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scorchedfang "Frozen." Fellcone's heart was thudding in his chest, paws itching with anticipation as he reached to prod his companion. "Get up. I have something to show you. It is.. a secret, so we must be quiet." Sneaking out of camp, away from prying eyes that sought to find and consume them. Fellcone was terribly tired of playing Scorchedfang, it was only with Frozen he felt freecone. Fellcone started to head out of camp, through the endless fields and across the thundering path. "I wanted to find a place more secluded than your tree.. a place that is just ours." The trail would end in front of a derelict Twoleg nest. One of the windows was broken, the gap wide enough for a cat to squeeze through. "Thought you would like the change of scenery." [ @Fawn ] |
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Frozenberry - @BEAR. Content + Interaction Warning This character frequently explores themes of mental health, extreme violence, abuse, trauma, and self-harm. |
Re: away from prying eyes [p]
scorchedfang A pause, consideration. Jaw angled and clenched, slowly released with a thought. "I do not remember that." They had gone on a few outings, none that left the impression that Frozen did not Want or did not Like it. Swimming had been a bust, but could he blame Fail-cone? It was in the name. "... I hope so, too. This is not suppose to be unpleasant, Frozentoes." Should he be concerned this was his go-to? Thinking of the worst? Fellcone thought he would like this more, away from WindClan's prying eyes. This nest was their salvation. Free, quiet. Safe. Fellcone joined Frozen inside with minimal difficulty, thankfully the gap was wide enough to not tear his fur. "I found some white-moss and dragged it to a corner. You can sleep on that, if you want." His heart was pounding in his chest, a million miles as he led his companion over to the pile of sheets. The nest alone was just part of why they were here. He wanted privacy for a reason. "Not terribly. They call themselves a Clan but lack bite, the Clan does nothing but lounge around and wonder why bad things are starting to happen." For a second, he fell silent... "Frozen, there are few cats I feel real around, and I wish to tell you something. A project, I have undertaken." [ @Fawn ] |
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Frozenberry - @BEAR. Content + Interaction Warning This character frequently explores themes of mental health, extreme violence, abuse, trauma, and self-harm. |
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"Things before WindClan.. are a misty haze." Fellcone furrowed his brow, contemplating. "I have fragments, and they are so close.. to being whole, sometimes. But I never get there." He remembered some things, dark fur and a fiery gaze. Lighter fur and running water, blood gushing from an open wound. Nothing concrete, just snippets.
He knew there was a lot he could not understand, maybe he would never. But he liked these moments away from the chaos - the constant reminders of Failures where things could be Great. "Depends on what you want, Frozentoes. I thought you would like it.." Of course, if Frozentoes decided No-Fellcones allowed, he would respect that and find a new hidey-hole. He hoped that was not the case. "... so did ShadowClan." The word felt weird, but real. Something he had not said in so long, something that would have never occurred to him if not for seasons of inklings, bits and pieces. The revelation is exhausting and rejuvenating at all once. "... No. This is a small part, of my efforts. WindClan cannot know of this, what I have been doing.. but if things work, it will push them toward being a Clan again. They lack.. a spine, they lack drive. Passion." Absently, he licked his muzzle. His heart was screaming in his ears. "Everything I have done, is to make them stronger. Wiser. Bolder. ThunderClan -- they did not start killing until I drew first blood. I killed a lone warrior at their border to encourage tensions, and that is why it boiled over." Maybe Frozen did not know all the details, maybe he did. Did not matter. "Same.. with Mousepaw, I needed to make sure this would work.. that.. Twilightstar would bite back, because WindClan has done nothing to stand for themselves. They will not unless there is no other choice." So he staged the murder, painted ThunderClan as the killers, mutilated himself. "And .. do not let Cowtuft touch you with herbs, nor that pesky apprentice of his. I laced them with poison while they were out of the den." Mostly, it was an experiment to see what WindClan would do. If they would discover the truth, if they would go on thinking it was some weird cold. "Right now, they think it is some sort of sickness. But it is not what they think. Avoid their herbs. I do not wish for you to fall victim." [ @Fawn ] |
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Frozenberry - Content + Interaction Warning This character frequently explores themes of mental health, extreme violence, abuse, trauma, and self-harm. |
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Frozen's reaction surprised him, and for a second Fellcone wondered if he was mistaken about the whole ShadowClan thing. But no, of all the uncertainties he knew this was not one. No, ShadowClan was right. Why Frozen reacted so, he did not understand. "Yes." What, did he want clarification? ".. Just.. they were different. Stronger." It was almost bitter. In another life, one could be proud to identify as such a cat. But darkness swirled beneath the surface, black and blue memories that morphed into one.
It was clear to him Frozen did not understand, maybe could not. Like his memory, grasping at straws that did not exist. "This is comadery. They will rise to the occasion as one, or they will die." Was cold, maybe. But did he care? No, these cats meant little to him. About as worthless as a rotten piece of prey - and dumber, too. "How they play their stones is not up to me, but I will make sure Hell crashes upon them if they do nothing." This was a requirement, a necessity. One could not drive them from their home and then sit and remain like caterpillars, fat, happy. useless. Fellcone reached to bop Frozen on his head. "You are like me. Not one of them. I do not plan to kill you - do you want me to?" [ @Fawn ] |
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Frozenberry - Content + Interaction Warning This character frequently explores themes of mental health, extreme violence, abuse, trauma, and self-harm. |
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It appeared his answer was unsatisfactory to Frozen, and Fellcone let out a lil hum. Racking his brain, trying to remember, remember... "Golden fur painted scarlet, it dyes the water red. His throat is severed, a small price to pay for cruelty." Maybe that would be telling. The blood in the river had tip-toed in the recess of his mind for moons. Maybe that would be more appeasing to Frozen.
"I do not suppose you would." That would be where they differed: Scorchedfang needed to fix this sad excuse for a Clan. "They make a mockery of a Clan name, and must prove themselves worthy. Otherwise, they are naught but kittypets playing a game they cannot survive. Either way, it must come to an end." And once it had, he would move onto greener pastures. This was not-- could never be, his home. His home.. was not with any Clan. It was with the cat laying before him, small and fragile, breakable. The only place he ever felt free. Freecone. He was tired of playing pretend. "Just me." Was not that sweet? Fellcone absent-mindedly flexed his claws against the floor; they tore at strands of dirty-gray. "You will not be dying tonight, my dear. Maye in the future." [ @Fawn ] |
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Frozenberry - Content + Interaction Warning This character frequently explores themes of mental health, extreme violence, abuse, trauma, and self-harm. |
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