Dusk Syndicate Clearing [Archive]

The Cannibal

October 6th, 2016, 02:45 PM

{For Echo!}
{Wasn't sure if you wanted to continue where left off or not so here's the last two replies of the roleplay!}
{Echos’ Post}Unsure of his words, the she-cat merely shrugged it off not wanting to go into details about his whole list idea. Whether he had a mental note who he disliked the most or not wasn't her concern. When her time came to meet his claws again, she'd simply accept this fate. It's just how this feline was. Sure she shouldn't go out without trying to defend herself... if she had the chance, but she wouldn't try to compromise her way out of it. Besides, there was no chance anyone could change Hannibals mind about something, was there? That was another unknown thing about the strange gray tom-cat. Hardly anyone knew anything about him. He was unpredictable from what she knew. "Very many possibilities, although I have an idea you'd chose whatever made me suffer the most. We both know very well that even with Hera around now, you wouldn't stop this time," Illusion was almost admitting she would die under this feline's claws. It was almost as if she were expecting it at any minute. But who wouldn't when you were facing such a menacing feline? It'd be a lie to say you don't at least let the thought cross your mind once. "No one would try to stop you this time. Dusk Syndicate in itself would just take it as an act to removing the weak after all, although I don't consider myself weak here. Unless you could say otherwise," she stated simply.

A new feline entered the clearing and her depths turned away from Hannibal and onto the feline and a kittypet. Simply staring, Illusion awaited the feline to do something. "Well speak of a weak link," she murmured almost directly to Hannibal. Who she was referring to was unknown. Why would a syndicate cat walk in and try to make himself seem strong by killing off a mere kittypet. Kittypets were toys in her eyes, but the worst way to show strength. Perhaps she was referring to the kittypet. They weren't worth keeping around and pratically useless when it came to combat. Her gaze drifted back to Hannibal almost as if she were waiting for an agreement or his own comment.

{My Post}Eerie gaze fixed on her as she shrugged, Hannibal twitched his tail a bit, wondering if she was thinking it over even if she had shrugged, part of him slightly wanting her to have the idea stuck in her brain to ponder and torture her thoughts, wondering if she was on that list even if there wasn't a list at all, psychological torture was very interesting to watch in Hannibals' opinion. To destroy a cats mind slowly, drive them to paranoia.. Oh he loved to watch it. But part of him knew that Illusion wasn't that easy to get into her mind, to toy with it. He didn't quite want to try harder, he'd pick here and there, but never try harder than that, perhaps one day he could chip that wall that surrounded her mind down, or perhaps not, perhaps he'd simply grow tired of waiting and end her once and for all. One of his ears swiveled slightly as he heard her respond. A hollow smile appeared on his lips, his muscles pulling the corners up but there was no emotion behind that smile, it was just an action without meaning really. "Everyone in this Syndicate is weak in their own regards including myself Illusion. Whether another cat will ever find that out, I'm not sure, but if I killed other cats because they were weak, then why isn't everyone here dead?" There was a burning of something unkown in his eyes as he focused his gaze on hers momentarily before slowly he swiveled his head at hearing the voice of some cat in the center of camp, his nose twitching slightly as he pulled in the two scents.

It was a Syndicate cat and a kittypet, Hannibal heaving out a quiet breath as he listened and watched the two, his interest plummeting immensely. Some cats really had no class did they? Or were they perhaps so desperate to show some sort of power that they had to do something as.. Simple as this. His ear swiveled slightly at Illusions comment, but he didn't utter a single word, in fact it almost appeared that he didn't even really hear her. Growing bored with the little scene, he began to groom his chest fur, deciding that if whoever that cat was ended up killing the kittypet, as he's sure what was going to happen, he would take the corpse for himself. It had been a while since he had tasted cat flesh, and it's only good if it's fresh.

Caligo Everton

October 6th, 2016, 03:45 PM

Ash padded out into the clearing and stretched yawning.

judas

October 7th, 2016, 05:22 PM

[ QUOTE=Ash;736]Ash padded out into the clearing and stretched yawning.[/QUOTE]
Shadow looked at Ash,moving her head to the side."Is something wrong Ash?"She asked,flicking her tail to the side. The kit never talked to her any more,ever since She started to threaten Dark.
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Elric sat in the clearing looking around,the tom Moved his ears around,trying to spot twig.

SuspiciousMindz

October 9th, 2016, 01:24 AM

{For Echo!}

{My Post}Eerie gaze fixed on her as she shrugged, Hannibal twitched his tail a bit, wondering if she was thinking it over even if she had shrugged, part of him slightly wanting her to have the idea stuck in her brain to ponder and torture her thoughts, wondering if she was on that list even if there wasn't a list at all, psychological torture was very interesting to watch in Hannibals' opinion. To destroy a cats mind slowly, drive them to paranoia.. Oh he loved to watch it. But part of him knew that Illusion wasn't that easy to get into her mind, to toy with it. He didn't quite want to try harder, he'd pick here and there, but never try harder than that, perhaps one day he could chip that wall that surrounded her mind down, or perhaps not, perhaps he'd simply grow tired of waiting and end her once and for all. One of his ears swiveled slightly as he heard her respond. A hollow smile appeared on his lips, his muscles pulling the corners up but there was no emotion behind that smile, it was just an action without meaning really. "Everyone in this Syndicate is weak in their own regards including myself Illusion. Whether another cat will ever find that out, I'm not sure, but if I killed other cats because they were weak, then why isn't everyone here dead?" There was a burning of something unkown in his eyes as he focused his gaze on hers momentarily before slowly he swiveled his head at hearing the voice of some cat in the center of camp, his nose twitching slightly as he pulled in the two scents.

It was a Syndicate cat and a kittypet, Hannibal heaving out a quiet breath as he listened and watched the two, his interest plummeting immensely. Some cats really had no class did they? Or were they perhaps so desperate to show some sort of power that they had to do something as.. Simple as this. His ear swiveled slightly at Illusions comment, but he didn't utter a single word, in fact it almost appeared that he didn't even really hear her. Growing bored with the little scene, he began to groom his chest fur, deciding that if whoever that cat was ended up killing the kittypet, as he's sure what was going to happen, he would take the corpse for himself. It had been a while since he had tasted cat flesh, and it's only good if it's fresh.

Illusion merely blinked at his response. This was true. Everyone had a weakness, some were harder to find than others -- Hannibal for example. Her blue depths were focused on the smoky tom-cat. There was so much mystery within this feline, it could drive a cat wild to not understand it. Especially when the other feline knows that he's tormenting them with his mind games. The transition is slow but noticeable. Maybe that's what drove Illusion to her deceptive ways? Who knew. The past is the past after all. The silky furred feline continued to watch him, thinking of what to say next.

The kittypet and the Syndicate cat were nothing special to watch and sort of faded into the background. Background noise as one should say. "So Hannibal," she began. Once more her voice was light, soft, a sort of kittypetish tone. "Then what has kept you from added to your famous list of dead cats?" The words rolled off her tongue. It didn't phase her. Quite frankly, she found Hannibal intriguing. Whenever she noticed him strolling about Syndicate, questions always flooded her mind. What made him tick? What is he thinking? What is his next move? They'd all go unanswered, but asking never hurt anything right? And he didn't need to know she thought these things about her. She simply needed him to think she was scared of him. That she was nervous around him. Sure, the act was half true, but deep down Hannibal was just another cat. Enhanced function was just an add-on

The Cannibal

October 10th, 2016, 09:42 AM

Illusion merely blinked at his response. This was true. Everyone had a weakness, some were harder to find than others -- Hannibal for example. Her blue depths were focused on the smoky tom-cat. There was so much mystery within this feline, it could drive a cat wild to not understand it. Especially when the other feline knows that he's tormenting them with his mind games. The transition is slow but noticeable. Maybe that's what drove Illusion to her deceptive ways? Who knew. The past is the past after all. The silky furred feline continued to watch him, thinking of what to say next.

The kittypet and the Syndicate cat were nothing special to watch and sort of faded into the background. Background noise as one should say. "So Hannibal," she began. Once more her voice was light, soft, a sort of kittypetish tone. "Then what has kept you from added to your famous list of dead cats?" The words rolled off her tongue. It didn't phase her. Quite frankly, she found Hannibal intriguing. Whenever she noticed him strolling about Syndicate, questions always flooded her mind. What made him tick? What is he thinking? What is his next move? They'd all go unanswered, but asking never hurt anything right? And he didn't need to know she thought these things about her. She simply needed him to think she was scared of him. That she was nervous around him. Sure, the act was half true, but deep down Hannibal was just another cat. Enhanced function was just an add-on

Just like any cat, Hannibal the monster had a weakness, he had a chink in his armor like anyone else unlike what the popular belief was, yes he could be beaten. But unlike most cats, as Illusion has likely come to know, his weakness is exceptionally hard to spot, and it will likely never be spotted by another cat. As Illusion focused her gaze on him, his gaze was focused elsewhere, not on the scene that was happening in the clearing, but really.. At nothing in particular, his orange gaze clouded slightly as he thought about something, who knows what it was, no one could really tell what this stone of a cat thought.

But his former trainees voice brought him back out of his thoughts and caused him to focus his attention back on her, those emotionless orange depths settling to stare at her. That soft light tone that she was doing had no effect whatsoever on him, his ears simply swiveled to face her so that he could hear her better. The dark grey tom paused for a moment, simply looking at her, thinking of his answer and whether he should answer her at all, he wasn't obligated to share his reasoning, but he had no reason not to. Or perhaps he could just give her part of the truth and keep her wondering, or give her the whole truth and make it seem like he was lying, or simply lie straight out. Oh the possibilities. "Maybe because I enjoy watching them think about my next move. Maybe it's because I enjoy slowly degrading their minds and slowly pushing them towards madness, it will happen eventually Illusion if I keep picking, no matter how strong you believe your mind to be, there is always a breaking point and I'm slowly chipping away. Maybe I just want them to keep guessing and wondering if the next day is perhaps their last." Not a single emotion sparked on his face as he spoke, the words came out smoothly but without any form of emotion attached to them, it would be impossible to decipher whether this was a ploy or whether there was truth to it, nothing about him would give her any sort of answer. And as he spoke.. It almost appeared that he was also speaking about her, why he hadn't add her to that 'famous list'. It was up to her whether she wanted to believe this or not. His gaze never left hers and he simply watched, he watched very carefully.

Caligo Everton

October 10th, 2016, 09:45 AM

[ QUOTE=Ash;736]Ash padded out into the clearing and stretched yawning.
Shadow looked at Ash,moving her head to the side."Is something wrong Ash?"She asked,flicking her tail to the side. The kit never talked to her any more,ever since She started to threaten Dark.
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Elric sat in the clearing looking around,the tom Moved his ears around,trying to spot twig.[/QUOTE]

Shadow
"No im absolutely fine." She hissed back. Shadow had never seen the hatred coming from dark amid at her. She had never taken her side. She wanted to be a medicine cat but she didn't know if she could put up with her mentor.

SuspiciousMindz

October 11th, 2016, 12:57 PM

Just like any cat, Hannibal the monster had a weakness, he had a chink in his armor like anyone else unlike what the popular belief was, yes he could be beaten. But unlike most cats, as Illusion has likely come to know, his weakness is exceptionally hard to spot, and it will likely never be spotted by another cat. As Illusion focused her gaze on him, his gaze was focused elsewhere, not on the scene that was happening in the clearing, but really.. At nothing in particular, his orange gaze clouded slightly as he thought about something, who knows what it was, no one could really tell what this stone of a cat thought.

But his former trainees voice brought him back out of his thoughts and caused him to focus his attention back on her, those emotionless orange depths settling to stare at her. That soft light tone that she was doing had no effect whatsoever on him, his ears simply swiveled to face her so that he could hear her better. The dark grey tom paused for a moment, simply looking at her, thinking of his answer and whether he should answer her at all, he wasn't obligated to share his reasoning, but he had no reason not to. Or perhaps he could just give her part of the truth and keep her wondering, or give her the whole truth and make it seem like he was lying, or simply lie straight out. Oh the possibilities. "Maybe because I enjoy watching them think about my next move. Maybe it's because I enjoy slowly degrading their minds and slowly pushing them towards madness, it will happen eventually Illusion if I keep picking, no matter how strong you believe your mind to be, there is always a breaking point and I'm slowly chipping away. Maybe I just want them to keep guessing and wondering if the next day is perhaps their last." Not a single emotion sparked on his face as he spoke, the words came out smoothly but without any form of emotion attached to them, it would be impossible to decipher whether this was a ploy or whether there was truth to it, nothing about him would give her any sort of answer. And as he spoke.. It almost appeared that he was also speaking about her, why he hadn't add her to that 'famous list'. It was up to her whether she wanted to believe this or not. His gaze never left hers and he simply watched, he watched very carefully.

The silky white she-cat listened carefully. Even though no emotion came from his voice, his words were rather threatening. It was unnerving. Illusion didn't know how to reply to such words, she was utterly speechless, his blue depths showing a sense of shock. Hannibal had not only confirmed her thoughts, but added to them. This feline was some type of evil she didn't know about. "Well..." She spoke quietly, her optics narrowing as she pushed away her sense of shock and unnerve. "The day you chip away my mind to nothing is the day you can make a holiday," she began to imply that her mind was hard to break. In reality, if you knew Illusion well enough, you'd know how to get through to her.

Changing the subject, the she-cat turned towards the clearing. Her front paws finally tucked beneath his frame and her fluffy tail curled up around her side. "You'll never let anyone understand you, will you, Hannibal?" She asked calmly now. Her optics didn't waver from the clearing. His words echoed in her mind threatening to fester.
[Writers block for some reason x.x I swear the next post will be way better]

vos

October 11th, 2016, 01:15 PM

Hexict

October 11th, 2016, 02:04 PM

vos

October 11th, 2016, 02:05 PM

Hexict.
Yeah, of course <3 anyone can hop on in. ]]

Hexict

October 11th, 2016, 02:19 PM

(thanks :))

Sitting in the clearing by himself, a young healer was thinking silently. There had a been a lot going on in the Healers' den suddenly, with the birth of two litters and a cat was injured. Though now everything was fine and calmed down, but had wanted to spend some time out of the den for a bit. Arrow's gaze seemed to unconsciously travel the clearing, ans stopped when he noticed Luck leaving the den. Despite sharing a den and an occupation, Arrow never really spoken to Luck before, but it wasn't to hard to see why he hadn't. Luck had a... dark look to him, and wasn't the friendliest cat in the Syndicate, though there were a lot of terrible cats in the Syndicate so it wasn't like Lusk was the worst. He decided that it was about time that he talked to Lusk, even if the older tom wouldn't be talkative. "Hello," Arrow mewed as he approached the black Healer, giving him a cautious yet friendly smile.

vos

October 11th, 2016, 02:32 PM

A sigh rattles his bones. He spots Arrow approaching from the corner of his good eye, where the image isn’t blurred at the edges, or resembling the result of a heavy downpour through pressed lashes.
He doesn’t argue when the tom comes to meet him, and Lusk only expects it’s to do with the lack of other felines deemed appropriate enough to speak with. The dark tom tilts his head upwards, ears flattening against his skull. He listens as Arrow sits so neatly, so prettily, beside him. There’s a lot Lusk could ask him -- about the births, about the injuries, about his work -- and yet he refuses, stubborn, but flicks one ear up in Arrow’s direction, clear indication to how he’s expecting the younger tom to prompt a conversation.

A few seconds pass. He should’ve expected it. Arrow is a quiet cat; he’s likely sat there debating on how to spit out something -- but truthfully, Lusk is just as awkward. He just happens to give less of a worry about it.

“What?” Rumbles his baritone, thunder in a storm, with both the power to relax and influence fear in one. He gives, uttering the first word, but he keeps his gaze hidden and his nose raised.

Hexict

October 11th, 2016, 02:58 PM

The brownish red tom let the silence fall between him and Luck, but he felt a bit uncomfortable about it. If he knew the other cat, than he wouldn't be as bothered by the lack of words. He blinked in surprise when Lusk suddenly asked 'what'. "I've realize that we haven't really talked... so I just wanted to get to know you..." as he said it, Arrow started to realize that that may sound dumb, and glanced away for a moment. He found himself unable to say anything, nor could even think of anything. He did want to get to know Lusk, but it was difficult when he didn't know how.

vos

October 11th, 2016, 05:10 PM

The Cannibal

October 11th, 2016, 05:20 PM

The silky white she-cat listened carefully. Even though no emotion came from his voice, his words were rather threatening. It was unnerving. Illusion didn't know how to reply to such words, she was utterly speechless, his blue depths showing a sense of shock. Hannibal had not only confirmed her thoughts, but added to them. This feline was some type of evil she didn't know about. "Well..." She spoke quietly, her optics narrowing as she pushed away her sense of shock and unnerve. "The day you chip away my mind to nothing is the day you can make a holiday," she began to imply that her mind was hard to break. In reality, if you knew Illusion well enough, you'd know how to get through to her.

Changing the subject, the she-cat turned towards the clearing. Her front paws finally tucked beneath his frame and her fluffy tail curled up around her side. "You'll never let anyone understand you, will you, Hannibal?" She asked calmly now. Her optics didn't waver from the clearing. His words echoed in her mind threatening to fester.
[Writers block for some reason x.x I swear the next post will be way better]
That was one of the many things that Hannibal was good at, not directly stating a threat but fully intending it in his tone and in his words, he was a master crafter of language really, which was one of the many things that caused cats to become intrigued by him. Hannibal looked away after saying this to Illusion, the tip of his tail flicking lightly as he sensed the pause as Illusion drank in his words, surely noticing the hidden threat that was there, the hidden information intended for her to decipher. He didn't need to look into her eyes to feel that small sense of shock that rippled through her at his words. Good, she got the meaning. She's gotten more intelligent. Thought the tom quietly, but really, it wouldn't have mattered to him whether she had gotten it or not. Turning his head as he heard her finally gather her thoughts, he looked at her once more, ears focused in her direction. "Yes, well perhaps that holiday will come sooner than you believe Illusion." Was all he said and yet it was dripping with malice to the point where even the most idiotic and numb of cats could have heard it, and yet the words came out as smooth as ever, as if he were simply talking about the weather. It was clear her implication didn't matter to Hannibal, because what he said was true. If he wanted to break you down to nothing, he would.

The dark grey tom wasn't at all surprised that Illusion would want to change the subject, she had just gotten barely a taste of the darkness that was dwelling within this creature, most cats would have wanted to change the subject far before what it came to with Illusion. "Hm?" The question intrigued him, his gaze focusing on her fully now, before it appeared as if he was distracted. "I enjoy watching others guess.. But really, no. I would never let anyone understand me, mostly because I don't believe anyone is capable of understanding me. You may try, some have, and they've failed." His eyes flashed with a strange look, something unknown and yet.. It should have been clear what had happened to these cats that have failed to understand him, painfully clear.
{It's all good! :^D}

Fel

October 11th, 2016, 05:20 PM

[[open post!]]

Lusk creeps from within the confines of the healer's abode, reeking of dust and decay, medicinal undertones stinging at the nostrils of the fellow syndicate cats that brush by him, never close enough to really touch his broad form. None of them are recognizable, all strangers under his warped gaze. It fails to unsettle him, regardless of how alien the surroundings are when your main source of navigation happens to be your sense of smell.

It's a brief, fleeting thought, but the faces of long-since passed cats burn their way into his mind, dissipating after a second. He can't smell them, isn't sure if he'd even be able to after so long. He tells himself it's fine. None of them were friends to begin with. Neomora, Hazel, and who was it...? He can't recall the name of the tom who'd spent moons alongside him within the healer's den, his only aid whilst the syndicate still had cats attacking others from clans, larger in numbers, and for what? Some sense of pride? He'd be having none of it.

He supposes, at the end of it all, his frustrations stem from the fact that he just doesn't find himself all that fond of fighters -- and likely never will.

Curling his tail over his paws, he settles into his own thoughts, basking in what's left of the early fall sun.

Hamlet had grown older now, and the trainee still remembered when he was first assigned to Arrow, when he didn't know what to do except to be a healer, when his assignment was all he knew, and his outlook on life was rather innocent and open-minded. He would be alright with anything, as long as he got away alive, as long as the tom decided to keep thinking positively about himself and others. He was kind, and loved every single cat who walked out into the clearing. He bounced around and brightened everyone's day up just a smidgen- but now...

His sisters were gone. Peach was gone, and a new Commander had taken the stage, one he didn't trust. He didn't talk to anyone nowadays, staying cooped up in his den most of the time, thinking it a waste to talk to others. He'd realized how easy it was for other cats to die here, and how he couldn't get attached to anyone- it was weakness. He'd never really made any friends, any more connections than he had to make. He met Hannibal- and then ran away.

"..." Striding into the clearing quietly, there wasn't much the tom could say for himself as he headed towards the fresh-kill pile, his stomach rumbling from hours of sorting herbs by himself, cooping up inside of his den and hiding away from the real world. His eyes caught sight of Lusk, and something clicked in his mind- a familiar face? Walking over to where the cat was, he sat close to them- both Lusk and his trainer, Arrow, his tail flicking in a greeting as he set a piece of prey down in front of him.

"...Hello." He mumbled, taking a bite of the vole he'd laid out in front of him.

Crumbleless

October 11th, 2016, 05:30 PM

(Open post)
Oak squeezed himself through the thorny entrance stretching out by arching his striped tabby back. His brown gaze traveled the clearing a moment. Maybe those mousebrained hunters caught something good to eat. The exhilarated nine moon old trotted briskly to the fresh kill pile sniffing about the small surface. There were a few scrawny mice and two voles in the nearly empty pile and Oak decided that he would take the best of the bunch plucking out the vole with a hooked claw. The young Dusk Syndicate member hoped this was his last meal as a kit since he would be made a higher rank hopefully by the end of this moon. Oak scarfed down the vole licking his jaw as he finished the morsel and then cleaning himself with brisk strokes.

SuspiciousMindz

October 11th, 2016, 06:00 PM

That was one of the many things that Hannibal was good at, not directly stating a threat but fully intending it in his tone and in his words, he was a master crafter of language really, which was one of the many things that caused cats to become intrigued by him. Hannibal looked away after saying this to Illusion, the tip of his tail flicking lightly as he sensed the pause as Illusion drank in his words, surely noticing the hidden threat that was there, the hidden information intended for her to decipher. He didn't need to look into her eyes to feel that small sense of shock that rippled through her at his words. Good, she got the meaning. She's gotten more intelligent. Thought the tom quietly, but really, it wouldn't have mattered to him whether she had gotten it or not. Turning his head as he heard her finally gather her thoughts, he looked at her once more, ears focused in her direction. "Yes, well perhaps that holiday will come sooner than you believe Illusion." Was all he said and yet it was dripping with malice to the point where even the most idiotic and numb of cats could have heard it, and yet the words came out as smooth as ever, as if he were simply talking about the weather. It was clear her implication didn't matter to Hannibal, because what he said was true. If he wanted to break you down to nothing, he would.

The dark grey tom wasn't at all surprised that Illusion would want to change the subject, she had just gotten barely a taste of the darkness that was dwelling within this creature, most cats would have wanted to change the subject far before what it came to with Illusion. "Hm?" The question intrigued him, his gaze focusing on her fully now, before it appeared as if he was distracted. "I enjoy watching others guess.. But really, no. I would never let anyone understand me, mostly because I don't believe anyone is capable of understanding me. You may try, some have, and they've failed." His eyes flashed with a strange look, something unknown and yet.. It should have been clear what had happened to these cats that have failed to understand him, painfully clear.
{It's all good! :^D}

Illusion's pelt seemed to crawl with the unease she felt. His words just echoed once more in her mind before she forcefully pushed them away for good. Although as she did this, they only seemed to be replaced with another threat. Hannibal was trying to get to her. She couldn't let that happen. This time she seemed to be more prepared and didn't react towards his words. Her pelt lay flat once more and her optics shifted towards the gray tom-cat. They held no more emotion and instead seemed to be studying the evil feline next to her.

"Perhaps that would be best for you, but that only half answered my question," she spoke with a calm tone, watching him carefully. "Are you refusing to grow close... well let me reword that," she paused, thinking of the words she was going to say next. "Are you refusing to allow anyone to get to know you... to have someone that you can go to as an ally or a 'friend'?" she asked instead, allowing him some time to answer before she continued. "Or do you think you're better alone for your life?" she finished with her tail tip twitching beside her. The white she-cat simply waited for his answer now. Unsure of how he'd answer, although she expected something about how he doesn't need anyone or that he doesn't want anyone getting that close to him. It was a typical Syndicate cat answer, even though most were hypocrites about it. Perhaps Hannibal was different? Or gave her an unusual answer?

The Cannibal

October 11th, 2016, 07:25 PM

Illusion's pelt seemed to crawl with the unease she felt. His words just echoed once more in her mind before she forcefully pushed them away for good. Although as she did this, they only seemed to be replaced with another threat. Hannibal was trying to get to her. She couldn't let that happen. This time she seemed to be more prepared and didn't react towards his words. Her pelt lay flat once more and her optics shifted towards the gray tom-cat. They held no more emotion and instead seemed to be studying the evil feline next to her.

"Perhaps that would be best for you, but that only half answered my question," she spoke with a calm tone, watching him carefully. "Are you refusing to grow close... well let me reword that," she paused, thinking of the words she was going to say next. "Are you refusing to allow anyone to get to know you... to have someone that you can go to as an ally or a 'friend'?" she asked instead, allowing him some time to answer before she continued. "Or do you think you're better alone for your life?" she finished with her tail tip twitching beside her. The white she-cat simply waited for his answer now. Unsure of how he'd answer, although she expected something about how he doesn't need anyone or that he doesn't want anyone getting that close to him. It was a typical Syndicate cat answer, even though most were hypocrites about it. Perhaps Hannibal was different? Or gave her an unusual answer?
A slight breeze gusted through the rather quiet, dim-lit Syndicate camp, tugging at a few tufts of Hannibal's short grey fur, though he made no move to groom them down, not just yet, his head turning away thoughtfully as he dwelled on the conversation he was having with his former trainee. It was an interesting one for sure, much better than the simple, mindless speak that some cats come up to him with, and the fact that made it all the more interesting, not necessarily to him, but in general, was that it was the one cat who escaped his claws, even if barely. Did any cat even know that aside from the three that were there? Or had Illusion and Hera been smart enough not to talk about it? Hannibal would know if they have, whether cats know it or not, he listens to everything. Even if he looks like he's simply laying there, grooming, he's listening to the conversations, pulling out information that he wants to know.

With his head still turned, the only indication that he was still listening to her was his swiveled ears that were attuned to her. Whether he looked distracted or not, he was listening to her words very carefully, fully aware that Illusion was watching him just as carefully as he was listening. He thought about the question carefully, allowing her to fully finish what she was saying and then giving it some time afterwards, his head not bothering to turn back to look at her when he finally decided to answer. "You know what, you've been fair in answering my question, so I'll be fair in answering yours. I will give you an honest answer Illusion, hows that? "I don't refuse cats from getting close to me, they can try if they do so wish. They can think I'm their friend, but really. I have yet to find a cat that has caught my intention long enough for me to want to keep them alive. Or perhaps I have, but they ended up breaking the only rule I hold when interacting with other cats, one you should know very well." His orange gaze flashed back to her for a moment. "I'm rather indifferent about having 'friends', it doesn't matter to me. But I don't refuse cats from trying, though usually they just all end up the same."

Hexict

October 12th, 2016, 06:48 AM

"Oh, you've realized, have you? It only took you a fair few moons." There's no real bite in the large cat's tone; he simply sounds like he's pointing something out. Lusk turns his face downwards, glances over the smaller tom slowly -- almost judgemental.

"...What is there to know?" It's rhetoric. He doesn't wait for a response, instead canting his head owlishly. "Are you still the syndicate's chew toy?" Lusk prompts, referring to Arrow's previous occupation of being a target for cats small and large. Lusk has been a healer for as long as he recalls, but he's never received trouble from the other members for it. He wonders why.

Just kidding. He knows why.

The younger tom wasn't sure what to say when Luck pointed out that it had been moons and yet Arrow hadn't tried to get to know him before. He started to feel bad for that, sure Lusk seemed unapproachable, but that wasn't a real reason to prevent conversations - pr at least Arrow didn't want it to keep him away... any longer.They shared a den and profession, and he believed it was time that they spoke a little. Opening his maw to answer Lusk's question about what wanted to know, but as soon as he did so the larger tom was already moving onto another question. The brownish-red cat widened his deep blue orbs at this, and was silent for a moment. "Uh... well... I-I suppose," he sounded awkward as he answered, and glanced away. "Does anyone bother you?" Arrow doubted it, but Healers were considered the lowest rank anyway.

Arrow turned as Hamlet approached them, and waved his tail politely to his apprentice, offering a friendly smile. He knew that the trainee was looked to get to know Lusk as well, and he did want his apprentice and Lusk to talk too, so he turned and wanted to see if Lusk greeted Hamlet back. He could tell that Lusk wasn't really in the mood for friends, but was he ever?

vos

October 12th, 2016, 02:24 PM

Caligo Everton

October 12th, 2016, 04:38 PM

Moonfur

Ash walked up to shadow wondering if she would accept her. "I want to be a healer. Your apprentice." She said boldly.

The Cannibal

October 12th, 2016, 06:44 PM

Hexict

October 12th, 2016, 07:03 PM

fenic! / Hexict

Lusk nearly finds the trainee unrecognizable for a second, up until Hamlet's form clears in his murky sight. He's still unable to put a name to a face, but it's the same with Arrow. He barely knows anyone by their names -- the ones he does recall happen to be cats long gone. Neomora is the first to spring to mind, a name he's unable to forget.

The larger tom shakes himself out, his fur standing on end as Hamlet settles down beside them both, so different from how Lusk remembers. He doesn't question it, instead giving a tiny dip of his head in greeting. Better than nothing. His gaze lingers on the youngest of the group as he responds to Arrow.

"If I recall, one cat was so bold. A fighter, perhaps." Those pale orbs of him slip closed, and for a moment, if's as if he's but a shadow. "...They're no longer around. You'd think they'd be wiser when spouting rude comments to the cats that hold their lives in our paws."

He was take aback by Lusk's short story, speaking of a cat that Arrow doubted he knew himself. He wasn't sure what to say when Lusk finished. Arrow didn't need any more information to know that the cat in the story was killed. And the killer... He quickly shook his head, and then stared at Lusk with shocked orbs.

He quickly threw a look towards Hamlet, but then returned his gaze back to Lusk. "Was... was that the only cat who was insulting?" He asked gingerly, not sure if he really did want to know the answer to that, and hoped that it was the only cat to have done that.

Fel

October 12th, 2016, 07:11 PM

@fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21) / @Hexict (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=20)

Lusk nearly finds the trainee unrecognizable for a second, up until Hamlet's form clears in his murky sight. He's still unable to put a name to a face, but it's the same with Arrow. He barely knows anyone by their names -- the ones he does recall happen to be cats long gone. Neomora is the first to spring to mind, a name he's unable to forget.

The larger tom shakes himself out, his fur standing on end as Hamlet settles down beside them both, so different from how Lusk remembers. He doesn't question it, instead giving a tiny dip of his head in greeting. Better than nothing. His gaze lingers on the youngest of the group as he responds to Arrow.

"If I recall, one cat was so bold. A fighter, perhaps." Those pale orbs of him slip closed, and for a moment, if's as if he's but a shadow. "...They're no longer around. You'd think they'd be wiser when spouting rude comments to the cats that hold their lives in our paws."

Hamlet honestly shrugged at Lusk's story, not knowing the beginning of it nor the meaning of the end- he was growing bigger now, but he kept his own sense of ignorance towards different feelings as he got older, not caring much about what others thought of him- besides, he hadn't made any 'friends' in a long while, anyways. The tom remembered a few snippets of conversation between him and... another cat, in this same spot, moons ago.

Yeah. It is really bright. But isn't it beautiful?" Something prompted him to ask more questions, talk to this mysterious cat who seemed to be a healer; the occupation he had thought of being his only option in this community. Oh, the questions he had to ask were simply daunting for a kit his size, but he wanted to know everything there was about herbs and healing- everything. "Hey... What's your name? I'm Hamlet." He started off with, before continuing with a second question before he stopped to let Lusk reply. "You're a healer, right?"

Oh, they'd talked before.

vos

October 12th, 2016, 07:31 PM

Hamlet honestly shrugged at Lusk's story, not knowing the beginning of it nor the meaning of the end- he was growing bigger now, but he kept his own sense of ignorance towards different feelings as he got older, not caring much about what others thought of him- besides, he hadn't made any 'friends' in a long while, anyways. The tom remembered a few snippets of conversation between him and... another cat, in this same spot, moons ago.

Yeah. It is really bright. But isn't it beautiful?" Something prompted him to ask more questions, talk to this mysterious cat who seemed to be a healer; the occupation he had thought of being his only option in this community. Oh, the questions he had to ask were simply daunting for a kit his size, but he wanted to know everything there was about herbs and healing- everything. "Hey... What's your name? I'm Hamlet." He started off with, before continuing with a second question before he stopped to let Lusk reply. "You're a healer, right?"

Oh, they'd talked before.

Lusk doesn't actually intend to imply that he'd been the demise of a cat (he hadn't, actually,) -- but then again, who hasn't? He turns his head away from the smaller tom, settling it upon his coworker, of sorts. His good eye blinks slowly, as if he's coming back down to reality.

"Insulting?" It clicks after a moment. He recalls the topic they'd never left. "In the syndicate, yes. I joined sometime after Neomora was given her position." He feels he's oversharing, dropping his guard under Arrow's wide eyes. He snorts, catching himself -- Arrow hadn't asked. There's a little voice that gnaws at him, tells him to shut up and turn away from the both of them.

Strangely, he does not.

"Hamlet." Lusk addresses the younger suddenly, turning to stare blankly down at the cat. He recalls the same conversation, the same time, out under the glaring sun with a kit bold enough to approach him. "...Do you still enjoy the sun?"

lio

October 12th, 2016, 08:01 PM

{For @Pandora (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=134)}

Every day was the same for Wrath, every day appeared to be clouded in a red haze of anger, it took up everything he did, blinded his judgments and everything else, not that he was aware of this, but really, he was helpless to his nature. There was nothing that he could do to change this. He was born angry and he'd likely die angry. Really anger is an understatement of what it is, it's more like absolute, pure hatred, wrath, infinite and violent revulsion. There has not been a time in his life where he's even been remotely close to the soft term 'angry', much less anything close to this emotion that cat's call happy. It was almost as if he was cursed with only feeling one emotion, the one he was named after. One could look upon him with pity, the poor cat couldn't experience any sort of joy in life, any sort of love, all it was.. Was anger. But should you choose to pity him though, make sure you do it far from him, in fact, I advise you always stay far from him. Considering his strong hatred, he tends to be extremely volatile and has been known to violently lash out at others should they get too close and he's in one of his worse stages of wrath, once even killing a kit with a single blow to the head. He's just.. He's a very violent cat and should really be overall avoided.
Wrinkling his nose into a horrendous scowl, the messy-furred, large tom stalked out of the den for the fighters, his head lowered and his muscles rippling beneath his coat of long fur. He gruffly made his way to the tattered pile of prey, sifting through it roughly with one of his large paws before yanking out his choice of prey, a squirrel, and prowling off to a good spot to eat it, plopping down with an audible thud and beginning to rip into it, most of the other cats giving him a wide birth as they passed by, Wrath simply ignoring them.

A tortoiseshell she-cat looked around, her one amber eye shining maliciously. Her tail flicked and she blinked at Wrath, watching him. With a roll of her eyes and a huff the she-cat, with the name of Mercy, stood up and slowly began walking towards her brother. The younger cat stood in front of him, her tail lashing from side to side. It seemed as if she was in a.. better mood than usual. Her ears flicked and she clawed at the ground as the one amber eye upon her face narrowed. Now, she was truly half blind. From a rather foolish incident when she was a kit, Mercy is niw missing her right eye.
Lowering her head, Mercy cocked it to the side and blinked at her older sibling of a different litter. "Wow, you look like sunshine and rainbows." The one-eyed tortie mewed sarcastically. Ignoring the horrored looks from other cats, seeing these two rather intimidating cats together was like pure horror. Most cats stayed away from Mercy because of her eye. Others, didn't like her bloodthirsty personality. Going hunting with her was like a death sentence. Mercy flicked her tail. "Typical." She mewed aloud, rolling her eye again and glancing over at Wrath. "So," Mercy began, adding a British accent to her voice, "whatcha doin' there Wrath?" A sickly sweet smile made its way across her maw, but then settled down to a smirk. Her amber eye blazed, mischeviousness and ambition in her gaze.

Appixel

October 12th, 2016, 09:00 PM

[open post]

Corazon and Neira sat on opposite ends of the clearing. The sisters were identical in appearance. Tall, slim felines built for speed and stealth. Light brown tabbies leaning more towards a tawny color with piercing amber colored eyes. That is where their similarities end. Stolen from their mother at four moons old, Neira all too readily, in Corazon's opinion, accepted with change of scenery and forgot her old life completely, including any lingering hope of returning hom. She quickly grew cold and heartless. There was not a remorseful bone left in her body. Only bloodlust remained. She was loyal to the Syndicate and the Syndicate alone.

Corazon, on the other paw, hated this place with a burning passion. The dirty streets and loud noises were horrid to her and she clung onto the memories of the quiet forest clearing they had once resided in. Despite her hatred for the Syndicate, she accepted the fact that she would have to play along, so to speak, to some extent if she ever wanted to return leave and return home. Luckily, she had been assigned the role of Hunter. She didn't have to aid in the kidnapping of helpless kittens. Even so, she did have to witness the utter horrendousness of these felines as a whole. They feared weakness. They were so afraid that they either killed the weak or banished them to starve to death or be killed by something else.

Corazon clung to the wall of one of the buildings at the edge of the clearing. She stayed in the shadows, as per usual. She hoped not to be noticed for fear she would be told to do something she didn't want to; told to do something utterly against her morals. Her tail twitched nervously as she slowly groomed her ragged fur. She hadn't taken the time to do so in what seeme like moons. There were no streams or lakes to bathe in here. Just disgusting puddles and slimy sewer pipes. Across the clearing, Neira lounged under a street light. She wasn't afraid to put herself where she would be noticed. All she wanted was to be sent out once again. She needed something to do. The thrill of a kill or stealing a kitten for the Syndicate, ripping it away from a home it would never see again, was what sustained her.

SuspiciousMindz

October 13th, 2016, 12:23 AM

A slight breeze gusted through the rather quiet, dim-lit Syndicate camp, tugging at a few tufts of Hannibal's short grey fur, though he made no move to groom them down, not just yet, his head turning away thoughtfully as he dwelled on the conversation he was having with his former trainee. It was an interesting one for sure, much better than the simple, mindless speak that some cats come up to him with, and the fact that made it all the more interesting, not necessarily to him, but in general, was that it was the one cat who escaped his claws, even if barely. Did any cat even know that aside from the three that were there? Or had Illusion and Hera been smart enough not to talk about it? Hannibal would know if they have, whether cats know it or not, he listens to everything. Even if he looks like he's simply laying there, grooming, he's listening to the conversations, pulling out information that he wants to know.

With his head still turned, the only indication that he was still listening to her was his swiveled ears that were attuned to her. Whether he looked distracted or not, he was listening to her words very carefully, fully aware that Illusion was watching him just as carefully as he was listening. He thought about the question carefully, allowing her to fully finish what she was saying and then giving it some time afterwards, his head not bothering to turn back to look at her when he finally decided to answer. "You know what, you've been fair in answering my question, so I'll be fair in answering yours. I will give you an honest answer Illusion, hows that? "I don't refuse cats from getting close to me, they can try if they do so wish. They can think I'm their friend, but really. I have yet to find a cat that has caught my intention long enough for me to want to keep them alive. Or perhaps I have, but they ended up breaking the only rule I hold when interacting with other cats, one you should know very well." His orange gaze flashed back to her for a moment. "I'm rather indifferent about having 'friends', it doesn't matter to me. But I don't refuse cats from trying, though usually they just all end up the same."

The white she-cat listened carefully. Another question popped into her mind. Although she patiently awaited for the gray tom-cat to finish talking, knowing that interrupting him would only cause tension she didn't need. That is, if he didn't attack her for it first. It could be considered rude, nonetheless, she didn't speak. It was true after all, she had learned her lesson... for a while at least. It wouldn't be a permanent thing as of any typical feline. Once Hannibal had finished talking, she took in those last few words and almost seemed to write them down in her mind. ...they just all end up the same she automatically knew what this meant. "But Hannibal," she began without hesitation. Her whiskers quivered just the slightest as the question began to fester at the tip of her tongue. "What type of feline could ever hold your attention long enough?" Obviously the white she-cat knew Hannibal would grow tired of her eventually. It was inevitable. She also knew she couldn't just change overnight to be that feline either. Not that she'd want to. Of course she once looked up this feline, but not now. Even this queen of deception wouldn't want to be quite the monster this cat had become over his lifespan. It was simply an innocent question. Perhaps it was a question many wanted to ask, but dared not to. "There won't be another feline like you unless you decide to pass your lineage down one day" she commented with a flick of his tail tip. Although the that statement made her scoff with amusement. Hannibal? Have kits? Nonsense. Of course it could never be out of love. Not for this cat at least. "Even speaking so, you already know how you tick so deciphering a feline similar to you wouldn't be hard," she half murmured, assuming what she was speaking was true enough for even Hannibal to agree on. Turning her attention away from the feline near her, she focused her depths on the clearing. More cats had entered it which brought her optics something new to stare upon.

Hexict

October 13th, 2016, 08:16 AM

Lusk doesn't actually intend to imply that he'd been the demise of a cat (he hadn't, actually,) -- but then again, who hasn't? He turns his head away from the smaller tom, settling it upon his coworker, of sorts. His good eye blinks slowly, as if he's coming back down to reality.

"Insulting?" It clicks after a moment. He recalls the topic they'd never left. "In the syndicate, yes. I joined sometime after Neomora was given her position." He feels he's oversharing, dropping his guard under Arrow's wide eyes. He snorts, catching himself -- Arrow hadn't asked. There's a little voice that gnaws at him, tells him to shut up and turn away from the both of them.

Strangely, he does not.

"Hamlet." Lusk addresses the younger suddenly, turning to stare blankly down at the cat. He recalls the same conversation, the same time, out under the glaring sun with a kit bold enough to approach him. "...Do you still enjoy the sun?"

Arrow offered a nod of understanding. Many cats in the Syndicate were insulting and rude, even to each other but are worse towards those they believe are under them. He also took note as Lusk spoke of Neomora, the first Commander that Arrow had known. Though the younger Healer hadn't really known her all that well, and wasn't sure how to feel about her. Under her rule the Syndicate was allowed to attack the clans and steal their kits - and as a stolen kit with a formerly warm and comfortable home, Arrow wasn't really approving towards that. But Neomora had let him became a Healer, so he did have to give her that.

The tom was pleased that Renn was keeping the semi-peace between the clans. The Syndicate and the clans weren't friends but they no longer fought like they use to. Arrow was one to frown upon violence. He perked up as Lusk now addressed Hamlet. He furrowed his brows when the larger tom asked the small trainee if he still enjoyed the sun. "Have you two spoken before?" Arrow felt like a mouse-brain as he asked, but he wasn't too sure why.

monfang

October 13th, 2016, 02:29 PM

Katana padded past Lynx and Salem, ignoring their conversation. The she-cat grabbed the freshest piece of food she could find, and began to ate. Dereven saw her, and padded up. "Hey, that was my kill!" they growled. "And... It was in the kill pile... like you will be soon if you don't stop! Growl at me again, and Hannibal will have a feast tonight." she snarled. Dereven's eyes widened. "You wouldn't..." "Oh, no? Well, let's see... try to take my food again, and I promise you, Hannibal will be picking your bones from his teeth!" she said, baring her teeth with a hissy snarl, which drew them back. Lynx and Salem walked over. "Is there a problem Katana?" Salem asked. "Ask that fool." she said, her eyes down on her food and she pawed it. Dereven growled. "We'll see who Hannibal will be feasting upon! Stupid kit!" they snarled, and the flicked around and stomped off. "Hmph... Hannibal will be happy tonight..." she said, and stood up, following Dereven.

Empress Of Evil

October 28th, 2016, 09:15 PM

fenic!

Sparta tumbled out of the nursery, doing a forward roll accidently before landing on his back. The young kit sat up and looked around, his eyes wide. He saw many cats. Cats who seemed familiar, yet at the same time, complete strangers. This being the first time he had ever been able to escape the warm clutches of the nursery and mother and father, seeing many new cats filled him with wonder. "Wow! Do these cats all really live here?" Sparta exclaimed, to no one in particular. He scrambled to his paws, shaking his thick, dark pelt that was now covered in dust. His big paws carried him a little distance from the nursery, getting him closer to the middle of the clearing. He noticed his sister, Chiaki was talking to a strange cat. The big cat had a pelt that looked like him, but white paws and chest. The thought never came to him that that strange tom cat could be the big scary monster Lilith had told him and his littermates of.

Empress Of Evil

October 29th, 2016, 11:28 PM

The Cannibal

October 30th, 2016, 05:53 PM

@Duskflight

Tundra padded through the camp entrance. Her expression blank but her eyes shifted around uneasily. She walked off to a quiet spot where she was almost certain she would not be disturbed. She wasn't a fan of cats talking to her. She was much too shy. The siberian she cat sat down and started to groom her matted pelt. Through her rhythmic licks, she would occasionally glance up to see if any cat looked like they would want to talk to her. Feeling relieved that no cat seemed to be approaching she continued to smooth down her fluffy pelt for a little longer. Tundra soon started to drift off into another world. Dreaming about a world where everything was peaceful, no crazy cats, no death. A place where she could get out of her nest and not fear the cats she lived with. Everyday for Tundra was just a day where she feared someone would hurt her or her close ones. Of which she didn't have many of. As Tundra was floating around in peace, she hadn't realised she had been continuously licking the same arm for about 5 minutes. If anyone had been watching her for the past 5 minutes they would've noticed.
(Sorry it's not very long. I find it hard to make starters long)
{It's all good, I'm not too good at making exceptionally long starters either xD}

As Tundra padded through the entrance to camp, Hannibal settled down with a raven near the fighters den, his eerie orangish-red gaze focused on the she-cat, not for any particular reason as he began to neatly pluck the feathers from the bird of his choice. Analyzing her as he did most cats, it wasn't hard to decipher that she was fairly uneasy, about what, he didn't know, perhaps it was the place she lived in, it could tend to make many cats uneasy, not him, but many. Or perhaps something had happened out in the territory, maybe she did something that she was supposed to and was hoping that she had covered up enough of the evidence so no one would find out. There were many possibilities and quite frankly, Hannibal didn't care at the moment, his gaze settling back on his meal as he plucked off the last of the black feathers. Unsheathing his claws, the dark grey tom neatly drug one from the top of the birds throat down to it's tail end, a neat trail of blood flowing from either side of the incision and also coating the single claw that he had used to make the cut. With the incision made, the emotionless tom carefully licked the dark red liquid from his claw before edging his muzzle into the incision in the bird, meticulously pulling out the entrails and setting them in a neat pile off to the side before beginning to dig in, his gaze refocusing on Tundra again. She had settled down by now and was licking herself, her gaze distant, clearly thinking about something. And thinking about it deeply too it appears because she continued to lick the same spot, over and over and over. If he could feel amusement, he might have felt it then, but he was incapable of feeling anything so he simply stared as he continued to eat the plucked and disemboweled raven, not saying a word. Many cats found Hannibal much too creepy to want to uphold any sort of conversation with him, his unblinking gaze and emotionless stature, and the pure fact that they knew exactly what he did, and it would be surprising if Tundra would be the same as most of the others.

Empress Of Evil

November 2nd, 2016, 01:42 AM

{It's all good, I'm not too good at making exceptionally long starters either xD}

As Tundra padded through the entrance to camp, Hannibal settled down with a raven near the fighters den, his eerie orangish-red gaze focused on the she-cat, not for any particular reason as he began to neatly pluck the feathers from the bird of his choice. Analyzing her as he did most cats, it wasn't hard to decipher that she was fairly uneasy, about what, he didn't know, perhaps it was the place she lived in, it could tend to make many cats uneasy, not him, but many. Or perhaps something had happened out in the territory, maybe she did something that she was supposed to and was hoping that she had covered up enough of the evidence so no one would find out. There were many possibilities and quite frankly, Hannibal didn't care at the moment, his gaze settling back on his meal as he plucked off the last of the black feathers. Unsheathing his claws, the dark grey tom neatly drug one from the top of the birds throat down to it's tail end, a neat trail of blood flowing from either side of the incision and also coating the single claw that he had used to make the cut. With the incision made, the emotionless tom carefully licked the dark red liquid from his claw before edging his muzzle into the incision in the bird, meticulously pulling out the entrails and setting them in a neat pile off to the side before beginning to dig in, his gaze refocusing on Tundra again. She had settled down by now and was licking herself, her gaze distant, clearly thinking about something. And thinking about it deeply too it appears because she continued to lick the same spot, over and over and over. If he could feel amusement, he might have felt it then, but he was incapable of feeling anything so he simply stared as he continued to eat the plucked and disemboweled raven, not saying a word. Many cats found Hannibal much too creepy to want to uphold any sort of conversation with him, his unblinking gaze and emotionless stature, and the pure fact that they knew exactly what he did, and it would be surprising if Tundra would be the same as most of the others.

(Sorry for late reply!)
Tundra suddenly fell out of dreamland and landed in reality as she felt a certain pair of reddish coloured eyes staring at her. She looked down, deciding to ignore whatever she though had been watching her, for the fear an angry cat might be staring at her and might get mad if she looked up. She worried about silly things, but that's the way this she cat worked. Tundra studied her arm which was quite wet from all the grooming. Much more damp then when she normally groomed herself. Tundra blew gently on her arm in attempt to dry up her fur, not liking the dampness. Obviously it didn't really work out. Tundra forgot about the strange feeling that someone had been watching her earlier and she looked up, scanning the clearing. Nothing really caught the attention of her amberish, greenish hues. Except for a pair of bold coloured eyes. Redish eyes. In other words Hannibal's eyes. Tundra kept herself from shuddering. She hadn't talked to Hannibal before. She had seen him talking to others but never her. In her opinion Hannibal had always seemed like a scary cat, that seemed violent but calm at the same time. But despite the fact she couldn't really prove her predictions, one thing she was sure of was that those rare coloured eyes would always send a chill down her spine every time her gaze past them. Tundra looked down near Hannibal's paws, hoping he hadn't noticed her studying him. Lying, scattered around his paws she caught a glimpse of a few feathers. Maybe he was eating a bird earlier?, She thought. Tundra squinted her eyes as she swear she had snatched a look of something red and dark. Something that wasn't his eyes. Was that....blood on his claws? With that, Tundra shuddered. It was too hard for her to hide it. Tundra knew she was being stupid. I mean, what kind of a cat is scared of blood when they see it every time they eat and fight? Still, blood gave Tundra the shivers. Tundra moved her gaze towards a spot next to Hannibal, wanting to stop looking at the blood splattered claws. Only to be horrified once again with a sight of bird entrails. She wanted to throw up. Sure. She saw entrails every time she ate a piece of prey but she would throw it into a pile of dirt and cover it up or some other option like that. She would never pack it into a neat pile. Tundra took her gaze away from there as well her face now looking even more uneasy and returned her sight back on the ground in front of her.

The Cannibal

November 6th, 2016, 03:47 PM

(Sorry for late reply!)
Tundra suddenly fell out of dreamland and landed in reality as she felt a certain pair of reddish coloured eyes staring at her. She looked down, deciding to ignore whatever she though had been watching her, for the fear an angry cat might be staring at her and might get mad if she looked up. She worried about silly things, but that's the way this she cat worked. Tundra studied her arm which was quite wet from all the grooming. Much more damp then when she normally groomed herself. Tundra blew gently on her arm in attempt to dry up her fur, not liking the dampness. Obviously it didn't really work out. Tundra forgot about the strange feeling that someone had been watching her earlier and she looked up, scanning the clearing. Nothing really caught the attention of her amberish, greenish hues. Except for a pair of bold coloured eyes. Redish eyes. In other words Hannibal's eyes. Tundra kept herself from shuddering. She hadn't talked to Hannibal before. She had seen him talking to others but never her. In her opinion Hannibal had always seemed like a scary cat, that seemed violent but calm at the same time. But despite the fact she couldn't really prove her predictions, one thing she was sure of was that those rare coloured eyes would always send a chill down her spine every time her gaze past them. Tundra looked down near Hannibal's paws, hoping he hadn't noticed her studying him. Lying, scattered around his paws she caught a glimpse of a few feathers. Maybe he was eating a bird earlier?, She thought. Tundra squinted her eyes as she swear she had snatched a look of something red and dark. Something that wasn't his eyes. Was that....blood on his claws? With that, Tundra shuddered. It was too hard for her to hide it. Tundra knew she was being stupid. I mean, what kind of a cat is scared of blood when they see it every time they eat and fight? Still, blood gave Tundra the shivers. Tundra moved her gaze towards a spot next to Hannibal, wanting to stop looking at the blood splattered claws. Only to be horrified once again with a sight of bird entrails. She wanted to throw up. Sure. She saw entrails every time she ate a piece of prey but she would throw it into a pile of dirt and cover it up or some other option like that. She would never pack it into a neat pile. Tundra took her gaze away from there as well her face now looking even more uneasy and returned her sight back on the ground in front of her.
{Jeez, I'm sorry about this late reply!}
It was a reaction most cats had when they felt that hollow, searing pair of orangeish-red eyes focused on them from a distance, a feeling of dread creeping over them as they peered over their shoulder to find the dark tom seated a good bit away, calmly washing a paw, or eating, or simply sitting there or laying there, staring at them, observing them. Just as he was doing to Tundra now. His gaze never left her, even when she perked her attention up enough to look around the clearing to see who was watching her until meeting his eyes, he didn't blink, he didn't move his gaze, he simply stared as she continued to eat. It almost gave a sense of foreboding, as if a silent threat that the she-cat could end up just like the bird he was carefully eating now, or perhaps that could all be in your imagination. There was no telling with Hannibal. No one understands him and likely, no one will. Perhaps it's because he didn't want to be understood, or perhaps no cat was able to get close enough to understand him, or perhaps he lets cats understand him from time to time only to lead them to crippling insanity or lead them to an unspeakable demise. Again, no one knows. Only one thing was known about Hannibal, and that was that he was very dangerous. Many cats outright avoided him, some had the nerve to speak to him, and a very daring few had gone out alone with him in the forest, some to never return. It was rumored that he was a cannibal, that he ate some of his victims and hid the bones, some even saying that he's eaten kits before, and when you looked into his eyes, you could see the souls of the cats that had fallen at his claws and fangs. But this was all rumor.. Right? Nonetheless, one thing was for certain, this cat was extremely creepy and sent shivers down many other cats' spines.
Hannibal didn't miss a thing as he observed her from his position, he saw her studying him and he saw her look down as if to cover up that she had been looking at him, perhaps silently hoping that he wouldn't get up and speak to her about it. She was looking over his meal. His way of eating was strange and very particular, many cats were disgusted or creeped out by the way he ate, removing all of the feathers in a neat pile, disemboweling it and sometimes even beheading it before digging in. And it was clear Tundra wasn't too fond of it either, though he showed no sign at all of anything going through his mind as he watched her shudder, his face was as blank and emotionless as always. It seemed she had had enough of watching him eat and he simply flicked his tail, eyes still focused on her as he chomped through bones and flesh, occasionally using a paw to hold the carcass still as he tore neatly at the piece of prey.

Empress Of Evil

November 12th, 2016, 03:43 PM

{Jeez, I'm sorry about this late reply!}
It was a reaction most cats had when they felt that hollow, searing pair of orangeish-red eyes focused on them from a distance, a feeling of dread creeping over them as they peered over their shoulder to find the dark tom seated a good bit away, calmly washing a paw, or eating, or simply sitting there or laying there, staring at them, observing them. Just as he was doing to Tundra now. His gaze never left her, even when she perked her attention up enough to look around the clearing to see who was watching her until meeting his eyes, he didn't blink, he didn't move his gaze, he simply stared as she continued to eat. It almost gave a sense of foreboding, as if a silent threat that the she-cat could end up just like the bird he was carefully eating now, or perhaps that could all be in your imagination. There was no telling with Hannibal. No one understands him and likely, no one will. Perhaps it's because he didn't want to be understood, or perhaps no cat was able to get close enough to understand him, or perhaps he lets cats understand him from time to time only to lead them to crippling insanity or lead them to an unspeakable demise. Again, no one knows. Only one thing was known about Hannibal, and that was that he was very dangerous. Many cats outright avoided him, some had the nerve to speak to him, and a very daring few had gone out alone with him in the forest, some to never return. It was rumored that he was a cannibal, that he ate some of his victims and hid the bones, some even saying that he's eaten kits before, and when you looked into his eyes, you could see the souls of the cats that had fallen at his claws and fangs. But this was all rumor.. Right? Nonetheless, one thing was for certain, this cat was extremely creepy and sent shivers down many other cats' spines.
Hannibal didn't miss a thing as he observed her from his position, he saw her studying him and he saw her look down as if to cover up that she had been looking at him, perhaps silently hoping that he wouldn't get up and speak to her about it. She was looking over his meal. His way of eating was strange and very particular, many cats were disgusted or creeped out by the way he ate, removing all of the feathers in a neat pile, disemboweling it and sometimes even beheading it before digging in. And it was clear Tundra wasn't too fond of it either, though he showed no sign at all of anything going through his mind as he watched her shudder, his face was as blank and emotionless as always. It seemed she had had enough of watching him eat and he simply flicked his tail, eyes still focused on her as he chomped through bones and flesh, occasionally using a paw to hold the carcass still as he tore neatly at the piece of prey.

Tundra's amberish and greenish coloured hues concentrated hard on the dusty ground in front of her. Feeling a gaze, once again, upon her. Frozen and not daring to look up, terrified of the fact she might catch Hannibal observing her. She had always thought that when Hannibal observed cats it looked as if they would be a worthy piece of prey for him to kill. She gulped at the thought and kept her gaze on the ground. It was liked she was trying to dig a hole into the ground with her eyes. Tundra's concentration was snapped as she heard a low rumble from her belly. Her ears flattened and she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She lifted her eyes slightly, just enough so that she could at least look around, and not at the ground. Her eyes scanned the clearing. No one was near her, hopefully no one had heard her belly make that embarrassing noise. She hated being embarrassed. The attention would all be on her and cats laughed at her, not with her. Tundra thought for a moment. She realised she was fussing about being embarrassed over a rumble in her belly. It's not anyone would care. Would they? Everyone's belly would rumble at some point in their life. Tundra sighed and shook her head slightly and slowly. Remembering her rumbling belly she gulped. She didn't exactly want to walk up to the fresh kill pile. Afterall, what if a cat talked to her? She would probably stuff up and say something awkward....just like she always did. Oh come on Tundra! It's just walking to the prey pile and picking up a piece of prey! How hard can that be?, Tundra thought, scolding herself for her fears. But then what if Hannibal is observing me while I walk up and get a piece of prey? Then I'd probably slip and fall over. How embarrassing! Then he'd laugh at me and get others to join in. Wait, does Hannibal even laugh?, Tundra thought, many thoughts of how simply walking up to the prey pile could lead to public humiliation. Feeling annoyed with herself she finally got the guts to rise to her paws and started to pad reluctantly towards that pile of prey that lay in the middle of the clearing.
Tundra's eyes raked through the pile quickly while she used her paws to dig in deeper. Her gaze landed on a plump squirrel that lay on the very bottom. She bent down to pick it up, her head accidentally knocking the rest of the prey over and tumbling down. She grasped the squirrel in her mouth and straightened up. She looked down and say the toppled pile laying in front of her. Had anyone seen that? Her eyes nervously looking from one side of the clearing to the other. There was this small thing nagging at her, a thing that made her want to wail. She couldn't even get a piece of prey without knocking anything over! Why did Tundra have to be....well, Tundra? An awkward cat who was clumsy and couldn't even take a single piece of prey from the pile without humiliating herself. She really hated herself sometimes. She blinked away small droplets that started to form in her eyes and trotted off quickly to the spot she was previously in before, tail drooping and head down.

doghouse

November 13th, 2016, 10:05 AM

Chaos sighed. He was bored. There wasn't much to do when you couldn't fight anyone. He wished that he could walk up the the nearest cat and claw them to pieces, but alas, that wouldn't be a very good idea. The huge muscular tom padded over to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a mouse. For such a huge tom, he didn't eat much. His massive shoulders jutted out of his thick gray and black pelt, and anger gleamed in the yellow depths of his orbs. He hissed in frustration and sat to eat his mouse. Maybe I was stupid for choosing to be a fighter....? Naw. He shrugged and devoured the mouse in a few hungry gulps, then he stood and padded away into the territory. Maybe there's someone there I can fight....

The Cannibal

November 13th, 2016, 03:33 PM

Tundra's amberish and greenish coloured hues concentrated hard on the dusty ground in front of her. Feeling a gaze, once again, upon her. Frozen and not daring to look up, terrified of the fact she might catch Hannibal observing her. She had always thought that when Hannibal observed cats it looked as if they would be a worthy piece of prey for him to kill. She gulped at the thought and kept her gaze on the ground. It was liked she was trying to dig a hole into the ground with her eyes. Tundra's concentration was snapped as she heard a low rumble from her belly. Her ears flattened and she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She lifted her eyes slightly, just enough so that she could at least look around, and not at the ground. Her eyes scanned the clearing. No one was near her, hopefully no one had heard her belly make that embarrassing noise. She hated being embarrassed. The attention would all be on her and cats laughed at her, not with her. Tundra thought for a moment. She realised she was fussing about being embarrassed over a rumble in her belly. It's not anyone would care. Would they? Everyone's belly would rumble at some point in their life. Tundra sighed and shook her head slightly and slowly. Remembering her rumbling belly she gulped. She didn't exactly want to walk up to the fresh kill pile. Afterall, what if a cat talked to her? She would probably stuff up and say something awkward....just like she always did. Oh come on Tundra! It's just walking to the prey pile and picking up a piece of prey! How hard can that be?, Tundra thought, scolding herself for her fears. But then what if Hannibal is observing me while I walk up and get a piece of prey? Then I'd probably slip and fall over. How embarrassing! Then he'd laugh at me and get others to join in. Wait, does Hannibal even laugh?, Tundra thought, many thoughts of how simply walking up to the prey pile could lead to public humiliation. Feeling annoyed with herself she finally got the guts to rise to her paws and started to pad reluctantly towards that pile of prey that lay in the middle of the clearing.
Tundra's eyes raked through the pile quickly while she used her paws to dig in deeper. Her gaze landed on a plump squirrel that lay on the very bottom. She bent down to pick it up, her head accidentally knocking the rest of the prey over and tumbling down. She grasped the squirrel in her mouth and straightened up. She looked down and say the toppled pile laying in front of her. Had anyone seen that? Her eyes nervously looking from one side of the clearing to the other. There was this small thing nagging at her, a thing that made her want to wail. She couldn't even get a piece of prey without knocking anything over! Why did Tundra have to be....well, Tundra? An awkward cat who was clumsy and couldn't even take a single piece of prey from the pile without humiliating herself. She really hated herself sometimes. She blinked away small droplets that started to form in her eyes and trotted off quickly to the spot she was previously in before, tail drooping and head down.
Just as her eyes bore into the ground, his eyes bore into her as he finished up eating the bird in front of him, the soft crunching and snapping of bones, the quiet ripping of flesh as he devoured the raven could be heard from where she sat, almost painstakingly certain that it was some sort of warning from the tom for his plans for her. But of course she wouldn't know that he doesn't kill random cats, no he kills very particular cats because he has only one rule and that one rule, whether you break it or not, can determine whether he'll end your life or not. There has only been one cat to escape his clutches and they were only able to because another cat just barely intervened. Perhaps he was planning his second and final ploy to kill that cat, perhaps not, perhaps he had settled for something that would end with a much more interesting result and that was causing her to slip into insanity. Or perhaps he would simply let her go. Hannibal was a very complicated cat as many cats would come to know. You could never tell what his next move would be, unless you knew that you had broken his rule.. But some cats had no clue about his rule, and that's a very bad mistake if you ever wish to speak to this tom. One slip up and you'll end up squirming in your own blood as he tears into you. Or perhaps he simply slits your throat and stands back to watch you bleed out. No one has lived to tell the tail of how Hannibal kills, except for that one cat, Illusion, his former trainee, but it would be doubtful she would tell you anyways. She was deceptive and you wouldn't be able to tell if she was telling the truth or not so really, she would be no use.
All of the bird except for the beak and part of the skull was now gone and the dark grey tom simply pushed that aside with a paw before turning to the innards, silently devouring them, taking his time, enjoying the flavor as they seeped into his maw, gaze still boring into Tundra as she got up and seemed to be padding towards the fresh kill pile and when she made it back to her original resting place (after causing the rest of the prey to go tumbling down, causing the pile to be scattered now, quite embarrassing for her), he had finished the rest of the bird that he had set aside and was washing his paws, his orange gaze not even seeming to blink, he had focused on her the entire time. What was going through his head? No cat would know.
After washing his paws and making sure his pelt was in check, he slowly rose to his paws and began to pad towards the white she-cat, his expression as blank and as emotionless as usual. "Greetings Tundra, mind if I join you for a little.. Chit-chat?" Inquired the tom, standing a foot or two away from her, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth slowly as he waited for her to answer. In all truth, he had nothing better to do and so he had decided why not.. Poke at her a bit? Probe her? See what her mind was made of. She looked weak, weak of mind and weak of spirit and could be an easy target should he ever want to.. Pick and push at that brain.. Send it tottering over. But he wouldn't do that now. No, he would simply observe her through conversation, as he did with some cats when he didn't quite feel like going for a stroll.

Empress Of Evil

November 16th, 2016, 12:46 AM

Just as her eyes bore into the ground, his eyes bore into her as he finished up eating the bird in front of him, the soft crunching and snapping of bones, the quiet ripping of flesh as he devoured the raven could be heard from where she sat, almost painstakingly certain that it was some sort of warning from the tom for his plans for her. But of course she wouldn't know that he doesn't kill random cats, no he kills very particular cats because he has only one rule and that one rule, whether you break it or not, can determine whether he'll end your life or not. There has only been one cat to escape his clutches and they were only able to because another cat just barely intervened. Perhaps he was planning his second and final ploy to kill that cat, perhaps not, perhaps he had settled for something that would end with a much more interesting result and that was causing her to slip into insanity. Or perhaps he would simply let her go. Hannibal was a very complicated cat as many cats would come to know. You could never tell what his next move would be, unless you knew that you had broken his rule.. But some cats had no clue about his rule, and that's a very bad mistake if you ever wish to speak to this tom. One slip up and you'll end up squirming in your own blood as he tears into you. Or perhaps he simply slits your throat and stands back to watch you bleed out. No one has lived to tell the tail of how Hannibal kills, except for that one cat, Illusion, his former trainee, but it would be doubtful she would tell you anyways. She was deceptive and you wouldn't be able to tell if she was telling the truth or not so really, she would be no use.
All of the bird except for the beak and part of the skull was now gone and the dark grey tom simply pushed that aside with a paw before turning to the innards, silently devouring them, taking his time, enjoying the flavor as they seeped into his maw, gaze still boring into Tundra as she got up and seemed to be padding towards the fresh kill pile and when she made it back to her original resting place (after causing the rest of the prey to go tumbling down, causing the pile to be scattered now, quite embarrassing for her), he had finished the rest of the bird that he had set aside and was washing his paws, his orange gaze not even seeming to blink, he had focused on her the entire time. What was going through his head? No cat would know.
After washing his paws and making sure his pelt was in check, he slowly rose to his paws and began to pad towards the white she-cat, his expression as blank and as emotionless as usual. "Greetings Tundra, mind if I join you for a little.. Chit-chat?" Inquired the tom, standing a foot or two away from her, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth slowly as he waited for her to answer. In all truth, he had nothing better to do and so he had decided why not.. Poke at her a bit? Probe her? See what her mind was made of. She looked weak, weak of mind and weak of spirit and could be an easy target should he ever want to.. Pick and push at that brain.. Send it tottering over. But he wouldn't do that now. No, he would simply observe her through conversation, as he did with some cats when he didn't quite feel like going for a stroll.

Tundra settled back down in a comfortable sitting position. Her white, gleaming teeth tore at the soft, mouth watering flesh of the plump squirrel. Crimson droplets of liquid sliding from her sharp teeth, passing her lips and then reaching the fur on her chin. Tundra really did quite find blood quite disgusting, but when she was actually eating the prey....blood tasted a little more....satisfying. Tundra's eyes slowly moved up slightly as she heard the tearing of soft flesh. Flesh that belonged to another piece of prey, not hers. Hannibal's. Tundra wanted to shy away. Was Hannibal making those noises on purpose? Or was that just how the way he ate sounded like? Tundra decided to just keep concentrating on the squirrel in front of her. Her delicate bites becoming more quick and a little less delicate. She kept eating until all that was left in front of her was red tainted bones and a small skull that once belonged to a squirrel. Tundra licked her lips and her chin, tasting the blood on the tip of her tongue. After eating the squirrel her embarrassment seemed to have washed away a little. She still felt fairly embarrassed from her earlier encounter with the fresh kill pile but she had calmed down. She made a mental note to herself to learn how to properly take a piece of prey from the pile without knocking the whole thing down. Tundra unsheathed her claws and starting to dig a small hole into the ground with her right paw. Making a small, neat pile of dirt next to the hole. When she thought the hole was deep enough she used her left paw to swipe the pile of bones into the hole. Then she pushed the pile of dirt back into the hole and patting and smoothing the ground. Once she finished she sheathed her claws back in and sat there, simply staring at the ground, blinking occasionally. When she had nothing to do she tended to do this. What better way to pass the time? A deep and monotone voice suddenly interrupted her staring contest with the ground. She froze and slowly moved her head up to look at the face of which the voice belonged to. Hannibal.
Tundra stared at Hannibal for a moment. But just then. He wasn't here a moment ago. How did he get here?!, Tundra thought, trying not to meet gazes with Hannibal. She decided to focus on his ears instead. Why his ears? No particular reason. How long had Hannibal been standing there? Had he just got there or had he watched her eat her squirrel? Tundra opened her mouth to reply but stopped just as she was about to start. She closed her mouth, trying to ignore the fact she looked like a fish that had a slow moving mouth. How should she reply? She didn't want to have a 'chit chat' with Hannibal. Not one bit! But then if she denied his suggestion he might get mad and try to kill her. Tundra wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. She was way too young to die! But then, how much would it hurt to just have a small chat? Not much right? Tundra kept herself from running away like a coward. For goodness sake! It was just talking to a cat. That was incredibly creepy and fully capable of killing her in a second. Well anyway she was going to find out soon because her mouth opened and the words tumbled out automatically. "Sure", Tundra said awkwardly, trying to sound cheerful but failing miserably. She realised she was still staring at his ears and quickly averted her gaze. Don't kill me. Don't kill me.

oats

November 17th, 2016, 06:29 AM

(open post.)
Tohu wa bohu.

Formless and shapeless; it was what Lazarus wanted him to be ever since his kitting- he only expected the best from his son. He had to be the fastest, the strongest, the smartest. The perfect son to carry on his family's legacy, and ensure their rise to grace in the Dusk Syndicate.Yet it was never enough. Being trained as a Fighter by his father like his father before him, Tohu's upbringing wasn't exactly unique amongst his kin. He was but another sire of another generation of his line. Nothing more, nothing less. Someone had made it well-known that he wouldn't make it anywhere in life.
'You're nothing to me.' He would never impress anyone. 'Just like your father.' It seemed as if brutal honesty was something that ran in the family, as even Tehom expressed his disappointment in him- the healer had wanted her best, her only (The tom had been the only surviving kit in the litter,) to be like her. To break the line.

And yet, he couldn't even do that right.

There was a slight chill to the air that morn, and yet, Tohu was finding it quite difficult to enjoy the weather that usually gave his perception of things a sense of clarity; preparedness was something he appreciated, but ever since he had awoken, there was a grim reminder of past transgressions that had made itself apparent but a few heartbeats ago. He would probably seek someone out to talk about it, but to be quite honest, it was becoming more and more difficult to do anything when he was preoccupied with more important things, like conjuring baseless auguries of mortal peril.
You know, 'important things.'
Anyways, Tohu padded into the clearing with nothing but bleak thoughts in his mind, looking quite despondent.

The Cannibal

November 23rd, 2016, 02:48 PM

Tundra settled back down in a comfortable sitting position. Her white, gleaming teeth tore at the soft, mouth watering flesh of the plump squirrel. Crimson droplets of liquid sliding from her sharp teeth, passing her lips and then reaching the fur on her chin. Tundra really did quite find blood quite disgusting, but when she was actually eating the prey....blood tasted a little more....satisfying. Tundra's eyes slowly moved up slightly as she heard the tearing of soft flesh. Flesh that belonged to another piece of prey, not hers. Hannibal's. Tundra wanted to shy away. Was Hannibal making those noises on purpose? Or was that just how the way he ate sounded like? Tundra decided to just keep concentrating on the squirrel in front of her. Her delicate bites becoming more quick and a little less delicate. She kept eating until all that was left in front of her was red tainted bones and a small skull that once belonged to a squirrel. Tundra licked her lips and her chin, tasting the blood on the tip of her tongue. After eating the squirrel her embarrassment seemed to have washed away a little. She still felt fairly embarrassed from her earlier encounter with the fresh kill pile but she had calmed down. She made a mental note to herself to learn how to properly take a piece of prey from the pile without knocking the whole thing down. Tundra unsheathed her claws and starting to dig a small hole into the ground with her right paw. Making a small, neat pile of dirt next to the hole. When she thought the hole was deep enough she used her left paw to swipe the pile of bones into the hole. Then she pushed the pile of dirt back into the hole and patting and smoothing the ground. Once she finished she sheathed her claws back in and sat there, simply staring at the ground, blinking occasionally. When she had nothing to do she tended to do this. What better way to pass the time? A deep and monotone voice suddenly interrupted her staring contest with the ground. She froze and slowly moved her head up to look at the face of which the voice belonged to. Hannibal.
Tundra stared at Hannibal for a moment. But just then. He wasn't here a moment ago. How did he get here?!, Tundra thought, trying not to meet gazes with Hannibal. She decided to focus on his ears instead. Why his ears? No particular reason. How long had Hannibal been standing there? Had he just got there or had he watched her eat her squirrel? Tundra opened her mouth to reply but stopped just as she was about to start. She closed her mouth, trying to ignore the fact she looked like a fish that had a slow moving mouth. How should she reply? She didn't want to have a 'chit chat' with Hannibal. Not one bit! But then if she denied his suggestion he might get mad and try to kill her. Tundra wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. She was way too young to die! But then, how much would it hurt to just have a small chat? Not much right? Tundra kept herself from running away like a coward. For StarClan's sake! It was just talking to a cat. That was incredibly creepy and fully capable of killing her in a second. Well anyway she was going to find out soon because her mouth opened and the words tumbled out automatically. "Sure", Tundra said awkwardly, trying to sound cheerful but failing miserably. She realised she was still staring at his ears and quickly averted her gaze. Don't kill me. Don't kill me.
Hannibal ate the same way every single time, being a very methodical cat in his ways, including his grooming habits, so the sounds he was making, though unintentional, were like that every time he feasted. Most cats learned to block out the unpleasant sounds, others were completely disgusted by it, others saw it as a sign that he was warning them that they were to be his next victim. It depended on the cat on how they interpreted it, but unknown to them, Hannibal meant nothing by it.
Waiting patiently after he had spoken, his eye's remained focused on hers, almost as if to lock her into place, trapping her in their orange pits until she answered, then, maybe he would grace her by looking away for even just a few seconds. His tail flicked slowly back and forth as he waited for the white she-cats reply, not making a sound or even a move aside from his tail. His face remained stony as her mouth gaped open and then closed and repeated as if a fish gasping for air, perhaps stunned by his approach to her? Likely. And then after what seemed like a painful time for Tundra, she finally spilled out an answer, an empty purr escaping him, it was filled with artificial happiness that could almost be mistaken for the real thing. "Thank you." Meowed the tom, politely enough, stepping forward to settle down next to her.
"I have to say, I don't think I recall having met you madam. Might I ask your name?" Hannibal began to nonchalantly groom his shoulder, his orange hues focused on her and only her. This conversation was completely harmless for her, unless she happened to screw up and break the only rule he had, but it was beneficial for him. He liked to keep tabs on every cat he came across, storing the information he gathered into his mind palace so that if it was ever needed, he could pull it out and use another day. Should she ever do anything to endanger him, or should she ever commit a crude act, he would use all of the information he gathers on her to determine how he would proceed with her. Some cats weren't worth the time it spent in driving them insane and so he would simply end her if it came down to it, some cats were worth putting the time into torturing them mentally and so he would perhaps drive her into the pit of insanity in which she would never return. Or perhaps she would stay on his good side, if that was even a thing with Hannibal. The conversation they have will determine her fate with him, and if that didn't put some weight on the already heavy atmosphere between them, then I don't know what would.

vos

November 30th, 2016, 01:42 PM

Due to the lack of interest in the Dusk Syndicate during the EE, I'm here to collect a handful of DS cats to travel into the clan territories. By now, the DS should have broken Renn's law and filtered into the main plotline, but no progress has been made as of yet.

That's going to change. Rook will be looking for a minimum of 4 cats to journey alongside him before he heads into the woods. I'm only looking for select cats here to ensure participation. Anyone else is fully welcome to join him.

Rook had always been a subordinate. Outlawing interaction with the clan cats was a rule he could understand at the time, when they had been weak and spindly, sickly excuses for cats -- alone, a member of the syndicate would never have held their own against a cat hailing from a community as tightly knit as a clan might’ve been. Might’ve been, because there’s something unnerving happening beyond their crooked borders.

Today, he graduates from subordinate. Today, he’ll push his kin into action. To be damned with Renn’s law. They are no longer weak.

“It is time,” his baritone rumbles, his unprompted announcement gaining him the attention of a few sets of eyes. Pushing from the ground, he takes a spot on the highest point, claws clambering for footing atop the fighter’s den. The clearing of his throat is loud, purposefully so. A thrum of pleasure pulses through his chest to see a few more heads turn toward him. "Renn has abandoned us. If you still cling onto some false hope that he might return, I recommend familiarizing yourself with the concept of 'reality'. Accept the abandonment, and persevere."

"Who are we to remain under the rule of a commander who has long since vanished from our lives?" Silence falls -- he half-expects someone to call out to him, to disagree. He only finds them to be solemn and accepting. Perhaps processing it themselves. Pale eyes drift away from the faces of the others, turning upwards toward the heavens. A sparrow glides by, far too high up to ever be caught. Rook continues. "...His disappearance aside, the true reason as to why I wanted your attention deserves to be brought to light."

"I trust that I am not the only cat to have seen the flames." The tom jerks his head to the side, motioning towards the horizon, where smoke had bloomed only a few evenings before, clouding above the conifers and choking away a setting sun. "I'll be going out to investigate. Those who are healthy enough to join me, I ask that you will."

"—Know that this venture will not be conducted under malicious intent. No clan cats will be harmed unprompted."

AbsurdJinx

November 30th, 2016, 02:34 PM

Autumnblaze

November 30th, 2016, 03:16 PM

vos

November 30th, 2016, 03:47 PM

Augustus was quick to jump to his paws. After Renn's sudden disappearance, he had been doing everything possible to keep his mind off it. ``I'll go!`` He called out. Though he respected Renn, his brother, his best friend, his commander, he needed to move on. Surely the trip Rook announced would succeed in approving Augustus' intentions. He stepped forward slightly, his triangular-shaped head risen towards the sky. His posture was rather impressive, and his thin tail lashed behind him. There was an obvious confidence, and yearning in his eyes. How he dreamed of actually doing something, and now he had his chance. He wouldn't do it in fear, he would do it with courage. It was the least he could offer Renn.

Rook's head bobs in Augustus' direction, accepting the other tom's offer of companionship on the journey. The travel won't take long at all. Perhaps an hour at most. He still continues waiting, eyes narrowed in thought.

They widen considerably at Patchy's unwanted interruption. She tears attention away from him, draws a hiss of a noise from his nose. Biting his words out through his grit teeth, he resists shoving her away from him -- out of his personal space. Instead, he remains as calm as he can be. Leveling a calm, only mildly irritated glance over to the molly, he responds after a beat of silence.

"No."

Autumnblaze

November 30th, 2016, 03:58 PM

Rook's head bobs in Augustus' direction, accepting the other tom's offer of companionship on the journey. The travel won't take long at all. Perhaps an hour at most. He still continues waiting, eyes narrowed in thought.

They widen considerably at Patchy's unwanted interruption. She tears attention away from him, draws a hiss of a noise from his nose. Biting his words out through his grit teeth, he resists shoving her away from him -- out of his personal space. Instead, he remains as calm as he can be. Leveling a calm, only mildly irritated glance over to the molly, he responds after a beat of silence.

"No."
"Why can't I come?" Patchy tried to stay calm but she instinctively bristled and unsheathed her claws. "I'm supporting you! I must go! Renn knew I was ready to join, and just Because I used to be ThunderClan, doesn't mean I don't get certain privileges! I fought and killed to get into the syndicate! I killed my mentor and blinded Maximum just to get where I am! I left because they didn't like me, I dont want the same here!" Her eyes glazed over in sadness. She sensed a spirit behind her as Orangeheart walked up. She didn't think the others could see her dead mates spirit, but him being there made her feel more confident. "They won't get rid of you, don't worry" Orangeheart nuzzled her on the cheek then faded away.

Gusty

November 30th, 2016, 04:24 PM

"Well, well, it sees that there's a journey ahead of us. Well, for some of us anyways, whoever's going on this mission." Shale's voice broke through the texture of the crowd, perking his head and ears up at Rook's grand speech. He was slightly amused by Rook's answer to Patchy, and how subtle his answer had been: 'no'. And because of this, the pitch-black fighter continued walking, raising his rump and padding closer towards Rook and the other members.
But then, his eyes widened. Shale began thinking to himself... What if he were to join on that mission? Oh, the black tomcat really did want to; it was in his greatest desires to get noticed by his fellow syndicate-mates and do something extraordinary. Something that nobody would believe; something that would make him more special than any other fighter in the world! His green orbs moved from feline to feline, observing them and wondering if they'd want to go on the journey as much as he did. Augustus and Patchy surely felt the same, as their voices sprang up quickly.
But Patchy's reaction, however... well, she seemed quite snappy. And probably not the best cat to bring on a journey: but then again, this was only the fighter's mere opinion. What he believed, was that he himself should go on the mission. But for now, he simply stood for a bit, awaiting for Rook's response.

Brunch

November 30th, 2016, 04:34 PM

Gazing thoughtfully around the clearing, Talon sighed; the Dusk Syndicate was now without a commander, without leadership. The speckled white she-cat could tell that her home would soon fall into chaos, and she knew that there was nothing she could do about it. Talon's tail flicked suddenly as irritation spread through her; the fighter hated it when she couldn't do anything to help, couldn't do anything to stop the problem. The she-cat paced in a small circle, Talon's mouth was twitching, as though threatening to let out a snarl. Her lash of anger was not at any cats relaxing in the cool clearing, but at the world for letting her syndicate to fall into such discord and disarray. Talon's paws kneaded the soft, cool, muddy ground beneath her, creating large paw prints that only circled in the ground. "Why?" the she-cat muttered under her breath; Talon felt as though she should curse in a slight yowl, though she disciplined herself to stay quiet, to contain herself, no matter how hard. She plopped herself in the middle of the circle she had created out of paw prints. Talon grumbled slightly to herself as she slowly started to clean her paws of the grunge that still stuck to them. Her normally white paws were a light brown-grey, and mudcaked from her recent pacing. The she-cat swiped her tongue over her paw one final time, only to brush it against her face; the anxiety that was stirring slightly in her made the she-cat do the strange things that she had displayed to the clearing. Though the she-cat was worried about the predicament that had arisen in her syndicate, Talon was not going to worry over what cat thought she looked silly doing her strange actions. If she was even going to react to their actions, she would have just swatted them over the face with her paw, and started her strange actions once again.

AbsurdJinx

November 30th, 2016, 04:43 PM

Pride shone on Augustus' face when Rook gave him permission to travel alongside him. He knew Renn would be proud of him, if he were here. Unfortunately, for now, he could only imagine the delight on Renn's face. He offered Rook an appreciative look, and then stepped back when Patchy launched herself forward, placing herself beside Rook. Augustus nearly laughed at Rook's expression, but even he felt annoyed at Patchy's actions. The tall, gaunt tomcat rocked back on his haunches, his rat-like tail curled at his right flank. He still carried his impressive posture, his head raised high, and his spine straight. He watched the scene before him unfold. He found Rook's vague response to be amusing, but he revealed little to no emotion. Augustus didn't exactly approve of Patchy's speech of her life story, and he certainly didn't recall Renn walking in just now and approving Patchy of this journey. From the edge of his vision, he noticed Shale nearing, but he didn't act upon this sighting. His blank gaze was locked upon Rook and Patchy before him.

vos

November 30th, 2016, 04:57 PM

"Why can't I come?" Patchy tried to stay calm but she instinctively bristled and unsheathed her claws. "I'm supporting you! I must go! Renn knew I was ready to join, and just Because I used to be ThunderClan, doesn't mean I don't get certain privileges! I fought and killed to get into the syndicate! I killed my mentor and blinded Maximum just to get where I am! I left because they didn't like me, I dont want the same here!" Her eyes glazed over in sadness. She sensed a spirit behind her as Orangeheart walked up. She didn't think the others could see her dead mates spirit, but him being there made her feel more confident. "They won't get rid of you, don't worry" Orangeheart nuzzled her on the cheek then faded away.
"I hadn't asked you for a story, but thank you." the syllables slip from Rook like velvet, a trickle of disinterest as he struggles to keep himself from touching Patchy's flank with his own. Those pale, pale eyes flick over her form, disdainful. "I hadn't realized that's what you'd requested. I shut you out once you made the decision that I'd be your makeshift leader for the time being."

"For the future...as much as I appreciate it," he doesn't. "I'd find myself more thankful if you didn't try to force me into positions." Gratitude is as hollow as his tone, he allows his attention to slip onto the cats gradually gravitating towards the mound he stands upon. Shale's presence is easiest to pick out, his voice reaching Rook's ears only when the tom lowers his head. He makes no attempt to address Shale just yet, instead speaking to Patchy -- he refuses to fully shift his gaze onto the she-cat, however. Apparently, he'd lost interest in the secret she'd revealed, and she herself.

"To answer you, you're free to come. Just don't cause any issue." He neglects to inject a threat into his leaving sentence, the urge to shove her away from his pedestal still itching at his muscles. "If you inconvenience anyone, you'll be sent home without hesitation. Do you understand?"

BEAR.

November 30th, 2016, 05:23 PM

Observing the congregation, Locus kept his distance. With the loss of a third commander in only the span of a few moons, it seemed the home he had been raised in was crumbling; the shadow Neomora left unfilled by her predecessors. It would have been unfortunate, but the steel colored tom hadn't expected much to come from the fall of his friend's empire.

As Rook spoke about Renn's abandonment and investigating the clans, the fighter questionably looked at the other male. Since Neomora, the gang had been instructed to abstain from interacting with the clans, and he'd be lying if the thought of joining the patrol wasn't appealing. The last time he had gotten some action was when he tag-teamed that kittypet with Neo, and he'd been itching to go out - to do something worthwhile.

Guarding the rare hunting patrol had nothing on watching the clans burn.

It was amusing to hear a lesser-known cat declare Rook should be leader, and even more so when her words were shot down by the tom himself. Commanders hadn't improved the Syndicate lifestyle in ages, and throwing a cat that did not want the authority would not help their situation. Neither was her whining about her background - like that mattered when it came to selecting their leader.

Pushing himself to his feet, the powerful male took the few tail-lengths he needed to join the crowd. "I'll come," he all but growled, voice a low and deep rumble as he regarded Rook. "When do you intend on heading out?"

Gusty

November 30th, 2016, 05:46 PM

Shale's ears perked as he heard another fighter join onto the patrol, and suddenly, without another doubt in his mind, his voice raised once more. "May I join as well?" He said.
Now, Shale wasn't the type to be polite; he often was sarcastic and didn't much care about others that were below him in rank. But this time was different. He knew he was in a lesser position... even though Rook had stated that he wouldn't want to be the next Commander, he did seem to be in unofficially in charge as of right now. And because of that, he would have to strangle his inner selfishness and do the best for his Syndicate.
Nonetheless, the black-pelted tom was a bit afraid that the roles for the journey would be taken up by the time Rook even put his gaze upon the fighter, and so he put forth his statement in high hopes. If Rook rejected him- which would be quite a shame to Shale, but he'd respect it nonetheless- it would be better than never speaking at all.
He waited for Rook's response, swiveling his ears at the felines around him and hearing his heart beat at each second.

vos

November 30th, 2016, 06:19 PM

"As soon as possible," Rook confirms, a nod of acknowledgment directed down towards Locus. He raises his head to count the cats before him, deeming the collection he has appropriate enough to begin a journey towards the clans fairly quickly. "If everyone's fed, we could likely head out by the next crow's caw and arrive by sundown."

Patchy's presence, so close to him, has finally made his skin crawl for long enough. Swinging his hip to the side -- not hard enough to hurt her, mind you -- he shoves her back down to the bottom of the mound. He clears his throat like he hadn't done anything at all.

"...?" Questioning, Rook looks back down to Shale, listening to the tom speak oh-so-politely, oh-so-fake. He finds himself appreciating the effort, regardless. His stance as leader, currently, is only as a means to force the syndicate back into action. His decline to Patchy setting the commander title upon him was done so because this cat, this mouthy she-cat, is in no position to do so. Besides, he's not too keen on being the one bossed around, is he?

"Yes," back to matters at hand, "you're free to participate. I only request that you remain close until given orders to disperse. We'll be investigating the whereabouts of the aforementioned fires before taking any other actions."

Autumnblaze

November 30th, 2016, 06:51 PM

"I hadn't asked you for a story, but thank you." the syllables slip from Rook like velvet, a trickle of disinterest as he struggles to keep himself from touching Patchy's flank with his own. Those pale, pale eyes flick over her form, disdainful. "I hadn't realized that's what you'd requested. I shut you out once you made the decision that I'd be your makeshift leader for the time being."

"For the future...as much as I appreciate it," he doesn't. "I'd find myself more thankful if you didn't try to force me into positions." Gratitude is as hollow as his tone, he allows his attention to slip onto the cats gradually gravitating towards the mound he stands upon. Shale's presence is easiest to pick out, his voice reaching Rook's ears only when the tom lowers his head. He makes no attempt to address Shale just yet, instead speaking to Patchy -- he refuses to fully shift his gaze onto the she-cat, however. Apparently, he'd lost interest in the secret she'd revealed, and she herself.

"To answer you, you're free to come. Just don't cause any issue." He neglects to inject a threat into his leaving sentence, the urge to shove her away from his pedestal still itching at his muscles. "If you inconvenience anyone, you'll be sent home without hesitation. Do you understand?"
Patchy sheathed her claws back in and nodded. Though a growl rose in her throat as Rook threw her off. She wanted power, and she wasn't going to give up trying to rule this group of cats. She'd teach her kits to be powerful. Hopefully no one could see into the pale tortoiseshell's thoughts. She would kill to become leader, kill cats until they were scared into following her. A few more moons of training with Orangeheart and she'd receive her power. She'd take over the forest, well, kill off ThunderClan, the clan that betrayed her. She'd take their place. They'ed be the ruthless DuskClan, and worship the Place Of No Stars as the others do StarClan. Just the thought of that pleased her. She wanted a commander that agreed with her, then she'd kill them when no one was around and say they were found dead, and if someone found it was her, she'd kill them.

Fel

November 30th, 2016, 07:12 PM

mirefern

After Renn had been absent from the Syndicate for quite some time, Lucifren hadn't exactly known what to do without their love by their own side, the guard feeling lost in their own paws as they wandered around the group- catching sight of the Commander's brother, Augustus, for a second, the cat immediately looked away in despair. Every day they hoped he'd come back, that he'd go visit them, to walk with them and have dinner with them like Renn used to do. [I]If you come back, I'll let you call me 'Just Luci'- all you want- please, I'm sorry if I did anything. Just... come back, Renn. I'm head-over heeds in love with you. Their face dropped at Rook's announcement suddenly, but it was true- maybe they could find their love in the clans, despite how the cat around them tried to dispose of the Commander's policies. Maybe he's not coming back, maybe he left us for dead- but he could still be out there, into the mess that was the groups of cats who call themselves 'clans', who live life stuck on a code of honor, an idea that us Syndicate cats have in mind, but don't keep as close to our hearts. They'd made one friend in the absence of their best one, and that was a young healer, one who'd just recently graduated. They both lost a lot, but it was nice to see Hamlet walking up towards them as well, the young tom stopping by the non-binary guard quietly, with a smile.

Listening to Rook's speech himself, Hamlet silently agreed with it- but didn't exactly say anything, the tom's fur ruffling with excitement as he stood. He had been trained under Arrow, and he'd grown from when he was the simple son of Fracture, a cat who was gone by now. His siblings, Wren and Bellatrix- they were gone as well, and though he could keep them in his heart, life was nicer without them around. His father, however? He was amazing, and his disappearance was shocking to the then-younger cat at the time. Fracture encouraged him to be who he was, and after learning about one of the few guards, Lucifren, knew they they might have similar feelings about Renn. Not exactly like the father-son relationship he had with Fracture, or the romantic one Lucifren had with Renn- but they'd both lost their very best friends. They might want to use healing on that journey, or maybe even Luci's protection as well. "We should go." He nudged the guard, but the older cat shook their head in sullen silence for a moment before responding. "One of us should stay, I think."

"Why, Luce? Y'know, we're both useful."

"And that's why one of us should stay here."

That's correct. But... who'll go? It was almost like Lucifren knew what he was thinking, though it was quite obvious to somebody a bit older than he was, at only twelve or thirteen moons. "Whoever he needs most." The non-binary cat stated, with a sliver of hope in their voice, the most that Hamlet had seen since Renn had gone missing. "Hey- one of us can go!" Hamlet proceeded to call out to Rook, gesturing to both himself and the guard. "Whoever... you need most." He smiled, looking back at their new friend as Lucifren nodded. "That's correct."

judas

November 30th, 2016, 08:01 PM

Elric sat in the clearing the cat had some if, almost as much experience as a hunter with fighting. Considering he was a healer, made his chest swell with pride. But with the news that Renn had left them for dead, made him back down. Didn't Renn have a mate? He thought. A she cat named, what was it? Lucy? Lilly? No it wasn't his mate, more like a crush Elric thought. The poor cat would be in tears by now. No Renn couldn't just have left them to die, could he? The whole thing was bugging him. Maybe he should give up healing, he was better at fighting anyway. The yellow tom sighed, moving his head until it looked at the ground. What would Twig think? Would she still talk to him? Elric paused for a moment, maybe he could become a fighter, yeah there we go. Become a fighter, he would become a fighter and fight for his respect. Now, who could he fight? Maybe start with a hunter then work his way up. Okay, now he had a plan. Elric let his chest swell with pride once again.

Fel

November 30th, 2016, 08:02 PM

Elric sat in the clearing the cat had some if, almost as much experience as a hunter with fighting. Considering he was a healer, made his chest swell with pride. But with the news that Renn had left them for dead, made him back down. Didn't Renn have a mate? He thought. A she cat named, what was it? Lucy? Lilly? No it wasn't his mate, more like a crush Elric thought. The poor she cat would be in tears by now. No Renn couldn't just have left them to die, could he? The whole thing was bugging him. Maybe he should give up healing, he was better at fighting anyway. The yellow tom sighed, moving his head until it looked at the ground. What would Twig think? Would she still talk to him? Elric paused for a moment, maybe he could become a fighter, yeah there we go. Become a fighter, he would become a fighter and fight for his respect. Now, who could he fight? Maybe start with a hunter then work his way up. Okay, now he had a plan. Elric let his chest swell with pride once again.
[heh, luce isn't a girl ^^]

Gusty

November 30th, 2016, 08:09 PM

(Oh my gosh I noticed the background of the site changed yayay)

Shale felt happiness spread all over him, as Rook's words were said. Oh, he was accepted! Well, being accepted to go on the journey wasn't the best part. He most likely would've gone whether he was accepted or not. But the real reason was that everyone could see his success. The crowd would see that Shale was being accepted, and that he would become even more known among his fellow syndicate partners. Even so, he coyly smiled at the crowd, and felt his paws twitch in anticipation. Things were working out right so far. It didn't matter to Shale that Rook had accepted everyone so far- and liked some more than others.
Unfortunately, Shale was a bit wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice how Rook pushed Patchy down, although he did see a flash of fur in the corner of his eye. Once the tom interpreted the scene, though, he quickly abandoned his thoughts.
It was a delightful sight, in the fighter's eyes, and he couldn't help but give a mocking smile. His smugly cold expression was flashed towards Patchy, although it was highly unlikely that the molly would see it as of right now. Anyways, there was so much tension going on between her and Rook, that she probably wouldn't pay any attention to the black-pelted fighter at all.
His gaze then turned over towards the two new cats that spoke up, and were debating, sort of. He'd seen both of them around the Syndicate sometimes, but never got to talk. He did remember that one of them- Lucifren, he believed her name was- often hanged around Renn, for reasons Shale didn't know.

judas

November 30th, 2016, 08:11 PM

[heh, luce isn't a girl ^^]

*Claps* I can't read right yaaay!!!))

JustJoye

November 30th, 2016, 08:26 PM

[[@mire]]

A blue pair of orbs flicked up from the ground where lay a tangled mess of a skinny hare. Grey paws here propped on the body, a mouth still tugging harshly at the gamey flesh. His ears perked, but Finneous made no effort to stop his meal. He'd heard a tom's voice that had rung out through the swampy clearing. It demanded attention, respect; and their perked up Finn's auidits with intrigue.

Slowly, one by one, every part of the Russian Blue's body came to attention, the loyalist inside him agreeing with the words of Rook. Though he felt beaten down by Renn's abandonment of the Syndicate, the tom's speech brought back light to his darkened world. He smiled.

Upon mentioning to fires, Finn winced. The smoke had been around the camp for days on end. The constant coughing, sputtering and wheezing had done a number on him, and he growled, cursing the flames for their destruction of his ability. But as the male spoke more of an investigation of the flames, Finn grew wary. He'd seen sparks and been singed by the heat, he knew the small pain it caused, but in bulk? Who knows if the fires are still going on, what lay outside the Syndicate's territory?

His gaze hardened to stone. He'd need convincing.

"What's the sense in sniffing around something that's going to burn our noses? My life is something I value, how do you expect every cat to be willing to put it on the line because some people are curious?" The tomcat questioned harshly of Rook's reasonability, he lowered his ears, not understanding.

vos

November 30th, 2016, 08:44 PM

JustJoye

November 30th, 2016, 08:56 PM

vos

November 30th, 2016, 09:07 PM

The blue-eyed Elaine narrowed his gaze a little, blue pools swallowing. He was wary of not just the journey, but the cat as well.

"The fires started and ended in Clan territory as far as we know, yes? The Syndicate has been hating on the Clans for as long as I can remember, for as long as my mother and father can remember, what makes you think they'll welcome us?"

"Do you think they're in any position to chase us away after being ravaged by a fire?" Rook bites out, returning his gaze to the other tom. "If we don't move now, when will we? An opportunity should be seized when one opens up to us, for we'll not know when we'll find another like it."

"No one's forcing you to come along," he cants his head. "But you're curious, aren't you? That's why you've come to speak to me."

goddess of ducks

November 30th, 2016, 11:36 PM

The pale grey and orange tinted tom cat was interested in the commotion that had begun in the clearing. He stepped forwards, giving a slight shake to his fur to fluff it out. His long fur brushed the ground, but kept him nice and warm as the sun's warmth faded for leafbare. He knew that something had to be going on, no cat ever stopped to talk and make a big commotion about things anymore. Ion approaching the group, he caught snippets of the conversation and decided to listen in. He caught pieces like, 'fires in the clans...' and 'an opportunity must be seized'. He completely agreed with the statements and decided to enter into the group. "Invading the clans? Is what my ears hearing true?" He asked. "I smelled the fires, but had not realized they were inside the Clans territory." He asked coolly and politely. "Name's Calixto, in case any of you were unaware." He added a bit awkwardly.

Hexict

December 1st, 2016, 06:59 AM

mirefern

A dark brown-ish red tom had been watching the group for some time now, and decided that he too wanted to join them. It had been moons since he;d been around the clans, formerly living in Riverclan but had cut all ties to them as soon as he had washed up near the Syndicate after the floods. But he still wanted to see how the clans were - well, not too true. Storm had grown to hate the clans with all of his dark heart. He was more into seeing how Mist was. He had no way of knowing if she too had survived the flood, if she was still in Riverclan. If she is, than she'd be old enough to be a warrior! He pondered for a moment on what her name would be, and even wondered what his own would've been if he had stuck around....

Storm shook his head. No! The clans are weak. I was lucky to have been washed to the Syndicate during the storms - these cats are strong! Despite the fact that the clans had brought him in what he was a young and helpless kit, he still loathed them. The Syndicate kept promising cats that were useful where the clans hoarded the weak and risked their lives for such cats. Though he did have a soft spot for Mist, his first friend and the one to bring him back to the Riverclan camp when they were both just kits.

But his feelings towards her were complicated, if simpled down to one word.

"Rook...may I join in?" He stepped forward and looked at the cats that seemed to be leading - though had claimed they didn't want to be the leader. Storm wanted to infiltrate the pathetic weaklings that called themselves a clan and had the nerves to use the title 'warrior' for themselves. Plus, he did want to see how Mist was doing. Maybe seeing her one more time would help him figure out if he did love her, or hate her.

vos

December 1st, 2016, 11:18 AM

Hexict // Nighty

"Not invading." Rook corrects Calixto sharply, praying his intentions to sate curiosity wasn't misunderstood as intention to rule, or forcefully remove clan cats from their homes. He feels it needed to repeat himself. "No clan cats should be harmed on our inspection, lest they prompt an attack. Cats who attack without reason will be sent back to the syndicate immediately."

"This is not an attack. Don't forget that."

Storm's usage of his name catches his interest immediately. His gray head snaps towards the encroaching tom, suspicious beneath his cold exterior. Cats asking for his permission amuses him greatly, though any hint of entertainment derived from the situation fails to reach his face. A moment of consideration, and he finally nods. Slowly, deliberately. A silent response, similar to the one he'd given Shale. Storm keeps his gaze, and Rook finds himself seeing a vocal response to be necessary.

"Yes. We'll be heading out soon."

Hexict

December 1st, 2016, 11:33 AM

The young tom was a bit disappointed when Rook announced that there would be no fighting. He was looking to claw some clan cats. He was sick of being told to leave them alone, even without a leader or the few cats they had, they were still stronger than those mangy mouse-hearted cats. But he knew it would be stupid to step back now and go. He was a bit glad to have been accepted though. But the tom did have a problem with rejections.

He waved his darker tail and wore a sneer on his face after Rook accepted him. "Are we going to all the clans, or just certain ones?" He tried to make it seem that he was careless about the clan they would visit, but he was hoping at least a peak at Riverclan. Check in on some things, see what's the status with Mist. That's all he was hoping for in this little expedition.

"Also, what are we planning on doing? Like, just walk into the camp? Because that will certainly start a fight - which I believe is what we're trying to avoid," Storm was honestly looking for a fight, but he just wanted to be sure what the plan was before they start to head out. And why do we even need to inspect the clans? He was silent about this point, not wanting his chances to see his former crush one more time slip away.

vos

December 1st, 2016, 12:06 PM

"Each of them. We venture to the territories. A group will be sent into each clan-owned area. We will return to an agreed point upon nightfall and exchange information."

"Find cats out in the territory. Corner a single one if you can, have them take you into the clan themselves. If a fight breaks out, you use the clan cat to keep yourselves safe." He states it as if he's not talking about using another cat as a literal meat-shield. "I suppose that's a good thing about a community. Put one of them in line of danger, and you suddenly have the attention of the others."

"But I stand by what I say. No fighting unless it is absolutely necessary."

goddess of ducks

December 1st, 2016, 01:14 PM

(XD meat shield)
Calixto nodded. "Alright, no fighting, I swear." He replied solemnly, "As long as I get to come with." He too was disappointed in the 'no fighting' rule, but figured he could get over it if he got to actually do something new. He liked the idea of getting to explore he Clans, after his entire life he had been instructed not to go there. He listened to Storm and Rook converse and nodded with the plan. No fighting unless absolutely necessary. he repeated to himself. The worst thing that would happen for him would be to get sent back here.

Caligo Everton

December 1st, 2016, 01:40 PM

(ok so what actually happened to renn? i'm so flipping confused.)

vos

December 1st, 2016, 01:54 PM

(ok so what actually happened to renn? i'm so flipping confused.)

His RPer has been inactive for a month without any prior notification of the absence, so he's been removed from his position.]]

Caligo Everton

December 1st, 2016, 01:57 PM

His RP has been inactive for a month without any prior notification of the absence, so he's been removed from his position.]]

(oh... fuuuun. who will be appointed as new commander and co commander?)

Hexict

December 1st, 2016, 02:52 PM

Storm gave a nod to this. He was excited to start, hoping he'd get to go to Riverclan - which was his whole incentive to go on this little 'inspection'. He wondered what Mist would look like. If she would have grown up since the last time they'd seen each other. Wondered what her name was, if it would be strong like her. Wondering if she had even changed at all since the floods had separated them. He hoped that Fallow was now out of the picture - maybe even killed by the flood, if Storm was lucky - that way maybe Mist would realize that he was the only one for her.

But that was all if she was still alive and in the clans.

There was a chance that she had been killed in the flood, or maybe swept away similar to him and had just never returned. If that was the case, than he would maybe even consider going out searching for her. The Syndicate wouldn't need him too much, so he'd have the time to do so.

His dark tail lashed as Rook repeated how they weren't going out for a fight. We get it, all pointless work and not fun - no need to keep up the reminder about it, he thought, getting impatient. His thoughts drifted from Mist and instead towards the idea of what were the chances that the clans would start a fight, even if they threatened their own clanmates.

He still hoped for a fight.

Gusty

December 1st, 2016, 04:01 PM

Shale's body trembled with excitement, and his head was held out high. Oh, he was going on a mission with all of these cats; the ones that were brave enough to speak up and willing to meet their bitter enemies! The tom's mood was greatly improved by this point, which was saying quite a lot. Shale wasn't an easy-to-please tom, and he was generally quite sulky towards the general public- but now things were different. His body seemed to radiate happiness from all corners of his body, and the 'no fighting' rule hardly seemed to damper it.

The black-pelted tom never saw the clans before. He'd heard of them, and knew that they were better off dead than alive, but didn't fully understand their structure. But what did that matter? Enemies were enemies, no matter what, and the journey to the clans would help prove it.
What he wanted now was for the meeting to end. The tom swore that if any more cats joined, the whole Syndicate might as well pack up their belongings and start a stampede towards the four clans.

AbsurdJinx

December 1st, 2016, 04:44 PM

Augustus discovered excitement crawling along his pelt which made his thin fur rise, reaching towards the sky. He still sat, silently, to the side as he thought over their plan. He did have a few questions, but he figured Rook would find them to be idiotic. Who cares what Rook thinks, He thought with a surge of confidence. ``Shall we discuss who goes where when we get there? Will each group have a leader?`` The thought of leading several cats into unknown territory both excited and scared him, shooting an amazing thrill throughout his body. He visibly shivered at the abrupt burst of emotion. Augustus silent wondered if he should question Rook about the plan. He did notice a few flaws among them, but he came to the conclusion that everything would be okay.

Fel

December 1st, 2016, 05:12 PM

Lucifren nodded towards Rook's suggestion, nudging Hamlet towards the group kindly. It's for the best- maybe Renn will come back someday, and I'll be here at camp, waiting for him. It wasn't much to hope for, but it was all that the tabby had at the moment, and it would have to do for now as groups were suddenly being sent into the clans- it was sort of a mess, but they believed that some day, change would come. I haven't even seen Onyx, Lynx, or Salem around too recently, either- am I the only one of us left? Shaking their head, the guard's eyes were slightly prideful as Hamlet was chosen for the patrols.

Looking back towards Lucifren for a few seconds, Hamlet then disappeared into the mess which was the debate- "We're already low on both herbs and healers already- fighting isn't good for us right now." He exclaimed, eyes widening with a fear that they could be attacked by the clan cats on this journey- but that's exactly why he'd been picked. If they did get hurt, the young healer might be their only hope, considering he didn't think any other healers would join the patrol as well. It was their haven, a patrol of fighters leaving the area- they were the ones who did the most teasing towards those who worked with herbs, and it might be why there are so little of them left, because everybody else changes ranks, or leaves in the middle of the night, undetected. "...Wait!" He exclaimed, his gaze lighting up as a sudden thought sprang to the cat's mind. "There are probably herbs in clan territories we don't know about- do they have cats who work with medicine, too? We could try and talk to them undercover, figure more about how to use them and where to look!"

wren

December 1st, 2016, 05:33 PM

Bones the striking white she cat slipped carefully out of the healers den. Her fur shone out basing the dark hue of the day. Her muscular shoulders flexed with each stride, her claws raked the sand with each passing step. Her paws dragging limply through the dust that covered the clearing seemed weighted. Her striking blue eyes faded like blue pools under the shade of a alder tree. Her chest sunk between her shoulder blades with horse breath she heaved a sigh.

Lately with the disappearance of the leader renn, chaos had been wrecking havoc upon the syndicate. The disorder of things was starting to get on her nerves, which resulted in her grumpy outbreaks. Taking another handful of strides the she cat made her way across the clearing. With no order there is no loyalty and wih no loyalty there is no syndicate and with no syndicate... They were a bunch of snarling maniacs.

All glum and sorry for herself bones lazily swept her gaze across the clearing, from one end to another. She swallowed hard and gave her whiskers a twitch. "These cats couldn't survive a winter" she murmured to herself. Perhaps without no leader no patrols will be sent out therefor no prey will be caught. Which meant they would surely starve. Excellent. If someone is not appointed soon she must branch off, maybe take some of her friends with her. Start another syndicate, some place warmer.

Bones grew bored with her own thoughts and tried to distract herself, sweeping her gaze from the exit she swivelled her cranium to catch the last bit of luciferns idea. Her ears twitched and for a second has remained standing with her tail lowered and her neck cranned. An interest dawned in the she cat and she tunred her body redirecting the objective. She was intrigued. Nothing interesting had lately happened except the disappearance of the leader, which was growing old. And quite honestly to repetitive for her taste.

Trotting toward the group of cats she held her head higher and swept her gaze across the cats assembled dead center of the clearing. But before she reached hem she took a second to think about it. She didn't want to look to desperate for attention taht she would just walk over there and demand to know what's going on. She slowed her pace and veered away from them.

She would listen in. Secretly. Not that it was really a secret now but it seemed a tad more fun to be listening in secret rather then discussing. Besides she would turn to conversation into a screaming fest. Adding in un needed input, going after someone and doubting the idea. That's how she liked it. Complete chaotic screaming instead of settling down to talk.

JustJoye

December 1st, 2016, 07:06 PM

"Do you think they're in any position to chase us away after being ravaged by a fire?" Rook bites out, returning his gaze to the other tom. "If we don't move now, when will we? An opportunity should be seized when one opens up to us, for we'll not know when we'll find another like it."

"No one's forcing you to come along," he cants his head. "But you're curious, aren't you? That's why you've come to speak to me."

Finn growled and lowered his head. He didn't like how this cat knew what he was thinking, it was odd, like having somebody reading you, gazing more deeply than most. A shiver of icy claws tickled his spine and he pulled back his ears to respond, "You say I have a choice, but it's a leaderless swamp or territories owned by our now weakened enemies. It sounds to me as though common sense in the only sense someone would need to have in order to make a decision."

Finneous smiled and nodded to the larger tomcat. The future seemed brighter in Clan territory, and that inspired him.

vos

December 2nd, 2016, 12:50 PM

Cats set to venture into the territories may do so now. The teams are as following:

Going to RiverClan is Storm ( Hexict ) and Hamlet ( fenic! )

Going to ThunderClan is Calixto ( Nighty ) and Shale ( Gusty ) and Locus ( Lunacross )

Going to ShadowClan is Augustus ( Dux ) and Finneous ( JustJoye )

Going to WindClan is Patchy ( narwhalgirliv ) and Rook ( mirefern ) and Onyx ( Queen of the Moon )

Please keep in mind that this is not a takeover of any kind. Where the DS currently stands is neutral. The DS's part in the plot is to either aid the Clans or continue to go against them and aid the Dark Forest followers. What you decide to do with your cats is left entirely up to you.

Due to the location of the DS, our cats will meet back up with each other at the Seastones (http://www.warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=74), on the 12/8/16 (2:00pm/14:00 EST time (https://time.is/EST)). You won't need permission to begin posting there, I only ask that you wait until the time and date stated above.

After the meetup, your cat will be free to move around the territories and clans as they please until called back to the DS.

Foreversoul

December 6th, 2016, 03:56 PM

Wave padded to the edge of the clearing and sat down, her sapphire eyes glinting as she looked to the sky. She licked her paw and laid down, unusually tired.

goddess of ducks

December 18th, 2016, 10:24 PM

Tiny Moony
Amya entered the clearing, her pastel yellow eyes glinting in the sunlight. The young Lynx like kit stalked towards the fresh kill pile. There she grabbed a small thrush and stalked away. The short tempered feline sat to eat her own prey, alone. Very rarely did she ever want others around her, and this wasn't exactly the time she did want other cats around her. The she cat liked being alone. She may seem more introvert that way, but it's what kept her from saying hurtful things to others then she would. She didn't like hurting others, especially with her words, but knew that if her emotions flared like they normally did, then she would have basically no control over it, so she found it best to stay alone.

monfang

December 18th, 2016, 10:36 PM

goddess of ducks

December 19th, 2016, 08:45 AM

Weiser walked over and saw Amya eating. He grabbed a small vole and sat a few tail-lengths away. He looked over at her, and after eating half, he grabbed the other half and dropped it infront of her. "Hi, I'm Weiser!" he purred.
Amya glanced at him, and only that. She took a bite out of her own thrush that lay at her paws, only a few bites taken from it. "Amya." she said shortly. "And I don't need your vole. Especially not a half eaten one." she remarked sternly. Her quiet meal had obviously taken a turn, which she wasn't happy about. She hated when other cats saw her as a petite she cat who needed help. She was just as capable as the strongest fighter!

monfang

December 19th, 2016, 10:26 AM

Amya glanced at him, and only that. She took a bite out of her own thrush that lay at her paws, only a few bites taken from it. "Amya." she said shortly. "And I don't need your vole. Especially not a half eaten one." she remarked sternly. Her quiet meal had obviously taken a turn, which she wasn't happy about. She hated when other cats saw her as a petite she cat who needed help. She was just as capable as the strongest fighter!

Weiser simply shrugged and grabbed the vole, eating the rest. "Nice to meet ya. Say, what do you wanna train for?" he asked. "I might wanna be a healer, at least then I'm protected, but being a guard sounds cool! I know a guard, and he says that he was picked by Renn himself!" he purred. He was a bit of a sweetheart, and no one could see him fighting though he was a very tough fighter.

goddess of ducks

December 19th, 2016, 10:33 AM

Weiser simply shrugged and grabbed the vole, eating the rest. "Nice to meet ya. Say, what do you wanna train for?" he asked. "I might wanna be a healer, at least then I'm protected, but being a guard sounds cool! I know a guard, and he says that he was picked by Renn himself!" he purred. He was a bit of a sweetheart, and no one could see him fighting though he was a very tough fighter.

Amya looked on boredly. Her gaze was blank. "A fighter. Too boring to be a hunter, too little action to be a healer." she said, her tone brisk and short. She watched him as he scarfed down his meal and took another bite of her own. She wasn't one for conversation, so she wouldn't continue it.

Empress Of Evil

December 21st, 2016, 12:38 AM

Hannibal ate the same way every single time, being a very methodical cat in his ways, including his grooming habits, so the sounds he was making, though unintentional, were like that every time he feasted. Most cats learned to block out the unpleasant sounds, others were completely disgusted by it, others saw it as a sign that he was warning them that they were to be his next victim. It depended on the cat on how they interpreted it, but unknown to them, Hannibal meant nothing by it.
Waiting patiently after he had spoken, his eye's remained focused on hers, almost as if to lock her into place, trapping her in their orange pits until she answered, then, maybe he would grace her by looking away for even just a few seconds. His tail flicked slowly back and forth as he waited for the white she-cats reply, not making a sound or even a move aside from his tail. His face remained stony as her mouth gaped open and then closed and repeated as if a fish gasping for air, perhaps stunned by his approach to her? Likely. And then after what seemed like a painful time for Tundra, she finally spilled out an answer, an empty purr escaping him, it was filled with artificial happiness that could almost be mistaken for the real thing. "Thank you." Meowed the tom, politely enough, stepping forward to settle down next to her.
"I have to say, I don't think I recall having met you madam. Might I ask your name?" Hannibal began to nonchalantly groom his shoulder, his orange hues focused on her and only her. This conversation was completely harmless for her, unless she happened to screw up and break the only rule he had, but it was beneficial for him. He liked to keep tabs on every cat he came across, storing the information he gathered into his mind palace so that if it was ever needed, he could pull it out and use another day. Should she ever do anything to endanger him, or should she ever commit a crude act, he would use all of the information he gathers on her to determine how he would proceed with her. Some cats weren't worth the time it spent in driving them insane and so he would simply end her if it came down to it, some cats were worth putting the time into torturing them mentally and so he would perhaps drive her into the pit of insanity in which she would never return. Or perhaps she would stay on his good side, if that was even a thing with Hannibal. The conversation they have will determine her fate with him, and if that didn't put some weight on the already heavy atmosphere between them, then I don't know what would.

Ok Tundra. Stay calm and don't mess up your words. Don't mess up, Tundra repeated in her mind over and over again. This was one of the worst situations she had ever been put in. She was stuck in a conversation with Hannibal! The cat that could kill her in an easy paw swipe if she said a single word wrong. And to make things worse, Tundra knew she was quite an awkward cat when it came to conversations. Tundra didn't talk much to other cats, she preferred to be alone. Because of her lack of conversation with other cats, the siberian she cat had earned herself the trait of awkwardness. But even so, Tundra was an awkward cat in general. She hated that about her. Sometimes she would wonder why she couldn't just be the way that most other Syndicate cats were. Bloodthirsty, overconfident and ruthless. Tundra was just about the opposite of that. She hated seeing other cats blood (It's just so gross for her), she was so awkward and not confident with everything she did and she wasn't ruthless! She was....a failure. A failure and embarrassment to the Syndicate, the little family she had and everything else she belonged to. That's the way that Tundra saw and described herself.
Tundra awaited how Hannibal would reply. She thought back to what she had said. She had only replied with a simple 'sure'. It wasn't going to help her improve with her conversation skills one bit. Oh well, at least she didn't stutter when she said that. That's one bonus. The fighter wondered if she would ever be able to gain confidence in her speaking skills and learn to just speak like 'normal cat'. She really hated how she wasn't confident, how she stuttered everytime. There was about only a few cats that Tundra didn't stutter in front of. Kits, her sister and....actually that was about it. Tundra sighed inwardly. Why was it so hard for her to talk normally yet it was so easy for her to think without stuttering? She was so glad she wasn't the Commander or Co-Commander. Imagine her trying to do big speeches in front of all the cats in the syndicate. Tundra would probably just faint at the thought of doing something like that, if she was told to do that.
"O-Oh, I'm Tundra sir", Tundra said. When she had first thought of how to reply she had strictly commanded herself to sound confident. And guess what? She stuttered on the first word. So much for confident! Tundra sat as still as a statue, the only thing that she moved was her mouth when she talked and her eyes. She could feel Hannibal's reddish-orangey hues piercing into her own yellowish-greenish eyes. She tried super hard not to make eye contact, but there was something in Hannibal's stare that wouldn't let her pull away. As if capturing her in a cage made out of fire. And this wasn't the 'romantic' kind of capturing, this was the 'If you look away you'll be gone soon' king of capturing. Tundra realised she was just staring back at Hannibal with a frozen expression and she quickly thought of something to say. "U-Uh what's your name s-sir?". The words tumbled out before she had time to properly think of what to say. The siberian she cat knew perfectly well that Hannibal was Hannibal, but it wasn't her fault. She didn't give herself a chance to think of what to say. Plus, she probably would've said that anyway. It was Tundra's beginner ways of continuing an introduction. If someone asks you for your name you state your name and ask for theirs, even if you already know. Just pretend you don't.

Random Melody

December 22nd, 2016, 11:53 AM

The sand-colored she-cat was sprawled out on a long, flat rock, her paws stretched out in front of her and one crossed over the other. Her head was raised, ears flicking as she let her emerald green eyes drift around boredly. Her tail swished, running over the rock below her as she drew her back paws under her. Briefly considering hunting, she let her tongue pass over her jaws at the thought of sinking her teeth into warm flesh and feeling the familiar tang of blood on her tongue.

Sandy slitted her eyes as she gazed around, her eyes flickering over each and every cat in the clearing. Hunting, patrolling...Either way she'd make sure she got to sink her claws into something living and warm. Because when you're evil thats all you think about, at least thats all Sandy thought about. Every day for the she-cat, it was like she had a one track mind--Killing was always priority. First, priority.

Maybe one of my dimwitted 'pals' would like to join me for a hunt. She thought, amusement lighting her hues for a split second before it disappeared. Though she was smirking deviously to her self as she thought, eyes narrowed as she let her gaze travel around. Perhaps she'd go hunting later, but for now she'd like to observe. She liked to have information of every cat in the Syndicate, for...Personal reasons. Things she and only she had to know.

The Cannibal

December 22nd, 2016, 10:21 PM

Ok Tundra. Stay calm and don't mess up your words. Don't mess up, Tundra repeated in her mind over and over again. This was one of the worst situations she had ever been put in. She was stuck in a conversation with Hannibal! The cat that could kill her in an easy paw swipe if she said a single word wrong. And to make things worse, Tundra knew she was quite an awkward cat when it came to conversations. Tundra didn't talk much to other cats, she preferred to be alone. Because of her lack of conversation with other cats, the siberian she cat had earned herself the trait of awkwardness. But even so, Tundra was an awkward cat in general. She hated that about her. Sometimes she would wonder why she couldn't just be the way that most other Syndicate cats were. Bloodthirsty, overconfident and ruthless. Tundra was just about the opposite of that. She hated seeing other cats blood (It's just so gross for her), she was so awkward and not confident with everything she did and she wasn't ruthless! She was....a failure. A failure and embarrassment to the Syndicate, the little family she had and everything else she belonged to. That's the way that Tundra saw and described herself.
Tundra awaited how Hannibal would reply. She thought back to what she had said. She had only replied with a simple 'sure'. It wasn't going to help her improve with her conversation skills one bit. Oh well, at least she didn't stutter when she said that. That's one bonus. The fighter wondered if she would ever be able to gain confidence in her speaking skills and learn to just speak like 'normal cat'. She really hated how she wasn't confident, how she stuttered everytime. There was about only a few cats that Tundra didn't stutter in front of. Kits, her sister and....actually that was about it. Tundra sighed inwardly. Why was it so hard for her to talk normally yet it was so easy for her to think without stuttering? She was so glad she wasn't the Commander or Co-Commander. Imagine her trying to do big speeches in front of all the cats in the syndicate. Tundra would probably just faint at the thought of doing something like that, if she was told to do that.
"O-Oh, I'm Tundra sir", Tundra said. When she had first thought of how to reply she had strictly commanded herself to sound confident. And guess what? She stuttered on the first word. So much for confident! Tundra sat as still as a statue, the only thing that she moved was her mouth when she talked and her eyes. She could feel Hannibal's reddish-orangey hues piercing into her own yellowish-greenish eyes. She tried super hard not to make eye contact, but there was something in Hannibal's stare that wouldn't let her pull away. As if capturing her in a cage made out of fire. And this wasn't the 'romantic' kind of capturing, this was the 'If you look away you'll be gone soon' king of capturing. Tundra realised she was just staring back at Hannibal with a frozen expression and she quickly thought of something to say. "U-Uh what's your name s-sir?". The words tumbled out before she had time to properly think of what to say. The siberian she cat knew perfectly well that Hannibal was Hannibal, but it wasn't her fault. She didn't give herself a chance to think of what to say. Plus, she probably would've said that anyway. It was Tundra's beginner ways of continuing an introduction. If someone asks you for your name you state your name and ask for theirs, even if you already know. Just pretend you don't.
She's as easy to read as a book. She's on the verge of a heart attack inside having to hold a conversation with me, she knows about me apparently. Well then good, we should remain on good terms, I won't have to deal with any sort of rudeness coming from her. Thought the tom to himself while he wore that stony mask of his, an empty smile placed on his muzzle in a mild gesture to show that he was waiting for her to speak to him. She doesn't hold a very good conversation at all, but then again, I suppose I can't expect every cat to be completely forthcoming to me. Though from her demeanor, I could assume that she's like this with any other cat, perhaps just worse so with me. Interesting, but then again not, I knew it would be like this. Sighing inwardly, he kept the smile on his muzzle and kept his gaze locked on Tundra as he waited for her name, though he already knew it. He's seen her occasionally around the Syndicate.
"Tundra." He repeated for a moment, appearing to be in thought before continuing on. "Your parents likely named you that because of the color of your fur, hm?"
At least she had an easy answer to where her name came from, Hannibal had no clue to the reasoning behind his own name, not that he cared much, he was the one to have killed his parents anyways. But still, it was a mystery the tom would never get to solve.
"Oh? Surely you've heard my name around here. I am Hannibal." That empty smile curled up into a wide grin, his orange-red hues glimmering with an unknown look. "Some like to refer to me as 'Hannibal the Cannibal', rather.. Catchy. Don't you think?" Now this wasn't something he usually included in conversation, but he was curious to see how she would react since she was so soft-spoken, so meek, so easily frightened. What would she do with this information? He was incredibly interested to find out.

Empress Of Evil

December 23rd, 2016, 06:16 PM

She's as easy to read as a book. She's on the verge of a heart attack inside having to hold a conversation with me, she knows about me apparently. Well then good, we should remain on good terms, I won't have to deal with any sort of rudeness coming from her. Thought the tom to himself while he wore that stony mask of his, an empty smile placed on his muzzle in a mild gesture to show that he was waiting for her to speak to him. She doesn't hold a very good conversation at all, but then again, I suppose I can't expect every cat to be completely forthcoming to me. Though from her demeanor, I could assume that she's like this with any other cat, perhaps just worse so with me. Interesting, but then again not, I knew it would be like this. Sighing inwardly, he kept the smile on his muzzle and kept his gaze locked on Tundra as he waited for her name, though he already knew it. He's seen her occasionally around the Syndicate.
"Tundra." He repeated for a moment, appearing to be in thought before continuing on. "Your parents likely named you that because of the color of your fur, hm?"
At least she had an easy answer to where her name came from, Hannibal had no clue to the reasoning behind his own name, not that he cared much, he was the one to have killed his parents anyways. But still, it was a mystery the tom would never get to solve.
"Oh? Surely you've heard my name around here. I am Hannibal." That empty smile curled up into a wide grin, his orange-red hues glimmering with an unknown look. "Some like to refer to me as 'Hannibal the Cannibal', rather.. Catchy. Don't you think?" Now this wasn't something he usually included in conversation, but he was curious to see how she would react since she was so soft-spoken, so meek, so easily frightened. What would she do with this information? He was incredibly interested to find out.

Did Tundra's parents name her for her fur? The she cat quickly glanced down at her fluffy fur before looking back up. It seemed so, her fur was quite like the snow you could find on a tundra. "I-I don't know. M-My parents never t-told me. They w-weren't part of the s-syndicate", Tundra stammered, the words tumbled out without any thought. The siberian she cat then smiled to herself. She had actually said a few sentences in one go! Too bad she ruined it with her stutter. It seemed ad though Tundra would never be able experience the feeling of talking without stuttering. She hated how she was so shy. Why couldn't she just be like every other normal cat? Why did she have to just be that cat who was born eith a shy personality that led to stammering? Shaking away her thoughts, she focused on Hannibal again.
Hannibal the Cannibal. The name sent shivers down her spine. "H-Hannibal the C-Cannibal", Tundra stammered. "I-It sounds c-cool", The siberian she cat remarked, though it she really didn't actually think that. "I'm just T-Tundra. I don't really h-have any n-nicknames or a-anything", Tundra said, turning her amberish, greenish gaze to her paws. Tundra noticed a wide grin upon Hannibal's face. Hannibal smiles?, Tundra thought. Oh wait, of course he would! He smiles like those crazy, insane maniacs you sometimes see!
Tundra thought about putting a smile on her own muzzle but immediately threw away the thought. She was not, keen on the idea of smiling at Hannibal. She wasn't going to lie to him by putting on a fake smile. She just kept on a normal expression, though fear was mixed into her face.

The Cannibal

December 26th, 2016, 05:52 PM

Did Tundra's parents name her for her fur? The she cat quickly glanced down at her fluffy fur before looking back up. It seemed so, her fur was quite like the snow you could find on a tundra. "I-I don't know. M-My parents never t-told me. They w-weren't part of the s-syndicate", Tundra stammered, the words tumbled out without any thought. The siberian she cat then smiled to herself. She had actually said a few sentences in one go! Too bad she ruined it with her stutter. It seemed ad though Tundra would never be able experience the feeling of talking without stuttering. She hated how she was so shy. Why couldn't she just be like every other normal cat? Why did she have to just be that cat who was born eith a shy personality that led to stammering? Shaking away her thoughts, she focused on Hannibal again.
Hannibal the Cannibal. The name sent shivers down her spine. "H-Hannibal the C-Cannibal", Tundra stammered. "I-It sounds c-cool", The siberian she cat remarked, though it she really didn't actually think that. "I'm just T-Tundra. I don't really h-have any n-nicknames or a-anything", Tundra said, turning her amberish, greenish gaze to her paws. Tundra noticed a wide grin upon Hannibal's face. Hannibal smiles?, Tundra thought. Oh wait, of course he would! He smiles like those crazy, insane maniacs you sometimes see!
Tundra thought about putting a smile on her own muzzle but immediately threw away the thought. She was not, keen on the idea of smiling at Hannibal. She wasn't going to lie to him by putting on a fake smile. She just kept on a normal expression, though fear was mixed into her face.
Slowly the toms tail flicked back and forth as if in thought as he was told by the she-cat herself that her parents weren't of the Syndicate, a rather important piece of information that she had shared willingly without much prying at all. There were very few cats in the Syndicate willing to be that open so the fact that she openly admitted a fact like that intrigued him.
Very interesting. Perhaps I won't have to pry at all for information, she seems willing enough to share things, given the right prompts. This will be very easy indeed.
"Oh? I wouldn't just go around telling other cats that. Some don't like cats that aren't pure-blood Syndicate members. Be careful who you speak to Tundra." As if to accentuate the ominous feeling that these words might create, an empty, meaningless smile crept onto the dark tom's muzzle, filled with what appeared to be malice and a dark evil look while the tom himself felt absolutely nothing while doing it. He had gotten quite good at mimicking emotions in his actions, but to him, the smile was just a movement of muscles to add to the atmosphere of his words.
With that having been said, the fact being stored somewhere within his mind palace, he let the conversation move on, dropping the small fact that he was known by another nickname, Hannibal the Cannibal, in order to read her reaction.
She lied, it seems most cats do that when I utter my nickname to them. Why? Perhaps it makes them uncomfortable, it strikes fear in them to the point where they don't want to offend me and so they attempt to lie and say something like what she just said. His mind processed rather quickly, but he showed no sign of it.
"Well not all cats get nicknames, yours would be a difficult one to find because it's only two syllables. And in general, cats of the Syndicate don't really get nicknames. Mine is more so a rumor, a story queens tell their kits at night to scare them." A strange look glittered in his eyes momentarily before vanishing without a trace. If anyone knew Hannibal, they would know that his nickname was not just a rumor.
The tom paused for a moment before tilting his head. "Why are you scared?" He suddenly questioned, having taken note of the fear in her face, though it was not unexpected, he was just curious to hear her reasoning behind it.

Slash-GNR

December 29th, 2016, 09:46 AM

Star

December 29th, 2016, 09:52 AM

StarLightGlimmer

Forestfire sat on a rock. Her mixed variations of color shined in the sunlight. Her scars covered her muscular body, but she was still strong. She let her eyes close to listen to all the sounds around her.

Moonash looked around the territory. It seemed like nothing was happening in the area. He spied a cat on a rock acting perfectly normal. Moonash saw a cat eyeing him suspiously. Does everyone think I'm a spy or something? Moonash quickly walked away from the cat and by the rock.
(Sorry if that was horrible. It was the first thing I could think of)

Slash-GNR

December 29th, 2016, 09:54 AM

Moonash looked around the territory. It seemed like nothing was happening in the area. He spied a cat on a rock acting perfectly normal. Moonash saw a cat eyeing him suspiously. Does everyone think I'm a spy or something? Moonash quickly walked away from the cat and by the rock.
(Sorry if that was horrible. It was the first thing I could think of)

The she-cat opened her eyes quickly and flicked her ears toward the cat leaving, "What are you doing?" she asked eyeing the tom. "I haven't seen you around. Who are you?" she asked in a non-emotional tone. (Your fine)

Star

December 29th, 2016, 09:58 AM

The she-cat opened her eyes quickly and flicked her ears toward the cat leaving, "What are you doing?" she asked eyeing the tom. "I haven't seen you around. Who are you?" she asked in a non-emotional tone. (Your fine)

"I'm doing my daily walk around," he said in the most serious voice,"I'm Moonash." Moonash turned around and went to find some food, for he was hungry. (GTG using up data sorry, I'll be on later. I'll PM you)

Slash-GNR

December 29th, 2016, 10:51 AM

"I'm doing my daily walk around," he said in the most serious voice,"I'm Moonash." Moonash turned around and went to find some food, for he was hungry. (GTG using up data sorry, I'll be on later. I'll PM you)

The she-cat padded over and stood in front of the tom, "What is your rank?" she asked looking him in the eyes. Her orbs were filled with sorrow and pain.

Mango

December 29th, 2016, 11:50 AM

Pistachio nervously slipped between the crowds to get to the territory and find some herbs. She hated that she was scared of almost every cat she healed.

Star

December 29th, 2016, 03:41 PM

The she-cat padded over and stood in front of the tom, "What is your rank?" she asked looking him in the eyes. Her orbs were filled with sorrow and pain.

"My rank?" He began in the most unemotional voice he could muster. He looked into her eyes and saw pain and grief. "My rank is a fighter, and I am assuming that is yours too?" She definitely doesn't show any emotion. I wonder why. I try not to, but I fail. He looked at her eyes untill she gave him an answer.

Slash-GNR

December 29th, 2016, 03:52 PM

"My rank?" He began in the most unemotional voice he could muster. He looked into her eyes and saw pain and grief. "My rank is a fighter, and I am assuming that is yours too?" She definitely doesn't show any emotion. I wonder why. I try not to, but I fail. He looked at her eyes untill she gave him an answer.

The she-cat saw the male was holding eye contact. She then blinked and shook her head, then she came back to her old self. "Yes, you are correct. It... uh is nice to have uh another Fighter," she said trying to welcome the tom. However, her tone still had little to no emotion. She wasn't used to being "nice". She looked back at the male. He was slightly larger than her which didn't bother Forestfire, but she took notes on other cats.

Star

December 29th, 2016, 07:28 PM

The she-cat saw the male was holding eye contact. She then blinked and shook her head, then she came back to her old self. "Yes, you are correct. It... uh is nice to have uh another Fighter," she said trying to welcome the tom. However, her tone still had little to no emotion. She wasn't used to being "nice". She looked back at the male. He was slightly larger than her which didn't bother Forestfire, but she took notes on other cats.

She was about to show emotion. Did I look at her eyes too long? "Nice to meet you fellow fighter," he said in a weird commanding voice, "I must get....some food, for I am starving." He took one last look at the she-cat, and walked away slowly. I'm not actually hungry...what should I do?

Slash-GNR

December 29th, 2016, 07:31 PM

She was about to show emotion. Did I look at her eyes too long? "Nice to meet you fellow fighter," he said in a weird commanding voice, "I must get....some food, for I am starving." He took one last look at the she-cat, and walked away slowly. I'm not actually hungry...what should I do?

( for I am starving- I am crying from laughter the way he phrased it xD)

Forestfire tilted her head as she watched the tom walk away. He was strange. She didn't know what to do now. She watched as he looked back at her. There was no fear or anything in his eyes. This was unusual for her. She was used to her enemies looking back at her in fear and pain.

Star

December 29th, 2016, 07:39 PM

( for I am starving- I am crying from laughter the way he phrased it xD)

Forestfire tilted her head as she watched the tom walk away. He was strange. She didn't know what to do now. She watched as he looked back at her. There was no fear or anything in his eyes. This was unusual for her. She was used to her enemies looking back at her in fear and pain.

Moonash kept his head towards the ground, his mind racing. Who was that cat? Why was she acting so...strange? He looked up and saw a much bigger cat, probably the biggest he'd ever seen, staring at him. Oh no what did I do?! The cat said nothing, and shoved Moonash out of the way. And this is why I don't trust anyone. Moonash hid any feelings and put on a sad/serious look. (Lol)

Slash-GNR

December 29th, 2016, 07:42 PM

Moonash kept his head towards the ground, his mind racing. Who was that cat? Why was she acting so...strange? He looked up and saw a much bigger cat, probably the biggest he'd ever seen, staring at him. Oh no what did I do?! The cat said nothing, and shoved Moonash out of the way. And this is why I don't trust anyone. Moonash hid any feelings and put on a sad/serious look. (Lol)

The she-cat watched as the larger cat shoved Moonash. She padded over to Moonash and mewed, "You ok? Don't pay attention to them," she said. Forestfire decided that this cat needed some help getting used to the clan.

Star

December 29th, 2016, 08:12 PM

The she-cat watched as the larger cat shoved Moonash. She padded over to Moonash and mewed, "You ok? Don't pay attention to them," she said. Forestfire decided that this cat needed some help getting used to the clan.

Moonash looked at her directly in the eyes. They were exactly the same as his sisters. He chocked on air and tried to hide his pained expression as best as he could. "I'm fine, those cats get on my nerves sometimes." He couldn't look at her eyes without feeling guilty, and he quickly turned away before the she-cat could see his tears starting to form. No matter how nice someone is, I can't trust them. He looked down a walked away, ignoring all other cats.

Slash-GNR

December 29th, 2016, 08:16 PM

Moonash looked at her directly in the eyes. They were exactly the same as his sisters. He chocked on air and tried to hide his pained expression as best as he could. "I'm fine, those cats get on my nerves sometimes." He couldn't look at her eyes without feeling guilty, and he quickly turned away before the she-cat could see his tears starting to form. No matter how nice someone is, I can't trust them. He looked down a walked away, ignoring all other cats.

Forestfire watched as the sad looking cat walked away. She had two choices, #1. Be cruel and leave him be or #2. Be his friend. There was something different about this tom that wasn't in other cats. There were feelings. His feelings attracted her somehow, like it was calling to her. She padded back over to him and nudged him. "Hey, no need to be upset," she mewed.

The Cannibal

December 29th, 2016, 08:47 PM

Cedar

Hannibal, with his silent pawsteps, padded towards the fresh kill pile that was near the middle of the camp, the movement so fluid he almost appeared to float along the ground like a ghost, a cloud. Once reaching the pile of corpses, the tom would carefully sift through until he found precisely what he wanted, his favorite piece of prey, the raven, one of the most intelligent birds that could be caught in this part of the forest, their intelligence even rivaling that of a cats. With the bird grasped by it's head, the smokey colored tom made his way to a location near the fighters den, slowly settling onto the ground to begin plucking the feathers, setting them off into a neat little pile off to the side.
Hannibal did this every time he ate, being very methodical in the way he did things, if that wasn't already known by most of the Syndicate.
This cat was quite possibly the most feared tom in the group of strays, horror stories being told of what he did to those that brushed his fur the wrong way, of what he did to the rude. Nearly every cat knew that he wasn't afraid of killing others, that he was afraid of anything at all, that he was an emotionless, ruthless cat that truly cared for no one. It was believed that he was actually the one to have killed his parents, leaving him only a single sibling, Lucifren. It is also said that he has been known to eat the kits of those who do him wrong before ending their lives, or eating rude kits in general. But these were all stories.. Right? No one knew for certain, but everyone new it was better just to keep their distance from this tom unless you truly had a death wish.
Nonetheless, he sat there 'peacefully' now, plucking the raven. After plucking it, he would drag a single claw from it's throat all the way down to the abdomen, removing the intestines and placing them aside for later before quietly digging in to the bird.

Slash-GNR

December 29th, 2016, 08:52 PM

The Cannibal

December 29th, 2016, 09:05 PM

Ares came padding into the clearing. Her bi-color eyes darting left and right. Her fur was sticking out everywhere in its normal state. She spotted another cat near the fresh kill pile. She tilted her head to one side to get a better look. She gasped, a little to loudly in fact. It was Hannibal. She has heard stories about him, but she wasn't sure if they were true or not. Now she knew he was real, but she didn't know if the stories were or not. She sat there staring at him in some kind of trance.
It wasn't uncommon for cats to stare at Hannibal, though they usually did discretely considering they had no idea if the tom would take offense to the staring or not, nonetheless, he knew the feeling of being stared at very well. Swiveling an ear slowly, he paid attention to his meal a moment longer, swallowing a mouthful before raising his head, licking his head and casually looking around to see who it was that was staring at him this time. It didn't take very long at all for the tom to see Ares standing there, blatantly staring at him, almost seeming to be frozen to the spot.
That's certainly interesting. Perhaps she's scared? Perhaps she's just deep in thought.. Alas I don't care enough to really abandon my meal in order to ask. Likely enough she'll come walking over here anyways, that's usually how this goes.
After looking over Ares for a moment, the tom would turn his attention back to his meal, going back to eating but keeping his ears tuned in the heterochromatic eyed she-cat, patiently waiting for her to approach because that's fully what he expected her to do.

Slash-GNR

December 29th, 2016, 09:09 PM

It wasn't uncommon for cats to stare at Hannibal, though they usually did discretely considering they had no idea if the tom would take offense to the staring or not, nonetheless, he knew the feeling of being stared at very well. Swiveling an ear slowly, he paid attention to his meal a moment longer, swallowing a mouthful before raising his head, licking his head and casually looking around to see who it was that was staring at him this time. It didn't take very long at all for the tom to see Ares standing there, blatantly staring at him, almost seeming to be frozen to the spot.
That's certainly interesting. Perhaps she's scared? Perhaps she's just deep in thought.. Alas I don't care enough to really abandon my meal in order to ask. Likely enough she'll come walking over here anyways, that's usually how this goes.
After looking over Ares for a moment, the tom would turn his attention back to his meal, going back to eating but keeping his ears tuned in the heterochromatic eyed she-cat, patiently waiting for her to approach because that's fully what he expected her to do.

Ares shook her head. She had already made a fool of herself. She held her head high though and padded over and sat near the tom. Not to near, but near enough. She didn't want to anger him. "Hello," she said respectfully. "You seem to be eating," she mewed. Her eyes got big. "I mean, I know your eating. I just saw that you were and it can to my mind.. you know I'm just gonna stop talking," she said as she looked at the ground now. She shut her eyes tight embarrassed by her mistake.

Star

December 30th, 2016, 06:33 AM

Forestfire watched as the sad looking cat walked away. She had two choices, #1. Be cruel and leave him be or #2. Be his friend. There was something different about this tom that wasn't in other cats. There were feelings. His feelings attracted her somehow, like it was calling to her. She padded back over to him and nudged him. "Hey, no need to be upset," she mewed.

The she-cat was surprisingly nice to him. So what if she has my sisters eyes? "I know. Thanks for caring." Moonash looked off into the distance. He remembered the night he killed his sister, how guilty he felt. "Most cats don't care at all." He looked back at her. He nudged her and turned away. Now he was actually hungry.

waterhog

December 30th, 2016, 06:43 AM

Littlefang observed the felines interactions silently from the other side of the clearing. He was preening himself by the killpile, a frog lying limp in front of him, wet and dead but otherwise untouched. The large oriental tomcat pawed thoughtlessly at his whiskers and payed diligent attention to the slightly ruffled fur upon his abdomen, seemingly oblivious to the constant gargling bubble of Syndicate life as it washed like a babbling brook over his shiny ebony pelt and about his quivering paws.

Slash-GNR

December 30th, 2016, 09:07 AM

The she-cat was surprisingly nice to him. So what if she has my sisters eyes? "I know. Thanks for caring." Moonash looked off into the distance. He remembered the night he killed his sister, how guilty he felt. "Most cats don't care at all." He looked back at her. He nudged her and turned away. Now he was actually hungry.

Forestfire gave a light smile. Then she sat down as she watched him go get food.

Star

December 30th, 2016, 11:18 AM

Forestfire gave a light smile. Then she sat down as she watched him go get food.

Moonash looked around for food. He spied a small bird at the edge of the clearing. He stealthily pawed towards it, and quickly snapped its neck. Ugh. Gross. Moonash ate the bird quietly, so no other cats would steal his meal. All of a sudden, a paper flew in front of him. He caught it with his teeth. It had no marks on it, so he let it go. Why would a random paper be in the clearing?

Slash-GNR

December 30th, 2016, 11:24 AM

Moonash looked around for food. He spied a small bird at the edge of the clearing. He stealthily pawed towards it, and quickly snapped its neck. Ugh. Gross. Moonash ate the bird quietly, so no other cats would steal his meal. All of a sudden, a paper flew in front of him. He caught it with his teeth. It had no marks on it, so he let it go. Why would a random paper be in the clearing?

The she-cat padded over to a rock and laid down on it. She watched the tom hunt. She flicked her tail tip back and forth as she watched the paper fly by. It was odd. She then went back to watching the male to make sure no one bothered him.

Star

December 30th, 2016, 11:35 AM

The she-cat padded over to a rock and laid down on it. She watched the tom hunt. She flicked her tail tip back and forth as she watched the paper fly by. It was odd. She then went back to watching the male to make sure no one bothered him.

Moonash kept feeling something was wrong, but he didn't know what. The paper was odd, but yet odd things happened everyday and he didn't have any qualms about it. He shook his head and turned to see a kit, and orange tabby, staring at him. "Is there something you need?" Moonash asked. The kit backed up and ran across the clearing. Do I really look that scary? Moonash shifted his weight
and saw a huge cat coming towards him. Probably a high-rank cat. Oh no
(I keep on making random things happen lol)

Mayflower

December 30th, 2016, 11:38 AM

Moonash kept feeling something was wrong, but he didn't know what. The paper was odd, but yet odd things happened everyday and he didn't have any qualms about it. He shook his head and turned to see a kit, and orange tabby, staring at him. "Is there something you need?" Moonash asked. The kit backed up and ran across the clearing. Do I really look that scary? Moonash shifted his weight
and saw a huge cat coming towards him. Probably a high-rank cat. Oh no
(I keep on making random things happen lol)
(well stop it)
Aurora padded around the clearing and walked up to Moonash. "Hello? I'm Aurora."

Star

December 30th, 2016, 11:42 AM

(well stop it)
Aurora padded around the clearing and walked up to Moonash. "Hello? I'm Aurora."
( Are we having a three way RP now? I mean it's fine with meh)

Moonash looked over at the she-cat on the rock. He finally turned his attention to the cat in front of him. He didn't trust her, well he didn't trust anyone, so he said, "Why are you here? I'm assuming your a fighter?" He looked back at the cat on the rock while waiting for a reply.

Mayflower

December 30th, 2016, 11:45 AM

( Are we having a three way RP now? I mean it's fine with meh)

Moonash looked over at the she-cat on the rock. He finally turned his attention to the cat in front of him. He didn't trust her, well he didn't trust anyone, so he said, "Why are you here? I'm assuming your a fighter?" He looked back at the cat on the rock while waiting for a reply.
"Why? I'm a kit." Aurora smiled shyly and shrank back. This was a bad idea, I should have played with Felicia instead. " I'm more of a healer type."

Slash-GNR

December 30th, 2016, 11:46 AM

( Are we having a three way RP now? I mean it's fine with meh)

Moonash looked over at the she-cat on the rock. He finally turned his attention to the cat in front of him. He didn't trust her, well he didn't trust anyone, so he said, "Why are you here? I'm assuming your a fighter?" He looked back at the cat on the rock while waiting for a reply.

(I'm fine with it if MooBaby is *waves to MooBaby)

Forestfire watched as another cat came near the tom. She watched them closely seeing if the female would do anything disrespectful. She yawned and put her head on her paws still eyeing the pair.

Star

December 30th, 2016, 11:49 AM

"Why? I'm a kit." Aurora smiled shyly and shrank back. This was a bad idea, I should have played with Felicia instead. " I'm more of a healer type."
Moonash looked at the little kit. She doesn't belong here. She doesn't strike me as the killer type. "Ok..." Moonash looked back at the rock cat. Everyone thinks I'm scary, she even backed away...well I wonder why. I stare at people. "How did you get here?"
(@Moobaby171....does Cedar know u r in this RP lol)

Static

December 30th, 2016, 12:37 PM

Moonash looked at the little kit. She doesn't belong here. She doesn't strike me as the killer type. "Ok..." Moonash looked back at the rock cat. Everyone thinks I'm scary, she even backed away...well I wonder why. I stare at people. "How did you get here?"
(@Moobaby171....does Cedar know u r in this RP lol)
Can I join RP with u please?

Star

December 30th, 2016, 01:12 PM

Can I join RP with u please?

(@23kgreenwell, sure if it's ok with Cedar and MooBaby171.)

meraki

December 31st, 2016, 10:49 PM

NightWarrior4Life

January 1st, 2017, 08:51 AM

(@23kgreenwell, sure if it's ok with Cedar and MooBaby171.) ooh can I join too please? I have asked Raywood and Cedar but no reply...

Star

January 1st, 2017, 09:35 AM

ooh can I join too please? I have asked Raywood and Cedar but no reply...

Ok you can join. In our RP it's MooBaby171 and Cedar.

NightWarrior4Life

January 1st, 2017, 10:02 AM

Cool so where are we currently? Do I need to post my characters? Who are the commanders?

NightWarrior4Life

January 1st, 2017, 12:01 PM

Aria sat at one end of the camp, excluding herself from all activities. She just sat there, staring, not moving even a little flinch, much like a statue. She was new to all this. She was one of the rogues they kidnapped. They said she'd fit right in. And she does. She has a gold hoop earring in each ear and through her nose. The two legs she lived with did this to her. They weren't normal two legs though. Others two legs were afraid of them. They didn't live in red stone nests and they were dirty and smelly. They were rogue two legs. Aria doesn't mind being here. She is yet to have her trial. She is yet to face the wrath of the dusk syndicate.

NightWarrior4Life

January 1st, 2017, 12:16 PM

They took her friend, Fleck as well but that was more of a kidnapping. He's only a soft kittypet. He won't survive one minute of his trial...speaking of trials, weren't they supposed to be administered a trial when they first joined? "Stupid guards...they'd be in shape if we had a commander of some sort..." She got up and padded across towards a large brown guard, a long scar down his left eye. "You! Guards! You're doing your job wrong! My friend and I are supposed to be having a trial by now!"
"Hi Aria!"
"Fleck."
"What're you doing?"
"Putting these guards in their place! Why? Do you wanna challenge them to a duel, KITTYPET?"
"Oh you're so dead. Because the code states that any low status cats caught showing hostility towards higher status cats, they'll be punished."
"Well there's no one here to punish us is there? And if we're low status what does that make us?"
"Until we can get a trial, looks like we're hostages...":getlost:

NightWarrior4Life

January 2nd, 2017, 09:21 AM

Aria now seemed slightly scared. She looked the guard up and down, realising how big he was compared to her petite body. She backed up slightly then laughed awkwardly. "Hehe...so how's ol' Renn these days? Where are all the cats? Surely you have more cats than this?" The Fleck came to the rescue "you're going to hurt me aren't you?"
"Don't mind us, we're just going to have a look around the territory...excuse us please..." The guard now turned around fully, his voice deep in a growl "you ain't going no where Kittypet!" Fleck could tell she wanted to protest but he just waved his tail over her mouth to silence her, and keep her from angering the guard even more. "I said, we're just going now, EXCUSE. US!" The guard was startled by the grey tom's sudden aggression. "My. Mistake. Head on out, but be back by dark. Dark is an exciting time for the dusk syndicate."
"Yeah I figured. Bye!" Fleck signalled to aria with a jerk of his head then they left, trotting away in the afternoon sun.

NightWarrior4Life

January 3rd, 2017, 07:17 AM

"Hello? Umm, any cats around?" Aria looked around nervously, the guard staring at her with a smirk. "There we're back before dark, happy now? Yeah I see it on your old wrinkled face!" Fleck spat. "While it's dark...does anyone want to come on a patrol with us? We're going to steal some kits..."
"Wanna come on our patrol, WrinkleFace? We're taking kits, is that alright with you your royal ugliness?"
"Fleck, stop!" But aria couldn't help laughing a little, almost mimicking the smirk on the guard's face.

NightWarrior4Life

January 4th, 2017, 01:36 PM

"Anyone?!" Aria now sounded desperate "no one?! Ok...thanks...for that..."
"Pft, nothing the two of us can't handle! I have a plan you see..."
After Fleck had finished explaining the plan, Aria grinned an evil, dirty, disgusting, criminal smile...cats were going to die tonight...she could feel it...

Teggy

January 6th, 2017, 10:58 AM

Slash-GNR

January 6th, 2017, 11:36 AM

Cedar
Nova padded into the clearing. The black and white speckled she cat was in deep thought. I dont get why cats left to join the clans... I wonder who will be our new commander... Who ever it is they better be good! She thought.

Ares padded into the clearing. She spotted another female and walked up to her, "Hello," she mewed. She looked around the clearing to see if there was anyone else around. There were very few cats.

Teggy

January 6th, 2017, 11:38 AM

Ares padded into the clearing. She spotted another female and walked up to her, "Hello," she mewed. She looked around the clearing to see if there was anyone else around. There were very few cats.
Nova looked over at Ares.
"Hello." she said with a polite nod.
"It seems some cats have found...better places to be" she said glancing around at the few cats.

Slash-GNR

January 6th, 2017, 11:41 AM

Nova looked over at Ares.
"Hello." she said with a polite nod.
"It seems some cats have found...better places to be" she said glancing around at the few cats.

Ares licked her lips as she followed the female's gaze, "Yup," she paused, "Fortunately, I don't have anywhere to be," she chuckled as she turned back to the female. "I'm Ares," she mewed.

Teggy

January 6th, 2017, 11:43 AM

Ares licked her lips as she followed the female's gaze, "Yup," she paused, "Fortunately, I don't have anywhere to be," she chuckled as she turned back to the female. "I'm Ares," she mewed.
"Nova." the blue and green eyed molly said. She looked around.
"Ive thought of leaving... But this is the only home that understands me..." Nova said.

Slash-GNR

January 6th, 2017, 11:49 AM

"Nova." the blue and green eyed molly said. She looked around.
"Ive thought of leaving... But this is the only home that understands me..." Nova said.

"Yeah, same. Hey! You have bi-color eyes like I do!" she chuckled. It was rare to find bi-colored eyed cats. "I just don't think anyone would welcome me if I leave," she mewed.

Static

January 6th, 2017, 11:53 AM

Fox scratched his ear and his father collar,s Bell made a blue.he stopped almost forgetting he had a collar and looked around for the source of the noise.once he rembered the collar he scowled and started trying to get it of with he's back legs but it would not slip.to any other cat he looked like a idiot

Teggy

January 6th, 2017, 12:04 PM

"Yeah, same. Hey! You have bi-color eyes like I do!" she chuckled. It was rare to find bi-colored eyed cats. "I just don't think anyone would welcome me if I leave," she mewed.
"i feel the same..." Nova said.
"I heard some cats have gone off to join the clans... Pathetic isnt it... If i ever became commander none pf that would happen!" she hissed.
"It infuriates me to know that they where so lost in losing Renn that they run off to the those Territory Obsessed cats." Nova said licking her paw and dragging it over her ear.

Slash-GNR

January 6th, 2017, 12:49 PM

"i feel the same..." Nova said.
"I heard some cats have gone off to join the clans... Pathetic isnt it... If i ever became commander none pf that would happen!" she hissed.
"It infuriates me to know that they where so lost in losing Renn that they run off to the those Territory Obsessed cats." Nova said licking her paw and dragging it over her ear.

"Yeah, there is nothing lower than joining one of those fox-dung clans," she hissed. "If you join the Syndicate, then you should be loyal," she ended as she groomed herself as well. "They would get punished if I were commander," she mewed.

Static

January 6th, 2017, 05:35 PM

Fox tried to get the collar off with his back legs again but still likes like a idiot.soon there was a ripping sound and it slipped off.he shook out his fur and sat down satisfied with his hands work

NightWarrior4Life

January 7th, 2017, 05:38 AM

"Yeah, there is nothing lower than joining one of those fox-dung clans," she hissed. "If you join the Syndicate, then you should be loyal," she ended as she groomed herself as well. "They would get punished if I were commander," she mewed.
"You? Commander? I don't think so! Hi I'm fleck...I wanna be commander too. I've just been on a patrol. We went and stole kits from all the clans..." Fleck came in through the entrance and gave the she-cat's ear a friendly lick.

NightWarrior4Life

January 7th, 2017, 05:39 AM

Fox tried to get the collar off with his back legs again but still likes like a idiot.soon there was a ripping sound and it slipped off.he shook out his fur and sat down satisfied with his hands work
"Having trouble? Me too...I'm a former kittypet...but I think I'll keep my collar" fleck was wearing a black leather snake skin collar with silver studs in it.

NightWarrior4Life

January 7th, 2017, 05:49 AM

"i feel the same..." Nova said.
"I heard some cats have gone off to join the clans... Pathetic isnt it... If i ever became commander none pf that would happen!" she hissed.
"It infuriates me to know that they where so lost in losing Renn that they run off to the those Territory Obsessed cats." Nova said licking her paw and dragging it over her ear.
"Hey...I like to punish people too...and what's that StarClan they talk about? It disgusts me...does StarClan have borders too? Even when they're dead? Hahaha! I'm fleck by the way..." He laughed.

Teggy

January 7th, 2017, 08:11 AM

"Hey...I like to punish people too...and what's that StarClan they talk about? It disgusts me...does StarClan have borders too? Even when they're dead? Hahaha! I'm fleck by the way..." He laughed.
"I am Nova." The she cat said.
"I think there StarClan is there excuse of doing things. they use StarClans name when they kill, eat, and steal." She spat out.

NightWarrior4Life

January 7th, 2017, 08:21 AM

"I am Nova." The she cat said.
"I think there StarClan is there excuse of doing things. they use StarClans name when they kill, eat, and steal." She spat out.
"Steal?! I'd like to see them try and steal!" He laughed. "Same for killing...when we were stealing those kits they could've just killed us there and then but instead they let us get away...they're either really mouse-brained or we're just really skilled..." He puffed out his chest proudly, hoping to win the affection and attention of these she-cats. "I've never seen you around here before...are you new? I'm new...I'm a former kittypet..."

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 10:15 AM

"You? Commander? I don't think so! Hi I'm fleck...I wanna be commander too. I've just been on a patrol. We went and stole kits from all the clans..." Fleck came in through the entrance and gave the she-cat's ear a friendly lick.

"Well, I don't see why I can't be commander," she mewed. "What makes you more qualified to be a commander?" she asked daring him to respond. She flicked her ear as he licked it. This was one stuck up male. She thought in her head. "And good for you. Stealing crying kits from their mourning mothers," she paused, "I'm pretty sure if the cats around here weren't so stuck up and only cared bout them selves, then I think we could reproduce more, and we wouldn't have to steal kits," she mewed.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 10:49 AM

"Well, I don't see why I can't be commander," she mewed. "What makes you more qualified to be a commander?" she asked daring him to respond. She flicked her ear as he licked it. This was one stuck up male. She thought in her head. "And good for you. Stealing crying kits from their mourning mothers," she paused, "I'm pretty sure if the cats around here weren't so stuck up and only cared bout them selves, then I think we could reproduce more, and we wouldn't have to steal kits," she mewed.
Frost had finally seemed to get rid of that she-cat, but she had taken up his personal time, no cat does that, but alas it had happened. It didn't matter because now his gang had a new target, Frost began to chuckle loudly as he came through the entrance, when he turned he saw the she-cat standing in the clearing with a couple other cats "foxdung!" He swore as he stared at her. "you should have let me kill her"Dred thought as he saw the she-cat "yeah yeah I know"Frost thought back.

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 10:53 AM

Frost had finally seemed to get rid of that she-cat, but she had taken up his personal time, no cat does that, but alas it had happened. It didn't matter because now his gang had a new target, Frost began to chuckle loudly as he came through the entrance, when he turned he saw the she-cat standing in the clearing with a couple other cats "foxdung!" He swore as he stared at her. "you should have let me kill her"Dred thought as he saw the she-cat "yeah yeah I know"Frost thought back.

Ares turned her head at the sent of the male she talked to earlier. She turned her bi-color eyes towards him as he seemed to be talking to himself again. She watched him for a moment almost like in a trance. She was still curious of this tom. She wasn't sure what to do at that moment in time.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 10:57 AM

Ares turned her head at the sent of the male she talked to earlier. She turned her bi-color eyes towards him as he seemed to be talking to himself again. She watched him for a moment almost like in a trance. She was still curious of this tom. She wasn't sure what to do at that moment in time.
Frost snorted and tried to walk away "can I ever get rid of her?" He hissed, he knew she would follow him though and maybe she would take her friends with her this time. "Great.........."Frost thought to himself

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 11:03 AM

Frost snorted and tried to walk away "can I ever get rid of her?" He hissed, he knew she would follow him though and maybe she would take her friends with her this time. "Great.........."Frost thought to himself

Ares watched as he began to pad away. She got up and mewed to her group, "I'll be back in a moment," then she padded over to the large tom, "Hello again. How are you doing?" she asked tilting her head as she looked up at him.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 11:07 AM

Ares watched as he began to pad away. She got up and mewed to her group, "I'll be back in a moment," then she padded over to the large tom, "Hello again. How are you doing?" she asked tilting her head as she looked up at him.
Frost stopped walking and turned to face her "what is your damage, look I'm not interested alright all I want his to take a nap and terrorize the neighborhood" Frost growled as he moved closer to her till he was looking down at her

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 11:10 AM

Frost stopped walking and turned to face her "what is your damage, look I'm not interested alright all I want his to take a nap and terrorize the neighborhood" Frost growled as he moved closer to her till he was looking down at her

Ares grunted a bit at his remark, "That seems that is all you want to do," she retorted. She looked up at him. Her bi-color eyes sharp. She was daring him to do something. She could stand up for herself.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 11:15 AM

Ares grunted a bit at his remark, "That seems that is all you want to do," she retorted. She looked up at him. Her bi-color eyes sharp. She was daring him to do something. She could stand up for herself.
"So what it's fun, it keeps Dred busy and most of all it keeps others below me so when I kill them, I. Don't. Care!" Frost wrenched his head back and let out a eerie yowl that would scare any cat. Frost then chuckled once again "what makes you think your worth my time?" He asked

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 11:17 AM

"So what it's fun, it keeps Dred busy and most of all it keeps others below so when I kill them, I. Don't. Care!" Frost wrenched his head back and let out a eerie yowl that would scare any cat. Frost then chuckled once again "what makes you think your worth my time?" He asked

"Because it seems I'm the only one that gives you my time," she snapped back. "It seems that other cats are to afraid of you to even lay eyes on you," she said. She perked her ears forward again after his spine tingling yowl.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 11:23 AM

"Because it seems I'm the only one that gives you my time," she snapped back. "It seems that other cats are to afraid of you to even lay eyes on you," she said. She perked her ears forward again after his spine tingling yowl.
Frost stared at her "this miserable runt is trying to..." Dred began to yowl outrageously in Frost's mind "shut up!" Frost yowled, beyond irritated at this point and he didn't need help from the peanut gallery. "Listen runt I know what your trying to do, it's the same thing my mother did, don't patronize me, I don't need your sympathy or anyone else's for that matter!" Frost yowled at her before he whipped around, his tail hitting her face, and began to stalk off

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 11:27 AM

Frost stared at her "this miserable runt is trying to..." Dred began to yowl outrageously in Frost's mind "shut up!" Frost yowled, beyond irritated at this point and he didn't need help from the peanut gallery. "Listen runt I know what your trying to do, it's the same thing my mother did, don't patronize me, I don't need your sympathy or anyone else's for that matter!" Frost yowled at her before he whipped around, his tail hitting her face, and began to stalk off

The she-cat hissed as his tail came around. However, she would put on a smile as she continued to follow him silently. She was to stubborn to let this tom go. Whether he liked it or not.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 11:31 AM

The she-cat hissed as his tail came around. However, she would put on a smile as she continued to follow him silently. She was to stubborn to let this tom go. Whether he liked it or not.
Frost knew she was following "go away runt" He muttered, he wouldn't let her get to him, he had built an entire group based on his morbid Beliefs, and he wouldn't let this she-cat ruin it.

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 11:36 AM

Frost knew she was following "go away runt" He muttered, he wouldn't let her get to him, he had built an entire group based on his morbid Beliefs, and he wouldn't let this she-cat ruin it.

"No," she said simply, "I have already invested enough time in your that I'm not going to stop," she mewed. She continued to follow the taller male.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 11:40 AM

"No," she said simply, "I have already invested enough time in your that I'm not going to stop," she mewed. She continued to follow the taller male.
"What's the point! Do you want to see me struggle and suffer, heh maybe I took you for the wrong type of cat, your just like me aren't you? You just go about it a different way" Frost growled at her

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 11:44 AM

"What's the point! Do you want to see me struggle and suffer, heh maybe I took you for the wrong type of cat, your just like me aren't you? You just go about it a different way" Frost growled at her

Ares looked at the tom, "No, I'm not like you. I don't kill for fun," she paused, "I don't see justice or glory in watching another cat suffer," she mewed. "I like to see the brighter things in life. Even though this isn't the best place to see it. I still try to," she ended.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 11:47 AM

Ares looked at the tom, "No, I'm not like you. I don't kill for fun," she paused, "I don't see justice or glory in watching another cat suffer," she mewed. "I like to see the brighter things in life. Even though this isn't the best place to see it. I still try to," she ended.
"Oh an optimist, we'll let me tell you something....there is no light only darkness, especially here, we are all tiny little specks in a much bigger world, nothing we do or create will ever amount to anything in this world" Frost hissed as he stopped walking once again

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 11:52 AM

"Oh an optimist, we'll let me tell you something....there is no light only darkness, especially here, we are all tiny little specks in a much bigger world, nothing we do or create will ever amount to anything in this world" Frost hissed as he stopped walking once again

"Yet flowers bloom after the cold season. After they die, they rise up to become beautiful," she mewed. "And somehow you don't see light and beauty in that?" she asked. "If so, then you must be one of the most stubborn cats I have ever met," she said.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 11:56 AM

"Yet flowers bloom after the cold season. After they die, they rise up to become beautiful," she mewed. "And somehow you don't see light and beauty in that?" she asked. "If so, then you must be one of the most stubborn cats I have ever met," she said.
Frost chuckled and shook his head "yet that same flower competes with the others of it's own kind ever greedily reaching for the sun, but in the end after all that fighting and struggle someone could come along and trample it destroying all that it created, erasing all its ever done to nothing, the same can happen to us" Frost argued back

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 12:00 PM

Frost chuckled and shook his head "yet that same flower competes with the others of it's own kind ever greedily reaching for the sun, but in the end after all that fighting and struggle someone could come along and trample it destroying all that it created, erasing all its ever done to nothing, the same can happen to us" Frost argued back

"Why can't you just be happy for once!" she sighed. "It is simple, yet you choose to ignore it," she mewed. She looked at the ground. "I bet your other side wishes to kill me, huh?" she asked.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 12:04 PM

"Why can't you just be happy for once!" she sighed. "It is simple, yet you choose to ignore it," she mewed. She looked at the ground. "I bet your other side wishes to kill me, huh?" she asked.
"Because emotion just hurts us, it hinders us, leads us to false hope so we can fall and just do the same thing again and again until we break!" Frost yowled, then he saw her look at the ground, defeated "yes he does" He meowed satisfied

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 12:07 PM

"Because emotion just hurts us, it hinders us, leads us to false hope so we can fall and just do the same thing again and again until we break!" Frost yowled, then he saw her look at the ground, defeated "yes he does" He meowed satisfied

"Well, then why don't you let him?" she dared him. "You don't seem to like me very much in the first place," she said. "So, go ahead. Get rid of me," she mewed.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 12:10 PM

"Well, then why don't you let him?" she dared him. "You don't seem to like me very much in the first place," she said. "So, go ahead. Get rid of me," she mewed.
Frost shook his head "oh I would like too, but then I'd be kicked out of the Syndicate, you see I like this place but it has rules that I somewhat respect and follow to an extent" He meowed

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 12:15 PM

Frost shook his head "oh I would like too, but then I'd be kicked out of the Syndicate, you see I like this place but it has rules that I somewhat respect and follow to an extent" He meowed

"Well, then your just gonna have to get used to me," she mewed now smiling. "Uhh your name is Frost right?" she asked tilting her head.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 12:16 PM

"Well, then your just gonna have to get used to me," she mewed now smiling. "Uhh your name is Frost right?" she asked tilting her head.
"Great...." he meowed then he turned back around and started walking again "yes it is and yours?" He asked

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 12:43 PM

"Great...." he meowed then he turned back around and started walking again "yes it is and yours?" He asked

"Ares," she stated simply. "You gonna put me on your hit list now?" she asked tilting her head.

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 02:09 PM

Static

January 7th, 2017, 02:17 PM

Thorn sat in the clearing grooming her fluffy pelt. She normally did not talk to many other cats. She preferred to stay to herself. No one really cared for her, so why should she be kind to them in return?
Fox stormed away Frome the gathering moumnd flexing his claws."we asked for a leader,but I rightfully deserve to be leader.me and the cat I stole the kits with yesterday.name one cat who has stole kits right under a clans nose?"he asked herself.himself.suddenly he bumped into thorn and backed away surprised."I'm sorry!"he meowed tail twitching now in embaresment.

NightWarrior4Life

January 7th, 2017, 02:17 PM

Ares turned her head at the sent of the male she talked to earlier. She turned her bi-color eyes towards him as he seemed to be talking to himself again. She watched him for a moment almost like in a trance. She was still curious of this tom. She wasn't sure what to do at that moment in time.
"Is there a problem?" Fleck asked, noticing the way Ares glared at the cat that just arrived.

NightWarrior4Life

January 7th, 2017, 02:20 PM

"Well, I don't see why I can't be commander," she mewed. "What makes you more qualified to be a commander?" she asked daring him to respond. She flicked her ear as he licked it. This was one stuck up male. She thought in her head. "And good for you. Stealing crying kits from their mourning mothers," she paused, "I'm pretty sure if the cats around here weren't so stuck up and only cared bout them selves, then I think we could reproduce more, and we wouldn't have to steal kits," she mewed.
"Ah, little do you know, that happens to be my aim you see? The she-cats in here seem to take a liking to me...like a real liking...it's hard to choose just one mate so, why not let them all have the pleasure of delivering my handsome children..." He said, smugly. As if he had any authority around here. A status, yes, the kit stealer, the queen murderer...but that was all part of the Disk Syndicate lifestyle...a lifestyle only some cats were suited to...

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 02:21 PM

Fox stormed away Frome the gathering moumnd flexing his claws."we asked for a leader,but I rightfully deserve to be leader.me and the cat I stole the kits with yesterday.name one cat who has stole kits right under a clans nose?"he asked herself.himself.suddenly he bumped into thorn and backed away surprised."I'm sorry!"he meowed tail twitching now in embaresment.

Thorn looked to see a male bump into her. "That is alright," she mewed simply. "What are you so mad about?" she asked tilting her head. She was used to seeing angry cats, but he seemed caught on something.

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 02:23 PM

"Ah, little do you know, that happens to be my aim you see? The she-cats in here seem to take a liking to me...like a real liking...it's hard to choose just one mate so, why not let them all have the pleasure of delivering my handsome children..." He said, smugly. As if he had any authority around here. A status, yes, the kit stealer, the queen murderer...but that was all part of the Disk Syndicate lifestyle...a lifestyle only some cats were suited to...

"Hmph. Well there is one she-cat that doesn't seem to take a liking to you, me," she shot back at him. She then turned her head around and padded over to a rock and sat down upon it. She began to groom her white ashy pelt.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 02:24 PM

Thorn looked to see a male bump into her. "That is alright," she mewed simply. "What are you so mad about?" she asked tilting her head. She was used to seeing angry cats, but he seemed caught on something.
They made a commander who can't even speak up for herself(or him.I don't know)!I have never even seen him around.fox looked suddenly embaresed as he noticed it was a she cat.she seemed current than the other ones and he could not help but liking her.

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 02:40 PM

They made a commander who can't even speak up for herself(or him.I don't know)!I have never even seen him around.fox looked suddenly embaresed as he noticed it was a she cat.she seemed current than the other ones and he could not help but liking her.

Thorn looked at the even height male. "Hmm, hopefully she will learn how to," she responded. "I'm Thorn," she mewed. I normally don't come out of the shadows, but since there are new leaders I preferred to," she ended. "I haven't seen you around here," she said.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 02:45 PM

Thorn looked at the even height male. "Hmm, hopefully she will learn how to," she responded. "I'm Thorn," she mewed. I normally don't come out of the shadows, but since there are new leaders I preferred to," she ended. "I haven't seen you around here," she said.
"I've been around the clans latly." He replied.not mentioning how he had helped in the failed plan to steal kits

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 02:56 PM

"I've been around the clans latly." He replied.not mentioning how he had helped in the failed plan to steal kits

"Hmm, why have you been around the clans? Thinking of joining them?" she asked tilting her head to one side.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 02:58 PM

"Hmm, why have you been around the clans? Thinking of joining them?" she asked tilting her head to one side.
"No.why would I join that place?they train kits way later than us,worship there healer.they are weak.our healer ain't bad though but still." He told the she cat confused with the question."it's a rule we can't join the clans"she told herself.

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 03:07 PM

"No.why would I join that place?they train kits way later than us,worship there healer.they are weak.our healer ain't bad though but still." He told the she cat confused with the question."it's a rule we can't join the clans"she told herself.

"I know," she stated. "But still. One could manage to run away," she mewed. She looked the male up and down. He seemed like the loyal type. She blinked as she looked him over.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 03:10 PM

"I know," she stated. "But still. One could manage to run away," she mewed. She looked the male up and down. He seemed like the loyal type. She blinked as she looked him over.
Fox watched the cat,imagining her as his mate.she seems loyal...
He imagined her as his mate with kits.he curled his tail over his paws and thought that was a good idea.just the two of them.

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 03:20 PM

Fox watched the cat,imagining her as his mate.she seems loyal...
He imagined her as his mate with kits.he curled his tail over his paws and thought that was a good idea.just the two of them.

The she-cat tilted her head as he seemed to be in a trance. "You ok there?" she asked confused. "You seemed to space out," she said blinking. This was a strange tom.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 03:23 PM

"I'm fine" fox replied

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 03:29 PM

"I'm fine" fox replied

"That's good. I thought I would have to take you to the Healer," she chuckled. "I don't prefer to socialize with many cats, but since new leaders have been appointed, I thought I would come out," she mewed.

Reverie

January 7th, 2017, 03:33 PM

Complexity walked around the Clearing, her eyes clearly full of agony.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 03:34 PM

"That's good. I thought I would have to take you to the Healer," she chuckled. "I don't prefer to socialize with many cats, but since new leaders have been appointed, I thought I would come out," she mewed.
Fox nodded.he never really!y socialized much intill he met fleck at the skyclan border and they tried to steal the kits.without a leader,the cats had been a little hostile.he still beloved they would be,science the new leader could not keep conntroll.

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 03:40 PM

Fox nodded.he never really!y socialized much intill he met fleck at the skyclan border and they tried to steal the kits.without a leader,the cats had been a little hostile.he still beloved they would be,science the new leader could not keep conntroll.

Thorn tilted her head, "What were you doing near the clans?" if I may ask. She mewed.

Reverie

January 7th, 2017, 03:41 PM

Thorn tilted her head, "What were you doing near the clans?" if I may ask. She mewed.

"Exactly what I was wondering." Complexity stopped and joined the cats.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 03:49 PM

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 03:52 PM

Fox flicked his tail and replied calmly,"me and fleck where trying to get new members for the syndicate."he drew a paw over his ear but was clearly quite proud of what he did.it was what syndicate cats did all the time.even though he had not succeeded,he almost had.he would have if fleck would have just waited longer like he had told him.

The female looked to the new she-cat that joined the group. She nodded as she turned back to the response of the male, "Oh, I'm afraid I don't know of this Fleck," she mewed. "And it would be nice to have some new cats," she mewed.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 03:53 PM

The female looked to the new she-cat that joined the group. She nodded as she turned back to the response of the male, "Oh, I'm afraid I don't know of this Fleck," she mewed. "And it would be nice to have some new cats," she mewed.
"Yes it would" she replied continuing to clean her ears

Reverie

January 7th, 2017, 03:54 PM

She nods, "It would, especially with.." She stopped.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 04:04 PM

She nods, "It would, especially with.." She stopped.
Fox pricked his ears.
"Go on." He said interested in what she was going to say

Reverie

January 7th, 2017, 04:08 PM

Fox pricked his ears.
"Go on." He said interested in what she was going to say

"Nevermind"

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 04:12 PM

"Nevermind"

"No, go on," the female mewed. "You have already started speaking. You might as well continue," she ended looking at her.

Reverie

January 7th, 2017, 04:15 PM

"No, go on," the female mewed. "You have already started speaking. You might as well continue," she ended looking at her.

"You already know what I'm bound to say, Thorn."

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 04:17 PM

"You already know what I'm bound to say, Thorn."

Thorn shook her head, "I sadly don't, but still. I sure this tom would like to know," she mewed.

Reverie

January 7th, 2017, 04:18 PM

Thorn shook her head, "I sadly don't, but still. I sure this tom would like to know," she mewed.

She sighed then spoke, "Cats seem to have left.. Maybe I'm just overreacting."

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 04:20 PM

She sighed then spoke, "Cats seem to have left.. Maybe I'm just overreacting."

"I normally don't socialize, so therefore, I don't tend to get a ton of news. I listen though. I watch. However, I regret to inform that I have not heard of many cats leaving," she paused, "May be I should change who I listen to," she mewed.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 04:56 PM

"If I where Commander none of this would happen!" Fox growled

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 05:00 PM

"If I where Commander none of this would happen!" Fox growled

Thorn put her muzzle to the male's shoulder to try to calm him down. "We can't change what has already happened," she mewed.

Reverie

January 7th, 2017, 05:03 PM

Thorn put her muzzle to the male's shoulder to try to calm him down. "We can't change what has already happened," she mewed.

"Calm down, we still have cats, at least."

Static

January 7th, 2017, 05:05 PM

"Calm down, we still have cats, at least."
Fox forced his fur to lie flat at the cats scent against his shoulder.he Satback down and said,"if this new Commander does not at least punish cats that leave I'll do it myself"

Reverie

January 7th, 2017, 05:06 PM

She rolled her eyes then stopped, a feeling overcoming her.

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 05:09 PM

Fox forced his fur to lie flat at the cats scent against his shoulder.he Satback down and said,"if this new Commander does not at least punish cats that leave I'll do it myself"

Thorn felt a bit worried at the tom's anger, but she let it slide. May be he would forget about it. She thought. She licked his shoulder to calm him, then she brought her head back up again. "I do agree. They should be punishes, but if they have already reached and joined a clan. We should just leave them alone. There is no reason to start a fight," she mewed.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 05:15 PM

Thorn felt a bit worried at the tom's anger, but she let it slide. May be he would forget about it. She thought. She licked his shoulder to calm him, then she brought her head back up again. "I do agree. They should be punishes, but if they have already reached and joined a clan. We should just leave them alone. There is no reason to start a fight," she mewed.
Fox silently thought,"yhea.we should.the clans would not let us join then.plus we could expand our territory..."

(U can't read my thoughts XD)

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 05:20 PM

Fox silently thought,"yhea.we should.the clans would not let us join then.plus we could expand our territory..."

(U can't read my thoughts XD)

(Sorry, your 'thought' was in "" marks, which means that the person or thing is saying what is inside those marks. So I thought he was saying it xD. When u want to say something he thought use ' marks not " it helps a lot or says: he thought: after what he said.

Thorn frowned. "I'm going to go hunt," she mewed. She got up and began to pad out of the clearing.

Static

January 7th, 2017, 05:35 PM

Fox watched her go and got up after she left.he left the camp and headed away Frome the other cats

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 05:39 PM

Fox watched her go and got up after she left.he left the camp and headed away Frome the other cats

(Post in territory)

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 06:52 PM

"Ares," she stated simply. "You gonna put me on your hit list now?" she asked tilting her head.
Frost chuckled "perhaps I'll bet my gang would kill you for free" He meowed as he continued to walk

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 06:54 PM

Frost chuckled "perhaps I'll bet my gang would kill you for free" He meowed as he continued to walk

"Oh really?" she paused, "I like to see them try," she mewed.

Blackout

January 7th, 2017, 07:07 PM

"Oh really?" she paused, "I like to see them try," she mewed.
Frost shook his head "your so sure of yourself yet you don't know how many follow me" He meowed

Slash-GNR

January 7th, 2017, 07:17 PM

Frost shook his head "your so sure of yourself yet you don't know how many follow me" He meowed

"Your right," she said simply. "Where are we going?" she asked looking up at him.

The Cannibal

January 7th, 2017, 07:22 PM

(for honey.freckled and/or Duskflight)
Imagine being trapped in a dark, claustrophobic box. Imagine not ever being able to escape from that box-ever. Imagine being forever alone stuck in that box, claustrophobic, and tight, dark, scary, and not alone. Which is truly more scary?
Now imagine that very box being opened. Clear, crisp, cold, and fresh air would flood into your lungs as you stepped outside.
That is what it is like for Jaime. Every day, being encased in the box that was his body-or their body-Malcolm's body. Jamie really didn't mind Malcolm. He respected him, actually. But that didn't mean that he wanted to be with Malcolm all the time. But when Malcolm was the one in control, Jamie felt safer, knowing that if the shared body was every attacked, Malcolm would save them all- even if it meant the death of another. Oddly, even though Jamie seemed to be as far opposite to Malcolm as the North Pole was to the South, they did not hate each other as much as one would have thought.
Jamie knew he was, in fact, least likely to ever hurt another cat, and he sometimes would wonder if Malcolm disliked him for that, as if he'd let him down. Jamie never truly felt safe when he himself was in control, honestly. As he wasn't strong enough to save himself from another. Not even if his life-their lives, depended on it. Although being in control had its not-so-claustrophobic perks and the feeling of sweet freedom, it was bittersweet.
Like a caterpillar emerging from a chrysalis, it was refreshing and beautiful. The butterfly could now soar above the trees, but, alas, the skies were also home to creatures bigger than it, and it's likeliness of being a bird's lunch were much higher than when the butterfly was only but a caterpillar.
Jamie was the butterfly now. Free, but defenseless. And anything could be the bird.

Deep thoughts such as these were often the sort of things that went on in this cat's mind, however, Jamie never showed it, as a cat at the mere age of six moons wouldn't ever understand such a thing.
The leafbare zephyr was the only thing to rouse the Turkish Angora from the sinking depths of his own mind. The bare branches of the nearby trees seemed to reach out towards him like long, clawed fingers, grasping for something unknown. Jamie's ears flicked as the sounds and scents of the forest beyond flooded through him. The cat flicked his pale gaze in the direction of voices from the others in the camp. He got to his paws, which seemed too big for him as well as his entire body. He glanced around, his gaze falling enviously upon the small forms of some kits. The forms he truly wished he'd been given. The middle twenty moon old cat looked down at his fully grown body in disgust.
This is not who I'm meant to be, he thought sadly. This isn't what I'm supposed to be.
Jamie stared at the kits a bit longer, wishing that somehow, some way, that could've been him.
Jamie sighed and shook his head, padding to the kill pile to grab something small to eat. As he looked around, his eyes fell upon a cat or two he'd never seen.
I suppose that cats are still being accepted into the Dusk Syndicate, even without a commander to lead us, Jamie thought as he thought about his own test.
He didn't remember much, as it had been Malcolm who'd killed the poor, innocent loner who'd done nothing but live his life. A flickering flame of a life, smoldered by the paws of a killer.
{It took me so long to reply to this, I'm sorry o.o"}

Imagine living inside of a husk, completely empty, no feelings of compassion, of love, of happiness, of caring, no feelings of sadness, of anger, of guilt, not a single emotion at all. Imagine living in this husk for every single day of your life without a chance of ever shedding the husk and experiencing the vibrant world of emotions there was to feel.
That. That right there, is what Hannibal was, some would barely even consider him a cat and would much rather prefer the term of monster, but he couldn't help that that was how he was born. And he certainly couldn't change the fact either, nor did he desire to because, quite simply, he saw emotions as irrelevant and things to be discarded anyways. Hannibal had no desire to feel emotions, none what so ever, he didn't care for feeling happy or sad, joy or anger, it just didn't matter. And this lack of emotion, it turned him into a stone, an eerie husk of a cat with eyes that burned like fire that could bore into any cats soul and freeze them to the spot until he turned his gaze away from them.
What he was, was a sociopath, some would call him a psychopath because he killed cats, but actually that was false. Psychopaths are unstable cats that lash out randomly to fill a desire and that, that was simply not him. Hannibal was in control of every one of his actions and he did not lash out randomly, but precisely, he knew who he wanted to kill and he always had a reason behind it, the most pronounced one that many of the Syndicate have come to learn was for the pure simple fact of another cat being rude to him. For whatever reason, it was one thing that Hannibal could not stand and it could bring about a vague sense of anger, and I mean truly vague, just a very bare inkling of it, but those cats that were rude to him.. Well, may Starclan save their soul. He was not a cat you willingly wanted to cross paths with because no one truly knew what his definition of rude was and they did not want to fall to the claws of this tom because they knew a most terrible fate would befall them. And there have been whisperings that this tom was a cannibal, no physical proof that he is one, just small findings, some cats say they've seen him eat others, but it could just be gossip, only a few cats truly know the answer to it. A few alive cats anyways.

Currently, Hannibal sat by the fighters den, a usual place for him throughout the day if he wasn't out on one of his strolls or wherever he goes when he isn't in camp or on duty as a fighter. He had just finished a meal it appears because there was a very neat pile of bones and a very neat pile of feathers, each of the bones licked completely clean and shined dully in the light that filled the camp. The tom was simply laying there, his forepaws stretched in front of him, a sort of sophistication to the way he sat, his fiery eyes slowly sweeping back and forth through the clearing, watching cats do what they normally do, making tiny mental notes for each one to store away into his mind for possible later use, a habit he had made long ago.
In case it wasn't already known, Hannibal had been born into the Syndicate, no one knows what happened to his and his sibling's parents, but there was a good speculation that he had done them in. And so he and Lucifren had grown up under the care of another cat, the cat more welcoming to Lucifren than the dark grey cat for obvious reasons, but nonetheless the two were raised. But Hannibal certainly wasn't new to the Syndicate that was for sure.

meraki

January 7th, 2017, 07:47 PM

{It took me so long to reply to this, I'm sorry o.o"}

Imagine living inside of a husk, completely empty, no feelings of compassion, of love, of happiness, of caring, no feelings of sadness, of anger, of guilt, not a single emotion at all. Imagine living in this husk for every single day of your life without a chance of ever shedding the husk and experiencing the vibrant world of emotions there was to feel.
That. That right there, is what Hannibal was, some would barely even consider him a cat and would much rather prefer the term of monster, but he couldn't help that that was how he was born. And he certainly couldn't change the fact either, nor did he desire to because, quite simply, he saw emotions as irrelevant and things to be discarded anyways. Hannibal had no desire to feel emotions, none what so ever, he didn't care for feeling happy or sad, joy or anger, it just didn't matter. And this lack of emotion, it turned him into a stone, an eerie husk of a cat with eyes that burned like fire that could bore into any cats soul and freeze them to the spot until he turned his gaze away from them.
What he was, was a sociopath, some would call him a psychopath because he killed cats, but actually that was false. Psychopaths are unstable cats that lash out randomly to fill a desire and that, that was simply not him. Hannibal was in control of every one of his actions and he did not lash out randomly, but precisely, he knew who he wanted to kill and he always had a reason behind it, the most pronounced one that many of the Syndicate have come to learn was for the pure simple fact of another cat being rude to him. For whatever reason, it was one thing that Hannibal could not stand and it could bring about a vague sense of anger, and I mean truly vague, just a very bare inkling of it, but those cats that were rude to him.. Well, may Starclan save their soul. He was not a cat you willingly wanted to cross paths with because no one truly knew what his definition of rude was and they did not want to fall to the claws of this tom because they knew a most terrible fate would befall them. And there have been whisperings that this tom was a cannibal, no physical proof that he is one, just small findings, some cats say they've seen him eat others, but it could just be gossip, only a few cats truly know the answer to it. A few alive cats anyways.

Currently, Hannibal sat by the fighters den, a usual place for him throughout the day if he wasn't out on one of his strolls or wherever he goes when he isn't in camp or on duty as a fighter. He had just finished a meal it appears because there was a very neat pile of bones and a very neat pile of feathers, each of the bones licked completely clean and shined dully in the light that filled the camp. The tom was simply laying there, his forepaws stretched in front of him, a sort of sophistication to the way he sat, his fiery eyes slowly sweeping back and forth through the clearing, watching cats do what they normally do, making tiny mental notes for each one to store away into his mind for possible later use, a habit he had made long ago.
In case it wasn't already known, Hannibal had been born into the Syndicate, no one knows what happened to his and his sibling's parents, but there was a good speculation that he had done them in. And so he and Lucifren had grown up under the care of another cat, the cat more welcoming to Lucifren than the dark grey cat for obvious reasons, but nonetheless the two were raised. But Hannibal certainly wasn't new to the Syndicate that was for sure.
(omg don't worry about it)

The smokey tabby lifted his head up, his pale gaze falling on the dark form of the infamous Hannibal. He, like all the others in the Dusk Syndicate, had heard the rumors. Jamie knew that the other cat was a sociopath, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for the feline. He knew from experience that it did not feel good to have rumors spread about you, but he also considered the possibility that the rumors weren't just rumors. As Jamie watched Hannibal, he noted the neat and organized way the tom ate his prey, each bone clean and shining, not a speck of flesh on them, and it almost made him smile, as it reminded him a bit of Hugo, another personality. It was then when Jamie realized he was staring, and he went back to eating the prey set in front of his dark paws, but he couldn't help but look at Hannibal occasionally. Something about him fascinated Jamie, as he wondered silently about how it would feel to actually feel nothing.
I suppose he doesn't even care about the rumors, he suspected. How could he?
The feline shook his head and finished his prey, the bones, unlike Hannibal's, were not completely stripped of flesh, and the feathers were everywhere, one particularly large feather stuck in Jamie's fur, the delicate thing was stuck in his chest fur, but it was clean of blood, and looked as though he'd put the feather there himself.
An odd feeling washed over him, one he so unhappily recognized. It was almost like deja vu, and in an instant, the cat knew that Malcolm was growing restless and would rise soon. It must've looked odd to any one who would pass by, the cat had very suddenly had a look of shock and horror drawn all over his face. Jamie blinked a few times, before looking around, looking rather shaken up. He'd been overcome with the feeling that he should warn others, warn them that soon, several could loose their lives.
But on the inside, Jamie knew that no one would listen. He was merely a kit trapped in an adult cat's body, and no one would listen, ever.
Seemingly in a daze, Jamie got to his paws and padded away from the clearing to get some air.

The Cannibal

January 7th, 2017, 08:13 PM

(omg don't worry about it)

The smokey tabby lifted his head up, his pale gaze falling on the dark form of the infamous Hannibal. He, like all the others in the Dusk Syndicate, had heard the rumors. Jamie knew that the other cat was a sociopath, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for the feline. He knew from experience that it did not feel good to have rumors spread about you, but he also considered the possibility that the rumors weren't just rumors. As Jamie watched Hannibal, he noted the neat and organized way the tom ate his prey, each bone clean and shining, not a speck of flesh on them, and it almost made him smile, as it reminded him a bit of Hugo, another personality. It was then when Jamie realized he was staring, and he went back to eating the prey set in front of his dark paws, but he couldn't help but look at Hannibal occasionally. Something about him fascinated Jamie, as he wondered silently about how it would feel to actually feel nothing.
I suppose he doesn't even care about the rumors, he suspected. How could he?
The feline shook his head and finished his prey, the bones, unlike Hannibal's, were not completely stripped of flesh, and the feathers were everywhere, one particularly large feather stuck in Jamie's fur, the delicate thing was stuck in his chest fur, but it was clean of blood, and looked as though he'd put the feather there himself.
An odd feeling washed over him, one he so unhappily recognized. It was almost like deja vu, and in an instant, the cat knew that Malcolm was growing restless and would rise soon. It must've looked odd to any one who would pass by, the cat had very suddenly had a look of shock and horror drawn all over his face. Jamie blinked a few times, before looking around, looking rather shaken up. He'd been overcome with the feeling that he should warn others, warn them that soon, several could loose their lives.
But on the inside, Jamie knew that no one would listen. He was merely a kit trapped in an adult cat's body, and no one would listen, ever.
Seemingly in a daze, Jamie got to his paws and padded away from the clearing to get some air.

The feeling of having other cats looking at you was not a sensation that Hannibal was unfamiliar with, in fact, he had gone rather accustomed to the feeling, there always seemed to be a cat casting a glance his way, looking at him thinking that he couldn't tell but they were always mistaken. Who is it this time? Thought the tom inwardly, not much interest given to the idea of who it was. As nonchalant as ever, he began to focus more, searching for the cat that had their head swiveled in his direction. He's had several cats that simply stood there as if paralyzed, staring at him until realizing what they were doing and promptly scurrying away as if he'd give chase to them and end them right then and there in the middle of the clearing. Which was most certainly not something Hannibal would do, he was not a reckless tom, not at all and he wasn't an idiot either. He would let those rumors stay rumors because they were harmless, the minute they started to get evidence and actually accusing him.. That's when he would have to start trimming the herd, then it would simply go back down to just rumors because no who actually knew would be alive to keep the accusations growing in momentum. But rumors were completely harmless, just gossip and truly, Hannibal could care less, he had more interesting things to focus his attention on.
It didn't take him very long to find the cat that was staring at him, it was a quick flash of movement, the cat must have realized they were staring and now? Hannibal was staring at him. Analyzing him just like he did with every single cat in this Syndicate. He saw the way he had eaten, certainly not clean and sophisticated, but that was like most other cats in the Syndicate, but then, something interesting happened. A seemingly random switch in emotion from the previously, what appeared to be, calm tom grew a look of utter fear. Oh?
And now the cat was leaving. Well that's rather intriguing. As Jamie got up and headed out of the clearing, the dark grey tom slowly rose to his paws, stretching slowly, flexing his claws before silently, and rather slowly, following the cat out, moving along the grass as silently as a ghost and making sure he gave the other cat a nice head start so that he couldn't be scented by the other. He wanted to know what this cat was up to.

meraki

January 7th, 2017, 08:34 PM

The feeling of having other cats looking at you was not a sensation that Hannibal was unfamiliar with, in fact, he had gone rather accustomed to the feeling, there always seemed to be a cat casting a glance his way, looking at him thinking that he couldn't tell but they were always mistaken. Who is it this time? Thought the tom inwardly, not much interest given to the idea of who it was. As nonchalant as ever, he began to focus more, searching for the cat that had their head swiveled in his direction. He's had several cats that simply stood there as if paralyzed, staring at him until realizing what they were doing and promptly scurrying away as if he'd give chase to them and end them right then and there in the middle of the clearing. Which was most certainly not something Hannibal would do, he was not a reckless tom, not at all and he wasn't an idiot either. He would let those rumors stay rumors because they were harmless, the minute they started to get evidence and actually accusing him.. That's when he would have to start trimming the herd, then it would simply go back down to just rumors because no who actually knew would be alive to keep the accusations growing in momentum. But rumors were completely harmless, just gossip and truly, Hannibal could care less, he had more interesting things to focus his attention on.
It didn't take him very long to find the cat that was staring at him, it was a quick flash of movement, the cat must have realized they were staring and now? Hannibal was staring at him. Analyzing him just like he did with every single cat in this Syndicate. He saw the way he had eaten, certainly not clean and sophisticated, but that was like most other cats in the Syndicate, but then, something interesting happened. A seemingly random switch in emotion from the previously, what appeared to be, calm tom grew a look of utter fear. Oh?
And now the cat was leaving. Well that's rather intriguing. As Jamie got up and headed out of the clearing, the dark grey tom slowly rose to his paws, stretching slowly, flexing his claws before silently, and rather slowly, following the cat out, moving along the grass as silently as a ghost and making sure he gave the other cat a nice head start so that he couldn't be scented by the other. He wanted to know what this cat was up to.

Jamie padded further away from the clearing, the bare tree branches casting dark shadows upon the fur of the tom. His fur was ruffled by the light winter breeze as snow flurries blew about, untangling the feather from his chest fur, the wind blowing silently as it carried it away, twirling, into the sky. Jamie watched as it blew away, and he closed his eyes, listening in silence to the sounds of the forest.
Malcolm can't come out yet, he thought. He'll probably kill the new commander and co-commander, Jamie worried needlessly. He knew Malcolm only killed bullies, and unless Haltie and Boreas had ever bullied someone, they'd be safe. But who other than a psychopath can understand what drives a psychopath to the brink of killing another?
Jamie sighed and opened his pale eyes, unaware of the biting cold that made him shiver. It was dark out now, which was unsurprising. The snow flurries were beginning to build up on the grassy floors of the forest, without the leaves of the trees to protect them from the snow. Cold crystal flakes of white fell upon his head and pelt, and he shook his head to rid himself of the cold snowflakes.
It was then when he heard the soft crunching of paw steps behind him when his head swiveled in the direction of the sound. Jamie squinted his pale eyes, unable to see anyone, but he got the sinking feeling that he wasn't alone.
"H-hello?" He stuttered fearfully. Jamie was only six moons mentally, and he didn't have the courage or bravery of a grown cat, and couldn't keep the fear from creeping out into his voice.

doghouse

January 8th, 2017, 12:55 AM

Strobelight
Sheerkit heard him, but said nothing as she pushed into camp, her weaker leg a bit more obvious now, though she tried her best to hide it. Nobody really knew that she had an almost unnoticeable limp, and she preferred it taht way. Made her less of a target, and that was good. She stopped, turning to face the tom, about to give him a good lecturing about something.

“As long as you're a merciless and ruthless killer, you'll fit in just fine.” she growled, lashing her tail, hoping to make her point clear. She didn't really like him all that much, and maybe she wouldn't be stuck vouching for him if she hadn't been alone, but nevertheless, what was done was done. She couldn't change that.

She hissed slightly, then stopped, turning and hoping she could just leave him here. Somebody would find him. She would've hoped Hannibal would find him, but Hannibal was busy. Probably out creating mass-murder. That was the most fun, though not for some old emotionless cat, who knew nothing of fun, but it didn't matter.

Sheerkit didn't trust the cat enough to turn her back on him, so she was unfortunately pretty much stuck with him until somebody else came over and took the trespasser off of her paws. Besides, this was more of a job for a fighter, not a hunter trainee like herself. She had to be patient, but patients wasn't really something she had a lot of today, and it was quite hard to sit still.

She shifted her weight uncomfortably, her impatience very obvious as she stood a tail length away from him, her claws working furiously at the ground in anger. She hadn't wanted to spend her evening like this, not that she'd exactly had any plans.

Strobelight

January 8th, 2017, 01:01 AM

Blackout

January 8th, 2017, 02:42 AM

"Your right," she said simply. "Where are we going?" she asked looking up at him.
"To my.....special friends" Frost chuckled as he continued to walk before stopping behind one of the dens.

NightWarrior4Life

January 8th, 2017, 03:43 AM

"Oh an optimist, we'll let me tell you something....there is no light only darkness, especially here, we are all tiny little specks in a much bigger world, nothing we do or create will ever amount to anything in this world" Frost hissed as he stopped walking once again
"Ha! Yes! That is so true! I agree with you totally..." Fleck waved his tail excitedly..."I'm fleck and you are...going to get on well with me..."

NightWarrior4Life

January 8th, 2017, 03:53 AM

"Hmph. Well there is one she-cat that doesn't seem to take a liking to you, me," she shot back at him. She then turned her head around and padded over to a rock and sat down upon it. She began to groom her white ashy pelt.
Fleck followed her and liked her shoulder respectfully. "Come on now, don't be like that! You're playing hard to get...I like it..." He purred, he had a somewhat evilly charming personality.

NightWarrior4Life

January 8th, 2017, 04:16 AM

Frost chuckled "perhaps I'll bet my gang would kill you for free" He meowed as he continued to walk
"Ha! Not unless my gang get you first! Now leave this she-cat alone...she clearly has better people to waste her time on than you so I suggest you get going!" He growled to Frost. He turned around and winked at Ares.

NightWarrior4Life

January 8th, 2017, 04:22 AM

"To my.....special friends" Frost chuckled as he continued to walk before stopping behind one of the dens.
"No, you're not!" He wanted Ares...bad...she'd make a fierce mate...and perhaps she could help him with his antics...they can share power...they could overthrow the commanders...

doghouse

January 8th, 2017, 07:12 AM

Oh?Ruthless killer you say?Perfect. He meowed,his eyes glinting a dangerous blue in the half-light,he sat in wait,Oh,and by the way,aren't you guys supposed to be up by dusk?Why so early? He asked,flicking his ears
Sheerkit snarled, lashing her tail. She wasn't going to answer that, as she didn't want her loyalties questioned. It was bad enough that there was some reason nfor others to question her loyalties. That shouldn't have to be a thing for her, but yet, it was. The smoke furred trainee was very close to attacking him, though she knew where her chances of winning lay. At the bottom. She would have to wait until she was older.

Killing wasn't who she'd been, and it troubled her that who she'd used to be was gone. What if she ever saw Sapphirekit or Moonfang again? Where would that take her? She shuddered slightly, uncontrollably. It was very cold out, and her small body got colder easier than larger cats. She would've settled for a clawing of the ears, but stopped herself just as she was raising a paw, claws unsheathed.

She hastily set down her paw, hoping that it wasn't noticed. She didn't want him to kill her. She just wanted to inflict something upon him. To put her mind at rest. It would've been fun, too, but alas, she couldn't do it. She had no choice but to keep her claws to herself, no matter how much she wanted to attack him. He'd bothered her from the very start, and he was bothering her more than ever, now. Why did he have to ask the one question that she couldn't answer?

“I can't tell you that. It's top secret.” she lied, puffing out her chest, pretending to be all proud, when of course, she wasn't. Yes, she was a ruthless killer by heart, but she still hated lying by nature.
The molly shifted, and she hoped he realized her shifty, backstabbing personality. Because if he didn't, he had uncertain days ahead. If he died by the claws of the Syndicate, Sheerkit would be quite happy about that, and wouldn't care in the slightest that he would be dead.

She'd actually quite ebjoy it to be honest. Throw in a few other traitors as well, and you've got yourself some mass-murder, and the most fun all moon. She knew that was unlikely to happen though, and she sighed, scuffling her paws in the dirt. She'd seen things a cat her age shouldn't have seen, and some of it secetly haunted her mind a little,though she did stood job of covering it up.

Realizing that she had lost focus, and was just sort of staring off into nothing, Sheerkit shook her head to clear her thoughts. Sher needed to sleep, just until dusk, but wasn't sure ifshe would be able. She would've loved to go attack some prey, but was far too tired to do so, and just needed to take a rest. That way she would have the energy to attack some prey once the sun was down, though she'd have to look out for owls, since it was time for them to come out and hunt.

Strobelight

January 8th, 2017, 08:09 AM

Sheerkit snarled, lashing her tail. She wasn't going to answer that, as she didn't want her loyalties questioned. It was bad enough that there was some reason nfor others to question her loyalties. That shouldn't have to be a thing for her, but yet, it was. The smoke furred trainee was very close to attacking him, though she knew where her chances of winning lay. At the bottom. She would have to wait until she was older.

Killing wasn't who she'd been, and it troubled her that who she'd used to be was gone. What if she ever saw Sapphirekit or Moonfang again? Where would that take her? She shuddered slightly, uncontrollably. It was very cold out, and her small body got colder easier than larger cats. She would've settled for a clawing of the ears, but stopped herself just as she was raising a paw, claws unsheathed.

She hastily set down her paw, hoping that it wasn't noticed. She didn't want him to kill her. She just wanted to inflict something upon him. To put her mind at rest. It would've been fun, too, but alas, she couldn't do it. She had no choice but to keep her claws to herself, no matter how much she wanted to attack him. He'd bothered her from the very start, and he was bothering her more than ever, now. Why did he have to ask the one question that she couldn't answer?

“I can't tell you that. It's top secret.” she lied, puffing out her chest, pretending to be all proud, when of course, she wasn't. Yes, she was a ruthless killer by heart, but she still hated lying by nature.
The molly shifted, and she hoped he realized her shifty, backstabbing personality. Because if he didn't, he had uncertain days ahead. If he died by the claws of the Syndicate, Sheerkit would be quite happy about that, and wouldn't care in the slightest that he would be dead.

She'd actually quite ebjoy it to be honest. Throw in a few other traitors as well, and you've got yourself some mass-murder, and the most fun all moon. She knew that was unlikely to happen though, and she sighed, scuffling her paws in the dirt. She'd seen things a cat her age shouldn't have seen, and some of it secetly haunted her mind a little,though she did stood job of covering it up.

Realizing that she had lost focus, and was just sort of staring off into nothing, Sheerkit shook her head to clear her thoughts. Sher needed to sleep, just until dusk, but wasn't sure ifshe would be able. She would've loved to go attack some prey, but was far too tired to do so, and just needed to take a rest. That way she would have the energy to attack some prey once the sun was down, though she'd have to look out for owls, since it was time for them to come out and hunt.
So we're just staying here until someone finds us? He asked,staring at the clearing,he flicked his tail,and his gaze darkened as he thought of the she-cat that brought him here,his own mother,kicking him out of the group,he let out a low growl thinking about it,oh he deserved it,killing his brother for his own enjoyment,but his mother,aren't blood ties important?

He shook his head,trying to ignore the fact that he was a vile murderer,but he couldn't,he couldn't because he was weak.A weak cat that cares about everything.No.That cat was gone.Old Razor is gone.New Razor is a vicious,cold blooded murderer.He nodded in approval at the thought,finally,he settled and sat up proudly

Blackout

January 8th, 2017, 10:13 AM

"No, you're not!" He wanted Ares...bad...she'd make a fierce mate...and perhaps she could help him with his antics...they can share power...they could overthrow the commanders...
Frost whipped around at this random cat "if you can manage to pry her away from me. I'd gladly never bother you again" Frost chuckled, this cat must not have heard everything "as it stands now she followed me here and has been pestering me the whole time....Fleck!" Frost hissed.

NightWarrior4Life

January 8th, 2017, 10:28 AM

Frost whipped around at this random cat "if you can manage to pry her away from me. I'd gladly never bother you again" Frost chuckled, this cat must not have heard everything "as it stands now she followed me here and has been pestering me the whole time....Fleck!" Frost hissed.
"Oh! So you're familiar with my work? I'm pretty much the charmer of the Dusk Syndicate..." He puffed his chest out. "I look forward to when you leave me alone...we'll get there eventually, our relationship is just a little...rocky...in some places. But unlike you, I respect her greatly."

seasalt

January 8th, 2017, 07:11 PM

fenic!
Spirit sat in the clearing, with a very straight and elegant pose
as she flicked her paw over her ear as she washed herself, yellow orbs glistening like daggers as she studied the camp closely, her home, it had become a bit more....interesting since the new commander and co-commander came to power. She smiled coldly, tail wrapping around her as she thought about the new leaders. Yes, new cats she could serve, help kidnap kits, and do all sorts of things to torment the pathetic clans. Spirit did seem lady-like, but she was quite ruthless. What a great day it was today, wasn't it? She thought, a satisfied grin on her face. Yes, she was a very loyal fighter, and she didn't have any bad views for the two new leaders, like most cats, but did dislike some things about them. Halite was too hesitant for the rank she had achieved, at least be a bit confident! The molly scoffed, ears flicking as she continued washing her smooth, soft fur. Of course, it had to be maintained, and thankfully she washed herself on a daily basis, gladly. Spirit was proud of herself, very much so, yes indeed, probably the most cleanest dusk sydnicate cat in the group, she'd always guess, usually. If their were clean cats here, they might had a bit of sanity, but Spirit wasn't very sane, not by much, however. She didn't care for anyone, but very little cats. Those were her friends, or family, but it was very little.

Fel

January 8th, 2017, 07:32 PM

@fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)
Spirit sat in the clearing, with a very straight and elegant pose
as she flicked her paw over her ear as she washed herself, yellow orbs glistening like daggers as she studied the camp closely, her home, it had become a bit more....interesting since the new commander and co-commander came to power. She smiled coldly, tail wrapping around her as she thought about the new leaders. Yes, new cats she could serve, help kidnap kits, and do all sorts of things to torment the pathetic clans. Spirit did seem lady-like, but she was quite ruthless. What a great day it was today, wasn't it? She thought, a satisfied grin on her face. Yes, she was a very loyal fighter, and she didn't have any bad views for the two new leaders, like most cats, but did dislike some things about them. Halite was too hesitant for the rank she had achieved, at least be a bit confident! The molly scoffed, ears flicking as she continued washing her smooth, soft fur. Of course, it had to be maintained, and thankfully she washed herself on a daily basis, gladly. Spirit was proud of herself, very much so, yes indeed, probably the most cleanest dusk sydnicate cat in the group, she'd always guess, usually. If their were clean cats here, they might had a bit of sanity, but Spirit wasn't very sane, not by much, however. She didn't care for anyone, but very little cats. Those were her friends, or family, but it was very little.

Eris was never exactly the most... ruthless cat in the Dusk Syndicate, really. She wasn't soft, or classified as being weak, but still didn't have the layer of malice to her personality that others did as well. For her, it was a sense of loyalty that made her who she was- and a penchant for adventure. Stepping into the clearing quietly, her shorter, gray-blue fur looked slightly ruffled as she stretched out her paws quietly, smiling into the bright afternoon sun. There were new cats in charge of her home now, but it didn't exactly bother her much- Hailite seemed to be responsible, and the molly already knew Boreas quite well- the she-cat would do a fine job, really. Looking around the clearing curiously, there were more cats gathered around there thanks to yesterday's announcements, which meant for more conversation opportunities. It took a bit for Eris to notice a familiar face in the crowd, since she wasn't one to talk to everyone in the Syndicate, cat by cat. A lot of her friends she'd met by chance, but the she-cat tried cherishing them all the same. Of course, there were cats she knew and trusted more than others, but friends were better than enemies in her book- the cat knew better than to make so many dangerous cats here her enemies. "Hey, Spirit!" She called out, her tail brushing against the ground in a greeting. "Have you heard about the new commander and co-commander?" Eris asked casually, striding over towards the fellow molly before attempting to start up some conversation between the two.

seasalt

January 8th, 2017, 08:01 PM

Eris was never exactly the most... ruthless cat in the Dusk Syndicate, really. She wasn't soft, or classified as being weak, but still didn't have the layer of malice to her personality that others did as well. For her, it was a sense of loyalty that made her who she was- and a penchant for adventure. Stepping into the clearing quietly, her shorter, gray-blue fur looked slightly ruffled as she stretched out her paws quietly, smiling into the bright afternoon sun. There were new cats in charge of her home now, but it didn't exactly bother her much- Hailite seemed to be responsible, and the molly already knew Boreas quite well- the she-cat would do a fine job, really. Looking around the clearing curiously, there were more cats gathered around there thanks to yesterday's announcements, which meant for more conversation opportunities. It took a bit for Eris to notice a familiar face in the crowd, since she wasn't one to talk to everyone in the Syndicate, cat by cat. A lot of her friends she'd met by chance, but the she-cat tried cherishing them all the same. Of course, there were cats she knew and trusted more than others, but friends were better than enemies in her book- the cat knew better than to make so many dangerous cats here her enemies. "Hey, Spirit!" She called out, her tail brushing against the ground in a greeting. "Have you heard about the new commander and co-commander?" Eris asked casually, striding over towards the fellow molly before attempting to start up some conversation between the two.

Spirit calmly continued to wash her soft and smooth pelt, eyes glistening with success.
She really liked to be top shape. The molly put her forepaw down, tail flicking as she looked around the clearing, watching others chat and go out on patrols. Lovely. She thought as she laid down, the molly immediately spotted Eris, watching her, rather closely. Getting distracted, suddenly thinking about kidnapping a few kits for her clan, and some of her satisfaction and hatred for the clans, but wasn't taken by surprise by Eris coming toward her. "Hello, Eris." Spirit spoke calmly, lifting her head to look at her friend. The dilute calico nodded toward Eris as she heard her comment, tail swishing violently behind her. "Oh yes, I've heard, rather capable cats, but Halite wasn't good in my tastes, they were rather...hesitant and nervous, not like a commander should be, I must give her some advice on confidence...we need it, really.." Spirit mewed, eyes glistening as she told her opinion, and it was honestly true. "But, I'm going to be loyal no matter what, that's what they expect of me, and everyone else, do you agree?" She asked, a rather calm expression on her maw.

Fel

January 8th, 2017, 08:19 PM

Spirit calmly continued to wash her soft and smooth pelt, eyes glistening with success.
She really liked to be top shape. The molly put her forepaw down, tail flicking as she looked around the clearing, watching others chat and go out on patrols. Lovely. She thought as she laid down, the molly immediately spotted Eris, watching her, rather closely. Getting distracted, suddenly thinking about kidnapping a few kits for her clan, and some of her satisfaction and hatred for the clans, but wasn't taken by surprise by Eris coming toward her. "Hello, Eris." Spirit spoke calmly, lifting her head to look at her friend. The dilute calico nodded toward Eris as she heard her comment, tail swishing violently behind her. "Oh yes, I've heard, rather capable cats, but Halite wasn't good in my tastes, they were rather...hesitant and nervous, not like a commander should be, I must give her some advice on confidence...we need it, really.." Spirit mewed, eyes glistening as she told her opinion, and it was honestly true. "But, I'm going to be loyal no matter what, that's what they expect of me, and everyone else, do you agree?" She asked, a rather calm expression on her maw.

Eris' head tilted towards the side as Spirit began to speak of the new commander- Halite, right?- quite rudely, especially for somebody who, now, was the cat in charge of their entire group. However, she was raised to know that the cats of the Syndicate were hostile and dangerous ones, and that it wasn't a good idea to get on their bad sides- and besides, Spirit could just... be this way, at times. It was better just to shrug things off than make a big deal about them here, so it didn't really matter much to her. "Well, I think he'll be a great commander, really." She grinned, smiling towards her friend as she began to sit down, eyes trained towards the molly as she kept talking. "You've got to be optimistic, y'know- in the very least, don't you think Boreas will do alright?" Eris reminded her friend gently. Optimistic cats were quite rare in the Dusk Syndicate, but the gray molly was definitely one of them, from her tail down to her paws. She believed that almost anything could happen if she put her mind to it, and tried her best to make things happen. With new leadership in play, the Dusk Syndicate really could make something happen here, and she was excited for it- excited for all the new chances in store for her, and everything that she would be able to do, with new cats in charge.

Blackout

January 8th, 2017, 08:47 PM

"Oh! So you're familiar with my work? I'm pretty much the charmer of the Dusk Syndicate..." He puffed his chest out. "I look forward to when you leave me alone...we'll get there eventually, our relationship is just a little...rocky...in some places. But unlike you, I respect her greatly."
Frost chuckled and shook his head "look buddy I don't care about who you are or what you've done, just convince her too leave me alone and I can finally get back to work" Frost meowed a little bit annoyed from this cats boastful personality

NightWarrior4Life

January 9th, 2017, 10:03 AM

Slash-GNR

January 9th, 2017, 11:58 AM

Cedar He turned back to Ares, rolling his eyes at how simple frodt's demands were..."I don't believe you've done anything wrong! But why follow him here, when you clearly don't believe in...our...gory culture? Tell me the whole story..." He lay down in front of her, prepared to listen for as long as she wanted to talk.

"Well, I saw him one day. He was alone, so I thought I would be kind and talk to him," she paused, "Why do you want to know?" she asked tilting her head. She had forgotten about how this male already boasted about his popularity with the she-cats.

NightWarrior4Life

January 9th, 2017, 12:14 PM

"Well, I saw him one day. He was alone, so I thought I would be kind and talk to him," she paused, "Why do you want to know?" she asked tilting her head. She had forgotten about how this male already boasted about his popularity with the she-cats.
"Because, if you didn't just hear, I actually stood up for you. I hissed at him to leave us in peace. He said he'll gladly leave when I get you to stop following him. But I don't see what's wrong...or anything wrong for that matter in you going up and talking to him. But you know, you don't have to stay here if you don't like our...evil ways...It's not exactly a place for flowers like you to sprout...like he said, you'd be found out and you'd just be crushed..." Fleck sighed, despite her rainbows and sunshine ways, he enjoyed her fistiness and her attitude...he wanted that part of her to stay...where as the flowery parts weren't welcome here...

seasalt

January 9th, 2017, 05:25 PM

Eris' head tilted towards the side as Spirit began to speak of the new commander- Halite, right?- quite rudely, especially for somebody who, now, was the cat in charge of their entire group. However, she was raised to know that the cats of the Syndicate were hostile and dangerous ones, and that it wasn't a good idea to get on their bad sides- and besides, Spirit could just... be this way, at times. It was better just to shrug things off than make a big deal about them here, so it didn't really matter much to her. "Well, I think he'll be a great commander, really." She grinned, smiling towards her friend as she began to sit down, eyes trained towards the molly as she kept talking. "You've got to be optimistic, y'know- in the very least, don't you think Boreas will do alright?" Eris reminded her friend gently. Optimistic cats were quite rare in the Dusk Syndicate, but the gray molly was definitely one of them, from her tail down to her paws. She believed that almost anything could happen if she put her mind to it, and tried her best to make things happen. With new leadership in play, the Dusk Syndicate really could make something happen here, and she was excited for it- excited for all the new chances in store for her, and everything that she would be able to do, with new cats in charge.

It wasn't that Spirit was rude, she was just...brutally honest, to put it simply.
And what she honestly said, was her true, and honest opinion. "Likely, Halite will be a good commander, just needs experience." Spirit mewed, as she smiled back at her friend, usually her smiles were fake, not that real, so it was rare when the molly actually smiled for real, and it was only near friends, or family, but still, it was rare. Yea, and some advice would do. The molly decided a tiny grin on her face. "Oh, optimism would be a good thing around here." Spirit spoke, but her tail twitched with a bit of irritation. "Boreas eh? She seems capable, a lot of confidence, someone I think will do a fine job." She voiced her opinion, clearly and loudly to Eris. Spirit loved cats with confidence, cats who didn't show nervousness and doubt in front of others, those cats were commander material in her eyes. And Boreas was, she assumed, confident and sure of her actions, a clear sign of a commander in the making, and Spirit was glad for that, and pretty clear that their future, is going to be grand.

Fel

January 9th, 2017, 07:26 PM

It wasn't that Spirit was rude, she was just...brutally honest, to put it simply.
And what she honestly said, was her true, and honest opinion. "Likely, Halite will be a good commander, just needs experience." Spirit mewed, as she smiled back at her friend, usually her smiles were fake, not that real, so it was rare when the molly actually smiled for real, and it was only near friends, or family, but still, it was rare. Yea, and some advice would do. The molly decided a tiny grin on her face. "Oh, optimism would be a good thing around here." Spirit spoke, but her tail twitched with a bit of irritation. "Boreas eh? She seems capable, a lot of confidence, someone I think will do a fine job." She voiced her opinion, clearly and loudly to Eris. Spirit loved cats with confidence, cats who didn't show nervousness and doubt in front of others, those cats were commander material in her eyes. And Boreas was, she assumed, confident and sure of her actions, a clear sign of a commander in the making, and Spirit was glad for that, and pretty clear that their future, is going to be grand.

Eris' opinions seemed to be much more positive than Spirit's were- though that might be why they clicked so well together. Opposites attracted at times- and even Eris didn't know exactly why they were friends- they just were. Boreas, she was her friend too- somebody who was fiercely loyal, and who'd make a great leader someday. "Oh, she's confident, all right." The molly grinned, knowing how the she-cat who'd become the topic of conversation worked. Eris seemed to be just as confident, a trait she liked to flaunt alongside her optimism. It made her a curious cat, one who wondered, and somebody who dreamed. Her mind was never set on anything, and her goals were never standing rigid- they were like the wind, shifting and changing with every new roadblock in her path. Eris tried her hardest to be adaptable, though her habit of being confident and headstrong could lead to some strange face-offs. "Boreas, she's somebody I admire- pretty great, huh? I'm glad to be both your and her friend- you two would make a pretty good team.."

judas

January 10th, 2017, 02:26 PM

Nighty
The golden tom sat in the clearing, letting out a small sigh. He Clawed the ground, the Hunter flicked his tail. After all these Moons he wanted to train harder, maybe become a fighter. But that could wait, Being a hunter wasn't that bad. He wasn't disrespected as much as healers. His golden orbs flicked around, he sat up, stretching his spine until a small pop was heard. He walked to the entrance of the Clearing, looking out with his bored expression. "Not much to do today.." He mumbled. Elric clawed the ground, making markings with his claws. He had found these interesting to look at, and became addicted to drawing them.
(Writers block sorry ^^')

Blackout

January 10th, 2017, 05:29 PM

"Well, I saw him one day. He was alone, so I thought I would be kind and talk to him," she paused, "Why do you want to know?" she asked tilting her head. She had forgotten about how this male already boasted about his popularity with the she-cats.
Frost sat on his hind legs and began to groom himself "correction, you rudely interrupted my privacy" He added after Ares had finished talking, then after Fleck was done talking, Frost corrected him "stood up? For her? She was the one annoying me I defended myself!" He exclaimed in an exaggerated victim voice then he snickered to himself. Frost then suddenly stood up and glared at Fleck "oh no you've got something wrong buddy, I'm not going anywhere, you two are the ones leaving" He hissed.

Slash-GNR

January 10th, 2017, 05:38 PM

Frost sat on his hind legs and began to groom himself "correction, you rudely interrupted my privacy" He added after Ares had finished talking, then after Fleck was done talking, Frost corrected him "stood up? For her? She was the one annoying me I defended myself!" He exclaimed in an exaggerated victim voice then he snickered to himself. Frost then suddenly stood up and glared at Fleck "oh no you've got something wrong buddy, I'm not going anywhere, you two are the ones leaving" He hissed.

The she-cat's fur bristled. "I was trying to be kind!" she protested. "Sorry that you hate kind cats, but.." she trailed off not finishing the sentence. "Why am I wasting breath on you!" she shot back at Frost. (sry short)

Blackout

January 10th, 2017, 05:43 PM

The she-cat's fur bristled. "I was trying to be kind!" she protested. "Sorry that you hate kind cats, but.." she trailed off not finishing the sentence. "Why am I wasting breath on you!" she shot back at Frost. (sry short)
"I don't know why you still waste your breath on me either how many times have I told you to go away, yet you stay" He meowed sitting back down to continue his grooming. (It's ok)

Slash-GNR

January 10th, 2017, 05:47 PM

"I don't know why you still waste your breath on me either how many times have I told you to go away, yet you stay" He meowed sitting back down to continue his grooming. (It's ok)

"Cause I thought I could show you the light in the world, but sadly it seems I can't," she mewed towards him.

Blackout

January 10th, 2017, 05:52 PM

"Cause I thought I could show you the light in the world, but sadly it seems I can't," she mewed towards him.
Frost smiled, he had finally broken her spirit, but oddly in the back of his brain only for a split second he felt regret, but it was quickly snuffed out by Dred, "so you finally gave up trying, took longer than I expected, I'll give you that, now only if you had that same devotion to our beliefs you'd make a great killer" He meowed back as he finished grooming himself

Slash-GNR

January 10th, 2017, 06:00 PM

Frost smiled, he had finally broken her spirit, but oddly in the back of his brain only for a split second he felt regret, but it was quickly snuffed out by Dred, "so you finally gave up trying, took longer than I expected, I'll give you that, now only if you had that same devotion to our beliefs you'd make a great killer" He meowed back as he finished grooming himself

I'll never be a cowardly killer such as yourself," she hissed. "You haven't broken any part of me," she mewed. She began to groom herself then paused, "Oh, so you finally decided to come out Dred?" she asked tilting her head to one side.

goddess of ducks

January 10th, 2017, 06:03 PM

@Nighty (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=83)
The golden tom sat in the clearing, letting out a small sigh. He Clawed the ground, the Hunter flicked his tail. After all these Moons he wanted to train harder, maybe become a fighter. But that could wait, Being a hunter wasn't that bad. He wasn't disrespected as much as healers. His golden orbs flicked around, he sat up, stretching his spine until a small pop was heard. He walked to the entrance of the Clearing, looking out with his bored expression. "Not much to do today.." He mumbled. Elric clawed the ground, making markings with his claws. He had found these interesting to look at, and became addicted to drawing them.
(Writers block sorry ^^')

Singe emerged from the fighter's den. The long legged Savannah walked briskly, his nostrils flared as the rank scents washed over him. He had only spent several nights in this new place, and it was taking some time for the old leader to get used to the new scents that surrounded him. Singe eyed the nearby cats, his gaze narrowed and filled with distrust. He would both have to earn the loyalty of these cats, and they for him. He wasn't one to be easy on newcomers, and he didn't expect too much more from the Syndicate, especially after meeting some of it's members and viewing how they fought when they assisted him in the Evil Era. The Savannah's gaze rested finally on a tom cat across the way. Aiming to start the new day off somewhere, he approached him casually. It was taking some time for the usually short tempered tom to get used to the swing of things. and settle his attitude, but he was trying none the less. AS he approached, his eyes swept those of the new cat. "Mind if I sit?" he asked, forcing his voice to be calm and pleasing, not to scare the cat before they were introduced to each other.