daring the enemy [open]

[` `shadsywadsy.]

` ` s h a d e d f e a t h e r

AND HONESTLY I HAVE BEEN BEGGING FOR ANSWERS that - you- and - only - you - can - give - to - me MY VOICE CRYING LOUD ive - been - crying - for - days - now AND AS I START TO RUN i stop - to - breathe

The sky was blue. Not just a simple blue, a deep, saddening blue. It was not bright and cheery, more like a calm before the storm. The wind did not blow, and if it did it was a whisper. The only clouds that were in sight were the ominous storm clouds looming over rogue territory and heading straight for the clans. The setting sun illuminated them, making a terrifyingly beautiful scene. Most clan cats were hiding in their various camps, and most prey had scurried its way into its burrows. The moors seemed lifeless at these times, and that was best time to be out. At least, it was to her.

A gray she-cat made her way across the moors. She enjoyed the feeling of being alone, it intensified all of her emotions. Her long and strong legs stretched across the still grass, making it bow before her body. Her brown eyes were alert and searching the plains for any sign of life. She only wanted to know so she could avoid it. She wasn't the most sociable she-cat, but she certainly would not turn anyone away if they desired her company.

Thunder cracked in the distance and the sound rolled toward her ears. Her head snapped toward the sound and it was as if she had just suddenly realized the storm's coming arrival. She would not make it back to camp, even if she ran. She decides to steer close to the border so she could dash to a tree if she needed shelter. It's always better to ask for forgiveness than permission in the situations. And certainly, no one would turn away such an innocent she-cat. Certainly they would have remorse for a cat caught in a storm. The again, she did always have this habit of thinking of the best of cats. She was normally always wrong. Perhaps this would be different though.

She was closest to the Shadowclan border, and so she sprinted for their tree line. The wind was getting stronger when she reached the border. Their scent was strong and over powering. She tried not to make her presence too noticeable, but she wasn't going to great lengths to keep it hidden. There were some trees on her side of the border, but one just a couple feet on the other side had a nice unoccupied borrow hole that would protect her from the wind and rain. So she crossed the border fearlessly and curled up in the hole at the base of the massive pine tree. Surely any passing cat would understand.

[muse] good.
[music] imagine dragons
[word count] too lazy to find out
[comments] dont be too rough on her(:

[~Nighthunter~]

Blackjaw - Bound to be gentle, if its anything but...~

Tense energy drifted off of him in waves as he roamed the edge of there territory. He could feel its pull, the static in the air, the suffocating less oxygen rich wind, a storm was brewing and a good one by the looks of the clouds moving in. Blackjaw was no friend to storms, not that he was afraid of them, or would ever admit to it, but he hated them with a passion. If a warrior were ever to admit to something as trivial as being afraid of a little flashing light, then this shadowclan warrior would have run around proclaiming it since his birth. It was something that he was not proud of to say the least, his fear of the natural order of things like the weather. It was downright embarrassing, and he was sure that if he stayed in camp during such things, that the others would clearly be able to detect his fear.

As it was he was moving rather quickly, his toes barely lingering on the ground for long, his breathing rushed and scared. His fur was puffed out, and his tail spiky and curled around his leg. His black and white body was shivering violently in fear, and his pupils were dilated. Normally, he would have left and went straight to a hiding place, as it was this time he had not seen the storms approach and had been on a patrol near Windclan's border. He cursed his luck, he didn't wish to be near there, and wanted to claw his deputy's ears clean off for giving him the duty.

Scenting the air in his mad dash to skim the borders, he caught a scent that was neither anticipated nor invited. Windclan was on there territory now, of all times, and he was pissed. He was hoping he could simply sprint through the duty and return closer to the camp, but no those irritating prairie runners had to mess things up. Well he would certainly look fearsome in this state, and as he thought about it lightening started lighting up the sky, and rain began plummeting to the ground. Scenting the air again, he followed the trail to a burrow, and wondered why anyone would trespass and linger there and not somewhere else for an invasion. Standing at the entrance and looking down, a streak of lightening ripped through the sky, and made him jump, before he could get a good look at the intruder, his eyes wider still from getting scared. Trying to calm down and failing miserably, he looked at the she cat before him and spoke." Why are you here, its not allowed!" Another roar from the storm, and he slipped sliding into the burrow a little. If one payed attention they might smell his fear and see it on his features, not noticing the way he bared his teeth, nor unsheathed his claws.
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[` `shadsywadsy.]

And I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm

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The wind and rain got stronger and the she-cat was unable to hear the tom. Most of the time she was quite keen on such things, being able to keep aware of her surroundings. But this time that was not the case. The rather naive and sheltered she-cat was lulled by the storms ferocious attacks on the earth. She let her guard down, allowing her eyes to close in the dry inside of the tree. She thought of anything but being on Shadowclan territory - of butterflies and sunshine even. She remembered the scent of lilac flowers and the refreshing air that came after storms.

So when the tom yelled, wondering what she was doing, she jolted awake. Panic spread through her for a split second before thunder cracked and she remembered where she was and why she was there. At the sound of the thunder the wet tom shoved his way into her hiding place. She made what room there was for him, but it was not a very spacious tree. Her big brown eyes looked up at the cat who reeked of Shadowclan. She looked like an innocent kitten, harmless as a fly. Her slick gray coat was slightly damp now that he had intruded in, but she was far from upset. Shaded could not get mad, oh no, not at all. He was just looking for a place out of the rain like she.

Except, he was on his own territory.

Well you see mister, I saw the storm coming, and there wasn't a place to get shelter on my side of the territory. I was out by myself just wondering. I promise to leave as soon as the storm passes mister. I'm terribly sorry. Her voice was soft and lofty, high pitched like a kits would be. She did not know this toms name, but that did not matter. She figured he was a good, honorable tom, who would do her no harm. Even if he was Shadowclan. She trusted him without knowing him, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

The she-cat was oblivious to anything the tom was. Why would she look or notice anything if she trusted him? A smile lit her face, attempting to play into his emotions that everyone had. Some had more than others, but everyone had emotions. She just would rather not have to explain to Loinmask why a shadow lanner escorted her home after a storm.

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[~Nighthunter~]

Blackjaw - Bound to be gentle, if its anything but...~

Indulging in the sway of the earth underneath his toes was not what he had in mind upon looking at the she cat. This night was a total and utter terror, and he cursed himself for ever straying as far as he had. It would have been so much easier if he hadn't found her, he would be alone, he wouldn't have to worry about clan business, and he could cower all to himself. Now he felt the need to build up a wall of trying to prevent her from seeing his fear. He was the noble tom, gifted with the brute strength of his father and the swift and gentle guile of his mother, he shouldn't be shattered so easily from a little light and noise, it was demeaning, and embarrassing no matter which way he tried to reconcile it.

The ground seemed to have a mind of its own, and he suppressed a hiss upon coming into contact with the shadowed grey she cat before him. His black claws dug in for a different purchase, but to no avail, he found himself stuck sitting next to and practically bathing in the detestable scent of the Windclanner. Blackjaw could only imagine the harsh words he would get if one of his clan noticed the scent of her clinging to him when he returned. It was bad enough he had to sit near her, let alone have to explain himself later. Why is she even out here anyway?...

Well on that note he needed to correct himself, her scent was nice, the scent of her clan stank. Looking at her more closely, he couldn't help but think of different things to say to her to make her pay attention to him. Is that thunder I hear or your heart calling out to me?...or, Admit it you got stuck here on purpose. Not that she would have much choice or difficulty knowing he was there, after all they were right next to each other, in that cramped little space. Mentally shaking his head, he was well aware that she was not of there clan and probably not interested in him at all anyway. Besides she was a Windclanner, and probably devoid of taste, and wouldn't know what charm was, coming from those rabbit chasers. No it would be a waste of his time... still he had to admit she had pretty eyes. His pickup lines could use some work though, as he even admitted they sounded weak in his head. Still he wasn't actually going to say them to her, so no harm in it.

It didn't slip his mind that she were trespassing, and protocol dictated that he had to basically do two things. One he needed to inform Gravesky of this event as per the code and his loyalty to his clan and its borders. Two he had to escort her back, but that was the difficult part, because he didn't fancy strolling into Windclan all on his own. He couldn't imagine that Lionmask would meet him with open paws extended. Trusting them to let him leave once he returned her was out of the question as well. In fact he knew very well that it was suicide to lead her there and not to report this. Still she hadn't even moved since he had gotten there, now that was odd. Even odder still was her tiny curt voice urging him to forget her passage on the land and to simply let her go back home because she was only seeking shelter from the storm.

Blackjaw had to give her that one there, he wouldn't have stayed out in the storm much longer by choice either, it was a nasty bugger. As if to emphasize his point another rumble shook the sky, making his heart race slightly until its echo faded. She was dangerous, she was a warrior after all, she had to be trained, she knew how to observe and could be a spy. All of this was in his head reminding him that he needed to cart her back across the border and watch her return to her clan. However her smile caught him off guard, and he felt himself sinking into her comforting display of warmth. It was nothing he really thought over, he simply reacted, sinking down to sit on his paws more comfortably and taking some of the anger out of his expression, which was in reality more from his fear then anything. Curiously he looked at her, and grinned a little, they were stuck in the weather and he couldn't do anything about that until after the storm ended. "What's your name? You have nothing to fear while this is raging on." He was blunt like he usually was, he didn't have anything planned now, but he wasn't sure what he would don once it was all over with.


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[` `shadsywadsy.]

And I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm

If she was a laughing cat, she would have. As she looked at the tom, his fear was tangible. He was scared of storms, she could see it now. The wild look in his eyes, his erratic breathing pattern. Of course, she was not. She didn't necessarily enjoy getting wet, but she was not frightened by a sound that caused the earth to shake. It was a sound, the only thing to be scared of was your ears hurting. And that didn't happen often at all. It was rarer than her being skeptical. The smile stayed on her face, her eyes not betraying that she knew his little secret. He was probably hoping she wouldn't find out, or wouldn't notice, and she did not wish to embarrass him. He was a nice tom after all. Even if he was a Shadowclanner. He deserved her respect, and her kindness. She was, after all, still on his territory.

When he mentioned that she had nothing to worry about, she stopped listening. She knew he said something else on top of asking for her name, but she was too relieved to listen. She didn't let it show, cleverly hiding her emotions. In fact, it probably looked like she could care less about it, but in fact she couldn't care more. Lionmask was not exactly on good terms with her, mostly because she was never in camp. And she never hunted for the clan. She was sure if he found out where she had been he would have cleaning the elders and their den for moon upon moon upon moon. She wanted to jump up and down with joy, but her serious demeanor on life prevented her. She wasn't exactly a she-cat you would go to if you wanted to have fun. She didn't even know what fun felt like.

Oh, I beg your pardon! Forgive me for not introducing myself to ya. I would be Miss Shadedfeather, but you may call me Shadey if you wish, mister. Her smile faded slightly, becoming less ear to ear grin and more just there to keep the atmosphere friendly. She peaked her head outside, looked about, and then looked back to him. Well this is quite the nasty storm, ain't it? Looks like we might even have to be spendin' the night in here if you ask me. So we might as well be friendly mister.... Her sweet, southern belle accent tapered off as she tried to recall if her ever gave her his name. Her eyes looked past him, and into the past, trying to remember. Upon realizing he hadn't, she snapped her earthy gaze back to him. Why you never gave me your name mister! Now what kind of manners are they teachin' ya'll Shadowclanners over there. Its alrighty, mister, I forgive ya. As long as you tell me what to call ya now. She gently flicked his side with her tail at her friendly, kind of insult, hoping he would not take offense to it. After all, who could be offended by her naive spirit?

S H A D E D F E A T H E R

note: sorry its short, I'm still trying to settle into her character(: