{Open} HISSY FIT

[BROKENSIGHT]

It was a cold, frigid sunhigh despite the fact that there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The sun's heat, though did little to warm the earth, simply allowing more light to fall across the land. At some points, the sunlight was even blinding at times as it reflected off of the bright snow that was sprinkled over the ground. But, of course, the orange and white pelted tom could see none of that. With his fur rugged and worn after so many moons had passed by, the tom's thin, boney form was covered with ancient scars. Pieces of fur were missing throughout his pelt and his whiskers were bent in the oddest of ways. But, his rough, beaten up look matched almost perfectly with his unseeing eyes. Glazed over with a thick film, his once bright green eyes were nothing more than a deep, almost rotten looking blue. There was hardly anything that remained of his eyes, only looking like smooth pebbles had been pushed into his skull.

With a sharp, rumbling snort, Brokensight silently mutter a number complaints under his breath as he clumsily pushed his way out of his den. Even though it was warm inside and protected from the snow, the ancient tom was sick of being in that blasted space. All the other elders were always yapping away about some useless thing after another and he was clearly tired of listening to them. He hated when they spoke of the apprentices in their clan or of the warriors. As he saw it, none of them were anywhere near as good as the warriors had been when he had been a younger tom. "Ah, those lousy, mouse-brained kits. Nothing like us when I was a warrior.", he growled, his tail twitching in a jerky manner as he slowly and painfully padded into the clearing of the camp. He wasn't too sure of where he was going, but he knew the camp well enough to know that he was heading in the general direction of the stock pile. He was hungry, and he was going to be sure everyone else in the clan knew it. "Useless warriors! Can't even take time to feed a renowned warrior like me," he hissed loudly, his empty eyes narrowing faintly as he halted his paw steps, hardly even a fully fox-length away from his den.

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[LIONPAW]

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[style=font-family:satisfy; font-size:24px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:-50px;]CENTURIES PASSED AND STILL THE SAME[/style][style=width:460px; background-color:#000000; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; padding:10px;][style=border:5px solid #A02422; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; font-family:arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; padding:10px;]Lionpaw hated the cold. Entirely. With a passion. From the bottom of his heart. Which meant that, unfortunately, he was extremely lazy during the cold seasons. Not from the lack of want to do anything.. well, maybe that was it. The young apprentice yawned widely from where he lay on the camp's floor, the reeds near the river brushing his tossing tail. Yes, he could admit (if only to himself) that when the sharp cold breezes had first swung around, he had sought shelter in the apprentice's den, hiding from not only the cold but from any sort of duties as well. He would not feign illness just to avoid it, but even if Willowstar herself had asked him to do a certain task (take moss to the elders, help Ivysong collect herbs), he would take his sweet precious time doing whatever it was that needed done. He was not lazy, per se, he was just-

The screeching complaints of an obviously unhappy cat brought Lionpaw's eyes to open and his head to turn toward the noise. One of the elders (whose name Lionpaw could not remember) was yowling and spitting a few mouse-lengths outside of his den, disgruntled about something with which Lionpaw didn't much care. As it were, however, the elder was obviously blind. Clouded, blue-white eyes with no discernible iris or pupil, the elder was not focusing on anything around him as he sought out whatever it was he wanted. So, in turn, he could also not see that there was no one yet out of their dens for the day, save Lionpaw himself. It was a struggle, deciding whether to go wake a Warrior or to simply seek to help himself. In the end, though, he figured he would get in more trouble waking another to help than simply refusing to help himself.

With a quiet growl in the back of his throat, the young apprentice rose on his long limbs and stretched minutely before making his way across the camp and to the elder, making his steps loud and distinct as not to startle him. "What's the problem, old man?" he said with a small chuckle, pausing a few paces from him and tossing his tail over his back. His words were a bit rude, but his joking tone made it obvious that he would be tolerant to whatever this elder threw at him. As mean as Lionpaw was capable of being, elders had always garnered an amount of respect in his mind. They had served his clan before he was even born, fighting alongside other Warriors who are now in StarClan. Lionpaw gazed at this elder (whose name he still had not remembered) with a patient, calm demeanor about him, thinking that maybe this day was going to be a good one despite the cold.[/style][/style]
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[BROKENSIGHT]

Sitting there in the open with the thin layer of snow beneath his paws, Brokensight already felt the cold seeping into his flesh, his thin, rugged form shivering as she spat. Damn the cold. Damn bare-leaf. Damn the useless mongrels that live in this camp! Fur bristling along his aging, crooked spine, the old tom was ready to start yowling and wailing until someone decided to make their lazy pelt useful. He was hungry, he was cold, and it was clear that he was in no mood to be patient with anyone. His tail flicked angrily from one side to the other as he lightly unsheathed his claws. Or, at least what was left of them. With his old, tiring age, most of his once prized weapons were nothing more but limp, useless tools that occasionally assisted him with a pestering itch. Only three of her claws remained on his forepaws, the others having been torn out from battles or simply become to weak and frail to grow into anything.

Pulling his lips back into an angered snarl, the orange and white tom very slowly shook his head as his rump slumped carelessly onto the ground, his joints aching and his muscles hardly able to truly hold his form any longer. Just as Brokensight was getting ready to release his completely unnecessary wailing, a faint voice came from beside him. His torn ears twitched faintly, straining a bit to hear the younger tom fully before he gave a sharp snort. "Is that any way to treat those who have served this clan longer than you've been alive?", he snapped faintly, his empty, sightless gaze turning towards the general direction of the tom. He didn't know his name nor truly recognized his scent. In truth, Brokensight knew hardly any of the cats that resided in his clan. He spoke to few and liked fewer of them. So, in short, he had never bothered with learning their names. "Go and get me something to eat," he said sharply to the tom, his ears pressing back against his skull as he lightly narrowed his eyes. "And, be quick about it. I'm not getting any younger sitting here waiting for your useless pelt."

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[LIONPAW]

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[style=font-family:satisfy; font-size:24px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:-50px;]WAR IN OUR BLOOD, SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE[/style][style=width:460px; background-color:#000000; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; padding:10px;][style=border:5px solid #A02422; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; font-family:arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; padding:10px;]Lionpaw let loose another small chuckle when the elder showed his broken teeth, unsheathed his broken claws, spoke with his broken voice, searched endlessly with his broken eyes.. Broken eyes? Wait.. "You've quite the temper for someone so old, Brokensight," Lionpaw said, speaking slightly louder than he had before as to be heard more clearly. He wasn't much for bowing into other cat's needs or wants, but he was feeling a mite bit generous today. Besides, StarClan only knew what Honeyfrost would do if she found out he hadn't helped Brokensight when he had nothing better to do. She would be furious, absolutely spitting mad, seething to the brim of her big fat -

At the mention of "something to eat" from the aged tom, Lionpaw turned obediently and trotted to the dwindling stock-pile of deceased little prey animals. Hunting was always a perilous affair during the cold seasons, what with fresh-kill being so scarce. They all holed up against the cold, making it harder on the Clans to snuff them out. As it were, the pile consisted of (all of which extremely skinny and slightly frost-bitten) two voles, three mice, and a single sparrow. The sparrow, though it would be more work to rid of its' feathers, obviously had more meat on its' hollow bones. Lionpaw snatched it tenderly from its' nest in the remaining dead animals, moving patiently back to the still-complaining elder.

The sparrow dropped with a small thump against Brokensight's forepaws, its' soft plumage tickling across Lionpaw's lips as he pulled away from the gift. He licked his lips slightly, aware that his own belly was hollow. He would wait until later to eat anything, as he figured Honeyfrost would take him out to train. He would ask her if they could hunt, or if she could at least hunt for him. As it were, Lionpaw sighed slightly as he realized that the blind elder would be unable to eat the sparrow without a bit of help. "Here. Let me pluck the feathers," he muttered loudly before reaching his neck out to begin tearing the feathers from the bird's skin, his ears turned backward and his eyes narrowed in disgruntlement.[/style][/style]
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[BROKENSIGHT]

Ears twitching with a hint of irritation at the young tom's words, the rugged fur that rested on his shoulders bristled faintly, his short-temper quickly heating up. Brokensight truly hated it when the other cats called him old. Even being considered an elder angered him to the core. He may not have his sight to see, but, in his mind at least, he was just as strong and as powerful as he had been many moons ago. There were even times when he would begin to act like a true warrior as he had, his unseeing eyes 'seeing' his past life. His mind indeed was a bit unstable and unpredictable at times, often becoming confused about simple things. But, he was better off than most elder cats were would stumble around on their paws like a bunch of newborn kits. Running his lips over his dried lips, he waited impatiently for his meal, his tail tip twitching in jerking motions.

His empty blue eyes stared blankly out at every thing in front of him, unsure of what was happening about him. His hearing wasn't very good either, his age having dwindled his senses away. So, where he thought there were cats around him, it was only him and Lionpaw in the clearing. His whiskers twitched faintly as he strained to hear what the apprentice was doing, growing highly impatient that it took the tom so long to get him food. The elder practically jumped as he felt something land on his forepaws, causing him to stumble back faintly as his ears pressed back against his head and his fur bristled along his spine. For a moment, the surprise put his mind back into the many battles he had fought as a younger tom, lighting a fire in his being as his mind stumbled over reality. It took a few moments for him to register what was around him, huffing loudly as he settled a bit uncomfortably on his paws. "What is the meaning of sneaking up on me," he spat, glaring at where he thought the young tom stood. "Apprentices had more respect for their senior warriors in my day."

Flicking one of his bent, twisted ears as he strained to catch Lionpaw's words, a faint growl rumbled in his throat. "Think I can eat on my own now, do ya", he questioned as he clumsily stepped forward, sniffing blindly at the ground, not even close to where the sparrow lay. "I can pluck the bird myself," he continued to protest, but it was obvious her couldn't. He could hardly pick up the scent to find the sparrow to begin with let alone peel away the feathers that covered its form.

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[LIONPAW]

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[style=font-family:satisfy; font-size:24px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:-50px;]FIGHTING FOR LAND AND PERSONAL GAIN[/style][style=width:460px; background-color:#000000; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; padding:10px;][style=border:5px solid #A02422; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; font-family:arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; padding:10px;]The apprentice did for a moment freeze when Brokensight startled, his golden eyes warily following the uncoordinated movements while he continued his work on the bird. He held in his mind a sense of pity for the old fellow, of how crippled and helpless he had become. Perhaps one day many many moons ago he had been fierce and swift and strong and wise- now he was reduced to nothing by the cruelty of time. Some said growing old was better than death, but Lionpaw wasn't so sure. Proof like this, forced straight into your face, was harder to swallow than a still-wriggling fish, and he wondered vaguely if Brokensight preferred this misery than the graces of StarClan.

"No one is sneaking up on you, old man. You're just not paying attention," he seethed despite his not-so-callous thoughts, turning his ears back as the hairs along his spine bristled slightly. Showing that he wasn't grudgingly being kind could ruin his reputation around here, which was something he wouldn't allow, even if no one else was awake yet. He continued to deftly strip the sparrow of its' plumage, spitting it hard into the wind around them. He wasn't having fun in the slightest, but he felt the small blossom of pride welling in his chest as he neared the end of his task, carefully (though messily, unfortunately) removing the head of the sparrow so that Brokensight wouldn't digest the beak or skull by accident. Finished with his work, he sat back to survey it, unhappy with the sloppiness of the job despite it being done. He sighed quietly as he placed the bird's head at his paws, wrapping his tail across a hind-leg.

"Oi, Brokensight, he called with a bit of impatience on his tone, narrowed golden eyes watching the tom stumble for the bird. "Over here. Warmer. Warmer. Hot. There you go. Plucked and everything." The apprentice waited a few moments longer to see that the elder got to his food and could at least break the skin with his chipped teeth before turning away, with all means to head back to his spot of lounging. With nothing more to do, some more sleep wouldn't be so bad after all. "By the way, you should admit you need help sometimes. And be nicer when you get it. Maybe then more cats would actually be willing to do things for you, Lionpaw tossed over his shoulder before picking up the bird head and starting back to his place by the reeds.

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