brooding over revenge

[ϟilverClaw]

The mouth to the rogue canyon was over shadowed by the long shadow of a lone cat staring out at the clans. the clicking of his claws could barely be heard of the rushing river that carved out all the stone of the canyon walls. His dark blue eyes staring with complete contempt. The setting sun created withering tendrils of shadow as the Rogue stare out among the burnt trees of Fireclan and the rolling hills of Dawnclan. He kept his gaze of contempt hard on the clans.

Lionheart hated the clans they would pay for what they did to him. Just as the sun set on the day the days of the clan would set and the night of the Rogues would come. He would witness the beginning of a new age, but then it would be his end. He had no wish to watch the despicable rogue rise from the ashes, he hated their kind they deserved death, but they where just what he needed to gain him his final revenge, his brother Shadowpelt would die for his betrayal. Lionheart had lost everything because of him, The clans would feel his pain, they would be destroyed for his suffering their hypocritical laws costing him his only love.

[Swiftpelt]

What remains in Darkness..will only find a way out.
But with it...Death will come.

A sound of paw steps, faintly quiet to hear but enough to take noice from the adding sound of brittle leaves. It was Leaf-fall, a clear sign that winter would soon be on the way and a dark time for those who wanted to surivie. This time however, was unsutain for a small black tom and things slowly began to get worse. But this tom was more of a fighter, his eyes purely showed just that and as he padded on, they held a dark glow that few could see.

Yes..he was scared, in ways that few kits could ever dream off or in this case, have a nightmare about. His family, gone with nothing but drowning blood and his father's death by another cat. His kithood was stolen from him, his happiness gone and his life ripped in half. Now all he has left is anger, the feeling that he could never live without and the hate that all but left his side. Yes...just like Halloween, he was the pure image that has yet to be feared.
Named only by his mother, now burned into the sight he now is. Shadow is his name, a name yet to be heard as fear.

His Hard yellow eyes were clearly set on something, though he himself didn't know why. Shadow could only tell a slight scent that layied before him that seemed to smell like a clan cat, but something different at the same time. Shadow flicked his ears back, his left ear torn and nearly bitten off. Before long, his eyes reached the sight of a tom that was larger then him and slowed his pace. His eyes darkened, making his eyes look more darker then normal and with a lash of his tail, watched with a smirk on his face.

So..another big tom..what is a tom like him doing here? Shadow thought, Nearly glaring at Lionheart with pure anger. It was odd to find a clan cat here or was the tom really a clan cat.
Nevermind...he doesn't seem like the type to anger. Too bad..I thought I would some amusment too. Shadow shook his head, slowly padding away from Lionheart with a huff. But oddly, started to smile as if waiting to be noitced.

[ϟilverClaw]

Lionhearts ear swiviled towards the slight sound of leaves crunching beneth paw steps so light and small he could have sworn prey was stalking towards him, turning his sapphire eyes towards the sound Lionheart could just make out the small black pelt of a cat, just out of sight. The cat couldn't be any older than a kit, or a really young apprentice. He gave a slight smirk as the little one turned away from him padding away slowly. The little one's actions made him smirk, attracting just enough attention to make himself noticed then walk away. Any other cat would follow wondering what a small one was doing so far from their home. Lionheart found it was better to have fun first. Slinking away Lionheart used the long shadows of the setting sun to move away from the cat who had taken to padding away slowly. sliping around and through the shadows and rocks his body became but a haze within the corner of one's eye. His muddy golden pelt blending with the rock terrain surrounding the canyon. As far as the little one would notice, he had lost interest and mearly walked off and away from him.

Truth was a more entertaining prospect as Lionheart moved just in front of the slow moving cats his bulk hidden behind a rock outcropping, the little one downwind of his scent, he would not be noticed until the kit passed in front of him. Lionheart waited for the little one as he moved by, the last bit of light cast by the setting sun made his eyes glow deep blue. His body but a moving shadow in the dusk light as the kit sized cat passed by. "Now don't you think it's rude to pass by a cat and not introduce yourself?" he said with a laughing smirk.

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow slowly padded along the rocky path, his eyes locked on the trail ahead and his tail raisning and falling every few times. Seeing the big tom that was laying there, reminded him of his father that burned with such to his weak mother. But this tom was different then his dirt of a father, since his father looked more like a dark tabby. Shadow stopped himself for a moment, letting out a hiss of discuss before beginning to move again at an even slower pace.

As he was passing a few rocks though, a faint sound caught his ears and soon a voice rose in it's place.

"Now don't you think it's rude to pass a cat and not introduce yourself" The voice spoke with a laughing sound.

Shadow stopped, his hard yellow eyes were clearly narrowed but made no movement to even look toward the voice. Really now...A game? The pure black tom thought, smirking abit with his tail now raised into the air. Many kits would jump at this, run or even cower at the sudden surprize of the tom. Shadow, however, didn't even flinch and just tilted his head at the shadow that layed against the rock's face.

"Yes. But it is also rude for one to sneak up on another." Shadow replied back with a huff, flicking his ears back again with a hard stare. The fur on his back began to raise abit, either by annoyence or by pure anger and lashed his tail. Shadow was clearly not in the mood to talk, but he himself knew that this tom could be trouble and by trouble, he meant the size.
Turning his head back to the trail, Shadow moved a few paw steps forward before turning with his eyes now locked on the shadows that covered the rocks.

"So if you want to make it even, why don't you come out? Then maybe I might make myself known." Shadow spoke, his voice sounding alittle harsh as he said it and slowly waved his tail with an unamused look in his eyes. The long scar could clearly be seen on his left side, along with many little scars that took claim to his left side.

[ϟilverClaw]

Lionheart sighed with slight annoyance when the little kit made a demand of him. Thistle for brains little kit, actually trying to act intimidating. He could see the little one marked with a scar down his flank, the only sympathy Lionheart had left in the world was for the welfare of a kit. It was one of his few codes he kept to himself this one being personal. Lionheart stood from the shadows walking over to the kit towing above him. Lionhearst golden pelt reflecting a dull gold ting, the red tufts of fur that gave him his name looking eerily like blood in the dim light. The scar across his eye clearly visible now as he looked down at the kit. Soon the little one would realize that Lionheart was not a normal cat, his parentage and rogue life made him larger than normal cats, to the kit he would look like a massive. From afar one could not guess this but up close the size difference was staggering.

"Sneaking up wouldn't have been the phrase I would use. Intentionally crossing paths in a way one desires." Lionheart walked past the kit cuffing it on its uninjured ear to sit within the last rays of the setting sun looking back at the kit. licking his paw to clean off some loose dirt. "As well be sure that my intentions where not hostile before taking that tone with me." Lionheart cast a side ways glance at the kit before continuing. "Lucky for you I don't hurt kits, and condemn any who do." His gaze locked with the kits as his gaze remained emotionless and calm. His deep blue eyes never leaving the kits as if saying for him to sit down and listen. Lionheart surmised the kit with quick glances at his injuries his age guessing from his size. Best he could tell either one of both of his parents are dead, possible chance a queen adopted him, or he has already tried to fend for himself the scar along his body a fight for scraps, or from someone close. His attitude suggest family member more as this would explain his actions better. He kept this to himself instead asking the basics to confirm anything he guessed. "Now I'm wondering what one such as yourself is even doing out here... alone... why even i would keep a mentor of sorts around me if I where your age and wandering about. Especially near the rogues home."

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow's hard yellow eyes watched the tom came toward him, towering above him with Saphire eyes and slowly flicked his tail in annoyence. He had always ran into or pasted large cats, either by hissing or by simple stares. This tom however, was alot bigger then the skinny toms he been running into and seemed to hold no anger toward him. Shadow didn't like it and it was all the more reason to be defenceive, even if this tom seemed ok.

As the huge tom moved past him, he felt his ear getting cuffed and quickly shook his head with a hiss. Crossing paths? More like Toying with me. Shadow growled in his mind, turning to the tom with a lash of his tail. As the tom began to speak again, Shadow narrowed his eyes slightly at eath word and twitched his ears. Right now, he didn't even want to hear anything about being kind and making sure anyone wasn't hostile. For all he cared, everyone that he ever met were nothing but that to him. Unforgiving, Cruel and endless blood. Shadow had known only that and being that his own father scared his life, that's all he thought he would ever live for. The tom's Saphire eyes locked with his, almost trying to tell him something. But the black tom was stubborn and thus, stood with his tail waving slowly.


Seeing that the tom had finished speaking, Shadow smirked and half closed his eyes. "Mentor? Ha. You really think I would be anywhere near those..excuse for clan cats? There nothing but Flea bags believing in dead cats." Shadow meowed, his voice still had a hint of anger in it and raised his head to the sky. "And why do you care? All you rouges care about is toying with someone or clawing others for your own amusment." He added, lowering his head back to the tom with another smirk on his muzzle.

( You roleplay better then me! *Laughs* )

[ϟilverClaw]

Lionheart gave a scowl as the kit compared him to those lowly rogues. "Never compare me to those waste of pelts, I am no rogue, nor even a Clan cat. I am more than that I follow a different path then those horrible pieces of fox dung." His face had turned to one of a scowl as the little kit insulted his pride. His eyes almost blue flames as he calmed himself. No this kit didn't know enough for him to bother coming to anger. He returned his gaze to the little kit, his features still calm but with a hint of dislike. "I care because I rather not a kit die if I can prevent it." Lionheart tail curled across his paws as he sat silent for a moment. The kit had no one then a lone kit wandering about without anyone, the fact the little one even survived so long was a miracle in and off itself.

Lionheart stood to his paws looking at the kit sternly. "I won't allow it, I won't allow some kit to wander around these territories without another to guide them." His gaze was one of seriousness as he looked down at the kit, ideas forming in his head. "From now on you will follow me, that is no request, or offer it's a command. You will follow me and learn, what it means to survive. Don't yowl at me saying you can, the scar you bear shows that others have come close to ending you and failed, whether of their own volition or another's intervention." Lionheart looked down at the little kit into its yellow eyes. This kit would hate him for the rest of it's life he could feel it, but he would not let it leave without a way to live. He would never let a kit die if he could help it, he had lost his sister as a kit, such a waste of pure life. A kit's life was once of innocence not destruction, and as such should never be extinguished. As well what better way to get back at the kits insolence then by taking him under his watchful eye.

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow raised one of his eyebrows in amusment, seeing the sudden anger that the large tom gave to him with it's Saphire eyes ablaze. Somehow, it pleased him to see that his choices in words sparked something in that overgrown tom and silently laughed in his mind. It seems that I have stuck a cord...lovely. Shadow's thoughts bagan to form around what the golden tom was saying, though he had t disagree on a few points on the dieing part. He was able to survive on nothing but wits and the smarts he had merely required from fighting other cats his size. Movement, power and smarts. That's how he sumed it up as.

Silence soon followed, the large tom wrapping his tail around his paws and looked as if in heavy thought. The pure black tom's eyes seemed to glow alittle in wonder, why such a cat like him, would care about an outcast like himself. Shadow knew that even kits didn't get much around this parts, either pushed to the edges of death or clawed until they had to obey the coward that attacked them. Moving one of his ears back, he could hear the rusule of a piece of pray nearby and wanted the feeling of hunting it before it vaished. But Shadow's thoughts were soon cut as the large tom spoke again, this time getting up.

You won't allow me to be alone? Since when did you-? Shadow growled in his mind, seeing the tom tower over him again with more of a serious look and flicked his ears back as he listened. So...your forcing me to follow you, huh? Shadow thought, his muzzle forming a frown with a lash of his tail and hissed in his mind. After what seemed to be a long time, Shadow flicked his ears forward and returned the large tom's gaze.

"Fine..But." Shadow began, his voice losing his anger but was replaced with a rough, yet normal tone."If I give you Respeat, then I want you to do the same for me. I don't ask for much, nor do I say it. But that alone, is what I want. That's it." He finished, his voice still strong and without fear. Truth is, that's all he really wanted. But yet, something told him that even if he gave the tom his respect, Shadow knew that there would be a catch.

[Sublimeluver]

Silence filled the air as a silent predator padded towards the two cats. His footsteps were almost silent. He scent was blown away from them by the wind. His fur was gray with black mixed into it, his eyes were black, his body harbored multiple scars, his teeth were white and his tongue was marvelously pink. His name is Malice. He paused and drank in the air. His eyes held no emotion. His tail's the only thing that gave any hint of emotion. It was....excitement for a hunt. He was a cannibal. Ofcourse he ate squirells and rabbits, but sometimes when he got the chance he killed cats for prey. It wasn't hard for him at all. With his massive body strength. He had never lost a fight in his life. His body was surprisingly huge for a rogue, but he ate very well. Many feared of him and didn't speak his name unless he was the last thing they saw. He let out a light chuckle seeing the kit and the tom. He snorted coldly he smells like a clan cat. He thought a growl rising in his throat. He paused. He would not hurt them unless the two cats asked for it. He padded up to them his eyes blank showing no emotions. "Greeting." he meowed in his icy cold voice that sent shivers up so many cat's spines.

[ϟilverClaw]

Lionheart almost wanted to chuckle as the little kit asked for respect, it was not a thing to ask for but to earn. He kept his amusement to himself noticing the kit's dedicated tone on the matter. The kit was completely serious on the matter. Lionheart brought his head down to the kits level staring at him eye to eye. "Respect is earned, not asked upon, but even you have shown you deserve mine." A chill ran down Lionheart's back, an uncomfortable feeling that often spoke of trouble whether near or far. He lifted his head looking about seeing if he could see any sign of any approaching cat. Nothing, that was never good an unknown enemy was worse than a clans worth. His claws shot out reflexively as he heard a voice offer greetings. Lionheart kept his eyes focused on this new cat as he padded out of the shadows.

The cats cold tone of voice and emotionless eyes bespoke troubles. Even Lionheart kept sign of emotion in his eyes to show that he was still a alive. This cat was dead on the inside no emotion meant no regret, no boundaries. The rogue was big not as large as Lionheart but he was well fed, his mussels showing beneath his frame. It would be a deal more difficult then normal to defeat the tom if it decided to attack, scar littering his body though lead an advantage. The freshest would still be tender, allowing for a cheap hit, but still victory was not assured. He could take the tom, but the kit was in the way. The tom could do a cowardly act and go for the kit before defeat. The kit showed that it was competent, but how well against a full grown cat.

Lionheart move to face the cat head to head keeping a calm demenor as he placed him self partly in front of the kit. Making the act look natural as if facing him normally. This was a rogue to which Lionheart would not associate with in the coming war against his brother. Those eyes that voice, he might as well be facing the rogues who killed his sister all over again. "Greetings." mewed Lionheart keeping his voice a more darker full tone. It may not cause chills of death like the rogues, but it did in his brother. "Why might I ask are you confronting us when you could have very well gone around. I didn't know rogues took to chatting casually, I'll have to wash my pelt if I'm going to be greeted by other more frequently." he mewed sarcasm weaving through his tongue as he talked.

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow flicked his tail in annoyence as the large tom lowered his head until it it was at the kit's level, his saphire eyes looked in Shadow's hard yellow ones and simply spoke to him in a calm tone. At first, shadow wanted to snap at the tom for getting so close. He disliked anyone for getting that close to him and only accepetd that when he was in a battle against another tom. But yet, he knew that he would only get himself into more trouble, so the young tom just kept slient.

But, as if on que, another scent soon became known and made shadow nearly hiss. Now what! He thought, lashing his tail and turned his head to the sight of yet another tom. But this tom, spelled the word trouble and every inch of the kit's body wanted nothing more but to claw him. No emotions in the rouge's eyes, scars riddled it's body and even it's size would put up a scare to any cat the crossed paths with it. But Shadow knew these things, at least enough to know that this tom was not to be welcomed by.

As the tom spoke a cold greeting to them, Shadow just turned his head away and huffed slightly. Lionheart had stepped in front of him to protect him, or that's what Shadow asumes he was doing and flicked his his tail. His eyes though, trailed back to the rouge half closed, watching to see what it would do next. So..what do you want? Shadow thought, somewhat annoyed at the rouge.

( Lol, I'm done )

[Sublimeluver]

Malice felt his claws retract at his own will. "Are you looking for trouble?" he asked coldly. "Because if you're looking for it i'll give it to you." he meowed. He gazed at the kit and nodded at him calmly. "Strange i never thought loners to be so rude." he meowed with a dark chuckle. "And it would take more than one passing of your tongue to make that pelt look better." he meowed with a smirk. He knew he could take this tom easily. He didn't want to hurt the darned kit! That was a stipulation of his. Don't hurt kits if it can be prevented. "I hunt here. Can you not smell my scent? Can you not see why there aren't so many cats here? Can you not see why most cats pass through this area as quickly as possible?" he meowed. "Fear is the key." he laughed coldly. "A key that i hold." he chuckled. "Think before you use that tone with me again." he snarled warningly. "I'm not looking for any fights, but i won't hesitate if you make any moves." he meowed

[ϟilverClaw]

Lionheart kept his gaze even with the rogue as he insulted him in kind, he wanted to laugh at the proposition of the cat telling him what tone to use while talking with him. "I take whatever tone I will when talking to others. especially one who professes that he hold in his paws a power over fear." Lionhearts voice slowly dropped and slowed as he emphasized every syllable drawing out the words to make his point clear.. "You do not know what fear is, you don't have a slight clue as to what it means to quiver with fear or cause it. Fear is not something you can hold or use it is a living thing that claws at others. You can only insight that clawing fear to cause others to panic." Lionheart turned from the rogue keeping a weary eye looking back, in case the rogue decided to attack. "Also if you want others to stay out of your little territory I suggest marking it with a stronger scent, it blends to much with the surroundings." Lionheart started padding away from the accursed rogue, if he ever made his army he would be sure to trample right through this rogues territory to show him what happened to those who disrespect him. "Come little one we have other places to be."

[Sublimeluver]

Malice chuckled darkly, and stood up straight. There was no doubt that he was easily larger than Lionheart. "And what...may i ask is a clan cat doing in rogue territory?" he asked calmly. His voice holding no hostility. "You should get away from the likes of those cats while you can. A cat like you could excel to higher levels and higher strengths if you do." he meowed.

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow's gaze didn't leave the rouge that was standing before them, his eyes still narrowed with a frown that could barely been seen on his muzzle and nearly hissed in discuss by how this rouge kept on going about fear and himself that it sickened the black kit to his very core.
Oh...yes. He hated that so much, he would rather imagine the large tom dead in a pool of blood.

As the rouge seemed to go on, Shadow silently unsheathed his right paw and dug his claws into the dirt ground with his hard yellow eyes glancing up at Lionheart. His body was screaming the words attack and even though he didn't show it, he wanted to lunge at the so-called fearless rouge with every fiber of his body. That feeling however, quickly vanished as the other tom began to speak and slowly sheathed his right paw. Fear...is that what it is? I don't even feel it. Shadow thought, his frown soon turned into a smirk and waved his tail in a slow manner. As for the scent wise, Shadow didn't even smell markings around this area and in fact, hardly ever seen rouges here besides these two mouse brains.

Hmh..Just another excuse for a rouge. Shadow summed up, turning his head as the gold and red furred tom started to pad away. He wanted to walk away from Lionheart really, so he could be by himself but that..would only lead to yet another problem. So, with a glance at Malice, the black kit padded slowly after Lionheart with his tail barely touching the ground.
But went the rouge spoke again, shadow simply huffed and padded on, having enough of the meaningless talk that hovered above him.

[ϟilverClaw]

Lionheart stopped mid pawstep as the rogue questioned him about his background. His claws sinking out slowly before he brought them back in the kit was still in the way. He turned his head looking back at the rogue his eyes hate and contempt. "I am no clannie. I haven't been since the day I killed my parents, and don't worry about my safety among the rogues what they should fear is me walking among them. I will destroy the clans and those rogues will be the ones who give it to me." Lionheart turned back padding on, his mind slowly spinning through ideas. He would make this rogue pay for the disrespect he payed to him, to call him a clannie. He had left them long ago the only this he still bared was his old name, and even then that would be tossed aside when the time was right. His gaze fell towards the little one who was not at his side. "You should hide your emotions better little one, else you may just get yourself in more trouble than you need. Remember that next time, he wasn't even the worse of those insulting flea bags." he mewed his voice low and calm. The last thing he needed was for the rogue to get in a hiss about being called a flea bag.

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow stopped for a moment, flicked his ears back and slowly turned his gaze to Lionheart with half closed eyes."I know that. I ran into quite a few.....including one I most hate." He spoke low, waving his tail once before countiuning to pad forward with a dark look in his eyes.
Sure, he has yet to meet the worst of them all but yet, he wouldn't show any of them fear.
After being clawed, bitten and near death, fear was the last thing on his mind.

Flicking his ears back again, Shadow glanced at the large tom and shook his head."So why are you so worked up about those clan cats?" The black kit asked, a smirk appeared on his muzzle and half closed his eyes in amusment.

[ϟilverClaw]

Lionheart sighed when the little one called him on the fact that he hated the clans. "Because if it was not for them I would still have my beloved by my side." his voice but a whisper as he continued to pad along. "The destroyed everything I ever held dear, and all because of him, all because he couldn't leave well enough alone. My brother betrayed me and he will pay." Lionheart stayed silent for an awkward moment as time slowly passed. Finally the two reached the river that heralded the beginning of the canyon. "You know you still have not told me your name unless you prefer me calling you little one."

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow flicked his torn ear back, listening to the large tom with a small frown on his muzzle. Clan cats were always thinking that they were higher then everyone else, with their leaders and deputys. It was sad really, cats like them believing in dead cats that spoke nothing but blah to them. Shadow tilted his head slowly though, hearing the tom speak about his beloved one. Hearing that made the black kit think about his own loved one, his mother. Her frail body and her warm smile, fighting against all odds to protect him. But yet..everytime he remembered her, his father was always there to dampen the mood and once again, the image of his mother in blood burned in his mind.

As they came to a river, Shadow shook his head of the image and glanced up at the tom with a wave of his tail. "I would like to know yours first, since it's only fair that I'm being forced to follow you." Shadow spoke, his voice still alittle rough but calm.

[ϟilverClaw]

Lionheart gave a slight chuckle as the little one persisted in acting bold. Giving a sigh he looked down at his reflection in the water. The scar from the time he fought his brother still prominent on his eye. "My name is but a shade of what it once was, it no longer suits me, now and forever. No in a time I was once called Lionheart by my clan, never again. Call me Scar for the one I wear that reminds me of how I fell." Lionheart, no Scar sighed as he looked back at the little one his eyes filled with emotions of hate and sorrow. His brother had come to fear his old name now the clans as a whole would learn to fear the name of Scar.

{Ooc: sorry for the late reply had lie get in the way.}

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow let the names of the so-called rouge sink in, staring at the moving river with a dim gaze and remained slient. Scar? Really now....I guess I can get use to that...but he is still a Clan cat. The black kit huffed, loud enough for Scar to hear and sat down with his tail wrapped around his paws. His eyes seemed to dim until they were nothing but dark holes.
"Teh...Many have been betrayed one way or another. But few can only feel the pain of what still claws them. Even when memories begin to fade...there is always something that drives us to hate." Shadow spoke, taking a glance at the large tom and flicked his ears back.

"As for my name...It's Shadow." He added, turning his sight back to the moving river with both a heavy thought and a frown slowly forming on his muzzle.

(It's ok, I don't mind at all Silver =) )

[ϟilverClaw]

Scar sighed as Shadow continued to show his dread of being forced to follow him. Scar picked up his paws and walked pass the shadow moving on down the bank as the canyon walls grew in the distance. "Come on now Shadow lets find a place to stay for the night." his voice less harsh an almost caring and compassionate tone. Forced or not Shadow was at his side, but that didn't mean he had to be cruel about it. He was after all still a kit in Scar's eye. He had taken him in not out of pure spite hate or malice, but more on a sympathetic tone of trying to help him. As well, when he turned back to look at Shadow again he couldn't help but think of what he had lost. His pelt the same pitch black as his former loves, his gruff attitude similar to hers, it was as if the son he had never had come to life. He kept Shadow by him for a reason deep within his heart, the feeling he had longed for, but forgot, the feeling to be a father. The idea was lost in his mind only hiding within the back confines of his thoughts lost to the world. Scars paws padded on in silence as the canyon walls grew tall enough for the small crags to become caves, they had reached the edge of the heart of Rogue canyon. A small cave just by there side large enough for both. but only wide enough for one to slip through at a time. "Will sleep here for tonight, you go on in first." He mewed in a tired tone, his body may have started to weary from the enclosing night, but his mind was sharp enough still to make sure Shadow couldn't sneak off in the night, with him sleeping near the entrance he wouldn't be able to leave without waking him.

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow huffed but rose to his paws, the look on his face was odvios and even his tail lashed with every few paw steps he took. He was angry. Not at Scar or the rouge they had met before. No, he was mad at his so-called father and his blood stained life. Did he ever deserve such a mess? A life so twisted and complexied that even a full grown cat wouldn't understand.
Shadow's thoughts rushed around in his head, too many left unanswered and few left to ponder over. The kit's yellow eyes fell on the golden tom that was padding in front of him, noting the movements of Scar's each step and slowly let his tail until it was at least two inches from the ground.

Why is this tom so caring? Is this really a joke? Or some simply trick? Shadow thought, his muzzle somewhat in a small scowl and let out a small sigh that almost sounded like a hiss.
As they neared a cave thought, Shadow's thoughts soon focused on hunting but subbornly ignored it when Scar told him to go first. The black kit huffed lightly and padded into the cave.
It was at least big enough to support the two of them and was deep enough to leave a dark shadow near the end of the den. Without a word, Shadow calmly padded to the dark spot and with his right paw, unsheathed his claws and made a mark on a small rock he had found.
Then sheathing his paw, turned and sat down so he faced Scar with his tail wrapped around his front paws. Shadow'name fit him well, blending in with the shadows until only his eyes were seen and his grin would shine abit. Flicking his ears back, Shadow simply frowned again and half closed his eyes. "Now what.." He spoke, calm but with a hint of boredom.

[ϟilverClaw]

Scar curled up next to the entrance his bulk blocking most of the way out with his body looking back at Scar. "For know we rest tomorrow, though we begin training. You will wake up to find fresh kill ready for you. This will be the only time I give you your meal. You will listen to me when I call to you, I will give you everything you need to survive out here and more. For now we sleep in what ever bedding we can find until we find a more suitable place to stay." Scar curled up more on the cold hard floor finding the most comfortable position he could find. His eyes closed his ears alert he started on his path to sleep. "I suggest you get some rest, while you can will be moving around all day tomorrow as we start our search."

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow's eyes seemed to dim for a moment, dreading the fact that he had to listen to tom and wanted to shut him out completely. It wasn't his nature to listen or even follow someone who was older then him, or younger for the matter. He could hunt better then any kit that was he age, even think for himself. But yet...here he is, stuck with an overgrown tom that was once a clan cat. Getting quite bored of this, Shadow grunted and turned his back to Scar. It was hard to admit, that he was indeed alone and in pain. But as he curled up on the cold ground, he could never bring himself to have even a hint of kindness to anyone and to show anything that he considered weak. Sighing to himself, the young kit slowly folded his ears back and closed his eyes. Once again entering a dream that could become his nightmare.