Stalking through camp.

[Angelpaw]

Demonstorm slowly wandered through the camp, keeping to the shadows. He was able to spy on all those around him. He crouched low in some bushes and remained hidden. All that could be seen of him was his gold eyes shining out.

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Brokenheart padded into the ShadowClan camp. Her green eyes scanned the camp and found it empty. With a soft sigh the pretty brown tabby sat near the rim of the camp, tucking her paws neatly under her chest.

Though pretty, Brokenheart's low self-estem didn't help at all. She could only sit in the shadows and watch others live life rather then fight back and walk with her head held high. It just didn't seem possible for her.

Brokenheart shook her head and pushed the thoughts away. The leaves nearby rustled. Brokenheart's ears pricked. She was being watched.

"Who's there?" Brokenheart called, unsheathing her claws just in case.

[Angelpaw]

Demonstorm paused for a moment then smirked and stepped from the dark shadows. "Peace she-cat," he spat, "I mean you no harm" he refrained from adding a yet to the end of his sentence, he enjoyed teasing but he wasn't in the mood for a full on fight. He sat down nearby, "And why are you sulking in the shadows?"

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

"Because that's the only place I belong" Brokenheart murmured, looking away from the black tom.

Brokenheart sighed very softly and got up. She went to the fresh kill pile and picked up a mouse and a vole before padding back over to Demonstorm. She'd heard things about him from other warriors but they didn't bother her. He couldn't possibly do anything make her feel worse.

The brown she-cat dropped the prey and tossed the vole at Demonstorm. "Hungry?" she asked.

[Angelpaw]

Demonstorm gave a small shrug. He was hungry but he instead pushed the vole around, sticking a claw into its small skull and making it move in a circle as though it were alive. He sighed and looked over a Brokenheart. "Life is fun you should stop sulking about not belonging and MAKE yourself belong"

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Brokenheart laughed bitterly. "I already tried and failed. Cats like me, talentless and worthless, don't belong anywhere but the shadows. You call it sulking, I call it surviving."

Brokenheart nibbled on a bit of the mouse but ended up staring at it unhappily. "Why I survived kithood I'll never know. Oh well, I'll leave now. Burdening others with my pathetic problems only make them run off more."

The brown tabby got up, leaving her half eaten mouse. Though she couldn't see it she was pretty and graceful as she started heading toward the camp entrance, deciding to go run off and hope Demonstorm forgot about her soon. Everyone said he was a bad cat but in her mind, Brokenheart just saw a misunderstood cat.

[Angelpaw]

Demonstorm hissed and then had a thought. He flung his vole across the camp. "Brokenheart, could you pass me my vole back please!" he said in a mock sweet voice. To be honest he enjoyed the company and the fact that she did not seem to be scared of him like the rest of the cats

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Brokenheart paused and looked back at Demonstorm. "I may be weak but I'm not stupid." The brown she-cat sat down and looked at the black tom. "You're planning to make a fool out of me aren't you?"

Her tone was accusing, simply curious with a sweetened undertone. She knew Demonstorm was probably not used to other cats treating him normally.

"You're paws work just as well as mine and it's your own fault it's over there" Brokenheart stated with a smile on her face.

[Angelpaw]

"But what if I told you I'd hurt my paw and couldn't walk over there?" Demonstorm asked in the same mock sweet voice. He loathed the fact that he was actually considering walking over to her.

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Brokenheart laughed, this time it wasn't bitter. It sounded almost like a chiming bell, light and content. There was actually a flit of happiness in her eyes.

"Hurt your paw did you? Poor little warrior" Brokenheart said in a sweet, teasing voice, picking up the vole.

The brown fae walked lightly over to Demonstorm and passed him the vole, her muzzle brushing his fur lightly before she sat back on her hunches. "There you go. If you hurt your paw you might want the medicine cat look at that" she said in a falsely serious voice.

[Angelpaw]

Demonstorm shrugged, " I would do if I had actually hurt it." He slowly biut into the vole, eeling the juices run down his throat. "Why don't you finish that mouse whilst your here?"

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Brokenheart shook her head. "No, I'm alright. I don't eat much on a normal day. I had a magpie this morning before dawn patrol."

The brown tabbit curled her tail over her paws. "I have a question Demonstorm, if you don't mind. Why are you always trying to trick warriors? They say rather unpleasant things about you but I haven't seen any reason for them to talk like that."

[Angelpaw]

"Why do I trick them?" He contemplated the question before answering truthfully. " I trick them BECAUSE they say the unpleasnat things. If they are going to say things about me, I may as well give them reason."

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

"That seems foolish. Wouldn't you want to make them stop talking about you? You don't seem like a cruel cat. A little...different but not bad. But then again, I have no room to talk down to other cats."

Brokenheart gazed around the empty camp. "You seem like a nice cat Demonstorm. Tricking others isn't a way to get respect."

[Angelpaw]

"It's the only way, eveything else I try ends up turning out bad." Demonstorm sighed and curled up in his spot.

((sorry))