Lurkingstar stared at the fluffy grey apprentice, eyes widened with shock and fear, guilt and pain. His mother? Is that what he said? Or did he say something else... No. Greenstar really was Bluestar's mother. She slowly felt her legs bend, letting her hindquarters and tail sink towards the stone underpaw. She turned her grey and white head to face Bluestar, greenish blue eyes narrowed, though inquisitive. The blue grey tom glared back at her, baring his teeth, amber eyes glimmering in hatred, but there was a small nod of accent from him.
And then it finally set in.
She closed her greenish blue eyes, letting it rush through her. All of the emotions like guilt, fear, sadness, horror. Then a terrible numbness overcame it all, and she shivered slightly, feeling the pain rush through her shaken body. When she opened them again, they were hard, almost bored-looking. She had given it all up in an instant.
"What does it matter?" She asked carelessly, standing up again, tail high in the air and manner indifferent. "Shes dead now. He will be, if he keeps making stupid decisions like that." She commented, and there were a couple of derisive chuckles from her clanmates. "He could have gotten MountainClan slaughtered!" Greeneyes remarked, looking with amusement into the group of bloodied and flustered warriors.
"Stupid mouse brain!" "Arrogant ball of fur." "Fox heart!" "Could have made his own clan into crowfood!"
Abuse was shouted at the tom, who was still bowed down at Lurkingstar'a paws. He had the manner of a cornered rogue, resentful and defensive, slightly panicked. She laughed loudly, derisively, Tauntingly. "Greenstar was a fool to choose you. Impulsive mouse heart." She said said disgustedly, turning from him, tail high in the air in her arrogance.
She could see it coming.
Just as he jumped on her, she turned onto her back, meeting him with outstretched claws. There was a fire in the blue Tom's eyes, the darker patches in his fur standing out in contrast to the light setting of early morning, barely past dawn. But the thing that stood out most to her were his eyes. The dark amber orbs were narrowed to slits, anger making them glow like fireflies, but the beauty left over was the beauty you see in the color of blood, beautiful but dangerous. The lighter, almost golden patches in his eyes burned brighter than the amber, almost like the yellow in a color-band, as high as a cloud but only fading when the sun outshone it.
Bluestar caught the mesmerized she cat off guard slightly with the swipe at her jaw, and she reeled. While the image of the amber orbs of fire burned at the back of her eyelids, she blinked in confusion, shaking her head. He growled, and a fire lit inside of her heart. The sensation was almost painful, the anger making her heart race, her blood boil, and adrenaline rush through her veins. She pushed the infuriating blue-grey tom off of her, and for a moment, she caught the reflection of her own eyes in his.
She saw them first as two pools of water, deep blue, but tinged slightly green, almost as if with algae. A deep passion shimmered deep in them, like a small minnow just beneath the surface, silver scales glinting in the almost immediate sunlight. The pools rippled as the grey and white speckled she cat found herself bristling, the pools shrinking slightly, and the black, like a cat swimming in the center of the pools,shrunk too, thinned considerably as she considered the fact that Deepstar's death might have been his fault. She caught him shiver, saw him staring into her eyes.
And then she went for his throat.
