Troublemaker (Amber)

[Clemintine]

but we loved with a love.. ..That was more than love

~ ❤ ~ The boundaries which divide life from death... Ah.. Such a beautiful day, bright, sun shinning although it was a tad chilly after all it was only newleaf. A sleek white warrior stretched her way out of the den, the sunlight hit her white fur and seemed to make it 'glow'. She blinked her eyes open and bright green matched her glowing white fur, she shook out her pelt and then pulled her back legs close as she went down into a sitting position. She licked down her chest fur that had once been poofing out but now sleeked down and laid flat, she continued this for a good moment as she stretched this way and that getting all of her fur.   Featherheart finished her grooming with a good yawn and a small shake of her body giving her fur that perfect poof look but not too much poof- you know how she-cats are. She looked back at the warrior den hearing something Wolfshadow A burning hot feeling shot across her face and spread down her chest..legs... back.. until her whole body felt like it was blushing. She quickly turned her head feeling like her white fur would turn pink and then red with her blush. She sighed softly and twitched an ear nervously, they  had not spoken since that day... the day he broke down in front of her. A burning sensation shot through her again and she looked down at her paws sorrow and and loneliness filled her eyes. She needed to get away and have some time to herself... time to think about how she felt about.. him.  ..Wolfshadow..                               ..are at best shadowy and vague. Outside the clearing soft green vegetation awaited her eyes, thin stems of flowers that held little buds seemed to be reaching out to the sky- to the sun needing its help to bloom. She touched her soft pink nose to one her eyes going cross eyed staring at the bud as she wondered what color it would be when it bloomed. Featherheart smiled and then bounded off towards the pond of truce, it was a little ways and she would be back late but hopefully no one would notice her absence. Wolfshadow will, and he is the deputy Are you suggesting he would tell on me? No but he may come looking for you. May. Key word. I'm not important to him. Her heart ached at her thoughts and she realized she had slowed down to a soft walk, pausing she turned to look back at where the camp would be off in the distance. She felt a smidge of anger trickle down her chest and touch her heart. He would only come to look for her for the Clans sake. Thus she was running again but faster, trees blurring by her and the stems of plants and other things smacked against her legs. Wolfshadow Who shall say where one ends... There it was, the pond of truce. She broke past the tree line and slowed as she reached the river. Her breath came out in small pants and she glanced from side to side, she was alone right? Something in her fur made her feel uneasy...maybe she should go back. Wolfshadow No. She would stay as long as she wanted and she would enjoy her quiet time here and use it to think. She leaped across the small stream and headed towards the nearest tree- which was quite a large one... Her small claws dug into the bark and she toke all of her frustration out on the bark pulling herself higher.. and higher... and higher. The sun was high in the sky as she felt its hot beams on her back and top of her head. Where was a branch? Had she only climb so little? Featherheart tried to look up but the sun blinded her  and she quickly turned her head to look down. Dizzy. Her head spun and she felt like the world had slowed. she was quite a ways up, at least 4 fox lengths from the ground. She breathed in and moved her right paw from the bark and moved it down trying to work her way down. Her left paw followed her right paw... Hey... I only wanted my right paw to move away from the bark... The tree in front of her face seemed to be moving away and then the sun was blinding her eyes again as she began to fall back first to the ground. Wolfshadow.. Her small white paws stretched out to the blinding sun, like a flower trying to bloom. Her petite white body fell from the tree and aimed to hit the green ground back first. Wolfshadow... catch me..                                                                                ...and another begins. tagged: (ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ) words: (770) Inspiration: Nightcore; Safe and sound notes: (n/a)

made by remi of I'm so curious

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ooc:// Clemintine- I told you I'd get it done tonight I TOLD YOU. oAo
music:// a small victory - philter
muse:// high-ish (it's hard to work up muse on a shitty phone like this)

Ah, why must fate be so cruel to him?

The instant the flame-coloured tom spotted the distinct white splotch of fur edging up the bark of a tree roughly halfway across the clearing from where he had only just arrived at its edge, he knew from somewhere deep in his heart that this sudden plot twist could only end in disaster. The sudden plot twist being, her abruptly beginning her plummet down to earth rather earlier than anticipated. Regardless, his paws moved on their own, carrying him forward, as nimble as a rabbit and certainly just as fast. Had he been able to take the time to stop and seriously ponder what he was about to do, well, poor Fearherheart would most likely be a cute little splotch in the grass and yet another pointless death would be added onto his already-heavy conscience. Fortunate that he was a decisive guy.

The SunsetClan tom didn't even have time to stop. By the time he reached her, she was a fraction of a heartbeat from colliding with the ground. He barreled into her without hesitation, the impact and momentum of them both sending the two rolling a few feet with the startlingly larger and well-muscled tom embracing her with his forelegs wrapped around her shoulders, enabling himself to take the brunt of the impact in an attempt to better protect the stranger. The result was a pile of shining snow and blazing fire collapsed into an aching but otherwise unharmed heap of fur off to the side of the tree trunk.

For a couple of heartbeats, he didn't move. The dashing tom felt every bone in his body ache at his first attempt to untangle himself from her. After that the attractive tom simply stopped trying and focused on regaining his breath.

"Well... isn't this cozy..." he said in between ragged breaths.

[Clemintine]

OOC: :3 -squeals and runs around in a circle- I believed in you!

IC:

The sunlight blinded her eyes making her world seem white, she had heard felines joke and say you saw a white light before you died but she didn't think it was true. Something hit her hard knocking the breath out of her- ah was it the ground? No.. something had hit her and know she was sent in a frenzy of tumbles with what had hit her. She couldn't seem to get her breath back what with all was happening, had Wolfshadow saved her? She was confused and scared so many thoughts going through her mind when finally the spinning had stopped and it seemed like the world had stopped for a few moments, her breath was still lost and all was silent. A intense gasp came from the she-cat and then her breaths came in short quick little gasps, the first thing she noticed was the feline that had saved her didn't smell right.. he smelled of... SunsetClan.

So Wolfshadow had not saved her but... who had? "Well... isn't this cozy..." the feline said in between ragged breaths. It was a tom, she had gathered that much, a tom from SunsetClan... a tom from SunsetClan?! She quickly gathered her thoughts and assessed the situation a cat- even worst a tom- from SunsetClan had just saved her which wasn't all that bad.. right? Except how they was positioned, well if any cat walked by might not look to good. Slowly she perked her right ear then her left, then she opened her right eye and then her left. Her face was squished up against warm fur and she felt guilty for feeling safe in such a position, looking up she could see whiskers and from what she could gather a muscular tom had in fact saved her. She twitched her whiskers as slowly her breath calmed and returned to a normal pace but she had no idea what to say to him.. should she thank him..? Humor was always a good way to go about things "..It's.. cozier than death.." 

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ooc:// I'd like to keep them all comfy in this position until my next post where birch pulls the moves, and wolf comes in and does an extremely-pissed flip, if that's alright... v.v
music:// monday - deadmau5
muse:// good

There was a quiet huff of laughter at her reply. "Oh, I can imagine so." Had he said this in a slightly less seductive tone, it would've seemed far more innocent and pure. Well. So maybe he was not off to a great start. "Uh, while we're at it-- mind telling me why you were trying to kill yourself by jumping out of a tree?" He paused and then added, for effect, "That was a very graceful floundering... thing you did mid-air, by the way."

Still too exhausted to struggle to his paws, the tom shuffled back a little bit to at least give her a little bit of space. Not that he minded being close-quarters with her (up-close, she was kind of, you know, attractive), but it might make her a bit uncomfortable to be pressed up against a strange tom... not that he wasn't quite the devilishly handsome fellow himself. Hmm, she smelled nice...

[Clemintine]

OOC: I Don't mind.. I'm sure Featherheart doesn't mind either c; -wink wink- xD LOL Amber "...Hmm, she smelled nice..." I don't know why but I laughed so hard at that.

IC:

Her ears fluttered slightly in a twitching frenzy for a short moment before she laid them back so not to smack him in the muzzle or anything, the tone of his voice made her face feel hot and then the thought of him noticing mad if feel even hotter. Featherheart curled her tail up trying to make sure it wasn't in the way or anything when she realized it was wrapping around his. she stiffened and thrashed her tail away slapping his hind paw with it, -mousebrain a cat saves you and you bet him up with your tail?- "I-I" Why was she stuttering "Sorry, about.. my- I Was not trying to kill myself!" A tad on the loud side as she was quick to defend herself, lowering her voice to a softer tone "I'm so honored you admired me falling to my death.. truly I am" a couple cute blinks added onto her sarcasm play.

She puffed out her small chest getting a lung full of air when he gave her a bit more room, she got a good breath of his scent.. smelled of the lake and sand.. warm.. Another wave of burning sensation hit her face and she fidgeted feeling uncomfortable. Pulling her face back she could see his nose, curiosity made her lift her soft green eyes up to look at his face. Wow.. she didn't know what SunsetClan was eating but.. it certainly made their toms look.. 'hey, hey what are you doing!? Stop it!' lowering her eyes in a shy way she cleared her throat. "Thank you.." her voice was almost a whisper trying to recover from her moment of embarrassment.

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ooc:// ...I fangirled.
"Featherheart curled her tail up trying to make sure it wasn't in the way or anything when she realized it was wrapping around his."
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I ship them.
music://
muse:// really good

The fiery-furred male caught her cute blinking thing-- and stared. Ohh... she smelled so good... like flowers. Figures; she lived in WhisperClan after all. And-- whoa, did she just try to feel him up? Was she being this irresistable on purpose? "Oh, well, you're welcome. You did cause me quite a bit of trouble though, hmm..." Screw it all... her scent was completely engulfing him, drawing him into that sweet, soft white fur... His deep, alluring amber eyes held hers for a moment before leaning in ever-so-slowly towards her ear, placing his muzzle just next to it so that he could whisper in a low, seductive voice that only she could hear.

"I wonder... how could you repay me...?"

In an instant, he had slipped out from next to her and was standing over her, a forepaw on each side of her head, those alluring amber orbs hovering close to hers. Mmm... such a sweet scent. Meadowgrass and wildflowers...


-insert Featherheart's reaction here >_>-


Lemongrass and deep pine...

The strange tom-- the tom standing over his Featherheart-- smelled of lemongrass and deep pine. The scent that rushed into the deputy's jaws at the very instant that they were about to clamp down around the stranger's neck, it was startling. How could such a vile creature smell of such nice things?

The fiery tom's gasp of pain as Wolfshadow's fangs sank into the skin of his scruff was deeply satisfying. As was the pained noise that he made when the silver cat ripped him away from his Featherheart and, teeth shredding the skin and top-layer flesh of his neck, flung him with some effort. His rival landed with a sharp gasp as all of the air was knocked out of him. He tried to scramble to his paws, but his attacker was on him before he even knew what was happening, and heartbeats later they were a snarling whirlwind of fire and ice, claws glinting, fangs bared. Wolfshadow fought with a terrifying ferocity, and put together with the stranger's exhaustion and disorientation, the other cat was fighting a losing battle.

Nobody touched what was his.

Nobody.

ooc:// I'm off to bed then, it's 4:30 in the morning over here and my eyes are dying~
...so cutee <3 oAo

[Clemintine]

She caused him trouble? A slight giggle came from the she-cat "You shouldn't have sav-" Something warm blew into her ear and she stiffened, she would have twitched her ear but she caught the toms words and they caught her off guard. Repay him.. did he want prey.. no, no you are not that dim witted you know what he wants. His voice was deep and his tone was... a shiver seemed to make her fur spike out, why was she shivering, she felt hot with embarrassment.

Suddenly he was gone but as quickly as he had left he had returned and was closer than before-how was that possible?- his paws that was much larger than hers sat on both sides of her head, at first she looked up at him surprised and a bit innocent looking. her stomach had butterflies... with another Clan tom, why? She figured he was just a lady killer but the way he spoke to her and embraced her... Wolfshadow had never done anything like this to her. A soft purr came from Featherheart as she looked up at the mysterious tom, her look got softer and more seductive as she placed her paws lightly on his chest.

OOC: <-< >-> ooo... I "inserted" my reply where you said too so I didn't have her react to Wolfshadow's reaction yet <_< >_>

[Clemintine]

(Just gonna post again... Feels<3)

Featherheart had completely forgotten the ache in her heart that was caused by Wolfshadow, she felt something for him but he seemed cold hearted towards her lately. This tom who was from another Clan was so kind to her when her own Clan mate, the one she had been mooning over, had not. Something stirred deep inside her something telling her to get away to run far away and never look back. Perhaps this is what it feels like to have another heal what was broken, was it so wrong? she felt the love towards Wolfshadow but at the same time, this kindness that was so much more than Wolfshadows confused her.

Run away...

A soft breeze ruffled her fur and brought the smell of WhisperClan to her nose, the smell of familiar things and home and something warm and sweet... Featherheart felt her heart stop as she soon realized what she was smelling. She knew what was going to happen a second before it did happen. A yowl of pain was replaced with peaceful noises that had just filled her ears, flipping up into a sitting position the warrior watched as a horrific scene broke out in front of her. Wanting to scream but not finding the voice to scream, she backed up pinning her ears back in terror. A vile smell hit her nose, the smell of blood.

"Wolfshadow!"

Featherheart stood frozen as she managed to whisper her deputies name, she felt her chest swell up trying to scream "Stop it!" What was she doing? She should be helping Wolfshadow... right? He was the deputy of her Clan! The warriros bright green eyes stung as tears swelled at the bottom of them, she acted before she could think. Darting forward she tried to get in front of Wolfshadow, she placed her small body in between the two larger toms- because that's not asking to be killed- Her eyes wide with terror and tears flowing over "Stop it! He didn't do anything wrong! He saved me!" instead of sounding loud and demanding, her voice came out in a whisper and a plea. Her tail was curled up between her legs and her ears laid back against her head as she stared her beloved deputy in the face waiting for him to choose what to do next, she figured he would do one of three things. he would either fight her, fight him or drag her away... or... maybe he would kick her out of WhisperClan.

Featherheart flinched at her thoughts and looked up at Wolfshadow, her eyes showing fear and regret.

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ooc: holy balls I'm so proud of myself
muse: high
music: killer (nightcore)

Yes. Finally his claws found solid flesh, and the silver tom landed a powerful blow on the front of the stranger's foreleg. It tore through the flesh just between his chest and his shoulder-- dangerously high. Wolfshadow made a frustrated tch sound and jumped back, tail lashing. The other tom, his cry of pain muffled, backpedaled, stumbling to a halt with an angry hiss. The WhisperClan deputy narrowed his pale yellow gaze and took in the stranger fully for the first time. The first thing he noticed was that he was very tall, towering slightly higher than his also-tall opponent. Pissed, Wolfshadow scanned his powerful muscles, lean frame, long legs, and chiseled face. Could this cat get any more loathable? What startled him was the dark maliciousness that had entered the other tom's deep amber eyes. He didn't like the way this cat was looking at him. He didn't like it at all.

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Where are you?

The handsome tom stood gasping, the deep gash across his chest spilling blood. Too much blood. Was this bastard trying to kill him? Was he trying to get himself killed? Birchflame narrowed his eyes. Didn't he have any idea what he had gotten himself into?

The instant he had felt the tom's jaws close around his scruff, he had expected to feel his consciousness snagged and pulled into the darkness of some deeper part of his mind. He had expected blood, but his attacker's, not his. So, why? Why hadn't he felt a single indication of his companion's presence since the conflict began? It both terrified and worried him; of course, he wasn't complaining, but what if he never came? What if they were both killed right here, right now, by a cat they didn't even know?

Where are you, damn it?
Where are you?
Where are you?

Birchflame scanned the other tom, panic creeping up his throat. Alright, so, perhaps he wasn't a complete stranger. Didn't matter. He'd never liked the deputy much anyway. And to die at his hand?

Oh, for god's sake, shut up, you asswipe.
Where the hell have you been?! He almost killed me!
As if I'd die because of a female like her.

Birchflame, deciding to ignore the insult, allowed himself to fall into a deeper part of his consciousness, the world becoming blurry and dark around him. He felt his claws flex, his posture lower and transition into a more threatening stance.

Your turn.


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A blur of white fur threw itself between the two warriors just as the stranger seemed ready to throw himself forward. Wolfshadow, eyes shooting wide, sat up immediately. "Feather-" A flash of fire behind his clanmate sent a jolt of panic and terror through his body. The silver tom shot forward, but he was too late; the SunsetClanner was already upon her. He held her round green eyes, searching them frantically, trying to send her some signal of warning.

He couldn't lose her, too.

[Clemintine]

Wolfshadow sat up alarmed, no doubt surprised that she would stand between the two, she was so much smaller than the both of them, more Birchflame than Wolfshadow. Her eyes wanted to leave his but there was something in his yellow eyes that made her narrow hers and tilt her head. The reflection in his eyes showed something large that toke the shape of a flame stretch out towards her, at first she thought there was a fire that was stretching out trying to get her. Her first instinct was to flinch and get ready for the hot fire to burn her, she was not prepared for a set of claws sinking into her back and gripping her slender frame.


Was the tom that just saved her, trying to kill her?

Featherheart felt her heart ache almost as much as her back but she quickly remember he was a SunsetClanner, she was childish to believe they could be friends and now she was paying the price. A high pitched yowl came from the she-cat as she was easily tossed to the ground and the weight of the tom crushed into her followed by a set of teeth sinking into her shoulder. She writhed in agony and at he strength of the male, she felt hopeless, she felt worthless and useless.

The memory of that snowy day with Wolfshadow and the horrific scene she had caused was playing all over again, she remember how bad he had gotten hurt because of her, she also remember the affection he showed her. for a split second her body went nom and she felt peaceful. She was ok to die now, and in fact she welcomed it, she didn't want to return to the ache of Birchflames teeth and the heart ache Wolfshadow was causing her.

A soft whisper entered her ears, 'If you go who will love him?' Featherheart processed this and then wandered what would happen if she died. Reacting quickly Featherheart writhed and squirmed violently digging her teeth into the large toms nose. A blur of snow and fire tossed against the ground, panting heavily with the struggle Featherheart lashed her paw out across Birchflame face hoping her claws would make contact. Somehow Featherheart managed to escape his grasps and shot out towards the nearest tree, she was about to go up it when she remember Wolfshadow. Turning around and between pants Featherheart hissed violently daring Birchflame to come after her, she had to get him away from Wolfshadow.

OOC: ^_^ I hope you don't mind me guessing their fight, you have permission to do what eves to Featherheart (Of course Don't kill her )

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ooc: o:
clems this song
get these feels
muse: very high
music: skin (sixx a.m.)

No. No. The silver tom lunged, claws bared, gaze narrow.

Blood splattered over the grass. His legs froze and the deputy snapped to a halt, his eyes shot wide with shock.

There lay Featherheart, crimson spurting from her shoulder, the bite too close to her neck and too deep to be harmless. Her eyes were blank and distant, and she had gone limp.

His angel had been grounded.
    Her wings broken, her halo burned.
            Were the heavens truly against them?

Things started to crumble around him. The world seemed to break into grayscale chunks that drifted up and away from him, ascending into a bleak gray sky until there was simply nothing left. He was lost, drifting through space with nothing to guide him back to reality. It was as if an invisible line, frayed but intact before, had been cut, and he was no longer connected to the world around him. The worst part? It wasn't painful. It was just nothing. Numb. Empty. He was no longer there.

Until she came to life.

It was hard to believe what he was seeing. Featherheart suddenly twisted around, completely alive and still fighting. Wolfshadow blinked once. He blinked twice. The world started to piece itself back together around him, slowly, invisible threads connecting chunks of earth and trees, grass and leaves stitching themselves together, pieces of dead sky snapping silently back into place. Starbursts of color blossomed around him. By the time everything came into focus, she was already halfway across the clearing, hissing temptingly at her attacker. The silver tom almost melted with relief; a scene repeated itself in his head, a fox snapping its jaws shut around his leg, blood on the snow. Her eyes, so understanding and compassionate, so beautiful. Two quiet words that meant everything.


    Thank you.


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The SunsetClanner righted himself, pressed a paw to his nose. When he let it fall away, a splash of crimson was visible on the center pad. He studied it a moment, turning it this way and that, watching the light reflect off of it at different angles. Then he brought it up to his mouth, raised his intense amber gaze to meet hers, and let his tongue slowly swipe up some of the dark liquid.

He smirked.

Then he stiffened.

What are you doing? Let me handle this.
She didn't do anything wrong. Leave her alone.
Something was forcing its way to the surface, using him as a platform to climb higher, forcing him deeper as a result.
You dare defy me?

The only response was a surge of resistance from the opposing force as it pushed its way past him and shouldered him aside with some effort.

Lowering his paw, the cat that now existed as Birchflame once more bit his lip as he debated how he should handle his leave. Two against one was outrageous, and he had a feeling that if he let his companion surface again here, he'd never allow him to control his own body again. There was no point in killing these two, anyway. Why save a life only to end it?

"...Sorry. I was going for him," he finally managed, turning away from her. Self-righteous deputy tensed a few feet away, and Birchflame glanced his way. "You'd better keep your own warriors under control from now on," he added, and without another word, simply walked away.

At the edge of the clearing, he stopped, glanced back at the she-cat, and licked his lips to clean the blood from them before shooting her a warm smile.

And then he was gone.

[Clemintine]

OOC: My muse left me </3

IC:

Featherheart panted as she watched the tom stand there without a small sign of being tired, he looked like he hadn't even lifted a paw while she stood there half out of breath and bleeding. Her shoulder ached now and it was very painful or at least now that her adrenaline was gone it was very noticeable. Her green eyes narrowed as Birchflame began to talk. so his excuse was he was going for Wolfshadow? Featherhearts ears laid back and she growled low, her tail looked like a ball of fur it was so puffed out in defense.

She glared as the tom smiled at her, why was he smiling? She stared after him in hatred and confusion, what had just happened? Sinking to the ground Featherheart stretched her neck and licked at her shoulder, she flinched feeling it throb in protest. Wolfshadow! Featherheart snapped her head up to look at the deputy, she gulped nervously not sure of what to say or what to do.

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ooc: Clemintine owo I feel like... I'm being more productive than usual... <3
muse: okay
music: fallen angels (black veil brides)

Wolfshadow's angry gaze followed the tom until he disappeared. The moment he was gone, however, his head swung around to Featherheart just as she looked up at him. Their gazes locked at the same time, and his eyes narrowed to slits.

"Featherheart."

Every part of his body burned with anger; rage came off of his body in waves. The unsettling smile was, of course, missing as he stalked over to her, tail lashing, each step seeming to push him closer to detonation. By the time he reached her, the dark expression on his face had made it nearly unrecognizable. His looming height didn't do much good for him in the impressions department either.

As soon as he was close enough, the silver tom leaned forward to sniff the wound on her shoulder, his heart still pounding with anger. "Are you alright? Does it still hurt too badly? Can you move it?" Looking her up and down, his barrage of frantic questions resumed. "Are you bleeding elsewhere? Do you feel faint? Did he hurt you anywhere else?"

[Clemintine]

Dark angry eyes focused on the she-cat she suddenly felt her heart skip a beat, whether it was out of fear or that he was just simply looking at her she couldn't tell the difference. The tom seemed to stomp towards her, at least the anger that vibed off her made her feel like that's how he would walk if he wouldn't have been so.. well perfect to her. She felt her whiskers twitched and realized her mouth was hanging open, she slowly closed it and swallowed hard, what she was seeing would in fact have scared her half to death if she didn't feel a strong attraction to the deputy. She felt her body wanting to get run and run away, or with a hurt shoulder and he.. was well much stronger than her he would easily catch up, he instincts also told her to show submission but she wouldn't. Featherheart closed her eyes as he leaned in to smell her, like she was accepting death if he was to do such a thing.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and that was the only thing she could hear as her eyes remained close feeling the heat radiated off the tom as he gave her a sniff. What she wasn't expecting was the sudden questions, that were coming from the toms rather rapidly. Her green eyes opened slowly as she took in how close he was, made her go a little cross eyed at first but she quickly refocused. "I can't feel it right now.." Her voice was a whisper and her eyes locked onto his, she couldn't feel her body to be honest, he was so alluring to her it toke her breath away. She didn't answer the other questions expect one "I'm fine.. Wolfshadow." she said his name sweetly like it was something to be cherished. Her eyes were soft, she knew he was still mad and he could snap on her at any moment so she handled the situation with care, like it was a newborn kit.

Featherheart wondered what Wolfshadow was thinking, did he think that Her and that.. other tom had a thing going on? She felt like she needed to explain herself but then again she hoped he knew that... The she-cat soon came to realization. He didn't know how she felt about him... she wasn't so sure how he felt about her, in her eyes he had been avoiding her like she was greencough. Her heart ached at the thought, and she lifted her eyes back up to stare into his I love you. She felt her right ear twitch, even thinking the words made a shiver run up her spine.

Featherheart glanced down, she would never be able to tell him such things, he was a deputy and she was just some warrior who was out here being saved by some other Clan cat, she didn't even have an apprentice, is she was to be killed the clan would be ok, sure she might be missed but the Clan would go on. Featherheart gave a small smile and looked up at the deputy "I'm sorry, I'll accept any punishment you see fit..." her green eyes fixed back on his waiting for his anger to be taken on on her.

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ooc: Clemintine I had... a sudden rush of muse right in the middle here. u_u and I kind of assumed she'd stay put. just let me know if I need to correct it.
muse: very high
music: the light behind your eyes (my chemical romance)

It was impossible to deny that while he was most concerned for his safety, but each word he spoke drove a dagger deeper into his chest. By the time he had finished, it was almost unbearable. As much as he tried to focus on her injury, the image of the stranger standing over her, fire and snow pressed against each other, a white paw reaching up to place it on his chest-- kept resurfacing. Of course he didn't want to believe it- it was probably just some freak accident that only seemed scandalous- but how could he not? With his own eyes, he'd... And even when they were fighting, Featherheart hadn't sided with Wolfshadow but had instead thrown herself between them. Like a torn she-cat in an affair. It was a lie; a lie. Wasn't it? The silvery tom hadn't realized how close they were until she opened her eyes and he was drawn into their rich depths, drowning in a sea of breathtaking clover green. This beautiful color is what caught him and trapped him there, his head bent a little to see her evenly, their noses almost touching. He could feel himself falling, fading, whisked away in little pieces by the wind. Her soft, sweet scent engulfed him and her lulling voice made his heart ache. Now it pounded for a completely different reason.

And all he could do was stand there and let her sweep him away with those beautiful, beautiful clover eyes, his thoughts a jumbled mess. Run. He had to run away, or he would... he would... but there was nothing in the world that could have gotten him to move an inch at that moment. Not Fangstar, not Dewmist, not Moonpetal, not Venom, not a cat in the six clans could have moved him from that spot. Not even Dawnwillow. Dawnwillow.

    Run.
        Him.
            Hide.
                Tear.
                    Choke.
                        Mine.
                            Crush.
                                Devour.
                                    Her.
                                        Hurry!


No matter what he felt for her, this was a crime, and it had to be punished. He leaned in closer, eyes misted. His gaze didn't leave hers until his muzzle pressed against her neck softly, his warm breath blowing gently against her skin. He waited there a moment, feeling her heartbeat push gently against his chest, the blood pulsing through her neck. Life, so precious, so fleeting and warm; and at the tips of his fangs, just begging to be freed. Any punishment he saw fit...

Hurry!

Pointed blades pressed into the skin of her neck just slightly, just enough to sting...
but not enough.
Hurry, hurry!

Wolfshadow closed his eyes and the pressure at her neck vanished. A soft sigh blew through her fur as his head fell against her shoulder. No, she was the only one. The only one he could never punish. Who he could ever trust. I love you. What had he been thinking? It took every remaining ounce of strength in his body to keep himself from collapsing into her completely. He was tired. "Why are you so..." but she could never know. I love you. He could never tell her that he would never forget what she'd done for him. That she was all he ever thought about anymore. That he envied everything she touched. That she made his head spin, his heart race, that she had saved him, that she was all he needed anymore. I love you. He needed to protect her, because without her, he couldn't breathe. And he was afraid; no, terrified of falling back into that dark place again, because the whispers were loudest where he couldn't see her. His light. His breath. His strength. His everything. I love you, I love you, I love you.

"Idiot."