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Talon woke up with the feeling that something was wrong. Something had changed. For a moment, he grew tense before turning to see an empty nest on the other side of the bramble bush. That's right. Strike was gone. A wave of loneliness swept unbidden over him. Oh, he had not expected the younger tom to stay, but it had been nice have someone to talk to. He took a moment to remind himself how unbearably annoying Strike was. How much he had wished to find his own den just so he could have his peace and quiet. That helped a little, but the healer couldn't help but feel worried for his friend. Who knew what he would get himself into. Talon shook himself off. Fretting would do little good, and he had warned Strike to stay out of mischief. That was all that he could do. Heh, I am getting to be like a clan elder. Dispensing my wisdom to the wayward generation. Laughing quietly at his little joke he got up and entered the forest. Wise or not, sitting in his nest never caught him prey.

With in the hour Talon had made the incredibly impressive catch of one, count 'em, one scrawny blackbird.
"Come on, you're not that old. He scolded himself as he sat down. It was true, he acknowledged seriously, he was still in his prime. His age wasn't to blame for his unskillful hunt. Perhaps he was coming down with something. He thought briefly on this before a rustling woke up from his reverie.
"Who's there?" He demanded, careful to sound strong but not hostile. He had heard of Delirium and didn't want to seem like an easy target. Then again, it could be someone in need of his skills, and injured cats tended to be skittish.

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Clear ~

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She's got blue eyes deep like the sea
That roll back when she's laughing at me
She rises up like the tide
The moment her lips meet mine

Movement rustled overhead. The young ebony she-cat crouched, digging her claws into the ground against the wild beating of her heart, adrenalin rushing throughout her body. The she-cat hadn't noticed that this area, where trees were lush, was a good place for catching birds of many different kinds. She had simply happened upon this area, and thought it was a good place to hunt, after meeting with her brother, Moritz. Suddenly, sending a jolt of electric surprise through her body, the great black form swept down into the clearing, night black wings taking up a part of the blue sky she could see overhead. Having only been hunting for a few moons, certainly no expert, and wound up with energy, the former kittypet leaped out wildly at the bird. Her claws cut against the black feathers of the bird, one she could not yet identify, but which was a raven. It was a hard takedown, the creature letting off a loud call and startling the branches overhead, but Clear brought the bird down and, as she had practiced on smaller birds, broke its neck with her jaws.

Clear's blue eyes gleamed. She always felt proud when she captured any kind of prey, even if it was only for herself, and not any kind of clan, as Halopaw had told her about. Her apprentice friend had told her about all of the clans- four of them- but the only one that struck her as important was Tempestclan, where Halopaw said she was from. The others she didn't remember well, but had had the scents pointed out to her, and would surely be able to tell them apart with a little practice.

Clear was quite small herself, so the large bird, quite plump for such a cold season, drug on the ground in front of her as she carried it in her jaws. She heard a low mumbling sound somewhere ahead, but disregarded it. It was probably a nearby stream, or perhaps simply the wind, rising and falling. She had a vivid imagination, and it wouldn't have been surprising if she had thought it said something. She shifted, slightly uncomfortable, and the raven's wing brushed against some nearby rough grass. She thought little of the sound, not yet knowing it had been heard by someone else. Continuing across the clearing, making her way back to her den, she heard a louder sound, a tom calling, 'who's there?'.

Clear, half dragging half carrying, trotted into the clearing and, skirting the tom slightly, stopped in front of him. She dropped the bird at her paws. "Hi! It's Clear, that's who. Who're you?"[/color] She studied his scars, and then stamped the ground with a paw, watching him closely. "Are you from..." Her bright azure eyes glinted for a moment, "DELIRIOUS?[/color] Clearly, the small black cat didn't know very much yet about the forest groups.

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Talon

Talon relaxed considerably when he saw the small she-cat. She hardly had the look of a ruthless killer about her.
"Hi! It's Clear, that's who. Who're you?" He hid a smile when he saw her studying him. She sure was a bold little thing. "Are you from... DELIRIOUS?" At this, he couldn't help but laugh. It was more of a chuckle really, a warm rumbling sound.
"Do I really look that fierce?" He asked, keeping his voice friendly. "No, I wouldn't join that flea-bitten group of cowardly killers if my life depended on it."
He spoke as casually as if he was talking about the weather, instead of insulting the most fierce group of cats outside the clans. "My name is Talon, I have devoted my life to healing."
He explained, trying to keep his eyes from wandering to Clear's catch. It was clearly bigger then his own.
"What about you Clear? I haven't seen you around. Are you a kitty-pet?"
It seemed to be a rather silly question. She smelled like the forest, but she did seem to have the wide-eyed personality of the kitty-pets he had met. Then again, she obviously was a capable hunter.. Don't look at the bird! He scolded himself, trying to look the little she-cat in the eye.
"Or are you a ruthless rouge come from afar to slaughter me?" He added, a playful undertone in his voice.

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Clear ~

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She's got blue eyes deep like the sea
That roll back when she's laughing at me
She rises up like the tide
The moment her lips meet mine


The tom hadn't made any move to kill her, so she drug her catch closer and sat down. Twelve moons old, and she was pretty trusting. Of course, no one had ever tried to kill her before, as she had heard Delirious cats might. Halopaw had threatened to attack her and hinted that her clanmates might do worse, but she didn't think much of it. Halopaw was her friend! Clear didn't think that other cats went out of their way to attack others; especially not those as innocent as herself. But then, she had trespassed on Tempestclan land already. If a more ruthless cat had met her there, she might have come away knowing far more about the forest. It might have been for the better if it hadn't been Halopaw who greeted her, albeit with distaste. Eventually her stupidity was going to get her hurt; and she had no one looking out for her, so who was going to save her when she fell into something far worse than getting a few scratches from a clan cat?

flea-bitten group of cowardly killers...? The small black she-cat's eyes flickered. "You have been in many fights?" [/b] She offered, glancing at a deep pink one on his haunches. Once the topic was away from serious things like the killing of others, she brightened again and waved her tail, forgetting the raven was there and brushing her tail over it. One of its shorter ebony feathers was brushed up, tickling the skin beneath her tail fur. "Talon! That's a weird name. You aren't a medicine cat then?"[/color] The word was obviously foreign to her; she knew nothing about such cats except that they helped others. She had never needed one before; and even if she had, she didn't know where she would find one. She remembered how she had been told about Saberfang. "Otherwise your name would be Talonfang! Clear laughed brightly. Talonfang was an even stranger name.

There was that word again, kittypet. Halopaw had curled her nose in disgust when she said it; Clear thought he might too. "No..." She murmured, thoughtful for once. She hesitated. "I used to be, but now I guess I'm a loner." Why did what someone called their self matter so much? Leader, healer, loner, kittypet, rogue, medicine cat, apprentice, warrior. Her head spun. "But don't call me that. Just call me Clear, okay?" She added, grinning childishly.

Rogue. He didn't seem to mean it, though, so she relaxed her tensed shoulders. "Nope! I was just out hunting." She eyed his smaller catch and then caught him looking at her's. "Want some?"


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