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Cobrastrike
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Jan 2, 2020 6:17:35 GMT
COBRASTRIKE
This was ridiculous, an idiotic idea really, and Cobrastrike knew it. There should be an extent he would want to go to for answers, and with how determined he was to be nothing like Bonestar, this should not be among that extent. Of course, the Bonestar way would be threatening or violence, assuming he would not have already had blood on his paws by this stage as it was, so perhaps that was how Cobrastrike reasoned it to himself. Besides, he was born in Gorgeclan, and Fangstar had openly invited him back several times.

He should turn back right now and screw this hare-brained idea.

Better judgement ignored, the tom parted his maw to take one last scent of the air, before crossing the border where it was faded most, weaving his way among the trees. His pelt crawled to be back here, though it was more so from the fact he never planned to set paw in Gorgeclan again, than the actual fact he was not supposed to be here. He was not afraid of them, and if they wanted to fight him, so be it. Maybe he could let off some steam by tearing up a few pelts.

Lashing his tail in irritation, the tom paused for a moment, before moving on, tracking his mind back to where she preferred to frequent before Bonestar ruined all semblance of leisure and peace. It was nicer, to imagine this place under Monarchstar's reign, and despite himself he wondered what it would have been like if he had stayed and raised his kits, if Fangstar was anything like the tom they had once looked up to with pride as he ruled over Gorgeclan. Again, the tom shook the thought off.

If she was not going to come to the border after that last drop of information - and really he could not blame her not wanting to face him, especially with how nervous she seemed now and the way she left without so much as waiting for him to react. However, Cobrastrike wanted more than just that. He was sick of everyone giving him their scraps - she was supposed to be honest, and he knew it was hard for her to lie. So, he just had to make sure she could not avoid it entirely.

Claws unsheathing, the tom launched himself up a tree with the ease of any Gorgeclanner.

While the branches and remaining leaves rattled a little as he took his place, it was subtly, and the tom was quick to prowl onto a high, thick branch where he could see without being seen. Honestly, he felt like a spy, but after all the spying Gorgeclan had done he cared little for that. Instead, he let his gaze scan the ground below, not at all worried about being spotted after disguising his scent. He looked like any Gorgeclanner if he was spotted, and while he did not carry their scent nearly as strongly, he made sure he smelt entirely of natural smells and Gorgeclan scent, and very little of Creekclan.

Now he had only to wait.

Notes | Cobra decided screw the borders apparently
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fangstar
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Jan 12, 2020 5:43:47 GMT
"The truth will set you free."
A test, but not one she hadn't informed Littlebird of before it happened. Fangstar was tough and had high expectations but she tried to not be cruel. Though perhaps leaving her brand new deputy all on her own for the day could be considered cruelty. Regardless, Fangstar had done so. She'd done the same to Ferretmask as well - how else could she know that the next in line for leader could take care of the clan?

It had freed Fangstar herself up to do some hunting. Vervainflower had just started showing her pregnancy and Fangstar wanted to make sure there was a good pile to choose from for the added member of her family. That, and the elders were having a bit more trouble than usual moving around as the cold settled in. She'd have to make sure to bring something back for them first, perhaps a couple of squirrels to share between them?

At least, that was her plan.


The cold hadn't let her escape its claws either. Her limp, so easily forgotten in the warmer moons, tripped her up almost literally the first time she shot up a tree after a cocky squirrel. It chattered at her before jumping away when her leg refused to cooperate for a single second and sent her plummeting the short distance to the ground. Fangstar hissed in anger and lashed her tail as she landed on her paws, head twisting to glare at her own side. A few steps assured her that nothing had worsened at least. Alone as she was, the limp was visible and threw off her balance just the slightest bit.

Fangstar sat and closed her eyes. A few deep breaths calmed her down and allowed her to center herself for the hunt once again. It was nearly impossible to successfully hunt when angry or frustrated, a lesson taught early to every apprentice. A slight hint of Creekclan confused her for a moment. Had someone crossed the border? Green eyes opened again and glanced around. Not close enough to the border. But surely no one could be stupid enough to cross it? Few Gorgeclanners even came this way, that's why she'd preferred it since she was old enough to leave camp on her own.

The molly scanned her surroundings without even thinking to look above in the trees, sliding into a wary standing stance. Nothing had happened yet so she slowly began walking away again, not yet turning her full attention to searching for more prey. Her limp was hidden once more, though it took a bit more effort than usual.

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60 moons
Molly
She/Her
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Cobrastrike
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Jan 12, 2020 6:47:11 GMT
COBRASTRIKE
Beyond a brief moment where the tom thought he would be spotted by a mentor and their apprentice that passed beneath his tree considering their leisurely pace - a new apprentice learning the territory, was his assumption - the tom remained largely undisturbed upon his perch. The warrior and apprentice in question remained entirely oblivious of him, and from then much worry of being spotted eased. Though, any distaste he felt only rose. Clearly these Gorgeclanners still thought they owned the world, so much that they weren't even the slightest bit on their guard.

Huffing in disapproval, Cobrastrike settled in to wait a little longer before he decided to head back. Of course he knew he could not linger too long, but if there was a chance...there. Eyes zeroing in on movement, it was not hard to spot a feline figure scrambling up a tree after a squirrel. Knowing Gorgeclan's prowess, the tom entirely expected to see the feline back down in a flash with the bushy tailed prey in their jaws. What Cobrastrike did not expect, was to see them falter and plummet to the ground as the squirrel disappeared into the canopy.

Admittedly surprised, the tom resisted the urge to lean forward for a better look, and instead narrowed his eyes at the figure. Only for them to widen in surprise once more as they turned toward him. Fangstar. Well, despite the fact he was actively seeking her...to say he expected to actually run into the Gorgeclan leader would not be entirely true. In all honesty he had been anticipating this entire thing as not only foolish, but a waste of time better spent doing almost anything else.

Shaking the thought from his mind, Cobrastrike continued to watch as she limped away from the tree. He was surprised such a short fall had hurt her...though strangely she seemed unconcerned. Perhaps relieved, if anything. As though the limp was nothing new to her. She certainly did not look to have any intent of returning to Flickerfrost or that meek little apprentice the molly had supposedly gotten herself.

Soon after she had seemingly taken a moment to calm herself - no surprise there, he recalled it was as much a habit of hers as pinning her tail when she was nervous - Fangstar seemed to tense, and Cobrastrike felt himself do the same. However, despite himself he was the slightest bit pleased. At least she was not one to let her instincts go, her limp now hidden - as it had been last he saw her, Cobrastrike noticed in her ever so slightly halted gate - as she moved warily onwards.

Leaving her on edge and awaiting some kind of ambush, fortunately, was not Cobrastrike's intent.

"Glad to see not everyone here is oblivious just yet." The tom announced his presence with less coldness and more neutrality than usual, perhaps the smallest hint of amusement briefly present before he expelled it and made his way to a lower branch where she could see him. He did not, however, leave the tree. Instead, he settled down again and let his gaze drift toward the leg she had been limping with before. "The limp is new, though," he observed.

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fangstar
Starclan
Jan 12, 2020 7:10:31 GMT
"The truth will set you free."
Just as she was about to relax and brush off the odd scent as nothing to worry about for the moment, a familiar voice spoke up. Fangstar immediately pivoted around to the source and blinked once in surprise to see Cobrastrike of all cats up in a tree. Not that she was surprised to see him in a tree, old habits die hard after all; it was more the fact that he was in her territory that shocked her into stillness as he partly descended the tree.

The comment on her old injury had her ears turning back. They weren't quite pinned to show aggression, but rather unease and wariness. The distance between her and where Cobrastrike had settled on a branch was quickly calculated and she took a few steps back. At least if this was a hostile encounter - unlikely, he seemed... not necessarily warmer, but less cold than their previous interactions - she could deny an easy pin. He'd have to land before attempting such a thing.

Fangstar kept to all four paws. "Not particularly," was her own cool response. There was a hardness in her tone that hadn't been present before, when she was meeting Cobrastrike at the border; a coldness in her eyes where warmth had once sat unnoticed. Then it was more of a warrior-to-warrior conversation. Both cats had stayed firmly on their own side of the border. Now, he was facing Fangstar as leader of Gorgeclan on her territory. The only thing that kept her from chasing him back to Creekclan was the affection she still felt for him. "What are you doing here, Cobrastrike?" She doubted he had others with him. The Creekclan scent would have been stronger and none of them knew how to disguise themselves in the scent of her clan with such ease.

But what had driven him to cross into her clan's territory? If he had been chased out or decided to return, there would have been no need for him to hide in a tree. No, this was purposeful. He had to have been waiting for her. A dangerous and rather idiotic move on his part. Her temper had already been tested a few days before with Pinepaw and simmered closer to the surface than normal.

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60 moons
Molly
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Former Gorgeclan Leader
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Cobrastrike
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Jan 12, 2020 7:47:36 GMT
COBRASTRIKE
While the coldness was far from surprising, something indeed caught his attention in her expression as he allowed his presence to settle in her mind. Not so much what was there, but what was missing that he had never noticed before. He supposed, ironically, the saying of never knowing what you have until it is gone held true in some sense. He was realizing now that in their former meetings there was indeed some kind of warmth, perhaps even affection.

Of course, he knew the root of it now, and perhaps he may have noticed sooner than now if given the opportunity. Yet that was why he was here to begin with, to be frank. He had not been given that opportunity, for the molly had an infuriating habit of dashing off before he could so much as register the last thing she happened to say. Well, perhaps it was his turn, then.

Just the question he had been expecting. Though to say he had even answered it yet in his own mind...well, that was not entirely true. In all honesty, he was not entirely settled in his own mind on his reasons, though with a shift of his ear and a flick of his tail where it dangled slightly over the branch, the tom offered the first answer that came to mind. Efficient as always, he was not much for hesitance, after all.

"You have a tendency to run off at the first opportunity - I decided to negate that," the tom offered simply, before setting an unwavering gaze upon her despite his lacking vision. "Besides, last I checked I was invited."

Standing slowly, so as not to set her more on edge than she already was, the tom descended the tree knowing full well he was giving her every opportunity to attack should she so desire. He paused at the foot of the tree, not shortening the distance between them that she had so blatantly made wider beforehand. Instead, he would set his gaze steadily upon her once more, more of a cool question than an actual challenge in his eyes. "Do you intend to chase me out?"

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fangstar
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Jan 12, 2020 8:50:44 GMT
"The truth will set you free."
Sharp eyes tracked every minute movement of the tom even as he spoke. She said nothing to his simple statement, mostly because it was true. She had had the last word in their previous interactions - the first for good reason, and the second because she had been... Not scared, necessarily, but more worried of his reaction to her admission. "You were invited if you ever wished to return to the Clan," Fangstar corrected. There was no coldness, but the flat neutrality matched his own. "Last I checked, that involved going directly to the camp, not hanging out in a tree in another's territory."

The slow way Cobrastrike descended from the tree both grated and soothed her nerves. He was being obvious in his movements so as to not provoke an attack, but the simple fact that it was him and she couldn't bring himself to act first annoyed her. What use was she as a leader if she could not stay strong in the face of a rival clan cat on her clan's territory? His gaze caught her own as he paused at the bottom of the tree and asked a question of his own.

Fangstar said nothing for a long moment, eyes narrowing. "... No," she finally admitted. The hardness had softened just the slightest bit but nothing else in her posture showed the same. Her head turned the slightest bit as she angled her ears to make certain they were still alone before returning to their previous position. "You still haven't truly told me what you are doing here."

Oh, she could easily guess that it had something to do with what had happened last time. Fangstar wanted to hear him say it. If he was going to force a confrontation like this, she would not make it easy on either of them.

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Molly
She/Her
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Cobrastrike
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Jan 12, 2020 22:34:36 GMT
COBRASTRIKE
Neutral, but not entirely cold, the tom noted mildly. His gaze tracked over hers, more so skimming than anything, though whatever he might have been looking for must not have been there, because he still had no idea what it was he sought. The tom wanted to bury his claws into the earth in frustration, but he kept his body language as smooth and neutral as her own.

"That's true," the tom admitted with a nod, though no shame rose up in the tom. He knew that already - it was the very fact he had decided to disregard it, apparently, that led to this conversation to begin with. "A shame you skipped out on those specifics last time."

Cobrastrike did not need to keep reminding himself that this entire thing was foolish and reckless to believe it - though now that the tom was here, well, he was not the sort to just back out. Turning tail and running had never been part of his agenda, not then when he was quite literally forced to flee or die in the seconds he remained, sacrificing half of his sight to his stubbornness, and he certainly was not about to start now after all he had been through.

While half of him had been betting on her response, the other had been waiting for her leaderly instincts to all but take his head for trespassing, much less so confidently. In truth, he had not an inkling on which outcome he was most expecting, so surprise at her answer was somewhat inevitable no matter what. Still, perhaps it was strange that her decision to wait this out rather than chase him off made him more tense, rather than less.

Perhaps this course of action was more impulsive than thought out.

Taking a breath to reorganize his thoughts, the tom angled his ears to listen to their surroundings in turn, before sitting down. It was certainly not customary for Cobrastrike to not know precisely what he sought in any given situation - no doubt they both knew it. Yet this was...unprecedented, to say the least. In all matters. Still, he was not the sort to hesitate all the same, so he went with what first came to mind and resolutely stuck with it, uncaring for the blatant way she tested him.

"Your brother sought me out - the someone you spoke of, I presume," he told her flatly, and despite himself, his tail flickered in irritation at the mention of the nosy tom. Talongflight really did have a habit of sticking his whiskers where they did not belong. "Naturally, I assume this means your affections remain, or in the very least he believes he failed in swaying them."

Another neutral observation, truly, though the tom's gaze did not waver as he set it on her. "What I am still wondering is why you chose to mention this now, after so long. If you had said something back then..." The tom trailed off, frowning slightly as he thought back. Would he have- yes. He and Hollysky had merely been close friends when they became mates - he accepted her because they cared for each other, and he knew he could grow to love her. To say Fangstar had been in any different a position to Hollysky back then when they were younger warriors...well, that would be a lie. In truth, he had not been seeking a mate, and to be frank, they were both among the few candidates had he decided to. It was merely by chance that Hollysky made the choice for him before he could so much as consider.

Yet now? Well, he hadn't a clue what to do with this information. Yet here he was.

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fangstar
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Jan 19, 2020 8:44:48 GMT
"The truth will set you free."
The sheer shamelessness apparent in his acknowledgement of her words made her fur bristle, but Fangstar stayed firmly rooted to the ground. She refused to lash out in anger, she had better control over her emotions than this. Her choice to not chase him out had already been made. While she could change her mind without warning and still be well within her rights to do so, it was pointless. Useless violence against a cat she didn't want to raise a paw to in the first place.

News of her brother approaching Cobrastrike had her ears pinning back briefly. Her tail lashed furiously, eyes turning sharply to the side so that her anger couldn't be taken as aggression towards Cobrastrike. Talonflight, why? Fangstar knew he only ever wanted the best for her but by the stars, couldn't he let her handle this herself? She'd been doing such for most of her life already. There was no need to poke his whiskers in even if she had talked to him. Her gaze shifted back to the other cat as he continued to speak. "If I had said something back then?" came her echo of disbelief. "Do go on, Cobrastrike. I want to know what you think would have changed, because I know nothing would have." Voice once again hardened, Fangstar dared him to lie to her.

She almost wished he would. Sever this last connection that barely held between them, drawing her to him like a spirit to the stars. She couldn't do it herself, no, her not chasing him out of Gorgeclan territory had already proven that. But she also felt that he could not do the same, not yet at least. Why else would he search her out instead of leaving her admission as their final interaction?

"Do us both a favor, Cobrastrike, and ask a question if you have one. Otherwise... leave."

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Molly
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Cobrastrike
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Jan 19, 2020 22:11:22 GMT
COBRASTRIKE
Her display of anger, directed away from him, was an answer enough to Cobrastrike. Clearly, her brother was acting on his own nosy behalf - not that he had truly expected any less. Talonflight has always been far too involved in his sister's business, and now that he knew as much as he did...well, now he understood why the older tom was often involved in his as well.

Her words returned his thoughts promptly to her, and Cobrastrike noted the harder edge to Fangstar's words, a challenge if ever there were one. A challenge he took without so much as flinching, gaze meeting hers evenly, as though his very eyes were questioning hers on whether she truly wanted to know the truth. It would not change much for him - would it change anything for her? "Then you assume incorrectly," he began, tone firm and eyes slightly narrowed. "Back then, I had as much an eye for you as I did Hollysky - more, even. It was simply a matter of her approaching me first."

There was not a hint of dishonesty to his tone. No doubt, no question, now wavering of his gaze. Despite his own uncertainties he stood firmly before her, content to tell what he knew to be fact as straight and as indisputably as ever. Let her do with it what she will - it was her that put them in this situation, after all.

As she went on, however, Cobrastrike frowned in disapproval, even as one of his torn ears flicked dismissively. "Always so quick to run... We both know if you really wanted me to leave, I'd be gone already," he pointed out, aiming to lock his gaze with hers as he stood and took a few steps closer. If she widened the space, he would stop, rather than pushing his approach. However, if she did not, he would allow the gap to close slightly between them.

"What were you hoping to gain, by telling me this now?" His tail flickered briefly behind him, and for a moment, his gaze softened just slightly as his seeing eye sought hers as though for an answer. It did not last long, however, as his eyes narrowed again, expression falling back to careful neutrality, with a slight hint of daring. "If your aim was to get yourself stuck in my thoughts, you succeeded - what next?"

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fangstar
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Apr 16, 2020 10:00:09 GMT
"The truth will set you free."
His reply briefly left her uncertain. That had not been even close to the response she had been expecting. Fangstar knew for a fact that nothing would chance - she had known Hollysky had her own eyes on Cobrastrike when they were younger and she never would have stepped in. It would have caused unnecessary drama between all of the then-young warriors that she very obviously avoided by keeping her mouth shut. Something she should have continued to do, but here they were.

As he pointed out, she didn't truly want him gone. They were still holding polite conversation. No insults thrown or blood drawn. The leader of Gorgeclan allowing a warrior of Creekclan to close the distance between them on her own territory without violence. Cobrastrike's attempt to meet her gaze was denied as she turned her head slightly to the size and aimed her eyes somewhere equal with his shoulder. The lie Fangstar desperately wished to tell stuck in her throat. I didn't want anything to change, she was desperate to say, desperate to deny the tiny flare of hope she always held that maybe things could be different between the two of them.

Instead, she said nothing at all, allowing silence to fall between them for several long moments. Forest life started speaking once again after her failed catch. Birds sang to one another, squirrels chattered from the safety of the trees, she swore she could even hear a mouse squeak once not too far away. "What next?" she finally asked - echoed - as she aimed her gaze skyward. A helpless little laugh escaped. "I don't know, Cobrastrike." At last she moved, her steps taking her parallel to the tom before she aimed in the direction of the border. Fangstar shot a glance behind her and flicked her tail in a motion to follow her and continued on.

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Molly
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Cobrastrike
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Apr 16, 2020 11:43:19 GMT
COBRASTRIKE
She let him close the gap, lessen that space between them...yet still she kept it in place by refusing his gaze. He could almost feel it pricking into the fur of his shoulder, but he shrugged off the niggling want for her to just stop trying to run and face him instead. These was no changing matters. It was not like anything was going to be different, and the past was already set. It was better if they kept that distance.

He took a step back, yet only one.

A silence settled between them, one he could not find the words to break. He had said his part...it was up to her now. Not that he knew what to expect, nor what exactly was up to her...he just knew that he had said all he could have in that moment. More than he should, that was for certain. Again, he scolded himself for coming at all, and yet...his paws still did not urge him to leave. What a pair of fools they made, truly, Starclan must have been looking down wondering where they possibly went wrong.

Finally, a laugh broke the silence as she echoed his question. It sounded small, helpless, and something in his chest flinched at the sound. It sounded like butchered hope to him. Cobrastrike shooed the thought away, frowning slightly at himself, and fell in step with the she-cat at her signal. He knew he should not be lingering here, he would not protest that. Yet the fact certainly did not put any extra speed behind his stride, no matter how much being back beneath these trees made his pelt bristle.

"Well," he begun, not sure what he had really been aiming to say, before he concluded with a dissatisfied swish of his tail. "I suppose that makes two of us."

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Apr 16, 2020 12:22:37 GMT
"The truth will set you free."
She set the pace at a slow walk through the trees. Her own reluctance to quicken their goodbye was clearly shared by the tom, as he did not insist on moving faster. Cobrastrike began to speak and her ears turned where her gaze did not. It seemed he, too, was lost for words on how to handle their situation. What a joke the two of them must be to their ancestors in the stars. Starclan was leaving them to sort out their own mess though. Or, rather, her mess that she dragged him into.

"You will not return to Gorgeclan?" she finally spoke after several heartbeats. Despite herself, it was less of a statement of facts she knew and more of a plea for him to return. Regardless, she continued as if it wasn't a question. Fangstar's words were firmer and more confident with her next words. "I will not abandon my clan. My responsibility lies with them cleaning up the mess that savage put us in." A rare moment of burning hate and frustration filled her voice as she spoke of Bonestar's 'legacy'. "Aside from that, they need me to keep calm in the wake of this... disease infecting some of us."

The border was too close for her liking. Fangstar abruptly stopped and turned her gaze to Cobrastrike, searching for... something. She didn't know what. Her mind was coldly telling her to drop the matter, return him to Creekclan and never bring this up again. Gorgeclan couldn't have a weakened leader during these times and she, of all the leaders, was the one to insist the most on following the old traditions. The frustration from earlier returned and she ripped her gaze away as she paced restlessly between two trees.

Mind and heart couldn't find a balance. Her heart begged her to figure out something, anything to chase even the chance of a hope to have what she had denied herself all those moons ago. It wouldn't let her forget all she had wished for even after Cobrastrike's banishment, even after the death of Hollysky and her kits. Truly, she was selfish.

Confused by her own emotions, Fangstar whirled to face him once again and lashed out with words and a paw, though her claws remained sheathed. "Why did you even bother to come back?" was her demand. "If you didn't know where you wanted this to go, or had an idea of how to start this further than invading my territory and confronting me about something I-"

The she-cat hissed and cut herself off. She turned her back to the tom and sat down firmly, taking several deep breaths to calm herself. So much had happened the last few moons and her self control was being tested more than ever. An outburst like this to Talonflight, in the safety of her own den while the clan slept, was one thing. To do so to the one she -

"You must know what I want." Not facing Cobrastrike made it easier to speak but it didn't keep her voice from trembling ever so slightly. "Is that something that you want or could see yourself wanting as well? Or will you be cruel and keep raising my hopes to see how much it takes for me to break? The first we can figure out. The second I will not tolerate."

| A/N: Fang wanted to have a breakdown apparently
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Molly
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Cobrastrike
Inactive
Apr 17, 2020 1:59:54 GMT
COBRASTRIKE
It was a plea, really, the question that she allowed to float back to him. Yet it was a plea they both knew to be pointless even as Cobrastrike gave a slight shake of his head. To think even the mere possibility of leaving had edged into her mind, when he knew in himself that he could never return to Gorgeclan. "There is no place for me here," he reminded her, though his voice was softer than usual, giving the slightest voice to the niggling guilt her kept refusing to feel at that truth. "Not then, and not now, either."

Their placed were set, that much was clear. If anything was to happen...well, it would certainly not be easy. It was never meant to be easy, because nothing was meant to be at all. He ought to just leave, to wash his thoughts of this nonsense and never think of it again. Yet his pace did not quicken. If anything, the moment she stopped, he did so as well, even if he knew he ought to keep walking.

It was harder than Cobrastrike had expected, to watch her pace back and forth restlessly after searching his gaze for something perhaps she could not find, without shifting his expression beyond its passive mask. It seemed both their minds were warring with themselves over this ludicrous turn of events. Some things truly were better left unsaid, no matter how much he always seemed to insist for the truth. He should have just let it be, forgotten she said a thing.

Yet here he was, a fool with no direction.

At her demand, Cobrastrike's tail lashed in frustration, though primarily it was aimed at himself. He was supposed to know the answer to that, to have a clear cut response that made sense, that explained his reasoning beyond any doubt, and he didn't. In truth, there was no reason he could find that even close to validated his impulsive action. Yet then again...He opened his maw to point out that she, too, had done much the same without reason, without an aim beyond telling him. Yet she had already turned away, and the words died on his tongue.

He did not have a reason. They both knew that was the truth. There was no point seeking a answer where there was none.

The distance she laid by simply turning her back gave Cobrastrike the moment he needed to breath, to clear his mind. Yet it was not much. Every answer he could give still died before it reached the surface, and the tom found his ears pinning in annoyance. Sometimes it was better to start with the truth, though. Even if it was how they got into this mess to begin with.

"I did not have a reason to come...not one that excuses it, anyway. But it was not to break you." Cobrastrike was not one to dance, to tiptoe around the facts. The issue was simply that this time, he did not know the facts. It frustrated him to no end, but it also pushed him to resolve the issue. Stepping forward, Cobrastrike sat down in turn. His expression had drifted back toward cold, but his tone was edged with something between annoyance and confusion as he went on. "I don't think either of us know what we want, and I doubt deciding on the spot right now will do any good."

He had come here on an impulse, a fool's errand. Could more damage really be done by proposing they end on one, too? Standing, the tom brushed past her and took the final few strides toward the border, stopping just before it to glance back toward Fangstar. "I don't know what it is but I know I can't just run away from it. Think. I will be where the border meets the creek in three nights. Don't come, and we won't speak of this again."

With that, the tom moved on before he could even change his mind, his paws carrying him across the border and back into Creekclan. Truly he was not sure if he hoped she'd show, or hoped she'd stay away. All he knew was he was sick of running.

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PEBBLES
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Male
He/Him
Heterosexual
Warrior
Nyara
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fangstar
Starclan
Apr 17, 2020 10:51:29 GMT
"The truth will set you free."
Simply hearing him admit that he didn't want to ruin her - even further than she ruined herself - lifted a weight Fangstar hadn't realized she carried in the first place. She snorted when he claimed neither of them knew what they wanted. She knew what she wanted. Oh, did she know. What she didn't know was how to reach that future she desired. She would concede that deciding at this moment wouldn't be the smartest decision, however.

Cobrastrike stood and brushed past her, dragging her gaze to watch as he crossed the border. The little ember of hope she carried grew brighter at his words and the chance at them figuring this out. A chance offered by him, which meant more to her than she thought she could ever express to the tom. Watching him leave brought a chuckle out of Fangstar. "Giving me a taste of my own medicine?" she quietly wondered.

A few more minutes passed as she eyed the border between the clans. It would be so easy to just step over, ask to speak to Stoatstar...

Fangstar jumped to her paws and roughly shook herself. No. She could think about it, perhaps present that as an option when they next met, but to do anything now would be rash. Littlebird still needed her, new as she was to her position as deputy. Her gaze dropped to a bird carelessly foraging nearby and the molly dropped into a crouch, leader of Gorgeclan once more.

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Molly
She/Her
Unknown
Former Gorgeclan Leader
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