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Lunacross can I join the roleplay?
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(Ok, thx Gusty!)
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A reverse tuxedo shook out his thin fur, red gaze scorching the clearing as he looked at his fellow hell bound cats. Despite the fact that they were stuck together until they just fade out of existence, the black-hearted tom couldn't care less about them. Most of them were just a nuisance in his eyes, just some blood-thirsty dead cats that are way to excited about the results of their work. It took moons, but they finally have control over Riverclan, Shadowclan, Thunderclan and Windclan. Deathstalker did have to admit his own pleasure about this, but he still couldn't help but view himself higher than some of the cats here. As he though this, a young looking white them with some blacks marks approached him.
"Hey Deathstalker!" Snow waved his tail at his ancestor. The tom had been dead for some moons now - he had died at the claws of his brother. Though he would always blame Iceclaw for that moment when his blood had covered the grass, in reality it was his own fault as well as Claw's. But he always looked up to their adopted father, so of course he had attacked Iceclaw as soon as Claw had ordered him to. "Greetings Snow," Deathstalker's voice was cold and unnerving, his orbs the same as he turned them towards the other tom. He had watched Snow's death, always believing that the dead brother was too much of a puppet, always viewing Ice as the better of the two. Even if he didn't say anything about it, it was kind of obvious if anyone knew him, the tom always seemed anyone bit annoyed while interacting Snow. He wished that Boulderglare was a descendant of his instead of the disappointment in front of him. "What brings you to me?" He mewed in his usually harsh tone. The younger of the two flattened her ears at Deathstalker's jaded response to him. Snow looked up to Deathstalker in a similar way that he looked up to Claw, and wanted the black and white tom to someday respect him... though deep down he knew it would never happen. "I was just saying 'hey'... but, do you know anything about Claw?" Snow had been trying to search for his adopted father, watch over him like the mouse-brained clan cats believed that Starclan did for them. Snow wondered how Claw had reacted to his death, if he was still morning him after all these moons. "No - Claw is not one of my worries," the reverse tuxedo huffed. He honestly couldn't care about Claw, he didn't even care for Snow and they were actually related. No, his worries laid with Boulderglare and Mistfall. He had seen strong potential for a great ally in Mistfall, yet she was refusing him now. He had thought after killing Fallow and herding the grey molly back to Riverclan she would also return to their training. Sadly, this didn't happen. Instead Boulderglare had informedhim not to bother with his daughter, that she was disappointment. Even if he never saw that Mist he did believe the majority of things that Boulderglare told him - he didn't like to get close to others, but he did view his apprentice with higher regards than he did with others. |
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Can I join RP with y'all?
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(Whoop!)
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Can I join?
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Gusty, can I join too?
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A ginger she cat licked her chest,"Ginger she didn't deserve it!" A tabby she cat hissed,"You killed her and I finished the kits off, then you decided to run out in the road and I followed and well we both are dead!" ginger hissed, the tabby recoiled,"Its not my fault she made me mad and we came for a job to exterminate them!" She meowed defensively
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A pure black she-cat hides behind a bush watching the two cats argue.
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Ginger flicked her tail,"She did deserve it all those kits we could have done with out." She spat,"You know that was our mom right?!" She messed bewildered,"And what did she do for us?" The was a long pause,"Nothing exactly!" Ginger spat at the tabby and she walked off
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The black she-cat follows Ginger, stealthily.
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Forbiddenpounce gazed, dark eyes wandering as she portrayed the camp
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A smallish black she-cat walks into the Dark Forest camp.
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A black tom skirted the edges of the camp, quite confused and afraid. He had no idea where he was, or why he was there, but he didn't trust anything or one he'd encountered. His white rear prickled slightly as he saw the other cats in the clearing, they would be up to no good. Keeping his distance, he stalked through the bushes, surveying the camp ahead and the cats within it. |
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A growl, and then Forbidden emerged from the shadows, she padded over to the commotion, "What's going on?"
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Tail raised and body crouched low to the ground, he shifted his paws slightly and twitched his ears as he listened. He wasn't eavesdropping, and besides, it was their fault if they were talking loud enough for him to hear them. Hearing each cat talk as if life was something of the past... It bothered him, as if something was wrong here. These cats couldn't be dead, how could he see them? He wasn't dead. Ears flattened in a mixture of confusion, anger and fear, he continued to listen in, wondering what these cats were going to say next. Maybe this was all a sick, cruel joke on him. He didn't deserve this.
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StarClan? His body raised slightly, ears perking up and tail drooping. I can't be in StarClan... Is it really like this? The words they used weren't lining up, anyhow. Maybe he'd gotten lost in the forest, but he couldn't smell any familiar scents... All the sights were strange and made no sense, no prey, everything was quiet except for the murrs of the talking cats, and his own heart beating... But he couldn't hear that, either. Passing it off as a mistake, he stuck his head ever so slightly above the bushes, observing the talking cats, maybe to see if he could learn something new.
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