a TEAR ~ FEAR of _falling OuT [open]

[owly ✿]

.my worries weighed the world how I used to be.
.and everything - I'm cold - seems a plague in me.

A light tabby coloured tom padded slowly. The land was dim and bare. A light blanket of snow littered the ground that he walked over. Small paw and claw marks were left in the snow. Poison's chocolate orbs flashed in the ivory glory. The sky was black and the land was stark white. He was a soft brown and black striped and it looked like a tiger was stalking through an abstract world as he stood out against all. Poison sighed, a puff of fog revealed from his jaws. The tom's long tail flicked back and forth slowly and he padded slowly like a tired soul trying to find a resting place. He didn't know what to do. He had lost Meer. He had lost Scorpion. He had lost the group. He didn't know what to do or where to go.

Poison's triangular hearing devices flicked back in a swift thrust. He tightened his tried muscles and leapt onto a thin branch. Snow fell off it, lazily drifting to the ground. His claws hooked into the tree's skin. It crackled but didn't crack. Poison let out a gasp as a large snap erupted his thoughts of balance. He slipped and fell. One paw was still hooked into the branch though. He let out a throaty yelp and then was snapped down to the ground. A thud followed. Poison's tired brown eyes blinked and then clouded with pain. Two of his claws were twisted and bleeding and hardly attached to his paw. The tom just slid his optics shut and laid there. What more was he to do?

.worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before.
.worse than the fear it's the knife.

_{lyrics ~ the used <|3
to ~ YOU
from ~ poison & owly
status ~ complete}

[~All I Need]

.the question asked in order
.to save her life or take it
.the answer no to avoid death
.the answer yes would make it
.make it

.do you believe in God
.written on the bullet
.say yes to pull the trigger
.do you believe in God
.written on the bullet
.and Cassie pulled the trigger

[shadow=red,left,200]Stitches

The sound of blood pushing against the thin membrane that used to be his eye was the only present noise in his head. It was painful. But Stitches was used to pain by now. It embraced him and he embraced it. The silence of euphoria would be painful. Purgatory. So Stitches felt pain when others did. It attracted him like a bee to honey. But this was darker and sadistic. Not beautiful. So this evil cat that was the picture of evil itself was drawn to Poison's emotional and physical pain...
Stitches walked up to the fallen Poison, his one optic blank and lifeless. The silver thread that ran across his skin seemed to glimmer in the dull and white landscape. "Well..." he drawled, his voice rasping from his withering lungs. "What do we have here? A straggler. Bad thing to be by yourself in such a nasty place, kid."[/shadow]

All heads are bowed in silence
To remember her last sentence
She answered him knowing what would happen
Her last words still hanging in the air
In the air

.do you believe in God.
.written on the bullet.
.say yes to pull the trigger.
.do you believe in God.
.written on the bullet.
.and Rachel pulled the trigger.
[Lyrics from Cassie by Flyleaf]

[Badgersoul]

S e r p e n t

Serpent followed her mother slowly; her long legs gracefully maneuvered her across the barren land of the loners. Serpent was reaching twelve moons; a full year old. Serpent had once been called another name; the name of the cat that she resembled most. Yet as time grew on; she lost her kit name- Kat; and she received a new name. A name that would represent her forever. Serpent glanced down at her paws; her body was now growing into her once huge paws. Now they looked almost tiny compared to her body; much like her mother's paws. Serpent closed her beautiful orbs and let the sound of her family's footsteps take over her. She marked each beat; until it became a beautiful song. A song for the whole forest to hear.

Serpent's beautiful tan pelt clung to her slender body. Her pelt was short. Much shorter then her mother's and much plainer then the cat she was named after. Her sandy pelt did not sway as other cat's pelts did. Her's only ruffled in the wind. Serpent opened her deadly orbs once more; revealing beautiful amber eyes. The eyes her mother once had; before she was blinded. Her eye's were almond shaped and glowed as if they were stars.

Serpent suddenly stopped; she knew someone was out there. But who could it be? Serpent looked up at her mother's haunting clouded eyes; she flicked her tail as if saying"Go ahead" . Serpent nodded and raced off into the darkness. The sky above her was littered with nothing but darkness, the ground under her was cold and white as her sister's , Lullaby's, pelt. Serpent let her feet make the same beat as her family's paw prints once made. Closing her eyes as the song filled her mind, soul, and being. Serpent stopped and was confronted with two toms; one smelt of Bloodlust- but the other. She wasn't quite sure what he smelt like. "What is the meaning of this" her voice was harsh; it would be hard for anyone to guess that a music box lay inside her heart- the song began up again. This time to the breaths of the toms.

[~All I Need]

.how many will die
.i will die
.i, I will say yes

.do you believe in God
.written on the bullet
.say yes to pull the trigger
[Lyrics from Cassie by Flyleaf]

[shadow=red,left,200]

Stitches

Though his senses should have been better because he was half missing his sight, Stitches might as well have been deaf, also. The torture that the humans had put him through when he was little was so destructive that he might as well be dead. But Stitches wanted to go down with as many as he wanted. Yet sometimes you didn't want to mess with the ones you wanted to be allies with. So you had to play sneaky.
It was only when Serpent spoke did he turn his mutilated face to her. The pus that constantly seeped from his closed eye ran thickly down his matted fur. The other eye that was undamaged but had the early signs of cataracts glared coldly at Serpent. "I found him. There's is no fault of mine in this scenario."

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Shoot me, kill me, kick me, hate me...
But I'll come back to do the same to you...[/size]

[owly ✿]

.my worries weighed the world how I used to be.
.and everything - I'm cold - seems a plague in me.

Poison ripped his eye lids open as a mangled beast stood before him. His fur was matted and tangled. Poison peeled his lips up - revealing a sharp line of ivory daggers. His brown orbs flashed and he eyed the feline facing him carefully. Poison stood up swiftly and padded slyly close to the tom. He could smell the other creature's rancid breath. What do we have here? A straggler. Bad thing to be by yourself in such a nasty place, kid. Poison let out a snort. The other cat's breath was a soft rasp. He would be no trouble at all. But why kill him just now? Maybe bring him to Meer and the gang...torment the ragged thing first.

Poison slid his long claws out and lifted them up to the other animal's chin. Straggler? Doesn't look like you have much to label such a cat as a straggler. Look at yourself. And I'm never by myself. My allies are everywhere you poor confused soul. As if it were planned a tan tinted she-cat padded slowly up to the cats. What is the meaning of this Poison's tabby pelt lifted up. He grinned like a snake and watched Serpent. What glorious timing. Now the lone cat would be kicked from his high spot. Bloodlust was here.

.worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before.
.worse than the fear it's the knife.

[Spook]

//Spook\\

You see me, now you don't

Long shadows snuck across the ground like the small cat that followed. They were made for eachother, the dark and she, and they would never seperate. Even with the small amount of snow there was, the sunset cat stood out and she missed the comfort of the fall when she was invisible. Above her the sky was blacker than ink, for the moon had not yet risen. She had been traveling alone, but she smelt her gang in the distance, and intruders.

Spook's pelt bristled, but layed flat again in a millisecond. She was a spook, she had no emotions. Her thoughts drifted back to Pumafang though and her mind smiled, though no emmotion showed on her miniature muzzle. She took a quick glance at her slighty bulging stomach and thought how lucky she was. But enough time to think on that later, now it was time to play judge.

Spook walked into the clearing, not even stirring the air in which she walked. She smirked evily at the lone cat and nodded her head nonchalantly to Poison and Serpent. "Hello, dearests. And what do you have here?" Spook's voice was liquid gold; warm, flowing, and filled with poison. She didn't stand by Meer for no reason at all. She had been fed by the minds and souls of Shard and Meer when she had been but a wee clannie, and she had learned fast. She was a credit to the Bloodlust loners.

Turning and turning, someday you will fall

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[~All I Need]

[shadow=red,left,200]ȘTïŦÇhËş[/s][/color][/shadow]
Loner[/color]

.all heads are bowed in silence.
.to remember his last sentence.
.he answered her knowing what will happen.
.his last words still hanging in the air.
.in the air.
[Lyrics from Cassie by Flyleaf]

Stitches continued to glare at Serpent when Poison lifted his ivory claws to his throat. He paid no attention to the fact that his life was at stake. Though death was what he feared most. Would it bring him more pain? Or the feeling of nothingness? If it were the first, then he would literally be in his own private heaven. He would be in his own sadistic ecstacy. Yet if he felt nothing... Stitches shivered at the thought.
"Straggler? Doesn't look like you have much to label such a cat as a straggler. Look at yourself. And I'm never by myself. My allies are everywhere you poor confused soul."
"Hello, dearests. And what do you have here?"
He hated it when others came. Didn't anyone wander alone anymore besides those idiotic Clan cats? They didn't know what lurked in the shadows or what haunted them in their dreams. They were too easy to be prey. Only the rogues and loners put up a good fight when it was fair.
He licked his cracked and leaking lips and smiled wickedly. "Now did I do something to cause such violence and hostility among others like myself?" His smirk stretched wider until it took up his whole, disgusting face. "I was just walking by my lonesome. Why attack one who is minding his own business?"

[Spook]

//Spook\\
Pretend you see nothing, thats all you can do.

Spook sat down and listened calmly to the old cat's words.
"Now did I do something to cause such violence and hostility among others like myself? I was just walking by my lonesome. Why attack one who is minding his own business?"
The ugly feline was right, no matter how hostile she usually was to other cats. She herself travelled alone more often than not, but she had her place in BloodLust. She crossed many lands, she was always slipping around the clan territories, keeping to the edges.
Spook thought of what she usually said when she was caught. "There is no need to chase me off, I am no threat. I take nothing and I never stop moving, so keep your claws to yourselves Clannie." And though she was the queen of betrayal, she kept her word.

The beautiful cat's turquiose eyes swum with silver and they sparkled with mischeif as she said," Then why are you bothering him, dears? These lands hold many more loners than just BloodLust, remeber? We may be the largest group, but that does not mean we have the right to take away other cat's routes. You don't chase me off everytime you see me, just because I often travel alone. The only reason I would find for decapitating him, Poison, as you look you are about ready to do, would be for letting his cheeky tounge out of his muzzle. And don't tell me you don't have one as well. Let him go and let him explain himself."

Because if you look you will be blinded by the horrors of this world

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[~All I Need]

[shadow=red,left,200]sTïŦÇhËş[/shadow]
LONER[/s]

.all heads are bowed in silence.
.to remember his last sentence.
.he answered her knowing what will happen.
.his last words still hanging in the air.
.in the air.
[Lyrics from Cassie by Flyleaf]

Stitches smiled on the inside. Violence and death was the answer to everything, but not at first. You had to be patient to get what you want. Keep to the shadows, not burst into the light. If you want to fall, then fall with dignity. But if you want to kill slowly and painfully and not go down yourself, then wait and embrace the darkness. Light kills. Darkness harvests.
"Then why are you bothering him, dears? These lands hold many more loners than just BloodLust, remeber? We may be the largest group, but that does not mean we have the right to take away other cat's routes. You don't chase me off everytime you see me, just because I often travel alone. The only reason I would find for decapitating him, Poison, as you look you are about ready to do, would be for letting his cheeky tounge out of his muzzle. And don't tell me you don't have one as well. Let him go and let him explain himself."
Exactlly, Stitches thought wickedly. Now someone sides with ol' ugly Stitches. Let's see how this works out. With this thought he didn't reply but the corners of his mouth lifted a little at Spook. His ugly cataract eye shifted to stare at the newcomer's swollen belly. She was pregnant. This he could easily tell. Interesting lives those young ones will have, he mused darkly. Eventually this StarClan will be a thing of the past. The Clans will walk in fear and fall apart. The dark and day will be ruled by Evil. And that's beautiful.

[Burningwing]

SKULL

The cat, you may say, seemed to be unusually wary as he entered from under the ground. He seemed frightened as his ears drew back along the line of his skull, and his eyes tightly shut but his senses wide awake. Perhaps he didn't want to see the barren, grey world he was emerging into, or maybe he was simply trying to tune in on other senses that might be of more use at this time. His fur, although speckled with dust and grit, was clearly bone white underneath, and black wreathed his shut eyes like curtains on a window. A thin line of ebony lined his lips, and even though his mouth was closed, over the rim of his lip two tarnished fangs peeked. He barely stood out against the pale milky blanket of snow. Then, with a faint flicker, his eyelids drew back.

Drew back over ice cold eyes.

Skull took a deep breath, releasing it suddenly so that his clouded the air in a swirl of steam that was expelled from his nostrils like smoke from a fire. Light skimmed the surface of his fur, glowing white and ghostly in the faint lanterns of the stars. He looked like a snow figure against the night-sky, his legs seeming to melt into the snow. How...absent I have been... He sighed into the cold air. But none of that mattered now. He was back, and better then ever. Better then ever despite the fact that his wide icy blue orbs hadn't seen hide nor hair of his blessed children for almost a moon. And the days kept dragging on in which he hadn't seen Meer. Meer. Her name sent a thrill up the vertebrae in his spine, even when he through of it.

Skull was renowned through the clans, his name sent a jolt of ice through those who heard it. It was the same that way with Meer, that was only one of the reasons they fitted together so well, like two pieces of a heart locket. He was feared, not because of mindless killings and sudden, dramatic changes in attitude, but because of his talent in battle, he thought things out before following them, such as plans for battle. but of course, it was also his lust to kill. His lust for blood. Skull grinned gently as he emerged fully out of the old badger set, carefully placing his large white paw on the surface of the snow. Not far away, Skull could see the silouettes of other cats on the horizon. By the smell of it, they were from his group. His cats.

With a small stretch, clawing up at the dirt, tail curling tightly in the air, he began to proceed toward the cats, eyes lit up with faint interest, pulsing bright neon blue in the darkness. As he got closer, the sound of the cats voices grew, rolling through the chilled air until it reached the keen ears of the tom. He could reckognise them now, Poison, Spook, Stitches and Serpent. From the sounds of it, they seemed to be in an argument. Swiflty, Skull's pink tongue raced along his lips before zipping back into his mouth. This might be fun... He was upon the group now, ghastly bone tail held confiently in the air, rattling and snapping in the slightest breeze. " Well, what do we have here..?" He drawled, whiskers twitching curiously, calignous pupils slitted knife thing. " Its been awhile since I've been out here, whats going on?" His voice was barely below a hiss as his menacing eyes apraised the surronding cats.

[~All I Need]

[shadow=red,left,200]sTïŦÇhËş[/shadow][/color]
LONER[/color]
.do you believe in God
.written on the bullet.
.say yes to pull the trigger.
.do you believe in God.
.written on the bullet.
.and Stitches pulled the trigger.[/b]

A thrill of respectful fear shivered up Stitches spin as the scent of ancient bones drifted to him on the air. The scent reminded him of corpses that died in each others arms while the most horrid scents of the universe was laid upon them to stay for millions of years. He had come. The one of evil and death itself...

Skull...

Stitches turned his horrific self towards Skull. The membrane that kept his destroyed eye from spilling out throbbed painfully and obivously. Blood ran through Stitches old veins with a high viscosity. His teeth pulled back in a smile... But anyone would have thought he was sneering. My, my... Skull has returned. This will be an interesting renunion.
"Skull. My good acquiantance. I haven't seen tooth or claw of you for a while," he breathed. Almost a welcoming hiss. "As to what's going on... It's me being attacked for no reason. Except for Spook there," he nodded at her. "Only she seems to understand that I mean no harm." Ha, what a lie that is. Stitches's eyes drifted down to the long claws that rested against his grimy throat. "Well," he sneered. "Are you going to back down, Poison?"

[Badgersoul]

S e r p e n t

Serpent watched as Spook walked into the clearing. The beautiful queen looked lovely in the moonlight; her pelt shinning like the stars. Serpent, feeling that she was no longer needed, began to daydream. Her tan eyes closed and her beautiful lullaby started to whisper back into her head. The heartbeats of the cats made the beat while the haunting wind made the melody. Serpent C o c k e d her head to the side like a puppy. Letting the song fill her very being. As The song played on; a new beat began to come into play. Letting it's strong, dark song bang away into the meolody. Taking over the whole song.

Serpent silently wondered who I could be, but kept her eyes shut. The she-cat was to busy trying to figure how Shard felt; being blind and all. Serpent identified the three cats in front of her; mainly because she saw them before she closed her eyes. Yet the fourth heartbeat, the strong deep one; seemed to be unidentifiable. The heartbeat slithered closer and closer. Suddenly the scent of the heartbeat caught Serpent and her eyes burst open. She knew that scent, it was Skull. The Snow white cat's question made Serpent shiver. She bowed her head a little, only wanting to show the utmost respect for the large tom. "S-Skull!"