boredom. [open

[windy]

Paintedsky paced. She did this when she was bored. Well, she couldn't help it. She needed someone to talk to. And maybe spare, after she soon murder Banestar, and was leader. No. She couldn't think about that. It was a sin. Hmm. Paintedsky let her tell brush the ground stirring up the lose pieces of dirt on the ground, like smoke. Tan smoke.[unfinished but you may reply ;3 ]

[raid]

<sup>Last time you said I quit you lied
It was so hard to show a false emotion
That's when I slowly stopped to care

Older than Banestar. Close to Banestar. More experienced than Banestar. But all in all just like her. The tom had grown close to the she-cat leader that he had followed. She was one that he could trust, one that he could share his piece of mind with. Not that his opinions mattered or even came close to mattering. She would do as she pleased would she not? Piercing blue eyes darted back and forth from one tree to another, quickly making his way into the camp that he had always belonged to. He had been to see the lake. The ever lurking body of water was making it's presence known. The clouds haunted the sky, hanging above and daring to send down it's army of droplets. The crack of thunder rang in his ears but it did not disturb him. There was peace within his mind. For the taunting thought of rain tickled at his chin but was nothing he couldn't push away. It would not deter him from finding something to do. Finding Banestar perhaps, or another she-cat. It wouldn't hurt him to find one of those.

Inside my head laughing
Inside of your head you're sick
Inside of your head as perceived
Inside of your head you're sick

And then there she was. Presented to him almost in a fashion of prey to the hunter. His sleek muscular body stopped the vivid dance is was portraying. The brush no longer touching the canvas or painting a delicate image. The brush strokes of this artist were not delicate either. They were harsh, quick, Rigid but yet planned. His brain was quick, keen. Ready to attack at the weakest spot found. Or the strongest should it be presented. There was no way to hold him back, his stubbornness perceived through all eyes. He'd break down the wall built in front of him, manipulating his way to the very place he needed to be. But ah who was this she-cat. A name was all that he need be graced with. Paintedsky. She was part of this clan. Of course she was, she was part of his clan. Although his clan was not his clan, for it was Banestar's. But perhaps Reapingdusk would get his paws on it soon enough?

I shut my eyes and stopped to care
Your past, your conscience, won't be in vein
Your pain, your suffering, as your body starts to die
You'll remember every little thing away
I watched you suffocate
I watched you suffocate and die
Die

Movements pulled him closer. It wouldn't be long before he could lash out, before he could find himself closer to another within his clan. Gap closed. Times up. She was his for the taking. Though it was never as easy as he wanted it to be, some always found a way to fight back. To resist what he had pushed into their paw. "Paintedsky."

Won't you save me
Inside your head
You forget what's happening
Your God, your creation dies as I shut my eyes
Inside your head
You forget what's happening</sup>