Those.Nights. [ROBINPAW]

[Mistress Tatl.]

I am your master.

Boredom was a terrible thing. And Drossel did terrible things to avoid it. Or rather, things other cats found terrible, but he had discovered were simply delightful. Yet, even this crazy tom needed time to wind down after a kill or a good torturing, which was what he was doing now.

Drossel had carefully made his way up one of the surrounding trees into the lower branches, where he could perch in peace without having to worry about any dangers on the forest floor. Of course, that left the dangers in the trees, but Drossel couldn't climb much higher without sight or help. And help was one thing Drossel had never had.

Yawning slightly, the tom began to groom his pelt considering what sort of game he'd play next time. Something even better than this pit fall. Perhaps a game of riddles? Maybe he could blackmail a cat into doing dangerous deeds! The tom giggled gleefully in excitement, eager for his next plan, though he'd had yet to form it.

As he laughed, Drossel was reminded of how blind he was out here in this forest. The trees and bushes were so dense, that his senses didn't reach far. Of course, that wouldn't stop him hearing something from coming. At least he'd be able to move if whoever or whatever it was managed to rustle any leaves. It seemed nearly impossible to not make noise creeping around in this denseness.

TAGS: Sprout
WORDS: 240
NOTES: XXX

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[Sprout]

- Robinpaw - 
You can wear the crown but you're no princess

The clan was quiet at the moment. And oh how Robinpaw hated quiet. She thirsted for adventure, for fun, but there was no-one to adventure with. So, instead, she moped around the camp, doing boring chores and dozing in the sun. Eventually a warrior noticed her boredom and felt sorry for her, so they sent her off on a hunting trip. The small apprentice felt a rush of adrenaline through her veins, and her fur crackled with excitement. The warrior hardly had time to finish their sentence before she was racing out of camp, her tail held high. 

For half a minute, the she-cat ran through the middle level our of pure joy to be alive. Eventually she had to stop, because she was already getting tired and needed to conserve her energy for the hunt. Robinpaw loved to hunt, and was showing great promise for a young apprentice. She raised her nose to the air and began to pick her way through the middle level more carefully. She could take the treetop route, but this way was quicker, and way more exciting.

Taking care not to slip on patches of damp moss, she glanced around the dark place, feeling a shiver go down her spine. Something felt out of place. Something felt... wrong. She froze and pricked her ears as the sound of maniacal laughter drifted to her. It sounded relatively close. Robinpaw's eyes widened. She felt like she should run and fetch a warrior, but her paws had other ideas.

She began to creep closer to the source of the sound, dropping into the hunters crouch fluidly and easily. Soon enough she parted two bushes and saw a strange tom sitting in a small clearing, all alone. His pelt was grey, and he himself was short, but incredibly thin, It seemed like a blow of wind would knock him over. His tail was rather long and thick; it seemed very strong. She glanced at his face, and was taken aback. Large, luminous blue eyes stared back at her, as if they were searching her soul. He had long, pointed canines and was grinning madly. Robinpaw felt terrified, but she couldn't look away. She had never seen someone like him. He was different. Terrifyingly strange. 

It was at this point Robinpaw backed away. She was sure that the tom had spotted her, and that shew should run, but she couldn't. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, and boy was she excited. A strange, mad cat on her territory? She couldn't resist.

Swiftly, she ran to the closest, tallest tree and began to climb up it's branches. Like a squirrel, she traversed the branches until she landed on one above the toms head, about two tail-lengths above. For a few seconds she sat there, before wrapping her thick tail around the branch. At this point, her fur was sticking out in every direction. She dropped from the branch and hung there, suspended from her tail. Cautiously, she reached out with a paw and touched the tom on the ear, shocking him, before quickly returning to the branch. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. 

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Notes: Sorry, I got a bit excited haha. Also, the shocks received from her fur are like the shocks you give to someone after rubbing against carpet; only little static shocks. 

[Mistress Tatl.]

I am your master.

Drossel's ears twitched at a slight rustling noise. He grinned broadly, giggling eerily as he listened closely. Oh yes, some cat was approaching. Possibly even watching him at this second. His pupil-less eyes stared in the general direction (not that you could really tell where they were staring ever) as his ears slowly pinpointed the sound.

"One, two, kittens run through," he mused allowed to himself, scenting the air. Oh yes, there was that taste of milk on his breath, but only just barely. A cat who'd been weaned, but was hardly out of her mother's next. That made things even more fun. "Three, four, thirsty for more." His tail twitched slightly as his ears angled outward again. The cat was moving away. Running, maybe?

No, he could still hear it...her...somewhere nearby. His pointed teeth bared in his ridiculous but unnerving grin. "Five, six, all just for kicks." Between each line, his unnerving laughter would echo again, sending a chill through the air. "Seven, eight. For you it's too late." He inhaled deeply, scenting the air before bursting into his chattering giggles this time. "Nine, ten. To the stars, you I send."

His ear flicked as it was bat by a paw and a shock zipped through his body harmlessly. His head slowly lifted up, staring into the face of the young cat dangling above him. He could practically taste her innocence on his breath. Slowly, he lifted himself onto his back legs, balanced pretty well with that dark grin, until they were face to face.

"Brave or foolish, I cannot decide," he chided at her, tail balancing him on the branch as he giggled in her face. His breath probably smelled like death. He inhaled deeply again. "You smell like the kitten from earlier. Ooooh I was so sure he'd taste wonderful when he fell. But he was boring." Drossel's eyes narrowed slightly. "He would not bow to his master. I grew tired of our game and left him."

TAGS: Sprout
WORDS: 330
NOTES: She's adorable o3o

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[Sprout]

- Robinpaw - 
You can wear the crown but you're no princess

Eerie giggling filled her ears, coupled with the sing-song voice of a maniac. Why had Robinpaw thought this was a good idea? Well, she never had, really. Her impulsiveness really was a downfall at times, and this was a perfect example. There she was, hanging from a branch, face to face with the most chillingly fearsome cat she had ever had the displeasure of meeting. And what had she done to provoke him? Shock him on the ear. Her mouth twitched briefly into a smile at the thought, but her smile quickly vanished at the stench coming from the creatures mouth. Oh, what a foul reek! Carrion, blood and StarClan knows what else combined into a effluvium of death. The she-cat shuddered, half because of the smell, half because of the toms words. His bulging, sightless eyes and dark, pointed grin set him apart from the usual creepy cats. She knew he was different.

Robinpaw couldn't remain hanging from the branch for long. She had a few more minutes, she theorized, before she'd have to move. Better get most of the talking done, then. Perhaps I am both in equal measures. she stated, the sound of her voice, of a sane voice, calming her. At the mention of another cat, a kitten, she grew curious, but decided not to pursue the topic. So, I'm going to guess you know you're on enemy territory? even though she was afraid, her impulse to learn about this stranger was stronger. Clan-life was great, but also incredibly boring. She liked a thrill, and was there any other better than one of life and death?

Games, games, games. The short, simple word bounced around her head, and she weighed it up. Funny, she remembered that word, that phrase, and not the one about how good the kit would taste. But Robinpaw loved games. She was physically fit, but mind games were her favorite. A feeling nagged at the back of her head, a feeling that this cat was very, very clever. And bored. What a lovely mix... Well, maybe I can provide more entertainment. 

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Notes: xx

[Mistress Tatl.]

I am your master.

Both? he considered aloud for a moment, before giggling in reply, ears twitching in amusement. A little flicker of his tail helped him to not fall backwards off the branch, though he swayed a bit unsteadily. Yes! he agreed in wicked delight. Brave and foolish! Even better. A purr rumbled in his throat. His excitement was the type that would leave an unsettling  displeasure in the stomachs of others. Honestly, it could make any cat who was faint of heart even feel sick.

The tom licked his lips and leaned closer, his whiskers brushing the of the young she-cat's, helping focus on exactly where she was, just hanging there, directly before him. Enemy territory? A cat like me? Drossel snickered crazily, his enthusiasm simply never-ending. Little kit, little kit. How little you know. There is no where I fit. A rogue does not belong. Home is but a dream.

Leaning back, he rested against the tree trunk in an upward sitting position, paws dropping to rest on his belly. He looked all too at ease for being someone no cat would want him. Of course, even many clan cats would do their best to get out of Drossel's way. He was just too...disturbing to want to be anywhere near him. Even if it was just to chase him off your territory. That was why Drossel mostly traveled undisturbed and alone. Of course, the occational foolish cat, like this little she-kit, would take it upon themselves to step in his path. It was easy to die that way.

You want to entertain me, little one? Drossel chided. His tail curled in delight and his head tilted downward just slightly, almost seeming to widen his grin. You offer yourself to me plainly? How boring. The tom sneered and rested his head back against the tree. Yet, i wonder how long until you would change your mind? Minutes? Days? Moons? Drossel cackled chillingly.

TAGS: Sprout
WORDS: 320
NOTES: This RP excites me.

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[Sprout]

R O B I N P A W
You can wear the crown but you're no princess

Everything about the situation felt wrong to Robinpaw. It was wrong that she was still talking to this tom. Wrong that he was here. The tom himself was wrong. Every action he made, every word he uttered, seemed to send fresh shudders down her pelt. It took all of her self control not to flinch as he moved his face closer to hers, until their whiskers were brushing. She stared into his bulging, sightless eyes. They caught her gaze and held it, unblinking, for several long moments. However hard she wanted to, she couldn't look away. His words broke the spell and she blinked rapidly. Despite the creepy chill to his words, she felt a wave of indignation at being called a 'little kit'. She opened her mouth to protest before he fell back against the trunk of the tree, resting his paws on his belly. Releasing a shaky breath, she dropped from her branch and sat 3 tail-lengths away from him, poised to flee at the slightest sign of  aggression. But something about the way the tom held himself told her he wasn't a fighter. He seemed to prefer to use his tongue than his claws. 

His harsh words bought the young apprentice crashing back to the cold, hard reality of the situation. Alone. In danger. Yet she couldn't keep away. For a moment, she was tongue-tied, words unable to form in her mind. In a  brief moment of clarity, she managed to string together a few sentences. Well, entertainment usually comes at a price. Well, where I'm from, at least. she stated, settling into a crouch, But I have the feeling your opinions of entertainment differ greatly from mine. Outside, she appeared composed and calm, well, at least she hoped, but in reality her mind was racing. She had to stay alive. Honestly, I'm already regretting my words, and I should be getting a patrol right now, but I'm not. she had a feeling the tom would be rather indifferent to this information, but if she at least kept him talking, he couldn't kill her. Right? You, uh, got a name? Or do I have to make one up for you? Cats generally liked talking about themselves, and from the way he had referred to himself as 'the Master' she had a feeling he had some kind of superiority complex. 
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Words: 391
Notes: this could get rather interesting rather quickly. 

[Mistress Tatl.]

I am your master.

Entertainment comes at a price? Oh yes, yes indeed it did. Yet, Drossel rarely had to pay his own price. Still, what a clever saying from a clever little she-cat. Clever, brave and stupid. In fact, she was so profound that Drossel almost didn't feel the urge to slit her throat with his long, thin claws and devour her heart. Almost. He giggled.

"Entertainment is a fleeting word, is it not?" he chided lightly. "It comes and goes so easily, never quite meaning the same thing. Boredom is much more understandable, and much more wearing." His giggle almost hissed on his lips in a little fit of laughter at his own words, almost as though he were joking. He wasn't, but it felt funny anyway.

He inhaled deeply, drawing in the she-cat's scent. One good thing about being blind was that it didn't matter how well anyone disguised themselves physically. There were things about their scents and the way they threw their voices that always gave them away. He could smell the little she-cat's fear, no matter how hard she was trying to push it back. Yes, it was faint, but it was there. He licked his lips.

"What we should do, and what we actually do rarely coincides," he mused with a smirk. "The real question is what we want to do." His ears flicked slightly, helping him to turn his head in her direction, blindly gazing just over her head. "Something tells me you're not quite sure yet." He giggled, the tip of his tail flicking. "I cannot wait for you to decide...."

A name? She wanted a name? Did they all feel like they needed a name? Why? It wasn't like any of them would see Drossel again. They probably wouldn't want to, really. Even if they did, would they want to cast him a friend greeting? Unlikely. He smirked. Oh yes, he had a name. He had two, actually. The one nobody knew, and the one everyone knew. "My name, little one? The Master. I am the Master."

TAGS: Sprout
WORDS: 342
NOTES: It could indeed.

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[Sprout]

 R O B I N P A W
you can wear the crown but you're no princess

Snarls and snickers, giggles and grins. A cacophony of eerie sounds emanated from The Master. Every time he moved, even the slightest adjustment of position, wove a nightmarish tapestry of macabre intentions. Like he was just holding back. From what? Robinpaw really didn't want to know. If his words were anything to go from, his desires were rather dark. The sound of his voice was lulling, but his words jerked the young cat right awake. Strings of sentences bounced through her head, his hissing words echoing in her ears. What did she want to do?


This late in the game, it might be detrimental to her to go find a patrol, or run back to the camp. She had no doubts the tom would still be there when they returned, but what would the warriors do? Take him into camp? That would be a terrible mistake. No, it was too late to fetch anyone now. Which meant she had to stay, and continue her unsettling conversation until she could escape. Her conversation with... The Master? An interesting name choice. And by interesting, she mean completely delusional. Yet, she guessed she should humor the sinister tom. The consequences could be dire.


Well, I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, Master, but I'm not sure if that's true. She meowed, narrowing her eyes. I think I've decided to stay, for now at least, because I don't want you in our camp. I have no doubt you'd kill us while we sleep. With a twitch of her nose, she continued, It may not mean much to you, but I'm Robinpaw. Her gaze flitted to the tom and she looked him up and down. You're the strangest cat I've ever seen. Where did you come from? Her question was bold, and she was unsure if he'd actually respond, but it was worth a shot.

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Notes: xx

[Mistress Tatl.]

I am your master.

He had to admit things were getting fun, even without inflicting pain on anyone else at the moment. Maybe he was getting bored at his antics....Haha! Nope! His pointed grin widened, if that were at all possible at this point and his ears stood perfectly up, not even flicking around in the slightest to hear his surroundings. At the moment, Drossel actually was completely blind. Well, other than the ghosts flickering across his vision.

"Kill you all in your sleep?" he mused in delight. "That sounds dreadfully boring and like it would require stealth, doesn't it?" The trill in Drossel's voice was thick with amusement. Did this kit even think before she spoke? She wanted him to waste time slaughtering cats in their sleep, but where was the fun in that?!

You could try not killing anyone for once. Asleep, awake, or anywhere inbetween, one of the ghosts spoke up, bothering him. His tail flicked in annoyance as he glanced sideways at it, which would read to Robin as a slight jerk of the head for no particular reason.

"Oh don't be boring," he hissed at the spirit, who was invisible to all but himself. "I don't need you nagging over my shoulder to tell me what's right and wrong. I know full well. And I know what's fun." He gave a dark, pointed grin at the ghost. The invisible cat gave Drossel a disappointed and sad look, which made Drossel grin again almost immediately. He loved when  he upset them. He loved their disappointment. He practically feasted on it.

"Robinpaw," he repeated the name as he licked his lips in thought. For a moment, Drossel was actually completely silent. It seemed his laughter was beginning to fade, if only because the situation was too interesting to keep his giggle going. "Funny. Robins never stuck me as curious birds." He smirked and chuckled for a moment at his own joke.

"Where am I from?" Drossel recited the question, tail flicking as he raised a paw to bat at an inch in one ear. "What does that even mean? There are many places I'm from. I'm from where my ancestors whence came. I'm from where I was born. I'm from my mother and father." He chortled at the unyielding answers. "But most of all, I don't know!"

TAGS: Sprout
WORDS: 386
NOTES: XXX

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[Sprout]

R O B I N P A W
you can wear the crown but you're no princess

The slight, almost imperceptible shake of the Master's head attracted Robinpaw's attention. She narrowed her eyes, seeing his lips moving slightly, but she couldn't hear a word she was saying. What on earth was he doing? It was like he was having a silent conversation with himself. Robinpaw opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. Soon enough, his grin returned, more triumphant and menacing than before. 


Funny. Robins never stuck me as curious birds.
Robinpaw's mouth quirked at one corner. Robins were abundant in the forest, though she refused to hunt her namesake. She watched them trail after large animals, searching for bugs in the soil they churned up. Maybe she related to the robin more than The Master realized, if not for her curiosity, then for her habit of approaching dangerous creatures in the hope of something good. 


Ah, again, cryptic words, that had meaning only The Master understood. Robinpaw narrowed her eyes, replaying each syllable in her mind, processing the new information. How could he not know where he came from? the concept seemed so strange and alien to Robinpaw, because she knew so much about her clan, and her family. But, she guessed that came from living in such a group for such an amount of time. The Master seemed to be alone. Who would want to travel with him? His giggles and grins were almost too much for Robinpaw to endure, and she was a rather brave hearted little lass. 


Well, I live in ThunderClan, with my mother and 3 siblings. I'm an apprentice, training to be a warrior, she stated, a flash of pride in her eyes. Well, kinda. I have no certain mentor yet, but I will soon!

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Word count: 286
Notes: sorry for pitiful post

[Mistress Tatl.]

I am your master.

Did this little she-cat think he'd asked for her life story? Well he hadn't. Besides, she was just giving the tom ammunition for any future meetings between the two. He chuckled at the thought, tail flicking slightly in giddy glee.

"Family?" he chimed lightly in a rather unnerving interest. "And tell me, little Robin, what is your family like? You smell like that other little tom, you know~" He inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent as his eyes closed to savor it, almost like smelling catnip. Only better. What he was smelling was intoxicating sent of a slowly weakening bravery. If he simply kept being him, he would bet this "apprentice" would end up running for her life.

"You speak words that mean nothing to me," the tom trilled lightly. "Like he did. Warrior? Clan? Mentor? Terms I hear only from those worthless beings that plague my sights. Yes! You!" Suddenly, Drossel's head jerked to the side with an annoyed snarled at a spirit only he could see. Robin might be shocked at his sudden shout at an ambiguous being, but Drossel didn't care. Slowly his blind gaze turned back to the she-cat.

"i live alone. I taught myself. I learned to live alone, away from the promises of false gods. I killed my mother, and my sister so that I would be the only one of my kind. I'm not a puppet like your 'clans'. I serve no cat. Why do you sound so pleased to be "

TAGS: Sprout
WORDS: 249
NOTES: Sorry abou the short response...

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[Sprout]

R O B I N P A W
long live the reckless and the brave


Before right now, Robinpaw had been scared by the tom. Scared, but mostly unsettled, put on edge. Now, she felt real terror. Smelt like the other tom? What other tom? Did he mean Shrikepaw? What had Shrikepaw done with this Master? A flutter rose in her chest. There were a thousand different possibility, depending on what personality he'd been in that day. While she panicked, the tom flared his nostrils and inhaled deeply, as if committing her scent to memory. Creepy, to say the least. She felt a wave of revulsion and jerked back from the psychopath. It felt like his tail was wrapped around her throat, each movement or word constricting her more and more to a now inevitable threat. Robinpaw felt like he was a death threat, hanging over head, as heavy as the moon. 

For some reason, his blatant indifference hurt Robinpaw. She didn't understand why, and her own instability made her angry. How dare this creepy murderous infiltrator make her feel so badly of herself? A frown peeped on her face, becoming deeper as the tom continued talking, then snarled at some ghost only visible to him. The notion almost made her smile; something a blind cat can see that she couldn't. She took comfort in the fact that he couldn't see and she could, pretty well in fact. 

A cold trickle ran down her spine at the mention of him killing his family. How could he be so heartless? Was total solitude worth murdering your family? The whole thing seemed even more horrifying as her thoughts darted to her siblings, and her mother. What would life be like without them?

His last question stumped her. Her whole life, she had been told to live a certain way, to follow the rules and serve the clan. But... what for? Why was the clans life more important to her own? Well, she guessed it was because there were cats who couldn't look after themselves anymore, and they were all stronger together. Their traditions and rituals and rules bound them together, kept them from leading astray. Their faith, in their ancestors, in the clan, in each-other, kept them alive. How did she explain that to an outsider? To someone who'd lived their whole life alone?

Well, at least now I know it's your homicidal nature that drives everyone away, not your rugged good looks, she started with a smirk, not trying to hide the snark in her voice. I serve my clan because it is my duty, and it's how I've been raised. I can't explain it to a fabulous psychopath like you. A deep breath separated her sentences. What did you do to Shrikepaw? You better not have hurt him. 

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Word count: 453
Notes: I got a bit carried away...

[Mistress Tatl.]

I am your master.

"Looks?"

That comment sent Drossel into a fit of giggles as he slid forward slightly, back arching in his fit of hysterical laughter. Looks! Of all things for her to say! It was hilarious because Drossel couldn't look at anything. He was blind! How funny! His body wracked with wheezing uncontrollable laughter for probably a little too long. In fact, he almost tumbled off the branch for laughing so hard.

"Hee hee! Looks, that's good!" he mused, batting tears from his eyes and he panted to catch his breath from the good laugh. "Because I'm blind! You're practically a commedian. Hee hee. Whatever that means." He'd heard the word somewhere. If only he could remember where. His head tilted as he grinned at her.

"Shrikepaw?" Drossel chimed, one ear flicking slightly. More and more spirits seemed to be flickering through his "vision". Slowly, he ran his tongue across his muzzle, almost like he was hungry. Of course, the name really didn't mean anything to him. But it was simple enough to figure out who this kitten was speaking of.

"Why, I tortured him." His pointed grin widened to an almost unnatural width. "I made him suffer. It was fun. So much fun. Some of the spirits begged me to stop. So I had to hurt him more. I had to make them regret telling me what to do. I'm done listening to them." His chest puffed out slightly as his head raised proudly. Suddenly, though, he exhaled and frowned. "But that kitten. He didn't seem to care. How boring. I let him go."

Drossel shrugged slightly, clearly uncaring about Robin's life or her thoughts toward him. It wasn't interesting. At least, not at the moment. Where was the entertainment in family, anyway? He'd never seen it.

"Duty. I detest that word." the crazy tom made a face, lolling his tongue out with a little 'bleh' noise. "Duty. This. Duty that. 'Drossel~ It's your duty to save cats with your abilities~ Drossel~ Don't hurt them~ Drossel~ You have to save them~ You have to~'." He ended his bits of imitated voices with a disgusted face. "I never did like being told what I have to do. Especially by two-faced false gods." Suddenly, his grin broke out a gain. "But Psychopath...Yes. Yeeees~. I do love that word so. It's entertaining." He let out a solid eerie, jeering laughter.

TAGS: Sprout
WORDS: 396
NOTES: There's no such thing as too carried away~ ;3

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[Sprout]

R O B I N P A W
LONG LIVE THE RECKLESS AND THE BRAVE

A small flash of superiority bloomed in Robinpaw. It was petty and rude, but she could see, and he couldn't. She wasn't sure if her comment was true or not, but even if you could call The Master handsome, he definitely wasn't rugged. With his lithe, almost emancipated build, long thin face and whip-like tail, he was so skinny you could cut yourself by touching him. Not that Robinpaw wanted to; the thought send a shudder down her spine. It was difficult to imagine anyone showing The Master any kind of affection, especially not sharing tongues. He didn't seem like the kind of cat you could lie down with and talk about your day to. He'd probably just giggle and nip your skin open.

Yes, Shrikepaw. Small, white, no tail.
Robinpaw managed, gritting her teeth to stop her from spitting the words out. Robinpaw had always felt a certain need to protect her brother. There were too mnay cats who didn't trust him, or thought less of him because of his multiple personalities. Yes, he could be unpredictable, and a few of his personalities were unpleasant at times, but he was a member of the clan, and he was Robinpaw's brother. Hence why Robinpaw's anger swelled and burned as The Master continued, talking almost with complete glee about the torment he put her brother through. It took all of Robinpaw's self control to not rake her claws across his face. The Master said he was boring. Robinpaw smiled a little; at least Shrikepaw was OK. It was only after she realized this that she also realized her description was useless, The Master was blind. 

Perhaps your not quite as smooth as you think you are, she said, her tone gathering intensity, Drossel.
That was the name he had used for himself, or at least she'd assumed. Robinpaw'd had a feeling that The Master wasn't his real name, and it felt good to have an actual name to call him.You're just a sick freak that belongs nowhere and to no-one, whose going to die alone in some pursuit of entertainment. she spat, eyes blazing. She'd just about had enough of  his crap. Her fur crackled with static, standing on end to make her seem so much bigger than she was. Not that it was of any use; Drossel couldn't see. That was the only thing that kept her from gouging his eyes out. 
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Notes: xx

[Mistress Tatl.]

I am your master.

Oh yes. He could hear it now. The anger. The frustration in her voice. That was the best part. Always the best part. Whether it was coming from spirits or relatives or complete strangers. The insults spat at him, bearing no effect as their rage drove them to try to destroy Drossel emotionally. What they didn't understand was that they couldn't. He knew he was sick and twisted. Yes. He knew full well. He loved every second of it. The more they hated him, the more it egged him on. Especially cats like these clan cats. Stuck on their high horse because of the false gods they worship.

"Oh yes," he mused, inhaling deeply and letting out a dreamy sigh. His tail flicked slightly as pleasure seeped through his every bone, sending a slight chill through him. Slowly, his tongue ran across his pointed teeth, almost trying to savor the flavor of her rage.

"Freak. That is their favorite word," He purred, rolling over on the branch onto his back like a cat in catnip. "You're a freak, Drossel! A sick. Twisted. Freak! Hee hee! I am! I will die alone. I can't wait!" His excitement for the fact was sickeningly disturbing. "I will die for myself. I will die for what I love. And I will die with a grin on my face. Tell me, little one. How many of your clan cats can say that? How many of them are happy to die. I do not fear death. Do you?" Slowly, the tom used his hind legs to push himself toward Robinpaw, on his back still.

"Death. Killing. Doing what's important to you. What makes you so different from me, anyway?" He snickered, ears flicking. "Go ahead. Kill me now. I'm giddy with excitement. I will join them in the darkness." His tail swept, gesturing to the spirits Robinpaw couldn't see. "And there I will make them pay just like here.  Make them pay for doing this to me. They turned on me. Just like you would, were you to try to be my friend. Here is the difference between us, little Robin. I speak the truth openly and fearlessly. You, however, wreak of fear and annoyance. It's a simply delicious smell." Once again he inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent. "I don't mind dying like this. My body starving and fragile, but my mind at its very height of contentment."

TAGS: Sprout
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NOTES: Aaaah! eeee! excitement! It's getting juicy ;3.

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