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Post by sandpoppy on Sept 20, 2008 13:01:35 GMT -5
Petal looked around and began quietly slipping off to the edge of the camp. It didn't look like many of the cats were paying attention. All she had to do was slip out of the camp and then run like crazy. She could only hope that it wouldn't hurt the kits.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Sept 21, 2008 5:05:59 GMT -5
Spectre bounded into camp with fresh kill hanging from her jaws, only to almsot trip over Petal. Dropping her fresh kill she snarled and spat at the she-cat with bared fangs. "And just where do you think you are going?" She asked with an arrogant twist to her tone. It was true she was soft inside, she had been soft after killing a cat. She did not like killing others, but she would not let a prisioner escape right in front of her eyes, if she let Petal escape she would not bare the wound for doing so, having a scar for the rest of her life, not being as pretty as she really was. Her orbs narrowed as she took a step closer to the she-cat. "Well?" She prompted. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by lily ♫ on Sept 21, 2008 9:22:52 GMT -5
No one would approach her. No one would dare. But, even the baddies need friends. She let out an almost silent hiss and looked around camp. She was searching for her cousin, a cat to talk to, anything. She scented Scarletsnow, and headed to the nursery. "Hello." she mewed to her cousin, ignoring the other cat. Aurora coughed quietly, waiting to hear her greeting returned.
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Anubis yawned, wondering where Eclipseomen was. He looked for her, his search ending momentarily when he spotted Shard. It would probably do him good to get on Shard's good side, for now. He padded over to him, rasping a quick hello, and sitting down next to him. "These days, the Clan has gone to the mousebrained idiots." he hissed. "Knife gives all the attention to that Clan cat apprentice, and he appoints some bitch as Lust."
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Post by sandpoppy on Oct 3, 2008 17:00:46 GMT -5
Petal backed up hissing, her eyes wide and frightened. Thundy, where are you?!
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Oct 3, 2008 19:58:46 GMT -5
His paws were swift and calculated as he flowed through the tall moorland grasses, the sound of tumbling brooks whispering over rocks rang in his ears, such a serene sound compared to the melody of battle, the sound of agonized cries cut short. Just the memory.. Knife blinked and frowned, looking over his shoulder at the youthful ginger she-cat following him and snorted, she seemed so hardened from her young tranquility that he'd ripped from her, and he felt guilty. So guilty. Oh the pain of this, process. It was cutting the alpha down, and he now wished Dyingblossom would have his kits soon and hope at least one had red lights, so he could die and have this done with, though the flaming depths of the Hell Pit did not sound too tantalizing either.
Pat pat His pawsteps were surprisingly light, light as air, he could just float away... if only, if only. But no, all these cats were staring, mutiny blazing in their steely cold eyes as they looked upon their alpha and his new friend with vain distaste. Knife would spit at their paws with no affect, his creased brow holding a frown, so sour upon his uniquely beautiful mask. Knots of muscle under thickly furred flesh bunched together before springing apart as Knife seemed to fly to the height of the stone mound, landing with grace, he spun to face his already assembling clan. "Since it seems," He began in an elegantly suave voice, "That Pride is too vain to show herself before us, therefor I will grace you with my words, an name this hardly worthy clan scum." He yowled, unshealthed claws sparkling in the daytime sunshine. "Disgusting MaliceClan prisoner, we grace you with our rare mercy, and have taught our ways, soley for our own benefit. But you have progressed from your once weak ways, and are considerably stronger, thanks to our charity. And in return for surviving, you have earned your Warrior name. Flamingpaw, you are now Flamingarrow. Feel pride in yourself, and leave my sight." Knife finished, narrowing his eyes before whisking away from the backside of the mound, disappearing into the territory.
.knife to terra.
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Post by lily ♫ on Oct 3, 2008 21:22:07 GMT -5
Her teeth ground together, as Knife finished speaking. Flamingarrow. That was her new name. Somehow, she loved it, but yet, she had a kind of hatred bouncing off of it. "Flamingarrow." she whispered to herself, hearing the way it sounded. She had never dreamed of a name like that. But then again, her dreams had been filled with VertigoClan and her Clan mates. She let out the air in her mouth between her teeth, creating a kind of almost silent hiss. She watched as Knife went back into the terra. She longed to go home now; there was no comfort in this camp. She had no friends, no loves, no true mentors, no family, even if the cat wasn't even blood. Flamingarrow stalked off towards an empty corner, and began to cry.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Oct 3, 2008 21:29:44 GMT -5
Inclined skull, deep amber green lights intent, disgusted, sparkling with mocking laughter at the flowery words Knife chose to use, for his special little pet, oh he adored the thing. And she hated him so, she hated it all, and it was just so beautiful. Tilting his head back, Vividmurder glanced at the brilliant sky, nasitliy bright and inviting, as if you could jump up and take a swim in it. Then back down to earth, the monochrome tom nastily spat at Flamingarrow's paws as she swandered by him, looking so wonderfully lost in her new home, all decked out with a fanciful name, just like his own. "Listen here, whoreface," Vivdmurder drawled loudly, a clear challenge, for most around him could hear it. "You might think you're adorable, because you're Alpha's pet, and you get to sit around and sob over your lost virtue as a wholesome creature, but horrid Hell, she-cat, like we're gonna give you sympathy? Get a life, get some claws." He snarled, once more landing his saliva on her forepaws, a smirk painting his face ugly. |
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Post by lily ♫ on Oct 3, 2008 21:39:01 GMT -5
Flamingarrow tore herself up from the ground, and stopped her tears. "My buisness is none of yours, tom." she spat back, her claws unsheathed. A death or two wouldn't matter to her, especially if it was the MaliceClan cats that died, only the purely evil ones though. "And I wouldn't dream of earning your fake sympathy." she added, flashing her sharp canines at him in the process. Her teeth could easily hurt him--and his could easily hurt her.
Splitheart's ears pricked as she heard an arguement. Fun, fun. she thought, creeping towards the fight. She let out a hiss as she saw who it was. Vividmurder and--the newly appointed Warrior--Flamingarrow. "Leave her alone." she said, barely audible. She was only sticking up for the poor little she-cat because she hated Vividmurder...and she had taken a liking to the poor Clan cat during the two moons she had been there.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Oct 3, 2008 21:45:23 GMT -5
"And oh dearie! I wouldn't dare give you it, for fear of your powerful tear blasting abilities, you might put my eye out if I were to feel bad for you, but why? At least you're not dead, can't say that about ol' grannie, can you Gallows?" He shouted over his shoulder as the ginger and white tom nodded heartily, grinning. "Oh he took the old coot out! Shoulda seen her limpin'!" Vividmurder cackled, drawing a flea from his pelt and crushing it with his claws, he glanced at Flamingarrow out of the side of his head, then his eyes flicked the other way. "Oh Hell, guys, Lusty Girl's out to get me!" He yowled fearfully, grinning. "Look who's goin' soft now! I wouldn't mess with that, I wouldn't touch it with a ten tail length claw, she looks pretty mad!" He yowled, cackling mockingly.
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Post by lily ♫ on Oct 3, 2008 22:04:00 GMT -5
Splitheart snapped. Claws unsheathed, she launched at Vividmurder. She bit his leg, and kicked him exactly in his underbelly. "Shut the hell up, tom." she spat at him, throwing a sympathetic glance to Flamingarrow. The young Warrior flashed a quick smile of gratitude to her, and then, Flamingarrow went in for an attack.
The young, strong, fire-colored Warrior felt great gratitude towards Splitheart, showing it in one quick smile, then she went in for her attack. She quickly bounded over to where Vividmurder had landed from Splitheart's kick to his underbelly, and pressed her paw, claws unsheathed, to the tom's underbelly. Her strength and claws held the tom down for one quick moment. "Don't. Mess. With. Me." she spat in his awful face, and she stalked away, and out of camp, hatred taking over.
Splitheart let out another one of her hellbent laughs. She followed Flamingarrow out of the camp and into the Terra, easily staying with the younger she-cat's pace.
...splitheart and flamingarrow to terra...
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Oct 4, 2008 7:10:31 GMT -5
Spectre lifted a paw and aimed it at the she-cat. "Stay in camp." She hissed. She knew there would be cats out on the territory ready to kill her if she tried to escape anyway. "Wouldnt want those clumsy large thighed kits of yours to go to waste would you?" She spat. Her tail lashed. This was what she was really made for, what she was born for. To kill, to show no mercy. Yet, that tom whom she had killed at least two moons ago now, had not deserved to die. It broke her heart to think of him now, they could have been such good friends. She was about to give in when a shadow towered over her from behind and she tensed again, snarling at Petal.
Shard snarled in agreement. "Knife is falling, we need a stonger cat in charge, on who does not make stupid decisions and thinks he can trust a bitch like that." He snarled. His claws teased the ground beneath his paws ambitiously. What if that cat was him? What if he took over? He could be a brilliant leader, he would have his friends behind him, he had many good friends, he was sure Anubis was not the only one who thought that Knife was being an ass hole, and his sister would not leave him. Speak of the devil herself he watched as she padded into camp, only to see Petal trying to escape, with Spectre trying to stop her. He sighed and chuckled. "Seems Knife can not even keep an eye on his prisoners." He chuckled.
Eclipseomen padded into camp and stopped, almost tripping over Spectre. She chuckled lightly and lifted a threatening paw to Petal's ear. "You know your place pretty little Petal, so go to it." She sang with a soft chuckle. With a flick of her tail she padded across camp to Anubis and Shard, a trail of sticky blood prints following her path every step of the way. She sat in front of the two toms, and draw a tongue over her blood matted maw. "Morning." She meowed, her eyes flicked from Shard, to Anubis then back again. She knew Shard had something on his mind. She would make him tell her later.
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Post by cranberry on Oct 11, 2008 11:53:33 GMT -5
Ever so fluidly she glided through the camp, russet fur flowing with each perfectly placed pawstep, long, bushy tail drifting behind her like a feather on the wind. She turned her golden-green gaze on all of them; the foolhardy, the strong, the weak, the admirable. But there was less and less to envy in MaliceClan these days; it was only by sheer luck they had emerged from the last battle victorious. Under the rule of a bumbling oaf, the nomadic clan's warriors were melting like pools of butter. She shook her head, long fox-like whiskers flowing, and stopped in time to see a small gathering of cats mumbling about something, obviously quite fiery, as one ambitious voice stood above the rest.
She leaned in closer, inquisitively, to get a better look. Shard, was it? Quite dashing, with his jet black pelt and dark olive eyes. Perhaps she had overlooked him. Gracefully she strutted over and eased into the conversation, wondering how the tom would take to her. "So what are you toms up to? Being a bit rebellious, I see?" she suggested, voice piercing clear. Most likely, with half of the she-cats he associated with being complete whores, he would think she was flirting. Toying with him. Maybe she was, but she had an honest curiousity in his plans.
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He slunk into the camp under the cover of his plain, striped gray pelt, padding along steadily and purposefully. Not particularly in a hurry to get anywhere, he just preferred to keep on the move. He caught the last of Knife's announcement and paused for a moment, ears flicking attentively. Flamingarrow, now, was it? Charming. But it wasn't of any importance to him, and so he continued along, wondering if anyone would try to approach him. Not likely, in this clan where cliques were as common as blindness in a white kit with blue eyes. He settled in a clump of tall weeds, close enough to see his sister messing with the clan prisoner. Doing a satisfactory job, he supposed, but big whoop, any cat could boss around a fragile, not to mention pregnant clan cat. [/blockquote] |
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Post by lily ♫ on Oct 12, 2008 15:50:22 GMT -5
Anubis nodded to his mate, but really nodding to Shard, agreeing. Knife was too soft. "How are you, darling?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers. He had always looked after her more closely since the battle two moons ago. He would die if something were to happen to her. Anubis wondered if they would ever have kits, and if Shard would show more acceptance towards their love. He was uncertain about the answers to the thoughts, which made him uneasy.
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