Voices in The shadows -Open-

[Barketh]

[teal]FrEeZE bReATh[/teal]
[black]the most painful wounds are the ones we inflict upon ourselves[/black]

[navy]The sun might've hone brightly, but whether it did or did not wasn't up to the tom. Rather, he had no clue what it was doing. The thick mass of treetops obscurred his view of the brilliant star, and he rolled onto his back, reaching one forepaw up as though to brush across the leafy sky.
Blinking, shadows passed over the cat's teal eyes, and he sighed, closing his eyes as he gradually slipped into a dream.

Darkness. Freezebreath sat up, surrounded by blackness. Shaking his head, he blinked, wondering if he'd somehow rolled into a cave. But even that thought was foolish as he sat up. There were no caves in Shadowclan territory, so where was he?
Looking around himself, the gray tabby took a step forward, and was startled at the feel of water beneath him, as though he was standing in a puddle. Looking down, he could see ripples of white where his paw had made contact, yet the water didn't reflect blue. Rather, it remained a sludgy black, and he looked up again, realizing he must be in a dream.
Knowing it was probably another pointless message, he was about to lay back down when a voice suddenly called out to him. Blinking, the tom straightened and looked up, eyes widening as he recognized a painfully familiar face.
Sharp torquoise eyes, shimmering silver fur, a soft smile.
"Whisperrain? What are you doing in my dream? You're always telling me I can't ask about your Medicine Cat prophecies, you hypocrit."
Still, the tom couldn't help but grin at the sight of his beloved sister. Bounding over, he halted abruptly when she meowed,
"No. Stop. You can't come over here."
Furrowing his expression in confusion, he took one step towards her before stopping again.
"What do you mean? You're not in trouble, are you? This is just a dream."
The she-cat smiled again, and this time the tom was shocked to see flickers of sadness in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Freezebreath. You can't come here. This is my path, not your's. Let go and move on."
Her voice was a whisper, and though he wasn't completely sure what she was talking about, he felt hollow inside as he heard her words.
"What're you talking about? We're littermates, we can go anywhere together. Stop joking around Whisperrain."
He meowed uneasily, smiling nervously at the she-cat. The silver warrior blinked and shook her head, backing away into the darkness.
"No. Not everywhere. Stay, Freezebreath. This is my path. You can't come here."
Panic filled him as his sister gradually began disappearing, and the tom's paws thudded against the liquid ground as he raced after her, eyes wide as he dashed towards the ghost.
"I don't understand! Just because you're a Medicine Cat, doesn't mean we're no longer kin! Whisperrain, Whisperrain!"
Suddenly, he felt his run slowing down, but he couldn't recall losing any energy. That was when he felt icy water lapping at his fur. Eyes widening, he looked down and realized he was sinking. The ground had lost its stability, and he was slowly being sucked into its watery depths.
Desperate, he looked up, screaming for his sister to come back, to help him, to stay. The water rose, or rather, he sunk deeper until finally, his head was dunked under. Taking a gulp of air as he was trapped beneath the surface, he slowly felt his conciousness ebbing away until his head rang and he slipped into an even darker sleep. However, just before his eyes closed, he swore he saw his sister's face staring down at him, a sad smile as she whispered,
"Good-bye, Freezebreath. After all, it was just a dream all along."

Cold, isolated. The tom shivered and opened his eyes. He was still in the forest, lying on his side, vision level with the tree roots. Shuddering, he sat up, trying to shake the feel of his dream off of him.
What the hell was that supposed to be? Just a dream? What was just a dream?
Part of him knew that his nightmare wasn't real, but it still felt as though he had truly been in that dark place, speaking with his sister, begging her to stay. Closing his eyes, he shook his head slowly until the bleary coating in his mind had vanished.
But really... Our friendship, our bond as kin... Was that all just a dream too?
He wasn't sure, but he willed his intuition to be wrong, and he stood up, stretching. Looking around, he was alarmed to find that the forest was even darker than before, and he realized it must already be night. Cursing under his breath for having slept so long, he suddenly felt a rumbling in his stomach, and his ears flicked in rapid motions as he licked his muzzle, realizing he hadn't eaten since the 3 mice he'd had that morning.

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Spiderfang;;
Do You Know Your Enemy?

Glaring up at the sun, Spiderfang flicked his tail and tossed his head to the side. The forest stretched out in front of him and with great hesitation, he strolled forward. Through the trees, the sun shot interesting shapes upon his small body making his markings look bizarre. His green eye looked around for any prey worth his energy. His nose twitched at the smell of a vole. Pricking his ears, Spiderfang stopped walking and raised his head. Opening his mouth, the scent filled his mouth and he was pretty sure where the little bugger was. Lowering his crown again, he moved silently in the direction of the scent. Soon, he was upon the fat little thing and very quickly he pounced and killed it with a swift bite. Holding it in his maw, Spiderfang noted a tree and dropped it there before covering it with dirt.

Spiderfang wandered away from his kill. Boredom was sinking into his pelt now, and he sighed in disgust. The prey was crappy in this neck of the woods. Which arose the question as to why the hell he was still here. Just put one paw in front of the other until you find another piece of prey, he told himself. A mouse ran out a ways, spotted him, and ran back. Spiderfang didn't notice. Something has caught his eye. The hair on the back of his neck bristled and he unsheathed his claws. It was a cat. Breathing in, he caught the smell of ShadowClan, the fur fell back down against his neck. Slowing down his stride, he called out, "Greetings Freezebreath, prey running well?" They wouldn't be now he thought with a smirk.

[Barketh]

[=O ZOMG, I didn't know anyone had posted here! Sorry for the major delay, and a million thanks for replying. ^^ Lol, I was so bored when no one replied to this thread.]

[navy]The tom stretched and looked up at the clear sky. Had he imagined the dark only moments ago? Probably- he wouldn't put it past himself to remain half-asleep in the middle of a battle. He wouldn't be so lazy if he could help it; some cats just had more motivation than others. Yawning, he swept his tail over the ground before rising and blinking sleep from his eyes. It was a warm morning despite the coming of Leaf-bare, and he was thankful that the faint traces of the warmer seasons still lingered. A voice startled him, and he swiveled around to see who it was that had addressed him. When he recognized the cat's unique eye coloration, he smiled as he familiarized himself with Spiderfang.

"Hey there! What? Prey? Oh, yes, the prey's very good. I found several mice a while ago, but I was clumsy and missed. Were you out hunting too?"
Though he hated to lie, he was too embarrassed to admit that he'd been sleeping the entire time. It was pure luck that he'd woken up before the tom had found him, otherwise he'd be in quite a sticky situation. And as malicious a skill it seemed, the tom had come to accept that, like his silver-tongued mother, he was an excellent liar. Many would say it was a horrid, evil, ill-willed talent, but none could deny that it was the most useful.

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Spiderfang;;
Do You Know Your Enemy?

Cocking his eyebrow at the quick response, Spiderfang smirked. A little jumpy are we? Intriguing... the thought popped into his head and it made him wanna laugh. However, he surpressed it and sat down. No need standing. He didn't feel like walking anyways, and by the way Freezebreath was moving. Curling his tail over his lithe paws, he raised his chin slightly and looked down his nose in a cocky way. What was Freezebreath doing out here anyways? From where Spiderfang was sitting, it didn't look like he had done any hunting. Can't blame him. The little buggers were getting better at hiding everytime. Or maybe Spiderfang was just to lazy. Either way, it didn't really matter to him.

"Mhmm, I was hunting and caught a vole I think. they all taste the same anyways and their little necks all feel the same when you snap them. can't really tell the difference to be honesy." Ah, how crude he could be, the thought made him smile a twisted little grin, but it was the best anyone was gonna get. Blinking slowly, he looked over Freezebreath's head and beyond at the territory. He stiffled a yawn. He was already getting bored with this unimportant social interaction. Unfocusing his good eye, he let out a bored sigh and he shuffled his paws absently. once again, he asked himself, why the hell was he here anyways?

[Barketh]

[navy]The tom frowned slightly at the cat's unfriendly nature. He wasn't sure what it was, but to put it flatly, Spiderfang was as close in nature to a cat who'd spent too many moons walking on a bed of thorns. Choosing it was better to brush off the tom's arrogance, he ignored it and instead smiled, scraping one hindpaw in the dust as he erased any evidence that he'd been sleeping.
"Well, let's hope you're actions are more sincere than your words. We need as much prey as possible now that Leaf-bare's set in."

He meowed not unkindly, though there was a touch of impatience to his words. He wasn't sure what it was, but Spiderfang had a way of making others take an instant disliking to him. Maybe it was the way he seemed to look down at everyone including his clanmates as if they were no better than bothersome fleas, which they might as well be in his eyes. But if the tom wanted to get on Freezebreath's nerves, he would have to try harder.

It would take several seasons worth of annoyance and a constantly empty stomach to get Freezebreath to snap.

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Spiderfang;;
Do You Know Your Enemy?

A small arrogant smile touched at the corners of his lips. He could sense the annoyance and he heard it in Freezebreath's words. Annoying you am i? He thought standing up. His words were suggestive. DId Freezebreath actually mean that Spiderfang hunt? He was not on a patrol, nor was Freezebreath in any position to suggest such a thing. He scoffed. The Clan could hunt just as well as he could and if they were hungry they could get off their lazy tails and volunteer for a patrol. Stretching with a yawn, he flexed his claws and flicked is tail.

"And why would I do that? The Clan is capable of feeding themselves. And Darkstar never placed me on a patrol, so I think I will just relax and enjoy this day, no?" Cockiness coated the words and the way he was holding himself didn't make him look any less cocky. If it pissed Freezebreath off, all the more power to him. It would be highly amusing considering everyone knew he had a very long fuse. To bad, he would love to see him fly off the handle and freak out. He would give up prey for a moon to see the tom lose it.

[Barketh]

[navy]The tom was annoyed by Spiderfang, but he held it back. He knew how this cat worked. The more attention you fed him, the fatter his ego would grow. Sighing, he glanced off wearily to the side, wondering if there was anything he could use to distract the tom long enough for him to sneak back to camp. He didn't want to deal with this cat's attitude, but at the same time, his own pride kept him from running away from his troubles.
"Well, yes; that makes sense. But if you put in some hunting time now, you won't have to do anything later on today."
He reasoned, barely managing to keep the irritation out of his voice. He was pressed for patience, and this tom had quickly burned out half of the long rope that led to the tom's dynamic temper.

Freezebreath never had to shout at anyone mostly because no one was even capable of driving him to that point. However, when that fuse burned out completely, he had the potential to explode with catastrophic results, and it was taking every bit of his self-control to maintain a smile on his face, despite the frown that kept tugging at the ends.
Seriously, how can a cat be so full of himself? You'd think he would've exploded from filling himself with all that self-confidence.

Huffing, he watched his breath form a cloud in the cold air, and he looked up, teal eyes squinting in the morning light.

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Spiderfang;;
Do You Know Your Enemy?

Spiderfang yawned. How could one cat be so boring? He was surprised he could even live with himself and with"undying loyalty to the Clan of Shadow!" What a crock. Sometimes it made him want to be a loner again. It was easier, hunting when you wanted to, not having to worry about the mousebrained apprentices or the grouchy elders. It was sad actually, that these cats actually believed that StarClan existed. Dead cats looking after living ones? Yeah, okay. In other words, Spiderfang did not believe in them, even though he did accept Clan live. He had to admit, that Clan life could be very sweet. Having other cats make his nests, taking prey when he wanted even though he didn'y catch it. CLan life was sweet no doubt about it except when you got stuck with an uptight, brown-noser like Freezebreath.

"If you think I should hunt so I don't have to do it later, why don't you be a good pal and come with me?" Sarcasm oozed from his words and the lip curl just added to that toms tone. Well, having extra paws to help him hunt wouldn't be bad. But Spiderfang could do it faster himself. On the other hand, he could also harrass Freezebreath while he hunted. Amusement never killed anyone, and Freezebreath could use a little amusement in his life. His tail flicked with anticipation waiting to see what the tom would say. The curl of his lip disappeared and he sat himself down again. A small chill ran up his spine, and he sneezed in surprise. Ugh, leafbare was coming in with a roar.

[Barketh]

[navy]Worried about the tom's attitude, his thoughts were vanquished when the cat recommended hunting. Perking up, he was oblivious to the sarcastic tone in the warrior's voice, and his eyes shone with the eagerness to stretch his legs.
"Alright, good idea!"

Meowing with more energy, he stood up quickly, a shiver running through him as his movements caused a stir in the cold air. It was really a wonder why they spent more time hunting than gathering softer bedding. Sure, there was plenty of body heat in the den what with it being overpacked and all, but even then it wasn't enough. He always woke up with stiff joints, and he feared he would be moved to the elder's den early.
No! Definitely not!

Thinking briefly of his sister, he smiled and wondered if the she-cat was off collecting herbs like usual. He hadn't talked to her in several days, so it would be nice to catch up. All at once, his memory returned to him and he was filled with the numb, dizziness from before. Blinking, he shut it away and focused on the task at hand.
Hunting, hunting, hunting... Wait, why am I going hunting with this loser?

He suddenly thought, looking up in surprise as though the realization had just struck him that he was talking with the world's most annoying parasite in the freshkill pile.[/navy]

Sighing, the she-cat stared uninterestedly at the marigold flower. It had withered away in the cold, and she regretted not coming to pick it sooner. Glancing upwards, she looked on with a bored expression, wondering just how long it would be before cats started coming down with Green-cough. She didn't look forward to the long nights filled with hacking and wheezing, and she most certainly wasn't anticipating running on tired paws back and forth from one sick, complaining cat to the other, but it was her job, and she would have to deal.

Backing up, the beautiful medicine cat stretched her limbs and yawned, turquoise eyes flashing as she thought she caught a familiar scent on the wind.
Freezebreath? What's that scatter-brain doing out here...
Curious, Whisperrain set down her herbs and trotted towards where the faint echoes of voices announced themselves from.

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Spiderfang;;
Do You Know Your Enemy?

Rolling his eyes at the tom, Spiderfang groaned. He wasn't actually serious about hunting with his brown noser. But he wouldn't wanna tell him no and be mean now would he? Actually he would love to tell his tom to get out of his fur an go chase a fox. Alas, he did not but merely shrugged his shoulders with annoyance. GLancing over his shoulder,he looked up at the sky and mouthed "Why?!" before actually addressing the toms readiness.

"Wonderful!" He grumbled with a fake smile. Mousebrained idiot. He thought. "Well, might as well get a move on then before it gets any colder." Growling he turned around and started walking before catching the scent of a she. Stopping, he breathed in deeper and recognized the smell. He sighed, this was going to be interesting. His coat bristled and he wondered if she had smelled her brother or the other way around.

ooc//Sorry its so short, my muse is low but I'm back!! =)