Why Hello, [Robinstep]

MOTHSTORM
Come and get me

Mothstorm aimlessly stumbled into camp. Her pelt was ruffled; eyes crusted shut into slits; and many gashes and cuts randomly scattered her flesh. She gulped down whatever saliva was left in her throat. The little she-cat scanned the familiar Shadowclan tundra but only bittersweet remorse welcomed her. She'd never feel his fur; his touch; his scent. Those times were over.

After the affair she had blindly raced through the forest; her tears staining her vision. Thorns, brambles anything with a sharp point attempted to stop her; but she barged right through them. As if they weren't there. Nothing was there, she was still caught up in those amber eyes.

Mothstorm swallowed another onset of sobs; I'm not crying in camp. Instead she took her paw and tried to loosen the sticky, gooey gunk around her eyes. It came off but not without a fight. She blinked a few times, letting the sunlight sting her dry eyes. What do I do?

How was she supposed to go on with her life and watch Hawkeyes with another she-cat. At gatherings she'll be tortured; on patrols she'll be abused; and in camp? Only her self-pity will destroy her. Another she-cat. It wasn't fair, he had someone else to crawl to. After all this he would at least have someone to talk to; to cuddle; to love.

What about Mothstorm?

Her eyes caught a tabby pelt. It wasn't silver, nor did it have amber eyes. He was a slim, lanky tom with rich brown fur; and soft blue eyes. Robinstep. She bit her bottom lip, Your insane, you've never even talked to him.

"Robinstep." she called out. Instantly she snapped her jaws shut, her voice sounded hoarse; ugly. She cleared her throat and tried again, "Robinstep." This time it was her.

She smiled slightly and approached the older tom. Curling her tail slightly she meowed, "Want to go hunting?"

If Hawkeyes can have someone so can I.

ooc// Sorry I've been so inactive, but after final exams next week I shall be super active! ^-^ AS THE WISE GEORGE LOPEZ ONCE SAID; I got this! =P (Has been quoting that commercial all week)

Robinstep
Kid, you take life way too seriously.

Today was just one of those days. The sort of day that just makes you want to give up, to just curl up and sleep for a moon. She had been on his mind all morning, just out of the blue. He thought he got over it, but the same thought came again and again, and it frustrated him profusely; were his kits alright?

Smoothing his tabby pelt with his tongue, Robinstep got up from the shady spot where he sat and decided to check if the warrior's den was empty. He wanted a little time to himself, away from the hustle and bustle of camp. He hadn't spoken to a soul all day, and didn't plan to. So he was caught off gaurd by the hoarse mew that called his name suddenly. Who was that? It didn't sound like anyone he--oh. The mew came again, but more distinct. Mothstorm? What did she want? He never really was fond of the silver she-cat. She was always moping around these days, and sort of got on his nerves in a way he couldn't explain.

But as he glanced at her, not planning to reply, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in alarm. "Mothstorm?" he gasped, unable to hold his tongue. Normally, he would immediately ask. "Who did this to you?" or something of that nature, but this was just bizzare. Well, Mothstorm was a bizzare she-cat, so he shouldn't have been surprised. She was hardly recognizable to him. She looked a wreck.

Hunting, is she out of her mind? With conditions like this, what makes her think--- "Ok." Out of sheer impulse he replied. What was wrong with him today? Usually he thought clearly, accurately, and spoke with authority, but today his brain was mush. Oh well, he thought, stepping toward the she-cat, I guess we should increase hunting patrols with prey so scarce, and maybe...no, that's a selfish thought. "Let's go." And maybe, maybe Kori I'll find you.

MOTHSTORM
Come and get me

His reply caught her off guard. Usually Robinstep wasn't like this; she imagined more questions, or him demanding a reason. But there was none. Just a short, quick 'yes'. Mothstorm tried her best to smile; showcasing her gratitude. But it came out a lop-sided frown, laced with regret. Why did I have to leave him? Oh we could've ran away together! Her jaws tightened; she lifted her chin. I have to get over him. A bit too fake; a bit too much, Mothstorm purred loudly, hoarsely. "Thank you for accompanying me, it's means more than you can ever guess."

This whole concept was absurd; but lately things have been backwards. Since she were a little kit the dream was to become the best warrior in the clan. Then she went through apprenticeship. Most retched experience she could remember; but she learned something. She learned love. Then her dream shifted a bit; become the best warrior in the clan with a smoking hot tom at her side. Kits? Yes, she dreamed of the break. Somehow or another her dreams were swallowed and spit back up. And it was disgusting. A Thunderclan tom and a Shadowclan she-cat; absurd.

Robinstep was to make her feel normal. Perhaps it'd never amount to anything, but she'd be normal, right?

The lanky tom stepped forward, gesturing towards the camp's exit. Mothstorm briefly fidgeted her paws; scanned the camp; took a breath and followed. Hawkeyes was no more, he was nothing. Just a memory of some forgotten past. Today, this morning she'll start afresh. Sticking close to Robinstep's side she meowed quietly,

"Where do you want to hunt?" Her voice was quiet, filled with remorse. She knows she can't forget him. But Mothstorm will keep trying even if it eats her alive.

ooc// Bwaahh, I'm a fail member. -_- But I'm going to try and reply to everything today, and get involved again! Sorry. O.o

Robinstep
Kid, you take life way too seriously.

Face the cold reality Robinstep. Your mate and the kits you never knew are dead. They couldn't survive the leaf-bare alone. You knew it wouldn't work out. And here's a nice she-cat from your own clan, here to give you a normal clan life.

Robinstep was a tom that thought too much, too often, and too deeply. He couldn't help but be the tense, serious cat he was. Harsh reality was what always came to mind first, the spirit of love and imagination only just hitting him when he met her. But that was gone now, and the tabby was as cold as ever.

"Hunting is terrible right now," He responded gruffly. Mothstorm's pelt was uncomfortably close to his, but he didn't shrink away. It seemed she had a rough day judging by her appearance, so he attempted to make his voice softer. "But I guess it's best if we stay away from the Twoleg territory. Who knows what they're up to now. Are you ok with checking around the Thunderclan border?" It was logical to think that there would be prey there, but that was only part of the reason he wanted to go towards Thunderclan.

The small tom kept his pace even, not in a hurry. She didn't seem up for a race through the woods or anything, and for once neither was he. He decided to stray away from comments like, "What happened to you?" or "Are you alright?". It may have been personal, and not a matter he wanted to encroach on. But if she did show signs of being severely physically hurt, he'd start asking questions. Anything that hurt a fellow clan-mate was to be put to justice immediately.

MOTHSTORM
Come and get me

It felt good to have a masculine presence near her. All the aches and pains withered slightly just at the few touches and brushes. Mothstorm relaxed slightly, she didn't want to seem so helpless. How could she possibly win Robinstep over if she were dumping all of her petty problems on him? She had to act strong, confident, and complete. Lifting her chin she adjusted her eyes to the changing scenery. No longer were they nestled comfortably in the Shadowclan Camp; they were out amongst the pines. The looming figures casted long, draping shadows, preventing any daylight from entering. Which was fine; they were Shadowclan anyway. The dark was their greatest Alli.

"Thu-Thunderclan?" Mothflight stammered, fear; pain, horror flashed behind her eyes. She gulped, all this poise; this confidence was slipping away. She had to remain calm. But she couldn't. It only brought back his laugh, his smile, his touch. Oh Hawkeyes, your tearing me limb from limb. Ears flat against her head she meowed quietly, "I haven't been along the Thunderclan border for a little over a moon." She lied. This relationship wasn't off to a good start. She hardly knew the tom and already she was sputtering lies. But she had to. He, no one could know of their relationship.

She had to be strong.

Lifting her chin she only padded forward in determination. "Come on we're wasting daylight." She had to prove she had nothing to hide. By facing her issues head on she might just be able to overcome them. What kind of Shadowclan warrior could she be if she couldn't even patrol the Thunderclan border? Butterflies swarmed her stomach; she braced herself for the worst.

What if I run into him?

Robinstep
Kid, you take life way too seriously.

Robinstep couldn't think of any conversation to start with her. He didn't know Mothstorm very well, and was frantically searching for a way in his mind to "break the ice".

Asking why she was so jumpy and afraid of Thunderclan wasn't a good way to do that, but that was all he could think of. One second she seemed just fine, and the very next she seemed broken. He wanted to keep the "just fine" Mothstorm, so he blurted out the first thing he could think of. "It sure is...err...quiet. I mean, there isn't much prey around. Must be hard for loners." The last sentence was blurted out so casually it took Robinstep a moment to realize how dumb he was for saying that. "B-because..." he mumbled quickly, thinking of anything that might distract her from his blunder, "...they don't have clan mates at times like this." Taking a risk, he carefully stepped closer to the battered silver she-cat.

Was he insane? Had he lost his mind!? Mothstorm, for crying out loud! He wanted to mutter curses to himself, but it was too late. He couldn't possibly like the cat next to him more than a comrade, a friend at most. Robinstep didn't make friends. But having a she-cat around stirred some kind of lust in him, and all he wanted was to fill the void that had once been that loud, hyper ginger cat he loved.

Maybe if I give her a chance?

MOTHSTORM
Come and get me

That was kind of weird. Mothstorm was sure that was the first time she ever heard Robinstep tumble over his words. If she didn't know any better she could have guessed that Robinstep had some Thunderclan troubles as well. But she shook the thought away, Robinstep could never be in the same predicament she was in. Impossible. "Yeah must be real hard for them." This was her attempt at making him seam comfortable, pushing her own troubles aside she added casually, "Not having a clan would be horrible. I couldn't even image it, could you?" This was all she could do to forget that troublesome tom. Fill the void with someone else.

But Robinstep? Seriously? She always thought he was a little too uptight for her. Perhaps it was just the fact that he was male. A male who didn't have a mate and was somewhat attractive. As she padded beside him she was pretty sure that was right. Creasing her brows she searched for at least one good reason to like him. Well he did go hunting with me. So he was nice and had a heart. That was good enough for her. Plus Mothstorm hardly knew him, maybe under all of this mysterious exterior laid a real gem. Someone she could fall in love with.

She had to take this chance.

"So what do you think the two-legs are up to?" That sickly stench lingering in the air was normal now. One could hardly even notice it; but the bright yellow beasts were cluttered aimlessly around the Thunderclan border now. Halting she watched them cautiously, "Do you think it's safe to go any closer than this?" There honestly couldn't be very much prey over there in the first place. With a shrug she padded a bit further, many orange 'x's' were splattered across the oak trunks.

Startled she backed up, "What are they doing?" Was that just for decoration or did they have a purpose. And to make matters worse she could smell that painfully recognizable scent. Thunderclan. It wasn't Hawkeyes specifically but it reminded her of him. It took all of her strength not to burst into tears; not to abandon ship and race for the hills.

Oh what did he do to me.