[ti]Private[/ti]Revenge served cold

[Miss Tactical]

Mudjaw dug his claws into the ground, had he really done it? His amber eyes trailed over to the apprentices den where Mumblepaw lay asleep. He watched the rise and fall of her flank, eyes softening ever so slightly. It had angered him so much that Weasel had gone after someone who wasn't even a warrior yet. Did Mudjaw doubt Mumblepaw's ability. No, but he also knew Weasel had moons of training over her, and never wanted to see the she-cat hurt. He was grateful he had gotten there in time he knew what had happened to him when he fought off the rogues the injuries he had sustained took him out of training but he was grateful to Owlstar for making him a warrior.

Soon the tom lay down himself. His eyes growing heavy and he fell asleep to the crickets chirping. However it wasn't too much longer until a sudden cold hit his bones like ice. He was FREEZING. He opened one eye then another, mist floated around him. He knew exactly where he was, it didn't take him long to figure it out. He had murdered a cat in cold blood, of course they would have saw that. He shifted nervously, he had never considered himself evil....was he....evil...would he still go to StarClan...? What about Mumblepaw? He took a nervous gulp of air, tense ready to pounce. He knew some cats didn't make it out of here alive, and he wasn't going to end up being one of them.

[GnawingOnIce]

The ginger tabby tom was doing what he could usually be found doing: lying on his log, going in and out of sleep. A presence shook him out of this state, his glowing amber eyes flicking open. He lifted his head up from his paws and surveyed the area around his log, before he spotted the presence. It was a younger looking cat, a tom. Mudjaw, wasn't that his name? Tanglefur's skinny, faded body stood, slinking off the rotting log and onto the ground. The mist here was so thick, you could barely see him apart from his glowing eyes. Black, ink-like goop dripped from his eyes as he padded up behind the tom, staying a few tail-lengths away.

"Mudjaw." His raspy voice spoke, the black goop dripping from his mouth now. "So nice to see you here."

[Miss Tactical]

The brown tabby swiveled his ears to when a voice called out his name. He looked at the tom standing before him, clearly fading. Cats are forgetting about his legacy....he won't be here much longer... Mudjaw thought to himself. He knew that when cats began to fade they were forgetting about their name, their stories were no longer getting passed down, and more than likely his name was only in the mind of elders, and as one died, he would fade some more. He flicked his tail in an irritable manner. Nice to see him here? HA! He didn't really want to be here.

The brown tom sighed softly he knew why he was here though. He was here because he had murdered a rogue. He turned his head to look around, he didn't see Weasletongue anywhere did he really go to StarClan? Mudhaw didn't think it was possible for someone like Weaseltail to go there, but he supposed StarClan were forgiving. Many cats who had acted out once or twice were now in the starry frields, was the lanky older tom any different.

"Im' here because I killed Weaseltongue, I'm not Naive. And it is not a pleasure to see you...whoever you are." He mewed between bared teeth. He watched as black goop oozed out from the tom and couldn't help but curl his lip with disgust. Is that how all dark forest cats were? "Did that mangey flea bag go to StarClan or is he roaming around here?" He finally mewed after a moment of silence.

[GnawingOnIce]

Tangle listened to the cat explain why he was here. He noticed the cat curl his lip in disgust at the sight of the skinny tom. "Did that mangy flea bag go to StarClan or is he roaming around here?" Tangle flicked one of his torn ears dismissively. Instead of immediately answering the tom's question, he figured he'd introduce himself. "I'm Tanglefur. I've done what you did. I've killed cats over others, more than once. I was exiled, thrown out and then starved to death. If that wasn't noticeable already." He hinted at the bones poking out underneath his fur. The tom might as well just be skin and bones. "As far as.. whatever his name was goes, I haven't seen him. Maybe one of the others have. Though, I wouldn't recommend talking to them. They're far less merciful than I am." The fading tom explained. "It's either that or Starclan has become more forgiving ever since I died."

[Miss Tactical]

Mudjaw listened to what the fading cat was saying. Surely Owlstar wouldn't exile him, he did the clans a favor after all. He got rid of one of the pesky rogues that were terrorizing the clans. One down many more to go, sure he would never attack or harm a kit that was one thing he knew however there must have been some sort of darkness in his heart otherwise why would he be here. Was he JUST like tanglefur? The thought that he was exiled made him slightly nervous. "Well...I'm sure it was different you know...I mean the rogues were a HUGE problem and I saved Mumblepaw I doubt I'd do it again Owlstar would never send me away." Were his words true? The power he held in his paws, Weaseltongue was the first cat he had killed and he felt a surge of adrenaline shoot through his body when it happened. It was an addicting feeling.

"What happened with you anyways, there's got to be more too it I'm sure." He mewed with a hint of coldness to his voice. There was always a catch with these dark furred cats. They never gave you 100% they were here for a reason, this cat before him was here for a reason. There was coldness in his heart, Mudjaw he wasn't evil...was he? He was just protecting the clan at the cost of his life which he would do countless times again.

[GnawingOnIce]

Tanglefur flicked one of his ears at the mention of Mudjaw's leader. Owlstar.. Where had Tanglefur heard her name? Ah well, he didn't know. He pricked his torn ears when Mudjaw asked him what had happened to Tanglefur, himself. He softly groaned, "It's too long of a story. But.." He hesitated, and dug his needle-like claws into the damp soil beneath his paws. Tanglefur's story was quite an interesting and long one, that was for sure, but he didn't like telling it to anyone. Let alone a cat he barely knew. He didn't like what he had done, and deeply regretted it. The old tom sighed, coughing up some black goop before talking.

"To shorten it, I had a great mentor and one day I went into battle with him. He was killed, and I was furious. I tried to kill the cat that had killed him, but a apprentice from my own Clan stopped me. I killed her, and lied about it, saying that someone from the rival Clan did. Time went on, and I still searched for that cat, eventually caught him, and killed him. I had finally gotten what I longed for, but by a price to pay. One of my Clanmates had seen me do it, but I had threatened to kill them, too, so they kept their mouth shut. For a bit, anyways. They ended up telling my mate, so I threatened to kill both of them if they told anyone. They told our leader, I was exiled, and then starved to death fighting for food. Lost my tail to a rogue." He gestured to his stubby tail, "And now I'm here." He turned his soulless, glowing amber gaze back to Mudjaw. "I've almost faded away. That's what happens after a while. Then, I'll be gone. Forgotten." He choked out 'forgotten', black tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He shook his head, scattering them some. Tanglefur was supposed to be scary, wasn't he? Other cats should fear him, not feel sympathy for him.

[Miss Tactical]

Mudjaw scoffed slightly, he would NEVER murder unless he absolutely had too...was it Murder really or was it defense. He flicked an ear trying to really decide what the situation was. He had never really been aggressive, sure he was ambitious but he wouldn't harm a cat to get to where he wanted would he? When he was an apprentice he had ran off from his mentor a bunch of times due to the fact he wasn't teaching him anything that Mudjaw thought was useful. He had caused his own amount of trouble but when the rogues invaded his territory, that's really when everything changed. That and at the gathering as well.

Mudjaw scowled in disgust as a black goop landed in front of his paws, it had an odd smell that Mudjaw couldn't quite put his paw on the scent but it wasn't pleasant that was for certain. He listened to the toms story, part of him felt bad part of him didn't. It was his own foolish antics that got him here anyways. That must have been moons ago if he was already fading, that or no one wanted to remember him because it was no longer important and it was in the past. Most cats preferred to remember StarClan members, not many cared about those who wandered the dark forest. Sure Tanglefur seemed to be the least problematic, but there were other cats here who certainly caused a problem.

"Well that Certainly is unsettling." He didn't really know what to say. Sure it was a sob story but he didn't want to sympathize with a cat that StarClan didn't even want, at the same time, to completely vanish meant your spirit died, and to die twice was painful, would it hurt like it did to die physically? Where did faded cats go? He twitched his whiskers and felt chills go up his spine just thinking about it. "Well, fading sounds rather peaceful, unlike living in this dark and cold place. Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise. Take you out of misery. literally." he mewed with a curt nod.