Dark Forest Camp

**BEAR.** · #1 October 4th, 2016, 01:20 AM

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**dino.** · #2 November 8th, 2016, 05:49 PM

Lunacross can I join the roleplay?

**Gusty** · #3 November 8th, 2016, 07:23 PM

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Originally Posted by Turtlestar

Lunacross can I join the roleplay?

{I know I'm not Lunacross, but you can roleplay here, if that's what you're asking.}

**dino.** · #4 November 8th, 2016, 07:31 PM

(Ok, thx Gusty!)

**Hexict** · #5 November 27th, 2016, 12:08 PM

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.