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Jun 12, 2006 11:32:04 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 12, 2006 11:32:04 GMT -5
A dark colored tom slunk through the shadows until he reached a large rock. He elegantly sprawled in the shadows, his dark eyes taking in the light. But surprisingly, they did not lighten the black pools that were his eyes. It was as if even the sun was afraid of him, bending to his will, and allowing his eyes to remain pitch black.
He yawned, and slowly began to clean his fur. Whilst he yawned, he bared his small, sharp teeth. He had an almost elven face, with lynx like features. His currently sheathed claws were long and wickedly pointed, a reminice of his genocidal ways.
The fur that he cleaned was like a brewing storm. it was a dissarray of sleek greys, blacks, and slates. Not a single white hair was on his hide, but everythign from downy grey to pitch black was splattered across his sleek hide. In the shadows, he looked like on himself, blending in so well. Not even his eyes sparkeld; they were the color black. Therefore it was inpossible to tell any feeling.
The light breeze dredged up his scent, and carried it across the valley. It was a haunting mix of vanilla, blood, and fox. He was a smaller cat, but carried himself elegantly, gracefully, and like he was the most important being in the forest.
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Jun 12, 2006 12:35:55 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Jun 12, 2006 12:35:55 GMT -5
Restless, and unable to sleep, Toulsepelt had left his nest, left the glade and headed into the forest...The Tortoise-shell rex's Muscles slid easily under his short curly pelt. And his Dark olive eyes were illuminated by the bright moon overhead. Lifting his siamese head high at a strange oder in the air, he picked up his pace toward its source.
The tom didnt bother trying to cover is scent or tread silently. he didnt care, if he was detected. unsheathed paws flew over the sod as he neared his destination, and he stopped when he came across its owner. He was almost shocked and yet intreagued (sp) to find out who this was...the tom didnt carry any scents that indicated that he belonged to any clan...or from this forest. The air of the cat was....Touslepelt couldnt put his nose on it...but he was interested none the less to find out about him.
Lowering himself to the ground and swishing his tail back and forth so he would be know as a possible threat, the rex growled"Good evening. May I ask what you are doing in my domain?"
in truth, it wasnt really Touslepelt's territory, but in his mind it would be soon.
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Jun 12, 2006 17:09:24 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 12, 2006 17:09:24 GMT -5
The ground blegons to no one but itself. And niether do I, cat.
The tom;s voice was a deadly rasp. Though the texture could not be placed it might be compared with the scating snakes hiss, or an angered lions snarl. His elegantly accented voice was ice cold wiht a shot of indifference.
His eyes were black pools, and nothing was able to be seen in them. They were onciemntly haunintg, and his pelt matched them in the ghost like feeling. His scent only enforced his message of deadlyiness. It was a mixture of sweet vanilla, coppery blood, and sly fox. When he spoke his sharpened, murderous teeth flashed.
Though he was small, he had the air of a murderer. He carreid himself with grace and elegance, but the way he took everythign win with his sharp eyes and keen hearing suggested he was a cat not to messed with. He seemed quite the theif, and he was slight and slender. But his mcules could be seen, and in the shadows, the black on his pelt looked like blood. [/color][/center]
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Jun 12, 2006 18:20:28 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Jun 12, 2006 18:20:28 GMT -5
so we've got a new bully on the block thought the rex as he let out a scoff
"want to come over here and tell that to me to my face!?" he hissed. The tom flexed his broad shoulders as he spoke, so to be sure his stength was visible and great for such a lean and slender cat.
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Jun 12, 2006 20:52:25 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 12, 2006 20:52:25 GMT -5
I see you are not of my allience But you are no threat to me, Who made genocide a science.
His chilly voice was almost taunting. But he made no effort to move, and simiply continued booring his eyes into the other cat.
I do not wish to move, and I will not waste my time with petty things like a small fight to boost you self confidence.
He spoke calmly and indifferenlty. Then he yawned and retunred to cleaning his tempest like pelt. He seemed uninteresetd in the other tom, but one ear was flicked at him, and in his mind, Hauntedstar had the otehr tom pin pointed on the map of the area.
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Jun 12, 2006 21:15:47 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Jun 12, 2006 21:15:47 GMT -5
ooc: i seriously laughed when i gave you the duck o.o
Touslepelt was a bit interested now in this tom. He stalked forward, head tilted slightly. "Who are you" the rex was no longer interested in fighting. This tom could be a valuable asset to his plans
ooc: ...they're reading lips... ...when did he get all confident? havnt you heart that...
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Jun 12, 2006 21:37:37 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 12, 2006 21:37:37 GMT -5
[ooc]Kashy dear, your getting hte lyrics wrong. It's Havent you heard that I'm the new cancer, I never looked better and you cna't stand it, cause you said so under your breath, your reading lips, when did you get so confidee-eent?[/ooc]
I am who I am. A name is but a name. And mine is Hauntedstar.
The tom's voice was gengeral, and uninterested, as he contunued to groom his sleek fur. he was a slender, slight cat, but with powerful mucles and sharp teeth. He sighed, and looked grudingly at the otehr tom wiht his eerie pitch colored eyes.
He sat up, slowly and gracefully, his elegence showing itself. He had keen hearing, sharp eyes, and a generally shady disposition.
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Jun 12, 2006 21:38:02 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 12, 2006 21:38:02 GMT -5
[ooc]AND I LIKE MY DUCK![/ooc]
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Jun 13, 2006 0:00:39 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Jun 13, 2006 0:00:39 GMT -5
ooc: *blinks stupidly....*
"How are you at melee combat?" questioned the tom...
ooc: terribly tired and low on muse...we went to play flashlight tag in the woods by my school with some friends. it was SWEEEEET >u<!!!!
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Jun 13, 2006 9:36:07 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 13, 2006 9:36:07 GMT -5
[ooc] Hmmm. Was certain Foxy Freshmen, other than myself, there? ^.~[/ooc]
Perhaps. Why?
Even a question leaving the cold cats mouth was descive. His black eyes shifted, but since hte pupil was undistinguashable, it was hard to tell what he was looking at. He shifted again, then decided that if this cat was offering an assasin job, he may aswell answer the question fully. He gave a long suffering sigh, and his mask of venmous features only shifted a bit.
I can best foxes and dog. Cats are of not problem to me. I have killed more cats than you can count. And more dogs than you have moons.
He sounded careless, and he was. He hated all cats with a deep passion, though he never really showed it, unless it was killing htem heartlessly. He was a murderer, and he knew where to strike to kill painlessly. And so he did not strike in those precious painless places. Cats had made him suffer, he would make them suffer in turn.
But he had a fox like cunning, and was more the ranger; like the old days. He had been one of the best rangers in his clan. Rangers had been the select few, the best. They were gifted in stealth, espionage, murder, and theivery. Lies were a speacialty, and moving unseen was another thing. He had been the best Ranger andy of the clans had ever seen, and his skills had only sharpened from that time.
THen there was the matter of his thriteen lives. He had not died once, and so he was in no danger. [/font]
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Jun 13, 2006 10:22:18 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Jun 13, 2006 10:22:18 GMT -5
ooc: lol...no. it was mostly seniors. were were there because haley is a senior, ja
The rex raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle "So, you claim you have killed over sixty-five dogs?" personally, the rex thought this tom was just cocky or saying that to look tough.
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Jun 13, 2006 22:40:57 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 13, 2006 22:40:57 GMT -5
Beleive what you like. If I denied it, we would both be worse liars than we already are.
The tom spoke coldly, and truthfully. There was no sense of pride, and no cocky attitude, merely bitter truth. To Hauntedstar, the glass was not half full or half empty, he smashed it beore he looked. He was a violent, cold pessimist with a cunning, shady disposition and a firghtening likness to a fox or snake.
His cold balck eyes glittered like beetels, and though his tone was low, his horrible voice resonated off the trees. He was not a pleasent cat, but there was no denying he was intimidating. He had a death like prescence, and his air made it seem as thoguh all cats had something to fear before he even uttered a single word.
[ooc]I love evil cats...[/ooc]
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Jun 14, 2006 7:00:59 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Jun 14, 2006 7:00:59 GMT -5
ooc: he really is over five seasons...
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Jun 22, 2006 22:22:39 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 22, 2006 22:22:39 GMT -5
[ooc]Five seasons? Excuse me?[/ooc]
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Jun 23, 2006 0:44:19 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Jun 23, 2006 0:44:19 GMT -5
ooc: years.
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