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Post by Honeystorm on Jul 27, 2019 22:18:40 GMT -5
The rogue lay bloodied at the border, nearly where the rogue border met DayClan, as the apprentice walked away, auburn-cinnamon fur coated in crimson. Pandora's expression was morphed into something monstrous, heartless, cold, and uncaring in a disturbing sort of way. They'd been over the border, so she'd every right to kill them.
Of course, this was her first kill, and by the brutal way it had been done wasn't insignificant. Although she seemed far more temperamental now than before, and the Sun seemed to burn within her in a way that wasn't altogether pleasant. Cats knew she was something to be watched, but even now, they couldn't quite place why.
"Pandora?" Lionpaw called softly seeing her return back to SunCLan's territory coated in blood. The gentle tom was a pacifist, and to see someone that he had grown up with in such a state was rather disturbing "are you ok?" he questioned, afraid to prod to deeply after seeing the expresion on her face. He couldn't hide the shiver that ran down his spine, for he saw Pandora as close to being his sister.
"I'm FINE!" She nearly shouted the words as she prowled closer to Lionpaw, her expression resting on him much more like a creature assessing a threat than the look of one clanmate to another. It was downright terrifying to watch, though Pandora never unsheathed her claws as she circled her fellow apprentice. "Why does it matter to you!? Why should you care?" Those questions seemed directed at Lionpaw initially, but it looked more as if she was almost talking to herself than him really, focused on some internal point that was driving her over the edge.
The look that crossed Lionpaw's face was of hurt more than fear, why was she pushing him away like that? Instead of moving away, he moved forward "Obviously your not ok Pandora, and you haven't been ok for a while now. I know Foxsar being gone has been hard on you, but me and Fernpaws are still here for you. Your like my sister. We grew up in the nursery together, no matter how much you push me away I'm not just going to leave you"
