Wait a Minute... [LUNAR]

[.masquerade.]

[m o o n b l a z e]

OOC; ℓυиαя I was s'posed to make this a while ago. Oops ;-; //just gonna pretend Red-dusk is in the camp. Meh.
MUSE; All right...
MUSIC; SOS {Jonas Brothers}
WORDS// 241

    At about sunhigh, a powerful-looking tom padded into the Clearing. His pale green eyes shimmered in the sunlight. He stretched, and yawned, before dropping his catch into the freshkill pile. He scanned the area around him. When his eyes fell upon a familiar mottled form, there was a spark behind his eyes, like he remembered something.
    Though usually not very talkative, the tom figured he might as well strike up a conversation with the other tom, since he had something interesting to say. Well, interesting to him. He hoped he wasn't a nuisance by bringing such a silly thing up... No. Casual conversation. He was sure he'd be all right. He didn't think he'd get his eyes clawed out for it, anyhow.
    With long strides, he approached the cat, black-and-white pelt rippling over finely-honed muscle. He tried to smile, though it looked awkward on the broad face. A smile was an unusual thing to fall upon that serious visage.
    "Red-dusk," he greeted, with a dip of his head. He then carefully planned what he would say next. He almost continued right along, but decided to wait for a response first, just to make it a conversation, and not 'hey, I saw a Rogue that looked like you, okay bye.'
    He almost made a fool of himself in that way, but kept hold of his tongue. That was not such a hard thing to do after his lifetime of almost complete silence.

[ℓυиαя]

The marbled tom was walking into camp intending on selecting something from the freshkill pile when he heard his name being spoken just to his left. Those large paws didn't still though his head turned, those dark green eyes locking on the tom beside him. The black and white tom he knew as Moonblaze though that was all he knew, the tom wasn't much to speak. Surely if this tom had to start the conversation then he had something on his mind.

What, wasn't clear.

Interest grew within that green gaze and Red-dusk slowly changed his direction, cutting across to stand before the usually silent warrior. Only an average sized tom, Reddusk made up for it with his large ropes of muscle, a build which spoke loud and clear that his heritage was not that of Whisperclan. That and the slight difference in voice was enough to keep his clanmates guessing. His past was not something he cared to think about at the best of times. However, sometimes he didn't have a choice.

"Moonblaze," he greeted with that deep, cultured voice of his. "What can I do for you?" As he spoke, interest still filled his gaze but there was also a hint of wariness. Red-dusk had never spoken more than two words to the warrior before him. What had changed now.

[.masquerade.]

[m o o n b l a z e]

OOC; Why do all of my characters have half-tails or bobtails? Just realised this. WTF.
MUSE; Decent
MUSIC; I Don't Care {Apocalyptica}
WORDS// 159

    The awkward half-smile continued to manifest itself on his face. He sat himself down and curled his tail, as best he could with it's short length.

What can I do for you?

    "Oh...well...nothing-- nothing in particular." He seemed to forget what he had been wanting to say, and his eyes wandered from some fixed point near the other tom, and off into the distance. The distance... Oh, yes!
    "I was...surprised to see you in camp," he said, finally. "I swore I saw you out on the slopes, only a little bit ago." He took a closer look at the cat before him. "Only...his eyes were an odd sort of colour..." That last bit was said to himself, trailing off, breathy and a way of thinking out loud. He then blinked and drew himself back.
    "S-sorry. Anyway, it's not anything of real importance..." He cast his gaze off to the side, pretending to be preoccupied with something else. "Sorry to trouble you."

[ℓυиαя]

OOC: I <3 that song c:
Muse: OK

As the black and white tom before him continued, all sparks of interest that had once been deep in Red-dusks gaze were engulfed in anger, that green gaze seemingly changing colour in a violent manner. His muscular body tensed and claws unsheathed as he watched the tom before him with that dark gaze.

What?

His body didn't move as he tried to control his breathing within his haze of hatred, betrayal and hurt.

That good for nothing piece of foxdung was here, as in, on Whisperclan land? How DARE he. 

A cold darkness settled over the marbled warrior, like a black mist that sat in his gut twisting and spreading, colouring his vision, his thoughts until a red haze settled around the outside of his scope. Though his eyes looked right at Moonblaze with that lethal stare, it was almost like he saw another cat there in his place. One of a similar build, one with a marbled pelt, one with strange eyes and a sly smirk. A traitor.

He would refuse to call that... abomination his brother.

A viscous snarl erupted from the usually calm tom and those eyes flared with his rage as he took an intimidating step towards the cat in front of him, holding no regard for the fact that it was a clanmate and not who he saw in his minds eye. That sharp tail of his cut the air as he glared at the tom. Traitor. The coward. The bastard. 

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[мσσηвℓαzε]

OOC; Every single post with Moonblaze just makes it worse for whoever I'm rp'ing with e.e Possibly my weirdest character.
MUSE; Decent
MUSIC; Little Lion Man {Tonight Alive cover}, Sweet Blasphemy {Black Veil Brides}
WORDS// 174 

    The pale eyes of the tom widened slightly and one paw twitched itself off the ground a little, as he leaned back slightly. He gazed at Red-dusk with wary eyes. Oh, look what you've done, mousebrain...
    "Have I...said something...wrong?" he asked hesitantly. but when he took a closer look, he could see another picture. Though Red-dusk's eyes were focused on him, he was not looking at Moonblaze. Did he...know the Rogue he had mentioned? Perhaps the resemblance between them was not coincidence.
"He...may still be out there," Moonblaze rumbled quietly. Now you sound like a coward. You didn't chase off a Rogue on your territory, idiot. but something about the tom had made him avoid confrontation. There had been murder in those dark eyes.
    He gave a gentle shake of his head. Perhaps he should not have said anything. Or maybe...he had done the right thing? There was no way of telling. He then sighed, inwardly. He felt that he had done far too much talking for the day.

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 "Have I...said something...wrong?"

Had he said something wrong? It wasn't a case of what he had said, it was more what he had done. How could the bastard have forgotten so easily? He- it wasn't Masquerade. Those dark eyes flickered and realization crossed his handsome face. The well built fighter stayed tense and the anger remained in his eyes, a sizzle in the green depths. His body shook as he struggled to regain his composure, struggled to control his breathing and eventually he stepped back from the white and black tom with his large paw.

He didn't deserve his anger, he was just the messenger although sometimes that was cause enough. Angry eyes never left Moonblaze but as he worked to curb his anger at the right culprit, the anger became redirected. 

"He...may still be out there."

Those words did nothing for Red-dusks anger but instead he clenched his jaw and nodded at the other warrior. Would it have been better if the tom had stayed silent and told him nothing only for Masque to screw everything up for him again? No, definitely not and so as much as it was a shock to the system, it was better than being left in the dark. Finally a curt nod and he spoke in that deep voice slightly accented and with now with a barely withheld anger. "No, you were right to tell me." A silent snarl before he muttered, "Of course he is."

No one really realized how physically similar the two... brothers were and it wasn't until they were seen side by side that the similarities were uncanny. The differences now however were more blatant than they ever had been. It was due to Red-dusk having found a heart, something he doubted would ever happen to the older of the two.

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[мσσηвℓαzε]

OOC;
MUSE; decent
MUSIC;
WORDS// 113

    The tom breathed a little sigh of relief. For a moment, he thought about questioning Red-dusk's relation to the tom. Since he had initially mistaken the Rogue for his Clanmate, it was possible they were related. It was then that he remembered the other Warrior was not a native to WhisperClan. He managed to puzzle that much together and then decided to leave it be. He cleared his throat, after another moment.
    "What are you going to do about it, then?" he asked in his quiet, rumbling tone. He figured if Red-dusk wanted to chase him down, he would help. He had just let the Rogue continue on his merry way, after all.

[ℓυиαя]

Those slightly angled eyes looked around, looked at his paws as he struggled to regain himself. At Moonblazes words, he looked up, eyes flashing green from their dark state.

"What are you going to do about it, then?"

What was he going to do about it? That was the question of the moment wasn't it? From scenting around him, Red-dusk could tell that the snow was still heavy around the camp finding the cat in question was going to be a struggle. Nevertheless, the marbled warrior got to his feet. "I'm going to find him." With that, he turned his strong, muscular body and stalked out of camp.

He knew it was virtually impossible. He knew he would have no luck but he needed to vent and be angry. Sitting around would only frustrate him more.

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[мσσηвℓαzε]

OOC;
MUSE; Decent
MUSIC;
WORDS// 151

    It was as if fate wanted to stop Red-dusk right there. Snow started drifting down. but by the time the marbled tom and Moonblaze had made it outside the camp, it was coming down hard. The white-and-black tom looked disappointed. "There's no use, Red-dusk," he grumbled, "you'll never find him in this. He probably wouldn't stick around to get caught in this kind of weather."
    Maybe he wasn't meant to find the Rogue, not yet. Moonblaze certainly did not believe in StarClan. but there had to be some higher power that caused the sudden snow storm, to stop their search. Or maybe it was just coincidence. Moonblaze felt it was not his place to say.
    He glanced at his Clanmate. "As soon as the snow stops... come find me... and... I'll help, okay?" He didn't want to see a strong Warrior like Red-dusk get sick looking for some mange-pelted Rogue, anyway.

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At the sight of falling snow, the marbled tom snarled. There would have been a time in which he would have gone out anyway, disregarded the black and white toms words but he knew now, that he wouldn't find anything. The bastard would be gone already. THere was a pause in which there was silence between the pair and then Reddusk suddenly snapped his body around and stalked back into camp with a low growl. Moonbreeze was right.

"Fine." That was all, nothing else. He couldn't say anything else, coudn't trust himself too as the anger boiled inside of him. Regardless of the weather tomorrow he would go out, and no one would be able to persuade him otherwise.