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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Oct 20, 2006 15:53:44 GMT -5
Darkheart used his unsheathed hing claws to propel himself off of the apprentice. His paws hit the cold, dark, ground hard, and he used strong muscles to twist around, leaping right back at the apprentice's belly. The was a sharp jolt of pain from his side, but he payed no attention. What did he care?
Just a little scratch.
He reached with his claws, expecting anything, prepared for the unexpected. His green orbs danced, taking in every stone and tree. His shrewd mind worked to figure out what he could use to his advantage. His unconscious mind remained focused, however. It only responded to intake about the four surrounding warriors. He wanted to be rid of the three annoyances. He wasn't fighting to protect territory, but to drive out. He wanted to sink his sharpened fangs into their sides, forcing them to flee. Forcing them to let him and Touslepelt talk alone.
Surely Touslepelt knows why I am here. Surely all of RogueClan is more important than some impertinent, slippery lair like Shimmer. Or two idiots come to kill.
[blue]Shimmer's eyes noticed every move. No motion could escape the notice of her all-encompassing gaze. There was a woodpecker fluttering down to drill a hole in the soft wood of a nearby tree. A small mouse climbed along the root of the same tree. Its ears heard the racket of the fight and it fled. Shimmer wished she could hunt the bird, the mouse, or maybe that vole burrowing blindly through the dirt several foxlengths away from where she stood. But this was not her territory; she had no right to hunt here. What would she gain from joining Touslepelt?
Hopefully, some dirty, yet useful jobs. That's what she wanted. She wanted to use her skill of lying and fool whatever idiot it would be helpful to fool.
Shimmer didn't even try to convince herself that she was the most urgent thing on Touslepelt's priority list. Sure, able and willing volunteers were good, but she happened to be aware that Darkheart had come to offer the support of all of RogueClan. Shimmer had no desire to work with the Clan she had left, in fact the opposite of that would be more precise, but at least she wouldn't have to take orders from a cat scared to kill.
Shimmer noticed that there was blood dripping -no, flowing- from Darkheart's side. She laughed inside, hoping that it hurt badly, but not a trace of this emotion showed on the surface.[/blue]
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 22, 2006 11:18:33 GMT -5
Runningpaw jumped backwards, but he bumped into something, no, someone. His hackles raised as he turned around. A red pointed cat stood behind him. He was vey bony, but he looked as if he would kill.
Sark's slender form "shouldered" past the warrior-sized apprentice. He had no business here, but he was simply passing through.
Runnnigpaw hissed. How rude that cat is. he thought. He growled before tackling the cat.
Sark knew he would do this. He stopped the cat by turning and biting its throat. He bit hard enough to make the cat stop attacking. Between fur he meowed, 'If struggle you'll just rip your throat open."
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Oct 23, 2006 16:41:47 GMT -5
[blue]Shimmer turned her attention to the newcomer. A cat pointed with red, as she was pointed with light lilac-brown. She hoped dearly that this cat was here not on business, but, instead, just trekking through for... nothing. The annoyance! Was Touslepelt's den always this full of angry cats? She certainly hoped not! It must be impossible to live in peace for the poor inhabitant of this battlefield. Yet, somehow, she didn't really feel sorry for Touslepelt. But she never felt sorry for anyone, so it did not come as a surprise that she felt no sympathy. There was no way of finding out this cat's purpose without asking. So:
And what have you come for?
Her voice was only mildly annoyed, and the undertone was one of polite respect. it came out how she wanted it; impatient but not mean. She didn't know if this cat was with Touslepelt, but better safe than rejected. Besides, even if the red cat wasn't one of her new 'team', it would do no harm to be nice. If he was an enemy, she could use it to get a bit closer.[/blue]
Darkheart sighed as he saw another cat enter so casually. The cat looked dangerous, yet what nerve! Couldn't he see that the cats here were not just sitting around swapping elder's tales? The idiot! Even Darkheart wouldn't walk into a clearing full of angry felines! Well... maybe he would... but, still! He watched Runningpaw attack, and the other cat easily grab him. A neat little trick. Darkheart stored it in his memory bank. His ears flicked as Shimmer asked the cat his business. Sort of a stupid thing to ask a cat with its mouth full. He couldn't help wondering what the cat's response would be. Darkheart's lithe form was stone-still. He watched curiously, ready to attack to help the pointed new cat, though he was obviously not in need of any help.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 23, 2006 20:01:56 GMT -5
Sark smiled between the mouthfuls of fur. He released the apprentice, who bucked away with lightning speed and continued to hiss and spit. “I am dreadfully sorry about the intrusion, but I simply was passing through.” He meowed formally. Although it was very rude to invade another’s territory, and he knew it was Touslepelt’s turf. He was a part of Touslepelt’s gang after all. He could be here if he wanted to.
Runningpaw had quite enough. He wasn’t ready to fight Touslepelt he was just too physically powerful. The newcomer was merciless as well. How could he take on a group of cats when he couldn’t even fight off one? His mind whirred with stupid ideas on how to stop them. How could he do anything? Why did I even run away? he asked himself silently. Runningpaw took a deep breath and turned away from the scene. He just wasn’t ready. He had muscle, and smarts, but he still wasn’t ready.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Oct 23, 2006 21:56:44 GMT -5
Shimmer noticed the polite-sounding tone. Her own speach and posture became more relaxed and welcoming. She suspected by the way this cat was acting that he was from Touslepelt's gang. She asked.
"Are you with Touslepelt?"
She hoped he was. Maybe she could start making 'friends' already.
OOC: sry... bad post. I don't have any energy.. ~.~
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 23, 2006 22:12:46 GMT -5
- No fancy font color eh? xD Poor Cindy who ish tired. – “I am.” Sark meowed. He saw her begin to relax. I tend to have that affect. he commented on himself silently. His gaze rested on the run away apprentice, who had gotten a far ways off. “He wasn’t to much trouble, was he?” he mewed, his voice referred to the white warrior sized apprentice.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Oct 23, 2006 22:17:33 GMT -5
Shimmer moaned in mock pain. Her silvery white coat flashed in the moonlight.
"Oh, why, look at the awful scratch on my ear! I might die!"
She laughed, her voice ringing through the trees.
OOC: I realy ought to go to bed.........
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 24, 2006 19:08:25 GMT -5
Sark laughed in harmony with her, but it ended shortly afterwards.
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Post by rex. on Oct 24, 2006 21:33:33 GMT -5
long powerful legs suddenly carried the rex after the fleeing apprentice, which wasnt for show, but to leave a lasting impression. when he closed the space between them to a tail's length, he reached out with a long arm and swiped it through the air, not a hair's bridth of the cats legs as they came out in his stride. The rex purposefully missed, but wanted to leave the young tom to get that haunting feeling that perhaps he was still being followed... Turning on a dime, Touslepelt turned about and sprinted back toward the rest of the cats 'someday i will be following you!' he promised the cat to himself, smiling. Green eyes focused in on Darkspirit; who hadnt gotten much attention... with a grunt, touslepelt forced his limbs to double their stride pace, as he ducked his head and pelted head-long into the first intruder. the force of the impact did leave the rex somewhat daze, but in a second, he shook it off, and turned back to the other three; Darkheart, Sark, and Shimmer; an attractive she-cat, no doubt, but all the same, he parted his lips in an obviously outraged snarl as he yowled angerly 'THIS PLACE IS NOT FOR BLIND CONVERSATION, FOOLISH LAUGHER; ESPECIALLY BY THOSE WHO ARE INTRUDING, NOR IS IT A PLACE TO PASS THROUGH!' as he spoke, his volume of speech rose with every word, and his tail lashed dangerously behind him. i will see Darkheart, and if i am correct, the other two of you have no business here he knew that the she-cat wanted to share some verbal action with him, so he added 'i wil speak to you later, and Sark....' the large masculine rex glared hotly at the siamese point, his green eyes staring into sarks's blue ones. "you may just be passing through, but i will give you one warning, not to do it again. my territory is for my purposes alone, and i wil not have anyone trapsing across it without my consent."
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 25, 2006 16:29:10 GMT -5
Sark dipped his head to Touslepelt. “As you wish.” He meowed obediently. He gave the she-cat a small wink prior to padding away, his dark blue eyes ominously ahead of him like two shady ponds.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Oct 25, 2006 20:09:31 GMT -5
[blue]Shimmer's eyes met Touslepelt's and her gaze flickered away and back as a sign of respect and agreement. It also confirmed that his decision and order would be carried out. She was slightly angered that he would chose Darkheart to talk to first, but didn't show it. She took a step as if to leave, the turned briefly.
"Shall I wait here or come back sometime in the near future?"
She asked with a decidedly humble voice. She hated every moment that she had to submit to this cat, but not a trace of the emotion was revieled in her features or conduct. She placed her paws quietly and carefully, not trodding on a single stone or dry leaf, and her whiskers were relaxed. Her eyes were wide, but not overly so. She looked innocent of any harsh feeling. Her ears were pricked forward, but calmly. She definitely would not go back home without talking, but she could go to some other territory to hunt if he wanted her to leave. The sun was just rising, and she hoped to talk to him by sunhigh at least.[/blue]
Darkheart trotted toward Touslepelt, and happened to glance at his side. He winced at the look of the wound. It was wide and still bleeding freely. While Shimmer spoke, he padded over to a nearby oaktree and took a cobweb from its gnarled roots. He gathered another from a lowhanging pair of branches. Delicately, he pressed them onto his side. Though distracted, his ears were focused on the pair of cats. He was ready to come back over the moment Touslepelt wanted him to. Although he did not want to take orders from the cat, Darkheart was willing to admit. It was Touslepelt's territory.
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Post by rex. on Nov 5, 2006 11:34:50 GMT -5
The tom was on his last nerve at the moment, so he turned to the she-cat and responded to her question with "see me some other time." he meowed in an irritable tone. then, turning back to face darkheart, who was a little ways off by a tree, he meowed "What did you want?" the Rex's tail lashed angerly, for he partly blaimed the intrusion on this tom. perhaps they followed him...a rogue leader should be more responsable that that.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Nov 6, 2006 11:42:34 GMT -5
"Do you have this amount of visitors always?" Darkheart asked coldly. His his tail was lashing back and forth. He hated exesive wasting of time. "Anyhow, I've come to talk about a posible alegiance between my Clan and your followers. I would not, and this is important, take orders from you. We would discus plans, and me co-leaders. I would need some of RiverClan territory as a price. That about sums up my offer. And don't think you'll be able to take the Rogues by force. Any questions?" Darkheart suddenly swivled his head. "You," he snarled, "Get out!"
Shimmer's ears had been pricked intently, and she had stored what of the converce -though one-sided it was thus far- she had heard. Now, she realized it was time to race away. "I'm so terribly sorry," she said silkily to Touslepelt. "But it is in my nature to take in every word of everything I hear. I'm usually more careful about it," she added ernestly. Then, without looking back, she raced away. The wind in her ears howled, ruffling her fur.
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Post by rex. on Nov 6, 2006 18:17:25 GMT -5
this whole time touslepelt had remained silent, but his upper lip drew back when he heard darkheart giving orders in his territory. he paid the she-cat no attention, for it mattered not to him, especially now, who heard his plans. he would carry them out just as planned. even if his enemy found out he was coming for them, it would be too late for them; it was like a wave, you see it coming, and no matter what you do, you cant ever brace yourself enough for it and it will push you over. this was his key, his extra wave; Darkheart was handing his cats over to his cause, and it would be the largest army ever witnessed. RiverClan, nor ShadowClan....no...the entire forest...none of them stood a chance. 'Agreed.' he meowed simply
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Nov 7, 2006 10:48:46 GMT -5
"Good. But do you understand that we will be heading the army, and the battle, together? My cats will, though though I retain the right to withdraw if you go back on this, listen to both of us, and your followers will follow me aswell. Are you still agreed?"
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