∙A Day's Wait∙

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A massive spotted male cat padded down the sidewalk in open air, giving not one glance to the monsters that whizzed past on the Thunderpath, their Twolegs yelling at other Twolegs and their colorful monsters. On any other day, these fights might have been amusing to Briar, the violence and occasional Twoleg storming out of his car angry at the other Twoleg for bumping his monster and injuring it. But today Briar was focused, walking around the last Thunderpath until he could scent the open air that blew in from the territory where the clan cats lived. His claws flexed automatically, how he hated them, and wished her could find more cats to which he could distribute and share his hatred. So far, he had found none, but giving up determination was nothing of his sort. There was no such thing as hope, so he didn’t rely on it at all.
Then a monster sped up from behind him, and veered over, hitting the signpost right in front of the cat and leaping up onto the sidewalk. The monster let out one last hiss and a puff of steam before becoming still, its head bashed up. Briar let out a hiss of annoyance and spat,
“Stupid Twolegs can’t control their own monsters!”
An angry Twoleg threw crawled out of the monster and slammed its side back on, yowling. Briar padded around him and his Twoleg, hissing, and then continued his walk down the street.

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[Fernpaw]

A scarred, dust brown-grey tabby sat under a large tree next to the foul smelling Thunderpath glaring out at the world. He hated everything, from the tree with its massive bare limbs reaching for the sky like a skeleton to the blade of grass on which clung a bug. Angrily the tom reached out with a fore paw and smashed the bug. To finish the job he unsheathed his claws and shredded the long unkempt grass until he was satisfied.

A small smile twitched at the corner of his lips as he gazed at the destruction with satisfaction, but the feeling soon left him. There was nothing to do and no one to bother or fight. Life was always so boring these days since the prey began to become scarce and the bugs were becoming fewer and fewer.

Feeling restless the tom stood up and stretched his limbs separately. With that chore finished he started off stiffly for the Clan territories, perhaps there would be someone there he could bother, the tom thought. A malicious smile spread across Fang's face at the thought, how he hated those stupid Clan cats! It was all their fault anyway. They were the reason why he had to fight for everything, move almost daily to find a place to sleep, the reason why he was all alone, the reasons for which he could blame the Clan cats where numerous; in short they were the ones that had screwed up his life.

The sound of brakes and then the crunching of metal startled the tom and made his fur stand on end. He whirled around ready to fight the beast that was so close to him. Fang sheathed his claws and relaxed when he saw that the monster had already been defeated. The twoleg thing had run into a sign post.

The tom watched as the twoleg got out of the belly of the monster and began to yowl at the tom who walked right around the dead monster and its angry twoleg. Fang was about to walk away from the crash when it finally clicked in his mind that there was cat walking in his direction. Fang glanced at the approaching tom to see if this stranger was worth bothering with. Deciding he was not entirely sure the tom turned around and kept walking, but this time at a much slower pace to see if the stranger ever caught up.

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Briar yawned and stalked away from the crash, his eyes narrowed and keeping lookout for any other crazy monsters that might veer his way. Then a flash of movement caught his slitted eye, another cat. By the scent he could tell it was male. Could it be a clan cat? No, those wimpy things didn't dare venture out here, especially with Briar on the loose to pick the lone ones off. He flexed his muscles that he had inherited from his saber-tooth tiger ancestors. This cat was another rogue, just like himself.

He padded over to the smaller cat and looked down, he was just a few inches taller. This cat was bigger than the rest, he was usually a few heads taller than some. His eyes narrowed and he said, "You're not a kittypet, and your pelt tells me that your too tough to be a Clan cat or a loner." He sniffed, and then his face twisted in disgust, "You smell that scent? That wretched odor that's drifting in to poison your nose? That, my friend, is the stink of the Clans, and may they all die or plague for all I care!"

He smiled, showing rows of sharp teeth, and then added, "Excuse me, how impolite. Briar, if you please." He bowed, keeping his eyes on the other male, and then brought his neck back up. It might be a little strange, his welcoming, but it was the way he'd always done it, and if this tom didn't like it, he wouldn't be the first.

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[Fernpaw]

Fang stopped when the larger tom stopped next to him. He waited while the tom looked him over and evidently approved of what he saw of the battle scarred tom. Before the tabby could open his mouth the spotted cat let her rip!

"You're not a kittypet, and your pelt tells me that your too tough to be a Clan cat or a loner. You smell that scent? That wretched odor that's drifting in to poison your nose? That, my friend, is the stink of the Clans, and may they all die or plague for all I care!"

Fang was about to reply to the cat, but again was cut off before he could so much as take a breath.

"Excuse me, how impolite. Briar, if you please."

Fang merely grunted, which was his way of acknowledging the cat's presence. The cat watched as the tom dipped his large head toward the smaller male. I wonder if they cat grew up with Clan customs too, he thought, but instantly pushed them away. He wanted nothing to do with those pieces of fox dung!

Fang looked at Briar with what one could call respect, but in Fang's case it was only recognition that the two had something in common, for one reason or another they both detested those stinking clan cats! Deciding to take a chance Fang offered up his name to Briar. "I'm Fang, and what exactly did you have in mind for those mangy furballs anyway?"

A ripple of excitement passed down the tom's spine. Fang flexed his ragged claws feeling that whatever this cat said meant a battle, or at least he hoped so anyway. A faint smile made the older cat's whiskers twitch. It had been a while since he had paid a visit to the Clan that lived by the stream and marsh. "Why don't we pay a visit to those stubborn RiverClan kitties who think themselves superior because they can swim." His openness to this stranger really surprised Fang, but he would deal with that problem later, right now he was on the verge of happiness, or at least what passed for it any way.

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An evil smile crept its way onto the large tom’s face, adrenalin now pulsing through his veins. He slit his orbs at Fang's idea at the Riverclan cats, and he hissed his pleasure. Blinking his amber slits, he focused on the older cat and flattened his ears. Gritting his teeth in anger at the Clan Cats he said coolly,

"At this very moment I am cooking up a plot to steal a few brainless kits and raise and recruit,” he paused. ‘Kill the ones who stand in my way.’ he snickered to himself and continued, “--a league of cats to kill.”

He paused, waiting for Fangs reply. He wouldn't spill everything out yet, not in case this cat was to refuse the offer, and of course, every cat joined Briar if they had any common sense. The ones who refused usually ended up in a fight, and they couldn't turn back. Briar unsheathed his claws and scraped the pavement underneath them, leaving claw marks faintly in the ground.
The smile never left his face as he turned back to Fang. This cat was similar to him, equally evil and perhaps his lust for blood was as well. The plan would succeed, and his life would go on, unlike the lives of the clans.

Ahhh Bloodclan… I will kill and destroy as you have, but unlike you, I will succeed, I always will…

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[Fernpaw]

Fang narrowed his eyes, but made no comment while the younger tom was speaking. Once Fang was sure he replied gruffly to Briar "I belong to no one. I hold my allegiance to non because none are worthy of it," the tom paused and waited for a reaction before continuing, "but perhaps I shall join your cause, as long as the only goal is to wipe out the mangy Clan cats."

Fang briefly considered ruling the forest, but then he would not be free to do as he pleased, when he pleased, instead he would have to guide the poor hapless souls that roamed these parts and the forest and that he had no taste for. "If you plan on ruling the forest and two-leg place then forget it, I do not live by any restrictions."

Fang bared his broken and yellowed teeth, but made no advancements on the tabby that sat beside him. Fang only used them to express his point, making it perfectly clear nothing was going to change his opinion. He sat in silence next to the other cat, waiting him to say something or do something for a few heartbeats, but when the cat did nothing the scarred tom stood up and walked toward the forest, he was ready to put the plan into action with or without Briar's help.

((I'm sorry this is late and that this post really is not all that great at all. :/ ))