Bitter and Sweet ((Open))

[*~Blazeheart~*]

He was bitter. His heart was full of bleak anger towards everything around him. He hated his life, he hated those who approached him, he hated the sun that mocked his bitterness, he hated the Clans that ruled the forest, he hated the rogues and loners that live the same solitary life, he hated the Twolegs that chased him away from their garbage bin. Yet he continued to live his life, no matter how much he didn't like it. Everyday he still awoke with the same hardened and malicious gleam in his eyes. No trace of humor or kindness in his yellow steel-like eyes. His fur was matted and ungroomed. His usualy pale gray, almost silver, fur was spotted with grime and dust. He didn't bother to clean himself, for there was no point. He would get up still and roam about, searching for food, whether crowfood or fresh-kill he doesn't care. then he'd spit at anyone who thought they could steal his catch, who all usually leave him alone. For they all saw the cold eyes full of hatred and empty of sympathy or compassion. He knew friendship or kindness. He never experienced compassion. His kittenhood was a long time ago, and his mother's caress and his sibling's kinship was a faded memory like misted fog that dissapates as the sun rises.
So he didn't know how to love or be "friendly" He was now a morose and short-tempered cat.

Now he sat under the shade of the tree, lying down but not dozing. His yellow eyes remained opened and staring out with narrowed eyes full of hatred, as if he was hating against the world. How he wished he could leave it all behind and end this insatiable life. He had nothing to live for and didn't want to live. And yet why was he still here you ask? Why does the sun rise and set and the moon wax and wane? Why do the birds fly and the fish swim? Why do living things live? Because it is Nature's doing. Nautre gave cats claws and teeth to fight and survive. Nautre gave Two-legs hands and intellegence to build and live. Nature gave birds wings and beaks to fly and feed. So survival was an instinct built into every living creature. To defy such gift from Nature is against your very instinct that drives you to live. It is almost impossible to defy your instincts. So now the lonesome Stark lives in a world full of malice and hate, unable to take away his own life purposefully, for it is against Nature's will.

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[~Ravenpaw~]

((Yey I get a congrats!))

Raven, she was a young she-cat, only 8 moons, not even a warrior, young, beautiful, but dangerous for her age, dispite her small look. She named herself, her old name unsuited her for, unfitting, unnatural. Dove, what a horrible name, completely unlike her. Her pelt a pure black colour, her eyes a deep yellow, she was well built from fighting other rogues, she eve had a bit of her left ear torn off, nothing to serious though, but it added to her look of danger. It wasn't just her look though, her personality was one you didn't want to mess with either, Raven is the kind of cat you want as a friend, she'd ruin your life if you made youself an enemy. Not to say she isn't nice, but she's not, she is mostly mean all the time, her sarcastic tongue unmatched, her harsh words and comments. Raven will, however if she trusts you will be nice to you, in a weird kinda way, her own way of showing it. She knows her way around and simply refuses to to take no for an answer, if you want her as a friend, best stay on her good side and never, ever call her a kittypet.

Kittypet, she shuddered at the word, almost threating to hiss, how she hated that word, dispite her once being a kittypet she hated being called one because of her past, if she ever saw another one, she'd most likely claws it's eyes out, she hated them so much. She caught a strange scent which broke her train of thought, "Mouse-dung" She swore quietly, she hoped it wasn't a clan cat, she was interested in them, but now was not a good time, she took in a breath again and noticed it wasn't, so she decided to stalk after it and see what it what that had caught her nose.

[*~Blazeheart~*]

His yellow eyes glared at the cloudless sky, hissing at the birds that flew by without the care in the world. They were free in the sky, free from the grasp of cats' claws. Yet on the ground, they can fall prey and danger lurks in every corner. He overlooked the Clan territory. From the view here, he could observe parts of the territory. He spied a group of cats. Two young one and two older ones. The two young one seemed to be crouching while the warriors looked on.

Mentors and apprentices, training and hunting together, sharing a bond. Stark snarled softly at the sight of this. His tail flicked contemptuously as he averted his gaze from the eye-sore.
What a bunch of foolshe thought, refusing to believe it was jealousy that made him bitter towards them. They fended not for themselves but for the Clan itself. The so called warrior code was a joke. He highly doubted that the cats were truly good-hearted towards their Clan. The warrior code was probably just a facade, just an excuse to hide their motives for living together. The rogue could hardly believe the whole thing was altruistic.

Then a breeze blew by, carrying a foreign scent. His nose wrinkled in disgust and his whiskers twitched in annoyance. Who dares to sneak up on him. Whirling around, his fur bristled and his eyes narrowed dangerously. His lips wrinkled back into an ugly snarl. A small sized she-cat stood before him. Her jet black pelt looking sleek in the sunlight.

"Go away,"Stark growled. No "who are you"'s or " Hi there"
Just a "leave me alone" glare from the bitter rogue.

[~Ravenpaw~]

Raven wandered around, she listened quietly, her torn ear hardly noticiable at night, but during the day, that was another story, she wasn't well known and wanted to keep it that way, her sassy and all around sly personality showed often to strangers who she either wanted to avoid or really wanted to annoy. Raven was the type to pick fights and often resorts to violence when someone doesn't get the bigger picture like, 'Will you leave me alone' and they just won't go, she often beats them till they do. Raven glanced around with her dark yellow eyes met up with cold yellow ones giving her a dark glare from a bitter looking cat, he snarled "Go away!", but knowing Raven she would just run away as fast as she could right? WRONG! Raven returned the glare, her eyes like knives daring to stab back at him, "And if I don't want to?" She retorted.

[*~Blazeheart~*]

A rumbling growl eminated from his throat and his eyes narrowed. Her attitude was not helping his morose heart. If more, it aggravated it. He very much wanted the cat to leave, to be out of his sight, never to bother him again.
"I'll make you,"he retorted coldly, claws sliding out. His pale fur bristled hostilly. For some reason, he was angry. Not so much at the rogue she-cat, but more at everything. He didn't know the source of his anger. It just boiled and frothed in his cold heart. Cold ice and angry fire battled in his soul, creating this recluse, bitter tom. Only compassion and love can alleviate the pain he feels. But none came his way so it was almost impossible to mold back his personality that was already set in stone.

Stark leered at the she-cat, lashing his tail. His teeth bared and claws unsheathed. Ready to attack or defend.

[~Ravenpaw~]

Raven hissed, her sleek raven black fur bristled angerily, "Just try it!" She countered ready for a fight, her claws unsheathed themselves and dug into the ground ready to strike. Her dark yellow eyes clashed with his cold yellow ones that grew more angry as she was ready to fight back, she needed to take her anger out, out on anything, or any one it just happen to be this random rogue that would feel her might a fury. Raven's past made her stronger, but it also changed her, she was violent and loved to fight, any good old fight was fine for her as long as she got to sink her teeth into another pelt, her's stained already with so many sins, another wouldn't matter, would it?

[Swiftpelt]

(Mind if I join?)


Snarls and yowls broke into the his sleep, the dream that he had to relive over and over again was gone. But yet, the scars that marked his life would never fade and neither would his unshakable hate. Yellow eyes slowly opened to the piercing light that seeped into the Tree's hole, blinding him for only a moment before fully opening them. There in a tight black ball, the small kit layed. His silence was only a key of how he was, so non-caring of anything and everything that got in his way.

Once again, the same noises reached his ears and the small kit let out a long hiss in discuss.
It was bad enough hearing yowls and hisses in his dream, but now he has to hear this noise awake too?
What a mess, even though he manged to leave Mistclan camp without those clan nerds or his fellow kits knowing. He needed to be alone and without any cat to boss him around, feeling that he needed no one and everything else was just a lie.

I don't need anyone and that's the way it should be. Uncurling his body, the black tom slowly rose to his paws and silently moved out of the tree with his long tail barely touching the ground. As the light shined on his pelt, the tom became much more clearer to see and showed every detail that was him. His pelt was alittle dirty but held a shadow like glow to it, which gave him the name Shadow. He was clearly smaller then every other cat, since he's still a kit and his hard yellow eyes gave of an dim light, barely even there.

Looking around abit more, Shadow pin pointed where the yowling had come from and simply padded down toward it with his ears sharply flicking forward. His left ear had lost it's point, leaving nothing but jagged marks of scars that nearly cut his ear off and as he moved closer to the snarling, folded them back until it was on his skull. Silently, Shadow slipped into the bushes and carefully moved into position so he could get a better look at the two cats. Hissing in his mind, the tom crouched down and glared at the two cats, one was a tom and the other was a she-cat.

Judging them for a moment, Shadow noted the tom's gray-silver pelt and narrowed his eyes.
It was clear that this tom didn't clean himself often and just didn't care, which Shadow himself took as a warning sign or a way to scare off others. Pity...This tom seems too...careless. He thought, laughing softly with more of a dark tone and turned his head to the she-cat, who also was the same color as himself. This she-cat was smaller then the tom but was holding her own and he noted that the she-cat also had a bite mark upon her ear. But yet, nothing compared to mine. Shadow concluded, glaring at the two for a moment before sitting up and wrapped his tail around his paws.

Oddly though, Shadow smirked at them, feeling a bit amused by all this hissing and snarling going on. Sitting with the shade of the bushes, he watched with the same smirk still on his muzzle.

[*~Blazeheart~*]

Stark made no comment, only to let the volume of his growl rise. His eyes glared maliciously. He, too, viewed the black she-cat as a diversion to unleash all this hostility and hate. His anger boiled and seeped from his heart into his sharpened claws and fangs. Baring his teeth, he let the anger take over his soul and mind, relinquishing all precautions and common sense. Now he allowed the raging demonic side of him possess him. His matted fur was now bristling, making him look twice as large and ugly.

His lean muscles contracted and his weight shifted to his hind legs, ready to leap forward and rip the life out of the she-cat in order to satiate his anger. However, a breeze blew by and another scent made him stop.
His head whipped around to see a young, kit-sized, black-furred tom. The sneer on his little face made Stark aggravated and he very much wanted to claw that smirk off his face.
"Get lost kit!"Stark spat at the kit.

[~Ravenpaw~]

Raven was truely annoyed now, she was easily annoyed that was another thing about her, you don't just ignore her, she was so ready for a fight and now was the time to start it back up, "What if he doesn't want to leave?" She asked him almost snarling at Stark anything to get him to attack first, so she would have a reason to attack back, "What if he wants to fight as well?" Raven asked growling, she hissed her fur bristling more, she to grew bigger due to the fact her fur was puffing out, she needed to fight, her anger all bent up, she needed to.

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow just chucked at the sight of the tom, yelling at him like he was the king and wanted everything. This was just sad, in fact, alot more pitiful then the other three kits he ran into.
Raising to his paws, the pure black tom just stared back at Stark and let out a low hiss.

"No, I won't. In fact, your just a tom that needs to cool it for a while." Shadow spoke, his voice having more of a haunting tone that was simalar to a dead cat that ruled a clan long ago. Shadow slowly padded out of the bushes, revealing his scars and his biggest mark.
His left side had a long claw mark, taking claim of what fur that didn't grow on his flank and proving that life was indeed cruel.

Shadow slowly padded around the two, a smile dawne on his muzzle with a evil mock and lashed his long black tail. "And If you don't like it, then tough. I'm not the type that cares what you think." He meowed, chuckling abit before looking at Raven. Shadow's eyes slowly flashed with intrenst, but slowly turned his head back to Stark and smirked.

"You still don't even know how to treat a she-cat? How sad."

[*~Blazeheart~*]

Stark flicked his eyes towards Raven, tail thrashing irritably. He gave the young she-cat a dangerous glare that pretty much said, I'll deal with you later.

The matted furred tom turned his attention back at the young kit. His fur bristled slighty as he saw the ugly scars that blemished the kit's jet-black fur. Even more scars than he had.
Who in the world has this kit been up to?he thought bitterly, though he didn't want to let his curiousity form into words. It wasn't his business. Nothing mattered to him.

"You insolent kit!"the pale furred tom snarled at the kit, eyes becoming narrowed into slits of anger. Without any comment sense or hesitation. Stark lept at the kit, claws extended. Now he was back into a raging demon full of hate and bitterness. Only a fight can alleviate his raging turmoil that licked his soul like red-hot flames.

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow could see the anger in the large tom's eyes, something that the kit has been dieing to see ever since the three toms and smiled as the tom ludged forward at him.
Now it begins.....

With a glint in Shadow's hard yellow eyes, the young kit shot forword with his hind legs and manged to get under the huge tom's body. Though Shadow speed still lacked in ways, he made use of it in his size and his long tail barely made it past the tom's claws. Yes, Shadow was once again getting in over his head. But yet? This was a challage to him and a battle he could not ignore. Flicking his ears back, his body was being fueled by his firece nature and his will to fight and found himself behind Stark with a huff.

I could use this to my amusment....Yes...I think I will. Shadow thought, his eyes laughing sliently and turned his sight to the tom with a lash of his tail. "Ha...Even if you manged to catch and claw me.." He spoke, his eyes hardened until the once dim light, faded into nothing but a dark void. "I will never show fear to the likes of you....not ever." His voice seemed more cruel then before, still sounding like a kit but more....emotionless.

Come at me...with everything. Shadow thought, a smile crossed his face and lashed his tail again.

[~Ravenpaw~]

Raven looked back a forth, at them, she had to agree that first cat had no clue how to treat a she-cat. Not like she did any better with her mother, she thought bitterly. She hated her mother, but now she was out of her life forever so it didn't matter. Raven didn't need to be treated differently, but it was amusing to watch them fight. She loved fighting, it was just amusing to her, even watching a fight was amusing. Raven's yellow eyes followed their movements, she moved back a bit and merely watched. She was a sly cat she was, she would wait to till they tired each other out, then take on the winner, unless they dragged her into the fight in which case she would rip their pelts off their skin, now that would be amusing. Raven didn't care much that the first cat didn't know how to treat a she-cat, she wasn't interested in a mate and she really did hate complaments or being treated like some weak look flower. She wasn't Dove anymore, she hardly ever was. The last thing she wanted to hear was someone calling her a kittypet.

[*~Blazeheart~*]

Stark just let out a horrible snarl in response. He didn't care for insults or words. Just a growl, spat, hiss, snarl, and yowl was all he uttered when a raging demon. His matted fur was bristling like spikes and his lips were writhed back revealing yellowing teeth that dribbled with drool. His claws scraped the earth so harshly that the ground was covered with ugly, ragged claw-marks.
His ragged tail lashed back and forth, mirroring shadow. His ugly yellow eyes leered at Shadow, full of hatred and bitterness. He had no personal quarrel with this young kit. It was just another cat he met and would unleash his hatred towards.

Stark quickly darted in, trying to tackle full on into the young kit and thrash him until he pleaded for mercy. No strategy, no tricks, all tooth and claw.