Into the Shadows (Open)

[batwing]

This was wrong.

Leaves rustled in the wind. Another cold gust of wind swept over the deserted land. All was silent, but nothing was still. Almost nothing at all. The sounds of animals came from the barn, though their voices were hushed. It was almost as though they knew someone was there, watching... Still... But outside of the barn, the only things there were the vegetation and the fence post. And that was it.

Except for the black tom that sat alone, the wind ruffling his fur that wrong way.

This was very, very wrong.

Green eyes scanned the area around the barn, searching for any sign of life other then the the usual animals the twolegs kept. Another cat, was what he was looking for-someone who could see what he was about to do. The long and odd... twoleg thing-what did they call it again... a fence?-was only foxlengths away. Would he risk getting caught crossing the border just to do this? Or would he return to camp like any normal tom and sleep in his den, cozy and warm, with his fellow warriors around him?

But, then again, he wasn't an ordinary warrior, was he?

'Come on, Batwing. To much of a scardey cat?'

Oh no.

'No, don't do it. You can't.'

'No, listen to me. You have to go in there.'

"Please, not now..." the tom whined, almost like a kit. He could keep his cool in many situations, but the voices? They were a different story completely...

((Still don't have my codes... D: How am I supposed to post fancy posts without my codes? Well, it looks somewhat nice... right?))

[stripe]

((It looks fine ^^ Mind if I join in?))

Stripe strolled along the Twoleg... fence...? looking for any easy way to get in. He was good at jumping, yes, but he wasn't really in the mood to try very hard to get across. The air was cool as it blew back into his face, and he didn't have a care in the world at that very moment. He closed his yellow eyes, pausing to sniff the air... sometimes, it felt good just to know that he could still breath... Nothing seemed to bother him, everything seemed fairly quiet. It would be the perfect time for a nap! He peeked on eye open to look around, seeing a black pelt not too far away... Another RushClan cat?

Stripe let out a purr of amusement as he walked over, smiling in his overly-creeepy way. The brown tabby appeared to think that everything was a joke, which didn't get him many friends. He walked over quietly, making sure not to sneak-up too quietly and risk frightening the other cat into spinning around and scratching him. The small scar on his pink nose was one he got sneaking up on his brother, only to get the beating of a life-time. He sniffed the air again, and figured that the scent this cat had was surely RushClan.

"Hello, friend!" Stripe meowed in an almost hushed tone, sitting down beside the black tom. He tilted his head as he continued, "What's wrong? Having trouble gtetting over the fence?"

[batwing]

Batwing

Batwing had heard the other tom coming... scented his arrival before the striped tom actually came near him. It was no surprise when the newcomer approached him. Cats would be a little suspicious of a cat just sitting there, alone in the dark, muttering words to himself. Small voices still echoed through his mind, though they weren't loud enough to make out what they were saying and to quiet to really bother him in the least. Thank Starclan.

But the black tom had hoped that Stripe would not speak to him, in all actuality. Speaking to others was... odd. He never knew quite what to say and usually was forced to blurt out the first things that came to mind. Some were annoyed by this, others amused, but, either way, he always was put in an awquard position. And so, he desperately hoped that the former loner would not utter any words to him.

But, of course, he did.

"Hello, friend!" Batwing flinched at those two words. Though they were kind, they not only bothered him, but also actively amused him. 'Not everyone here is going to be your friend, fool,' he said silently, staring down the tom, but not returning the greeting. "What's wrong? Having trouble getting over the fence?"

"If I needed to get over the fence, I could. A kittypet could jump over that short little thing," he said in reply to the other tom's question, flicking his white tiped tail at the fence as he spoke. Batwing looked over the tom who had spoken. Ah, yes. A fellow warrior. Not that that made any difference to him, but... The smile that the tabby had stretched across his face, however, was beginning to bother him a bit. And, believe you me, it took a lot to bother a tom such as Batwing.

"If you keep smiling like that," The black tom muttered,

[/color=DarkGreen]"Others will think you're mad."[/color] He paused, thinking over that sentance carefully. "You're... not mad... are you?"

((Thanks! And I don't mind you popping in at all! It says 'Open' at the top, does it not? :3 And I finally got my codes back! Woot!))[/center]

Batwing
Tom | Rushclan | Warrior | Black | Green

[stripe]

Stripe tilted his head to one side as he glanced at the fence after Batwing made his statement about a kittypet being able to jump it. Still, he never stopped smiling all the while. This cat was funny! The tabby turned his yellow gaze back to the other warrior as he made the comment about his smile.

"Mad, eh?" he chuckled, never taking his eyes off the black tom. It's polite to look at people when they are talking to you, but not to stare at them. No, Stripe did it to psych people out, but by accident, not on purpose, "If you sit out here alone in the dark, you, too, will surely go mad!"

He had a shrill voice, one which wasn't pleasant to have to listen to again and again... Infact, he continued to speak, laughing in the strangest fashion when he finished his sentence, "I might be mad, I'm not sure... how does one know when they're mad? Sheh Sheh Sheh!"