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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jun 10, 2011 11:35:11 GMT -5
SHARD
It was a strange thing for him to admit to himself. He would miss those that he was used to having around him. Mostly his sister, Eclipseomen, as well as his good friends, Scarletsnow and Phantomcry. Shard rarely felt any strong feelings for another, it was simply out of character for him. However, his sister had been his partner in crime for a long time and every evil genius needs their partner in crime, right? Scarletsnow had also been one of the few she-cats he could call a friend rather than an object. She was wise and feisty, unlike her mate who had been less intelligent but his claws and muscles were very impressive. It was strange to think about how this morning was most likely the last time he would see his two acquaintances, but there was no doubt about his sister popping up somewhere again - as she always did. Yet again she was running off with another stupid tom cat. It was always the stupid ones she went off with, then again, that way she was able to control them and manipulate them the way she liked. But his friends were now in the past and he had to focus on the future.
His large black paws silently moved over the terrain, despite the two moon old kits that were hanging from his maw by their scruff. A growl escaped the corner of his maw as the smaller kit, the she-kit, squealed. He had no time for any cats that might find them, but lucky for him Tempestclan was easily accessed without having to cross through the territory of any other clan. Stopping he put the kits down, where they began to wriggle, as he stopped to scent the air, he was near their border and soon he would be in their territory. He had no fear for his charm was enough to talk him into any situation that got thrown at him, plus him having kits with him would make any of the clan cats fall to his demands. After all, no warrior could turn away a kit in danger no matter where it has come from. It was the perfect excuse. Then again he did care some what for Karma and Rift. They were the kits of two very strong warriors so it was very possible for them to grow into very strong warriors, especially that tom. He stretched his maw wide and picked them up again before beginning to move onwards.
As his dark soul was nearing the clan, so were thick black clouds. With them they brought the thread of a vivid spring storm and with him he brought a haunted soul and a dangerous ambition. This new experience of life would be a fun one. Just as expected the Tempestclan stench grew stronger and stronger until it was clearly the most dominant scent, marking the border between no mans land and their territory. Without hesitation he moved over the border, stalking quietly through the forest and as he did the foliage grew thicker. Moving quietly he narrowly avoided running into one of their border patrols, idiots, and crept further into the territory. He had no plans of stopping until he had reached the camp. He would knowingly tug on Voidstar's heart strings, for unlike his brother he had to heart strings, leaving him to be the cruel and homicidal one of the litter. For he had no heart, he was all head. His only play was known to other cats as battle, and he made sure it was rarely he whose blood was spilled. In other words the kits were in good hands, as long as he could get him to the only other queen he knew, Siv. Goodness knows what his litter of kits, born to her, would be like. Probably crazy.
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Post by Dawn on Jun 10, 2011 12:02:49 GMT -5
* DREAMFEATHER
[/size][/font] Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
She hadn't liked it when that 'Adderprance' or whatever ridiculous name she went by appeared, disrupted Tempestclan. Voidstar had sensed, she was certain, how strong Dreamfeather's suspicions were of the outsider. Of all outsiders, in fact. She had spent a lot of the time she should have been sleeping on night duty, keeping watch over the queen. The silver bengal became increasingly agitated and silent, rarely speaking through the day time, and causing rumors from her clanmates that so much time under the cold moon had iced over her heart. Some claimed that she had become moonstruck.
Oh, this is no moon madness.
Cold, predatory blue eyes scanned the undergrowth. A border patrol of one, not the most intelligent. But she was filled with a new kind of beastly feeling. Fire burned in Dreamfeather's veins; she felt she could leap any river, climb any mountain, defeat any enemy. Her claws, too, blazed with ambition to slash and even kill for Tempestclan, the clan that had become her sanity. The clan that had become her family, even when only her uncle and cousin remained. Her parents were long gone now, and there were few left to be proud of her accomplishments. Who did she have to prove herself to, other than Voidstar? Maybe she was just trying to prove something to herself.
Dreamfeather ducked low in the grasses as the wind changed and scents were carried toward her. New scents, scents that didn't belong in her territory. A growl rumbled deep, unheard, in the back of her throat. Her claw sank into the soft, damp ground, tail lashing as she pinned it against the ground and drug herself forward with agonizing slowness. Her heart hammered in her chest with anticipation. There had been another border patrol out, a group, ahead of her; why, now, did they not catch this intruder and make him pay for his arrogance?
Luckily, the wind blew in her direction, toward Tempestclan camp, which was not far. She began to backtrack, with her silver back turned toward the wind, still able to catch scent and stay hidden but moving with the intruder and not toward him. When they were not far from camp, her heartbeat having slowed to a manageable pace, her breathing rasping softly in her throat, she made sure she was ahead of the tom and swiftly gained a good ten foxlengths on him. Then, she began following the scent back to his path, or where she thought he was, and ducking out of the brush with a throaty growl, into the path of Shard... and harm's way.
The tall, lean bengal drew back her lips and snarled, her white fangs glistening, lips parted on her powder hued maw. Her eyes were the color of ice, a frozen pond, but they burned like cold flames now, narrowed, pale pink nostrils flaring. She stood rooted to the spot ahead of the black tom, her shoulders barred, clearly ready to defend the territory, but in a safe position; close enough that she could call for help from camp if necessary, or 'escort' this tom back to Tempestclan, and Voidstar. And speaking of him, the two have quite a resemblance...
"What is your business in Tempestclan territory?"[/b] Dreamfeather called to him, challenging, her voice unyielding. Her tail no longer lurked at the ground, out of sight, but lashed back at forth behind her. Her claws were carefully sheathed, now, however. There was something about the tom that frightened her within, though she broke no face in showing it. There was something formidable in him, and his scent was one she didn't trust... Delirium. If it came to a fight, she surely would find herself badly injured. Dreamfeather would call for reinforcements, if worse came to worst, and then they could drive him away; but her thoughts were disrupted when she noticed something she, at her distance, had not. Kits. He carries kits. In the jaws of the black tom were two young kittens, perhaps a few moons old. One was male, the other female. Her eyes did not soften, but a sliver of doubt was in her. Had he stolen these kits? They did not appear to be in any great distress. Still, he could not fight with two young cats to watch over, and she could not fight him while he still bore them. She waited impatiently for his answer, uneasy now. [/size] [/blockquote] |
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Post by lace ! on Jun 10, 2011 13:43:33 GMT -5
[/font][/size] A pebble in the water
Makes a ripple effect
Every action in this world
Will bear a consequence
thud. thud. thud.[/i] That was the sound of paw steps on the moor. An orange tabby pelt weaved in between the grass, trying to stay hidden. The warrior, Flamestripe, has spotted his deputy padding out of camp, alone. It seemed odd to him, deputies almost never left alone, they were always with hunting patrols or border patrols. Or, at the very least, their leader. Pausing every couple steps, the tom was attempting to track the she-cat. His nose was not the best in the clan, but thankfully, the wind was to his advantage at the moment. Cautiously, his pelt started to bristle as he followed her scent to the meeting point of another scent. Hackles raised, Flamestripe tip-toed further, until he caught sight of the she-cat. She was flattened against the ground, and creeping alone. Suspicious. He thought absently, taking another paw step ahead. Ears strained forward, the tom listened intently as the she-cat stopped. Standing upright, he gave his chest fur a few licks, and called out. "Hey! Dreamfeather![/color] He shouted. "What are you-" He began, but stopped abruptly. He noticed another cat, black in appearance, with two objects dangling from his muzzle. His eyes grew wide as he noticed Dreamfeather calling the cat. "What is your business in Tempestclan territory?" She called, her tone sending a shiver down Flamestripe's back. Her voice was serious, and strict. He paused briefly, imagining her yelling at him. Smiling to himself, she strained his ears again, listening for the trespassers reply. When he heard none, he padded out of hiding, stalking close to Dreamfeather. He planted his paws firmly in the ground, his tail twitching slightly. "Dreamfeather? He said, his voice sharp and accusing. "What is this trespasser doing on our territory? And why have you not chased him out yet?"[/color] He asked, his voice holding a deadly amount of seriousness. He let a moment pass, before he began laughing. "Kidding!"[/color] He shouted, eyes bight and cheery. The tom has no idea how serious the situation really was, or what kind of threat the trespasser imposed on him and his clan. After a few long moments, Flamestripe stopped laughing and sat down, flicking his tail back and forth. He let his gaze flicker from his deputy to the trespasser, and back again. It took all his concentration not to start laughing again. Obviously, they had no idea how to have fun. Fidgeting, the arrogant tom couldn't take the silence. Instead of being patient, he unsheathed his claws and began carving something in the dirt. After a few seconds, he looked up, screwing up his eyes in the sunlight. Blinking, he sheathed them, and sat, quietly, waiting.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font] |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jun 10, 2011 13:54:48 GMT -5
SHARD
Keeping up his hasty stalk he kept his ears, eyes and scent glands alert. Although, his scent glands were blocked considerably by the scent of kits; the scent of milk. As he traveled he became aware of the occasional faint rustle that was slightly too close for comfort. It was quite enough to have been a mouse scurrying over the forest floor, but it was also loud enough to have been a creature the size of him. No doubt a creature whose land he was trespassing on. However, both possibilities could be true and after the rustle seemed to follow him persistently he settled on the conclusion that it was a clan cat. They were obviously staying out of sight and out of his scent glands too as he felt the breeze tickle his face as it raced past him before calming again, and it only carried the forest scents. Although, the Tempestclan scent was getting stronger - even more so than it had been at the border. Bingo. Tempestclan central. Their clan. Their home. Their leader.
This train of thought had been enough to distract him momentarily from his thoughts of being stalked but when he listened again there was nothing obvious. That was until a silver female with various swirled markings painted across her pelt stood in his path. Shard didn't like any cat stand in his path, for he went where he pleased. All in a moment he processed his enemy. Her body language had a clear air of challenge about it, but nothing he couldn't handle judging by her smaller frame, although most cats to him appeared small these days. Also suggested by her body language was an air of authority, honestly, this cat though she held authority over him? Just another typical ambitious Tempestclan cat eagerly looking to please his brother. Then again, perhaps she did have a position of authority. Quickly recalling all he knew about the clans the word deputy came to mind but he quickly pushed it out of his head. No brother of his would let a she-cat come into a position of authority. It was practically impossible.
Against her pelt her eyes looked somewhat striking, although they were clearly scrutinizing his every move and not bothering to make it subtle. Maybe it was just a mask. Every intelligent cat should fear him, and he loved fear, he fed on fear. It made sparks fly from within. Yet he could not be sure of her feelings, despite the clearly hostile expression she wore. He drew in her scent but nothing obvious hung in it, but the moment she felt scared he would know and he would home in on it.
Setting the two kits down on the ground he nudged them under his belly hushing Karma as she squealed to him. "I'm hungry Shard!" She squeaked. She was going to be a vocal one. "I will chew up some mouse for you soon." He promised, giving his best effort to make his tone sound almost kind, but instead it came out as level and fair. He didn't do kind. Plus by the time soon came they would be with Siv and he would seldom have to think about feeding them. Yet, he never properly took his gaze from the she-cat before him. The only ones he could be sure that would not attack him at the present were the kits he sheltered. As he looked up he caught sight of another cat and his eyes narrowed into slits momentarily almost as if he wanted to silence that cheery sing-song tone right their and then, but then he remembered he was being watched. "Did Starclan not tell you I was coming? Or did my brother not mention his dreams to you?" He asked tilting his head gently to the side, his tone curious but firm. Oh the drama one simple comment could stir up. He had caused fights many times in the past from saying things he shouldn't have, but that is exactly why he said them - because he shouldn't have.
He cleared his throat and kept his eyes guarded. They did not burn at the prospect of a challenge, nor were they round and begging for sympathy. They remained neutral and if any expression showed it was the slightest hint of satisfaction and defiance. A carefully measured yawn escaping his maw, just enough to show how sharp his fangs really were, but not enough to make the she-cat think he was obviously taunting her.
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Post by Dawn on Jun 10, 2011 14:01:11 GMT -5
* DREAMFEATHER
[/size][/font] Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
He had been farther ahead of her, and though she had heard his occasional sound, had not heeded it as dangerous. Just another clan member who would not invade on her business, what she was determined to see through as her business... No, of course it wasn't just a cat that would mind his own business. It was that young pest, Flamestripe. As he bounded out into the open, exposing himself to enemies, her growl turned menacing, and one word rang sharply in her mind, out of her lips in a soft, harsh snarl: "Idiot." What did it matter to him what she was doing? She was the deputy, and he was a moron, who had seen only, she was certain, half a year of warriorship. His life was precious because it was a Tempestclan life; but she could not repress her deep agitation with him, and the aggressive way of her tail slapped back and forth, ready for a fight, betrayed it. That he even would suggest that she, a pure blooded Tempestclan female (forget what her mother had done, the betraying fox), would meet a tom of another clan... It was an embarrassment to the entire clan, and she felt the weight of it. As if I had any interest in love, of all the ridiculous, numb skulled...
It might have been how she saw everyone, but she thought that the black tom was definitely a threat; an immense, violent threat. He had eyes that were so familiar they made her cold; and they seemed even harsher than Voidstar's, whose emotions she had long tried to decipher. He could take Flamestripe's throat out, and mine too, if he wanted to. It would be useless to send the younger warrior back to camp, so instead she moved nearer to him, though it did not appear as if this outsider wanted a fight. For a brief moment the silver bengal she-cat eyed the two kits, her tail tip twitching with irritation, before she at last steeled herself and relaxed, her expression cool and political. She would see this little matter settled.
Dreamfeather continued to gaze with hard blue lights at the outsider, ignoring his speaking to the young female. She was definitely not a stolen kit, that much was clear now, by her behavior. "Starclan!? Rotten rat bits! Let me just roll over and show you my belly, then!" Dreamfeather snapped sarcastically, not believing a word of it. In truth, she had never been a firm believer in Starclan; more of those 'what matters is how we live, not how they died' kind of cats. It wasn't like Starclan could keep her clan alive in leafbare, or tales of the grandeur that awaited her after death could fill the bellies of the elders. Her thin belief probably wasn't great, being the deputy and all and thus destined to become a leader in the future, but, then, what Tempestclan cat had a whole lot of faith? They were hardened, strong warriors, not cats who needed nonsense to cling to.
Dreamfeather lost patience fast, stamping the ground with a large silver foot. "Enough of this. If you want to fill Voidstar with your babbling nonsense," and at this she paused to add mockingly, "Starclan this, Starclan that, oh, how important I am!" before finishing, "Then you'll return to camp under my watch. You are an unwanted guest. Either way, you've no business here and no cat will trust you. Come with me, or leave and never return." Those were the rules of the game, and she stated them. There would be no other options, not unless they involved blood. It was no doubt that an entire clan of battle hardy warriors could make this rogue meat to be wasted. Dreamfeather would never doubt the strength of her clanmates.
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Post by lace ! on Jun 10, 2011 17:24:24 GMT -5
[/font][/size] A pebble in the water
Makes a ripple effect
Every action in this world
Will bear a consequence
huff. puff. huff.[/i] That was the sound of breathing, coming from the three cats that stood in a triangle formation. Flamestripe listened intently as his deputy, Dreamfeather, and the trespasser, so far unnamed, discussed something of seeming uttermost importance. The loner mentioned something of StarClan, which made Flamestripe's tail bristle. How did a loner know about StarClan!? Never mind the fact that he was using the word so sparingly. Churning the earth with his claws, his gaze flitted to Dreamfeather as she spoke. "You are an unwanted guest. Either way, you've no business here and no cat will trust you. Come with me, or leave and never return." She spoke, her voice filled with hatred and bitterness. Moving a bit closer to the she-cat, Flamestripe cocked his head at the loner. "Do you, know this loner, Dreamfeather?"[/color] He asked curiously. He scented the air, the trespassers putrid smell filling his lungs. Resisting the urge to cough, the tom went on. "You look like Voidstar. You know that?"[/color] He began, his eyes glinting with playfulness. "But I bet somebody's already told you that, right? They must have, seeing as how you mentioned your brother. He's obviously in TempestClan, right? I bet he is."[/color] The tom mewed, only pausing to take quick breaths. "Who is it?" He chided. "Who is it!"[/color] Not bothering to wait for a reply, he circled his deputy. He put his muzzle close to her ear, letting the scent of his breath wash over her. "I heard that comment earlier, by the way."[/color] He whispered, eyes bright. "And I know you didn't mean it. You love me, everyone loves me."[/color] He chanted, voice louder. He pressed his flank against hers. "You loooooove me!"[/color] He cooed, purring with amusement. He stopped moving for a second, putting on his serious face once again. "I know it's against the code, but it's okay to love me. As long as we don't tell Voidstar." He said teasingly, running the tip of his tail over her flank. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font] |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jun 11, 2011 9:51:33 GMT -5
SHARD
Long black whiskers twitched in a amusement as the cat scolded her clan mate. Of course he could not blame her as the young tom had clearly been unable to hold his tongue and had spoken out at an inappropriate time. He could tell that he was quite young from his lack of ability to hold his tongue and the fact that he still had a lot of room for growing muscle which tom cats began to do as they aged, changing from a large and lanky cat to a large and muscular cat.
From watching her he saw the look that she gave the kits and the way her tail buzzed slightly at the end. "Attack me if you want." He purred smoothly. "But don't blame me when you get hurt." He added, his eyes sparkling. He could easily fight if he pushed the two kits to the side, plus seeing his battle moves would only be good for them. Taking a step forward his ear twitched expectantly. He hadn't intended to fight, he only wanted to speak with Voidstar but by giving her the option it would be her head on the table if she made the first move.
"Well at least we are on the same boat here she-cat, Starclan have no place where I am concerned, but feel free to follow that action through." He chuckled. Oh he could be so funny. His eyes twinkled slightly and his talk flicked to the side absently as the kits squeaked from beneath him. Was this she-cat really so cold as to ignore the squealing of hungry kits? For even he, of all cats, had a particular soft spot for these two because he they they would serve him well one day. They were also lucky to be with him, for even his own kits he did not keep around for lengthly periods of time, nor did he pay a lot of attention to them.
Laughter was present in his eyes as the she-cat began to lose her cool. Someone clearly wasn't very good at keeping herself under control and he doubted her skills at playing mind tricks on others two. She couldn't be as important as she thought she was. In response Shard smacked the ground with a large black paw, his claws sending droplets on mud flying around. "Look I can do that too." He purred with a wink of his left eye. "Voidstar will not find what I have to say nonsense, although may I ask the name of the pretty female escorting me?" He asked, both of his amber eyes shining with delight. Delight at the fact she would hate him even more for saying that. "My brother, little ginger tom, is Voidstar, so yes that does mean I was born here." He added calmly. His eyes scanning both cats to see their reactions, although he ignored the bumbling from the ginger tom that followed.
Picking up both kits firmly in his jaw he stalked forward, pausing by the female silently questioning why she was still standing there and not going up ahead through his facial expression.
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Post by Dawn on Jun 11, 2011 10:15:24 GMT -5
* DREAMFEATHER
[/size][/font] Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Flamestripe was just about on her last nerve. Oh, how she wished to bite him, just a quick bite, turn and sink her teeth into his scruff like an idiot apprentice... She scowled at him instead, the effect of the pretty silver bengal viciously narrowing her blue eyes rather odd. She ignored his question of if she knew the tom, for she thought she had a good idea, though didn't wish to share it with him. "Shut your trap, you lazy flea eater." Dreamfeather snarled at his constant chatter, demanding gossip from Shard as though they were old, buddy buddy friends. What, did they share tongues every evening? What a stupid, cowardly... Focus on the black tom.
Before she could get her mice in a row, though, he got in her space. Not the rogue, but Flamestripe. Her fur burned with rage as he so clearly invaded her personal space, chanting his stupidity, and she lost her temper right there. Dreamfeather snapped her head to the side and shoved the smaller tom with her shoulder, pushing him harshly away. His tail on her flank burned, and her anger made her fur even hotter as she stepped away, completing the gap between the two clanmates. "Respect your deputy, or I'll have you cleaning the elder's dens for as long as it takes those kits to be warrior age." She snarled menacingly, her threat serious enough. She had no feelings for the tom. In fact... She was beginning to utterly despise him. Don't tell Voidstar? Like she would let him know of this outrage. She would put him on extra patrols though. Two in the dawn, two in the morning, two at sunhigh... Why am I so worked up? Because he got close to me? Dreamfeather sighed and seemed to cool down at last as she focused her crystal lights on the rogue.
He dared her to attack, but she wouldn't take up that challenge. "I don't think that will be happening. Nor will I roll over for you. We aren't in the same boat, let alone the same forest." She could pin this upstart warrior, Flamestripe, in less time than it took to wash her fur. But the black tom, she had no knowledge of his battle skills, and she didn't wish to learn them. She shot a 'be quiet' glare at her clanmate, stepping forward to near the black tom. Her body did not tremble any longer with anger; she had taken that under control, reigned that in, after her quick physical push against the tom. She might have seemed easy to control emotionally; she had a lot broken about her feelings. But there was one thing she had noticed in the tom, his clear arrogance that she was of no importance and had no say in whether he passed or not. So with contained, cold words, she meowed, "Dreamfeather, deputy under your 'brother.'" She knew who he was now, certainly. The Delirium scent made it clear, and she was on her guard. Ignoring what might have been caused by her pushing him, Dreamfeather spoke to her clanmate. "Bring up the rear, Flamestripe. Voidstar will want to hear of this. Let's go.
She took the lead without waiting to see whether her command was carried out. She didn't trust him to guard her back, so her senses were on full alert for an attack. Shard. Dreamfeather didn't know much about him, but it seemed she was about to learn... They were close to camp, and so she lead them in, headed for Voidstar's den. He wouldn't like this, she was certain. But what else was there to do but keep calm and do her best? "Voidstar, we have unexpected guests." She called into his den, toneless.
OOC. So, have Voidstar respond after this? Kind of a messy posting, I'm sorry, the turns might get messed up. x3
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jun 11, 2011 12:17:08 GMT -5
VOIDSTAR
A familiar voice interrupted his dreams, causing his eyes to snap open and his pupils to narrow to thin slits. His annoyance wasn’t due to his clan mate waking him, but because Starclan had given him nothing, yet again. Around a moon ago they had left a shard of glass outside his den as a little present but since then he had been trying all he could to figure out what it meant. The only interesting thing that had happened in Tempestclan was Siv, now known as Adderdance, appearing and asking for shelter and he could not for the life of him figure out how that would have anything to do with a shard of glass puncturing his rough black pad. Nevertheless, Dreamfeather was calling; his eyes and ears around here, which was something that had taken a lot for him to admit.
Rising to his paws and shaking out his coat, so it stood at attention, he pushed his way out of his hollow at the very top of tree and paused on his ledge to look down over his clan. Before him he saw the outline of a large black cat, clearly a dominant tom, along with one of his warriors Flamestripe. Turning he caught sight of Dreamfeather and nodded in greeting to his deputy. ”Nice work, find out anything interesting?” He asked signalling with his tail to the black shape below them. Shrugging it off he slipped past the silver female and padded down the narrow path embedded in the bark, before leaping down as the path came to an abrupt end.
A hostile growl rose in the leader’s throat as he stalked across the clearing like he owned the place to meet his guest. Oh what, that’s right, he does own the place. His gaze fell upon the tom cats features for the first time and his eyes narrowed to slits. Three things came into his head. Firstly, the tom carried the scent of Delirium with him and it was in that moment he knew that this was the homicidal rogue that went by the name of Shard, although luckily for Shard the two had never met properly in any battles, he always seemed to end up wrestling with the black cats allies while only catching a glimpse here and there of Shard out of the corner of his eye. Secondly, now that he had the chance to get a proper look at Shard’s features they started to look vaguely familiar. In fact both tom cats had the same wide set, muscular build and thick ebony fur. Despite the fact their eyes were different colours they were a similar shape and looking at the rogue opposite him felt a little like looking at his reflection in the lake. However, Voidstar was sure that his longer and fluffier black pelt made him considerably more handsome than the outsider. Lastly, the fact that Starclan had left a shard of glass outside his den for him to find, for they must have been warning him that Shard was coming. But was it a bad warning or a good warning? Was it really possible that this murderous rogue was his littermate, Shardkit? A sinking feeling that he felt inside told him it was possible and the fact that he recognised this tom was no mistake.
”What is your purpose here?” Voidstar growled as he began to circle the tom, his green eyes burning into the other tom cat’s pelt. ”Why have you come?” He hissed. The tiniest squeak caught him off guard in his hostile train of thought and his eyes settled on two kits that the tom had. Voidstar had been so lost in his own thought that he had barely even noticed the two scraps of fur. He was no medicine cat but he guessed that the two kits were a little young to be away from their mother. As a leader he would never lay a paw on the kits that Shard held.
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Post by lace ! on Jun 11, 2011 16:57:34 GMT -5
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 × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × gnoring his deputies threats, Flamestripe scooted close to her, only to frown when she began padding away. When she gave him an order, his pelt raised. Yes, she was the deputy, but her tone was unnecessary. After all, the trespasser had kits, how bad could he be? And he's Voidstar's brother. What is she getting so worked up about?
The patrol escorted the loner into camp, where Flamestripe saw Dreamfeather pad into his leaders den, and watched as his glorious leader came out, fur glistening. Eyes round with awe, he sat down, mesmerized by his leader. Feeling glad to be apart of the patrol, he suddenly became self-conscious, and began grooming himself. The fiery tom listening, all joking aside, as his leader interrogated the newcomer. Not only was he interested in listening to his leader, but he wanted to know more about his so-called 'brother.' Contently, the tom laid down quietly, watching with caution.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jun 12, 2011 8:27:39 GMT -5
SHARD
”Well actually there are a couple of reasons I am here.” He replied, ignoring the aggressive growl that had come from the leader. He took a moment to glance around him at the camp; it was so long since he had been here. The last time he had been in this camp he had been known as Shardkit and slept in the nursery along with Voidkit. Eveningkit, Eclipsekit and Reedkit had all been there too of course. He and Voidkit had always been arguing between one another over which was the best way to sneak out of camp or who knew the best attack move. Both of them had always wanted to be in control and he had left in search of something more, but Voidstar had stayed and that had paid off for the tom.
”I wanted to see my old litter mates and the last time I saw you I remember you were called Voidkit and not Voidstar, and your fur was so fluffy you could barely see out of it.” He added. Voidstar could not deny their shared heritage and if he had to recite every detail of their past together then he would gladly do so but he hoped he didn’t have to. ”It’s good to see you bro’ mind if I shelter here for a bit?” He asked. ”I mean considering the warmth your little welcoming committee greeted me with I would be crazy to not want to hang around for a bit.” He added, glancing at the silver female out of the corner of his eye with a teasing gaze. He then glanced over at the ginger tom cat, actually surprised that the tom was able to hold his tongue after being in his presence for only a short while.
”Secondly I believe you may have seen a rusty coloured she-cat with a hot-headed temperament and a rather large belly?” He asked. ”Yes well she is the only queen I know and these kits need some milk to get the proper nutrients they need.” He told the leader. To be large strong cats who will serve me well, he added inwardly. His amber eyes glittered charmingly as he looked across at the dominant black tom. ”Say hello Karma and Rift.” He prompted and lightly pushed the two young kits forward to meet Voidstar. Karma, the female, was a small dilute calico kit and Rift, the male, was a matted ball of long-haired white, brown and silver fur. It was then when it actually hit him. Shard was actually telling the truth for once in his life, a rare sight to see.
VOIDSTAR
Voidstar tossed his head in the air and slowly lowered it to glare into Shard’s eyes. Although slowly his gaze lost any signs of hostility and remained absent of any emotion at all. Empty and expressionless, as a leader who is dealing with an intruder should be, he stopped in front of the rogue and watched him closely. ”You dare claim that we are related?” He hissed lightly. Even though something in Voidstar knew that there was a bit of truth to this story. Stopping he took a moment to scent the tom and after digesting his scent through his glands he came to the conclusion that he reeked of delirium and blood but hidden underneath that there was a familiar smell to him, one that he recognised from moons ago when they were both tiny kits. However, he remained guarded.
At the comment about the welcoming committee he looked around at his deputy and Flamestripe. It was possible that the ginger tom may have been a little nice but there was no way that Dreamfeather would have been nice. ”What do you think guys?” He asked Dreamfeather and Flamestripe before turning to glare at Shard. He wanted to embrace the fact that the two toms were related but everything was screaming at him from the inside, telling him not to and so he looked to his clan mates for help. He knew that if he took the tom in then none of his clan would be happy about it but on the other hand none of the other clans would be happy about it either, in fact they would most likely be angered by fear. Fear that Tempestclan had a homicidal cat within their clan and that they might come after them. Then again, what’s to stop the other clans from thinking they are keeping more than just Shard around? But it was not something for a clan to be proud of, taking in outsiders. It was almost seen as disgraceful which is why he gave Siv the name Adderdance and made her keep it under her hat. His eyes glittered as he looked quickly over at Dreamfeather and back again. Maybe having the other clans fear them would not be such a bad thing but that did not mean it would not turn bad for Tempestclan if Shard tried any tricks. Of course when it came to Tempestclan vs Shard he knew who was going to lose without question.
”Yes your little play mate is here, I suppose that was one of your tricks too?” He growled. He was not backing down just yet. ”And if you really are my brother then why did you leave? Where did you disappear to?” He added, a hint of menace laced with his tone.
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Post by Dawn on Jun 12, 2011 9:45:39 GMT -5
* DREAMFEATHER
[/size][/font] Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
She had been patiently watching, her tail coiling and uncoiling with vicious, calculated ease. The silver feline was ready to strike, like a snake, should Shard take any offensive positions, and be foolish enough to think he could win against the three of them with an entire camp of warriors behind them. She ignored the look that this 'Shard' sent her, drawing a stronger distrust for him than even for her mother, Russet. Rogues. They're all the same. Filthy betrayers! When she learned that Adderdance was work of his too, only could her body become colder, something fragile and dangerous working within. Dreamfeather wanted blood. It was foolish to think she could make other rogues pay for what had been dealt out to her, but still, she could try. That doesn't make me crazy, right?
As Shard thrust his burdens toward Voidstar, she inwardly recoiled. Dreamfeather did not hate kits. She wasn't a cruel individual! She usually felt an attraction to kits in the Tempestclan Nursery, imagining that at some point in the future they would grow and become strong. Then why do I feel so repulsed by these rogue kits, who do not bear clan names...? The lean silver bengal shivered faintly, turning her blue eyes back to Karma and Rift. It was impossible for her to like them, even if she told herself she did. They were rogues; and in her mind, all outsiders could not be trusted.
She was broken from her thoughts as her opinion was asked. Exchanging a glance with the finally quiet Flamestripe, she meowed quite roughly, "I don't trust him, Voidstar. He lied of Starclan and tried to manipulate us to gain access to the camp; but..." Her voice softened with the slight doubt that an outsider could have value to her clan. "He appears a powerful warrior," She had caught onto the idea that other clans might fear them with Shard among their ranks. Perhaps he could be ideal to them in holding their territory; the clans would be afraid to attack, and Tempestclan could live easy for as long as Shard decided to stay. Even Dreamfeather had felt cold inside at the thought of battle with him. She finished carefully, "And if you choose to accept him I will support your decision." That was obvious. In other clans, a deputy might show different ideas than the leader and oppose him or her. Dreamfeather kept her ideas private, though she certainly did agree with Voidstar's thoughts. If she didn't though, she would support what he decreed in the clans. If a deputy and clan were turned against a leader, chaos could break loose.
And we can't turn the kits away, can we? They surely are kin to our leader... As Voidstar demanded answers from Shard, she watched, again, quietly. They had seen the shard of glass in warning of the tom's arrival; a sign that could be bad or good. So Starclan did have some idea of what was going to happen, but they refused to let Voidstar or herself know of it. All they could tell was that it involved Shard? Pity, she could have figured out something big was going to happen with Shard all on her lonesome, without a 'sign.'
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
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Flamestripe blinked as he watched the trespasser and his leader converse. He couldn't help his gaze from flitting from cat to cat, he wanted to see their reactions. His paws shifting nervously on the ground, he listened as Dreamfeather spoke. ""And if you choose to accept him I will support your decision."
Tongue itching and paws shifting, he felt need to back-up his deputy. "I may act so, but I am not a fool. Dreamfeather is true and wise in saying he is a strong warrior." He said, holding his gaze level with his leaders. He knew his leader might not acknowledge his words, but it was worth saying, in any case. "I know you value your deputy's opinion over mine, but I believe it would be wise to take him in. He may serve the clan well; and he came bearing kits, surely that is good news for the clan."
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&& Nothing gold can stay ~
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jun 12, 2011 13:36:45 GMT -5
SHARD
The large black tom chuckled darkly and cast a glare at Voidstar. ”We both know we are related but whether or not you choose to accept that is your own issue.” He replied solemnly. ”We were both born to Pandora in this camp and if you don’t want to remember your own kit-hood then so be it.” This was taking longer than he had first anticipated; he wanted to hand the kits over already and curl up somewhere nice and warm to plot. Not stand here arguing with his brother. His brother had never been as stubborn as he had though and so it was only a matter of time before he gave in.
Rolling his eyes he let a sign escape his maw and watched as the leader asked for advice from the others. Really? A leader who was incapable of making decisions by their self. That was rather disappointing. He would have at least expected that Voidstar took advice from nobody and was totally in control. In other words a dictatorship, even if Starclan did insist upon a deputy. That just made it even easier to manipulate the tom but maybe there was more to him that there first appeared to be. Then again it was just like the silver female had said who the hell believes in Starclan? ”I am still here you know.” He added pointedly. It is a very rude thing to talk about someone as if they aren’t there when they are clearly standing in your presence.
”If you must know Eclipseomen and I followed Pandora out of camp and we ended up being raised by her and our father until we finally returned here, caused some havoc, she ran off with yet another dumb-ass tom cat and here I am.” He explained in short, his expression very bored indeed. What kind of an interrogation was this? Was there not going to be any fighting at all? His claws really were itching for a fight. Just wait until he met one of the other clans at the border. ”Although feel free to use me just like your clan mates suggest, although if I do say so myself their opinions are slightly dry, it’s all been done before if you get me?” He chuckled darkly again. It was very out of character for him to be laughing so much, but then again he was laughing at himself which was rather normal for him.
VOIDSTAR
Voidstar growled to silence the trespasser. He had no right to be speaking unless he was answering a question. Then he stopped to think to himself. It had been a long time since he had done anything spontaneous, or slightly more fun than typical clan life. Maybe he was turning into one of those old boring leaders after only being in charge for a short time and he wasn’t going to let that happen. Tempestclan were supposed to be the ruthless clan around these parts, especially with Delirium gone. He needed to set a higher standard of rebellion for Tempestclan and lead them forward all the while proving to the other clans that they were not afraid, they were the strongest and the best. That’s when it hit him. He had lost his touch. After moons of monotonous gatherings and ceremonies he had lost his spark; the spark that had given him the ambition to become leader and to take charge.
This would not do. Turning he listened to the comments that his deputy and Flamestripe made, even though he had pretty much made up his mind about what he was going to do by that point in time. ”Yes, exactly what I was thinking, just making sure I am not going crazy.” He replied with a mysterious purr. Titling his head to the side his eyes glittered as he glared across at Shard. ”Dreamfeather I think we need to start showing what we are really made of around this forest.” He told his deputy before looking to Flamestripe. ”And you had better be behind me the whole way, although with that little comment you have proved to be a little wiser than you appear.” Voidstar teased. So maybe it was a little cruel, but so what? He was a little cruel.
Turning to Shard he opened his maw to speak. ”From this moment onwards you will no longer be known as Shard, but instead you shall be referred to as Blackshard.” He announced to the small group. He would not waste his time with calling Starclan to accept this cat, nor would he call the rest of the clan for he could not care less what they thought of his final decision. ”Rift, from this moment forward you shall be known as Aspenkit.” He called, looking at the small male kit and reaching down to touch noses with the tiny tom. ”And Karma, from this moment forward you shall be known as Cherrykit.” He told her and then bent to touch her nose. He stepped back to stand with Dreamfeather and Flamestripe to look at their new recruits. Inside he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of regret about the decision he had just made but he always had his revenge. ”Cross me and I promise you, you will be dead.” He growled at Blackshard. ”Adderdance is being guarded in the nursery, if the guard has any problems they can take them up with me.” He told Blackshard and flicked his tail in dismissal. He had no further wish for the tom to be in his presence, for now.
Looking over at Dreamfeather and Flamestripe he watched their expressions with careful eyes. ”I think I need to step thinks up a little, I can trust you to spread the word of our new arrivals Dreamfeather?” He asked his deputy. Then he looked at Flamestripe. ”You seem to want me to take some risks around here? You better not be trying to make me look like a fool.” He meowed to his warrior. His tone was slightly teasing although there was a hint of seriousness to it.
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Post by Dawn on Jun 12, 2011 20:45:19 GMT -5
* DREAMFEATHER
[/size][/font] Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Dreamfeather didn't catch Flamestripe's surprise that she would agree with Voidstar and support him, though she might have guessed as much. A few outside the clan had called her a suck-up, ready to roll over and play kit games with her leader. It wasn't that she was enamored with the tom, wanting to win his respect as she was a female, often seen lower by the black tom. No, it was just a fierce loyalty to her clan and to the leader who had given her a second chance after Russetclaw that kept her strong by his side. She wasn't a suck-up; she was grateful.
If he had been surprised, then it was the deputy's turn to show surprise. While, earlier, he had danced about her and pronounced her 'love' for him, in front of dangerous enemies no less, now he was backing up what she said. Hmmm, true and wise. Where's this coming from? Dreamfeather gave her silver fur a shake and turned one blue eye on him curiously, breaking slightly from her stern appearance. Whatever had happened in the last few minutes to him, apparently Flamestripe had gotten his wits about him. She agreed cautiously with a single nod. If the kits could become Tempestclan warriors, strong and clan-bred, surely she could get over her repulsion of them. Couldn't she?
Dreamfeather turned her attention back to Shard. It was true, she felt that; Voidstar and Shard were made of the same stuff, and not just physically... She made a note to speak to him later and get his opinion on their relation. For now, she kept her ideas to herself. She said nothing as Shard pointed out that he was present while they spoke of him. Frankly, she didn't give a flying mousetail how they spoke of him, even if he was there. He was an outsider to her, and she would never see him as anything but. She wasn't cold enough to want to see him killed on the spot; but if he tried anything, she was ready... Even so, she'd rather have never had him brought back to Tempestclan, whether he was a strong warrior and of use to them or not.
We're all crazy if we think letting this tom in won't bring trouble. Still, the effect of a purr mixed with a glare from the black tom was devastating. His idea of making Tempestclan strong and fierce again, the most fierce clan in the forest by far, also sat well with her. Not that it wasn't already; it was just that, perhaps, in all of the going ons, the other clans had forgotten it a little. Well, they would be forced to remember now... Even if it took help from this Shard character.
He's giving him a name now? She thought it bold to give the tom a clan name, so quickly, though realized that, of course, Starclan wouldn't have much use in accepting Blackshard into the clan. Not that, of course, she gave a damn about that. They would do what they thought was right; they always had. Aspenkit and Cherrykit... No longer Rift and Karma. That was well; they were clan kits now, no matter whether they had lived a bit outside of Tempestclan, or who their parents were. If they were raised here, raised right, she was certain that they would be as strong as if Tempestclan blood ran in their veins.
Though 'gossip' did not seem the most formal way to spread word to the clan cats, most having gone out at this point, she would follow his order. Dreamfeather gave a swift nod, gazing at Voidstar for a moment, then Flamestripe as her leader commented, and, as silence pressed in for a moment, Blackshard. Whatever the future held for herself, Voidstar, Tempestclan, and the newcomers... She braced herself for it.
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