xx try out for malice

[LYNX ♥]

Name of cat:
Desired Position:
Why do you want it?: Be thorough.
RP Example: This is optional, but if you really want this position, you'll fill this out. A good roleplay sample will get you one step closer to your desired position. Make sure you portray the sin your cat represents, and do [b]not[/b] be affraid to get gory, it's applauded.

Fill out this form AFTER you've read this. When you have, you should know of all the sins, naming, and ranks. I will know if you don't, and you will not be chosen. If you want to try out, you must be on everyday possible. Inactivity will NOT be accepted. Copy and fill out the form, and post it below. I WILL BE CHOOSING BY NAMES AS WELL AS ROLEPLAY SAMPLE/ACTIVTY. Be creative. I will not accept "Bloodpelt" or "Darksoul" understood? Also, Alpha is taken.

Try-Outs
Lust
Poisonkiss[inactive], [glow=red,2,300]Scarletcry[/glow]
Gluttony
[glow=red,2,300]Cormorant[/glow]
Greed
[glow=red,2,300]Scorchedpetal[/glow]
Sloth
[glow=red,2,300]Dreadwish[/glow]
Wrath
Ire[trying out for gluttony], [glow=red,2,300]Frozensoul[/glow]
Envy
[glow=red,2,300]Vixen[/glow]
Pride
[glow=red,2,300]Hauteur[/glow]

[rose]

Name of cat:Poisonkiss
Desired Position: Lust
Why do you want it?: because i love the evil solem cats. They are loads of fun to roleplay though i have had only one evil kitteh before i would realy like to again. I know its kinda short but i will make my rp example uber awesome!
RP Example:

Poisionkiss walked quietly through the open moor land. Her sholdor blades shifting as she walked, her crimson colored eyes glowing like two tiny gems, red as blood in the slowly dimming sky. A small white fang appeared on the side of her pretty but malicious face as her eyes locked on a particular cat. Sphere you fool, to opose one such as me...i sha'll make you pay with your life. she thought happy for her ebony colored pelt that almost was masked by the shadows that were falling onto the land. Her eyes narrowed as she moved like a ghost to stand behind the larger tom.

He seemed to have guessed she was here because he turned around, gold optics glaring into hers. "Poisionkiss, why are you here?" he mewed his hackles raised as if he almost knew what was coming. His lips drew back into a snarl eyes blazing as his grey pelt was also faintly visible in the lingering shadows.

Poisonkiss let out a melodic laugh "I think you know your fate." she replied leting her body get into a warning crouch position. Her claws slding out from her tainted blackend paws each claw like a silver dagger.Watching as Sphre lunged at her with a battle cry, her swift paws moving out of the way just in time for the startled tom to regain himself. Turning she lashed out her claws raked against his side the blood oozing onto her claws as it spattered to the ground in drops.

Turning he let out a painful yelp before it turned to an annoyed hiss. He lunged again this time hiting her square in the cheek before biting unto her ear feeliing the drops of blood fall onto her flank, some to the floor mixing there blood. Lips drew back into a painful snarl as her claws swiped his flank, causing him to back away with pain. Lunging she landed on his sholdor knocking him down, as he tryed violently to get away. His claws went across her sholdor but she didnt ease though the pain was unbearible. Her head went down to whisper into his ear "Say hello to Rake for me." she hissed in a low voice as she raised her head. "No...ple" he started to say before she seemd to foam at the mouth with rage her teeth sunk into his throat as she felt him jerk under her. Her eyes blaze a bright red as she ripped his throat out.

The blood pouring out endlessly onto the green grass in a pool of scarlet. He jerked a few more times and she watched as he slowly and painfully died. Her eyes showed a slight tinge of regret but it had to be done. Her muzzle was speckled with blood her sholdor gased open but she turned walking back to Maliceclan. Her head held high as she slipped away into the night. "No one will ever know it was me..." came the soft whisper of her posionly sweet voice as he ebony pelt disappeared.

[raid]

Name of cat:
Hauteur--> Clicketh
Desired Position:
Council--->Pride
Why do you want it?:
I would like this spot because, I've been an active member since I have joined this site. I have proven that I can take responsibility of high positions, including Shadowclan Leader on Free Felines when Vi was there, as well as Tempestclan Leader on here. I believe I'll be able to RP this position as well as I RP all of the others I currently play. I"m excited to play this part and hope that you'll allow me to. Also if I must I will gladly give up my Leader position for a chance to participate in Maliceclan. It's not that I don't appreciate the leader position...but it'd be nice for a change to have a different spot that leader. Everybody likes playing a bad kitteh, everybody includes me.
RP Example:
((pardon some of my language))

Her reflection. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, so beautiful and magnificent. So powerful and captivating, it was taking her breath away....and it was her. Or it was the reflection of her, the equally beautiful and captivating twin of her. And yet it was just her reflection, it wasn't the real thing, the real deal...the real her. No! She was the real her, she held the blood that made her live. Not that damned reflection, it would never be as good as her. No! Nobody would, never. Nobody could compare with her beauty, she had been blessed her with it and nobody else. She would kill all others who thought they were better than her, which was most cats. And that was why she belonged here, she belonged here because all cats thought they were better than others, but she was better than them all. And she, Hautego, would concur all those, slaughtering each and every one of them. Yes, that was what the world would be like for her. But, of course, she had to listen to her Alpha. He was the all mighty, he said what she could and couldn't do. It was a sad realization, but she had to follow it. On the bright side, she had the looks, and he never would. None of them would....and even though she had told herself this a billion times today, she would be adding a few trillion onto that by the time the sun began to settle for it's evening nap and the moon danced its way out. Even as she slept she would dream of her, and how beautiful she was. How everybody bowed to her beauty, how toms craved to have her love, how she-cats prayed to become her.

Gracefully she pushed her bodice upwards, her fur falling into place, her tongue sweeping across the fur that even so much dared to be a strand out of place. Tonight she would go out for a stroll, take a walk through Tempestclan territory, allure a tom...he would see her beauty. If he didn't, well....she had her ways. Her many ways to deal with those who didn't bow at her paws, praise her and say ''oh beautiful goddess, I'm not worthy.'' She could hear their worthless voices ring in her ears now. Sure she appreciated the praise, actually she craved the praise....but those worthless scraps of filth were nothing she wanted to deal with. They weren't part of Maliceclan and those who weren't, well they had no purpose in life. Actually they did, they were for killing. To kill or be killed, and in this world Maliceclan were the hunters, they killed....the clan cats, they were to be killed. One by one they would be picked off, silently at first, gradually their numbers would dwindle down as Maliceclan closed in. And then eventually the cats of Maliceclan would attack cats of their own, though that already happened on a day to day basis. In her clan, fights turned into murders....where more than one cat seemed to die.

Her motions were flawless, in her eyes, and in others...but the others despised her for it. And she despised them for despising her, it wasn't her fault that she was who she was and had been chosen for the council. It was her path, her destiny...not theirs. Moving quickly in the darkness of the night she cast a glance up to the moon. So ugly, so....disgusting, as were all the clan cats. She hated ugly things, hated them so much she would kill to make the world a better place. With one less clan cat, the world was beginning to become more and more beautiful. Those ugly, hideous creatures were made for no reason. They were just here, and she had no clue why.Her claws flexed in and out as she took each step, something she had always done even as a kit. She had picked up odd habits from watching other cats in her clan, and as she grew she continued to use them. Stealing the habits and making them her own. They made her better, the best, She would one day rule them all, however she would never cross her Alpha's path. Coming upon the lake that served as a border between Vertigoclan and Zephyrclan, the young she-cat smirked to herself. Opening her kissers she gave a fake yowl of pain, hoping that one cat would come and investigate. Her yowls of pain continued as she fell to the ground, a fake collapse, she was a star.

She lay on the ground for a few moments before the pounding of paws hitting cold, frozen earth vibrated through the ground and reached her ears. A smell of clan cat entered her nares and almost made her vomit, the putrid acid liquid reaching her mouth before she forced it back down. The steps drew closer and she gave a moan and made a fake attempt to get up, only to fall onto the ground. She was a great actress, you had to give her that. She had picked it up as a an oddity that she recognized another she-cat doing a majority of the time. All Hauteur used it for was getting the cats over to her before taking them out. They'd all be gone soon enough, whether her clanmates or herself took them out it didn't matter. In the end Maliceclan cats would be devouring eachother to come out on top. Even now that seemed to be how it was. But then what did you expect from the savage clan? As the cat wearily approached, Hauteur let out another moan of pain. Lucky for her it was a tom, and not only drawn in my her looks but from her painful cries, he stepped close, nudging her pelt. She took the opportunity to strike, twisting her body around and sliding under the tom, raking her claws across his belly. Digging in deep, trying to slice him clean through. If she succeeded she would be showered in his guts, ah the blessing of another's death. The tom received a pawful of her attack before he jumped and unleashed one on her. A scratch reached her left cheek and she felt the warmth of blood trickle down to the ground. Now the ugly creature would pay.

Giving a yowl of anger she flung herself at him, claws digging in and her teeth biting down where they could. Fur flew and blood droplets began to soak the ground. It wasn't long before there was only one cat standing, and that cat was grooming their self to perfection once more. The blood stains on her pelt would rinse off with a dip in the icy lake. Padding to the edge of the water she looked in. Her reflection. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, so beautiful and magnificent. So powerful and captivating, it was taking her breath away....and it was her. The day was starting over, the reflection of the pretty she-cat staring back at herself. Her thoughts began to mingle with one another, pretty soon only one remained. I am better than you....and you will die.

[MiNTY♥]

Name of cat:

Dreadwish

Desired Position:

Sloth

Why do you want it?:

I am an active member and I try to get on as much as possible, which is often everyday, and I even come on when I'm on holiday xD I love having evil cats in evil clans, but I like the sloth position more as he is a little emo kitty and I don't have on of those yet, and I love role playing them! I am a decent role player with a lot of experience, and I am also literate. I am excited about this plot and I can't wait to get it started as it looks really awsome and brilliant and woot! I can't wait, and I'm a little hyper right now.

RP Example:

Dreadwish forced his deep pools of ice to open, for another day, another day that wasn't worth living. The den was empty, the other cats had already left, well it was no surprise, they didn't care about him. He could hear them all, they were outside, in the camp, bumbling clumsily around, not watching where they were going. He moved to get up, it was as if he was moving in slow motion, not part of the same world as the rest of them, they all had their own lives, and he had his, the two were not supposed to be mixed together. He peered out of the den, watching them all, laughing and showing off. A small growl formed in his throat as he slipped out of the den and sprinted across the clearing and out into the forest, before any cat could see him, and try to make conversation with him. The very thought made his spine crawl with horror and resentment. He hated talking with other cats more than anything, he just liked to sit and think, it was the best cure. Cure? It sounded like he was ill, well he was a little. He wasn't ill in his own eyes, but he was ill in the eyes of his clan mates. They were not a cheery bunch of cats, they were as pessimistic as he was, yet they would never understand his misery.

He padded forward, not exactly knowing where his paws were taking him, but he also knew that the clan cats wouldn't come near him, they were living in fear of his clan, and the cats in it. He perhaps felt that fighting wasn't always necessary, but when he wasn't in the mood, which was most of the time he would gladly take a swipe at another cat. He would imagine that the cat was the reason that his life was the way it is, they wouldn't have long to live. He stopped, his silver and white paws marking the line where the water met the land. He bent forward to take a drink, but a sudden urge flowed through him, he pushed his rusted white muzzle into the water and after a few seconds pulled away. He stood at the river's edge, coughing, choking, spitting out the water than had gone down his wind pipe. He glared at the water, and began to cautiously back away from it, even the water hated him, even the water wanted him to die. He let a gasp escape his maw and drew back even further in fear, eyes wide, he turned swiftly and prepared his legs to run, to push him on, but they sent him flying straight into a couple of clan cats. One older cat, one younger cat, the older was ready to pounce for him, and the younger one was slowly backing away. He snarled ruthlessly at the cat ready to attack him.

As soon as the older cats feet had left the ground he jumped, his claws sliding out seconds before the impact. His claws grasped the shoulders of the attacking cat and pushed him down. He took paw and smashed it into the side of the cats head, sending blood flying everywhere. The cat blacked out and he moved away from him, but not before noticing that the younger cat was nowhere to be seen. He didn't need to guess very hard at what it would have gone to do. Before more cats came as back up he sprinted away, back to his territory, flying over fallen down trees, and roots that were perfect for mice to hide in between. He skidded to a halt, digging his claws into the ground to help him stop, he began to back away from his camp. Turning he left the territory again, only he didn't go into the other clan cats territories again, he went in the opposite direction, and he didn't go far. Dragging his body into the hollow of a tree he flopped to his side.

He suppressed a long exhausted sigh and closed his eyes, letting the air return to his lungs and the color return to his skin, though you couldn't see his skin. If you could you would see scar's and scratches, not the scratches he had just obtained, but ones that he had done himself. His ice blue pools flashed open and he began to furiously lick his scratches and the blood that stained his pelt. After doing so he lay back exhausted and closed his eyes. It was one thing getting blood out of a fur coat, but it was another think getting it out of a white and silver pelt. Outside the sky was dark, and the sky glittered. He was in no hurry to return to his nest in the warriors den, they would be better off without him there anyway. Slowly he slipped into a deep and uncomfortable sleep. The water was chasing him again, only this time it had him.

[darkcloud]

Name of cat:

Ire

Desired Position:

Wrath

Why do you want it?:

I love writing with gore and other disturbing things. I also love to just think of gorey and violent things (strange isn't it) and whenever I'm alone I think of things like heads getting torn off and limbs bring ripped to shreds.

RP Example:

Ire was stalking the other cats, observing their every move. He sat there for hours just..........watching......... He was thinking how he should attack when they got close. He was killing not because of rivalry, but for trying to replace the memories in his mind of his parents getting their flesh torn up by the bloody claws of another. Ever since that day he was suffering from the pain, but once he killed his first cat he got distracted and went away for a few seconds.

He glanced up and saw the other cat approach. It was skinny and looked like an apprentice. His red eyes pieced through the shadows. once the apprentice got close enough he pounced. he started biting and clawing at any fatal point and the young cats body. The apprentice's squeals could be heard throughout the entire camp, and then............. they suddenly stopped.

to make sure it was dead he bit into the throat of the young cat. He could feel every strand of tissue tearing in his mouth. A salty liquid started started filling his mouth. yes, blood....... he swallowed and disappeared off into the darkness.


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[cat]

Name of cat: Scarletcry
www.cfanorthwest.org/topcats/2003/c01.jpg
Desired Position: Lust
Why do you want it?: It's simple and plain really. I just love playing evil cats, and I'm really good at it. I'm active enough to keep it up, and I don't mind getting my post's gory. I have also done evil cats plenty of times, and have the experience with evil cats and plots such as this. All in honesty, I think I'd be able to do a good job with a cat that holds so much evil.
RP Example: A cold and silent shape watched a small feline as she trotted happily and unknowningly through her territory. His orange eyes burned with longing and thirst as he watched her powerful body, fueled by that ruby red liquid he so desired, leap at an unseen figure. It was not stalking really. Just watching. Oh how he wanted her. Wanted her to be his and only his. But, one thing was greater than his lust for this cat as a mate. His lust for her blood. That thick red liquid that ran through all living creatures. That awesome, glittering substance. He wanted it so badly that it hurt. Best thing was for this day, he was going to get it.

The dark-souled tom moved forward, muscles rippling beneath his ebony-spotted coat. She was not far now. He could almost taste the blood now. The salty yet tangy taste that erupted in his mouth each time he got ahold of it. It only made him want more. More than the world could ever give Scarletcry.

The she-cat was now only a few tail-lengths away. He smirked; obviously the clan cats weren't as smart as they thought they were. Judging the distance quickly, he leaped into the air, massive form gliding gracefully as if he was made of nothing. Claws sank into the she-cat's back as he landed, his weight shoving her down to the ground. The beautiful red blood that ran from the scratches in her flesh only made him want more. His massive size made it almost impossible for the she-cat to fight back, her pleas for help and mercy the only things she could do. But the rest of the forest was silent, for no one could hear her calls which were growing fainter by the second.

By now his fangs were digging into her soft, tender throat as she were a piece of prey just begging to be eaten. His mouth had begun to fill with blood, though he cared not. His paws and muzzle were stained with it, darkening the brown and black pelt he posessed. His hunger was still not satisfied as he finally let go of the mangled throat that was now covered in the sought after blood. In fact, her entire pelt was covered in the stuff, for it was spilling from large gashes in her belly and flanks. It looked as if something, like a dog, had attacked the she-cat rather than a cat. Before leaving the mangled corpse to be found by her horrified clanmates, he gave her pelt a long, nice lick. He had achieved what he wanted. Or, most of what he wanted. It was a shame that such a pretty cat had to die, but it was a like a monster from a nightmare had taken over. This he enjoyed too.

Scarletcry stood back, staring at his work with pleasure. His eyes shined as he watched in fasination at the pool of blood that had begun to spread. He had done the job well. Swiping his tongue around his maw, he swiped up every last trace of blood. It was so good. Turning around on the spot he raced off, in search of yet another victim that would give him what he lusted for.

[cranberry]

Name of cat: Vixen
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Desired Position: Council - Envy

Why do you want it?: Couple reasons. c: First, I'm active enough for it, I already have a leader so I pretty much HAVE to be. Plus I've been ignoring my dA for this site so I can give it all I've got...I'm really trying pretty hard to be a good staffer and support the site. Secondly, envy is probably the sin I relate most to. Sad as it is, I get jealous really easily. :/ I think it'll be fun to roleplay, and it should come pretty easy to me.

RP Example: Claws, digging into the bark, as she clung to the branch of the evergreen, watching the scene unfold down below. Glistening, cruel yellow eyes, narrowed with contempt. And a mind-numbing jealousy that had eaten at her heart, ripped any remaining kindness out, and left her with a ruthless hunger for more. More power. More beauty. And no other cat could have any of it. Oh, what she would give, to be on top, to have all that. And to push all others back down where they belonged: beneath her. This longing would never cease.

Vixen turned her attention back down to the earth, focusing in as her bushy, fox-like tail dangled down. It was a dead giveaway, but it didn't matter. The clan cats would never think to look up here. Just beneath her was a clan camp, glowing with life. The leader, his chest bursting with pride, as he supervised the area. Her lip curled and a low throaty growl escaped. Even he had more power than she. The queens, with their marvelous beauty and gentle temperaments. And the kits, squealing and mewing and tumbling all over...

She looked away in disgust. She could be down there in a heartbeat, slaughtering their precious kits and escaping in the blink of an eye. She could fill their perfect lives with anguish, break their hearts, never to be mended again. All to satisfy her needs. But no, the clan cats had no idea what ravaging storm would be upon them. And they were not ready to give it away just yet. For now, her longing would wait...

Leaping from the branch in one swift movement, she padded solemnly through the dense forest. A squirrel darted out from the undergrowth, and she lunged, dispatching it with one solid strike. But she was far from done with it. Sinking her fangs into its ruff, clawing off its limbs with pointed ivories. She tore apart its pitiful frame, ignoring the crimson liquid gushing anywhere she looked. In moments it was in shreds, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her. She left its mangled body in the middle of the path, now crowfood. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. It was just the start...soon the clan cats, soon even her own clanmates.

Yes, soon she would be on top.

[leafy]

<sup>Name of cat: Scorchedpetal

Desired Position: Council-->Greed

Why do you want it?: I'm active on the site, and I really would like a chance to play an evil kitteh! I think that greed is any easy expression to express and RP with, as well as fun! I'm also a pretty literate roleplayer, the most recent RP I've done is 10 paragraphs. I'd just really love to be a part of the plot, too!

RP Example:

Mmmhm.

The unblinking, ember brown eyes wouldn't miss a moment of this. They flashed with interest as Battlecry gave her pretty little heart to Despair. He looked happy, Scorchedpetal scowled angrily at the thought somebody else could actually feel happy. Ember brown eyes danced back and for as she figured a plan in her head quickly. Oh, this realashonship won't last long.

The two dispersed and Scorchedpetal emerged into the clearing, her stride projecting the haughty mood that kept her going. Despair, he meant nothing to her, though Scorchedpetal felt incredibly jelous. She could almost laugh at the look on Battlecry's precious face when Despair would fall for she. Scorchedpetal chuckled and headed towards camp, following Despair's scent. How could anybody take these things for themselves, these scums deserved nothing! Scorchedpetal snorted with contempt at the situation and rolled her eyes.

There he is. Scorchedpetal's voice rung in her own head and she blinked with hunger, she wanted Despair more than anything. Right now, her hungry gaze would not stray away from the tom, he was like a piece of fresh kill getting stalked by the hunter.

"Why hello."

Scorchedpetal batted her eye lashes furiously as she flirted so very obviously with Despair. He spun around with a look of embarressment on his face and muttered something she couldn't quite catch. Despair frowned at Scorchedpetal as he took a step foward. He's right where I want him to be! Scorchedpetal thought with triumph.

"Scorchedpetal, I-"

"I understand." Scorchedpetal pouted as she looked down at her paws with fake sadness. She marveled at how smart she was and let fake tears glisten at the edges of her eyes. Battlecry should be coming any second now. Despair took a step closer to Scorchedpetal, Five, four, three, two..

"What are you doing here??" Battlecry's voice was confused, laced with anger.

I'm not done yet, I just have no muse.</sup>

[cloudy]

Name of cat:
Frozensoul [xx]

Desired Position:
Wrath

Why do you want it?:
Well, I really like being a part of plots, and this one is by far the coolest I’ve ever seen on any site. In my opinion, evil cats are so much more interesting to play than normal cats. I would be a lot more active than I am now, and I would contribute all I could to the plot if I was chosen for this position. Also, I chose wrath because I like putting very strong emotion in my writing, and I think I could do this well with this particular sin.


RP Example:

This wasn’t fair.

What had she ever done to deserve this? What great offence had she committed to earn this total humiliation? Apart from killing numerous innocent cats, of course. That was just part of the job. Frozensoul could take the screams of dying cats as she slit their throats, the heartrending pleas of those about to perish. But if there was one thing she couldn’t take, it was being embarrassed in front of everyone. That tom would pay.

Solar – the golden-pelted heap of foxdung that had cost Frozensoul her dignity. She couldn’t wait to sink her claws into him. How could he have betrayed her? And to think she had actually become fond of him! She had never really loved him – she wasn’t capable of letting her heart win any more after too much heartbreak in the past - but she had placed quite a considerable amount of trust in him. Was it because of her scars, her missing eye? That was in the past. Even though cats still muttered about ‘what a shame it is that she lost her eye, she used to be pretty’, she didn’t care. Even she didn’t judge by appearances, whatever else she may do to hurt others.

The slender she-cat sat alone in a forest clearing, bathed in moonlight. Imposing, shadowed trees surrounded her, but she did not feel the slightest bit scared. She was biding her time, quietly observing the goings-on of the nocturnal world. Every time she let her concentration wander though, she was confronted with painful memories; of being in the camp with Solar, of her coming to greet him and telling him how much she adored him, and then of him saying the words that had dissolved all of her – somewhat rare – friendliness and made her almost kill him right there in front of everyone.

“Frozensoul – I’m seeing someone else. It’s over.”

Simple words, and if they had been alone she could have taken it a lot better. But that stupid brainless tom had chosen to inform her of this fact in a crowded area, and in an unnecessarily loud and careless voice. He had said it like it was a joke, with a slight smirk on his face. Even remembering it made her eye mist over and her muscles stiffen with fury. That was nothing compared to how she had felt back at that time. She wondered over and over why she hadn’t slaughtered him on the spot. And then she grinned wickedly. She would kill him slowly, painfully, and very, very soon.

As if the universe had heard her thoughts, a golden head peeked through the ferns a few fox-lengths in front of Frozensoul. Her eye glowed, and she leapt to her paws, before calming herself down so he wouldn’t suspect a thing. Solar came out of the bushes into the clearing, and looked at Frozensoul. There was pity, and regret in his eyes. Perhaps he was realising what a mistake he had made, rejecting her? Hopefully. Frozensoul purred, luring him into her trap.

“Solar. Just the cat I wanted to see.”

The golden tom looked at her a little nervously, perhaps wondering why she was being so nice to him after what had happened the last time they had been together. Frozensoul’s mind worked quickly. She wanted this over with quickly. But she wanted to see him suffer.
“Do you know what you have done to me?” she asked him, her meow now laced with anger. Solar shook his head, almost smirking. That did it. Frozensoul snarled in his face. “Then your foolishness will be the death of you.” Her meow dropped to a whisper. Her eyes flashed red. Solar tensed.

And Frozensoul lashed out with her forepaw, claws extended. She had done this before. Weaken them so they cannot fight back. She slashed at Solar’s throat again and again. He yowled in pain, but broke off, coughing. Blood was already pouring out of his neck, and now it sprayed out of his mouth as he fought for breath. Frozensoul felt no regret, no pain, just the urge to laugh. And she did, throwing back her head and laughing. Then she looked at Solar again. His eyes begged her to stop. No. They begged her to end it quickly. She sneered at him, slashing open his flanks and letting the warm blood flow out onto the grass. It stained her paws, but she barely noticed as she slashed at the dying tom again and again. His eyes still held their terrified, pleading look, and it only made her angrier with him. To torture him even more, she ripped of both his ears, and then his tail. He started screaming again, terrible howls of pain that rang through her ears. She didn’t even block them out, instead joined in with her shrieking laughter.

She stood over the slashed body of the tom that had humiliated her, betrayed her, destroyed her reputation. And now she had destroyed him. Her own pelt was stained with blood, and with her wild eyes she must have been unrecognisable. That was the disadvantage of having a mostly white pelt – blood showed up easily. But she wanted others to know what she was capable of. She wanted them to know what happened if they angered her. She looked down at Solar again, eyes narrowed in contempt. And then she spat at him, watching as the life spilled out of him onto the grass, and his eyes glazed over. Finally, Solar was dead. Frozensoul would return to MaliceClan now, unashamed of what she had done. It wasn’t like they would punish her. She didn’t look back, just carried on walking, and her single ice blue eye gleamed with satisfaction.

[darkcloud]

Name of cat: Cormorant
Desired Position: Gluttony^^
Why do you want it?: I am very determined to get a spot in malice clan. It would also make me more active because right now I only have 1 cat >>;
RP Example: comming soon

[LYNX ♥]

Current Results taken, anyone may still try out for any position until the 20th, though I don't recomend it. =)