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Post by Battledream on Sept 9, 2006 23:03:28 GMT -5
The muscular femme rippled to the edge of the terra before her; scenting of lush vegetation and crystalline liquid. Silver and steel grey pelt; marred by bars and stripes of ebon stain, pulsed over firm muscles. She was not dainty feminine little thing. This she-cat; this rogue, was a walking powerhouse, packed with razor-sharp claws and the muscular frame to wield those formidable weapons dangerously.
And the fela was, indeed, dangerous. Yellow hues, cold and emotionless, flicked and landed ‘pon the rather serene setting which rose to meet her at the Mistclan boundary. Peaceful. Too peaceful. However, she didn’t know the meaning of backing down. Battledream had searched for a clan long and hard – and this one, out of all [even the ‘merciless’ Duskclan] had appealed to her the most.
Maybe it was the water. Battledream loved water dearly; maybe it was the one thing that the scarred feline had left to love. Her past, her home, her dreams…shattered. Falling like the dead warriors which guided her through her life.
She had naught left. Everything had be destroyed; ripped and shredded and rendered until there was nothing left.
….and I will rip you to shreds. [/i][/size][/color] |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Sept 30, 2006 21:48:12 GMT -5
Pawstep by pawstep, Lillystar patrolled her clan's boundaries. She was growing tired and almost ready to head back when she caught an unfamiliar scent on the breeze. Whoever the cat was had an extremely strong scent of death and battles on her fur, like one who had fought since she was old enough to walk. Lillystar padded out toward the river that separated Mistclan's territory from the rest of the forest.
"Who walks on my clan's lands?" she called out into the fog spanning the terra.
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Post by Battledream on Sept 30, 2006 22:13:32 GMT -5
Auds pricked forward, at the sound of the other fatale’s voice. The massive femme lifted her head; her yellow hues narrowed slightly as mild consideration replaced the previous emotionless and cold expression.
“Who would like to know?”
The marred she-cat’s voice was strong, like her, and deep as the river which rushed so near to them. While, to some who foolishly read the words wrongly, they could be considered a challenge – but indeed they were not. Her tone was calm, completely mild; not typical of one to come out of the she-cat which could simply rip another to shreds.
…and she knew how simple that action was.
No, the muscular fela paused, listening and watching in the direction where the voice had come from. Would this cat be a friend…? Or would she be a foe for her to tangle oh so pleasantly with?
Would the one calling to her read her words as something that they were indeed not? Or would they show the wisdom to look past them; to see that the mammoth female was simply asking a question? |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Oct 1, 2006 22:30:50 GMT -5
Lillystar considered the cat before her. It was easier to see, now that the fog was clearing.
"Lillystar, leader of Mistclan..." she said, cautious about getting on the wrong side of such a massive she-cat.
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Post by Battledream on Oct 1, 2006 23:27:04 GMT -5
“Greetings.”
Ah, this small she-cat was the leader of the clan Battledream sought to join? Yellow hues, heartless – cold – passive – considering, stared directly into Lillystar’s, looking almost as if they were peering into her Starclan granted soul.
It was a rather unnerving gesture – the way the battle scarred she-cat’s intense orbs were peering; unreadable in and of themselves.
“I seek a home.”
This massive fela was a feline of few well-chosen words, when she was in the proper mood to be. |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Oct 2, 2006 21:56:18 GMT -5
Lillystar was a little worried about this she-cat's demeanor. She herself was by no means small, being one of the biggest cats in Mistclan, but this femme had an air of hostility around her. The muscular female seemed to walk with a heaviness of severity in her step.
"Oh are you then...have you in an interest in my clan?" she asked calmly.
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Post by Battledream on Oct 2, 2006 23:19:57 GMT -5
Lobes shifted and refocused, and the mammoth she-cat drew herself, rising to her full height.
“There is much I can offer if my acceptance is agreed upon.”
Indeed there was. If Battledream allied herself to those cats of Mistclan – they would have her full strength and cunning mind completely at their disposal. A true warrior – a fighter to the bitter end.
“I do…the water…”
Yellow hues burned back, pained and a little wistful. Where had such a fela come from? Why had no other clan ever seen such a fearsome warrior before?
She was from far, far away, and that would be all she would tell the clan leader if asked. Her agonizing and battle laden past would remain in her memories, not to burden any other cat that found this land as home.
“I...am Battledream.”
It was only fitting that the other she-cat, no, Lillystar, knew her name. She did, indeed, seek to fight for her clan, to be a loyal warrior.
Battledream was just a warrior to the extreme, that was all.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Oct 3, 2006 15:40:06 GMT -5
Again Lillystar considered this massive she-cat.
Battledream...seems appropriate she thought to herself.
"So you like water...and you want to be a member of Mistclan...can I trust you to follow the warrior code and remain loyal to your clan even at the cost of your life?" she asked, knowing that this was the essential question for all warriors.
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Post by Battledream on Oct 3, 2006 22:15:45 GMT -5
Something flashed within fierce yellow hues, and Battledream stood a little straighter, her warrior spirit demanding such that the fela had to answer.
“To death and beyond. For even if this mortal body fails and my soul is no longer a part of this plain of existence – I will fight along my clan from Starclan.”
There were many levels to the battle-scarred she-cat standing before Lillystar – a mind with incredible depth and wisdom hide behind feral hues.
So they were there, a heartbeat apart. A she-cat newly risen, chosen by Starclan to lead Mistclan. And a fallen warrior – a soldier who’s ‘people’ had lost their war against the fatal enemy, a survivor seeking a new home to defend with her own life.
Loyal? Loyalty was not a question – not after Battledream had made her pledge.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Oct 5, 2006 21:08:01 GMT -5
Lillystar wasn't sure of any way to find out if this cat could be trusted except to allow her into the camp and see how she acted. Everyone deserved a chance, so she decided to accept her.
"I welcome you to follow me into camp then..." she said, turning back toward the waterfall.
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Post by Battledream on Oct 5, 2006 21:50:02 GMT -5
The mammoth she-cat flicked her tail, one ear, the left with the torn tip, twitched as yellow crystalline orbs trailed after the clan leader. The leader had turned her back on the battle-scarred fela – now, if any, would be the perfect time to attack.
That would be if Battledream had planned to kill the leader. However, murder was not on the grey and black fela’s mind, as she rose to follow Lillystar into camp. Trust? The massive cat could be deemed untrustworthy if the leader chose. She wasn’t there to prove anything to any cat…there was enough pain and tears in her past dealing with such matters that Battledream had let go of such foolish past times.
“I thank you leader.”
Rare sincerity tainted the she-cat’s rumble of thanks; even if Lillystar found she did not trust the she-cat – she could have faith in the truth and thanks in those words.
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