on the verge of [destruction] [cloudy only]

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Silentwrath stalked out of the warriors den, his tail held high. Why was he sleeping in the warriors den? They might as well just dump him in the elders den, or just throw him out in the cold altogether. His fur bristled as he walked through camp, his glare was deadly. He hadn't gotten a minute of sleep last night. In this world he had nothing, and no cat would give him a chance as he was a mute. Every time a cat said that word his fur would bristle, he would only just stop himself from jumping on them and ripping them to shreds. He sat down his tail flicking back and forward to show he was angry. Cats swerved away from him as he gave them one of his looks, challenging them to come near. It wasn't as if they could talk to him or have a conversation with him. He would never be anything more than a silent lurker sitting in camp, no more use than that. All his anger made him a good fighter and hunter, they were the only chances he got to take his anger out on things.

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Lost in her thoughts in a dark corner of the camp, Whitedeath's eyes were closed. She didn't notice anything until her sharp ears picked up the sound of barely audible muttering. Even though she couldn't make out what the words were, she would bet her next three meals that they were talking about Silentwrath. Sure enough, when she opened her eyes and looked up, she saw him in the centre of camp. A pang of pity stabbed her at the sight of his angry eyes. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be an outcast like him. And then her pity morphed to rage when she realised how cruelly he was being treated. He was still a cat, whether he could speak or not, and he deserved to be accepted.

Lifting her head she tried to catch his eye. Raising herself to her paws, Whitedeath then padded over to Silentwrath and coughed quietly to alert him of her presence. She meowed a little tentatively, "Would you like to come hunting, Silentwrath?" Almost as soon as the words had left her mouth she scolded herself mentally. What if he took this as an attempt to mock him? Whitedeath hoped he wouldn't. For once in her life, she wanted to help another cat.

[MiNTY♥]

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[cloudy]

Whitedeath forced herself to hold back the snarl that was rising in her throat. If that cat chose to ignore her, then fine. She didn't have to be friendly to anyone if she didn't want to. But she didn't like being ignored in front of others. That annoyed her. To try and calm herself, she would go hunting alone. Slipping out of camp, she started to follow a prey scent, but it mingled with Silentwrath's and she couldn't concentrate. Lashing her tail she began to pad in the opposite direction, determined to be alone.

[MiNTY♥]

[/i] He let out a low growl and stepped back to look at his handy work on the tree. He shrugged and padded away from the tree, he followed where his paws were taking him, but he didn't know where they were going, then he realized. He stopped on the border, forbidding his paws to go any further. He had nothing here. So what was keeping him here? If he left he could be happy without being mocked all the time and laughed at, yet he didn't want to leave now his paws were on the border, for reasons unknown. He had nothing in the clan, and he had nothing outside of the clan, no cat would care where he went either way. He lashed his tail while staring absently down at hir paws.[/color][/size][/ul]

[cloudy]

Whitedeath still felt angry. To think that she had felt pity for that tom! He was just grumpy and anti-social - just because he couldn't talk didn't mean he had to be so unfriendly. A simple shake or nod of his head would have been enough. He could show a little happiness sometimes, be more optimistic, but that wasn't in every cat's nature. Sighing, Whitedeath pushed away all her emotions. She couldn't let herself get so stressed about another cat's problems. After all, she wasn't the friendliest cat in the Clan herself. At least she gave others a chance though.

Padding off into the shadows, the white she-cat slunk past thorn bushes and tree stumps, following the scent trail of a rabbit. Even though her pelt colour stood out against the subtle, dappled greens and earthy browns of the forest, it could be masked surprisingly well by shadows, looking like a dark smudge on a leafy background. With enough cover, Whitedeath wouldn't need to worry about being seen at all. Unless she lost her concentration and was careless enough to show herself to the prey. But she made herself focus on thoughts of hunting and nothing else.

However, she almost walked straight into the rabbit, she was so busy focusing on these thoughts. Eyes flashing with annoyance, Whitedeath took cover underneath a particularly thorny bush, She could feel the spikes tugging at her pelt like a million little claws. Falling into the familiar hunter's crouch position, Whitedeath tracked every movement the rabbit made with her turquoise orbs. She waited for what seemed like a moon before tensing her muscles, and darting out from beneath the bush.

Or, she tried to dart out. As she was slipping forward, the thorns caught on her pelt and ripped through her snowy fur. This slowed her down, and she instinctively screeched in anger at the pain. This startled the rabbit, which bolted before she could get her claws anywhere near it. Hissing in frustration, Whitedeath finally tore herself free from the bush and stumbled into the spot where the rabbit had been. Things were definitely not going her way today. Muttering various curses under her breath, Whitedeath began pulling the thorns out of her pelt with her teeth, spitting them angrily onto the ground afterwards. Whe she couldn't feel or see any more embedded in her, she began to slink slowly back towards camp, praying that no-one would ask her what had happend. They probably would though, as blood was starting to ooze out some of the bigger scratches on her flanks. Great. She would have to go and see the medicine cat now.