all that's to come [Scarredheart]

[MiNTY♥]

All you feel
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
Beg, borrow or steal.
All you destroy
All that you do
And everyone you fight
All that is now
All that is gone
All thats to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon omen.
taken from pink floyd - eclipse.

The sun caught a black she-cat's pelt, making it shine, and showing just how silky it really was. She stretched out her limbs, loosening her sore joints under the warm heat of the sun beating down on her. She drew her tongue over the small white patch on her chest, before heading into the trees to catch some prey. The corners of her maw turned up in a smirk, everything was eclipsed by the omen. Her omen, often of danger and hate. Blessed be anyone who failed to feel her wrath, who somehow padded wearily round it. Breaking into a run her pelt was shadowed by the tall pine trees, and she blended in almost perfectly. She was almost nothing more than a shadow in a forest that was well, full of shadows. Her luminous green eyes and the small white patch upon her chest, were the only things that showed. It didn't take long for her to catch a plump mouse and eat it quickly. Who cared about hunting for everyone else? Every man for himself it was. In this case, woman. Her ears twitched in alarm as she heard something. She stood and glided forward into a pouncing position. "Who is there?" The fearless she-cat snarled.

[coyote]

A dark gray tabby tread silently over the thick coating of brown pine needles blanketing the forest floor, his tail low and his face downcast. Only the rare fleck of sunlight graced his dark gray body...rays of light as rare and fleeting as whatever hope and happiness that remained within his heart. His pale green eyes burned with a sorrow unmatched by cats who had lived through twice as many seasons, and the sorrow bored deep into his gaze, down and down in a bottomless pit of despair. One would think, and perhaps rightly so, that such a cat had lost everything he had once lived for. Yet one would never dare to say so.

Days such as this one were becoming increasingly common for the heavily scarred tom. There were days when he was happy, and there were days when he was ready to help or give advice to whatever cat may cross his path. But on lovely days like this, when a gentle breeze blew and the forest was quiet, his flashbacks returned, and he sank into his depression...a depression that could end in broken-hearted sorrow or unstoppable rage.

"Who is there?" The snarled words broke through his dark reverie, and the tom brought his weary meandering to a halt. His pale green eyes scanned the forest around him, until he caught sight of a black she-cat crouched, ready to attack. But the tom was no cat to become alarmed at any such thing, and his cool eyes gazed silently and sorrowfully at the she-cat. He sniffed the air--she was certainly no Clan cat, but she did not have the unhealthy, unkempt smell of a common rogue. Whatever the case, her muscles were tensed and as well-trained as the toughest of Clan cats', and he wondered, Perhaps she will kill me. Perhaps that is what needs to happen. Death often seemed to be the easiest way out of his sorrow, but he knew, in the depth of his mind, that his training and instincts would never allow him to let himself be killed. His death would come at the claws and fangs of a creature stronger than he. When this creature came, he would not ask for mercy as his last strength failed him, and he came to his last breath. He would thank them, and be gone. To StarClan? Perhaps not, although his upbringing in CelestialClan meant that he did believe they were there. But he would be free, free of his sorrows, and then...then he might be happy. Perhaps this cat would be the one to release him.

"Scarredheart," he said simply, regarding the she-cat calculatingly. Perhaps she was the one who would set him free...who would end his life for him. Perhaps.

[MiNTY♥]

The she-cat's eyes narrowed with suspicion, into no larger than slits in the middle of a turquoise green pool. Blinking a few times, it wore off and her pupils slowly widened. She pulled herself into a standing position, but her stance was still a little hostile. Two things told her that he was a tom. Firstly, the scent that he carried with him, it certainly wasn't a clan cat, he was just a loner, but she knew the scent of a tom when she scented it. Secondly, the deep tone of his meow, that really gave it away. "A little sensitive that name is it not?" She meowed. "Come forward Scarredheart, no use hiding in the shadow's after all, I like to see the face of the cat I am talking to." She added a little sharply. Before making and more judgments, she wanted to see what this tom looked like before she said anything else. She knew he was a tom, and he wasn't easily threatened, that was only two things though. She liked to read cats, take a good look at them. Of course his name was a little gloomy, but he didn't sound depressed, maybe had a rough past? So had she mind you, stupid idiotic Anubis god she would rip out his... enough. Her eyes settled on the shadow, she knew so far as 'Scarredheart'.

[coyote]

The hiss came again, and Scarredheart pricked his ears as he listened to her words. "Perhaps," he mewed, in reply to the comment concerning his name, "but it is the name I chose, nevertheless." And he had chosen it...but that was another story.

The large tomcat's eyes narrowed slightly at her last words, but his voice was tranquil as he replied, "I do not hide, stranger. But I am not a foolish youngster. I do not walk forward just because a cat asks me to walk. Tell me your own name, since I have told you mine. Then, perhaps, we will come face-to-face." Perhaps, he thought, this would anger her. Or perhaps she would comply to his request, and tell him her name. Either way, her reaction would help him know her character. If she did not speak her name well...perhaps she had something to hide. Or is just surly, he thought, a small bit of amusement prickling the unquenchable sorrow that still lingered in the back of his mind.

[MiNTY♥]

Firstly she held back one of her famous unimpressed snorts, then a growl that she felt rising in her throat. So he wasn't stupid, as he so kindly pointed out to her. She was even less stupid. Rather, foolish as he formally liked to put it. Personally she was more abrupt, and to the point. She smirked, seen as he couldn't hear, nor see this. Wiping her smirk off her face she prepared to speak. "Well my name is Eclipseomen, you may find yourself touched by a certain darkness, of what I have to offer." She purred. Slipping round the outskirts of the clearing, she could begin to see the outline of the tom's body. If she had been eating, she could have choked, but she hid her surprise easily. Was he as big as her brother? Bigger? Ha not quite. She had not seen a tom bigger than her brother, ever. He was possibly slightly taller than herself, but she was tall and sleek with powerful muscles that were easily hidden. His were clearly not hidden, she could see them in this very dim light. Mind you, he would probably be surprised by her height too.

[coyote]

"I have seen blacker darkness than I feel you could bring to me," Scarredheart replied at once, his ears pricking as sound of her pawsteps reached his ears. She was circling the clearing...maybe preparing to attack? He knew, from her voice, that she was no small she-cat. In fact, he was eager to see her. He was eager to judge her size and strength and find out for sure if she was the one...the one who would take his life and set him free. He shifted his position so that he was facing where he thought she was, setting his back left leg tenderly--an old badger bite had stopped hair from growing in a certain spot, and old scars forced him to favor this leg even now.

"Now I know your name, and you know mine. I feel you can see me, but I still cannot see you," he mewed quietly. "If you are an honorable cat, I ask you to step forward, so that we can see each other face-to-face. I, too, dislike speaking to a cat I cannot see." If she were not an honorable cat then, well, he would rather her attack and have done with it.

[MiNTY♥]

What was this tom all about? She wanted to know everything. Where he came from, why he had decided to come here, not that the forest was Delirium camp or anything, but it was getting close to it. She could be sneaky, she could be a tell tale. Everyone of Delirium's warriors were like that in one way or any other, they were all spies, in the end, it would be a miracle for anything to escape them. She could not help but roll her eyes. She had killed Ghoststar of Celestialclan, well, not all by herself, but it was an unfair battle considering the she-cat had many lives, and along with her brother, they had to take them all. Good times. Leaders should be more responsible and not sit out in their territory alone at night, they were still weak after the fight and Knife's mistake. They could only do smaller damage than normal.

Her claws teased the earth below, packed together by generations of paw steps, of whatever animal might cross here, or before the animal's came, the two legs. She believed them to be called humans, she had met many cats with different knowledge about them, which they often would share with her. She should probably have been training Immortalpaw right now, but he was a good apprentice, it wouldn't take him long to catch up. She didn't care what others thought of her anyway. She was the way she was. His cool responses annoyed her slightly, but she kept herself calm. Her maw parted to let out a chuckle. "But as long as the darkness welcomes me, then you will never see me." She taunted slightly. She stepped forward, but her pelt still blended in with the shadow's. Her eyes flicked upwards from the ground to look at him. It was almost as if they were, glowing.

[coyote]

Scarredheart waited in silence, his breaths coming slow and easy. She did not speak for awhile, and he wondered if, perhaps, she had simply slipped away, leaving him to talk to the shadows like an insane mousebrain. His mouth opened, and he began to speak....but then her voice drifted to him, as cool and nonchalant as his own and...slightly teasing. The fur along the back of his neck bristled slightly, and he took a breath to keep himself from hissing. Why was he starting to get annoyed? She was just some stranger trying to irritate him into making the first move. He wouldn't do it.

"Then stay in the shadows, if you wish," he mewed in reply, sitting down and curling his long tail around his forepaws. He stopped all attempts to keep himself facing where he thought she was standing, and instead followed her with his ears. "I have met dishonorable cats before." A flicker of something resembling light caught his eyes, and he shifted them to gaze into a pair of what appeared to be floating eyes. Even staring straight at her, he could not make out her silhouette from the shadows. I know one thing of her now, he thought. She is black...blacker than any cat has a right to be. He was no longer thinking about being killed--now he was simply intrigued. What had happened to this cat, to make her so wary? He had met other rogues before, but none so wary as this. "I have to wonder if there is a reason you won't show yourself to me, beyond just being...shy. Is this so?"

[MiNTY♥]

The she-cat chuckled. "Shy my arse." She hissed. She didn't care what the tom thought of this language. She had been brought up using it, it had been drummed into her head since kithood. The truth was, nobody knew where she and her brother came from, all they knew was that they were two of the deadliest cats around, and they didn't want to mess with them. "You couldn't see me in this dark forest, even if you had better sight than what those clan-brains assume are Starclan, the first part is correct, but they are just stars not dead cats, honestly." She meowed, complaining a little. Oops. She could easily get carried away with what she was saying. Ramble on a little bit. "You can join me in the light if you wish." She meowed. Turning she padded through the tightly packed undergrowth, and slipped under trees, until she could see the light at the end of the tunnel, or what appeared to be so. There in the daylight the black she-cat sat. She had no 'blue' highlights to her pelt like some other black cats did, nor any 'brown' highlights, she was just black, apart from the small white patch that say upon her chest. Of course it was practically tiny. There she sat down, and wrapped her tail around her paws. He could either come, or he couldn't.

[coyote]

Pale eyes watched the other set of eyes until she turned around. He could hear her pawsteps moving away, and he could not help but follow her. "I will join you," he mewed quietly, stepping forward without an attempt at keeping his pawsteps silent. Who was he hiding from, anyway? This cat, who was perhaps "the one" who would set him free from his misery, was the only one he needed to fear, and she already knew where he was. His senses were alert as he moved forward, for he had learned the hard way that no cat was to be trusted, and any cat could turn on another. He did not expect this from this "Eclipseomen", however strange that may seem, but he was too cautious to not be alert.

"Are you blessed with all knowledge, Eclipseomen?" he asked as he walked, for the comment about StarClan had stung him. Rogue or not, he still believed in the powerful Warrior Ancestors, and he also believed they were watching over rogues and loners who chose to believe in them. He did not like any cat, even other rogues, to speak against them. "Because as far as I am concerned, only a cat blessed with all knowledge could speak so confidently against StarClan. Otherwise, only a fool outright denies what could very well be truth."

He was approaching a patch of light, and as he stepped out into the clearing, he laid eyes on the she-cat he had been confronting the pas several minutes, and he could not help but blink in surprise. Yes, she was certainly the one who would set him free. Though she did not seem to be powerful, as her muscles were hidden beneath her pelt, he could tell from the look in her eyes and the way she held herself that this was not so. She was smaller than he, but only by a small bit, and that in no way meant she was less powerful. In fact, if Scarredheart had been through any less danger in his own life, he might have felt regret for his cool, nonchalant words. He might even have felt regret for following her at all. As it was, he was not a cat that could feel fear very easily. He simply no longer cared if he lived or died. And so, hiding his surprise and how impressed he was with her size behind a veil of cool, nonchalant eyes, he also sat down several rabbit-leaps away from her, curling his own tail around his forepaws.

[MiNTY♥]

"Lets just say I have met many, been brought up my knowledgable parents, and in turn robbed others of their knowledge, killed too." She meowed. "Of course my brother still lives too, he is more muscle, but he isn't stupid, but I tend to be the smarter one out of both of us." She added.

She turned to look across at him, the first thing that she noticed was his scars. Unlike most cats, she did not see scars and think it was a shame for the pelt of a once handsome cat was now runined. No. When she saw scars, she thought fighting, serious fighting. "You fight then?" She asked him. The scars looked promising, and she could tell a battle scar when she saw one.

To say the least she was quite impressed, even she didn't have that many scars, though, her black coat was rather dense and so it hid quite a few of them, only some were visible. "So how come you ended up crossing my path? Me, I live around here, with my gang." She meowed. She didn't add that they were blood thirsty killers, who knew, maybe she would.

It was a bit odd though, I mean she met a lot of cats like she said, and they all just turned up, but they had to come from somewhere, usually she could tell straight away where they came from, it was easy, normally. Apart from with this tom. Scarredheart was harder to make assumptions about that most she had met, which annoyed her a little. She had perviously found herself quite good at judging cats, now she was a little stumped.

Now she knew about him, she had to know everything she could about him, it wasn't allowed for there to be a cat near to her home, that she didn't know. She wanted to know all about him and where he came from and how he got those scars. Would Shard have to watch out for him? So far she wasn't showing any signs of hostility, in fact, she was beginning to relax, but only a little, she was still watching him.

[coyote]

"You say the word 'fight' as if it is something to be sought out...like hunting prey." Scarredheart murmured, watching her as closely as he could. She could see him appraising his scars, and he wondered what she thought of him. Was she so powerful that she did not worry about a cat his size? Was she quaking with fear? He laughed inwardly--no, there was no way she was afraid. Not this cat. She didn't seem to e one who feared anything...but in a diferent way than he. He feared nothing, not because he was brave, but because he no longer cared for his life. She seemed to fear nothing out of genuine courage or, at the very least, pride.

And then, the subject of pasts was broached. If this she-cat knew of his feelings when it came to his past, she would not bother asking. It was the one subject that could stir his inner fury, the fury that had begun to build from the day his heart was first scarred, and would continue to build until his heart was healed...or he died. And it was the one subject that easily forced him to lose his confidence and coolness. "I live nowhere. I am a rogue," he replied stiffly, barely maintaining his nonchalant air. This topic had better not go any further, he wanted to growl, but were he to say it aloud, he knew this particular she-cat would take the hint...and press him even more, rather than back away.

[MiNTY♥]

Her maw opened wide in a care-free chuckle, that might as well have sounded like the knelling of funeral bells, but in a scary way, it was baeutiful. "You can't live among my kind if you can't fight, and it is a very valuable skill, not all can fight very well, a shame it is too." She chuckled, but she was also being very serious in what she said. "Just a piece of advice y'know, because we tend to just want our own tails." She added. Did she even really care? Christ. That had done it. Her eyes narrowed by his tone. "So you clearly aren't helpless, and you also have something to hide, I am no stranger to a defensive tone, quite common to me actually, I find others seem to think I am a bit too full on for them, or whatever else they find me." She meowed with a small cold smirk.

ooc// sorry its so short, but I have a few things on my mind and I have to go to school.

[coyote]

Her kind. Who was "her kind"? Scarredheart studied the she-cat with his narrowed, searching green eyes. "Yes," he growled, tail lashing. "I do have something to hide. As do you. As do most cats I meet outside the Clans. It is not such a strange occurrence...a cat does not leave his Clan unless he has reason to. But I do not believe you have come from any of the four Clans." He took a breath and closed his eyes, trying to fight back the rage rising within him. It wasn't really anything she had said that was causing that usually hidden, usually small burning fire to slowly rise. It was simply the act of remembering his past that forced his claws to come unsheathed, and the fur along the back of his neck to bristle. "You want to know what I have to hide, she-cat?" he growled, opening his eyes--all of a sudden, they were blazing with green fire. "Everything I once had to live for, I no longer have. I don't care for my life any longer. You want to fight me? Go ahead--I will not run."

[MiNTY♥]

"Oh? A clan cat are you? We have had lots of experience with them, we even currently have a prisoner, I think she is from Celestialclan but whatever, it was my brother - the leaders - choice, not mine." She meowed. So where was he really from then? "Me? My past is dark, some sort of macabre tale, but my brother, he doesn't want other's to know where we came from, nobody knows where we came from, but I will say I started out life, in the city." She added. It was very hard to trick a cat of her high level of street wise intelligence. The two sleek black cats had appealed to Knife when he first saw them, their muscles made the tom's eyes glitter, they made him fantasize about what destruction and death the pair could cause. The answer was a lot. They had never talked about where they came from, but everyone was asking themselves, where would you get such sleek, muscular and good looking cats. They had wanted more of them, but no, they didn't want to go back there. Not to the city. The city that was so very, very far away from her. "Attack me if you want, Scarredheart, you clearly need to let some of that anger out, I can assure you, you wont kill me." She chuckled lightly.