[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by moonfang

Onyx took no alarm or care to the unsheathed claws. "Mm." he said, almost of uncertainty. "I fought valiantly. And it wasn't a clan cat who brought me my loss. It was Kovu." he said with a hint of anger in his voice. Kovu. His own son. He breathed in to calm his worked nerves and then turned to Hannibal. "I don't mean the battle, you fool." he growled lowly, and he stepped closer to him. "I mean when you and I left to conquer the clan. All you had to do was fight but no, you left me in the dust, to die. I barely escaped with my life." he said, now a tail-length from him, no rise in his voice whatsoever. He stayed nearly monotone. His icy orbs colliding with the fiery ones of Hannibal. He gave a snort and sat.
"Misinformed? Please, I don't need to be informed." he said, and he rose his head. He felt a prickle under his fur. He maintained a calm, quiet posture however, and hid his feeling. He let the stoic film run over his eyes as dark thoughts rose in his mind. The things he wanted to do, the people he wanted to kill. He let his claws dig into the earth beneath them. "With how much you hate the rude, with how much you need reason to kill, you never realize how you portray yourself. Unloyal, uncaring, and, you toil with the fears like a bully. Bullies are Rude." he mocked, snorting as he said the words. "Oh, Hannibal. You have reason to kill me right? Why haven't you done it, hm?" he asked, a sort of snarling escaping his maw with a snort.
Because you can't... he thought.

{ ha same fam, take yer time }

[oh nooooo it's happeningggg]

Originally Posted by Noire

One thing that the dark tabby she cat always knew was the fact that she didn't belong in Skyclan. It was nothing wrong with her home, she just felt out of place. That one cat who became too defensive when easily offended. However, that was not her. She found it frightening yet amusing how Coralfrost would be offended by the slightest of things. Violence knew that she had a few aggression issues that needed to be handled, but who would be able to smooth that out? As far as the she cat knew, she didn't care about what others saw her as, or didn't want to be her friend because she was too aggressive. It was fun being a delicate touch of lovely eyes that deceived others. Not that she was deceiving at all. In fact, she just enjoyed playing around with others. Who doesn't love a game?
Violence's friend, Saccharine was heavily different. Remarkably different. It somewhat annoyed her that the ginger tabby was a sweet face that wouldn't harm a mouse. What cat wanted to be that fragile where they had to depend on others to defend them? Violence always thought it was because the feline carried a beauty of innocence. That simply made others want to protect her because she was such a daft creature, that is also amazed the dark tabby of how spoiled the ginger tabby could be.

Violence shook her head, her paws felt light under the greenery, rocky terrain as she stopped at the place she knew all too well. It was weird that she had such a strong feeling to live in the dusk syndicate. It would be cliched for her to think that the only reason she wanted to be in the syndicate was because of an unknown evilness inside her. Which wasn't true at all. Sure, the she cat had anger issues but she was far from being evil. Too far.

Howver, she felt that living in the syndicate was where the cats lived by their own rules. No one to control them, no one to depreciate them. Violence wanted to feel like a valued member. She only stayed within Skyclan for her two friends, Saccahrine and Coralfrost. If she had her own choice, she would burn all her bridges and make a fresh start within the syndicate.
Wasn't it where she belonged? Oh, how she could vividly and clearly see and hear her father repeating that phrase like a song I her ear. Slowly, but surely she began to believe it. She began to allow it to seep into her mind, plaguing her like a contagious disease. One day, she would fulfill her father's agnostic views.

Right now, she would sit and look into the distance, imagining the life of a syndicate soldier. And, one day she would be there, and hearing all those names calling out to her. It would be the day. Of a dream come true.

"And no one will be able to stop me." She narrowed her brilliant blue eyes, and scurrying across her was a nice. Quickly, she used a paw to pin its tail before nipping it with a deadly blow to its neck. She had no interest in eating the animal, only the simple fact of taking its life seemed to satisfy her.

{ @Nighty }

Calixto was just patrolling nearby. The loss of what he had thought would be his forever love didn't exactly feel the same way. Slice had dealt with him, showed h M some new things, new techniques. Calixto was glad she had and took it as a way of her showing interest. So, he had done what he thought was the appropriate thing and flirted with her. Unfortunately that wasn't how she was thinking and because of his flirting she had begun to treat him like he was a kit, fresh out of the nursery.

Just once, Calixto had thought he had a chance. A chance to be like his sister Illusion, to start a family. He wanted love, but apparently love didn't want him. So he had to keep looking. All he wanted was love, and a family, but apparently he would have to look hard for it, because it certainly wasn't coming to him.

He thought Slice would have been the one, her beautiful features, fierce and independent personality. He had liked her so much, only to be pushed away again. He didn't want to say he was jealous of Illusion, but he was, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

But a couple sounds alerted him of a presence of another. He glanced up, having not been paying attention to where he was going. He realized that he was on the border, and rather close to it as well. Probably not the best place to be, this soon after the battle. His pale green gaze swept the area, peering through the leaves of bushes to find the source. He inhaled deeply, but softly. He smelled another cat, that was for sure. Now to find out who it was.

He padded through the bushes, his long pelt making his presence known as it clung to the small branches of the bush and rattled them. As he came out, the border just oawsteps away, he saw her. He saw the feline sitting before him and he hrowled slightly. Although, despite his hostile appearance, he didn't exactly want to scare her off. He would give them a chance to explain what they were doing. He would be patient. "Ma'am, can I politely ask ya what yer doin' here?" He asked her, his southern accent breaking through as he spoke.

@Noire