Up to No Good ((open))

The young warrior made her way towards the tom, her lime green eyes fixed on his bright yellow eyes. She didn't know what the tom could possibly be doing out there, crouching at the side of the thunderrpath looking like a maniac. She walked over slowly, with her tail held high and her ears in a relaxed but still alert position, they were near the border still, and the thunderpath, anything could happen and she wanted to be prepared.

Then he gave her a smile. But not the type of smile a friend gives another, or a welcoming smile at that. It was a smile she knew very well. A mock. She had seen it so many times before; from the other apprentices when they said her and her mother looked so much alike, from the many lovers of her mother, when she would introduce them as a 'new friend'. From Bramblecreek when he had said he was sorry. An last but not least from her own mother when she told her how much she'd miss her, after the catfight that is..where she gave her a couple of bruises and her crooked tail tip. 

Her insides stirred like a boiling stew when he saw his face with that expression. Would she ever be able to get rid off the nasty label her mother had given her? Or would she have to be stuck as the slut's daugher for the rest of her life? She whipped her tail to the side as she came close enough to stand just a couple of tail-lenghts away.

"Well, good morning, sweetie~", he chuckled.

Strike one.


She thought, returning the fake smile with a dip of her head, her body language showed no sign of her being upset, but her eyes, oh! her lovely eyes! Betrayed her annoyance at the comment. "Good morning to you too, Stripetalon" she mewed, addressing him by his name to keep the conversation's formality and civilized manner. She had no trouble in letting him know she wasn't up for sweet nicknames or cuddling..
She stood there, her tail flicking, and her eyes fixed now across the thunderpath as if he no longer had her interest.

"What are you doing out here all alone??
His voice called her back, demanding her attention once more. Ugh, what a lame pick-up line, she thought. She had heard it once before while taking a walk with her mother. A tom had walked in their way and started flirting with her mother, Vixenkit had looked up at her confused, then the tom purred the cliché phrase in her ear, making her mother giggle. The tom licked his muzzle and then glared at the young kit in disgust. Then her mother had pushed her back almost knocking her off her feet. 'Go play somewhere else Vix' she hissed and left with the tom, laughing as she went...
Vixenthroat raised an eyebrow and snorted obviously annoyed. Her facial expression was blank, only her eyes gave away her irritation.

"What are you doing out here all alone?? It's a dangerous place, especially for a pretty little thing like yourself.

Strike two.

Is this guy for real?, she thought as she gave away another annoyed huff, was he actually trying to flirt with her? She rolled her eyes assuming he had been involved with her mother, who hadn't?..and now he was thinking of coming up to her? She lashed her tail to the side, and flexed her claws against the rough ground beneath her..
"I can take care of myself.. besides I wanted to be alone..so if you'd excuse me.."
She spat in a sarcastic tone as he gave him again another hatred-filled smile. She spun around and started to walk away the same way she had come, her tail and chin pointing up..
He've had two strikes 'till now but she wasn't going to wait for him to have a third..

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;she's hardcore xD

Vixenthroat kept walking, determined not to look back. Her tail was held erect and her ears pricked forward, she wanted nothing to do with the flirtatious tom that was treating her as dainty lady, who couldn't look after herself. Maybe Fawnface may have loved that, playing damsell, but Vixenthroat knew who to take care of herslef very well. She had done so her whole life basically, since her mother was always too 'busy' to do it herself..



"Come come, now, dearie. I didn't mean anything hurtful,", he called to her, in a tone that which was hard to interpret. Did he mean it?
No of course he doesn't!, she scolded herself, this tom was known for being a troublemaker, for pushing his own clanmates around until they snapped, of course he did not mean it..he was bluffing.

"Oh of course you didn't, sweetie..", she growled lashing her tail at the last part to make a point. Two can play this game.. she thought, if he wanted to call her by a nickname then he better attain to the concequences..She could play too, and she could play well.. 
 
She still didn't turned to look at him though, she kept walking, pretending he wasn't even there. He deserved no attention from her, besides ignoring him would make him angrier than if she gave in and stopped for him. He wasn't worth the trouble, she repeated to herself, thinking maybe if she kept up her ignoring act he'll get bored and go away to find someone else to pick on.

Unfortunately that didn't seem to be the case. Stripetalon was in for the win, he wouldn't rest until driving Vixenthroat insane.. She could feel him walking beside her, she refused to look, but she could imagine that stupid smirk of his across his face.. Ugh so despicable.

"I was just trying to be nice, have a conversation with you, that's all

Oh please!, now he was playing the innocent victim. Didn't he get she didn't want to have a conversation with him..? She knew he was just pushing it now..the good boy role didn't suit him, and he knew it. 
What did he want for Starclan's sake! 
Another, wiser cat might've just let her go, getting the hint she wanted to be on her own, no better yet a wiser cat would've never started this in the first place!  

"After all, I don't know you so well. I'd like to get to knows all my Clanmates , he went on. Vixenthroat just rolled her eyes, and lashed her tail again like a whip, the crooked tip barely missing his shoulder by an inch. I wonder why they wouldn't want to know you,,she thought sarcastically.

"You know my name, that's all you need Stripetalon" she mewed annoyed. Could he just go already? She felt her face get hot and her heart begin to pump faster.

We can be friends, can't we, pet??"

Friends?? Pet??

Strike three.
You're out

She jerked her head around so fast, she could've injured her neck. Well maybe not. Her face was now inches away from his, their noses dangerously close. Her eyes were narrowed into thin slits filled with hatred, and her lip curled back revealing her razor sharp teeth. 

"We are not friends, nor we'll ever be !!" she hissed furiously, the fur along her back bristling and her claws scraping the dirt below.

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;-wipes nose-
gah I'm sick..

this is getting good.
your, go

What came next took her completely by surprise. When she had snapped at him, she had expected another type of reaction from him, maybe a shocked frown and he'd understand that she meant buisness. She knew Stripetalon, just like her had a reputation of being flirtatious and frequented to sweet talk most of the clan's she-cats but she did not expect him to do what he did..

Out of all the things he could've done with Vixenthroat's snarling face, inches away from him, he chose to lick her nose? That's right he had lapped her nose as if they were best friends or even lovers! Didn't he get they were the exactly the opposite?! This cat has some serious interpretation issues.
 
Vixenthroat received the lick with astonishment..what had just happened?. her eyes narrowing with fury. Oh no, you just made a foul.. she hissed in her head and took off after the tom, her claws scraping against the ice and snow and her ears pinned back against her head. It was a full speed chase along one of the most dangerous places in the whole Shadowclan territory, at any time a monster could flash by and squash them but Vixenthroat was not about to slow down. She had been bothered enough, she had been mocked enough, and there was no way in hell she was going to let him get away with just a warning. 

This is war.

She ran after him going as fast as she could, as if she were chasing the last rabbit on earth after starving for a moon, as if she were chasing a pesky Windclanner out of the territory, as if her life depended on it. 

Her eyes were set on her target, she was almost next to him now, but she didn't strike. Not yet. She had to be sure she'd get him, she had one shot, if she messed up, he'd get away with the satisfaction of having won. 
She was not going to let him win.
Not in this lifetime.

With every second she got closer and closer, she was hot on his heels, her heart throbbing with thirst. Thirst of revenge. She will not longer stand being treated as a pushover, she was not going to put up with it anymore. 
Just a little closer, she pushed herself to go faster, her paws touching the ground lightly almost flying.

NOW!

With a mighty push of her hind paws, Vixenthroat leaped over him, landing right on his back. The blow might've not be enough to take him off his paws but the impact would definetely make him sore later. Her claws dug into the soft flesh of his back, she had him now. She had him good.



Now that she had got what she wanted she went limp, just hanging from his back. She then threw her head back and yowled in triumph, finally allowing him to flee.



"Go back to mama" she hissed with a smirk on her face.

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;SHIT JUST GOT REAL

MEEEOWWW!

Oh, it was impossible to supress the laughter that came afterwards. Watching the brave and greatly  admired, Stripetalon running like a scared kit when he hears thunder crashing for the first time, was just precious. His painful wailing and the clump of fur that she had managed to rip off him, was like a thropy. Like the sweetest honey that would make your mouth water. She was triumphant.

She allowed an uproarious laughter to escape her lungs, echoing behind the fleeing tom. Her whole body position had relaxed, her mood switching from extremely pissed off, to full of pride. The tip of her tail flicked to the side and her whiskers curled reavealing a bright smile.
Oh poor Stripetalon, beaten by a girl, she purred in her head, there's nothing you can say to take this victory away from me..

wrong.

"While I would very much like to do that, my mother dear died of breathing complications not too long ago,", she frowned not because she felt bad for him, since she had never felt bad for anyone other that herself. She thought no one deserved to moop around with such insignificant problems -compared to hers of course-.Still she never, used her problems as a way to get out of chores or anything of that matter. She had forced herself to put on a straight face even if her mother's actions stung like fire in her heart.  She thought that those who seeked self pity were weak, and deserved nothing but to be looked down on. After all that was what pity was about, wasn't it? She had frowned because she hadn't expected him to fight back. She had ripped a good chunk of fur out of his back, not to mention the claw marks that she had roably left too..wasn't that enough?

"She was such a good mother, too,"  
Oh was this guy going to get all sentimental now? Ugh, she had no time for this, she though lashing her tail to the side. First this guy came onto her, trying to charm her, then the flirting had turned to mocking and now was he gushing about his death mother like she was his shrink or something?
Boo-hoo your momma died, at least she didn't sleep with every cat on a 100 mile radius..she thought, but kept her mouth shut. She had to seprate the anger towards her mother from the anger she felt towards this cat if she wanted to put him in his place.

"She always did put me first. She was everything a mother should have been, and more... But I guess StarClan had to take her away, because wonderful mothers are not a luxury all cats can afford... Wouldn't you agree??"
Forget respect, this tom had crossed the line -again. 

Her lime green eyes narrowed into tiny sliths full with hatred, and her neck fur bristled once more. "It's sad how destiny works isn't it? The way that a good mother gets paired up with a .. foul son, while a decent she-cat who wants to have a future gets a scum for a mother. Ah it's almost outrageous!", she spat with a certain bitterness in her voice.

"But you're right it isn't something everyone can indulge, but you know what else isn't such a free pleasure?" she purred in a sweet tone.

"Forgiveness" she hissed with the most cold and hateful tone she could. Her eyes hinting the pain and rage she felt at his comment.

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; omg I ADORE  them 

As soon as the words left her mouth, leaving a sour taste behind, she felt a huge weight lift of her shoulders.  She had spoken her mind, Stripetalon could've left after she lunged on his back. They would've been at peace then. But instead he turned back and again spat insulting words at her face. Joking about her mother, oh wasn't that something new?
Ever since she could remember, being a freshly made apprentice and a young innocent she-cat with no care in the world, she had been teased and mocked because of her mother.
How can another cat influence so much the way other s treat you? That's why what she had always wondered, why did she get all the hate and name calling while her mother, who was the one that did all those things the other apprentices laughed at vIxenthroat about, got nothing. She didn't even get the nasty stares.

The brown tom had mocked her, as if it was her fault her mother was the way she was. It was outrageous! She didn't have a choice, she was the victim, not the one to blame! I never chose to be the whore's daughter..she thought, clenching her jaw at the memory of all the atrocities and embarrasing moments she had to go through because of her mom. 

Stripetalon's face flinched at her words, she had managed to hit him back, without even meaning to. The fight had been over the second she had raked her claws along his back, and know her words had got to him, striking him like poison, slowly but painfully hurting him on the inside. Was it because she had said he was a bad son? Or was it actually because she had created a breach between their relationship, denying him the pleasure of forgiveness? No, why would he care, after it was him who had provoked her with his harsh statements and mocking eyes.

"Y'know, you're right,"
She didn't look at him, she wouldn't give him that pleasure either. Still her ears pricked and she listened t him go on, what does he want now? can't he see that the fight is over? we're clanmates, if he goes on we'll end up teaking their eyes out., she thought, although it was not really true. She would walk away before hurting another clanmate to that point, even if he was aking for it. 
"So maybe if I can forget your faulty past, you could forget my own faults as well?? Oh, but I don't think you'd be so willing to do that,"
Forget our faults? she thought with a frown, why was he saying now? After enjoying picking en her every flaw and detail he was making a peace offering? She didn't understand his motives, nor the legitimacy of his words. He could be playing her. Waiting to burst into laughter if she met his gaze, with hopeful green eyes. No she wasn't falling now.

She stood silent, without glancing up at him, only her ears giving him her attention, "I mean, I'm just a loon, everyone knows that. And your mother made a reputation for you since before you were born, everyone knows that one, too. I guess we're just both stuck with things we aren't proud of, but....I bet if you tried, you could get past it,  She looked up now, her eyes piercing his, it was the last part of his sentence that made the rage she had rekindle and become a flame of fury inside of her. "Do you think I have not tried to get rid of this image??" she spat. her eyes narrowing into botomless pits of disgust. "I have tried! I have done the impossible to get rid of this shadow hanging over me, but my mother had made sure I live with her punishment, she'll be laughing in her grave before I can get the slut image away from me!" she hissed, almost out of breath, "You." she continued curling her lip back into a vicious snarl, "You can change, you don't have that tag set out for you.. Me? I have my mother's curse written all over me, even my name!" she mewed her eyes beggining to water.

With that being sayed the tom turned around and began walking away just as she had tried to a moment ago. She didn't know wether to follow or just let go. She wasnted to run, get all her anger out. But the other side of her wanted o curl up and bawl, sadly unlike most of the other cats in the clan she had no one to turn to in times of trouble. A single tear rolled down her cheek, plummeting into the snow below. It was extremely rare to see Vixenthroat cry, she had learned to keep her emotions concealed but that had been to much.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her lungs filling up with the cold air around her.
"I want a clean slate," she mewed loud enough for him to hear, then she opened her eyes, "But's not that simple"

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; meep I love this <3 we could end it here and then transition into the shc meeting thing.. 
your call love