TROUBLE IN PARADISE [ halle ]

let's start a riot for the fun of it

[attr="class","itdscroll"]Spiderfang moved through the forest with dark purpose, shadows stalking his every step. He wore no expression on his face, eyes blank and flat, tail falling so low that the tip grazed the ground every so often. Spiderfang wished, more than he wanted fresh-kill in his belly or water to soothe his parched sticky throat, that he'd had the chance to fight the Riverclan patrol, before they had been interrupted and dragged back to camp. Pinestar's righteous anger still stuck in his gut, like a thorn, only this irritant Spiderfang couldn't rip out with his fangs. No, even Spiderfang would not take his pent-up fighting energy out on his leader; even though, Spiderfang could imagine few more satisfying methods of exertion right now. All of them, with their righteous honor putting their noses in their air, Spiderfang wished he could show them exactly where they could put their words about valor and the warrior code. What's the point of serving the warrior code when it doesn't serve you?

Nonetheless, Spiderfang walked with serpentine silkiness; his pawsteps were soundless and the earth floor beneath him could not betray his presence. For all of the dark and murky things lurking in his soul, scrambling for a way out, itching for violence in the worst way, Spiderfang appeared as undisturbed as a shimmering pool of water, untouched. His facade only cracked when he heard the loud snap of a tree limb falling off its host. Spiderfang tilted his head, ears pricking. Following the sound of the limb hitting the ground had been a cry for help, he was sure of it. The leggy black tom trotted in the direction of the sound, tail lifting from the ground with his curiosity. Now this was an interesting predicament. Only a few long foxsteps and Spiderfang happened upon the poor victim of this collapsing tree, an apprentice whom he recognized. His lips curled.

Vervainpaw. The little tattle tale who had gotten Pinestar and ended Spiderfang's chance at battle before it had even really begun. The noiseless black tom stood where she could not see him, and still made no sound, so that he could have a moment to think this through. It would be so easy to just walk on by and let her suffer there; perhaps this was some kind of twisted karma suiting Spiderfang's delights. But the tom shook his head and huffed out an angry sigh. No, he couldn't leave Vervainpaw there. Someone would smell that Spiderfang had recently been by and he would have to deal with Pinestar's self-righteous foxdung all over again. Spiderfang shook his head and padded forward, adopting a look of concern, contorting his placid features into widened eyes and slightly agape jaw.

"Vervainpaw, what happened?" He questioned, voice still falling somewhat flat, despite his efforts at well-meaning urgency. "Are you alright? Can you move?" He bent down to touch the large limb with his nose, checking to see its thickness, before circling the downed apprentice like a shark scenting blood in the water. Spiderfang eyed the branch where it had fallen across her, and quite suddenly, saw this glorious opportunity for what it was. I have the little tattle tale... at my mercy. 


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let's start a riot for the fun of it

[attr="class","itdscroll"]This was the apprentice who had landed him in so much trouble, but even worse than that, Vervainpaw's sin that rankled deepest in his soul, she had been the cramp in the plan, the barnacle on the turtle's back, an insect robbing him of his fight with Riverclan. Spiderfang could lie without tripping up his heart, he could keep an expressionless face in the most dire of circumstances, he could move with silence through any situation, but this she-cat tested his patience like no other. His lip curled behind her back, where she could not see him, and so he allowed himself this modicum of rage, before smoothing his face out like sand upon reaching her front again. Vervainpaw explained her predicament, though with immature petulance, and Spiderfang adopted a look of concern. His eyes opened wide, guileless. "What bad luck," he meowed. The irony of his statement filled him like a pond with brine, and yet delight followed swiftly on its heels, as he remembered. It is Vervainpaw's bad luck, not only to have had a tree fall upon her... but to have been found by me.

"Let's see how we can get you out of there," he meowed, leaning back to contemplate the tree, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Spiderfang could draw this out. He could make this infinitely painful for her, shifting the tree back and forth on her back, spending time like pain upon each vertebrae until she was as miserable as she had made him. Spiderfang liked this plan. However, he could not risk someone stepping in on said plan, so he meowed soothingly, "Don't worry, little one, I know how to set you free." He pressed himself alongside the trunk and twisted until he could heft his shoulder beneath the log, his chin just above Vervainpaw's neck. He meowed, "When I push, and tell you to go, you push up with all your might too and then run forward." Spiderfang took a deep breath, wedging himself further beneath, and then heaved. The log wobbled and lifted, allowing Vervainpaw the sliver of a chance to slip free. Spiderfang hoped she took it, or else he was going to drop this tree on her head, and that would be doubly hard to explain back at camp. "Go!" He snapped.




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