[ti]Open[/ti]Lost Dreamer

[ladyspectral]

Oakwish listened along to Spottedheart, attention flicking between him and Tansysong as they made strange gestures to each other. She didn't understand any of it, but she squinted in thought. One could practically hear the gears grinding together and see the smoke wafting up from her ears as she pondered her two new friends and their oddness.

"It's okay, I like you a lot anyways and I think you're my friend." She replied to Tansysong with a wide smile, the pudgy she cat letting out a friendly purr. She didn't care much if the strange she cat didn't want to be friends, sticking to her usual over friendly script. "What's your name?"

She paused as she looked toward Spottedheart. "He seems really nice." She agreed happily, shifting her attention toward the tom. "Do you know where Tangefur's log is, anyways? I sorta told him I'd visit him again, so I should probably do that."

[silverfang218]

Well at least Tansysong is clearly just as over this living mousebrain as he is. It seems like Tansy is practically giving him the go ahead to kill Oakwish… a tempting offer, but he has an idea he’d like to try first. Perhaps if this doesn’t work out…

“Ah, I’m happy you think I’m such pleasant company, but I believe our dear Oakwish is searching for another friend. You know where Tanglefur’s log, don’t you? I dare say you visit him more often than I. You could escort her there; this is a very dangerous place with very dangerous cats after all. She would be safest in the company of a living cat, would she not?” Spottedheart purrs to Tansysong, a glimmer in his eye. He doesn’t really care if Tansysong takes the offer or leaves it; it was merely a joke on his part to try and rope the clever Tansy with the not-so-clever Oakwish.

[ladyspectral]

Oakwish glanced between Tansysong and Spottedheart, pausing at their conflicting suggestions. Slowly realization dawned on poor Oakwish, the dimwitted cat's eyes widening at her revelation. "I don't think Tansysong likes me, Spottedheart." She meowed, attention shifting toward Spottedheart. "I don't think she likes having friends, either."

The tabby she cat pondered that thought, what kind of cat didn't like having friends? Maybe Tansysong really did belong here, then. She gave the she cat a suspicious look over, turning her attention away from the other she cat.

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[M'Lady]

Tansysong wasn't one to get mad, but she was definitely one to get annoyed. Fern green eyes narrowed in a glare as she studied the she-cat, wondering how she could possibly even talk like this. It was... Just so aggravating! She didn't think there would ever be someone more dimwitted than Finchtongue, but oh my she was wrong.

"I like havin' friends, I just don' like you." She stated firmly, lashing her tail for emphasis as she huffed softly. "I don' wanna b'friends with an Ivyclan warrior that doesn' even know 'ow much danger she's in." Tansysong grumbled softly, her eyes flickering towards Spottedheart. Oh, she wouldn't mind getting her claws into that Ivyclan cat, but it wasn't her scene. Not all annoying cats should be clawed, no matter how mousebrained they were. Tansy turned away from Oakwish, her pelt brushing against Spotted's as she padded back into the shadows.

"You'll 'ave fun w'Spotted, though, he's a fun guy." She said simply, shooting her companion a look, before her dark tabby pelt blended enough into the forest that she could be seen no more.

[silverfang218]

Spottedheart chuckles softly as he watches the two she-cats. “Don’t worry, Oakwish. She doesn’t like most cats and she’s always grumpy.” Spotted reassures his new... uh… ‘friend’ with a teasing tone directed towards Tansysong. He tips his head to the retreating warrior, silently bidding her farewell; he’s a bit surprised that Tansy allowed him to be alone with the witless warrior, but he supposes the darkness of this place is rubbing off on her.

He beckons Oakwish to come along with him. “No worries, my dear. I know the way to Tanglefur’s log; you might even say that he and I are friends.” He purrs as he starts in a direction that absolutely positively will not lead to Tanglefur’s log. Assuming she follows him, he steps closer; he motions with his tail for his companion to lean down as they walked. Spotted leans up to whisper in Oak’s ear, like he’s going to tell her secrets about Tangle. Instead, assuming she leans down as he wants, he lashes out and grabs her throat with his teeth. His movements become quick, like a snake lashing out at its prey. With barely a moment for Oak to process what’s happening, he yanks backward and tears out her throat.

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"That's alright, maybe I'll get her some other time." The tabby warrior meowed, a glimmer of excitement showing in her eyes. "Maybe she's just in a bad mood? I bet she's hungry. I always get upset when I'm hungry." She added quickly, dipping her head as she followed after the spotted tom without a care in the world. As he gestured her downward she obeyed, finding no reason why she shouldn't. A grin spread across her muzzle at the thought of all the secrets the tom Starclan rejected could tell her about her dear friend Tanglefur.

Instead she was met with his teeth in her throat, digging in deep to her flesh. She had never seen it coming, not even in her wildest dreams.

Oakwish let out a yowl of pain, tearing back from her so called friend’s bite. She stumbled back, blood flowing freely from her throat as she gasped and gargled for air desperately, blood dripping easily from her jaw. Her legs gave out from under her, raking out gouges in the soil with her claws as she stared up at the demon cat she had trusted so easily with wide, terrified eyes.

The she cat faded from sight rapidly as her struggles grew weaker, presumably awakened or killed by the wound afflicted on her physical body as well. All that remained of the dim witted warrior was her lingering sweet scent and the pool of dark blood.