The Forest at {Midnight} (Shard, Meer, Owly)

[Ferny]

The forest, patrolls by day, rogues and danger at night. This wasn't a place for any sort of clan cat to wander, especially a kit, and most of all a lone warrior. Owls hooted, mice scurried into their burrows and snakes curled up to wait for the mornings sun. Everything was headed to a place that they could sleep, except for a few cats of course. Amongst the dark shadows of the night was a white and gray pelt. Pale green eyes scanned the bushes, she was a clan cat, yes, but that didn't mean that she loved her life in the clan. Back as an apprentice Diamondwing was the oldest, her brother was apprenticed at the same time, but became a warrior five moons before her. She had lost respect for the clan at that moment, but she stuck to her life here for who knows why.

Flexing her claws the white and gray Turkish Van made her way through the undergrowth. She longed for adventure, or at least some sort of variety from the boring clan life. Pulling her tail around her paws Diamondwing sat, her gaze focused on the stars, ears focused on the forest. Why does clan life seem to move so slowly? Would a loner's life be more exciting? Looking around Diamond let her mind wander past Thunderclan territory, out into the possibilities of outer clan life.

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((Blah this might not be so good guys x.x Meh muse is in a volcano.))

[owly ✿]

POiSON--* make them scream

A tabby tom stalked quietly through the shaded forests of Thunderclan. His chocolate hued eyes glinted with annoyance as a few pesky mosquitoes buzzed around his audits. Their sharp bites couldn't be avoided though and one sly bug dug it's stinging utensil into his soft ear. Poison's long claws slid out and his sharp fangs glinted savagely as he glared at the tiny bugs. The male shook his head swiftly though and raced on. He could smell another feline, alone in the forest. Poison's lips revealed a toothy grin. He slid claws out longer though and whipped through a bush like a cheetah. He saw a pretty white and grey she-cat. She seemed scared almost. Good reason too. A dark forest in the dead of a moonless night was dangerous. Poison flicked his tail and then stalked out with a small grin upon his face.

Why hello, Lovey. What is such a pretty and, He spat out the word, defenseless fae doing out so late? Poison's ears flicked slightly and he slowly circled the femme. He slid hs long tail along her back and ruffled her back fur a bit with his banner. The tom's brown orbs eyed her carefully. Such a tiny thing. He could slit her neck easily but he had other plans. Quite a pretty fae. She didn't look like a cat for the clans though. She was lithe and muscular. Might make a nice loner someday. Poison let out a quiet whisper. Do you like this place or would you prefer to find a nice dark place away from these stinking clans?

[Meerful]

.x. so now i'll cut these loveless wrists .x.

N- N- N- Niche,

Niche flew through the forest, his dark inverted pelt, exactly like his mother's, only the colours were oposites. Everything about him was like his mother. The eye, the leg, the ears, the claws, every physical asset of him was like her. With minor changes. He had been able to open his heart, he had never been through her pain, her challenges, and he had never had to overcome really anything. His life had been easy. Except his small handicaps, but those were simple to live with. Life so far had been very kind to him. He was cast into a relationship so simply, he'd found love faster than he could grow up. Even now he was a father. He had strong beautiful healthy kits. He had a beautiful mate. Life had lavished him with luck and care.

That was about to change.

Niche was exploring the forest, as usual. All the time he'd been a daredevil, blessing the landscapes near and far with his crooked grin. Now his paws had lead him, once agian, into the territory of Thunderclan, a favourite haunt of his. His own sister had gone to live with the clans, but he preferredto torment them and mess with their minds. His mate, Sakura, was always coming along with him as he ventured off to have dangerous fun. There were times when he didn't know if he was going to live, but in the end it made the whole stunt worth doing, and made it more fun. Now he was doing somethin too dangerous. He was sneaking around Thunderclan in the midst of the night. He knew it was dangerous, but not even his mother could change his stubborn determined mind. Niche was ready for danger. Danger was waiting for him.

Listening to; 
loveless wrists
By; 
bayside

[Ferny]

Diamondwing had always been the unpredictable cat in the nursery. She had violent outbursts, a hot temper, and never dealt with crap. Her pale green eyes slid from a nearby mouse burrow to a large loner tom moving through the undergrowth. Her hackles rose, tail fluffed, and ears flattened. Her eyes locked onto his, angry but not fearful. She flexed her claws "You want to see defenseless?" Her tail lashed and she turned to face him. "Do not touch me." One of her ears flicked in the direction of another noise, a fast moving noise. But even with the approach of another cat Diamond did not remove her attention from Poison.

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[owly ✿]

POiSON--* think again lovey

Poison's deep brown orbs shied brightly. He flicked his tail once and let out a small chuckle as the she-cat glared at him, orbs flickering with anger. He could see her shoulders tensing, claws flexing into the dirt. The tabby striped tom grinned and flicked his audits as he listened to the femme's words. Hostile mews filled his ears, You want to see defenseless? Poison turned to the fae. His eyes shined with a strange light, amusement almost, Show me, honey. The tabby's black claws ticked a little against the cold hard ground. A new member of the Bloodlust crew would be lovely. This she-cat seemed to show the right personality so far, anger, quick to reply. Poison gave the she-cat a quizzical look as she spoke again. Do not touch me. Why mustn't I keep my paws off of you girly? I'm not ruled by the orders of other cats, I live free.

Poison pulled a large paw up and sat down while licking his foot. Thorn like claws were extended lazily and his brown orbs payed no attention to the she-cat. He stopped, mid lick, and perked ears forward. A small sound had been sounded in the thick forest and a new scent reached the tabby's nose. Niche. This would be fun. Poison let out a mew of happiness. He turned to the fae with brown orbs that danced with an excited light. Here my friend comes. Looks like your clannie friends won't come to your rescue, will they?

[Ferny]

Diamondwing wasn't stupid, she could attack, and attack well. But she wouldn't attack when there was more than one loner, or rogue, she wasn't sure, in the area. Her tail lashed "Your not ruled eh? Well I'll set a rule for you, do not touch me." Her beautiful white pelt bristled, but she wouldn't back away instead she lifted a paw partly into the air, ready to strike. Her ears flickered to the approaching noise again, but still her eyes didn't move. "What do you want with me, with Thunderclan?" She wasn't sure what this cat's intentions were, or why he was here, all that she knew was that she didn't like it.

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[Badgersoul]

T E A R * D R O P

^{well i know what i’ve been told
you gotta work to feed the soul
but i can’t do this all on my own
no i know
i’m no superman}

Night; a condition or time of obscurity, ignorance, sinfulness, misfortune, etc.: the long night of European history known as the Dark Ages. This is the definition of night; and this definition really did define this night. A strange aura wrapped itself around the land of Thunder. Evey where you went, eyes followed you. The creatures of the night were everywhere; eyes glowing like a full moon. The howls and screams the midnight creatures echoed through the forest. It was a dark place; a frightening place; a place Teardrop loved.

Teardrop's beautiful black and white pelt reflected the stars; giving her a soft, dappled glow. Her dark blue eyes looked completely black in the night; with out a shine the she-cat looked almost demonic. Only the ones who knew her would know how angelic she really was. Her long tail shifted back and forth; keeping the graceful she-cat balanced. The she-cat was just done with her patrol, she had decided to walk by herself instead of the rest of the patrol so she could think. Teardrop was thinking about to old days when all her siblings were together. Suddenly; the soft murmuring made Teardrop stop. She scented the air, "loners". Teardrop made her way right outside the clearing, keeping out of sight and keeping her body towards the wind. "What are they doing here?"

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