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Post by rayheart on Jun 19, 2006 10:26:55 GMT -5
It is a hope …
There. Near a tuft of long grasses. An older, grey-and-white feline stretched out, bathing in the light of the sun. It appeared like the sun had hopped down from the sky and tiptoed around, leaving its bright paw prints on everything. It soothed the cat, extending tendrils of warmth past her fur and skin to touch her very core. It made her old bones happy to finally be with nature, alone.
That one could never grasp…
Her ear flicked to upset a fly that landed there, and her eye drowsily opened from the disturbance. Eye. One. It shimmered a pale yellowed-green, large pupil adjusting to the radiance around her. But her other eye. It remained clamped shut, like a vault that could never to be opened. Behind it rested a secret for her to know and only her. It was her weakness, her fault. She hated it more than TwoLegs. Something had taken over her eye, transforming it to a useless mess. It was the reason for her name… Ghosteye.
Unless…
After getting that name, Ghost had hated her mother for calling her that. Even after escaping from Clan life, Mother Dearest had dubbed her as a Clan Cat. There was no point to it besides holding up Clan tradition. Hey Ma, you can’t hold up a tradition you ran away from! Yet here Ghost was. In the absolute middle of the Clans. Well, it wasn’t like she was going to join one. Nay, she despised the Clans because of her Mother.
You know how…
Still, it was because of her mother that she became a Rogue. Ghost had to give her that much. Rogue life was and still is the best life for her. Being around others constantly would she her on edge. Not that she’d even consider being around others at all. Plus, others were cruel. Ghost knew good and well of the emotional scars words could inflict. And all because of her eye. Her god-forsaken eye! Others had always found it funny, and creepy, and ugly. Little do you know, she had laughed at them. Little do you know.
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jun 25, 2006 13:49:50 GMT -5
The long reeds and grasses quivered as another cat watched the idling female. His deep eyes narrowed slightly. So she was in the No-Side territory; she hadn't intruded on BoneClan territory, nor wandered into the worthless RisingClan side.
He watched the other with a tilt of his head, noticing her age. Would an older cat even be any use to BoneClan? As long as she could fight well, Sharpfang would have no problem trying to cajole her into their side of the territory. His ragged ears flexed back along his broad head as he shouldered through the long grasses, coming up beside the other lounging on the rock. How easily he could've pounced her. Yet, he noticed her open, weary eye, and wondered if she would have retaliated.
"So, another cat has wandered between the teeth and claws," He spoke roughly with the metaphor, his brush tail slowly flicking behind him. It hadn't been long since RisingClan and BoneClan had risen up, but he had heard that Bane had gotten a member or two. As long as the black cat didn't ditch Sharpfang for the Clan kitties, the mottled brown tom was satisfied.
"Enjoying your sun? Well enjoy it as much as you can; it doesn't seem to shine much in these parts."
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Post by rayheart on Jun 30, 2006 8:57:45 GMT -5
Ghost's ear had flicked back just in time to hear another coming through the grasses, speaking in a gravelly tone. She swivelled around, looking square into the other's eyes with her one eye. Ghosteye's gaze was hard from her years, if not from her mistrust of anyone other than herself. An amused smirk crossed her maw, spreading her whiskers about her face like a fan. With a light tone, Ghost replied.
"Is that so?" She spoke in a strange accent. "Well, let me guess. Thou art looking for me to join thy clan? Do not deny it; Why else ehould thou bother with me?"
The older cat felt as if she had this one figured all out. But then a thought occured to her and she began to mumble to herself.
"But something must be wrong with thee. Me? Of all the other cats that would better suit thy expectations? Why am I so enticing? I look like I could barely hobble from one place to another, but still thou comes to me. Maybe thou thinks I am better than that. Maybe thou does not underestimate me for mine age..."
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jul 2, 2006 1:55:51 GMT -5
The large tom squinted his eyes slightly as the che-cat raised her head. His lip curled slightly as she spoke to him, and he ran his rough tongue over his whiskers in thought. She was definately right, such an old cat would be no use to BoneClan. And he felt enough like a kittypet if he had to bring this bag of fur back to Bane as his wonderful 'catch'. He snorted slightly; if this other cat wasn't going to cooperate, then it wasn't his loss. It would be interesting to see her try to survive while living between the feuding rogue Clans. Then again, Kestrel would find her and try to bring her into RisingClan. He laughed at the thought, then watched her again. Her eyes were mysterious, and gave Sharpfang an odd feel.
He sat on his haunches and licked at his one claw that was permanantly unsheathed.
"Alright then, elder. If you can keep pace with me to BoneClan, then I will bring you to the current leader, Bane, and see what he would like to do with you. I don't want to bring back a dud. Can you fight, old cat? And how quick are your reflexes?"
At that he leapt up on the rock beside her, his golden eyes gleaming down at her miscolored ones, before twisting and landing back on the ground, his brush tail flicking.
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Post by starcrossed on Jul 4, 2006 14:23:12 GMT -5
Jet's swift silver ears flicked, and his lavender eyes clouded. The quick tabby tom leapt from his hiding place in the bush, standing bravely between Ghosteye and Sharpfang.
"So, we meet again!" He sneered to the massive golden-eyed tom, and he grinned and hissed, "BoneClan scum! What do you want with this old bag of bones and fur? Can she really be of use to you're murderous Clan?" Jet scoffed, switching his gaze from Sharpfang to Ghosteye.
"..Heh, I wouldn't go, if I were you, old one," Jet meowed darkly, his eyes shadowing. "BoneClan are just killers. If they thought you were worthless, Bane'd let his cannibal pet Heartless eat you, after he let his lackey Sharpy here tear the fur from your old pelt." His ears flicked lazily.
"Now," he went on, eyes glinting, "If you came to RisingClan, we'd accept you for who you were. If you were too old or tired to hunt, we'd let you retire and we'd care for you. We ain't the kinda' cats they are. Assasinations and rapes happen every day there. Bane seems to have something against MistClan, so if you come from them, I'd suggest you avoid heading towards BoneClan territory. Again... consider RisingClan.." He nodded, then, hoping Sharpfang wasn't about to pounce him, Jet turned back to the massive striped cat.
"Dare attack me?" The small silver cat hissed, crouching so low his belly fur was squashed against the ground, and his lavender eyes glinted in rage and slight excitement, a lust for battle.
ooc || Long post for me... heh, I haven't RPed Jet in awhile, poor little fella.. -pets de Jet, only to be bitten-
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jul 7, 2006 11:54:54 GMT -5
The large tom blinked slowly as Jet came up, as if he figured something like this would happen. He rolled his golden eyes in impatience, sitting on his haunches and licking at his shoulder in a mockingly bored manner.
"Why hello there, my kitty. Are you having a good time with your new Clan? Oh, wait, how can that be when there's no other members?"
He sneered and laughed a sort of wheezing mrow. Turning his headback to the elder, wishing he had better things to do than sit here and argue with a petty cat such as Jet.
"Believe what he says, if you like. At least you could have a chance with us. But, if you'd rather go to RisingClan, you're our enemy. And when we take over, we'll just have to kill you anyway."
He grinned, then feigned mock surprise and draw his paw up to his mouth in a sort of horrified expression.
"Oops, did I say that out loud? I mean, we'll never take over RisingClan! We had such a special agreement, how could we ever break it!"
Sharpfang put the back of his paw to his forehead like he was about to faint, then laughed again, his long pelt bristling slightly as he coughed, and turned back to Jet.
"I will not have fruitless bickers with you, kittypet. You won't gain any members for RisingClan if you keep stomping around trying to get your way like a blundering kit. As for you," he turned back to the odd-eyed she-cat again, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. "Perhaps you should go with Kitty here, they desperately need some strong, young members."
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Post by starcrossed on Jul 7, 2006 19:09:51 GMT -5
Jet's eyes flashed angrily. "Kitty? Is that your pathetic name for me? Kitty? Kittypet?" He challenged Sharpfang, silver tabby fur bristling. "I'm not afraid of you, gottit? And Bane's words, nor yours, is gonna' change my ways! You think you're tough? You think you're deadly? Than challenge me! You cowardly assasins are just hiding behind some mask of 'I don't care about the world, lemme alone', but the bravest cats are the ones with emotion!"
Jet's tail tip twitched in anger and slight fascination to see Sharpfang's reaction. "So? You still think yer tough enough, brave enough to fight me? Okay, sure, I ain't so big, but quality surpasses quanity." His ears flicked angrily as he went on, not daring to stop and let this brute get a word in,
"If Ghosteye joins your Clan--fine! But I don't think it really matters anymore who has more numbers--if RisingClan can't survive, then we'll leave our wishes to the four Clans, and, surely, they'll wipe you out with one stroke of their claws! Lives lost are lives gained; StarClan may just be a legend, but if it keeps them believing and believing that you'll die under their might, then fine!" He panted, wondering if Sharpfang would react to his outburst.
ooc || Wow.. -nods- Good three paragraphs.. xD
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Post by rayheart on Jul 8, 2006 20:57:58 GMT -5
The 'elder' as she had been so called, watched both cats with interest gleaming in her one, yellow-green eye. Her other eye remained closed, as she intended it to be. Her scruffy, grey and white pelt swayed in the breeze she made as she leapt between the two cats. Amazingly, she was somewhat swift and landed with a sureness that strangely did not become her age. Her head was held up high, looking Jet straight in the eyes. A descision had already been made. She knew who she would go with.
"Save thine bickering lest thou wants mine own self to shut the both of thee up." Ghost said with an odd amount of authority. "I already know who I shall throw mine loyalty to."
With a flick of her slightly busy tail, Ghost turned her back on Jet, taking her sweet time to go and stand beside Sharpfang. Looking down her nose at the lavender-eyed cat, a sickly sweet smile creased her face, showing off her pearly whites.
"Why, I think thou is outnumbered, dearest." She cackled.
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jul 15, 2006 15:41:07 GMT -5
The long haired, ragged tom looked nonplussed as Jet tried to rile up his nerves. His brush tail barely twitched as he noticed the other 'stranger' cat watching Jet bicker and try to get even like an immature kit.
He snorted softly and began to turn around to go back to the BoneClan territory, letting the little kitty have the sun bathing elder if that's what he truly desired. He then stiffened and turned around just to see the older cat land between them, his eyes widening at the form and swiftness that he had clearly missed when she was laying down.
He dipped his head as she spoke and walked over to him, hiding his small smirk as he also looked at Jet. The BoneClan tom looked at the large she-cat and dipped his head again. Sharpfang never really apologized, but he eyed her with a bit more respect, and curiosity to see what other surprises lay behind the mask.
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Post by rayheart on Jul 22, 2006 9:51:28 GMT -5
Ghosteye did not wish to wait for the purple-eyed one and his infantile remarks. With her one, yellow-green eye focused sharply on Sharpfang, she cocked her head slightly.
"Shall we?" She asked impassionately, her tone dark and husky.
(Sorry guys! This is a crappy post. I don't have much time nowadays. Band Camp is a huge time-sucker, y'know?)
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Post by starcrossed on Aug 6, 2006 15:57:29 GMT -5
Jet stiffened, feeling his black and silver coat bristle with fury. His tail lashed, as he threw a hard, amethyst glare at Sharpfang and Ghosteye, then he let a smirk draw itself up, to tell them he wasn't afraid of either of them.
Hah. You think I'm scared o' ya'? He spat coolly, although his eyes burned with flame, ice, lightning, gales, earthquakes, shadows and stormclouds. He was wild for this battle, for the spilling of blood, but he realized he wouldn't be much use for Kestrel dead. Spitting, he remarked, And I realize I don't look scary to you. But...
Turning, he noted worriedly how BoneClan was growing, while RisingClan wasn't doing as well. Snarling, he turned back to the BoneClan warrior.
Show me your claws. Show me your strength. But hide your courage, because if you showed it to me, I'd laugh in your hideously disfigured face... He raised his right eyebrow and grinned, then turned to his side, daring one of the older cats to attack him. |
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Aug 18, 2006 11:56:09 GMT -5
The long haired tom just laughed a bit wheezingly, his torn ears flicking as his golden gaze swept over the RisingClan cat, before turning towards Ghost and dipping his head to the side, smirking softly at Jet's words and misgivings. It was starting to get annoying, like a fly buzzing in his ear. He rolled up his eyes in exasperation and began turning and walking back towards the BoneClan border with Ghost, not even turning his head to acknowledge the other whiney cat.
"We'll see who has the strength and... 'courage' in sometime, when BoneClan defeats RisingClan and takes Rogue Meadow for their own. Of course, I won't tell you when that will be, but I'll have you wait, fearing that every day an ambush may be waiting in a brush where you think you saw a rabbit, or above the hill where you might have heard a cat. BoneClan is too strong to be ruling over half of a territory."
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Post by jet on Aug 20, 2006 10:20:39 GMT -5
Jet snorted, tail tip flicking dismissively. "Fine," he mewed, ears twitching. "Surprised someone had the courage to stand up to you, the clan-born little rat who betrayed his breeders to live a life of solitude, forget all memories, which are precious as rare gems?"
He blinked, then turned, becoming a swift silver streak on the wind. "Kestrel needs me at home; see ya!"
To: Somewhere in Risingclan, I guess...
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