Life is Fickle (Rackham)

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Just outside camp, the blue sky swirled with white, fluffy clouds. The wind whistled through a few nearby hollow rabbit bones, creating a lovely, upbeat tune. The warmth of the sun trickled down to the ground, frosting everything in a twinkling light. The ground felt soft and inviting underneath Fang's paws, beckoning her for a dust bath. The light brown tabby scratched up a bit of dust beneath her and plopped down in it, rolling this way and that. Clouds of dust puffed up and blew away in the slight breeze. Getting back up to her feet, Fang shook herself vigorously, sending a ton of dust off into the wind at once. Blinking golden green eyes in the sunlight, she gave her short back a good stretch, receiving a satisfying couple of pops. The sun was already in the highest point of the sky and she hadn't done a thing all day but catch a few mice. The she-cat sat back on her haunches, considering what she could accomplish. Perhaps nothing was in order. Her mood was thin and hunting didn't sound very amusing. Nor did patrolling, really. The she-cat licked her right hind leg scar thoughtfully. A bit of dust stuck to her tongue and she spit it out. Wrinkling her nose, she decided she was disgusted with today, it was boring and droll. Angrily, she retreated to a shaded spot nearby and lay down in the spikey grass. Fang didn't even care about the small pokes in her side from the grass, she was too busy thinking about what had happened in the last gathering. Rackham had become the tyrant of Bloodclan. She didn't really care, either way. He was just someone else to think he had more importance over everyone and laugh manicly in his leader head about it. Now that was amusing. Rackham was smart and deliciously cunning. Fang knew he was hiding something but she didn't much care for secrets. She sort of idolized him, he had everything he wanted because he'd done what he had to to get it. Ever since she first woke up in Bloodclan she'd been in his presence. Fang kept a close eye on his smirked mumblings and sneaky behavior. Obviously he wasn't someone to tread close to, but the she-cat couldn't help herself. He was interesting. Like watching a caterpiller eat tons of innocent leaves to change into a butterfly.

[Rackham]

Quietly padding out of his den, Rackham let out a tired yawn as he crossed the catacombs towards the Medicine Cat den to begin his day. The golden tabby still wasn't quite used to sleeping in the Leader's Den but it was his now and he had might as well used it, it also cemented in every cat's head that he was indeed in charge now. With Stormheart gone it became quite a bit easier to do things now, the insufferable tom no longer watching his movements in an attempt to call him out on his murders. Rackham was being careful and with his kind of intellect it would be hard to get any kind of evidence against him, let alone get him convicted once again of treason. The tom knew what he was doing and he was going to do it well.

After taking inventory of all the herbs he had and didn't have, the self-proclaimed Tyrant planned out a map in his head to retrieve all he needed before stepping out once again and making his way towards the surface. The bright sunlight burned his eyes, his ShadowClan blood begging him to return into the darkness until nightfall. He ignored it however and shook his fur as he squinted in hopes of regaining some vision, damning his parents for giving him the blood of rat-like heathens. After a moment though his vision for the most part cleared and he began his trek towards the first location pinned on his mental map, a small area where tansy grew by the bunches on ShadowClan soil. He wondered for a split second if Littlecloud would be around but pushed the thought away as soon as it appeared. He needed to stop thinking about the she-cat, she was a mere pawn he played until she stopped being of use. Filthy little thing she was, he knew she still had connections to Stormheart.

The golden tabby shook his head and eradicated any further thoughts on the two, if he continued worrying himself over others he'd surely drive himself mad. A muffled sound invaded his thoughts thankfully so he decided to see what it was, his ears perked and his body low. He was never a fighter, but giving the impression he was able to if need be made sure the intruder didn't have a leg up on him. Quietly slipping through a bush revealed it to be one of his own however, so the tom dropped the façade and returned to his graceful yet professional stance. "Funny how others think they can get away with shirking their duties." Rackham remarked, his honey eyes glaring at Fang. "What do you suppose you are doing right now, hmm?"

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Tagged: Fang (Cloud)
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Ooc: Oh gosh, hope this is okay Dx I haven't rped him in a long time, bleh.

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OOC: it's ok, I might not be too hot myself, so we'll be even

The brown tabby felt a chill on the back of her neck, her hair rising instinctively. She could sense that something was stalking her. Breathing out as her head turned and noticed the newly proclaimed tyrant, she settled herself coolly. His monotone, graceful voice sent her blood boiling, her ears fighting herself to tuck back in offense. Fang kept her relaxed stance as quietly as she could, stroking her inner calm and trying to pretend his accusation didn't offend her.

She chose her words carefully, a delicate and frothy tone whispering past her lips, "Relaxing in the shade and wondering why I haven't seen anyone else outside camp yet today." Her golden green pools glinted back at him. Her heart smoldered with jealousy, watching him stand there as if he stood miles high, looking down in mocking laughter. Although his face was tantalizingly handsome, his frail body ruined her utmost disgusted respect she felt toward him. She could easily clamp his throat shut with one bite, let him squirm uselessly against her. She would grin with her mouth full, never letting an inch of give while he clawed and kicked at her body, only making her angrier with each fresh cut.

Fang rose her mind from the dark thoughts of murder, blinking lazily. "May I ask what you're doing out and about by your lonesome?" She questioned, curling her tail over her paws. "I can accompany you, if you'd wish." The she-cat added, turning her attention from him to stare, uninterested, as a large black beetle crawled slowly just past her front paws. She placed a brown paw in its' path suddenly, causing it to stop and turn the other way. Again, she blocked its' path, amusing herself. Finally, she let it go, once more uninterested.

[Rackham]

Rackham watched as the she-cat as she tried her hardest to keep cool, his icy gaze watching as her brain forced her body to relax. He always seemed to notice the little things about people, and her eyes showed how disgusted she was of him. Not that he entirely minded, she was but a pawn in his growing army. He'd give her a second thought if she rose to become a knight or a bishop, but it seemed unlikely she'd be able to manage that. Still, Fang was physically stronger than him and it was best to prevent any kind of confrontation between the two of them.

"As it seems you have forgotten, I must remind you that we do not have many healthy Warriors, as the sickness that has been rampaging though our Clan for the past couple moons has incapacitated many of them. Whoever is healthy enough is required to aid the others by taking it upon themselves to fulfill Clan duties." The golden tom snapped back, his voice calm but the subtly laced with annoyance. He had enough on his plate at the moment trying to heal who he could and help the ones who StarClan had chosen to take. Those who were left were ordered to go hunting and perform patrols, which would help the Clan back onto its feet once the sickly cats recovered. Slackers were never tolerated in times of peace, what made Fang think she could put off her chores during a crisis? It disgusted him, he seemed to be the only one willing to put time and effort into making this useless group of felines something to be feared. With a sigh he realized his dreams were going to be pushed back once again to a later date.

The Tyrant's ears flicked back as the she-cat spoke, her nosiness revolting and unwanted. "I was going out to retrieve some herbs, since it seems to concern you so dearly. I'd rather continue my trek alone, but if it means you are working I suppose you could accompany me." Reluctantly Rackham rose to his paws and stared at the brown tabby, if she became a hassle he'd have no qualms pumping her stomach full of death berries. He already hated her attitude, but learned to tolerate her kind as BloodClan seemed to be crawling with them. Wretched little things, thinking them as great beings who needed no rules. Soon enough though, they would learn. StarClan shall smite them all, and plunge them into the fiery pit.

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Tagged: Fang (Cloud)
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Ooc: Whoops I Frollo'd u v u

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Fang twirled her tail up against her side, her paws prickling with an undecided emotion. He was so proud of himself, so stuck up. She envied him, it must be so fulfilling to have such authority and endless powers. To be able to do what he wished, even if it meant ending another cat's life. The brown tabby rose to her feet in attention, cleaning her mind of thought and emotions, her expression bland and controlled. "Yes, I appreciate the invite," she mewed in response, her eyes soft in his gaze. Fang wished to smart off to the blaggard, but kept her lips shut respectively. She would have to obey him, he was her leader after all. The she-cat made up her mind to keep a strict line while in his presence. Obedient yet watchful, careful not to get stuck in his web of tricks.
She thought him to be quite clever, he almost always found a way to weasel his wishes into effect, even before he became leader. He was smarter than her, perhaps. But, she saw past his use of controlled language. She knew what he was up to, though she didn't have a clue how he had seen to most of the sick cats in the clan to pass, some of them seeming to be in the early stages of sickness when they passed. The thought didn't really bother the she-cat, of course it upset her at the thought of murder, but these cats had been sick and most likely would have died anyway. He probably saved them prolonged suffering, that was how she looked at it anyway.
Fang blinked golden green pools, her ears flicking forward to listen to the forest before her. She swung her slender tail energetically, her thoughts trained on the idea of herb searching with her companion. Anything to do with providing for her clan gave her energy, she was always happy to help her fellow felines. Fang took a few steps out toward the forest, slowly waiting for her tyrant to take the lead in their little search.