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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 11, 2006 13:44:16 GMT -5
((Soul's out on the prowl. Either she dies or she joins Nightclan. I'm getting bored of her over in Thunderclan. She can't associate with the cats. Here, however, she can. But, because I've already got a cat in NightClan, I've also got a plot to make Soul enter and Agony leave. Agony will be wandering about on Thunderclan territory and will find her brother, who she had forgotten about. This brother is none other than Flinteh. This will desperately change her life, because she then remembers everything. And she will change drastically, trying to join the ThunderClan cats, but wandering as a loner while she waits. Ya think that's all right?))
Two discs of pale blue hue stared out from the cover of a bush at the passing shadow of a mouse, slitted pupils staring intently at the unwary prey. The mouse pattered by, stopped, and looked up, as if instinct had told it to do so. Beady ebony eyes widened in sudden terror at the sight of the predator, and the tiny, bed-raggled thing scampered off a swiftly as its stubby little legs could carry it. Heart pounded against its ribcage in its desperate run towards liberty. Muscles strained at the effort they had to endure, desperately reaching forwards and pushing backwards to send the prey on to new steps. But the feline followed right after, it streaked amber, crimson and brown fur a mere blur in its speed. Claws left toes, unsheathing faster than a bee flying across a tail-length of ground, digging into the soft dirt as they tore up clods of fertile earth and flung them up into the air. The mouse fled on, not stopping, and the cat ran right behind it. Soon the prey began to tire, its movements becoming disorganised, and it wasted more and more energy. It finally collapsed, completely drained, panting like a dog on mid-summer's day. Beady black eyes locked in the she-cat's ice-shard gaze, and misted over as she cracked the creature's spine with a swift downward strike of her paw.
Satisfied of the kill, Soul dug a shallow hole in the loose dirt and buried the mouse, patting the over-turned ground so as not to make it too obvious. If another wandering cat came by and stole her prey, it wouldn't be helping her bad humour. Not that she ever was in good humour. Ashen optics glinted angrily as she noted the excessive scrawniness of the prey, rolling it into the hole with a deft nudge from one of her forepaws. The prey around here was scarce and looked as starved as a cat after three days of no food. Snorting, scorn etched obviously on her defiant features, she swept her gaze over the surrounding shrubs, checking for signs of any other creatures. But not a single pawpring, nor a rustle of leaves, nor the quick patter of a beating heart reached her ears or eyes, and she soon gave up on that area. She would have to move on to another land. But still, she wondered why the prey was not as abundant as in the forest. This was small territory, sure, but there should be more prey. It was as if... as if another Clan lived here without anyone else knowing. What about NightClan? Yes, that must be it. She had found NightClan. NightClan's territory. What a grand stroke of luck, she thought, grinning quietly to herself. I can finally leave that Clan and join the strong ones. There's no better chance than this. With that thought in mind, completely forgetting about the buried mouse, the twisted she-cat went off, making as much noise as possible. With that much racket, cats were sure to be attracted.
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Post by Silverstream on May 11, 2006 16:24:42 GMT -5
Unluckily enough, though the nearby Clan cat didn't notice it, she was nearby NightClan's camp, if you could call it a camp. It was hardly maintained, and the catscent was greatly covered by strong smelling plants, and an old abandoned badger set. Why did the badger leave such a protected place, one might ask. And indeed, nearby the camp were many thorny bushes. It was easy enough to get through those brambles, but if one had actually cared to work on it, it could become more protected than the kit's nursery. A she-cat could be seen slipping through the midst of the thorns. A few snagged her coat, but the feline took no notice. Twilightsilver had no need to stay in contact with her physical pain. Not when her mental pain made her strong enough to mantain her membership with NightClan. She was thinking back to the clearing. When her fellow "Clan" mates were talking about who to destroy first. They should stop wasting their time talking, and plotting, but instead attack! she thought. RiverClan should go first. She had an indescribable grudge against RiverClan, though she kept most of her history secret from other cats. As a result, no one knew why, but she hated that Clan, and every cat in it. Twilightsilver's sterling-blue eyes flicked around the clearing. She felt an indescribable urge to kill something. And to kill something that took a bit of skill, not the average and useless mouse or squirrel that a Clan cat would call a kill. Twilightsilver was looking, and scenting the breeze for a badger, a fox, or a dog. Or a catTwilightsilver perked up at that thought, though it had not even come from her own mind. Her eyes narrowed in malice, and a smug grin creapt onto her face. This time, she scented the breeze picking out a particular scent. One of a cat. In a moment or two, she smelled it was a she-cat like her. This should be easy. She's a Clan cat, and a ThunderClanner at that. Twilightsilver knew the clan scents from her early days. Her days when she was a Clan cat. Twilightsilver dropped into a natural hunting crouch, moving with the fluid grace of a linsang. (( Here's a linsang)) She decided to taunt this cat as she had the loner. Who are you? Why do you come?Like it had with the loner, Twilightsilver's voice sounded like a whisper on the breeze, seeming to come from everywhere at once. And at the same time, from nowhere. The silver she-cat slunk to another side of the she-cat she was stalking, and saw through the thick foliage of the bush she was hiding behind. She watched the Clan warrior for her next move. ((If my description of the camp is bad, ignore it. I thought it would be good to have it close to camp so that all the cats in the camp could hear Soul, and come to see what's up.))
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 11, 2006 23:48:41 GMT -5
((Okeh :3 Fine with me.))
As soon as the first drifting tendril of sound reached her sensitive ears, Soul stopped in her tracks. Audits were perked sharply on the top of her skull, twisting this way and that, searching for the direction the noise had come from. However, nothing came again. The crimson-striped she-cat glanced suspiciously at the bushes surrounding her, and took another step forwards. This time, she did hear it. A voice, coming from her side. However, the wind could be deceiving. She decided to keep staring forwards, but keep her muscles tensed for trouble. A thin grin played on her features as she prepared to answer, still picking up sounds that betrayed the movement of something. It could be prey, could be a cat. Anyway, it didn't sound like the feline who had spoken had stayed in the same place. Her voice, for Soul was sure it was one and the same, was now on her other side, and her mind didn't play tricks on her.
"I'm a warrior of ThunderClan and I've come to join you."
The answer was simple enough, as it always seemed with her replies. She would never embellish sentences with more and more words, since speech was pretty useless. Only actions and swiftness were worth the energy for her. Pale blue gaze wandered over the grass and brush, searching for a hint of whatever cat there was. She knew it was NightClan by the scent; not from any of the four Clans, but neither the old, stale scent of a loner nor the stronger, defiant smell of a rogue. It had to be NightClan, she was sure of that, and even if it wasn't, the cats were strong. Stronger than the Clans. One example was that clumsy fool, Flintpelt. He'd been accepted into ThunderClan. That proved their stupidity. He was lazy and dumb, clumsy as a one-legged badger. Pah.
"The Clans are too weak. They have diminished in strength for many moons. I do not wish to stay with these pathetic fools."
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Post by Silverstream on May 12, 2006 16:03:48 GMT -5
Twilightsilver nearly doubled over in shock at the impertinance of the warrior adressing her, then was a kitstep away from doubling over with laughter at her second statement. 'I've come to join you.' Ha. What a joke. No cat could join NightClan simply because they want to The grin on her maw threatened to break free and erupt into a hissing spasm another cat might call laughter. Twilightsilver knew she could not laugh for fear of losing her superiority to this cat, and quickly thought of a time in her childhood. The time her mother was telling her of her lousy, good for nothing father. "Where is daddy?" asked Twilightkit in an innocent voice. She had been playing outside with the other kits in the nursery, and they all had started talking of their parents, first boasting of their mothers, then of their fathers. "My mommy is the strongest of all the clan cats!" cried one small pale gold she-kit. "You are forgetting my mommy," boasted a gray tom, puffing out his chest in self importance. It was the small calico she-kit, a quite outgoing one, who turned the topic to fathers. "Yeah, well my daddy's the deputy!" The other kits had immediately leapt on that piece of information, and bragged on and on about how they had the best parents. Twilightkit looked forgotten and lonely as she unsheathed her tiny claws into a fall leaf. She hung around, listening to the kit's talk for a while, then padded off sadly at the mentions of fathers. Later on, she had come up to her mother, Silverfern, and asked the question. Silverfern had been dozing at the moment, but when she heard her kit's soft mew, she immediately woke up, and turned her body to face her kit. "Daddy's not here right now Twilightkit. He went off to the Highstones with our leader." Silverfern paused. "Why don't you go play wi-" Suddenly, Silverfern was interrupted with the entrance of her leader into the camp. She got up, a confused look in her eyes. "Twilightkit, stay here," she said in a low voice, padding over to her leader. Why had he come back alone? Twilightkit, for once in her life, obeyed, and sat still. She watched her mother go up to the other cat, and saw the cat, who she would come later to know as her leader, lower its head, and say something. Her mother listened intently, and after a moment, her eyes were huge in shock. She slowly walked back to Twilightkit, her paws seemingly filled with lead. "Moonriver is not coming back," she told Twilightkit, and then went into the nursery. "You mean daddy?" she asked, and followed her mother into the nursery. Twilightsilver's face was dead serious after that recollection, and no laughter, or amusement sparked her eye, only hatred. Her eyes burned into the cat's pelt. This "warrior of ThunderClan" would not enter NightClan without a fight. Not a fight. More like a battle. A battle against NightClan itself. "Then let's see if your strength has not diminished with the Clans you have dwelled with for so long." she hissed. She did not bother to move to another side of this cat. It knew where she was. Instead, she lifted her head, and spoke in a commanding, threatening, hissing way, her voice infused with the whisper in her head that had spoken earlier. "COME."((Please can some NightClan cats come? Pweeze? I need NightClan cats! Oh, and the 'commanding'way she spoke in was not meant to challenge any authority. Please, no cat try to attack Twilightsilver.))
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 12, 2006 16:31:26 GMT -5
((Agony can come along... for now. She can go patrolling and find her brother later.))
A silent moment followed the amber she-cat's statement. Ears were perked high in wary cautiousness, tips oriantated in the direction she had last heard the voice. Pale blue eyes roved over the bushes again, narrowing in suspicion. She knew NightClan would not accept her so simply. Something would happen to test her. Probably a fight, since she knew they wanted strong cats, and even questions on how she would handle a specific situation. A quiz of some sort. But she also knew that the fight was more probable. And an unfair one at that, with more than one against her. Though she was twisted, she had a notion of what was honour, something rare in uncaring cats like herself. Ears immediately shifted their position as the voice came again, still the same one, the same cat. She hadn't changed where she was much, that was sure. Snorting at the phrase the other she-cat pronounced, Soul rolled her eyes. Weaken, her? She stayed away from the others as much as she could, and only approached to taunt, tease and betray. There was no weakness she could see in herself, except for her incessant fear of dieing, and not completeting what she felt she had been born to do. The hackles raised along her spine at this train of thought, and muscles tensed as the she-cat became fully alert. The fight could commence at any moment. In a few hours. A few minutes. A few seconds. Even now. Another section of phrase came on the light breeze that ruffled her long crimson-streaked pelt. She rolled the words over in her head, determining the direction they had come from with a good sense of orientation, and turned her head so she was seeing the place where she felt the pronunciations had come forth. Senses fully working, nose titching for a trace of scent and already picking up the faint aroma of the NightClan she-cat, ears swivelling slightly to catch the slightest hint of sound, a breath, a heartbeat, even the shuffle of paws on the dirt. Cold, hard orbs trained on the shrubs and grasses, it was as if she was seeking to look right through them, even though such a silly and idiotic idea had never crossed her mind. Maw was open the lightest bit, letting the air touch her tongue. Paws held on firmly to the ground with the help of needle-sharp claws, which she had sharpened some time ago. And then, ready for whatever she could think of, she finally spoke.
"Where? It's not as if I know where your camp is. Don't take me for an idiot. I won't walk blindly into an opening filled with vicious blood-thirsty cats."
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As if out of the blue, Agony slinked up to Twilightsilver, setting herself down beside the she-cat. Emaciated gray body slipped easily through the shrubs and grass without making a single sound, pads touching the ground with hardly a noise. Lean, muscled legs carried her onwards, even though she was fully aware of the presence of the ThunderClan warrior a few tail-lengths away. Pools of stagnant water glanced over at the seemingly waiting NightClan she-cat, one eyebrow raised in question. Not that the mad feline was curious. She just liked to know what was going on. Tail curled around her hindquarters, setting itself across her paws, settled comfortably in front of fluidly relaxed frame. The brown and gray stripes latticing her entire body helped her to blend in to the background of shadows and tall grass. Head was lowered slightly to stop her from being spotted, ears flattened against back of skull, though it was only a cautious gesture instead of a fearful or angry one. First eyebrow descended, replaced by the second, though Agony was now watching the she-cat before her. A strange beast, with an amber pelt striped with crimson, yellows and browns, a pair of eyes so pale you could hardly discern their color from a certain distance and a slim but obviously hungry body. Agony silently snorted at her cautious appearance, the tensed muscles under her pelt, and her narrowed eyes. She feared something, though Agony didn't believe it was them.
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Post by Silverstream on May 12, 2006 16:54:42 GMT -5
((Nonononononono!!! I didn't mean that Soul should come... I meant NightClan cats. I put that last part about the 'commanding' so that no cat would try and attack Twilightsilver for her impertinance. The commanding was there in the first place to try and keep an air over Soul. Just to clear up the situation... I'd post, but I don't know what to say until at least 2 more NightClan cats show up...))
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Post by ARTEMISxxx on May 12, 2006 18:49:40 GMT -5
Lithe body slinking through the tall grasses like a snake, a she-cat stared out with twin optics in a dim expression of nothing other than malice. This NightClan cat was no fool, and she knew what to expect when she heard a fellow Clan member call for assistance. But alas, Artemis was here to offer nothing other but a helping hand. Especially when one was to be disposed with, the she-cat was one of the first on the scene- twin pools staring out with nothing more than eagerness dancing in their depths. Her insane mind worked like a clock; each gear moving the other, each action triggering another. Forepaws moved within a rythm, one following the other in a pattern that somebody could easily follow along with. Though no matter how forseeable her foot patterns were, her next move couldn't be that easily determined... The scent that wafted through the air was calculated through her mind and then nearly spat out in surprise through her half open maw. ThunderClan?! Even her clever mind seemed to stumble on this simple thought. Somebody's looking for suicide... She sneered, quickly regaining her previous posture and peering out eagerly to see the feline who called, and even better-Their next victim. The next scent seemed to hover in the air momentarily before she registered it in her quick brain. Two?Two NightClan cats? Yes. There were two of them. She recognized the first easily. Twilightsilver. She had come into contact with the she-cat before.An excellent fighter, but a bit too eager to lash out revenge at everybody or thrash out with anger at her next victim. Artemis observed her usual techniques. Toy with the victim, possibly scare them a bit, and then let loose her vented up anger. The next scent took a bit longer to register, but surely enough, she recognized it easily. Agony, another NightClan she-cat. This feline, she couldn't say much about- simply because they rarely came into contact.But one thing was for sure. She surely didn't know that ThunderClan cat, but in her dictionary, she was the intruder.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 12, 2006 23:38:30 GMT -5
((Ah. Hum... well, ya could say Soul heard it and believed it was directed at her, I suppose xP Neh. Sorreh for OOC only. I'll delete this as soon as Silver reads it.))
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Post by Silverstream on May 13, 2006 9:54:49 GMT -5
((Okay then. I'll wait for another cat to come here, then move in for the attack. Hey Spideh, do you know what we are going to do with Masked and Zeik? Since Kiib and Kagit never really come on anymore, it'll be hard for them to lead NightClan...))
Twilightsilver dipped her head slightly in acknowledgement of the two felines who had answered her call. One more... she thought. Then we attack. The foolish Clan cat had thought the summons were for her. Scorn was written all over the NightClan cat's face, and her leaden paws stayed glued to the ground. For now, anyways. Twilightsilver had seen the first cat to come to the clearing. Agony was a cat not likely to be far away when needed. Beyond that all Twilightsilver knew of the dark brown she-cat was that she had a desire to kill. That made her a worthy addition to NightClan, but would this Clan cat be so lucky? The second cat did not show herself, or at least not right away. By scent, Twilightsilver immediately recognized the feline as Artemis. She was also a worthy addition to NightClan, but Twilightsilver did not know much about the she-cat. Twilightsilver dropped out of the instinctive hunting crouch, and sat up, her silver head ducked. She would not be stupid enough to give the ThunderClan warrior a sighting of her. One more... she thought again.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 14, 2006 13:22:27 GMT -5
((Zeik and Masked? I suppose we could put 'em up for Audition. Except for Masked. kagit's still coming. I'll have to ask her about that one.))
Agony shifted her cranium's orientation for long enough to return the gesture of acknowledgement, a small, faintly perceivable nod shaking her dark head, but soon swiveled back into its previous position, cold green eyes staring intently at the ThunderClan she-cat's face, practically daring her to do something without the three of them noticing. Icy gaze stayed fixed there, unmoving, until something in the corner of her eye caught her partial attention. The scent of another NightClan cat, Artemis, she thought quietly, remembering the female who had agreed with her attack plan once, reached her nose, and orbs immediately left the place where the she-cat would supposedly appear, since it was where the scent and fraction of movement had come from, to return to the trespassing feline. There was something almost... hating about her steady stare, in the faint inward curve of her brow, the creases on her forehead betraying her strange anger. Though she didn't know this cat from anywhere, Agony felt something towards her that was a bit more than simple rivalry. As Twilightsilver dropped from her hunting crouch, the streaked brown and gray female also moved, lowering her chest to the ground. Ears sprang upwards, making it much easier for her to hear any approach. Each swiveled in a different direction, one stably facing the intruder, the other twisting round to catch sounds from all sides. Whiskers twitched faintly as nose scented the air, picking up the mixed scents of grass, dirt, the other two NightClan she-cats beside her, her own aroma and the fearful scent of the last female. Nothing else came. Tail flicked lazily, hardly moving, disturbing the dust in its wake. Paws shuffled closer to furred chest, legs closing in around slim frame, eyes still firmly planted on the ThunderClanner's features. She could have looked like a statue except for the faint tremors on her skin, showing the tensed muscle underneath. She was waiting for a sign that the fun would begin.
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Post by Katze on May 29, 2006 12:52:54 GMT -5
OOC: First post as a NightClan cat. **!
IC: Charades trek through the NightClan territory in search of food, so far, was going well. With the prey always downwind, it was easy for them not to smell him, and for him to smell the prey. With a twitch of his ears, he caught the beating of a mouse heart. It'll do for now. He though to himself. Intrigued, Charades ducked down below the bushes to get the vision of the mouse, but ended up seeing something, or someone, else. Twilightsilver and Artemis!? The thought of them out in the NightClan territory was not the thing to make him feel so confounded, but to what he saw. Besides the two NightClan cats, there was another one. Who's the other one? With the fact of being downwind from the stalking cats, Charades crept closer by paw-to-paw. With a sniff full of curiosity, he wrinkled his nose to find not that of a loner, but of another scent; a scent that he had never smelled before. Seeing that all three cats were in a fighting position told Charades that blood was going to spill, and, being a NightClan cat, Charades just had to join the gruesome battle. With the wind easing its' blow, he moved around to Twilightsilver's side and followed their lead by crouching into a offensive arrangement. Thoughts and questions whirled through Charades head with all of the intent of sticking in and only being a side-blow: Who is this other cat? Is he a threat to me? Why do I care? I can just slash his throat and be done with him. Though, if both Artemis and Twilightsilver had rounded this cat, they must think that it is a threat, maybe.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 29, 2006 23:32:39 GMT -5
((xDDD Ya missed a few things. Soul is a she, not a he, unless Charades didn't quite catch her scent. And Agony is also there. She's of NightClan.))
More movement, this time from her right. One eyebrow slowly raised itself above the other, plainly showing her questioning thoughts, but soon descended as she recognized the smell as one of NightClan. Charades. Nothing to worry about. Silver-brown head turned back to its previous quarry, fixing the crimson-streaked female farther up, faint frown returning to crease the striped she-cat's brow. Her muzzle wrinkled upwards, revealing the curved, pointed tips of her yellowed fangs, and it took a lot of resolve to stop herself from snarling at the impudent intruder. Paws shuffled against the ground once more, pale green gaze staring intensely at the opposing she-cat, and sinew tensed excitedly in thought of the coming fight. Agony had no idea why Twilightsilver wanted to attack this cat. She hadn't been here at the beginning. But she had a small idea that it was because the silver NightClan feline wanted to teach this Clan kitten a lesson she would never forget.
Soul was still as tensed as a spring, muscle coiled and bunched to release her into the air, on another cat, or farther away. There were more smells now, though she could only catch them once in a while. They were all NightClan, she could tell, but different cats. That meant trouble for her. One, two, three, four... pha. They can't even beat me without raising their numbers. How pathetic. She snorted faintly, the fear evaporating for a moment in her exasperation. She was tired of waiting there, freezing her tail off. She wanted to do something. Anything. Bah. This was boring. Didn't NightClan cats do anything?
((Ack. Sorreh for short post. I simply can't think for now.))
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Post by Fernpaw on May 30, 2006 10:13:05 GMT -5
A lithe, tawny brute glided through the grass. His keen ears swiveled, voices. He recognized one as Twilightsilver's. The other, he didn't. Instinctively, he crouched. Clan cat! Rancour slunk closer, if there was a fight, he would join. He didn't mind spilling blood---lots of blood---but he had to assess the situation first. No point in leaping out and confronting twenty Clan cats with only a few NightClan cats with him. The tom stopped in the shade of a yew bush, where he would be virtually invisible.
Sickly, yellow orbs peered out into the surrounding forest.
((Can I join? If not, I will delete this thread.))
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Post by ARTEMISxxx on May 30, 2006 13:46:41 GMT -5
[Party! I'm pretty sure you can join in. Gawd, though. Won't we all get kind of confused with everybody attacking her at once and everything? xDDD ]
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Post by Silverstream on May 30, 2006 15:39:05 GMT -5
((Nope!! More the merrier! ATTACK!!!))
Twilightsilver turned her head at the approach of Charades. Perfect, she thought. Now we can attack! Out of nowhere, she smelled another cat. Rancour. The more, the easier it will be to defeat this cat. Twilightsilver straightened up, standing, but still in a semi-crouched position. With a flick of her tail, she realized that these cats were waiting for something to signal the start of the attack. Not that any would willingly take orders from her, but they, at the moment, were joined together in attacking this ThunderClan she-cat. Five against one, thought Twilightsilver. This will be murder. Then again, when that Clan cat entered this territory, she had it coming. Like liquid quicksilver, and her pelt matching the description, she flowed through the slight underbrush. As quick as a trained warrior would kill prey, she struck out, jabbing at the feline's left flank. Being downwind, she was fairly sure her blow had landed, going unnoticed until the last moment, but none could be sure. Twilightsilver would have enjoyed this more if she were attacking a RiverClan cat, but all cats had hopes and dreams. This first attack was the first blow of many. Many which would signify this intruding cat's death.
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