A Meeting Of Evils (Shadie)

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l u n a

Lunatic knew where she was going - across the clan border of MistClan - she planned it perfectly - she was going to murder another cat, and enjoy it she would.

This time, she wondered which innocent cat would fall to her claws. She hoped it was a male - to tease him and then rip out his throat and watch him die. They made her laugh - so intent on helping each other they didn't realise that cats hated them and their holiness.

She stopped, hearing another cat. "Another victim..."

[&. SHADiE]

We hit a wall, and we can't get over it
Nothing to relive

It was a day like this that made the silence welcoming. Most cats were in camp, eating, talking, doing useless things to avoid the hot green-leaf sun. Him? He was out to avoid all of that. Those Clan cats were sickening. Though he lived with them, acted like them, he never considered himself one of them. They were too soft. Not to mention just so easy to kill..

Fallowclaw padded aimlessly. He didn't care where he went. No one would care either. He was a shadow to the world, always noticed but equally always ignored. He had become used to it, mindless relationships with cats were useless.

Maybe he would meet another MistClan cat out too? He could just imagine the scene: they would be friendly to him, surprised as he lifted his claws up..a quick swipe and as their eyes glazed over, realization and horror clouding them for the last time. The thought almost made him quiver with joy and anticipation. How long has it been since he had tested his claws? Ironic enough his wandering had led him to the Training Stream. It seemed quiet enough and he let out a disappointed sigh. No apprentices.. just the bubbling stream. Absently he kicked a pebble into the water. Just as it fell with a little 'plop' another sound caught his attention.

The tom lifted his garnet eyes and took in his surrounding. Another cat, he was sure. Sniffing the air it did not smell of MistClan. Not even a Clan, actually. Smiling ever so slightly Fallowclaw lashed his tail. Here kitty kitty..

It's water under the bridge
You said it, I get it, I guess it is what it is

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l u n a

With a flick of her tail, the crazed female scented the air. The cat had stopped by the stream. Her sapphire eyes jaded for a moment, then lit up. It was a tom-cat, she could tell. She padded softly and slowly towards the stream, and saw him. A big, black tom with red eyes. She licked her lips. This would be fun.

She leapt into the air, and onto his back. Hopefully surprising him, she leapt off again, this time in front of him, facing him, with unsheathed claws. "Hey there kitty kitty." she meowed, a hint of madness present in her voice. Her eyes flashed. "Whats a handsome boy like you doing without a flock of girls after you?" she sneered at him, flicking her tail. This would be priceless.

[&. SHADiE]

I've known it from the start
All these good ideas will tear your brain apart

Ears pricked, he scented a she-cat. Though not a Clan cat she moved silently in the forest. No, he could care less about her. But since there weren't any other cats around.. maybe he could have some fun. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of cream-colored fur and before he could react a weight on his back.

Instinctively he crouched and attempted to get the thing off his back. Slowly he realized that the cat he had scented was the same one that was currently attacking him. That's the last thing you'll ever do.. he thought furiously. Someone would dare attack him? Him? That was a first. Usually it was the other way around. Just the thought almost distracted him from the sudden pounce.

Then almost as suddenly the weight was gone. Instead in front of him was the she-cat. She was pretty, he had to say. But there was something about her. His eyes narrowed to slits, did he not see that look every time he looked at his own reflection? That same hunger for blood, the same enjoyment. She seemed mad, though to him she was very sane.

Fallowclaw felt the edges of his maw curl up as she spoke. Now this was something different. 'Hey there kitty kitty' His same thoughts, twisted into this newcomer's words. And at her question the tom lashed his tail. She wanted to play his game, with her rules. So be it. He ignored her sneer and if anything enjoyed it. "Well, it looks like you're a she-cat. And as for them after me, it seems like you just were" He meowed, referring to the moment she had attacked him, in his velvet-like voice. As usual it betrayed nothing but emotionless hatred.

Scared but you, you follow me
I'm too weird to live but much too rare to die

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l u n a

Well, this was surely surprising. Her face was mirrored in the black tom's - the thirst for blood and power - it lay there in those deep ruby eyes. Luna licked her fangs as he spoke - his voice was soft, alluring, one that said to a foe that he was a friend before his claw would destroy the life of the other cat.

She gave a slight purr, she padded towards him and ran her tail under his chin. "You're as smart as you are handsome." she meowed, walking around him and returning to the front. With a fangful smile, she returned to the front, tail still running along his body.

"The name is Luna, but I go by Lunatic. Got a name for that face, prettyboy?" the siamese asked, padding backwards from him. This would be fun - and she hoped his blood was as red as his eyes.