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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 16:00:58 GMT -5
Bitter blood, blood so bitter, learn to conqure, my precious litter. Respect and glory to the cunning killer. Bitter blood. . .
"Blood so bitter. . ."
An owl hooted elsewhere in the dark forest, followed by a loud, terrorified shreak of a small dying animal. Or maybe it was just Fierceclaw's imagination. Another part of his dream. . . a fragment of his memory. . .
The handsom tom was nestled deeply in the tangled roots of a mangrove tree. Why it was located in a place like this, he never would know. He didn't really care. He was curled into a tight ball, warming himself from the cold air while the thick tangle of roots did the duty of shielding him from the wind. It wasn't what one would consider "really cold" or anything, but for some reason, Fierceclaw was chilled. Cold in his sleep.
Fierceclaw snuggled closely to the chest of his mother as she calmly groomed his drousy form, enjoying the warmth of her pelt and the vibrations from her chest as she purred the lulliby for him and his two siblings.
The den was warm, even though it was a cave of was of stone, large enough to make about 5 nests and yet, there was only one. One nest in the corner made of fur, moss and soft bird feathers. In the corner closest to the entrance was a small pile of fresh kill, specifically for the Queen.
"Bitter blood," She hummed to her litter, amber eyes warm, yet holding a light that would make any cat's skin crawl, a glow that was hard to trust, "blood of my litter. . ."
Fierceclaw sniffled, waking slowly as a strange scent entered his nose. He had learned to waken when he scented a cat who was not familure. He'd been ambushed too many times not to subconciously know better than to sleep through something like that. And even though he was pretty well hidden, he carefully lifted his head and flicked his ears, suddenly alert.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 16:18:00 GMT -5
A shadow flitted through its small kingdom, no eyes gleamed in the darkness except for when the moon filtered through the trees and glinted on the dark, almost black, eyes of a feline. One could barely decipher the live shadow from the ones that were not live, this one had a mind of its own, this one prowled where it wished, the whole world was its as far as it was concerned. The shadow became more visible as it slipped into a small clearing and the moonlight glinted off of the tom's black pelt. He showed no fear of anything, he was plainly used to not being challenged and one could see why. Under his sleek pelt muscles rippled with every movement and his big thick body bore scars all over it from his kit hood and from fights he had been in. His right ear was ripped and jagged, it was not fresh, it looked quite old in fact. He carried himself with the grace of a king, for he was king in his eyes.
The tom sat down and began to groom himself, bending down to work through his unusually long feathered tail. He twitched his ear and looked up, still crouched over. His nose twitched and he put an ear back. 'Darkwind.' he spoke for the first time. He voice was low and growling, menacing too. 'I told you to leave after last night.' His eyes bored into the darkness as he searched for the form of the loner that he thought was intruding. His powerful paws shuffled beneath him as he opened his mouth slightly to taste the wind better. His white teeth glinted in the silver moonlight before he closed his mouth with a snap. He stood up and flicked his tail, 'Alright, look here, either leave or come and face me you piece of mouse dung.' His voice was the same as when he had spoken the first time, daring the intruder to show himself.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 16:35:06 GMT -5
((Wow! Awesome imagery!))
"Are you always this unpleasent?" A growl came from the mangrove tree a few fox lengths from Stormheart.
A leath black cat, another one of those "shadows" that had been mentioned earlier--mind included-- slipped silently from the thick roots, bending flexably to get himself easily through. Two blue orbs pierced the darkness from his freshly scratched face, darkened from the lack of light, but at the same time, giving the illusion that they were glowing, that patch of green in his right standing out like the cloriphille haze through lush canopies in the misty mornings. If Fierceclaw hadn't been named after his father's expectations, he would have been named in favor of those eyes.
"Or did you dunk your head in so much crap that you've lost your since of smell?"
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 16:46:27 GMT -5
[{lol, thanks}]
Stormheart stared furiously at the new cat. 'How's one supposed to smell correctly when the blasted wind is blowing the wrong way you mouse brain.' He flicked his tail contemptuously as his dark eyes glared at Fierceclaw, he still showed no fear, only irritation at having his territory intruded upon... again[/b]! His ears were pricked towards the loner, yes he could tell he was a loner, no clan cat could look so wild, or so strong in his thoughts.
He shook his pelt. 'Did Darkwind send you?' He felt his hackles rise a little as he remembered the 'clan of loners'. He himself thought the idea to be stupid in the extreme but whatever, if they wanted to group together and pretend to be a great clan of some sort that was up to them. Why should he care if they all died? It'd be less cats getting on his nerves, as long as there were a few cats left that he could scuffle with he was happy. He stood and watched Fierceclaw, waiting for him to answer.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 17:02:00 GMT -5
Fierceclaw made a face, insulted, "No one "sends" me anywhere." He corrected curtly, "And there is no such thing as "the wind blowing the wrong way" you fool. . ."
Darkwater?
Curiosity pricked at him inside and he wondered who this cat was. Probably nobody important, but then, he might be. Fierceclaw didn't really know anybody here yet, but he did care to. Fierceclaw was used to being informed and always on top of things. Now, he was more or less a shadow on the wall. A demon in the midst. And while that did have it's finer points. . . Fierceclaw prefered to know what was going on.
"Who's Darkwater?"
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 17:23:58 GMT -5
Stormheart growled as his fur stood up when he heard that Fierceclaw hadn't been sent and was just intruding for the fun of it. He hated it when cats did that, this was his land and no one was to set paw on it, though he was allowed to roam where ever he wished whenever he wished.
As he heard him ask who Darkwater was he knew that he had pricked his curiousity, which amused him. He didn't reply for a moment or two, as if he were wondering if he should bestow knowledge on some unknown cat, but that wasn't the only reason, he like to tease cats, any cats. Finally he spoke, his voice still low and growly, but it had a mocking edge to it this time. 'Only the cat that thinks he's going to lead some other mouse-brained loners in a grand attack on the clans. He says he's going to recruit every loner he can, I'm surprised to learn that such a great wanderer as yourself hasn't heard of the plan.' He could tell that this cat wasn't from these parts, maybe from the other side of the clans? Maybe somewhere else, he didn't particularly care. He observed the fresh scratches on his face. 'Get into a fight with one of those other stupid cats that live around here?' He meowed, flicking his tail towards the scratches on his face.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 17:55:39 GMT -5
((Lol! I like this cat. . .))
Fierceclaw smiled, his head somewhat lowered to make him look like he was crouching, even though he wasn't, "Who I fought with is none of your consern." He growled, eyes narrowed to slits in a sort of amusment, "Let's just say he walked away limping. I was.....how you say?....merciful..." He smirked, straightening slowly. This cat had an attitude. Too cute. Fierceclaw betted with himself on whether or not this cat would mind his place. He doubted it. How unfourtionate.
"They call me Fierceclaw. And i got here a few days ago. "Great wanderers" move too quickly to worry about gossip. But..." He paused, turning his head to look at Stormheart slightly from the side, "Just out of curiosity...if these loners are joining together, why aren't you with them?"
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 18:11:48 GMT -5
[{lol, I like RPing him, I think he might be my only sarcastic cat}]
Stormheart sat, listening to Fierceclaw, eyes half lidded as they were many times when he didn't want to look too interested in something. As he told of his encounter with the other cat his eyes blinked open a little wider than half lidded. 'Merciful? Don't know the meaning of the word. What is it?' What showed of his eyes glimmered in amusement as he returned Fierceclaw's smirk.
Putting his head to the side, the smirk still lingering on his face, her meowed, 'If you don't worry about gossip then why did you ask me who Darkwater was?' He yawned, a long drawn out yawn and then considered Fierceclaw's next question. Why was he not with them? Then he grinned, white teeth showing as he replied, 'Because I'm not one of those mouse-brained loners I said was joining him.' He flexed his claws, looking at them almost admiringly before looking back up at Fierceclaw. 'I don't think it would be fun not to be challenged anymore. I live for excitement, I roam on the clans' territory for the excitement of it, I enjoy being opposed by them. If there was no opposition there would be no reason to live here anymore, I would move on and find some.'
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 18:25:24 GMT -5
Fierceclaw quirked a brow, looking at Stormheart oddly. He liked opposing and wondering others territories without meaning? Heh, how smart was that? If Fierceclaw had ever seen a cat who was desperatly trying to get a life, it was this one.
"I ask because I'm sick of wandering around without a cause. My motives beyond that are, again, none of your consern."
He closed his eyes, "hmph"ing in a sort of one-beat chuckle, "If these loners take over the clan territories, beat large groups of cats. Who's to say they wouldn't come after yours? A land gaurded by only one cat?" He looked at him smugly, "Your independance blinds you."
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 18:42:15 GMT -5
Stormheart twitched his ears as Fierceclaw said that he was tired of wandering without meaning. Why would someone tire of that? How? He shrugged, who cared what this loner got tired of and didn't? He sure didn't care. He chuckled to himself as he was told that his motives were none of his concern. 'You're right, they don't concern me at all. You go and do whatever you want, if your motives are to jump off a cliff, then do it for all I care. I won't be concerned about it.'
His dark eyes shone with laughter, which he gave voice to when Fierceclaw mention the loners taking over the clans' territories. He laughed long and hard, the frightening sound breaking the silence of the forest harshly. As his laughter died down he eyed Fierceclaw, thinking that he would make a wonderful court jester. 'You have obviously not seen these loners, the few loners that he calls an army.' He spat the last word scornfully out, and then twitched his whiskers as if the word left a bad taste in his mouth. He twitched his tail as he chuckled a little more about Fierceclaw's 'joke'.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 18:59:30 GMT -5
Fierceclaw lashed his tail in aggrivation, eyes narrowed as if he had been kit-sitting for an hour too long, "You're an annoying little crap sniffer aren't you?" He muttered bluntly, being one to speak his mind unless he was scheming something, "And if that's the case, their blood will be on their own heads."
He smirked, getting to his feet and turning as if he were going somewhere, "Which'll be quite a show to watch. Where is their base?"
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 19:07:47 GMT -5
Stormheart put his head to the side, ignoring his insult for the time being, having something more intruiging to think of. 'You going to join them?' he asked with a faint smile. He wasn't sure if he should laugh, mock, or something else. He shrugged and got to his paws. 'They're this way, but are you really going to join them?' He stood, waiting for an answer, no intention of moving until he got an answer, and threatening in his mind what he would do if Fierceclaw decided to pull that 'it doesn't concern you' stunt. His eyes clearly showed that he wanted an answer before he would move.
He swiveled his ear, thinking that he had heard something, but deciding that it was a bird or mouse. His dark eyes watched Fierceclaw, he was curious as to this cat's motives. Featherfoot himself had joined, he didn't know why exactly but he decided it might be kinda fun for a little while. He intended to drop out as soon as he wanted to.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 19:17:02 GMT -5
Fierceclaw got silently to his paws and started towards the other black cat, eyes sparking gamely. No, Fierceclaw didn't pull the, "It doesn't consern you" stunt this time, instead, he pulled the, "You'll see. . ." Stunt, "I like my witchcraft civilized."
He smirked misheviously, "Lead the way. . .fool."
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 19:35:44 GMT -5
Stormheart's dark eyes seemed to grow darker as his pride was pricked. He put his ears back and hissed, 'I'm as much a fool as you.' He promptly sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws. 'Take it back or you'll never see the main base... fool.' He mimicked Fierceclaw's word, with the same smirk. He raised his chin stubbornly and waited. Yes, he had a stubborn streak, a very large one too. He never did something unless he wanted to, and he didn't want to lead the way now, not until that rude tom had taken it back. He tapped his tail expectantly, though for some reason he didn't think that Fierceclaw would be taking his words back.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 23, 2007 10:22:34 GMT -5
Fierceclaw let out an irritated sigh, Rolling his eyes and lashing his tail, "Alright. . ." He growled tonelessly, "You're not a fool." He shifted his piercing glare back to the stubborn loner, "You're just an immature mouse-brain who's going to loose a few eyes if he doesn't move it!"
Fierceclaw unsheathed his claws and started at Stormheart in a fast trot, snarling silently. If Stormehart didn't get a move on, this was going to get ugly.
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