[ti]Private[/ti]Not Alone

[M'Lady]

It was commonplace to see her here now. Cats whispered of the live cat with fern green eyes, beholden to no one, apprentice to none, who walked the Dark Forest alone. She visited Tanglefur at his log, exchanged news about the living clans and what had been going on while she was gone. She met up with Spottedheart, and pressed him with new inquiries whenever they popped up, and the tom was always glad to answer. She didn't get too close to Scarpelt's angry training exercises, but would sometimes bring him information around gatherings, telling him how his son has been. 

Today, she wanted to do something new. She needed more... Allies? Was that the right word? She needed more allies here. She needed to meet more cats, get as much information on Sweetoak as she could, to find a way to take the she-cat down. Finchpaw was the only thing that mattered to her. Her surviving sibling was her one and only concern in life, and she would assume in death as well. She'd never been close to her mother, clingy as she's become, nor to her clan. Fallenpaw was okay, and she missed her father, but that was it. Finchpaw, the poor furball, needed her most. Well, perhaps that wasn't true. It seems that he'd grown closer to Meteorfall than he ever could with her. But, she still needed him, she supposed. And it wasn't like Meteor was any help here, she was just as naive as Finch was. 

Tansy sighed softly as she padded through the forest, paw steps muffled by a blanket of pine needles that coated the ground. Though, she suddenly paused in her stroll, pricking her ears as the sound of another cat making their way through the undergrowth caught her attention. Tansypaw held herself up high, as proud as she could be, as she waited for the cat to reveal themselves. She wasn't scared of this place, not by the murderers, not by the psychos, not by Sweetoak, who had her brother in her claws. This cat's scent was new, she could win them over. She hadn't failed yet. 

[LupTacco]

Dark as usual- he had, at least, finally decided that there was only one time of day in this place, only one type of anything really. Darkness. He'd never really cared for the stories of the ancestors much- too distracting from what really mattered, the here and now- but with time being the one thing he had so much of now, he'd started to recall them in his aimless wandering. This place was called the Dark Forest, if he was where he thought. A little too literal for him, if anyone had asked.



A little too empty, as well. He wasn't exactly raring to meet whatever sad, vicious sorts made their homes here, but it was awfully dull taking to rotting logs and grasses blackened by shadow. Sometimes he was lucky enough to encounter an old scent trail, but just as quickly it seemed to whisk away from him. Maybe they didn't want to talk to him, either. "Suit yourself," Sootface grumbled at the gloom. It wasn't the loneliness that was getting to him, if he was being honest- it was the idea of leaving his sister behind so suddenly in a clan she wasn't born to. She had never been truly at home there, but he knew she'd be too embarrassed to leave it at this point. If he could only speak to her...



A light shuffle in the pine needle covering of the floor made his ears twitch. A new scent drifted towards him as he held his jaw open to catch it- a different scent than the ones he'd traced here before, one lacking all the dust and decay of the other cats in this place. Composing himself, and taking extra care that his pelt was orderly, Sootface strode forward through some ominously curling ferns, and spotted an... apprentice? A not-so-hidden snort of laughter twitched his muzzle. "Aren't you a little small for this place?" he purred, amused. How curious! He wondered if she really were alive and dreaming- if that was possible, he could have use of her after all...

[M'Lady]

A noise, a snort? Made her pause in her steps. An unfamiliar scent clouded her senses, and she glanced towards the offender. Oh, he was kind of.. Bigger, than she'd expected. She had to get used to this, that these cats here were here for a reasons. More often than not, they were bloodthirsty killers. So far, only Tanglefur had regret his actions. She wondered how this cat would be, and steeled herself. If he was on Sweetoak's side, she was screwed. If not, however, she may be able to sway him to her cause as well. These cats couldn't die, but she could, and she wasn't planning on joining them anytime soon.

At his words, she met his gaze evenly, despite her clearly tiny size. It didn't matter, as long as she held her head high. "Aren' you a'lil cheerful fer this place?" She huffed in reply, her strange accent twisting her words. An accent she got from her father, though he never told her where he was from before he left. She wondered if that was the place he went back to. Well, no matter, she had business to attend to. Fern green eyes shone bright and determined, more alive with color than anything else in this dreary, dampened place.

"M'name's Tansypaw," She offered cautiously, unsure on how to judge this tom as of yet. But she did need reinforcements, and she'd try and get them at any cost. Finchpaw meant more to her than anything in this world or her own, he was the one that deserved a good life untainted by these cats with blood on their claws. She studied this cat, the way he carried himself, his scent... When suddenly, she was struck by a realization. Sure, he smelled like this forest but... Was that, Mothclan scent on him? It was faint, yes, as if he was already forgetting what it smelled like. Mothclan was new, new enough that she remembered the living world without it. She blinked her eyes in surprise. "Yer new here!" She exclaimed, taking a few quick pawsteps forward to sniff again and make sure she hadn't just been mistaken. "Did y'just die? Thas a shame. If y'need help looking around, I can show ya." She offered, black furred ears flicking forward. She remembered how lost she'd been the first time here. Sure, he wasn't in Starclan, but she bet no one took the time to tell him anything.