Alone is {nothing} but a feeling

[mehl]

The moor... the closest thing to a home Feathertail had, literally. Her short hair even seemed to stir as she looked onward towards her previous home, a twoleg place the clan cats called "horseplace". She sniffed and turned, the wind buffeting her body and forcing her to take refuge closer to the Windclan camp. She was always fond of Windclan, it was the closest clan there was to her twoleg home and her father had been a clan cat there. She hardly ever left the moor, where she hunted unknown by Windclan eyes and slept just putside their boundary. Sometimes, Feathertail believed she just wasn;t wanted anywhere, and that the awful stench of twolegs was her only refuge. She bristeled and growled softly, her tail sweeping low to the ground in irratation, Feathertail pricked her ears- hearing the fast thump of a persued rabbit. She quickly slinked away, knowing it was something deadlier than herself, she was as weak as a mouse in her opinion; always running...always hiding.

As she hurried away to the border of Windclan, she looked back, her mind and heart yearning to sprint across the moor and burst into the Windclan camp and be welcomed warmly. She knew that wouldn't happen and knew also, that she'd have to play it cool if she was ever going to try and be accepted by them. Her form calmed a bit and she hurried back into Windclan turf, scouring the area for any sign of them. She knew something about their patrols, how they comed when the sun was at a point in the sky. She grinned, such a system they had... it made Feathertail even more eager to join a clan. She bolted across the moor, inching closer to their camp, the wind was high and her scent would surely be carried across the moor, right?

Feathertail was inexperianced in the clan ways, only knowing basic things like the Warrior code and what not. She wanted more, she wanted those cats dubbed "mentors" SHe wanted to go on patrols, she wanted everything! Feathertail was desperate and she knew it, she breathed slowly and with drew from the Windclan turf, not as far as before, but enough to know when anyone arrived. She sighed deeply and blinked rapidly, why'd she push so hard to get into a clan? Was it for her father, her mother? Feathertail shook her head, it was for herself and only herself... she wanted to prove she could be Clan-worthy and fight for a clan of her own, to some day be an awesome warrior and maybe even leader. Her eyes scanned the small stream running down to the lake, she was near the stream but she was wedged into Windclan turf. She caught the scent of Thunderclan and wondered if they were a nice clan, she never got much information on them as a kit. She was near their border but could still see the twolegs' house, Feathertail turned her head and rested it on her paws. She shivered and this time, sighed with happiness... laying down, and resting peacefully which was a first for a very, very long time.

Word count; 557
OOC; I has a desperate kitty

[target]

A fire erupted on the horizon; her blazing tabby pelt stood against the green moorland grass and threatened the animals that lived there. Her green, glass-like, reflective eyes stood, staring in surveillance- nothing more, nothing less. Her stocky figure graced the hill with a swift motion and her paws clung to the reality of the marsh. Parting her fur in a straight line down her chest, the wind bore a frontal assault on the feline as she sat contemplating the area in front of her. Tall stocks of grass scattered here and there, short grass through the middle and a thick mud passage way between the two. Her lips were flat and nonmoving; the harsh feline had no tolerance for anything that stood in front of her, as evident by the bird in her mouth and the intent to hunt in her eyes.

She took a stride forward and watched as the worms squirmed into the muddy ground, moving slowly and yet disappearing fast. She then turned her head up as she heard the chattering of bird's wings against the dry air. A forced, yet malicious grin spread across her face as her interest in the birds above dropped. She took in a clean breath of air as the wind blew again, showing her heavy undercoat and the mats of fur against her side. She obviously had not groomed in quite some time, and truthfully she was not one to care about what others saw of her. She didn't care how many told her to get rid of the mats in her fur, and she didn't even care if the medicine cat, Berrypelt, wanted her to come in. She'd only seen the she-cat maybe twice in her entire life.

She could taste the scent of a nearby hare but it barely seemed to faze her as she carefully dropped the bird and flopped to the ground, tucking her paws underneath. Her eyes narrowed and her ears flattened, her tail carelessly flapped against the ground. The stupid rabbit hopped along, completely oblivious to the fact that she sat there with a malicious grin in her eye. What a mediocre thing… she thought silently. As she watched it carelessly flop and flounder in front of her, the apathetic nature that glinted in her eyes was not expected. It was common to see a cat fight inwardly with itself 'Don't go after it yet, wait' but for her it seemed as if she cared not what it was doing at all, and if it bounced at her only a mouse length away she wouldn't budge. It moved in to about a fox length away and she continued the apathy towards it.

She seemed to doze for a moment before she was in a sort of dreamy state of barely any consciousness. She wasn't thinking about anything in particular, not what others thought of her and not about her past, she only sat. She took in a deep breath, making quite a large sound, and then let her tail thump on the ground heavily. The hare noticed her and its giant ears flopped up, it's eyes widened, and it's body was paralyzed in fear. It didn't move. How pathetic is that? she mused. She stood up slowly and only then did it run, bouncing and waving its fluffy tail behind, almost taunting her to chase, but instead she turned the other way.

Suddenly a stale scent ran across her nose She wrinkled it and hissed. It was not of WindClan and it was dangerously close to the boarders around camp. She frowned, what stupid cat would be foolish enough to tramp this far and think they wouldn't get caught? Her green eyes flashed around and her ears stood high on her head. Her eyes were narrow enough to seem threatening, but open enough to see where she was going. She pounded her feet against the ground, it was a longer journey to the other side of the territory all the way to the ThunderClan boarder none the less, she went. No one was missing her at camp so why not waist your entire day chasing a phantom cat that might not even still be there?

Her audits flickered as she caught the fresh scent near the ThunderClan boarder, and for a moment she wondered if the cat was ThunderClan, but the scent was not as strong as theirs. The warrior crept up slowly around a fern bush carefully masking her scent in that of the strong herbs around it and waited for a moment. The she-cat was resting?
Targetdove lunged out and growled, her teeth gritted and her lips rolled back into a snarl, it wasn't like this she-cat seemed a challenge for Targetdove, in fact the only thing this she-cat could have a one up on would possibly be Fleet footedness for the bulky she-cat was not of WindClan and carried no traits of those who housed her.

"And who might this pathetic, scrawny, kit of a she-cat be?" She hissed her abnormally large paws flat against the ground and ready to spring.

[mehl]

Her steady breath, her settled fur... she seemed frozen in time as the river swiftly ran past her. She only quivered at the slightest of sounds, only opened her eyes at the shortest of shadows that swept upon her. Feathertail seemed utterly motionless, like her pale gray and blue pelt could've been camoflouged if she lay completely still. The word seems quiet today, nothing is happening... Feathertail thought with a hint of sadness, she wanted a home desperatly...anything would do at that very moment; even a twolegs home. She sprang to her feet, a new fire in her dim eyes... she had caught the scent of cat and blood, not only a lone cat, but a clan cat.

It was a she-cat, one that was overly confident and rebellious by the scent of her. Feathertail frowned, did alll clan cats smell like this? She shook her head, must be the new kill she probably had made. As she pondered momentarily of the warrior way's, she was cut out of her mind as the fronds around her quivered and revealed a heavily-built, matted-furred, Windclan warrior. "And who might this pathetic, scrawny, kit of a she-cat be?" Feathertail's earspricked and she smirked, just how she liked her cats; insulting and loud-mouthed...like herself. Feathertail sauntered closer and smiled wider, "Hello, you must be the stench I caught a while back," She wasn't impressed at her remark, in fact she was appauled... she was trying to get into a clan and already she was getting on the wrong paw.

Feathertail was taller than the other she-cat, she took little comfort in that fact for she knew this clan cat was far more experianced than herself. She sighed warily and mewed,"Your from Winclan, right?... my father was from your clan," She stepped a bit back, not wanting to get too close to the female who still bore a snarl on her face. She dismissed it and smiled earnestly and continued, "My names Feathertail, you are?" She wasn't one for caution, only when she was serious did she ever become sensitive to her surroundings. Feathertail crouched a bit, levelling herself with the female as not to seem challenging. If worse came to worse, she'd battle it out her best; try and prove herself in a way.

This she-cat seemed especially feisty compared from other cats she had scented, she seemed oddly over defensive and guarded. She knew clan cats were like this, but this seriously... ah, what did she know about Clan ways! Feathertail drew a bit closer and said breathlessly, as if she had ran a great distance, "Look, I dont want a fight for Starclan's sake, I just want a clan!" She said quickly and uneasily, too caugfht up in being accepted by this she-cat to take precautions befre she spoke. Her feathered tail rustled as a shanook passed by and she shivered a bit, her slight fur wasn;t beuilt for such harsh blows from the moor but she took it on. Feathertail was in her mind, thinking frantically of what to say, it was her first encounter with a clan cat and she didn't know what to do!

Word count; 555
OOC; rawr ;3

[target]

Targetdove's ears flattened at the insult that came her way. Her nose and whiskers twitched and then she flicked her tail. 'This scrawny thing? Talking about my stench? She smells like the horses!' Targetdove's first move would be this "Feathertail's" last. As the annoyance in front of her spoke, Targetdove's will to jump at her was eagerly growing.
"That's right, the stench of fresh-kill. You should be very familiar with that as you're about to be my next piece of prey!" Her temper was flaring but she had to calm herself. Before she'd attack she'd find out why Feathertail was here and why she thought she could just walk along in WindClan's territory. The she-cat actually thought that this 'Feathertail' somebody was quite amusing, no matter how annoyed she was at that moment. It was almost funny to watch the thing squabble before her, backing up and dropping down to see less threatening.
"Don't flatter yourself, you could stand the height of a tree and not look any more challenging then a mouse."

No matter how confident Targetdove seemed, she was only bluffing. She was not scared, nor did she show any signs that she was not overly confident and facetious, but she knew that the other she-cat could land at least one blow to her. Not that it would have mattered, Targetdove was stronger, not as fast, but the most she wanted to do was run the blue-gray she-cat out of her clan's territory. She tilted her head to the side curiously but then straightened it back up and turned her face back to the aloof.

The fire colored she-cat licked her lips and then sat down feeling more or less disgraced that she had to view this thing of pity. She severely doubted that this she-cat was the spawn of a WindClan warrior, it would be even more disgraceful if it were true. A warrior? With a loner or kittypet or whatever this thing was? She was nothing more then a hybrid of some sort in Targetdove's eyes.
"Your father? So you think that just because your father was of WindClan you have the right to tramps around in our territory?" Truly stupid. Her tail fluffed out and, only slightly intrigued by the she-cat, she flattened her fur.

It was not that the she-cat was hateful of Feathertail, she was like that toward everyone, and she was only doing what she had to. If she helped this she-cat, she would be considered a traitor among the clan, just when she herself was beginning to be accepted into the clan. It had been many many moons since she'd joined and only now, during the most recent ones did she have any luck convincing them that she was not just some rogue that wanted to take over. However, it could have helped if her attitude was not one of the later.
Feathertail seemed young, but seemed old enough that she had been past that twelfth moon and warrior hood, and that just made it tougher for the clan to care about you, and even longer the wait then when Targetdove herself was accepted in. Targetdove was still apprentice age when she joined! and it had taken this long.

The WindClan she-cat blinked apathetically, unimpressed by the she-cat.
"Hello Feathertail" she mewed sarcastically pleased.
"Feathertail- such a name and not even a Clancat! HA, it makes me laugh sometimes. Why don't you scurry on over to the ThunderClan camp and their bleeding hearts, I'm sure you'll find a nice home over there." She paused only for a moment letting the she-cat muse over the words. "And how dare you speak of StarClan when you hardly know it's meaning?" Her voice was rather queer, it was calm and almost sounded kind, not threatening by it's intonation at all, but it was the words that would send chills down any normal cat's spine that killed.

She postured herself taller and more like a warrior now, though the she-cat's voice was but a small snarl, less threatening more amused.
"You started off on a great note, insulting a cat- you have no idea who I am! I could be a leader or deputy- the fact is, if I were you'd be dead by now- the way you talk."
She flicked her tail not even bothering to answer about her own name, who did that she-cat think she was? She wanted Targetdove to just give up her name?

Targetdove had so many questions to ask this outsider, and yet felt a resistance to do so. It wasn't like Targetdove to have let a cat live this long… it was almost against her own conduct to let them live. "Look, you need to leave now, the patrols ought to be coming, unless you have a good reason why I could even consider letting you live to see them and risk my own tail…"
Generosity?

[mehl]

Feathertail was calm, knowing she had done wrong in trespassi-trespassing?. Her anger flared suddenly, she paid no heed to the she-cats insults, her mind was set on how these...these clan cats dare accuse any cat of trespassing on land that belonged to anyone, wether it be cat or any other being. She always thought the clan's tight security of territory was a great feat, but now she grew a deep dislike towards it. She allowed herself into their "territory", they had no right to give her permission into entering. She wouldn't mention a thing of her growing hatred for territory marks, she would have to be extra careful if she was ever going to get on this cat's goood, no, right side.

When the remark on her father came, she took it steadily and repllied curtly, "Yes, I have a right to 'tromp' around here not because of my father- because I believe the lake belongs to everything, not just four clans, although I admire the boundaries, I dont think its fair to block out anything that passes by." She knew the she-cat wouldn't dare agree to her, and she expected it once the she-cat spoke in turn to Feathertail. When the she-cat said a sarcastic "hello", a muffled laughter escaped Feathertail, she loved this she-cat! She was so feisty, just how she pictured a warrior of the clans, she was eager to hear more of the she-cats words. "True, Im not a clan cat...I'd like to be though, especially in Windclan since I find it the loyalist of all clans in the lake terra to Starclan and the swiftest. I've seen all the cats of the clans, but I feel, dont snap at me for saying this.... closest to Windclan."

She paused and took in the note on Thunderclan, she had only heard little of them and didn't understand how the she-cat used a mock-sympathetic tone to express Thunderclan. She shrugged it off and listened to the she-cats ramble. Feathertail grew a tad tense when the she-cat used seemingly kind voice when she remarked on how Feathertail used Starclan's name. She was hurt the most by this remark... she even cringed a bit, her eyes squinting and her ears lowering in both sadness and shame. She recovered a bit and said shakily, "I believe in Starclan as much as the next cat in the clans, my father was a clan cat and so I believe he watches over me as your ancestors watch over you," Her voice tembled at the mention of her father, and she lowered not because of feeling intimidating, but of complete despair.

She tried shaking the sadness off her shoulder when the she-cat mentioned being a leader or deputy, she replaced her despair for curiosity. "A leader, deputy? Oh, what a treat! Are you really one, I've always heard they are th-," She was truly glowing with excitment, but when the she-cat hinted she wasn't, she grew clamer and was actually a bit relieved... she could have been killed indeed if this she-cat was one of the two. The she-cat indicated she should leave, and Feathertail once more felt a pang of sadness in her gut. Her dull eye's looked up at the she-cat, she finally noticed how the pelt of the she-cat seemed to shimmer with not a overly confident glow- but a proud one. Feathertail glanced at hers, it's dull color stirred her anger a tad, but she settled for what she had. And all she really had was herself...

"W-well, I'm really sorry for ummm... bothering you?" She even went as far as to stutter and make a question instead of a witty remark. She played with the mood, it was suiting after all, with her pathetic frame and the scent of growing confusion and sadness wafting about her. She truly prayed to Starclan for a miracle, for this she-cat to take some form of pity or even a small smile, a nice good-bye. She'd actually settle for that instead of being booted out like the rogue she was. "Umm, well..." She was stalling visibly, making a fool out of herself, but she continued nontheless, "I'll be off then, already got a taste of Windclan's fury," She permitted herself a small chuckle and turned slowly, prolonging the odd yet somewhat saddened scene. Feathertail tryed for a proud apearance as the other she-cat displayed, but failed miserably. Feathertail sighed and shook her head, turning and sitting, she just looked at the sky... still praying.

[target]

Targetdove raised her eyebrow, pondering about this she-cat. 'She starts with an insult, and leaves with a shaken and confused state?' The WindClan she-cat was quite puzzled by this change in personality, she almost wanted a fight, she could crave it. She blinked lazily as the she-cat mumbled about the lake belonging to everything…

'Hmm, I used that exact same excuse when I came. If only she knew exactly what the territories were.' She sighed as StarClan was brought up. Why had she even bothered arguing with this cat? She shook her head as Feathertail spoke..

"That makes one of us.." she mumbled before she realized that the cat was actually still there. She blinked and her eyes widened as she hoped the cat didn't hear her. Boy would that have been a mistake. Targetdove wasn't as informed on the clans as this cat was when she was accepted, the only thing she'd done to prove herself was almost kill an apprentice, and be a horrible old crow. She flicked her whiskers as Feathertail got up and turned around 'What was WindClan's fury'? This was Targetdove, not the mushy clan cats! HA!

"That's right, leave," she purred with joy. It was only a moment later when it hit. Had she really been able to smell the scent of the horses on this she-cat? It couldn't be… no. Was it possible in any way that she was actually born there and that she didn't just come around there to get to the clans? "W-wait wait a minute there," she mewed, almost praying to the non-existent StarClan that she had been from the Horseplace.

Targetdove scanned over the she-cat with her piercing eyes. She blinked quickly and seldom as she eyed the she-cat with a rather inquisitive look. She turned her head to the side several times, never leaving her seated position on the ground. "I suppose it's possible, though I wouldn't be too happy to know about it, but were you born at the horseplace?" Not only would the scent of the cat explain it, but the fact that she'd felt 'Closest to WindClan' would explain some things aswell.

Targetdove prayed the she-cat would say no she prayed the she-cat would say no, and then she could easily run her into ThunderClan, but what if? For a moment the worse possible situation popped into her head, Kin. But there was no way Feathertail was related to her, not by the appearance. However, the best case scenario if she was from the horseplace wasn't so great either. If she was from the horseplace, that means that the twolegs that lived there either had a new litter of kittens by Darme (Which was very doubtful since Darme was probably already dead by now) or had obtained a She-Cat who mated with this WindClan warrior and had Feathertail. Either way, Targetdove and Feathertail would have been born in the same house. Still then, she did have the same pelt color and shape as Darme and Leeky, the two old grey cats that were considered Target's grandmothers. She shivered, what if Darme was also Feathertail's grandmother or great grandmother? For all I know this could be my sisters kit!

She shook her head.
'No, you dim whit, you're only being paranoid. You'd hate it if Darme's Bloodline lasted and you'd have to make sure it didn't! That's all. This she-cat only came by the HorsePlace because it was the quickest way into WindClan territory. Besides, I'm sure that even if she was born there, the two cats that are her parents have no relation to you at all, you're safe you're very safe.

She hoped that her body wasn't trembling to much. She'd never even thought about the two old cats of her past and her siblings since she'd joined WindClan a long time ago. Thinking about all this now made her feel weak and she hated that.

[mehl]

It was getting darker, the sky was painted indigo and a friery red, black seeped from below and above. Feathertail always examined the stars, this sunset was like many others she'd seen, with stars skatered across the sky. She found the stars staring tauntingly at her, daring her to say something to the she-cat behind her. Feathertail closed her eye's in a rough way, making her eyelids actually sting. She opened her eye's again, her body sighing heavily and full of stress. So much for Windclan, that she-cat seemed actually familiar, ah! No, Im even more pathetic than that she-cat thought. She shook her head, still sensing the she-cat behind her, knowing shed avantually get seriously ticked off if Feathertail stayed any longer in her territory. She stood and began to walk away, when the most peculiar thing happened to her...

"Y-yes, I am," She said tentively and then summoned her remaining fire and spat, "What'sit to you?" She didn't care now, the she-cat had obviously rejected her and so she had no mind on being respectful to her, none at all! Although she was angered by the she-cats knowing of her birth-place, there as also the wonder of how this she-cat reminded her of someone. She wouldn;t dare say anything about this "noble" clan cat having any strings attached to the horseplace; in fear she'd tackle her if she insulted her in that way. Feathertail faded back, timid of the she-cat now, all the taunts didn't matter... she wanted to know how this she-cat knew of her residence in the horse place.

( OOC:I'm gonna make Targetdove go crazy now...muahahaha )

Feathertail inched closer to the she-cat, oddly, she seemed even more familiar to Feathertail the more she thought about it. Just a trick of the mind, Feathertail, nothing else! She reassured herself, her thoughts turning more cheerful... a mock cheerful at that. Her thoughts shifted through all the cats of the cats she knew from the horse place. There was Camilia, her mother, Lime, her brother, Mill, another she-cat, and... She knew now how the she-cat looked so familiar. Feathertail's mouth gaped, her eye slits grew to an almost horrifying size, and the hairs on her body bristled uncontrollably. She stammered at first and then said in a full, trembling voice, "And Darme".

( OOC: Homg, drama D: )

"You know them, dont you," Feathertail said in a meek and quiet voice. It wasn't a question, more over a statement. This she-cat had the image of Darme in a way. Of course, Feathertail only knew Darme, she didn't like the she-cat much and chose to avoid here. Feathertail always got the sense the she-cat stored a huge amount of secracy, which made herself and alot of the other cats around the Horseplace uneasy. She had no intelligence on Darme much, just that she was pretty old when Feathertail left the Horseplace. The she-cat in front of her seemed wary; she even trembled slightly, showing clan-cats did have weaknesses at some points. She almost smiled, but knew it'd look cruel to the she-cat and that there was a tentative mood hanging in the air. Feathertail seethed confusion and worry, the only question now: What would happen next?

OOC; Ok that I use Darme as some of my past in this post, Target? If not, Ill switch it around ^^

[target]

As the eve of the day grew weaker the air got colder, the wind blew stronger, and then stilled. The setting became eerier as the pause became longer. She took a breath as she waited, she held her breath, even unaware that Feathertail had confirmed where she was from, Targetdove already knew.
"What's it to me? What's it to me?!" though her voice was quiet it was not calm.
"Nothing, you just smell of rotten twolegs and their foul beasts is all… you wreak of it actually." She took a breath and calmed herself, she knew not of Darme, Darme was dead… she must have died right after Leeky died. The two twin cats were alike on everything so why not on their death dates… they could be similar too right? It would be just like karma to let Darme live though.

Targetdove remembered all the cats she knew, her mother Maryrose, her brother Ricochet, and her sister Taily. Those were the ones in her family, her father being a RiverClan warrior of some sort. Then there was Darme, Maryrose's aunt, and Leeky, Darme's twin. They were considered Targetdove's grandmothers, but it was Creed who was their true Grandmother, but Creed died before she had any other kits besides Maryrose. Taily and Ricochet… she couldn't remember what happened to them and she preferred to block the memories of her beloved siblings out, but she was sure there was no way this cat was their child, so she wasn't related to Targetdove.

But who was this she-cat?

She remembered the time when she saw Leeky last, she had kits… one was named Cam-cami something… she wasn't sure she didn't remember names of little cats. Maybe Cami-whatever was Feathertail's mother? The ages matched up well. She shook her head and frowned.
"Oh good StarClan!"

And Darme….

Without hesitation she spoke "No I don't know her," she mewed before quickly stating "Or him, or whoev-whatever that is…" She bit her tongue until it hurt. Could she lie? Lie to her great aunts grand kit? It was to hard to concoct such a thought in her mind. She sighed
"I do," she mewed. The cat sat and scratched behind her ear.

"Lazy bum of a she-cat she was!" Her voice was a growl but it wasn't directed at Feathertail.
"I mean, because of her, I could be related to a half Wind half Kittypet cat that I didn't even know about! How old are you? Thirty moons? Twenty five? In between there somewhere? That would make you the perfect age… great, pathetic wimp… but it all could be a coincidence, you may know some other cat named Darme, probably don't even know about Leeky or Cami-Camilia or whatever her name is…"
Heh, get out of WindClan! Pestilence.

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I fail at muse now D: sorry! xD

[mehl]

There it was, Feathertail knew this female had once lived close or in the twolegs den. It was a hunch, but she knew it must be correct since the she-cat seemed to be a bit shaken when Feathertail mentioned Darme's name. When the she-cat confessed to knowing Darme, Feathertail leaned in expectantly, wanting to hear her clarify a kinship with Darme, a friend to Darme, whatever! Feathertail listened to the she-cats speech on Darme, nodding curtly at what she said and parting her lips in hope of finding a good response to the she-cat's words. She could'nt find any, but managed to say in an almost reasuring tone, with the hints of despair vanishing, "Your not like Darme, if you wondering if you are, and I'm not kin to her... Im the daughter of Camilia and an unknown Windclan cat; Im basically a mistake in Clan life, right?"

She needed closure on wether she was wasting her time in trying to find a clan because of her back-ground, she looked at the she-cat and shook her head pleadingly. Oh, she could'nt let this she-cat rip her hopes up, she'd find a different Windclan cat if this one did'nt accept her; maybe she'd have luck with a different cat, yeah... Her breath was frantic, she was desperate for a clan, it was so visible that Feathertail was suprised the she-cat did'nt step back in disgust. Her thoughts were shattered as the she-cat used Leeky's name, she did'nt know a cat named Leeky. She would'nt show it though, she'd just try going wide-eyed and nod; lying, basically. The she-cat wanted her age, and she immediatly went ahead and said, "twenty-eight moons, Im sure," She did'nt understand why the female seemed to want to know, she just looked at her again. Starclan help them both.

"So, you know Darme, I know Darme...," Feathertail hunched over and coughed, she hated the sound but knew it was necessary for herself, her mother had told her she had a "special" sort of breathing habit... she never heard another thing about it, just that she had to cough whenever it came upon her. Feathertail flicked her tail absently, and continued, "You must've been a kittypet, then," She added quietly to herself, "Then its possible..." She hoped the she-cat did'nt hear her, it might have been offending in a way. Feathertail lumbered over to the stream frantically and took a short sip, she had been parched from speaking so cautiously... and actually speaking in general.

OOC: Sorry its a bit short and hasty, I've been a bit stressed over some thigns... Ill try getting on as much as I can though

[target]

[/color] she spat mockingly at the she-cat.
"I'm no kittypet, and you're no Clancat," she hissed scowling at Feathertail. She grunted and flicked her tail awkwardly.
"You're not like darme, you're not like darme, if you're wondering, you're not like darme…" she muttered in a cold mocking voice. Her vivid range of motions changed from a short pace from left to right, to a flicking of her tail in a battle stance. It was obvious what she was thinking, weather she was going to tare the she-cats head off or if she was going to let her run away. She wasn't even sure that she didn't want to invite the cat into WindClan.

A mistake in Clan life, right?

"Yes you are a "mistake" to them… to those miserable bums that called me a waist of time," she mewed sighing. It was obvious by now that Targetdove was lightening up to the she-cat. She wasn't as defensive, though she still stood in the most threatening way a cat of her height could, and she even lifted her ears from the flat top of her head.

"Targetdove," she hissed. That was her name she figured that she'd just about told her entire life story to the stupid thing in front of her, so why not her name. It was the last shred of information that the she-cat wouldn't have been able to figure out on her own, and that would never help her either way even if she did use her name like a battering ram to get into WindClan. Her reflective eyes traveled over the cat's pelt, staring her down from every which way. She was more of a WindClan cat than even Targetdove herself was, and it showed in her bone structure.

Targetdove was a short, low to the ground, and bulky cat. She had layers of thick ThunderClan-like fur and loads of the power needed to swim across the river. She had many deep depressions in her skin, and scars that shone white with proper lighting and looked much like a ragged ShadowClan cat. The one clan she didn't have was WindClan, the rugged she-cat was not tall, she was not pretty, she was not fast or swift, and she was not the lightest foot in the forest.

Targetdove was done talking now. She was done listening and she was done hearing even her own voice. She was never a fan of talking, but she had always seemed to do the most of it, weather it was defending the clan that wouldn't defend her, or if it was talking about how horrible some cats were. She was the one trapped inside the little glass box and blabbering her mouth away like a Twoleg mother and her friend. She'd never leave if it weren't up to her, and she'd stay and talk a cat's face off rather than tearing it like most cats would- and they'd take about the same amount of time too. She flicked her tail and pointed in the direction of the WindClanners noble camp. The camp closest to moonpool, to starclan! The WindClan camp that was guarded at the time, covered with cat's that could easily tare Feathertail to bits without any warrior training in the slightest.

She listened as the cat coughed and then she opened her mouth for the final time.

"I will not stop you, but I will not guide you any further then telling you where it is. Be on your toes and ask to speak to Rainstar right away. If my name comes up, we're both likely to be back at the horse farm with any other cat but her."

Targetdove was very unsure about allowing this cat in. She was nowhere near an asset to the clan. What could she do? Being almost thirty moons she was going to be placed as an apprentice and have to go until forty moons before she was able to become a warrior. She would be scorned until nearly her eightieth moon, and she would get not much peace there after. Targetdove herself was over thirty four moons, had been with the clan since her kit-hood and still had cats who looked at her with a glare from the side of their eyes. She shook her head and sat down… she would wait to see if this cat had any questions, or even comments about her that she could gladly kill her over and get the worry away from herself.[/font][/blockquote]



[I'm sorry my posts suck so much. If it weren't such a busy school year and I actually had time to sitdown and look over these posts, I would have something more that you could actually respond to D: ][/blockquote][/ul]

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A sudden pang of despair hit her like a claw digging into her belly. She cringed slightly, drawing back from her stargazing and looking at Targetdovve wistfully with a pain in her eyes. Suddenly, they glittered brightly and she jumped up, coming closer to the she-cat, her face full of worry and excitment. "I'm not like Darme, thats right! I am a mistake to nearly every cat I know! I am a cat nonthless, a humble cat that thinks herself unworthy but still tries to find a home in these clans!" Feathertail was breathless when she finished, her eyes shining in a fierce display as she looked at Targetdove. She said with awe in her voice,"Targetdove... what a name!" She paused and rolled the name on her tongue and made another shudder of glee,"What a name it is! So pointed yet deadly," She claws at the ground beneath her and crouched down, looking at Targetdove like a kit prepared to fend off a fox.

Feathertail's eyes grew wide as she listened to Targetdove give her slight instruction on... maybe joining? Feathertail gasped and grinned from ear tip to ear tip, her fangs showing. She felt hyped up, ready for anything. Her sudden energy propelled her to be braver and fiercer than her average self. She said,"Rainstar... Is'nt the 'star' what they put in their name to show they're a leader?" Feathertail beamed in a rowdy display of hope that her guess was correct. She'd heard of the 'star' part of a name with her mother and that it showed high rank, so it must've meant leader, right? Feathertail puffed her chest up and waited with an unusual display of hope and pride. Feathertail was usually a meek cat, one who had'nt a care if she were right or wrong, yet, she felt compelled to prove herself to Targetdove. In fact, it was all she was thinking about.

Her ears flicked to the sound of the stream running by as if the event beside it was no big deal. It was a big deal to Feathertail though and she felt like chastising the stream for not noticing it. Feathertail frowned, feeling silly for thinking such a thing. She quickly switched her childish thoughts to Targetdove. She was in a threatning position as before; it seemed a bit lightened up though, which made Feathertail smile briefly. Her body was nearly the complete opposite of hers, with a short frame and bulky set of legs tight packed with muscle. She looked enviously on, craving greedily for the muscles the she-cat Targetdove had. Feathertail lifted her chin up a notch and murmered,"I'm gonna try and join your clan," It was quiet yet it had a hint of defiance in it, as if she would'nt be cast down by Targetdove's following comment if it were to be negative. "I don't care what happens, I want to be like my father!"

OOC`` It's fine! My posts a bit jumbled up but I'm allowed on the compy now so I'll be on your posts quick!