Three Feet Under

[Redwater]

Pelt bristling the tom let his claws sink into the earth. So he was angry, wasn't he always. His face twisted, and although he couldn't see it, he knew that he didn't look like himself right now. He looked like a cat filled with pains to hurtful to imagine.

But he could imagine them, he lived with them every day. Bottling them up, but they overflowed every time. Here alone in the dark forest, however, he could let them show. He didn't have to hide them behind his mask.

Tail lashing he stood, swiping his claws across the survive of a nearby rock, they split and broke. He enjoyed the physical pain. He did it again, and again. Until his claws were bleeding. He pulled back with a snarl, what was he doing? He couldn't go back to camp like this, it would raise questions.

His face twisted once more, who carried, it wasn't like they would do anything more then ask questions! He didn't care at all.

[~*Canine*~]

A Handsome marbled Tom Cat streaked through the pines blending in the darkness with his dark gold pelt. He Sniffed the Air smelled a hint of cat blood from one of his own clan mates. Pythonfang followed the blood scent with his broad, scarred muzzle open and his tongue sticking out slightly. his paws hit the Forest floor gracefully for his massive Size and broad shoulders. The scent hit its strongest and he closed his mouth and looked at the Apprentice with his broken and bloody claws and the rock he had taken his anger out on."Fadedpaw, Are you Okay?" he asked remembering the apprentices rough past. " would you like something for your claws?" he continued, with his majestic voice rumbling in concern.

[Redwater]

"Fadedpaw, Are you Okay?" a voice asked, " would you like something for your claws?"

Hiddenpaw froze, his mask slipping back on with perfect ease, only when he felt that every emotion was gone from his face did the apprentice turn to face the warrior. Who ever the cat was, they apparently didn't know him cause they got his name wrong.

Hid fur bristled irritably, "the names Hiddenpaw not Fadedpaw!" he hissed, "and no my claws are just fine."

Proudly lifting his chin the apprentice sat back on his haunches. Even though his claws were throbbing with pain, he kept it off his face. "What are you doing here any ways?" he asked hotly.