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Post by .::Umberwings on Jun 18, 2006 21:02:18 GMT -5
/As Heartless/
Sound? What was that sound? Movement. Rain.
Pale blue hues opened as the lean sand-colored she-cat heard the sound repeat itself. A torrent of water cascaded down from the sky, one of those sudden showers that erupted and then just as quickly vanished.
She was wet, but she didn't care. She had been rained upon many times in her life. The she-cat stood up, shaking the water off her pelt.
The sound. That sound. The one which had drawn her from her memories. What sound?
Movement. Scent. Someone was coming. Another cat.
The sand colored she-cat swiveled her darker brown ears forward, listening intently. She was aware of the insistant grumbling in her stomach - if this stranger was weaker than she; she wouldn't go hungry tonight. She would feast on the cat's flesh, lap their blood.
Like Demonkit's.
No, no memory. Not Demonkit, not her son - she didn't want to remember.
The she-cat settled back on her haunches, and awaited the other cat's arrival in silence.
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Post by Bane on Jun 19, 2006 1:53:56 GMT -5
I break hearts like the west was won
A lithe black sheep swept through the grass like a snake, nothing showing where he was or where he might be. Not a single blade of overgrown grass moved. No, cause to give away your position was the first mistake. The second was when you're dead. The rain thrashed down like a million bullets, hoping to break open the bodies of those below, and see their guts in a river of blood. Bane's stomach growled, yearning for the taste of flesh and blood once more. His single emerald eye slitted as it fell upon the figure of a sandy she-cat, drenched from head to toe. She seemed to be waiting for something, or was it someone. The tom's brow creased - what kinda moron sits and waits in the middle of a meadow like this?
We won't back down to a fight
Bane wore the shadows around him like a robe - they framed his lean yet muscular body with ease. Despite the rain that made his fur fall flat, his size still appeared large according to some. His single emerald orb stared emotionlessly at the she-cat, whereas his sliced blind eye shone almost pure white. Daunting. If there was such thing as StarClan, they seemed to send out negative vibes - the rain fell down harder, like an avalanche. A moment, then a smile crawled onto Bane's features.
"Waiting for someone, kitty?"
Ninety paces west... at noon we draw to death [/size]
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Post by Sabrestar on Jun 19, 2006 11:24:16 GMT -5
Perhaps it was just an act of fate, perhaps it was Starclan that told Sabrestar to do so, or perhaps the Duskclan Leader was just on a day that she felt like patrolling the southern border of her Clan. Either way, it led her to the boundary of Boneclan - lead by, none other than -- Bane? Her faithful, to-be-Deputy. How could it be? Sabrestar didn't know of this "Boneclan", of course - but she had been curious as to why Bane hadn't been at Camp for long periods of time. Hunting? Too long. Patrolling? She hadn't scented him as she walked here - until now. Thunder rumbled faintly in the near off distance, but the clouds were already beginning to break apart from their sudden shower. Sabrestar's beautiful coat was sodden, muscles showing very clearly underneath the plastered fur, carved sinew writhing and twisting like eels. The sharpened muzzle of Duskclan's Mistress bent down, taking in the numerous scents crossing over from Duskclan's Boundary, and the Rogue Boundary. Amongst those scents, there was Bane's. She lifted her head, tail swaying curiously. Ice-blue eyes flashed coldly, a half-smirk wavering about her black lips. She raised her head higher. A female, sitting.. thinking. That's normal. Probably just anther rogue- Bane? His voice was unmistakable, mocking, seething and disdainful in a sense. One eye; green, the other eye, white. Yep, it was Bane. His scent was being muted by the falling rain, but it was him. A soft snarl began curling at Sabrestar's lip.
Sitting down, the Duskclan Leader sat on the border, wrapping her tail around reclined haunches, neatly licking her right paw and drawing it over her right ear.
"What are you doing here, Bane?"
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Post by Bane on Jun 19, 2006 11:57:08 GMT -5
It was almost to be expected that Bane would be found out at some time. He'd just hoped he would be the one to tell Sabrestar, instead of her finding him in the process. But he could still work with this - atleast, he hoped he could. He didn't want to kill Sabre, but if it came to that he would. She was, afterall, just another clan cat, following the laws of the stars; tales for kits. She was what Bane had been brought up to detest and to kill. A smile curled the corners of the tom's rims, and it seemed genuine. But at a closer look, traces of spite could be found.
"Damn. Caught in the act, am I?"
He feigned caring, before letting out a small snort and his smile was carried off by the rain that fell. A flash of lightning lit up the tom's eyes and framed his body. The black cat; a sign of evil. Witches tales, but was it to be confirmed sooner or later? Bane stood, his rough tongue sweeped over his jowls and he began to walk slowly over to DuskClan's leader. His muscles rippled underneath his sodden dark fur, before he stopped a few paces infront of Sabrestar. He watched her for a moment, and this time no smile returned.
"Dear Sabrestar, welcome to my territory. Where I was born, raised, where I gained these scars, this blinded eye. Where I trained and learnt how to kill. It's pretty, isn't it?"
He said, taking a moment to look around himself. Doused in rain, this meadow still looked like heaven to the malicious tom. He let out a crude laugh, and returned his attention back to Sabrestar. She was so pretty, smart, cunning and stealthy. It was almost a shame she was pretty much led by StarClan. Unless... would she turn her back on forest life, and join Bane in his quest? It would serve her so much good, she'd become better, stronger, wiser. But she'd decided to follow the laws of StarClan. Shame.
"StarClan doesn't inhabit this area. We don't need nine lives to call ourselves 'leaders'. Welcome to my home. Care to join me? Two clans reside in this meadow - RisingClan, a clan of loners led by a she-cat named Kestrel. And then BoneClan - my clan, a clan of ruthless rogues. But our numbers are small. Care to join me, dear Sabrestar? Step down from being under the rule of some spirits that kits are told of to make them get to sleep. It will do you good."[/size]
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Post by .::Umberwings on Jun 19, 2006 15:57:15 GMT -5
Heartless watched the altercation between the two cats. StarCan? What in the nameless hell was that?
The Rogue female didn't really give a crap - stories and that were only for muddling the heads of kits, making them soft. She believed in the reality shown to her; blood, hate, rage. Hunger and power.
Those things she knew. Those things she understood.
Neither of these two cats; the black tom or the other she-cat, appeared weak. Not prey. The Rogue female was disinterested in their banter back and forth - none of it meant anything to her.
While the two bickered, Heartless turned her back on them, stalking towards another sound. Sound? Yes sound! A weakened 'Mew' from another rogue close by.
The young tom was severely wounded, having been struck by a two-legger's monster. The Rogue she-cat circled the other cat a few times; there was no way he would survive from those injuries. She sat, tail twitching as she contemplated how hungry she was. Well, a free meal she would never pass - you never knew when the next one would drop by.
She lunged, teeth burying into the wounded cat's neck. His shriek of agony split the air, and as she pulled away, her maw stained with blood, it became a bubbling wheeze. Her pure blue gaze watched coldly as his life essence spilt onto the earth below them.
He wasn't quite dead yet when she started to feed.
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Post by Sabrestar on Jun 20, 2006 8:53:30 GMT -5
"Starclan does well to grant me the nine lives that claim me as leader. Do you think Starclan is only a mere story when it has the power to allocate immortality for nine deaths? Starclan sends us warnings for danger in which I heed because I am not a hot-headed, stubborn leader. So perhaps Starclan is just a Clan made up of transparent ghosts; they have benefits."
The pretty little Clan Leader tilted her muzzle in her quizzical way, ears laying back in false hurt.
"And to think I trusted you, Bane? To think that you were going to be the Deputy of the strongest Clan this Forest inhabits? You turn your tail on me and form your own Clan behind my own back with a bunch of Loners? I am hurt."
She feigned wiping a tear away with a paw, her eyes glinting with flint and cold steel. Sabrestar felt her tail bristle slightly at the kit's strange behavior but ignored the blood-thirsty ritual, taking silent notice to mind about it's cannibilistic habit. Strange. Even a bit disgusting. Her mind returned to Bane, long whiskers silver within the waning gibbous moon, her smirk fading away. The Duskclan Leader's former act dissapeared to a dangerous edge, emotionless now, face and body movement completely still.
"You do know that if you ever set paw into Duskclan territory again, you will be killed, yes? And by me. Personally."
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Post by Bane on Jun 20, 2006 10:25:23 GMT -5
The large tom didn't even feign hurt, just stared almost in an amused fashion at the DuskClan leader. Heh, Bane almost laughed but managed to lower it to an almost silent snort. He blinked, before his ears flicked back to where he heard a screech, and then the scent of cat blood made his nostrils flare and he almost began to drool. The rogue he had seen... a cannibal? The malicious brute grinned on the inside. A definite candidate for BoneClan, and was her being here a bonus for Bane?
"Lay one claw on me, and you'll no longer have a heart to store your precious nine lives in. But then again, why should I let you live to run back to your precious forest and tell the others of my clan? They will see us as a threat, and attack. How about a deal? Promise not to tell any others of the clans in Rogue Meadow, and I will leave DuskClan out of any attacks. We could even form an alliance."
He suggested, noting how the rain now seemed to be slowing down. His tail twitched, and he kept his gaze fixed on the smaller black figure of his former leader. He paused for a moment, letting her contemplate but not giving her enough time to answer yet. He hadn't given her an alternative, afterall.
"If not, me and this dear she-cat over there might just have to kill you - nine times if that's what it takes. Like dessert."
The tom mused, giving a malicious grin. He hoped the she-cat was listening to this, and that maybe her appetite wasn't yet fulfilled. He had thought better of Sabrestar to believe in StarClan, to believe that when you die, you live on as a star. Fools. When you're dead, that's it. The she-cat had made herself weak by following what a bunch of stars told her to believe. Bane didn't want to kill her, as she had potential - and was certainly rather pretty - but if that's what it would take, then so be it.[/size]
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Post by .::Umberwings on Jun 20, 2006 10:39:09 GMT -5
Heartless lifted her head, blood dripping from her maw. She had only been partly listening to their conversation – words often meant little to her. But she had heard herself mentioned, and that perturbed her…why would this male bring her into their conversation. She raised herself to her full height; ears pricked forward, muscles pulsing under that sand-colored pelt.
Sound? No sound? Hunger?
He mentioned killing, and that was what sparked her interest the most. There was no fear as she stalked her way over towards the two dark cats, pale eyes on the tom first and foremost.
Fighting, killing, hunger. Those were thing she knew well. Although…the nonsense of StarClan and ‘Clans’ in general was more irritating than one would expect. Foolish beliefs not fit for a true feline.
Fresh blood was always best. If the tom decided to kill the black she-cat, Heartless would help in exchange for the body.
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Post by Sabrestar on Jun 20, 2006 12:11:50 GMT -5
"Promises are made to be broken, Bane, just as you broke ours."
Sabrestar smiled thinly, tail curling as she sat without even a glance at the kit.
"You, attack Duskclan? If my ears do no decieve me, just a few moments ago you told me that your numbers are small. Would you think it wise to attack a full fledged Clan when you have such few members? Moniter what you say, I tend to have the ability to poke holes through one's words."
Sabrestar widened her smile just slightly, eyes glittering dangerously - mischeviously? A side of Sabrestar that is not often shown, that's for sure.
"But like I said, I am not a stubborn, hot-headed leader. I know what is good for my Clan; and that, would be an alliance."
Sabre definitely did not want Bane to be her enemy. Or that cannibal. o__o
"But I do not trust you, Bane - Leader of Boneclan. Would you submit to your hungry ambitions and try to take over my Clan, as well as yours?"
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Post by Bane on Jun 20, 2006 13:12:30 GMT -5
Bane's gaze remained on Sabrestar, even when the cannibal came and joined them. He frowned lightly as something was mentioned of a promise he made to her - the tom may not be the wisest spark in the whole forest, but he wasn't losing it. He didn't once remember anything about a promise.
"What promise is this? I don't remember any talk of promises to you."
He snorted quietly, his tail twitching and feeling the need to groom his coat as the rain settled down even more.
"And I never said anything about attacking your Clan as of yet. Sure, our numbers are small now, but there is time yet. Besides, it's quality, not quantity, right?"
A grin curled the corners of his rims. As Sabrestar questioned his ambitions, he almost laughed. She really didn't trust easily, did she? But fair on her, atleast she wasn't stupid.
"Why would I try to lead a forest clan? DuskClan is safe. But if you or one of your clan members decides to piss me off, don't expect me to let them get away with it."[/size]
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Post by Sabrestar on Jun 20, 2006 14:22:59 GMT -5
"It was a silent promise."
Sabrestar explained quietly, lip curling just slightly, droplets of rain rolling down her long, thin whiskers.
"It was the silent promise you made when you joined my Clan. It was a promise of obeying under my leadership, of protecting my land, of hunting and proving my Clan with food and protection - and not betraying me. But I suppose you overlooked that."
Her black lips curled into a half-sneer, long ears flicking away the continually falling raindrops, unceasingly hammering down. Thunder rumbled; and what was supposed to be a mid-summer flash rain, became a thunderstorm. High above, lightening flashed cold fire, snarling down back at earth, clouds rolling like unrested beings trying to escape the turmoil.
"And Bane, I don't think you understood what I said. I meant, take my Warriors, have them betray me - however you are going to do it with that cunning mind of yours - and then lead them as your own Clan - doesn't have to be as a Forest Clan, but a massive Clan far stronger than the Forest's. But surely you are wiser than that, Bane, to try and steal what I have worked so long and hard for? I think you have learned now that I have a dangerous temper, when snapped."
The Duskclan Leader's smirk twisted into an amused simper.
"The same deal works with me as well. If any Boneclan Warriors even dare to do anything to my Warriors or I, they will recieve a ripped throat and punctured jugular. Agreed? Duskclan and Boneclan lives in armistice until further notice. Your Clan interlaces with mine; not as one, but side by side. "
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Post by harrow on Jun 20, 2006 18:36:07 GMT -5
(Ooc: Shoo me if I'm not wanted XP)
The clicking of a metal tag gave away the ragged feline that had just entered the area. Two bright orange eyes pasted over the three cats before Harrow slowed to a walk as the rabbit the hung from his mouth dragged across the wet ground. The sound was silenced as this cat had learned how to move without a noise. The tom knelt down and placed the rabbit on the ground and looked back up with whiskers twitching.
Dropping his jaw down a bit, Harrow breathed in the scents. He smelt cat blood. Interesting. Bringing his whole body onto the ground, Harrow grinned, "Dinner and a show." He said to himself in amusment, before lowering his head and tearing a chunk of the rodent off and chewing in silence.
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Post by .::Umberwings on Jun 20, 2006 22:27:49 GMT -5
[Urm, Heartless isn't a kit, Sabrestar. She's a full grown she-cat.]
Bane and Sabrestar's exchange bored Heartless; there was no longer any hint that she would have another kill to stash away for dinner. She grumbled softly under her breath, when the sudden scent of a newcomer assaulted her nose.
A dangerous rumbled started low in her chest, and she whirled her body to stare with slitted blue hues at the young tom eating and watching them. Oh, he better not think he wasn’t noticed. Hissing angrily, the cannibalistic she-cat stalked towards him, long tail raised high above her.
Dinner? More blood? The scent of blood was strong from his kill. But that didn’t interest her, and she was now looking at him the way a hunting feline would normally look at prey. It was the blood flowing through his veins, like rippling liquid fire. That was what interested her. That’s what she always hungered deeply for.
Ears flatten as tightly as they could; she turned those blue hues on Bane and wondered. He said about ‘BoneClan’ and ‘More members’. Did that mean anything?
Instead of attacking the tom like she normally would, Heartless twitched one ear in consideration. The rumbled died down, and the cannibal looked thoughtful.
“Come.”
It would be the first time any of the gathered felines would’ve heard her speak, although it was something she didn’t do too often anymore. Her voice was mysterious, deep and husky, with an unusual foreign accent.
“Come.”
She turned her back on the tom and padded back to Bane’s side. BoneClan? She longed to learn more - would they accept her violent and bloody hungering ways?
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Post by harrow on Jun 21, 2006 0:09:45 GMT -5
Harrow looked up from his meal and saw the sand colored she-cat looking at him, well, staring. He gave one of his ears a small flick at her, kinda like a wave. Then he noticed the blood. Cat blood. This cat was a cannibal!? His tail tip twitched as alarm shot through him. Overall, Harrow looked rather calm if you didn't count his tail, but inside he was fighting a battle with the need to run away.
When the she-cat got up and begain to move towards him like a feline stalking prey, he almost did get up and run, but instead just flattened his ears down againest his skull. Harrow didn't exactly favor the thought of being eatten.
When Harrow heard her speak, confusion rushed through him like wildfire. He wasn't going to be eatten now? Flicking his ears foreward, Harrow watched the female carefully. He figured this she-cat was talking to him, and reluctenly, he rose and picked up his rabbit, and carefully begain to move forward, not really knowing what to expect. Bright orange eyes narrowed and the dog tooth imbeded name tag that hung on his collar made no noise.
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Post by .::Umberwings on Jun 21, 2006 0:16:38 GMT -5
Luring the tom over towards Sabrestar and Bane, Heartless once again sat down – close to Bane but not beside him. Her mesmerizing voice rang out again, saying one word.
“Recruit.”
Her dark brown ears, such a contrast to that sandy pelt, twitched and half-flattened. Respect? As much respect as Heartless could have towards ANY cat – more were only seen as dinner to her.
[Short, but we need Bane. And Sabrestar, of course. ^^]
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Post by harrow on Jun 21, 2006 1:16:46 GMT -5
((Ooc: Yesh, I shall wait until one of them replies before posting mine X3))
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Post by Bane on Jun 21, 2006 1:56:52 GMT -5
"If your members decide for themselves that they want to join my clan, then there is nothing you or I can do."
He stated simply, beginning to get bored of this conversation. He had been lusting after a battle to the death, but Sabrestar seemed more interested in verbal battle. She was a good speaker, but Bane hadn't yet seen her skills in a battle. Was she all speak and no do?
There was a pause, before a short nod in reply to her deal.
"Then it is agreed. So why don't you run off our territory, before I decide you've outstayed your welcome?"
A twitch of a tail, and then an amused grin. If they were gonna stick to this deal, it was better off that they started it right away. He wouldn't attack though, unless seriously provoked. He gave a rough snort, before standing and shaking his pelt in a dog-like fashion to rid it of the rain droplets that still clung onto his shadowed fur. He turned his back on the she-cat, turning his attention to the cannibal and... what was this?
A new rogue had joined them it seemed, and one that wore a collar around his neck like he was the playtoy of a twoleg. Bane frowned lightly at him, his single eye slitted till the pupil was almost gone. The cannibal said recruit in an odd voice, foreign it seemed. He gave a small smile, before deciding to deal with possible new members.
"I'm sorry, I don't accept kittypet scum into my clan."
He spat the words out like they were venom, before turning to the cannibal.
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(sorry tis crap. I might edit after school -toodles off-)
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Post by .::Umberwings on Jun 21, 2006 2:14:33 GMT -5
At first Heartless had thought the black tom was referring to her as a Kittypet, but when he turned to look at her, the rage that had begun to cause her sandy fur to prickle vanished. Oh. He was talking to the other tom - the possible dinner but not yet dinner.
Name? No name? She had a name, didn’t she?
Once.
“Heartless.”
The name was well-suited for a feline such as herself, and the she-cat gave Bane a level look. Those blue hues were eerie in the lightning flashes; flickering with unnatural fury.
While she may be just a little bit unstable, she was not stupid. She knew if she fought this tom she would likely lose her life. Weighing her hunger against her common sense, she opted to just remain where she was seated.
“BoneClan?”
Now she was interested in something other than food - she was intrigued by the sound of BoneClan and still desired to learn more.
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Post by Sabrestar on Jun 21, 2006 8:39:17 GMT -5
ooc| -blink- Really? XD I'm getting confused with Umberkit and Heartless. -shotdown-
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"And if any Boneclan Warriors decide to join Duskclan, then so be it."
She smiled, even when Bane turned his back on her.
"I am on my territory, not yours. Shouldn't the leader of Boneclan know his own Boundaries? Rather idioctic that he does not, no?"
Sabrestar was pressing further into the conversation now, even more than she should be. She wanted to test Bane's limits - which probably wasn't too patient. Bane was smart, he was clever, he contradicts words - Sabre wants to see just what he is really made of. Without bloodshed, of course. Well..
The lithe she-cat touched the inivisible scent border between Boneclan and Duskclan. The Leader, clearly, was on the other side of the line. Her eyes glittered. Tilting her head to one side, she sat silently and observed, pointedly ignoring Bane and watching the group intently. She twitched her ears towards Harrow; amused at Bane's curt and spitting comment towards the kittypet. The Duskclan's Leader felt her smile twist into a semi-smirk, the rain beginning to finally fade into tiny droplets. Light was returning to the skies, silhoutting her small, slender figure, sitting and watching the discussing felines. She ignored the wetness of her pelt. In fact, it felt quite nice, with this humid and breath-taking heat, crawling like worms across the wheat plains. Returning her attention to Harrow, she merely said thus:
"Do you back down from a challenge?"
Sure, this male was a kittypet; but all cats retain their pride.
Right?
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Post by Bane on Jun 21, 2006 10:23:37 GMT -5
(I thought the area between the Rogue Meadow and DuskClan was just empty land belonging to nobody? could be wrong though x3)
A twitch of the tail in silent frustration. He felt like turning and ripping Sabre's head off for staying further, and even interrupting his cnoversation with the two rogues. He gave an irritated snort to let her know of his frustration, but he wouldn't break just yet - he was made of harder stuff. He tried to ignore her at first.
"BoneClan is my clan. We're a clan of formidable rogues. I can offer you many more dinners like the one you just had, Heartless."
He commented, casting a glance over the limp body of the weak tom she had ripped apart like it were a mouse. Then Sabrestar spoke again, this time to the kittypet. She was seriously pushing it. Another irritated twitch of the tail. The tom didn't turn to look at Sabrestar, but raised his voice so she knew it was her he was speaking to. did she have some sort of death wish?
"It's rather idiotic of you that you don't know when you're not wanted, no?"
He mocked, his ears lowering in frustration. This time he turned so he was sideways, facing her with an emotionless gaze. In the light that now began to shine through, the scars that layered his body seemed to glow, especially the three that sliced his eye.
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