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Post by Leopardstorm on Jan 1, 2009 0:22:25 GMT -5
OOC- GM is godmoderating, it's where you make your cat in a god-like status, to where they could hurt your opponent and then your opponent couldn't hurt you. another thing is making your character dodge every attack i blow, then saying you land every attack your cherrir makes. Like that, also know as PPowerPlay. -shrugs- oh well. and i don't think this will turn into a fight anyways. >->
Murderbreeze snorted then laughed. "She's not my mate," He concluded. "I just like picking fights with strangers." He said it in a joking tune, though he was serious.
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Post by ./*/_feather_\*\. on Jan 1, 2009 0:31:24 GMT -5
"Joking around with others?" Jasper tiltled his head once more. "I dont think thats the smartest idea. And also you never answered my question. What is your name?" he quickened his pace to match the other tom's.
ooc- he's not god like. I never wanted to intend that. But he is past i dont want him to get hurt too bad you know...please?
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Post by Leopardstorm on Jan 1, 2009 0:34:24 GMT -5
OOC- I didn't say he was godlike, its just what you call someone who does things like that. I don't think you would though. and i don't think it will turn into a fight. You can hurt my cat, i just want to lay down a few scratches with my cat too ^-^
Murderbreeze shrugged. "Murderbreeze." He grunted. He sat, too bored to carry on the search for Diamonte.
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Post by ./*/_feather_\*\. on Jan 1, 2009 1:10:42 GMT -5
ooc- i dont think a fight is going to happen anyways.
Jasper stayed standing. "Murderbreeze?!" He was shocked at the violent name. "Thats....an interesting name...i guess." The tom looked down. "So if she is not your mate...why is she so upset?"
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Jan 1, 2009 10:27:23 GMT -5
OOC: She's still around y'savvy?
Diamonte growled and landed a few pawleangths to side of both cats. He fur was flat, stance relaxed but her pale eyes and slitted pupils showed otherwise.
You like picking fights with strangers? How mature. she said, voice dripping sarcasm. He head turned to Jasper. This time her voice had changed to an unrecognisable tone.
My anger was at being followed by a complete stranger. And a fight is not what I want right now.
She still avoided the fact that she was and ex-clan cat.
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Post by Leopardstorm on Jan 1, 2009 14:49:04 GMT -5
Murderbreeze glanced at Jasper. "I'm in RogueClan. I like my name to strike fear in my opponents. Plus, I've lived up to it many times over." His gaze flicked to Diamonte. "I'm bored with you, so, I'll just leave ya alone. Two on one's not fair anyways." He smiled, revealing the sharp white fangs that gave him his nickname.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 1, 2009 16:36:37 GMT -5
ooc; If this thread is still open to newcomers, I'd love to join. If not, please ignore the following.
Darkheart didn't usually sink this low. Rarely could you catch him in Loner territory - it was, after all, open to anyone. There was no fun in that. He liked to trespass and he liked his own land, but coming here was some kind of limbo. But he knew perfectly well how many cats gathered in the abandoned little shack, and he needed to socialize with rogues for two reasons. All of his own Clan, besides his deputy, knew nothing of the scheme. Not yet. They would in due time - Darkheart hated keeping secrets from his warriors - but loyalty wasn't usually the strongest quality in a RogueClanner.
So Darkheart was here to gather any news he could and also to recruit if he could. Being a RogueClanner was, in the muscular leader's point of view, the best of all worlds. His warriors had the freedom to do whatever the wished, and to join or leave at their discretion. But they also got that priceless feeling of having something to fight for - a Clan to be loyal to. They had others to talk with if they wanted, and a territory all to their own. A place to sleep and a leader to mediate disputes. And all they had to do to get those benefits was hunt for the Clan occasionally and fight under Darkheart's expert rule.
Rolling his shoulders, the small midnight-colored tom padded up to the barn. He could hear voices inside, and wasn't surprised. There was always some cat in there. He stepped inside, and his emerald eyes glanced around the interior. He spotted one of his warriors, Murderbreeze. He couldn't hear what the tom was saying, but picked up on the word RogueClan and figured he could go join the conversation. "Murderbreeze." He nodded his head in a polite greeting to the tom. His brilliant orbs then flickered to the other two cats. "And you two are...?" He wasn't there to pick a fight, so he figured he should be nice - at least for starters.
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Post by ./*/_feather_\*\. on Jan 1, 2009 21:25:29 GMT -5
"I am Jasper, and this is Diamonte." He pointed his tail at the female. His fur prickled at bit and he stared at the new comer. Dear Brisk! What are all these cats doing here?! "If you dont mind id like to leave. Im not used to all these....cats...near me." He backed up a bit.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 2, 2009 12:33:05 GMT -5
Darkheart laughed. Well then - he wasn't about to join RogueClan. So why not have some fun? It had been so long since the real rogue inside Darkheart had been let free. In his youth, he'd been quite the fight-picker and trespasser. He'd taunted and infuriated too many Clanners to count. But it had been ages since his last fight. He hadn't had even a battle of insults for moons. All this stress - Touslepelt, New ShadowClan, pointless battles - had worn down his ability to have fun. No - I can still enjoy myself. Why not?
"What - you're used to twolegs? Poor, shy kittypet." His voice took on a sarcastic edge, and a long-lost smile grew on his muzzle. He was small, sure, but he wasn't leader of RogueClan for nothing. Seasons upon seasons of keeping independent and often unstable cats under control have given the pitch black cat an aura of power - he could look down on cats twice his size. And he had won his fair share of fights, despite a significant lack of height advantage. The muscles in his short legs were powerful. Besides, with Murderbreeze on his side, there was little possibility of a fight going badly.
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Post by ./*/_feather_\*\. on Jan 2, 2009 18:40:25 GMT -5
Jasper stopped and turned around to the new cat. "Oh no, i think your mistaken. I am a rogue. I am no 'Kitty-pet' as you put it. I dont want to join a clan because i dont like the stupid drama that comes with it. All that: 'you were in my territory' or 'thats my piece of prey' doesnt work out for me." His amber eyes stared at the black tom. "You probally have no idea how good it feels to be in the open, no one to boss you around, or no rules to follow considering your a clan cat." He basically spat out the wour 'clan'.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 2, 2009 18:53:08 GMT -5
Darkheart laughed. No idea how it feels to have no rules to follow? If Jasper knew Darkheart's position in the Clan, he would have chosen a different insult. Darkheart was one of the most powerful cats in the Clans - he had gotten the respect of countless rogues and loners, along with ex-Clanners and cats born into RogueClan. No rules? He knew exactly what that felt like. "Obviously the Clan you were in was nothing like the Clan I lead." The purr was soft, and the words double-edged. He was not actually assuming that Jasper had ever been in a Clan. Quite the opposite - Darkheart's insult was aimed at the loner's hatred of Clan life. It was probably the case that Jasper had just heard the rumors about Clannie life that were so true in the other forest Clans. But any RogueClanner would easily point on how little those held with RogueClan.
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Post by ./*/_feather_\*\. on Jan 2, 2009 21:01:21 GMT -5
"As ive said before, i am a rogue. Ive never been in a clan and i never will. I can take care of myself. Who are you? Leader of a clan you said?" Jasper sat down and stared directly in the leader. This cat is wasting my time......but he's not going to insult me.
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Post by Leopardstorm on Jan 3, 2009 16:22:57 GMT -5
Murderbreeze huffed and watched the quarrel with amused eyes, hopeful that it would lead to a blood battle. His hooked claws teared impatiently at the ground.
OOC- Compared to your roleplaying skills, Cindy, I feel like mine is out of place. But I don't have a very vivid imagination and the spotlight is on you two..
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Post by ./*/_feather_\*\. on Jan 3, 2009 20:41:36 GMT -5
ooc- yeah same here. Everytime i RP with her i feel like a loser....ugh...
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 4, 2009 12:44:21 GMT -5
ooc; me ish sorry. it took me years though. you guys should have a look in the archives at my first posts... o.O talk about one-liners.
Darkheart could have pursued the idiotic assumptions that this cat was making, pointed out that they were only that - assumptions. But the dim-witted loner was probably too stubborn and too set in his ways to see that kind of logic. So Darkheart decided to take a different route - to play off the tom's words. "I can take care of myself." Now... how to twist that? No, there was no solid way. Better to go with the original plan. "So you assume that all Clanners are defenseless minions? As opposed to what - Loners who are afraid to talk to other cats? Loners are just kittypets full of pathetic, misguided pride."
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