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Post by starcrossed on Jun 11, 2006 16:31:42 GMT -5
Jet felt his silver fur prickle with unease. There was something he didn't like about Bane's attitude, and the way he'd so easily betray his Clan. He didn't care about those filthy, fleabitten Clan warriors, but if Bane was sly enough to betray them...
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 12, 2006 13:51:31 GMT -5
Kestrel remained silent for a while, lost in thought.
She shuddered, coming out of her trance. In a faraway voice she murmured, "Yes...yes, two Clans is dangerous. But here in the Rogue Meadow we shape our own destinies, and if that Bane wishes to make a Clan of his own I can't -and won't- stop him."
With a sly grin, almost hidden by the serious mask she wore, she added, "And there may be land outside of the Meadow I can take. ...Though I do want peace, of course."
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 12, 2006 19:28:38 GMT -5
Jet's tail tip flicked. The three rogues he had met so soon had made him put his mind to thought. Here, he made a list in his head, sizing up them in a few sentences.
Bane... sly, evil, twisted. There was no way Jet could make a reasonable alliance with him--beneath that cool exterior was a coldblooded killer, a backstabber.
Sharpfang... rude, but sensible. Jet had a strange feeling about the larger cat, so he didn't want to think much of it.
Kestrel... sensible in some ways, but she herself wasn't a killer, just a dreamer. Jet decided if he was going someway, he would be going with Kestrel, a cat who wouldn't dare betray him, so if she was reliable, he would be, too.
To stay a rogue would be crazy, although the four cats together wasn't really anything to be made into a Clan. The small silver and black tabby tom shuddered, then put in his opinion, whether is mattered or not.
Peace isn't my concern--which ever way we split, we'll probably have two cats to each Clan for sometime. So, we should probably be more worried over territories. I can tell peace isn't on everybody's mind, Jet spat, his eyes darting to Bane and Sharpfang. They didn't like him, and he didn't like them; he really didn't care how they felt about him, as long as they stayed clear away from him.
But...
Can we trust the second we turn our backs that we won't be slaughtered? For any of us? Sharpfang, Kestrel, don't fall for it... though we may just have met, this 'Bane' guy is trouble for all rogues, and our population can be reduced in an instant... |
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Post by Bane on Jun 13, 2006 11:14:40 GMT -5
The black tom remained silent as the three rogue's discussed their concerns, his eyes turning from one to the other as they each spoke, his mind going over all the points they made. Peace was for idiots, the only way peace can exist is if all cats were brainwashed to think the same, and do the same. But different feline's minds had different thoughts and dreams, in which case peace was impossible. The large feline also spotted the young tom's fur prickling uneasily. Was all this talk scaring him? Bane gave out a short snort, finally deciding to stop their foolish questioning of stuff.
"Peace is just a dream. The only way that peace can exist is if we all become robots, thinking the same things and having the same dreams for our future. But we are all different, and as such peace cannot - and will not - happen. Sorry to break it to you, kitty."
Bane said this in a matter-of-factly tone, his eyes slitted and staring emotionlessly at the she-cat. After a moment's pause, he calmly shifted his gaze to the younger tom as he spoke about peace not being on everybody's minds.
"Scared are you, kittypet? Don't worry you're little mind, I don't plan on attacking you or this sweet she-cat, not yet anyway. I cannot promise you peace, but I can promise that I will not threaten the existance of your clan. We shall both go our own ways, make our clans grow, then maybe at a later date our paths will cross. Yes, the clans will see our clans as a threat. For now, I would suggest we keep our decision hidden from them, until we are strong enough to defend should they attack or feel threatened. As for territory... for now I suggest a halfway mark through Rogue Meadow."
He said calmly, eyes focused on the she-cat once again. They stayed there for a moment, before turning to the older tom. He intrigued Bane, and that must mean he was made of decent stuff. A small, sly smile curled Bane's lips, even his dead eye glinting with something of cunning. The malicious brute's tail twitched in amusement as he mentioned how eventually only one rogue clan will exist. He liked that idea, liked it a lot.
"You impress me, tom. You show good cunning and wits. I cannot make your mind up for you, but I can see you prospering should you join me. What's your name, tom?"[/size]
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 13, 2006 13:45:38 GMT -5
Jet was silent the entire time Bane was talking. He couldn't help but feel his heart thump against his chest - was he frightened? Maybe, but it didn't concern this cat.
He watched Sharpfang for a moment, wondering if the cat would join Bane. He knew the two cunning, full-grown warriors would make a good team--but Jet couldn't exactly see them keeping away from whatever Clan Kestrel tried to make. He knew he was the youngest cat here, so his opinion didn't count--instead, he sat silently.
I'm right to be frightened of you, Bane. You're a nightmare from hell. |
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 13, 2006 14:46:56 GMT -5
Kestrel's mottled gray and white fur bristled. She kept her voice calm, though it shook with the effort of doing so.
"No, Bane, peace is a dream only for thoughtless killers, worthless murdurers. I don't mean perfection; it doesn't exist. What I mean is sense, living together without destroying each other, which, believe it or not, Bane, is possible. It can be done, with the right cats.
You, you do what you like. Slaughter the Clan cats, slaughter your Clan, I don't care; what I do care about is whether you'll keep out of my way."
She hated saying it, because she did care about the Clans, about the free rogues, but as she had said before, the rogues were free here. "And about the division of territory, I suggest a small bit of land to lie between each territory for the rogues who don't want to join a Clan. That way the can live outside of Clan boundries, and our rgue Clans won't share boundries. That may stir up hostilities faster than is wise..." She was sure there would bo hostilities; she wasn't foolish (or at least, she didn't think so), and she knew whatever Clan Bane created would be vastly different from her own. The road she walked was a hard one. I'll walk it to its end, wherever it may be, she promised herself.
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 13, 2006 15:03:00 GMT -5
Jet saw the wisdom of Kestrel's words, but he had seen the cold truth of Bane's. They were whirling around Jet's head, but finally, he stood, eyes glinting.
Whatever you cats choose, he meowed to Bane and Sharpfang, I say Kestrel's plan is the right one. If I'm goin' to a Clan, I'm goin' to a Clan that isn't hostile and bloodthirsty... where no matter what you do, you'll die, either in battle... He then blinked, careful to not look Bane's way, Or treachery.
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 13, 2006 15:09:37 GMT -5
Kestrel did not allow her cold, calm mask to slip, but inside she was glad to have another ally. This Bane cat...yes, he seemed like bad news.
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 13, 2006 15:33:22 GMT -5
Jet glanced at Kestrel; friends, maybe not, but allies, yes... he just knew the older, conniving cats would form some sort of plot, and it would be ExperiencedClan against UnexperiencedClan... Jet just plain-out despised Bane, and wasn't exactly fond of Sharpfang.
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 13, 2006 15:44:55 GMT -5
Kestrel glanced back, her mismatched eyes blazing. One flickered and sparked, the bright, feral color of lightning, and the other simply glowed deep blue, like the color of clean water as sunlight fell through it.
Allies? Sure. Great. Bane, Sharpfang? Bad, I can feel it. This Clan, newborn, barely even concieved, in fact, is already in trouble! She frowned slightly, concerned for the future of her Clan, which hadn't even really begun.
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 13, 2006 15:48:05 GMT -5
*Dance and I are filling the entire space! Bane has an excuse, but where's Sharpfang?*
Jet barely noticed Kestrel's worried expression--he himself was worried for the future. Would Bane keep his word?
Of course not... what was he thinking?
I may be young, but I am not niave... even if I don't know how to spell the word...
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 13, 2006 15:51:01 GMT -5
|ooc| let's wait for Bane or Sharptooth to answer xD
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 13, 2006 15:54:57 GMT -5
That would be the wise thing to do...
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jun 14, 2006 1:22:32 GMT -5
|Sorry, I go off and on, hehe.|
Sharpfangs' golden eyes also watched silently as each said their part. He couldn't help but stiffle a small chuckle at the talk of the peace that was either wanted or declined. Quite truthfully, Sharpfang was apathetic. He liked to do things for his own benefit. If 'peace' could get warm, fresh prey in his muzzle and shelter to live, then so be it. But he also had to accept the wonderful thrill of having hostility toward other cats as well.
He raised his large head as Bane addressed him, and he twitched his ragged whiskers. He was slightly ashamed at his name, as it clearly had the roots of a Clan cat name. Truthfully, Sharpfang was born a DuskClan cat in the years back, but as an apprentice, he managed to kill the Deputy and escape into Rogue Meadow with his life-barely. He had betrayed the damned Clan cats, and he was never planning on going back to that kind of Clan life. He gave himself the name Sharpfang, for he wasn't going to live his life as his original Sharppaw. But the name Sharpfang was always a constant reminder to himself of betrayel, and how easily another cat could be on his throat in any time when he least expected it.
"They call me Sharpfang, for reasons quite obvious," he explained, and raised his lips to expose the snaggle fang that extended down his chin. He rolled his eyes a bit at having to do that, then ran his rough tongue over his whiskers and nose, then looked at the young tom and the she-cat.
"As far as these Rogue Clans go, I say go ahead and leave space between the territories for the other poor kitties. That way, when we're low on prey, theres always... fresh meat."
He licked his jowls for effect and leaned his weight in toward the two young cats, for a few seconds looking like a derranged cannibal. He then laughed, a deep throaty sound that reminded other cats of claws on a stone. His brush tail flicked as he sat back in amusement. Of course Sharpfang wouldn't eat other cats unless there was no other way. But hell, it was fun scaring kitties sometimes.
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 14, 2006 10:18:47 GMT -5
Jet felt disgusted already by Sharpfang, though he could tell he was trying to scare Kestrel and he like they were newborn kits. Angrily, Jet narrowed his eyes and murmured,
Are you sure you won't just go cryin' to Twolegs for fer food?
Jet was no longer afraid, he stepped forward. He was probably thought a fool to challenge the larger cats like this, but at least he wasn't a coward...
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Post by Bane on Jun 14, 2006 12:02:53 GMT -5
The shadowed brute grinned slyly as Sharpfang frightened the young tom, who immediately stood up to the large tom. Bane would be interested to see this fight, and hoped Sharpfang would attack, if not just for the fun of it. Bane had no intention of starting fights this early on, however - if anything he just wanted to show Kestrel that he was able to control himself, and so would keep his promise of not threatening the existance of her clan. His tail flicked a few times, before he spoke, in reply to Kestrel's comments.
"Worthless murderer, thoughtless killer, homicidal assassin - in the end they all mean the same thing. Call me what you want, I'm glad it's finally sinking into other's heads. I was brought up where pain and fighting was the only way to survive. I tasted my sister's blood at a sincerely young age - and they say once you taste your own kinds blood, you get addicted. Don't like it? Tough luck. I'm just feeding my addiction."
He said in a serious tone, pausing a moment before snorting and giving a wry smile. He eventually stood, his tail flicking and whiskers twitching, slitted orbs looking at Kestrel, though appearing like they were looking straight through her.
"I suggest this area we stand in now be the area for rogues who do not wish to be part of our clans. It is pretty much in the centre of the meadow after all. I will take the area to the right side of this, and you take the left. Does that sound fair?"
He said, estimating that they would both have the equal amount of territory.
"And you better try keeping Mr. Tough-guy over here on a leash. He'll need to learn how to control his temper, and when it's evident that he'll lose not to bother starting fights."
He snorted casually, turning and leaving the meadow. Right now he was needed at the gathering, having been ordered by Sabrestar to go. The brute would sort out territorial marks in the morning before his clan woke up and noticed him missing.[/size]
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 14, 2006 12:46:54 GMT -5
Jet was trembling with rage at the two older cats, but he sat back on his haunches, a low rumble in his throat.
Damn them! Damn those idiots for daring to try and 'scare' me, Jet Enduro! Maybe I'm not so big, maybe I'm not experienced, but I'm not... wait a second, what did he say?! Leash!? Tough-Guy?! That son of a bitch!
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 14, 2006 13:02:37 GMT -5
When Sharpfang spoke, Kestrel merely threw him a haughty, superior glance. As if he expects to scare me with that act?
She turned her attention to Bane as he spoke.
Nodding, she meowed, "It sounds fair, Bane. And as first order of buisness...Clans have names, as we all know. And..."
She flicked her tail at Jet in a silent warning, then unsheathed one gleaming claw. She swiped across her other paw in a swift, decisive movement.
A drop of blood fell to the ground.
In a sober voice, Kestrel continued, "I swear on my honor, on my own blood, that I will keep my Clan away from Bane's if he does the same. I will initiate no hostilities unless begun by Bane's clan first." Another drop of blood.
Her mismatched gaze burned into Bane. "Of course, being realistic...I won't believe any vows you make, and because we're all hypocrites, I doubt you'll believe mine. But I will do this the right way."
A third drop, and then Kestrel raised her paw and licked the blood away.
|ooc| weird kitty... *runs*
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jun 14, 2006 13:32:56 GMT -5
The long furred cat narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly, raising one of his paws and licking at his worn pads idly, like he could've cared less about all this. He wasn't going to start a fight with Jet, he was too afraid he'd be laughing so hard he couldn't concentrate. He blinked a bit as Bane started to leave. The Gathering? Oh right... the full moon Gatherings on the great Hill. Sharpfang remembered that, and always thought it was stupid and foolish. But a lot of the things Clan Cats did was dumb.
He silently watched as Kestrel preformed some weird blood ritual, and he looked back at Bane with a look of 'is she serious?' on his features. Not that he was much of one to follow some unwritten rule. It was the same way in the Clans, and he betrayed them and the 'Warrior Code' and lo and behold; he was still alive. Imagine that. He had to give slight kudos the she-cat for realizing that it was doubtfull such an 'oath' would be upheld.
For once, Sharpfang didn't say anything this time around. His mind was shifting gears. He figured out he would go with Bane on this.. "Clan" thing. Which meant he would be moving to the right side while Bane went off and played puppy to the Clan cats. He didn't understand why such a cunning cat would stay with Clans like that... but Sharpfang had a feeling there was more going on between Banes' eyes then he let on. Sharpfang really wasn't all that eager to find out anyway; that was Banes life.
He also stood up and stretched out, chuckling softly to himself for no reason really. This was starting to get interesting. [/center] |
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Post by starcrossed on Jun 14, 2006 14:00:48 GMT -5
Jet's tail tip curled, and he bared his fangs and flattened his ears. Sharpfang and Bane had made an alliance--the two big kitties of the wild... the team of insolent furballs who had once been part of a Clan.
You're both Clanborn, he muttered, his eyes flashing briefly. Yet you act as though we're the ones with dirty blood. Kestrel and I are rogues by blood--at least, that stands true for me. Pausing, Jet murmured, Well, I guess it's ultimately settled. I have no reason to continue discussing things with two Clan-bloods and a wannabe rogue... no offense, Kestrel. Anyways...
Jet turned to Kestrel, eyes glimmering. I'll see you later; for now, I've important, er, business to attend to... see ya in our new territory sometime later.
And, with that, Jet flounced away.
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