all that's to come [Scarredheart]

[coyote]

((*thinks this mini-profile switch-up is odd.... x.x))

CelestialClan. Huh. As if Scarredheart would care. CelestialClan was the Clan he had once belonged to...and he had not been treated well there. In fact, a lot of his sorrow was due to that Clan. Still, he wondered if he knew this prisoner. Perhaps he should go and see...? But attack her? Scarredheart was happy to fight, happy to be killed. But he could not begin the fight. "If we were to fight, Eclipseomen, I assure you that the only way I will not kill you, is if you kill me first, because I do not run. I venture to guess you have never fought a cat that has no more reason to live." Perhaps she had. He certainly never had. And he was not about to start a fight that he knew he likely would not come out of. Perhaps he would take Eclipseomen down with him. He knew that if they were they to fight, neither of them would come out unscathed.

((gross sorry I'm museless))

[MiNTY♥]

The she-cat shook her head. "No, I have not met a cat who had no reason to live, but I have fought a cat who would die for what she believes in, foolish leader, well actually, all of them would die for their clans, one thing is for sure, you wouldn't catch Shard dying for anybody, or me rather, think I am selfish? Not really, but nobody deserves my life." She hissed. Anubis was such a coward, he had left her, it was all too easy for him wasn't it. Bloody toms! "I would not wish to kill you, you seem respectable enough, but I am not one for backing down, and well, don't you need a way to let all that anger out? Doesn't it get on your nerves after a while? Would you not rather let it out? Or even put it to good use?" She chuckled. Fighting was good for letting her anger out, but when she knew she didn't have to hold back, and she could give it her all, killing who she wanted, that was one of the best feelings. What more was there for her to say now? Yes, he was interesting, very strong, but he didn't have much life to him. She sucked in her breath. "Don't you get lonely out here on your own?" She asked.

[coyote]

"I have spent most of my life with this anger. I think I can stand it a bit longer," he replied stiffly, trying hard to return to his cool, nonchalant way. He did not need to fight right now. In the back of his mind, he still sort of wanted to live. "Any cat I would ever wanted to die for, is no longer here. Any cat I want dead, is already dead. I walk alone, so I have no other cat to look after." Did he feel lonely? Well, sort of. Sometimes. But when he thought back to his life in CelestialClan, he remembered that he had never felt like a Clan cat. He had never been accepted, especially after that horrible cat...that horrible excuse for a pile of foxdung, had ruined his future there. "I tried running with a group, she-cat," he growled, lashing his tail from side to side, "and nothing came from that but pain. There is no reason for me to be lonely, when walking alone is the only way I can continue to live. Nearly every cat I ever met has betrayed me. Are you going to attack me or not? If not, I would suggest we go on our separate ways. You see I have no intention of disturbing your group's ways." Although he was still interested in finding out about the CelestialClan prisoner.

[MiNTY♥]

Oh no. This wasn't happening. He wasn't getting away that easily, did he really just think he could walk away from her? Just like that. "Well how are you going to get rid of that anger otherwise?" She persisted. He was not just going to leave, was he? Well, we'll see about that. Why let him walk away, when she had never let anyone else walk away from her, at least not... unscathed. "Well you could try looking after yourself for a start, not that I am terribly picky about appearance or anything, but honestly, a respectable tom such as yourself, should at least look the part, do you think you would see me walking around with my pelt matted and tangled, I would never do that, unless I had better things to do, like lets say, battle. If you look the part you are more likely to come across as intimidating. I mean how many other loners do you see walking about all scruffy? Do you think you would give them a second glance and think, oh how strong they must be?!" She rambled. Never before had she not known where a cat had come from, and she wanted to know where this one came from. "Well that's too bad, but what about something to eat? You look pretty tired, and I am not attacking you - as far as I know." She added. Ok, so maybe it was a little light hearted, but whatever she had to do to find out where this tom came from. Hell knows if she was needed or not right now, she probably was.

[coyote]

Immediately, Scarredheart's defenses rose. He was ready to leave--he didn't like hanging around cats for very long, especially not cats that were possibly strong enough to end his life. "Do you think I care what other cats think of me?" he demanded, distracted as she went on a long tangent about personal hygiene. What did this pushy she-cat care? "I don't go looking for fights. You seem to enjoy sticking your nose in other cats' businesses." The rage was building...very slowly and very subtly, but the fire was rising slowly within him. Scarredheart hated even thinking about his past...or anything about himself at all, for that matter. And here this strange she-cat was pressing him to stay. What did she care? There was a good chance that if Scarredheart were to stay, his rage would burst free...and few cats escaped his claws when this happened. They would both die. Keeping his eyes on Eclipseomen, the tabby began to pad off into the forest, every muscle tight as he prepared for the possibility of an attack.

[MiNTY♥]

The tip of her tail twitched as she watched Scarredheart with hard eyes. "I dunno." She purred with an innocent grin. She sat, without a care in the world, as the tom clearly tried to insult her. Ouch, that would have hurt if she even had a heart. He was so, unpredictable! That was exactly how she would describe him. Her claws patiently kneaded the ground, and then, he was already leaving. Oh no! He did not just do that. Well if he was Mr Unpredictable she could play that game too. Bolting forward she quickly caught up with him and crouched in front of him. With a playful grin she gave his shoulder a sharp nip and danced away from him again. "You know two can play at that game no problem, and I am always up for a game." She announced. When would it become clear to him that he wasn't leaving? At least not for a while yet.

[coyote]

He heard her coming, and Scarredheart came to a full stop as the she-cat sprang in front of him. What was with this pushy cat? Did she want to attack him or not? A sharp bite sent a little bit of pain through his shoulder, but it hardly hurt...clearly she hadn't been aiming to injure him. Narrowing his intense green eyes, he rounded on the she-cat and glared....and slowly, his eyes widened.

A scene came flashing back to him...a gentle, ginger-pelted she-cat was crouching in front of him, eyes wide and playful as her tail waved excitedly in the air. "Come on, Scarredpelt! You need to learn how to play. Not every CelestialClan cat dislikes you," she mewed, her gentle voice playing over his ears like hte most lovely symphony. All the abuse and scorn he had been taking from the other cats of his Clan...and all the anger he felt when thinking of his own mother...all that fell away, and he smiled for the first time in moons. Crouching down to face her, he sprang forward, swatting her gently on the ears before bounding away. He could hear her pawsteps running after him, and her playful growling as she sprang onto his back, knocking him to the ground. It was the sound of the one she-cat he had ever truly loved...Gingerleaf....on the day they had become friends, later to become mates.

Scarredheart blinked, his eyes refocusing as he returned to the present. His whole body was shaking violently, and he felt as if his heart were breaking...as if another tear was being ripped from it. Gingerleaf....She was gone. Gingerleaf. He could have saved her! And now the rage....the rage that had strengthened the day she died....it was boiling, rolling up within him, and he set his eyes, now full of green fire, on the she-cat standing before him. Gingerleaf was dead....the she-cat who had been his friend when the rest of the Clan had shunned him. Scarredheart's claws shot out, and his ears flattened furiously. I want to die. Let her kill me. I can take it. I won't run, eh thought, closing his eyes as he continued to shake. "Scarredpelt...you can't live in your past. You can't just hang on to your bitterness. You need to let it go."

[/i] Gingerleaf's voice...the day he had told her his true, full story. He couldn't die. He had promised her not to let his rage get the better of him. "Leave me be, she-cat," he ground out, and it took every inch of his willpower to turn slowly away. He managed to lift one paw, then the other, and then he was padding slowly, still shaking, fire still blazing behind his green eyes, in an attempt to get out of there before he blew.[/size][/blockquote]

[MiNTY♥]

Now that was seriously not right. Her pupils widened slightly as the tom seemed to be having a sort of fit. God, he was weird. Not that she could say she was concerned for the toms welfare, or if it was her fault or not. It wasn't like killing another was anything big to mark in her history, she wouldn't be able to go back and count the amount of cats she had killed, never mind fought. Thats how you roll, you bad girl. She broke off from her distraction and saw the rage in the toms eyes. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, or caused. Oops. Bounding after him with light steps she growled playfully. "C'mon Scar, don't you want to play?." She growled lightly. She crouched beside him with a hopeful grin. He could be good for Delirium. They could be good for him. Scarredheart was a bit of a mouthful though. So Scar it was.

[coyote]

That was enough! Every time he looked at this stupid she-cat, he saw Gingerleaf. He could not take this. Spinning around, Scarredheart unsheathed his claws and sprang for the she-cat, attempting to take her off guard and pin her beneath him so he could give her a piece of his mind. "Yes, I am Scar!" he hissed, leaning forward so that their eyes were level. 'I am Scar, and you want no part of my scars, you mousebrained she-cat. Stop acting like her!" His tail was lashing furiously, and the rage was building within him. "Stop acting like her and leave me alone! Every cat I have come to trust has died or betrayed me. I have no interest in other cats. I have no interest in joining anyone. I left my Clan for a reason!"