully on the finch, then sneezed again. "I swear it's infectious."

[Seafeather]

Spottedwing

"Show me first," he grumbled. Spottedwing gave an almost smug smile. She had a good way of getting into heads, but she didn't like to use it. But in this case she wanted to get into his head. She wanted to crack the code, but the mind is set with trip wires, you trigger one you triggered them all. And once you do, that mind will either never trust again you never trust you.

Spottedwing grabbed the finch from between his paws. He made it into a ravaged bird which was almost unrecognizable. She unsheathed her claws and ran them upward the finch's body so that they were going the opposite way the feathers were running and they came out perfectly. Within a matter of seconds it was feather free.

"Now, tell me something about you. I'll tell you something about myself too." Spottedwing insisted. Something about Rivershadow screamed at her to leave him be, but another part said stay and comfort. He must be hurting. Everyone knew he loved 'the sisters' and lost them and hated everyone after that. But Spottedwing wanted to help, whether it be from a distance or close range.

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((OOC: Psst, Seafeather. They weren't his sisters: he was in love with them XD.))

The grey tom eyed her suspiciously as she took the finch, then unsheathed her claws. Maybe she needed a bit of therapy, this perfect kitty-cat. But no: running her claws against the way the feathers grew... It was ingenious, and strangely suitable to the task. 'Better than ripping them out with your teeth, eh?' He frowned at the patchy-looking job on his own parts. The skin was visible, certainly, but there were still downy feathers clinging on as if their lives depended on it, and the skin was pock-marked with holes and torn flesh where he'd ripped out the longer feathers. He offered Spottedwing a grudging nod. It was a good technique, and he filed it away for later use.

But fair was fair, and now he... Great StarClan, he had to talk to the wretched she-cat. Too much social interaction in one day. He could feel his head starting to ache and -despite having kept his gaze on the finch for most of the conversation anyway- sat a little more comfortably and turned his head away from her, making sure that only his peripheral vision could check for any signs of movement in his direction. To all intents and purposes, he was studying the bark of the pine tree very intensely.
The thick, heady scent of pine sap went a long way towards easing the pain in his head, and in his chest. What memories could he dredge up to make her go away? Bronzepaw's burial? His first kill? His most recent? What did she want from him?!
It was quite plain that she wasn't going to leave without payment for her little party trick, and he didn't exactly have a choice not to tell her anything. Stone cat he might be, but he wouldn't go back on a deal. Although it was so very, very tempting...

"Now, tell me something about you. I'll tell you something about myself too."

He must be hesitating too long. He could feel the usual mask that he carried around beginning to slip. And, equally unpleasantly, he could feel her anticipation boring into him like a claw to the throat.

"Um..." Surely he had something interesting that he could tell her? Something that meant nothing to him but might mean everything to her? He dredged through and came up with nothing, not one thing, that he wanted to part with.
"I don't believe in StarClan!"

He might have growled the words, but the second they left his lips, he could feel how childish they sounded. He felt like a little rabbit, grubbing for attention in the dust. And she... she was a hawk. Hovering above him like the predator that she was --that the whole of FrostClan was. Spottedwing. She wasn't exactly leaving him much of a choice. But now she knew, and there was no taking that one back. What he couldn't tell her was the emptiness that he felt when he looked to the sky, the sheer absence of any prescience and yet the feeling of being... What? Small, so small, and yet part of something His clan, the clan he hated, that reviled him and that he reviled in turn. And of course... IvyClan. That age-old rivalry, guaranteed by a leader whose claws moved faster than his mind, both of which being wicked-sharp and not something you would want to meet on first-name terms. Not, that is, unless you were Rivershadow.

[Seafeather]

Spottedwing

Spottedwing tilted her head to the side as if to see another point of view. Didn't believe in StarClan? Was he crazy?! Spottedwing felt for him though. He was lost because of his lost love, after the second one died everything had no meaning. Spottedwing almost did the same thing. "I had no real mother," she began. "but I had a foster mother who loved me. But when I became an apprentice she died. I was lost. Hated StarClan, even hated my friends. But Seastar -Seafeather then- took me under her wing and retaught me to love and forgive. I know it sounds mousy but I don't care." Spottedwing became almost fierce. "You might think that I grovel at Seastar's paws but I don't. She treats me as an equal, but she's like my mother. She raised me to who I am today."

Spottedwing watched as Rivershadow flicked his tail to show he was listening, if not at all then a little bit. Spottedwing looked up into the sky, it was almost night and StarClan was just appearing. "When I become leader, I'll tell you if I see your loves in StarClan. I promise!" Spottedwing truly meant it, but she felt pain inside. If they became mates, would he still love her in StarClan? Or would he love them?

[fαllεη •]

don't cling to me, I swear I can't fix you...

There was his stupid mouth, running away with him again. He could've cursed if he'd had it in him, but he just felt uncomfortable. He hadn't even told Goldenheart that, and he'd been old enough by then to know that StarClan weren't going to present themselves at his doorstep like a neatly-killed vole. No, he'd have to go on a wild goose chase, looking for shapes in the stars that didn't exist, or some sign that might have been left by a starry warrior. But he wasn't going to go looking for something that didn't exist. Only the mad went looking for things like that. He clearly wasn't mad, so why should he?

He glanced at the half of uneaten bird between her paws, perfectly plucked and de-feathered. Wasn't she going to eat what had just been dropped neatly between her paws? He could use the feeling of teeth sinking into his skin right about now.

"I had no real mother, but I had a foster mother who loved me. But when I became an apprentice she died. I was lost. Hated StarClan, even hated my friends. But Seastar -Seafeather then- took me under her wing and retaught me to love and forgive. I know it sounds mousy but I don't care."

She was sweet. Almost as sweet as Goldenheart had been... Hells, but he was thinking about them too much lately! He promised himself that he'd forget, and that had done well for him so far. He'd almost forgotten Bronzepaw's name a few moons ago, and with Spottedwing talking to him it was all he could do to keep from blurting their names out like some mouse-brained idiot. He had to concentrate on the real world, not on one that hurt him and that he could never change. Seastar had done all that for Spottedwing? He couldn't believe that FrostClan's leader was that... well, he could. She was a kind leader, even he could tell that. But the idea that someone could be 'taught' to love grated against his head. Rivershadow had wanted to forget that word even more thoroughly than he'd forgotten their names. But now he couldn't help noticing the ferocity that was encroaching on her tone, and almost flinched away, ready for the blast of emotion that was to come.

"You might think that I grovel at Seastar's paws but I don't. She treats me as an equal, but she's like my mother. She raised me to who I am today."

Mother? Hah. Rivershadow had never felt as if he needed his mother, or his father. Sure, he had always been grateful to them for raising him and loving him and all, but he wasn't like some cats who lived their lives constantly at their parents' sides. Spottedwing didn't seem like that sort of cat. Seastar might be like her mother, but Spottedwing was... something else.
His tail flicked, almost absent-mindedly, leaving the tom lost in thought. Had Spottedwing ever loved? He had never paid attention to other cats beyond what they demanded of him, and even though he must have trained with Spottedwing as an apprentice, but he didn't remember seeing Seastar watching admiringly over her shoulder --though he did remember one day seeing the two together. Seastar's first act as leader had been to make her darling Spottedpaw into a warrior. Rivershadow felt a cold chill dance down his spine. It couldn't have been easy for his own mentor, having such a temperamental apprentice... But he threw those thoughts off quickly, going back to staring at the sky. 'StarClan' would be out soon.

"When I become leader, I'll tell you if I see your loves in StarClan. I promise!"

Rivershadow's dark eyes widened in horror before he could stop them. No-one should have promised him that kind of thing. he wasn't going to believe in StarClan just because some cats believed he might see his sweethearts there. And the cold shiver ran down his spine again. He didn't believe in StarClan -every fibre of him screamed against it- but if they did exist... would they want him to choose? He'd grown to love them in different ways and had loved them both for different reasons. ''But of course StarClan doesn't exist, so you'll never have to make that choice!"
He felt as if he should say something to that, but his mouth felt dry and clammy. So, as always, something sinister slipped out. "Filling the great cat's shoes, of course. I should've guessed."

still in the dark, can you fix me?

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OOC: He was going to blurt something about her hoping that Seastar would die, but that was far too harsh O.o

[Seafeather]

Spottedwing

Spottedwing thought she saw a flicker of emotion cross his face, but then it went back to a mask. Stone. Unreadable. Inaccessible.

"Filling the great cat's paws, of course. I should've guessed." He blurted. Anger flared, no, coursed through her body like wildfire. It took all of the self-control in her mind and body not to claw off his petty face. Spottedwing glared at him, imagining his pelt bursting into flames. She would like that, very much so right now.

"You should know, since you always have ambitions." She spat back at him. Every word flowed with such venom, it would take a while for him to recuperate from the venomous attack. Sarcasm and acid wove together in that one sentence. As far as Spottedwing knew, he didn't try at anything. He never spoke to anyone, did anything but what was needed of him, never even tried to have fun. She shot the finch back at him with a flick of her paw. She turned her back to him and went ridged. The hairs of her spine stood on end, her claws gripped the ground, anything to keep herself from falling apart as she once did. But she couldn't hold it back any longer. The impulse to fall apart again was to much.

"You'll never know!" She shouted. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "You are lucky! You are lucky and take what you had for granted! I've never had the chance to be with someone I love, and be loved in return. You had two chances." Adrenaline shot through her like a drug. "You'll never know what it's like to love someone and have them push you aside like you're nothing. I know this feeling better than anyone! Everyday I'm reminded of it. At this very moment in fact." That last sentence slipped out. She didn't mean for him to know. Spottedwing's eyes grew large, she turned on her heels and climbed the nearest tree. She would always do this, she had a knack for climbing. She would do this exact thing after her mother died. It took them days to get her out, and she was broken again. Seemingly irreparable.

Spottedwing remembered something and elder said to her once. She was old, and possibly insane, but Spottedwing visited her everyday. She was kept hostage in ShadowClan for moons, and they had just gotten her back after Spottedwing's mother died.

The mind is something fragile. Has many traps and crevices.
You can break into a mind, but it's so hard to leave.
And once you break into it and destroy it, there's no going back.
A mind has two choices, and only two.
To either trust or distrust someone.
No in between.
The only thing you can do when you're broken,
is to hold onto the fragments that are most whole.

[- - -evening ||]

[glow=Teal,2,300]ICEGLADE[/glow]

.:I Believe in What I see, Not the Other Way Around:.

"I don't believe in StarClan," Rivershadow meowed ruthlessly. What? He didn't believe in StarClan? What was wrong with him? She nearly jumped out of her pelt as he stated his belief, his voice rumbling with the truth.
Spottedwing tilted her head to one side - as if she was really curious! Didn't she get the message that she wasn't wanted here? She grained her teeth as she watched Spottedwing make a fool of herself, and the no-good Rivershadow talk about how he didn't believe in StarClan and what's-not. StarClan forbid, next he'd be talking about how he wanted Seastar to die!

It took all of her will not to go bursting out of her hiding space and drag Spottedwing away from her doom. Urg, and then she had to go and talk about her foster mother and how her life was a game. She rolled her eyes exasperated, get a grip on yourself; talk about some real things! Once again she had to ask herself why Spottedwing cast a glance at this cat, why not Grovelshine? He was a nice sweet tom, and he obviously had an eye for her - but nooo, had to pick the depressed, dark, stocky one! Any other, she would have been able to lend a paw to, but Rivershadow she would not tolerate to like, she would support her best friend in her chose, but that didn't mean she had to like him!

"When I become leader, I will tell you if I see your loves in StarClan, I promise!" she heard Spottedwing state, a fury edging off the kindness in her voice. What?! He doesn't believe in StarClan! She watched her eyes wide with shock as Rivershadow his eyes usually dull and slightly closed, stretch wide with disbelief. She couldn't stand this anymore! She couldn't let her make a fool of herself!

"Filling the great cat's shoes, of course. Should have guessed." Rivershadow replied, she could almost see the smirk on his face. Blinded by outrage at his, I-know-everything attitude, she started toward him, one motive in her mind - kill this stupid cat. She heard a waver in his voice, as if what he said had come out wrong , but she didn't look up to see his expression as she headed toward him, one step at a time.

And then everything broke down, shock flirted across Spottedwing's face, and then a dark rage consumed it. Hurt, anger, and bewilderment was etched across her face, for any cat to read - and then she lost it.

"You are lucky! You are lucky and take what you had for granted! I've never had the chance to be with someone I love, and be loved in return. You had two chances." Spottedwing screeched, tears pouring down her face. "You'll never know what it's like to love someone and have them push you aside like you're nothing. I know this feeling better than anyone! Everyday I'm reminded of it. At this very moment in fact." For half a heartbeat, Iceglade was grounded to the spot, the silent grief that only Spottedwing knew, hit her like it was charging full on. I'm going to kill that cat, I am, I am!

Throwing herself at the dark cat, she cried with rage and anger for her friend, "How dare you!?" she yowled through tears, "After all she's gone through, did you even hear a word she said? Is your brain thick enough to let nothing penetrate that huge skull of yours?" she unsheathed her claws and took a swipe at his face, "You insult my friend, I insult your face!"
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OOC: ohh, Iceglade is made 0.0 not a good thing!