Suffocation :closed:

[Spruceburn]

I could take every fucking game you play
Blow it all away
but would you even care
I could take all those lies you said to me
Never go away
Never dissapear
This cloud will always hover over me

Spruceburn made his way through the mucky bog, the mud sucking hungurly at his fur with every paw step. The tabby tom cursed argrily under his breath, why did he come here of all places? Oh that's right, Wolfstar was being a mouse brain again. How can he expect me to just stay in camp while he plays his little games with Icegaze and Greenlily? He thought bitterly to himself. And now here he was, knee deep in mud with fog surrounding him and in neutural territory. MoonClan cats could be all over the place for all he knew. '' Stupid Wolfstar and all his stupid mates and stupid Icegaze... '' He growled as he pulled one of his paws out of the mud, '' This mud is going to take forever to get out of my pelt... ''

Wolfstar had said he cared about him, that he was proud of him and how he loved him... What lies... Spruceburn had actually believed him for a while, but after seeing what he was doing to Greenlily, he knew that Wolfstar didn't know what it meant to love someone. He was a fool that Wolfstar had brought into his web of lies... Why have kits with a she-cat you don't even love and then not care about the kits? Even though he knew Wolfstar would never say it outloud, Spruceburn knew he was a mistake along with his sister... The tabby tom shook his pelt furiously, glaring up at the cloud sky. He was remembering the day when his face got burnt off... All of that pain... All of the suffering, all for Wolfstar.

Angry tears began to form in Spruceburn's one good eye, tears were already trying to escape behind his one eye that was burnt shut. '' I became this for you Wolfstar! Are you happy? Are you happy I'm like this? That I'm an ugly outcast? '' The tabby tom yelled at the sky, ripping his paws furiously from the mud, spraying it every where. Suddenly he stopped, had he heard something? Foot steps? Yes... There they were again! The SunClan warrior blinked his eye, making sure the tears were gone. He didn't want anyone from SunClan or MoonClan to see that he was crying even though he knew they probably heard him screeching like a stupid bird. '' Who goes there? '' He growled, cursing the fog that blocked his vision.

[Raccoonstar]

Jetstar needed some time out of cam. He was suffering from over-stimulation. Too many cats complaining of their poor empty bellys only to get the answer "If you don't catch prey, you don't eat it". And the whole thing with Ebonyfang being pregnant. He supposed that was a good thing, but she was getting annoying. That thought brought Jetstar back to what he thought every time he saw Ebonyfang. Her dancing elegantly by the side of the river, the moonlight splashing over her fu-. Jetstar roared in frustration. He couldn't stand it when his mind drifted to thoughts such as that. He gritted his teeth and continued on, not even taking notice and the mud weighing him down. He was still as agile as ever. He skimmed silently over the muck but stopped when he heard a voice. He put a smug smile on his face and crept up behind the cat. "Why hello there!" he meowed in a low, hissy yet persuasive voice. "I'm surprised to see you here! How's your old man holding up?" Jetstar snickered

[Spruceburn]

Spruceburn spun around as he heard a voice behind him, he would know that voice anywhere. His dark brown tabby fur stood on end, making him look twice his size. His claws were unsheathed, though they were covered in mud. It was Jetstar, leader of MoonClan. It took everything in him not to slash the ginger tabby's eyes out right now. '' He's doing just fine, no thanks to you. '' He snarled at Jetstar, his sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl. Who did this tom think he was? Sneaking around like he owned this whole StarClan forbidden pile of mud. Suddenly a thought came to his head. A little voice whispering in his ear, Just slash his throat and run... He has lives to spare. He took one of Wolfstar's, why can't you take one of his? You can just say he attacked you and you were acting in self defense. Everyone in SunClan would believe you. Heck, they would think of you as a hero! No... No, real warriors didn't kill. Especially without reason. '' What do you want, Jetstar? '' He growled.

[Raccoonstar]

Jetstar gave Spruceburn an extremely sympathetic look. "Still protecting that old flea-bag, eh? After what he did to you? He kicked you in the ass three times over and you still love him? Hm..? It is not love that drives you...Hate? Anger? Agony? Or all of that put into a ball of pathetic self-denial. Exactly correct, am I not? If I remember correctly, you would call this angst and rebellion. Sad day, sad day. Little tom is throwing a fit because he didn't get what he wanted the most." Jetstar hissed, his voice soulding like the oil that stuck once had stuck in Spruceburn's fur. His yellow eyes glowed with malice. Everything about him rang danger and death. He would, after all, rule over two clans by the time it was all said and done.

[Spruceburn]

The fur on Spruceburn's shoulders bristled more, how did Jetstar know so much? And why did he even care? He hated the way this cat's eyes flashed like lightning, like nothing he had ever seen before. '' You don't know anything about me or Wolfstar. '' He growled to the MoonClan leader, his claws sliding in out. Just do it, Jetstar's asking for it. You know your claws are just itching to do it... No... No, I'm a warrior. Real warriors don't kill, Spruceburn had to remind himself yet again. '' And how do you know what I want most? I have a loving mate and mother and sister and great clan mates. And plus I don't live in the ramshackle lot you call yourself leader of. MoonClan is what it's called, right? Claiming to be cats under StarClan even though you're just a bunch of murderous liars. '' he growled, his good eye blazing like an emerald fire.

[Raccoonstar]

Jetstar laughed at this, a deep howling laugh. A large smile grew on his face. "Stupid little cat! You know nothing about yourself. I pity you. I pity you with all the pity I hold in my heart. You are going through a stage of self-denial, Spruceburn, admit it. I know more about you thn I should. Isn't that strange? I know more about you, your sister, your mother, and especially your father, than even you know. I hae my ways. Don't underestimate me and assume that I am just a blood thirsty bastard because you would be wrong. Because I can assure you one such as that would not have a mate expecting kits." Jetstar ended with a snarl.

[Spruceburn]

'' I know everything I need to know about myself, '' Spruceburn growled back, '' and just because a cat has kits doesn't give him a good heart. '' He meowed, thinking of Wolfstar. '' Just because you found some... mouse brained whore to do have kits with you doesn't make it love. You know nothing about Birdsong, Greenlily, Wolfstar, or me. You don't even know what it's like to be a true warrior. You're just a blood thirsty beast like the rest of of your make-shirt clan, '' Spruceburn growled. The tom's arrogant know it all tone was really annoying him. Maybe he did need to get knocked down to size. Just one quick flick of his claws and Jetstar wouldn't know what hit him... '' You can't pity me because you have no heart. '' The tabby tom snarled.

[Raccoonstar]

The smile dropped immediately from Jetstar's face. "You think that just because of my personality that I have no family and that I care for no one? You are the one who knows nothing. Every cat has a heart but every heart is different. I have experienced love before. I love my mate very much. She is no whore and you have no right to say she is. And I'm sure you don't understand what it means to love a mate as much to have kits with them. Seems you are very inexperienced in that catagory!" Jetstar spat all the vile words at Spruceburn. He was messing with the wrong cat. If only he knew who he was talking to. He was underestimating Jetstar way too much and it had to end.

[Spruceburn]

Spruceburn smirked as the smile left Jetstar's face, he was getting to him. His pelt prickled when he talked about love and hearts, Jetstar truely didn't know anything. '' If I don't know anything about you, then you don't know anything about me! '' He snarled at the dark ginger tom. '' You don't know what I've been through, you don't know what I've had to prove, you don't know what it's like to have a face... A face like this! '' He growled, fighting back angry tears. A face like this... A face like this... A face like that... Two faces... Spruceburn suddenly reared up on his hind legs, the same voice whispering in his ear... His second face... '' You're about to see the second face of me! '' Spruceburn hissed and then lunged at Jetstar with his claws unsheathed, grabbing at his throat and knocking him into the mud. He put all of his weight down on the MoonClan leader, holding him under the mud. Keep him under... Feel him struggle... Real warriors don't have to kill... I have two faces... Who says both have to be warriors?

[Raccoonstar]

Jetstar saw the attack coming. He was swift and light on his paws. But he let the tom have him. Let him feel victorious. But, the one flaw in Spruceburn's brilliant attack was the fact that he and Wolfstar were to alike in strength, size, and fighting style. He had fought Wolfstar and had seen him, studied him. So Jetstar could predict Spruceburn's moves. But, the tom lunged forward and slammed Jet down like a ragdoll. Let him get satisfaction of capturing and trapping me, then attack Jetstar thought quickly to himself. He felt a heavy paw slam into the back of his head and his face was shoved into the mud. He squirmed helplessly for a few moments and paused, letting his muscles and joints loosen so he was more flexible. Before Spruceburn could react, the MoonClan leader slithered backwards out of his grip. Being so agile, he flipped backwards and landed perfectly on his paws. "Aw, you didn't think I was clan leader without a reason, did you? You are making a huge mistake Spruceburn. You will regret it."

[Spruceburn]

'' You don't know who you're messing with. And I won't regret this! '' Spruceburn spit right in Jetstar's face and then lunged again, aiming for the throat. He didn't care if he killed him. Why should he? He didn't owe Jetstar anything and he had lives to spare. Before his claws could touch the MoonClan leader's, Jetstar bowled him away with a heavy paw to the head. He spun in the air and then landed in the mud, splattering it everywhere. Blood oozed into his good eye, mixing with mud. He looked over at Jetstar, but all he could see now was Wolfstar's face. The angry look on his face... From when Spruceburn had snuck out of camp as a kit. All he had wanted to do was hunt... To make Wolfstar proud of him... '' Why aren't I good enough for you? '' He screamed at Wolfstar though he had no idea how he was now fighting his father instead of Jetstar. He lunged again but instead of aiming for the throat or face, he dove under Wolfstar's belly and the rolled onto his back. He dug the claws in his back paws into Wolfstar (who had now become Jetstar again)'s stomach and then pushed with all of his strength, sending the singer tom flying.

[Raccoonstar]

Jetstar clenched his teeth. This guy is fucked up in the head, no joke. He is father gone than he even realizes he thought, narrowing his eyes. Suddenly, the tom used speed to attack and sent Jet flying. But Jetstar only smirked at his pitiful attempt. The smug smile returned to his face. "I'm sorry. I thought that you learned that you can't hurt me with attacks in which the enemy would require agility and balance to evade injury. But instead you use it, since you can't use anything else. Well, Spruceburn the condition of your mind isn't very stable at the present time. I can help you, you know. I can help ease your pain. Whatever it is that you are feeling, a feeling that bothers ou greatly, I will find the source and rid of it. I am an honest tom, believe it or not. I stay true to my word. I will do whatever it takes to relieve some pressure off your shoulders."

[Spruceburn]

'' You can't help me, nobody can. This is for me to solve, and me alone. '' Spruceburn snarled at Jetstar. Flexing his claws. His whole pelt was covered in mud and sticking up at odd angles, blood dripping from a few wounds on him. You never know though... Jetstar is a very powerful cat... He can help you if you give hime a chance, take the weight off of your shoulders. All you want is to take care of Greenlily, Gladetail, and Birdsong. Jetstar can help you, Spruceburn. The voice whispered in his ear, louder than ever. '' No, he can't help me and I won't let him help me! '' He growled to the stupid voice in his ear. You're talking to yourself, y'know. If I were you I would get all the help I could get. '' But you aren't me. '' He growled. This voice wasn't him. This voice that told him to kill Jetstar. Who now wanted help from Jetstar. '' What can you do for me? '' He suddenly growled, no aware that the words had come out of his mouth until after he had said them.

[Raccoonstar]

Jetstar perked his ears and smirked. "Well now. I can help relieve your mind. You tell me your problems and I widdle them away. I can make you strong. Strong in your mind. Power doesn't grow in muscles. Power must be in your mind before you can ever be strong and stable. And, no, to get power to grow in your mind, it does not require a hideous task such as killing or torturing. It can be done by simply thinking things through and clearing your mind of everything except what is important. Believe me, Spruceburn, I once had a mind as weak and corroded as yours. I was once tortured with claws and blood. Let me tell you it is not enjoyable. I suggest you make a wise decision and let me help."

[Spruceburn]

Spruceburn took a paw step forward, though it wasn't a threatening one. His claws slid in and out, still trying to resist the urge to kill Jetstar for some reason. His visible dark green eye flashed with a cold fire that had never been there before and his teeth were bared in a vicious snarl. '' I only have one problem. '' We only have one problem, the little voice corrected him, '' And it's Wolfstar. '' The tabby tom growled, '' Whatever I do isn't good enough for him. I became this for him, and I'm still not good enough to be his son. '' He turned so Jetstar could only see the burnt side of his face, '' As far as we are concerned, we have no father. '' He snarled, spitting out the word father like it was venom. He turned back to Jetstar, '' What can you do about our problem? ''