Oh great, you.

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Ooc:// For Rye and Silver :3 Iffy posts are iffy ;-; ℓυиαя

It'd been forever since she'd last been here. The undergrowth had picked up quite a bit, long vines wrapping around the thunderpath in both directions, stretching as far as her eyes could see.

"You can't tell anyone I brought you out here, alright?"
"Not even mom?"
"Not even her."

It'd been over 35 moons since that day, and to this time she'd kept her uncle's request; she never once told her mom about the time Tigerface brought her out here to the abandoned path of the snake monsters, not even while she lay on her death bed. but now there was no reason to hide her presence here, there was no reason for her not to be here. 
Back when she was younger and more naive she used to think of the first time she'd been brought here, how the path seemed to stretch on forever, endlessly in both directions, and she used to have dreams of following it to find out the places it lead beyond. but now she knew better.

Silverleaf knew that this path was not infinite and would eventually come to an end, and she also knew that it was not within her life's destiny to find out where this end was. She belonged to Leafclan, her heart belonged to Leafclan, her life belonged to Leafclan. It was all she'd ever known, and she'd been with it through it's roughest patches. When other members of the clan rebelled against the tyrant Silverstar, her loyalty remained undying to her home. And that was something that she held with utmost pride and confidence. 

Sometimes though, in spite of knowing the foolishness of her kit-hood thoughts, she found herself wandering back on over here, sitting near the path. It had once been the center of all her imaginations, but now it seemed to be a pretty good place to clear out all her thoughts. Besides, barely anyone ever wandered this way; it was frowned upon by paranoid elders, and was just overall not highly recommended for safety purposes. So when wanting to get away from others, what better place was there to go. Maybe just this once she could get her request for alone time and some well deserved down time.

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A large presence made its way through the leafy territory of LeafClan, a pale pelt the colour of hay flickering among green and red leaves. Large paws carried a fighters body solidly on the ground and anyone that didn't know him would probably expect him to soon bunch his powerful legs and leap atop the trees. Rather than carry out this ideal however, the quiet tom crossed through the territory paws in contact with the earth. Around him the wildlife flourished, the days growing hotter, and his ears swiveled upon his head at the slightest movement while his eyes stayed fixed on his destination ahead.

He wasn't worried about unexpected company - no it were the harsh words that got to him. The ones that cut like knives, slicing through the tender flesh of his belly, leaving him to rot in a hole of self pity and low self esteem. It was a dark pit and he had gotten used to seeing a glimmer of light way above him.

Out of reach.

Unattainable.

It was a well known fact that the pale tom stuck to himself and so it was no surprise that once again he was out alone in the territory keeping away from the pressing crowds, judging expressions and words that hurt. In most other clans it would not matter of his weakness, and his strengths would be welcomed as an asset - his fighting formidable in the heat of a battle. He could leave and he had often contemplated doing such on walks alone like this.

However his loyalty to his roots tethered him to never step foot outside these boundaries. Despite everything, he couldn't leave those that made him burn.

After a while, the tom made his way out of a break in the trees, green eyes settling on the unused thunderpath as it wove its way through a suffocating landscape. Each turn it seemed hope was lost but there - he could see it continuing in the distance despite the weight it carried. He paused for a moment, his tail moving slowly back and forth almost absentmindedly before he twitched his whiskers and his eyes sharpened. There, up ahead sat a she cat, her back to him and her silver pelt bright in the sunhigh sky. She was most likely here to have time to herself and at first he considered walking away and giving both of them just that but then he hesitated, half turned away.

When he had been out here on other occassions there had been no one. It was a place cats rarely came.

Green eyes sharpened and his ears flattened but he turned back and set his course on her, moving silently yet knowing she would sense him. Social interactions were something he tried to avoid however Ryeblaze had a protective streak which came from his terrible moons as an apprentice. He sought to help those that had in no way wronged him and to those he was loyal. Closing the distance, his deep voice cut out through the still afternoon and he circled slightly to give her room and not step in too close.

"Silverleaf? Everything alright?"

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A slight change in the atmosphere was all it took for the silver she-cat to be out of her comfort zone and alert. The air around her felt slightly more crowded, as if there were someone near her, and the feeling only got stronger so it was safe to assume that the new companion was nearing her. Only to confirm her suspicions a familiar scent wafted into her nose, allowing the tension (that she hadn't known had built up) to ease from her muscles. but this, by no means, did not mean that she was happy. In fact it might have been better for her clan mate to have been an intruder, because either way they were going to have to face some degree of a wrath, except in this case with words rather then claws. Depending on how you looked at it, perhaps that would be better, but not with Silverleaf- her tongue had been trained to be just as sharp as the thorns on her feet.

"Yes Ryeblaze, I'm fine." Not even for a second did her blue eyes move from the scenery in front of her, they remained trained as a deep purr rumbled in the depths of her throat. It was similar to the ones that you'd hear in a maniacs voice, so sickeningly sweet. That wasn't her intentions for it though, but rather hinting at a slight annoyance or irritation, "Just came out here for a bit of time alone, camp tends to get a bit crowded, but seems even here I can't get that."

Silverleaf turned her head so she was looking directly at her clan mate. She'd never spoken much to the large tom, but from what she had observed, he didn't speak much to that many others. There was likely some reasoning behind that, but 1. she didn't really care to hear and 2. they weren't the worlds best friends, so she had no reason to pry into his personal life. "Cats aren't exactly encouraged to come over here."

Part of her was hoping that he would take the hint and scram, and yet the other part of her was saying to quit being so insensitive, and she was feeling a bit generous which was certainly a rarity, "but since you're already here and there's an unlikely chance of getting the same peace as before, and my land is your land after all, you might as well stay." Every last word spit its disdain and distaste, like each of them were a clump of bile that she had somehow managed to swallow. Generosity by no way implied kindness, "So what brings you here?"

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He had been there for not even a moment when her voice cut through the quiet surroundings, though while he was granted her words, her eyes remained in tune to the environment.

"Yes Ryeblaze, I'm fine. Just came out here for a bit of time alone, camp tends to get a bit crowded, but seems even here I can't get that." 

Pale green eyes narrowed on the silver cat with the barbed tongue. There was no need for her to shoot him down, if she wanted him to leave he would leave, plain and simple. In fact, to the antisocial tom, that option was preferred. Too bad he happened to still care somewhere beneath the hard exterior. Her head turned towards him then and he met bright blue eyes - if only for a second before his own broke away.

"Cats aren't exactly encouraged to come over here... but since you're already here and there's an unlikely chance of getting the same peace as before, and my land is your land after all, you might as well stay. So what brings you here?"

He could tell by the way she spoke that she was saying such only because she either felt like she had to or for some confusing she-cat reason that he never seemed able to work out. Her words were almost shot, as if his clan-mate were trying to rid herself of a lump in her throat or a thorn from her paw. He saw through the poor facade that, despite what she said, screamed that she didn't want him here which was not news to him. Throughout his time as an apprentice - he had received much the same treatment however that he could harden himself to. What rubbed his fur the wrong way was that she seemingly felt the need to entertain him with something while he was here.

Pity.

He hated it more than the bullying itself.

Forcing himself to regard her once more with a brief glance, the large warrior shook out his pelt and his head - eyes hard and unforgiving. "No thank you, I was just leaving." he cut out in his hard voice and if one listened close enough, the could hear the flooding of emotions waiting for a storm. There was so much more he wanted to say, but given his shyness or his intellect, he was not about to enter into an argument with her. Plus, as usual he were the one the problem was with. As sudden as his eyes were upon her, they left just as quickly, the golden warrior turning and starting to walk the length of the thunderpath with his back to her.

He could cross her off his list, she clearly didn't need anyones help and Starclan only knew what was running through her mind.

OOC: Alright, so. I wrote according to his character and I'm not sure how Silverleaf will react to this and if the thread will be able to continue so let me know and we can always work something out that brings them together again c:

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That wasn't the type of response she was used to, and she wasn't quite expecting it either. Usually the other warrior would put up a fight, stand at least a bit of their own ground, not just start walking away, and for a moment because of this, she was frozen.

One way or another in her life, she was used to having someone around who either always got their way, or always wanted their way, so by all means she was used to standing up for her own beliefs; she was used to being forced to use her words to make her way through things, even when there was no need to. Apparently that was the one and only thing she had in common with her father, Jayclaw. He might have never been directly involved in her life and her choices, but she knew enough about him and had interacted with him enough to know his anger levels and how he handled his problems- he was a fighter. It ran in her blood.
Not only that but her uncle who was the one who raised her never settled for anything less then what he wanted. The biggest difference between the two was though, is that he wouldn't argue. He never had to. When his voice got low and strained, you knew that you were treading on a dangerous line. Otherwise, he had such a way with words that he could twist and manipulate just about anything- there was no way to win with him.

Besides her bloodline though, the silver warrior had one other major male tie, which was one she rarely spoke about but she made the most connections with- Thrushfire. It'd been moons since she'd last seen the tom, but they'd grown up within fairly close quarters. They were nursed around relatively the same time, and ended up becoming den mates as apprentices, and as they grew, rivals of a sort. They each knew what set the other off, and they didn't for a single second let each other have a down moment. There was always some kind of "I have to be better then you", and their pride was their biggest enemy- both with levels so high they could never just admit, "hey you did better then me". 

Those three cats were what Silverleaf had drilled into her brain of what toms were like, and it baffled her that Ryeblaze wasn't, by any means, like them. Perhaps that was what struck up a fuse within her, or perhaps the belief she carried that a mother should teach their kits how to stand up for themselves. Someone shouldn't grow up to where they get to adulthood and they get to the point where they back down just because someone snapped. The golden cat had every right to be here, just as she did, and if he had just set his foot down and told her to deal with his presence and stayed... well, she would've actually liked that a lot more.

"You should learn to stand up for yourself a bit more." Silverleaf's blue eyes sat staring directly at the back of her clan mate's head as she rose to her paws, taking a few steps forward. "A simple 'I'm staying' and carrying on of the conversation would've been a bit of a better response instead of getting all rallied up like an overemotional queen." Perhaps she was about to go a bit too far with this, but she never knew when to shut her mouth. She had the scars to prove it, she was infamous for carrying out fights even when there was no reason for them to be at all, "I know you're still new to this whole 'warrior' thing, but no one's going to respect someone who just allows themselves to be pushed around."

At this point a growl was vibrating deep within her throat, eyes narrowing, "Respect is one thing, but cowardice is another." Whether or not what the last thing she said was true or not, it was up to whoever was listening. She had no idea whether or not the large tom was leaving as a manner of respect to her wishes to being alone, or fear of rejection. The latter being unacceptable in her eyes.


Ooc: I feel like this thread is honestly really allowing me to develop her to the character I wanted her to be c:

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The golden tom continued to walk away, his large paws solid on the rough ground of the thunderpath. There was silence behind him for a few heartbeats in which the tom thought she had gone back to sitting in her silence however her words told him otherwise as they settled on his back.

"You should learn to stand up for yourself a bit more. A simple 'I'm staying' and carrying on of the conversation would've been a bit of a better response instead of getting all rallied up like an overemotional queen. I know you're still new to this whole 'warrior' thing, but no one's going to respect someone who just allows themselves to be pushed around." 

He kept walking but his ears pinned back at the sudden verbal attack from his clanmate. If this was what he got for trying to check in on her, then fine. She could sort out whatever problems she had going on by herself. As he moved further away from her, her words lessened in their intensity, the tom planning on just leaving her there and not entering into an argument. It wasn't worth it.

but then she growled, something he could have overlooked if not for the harsh words that followed. "Respect is one thing, but cowardice is another." 

He stopped, his large body freezing with his back to her. Moons of verbal abuse and nightmares flooded his system, his tail starting a soft tick tock movement behind him. Finally he turned around so that his side was to her, pinning her with pale green eyes. "I would have said, 'I'm staying' if I had wanted more time in your presence however that is not the case." He didn't need to say she was proving his point. It was there in the pale depths of his eyes. "As for being a coward, I am many things, but not that. Next time I see you sitting alone, I'll remember to leave you to fight your demons alone." He muttered before turning away and continuing his trek away from the barbed Leafclanner.