Ritz
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Nightlife :: Moonshine :: Madhouse
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Post by Ritz on Sept 7, 2007 15:26:26 GMT -5
Should he have been there? No, he probably shouldn't be. Was that about to stop him? No, it wouldn't come close. The eerily white tom had zero respect for and boundaries besides his own. The tom stopped and surveyed his surroundings. The scent of many cats hung in the air, marking this territory as claimed. He inhaled again, opening his mouth slightly. My, there appeared to be many cats.
A confident grin spread across Bleaches features. So he wasn't supposed to be here, that simply made things easier! All it meant was that someone was bound to cross his path and come to chase him off. Good luck to the poor soul. Truthfully, Bleach was eager to know about this forest. Not the specific territory he was in now, but the whole forest. What was it about the place that caused him to want to stay?
That was why he was here, to find someone to explain a few things. If they weren't in a talkative mood, that was still perfectly fine with the white tom. And, if they were in a talkative mood, that only left the question of what to do afterwards? Bleaches lips twitched as many thoughts meandered through his mind. None really all that pretty. Of course, there was always the chance he could let a victim escape... Not a particularly pleasing idea, but possibly necessary if there were as many cats in this area as he was scenting now.
Chances were, they wouldn't be incredibly happy if Bleach decided to have his idea of "fun". [/center][/size] ooc: Anyone? *Innocent grin*
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Sept 7, 2007 16:09:22 GMT -5
Ooc: *Flails paws* Here I am!
Heavy pawsteps filled the air with sound, as twigs snapped and leaves crushed under the pressure of the tom's black pads. Careless though he was, he was to be feared, mostly the reason why he crashed around the forest like a badger. Phobia's amber gaze glittered wildly in the moonlight as the pools of copper searched out his next victim. Blood hung to his chest and jaws, showing that he had made a recent kill and ate a good meal. A happy-go-lucky kit had wandered straight into his grasp, and oh how he enjoyed murdering innocent blood. He licked his chops, savoring the salty tang that hit his tastebuds.
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Ritz
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Nightlife :: Moonshine :: Madhouse
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Post by Ritz on Sept 7, 2007 16:21:43 GMT -5
Bleach huffed, impatient at the fact that no one had showed up yet. His only major flaw; he had about as much patience as a two-day old kit. But then a scent reached his nose. He inhaled again, making sure he hadn't just imagined it. No, it was difinetly there; the scent of freshly spilled blood. Bleach would know that scent anywhere.
He inhaled deeply once again, slit-like pupils widening so that his eyes looked black instead of the usual honey-brown. His mouth parted to better take in the scent, and his insides jumped. Without really thinking about it, he yowled in the general direction the scent was coming from. The way he figured it, there was either a severely injured cat nearby, or a cat coated in freash blood. His paws kneaded the groud in anticipation. If the stranger was injured, and he heard it run, he'd chase it. If they had killed someone, well, he'd just see how events turned out. [/color][/size]
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Sept 7, 2007 18:25:28 GMT -5
A sharp yowl split through his eardrum, causing him to crane his neck towards the sound. A grin creased his bloody maw and he turned and began to pad hastily towards the noise. He couldn't really scent a cat above the over-powering crimson liquid that masked almost everything, but he could tell which way to go. Within a few bounds he saw a snow-white pelt through the trunks of the trees around him and his eyes began to flicker with pure excitement like minnows darting through a pond. Phobia hurried forward and came close to three tail-lengths away from the alabaster feline. Why hello. He meowed smoothly, the words nearly slipping out of his mouth in a purr.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 7, 2007 21:19:19 GMT -5
OOC: It Shimmer isn't welcome, ignore my post...
She had always hated RogueClan. Well, alright, that wasn't quite true. She had joined thinking how good an idea it was to have a whole bunch of evil cats working together. But instead of that, she'd found a tangled mess, half woven of love and half of hate, with everything in a disorganized wreck. There were mentors, but apprentices didn't always have them. There were some cats with two names, some cats with one. Felines cam and went from a member one night - just for a tad of free food - and then decided to quit the next morning, just before patrols began. It was all very ridiculous. Most of all, she had immediately despised that annoying leader Darkheart. He though he was so clever, but really he was completely weak. She could tell that in a fight she'd best him. But instead of killing, she simply left. Now, perhaps, she would get some bloody revenge.
Adrenaline was Shimmer's addiction, it kept her happy and calm, in control. But when she hadn't felt the rush of life that a fight brought to her veins in a while, she grew impatient and restless, seeking battle anywhere. Right now she was alright - she had fought and just barely lost to some stupid Clanner group the other day, and although the thrill of victory hadn't been with her, she still got enough energy to live with. She thirsted now for blood and the satisfaction of a win, not the rush then let-down of a loose. She opened her jaws, showing rows of sharp teeth that had retained a shockingly clean yellowed color, a display of deadly weapons. Tasting the air, she could smell two cats, but to her disappointment, nether where of RogueClan scent. It didn't matter in the long run that they were loners, though, so she walked up. She could tell from the scents that at least one was a bloody killer, and decided to leave out the kittypet act. By smell, she could tell that they were both toms, and she laughed happily from the inside. Many toms were occasionally distracted in a fight by her beauty, a feature she knew of and used to her advantage. She heard a yowl and a response, and the recklessness of the first thrilled her, the soft and deadly purr of the second reminding of her her own usual attitude. Instead of speaking, she emerged in the clearing from the side, her posture and soft, gray-blue eyes saying everything: she wasn't taking sides yet; she wanted to know who the two cats were; and she knew how to fight. She purposefully didn't show too much confidence. If the cats knew that she at least thought she was extremely powerful, they'd be prepared. It was always better to be underestimated.
She blinked for one long second, showing a boredom so convincingly she almost felt it.
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Ritz
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Nightlife :: Moonshine :: Madhouse
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Post by Ritz on Sept 7, 2007 23:15:21 GMT -5
The fur on his back pricked in anticipation, and he just barely held back a purr as the source of the scent entered his range of vision. He sized up the tom with lazy eyes, the scent of a recently taken life making him slightly light-headed. Bleach loved that smell, much more then he had loved his family. That thought snapped him back to attention. His honey-brown eyes regained their attentive awareness, and he studied the new tom once again.
Why hello.
Bleaches tail flicked for no particular reason. That had always irked him, he had little or no control over his tail. Reminding himself that a strange cat coated in blood was standing before him, Bleach pushed all other thoughts from his mind. "Hello yourself." His tone was flat, as it often was when he used 'manners'. His outer tone was a murky mirror to his inner intentions. He opened his mouth to say something else, but his eyes snapped to the source of a new sound.
A she-cat had emerged, and Bleach dimly registered that she was pretty. It didn't really matter to him; His mother had been pretty, his sister had been pretty. But now, Rose and Silvey had both died by his paws. So had Dayze and their father for that matter. He blinked once to push away the thoughts of his other two brothers, willing himself to focus on the here and now. The very last thing he needed was to think of them.
Focus on the she-cat, that was a good idea. He glanced back at the tom, a slow grin spreading across his maw. He turned back to the she-cat, facing his shoulder to the tom. Never show a potential enemy your back, and never expose your throat. Shoulders were good, you couldn't kill a cat by attacking their shoulder, and it put their head in nice biting range.
" 'Lo there m'dear." He said with a slight purr, honey-brown optics never leaving her face. "What brings one such as yourself out to a place like this?" His maw was still twisted into a wicked grin. It was more then likely that at least one of these newcomers would be able to tell him of this place. He pegged the female for his most likely, the tom had a touch of insanity about his eyes. Not that Bleach could complain about such a thing, his eyes often mirrored that same insanity. [/center]
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Sept 8, 2007 10:17:35 GMT -5
The tortoiseshell tom's own jaw portrayed a wicked grin as he also registered that the newcomer was slightly attractive. Of course, he had no interest in a potential mate for that matter, the only picture that slipped through his mind was her limp body covered in blood. He didn't move though, he stood, the thick blood that covered him beginning to excite his senses. Even though he had already killed some cat today, the light in his amber eyes was unmistakable, he wanted to murder and the temptation that itched at his pelt was overwhelming. His claws seeped into the dirt crushing a small leaf that was under his paws. Phobia had no idea who they were, but he wasn't one to match a face with a name. He could faintly remember the last cat who had actually put up a good fight. It was brown tabby tom, huge with eyes of emerald that sparkled with determination. When they fought he remembered him yowling words that didn't click with Phobia, such as 'StarClan' and the 'Warrior Code', but his caterwauls hadn't lasted for much longer when he had locked his jaws in the cat's throat. Phobia savored the memory for a moment longer before snapping back to reality.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 9, 2007 17:59:52 GMT -5
Shimmer wanted to laugh when the black tom referred to her as 'm'dear', but years of practice let her easily hold back the laugh. As he spoke, she tilted her head slightly, a delicate, polite motion almost as if she thought from his words that he was actually being polite. It appeared that she was only watching him, and paying no attention the the disgustingly bloody tortoiseshell, but her eyes kept careful tabs on both cats. She noticed every flicker of movement and every facial expression. There weren't many among these cats, although the cat who seemed almost unable to wash himself looked more than slightly crazy. She noted to take advantage of this while fighting him; the eager-to-kill look in his eyes suggested recklessness in a battle. In response to being asked a question, she replied in a soft voice, "Business," A slight smile showed that she was unafraid, but at the same time she relaxed her muscles so that she looked weak under her silky coat. Her eyes were large, almost looking kind.
She thought carefully, trying to place names to these cats' faces. She didn't think she'd heard of a black rogue to be scared of, which meant that this cat had come recently. Shimmer heard everything about the dangers of the forest, and she figured that soon she'd hear this tom's name. The other cat, the one with the matted, multicolored fur, she thought she had heard of. She remembered talking to some Clanner who - at the time - had thought she was an innocent kittypet who had caught a glimpse of of some terribly unwashed cat making a kill and, even worse, eating his feline prey. The name 'Phobia' had been attached, a name that fitted the cat standing before her.
Shimmer's head was high, neck seemingly exposed, as if to lure the cats in for an easy kill. Her claws were visibly sheathed, not a hint of their razor-sharp points coming out of her paws. But she would be able to get them out in time, woe to any cat who tried to take advantage of what looked like some helpless young loner. Her ears were up and listening, not at all out of the way in case of attack. She looked like the last thing in the world she was expecting was to be leaped at. Actually, it was what she was waiting for.
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Ritz
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Nightlife :: Moonshine :: Madhouse
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Post by Ritz on Sept 9, 2007 18:26:02 GMT -5
Bleach regarded the she-cat with only mild interest. He had been tresspassing in these parts, and, so far, neither of the two cats he had met had even asked him why he was here. Well, even a stupid cat could figure out both of these cats didn't belong here either. That, or they were both incredibly ignorant.
He snorted at her words. "And what buisness is it you would have here?" His words were silky smooth, the slither or a snake over cotton, but the wicked grin that decorated his features was purely the beast in him. "Perhaps, you could explain a few things to me. I havn't quite been able to learn much of these parts, as I havn't been here very long, but you seem to know these places well." By admitting he knew little about his surroundings, one would assume Bleach was being foolish.
Truthfully? Yes, it was a little reckless, but not foolish in the slightest. Bleach knew full well that that might provoke some cats into attacking him, and he welcomed the fact. The more bloody throats he could tear into, the better. He toyed with the fantasy of one of these cats attacking him. Ah, he'd like that. There wasn't anything quite like the taste of warm blood, exspeacily cats blood. other animals were fine, but Bleach prefered to fight something that could think for itself.
His honey-colored eyes flicked back to the tortoiseshell, taking him in once again. He wondered dimly what the tom would do if Bleach lunged at the she-cat, not that he would until she told him what he wanted to know. Would it be a free-for-all, or would the tortoiseshell attack the apparent weakest link? A mystery. And Bleach wasn't too keen on mysteries. He turned his attention back to the she-cat, his thoughts still galloping wildly through his head. ooc: Bleach is a white tom, btw
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 9, 2007 18:46:48 GMT -5
Shimmer smiled at his words. "Oh, there are a few dangers here and there. What do you want to know?" She purred out the words in a seemingly friendly tone. She was putting on a confidant-but-weak act, and personally though it was working well. She faked a flattered look that he had assumed she knew her way around. She did, of course, but there was no reason to tell him truthful answers to the questions he asked. She didn't answer his first inquiry, partly because she didn't have any answer. She knew very well that her reply of "Business" had been a pathetic attempt at seeming strong. She just hoped he hadn't figured out the trickery behind this. She flicked her tail, but just a little. There was no meaning behind the motions except a casual look, one that pointed out that she was at ease - or at least pretending to be - with the situation.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Sept 9, 2007 19:34:06 GMT -5
The crimson liquid that he was bathed had begun to dry, turning brown and sticking to his fur in matted clumps. He sighed inwardly, knowing it would be a chore to clean himself up. But no. When it rained he would be cleansed from the dirt, grime, and blood. He would wait for a downpour, for when the skies cried until his fur was soaked and clung to his skin as he always did. But he didn’t sense a shower anytime soon and that would mean cats would be able to detect him easily and make it harder for him to nab potential prey. But again, that’s how it had always been, not caring about the direction of the wind or whether his victim could smell him or not. It was just one thought, kill. Phobia hadn’t always been like that though, it had been different long ago, but somehow his mind had been corrupted and twisted past the point of breaking to where he couldn’t think straight. His amber eye twitched and his past thoughts were murdered and pushed back into the depths of his mind. He was just now tuning into the conversation, but wished he hadn’t, it was a useless one. He began to look over the she-cat, who appeared to have looks of a pampered kitty-pet, but something about her told him that she wasn’t. She was just another manipulative loner, as so many she-cats were those days. The tortoiseshell was beginning to get uncomfortable with the words that slipped past his ears and was getting impatient with them as their sentences seemed to get slower and slower. It was quiet, he realized Shimmer had stopped talking. Phobia grunted distastefully as he tore at the ground, scoring it with multiple claw marks.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 9, 2007 19:55:06 GMT -5
Shimmer noticed quickly that the cat she thought was Phobia was moving restlessly, and could tell that he wanted something to happen. This made sense. He didn't seem the type to play with words or delay before a kill. The silver and white she-cat knew that the more impatient he became the more fun it would be to fight him, so she turned her head slightly in his direction. Softly, almost as though she hadn't wanted the other two to hear, she purred, "Impatient, are we?" Her voice was just as silky as her previous one but with a taunting, infuriating quality that her tone had lacked until now. There was just a hint of the true Shimmer, not enough to rely on or be convinced by, just a hint. But then again, wasn't deceiving others what Shimmer did? Wasn't that her true self as well? The other cat wouldn't see it, but it was certainly not different for Shimmer herself. She turned back to the as of yet nameless white cat, waiting for a response. Her eyes, which had temporarily been full of cruel laughter, were soft and round once more.
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Ritz
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Post by Ritz on Sept 10, 2007 20:48:48 GMT -5
Bleach turned his head again to regard the tortoiseshell. He was aware that not all cats were like him; not all cats enjoyed his form of play. While on the surface, Bleaches manners appeared almost acceptable. You'd have to be a mouse-brain not to see past his charade, but it was there nontheless. But in reality, all his "manners" and polite words were just him playing with his victims. Polite chatter from an obvious threat tended to make smaller, weaker cats uncomfartable.
Whether or not his play was appreciated or not didn't matter to Bleach. His head snapped back to the she-cat as she asked the question. "What do you want to know?"
He chuckled at some private joke before speaking. "What do I want to know? Only the most important thing; Who is in charge here?" That was the only important question in his mind. How many cats stayed here, what was the forest like, where were they, none were that important. who was the boss, and how strong they were was really the only thing anyone needed to know.
He raised his head and looked over the she-cat. He had zero desire to take a mate anytime soon, and, quite frankly, it was debatable he had enough of a heart to do so. The petty little motions the she-cat kept up, titlting her head, laughing lightly when she found something funny, only served to show Bleach the differences between him and her. Bleaches motions were like acrid, poinsoned water flowing smoothly between very sharp rocks. Graceful yet deadly, with no trickery behind them. You could always see Bleaches intentions behind his eyes. He was the type that wore his shrivled black heart out there where everyone could see it.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 11, 2007 16:50:54 GMT -5
As Shimmer heard the answer to her question, she flickered her gaze to the trees beyond the white cat, her eyes deep in thought. It appeared that she was paying no attention to either tom, but this was just another tiny act that Shimmer was holding up. She loved the little things that could set a mood, give you some opinion or other about someone. If she met a cat who was constantly twitching their ears, she would easily mark them as nervous, and play a bit before the kill. If some acquaintance kept pulling their claws across the ground, it was a sure sign of impatience to fight, and Shimmer would talk slowly and circle for a long time, drawing out their wait. If a cat, much like this one, didn't have any small motions at all, Shimmer used caution, or as much as she ever did. A cat like that had nothing to hide. The cat's eyes were easy to read, showing how deadly and ready he was. The other cat, the blood-covered tortoiseshell, was restless and hurried for the battle as she had pointed out. This was the most fun kind of cat to play with, though she was well aware that playing with Phobia could have disastrous results.
Slowly, drawing out the pause between every word just to frustrate the impatient cat who wasn't part of the conversation, Shimmer replied. "Well, that depends on where you look. There are the loner parts with mostly self-governing, except Touslepelt's army." Shimmer didn't stop to explain; if the tom wanted more information, he would have to ask. "Then there are the five Clans. There four religious ones - WindClan, ThunderClan, ShadowClan, and RiverClan - and RogueClan, whose territory we're in now. They all have leaders."
She blinked once when she had finished, still keeping up her innocent act, though she was tiring of the peaceful discussion. She lifted a paw and ran her tongue across the leathery silver pads that protected her feet from rocks and thorns. She used her teeth to pull a little stick out from in between her toes, still looking casually up at everyone. Although it was dangerous to be in such an inconvenient position in case of a suddenly started fight, Shimmer knew she would be able to tense up quickly enough to defend herself. This was another lure, trying to get one of the toms to finally attack her. If the little acts of unworried defenselessness would annoy them if they didn't succeed in tricking them, it seemed.
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Post by Ritz on Sept 11, 2007 19:50:15 GMT -5
Bleach watched the she-cats motions with little interest, his eyes showing a spark of irritation at her slow pace in answering. His tail meandered in a slow arc behind him, almost as though he was making a show that he could be patient. And of course, he was. That was the trait of all good hunters, wasn't it? He had been patient when he was stalking his family, and it was almost three moons before they let their guard down enough to split up. He could wait.
His ears flicked to the she-cats direction as she spoke. His eyes betrayed a spark of interest as she mentioned an army of loners. Well, that was interesting. The five clans were slightly disconcerting to him. Why five? Why not a number like three, that made things so much easier? Or better yet, one. And of course, four of them were religious! He scoffed at that. Any cat that put there fate in anything beside their own claws and fangs was an idiot in his mind.
But she hadn't answered his question yet. "Alright, so there are five clans and an army, as well as a few lone cats." He meowed, raising his head a notch to peer at her through honey-brown eyes. "But I meant, who is the strongest of those leaders and loners?"He didn't mention the cats that followed the leaders. If they were weaker then the leader, he didn't care. His tounge darted out to lick his chops as he thought of himself, standing over a bloodied and unrecognizable corpse. Could he really kill the strongest cat of this forest? Anything was possible, but he propably wouldn't walk away a loser if he fought. If he ever did lose, Bleach didn't plan to walk away at all. Death was a better option then being a loser in his opinion.
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