[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by .:Moonfang:.

{ unstable? how dare he! try bipolar xD }
Moonfang noticed how he only glance at her and she chuckled. "Bird kitty, hm? Understandable." she meowed. "We are SkyClan after all." she chuckled, trying to add some more humour to his statement. She was known to really scare people with her sudden personality flip. She was one of the most unpredictable cats. Sweet? Me? she thought with a bit of crude humour towards herself. ”Well, isn’t that just a nice thing for you to say?” she chuckled slightly. This was going well so far. How long would it last? Stay positive. She thought.

Positive? She wasn’t positive, nor negative. She wasn’t something that small. She was a raging fire and a freezing blizzard. But sometimes she was a cool breeze and a warm sun. She could be your worse enemy or your best friend. She was that kind of cat. The upside, in the end, even after she burned you, she’d come back and put ice on the wounds.

That was the odd thing about her. She always came back. She wasn’t anti-social, hateful, nothing. She was just- misunderstood. She never wants to be enemies, she wants friends, but sometimes her switch flips and she’s burning down camp. Or bringing a blizzard to freeze it till no life remained. She was that bad.

Still, she couldn’t help it. ”Look, I know you probably have your own issues. And I know what I said hurt, but I, uh, I don’t bite my tongue often. It hurts.” she said, chuckling sort of nervously, trying to lighten the mood, trying to indirectly hint she doesn’t know how to hold her anger. Her parents died before they could teach her. She was wrong, she knew it, but she needed help. Granted no one would help her, because when they try she snaps on them, but she needed someone who would be as bull-headed as her.

That was hard to find.

All well, might as well warn people, right? ”And… sorry if I snap again in the future, I, uh.. Can’t really control the mood switch.” she said, mumbling softly with a cough, trying to cover up her words. She hated confessing she was out of control of her anger. Or sweetness. One of the two. She switches so often she doesn’t know which side is really her. Oh nevermind that, trying to make friends here, focus. She scolded herself. She was also easily distracted, but that was common in her family. Might have been how Zephyrleap died… Again! Focus!

{ inner turmoil is always fun }

{That was simply a nice way of putting it xDD }

Now, this was something Crowswipe loved talking about. Birds. Birds. And, more birds. He adored birds. Swiping them easily out the sky, and feeding on their flesh. Though the feathers were annoyed, they were his favorite meal, and could leave him full for days. His favorite bird was the eagle. They were the tricky ones to get because they were large, and could easily take up a cat such as Crowswipe, but he manages every time because he was witty that way. When hunting, he becomes one with the prey, that he could not explain to others of his excellent hunting and jumping skills. Perhaps, they would never know this because it was a secret that Crowswipe kept to himself.

Upon her words, the tom cat simply rolled his eyes. They were Skyclan after all. Which sucked to him. At this point he rather be somewhere useful. Somewhere dark. Not the Syndicate. Crowswipe felt that he wouldn't be able to cooperate with their...living conditions. Their rules. ''Oh, yeah?'' He glanced at her once again through the corner of his large yellow orbs. She amused him. Really. Especially when she wasn't clawing his eyes out or some sort. As his ears flicked, he wondered why she was even still trying to talk to him. No one talked to Crowswipe. Everyone saw him as the weird, grumpy cat with no fur. Crowswipe figured she must had wanted something, but what would that be? He had nothing to offer her. He couldn't give her comfort. Or, bring her back her family. ''Expect that to be the last nice thing that I say.'' Not out of aggression, but the deep loud voice he was known for. And, that was why it was hard for him to make friends. It was an endless cycle of being guarded, and therefore very hard for him to land a decent relationship.

The tom had a feeling she was not one to mess with. Her bi-colored orbs could give away her expression, but he remained unafraid of her. Not really absorbing the fact that he somewhat offended others. The tom shifted uncomfortably on his paws. He didn't know why he was uncomfortable, but he felt that way. Perhaps it was the fact that she was talking to him. Or, her gaze was upon him. It had to be something about her, thus making the tom keep his glances ahead, and his breathing smooth.

''Would you rather bite your tongue, or have it clawed out by another? Your choice.'' Crowswipe responded. Oh, definitely he had pet peeves of his own! Anger issues of his own. And, he could relate. The tom had a hard time biting back his tongue, and it would get him in trouble. If he were lucky, it would be a much weaker cat that could do no harm. If he weren't?...he'd probably be running until his paws tire out. The problems of much denser cats. Then, he let out a huff. ''Let it out, why dontcha, then? Just don't let the wrong cat see it.'' There were always going to be a much better, much more powerful cat.

The future? What was she talking about? According to Crowswipe, he felt that this was a one time thing. After this, they would be neutral with each other. He hadn't planned on running into her again. Oh no. He didn't want to be the object of her issues. ''The future--as in us seeing each other again?'' He raised an eyebrow, now completely turning to look at her. She must be confused. I must be confused. I mean...she's not that bad. Just really...really...really...bi-polar? Maybe, that's the word I'm looking for.