Turning it over in my head...(Open)

[kreenteth]

Nightplague opened her eyes, a never-lost habit that merely served to signal that she was awake. Her dark world came to life as sounds and smells came over her, reminding her that she had duties to preform. She yawned and quickly snapped her mouth shut. Morning breath.

With a groan and some stretching she rose.

Flicking her ears to take tally of how much she tossed and turned that night she turned herself around and stepped lightly over the cats in her path.

As she emerged, she felt the warmth of the sun upon her fur and the slight buzz that was clan conversations solidified, giving her something to listen to as she scented her way to the fresh-kill pile.

Arriving, she noted the lessened scent and determined that she could go without until the patrol came back. She listened and found a null spot. She stubbournly walked over and sat back where she could listen to clan activities.

Elders argued about whether it would rain to day, comparing the aches in their bones and leg stiffness. Warriors discussed training and prey while apprentices pretended to be seriously discussing the same or comparing training tecniques as they pretended to fight with each other.

Nightplague shook her head. She felt so useless. Not that she would tell anyone.

She was the moody, calculating type. She had no room for feelings. Excepting rage and annoyance of course.

With an inaudible sigh she resumed her dark, silent watching of her clan.

[lily ♫]

orioleflash**
like i'm the only girl in the world

Her stomach rumbled, hungry for a simple bite to eat. It was then, of course, that the hunting patrol just had to go out to replenish the stores. Hissing in frustration, the calico she-cat drummed her paws against the ground in a short, calculated pattern. Cursing her clanmates under her breath, she recoiled as her stomach roared angrily at her. 'Feed me, Orioleflash!' It seemed to screech, but the irritable she-cat could only scowl and be angry with the world and fate. Conversation flowed swiftly all through camp as those wonderful ZephyrClan cats that she lived alongside grew accustomed to the fresh, spring breezes. "How drab!" She uttered, bright, golden eyes flashing like simple strands of saffron.

When her gaze landed on that of another she-cat, she felt herself drawn to her, as this other she-cat bore a look of dark and dusky moodiness, and Orioleflash quickly recalled the she-cat's name. Nightplague. With a short huff of the air, the warrior swiftly approached the other. "And how are you, Miss Nightplague?" Orioleflash inqueried, her tone monotonous and bored with life at that current moment. "I do hope you're well." She continued, flicking her tail impatiently at her new, momentary companion. Her tone was laced with sarcasm, brought on by her hunger for freshkill, but there was a bit of pleasantness trying to escape from within her.

ooc: short, sorry. -shrug-

[kreenteth]

Nightplague
There are answers we will never have and questions we will never ask.Nightplague flicked her ears irritably at the she-cat who approached her.
I know I can be rude, but I would appreciate the title staying mine. She recognized the voice though. Orioleflash. The only one who could compete with Nightplague as "most-avoided".
Nightplague tilted her head to indicate she was listening but she didn't fully face Orioleflash. What was the point? It's not as if she would have been able to see and useful input. She could tell through smell and sound that Orioleflash was just as hungry as she was, and that chances leaned in favor of her being more annoying than usual as an outcome.
With an inward sigh she flicked her tail non-committedly, implying good well-being but no real desire to converse.
She doubted the she-cat would pay much heed to Nightplague's wishes, but you never really knew for sure.

ooc; no problem, mine too *facepalm*

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thread is dead~ (: