Home away from home(open)

[°Fallen°Rain°]

Alone she walked slowly through the trees, she normally stayed around the rouge camp, with others like her, but still sometimes even they got on her nerves. Moving slow with her head hung low she sighed and stopped. Nothing was right, nothing went well, but she kept going. Moving further and further into the darkness of her mind. At this point almost no one could save her, no one could get through. Her dark orange eyes looked at her surroundings checking, for prey, or for others. She let out a cry and started to run, gaining more and more speed as she went. Up ahead was her destination, a large looming oak with thick branches and bright green leaves. She jumped as she grew nearer and clung to the trunk pulling herself up. She laid down on one of the lower branches and closed her eyes for a moment taking a rest.

[Badgersoul]

L A ♥ S H

^{Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, your such a ---- hypocrite}

"Hey there rougie"
A tan tabby she-cat had been laying on a higher branch; her amber eyes staring down at the red she-cat like the hot sun. The she-cat was a very beautiful she-cat. Her body was molded to be graceful. Her small paws looked so delicate, so fine. Her ears were a bit to big for head head; making her look so innocent. Her tail was long and slender. Not only did this make her look more feminine but it also made her very good at balance and grace. She was a beautiful tabby; with a deadly reputation.

Lash stared down at the black she-cat. The sent of rouge clung to the cat's pelt. It was a disgusting smell; almost as bad as the clans. Lash wasn't unpressed by this she-cat. Not only was she a rouge; but by the way she looked. Lash could tell she had problems with her. Mental or Physical; Lash didn't know. All Lash knew was there was a bad aura around this little kitty. "What are you doing all the way out here honey, a pretty little she-cat like you should have a family to take care of. No?"

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[°Fallen°Rain°]

A hiss came hard and angry from inside her, "My name is Narrowgaze, and you would do good to use it." Her large black body shot up and she looked right above her and smirked. It was just a pretty little she-cat, she probably did't even think of the pain she could cause her. "A family, yeah right, my family lives with the clans." She grinned and climbed up a few branches until she was on one next to the other she-cat.

"I was kicked out," she pondered on telling her why, sometimes she liked to just talk to others, and maybe she could have a good conversation, before telling her she was a murderer, and had killed two warriors in cold blood. She smiled and looked right into the other she-cats eyes, "don't you have a family to care for?" She hissed and grinned hoping to hit a sore part of her heart.[/size]

[Badgersoul]

L A ♥ S H

^{Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, your such a ---- hypocrite}

Surprisingly, Lash looked completely calm. She didn't even get up. She only turned her pretty little head so that she was staring up at the rouge. Her amber eyes were completely calm; not one emotions shone through her mask. Lash flicked her tail back and forth; almost a since of peace consumed the she-cat. As if Narrowgaze wasn't even there. "I have a mate named Wave; but it has been quite a while since I have seen him..." Lash thought back to her mate. She did miss him; but Skull had sent his follower, Wave, to do his dirty work. Something he did quite often to all his followers. Lash knew that one day Wave would be back.

"My name is Lash, hun" Lash meowed. Her amber eyes looking deep into the jackolantern eyes of Narroweyes. Lash slowly got up from her comfort; "I am a follower of Skull,a follower of Bloodlust" the words she said sounded so angelic, even though the words themselves were harsh.

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[°Fallen°Rain°]

"Ah," She now knew more about who she was dealing with. Bloodlust, sounds like a group of killers, does she kill. "we may be more alike then you think." She grinned and lifted a paw licking it and dragging it over her ears, then looking back into the eyes of Lash, "So you are a killer too?" She turned her gaze away, looking to the sky and everything around her, pain flooded into her head, something was telling her no, the other side of her, the one who killed those cats. "How many have you killed, how many in cold blood." The words she said came out in a hiss, they were like a hunger, one for the taste of blood, one for the taste of death. She narrowed her eyes and waited for the pretty little she-cats answer.[/size]

[Badgersoul]

L A ♥ S H

^{Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, your such a ---- hypocrite}

Lash was taken back by the question; she sounded so much like Meer. Lash looked away for a second, counting all the times she had killed a cat. Yet the thought of Meer made her shiver. Meer was one of the most feared cats, the mate of her master Skull. Meer was a very ugly she-cat; sandy colored pelt, three legs, one eye, the other just a bloody mess. Her eyes always looking right into your soul; her lust. Her blood lust was so great; this canibal kitty was someone that Lash tried to avoid. Yet being on the same team made it quite hard to avoid this dangerous cat.

"I have killed many, many cats" She said simply. Not wanting to go deeper into her memories in fear that Meer would be lurking there. Lash took a shaky breath in, then out. Allowing her body to relax. Lash closed her amber eyes for a second, allowing the fear to dissolve from her body. Lush looked back at the black she-cat; examining every detail about her. Lash could tell already that she was also a killer; this didn't really bother Lash in the least it only made Lash wounder if this she-cat was tough enough to join the alliance or Skull.

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[°Fallen°Rain°]

She could see fear dwelling in her eyes and around her before she closed them taking in a breath. Narrowgaze smirked, "yes of course you have, you killed them why, because you wanted to, or were made too?" Now her eyes were filled with the hunger of wanting to know more, why she killed them, how, she loved the thought of death, maybe this cat wasn't to bad after all, maybe she could be a friend, no! No friends, allies. "So pretty kitty, why do you kill," she wispered in a hush voice, trying to seem calm, but she was too happy for words, "I do it for the fun, the scent of blood lingers on my paws many days after, it is a sweet smell that helps me sleeps at night. I love to line my nest with the fur from my claws after a good fight." She stopped, wondering if she had gone to far, or not far enough.[/size]

[Badgersoul]

L A ♥ S H

^{Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, your such a ---- hypocrite}

Lash nodded silently, her memories of Meer shoved to the back of her mind. Lash looked up at the sky, "I kill for many different reasons; but mainly I kill for reason. To please my master skull, to break the clans down, to watch the clans suffer; just like the suffering they caused me" Lash's voice became dark. Messy emotions filled her voice; a dark feel washed over her. "The voices praising me. The dark red liquid pouring down a pone my pelt; warm agents me. The harsh sounds of clan kitties screaming" Lash was starting to sound insane. Her voice melted into emotions, and for a minute. You were able to hear what she felt inside. "The heart throbbing agents their chests. Knowing that they will never walk again. Seeing the fear, the panic, the regret of ever hurting me in their eyes" Suddenly Lash relized that her mask of emotions had came undone. She quickly retied them together. Masking her insides once more.

Lash looked back into the dark eyes of Narroweyes; her eyes stood out so harshly agents her pelt. Like the moon when it is to close to the earth. Lash thought for a moment, would a rouge really want to quite Phantom's groupie and follow the way of blood? No- Phantom was a very skilled cat. Lash knew that many rouges would never leave his side, was she one of them? "Tell me honey; what are your feelings towards Phantom?" The Siamese Tom cat flashed into her mind. Lean muscled, a strong will. Yet not blood thirsty, like this pretty little kitty was. Maybe Lash could pull her into the alliance.

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[°Fallen°Rain°]

She listened intently, not wanting her to stop. The sounds of blood running, the sights of fear in eyes flashed through her head. This cat had seen it all, she knew all that Narrowgaze knew, maybe more. They could work together, she knew the clans, and this cat knew the outsiders. "Phantom, never heard of him, pretty kitty, you must have noticed I am some what of a one cat army you could say." She smiled and her eyes darkened more, she had found everything she ever wanted, cats who lived to kill. "A master eh, do you grovel at his paws too?" She didn't like listening to others, or have them tell her what to do.

"Look, to tell you the truth, I don't know much about the rouges and loners, I was a clan cat most of my life, and well then some things happened and I ended up out of that life, so I wont know any loners you talk of." She didn't want to be asked, do you this or do you know that, she wanted to know something, something she wasn't quite sure of.[/size]

[Badgersoul]

L A ♥ S H

^{Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, your such a ---- hypocrite}

Lash smirked at the she-cat words, "Well; you should get to know the way things work, sweetie, so I will clue you in. You see; a long time go outcasts were split into two groups. The ones who wanted revenge, the rouges, and the once who only wanted to live their own way, Loners. One day, a she-cat named The Night came to this land. She was born from Nightclan, no one knows why she left. Some say she killed the whole clan before she left, others say that she got kicked out. Any who, she began to gather rouges together. Plotting agents the clan cats. Bloodclan also joined the rouges; in alliance. Together they fought agents the clans. Both Shadowclan and Thunderclan fell first; yet cunningly Riverclan and Windclan plotted together and destroyed The Night. Many cats fled; fearing for their life. Even Bloodclan ran! The Night was dead and one of her followers, Phantom, had taken over. Yet Phantom wasn't a blood thirsty as The Night. It is said that his mate lives in the clans- or at least used to. So you see- many rouges left along with many Bloodclanners looking for a home. That is when Skull showed himself. He killed many, proving his worth and his power over all. Slowly he begin forming a group. Me being one ofthe first to follow in his foot steps. He promise us revenge, he promises us a better life. Slowly the pack of us began to grow; multiply over the moons. Now there are three loner groups. The rouges, the loners, and Bloodlust"

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[°Fallen°Rain°]

Narrowgaze listened, thinking, thinking where she fit in. She was a rouge, and the rouge camp was where she was before this. She hadn't been there long, only about a day or two. Maybe she wasn't ment to be there, maybe she wasn't ment to be with the other rouges. Sighing she walked across her branch and jumped to another, then another. She moved through the tree with ease and then looked back at Lash. She has to listen to a master, but yet she gets to kill, and she is feared by many. She pondered over the idea, then thought of a simple question to help her dicide where she belonged. "Where were you before you joined Bloodlust, I mean were you a rouge or a loner?" Maybe Bloodlust wasn't for rouges, well maybe she wasn't ment to be here, maybe she was ment to go back to the rouges and fight the clans for her life.[/size]

[Meerful]

.x. the hardest things to say are the words that mean the most so i'll bite my tongue until it bleeds and i doubt you'll even know .x.

M- M- M- Meer,,

I hate myself for loving you like this. I hate myself for hating myself just enough to love you. The words chiseled themselves in Meer's mind like paw prints in the sand. Her belly continued to swell. Its size ever increasing... Along with her appetite. She had a distaste for eating. To her it was a weakness, and addiction. As was love. Is love an infection? Or a sick addction? Her mind wandered from place to place like a leaf carried by a stream. She barely paid worry to the thoughts that jumbled inside her head. All that mattered was Shard, Skull, her kits, and her family.
Family
The word meant so much to her. Finally she could start tearing down those wlls she put up, finally ready to ta that big step, ready to see if she could fix everything. Her group, her clan, her life, whatever any other cat preferred, meant everything to her. She would stop at no limit to protect them, even if it took her life. Her life, so weak and fragile, had so easily taken many others, how hard could it be to take her down? Meer closed a solemn eye. How could she think such a thing? Shard needed her. Without Shard, Meer would surely die.
If you die, I die. We are twins, we are the reflection. I am you, and you are me. What I do, you do, what you do, I do. That's how it is.
The words were the epitaph of her core. She knew it to be true. What Shard did, she did. She was Shard's twin. Drastically different appearances, the same solid firm core inside. Like flint, beautiful to look at, but terrible to touch. Meer smiled to herself. Meer was Shard and Shard was Meer. Reflections, only backwards of the other, only compeltely the same. That's just how it worked. Meer drew in a deep breath and walked stealthily through the forest. Her forest. Shard's forest. Sort of Skull's, but Meer knew that it would always be something only she and Shard could have such comprehension to. Their lives had played out like a fairytale, all in this forest. It held their memories. It belonged to them and it always would.
With a lithe step, a small limp, and a bloody eye, Meer and her little individualities walked through. With apracticed leap, she hurled herself into the trees, jumping form branch to branch like a flying squirrels. She knew every tree, every rock, every trail, where the mice made their nests. She smelled of nothing but forest, with the disctint exotic scent of the desert. Even to this day her tragi past clung to her fur, as well as her mind. The look of her mother's eyes as Meer spilled her life retaining blood on the ground was one she would never forget, but it was one that hinted at victory. Meer blinked slowly, replacing the image with the scenery of the forest. She growled unde her breath and lurched forward, landed a fox length away from an intruder on her land.
"Oh boy. Lunch." Meer hissed. She drew a tongue across her stomach as if to tell her unborn kits where her devious thoughts had gone. "And what would a little scrawny thing like you be doing on my territory?" Meer's tone was fierce. She would not allow anyone to get near her cats if she had a say in it. Which she always did. She was a leader, a dictator, a monarch. She always had a say. Meer growled low and smooth, rattled with anger and bloodlust. How ironic. A blood lusting leadr of bloodlust. So fitting. Meer grinned wickedly at the thought and dropped into a crouch, but waited for the cat to speak.

Listening to; 
just enough to love you
By; 
bayside

[Badgersoul]

L A ♥ S H

^{Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, your such a ---- hypocrite}

Lash was about to answerwhen the sent of death surrounded the forest. Every creature seemed to become silent as the sent murked around them. Sand, Blood, Death, Hatred, Sadness, Milk, Skull, Shard- it was Meer. Lash felt fear prickle through her body; one would think that being one of the first to join Skull's group would make her a leader. But no; Skull was the leader. Shard in charge of Healing; and Meer- the mate of Skull and like the old saying said. Behind every great tom, is an even greater she-cat. Lash feared Meer more than any other cat in Bloodlust. She was the only cat who was insane enough to eat the bodies of the dead.

Lash took a few steps back; fear eating away at her soul and spirit. The aura of Meer washed over her like a dark shadow. Then it appeared; the three legged she-cat. Belly swollen with that that belonged to her leader Skull. Lash opened her mouth to say something; yet nothing came out. She qhook her pelt; freeing herself from the crippling fear. "T-This is Narrowgaze; she wished t-t follow you" Her once strong voice was reduced to a whisper. Like that of a kit speaking to it's nightmare.

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[°Fallen°Rain°]

Narrowgaze could smell death, and fear. The whole forest changed and the next thing she knew another she-cat was here. She only had three legs and one bloddy eye. She took a step back and then swallowed all her fear. If she was to join them, she would do it calmly, not in fear. She almost changed her mind as Lash spoke, she spoke so soft, so quiet it was like she was terrifide of her own leader. Taking a gulp she dipped her head. "I am Narrowgaze, I have heard of the life your people live, and I wish to join it." She sat down and waited, just waited for what this, this cat would say next.

"I enjoy death, the scent, the sight, the blood. I have heard that you do too, probably more then me, but still I wish to follow in your ways, in the trails of pain and crimson cold blood." She could say no more, the look of this cat told her not to say much, and not to afend, it wouldn't be good to get on her bad side, since then where would she run. All of Bloodlust would be against her then.[/size]

[Meerful]

.x. how could i know that everything you say are lies about devoion and desire, and i know spark inside your eyes was just the match i used to set myself on fire .x.

M- M- M- Meer,,

Meer eyes, both of them, narrowed, and in the sickest sense, she looked almost like a snake locking onto its prey, its deadly venom already flooding into its mouth at the thought of a swift and easy kill, so simple, just one bite, one swipe, and it wasall over for the prey, slowly deteriorating within its own body like an apple lowly rotting to the core. Meer locked onto Lash, as if questioning her loyalty wit one hard stare. Meer could feel the familiar prickle of thorns in her pads. How long had it been since they had once stopped bleeding before, per usual, starting up again as the thorns seemed to embrace the earth she stepped on. "Were you hurt?" She asked Lash, surprising even herself with her confused feelings, mixed emotions, splt personalities. Pregnancy hormones. She grumbled to herself in her mind. The signs were there too, her stomach, very prominent, stuck out in soft bulges, she was going to kit sometime. At least she hoped so. Her stomach just kept getting bigger and bigger, and like a balloon, she feared it might pop with a loud bang and shower the forest with blood as kittens rained down from the sky. The mental image disgusted even Meer, the blood-loving dangerous predator that stalked through the forest, seen only when she wanted to be seen.
With a snap, Meer jurked her head towards the other cat, staring her up and down, waiting for the cat to make some rude remark and dareto challenge her. She was pleased when she didn't and the silence continued to go on like rain drumming on the ground. She could taste the other cat's fear in her mouth, and it sent her heart beat pounding. The thought of destroying the cat, ripping every limb off, watching the blood run in a thick line through the soft crevices of dirt was making her mouth water and her adrenaline begin to pulse through her veins. Meer took a deep breath and wondered if her kits hearts had sped up too, because she could feel the ache in her begin to rise, and sddenly she couldn't hold still. Her tail twitched, her claws flexed, her eyes blinked, and she gritted her teeth.
Don't kill this cat.
Meer listened to her inner self, and settled on glaring at the cat with pure disgust. "If you want to join, I'm wont say no, mainly because if I did I'd kill you and I don't want to get my paws dirty right now. I don't have time to fight some cat. I have kits to take care of." Meer's tail whipped around to curl in front of her paws. As always, she thought of her kits before herself, and she thought of Shard before herself. That's just how she was. Her link to this world was blood. With Shard she had someone to help her when she fought and failed, or fought and won, but had recieved more wounds than should have been necassary. Meer swiped her tongue over her lips, and fished her paw into the trunk, only to bring it back out, fast as lightning, a baby squirrel clutched in her long deadly snare like hooked claws. In one bite she devoured it and licked her lips once more. With a smirk, she rolled her eyes at Narrowgaze.
"Surely you understand that life isn't easy. Life is never easy. Time and time again I walk the path of thorns, the path of pain, the path where blood never stops running. It just bubbles up along my paws as if they deseve to be stained red and thick with dried clots. If you want to kill, then do so, but never understimate how hard lfe here is, how hard life is in general. When you understand that, the more you'll understand me." Meer blinked both her eyes open. "Sometimes bad things happen and there's nothing you can do but go on. Drag yourself along if that's what it take. I would know." She pulled herself out of the tree elegantly, but with the limp, of which she ha no control. She me a huffing noise as she came in contact with the ground, her extra weight really posing a problem as every day passed. "Lash, see that she knows the territory please." She asked, but in a demanding tone that no one could defy. Meer settled down in the grass and waiting for the cats to either speak or leave. If they had something to say, she was all ears, if they wanted to leave, then she would go back to searching.

Listening to; 
devotion and desire
By; 
bayside