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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Mar 11, 2006 8:50:14 GMT -5
((All of you are bickering like an old married couple! ^^))
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Post by Silverstream on Mar 13, 2006 18:09:47 GMT -5
((Alrighty then... Here's my post! and also, are the admins ever going to be on, or is it just SAT testing this week, 'cuz we have it too.)) Again Twilightsilver nodded her head. She glaced around the group, and saw definite finality in thier descision, knowinging that each and every NightClan cat was hungry for cat meat; Cat meat of the forest Clans. A slow smile of malice crept upon her muzzle, knowing that the clan cats would die. They deserved everything that happened to them with the way they had treated her. The NightClan cats hadn't exactly welcomed her, but nor had they ridiculed her unnecessarily. After proving herself worthy to join NightClan, most cats respected and honored her, at least as much as you would expect one cat to revere a fellow warrior, or in the leader's case, revere a member of his clan. The cats of RiverClan were unnecessarily cruel to her, and she despised them for it. She looked toward her leader for an answer.
((Short, I know, but that's all I can type right now. I'm writing a bio for a cat.))
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Mar 14, 2006 15:40:38 GMT -5
Bloodpelt padded through, his expressionless eyes concealing his thoughts. Whatever racked his brain, he was not willing to share it. His powerful hind legs launched him over to the group of cats, and his listened in on their conversation. Blood-thirsty, and Power-hungry, Bloodpelt snickered, a grim smile creeping up his muzzle. His ears twitched, swiveling this way and that, attempting to get every last detail of the conversation. The thought of attacking the Clans triggered something inside of him. Did they know that Nightclan existed? If so, the attack would be much harder. If not, the unknown force would appear from no where, sneaking up on their lame enemies.
His thoughts were elsewhere though, already planning the battle. His thoughts were clear, and his idea was somewhat different from what would probably happen.
The sky was a blood red, one the reflected the earth's surface below. The confusion spread through the Clan cats like wildfire, infecting each and every one of them. The puny, multi-colored wanna-be's were scattering; the cowards were losing, and their numbers lowering at a disturbingly rapid pace.
Bloodpelt snuck up on one, unaware of it's rank, it's position in life, or whatever other nonsense that those Clan cats cared so much about. Unseathing his claws, Bloodpelt crouched low. The cat was panicking, scurrying like a frightened mouse, yet still unaware of it's predator.
With a single bound, Bloodpelt leaped. The puny Clan cat yowled in pain and fear. The Fear-scent was strong on this one. With a slash of the claw, Bloodpelt dug into the Cat's back. His claws dug into the cat's fur, and it rolled onto it's back, but Bloodpelt was too fast for it. The expressionless feline could tell by the Clan cat's shaky movements, that it was going to fling Bloodpelt off. The Nightclan warrior jumped off, and then pounced, slashing at the competetor's neck. Soon enough, blood stained his pelt, and smirked, leaving the dead warrior to turn to crow-food.
BLoodpelt snapped back to reality, and with a nod of his head, a shake of his shoulder blades, and a twitch of his tail, the daydream was gone.
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Post by crystalrain on Apr 8, 2006 16:15:02 GMT -5
Zoro's powerful claws dug into the earth as he snuck up behind a bush. He had heard the leader and some other cats talking so he decided to come and listen. Zoro knew it was bad to eavesdrop but he had no care...... he was a bad cat anyway. He perked his ears straining to listen and then he heard a wonderful thing! An attack on the clans! Were we planing to do it! Zoro's mind was buzzing with pure excitement! He had been waiting for this day, for NightClan to rule the forest.
The battle would be sneaky and bloody he thought........ just the way Zoro liked it! He couldn't stand just listening anymore. He had to join the conversation! Zoro padded into the clearing his sleek black hansome form glimmering in the moonlight. His yellow eyes glowed like moonstone. Then he meowed slyly "the attack must be sneaky and quiet. We should have spies check for entrences before the battle and if they are caught they are to pretend to be loners. The Clans have no idea we exist I know that will work to our advantage. Or we could wait and turn the Clans against each other. What do you think?" Zoro sat down and waited for a reply......
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Post by Silverstream on Apr 8, 2006 17:36:39 GMT -5
((Sorry for the OOC, but what's going to happen the the leader and deputy of NC since Kiib and Kagit aren't on anymore?))
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Post by Kagit on Apr 8, 2006 17:59:05 GMT -5
"Fools" came a snapped reply, from deep in the brush to one side of the clearing. It was a deep, booming voice, who's song sent the hairs of little creatures shoot up in fear. Though short and to the point, the deep song of the voice seemed to be stretched out, either with echo, or the slowing of time. And yet, however frightening the low, half growled song seemed to be, the mouth and body in which gave it life was far worse.
Out of the shadows, thriving at the edge of the clearing, stalked a massive form. Those who did not know him, could easily have mistaken him for a small dog, or a small badger. His head was low, revealing massively built shoulders. However, this did was not the most awe-striking thing about this tom. What was? His face.
Everything from his deep blue eyes, sparkling with the moonlight, and his, though dim, inteligence of the fight, to his fang like teeth, whose tips poked out from underneath his whiskered lip. His shapr ears perked intently towards the lesser cats, and his keen nose, scarred from life, were shadowed by the gorgouse markings of his facial area. Though all was silvered in the dead of the moonlit night, one could still see the lighter streaks that formed a beautiful mask around the dark fur that covered the tom's entire body.
After finally reaching a point where his entire body was out of the shadow, the song, deep and growling, was emitted once again. "You disgrace yourselves by even thinking of a quiet sneaking attack. Do you deem yourselves unworthy, or incapable of battle?" Deep, silvered blue eyes narrowed, and flicked from cat to cat, finally resting upon the last to speak, Zoro. They did not move, nor falter, as if challanging a comeback out of the smaller tom.
((This is Masked))
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Apr 8, 2006 20:18:00 GMT -5
Bloodpelt nodded.
Masked is right.
Bloodpelt thougt to himself in his head. Like clockwork, Bloodpelt was always scheming difficult, and enginious plans. He was strong, muscular, smart, ferocious, determined, but had one weak spot, as did every cat. He was scared of thunder.
Weaknesses differ from Feline to Feline. Some are of large cats. Some of are water. Others are of loud noises. His was the flash of light. The clap of the drum in the sky. The stormy overhang. The world aroung him, in the darkness and the rugged terrain in the falling rain. He didn't hate storms. He feared them.
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Post by crystalrain on Apr 9, 2006 10:08:53 GMT -5
Zoro stood up shocked. A flicker of anger glinted in his bright yellow eyes. What was this cat doing insulting him. Zoro bared his gleaming fangs and hissed "What type of attack do you want then Masked? I just made a suggestion. Do you want us to loudly ramble into the camps waking everyone up?"
Zoro paced back and forth his great muscles showing through his thick black fur. His graceful sleek body not making a sound as he made his way back and forth across the forest floor. "I am not afraid of you Masked. You think everyone is but certaintly not me. I have more ideas than the one I just shared with you but you may be right. But do not insult me so," Zoro spat.
((sorry for the short RP....))
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Apr 9, 2006 12:28:10 GMT -5
Bloodpelt stood between Zoro and Masked.
"Zoro! Show some respect. This is your deputy, and a much more powerful cat than any of us. If you want to die, then challenge him, but I for one respect our Deputies desicion. You should as well." Bloodpelt yowled, fire burning in his eyes. He then turned to Masked, and told his opinion.
"I do believe Zoro has a point, by attacking in secrecy. Our pelts match the night sky, and we will have no trouble during a New Moon. But Clan cats arent stupid. Infact, with all the bickering we are putting up, we probably sound more foolish then them. We should act quickly, before they step in on our plans." Bloodpelt hissed, expecting some retort about his Clan-name.
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Post by crystalrain on Apr 9, 2006 17:57:32 GMT -5
Zoro sat back down his fur shimmering in the moon light. His eyes became calm and cool. Then he mewed "I am sorry Masked. I just got a little carried away there. Sorry. But I still ask what do you want us to do?"
Zoro began licking his dark fur waiting for the next reply which could be harsh on him. He then stared up at the black sky. The moon was shining a bright gray color. Stars twinkled of bright brillant yellows, white, and blues. Zoro then began day dreaming but was brought back to reality with the reply of a cat.
((Sorry its short again but I couldn't think of anything else to put....))
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Post by Kagit on Apr 9, 2006 20:52:31 GMT -5
A small swishing sound filled the dead air, in the pauses that followed Zoro's compassion filled responce. It was Masked's tail, lashing back and forth, acting like a vent for all his anger, and frustration. Oh how he wanted to just end it all that night, the Clans, and the incompitant fools that surrounded him then. But, however dim his mind was, he knew better of it. His and Zeik's idea for the Clans required numbers. So, to change the subject, he hardened his glare upon Zoro, and concentrated on him a bit more. He rotated his silvered ears, so their backs showed, an agressive action if anything.
Stepping lightly, especially for his large size, Masked moved closer to the smaller tom, his shadow casting upon him. Even as he drew closer, it appeared that he wasn't going to stop, but instead just bulldoze right through the tom. And he did, if not physically, verbally:
"You call yourself a tom of NightClan? A powerful master of our art?" A pause filled the air, as Masked's words sunk into all within earshot. However, before anyone else could question his word, the low song continued, "Needing another to stick up for you. Even thinking of such a degrading plan. Then not even following through with your threat upon me? And as for you," Masked wipped around to stare through rather than at it seemed, Bloodpelt, "showing, no acting upon compassion, and for what? This?" Masked spat the last word at Zoro, clearly easily displeased by their actions.
The large tom spun around and stalked away, only to reach an invisible destination, and turn back. He was pacing, his tail continuing to lash. Back and forth, back and forth. His massive paws made little thumps of sound when they came down upon the ground, his unsheathed claws adding their little scrapes to the frustrated song. Oh how he wished he didn't need numbers for his plan.
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Post by crystalrain on Apr 10, 2006 6:47:27 GMT -5
((Zoro is not small he is very large and muscular))
Zoro eyes filled with darkness and anger. He had been trying to be nice but now that idea was gone. Zoro spat and half yelled in his deep voice "I am a NightClan cat with brains unlike you. You only contain muscles butI am swift and intelligent." Someone was about to cut in but he went on "What attack do you want with such low numbers then? We will all die or flee like cowards if we ramage in and the clans are ready," Zoro hissed as he circle the slightly larger cat, Masked.
His fur gleamed and his sharp claws made a scraping noise on the dirt. Zoro's muscles were only slightly smaller than his deputy's. They would make a great fight to watch. Zoro's graceful legs padded around and around waiting for an answer, an attack, or someone to speak.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Apr 10, 2006 11:23:00 GMT -5
((I think she meant that Zoro was smaller than Masked, not just small.))
Agony decided to cut in at that moment. Quick paws lifted striped body into a standing position, back arched in anger, a mocking glint in those twin leafy pools of her eyes. Maw opened, revealing sharp daggers of a gleaming white as words slipped out over her tongue, finally escaping the rank stench of her throat.
"Ha. Weaklings. Bickering about a simple attack plan."
Her voice had the hint of a snarl in it, its cold and hard texture obviously mocking and scornful. The mad grin always pasted on her jaw had a disdainful twist to it, and gray ears were bent backwards in a show of aggression. Even though Masked was her Deputy, Nightclan's Deputy, she wouldn't bother letting him live if he began acting like a fool. Deputies were supposed to act with brains, not brawn, and it looked as if the tom regarded all the others as simple puppets he was ordering about by their strings. A sneer plastered on her face, replacing the usually smug grin of satisfaction planted there as if rooted to her features, which were already ghastly enough without the additional glint of madness in the stagnant ponds of her eyes. She whirled around, facing Zoro first.
"Your proposal may be smart, but has many flaws. For one, if we sneaked in quietly and surprised them, we would be crushed by a rush of flailing teeth and claws. Killing them a few at a time, or converting them to our side, would be a surer way of not getting ourselves killed."
She hissed the last word, spitting at him. What a dunce. If he couldn't even think that far, he was pretty worthless. Bloodpelt was the newt one to receive her harsh reprimands.
"And you. Taking his side shows compassion. Nightclan does not believe in such a thing. Keep to yourself and you might survive. Side with others will get you killed, or exiled and hunted until your last breath at the least. It's your decision, and I must admit that I don't care a mousetail about what you choose."
Barred tail lashed furiously. She was really ranting now. Muzzle wrinkled, baring her fangs in their full splendor. Gaunt face leered hatingly at her next victim, the massive male, Masked. Ha. It even started with the same letter.
"Then there's you. As soon as any cat makes a suggestion, it looks as if you throw yourself all over them, saying they're the stupidest bit of mincemeat you've ever seen. Consider others' ideas for once, and you may find that your plans to destroy the feeble balance of the Clans will become much, much easier to carry out. So clean out your lugs and listen. We've already thought over a new attack plan, where I clearly remember you were not involved. If you're so smart, pray tell, what shall we do next?"
Her voice dripped sarcasm, and the icicles of her words could have speared an oak. Rump placed itself down upon rough ground, tail swishing lazily about, quite calm compared to the angered lashing it had created a few moments before. Dull green orbs shone with malice, and a smug, inquiring grin replaced the snickering expression placed there only a couple of seconds ago. The speed with which her face changed was simply amazing.
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Post by crystalrain on Apr 10, 2006 15:10:41 GMT -5
Zoro eyes began to become normal again but there still was a flicker of anger in them against Masked and the insult Agony gave him. He sat down and his mind cleared so he could think normaly again. Then he meowed in a wise voice "Agony your idea is good but some of the clans don't know we exist and if we attack few cats they will. Also turning them to our side could be risky cause they could be traitors." His yellow eyes glowed in the darness as he hissed "lets see what our deputy's plan is first then our leader can decide." Zoro turned to Masked and glared at him with anger. He knew that if Masked had his chance he would try to kill him. It was not good to have enemies in NightClan especialy your deputy. It wasn't Zoro's fault he was hated. All he did was make a suggestion. Is there something wrong with stating your opinion? Zoro's train of thought was broken by a response.
((Short reply because my mom is yelling at me to get off... How does Masked know my cat is smaller than hers. She didn't even make a profile of how her cat looks. ))
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Post by Silverstream on Apr 10, 2006 16:20:56 GMT -5
Through it all , Twilight sat silently, a smug grin on her face. A sheen of silver lashed out behind her, a way of showing that this she-cat was contemplating their plan. Upon hearing Crystalrain's plan, she immediately rebuked. What fun was there in killing them all at once without them even noticing? She didn't doubt for a moment that they could do it. After all, NightClan, though few in numbers, had the most elite warriors known. Their twelve warriors could take on roughly 20 cats at a time. Heck, with that number, they could even do two of the smaller clans simultaneously. Claws appearing and disappearing into her paws as she sheathed and unsheathed them had an obsidian glow, casting off the moonlight that shone from above. ((It is night right?)) A soft breeze started to blow as Twilightsilver thought of their full plan. Kill a clan. Do it soon. Pick them off one by one. Her eyes were guarded, as they always were, but she glanced around the group, searching for their intents. Her eyes shot daggers, attempting to penitrate barriers as the wind howled all the louder, shaking the leaves on the trees in the glade. As it rose to a cresendo, a thick cloud came and covered the moon, plunging the clearing into near darkness.
((Does any cat want to be penetrated by Twilightsilver? If so, write how.))
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