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Post by fleabittengray on Jul 21, 2008 8:56:43 GMT -5
Darkwind narrowed his blood red eyes, then gave a flick of his tail, dismissing Night and Blind. The two she-cats went into the little shelter to their own little nests, curling up and sleeping.
Turning to Minx, he smiled as he heard her speak.
"You must be Darkwind." she stated the obvious.
Darkwind nodded.
"I am pleased to finally meet you."
The gray tom-cat almost laughed when she said those words. Glad to meet him, ha! White blood-stained paws shuffeled on the ground, bringing him closer to the she-cat. The eighty-two mooned old cat ran his tail under her muzzel, gazing at her white almost blue fur.
"So, you decided to join DarkClan?"
He asked, wrapping his tail almost motherly around Minx's neck. He may be evil, cold-blooded, but he could easily trick a cat into thinking he was nice. That was, afterall, how he ened up with his son. He looked around for Mike, twiching his ears so that the white dot behind both of them was exposed to the sumlight. Where was that tom-cat? He could probly get more out of Minx, with his good looks.
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Post by Vampirecat on Jul 21, 2008 11:56:12 GMT -5
Minx was slightly taken back by his forwardness. She looked down at the ground, imbarassed and began shuffling her paws. She looked at the bloodstained cat in front of her, he looked completely unfriendly and she thought that for a spilt second that she would have to fight him. She eyed his curiously, her big amber, pupiless eyes looked like two golden suns as they rotated in her dainty, white head. She could take him... maybe...probably not. Zeesh, she really wouldn't be able to fight her way through this many cats if she needed to escape atall. Then a question brewed in her mind. "I thought that you were against the clans? I didn't think you were one." She quizzed curiously, her eyes sparkling. She gazed around at the cats surronding her. What was she getting herself into. Then a small voice in her head piped up, Not to burst your bubble or anything, Minx, but this has all the hallmarks of a trap. Minx knew that the voice was her own mind and that she was right but she needed to gang up sooner or later, a cat like her, so used to being in a large group couldn't possibly live alone. I wasn't her nature. She shook her pelt briskly.
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Post by fleabittengray on Jul 24, 2008 10:26:03 GMT -5
The 82 mooned old tom-cat looked at Minx, smiling down at her, exposing his sharp bloodstained teeth. He had seen this question coming.
"I thought that you were against the clans? I didn't think you were one." she asked curoisly.
Darkwind sat, wrapping his tail around his body, gazing at Minx unblinkingly. A smile curled around his lips, but ti didn't strech to his red eyes.
"But we aren't. We are rouges and loners, either exiled or looking for a purpose in life. We are DarkClan, the rise of a purpose."
He said, his voice seeming to draw on forever, flying through the air, coming back to threten the young cat. He extended his claws, also bloodstained, and watched her.
"And if anyone backs out of the group, then they better join those pathtic Clans for safety. Now, are you ready to join, or not?"
He asked, twiching his tail in impasene. Long, slender body stood once more onto dainty white paws, and he circled the cat. Why wouldn't Mike and Blood hurry up and come here?
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Post by blondie13 on Jul 25, 2008 13:15:40 GMT -5
Blood crept silently up to Darkwind. Her eyes narrowed at the she cat. From listening to the conversation, she had learned the cat's name, Minx. "I am Blood,"she said, injecting her voice with enough venom that the she cat would know not to mess with her. And enough athoroty so she would know her position as deputy.
(grr... my muse just dissappeard, i can't add any more)
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Post by Vampirecat on Jul 28, 2008 5:13:44 GMT -5
The small, white she-cat listened with uneasiness. Her big, round pupils amber eyes gazed at the bloodstained tom in front of her. He had asked the question. Straight out in the open. Was she ready to make the commitment. She racked her brain wishfully. Hoping that some answer might revel itself before her very eyes. These cats looked dangerous, threatening and not to be messed with. Minx herself looked like a tiny kit next to them. All the same she was a excellent fighter and used her small size to her advantage. She would not be treated like a tiny kit. She stood up straight, though her full height was not very much. She raised her head looked deep into Darkwind's eyes and said in the coolest most in control voice she could manage "Yes, Darkwind, I am ready."
She looked past the tom to the she-cat approaching behind. Blood. What a charming name. She heard the authority in the she-cat's voice and immediately knew that she was second in command. She nodded respectfully at Blood then cast her glance back to Darkwind.
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Post by fleabittengray on Jul 28, 2008 6:22:31 GMT -5
Darkwind stared down at Minx as she looked up at him. His eyes were cold, hear, and expressionless. They had lost that abilty to show any real happiness unless in battle. Maw now covered in a wicked smile, the gray blood stained tom nodded at Minx, then turned around at the sudden voice of Blood. "Blood, I think we found the one!" he said in an undertone, so Minx wouldn't be able to hear alot. He licked his lips, looking at Blood, then at Minx. By "the one", he ment the one that could distract RiverClan comeway as he went to get the kits. He waited for blood to say something, des[retly wanted her to agree. His whole body shook in excitment of fiannaly getting the kits. And we could do so much more! Maybe this is my time to get at Blackstar! he thought, then shook his head. No, he would not harm the leader. He had ninc elives he had one. He was old, Blackstar was young. No, he would attcke no one unless need be, and he had someone by his side. Then, all heck would break loose.
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