fighting [fire] with [fire] {Chaos/Hell}

[[don't]fear[the]reaper]

[[Note: Foxx, I have no bloody idea where we're going with this thread. Not down THAT avenue quite yet, but... well, we'll see. At any rate...
Directly after "Chasing the Sunset". Private between Chaospaw and Hellpaw.]]

Chaospaw's smile melted off his face the moment his paws touched the shadows cast by the rocks that formed his den. He was furious, his insides blazing with insult and mind churning with ideas of revenge. Crimsonstar had gone too far back there, insulting he and his sister not once, not twice, but innumerable times!

"Ooh, you just wait," the small apprentice muttered angrily under his breath. "I'll have him on the ground, Hellpaw, just you wait, all bloody and broken. We'll see who's insulting who then, won't we?" He turned around to see his sister, green eyes blazing with anger not at her, but at their father. Hellpaw was the bigger of the two kits, and had obviously gotten the muscles and brawn from their parents, but the brains, the clever wit and barbed tongue, those had gone to Chaospaw. In the quiet of his cavern-like den, though, he shed the mask of cool level-headedness in favor of the hot-temper he'd also inherited from both Crimsonstar and Demon.

"He can insult me all he likes. I don't give a rat's ass what he says about me, but you... Grh!" The swirl-pelted ginger let out a sigh of exasperation at the thought. No one touched Hellpaw, he made sure of it. She was far more fragile than he was, emotionally speaking. And what had Crimsonstar gone and done? He'd called her a whore, a she-cat who'd sell herself to the first tom without a second thought. Chaospaw didn't care what his twin did, provided she stayed safe and he could protect her. After all, she wasn't bad-looking, especially not in his eye. Her gentle curves, oddly-colored pelt, blue eyes that glinted like sparks of pure ice in her firey face... Hell, Chaospaw would die to be with his sister so intimately, so...

Instantly, the tomcat regretted the thought, shoving it aside like a piece of unwanted prey. It was wrong, wasn't it, to think of his sister, his twin, his best friend, in such a stupid way, to look at her like every other tom in camp did, as a cat who was little more than a good night's revel?

But... Chaospaw was different, he knew that. He just appreciated the way Hellpaw looked that was all.

Wasn't it?

[[if this *does* go that way... we'll mark it, Hidden, honest.]]

[angels.to.demons]

O O C Oooohh. This looks like a lot of fun. >D -innocently glances at Hidden- If we need to mark it... we will... heh heh. Song is "Battery" by Metallica.

smashing through the boundary
lunacy has found me
cannot kill the battery

pounding out aggression
turns into obsession
cannot kill the battery

cannot kill the family;
battery is found in me!
battery! battery!

The afternoon was cooling into twilight, and the gray shadows of the shrubs in the mountains were blending neatly into the smudged, darkening background of the world around. Slipping through her own camp, feeling like an unwanted enemy, a warrior from another Clan, a rogue from out of sight, out of mind, was Hellpaw, the newly apprenticed daughter of Crimsonstar and Demon. The fading sun's glint caught the pure fire of her fur, creating a lush halo of orange that outlined the red and ginger. Her face was purposefully blank, but the ice-blue eyes that neither of her parents had given her showed pain and hatred so deep, she was surprised Chaospaw didn't drown when he turned back to look at her.

I'll have him on the ground, Hellpaw, just you wait, all bloody and broken. We'll see who's insulting who then, won't we?

Wincing with sorrow, she looked up, feeling grim emotion claw itself over her visage. She appreciated Chaospaw for saying that; but Crimsonstar, although he was not all that intelligent, was stronger than he would ever be. However, the thought, once in her mind, stuck like cobwebs to the roofs of her skull; she crinkled her nose in sudden pleasure, imagining the massive dark scarlet tabby tom stained with liquid matching his fur, dust coating his shattered, detatched limbs, despair dulling his amber-green orbs as he stared his son and daughter in their faces. She imagined the fear glinting in his eyes as Chaospaw grinned his wicked little smile, and Hellpaw snapped his neck like a tiny twig in the forest.

Then, she calmed herself; what would that accomplish? Hellpaw suddenly felt guilty, making a big deal out of their father calling her a few nasty names. Sure, they weren't true (or, at least, she didn't think they were true) and Chaospaw had taken several stunning insults himself. She felt a powerful fondness for her brother, especially standing up to their father, glaring him in the eye and powerfully commanding him, although Crimsonstar wasn't phased. She took in a deep breath, her whiskers quivering with emotion as she glanced at her brother, his beautifully unique swirled pelt bristled slightly with his own outrage. He's always stood up for me, no matter how ridiculous my cause. Would dad or mom do that for us? Do I really even need to ponder that?

Claws glinting in the orange dusted skylights, she hadn't even realized she'd drawn them. Why? Thinking of Crimsonstar and Demon made her angrier than it should've, she supposed... casting light cerulean eyes his way, she swallowed heavily, finally managing to speak to Chaospaw. Swinging her tail across the earth around them, she meowed in a guttural voice, Oh, it doesn't hurt me as bad as he wished it did. He's always had a low opinion of me... of us. What did we ever do to him, anyways? She thought out loud, not able to keep the wistful tone from her voice. Immediately, she flattened her ears, wincing from the expression she was sure Chaospaw would give her.

I mean... hasn't he taken a look at his reflection in the rain puddles since his own lily-white birth? The stupid mouse-brain couldn't recognize potential, not when his reflection and Mum are all he's ever taken time to notice, she growled bitterly, no longer envious but just as hateful as her brother. Hellpaw also longed for that day when Crimsonstar would look his children in the face, not with contempt, but wanting clemency from them both as they stood before him, angels of death in his final hour. She dreamt of that day every moment she wasn't talking with her devoted, loyal, loving twin; the tom she literally couldn't live without. She wasn't sure if Chaospaw knew how much he was appreciated; at least, by her; but it was true. Hellpaw and Chaospaw maybe weren't touchy-feely, but they felt each other well enough.

O O C wow, she doesn't know how true that is. -sweatdrop- xDDD

[[don't]fear[the]reaper]

[[Agreed; although... -insert completely inappropriate comment here- XD
Okay, that's it. Here comes a post that is a little more curse-y. Nothing that hasn't been put in a PG13 movie, though, I don't think...]]

"Pft." Chaospaw snorted in agreement. "And he hardly notices her anymore, either." Feeling annoyed at the thoughts of their parents, of their all-but-disastrous apprentice ceremony earlier that night, the young tom began to feel restless. He started pacing around the small cavern, mind racing with thoughts.

After a moment, he spoke. "What did we do, Hellpaw? We existed." Chaospaw's tail twitched irritably. "What's he see when he looks at me? A tom too small to be much use in battle. In his mind, it's brawn that makes you smarter, not brain." The orange-swirled tabby chuckled as one idea crossed his mind. "And, his 'lily-white birth'? I've asked around, sis. Crimsonstar's parents changed Clans and loyalties so much, I think whatever gods were up there watching laughed themselves to death. Demon was at least born a traitor--" he put emphasis on the word, not in an unpleasant way; a humourous way, really. "What she did, she did herself. Only mistake she made was bedding down with him." His eyes narrowed at that word, twin slits of acid-green in his face.

Chaospaw didn't like his parents, or, for that matter, much of anyone. Demon was, in his mind, a cat who'd traded all the freedom of being a loner so she could share a bed with Crimsonstar. Crimsonstar, in turn, was a fool who thought that a bunch of catnip-induced dreams made him a leader, and couldn't wait to screw his mate senseless. All the toms in GorgeClan were alike, looking for the non-existant glories of bloodshed and violence, the she-cats their willing accomplices in the battlefield and in the den. Windgust said she could heal, that she knew the herbs and plants of the forest, but Chaospaw had seen her alone, when she'd been confused over the difference between two plants.

In fact, the only cat in the whole Clan worthy of some attention was Hellpaw. She was big, sure, but she didn't flaunt it, didn't hang around the toms and fawn over every last word they were told came from "StarClan". She was different. And Chaospaw liked that. A lot.

[[X3 I had to write that second-to-last paragraph that way. I just did.]]

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[angels.to.demons]

O O C I know you did. xD It was funny. Especially the part about Windgust. Heh heh.

Hellpaw twitched her ears slightly in agreement to Chaospaw's thought-out rant. She couldn't help but agree; after all, it was the truth. Probably, Crimsonstar hadn't always ignored his mate; that's how they were born, after all! However, he had this distracted, cold, distant look in his eyes now... was he actually worried about his Clan and the few warriors they had? Was he plotting, dreaming, or dreading? Or was he simply always distant, cold, and distracted?

It seemed to Hellpaw that Crimsonstar had always made time for Demon. As ruthless and aggressive as Crimsonstar was, he had always loved their mother more than she could ever imagine a tom could love a she-cat; her mother, beautiful on the ouside, but cruel and fiery on the inside, was the ideal queen for the leader of GorgeClan. Were she and Chaospaw the ideal kits? The ideal disasters?

Blinking shrewishly, she growled under her breath, I almost wish another Clan would come and take us over. Then we'd have a leader who cared, a deputy who was smarter than a pile of stones, and a medicine cat who knew coltsfoot from catnip. She hatefully kneaded her paws together, voice taking on a venomous tone, poison lacing through her words like arsenic on a summer breeze.

Hmm. Chaospaw looked to be in a dangerous mood. She, too, was feeling the dreaded family wrath in her blood, the hot fire lying dormant, but spiked immediately if a cross word was spoken amongst kin. Shallowheart's curse, of course; but Hellpaw did not think of Shallowheart, Gustwhisker and Soulkeeper as curses. It was what they sprouted when they were gone -- ahem, Crimsonstar and Demon -- those were the curses. Deciding to contribute to his rant, she mewed tersely, Yes, 'lily-white birth'. Sarcastically speaking, you know. These Faithful Shadows rejects sure love to talk down to their children, but look at them! Especially Mom. Here she twitched her nose roughly. She couldn't wait to throw herself in Crimsonstar's bed, and make children neither of them wanted. Gods! Here she crinkled her nose, hate still thick in her voice. Thick as honey, bitter as blood. Except, to her, blood and honey tasted similar.

[angels.to.demons]

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