Foreshadow the Future

[*Sinister*Dreams*]

He was staring at the ground. Literally staring. At the ground. It was muddy tonight, and covered in sticky brown, wet beneath it all. Foreshadow's paw prints stood out ominously within the muck as he continued to look down, hiding his face from the wind. The only problem with being a loner was that you didn't exactly have a home base, and it was hard to deal when the weather decided to throw a tantrum. His black chest stood out against is white fur, covered in water.

With a sigh he took the liberty to glance around. If anyone knew the role he'd played in the lives of Zane and Melody's kits, he'd be much too popular for his own good. He grinned a bit at the thought, knowing his Aunt and her mate would be well off without him. They'd started quite the family. Perhaps one day he'd settle down, but it never was in his nature anyway. Foreshadow scented the air, the fresh fallen rain pelting his shoulders. Apparently someone was close...A she-cat. He rolled his eyes, well aware how tempermental they could be and wishing to avoid it. He turned on his haunches, stalking off for the rocks he saw a ways off. He needed the shelter pretty bad, he thought, feeling the fresh wound on his shoulder. He should have learned better than to mess with Scorpius, or at least stayed behind with his family to heal. But alas, he was not as sensible as he portrayed, now was he?

[» Sacrifice]

She had never fit in, anywhere. In truth, she had left her first home of DuskClan, fed up with the way those under the warrios had basically been ignored, no matter what she did. It had been nice leaving, although she had caused a rift between a once friend. Not that it mattered; it was better to close off all clan relationships once you left. That way, you couldn'y miss anyone. After leaving the clan cats, she had spent time in a small band like thing, consisting of all the other cats who had left the clan. Each had sported a pair of blood colored eyes, aside from the smallest cat. It was their odd-ness that had drawn them togethor, but after they had, at least she thought, killed, things had shifted into a different light once more, and the black pelted she cat had left the loners as well, making her way for the rogues. Along that path though, it had taught her that it was better to not care for anyone, as everything she cared for died. After that problem in the meadow, Vampirefang, or Vampire as she was often called, had worked alone. It was better that way; or so she told herself.

Part of Zane's coven, she knew about his strange kits, and about the ones that had surrounded the kits as they had grown up. However, that was about it, for although he was a leader, Zane had still been as anti-social around everyone as ever, but spoke with a great dignity that had always been hidden, and although it was rare to see the golden eyed tom around, one could feel his presence, for he was a true cat of the shadows, although he was not the blood thirsty one that he had fought. In truth, as usual, Vampire had felt as though she was alone in this world, and spent the night away from everyone, in the shelter. The storm had caught her by suprise, and as much as she wished she didn't have too, the only place was here, a place where she had lost everyone she last cared about. It was a place full of bitter memories, which was why she was nearly outside, away from everything inside, and letting the wind buffet her, rain pattering on her, although nothing seemed to really bother her right now. The black pelted she cat didn't mind a good storm.

There was another figure though in the storm it seemed, coming closer, and although it took a moment, it was easy to figure out who it was, one not of the band, but sometimes around them. Another loner; just as she. Foreshadow.
"Enjoying the storm Foreshadow?"
The she cat called out, gaze focused on the tom, just watching. Her tone was gently teasing, as usual when she was in a decent mood. Well, maybe the storm wasn't such a bad thing, it left the she cat in a decent mood. Or maybe it was just her manners that happened to always shine through; one could really know.

[*Sinister*Dreams*]

And so it seemed the wind carried a voice, vocally bearing itself down in the direction of Foreshadow's ears. Last time he'd checked, the wind didn't sound like Vampirefang. A strange reality that would be. So he turned around for the second time since he'd left Zane's, ignoring the brief ache in his shoulder as he sought her out.

"Vampire? Is that you?"

Suddenly it seemed finding shelter was less important, and he dashed out to greet her, ignoring the sleet falling down on top of his weary body. As it was, Foreshadow never went unguarded, and despite the fact he thought the she-cat a friend rather than a tireless enemy out to get him, his muscles tensed nonetheless. One might say he was afraid of his own friends more than Renegade himself. They could hurt you ten times worse than the Rogue King. Or so he'd proclaimed. The though of Renegade's million titles made Foreshadow wish to hiss in defiance with how much hatred he felt. Alone as he was, Foreshadow had a knack for caring and loving, then suddenly leaving as a ghost on the fog.

The Silver One should be right to fear him.

[» Sacrifice]

A faint grin flickering to the edges of her maw, Vampire stepped into the storm, making her way over to greet Foreshadow, in truth, actually enjoying as the rain plastered her pelt to her smaller frame. It was the sheer power of the storm that made her feel good about it; as although it rocked and rolled, with thunder and lightning occasionally, it was just good to see that a storm would never intentionally hurt anyone, unlike the ones here. Darker thoughts like that had always circled the she cat's mind as she walked alone, but this time, she was more glad to see Foreshadow then she allowed herself to show. Maybe it was just because the storm was worse then usual; or because she was different when she wasn't around a crowd, as she generally kept to herself aside from when a grunt was needed, you could say. Red eyes gleaming in the darkness, Vampire was soon approaching Foreshadow. Her gait, although light, was wary, as this could easily be someone from Renegade's small group, seeking revenge. Scent, or what she could get from it, the storm washed most of it away, told her this was the real cat.

"Yes. And last time I checked, I wasn't an imposter for the darker bands."
Having noticed the slight tense air around the tom, as well as the wound, Vampire half shook her head. It seemed that he had gotten into a tangle with someone. Well, she knew where a shelter was, it was just the memories she wasn't sure of. Looking at the other tom though, it seemed she would face them to get him into shelter. After all; she did somewhat know him as a friend, and with friends, Vampirefang would easily put her their own life abover her's.

"Come on; I know a place where we can wait out this storm."
There were also herbs in one of the rooms, but that would come later, if Foreshadow hadn't treated it himself already. He was a wanderer, and they often knew a lot more about herbs then anyone else. Flicking her tail slightly, Vampire set off on a different course, already being able to smell the herbs that she had stored in there just a few hours ago, when the sky was still clear.