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Post by S A N I T Y ? ¡ ? ¡ on Aug 30, 2009 15:46:39 GMT -5
So Let Mercy Come . . .
Crystal eyes narrow as the she-cat crouches low in the bushes. Her lips pull back over her teeth, showing sharp fangs. Anger overwelms the little Tigress as a hiss escapes from her maw. Temper, oh what temper this cat has. What are we searching for?A new life, a new home—home? just what the hell did that mean. No home was home, no land would open its arms to him, no land would he open himself to, if it didn’t have her. Damn it! She tosses her head, violent, sharp, tosses the thoughts out, throws them away, garbage into a dumpster, useless, toxic, dangerous; and out they go, away.Sane and insane, what damned difference did it make, what did sanity do for them? Damn sanity, leave her insanity; she’d rot beside him before she thought as they did, would rot beside him regardless, but not yet, not yet, not just yet, not till they rotted, too, as was only right, only correct, only fair.
And Wash Away . . .
His pain, her pain, all hers now, carried for him, a burden hers alone, thrust upon shoulders, across midnight fur, her burden now, hers alone; leave him be free! Claws pull free, leaving wells of blood spilling over—red gold struck at last!—down his face, the pools dripping down beneath his ears, tainting white fur, pooling on the ground, drip-drip-drip, just one more sound, one more distraction, one more comfort away from him! Claws recede, drag themselves back within her paws, hide themselves from so disturbed a display, ashamed of their part within it, yet ever his to command, ever condemned to aid his insanity. Silence, sweet, calming silence, an utter darkness within her mind, the wind runing in the air. Yes, silence and darkness, and into darkness she walks, roaming, unthinking, meandering, no goal, no path; peace, false as it is, yet peace indeed, caressing her frame at last.
What I've Done . . .
When thoughts at last pull away from muscles and bone directed each individually, when sight focuses at last, she stands before them, and her gaze moves frantically across them, wide and wild. Yet moments later, a blink and a breath, and they are gone. A deathly gaze narrows, lips pull slowly back from fangs, tongue pressing painfully against slightly agape fangs. A growl rips from her chest as she suddenly launches herself upwards, claws raking harshly through bark, hauling herself onto a broad branch. Claws turn from bark to air, as though she would reveal invisible forms by slicing through them, yet no resistance meets her swipes, no blood spilled by her claws, and her paws fall still, landing roughly upon the branch, curved daggers lodging themselves into the wood as she sways slightly, chest heaving, eyes dull as she merely stares. But they are gone—no…not gone, for they were never truly there—gone without a single feather left, truly gone, and his eyes slide closed, plunging herself into darkness as she merely waits. If only waiting could summon to her the flock, could bring back to him guides so long absent, could lead her from misery, from revenge. Within the silence, in the darkness, the red creeps back across his gaze, leaping across the chasm of his mind, and plaguing his thoughts once more.
- Pantherfang!
- Lyrics from What I've Done by Linking Park
- Black has no idea what she is doing. Just mourning over her dead ex-mate O.O
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Post by **MidnightBloo** on Aug 30, 2009 17:05:16 GMT -5
A black figure lie stretched out on the lush floor near a Twoleg barn. He had his saber-like teeth sunk into a juicy mouse and finished in a little more than a few gulps. He heard rustling in the distance and staggered to stand and follow the annoying sound. His paws padding against the little grass around the nest.
Then he saw a familar figure, it was Blackfeather acting like a nutty cat with ants attacking her pelt. A grin slid across his face and he stalked up to the bottom of the tree. "Yo!" He called to the psycho. "Is there something wrong or do you enjoy play fighting with your imaginary friends?" His smirk couldn't be masked and he was enjoying himself mocking the crazy she-cat.
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Post by S A N I T Y ? ¡ ? ¡ on Aug 30, 2009 18:20:42 GMT -5
Erase Myself . . .
And just like that, the anger disappeared. For now. Curved claws dug into the ground as snarls rip through the cat. Icy orbs glow with fire and distress as the cat's auds pin back against her grown. Do not anger the cat with the temper, do not anger. She looked at the new comer. Him again She hissed in her thoughts. His blood was so sweet. Sweeter than any prey animal she had ever tasted. She loved it and wanted more but it seemed so wrong. This cat was a-a- well it was the easiest thing to explain in her mind. She tossed her head again and tried to come back to the present, not the future, not the past, but the present. Where she was right now with the Tom. She opened her mouth slightly to breathe in the air and clear her head. That did no good as the Tom's scent intoxicated the air. What the hell is wrong with me! I'm falling for him! No! You are not! A silent war fought in her mind as confusion overwhelmed her
Let Go Of What I've Done . . .
She put on her facade and tilted her head at the tom. "Well lookie here, the former deputy of Darkclan." She mused. "And no, I was actually practicing some of my skills" She lied, her icy orbs narrowing. One moment she was all about to rip his throat all and now she was being that little cat witch with the attitude. She started to circle him, getting closer and closer every time around. "Now what is a cat like you hanging around a deserted Twoleg nest? Shouldn't you be out on patrol or something?" She asked, a small laugh escaped her maw. She was going to play a few mind games and then have her fun. She enjoyed humiliating pathetic Toms and watch them drown in their own pride. Confidence was nothing more then a false drug, it did nothing to you and would eventually kill you. Cocky-ness on the other hand was more of a force of nature then a drug. It just came naturally.
- pantherfang!
- Lyrics from What I've Done by Linkin Park
- Ooooh. Black ish falling for Panther! Dun Dun Dun!! XD
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Post by **MidnightBloo** on Sept 4, 2009 22:30:20 GMT -5
A smirk crossed his face as the black she-cat lied through her teeth and tried to hit him where it hurt. "Ha!" He mewed with disgrace. "Darthstar just thought Deathfur was the better choice after he caught up with one of my schemes. Soon he'll come to his senes or Deathfur will." He flexed his claws at the thought of if Darthstar didn't come to his senses. Or he'll pay. Then he glinted his eyes with some amusement, it was hard to tell what she was feeling at the moment, strange.
Pantherfang looked around at his surroundings. "I really don't know," he mewed jokingly, "I was just hunting and I guess I wandered a little to far." His pitch black fur had a shiny gloss and shine that reflected in the sun of the evening. "Now why should I be on a patrol when it's so much better annoying, I mean talking to you," he mewed humorouly with an evil eye.
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