__VOLATILE {Scarredstar / OPEN}

[Kathryn]

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=291d0f] Jet mist drifted around the blizzard-stricken clearing in which the colossal ebony Warrior placed his thick paws. Around him, not even birds sang, not even the wind blew. Fire hungrily lapped at his body, burning him, singing his fur to embers, and he leapt up onto a rock to watch what was going on. Normally a cat would be running for the hills at the sight of fire, but not Raggedclaws. Absently, the tom stood, fearless, brave, and craving for battle. Golden irises scanned the fiery pit around him, and he snorted, turning around to walk off. Pain still tore through his skin, but it didn’t seem to bother him; as if he couldn’t feel it, or as if he were just unresponsive to the tormenting feeling there. As he turned, however, a grey face stared back at him. Green eyes locked with his furious golden ones, and a sneer appeared on the face of the cat. Blinking, as if he weren’t even surprised to see the newcomer, Raggedclaws didn’t even speak, but merely slammed him out of the way and sent him crashing down toward the rocks. “Now now, nameless tom, don’t you want to see your dear little Adopted Daughter again? What was her name now...?” Something within Raggedclaws was growing; a feeling that he’d not felt in a long time. One that felt different from when he had been shouted at by his Clanmates; this wasn’t mere annoyance or anger. It wasn’t fear, or joy, or sadness, or amusement. Darkening, his eyes sharpened into slits, and his lips curled back, revealing a murderous set of blood-lusting fangs. Still, the cat continued to taunt him, and the fire seemed to grow more intense, blazing higher and higher until it seemed to engulf the sky. Thrusting his face into Raggedclaws, he continued with the taunts, until suddenly... Raggedclaws let out a bestial roar, sending the tom scuttling back as a claw slashed murderously toward his face. Thunder rung in his ears as he collided with the rock, and Raggedclaws wasted no time in ramming the cat with his shoulder, then biting down into his throat and sending him spinning into the fire. Yowling with rage, the tom leapt toward the ebony tom, aiming a swipe at his throat, but his paw became tangled in his thick fur, and Raggedclaws knocked the cat to the ground, spraying up dust beneath him. “You are dead,” he snarled venomously, his lips peeled back as he lunged toward the tom. “You hear me? I’ll tear out your throat!” And the tom did just that, sending blood spraying across the land, and somehow it extinguished the fire to reveal the AspenClan camp. Gazing around, his golden irises blazed with pure rage – an emotion that was extremely volatile to Raggedclaws. Suddenly the tom woke up, yowling with white-hot fury, and lashed out, scoring his claws across a nearby den. Instantly it was destroyed, the structure leaning under it’s own weight before it crashed down onto itself in a pile of rubble and jagged debris. Towering over the fallen den stood Raggedclaws, his back arched menacingly, his fur spiking up on end that over doubled his size. Spitting with rage, his curved claws worked at the ground, and he heard the sound of paws around him, coming to see what had happened. The first two to arrive were Horizon and Crystal – his Adopted Daughter and a lion cub that he had taken under his paws, both standing in stunned silence a short distance away. If any cat approached the tom now, there’d be blood to pay. OoC; Word Count; 600 Tags; Raggedclaws, Crystal, Horizon, Rage, Nightmare. Post Synopsis; Raggedclaws is taunted in a dream, where fire claims the AspenClan camp, by an unnamed tom. After hearing enough, he finally snaps and murders the cat brutally, and wakes up, only to destroy the already weakened Medicine Cat's Den. Now he is standing over it, his fur bristling, appearing twice his normal size, enraged and extremely dangerous to those around him. Raggedclaws's is shown that when he is pushed too far, his emotions and actions become dangerously volatile. Would you care to approach the tom, or attempt to settle him down? Doing Speaking Thinking "Your Character talking"

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

i'm always in this twilight

the stars, the moon, they've all been blown out

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! It was quiet...dusk filtered hazily through dark leaves, dappling the ground rich dark colours of earths. Scarredstar felt peaceful, lying in the shade, relaxing...but he heard a sound, and looked up, ears perked. The footfalls were familiar, but so lost to him now. Could it really be...? A flash of a familiar dappled coat. "Mottledfoot...?" He whispered, but his voice didn't sound like his own. It sounded very far away, as though he were underwater, as though it were another cat talking and not himself. It was unnerving, but even his emotions felt separate, and the anxiety touched him only barely, like a leaf brushing his grey fur. The peace was constricting him. He felt no real fear or anxiety or anger or pain, but he felt almost nothing at all. The moment he realized this, he could feel his senses rushing back. It was as though his head had broken the surface of a tumultuous river; sound roared in his ears, dust filled his nose... It took a moment for him to realize that he was no longer dreaming. With a start, he launched out of his den, claws unsheathed and fur bristling. The dust had come from the medicine cat den, where Raggedclaws stood stiffly. The structure was mostly rubble at this point, crushed by fallen rocks. A few other cats stood around, stunned into silence. Scarredstar spotted Littlewhisker's mostly-white pelt in the crowd. His patience snapped in two like a dried twig. Raggedclaws had been a thorn in his pelt for some time now. The massive tom was a brute, believing himself above the entire Clan just for his strength. He had no respect for his Clan! A snarl twisted his mangled face. "RAGGEDCLAWS!" he yowled. A couple of apprentices standing near him bolted away, startled. He stalked towards the tom, who, though much larger than him, was nothing compared to the fury twisting the leader's expression. "Have you no respect for this Clan!?" he spat, ears laid back, eye narrowed. "Your brute strength doesn't give you license to ruin everything in the camp, you mousebrain!" Though he wasn't as big and towering as Raggedclaws, Scarredstar was certainly something formidable. His torn and damaged face did nothing more than make him look even more fearsome, and his long dusty-grey fur fluffed up in utter rage. Littlewhisker yowled her agreement from the other side of the big tom, but Scarredstar swiftly silenced her with a glance. He was fond of his sister, but he was a leader, and this was something he should handle on his own. "Since you're so much stronger than everyone else," he growled, "It'll be your job to repair the medicine cat's den. Not only that, but it will be your duty to replace any herbs you've ruined! A warrior that throws his weight around should only be trusted with apprentice duties." 480 WORDS , RAGGEDCLAWS , MAD SCARREDSTAR IS MAD!

table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0

[brackengaze]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] Crouching low the apprentice focused on each paw step, how his tail remained above the earth, straight. Narrowing his deep blue gaze he studied the rabbit as it searched for food beneath the trees, probably looking for seeds. It would be a good meal for the clan. Once close enough he launched noticing that the rabbit shot out as well, landing his swiftly shifted his weight darting after it catching it smoothly and ending its life. Thanking Starclan as taught he looked down at the meal, wondering why it felt ridiculous to thank Starclan for the meal. They had allowed him to catch the prey, hadn't they? Or had it been his own skill as the Dark Forest cats preached. Shaking his head to remove the thoughts he pushed forward, picking up the rabbit and walking almost normally with it between his legs back towards camp. The tom paused at the enterance just in time to watch Scarredstar leap from his den and confront Raggedclaws. HIs blue gaze followed to the scene, the mostly crumpled medicine cat den. Looks like Raggedclaws had lost his temper again, rolling his eyes boredly he picked up the rabbit, trotting into camp as he dropped it on the fresh kill pile. The tom waited, hearing out Scarredstar's punishment, and his ears pricked at that. What about his training?! Seapaw was so close to his warrior ceremony, he could taste it. Growling in annoyance he felt his claws slip into the earth gripping it as if he were about to strike. Why did his mentor have to be such a mousebrain? Why couldn't he have controlled himself long enough to get Seapaw through his training. His mouth opened, about to say something when he noticed the.. lion cub? What in Starclan's name was a lion cub doing in the territory? How did it even get here? Was that what was taking his mentors time from him? Anger rose in Seapaw like a fire, that lion cub being the kindling needed to get it going into a wildfire. Crouching he felt his muscles bunch, ready to launch himself at the annoying lion, ready to rip her face off for taking his tim. For taking his warrior ceremony from him. A growl rose in his throat, wondering how much damage he could put into the cub before Raggedclaws stopped him. It did appear his traitorous mentor was friends with the cub, allowing it to remain so close. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"