[Open] As Far As I Know...

[{Lunarstar}]

Alder sighed and nodded his head. "Yes, those two have never liked each other. I've never even known why."

Brook touched her mate's shoulder lightly with her tail. "Dear, you know what the problem is. Toms. That one fellow who use to come around with Luna -- Mud I think -- had gotten a hold of Snow's heart. And after that she's despised Luna. Just for loving him." Brook's eyes were soft and gentle, she understood. It had happened to her before, too. Turning her attention to Smokescore, she asked, "Is she still with that Mud character?"


Lunarstar's ears tiwtched, and she could faintly hear Brook asking about Mud. She cocked her head, listening, but kept her eyes on Snow. An ear for each conversation.

"Why are you so curious about Smokescore, anyway?" she asked.

"Oh...well, he is kind of cute." Snow mewed, smirking at Lunarstar. "But, if you tell me to, I'll leave him alone."

Lunarstar glared at the beautiful succubi. She knew the cat was trying to upset her. She just shook her head, mentally.

"No, I don't have feelings for him. He's my tool, just like Hawkstripe before him. Disposable items to use when needed." she meowed.

[.:*Hawkstar*:.]

Smokescore paused, thinking about Mud. "Well," he started slowly, "I don't think it is one to last. They have a strain between one another. She's independent and he wants to sit with his tail constricting her." His voice was dripping with unfriendliness towards the brown tom. "They growl at each other a lot. I think that Lunarstar is going to end it soon." And she should. He doesn't treat her right.

Turning his ears to face the she-cats, he listened intently again. "All of their fussing, and over Mud?" he asked himself in disbelief. Frowning slightly, he ceased his eavesdropping. He willed that he wasn't being so obvious with his words about his crush.

A few words from Rose echoed in Smokescore's mind. "If love isn't pure, well, those cats have some problems. They should end it swiftly, like a clean and painless kill. It saves tears and heartache that way." Those words had meant nothing to the tomcat until now.

If Lunarstar didn't love Mud, and Mud only wanted her as a possession, then Lunarstar needed to kill it.

[{Lunarstar}]

Alder sighed. He wished someone could talk some sense into either she-cat. Neither seemed to understand they could do better than Mud. Many toms would gladly be their mates, the two she-cats were far from homely. They were -- in their own, different ways -- beautiful.

Lunarstar's yellow eyes held a ferocious beauty and she moved her lithe body with the grace of a huntress on the prowl. Her tail wagged teasingly behind her, enticing any poor soul stuck following her. He would follow that tail, always. She came across as seduction. She was the definition of the word. Toms would gladly offer their help and strength, and she would let them --if only for a moment-- believe they were her protector. Then the claws would come out. As would her tongue. She would use you, treat you as nothing better than dirt, then toss you to the side. To her, you were expendable.

Snow -- oh! his gorgeous Snow! -- she had the grace and movement of a wayward snowflake fighting the harsh currents of the wind. Her gray eyes, normally blank and as cold as the weather she was named after, could sparkle and light up as though a thousand beautiful fish swam within the depths. Her frail appearance drew cocky and arrogant toms to her like a moth to a flame. But as the mantel slipped off she would turn her frigid gray eyes upon you, make you do what she wanted, chew you up, then spit you back out.

The two were so similar in their goals, but their tactics so different. They were succubi, daemons formed by Satan in the image of beauty and sensuality. When they were released onto Earth, their only purpose was to seek out toms, use them, and destroy them. Leave them with nothing. Rob them. Claw their hearts to shred. Then forget them and start over on a new prey.

"All of this over Mud... Snow needs to forget him. She needs a strong, nice cat that won't leave her side, nor leave her broken hearted." Alder said softly, his sad eyes, rising from the ground to Smokescore. The tom was handsome. Strong gray body, handsome violet eyes, and he held himself in a way that made most cats attracted to him instantly. He seemed charming, intelligent... Maybe...

Just then, Lunarstar stalked over, Snow trailing behind her, and Alder easily saw that in fury, she was even more beautiful. Her eyes were like two flames in the night that was her face, blazing and burning into whomever she chose to cast the unpitying gaze upon. Her body sashayed, her hips swung, and her tail lashed through the air. Each paw was brought down with a heavy force, crushing anything unlucky enough to get in her way. She was like a lightning storm, striking fires and innocent victims, whirling everything around with her gales.

The furious she-cat sat down beside Alder. She had her head bent, and watched the others out of the corners of her eyes. Her body was stiff and she had a sneer curling her lips. Alder knew better than to ask her what was wrong.

Snow, moving more calmly and gracefully, sat down opposite her. The she-cats glared at each other momentarily, then kept their angry eyes away from the other. Snow looked at Smokescore, and smiled a little. That was Lunarstar's last straw.

With a snarl that was half StarClan warrior, half tiger, she leapt to her paws. She stood strong, chin jutting outward, fur raising, lips parting to show her teeth. Everything about her movements was obvious and deliberate, she was defending her property, and she was giving her prey ample time to move away or back down. Neither thing happened, and Lunarstar angrily brought herself in front of the white cat.

"Snow," she said through her clenched fangs, eyes blazing even more savagely as they gazed into the cocky, cool gray ones. "He's mine." Lunarstar's simple words wrenched the anger from Snow's insides, where she hid it. Soon both she-cats were snarling into each other's faces, to the horrified looks of Snow's family.

[.:*Hawkstar*:.]

Smokescore nodded in agreement with the mottled tomcat. "But that type of gentleman is difficult to come across nowadays." They didn't have Rose to help them.

Smokescore glanced away, hearing the swishing of bodies as the two she-cats entered the space, their fur crackling with tension. The gray tomcat wanted to shrink back and avoid the both of them, but he sat still, hardening his gaze to unemotional. If Lunarstar caught him looking scared of two worked-up females, she might just end up clawing his ears.

As they passed by, Smokescore's eyes followed Lunarstar slowly. Her figure moved perfectly, her walk so perfect, so powerful, yet so graceful and smooth.

Glancing over at Snow, he noted that she held herself like something a human called a princess. She was sleek, seductive, and beautiful, but she was cocky, overconfident.

She looked over at him. She cocked a smile.

Smokescore swallowed nervously. Lunarstar set off like a bomb, and the two were snarling at each other before he could blink. "He's mine" was the only thing that really made sense to the tomcat.

"Hold on, there, ladies!" Smokescore called, his voice booming. His temper had suddenly switched from a calm river to a waterfall. "Until I know what's going on, I don't want to be dragged in this like a mindless slave. I'm not property." His eyes flashed at Lunarstar at the word. "And I'm not melting at a pretty face." That time, it was Snow's turn to be glared at. "The thing I can't stand is being talked about, and when I'm right there."

His gaze suddenly softened, his eyes drooping as if his emotional uproa had sucked the energy from him. "You're both adult she-cats that hold a great deal of power. Act like proper adults, not like two fussy children." He had forgotten that that word might not seem very familiar, since it was the term used by humans. But if they knew how to use context clues, they would understand.

"7673 would be disappointed in the both of you. She always said that two beautiful she-cats shouldn't squabble like this. They have too much potential." Smokescore glanced away. Rose would have put these two in their place in a flash. But he was young, she was old, and the two would listen to her far more than him. "But she isn't here," he meowed softly, mainly to himself. "And I guess that the old, right ways had to die out with her."

[*Beechstar*]

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