Intense arguing while we are all hungry [Blue,Maple & Owl]

[Ferntrail]

Bluebell was a shadow as she danced atop of the snow. Weight forward, moving briskly. She didn't feel like sinking into the snow, till her soft belly-fur touched the ground. Icky. A sadist smile contorted her features, how once that might have been her biggest problem. Keeping herself pristine, hoping to catch a tom's eye. It had never mattered that she'd been gay, she still liked the attention. When she got it. Now she just didn't feel like getting her prey anymore wet. It had been half-dead and frozen when she'd found it. A small bird in the crook of a tree. It didn't have enough strength to fly away, but she felt no pity as she ended it's life.


It was all for a good cause, she would be giving it to her clan. And that's what she did. It really didn't have any meat on it, all the flesh burnt away in the starvation. But when the lucky cat had finished chewing through the harsh skin, maybe they could give the bones to a grumpy elder. If their were any left. Bluebell didn't bother keeping check on her clanmates, who was alive and who wasn't. She didn't care. Her thick blue pelt fluffed up against the cold as she continued her long strides into camp.


Distantly she noted the burning in her toes and ears, the stiffness in her muscles. Too distant for her to care. She also dimly noted the fact she had seen Vipernose's kit around. Hopefully it hadn't died yet. So she dropped the prey on the ground and nudged it into the space the queen's and kit's had been staying. If one didn't smell the faint scent of death, one could think it was a leaf. Literally. A furry leaf.


Snorting her distaste the princess turned once around, gazing at the camp. Infinite darkness clouded her gaze. This had once been her throne, or at least symbolized what her throne could have been. The only thing that kept her here was that she had no where else to go. No one to turn to.



Bluebell would forever be alone. It didn't matter if Owlpaw survived this trip, she was destined for a loners road. And she would be damned if she let the weight crush her.

So she'd let it out. And who better to take it out on then Owlpaw's weird friend. Usually she'd respect he was her friend, but after his fight with Nightpaw she was still angry. And would continue being angry with him for a long time. Until he apologized. 

Nightpaw. The love of her life, missing and gone. The last time she'd seen her girlfriend, it had ended in tears. All because of fucking Owlpaw. Her lips curling back into a snarl before her features slowly molded into something kinder. Something fake. If she remembered correctly, she had first meet Maplepaw outside of the medicine cat den, pining over some sort of loss. Maybe she'd be back there. As she turned around to look at where the snow pile of a medicine cat den stood, she saw a huddled figure.

Walking over to the bundle (She sure as hell hoped it was Maplepaw) with lethal grace she cooed. "Nice to see you again, kit" Her heterochromatic eyes seeming to glow, an illusion of light with the snow coddling them. "Pining over some dead soul? How sad" Despite the way she meowed those words, it had no emotion in it. Just detached sneering, like it was a whole different cat saying those words. Her eyes were cold, no sign of emotion in them. "Everyone you know and love is going to die, sweet heart" 

[Fawnstep]

”Anything that is beautiful, people want to break.”

                 Honestly, Maplepaw had just been visiting the den for some stored nest materials. The expansion of her nest to fit Owlpaw in with her was a bit difficult, so she'd ducked into the medicine den to pick up a few bits of animal fur, feathers, and preserved moss so they could be as warm as possible on those cold nights. She'd then paused right at the edge, noticing how warm it was in the cave-like den.

                 She huddled up and quietly purred her contentment at maybe the only warm spot in camp. She was quite happy. That is, up until Bluebell walked right into her day. Insults as soon as the molly opened her mouth. Nothing but foul words from a cat with a foul heart. "A dead soul?" The calico inquired, tilting her head ever so slightly as she lifted it. The mane-like fur over her neck stuck out in soft tufts, but Maplepaw didn't bother to lick or shake herself out.

                Normally bright and happy amber eyes now shone like daggers at the newly made warrior, the tip of her tail twitching. She was done trying to be nice to this cat. She'd never done anything to provoke this blue molly but she'd given her grief since they'd met. And why? /No reason./ Wrinkling her speckled nose, Maplepaw inquired lightly. "I'm sure you're only targeting me because your precious girlfriend is gone, huh?" The fur stuck up in the back of her spine, but Maplepaw kept her cool and picked up the nest materials, pushing past her with a hard shove of her shoulders. That she cat should just fuck off.

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Owlpaw

I HOPE SOMEBODY'S GONNA HOLD MY TONGUE

As soon as the sun had dared to peek over the mountain, Owlpaw was awake and out of the apprentice's den. He had promised Fallenfox he would meet him early to go on a hunting mission with him as the prey had been lacking for a good few days. It was barely enough to keep the queens and their kittens fed, let alone the warriors and apprentices who actually worked for the food. It was obvious to every cat in Shadowclan that prey was scarce, but by the murmuring, he heard around camp Owlpaw was beginning to think this was unusual. He had been told many times how Clan life wasn't easy, especially in the winter, but he hadn't expected things to be this bad. He was eating just as poorly as he was in the city on his own! That wasn't something that had happened since he arrived in the forest.

Owlpaw, along with his mentor, returned to the camp empty-handed. He hated the look of disappointment on the faces of the warriors guarding the camp, even if he knew it wasn't directly his fault. They hadn't seen a single mouse or vole anywhere! Where could the damn things have gone? Owlpaw felt frustrated at himself, his ears slanted back against his head to show his irritation as he paced across the camp. He should go back out and search harder. Double check every area him and Fallenfox looked to see if they missed something. His damn paws felt like they were about to fall off from the cold, but he couldn't just give up! Shadowclan needed him.

Just as Owlpaw was about to strut back into the forest alone, regardless of how prone he was to getting lost, he heard the chatter of familiar voices. He couldn't deny his interest as he picked up the voices of Bluebell and Maplepaw. They... were friends? Owlpaw swung his head around to look at the two mollies as Maplepaw exited Fallenfoxs old den, Bluebell hot on her heels. He furrowed his brow slightly as he watched the two for a moment before quickly making his way over to the pair of them.

"Hey, Maplepaw!" Owlpaw purred to his friend, outright ignoring Bluebell. The two still hadn't reconnected after their argument. "You look busy today, do you need any help?" With his back to Bluebell, Owlpaw offered a flick of his tail in an attempt to dismiss the blue-furred molly without directly speaking to her. Instead, he focused all his attention on Maplepaws face, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. If Owlpaw knew anything about Bluebell, him directly ignoring her in favor of Maplepaw would irritate her to no end.

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[Ferntrail]

At her words Bluepaw's nose flared, but not in anger. At the thrill of a fight. "I've been picking on your rutting ass before Nightpaw left, you're grasping at loose straws, hun" The next words she hated, hated. But in some ways what she said was true. Her lips curling back into a savage, amused smirk "Nightpaw was just another burden, it's better with her gone. I hope she dies, I hope she gets away from this fucking world" She made herself believe, made herself believe Nightpaw would be better somewhere in the warmth, away from this world. There was no hesitation or fault in her sentence, just complete and utter cold. A blade molded into deaths incarnate.

As the other Molly pushed past her Bluepaw flung out a leg, aiming to trip her over. The mollies training would conclude if she tripped or not, but no matter the outcome Bluepaw twisted around, bringing a hard blow towards her shoulder. Quick and solid. She didn't care if any of the blows connected or not, she just wanted to show she wasn't going to let this little bitch shove her. "Such a bad, bad, little girl" Her voice had nothing humane in it, as her eyes glinted. "Maybe you should learn the shut the fuck up. Become a sweet little thing"

As Owlpaw came over she fixed him a gaze of a stranger. A stranger assessing a threat. And deeming it unworthy of her attention. She felt nothing as she looked at the tom, only a flicker of satisfaction in seeing his nicked ear. He was going to get plenty more of those. As he ignored her she only reacted with a killers amusement, hunger controlling her agile limbs. Her voice cold, distant she meowed "One would think you come from Rogue descendant with those appalling manners... Oh! You do" A low, low blow but a blow all the same.

"I could probably just pick you up and move you out of the way" She mused at him. "I believe I was having a pleasant... Conversation with Maplepaw, here, before you butted in? Care to enlighten why you are in such a sour mood, kit?" She wasn't even angry, just so so hollow. And tired. Tired of everything.