{If I Trusted You [I'd Take the Fall]}

[shadowstar]

An ebony and snow white pelt made its way across the Misty Moor, at a slow, collected pace. The she-cat's face was solemn, but that was nothing different. When was the last time she had smiled? Only StarClan knew how long.

Her figure loped across the terrain, in a lost quest. She had no destination, but that wouldn't stop Northerndancer from traveling the lands. Anything was better than sitting around, batting at flies like a bored apprentice. No, if she allowed herself to rest, she would only get caught up in thoughts.
Northerndancer picked up the scent of rabbit, and almost grudgingly dropped in the hunter's crouch. Hunting was something she had had plenty of on this day; but food was valuable, especially in the upcoming days.

The femme moved forward, her orbs never leaving the sought out victim. She had never been the quickest of the WindClan cats, and had always allowed herself to get as close as possible to the prey before springing after it.
Seconds later, as if she had danced across the field, her legs jolted from the ground, and stretched with power.
The rabbit clawed with her, hind legs pounding strongly at her as she held it down. With a bit of a struggle, she managed to get its neck in the knick of time.
The rabbit leaped forward, in the motions of escaping as Northerndancer's teeth met its bones, clicking them precisely.
The body fell, and she gave a small frown. Yes, she was feline, and killing her prey was almost enjoyable. But... she could only imagine the fear that the rabbit had just gone through, before death had taken its toll.

Shaking the thoughts away, the she-cat buried the prey, but stood standing as the last scoop of dirt fell into place. Northerndancer was tired of hunting, and tired of walking aimlessly.
What is my point in living? StarClan... why did I not die long ago? I feel as if my soul already has. Nothing brought her joy anymore.... nothing seemed right. It was as if everything on the exterior continue to function; but her heart ached for death to close in on her.
A small breeze reminded her of the approaching Leaf Bare, as she was snapped back into reality.

But not a soul could be seen, as the wind called to Northerndancer. But she never answered. She never would.

[*Nimbles*]

OoC||
Is this roleplay open?

By the way, I've missed you a lot! ^^;

[shadowstar]

{ Oh, silly me! I forgot to post "Open." Yes, it is! I'd love to RP with you... if you don't mind RPing with an emo cat.... I'll warn you... she's difficult to bright, happy felines. I miss you too... that's why I am here! }

[*Nimbles*]

OoC||
Dewdrop will ave a little bit of trouble then! ^^
-Highfivesies-
Is Tiger coming back too?

[*Nimbles*]

A strong bodice leant forward and inhaled the air sharply. He was many lopes away from others. He was desolate and strange, not wanting to be seen by anybody or anything. His heard thudded loudly in his great chest, his ears swivelled this way then the next but alas, no prey.

He had found evidence, neither logical or conclusive about his parents'. Things that chilled him to the very core. They suffered from severe pshycosis which then initiated his femine name. Dewdrop. His mind travelled back through his thoughts, sifting from one lot to another. His thoughts and feelings were his own, he would never let anyone inside of him to know his true feelings. His true mind state.... Was he going to be damaged like his parents were or was he going to lead a normal life? These were the questions that haunted this tom-cat.

His thick white pelt blazed in the last drop of sunlight, illuminating his thick fur. He sighed again before dropping into his crouch. His eyes leapt across the fiery coloured braken which surely meant autumn before they landed on an alien object. He padded forward cautiously, his tail low to the ground. He saw it. It was hard, shiny and smooth. Whatever it was, it stank of twolegs. A snarl reached his pale lips as he pushed it with his paw. Nothing. It served no purpose but to confuse him. He snarled again and leapt at the object before snorting indifferently. He knew what it was. It was a human coin. He wanted to leave it, but he felt compelled to stay and examine the object. It had strange marking and bore seeral scratches around the rim. He flicked his tail and with one last look of loathing padded away.

He had once wished to die. He wanted to walk into the abyss with his head held high, but now, he walked with the abyss. Taking it with him wherever he went. He wanted to show cats his true feelings but none of them would understand. They all saw him as a happy-go-lucky cat, but that was just an act. A clever ploy.

In his jaws held a rabiit, a chaffinch and a mouse. Saliva dripped from his jaws and onto the prey, it couldn't be helped, the temptation was almost over-whelming but he knew he must nibble, or StarClan would smite him. He shook his head and gazed around, scenting a familiar cat.

[shadowstar]

[Well... Tiger said she was returning... but it seems she had changed her mind....]

[Your kitty is a cutie!!]


Northerndancer's orbs continued their surveillance around the terrain, finding nothing out of the ordinary. However, her nose soon picked up the scent of another feline; though she wasn't sure whom it was.
Her fur prickled along her spinal column, as she turned a bit wearily around to face the creature. Aggression. Yes, it was the only way she reacted to unknown things or creatures. And now it shone from her glittering eyes, as they fell upon a normal cat's shadow. The body's color and profile was hidden from her view by a large boulder.
The femme straightened her posture quickly, and the almost wild anger seeped out of her orbs. She gave a gruffy response to the unspoken conversation.
"You'd better learn to announce your presence, rather than standing around for a moon, like a hawk." her voice cut through the wind grudgingly.

Then, as if she had lost all interest in the matter, she dropped to her haunches, and began to groom. The she-cat still did not know who the feline was, that remained in the shadows. It was apparent that it was a tom, and he was of WindClan. So the logical reasoning to the situation was that he wasn't going to attack, therefor, she needn't worry. Still, Northerndancer's inner voice gnawed away at her.
Probably a sniffling warrior, wishing to compliment the day on its beauty. she gave a low growl. The femme hated nothing more, than when a cat with its head in the clouds pranced around WindClan, listening to the birds sing, sighing all along.

Her eyes narrowed, as she began to seek the figure again. He had not moved from the shadows of the boulder. But the fae would certainly not give him the satisfaction of seeing her get up and move closer, to investigate him.
Oh no. I'm better than that. You can come out yourself. she thought in her secluded mind. No feline would find fault with her.... not that she worried over the opinions of others. Oh, no. She only kept her dignity for herself, and herself alone.

[*Nimbles*]

OoC||
Oh...
Dewdrop is a little strange.... You'll find out soon enough! ^^;


BiC||
His auds twitched when a thick rasp broke his thoughts. "You'd better learn to announce your presence, rather than standing around for a moon, like a hawk." His ears twitched in annoyance at the comment. "Aye, and you ought to learn how to hold your tongue and not use sarcasm or bitterness as a defense mechanism," he said tartly. He knew who the femme was, it was Northerndancer.

Dewdrop tilted his white body and walked from behind the shadows, his thick white pelt appearing strange with the gloomy background. He gave a small grin before letting it drop. His ginger striped ears flicked as he stared at the fae. He didn't know much about her, he only knew stories of her. She kept to herself mostly. He could understand that.

He tood proudly forward with his chin jutting forward, his tail high in the air and his ears alert. His pale eyes shifted over the femme who was washing herself. "What brings you so far out?" he asked. It was rare that a cat came this far for the earth was bog-like and often enough, cats got stuck in the moor. He dropped his prey and let his gaze shift over the territory slowly. There was nothing more annoying than the humidity of the moor. It's misty front that made his pelt moisten and irrate him. He sighed gently and let his rasping tongue wash over his white shoulder in attenpt to relieve his irratation.

He moved slightly to the left and his head inclined when he saw another shiny object. This one was duller than the last and bronze in colour. Another twoleg coin? A snarl was brought to his lips as he moved towards it. He swiped it resentfully and it was only until the coin gave a satisfying slurp in the moor did he sit down. "Twolegs have been around," he said softly, not to Northerndancer nor to himself. It was like he was announcing that fact.

[shadowstar]

The femme's orbs narrowed into slits, as the tom replied to her statement with his own cleverness. Northerndancer ceased grooming her glistening pelt, as she turned to stare at the mysterious tom. She did not respond however, and kept her vocals shut off, and maw closed tightly.
Soon, she realized he must be the one called Dewdrop. She had never said a word to him, but one ought to know the names of every cat of her Clan.
The she-cat had no dislike for him however; he seemed more sensible than some, and didn't chatter nonstop like others.

The fae began to groom once more, to show him she had no particular interest in his presence; she would be fine if he decided to scurry off. But then the tom spoke once more, inquiring of why she was here.
The femme stopped her rasping tongue, but did not move from her bent position.
Why am I out here? What kind of question is that? Small talk, I'd say.
After a few more seconds, she replied, as rude as ever.
"Your social skills need work." her meow was rough as she spoke. But once more she was licking away at a small bur in her pelt. As the femme tried to pry it, Dewdrop talked again.
What is it with him? Stating the obvious? Asking stupid questions? Northerndancer thought in the privacy of her own mind.
But this time, she said nothing in reply. His sentence could float away unscathed for all she cared. There wasn't anything to say to it anyways... for he was correct.

[*Nimbles*]

Dewdrop hid a small smile as Northerndancer gave him a tart reply. He enjoyed a war of words rather than claws. You need to work on your social skills. He looked up at the femme once more, his brow furrowing slightly. "It s I that need work on /my/ social skills? It is not me that chooses to ignore other cats', now is it?" Came his own reply. His tongue was sharper than his claws, but he rarely used his wit. It felt good to use it again.

His pale gaze wandered over the sky, it was bleak and smelt meallic. Rain was going to come. Though he was no stranger to rain, he just didn't enjoy his pelt getting wet, for his fur was thick and absorbed the moisture easily. He did however, enjoy every other thing about it. It's scent mostly. He flicked his tail and began to wash his own pelt. His pale ginger flecked ears swivelled as the heard a vole but with a sigh, he let it go. He had caught enough prey for today.

His mind raced as his thoughts overwhelmed him. He wandered about the she-cat, what tart response she was going to give next. He shifted his position and began to wash his sleek fur.

[shadowstar]

The femme nearly rolled her eyes as Dewdrop provided yet another comeback. Northerndancer should have known better than to even speak with him; but there was no way she would be backing down now. She didn't have anything to prove to him; but only to herself did she want to prove she still had fight left in her soul.... if only lashing words were the only thing to show for it.
"I don't find a need in babbling foolishly." her meow was simple, but held sort of a warning. Not a promise of an attack by her, but a warning that the tom had better not carry on his chattering.

Northerndancer continued to groom once more, still struggling with the bur. Having long fur and residing in WindClan could be a bit of a problem in the Green Leaf times, when stickers and burs were abundant.
Come on you beast! she thought angrily. She was getting angrier by the minute, and it was beggining to show clear as day. Perhaps she had only been so very prickly to Dewdrop because of her anger at other things.... which really wasn't fair to him.
But I've never been one to be fair, have I? her thoughts carrying her away again.
Suddenly, she let out a meow, that held a bit too much of excitement.
"Ah-ha! Got ya!" she announced, as a bur came flying from her crowned ivory. It fell to the ground, in shambles. Her orbs were uncharacteristically glowing with triumph, though not overly. They still were a bit emotionless, as always.

[*Nimbles*]

Dewdrop raised an eyebrow; a queer thing for a feline to do, yet it was a strange thing for Northerndancer to declare. He twitched his tail and let his gaze wander to the bur that she had just sent flying. It held many strands of Northerndancers' fur. He could sympathise with Northerndancer, he too had long thick fur. Spring was the worst time. Dandelions would moult and their annoying seedlings would entangle in his own fur. He shuddered at the thought.

His eyes washed over the femme, her glowing eyes made her look more attractive and more alive. He shook his head, a smirk upon his maw. He had never thought of Northerndancer as remotely attractive, but quirky, cold, relentless and strange. Dewdrop flicked his ears, he had nothing to say and the silence stretched between them.

His eyes lingered on the marshy floor. Remember to respect nature, for it does not respect you, he remembered what his mother had said to him. To be fair, it was true. The forest supplied them with prey, but out in the forest, you could easily be killed. He had to be grateful for being so lucky. The prey was scarce, but it was leaffall, he had to expect that. He twitched his tail as thoughts buzzed in his mind.

[shadowstar]

Northerndancer's orbs shifted slightly towards Dewdrop, a small frown visible on her maw. She hadn't meant to voice such a loud explanantion, over what seemed to be a small matter. However, Dewdrop only looked back at her with a strange expression, so the femme quickly moved her vision elsewhere. For a split second, she had wnated to chuckle at his facial appearance, but it had died before the sound had been emmitted from her frame.

A quiteness between them enloped the place, but this was fine for Northerndancer. She couldn't begin to guess what the tom next to her was pondering, but then again, it didn't matter. Not much mattered to the she-cat... perhaps she had no sense of curiosity. Curiosity did not kill the cat.
The femme gave a luxurious stretch as the wind picked up, seeping a pleasuable coolness deep in her skin. She loved cold weather, and the arrival of autumn was one of the things she did wait for all year. Her spinal column rose, as she stretched her muscles in the familiar sequence. Finally, she was finished, and was left to sit, and do nothing but scan the area.

Northerndancer would not lower herself to speak first. Maybe, if the commentary was worth replying to, she would answer. But never would she seek a conversation, or make a feline think she was desperate for their voice to ramble on. But even if the femme would reply to Dewdrop, should he speak, was a mystery within itself.

[*Nimbles*]

He sighed gently, his white fur bristling against the surge of wind. He had no like for wind, but oddly enough, he enjoyed the cold that brought with it. He had the perfect pelt for hunting in snow, all he had to dow was close his eyes and he mixed with the white substance. He smiled to himself, wishing snow would come earlier.

He longed to speak, yet something held him back. Some deep invisable force. He twitched his tail and gazed around sadly. It was only ever his eyes that showed his true emotion. Why was he burdened with such parents? He growled to himself gently. Wishing for the thoughts to vanish from his mind he began to speak. "Do you ever wish you could be anyone but yourself?" Dewdrop said. He knew that the femme might just give him a sarcastic reply but he had to know whether it was just him that that way.

He looked at Northerndancer, hoping that she'd give him a sensible reply, not one that was sharp but one that was full of depth and meaning. Not many cats did that. They did not wish to dwell on the dark thoughts that sometimes haunted them, but Dewdrop, Dewdrop was different and he had a feeling that Northerndancer was too.