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 Occupation:Student Home town:Coos Bay Location: uninteresting Astrological info(Gemini): Element- Air represents the intellect and ones ability to reason and communicate. Geminis tend to not get along with one another and are thought to be adaptable, impressionable, sharp, sympathetic, communicative, resourceful and restless, with a gift for seeing both sides of a situation at the same time and an immense desire for knowledge, variety and new ideas. They supposedly adapt very well to new situations, possess much flexibility, seldom have any particular agenda and are perfectly happy to fill in an assigned role. However, they are also said to be inconsistent, changeable, nervous, indecisive and irresponsible, with a tendency to get wrapped up in tiny particulars. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MORE ABOUT ME... I joined this wiki because:It is very interesting and I love warriors The best word to describe me is:absent minded Interests: reading and writing Favorite movies: Blood and Chocolate, Harry Potter 6 Favorite TV shows:none My hero(es):My father If I could live anywhere, it would be:Miami My dream job(s):animal officer        Sound~ a tabby she-cat with green eyes, she is usually quiet but she is very passionate about what she loves. Her brother is Shadowstep and her Uncle is Tork. Bell~ Light grey she-cat with darker paws and dark blue eyes. Adopted Tork as a kit. Very close to her family and her best friend is Lunacloud(ninjakitty). Very, very old. She is Ripplepaws mother. Tork~ black tom with deep green eyes. Raised by foxes and loner Bell. He is a special cat, one who savagely kills and the sight or smell of blood. Often seen gathering herbs but no one has ever seen what he does with them. Raised his brothers kits because the tom hated them. Currently raising someone elses kits. He wishes one day he could have kits of his own.  Darkwhisker~ gray tom with black spots and large burns on one side. he got his burns in the BrookClan fire. He has a mate and six kits. his mates name is Spriritpool(swiftclaw4) BrookClan. Since Ripplepaw was handed to him by Bell he took over being her father. He is very close to her and treats her just like his other daughters. Shadowstep~ light gray tom with black paws and light blue eyes. His loyalty to SunClan and his kit, Moonkit, are unbreakable. He was blinded when a strange cat attacked him and it worries his son a lot. He discourages any talk about how he cannot be a proper warrior. Moonkit~ gray tom with white tabby markings and black paws. He hates the fact that his father will never see how big he'll get and all the scars he'll have when he grows up. He has developed a sharp toung toward Jaywing, the SunClan deputy. He has blue eyes just like his father. His only friends are in BrookClan(Ripplepaw, Memorypaw) Moonkit would give up anything to get his fathers sight back. Father~ Gray tom with black circles around his eyes. He strongly belives in StarClan and knows many herbs. He has taken over fathering a clan kit, Mosskit. Mosskit~ blue-gray tom with pale blue eyes. He has short legs and a really long tail. He is very small for his age and very curious about herbs. His mother died and left him and his brothers and sisters alone with Father a long time ago and ever scince then he has hardly left the great toms side. These are my closest friends!  1. Brandon (A.K.A. Little We-emo) 2. Maryann (A.K.A Little Person) 3. Chris (A.K.A. Wolfy) 4. Kylie (A.K.A. Tramp) 5. Jerid (A.K.A. Amant) 6. Matt (A.K.A. Big Skipper) 7. Shandra (A.K.A. Little Skipper) 8. Jese (A.K.A. Mexican Emo Child) 9. Blaze (A.K.A. Feuer)       /\_/\ (T~T) (") (") Every time an animal is hurt, this bunny cries! Bunny can't cry, stop the violence! If you have ever walked into a pole because you were texting copy and paste this onto your profile If you have ever fallen over for no reason copy and paste this onto you profile If you have ever taken a leap of faith when no one was there to catch you copy and paste this onto your profile If you have ever screamed into the darkness and no one answered copy and paste this onto your profile If you have ever been in a one way relationship copy and paste this onto your profile If you have ever been in a relationship where both of you love each other and the other screws over the relationship copy and paste this onto your profile If you have ever copied something onto your profile copy and paste this onto you rprofile If you are a fan of bloned jokes copy and paste this onto your profile Three blondes are in an elevator when the elevator suddenly stops and the lights go out. They try using their cell phones to get help, but have no luck. Even the phones are out. After a few hours of being stuck with no help in sight, one blonde says to the others "I think the best way to call for help is by yelling together." The others agree with the first, so they all inhale deeply and begin to yell loudly "Together, together, together." A blonde cop stops blonde motorist and asks for her driving license. The Motorist scuffles around in her purse and can't find it. She says to the cop, "I must have left it at home officer." The cop says, "Well, do you have any kind of identification?" The motorist scuffles around in her purse again, and finds a pocket mirror. She looks at it and says to the cop, "All I have is this picture of myself." The cop says, "Let me see it, then." So the blonde motorist gives the mirror to the blonde cop, who looks at it, and replies, "Well, if I had known you were a police officer, I wouldn't have even pulled you over. You can go now." A blonde is fed up with the fact that everyone thinks that blondes are dumb so she dyes her hair red and a week later she walks into a store to by a microwave. She looks at a buch and then finnaly picks one she likes, "I want to buy that microwave please." She told the store clerk. The store clerk looked at her and then at the microwave, "I don't sell to blondes." He replied. She leaves and comes back the next day with black hair, "I would like to buy that microwave," she tells him. The clerk looks at her and looks at the microwave and says, "I do not sell to blondes." She storms off and comes back with brown hair, again she goes up to the clerk and says, "I would like to buy this microwave please." Again the clerk shakes his head and says, "look lady, I do NOT sell to blondes!" She gets really angery and says, "how do you know I'm a blonde?" The clerk smiles and replies, "that, my dear, is a washing machine!" A blonde dyes her hair black and walks out into a pasture. She sees a farmer with a bunch of sheep. She walks over to him and says, "If I can guess the number of sheep you have, I can have one of them." He agrees and she starts to do all the calculations and jots down numbers on a notepad until finaly she goes back up to him and says, "you have sixty-eight sheep!" The farmer was suprised, "that's right. I am a man of my word so go ahead and take my sheep." She goes around and pick one she really likes and takes it home. About two hours later the farmer shows up at her door and says, "if I can guess your real hair color can I have my dog back?" Scarkit, Sound, and Bird slept in a pile of fur. Their bodies huddled for warmth. Forestfang had left to go hunt for himself. The tabby would punish them if they were to go anywhere so they stayed in the rain and snow waiting for him. Sometimes he only took till sunhigh, sometimes he took a couple of days. Sound woke up, her amber eyes gazed the darkness for their father. He was nowhere to be seen. She fluffled up her fur against the wind, it was raining hard. She noticed Bird was not sleeping, but the she-kits gaze stared blank into the forest. "What are you staring at Bird?" The tabby followed her sisters gaze. Nothing was there. Suddenly black fur pressed against them. Scarkit looked up to see their uncle. He had always come to their resue before. "Uncle Tork!" Scarkit pressed against the warm tom, his icy stare fell upon Bird then at Sound. She flashed him a happy look. Then it was gone. Scarkit looked at him, "where is our father?" "Not with us," he replied, his voice blunt and full of anger towards the tabby, "as he should stay that way. Come on Sound, Scarkit. We're going now." He picked up Sound and carried her away. Scarkit followed behind him, sheltering against the cold winds. "Wait!" Sound struggled against the toms teeth, "what about Bird? Why isn't she comming?" Tork had a look of sadness in his eyes as he glanced back at the tiny brown kit. She continued to stare into the darkness. Just as Scarkit and Sound would remember her, unblinking, not breathing, not living, just staring. Forestfang returned with high spirits, his tail waved slowly as he made his way back to his kits. "Sound, Bird, Scarkit I'm back!" He waited for them to ruch upon him, pestering them with the usual questions. Scarkit would always ask if he had fought off a bagder, Sound would ask him if he brought back anything to eat. But the clearing was quiet. "Sound! Bird! Scarkit! Get over here right now!" Nothing. He checked the rock where he had left them. He saw the limp body of Bird. Staring at him with glazed, amber eyes. Just like his. He was furious, those kits are gonna get it when they come back! He thought. The wind felt icy and good against his pelt. He sniffed sharply, this was a scent he had not scented for a long long time. Forestfangs claws sheathed and unsheathed. Tork! "Let go of me!" She struggled with all her tiny might, "I sware he'll come for me! Tork!" her tiny mew echoed through the hollow. "Shut her up!" The white she-cat meowed, "I can't think with all that screaming!" Her long claws sheathed and unsheathed. Irritation pricked her fur like needles. A black tom with a long scar strode over to the wailing tabby kit and slashed her muzzle, his claws sheathed. His hoarse meow stern and full of anger. Sound pressed her body into the slab of stone, "okay..." she squeaked. Her gray brother breathing fast and shallow beside her; Clinging to life. His black paws dripping in blood, "Scarkit wake up," she pushed him softly, "come on Scarkit!" "Shut up!" The white she-cat seemed on edge, as if she was expecting something. That something suddenly came. A shadow in the night, hidden by the darkness in the cave. claws were drawn, "Tork," she growled, "you came. I knew you would." "I will always come for my kits." His meow deep and foreboding. Scars decorated his pelt like the lights Twolegs put on trees during leaf-bare. "Dante, you should've never taken them." "These kits are not yours, They are Forestfangs and you know it!" she hissed, "your brother wants his kits back!" "My brother is not fit to be their father!" Tork jumped onto Dante, his claws scored her pelt time and time again. Suddenly a massive wave of cats, brown, white, black, and gray swathed around him. Clawing and biting the massive black tom. He was outnumbered, but not out maneuvered. He used his amazing speed to skid past them, his paws thudded the stone floor as he slashed every cat until him and four stood. The rest were either dead or long gone. Something had happened, Tork was even bigger, the size of a small fox. And his eyes were as black as the shadows he crept in. But the most distinctive change was in his fangs, they grew past his chin. Dripping in blood. The four cats were scared, and he could smell it. Dante jumped on him, "Bird, Whistle! Get the kits and run! Jumper help me!" The ash gray tabby and the gray she-cat took off, their paws light against the gray floor, they scooped up the tiny kits and dashed away into the undergrowth tree lengths away. Jumper sat there. "Jumper please!" She could feel her life being taken away from her and the gray cat just stood there. "I'm sorry Dante," she meowed, "their is no Jumper here. My name is Bell." She smiled, her teeth yellow and broken with age. "Tork..." The black tom tore into his opponents throat. He felt no sympathy for her. No one was going to take his family away from him. He looked at the bleeding body with anguish. No matter how much he tried, the massive tom couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't his fault he transformed. It wasn't his fault she had gotten in the way. "I'm sorry... my love." he licked her cheek and closed her eyes. Blue and beautiful still. Now it was time to chase down the others. He ran and beside him he felt the hot breath of his foster mother against his ear, "you are forgiven, my son." she meowed. They raced after the tabby. She was the only one left. But someone had gotten to her first. Riverflow sat there, kits huddled under a shrub. The rain pounded down hard. "Sorry it took so long," she meowed, "I had a little trouble..." her gaze moved toward the tabby mass a few rabbit lengths away. Tork padded over to her. She was still breathing, her flank rose and fell slowly. Tork bent down. He felt her warm blood enter his mouth. He took a pawstep back and spat it out. "Forestfang mustn't send more cats." he murmured. The toms gaze rippled until it became an icy blue and his fangs seeped back into his skull. He shrank a little. Bell and Riverflow nodded. He strode over to his nephew and niece. His toung rasped over their heads softly. Like a father. "are you okay?" he asked them. Though he all ready knew one answer. Sound licked him back, "Scarkit was hurt!" she looked at her brother. The young kit had just gotten over a kittencough when he was taken. Torks fur bristled with worry. Bell padded over, her tail rested on the large toms ear, "he is okay," she whispered, "Scarkit is just in shock. He's bleeding thought. We must stop that. Her toung lapped at the wounds. They were shallow scratches but fatal if infected since he was just two moons. Bell worked on her grandsons wounds as Tork cleaned the mud off of Sound. Sound was chirping happily. "You came! I knew you would!" "I would never leave you, Sound." "How did you find us?" "you whining of course!" "More power Sound!" Torks mew was sharp. These cats needed to know how to fight if they were to survive. Sound rolled, Scarheart pounced and she sent him flying. "well done Sound!" He praised the young cat, her battle skills were amazing. He knew she got it from their grandfather. Tork remembered the tabby sadly. The tom had betrayed his mate and kits to hold his position in his clan. And then died a moon later. Tork chased the thought away with a growl. "Scarheart you must be quicker!" The gray tom looked just like his mother; As Sound did her father and his father before him. But she had the heart of his mother. This made him happy. "Tork did you see that?" Scarheart meowed, panting. Tork shook his head to clear it, "sorry Scarheart, I didn't. Do you think you could do it again?" "Of course Tork!" The siblings always thought of Tork as their hero, he had risked life and limb over them. And now they needed to figure out how to repay him. And they would. "Hurry up Scarheart!" Sound hissed impaitently. The tabby rushed in on him, her paws gripped his head as she went in to get his throat. Scarheart twisted and kicked her in the belly, his black paws staying light on the sandy floor. He rushed upon her and delivered a small nip to her belly before she could recover. "Well done Scarkit!" Forestfang was hidden underneath a holly bush, his tabby pelt bristled with fury, "Tork," he meowed, "you have rasied my kits well. I will take them back now." Sound and Scarheart huddled close to Tork for protection. The massive black tom moved away from them. He was three times their size and could easily take his own brother down. Sound and Scarheart looked at him questioningly. "Just try and take them Forestfang," Tork meowed, "I won't stop you." "Tork what are you talking about?" Sound meowed, her mew was high and shocked, "you said that you'd protect us as long as we need it!" "I've taught you how to defend yourselves have I not?" Tork meowed, "is it not your turn to defend yourselves?" "I want to see how well my kits have been taught." Forestfang moved toward them. His amber gaze mimicked Sounds. His white paws slid across the sandy floor. Scarheart rushed at him, Forestfang jumped and landed on the gray toms head, "Apparently you need more training." Sound was behind him, this was something the two cats worked out on their own. Scarheart would act as a decoy and she would attack. He paws flailed open air. Forestfang was fast. He kicked Scarheart into the ground and jumped again, this time landing a few pawsteps away from them, "if they have my blood then they should be good at this." tork didn't blink, he loked at Sound and Scarheart a silent plea came into his eyes. He jumps! get him where jumping is impossible! Scarheart rushed at him again, this time knocking the tom into the brambles. He quickly became tangled and unable to move. Sound smiled. "How was that... father?" Forestfang was about to reply when he realized they were looking at Tork! Scarhearts shadowy steps silent in the sand. Sound lashed her tail happily. "You both did wonderfull! I wouldn't have done anything different my self!" Tork meowed as he gave both of them a fatherly lick on their heads. Smoothing a tuft of hair sticking out on Scarhearts flank. With a pang of sadness and jealsouy he pulled himself free, "Tork," The tabby tom meowed, "you have raised my kits well. I can see I am not their father. I am one who fathered them, yes, but you are the one who has been the father for them. Thank you Tork. I see what it is like to be a father." The tom stared into Torks eyes, tears formed in both toms eyes. "Tork... I want you to kow I am sorry. For the battle, for the trouble... and for Bird. May she rest in StarClan." Tork knew that the tom had resented his old ways, turned over a new leaf. Forestfang was now Forestpeace! And this made their mother proud. Was she watching him now? Even as he admitted that he was wrong and his brother was the better cat. Was she making a place for him in StarClan with his mate and daughter? Time would only tell... Tork Prologue Tork opened his eyes and saw a pretty ginger face, "mother," he swiped at her face with his claws, not knowing any better. She reared back on her hind paws in pain. But she crashed back down softly and tickled his belly, "my little fighter," she purred. His blue eyes shined. "Mother Shadow is tearing up the twoleg things again!" She sighed and moved away from him. Torks mother was soon replaced with a black figure with gray paws. "Listen brother," he growled, "you do what I say, and you'll be able to play all you want. But if you try and disobey me and..." he unsheathed his claws and held them up at his face. The kits were young but this one was smart. "Just do as I say." Tork giggled, he licked the black kits nose. The tom backed up and wiped it on the cloth that lined their bed. Tork tried to stand on his stumpy legs. He is the youngest of the litter, and the weakest. He crawled to the edge of the basket and saw his mother rasp her tongue over a ginger and black she-cat. "Now," the she-cat meowed, "I'll tell you the truth! Socks did it!" He looked back over his shoulder at his brother, the black kit was not pleased, "I can't believe she ratted me out!" He hissed under his breath. Suddenly he was picked up and shaken a little, "if I ever hear that you were doing that again I'll do much much worse!" she meowed sternly. She licked his sister's ear, "I'm proud that you told the truth Shadow," she meowed, "never forget that the truth will set you free." "I won't mother." She promised, "hey did Tork finally open his eyes?" She padded over to him, "hey mama," Shadow called, "why is one of his eyes all cloudy and has a stupid look on it?" "Lemme see, lemme see!" Socks moved closer, "he's got weird eyes!" Tork was confused, he couldn't see what they were looking at, he could only see half of Shadows face. He whimpered. "Socks, Shadow, stop pestering your brother about his blind eye. You're scaring him!" "Sorry mama," Shadow looked at her paws. Socks whispered something in her ear and they scampered off together. Tork padded over to his mother, "what is a 'blind eye'?" "It means that you cannot see out of one eye," she meowed, "don't worry my son. A blind eye is nothing to be ashamed of. You have your fathers eyes. And his fur. But you have my mothers adorable nose!" She touched her nose to his and he fell over laughing. Part 1~ Blackblood  Chapter one~ a deadly decision Tork scanned the clearing, so far no one had followed him. He crouched down to eat his rabbit when he heard something unfamiliar; a kind of erie yowl. "So how do you like BloodClan rabbits?" He whipped his head around and saw a couple of black cats. One had a collar studded with teeth. "I said, 'how do you like BloodClan rabbits?'" the one with the collar hissed. Tork cleared his throat and took a bite of the rabbit before answering, he chewed it thoughtfully and spat it at the toms feet, "it tastes like bile." he answered with a sneer. The other one launched himself at him, Tork was fast like the shadows, he was behind the tom when he pounced on him and pinned him painfully. The black cat wreathed under his tight, painful grip. "Psycho that's enough!" The first one growled, "I gave no order to attack him!" Tork got off of him, but the one called Psycho tried to snap at his throat. He ducked and nipped at his chest warningly. "Psycho you fox brain get over here!" He commend. Psycho reluctantly padded slowly back to the small tom. "Sorry Scorch..." he muttered. "Shut up useless!" Scorch hissed. He turned to Tork, "greetings. I am Scorch. This is Psycho my... fighter. what is your name?" "Tork," he growled. Three black pelt bristled in the clearing. "Well Tork," Scorch tasted his name on his tongue, "how's about joining my clan. BloodClan." "What's in it for me?" "Your life," Psycho murmured before getting a face full of claws. "stupid kittypet." "I am not a kittypet!" Tork growled, his blue collar clearly noticeable against his black fur. "I think I might join. What's the catch?" "Kill this kit," Scorch moved as a tiny tabby kit came forward, it looked up at his with blue eyes just like his, one blind, the other a vibrant blue. Tork looked up at the BloodClan cats and nodded before brutally tearing the kits throat out without hesitation. Blood stained the grass and his paws, "there.... is my answer Scorch. BloodClan seems... brutal. I've been looking for something to occupy my time. I think murdering would be a nice change." Scorch nodded, "Psycho, Tork has promise, he is young and his fighting spirit is strong. I think he would be a nice succesor." Chapter two~ Love at first sight Tork backed out of Scorch's den, his black fur bristled, "and don't come back until he's dead!" he heard the toms fierce words seep into his ears like a vicious poison. Tork decided he would take a walk in the forest half of BloodClan territory. He smoothed his fur before heading out. Today is a fine day for a walk he thought, I might as well enjoy myself before my mission. He DID give me three days to complete it and I only need one! Suddenly he heard a rustle in the bushes, he growled. Tork slithered around them and saw a black she-cat with a long gray stripe on her back. He blinked twice, Her red eyes half closed as she licked her paw and drew it over her head with long, slow strokes. Her fur was neatly kept and shined with and odd sheen. He was memorized by the she-cats beauty, her ear twitched occasionally and every time it did, Torks heart would skip a beat. He couldn't move, his eyes began to picture her everywhere he went. Her tail slipped between the branches of the trees. Sometimes he could scent her where he walked. As the days slipped by he couldn't contain himself anymore, Tork went back to the spot he first saw her and there she was, her dainty looking paws placed carefully on the ground as she groomed her shiny fur. Tork was once again captured by her beauty. He breathed in her scent as he watched her. Suddenly the she-cat wasn't there anymore. He went back to his den for sleep. Torks sleep was disturbed by her, she was speaking to him but the wind from the mountains drowned her out. He panicked, "don't go!" he would cry, "please! I don't even know your name! Please tell me your name!" Tork woke with a gasp, as he did many nights before. "I've got to talk to her." He promised himself and looked at the sky. It was almost sundown. He rushed back to the spot where he always watched her groom herself. She wasn't there. Tork came by three times a day and twice at night, she still didn't show. For a moon this continued, he would wait until he felt his legs cramp from sitting so still and then come back later only to welcome more disappointment. He began to lose hope. Psycho knew what was happening. "You know," the devious black tom would always start, "ever since you were sent to kill the small group of loners you've been acting strange... What's up?" "Why do you want to know Psycho?" Tork would hiss, "do you want to try and crush that too?" "Well yeah but that's besides the point." The almost crazy cat would push him, "seriously man, it's no fun toying with your emotions and stuff anymore." "Let's just put it this way," Tork growled, "I need to find the rest of me okay!" That would send him into a fury and send him off to his special place, his beautiful she-cats place. This happened daily, sometimes twice. Tork refused to go on a mission for fear that she would come back and he would miss her. One night, Tork had drifted off into a deep sleep. He was tormented by her magnificent face as it appeared to him with anger this time. He ran towards her, "what is your name?" he called out to her, "please tell me I'll do anything!" A sharp paw in his flank woke him, "who's name?" a course voice asked, it was gentle and song-like. Tork blinked up at the cat, it was her! Tork stood up and shook himself, "oh no one!" He meowed quickly, "just a bad dream." He saw a shadow cross her face and it was gone in a flash. Tork shuddered inside as it reminded him of his dream. "Well actually," he began. I know that I'm going to regret this later! "I wanted to know yours-you see I was hunting around these parts one day and I... spotted you sitting here. I was just curious on to what your name is." "Oh," he could see a little shadow of doubt in her eyes. he suddenly felt his pelt grow hot under her gentle red eyes, "m-m-my name is Blackblood." Blackblood... Tork was entranced by her lovely voice and name, he felt another sharp poke in his flank, "oh- mynameisTork!" He said it so quickly she couldn't make it out. He took a deep breath, "my name is Tork. I'm from BloodClan." "BloodClan seems nice to join," she meowed casually. Tork could feel his heart go faster until it thumped against his chest and made his cheeks feel hot. He looked at his paws. "Er-well, it is nice. If you like killing-" "And you don't?" She smiled and it made him almost cry at her beauty. "Well it's-er not as much as I like it as much as everyone else does. I'm just in it to pass the time." "Oh..." Her pretty gaze dropped to her paws. Tork hated that he couldn't look into her eyes. "But it's easy here." He continued, "no one to look after-but yourself, I mean. and you can eat whatever you want whenever you want..." "Could I... join BloodClan?" Blackblood ashed shyly, as if she was unsure what he might say. Tork felt like a piece of prey bone was stuck in his throat, "y-y-y-y-yes of course!" He stammered. His paws felt suddenly weak and he lay down to steady himself. She followed him. Blackblood seemed like a cat from StarClan to Tork, her paws so dainty and graceful and the way her muscles rippled underneath her glossy black pelt like they were water... "Are you going to answer my question or just stare at me?" Blackblood broke his thoughts with her stern but soft voice. It made Tork look twice. "I'm sorry it's just..." he paused What should I say? You have nice fur, Your eyes are pretty? I'm not dumb Tork! He cursed himself silently as she got up. "Well," she stretched slowly, it made Tork feel light headed, "I think I'm gonna turn in. Bye... Tork." He watched her leave but just before she disappeared into the undergrowth he called,"wait!" He waited as she trotted a few steps back to him, "will I see you again?" She laughed a glorious laugh, "who else will show me BloodClan territory?" Chapter four~ Black blood meets scorching fire Tork fluffed up his fur against the wind, shielding Blackblood from the worst of it. His blue eyes darted around as if he expected someone to jump out at him. They moved along the erie twoleg thunderpaths until they came to a green object the rose taller than the twolegs themselves. He stopped and waited. Blackblood sat with him, their fur not quite touching. "What happends now Tork?" She meowed quietly. Tork saw a tiny movement out of the corner of his eye, "Scorch is here." he declared in a rough whisper, "and he's angry." Scorch appeared just after Torks words were spoken, "thank you for the introduction Tork," he growled at the great protector, "now tell me, in ten heartbeats, who this pathetic cat is or I will tear her heart out!" Tork spoke quickly and with a hint of anger in his voice, "this is Blackblood she was a loner on the edge of our territory in the forest and she wants to join BloodClan!" Scorch appraised her like a fat piece of prey, occasionally nodding. After what seemed like forever he sat down and breathed, "she will have to prove herself first, Tork. Blackblood, are you ready." "I'll always be ready to fight," she meowed darkly, it made Tork a little afraid but her voice sounded like the pretty sounds he hears in his dreams. He breathed in her scent deeply. Scorch nodded approvingly, "Psycho come over here, out of the shadows." He meowed without taking his eyes of the two black cats. a black shape appeared to melt away from the shadows. "What is it you want oh great leader?" He meowed sarcastically. Glaring at Tork and then a surprised look crossed his face, "it this the reason of all your sleepless nights Tork?" Tork flushed a little but Scorch ignored the comment, "I want you to fight with Blackblood, if she wins, you die, if she loses... she dies!" Psycho nodded and took his place in front of Blackblood. She moved away from Tork like a snake, her red eyes full of thrill and excitement. Tork stared helplessly at her, wanting to shield her from his kin enemy. Psycho hissed in her face when she got too close and the fight began, black fur flew everywhere, Psycho ripped away from her and threw himself back at her with enough forces to knock a fox off of his paws. Blackblood dodged it and clawed his shoulder. He whirled around and caught her on the head with his paw, she quickly pinned him. Scorch purred, "very good Blackblood," he praised her like a kit, "now, kill him!" A flash of fear came to Psycho's eyes but was quickly turned into rage, "is that what you do with your kin? Doesn't blood mean anything to you!" He attacked Scorch with his words. Blackblood dropped beside Tork, "I will not kill him," her eyes glinted in the moonlight, "I will not kill one of my clan mates." Please Blackblood! come on he's just Psycho he crazy tom! You can do it! Tork chanted in his head. Scorch shrugged. "Whatever," he meowed plainly, "it was fun to watch. Psycho get me something to eat, I'll be at my den." The black tom dashed to his cold den and left Psycho with Blackblood and Tork. "Thanks." He meowed curtly and ran off to find the evil leader his prey. Tork was alone with his love at last. He moved closer to her so that their fur was touching, she looked at him, "you fought really... graceful." he purred. She smiled sheepishly, "thanks... you... are really nice." His heart thudded, "thanks." They walked back to their spot in the forest. The wind blew a little harder. Blackblood moved closer to Tork for warmth. His purr caught in his throat for a few heartbeats. Blackblood sighed, "ah it's good to have a friend like you, Tork. I only wish..." she looked at her paws. "Wish what Blackblood?" Tork meowed curiously. "Well it's kind of embarrassing but..." "Wait," Tork interrupted her, his heart thudded against his chest and he was sure she could hear it, "before you tell me anything... I've got something to tell you." Tork took a freezing deep breath, this is it Tork, he told himself, no more secrets or anything like that. It's all coming out now. "Blackblood I-" suddenly his voice failed to work, he coughed. "Blackblood I-I-I love you. I saw you one day, while I was sent on a mission, and since then I can't get you out of my head! You walk in my dreams Blackblood. I used to come and watch you everyday because I was too afraid to talk to you!" Blackbloods eyes were as wide as an owls and her jaw was dropped. She stared at him awestruck. "Did I say anything wrong?" Tork meowed, ready for the hurt that was expected to come. Blackblood shook her head, "no it's just... I was going to say that I love you. I've never met anyone even remotely similar as you, Tork." It was Torks turn to be surprised, he stared at her dumbfounded for a while and then started to purr, "Blackblood," he finally meowed, "I would be the happiest tom alive or dead if you would be my mate." "I would be the happiest she-cat alive if I could," she brushed her cheek against his chest and purred loudly. "I love you Blackblood," Tork whispered and licked her head lovingly. They enjoyed the sunset together, their tails twined and two hearts became one. Chapter five~ deputy, responsibilities, and a great surprise Who shall become my deputy..?" Scorch asked himself. "Psycho is too crazy and Blackblood is too kind... Maybe Tork?" The small black tom thought hard about him, "he's strong and ruthless and most of all almost as bloodthirsty as me... But then Leap is a furious fighter and a great killer..." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "So Tork I heard you the new deputy," Psycho growled, "why you would beg to be deputy I have no idea." "I'm deputy?" Tork asked, he was confused. He thought Leap was the deputy. "Are you sure it's me?" "Yeah," Psycho stretched his legs one at a time, "Leap was killed before it became official. You're BloodClans first deputy." "I've got to go tell Blackblood." Tork meowed under his breath. "Aw man Tork does your mate own you or something? Do you have to tell her everything as soon as you learn it?" Psycho growled. "Well... no," Tork meowed, he was confused. What was Psycho getting at? "But I won't keep secrets from her. It doesn't feel right Psycho." "Whatever," The black tom growled and stalked off to leave him alone. That left Tork to do what he wanted, he picked up his pace until he was racing to her den in the forest. "Blackblood, Blackblood!" He called, "you'll never believe what happened!" She poked her head out of her den and yawned, "what is it Tork?" "Oh were you sleeping? Sorry..." "No I'm awake now," she bounded over to him and licked his ear, "what is it?" "Scourge chose me to be his deputy!" The tom stood proud. His half-blind gazed at the treetops. "I'm proud of you," Blackblood purred loudly, "but... well..." "what?" Tork licked her cheek softly, "is something the matter?" "Oh no Tork, It's just... I'm having kits." She looked at her paws sheepishly. Tork felt a purr rise in his throat, "Blackblood everything is going so right, right now. It's new-leaf, the perfect time for kits. You're going to be a great mother." "And you'll be the perfect father Tork." "I promise I'll always take care of you Blackblood, my love; my life." Tork twined his tail with hers and they feasted on prey they hunted for that night. Everything was going perfectly for Tork, like one of his mothers made-up tails she had told him about forbidden loves and giant lizards. But this was real and the only thing that could make life perfect was if Psycho choked on a prey-bone and died! Scorch never asked very much of him and slowly, Tork began to soften. "Tork!" Scorch stepped away from the shadows, "Tork I must speak with you immediately. I have a mission for you." Torks gaze tore away from his Blackblood. "What is it, Scorch?" "I want you to spy on the clans. I trust that you will return safely." Scorch sat a ways away from them, his blue eyes traced every little twitch and sigh. Tork looked at his lovely Blackblood, his eyes asking for her approval. She nodded a little, Tork smiled and returned his gaze to Scorch, "I will. I'll be back in a moon. I think I should leave immediately." "As do I," Scorch meowed, "I must go now, good bye." He turned his back to them and bounded back to his den so that he could be alone. Tork stretched, "I'll stay for the night and will be gone in the morning. Blackblood be careful while I'm gone. No more foxes please, think of our kits." "I understand Tork," she reached up and licked his cheek, "I love you. Now it is your turn to promise to be careful, you are heading into Clan territory. They would kill a BloodClan cat at first sight." "I promise I will," He licked her chest fur, a blood stain from the fox she had killed at dawn still remained on her black fur. Dawn was just breaking over the tree tops when he decided to go out early to hunt, Psycho appeared to try and get under his fur. "So how's my kittypet kin doing?" He meowed scornfully.
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