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Post by MiNTY♥ on Mar 12, 2009 18:15:11 GMT -5
1020 words!!!
Shard growled slightly as he saw his sister approach, he was in a foul mood right now and he lashed his tail. However, before he had long to snap at her the she-cat had him on the ground. He growled again, only this time it was playful, he could never be caught on the ground! Within a few moments both obsidian cats were rolling around chewing each other and batting each other with sheathed claws, for once. Finally he got his sister pinned underneath him. "Ahh when we used to be kits....I won back then....and now guess what? I still win!" He chuckled as the two cats chuckled together. As he let her out of his grip he shook out his pet so it was no longer flattened and chewed looking in areas and looked down at his sister who was still lying on the ground on her back, revealing a few soft white hairs scattered across her belly fur. It was rare for any Delirium cat to trust anyone enough to expose their belly to them, trust was not something you found a lot between cats here and so cats kept their bellys hidden and safe from the claws of others, it was always better that way, plus if another caught your belly exposed in battle you would be done for. He snorted slightly. Moments earlier he had been in such a foul mood but he had managed to be cheered up by his sister. Occasionally he would take a swing at her with unsheathed claws when she was acting like fox dung, well more so than usual, and he could not find himself to be able to put up with it. "So did you get anything I wanted?" He asked finally after catching his breath.
Phantomcry remained where he lay as he watched his mate, restless as she was. He let out a soft playful snort, yes it would be good to do something, yet the only thing that crossed his mind was out of the question. He purred softly in her ear. "Watch? I might join in, some good action would be fun, don't you ever wonder what the clans are doing?" He meowed. Looking up at the sky the full moon was rising in the sky. "Its their gathering, right?" He asked while purring. He pressed close to Scarletsnow and managed to ignore everything around them. They were mostly a waste of space, apart from a few. He let out a gentle sigh as he lay there peacefully with his mate. "Or we could do a bit of exploring of our own, kill any loners that got in our way, go hunt or something, its not as if we have to stay here." He meowed chuckling slightly. There were plenty of loners out there to tear apart, bit by bit. He smirked at the thought and gave Scarletsnow a gentle, but playful nudge. "Either that our you can set our kit straight." He added with another chuckle. Typical Shatter. Then a new scent blew in his direction, it was mingled among Shard's scent and the prisoners scent. "And it appears we have more company from somewhere..." He added as his narrowed eyes glared in the direction the scent had blown in. He looked round at his mate to see what kind of expression she wore. He now really understood how restless she was feeling, he wanted to run and fight and spill blood. He wanted to do what Delirium did best.
Torchblade still couldn't seem to believe that she was really here, but it was her, the scent, so familiar, well everything was very familiar about her, and she wanted him! Though she clearly did not want to be here, and if she went back to her clan...
He watched the she-cat that Breakingdawn now pointed to for a few moments, he could see the similarity between the two, they were both very tall, but Shard clearly more muscular than his sister, she had a dash of white on her chest and her eyes were more blue green, where as his were amber. Yet their faces were similar shapes, and the moves they used, were similar, the way they struggled together. It made him think of his sister back in Tempestclan, he had left her to fend for herself, she had always been delicate and pretty, not much of a Tempestclan cat, he probably wouldn't know anything about her right now. It had been a long time, she had probably changed so much. They had struggled together like that when they were kits and apprentices, but had grown out of it, now he had a strange longing for his sister, but not as strong as the longing he had always had for Breakingdawn ever since they met. Then she started to softly explain everything. He entwined their already touching tails. "Ghoststar is dead...." He trailed off quietly. He had never talked to the leader, only seen her, if they had been caught together though she would have surely had a stern talking to him, but they never did get caught, and Whitestar was only too observed in other things to pay attention to him. "No you shouldn't have been out on your own." He scolded playfully, but if she hadn't then they would never have met. He slowly led her away from the two obsidian cats wrestling together and out into the fresh air. "So what has been happening with the clans?" He asked. He gazed deep into her eyes for a moment before lowering his maw to his ear and whispering. "If we decide to leave you must remember we are still in separate clans and it wont be easy, if we really wanted to be together, one of us, would have to move clans, and thats not the start of it, we would have to get away from them, and my sister..."
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Post by raid on Mar 15, 2009 18:02:48 GMT -5
Persephone quickly rounded up the kits that were hers. Paroxysm, Cacophony, Dirge...and then there were the other three kits. They were not hers, but at the same moment they were. They had been brought up in Delirium, with Persephone as their mother. With her actual three kits as their siblings. The three were from Zephyrclan, and she knew that the clan had to be missing them. Whatever. She would be perfectly fine having more kits than she needed. In fact it helped the numbers of Delirium as well. As the sun poked its head through the clouds she beautiful slender tabby mother rose and stretched. She gave a lick to each of her kits. "Wake my little ones." She cooed softly. Watching as Cacophony stirred she secretly wished the she-cat hadn't turned out so scrawny. She was a tiny little thing, though Persephone had found her true daughter was a manipulative little thing. Sighing softly the mother watched as the rest of her kits stirred.
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Cacophony was the first to stir, pushing herself away from the double hued slim gray she-cat that was her 'sister'. Of course she didn't know anything different. Stirring she found herself pushing her tiny body into the air and stretching lightly. She gave a soft pounce towards her mother and skittered away slightly. She wasn't one to get into fights for she knew she'd lose them. She was more of a talker and manipulative kit. She got into her siblings minds and would drift away from them easily. She already was.
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Moonkit. The name was no longer used around her. The name was gone and she had never heard it, well maybe once at birth but now she wouldn't recognize it at all. Now she was named Nyxkit. Pretty little thing too. Her slim and slender bodice was agile though she wasn't going to grow up scrawny like her sister Cacophony. No. She would be lean and fit. As a lick was placed upon her head and claws dug into her back she quickly squirmed to her paws, pulling away from her sister and hissing. "Watch it Cacophony." She hissed softly. She was a strange she-cat. With a moody personality, though that was who she was. She was bipolar, easily. She wouldn't be able to befriend others easily and if there were any cats they would be here. Hearing the voice of her mother she blinked her eyes softly.
((Whoever plays Pepperkit and Rushingkit you'll have to rename them. Though they have to be kept ____kit for the purpose of recognizing them as once clan cats. ))
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Post by rowan on Mar 16, 2009 3:20:45 GMT -5
Sombrepaw looked up into her mentors eyes as she hissed into her ear. She nodded, she was slightly afraid now. But she knew that she was being taught a lesson for what she had done.
(MUSELESS)
Paroxysm woke up slowly, oh great, Nyxkit and Cacophany. Were they arguing? He hoped not, he really did. He didn't want to be listening to that all day. He didn't move, just sat where he was and watched. Maybe something interesting would happen with his siblings. Maybe a fight? That would be good to watch.. He looked up to his brother for a moment with his dark green eyes then to his sibllings once more.
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Rushingkit, now named Vexkit stirred and stretched out, raking the ground with his claws. He looked around at his siblings and noticed only three up at the moment, though surely the Dirge and Pepperkit would wake soon. He padded away slightly and turned back. If any fighting started he would be in there quickly, joining in. For now he sat silently, but inside he was smiling.
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Post by cat on Mar 16, 2009 16:34:19 GMT -5
After another low growl Silvercrescent pushed herself away from her apprentice, hastily licking the now matted fur around her belly. The cream fur had been turned a darker red brown as the sticky substance dried. Taking a deep breath, she slowly backed up a couple of steps, still staring at Sombrepaw. "Again." She meowed, narrowing her eyes.
OOC: Same here. >.<
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Post by rowan on Mar 17, 2009 16:43:06 GMT -5
Sombrepaw rolled over onto her belly as Silvercresent backed off, again? What could she do now? She supposed just make it up from now. She couldn't think of anything, uhhh mental block. She brothe in deeply and stared at her mentor. Suddenly she sprang forward and ram to Silvercresents side. She pushed her shoulder in it, hoping to push her over and possible wind her. But would she be strong enough?
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Post by lily ♫ on Mar 17, 2009 21:43:39 GMT -5
1500. <3
Her heatbeat was weak and her breathing was slow. The kit was barely alive. She had absolutely no emotional or physical appearance other than her ebony and ivory fur. The little girl was now known as Shreikkit, and she would never know a mother's true love. Her shreiking during the trip from ZephyrClan to Delirium's makeshift camp had only been her shrill squeaks and squacks that had somehow came out of her miniature mouth. Body quivering in fear and from the cold wrapping itself around her like a second set of freezing skin. The apprentice that had delivered them to this nursery had been reckless, and the dew from the dark plants had soaked her thin and soft fur. She squirmed helplessly as she tried to become warm. Around her she felt other kits moving and awakening, and the former Pepperkit opened her eyelids to squint. Eyes still more blue than any other color, they could see very little of her surroundings. What she did see, she did not like very much. There were five other kits near her, and they seemed to surround her mother. Some were her real blood, but she could not tell the difference between any of them. Her eyelids shut numerous times, and then she saw with more clarity. Shreikkit noticed that she was much larger than her sister, Cacophony. Her small mouth formed a small 'O' as she let out a yawn. She dragged herself towards her mother so she would be warmer, and then she nodded off for a few moments.
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Post by raid on Mar 18, 2009 16:59:14 GMT -5
Persephone noticed that one by one her kits were waking. She smiled lightly, noticing Shreikkit move towards her. The mother softly pulled the she-cat towards her, snuggling her in her warm medium length fur. "Oh hush now Nyxkit." She murmured softly. She would never hold the same love for the other three kits as she did her own but the least she could do was pretend. She had to make it seem as if she was their real mother. That was the goal after all. To raise them like Delirium cats. Like all cats should be. Watching as Dirge did not stir she liked the larger tom kits in the litter. "Wake my sleepy one." She spoke quickly. "Or you're being left here while your siblings and I head out." Her voice was slightly harsh. Might as well get them used to it now. If they didn't know the real world of Delirium they never would..
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Post by cat on Mar 20, 2009 21:40:39 GMT -5
For a moment, Silvercrescent crouched there, the early daylight beginning to fall across their small clearing. Smooth as an adder, the she-cat darted out of the way. She whipped herself around, already feeling herself falling back into the complicated and usually bloody dance they called fighting. She could hear her breathing speed up, feel her heart pounding. Her eyes gleamed as she swiped a paw in Sombrepaw's direction, hoping to make contact. "You have to be faster, or you'll never reach them with a movement like that." She hissed.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Mar 22, 2009 11:58:13 GMT -5
There were all thesestupid outcasts, there, next to him, squirming next to his mother, which, in his young mind, was unacceptable. Next time they 'play' fought, he would show them where they belonged. Sure, he was only armed with needle-like claws and brittle milk teeth, but these disgusting 'siblings' had nothing better, and they didn't share his cruel bloodline, either. No, his lineage, though he could hardly recall it, was something to be proud of, unlike the other three worms sucking up to his dam. They were bred of sissy, inpudent little clan cats, as he could remember his mother ranting on about, but he, he was pure Delirium and passion for blood. Hearing Persephone's sweetly cruel voice, young Dirge curled his thick limbs closer to himself, and they were coated in downy brown fur, they served as a nice pillow, almost better than his mother's soft belly. Still, her voice cme again, with a sharp edge to it that tempted his lids wide open. Up popped his handsome face, gray-blue kitten eyes milky with sleep, and hunger knawed at his belly, but it was apparent that Persephone would allow no suckling right now, so, with a long, quiet hiss, Dirge arched his back and fluffed up his hackles frustratedly. Stretched and well rested, he let out a wordless squeak and stood up, already beginning to tower over his other siblings, except for Paro, who was hardly smaller. Swivelling his head to glare at the pathetic white lump still curled up to his mother, Dirge attempted to spit distainfully, but ended up accidentally letting drool slip down his chin. Sheepishly, so no one would see, he wiped it away and glared even harder at Shriekkit, as if he could burn a hole through her with his gaze only. And when that didn't work, he gave a surprisingly low growl for his age,. and nudged her roughly. "Up." He snapped, then turned away as if he held no interest in her lazy affairs. |
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Post by lily ♫ on Mar 27, 2009 22:36:37 GMT -5
The sound of her brother, Dirge, awakened her from her short sleep. A playful growl ripped through her throat and mouth, and she leaped at him. "You're not the boss of me!" She hissed as she tried to pin him down. There was a snarl upon her face, but it was not real. Her ivories flashed at him in a horrid smile, and then she sat down. Lifting her minuet paw, she put her tongue to it and licked it clean while playing the innocent act.
ooc: so. tired. barely. awake. sorry it's short. |
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Post by leafy on Apr 1, 2009 17:28:42 GMT -5
A smirk crossed Scorchedpetal's face, but for once it wasn't satisfaction at doing something mean. It felt good when someone showed so much interest in you. Shatter was pretty cool, and Scorchy could admit that. She watched as the she-cat's face lit up and let an inaudible purr of humor enter the din. "Let's just go out into the territory and see what we find first, does that sound okay?" Scorchedpetal mewed, already slowly walking towards the exit of camp. Even tough all the chaos was going on, it seemed like it all revolved around Scorchedpetal's world and things happened to please her. It sounded ridiculous, but in her mind it made complete sense. [/blockquote] |
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Post by thymespeckle on Apr 12, 2009 17:07:39 GMT -5
Shatter nodded, and her eyes lit up at the evil look that crossed Scorchedpetals face. She had a feeling she would learn to like her mentor then most apprentices did, and mostly because they had the same things in mind. Evil thoughts, killing, harmful doings. She and Scorchedpetal would get along alright, most certainly. Thoughts of taking over Deliruim and sinking her teeth into Shards nasty throat were already filling her head as she trotted, or slunk more like it, after Scorchy out of camp. This would be very very fun. [/size] ooc; Lol I lov it already! They should discuss what they are both thinking lol Mo. |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Apr 19, 2009 13:57:36 GMT -5
His scent was like a drug, intoxicating the she-cat until she thought she would faint and fall into the most pleasant void, surrounded with his tender words and touches. They could stand like this forever, breathing each others sweet aroma with those smiles, so sickened with themselves for what they'd done. Yes. Ghoststar was dead. Vividstar was too young to lead still, but she would probably do okay. "I know." She finally mewed, her voice a leadweight compared to his, and her golden eyes just as heavy and sullen when she looked up, yet for some reason, she couldn't possibly regret waltzing outside of camp and being captured like this. "But if I hadn't left, then I never would have found you, nor you me." She sighed, but this sigh was brimming with relief and happiness, contering the mourning solumness in her gaze. "We would have gone through life so lonely.." Not we, you. She reminded herself, looking at the dazzlingly handsome tabby tom. He would have found any number of she-cats as he pleased. This didn't bother her, he was happy to see her. He didn't hate her. He wanted her. Maybe just as much as she wanted him, though that was near well impossible. The clans? "We can't go back." She stated bluntly, casting a glance over her shoulder. "They will find his and kill us, or make us suffer all our lives. They will do something cunning and evil to us unless we stay here, you don't understand what these cats are like. I was nearly force-mated or murdered. Torchblade if you pretend you hate me, if you just try to treat me like some wrothless piece of female and act so distainfully murderous as these cats, Shard.. he'll 'assign' you to me. You can act like Im a burden and you'll have to fight with them, but we can be together forever," Her gaze was now pleading, worried, terrorized. |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Apr 20, 2009 15:11:26 GMT -5
The handsome ginger tom looked down into the eyes of his only love and gulped. He could see the terror in her vivid yellow orbs, could he ever bring himself to treat her wrong? "Breakie." He purred gently. "Do not be afraid, I can easily fight these buggers, I am not at all a weak tom." He purred. Then he frowned slightly. "Only you can defeat me." He added solemnly. His eyes were big and gentle, he loved this little girl so much, and there was nothing he could do about it, of course she wasn't little. She was a beautiful she-cat and she could look after herself as she had done it in the past, but he hoped she would let him take over there, and he knew that he would not fail. "We have to be strong now." He told her sternly. Everything she had just told him made his insides weep with sorrow, loss and worry. He would not let Breakingdawn escape him for the second time, no longer would he let her be away from him. He wanted to be the one to watch her all the time, to look after her, not that he would expect that from any other cat her. "I will protect you." He told her. He was deadly serious too. He took a breath and looked around him. "These cats do not scare me, yet their ways disgust me, however I do not feel I could attack my sister, or my old friends, but if I get to keep you.....I promise I wont really be like them, I wont fall to them, I will be a skillful actor, as well as fighter, and I will not let them change me." He told her. He pressed close to her, pushing his nose into his fur before reluctantly pulling away. "Learn some manners she-cast honestly, wouldn't want that pretty face to get scratched would you?" He hissed, prowling out of the shadows of the cave so he would be in view of Shard. He rolled his eyes, but inside he was crumbling.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Apr 21, 2009 15:24:27 GMT -5
"I would never call you weak, Torchblade," The slender brown tabby, eyes sparkling in the dimly-lit den cut him off sharply, "It is a wonder that you still loved me so much you didn't kill me when I broke your heart." She meowed quietly, eyes flitting to the side, glancing over her should, wary. "But you cannot take them all, there are many, they are big, and strong, and more cruel than you could imagine." The prinsonered hissed sharply, meeting his deep amber eyes and drowning in them like a vat of warm honey, "Don't get yourself killed. We are fleet, but they are numerous," She murmured, pressing her delicate face firmly into his pale neck, slipping her tongue out and giving his chest a few swift licks for him, they began their dangerous performance, and as he spoke harshly, she did her best acting skills. Being such a loner all of her life, not talking all to much, not caring all too much, she wasn't top notch at playing sily make-like games, but Breakingdawn, with ease, acted stung, as she stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over her long hind legs with uncharacteristic clumsiness, as if blinded by his changed self. She wasn't, but if Shard thought so, then it would be alright. "What have you become?" She whimpered, golden eyes narrowing sharply and quickly, to horizontal slits. "You're nothing but a dirty rouge anymore!" The tabby she-cat shouted at him, acting as though she had swallowed thorns and made her voice as dangerous as them.
With amusement flashing in her own topaz eyes, Scarletsnow watched, grinning with a touch of exasperation as something suggestive danced in the tom's blue ones. "Oh what do I see in you!" She laughed, cuffing him over the nose and curling her tail quickly, shaking her head. "Maybe if you catch me in the right mood, later, but now? Get over yourself!" The big she-cat teased, winking playfully as she darted up once more from her sitting position. "As fo joining the fun, I'd love to, but a scuff with clanmates? It's always a good frolick, bu Shard would probably get mad if I killed anyone, and that's what I want. I want to do some damage.." Her rough voice trailed slightly, just before a mischeivious grin lit her broad ashen face, eyes twinkling. "Oh yeah, that's what I saw, see, in you." Scarletsnow purred, twitching her whiskers. "I like the way you think, Phantomcry. We could probably get a couple more kits from the clans, if we tried. We aren't exactly stealthy, but who needs stealth with claws like these?" She asked, then winked. "C'mon-" She cut off and nodded with her mate's words. Indeed, there was a supremely handsome young tom near Shard, with that prisoner. Her rescuer, perhaps? Silly tom. He'd never get a Delirium prisoner. Shrugging it off for Shard to deal with, she turned her head back to face the gray tabby point tom questionly. "So? Where to?"
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