in deep thought.

[angie.!?]

lion
melancholic being

In an alley, the brown shape sat there, his dark eyes aimed on the human legs jogging before him. He shuddered and retracted himself from the horrid stenches the twolegs and their revolting monsters beheld. He sighed and decided to turn around and melt into the inky black which was situated behind him; they served as gentle shadows to carress his sad aura. He forever thought of his beloved in this cold alley. His fur stood up and he grew just a little strength as hope was spilled into his soul. Maybe she hadn't died... maybe it was some kind of sick trick. But his thoughts collapsed. He remembered her fragile form, her gorgeous bodice and framework, crumble before his very eyes. There was no way she had lived. The crumpled, crushed, and snapped bundle postmortem still flashed in his memories... in his mind. His precious was gone. His precious had died.

"Oh, my dear..." he whispered, dull orbs surveying the wet concrete. His sorrowful symphony was interrupted, however, when his stomach gnawed at itself and turned around, growling and begging for food to nourish it. He blinked and sadly padded out of the alley in search of prey.

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[lilly]

Darkness

Her eyes glinted in the dark shadows. She spied a cat, he looked sad. I smell of Bloodclan. Oh well. She started to walk to the tired cat and stopped before him.
"Hello. What's your name?" Darkness asked, with a curious light beaming in her eyes. She was trying to be polite because she remembered when her mother died, what her last words were. "Do not make enemies" The voice was like a beacon, shining in Darkness's eyes.

[angie.!?]

lion
melancholic being

He sensed a presence before him, but he didn't look behind to see who it was. He didn't care. But when her words came, his twin towers perked upward to catch the sound of another's voice... kind ones. "Hello. What's your name?" He froze and twisted his body around. When his orbs hit the tattered black coat of the other, he believed the coat was beautiful... at least, compared to the other BloodClanners. But none could compare to Celia, his once-beloved. She had had a gorgeous white pelt with sparking blue and gray eyes....

Lion shook his head to snap out of the precious daydream; then he sat and gave the other she-cat a level stare. "Hello... other cats call me Lion. What about you?" he croaked. He hadn't spoken in a long time, so his voice felt unsure and rigid.

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[lilly]

Darkness

Darkness heard the cat's voice, it was very, strange.
"I'm Darkness, hello Lion. Are you a loner, rouge, kitttypet, or worse, Bloodclan?" Darkness's gaze was serious, she really hated Bloodclan.

[angie.!?]

lion
melancholic being

The she-cat must have noticed his crooked voice, for she seemed to give an odd look to Lion. She then ordered in a very calm, icy, and demanding voice. "I'm Darkness... hello, Lion. What are you? A loner, rogue, kittypet, or worse... BloodClan?" Lion perked up his twin towers as he quietly shuffled his paws on the rough asphalt. "After the labels they do take, I am neither and none. Loners live a petty life on their own, fattening themselves up in barns with mice. Rogues beat themselves down for the wrongdoings they've done and withdraw themselves from society and sociality, creating monsters within their very own beings. Kittypets are nothing but twoleg toys, allowing those tall creatures to take control and feed them, giving the easy life to those plump little furballs. BloodClan, on the last note... oh, they're nothing but bullies, forcing others to obey their will and spilling blood for the entertainment of it. Cruelty, I'll say. And you know what? I am none of those. I am simply tired of people labeling me and shoving me into corners, poking me and playing with me with those little toy sticks of theirs. I'm just a lonely wanderer, an old wretch that has gone through much in his life. I am pushed under the name of BloodClan and I am harbored by the stupid fools, as they call it. I do not wish to be so but I will not rebel, because it is the way I am created and it is my destiny." Lion took a deep breath like he was going to continue, but he said no more. His speech went well.

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[lilly]

Darkness was impressed. This cat could help her. He might no say yes...Oh well.
"Lion...May you uhhh...Help me with something?" By the way his speech went, it would most likely be a no.

[angie.!?]

lion
melancholic being

Darkness appeared to be quite impressed with his speech. Lion merely grunted at her shining eyes and looked the other way, modesty taking over. Then he heard her mew in her calm voice, "Lion, may you... um, help me with something?" Lion paused in the small pacing that was taking place. She sounded doubtful. Lion would never have imagined such a she-cat having that attitude. He gave her a level stare with his dark eyes. "What is it you need?" he murmured, swishing his tail around on the rough stone.

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[lilly]

Darkness never knew he would say this.
"Well, I never really liked Bloodclan. I am a cat that secretly helps other cats. I was wondering if you could help me face them, I need to kill the leader." Darkness couldn't believe she said that. She was a mouse brain!
"I'm....Okay with it if you say no...You have faced a lot in your life."

[angie.!?]

lion
melancholic being

Darkness seemed to be a little startled; Lion couldn't blame her. Even though he felt depressed, he had a lot of convictions. That was surprising to most other cats. "Well, I never really liked BloodClan. I am a cat that secretly helps other cats. I was wondering if you could help me face them... I need to kill the leader. I'm okay with it if you say no.You have faced a lot in your life." What Darkness spoke was the truth; he had faced a lot in his life and his remaining years were short. Most cats would prefer to settle down in peace in Lion's old years, but Lion couldn't deny the offer. He still wasn't put to rest that Celia's spirit was avenged. "I accept your offer; however, you must be wary of my needs and my old bones," he muttered at last, closing his eyes and sighing. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

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[lilly]

Darkness was surprised, so much that her mouth opened a little.
"I understand, Lion. I will make sure you come first." And maybe when I am free of Bloodclan, I can change my name back to Flower.

[angie.!?]

lion
melancholic being

Lion smiled with satisfactory as Darkness gaped slightly. He was overjoyed to help -- not only for his own needs, but for rightful justice. "I understand, Lion. I will make sure you come first." Lion dipped his head. It was a grand deal made. His legs prickled just a little bit with anticipation; his claws now tingled for tearing the flesh of the exact BloodClan guard that had slayed his beloved, Celia. The face was fresh in his mind; Lion would never, ever forget. Not in his life. "Shall we begin, then?" he growled. He hated the BloodClan hierarchy and the ones who supported the cruel group with a burning passion. He now plucked at the ground with unsheathed claws, eyes glittering with fierceness. He would avenge Celia. He would slay those evildoers. It was time all of their wrongs were turned against them...

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[lilly]

Darkness smiled.
"Let us, the territory has been a little more patrolled lately. But I can make sure that we can get through. The leader trusts me. It took forever, but it's the only way to get into the good spots."

[angie.!?]

lion
melancholic being

"Let us. The territory has been a little more patrolled lately, but I can make sure that we can get through. The leader trusts me. It took forever, but it's the only way to get into the good spots." Lion nodded, agreeing immensely. "That's good," he reasoned. However, new thoughts and such reached him, and his mind wandered over matters for a few silent moments. Then he paused in his thoughts and gave Darkness yet another of those level stares which were common from him. "May I ask, why do you desire to thrash BloodClan about and throw them into a deep, fiery pit as I do? This makes me very curious as to why. Did they do anything in particular to you like they did you me? Tell me, my dear. We mustn't be drowned in our vengeance but wisely decide in which way we should take it. I may aim at one thing, whilst you another. What shall the deal be?" Lion purred, eyes glittering with a sense of slight doubt in Darkness. Of course, he trusted her some, but it was still risky around the edges of BloodClan. For all he knew, he still was not let off of the hook for departing BloodClan borders, and was secretly being watched and about to be taken in to be put in an ever torture chamber. The costs of disobeying BloodClan were high, and one could never be too careful in his choices. He had to test Darkness before letting her guide him into what might be a trap. It wasn't that he didn't trust her at all; if that were the case, Darkness would refuse to follow the feline. But such was not so, and Lion was prepared for the tempting battle. However, a few precautions were to be taken... also, he needed records of her fighting skills and reforces. He would ask about that later.

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[lilly]

"Well, my sister was killed when she was helping me when I had a broken leg." Darkness's eyes started to droop.
"I-I can't tell it, it's too....Hard."

[angie.!?]

lion
melancholic being

Lion watched Darkness with his gentle, but level, gaze. Then he broke it and sighed as she spoke. "Well, my sister was killed when she was helping me when I had a broken leg." The black feline began to stutter a bit, and then she looked down sadly. "I-I can't tell it... it's too hard." Lion instantly felt pity for the feline. Not only that, but sheer understanding. He approached the sorrowful she-cat and brushed her cheek with his muzzle. "I know, Darkness. It's hard. Every one of us, even the BloodClanners themselves, are grieving over something that has been lost, which is why we are going to try to recover it. Revenge may not be the best thing, but it works on this occasion, does it not?" Lion chuckled and rose to his paws. "Come; let us not waste any more time. We must recruit new cats. We will meet here again at the end of the day, if possible. I'll see you then. Farewell?" Before she could reply, Lion turned and padded out of the alley, in a much more determined and cheerful mood than he had ever been in his life.

ooc; end of thread? we can start a new one.

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