you may be getting in a way too deep

[ACE! the cannibal]

COLORCRY
are you ready for the fallout ?
who are you gonna call out?

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Giving a lanky stretch, Colorcry emerged back into CheetahClan camp, sending whatever smile he deemed fit to any of the female clanmates that had happened to catch his eye. The sound of their soft-hearted giggles only boosted his overwhelming ego and he couldn't help but show of those hips of his, which caused another wave of giggles. Indeed.

Licking his lips, he settled into laying position, crossing his paw over the other before giving his chest a quick lick. Bah, patrols and the mess that would come with it. Honestly, they would be the death of him. Pulling out a stray piece of the wildlands grass from his side, Colorcry continued to groom himself with expert care, tail twitching like a metronome. Of course, in every clan, there was the leader, the deputy, the medicine cat. But what about the warriors? Hrmm? What would a leader be without his army? What would a medicine cat be with his patients? The warriors supplied the new warriors, the kits, the queens and the elders.

Another smoothing lick on his chest as he sighed. Colorcry really did deserve a little more credit than he received, never had there been a more stunning, amazing warrior than he, with a mind that quick and heart that was as pure as gold, and a pelt to match as well. The thought pleased Colorcry and he purred with a low octave that was as smooth as honey. Honey, he was as sweet as honey as well. now that i think about it.. is there anything i can't do? He purred as he unsheathed his claws, grinning when they shined back at him, almost as handsome as his spots.

[madhatter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=width,497,true][atrb=height,215,true][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/dwtfl4.jpg][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][scrolly:h(170),w(475),sy,as(position:relative;left:20px;)] At first, all was black. Everything was pointless. It was endless. It ended just tail-lengths away. It was bottomless. Its bottom drew near. A swirling mess of the darkness. But soon, everything materialized, and the she-cat was gazing at the bluff of an open cliff. Her eyes feasted upon churning waters below. A wide, sprawling expanse of ocean. The end of the world? If she jumped, perhaps she would fall off of it. Into the nothingness her dream state had taken her to prior to landing upon this cliff face. How close Monarchpaw was to the edge should have alarmed her. Her claws were brushing the edge and the wind buffeted her pelt. It sifted through it, begging her to join it. To fly like the birds. For freedom. No more ties to life. The breeze was not cold, like it should have been at this high of elevation, but rather warm and becoming. At this point, the entire movie theater would be screaming at her not to jump, that it was a trap. A whisper in her ear. ‘Come with me, darling.’ And just like that, she was falling. This should have been terrifying, but it was riveting. She fell and she fell, but soon the enchanting nature turned into cold hard fear. She couldn’t die. Her brother needed her. And the moment she pictured him, hobbling on three legs, being snatched by a predator, she closed her eyes. Her vision turned crystal clear and feathered wings unfurled, like rippling white sails on a caravel. Her body travelled in an arc, soaring into the sky, following her soul into the pure liquid sunshine. The apprentice blinked open her caramel eyes, a pinhole of light shining directly into her face, temporarily blinding her. Leaves of the apprentice den had shifted, shafting light into the deserted clearing. Monarchpaw had successfully overslept. Hmph. Not like her mentor cared. Stretching her limbs, the she-cat pushed herself out of her disgruntled nest, pulled apart by her constant thrashing throughout the night, and strode, blinking in the bright light. Colorcry was grooming himself, arrogantly. Then again, every single thing he did was arrogant. Why she had gotten such a self-obsessed mentor was far beyond her. Their bickering, well, it was legendary. The tom made Monarchpaw roll her eyes dramatically, striding with purposeful steps over to him. The last time she had trained had been far too long ago. And what if Ghostpaw got ahead of her? Oh, the shame. And she was a moon younger! Thinking of this, she approached the warrior, giving him a harsh, sharp prod with her front paw, narrowing her eyes at him. “Well. You obviously can’t handle an apprentice. I could teach myself better than you can.” Her tone was heated and loaded. “And what’s more, you really aren’t that great.” She cocked her head. “One day I’ll be better than you ever were.” Her eyes fell back in another exaggerated eye-roll, though playful, and she beckoned him with her tail. “Come on. You’re going to teach me some battle moves.” A claw flex and she added an afterthought. “Or rather, you’re going to show me them once, and then I’m going to learn them on my own while you stare at your reflection.” stock credit goes to N.G of natgeo

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[ACE! the cannibal]

He was quite ready to fall asleep, this world of color was starting to ache his little mind and he didn't want the migraine today. The giggles of his female admirers were starting to pop like little bubbles, nothing but air. Settling down, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. Or rather, wander as far as it could before getting driven back in by the harsh tie. Sighing, and gathering himself, Colorcry bounced back to the world and immediately raised an eyebrow. Oh, his apprentice. Yes, thinking of it, he did indeed have one of those. Butterpaw? Flightpaw? He hummed sharply under his breath before her words entered his brain and his eyes exploded with a warm fuzzy feeling, and the sound of a butterfly's wings. "Ah, yes. Monarchpaw." How could he forget? It's not as though she ever gave him a chance to.

"My darling butterfly, I wouldn't hold your breath. I am this earth's most finest creation." He yawned, stretching his lanky body before getting to a sitting position, whiskers twitching, with a cunning smile. As if Colorcry didn't know it! Taking another once over look at his claws before allowing his paws to rest, he raised an eyebrow in goodhearted intention. "Ah yes. Battle training, just what I enjoy. Mud and wrestling. Goody." He purred, getting to his feet, still smiling. Monarchpaw could understand sarcasm, and from frequent eavesdropping, he knew she could use it.

Giving a light shake of his lower hips and tail, he sent a wink to his eager apprentice. "And my darling Monarchpaw, I have taught you more than just some claw slashing and little tricks to catch some prey. I see the way you blink those baby brown eyes at those male admirers. " He gave a low, honey smooth chuckle, flicking his tail so it brushed her nose softly. "And in this case, darling, the fruit don't fall that far from the tree." Ah, how strange it seemed that this vain male would be paired up with this equally flirtatious female. He wouldn't be surprised if the leader was laughing at them right now. Giving his ears a twitch, Colorcry got to his paws with dainty caution, before giving a step forward. "Coming love?" He purred, before turning an eye to the female admirers, giving them a friendly smile. Of course, the ladies loved a man who loved kits and apprentices. Even the most annoying of them all.

[madhatter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=width,497,true][atrb=height,215,true][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/dwtfl4.jpg][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][scrolly:h(170),w(475),sy,as(position:relative;left:20px;)] Monarchpaw felt..annoyed. Annoyed at her mentor, at Colorcry, annoyed at her leader for pairing the two together, and annoyed at the songbirds screaming in the background. If cats could call her lazy, then Colorcry must be considered sloth-like. Eyes narrowed to slits, she swung her head around to shoot daggers at his giggling admirers. I mean, really, they were just encouraging the egotistical tom. She granted herself a sweet, sweet moment to imagine his head exploding from the pressure of the many compliments he’d gotten. Oh my, did she snicker to herself. His spots weren’t that perfect, she told herself, nor was he that charming. If only StarClan could bring down the wrath of his arrogance. Imagine the irony of him losing his handsome nature in an accident caused by his own heart-breaking disposition. Maybe a she-cat gouging his cheekbones. Oh gosh, what a terrible thought. Monarchpaw scolded herself. Pfft. The world’s finest creation. She would rather stare at the side of a tree then at him. Probably. “Don’t be so sure of yourself hotshot.” The she-cat matched his cocked eyebrow, two firecrackers squaring off. His smile? Gah, it infuriated her. She didn’t move when he got to his paws, nearly stretching into her. A late riser of a bird screeched, sounding strangled. Monarchpaw shook herself, wild grass falling from her golden pelt. When he mentioned her male lovers, she feigned innocence, putting on a perfectly practiced expression and bringing her tail tip over her ‘o’ shaped mouth, a signature move picked up over the moons. “What ever do you mean?” Faux shock registered on her delicate features. “Why, are you applying my lovely eyes of pure molten sunshine are being used to my clear advantage?” To emphasize this thought, she batted her eyelashes, tilting her head to show off her best angle. “No, dear Colorcry, this way of life I learned clear on my own.” Partial truth. “And also- what an unfortunate tree.” He took a step towards the camp entrance, outfitted in that toxic and lazy smile. She didn’t follow him, but rather stood spitefully still. ‘Coming love?’ Monarchpaw slitted her eyes, taking up the challenge. Trotting towards him, she gave the tom a hearty shove, hopefully knocking him a few feet or so backwards. Giving a quick glance towards the female ditzes, she smugly smiled, hoping the girls had seen, and darted into the open wild, not waiting for her mentor. Voice sounding heavily accented, she shouted behind her. “I would ask you the same question, daaaaarling.” stock credit goes to N.G of natgeo

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[ACE! the cannibal]

Noisy, yes. Everything was noisy today. It wasn't very settling for this cheetah, for his loud apprentice failed to know when was the correct time to shut up. On normal days, Colorcry could take pleasure in bird-song, seeing red and blues, highlighted by green and yellow. But not today. The earlier border patrol was a chatty one and his mind was bursting at the seams. And the little brat knew it too. Perhaps after their roll in the mud he should seek the help of the medicine cat, maybe a herb to help his mind. Although it wasn't as though anything would chase it away. He had learned when he was just a cub that the weird ability to see sound and smell was something that couldn't disappear.

And yet, Colorcry rolled his eyes. Oh please. The little faker had totally stolen his act, but there could never be two beautiful cats in the clan. Besides, Monarchpaw had her flaws. Her nose wasn't exactly straight, where as he, he was perfect. Well, except for that whole aging thing. That whole getting old thing was a bummer. His ears twitched as he thought. Did getting nine lives reduce your wrinkles? He liked the idea of immortality, never aging, always beautiful. Looking as his whiskers, he frowned. Ugh, he could practically feel the wrinkles form on his face. Ew.

Then the world started to churn, and he was flung backward, which he found himself sitting in the earth, legs splayed. He had to bite on his tongue from howling at the little maggot, mocking him! His whiskers were quivering in pent up concentration and he put on a sheepish grin as the three females exchanged looks. ah, kids. can't live with 'em, can't live without them. he rolled his eyes and gave a soothing chuckle, a darling facade while inside he was writhing with hellfire. Nobody pulls on stunt on Colorcry. While his apprentice stalked away, with his walk he might add, Colorcry sprang forward using those lanky runner legs he was known for and head butted the she-cat in the rump, hoping that she would go flying, in a less dignified manner.

Shaking his head and gave his a head a brush with his lusciously long tail, Colorcry gave a purr and put on a face of mock sympathy. My darling! Perhaps we should stop today, if you can't even keep on your own paws.

[madhatter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=width,497,true][atrb=height,215,true][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/dwtfl4.jpg][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][scrolly:h(170),w(475),sy,as(position:relative;left:20px;)] The she-cat did indeed notice his constant strained expression, floating beneath the surface of his mocking grin and easy, teasing eyes. Why, she had no idea. Maybe she had interrupted an actual troubling thought when she had prodded him moments before. A moment after this consideration, Monarchpaw nearly choked out a laugh. No, she would assume that her mentor was more plausibly thinking about himself. Or perhaps about how he honestly didn’t care about having an apprentice. Hah, no. The latter would involve making room in his bloated mind to incorporate a different soul. What a joke. Gah, if only she was a warrior. Then she could truly show the clan what she was capable of doing. Colorcry. Oh dear, he wouldn’t stand a chance. But as for now, she would grugingly learn from the tom. She was well aware that under his cocky exterior held a partial piece of the truth. He was a fine warrior. The agony of having to admit that to herself. Nonetheless, the cheetah was continuing towards the training area, tail streaming, eyes half-closed in the wind. To run was to live. And she hadn’t been out like this for ages, thanks to a certain lazy somebody. Despite the obvious disadvantage, she stayed ahead of Colorcry for a decent time period, chuckling lightly. She had seen the snickering females. Uh-huh. Hope that cost him even the slightest sliver of ego. Her space bubble was suddenly invaded, and she nearly went splaying into the dust. Wouldn’t that have been embarrassing? The cheetess, instead, stumbled then rolled with it, sending dirt up into the air. It was about as close to graceful as a cat who just got head-butted in the butt could be. You can guess, not very. Her eyes shone with fire and she stood, shaking herself off in Colorcry’s general proximity. “So you biffing into the dirt back there was just a figment of my imagination? I think you should probably be asking yourself the same question, ” She raised her eyebrows. “Hmm. I’m glad my mentor is more mature than I am.” She blinked her eyes, sarcasm positively dripping off of her words, and slapped his cheek with her spotted tail, again walking off. “Well, come on then. We haven’t all day.” stock credit goes to N.G of natgeo

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[ACE! the cannibal]

It did give him a feeling of pleasure when she stumbled and tumbled. Perhaps it was childish thing to do, but whenever did Colorcry admit he was an adult? He narrowed his eyes and laughed really, letting his chest roll. Monarchpaw, being mature gives your wrinkles. And for one, believe that maturity is highly over-rated.

Swinging his tail in an arc, Colorcry started to prance lightly, just trying to get his point across. Consider this a part of our lesson! He called over his shoulder before with a large SHWOOP, he disappeared into the grass, weaving his way around the corner. His coat was just a bit brighter than the prairie grass. His mentor had taught him how to let the wind disguise his movements, the hard way. Whenever Colorcry made a mistake, he was tackled and nearly clawed to death. Of course, he wouldn't go that hard on a girl, but it was always good to teach her. Besides, Monarchpaw was a tough cookie.

Jumping into the air and giving a roar, Colorcry launched himself into Monarchpaw's direction, aiming above her head before diving into the grass. He was not meant to hit or hurt her, but to help her understand that the grass was their home. All the other territories had trees and cheetahs being the only cats who couldn't climb, they had to use this to their advantage. Come now love! Show me what you know so far. He purred, re-appearing once more. Monarchpaw was smart one, he knew, so it would be a battle of wits. He licked his lips in a cunning matter, smiling like a fox in a chicken coop. Easy out.