Memories

[Smokeleaf]

Upon hearing her kit race down the tunnels, Gingernose lifted her head and scanned the area. "Sunkit!" she called again. "You need to come here and stay here! Where are you?"

Eternalstorm sighed as he watched Sunkit race away. He was truly hoping for a bit more excitement. If he wasn't going to try again, he should at least thank them for their help, or act snarky and deny them all. He didn't need to go running.
He directed his attention back to Molten, who seemed to be inhaling some small animal she had caught. He narrowed his eyes, studying her actions. What was she doing? Whatever it was, it was grotesque, with blood sticking to her whiskers and flesh hanging from her jaws. His stomach flip-flopped and he fought the urge to get sick. He tried to avoid her stare when she returned.

Roantail was just as disturbed, but he tried to understand. She had lived her entire life away from the volcano, and her actions were instinctive. She had to eat to survive, and it was simple as that. Still, he knew BlazeClan cats were not allowed to eat, and was astounded that she blatantly disobeyed the rules in front of the Eternal. He hemmed to show his disapproval.
"I'm not much aware of the customs of the other Clans," Roantail replied. "The only time I ever see them is at the Eclipse, and few are worth talking to. If there is any difference, it is because we are strong and loyal to our ancestors, while they don't know where their loyalties lie." He glanced down at Rustpaw, hoping he was learning.

[Molten]

(( Lol, this is the best roleplay post ever xD))

The mole hardly filled Molten's belly, but hey, if she didn't eat it, she'd die! It was good enough. She'd rather eat moles for the rest of her life than die! Molten looked around, and watched the disgusted faces on her Clanmates. She was filled with laugher as well as nervousness.

Molten stared at Roantail with a confused look after he spoke. "What are you talking about? I was just hungry! What do you have against EATING!!??" Molten asked, and emphasized the word
'eating' to make Roantail sound not-as-smart. Molten's voice got louder and louder as she spoke. Her tail thrashed harder and harder as well.
She continued, angrily, "All animals EAT! Moles do, birds do, plants do, cats do.. I mean... SHOULD. If they didn't eat, they'd get so skinny that you could see their bones. Like, LITERALLY. Every part of their body would look a little bit like my paw. And we'd get killer headaches. And then we'd die. I bet you guys DO eat, but you want me to die!"
Molten got her claws ready to attack at this thought. She put her burned paw in front of her good paw, for a threatening appearance. It's skin was burned away to only one thin layer left, so you could see her bones move whenever she sheathed or unsheathed her claws. Very painful looking!Her skin was blackened from the lava burning it. Soot covered the bottom of her paw where the paw pad should be. Yep, that's threatening, yet disgusting, but who cares if the Pelts of this odd Clan thought she was the most disgusting thing ever? They aren't the smartest, so it balances out!

[Smokeleaf]

Eternalstorm narrowed his eyes, glaring at the she-cat. As strong as she could be for the Clan, she was short-tempered, and he would not stand for that. His gaze lingered for a second longer, then he spun around and padded back to his den. As much as he liked this excitement, he couldn't let the Flaming Eternal see her spate of anger; they would be upset.

Roantail stared in disbelief. He, too, thrashed his tail, working up the courage to defend himself. Seeing her unsheathed claws and burnt paw didn't make it any easier.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't say a word about your habits! But perhaps I should have! It is BlazeClan custom not to eat, and I would suggest not undermining them in front of the Eternal, unless you'd like to face the wrath of our ancestors." He continued to glare at her, and his blood boiled at her challenge. Thouroughly angered, he mimicked her stance and unsheathed his claws. "Fight if you want, but I'm a loyal BlazeClan pelt, and I know the Flaming Eternal will give me the strength to beat you! I'd reccomend putting your claws away before we discover I'm right."

[Molten]

Molten laughed a bit. "Right... How many fights did you have in your life? Do you know any fighting moves? I learned mine from Clan cats, snakes, wolves... So I know quite a few," she meowed. She doubted this cat would actually fight. It was against the BlazeClan rules, anyway, so he probably never fought before and didn't know how. "At least I can escape this deathtrap," she mumbled to herself. Before even thinking of fighting, she looked around at the cats surrounding her. All tricking her into death. Without eating, you'll starve. Without fighting, you'll die because you couldn't defend yourself against an enemy. Without talking, you can't tell the other Pelts that you're hungry or thirsty, or beaten up, so you'll die. She wondered why Roantail was even talking. Molten shot a sinister glare at him. "I'm too smart for this mouse-brain," she grumbled. Her mouth curled into some sort of smile.

Rustpaw watched Molten, interested. 'Her paw is so cool-looking!' he thought, 'and she is so threatening! I want to be cool and threatening like her!' He couldn't help it, he just leaped in front of Molten and started bugging her. "How did your paw get so cool? And how do you know all of these words!? And what's a mouse-brain?" he blurted out.

Molten lowered her body and struck her good paw at Roantail, but instead her attack hit Rustpaw, who blocked the way. She ignored his questions, and her claws raked him in the face. Blood oozed from these cuts. At least it'll be proof to Sunkit that he's tough enough for this! Molten jumped back, shocked. "Why are you here!?" she spat, and sheathed her claws back in. You could see her finger bones slightly going upwards and her claws tucked into her skin. She looked at Rustpaw's bloody face. Her claw marks were deep! 'I should've done that to Roantail!' Molten thought. Rustpaw stuttered.. "I-its okay.." It actually hurt like crazy. He never felt pain before in a long time, and it felt so wierd. But this is probably what Sunkit felt all the time. Rustpaw's blood ran down his face, slowly, but he just licked it off. He rarely even needed to use his tongue, but now he was glad he had it.

Rustpaw was scared but exited... his first scar! And in a very noticable place. It started near his left eye and went in diagonal lines. The lines stopped at his muzzle. Sunkit would be so impressed, and maybe not even call him a she-he anymore!

[Smokeleaf]

ooc: Holy crow... I have no idea how to respond to that...


Roantail must have jumped at least a tail-length in the air. He gaped in horror at the blood spilling from his apprentice's face, and the look of confusion on the attacker's. The doubt in his gut was strong, but the sense to prove himself was stronger, and combined with the need for revenge and his loyalty to the Flaming Eternal, he knew he could win.
"Get back!" he screeched, quickly shifting his weight until he found a suitable stance. He took a few uncomfortable steps forward and prayed he looked as intimidating as she did. He snarled a bit, just for show, and then after one final prayer--I call upon my fearsome ancestors to guide my paws and meet my marks--he pounced.


ooc: Sorry, short post. Where is Goldfire in all of this? ( =

[Molten]

Molten jumped back, startled by Roantail's voice. Then she fixed her eyes on that strange tom. She noticed those few uncomfortable steps Roantail took. 'Poser,' Molten insulted him in her mind. Unfortunetly, Roanttail had the Flaming Eternal, while Molten.. believed in.. nobody. Molten watched as he prayed... how come StarClan cats never did this? Or did they? Molten's upper lips went up, as if escaping the threatening snarl coming deep inside her throat. Molten thought of coyotes at the moment. She admired their power. She saw a coyote fight before... Maybe she should mimic them.

Rustpaw wiped away the blood from his face with his paw, then let his eyes widen into olives. His pupil widened until his eyes resembled a solar eclipse. He wanted to find out what fighting was like. He looked around, making sure there were boulders around. Why? Because after he sees the fighting moves these cats use, he'll practice them himself.

[Smokeleaf]

Roantail watched her closely, wondering if he should strike first. When he was an apprentice, he had been taught a few battle moves, but that was a long time ago and he was out of practice. After all, they'd never had to fight before--why should he remember everything? As far as he knew, no cat truly knew how to fight any more. He had even debated teaching it to his apprentice.
Now, he wished he could remember everything. He knew Rustpaw was watching him, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself. His eyes flickered this way and that, studying every twitch and spasm on the she-cat, knowing full well she was experienced. With every movement she made, he mirrored her. Hopefully his version of the contrapposto would be enough.

[Molten]

Molten's tail thrashed harder and harder, thumping the ground vicously. She lunged to Roantail, letting go of her grip on the ground. It felt so good to soar through the air in the few seconds between being on the ground and killing some cat. Why couldn't she have done this earlier? She put all of her weight on her front paws, which were aiming at Roantail's throat. She dug her claws into his fur, trying to sink her claws into his veins. A few specks of soot fell off of her claws. Soon he'll be dead, Molten thought. She had killed many cats, and she'd already used this move like, gazillion times. Lets face it, Molten is a killer. That's what she did for a living.

Rustpaw stared in awe. Whoa.. Molten's fighting skills were amazing! He was worried if she was going to be dumped into the lava as a punishment... Rustpaw didn't want that to happen! She was just so interesting!

[Smokeleaf]

At the sight of the furious she-cat barreling toward him--claws outstretched, teeth gnashing--Roantail knew he had made a terrible mistake. Relying on instincts, he crouched and tried to brace himself. It was two seconds too late. Her claws slipped right past the coating of ash and through his fur, meeting his skin and causing terrible pain. His flesh was slashed open, and his own warm blood pooled on the ground. Gasping, he pulled himself back onto his feet and tried to balance himself. Flaming Eternal or not, his pride would get the better of him, and he knew he could not let her win. Releasing a final screech, he lunged forward and braced himself for impact.

His caterwaul did not go unnoticed. Eternalstorm shot upright (he had decided to take a small snooze in his den), panting and glancing all around him as if he didn't know where he was. Every muscle in Gingernose's bright red body tensed and her heart skipped a beat. Please, let nothing have happened to my Sunkit! Even Rowanfur, stranded in the prison, was a bit stunned at the muffled cry, and blinked confusedly before quickly returning his attention to the she-cat before him.

[Molten]

Molten ignored the other cats, right now, all she cared about was satisfying herself. Sure, she'd regret that later on, but Molten didn't care right now. She fighted the "good' voices in her head. Molten was horrible at making descisions because her mom died too early. When Roantail lunged at her, she twisted her body, not wanting her face, spine or neck to be hurt. Instead, her side got hurt. Ignoring the pain, Molten bent her neck and grabbed Roantail's throat with her teeth. "I hope that'll kill him," she thought. She could hear the blood pulsing in her ears. Her anger was out of control.

(( Sorry about the EXTREEEMEEELLLYYY short post! It's better than nothing though, right?Oh and its also a late post lol.. Poor Roantail ))

[Smokeleaf]

Roantail screeched as her cool fangs slid through his flesh. He'd only witnessed one thing like this before, and it was only through sight: a leaf, blown in from the outside world, being devoured by the boiling lava without warning. She seemed so capable in the art of warfare; his lunges were jagged and missed their marks, while hers were simple and smooth and precise. But envy was not on his mind; nor were compliments; his only thoughts, as he lay in a pool of his own blood, was to prove himself.
Standing up was not an easy task, particularly not with the speed he knew he needed, but somehow he managed to get to his feet and crouch. His balance was weak and flimsy. His paws could fly out from under him at any given moment. His claws were not his strength, and neither were his teeth. Clearly, he did not have the education to perform the same skilled movements she had mastered. He would have to rely on brute force alone. She was the smaller cat, though not by much, and he hoped as he stared her down that those few small pounds could make a difference. The lava churned nearby, boiling with splurts of heat and sparks. Clearly "Molten" was not the cat for his Clan; the look in her eyes was one of murder, and he was not willing to chance it. If he could use whatever weight and strength he had, he might just be able to push her into the lava stream and be done with her.
Of course, he might very likely go down with her. But with the Clan at stake, those were the risks you had to take. With a final prayer, he pounced yet again.

[Molten]

Molten let go of the grip on Roantail's neck as he got up. Its amazing how they were about to become friends... well its too late now!

In these few moments of no fighting, she stepped back and tried to catch her breath. It felt wierd for the cat not to fight back. But of course, this is a BlazeClan cat, so it's against their little religious laws to fight. This Clan has the dumbest laws ever in Molten's opinion. You have to eat or else you'd have no energy, and you'd die. You have to drink water too! And last of all, it's an instinct to fight. "These BlazeClan cats think their so tough, but I bet these cats wouldn't last a day outside the volcano," Molten thought, "I bet even the wimpy TimberClan cats are stronger than them!"

Molten notice the stare Roantail made... She wondered if he'd ever fight. She bent her legs, lying down on her stomach.. still staring at Roantail's eyes. The lava slowly drained the energy she gained from eating that mole earlier. And this is when she first started to notice it. Just as Molten's eyes started forcing themself shut, and Molten was about to either faint or sleep, Roantail pounced, and he landed on her neck.

Molten screamed in shock, drawing tons of attention! The sound was amplified as it bounced on some surrounding boulders. Rustpaw trotted back in their direction., hungry for more exitement, and mewed, "What happened!?" Sunkit followed behind. And Roantail was right in front of her. Molten panicked, and then realized the cats surrounding her. She was sorta loopy.. was she getting high on lava? Or maybe it was the fact that she got attacked in the neck. "Go away!" she shrieked. She was starting to get dizzy. She lifted herself up and ran away. Just randomly running, not sure where she was going. She dodged igneous rocks that were in her way. Her running started getting slower and slower until she could hardly breathe, then she just fainted in the tunnels, surrounded by rocks, far from the lava.

[Smokeleaf]

"I got her!"
Roantail froze, completely in shock at his great fortune. He hadn't exactly hurt her, but he had managed to clip her neck, and that was more than he anticipated! All thoughts of the blood drying on his matted fur slipped away as he began to silently celebrate....
Until she started running.
"Come back here!" he shouted, rearing up on his hind legs. Had he taken a moment to be himself, he may have noticed her woozy eyes, or the stagger of her legs as she barreled aimlessly through the volcano. Unfortunately, Roantail had not been Roantail since the start of the fight; now, he was a Pelt. A bloodthirsty, warring Pelt with flailing claws and bared teeth. Pelts did not care for their victims--only Roantail would have. So instead of calling out to her, offering to help her, he pursued her like prey. Lava lapped at the tunnels, blood pounded in his ears, and the adrenaline burned in his chest. He would not win by default.

[Molten]

When she woke up, she was still a little loopy. She lost some memory. Now she had to learn the rules of the Clan all over again. She remembered most of them at first, but she didnt follow them. But now she has an exuse. If she knew what was going on, she'd be very frusterated, thinking, "Those cats made me lose a ton of my brain cells!" But she couldn't remember anything. Hopefully she would gain her memory back soon.

She walked around, dizzy and off-balance. With every breath she took, she inhaled some soot and got even dizzer. She never really noticed that the soot made her sick. It was slowly killing her, and invading her lungs. Her body was not used to it. And now her body has to heal the wound on her neck. Now not only it she emotionally and mentally overwhelmed, but she's also physicly overwhelmed. Maybe she would explode.

[Smokeleaf]

Roantail rounded the corner, his long tail streaming after him as he prepared to fight. He did not look to see if he was being followed; his only concern was with victory. That she-cat would pay for [whatever the heck started the fight].
Suddenly, he stopped, and his spirit faded just as quickly as it had appeared. It was not coincidence, however, that he noticed the poor she-cat lying limp in the corner; her pain brought back the cat inside the warring body, and now, Roantail was once again at peace.
He took a few cautious steps forward, his mouth slightly ajar. How badly was she hurt? She wasn't....? He couldn't even think the word, for his heart seemed to slow from the guilt of murder. To his relief, however, she stirred, and he quickly ducked back into the tunnel's bend to watch in secrecy. Molten appeared to be pacing, perhaps recounting the battle. Her face showed fury, but also confusion, and possibly malice. The combination nearly made him sick.
After a moment, he stuck a paw out and looked at her ruefully.
"Molten?" he called gingerly. "Molten, are you alright?"