Sharing Tongues

[Tempestfury]

(I wish I had time to do a super awesome starting post, but I don't.)

Sitting just outside of the Cave of the Spirits sat a multi-coloured young tom, who was busy both sunning himself, and giving his pelt a good clean out, it was quite dusty and the small cuts he had indicated he had been in a fight, however due to his happy attidute and hardly bothered by th cuts, it was probably just a friendly spar he had with another cat. Through whenever or not he won the spar was a different matter entirely.

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I'm just a lone wolf
Howling at the wrong moon;
Singing out my soul when
No one's in the room

The lithe creature drew himself up from his den, a yawn escaping his jaws and pulling his claws out in a stretch. Pale blue eyes blinked a few times to rid them of a sleepy haze, a striped paw passing over them to clear away debris. Burnedthroat rose to his feet and peered out of his den-place, the sun shining bright and clear into his eyes, narrowing pupils to slits. He stepped out onto the grassy hillside, shaking his fur a bit and heading towards the fresh-kill pile. A mouse appealed to him, which he carried back towards the cave, pausing when he saw Tempestfury lounging in the sun. A brief but intense glare caught his face for a few seconds, before the siamese mix sat down where he was to eat his meal, his appetite suddenly sour. I guess I won't bring anything up. I'll just wait and watch how the runt goes about his day, then I'll decide what to do. The mouse was gone in a few bites, yet Burnedthroat was developing a taste for a different kind of blood.

Scratching a hole in the earth and burying the remains, the light colored tom twitched his nose, hoping to catch scent of Angelwing. Where is the dear lately? Perhaps she's out gathering herbs.

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Lips drawn tight and
No more weeping;
Wishing on stars
When I should be sleeping.

[Tempestfury]

(I really like those bits you add on the begining and end of your posts, how do you think them up?)

Once Tempestfury was done grooming himself, he looked around, opening his mouth to taste the air. There was one praticular scent he was looking for, and through he found it, it was faint showing that she wasn't nearby. Still the smell of his home was always refreshing, and he loved the taste of it, as it gave him a sense of belonging that he didn't have anywhere else. Even through the young tom didn't find the scent of the person he was looking for, he did continue to look around, seeing who else was awake. Seeing that another cat was up, he got up and cheerfully walked towards him, calling out to the cat. "Hey Burned! How are you this morning?" Tempestfury was a bit young, and niave so he didn't realize that Burnedthroat - who he just called Burned - didn't like him that much.

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I'm just a lone wolf
Howling at the wrong moon;
Singing out my soul when
No one's in the room

OOC: I'm not sure how I think them up, they just appear to me haha.

Lost in his own sulking thoughts, Burnedthroat chided himself for getting so worked up so quickly. He's just a plaything, I'm sure. She just wants to toss him around a bit, mess with his head, maybe gage my reaction towards him. It couldn't be serious, no-- A young, energetic voice broke through his mood, a nanosecond of a scowl crossing the striped face before the tom disguised it as a yawn. "Ahh, what? How am I? I'm cool as always. You?" The Siamese mix was casual, but his last question was half-assed. He could care less about the blue-eyed white, as long as he wasn't mingling with Angelwing. Now look at yourself, Oat, you're becoming possessive. She's allowed to have friends. ...But not other love interests. I thought that was me. It is me. I'm just over-thinking it. Burnedthroat occasionally used his birthname in his private thoughts, for it still held some meaning to him even if it wasn't spoken aloud.

The hazey cream tom shifted his weight slightly, feeling a bit awkward in Tempestfury's presence. Perhaps the tom didn't know he was secretly trying to win a contest against him, or maybe he did and he was trying to make up for it by being friendly. Or maybe he was just acting friendly so Burnedthroat would let his guard down. Whiskers twitched in slight agitation. Since when had he ever been worked up over something, and of all things, a she-cat?! Pfft, lasses, they're not work it. Who cares. His thoughts growled, as did his stomach still, despite having eaten. Burnedthroat rose to his feet, looking over at the fresh-kill pile again, while also scanning the area for any signs of a tortoiseshell pelt. I can't think on a hungry stomach. I can't think at all.

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Lips drawn tight and
No more weeping;
Wishing on stars
When I should be sleeping.

[Tempestfury]

(Hmmm... are they character specific?)

"I'm my old cheerful self, even If I just got beaten badly in a friendly spar, but hey you win some you loose some." Tempestfury replied with his own trademark cheerfulness as he stretched. Sub-conciously he picked the split-second scowl that appeared on Burnedthroat's face, as well as not completely meaning his question off how he was, but this was discarded - mostly. Burnedthroat was calm and laid-back cat. He wasn't the type of cat to hate anyone really, let alone have his emotions - anger, hate, jealously etc - get the better of him, unlike Tempestfury.

"Hungry are we?" The young cat commented as he too, moved towards the fresh-kill pile, having noted that Burnedthroat had already eaten. "Best be careful, we don't you growing fat on us!"

Some distance away from the two - through within sight range - another cat came to a stop. She was the healer of the cult, a pretty tortiseshell known as Angelwing, and had the unfourtant curse of having fallen in love with two cats. The very same cats now that she could see talking, Burnedthroat - a calm, laid-back, pacifitic thinking cat, who saved her life all those moons ago - and Tempestfury - a cheerful, energy filled, fight-loving warrior cat, who's life she saved not that moons ago. At first she didn't realize what was going on, just that she quite enjoyed Tempestfury's presence. He was a cheerful cat who's jokes where quite funny... but then it hit her like a lightning bolt, and now whenever she even see's one of them, she is thrown into turmiol... hell even when she can't see them, she is often thinking about them.

Right now, she could see the hidden undercurrent of hatred and disdian that Burnedthroat held for Tempestfury, and the tension his pressence created, through she was pretty sure he didn't see Tempestfury as a rival - not completely at any rate - and wasn't his best around him. Tempestfury however was completely and utterly at ease, simply his cheerful self. Something which made Angelwing shake her head in disbelief. Tempestfury was the cat that was good at reading over cats - not her. But here it was, she reading both of them almost perfectly while Tempestfury completely missed Burnedthroat's more stubly reactions.

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I'm just a lone wolf
Howling at the wrong moon;
Singing out my soul when
No one's in the room

OOC: Some are, mostly they're just the first things I think up when I want to add something to my posts xD.

"You win some, you lose some." The sentence wracked Burnedthroat for a moment internally, though he kept a look of agreeable casualness. It's painfully true. But wow, I don't want to lose. Or maybe I should, it's easier. Ugh, I save her life and this is what I get? More chatter from Tempestfury broke his train of thought, and he bristled internally at the playful comment of becoming fat. Why does she think he's so funny? Anyone could come up with that. And I couldn't become fat if I tried! The Siamese mix was taking everything personally, and he knew it. He just couldn't seem to shake whatever mood this was that had encircled him, the feeling of wanting to be both left alone and accompanied by someone. Well, Angelwing, not just anyone.

The striped tom stopped at the pile of prey, absentmindedly pulling out a rat and settling where he was to eat it, taking small bites and not paying much attention. He saw movement out of the corner of an eye, and while not moving his head, flicked his eyes to focus on it for a few seconds. It was Angelwing, and more mixed emotions flooded his head. Joy, of seeing her, relief, for he could talk to her about these feelings perhaps, and slight annoyance. Tempestfury would probably beat him to talking to her, and the silent battle for her today would be lost. A rat bone crunched in his jaws, jolting him out of his thoughts as he spit the splinters out, grooming back his whiskers in mild frustration. I'm not going to torture myself with these what-ifs. Just go and talk to her, Oat. Somewhere private. Find out what to do. Maybe it's not too late, but if it is... you'll think of something. It'll be fine. Nothing bothers you. It's all just fine, fine, fine. A small splinter of bone was sticking in Burnedthroat's teeth, and he touched it gingerly with a paw, cringing a little at how it poked his gum. "I ought to have this looked at," he said to no one in particular, though some part of him decided it was towards Tempestfury, who was still there. The off-white male rose, burying his rat bits and padding towards Angelwing, relaxing significantly and clearing his mind a little. One way or another, I'll figure this out.

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Lips drawn tight and
No more weeping;
Wishing on stars
When I should be sleeping.

[racooneyes]

Ooc: would you mind if I joined?

[Tempestfury]

(I guess you could join, you could have your cat talk to Tempestfury.)

Tempestfury noted the shard of bone that got stuck in Burnedthroat's jaw, so when he started to walk over to Angelwing he just shrugged, not going over to the healer and grapped a small bird out off the fresh-kill pile and dug into it.

Angelwing however, wasn't so calm as Burnedthroat came towards her while Tempestfury just remained where she was. A million thoughts ran through her head why this had happened, but evenutly she managed to calm herself down and padded fowards to meet Burnedthroat, warmly - through not as warmly as she had done before - greeted him. "Hi Burnedthroat."

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I'm just a lone wolf
Howling at the wrong moon;
Singing out my soul when
No one's in the room

OOC: I don't mind if you join.
Burnedthroat swallowed a little uncomfortably, not entirely sure what to say to the healer. They always seemed friendly to each other, and both seemed interested in progressing, and then that ... runt... had to come here all battered and pathetic. What is it that she-cats see in broken toms? They're weak, they need to heal themselves before they can worry about helping any other cat. I got myself fixed up just fine without a she-cat needing to aid me.

A curt greeting from the she-cat was met with an equally curt response. "Hello, Angelwing," the Siamese said slowly, flicking the bone shard out a bit with his tongue. "It became stuck while I was eating, do you know how to remove it? I can't seem to get it." And I can't seem to get why you would ever like Tempestfury, but that's a whole other problem. A different wound to heal.

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Lips drawn tight and
No more weeping;
Wishing on stars
When I should be sleeping.

[Tempestfury]

(Getting a few idea's of what to do with this love triangle... want to hear them?)

Angelwing was very relived that Burnedthroat did have something that he needed to be look at, as it meant that she could conentrait on it, pushing every single thing else to the side, even if temporay. The healer quickly thought off how to solve what was wrong with Burnedthroat and cringed inwardly at the thought. However she didn't hiestate, leaning fowards and sinking her teeth into the shard, and pulling it free in one swift movement before spitting it out herself. "There we go, I hope that's the only problem you have Burnedthroat." To most people, that would off been a simple question from a healer, however between these two, it meant she was asking him to tell her whats wrong.

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

I'm just a lone wolf
Howling at the wrong moon;
Singing out my soul when
No one's in the room

OOC: Sure!

Burnedthroat remained still and let Angelwing pull the bone out, wincing a bit when the exposed cut hit the air. He knew that in a few minutes, though, the pain would ease and he wouldn't even remember it. But there were some thorns still stuck in his side, that he couldn't seem to reach or tend. "Well, there has been some other things troubling me. Perhaps you have the cure in the medicine den?" he meowed in reply, hinting he didn't want to discuss it out in the open with other listening ears nearby. A split-second glance was shot towards Tempestfury, wondering if he was listening. Oh stop it, you're getting paranoid again. Just talk things out, decide from there. He kept telling himself that if only Angelwing knew his concerns, she would laugh them off in her pretty way and he'd have nothing left to fear.

The Siamese sat down a moment to scratch at a brown-tinted ear, shaking his head afterwards and standing back up. "You see, I keep hearing something down in there and it's becoming worrisome," he explained, which to any listening cat would seem perfectly normal to tell a healer. Burnedthroat waited a little anxiously for the tortoiseshell to agree to go to the den.

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Lips drawn tight and
No more weeping;
Wishing on stars
When I should be sleeping.

[Tempestfury]

(Well the main idea goes a bit like this: tensions continue to rise for Burnedthroat again Tempestfury, who doesn't really notice, they come to a climax when Burnedthroat snaps at Tempestfury. He doesn't attack him, but he isn't very happy about things, informing him of the situation from his point off view - that he and Angelwing was happy until he came along and ruined everything, yet he couldn't see there relationship because he was so young and naive which is why he doesn't deserve someone like Angelwing.

After the rant, Tempest suprises Burned by agreeing with everything he says, and then runs out of the cave, right into a storm, where he quickly disappers from view. When it starts to get to night time, Angelwing starts to get worried, as Tempest isn't sleeping in his normal place, and asks Burned if he's seem him recant, which he honestly answer's no. Tempest had climbed the rock that the cave of the spirits was in, and was at the top, looking up at the sky and thinking about the entire situation.... I was thinking that Angelwing picks something up in Burned's tone and asks what happens, and Burned - reluctantly - tells her what he did, and she isn't all that happy about it. They are interrupted however be a piercing shriek of pain coming from above them. Tempestfury just got hit by a lightning bolt, and slids off the top of the cave, landing heavily before the two.

Somehow, Tempestfury is still alive and Angelwing - with Burnedthroat's reluctent help - gets him to her den to do what she can to save him. However something strange starts to happen... his fur was completely burnt off by the lightning bolt, but for some reason, scales began to replace them at a rapid pace. His claw began to harded and lose colour, becoming translucent and the little numbs that he's always had on his shoulder blades grow at a rapid rate, extending out inyo a pair of scaly wings. This transformation takes two days to complete, and afterwards Tempest is out cold for another five days.

When he comes through, Tempestfury is simply horrified with his transformation, and thinks to himself as a monster, no matter how much Angelwing ressaured him that he was not... as soon as he could, he left the cult, unable to come to terms with the transformation...

That was bigger then I thought it was...)

Angelwing nodded saying. "Come on them." Before leading the way to her den.

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I'm just a lone wolf
Howling at the wrong moon;
Singing out my soul when
No one's in the room

OOC: Wow, that sounds awesome

Burnedthroat held no hesitation in following the healer, entering the den and turning to face Angelwing. "I ... uh..." he started, before realizing how hard it really was to explain everything welling up inside him. To explain everything. The pale tom swallowed hard and tried again. "Do... you like Tempestfury? Does he mean more to you than me? Are we... are we friends, are we more? Are we anything?" It all rushed out before he could really stop himself, and now that it was said, the male cast his blue eyes to the dirt floor.

He scratched at a pebble stuck in the soil with a claw, both dreading and awaiting her reply to all his questions if she would even answer them. Who knew this could be so hard? I was never a wreck like this, never. What messed up my balance, what threw me so far off of normal? ...I bet it was him. Burnedthroat didn't actually blame Tempestfury for upsetting his usual calm so much, but he had run out of cats to blame anything on, and he didn't want to accept that some of the blame could be his own.

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Lips drawn tight and
No more weeping;
Wishing on stars
When I should be sleeping.

[Tempestfury]

(So that's a yes?)

"So many questions..." Angelwing said softly, lowering her eyes. These questions brought all of her conflict right up to the surface, conflict which it seemed to her that would never die. "I... I don't know, I don't know anyithng anymore." The healer admitted, glad to tell one cat at least. "I love you Burnedthroat, I really do and I know that if Tempestfury hadn't come into our lives, we would of been mates... yet I find that I love Tempestfury just as much as I love you... knowing this is tearing me apart because I just love both you so much, but only one of you can be my mate and it would hurt the other so much if I took one of you as my mate... yet as much as this conflicnt is hurting me I... I don't want to go back to the way things where."

(Hmmm... could Burned ask what does Angelwing see in Tempestfury? (maybe voicing some off the thoughts which you posted up on this very thread...))

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I'm just a lone wolf
Howling at the wrong moon;
Singing out my soul when
No one's in the room

OOC: Yep, a yes.

The Siamese mix glanced at Angelwing a moment, realizing just how much of a tangle the three of them were in, with her snagged in the middle. He slowly sat down where he was, feeling that this could take more than a few moments to comb out. The beating tissue in his chest both felt relieved and constricted to hear she still loved him, because as complicated a love it was, it was still there. There was still a chance for him, a hope for the two of them, if nothing else.

"I ... think ... I understand. But I wonder ... what could you possibly see in him? I've known you so much longer than he, I saved your life and welcomed you into my world - into my heart. He is but a naive and ignorant boy, young and inexperienced. He could find another quickly, he has time. But... I don't think I could," the striped tom rushed out, his throat feeling dry like there was something he didn't swallow.

"He came here pathetic and battered and I don't know why she-cats like to put pieces together - you didn't have to work at all for me to fall for you!" Burnedthroat said with a nervous, somewhat harsh laugh, casting his eyes to the ground again. Oh, what a mess you have caused, Oat. What happened to that peaceful calm you used to have? Or was that simply the eye before the storm?

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Lips drawn tight and
No more weeping;
Wishing on stars
When I should be sleeping.

[Tempestfury]

(Awesome! Now I just need to get all the paintbrushs I need for the idea...)

Angewing was silent as Burnedthroat spoke, and silent for a while afterwards, quite shocked at this change in behaviour, then thinking about what he said.

"Why do I like him..." She said, rubbing her paws against the ground at the question. "It is true that I have known you longer, and he is young... however he isn't niave, and I don't like him because I helped healed him, through I guess the long process off healing him did help as I got to know him... but as off why I like him? I don't really know... he... he justs got this light, this... energy inside off him. He's young, but suprisingly wise about both the world and what goes on in a cat's heart - through he seems obvious to the current situation - and through he loves to fight, he hates death. Prehaps even more then I do... and he is so much more then simply a sum of his parts"

(Eye of the storm... Tempestfury... was that intentional?

Edit: And now I have more ideas.)

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I'm just a lone wolf
Howling at the wrong moon;
Singing out my soul when
No one's in the room

OOC: Haha, no it wasn't intensional actually. Or maybe subconsciously it was

Burnedthroat made himself listen to the she-cat's answers, trying to be reasonable and calm and see things from all sides as he always did. I suppose that makes sense. Kind of. But why is what he has, who he is, better than me? Better than what I could, and did, and do bring her? What does he have that would ever make her consider leaning away from me? The Siamese was quite puzzled, and cringed a bit in concentration. There's got to be a way to win this. I am better. I can be better. I know this. I just have to show her. After a few breaths of trying to start a sentence, the striped tom finally looked up.

"I guess I understand what you mean... but... if that's the kind of cat you want, I can be him. I'd do anything for you, Angelwing. I've just got me to live for right now, and Moonmother, and well it couldn't hurt if I lived for you too. Just name it, I'll do it. If this becomes a war of wills, I want to win it. You're worth fighting for," he finally said, stark blue eyes staring into her own emerald green. Paws shifted nervously on the dirt floor of the den, claws flicking out and back in, whiskers twitching a bit at every breath. Oh, I pray this works. I don't want to find another when the one I need is right here. wow, she's got me good. But hey if young and energetic is what wins her over, I'll do it. I could stand to be less stoic I guess. I'll still be calm right? Right. Always. This is nothing... well, this is easy. It'll be fine. I'm worried over nothing.

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Lips drawn tight and
No more weeping;
Wishing on stars
When I should be sleeping.

[Tempestfury]

To say that Angelwing wasn't effected by Burnedthroat's words and loyalty would be a lie. In reality she was deeply effect, and that is why she moved forwards, pressing her nose gently against his cheek.

"Mouse-brain." She purred affectionatly. "I love you the way you are, and I don't want you to change. What I said is what attracts me to Tempestfury, but that attraction is no less or more with you. This isn't a battle between you and Tempestfury, this isn't a battle off wills. This is for something for me to decide, and I don't want any attempts by you to change it alright? Just act like yourself around me, and around Tempestfury."

(Now I have a really interesting idea that links onto the last... can I tell?)

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

I'm just a lone wolf
Howling at the wrong moon;
Singing out my soul when
No one's in the room

OOC: Yes of course xD is it the idea of the freaky cat gang?

Burnedthroat closed his eyes for a moment as Angelwing nuzzled him, her lovely purr reaching his ears again. His heart ached a bit at the familiar sound. [i[Oh, it's not fair that I have to share her. It really isn't.

[/i] He listened with all the patience he could muster, his irritation from earlier slowly dying down. She was making sense, and he knew it. As much as he wished he could instead, only the tortoiseshell could decide who she would pick, and he would have to live with whatever decision she made. She's got you wrapped around her whisker, Oat. You better hope she was worth bending for.

The Siamese mix sighed through his nose, knowing he had to accept this rather uncomfortable truth, rising to his paws to look at Angelwing. "I can do that, I guess. Let me know what you decide. I'll see you around," he miaowed somewhat awkwardly, heading for the entrance to the den. "Thanks for getting rid of the bone splinter," he added before exiting out into the cold sunshine. Burnedthroat shook his fur out a bit to make it denser against the wind, stretching a back leg before moving aimlessly through the camp. Maybe some chores or hunting will clear my thoughts. A little prayer to Moonmother wouldn't hurt, especially with an offering. Everything will be okay, I'm sure. Even if it's not, well... I'm Oat. Nothing bothers me. Nothing ever will.
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Lips drawn tight and
No more weeping;
Wishing on stars
When I should be sleeping.

[Tempestfury]

(Yeah, it was.)

Angelwing nodded softly as Burnedthroat left, waiting a while before leaving her den herself. As she was quite hungry, she went towards the fresh-kill pile. Through the direct path brought her next to Tempestfury, who quickly joined her in her walk and began cheerfully talking to her. Which Angelwing replied to cheerfully as well, through if one knew her, they would notice that she wasn't completely relaxed. Still this did not stop her from enjoying Tempestfury's presance, and laughing at his jokes. He wasn't acautly that funny but his enthuasium and energy of the telling off his jokes just added something to them which made you want to laugh. After Angelwing had something to eat the two moved some way away from each other and began sharing tounges, as it was the time of day to do so.