blood//MALICECLAN TERRA

[lily ♫]

Flamingpaw stormed out of camp, knowing Knife would be close behind her. She headed towards the usual training spot, letting out a sigh as homesickness once again drowned her. She missed it all. Chasmpaw... Would he think she was dead?! What did they think? She disappeared! They wouldn't know that she had been kidnapped. Then again, Chasmpaw had never cared for her much. She sighed. Chasmpaw would not miss her, he would not love her. And that was the moment her heart went cold. She had snapped. Hatred replaced all of her feelings, making her forget about everything. Lilythorn, Lynxstar, Chasmpaw. It didn't matter anymore.

[LYNX ♥]

Knife, still softly, silently laughing to himself, followed Flamingpaw's surprisingly obedient trail, leading his big silver form in the training field. Eyes flashed, tail lashed, claws were drawn like deadly assasin's knives. "Dear Flamingpaw." He meowed. "Draw your claws, my dear." Knife's voice was gentle and icy, like a father regretingly killing a kit. "For we partake in more battle training today." He laughed. "Your favorite, yes? The more, the easier escaping will be for you." The alpha told her, grinning dangerously.

[lily ♫]

Flamingpaw glared, drawing her claws. Hmph. Escaping. VertigoClan wasn't that far off.... NO! She wouldn't think about it now. "Battle training, always my favorite." she hissed, her fangs gleaming at Knife. They were sharp and white, ready to cut into anything she needed to use them for, within reason. For example, Knife's throat, which would bring her great joy. It would bring them all great joy. Everyone hated Knife. She had heard the black cat Anubis talk about Knife behind his back over the two moons she had been there.

[LYNX ♥]

The was a deep rumbling, coming deep from within the chamber's of Knife's throat. Was it a purr? Oh yes indeed, it would be wonderous to knock the cocky young clan cat around, teach her what real disrespect was, and why they all feared him. But, alas, he could not kill her. Did he want to? Perhaps he didn't, but he sure wouldn't let it show. Oh no. "Hah! Dear Flamingpaw, your cockiness lights my tender little heart up," The corners of his mouth curled up in a twisted grin. "Oh gaurd, darling." He let out a barking laugh and leapt for her, at the last moment reaching the earth and kicking out with his hind paws.

[lily ♫]

Flamingpaw let out another hiss as Knife's back legs lashed out. She backed away, only letting her eight front forepaw recieve damage. "And so the battle has begun." she spat, her eyes zeroing in on any ungaurded spot she could find. She lashed out toward him, all claws and teeth. She slashed him as many times as she could, but she knew she wasn't doing much damage. She put one of her paws back, and pain tore through her. She had stepped on a thorn. She ground her teeth together, trying to ignore the pain. She let anger and frustration take over and she launched herself back at Knife.

[LYNX ♥]

"Pierce your pad, Girlie?" The big silver tom laughed, though it sounded much more like a bark, or agonized cough, long fangs flashing like lightning as he twisted and doged like a sinister ballerina, dancing and gliding circles around his dead-set apprentice. He flashed forth and rammed his broad, muscular shoudler into hers to find themselves in a hilt-to-hilt lock of bodies. Satisfied, Knife realized Flamingpaw was shaping up well. "You'll be ready to lead the revolution Flamingpaw," He smirked and pulled away, plopping his butt on the ground and flicking his tail around him nonchalantly. He drew his tougue over his forepaw and lowered his lids boredly. "Flamingpaw, my dear, you flail with your claws like a kit reaching for its mother's tit. You must calculate, remain cool. This is training, so learn it now."

[lily ♫]

Flamingpaw nodded. She wanted to be a Warrior. She wanted it more now than she had ever dreamed of. She wondered what her name would be among these cats. If they would even care. They had only called her Clan-cat; no one would say Flamingpaw. She licked her pad, then she grabbed the thorn between her teeth and pulled it out, licking her sore paw clean. "Then show me what to do, oh-mighty-one." she mewed, doing a mock bow to his 'righteousness'.

[LYNX ♥]

His eyes, the color of a new wound, the color of the opened mouths of shrieking cats, narrowed, subtly amused. "Well, girlie," He laughed, rising once more to stand before her, his broad face inches away from her delicate one. His eyes lit with silent laughter, and he let his rump fall once more, and looked at the clear blue sky. Slowly, his skull declined. "Well Flamingpaw, you need to cool yourself. In battle, you'll feel the horror of cutting down cats like a twoleg creation, numb your mind, numb your heart. Pretend there is an icy tide engulfing you, and form a barrier. Close off your mind and this will help you. This way, you will be calm while fighting, not flailing. Even if you are outmatched, just think back to any training, and use your taught moves, calmly. Just fight with what you know you have, not what you think you need. This will infuse prescision into your slashes, and they will more often meet their marks."

[lily ♫]

Flamingpaw nodded, glaring at him now. She thought of Chasmpaw, and the anger that was brought with the thought...cold. She stuck a paw out, swiping Knife's forepaw, making a nice gash. She grinned a toothy smile, mocking him. She rose to her feet, hissing, and went for another strike. She ran around him, using her speed. She launched a paw out towards one of his back legs, but she missed, falling onto her stomach from reaching too far. She swiped at him, making contact this time, but she didn't look to see how bad it was. She quickly stood up and moved away from his back legs, knowing he would have kicked at her.

[LYNX ♥]

He felt blood welling, blubbling, searing his broken flesh, and there was the queerest of sensations crawling up his foreleg. Exhilarated, Knife wiped away the fluid onto Flamingpaw's sleek ginger pelt and dug in his claws, his movements fast and flurrying as he dove and dodged, lashing out now and again, but mainly circling. "So you want to give it a go?" He laughed, lashing his short tail. "Very well," He yowled, launching furiously, landing upon her back.


//short crap. xD

[lily ♫]

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Flamingpaw let out her air as Knife knocked her to the ground, to prevent being winded. She squirmed under his weight, turning underbelly up so she could kick him off. She unsheathed her claws and kicked him off, cutting into his underbelly. A small injury, enough to slow him down a bit, but that was it. She would not hurt him, especially after all the thing he had taught her in only two short moons. He was a good cat. A good leader, if only not in the evil ways he lived in. He was a softie on the inside, and he dared not show this side to most. She loved him like a father...or close to it. The cats of VertigoClan would be ashamed of her, but she didn't care anymore! This was her life now, and it would probably change before she could get used to it. Her life would always be changing, for that is how life works. The second you get used to it, it seems to change in many, many ways. She sucked in a breath after her thoughts had spewed through her mind. It had felt like forever, but no, it was only a few seconds. She turned over, and got back to her feet. She span on her pads, turning back to Knife. Her shining teeth showing in a snarl. She took a fast swipe at him, her paws more steady, more sure now since Knife had taught her better than to go lashing out all tooth and claw.

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[toxin]

'.::.'Deathbringer'.::.'

If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
Odds are, you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes I've deceived

I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

If you come inside, things will not be the same
When you return to my night
If you think you've won
You never saw me change
The game that we have been playing

I've seen diamonds cut through harder men
Than you yourself
but if you must pretend
You may meet your end

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins

Try to hide your hand
Forget how to feel
Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

Silently he watched, his ears flat and his fox paws flexing. Blood red claws sank and tore through the soil as terrible eyes tracked the movements of Flamingpaw. Seeming as large as a medium sized dog the monsterous cat rose and began to pace. His blood was ice but it raged in his veins at the sight of his master's crimson spatter. Silent as the tide of death he was merly a flicker at the edges of a very well trained and alert cats vision. A unprepared cat would not notice him unless lady luck stood at their side or he litterally bit them. In the latter case the victom had a one in one thousand chance of survival.

Deathbringer did not step out he knew his Lord Knife well and the one he trained was a forest whelp. The massive servent was as always behind, or near Knife and would be there if anything happened. A scent reached his open mouth and he swung around to glare at a wobbling she-cat. Her voice was slurred yet somehow smooth. "Heey Deithbrinnger." The sound grated on Deathbringers razor sharp nerves and he brought a huge paw back and with a single swipe sent the skinny she-cat sprawling. She seemed to understand that Knife was here and the gigantic shaded tom did not want her any closer. Her ears were flat and her cut tail lashed but she didn't approach again. A light green eye seemed to set off glimmers in the blue eye opposite to it and then Voidsky vaulted forward. Another battering of his massive paws sent her skidding but she laughed as he felt pain flare in his shoulder. The twisted, gruesome collar that wrapped around the she-cats neck dripped blood. Her neck though also was cut slightly. Deathbringer almost laughed at her trick. It was clever but foolish. Pain of a increadible magnitude could not bring the berserker to even blink. He flicked his ears and then growled low. Hoping not to disturb Knife and Flamingpaw. He did neither advance nor let her pass and Viodsky narrowed her icey gaze. "I ssuposse yuo wiell noot leit mei passs weill yee?"

'.::.'Voidsky'.::.'

Deathbringer shook his badger sized head and the rather dusty she-cat sighed. She shook her head and scratches behind one scarred ear. Shaking her head she yawned and turned to go. "Veirry weel I shaill leeve." She sensed the demonic cats distrust and grinned wickedly he would do anything and everything for the alpha. "Jussst liike ei ket yoiu ayre." She cackled as she trotted away.

Voidsky forgot immediatly about the shadow of Knife as she flounced along. Her collar snagged on a dead branch and she swore loudly. "Daimnn et aill to heilll!!" A mouse broke cover at the outburst and she bolted in puirsut. Her claws snagged it's tail and small dropplets of blood squirted as she snagged it's belly and with a strangled squeak disemboiled it. With a crow of victory she tore into it. Gore covering her muzzle. This was her first ever fair catch of forest mice. She was better at getting squirrels suprisingly. She uses a strange technique to snare them by cutting them off then pinning their tails. Though she found that they had some nasty teeth and a scare on her fore-leg was proof. The odd she-cat finished her sloppy meal leaving the carcass laying on the ground with some meat still on it and moved on. Hoping to find a male.... or even she-cat to try and seduce.

[cranberry]

//all out of luck, all out of faith

Rapidly he loped through the unfamiliar terrain, eyes screwed shut in concentration, blocking out the terror and exhaustion. He had to keep going, there was nothing to turn back to now, no comforting embrace, no one. He was utterly alone.

His paws carried him across the wilderness until a sharp, bitter tang crept through his nostrils, stopping him short. Instinctively his ears flattened and he took a few, horrified pawsteps back, but there was undoubtedly no escape now. He had just stumbled upon the territory of a large group of cats, some of whom were terrifyingly close. One in particular he didn't like the looks of, a massive silver tom battering some smaller orange apprentice. His features were cruel and cunning, and when his eyes widened Dunepaw wanted to yelp. He threw himself down to the earth and cowered, but this was not the ZephyrClan moor grass, and the menacing tom - and his crimson eyes - were still in sight.

Quivering, he let his fear overtake him. It wouldn't be long before he was spotted, and somehow he knew this may be his last day to live.

// burst my bubble, i dare you

Confident he was close to invisible in the high boughs of the oak, he let his thin, gangly forepaw hang down and rested comfortably, a silent observer. He had to admit, the clan cat - Flamingpaw, was it? - was doing quite well. She was fueled by fury, a totally different cat than the docile, warm-hearted apprentice she had most likely been back in her precious clan. However she had several glaring weaknesses, and would be no match for him and his polished tactics. He would have loved to show her who's boss, point out her weak points, but he didn't want to interfere with Knife's plans.

Basilpaw sneered at the name, and his forest green lights narrowed to slits. Knife. He was positive he was not the only one who had noticed the alpha's gradual softening. Even now he was not as merciless as he should have been with the apprentice, who was truly a prisoner in all terms of the word. He flexed his claws against the soft, tender bark and wondered if any cat had plans for an uprising. I could go for that, he thought, a slight grin creeping onto his handsome features.

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[toxin]

'.::.'Deathbringer'.::.'

He was laying underneath a dark bush as a unwitty and very loud cat crashed towards him. The scent was not Maliceclan. The massive cat rose slowly. Rose silently. His paralizing gaze suddenly flaming from the darkness. Dunepaw scrambled past his spot and the skilled tom nearly laughed. So young and foolish. He reached a place where he could see Knife and Flamingpaw.

Deathbringer stepped from the living shield. His laugh was like the ringing of a bell over a grave.... except no one would be there to hear the un-dead. No one would dig up the one who was buried alive. No one would save him. The giant tom knew exactly how to move and before a verbal reaction could be made he flashed out a huge paw. His fur rippled and he seemed to fade then become all too real as the wind stirred the branches overhead. Casting long shadow across his titanic body. His eyes blazed like the fires of hell as he sliced quickly, easily through the much smaller tom's chest. His blood red claws glimmered as scarlet rain pattered over the leaves close by. His slash was fast, deep but not enough to become fatal even if unattended and very painful. The forest-fool had wandered far too close to his master to be left unscathed. "Welcome to Maliceclan forest-freak!" Deathbringer hissed into Dunepaw's ear. He towered over the tom her claws unsheathed. Looking like the cat from hades.

[cranberry]

Wriggling down into the grass even further, he whimpered slightly. An enormous black tom rose from his resting position and strode toward him, each massive pawstep like a death bell tolling. He realized now how stupid this had all been, fleeing from his home only to stumble upon a group of murderous cats. And he wouldn't even live to tell about it. For some reason this struck him as humorous, and a peal of laughter escaped his trembling body. Him, telling stories. Because he was such a social butterfly, such a clan legend, a heroic maverick.

He sputtered and choked on his crazed laughter, hardly even noticing when the ominous tom slashed razor-sharp claws across his bristly sand brown fur, nor when he spoke - something about MaliceClan. MaliceClan, that was it, that was the unspoken terror ravaging the clan. Well at least he would die a hero, right? A savior to his beloved clan.

This comical thought induced more maniacal laughter and he collapsed to the earth, twitching spasmodically, gagging on his own blood. Good StarClan, the black tom had better deal the finishing blow soon, or he would die of giggling.

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