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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Mar 1, 2006 2:50:35 GMT -5
The night was dark. That was it. There were no stars. There was no moon. There was just the dark, black sky above the forest. It was the time for kits to be in their nurseries, warm and safe by their mothers. It was time for the warriors to be alert, stationed by the entrance. But, of course, they weren't expecting anything. It was too dark. There would be no sane creature out at this dark hour.
But who said he was sane?
Maybe he was sane. Maybe the black cat did know everything he was speaking about was insane. Maybe he was a sane cat who just wanted to be known, to have his own history. But those cats weren't ever sane.
Zeik was insane, and he knew what he was doing. Those black eyes, sinking into that black pelt knew exactly how they were going to attack, and exactly how these forest clan cats were going to react. His black eyes knew every lie, and knew how to read into a cat's mind. Maybe that was why his own cats feared him. Well, maybe. Zeik, in his own mind, knew that Masked was the quiet beast in the background. But Masked was a harder one to read. It was his solemness. In spite of this, Zeik had a cool confidence, that Masked was on his side.
Black eyes, as black as the sky above glowered down at the quiet camp. This was their temporary home, until they obtain that forest of theirs. A cold hiss emitted from Zeik's throat. His mind snapped and twisted. He knew what many of them thought. They thought he was the coward that hid behind his army. He was not like those Clan leaders, who used kindness. And yet, Zeik was not cruel. He had confidence in his cats, and knew that hurt would not make them follow him. Only his cold certainty would.
OOC: Gotta go, sorry.
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 2, 2006 3:01:42 GMT -5
However, insanity always goes by twos. Zeik was not alone that night. Like a gaunt wraith created from shadows, the striped she-cat materialised beside her Leader, face grim and silent. Her own green eyes shifted from the black cat's form, which was hard to distinguish in the stark darkness of the night, to the camp below. No hiss passed her lips, though a smug smirk of scorful satisfaction slowly crept up her muzzle. (xD Too many Ss!!) Her eyes flickered between the faint murmurs of cats going to sleep and Zeik's gleaming ebony eyes, and she tilted her head at the Leader, the grin still present on her wasted face. Green eyes glowing like twin lanterns, sunken in the black and brown fur of her features, her piercing gaze rested on the entirely raven-black tom. No words left her maw, but it was almost as if the rest of her spoke loud and clear. "Are you thinking of the fight to come?" seemed to be the question hidden in her casual standing position, in the slight smirk of contentment on her muzzle, in the dull sheen of the two shining orbs which lay in their sockets.
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Post by blacktree on Mar 2, 2006 8:22:44 GMT -5
Atya came out into the haunting grounds, she was mad, and angry. A tom from a nice Clan wanted to mate with her! She was ready to kill some cat now! Atya stared at the leader, a tom, and all the other toms. She snarled at them, she was evil, the most evil there, she would eat Clan cats, foxes, eagles, and even badgers, her mother was weak mentally, but strong physical, but Atya still killed her mother. Her father, who was in ThunderClan, was a killer, blood thirsty and a killer. She was from each side, and was perfect. The meeting with Clan cats is what she hated, she killed each one she saw, that is why they do not have so many! They dare come out to fight her!
Atya's almost black eyes gave her away that she was there, because of the gleam and war-like way in her eyes. She hissed at the toms again. Atya did not fear her Leader Zeik, he was too weak to Atya, she snorted. When Zeik did die, she would become deputy, kill Masked then become leader, a very deadly leader that would not care about weaklings, kill them, only the strong shall live. Ataya had a power to see what toms thought, mostly because she practiced it and became good at it. Her black paws lifted the ground and she stepped toward her leader, she wanted to talk to him.. A killing spree. Atya wanted to go on a killing spree, for she was mad, and angered by all toms. They thought that they could do what they please, she-cats only there to have more kits so that they can live! Well, this she-cat was not going to a mother ever! She would kill all who tried!
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Mar 2, 2006 16:29:00 GMT -5
Okay, Atya, you need to watch your RPing very, very closely. You have huge run on sentences...
The black cat's mind was working. It twisted and clicked inside his insane head, working out clever plans, and prone problems. That was what he did. That was what the dark evil thought. But it wasn't constant. Occasionaly, the black mind stopped. Sometimes, it was calm. Zeik turned his head. Agony. Zeik had taken a liking to this crazed she-cat, though he did not show a sliver of it. It was also not in the way those forest Clan cats thought about their mates. Zeik liked this cat for her thinking. She was cold and crazed. That worked.
The tom's black eyes studied Agony's bright ones. He had immediately caught the meaning of her smirk, but didn't say anything for a long while. Finally, a lifeless grin crossed his maw. "Yes, a fight to come," he murmured. "But not yet. Not now. We are not ready." Zeik glanced over at the silent camp. He knew they were there.
Black ears swiveled to the sound of approaching footsteps. He ignored them. He already knew who it was. Zeik blinked calmly. It was that she-cat, Atya. Honestly, she almost made him laugh. She did not fear him, even though Zeik didn't care about that. She thought she was cruel. Well, yes, in a way, she was. But Zeik thought she was too high on herself. The only reason he didn't kill her now was because of her cruelty.
There were the some who thought he was weak, like Atya. But the black leader ignored it all. He knew what he had to do, and did what he had to to get there. That was it. That was what must be done.
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Post by blacktree on Mar 2, 2006 17:12:01 GMT -5
((I know, I only had 5 minutes to type it, I had to go to school... I hate school -,-)) Atya stared at the leader. Was he saying that her suggestion was a possibility? Of flirting with Agony, that cat was too weak. Atya was strong, stronger than two large she-cats put together.
She stared coldly at him, he thought she was weak, she could kill that tom if she wanted to, and reign as leader. She hated this so call Clan that did not respect her for her mugginess. She hissed at the tom, and the she-cat Agony. She snorted at the tom, then took her badger she had left from the hunting that night.
She took it up as if it was a kit, bared her fangs at anyone who dared come ten feet within it. She started to eat, thinking of that no good tom, Graystreak. But the one he flirted with was Shatteredheart, she was not so weak. Atya was stronger though, and she wished she had killed her half-sister Streamheart as they call her. Streamheart was powerful, not as much as Atya, but was too good, and loyal to kill her leader and take leadership. Streamheart had the same eyes as Atya, same build, and the such. But Streamheart believed in StarClan, as they Clan cats call it, she did not she believed in DeathClan.( I just call it that as in the underworld.)
Atya took a big gulp of fresh-kill, and savored it. It teased as if it was a cat, a nice juicy cat. She sighed with delight, and then kept eating it. Her tail twitched, and her black pelt shone in the night.
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Post by xarae on Mar 2, 2006 18:35:56 GMT -5
Two eyes watched them from the shadows, forest green optics blending with the scenery around them. A small smirk was upon the crazed she-cats maw. Her claws kneaded the soil with the anticipation of the next raid they were discussing. She smirked again, insane laughter echoing in her head, but she dared not mew it. Her ebon tipped tail twitched in the darkness as she mulled over her thoughts, sorting out her voices.
She rolled over in the inky blackness, her tabby backed peltage ruffling softly with the sudden motion. Her claws sheathed and unsheated, gouging the dirt with their murderous sharpness. She had kept them sharpened like that, as some Nightclan cats do, it makes it easier for the kill. Cat and prey. She hissed softly, coming out of the shadows. She sat down, watching the others with a guarded look, her moon shaped face revealing no emotion.
Her face would have been pretty on any other cat then her. On her it was a sinister face, the face of murderer with a contorted consience. She laid out, knowing she was making herself vulnerable, but she trusted her fellow "clan" members...barely enough to lay down. She flicked her head backwards, signaling she had scouted the perimeter, they were not being watched and could talk freely of the battle plans. She was a cat of few words.
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Post by blacktree on Mar 2, 2006 18:41:28 GMT -5
((Uh... That is 2 sentences Sorry for the Plain one))
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Post by xarae on Mar 2, 2006 18:48:57 GMT -5
((Yeah, I sent it by accident XD Modified.))
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 3, 2006 3:57:43 GMT -5
As Atya stepped in, interrupting the grim, vigilent silence that had rested upon the two cats present, Agony flicked her ear scornfully at the she-cat. It was not that she thought her weak. She just found that the feline had a strange way of carrying out her kills. Using brute force instead of cold agility and the spark of intelligence that may be present inside that head of hers. The two ears swung as one when Zeik spoke, and the mad striped she-cat nodded in agreement, though she still had her own ideas about how they would be carrying out the battle. Her mind worked out that things could only be truly won if they were speedy and used their brains instead of brawn. Agony's eyes flicked shortly to Atya's retreating form. Though the silver-bellied feline stayed silent, the smug grin was still pasted on her maw, giving her an imposing look of insanity. Mossy eyes glinted as they narrowed in a sly stare of scorn. If she was Leader, she would kill Atya as soon as Nightclan had taken control of the forest. The she-cat was a danger to the Clan, though not in the way she probably wanted to be. The two gleaming orbs shifted yet again as another cat entered, taking Atya's place. The new she-cat lay down by the first two, Agony and Ziek, making herself vulnerable to any hit that could be directed at her. Of course, the Nightclan cats wouldn't attack. But others might. It was a foolish motion. The brown and black striped feline's eyes dulled as her mind went off on another path. She stared at the shadowed horizon, not taking any more notice of the two beside her. Would the other Clan cats attack? They do not even know of our doings. They do not even know we exist. How do you know that? The she-cat snorted silently at the voice that, once again, had come back to her head. Have you not seen them? They are calm, unsuspecting. No warriors patrol with extra awareness. The walls of the dens have not been thickened, and neither has the barrier between the camp and the territories. I watch them, and they do not see me. Maybe they are trying to lull Nighclan into a state of appeasement, just to attack themselves later on. You and your absurd ideas, she scoffed, coming out of her state of revery. She knew what the voice said was false. She always knew when one was more wary than before. All it wanted to do was discourage her. It had tried to stop her from joining Nightclan before. She had not listened, for the first time in her life. And maybe it was better that way. To lead her life without the help of another. At Xarae's head flick, Agony's green eyes shifted yet again. She let a small nod of recognition shake her head, and then settled her gaze back on Ziek. The voice creeped into her head again. You wish you were Leader, don't you? Maybe. Is it of your business to know? With that short and curt reply, the voice was silenced. Agony did desire to become Leader. But, of course, many felines did and still do. She was just one more in a few hundred. But that was not all. She wondered what Ziek thought of her. Did he believe she should be illiminated later on? Or did he want her to stay alive? Did he like the way she thought, in that strange insane way of hers? The coldness and the sly thoughts? The belief in speed and brain rather than force and brawn? She knew he would never love, and she would neither. No. Ziek may like her in the way Leaders like their warriors, or hate her in the way a tyrant hates a soft-hearted cat. But she was not soft, nor pitious in nature. And she would not back away from fighting with the ebony tom if it came to that.
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Post by blacktree on Mar 3, 2006 7:48:18 GMT -5
Atya looked at her leader one more time thinking, I do not have to kill him, just almost kill him! Then I would kill Agony, she was too weak. Atya's eyes looked as if they would shoot fire at the she-cats. She looked toward her den, she was going to sleep.
Atya snarled once more then almost bit the leader. She looked at the den, thought maybe she would look at the center, and then thought she would stay.
Atya was now very tired, dropping her head. She promised that she would be out at night, not in the day. Always sleep in the day time. She yawned and then looked at a cat coming in, Twilightsilver. She could have killed that cat, but no, we had to go all soft!
Atya growled at the she-cat, she was a outcast, and a Clan cat who believed in StarClan!
((Finish Later))
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Post by Silverstream on Mar 3, 2006 16:29:10 GMT -5
Twilightsilver stayed hidden in the shadows, as she often had. No one could match her tracking skills, nor her ability to stay hidden when need be. Save, perhaps, Zeik, NightClan's leader. She liked his strength, his cunning. She admired it, and took many of her own techniques from his. Take her recent hunting expedition for example; she had stalked the stray kittypet with the likeness of a true cat of DarkClan, just as Zeik had done many times before. Twilightsilver had come to DarkClan, lost and confused. She would have been killed, but she knew that no one would take her. As quite a young cat, most likely the youngest in the clan at the time, she learned all she could without being obvious about it. This clan was about strength, not learning, or helping, so she needed to find her way everywhere she went. Twilightsilver closed her eyes, banishing the thoughts from her head. I must not relive my history she thought. Upon opening her eyes, she saw the clearing of cats, quietly talking. She crouched lower and pricked her ears to hear what they were saying.
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Post by xarae on Mar 3, 2006 17:32:47 GMT -5
Xarae got up slowly, still kneading the soil with her daggers. "We could pincer Wind clan when we have enough members to overcome them. Their territory is large. Big enough to make room for more, big enough to conquer the forest with if we...expand...our borders after that to Riverclan." She spoke softly, not used to the sound of her own voice. It was unlike her own personality, feminine, soft, silky. She was lean, rough, and ragged. She could stand hard times and keep her wicked sardonic grin with her.
Her ears flicked toward Atya in acknowledgment of her nod. Her tail danced lightly to land elegantly onto her ankles. Xarae's large frame rested as she sat, her ebony tail tip twitching as she sorted out her thoughts, or, voices. Her wild forest green eyes darted around the clearing, making rounds, checking stock. Almost all cats were here, only a choice few, about three cats, were out on patrol. She nodded to herself.
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Post by ARTEMISxxx on Mar 3, 2006 19:59:29 GMT -5
"We should take the River.I like the River." A quiet voice said. Artemis' eyes stared out at the group of cats,insanity clearly gleaming in the light blue orbs.A slight smile was set upon her maw,and she sat with pride. Her figure was slender-she was more fit than most of the NightClan cats.Bright orange ginger splotches dotted her pelt here and there,only a few large splotches.Her bloodstained claws betrayed her skill in killing-aside from being long and hooked. Overall,she was a true NightClan cat. She was quiet,like most of the Clan,and never had any special preferences in a warrior.Unlike Atya,whom she thought was quite foolish, she despised neither gender of warrior.They were all good for something,tom or she cat.Artemis just happened to be a good killer and hunter. Her bright eyes gleamed as she rose to four paws and edged a little closer to the group.She went a few inches before sitting down on her haunches again. Her long tail lashed with neither impatience or anger.It was one of her habits,and occasionally she just sat for a while,watching the lithe movements of her tail and see every individual bone do its part in working.It was like a Clan,in a way.Working together,bit by bit,to finally accomplish one movement-and then work to achieve another. No stars or moon shined in the sky-so it would be quite hard to interpret her movements,good or bad.A simple smirk could be passed off as a frown-the flick of an ear could possibly look like a challenge. Artemis would be careful with her movements.That was the conclusion.She did not want to provoke a NightClan warriors rage in the pitch black darkness of the Clan camp. So Artemis made her tail still-for it could be mistaken for being a sign of anger or disapproval. She would rather be killed by a Clan cat than by a NightClan cat. One thousand times over. Okay,maybe not. Anything was better then being beaten,let alone killed,by a Clan cat of the forest. Anything.
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Post by blacktree on Mar 4, 2006 8:20:59 GMT -5
Atya said " Fools! WindClan is very strong now with my sister as deputy! And Hawkstar as leader! We would never get it now! Wait until ShadowClan does something, then while they are out, we can go into ShadowClan, and take the camp and territory, we will have to wait, but we are only seven cats! And they have many! We could kill them all because they all will be wounded, and then take the other Clan that they attacked! It would make more sense!"
Atya liked this idea, it was cunning, well thought out. And she would get the killing spree she wanted! Then take the cats as prisoners, join NightClan, or die! Atya screamed in agony when she got a happy thought. She hated them, each time she got one, it felt as if she was to die! Atya hissed at herself. Then her black pelt quivered nosily. This would probably get their attention, for when it quivered so, it meant that something good for NightClan would happen. Or maybe Atya, so could be leader! Probably not in her plot, but soon, oh so soon. Her long fangs bared in a grin. She hissed at the rest of them, they thought about it probably, how great it was!
Zeik was so stupid! Standing there like a log! She snickered at him and then lay down.
((Now is a good time for Zeik to come in!))
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Post by xarae on Mar 4, 2006 8:50:25 GMT -5
It was Xarae's turn to smirk. "I;m not looking for a fight mind you Atya, but Windclan has the largest territory, and there's only two cats. We out number them three to one." She spat. Her peltage ruffled as she turned to face Zeik. "But the leader decides." She said to Atya, smirking again. She flicked her tail outwards, it stretched out into the shadows. Her ebon tail tip melded with the darkness. "But it is late, do we not have scouts out at the gathering?" She asked. They usually did. They're move would only work if they either turned the clans against themselves and they attack eachother, or if they took over a camp while the clan was at a gathering. It was also important that they watch the gatherings to see if they would do something about their increasing raids. Even a Nightclan kit knew most of this information. She laid down, blinking slowly and yawning. It was late and the full moon had more crossed half of the sky. She yawned again and waited for the leader to reply.
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