Final Wishes, Final Words, Final Goodbye [Lunar]

[:-Misa-:]

ℓυиαя, Oakpool and Arrow murder thread
Skiv since you asked to be tagged

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Nothing was out of the ordinary- the sun sat high in the sky, rays shining down warming the cats with the blistering reminder that green-leaf was here; the clouds sat near to still, the breeze barely blowing. The cats of the clans went about their everyday lives- warriors patrolling, apprentices training, kits playing, elders basking, and medicine cats healing. It all had a sense of routine comfort to it, that was boring to some, while thrilling to others. It all depended on how the day was experienced, and with so many different cats, there were countless options as to how the hours unfolded- some for better, others for worse.

Her luck just wasn't turned in favor.

Along the shore the lithe warrior hopped from rock to rock, barely giving herself enough time to stick the landing before bounding towards the next it. It was a path she'd traveled many times before on a rather regular basis. It was the place where everything had started- the place where Oakpool had begun to feel at home.

She was as conserved as a pearl- closed up in an unpenetrable defense- yet she still housed the same wondrous beauty. Break through the shell and she was as precious as a flower- delicate and docile. And somehow he had managed to do it. He'd broken down her guard and snuck his way right into her heart. His name was Moonshadow. but he had since gone missing.

At first the young Oakpool kept herself optimistic, walking their favorite routes in hope that he'd eventually show up, taking on as many patrols as she could in hope that she'd be the lead or member of the group that found him. Though like anyone else, she could only take failure for so long before she called it quits. Slowly she found herself sinking back into the same ways that she had lived after her sister died before she had reached Sunsetclan- mute, and reserved. Whenever the full moon came about she feigned sickness so she wouldn't have to go to the gatherings, but otherwise would sit by herself in the back. When the time for patrols came around she'd try to act like she was busy, but when she was picked she stayed towards the rear, not talking much and going off on her own to hunt when they'd split up.
On days like today though where she had nothing better to do, she commonly found herself walking their old path.

Her eyes drifted out towards the ocean, taking in it's vastness. Upon the surface she could see a ruddy colored cat, thin with near lifeless eyes- she could see herself. The image never stayed for long before it became distorted by the constantly moving blue depths. It was like herself- broken and distorted, remaining in a perfected state only temporarily before being wrecked once again.

Situating herself atop a flat rock, she simply stared out, looking at where the water met the horizon and how it continued traveling onward. Maybe he was somewhere out there, but if he wasn't... what was? Maybe one day she would find out. She could certainly dream.

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[ℓυиαя]

OOC: -rubs hands together gleefully- Oh, I am SO excited.

It had been many moons since the slender white she cat had stepped upon clan territory, however her paws branded the ground as if she had never left. She had missed this, the blatant knowledge that she was everywhere she shouldn't be. This territory, taken so selfishly by the clan cats was like a stain seen from her peripheral where the rogues roamed free. Throughout her time spent with Masquerade, she had wanted nothing more than to wreak havoc once again on the precious clanners and their sheltered lifestyles. That, after all, had been the plan however it had fallen, crumbled by the wayside to be washed away in the torrential rain.

It had been what Arrow had wanted all along, it had been the reason she had chosen to join the group in the first place. She could still feel the tension in the abandoned two leg nest, she could still feel her claws tear at fur and strike at eyes. She could still feel the sense of accomplishment as the pair had left, one dragging the other. They had smelled of the sea, matching this territory and they had threatened her peace and quiet. They hadn't left and she had warned them, so they had paid. Hopefully with their lives. What was it about clanners that thought they owned the very ground they walked on, believing in their precious Starclan that did nothing to help those that really needed it? Nothing infuriated her more. They knew nothing of struggle, merely went on preaching righteousness and perfection.

Liars, pretenders all of them.

Now, with the dispersal of the group, Arrow had decided to stand on her own once again and she had every intention to do exactly as she wished, starting with these cats here. Hetero-chromatic eyes roved the landscape, lips curled in a snarl as their stench covered and latched to her pelt. To her right, the sea roared, reaching up the beach towards her paws before slipping away and reattempting her capture. To go straight into the camp would be mousebrained however what was to say she couldn't spread her scent and cause worry and fear to spread like the plague. The tall she cat took the landscape swiftly, not pausing to take in the sights, only seeing what she needed : landmarks, scent trails, a lone warrior sitting absentmindedly on the rocks.

Ears pulled back as she approached, her whip like tail cracking the air as she pinned the she cat with a lethal expression. This, her, what more could she ask for? A dead kitty made for a perfect 'I'm back' message. Right there, handed to her on a silver platter. Easy prey and Arrow was certainly not going to work stealthily. No, she wanted them to fear her as they should.

"Oh, a clanner? Out here all alone?" She purred, making her way closer with each sure paw.

[:-Misa-:]

Ooc: ℓυиαя I promise once we get past this awkward intro phase and into the action the posts will get of actual accepting quality ;-;

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Everything seem to freeze in its place and be put on mute. Oakpool didn't hear the waves crashing against the shore, or the seagulls cries and they flew overhead. Their motions of flight mimicked that of a vulture, going around and around in circles, almost as if they knew about the impending doom down below. Of course they were oblivious though, too wrapped up in their own world where diving for fish was their only reality. The sun seemed to burn a bit brighter, as a voice cut through the air reaching her ears. It wasn't one that she was familiar with, and just hearing it sent ripples and shivers down her spine, because judging by the words that had come out of their mouth, they weren't one of them. On the count of three turn around.

One...
Get ready to FIGHT.

    Two...
    Get ready to RUN.

        Three
        Get ready to kiss it all GOODBYE.

Taking a deep breathe the Sunsetclanner turned around, coming face to face with who exactly she was messing with. Before her stood a nearly pure white she-cat, who had a muscle build way larger then her own (which doesn't say much because she's basically a stick) and two oddly different colored eyes. Nothing about this screamed a friendly encounter, in fact everything about it screamed death- from the look in her eyes to her physical demeanor. Stay calm... don't show panic. Of course that was a lot easier said then done, for Oakpool's heart had begun pounding a thousand miles a minute, pupils doubling in size, and eyes taking on a slight glassy gleam to them.

It seemed like forever before she managed to open her mouth to speak, and when she did anything but what she had been hoping came out. No, she hadn't been expecting some threatening voice that made you question whether or not what you were doing was right or wrong, or maybe even made you rethink if you were messing with the wrong cat. What she had desired was something that didn't make her seem like a pathetic excuse for a warrior, but what came out? A squeaky, cracked, weak, uneven voice: "Who are you? You're on Sunsetclan's territory." Just leave... I don't stand a chance...

[ℓυиαя]

"Who are you? You're on Sunsetclan's territory."

Way to state the obvious.

A slight shrug of her head. "Oh, I'm well aware," the white feline purred, not slowing in her approach. "As for who I am... you most certainly know of me, perhaps in passing. Myself and a certain tabby had a rather fun encounter a while back." Arrow wasn't sure if they had survived or not but it was safe to assume news had reached back to the camp nonetheless - either due to the scars that ruined her pretty face, or her lifeless body.

Arrow didn't mind which one - both had their uses.

Another step forward as the waves crashed upon the shore. Her movement was one of confidence. This cat before her could have quiet easily been the best fighter in Sunsetclan and Arrow would have no idea. Her calm, confidence though ignorant spoke that she knew her abilities. Best or worst warrior in Sunsetclan, she would win.

Granted, if they proved more of a challenge then that would be appreciated.

Casting an arc around the she cat, Arrow pinned her hetero-chromatic stare on her and flicked her tail. She was like a little bird, her attempt at warning her off falling weak even to the waves on the beach. Pathetic. Just like the rest of them. "Scared, little bird?" the harsh feline purred, waiting to see her crumble beneath a heavy paw.