Thick as thieves, sharp as knives

[ℓυиαя]

OOC: This is a surprise thread for ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ! Thought we should have a thread with Arrow and Six, Avery and I thought it would turn out peachy. I have no direction for this at all only that Vineheart hears of this at some stage. Anyway, here we go!

There really was nothing better than encroaching on clan territory. It was something she hated about the clans, their petty squabbles over who crossed a scent marker. Bloodshed didn't need a reason - well not for her anyway. A cold smirk overcame her features as she thought of the cats freaking out over her strange, unknown scent. She wondered what the small, scarred tabby would think. If she was even still alive.  The last time she had been intruding (as they liked to call it) on this land, she had had a memorable encounter with two lucky Sunsetclan warriors and the encounter was still fresh in her mind.

As the white feline stalked through the Sunsetclan territory she seemed unfazed, unthreatened by the hoards of Sunsetclanners not far from where she was. She could handle them. They were only clan cats after all.

It was a grizzly day, one that seemed to match her mood rather well, her heterochromatic eyes scanning the landscape like a lethal comb. Long legs carried her swiftly through the softly sloping terrain of the pathetic clan. If they came after her, she could have a little fun and then go back to her blissful silence, if not, the world was a better place in her eyes.

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ooc: ooh ooh <3
muse: overflowing
music: breathe in, breathe out (set it off)

Ordinary orange feet crunched over the fallen leaves in perfect rhythm. Completely normal amber eyes flitted from side to side, searching for something to latch onto, to track. Forest surrounded the totally everyday tom in a cascade of colors, shades of brown, yellow, gray, red, and orange. This was the only season this entirely typical tom found he blended nicely into.

The clearly very standard tom came to an abrupt halt, his hunting disturbed when an unfamiliar scent invaded his mouth. The steady circulation of crisp air was now interrupted by a new scent, obviously living and obviously foreign, and above all, obviously female. Such a find would've thrilled his recent companion, but to him, it was nothing special. The fact that she was most definitely an intruder also meant very little. In fact, the whole discovery was just another scent, another part of the forest that such an ordinary tom wouldn't mind ignoring. Aware that if he continued onward, he would eventually encounter her, our incredibly common warrior turned to find himself a different route, but he found that he couldn't bring himself to walk away. As much as he liked to deny it, a tiny thread of curiosity was pulling him back, and next thing he knew, he was walking, walking the wrong way.

Unfortunately, he was upwind from her, so he couldn't make a very stealthy approach. There was really no point in trying (not like he was very interested in hiding himself, anyway), so he let the leaves crackle beneath his paws, allowed his ears to remain attentively erect. There was a flash of white, a rustling of leaves, and the fiery warrior was standing directly in front of her.

He squinted, tilting his head questioningly as he inspected her.

A connection formed between the image before him and something Ratstar had briefly mentioned in the previous ceremony. What was it... loner activity... white fur, two different colored eyes. Something about danger.

Oh.

She is alone.
I know.
Couldn't you easily...
No, not yet.

Completely normal tom smiled pleasantly at said she-cat. Exotic amber eyes shone with pleasure at this interesting new discovery. The fiery warrior's breath plumed out from his mouth in small clouds as he spoke.



"Greetings."

[ℓυиαя]

OOC:
Muse: Getting there >.>


Crisp leaves crunched under-paw as the white feline prowled through the clan territory, her mismatched eyes covered in a cold veil, a veil that too, covered the rest of her features. The ground stretching before her sung with multicolored hues, yet the loner did not care for such beauty. It was so trivial, so.. predictable. Both words that were never associated with her. 

She smelt the giant mousebrain before she saw him, before his large orange body came into view. Cold eyes looked him over once, twice, a sneer twisting those cold features into something else entirely. He was large for a clan cat she would give him that but otherwise? A waste of space. He was ordinary, plain even. Yet something about him made her still her paws and watch him, tail now slashing at the air behind her. It wasn't his irritating greeting, nor was it that he stopped. No, it was something else, something in the depths of his amber eyes. Recognition - he knew about her, who she was and most likely what she had done. 


While her run in with the two warriors a couple of moons back had been accidental in the very least, Arrow had always hated the clans and now - she had found a new way to curb that hatred. Cause chaos, unleash havoc and take them all out one by one. However, if they were to leave her alone and not bother her like dimwitt over here, everything would happen smoothly and no one would get hurt. That time. Unfortunately this tom before her had half a brain, one that she would happily rid of for him. Cocking an eyebrow over her green eye, Arrow's sneer formed a smirk as she watched him with a coarse gaze - not caring to greet him in return. The white loner wasn't one for petty chit chat.

Finally she spoke, her voice low, tone patronizing in the least. "Didn't your mother never tell you not to talk to strangers, big guy?"

[ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ]

ooc:
muse: overflowing
music: mama (my chemical romance)

My, this cat was rude. Luckily (perhaps for both of them) she had stopped and was now staring him down, obviously skeptical. Her bicolored eyes pierced him like daggers, and he met her gaze evenly, sizing her up just as she did him. Her height was rather average, her looks plain; there was a darker spot on her left side, and her tail was dipped in the same shade. Her eyes stood out the most to him. She regarded him with a sneer that he didn't care to return; he wasn't as proud as Birchflame and not nearly as simple-minded, so the smile stayed. Still, he wouldn't just stand there doltishly and take her ridicule. Eyebrows scrunching up with mock confusion, he leaned forward a little. "I apologize, did you say something? Kindly pardon my poor hearing, my lady; I have a hard time picking up voices that are..." Stretching up to his full height, he looked down at her sadly, now towering over her from an impressive altitude. "... so far away," he finished.

A chilling breeze ruffled the handsome tom's fur; faded white tail-tip twitching, he swiftly thought through his options. Under normal circumstances, he would dispose of such trash quickly and cleanly, but according to the small amount of intelligence that his partner's clan leader had provided, that would not be possible. Still regarding her with a pleasant smile, he considered testing her to be sure that she wasn't just bark and no bite, but decided it best to hold off on confrontation unless she engaged him first. He could always just walk away, but it was probable that she would attempt to stop him if he tried. Besides, she had pricked his curiosity. Trying to befriend her, however, would probably just end in her attacking him. Anything he did, really, would end in a fight, unless she took an immediate liking to hi- no. He nearly laughed aloud at the thought.

"Anyhow, I'd request your intentions here, but that's not really my business. I like to think of myself as a temporary visitor here, much like yourself." Indeed, Six wanted nothing to do with clan life, but it was necessary to play the part if he ever wanted to find Wildpaw again. And finding Wildpaw was absolutely necessary. Never before had he allowed a lady to leave without a dance, and it tormented him so. Focusing his mind on the present, he tilted his head at her, tone light. "Your name, at least?"

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Those multicolored eyes never left the irritating tom and when he straightened up to his full height she just glared harder, sparks seeming to collide in those eerie depths. While his words didn't change her irritation at him (and hatred for being part of those pathetic clans), she had to admit, he was able to rebut her cruel remarks. That was something that didn't happen often and though it annoyed her, she was slightly, slightly intrigued. That didn't matter however, he still stunk of dependance and patheticness. Plus, he had disturbed her, broken her silence. An unforgivable mistake.
The silence between them was almost tangible before he spoke again, unfortunately. That was when Arrow realized he wasn't planning on going anywhere soon. Fantastic.

"Anyhow, I'd request your intentions here, but that's not really my business. I like to think of myself as a temporary visitor here, much like yourself. Your name, at least?"

Cute. Really - pretending not to be as associated with the clans as he obviously was. Was he a complete mousebrain? She could smell him from a mile off and it was almost enough to make her gag. That sneer morphed into a look of anoyance. "What do you take me for? You reek of Sunsetclan and yet you expect me to believe you are a temporary visitor?" Her words ended in a low snarl before she continued, her voice colder this time. "You clan cat's are more idiotic than I thought." Those cold eyes once more burned into his, her voice cold, eyes hot. Unlike most others in her position, Arrow wasn't scared to tell this dimwitted tom her name, because if she was, that would mean she was scared of the clans. No, if they came after her, she would be in heaven. but ugh, socializing. "The name, is Arrow and you are?" Her voice was mocking, taunting and downright cruel. "I like to get to know my victims before I kill them."

[ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ]

ooc: ℓυиαя
muse: fair
music: johnny's revenge (crown the empire)


I thought my story had ended,
    but if this hell is where I'm trapped...

He didn't particularly fancy the way she was looking at him. Bicolored eyes stared disdainfully up at him. Strangely enough, despite his looming height, he felt as if he were the one being looked down upon. A twinge of anger stirred unsettlingly in his stomach, and when he regarded those burning eyes, that defiant sneer, and the sharp words that flew at him like daggers, the twinge bloated into something colder and more fierce. It lacked the passion of hatred and the delicacy of pity, too intense for disgust yet softer than envy's sharp edge. Interest, perhaps? Was he intrigued? Something more malicious... Sighing, he sat down to display his ease as a gesture of mockery- 'you're so pathetic I don't even consider you a threat'. Dark amber eyes now burned into hers with matching intensity. It was saddening to see how many she-cats caved to their charms and sweet words, but she was different. She was clever, she was aware, she was dangerous. It was obvious in the way that she spoke and held herself. Arrow.

That reclusive, chilling smirk crept across his muzzle.

What a fantastic new toy.

"Charmed," he replied, standing and bowing low. Raising his seductive gaze to meet hers, pointed teeth flashed briefly in the sunlight as his tongue traced his lips slowly.

"Truly."

Straightening, he gave her a curious look. "Victims? but you couldn't possibly mean..." Could this stranger be... like him? Impossible. From what he'd witnessed thus far, she was disdainful, arrogant, and foolish above all- a cat like her couldn't possibly have a successful career like him. Still, he mustn't let his guard down. Looking her up and down, he chuckled. "What a joke." Quickly dipping his head, he blinked innocently and added, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, that came out wrong. I'm not used to dealing with rookies, see." The fake accent had slipped long ago; there was no use in hiding anything from her, anyway. His name, then, should be safe to reveal. Then again...

"I understand wanting to know your victims' names, but I don't see how that applies to me. Try to keep things relevant, dear." What an unpleasant conversationalist she was, really. "You, on the other hand..." The tom started forward, his eyes never leaving hers. His stride was formal and graceful, each movement radiating elegance. "It's been fun, really. I'm afraid our chat must end here, however. I'm running on a bit of a tight schedule, I hope you'll understand." His usually-dead eyes were alive with anticipation; he had started to... twitch. The snappy movements were erratic and at completely random intervals, but they were noticeable if careful attention was paid. In contrast, the sick intention in his expression was blatantly obvious. Swirling amber orbs held hers enticingly.

"May I have this dance?"

...then I will seek my revenge.

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Maybe it was because she was intrigued by the dimwitted mousebrain, perhaps it was because she wanted the last laugh or because he was one of the first to not be intimidated of her but Arrow wasn't letting this strange creature leave her just yet.

She didn't care to dance.

A low snarl, the fur on the back of her neck starting to bristle in her annoyance. "I'm afraid I will have to reject your oh so gracious offer." Those eyes roamed him once more, that snarl becoming a sneer as she noted his erratic movements. "The last thing I need are flees." The tall white she cat didn't shrink back or retreat when he had moved towards her and she eyed him with a cold stare while stepping up towards him also. He was an interesting character, certainly unlike any other clan cat she had come across. The fighter in her wanted to see what he was made of, the opportunist in her wanted to use him. He could prove to be quite handy in her attacks against the clans. 

Never before had she had this reaction to her cruel remarks and threats. A fact that both annoyed and excited her simultaneously beneath her cool exterior. "I'll ask you again, what is your name?" Was he incapable of answering a simple question? Maybe he was more dimwitted than she had originally thought. Clearly straight up was the way to go with this tom otherwise he threw annoying mannerisms at her. Talk about irritating. As those cool mismatched eyes clashed against his amber ones, Arrow unsheathed her claws and bared her fangs. Let him come at her. 

She'd show him her version of dancing.

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ooc: apparently his claws are now metallic
muse: good
music: johnny's revenge


I've come for
                      blood
                                  blood
                                             blood

Instead of shrinking back or standing her ground as he'd anticipated, Arrow started forward immediately to meet him. Never ceased to amaze. "Fleas? Strange; you don't look like someone who pays much attention to hygiene." Their gazes hadn't unlocked for some time now, each cat unwilling to show even the slightest hint of submission to the other. Burning amber wrestled with freezing blue and green, neither relenting, each holding steady with a unique, silent ferocity. Now that he was closer, the cold fire in hers was that much more noticeable. Magnificent... A pity he'd have to extinguish it.

The fiery warrior's stride didn't falter at her question; quirking an eyebrow, he tilted his head and regarded her with a look of amusement. Frankly, the twitching was habitual; he hoped she didn't mind. "Persistent, aren't you? I'm afraid that, my lady, telling you such a thing would be pointless." The tips of pointed blades flashed in the sunlight at his feet. "Corpses don't remember names." And I won't make the same mistake I did with Wildpaw, either. They were so close now; halting, he let his claws flex, dark eyes holding hers coldly as he stood his ground as if daring her to come closer. An invitation.

Set the pace.

...And I'm not leaving 'till I have your heart

[ℓυиαя]

OOC: I am SO SORRY this post is so belated! My muse for Arrow has been poop lately. Hopefully this will be better~
TAGS: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ

A shrug then, lean muscle rippling under a snow white pelt as she watched him and listened to his flow of nicely manicured words. He really was good with them yet so was she hence she knew how to let them run of her, like water from a ducks back.

"Corpses don't remember names."

His last words gave her pause however and she striking she cat tilted her head to the side, watching him with that eerie look of cold blue and green. How right he was, what had been the point of her telling him hers then? Just like that, her lips peeled off her teeth in an twisted grin, showing her wares to the tom before her, her eyes narrowing. "Touche."

A cat with normal sensibilities would have possible backed away then, maybe apologized and tried to smooth anything over. Regardless, the least they would have done would be not to jump at the coaxing tom with his claws unsheathed and his dark gaze pinned on her. How unexciting that would have been.

It was a good thing she wasn't a normal cat then wasn't it?

And so she leaped, snatching the invitation he handed to her with a bunch of her muscles, and releasing them as her RSPV, claws unsheathed as a gift to him as they reached for his face, her own lit up with a cruel passion. She wanted a fight and a fight she would have, he was just lucky that is what he seemingly wanted too, or else he would have been in for a shock.

She wanted blood and she wouldn't rest until the dark and handsome tom before her satisfied that.