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Post by starcrossed on Jun 9, 2006 12:24:24 GMT -5
Moonlight cast shadows on the smooth terrain. Jet's pale eyes glimmered in the gathering darkness, his silver fur bristling. Pawsteps were heard lightly on the ground. His eyes narrowed, his ears pricked, Jet lashed his tail.
Company just wasn't his game...
*Any rogue can reply to this, I was just bored!* .[/center] |
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 9, 2006 14:38:53 GMT -5
A pair of mismatched eyes sparked in the shadows. One was sharp, bright yellow, the other, deep blue. They belonged to a she-cat who crouched, hidden in a patch of tall grass.
She watched the rogue, her tail tapping lightly on the ground. What was his name...? She frowned, thinking hard. She had heard the names of almost every cat in the Meadow, and unless this tom were new she was sure she'd know his.
Jet!
In a flash she remembered. She had never spoken to him before, but she had heard his name. She knew very little about him.
She bristled slightly. Making herself known could be dangerous, but the possibility of finding a new ally was too tempting to resist.
She stepped from the tall grass, her tail flicking, wary. The monlight on her gray-and-white fur made her seem strange, a ghost of a cat instead of a living, breathing cat...
With deceptive calm she sat, watching Jet. "Hello," she murmured, her soft voice carrying.
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 9, 2006 14:59:24 GMT -5
Jet rose his eyes to meet the sparkling, mismatched orbs of the newcomer. His hackles rose, but he didn't move an inch.
Hello, he murmured, raising his right eyebrow. I wonder what she wants... never seen her around before...all well, she'll be gone soon... |
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 9, 2006 15:06:48 GMT -5
Damn! Kestrel swore silently. She needed a little more to go on than 'hello.' Was this cat hostile? Would he attack her, was he a potential ally, or was he a lost cause?
In another attempt, she meowed, "I don't believe I've seen you before..."
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 9, 2006 15:09:55 GMT -5
Jet blinked, squinting. The she-cat seemed like mist, barely visible, yet, her voice was quite sharp, brisk, apparent. He shook his head. She's certainly nosy... no reason for me to cause trouble, though... Taking a deep breath, Jet growled, Well, I try not to be so visible to the chatterboxes around here.
Jet wasn't one for smalltalk--he suddenly growled, Okay, just spit it out, she-cat! What do you want? |
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 9, 2006 15:18:03 GMT -5
Kestrel surveyed Jet, her mismatched eyes flickering. Ah! I see. She lifted one paw an examined it methodically ((what an odd word O.o)), all the while thinking. Doesn't seem to enjoy company...very blunt... Her analysis complete, she stood.
In her own brisk manner, she replied, "I just wondered about your opinion on a certain issue, is all. I'm sure you've heard rumors of the Rogue Clan...and the cat who wishes to start it..." Her gaze was sharp, shrewd. She had two moded: a soft one, calm, quiet, warm-hearted, and a hard one: more sharp-tongued, more blunt, colder.
She had switched to mode #2 moments ago, for in the present situation it seemed right.
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 9, 2006 16:46:12 GMT -5
Jet ovserved Kestrel for a moment, his ears twitching. She must think I'm mad... join the rogue Clan? Jet took a deep breath before grumbling,
Oh, so you're Kestrel. You're actually wanting to make a Clan? From... us? He couldn't help but feel amazed. Clan furballs had to be loyal to their ancestors, and such. He hated the idea to be loyal to others he didn't even really know, but... maybe... So, are you going to mingle with the other Clans, interrupt their Gatherings, and such? |
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 9, 2006 17:01:24 GMT -5
Kestrel tilted her head back, thinking. "Maybe...maybe not. At the moment I think any developments of a Rogue Clan must be kept secret, because the Clans may see it as a threat...when, and if, the Clan grows strong, it can decide what to do. Making one is the first step." Her voice was ringing with conviction. She was so sure this was the right idea...
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 9, 2006 17:52:45 GMT -5
Jet blinked. Look, lady, the crude silver tom began, his lavender eyes lighting up, Your idea ain't a bad one--it may actually be of some use--but I don't think I'm the right cat for the job, y'know? I'm... He paused, struggling to think of a word.
Antisocial.
He then took another glance at Kestrel. She looked somewhat hopeful--Jet didn't care for other's feelings, but still... ...But if I get somethind--a high position, maybe--out of it, I'll join you. |
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jun 9, 2006 18:14:06 GMT -5
A different pair of eyes also gleamed in the darkness. The words of both rogues fell upon the nicked ears of another cat, who sat crouched in the darkness. He had been here for some time, and had listened intently to the conversation being held before him.
His face scrunched up slightly in distaste as the other cats began whispering about a "Rogue Clan". Sharpfang couldn't imagine what kind of bull this was. The whole reason he became a rogue was so he wouldn't deal with the scum of the Clans.
He had finally decided it was time to make himself known. His mottled brown fur didn't catch any gleam in the almost-full moon, but the light did reflect off the snaggle tooth that protruded under his lip.
"And are you planning to have any other cats in 'higher positions'?"
He rasped, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. he stepped off the small rock he was laying on, and walked almost jauntily to the other cats, his bulky form casting a slight shadow over the two from the bright moonlight.
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 9, 2006 20:52:36 GMT -5
Jet blinked in surprise at the newcomer. You... he snarled, turning from the mixed gaze of Kestrel to the fiery one of Sharpfang.
You think you can cheat me out of my own position! Well, we'll see about that! The hostile silver cat's lavender eyes flamed with anger.
Dammit! He cursed silently. Nothing will ever go my way this way! |
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 9, 2006 22:13:43 GMT -5
Kestrel had been about to reply to Jet when this new cat interrupted.
She turned her gaze on Sharpfang. "Some cats, yes," she said cooly. "Certain cats, ones I can trust." She sensed something in this newcomer she didn't like, but she needed more to go one than a feeling.
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jun 9, 2006 23:20:32 GMT -5
The large cat rolled his eyes at the other male, sneering at him as his lips drew back. He sat a few tail lengths away from the pair, already planning an escape route in his mind with his bright gold eyes. He was like that - he could never trust anyone anymore, because others could not trust him. It was mutual. He came to learn that everywhere he went could be a trap or a test, and he would need to get out of the situation. Apparently it had worked, for he had lived this long.
"Don't worry, kittypet," he spat at the male in a mocking manner. He didn't want to fight all that much, but he couldn't help but be rude. He just loved to watch others squirm. "I'm not going to take over anyones spot in this so-called Clan you are planning. I'm certaintly not planning to be a part of it either, unless you two can convince me that Rogue Meadow needs a heirarchy. I thought cats could come here freely as rogues, away from Clan life. What would be the point?"
He scowled and flicked his bush-tipped tail. He was grumpy and stubborn, and he knew it. He was just too lazy and content with himself to change. [/center] |
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Post by Bane on Jun 10, 2006 4:42:36 GMT -5
"Good luck with that, kitty."
Came a voice, cold and eery, and the owner of it appeared undetectable. It had a tone of mockery glinting within the words, proven by the cruel laugh that came afterwards. As if like another shadow, a large tom crept toward the group of rogues, his emerald eye glinting in the moonlight in a mysterious way. His scent was undetectable, his pelt recently groomed of any scent that might have caught to his fur on his journey. He didn't smell of rogue, nor clan. It was just Bane. Sitting a little distance off, his whole body caressed in the mystical shadows apart from his eyes, he spoke once more in the same cold manner.
"Good luck trying to convince these tough, solitary rogues - who no doubt have been living in this Meadow for most of their lives - that you are the one to lead them to success."
He smirked, his tail flicking in amusement. His pelt bristled momentarily as a cool breeze blew past, revealing his many scars in the dim light of the evening. He was silent for a moment longer, waiting for the breeze to pass.
"What they need is a cat with experience, strength, wits, but is still young and capable. And not a hot temper, like this young man here seems to convey. And preferably not a she-cat. No offense to you, my dear, but the tom's will suck up to you just because of your gender. Don't you want them to suck up to you because you are the strongest cat in Rogue Meadow, and have a better opening line than 'hello'?"
He tried to make this sound not like a threat, despite it being one. Rogue since birth, this had been Bane's home since he was a kit, abandoned by his parents then found by a random strangler. This is where he had been trained since he could walk how to fight, kill and put fear into your name so that cats would shiver when they heard it. He had joined a clan, yes, but hearing of the she-cat's idea had made him regret that choice. A Rogue Clan, not following the will of StarClan or Gatherings. But being in a clan could enhance Bane's options - gain the trust of the foolish cats who follow the way of StarClan, so they won't suspect you of any betrayal. Then snap, and attack until they have no brains left to prove they existed. At this idea, Bane carried on his speech.
"Rogue Clan does need a heirarchy. To the clan cats we look like fools, sitting in our Meadow doing nothing with our time. Don't you wish to put fear into their hearts at the sound of your names? Don't you long to serve a purpose in life? Well you can have a purpose. StarClan is for fools. It is a kittypets tale and a weakness to all those clan cats. The Rogue Clan won't follow their petty rules - and despite our no nine lives, we will make up for it with immense strength, stealth and wits. We will grow our claws to immense size, we will learn not to have friends or emotions - just more weaknesses that the clan cats have. Does that not appeal to you? A life where you are essentially leading the forest, due to the fear you put into the clan's minds?"
Bane made his speech as persuading as he could, speaking of his dreams since he was born. He had tried to go about it in complete the wrong way, but now he saw how he could achieve it. He gave a small grin, his whole body tingling at the thought.
"I can teach you all those skills, how to control your emotions so they don't get the better of you, and how to fight so you are guaranteed a win. This kitty has the right idea of a RogueClan. But if you want to lead such a clan... you'll have to fight me for it."
Bane's singled-eyed gaze stared cooly at the she-cat, almost in a daring way. He was sat, but his muscles were ready to move in any direction he might need to. Of course, he was unsure how the she-cat might react. He watched her eyes, his own giving nothing away. He looked as calm as a cat who was talking about what they'd caught for dinner last night. As if everything he had just said was just idle chit-chat.[/size]
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 10, 2006 9:09:14 GMT -5
Jet's fur bristled angrily, his tail lashed. This damned furball is really getting on my fuc--okay, well, let's not give him the satisfaction of seeing me blow up..
Jet had yet to learn to heed his own word--he exploded in fury, You?! He yowled, bristling and unsheathing his short, but sharp, claws.
And why should we follow you? Aren't you from inside a Clan yourself? And who the hell are you calling a damn kittypet?! I- Jet caught himself there. All of the anger this tom had built up inside of him while insulting Kestrel, Sharpfang and him, Jet, had burst out in a fiery breath of flame that didn't seem to scorch this cat.
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jun 10, 2006 21:12:06 GMT -5
Sharpfangs eyes flashed before he saw Bane slink out from the shadows. Right away a dark presence seemed to just fill Sharpfangs mind. He looked up quickly to the sky, and watched thin clouds pass over the moon. The damned Clan kittys would be having their meeting on the Great Hill. Not something he would really care about. he lowered his scarred head again, and twitched his torn ears as he listened to Bane, and scowled in his general direction when he spoke snidely to Sharpfang.
It wasn't until afterwards Sharpfang recognized Bane, or at least his attitude and name. He was well known, and for Sharpfang to have been living in the Rogue Meadow for some time, the black cats' name passed silently and swiftly among the lips of the other cats. Apparently he was back, but he smelt of Clan cats. Of course, living a double life. How very clever and snide of him. Smart idea. Maybe.
"You make a strong point, cat," he stood up and gave Bane a 'welcoming' nod. Not that the other cat seemed to care about welcomes.
"And if you think I would try to be leader of it, don't look at me. I said before, I'd rather not have something like this happen... but I just want to live, and if that means being part of a Rogue Clan, then hell, count me in too." He shrugged his furry shoulders nonchalantly, his gold eyes always seemed to be narrowed. He didn't want to be exiled, as Rogue Clan was the place exiled cats went. But this... this Bane cat was smart and quick. Sharpfang watched him for a flaw, and besides being a bit full of himself, the black cat was as smooth as the flowing stream. A lot could be learned from him, and it was possible that something like a Rogue Clan to overcome the Clan cat scum could happen if the stones were cast right.
But right now, he didn't mind watching a fight between bane and the other Rogue, if it was to happen. As long as it wasn't his own fur being pulled out.
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 11, 2006 0:12:05 GMT -5
Kestrel watched the toms calmly. Finally, she meowed, "Clancat, your words are strong, but I do not wish to lead a clan of heartless killers-- nor do I want to be in one. I will not fight you over this matter. If you wish, you can lead your own Rogueclan, and I can lead mine. If the forest can support four Clans, then this Meadow can surely support two. Rogues, loners, choice is in our natures. We choose our own paths. So they can choose my clan, yours if you so choose to make one, or continue the solitary life. I ask little."
Her mismatched eyes were aimed in Bane's direction. "...What I do ask is peace. If you choose to head your clan, so be it, but keep your Clan's claws sheathed when they walk among cats of my Clan. I will keep mine civil as well, and maybe we can avoid needless killing. I won't stop you if you wish to destroy the Clans, but I will not help you either."
Her mismatched eyes sparked with a glittering starlike intensity. Her voice was once again radiating strength of conviction, but it was also has chill and biting as a freezing leafbare night.
She didn't like the look of this Bane.
But then again, looks decived.
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Post by Bane on Jun 11, 2006 5:24:25 GMT -5
(ooh, nice plot idea x3 <3)
Bane's eyes remained neutral, switching as each cat spoke. He didn't take much notice of the first, and evidently younger tom as he had a tantrum, it merely amused him as such behaviour was just the kind Bane had been talking about, that he wanted to wipe out. The second to talk the black tom had more interest in - he seemed wise, and something Bane could definately work with. But the third was most interesting - the she-cat finally spoke, and did not attack.
The tom was silent for a moment, his gaze upon the she-cat as if he was thinking of what to say. After a moment longer, he spoke, his voice calm - almost deathly calm.
"Very well. You lead your clan, and I will lead mine. Of course, there will be the matter of who's territory is who's, and I cannot promise you anything of the like. Maybe one day we can merge as one when you see sense - the more the merrier, as they say."
Bane gave a weak smile, cunning showing through. He kept his single-eyed gaze upon the she-cat for a moment, his pupils slitted until they were hardly visible. Then his gaze moved onto the two toms, eyeing them both up equally.
"That means these two gentlemen will have to choose which clan they go into, or whether they remain rogues. Remaining a rogue isn't a wise idea, however. You won't have as much land as you used to have, and there will always be the threat of being attacked. so pick wisely. The name is Bane, by the way."
He turned to the younger tom, daring him to have another tantrum.[/size]
(not very good, but I'm off for a walk now. Hoping to bring back pretty pictures of ma forest to share withyew guys!)
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 11, 2006 9:49:40 GMT -5
Jet stared at the conversing cats, his ears flat. He was hotheaded--even the blindest, deafest kit would know that the second they laid eyes on the purple-eyed, silver-furred tabby. But the crude cat sniffed, his eyes narrowing at Bane, shadows crossing his lavender orbs so that they looked as though stormclouds thundered around inside of them.
You two are serious about two Clans? Surely that's too noticable? He raised his eyebrows slightly. Won't the Clans see that as a threat, and surely the more cruel, crude Clans would attack... surely, Kestrel, Jet meowed, turning to the she-cat, You know of the dangers of two Clans?
And it's not just the Clans I worried about... Jet blinked and turned his raking gaze to Bane, who calmly sat, glaring at the others. Jet couldn't tell what he thought of what he said--for once not screeches or curses--but he didn't ask him. |
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jun 11, 2006 16:25:58 GMT -5
Sharpfang snorted a bit through his nose as the conversation progressed. The she-cats talk of two Clans was, he admitted, slightly ridiculous if they wanted to continue in silence, but at the same time, bad ideas led to good ones. He watched the ground under his paws for a while why the heated conversation fluxed, and he grinned slightly, his gold eyes alight with ideas and dark thoughts, and his raspy tongue flicked over his overhanging tooth.
"You're right in saying that two Rogue Clans would be ridiculous. But, you know, it wouldn't last too long. No peace nor harmony exists between us - you know that. After a while, blood might be shed, and only one Rogue Clan will succeed. There is room for only one Rogue Clan in these parts, that is sure."
He smirked slightly, the long scar cutting through his features twisted into a gruesome line. It was apt to happen; Only one Rogue Clan can survive, if that was to be the deal. But which one should he follow? Bane was right when he said that staying a rogue would be damned stupid. There would be no part for you. But he didn't feel all that comfortable with the younger black cat and the female. If it was to be split, he might have to make a decision fast, or just have someone else make it for him. He wasn't very indecisive, just wanting to be on the winning team.
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