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Post by Broken Whitepaw on May 7, 2007 7:24:39 GMT -5
((Yep))
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Post by Stormchaser on May 8, 2007 5:20:38 GMT -5
|l Wolfenpelt l|
Mouth opened swiftly in a low hiss to ward off the kit. And then, it hit the dark warrior. Kit. Wolfenpelt grinned, then looked down at the kit. The thing he used to steal, kill, and eat. Wolfenpelt laughed a little, then looked down at the kit.
"Come with me."
He sauntered off more into the shadows, into where none would be able to spot him if he took this small cat's life. If he escaped, so be it. But that wasn't what Wolfenpelt wanted.
Again, Wolfenpelt thought back to that day at ShadowClan. The mother and her kits, he had dragged off to the border of ShadowClan and places such as the Twolegplace, places where BloodClan and rogues rested.
"Don't worry. I'll save you from what is here."
A part of the warrior wanted him to laugh. He somehow couldn't see himself saving another from anything, whether or not it was BloodClan, other rogues, or some sort of unavoidable death. Kits. They were so obtuse.
The day at ShadowClan, he had taken them to the edge of the territory, then killed their mother when she had tried to protect her kits. Dead, she became...Dreampelt, she had been called. Not that Wolfenpelt knew that, or cared about one's name.
And the kits. Two of them had frozen with fear, the two smallest. He attacked and brought both down. The other two, however, had dashed off. Wolfenpelt had started to chase the pair, but the rain had been falling viciously that night, and the mud was everywhere. It had been night when he attacked. Not even Wolfenpelt attacked during the day. [/size] |
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Post by Broken Whitepaw on May 8, 2007 13:20:40 GMT -5
Smoulderkit backed up uncertainlymtail thrashing."No.I-I`m telling my daddy!"He said,turning around and scampering away unhappily.What a great show of bravery!He thought lamely to himself,curling around his father`s legs again.Bloodclaw only glanced at him boredly,then to where Miraclepaw had disapeared to.He sighed gustily.This was taking a while.
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Post by Stormchaser on May 8, 2007 14:56:57 GMT -5
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Wolfenpelt scoffed as the kit scampered back to its father. Out of curiosity, Wolfenpelt padded silently to the edge of the shadows, noting the BloodClan cat which the kit hid underneath. The deputy.
That's his father?
The rogue warrior smiled to himself, turning back and padding into the shadows where he belonged. Where he would stay. RavenHeart could enter the light all he wanted, but Wolfenpelt knew better.
I should have killed that stupid kit while I had the chance.
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Post by Featherstar on May 8, 2007 15:26:22 GMT -5
Miraclepaw waited paitiently for a moment, than sighed and moved on. Perhaps Plaguestar was at the Fish Market, stealing from the Twolegs...
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Warsong eyed Wolfenpelt warily. So, this was the famous killer of BloodClan. She watched him try o lure the kit away passively. It seemed that two more kits had gone missing from the Clans, just to appear where they always do, right here. She clawed her way down the tree after watching the kit run away. "Killing that kit might not be to smart, at least not now. If my plan is to work, we'll need all the kits we can get." She grinned wickedly.
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Post by Stormchaser on May 10, 2007 5:58:56 GMT -5
*{| Wolfenpelt |}*
Large black-and-red bodice turned swiftly to meet the gaze of the she-cat before him. Wolfenpelt realized within a single sniff that this cat was a BloodClan cat. The rogue felt his lips writh up in a small snarl.
"Plan, eh? Well, I've done this for years. Take kits, Clan or other, and kill 'em. Their blood rests on my fangs."
Wolfenpelt glared at the she-cat, feeling the fur along his spine moving upwards. Why in hell's name was he being spoken to by this BloodClan cat? Wolfenpelt kept his blood-red eyes in a glare.
"Besides, I am not a BloodClan cat."
Wolfenpelt knew that well. His eyes closed, and he bent his head down as a smile found its way onto his face, and he chuckled a little. BloodClan was not Wolfenpelt's Clan. He was a rogue, through and through. If he decided to join BloodClan, then so be it.
But now, that was not, in his opinion, Wolfenpelt's best option. |
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Post by Featherstar on May 10, 2007 15:38:57 GMT -5
"Really?" Warsong's grin widened, and she began to study her claws with interest. "But you seem to be the type. You like to kill. And if my plan works, then there'll be a lot of that. But for my plan to work, we need warriors, and we can only get those if we take them from the Clans. Alive. Of course, there is the small matter of Plaguestar accepting it, and working out the kinks," she admitted. "but none of my plans have been rejected yet. I don't expect this one to. And, if you join BloodClan, you might not have much killing to do for a while, but after that, there'll be more for even a cat like you to handle. And if you go against us..." Warsong flexed her claws expirimently. "...you'll have me to face. And you wouldn't like me in a battle against you. Not that you'll survive to hate me, I can promise that. Or you could remain neutral. But know that any interference with BloodClan can and will be counted as a hostile act, and, well, you know what happens then."
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Post by Stormchaser on May 11, 2007 5:29:42 GMT -5
*{| Wolfenpelt |}*
Wolfenpelt smirked, thinking of what the plan the she-cat spoke of could possibly be.
"Plan, eh?"
Wolfenpelt paused, black and red fur blowing a little in a breeze that had started to slowly pick up.
"I'll think about your proposition."
Wolfenpelt surveyed the she-cat with mild curiosity. Obviously, she had some sort of plan that would, hopefully, do something beyond awesomeness to the Clans that resided in the forest. The forest that Wolfenpelt knew so well.
Wolfenpelt's crimson eyes darted briefly over to his brother, RavenHeart, standing there with Plaguestar's anger 'pon him like Wolfenpelt's fangs dropped on kits.
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Post by Featherstar on May 11, 2007 14:47:44 GMT -5
"You'd better think fast." Warsong purred. "I'll be watching you. Put one paw wrong..." she stood and glided backwards into the bushes, her striped coat blending in with the shadows perfectly. As soon as she was out of sight, though, she turned, a worried expression on her face. Her plan had way too many ifs and with lucks. Warsong's paws turned to the forest. Time to cause some havoc.
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Post by Whiteflash on Jun 4, 2007 11:13:11 GMT -5
((Sooo,do I just put Bloodclaw as Bloodstar now,or somthin`?))
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Post by Featherstar on Jun 5, 2007 9:35:21 GMT -5
((I guess so.))
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Post by Whiteflash on Jun 5, 2007 16:57:29 GMT -5
((Hoky))Bloodstar grunted,stroking Amberkit`s fur with his paws,careful to let his sharp claws only skim her fur."Miraclepaw!How old would you think they are?"His peircing gaze fell upon his apprentice,placing his paw on the ground.
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Post by Featherstar on Jun 6, 2007 14:38:07 GMT -5
Miraclepaw looked up, yellow eyes skimming over the kits. "Three moons, four tops," she said. "And I would be careful. That might scare her when she wakes up."
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Post by Whiteflash on Jun 8, 2007 15:26:52 GMT -5
Bloodstar smirked,letting his paw hit the ground."I shall think about apprenticing them soon,"His sharp eyes drifted over Miraclepaw,and his grin grew wider."As for now...I beleive you have earned yourself worthy,Miraclepaw.Are you ready to become a warrior?"He querried(sp?),and stood up,jumping onto the Newstand.
"Let all cat`s usefull to Bloodclan gather here,"
He yowled,flicking his ears boredly as Bloodclan gather beneath him.He swallowed and spoke again."Miraclepaw.You have proven yourself worthy of protecting your clan.Your new warrior name is now Miraclepool."He nodded,showing that was it.Jumping back down,he grinned."How was that,Miraclepool?"
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Post by Featherstar on Jun 8, 2007 19:23:35 GMT -5
Miraclepool blinked slowly, then nodded her satisfaction. "It is a fine name."
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Warsong heard the summons and arrived in time to hear Miraclepool's name given to her. "Congratulations, Miraclepool." she muttered, her voice flat. Then the striped warrior brushed past her to speak to Bloodstar. "Bloodstar, can I speak to you?" She left the reason out on purpose, but she couldn't help her eyes drifting to rest on the kits.
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Miraclepool's fur bristled as Warsong brushed past her as if she was still an apprentice. She forced her fur to lie flat and lifted an eyebrow at Bloodstar.
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