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Post by Dawn on Sept 10, 2011 17:46:53 GMT -5
Just a child from those ugly new houses
Who could never begin to know He was fading from her, but she still grasped at the dream. The dark gray tom standing in front of her, mocking her, so close and yet so far. He was familiar but she didn't know his name; his scent was like the smell of mint, his eyes as yellow as fall leaves as he gazed at her. She snarled, restlessly pacing forward, impatiently pacing back. "Don't you understand why I can't stay?" For the past moon she had dreamed about him and always he said nearly the same things, making her dance like a spider on his web of mystery. He could make her beg for him to stay and then in a split second yowl curses; he was the sun and the moon, wind and a stillness in the air; he spoke with many voices, and yet, clearly, just one. He drove Frostbite crazy. She had never had dreams like this before, where a part of her could never see what was coming. Like the figments invented things of their own, spoke to her with voices that didn't belong to her own mind. It was troubling, and even more so, it was irritating. "No, I don't know why you can't stay, you flea brain! What are you running from? What do you have to hide from me?" She snapped in a single rush of breath, narrowing her amber eyes hotly. He got her so worked up... always dodging what she asked without flicking a single whisker on his very real face. Yet now, here he was fading to a ghostly mist, all but barely there as he mewed hoarsely, "You will understand someday." She snorted, bristling at the ominous words he obviously thought he was speaking. What a little pure blood! Who did he think he was? Some kind of guardian spirit? "Give that carrion a rest, you ugly sack of-" Just like that, as she spoke, he was being reduced to nothing. Frostbite trembled with fury and leaped at the space he had stood in. "Moron!"
And just like that, the tabby adult was sprawled on the ground, spitting curses. It was like her, to fall asleep on a branch. Oh, it had been pleasant, the day before; warm sunlight falling onto her pelt, a dark silver/gray. Leaves rustling overhead with a nice breeze as her amber eyes closed and she slid into sleep. Now she found she didn't care very much for the chill in the air, and of course, the fact that she had just fallen six fox lengths didn't do much for her mood either. Frostbite stood, realizing quite bitterly that cats didn't always land on their paws, as she had just proven, and shook out her dirtied fur. The rogue female was cursing sharply still when her eye was caught by an orange leaf above her, dancing on the branch she had fallen asleep on. Frostbite fell silent, watching thoughtfully, thinking two things at once; that the season was changing, and that the cat she dreamed of had eyes like that, yellow with flecks of orange. Instead of being angry, she just sighed, hearing her stomach rumbling in hunger, and decided it was time to look for prey. Her mood had changed dramatically with instinct, already settling into survival mode as she tasted the air for prey.
Intermingled with the scents of mouse and squirrel nearby, Frostbite picked up the strong scents of both Tempestclan and Celestialclan. The border where both territories converged couldn't be far from here; a patrol must have been scenting along the border lines recently, Frostbite decided. It was probably no good to look around in the same area for food; the clan cats had likely scared what was to be seen off, what with their loud raving about how great 'Starclan' was, as they tromped through the forest. "Gosh, I'm sorry I missed them." She meowed aloud sarcastically, though there was no one to hear. "There's nothing better than a speech about 'our great and heavenly ancestors' to wake a she-cat up in the morning!" Needless to say, she wasn't a favorite in these parts. The rogue wasn't against stealing from the clans, and was certain to bad mouth their customs at any expense. She loved to have fun; at a clan cat's price, especially. After all, a cat got bored, out here all by herself. Lonely, even, without family or friends.
With a smirk on her face and that thought in mind, the gray tabby began to pad in the direction of the clan smells. She moved non-threateningly, but her eyes moved from side to side as she did so, like she was waiting for one of the clan cats to leap out at her and start a fight.
WORD COUNT: 791 TAGGED: OPEN! NOTES: Just getting a feel for her. |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Sept 12, 2011 15:59:44 GMT -5
We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear my battle cry NOTE TO OUR YOUNGER MEMBERS, THIS POST DOES CONTAIN ONE LITTLE CUSS WORD.
Shard could feel the eyes of the rest of the Tempestclan patrol burning into his fur which resulted in his silk ebony pelt bristling. Scrutiny was beginning to become routine for the tom but he still noticed it and the funniest part was they all thought he didn’t notice! These stupid clan cats were anything but subtle, always gawking at him. Maybe if he left a pretty little scar on their faces it would last longer. Oh the things that made his blood boil, if only they knew he was getting less patient by the day they would most likely reconsider shadowing him...every single second, of every bloody day. It was beginning to feel like Voidstar was more relaxed around him than the rest of his clan were; maybe because Voidstar wasn’t scared of him. Admittedly the worst one for watching his every move was Dreamfeather. ”Oh shard come on a border patrol! Shard get up. You are going on a hunting patrol. Shard this... Shard that...” Upon first meeting her his amber eyes had liked what he saw but now he could honestly say that he was sick to death of her. If he wanted to kill one of her pathetic clan mates then he would have done it already. Then again she could have been like that with everyone, all the time. More than anything he wanted to be there the day that some cat removed the stick from her ass. Scenting her coming nearer he quickly glanced over his shoulder before kicking off the ground with powerful hind legs and getting a head start, on getting away from her that is.
Powerful muscles carrying him further from the patrol he did not pause as he crossed the Tempestclan border and continued to trot for a few more yards before slowing to a halt and throwing himself onto the ground. Rolling over onto his other side he hopped onto his paws again and aimed a nasty blow at the grass, sending a clump of grass and mud cutting through the air. Staring hard into the distance he angrily began to knead the slightly marsh-like ground beneath his paws. The amount of anger that had piled up within him was almost inexplicable. He needed some sort of outlet to release his rage, something or someone, just anything before he slaughtered a few of his brother’s minions. Energy pulsed through his veins as his eyes narrowed at some distant sight. Before he allowed himself to enter any deep thoughts about anything in particular a scent distracted him and his head whipped around, fangs bared. Enemy. Located. The word kill seemed to be programmed into his mind at this point in time but somehow he managed to force it down and he would decide whether or not to apply it to this particular situation. Then again he was tempted to commit the crime regardless of anyone or anything around him. Beginning a dominant stalk, he prowled over to meet the cat that dared approach a territory he was in the mood for defending. His amber eyes were burning with fury, and hunger. ”Stay away from my territory bitch.” He snarled as she approached. Tossing his head in the air cockily he chuckled. Oh his fury.
Rolling his eyes a smirk showed his razor sharp fangs. ”Let me guess, what do I know right? I am a petty little clan cat right? Uhm. Wrong! I am exactly like you – crossing the clan cats just to get into a fight and stir up some trouble. Although for now I am enjoying having the losers hunt for me. So just a warning twinkle-paws, if you think I haven’t seen it before, I have. Chances are I have probably done it too.” He snarled at her, addressing the female in a less than polite way, with a thickly sarcastic tone. Eyes sparkling and tail lashing, his head tilted to the side expectantly, waiting for her to surprise him. If she thought she could be bold by marching into a clan territory then surely she could talk big too. However, in reality none of that mattered – all that mattered was how she was in a fight.
WORDS// 700
NOTE// Nothing personal against Dreamy obvs :3
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Post by Dawn on Sept 12, 2011 19:57:22 GMT -5
Just a child from those ugly new houses
Who could never begin to know Something was approaching. She could feel the breeze shifting, brushing through her hot fur like chilling claws. Frostbite relished in this, feeling her hot blood beginning to cool, her heart beat starting to slow. Frostbite felt calmed, the memories of the rage she had felt in her dream disappearing. She might have turned back and forgot it all then, but the taste of the air drew her on. The scent coming her way was hard for her to distinguish; she was no great tracker, and this one smelled a bit like Tempestclan, but under all that, a little off. A little familiar? Perhaps she had simply forgotten the smell of Celestialclan. Either way, it made her curious. The air smelled of male; drawing near. She thought he was coming from the right, that was the way the breeze had come at her. The smell of a tom was probably what really kept her moving, paws delicate and silent, nose twitching occasionally. It seemed like she had been alone for moons; rarely talking to anyone, rarely seeing anyone, sleeping during the day and waking in the evening to hunt by night. It would be nice to be around another cat, other than her uncle, who had visited her a few days ago. (More so, she had met him while hunting, for both were night hunters.) They had talked, and it was always good to see kin of her's again, but she would rather see a completely unrelated male, for certain reasons. Frostbite really couldn't help her friendliness; though she was usually a snappy bitch. In fact, she was always a snappy bitch, but for some, it was an attractive quality.
She had expected him from the wrong side. Anger was the scent on the wind, and the silver tabby whipped around, her fur beginning to rise, to meet the tom. His amber eyes were as fiery as her own, his pelt sleek black. He was not an impressive size, she decided; large, but not as bulky as some. He did have a threatening nature, however, one that would have frightened her had he not been so attracting to her. Eyes that had blazed softened, and her silvery fur lay flat on her back and neck. "Damn, where did you come from?" He had spoken, of course, and she drank it in, thinking that his voice was charming to hear even in anger. She liked his aggressive manner. He was pushy, and she thought he might attack at any moment. Unpredictable; she loved that. Cats that let you know their every move, their every thought, pissed her off. She would leave 'em rather than take 'em, but this one seemed worth fishing for. Frostbite smirked, and her eyes glittered, tail lashing from side to side. "Flay me, oh clan cat, but you must be the most attractive tom I've seen all season." She meowed this in a bit of a shocked way, with a flirtatious tone. As she accepted him as a threat, her mew was dry. "Where have you been all my life?"
WORD COUNT: 512 TAGGED: Shard/Minty only NOTES: Heehee, I'm starting to get her now. |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Sept 14, 2011 16:14:58 GMT -5
We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear my battle cry As the moment past and his anger faded slightly he actually took time to notice her appearance. Titling his head to the side he examined her and decided that she had a face that was very pleasant to look at. From there on out he had a gradually increasing interest in the female. Her pelt was frost coloured with soot-coloured stripes across it and eyes that were equally as alluring as his own. His tail shivered a little as he toned his stance down to be only mildly aggressive, but aggressive none the less. With that in mind he looked hostile most of the time, even when he was with his little sister Eclipseomen, who in his books was the closest thing he had to someone he could trust. If only he could get Voidstar to trust him, Reedpool was a total waste of space and had no potential but he knew that his brother wasn’t dumb; he just happened to lead the wrong sort of crowd. He could imagine how they could have so much fun together, injecting fear into the hearts of the unsuspecting. Obviously he wouldn’t change his history for the world, but on the other hand he had always wanted a brother, Eclipseomen was a good sister but she had all sorts of stupid female problems that he could not give two mice about. Despite his lack of friends he was not lonely; he just missed having some females around which Tempestclan was majorly lacking in. Not to mention all those clan females were so uptight and naive. Shard wanted someone who had passion, excitement and a little bit of danger about them too. Sadly there weren’t enough of those females around for him to use to his disposal.
”The bloody moon.” He retorted sharply in a soft growl. Those who asked stupid questions got stupid answers and he liked to be sarcastic now and again, especially when the victim deserved it. Although everyone in Shard’s world deserved to be a victim and that was how he saw it. Whether or not this particular female would be one of his victims was still undecided. Studying the look in her eyes his own narrowed slightly and he stepped towards her, an arrogant bounce in his step. Taking no shame in circling her he prowled around in a circle like a predator, and she was a juicy bit of prey. ”I suppose you aren’t too hard on my eyes either.” He replied as a cheeky smile appeared in her maw which suggested he liked what he saw. The black tom was torn between his usual approach of attacking and letting things play out. Most found doing the same thing over and over again boring but for him a fight could never be boring but deep down inside him he was curious to know more and he decided that just for the present he would let her live. She was a shiny new toy that would keep him amused and she looked like she would be good at playing. ”Killing assholes that the gift of life was wasted on, but my lady, you should have sought me out before now.” He purred with a sly wink.
WORDS// 537
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Post by Dawn on Sept 15, 2011 17:45:58 GMT -5
Just a child from those ugly new houses
Who could never begin to know After her previous comment, it was beginning to be time to realize she hadn't flirted with a tom in what felt like ages. Oh, certainly, once you had it down it just wasn't something you lost easily. But when you fell out of practice for moons and moons, then you slipped up, and didn't know quite what should be said. What moves should be made to convey the right amount of interest, without looking like an object to be used. To fall into this delicate balance could be difficult, but when she was in practice? It was easy and smooth. Still, she felt she was doing a decent job now; after all, he hadn't clawed her ears off or told her to get lost. Albeit not recently, nor often, it had been known to happen. Sheesh, clan cats. They just weren't a very friendly crowd. But what was this? This one didn't look much like he was a Tempestclan or Celestialclan cat to her, and she recalled that he had said something of it before. Ah, yes. Exactly like me, isn't that what? Well, what was Frostbite. Looking for a good time might be a good description. Brave; she had nothing to lose. Bored; she hadn't spoken to an unrelated cat in moons. And that meant she had to think it over, and study him. He was too old to be a kit of her's, and she knew, relatively, both of her parents. Her only brother was Tooth, and she was certain he was too young to be her father. With that settled, she devoted herself to finding out just what this 'rogue' was doing among the double cursed clan cats. He didn't strike her as a blind, helpless, follower, taking in all of that twoleg trash about Starclan and ancestors. No, the black tom definitely looked more like he had a brain in his head. That was always a plus- a cat she couldn't take advantage of.
First, he was from the moon. Frostbite took a sharp glance at the sky, as though to put it in sight. No, not just the moon- the bloody moon. Oh, he was a clever, clever fellow, wasn't he? The silver tabby snorted, her tail giving one quick, aggressive lash. Not because she was impatient or annoyed, really. But his posture made her want to pick up the same type of body language. Sure, it was nice that she couldn't take advantage of him; but she didn't want to look like a helpless victim either. "I've heard it's a nice place to live." Responded she with equal sarcasm, "except for all of the nasty clan rats, I suppose." The female flicked a look back toward clan territory with cool golden eyes. Whatever he had done to fall so low so as to join the clans- A thought hit her and she took a closer look at him. She had thought it only hopefulness before, when he seemed familiar as he stepped into her space. Frostbite admired his rippling jet fur as he circled her, and decided that she had heard of him, or knew of him. Once, she had met a tom that told her about his 'clan' of sorts; Delirium, she believed the name was. She had stayed nearby for a short time, to see the tom, and bore him a litter of kits. Unlike most females, she did in fact care for her kits, as her own mother hadn't. It was just her job, her right by gender; she raised those kits, until they were old enough to fend for themselves, and then she left them with him. Who knows what happened after that? Perhaps they had become Delirium members, or perhaps they roamed around the forest. What they did with their adult lives was of no interest to Frostbite, nor should it be.
Killing assholes that the gift of life was wasted on. She grinned, thoughts and speculation on where this tom had come from vanishing from her head. "I like the sound of that. You're not planning on adding me to the count, are you," Hesitantly, she took a chance and added, "Shard?"
WORD COUNT: 693 TAGGED: Shard/Minty only NOTES: :D Gotta brush up on my role play flirting skills. |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Sept 17, 2011 14:14:02 GMT -5
We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear my battle cry The bottom line was that Shard didn’t do relationships of any sort; sure he did females just not in a devoted way. Any love that other felt towards him was absolutely unrequited and would always be that way. In his strong opinion love is the source of all problems in the world. For one, it results in attachment which can lead to making unwise choices in battle and those will certainly lead to ones death. It is impossible to fight to your full potential if you are too busy worrying about a she-cat who is unable to defend herself and is getting her ass kicked behind you because as her lover you would be expected to defend her too so while doing so you get distracted for a moment and then you are finished. Shard had seen it happen plenty of times before and so he would never let himself get into that situation. Relationships also happened to be time consuming. You are expected to spend a large amount of your time making your stupid lover happy, which means you have no time for yourself and this then leads to you being unhappy since you have no time to please yourself which is a pointless and frustrating cycle. Both of these reasons were perfectly reasonable for refuting love but the most significant reason is that it causes weakness. It penetrates your heart and before you know if you have turned into a pathetic wimp. It ruins any strength you have inside and completely tears you apart from the inside out. Then when your so-called lover decides to leave you because they no longer love you, you are left with nothing but your own thoughts in a cloud of loneliness and despair. Love was the greatest cause of unhappiness and he didn’t care if he was loved or not. It was like his mother had once told him, “You can’t make everyone love you Shard, but you can make them fear you.” It was the saying that he lived by. Sending fear pulsing through the veins of any cat he encountered.
”Ding, ding, ding! We seem to have found some form of intelligence behind that pretty little face of yours.” He retorted, rolling his eyes and snorting. Everyone who was anyone knew exactly who he was and they also knew better than to cross his path. One would encounter the occasional idiot who seemed to think that they had a chance at taking him down which was very amusing for him. It was too bad for them that they ended up dead but on the other hand if they were stupid enough to cross him then they deserved it. The fewer idiots around the better and the more hope for the generations to come. On a side note with so many of his spawn running around the amount of hope for the next generation was increasing by the day, he only hoped that they had inherited enough intelligence to choose females wisely. Either that or they could just have as many kits as they could in the hope that maybe one of them would be intelligent.
”I will consider keeping you around, you don’t appear to be a total idiot after all and you might even keep me amused for some time. Well obviously you know who I am, but I don’t believe I know you? I’m sure I would have remembered it if we had encountered one another before.” He added with a flirty smirk. There was promise in her eyes and he hoped that as he found out more about her she would not disappoint. After all, he had no females to serve him in Tempestclan and he wasn’t crossing over to the dark side. Alarmed at the thought that had just appeared in his mind he quickly disposed of it with thoughts of blood and demise.
WORDS// 648
NOTES// These guys are fun (:
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Post by Dawn on Sept 17, 2011 15:25:51 GMT -5
Just a child from those ugly new houses
Who could never begin to know The black coated tom seemed to be putting a little bit of thought into their encounter. Frostbite considered her own experiences. Being a female, it was extremely difficult for her not to know of her own offspring. Impossible, in fact. She was young, but sometimes the memories blurred together in a haze. She considered that the past; and she didn't like to live in it. She would far rather be in the present, not digging into her mind to recall faces and names. Hell, half of the time the names hadn't been important. With the black tom though, the name did seem pretty significant. He was the- former, she guessed- Delirium leader. Not leader like the imbecile clan cats, spouting off about his 'nine lives.' A proud, strong warrior at the head of a clan of blood thirsty cats. If her kits had indeed been raised among his, then that was all the better. Now, they must have roamed elsewhere- hopefully not among the clan cats, as he had fallen to. She had had only one litter that lived, so perhaps she did care a bit about their fate, but not in a personal way. The young, after all, had only been born through Frostbite; they were not her's. That was how she had always seen it. Newborns did not belong to their mothers, but they were to be cared for until they could become as strong as their sires and dams. If she became attached, like some helpless, coddling mothers, she wouldn't let her kits go until they were old enough to beat her in a fight. And then what? I'd be beating on my own kin. No, the best way was the way she had done it before, and the way she would do it again. Kits had to have their own lives. Lovers, however? They could potentially be handy to keep around. That is, until they noticed another tom padding after her, and then they would get aggressive and clingy. What was there to it, after she had kitted? She wasn't going to settle down with a cutesy little mate, and fill the forest with their offspring. If one didn't mix up the blood a bit every few seasons, who knows? Brothers would be mating with their own sisters and perhaps not know the wiser. That wasn't something she would see happen.
"This stranger just never ceases to amaze, does he?" Frostbite flashed back, enjoying their conversation more and more as she learned of this Shard character. She didn't bother defending herself by the fact that she hadn't really been around the forest in the last few moons. This was no time for petty excuses. Nearly identical amber eyes met his with a spark of a feisty spirit. "Ah, such a privilege, being of use to the great Shard." She mewed with sarcasm, though slightly more subdued than her rhetorical question. It couldn't hurt to be, as he said 'kept around,' because while he thought he was keeping her about she'd be keeping him around, too. She knew he was the type that liked to be in charge, and both were violently dominant in personality. It would be interesting to see what a joining of the two stormy temperaments would bring. It was definitely better than hanging around by herself, after all, wasn't it? It would be a far more exciting ride with another along.
Damn. Just when Frostbite was getting some fire into her words there he went with his charming speech and piercing eyes. It was just about impossible to resist Shard's lines, she was coming to find in a very short time. She could manage her scoffing echo of "Obviously." to his thinking every cat who breathed knew about him, but after that had to give in a bit. The silver tabby curled her tail about her paws, then uncurled it, the tip slowly twitching. "Frostbite, is the name. By far the stupidest of names for a kit born in Greenleaf, but all of the same, it's mine by right." She snorted, thinking about her weak, kittypet mother. "Lucky me." There was, again, no time for dwelling on the past. She moved right on ahead of the memory of Violette, pink tongue flashing over her teeth as though having just finished a tasty bit of kill. "I know what I'm doing out here. Looking for some company; and it seems I've found some of the best." She looked back at him fearlessly, the ever present smirk still alive and well. "I have to wonder, however, what about you?" Frostbite was being 'patient' and 'polite' now, but she would find out about the fate of Delirium and their leader one way or the other. It didn't have to be from Shard himself.
WORD COUNT: 796 TAGGED: Shard/Minty only NOTES: Rather lame compared to my last one, buuut don't bite me for it. xD |
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