Love is alot like Dancing [open]

[ravii]

He was smaller than most clan cats, in fact; he looked more like an apprentice than a grown tom of 20 moons. His ebony fur, often described as dull, shone now under the moons careful watch, surronding him in a tender silver light. The boy shudderred, feeling as always that he was being watched... Most likely he was, but the majority of people would blame it on pyschosis. A simple disability in which one is more or less... Insane. Oh what trouble you have, Dear, he murmured, voice colder than that of the true owner of the body. "Rayne... I just don't know what to do anymore. Everythings falling apart... Maybe I should just stand down. Stand down and pass it over." Weaker than the first voice, a bit more frightened, and younger sounding, it pleaded with the first. Offset it almost. And give it too who? Rushingpaw? Jade? Crank? Mali? Are any of them ready? You've known Rushingpaw since kithood, he's killed many and is the last of your original Blackhand, but does that make him ready to rule?

What a strange sight, this small cat talking to himself, having a conversation as if it were normal and thinking nothing of it. You see, My Loves, Raven has a bit of an issue. His brain doesn't work right. Not at all. Rayne, his alter ego... Or split personality, talks through him, and they often have conversations aloud. Raven, of course, Thinks nothing of it. To him it's perfectly normal. Alll he's ever known.

[*~Roseyy<3]

Clara

A brown hare hopped in search of its own meal. Its ears up in case of danger and pink nose twiching. Two fox lengths benhind him was a white, feline figure, with cold, and abnormaly leafy green eyes pinned on her target. A black paw stepped forward first, then three white. There was not a single sound of her pursuit and she crept closer and closer with the hare completly oblivious.

The she-cat bunched up her legs that were heavy with muscle, visible through her brightwhite pelt. The scar of a jagged lightning polt that took place on her forhead was the only disterbence in her sleek coat. She launched her self into the air, and the hare realized he was in trouble, but he was too late. The Bloodclan deputy spun in the air with emence skill. It was her favorite trick that she had perfected when she was young. She landed square on the hare's back and sunk her teeth into its neck. Eyes gleaming with power she locked her jaws and turned her head intil she heard, and felt, a muted snap. The hare froze in its struggle, and went limp in her jaws.

Clara droped the hare's lifeless body and licked the scarlet drops that covered her lips. She smiled her crooked smile of dark amusement. A russel in the ferns a few fox lengths to her left earased the smile and she returned to her cold, facade. A voice slithered through the silence in a mumble. The she-cat walked closer to investigate and she could scent the only cat who out ranked her. She stood out of her stalking pose and stepped around the fern that blocked her from the tom." Raven."

[ravii]

He turned sharply, looked at her, and resumed looking at his reflection as if nothing new had happened. Silly girl, must be more carful, Raven, someone might hear. Oh, Rayne, how precious and thoughtful as always. He really was a piece of work... Well, I guess they both were... are. Raven nodded, acknowledging the other who was not present. "Can I help you, Clara?" he asked, his voice as always, a bit on the crazy side. Mad, just simply mad, this child was. Mad with anger, depression, or maybe just mad period, no one could tell.

"Of course you can't help her, Raven, you silly goose, she's just here to be here." Raven often had conversations with himself for his whole clan to hear, they all knew of his darkside, Rayne, and of the almost sickening relationship they had. "She's probably just like the rest of your pathetic clan, just looking to grovel at your feet." Raven shrugged in confusion. He honestly saw nothing wrong with the band of murderrers and theives he had brought together. Sure, sometimes there was a fight over dinner, but hey... who could blame them?

"I apologize for Rayne. He speaks out of line." Raven murmurred, almost embarrassed at his counterpart. His sidekick, the other side of his brain. Raven sighed, his black fur rising and falling, gaining a shine as it caught the light only to be engulfed by shadows seconds later. Emerald eyes fixed themselves on Clara, listening intently for her response as if he cared. At least he botherred to give off the illusion.

[*~Roseyy<3]

Clara

Clara just listened and waited untill she could get a word in. She rolled her leafy green eyes but internaly surpressed a growl. I'm nothing like the others!

[/b] She sat on her haunches lay her tail beside the one colored jet black. She had grown accustom to the way Raven conversed with Rayne. Being his deputy ment she heard lot of their dissputes and the fact that he talked to himself was no longer a surprise or something she found strange. It was his normal, and she guessed it worked for him. When Clara heard him apoligize to her directly she just shrugged." Sometimes we can see different lines than others." She flashed her crooked smile of amusement." But a reminder for future referance, to Rayne, I don't grovel." The white she cat chuckled before she she returned to her cool nature. " Anyway, I just caught a fairly large hare and am not very hungry at the moment. If you two want to, your welcome to it." She rose back up to all four paws and walked closer to him. It apeared as if she was attempting to push through the leader but she slithered around him not but a whisker's length away to get to the pool of rain water she had seen on the other side.

Clara arched her neck and lowered he head to lap up some of the liquid before she met his emerald eyes with a questioning look. " I would be a shame to waste a fine meal such as that one." [/font][/size][/blockquote]