DELiRiUM [DiSTURB iF YOU DARE]

[coelecanth]

Soul had just been sitting as a ghost, listening to the conversations that went along. Yes, now as Shard said, Delirium was rising to power. Many here stayed out of fear, or merely that there was nothing else to do. Soul had much to do, with the rank he had and all. Still, being a healer was not as prestigious as some might expect. Shard liked his power, and didn't hand over to much of it to the ghost white tom. Still, Soul had been with Delirium longer than most, and he had a bit of a respectful relationship with the leader, so they often had some sort of conversation going between them, coming up with plans and dealing out promotions to the rank of warrior. Soul was one who stayed with Delirium because he liked Shard, if that was strange enough. Shard just had that. . . essence of power, that air of strength.

Then, something caught the healer's attention. Shatter. It was that dumb, disrespectful, good for nothing cat. There would be no answer that was yes as long as Soul had a say in anything. This was a chance for the usually quiet tom to let them know, let them all know, just how he felt about disrespectful twits who thought that they'd always get their way. In Delirium, you almost never got your way, you got Shard's way, and if you didn't want that, then you would be obliterated, destroyed, to say the least. Heck, Soul would go hunt down a traitor if it cost him his life. In no way would any secrets of Delirium get out.

And now the healer would have to deal with this cat, in case Shard would have said yes. He would provide some good reasons, and in quite a harsh manner. No easy way out would be provided as the words cut through the air, straight to the she cat's ears. "What makes you think you deserve to go? We have our own methods, those that we know work well. Heck, no one would fall for your ploy, you aren't that fabulous at all." The insults cracked through the air, the most prominent of the words that Soul bothered to speak. The only time he actually spoke without cutting off the details was when he was plotting. So for now, there would be no cruel words, or even attempts to physically punish the cat.

Right now the rest of the clan was doing well, if you could call it that. No one was fighting that much, providing for less death to waste their time. No injuries to have Soul even bother to try and fix. Once the clan had more cats though, Delirium would be free to fight within itself, and Soul would choose to save the lives of only those that had not previously bothered him, whether that annoyance was intentional or not.

[MiNTY♥]

Resisting the temptation to shred the she-cat with his claws he moved away from the crowd. He didn't slow down when Fallenpaw joined him, but he listened. "I am sure Eclipseomen and Immortalpaw will manage to seek them out." He answered. Really though this was useful information, a good rule to follow when trying to please Shard was just to try and make sure you don't displease him. He rarely got very pleased, he would be pleased when they ruled the forest, but for now nothing. He fainted heard Soul giving Shatter the lecture he was too lazy to give and snorted slightly. "Your sister really should learn to control herself." He muttered queitly, mainly to himself, but if Fallenpaw heard then he didn't care. "You should make sure Oblivionswarth is getting on ok, you know what he is like." He meowed to the apprentice and chuckled. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to share what he thought of a tom with the tom's apprentice, but really he was going by his own rules, if anyone had a problem they could come and see him about it, if they dared. He snorted and lay down in the shadows.

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Phantomcry raised his head, now very interested in the latest prisoner. He felt tense He twitched his tail lightly as Shard passed him and lay down not far behind him. He began to move away out into the open, Shard only got irritated with restless cats, and it looked like the tom wanted some peace and quiet. He paced across the grass qucikly. Unsure of what to do with himself, tense and restless, with his mind all jumbled. He looked around as he heard his kin getting a nasty lecture but rolled his eyes and went back to his pacing. Shatter. Clan cats should always support their kits, but he was no clan cat and she could be very annoying, she would learn the day Shard lost his patience with her. Then he would feel sorry for her.

[LYNX ♥]

And couldnt Shatter just learn to keep her face shut? Perhaps everyone would benefit! Embarrassed for herself, Scarletsnow retreated from the crowd, shooting the prisoner she-cat a triumphant glare before pivoting then slicing through the swarm of clanmates around her. At last, someone else in this idiot rouge-band would suffer from a bit of labor pains! Letting out a soft, cold chuckle, the massive frosty white she-cat set off into the forest for a hunt, but scented her mate in the other direction, and sighed. Maybe just a visit, but no more mating! Not if she could help it at least, for kits and kitting was simply an agony that was easily avoided. Though, whether Phantomcry would manage to tempt her into mating once more was another story. He enchanted her, though she couldnt really give a material reason, Scarletsnow would never let the lean gray tabby out of her grip, ever. Smiling to herself, the furry she-cat slipped beside him, brushing his side with her pelt, and letting out a rough purr. "Phantomcry I think your daughter is being an idiot again, perhaps you should control her better," She snorted.

[MiNTY♥]

Why the hell was he so restless? He made a point of trying to stay still, but his tail just lashed instead making him look angry. Then like ice covering boiling water, his restlessness ebbed as Scarletsnow touch moved through him. He couldn't help but let out a deep rumbling purr, louder than his mates, but tom cats usually were louder. "I think she will learn from her own mistakes when some cat gets sick and tired and smacks her, never the less I should be a good father and warn her, later." He meowed, not really bothered about his daughters mess. She couldn't do much harm in the time it would take him to be bothered about saying something to her, could she? Well yes probably. He snorted and let out a chuckle. "She will survive for now." He meowed and head butted Scarletsnow lightly on the shoulder. "You always seem to appear at the right moments." He purred, entwining his tail with hers. "Everything has changed so much, apart from us, Maliceclan to Delirium, strong to weak and hopefully strong again, but we haven't changed at all." He purred. This was familiar, and he liked it, he was always happy if he was with her. If Shard ever tried to make him mate with another female he would personally take his ears off. Shard was strong, but so was he, they had both been around for very long. Hopefully deep down Shard did have a bit of a heart.

[LYNX ♥]

In charge of me? His responsibility now? A shiver, rapid as ever, shot down her tensed spine while she blinked, utterly horrified, though, somehow not terrified. She knew what this meant; forced mating. But no. Breakingdawn was a strong she-cat, and though she had always been the timid wallflower, it seemed the this time for her was long gone, and she was thrown into a new personality, starting now. Glancing over to this Oblivionswarth fool, she nearly laughed aloud, if she werent feeling so very sullen, Breakingdawn wouldnt have been able to choke down the giggle. She was going be forced to mate with that? His face, behind that mask she saw right through, was that of a kitten's, those huge eyes, tiny mouth and she saw something else; fear. How long had he been made a warrior? More than a moon ago? Doubted! This Shard character wasn't even gonna assign some cruel, massive brute to her? One that could actually hold her down with one of those wicked grins? Honestly, this young rouge seemed hardly bigger than herself, and definately younger. Spluttering slightly as he attempted to order her with that fake growl of his, Breakingdawn pinned her ears flat against her neck and spat in his direction. Should she speak? Would they all gang up? Hah! They way they fought, they'd rather kill each other than stick for one another. "Make me." She murmured, golden eyes narrowing.

A small rumbling in her throat emerged from her smiling lips as a quiet chuckle as she nodded agreement. "Oh yes, that she will. It would be a ball to see Shard or his demon-sister do it, wouldn't it?" She snorted, shaking her head at him. "No need to bother with her. She won't change, I'm afraid. That little she-cat will doubtedly become much more than a siren. Useless as all heck unless a tom can actually get a hold of her." The furry she-cat shrugged and looked away from his handsome face and piercing livid eyes into the crowd some way away, still gathered like a flock of geese, or a herd of idiots, either way, Delirium was currently the most ridiculous group of wannabe killers. She sighed and turned back to her mate, returning his nuzzel, then taking a step back and slidding to the ground. She splayed out her limbs and sighed. "Oh I don't know Phantomcry. Shouldn't you know how pshycic I am by now? And don't even worry about us. Even if I do catch you having a fling with another girl, I'd rather rip her throat out than yours. We won't change. You can rest assured I'll always be that obnoxiously brute she-cat who won't mate with you unless you've got an excellent reason or secude the hell out of her." She purred with a laugh.

[lily ♫]

Eyes alight with annoyance and irritation, he stepped towards the she-cat. "Gladly. I'll have you know that the last time someone underestimated me, I killed them on the spot. His name was Dusk, and he was my father." he hissed, and then leaped at her. He stood directly in front of her and stood up straight and tall. Oblivionswarth unsheathed his claws and lifted a paw up and held it up and towards her. He licked the soft side, and then sheathed his claws. "Do. Not. Underestimate. Me." he growled, and then flashed his sharp ivories at her in a sneer. He stepped back and looked over her once more. "Good enough." he murmured to her in a mocking voice. She was more than good enough. She was gorgeous. She was his. He controlled her, but it didn't leave him hungry for more power. It made him sick.

[MiNTY♥]

Phantomcry chuckled lightly, a deep purr still rumbling from his throat. "And guess why? Because she has such good looking parents, especially her mother." He purred softly. Taking his tail back he flicked her playfully on the ear then watched her as she flopped down. Stepping round her till he was at the side futhest from her limbs he too lay down, curling around Scarletsnow. He loved when she was like this, when she was his girl, though she always was, he loved when she acted like it, when they could be alone. When she didn't act as tought as she really was, which was very tought, especially for a she-cat. He was so glad she was the type to stick with one tom, and that was him, if she didn't he would just have to fight them for her, and her would fight anyone for her. His whiskers then twitched, now slightly amused he rested his chin on her flank and looked up at her with wide orbs out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled and moved so his maw was next to her ear. "Oh really?" He purred and pushed his nose into her fur. A faint chuckling sound could be heard coming from him even if he tried to hold back. "Because I am just so much better at it than any other tom you will ever meet, I know this because they don't seem to impress you." He chuckled while moving away from her fur to change the air in his lungs.

[LYNX ♥]

Oh, intimidation? Just how lovely of him. And oh how Breakingdawn yearned to deal him a swift smack to the face with the back of her paw, oh yeah. That would cure all of this sudden rush of insanity in her formerly bland, quiet life. This, horrible, disgusting excuse for a rouge was suddenly her worst enemy, and it took every nerve in her beautiful frame to keep herself from turning tail and making a run for it. She knew she wouldn't get far at all, especially from his horde of massive beasts. They were more like dogs than cats, really. The only thoughts that seemed to occur to them was rape, rape, kill, kill. And, frankly, it was ridiculous. Spitting again, Breakingdawn fluffed up the fur along her spine, which was steadily raising now. "Kill me then, it would be a favor." She snapped, eyes flashing dangerously.

[leafy]

&& oh here she comes, watch out boy she'll chew you up

her delicate paw hit the ground with a thump as scorchedpetal followed the others, shard in the front. why did he get to be leader? right, he was the cruelest. he cared for nobody at all, it was quite odd. it was hard to imagine someone that evil but somehow she looked up to him. scorchedpetal always wanted to be this evil, to be so cold that nobody could imagine it. like shard. but she couldn't let him know that, he'd seriously skin her alive. seriously.

power. mates. prey. she wanted it all. she wanted everything. scorchedpetal stalked behind the prisoners, a smirk upon her beautiful features as they approached this new camp. she padded towards shard, bowing slightly before her 'master' and mewed, "shard, is there anything i can possibly do?" of coarse she'd suck up to him now, but later, one day when he died, she'd take over. screw that eclipseomen. nobody actually liked each other in this band of cats, everyone were blood thirsty and wanted to kill. to mate. to have everything. and that's just the way she liked it.

[lily ♫]

He struggled not to laugh, and not to crack either. She was asking for it, but if he couldn't do it Shard would. He ground his teeth together, and then he gained composure once more. "Breakingdawn, you are not to be killed - at the moment - and you are coming with me. Now." he hissed cruelly, and then rudely hit her side - yet not too hard as to hurt her. Then Oblivionswarth took his tail and flicked her tail. He was getting impatient, and the sun was slowly setting. It woulf be dark soon, and she would be trying to escape. He needed to get Breakingdawn to a guarded place, and fast. If she ran for it, he would either go with her to avoid dying, or just stay to die. The golden brown tom wanted to speak with her away from Shard too, and to get to know her at least a tiny bit. Oblivionswarth would try to get to be her friend first, and attempt to be as different as he could from his father.

[LYNX ♥]

A feircsome snarl ripped itself free from her throat, which at this point, felt quite vulnerable in a camp like this. She would never sleep, until the big black tom brought her eternal rest. Tilting her delicate head, she gazed at the sky, and the receding sun, and sighed. Save me a spot, StarClan. I won't be long. Breakingdawn brought her face back down to his level, and flinched away as he hit her, stumbling back a step. He wouldn't kill her, but he would hurt her. They all would. These creeps were smarter than to kill her and toss her away, they would make sure she suffered unbearable agony before they sent her life away. And these one. This very young, small tom would hurt her tonight, she knew. And there was little chance that she could hurt him back, because StarClan wouldn't want her to give in so easily, and if she so much as laid a claw on him, he would flay her. But. She was bigger, older, couldn't she be stronger? Not willing to find out, she lowered her head further, until it hung, and flinched even further away from his tail than his claws. This was too much.

[lily ♫]

He let out a loud chuckle as she flinched, but he was screaming inside. "Ready to come, dear? We can find a place that's away from everyone else." he snarled in a malicious tone. He let out a few more cackles, and then managed to bite back the rest. Easily. He looked at her through eyes lined with pure disgust, but it was not towards her. It was more towards his own self. He looked away from the mortified she-cat for one moment and looked around. He saw a small cave-like alcove near the edge of the fairly sized clearing in which Delirium was making camp in, and he knew instantly that was where he would take Breakingdawn to. It would be easy to keep her in, and to keep bystanders out. Plus, who would enter? The entire whole of the gathered cats thought they would be busy with each other, and who would want to interupt? He shuddered on the inside, and then focused on her again. "There's a little alcove near the edge of the clearing. We'll be spending the night in there." he meowed, smirking down at her. "Don't make me hurt you..before." he added, and then threw his head back to let out one more chain of laughter.

[LYNX ♥]

Horrified with these creep of a feline, Breakingdawn averted her eyes from him. Perhaps it was just that; his young age, that made him lust so much. Was this why Shard chose Oblivionswarth for this sickly duty? Shivering, Breakingdawn allowed her flesh to crawl, and glanced up at him with such a piercing glare, she felt that she could see straight through his disgusting soul. The beautiful brown tabby she-cat gave a low, threatening growl and spat directly on his paws, shot him another glare, and spun. As she whipped around, she spotted the stone cave he was talking about, and made her way toward it, shooting any Delirium cat that passed her by a venomous glare. Not quite as soul-seeking as the one she had given her new 'master' but enough to make them flinch. Perhaps that was one good thing about her brilliant golden lights, so striking and brilliant. Entering the dark alcove, Breakingdawn moved to the back and curled up against the icy-cold wall.

[cat]

A single cat sat on the far side of their new camp, her form completely still. If it hadn't been for her breathing and the occasional blink of her eyes, you could have assumed she was a mere statue. But no. This was a real-life breathing creature. However, this state was one she was often in. The camp was now found, and it was time to rest. For some, both metally and physically. For others, such as herself, it was only a physical rest.
Her mind, left to wander due to the lack of anything really to do, was flitting around; not really staying on any one subject, she was thinking of her past. Most of it was boring, she was willing to admit. Some exciting, but most of it was spent wasting away the days with her so called mate at the time. Ah, how innocent they both had been! Two young cats who had known each other since birth. It was accepted by many that they would grow up to be mates one day. However, he was foolish and easily distracted. One day he wandered off with a group that was passing through the area. Silvercrescent had noticed a few pretty she-cats within the group as well. Blast them! He most likely got himself slaughtered while chasing those fools. She thought, shaking her head. Usually she didn't think about him, or his deep black fur and glowing green eyes. But today, in the lonely clearing, the mind easily wandered away from oneself.
Breathing out once hard, Silvercrescent pulled herself from her memories. No need to dwell on them any longer. She was needed here. Or so she was told.

[thymespeckle]

Shatter hissed at Soul, the stupid old cat. She despised him almost as much as Shard himself. He was going t okeep her from going? She thought not! Well that old mangy-flea piece of foxdung! She'd kill him too one day. Quietly she whinned, whimpering in protest as Shard agreed. They were already on their way off to go, without her. She glanced sadly down at her paws, holding back the tears. No, cats did not cry in Deliruim, that was a sign of weakness, she was not weak! Shaking her head, her now angry blue eyes glared at the other cats around her. She'd get Shard one of these days. He'd be at her paws begging for mercyt when she was through with him!

Puffing ehr chest out she saw her mother and father out of the corner of her vision, sitting together and talking...abotu her. That was the thing about Shatter, she could always tell when you were talking about her. She let them continue, just cleaning herself in an orderly fashion. It was then she spotted Oblivionswarth jeering at the new Breakingdawn cat. For a moment she looked on sadly as the cat crawled away to then den where he would no doubtedly ruin her. But then she snapped out of it, and decided to follow, them, an evil plan running through her mind. She stopped over at Phantomcry and Scarletsnow casually, dipping her head, very slightly, showing no respect at all. She liked her father better than her mother of course...which was rather unusual for kits, especially she's. But noone the less she let the idependance and evil stand out in her eyes as she stared at them before continueing. She stopped outside the small den they had entered. She really did like Oblivionswarth, he was evil and cruel like her, and not to trashy looking either.

"Oblivionswarth!" she called out sweetly, sniffing the air.