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BEAR.
December 29th, 2016, 07:33 PM
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Ludicrous Lunacy
December 29th, 2016, 07:34 PM
Pardus walked quietly along the border (open)

Ag75 -- GONE
December 30th, 2016, 11:56 AM
Pardus walked quietly along the border (open)
(Hi) Leapingbird was patrolling her border, when she scented the cat. Her calico pelt glinted in the sun as she turned.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 30th, 2016, 12:31 PM
(Hi) Leapingbird was patrolling her border, when she scented the cat. Her calico pelt glinted in the sun as she turned.
Pardus looked up and spotted the SkyClan she-cat. "Foxdung," he muttered, hoping his silver fur would be disguised sufficently against the snow, although at best she would only see his dark markings. And the snow wasn't as white, because where he was standing it was slightly stained in mud.

Ag75 -- GONE
December 30th, 2016, 01:03 PM
Pardus looked up and spotted the SkyClan she-cat. "Foxdung," he muttered, hoping his silver fur would be disguised sufficently against the snow, although at best she would only see his dark markings. And the snow wasn't as white, because where he was standing it was slightly stained in mud.
She looked around, seeing no cat. "I could swear there was some cat there," she muttered. The scent was fresh and strong, but no one was to be seen.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 30th, 2016, 01:11 PM
She looked around, seeing no cat. "I could swear there was some cat there," she muttered. The scent was fresh and strong, but no one was to be seen.
Pardus stalked up behind them and leaped, bowling over the warrior. "You're too close to the Syndicate. Explain yourself before I decide to kill you," he hissed. The trainee was forcing back a surge of pride that he had managed to surprise the older cat.

Ag75 -- GONE
December 30th, 2016, 01:25 PM
Pardus stalked up behind them and leaped, bowling over the warrior. "You're too close to the Syndicate. Explain yourself before I decide to kill you," he hissed. The trainee was forcing back a surge of pride that he had managed to surprise the older cat.
She leapt to her paws, tail lashing. Her eyes were taking in everything-- his pelt, his anger, the truth to his threat. "I'm too close? do you not know what a Border is? And do you not know that your the one on my side of it?" she exclaimed. She studied his paws- evenly placed and balanced. She had to get him off balance. She lunged to the right, then to left, then back again, daring him to follow.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 30th, 2016, 01:33 PM
She leapt to her paws, tail lashing. Her eyes were taking in everything-- his pelt, his anger, the truth to his threat. "I'm too close? do you not know what a Border is? And do you not know that your the one on my side of it?" she exclaimed. She studied his paws- evenly placed and balanced. She had to get him off balance. She lunged to the right, then to left, then back again, daring him to follow.
Pardus narrowed his eyes. Nice. Try. He sat and started grooming his paw, although it was clear he was prepared for her attack. "If your attack is wait for your opponent's paws to freeze off, it is splendid."

Ag75 -- GONE
December 30th, 2016, 01:45 PM
Pardus narrowed his eyes. Nice. Try. He sat and started grooming his paw, although it was clear he was prepared for her attack. "If your attack is wait for your opponent's paws to freeze off, it is splendid."
Glaring at him, she lunged to the side one more time, then when expected to lunge back, she lunged forward, knocking him over and pinning him down.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 30th, 2016, 02:47 PM
Glaring at him, she lunged to the side one more time, then when expected to lunge back, she lunged forward, knocking him over and pinning him down.
Pardus went limp. "Ohhh noooooooo. The fierce warrio attacked meeeee." He rolled his eyes. "I might die. Oh, save me, save meeeee."

Ag75 -- GONE
December 30th, 2016, 03:09 PM
Pardus went limp. "Ohhh noooooooo. The fierce warrio attacked meeeee." He rolled his eyes. "I might die. Oh, save me, save meeeee."
She pressed her claws harder against his throat, until blood would spill any second. "No one will save you," she growled darkly.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 30th, 2016, 03:34 PM
She pressed her claws harder against his throat, until blood would spill any second. "No one will save you," she growled darkly.
Pardus smirked. "I can save myself." He twisted and wriggled free, spinning to slash her face with his shar claws.

Ag75 -- GONE
December 30th, 2016, 03:44 PM
Pardus smirked. "I can save myself." He twisted and wriggled free, spinning to slash her face with his shar claws.
She ducked, aiming a blow at his leg to unbalance him

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 30th, 2016, 06:09 PM
She ducked, aiming a blow at his leg to unbalance him
He hissed and stumbled, darting forwards and sinking his teeth into her leg and attempting to yank it back to knock her over. He leapt back, and stood up straight. "I could go on all day, kitten."

Ag75 -- GONE
December 31st, 2016, 01:59 PM
He hissed and stumbled, darting forwards and sinking his teeth into her leg and attempting to yank it back to knock her over. He leapt back, and stood up straight. "I could go on all day, kitten."
"Your kidding, right? I mean, really? I'm the kit now?" she dove forward, ignoring the searing pain in her leg, diving under the tom, then jerking upward in an attempt to throw him into the air.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 31st, 2016, 02:31 PM
"Your kidding, right? I mean, really? I'm the kit now?" she dove forward, ignoring the searing pain in her leg, diving under the tom, then jerking upward in an attempt to throw him into the air.
Pardus rolled sideways as she threw him off. He gasped in pain as he his the ground and scrambled to get to hiss paws, hissing. "The thing is, you aren't allowed to hurt kits, are you, sweetie?" he sneered, though pain flashed for a moment in his olive-yellow eyes.

Ag75 -- GONE
December 31st, 2016, 02:44 PM
Pardus rolled sideways as she threw him off. He gasped in pain as he his the ground and scrambled to get to hiss paws, hissing. "The thing is, you aren't allowed to hurt kits, are you, sweetie?" he sneered, though pain flashed for a moment in his olive-yellow eyes.
"Oh! So we're in agreement then. You are a kit," she mewed, adgusting her wounded leg so it wasn't too painful.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 31st, 2016, 02:52 PM
"Oh! So we're in agreement then. You are a kit," she mewed, adgusting her wounded leg so it wasn't too painful.
Pardus narrowed his eyes. "I never said that. And I'm not a kit." His tail lashed but he made no move to attack. She's trying to trick me.

Ag75 -- GONE
December 31st, 2016, 02:56 PM
Pardus narrowed his eyes. "I never said that. And I'm not a kit." His tail lashed but he made no move to attack. She's trying to trick me.
She cocked her head. "Then......why bring up the fact that I can't hurt kits? By saying that, you must be implying," she lifted her front paw very slowly. "that you are the kit." In a move so quick, she slashed her paw at the tom, then ducked to the side, darting away, disappearing.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 31st, 2016, 03:10 PM
She cocked her head. "Then......why bring up the fact that I can't hurt kits? By saying that, you must be implying," she lifted her front paw very slowly. "that you are the kit." In a move so quick, she slashed her paw at the tom, then ducked to the side, darting away, disappearing.
"Bought me time." He laughed slightly, then turned and sprinted away.

Ag75 -- GONE
December 31st, 2016, 03:14 PM
"Bought me time." He laughed slightly, then turned and sprinted away.
Once the tom had gone, she emerged from the bushes, this might be the dumbest thing I ever do, but...... Her gaze followed the disappearing tom. She took a deep breath, and raced after him.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 31st, 2016, 03:25 PM
Once the tom had gone, she emerged from the bushes, this might be the dumbest thing I ever do, but...... Her gaze followed the disappearing tom. She took a deep breath, and raced after him.
Pardus turned and stopped. "Oh, what is it, lost your mittens?" he meowed, sitting down.

Ag75 -- GONE
December 31st, 2016, 03:32 PM
Pardus turned and stopped. "Oh, what is it, lost your mittens?" he meowed, sitting down.
"You wish," she snorted. "Pardus."

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 31st, 2016, 03:35 PM
"You wish," she snorted. "Pardus."
"Ah, so you know my name. What is it, then?" he meowed, grooming his paw boredly.

Ag75 -- GONE
December 31st, 2016, 03:44 PM
"Ah, so you know my name. What is it, then?" he meowed, grooming his paw boredly.
"What's what?" she mewed, crouching, ready to attack, at the tiniest twitch.

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 31st, 2016, 03:46 PM
"What's what?" she mewed, crouching, ready to attack, at the tiniest twitch.
"Why did the ickle kitty follow me?" he meowed.

Ag75 -- GONE
December 31st, 2016, 03:55 PM
"Why did the ickle kitty follow me?" he meowed.
Flexing her claws, she mewed, "Couldn't just let you go, now could I?" (Shouldn't we be in DS territory right now?)

Ludicrous Lunacy
December 31st, 2016, 04:20 PM
Flexing her claws, she mewed, "Couldn't just let you go, now could I?" (Shouldn't we be in DS territory right now?)
(Pardus would run staight home over his dead body.)
"Fine. What is it?" His tail twitched and he set his paw down. "You followed me a bit too close to my territory."

Ag75 -- GONE
January 1st, 2017, 09:55 AM
(Pardus would run staight home over his dead body.)
"Fine. What is it?" His tail twitched and he set his paw down. "You followed me a bit too close to my territory."
(But if they were on the border and then ran off.....) Her tail twitched. "Perhaps. You were a bit to close to mine." She shrugged, "now were even."

Ludicrous Lunacy
January 1st, 2017, 08:58 PM
(But if they were on the border and then ran off.....) Her tail twitched. "Perhaps. You were a bit to close to mine." She shrugged, "now were even."
We could say he ran alongside the border? Sorry this took so long the server didn't process it )
He frowned. "So why are you following me?"

Ag75 -- GONE
January 2nd, 2017, 06:56 AM
We could say he ran alongside the border? Sorry this took so long the server didn't process it )
He frowned. "So why are you following me?"
"I already told you earlier." (Yeah, I guess)

Ludicrous Lunacy
January 2nd, 2017, 11:07 AM
"I already told you earlier." (Yeah, I guess)
"Why haven't you left?" The tom swished his tail.

Ag75 -- GONE
January 3rd, 2017, 05:44 AM
"Why haven't you left?" The tom swished his tail.
"Why haven't you?" She asked. "This whole time, you could have gotten up and left, as simple as that."

Ludicrous Lunacy
January 3rd, 2017, 10:04 AM
"Why haven't you?" She asked. "This whole time, you could have gotten up and left, as simple as that."
He narrowed his eyes. "You followed me," he pointed out. "You might have followed me again."

Ag75 -- GONE
January 3rd, 2017, 03:30 PM
He narrowed his eyes. "You followed me," he pointed out. "You might have followed me again."
She shrugged, and sat down across from him. (Hmm...Maybe because I have no one else to RP with)

Ludicrous Lunacy
January 3rd, 2017, 05:35 PM
She shrugged, and sat down across from him. (Hmm...Maybe because I have no one else to RP with)
"So? Why haven't you left yet?" He got up. "Because if you don't have anything to say..."

Reverie
January 3rd, 2017, 05:36 PM
Laughter echoed through the quarrel, Ebonysedge, who was on the patrol, approached the warriors.

Ag75 -- GONE
January 4th, 2017, 06:52 AM
"So? Why haven't you left yet?" He got up. "Because if you don't have anything to say..."
"Oh, I have lot's to say," she mewed. Narrowing her eyes, she mewed, "Maybe I'll leave after I find out why you attack me before I crossed the border, or when you tell me why you said I was too close to your border when it was clearly the other way around?" Her tail lashing, "Or why, when I ran off you didn't just go home? Your territory's so full of scents I wouldn't have been able to follow you there. Escpecially since you could have run down the border and disguised your scent? Or why you didn't attack me right now?"

NightWarrior4Life
January 4th, 2017, 01:44 PM
"Okay tell me the plan..."
"You wun in wike a hewpwess wittle kittypet...then you warn them about when you heard them planning an attack on the clans, starting with SkyClan and then, I come in awso pwetending to be innocent, then, we lead the kits and queens to a "safe place" and then we injure or kill all the queens and take their kits for the dusk syndicate...we shall be honoured!"
"Yes...yes! The sky shall be a red sunset tonight, a sunset of blood..."
"But if we fail?"
"Don't! Say that word...failure is not an option...however if we do...we'll be looked down upon, maybe even...punished...so you determine our fate...do you understand me?"
"Yes fleck...I'd never let you down..."
"Now let's do this! For honour! For pride! For the dusk syndicate!" They yowled in sync almost like a battle cry. The fleck went into action...aria following

Static
January 6th, 2017, 12:39 PM
"Okay tell me the plan..."
"You wun in wike a hewpwess wittle kittypet...then you warn them about when you heard them planning an attack on the clans, starting with SkyClan and then, I come in awso pwetending to be innocent, then, we lead the kits and queens to a "safe place" and then we injure or kill all the queens and take their kits for the dusk syndicate...we shall be honoured!"
"Yes...yes! The sky shall be a red sunset tonight, a sunset of blood..."
"But if we fail?"
"Don't! Say that word...failure is not an option...however if we do...we'll be looked down upon, maybe even...punished...so you determine our fate...do you understand me?"
"Yes fleck...I'd never let you down..."
"Now let's do this! For honour! For pride! For the dusk syndicate!" They yowled in sync almost like a battle cry. The fleck went into action...aria following
Fox came by the next day and thought,"I wish they would have let me come.probably stealing kits.he looked around to see if they had waited

NightWarrior4Life
January 6th, 2017, 12:44 PM
Fox came by the next day and thought,"I wish they would have let me come.probably stealing kits.he looked around to see if they had waited
Whatever happened in SkyClan would not happen again. Fleck wouldn't let it. They were going to keep trying, no matter how long it took...they wanted those kits...and those will be theirs...

Static
January 7th, 2017, 06:35 PM
Fox stared across the border and was tempted to cross it and kill the first cat he saw.not caring who.he looked around hopefully for a stray kit

Ag75 -- GONE
January 9th, 2017, 03:35 PM
"So? Why haven't you left yet?" He got up. "Because if you don't have anything to say..."
(...............)

monfang
January 24th, 2017, 03:51 PM
{ Slash-GNR }
Kovu walked the territory, keeping an eye out for his uncles or father. He made it to the border and sniffed it, noticing the change in smell. He wrinkled his nose and curled his lip in a snarl and jumped to the other side, 'attacking' the unknown scent. But when the smell only grew, he became frightened and ran back, but being a kit, he did it again. He became confused and rose his head, the kit looked down on the ground, raising an eyebrow. He payed no attention to his surroundings.

Slash-GNR
January 24th, 2017, 04:01 PM
{ Slash-GNR }
Kovu walked the territory, keeping an eye out for his uncles or father. He made it to the border and sniffed it, noticing the change in smell. He wrinkled his nose and curled his lip in a snarl and jumped to the other side, 'attacking' the unknown scent. But when the smell only grew, he became frightened and ran back, but being a kit, he did it again. He became confused and rose his head, the kit looked down on the ground, raising an eyebrow. He payed no attention to his surroundings.

Gingerkit waddled through the forest. She wasn't taught about where the borders were yet. Her father nor mother had noticed her wander off, nor did they protest, so the little fluffy orange and white she-kit thought that it would be fine to explore. Her short, fluffy legs were very clumsy, which did not help her in any way at that time. She stumbled over roots and twigs, not to mention the light snow covering the forest floor. She paused however as she heard an unusual noise ahead of her. She wiggled her small velvety, pink nose trying to act like her father, a warrior. She padded forward though. The female was nervous and scared, but something urged her on. She then poked her head out from behind a tree and lay her blue eyes (will turn a greenish- blue in the future) on another, a bit larger kit.

monfang
January 25th, 2017, 07:59 AM
Gingerkit waddled through the forest. She wasn't taught about where the borders were yet. Her father nor mother had noticed her wander off, nor did they protest, so the little fluffy orange and white she-kit thought that it would be fine to explore. Her short, fluffy legs were very clumsy, which did not help her in any way at that time. She stumbled over roots and twigs, not to mention the light snow covering the forest floor. She paused however as she heard an unusual noise ahead of her. She wiggled her small velvety, pink nose trying to act like her father, a warrior. She padded forward though. The female was nervous and scared, but something urged her on. She then poked her head out from behind a tree and lay her blue eyes (will turn a greenish- blue in the future) on another, a bit larger kit.
Kovu smelled another scent and turned, noticing a pair of blue eyes staring at him. He froze for a moment before he tilted his head. The dark russet kit dropped his front half playfully and meowed. "Hi!"

He had no idea he was talking to a clan cat, or that he was in clan territory for that matter. His first thought was play!

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 08:09 AM
Kovu smelled another scent and turned, noticing a pair of blue eyes staring at him. He froze for a moment before he tilted his head. The dark russet kit dropped his front half playfully and meowed. "Hi!"

He had no idea he was talking to a clan cat, or that he was in clan territory for that matter. His first thought was play!

Gingerkit smiled as the kit got into a play position. She waddled out before tripping over her paw and falling. She sneezed and got back up though and continued to pad over to him. The bundle of ginger fluff stopped in front of the other kit and bounced up and down. "Hello," she said shyly. "What are you doing out here?" she asked getting in a playful stance as well.

monfang
January 25th, 2017, 08:15 AM
Gingerkit smiled as the kit got into a play position. She waddled out before tripping over her paw and falling. She sneezed and got back up though and continued to pad over to him. The bundle of ginger fluff stopped in front of the other kit and bounced up and down. "Hello," she said shyly. "What are you doing out here?" she asked getting in a playful stance as well.
"My dad said that there was danger out here." he meowed, and lifted a paw, trying to paw her. "But I laugh at the face of danger! Hahahaha!"

A slightly weird laugh suddenly came from behind him making him jump, and the sight of yellow eyes made him gasp. "Uncle Salem!" he mewed, fear lining his voice,

"Kovu, shouldn;t you be at home with your mother?" he said, and looked at the clan-er kit. "Who is this?"

"This is... uh..." Kovu looked at Gingerkit.

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 08:22 AM
"My dad said that there was danger out here." he meowed, and lifted a paw, trying to paw her. "But I laugh at the face of danger! Hahahaha!"

A slightly weird laugh suddenly came from behind him making him jump, and the sight of yellow eyes made him gasp. "Uncle Salem!" he mewed, fear lining his voice,

"Kovu, shouldn;t you be at home with your mother?" he said, and looked at the clan-er kit. "Who is this?"

"This is... uh..." Kovu looked at Gingerkit.

The fluffy kit laughed. "I bet you won't once your faced with actually danger," she said. She was about to swat at him playfully, but then a large cat came out of the shadows. She backed up, "Uh, hello sir," she squeaked. (I can't explain how much laughter is inside me)

monfang
January 25th, 2017, 09:03 AM
The fluffy kit laughed. "I bet you won't once your faced with actually danger," she said. She was about to swat at him playfully, but then a large cat came out of the shadows. She backed up, "Uh, hello sir," she squeaked. (I can't explain how much laughter is inside me)
The large Oriental Shorthair looked down on the kit, his yellow eyes beaming although his body was hard to see, only the outline. He smiled, and lowered his head. "The name is Salem." he meowed, and then flicked his gaze to Kovu. "What are you doing here alone?"

"I just wanted to prove Dad wrong! He said there was danger out here..." he huffed.

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 09:08 AM
The large Oriental Shorthair looked down on the kit, his yellow eyes beaming although his body was hard to see, only the outline. He smiled, and lowered his head. "The name is Salem." he meowed, and then flicked his gaze to Kovu. "What are you doing here alone?"

"I just wanted to prove Dad wrong! He said there was danger out here..." he huffed.

"I'm Gingerkit," she mewed up to the large lanky tom. She sat down now and looked at the other kit. She tilted her head wondering if he or she had done something wrong.

monfang
January 25th, 2017, 10:45 AM
"I'm Gingerkit," she mewed up to the large lanky tom. She sat down now and looked at the other kit. She tilted her head wondering if he or she had done something wrong.
"This is clan territory. You know the laws." he growled.

"Don't tell Dad! Please. He just trusted me to finally roam out alone, I want to be able to run around and stuff." Kovu said. His soft blue eyes were filled fear.

Salem rose his head and gave a soft smile. "This is between you an me, I promise. But just make sure you get home soon." he then turned his gaze to Gingerkit. "And don't play too rough with the little one." he purred, his purr sounding deep and growly almost, but indeed it was not. He then padded off.

Kovu, turned his eyes, not his head, to Ginger, then smiled and tackled her. "Ha!" he purred playfully.

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 10:54 AM
"This is clan territory. You know the laws." he growled.

"Don't tell Dad! Please. He just trusted me to finally roam out alone, I want to be able to run around and stuff." Kovu said. His soft blue eyes were filled fear.

Salem rose his head and gave a soft smile. "This is between you an me, I promise. But just make sure you get home soon." he then turned his gaze to Gingerkit. "And don't play too rough with the little one." he purred, his purr sounding deep and growly almost, but indeed it was not. He then padded off.

Kovu, turned his eyes, not his head, to Ginger, then smiled and tackled her. "Ha!" he purred playfully.

Gingerkit looked to the older tom. She nodded, "I won't," she promised. She then turned her blue eyes toward the other kit. "What is your name?" she asked rolling him over and pinning him down. (sry short im in class)

monfang
January 25th, 2017, 10:58 AM
Gingerkit looked to the older tom. She nodded, "I won't," she promised. She then turned her blue eyes toward the other kit. "What is your name?" she asked rolling him over and pinning him down. (sry short im in class)
"Ey let me up!" he growled and pushed her off. "I'm Kovu." he replied, and then suddenly smiled, tackling her, and they rolled down a small hillside.
(*Ginger pins Kovu* Pinned ya again!)

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 11:04 AM
"Ey let me up!" he growled and pushed her off. "I'm Kovu." he replied, and then suddenly smiled, tackling her, and they rolled down a small hillside.
(*Ginger pins Kovu* Pinned ya again!)

The female chuckled. "I'm Gingerkit," she said sliding up to him. "You dont have a clan name," she paused, "Where you from?" she asked. She then began to groom her fluffy pelt.

(XD lets through some TLK2 in there)

monfang
January 25th, 2017, 11:48 AM
The female chuckled. "I'm Gingerkit," she said sliding up to him. "You dont have a clan name," she paused, "Where you from?" she asked. She then began to groom her fluffy pelt.

(XD lets through some TLK2 in there)
(AHHHH GINGER IS KIARA lol)
"The Dusk Syndicate." he replied. He rose to his paws and smiled. "Where are you from?"

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 11:51 AM
(AHHHH GINGER IS KIARA lol)
"The Dusk Syndicate." he replied. He rose to his paws and smiled. "Where are you from?"

(THIS IS SO PERFECT)

Gingerkit tilted her head and backed away a bit. "My daddy says there are bad cats in the Dusk Syndicate," she took a breath, "but you don't act like a bad cat," she mewed. She scooted closer to him again. "Where your parents?" she whispered. She was a weird she-kit, very weird.

monfang
January 25th, 2017, 01:06 PM
(THIS IS SO PERFECT)

Gingerkit tilted her head and backed away a bit. "My daddy says there are bad cats in the Dusk Syndicate," she took a breath, "but you don't act like a bad cat," she mewed. She scooted closer to him again. "Where your parents?" she whispered. She was a weird she-kit, very weird.
"My dad is patrolling with my uncles and my mom is in the nursery with my siblings!" he mewed back, but scooted away ever so slightly. He gave a small smile to her, feeling the tips of his ears heat up.

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 01:32 PM
"My dad is patrolling with my uncles and my mom is in the nursery with my siblings!" he mewed back, but scooted away ever so slightly. He gave a small smile to her, feeling the tips of his ears heat up.

"Ah, my parents, well parent doesn't know I'm out here," she mewed. Gingerkit purred as she felt proud of her deed of sneaking out.

Immacat
January 25th, 2017, 02:00 PM
"My dad is patrolling with my uncles and my mom is in the nursery with my siblings!" he mewed back, but scooted away ever so slightly. He gave a small smile to her, feeling the tips of his ears heat up.
"Ah, my parents, well parent doesn't know I'm out here," she mewed. Gingerkit purred as she felt proud of her deed of sneaking out.

(Is this private between you two?)

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 02:03 PM
(Is this private between you two?)

(Atm yes, i think)

monfang
January 25th, 2017, 02:10 PM
"Ah, my parents, well parent doesn't know I'm out here," she mewed. Gingerkit purred as she felt proud of her deed of sneaking out.
Kovu smiled and lowered into a crouch, and then lunged at Gingerkit, trying to pin her.

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 03:24 PM
Kovu smiled and lowered into a crouch, and then lunged at Gingerkit, trying to pin her.

Gingerkit made a "hmph" sound as she was tackled. The pair rolled around until she was on top of him once more. "Haha, pinned ya again," she mewed happily looking down upon him. She twitched her tail as she leaped off of him. "What are the names of your parents?" she asked. "I may know them from stories that other cats have told me," she said licking her paw.

monfang
January 25th, 2017, 04:13 PM
Gingerkit made a "hmph" sound as she was tackled. The pair rolled around until she was on top of him once more. "Haha, pinned ya again," she mewed happily looking down upon him. She twitched her tail as she leaped off of him. "What are the names of your parents?" she asked. "I may know them from stories that other cats have told me," she said licking her paw.
Kovu pushed her off. "Lilith and Onyx." he replied. He smiled and then jumped towards her, and growled. He looked up and saw a dark area in the woods, and realized where they were. They were in rogue territory. "Whoa...." he meowed, his ears perking.

Slash-GNR
January 25th, 2017, 04:23 PM
Kovu pushed her off. "Lilith and Onyx." he replied. He smiled and then jumped towards her, and growled. He looked up and saw a dark area in the woods, and realized where they were. They were in rogue territory. "Whoa...." he meowed, his ears perking.

Gingerkit chuckled as he pushed her off. She then sat down and blinked. "Onyx? Isn't... isn't... he the one who, uh kills cats?" she stuttered. She then followed his gaze to the darkened area. Her small jaw dropped, "Wow," she mewed. "I wonder what's out there," she squeaked.

monfang
January 26th, 2017, 01:57 AM
Gingerkit chuckled as he pushed her off. She then sat down and blinked. "Onyx? Isn't... isn't... he the one who, uh kills cats?" she stuttered. She then followed his gaze to the darkened area. Her small jaw dropped, "Wow," she mewed. "I wonder what's out there," she squeaked.
"Only one way to find out..." Kovu purred, mischief glowing in his eyes.

{i'll make a thread in loner territory ^^"}

AbsurdJinx
January 29th, 2017, 04:51 PM
Empress Of Evil


Aspenflash padded along the freshly-marked border SkyClan shared with the Dusk Syndicate. He didn't understand why his clan was chosen to border such an evil group of felines - especially after freeing the other four clans from their evil clan members. His body often tingled with an emotion he didn't know whenever he thought of the other clans. He held a very powerful grudge against them. If they hadn't been so weak, SkyClan wouldn't of needed to rescue them. If SkyClan hadn't gotten involved his only biological son, Rowanflower, would still be living.

The warrior cast a glance at his newly-assigned apprentice. He had yet to properly interact with the younger tom in whom he would be training for the next few moons. Ever since his kins' deaths, Aspenflash has become much more reserved and irritable. He hasn't been able to think straight as he made the mistake of allowing his grief to control him. He hadn't socialized recently, let alone form a bond with someone. He feared growing too close to anyone only to be hurt in the end.

He dragged his weight, dragging his paws along the ground. Aspenflash's tail hung limply behind him, and his head was lowered in a position that inferred he wanted to raise his head but he lacked the strength. In the battle against WindClan, he had fought a golden tabby tomcat who inflicted major wounds on him. In Aspenflash's defense, he had been weak from the previous battles. He wore several ugly scars along his flank, hidden beneath his long pelt. There was also an indent on his left hind leg caused by a deep bite; this permanent injury brought him pain whenever he put too much weight on it. And his ear was torn from when his WindClan opponent bashed his against a rock, folding his ear in an uncomfortable angle and scraping it against the stone's rough surface.

With a discreet shake of his head, Aspenflash came to a halt. He sat down, his long tail curled over his forepaws as he faced Hawkpaw. He hunched over, his yellow-green eyes scarred with the horror of his experience with the great battles. ``Hawkpaw,`` His voice was raspy and deep, offering a certain seriousness to the conversation. ``I figured that it was best to begin your training with a brief history lesson. I wish to share my story of the great battles with you, and explain their significance to you. I understand you journeyed as a young kit from our old home to here, and if I'm not mistaken, you don't know much about those fights. Seeing that you were only a kit and all...`` Without waiting for a response, Aspenflash began the training session with a story. ``This is an important piece of Clan history, a piece that will never be forgotten. It's best for you to know the details. With Grousestar and Auroraflame at the head, SkyClan first attacked RiverClan. The evil leader of the rivers was known as Bucknight, and their deputy was named Thornfrost. The battle was fierce, tufts of fur and pools of blood littering the ground. The air was thick with howls of horror and screeches of pain. Limp bodies of members of both Clans were to be found at every few fox-lengths. Clan members turned against clan members, kin against kin. It was a battle of good versus evil. I didn't see the death of Bucknight, but I know that he got what he deserved. I heard that the deputy, Thornfrost, was chased into exile, and every cat who fought on their side was either given a second chance, killed, or exiled. ShadowClan,`` Aspenflash closed his eyes. This was the Clan he had the most hatred for. ``Blazingnight led ShadowClan, and she did not have a deputy at the time. Once again, I did not see the evil leader brought down. However, I heard the leader was brought down by one of her former allies. In this battle my only son, Rowanflower, was murdered. He was protecting a clanmate -`` Aspenflash halted abruptly, opening his eyes that were dark with grief. ``ThunderClan was led by Ratnight and his deputy Fennelstrike. Once more, I miss the death of the evil leaders. Every battle against the four Clans resembled the description I used with RiverClan. Blood and tufts of fur littering the ground. Deceased bodies. Howls and screeches. Kin against kin. Good verses evil. Ratnight and Fennelstrike are deceased. Now, WindClan. Singenight and Gorsefeather led WindClan. Both of the evil high-ranks were exiled, and I've heard that they both found shelter within the Dusk Syndicate. During this battle, I faced a golden tabby tomcat who was lucky enough to inflict serious injuries on me. I can't walk properly without pain, my ear is torn, and there are ugly scars beneath my pelt. After fighting the first three battles, I was terribly weakened by the final one. Luckily, the fight ended before my opponent could strike a murderous blow. Now, SkyClan resides beside the Dusk Syndicate, and we are welcome to join the other four Clans during Gatherings. Remember this important part of history, Hawkpaw. It cannot be forgotten.`` Aspenflash offered his apprentice a weak, warm smile in an attempt to rid the air of some of it's seriousness.

``Any questions before I continue our lesson?``

Slash-GNR
February 7th, 2017, 04:15 PM
Moonfang

Cedar sat in a tree. She was aware she was on DS territory, but she didn't care. She snuggled up to the tree trunk as she looked around below her. Her golden orbs scanning the area for any danger. The she-cat loner had been alone for a while. she started out as a loner at 14 moons, but she was now 20 moons. The loneliness started to get to her. She had started to talk to herself sometimes. She swallowed at the thought as she continued to watch.

monfang
February 7th, 2017, 05:52 PM
Moonfang

Cedar sat in a tree. She was aware she was on DS territory, but she didn't care. She snuggled up to the tree trunk as she looked around below her. Her golden orbs scanning the area for any danger. The she-cat loner had been alone for a while. she started out as a loner at 14 moons, but she was now 20 moons. The loneliness started to get to her. She had started to talk to herself sometimes. She swallowed at the thought as she continued to watch.
{Wait, I have an idea. We should RP Taurus and Cedar, and like........ CedarxTaurus kits?}

Slash-GNR
February 7th, 2017, 06:25 PM
{Wait, I have an idea. We should RP Taurus and Cedar, and like........ CedarxTaurus kits?}

yassssss! OMG Cedar x Taurus i missed them so much!)

Empress Of Evil
February 17th, 2017, 12:08 AM
Empress Of Evil


Aspenflash padded along the freshly-marked border SkyClan shared with the Dusk Syndicate. He didn't understand why his clan was chosen to border such an evil group of felines - especially after freeing the other four clans from their evil clan members. His body often tingled with an emotion he didn't know whenever he thought of the other clans. He held a very powerful grudge against them. If they hadn't been so weak, SkyClan wouldn't of needed to rescue them. If SkyClan hadn't gotten involved his only biological son, Rowanflower, would still be living.

The warrior cast a glance at his newly-assigned apprentice. He had yet to properly interact with the younger tom in whom he would be training for the next few moons. Ever since his kins' deaths, Aspenflash has become much more reserved and irritable. He hasn't been able to think straight as he made the mistake of allowing his grief to control him. He hadn't socialized recently, let alone form a bond with someone. He feared growing too close to anyone only to be hurt in the end.

He dragged his weight, dragging his paws along the ground. Aspenflash's tail hung limply behind him, and his head was lowered in a position that inferred he wanted to raise his head but he lacked the strength. In the battle against WindClan, he had fought a golden tabby tomcat who inflicted major wounds on him. In Aspenflash's defense, he had been weak from the previous battles. He wore several ugly scars along his flank, hidden beneath his long pelt. There was also an indent on his left hind leg caused by a deep bite; this permanent injury brought him pain whenever he put too much weight on it. And his ear was torn from when his WindClan opponent bashed his against a rock, folding his ear in an uncomfortable angle and scraping it against the stone's rough surface.

With a discreet shake of his head, Aspenflash came to a halt. He sat down, his long tail curled over his forepaws as he faced Hawkpaw. He hunched over, his yellow-green eyes scarred with the horror of his experience with the great battles. ``Hawkpaw,`` His voice was raspy and deep, offering a certain seriousness to the conversation. ``I figured that it was best to begin your training with a brief history lesson. I wish to share my story of the great battles with you, and explain their significance to you. I understand you journeyed as a young kit from our old home to here, and if I'm not mistaken, you don't know much about those fights. Seeing that you were only a kit and all...`` Without waiting for a response, Aspenflash began the training session with a story. ``This is an important piece of Clan history, a piece that will never be forgotten. It's best for you to know the details. With Grousestar and Auroraflame at the head, SkyClan first attacked RiverClan. The evil leader of the rivers was known as Bucknight, and their deputy was named Thornfrost. The battle was fierce, tufts of fur and pools of blood littering the ground. The air was thick with howls of horror and screeches of pain. Limp bodies of members of both Clans were to be found at every few fox-lengths. Clan members turned against clan members, kin against kin. It was a battle of good versus evil. I didn't see the death of Bucknight, but I know that he got what he deserved. I heard that the deputy, Thornfrost, was chased into exile, and every cat who fought on their side was either given a second chance, killed, or exiled. ShadowClan,`` Aspenflash closed his eyes. This was the Clan he had the most hatred for. ``Blazingnight led ShadowClan, and she did not have a deputy at the time. Once again, I did not see the evil leader brought down. However, I heard the leader was brought down by one of her former allies. In this battle my only son, Rowanflower, was murdered. He was protecting a clanmate -`` Aspenflash halted abruptly, opening his eyes that were dark with grief. ``ThunderClan was led by Ratnight and his deputy Fennelstrike. Once more, I miss the death of the evil leaders. Every battle against the four Clans resembled the description I used with RiverClan. Blood and tufts of fur littering the ground. Deceased bodies. Howls and screeches. Kin against kin. Good verses evil. Ratnight and Fennelstrike are deceased. Now, WindClan. Singenight and Gorsefeather led WindClan. Both of the evil high-ranks were exiled, and I've heard that they both found shelter within the Dusk Syndicate. During this battle, I faced a golden tabby tomcat who was lucky enough to inflict serious injuries on me. I can't walk properly without pain, my ear is torn, and there are ugly scars beneath my pelt. After fighting the first three battles, I was terribly weakened by the final one. Luckily, the fight ended before my opponent could strike a murderous blow. Now, SkyClan resides beside the Dusk Syndicate, and we are welcome to join the other four Clans during Gatherings. Remember this important part of history, Hawkpaw. It cannot be forgotten.`` Aspenflash offered his apprentice a weak, warm smile in an attempt to rid the air of some of it's seriousness.

``Any questions before I continue our lesson?``



(Super sorry about this late reply!)

Hawkpaw trailed after his mentor, looking around curiously at every single shrub, tree, bush and stream they passed. As a kit, Hawkkit was one of those cats who preferred to obey everything their mother would say. His mother and sister were all he had. The cat he called his father had been killed in the battle against WindClan. And he hated his real father so he didn't have much. Being a very honest cat, Hawkpaw didn't have many friends, often losing them to his honesty. Of course, to tell the truth was a good thing, but Hawkpaw was just too honest. He knew he was an honest cat, and often wondered how he could stop. He had tried before, but every time he tried to tell a lie his tongue would speak for him and he just said whatever was on his mind.

Hawkpaw glanced at Aspenflash for a short moment, many thoughts crossing his mind. Would his mentor like him? Or would he hurt him with his honesty like he had every other cat he talked to. Would Aspenflash be a good mentor? Or was he a lazy cat that didn't put any effort into anything? Looking at Aspenflash, he tilted his head slightly to the side. Judging by his appearance, he just didn't seem like a lazy cat. And anyway, Grousestar wouldn't have assigned him a lazy cat, that would just make Grousestar a bad leader. Most cats in the clan would agree that Grousestar was one of the greatest cats in history. Despite only having been a kit at the time, Hawkpaw knew of Grousestar's amazing achievements. He had lead SkyClan into battle and saved four other clans from evil. He hadn't even known that there were other clans until after the announcement the SkyClan leader had made.

Looking back at his mentor, Hawkpaw couldn't help but notice how....unhappy his mentor appeared. He was dragging his paws along the ground and his tail hung limply. His head was lowered and scars inhabited his leg. What had happened to him?

Hawkpaw stopped suddenly as Aspenflash did, nearly bumping into the warrior. He sat down in front of his mentor with obedience glowing in his amber eyes. He curled his ebony tail neatly around his paws. Hawkpaw looked up to meet the gaze of his mentor, nearly jumping in fright as he did so. He couldn't help but think that Aspenflash looked slightly scary. With yellow-green eyes staring at him whilst in a hunched over position, it wasn't the most comforting place to be sitting. He squirmed uncomfortably, waiting for something to happen. He stopped though as he heard the serious tone his mentor had as he spoke. History!, Hawkpaw thought, the tips of his lips curling up into a small smile, his eyes shining with excitement. Hawkpaw enjoyed gaining knowledge. He was one of those hard working cats that wanted to know every single thing they possibly could. Hawkpaw listened eagerly to every thing Aspenflash said. "I lost Breezefoot and Sorrelstripe", he murmured more to himself than his mentor when he mentioned having lost his only son in the battle against WindClan. Other than that, Hawkpaw did not say a single word as Aspenflash spoke. As Aspenflash finished, Hawkpaw let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding in. That was a lot of information for a young cat to take in, but he had followed along quite well.

The black and white tom shook his head. "No. Please continue. I want to know more".

The Cannibal
February 17th, 2017, 02:01 PM
Raywood

After Skyclan had truly been settled in to their new territory and the last rumblings of the liberation of the clans had settled down and Grousestar had finally gotten some time to relax, it didn't take him long to notice something. Something very important was missing, except well, it wasn't a something, it was a someone.
The thoguht occured to him as he had settled down in a nice patch of sunlight in the middle of the Skyclan clearing, preparing to eat a meal, the thought that..
I don't recall having seen Rabbitfluff in a while..
It was a small thought as he began to tuck into his meal, but unlike most other small thoughts, it did not exactly go away after a few moments, in fact, it seemed to slowly take over all of his mind as he tried to recall the last time he saw his close friend.
Did.. I see him when we liberated the clans? When we moved? Oh when did I last see him..
His face twisted a little bit in mild worry as he continued to eat his afternoon meal.
Maybe he padded out into our new territory and has gotten himself lost? It wouldn't surprise me and it would hurt to go looking for him. I need to stretch my legs a bit anyways. I hope to Starclan he's safe and just a little lost and confused. Thought the tom, the worry settling like a stone in his stomach as he made quick work of finishing off his meal so that he could get a headstart on looking for his friend.

After he had cleaned up after himself and notified Auroraflame that he was heading out for a walk, he exited the camp, taking a deep whiff of air and pausing to really do a thorough investigation. Not finding any sort of trace of his dear friends scent the first time, he exhaled before slowly pulling in another long inhale, sifting through the irrelevant scents that he didn't need.
Nothing.. Nothing.. Nothing.. No-Wait.. There, that scent. Faint, very faint, but recognizable, that's Rabbit. He thought with certainty, turning his head in the direction the scent was strongest, his paws carrying him briskly to a tuft of light brown fur, his head bending to sniff it before he lifted his head again.

This is definitely his.

Immediately he sniffed more and was able to pick up on a faint but traceable scent trail, not wasting time in following it, the leafbare trees flying past him and his brown paws beating against the frozen ground as he focused in on the scent and nothing else, allowing his nose to lead him. The more he ran, the more he realized where he was being led, a darker scent mingling with that of Rabbitfluff, the smell of the Syndicate.
Oh Starclan!
He had encountered the Syndicate once before, two of it's members here in his territory, killing his warriors in order to what was it.. 'Give him a Syndicate welcome?' These cats were not to be trifled with and if they.. If they were doing something to Rabbitfluff..
Panting heavily as he came to the border, he looked from side to side, sides heaving with breath, trying to find a sign that his close friend was somewhere over there. The scent trail definitely led this way but..
Maybe if I call out to him, he'll hear me. It would mean that he's close.
Being clan leader, he was very hesitant of crossing the borders, it broke the code and Grousestar stuck strictly to the code. But if they took one of his warriors hostage.. It would give him praubable cause right? It would make it right to do? Nonetheless, he stood there, unsure of what to do before suddenly, he yowled out,
"Rabbitfluff! Rabbitfluff if you hear me please, just yowl! Please!"
Normally the brown tabby wasn't one to worry, but he had already lost several warriors to the Syndicate, to think that he might have lost such a close friend as Rabbitfluff to them.. He couldn't bear to think about it. The stone of worry in his stomach was now a boulder. He didn't like this situation one bit.

Fawn
February 23rd, 2017, 09:28 PM
Raywood

After Skyclan had truly been settled in to their new territory and the last rumblings of the liberation of the clans had settled down and Grousestar had finally gotten some time to relax, it didn't take him long to notice something. Something very important was missing, except well, it wasn't a something, it was a someone.
The thoguht occured to him as he had settled down in a nice patch of sunlight in the middle of the Skyclan clearing, preparing to eat a meal, the thought that..
I don't recall having seen Rabbitfluff in a while..
It was a small thought as he began to tuck into his meal, but unlike most other small thoughts, it did not exactly go away after a few moments, in fact, it seemed to slowly take over all of his mind as he tried to recall the last time he saw his close friend.
Did.. I see him when we liberated the clans? When we moved? Oh when did I last see him..
His face twisted a little bit in mild worry as he continued to eat his afternoon meal.
Maybe he padded out into our new territory and has gotten himself lost? It wouldn't surprise me and it would hurt to go looking for him. I need to stretch my legs a bit anyways. I hope to Starclan he's safe and just a little lost and confused. Thought the tom, the worry settling like a stone in his stomach as he made quick work of finishing off his meal so that he could get a headstart on looking for his friend.

After he had cleaned up after himself and notified Auroraflame that he was heading out for a walk, he exited the camp, taking a deep whiff of air and pausing to really do a thorough investigation. Not finding any sort of trace of his dear friends scent the first time, he exhaled before slowly pulling in another long inhale, sifting through the irrelevant scents that he didn't need.
Nothing.. Nothing.. Nothing.. No-Wait.. There, that scent. Faint, very faint, but recognizable, that's Rabbit. He thought with certainty, turning his head in the direction the scent was strongest, his paws carrying him briskly to a tuft of light brown fur, his head bending to sniff it before he lifted his head again.

This is definitely his.

Immediately he sniffed more and was able to pick up on a faint but traceable scent trail, not wasting time in following it, the leafbare trees flying past him and his brown paws beating against the frozen ground as he focused in on the scent and nothing else, allowing his nose to lead him. The more he ran, the more he realized where he was being led, a darker scent mingling with that of Rabbitfluff, the smell of the Syndicate.
Oh Starclan!
He had encountered the Syndicate once before, two of it's members here in his territory, killing his warriors in order to what was it.. 'Give him a Syndicate welcome?' These cats were not to be trifled with and if they.. If they were doing something to Rabbitfluff..
Panting heavily as he came to the border, he looked from side to side, sides heaving with breath, trying to find a sign that his close friend was somewhere over there. The scent trail definitely led this way but..
Maybe if I call out to him, he'll hear me. It would mean that he's close.
Being clan leader, he was very hesitant of crossing the borders, it broke the code and Grousestar stuck strictly to the code. But if they took one of his warriors hostage.. It would give him praubable cause right? It would make it right to do? Nonetheless, he stood there, unsure of what to do before suddenly, he yowled out,
"Rabbitfluff! Rabbitfluff if you hear me please, just yowl! Please!"
Normally the brown tabby wasn't one to worry, but he had already lost several warriors to the Syndicate, to think that he might have lost such a close friend as Rabbitfluff to them.. He couldn't bear to think about it. The stone of worry in his stomach was now a boulder. He didn't like this situation one bit.
((so sorry for the delayed reply but thanks for the starter!! you are the best !))

The concept of time was lost on Rabbitfluff, who couldn’t quite recall (or be bothered to recall) exactly when he had branched off from SkyClan to do a solo border patrol along the perimeter of SkyClan’s newly claimed lands. That, he had determined, was his first mistake and the beginning of this disaster, yet there was nothing that could be done now except attempt to find a way out of it.

Which he was also at a loss for. Regrets tugged at him, as he hadn’t realized a solo, informal patrol around SkyClan’s new borders would cause this much trouble, unaware of the dangerous cats that resided directly beside them until it was too late. The way his clanmates spoke of this place, it was the epitome of perfection and would bring the Clan many moons of prosperity; being stopped on the border and mentally probed to the point of traumatization wasn’t his definition of this supposed promised prosperity.

He could hardly remember details of the encounter aside from what sorts of thoughts it had left him with, leaving Rabbitfluff to contemplate his role in the disasters of his family. The stranger had implied their abandonment, deaths, misfortune -- had something to do with him, and he wouldn’t have believed it if not for the other cat’s ability to get into his head.

Although there had been no altercation involved, and he didn’t walk away with any physical wounds, the mental ones were still fresh and bound to leave scars. Rabbitfluff couldn’t begin to comprehend what’d happened and was rendered unable to think about anything than his own guilt and self-worth (or lack thereof.) Perhaps the fate of his family had been his fault. All Rabbitfluff had been unable to do was drag himself under a nearby bush and settle in, curling in tightly; did his clanmates hate him? Was that why he was left without many companions? Processing was impossible.

The thought of someone coming for him, much less Grousestar, hadn’t dawned on the young warrior who was far too accustomed to facing the world alone, especially now after the transition to the new territory had occurred. With one parent dead and the other missing never to be seen again, a brother that had followed suit, and then a sister who seemed to leave as well, Rabbitfluff didn’t think there was anyone who would notice his disappearance, or care that he was gone especially after what kind of ideas Hannibal had fed to him via emotional manipulation.

Trapped in the prison of his mind, Rabbitfluff hadn’t heard Grousestar approaching the border and didn’t register another presence until a voice rang out and shook him from his blank stare, and equally empty state. Confused initially, the warrior raised his head and wondered if he was beginning to imagine it. A desire playing a trick on him, as if he was wanted, when Hannibal made it clear he likely was not. His hopes got the best of him, though he knew he likely wouldn’t find anyone out there -- a shiver of dread trickled through him as he realized he might run into Hannibal again if he left the comfort of his hiding place.

“Grousestar?” he meowed, tone uncertain as light shifting caused the bush to rustle slightly. He almost didn’t want to look, afraid of what he might see near the border whether that was nothing at all or a Dusk Syndicate member. Neither were realities he wished to face. Shakily and with the same hesitance, Rabbitfluff added, “Is that you?”

AbsurdJinx
February 26th, 2017, 02:48 PM
(Super sorry about this late reply!)

Hawkpaw trailed after his mentor, looking around curiously at every single shrub, tree, bush and stream they passed. As a kit, Hawkkit was one of those cats who preferred to obey everything their mother would say. His mother and sister were all he had. The cat he called his father had been killed in the battle against WindClan. And he hated his real father so he didn't have much. Being a very honest cat, Hawkpaw didn't have many friends, often losing them to his honesty. Of course, to tell the truth was a good thing, but Hawkpaw was just too honest. He knew he was an honest cat, and often wondered how he could stop. He had tried before, but every time he tried to tell a lie his tongue would speak for him and he just said whatever was on his mind.

Hawkpaw glanced at Aspenflash for a short moment, many thoughts crossing his mind. Would his mentor like him? Or would he hurt him with his honesty like he had every other cat he talked to. Would Aspenflash be a good mentor? Or was he a lazy cat that didn't put any effort into anything? Looking at Aspenflash, he tilted his head slightly to the side. Judging by his appearance, he just didn't seem like a lazy cat. And anyway, Grousestar wouldn't have assigned him a lazy cat, that would just make Grousestar a bad leader. Most cats in the clan would agree that Grousestar was one of the greatest cats in history. Despite only having been a kit at the time, Hawkpaw knew of Grousestar's amazing achievements. He had lead SkyClan into battle and saved four other clans from evil. He hadn't even known that there were other clans until after the announcement the SkyClan leader had made.

Looking back at his mentor, Hawkpaw couldn't help but notice how....unhappy his mentor appeared. He was dragging his paws along the ground and his tail hung limply. His head was lowered and scars inhabited his leg. What had happened to him?

Hawkpaw stopped suddenly as Aspenflash did, nearly bumping into the warrior. He sat down in front of his mentor with obedience glowing in his amber eyes. He curled his ebony tail neatly around his paws. Hawkpaw looked up to meet the gaze of his mentor, nearly jumping in fright as he did so. He couldn't help but think that Aspenflash looked slightly scary. With yellow-green eyes staring at him whilst in a hunched over position, it wasn't the most comforting place to be sitting. He squirmed uncomfortably, waiting for something to happen. He stopped though as he heard the serious tone his mentor had as he spoke. History!, Hawkpaw thought, the tips of his lips curling up into a small smile, his eyes shining with excitement. Hawkpaw enjoyed gaining knowledge. He was one of those hard working cats that wanted to know every single thing they possibly could. Hawkpaw listened eagerly to every thing Aspenflash said. "I lost Breezefoot and Sorrelstripe", he murmured more to himself than his mentor when he mentioned having lost his only son in the battle against WindClan. Other than that, Hawkpaw did not say a single word as Aspenflash spoke. As Aspenflash finished, Hawkpaw let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding in. That was a lot of information for a young cat to take in, but he had followed along quite well.

The black and white tom shook his head. "No. Please continue. I want to know more".




[ ^^ don't worry about it, i'm slacking off too, we all have our lives as first priorities ]

Aspenflash's ears twitched at Hawkpaw's quiet murmur, a few words he could not make out. Though a word or two sounded like a warriors' name, and his tone of voice seemed to carry sadness. He shifted slightly, his toes flexing in the light layer of cold, white snow, and his bushy tail lashing before resting still at his side. He adjusted his posture, straightening his spine in just the smallest bit before letting himself hunch back over. Ever since the loss of a majority of his kin, he didn't appear so confident anymore. He looked lost and dead, like he didn't know what to do with his life anymore. Normally, he was an incredibly steely tomcat, carrying himself with a certain strength that convinced others he was not a force to be messed with. He'd hide his feelings beneath a strong front, but now that his loving mate was gone and his only surviving kit was distant from him, he didn't have the strength to hide his weaknesses.

Aspenflash sent Hawkpaw a weak yet proud grin. Though his apprentice had only spoken a few words, Aspenflash felt those words meant a lot. He believed Hawkpaw to be a curious tomcat, and most certainly he will grow to be a very intellectual warrior. Aspenflash felt the urge to fuel his apprentice's curiosity, his need to learn, and pleasure him with complete responses. Now, though early into their mentor-apprentice relationship, Aspenflash looked at Hawkpaw in a new light. At first, he didn't know what to expect of his first trainee, but in this moment, he approved of Grousestar's choice in his first apprentice. When he looked down at Hawkpaw, he saw himself as a young cat - curious and intelligent, eager to learn.

``I appreciate your eagerness to learn, Hawkpaw,`` Aspenflash spoke evenly, his yellow-green eyes displaying his approval. ``I figure I'll explain SkyClan's past - see, history is extremely important. Have you ever heard the saying, `history repeats itself`?`` He left a few moments for Hawkpaw to speak before he broke into a lesson. Nodding, Aspenflash continued, ``History does have a strange way of repeating itself, and it's best you know about our past and how situations were handled in case the past does return. Now, in the beginning, there were two Clans - DuskClan and DawnClan. A fire had erupted within the two camps, and there was a DawnClan warrior named Ripplesky who ran to safety, but died in the process. The two clans gathered at the place they had previous had meetings. See, the clans absolutely despised each other, and refused to meet in peace. They hadn't shared a peaceful night in moons. The clans were separated, DuskClan grouped together on one side of the clearing and DawnClan grouped together on the other. Ripplesky, the cat who attempted to run for safety, but died, was the child of the two leaders of the Clans. Shatteredstar, the DawnClan leader, and Adderstar, the DuskClan leader, approached one another and accused each other of starting the fire and keeping their son hostage. A StarClan cat fell from the stars, telling the leaders that their son has died. StarClan had warned the two clans to end their rivalry, but they had refused, so StarClan took the leaders' son away as punishment. The leaders were guilty, and sad, and that night, as the sun rose above their heads, a pact was made. The two halves of the sky would join together, creating a single Clan. The new Clan would be named after the leaders' son, and the two leaders would step down and let a new leader rise up. They would make their home in the clearing they stood on, calling themselves SkyClan.`` Aspenflash's eyes were wide and twinkling with wonder as he told the story.

He held a very powerful fascination for the past, and it amazed him that the events happening now would later be history. He was making history, as he told Hawkpaw the stories. ``Do you remember when Almondstar lead us? She became the leader when Shatteredstar and Adderstar resigned. And when she resigned, Hawkstar took her place, and then Lemonstar. Those two lead for a very short time, but they made us who we are today. Now, we have Grousestar. Officially, SkyClan has had four leaders from Almondstar to Grousestar, but feel free to count Adderstar and Shatteredstar. As for deputies... The deputy history is a blur to me, but I do know the names of all the previous deputies. I don't know what they accomplished, unfortunately. The first SkyClan deputy, I believe, was Shatteredsoul who became Shatteredstar, followed by Cyanstep, and then Dayrain. After Dayrain was Hawkspring who became Hawkstar, and then, and then -`` Aspenflash cleared his throat, and shifted uneasily. He adopted a sad look, and stared at his shuffling paws. His muscles tensed, and the only noticeable movement of his was the light shaking of his shoulders. ``Then Mapleleaf.`` The name slipped in a raspy tone from his tongue, an ounce of sorrow laced to his voice. Now that her name was finished, Aspenflash eased his muscles and forced a calm facial expression. He raised his head to look at Hawkpaw, a grim smile on his face. And then he continued, leaving no time for Hawkpaw to speak. ``Then Grouseflurry was appointed, and he became Grousestar. Now, Auroraflame holds the position of deputy. Once again, I wouldn't count Shatteredstar as a SkyClan deputy, but you are welcome to. And medicine cats. Our first medicine cat was named Aconiteheart, and following him was Seekerdrop. After Seekerdrop was Stormlight - do you remember him? And now, we have Ebonypaw. Isn't that amazing? We've only had four medicine cats. Anyway...``

Aspenflash rose to his paws, shuffling to the side a few steps. His thick tail swept at the ground beside him, and his belly fur brushed against the ground. He didn't stand with confidence, but he stood as if he simply did not care. He flicked his muzzle to the border, ``Take a whiff, kit. This is our only border, and we share it with one of the most coldhearted groups in this area, the Dusk Syndicate. The other Clans are a walks away - we really only see them at Gatherings. I advise you not to come to this border unless you are under the supervision of a warrior. That group is dangerous, and not to be messed with. Do you have any questions before we return to camp? I figure this session should be short, considering it's your first time out. Besides, you learned a ton, and I want you to think it over before we next meet.``

The Cannibal
February 26th, 2017, 04:38 PM
((so sorry for the delayed reply but thanks for the starter!! you are the best !))

The concept of time was lost on Rabbitfluff, who couldn’t quite recall (or be bothered to recall) exactly when he had branched off from SkyClan to do a solo border patrol along the perimeter of SkyClan’s newly claimed lands. That, he had determined, was his first mistake and the beginning of this disaster, yet there was nothing that could be done now except attempt to find a way out of it.

Which he was also at a loss for. Regrets tugged at him, as he hadn’t realized a solo, informal patrol around SkyClan’s new borders would cause this much trouble, unaware of the dangerous cats that resided directly beside them until it was too late. The way his clanmates spoke of this place, it was the epitome of perfection and would bring the Clan many moons of prosperity; being stopped on the border and mentally probed to the point of traumatization wasn’t his definition of this supposed promised prosperity.

He could hardly remember details of the encounter aside from what sorts of thoughts it had left him with, leaving Rabbitfluff to contemplate his role in the disasters of his family. The stranger had implied their abandonment, deaths, misfortune -- had something to do with him, and he wouldn’t have believed it if not for the other cat’s ability to get into his head.

Although there had been no altercation involved, and he didn’t walk away with any physical wounds, the mental ones were still fresh and bound to leave scars. Rabbitfluff couldn’t begin to comprehend what’d happened and was rendered unable to think about anything than his own guilt and self-worth (or lack thereof.) Perhaps the fate of his family had been his fault. All Rabbitfluff had been unable to do was drag himself under a nearby bush and settle in, curling in tightly; did his clanmates hate him? Was that why he was left without many companions? Processing was impossible.

The thought of someone coming for him, much less Grousestar, hadn’t dawned on the young warrior who was far too accustomed to facing the world alone, especially now after the transition to the new territory had occurred. With one parent dead and the other missing never to be seen again, a brother that had followed suit, and then a sister who seemed to leave as well, Rabbitfluff didn’t think there was anyone who would notice his disappearance, or care that he was gone especially after what kind of ideas Hannibal had fed to him via emotional manipulation.

Trapped in the prison of his mind, Rabbitfluff hadn’t heard Grousestar approaching the border and didn’t register another presence until a voice rang out and shook him from his blank stare, and equally empty state. Confused initially, the warrior raised his head and wondered if he was beginning to imagine it. A desire playing a trick on him, as if he was wanted, when Hannibal made it clear he likely was not. His hopes got the best of him, though he knew he likely wouldn’t find anyone out there -- a shiver of dread trickled through him as he realized he might run into Hannibal again if he left the comfort of his hiding place.

“Grousestar?” he meowed, tone uncertain as light shifting caused the bush to rustle slightly. He almost didn’t want to look, afraid of what he might see near the border whether that was nothing at all or a Dusk Syndicate member. Neither were realities he wished to face. Shakily and with the same hesitance, Rabbitfluff added, “Is that you?”
{Haha no problem!! Tbh my replies are likely going to be delayed as well, just as a heads up!}

As he stood there for what felt like a painstakingly long time waiting for some sort of response from his friend, one that he desperately hoped was still alive and well and was close by, he could feel his heart beating at an uncomfortably fast level and could feel his stomach churning with fear. It was almost the same feeling he felt before ultimately losing his first life and it was somewhat surprising.
He tried to reason with himself that this is how he would feel with any cat of his clan who was missing, or with any of his friends, but there was a small part of his mind that had argued that this was too intense of a feeling for that. But if that was the case, then what would be the reasoning?
The leader didn't care to ponder at the moment, there was an important task at hand.

Pacing at the border, he strained every ounce of his being to listen for his friend, some sort of response, anything. His emerald gaze sweeping back and forth in the dark forest that yawned ahead of him, his mind half expecting to see the haunting image of those red-orange eyes of that cat he had met when he confronted two cats of the Syndicate nearly a moon ago, but he saw no such thing. Everything felt silent, there was not a wind blowing, not a bird chirping and Grousestar didn't like it.

Time ticked by more and more and it almost made the feeling worsen it felt like, the brown tabby forcing himself to sit down and take a slow calming breath.
It wasn't like him to freak out like this. He was the leader of Skyclan, he helped to liberate the four clans, he's protected his clan bravely and as any leader knows, it is best to approach a situation calmly so that you can think more clearly.
He's fine, just give him a little bit to respond, just wait a little bit. There's no reason to freak out, you'll find him. His mind reassured and stressed the fact that he would find him. It repeated itself several times in his head and slowly, his fear was brought down to a bearable level.

And then he heard something, for a second it was like a figment of his imagination, like something his mind conjured up to make him feel better, or maybe something to draw him into crossing the border. It sounded like Rabbitfluff, like Rabbitfluff saying his name and he quickly angled his ears in the direction, his pupils dilating with hope as he looked towards it.
Was that... Really him?
Several moments passed and he didn't hear anything again. Then the bush where he thought the noise came from rustled, uncertainty causing the fur along the leader's spine to bristle, his tail flicking slowly back and forth in thought. He desperately wanted to believe that that was his dear friend but.. Again, he couldn't be sure. He risked breaking the warrior code for no reason if it was his mind playing tricks on him and he would very likely disown himself for doing so.

So he waited, feeling his breath start to become uneven again and his mind starting to reel.
Am I hearing and seeing things? What is going on? There was a pause before his mind came to a conclusion.
Two things have happened, if a third prompts my attention from the same location, it is good reason to go investigate and I will do so.. Please.. Rabbitfluff, let it be you.
With this in mind, still standing, he waited, looking at that bush, hope bubbling in him like a small brook.
Please..

And then he heard the same voice and he was absolutely sure. Exploding with happiness, the brown tabby wasted no time in bounding across that border onto the Syndicate side, racing for the bush where he heard his friends voice.
"Rabbitfluff!"
Skidding to a stop, he pawed away some of the branches and leaves so that he could see his friend, his form visibly relaxing, and by that, I mean really relaxing, like the weight of the world had been lifted from his body, and Grousestar breathed out.
"Rabbitfluff, what are you doing here? Why are you on the Syndicates territory? I was worried sick, I-I I had no clue where you were! I was lucky to find your scent trail! Come on, out of this bush so we can talk properly.

He also wanted to check his friend for wounds, but he didn't bring it up in the conversation, perhaps if he asked, the tom would try and hide them from him. His worry wasn't completely away, but the majority of it was. He still had to worry about.. Why the bob-tailed tom was in the Syndicate territory hiding, or what he assumed to be hiding, in a bush. Something must have happened, Rabbitfluff never came across as the type of cat that would willingly do this, he seemed to have a decent moral code and wouldn't break the warrior code because he felt like it.

After instructing for his friend to come out of the bush, Grousestar would back up to allow him room to come out and stand, perhaps stretch if he desired to do so, the faintest look of worry glimmering in his otherwise happy green eyes.

Deerlie
March 6th, 2017, 11:07 PM
Cloudpaw raced after a bird. He didnt see the border and raced over. He spun around and found himself staring at a cat.

"Get out of here scrap!" The tom hissed. He lunged forward and bit his neck. He whipped his head around and flew him across the clearing. " This is what happens when kits like you come on our territory!" He jumped at him.


Before the cat could make another blow. He stood up and ramed his paws into the toms side. He pinned him down and got in his face snarling and hissing. "Who are you?" He hissed


"Get off me!" The tom hissed. He tried to get out of the cats grip but couldnt.


"Your name! "He dug his claws into him and growled. he lashed his tail side to side. He raised a paw.


"Fine! My name is Jasper." He hissed. He growled and finally threw him off. He threw his claws right down at the apperentice. He felt the blood run through his claws.


Cloudpaw screeched. He fell and laid here. He got back up and started to fight. He clawed the tom in the side and cluched on with his front claws. He bit his ear and made it bleed badly. The two cats rolled around fighting, screeching and hissing.

spade
March 6th, 2017, 11:16 PM
Cloudpaw raced after a bird. He didnt see the border and raced over. He spun around and found himself staring at a cat.

"Get out of here scrap!" The tom hissed. He lunged forward and bit his neck. He whipped his head around and flew him across the clearing. " This is what happens when kits like you come on our territory!" He jumped at him.


Before the cat could make another blow. He stood up and ramed his paws into the toms side. He pinned him down and got in his face snarling and hissing. "Who are you?" He hissed


"Get off me!" The tom hissed. He tried to get out of the cats grip but couldnt.


"Your name! "He dug his claws into him and growled. he lashed his tail side to side. He raised a paw.


"Fine! My name is Jasper." He hissed. He growled and finally threw him off. He threw his claws right down at the apperentice. He felt the blood run through his claws.


Cloudpaw screeched. He fell and laid here. He got back up and started to fight. He clawed the tom in the side and cluched on with his front claws. He bit his ear and made it bleed badly. The two cats rolled around fighting, screeching and hissing.

Deciding to go for a stroll along the border, mostly to avoid Cinderpaw and sitting in the medicine cat den with Ebonypaw anymore than she had to, Ashenpaw let out a soft sigh. Ever since her accident, and the Clan's liberation, she had barely seen or talked to her old friend. Yes, now at the present time she was trying to avoid him simply because it was just... awkward now. But she desperately missed the young tom, her best friend and first friend once she had become a 'paw.
Pricking her ears up as she heard a commotion towards the Dusk Syndicate border, the white and gray she-cat turned and padded forward at a brisk pace. A gasp escaped her as she spotted two cats - toms, by the look of them - locked in a ferocious flurry of tooth and claws. "Hey!" she snapped, once she recognized one of them as her Clanmate, Cloudpaw. She didn't know him too well, but she wasn't just going to let him get his fur ripped off. Without hesitation, the she-cat raced into the fray, aiming for a blow to land on Jasper's neck to knock him off balance and hopefully away from Cloudpaw. The tom reeked of the Syndicate, and terror flashed through Ashenpaw's mind, but she did her best to force it down.

Deerlie
March 6th, 2017, 11:23 PM
Deciding to go for a stroll along the border, mostly to avoid Cinderpaw and sitting in the medicine cat den with Ebonypaw anymore than she had to, Ashenpaw let out a soft sigh. Ever since her accident, and the Clan's liberation, she had barely seen or talked to her old friend. Yes, now at the present time she was trying to avoid him simply because it was just... awkward now. But she desperately missed the young tom, her best friend and first friend once she had become a 'paw.
Pricking her ears up as she heard a commotion towards the Dusk Syndicate border, the white and gray she-cat turned and padded forward at a brisk pace. A gasp escaped her as she spotted two cats - toms, by the look of them - locked in a ferocious flurry of tooth and claws. "Hey!" she snapped, once she recognized one of them as her Clanmate, Cloudpaw. She didn't know him too well, but she wasn't just going to let him get his fur ripped off. Without hesitation, the she-cat raced into the fray, aiming for a blow to land on Jasper's neck to knock him off balance and hopefully away from Cloudpaw. The tom reeked of the Syndicate, and terror flashed through Ashenpaw's mind, but she did her best to force it down.



Cloudpaw looked at her. He threw a blow at his back paws and sent him falling.


The large tom yelped. "Get off our territory!" He snapped. He snapped his jaws at the she cat. Cloudpaw jumped in the way and got on his hind paws. he dug his claws into his muzzle.


The tom yelped and jumped back. "grrrrr" He ran toward them. He lept in the air and came clying toward them.


Cloudpaw jumped up and got the wind knocked out of him. He landed and tried to get his breath back.


The tom put his paw in the air about to blow it onto cloudpaw.

ChameweonRainbow
March 7th, 2017, 05:39 AM
Needle was treading very dangerous ground. He was coming from farther north hoping to join the Dusk Syndicate, but he was now padding along the heavily scented border between SkyClan the Dusk Syndicate. This was bad, very bad. If he got caught by the wrong cat at the wrong time he could very well be killed. Needle had no desire to join SkyClan and was done trying to fend by himself on the outskirts. He might as well hope for the best and stake out the border. He slunk along in the grasses and thorns tucking his bone-thin body close to frozen earth. He kept his muscles tense to run and all his senses on high alert for either approching faction. His signature almost acid green eyes flickered from one side the border to the other apprehensively.

Deerlie
March 7th, 2017, 11:31 AM
Needle was treading very dangerous ground. He was coming from farther north hoping to join the Dusk Syndicate, but he was now padding along the heavily scented border between SkyClan the Dusk Syndicate. This was bad, very bad. If he got caught by the wrong cat at the wrong time he could very well be killed. Needle had no desire to join SkyClan and was done trying to fend by himself on the outskirts. He might as well hope for the best and stake out the border. He slunk along in the grasses and thorns tucking his bone-thin body close to frozen earth. He kept his muscles tense to run and all his senses on high alert for either approching faction. His signature almost acid green eyes flickered from one side the border to the other apprehensively.

The tom know as Death saw him
"Hello?"
he asked him. He looked at him and frowned.
"You look cold. Come on, ill bring you to my camp." he purred.
Even though his name was Death, He was friendly. He didnt want to be a weakling and he chose this clan. He beleived in Starclan but not in the Dark Forest.



(ELLO!:wave5:)

Dreams of forever
March 7th, 2017, 11:40 AM
A sleek black she cat with a white chest stalked around the border watching some of the commotion

ChameweonRainbow
March 7th, 2017, 12:04 PM
[QUOTE=Jaymist/Ravenkit;193837]The tom know as Death saw him
"Hello?"
he asked him. He looked at him and frowned.
"You look cold. Come on, ill bring you to my camp." he purred.
Even though his name was Death, He was friendly. He didnt want to be a weakling and he chose this clan. He beleived in Starclan but not in the Dark Forest.
Jaymist/Ravenkit
Needle looked quizzically at the cat before him. This cat must be from the Dusk Syndicate and so far gave off no implication of aggression. Never the less Needle unsheathed his claws and razed his hackles slightly in a sign of "Don't you dare try and pull anything on me." He was cold however and rather hungry too. So he cleared his throat and replied "I presume you are from the Dusk Syndicate and if so I come here on the implication of joining your group. I wish to speak with the commander as soon as possible in hopes that I may join your ranks." His voice always gave off a slight hiss no matter on what terms he spoke and he hoped that in this situation his peculiar speech wouldn't be taken offensively. He inclined his head respectively and adverted his gaze slightly in a sign of non-aggression for he wanted to be on good terms with the Dusk Syndicate should they decided to let him join.

Link to where I have my character sheet for Needle: http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=4728

Dreams of forever
March 7th, 2017, 12:12 PM
The she cat looked at the commotion,"Hello there I'm Flower!" She called from a tree, she smirked kindly

ChameweonRainbow
March 7th, 2017, 12:40 PM
The she cat looked at the commotion,"Hello there I'm Flower!" She called from a tree, she smirked kindly
Needle twitched his ears in mild agitation. He did not like being interrupted when discussing important matters or discussing anything in general. He wasn't the most socially adept cat as he rarely if ever spoke to another cat except to either tell them to go away or ask if he could briefly hunt around the area. He burst out into the strange maniacal laugh he always did when he was upset, angry, or excited. His disturbing cackle abruptly cut off as he whipped his head around to hiss at the she-cat through his Cheshire grin and stared up at her with a deranged and predatory stare. "Hey miss, would you be so kind as to not interrupt me when I'm clearly in an important conversation?" he asked in an unnaturally cheery voice. Then like flicking a switch, all traces of joking left his face and he glared at the she-cat with dangerous green eyes. "If you do that again I might come up there and swipe out your tongue so you can't interrupt me again" he stated flatly.

Dreams of forever
March 7th, 2017, 12:46 PM
Needle twitched his ears in mild agitation. He did not like being interrupted when discussing important matters or discussing anything in general. He wasn't the most socially adept cat as he rarely if ever spoke to another cat except to either tell them to go away or ask if he could briefly hunt around the area. He burst out into the strange maniacal laugh he always did when he was upset, angry, or excited. His disturbing cackle abruptly cut off as he whipped his head around to hiss at the she-cat through his Cheshire grin and stared up at her with a deranged and predatory stare. "Hey miss, would you be so kind as to not interrupt me when I'm clearly in an important conversation?" he asked in an unnaturally cheery voice. Then like flicking a switch, all traces of joking left his face and he glared at the she-cat with dangerous green eyes. "If you do that again I might come up there and swipe out your tongue so you can't interrupt me again" he stated flatly.
The she cat recoiled,"I'm sorry!" She apologized backing away, she didn't like when cats yelled at her and she was going to say something else but didn't,"Rude much!" She muttered walking away her tail flicking, she couldn't believe that he did that,"He didn't even say my name, my name is not miss!" She hissed half to herself, she came upon a creek, she wadded in and the coolness of the water soothed her thought

ChameweonRainbow
March 7th, 2017, 12:55 PM
Jaymist/Ravenkit
After the she-cat known as Flower left the area Needle turned back towards Death and cleared his throat. "I apologize for the distraction from our conversation. Back to business then shall we?" He purred. He sat back on his haunches ruffled his short fur to try and keep out the biting wind.

Deerlie
March 8th, 2017, 06:27 AM
[QUOTE=Jaymist/Ravenkit;193837]The tom know as Death saw him
"Hello?"
he asked him. He looked at him and frowned.
"You look cold. Come on, ill bring you to my camp." he purred.
Even though his name was Death, He was friendly. He didnt want to be a weakling and he chose this clan. He beleived in Starclan but not in the Dark Forest.
@Jaymist/Ravenkit (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=1736)
Needle looked quizzically at the cat before him. This cat must be from the Dusk Syndicate and so far gave off no implication of aggression. Never the less Needle unsheathed his claws and razed his hackles slightly in a sign of "Don't you dare try and pull anything on me." He was cold however and rather hungry too. So he cleared his throat and replied "I presume you are from the Dusk Syndicate and if so I come here on the implication of joining your group. I wish to speak with the commander as soon as possible in hopes that I may join your ranks." His voice always gave off a slight hiss no matter on what terms he spoke and he hoped that in this situation his peculiar speech wouldn't be taken offensively. He inclined his head respectively and adverted his gaze slightly in a sign of non-aggression for he wanted to be on good terms with the Dusk Syndicate should they decided to let him join.

Link to where I have my character sheet for Needle: http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=4728



(also meet me in tge dusk Synidcate territory. Ill be there. I may be on later cuz i have to go to school. , . :()
@Cham
"Ok. I wont pull anything, only if you dont." He said. He saw the shecat and smiled. "Thats flower. She can be annoying but cute when she wants. "He purred. "Come. I will bring you to out camp. " He said. He flicked his tail and padded away. He looked over his shoulder to see if he was following.




@Lilly (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=269)
Cloudpaw wriggled around on the other cat. He threw his claw on the black toms face.


The tom got offl He looked at him and grabbed his scruff. He dragged him away.


Cloudpaw writhered and hissed. He couldnt get free. "Help!" he wailed.

ChameweonRainbow
March 8th, 2017, 09:19 AM
Jaymist/Ravenkit
Needle got up and padded after the cat named Death. His eyes darted always searching for any possible threats.
-to the Dusk Syndicate territory-

Deerlie
March 8th, 2017, 11:38 AM
(OK)

monfang
March 10th, 2017, 10:51 AM
{ Slash-GNR }
Kovu had returned to the border, his father now back and his mother now happy-ish. He looked around, remembering the time as a kit when he saw Gingerkit. He wondered if she was still here, but then again... That was moons ago. The mischief they got into, including the run from badgers (and the fact they were almost killed) only made his 'staying away from the border' harder. He was a lean, slender, dark russet tom, and he had long fur around his neck like a mane. He padded around, looking, his eyes filled with some sadness. He decided to do something stupid. "G-Ginger...?" he called.

Slash-GNR
March 10th, 2017, 11:55 AM
{ Slash-GNR }
Kovu had returned to the border, his father now back and his mother now happy-ish. He looked around, remembering the time as a kit when he saw Gingerkit. He wondered if she was still here, but then again... That was moons ago. The mischief they got into, including the run from badgers (and the fact they were almost killed) only made his 'staying away from the border' harder. He was a lean, slender, dark russet tom, and he had long fur around his neck like a mane. He padded around, looking, his eyes filled with some sadness. He decided to do something stupid. "G-Ginger...?" he called.

A ginger almost like fire colored female could be seen about to pounce on some prey. However, she was interrupted as he name was called. She perked her ears at the familiar voice. "Kovu?" she asked as she appeared through the brush to see her old friend. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him. She didn't know what to do, so she just stood there staring. (They are young warriors right? well ginger at least since she is in a clan?)

monfang
March 10th, 2017, 12:10 PM
A ginger almost like fire colored female could be seen about to pounce on some prey. However, she was interrupted as he name was called. She perked her ears at the familiar voice. "Kovu?" she asked as she appeared through the brush to see her old friend. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him. She didn't know what to do, so she just stood there staring. (They are young warriors right? well ginger at least since she is in a clan?)
(no like.... older apprentice)
Kovu smiled as she came almost like clock work. He purred and let his yellow orbs flicker. "Hey.... It's... been a while." he said with a break. He was surprised to see her, and he was kind of happy to see her to. They had some good times together.

spade
March 12th, 2017, 08:04 PM
Cloudpaw looked at her. He threw a blow at his back paws and sent him falling.


The large tom yelped. "Get off our territory!" He snapped. He snapped his jaws at the she cat. Cloudpaw jumped in the way and got on his hind paws. he dug his claws into his muzzle.


The tom yelped and jumped back. "grrrrr" He ran toward them. He lept in the air and came clying toward them.


Cloudpaw jumped up and got the wind knocked out of him. He landed and tried to get his breath back.


The tom put his paw in the air about to blow it onto cloudpaw.

Eyes wide in shock, Ashenpaw scooted back a little to avoid the two toms as they barreled past her, locked in a tight battle. "Hey, Syndicate scum! Why don't you leave us alone? He probably didn't even realize he had crossed the border!" she shouted, ears pinning back against her head. The young apprentices legs shook under the weight of the situation before her; she was definitely not fond of any type of confrontation, which is why she was out of the SkyClan camp today in the first place - to avoid Cinderpaw. Seeing that Cloudpaw was in the direct fire of what looked to be a death blow move, the white and gray she-cat dashed forward, aiming to hit the Syndicate tom's side with her head, hoping to throw him off balance and away from Cloudpaw. "Get out of here!" she screeched in her Clanmates direction, eyes squeezed shut as she prepared for impact.

Deerlie
March 13th, 2017, 12:11 AM
Eyes wide in shock, Ashenpaw scooted back a little to avoid the two toms as they barreled past her, locked in a tight battle. "Hey, Syndicate scum! Why don't you leave us alone? He probably didn't even realize he had crossed the border!" she shouted, ears pinning back against her head. The young apprentices legs shook under the weight of the situation before her; she was definitely not fond of any type of confrontation, which is why she was out of the SkyClan camp today in the first place - to avoid Cinderpaw. Seeing that Cloudpaw was in the direct fire of what looked to be a death blow move, the white and gray she-cat dashed forward, aiming to hit the Syndicate tom's side with her head, hoping to throw him off balance and away from Cloudpaw. "Get out of here!" she screeched in her Clanmates direction, eyes squeezed shut as she prepared for impact.

"Grrr . .il get you! I'll have them all attack SkyClan ad have you defeted!"He snarled.
"No! I Wont let you get hurt! Not while imhere." He felt like all of thebcans were with him as he lept in. He twisted in mid air avoiding the blows. He opened his eyes as they glowed. He spoke in a riddle. "When darkness comes, Beware, The tom as Snow will come"He kept saying. He lept at him in a fash biting his neck. He saw a stick and used hs pawtograb it. "Dont touch her or ill BREAK YU!" he sjarledl He threw him on the ground and stalked off "Lets go."He said.


The DS cat gt up. He lept at Aspenpaw and landed on her.
Cloudpaw spun around with a bad look.

Starfall
March 13th, 2017, 07:30 PM
Empress Of Evil

He had finally managed to escape the camp, his curiosity would soon be quenched, his questions were soon going to be answered. He didn't like the fact that they cooped him up in the clan, he wanted to go run around and explore, and he finally found the perfect opportunity to do so. He promised himself he would only be our for a few moments, once he was able to drink in all of the answers he had been longing for, once he felt as though all of the mysteries have been solved. The light grey mane coon looked up, he had Fernweh, but it would soon be resolved, and the thought of that made the young kit purr. He looked around at the snow blotted ground, a few piles of snow scattered here and there, a sense of joy rushed through him, so he decided to go and leap into the cold pile. For a few seconds he was buried, but his head popped up and his blue hues shone with happiness and delight, he liked this, adventuring out side the clan, he had decided eh would do it more often. The little tom let his guard down and didn't have a single care in the world, he had forgotten the dangers within the new territory.

Empress Of Evil
March 14th, 2017, 12:17 AM
Empress Of Evil

He had finally managed to escape the camp, his curiosity would soon be quenched, his questions were soon going to be answered. He didn't like the fact that they cooped him up in the clan, he wanted to go run around and explore, and he finally found the perfect opportunity to do so. He promised himself he would only be our for a few moments, once he was able to drink in all of the answers he had been longing for, once he felt as though all of the mysteries have been solved. The light grey mane coon looked up, he had Fernweh, but it would soon be resolved, and the thought of that made the young kit purr. He looked around at the snow blotted ground, a few piles of snow scattered here and there, a sense of joy rushed through him, so he decided to go and leap into the cold pile. For a few seconds he was buried, but his head popped up and his blue hues shone with happiness and delight, he liked this, adventuring out side the clan, he had decided eh would do it more often. The little tom let his guard down and didn't have a single care in the world, he had forgotten the dangers within the new territory.



A rather large tom cat was strolling along the border, occasionally dragging his tongue over his lips, his eyes keen and alert. It had been a while since Hades had made any kills, so he had decided to see if he could find any prey today. He didn't mean any kinds of prey as in rabbits and mice, he meant cats. He had always found a satisfaction for blood. No, he didn't drink it, but it was very nice to feel his teeth sinking into flesh. Not to forget, his quite enjoyed the metallic taste of the crimson liquid. Hades was hidden quite well but small shrubs, crouching down low to make sure he wouldn't be seen. His pale green eyes blended in with the new leaves of the young bush, blinking every so often. Ah, my first victim, Hades thought, smiling in a sinister kind of way as he spotted a young cat bouncing around in the territory like there wasn't a care in the world.
The egyptian mau stood up and put on a fake friendly face. He started padding towards the young kit. This will be such an easy kill, the fighter thought. A puny kit doesn't stand a chance against me, he thought smugly. Hades was very certain that he was a perfect cat, he believed he had no flaws. Of course this wasn't true, but he preferred not to believe that. "Hello little one. What are you doing out here in the scary territory? Isn't your mother going to be worried?" he said in a sweet tone of voice. His smile almost a sickening sight to see.

Fawn
March 16th, 2017, 10:12 PM
{Haha no problem!! Tbh my replies are likely going to be delayed as well, just as a heads up!}

As he stood there for what felt like a painstakingly long time waiting for some sort of response from his friend, one that he desperately hoped was still alive and well and was close by, he could feel his heart beating at an uncomfortably fast level and could feel his stomach churning with fear. It was almost the same feeling he felt before ultimately losing his first life and it was somewhat surprising.
He tried to reason with himself that this is how he would feel with any cat of his clan who was missing, or with any of his friends, but there was a small part of his mind that had argued that this was too intense of a feeling for that. But if that was the case, then what would be the reasoning?
The leader didn't care to ponder at the moment, there was an important task at hand.

Pacing at the border, he strained every ounce of his being to listen for his friend, some sort of response, anything. His emerald gaze sweeping back and forth in the dark forest that yawned ahead of him, his mind half expecting to see the haunting image of those red-orange eyes of that cat he had met when he confronted two cats of the Syndicate nearly a moon ago, but he saw no such thing. Everything felt silent, there was not a wind blowing, not a bird chirping and Grousestar didn't like it.

Time ticked by more and more and it almost made the feeling worsen it felt like, the brown tabby forcing himself to sit down and take a slow calming breath.
It wasn't like him to freak out like this. He was the leader of Skyclan, he helped to liberate the four clans, he's protected his clan bravely and as any leader knows, it is best to approach a situation calmly so that you can think more clearly.
He's fine, just give him a little bit to respond, just wait a little bit. There's no reason to freak out, you'll find him. His mind reassured and stressed the fact that he would find him. It repeated itself several times in his head and slowly, his fear was brought down to a bearable level.

And then he heard something, for a second it was like a figment of his imagination, like something his mind conjured up to make him feel better, or maybe something to draw him into crossing the border. It sounded like Rabbitfluff, like Rabbitfluff saying his name and he quickly angled his ears in the direction, his pupils dilating with hope as he looked towards it.
Was that... Really him?
Several moments passed and he didn't hear anything again. Then the bush where he thought the noise came from rustled, uncertainty causing the fur along the leader's spine to bristle, his tail flicking slowly back and forth in thought. He desperately wanted to believe that that was his dear friend but.. Again, he couldn't be sure. He risked breaking the warrior code for no reason if it was his mind playing tricks on him and he would very likely disown himself for doing so.

So he waited, feeling his breath start to become uneven again and his mind starting to reel.
Am I hearing and seeing things? What is going on? There was a pause before his mind came to a conclusion.
Two things have happened, if a third prompts my attention from the same location, it is good reason to go investigate and I will do so.. Please.. Rabbitfluff, let it be you.
With this in mind, still standing, he waited, looking at that bush, hope bubbling in him like a small brook.
Please..

And then he heard the same voice and he was absolutely sure. Exploding with happiness, the brown tabby wasted no time in bounding across that border onto the Syndicate side, racing for the bush where he heard his friends voice.
"Rabbitfluff!"
Skidding to a stop, he pawed away some of the branches and leaves so that he could see his friend, his form visibly relaxing, and by that, I mean really relaxing, like the weight of the world had been lifted from his body, and Grousestar breathed out.
"Rabbitfluff, what are you doing here? Why are you on the Syndicates territory? I was worried sick, I-I I had no clue where you were! I was lucky to find your scent trail! Come on, out of this bush so we can talk properly.

He also wanted to check his friend for wounds, but he didn't bring it up in the conversation, perhaps if he asked, the tom would try and hide them from him. His worry wasn't completely away, but the majority of it was. He still had to worry about.. Why the bob-tailed tom was in the Syndicate territory hiding, or what he assumed to be hiding, in a bush. Something must have happened, Rabbitfluff never came across as the type of cat that would willingly do this, he seemed to have a decent moral code and wouldn't break the warrior code because he felt like it.

After instructing for his friend to come out of the bush, Grousestar would back up to allow him room to come out and stand, perhaps stretch if he desired to do so, the faintest look of worry glimmering in his otherwise happy green eyes.
Stomach churning with uneasiness, Rabbitfluff's attention drifted from the situation at hand, his awareness going with it as he struggled to keep himself together and avoid a subsequent breakdown after the harsh interaction with Hannibal. He didn't know how to begin to mentally cope, or if there was anything to mentally cope with. Maybe it was simply how things were now; he had to accept his family was gone and it was probably because of his actions, a failure of a warrior, son, and sibling. The tom remained curled into a tight ball, afraid to move an inch. Terrified of giving away his position, but even more fearful of the Dusk Syndicate. The trauma inflicted was non-physical but no less damaging when he had a weakened mind, more susceptible to abuse, after losing his last family member shortly after SkyClan's transition into the new territories.

His ears lifted from their flattened position when he heard a feline approaching, heart shipping a beat as he briefly considered dashing from his hiding place in case it was an enemy from this side of the border. However, the voice--sounding eerily like the real Grousestar's--persuaded him into staying put. His paws felt like dead weight, anyway, unsure if he could escape if he wanted to. "Grousestar?" the name fell from him, mystified and confused, distant. With the influence of Hannibal, he'd been thoroughly convinced nobody would come for him except perhaps a Dusk Syndicate patrol hoping to finish him off. Grousestar's words made his head spin more than it already was, as it directly conflicted with what he'd just been told.

"Are they.. around?" his fright bled into the inquiry. As if trying to clarify who he meant, Rabbitfluff's blue eyes shifted rapidly while he offered an equally-vague, "Them." Cognitive clarity was long-since gone when he was stuck in a survival mindset. He still couldn't manage to remember when he and Hannibal had even spoken, or long he'd been missing from SkyClan, but he did feel guilt for worrying Grousestar if he was being honest about his concern.

Assuming it was safe, Rabbitfluff inched forward from the bush and partially into the open, scanning the area intensely before continuing to go a little further. His gaze was cloudy and seemed to peer through the leader, seeing some distant danger or memory that was available solely to him. "I'd taken a walk and.. ended up on the border." Rabbitfluff seemed to pause but didn't keep going, thoughts of the manipulative stranger resurfacing.

Starfall
March 18th, 2017, 12:22 PM
A rather large tom cat was strolling along the border, occasionally dragging his tongue over his lips, his eyes keen and alert. It had been a while since Hades had made any kills, so he had decided to see if he could find any prey today. He didn't mean any kinds of prey as in rabbits and mice, he meant cats. He had always found a satisfaction for blood. No, he didn't drink it, but it was very nice to feel his teeth sinking into flesh. Not to forget, his quite enjoyed the metallic taste of the crimson liquid. Hades was hidden quite well but small shrubs, crouching down low to make sure he wouldn't be seen. His pale green eyes blended in with the new leaves of the young bush, blinking every so often. Ah, my first victim, Hades thought, smiling in a sinister kind of way as he spotted a young cat bouncing around in the territory like there wasn't a care in the world.
The egyptian mau stood up and put on a fake friendly face. He started padding towards the young kit. This will be such an easy kill, the fighter thought. A puny kit doesn't stand a chance against me, he thought smugly. Hades was very certain that he was a perfect cat, he believed he had no flaws. Of course this wasn't true, but he preferred not to believe that. "Hello little one. What are you doing out here in the scary territory? Isn't your mother going to be worried?" he said in a sweet tone of voice. His smile almost a sickening sight to see.

The young kit was oblivious to the sikingly sweet voices masked menace, how would he be able to spot the danger? He was young, and easily trusted anyone that was within his sight. The grey tabby Maine coon smiled sweetly up at the older Tom, he believed he was a warrior, he didn't see which side the other came from. His pelt was still littered with snow flakes and specks of mud from the wet, thawing ground "O-oh my M-Mum doesn't know I'm out here, w-well I don't think she knows. But I-I heard tons of apprentices and warriors talk about the t-territory and I wanted to see it. I a-also kinda hoped I would bump into a Dusk syndi- synci-" he struggled, he never actually tried to pronounce the other group's name, until now. After a few seconds the younger sneezed and giggled, the snow around him puffed around him, creating a cloud. His attention was snatched away from the larger, much more muscular cat for a few seconds as he watched a butterfly flutter past, it was as stunning orange with black tips on the wing, as was as wide as the kits face. After staring at the insect for a few seconds his light blue hues were focused back onto Hades, he cocked his head to the side and smiled widely "What's your name? Mines S-Soulkit." he purred, he was excided, he may have found a potential friend, a comerade, the very thought excited him. He was naturally a soft spoken Tom, and got embarrassed very easily, but when it came to talking to the stranger, he felt his words naturally flow. He studdered a lot less than he normally did, that made him believe that the strong Tom was going to become his best friend.

Silvershadow
March 18th, 2017, 03:25 PM
Harley lay under a pine tree, her black fur gleaming in the sun. Her ears twitched when she heard the voice of a cat and a tom. 'Who could that be,' she wondered. Standing, she shook out her pelt and padded towards the noise, her long, soft tail held high. She saw the tom and the kit to whom he was talking to and padded over to them. She sat down near a thorn bush, wrapping her tail neatly around her paws.

Empress Of Evil
March 18th, 2017, 05:15 PM
The young kit was oblivious to the sikingly sweet voices masked menace, how would he be able to spot the danger? He was young, and easily trusted anyone that was within his sight. The grey tabby Maine coon smiled sweetly up at the older Tom, he believed he was a warrior, he didn't see which side the other came from. His pelt was still littered with snow flakes and specks of mud from the wet, thawing ground "O-oh my M-Mum doesn't know I'm out here, w-well I don't think she knows. But I-I heard tons of apprentices and warriors talk about the t-territory and I wanted to see it. I a-also kinda hoped I would bump into a Dusk syndi- synci-" he struggled, he never actually tried to pronounce the other group's name, until now. After a few seconds the younger sneezed and giggled, the snow around him puffed around him, creating a cloud. His attention was snatched away from the larger, much more muscular cat for a few seconds as he watched a butterfly flutter past, it was as stunning orange with black tips on the wing, as was as wide as the kits face. After staring at the insect for a few seconds his light blue hues were focused back onto Hades, he cocked his head to the side and smiled widely "What's your name? Mines S-Soulkit." he purred, he was excided, he may have found a potential friend, a comerade, the very thought excited him. He was naturally a soft spoken Tom, and got embarrassed very easily, but when it came to talking to the stranger, he felt his words naturally flow. He studdered a lot less than he normally did, that made him believe that the strong Tom was going to become his best friend.



So innocent, Hades thought, hiding a smug smirk beneath a mask of kindness. The large tom cat clicked his tongue softly on the roof of his mouth. "Oh no no no, you don't want to bump into a Dusk Syndicate cat. They're dangerous and they could tear a sweet little kit like you in less than a second," Hades said in a voice smeared with fake sweetness. How cute, Hades thought sourly as the SkyClan kit sneezed, creating a small cloud of snow. "You're mother must be very worried," Hades murmured softly, not dropping his act of sweet smiles and soft eyes. The word mother reminded him of Illusion. Would Illusion worried if one of their kits disappeared? Hades knew that he would be worried, but rather proud at the same time. It isn't just any old day where a kit escapes from the Dusk Syndicate nursery. While Soulkit was occupied, Hades quickly dropped the kind expression and put on one of disgust. He shook the snow out of his paws. Don't I just hate damp fur, Hades thought as he continued to shake out the chilling snow. He quickly stamped down his paw and put his fake smile back on as Soulkit focused his attention on him once again. "Soulkit? What a lovely name," Hades complimented, giving the kit a warm fake smile. What kind of an excuse of a cat names their kit, 'Soulkit'? Such a bad taste in names, the egyptian mau thought. Most would've found the name Soulkit an intriguing name, but Hades just wasn't one of those cats unfortunately. "My name is Hades," the fighter then continued. "And guess what Soulkit? Today's your lucky day. You've just met a Dusk Syndicate cat. Me," Hades snarled with a wide grin of menace. As he ended his sentence, he slammed a large forepaw down on Soulkit, hoping to hear a loud cracking noise.

Starfall
March 19th, 2017, 12:41 AM
So innocent, Hades thought, hiding a smug smirk beneath a mask of kindness. The large tom cat clicked his tongue softly on the roof of his mouth. "Oh no no no, you don't want to bump into a Dusk Syndicate cat. They're dangerous and they could tear a sweet little kit like you in less than a second," Hades said in a voice smeared with fake sweetness. How cute, Hades thought sourly as the SkyClan kit sneezed, creating a small cloud of snow. "You're mother must be very worried," Hades murmured softly, not dropping his act of sweet smiles and soft eyes. The word mother reminded him of Illusion. Would Illusion worried if one of their kits disappeared? Hades knew that he would be worried, but rather proud at the same time. It isn't just any old day where a kit escapes from the Dusk Syndicate nursery. While Soulkit was occupied, Hades quickly dropped the kind expression and put on one of disgust. He shook the snow out of his paws. Don't I just hate damp fur, Hades thought as he continued to shake out the chilling snow. He quickly stamped down his paw and put his fake smile back on as Soulkit focused his attention on him once again. "Soulkit? What a lovely name," Hades complimented, giving the kit a warm fake smile. What kind of an excuse of a cat names their kit, 'Soulkit'? Such a bad taste in names, the egyptian mau thought. Most would've found the name Soulkit an intriguing name, but Hades just wasn't one of those cats unfortunately. "My name is Hades," the fighter then continued. "And guess what Soulkit? Today's your lucky day. You've just met a Dusk Syndicate cat. Me," Hades snarled with a wide grin of menace. As he ended his sentence, he slammed a large forepaw down on Soulkit, hoping to hear a loud cracking noise.

( ;0; )

The grey tom smiled sweetly up at the other, his tail tip twitching "But not A-all cats are like that, S-some could be nice as we-well." he explained, the young tom truly did try and find the good in every one, it was just the way he was. He believed that every cat deserved a second chance, no matter what they had done, no matter what their past was. His sky blue hues flickered with confusion for a few seconds as the older, and much more muscular tom mentioned his mother once more, maybe he was right, would his mother be worried sick about him now, had she even found out that he left. The tabby then became a little home sick, he wanted to go back to his warm nest, snuggle with his siblings, play with the Warriors. He turned his attention back in the direction of camp and sighed, it was about time for him to go back. Soulkit was pulled out of his thoughts however by the compliment given by the ladder, he pointed his ears in the direction of Hades and smiled sweetly, his hues flashing with excitement once he figured out he had finally met a cat from the Dusk Syndicate "R-really you ar-" but he was cut off as the other male tied squished him against the cold ground, a choked sound came out of the kit as he hit the ground with a great force. A very audible crack was heard only two seconds after the impact, the two moon old kits arm had been broken, along with most of his ribs, not yet his spine. The grey Maine coon was in shock, his hues wide, his maw open in a silent scream, yet all that came out were small choking sounds. Tears began to well up in his eyes and he looked up at the massive tom "W-why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, it quivered with fear, it quivered in horror, this was it, he knew, he had heard of tales like these, of cats dying.

Soulkit let his head hit the ground, he was too weak to hold it up, though he was still breathing, he was still clinging to life, barely. For a few seconds the kit let out wails, shrieks, although his voice would often break, and it wasn't loud enough for a patrol to hear. But, it wasn't for a patrol, it was directed to Starclan, he wished upon them to save him, all he wanted to do now was to go tell his mother and father that he loved them, he wanted to play with his littermates and he wanted to go watch the Warriors and apprentices as they played. He wanted to go home. The young kits cheeks were moist from the salty water, his blue hues were glossy and they danced with fear and sadness. He let out a few choked gasps and coughs, it was almost time for him to go, but not to home, but to play and giggle with his ancestors. He should have listened, "I-I hope, t-that you fin- find warmth some day." he gasped, smiling sweetly up at Hades, and he truly did mean it, the older tom seemed cold and distant. He let out a few strained gasps and waited for the dusk Syndicate fighter to deal the final blow.

Brilliance
March 19th, 2017, 05:59 PM
A large dark tabby tom walked briskly through the borders. He was finally gone. He finally could have peace. He was finally away from the nagging she-cat that dubbed him as a friend. He specifically wished to stay away from the she-cat that loved to smother him, as if they were mates. The thought made him shudder, and he was glad to have gotten away, but his mind lingered back to it.

Syrup, who was heavily pregnant had came to see him earlier that day. Apparently she only wanted to talk, but Danger didn’t want to talk to her. In fact, he tried through desperate measures just to ignore her, but the flirty kitty was in no mood for the ignorance. She was heavily pregnant, with cravings and mood swings. She got annoyed at every little thing that happened, and she would usually blame it on the nearest cat. Danger tried to leave, but she fought him, telling him her problems, and how she wished that she never went off with that tom...he stopped listening to her complaints, looking into the distance and wondering how he was going to get out of that situation.

To make things more complicated, Angelica decided to make an appearance, already claiming the tom for herself as she curled around him, and started licking him as if he enjoyed it. He swiped at her cheek, angry at her display of affection. Angelica only laughed, but she continued to cuddle him, allowing her tail to wrap around his, and leaning into his side. She joked that they should have kits someday...that it would bring them closer.

That was when Danger had enough. He unsheathed his claws and aimed for Angelica’s face, but she quickly had backed away, laughing it off, thinking it was a joke. Her eyes sparked with troublesome love, and she already claimed him, and knew she would fight off any females that dare even look his way. She was his after all.

Danger scowled at the females and he threatened them. Although Syrup had her own problems, he did not feel the least bit of sympathy for her. He didn’t care. As for Angelica? She could be dead, and he still wouldn’t care. Vixen was also there, but she was quiet. She kept to herself, looking off into the distance as Angelica made her advances on him. He had no problem with Vixen. She seemed like the only feline who was oblivious to his presence, and he respected that.

Since the two annoying she-cat chased him to the border. Danger just wished for some peace and quiet. He looked across at Skyclan, glaring his eyes. He looked away, feeling a sickness curl into his stomach if he dared continue to stare ahead. Instead, he walked until he found a tree. A large enough tree that was nice to hide him from prying eyes--especially the eyes of Angelica or Syrup. Though Syrup wasn’t as annoying as Angelica was. He didn’t want to be bothered with both anyway. He swiftly jumped on each branch, landing with a perfect landing until he reach the top, covered by the leaves. Finally alone, he laid down, his tail swishing lightly, and his paws underneath him. He purred, a deep and melodic purr that he never allowed anyone to hear. Then, he laid down...closing his eyes for a well needed nap.

Slash-GNR

Slash-GNR
March 19th, 2017, 06:16 PM
A large dark tabby tom walked briskly through the borders. He was finally gone. He finally could have peace. He was finally away from the nagging she-cat that dubbed him as a friend. He specifically wished to stay away from the she-cat that loved to smother him, as if they were mates. The thought made him shudder, and he was glad to have gotten away, but his mind lingered back to it.

Syrup, who was heavily pregnant had came to see him earlier that day. Apparently she only wanted to talk, but Danger didn’t want to talk to her. In fact, he tried through desperate measures just to ignore her, but the flirty kitty was in no mood for the ignorance. She was heavily pregnant, with cravings and mood swings. She got annoyed at every little thing that happened, and she would usually blame it on the nearest cat. Danger tried to leave, but she fought him, telling him her problems, and how she wished that she never went off with that tom...he stopped listening to her complaints, looking into the distance and wondering how he was going to get out of that situation.

To make things more complicated, Angelica decided to make an appearance, already claiming the tom for herself as she curled around him, and started licking him as if he enjoyed it. He swiped at her cheek, angry at her display of affection. Angelica only laughed, but she continued to cuddle him, allowing her tail to wrap around his, and leaning into his side. She joked that they should have kits someday...that it would bring them closer.

That was when Danger had enough. He unsheathed his claws and aimed for Angelica’s face, but she quickly had backed away, laughing it off, thinking it was a joke. Her eyes sparked with troublesome love, and she already claimed him, and knew she would fight off any females that dare even look his way. She was his after all.

Danger scowled at the females and he threatened them. Although Syrup had her own problems, he did not feel the least bit of sympathy for her. He didn’t care. As for Angelica? She could be dead, and he still wouldn’t care. Vixen was also there, but she was quiet. She kept to herself, looking off into the distance as Angelica made her advances on him. He had no problem with Vixen. She seemed like the only feline who was oblivious to his presence, and he respected that.

Since the two annoying she-cat chased him to the border. Danger just wished for some peace and quiet. He looked across at Skyclan, glaring his eyes. He looked away, feeling a sickness curl into his stomach if he dared continue to stare ahead. Instead, he walked until he found a tree. A large enough tree that was nice to hide him from prying eyes--especially the eyes of Angelica or Syrup. Though Syrup wasn’t as annoying as Angelica was. He didn’t want to be bothered with both anyway. He swiftly jumped on each branch, landing with a perfect landing until he reach the top, covered by the leaves. Finally alone, he laid down, his tail swishing lightly, and his paws underneath him. He purred, a deep and melodic purr that he never allowed anyone to hear. Then, he laid down...closing his eyes for a well needed nap.

Slash-GNR

(Hahaha, poor Danger xD)

A orange black spotted she-cat could be seen laying in a tree. She was in the tree where she had met Bluejay, but he had not visited her in a long time. She sighed at the thought that he had left her, but she knew that she... a prideful loner who did not need any other cat besides herself... to fall into depression. However, the female did have hatred for him at that moment in time as she knitted the fur above her eyes and unsheathed her long, sharp claws. Fala wasn't the type of cat to sit there and do nothing. No, she knew she had to either seek revenge or get over the issue. The loner then decided to just to let it go. "He didn't even care for me anyway..." she sighed as she got up and pounced to another tree branch.

Once she leaped to the lower branch, Fala slid her muscular, long body down the trunk onto the forest floor. There she stretched her power muscles and turned herself around facing the large oak tree. She then stretched her body up the trunk and began to sharpen her claws making a raking noise in the process. The loner was in Thunderclan territory, but she didn't care. In fact, she cared very little about rules. The fire that burned in her usually over came anything... Therefore, she tended to do as she saw fit. Fala knew she had to get moving and stop waiting for Bluejay... She blinked as she looked around to head in a direction that would hopefully lead her away from her heart break and problems.

Fala shook her head as she began to trot towards DS territory. She was aware of it, but again, she didn't mind. Then again, the DS cats most suited her fiery personality, but some of those cats were bland and had nothing important about them. She took cautious steps attempting not to make much noise to wake or cause attention towards her. All she wanted to do was be left alone, but a strange scent flooded her nostrils as she came near the DS and Skyclan territory. It was the scent of... of... "A cat," she muttered aloud. It was not Bluejay thankfully, so she continued on towards the scent.

Upon arriving at the border, Fala crouched her body low to the ground in order to search for the source of the smell. However, it almost smelt like the scent was around her rather than in front of the she-cat. She looked up into the trees, but she didn't see anything. Granted, the sun was in her eyes, but still... The female then leaned up against a tree and began to groom herself. Then she looked up, "I can smell you ya know... You have she-cat scent all over you. Plus, your scent couldn't be missed either way," she said as she rubbed her paw over her ear. Then she placed her paw back down. She blinked as she looked blankly across the forest. "You must be a real prize to have so many she-cats want to be near you," she chuckled, but there was a bit of sadness and hatred in her tone for Bluejay. She would get over him soon enough though. She honestly was a sweet cat with a moderate temper if you pushed her that far, but she would never go over the border of murder or anything like that.

Brilliance
March 19th, 2017, 07:20 PM
(Hahaha, poor Danger xD)

A orange black spotted she-cat could be seen laying in a tree. She was in the tree where she had met Bluejay, but he had not visited her in a long time. She sighed at the thought that he had left her, but she knew that she... a prideful loner who did not need any other cat besides herself... to fall into depression. However, the female did have hatred for him at that moment in time as she knitted the fur above her eyes and unsheathed her long, sharp claws. Fala wasn't the type of cat to sit there and do nothing. No, she knew she had to either seek revenge or get over the issue. The loner then decided to just to let it go. "He didn't even care for me anyway..." she sighed as she got up and pounced to another tree branch.

Once she leaped to the lower branch, Fala slid her muscular, long body down the trunk onto the forest floor. There she stretched her power muscles and turned herself around facing the large oak tree. She then stretched her body up the trunk and began to sharpen her claws making a raking noise in the process. The loner was in Thunderclan territory, but she didn't care. In fact, she cared very little about rules. The fire that burned in her usually over came anything... Therefore, she tended to do as she saw fit. Fala knew she had to get moving and stop waiting for Bluejay... She blinked as she looked around to head in a direction that would hopefully lead her away from her heart break and problems.

Fala shook her head as she began to trot towards DS territory. She was aware of it, but again, she didn't mind. Then again, the DS cats most suited her fiery personality, but some of those cats were bland and had nothing important about them. She took cautious steps attempting not to make much noise to wake or cause attention towards her. All she wanted to do was be left alone, but a strange scent flooded her nostrils as she came near the DS and Skyclan territory. It was the scent of... of... "A cat," she muttered aloud. It was not Bluejay thankfully, so she continued on towards the scent.

Upon arriving at the border, Fala crouched her body low to the ground in order to search for the source of the smell. However, it almost smelt like the scent was around her rather than in front of the she-cat. She looked up into the trees, but she didn't see anything. Granted, the sun was in her eyes, but still... The female then leaned up against a tree and began to groom herself. Then she looked up, "I can smell you ya know... You have she-cat scent all over you. Plus, your scent couldn't be missed either way," she said as she rubbed her paw over her ear. Then she placed her paw back down. She blinked as she looked blankly across the forest. "You must be a real prize to have so many she-cats want to be near you," she chuckled, but there was a bit of sadness and hatred in her tone for Bluejay. She would get over him soon enough though. She honestly was a sweet cat with a moderate temper if you pushed her that far, but she would never go over the border of murder or anything like that.


(It’s ashame he could never get any relaxation. Buuuuuuuuuut he is an handsome cat :p)

Danger’s eyes flew open in a flash. At first it was a new scent that hit his nostrils, then it was a voice. The large tom bushed up, and he arched his back, jumping down to the bottom in a swift move. In front of him was an orange black spotted she-cat. He huffed in aggravation. ‘’Good job, sniffy. At least your nose works well. You want an reward for that?’’ He flexed his claws. He was already highly annoyed, and he hardly could get a break.

At first it was Syrup...then Angelica...and now this fluff bag? What did he do to deserve his broken peace? Have he really set anyone mad? Has he?

After a while, and her next words, he studied her carefully. He looked her up and down to see if she was even worth the while to talk to. She seemed dense minded, mouse-brained. Did she not know what territory she was in?

He smirked, thinking she was complimenting him. He gave a light shrugged and stretched his body to the full length. His muscles were definitely showing as they rippled from his thick pelt. It wasn’t that he was trying to show off, because he wasn’t. What reason was there to show off? He needed a nice stretch...since he couldn’t get a nice nap for the day. ‘’I guess I’m..irresistable.’’ He answered, plainly. Why did she care what he smelled like? Why did she want to know?

‘’And, you smell as if you’re in the wrong territory, sweetness.’’ He growled lowly. ‘’You’re lost or something?’’ He snarled at her, aggressively. It was something about the she-cat he didn’t like quite yet. She looked like a threat, so he stood guarded. In fact, he kept his claws raking the ground in case she wanted to attack him. He doubted she would win in the first place. He trained long and hard for many years to get where he was today. He murdered some cats in his prime time, not that he would brag about that.

Her next set of words took him by surprise. And, he stood there gaping for a moment before he shook this thought away, and he slitted his eyes toward her. ‘’Can’t help it if some she-cats like a bad cat.’’ He mewed, roughly. His tone was dark and edgy, and it seemed that he gave her the smallest of smirks. But he kept his guard high. He didn’t know this she-cat well enough to judge her actions. She seemed depleted, but he didn’t care what she seemed. He just wanted some alone time, and she was bothering him. It wouldn’t be any time left when Angelica would saunter her way towards him--her minion in tow, and wrap herself around him once more, hoping he would cave in to her desires.

Danger growled. Not at the she-cat in front of him, but at the thought of Angelica. He hated her to her very core. ‘’You should get out of here before you aggravate me more than I’m already am, sweetness.’’

Slash-GNR
March 19th, 2017, 07:36 PM
(It’s ashame he could never get any relaxation. Buuuuuuuuuut he is an handsome cat :p)

Danger’s eyes flew open in a flash. At first it was a new scent that hit his nostrils, then it was a voice. The large tom bushed up, and he arched his back, jumping down to the bottom in a swift move. In front of him was an orange black spotted she-cat. He huffed in aggravation. ‘’Good job, sniffy. At least your nose works well. You want an reward for that?’’ He flexed his claws. He was already highly annoyed, and he hardly could get a break.

At first it was Syrup...then Angelica...and now this fluff bag? What did he do to deserve his broken peace? Have he really set anyone mad? Has he?

After a while, and her next words, he studied her carefully. He looked her up and down to see if she was even worth the while to talk to. She seemed dense minded, mouse-brained. Did she not know what territory she was in?

He smirked, thinking she was complimenting him. He gave a light shrugged and stretched his body to the full length. His muscles were definitely showing as they rippled from his thick pelt. It wasn’t that he was trying to show off, because he wasn’t. What reason was there to show off? He needed a nice stretch...since he couldn’t get a nice nap for the day. ‘’I guess I’m..irresistable.’’ He answered, plainly. Why did she care what he smelled like? Why did she want to know?

‘’And, you smell as if you’re in the wrong territory, sweetness.’’ He growled lowly. ‘’You’re lost or something?’’ He snarled at her, aggressively. It was something about the she-cat he didn’t like quite yet. She looked like a threat, so he stood guarded. In fact, he kept his claws raking the ground in case she wanted to attack him. He doubted she would win in the first place. He trained long and hard for many years to get where he was today. He murdered some cats in his prime time, not that he would brag about that.

Her next set of words took him by surprise. And, he stood there gaping for a moment before he shook this thought away, and he slitted his eyes toward her. ‘’Can’t help it if some she-cats like a bad cat.’’ He mewed, roughly. His tone was dark and edgy, and it seemed that he gave her the smallest of smirks. But he kept his guard high. He didn’t know this she-cat well enough to judge her actions. She seemed depleted, but he didn’t care what she seemed. He just wanted some alone time, and she was bothering him. It wouldn’t be any time left when Angelica would saunter her way towards him--her minion in tow, and wrap herself around him once more, hoping he would cave in to her desires.

Danger growled. Not at the she-cat in front of him, but at the thought of Angelica. He hated her to her very core. ‘’You should get out of here before you aggravate me more than I’m already am, sweetness.’’

Fala watched as a large dark colored tom came from the trees. She turned her head to face him, but there was no emotion in her eyes. However, in her heart she was a bit surprised as she laid eyes upon him. She tilted her head, “Sniffy? How cute… you gave me a nickname,” she teased scrunching up her nose. She didn’t like to flirt. Therefore, she would not with this tom. “And no… I don’t accept rewards,” she stated plain.

The female then watched as he stretched. She rolled her eyes as she turned her head to look around before turning her gaze back upon the male as she perked her ears forward. “Now now… no need to get tense,” she said. “And yes… you are quite the tom. I guess those females just can’t get enough of your inner beast,” she said in a mocking way. She didn’t mean any of those words. She actually didn’t like even giving them to the male.

Fala then shook her head, “No, I’m not lost. “And don’t call me sweetness Prickly,” she shot back as the fur on her back began to bristle. “Are you lost?” she asked brining down her temper. “You seem to be alone,” she ended looking the male over. She then rolled her eyes and chuckled lightly, “Well sorry to ruin your day, but this she-cat doesn’t care for your bad attitude,” she stated as she perked her ears forward daring him to do something. She then smirked, “Oh, but I thought you liked my attention,” she stated as she rolled her eyes in a bored manner. She shook her head, “Sorry, but no Prickly,” she stated looking at him.

Brilliance
March 19th, 2017, 08:31 PM
Fala watched as a large dark colored tom came from the trees. She turned her head to face him, but there was no emotion in her eyes. However, in her heart she was a bit surprised as she laid eyes upon him. She tilted her head, “Sniffy? How cute… you gave me a nickname,” she teased scrunching up her nose. She didn’t like to flirt. Therefore, she would not with this tom. “And no… I don’t accept rewards,” she stated plain.

The female then watched as he stretched. She rolled her eyes as she turned her head to look around before turning her gaze back upon the male as she perked her ears forward. “Now now… no need to get tense,” she said. “And yes… you are quite the tom. I guess those females just can’t get enough of your inner beast,” she said in a mocking way. She didn’t mean any of those words. She actually didn’t like even giving them to the male.

Fala then shook her head, “No, I’m not lost. “And don’t call me sweetness Prickly,” she shot back as the fur on her back began to bristle. “Are you lost?” she asked brining down her temper. “You seem to be alone,” she ended looking the male over. She then rolled her eyes and chuckled lightly, “Well sorry to ruin your day, but this she-cat doesn’t care for your bad attitude,” she stated as she perked her ears forward daring him to do something. She then smirked, “Oh, but I thought you liked my attention,” she stated as she rolled her eyes in a bored manner. She shook her head, “Sorry, but no Prickly,” she stated looking at him.


Danger was not convinced. He padded closer to the she-cat, leaning in slightly to her, as if he were going to touch her nose. But, he quickly pulled away. He was still not convinced. The tom then got up and he padded around her, circling around her with his eyes strictly on her. He circled her as if she were his prey, and he was slow with his movements just to be sure that he would be convinced.

However, he was not.

Finally, the tom answered, ‘’My inner beast, huh?’’ He rolled his eyes and huffed. ‘’You haven’t even unlocked that side, sweetness.’’ the tom turned around, facing away from the female as he walked away a couple moments, and paced back up to her. ‘’Liked your attention?’’ He burst out with a deep laugh. ‘’Why would I ever want to bother myself with the likes of you, darling? I think a tree have a better chance at gaining my attention more than you ever will--or would.’’ His ears perked at the nickname she gave him, and his fur began to bristle just the same as she had.

‘’How dare you give me a nickname? You’re entering dangerous territory, darling.’’ He sneered. He personally didn’t like her attitude, as if she wasn’t scared, but did she knew what he was capable of? He wouldn’t kill her, that was for sure, but he wanted to put some fear into her heart. She needed to know where she stood. He then let out another laugh--dark and sinister, as he walked up to the tree he was napping in. He allowed his body to jump onto the tree as he scraped his claws against the bark, making an obnoxious sound to the ears. It didn’t bother him as much as it used to--but he knew it was a way to get rid of Angelica whenever he needed it.

‘’You seem to be lost if you don’t know what cats like me are not afraid of doing.’’ He growled. He still didn’t know what her intentions were, but he knew that if she was going to attack, then he would be ready to slit her throat open. As he jumped down from the tree, he stared at her once again, wondering why she was still in his presence.

‘’I wasn’t inviting you to stay or go, by the way. I was commanding you to leave, ragdoll.’’ He threatened and insulted. He had enough of cats for one day. Especially of she-cats, but if he had the say, this she-cat in front of him was definitely challenging--more than Angelica, yet she was annoying--more than Angelica. Not to mention, making him want to rake his ears out with his claws.

Slash-GNR
March 21st, 2017, 05:53 PM
Danger was not convinced. He padded closer to the she-cat, leaning in slightly to her, as if he were going to touch her nose. But, he quickly pulled away. He was still not convinced. The tom then got up and he padded around her, circling around her with his eyes strictly on her. He circled her as if she were his prey, and he was slow with his movements just to be sure that he would be convinced.

However, he was not.

Finally, the tom answered, ‘’My inner beast, huh?’’ He rolled his eyes and huffed. ‘’You haven’t even unlocked that side, sweetness.’’ the tom turned around, facing away from the female as he walked away a couple moments, and paced back up to her. ‘’Liked your attention?’’ He burst out with a deep laugh. ‘’Why would I ever want to bother myself with the likes of you, darling? I think a tree have a better chance at gaining my attention more than you ever will--or would.’’ His ears perked at the nickname she gave him, and his fur began to bristle just the same as she had.

‘’How dare you give me a nickname? You’re entering dangerous territory, darling.’’ He sneered. He personally didn’t like her attitude, as if she wasn’t scared, but did she knew what he was capable of? He wouldn’t kill her, that was for sure, but he wanted to put some fear into her heart. She needed to know where she stood. He then let out another laugh--dark and sinister, as he walked up to the tree he was napping in. He allowed his body to jump onto the tree as he scraped his claws against the bark, making an obnoxious sound to the ears. It didn’t bother him as much as it used to--but he knew it was a way to get rid of Angelica whenever he needed it.

‘’You seem to be lost if you don’t know what cats like me are not afraid of doing.’’ He growled. He still didn’t know what her intentions were, but he knew that if she was going to attack, then he would be ready to slit her throat open. As he jumped down from the tree, he stared at her once again, wondering why she was still in his presence.

‘’I wasn’t inviting you to stay or go, by the way. I was commanding you to leave, ragdoll.’’ He threatened and insulted. He had enough of cats for one day. Especially of she-cats, but if he had the say, this she-cat in front of him was definitely challenging--more than Angelica, yet she was annoying--more than Angelica. Not to mention, making him want to rake his ears out with his claws.

Fala leaned back as he leaned closer as if she were a bit afraid of what he was going to do. However, she was more discusted and angry at the tom. Once he pulled away, she leaned back to her normal position. Fala watched the male carefully as he padded around her. However, she held her head high and proud as he acted like he was going to make her prey. She would not let this happen. No, she was not the kind of female to just let a male scare her like that.

She then smirked, "Hmm," was all she said almost in a seductive tone. Fala licked her lips as she perked her ears forward and frowned, "Now I have asked you before... please stop calling me that," she said as she blinked at his next statement. "Well, you never know. You just may fall for me one day," she chuckled as she got up and began to pad around him this time. "I am an interesting feline..." she teased him. Fala wasn't flirting, no, she was almost daring him to say something else.

"Ah yes... Prickly..." she smiled as she sat down in front of him now. "You gave me one first... Prickly," she said leaning in and squinting her eyes at the tom. "I have been in more dangerous territory before," she admitted as she leaned back out. "I can take care of my self, but thanks for your concern," she said as if she were a damsel in distress. She then rolled her eyes as she scarped his claws against the bark. "That may work on the princesses from where your from, but I'm a unique breed," she mewed. "I don't get scared so easily," she mewed. "I don't take commands, sorry," she shot back at him as she got up and stretched.

Brilliance
March 21st, 2017, 06:43 PM
Fala leaned back as he leaned closer as if she were a bit afraid of what he was going to do. However, she was more discusted and angry at the tom. Once he pulled away, she leaned back to her normal position. Fala watched the male carefully as he padded around her. However, she held her head high and proud as he acted like he was going to make her prey. She would not let this happen. No, she was not the kind of female to just let a male scare her like that.

She then smirked, "Hmm," was all she said almost in a seductive tone. Fala licked her lips as she perked her ears forward and frowned, "Now I have asked you before... please stop calling me that," she said as she blinked at his next statement. "Well, you never know. You just may fall for me one day," she chuckled as she got up and began to pad around him this time. "I am an interesting feline..." she teased him. Fala wasn't flirting, no, she was almost daring him to say something else.

"Ah yes... Prickly..." she smiled as she sat down in front of him now. "You gave me one first... Prickly," she said leaning in and squinting her eyes at the tom. "I have been in more dangerous territory before," she admitted as she leaned back out. "I can take care of my self, but thanks for your concern," she said as if she were a damsel in distress. She then rolled her eyes as she scarped his claws against the bark. "That may work on the princesses from where your from, but I'm a unique breed," she mewed. "I don't get scared so easily," she mewed. "I don't take commands, sorry," she shot back at him as she got up and stretched.

Danger let out a roar of laughter towards the she-cat. He found it funny that she actually thought he would fall for her. He found it funny that she was toying with him. Unconsciously, he let out his claws, digging them into the earth. He was seriously contemplating on whether or not to end her here and hide the body. Better yet, it would be an honor for her to be found. ‘’You live in a delusional lalaland if you ever believe that I would fall for you,’’ He spat, deeply. ‘’Even if we were the last cats on earth, I would never repopulate with the likes of you.’’ He added, sneering. His lips curled, showing off his sharp fangs, which seem to gleam in the sun. ‘’Oh, yes your very interesting,’’ He said, losing his patience. He rolled his eyes, wondering why she was still here. He wondered himself as to why he was even wasting his time by conversing with her.

Then again, she was way better than Angelica…

‘’It’ll be even more interesting when you leave.’’ He added, and he watched her stretched. He tried annoying noise to get rid of her, but that didn’t work. So, what else might? When the next words left her maw, he gave her teasing stare. His maw upturned into a sinister smirk. ‘’Oh, look at you. The little kitty know how to take care of herself. I’m impressed.’’ Though his voice was heavy with sarcasm, and he began to get him, walking away. He lost his interest--not that he carried any in the first place, but he wanted to be away from her. She interrupted his sleep. She stayed to talk to him. What did he do...honestly, what did he do to deserve such treatment?

He was a bad tom. Why do he attract more she-cats than he bargained? Especially since he wasn’t into any of them. Relationships weren’t his forte. He feared it would take him away from real priorities, and that was murdering others. That was manipulating others. That was getting what he wanted. And, this loner...had the nerve to stick around? He wasn’t that far, and his ears perked at hearing her next words. Don’t get scared easily, huh?

Danger’s lips curled back into a snarl, and he turned around swiftly, running at full speed and tackled the female to the ground. ‘’Don’t get scared easily, huh?’’ He hissed at her face, one of his paws held around her neck, and he pressed down a bit, hoping she would become fearful. But, even he wasn’t that heartless. She haven’t unlocked that side yet.

The large tom jumped off of her. ‘’You’re wasting my time, crowfood. Lay down and die somewhere.’’He told her harshly, meaning every word that came out his maw. He was insensitive, and he didn’t care if he had hurt her feelings. He turned back around to walk away.

He then smirked without even looking at her, ‘’I don’t listen well to commands either, sweetness.’’ He said darkly, hoping she heard him.

The Cannibal
March 24th, 2017, 02:58 PM
Stomach churning with uneasiness, Rabbitfluff's attention drifted from the situation at hand, his awareness going with it as he struggled to keep himself together and avoid a subsequent breakdown after the harsh interaction with Hannibal. He didn't know how to begin to mentally cope, or if there was anything to mentally cope with. Maybe it was simply how things were now; he had to accept his family was gone and it was probably because of his actions, a failure of a warrior, son, and sibling. The tom remained curled into a tight ball, afraid to move an inch. Terrified of giving away his position, but even more fearful of the Dusk Syndicate. The trauma inflicted was non-physical but no less damaging when he had a weakened mind, more susceptible to abuse, after losing his last family member shortly after SkyClan's transition into the new territories.

His ears lifted from their flattened position when he heard a feline approaching, heart shipping a beat as he briefly considered dashing from his hiding place in case it was an enemy from this side of the border. However, the voice--sounding eerily like the real Grousestar's--persuaded him into staying put. His paws felt like dead weight, anyway, unsure if he could escape if he wanted to. "Grousestar?" the name fell from him, mystified and confused, distant. With the influence of Hannibal, he'd been thoroughly convinced nobody would come for him except perhaps a Dusk Syndicate patrol hoping to finish him off. Grousestar's words made his head spin more than it already was, as it directly conflicted with what he'd just been told.

"Are they.. around?" his fright bled into the inquiry. As if trying to clarify who he meant, Rabbitfluff's blue eyes shifted rapidly while he offered an equally-vague, "Them." Cognitive clarity was long-since gone when he was stuck in a survival mindset. He still couldn't manage to remember when he and Hannibal had even spoken, or long he'd been missing from SkyClan, but he did feel guilt for worrying Grousestar if he was being honest about his concern.

Assuming it was safe, Rabbitfluff inched forward from the bush and partially into the open, scanning the area intensely before continuing to go a little further. His gaze was cloudy and seemed to peer through the leader, seeing some distant danger or memory that was available solely to him. "I'd taken a walk and.. ended up on the border." Rabbitfluff seemed to pause but didn't keep going, thoughts of the manipulative stranger resurfacing.
Doubt had been surrounding Grousestar when he approached the bush he believed his friend to be in, there hadn't been any reply, no movement, nothing at all to suggest that anything was hiding inside of it. In fact, the stillness nearly made him turn back, dismissing his interest in the bush as something that could be explained by the wind or his mind being overly eager to find his friend. But that's when he heard his name practically whispered, a detached sounding voice, but a familiar voice. It was most certainly Rabbitfluff. And with seconds he had stuffed his head into the bush to positively identify his friend, promptly trying to pry away some of the leaves to create a sort of exit for the bob-tailed cat, worry and relief both mingling on the leaders face as he looked down at the Skyclan warrior.

"Are who around Rabbit? What are you talking about?" There was a pause before he promptly shook his head, looking around with some apprehension. "Nevermind, we can speak when we're safe back at home. We're not safe here and I'd much prefer to be back on home territory." It wasn't often that he let other cats see him nervous or anxious, but Grousestar couldn't hide it, not when he could sense the fear in his friend and not when he was in the territory of the cats that so brutally murdered members of his clan. While it did enrage the leader that they killed them, he could help but feel the slightest inkling of fear. One cats eyes in particular, fiery, red-hot eyes that held no emotion. The other cat he was with infuriated him, the way he spoke, the way he taunted, but the grey cat with those fire eyes.. Flicking his tail and shuddering slightly, he dismissed the thought, instead turning his attention back to Rabbitfluff.

When the smaller tom edged out of the bush, a look in his eyes as if he just returned from some huge battled, something so scaring that it was questionable if he'd ever be the same again, the leader knew that something terrible had happened, causing his heart to ache immediately for his friend. When he heard what he said, the brown tabby frowned and stepped closer.
"You can tell me when we get home Rabbitfluff, try not to.. Strain yourself too much okay? Come on." mewed the leader with a soft tone, starting to slightly worry that even just his words might damage the already fragile cat, he seemed to be in a weakened state of mind.

Lightly he touched his tail to the warriors shoulder and nodded his head in the direction that he came in.
"Do you think you can manage the walk home?"
Grousestar wasn't sure if the tom had sustained any physical injuries and despite his glancing over, he was no medicine cat and truly couldn't tell, he would have to rely on what his friend told him and he severely hoped that Rabbitfluff would tell him the truth. He would not mind carrying Rabbitfluff back to camp if he needed it, or aiding him in any sort of way. He just wanted him to come home safely.

Empress Of Evil
March 24th, 2017, 04:41 PM
( ;0; )

The grey tom smiled sweetly up at the other, his tail tip twitching "But not A-all cats are like that, S-some could be nice as we-well." he explained, the young tom truly did try and find the good in every one, it was just the way he was. He believed that every cat deserved a second chance, no matter what they had done, no matter what their past was. His sky blue hues flickered with confusion for a few seconds as the older, and much more muscular tom mentioned his mother once more, maybe he was right, would his mother be worried sick about him now, had she even found out that he left. The tabby then became a little home sick, he wanted to go back to his warm nest, snuggle with his siblings, play with the Warriors. He turned his attention back in the direction of camp and sighed, it was about time for him to go back. Soulkit was pulled out of his thoughts however by the compliment given by the ladder, he pointed his ears in the direction of Hades and smiled sweetly, his hues flashing with excitement once he figured out he had finally met a cat from the Dusk Syndicate "R-really you ar-" but he was cut off as the other male tied squished him against the cold ground, a choked sound came out of the kit as he hit the ground with a great force. A very audible crack was heard only two seconds after the impact, the two moon old kits arm had been broken, along with most of his ribs, not yet his spine. The grey Maine coon was in shock, his hues wide, his maw open in a silent scream, yet all that came out were small choking sounds. Tears began to well up in his eyes and he looked up at the massive tom "W-why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, it quivered with fear, it quivered in horror, this was it, he knew, he had heard of tales like these, of cats dying.

Soulkit let his head hit the ground, he was too weak to hold it up, though he was still breathing, he was still clinging to life, barely. For a few seconds the kit let out wails, shrieks, although his voice would often break, and it wasn't loud enough for a patrol to hear. But, it wasn't for a patrol, it was directed to Starclan, he wished upon them to save him, all he wanted to do now was to go tell his mother and father that he loved them, he wanted to play with his littermates and he wanted to go watch the Warriors and apprentices as they played. He wanted to go home. The young kits cheeks were moist from the salty water, his blue hues were glossy and they danced with fear and sadness. He let out a few choked gasps and coughs, it was almost time for him to go, but not to home, but to play and giggle with his ancestors. He should have listened, "I-I hope, t-that you fin- find warmth some day." he gasped, smiling sweetly up at Hades, and he truly did mean it, the older tom seemed cold and distant. He let out a few strained gasps and waited for the dusk Syndicate fighter to deal the final blow.



(Soul is so sweet. I feel so bad for making Hades do this!)

A satisfied smile of menace crossed the fighter's face as he heard loud cracking noise. Lovely, Hades thought. His pale green hues followed the kit's head as Soulkit placed in own the ground, too tired to hold it up. He could hear the shrieks that Soulkit let out. "You stupid kit. No one will hear you," Hades sneered, not lifting his large paw off. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to never talk to strangers outside of your, 'clan'?" Hades asked, though it was a question that did not require an answer. Watching the kit, Hades almost.... pitied him. How would he feel if one of his kits were in a position like this? Well, that wasn't hard to answer.
He'd obviously kill the killer.
"Why?" Hades mocked. "It's all about survival. The less cats there are to threaten you, the easier your life is. You might just be a kit but kits turn into adults," the egyptian mau continued. It was his logic. But it was harder to actually do than just saying it. There were cats beyond the territory of the clans that the tom would probably never meet. And he was well aware. But he didn't care. Kittypets and rogues were no threat to him. They were easy prey. It was just a matter of getting rid of clan cats.
If Hades were to be honest, that wasn't the only reason why he was doing this. He was simply killing Soulkit for what I guess you would say, 'the fun of it'. Hades enjoyed killing. It gave him that satisfaction that most things couldn't give. Watching blood slowly trickle down, staining the ground below, it was something he loved to watch. If it was in water that was even better. The delicate crimson liquid invaded the water, slowly turning it into a pool of ruby liquid. It reminded him of an infection. A disease. A plague of endless death.

I hope, that you find warmth someday. Hades didn't let his confusion on the outside but that was certainly what he felt on the inside. What kind of a cat that's life was threatened, said that to their killer? Hades would certainly have expected useless threats. "I already have enough warmth you idiot. This is just adding to it," Hades replied in a monotone voice, as if talking to someone about the lovely weather. "There are few things in the world that give me warmth. Did you know that?" Hades continued. As he was about to speak again, an idea popped into his mind. With a murderous look in his pale green orbs, he shifted the paw that kept the kit on the ground. He knew it would cause agonizing pain. He was almost certain he had heard a few more cracks and smiled evilly. "Killing is one of those few things. It gives the satisfaction that most things can't give," Hades said. "Perhaps you should try it one day? Oh wait, you won't be able to. You'll be dead."
With that, Hades move his free paw forward to deal the final blow. Placing his paw on the kit's head, he pulled Soulkit's head back with his paw, pulling it further and further until he heard a large crack.
"Goodbye little one. I hope you have an agonising life in the afterlife," Hades snarled softly, smirking smugly to himself.

Now, who's next?

Crow
March 25th, 2017, 02:41 PM
Sweetleaf's white feet fell softly on the ground, the soft sprouts of grass pressing comfortingly against the pink pads of her paws. Whiskers waving in the cool Newleaf breeze, she opened her mouth to let the scents fill it. A soft purr rumbled through her through, a smile spreading to the corners of her mouth as she looked around at the cats around her. They'd been sent out on a patrol together, out to the Dusk Syndicate border- which she'd noticed had been more heavily patrolled lately. Sweetleaf had always been one to imagine the worst case scenario, but even she believed there was no real danger. Still, a vague sense of foreboding still filled her, settling in the back of her chest. "Remind me of your names again? I'm Sweetleaf," said the Ragdoll as she padded towards the border with the rest of the patrol. Ever a social cat, she found great pleasure in meeting and talking to other cats. She hoped they wouldn't ask about her name, though- while a warrior name, unlike other kittypets who had joined the clan, it wasn't exactly traditional. She had one of the rare personality prefixes that could only be gained if one had joined the clan after birth, and a suffix that was usually reserved for medicine cats in honor of her birth name, Leaf. Normally cats didn't ask, but she often worried about implausible things nevertheless, each possible outcome always cycling through the forefront of her mind.

Mango
March 26th, 2017, 08:12 PM
Fennelheart trotted through the territory and sighed," patrols are always boring." (use the suffix snarl)

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 27th, 2017, 01:10 PM
Fennelheart trotted through the territory and sighed," patrols are always boring." (use the suffix snarl)
A silver ocicat picked his way across the frozen ground, eyes dark and brooding. He recognized the new... border, and hissed (sry can finish in an hour)

Mango
March 27th, 2017, 01:31 PM
A silver ocicat picked his way across the frozen ground, eyes dark and brooding. He recognized the new... border, and hissed (sry can finish in an hour)
Fennel spotted the cat at the border," You better stay on your side of the border or you'll pay." She spat, her claws unsheathed and fangs showing," I won't harm you until you step one paw over the border."

goddess of ducks
March 27th, 2017, 04:33 PM
The larger figured of a feline emerged out of the shdows, approaching the new border from behind the smaller trainee. The tan and black spotted cat narrowed his eyes. This, by far had to be his least favorite place in the Syndicate. The border with Skyclan. Besides, they were the ones to cause his downfall. It was thanks to them, he and the other leaders had fallen from power. No, fallen was not the right word, rather pushed, killed or taken. They had charged in, spirits high and defeated every single Clan single handedly, except for in Shadowclan, but that was a different story. The previous leader scowled as he saw the other cats on the other side of the border. Great, just great. As if to add more hatred and anger boiling in side of him. He already hated the place and the Clan it's self. Now here he was trying not to get too angered, but now there were cats from the Clan here as well. What more would he need to set his rage off? Not much, and the Skyclan cats words did not help his situation. "Stay off our backs." he spat, yellow hues narrowed to thin strips.
Lilly

Mango
March 27th, 2017, 05:25 PM
The larger figured of a feline emerged out of the shdows, approaching the new border from behind the smaller trainee. The tan and black spotted cat narrowed his eyes. This, by far had to be his least favorite place in the Syndicate. The border with Skyclan. Besides, they were the ones to cause his downfall. It was thanks to them, he and the other leaders had fallen from power. No, fallen was not the right word, rather pushed, killed or taken. They had charged in, spirits high and defeated every single Clan single handedly, except for in Shadowclan, but that was a different story. The previous leader scowled as he saw the other cats on the other side of the border. Great, just great. As if to add more hatred and anger boiling in side of him. He already hated the place and the Clan it's self. Now here he was trying not to get too angered, but now there were cats from the Clan here as well. What more would he need to set his rage off? Not much, and the Skyclan cats words did not help his situation. "Stay off our backs." he spat, yellow hues narrowed to thin strips.


Fennel glared at the tom," I am not trying to harm you, just giving you a fair warning."

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 27th, 2017, 05:43 PM
Fennel glared at the tom," I am not trying to harm you, just giving you a fair warning."
"Fair warning? You should be the one being warned, kittypet," the yound tom spat, tail lashing aggressively. The fur on Pardus' hackles rose and his eyes glinted; he had been trying to get himself into a fight with a Clan cat for moons, and never had he been this close to achieving his goal. At this point, he's rather die than not claw some of the spfties that called themselves Clan cats. To him, they were the bermin that had stolen his brother, and SkyClan was the reason he left in the first place.
(I hate mobile with a passion rn)

Mango
March 27th, 2017, 05:50 PM
"Fair warning? You should be the one being warned, kittypet," the yound tom spat, tail lashing aggressively. The fur on Pardus' hackles rose and his eyes glinted; he had been trying to get himself into a fight with a Clan cat for moons, and never had he been this close to achieving his goal. At this point, he's rather die than not claw some of the spfties that called themselves Clan cats. To him, they were the bermin that had stolen his brother, and SkyClan was the reason he left in the first place.
(I hate mobile with a passion rn)
Fennel replied smoothly, though her eyes glissened in hatred that rotten DS cat deserves to die," Kittypet..." she replied annoyed," You do realize that if I was a kittypet the clan cats would have chased me off moons ago. I'd love to slaughter you, but I am not interested in being the one of my clanmates who broke the warrior code. Also, we don't tolerate kittypets, besides, we fought four clans alone, so I'm not sure if that classifies us as "softies"..." she replied with a hint of tone in her voice, her hackles raised

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 27th, 2017, 06:39 PM
Fennel replied smoothly, though her eyes glissened in hatred that rotten DS cat deserves to die," Kittypet..." she replied annoyed," You do realize that if I was a kittypet the clan cats would have chased me off moons ago. I'd love to slaughter you, but I am not interested in being the one of my clanmates who broke the warrior code. Also, we don't tolerate kittypets, besides, we fought four clans alone, so I'm not sure if that classifies us as "softies"..." she replied with a hint of tone in her voice, her hackles raised
Pardus flattened his ears. "I'd like to see you try to 'slaughter' me. You appear to be about a strong as a chipmunk," he hissed, unsheathing his claws and stepping closer to the border. "I bet when you go hunting, it's the mouse that catches you," the tom added mockingly.

¤Insert_User_Name¤
March 27th, 2017, 07:07 PM
Shadow padded up next to Pardus, smiling devilishly as he spots the SkyClan cats. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He asks, unsheathing his claws and walking along the border line. His green eyes had already looked over the SkyClan cats, spotting any weak spots or injured locations on them. He was ready for a fight. "Looks as if a bunch of kittpets just came out of their warm twoleg den to the real world." He mocks, baring his teeth at them.

Crow
March 27th, 2017, 07:24 PM
While a very easygoing cat, Sweetleaf would not have others intruding on Skyclan's borders- she felt more protective towards her clan than the usual cat, very likely due to her kittypet roots. Stepping up beside Fennelsnarl, she narrowed her sapphire eyes into little more than slits, hackles raised and fur on end as she took in the exchange. Warily, her eyes followed the movement of the DS cats' feet, a low hiss crawling its way from her throat as they drew closer. "One more step," she began, a dangerous tone creeping into her soft voice, "and I swear I'll rip you to shreds." She... couldn't, probably. Her fighting skills had never been the best, to be honest. But intimidation was always worth a try, she supposed- even if her purebred, fluffy pelt wasn't the most frightening.

¤Insert_User_Name¤
March 27th, 2017, 07:38 PM
"A kittypet? Ripping us to shreds? Well, I've never heard of such a thing!" Shadow hissed, lifting his paw in the air, acting like he was about to step over the border. "What's going to happen if I step over? Hmm?" He smirked, knowing he was getting on their nerves. He wanted a fight, and would get it one way or another.

Mango
March 27th, 2017, 07:59 PM
Shadow padded up next to Pardus, smiling devilishly as he spots the SkyClan cats. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He asks, unsheathing his claws and walking along the border line. His green eyes had already looked over the SkyClan cats, spotting any weak spots or injured locations on them. He was ready for a fight. "Looks as if a bunch of kittpets just came out of their warm twoleg den to the real world." He mocks, baring his teeth at them.
Fennel couldn't control her rage," SKYCLAN! ATTACK!!" She snarled hurling a step over the border slashing at Shadow's left eye."One eye won't do you go in a battle." She retorted. (Can she only be fighting one cat at a time?)

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 27th, 2017, 09:08 PM
Fennel couldn't control her rage," SKYCLAN! ATTACK!!" She snarled hurling a step over the border slashing at Shadow's left eye."One eye won't do you go in a battle." She retorted. (Can she only be fighting one cat at a time?)
Pardus raised a brow. "Who died and made you a leader?" he asked before jumping at her, claws bared in front of him. It was actually somewhat graceful, something the warrior may have enjoyed had she not been the target of the leap.

spade
March 27th, 2017, 10:12 PM
Padding along the trodden down grass, a light breeze ruffling through her fur, Ashenpaw felt genuinely happy for the first time in awhile. Her paw was practically almost healed and she was back to her regular apprentice training after being cleared by Ebonypaw. Despite the fact that Cinderpaw was still being weird around her, life for the young SkyClan she-cat was rather well off. "Ashenpaw," she mewed in response to the warrior's question. She admired Sweetleaf and her colorful personality, always happy and smiling. She hoped that one day her life could be that splendid.
Swiveling her ears forward at a sudden noise, her blue eyes widened in shock as just across the border, three Syndicate cats revealed themselves. Her fur stood on end and a slight tremor traveled through her. "Are those Syndicate cats?" she whispered to Sweetleaf, not taking her eyes off them incase they decided to attack right then and there. Unconsciously, her claws slid out and sank into the grass, more so to steady herself than anything.

Crow
March 27th, 2017, 10:16 PM
Albeit a bit irked that Fennelsnarl had given the attack command without consulting her clanmates- after all, she was no high rank- Sweetleaf was glad to have a release for her anger. Being called a kittypet, while it would formerly have been true, ignited a spark not much could get to, dragging back not-so-fond memories. A soft and rumbling hiss erupted from her mouth as the longhaired feline, teeth bared and claws unsheathed, stepped towards one of the Dusk Syndicate cats. She didn't notice how dangerous the Savannah looked, being almost twice her size- only that he seemed vaguely familiar, and the memories she had of him weren't good ones. Eyes only slits at this point, the molly leaped, claws pointed straight towards the chest of the tom.

goddess of ducks
March 27th, 2017, 10:22 PM
Albeit a bit irked that Fennelsnarl had given the attack command without consulting her clanmates- after all, she was no high rank- Sweetleaf was glad to have a release for her anger. Being called a kittypet, while it would formerly have been true, ignited a spark not much could get to, dragging back not-so-fond memories. A soft and rumbling hiss erupted from her mouth as the longhaired feline, teeth bared and claws unsheathed, stepped towards one of the Dusk Syndicate cats. She didn't notice how dangerous the Savannah looked, being almost twice her size- only that he seemed vaguely familiar, and the memories she had of him weren't good ones. Eyes only slits at this point, the molly leaped, claws pointed straight towards the chest of the tom.

Singe was about to leap at the mouthy Skyclan cat. How dare they just, call an attack? It was some harsh words, but nothing, even the evil hearted tom knew was nothing to fight over. He wished to leap to his companions aid and shove the fierce and rude cat away, but he had to deal with another problem. Like that the Skyclan cats seemed to be listening to the rude warrior. Some mouse brains they seemed to be. But if it's what they desired, Singe would take some anger out. Besides, they seemed to be asking for it. As the warrior launched at him, he braced, standing his ground, flicking his ears back with a vicious snarl. He wouldn't allow his patrol to be taken down by these battle happy cats. He would fight them.

¤Insert_User_Name¤
March 27th, 2017, 10:31 PM
Fennel couldn't control her rage," SKYCLAN! ATTACK!!" She snarled hurling a step over the border slashing at Shadow's left eye."One eye won't do you go in a battle." She retorted. (Can she only be fighting one cat at a time?)
Shadow hissed in pain and took a few steps back as he felt claws scrape across his left eye, feeling the warm blood trickle from the claw marks. "Why you little..." He growled about to pounce on her when Pardus attacked her instead.
Padding along the trodden down grass, a light breeze ruffling through her fur, Ashenpaw felt genuinely happy for the first time in awhile. Her paw was practically almost healed and she was back to her regular apprentice training after being cleared by Ebonypaw. Despite the fact that Cinderpaw was still being weird around her, life for the young SkyClan she-cat was rather well off. "Ashenpaw," she mewed in response to the warrior's question. She admired Sweetleaf and her colorful personality, always happy and smiling. She hoped that one day her life could be that splendid.
Swiveling her ears forward at a sudden noise, her blue eyes widened in shock as just across the border, three Syndicate cats revealed themselves. Her fur stood on end and a slight tremor traveled through her. "Are those Syndicate cats?" she whispered to Sweetleaf, not taking her eyes off them incase they decided to attack right then and there. Unconsciously, her claws slid out and sank into the grass, more so to steady herself than anything.
He then turned his head to see the last SkyClan cat on the patrol- an apprentice. "Well, I may not fight as well with only one eye, but I sure can win against a mouse-brained apprentice." Shadow growled, smiling a wicked smile as he starts to run towards her, claws unsheathed as he was about to knock her legs out from under her.

spade
March 27th, 2017, 10:42 PM
He then turned his head to see the last SkyClan cat on the patrol- an apprentice. "Well, I may not fight as well with only one eye, but I sure can win against a mouse-brained apprentice." Shadow growled, smiling a wicked smile as he starts to run towards her, claws unsheathed as he was about to knock her legs out from under her.

Ashenpaw barely had time to observe the entire clearing before she felt her legs being swept from underneath her. "Oof!" she gasped, eyes wide in shock as she tumbled down the small hill, rolling easily across the scented border that divided SkyClan from the Syndicate. She shook her head and scrambled to her paws, fur fluffed up as she spun on her hind legs to face her attacker. He was much bigger than she was, and although he only appeared to have one eye, she knew better to underestimate him.
A part of the gray apprentice knew that some cat should go back to warn Grousestar. Eyes darting towards the camp, Ashenpaw judged the distance between herself and Shadow, and the time it would take her to cover it. "Why don't you Syndicate cats go sit in the shadows and lurk there instead of trying to take Clan territory?" she spat, hoping that he was distracted by her words enough that he wouldn't notice the miniscule steps she began to take sideways towards the escape route.

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 27th, 2017, 10:49 PM
Ashenpaw barely had time to observe the entire clearing before she felt her legs being swept from underneath her. "Oof!" she gasped, eyes wide in shock as she tumbled down the small hill, rolling easily across the scented border that divided SkyClan from the Syndicate. She shook her head and scrambled to her paws, fur fluffed up as she spun on her hind legs to face her attacker. He was much bigger than she was, and although he only appeared to have one eye, she knew better to underestimate him.
A part of the gray apprentice knew that some cat should go back to warn Grousestar. Eyes darting towards the camp, Ashenpaw judged the distance between herself and Shadow, and the time it would take her to cover it. "Why don't you Syndicate cats go sit in the shadows and lurk there instead of trying to take Clan territory?" she spat, hoping that he was distracted by her words enough that he wouldn't notice the miniscule steps she began to take sideways towards the escape route.
Pardus made a last minute turn from Fennelnose and looked at the apprentice. She was shuffling her feet a lot... wait.. Nice try. Quietly, he slunk across the border, close enough that he could cut off her escape route if she ran.

Crow
March 27th, 2017, 10:49 PM
Singe was about to leap at the mouthy Skyclan cat. How dare they just, call an attack? It was some harsh words, but nothing, even the evil hearted tom knew was nothing to fight over. He wished to leap to his companions aid and shove the fierce and rude cat away, but he had to deal with another problem. Like that the Skyclan cats seemed to be listening to the rude warrior. Some mouse brains they seemed to be. But if it's what they desired, Singe would take some anger out. Besides, they seemed to be asking for it. As the warrior launched at him, he braced, standing his ground, flicking his ears back with a vicious snarl. He wouldn't allow his patrol to be taken down by these battle happy cats. He would fight them.

While Sweetleaf had been hoping the tom wouldn't dodge, she also wasn't very experienced in fighting, and wasn't certain how hard to leap. As such, her jump was rather lacking in strength. Her claws- while striking a glancing blow against the tom's chest- didn't pierce as deeply as she'd hoped. The molly, stunned by the force of the tom's chest after he'd braced his muscles, fell backwards, rolling onto her side and breathing heavily before beginning to climb to her feet. Her long fur, though, had other plans- tangling in a nearby briar, it significantly hampered her movement as she continued her attempt to stand, the tug at her side rendering the scrambling of her long legs futile. A deep hiss coming from her throat, Sweetleaf helplessly continued tugging. Her battle skills were bad enough as it was- but this added another element to the equation, and one she knew was not in her favor.

goddess of ducks
March 27th, 2017, 10:58 PM
While Sweetleaf had been hoping the tom wouldn't dodge, she also wasn't very experienced in fighting, and wasn't certain how hard to leap. As such, her jump was rather lacking in strength. Her claws- while striking a glancing blow against the tom's chest- didn't pierce as deeply as she'd hoped. The molly, stunned by the force of the tom's chest after he'd braced his muscles, fell backwards, rolling onto her side and breathing heavily before beginning to climb to her feet. Her long fur, though, had other plans- tangling in a nearby briar, it significantly hampered her movement as she continued her attempt to stand, the tug at her side rendering the scrambling of her long legs futile. A deep hiss coming from her throat, Sweetleaf helplessly continued tugging. Her battle skills were bad enough as it was- but this added another element to the equation, and one she knew was not in her favor.

Singe was shoved back somewhat by the collision. He was momentarily shaken and took a second to realize what exactly had happened. Sure he was big, tall and menacing, and used that to protect himself, but he wasn't invincible, he still felt pain, even if he didn't show it. He was winded, the air knocked from him. He saw though, the weak excuse for a warrior, her long fur tangled in a bush. Smiling menacingly, he advanced, letting his body loom over her. This scene for him looked oddly familiar, similar to the time he killed Kestrelglide to show his capabilities. This was a different situation though. This was an act of revenge. "How does it feel, knowing that after so many victories, you are finally loosing?" He asked, bending down and placing his maw closer to her.

spade
March 27th, 2017, 11:06 PM
Pardus made a last minute turn from Fennelnose and looked at the apprentice. She was shuffling her feet a lot... wait.. Nice try. Quietly, he slunk across the border, close enough that he could cut off her escape route if she ran.

Not noticing that Pardus had blocked the rest of her escape route, Ashenpaw made a last minute dash towards the other side of the border, only to run right smack into the other cat as she tried to barrel past him, eyes shut tight and teeth bared as she prepared for impact.

Crow
March 27th, 2017, 11:11 PM
Singe was shoved back somewhat by the collision. He was momentarily shaken and took a second to realize what exactly had happened. Sure he was big, tall and menacing, and used that to protect himself, but he wasn't invincible, he still felt pain, even if he didn't show it. He was winded, the air knocked from him. He saw though, the weak excuse for a warrior, her long fur tangled in a bush. Smiling menacingly, he advanced, letting his body loom over her. This scene for him looked oddly familiar, similar to the time he killed Kestrelglide to show his capabilities. This was a different situation though. This was an act of revenge. "How does it feel, knowing that after so many victories, you are finally losing?" He asked, bending down and placing his maw closer to her.

Sweetleaf bared her teeth at the tom, snapping her maw at his nearby visage in anger- and fear, although she was trying not to show it. Struggling against the grasp of the briar, she felt a sharp pain at her side as she began to break free. In between tugs at the prickly bush she spoke, spitting the words stright into the ear of the larger tom. "I..will..not...lose!" spat the molly, her frantic writhing only getting her coat more tangled. The knot of fur was beginning to tear from her body, but Sweetleaf knew it wouldn't be fast enough. She nevertheless continued the struggle, unable to flee from the claws and fangs she was sure were soon to come. Eyes locked on the tom's, she could see the glint of evil Singe bore, almost shying away as she pulled, getting more desperate every second.

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 27th, 2017, 11:11 PM
Not noticing that Pardus had blocked the rest of her escape route, Ashenpaw made a last minute dash towards the other side of the border, only to run right smack into the other cat as she tried to barrel past him, eyes shut tight and teeth bared as she prepared for impact.
"How... Intelligent," drawled Pardus as he darted up to the apprentice and aimed a quick slash at her leg, his long claws flashing menacingly. The trainee knew it'd be hard enough for jer to regain her footing without the slash, and hoped it connected with the desired affect.

spade
March 27th, 2017, 11:19 PM
"How... Intelligent," drawled Pardus as he darted up to the apprentice and aimed a quick slash at her leg, his long claws flashing menacingly. The trainee knew it'd be hard enough for jer to regain her footing without the slash, and hoped it connected with the desired affect.

Ashenpaw let out a yelp as she felt pain seer down her formerly injured paw. Crimson blood flecks flew from the cut that Pardus has created, staining the frosty ground. She landed hard on her good paw and stumbled away, limping badly. A growl escaped her chest and she turned, not ready to give up just yet. "Is that all you got, Syndicate scum?" she roared, eyes blazing as she charged towards Pardus, limping heavily but aiming the best frontal attack she could, claws outstretched.

goddess of ducks
March 27th, 2017, 11:26 PM
Sweetleaf bared her teeth at the tom, snapping her maw at his nearby visage in anger- and fear, although she was trying not to show it. Struggling against the grasp of the briar, she felt a sharp pain at her side as she began to break free. In between tugs at the prickly bush she spoke, spitting the words stright into the ear of the larger tom. "I..will..not...lose!" spat the molly, her frantic writhing only getting her coat more tangled. The knot of fur was beginning to tear from her body, but Sweetleaf knew it wouldn't be fast enough. She nevertheless continued the struggle, unable to flee from the claws and fangs she was sure were soon to come. Eyes locked on the tom's, she could see the glint of evil Singe bore, almost shying away as she pulled, getting more desperate every second.

Singe was getting that feeling again. The feeling he had had as leader, as the killer that every cat in Windclan feared. It was that feeling of victory that feeling of power. It was the feeling he always had as he was about to claim another victim. Some times, he held at least a little remorse, a little grief over the cats he was killing. He normally felt a little respect for the bravery if the cat that stood up to him. It's how it was with Kestrelglide and those two elders in Windclan when he was establishing his rulership. He hadn't felt it when he stole a life from Dapplestar, and he wasn't feeling it now. Singe's face was twisted in rage that just kept throbbing and pulsing underneath his pelt. This was it, he would take a least a piece of revenge on Skyclan. This poor she cat, stick and entangled in the briars, would pay for his rage and anger against her entire Clan. He knew nothing about this cat, except for the fact she was a part of the Clan that had caused his demise. He wanted revenge. He lunged, and it was over. He dug his teeth into her neck, caring enough to make it quick. As he felt e warm satisfying flavor of fresh blood, he slowly pulled back. He smiled once again down to the cat who's life was fading away. "You are paying for your Clans wrong doings against me. If you need to justify anything, you can go off the fact you died for your dumb, worthless Clan." and with that, he turned away, almost completely unharmed, ready to help if the others were in need.

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 27th, 2017, 11:36 PM
Ashenpaw let out a yelp as she felt pain seer down her formerly injured paw. Crimson blood flecks flew from the cut that Pardus has created, staining the frosty ground. She landed hard on her good paw and stumbled away, limping badly. A growl escaped her chest and she turned, not ready to give up just yet. "Is that all you got, Syndicate scum?" she roared, eyes blazing as she charged towards Pardus, limping heavily but aiming the best frontal attack she could, claws outstretched.
The silver tom jumped to the side, feeling claws snag on his shoulder. Barely stopping himself from flinching, the young tom retorted, "The only scum here is you." Jumping forwards somewhat clumsily, he aimed for her eyes with his right forepaw, spitting, his aim fairly on piunt as he lunged.

Crow
March 27th, 2017, 11:42 PM
Singe was getting that feeling again. The feeling he had had as leader, as the killer that every cat in Windclan feared. It was that feeling of victory that feeling of power. It was the feeling he always had as he was about to claim another victim. Some times, he held at least a little remorse, a little grief over the cats he was killing. He normally felt a little respect for the bravery if the cat that stood up to him. It's how it was with Kestrelglide and those two elders in Windclan when he was establishing his rulership. He hadn't felt it when he stole a life from Dapplestar, and he wasn't feeling it now. Singe's face was twisted in rage that just kept throbbing and pulsing underneath his pelt. This was it, he would take a least a piece of revenge on Skyclan. This poor she cat, stick and entangled in the briars, would pay for his rage and anger against her entire Clan. He knew nothing about this cat, except for the fact she was a part of the Clan that had caused his demise. He wanted revenge. He lunged, and it was over. He dug his teeth into her neck, caring enough to make it quick. As he felt e warm satisfying flavor of fresh blood, he slowly pulled back. He smiled once again down to the cat who's life was fading away. "You are paying for your Clans wrong doings against me. If you need to justify anything, you can go off the fact you died for your dumb, worthless Clan." and with that, he turned away, almost completely unharmed, ready to help if the others were in need.

She wasn't fast enough to break free of the briar- wasn't fast enough to escape the snapping jaws of the Savannah looming over her. The bite of his maw around her neck was nearly painless. A moment of pain, a cough of blood, and then- nothing. No piercing cold or burning heat, nothing the elders' stories had informed her was true about death. Floating a few fox-lengths above the new grass, she could see everything- her own body, blue eyes staring into space; Ashenpaw, Fennelsnarl, the Dusk Syndicate cats. She wanted to tell them to run, but she couldn't- her mouth refused to make a sound. If one looked closely, they would see the faintest outline of a cat, moving steadily up into the sky. She'd died young, but happy with what she'd done. She'd left a legacy of kindness, of friendliness, of love. She would've liked to have done much more- but this was destiny, she supposed. A soft, sad smile curling the corners of her mouth, the molly ascended into Starclan, leaving behind the world she'd lived in.

goddess of ducks
March 27th, 2017, 11:43 PM
Ashenpaw let out a yelp as she felt pain seer down her formerly injured paw. Crimson blood flecks flew from the cut that Pardus has created, staining the frosty ground. She landed hard on her good paw and stumbled away, limping badly. A growl escaped her chest and she turned, not ready to give up just yet. "Is that all you got, Syndicate scum?" she roared, eyes blazing as she charged towards Pardus, limping heavily but aiming the best frontal attack she could, claws outstretched.

The silver tom jumped to the side, feeling claws snag on his shoulder. Barely stopping himself from flinching, the young tom retorted, "The only scum here is h." Jumping forwards somewhat clumsily, he aimed for her eyes with his right forepaw, spitting, his aim fairly on piunt as he lunged.
Singe had finished with the first, now he had to move on. He watched as Pardus and the Skyclan cat dueled it out. He stood by in the sidelines, rp ready to help. To him though, Pardus looked capable of taking care of this himself, but he was young, so he was there to help. He didn't want the cat to get away with just a few injuries. And if it came to it, another casualty.

spade
March 27th, 2017, 11:49 PM
Singe had finished with the first, now he had to move on. He watched as Pardus and the Skyclan cat dueled it out. He stood by in the sidelines, rp ready to help. To him though, Pardus looked capable of taking care of this himself, but he was young, so he was there to help. He didn't want the cat to get away with just a few injuries. And if it came to it, another casualty.

Seeing an opening, Ashenpaw narrowly dodged to one side, missing Pardus' oncoming attack and retaliating with her own, a claw flashing out and aiming to knock the tom over. She snarled with satisfaction as she watched her blow land rather calculated and lept, using her good claw to pin the tom down. She let her razor sharp claws dig into his shoulder. "Let the rest of your Syndicate fox-hearts know that SkyClan isn't to be messed with," she snarled, leaning close to his face as she dug her claws in harder, tail lashing behind her. Her eyes gleamed with adrenaline as it pumped through her veins.

¤Insert_User_Name¤
March 27th, 2017, 11:55 PM
Shadow hissed in anger as he watched Ashenpaw gain control in the fight, about to attack the SkyClan apprentice. But he knew this was Pardus' fight, and stayed back, but would attack the apprentice of he had to. The SkyClan cats thought they could try to order the Dusk Syndicate around, tell them to not cross the border they think is there. They would do what they wanted, and no-one could stop them. Not even the mouse-brained SkyClan cats.

goddess of ducks
March 28th, 2017, 12:27 AM
Seeing an opening, Ashenpaw narrowly dodged to one side, missing Pardus' oncoming attack and retaliating with her own, a claw flashing out and aiming to knock the tom over. She snarled with satisfaction as she watched her blow land rather calculated and lept, using her good claw to pin the tom down. She let her razor sharp claws dig into his shoulder. "Let the rest of your Syndicate fox-hearts know that SkyClan isn't to be messed with," she snarled, leaning close to his face as she dug her claws in harder, tail lashing behind her. Her eyes gleamed with adrenaline as it pumped through her veins.

Seeing that the trainee had become pinned under the Skyclan cat and was suffering from wounds, Singe decided to intervene. Sure he knew Pardus could most likely handle it to a certain extent, but he didn't need the younger cat getting mortally wounded out here. He didn't want to give the Skyclan cats a sliver of victory. As he charged, aiming for the apprentice. He aimed to ram the cat in the side, enough force built up in his muscles to knock Ashenpaw off his paws.

spade
March 28th, 2017, 12:33 AM
Seeing that the trainee had become pinned under the Skyclan cat and was suffering from wounds, Singe decided to intervene. Sure he knew Pardus could most likely handle it to a certain extent, but he didn't need the younger cat getting mortally wounded out here. He didn't want to give the Skyclan cats a sliver of victory. As he charged, aiming for the apprentice. He aimed to ram the cat in the side, enough force built up in his muscles to knock Ashenpaw off his paws.

Feeling the wind get knocked out of her, Ashenpaw tumbled easily off of Pardus at Singe's attack, rolling head over paws. "Ow..." she mumbled, her head spinning as she laid sprawled out on the ground.

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 28th, 2017, 12:36 AM
Feeling the wind get knocked out of her, Ashenpaw tumbled easily off of Pardus at Singe's attack, rolling head over paws. "Ow..." she mumbled, her head spinning as she laid sprawled out on the ground.
The silver tom's eyes glinted with malice and pure hatred as she leapt to his paws and aimed a paw at the she-cat's throat. "Sorry, not sorry," said Pardus simply, bringing the paw down to deal the death blow.

spade
March 28th, 2017, 12:48 AM
The silver tom's eyes glinted with malice and pure hatred as she leapt to his paws and aimed a paw at the she-cat's throat. "Sorry, not sorry," said Pardus simply, bringing the paw down to deal the death blow.

Ashenpaw barely had time to react as she felt a hard blow hit her neck. A sort of gurgling sound could be heard as the cut grew deep, draining the very life from the apprentice. Spots started to cloud her vision and the crimson river stained her soft ashen gray fur. "W..Why.." she gasped, her voice strained and hoarse as she tried to swallow to no avail. The light in her eyes began to fade and in one swift motion she she-cat went limp, eyes glazing over as she fell completely into the soft snow on the ground. Her blue eyes stared ahead at nothing as she became still, her flank falling flat for one final time.

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 28th, 2017, 01:02 AM
Ashenpaw barely had time to react as she felt a hard blow hit her neck. A sort of gurgling sound could be heard as the cut grew deep, draining the very life from the apprentice. Spots started to cloud her vision and the crimson river stained her soft ashen gray fur. "W..Why.." she gasped, her voice strained and hoarse as she tried to swallow to no avail. The light in her eyes began to fade and in one swift motion she she-cat went limp, eyes glazing over as she fell completely into the soft snow on the ground. Her blue eyes stared ahead at nothing as she became still, her flank falling flat for one final time.
(*insert dramatic music*)
The tom looked down at the apprentice, somewhat shocked. Why... That was what surprised him the most. Why. A question. Not an ominous threat, not a malicious promise, just asking Pardus the one question he could never answer. He shook himself, suddenly feeling somewhat queasy as he remembered the blood on his paw... not just his paw, all over his fur. He was pretty sure it was his own blood. Wait, that meant he was bleeding. Staring at her he stumbled back, unconsciously going deeper into SkyClan territory.

Mango
March 28th, 2017, 06:11 AM
Fennelheart could see her clanmates badly injured while she only had a few minor scratches,"Severs you right." She spat enraged, despite the battle was over.

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 28th, 2017, 06:48 AM
Fennelheart could see her clanmates badly injured while she only had a few minor scratches,"Severs you right." She spat enraged, despite the battle was over.
(Uh, her clanmates are... dead)

Mango
March 28th, 2017, 06:56 AM
(Uh, her clanmates are... dead)
(both of them?)

goddess of ducks
March 28th, 2017, 07:28 AM
(both of them?)
((Yep))

Mango
March 28th, 2017, 09:05 AM
((Yep))
( Is Fennel suppose to Report to Grousestar?)

Ludicrous Lunacy
March 28th, 2017, 12:52 PM
( Is Fennel suppose to Report to Grousestar?)
(yyyyyyyyeeeeessssss....)

Mango
March 28th, 2017, 05:20 PM
[ aren't we starting on the 30th, tho?? also i have all of our posts saved in a google doc in case that happened ]
[ also i would respond via vm so as not to clutter up this thread but like i have my vms closed ]

(No, it had to conclude yesterday, I believe.)
Fennelsnarl stood up and hobbled off towards camp.

ameko
March 28th, 2017, 05:33 PM
(No, it had to conclude yesterday, I believe.)
Fennelsnarl stood up and hobbled off towards camp.

[ i meant for the second patrol ]

Crow
March 28th, 2017, 05:47 PM
(No, it had to conclude yesterday, I believe.)
Fennelsnarl stood up and hobbled off towards camp.
[[no. it concludes today.]]

BEAR.
March 28th, 2017, 07:20 PM
[ i meant for the second patrol ]

(You would be correct, the second patrol begins March 30th).

AbsurdJinx
March 30th, 2017, 05:19 PM
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Starfall
March 30th, 2017, 10:00 PM
AbsurdJinx Turtlestrike Suspiciousmindz Pathos The Eye Of The Storm

(Ahh I'm sorry I was the first to post ;v; )
The brown tabby stalked through the territory, his companions by his side. They were ordered to go sniff around for clan cats, make sure they knew their place when it came to border lines. In all honesty he didn't care for the new system, borders, rules, they didn't have to follow them, they could do as they pleased. Sadly the commander thought it was...best if they abided by Skyclans rules for now, it made his blood boil. Orion stopped and perked his ears, he could have sworn he heard another cat talking. The fighter turned his golden hues upon his companions and shot them a toothy grin, his eyes lit up with menace and amusement, finally, something he could look forward to. "Smell that? I smell the weak. What's the plan? Wanna attack them? Cuz I really want to." he giggled, his tail lashed as he waited for an answer from his comerads. He wanted that pleasure of ripping apart those clan cats, hearing their cries, it was one of the only pleasures he could find nowadays. Even if they said no, he wasn't going to listen to them, his mind was made up, from what he could tell there was only one, possibly two cats patrolling at the moment, it shouldn't be too hard to kill them.

AbsurdJinx
March 31st, 2017, 01:36 PM
Aspenflash guided the patrol along the Dusk Syndicate border. Lately, the group belonging to the dark forest had been causing havoc to SkyClan. The last patrol to walk the same border he now walks were brutally attacked - don't think about it. There was a heavy pit at the center of his stomach, weighing him down. He repeatedly told himself nothing bad would happen, but he couldn't help but doubted that. He stood tall, and his head swiveled in an alert manner. He thought himself insane to let Coconutpaw tag along, but back at camp, he was sure the patrol would just go swimmingly, but now... The point was that she lacked the proper training to defend herself, and if they were to get attacked... He couldn't bear watching her die - he'd go insane! And Jayfall - Aspenflash didn't know the fellow tomcat very well, but he'd seen him around camp. As far as he was aware, the two were on fair terms.

So far, the patrol has been well. However, there was the disturbing, remaining scents of the previous battle between the Dusk Syndicate and SkyClan. Dried blood stained the ground, and tufts of fur littered the earth. But, most strong of the scents was that of the Dusk Syndicate. This is where Aspenflash abruptly halted, his nose twitching at the abundance of smells. He glanced back at Jayfall, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. ``Do you smell that? Fresh Dusk Syndicate - they must think they own this piece of territory now, the squirrel-brains. I'm positive they're still here, don't you agree?`` After receiving Jayfall's response, Aspenflash glanced at Coconutpaw. He was sure to display calmness, not wanting to upset the young she-cat. ``Keep your claws unsheathed, and be alert. And stay close to me,`` He beckoned her near with his tail, ``I won't let anything happen to you, I promise.``

SuspiciousMindz
March 31st, 2017, 05:21 PM
Coconutpaw was following, very wary of her surroundings. It scared her. The whole idea that there could be a fight; really the whole idea that Grousestar was allowing his clan to live here. They were fine back at the other territory, why did it matter so much to stay with the other four clans? They had been a peaceful clan beforehand with minimal problems. Here, they were constantly fighting, constantly struggling to live. It was terrible, it only added onto Coconutpaw's anxieties. The tortoiseshell was thankful that her mentor was here though, she knew she could trust him. With her lack of fighting skills, she was definitely going to try to stick close to him if they encountered a Dusk Syndicate patrol. The last patrol didn't end well, the blood scent was fairly fresh, and if you looked closely, you'd see fur. Oh Starclan... They were unpredictable and she only feared the worst. It was obvious because the hints of fear she felt radiated off her pelt and towards the patrol around her.

At her mentors gesture, she padded quickly up to his flank, furthest from the border. They were stopped. Oh Starclan... please don't let them show up... she pleaded mentally, her yellow hues were darting around the dark territory, half expecting a cat to come around the trees. If only she knew the mayhem that was going to occur shortly. Just like her mentor stated, Coconutpaw could clearly smell the terrible scent of the Dusk Syndicate. It made her nose crinkle up and her teeth bare slightly. They smelled horrible. At her mentor’s words, she felt a little at ease, but she knew deep down that was merely false hope. If they attacked them out of nowhere, there was no protecting her. She'd have to put her very little training to use. It'd be good experience, but unlike other apprentices, she was not thrilled about that.

AbsurdJinx The Eye Of The Storm Pathos Turtlestrike starfall
{Sorry, was working all day. I'm free all weekend, or at least until the patrol is done}

dino.
March 31st, 2017, 11:35 PM
AbsurdJinx Turtlestrike Suspiciousmindz Pathos The Eye Of The Storm

(Ahh I'm sorry I was the first to post ;v; )
The brown tabby stalked through the territory, his companions by his side. They were ordered to go sniff around for clan cats, make sure they knew their place when it came to border lines. In all honesty he didn't care for the new system, borders, rules, they didn't have to follow them, they could do as they pleased. Sadly the commander thought it was...best if they abided by Skyclans rules for now, it made his blood boil. Orion stopped and perked his ears, he could have sworn he heard another cat talking. The fighter turned his golden hues upon his companions and shot them a toothy grin, his eyes lit up with menace and amusement, finally, something he could look forward to. "Smell that? I smell the weak. What's the plan? Wanna attack them? Cuz I really want to." he giggled, his tail lashed as he waited for an answer from his comerads. He wanted that pleasure of ripping apart those clan cats, hearing their cries, it was one of the only pleasures he could find nowadays. Even if they said no, he wasn't going to listen to them, his mind was made up, from what he could tell there was only one, possibly two cats patrolling at the moment, it shouldn't be too hard to kill them.

"Let's do it," Flash replied to Orion. "These Clanners need to know that they aren't all that great!" He unsheathed and flexed his claws, excitement bubbling up. The young tom's tail twitched, his ears were constantly rotating and listening. After a moment, he mewed, "I think the Clan cats are this way." He snickered. "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces as we explode out and rip them to shreds!"

ameko
April 1st, 2017, 10:22 AM
"Let's do it," Flash replied to Orion. "These Clanners need to know that they aren't all that great!" He unsheathed and flexed his claws, excitement bubbling up. The young tom's tail twitched, his ears were constantly rotating and listening. After a moment, he mewed, "I think the Clan cats are this way." He snickered. "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces as we explode out and rip them to shreds!"

[ !! (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1twICxH8VCuQ6DmD4xnY5jjBc_0AVsyjFYtNuN0AJHkc/edit?usp=sharing) ]

A lithe, white she-cat padded next to Orion, head held high. Once her comrade had paused, she stopped in her tracks as well, parting her jaws to take in any scents. Belladonna was not the happiest cat in the bunch for being ordered to be on a patrol with these dumb toms, but if it pleased her superiors, she would do it without a second thought. Why did they even have to do this patrolling? It wasn't like the Syndicate was known for following the rules. At the sound of Orion's voice, her ears angled themselves towards him, but she kept her gaze forward into the undergrowth, almost looking as though she was ignoring him save for the small acknowledgement of her audits. Bella took in a breath, about to respond, when Flash interrupted her. A low growl rumbled in her throat, but she kept it quiet, lest those SkyClanners heard anything. It wasn't like it would be her growl that would alert them, though; if anything, the meows of her companions would be heard much more easily. "Of course we should attack them. I'm sure Halite—or Boreas, I guess—wouldn't mind. But, Flash," she turned her attention towards him with narrowed eyes, "we won't be able to take them by any sort of surprise if we're noisy."

Belladonna could hardly stand her comrades. Why couldn't she be paired with someone that she actually liked instead of these foolish cats? She sighed and stood up straighter, pushing her annoyance to the back of her mind. Trivial matters like that would do no good in their current situation. "We can't just dive on in without any sort of plan. Underestimating the enemy is stupid. For all we know, they could be lying in wait for us!" she meowed, clipping her words short at the end. She had nearly gotten too loud. Continuing in a lower voice, she added, "How many do you think there are? We can handle less than five, I'm sure, and I doubt this SkyClan's so worried that they'd send that many."

dino.
April 1st, 2017, 11:08 AM
[ !! (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1twICxH8VCuQ6DmD4xnY5jjBc_0AVsyjFYtNuN0AJHkc/edit?usp=sharing) ]

A lithe, white she-cat padded next to Orion, head held high. Once her comrade had paused, she stopped in her tracks as well, parting her jaws to take in any scents. Belladonna was not the happiest cat in the bunch for being ordered to be on a patrol with these dumb toms, but if it pleased her superiors, she would do it without a second thought. Why did they even have to do this patrolling? It wasn't like the Syndicate was known for following the rules. At the sound of Orion's voice, her ears angled themselves towards him, but she kept her gaze forward into the undergrowth, almost looking as though she was ignoring him save for the small acknowledgement of her audits. Bella took in a breath, about to respond, when Flash interrupted her. A low growl rumbled in her throat, but she kept it quiet, lest those SkyClanners heard anything. It wasn't like it would be her growl that would alert them, though; if anything, the meows of her companions would be heard much more easily. "Of course we should attack them. I'm sure Halite—or Boreas, I guess—wouldn't mind. But, Flash," she turned her attention towards him with narrowed eyes, "we won't be able to take them by any sort of surprise if we're noisy."

Belladonna could hardly stand her comrades. Why couldn't she be paired with someone that she actually liked instead of these foolish cats? She sighed and stood up straighter, pushing her annoyance to the back of her mind. Trivial matters like that would do no good in their current situation. "We can't just dive on in without any sort of plan. Underestimating the enemy is stupid. For all we know, they could be lying in wait for us!" she meowed, clipping her words short at the end. She had nearly gotten too loud. Continuing in a lower voice, she added, "How many do you think there are? We can handle less than five, I'm sure, and I doubt this SkyClan's so worried that they'd send that many."

Flash thought for a moment. "Guess you're right," he finally answered. "We do need a plan. And we can't underestimate them." He clawed at the ground, leaving deep furrows in the earth. "Alright." He stabbed his claws into the ground, poking a few holes. "So. This is the patrol. Belladonna, you can take the ones on the left, I can take the ones on the right, and Orion, you can come in from the center and attack them that way," he mewed queitly. "This way, we hit them from all angles. There won't be any way for them to escape." He grinned. "It's perfect!"

Starfall
April 1st, 2017, 07:58 PM
AbsurdJinx Pathos The Eye Of The Storm Turtlestrike Suspiciousmindz

Orion looked at the molly that stood beside him and grinned, although she was crabby she was a great fighter, slightly intimidating, but not to him of course. He turned his golden gaze back upon flash and quietly observed and listened to the toms battle plan. Once he finished he looked back at the white molly and lashed his tail "I'd guess about 1-2 but I could be wrong." he said, his eyes half idled, almost looking...bored. He turned his deadpaned face back and flash and let out a sigh, "And why do you plan on having me run right through them? I'd better not be the bait." he growled, his hues flashed with anger, it was the one and only warning he planned on giving the other Tom. The brown tabby let out a sigh and looked around, hoping to spot the clan cats, their stench tickled his nose, made him want to vomit. He hated the way the clan cats smelled, especially Skyclan, they smelled perfect, sweet, like berries and trees, sickingly sweet. Orion dug his claws into the moist earth and snorted, "Anybody else got a plan? We're gonna want more to go off of, a plan B" he stated cooly, all in all his whole group, including himself, held very commanding personalities, all of them wanted to be leader, all of them wanted to order the others around. He'd let them figure it out, but in the end, he knew it was him, he was ahtousand times better than his companions, he just had to prove it to them somehow.

dino.
April 1st, 2017, 08:07 PM
AbsurdJinx Pathos The Eye Of The Storm Turtlestrike Suspiciousmindz

Orion looked at the molly that stood beside him and grinned, although she was crabby she was a great fighter, slightly intimidating, but not to him of course. He turned his golden gaze back upon flash and quietly observed and listened to the toms battle plan. Once he finished he looked back at the white molly and lashed his tail "I'd guess about 1-2 but I could be wrong." he said, his eyes half idled, almost looking...bored. He turned his deadpaned face back and flash and let out a sigh, "And why do you plan on having me run right through them? I'd better not be the bait." he growled, his hues flashed with anger, it was the one and only warning he planned on giving the other Tom. The brown tabby let out a sigh and looked around, hoping to spot the clan cats, their stench tickled his nose, made him want to vomit. He hated the way the clan cats smelled, especially Skyclan, they smelled perfect, sweet, like berries and trees, sickingly sweet. Orion dug his claws into the moist earth and snorted, "Anybody else got a plan? We're gonna want more to go off of, a plan B" he stated cooly, all in all his whole group, including himself, held very commanding personalities, all of them wanted to be leader, all of them wanted to order the others around. He'd let them figure it out, but in the end, he knew it was him, he was ahtousand times better than his companions, he just had to prove it to them somehow.

"All right, fine, plan B," Flash muttered. "Someone goes up in the trees and mimics a bird call. They cant resist a bit of extra prey. We lead them into our territory and then attack, keeping the element of surprise and trapping them in the process. They don't know our territory. We have the upper paw."

ameko
April 1st, 2017, 08:17 PM
[ AbsurdJinx starfall Turtlestrike The Eye Of The Storm Suspiciousmindz ]

"I don't think I even know how to mimic a bird," Belladonna sneered, raising an eyebrow at Flash. "That's a dumb idea. We should just stick with our plan A. They're just a few cats, it's not like it's the whole of SkyClan attacking us." Oh, the stupidity of her companions. She almost wished she lived in a Clan! They at least seemed to have more intelligent cats of their side. Flicking her tail in indifference, she gave Orion a sidelong glance. "But hey—do whatever you want, I don't care at all," she growled, directing her statement to both of the cats with her. "I bet they already know we're here already." Belladonna didn't care in the slightest if she provoked either of them and started an argument. They were just so ignorant!

"It's not like these SkyClan cats are stupid enough to go into our territory. Unlike some of us here," she drawled out her last sentence, sending a meaningful glare over at Flash. Maybe what she was doing wasn't all heat-of-the-moment, once a thought came to her mind: she was riling them up, getting them ready to fight these SkyClan cats. If she pumped some adrenaline into them before the battle, then they would do even better during the real thing. That's what she assumed would happen, at least.

dino.
April 1st, 2017, 08:33 PM
[ AbsurdJinx starfall Turtlestrike The Eye Of The Storm Suspiciousmindz ]

"I don't think I even know how to mimic a bird," Belladonna sneered, raising an eyebrow at Flash. "That's a dumb idea. We should just stick with our plan A. They're just a few cats, it's not like it's the whole of SkyClan attacking us." Oh, the stupidity of her companions. She almost wished she lived in a Clan! They at least seemed to have more intelligent cats of their side. Flicking her tail in indifference, she gave Orion a sidelong glance. "But hey—do whatever you want, I don't care at all," she growled, directing her statement to both of the cats with her. "I bet they already know we're here already." Belladonna didn't care in the slightest if she provoked either of them and started an argument. They were just so ignorant!

"It's not like these SkyClan cats are stupid enough to go into our territory. Unlike some of us here," she drawled out her last sentence, sending a meaningful glare over at Flash. Maybe what she was doing wasn't all heat-of-the-moment, once a thought came to her mind: she was riling them up, getting them ready to fight these SkyClan cats. If she pumped some adrenaline into them before the battle, then they would do even better during the real thing. That's what she assumed would happen, at least.
"Well, I'm sorry is my plan didn't please you," Flash snarled. He was seriously thinking about calling her Bella. "But guess what? I can make bird calls!" He opened his mouth and let out a sqwak like a crow.

He turned back around and glared at her. "And I'm very intelligent, thank you very much. Much smarter than youwill ever be." He continued to glare at her, his eyes blazing. "And I think you'll soon find that this plan will succeed, and I will be considered better than you."

Momotaro
April 2nd, 2017, 12:56 PM
The grey swirled warrior padded to the front his sharp eyes scanning the area. He narrowed his eyes. Somethings not right. He continued walking though, cowardliness, he thought, is the reason we had to save the clans. He shook his pelt, water dripping from the trees. It seemed like the Dusk Syndicate problem had disappeared.

But, he heard something, a laugh, to one of enjoyment an happiness, but of cruel anger. He turned to Coconutpaw; "Stay behind, there is something here and I don't think it's friendly." He ordered, did he care that he was bossing around cats? No. He was keeping them safe. He sighed and crouched down, getting ready to strike, if needed.

Starfall
April 2nd, 2017, 07:42 PM
AbsurdJinx Pathos Turtlestrike Suspiciousmindz The Eye Of The Storm

( ;w; sorry jinx we're gonna have to skip your post we gotta wrap this up)

The brown tabby looked over at flash and snorted "How are you even alive right now? Mouse-Brain." he stated, amusement and disbelief evident in his voice. He turned to look at Belladona just in time to see the anger and disbelief twinkle in her eyes. That made him angry, he got paired up with the rudest, stupidest pair of cats in the whole dusk Syndicate, he was pretty sure Boreas was trying to kill him, set him up. Orion let out a growl and stalked forward, upon hearing the clan cats calls he slid out his claws and began to grip the moist earth, now he was ticked off. He let out a snarl and gave them a toothy grin, showing them his pearly whites "How about we just charge in. We don't need a plan, or are you guys to scared, too weak to actually fight them off? That's pretty pathetic mates." he growled as he stalked forward, he didn't want to wait anymore, he wanted to feel his claws dig into something warm, he wanted to hear the cries, the snapping, and the ripping.

The fighter let out a snarl and hopped down from where they were perched, his tail lashing behind him. He gave the Skyclan cats his signature toothy grin, excitement and menace danced in his golden hues "Chicken? Isn't that a little uncalled for? We were just making sure you were ready, it ain't fun to kill clancats if they don't fight back. I want to hear their screams first, see the terror in their eyes once they realize that they won't win." he purred, his words dropped with kindness, sweetness, he loved this, toying with them, it brought him true ecstasy. He turned his ruthless gaze upon coconutpaw and grinned, he took a step forward and laughed, he couldnt wait anymore, he wanted to kill, he needed to kill.

ameko
April 2nd, 2017, 08:10 PM
[ we have really got to get this finished, so i am going to have to skip you turtlestrike v.v AbsurdJinx starfall Turtlestrike The Eye Of The Storm Suspiciousmindz ]

TURTLESTRIKE'S POST FROM PM: "I'm the mouse-brain?" Flash growled a little too loudly. "You're the mouse-brain for calling me a mouse-brain! Forget the plans. Charge right in!" Without waiting for an answer, he dropped down and ran straight into the path of the Skyclan cats.

"Heard you were looking for someone," he snarled, pelt bristling, eyes gleaming, claws digging furrows in the earth. "Am I the one?"

MY POST FROM PM: "You must have had lots of time alone to perfect that bird noise," Belladonna scoffed, turning to Flash and opening her mouth to snarl another retort when she heard the voice of one of the SkyClan cats. She paused and closed her jaws with a click, claws digging into the dirt to restrain herself as she watched her comrades literally leap into battle. The molly flicked her eyes up towards the sky, muttering a prayer; Dear ancestors, please keep me from clawing them to shreds. "You guys are insane," she growled, placing loads of emphasis on the last word in that sentence. A sigh escaped her mouth, the last normal thing heard from her before she followed Flash and Orion, immediately making her way to the cat nearest to her—the source of the provocation. Boy, did that teasing from him work on Bella. She lowered herself to the ground, pupils dilating, as she glared up at Aspenflash. A low growl emitted from her. One of her less intelligent moves, however, was that she took her focus off of the cat in front of her to reply to what Flash had said. "Of course you're the one, you mousebrain! Who else would they be looking for?" Goodness. She would need all the strength in the world to keep herself from ripping her companions' throats out.

SuspiciousMindz
April 2nd, 2017, 08:17 PM
starfall Pathos The Eye Of The Storm AbsurdJinx Turtlestrike

ABSURDJINX'S POST[supposed to go before this]:
Aspenflash took no notice of Jayfall's leaderly comment - as long as the other tom meant no harm by it, Aspenflash couldn't care any less. His main priority was Coconutpaw, and he was sure so was Jayfall's - after all, as warriors they are meant to look after the younger and weaker. Unlike Jayfall who looked ready to pounce, he stood tall in an attempt to strike intimidation into any opponents. His thick, long pelt reinforced with muscle already made him appear larger than average. His yellow-green eyes gleamed with challenge, and his sharp, unsheathed claws drilled into the ground. His tail lashed ferociously - Aspenflash was a tomcat ready for a fight.

He'd taken notice of the faint murmurs and growls, but they echoed in his ears and he failed to pinpoint an exact location. There's about two of them. As far as Aspenflash was aware, the felines who caused the sound were on the Dusk Syndicate side of the border. And that's where his sharp gaze lied... staring, watching, glaring at the other side of the border he oh-so despised. Finally, when his patience was wearing thin, Aspenflash called in a gruff tone, ``Well?`` He stepped forward slightly. ``Show yourselves, or are you too scared?`` His intentions were to tease them to the point of anger, to the point where they could no longer keep themselves hidden, to the point where they were so mad they had control over their actions - a cat driven by anger is predictable as their main aim is simply to inflict pain; thinking is not in the equation. ``C'mon, we're waiting. We've been waiting, actually. I've come to the conclusion that you're rather slow - are you interested in coming out here and proving me otherwise?``

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My Post:
Coconutpaw looked between Jayfall and Aspenflash. Of course she didn't listen to Jayfall and stuck closely to the mottled tom-cat instead. However, unlike her mentor, she stuck to staying low while he stood high. She'd never be able to face the territory like that, at least not in her mind. The tortoiseshell's yellow hues widened as three cats emerged on the other side of the border, she felt her pelt begin to bristle. Mustering up all her courage, she stood beside Aspenflash, her height only meeting his shoulders at that moment. She stayed absolutely silent. She didn't want a fight to break out, but already her mentor was provoking one and they were obviously looking for one. They were the first Dusk Syndicate cats she'd met. They looked mean. They sounded mean. They must be mean. They were here to fight and Coconutpaw secretly denied the oncoming attack.

She quietly listened to them, her eyes beginning to shine with defiance until one of them looked directly at her. The fear crept back up over her pelt and she felt her legs become weak. Oh please no... I can't fight him! she averted her gaze from Orion and looked at the other two instead. That didn't last long as she stepped a little close to Aspenflash, their fur brushing. It was more of a comfort thing for the apprentice. It didn't last long as her gaze settled on the ground before the other three felines. At least she appeared to be looking at them when she really wasn't, it gave her a more confident looking factor despite the fear radiating off her pelt. She couldn't help it!

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Absurdjinx's Post
Aspenflash briefly felt his young apprentice step closer to him as the Dusk Syndicate cats made their appearance. He let his tail brush against her in an act of comfort - or, what he hoped to be comforting. He was never really skilled in the art of comforting - In fact, he wasn't very talented in anything `soft`. Once, his energetic daughter told him and his mate a kinda worthless story and then preceded to bound around them. As she did that, he had leaned towards his mate and asked her if their daughter was `okay`. He had been serious, too. A stab of hurt pierced his heart at the memories of his late family, and in that moment, he knew he'd be fighting for everyone he lost.

He took a few moments to size up the opponent. Aspenflash figured he'd be facing the ferocious-looking she-cat before him. Belladonna, the two tomcats had called her. Though they appeared to call her Bella in an attempt to irritate her. She had long legs as he had observed before she crouched, and he figured they could match each others' height. Her thick, rugged fur appeared to be quite the advantage for her - where was her skin? And how would he ever get his claws through those knots? Her dilated eyes glared up at him, enforced with a low growl - that is, until she turned her head to respond to her groupmate.

Aspenflash took a chance. She wasn't paying attention, and he had the advantage. Besides, it was obvious there would be no talking. The Dusk Syndicate were fighters, not peacemakers. Before he could make his move, however, he turned his head in the slightest and flashed Coconutpaw a reassuring smile. And then, he launched himself at Belladonna, his teeth bared in a snarl. His yellow-green eyes flared with hostility, and his unsheathed claws were outstretched. He had aimed for her back, where he hoped he would land heavily and perhaps stun her with his weight.

ameko
April 2nd, 2017, 09:01 PM
AbsurdJinx starfall Suspiciousmindz The Eye Of The Storm Turtlestrike

The moment she took her attention off of her opponent, Belladonna knew that she had lost the upper hand. She had opened her mouth to spit a retort back at her companions, but then the realization that the battle had just begun hit her. Literally. The air was knocked out of her lungs and she stumbled backwards. Gasping, trying to force oxygen back into her, she was certain that the weight on her would've been unbearable to a regular cat. Luckily, she was not a regular cat. It was certainly more than Belladonna had expected, however, as she had been unable to examine her foe and get a good expectation of what he could do. With a grunt, Bella almost wished she had trained recently. She hadn't had a good battle in moons! The adrenaline beginning to course through her veins was welcomed with a smile, a disturbing grin that bared her teeth and stretched from ear to ear.

All of this happened in a mere matter of seconds. In the next, she began to struggle in his grasp, desperately trying to dislodge the wretched SkyClan warrior. She definitely liked it better when her victim didn't fight back. After a heartbeat of panic, her past battle training forced its way into her head. Letting out of throaty growl, she attempted to crouch down further and force herself to roll over, hoping to knock him off. Her chances were fleeting, as he probably had age on his side, but with a glance over at Orion and the apprentice, a plan wormed its way in and lodged itself in her brain. No matter what happened, Belladonna would make sure that this warrior would not be able to aid the obviously inexperienced feline until they had disposed of her.

Starfall
April 2nd, 2017, 10:15 PM
Suspiciousmindz Pathos The Eye Of The Storm Turtlestrike AbsurdJinx
(*wheezes* )

The fighter grinned as he saw the molly tru and shrink beside her mentor, amusement glittered within his hues, it enthralled him. He gave the apprentice a toothy grin and flicked his ear "Oh dont worry, I'm only going to kill you. Nothing to be afraid of." he purred, his words dripped with menace as he stood up straight, he liked being taller than the others, made him feel more important. Upon belladona and flash's bickering he snarled and looked at the two "Both of you are acting like a pair of kits...more so than usual. Pull yourselves together and start fighting you fox-hearts!" he spat, in all honesty he wouldn't mind if those two died, it would give his ears a break. Once he saw the apprentices mentor throw himself at the Dusk Syndicate molly he took that chance and threw himself at the apprentice.

Orion let out a shrill laugh and landed a few feet infront of Coconutpaw, his golden hues danced with hatred, bloodthirst, and murderous rage. The brown tabby began to circle around the apprentice, his tail tip flicked back and fourth as he looked the molly over. New, just became an apprentice, weak, that's what he could tell from just looking at the smaller molly. "I hope you don't mind, but I do plan on tearing your skin. Oh but don't worry, I'll make sure you die as slowly as possible." he said, growling at the last word. With a lash of his tail he flung himself at coconutpaw once more, blood pumping through his veins, his heart pounding, he couldn't wait until he could dig his teeth into the scrawny clan cat.

SuspiciousMindz
April 2nd, 2017, 10:22 PM
starfall Pathos Turtlestrike The Eye Of The Storm
Aspenflash leaped away, leaving Coconutpaw on her own suddenly. As her gaze dragged to follow her mentor in the sudden tussle, she was quickly alerted by the feline pouncing in front of her. Instinctively, she cowered down. Her fluffy fur puffed out to make herself appear bigger despite the tom towering over her. It was useless, she knew this tom was going to ruin her day. Little did the apprentice know, it'd be the fight that changed her life. For the better, of course, not worse. The she-cat hissed. "What's the point of fighting! Even if you win this border skirmish, Skyclan will tear you to shreds in the end!" she defied the fighter, her ears flattening to her skull.

With that, the apprentice felt his weight barrel into her. Without thinking or aiming, she lashed her forepaws out violently. Hissing and spitting in the process of trying to get a blow on the tom. It didn't matter where, she simply had to strike him somewhere, leave a couple scratches somewhere. Her blows were clumsy, obviously due to the lack of training, but her claws were sharp as needles still. Coconutpaw felt the air leave her body for a moment as they hit the ground, assuming that was his intentions. Although her paws didn't stop flailing. She had to try. Had to appear like she wasn't totally useless.

ameko
April 2nd, 2017, 10:31 PM
ABSURDJINX'S POST:
Aspenflash was lucky not to of fallen off the wriggling she-cat as she panicked, and he silently thanked StarClan he was given the advantage. He was wrong to figure they could overpower the Dusk Syndicate patrol, however, but that would be proved within a few moments. They didn't fight under a code, unlike himself. He didn't kill, but his opponent - Belladonna - seemed not to care if she murdered him or not.

When she rolled over, Aspenflash coolly avoided tumbling onto his muzzle by using her back to jump off. He was swift to spin around and face the she-cat, and over her shoulder, he saw something that drained the blood from his face. How could he? How could he just launch himself into a battle when he had his apprentice to look after? She didn't know much - they barely shared a single training session. His eyes widened in horror, and he just froze; he was completely still. The Dusk Syndicate cats' moves were too advanced for Coconutpaw - she wasn't ready. Fatherly instinct kicked in and he was driven by the thought, save her, save Coconutpaw. He shouldn't of let her join the patrol.

He ran forward. Aspenflash would have to get past Belladonna to reach Coconutpaw.


MY POST:
With a grunt, the young molly felt the weight on her back grow and suddenly disappear as the tom leaped off. She hopped to her paws, nimble as ever, still retaining a faint sense of dizziness at that attack. Shaking the fuzz out of her mind, Belladonna blanked when she saw the SkyClan warrior run past her; then she realized why. Her recovery was swift—she was adequate at that—but an irritating thought warned her: she would have to train more in defense. A snarl escaped her maw, her optics glittering with hatred for the entirety of SkyClan. "Aw, you didn't forget about me, did you?" she called out in a tone filled to the brim with mock sadness, pouting for a heartbeat before her grin returned. It never reached her eyes. Bella's thought process was completely reworked whenever she flung herself into battle; one could call it inhumane.

Belladonna crouched down and took off after the warrior, reaching out a paw and aiming to dig her claws in either his tail or his back leg—whichever got close enough to her. Admittedly, she was absolutely terrible at defense, but she had speed on her side. If anything, that was enough for her. "You know, I find it kind of amusing," she hissed that word out through her teeth, "that you care so much about a kit!" Belladonna had never grown close to anybody and was never given much of a chance to, so anything that should've caused her instinct to react had no effect on the she-cat.

Starfall
April 2nd, 2017, 11:11 PM
Suspiciousmindz Pathos The Eye Of The Storm AbsurdJinx Turtlestrike

The brown tabby Tom cocked up one eyebrow and looked down at the apprentice in confusion "Why? Because it's fun deary, why else? I find it amusing listening to your bones crunch and your skin tear. A clan cats shriek is music to my ears." he purred "And sweetie you can keep telling yourself that, the Dusk Syndicate was always superior to you puny clan cats. But fake it till you make it I guess." he shrugged, pleased by the fact that he was able to mkae her shrink down, the fact that he made her curl up in defense, he found it cute. He licked his maw, stood up straight and grinned "Don't you find it exeillerating? Killing other cats, hearing their shrieks, their cries of anguish? It's beautiful....I could make sure you stay alive, if you join us that is. You may have more sense than my comerads." he spat, he didn't mean it though, he still planned on tearing the apprentice apart, he just wanted to add some fun into this battle, add some excitement.

He was barely able to hold back a chuckle once he noticed the apprentice went down kicking...literally. Coconutpaw was able to add a few blows to on his arm and one on the side of his stomach. He let out a his sister and held her down, his pearly whites dangerously close to her neck. But instead of deciding to go for the killing blow Orion bit down hard on her shoulder, waiting to hear the bone crack beneath the pressure. In the corner of his eye he spotted the mollys mentor sprinting his way, a wave of worry washed over him. But that feeling quickly faded away when Belladonna tackled the Tom down, for once he was actually happy that the molly was there. He leaned over, his maw pressing up against the younger ear, "How should I kill you! Quickly? Slowly? Oh! I've got it! I'll kill you, rip you to shreds so no one will even recognize it was you!" he exclaimed, he wanted to smell the fear aminating off of her. He couldn't wait to kill her, watch the light bleed away from her eyes.

ameko
April 3rd, 2017, 05:18 AM
[welp that was apparently as much as we could finish but jayfall was supposed to die & orion was as well and coconutpaw was going to be incapacitated due to wounds which left aspenflash as the only one who could report back to camp; the ds cats left them so he could tell grousestar. ]

dino.
April 3rd, 2017, 11:15 AM
[welp that was apparently as much as we could finish but jayfall was supposed to die & orion was as well and coconutpaw was going to be incapacitated due to wounds which left aspenflash as the only one who could report back to camp; the ds cats left them so he could tell grousestar. ]
(Sorry I couldn't get on, my phone was dead and my sis was using the computer. Should've been on, sorry guys :c)

wren
April 4th, 2017, 10:08 PM
Ajax. A muscular feline with a pearly white coat topped off with blazing blue eyes and black paws, tail and ear tufts. He wasn't too short but resting at a medium height. Sometimes he stil towered over the Wimpy dusk syndicate cats he knew or attempted to be sociable with. Now though he was dead silent not a single word. The Tom made catious steps through the field that lead up to the skyclan border. Ears Angeled in the direction of the first scent marker while his nostrils flared up in the wind. Catching the drifting scents of cats maybe from an earlier patrol. It was the first time the dusk syndicate actually had to share a border, Ajax spoke for everybody when he said how much they disliked the arrangements. It was petty. If you couldn't protect your borders you don't deserve to have them. Hence the little war they seem to be having. Though none of the fights where massive and death defying it still got exciting to hear from the cats that returned how it went. Finally it was Ajax that was going to mouth of the fox dung skyclan cats and once and for all prove the dusk sydnicate was stronger. Though he didn't officially align himself loyal with the Dusk syndicate, just where there was a fight he wanted to be. His tooth and claws seemed to get him the respect he needed wherever he happened to go, here it seemed slightly perminent due to the constant figting and free food. He than drifted back into reality when he approached the skyclan border, If I'm leading these knuckleheads-which was what he was supposed to be doing-I'm goign to have to do it right. Get these young cats into a fight for once, even if this means we stake out for an oncoming patrol. thought he Tom as the group silently advanced. Than with a quick wave of his tail he stopped, blood freezing as the excitement built up in his chest. He took another step and intentionally cracked a stick under paw. A crow went into a frenzy as it lifted into the air and ascends. Slightly embrassed he had stopped everyone to look at a bird he lashed his tail twice more than got to his paws. "I think we are clear for now" he meows gruffly as he pushed throught the bushes to peer at the border.

vantrums
April 5th, 2017, 05:44 AM
Ajax. A muscular feline with a pearly white coat topped off with blazing blue eyes and black paws, tail and ear tufts. He wasn't too short but resting at a medium height. Sometimes he stil towered over the Wimpy dusk syndicate cats he knew or attempted to be sociable with. Now though he was dead silent not a single word. The Tom made catious steps through the field that lead up to the skyclan border. Ears Angeled in the direction of the first scent marker while his nostrils flared up in the wind. Catching the drifting scents of cats maybe from an earlier patrol. It was the first time the dusk syndicate actually had to share a border, Ajax spoke for everybody when he said how much they disliked the arrangements. It was petty. If you couldn't protect your borders you don't deserve to have them. Hence the little war they seem to be having. Though none of the fights where massive and death defying it still got exciting to hear from the cats that returned how it went. Finally it was Ajax that was going to mouth of the fox dung skyclan cats and once and for all prove the dusk sydnicate was stronger. Though he didn't officially align himself loyal with the Dusk syndicate, just where there was a fight he wanted to be. His tooth and claws seemed to get him the respect he needed wherever he happened to go, here it seemed slightly perminent due to the constant figting and free food. He than drifted back into reality when he approached the skyclan border, If I'm leading these knuckleheads-which was what he was supposed to be doing-I'm goign to have to do it right. Get these young cats into a fight for once, even if this means we stake out for an oncoming patrol. thought he Tom as the group silently advanced. Than with a quick wave of his tail he stopped, blood freezing as the excitement built up in his chest. He took another step and intentionally cracked a stick under paw. A crow went into a frenzy as it lifted into the air and ascends. Slightly embrassed he had stopped everyone to look at a bird he lashed his tail twice more than got to his paws. "I think we are clear for now" he meows gruffly as he pushed throught the bushes to peer at the border.

Cloudy Bright Marble meraki Lonestar23

It was early to be out on patrol; it was necessary, what with the recent fights with the Dusk Syndicate, but it was still early and the chill in the air made it hard to be enthusiastic. The wind tore at a golden tabby's fur as he pushed his way out of camp with his patrol trailing behind. Dread hollowed his belly as he thought of the patrols of the past few sunrises. Each patrol had come home more decimated than the last, and cats had even lost their lives. Still, it was for this same reason that he was determined to show those fox-hearted Dusk Syndicate cats that SkyClan was not to be messed with.

He slowed as he neared the border, signalling to his patrol to do the same with a flick of his tail. His head snapped up when a crow suddenly alighted, cawing out a warning that couldn't have been clearer. He returned his gaze to the undergrowth ahead, narrowing his eyes and parting his jaws to draw in the scents. Just the faintest whiff of intruders sent the fur along his spine prickling; his patro must be down-wind from them. Good. They had the upperhand.

Dropping into a crouch, he crept slowly forward, making sure to watch his steps so he didn't disturb any debris. As he neared, he caught sight of at least three different pelts through the bushes. They were evenly matched; this should make things easier. Determination settling over him, he crept around until he was at the far side of the group. Then, squaring his shoulders, he pushed his way through to confront them. "What are you doing on SkyClan territory?" he growled, his amber eyes cold with fury.

bright !
April 5th, 2017, 09:25 AM
Cloudy Bright Marble meraki Lonestar23

It was early to be out on patrol; it was necessary, what with the recent fights with the Dusk Syndicate, but it was still early and the chill in the air made it hard to be enthusiastic. The wind tore at a golden tabby's fur as he pushed his way out of camp with his patrol trailing behind. Dread hollowed his belly as he thought of the patrols of the past few sunrises. Each patrol had come home more decimated than the last, and cats had even lost their lives. Still, it was for this same reason that he was determined to show those fox-hearted Dusk Syndicate cats that SkyClan was not to be messed with.

He slowed as he neared the border, signalling to his patrol to do the same with a flick of his tail. His head snapped up when a crow suddenly alighted, cawing out a warning that couldn't have been clearer. He returned his gaze to the undergrowth ahead, narrowing his eyes and parting his jaws to draw in the scents. Just the faintest whiff of intruders sent the fur along his spine prickling; his patro must be down-wind from them. Good. They had the upperhand.

Dropping into a crouch, he crept slowly forward, making sure to watch his steps so he didn't disturb any debris. As he neared, he caught sight of at least three different pelts through the bushes. They were evenly matched; this should make things easier. Determination settling over him, he crept around until he was at the far side of the group. Then, squaring his shoulders, he pushed his way through to confront them. "What are you doing on SkyClan territory?" he growled, his amber eyes cold with fury.


meraki Marble Cloudy Lonestar23

A pair of bright sky-blue orbs scanned their surroundings as the owner, Zotuosy, trailed after the patrol leader. His pearly white fur ruffled as his small figure walked through the wind. Though he wasn’t the biggest or strongest cat in the Dusk Syndicate, though that didn’t make him any less of a fighter. He remained vigilant of any sign of trespassers, ready to attack if necessary. He was glad to be on the patrol since he got to see behind all that happened with the little border battles. He’d become quite interested in the recent fights with Skyclan, and he knew it was probably because the Dusk Syndicate weren’t all that used to sharing. But they’d have to get used to it. He just didn’t like the fact that he may be swarmed with questions from the cats he knew- and especially disliked the fact that cats he didn’t know would be as well.

The tom didn’t like getting his paws dirty and stained with blood, since his pelt was so vulnerable due to it being pure white. When he got the signal from Ajax, he halted, excitement rising in him at the thought of having a border battle. But it was all drained when he saw a crow fly up into air, cawing loudly to the whole world. His ear flicked at the sound of the stick breaking, almost thinking that could’ve been a possible trespasser as well. Then there came a golden tabby rising from the bushes, and the scent was definitely not of his own. But, he recognized it- It was of Skyclan. His eyes went into thin, cold slits and he bared his teeth into a hostile snarl. His fur stood a along his neck as his claws unsheathed. “This is Dusk Syndicate territory, you’re invading.” he hissed, not bothering to wait for the patrol leader to respond.

Brunch
April 5th, 2017, 12:02 PM
Bright Marble @tantrums meraki Lonestar23

The morning light was almost blinding to Ashenleaves. Perhaps she was imagining it, by it seemed as the the sun had come closer to earth. Her paws started to turn clammy on the ground making her stutter in her steps. Anticipation nicked at her, making her senses more aware; every crunch of a leaf made her jerk as well as unsheath her claws, waiting for her attacker to strike, only to find that it was with Tansypaw or Sunbreak.

A vile scent came across the rust-gray she-cat the second Sunbreak signalled for them to stop. Her furry pelt stood on end, and butterflies circled in her stomach. As the tom slipped in a well-practiced crouch, Ashenleaves followed suit, trailing him through the under growth to find the Syndicate cats.

"Syndicate territory!" Ashenleaves scoffed in her somewhat of a high-pitched voice, "This belongs to SkyClan rightfully you foxhearts." Though her words forming in a growl were undeniably scary, the small she-cat was no match to her words. She was small, petite. Ashenleaves was muscular though, under all of the fluff, and not being large would help her in the battle that was brewing. The only part of her that was not so frail were her hindlegs. Out of all of her body, her backlash held the most muscle, like most of the cats of her clan.

Ashenleaves flowered at the Syndicate cats, waiting for Sunbreak's call to action. Her lamp-like eyes were full of fury and hatred at the cats before her, though patience mingled with them.

meraki
April 5th, 2017, 12:48 PM
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vantrums

Tansypaw padded in the back of the patrol, having to take more steps than her other clan mates due to her legs not having grown to their full length yet. She was on high alert; her ears perked up and nose in the air as she tasted the wind for any scent of prey. When an unfamiliar scent smacked her in the nose, she blinked, not recognising it in the least bit. When she saw the other SkyClan cats freeze up, ears back, she frowned but did the same. When they neared the scent, the voice of a new cat rang out, startling the apprentice. Intruders! She thought angrily, the fur along her spine bristling as her light, honey-coloured eyes narrowed into slits.

Tansypaw had heard stories of the horrid Dusk Syndicate cats- not all of which were true, but she had the visual that they were evil, hateful cats who didn't believe in StarClan. When the forms of three invaders caught her eye, she knew there'd be trouble. Bristling, she replied to the white furred tomcat. "Your territory? Check again, invader. Stay on your side, or you'll regret it." She snapped hatefully. What on earth gives them the idea that they can just strut right through without a care in the world? Mousebrains. Tansypaw thought with a disappointed shake of her head. She turned to Sunbreak, waiting for his decision on how to handle this. She'd never been in a real fight before, and she realised now that she hadn't had enough training to take one of the Dusk Syndicate on. But no matter- she doubted that it'd come to that. And either way, she'd be fine. Tansypaw had just been taught some new defensive movies that surely would come in handy. If she remembered them.

lone
April 5th, 2017, 03:58 PM
SkyClan cats. Here? Now? For the majority of the time they had moved in-- across the border-- Arrow had never seen a SkyClan cat. And yet now, they were everywhere. It was like the whole place was crawling with them. His expression darkened and brown tail lashed furiously. There was no way he was going to allow this to happen. Something was going to have to be done. He glanced over at the other cats with him-- while Arrow couldn't think of their names at the moment, he was sure that like most cats in the Syndicate, they would be out for blood. Out to kill. To maim. To injure any way they could, and he would be trying to stay out of it. Just get them off, that was the objective here. Killing was not always necessary, though he didn't expect that to enter their minds. Why did they feel like they always had to kill? It didn't make sense to the tom. And yet, he was one of them now-- the very cats that he accused of being killers, and he was a part of them. One of the SkyClan cats looked young, like an apprentice-- he hoped he wouldn't have to fight that one. It was one thing to go up against a cat with the same level of experience. It was another to brutally murder a cat who was just learning. He would have wanted mercy if it were him. But Arrow was an experienced fighter, and not someone to be messed with. These cats were going to learn that very quickly if they believed otherwise. Very, very quickly. Cloudy Bright meraki Marble vantrums

wren
April 5th, 2017, 04:47 PM
Cloudy Bright meraki Lonestar23 vantrums

Ajax had expected the snooty skyclan cats to react like that, not the patrol he was on in all honesty. It didn't make sense for these cats bickered with anger, why not like he did? It certainly got cats mad at him, which meant objective reached. The Tom stepped in the way of the other Dusk syndicate cats, he lead this patrol and he was goingto do it right with no exceptions. The skyclan cats would deliver the first blow while they laid back defensivly. He had a tactic in mind. "Skyclan territory? Well that's awful unfortunate isn't it? Cause last time I checked this was ours. Zotuosy I believe your right. You may need to check your facts skyclanners" the feline paused for a good moment. He turned back to his patrol looking at arrow than too Zotuosy. "I guess they are as dumb as they say" he added before turning back to face the skyclan cats in front of him. He wasn't at all afraid of them lashing out due to his side comment. In fact he wanted to welcome it.Something snooty, rude and maybe just the right bit of enthusiasm. That will get them irked. he thought. Getting them mad was the first step to a successful battle. So Ajax seated himself, curling his tail around his black paws as his black tail blended in. His expression was a soft smile, a face of completely calm. Not a tinge of frustration or stress. "I hope you don't mind. My patrol and I we are very concerned, to save the trouble perhaps you should get off our territory. It will save some bloodshed" he added briskly tucking his paws under his tail, settling down. For a fact he knew this was inbetween both borders but was actually a bit closer to skyclan territory. Good. That will handle the injustice aspect. His ice cold eyes matched the hard stare he was receiving from a golden warrior ahead of him. He was pretty big and it was obviously taller than Ajax. He was the main worry. He others didn't seem to catch his eye all to much. The smaller one was a trainee or a young young warrior while the other she cat must've been a warrior.

vantrums
April 5th, 2017, 05:13 PM
Cloudy Bright meraki Marble Lonestar23

Heat flared beneath Sunbreak's pelt when he realized the inkling of truth in the Syndicate cats' words. They weren't on SkyClan land--but neither were they on Syndicate land as they suggested. Still, they were too close to the border for comfort, and he wanted to make sure they were seen off.

He curled his lips at the snarky remarks the patrol leader made to his campmates. Cocky, isn't he? Making comments like that and playing coy. He's certainly quite confident...

In a brief moment of clarity, the tabby warrior realized what the other was playing at. He wanted them to attack first. Well, he won't get the satiafaction. With a knowing flick of his whiskers, he turned back to his clanmates, making sure the tip of his tail whisked across the tom's nose. "He's right," he agreed, "No need to shed blood over a useless strip of land. If these kittypets wish to squabble over it, that's their business." A step back in the direction of the Syndicate patrol, and he dipped his head in mock respect. "It's truly thoughtful of you to consider other... softer resolutions."

bright !
April 5th, 2017, 11:22 PM
Cloudy vantrums meraki Marble Lonestar23

He blinked, confused at why Ajax wasn’t speaking as if he was about to attack the golden tom, which he assumed was their patrol leader. He was talking as if he himself was from Skyclan and trying to make peace. There wouldn’t have been an exception for him. The other cats were just too close to the territory for his comfort. He didn’t care if they were only on the border- he wanted them gone. But how Ajax was speaking, that wasn’t right- He was on to something. But what? Was he trying to get the Skyclan patrol angry? To get them to attack? Actually- that wasn’t such a bad idea. He almost opened his mouth to speak again, but stopped himself at the thought that it’d be best to let Ajax do what he needed to.

But what Sunbreak said next was what got his fur standing on edge and made his anger rise more. Kittypets.. Softer..? I’m no kittypet! I’ll show you soft! He thought to himself, growling under his breath. He had to restrain himself and let Ajax handle this. Maybe he’ll come back with another mocking remark, or something else. But he didn’t know. He’ll decide what to do next. He took a look at all the other patrol members from Skyclan. He’d say they looked pretty easy- only an apprentice and a warrior that didn’t seem all that difficult to take on. If- Once they got into a fight, he guessed the two leaders would fight since that’s just what always happens, so all he’d have to do was choose any of the rest. How boring.

Brunch
April 6th, 2017, 11:10 AM
Cloudy vantrums meraki Marble Lonestar23

He blinked, confused at why Ajax wasn’t speaking as if he was about to attack the golden tom, which he assumed was their patrol leader. He was talking as if he himself was from Skyclan and trying to make peace. There wouldn’t have been an exception for him. The other cats were just too close to the territory for his comfort. He didn’t care if they were only on the border- he wanted them gone. But how Ajax was speaking, that wasn’t right- He was on to something. But what? Was he trying to get the Skyclan patrol angry? To get them to attack? Actually- that wasn’t such a bad idea. He almost opened his mouth to speak again, but stopped himself at the thought that it’d be best to let Ajax do what he needed to.

But what Sunbreak said next was what got his fur standing on edge and made his anger rise more. Kittypets.. Softer..? I’m no kittypet! I’ll show you soft! He thought to himself, growling under his breath. He had to restrain himself and let Ajax handle this. Maybe he’ll come back with another mocking remark, or something else. But he didn’t know. He’ll decide what to do next. He took a look at all the other patrol members from Skyclan. He’d say they looked pretty easy- only an apprentice and a warrior that didn’t seem all that difficult to take on. If- Once they got into a fight, he guessed the two leaders would fight since that’s just what always happens, so all he’d have to do was choose any of the rest. How boring.
vantrums Marble meraki Lonestar23

Ashenleaves stifled a laugh towards Zotuosy. "Have we gotten under your fur?" she taunted. The she-cat could see Sunbreak's plan; make then attack first, make them responsible for their inevitable pain of the battle to come. Ashenleaves thought for a moment on what to say; the she-cat normally never said anything harsh to another cat, it wasn't her nature. But now, they had hurt her clanmates-- killed some of them too-- she couldn't let them get away without something horrible to nag at them. "Kittypets!" Ashenleaves hissed at Zotuosy, "Twoleg lover!"

The warrior stopped at that, and glared at Zotuosy with a smirk covering her face. Ashenleaves could think of many more terms that she would have liked to chant at Zotuosy, though the rust-gray she-cat figured it would be best to not say it in front of Tansypaw, considering she was so young. Ashenleaves glanced over at Sunbreak. "Did I go too far?" she hissed quietly in his ear.

lone
April 6th, 2017, 12:56 PM
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Arrow's expression changed as he glared at the SkyClan cats. By now he was just waiting for the order to attack. Honestly he would have preferred the more peaceful alternative-- maybe they should just walk away? But no, this was their home. They had been here longer then SkyClan. And, while Arrow was not a fan of the foreigners, he wasn't one to start unnecessary wars. If they were to attack, there was a good chance that one or more of the cats might not make it out alive. His eyes flashed again, but he still didn't speak. Maybe we should just...go? He thought, glancing at the younger cat again. His hues softened a little, but he remained standing still. If he were to run now, it would probably be considered a sign of weakness. And weak cats were not allowed to stay-- alive-- in the Dusk Syndicate. Meaning Arrow was going to have to do this, despite not really wanting to. He glanced over at-- Ajax? Was that the leader of the patrol's name? The brown tabby was beginning to wish he'd never come, though it wasn't like he had much of a choice. Saying no could have resulted in getting himself hurt... either badly or not, he wasn't quite sure which one. It would all depend on how severely he messed this up. But he was still hoping that even if worst came to worst, they wouldn't have to fight these cats. After all, they were probably skilled fighters themselves. And, while Arrow was a pretty good fighter-- he wasn't an expert and he certainly wasn't the best. The uncomfortable thing was realizing that he might end up killing the smaller cat in front of him. Apprentices, he believed they were called. Arrow had met some Clan cats before, and not all of them were bad... though he didn't like the sound of their lifestyle. No, as harsh as it might seem, the Dusk Syndicate was his home and it was too late to leave. He kept silent, though his tail was lashing furiously and showing his aggravation at the names the Clan cats were calling him and the other two.

meraki
April 7th, 2017, 05:35 AM
Lonestar23
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With all the taunts being shouted back and fourth, Tansypaw found it amazing that neither Sunbreak nor the Dusk Syndicate patrol's leader were losing their cool. But with the hatefulness coming from her other clanmate as well as the two other Dusk Syndicate cats, she had a feeling that her suspicions of a fight were to come true in a matter of minutes. She didn't want to fight-not really, but these cats were far too close to the border, and by their tone of tongue- weren't trying to avoid a fight. Tansypaw had heard of the stores from recent patrols, how some had even ended up dead. She looked from her clan mates, to the Dusk Syndicate cats, and to herself. The cats who ended up dead died at their claws, she thought, bitter adrenaline rushing through every one of her vains. She knew deep down that she had likelier odds of adding on to the list of the dead than the others, but she pushed that away and tried to focus on being mad. Butterflies flew in her stomach- and not the same kind that flutter when excited but nervous, such as for her apprentice ceremony. No, these were not good butterflies. They had razor sharp wings that slit her insides during every flap. But Tansypaw was not the sort to run away and leave her friends to fight, outnumbered. No- she'd stay and fight through it, tooth and claw. Her eyes looked at the Dusk Syndicate cats. "We don't want to fight. Just stay away from our territory. We were kind enough to share borders with you, now you should probably follow those rules and stay on your side. Patrols sent out by your leader killed several of our cats during patrols of their own. We have a right to be hostile." She meowed sensibly. But she knew she'd likely be ignored- no one would listen to apprentice. Never.

wren
April 7th, 2017, 02:20 PM
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Ajax snorted at the harsh words form the golden Tom. He wrapped his tail gently around his paws. "Yes. We are indeed kittypet lovers. In fact we make these kittypets feed us and we don't really have to hunt all the time. It makes life easier while you choose to complain about how hard your life is!" he meows with a small smile played on his lips. "anyways, you wouldn't want to prove your strength agaisnt kittypets. I mean. We'd be glad to unless your too afraid" meows Ajax tilting his head to the side and cocking an eyebrow arogantly at him. Truthfully wasn't really his strongest come back but it was out there in dead air. Silencing the cats for a few moments. Than he turned to see the smaller she cat. He smirked. "Dear, we only barely tolerate you. Moving your group of kits over here wasn't agreed on. Besides moving next to us kittypets was your choice So suffer the consequences" he said with a rather proud smugness to the last comment. This was all true, unless Ajax had been gone and a secret agreement had been made between the leaders. He didn't think so. If so it was unlikely to be brought up. he than got to his paws sliding up to ashenleaves, looking her over for a moment. "Look at you! Big and tough. Why don't you go ahead and price it on a kittypet?" he asked with a smirk. He flicked his tail towards zotusy. "Go ahead prove your words" he snickered walking around her before coming back in front of his patrol. This fight wasn't even heated yet. He wanted it to be. If it didn't happen soon he would lash out and get brutal. Because how he had to smooth talk and try to get under the fur of the most hot headed warrior there. The small one seemed sweet trying to stick up for what she believed in and he guessed she would run. The golden Tom would come for him. Good. Ajax was crazy to think maybe he shoudk actually nick the warrior on the ear to get it going. [ ALARM! Must go fast!! I can make Ajax hit sunbreak so we can finish this TODAY ]

bright !
April 7th, 2017, 03:35 PM
Lonestar23 Marble vantrums Cloudy meraki

Zotuosy smirked at the tom’s words and comebacks to the patrol, though his eyes in the glare he shot at the other side said he just wanted to attack already. He was ready for Ashenleaves to attack if Ajax had gotten under her fur. He was betting on himself to be the winner, though he wasn’t sure if he’d want to kill her. He didn’t kill in a fight if not needed- unlike most of the cats from DS. So, he most likely wouldn’t do that even if he was capable of doing so. His ear twitched and eyes narrowed- shooting a cold glare at the she-cat. His claws unsheathed and sheathed back a few times before keeping them dug into the ground. He didn’t care who’d start the fight, but he’d finish it- and he’ll make sure to. Though his eyes flickered over to-who he thought looked like an apprentice, when she spoke. Though, he quickly averted his glare back to Ashenleaves, “Are you going to do something, or represent your clan by sitting there like the lazy, snotty cat you are?” He figured she’d be one of the ‘all-bark-and-no-bite’ kind of cats by now- especially if she wasn’t to attack soon. She shouldn’t be speaking at all if her own words were just too large compared to what she’d be willing to tackle. Now he stood waiting, fur bristling, claws unsheathed, teeth bared and ready for whatever Ashen had. He didn't want to be disappointed, so was expecting at least something from her.
[yes, we have to hurry and get this done !!]

vantrums
April 7th, 2017, 04:10 PM
Lonestar23 Marble meraki Bright Cloudy

The fur along Sunbreak's flanks rippled and he let out a hiss as he stepped to block Tansypaw. She's an apprentice, she had no business in this battle against such cruel cats. Still, he had led them here and it was his decision to bring her along, meaning it was on him to protect her.

His eyes tracked the white tom as he edged around his patrol, watching him to see where the best place to strike would be. Strike to cripple, make the battle shorter. Think about Tansypaw. He repeated the last sentence over a couple more times while he waited for Ajax to stop. As soon as he settled at the lead of the patrol, he dropped into a crouch and leaped for him with claws outstretched. If you seriously hurt the leader of the patrol first, surely the others would run before anyone was killed?

(( Short reply to make this quicker. ))

wren
April 7th, 2017, 07:53 PM
Ajax smiled when he saw what effect his words had made. He grinned smugly at everyone while they all stared. Than suddnely a flash of golden fur and he felt the weight of paws on his chest. Ajax yowled the words out before he went down "ATTACK!" he screeched in anger as he put his paws out to defend himself as he hit the ground and rolled over wigt he warrior

vantrums
April 7th, 2017, 08:15 PM
Marble

Sunbreak rolled over with the pearly tom, claws snaring in his fur. Perhaps his claws weren't as sharp as other's but they were still curved enough to hook into fur. The yowl sent his ears ringing, disorienting him a bit, but he still had the wherewithal to snap in the direction of his opponent. Maybe he'd get lucky and hit.

bright !
April 7th, 2017, 10:58 PM
Cloudy

Zotuosy didn't hesitate at all at Ajax’s words, and did exactly as he was told. Gladly. He lunged himself to the Skyclan she-cat whom he had his eyes on before, her seemingly the only one left to fight other than the apprentice-who he obviously would have no interest in fighting at all. His claws fully unsheathed, pearly white teeth bared, adrenaline pumping throughout his body, he was ready for whatever she had and what she'd bring on him.

Brunch
April 7th, 2017, 11:36 PM
Cloudy

Zotuosy didn't hesitate at all at Ajax’s words, and did exactly as he was told. Gladly. He lunged himself to the Skyclan she-cat whom he had his eyes on before, her seemingly the only one left to fight other than the apprentice-who he obviously would have no interest in fighting at all. His claws fully unsheathed, pearly white teeth bared, adrenaline pumping throughout his body, he was ready for whatever she had and what she'd bring on him.
Ashenleaves' nostrils flared as Zotuosy lunged. The she-cat lunged into the air, her mouth forming a snarl, and her teeth were bared in hatred. The SkyClanner had not expected for the fighter to attack so deftly, and as she launched herself in attempts to all over Zotuosy's head, her hind quaters were hit by the cat's sharp claws. Ashenleaves was catapulted to the ground, hitting with such force that her mind went blank for a momment. Once she woke, the rust-grey she-cat wobbled away from the fighter. Again, Ashenleaves launched herself into the air, and as she started to descend, she poised her paws, claws extended, at Zotuosy's back.

wren
April 7th, 2017, 11:48 PM
@Vantrums

Once both him and the sun coloured warrior skid to a hault next to the dead bushes lining the strip of land between the da and Skyclan. He felt his claws prickly his skin and draw little blobs if blood. He squirmed neaneath him taking his claws down the toms shoulders, he than drove his hind legs into his belly trying to pry him off "Good job! You have started a war!" he yowled between gasps as he wriggled madly under his body

bright !
April 8th, 2017, 12:07 AM
Ashenleaves' nostrils flared as Zotuosy lunged. The she-cat lunged into the air, her mouth forming a snarl, and her teeth were bared in hatred. The SkyClanner had not expected for the fighter to attack so deftly, and as she launched herself in attempts to all over Zotuosy's head, her hind quaters were hit by the cat's sharp claws. Ashenleaves was catapulted to the ground, hitting with such force that her mind went blank for a momment. Once she woke, the rust-grey she-cat wobbled away from the fighter. Again, Ashenleaves launched herself into the air, and as she started to descend, she poised her paws, claws extended, at Zotuosy's back.


He smirked at the feeling of his own claws successfully landing a blow at the other’s hind quarters. As Ashenleaves made an attack to Zotuosy’s back, it felt a little like everything was in slow motion for a moment. It wasn't like he hadn't been in a fight before, he was just excited for this one. She seemed to react rather quickly. He whipped around as swiftly as he could with with grunt, only to have been pinned with her claws raking against his side. He hissed in pain, raising his back leg to rake her belly so he could escape her grasp.

The Cannibal
April 13th, 2017, 10:49 AM
Gusty

This was the last straw. Grousestar had positively had it with this Syndicate and was on his last nerve with them. How dare they continuously bother his clan. They just got to this territory and the Syndicate has been nothing but trouble since the start, killing his clan members and attacking them, provoking them from across the border.
Now he was a reasonable cat, he believed that they were just weary of a new clan settling at their borders, or that he's only encountered a bad apple of the bunch, but no. They have continuously been a problem and even the optimistic cat that he was saw that there was nothing positive that could come out of this. And while he was friendly and charismatic, when it came down to his clan? They would always come first. He didn't care if there was a reason behind their attacks or what not, or if they were struggling due to a rocky road with their faltering leadership, it didn't matter any more. They were messing with the wrong clan. The very thought of the Dusk Syndicate made his blood boil at this point.
But he would give them one last chance. Every cat deserved one last chance, even cats as vile as those of the Syndicate. He would attempt to speak to their leader to settle this. Perhaps their leader would be sensible enough to speak with him so that they could settle their differences in a civilized manner, he was hoping that this would be the case. He truly was. But part of his mind said that there was no speaking to this cat, that he would end up having to bring Skyclan to battle again to neutralize this problem. They've had moons to recover and were finally settled into their territory, they could easily take out this problem if need be. He had faith in his warriors. And it's likely that the Syndicate won't see it coming. The Syndicate likely thought them as weak, thus why they've been picking at them at the border. But Grousestar would show them.
Regardless, the brown tabby tom settled at the border, a neutral look upon his face, emerald eyes glittering coldly in the sunlight that broke through the budding leaves of the trees, his tail curled over his paws where his claws were sheathed, and his ears erect on his head, swiveling carefully.
This was the Syndicate's last chance.

Gusty
April 14th, 2017, 09:55 PM
Gusty

This was the last straw. Grousestar had positively had it with this Syndicate and was on his last nerve with them. How dare they continuously bother his clan. They just got to this territory and the Syndicate has been nothing but trouble since the start, killing his clan members and attacking them, provoking them from across the border.
Now he was a reasonable cat, he believed that they were just weary of a new clan settling at their borders, or that he's only encountered a bad apple of the bunch, but no. They have continuously been a problem and even the optimistic cat that he was saw that there was nothing positive that could come out of this. And while he was friendly and charismatic, when it came down to his clan? They would always come first. He didn't care if there was a reason behind their attacks or what not, or if they were struggling due to a rocky road with their faltering leadership, it didn't matter any more. They were messing with the wrong clan. The very thought of the Dusk Syndicate made his blood boil at this point.
But he would give them one last chance. Every cat deserved one last chance, even cats as vile as those of the Syndicate. He would attempt to speak to their leader to settle this. Perhaps their leader would be sensible enough to speak with him so that they could settle their differences in a civilized manner, he was hoping that this would be the case. He truly was. But part of his mind said that there was no speaking to this cat, that he would end up having to bring Skyclan to battle again to neutralize this problem. They've had moons to recover and were finally settled into their territory, they could easily take out this problem if need be. He had faith in his warriors. And it's likely that the Syndicate won't see it coming. The Syndicate likely thought them as weak, thus why they've been picking at them at the border. But Grousestar would show them.
Regardless, the brown tabby tom settled at the border, a neutral look upon his face, emerald eyes glittering coldly in the sunlight that broke through the budding leaves of the trees, his tail curled over his paws where his claws were sheathed, and his ears erect on his head, swiveling carefully.
This was the Syndicate's last chance.
Halite was in his territory, minding his own business and being solitary as usual. It was then when, out of the corner of his dark blue eye, the commander noticed a flash of brown tabby fur. His ears perked towards the sound of muffled footsteps. He breathed in and out slowly, biting his tongue and forcing himself to stay calm within the circumstances.

Which cat is here now? Not a foolish Clan cat? Halite shook his head from side to side. Why wouldn't they learn? Oh, those scatter-brained felines are so clueless... He let out a deep sigh.

Despite Grousestar being on the other side of the border- and technically on their rightful territory- Halite felt a trigger of annoyance. It was too close for comfort. Way too close.

"Grousestar." Halite stated seriously and monotonously, matching the familiar figure to the SkyClan leader's name. Halite had an idea on why he was here, but he would not make a further move. He felt no need to. Not yet, anyways.

The Cannibal
April 16th, 2017, 03:48 PM
Halite was in his territory, minding his own business and being solitary as usual. It was then when, out of the corner of his dark blue eye, the commander noticed a flash of brown tabby fur. His ears perked towards the sound of muffled footsteps. He breathed in and out slowly, biting his tongue and forcing himself to stay calm within the circumstances.

Which cat is here now? Not a foolish Clan cat? Halite shook his head from side to side. Why wouldn't they learn? Oh, those scatter-brained felines are so clueless... He let out a deep sigh.

Despite Grousestar being on the other side of the border- and technically on their rightful territory- Halite felt a trigger of annoyance. It was too close for comfort. Way too close.

"Grousestar." Halite stated seriously and monotonously, matching the familiar figure to the SkyClan leader's name. Halite had an idea on why he was here, but he would not make a further move. He felt no need to. Not yet, anyways.
Despite his boiling rage, Grousestar would act as civil as possible, after all, this was their last chance, if they dismissed it then he could let his anger boil over and throw the wrath of Skyclan down upon them. But for now, it would be a civil, calm conversation. At least, that's what the leader planned and hoped for.
Luckily enough he seemed to have impeccable timing and it didn't take long for him to spot Halite taking a walk through his territory and even less time for the leader of the Syndicate to notice him.

"Halite I believe it is?" Mewed the brown tabby in response, respectfully dipping his head and keeping his neutral demeanor as neutral as he could, not quite wanting to show this anger to the opposing 'leader'. It could make for a rash decision, and he didn't desire that. He would treat this decision carefully because he didn't wan't to go to war, he didn't want more bloodshed and naturally he would try anything in his power to stop such a thing. But at the same time, Grousestar would not be afraid to attack. Not this time.

"I believe we have some matters to discuss, I hope you have the time to hear me out."
After years of holding back anger, it was easy now, to erase his emotion, to put on a happy face, that's what his clan knew him for, his happy face and friendliness, they never knew what was underneath, the boiling emotions he kept down so that he could make his clan feel comfortable. No one liked to see their leader angry. Luckily enough they were particularly alone out here and if he got angry, then it wouldn't be too much of an issue. No one would be scared except perhaps Halite, but he didn't use his anger as a means of intimidation, he used it to show that he was not some nice cat that let you walk all over him. He was a leader.

And so the Skyclan leader would wait for Halite to respond, not wanting to seem rude by continuing, though in all honesty, he would particularly care about being rude to this cat, not after experiencing the Syndicate. Rudeness was the least he could deal out to those monsters.

Gusty
April 18th, 2017, 09:47 PM
Despite his boiling rage, Grousestar would act as civil as possible, after all, this was their last chance, if they dismissed it then he could let his anger boil over and throw the wrath of Skyclan down upon them. But for now, it would be a civil, calm conversation. At least, that's what the leader planned and hoped for.
Luckily enough he seemed to have impeccable timing and it didn't take long for him to spot Halite taking a walk through his territory and even less time for the leader of the Syndicate to notice him.

"Halite I believe it is?" Mewed the brown tabby in response, respectfully dipping his head and keeping his neutral demeanor as neutral as he could, not quite wanting to show this anger to the opposing 'leader'. It could make for a rash decision, and he didn't desire that. He would treat this decision carefully because he didn't wan't to go to war, he didn't want more bloodshed and naturally he would try anything in his power to stop such a thing. But at the same time, Grousestar would not be afraid to attack. Not this time.

"I believe we have some matters to discuss, I hope you have the time to hear me out."
After years of holding back anger, it was easy now, to erase his emotion, to put on a happy face, that's what his clan knew him for, his happy face and friendliness, they never knew what was underneath, the boiling emotions he kept down so that he could make his clan feel comfortable. No one liked to see their leader angry. Luckily enough they were particularly alone out here and if he got angry, then it wouldn't be too much of an issue. No one would be scared except perhaps Halite, but he didn't use his anger as a means of intimidation, he used it to show that he was not some nice cat that let you walk all over him. He was a leader.

And so the Skyclan leader would wait for Halite to respond, not wanting to seem rude by continuing, though in all honesty, he would particularly care about being rude to this cat, not after experiencing the Syndicate. Rudeness was the least he could deal out to those monsters.
Halite twitched at the SkyClan leader's response. He fought back his slight annoyance and forced himself to stay in a calm, disciplined, stately manner, similarly to Grousestar. If that horrendous clan cat was going to act like this, he might as well do the same, until he was offended in a way. After all, he was the reputation of the Syndicate.

In all honesty, the Commander didn't want to have this conversation. He wanted to twitch his tail and dismiss Grousestar like one of his fellow trainees- except, that wasn't going to work in a million years. No, Grousestar was a high-ranking cat just like him, and he had power too. Not as much as the Syndicate, though. He should already know this, due to the border skirmishes. The SkyClan leader sounded pretty emotionless in his words so far, but Halite assumed that there was a hidden layer underneath. There always was, in every cat.

"Yes, Halite, that's me. If you wish to speak, do it." Halite spoke through gritted teeth. "I'll let you do the talking first, since I assume you came to see me? Of course, if you haven't, then I'll gladly walk away from your presence."

The Cannibal
April 20th, 2017, 09:09 PM
Halite twitched at the SkyClan leader's response. He fought back his slight annoyance and forced himself to stay in a calm, disciplined, stately manner, similarly to Grousestar. If that horrendous clan cat was going to act like this, he might as well do the same, until he was offended in a way. After all, he was the reputation of the Syndicate.

In all honesty, the Commander didn't want to have this conversation. He wanted to twitch his tail and dismiss Grousestar like one of his fellow trainees- except, that wasn't going to work in a million years. No, Grousestar was a high-ranking cat just like him, and he had power too. Not as much as the Syndicate, though. He should already know this, due to the border skirmishes. The SkyClan leader sounded pretty emotionless in his words so far, but Halite assumed that there was a hidden layer underneath. There always was, in every cat.

"Yes, Halite, that's me. If you wish to speak, do it." Halite spoke through gritted teeth. "I'll let you do the talking first, since I assume you came to see me? Of course, if you haven't, then I'll gladly walk away from your presence."
With his eyes carefully trained on the other, he didn't miss that twitch, his own nose twitching as he quickly ruled the twitch as either barely stifled aggression or some form of aggravation or annoyance. Regardless of what it was, or what he thought it was, he continued on. For once in his life, he found it slightly hard to be diplomatic to this cat, he hardly seemed even interested in the matters, indifferent to the fact that his cats were killing Skyclan cats. Grousestar would not tolerate that if that wasn't already clearly evident.

Hearing the other toms words, the Skyclan leader could help his eyes narrowing out of anger, the very tone that the other cat dawned was causing his blood to boil with anger. Licking his lips, he had to swallow the strong emotion back. He wouldn't let it affect him, not right now, he would save it for a later use.
Clearing his throat, the brown tabby seemed to stand up straighter, the tip of his tail twitching.
"Right then, it has come to my attention that your Syndicate cats are provoking Skyclan patrols at the border and this has been leading to skirmishes in which Skyclan cats have died." There was a pause as Grousestar quietly recollected himself, not wanting his anger to show through.
"I will have to ask your 'Syndicate' to stand down. I have given you the benefit of the doubt since we've arrived, but my patience with the Dusk Syndicate is wearing thin and should there be no action taken to stop these border clashes, I will be forced to take action against you. Trust me, I don't wish to bring my cats to battle again, but I will not tolerate these border clashes and deaths of my cats. So either tell your cats to stop with this needless violence, or I will be forced to stop them myself."

After speaking, he would close his mouth and grit his teeth, jaw tight as he waited to hear what the Syndicate Commander would say in response. Quietly he was hoping that Halite would heed his warning and put an end to this before it had to get messy, but even the optimistic part of him saw what type of cat he was, that he couldn't give two fox dungs about what was going on with the skirmishes and that things would have to be bloody.
Well then if they think we're weak, I'll show them just the opposite.

Gusty
April 22nd, 2017, 10:52 AM
With his eyes carefully trained on the other, he didn't miss that twitch, his own nose twitching as he quickly ruled the twitch as either barely stifled aggression or some form of aggravation or annoyance. Regardless of what it was, or what he thought it was, he continued on. For once in his life, he found it slightly hard to be diplomatic to this cat, he hardly seemed even interested in the matters, indifferent to the fact that his cats were killing Skyclan cats. Grousestar would not tolerate that if that wasn't already clearly evident.

Hearing the other toms words, the Skyclan leader could help his eyes narrowing out of anger, the very tone that the other cat dawned was causing his blood to boil with anger. Licking his lips, he had to swallow the strong emotion back. He wouldn't let it affect him, not right now, he would save it for a later use.
Clearing his throat, the brown tabby seemed to stand up straighter, the tip of his tail twitching.
"Right then, it has come to my attention that your Syndicate cats are provoking Skyclan patrols at the border and this has been leading to skirmishes in which Skyclan cats have died." There was a pause as Grousestar quietly recollected himself, not wanting his anger to show through.
"I will have to ask your 'Syndicate' to stand down. I have given you the benefit of the doubt since we've arrived, but my patience with the Dusk Syndicate is wearing thin and should there be no action taken to stop these border clashes, I will be forced to take action against you. Trust me, I don't wish to bring my cats to battle again, but I will not tolerate these border clashes and deaths of my cats. So either tell your cats to stop with this needless violence, or I will be forced to stop them myself."

After speaking, he would close his mouth and grit his teeth, jaw tight as he waited to hear what the Syndicate Commander would say in response. Quietly he was hoping that Halite would heed his warning and put an end to this before it had to get messy, but even the optimistic part of him saw what type of cat he was, that he couldn't give two fox dungs about what was going on with the skirmishes and that things would have to be bloody.
Well then if they think we're weak, I'll show them just the opposite.


Halite stood calmly while the SkyClan leader spoke, but his mind was a different matter: thoughts scrambled and intertwined to form his true opinion.

[I]He's trying to be diplomatic with me. The gray tom thought sourly. Trying to make us have peace in an orderly fashion.

But peace didn't come easily without a price. The Syndicate would not give up just because Grousestar wanted them too. Things didn't work out that way. No, Halite would not give up on the border skirmishes. After all, the Syndicate gained power from it. Power that it needed- unbreakable power to become a successful, thriving community, that was feared by all.

"The Dusk Syndicate will not stop these matters," Halite replied firmly. "This is not 'unneeded violence.' This is the Syndicate's true power spreading. It is your clan's fault for joining and taking up that part of the territory. After all, you moved in after all of us. You're lucky enough that the casualties haven't been worse."

I really like how you keep bringing up the fact that SkyClan warriors are dying. I don't care about those useless rags of fur. That's not a way to convince me. He narrowed his eyes. Peace is not going to come easily.

The Cannibal
April 22nd, 2017, 02:22 PM
Halite stood calmly while the SkyClan leader spoke, but his mind was a different matter: thoughts scrambled and intertwined to form his true opinion.

[I]He's trying to be diplomatic with me. The gray tom thought sourly. Trying to make us have peace in an orderly fashion.

But peace didn't come easily without a price. The Syndicate would not give up just because Grousestar wanted them too. Things didn't work out that way. No, Halite would not give up on the border skirmishes. After all, the Syndicate gained power from it. Power that it needed- unbreakable power to become a successful, thriving community, that was feared by all.

"The Dusk Syndicate will not stop these matters," Halite replied firmly. "This is not 'unneeded violence.' This is the Syndicate's true power spreading. It is your clan's fault for joining and taking up that part of the territory. After all, you moved in after all of us. You're lucky enough that the casualties haven't been worse."

I really like how you keep bringing up the fact that SkyClan warriors are dying. I don't care about those useless rags of fur. That's not a way to convince me. He narrowed his eyes. Peace is not going to come easily.
[You're fine!]

As patiently as possible, the brown tabby waited for the other tom to reply, while the conversation was simple, it held a heavy weight for the future with it. This could mean for a big battle that could either destroy the Syndicate or leave for an advanced hatred between the two. There was a chance for peace, but the hope that that would be the answer was dwindling.

With Halite's reply, Grousestar's pupils narrowed and his jaw tightened but he said nothing, allowing the other cat to speak some more.
You're lucky the causalities haven't been worse. That's what made up his mind. Enough had been said but this was the icing on the cake. No more diplomacy, no more second chances, Halite had sealed his and the Syndicate's fate with those words.

"Right if that's how you truly feel, then you have spent your last hope.
I have tried to be kind, I have tried to give you a chance at peace but you have wasted it as a kittypet wastes a caught mouse. So be it." Turning his back to the Syndicate Commander, he would start away before turning his head, emerald eyes glittering with an anger and fierceness that no other cat has seen in him.

"If you think the Syndicate will come out unscathed, then you are poorly mistaken, you will be lucky to find it not completely destroyed. One should know not to anger the cats of the mountains."

With that being said, he would turn around and briskly disappear from sight.
It was time to prepare Skyclan for battle.

Gusty
April 23rd, 2017, 10:19 AM
[You're fine!]

As patiently as possible, the brown tabby waited for the other tom to reply, while the conversation was simple, it held a heavy weight for the future with it. This could mean for a big battle that could either destroy the Syndicate or leave for an advanced hatred between the two. There was a chance for peace, but the hope that that would be the answer was dwindling.

With Halite's reply, Grousestar's pupils narrowed and his jaw tightened but he said nothing, allowing the other cat to speak some more.
You're lucky the causalities haven't been worse. That's what made up his mind. Enough had been said but this was the icing on the cake. No more diplomacy, no more second chances, Halite had sealed his and the Syndicate's fate with those words.

"Right if that's how you truly feel, then you have spent your last hope.
I have tried to be kind, I have tried to give you a chance at peace but you have wasted it as a kittypet wastes a caught mouse. So be it." Turning his back to the Syndicate Commander, he would start away before turning his head, emerald eyes glittering with an anger and fierceness that no other cat has seen in him.

"If you think the Syndicate will come out unscathed, then you are poorly mistaken, you will be lucky to find it not completely destroyed. One should know not to anger the cats of the mountains."

With that being said, he would turn around and briskly disappear from sight.
It was time to prepare Skyclan for battle.
"Well, the Syndicate may be a lot stronger than you may assume," Halite muttered under his breath, watching Grousestar turn around and pad away. He needed to get the last word.

This was it. Like he had previously assumed, reconciliation was not possible... without some sort of great battle or ambush. Very well. The easy way was never worth following through anyways. Here we go. But then again, let's see of SkyClan is even brave enough to do anything against us.

Long after the SkyClan tom left, Halite sat in the same spot, contemplating what what he had just done and what actions he'd have to do in the future. "I made the right choice." He whispered to himself, unsheathing his claws and digging into the ground.

Random Melody
May 3rd, 2017, 06:23 PM
( Noire )
Evie trotted along beside her friends, her ears pricked, head high, looking completely confident with herself. Her fluffy fur was neatly groomed and her blue eyes shone like stars, while her gray tail flicked side to side easily. She had to admit she loved it like this, just being with her friends and being able to be evil. The Rotten Crew was her life. "Welcome to my wicked world...Wicked world!" She whispered, giggling to herself as the words left her mouth. Beside her, one of her best friends, Carlos, pricked his ears with a small smirk.

"Im rotten to the core, core, rotten to the core." He chuckled, mostly to himself. It made him smile; Singing was one of his favorite things to do, especially singing the one song that had made his life worthwhile. He was sure his friends felt the same, after all, their favorite saying was; We're Rotten to the Core. Still smiling, Carlos shook out his fur.

"So, how much trouble shall we get into today?"

"As much as possible, right guys?" Evie smirked, glancing over at Mallory and Jay with a bright smile as they neared the border. Carlos flicked an ear, rolling his shoulders slightly, but he said nothing, enjoying the moment.

Brilliance
May 3rd, 2017, 07:46 PM
( Noire )
Evie trotted along beside her friends, her ears pricked, head high, looking completely confident with herself. Her fluffy fur was neatly groomed and her blue eyes shone like stars, while her gray tail flicked side to side easily. She had to admit she loved it like this, just being with her friends and being able to be evil. The Rotten Crew was her life. "Welcome to my wicked world...Wicked world!" She whispered, giggling to herself as the words left her mouth. Beside her, one of her best friends, Carlos, pricked his ears with a small smirk.

"Im rotten to the core, core, rotten to the core." He chuckled, mostly to himself. It made him smile; Singing was one of his favorite things to do, especially singing the one song that had made his life worthwhile. He was sure his friends felt the same, after all, their favorite saying was; We're Rotten to the Core. Still smiling, Carlos shook out his fur.

"So, how much trouble shall we get into today?"

"As much as possible, right guys?" Evie smirked, glancing over at Mallory and Jay with a bright smile as they neared the border. Carlos flicked an ear, rolling his shoulders slightly, but he said nothing, enjoying the moment.

Jay started to scan the perimeter, pricking his ears for any sounds of a skyclan cat. So far he hadn't heard any, and his ears pinned. ''Shouldn't they be patrolling their border at this time?'' He asked, more to himself than the others, but Mallory pinched in.

She had shrugged, ''They'll be coming.'' She tells him, and Jay began to run around, sniffing out the trouble. Mallory stayed put. In fact, she laid down, sunning herself on the spot. She had enough patience to wait for her enemies. ''Maybe if I run on their side of the border, they'll come quick enough.'' Jay suggested, and without waiting for an answer from his friends, he began jumping onto their border, running around their spacious area for a little bit, and feeling their soft grass. It was no different from the Dusk Syndicate, but to him, it was worthwhile.

''You look like an idiot.'' Mallory remarked at seeing one of her friends hop around the other territory. She delicately lifted one paw to began grooming it--something she did out of boredom as she waited for trouble to brew. And, not long after trouble did start to come. She pricked her ears at seeing an oncoming party of three cats. One black, one mixed tabby, and the other a pale gold. She hissed at Jay to make his way back over, but the tom paid no heed to her.

''Who are you!'' The pale gold tom spoke. Older than them all, and looked as if he held a higher power. The only female, a small black she-cat stared at them with narrowed eyes. ''I spoke, son! You shouldn't be on our territory!''

''Oh?'' Jay said, feigning innocence. ''I didn't know this was your territory.''

''Yes. This is skyclan's territory.'' This time the mixed tabby spoke. He held a calm gaze as he looked at the four younger cats. ''Please leave, if you're thinking of causing trouble-''

''It's a free world.'' Jay says, and he padded up to them, not scared at all. He circled around the black she cat, much to her dismay, rubbing his pelt against hers briefly. ''I think I can do whatever I want!''

''Not in this part you can't.'' The black she cat spoke. ''And, we asked kindly.''

''Maybe, I don't like to be told kindly.'' The brownish black tom replied, and held the green gaze of the black she cat. He loved a challenge, and he felt a purr erupting from his throat. ''Anything else, sweet?'' He replied, grinning, and showing his sharp white teeth. Mallory rolled her eyes, and got up to pad after Jay.

''My apologies that...''She trailed off thinking, but instead of finishing, she sauntered up to the calming gaze of the mixed tabby, and suddenly kicked dirt into his face, making him yowl and sneeze. Then she ran, flicking her tail across the border for Jay to follow. She gaze a silent look towards Carlos and Evie, giving them a smile of mischief.

''Hey!'' The black she cat growls. ''What is wrong with you!?'' Since she were close to the mixed tabby, dirt had gotten into her eyes, blinding her for a second as she repeatedly blinked them.

Mallory purred, and sang, ''We're rotten to the core, core, rotten to the core.''

Random Melody
May 3rd, 2017, 07:59 PM
Jay started to scan the perimeter, pricking his ears for any sounds of a skyclan cat. So far he hadn't heard any, and his ears pinned. ''Shouldn't they be patrolling their border at this time?'' He asked, more to himself than the others, but Mallory pinched in.

She had shrugged, ''They'll be coming.'' She tells him, and Jay began to run around, sniffing out the trouble. Mallory stayed put. In fact, she laid down, sunning herself on the spot. She had enough patience to wait for her enemies. ''Maybe if I run on their side of the border, they'll come quick enough.'' Jay suggested, and without waiting for an answer from his friends, he began jumping onto their border, running around their spacious area for a little bit, and feeling their soft grass. It was no different from the Dusk Syndicate, but to him, it was worthwhile.

''You look like an idiot.'' Mallory remarked at seeing one of her friends hop around the other territory. She delicately lifted one paw to began grooming it--something she did out of boredom as she waited for trouble to brew. And, not long after trouble did start to come. She pricked her ears at seeing an oncoming party of three cats. One black, one mixed tabby, and the other a pale gold. She hissed at Jay to make his way back over, but the tom paid no heed to her.

''Who are you!'' The pale gold tom spoke. Older than them all, and looked as if he held a higher power. The only female, a small black she-cat stared at them with narrowed eyes. ''I spoke, son! You shouldn't be on our territory!''

''Oh?'' Jay said, feigning innocence. ''I didn't know this was your territory.''

''Yes. This is skyclan's territory.'' This time the mixed tabby spoke. He held a calm gaze as he looked at the four younger cats. ''Please leave, if you're thinking of causing trouble-''

''It's a free world.'' Jay says, and he padded up to them, not scared at all. He circled around the black she cat, much to her dismay, rubbing his pelt against hers briefly. ''I think I can do whatever I want!''

''Not in this part you can't.'' The black she cat spoke. ''And, we asked kindly.''

''Maybe, I don't like to be told kindly.'' The brownish black tom replied, and held the green gaze of the black she cat. He loved a challenge, and he felt a purr erupting from his throat. ''Anything else, sweet?'' He replied, grinning, and showing his sharp white teeth. Mallory rolled her eyes, and got up to pad after Jay.

''My apologies that...''She trailed off thinking, but instead of finishing, she sauntered up to the calming gaze of the mixed tabby, and suddenly kicked dirt into his face, making him yowl and sneeze. Then she ran, flicking her tail across the border for Jay to follow. She gaze a silent look towards Carlos and Evie, giving them a smile of mischief.

''Hey!'' The black she cat growls. ''What is wrong with you!?'' Since she were close to the mixed tabby, dirt had gotten into her eyes, blinding her for a second as she repeatedly blinked them.

Mallory purred, and sang, ''We're rotten to the core, core, rotten to the core.''

"Ooh." Evie's eyes twinkled as she watched the patrol near, amusement sparkling in her blue eyes as she nudged Carlos. "Jay's gonna get into trouble." Carlos nodded in agreement, and Evie turned back to watch when Mallory crossed the border. She couldnt help but laugh, amused as she watched how uneasy the cats seemed, obviously outnumbered, and when Mallory began to sing their song, Evie couldnt help but join in.

"Rotten to the core, core, who could ask for more?"

"Im nothing like the cat next, like the cat next door." Carlos murmured with a grin, glancing at his friends, but he didnt move, waiting for someone else to come forward again, then he would have a go at taunting the SkyClan cats.

On cue, Evie sauntered up to the border after Mallory and Jay had made their way back to them, and batted her eyelashes flirtily at the Toms as she curled her tail up with a purr. "So im a misfit, so im a flirt." She crossed into the border without fear, brushing her pelt against the golden Tom's as she weaved around him. "I broke your heart? I made ya hurt?"

"The past is past." Carlos sang tauntingly, padding forward to her side. The two exchanged glances before Carlos stretched lazily, allowing his front paws to slide past the border. "Forgive, forget. The truth is.."

"You aint seen nothin' yet!" Evie shouldered past the Tom's, flicking her tail under the black she-cats chin before racing past Carlos and bouncing over to Mal. "Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world!"

Carlos laughed briefly and whirled around, making sure he kicked up enough dust around the SkyClan cats before padding calmly after his friend, a smirk on his face. The usually anxious, thoughtful Tom was showing his bad side, his rotten side.

Brilliance
May 3rd, 2017, 08:28 PM
"Ooh." Evie's eyes twinkled as she watched the patrol near, amusement sparkling in her blue eyes as she nudged Carlos. "Jay's gonna get into trouble." Carlos nodded in agreement, and Evie turned back to watch when Mallory crossed the border. She couldnt help but laugh, amused as she watched how uneasy the cats seemed, obviously outnumbered, and when Mallory began to sing their song, Evie couldnt help but join in.

"Rotten to the core, core, who could ask for more?"

"Im nothing like the cat next, like the cat next door." Carlos murmured with a grin, glancing at his friends, but he didnt move, waiting for someone else to come forward again, then he would have a go at taunting the SkyClan cats.

On cue, Evie sauntered up to the border after Mallory and Jay had made their way back to them, and batted her eyelashes flirtily at the Toms as she curled her tail up with a purr. "So im a misfit, so im a flirt." She crossed into the border without fear, brushing her pelt against the golden Tom's as she weaved around him. "I broke your heart? I made ya hurt?"

"The past is past." Carlos sang tauntingly, padding forward to her side. The two exchanged glances before Carlos stretched lazily, allowing his front paws to slide past the border. "Forgive, forget. The truth is.."

"You aint seen nothin' yet!" Evie shouldered past the Tom's, flicking her tail under the black she-cats chin before racing past Carlos and bouncing over to Mal. "Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world!"

Carlos laughed briefly and whirled around, making sure he kicked up enough dust around the SkyClan cats before padding calmly after his friend, a smirk on his face. The usually anxious, thoughtful Tom was showing his bad side, his rotten side.

The tom that Evie curled herself around, gave a shuddering move as he felt her. The fact that her scent could rub upon him, frieghtened him. And, the fact that the tom did not like the dusk syndicate. He knew those cats were dangerous..and these four...were annoying to the core. Forget rotten. They were annoying!

''Get away from me!'' He batted at her kittish acts, trying to be loose of her scent, trailing among him.

''Don't you have anything better to do than mess with us?''The black she cat growled once more as the other one kicked more dust into her eyes. She got into a crouching state, beyond annoyed. ''Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you all apart!''

The mixed tabby was too confused to say anything as he closed his eyes, embracing himself for more attacks.

''Good job guys!'' Mallory jumped up once more, fluffing her bluish grey pelt. At the black she cat's threat, Mallory took a couple steps forward, ready to attack if need be. ''Who's the baddest of them all?'' She sang, lowly, slowly, and making sure every word struck into the black she cat's heart. ''Welcome to this wicked world. My wicked world!'' She says, and puts power into her hind legs, and jumps onto the black she cat knocking her over. Then quickly hopped over, and pulled at the tail of the older pale gold tom, hearing him yelp before she made her way back over to Carlos.

The mixed colored tom opened his eyes, and slightly he backed away, gulping. Jay padded forward, looking at the black she cat, who gained her strength. Surprisingly to him, she pounced, hoping it was at Mallory, but instead she managed to pin down the black brownish tom, tussling with him. Jay blinked up at her, winking. ''Hey, you should give me a yowl sometime.'' He says before flipping her over in an easy move. She landed below him with a grunt, all fight out. The tom jumped off her, flaring his nostrils. More so out of excitement than anger. ''I'm rotten to the core, core, I'm rotten to the core-- Who could ask for more?'' He sent a charming smile, feeling that they won their victory.

However, they did not. The black she-cat hid herself behind the older pale gold one, and he took a step closer to them. ''You are a band of misfit kits! You oughta be a shame of yourself of how you treat other cats--even if we're from different clans!'' He seethed, lashing his tail in anger.

Mallory paid no heed,and she padded forward until she was next to Jay, who towered over her. Jay stared amusingly at the pale gold tom, and he called over to Evie. ''You might want to handle your wannabe tough boyfriend over here!'' He called, laughing.

Mallory only shook her head, but she didn't say anything. The evil could be shown in her eyes. And, she liked that very much.

Brilliance
May 7th, 2017, 11:35 PM
Liquoris

A black tom trotted aimlessly around, not noticing that where he walked was between the borders of Skyclan and the Dusk Syndicate. It did not occur to his knowledge that clan cats existed, let alone lived in groups. The tom happily made his way, passing around, humming a soft tune. Once he has been a house cat. Following around his house folks and basking in their affection for him. However, he has to leave. Overhearing the chirping of his house folk that he had an upcoming appointment to go to the cutter. The cutter! The tom shuddered at the thought. The cutter would had not made him into a full tom. It would had made him weak, prone to more affection, and highly lazy.

Romeo didn't want that if he were being honest. He would had most likely stayed if there was no talk of visiting the cutter. The tom took pride in what he had, and there was definitely no way he'd ever allow anyone to rip apart a piece of him. So, now he walked alone, padding far into the unknown forest. His neck felt free from the old collar that clung to him. He felt alive that the itchy thing was off.

"Where am I?" He voiced to himself, not seeing anyone around. However he did smell quite a lot of different scents, lingering together and mixing into one. He stopped in his tracks to observe his surroundings. The tom twitched his nose, sitting down on his haunches as he were confused of what to do any longer. "How far did I venture off to? Oh, Romeo you have your head lost in the clouds again!" The black tom shook his head, but stayed in the middle of the border, looking into both distances from left to right, and pondering on where he should go off to next.

Teza
May 7th, 2017, 11:48 PM
Liquoris

A black tom trotted aimlessly around, not noticing that where he walked was between the borders of Skyclan and the Dusk Syndicate. It did not occur to his knowledge that clan cats existed, let alone lived in groups. The tom happily made his way, passing around, humming a soft tune. Once he has been a house cat. Following around his house folks and basking in their affection for him. However, he has to leave. Overhearing the chirping of his house folk that he had an upcoming appointment to go to the cutter. The cutter! The tom shuddered at the thought. The cutter would had not made him into a full tom. It would had made him weak, prone to more affection, and highly lazy.

Romeo didn't want that if he were being honest. He would had most likely stayed if there was no talk of visiting the cutter. The tom took pride in what he had, and there was definitely no way he'd ever allow anyone to rip apart a piece of him. So, now he walked alone, padding far into the unknown forest. His neck felt free from the old collar that clung to him. He felt alive that the itchy thing was off.

"Where am I?" He voiced to himself, not seeing anyone around. However he did smell quite a lot of different scents, lingering together and mixing into one. He stopped in his tracks to observe his surroundings. The tom twitched his nose, sitting down on his haunches as he were confused of what to do any longer. "How far did I venture off to? Oh, Romeo you have your head lost in the clouds again!" The black tom shook his head, but stayed in the middle of the border, looking into both distances from left to right, and pondering on where he should go off to next.

((Hey look im still up even though I should be in bed xD))

Blood-like amber eyes peered out of the tall grass, watching the black tom walk between the border with Skyckan. Those mouse-brained clan cats... They had no rivet to attack the Dusk Syndicate... Even if they did, Mischa would never believe it. She shook her white head free of the past, no matter how recent it had been. "Far from home, are we handsome?" she asked without revealing herself. The molly then snack around him and spoke again, making it seem like there were more than one of her. "Shouldn't you be with your owners, kittypet?"

Brilliance
May 8th, 2017, 12:48 AM
((Hey look im still up even though I should be in bed xD))

Blood-like amber eyes peered out of the tall grass, watching the black tom walk between the border with Skyckan. Those mouse-brained clan cats... They had no rivet to attack the Dusk Syndicate... Even if they did, Mischa would never believe it. She shook her white head free of the past, no matter how recent it had been. "Far from home, are we handsome?" she asked without revealing herself. The molly then snack around him and spoke again, making it seem like there were more than one of her. "Shouldn't you be with your owners, kittypet?"

{Going to bed is an exaggeration! This is why we should all stay up! Cheers to all nighters!}

Romeo got up, slightly ruffling up his pelt as he looked around once more. Which way would be the easiet to travel? He thought about following the sun, or contemplating to follow the North Star in the night. Whichever might lead him where he belonged. At the moment, he was nothing more but a wandering rogue. A voice sounded from somewhere. Somewhere where he could not pinpoint. His whiskers quivered. What if it were those feral cats his old friends spoke of? The ones that usually tore others apart for a scrap of meat?

"Ay, me?" He speaks, his voice deep and loud as he scanned the area. Where was this voice coming from? Who was it speaking? From the sound of it, the tom knew it was a female, but where could she be coming from? It sounded like she was everywhere...lurking around...watching him. That frustrated a tom, and with a lash of his tail, he spoke, "Come out! Be peace with me!" He calls. "I have not come to fight." He adds, quickly. Especially if it were a female. The tom never saw himself as hurting a delicate female. Those little flowers needed to be taken care of and cherished to extreme measures.

NightWarrior4Life
May 8th, 2017, 02:08 AM
starfall
(We'll just finish it up here cause my cats haven't done any fighting this entire battle.)
Dash turned to see the source of the noise however, he turned too late and the apprentice bowled him over like a kit playing with a ball of moss. "Flea-brained apprentice! Can't you see I am much larger than you, and frankly stronger. What's a kitty like you doing out here on your own anyway? Oh, I'm sorry, did one of my cats kill your mentor?" He spat mockingly "Boohoo...bet your parents are dead too you mangy-" Dash choked and spluttered as Hummingpaw batted his throat with his paw. "Furball!" He managed to finish his sentence through coughs and wheezes. "Stupid Flea-brain!" Unsheathing his claws, Dash growled and snarled, sneering every insult he could at the small SkyClan cat to throw off his concentration.

Teza
May 8th, 2017, 08:30 AM
{Going to bed is an exaggeration! This is why we should all stay up! Cheers to all nighters!}

Romeo got up, slightly ruffling up his pelt as he looked around once more. Which way would be the easiet to travel? He thought about following the sun, or contemplating to follow the North Star in the night. Whichever might lead him where he belonged. At the moment, he was nothing more but a wandering rogue. A voice sounded from somewhere. Somewhere where he could not pinpoint. His whiskers quivered. What if it were those feral cats his old friends spoke of? The ones that usually tore others apart for a scrap of meat?

"Ay, me?" He speaks, his voice deep and loud as he scanned the area. Where was this voice coming from? Who was it speaking? From the sound of it, the tom knew it was a female, but where could she be coming from? It sounded like she was everywhere...lurking around...watching him. That frustrated a tom, and with a lash of his tail, he spoke, "Come out! Be peace with me!" He calls. "I have not come to fight." He adds, quickly. Especially if it were a female. The tom never saw himself as hurting a delicate female. Those little flowers needed to be taken care of and cherished to extreme measures.

Mischa saw no harm in showing herself, so she, seeming to materialize, walked out of the tall grass on the Dusk Syndicate side of the border. Her long white tail swooshed to her side as she sat down seductively, smiling at the tom with her eyes appearing to have a bloody hue to their amber color. Her only imperfection, her eats, perked up to allow the tom to see the one thing Mischa was most proud of. The tips of her ears were solid black, which Mischa considered her greatest perfection. It made her stand out from a sea of white cats, that was for sure.
"You may not have come for a fight, but after recent events between the Dusk Syndicate and Skyckan I am itching fore one, so exokain to me why I shouldn't rip you to absolute shreds," she said. "Besides your obvious good looks."

ChameweonRainbow
May 8th, 2017, 09:16 AM
Neverfalter slowly drifted back to consciousness; his whole body ached and the wounds fresh from the battle of Retribution still pulsed angrily, blood slowly oozing from the worse of the wounds. He was covered in scratches and tufts of fur had gone missing, but those were nothing compared to the gash along his back from when he had landed sharply on a rock. The injured tom gingerly tested his limbs to find that he was not paralyzed as he had feared but his back still felt tingly and sparks of pain arched across his upper back as he shakily stood up. Walking slowly out from the bush he had collapsed in noticed that he was just inside the syndicate border and he looked around at the bloodstained ground from the horrible battle that had taken place merely hours before. The stench of death and blood rose steadily from the earth like some evil fog hoping to suffocate all those near. Neverfalter looked around dazedly for a while before the horrors of the battle came rushing back to him full force and he gagged as the memories of pain and the harsh fighting raged through him. Losing the contents of his stomach the three-legged tom gagged and dry heaved for a little while before sitting down his whole body shaking with tears in his eyes.
He wasn’t cut out for this, he always had hoped he could be a proper warrior but now he knew it just wasn’t in him. Neverfalter was not meant for the life of a warrior and the battles that came with it. He thought back to his brand new apprentice Gorsepaw, what would he say to her? What could he say to the clan? That he was unable to fight another cat or properly defend his home? No.. he couldn’t. They would kick him out! But, he had to go back and tell them anyway… No matter what fears clawed at him he would not hide this from his clan and his leader. He would go to Grousestar and tell him that he was deciding to leave the clan before he got somebody hurt because of his uselessness as a warrior and protector of the clan. It broke his heart to leave the only home he had ever known, but if he couldn’t be a useful member of the clan he might as well not be part of the clan at all. He could go somewhere else. “The outskirts could work.”he thought grimly. Tears filled his blue and green eyes and he padded slowly back towards his clan.

Brilliance
May 8th, 2017, 11:24 AM
Mischa saw no harm in showing herself, so she, seeming to materialize, walked out of the tall grass on the Dusk Syndicate side of the border. Her long white tail swooshed to her side as she sat down seductively, smiling at the tom with her eyes appearing to have a bloody hue to their amber color. Her only imperfection, her eats, perked up to allow the tom to see the one thing Mischa was most proud of. The tips of her ears were solid black, which Mischa considered her greatest perfection. It made her stand out from a sea of white cats, that was for sure.
"You may not have come for a fight, but after recent events between the Dusk Syndicate and Skyckan I am itching fore one, so exokain to me why I shouldn't rip you to absolute shreds," she said. "Besides your obvious good looks."

The tom green eyes landed on a white feline. Definitely unique. His eyes roamed over her sleek white fur up to the black tip of her ears. At first he stood shell shocked, scared of her words. Did she really mean what she said? Did she really mean that she would tear him apart? The tom took a couple steps back, gulping but he refused to show his frightened state. With a gentle sway of his tail, he mewed as calmly as possible, "If one comes in peace, does another must cause harm?" He sits on his haunches, his tail wrapped limply around him, as he stared in her Amber eyes. What pretty eyes she had. Flecks of red in them as well? That was something new. Never had he seen such a cat with colored hues as the she cat in front of him. Feisty, she seemed. Wishing to fight, which he had no heed to do. The tom was considered a patient one, but no doubt his whiskers quivered, and if one came closely, they could make out the shivering patterns of the black tom. "Why must a delicate flower--such a pretty one, walking with the night sky and bringing light when the moon is arise. Why must the sun be such a temper? A pretty feline as yourself should be as gentle as a flower." the tom, to prove his bravery stared at her odd colored eyes, hoping to remain calm. It was quite a weird way of him flirting, talking of nonsense instead of getting straight to the point. The tom considered himself a poetic one, something that females liked. The only thing he hoped was that he could smooth this molly's rough edges.

Teza
May 16th, 2017, 06:26 PM
The tom green eyes landed on a white feline. Definitely unique. His eyes roamed over her sleek white fur up to the black tip of her ears. At first he stood shell shocked, scared of her words. Did she really mean what she said? Did she really mean that she would tear him apart? The tom took a couple steps back, gulping but he refused to show his frightened state. With a gentle sway of his tail, he mewed as calmly as possible, "If one comes in peace, does another must cause harm?" He sits on his haunches, his tail wrapped limply around him, as he stared in her Amber eyes. What pretty eyes she had. Flecks of red in them as well? That was something new. Never had he seen such a cat with colored hues as the she cat in front of him. Feisty, she seemed. Wishing to fight, which he had no heed to do. The tom was considered a patient one, but no doubt his whiskers quivered, and if one came closely, they could make out the shivering patterns of the black tom. "Why must a delicate flower--such a pretty one, walking with the night sky and bringing light when the moon is arise. Why must the sun be such a temper? A pretty feline as yourself should be as gentle as a flower." the tom, to prove his bravery stared at her odd colored eyes, hoping to remain calm. It was quite a weird way of him flirting, talking of nonsense instead of getting straight to the point. The tom considered himself a poetic one, something that females liked. The only thing he hoped was that he could smooth this molly's rough edges.

The she-cat simply stared at him, bewildered. Did he just insult her or was he trying to compliment her? She didn't know which, and decided to take it as both. "Alright, poem-tom, enough games," she said with a smirk. "Maybe I wasn't clear. By fight, I mean something else. Something that a tom such as yourself will absolutely love." She flicked her tail in slight impatience and padded up to him slowly. She would not let this handsome tom get away from her. That was for sure.

Brilliance
May 16th, 2017, 09:34 PM
The she-cat simply stared at him, bewildered. Did he just insult her or was he trying to compliment her? She didn't know which, and decided to take it as both. "Alright, poem-tom, enough games," she said with a smirk. "Maybe I wasn't clear. By fight, I mean something else. Something that a tom such as yourself will absolutely love." She flicked her tail in slight impatience and padded up to him slowly. She would not let this handsome tom get away from her. That was for sure.

The black felt his whiskers quivered as she approached him, He tilted his head slightly at her movements, but his eyes never left hers. What was she up to exactly? Romeo opened his mouth, but then closed it, looking away for a second. As he got his confidence back, he said, ''Fight? Have you not just told me that you will rip me to shreds?'' His voice faltered a bit. The tom did not want to appear scared of the she cat in front of him, but judging based on her looks, she would know the forest well. She would understand the troubles that he didn't. ''Why would I absolutely love that you would shred me to pieces?'' He asked once more, not truly apprehending what she was saying, and how desperately he wanted to. Romeo lifted his head, hoping to straighten out his posture and appear taller to display that he held not fright of her. He didn't know her intentions, but for some odd reason he felt excitement welling through him.

Teza
May 16th, 2017, 09:45 PM
The black felt his whiskers quivered as she approached him, He tilted his head slightly at her movements, but his eyes never left hers. What was she up to exactly? Romeo opened his mouth, but then closed it, looking away for a second. As he got his confidence back, he said, ''Fight? Have you not just told me that you will rip me to shreds?'' His voice faltered a bit. The tom did not want to appear scared of the she cat in front of him, but judging based on her looks, she would know the forest well. She would understand the troubles that he didn't. ''Why would I absolutely love that you would shred me to pieces?'' He asked once more, not truly apprehending what she was saying, and how desperately he wanted to. Romeo lifted his head, hoping to straighten out his posture and appear taller to display that he held not fright of her. He didn't know her intentions, but for some odd reason he felt excitement welling through him.

Mischa walked around the handsome tom, sizing him up. "You are much too fat to be a clan cat, a loner, or a rogue, and I would know you if you were of Dusk Syndicate. You belong to the Upwalkers don't you? A kittypet as the clanners say," she said softly, yet her voice was full of power. She knew who she was. She was the sister of Hannibal, the cannibal cat of the Dusk Syndicate. Nothing could truly hurt her. "What is a kittypet like you doing out here?"

Brilliance
May 16th, 2017, 10:41 PM
Mischa walked around the handsome tom, sizing him up. "You are much too fat to be a clan cat, a loner, or a rogue, and I would know you if you were of Dusk Syndicate. You belong to the Upwalkers don't you? A kittypet as the clanners say," she said softly, yet her voice was full of power. She knew who she was. She was the sister of Hannibal, the cannibal cat of the Dusk Syndicate. Nothing could truly hurt her. "What is a kittypet like you doing out here?"

''Fat!'' Romeo growled, unknowingly. Did she just...insult him? Calling him fat? Romeo realized what he was doing, so he picked himself up, breathing softly. He was a gentle cat. He was a lover. Not a fighter. ''I prefer the term well-fed.'' He tells her, chuckling slightly to rid the awkward aggression. Romeo nodded towards her,and quickly added, ''I don't belong to anyone, love. Quite a passion to be on my own.'' He tells her, watching her movements, and he twitched his ears at her voice. What was this about clanners? The Dusk-what? Romeo was quite confused, and he figured that the forest had a whole system set up against his knowledge. He wondered if they were more civil than he realized. ''Purely roaming around, and seeing where my paws will land me.'' He answers her, scrunching his nose. He ignored the fact that she called him a kittypet. The past was behind him, but he wasn't ashamed of where he came from. His housefolk had been the best. He chose to leave to avoid the cutter. He chose to escape and see freedom. Only freedom lead him here. ''What is this that you speak of that I know nothing of?'' He asked her, squinting his eyes and tilting his head. The tom was truly baffled.

monfang
May 19th, 2017, 12:43 PM
{ Duskflight Raine }

Onyx padded out, smiling. He was actually happy. Him and Ajax had confessed their love only yesterday and he was happy that he finally did. He didn't want to lose Ajax. Nor Lilith. He breathed at the thought and looked around, trying to find prey. But that was not the scent that reached his nostrils. The scent of death and he knew exactly who it was, and he stopped walking, stopped moving, pinpointing the scent to his left and he turned, searching through the darkness for the gaze of hell. His icy orbs flickered, narrowing slightly as he searched. "Come out, I know you're there. Your scent can't pass my nose..." he said darkly, tail flicking. "Hannibal." his eyes widened and his pupils narrowed at the name. He didn't fear the tom like everyone did and he could even stare into the eyes of the tom without faltering. Hannibal was stoic, so there was nothing interesting in his gaze. Why did people fear it so much? Onyx would soon learn. He looked around, then sat down, gingerly licking a paw in boredom. Onyx had been healing from the recent SkyClan attack, and his wounds were pretty healed, but he still was a bit pained. It wasn't typical for him to be beat in a battle, let alone by his own son.

The Cannibal
May 19th, 2017, 01:01 PM
{ Duskflight Raine }

Onyx padded out, smiling. He was actually happy. Him and Ajax had confessed their love only yesterday and he was happy that he finally did. He didn't want to lose Ajax. Nor Lilith. He breathed at the thought and looked around, trying to find prey. But that was not the scent that reached his nostrils. The scent of death and he knew exactly who it was, and he stopped walking, stopped moving, pinpointing the scent to his left and he turned, searching through the darkness for the gaze of hell. His icy orbs flickered, narrowing slightly as he searched. "Come out, I know you're there. Your scent can't pass my nose..." he said darkly, tail flicking. "Hannibal." his eyes widened and his pupils narrowed at the name. He didn't fear the tom like everyone did and he could even stare into the eyes of the tom without faltering. Hannibal was stoic, so there was nothing interesting in his gaze. Why did people fear it so much? Onyx would soon learn. He looked around, then sat down, gingerly licking a paw in boredom. Onyx had been healing from the recent SkyClan attack, and his wounds were pretty healed, but he still was a bit pained. It wasn't typical for him to be beat in a battle, let alone by his own son.
It was truly like any other day for Hannibal, nothing out of the ordinary in his schedule, he had eaten this morning and then headed out for his walk through the territory and was settling into a bush to wait for some unfortunate passerby. He knew the Syndicate was weak, especially after that battle with Skyclan. Perhaps he could start picking off more of it's cats. He wasn't overly fond of the Syndicate and wouldn't be upset to see it crumble at it's base. In fact, the tom would admit that he had killed several of his Syndicate comrades during the battle, not that anyone would ever know aside from him. He had plans. In fact, he was planning on visiting each of the clans soon, test his boundaries, see who was tolerable and who wouldn't welcome him, gather information. But I digress, his future plans are not currently on his mind, in fact, a familiar scent was hitting his nostrils, causing his ears to perk slightly as he heard Onyx's voice. Now that is one he hasn't heard in quite some time. Not since the two of them went to Skyclan's new territory when they first arrived. Hannibal made a deliberate choice to leave the black cat there to die in the territory, but unfortunately enough it had appeared that Onyx didn't die of his wounds and now the relationship between them was strained. Well, really, the word strained is a loose term. Hannibal would expect that the Oriental is ready to attack him at any given moment. It doesn't phase him, not in the slightest, plenty of cats wish for his death, it simply doesn't matter to Hannibal.
Regardless, the dark tom stood and exited his hiding place, his face as expressionless as usual, those fiery orbs focused solely on the Oriental before him.
"Fancy I should see you here Onyx. I haven't spoken with you in a very long time." His gaze slowly traveled over the other tom's frame before focusing back on the icy gaze of the other. "Did you fair well in the battle with Skyclan? It appears you've sustained some wounds."
As was custom with Hannibal, his coat was clean, free of any wounds, and any blood, as clean and as well kept as usual. Slowly, the middle-aged warrior would sit down and curl his tail neatly over his paws.
This should make for an interesting conversation.

monfang
May 19th, 2017, 02:40 PM
It was truly like any other day for Hannibal, nothing out of the ordinary in his schedule, he had eaten this morning and then headed out for his walk through the territory and was settling into a bush to wait for some unfortunate passerby. He knew the Syndicate was weak, especially after that battle with Skyclan. Perhaps he could start picking off more of it's cats. He wasn't overly fond of the Syndicate and wouldn't be upset to see it crumble at it's base. In fact, the tom would admit that he had killed several of his Syndicate comrades during the battle, not that anyone would ever know aside from him. He had plans. In fact, he was planning on visiting each of the clans soon, test his boundaries, see who was tolerable and who wouldn't welcome him, gather information. But I digress, his future plans are not currently on his mind, in fact, a familiar scent was hitting his nostrils, causing his ears to perk slightly as he heard Onyx's voice. Now that is one he hasn't heard in quite some time. Not since the two of them went to Skyclan's new territory when they first arrived. Hannibal made a deliberate choice to leave the black cat there to die in the territory, but unfortunately enough it had appeared that Onyx didn't die of his wounds and now the relationship between them was strained. Well, really, the word strained is a loose term. Hannibal would expect that the Oriental is ready to attack him at any given moment. It doesn't phase him, not in the slightest, plenty of cats wish for his death, it simply doesn't matter to Hannibal.
Regardless, the dark tom stood and exited his hiding place, his face as expressionless as usual, those fiery orbs focused solely on the Oriental before him.
"Fancy I should see you here Onyx. I haven't spoken with you in a very long time." His gaze slowly traveled over the other tom's frame before focusing back on the icy gaze of the other. "Did you fair well in the battle with Skyclan? It appears you've sustained some wounds."
As was custom with Hannibal, his coat was clean, free of any wounds, and any blood, as clean and as well kept as usual. Slowly, the middle-aged warrior would sit down and curl his tail neatly over his paws.
This should make for an interesting conversation.
"Ah yes, a while. After you left me for dead in SkyClan." he said, his pupils narrowing at Hannibal. He had a grudge against him for that one mistake that costed him the biggest victory he could have ever accomplished. He then lifted his head up, looking at Hannibal, dead in the eyes. Nothing. No emotion like always. All well, he didn't need none. He licked his paw, looking away from him, as if trying to avoid his gaze however he wasn't. "Well, Hannibal. Did you even fight in it? To be frank..." he brushed his paw, and then placed it down, looking at the ground. Hannibal to his left. "...Betraying your home could be, of how would you put it.... Rude?" he said, looking back at him. Oh how he hated the tom, how he wished to rip those eyes from his head, murder him in cold blood, but he dared not make a move. Might as well get him to act first. Be rude. "Well you are weak, so it's no wonder you might have tried to avoid the fight, while we were strong and risked out lives. Some of us giving out lives." he said, tail lashing unknowingly behind him. He didn't want to seem angry however he was. He hated Hannibal with a burning passion, and he couldn't help but to let it show, even just a little.

{ Duskflight bump? i take it you've had a busy weekend? }

The Cannibal
May 23rd, 2017, 02:20 PM
"Ah yes, a while. After you left me for dead in SkyClan." he said, his pupils narrowing at Hannibal. He had a grudge against him for that one mistake that costed him the biggest victory he could have ever accomplished. He then lifted his head up, looking at Hannibal, dead in the eyes. Nothing. No emotion like always. All well, he didn't need none. He licked his paw, looking away from him, as if trying to avoid his gaze however he wasn't. "Well, Hannibal. Did you even fight in it? To be frank..." he brushed his paw, and then placed it down, looking at the ground. Hannibal to his left. "...Betraying your home could be, of how would you put it.... Rude?" he said, looking back at him. Oh how he hated the tom, how he wished to rip those eyes from his head, murder him in cold blood, but he dared not make a move. Might as well get him to act first. Be rude. "Well you are weak, so it's no wonder you might have tried to avoid the fight, while we were strong and risked out lives. Some of us giving out lives." he said, tail lashing unknowingly behind him. He didn't want to seem angry however he was. He hated Hannibal with a burning passion, and he couldn't help but to let it show, even just a little.

{ Duskflight bump? i take it you've had a busy weekend? }
{Very busy and very tiring, I apologize x.x}

"Yes indeed." The tom meowed simply enough, continuing to fix his harsh stare upon the tom before him. He knew full well what he did and he knew full well that Onyx knew as well. He wasn't ashamed of his choice and he isn't scared of what the Oriental wished. It simply just didn't matter to Hannibal.
"I did fight in it, however it appears I'm better at keeping my pelt clean than you are. So I believe you are falsely informed of my whereabouts during the time of the battle and my opinion of the Syndicate. I'm not quite sure where you're getting the idea that I somehow betrayed the Syndicate in any sort of way, simply because I'm better at holding my own in a fight as opposed to you." His tone was simple, rather matter-of-fact, not at all appearing rude, mean, or anything else. Stating a fact is what he was doing, or rather a hypothesis, an observation. The thing with Hannibal was that you couldn't make him mad. It was quite literally impossible to do such a thing.
"I believe you have the definition of 'weak' confused with something else.
Those who are unable to fend for themselves in battle are weak, those who die are weak and those who allow themselves to be injured by a clan cat are weak. Not only that, but it appears you're misinformed again. I did not avoid the battle, I was in it, taking the lives of several cats and letting their blood stain the clearing while alternatively being able to leave without much of a scratch. I believe, since the antonym of weak is strong, that I am, by definition, strong. And, if you don't mind my saying, am stronger than you.
Truly I hope you take no offense to that."
As Hannibal finished speaking, his tail flicked lightly, allowing the sunlight to glint off of his unsheathed claws, his orange-red eyes focused still on Onyx.

monfang
May 23rd, 2017, 10:06 PM
{Very busy and very tiring, I apologize x.x}

"Yes indeed." The tom meowed simply enough, continuing to fix his harsh stare upon the tom before him. He knew full well what he did and he knew full well that Onyx knew as well. He wasn't ashamed of his choice and he isn't scared of what the Oriental wished. It simply just didn't matter to Hannibal.
"I did fight in it, however it appears I'm better at keeping my pelt clean than you are. So I believe you are falsely informed of my whereabouts during the time of the battle and my opinion of the Syndicate. I'm not quite sure where you're getting the idea that I somehow betrayed the Syndicate in any sort of way, simply because I'm better at holding my own in a fight as opposed to you." His tone was simple, rather matter-of-fact, not at all appearing rude, mean, or anything else. Stating a fact is what he was doing, or rather a hypothesis, an observation. The thing with Hannibal was that you couldn't make him mad. It was quite literally impossible to do such a thing.
"I believe you have the definition of 'weak' confused with something else.
Those who are unable to fend for themselves in battle are weak, those who die are weak and those who allow themselves to be injured by a clan cat are weak. Not only that, but it appears you're misinformed again. I did not avoid the battle, I was in it, taking the lives of several cats and letting their blood stain the clearing while alternatively being able to leave without much of a scratch. I believe, since the antonym of weak is strong, that I am, by definition, strong. And, if you don't mind my saying, am stronger than you.
Truly I hope you take no offense to that."
As Hannibal finished speaking, his tail flicked lightly, allowing the sunlight to glint off of his unsheathed claws, his orange-red eyes focused still on Onyx.
Onyx took no alarm or care to the unsheathed claws. "Mm." he said, almost of uncertainty. "I fought valiantly. And it wasn't a clan cat who brought me my loss. It was Kovu." he said with a hint of anger in his voice. Kovu. His own son. He breathed in to calm his worked nerves and then turned to Hannibal. "I don't mean the battle, you fool." he growled lowly, and he stepped closer to him. "I mean when you and I left to conquer the clan. All you had to do was fight but no, you left me in the dust, to die. I barely escaped with my life." he said, now a tail-length from him, no rise in his voice whatsoever. He stayed nearly monotone. His icy orbs colliding with the fiery ones of Hannibal. He gave a snort and sat.
"Misinformed? Please, I don't need to be informed." he said, and he rose his head. He felt a prickle under his fur. He maintained a calm, quiet posture however, and hid his feeling. He let the stoic film run over his eyes as dark thoughts rose in his mind. The things he wanted to do, the people he wanted to kill. He let his claws dig into the earth beneath them. "With how much you hate the rude, with how much you need reason to kill, you never realize how you portray yourself. Unloyal, uncaring, and, you toil with the fears like a bully. Bullies are Rude." he mocked, snorting as he said the words. "Oh, Hannibal. You have reason to kill me right? Why haven't you done it, hm?" he asked, a sort of snarling escaping his maw with a snort.
Because you can't... he thought.

{ ha same fam, take yer time }

Brilliance
May 31st, 2017, 01:49 PM
One thing that the dark tabby she cat always knew was the fact that she didn't belong in Skyclan. It was nothing wrong with her home, she just felt out of place. That one cat who became too defensive when easily offended. However, that was not her. She found it frightening yet amusing how Coralfrost would be offended by the slightest of things. Violence knew that she had a few aggression issues that needed to be handled, but who would be able to smooth that out? As far as the she cat knew, she didn't care about what others saw her as, or didn't want to be her friend because she was too aggressive. It was fun being a delicate touch of lovely eyes that deceived others. Not that she was deceiving at all. In fact, she just enjoyed playing around with others. Who doesn't love a game?
Violence's friend, Saccharine was heavily different. Remarkably different. It somewhat annoyed her that the ginger tabby was a sweet face that wouldn't harm a mouse. What cat wanted to be that fragile where they had to depend on others to defend them? Violence always thought it was because the feline carried a beauty of innocence. That simply made others want to protect her because she was such a daft creature, that is also amazed the dark tabby of how spoiled the ginger tabby could be.

Violence shook her head, her paws felt light under the greenery, rocky terrain as she stopped at the place she knew all too well. It was weird that she had such a strong feeling to live in the dusk syndicate. It would be cliched for her to think that the only reason she wanted to be in the syndicate was because of an unknown evilness inside her. Which wasn't true at all. Sure, the she cat had anger issues but she was far from being evil. Too far.

Howver, she felt that living in the syndicate was where the cats lived by their own rules. No one to control them, no one to depreciate them. Violence wanted to feel like a valued member. She only stayed within Skyclan for her two friends, Saccahrine and Coralfrost. If she had her own choice, she would burn all her bridges and make a fresh start within the syndicate.
Wasn't it where she belonged? Oh, how she could vividly and clearly see and hear her father repeating that phrase like a song I her ear. Slowly, but surely she began to believe it. She began to allow it to seep into her mind, plaguing her like a contagious disease. One day, she would fulfill her father's agnostic views.

Right now, she would sit and look into the distance, imagining the life of a syndicate soldier. And, one day she would be there, and hearing all those names calling out to her. It would be the day. Of a dream come true.

"And no one will be able to stop me." She narrowed her brilliant blue eyes, and scurrying across her was a nice. Quickly, she used a paw to pin its tail before nipping it with a deadly blow to its neck. She had no interest in eating the animal, only the simple fact of taking its life seemed to satisfy her.

{ Nighty }

goddess of ducks
May 31st, 2017, 05:08 PM
Onyx took no alarm or care to the unsheathed claws. "Mm." he said, almost of uncertainty. "I fought valiantly. And it wasn't a clan cat who brought me my loss. It was Kovu." he said with a hint of anger in his voice. Kovu. His own son. He breathed in to calm his worked nerves and then turned to Hannibal. "I don't mean the battle, you fool." he growled lowly, and he stepped closer to him. "I mean when you and I left to conquer the clan. All you had to do was fight but no, you left me in the dust, to die. I barely escaped with my life." he said, now a tail-length from him, no rise in his voice whatsoever. He stayed nearly monotone. His icy orbs colliding with the fiery ones of Hannibal. He gave a snort and sat.
"Misinformed? Please, I don't need to be informed." he said, and he rose his head. He felt a prickle under his fur. He maintained a calm, quiet posture however, and hid his feeling. He let the stoic film run over his eyes as dark thoughts rose in his mind. The things he wanted to do, the people he wanted to kill. He let his claws dig into the earth beneath them. "With how much you hate the rude, with how much you need reason to kill, you never realize how you portray yourself. Unloyal, uncaring, and, you toil with the fears like a bully. Bullies are Rude." he mocked, snorting as he said the words. "Oh, Hannibal. You have reason to kill me right? Why haven't you done it, hm?" he asked, a sort of snarling escaping his maw with a snort.
Because you can't... he thought.

{ ha same fam, take yer time }

[oh nooooo it's happeningggg]



One thing that the dark tabby she cat always knew was the fact that she didn't belong in Skyclan. It was nothing wrong with her home, she just felt out of place. That one cat who became too defensive when easily offended. However, that was not her. She found it frightening yet amusing how Coralfrost would be offended by the slightest of things. Violence knew that she had a few aggression issues that needed to be handled, but who would be able to smooth that out? As far as the she cat knew, she didn't care about what others saw her as, or didn't want to be her friend because she was too aggressive. It was fun being a delicate touch of lovely eyes that deceived others. Not that she was deceiving at all. In fact, she just enjoyed playing around with others. Who doesn't love a game?
Violence's friend, Saccharine was heavily different. Remarkably different. It somewhat annoyed her that the ginger tabby was a sweet face that wouldn't harm a mouse. What cat wanted to be that fragile where they had to depend on others to defend them? Violence always thought it was because the feline carried a beauty of innocence. That simply made others want to protect her because she was such a daft creature, that is also amazed the dark tabby of how spoiled the ginger tabby could be.

Violence shook her head, her paws felt light under the greenery, rocky terrain as she stopped at the place she knew all too well. It was weird that she had such a strong feeling to live in the dusk syndicate. It would be cliched for her to think that the only reason she wanted to be in the syndicate was because of an unknown evilness inside her. Which wasn't true at all. Sure, the she cat had anger issues but she was far from being evil. Too far.

Howver, she felt that living in the syndicate was where the cats lived by their own rules. No one to control them, no one to depreciate them. Violence wanted to feel like a valued member. She only stayed within Skyclan for her two friends, Saccahrine and Coralfrost. If she had her own choice, she would burn all her bridges and make a fresh start within the syndicate.
Wasn't it where she belonged? Oh, how she could vividly and clearly see and hear her father repeating that phrase like a song I her ear. Slowly, but surely she began to believe it. She began to allow it to seep into her mind, plaguing her like a contagious disease. One day, she would fulfill her father's agnostic views.

Right now, she would sit and look into the distance, imagining the life of a syndicate soldier. And, one day she would be there, and hearing all those names calling out to her. It would be the day. Of a dream come true.

"And no one will be able to stop me." She narrowed her brilliant blue eyes, and scurrying across her was a nice. Quickly, she used a paw to pin its tail before nipping it with a deadly blow to its neck. She had no interest in eating the animal, only the simple fact of taking its life seemed to satisfy her.

{ Nighty }



Calixto was just patrolling nearby. The loss of what he had thought would be his forever love didn't exactly feel the same way. Slice had dealt with him, showed h M some new things, new techniques. Calixto was glad she had and took it as a way of her showing interest. So, he had done what he thought was the appropriate thing and flirted with her. Unfortunately that wasn't how she was thinking and because of his flirting she had begun to treat him like he was a kit, fresh out of the nursery.

Just once, Calixto had thought he had a chance. A chance to be like his sister Illusion, to start a family. He wanted love, but apparently love didn't want him. So he had to keep looking. All he wanted was love, and a family, but apparently he would have to look hard for it, because it certainly wasn't coming to him.

He thought Slice would have been the one, her beautiful features, fierce and independent personality. He had liked her so much, only to be pushed away again. He didn't want to say he was jealous of Illusion, but he was, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

But a couple sounds alerted him of a presence of another. He glanced up, having not been paying attention to where he was going. He realized that he was on the border, and rather close to it as well. Probably not the best place to be, this soon after the battle. His pale green gaze swept the area, peering through the leaves of bushes to find the source. He inhaled deeply, but softly. He smelled another cat, that was for sure. Now to find out who it was.

He padded through the bushes, his long pelt making his presence known as it clung to the small branches of the bush and rattled them. As he came out, the border just oawsteps away, he saw her. He saw the feline sitting before him and he hrowled slightly. Although, despite his hostile appearance, he didn't exactly want to scare her off. He would give them a chance to explain what they were doing. He would be patient. "Ma'am, can I politely ask ya what yer doin' here?" He asked her, his southern accent breaking through as he spoke.

Noire

Brilliance
June 2nd, 2017, 11:38 AM
[oh nooooo it's happeningggg]




Calixto was just patrolling nearby. The loss of what he had thought would be his forever love didn't exactly feel the same way. Slice had dealt with him, showed h M some new things, new techniques. Calixto was glad she had and took it as a way of her showing interest. So, he had done what he thought was the appropriate thing and flirted with her. Unfortunately that wasn't how she was thinking and because of his flirting she had begun to treat him like he was a kit, fresh out of the nursery.

Just once, Calixto had thought he had a chance. A chance to be like his sister Illusion, to start a family. He wanted love, but apparently love didn't want him. So he had to keep looking. All he wanted was love, and a family, but apparently he would have to look hard for it, because it certainly wasn't coming to him.

He thought Slice would have been the one, her beautiful features, fierce and independent personality. He had liked her so much, only to be pushed away again. He didn't want to say he was jealous of Illusion, but he was, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

But a couple sounds alerted him of a presence of another. He glanced up, having not been paying attention to where he was going. He realized that he was on the border, and rather close to it as well. Probably not the best place to be, this soon after the battle. His pale green gaze swept the area, peering through the leaves of bushes to find the source. He inhaled deeply, but softly. He smelled another cat, that was for sure. Now to find out who it was.

He padded through the bushes, his long pelt making his presence known as it clung to the small branches of the bush and rattled them. As he came out, the border just oawsteps away, he saw her. He saw the feline sitting before him and he hrowled slightly. Although, despite his hostile appearance, he didn't exactly want to scare her off. He would give them a chance to explain what they were doing. He would be patient. "Ma'am, can I politely ask ya what yer doin' here?" He asked her, his southern accent breaking through as he spoke.

Noire

Violence discarded the mouse, having no particular hunger for it. She decided to groom her pelt, hoping to sparkle it up with some type of interest. To her point of interest. She didn't have that pretty creamy fur that her friend, Coralfrost gave. Nor, did she have that silky ginger pelt that Saccharine had. One thing that she was proud about her pelt was the glossiness stored. That's the only thing that she thanked her mother for.

Calmly, she allowed her thoughts to settle. She didn't truly know why she came all the way to the border. She guessed she was trying to get away from Saccharine, the poor ginger had no idea what she would do. Violence was only glad she left before she got too caught up in one of her friend's idiotic plans.

Being alone never bothered her. She was somewhat happy that there were no cats around. She could lounge around all day, and still could be considered working. Especially since Grousestar would see that she wasn't wasting time. And though she had a longing to leave, this she cat was a loyal patriot to her home. Where ever she went, she would be loyal and that was that.

And, she seemed to have thought too much. The dark tabby stopped grooming her pelt, and her ears flickered to a heavy southern accent. She scrunched her nose. He was definitely a syndicate cat. And, he haven't attacked her? What a surprise, and something she could use to get advantage. She simply overlooked the creamed colored fighter, and turned her head. She didn't have to answer to him if she didn't want to. Who was he anyway? The commander?

A mixture of a sweet purr and laughter escaped her maw. Even though its intentions was not pleasant at all. "If I did not guess right...I would say that this is a free world," her voice was delicate, a bit on the edge of an Australian accent that she hated with such compassion. Having to inherit it from her father's side. She simply began licking at her pelt again, her soft tongue going over places that's already been handled. "An', I certainly ava right to be wherever I want." She fluffed out her tail, wrapping it around her in a proud manner.

As she looked at him once more, she grimaced. Shouldn't he be at home? "Ay, why are you here? Should you not be home practicing your battle moves?" There was a lot worst she could say about the losing side. She considered herself lucky for being on the winning side.

The she cat did not quite know his intentions, so she thought he wanted to pick a fight with her. A fight was something that Violence could never turn down. Though she would never find herself being the first one to start it. She knew that she needed more practice training in order to become better. Wouldn't battling a syndicate cat be worth her while?

Violence never allowed herself to be scared of anyone--not even him. Despite his appearance, his threatening stance, the she cat simply brushed him off, with a flick of her bushy tail. This time she stood up, in case she had to be ready for whatever he might throw at her, but she wasn't moving. Oh no, she would move until she was ready. And, if he were going to ruin his day, couldn't she do the same?

goddess of ducks
June 5th, 2017, 10:25 AM
Violence discarded the mouse, having no particular hunger for it. She decided to groom her pelt, hoping to sparkle it up with some type of interest. To her point of interest. She didn't have that pretty creamy fur that her friend, Coralfrost gave. Nor, did she have that silky ginger pelt that Saccharine had. One thing that she was proud about her pelt was the glossiness stored. That's the only thing that she thanked her mother for.

Calmly, she allowed her thoughts to settle. She didn't truly know why she came all the way to the border. She guessed she was trying to get away from Saccharine, the poor ginger had no idea what she would do. Violence was only glad she left before she got too caught up in one of her friend's idiotic plans.

Being alone never bothered her. She was somewhat happy that there were no cats around. She could lounge around all day, and still could be considered working. Especially since Grousestar would see that she wasn't wasting time. And though she had a longing to leave, this she cat was a loyal patriot to her home. Where ever she went, she would be loyal and that was that.

And, she seemed to have thought too much. The dark tabby stopped grooming her pelt, and her ears flickered to a heavy southern accent. She scrunched her nose. He was definitely a syndicate cat. And, he haven't attacked her? What a surprise, and something she could use to get advantage. She simply overlooked the creamed colored fighter, and turned her head. She didn't have to answer to him if she didn't want to. Who was he anyway? The commander?

A mixture of a sweet purr and laughter escaped her maw. Even though its intentions was not pleasant at all. "If I did not guess right...I would say that this is a free world," her voice was delicate, a bit on the edge of an Australian accent that she hated with such compassion. Having to inherit it from her father's side. She simply began licking at her pelt again, her soft tongue going over places that's already been handled. "An', I certainly ava right to be wherever I want." She fluffed out her tail, wrapping it around her in a proud manner.

As she looked at him once more, she grimaced. Shouldn't he be at home? "Ay, why are you here? Should you not be home practicing your battle moves?" There was a lot worst she could say about the losing side. She considered herself lucky for being on the winning side.

The she cat did not quite know his intentions, so she thought he wanted to pick a fight with her. A fight was something that Violence could never turn down. Though she would never find herself being the first one to start it. She knew that she needed more practice training in order to become better. Wouldn't battling a syndicate cat be worth her while?

Violence never allowed herself to be scared of anyone--not even him. Despite his appearance, his threatening stance, the she cat simply brushed him off, with a flick of her bushy tail. This time she stood up, in case she had to be ready for whatever he might throw at her, but she wasn't moving. Oh no, she would move until she was ready. And, if he were going to ruin his day, couldn't she do the same?


Calixto watched her carefully. She smelled like a Skyclan warrior, which could be a dangerous situation for him. They all seemed to be acting rather prideful these days, ever since they claimed victory. He put up his guard, hesitant in his movements and words. He couldn't get into another skirmish with Skyclan, he didn't want them to have another victory.

"Ma'am with all due respect: yes, this is a free world. Yes, you can go where ever ya please. But there is the so called Warrior a Code y'all Clans like to talk about." He reminded her, taking a step back in case this did engaged her. See, her attitude towards him explained everything he thought Skyclan was doing. And the next part angered him even more.

His whiskers twitched, and her ruffled his long creamy pelt. The question bothered him. Just because Skyclan had beaten them once, didn't mean they had to act like they were the kings over the Syndicate. Because if they did, he knew that Halite would put a stop to it. Or if Halite kept up with his current condition, some of the stronger cats like Hannibal, Onyx and Singe would take care of it for him.

He knew the three would gladly go and take care of Skyclan if need be. Hannibal hadn't hesitated killing several cats in the last battle. He had heard that Onyxs biggest enemies were located in Skyclan, so surely he would be all over getting to fight them. Then Singe still had anger towards them, he saw it in the way he fought the Skyclan cats. He was sure a Singe would give everything for a second battle with Grousestar.

But that was besides the point. He was here with this warrior who seemed like she could boss him around. "I don't have'ta spend every livin' moment o' my life fightin' ya know." He told her rather harshly. "I mean, if you wish I would go and practice fightin' then you better go before I find me a test dummy." He retorted back to her.

Brilliance
June 10th, 2017, 01:44 PM
Calixto watched her carefully. She smelled like a Skyclan warrior, which could be a dangerous situation for him. They all seemed to be acting rather prideful these days, ever since they claimed victory. He put up his guard, hesitant in his movements and words. He couldn't get into another skirmish with Skyclan, he didn't want them to have another victory.

"Ma'am with all due respect: yes, this is a free world. Yes, you can go where ever ya please. But there is the so called Warrior a Code y'all Clans like to talk about." He reminded her, taking a step back in case this did engaged her. See, her attitude towards him explained everything he thought Skyclan was doing. And the next part angered him even more.

His whiskers twitched, and her ruffled his long creamy pelt. The question bothered him. Just because Skyclan had beaten them once, didn't mean they had to act like they were the kings over the Syndicate. Because if they did, he knew that Halite would put a stop to it. Or if Halite kept up with his current condition, some of the stronger cats like Hannibal, Onyx and Singe would take care of it for him.

He knew the three would gladly go and take care of Skyclan if need be. Hannibal hadn't hesitated killing several cats in the last battle. He had heard that Onyxs biggest enemies were located in Skyclan, so surely he would be all over getting to fight them. Then Singe still had anger towards them, he saw it in the way he fought the Skyclan cats. He was sure a Singe would give everything for a second battle with Grousestar.

But that was besides the point. He was here with this warrior who seemed like she could boss him around. "I don't have'ta spend every livin' moment o' my life fightin' ya know." He told her rather harshly. "I mean, if you wish I would go and practice fightin' then you better go before I find me a test dummy." He retorted back to her.

Violence bought her pinned he ears back, and brought her lips back in a snarl of showing white sharp teeth. Who was this male to disturb her silence? Especially since he was a disk syndicate cat, and she was in her own territory. Was she at all bothering him? No, of course not. The sneaky feline huffed, and she looked away for a second as she heard his voice.

"What does the warrior code 'ava due with me being 'ere?" She tilted her head as her icy blue gaze lingered on him. "Is there anything in the code that says I ava to follow it step by step?" She says once again, and testing her limits. It was a joy to her for some rules to be broken, and she knew that the tom wouldn't stop her. For one, she wouldn't allow him to get in her way. For another, she wasn't scared of him. Skyclan had one the battle. Therefore, she would soak in her glory of the clan she hated but held a lot of respect for.

Violence sat at the edge of the border, and she flicked her tail, a small amount of amusement settling into her eyes. This cat sure was entertaining her with his nonsense. She felt her eyes roll upon looking at him, and for once she felt that she took a gander at his pride. Violence was a playful type of mean that that loved to insult others--and actually mean what she says. Like the tom in front of her. By clan, he was her enemy, but by individual? He was bound to reach being her enemy there as well.

"Cat got your tongue?" She mused, lightly, lowly as she narrowed her own eyes at him. She didn't know if he was lost in his own thoughts, or planning some type of attack, so the feline allowed her claws to sink in and out in case she had to embrace herself for s fight.

By time he did say something, she tilted her head, and kept her ears perked. "Well, practicing your skills would make you a better fighter. You might want to take up that chance," she snarled. "The next fight, you probably won't even have to worry about living." She seethed.

However, upon his next words, Violence felt her fur bristling, but she kept her guard composed. Instead she let out a soft giggle, maintaining a silty intention behind it. Something she conquered when she was an apprentice. It was either charming to hear, playing off as a siren, or devilish to hear. Whichever one a cat preferred. "The only way I'm leaving is if you make me leave," she replied, softly. "I'm pretty sure it would be hard for you to practice battle moves on yourself." She teased, flicking her ears. The she cat got up, and she took a couple steps forward towards the tom. Though she was a tad smaller than him, she kept her head up, her tail up, displaying a dominant posture. "Take your chance though. I'm pretty sure I'm looking at a cat that's all talk but no claws."

Fawn
June 12th, 2017, 08:25 PM
Doubt had been surrounding Grousestar when he approached the bush he believed his friend to be in, there hadn't been any reply, no movement, nothing at all to suggest that anything was hiding inside of it. In fact, the stillness nearly made him turn back, dismissing his interest in the bush as something that could be explained by the wind or his mind being overly eager to find his friend. But that's when he heard his name practically whispered, a detached sounding voice, but a familiar voice. It was most certainly Rabbitfluff. And with seconds he had stuffed his head into the bush to positively identify his friend, promptly trying to pry away some of the leaves to create a sort of exit for the bob-tailed cat, worry and relief both mingling on the leaders face as he looked down at the Skyclan warrior.

"Are who around Rabbit? What are you talking about?" There was a pause before he promptly shook his head, looking around with some apprehension. "Nevermind, we can speak when we're safe back at home. We're not safe here and I'd much prefer to be back on home territory." It wasn't often that he let other cats see him nervous or anxious, but Grousestar couldn't hide it, not when he could sense the fear in his friend and not when he was in the territory of the cats that so brutally murdered members of his clan. While it did enrage the leader that they killed them, he could help but feel the slightest inkling of fear. One cats eyes in particular, fiery, red-hot eyes that held no emotion. The other cat he was with infuriated him, the way he spoke, the way he taunted, but the grey cat with those fire eyes.. Flicking his tail and shuddering slightly, he dismissed the thought, instead turning his attention back to Rabbitfluff.

When the smaller tom edged out of the bush, a look in his eyes as if he just returned from some huge battled, something so scaring that it was questionable if he'd ever be the same again, the leader knew that something terrible had happened, causing his heart to ache immediately for his friend. When he heard what he said, the brown tabby frowned and stepped closer.
"You can tell me when we get home Rabbitfluff, try not to.. Strain yourself too much okay? Come on." mewed the leader with a soft tone, starting to slightly worry that even just his words might damage the already fragile cat, he seemed to be in a weakened state of mind.

Lightly he touched his tail to the warriors shoulder and nodded his head in the direction that he came in.
"Do you think you can manage the walk home?"
Grousestar wasn't sure if the tom had sustained any physical injuries and despite his glancing over, he was no medicine cat and truly couldn't tell, he would have to rely on what his friend told him and he severely hoped that Rabbitfluff would tell him the truth. He would not mind carrying Rabbitfluff back to camp if he needed it, or aiding him in any sort of way. He just wanted him to come home safely.
If nothing else, Grousestar's presence was appreciated. It reminded Rabbitfluff that there was, at the very least, one cat that continued to care for him; it didn't matter if that appreciation was solely as a clanmate. It was something. Although he wished he could speak about the experience, he couldn't manage to find the words and was relieved as Grousestar suggested they return to camp rather than discuss the matter here because it wasn't safe territory.

There were too many thoughts circulating in his mind, a whirlwind of apprehension and pleas for help, but none of which managed to spill from his jaws. He was too focused on simply taking in Grousestar's calming tone and working his way up to his paws, surveying the landscape with a weary gaze and finally returning his attention to the SkyClan leader. "Thank you," was the most he could say right now, the sheer gratefulness not disguised out of pride .. for once. Walking home sounded magnificent, odd as it was. Rabbitfluff had become fond of the idea of leaving since they had determined the danger had passed - he could go back to the camp, and never go on another patrol again. Ever. It was a scarring journey, and he had little interest in partaking in that aspect of being a warrior.

"I can walk," Rabbitfluff promised but kept close to Grousestar. Normally, he was a strong advocate of personal space and wouldn't touch another clanmate with a tail-length long twig, but this was different. To him, the other cat represented an unwavering companionship and patience, and comfort, and he reflected on how lucky he was that Grousestar had been the one to find him.

As they started back, Rabbitfluff remained pressed firmly against Grousestar and thought about the questions from earlier; they were valid and deserved answers, and the walk was beginning to ease his troubled mind. Forcing himself to recall the details of the encounter was a painful process when Rabbitfluff yearned to distance himself from everything that'd happened, particularly the strange and trauma-inducing interaction with him. How was he supposed to move on from that? "A Dusk Syndicate member," he started quietly, desperation tugging at the words as he struggled to articulate muddled thoughts. "He was here on the border, and he.." When he'd always prided himself on being graceful with his words and intellectually advanced, however explaining an indescribable situation was a massive strike to his already-shaken confidence. Undeterred, he continued to try and let out a deep breath to hopefully regain an ounce of his composure, "His name was Hannibal," eyes clouding as the memories returned to him, Rabbitfluff went on with a wavering voice, "and he talked to me about things pertaining to my friends and family." Saying it out loud did nothing to validate his terrified state considering it sounded innocent enough, but Hannibal had been a master of mental aerobics and manipulation.

"It was… rather surreal, somehow," Rabbitfluff went on, avoiding contemplation about each individual sentence in order to simply convey what was on his mind, "and confusing. I don't know what to think of it, but he was right. I--" he stopped, choked suddenly with emotion and grief. "I never wanted to believe it was my fault. Everything."

The Cannibal
June 12th, 2017, 09:56 PM
If nothing else, Grousestar's presence was appreciated. It reminded Rabbitfluff that there was, at the very least, one cat that continued to care for him; it didn't matter if that appreciation was solely as a clanmate. It was something. Although he wished he could speak about the experience, he couldn't manage to find the words and was relieved as Grousestar suggested they return to camp rather than discuss the matter here because it wasn't safe territory.

There were too many thoughts circulating in his mind, a whirlwind of apprehension and pleas for help, but none of which managed to spill from his jaws. He was too focused on simply taking in Grousestar's calming tone and working his way up to his paws, surveying the landscape with a weary gaze and finally returning his attention to the SkyClan leader. "Thank you," was the most he could say right now, the sheer gratefulness not disguised out of pride .. for once. Walking home sounded magnificent, odd as it was. Rabbitfluff had become fond of the idea of leaving since they had determined the danger had passed - he could go back to the camp, and never go on another patrol again. Ever. It was a scarring journey, and he had little interest in partaking in that aspect of being a warrior.

"I can walk," Rabbitfluff promised but kept close to Grousestar. Normally, he was a strong advocate of personal space and wouldn't touch another clanmate with a tail-length long twig, but this was different. To him, the other cat represented an unwavering companionship and patience, and comfort, and he reflected on how lucky he was that Grousestar had been the one to find him.

As they started back, Rabbitfluff remained pressed firmly against Grousestar and thought about the questions from earlier; they were valid and deserved answers, and the walk was beginning to ease his troubled mind. Forcing himself to recall the details of the encounter was a painful process when Rabbitfluff yearned to distance himself from everything that'd happened, particularly the strange and trauma-inducing interaction with him. How was he supposed to move on from that? "A Dusk Syndicate member," he started quietly, desperation tugging at the words as he struggled to articulate muddled thoughts. "He was here on the border, and he.." When he'd always prided himself on being graceful with his words and intellectually advanced, however explaining an indescribable situation was a massive strike to his already-shaken confidence. Undeterred, he continued to try and let out a deep breath to hopefully regain an ounce of his composure, "His name was Hannibal," eyes clouding as the memories returned to him, Rabbitfluff went on with a wavering voice, "and he talked to me about things pertaining to my friends and family." Saying it out loud did nothing to validate his terrified state considering it sounded innocent enough, but Hannibal had been a master of mental aerobics and manipulation.

"It was… rather surreal, somehow," Rabbitfluff went on, avoiding contemplation about each individual sentence in order to simply convey what was on his mind, "and confusing. I don't know what to think of it, but he was right. I--" he stopped, choked suddenly with emotion and grief. "I never wanted to believe it was my fault. Everything."
While he wasn't completely sure that his presence was at all calming for his friend, he liked to think so, or in the least bit he could be sure in his ability to keep his friend safe until they got back home. That he could be sure of. The questions he had asked Rabbitfluff weren't really at the top of his mind, currently he just wanted them to be back at camp where they were safe from whatever unseen danger that had left his short-tailed friend in the mental state that he was now. Something that could do that to a cat like Rabbitfluff? They were not to be messed with, so it was best to just get out of the firing range as soon as possible.

And if his friend was to answer his questions, he certainly didn't expect them to come right away and was in no way even thinking of rushing Rabbitfluff into answering, he never would. Grousestar was as patient a cat as ever when it came to the cats of his clan, and if it took an eternity for the answer to come to Rabbitfluff, then so be it, he would wait. The best way to help him now was to simply remain calm and sturdy, there wasn't much more that he could do for him, not in unfamiliar and hostile territory. Nodding his head and seeming to stand nearer as the tom pulled himself slowly up to his paws, he could feel his heart straining for his friend. How terribly he wanted to help Rabbitfluff in any way, just so that he wouldn't seem so.. So fragile like this. This wasn't how he normally was and it was terrifying to Grousestar. What had happened to his friend? The only thing that sort of eased his mind was the sound of pure gratefulness that radiated with the simple thank you, something not very often given by the smaller tom. A smile touched the leaders lip, but he said nothing more, there was no reason to point it out, not at a time like this. "Easy does it my friend." Murmured the leader as the other cat seemed to gain their footing, part of him half expecting the other tom to simply fall over.

"I believe you. Lets try to keep a descent pace, but if you have any trouble at all, please let me know. I.. I know I can get going kind of fast sometimes." Flattening his ears a moment in embarrassment, he would let his gaze nervously look over Rabbitfluff again for signs of injury before beginning the walk back home, going the shortest route there was back to Skyclan. He wanted to remain as close to Rabbitfluff's side as the tom would allow him, he felt that his presence might be able to reassure and calm the other cat, or at least he hoped as much and was surprised that, unlike usual, the tom didn't veer away talking about personal space. Half the time Grousestar forgets that cats have personal space, often times bumping into cats and what not, especially when he's excited but.. He couldn't help but notice the change in his friend, only heightening his weariness and worry for the warrior he escorted.

Silence fell now as the two cats began their journey back, nothing but the muffled nearly silent sound of their pawsteps and the echoing call of a bird. The fur along Grousestar's spine prickled uneasily and he wished nothing more than to be able to be back in the comforting territory of Skyclan. In fact, in just the short time since they began moving, he nearly forgot the questions he had asked Rabbitfluff, especially considering he didn't want to push the tom into answering. So when he heard the other cat's voice, he seemed slightly startled, his eyes blinking before his head turned to look over at him as he spoke, ears swiveling at the same time to focus solely on the warrior beside him. The 'who' he was referring to. A Dusk Syndicate member. Was he harassed? Assaulted? He doesn't seem to bear any outward injuries, but then again maybe they're internal. The leader's face seem to grow darker, the corners of his mouth turning down. This Syndicate is growing to be a real problem.
Quickly sweeping his thoughts away, he would focus on his friend with a nod, gently prompting him to continue if he wished, though offering no words, fearful it might put him off in some way and cause him to clam up. The leader's lips further turned down as he heard the hesitance and apprehension of recalling the events, what happened must have been horrendous.
At the name, Grousestar's ears perked up. Hannibal? I've.. Haven't I heard of that name?

There he was, standing there in Skyclan territory, him and Auroraflame confronting two Dusk Syndicate cats shortly after the clan had moved into their territory. One was a black cat with eyes like ice, narrow features and a cocky, infuriating personality and the other a dark grey cat with eyes like fire, features lithe, pristine in a way and a face like stone. They had introduced themselves, Onyx and Hannibal. They claimed that they had been the welcome party for the DS, murdering Skyclan cats mercilessly and without true reason. Hannibal... That was the tom.

Pupils narrowing, Grousestar flattened his ears. What had that tom done to his friend?
"He talked to you about your friends and family.. But.. How did he know about them Rabbitfluff? And what did he say about them? Whatever he said,
it.. It couldn't have been true." Despite his growing anger for the Syndicate, he wouldn't allow it into his voice. No, his voice was gentle, calm, reassuring. He wanted to know the answers to his questions, but wouldn't even think of intimidating Rabbitfluff into answering them.

"Hey, hey... No, nothing's your fault, whatever that monster said, it wasn't true. Give your mind a little rest Rabbit, you're... You're probably still in shock. We can talk more on the matter when we get back okay? But for now, take it easy. Just focus on walking right now, we'll be home, and safe,
before you know it. Trust me."
Deciding to cast his curiosity aside, he determined that Rabbitfluff's safety and mental well being held much more worth than a few answers to some questions. Those could wait.

doghouse
June 27th, 2017, 10:58 PM
( .:Moonfang:. )

Ryker padded along in the half light of the forest, the only noise that he could hear was the soft clatter of leaves against leaves, high in the tall shadowy trees that formed the forest. He noticed that it didn't take much to block out the light. And despite the heat, the lithe black tomcat was rather cold. He appreciated the occasional patch of light that broke through the canopy, and how warm it felt on his slightly unkempt pelt. He was by the border with SkyClan, searching for yarrow, because he and the other healers were running low due to the usual wounds and sickness that constantly plagued the Syndicate. Wounds especially. If only those cats would keep their claws sheathed for once! Ryker thought, huffing in an affectionate annoyance, a amused smile on his face. He was so caught up in thought, that without even knowing it, he stepped over the border with his long, fast stride.

monfang
June 28th, 2017, 10:29 AM
( .:Moonfang:. )

Ryker padded along in the half light of the forest, the only noise that he could hear was the soft clatter of leaves against leaves, high in the tall shadowy trees that formed the forest. He noticed that it didn't take much to block out the light. And despite the heat, the lithe black tomcat was rather cold. He appreciated the occasional patch of light that broke through the canopy, and how warm it felt on his slightly unkempt pelt. He was by the border with SkyClan, searching for yarrow, because he and the other healers were running low due to the usual wounds and sickness that constantly plagued the Syndicate. Wounds especially. If only those cats would keep their claws sheathed for once! Ryker thought, huffing in an affectionate annoyance, a amused smile on his face. He was so caught up in thought, that without even knowing it, he stepped over the border with his long, fast stride.
Moonfang skulked along the border, her blue and orange eyes scanning around the trees and darkness. Her black and white pelt blended nicely in the darkened area as she walked along. Her eyes glossy with tears as they stared off into Syndicate territory. She lost her sister, now all that was left was her brother, Raven. She doubted he was dead- he was a strong fighter- but he left her and Zephyrleap alone and now that their mother and father and even little brother were dead, some said Zephyrleap killed her own self. She let the roaring monster hit her. Moonfang hated the words. Her tail lashed and she angrily clawed the ground, shooting a stone into the other territory, as her eyes followed it, she saw a quick moving black shadow. She gasped and stood still, following it until her eyes lost sight. Then she bolted after. She ran along the moist ground, the sounds of soft thuds echoed behind her, her eyes locked hard on the shadow-like figure. She sprinted ahead and jumped right in front of the other cat, snarling. ”What are you doing here?! Trying to get onto our territory?!” she snarled, her blue and orange eyes beaming brightly. Narrowed, her pupils in thin, hair-like strands.

doghouse
June 28th, 2017, 12:59 PM
Moonfang skulked along the border, her blue and orange eyes scanning around the trees and darkness. Her black and white pelt blended nicely in the darkened area as she walked along. Her eyes glossy with tears as they stared off into Syndicate territory. She lost her sister, now all that was left was her brother, Raven. She doubted he was dead- he was a strong fighter- but he left her and Zephyrleap alone and now that their mother and father and even little brother were dead, some said Zephyrleap killed her own self. She let the roaring monster hit her. Moonfang hated the words. Her tail lashed and she angrily clawed the ground, shooting a stone into the other territory, as her eyes followed it, she saw a quick moving black shadow. She gasped and stood still, following it until her eyes lost sight. Then she bolted after. She ran along the moist ground, the sounds of soft thuds echoed behind her, her eyes locked hard on the shadow-like figure. She sprinted ahead and jumped right in front of the other cat, snarling. ”What are you doing here?! Trying to get onto our territory?!” she snarled, her blue and orange eyes beaming brightly. Narrowed, her pupils in thin, hair-like strands.
Ryker continued on, his bright yellow eye a major contrast to the dark ebony of his fur, which was sleek and smooth, although his ribs stuck out slightly. He wasn't underfed, he just couldn't seem to gain weight, and had always looked a bit malnourished even when he was fairly well fed. As he ran, he started to become aware of a scent he didn't know much about, other that it was SkyClan, and that was a group of viscous cats that had once attacked the Syndicate, killing many and injuring even more. But what was the scent doing on the Syndicate's side of the border? And where was the scent markers? SkyClan had given Ryker a lot of trouble, and he'd been extremely busy tending to all the wounded for days unending. So when a lean black and white figure ran past him and stopped in front of him, it wasn't fear, but annoyance that gleamed brightly in the leafy depths of his gaze. He glared at her, meeting her multicolored gaze with his vibrant green one. He snarled back, but fear crept into his orb, pushing out the annoyance a bit, although it still clung on like fog to a lake.“Looking for s-something!” Ryker snapped, lashing his tail. “And no of course not. W-why would I want to do t-that?” he added, his puzzlement rather plain as he tipped his head to one side, although his fur still bristled and his claws were unsheathed, ready to defend himself with more than words if he had to.

monfang
June 28th, 2017, 01:16 PM
Ryker continued on, his bright yellow eye a major contrast to the dark ebony of his fur, which was sleek and smooth, although his ribs stuck out slightly. He wasn't underfed, he just couldn't seem to gain weight, and had always looked a bit malnourished even when he was fairly well fed. As he ran, he started to become aware of a scent he didn't know much about, other that it was SkyClan, and that was a group of viscous cats that had once attacked the Syndicate, killing many and injuring even more. But what was the scent doing on the Syndicate's side of the border? And where was the scent markers? SkyClan had given Ryker a lot of trouble, and he'd been extremely busy tending to all the wounded for days unending. So when a lean black and white figure ran past him and stopped in front of him, it wasn't fear, but annoyance that gleamed brightly in the leafy depths of his gaze. He glared at her, meeting her multicolored gaze with his vibrant green one. He snarled back, but fear crept into his orb, pushing out the annoyance a bit, although it still clung on like fog to a lake.“Looking for s-something!” Ryker snapped, lashing his tail. “And no of course not. W-why would I want to do t-that?” he added, his puzzlement rather plain as he tipped his head to one side, although his fur still bristled and his claws were unsheathed, ready to defend himself with more than words if he had to.
She felt her fur stand on end as he spoke, and she gave a snarl. ”Don’t play dumb you fool! Your kind has been attacking us, weakening us! I could gut you here and now, rat!” she snarled, taking a step forward, her head low in a battle-ready stance. Her white-tipped tail lashed violently, her eyes wide, pupils having nearly disappeared. She wasn’t really that bad, however she could really make it seem like it. Most of his kind would have already attacked so- why didn’t he? What was he looking for? ”What is it that you have to come suspiciously close to our clan to find?” she growled, a high-pitch yowl under her breath. She took another step close, followed by another, her muscles rippling under her black pelt, the white splash on her muzzle cut in half by a set of fangs and teeth that glinted in the little light spots that passed through the thick, dense trees. Her white paws soaked and darkened from the moist forest floor that she treaded on. She made sure she looked scary. She flexed her claws along the ground, her haunches and shoulders tense, ready to launch forward and rip him to ribbons. Or so it looked like. Sure, she would do it if necessary, but she wasn’t meaning to do it out of cold-blood. That was against the code. Something she held strong to- despite her small hatred to the clan itself. How they showed her no remorse nor pity over her loss of her entire family. She sometimes thought about gutting them from cold-blood- but she knew better. If she ever wanted to see her family again in StarClan.

doghouse
June 28th, 2017, 10:44 PM
She felt her fur stand on end as he spoke, and she gave a snarl. ”Don’t play dumb you fool! Your kind has been attacking us, weakening us! I could gut you here and now, rat!” she snarled, taking a step forward, her head low in a battle-ready stance. Her white-tipped tail lashed violently, her eyes wide, pupils having nearly disappeared. She wasn’t really that bad, however she could really make it seem like it. Most of his kind would have already attacked so- why didn’t he? What was he looking for? ”What is it that you have to come suspiciously close to our clan to find?” she growled, a high-pitch yowl under her breath. She took another step close, followed by another, her muscles rippling under her black pelt, the white splash on her muzzle cut in half by a set of fangs and teeth that glinted in the little light spots that passed through the thick, dense trees. Her white paws soaked and darkened from the moist forest floor that she treaded on. She made sure she looked scary. She flexed her claws along the ground, her haunches and shoulders tense, ready to launch forward and rip him to ribbons. Or so it looked like. Sure, she would do it if necessary, but she wasn’t meaning to do it out of cold-blood. That was against the code. Something she held strong to- despite her small hatred to the clan itself. How they showed her no remorse nor pity over her loss of her entire family. She sometimes thought about gutting them from cold-blood- but she knew better. If she ever wanted to see her family again in StarClan.
Ryker took a step back, head down and tail up, alarm flaring in their remaining eye as he realized that there could be serious trouble. “E-exactly. My kind. N-not me.” Ryker mumbled, not quite loud enough for anyone to hear unless they were downwind of the sleek black tomcat. He gazed at the rude molly, and then braced himself, imitating her battle stance, his jaw parted and claws digging into the ground. This SkyClan warrior could easily pass for a Dusk Syndicate fighter if it weren't for her scent, which was distinctly SkyClan's, not Syndicate's. He shifted restlessly, a hint of urgency entering the cat's mind. He was really in a hurry to find the yarrow and get back. To him, it was very important, although it could wait, but he didn't want to take so long, as he probably could've found his plant and been on his way by now. “What's it to you?” he snapped, scanning the undergrowth with his mouth open as he tried to spot or scent the distinctive and pungent scent that the yarrow gave off, but unsuccessfully. He looked up at the molly to see her stalking towards him with claws unsheathed and muscles rippling. She really did look like a fighter, and Ryker took a step away. “Jeez! I'm not looking for any trouble, but if it's a fight you want, be my guest.” Ryker snarled, his annoyance showing through in his tone of voice as he growled at the odd looking black and white molly. He dropped into a crouch, ready to spring to his paws and attack her, or to run off; he wasn't entirely sure what he wasgoing to do. He would rather peace over tooth and claws, and wanted to avoid bloodshed, but this molly seemed out to get him, and he couldn't understand why.

wickedvirtues
June 28th, 2017, 10:58 PM
A pretty tortoiseshell from ShadowClan, named Eveningmoon (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/24/77/3f/24773f62b9d4cc930c4092502bea591e--two-faces-tortoiseshell-cat.jpg), glanced around the area she had found herself in. The territory was strange and odd scents flooded her senses as she pinned her ears back. "J-Just great.." she whimpered. All she'd wanted to do was escape the violence of her Clan, and now she was lost. Eveningmoon then calmed herself, taking in the scents. "I-I must be on the SkyClan and D-Dusk Syndicate boarder..." she realized, her pelt bristling from the mention of the feared and cruel Syndicate. Every cat feared them, yet she'd fled out of fear from ShadowClan. How pathetic.

Eveningmoon had always hated the dark, and violence as well. It scared her, the thought her claws could inflict life-threatening damage onto another cat. She didn't know why she was even thinking about this, she should be wondering how to get home. It was a complex route, and her pelt stunk of every Clan imaginable as she had walked a long way from home. She sighed, pawing at a few tufts of grass as she sat, unsure if she'd be welcome in SkyClan. She kept most of her body on that side of the boarder, as she'd rather die than join them and kill innocent cats.

The ShadowClan cat had no idea how to get to her Clan.. or if she even wanted to return. She always wondered if she would have a better life in another Clan. A less violent Clan. A less dark Clan. Eveningmoon wondered if SkyClan would accept her, but she shook the thought from her head. The cats wouldn't like her, no chance of kits or a mate.. but she took a deep breath. "H-Hello?" She mewed, with her ears pricked and eyes wide in case she alerted someone close-by. Her breaths were short and she felt oddly nervous. The tortoiseshell gulped, and Eveningmoon waited for a minute or two. "H-Hello?" She repeated, feeling she'd be forced back to ShadowClan if they saw her on their boarder and partially in their territory.

Constellation

monfang
June 29th, 2017, 10:21 AM
Ryker took a step back, head down and tail up, alarm flaring in their remaining eye as he realized that there could be serious trouble. “E-exactly. My kind. N-not me.” Ryker mumbled, not quite loud enough for anyone to hear unless they were downwind of the sleek black tomcat. He gazed at the rude molly, and then braced himself, imitating her battle stance, his jaw parted and claws digging into the ground. This SkyClan warrior could easily pass for a Dusk Syndicate fighter if it weren't for her scent, which was distinctly SkyClan's, not Syndicate's. He shifted restlessly, a hint of urgency entering the cat's mind. He was really in a hurry to find the yarrow and get back. To him, it was very important, although it could wait, but he didn't want to take so long, as he probably could've found his plant and been on his way by now. “What's it to you?” he snapped, scanning the undergrowth with his mouth open as he tried to spot or scent the distinctive and pungent scent that the yarrow gave off, but unsuccessfully. He looked up at the molly to see her stalking towards him with claws unsheathed and muscles rippling. She really did look like a fighter, and Ryker took a step away. “Jeez! I'm not looking for any trouble, but if it's a fight you want, be my guest.” Ryker snarled, his annoyance showing through in his tone of voice as he growled at the odd looking black and white molly. He dropped into a crouch, ready to spring to his paws and attack her, or to run off; he wasn't entirely sure what he wasgoing to do. He would rather peace over tooth and claws, and wanted to avoid bloodshed, but this molly seemed out to get him, and he couldn't understand why.
At his words- my kind not me- she eased. He stuttered, that was obvious, and he seemed more annoyed than anything. ”No fight.” she said, coming entirely out of battle stance and she sat on her haunches. Her eyes partly closed and a smile on her maw, making a sort of cocky look. ”What do you call yourself?” she asked, her threatening demeanor gone in a flash- here was her fire and ice personality. She let her tail sway, not flick, as her blue and orange eyes dulled and she looked like a nice, sweet molly. She was good with this- mostly because she was one of the most bipolar cats anyone might ever meet. And she loved how people would think she could rip open their throats, and in another moment she’s sweet, playful, flirty, fun. ”My name is Moonfang, by the way.” she said cooly, licking her paw and swiping it over her muzzle. Her tail fell over her paws and in the darkness what one might find beautiful, seems more sinister in the dark. She looked, seeing that he was missing an eye. Well if this goes sour than that means she can get a blind spot. She couldn’t help but to find the lean, one-eyed cat sort of- adorable. The way he seemed to be annoyed. ”Excuse my attitude earlier. Clan protocol.” she said with a sort of shrug.

Brilliance
June 29th, 2017, 11:52 AM
A pretty tortoiseshell from ShadowClan, named Eveningmoon (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/24/77/3f/24773f62b9d4cc930c4092502bea591e--two-faces-tortoiseshell-cat.jpg), glanced around the area she had found herself in. The territory was strange and odd scents flooded her senses as she pinned her ears back. "J-Just great.." she whimpered. All she'd wanted to do was escape the violence of her Clan, and now she was lost. Eveningmoon then calmed herself, taking in the scents. "I-I must be on the SkyClan and D-Dusk Syndicate boarder..." she realized, her pelt bristling from the mention of the feared and cruel Syndicate. Every cat feared them, yet she'd fled out of fear from ShadowClan. How pathetic.

Eveningmoon had always hated the dark, and violence as well. It scared her, the thought her claws could inflict life-threatening damage onto another cat. She didn't know why she was even thinking about this, she should be wondering how to get home. It was a complex route, and her pelt stunk of every Clan imaginable as she had walked a long way from home. She sighed, pawing at a few tufts of grass as she sat, unsure if she'd be welcome in SkyClan. She kept most of her body on that side of the boarder, as she'd rather die than join them and kill innocent cats.

The ShadowClan cat had no idea how to get to her Clan.. or if she even wanted to return. She always wondered if she would have a better life in another Clan. A less violent Clan. A less dark Clan. Eveningmoon wondered if SkyClan would accept her, but she shook the thought from her head. The cats wouldn't like her, no chance of kits or a mate.. but she took a deep breath. "H-Hello?" She mewed, with her ears pricked and eyes wide in case she alerted someone close-by. Her breaths were short and she felt oddly nervous. The tortoiseshell gulped, and Eveningmoon waited for a minute or two. "H-Hello?" She repeated, feeling she'd be forced back to ShadowClan if they saw her on their boarder and partially in their territory.

Constellation

Nearby, a chocolate furred tom laid lazily in a tree. His tail swishing below him, and his eyes fighting to stay awake. It was days like this where he rather be in the company of his brother. Hawkstorm always knew how to keep the party going, but he was probably with Raziel. The two had been spending a lot of time together, and that was something Robinstorm couldn’t be angry about. Robinstorm loved being around his older brother. Though the two had their fights, everyone around them could tell that it was much love. Much love indeed.

Since he was sent out on patrol, and nothing seemed to be happening. No Syndicate cats were confused of where they were to be. Robinstorm was a peace-maker, but he was also fiercely loyal. The tom would fight if he had to. If there were a way to avoid the fight, you best believe he would choose that option. The tom suddenly sat up, blinking sleep out his eyes and a nice, powerful yawn escaped his maw. As his tail curled around the tree, he looked off into the distance.

His ears perked. The saw the outline of a figure. Walking into their side of the border. Robinstorm let out a mew of alert, jumping down from the tree in a swift movement. The tom approached the other feline, cautiously. They could be trouble, for all he knew. He met many cats like that, and he never liked them. His nose scrunched. She was definitely not a Syndicate cat. She didn’t have that distinctive scent. When he took in her scent further, he figured she was from another clan.

Yet...why had she ventured out this far?

‘’You have no business strolling through Skyclan’s border.’’ He narrowed his eyes slightly at the pretty she cat. She looked harmless. She wouldn’t hurt anyone, even if looks could be deceiving. ‘’Who are you?’’ He stood more, proudly. He was quite the large tom, and had a bit of muscles. Though he was more of logical sense of the two brothers while Hawkstorm was more of the brawn; the muscles. ‘’You must be lost or something…’’ Robinstorm figured. He could smell fear markers coming from her, and he sat down on his haunches waiting for her to answer him.

wickedvirtues
June 29th, 2017, 12:17 PM
Nearby, a chocolate furred tom laid lazily in a tree. His tail swishing below him, and his eyes fighting to stay awake. It was days like this where he rather be in the company of his brother. Hawkstorm always knew how to keep the party going, but he was probably with Raziel. The two had been spending a lot of time together, and that was something Robinstorm couldn’t be angry about. Robinstorm loved being around his older brother. Though the two had their fights, everyone around them could tell that it was much love. Much love indeed.

Since he was sent out on patrol, and nothing seemed to be happening. No Syndicate cats were confused of where they were to be. Robinstorm was a peace-maker, but he was also fiercely loyal. The tom would fight if he had to. If there were a way to avoid the fight, you best believe he would choose that option. The tom suddenly sat up, blinking sleep out his eyes and a nice, powerful yawn escaped his maw. As his tail curled around the tree, he looked off into the distance.

His ears perked. The saw the outline of a figure. Walking into their side of the border. Robinstorm let out a mew of alert, jumping down from the tree in a swift movement. The tom approached the other feline, cautiously. They could be trouble, for all he knew. He met many cats like that, and he never liked them. His nose scrunched. She was definitely not a Syndicate cat. She didn’t have that distinctive scent. When he took in her scent further, he figured she was from another clan.

Yet...why had she ventured out this far?

‘’You have no business strolling through Skyclan’s border.’’ He narrowed his eyes slightly at the pretty she cat. She looked harmless. She wouldn’t hurt anyone, even if looks could be deceiving. ‘’Who are you?’’ He stood more, proudly. He was quite the large tom, and had a bit of muscles. Though he was more of logical sense of the two brothers while Hawkstorm was more of the brawn; the muscles. ‘’You must be lost or something…’’ Robinstorm figured. He could smell fear markers coming from her, and he sat down on his haunches waiting for her to answer him.



Eveningmoon thought she saw another cat, her fur bristling slightly as she forced her paws to be planted on the ground. What kind of warrior would she be if the tucked her tail and ran off like a scared kit? Her Clanmates - former Clanmates? Loner didn't sound too bad... - would never let her live it down. She swallowed dryly, her dislike of her Clan growing stronger with these thoughts as she let her mind wonder. Would I be hunted down by ShadowClan? Would they even notice I was gone? What if I can't find anyone to talk with? Snap out of it Eveningmoon!


Wait.. what if she got into a fight?! She was too small to fend off a large warrior, to nervous to fight correctly against even a decently sized apprentice even. She hoped the cat that would approach her would be friendly. Eveningmoon paced the boarder, her tail flicking nervously and her eyes focused on the ground and her paws. She saw the figure sit up as she lifted her head. The tortoiseshell sighed, slightly panicking and slightly relieved at the same time. Her emotions bounced around as she felt like she was going to pass out, though she kept herself from doing so.

Her muscles stiffened as he approached, and she was able to see him approaching, her ears pinned back and fear radiated off her in waves. He was cautious, and she was as well, though unwilling to step onto Syndicate territory and risk death. She held her ground, the scent of SkyClan clear on his pelt. Hers was a mess of scents, containing mostly ShadowClan. Eveningmoon saw the look, registering that she wasn't from the Syndicate and from a Clan.


"S-Sorry.." she managed to squeak, mentally slapping herself for how pathetic she sounded. She drooped her tail, her impression was not going well with the first SkyClan cat she saw. "I-I'm Eveningmoon from ShadowClan - formerly from ShadowClan - well, erm, it's complicated..." she rambled, her pelt hiding the severe blush on her face. He looked strong, and too hard for her to face. Now, if she didn't say anything stupid she wouldn't have to. "Well not really lost - you see - I sort of kind of left because of... something.." she replied, her voice dying to a whisper on the last word.

doghouse
June 29th, 2017, 01:10 PM
At his words- my kind not me- she eased. He stuttered, that was obvious, and he seemed more annoyed than anything. ”No fight.” she said, coming entirely out of battle stance and she sat on her haunches. Her eyes partly closed and a smile on her maw, making a sort of cocky look. ”What do you call yourself?” she asked, her threatening demeanor gone in a flash- here was her fire and ice personality. She let her tail sway, not flick, as her blue and orange eyes dulled and she looked like a nice, sweet molly. She was good with this- mostly because she was one of the most bipolar cats anyone might ever meet. And she loved how people would think she could rip open their throats, and in another moment she’s sweet, playful, flirty, fun. ”My name is Moonfang, by the way.” she said cooly, licking her paw and swiping it over her muzzle. Her tail fell over her paws and in the darkness what one might find beautiful, seems more sinister in the dark. She looked, seeing that he was missing an eye. Well if this goes sour than that means she can get a blind spot. She couldn’t help but to find the lean, one-eyed cat sort of- adorable. The way he seemed to be annoyed. ”Excuse my attitude earlier. Clan protocol.” she said with a sort of shrug.

Ryker hesitated, wondering if this was one the famed "Clan tricks" or she was actually not going to rip his throat out. Hoping that this wasn't a huge mistake, then one eyed lithe black tom sat down, but kept his muscular hind legs tensed and ready to run. He knew that not everyone was kind, but not everyone was cruel or cold hearted either, but some were neither and both, however hard to believe that may be. There was something about her, perhaps the cocky smile or how he perceived her as rather mischievous, even if she wasn't, that was how she came off as. “Well, I don't usual call myself anything, 'cause I'm not insane and I don't talk to myself, but the name's Ryker.” Ryker said in a cheerful sort of tone, flattening one ear and half wincing, wondering if he was being too open and not cautious enough. Moonfang? Oh, right! I'd forgotten how weird Clan names are. Ryker thought, cocking his head to one side for a moment before returning to a normal position. He kept his head angled slightly so that his eye was more towards Moonfang, so that he could see her better. “Odd name.” he commented, blinking and raising one paw. From how he was behaving, it was impossible to tell that he had a low self-esteem, but he did, he just hid it well. Ryker huffed. “So? If I were following Syndicate protocol, I would've attacked you by now and given you an offer few refuse.” he said, snorting slightly. He probably would've lost, but that wssjust his thinking. He didn't think he was any good at fighting, even though he'd won when he'd first joined.

monfang
June 29th, 2017, 01:24 PM
Ryker hesitated, wondering if this was one the famed "Clan tricks" or she was actually not going to rip his throat out. Hoping that this wasn't a huge mistake, then one eyed lithe black tom sat down, but kept his muscular hind legs tensed and ready to run. He knew that not everyone was kind, but not everyone was cruel or cold hearted either, but some were neither and both, however hard to believe that may be. There was something about her, perhaps the cocky smile or how he perceived her as rather mischievous, even if she wasn't, that was how she came off as. “Well, I don't usual call myself anything, 'cause I'm not insane and I don't talk to myself, but the name's Ryker.” Ryker said in a cheerful sort of tone, flattening one ear and half wincing, wondering if he was being too open and not cautious enough. Moonfang? Oh, right! I'd forgotten how weird Clan names are. Ryker thought, cocking his head to one side for a moment before returning to a normal position. He kept his head angled slightly so that his eye was more towards Moonfang, so that he could see her better. “Odd name.” he commented, blinking and raising one paw. From how he was behaving, it was impossible to tell that he had a low self-esteem, but he did, he just hid it well. Ryker huffed. “So? If I were following Syndicate protocol, I would've attacked you by now and given you an offer few refuse.” he said, snorting slightly. He probably would've lost, but that wssjust his thinking. He didn't think he was any good at fighting, even though he'd won when he'd first joined.
”I’m sure I would refuse. My brother my have not, but I will.” she sneered with a snarl under her breath. She loathed the syndicate, but he didn’t seem part of it. ”Well, Ryker, your name isn’t too well known either.” she chuckled as he commented on her name. ”So, you are a vicious syndicate cat huh? You don’t seem like it.” she said, tail swaying in front of her in a graceful way. She wasn’t one to really hold something against people. Well, now that she burned him, time for her cool breeze to put out the fire. ”Well, I must say you could pass as a SkyClan cat. You are lean, well built for multiple terrains, you seem to hold yourself well.” she went on, and she stood, but not too quickly- to not raise alarm. She stepped closer to him, and then sat down. ”What big battle did you face to earn that?” she asked, muzzle gesturing to his missing eye. She looked to the one still there, and she smiled slightly. He had a pretty eye. Ugh, focus Moonfang. she thought.

doghouse
June 29th, 2017, 04:01 PM
”I’m sure I would refuse. My brother my have not, but I will.” she sneered with a snarl under her breath. She loathed the syndicate, but he didn’t seem part of it. ”Well, Ryker, your name isn’t too well known either.” she chuckled as he commented on her name. ”So, you are a vicious syndicate cat huh? You don’t seem like it.” she said, tail swaying in front of her in a graceful way. She wasn’t one to really hold something against people. Well, now that she burned him, time for her cool breeze to put out the fire. ”Well, I must say you could pass as a SkyClan cat. You are lean, well built for multiple terrains, you seem to hold yourself well.” she went on, and she stood, but not too quickly- to not raise alarm. She stepped closer to him, and then sat down. ”What big battle did you face to earn that?” she asked, muzzle gesturing to his missing eye. She looked to the one still there, and she smiled slightly. He had a pretty eye. Ugh, focus Moonfang. she thought.

Ryker nodded. She didn't look like the sort of cat that would accept the offer. She seemed more like the type that would rather die than admit defeat. He smiled slightly, then stopped quickly, trying to tell himself that he could not have friends outside of the Syndicate, which was equal to saying he could not have friends. “No, I suppose it isn't.” he chuckled, his stutter gone, which showed that he no longer saw her as a major threat. He stuttered a lot when nervous or rather fearful, and stuttered almost constantly when speaking with his fellow cats of the Dusk Syndicate. “I don't think I am. I'm a healer, you see. The lower and kinder rank. Not as cold, not as vicious.” But that doesn't mean we can't fight. He added, smirking slightly. He nodded in thanks, and he would've said she could pass well as a fighter, but he guessed that to a SkyClan cat, that would be taken as an insult. He watched as she stood, tensing, then relaxing as the black and white molly sat down again. “Testing.” Ryker muttered, turning that side of his face away from her. Testing was where a cat joining the Syndicate was either deemed worthy or unworthy. Ryker had lost the fight, and his eye, but his performance had been better than that of the cat he fought, and he was deemed worthy. He shuddered slightly at the memory, and fluffed out his pelt as if he was cold. Looking back, the thin black tom looked at her orange and blue eyes. He had to admit, she was different, and her eyes were quite beautiful.

monfang
June 30th, 2017, 08:32 AM
Ryker nodded. She didn't look like the sort of cat that would accept the offer. She seemed more like the type that would rather die than admit defeat. He smiled slightly, then stopped quickly, trying to tell himself that he could not have friends outside of the Syndicate, which was equal to saying he could not have friends. “No, I suppose it isn't.” he chuckled, his stutter gone, which showed that he no longer saw her as a major threat. He stuttered a lot when nervous or rather fearful, and stuttered almost constantly when speaking with his fellow cats of the Dusk Syndicate. “I don't think I am. I'm a healer, you see. The lower and kinder rank. Not as cold, not as vicious.” But that doesn't mean we can't fight. He added, smirking slightly. He nodded in thanks, and he would've said she could pass well as a fighter, but he guessed that to a SkyClan cat, that would be taken as an insult. He watched as she stood, tensing, then relaxing as the black and white molly sat down again. “Testing.” Ryker muttered, turning that side of his face away from her. Testing was where a cat joining the Syndicate was either deemed worthy or unworthy. Ryker had lost the fight, and his eye, but his performance had been better than that of the cat he fought, and he was deemed worthy. He shuddered slightly at the memory, and fluffed out his pelt as if he was cold. Looking back, the thin black tom looked at her orange and blue eyes. He had to admit, she was different, and her eyes were quite beautiful.

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Moonfang nodded, an understanding gaze in her eyes. "Well many mollies must fall over for you then. Being so strong." she teased, a purr rolling from her throat. She smiled sweetly, her tail swaying ever so slowly. What she said was true, him looking strong. She was more for the heavy running and fighting, he seemed built for sprinting and steal attacking. "Ryker, why did you join the syndicate? You could have made a life in a clan, and kept that ol' eye. Why the place of kit-stealing mercilessly murderers?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice and gaze. She asked her brother the same thing. He didn't answer. She knew that the lower the rank the worse kind of treatment is given. And he was the lowest rank, so he must have been treated horribly. And she may have just met him, but he had a sort of vibe off him, and it eased her aching heart and raging mind. She wondered why, but she felt she might just get attached to the one-eyed syndicate healer. She found him adorable, in all honesty. It was hard not to. He had that little flair to him, and she liked people with flairs. Like Crowswipe, how he seemed to be as bull-headed as her. But she had a different licking for this one- he didn't belong where he was.
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doghouse
June 30th, 2017, 01:51 PM
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Moonfang nodded, an understanding gaze in her eyes. "Well many mollies must fall over for you then. Being so strong." she teased, a purr rolling from her throat. She smiled sweetly, her tail swaying ever so slowly. What she said was true, him looking strong. She was more for the heavy running and fighting, he seemed built for sprinting and steal attacking. "Ryker, why did you join the syndicate? You could have made a life in a clan, and kept that ol' eye. Why the place of kit-stealing mercilessly murderers?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice and gaze. She asked her brother the same thing. He didn't answer. She knew that the lower the rank the worse kind of treatment is given. And he was the lowest rank, so he must have been treated horribly. And she may have just met him, but he had a sort of vibe off him, and it eased her aching heart and raging mind. She wondered why, but she felt she might just get attached to the one-eyed syndicate healer. She found him adorable, in all honesty. It was hard not to. He had that little flair to him, and she liked people with flairs. Like Crowswipe, how he seemed to be as bull-headed as her. But she had a different licking for this one- he didn't belong where he was.
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Ryker shifted uneasily, and he wondered what she was playing at, if that was what she was doing anyways. He shook his head. “No, but I'm sure you're popular among the tomcats.” the leggy black healer remarked, deciding that he could play her game, too. She looked strong and well built, and judging by the ferocity that she had showed to him a few moments ago, she wasn't afraid to a show her wild side. He had to admit, however wrong this felt, talking in a friendly manor with any cat, and being treated kindly back, it was a nice change from the tough acting insult hurling cats if the Syndicate, where he never knew who was going to kill you when you weren't looking, and constantly had to be watching you're back. “Funny story, actually. You see, I was told of the Clans. I was told if a met a group of fierce border protective cats, it was a Clan. Thought the Syndicate was a Clan and chose to join. I was happy with my decision until I learned that it wasn't a Clan.” he said, dipping his head. Now, it was his turn, so with a brief moment of hesitation, he asked his question. “So, have you always lived in SkyClan?” Curiosity blazed like green fire in his eye as he waited, wondering what the pretty molly's response would be. For yes, he did see Moonfang as rather pretty, and something about her seemed other worldly compared to all the mollys he'd spoken with.
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Brilliance
June 30th, 2017, 03:20 PM
Eveningmoon thought she saw another cat, her fur bristling slightly as she forced her paws to be planted on the ground. What kind of warrior would she be if the tucked her tail and ran off like a scared kit? Her Clanmates - former Clanmates? Loner didn't sound too bad... - would never let her live it down. She swallowed dryly, her dislike of her Clan growing stronger with these thoughts as she let her mind wonder. Would I be hunted down by ShadowClan? Would they even notice I was gone? What if I can't find anyone to talk with? Snap out of it Eveningmoon!


Wait.. what if she got into a fight?! She was too small to fend off a large warrior, to nervous to fight correctly against even a decently sized apprentice even. She hoped the cat that would approach her would be friendly. Eveningmoon paced the boarder, her tail flicking nervously and her eyes focused on the ground and her paws. She saw the figure sit up as she lifted her head. The tortoiseshell sighed, slightly panicking and slightly relieved at the same time. Her emotions bounced around as she felt like she was going to pass out, though she kept herself from doing so.

Her muscles stiffened as he approached, and she was able to see him approaching, her ears pinned back and fear radiated off her in waves. He was cautious, and she was as well, though unwilling to step onto Syndicate territory and risk death. She held her ground, the scent of SkyClan clear on his pelt. Hers was a mess of scents, containing mostly ShadowClan. Eveningmoon saw the look, registering that she wasn't from the Syndicate and from a Clan.


"S-Sorry.." she managed to squeak, mentally slapping herself for how pathetic she sounded. She drooped her tail, her impression was not going well with the first SkyClan cat she saw. "I-I'm Eveningmoon from ShadowClan - formerly from ShadowClan - well, erm, it's complicated..." she rambled, her pelt hiding the severe blush on her face. He looked strong, and too hard for her to face. Now, if she didn't say anything stupid she wouldn't have to. "Well not really lost - you see - I sort of kind of left because of... something.." she replied, her voice dying to a whisper on the last word.

Robinstorm looked the female over. His gaze roamed her pelt before he gave a light huff. ''Shadowclan, huh?'' He asked, making sure to keep his voice deep and full of power. After all, she was in their territory and Robinstorm had to protect the territory of Skyclan despite where she came from. The tom himself didn't know much about Shadowclan--or, any of the other clans for that matter. He didn't have to worry about them. Only the Syndicate cats because that was their only enemy.

Robinstorm could tell she was scared. Though he still held his guard up. What if she was putting on a front? He would had looked stupid, and the tom did not want that to happen. Additionally, he found himself curious as to why she traveled this far to get away from...this Shadowclan. The name itself sounded dark, and for a moment, Robinstorm wondered if Shadowclan was another Dusk Syndicate. Then, he simply sat down, and gave his paw a couple rasp licks.

''You should be here,'' he said quickly. He wasn't that bad of a tom. In fact, he was more so benevolent, very helpful, and charming when wanting to be. Yet, he still had a clan to protect. So far, the female didn't look evil. She looked...vulnerable. Drained of her energy. Perhaps from traveling such a long way. ''Why did you come here? Why did you run?'' It was dangerous to be talking to another cat from a different clan. He should be running her off by now, but for some odd reason he didn't want to. He figured he could help her--if, she were in actual trouble, that was.