cold.as.the.moon {{Shard}}

[~All I Need]

.no time for goodbye he said.
.as he faded away.
.dont put your life in someones hands.
.theyre bound to steal it away.
.don't hide your mistakes.
.cause theyll find you, burn you.
.then he said.[/color][/size]

The veins behind his sewn shut eyelid pulsed like the pathetic hearts of the weak. Everyone that couldn't fight or defend had to die. To have their hearts ripped out of their chests and buried beneath the cold, dank soil. They needed to end. That was it. The cold moon hovered at the tips of the trees that threw their skeletal forms upon the newly fallen snow. Stitches could connect himself to the moon. He was as cold as the moon. Heartless and a stone. Strong. With a gravitational pull that was lethal.
The white snow was a strong contrast against his jet black form. With the moon right above him and the ice crystals glittering at his paws, Stitches looked like an angel of vengence and horror. His crooked tail lay bent, curled around his hideous paws. The one eye that hadn't been destroyed glared with a malevolent spirit out at the passing world around him. Cold... Cold as the moon.

.if you want to get out alive.
.hold on for your life.
.if you want to get out alive.
.hold on for your life.[/color]

{{Lyrics from Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace}}[/size]

[Badgersoul]

ѕ н α я ∂



<sub>sometimes I feel, like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel, like my only friend
Is the city I live in. The city of angels
Lonely as I am. Together we cry

I drive on her streets 'Cause she's my companion
I walk through her hills 'Cause she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds And she kisses me windy
I never worry; Now that is a lie</sub>

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Soft snow covered the ground; soft, cold, hurtful, scornful, snow. The stars seemed to mock as they were tossed across the sky, like pieces of freshkill. The moon; quite sympathetic for the creatures below, let out a bewitching cast of haunting rays. The rays easily surpassed her cousins' lights; but was out numbered by the never ending of kin that shared the sky with her. The moon let out a loud howl of defeat; sending gusts of her breath blowing over the forest. The stars snickered at there cousin's attempted and shone even brighter; triumphant with there newly found victory. There snickers hissed, echoed, through the forest. Not far away from there kin's breath.

A black queen, aged but still not old, stumbled through the snow. Her dull, amber eyes shone with horror. The snow made it hard for her to track, and with out the game that Newleaf offered. She was weak; weak yet still would take down any cat that may give her or her loved ones trouble. Shard stumbled blindly down a slop, her tail dragging behind her pathetically. Oh how Shard wished she was back at camp. With Skull, her beloved master; Meer, her best friend; Her people, her clan. Shard felt as if she had been walking for moons; yet her eyes stil shone with dignity. She would not let anyone or anything see her in the state she was in, she was strong, she was the healer of Bloodlust!

Shard scented the air, opening her mouth to scent anything that could be eaten. The scent of a cat took over Shard's senses, making her ears prick up. She didn't know this loner, and by the smell of it- he was near The Willow. The Willow was important to Meer, as it was to many other Bloodlust members. Shard stalked over to where the tree was, her paws now sliding gracefully into step (even though it pained her greatly) She could not show weakness, she had to show only what was left of her. nothing.

"What would the likes of you be doing out here" Her voice was cold and was as empty as a hollow. Shard wouldn't allow anyone to break through her mask; to read her like they did back when she was an apprentice of Thunderclan. So she hid her feelings under nothingness. "It is a little late for kitty-pets to be exploring, no?" she she-cat let out a deadly, rusty, amused purr. Eyes flashing an indescribably emotion.

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<sub>It's hard to believe. That there's nobody out there
It's hard to believe, That I'm all alone
At least I have her love; The city she loves me
Lonely as I am, Together we cry

Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away</sub>

[/size][/center]

[~All I Need]

.no time for goodbye he said.
.as he faded away.
.dont put your life in someones hands.
.theyre bound to steal it away.
.don't hide your mistakes.
.cause theyll find you, burn you.
.then he said.[/color][/size]

Stitches sensed the she-cat before she made herself known. But the tom closed his one, clouded eye and tilted his hideous head back to cackle quietly--almost silently--to the blinking stars above. The fur along his rippling back whipped and lashed, like a snake poised to strike. Everything about him was evil and wicked. Did he feel sympathy? No. Did he feel love? Hell no. Stitches remembered what those humans had done to him. They had ruined him. But he eventually thanked them... By killing them.
Strong, callused hands picked the small kitten up and clutched at his throat, trying their best to block his windpipe. But the black tom thrashed and flailed his claws about and scratched them multiple times. Why were they hurting him? Why did he see pretty, dancing spots in front of his eyes?
One of the humans, a tall, blonde male, picked up a scalpel and barked an order at his followers. They dropped the kitten like he was a disease and backed away, laughing maliciously. The blonde leaped at the kitten with a feral, sadistic glint in his cold, pale eyes. The kitten made a small, pathetic sound in his throat and dashed under an alcove in the alley they had cornered him into. The kitten wanted his mother so very, very badly... But she was dead. She couldn't help him.
The hands grabbed at him again and probed him like a scientific specimen. A needle slid deftly in and under his skin. An ancient scream erupted from the small kitten's lungs and ended with a single, high-pitched note that lingered in his ears long after. They sewn his eye shut and ripped his ear from his head and broke his tail... But he still survived. The kitten didn't know how this happened. But he did.
After a moon of the agony that followed him like an angel of vengence, the kitten--now Stitches--sought for revenge. He snuck into the blonde's house one night and clawed his throat out. Just before the human died, however, his eyes connected to Stitches's one eye and glimmered with fear. That one dose made the black cat yearn for more. He wished to kill... Over and over again...

"What would the likes of you be doing out here? It is a little late for kitty-pets to be exploring, no?"
The pale, green eye rolled around in its socket and finally focused on the blind she-cat. He could hear her heart... The squelch of blood pouring in and out of the artriums... A smile pulled his lips back to reveal yellow, dripping teeth. "My, my, my... Now what have we here? And what would a pretty little she-cat like you be doing out here in the cold, cruel world?" He answered her question with a question. Stitches enjoyed messing with the weak, small minds of the world around him. He enjoyed to see their emotions tamper with their heart. It created different tunes that added to his lust.

[/size]

.if you want to get out alive.
.hold on for your life.
.if you want to get out alive.
.hold on for your life.

{{Lyrics from Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace}}[/size]

[Badgersoul]

{ PULL ME BACK TOGETHER }
{ OR SEPARATE THE SKIN FROM BONE }

Shard showed no signs of hearing the tom. Her eyes stared at him silently; her ears stayed positioned in a normal stance; her tail swished back and forth in habit, her fur laid as straight as it would always lay. The she-cat stayed like that for a good few heart beats. Until her tail lashed suddenly to the right, as if it had been given the job of talking. It lashed to the right, then to the left. The bone-slender black feline took a few steps closer, eyes never leaving the spot where the tom sat. Her ears slowly dipped back as if bowing to a higher ranking far behind her. The finally, she smiled. A snake like grin; baring her pearl fangs. Showing them to the moon, to the stars, to the tom, to the world. Her tail dropped to the ground, making a trail that of a snake would make.

Suddenly; the she-cat stopped. Her features returning to normal, as if catching herself before she could attack. Yet Shard had no disire to hurt or kill this cat. No; she was his enemy, and the perfect enemy always waited. Waited like a fox stalking a kit; waiting for him to leave his mother. For Shard; she would wait until the tom lifted off his mask, to show Shard what was inside. The mask all creatures wore. The mask to keep the evil out, to keep the light inside of them pure. Every creature had this mask to protect their light, a light that could only be put out by taking it off and showing another medium what was inside of them. Then, the beholder could let the outside world to pour into the medium's shell, suffocating the light until insanity.

"you smell of nether clan or kittypet" the words were soft, gentle, but emotionless. Like a mother coeing it's kit; a kit that had been killed by her own paws. " Nor rouge... nor Bloodlust" Shard c o c k e d her head to one side. Though it gave Shard an innocent look, her eyes shone with everything but innocence. " That makes you a loner; how strange. I thought Meer and Bone already killed all of you off " Shard wrapped her bony tail around her skeleton. Her amber eyes staring challenging at the tom. " It would be wise for you not to flirt with the she-cats around these lands, you may come across one who isn't quite sane enough not to hunt you"

[~All I Need]

.no time for goodbye he said.
.as he faded away.
.dont put your life in someones hands.
.theyre bound to steal it away.
.don't hide your mistakes.
.cause theyll find you, burn you.
.then he said.[/color][/size]

Stitches smiled at the she-cat, every insane part of him put into that wicked, sick twist of the lips. His one eye scrutinized her like a valuable prize and his black whiskers twitched when he realized that she was blind. This could work out to my advantage...

[/color] he thought sadistically. Every cell in his being pulled him to this stranger, pulled him to lay his head against her neck and listen to her heart. Listen to its final rhythmic beats and wait for it to still. His thirst was never sated until he heard the heart stop. Stitches was never content until the suffocating silence took over the body of his victim.
But something held him back from killing this she-cat. He knew that she was blind, but deep down in him, some ancient fear started to stir. He kept his body and his own, withering heart calm and quiet, but this slight sensation kept him from killing her. The instinct told him that she was ancient and pure evil. Something unimaginable and undefeatable. It made the mangled tom unpleasantly unnerved. But he held it back. He knew that this cat could sense his feelings, but he wouldn't let her. No way.
"You smell of nether Clan or kittypet... Nor rouge... nor Bloodlust... That makes you a loner; how strange. I thought Meer and Bone already killed all of you off."
Meer? Skull?[/color] thought Stitches. Who is she talking about? I've never heard of any of these loners... And what's Bloodlust? Why the genocide of loners?[/color] The black tom narrowed his one eye and his notched tail lashed to the side, also. He stood erect and tall, not showing any sign of fear or confusion. The tom listened to this she-cat, absorbing all the information she released. Stitches had been taught by time to wait and to stay nondescript so that you would get what you want. He did that with the humans, and they all came to their time. But none of them died as horrifically as the blonde. He had to die as painfully as possible. And he did.
It would be wise for you not to flirt with the she-cats around these lands, you may come across one who isn't quite sane enough not to hunt you."[/color]
Stitches laughed, a wheezing sound leaking from his lungs. "Who said I was flirting? Anyways, you must be quite sane; because I'm still standing here. Alive might I add. So you either must not much of a threat, or not as intimidating as you wish yourself to be."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

.if you want to get out alive.
.hold on for your life.
.if you want to get out alive.
.hold on for your life.

{{Lyrics from Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace}}

[Badgersoul]

{ PULL ME BACK TOGETHER }
{ OR SEPARATE THE SKIN FROM BONE }

" Or maybe I am saner then I come out to be" the she-cat flicked her ear to one side, her eyes staring at something only she could see. Memories erupted through Shard's mind, a story stretched as her legacy whipped over the clans. He own story, and yes.... her own flashback


"Where are we going!!"
"Would you just shut up one minute Speckledpaw! I can't even hear myself think!!"
"WHAT!!! Your the one who should keep quite Snakepaw!!"
"Both of you should hush or all of us will be caught"
"Sunpaw is right ,we should all-"
"STOP BLAMING IT ALL ON ME SHARKPAW!!"
"P-Please S-Stop fighting... I-I don't want anyone to get hurt"


Six little apprentice slithered across the land of Thunderclan. The moon was high in the sky and was really quite beautiful. The apprentices had snuck out, some yearning for adventures while others just didn't want to be alone. Out of the apprentices; three were she-cats and three were toms. One tom was a deep orange, second biggest, he had lean muscles and amber eyes that shone like the star he was named after. Another Tom, the biggest one, was a grayish blue with light blue eyes to match. The last tom was a brown tom with a white underbelly. He had green eyes that should have belonged to an adder. Two of the she-cats looked exactly alike; black and white with amber eyes. The only way to tell them apart was strange orange spots, hardly noticeable, dappling one of the she-cat's underbelly. The last she-cat was a pure black she-cat; she had the most beautiful amber eyes in the who world. Yet she looked very sickly and could easily be identified as the runt of the group.

"So now what?"
"Maybe w-w-we should g-go back..."
"Pfff; What is the matter with you Shardpaw!! Your such a wimp!!"

The black she-cat's ears dropped, her tail dropping onto the ground with a plop. "I-I am s-sorry Sn-snakepaw" she whispered. She glanced up to stare at the darkness around her, somewhere she knew that in that darkness her siblings were glaring at her. "Alright then, now that that has been settled- let's get a move on" Soon the siblings marched on, leaving the black she-cat to stand alone. Something wasn't right, she knew something was out there. A harsh scent came to the she-cat, a sent of blood being carried from the loner territory. Something told her that trouble was on the way.
"Hurry up Shardpaw or we will leave you for badger food!!" The she-cat's ears went up, "C-Coming!!"

Shard was awoken from her memories by a harsh, rouge wind. This cat smelt just like the smell she had scented long ago, yet back then it had been Skull- her leader. Shard let her tail flick once more, "You don't seem troubled by the fact that my kind killed loners without a side" Shard licked her paw and brought it over her ear, closing her eyes to prove to herself that her eyes weren't completely numb. "I assume you have had many hunts as well... " her soft mothering voice was enough to drive many cat's into confessing their deepest secrets. Like a therapist had on it's client. Shard moved her eyes onto the black tom, making it quite clear that an answer must be given.

[~All I Need]

.no time for goodbye he said.
.as he faded away.
.dont put your life in someones hands.
.theyre bound to steal it away.
.don't hide your mistakes.
.cause theyll find you, burn you.
.then he said.[/color][/size]

The only sign of life from Stitches was the slight narrowing of his one good eye as the harsh, alien wind galloped across the land. It formed a vortex around the two cats, blocking light and sound from the outside world. In this world, evil did truly rule and these two were the king and queen. Fear was born here and purity was born out there. The pupil in the middle of his filmy eye narrowed until it was a thin slit. His claws slid out silently to reveal an army of daggers. Stitches had no intention to kill this she-cat yet. But something told him that she was about to attack.
"Or maybe I am saner then I come out to be. You don't seem troubled by the fact that my kind killed loners without a side."

[/color]
"What makes your kind different from my kind?"[/color] he asked quietly. His question was true. What separated Bloodlust from beings like him? It seemed to Stitches that they weren't truly happy until they felt blood was over their paws. They consumed blood and relished in it. So what was so different about two cats? The rift that was created by judgement?
"I assume you have had many hunts as well..."[/color]
It was only now did Stitches move. He c o c k e d his head to the side and deftly moved into a crouch. His mangled, crooked tail flicked only slightly at the tip, disturbing the snow around it. His one ear was flat against his head. No fear or anxiety was there in his mind, but numbness. The tom could sense that this she-cat was wanting something out of him; his life and secrets. Well, he was going to play the same game.
"I bet not as much as you, my friend."[/color] He narrowed his eye and scrutinized the black she-cat before him. "And yet I don't know your name."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

.if you want to get out alive.
.hold on for your life.
.if you want to get out alive.
.hold on for your life.[/color]

{{Lyrics from Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace}}[/size]

[Badgersoul]

{ PULL ME BACK TOGETHER }
{ OR SEPARATE THE SKIN FROM BONE }

Fear trickled through the white, slender bones of the she-cat. The vortex, it was blinding her. She could scene nothing outside; not smell, not hear, not taste. The darkness that surrounded her seemed even blacker, the only the that she could scene. The only thing that existed. The truth was; if there was a tree that fell down in a forest, and no one was around to hear it. Did it really exist? Or was it merely a memory formed of want and desire. Was it only the feline's foolish minds, pulling tricks on it's medium? Senses in itself are pure foolishness. How can one tell if he is really seeing, feeling, tasting, hearing, living what is put before him? Or if life itself is only a figment of one's imagination? This was what Shard was; what she thought about everyday. Without her sight; she saw nothing. So if the truth rests in the power of the blind; did that mean the truth really meant that life was nothing. Everything felines every dream, every thing they accomplish; was absolutely nothing?

Shard's fears came out only as a twitch of a whisker. A movement so soft and delicate that it could be mistaken for many emotions. Shard's amber eyes stared calmly out towards the blacken tom as he unleashed his swords; the claws.. Though Shard knew they were unleashed the she-cat really had no desire or care that he had. If he attacked, she would run. Her small, balanced body was perfect for agile movements. She would move until the tom wore out, then she would kill him. If someone was killed, and only the killer was around to see it. Did he ever exist? Shard purred at her own little thoughts, a beautiful sound that spun around the vortex like the wind itself.

"What makes your kind different from my kind?I bet not as much as you, my friend.And yet I don't know your name." The she-cat's purred died away; her tail twitching in an emotion that not even she understood. "The difference, is that loners are made loners from birth or exile. A Bloodluster; they experience it. " The words were spoken in a half hearted voice, as if Shard's flame of interest in the tom had be smothered by the vortex. " My name is Shardpaw, born a Thunderclaner to Flametail and Blackpelt. Blind, I could never be made a warrior. This outcasted me even more then my other siblings. My mother was born a kittypet, father a Riverclan warrior, and was blind. This since of loneliness, this never ending hurt is what sparked my experience. My experience into Bloodlust. You may call me Shard" Thought, by the sound of it, Shard was spilling out her life story onto this tom. She didn't care. Her story was told to kits of every clan, a story to keep kits close to their mothers. Her story was one that many cats knew; she didn't care if one more tom knew it?

[~All I Need]

{{Go ahead, look away

[/size]}}
{{But you'll regret living[/size]}}[/center]

What does one man's ramblings mean to another? Nothing. For the one that listens isn't really listening, for he didn't experience this or care. If everyone suffered this reasoning, sanity and humanity would be a thing of the past, trickling to bloodshed and carnage. There would be no such thing as trust or love or hope or joy. But pain, misery, being caged! It would be a perfect world, full of what evil loved most. But how could evil love? It all began with one evil being feeling a twisted emotion to another...
"The difference, is that loners are made loners from birth or exile. A Bloodluster; they experience it. My name is Shardpaw, born a Thunderclanner to Flametail and Blackpelt. Blind, I could never be made a warrior. This outcasted me even more then my other siblings. My mother was born a kittypet, father a Riverclan warrior, and was blind. This since of loneliness, this never ending hurt is what sparked my experience. My experience into Bloodlust. You may call me Shard."
In a sense of being in the prescence of a royal noble, Stitches bowed in a primitive sense of subordination. Every nerve and cell in his body pulled against this, but something in him pulled him into a bow. Why was he bowing to this she-cat? She meant nothing to him. He was going to kill her. So why make her feel so powerful in her last moments on this perfect world? That was his mission. To rid of those that didn't belong in this perfect world of blood and pain and darkness. He wanted them to suffer by not suffering. Which led back to his original thought. How could something be one thing if it made no sense? How could one other person understand it if it was unbelieveable?
"Humbled to meet you, Shard. I am Stitches, son of Turret and Opposition. My parents abandoned me and my brothers at a young age and I killed them for my own survival. A pity my story isn't as heart-touching as yours,"

[/color] he purred with a snicker.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

{{You could've been all I wanted

[/size]}}
{{But you weren't honest now get in the ground[/size]}}[/center]

[Badgersoul]

{ PULL ME BACK TOGETHER }
{ OR SEPARATE THE SKIN FROM BONE }

Shard herself was confused as the sound of muscles pulling and a slight movement in the air told Shard the loner was bowing. Shard didn't quite care if people hated her, she was use to it. Yet this tom was bowing to her. No one has even done such a thing. Shard's old shyness trickled down her spine, As if Shardpaw was returning. The she-cat's eyes eyes sparkled with a questioning, yet pleasant stare. Her ears folded back in a moment of embarrassment. The she cat's fragile, broken figure seemed to grow soft, and less harsh. Sadly, Shardpaw only lasted for a second and no more. Until finally the pain and the horrible since of loneliness pulled her back into the state of unreadable emotions.

Shard twitched her tail, and let her amber eyes close. The sound and smell of the tom made the she-cat think of her family. Her place in Thunderclan. It had been her brother's fault she left. Brownstar had not made them warriors and her brother wanted to prove they could become such great creatures. So they went after a group of loners, unnamed at the time. The group only had ten members at the most. Lead by a tom named Skull. Skull was a amazing cat. People told Shard that he was as white as bone with strange eyes that seem to stare into you very soul. Yet what Shard liked most about his was his tail. Though Shard didn't know why ( most likely from a past wound or a genetic defect), his tail rattled. When ever she was near him, the rattling of his tail acted like a lullaby. A lullaby of pure love, acceptance, and respect. You see, during the battle with these loners. Skull had kidnapped her, but unlike a kidnapping once they got far away from the others Thunderclan warriors. HE gave her a choice. The pure tone of his voice and the rattling of his tail made Shard realizes that she wasn't meant for the clan ways. She needed a place where she would be treated equally; and so she left. That day, all her loneliness gave birth to a new emotion. Hatred. Hatred that her father was a Riverclanner, hatred for her mother who left without even saying good bye, hatred for her brother not trusting her, hatred for Brownstar for not making her a warrior, hatred that she was blind.

"Humbled to meet you, Shard. I am Stitches, son of Turret and Opposition. My parents abandoned me and my brothers at a young age and I killed them for my own survival. A pity my story isn't as heart-touching as yours," Shard flicked her tail and opened her amber yes. She said nothing for a long time, planning on what to say to the creature that stood before her. "Stitches...such a strange name" she started at first, "Killing your brother for your own survival is not survival at all " she said. Staring now past Stitches into the eyes of her own dear brother. " Your parents may have left you, but forming bonds is to key too all life. Breaking the bonds will lead you closer to the door of perfection, but without they key you will forever be stuck outside it."

[~All I Need]

{ YOU COULD HAVE BEEN ALL I WANTED

[/color] }
{ BUT YOU WEREN'T HONEST NOW GET IN THE GRUOND[/color] }[/center]

For an instanteous second someone else was there; not Shard. A she-cat that was vulnerable, shy, corrupt, and weak. It gave Stitches a thrill of pleasure to see a shell of impurity. What else would he have to do to make Shardpaw come back out of that shell of chaos and loneliness?
The black tom watched the fae close her eyes. Her breathing was like a song in his ears and her heartbeat was like a tribal dance. It pulled him closer to her; so close that he could see the scars on her perfectly formed face. This was a much different hunt than he had ever experienced. It was so--sensational. It made Stitches crave for more; yet he didn't know how to sedate this craving. Was it to kill Shard here and now? Or was it to stay with her?
"Stitches...such a strange name."

[/color]
"What is a strange name without a strange face?" he whispered.
"Killing your brother for your own survival is not survival at all. Your parents may have left you, but forming bonds is to key too all life. Breaking the bonds will lead you closer to the door of perfection, but without they key you will forever be stuck outside it."[/color]
Stitches now noticed that the female was not staring into his own eye; but to a distant memory. The tom c o c k e d his head slightly, as a dog would to the small sound of a whistle. What exactlly was she staring into? Herself or her fears?
"Though breaking bonds may lead you closer to destiny's door, they can sometimes leave you broken as well."[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Badgersoul]

{ PULL ME BACK TOGETHER }
{ OR SEPARATE THE SKIN FROM BONE }

Shard eyes closed; a loud purr erupted from her being. Though breaking bonds may lead you closer to destiny's door, they can sometimes leave you broken as well. This was very much true. So true that it was almost depressing. Shard didn't wuite know how to respond. This tom was countering all of her dreams, her life lessons, the things she lived for. He knew exactly what it felt like to be broken. To be broken and to only be happy when those who were also broken swarmed around her. When Shard was younger; she use to think that will all the broken cats. They could all fit there hearts together to create a whole, so they were no longer broken. They were simply one. Now she knew that this was untrue. The broken cats swarmed together to create a single entity, just like she thought before, but they could never be whole. IF you broke a mirror and fitted all the little shards together. Some of the peices would be missing, but most of all. It would still be shattered. All the little cracks could still show through.

The black she-cat opened her eyes; trying to feel for the tom's heartbeat. Bang Bang. Like a tribal drum. Bang Bang. he wasn't scared. Bang Bang. He was enjoying this. Shard's ears went back in disgust. A snarl spreading across her face. By now; the should have been scared. He should have been just like the hundreds of other cats she faced. What made him so different? Shard lapped at her cheats to keep her fur down. No wanted the tom to know how angered she was at the fact that he was different. Shard hated change more then anything else. She feared it- more then death, more then being unloved, even more then being alone. She loved her way of life, and this tom would change NOTHING!

" Stitches " Her voice was hard, amber eyes cold. " Why did you choose to come to my territory? " she asked. No longer interested in staying cool. She wanted him dead, and that was that. " This territory belongs to Bloodlust; and no one else. We protect our boundaries with out hearts. To protect the cats who have chosen the same path as we have " she spat. Though Shard would seem bipolar, she was nothing more then scared. She didn't want change, so she was be angry. Anger was the best way to disguise fear.

[~All I Need]

{ HANG ON TO THE GLORY AT MY RIGHT HAND }
{ HERE LAID TO REST IS OUR LOVE EVER LONGED }

The anger was there. Thu-thump thu-thump. The hostility gleamed in her eyes. Thu-thump thu-thump thu-thump. The fear, the sadness, the disgust; Stitches felt exactly the opposite. This was so amusing, like watching a horror movie that was so cheesy, it made you laugh until you cried. Of course, the black tom had the feeling that if he did laugh, Shard would attempt to rip his throat out. Maybe his heart.
" Stitches, why did you choose to come to my territory? This territory belongs to Bloodlust; and no one else. We protect our boundaries with out hearts. To protect the cats who have chosen the same path as we have.

[/color] "
Stitches smiled; curious how this she-cat responded to his silent diatribes. She was fearful of what he could do; she had a good reason, too. The tom licked his paw in such a casual way that it was almost cliche. " Whoever said that it was your territory? If it belongs to those whom chose to walk the path of bloodlust, then those that fall corrupt to it may wander where they please. And how may someone who has no inkling of a heart protect what they swear their heart by? Boundaries are nothing more than meaningless claims that throw the balance of power to the latter. Power leads you nowhere because it breaks you repeatedly and repeatedly. Remember my earlier statement? " he chuckled. The black tom flexed his claws and ceremoniously studied them. A fragment of moonlight glinted at the tip, holding it there. Catch a star no matter where you are[/color], he thought.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Badgersoul]

{ PULL ME BACK TOGETHER }
{ OR SEPARATE THE SKIN FROM BONE }

( ooc= sorry for The Sight terms; like I said before. I am kind of obsessing over it right now. I will be better in about a week though : D )

Blind amber eyes pierced through the darkness with such rage that it made it look as if the she-cat would jump the tom. The she-puntar ears flatted against her face, fang shimmering behind a curled muzzle. Instinct told the aging lera it attack, to be free from the bonds that had already began forming between the midnight shadows. The soft black hairs that made up the puntar's hackles stood on end, with the fury of pure hate and the pure will of survival. For herself, for her family, for her clan.

" Whoever said that it was your territory? If it belongs to those whom chose to walk the path of bloodlust, then those that fall corrupt to it may wander where they please. And how may someone who has no inkling of a heart protect what they swear their heart by? Boundaries are nothing more than meaningless claims that throw the balance of power to the latter. Power leads you nowhere because it breaks you repeatedly and repeatedly. Remember my earlier statement? "

Shard twisted her head high into the air, making herself look as if she was looking down at him. As if she thought he was nothing but a stupid kit, sharing myths of a flame-colored tom who save the whole forest, or who had lead all the clans to a new land. Yet if this myth was true, where was the lake that was mentioned in all the kits childish myths. Sunpelt use to tell her that the clan had come back to their home after many, many years. Yet how did he know such stories and how could weak lera such as them confront the harsh world beyond their territory? These thoughts are what started Shard on her own path, the path of knowledge and truth. That in this world, there were no Firestars to save the clan, there was no true justices in any of the clans, no pact that held all the clans together, there was no different between a clan cat or kittypet, in the end all cats bleed the color crimson.

" Boundaries are set in tooth in claw, it is our territory because we fight for it. We kill for it." Shard hiss, tail raising into the air in a hostile stance, " All cats are bloodthirty. Everyday we hunt for the nourishment of lera; that is the way of the Puntar. No; the ones who walk these lands, MY territory, have given us their freedom in exchange of being one of us. To hunt with us, to fight with us, to mate with us, to simply be with us. Power only breaks if the power are in the paws of the wrong being. At any given moment, my peers could rage against my leadership. Skull could be killed, Meer and myself could be forced to breed before being slaughtered like the lera we hunt. My comrades could torture us, or make me watch my own kits suffer at the paws of my friends. And they would be just to do so. If my comrades feel that my leadership is breaking them, then they should fight for their freedom. Just as any Puntar would do " Argued the black she-cat; standing up for both power and her brotherhood of rogues.

[~All I Need]

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Shard's words were nothing but the soft caresses of gentle fingers as she boldly stated her loyalty to Bloodlust. Stitches could care less what happened to them, whether they died or thrived. The only one that captured his attention was the she-cat before him...
Bored, the avenger again groomed his distorted paws. The tom's notched tail thumped against the ground to the beat of the winds and the swaying trees. At last, the ignored vortex around them fell, defeated, into the earth where it would slumer until the combining of evil such as this arose. The black feline sighed, his breath creating a cloud of exaggerated sorrow. " A pity that such an amazing meeting with the nefarious Shard has to end so dreadfully soon. " With a theatrical yawn, Stitches arose onto his paws and started walked away, sadistic snickers filling the night air. He wanted the carnage that would soon follow along with Shard's fury. All this talk of loyalty and family ties was so boring to the midnight cat that it greatly depressed him.

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