Loosing [Myself]

[fierceclaw]

Thick obscurity...

The moon rose high above the treetops and grasslands of Skyclan territory, hanging like a ghostly globe among the specks of heavenly light known as stars. The sky was so beautiful at this time, in this place. Free from the pollution of nearby two-leg mountains and cloudless in the cool fall night.

Back to earth, the silhouettes of blade-like grass and boulders undernieth the firey canopy of a few trees were darkened against the dew-soaked ground, shadows dancing in the gentle breeze. A single cat sat pirched on the boulder next to the willow overlooking the pond before him. The stars, shimmering brilliantly on the water's ripples, reflected in the darkened eyes of the handsom tom as he lay unmoving with his head rested on his paws and his glare fixed on the water.

They say this place reflected Starclan's pressence, a place to think and be at peace with the all-powerful, all-loving clan in Heaven. A place for clan cats to seek their warrior ancestors and feel them near. This cat, however...contained a much different story...





"Haha! What's the matter little prince? You started this game, and now you're loosing and don't want to play anymore?"

The wind blew mercilessly in the skin bitting cold as a mouthfull of blood fell from a young cat's mouth along with a thin, sharp tooth, very young, seeping into the sand at the edge of the river that ran through the village. He let out a grunt-like cry as he heard his tormenter draw near again, and pain exploded into his stomach like fire as the bob-cat's claws sent the kitten flying.

The pain was neverending, burning through his every limb like a hot stake had been driven through his spine, causing his nerves to go haywire. Pain. It was all he now knew, all he ever thought existed, alongside false hope and hypacracy. But despite the overwhelming amount of angiush, the 8 moon old, trembling with the strain, pulled himself back onto his paws and staggered until his legs were spread in a way that would prevent him from falling over. Water dripped from his fore-head along with the blood even though the temperature was well below 30 degrees F, and his eyes burned with tears that he fought. Tears that he hated. He couldn't back down now...but he just couldn't fight this any longer. His body refused to move, a blanket of deep wounds embedded into his muscle and patches of embony fur littering the clearing.

"I'll...n-never stand...down...to you lowclass filth!" The young prince panted, his voice broken with pain but his tone laced in an otherworldly poison.

"Never huh? Heheh...let's see..."




Fierceclaw flinched visibly on the coolness of the boulder benieth him, closing his eyes as he recalled the result of this, "scuffle". The pain was consuming, controling. It would've been too much for the young cat to handle if it hadn't been for the one emotion that overcame the physical torment. The one emotion that had always kept his head above water: determination. Or fury rather.

That fire that had burned so brightly in the place Fierceclaw's heart had once been was now dying slowly, reduced to a warm ember that could be blown off with the wind. There was nothing to live for, nothing to achieve. Not since that night...that terrible night when everything he'd ever worked for was taken away from him. Fierceclaw had given up everything to gain his rightful rank as ruler, and as fate would have it, even that was ripped out from under his paws, leaving him with nothing but the annoying breath that kept him in this world.

Why was he here?

That was the first time he'd really asked himself that question. What was Skyclan to him? Fierceclaw would've been the first to think up a gameplan to overthrow this tiny excuse for a clan and tried to regain a kingdom. But Fierceclaw wasn't Fierceclaw anymore...it seemed those "friendly demons" he thought he once controlled had turned on him. It was all just a joke...it always had been. Just one....big joke.

[~*Pikeru]

OOC: Hello! I guess I can join in. Sorry for the short post. I don't have much time, or I would be able to post a lot more.


IC: The air was bitter because of leaf-bare. The earth below was hard and frozen. Snow white paws pounded hard onto the earth below, as a brown tabby tail flicked back and forth. Dark blue eyes had a interior fire, that burned harshly.

"I don't need your sympathy! Just get out of my life!" a voice roared in the cat's head. It was his voice. The same harsh tone that he used on Snowstep at the gathering. The last part had been yelled at the top of his lungs, as he lunged at the bitter she-cat's legs. This made Starclan anything but happy, and so they canceled the gathering. Now almost every cat in Skyclan blamed him.

The memory was still strong in Thawpelt's mind. His odd colored fur ruffled a bit in the wind as he swiftly stomped on. He needed to get away from there. All the harsh glances, and not just from Snowstep. No one blamed her. She was the prettiest of the bunch, and she was PERFECT. Or so they say. No one understood how harsh she had been to him all his life. Thawpelt only wanted to make peace, but her harsh tone, and bitter attitude pushed him away. Well, now it was her turn to beg. To try and make friendship with him. All these thoughts burned in Thawpelt's mind, and all his hatred was bundled up. The brown and white tabby tom picked up a paw, and slashed into a tree. Bark flew into the air, and deep gashes remained.

Thawpelt wasn't always like this. When he was young, he was the adventures type. The clan would have to send search parties to find him. Once he even saved his mother's life, by finding some herbs during a herb shortage. But what he had turned into now, scared him. After he had screamed out his feelings, there was now a empty hole in him. And it was slowly being filled with pain. But not from the deep cuts that Snowstep had given him. Pain from something else. And now, he even scared his own little siblings. His mother never looked at him now. What about father? What father? Thawpelt's father never cared for him. So now Thawpelt was here, trying to escape the horrible glances cats now gave him. And now....what is this? Thawpelt looked up from the ground, and saw a dark colored tom sitting alone. "Who are you?" Thawpelt's anger came out in his words, even though he wanted to be anything but rude to this cat. And now Thawpelt stood their, waiting for this cat to answer.

OOC: Ow....my finger hurts....anyway, read the my latest post at the gathering, to fully understand what is going on with Thawpelt.

[fierceclaw]

((I will, and short? I thought that was a nice post))

Fierceclaw's ears flicked in annoyance at the voice, but not surprised. He'd scented him a while back, he was one of the chosen cats to go to this "Gathering" that Fierceclaw had heard so little about. The ebony tom had only joined the clan a few suns ago, and ever since, had been hardly anything less than anti-social. He was quiet, obviously troubled, and spend most of his time outside of camp. All of which clashed extremely with the fallen Prince's real personality, except maybe being out of camp alot. Usually Fierceclaw would force himself right into the middle of things, show up uninvited at the gathering just out of boredum or curiosity, crash it himself, and then smooth-talk his way out of the trouble he'd so obviously be in. But it seemed that this tabby had taken Fierceclaw's job this time, unknowingly to both of them.

"I'm in your clan, genius." He growled irritably and allowed the tip of his tail to turn slowly up then down in a repeatitive motion, still gazing down at the dark water as if hypmotized, "And if you haven't noticed, I'm kinda buisy. Can I ignore you some other time?" Buisy? Pff, yeah. Fierceclaw was buisy moon-bathing and trading his present for the memories of his past which only mimiked reality, saying that the future held no similar glory of Fierceclaw's history. Bummer. Too bad Fierceclaw didn't know how to move on into this new world. Was he the only one who ever felt like a Gold Fish Cracker in a game of Jumunji?


((Woot! Color! And yar, I'm definetly not liking emo Fierceclaw. Peh, he'll come around soon as he starts getting into more threads.))

[Lazy Pikeru]

OOC: I have a bit more time. Oh, and it looked a lot shorter when I was typing it....I guess that was a good post. ;D



IC: Thawpelt rolled his eyes. "Well, aren't you a bundle of sunshine." Now the odd colored tom didn't care about his voice's tone. This cat obviously was in a horrible mood too. Thawpelt dug his claws deep into the earth, and ripped out bundles of grass. A few worms ran from the deep hole. The Skyclan tom looked up, and let his dark blue flames dig into the other cat's fur, as he made his way to the side of the river. "So....why are you here?" Thawpelt asked, as he gritted his teeth in a attempt to keep his anger down. A idea popped into the tom's head, but Thawpelt dare not hit the surface of the water, in a attempt to get rid of more of his anger.

"I don't have to be nice to someone I don't want to, so get over it!" Snowstep's words were bitter. Those were the words that got him the most. And after those, she slashed him in the flank.

But maybe that wasn't the only thing that made him snap. It must have been life long anger, that had been building up all this time. And then, suddenly, when she cut him, it all came out. All the anger and hatred. Was it now trying to control him? And was it winning?

[fierceclaw]

Fierceclaw's nose twitched slightly and he finally tore his heartless gaze away from the water and shifted it over to the cat below his boulder at the water's edge, "I don't see how that's your business, little-cat." He growled cuttingly with a faint smirk, flashing his canines in the dull light. Who was FIERCECLAW calling "little"? This tabby was obviously furious about something. His fur wasn't laying quite flat, his eyes gleamed in fury despite the slashes that reddened his fur, and obviously was trying to restrain himself from going nuts on some poor inanament object. It was all fairly funny to Fierceclaw.

"'You look like crap." He commented bluntly, "Did you trip over a meat grinder or something?" The young tom pushed himself to his paws and streched, though his piercing eyes were still locked in dark humor on the other cat. This was the way Fierceclaw had always been taught: find a button, and push push push push! Of coarse he was a bundle of sunshine! What ever made you think otherwise?

[~*Snowstep]

OOC: oh wow great posts you guys! *gives reputation to both*
u guys seem to be having a nice time! it was really fun reading the posts, especially all those flashbacks. =P hey, maybe later snowstep could come along? like not now of course, but later? depends on you guys. if you don't wanna i wont jump in. XP

~Snowstep

[~*Pikeru]

OOC: I don't really mind if you jump in later. But I don't think Thawpelt will be in the mood to be nice..... >_>'


IC: Thawpelt felt his fur rise fully at this cat's words. The fur along spine puffed up all the way now. This cat was had found a button, and was pushing hard. But if he kept pushing, the finger might be bitten off.

The Skyclan tom jumped up upon the rock that the other cat was on. His brown tabby puff ball of a tail was lashing from side to side now, as Thawpelt twitched his whiskers. "You are quickly becoming a tick in my fur!" Thawpelt growled, as he turned his dark blue eyes on the stretching cat. Just like Snowstep. His mind added, as the tom began to scratch his claws on the rock in frustration. Everything was now getting hard. It was hard to breath normally. It was hard to keep his anger in. It was hard to forget. It was hard to find reasons to keep trying to hold back his anger, and not sink his fangs into this cat's neck, and rake his claws down his spine. What was holding him back? The fact that he was trying to show that he could control his anger better then Snowstep? Or, was it just......nothing. Nothing holding him back.

Thawpelt felt the corner of his top lip rise, as a sharp white tooth was shone. A snarl escaped the normally peaceful Skyclan tom's jaws. When Thawpelt was a kit, the elders told him about a portal. It allowed Demonclan cats to come, and take over living cat's bodies. Were these cats pulling on Thawpelt's peaceful mind, and turning it black with hatred? Many questions shot threw Thawpelt's head. But his body didn't try to answer. It was like another cat was inside his head, trying to tell him things. But his body ignored them all. Now was Thawpelt ignoring even himself? How is that even possible?

[fierceclaw]

((MY MUSE RETURNS!!! *hugs/squeeses the life out of Thawpelt* and sure! I don't mind if Snowstep comes in! Now that I have an excuse for Fierceclaw to be not so emo, usually Fierceclaw FINDS a way to make everybody mad at HIM. Heh, I bet you couldn't guess how. *pats black kitty and withdraws hand missing a few fingers* Aw, ain't he cute?))

Fierceclaw stared at him for a moment as if he expected more, and his eyes visibly flooded with humor until he burst into laughter. Laughing openly right in his fellow "clan-mate"'s face. Sure, it was a bold move, Thawpelt looked as though he were withen an inch of raking Fierceclaw's mismatched eyes right out of his head. But the insult was just too funny! It was like Thawpelt didn't know how to do it right.

"Is that it?" He asked as if it were the dumbest thing he'd heard in a long time, still chuckling with a dark gleam in his eyes, "Ah, I needed that. But I suggest you calm down before you embarress yourself any farther. I'm sure you don't want to limp back into camp missing half your pelt and your pride. But hey, a cat like you wouldn't know much about pride in the first place would you?"

True, Fierceclaw had little respect for these clancats, considering himself greater in every way and day of the week. They didn't know what it was like to fight for who they were, they didn't know how to stand up for themselves, they didn't know when to strike and when to talk. They were ALL idiots in Fierceclaw's eyes, but Thawpelt didn't know that. So he didn't know to take Fierceclaw's insults as lightly as he should. Of coarse, Fierceclaw MEANT every word, but reacting negetivly to this small tom could potentially be a deadly mistake. But hey, Fierceclaw was fairly entertained, and his intrest was hanging on Thawpelt's next words or actions. He was even ready to dodge a flying paw or body if need be.

[~*Pikeru]

OOC: Hmmm.....maybe Thawpelt and Feirceclaw could get in a fight, then Snowstep come in, because she was looking for Thawpelt....just a idea........


IC: Thawpelt was just about ready to slash this cat's throat out, when he began to laugh. As the cat continued to talk, it seemed like the brown and white tom became deaf. Deaf to everything, feelings, and his mind went blank. The cat in his head now begged Thawpelt to calm down, but it was too little, too late. Who was this cat, anyway? Thawpelt's mind tried to give the cat a face, but it only came out as a black blur in his mind. Was it Snowstep, who now hid deep within the tom's mind? Begging him to calm down? No. The cat in front of him seemed to be Snowstep. He had her green-blue eyes, and light gray fur. He had her bitter laugh, and bitting words. But he wasn't her. He had a dark color to him, and odd eyes. Was he the darkest side of Snowstep? This must be a dream. No cat can match Snowstep's harshness. Yet, this cat went above and beyond the she-cat.

As Thawpelt was deep in thought, his body moved. This took the tom by surprise, as this is what he was wanting to do, but it seemed unreal. This wasn't like him. But his body moved on. His powerful back legs bunched up, and released. This sent the tom forward, and over the cat. His claws scraped rock, as he landed hard, but quickly. Thawpelt felt the fire burn in his dark blue eyes once more. But if only he could have noticed the thundering black clouds above. The stars seemed to cry and call out, as the darkness covered them. The moon was its target. But this cat was Thawpelt's target. And no warning from Starclan had any sign of stopping this enraged tom. Everything made him angrier. The way the rock felt under his paws. The image of the cat in front of him. But then the cat changed to Snowstep, then back again. And along with this, the area looked like at the gathering, but then the lake again.

Thawpelt was now was only a few paw steps away from this cat, when he launched his paws forward. His back legs pushed off, and the Skyclan tom found himself aiming for the back of the cat. If his attack landed, he would sort of make them roll, maybe making them fall off the rock. But a small fall was nothing compared to the happiness Thawpelt would get, from attacking this cat.

OOC: lol, Fierceclaw made me to the breaking point, so I decided to make Thawpelt attack, and release his anger. Don't be afraid to let that one blow hit. All it will do, is take them off of the rock, then Thawpelt will let go. But he will not back away from the fight. He is to angry......which scares me...... >_>'

[fierceclaw]

((Lol! That was an awesome post dude! And sure, your first OOC sounds like a plan. Hehe, Fierce isn't going to be TOTALLY back to earth yet.))

The wild light of fury that burned in the depths of Thawpelt's eyes was no stranger to Fierceclaw, and neither was his moves.

Now, Fierceclaw was bred to be quick witted, intelligent. His father, his mother, their parents, all of them had possessed this trait. Fierceclaw himself had been known for it, thus was what won all his battles. Of coarse, training had made his body lean and strong, despite it's small size. But it had always been Fierceclaw's wit that kept him a step ahead of all his enemies. Which frustrated them, much to his delight, and always gave him the upper hand. Always. But if this was true, why did Fierceclaw miscalculate the time he had to think?

The black tom did nothing when Thawpelt sprang over his head, purposly containing himself with a fanged smirk appearing on his maw. He debated on what kind of counter he should commit. Should he turn and catch the flying cat in a trap of claws when he lunged forward, this time for a hit? Or should he simply allow the cat to land his attack, giving him that satisfaction, but turning it on him as soon as the fool realized that an injury wouldn't slow Fierceclaw down? The debate lasted a bit longer than Fierceclaw intended, and much to his surprise, he was was forced to go with the latter of his two choices.

Satisfactory to Thawpelt, the tabby collided with his target and his claws latched into Fierceclaw's thick pelt. His claws sinking benieth the black tom's soft fur, and the two went sailing over the edge of the boulder.

Fierceclaw landed with a silent grunt, subconciously hiding the fact that his breath had been knocked from his lungs when not only HIS weight slammed his side into the ground, but Thawpelts added pounds. That was totally not cool.

Fierceclaw reacted instinctivly, which was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. He WANTED to allow this cat to do his worst until he backed away to see Fierceclaw's responce, he WANTED to show that this cat really HADN'T taken him off gaurd. That Fierceclaw had the situation under control, that pain and injury was no big deal to him at all. Which it wasn't. But the only flaw in this plan was the fact that Thawpelt DID take Fierceclaw by surprise. And he reacted instinctivly. He reacted vishiously.

Ears flattened. And eyes blazed in an otherworldly fire as Fierceclaw whirled under Thawpelt's superior weight with power that one might consider shocking for such a small cat. His lips were drawn back in a vishious snarl, white teeth flashing against the blackness of the night and his mouth was open wide enough to shield his neck. Just in case if Thawpelt wanted to dive in for a throat bite he would, instead, meet a sharp collection of fangs. But his actual attack came after the split second it took Fierceclaw to roll onto his back, a position that most cats would be uncomfortable in, and proceeded to shower Thawpelt's face with claws and gathered his hind legs to kick out powerfully at his attacker's stomach.

[~*Pikeru]

OOC: Yay!!! I think I know what Snowstep will say......and Thawpelt won't like it.......


IC: Thawpelt was successful in bowling the other cat off of the rock. They both tumbled over the edge. Everything went dark, as Thawpelt closed his eyes. And in doing this, he noticed that his claws had dug into the other cat's side. Thats not what I wanted to do....I....I just wanted to hit him off of the rock! Thawpelt's mind stammered, but before the tom could do about it, the brown and white tom opened his eyes just in time to be able to dodge sudden attacks to the face. The fur on his cheeks parted, as the other cat's claws ran threw them. But luckily, the skin underneath was safe. The Skyclan warrior pushed himself off the other cat, and landed neatly on all four paws, just missing a blow that would have gotten his underbelly. Now what? The cat in Thawpelt's mind asked, with a slight kind of pleasure in its voice. A slight burning pulsed on his flank. Had Thawpelt reopened his newly healing cuts? Perfect.....Thawpelt rolled his eyes to himself, before slowly padding around the dark cat. (Not dark as in evil, just dark colored.) It seemed wise not to attack first. Maybe defense was better then offense. So Thawpelt continued his circle walking, and awaited the cat's attack.

[fierceclaw]

Dark in color was NOT the correct definition.

Fierceclaw regained his mind remarkably quick, realizing what he had done and frustration immediantly sank in. He hadn't MEANT to lash out, but he still hadn't hit. Double bummer. Fierceclaw didn't want to think that he was loosing his touch. That all those moons as a loner had dullened his, what he called "unmatchable" skills. But however close, if Fierceclaw should've learned anything at all. It would be that NOTHING is unmatchable. It was something that Fierceclaw knew deep down, but his pride was all he had left. His skills and wit were the only possessions that gave Fierceclaw the will to go on. No...he wasn't loosing that. NOBODY could take that from him, neither cat nor time could strip him of that. No...this cat was just fast...

Taking his time, Fierceclaw regained his footing and pulled himself to his paws. He gave his pelt a thorough shake, showing his confidence that Thawpelt wouldn't attack in the time he took to do so.

"Impressive. It's not often someone catches me off gaurd." Then he fixed the other cat with a glare that had sent shivers down even the most battle hardened warrior's spine, his piercing blue eyes burning with an otherworldly glow fueled with sick amusment, "You should consider yourself lucky....not many cats spend their final hours in achievement..."

Was Fierceclaw bluffing? He CERTAINLY didn't look like he was bluffing. He smirked contently, an expression that would be considered handsom if not for it's madness. And the small tom started forward, his head even with his shoulders and a lurch in his gait that those who knew him had come to assosiate with the future murder on an opposing side, that eerie smirk remaining.

((Heh, don't worry. He isn't REALLY going to kill him or anything. He's more or less joking around just to get a point across (for the moment anyway) but THAWPELT doesn't know that ))

[~*Pikeru]

OOC: I didn't want to call your cat evil......but I guess his history kind of hints he is..... >_>'


IC: Thawpelt talked threw bright white teeth, "You are a skilled warrior, but not THAT skilled." the tom commented to the other cat's words. Would he truly be foolish enough to kill another cat? Especially a clan mate? And on the other hand, would Thawpelt? No, that wasn't him. But he wasn't acting like himself already.

When the other cat fixed the Thawpelt with a glare, it seemed like he was trying too hard. His eyes were a icy blue, with a odd greenish spot at the bottom of his right (or is it left?) eye. There was a old fire deep within the cat's eyes, but it seemed smaller than it should have been. Or this is what it seemed like. The flame tried hard to freeze Thawpelt's spine, but then the tom quickly noticed, that this was just another smirk look that the cat had been giving him all this time. This only feed his anger. The short heartbeat of ice covered spine, was quickly replaced by hot anger at this look.

The brown and white tom struggled to control his anger. Anger only makes your focus weak. Thawpelt's old mentor's words echoed threw the warrior's head. The Skyclan warrior let out a long, and frustration filled sigh, before slowly crawling to the other cat. Now the cats were slowly making their way to each other. Thawpelt felt his claws flux in and out with each step. They seemed to want to dig into this cat's flesh once more, even though this was not what Thawpelt would ever even dream of doing to another cat. His heart thumped, as the adrenaline pumped threw his body. Everything seemed to be holding its breath, as the dark clouds slowly rolled farther to it's target. A wave of rain crashed down onto the two cats. But their swift paw steps still kept their continues speed.

[fierceclaw]

((You're misunderstanding quite a few things here. When I discribe the appearance of something, THATS the way it looks like. That doesn't mean that's what my cat is TRYING to make it look like. Fierceclaw has had MUCH more extreme training than these clan cats have had, including Thawpelt. He used to be a murderer, read his history all the way through, he was feared and was thick with "demonclan" (I'm used to calling it Phantomclan)'s pressence, he USED to be practically a demon in the flesh. He's lost alot of it to make things fair. He's not what he used to be because he's loosing his mind. But these things still happened, and after all that he's done and been through, Fierceclaw doesn't HAVE TO try to appear dark and eerie. He isn't trying AT ALL. That's just the way it is, he isn't a saint. That second paragraph is totally off the mark. And if you DO push him to it, Fierceclaw isn't afraid to try to kill him. He doesn't care about loyalty or have any respect for higher authority, the other cats just don't know that yet. When I say he's not trying to hurt somebody, i can only speak for the moment. He was my first charrie i ever made RPing and so by now, he's EXTREMELY complicated and unpredictable even to me. But other than you misunderstanding my posts, that was a nice reply. You're a good rper ^^))

Fierceclaw stopped in mid-stalk, desiding to let the other cat to close the gap between them if he were going to come forward. The black tom was not trying to make himself look fierce, he didn't need to. Many cats had taken the path Thawpelt was now turning on and every one of them had been lucky if they had made it out with their life. But of coarse, this had been in Mountainclan...back when...Fierceclaw knew who he was...

His eyes flashed briefly. Where had THAT come from? Fierceclaw knew dang well who he was! He was Saylo Fierceclaw of Mountainclan. He was the prince of terror. He was the grim reaper in the flesh. How DARE that thought of uncertainty even enter his mind?!

He forced his mind back on the now, Thawpelt's words echoing through the cold, gloomy chambers of his mind and his whiskers twitched as he gave a wicked grin. What an idiot! Only a few moments before he was asking who Fierceclaw was, and in that short time betwen then and now Thawpelt had become the psycic skill reader and automatically knew EXACTLY what his enemy was. The fool.

The moon cast a ghostly glow on the small tom's sturdy shoulders, "Is that a fact?" He asked, his voice dark and quiet, through it seemed as though it's tone didn't quite agree with the atmosphere around them in a way that defigned every word, lining it with sick humor, "I hope you're willing to bet your life on that theory." And with that, he lunged forward claws and fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

[~*Pikeru]

OOC: I guess there is kind of a misunderstanding. I'm not saying Fierceclaw IS these things. I'm just getting into Thawpelt's head. Fierceclaw would be trying to look mean or menacing, in Thawpelt's mind. If you saw a evil glare from another person, wouldn't you think, "Hey, this person is a jerk! How mean!" I don't mean for it to be maybe what you are trying to say. And yes, I understand that he has had a lot of harsh training, but if I let Fierceclaw just rip and tear at Thawpelt, then the fight wouldn't last long enough for Snowstep to post. I'm not trying to say Thawpelt is better, just....well, right now....I guess lucky. I also understand that if Thawpelt were to push him enough, that Fierceclaw wouldn't mind killing him. I read the bio, and it was wonderful. But if you think about it, Thawpelt is used to sticking up for himself, and so he isn't going to just drop a fight for his pride, just because of a few, what Thawpelt would call, 'threats'. He has also had his sense of judgment stripped away, because of what happened with him and Snowstep. Okay, anyway,Thawpelt doesn't know who Fierceclaw is. Note that I haven't used Fierceclaw's name, because he hasn't said it yet to Thawpelt, so how would he know about Fierceclaw's past? Oh, and I was guessing that Fierceclaw was a dark gray, or a black tom. That is why I was using the word 'dark' do describe him. I wasn't trying to say he was mean or evil, just that he had a dark fur color. Am I making any sense? I also want to make it clear that I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just explaining myself. And thanks, you are a RPer too.


IC: "No fate can be worse then what is going on right now!" Thawpelt hissed back, as the cat jumped forward. The brown and white tabby tom's eyes were clouded by pain and anger, as he remembered how Snowstep had hurt him. We could have been like kin. But no, she had to go and be a parasite under my skin for all these years. Now I'm done. What could be worse? Death could be much better than this life here. Even if I end up in Demonclan. Thawpelt's mind fully excepted any fate that was coming, but his body was another story. His strong back legs forced him forward, as the Skyclan tom stretched out his arms, opened his mouth, and got his claws at the ready.

Everything seemed muffled, as the few tail lengths between them became mere paw steps, until they both hit each other. Thawpelt could not see if anything had happened to the other cat, nor did he really have the time. The Skyclan warrior slammed harder onto the ground, then he had when he hit the other cat. His vision was clouded with red fuzz, that was slowly dissipating. Thawpelt quickly made his way from the coalition spot, and turned around quickly to see what had happened with the other cat.

The trouble minded Skyclan tom prepared himself for a attack from any direction from the cat. A small stream of blood leaked from the tom's forehead. I must have hit him with my head, and paws. Thawpelt guess, feeling the odd twisted and numb feeling from his paws.

[fierceclaw]

((Ohhh, gocha. And don't worry, I'm not one of those people who are annoyingly easy to offend XP don't worry about stepping on my toes if you're not meaning to. Thawpelt sounds like a cool charrie! And as for the dark thing, Fierceclaw IS sort of dark in that sense of the word for now, and yea, he's got black fur. I'm planning on someday changing him, a mate or w/e. But for now, I'm just trying to focus on getting him into the character i want to start him off in.))



It was a good thing that Thawpelt was prepaired, because Fierceclaw wasted no time squabbling about on the ground. The smaller tom under his gaze seemingly in an instant, a growl the only warning before the fallen prince lunged upward with bared fangs to latch onto Thawpelt's throat.

The best thing for the tabby to do would probably be to let teeth collied with teeth, opening his mouth as a shield for his throat -- his wind pipe. Or if he was fast enough, bat Fierceclaw's jaws away and move in for his own attack before the black cat could recover. Those would be the more typical responces anyway. Fierceclaw wasn't really planning on tearing his throat if he did get his hold, he really was going to more or less just cut off the other cat's breathing until he was too terrorified and desperate for breath to want to continue. Fear had an odd way of canceling out rage

[~*Pikeru]

OOC: I'm glad we cleared that up! ;D Oh, and also that you aren't one of those people that are touchy about what other people say and stuff....



IC: Thawpelt opened his jaws, and tried to quickly lick away at the corner of his mouth, to get a line of blood. But then something slammed against his jaws so hard, Thawpelt thought he was going to be spitting out teeth the rest of the day. Blinked his eyes a few times, and cleared away some more red fuzz. As the fuzz parted, he could see the cat. The other cat had tried for the Skyclan warrior's throat, but slammed into the tom's jaws instead.

Dazzled by this, the tom almost forgot about the fight. But after only half a heartbeat, Thawpelt unlocked his jaws from the other cat's, and quickly jumped to the cat's side. The Skyclan warrior's powerful back legs drew him up, before quickly allowing the tom to fall over purposely. His target was the other cat's back. If this worked, Thawpelt's shoulder would slam into the cat's spine, hopefully making him fall onto the ground. And if all that worked, Thawpelt would be on top, and the other cat below, with his belly in the dirt.

But luckily Thawpelt was ready if this failed. His first precaution, was that he wasn't slamming belly to back, but shoulder to back. This way, if the other cat flipped on his back just in time, he couldn't tear at Thawpelt's soft underbelly. And the other precaution, was if the cat got away just in time, and Thawpelt hit nothing, the tom was ready to quickly flip on his back, and have his feet, claws, and teeth at the ready.

Thawpelt had his move all planned out, all that had to happen now, was to see if fate and luck was on his side.

[fierceclaw]

Fourtionatly or unfourtionatly, Fierceclaw didn't think as most cats did. He didn't move out of the way as one might expect, it didn't matter if he went down or not.. He had his mind on the battle now, and had had time to figure out what Thawpelt was doing when he rose up on his hind legs.

The black cat turned his head to sink his teeth into tender muscle just above Thawpelt's hind knee, which was right next to him at this point, before the tabby could have time to come down on him or even see what he was doing for that matter. His gums were bleeding from Thawpelt's teeth but Fierceclaw was all but numbed to the pain, barely even realizing he was injured at all.

[~*Pikeru]

IC: Thawpelt slammed on top of the other cat as was planned. But just as his shoulder dug into the other cat's back, a sharp pain came from Thawpelt's hind knee. As a reaction, the Skyclan tom kicked his legs, and maybe kicked the cat, or got him with his back claws. But this wasn't what Thawpelt really was paying attention too. Now that his plan was going, the tom tried to grip the other cat on the back. It this worked, then Thawpelt could sink his teeth lightly into the fleshy part of the flank, to avoid too much harm to the other cat. Just because they are fighting, why kill? Well, that was what Thawpelt had in his mind at the moment.

[fierceclaw]

((Tell me if you consider this powerplay (since you agknowledged that Fierceclaw has now bit in) because i have no problem with modifying if you do)

Fierceclaw felt the claws dig into his fur, and the other cat's teeth grip a mouthful of skin and fur on his flank. It had the sting of wild fire but what Thawpelt didn't know was that Fierceclaw was driven by pain. After all those long moons of nothing but, you learn how to bend it, how to turn it to your gain. Since you can't avoid it, and common sense told you that your instincts only brought more of it against you, you learn ways to cheat it. In Fierceclaw's mind, it was one of these two mentalities--usually anyhow. Either his now natural reaction of channeling pain into rage, or the process of elemination that is hard to achieve. To tell yourself: Okay, this is pain. This is what it feels like, this is the feeling. Now seperate yourself from it, detach it from your mind. That was something that was VERY hard to achieve, unless of coarse, you were in a sink or swim situation like Fierceclaw had been in, like all the other kits chosen to be eliets. It was either learn this out of your own natural thinking, without someone instructing you how, OR, you allow the pain to control your actions and only prolong and intensify the daily torture sessions so kindly called "Training". Fierceclaw had just happened to be one of the lucky ones....lucky...what SOME might call lucky.

But in a situation like this, Fierceclaw didn't even try to detach the realization of pain from his mind. Instead he allowed his blood to boil. Oh how good it felt to not to hold back! Oh wait...he DID have to hold back. This was his clanmate, and subconciously Fierceclaw really didn't want to give the guy a perminant limp...But whoa, why did he care? It wasn't like he was afraid of getting kicked out. Why should he care about that? Why should he care about any of it?!

Fierceclaw's darkened eyes flashed demonically when Thawpelt's teeth fastened to his fur and Fierceclaw's fangs sank in, hard. Biting down mercilessly and refused to be satisfied until his top fangs met his lower through his mouth-ful of muscle. The blood-lust wasn't pressent, however, or else Fierceclaw would be shaking his head and trying to rip and shread this cat's hind leg to cause heavy perminant damage. Thus far, Thawpelt would definetly have a bad limp for a week or so, but the question of perminancy would be desided by how long Thawpelt could hang on. Could he hold on? Would he? Could he maintain his self-control longer than Fierceclaw as the black tom continued to sink his fangs deeper and deeper through layers of desperatly important muscle? Did his anger outweigh his pain? The smart thing to do would be to let go, to let Fierceclaw's mocking and I-told-you-so's fall on deaf ears and then walk away while his leg was still cooperative. But with the tabbys (who'd already undergone a seperate fight earler that day) nerves on edge, Fierceclaw wasn't sure whether or not Thawpelt would let go right away and focus his fight on escaping rather than offensive onslought. Fierceclaw hoped it would, it would make this short brawl more enjoyable. It was now a battle of wills, Thawpelt vs. Fierceclaw. Who could withstand the most pain for the longest period of time?

((Lol, I think Snowstep needs to come in soon...))