&&everyoneknowssomepain

[zetorneh]

Wenn ich ich musste, würde mich selbst direkt neben Ihnen So lasse mich bitten Würde stellen, dass Sie das
mögen? Würden Sie das mögen?

A slight crunching sound came from the distance as the ess carefully stepped. Her paws avoiding some leaves. She was hunting, but she didn't want anyone to hear her. Why I don't know. Silver toned body hung low to the litho. Belly rubbing against the leaves, sterling hued oculi gazed before her. Yellowing trees stood brave against the wind, their rich mocha trunks. Jadedfur sometimes admired their strengith.

Etwas, das in der Weg Etwas nur um erhält, zu brechen ich werde versuchen zu finden meinen Ort im Tagebuch von
Jane Während ich verbrenne eine andere Seite Während ich wegschaue ich noch versuche zu finden meinen Ort im
Tagebuch von Jane Damit erzählt mir wie es soll sein

Bending her head the fatele lapped up some water before jumping the smallest part of the stream. Parting her kissers she hoped to take in some sent, nothing. Growling in displeasure, she walked on. Perhaps she might find one of these "clans" she heard of and cause some trouble.

[squee.]

Without even realizing that he had wandered far from Bloodclan borders, Frost silently creeped on. His snow-white pelt shining bright against the firey colors of leaf-fall. His gaze locked on the ground below his paws, not caring to look at anything or anyone he passed. Lucky for the loners he passed earlier, the tom wasn't in a killing mood today. The generally emotionless warrior made his way toward Jadedfur in complete oblivion to his surroundings. Even as he drew near the rouge he didn't even notice her entire existance.

At the last moment, the tom glanced up in time to see the rouge. Stopping dead in his tracks, his muzzle so close the the rouges flank that he could feel his own breath reflecting from her fur. With an annoyed growl Frost took a few paw-steps back out of the way of the rouge. If he was lucky the rogue would leave him be on this depressing afternoon. But that wasn't always the case. Many cats he ran into preferred talking to him rather then leaving him alone.

[zetorneh]

Jadedfur watched with care, her gray blue pools never leaving him. As his nose tuched her flank she whirled around, daggars instenctiveatly becoming unsheethed. Whatch where your going, mouse brain! She spat quietly, letting the matter drop. Poor deprived cat probbally didn't know where the hell he was going. Oh well, he would be lost and she would laugh. When he growled she growled back, but her's wasn't really what I would call quiet.

Backing up a little she knew it was best NOT to turn from this clueless cat. He could attack at any moment. Like a dog that's just been hit by a car: your hurt and have no clue what happened, and you aren't sure what's going on and if anyone tries to help you you might bite their hand. Of course Jadedfur didn't know what was wrong with him, she could't read his eyes when she looked into them. He seemed thoughtful, maybe something was on his mind so she suspected love, but knew she was probbally wrong.

Her eye was still on him as she faced him, waiting for him to do something. She wasn't going to speak to him becuase she had once been through his problem(if she was correct). A troubled past she had, deprived from everything she ever knew and loved so therefore she did not love. Wait a minuite... Love? Define this word "love". It's defenation: to cherish some one. To her it sounded just like a kit's crush.

[squee.]

Frost said nothing as she called him names and even returned his hiss. What use would it be to kill this she-cat. Yes the momentary satisfaction of watching would die would give him little joy but the joy would end soon and he'd go home with marooned paws. Letting out a silent sigh, he turned to the path he was heading and began on his way to nowhere again. If the rogue attacked, his size and overall power should be enough to take this she-cat down but he wasn't going to take any chances.

As he walked away, his claws unseathed and dug deep into the ground with each passing paw-step. Though any cat made noise when they prowled normally, Frost hadn't recieved the name only becuase of his white pelt. When it came to camp or battle, Frost would be there one moment and then completely disappear as if he never even existed. He was as silent as the creeping frost of leaf-bare; anyone unlucky enough to meet his claws knew that his attack stung like frost-bite itself.

Since going to Bloodclan as a kit, Frost had becom impossible to read and only spoke when he was forced to and even then his words where rather poetic. He was truely a sight to see and NOT the cat to start a fight with.

[zetorneh]

Relizing the sent off of the male before her, she bounded after him. Stop! Your from Bloodclan? Her jaw dropped momentarally, she had been born in Bloodclan, but was he?

OOC//-growl- i had a good post but then it logged me out and i lost it.

[squee.]

Black eyes narrowed in annoyance, it was just his luck to be questioned on such a day. As the word STOP escaped the she-cats maw, Frost stopped in mid-step. Gentlily his paw fell to the ground and he waited for the she-cat to catch up. He didn't turn to face the rogue as the question escaped nor after it, he didn't even answer the question for an extended period of time. He questioned himself on to answer the question or to continue his little mission on patrolling the rest of lands in this pitiful forest.

"Where I am from is no importance to you"

His voice eerily calm and rather soothing to any that listened to it. It had the sense to make one feel at home and yet so alone, the perfect voice of an assasian. That was what he was...wasn't he? Illusion and Blackclaw had sent him on missions to kill hundreds of cats...not a single one of them escaping him. That was only as an apprentice. Now he was a warrior and just beginning to start the total chaos of this forest. He said no more to the she-cat, merely continued on his way.

[zetorneh]

Becuase I was from Bloodclan. A silent smirck played across her lips. She liked this cat, his attuide, his voice.

[squee.]

Eyes narrowed again. None of that mattered to him, she could have been a kittypet and he'd wouldn't lift a paw to even ponder the cat's name. For a moment he paused from his walk only to continue again. After padding on for another few paw-steps his eyes moved ever so slightly to see the she-cat still hadn't given up.

"Useless Information to me"

His voice sounded, just like before...the type of voice that one could nearly be lulled into sleep with and yet have nightmares of hellish creatures. Without waiting for another reply, the tom turned into an empty barn. The sides covered with black paint as well as every window on the barn. The perfect barn to be alone in.

[zetorneh]

Frost, she said slowly. Her gray eyes watched him dissapear. I've seen you before, she mumbled but was pretty sure he hadn't heard her.

[squee.]

To his dismay, he heard every word the she-cat muttered. It was true. The two of them had seen each other in and around camp more then once though Frost made him scarce around camp and barely said anything to even Bloodclan. His snow colored pelt stood out in the utter blackness, only his black eyes mixed in with the darkness.

"What happens in the past is easily forgotten"

He replied, his voice drifting through shadows to meet the she-cat in the enterance of the barn.

[zetorneh]

Face twisted in irratation, she growled to herself. Muttering something, the fatale turned around and headed back to the stream.

OOC//Must...............eat............dinner

[squee.]

Frost watched her leave without even a blink as a 'good-bye'. Even after she left, he sat completely still, like a statue in the middle of a cemetery. After another pause, he turned and exited the barn heading toward Riverclan's borders. Perhaps he'll vist some friends.