Bitter confrontation ;; open

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS: 395 || TAGGED: OPEN It'd been nearly two seasons since she'd up and left ShadowClan, it'd been after she'd killed her own family without an ounce of remorse or a second of hesitation. Her plan had been rather simple and who would have suspected her when push came to shove? Why did everybody else have to be such an idiot? It aggravated her to no end. Quietly, she walked right upon the borderline, her movements fluid and filled with a sense of purpose, despite the fact she really had nothing better to do. She wanted a challenge, that's all. Perhaps, it was too much to ask for...oh well. She shook the thoughts from her mind with a lazy roll of her shoulders and casually tipped her head to the side. Maybe it was just the wind. She didn't care either way. Truth be told, she looked forward to sinking her claws into somebody. She continued on her way, still quiet as ever. "You have two choices: show yourself or get your throat ripped out." She only gave one warning and some were lucky to even get that. She eased down into a sitting position, seeming to not have a care in the world. For now, she still wore the scent of a ShadowClan cat, though because of time and the intermingling combined scents of BloodClan and ThunderClan, it was barely detectable. For that, she was grateful. She wanted nothing to tie her to her old clan, it was bad enough she'd jumped from one frying pain and into another. Oh well, at least the job was something she enjoyed. "One..." She began counting in a tone that could only be described as threatening. She almost wished that whoever it was didn't show themselves. In that moment, tearing into some idiot kitty sounded rather appealing to her. Her claws extended slowly, though she made no actual movement just yet. "Two..." She crooned, the single number rolling off her tongue with her infamous lilt. Really, if one thought about it, she had no right to be there, as she was neither ShadowClan or ThunderClan but oh well, she supposed those were just the perks of the alliance between ThunderClan and BloodClan. She damned sure wasn't about to be caught dead in a rat-infested barn or a twoleg place, she had some warrior pride left in her, granted she'd all but abandoned her old lifestyle. these dry bones cry for you

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He did not want to be here. The putrid scent of monsters and Thunderpath was overwhelming, the way the ground shook whenever one thundered down the gray rock made the older cat dive back into what bushes managed to grow here on the Shadowclan side. But the clan came first over his comfort...sometimes Runningnose thought he was the only cat left in the clan who cared.

"Thyme, thyme, need to find thyme." He murmured to himself hurriedly, just as quickly slinking around and sniffing at the near-by growth to try and find the distinct scent of the valuable plant. Ever since Brokenstar set out to steal kits from other clans and train them early - while they still had their fluff! -, the medicine cat's herb stores were running low and Talonpaw Starclan help that tom[/s] was as stubborn as a badger when he came to listening to him. Always arguing, always trying to do things differently than how his mentor told him to. But...that cat was good at heart, choosing to use his heart and words over claws.

Shaking his head, the gray and white tom dispelled his thoughts and set out to finding the herb once more. With all the young cats rolling in with wounds, he needed it to treat their shock...the shock of seeing battle and death too early. Queens needed it as well, they couldn't bear to see their little ones come back with scars and torn ears.

"You have two choices: show yourself or get your throat ripped out."

The voice came so suddenly, Runningnose's pelt bristled and claws unsheathed involuntarily from the fright of having a cat sneak up on him. The next second, he was in the shadows. But not for long. It seemed he hadn't escaped the notice of the cat and she was calling out a count that could only mean his undoing. Oh Starclan, let this not be the end of me.

At the second count, the small tom stepped out into full view while remaining on Shadowclan territory, noticing that the voice and she-cat it came from was on the Thunderclan edge. Sniffing indignantly, Runningnose sheathed his claws and calmed his fur to appear less of a threat. After all, he was a medicine cat, not a warrior, and he had the lack of battle skills to prove that.
"What right do you have threatening from one territory to a cat on another?" He called out across the Thunderpath, ears swiveling to catch the sounds a monster if it approached. But once he looked closely at the she-cat, his gray eyes widened in disbelief. "Darksong, what are doing here?" the tom could hardly get the words out, suspicion and unease prickling his pelt. Moons before, the previous Shadowclan left, claiming that her loss of family was too much...then what was she doing with Thunderclan?

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS: 573 || TAGGED: OPEN The familiar voice sent chills down her spine, stupid snotnose. "Muscles ache, decided to take a breather near the Thunderpath; it's warmer." She lied smoothly, rolling her shoulders in what appeared to be a limp shrug before easing down onto her stomach in a fashion that her paws rested on the very edge of the smelly surface. "I apologize for earlier, a lone she-cat can't be too careful." Another smooth lie fell past her ebony lips as she peered at the medicine cat. Her claws had already sheathed themselves and even though there probably wasn't anybody around, she didn't think killing the medicine cat would reap the usual feeling of satisfaction, perhaps because he wasn't trained to fight. Either way, he could count his lucky stars. Eventually, others would begin to discover her affiliation with BloodClan, that was probably inevitable, as was the fact she'd slaughtered her own family. For now, she'd just take things as they came. Really, it was her only option. "Have things been going well in the clan?" She mewed innocently, feinting what seemed to be a genuine interest. "Atmosphere certainly feels different, no matter which part of the forest we're in." She commented as an afterthought, adding a touch of concern to her words. She began to think about Scourge and the way his scheming seemed rather akin to her own. She had tried not to intentionally impress him then had stopped caring about his opinion of her altogether. There had been a point in her time with BloodClan where she'd allowed somebody else to have complete control of the situation. For once in her two and a half moons, she didn't mind being one of the foot soldiers, so to speak. She wanted to keep the illusion of innocence for as long as she could manage. About the only ones that knew of her past deeds were those in StarClan and those in BloodClan. If she could help it at all, it would stay that way. She came slowly out of her reverie, focusing her attention upon the medicine cat. Her yellow eyes were unblinking, which she had found to be a disconcerting thing for some. "Would you like some help? With everything that's been going on, I'm surprised they didn't send you with an escort." She mewed, standing slowly as she shook her ebony pelt free of the dirt and debris she'd picked up while lying down. "I'd understand completely if you didn't trust me, by the way." Her tone was mostly teasing with trace amounts of underlying seriousness. She didn't mind helping, not as long as there was something to gain. She certainly wasn't foolish enough to traipse into the territory of her birth clan and start attacking. She was sorely outnumbered, unfortunately, otherwise she would have done something before she'd left. She felt at home with BloodClan and the chaos they provided so she sincerely doubted she'd even consider trying to return to her old clan. Besides, once they found out about her actions, it would either end in an exile or her execution, neither of which she was particularly fond of. "I do hope you haven't missed me too much." She mewed in conclusion, her tone still retaining its teasing quality. these dry bones cry for you

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He barely noticeably narrowed his eyes at the black she-cat's explanation for being out near such a dangerous place on the side of such dangerous land. Though her voice was soothing and could be a comfort, Runningnose found her unblinking eyes had the opposite effect and he shifted under her yellow gaze. Though he wasn't really wishing to be involved with the cat, he couldn't just leave her and possibly make an enemy. He knew very well what she was capable of, every cat knew. He wasn't the feather-brained fool others mistook him for. "It's quite alright, Darksong. You startled me that's all, no harm done." He nodded with half-hearted smile, taking a few steps back from the Thunderpath and forcing himself to sit down, wrapping his gray tail around his white paws to try and appear more settled than he actually felt.

Having Darksong ask of the goings-on in in the clan made his stomach churn to the point he tasted bile rising in his throat and swallowed hard. Any trace of a smile was gone now, down-turned in a grim frown. "Things could be better, honestly." he sighed with a wagging of his head, gray eyes downcast. "It could better in all the clans. There is so much unrest and the alliances are shaken. It's only a matter of time before everything breaks..." Runningnose trailed off, not finishing his thoughts. Though everyone was very likely thinking the same thing, he was uncomfortable to admit that he as well believed a war was on the horizon.
There was a long moment of silence, uncomfortable silence the older cat expected to be broken by the rumbling of a monster that never came. He was eager to get out of this situation but Darksong was being as pleasant as she could be and now was offering her assistance. Runningnose lifted and tipped his head, blinking in surprise at her readiness to help.

"Well...ahh...Brokenstar can't seem to spare any warriors for his medicine cat." the gray and white cat started bitterly with a far-off look in his eyes, thinking of the 'warriors' made of kitten fluff and tiny claws. Starclan help those kits. Shaking out of his distracted mind, the medicine cat smiled softly at the dark she-cat and nodded his head, standing up as she did. "All Shadowclan misses and desperately needs warriors like you. Come on, if you really want to help. It's better to be on your old clan's land than a rivals. Safer, you know?" he motion with his tail, turning towards the inner areas of the Thunderpath area, keeping his eyes on Darksong because no matter how musical she sounded, he was still feeling uneasy.