Anger Breeds Hatred...(Open)

Spiderfang sat motionless in the middle of the clearing,the snow swirling around her to make a thin,icy layer of frozen mud on the ground around her. Her long tail was curled tightly over her paws,and her eyes were closed with concentration and thought. She anxiously sheathed and unsheathed her claws several times,leaving thin marks in the soil.

She was still nursing a bitter vendetta against her birth Clan,WindClan,for not hearing her out and accusing her of murder. Even after attacking them twice and killing her former best friend,she still wanted revenge on them for even existing. Her lips curled up in a faint hint of a snarl,disgust written plainly on her features.

A cold wind clawed at her fur,ruffling it. But she hardly felt it;she hardly felt anything. She only felt the burning hot desire to destroy the cats of WindClan at any cost. Even if it killed her. What started out as only anger and bitter feelings turned to full-blown hatred for the cats of her former Clan,and she yearned to destroy them.

Demonheart watched Spiderfang intently, admireing the she-cat's concentration. Her hatred was quite obvious, and Demonheart was a little affraid of starting conversation. She didn't want to suffer Spiderfang's wrath.

I didnt know what to post DX

OOC:It's alright.


Spiderfang turned slightly,opening her coppery eyes to look at Demonheart from the corner of her eyes. "Did you want something?"she asked,her voice roughly polite as she addressed the other she-cat. She didn't really have any friends in DarkClan,except for Skull and her apprentice,Maplepaw. And she wasn't about to start making more.

Stormcloud, bulking figure casting long shadows on the snow-covered ground, padded, or rather stalked, the camp, blue eyes a flurry like the weather she was residing in and dagger claws unsheathed. Her fluffy tail twitched with annoyance for no obvious reason, just out of her unpenetrable boredom. Oh, how she yearned to rip fur. Any fur. Right now, she really didn't care what it was.

Coming upon the prey pile, she reached down and grasped a mouse in her strong and capable jaws, turned towards the middle of the clearing, and, finally, decided to see Spiderfang. The she-cat had a look of hatred on her stony face, and her eyes were closed tightly. Stormcloud, having nothing better to do, sweeped her tail over the thin layer of glistening snow crystals, banishing them from her spot, and lay down, attention not on the cat, but on slowly picking apart her prey.

Her claws ripped through the skin, and although she knew she was wasting precious prey, really didn't care. The arctic wind buffeted against her pelt, whistling through the strands. Stormcloud welcomed the feeling. Cold was more her home. Why they had not attacked a pitiful clan escaped her. Why not? All thhe others were weak, defenseless. Now would be the perfect takeover scheme. Nightstar was holding back for a reason that puzzled her. Reluctantly, she muttered, not inclining her head towards Spiderfang.

"You look like you want to murder the earth ... "

Actually, she looked more like she was (I'maretard) ... and Stormcloud gladly murmured that under her breath, not letting Spiderfang hear it. All the cats seemed to stay a ten mile radius from the burly she-cat. They seemed scared of her. Nonsense. Even Demonheart kept her distance.

Her ears twitched as she heard Stormcloud's voice,and she turned her gaze to the other she-cat,not replying. Her unusually long canine teeth appeared to be fang-like as the jutted from her lip,an intimidating bone-white color and stained with blood from countless battles.

Demonheart flinched and lowered her head, remaining silent.

NO MUSE DX