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[Doubt]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you                                                          Shadowstep

Slowely, the large brute guided himself towards the clan territory. His tail was lonely dragging itself along as if it were some dead mouse being dragged by a vicious hawk. Occasionally the breeze would pick it up and make it thrash like a kite stuck in an oak tree. His blue pools burned like fire, he we outraged. He had gotten into a small fight with a Tangledclan Queen because two of her kits were playing near deathberries and had taken blame on him. Most clan cats could be real pricks, that is why he had come to this one. His head was lowered, he knew killing one of the kits was wrong -- but the queen had deserved it! His paws were still soaked in fresh blood that was soon to stain his fur.

He was barely into the camp when he caught her sent. She filled him with hope, he loved her. A cat came crashing by, injured. "Of course," his voice trailed off. He stealthily led himself into a bush, and rubbed himself in the strange sented smell of leaf-bare. The nimble she came quickly to tend to the injured cat's leg, working with squinted eyes. How he adored her, so. The injury was deep, seemed like something he could have caused -- but he hadn't gotten into an pay quarels with Iceclan. Shadowstep Wouldn't appreciate it. 

Once the patient made his way from the resting spot outside of the clan camp, the reversed tuxedo dared to call her. "Shadowstep! Shadowstep, it's me." He could tell she must have known he was there, her reaction wasn't too strange. He grinned, he didn't know how such an innocent creature like her could love him. But, somehow fate told her to.

OWL

[Shadowstep]

The Medic quickly ran over to the injured cat who seamed to have gotten into a fight with another clan, FlatClan, cat from the scent. She tisked with annoyance. This very cat was constantly getting into fights with the FlatClan. "Scareye what have I told you about fighting with the Flat Cats? Especially with your eye!" she scolded the younger cat, lightly bopping him in the head with her tail. 

She quickly got some spiders web, while giving the stubborn tom cat a dandelion to chew on for any pain. She once again bopped the cat on his head before shooing him away. 

Shadowstep smiled softly as the other cat walked away. She just loved her clan. There was only one cat she loved more than her clan actually, one that she was techinally forbidden to be with, and not just because of her being the Medic of the clan. He was a Rogue, and has killed. She doesn't like that he's killed, but she wouldn't change him. The way he is right now is how she fell in love with him, why would she change that? 

The black cat let out a quite purr as she felt him near, she didn't know why but whenever he was around, she could feel his presence. "Doubt..." she said softly, she looked around to make sure they were alone then walked towards him. As the blue eyed cat neared the reverse tuxedo, she motioned with her tail for him to fallow her then continued passed him . She took him the long way to her den, away from all the other cats. Once she was in her den she walked over to a wall that was covered in moss and cold growing vines and walked through it to a hidden room. She stopped and turned, waiting for him to enter, frowning at the scent of blood on him. "Are you hurt my love?" she asked him quietly, not meaning just any kind of physical wound.

[Doubt]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you                                                         Shadowstep

Doubt let himself follow her sent into the hidden area. It was clear she was worried about him, but it was quite obvious he hadn't had any pains. His paws were soaked in blood, small pieces of gore stuck to his claws and fur. His head was dipped in shame, he knew she wasn't impressed. "It's.. A long story," he murmured. It wasn't, but he didn't want to talk about it.. Yet. 

OWL

[Shadowstep]

Shadow sighed softly as her love didn't continue in his 'story' she knew something was wrong. Now that she was closer to Doubt she smelt that the blood was not his, in fact it had a slight scent of milk, meaning it was a kits, something must have set him off at a queen. She knew that he had a soft spot for kits, which made her sad she couldn't give him any (at least not right now because she doesn't know what her clan would do to the little creatures if they found out that she had them and who their father would be). So the black cat walked closer to her lover and softly rubbed against him, and licked his ear. "I'm here for when ever you're willing to talk about what happened." she said trying to heal his wounded heart. Shadow rested her head against the slightly bigger cat's shoulder. "I love you Doubt, never doubt that. No matter what trouble may happen."