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A tortoiseshell tom padded with such grace that no animal could be able to take their eyes off of him. A small thrush blinked it's pure black eyes at the feline and a hare's long whiskers twitched as it studied him. Singedpaw flicked his tail once and then let it drag on the cold ground. He was holding a long sigh in but it now escaped from his jaws. The tom was tired of all the winter losses. A few cats had died, one being a great member of Windclan. Charlie. He had lost his family, sister, nieces, nephews. That cat had been through so much yet he was kind to every feline in his clan. The tortoiseshell patterned cat walked on though. His orbs were filled with sadness. He had talked with the tom a few times and thought he was wonderful, kind to him, even offering him prey. Singedpaw wished that he would have been able to be in a closer relationship with the other cat. Maybe Singedpaw would have had a mentor! The tom then shook his head in pain. He couldn't keep thinking about possibilities that would never come true.

Then Singedpaw heard a rustling in the bushes. The watchful hare jumped out in front of him. The copper, black, and white colored male leaped at it with a snarl and the hare froze in terror. He slit it's neck swiftly and then bit into the creature in anger. He spat out the prey though, not being hungry. Singedpaw bared his teeth at the dead animal and hit it hard with a paw, sending it sailing end over end into the tall grass. The tom let out a furious growl. He didn't know why he was angry though. He just...was. Singedpaw then felt a sad feeling tug at his heart. What would the clan leader think of his vile actions? Singedpaw had always wanted to be clan leader. He sighed oncemore and sat down. How could he be so careless and cruel.

The feline was about to turn back and go to camp when a rustling came from the long grass. It was around the area where he had thrown the hare. For a moment Singedpaw hesitated, was it a badger coming because he had chucked a rabbit into it's den? No way! The male slid his claws out slowly and growled. His growling was like a symphony. First low and quiet but then getting louder and louder as nothing appeared from the grass's depths. What was there?

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

you don't know what you got, until it's gone

She is the heiress of CheetahClan

Cheetahpaw[/center]



Her pawsteps, so delicate and soft, were the only thing she heard. They echoed within her ears, sounding like the empty beating of her heart. The sound of her long tail dragging across the ground soothed her tired, broken body. Amber eyes that had always been alight with an amount of joy that could light up a clearing were now dull and blank, gazing down at the dead grass. Dead. That's what everything was, wasn't it? It would happen to everyone. But why did it have to happen to him? Charlie. One of her best friends. Thoughts of him made tears flow like a river from the she-cats amber depths of eyes. He'd always been able to cheer her up. He kept her in touch with reality. And she'd taken him for granted. After her other best friend, Creek, left, she'd felt betrayed. But she still had Charlie there by her side. When her warrior ceremony was delayed, she'd put her heart into proving to Wingstar that she could be a warrior. In all that she had neglected her one true friend.

And now he was gone.

The she-cat, her pelt the color of a greenleaf sun, black dapples sprinkling across it in various patterns and shades, was now lost. What was left for her to live for? Why get close to others, when she'd just face the same thing she was facing now? Why not join Charlie in StarClan, where life would be a forever peace? What was there to stop her, after all? Nothing. She hated herself more then she hated the life she was living.

You worthless excuse for a cat, she thought to herself bitterly. All of this was your own fault. You were too blind to see what you had. You deserve all the suffering you are feeling now. All of those thoughts about herself were true in her eyes. It was all her fault. Her eyes, still on her paws, blinked coldly. Her heart, split in two, beat slowly. Her eyes shot up as something landed hard at her paws, creating a loud 'thump!' that made her ears vibrate. She looked down, seeing a rabbit that had been killed, bitten into mercilessly. Her eyes narrowed in confusion. Wherever the rabbit came from, it had been downwind of her so she wasn't sure what it was that threw it at her.

Maybe it's a dog. she thought. That'd really be just what i need.

Slowly, awaiting her fate, the she-cat stepped out of the tall grass. Sunlight shone down on her pelt. The tall grass had blocked the sun from her eyes, so the she-cat winced at the sudden bright light. Temporarily blinded by the sudden light, all the cat knew was that something was growling at her. She felt her heart race in anticipation, her claws remaining slid in her sheathes. She blinked once, then twice, and finally her vision cleared. To her surprise she saw another cat, about the same age as her, growling at her. She recognized the cat instantly just by the dazzling tortoiseshell pelt. It was Singedpaw. For a moment she just stared up at him, her eyes impossible to read in the mixture of grief, sadness and even anger in their depths.

Finally, one cold word was uttered from her lips. "Hello."[/size]

[owly ✿]

Singedpaw stood still, his tail quivering as it was raised up tall. His amber eyes blazed like a wildfire in a thick forest. Was this thing going to fight him or run away like a coward? The tom started to let out a snarl when he heard more sound from the vegetation. His claws dug into the ground, what was it already? Then as he was about ready to pounce on the creature a she-cat stepped out of the grass. Cheetahpaw. He knew her. She was the little kit who was dropped off in Windclan. Singedpaw's anger faded quickly as she gazed at him with a cold stare. In return he glared at her. Why was every cat so angry or sad lately. The feline flicked his tail impatiently at her. Why wasn't the she-cat talking? When most cats meet you they at least greet you. The tortoiseshell tom narrowed his golden eyes at her. The femme's pelt shined a light copper color in the sunlight and was dotted with black speckles.

Hello.

Singedpaw back away from Cheetahpaw as her coldness startled him. Why was she so angry? Did he scare her or something? She didn't need to get so upset if he did. Singedpaw turned his head away from the she-cat's cold orbs but felt them burning into his flesh. He then turned angrily towards her. With blazing eyes Singedpaw hissed into the she-cat's face with malice. Do you have a staring problem or are you just as rude as a kitty-pet? What is your problem? Singedpaw glared once more and then turned away from the femme. What was his problem. He was so angry but there was no explanation for it. He turned back to the she-cat but looked to the ground.

The tortoiseshell male clawed at the dirt with his claws and growled. He was such a jerk, he wasn't anything like himself. What was wrong with him? The tom sighed and sat down with his back to the cheetah-like she-cat. His amber eyes burned with anger, sadness, and disbelief. He waited for the she-cat to yell and scream at him. He deserved it. He deserved all of it.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

The glare from the tom had no affect on her. After all, all glaring does is show someone you're angry. What was Singedpaw's reason for his anger directed at her, she didn't know. But she wasn't happy about it. Cheetahpaw's eyes narrowed slightly, her lips pulling back into a snarl. He had backed away from her cold greeting, but quickly recovered. Cheetahpaw listened to Singedpaw's hissed words, not flinching nor backing down. All he did was fuel the rage she felt at, well everything. Mainly at herself. Her amber eyes sparked with a newfound rage. What was her problem? After all that had happened, he had to ask why she was upset? Cheetahpaw didn't know why the thought of that enraged her, but it did.

"Some cats tend to be upset when their best friends die," Cheetahpaw hissed, her voice full of an equal amount of malice. Her tail lifted from the ground, only to lash back and forth to show her anger. Long claws, normally simply for traction when running, unsheathed. "But you wouldn't understand that, would you? You've probably never lost anyone in your entire, pampered life!" Cheetahpaw had no idea where this rage came from. She was finally letting her feelings out that had been bottled up for so long, and what she was letting out was anger. Of course she felt bad, for Singedpaw didn't deserve to be the target of her rage. Nothing had been his fault. It had been her own fault that all of this happened. Cheetahpaw let out a loud hiss of frustration, turning away from Singedpaw as well, furious at herself for attacking an innocent cat just because she was upset.

See what you do? You're just some worthless flea bag. Your mother abandoned you here to get rid of you. All of your friends are gone because of your selfishness. Why burden WindClan anymore? Cheetahpaw thought to herself, her thoughts directed at herself to hurt her. She knew that Singedpaw probably now hated her. She expected it. She deserved it. Gritting her teeth in a silent pain, Cheetahpaw dug her claws into the ground, her shoulders slumping. She did not move from that spot, though she said nothing more.

[owly ✿]

Singedpaw felt a cold blaze of ferocious fire burning in his golden hued eyes. Cheetahpaw lifted her lips in a snarl then narrowed her eyes. The tortoiseshell tom saw a harsh fury then rising in her eyes. Singedpaw flicked his tail back and forth and dug his claws into the ground. The fur of his back then rose, bristling like a porcupine. Then the golden hued she-cat snarled out some words, her lyrics like a symphony of a mad man. Some cats tend to be upset when their best friends die Singedpaw blinked once, all anger fading. Then the cheetah-like cat's words came out with her claws. But you wouldn't understand that, would you? You've probably never lost anyone in your entire, pampered life! The tom then felt a burning and unwavering fury.

His mother had abandoned him as a kit. His mentors had both died, leaving him with no cat to train him. Singedpaw let out a furious snarl and slid his claws out fully and bared his sharp fangs. He saw Cheetahpaw turn away from him in frustration. How could that little inconsiderate she-cat tell him he had never felt a loss? Singedpaw slitted his eyes and felt his fur getting hot. His pelt prickled. He wouldn't stand for such a rude she-cat's words. They hurt him and they hurt him deeply. The tortoiseshell tom let out a yolw and leaped at the gold and black spotted she-cat.

The only thing Singedpaw felt now was a numbing anger, regret and sadness. He was feeling deep hatred for the she-cat, regret for breaking clan rules and sadness when remembering his lost loved ones. Singedpaw now felt the air whistling through his ears. Before he could stop he was close to the she-cat with claws still unsheathed.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Her mind raced, her thoughts clouding her mind. Reason had vanished from her, now there was just anger. Anger at herself for being such an inconsiderate jerk. Anger at Singedpaw for making her rage come out by hissing at her. She felt anger at StarClan, who always took cats when needed most. But most of her anger remained mainly directed at her own, mouse-brained self. Cheetahpaw truly hated herself at the moment, yet her pride would not allow her to apologize. But then again, where would this go if she didn't at least say sorry? She'd been out of line with the things she said and of course felt horrible about it. But to Cheetahpaw, Singedpaw didn't seem like the type to forgive easilly. Yet she couldn't help think that if she apologized, she'd feel at least a milimeter better. Sighing heavilly Cheetahpaw turned around, her eyes pained.

"I'm sor-" She was cut-off immediately when she felt long claws scrape across her shoulders. Letting out a hiss of shock and pain Cheetahpaw stumbled backwards, tripping over her front right paw and twisting it. She let out another hiss of pain, staggering to her paws while trying to keep weight off the now throbbing front paw. Gritting her teeth, Cheetahpaw glared a deathly glare, her eyes originally apologetic now burning with a new rage. Snarling ferociously, Cheetahpaw felt her pelt bristling and her claws, still unsheathed, digging into the dirt beneath her. Never had she felt so angry in her life. Now she regretted trying to apologize to the tom.

"What was that about?" Cheetahpaw hissed, her paw throbbing and her shoulders feeling as if they were on fire. She could feel small drops of blood falling from her right shoulder- where she got hit with more force. Though the wounds weren't anywhere near serious, they stung terribly. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits, burning like an amber blaze. She struggled to remain calm, torturing herself by not trying to attack the same way Singedpaw had. Something told her to just relax and calm down, no matter how furious she felt. "Well?"