wrong place, wrong time

[Creamstep <3]

The pure exhilaration of sheer inebriation flooded through his veins. The sense of danger about him, form writhing forward. Intoxication of the lungs led to the conclusion of an ecstatic thrill. Glorious aromas of tantalizing scents pursed his lips. A frozen kiss of magical embraces, smile crossed his jaws. Icy fingers brushed his cheeks, a simple mistake whispering its fatality in his ears. A quiet laugh escaped his shaking figure, rolling forth off his tongue. Claws extracted from each sheath, twisting out of them brutally. A flinch crossed his fluffed face prior to the skidding halt he was forced through, the ice torn up beneath his claws. The slick black ground beneath his claws was previously a sense of extreme danger, but he was aware of the fact that there would need to be plenty of warning in order for it to be even remotely safe. However, this was already intact; due to the extremely slippery paths, anything coming his way would have to have a lot of caution in order to avoid risking lives.

Creamstep regained his balance, surveying the icy streets around him. He was threateningly close to ShadowClan territory, but it didn't matter to him nearly as much as it should have. The snow coated the ground around him, his tracks already beginning to fade in the cascading flurries of snow. He was aware of the fact that any cat could come and see the insane mess that he had made, but any cat-- even a medicine cat that most likely needed to be stocking up on catmint-- deserved to have some fun sometimes.

( bleh. not much time to extend it, if nobody posts tomorrow then I will. I was thinking perhaps a ShadowClan cat could come and get hit by a car or something? xD )

[~All I Need]

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Magma

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A flame among the ice and snow-covered world.

It jumped and bounded about erratically, its tongues of fire streaming out behind it as the wind buffeted its flaming pelt to and fro. Two orange coals were embedded in the face of this caustic being as it traveled over frost, leaving no footprints behind it; like a ghost, it could glide over the ground with unnerving grace. Scent cloying herbs floated under the flame's maw as its bright orbs searched the land with scathing coldness, the pupils narrowing to be two slivers of onyx.

This flame was Magmapaw.

Stopping, the ginger tom bent his neck to sniff at a clump of catmint, his eyes narrowed in concentration. The precious herb had only experienced the cold touch of frost on the tips of its fragile fronds, turning its lovely mint green to a hideous black. Dropping the pile of herbs at his small paws, Magmapaw let his sharp fangs pierce the stem of the plant, sweetness flooding his taste buds. Gingerly holding the precious mint in his jaws, the ginger tom picked up the rest of the herbs and continued on his treck, his mind completely detached from his body.

For once, Magmapaw hated his gift.

Ever since meeting Scorpion, Magma's unnusual sense of thoughts had grown and flourished, opening the doors of all minds ever wider. The world now could whisper to him in day and in sleep; even if you were to lock him away forever, the room would still keep singing.

A small beat; as delicate and booming as a timpani. Head whipping around quickly with not a single whisker or ginger hair out of place, Magmapaw's orange eyes searched for the culprit. The smallest quiver of the sparse grass and he located it with scorn; a weak, feeble squirrel. But Magmapaw had learned his lesson before when it came to squirrels. . . They could be as quick as lightning even if they were lying on there death bed.

With a muffled hiss and growl of a primitive instinct, Magma threw his lean body at the rodent, claws extended. The squirrel, noticing an oddly shaped flame with a wreath of herbs around its neck, chittered angrily and darted away on quick legs, its tail bushed out behind it. Magmapaw followed on its heels, though, with his own pounding the ground rhythmically and silently.

Over a log and circumventing a bramble bush; the ShadowClan tom could see that the squirrel was tiring, its beady eyes wide with terror. The light changed as cat and squirrel entered a wide expanse of land, marked by an ominous paved line hedged by snow. . .

The thunderpath.

Eager for the thrill of the kill, Magmapaw stretched his long back legs and pinned the squirrel down by the tail, his chest hitting the cold ground with a loud thud! He had been so intent on the prey that he hadn't noticed the silver monster bearing down on him, a loud trumpeting noise emananting from its toothy maw. Eyes wide in terror, the ginger apprentice pressed himself to the ground, praying to StarClan that nothing horrible would befall him.

The sound of screeching tires and the scent of burnt rubber was strong as the mechanical creature passed right over Magma; the squirrel was crushed under one of its jet-black paws, though. With the sickening sound of flesh-tearing, its gray body pushed in and then expanded, blood gushing out from its corpse. Entrails wrapped themselves around Magmapaw's neck as the red liquid painted over his shocked facade.

It all happened in a matter of seconds.

During that small instant in time, the beau had felt the life ripped out of the prey; the agony it suffered before it was welcomed into the afterlife. Looking over his shoulder at the monster, Magma could see it gather its bearings as it slipped on the ice and then galloped on, no remorse in its wake.

Getting to his shaky paws, Magmapaw didn't notice Creamstep as he stumbled over to the ThunderClan side of the border, his sense of direction and caring for the warrior code completely discombobulated. Sitting down with a weary, stifled sigh, the medicine cat apprentice examined his lithe body, noticing not a single scratch or wound. Taking in deep, unsteady breaths, the handsome tom laid his head on his paws; what better way to clear his head by being in others? Closing his eyes and letting the world's song carry him, he listened intently. After a moment of silence, he glanced up and stared at the medicine cat cooly, his expression closed and calculating. " And you must be Creamstep; the new ThunderClan medicine cat. Well, " he laughed, bearing a mouthful of gleaming fangs in a cynical smile, " welcome to the business of misery. "

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tag; creamstep!
muse; i can always gather a little stray muse when it comes to magma ( /huggles him )
notes; finished! i thought it would be neat for a little meeting with the TC medicine cat and the SC medicine apprentice.
and besides, i just love writing with magma; he's so flippin' awesome! X3
lyrics; this ain't a scene, its an arms race by fall out boy