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[The River Styx]

Hey hun;
Hey hun!
I know what we gonna do;
What we gonna do!
We’re gonna go down to the river;
Just’a me an’ you!

Gonna go for a little swim;
In the river blue!
Swim around the darkened bend;
Just’a a me an’ you!

Let’s swim down the River Styx;
And see what’s at the end!

The River is unforgiving.

.x.

Well now, wasn’t this funny?
Kinda sad really.
But the old tom wasn’t crying.

They say feral cats never aged past five years.
But that’s a lie.

The best, the strongest, the craftiest?
They could live longer.
Much longer.

Eight years.
Spins.
Winters.
Cycles.

Bad karma brought the tom to this world, of forests and jungles.
Forests and jungles?
Ah, but it was new!

He was used to the sun.
To desert.

To great herds of animals moving through the territory.
Great cats hunting the plains.

Mother Africa.

He never should have followed Enigma and Shangsword on that boat.
But Enigma was like the brother who was never born.

Like the brother who should have lived and he die instead.

Ah, ah.

But Styx never dwelled long enough on it, anymore.
Age did that, to a cat.

Ah, but the loner wandered.
Traveling along the border of a clan’s territory.

Then he stopped.
Here lay a clan, seemingly empty and few.

But he sensed power.

Styx liked to heal.
He didn’t mind fighting either.
Or giving advice.

And intelligence, experience, he certainly had gathered during his eight years of existence.

If it weren’t for his damned bad karma; he’d probably have already found a home.
Well why not try here?

He sat down.
Ears flicked forward.
He always had his eyes half slitted.
As if he was always half-asleep.
Not aware.

But there was sharpness in that gaze.

Styx missed nothing.
And he knew he was not alone.

“I know you are there. If you happen to be the leader of this territory, I seek to join your clan.”

[Bane]

"Leader? Pah. We don't have a leader, old tom."

Hawkclaw spat angrily to the floor, his normally well-groomed pelt becoming scruffy in places. But it didn't affect his handsome face. His eyes stared dully toward the old tom, long tail flicking irritably. The young tom had seen better days, that was for sure. But since the disappearance of his Sabrestar, he had not slept - every night he patrolled the border, expecting her to return with news of many more new clan members. But alas, it had not happened. Instead, he just found this tom.

"I'm sorry to say this clan is dying. My leader has not returned for many moons, and a replacement has yet to be found. Join us if you will, but I don't know why you would."

His voice had lost all charm, it was no simply a hollow sound. As deputy, it seemed Hawkclaw should have taken the leadership role. But Hawkclaw was no leader - he was a follower. He followed orders, not gave them. Besides, becoming leader himself would be admitting that his Sabrestar was definately not coming back.

"Your name, tom?"

He asked, though his tone implied he didn't really care.[/size]

[The River Styx]

So.
So.
No leader, eh?

Those half-lidded eye hardly twitched, as they settled upon the figure of the much younger tom.

Scruffy?
Certainly.
This clan, it appeared that it had fallen on harsh times.

Bad karma strikes again.
Styx had to find this one.

“I’m The River…you may know me as Styx.”

A simple name, easy to remember.
The same with the tom; simple black and white markings; with an odd patched black nose.

“Are you really so pitiful, tom?”

As was said.
Those eyes missed nothing.

“You going to brood like a kit who has lost their play toy? There are still cats here; get up, work with them, be a clan. If there’s no leader, one will show up sometime.”

Styx didn’t really care who he was speaking to.
The words may seem harsh, seem rude, but they were the truth.

What use did Hawkclaw think such actions were for his clan?
Leader gone or not, there were jobs to be done.

“I can heal, tom. And I can fight.”

Fight?
Of course he could.

He didn’t live this long hiding away, after all.
Cowering in the dark.

Wise hues blinked, finally, but he didn’t focus on the tom anymore.
He looked past, looked into the depths of the territory from where he sat.

And what did he see?
A clan that needed to be rebuilt.
To rise from the ashes.
To start anew.

“Live life.”

[Bane]

Styx, eh?

Hawkclaw found himself staring blankly at the tom, not knowing he was doing it and once he did, he blinked quickly and turned his attention to a suddenly very interesting leaf on the ground.

The tom was still so young, he still had so much to learn.

Pitiful? You could say that. Sabrestar had been the only cat Hawkclaw had ever respected, the only cat to ever truly honour the tom for his skills. He had trusted her, he had...

No. He was still young, he didn't know the meaning of affection. Love was something he was still immature enough to laugh about, and make fake spewing noises to whenever a couple were showing affection. He was still young, he was unable to love...

But was he?

Gaze turned back to Styx, pushing aside that train of thought.

"You heal?"

Hawkclaw asked, though it was a sort of rhetorical question.

"Our clan no longer has a medicine cat, either. If you truly think my clan can rebuild, then will you join us? We could do with a wise tom like you..."

Cause I sure could do with some help...

Wait a second...

Oh dear lord, where had Hawkclaw gone?! This wasn't him. Pity had stolen the usual, sarcastic brute - and was he actually admitting that he needed help?

Look what you've done, Sabrestar![/size]

[Bloodstar]

Well said, old tom.
The voice was slightly gruff and came from a strikingly marked Maine Coon tom. His pelt was scored here and there with scars of battles passed...his eyes were an unnatural shade of red.

His name? Bloodfire.
Now recently changed to fit that of a clan Leader.
He appeared out of the tall grass and eyed Hawkclaw first with a piercing gaze; looking him over.
He seemed a bit childish.
But Bloodstar would not be so quick to judge, now would he?
His expression; almost uninterested as he gave a nod, then emediately switching his gaze to the old tom.
He spoke of healing.
Fighting.
He could prove useful in the rebuilding of the clan.

He would not sit.
Not yet.

What's your name?

He did not, this time, change his attention, instead, he watched nothing. Looked out into the distance at some unknown object.
He had directed his question to the younger of the toms.

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[Bane]

A new presence...

One that hinted at dominance, yet this Maine Coon brute was definately not a member of DuskClan. Hawkclaw glared at him, the old Hawkclaw suddenly beginning to show up - and thank god! His dark, long tortoiseshell pelt bristled, not liking the tone nor overall atmosphere this tom was giving off.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that, tom?"

He retorted, malice and that old hint of mischief returning to his voice. Who did this bastard think he was?!

"My name is Hawkclaw, deputy of DuskClan. I'd ask who you were, but I honestly don't give a damn."

He replied, his amber orbs glinting, taking Styx's words on board and leaving the pitiful kitten behind. His talon-like claws dug trenches in the ground, observing the Coon carefully, ready should the brute strike.[/size]

[Bloodstar]

Bloodstar's eyes snapped into focus on Hawkclaw.
A grin curled at the sides of his lips and his eyes narrowed.

Pity.

He contemplated on giving the tom a good cuff upside the head, but decided against it. He would see how this all panned out before any cuffing was done.
Drat.
The Coon would introduce himself, despite Hawkclaw's lack of wanting to know it.
For however informal Bloodstar could be, he believed that it was best to give a decent intro, lest one should be attacked.

I am Bloodstar...I am the one come to take over where Sabrestar left off. He gave a rough snort, Glad to see that my Deputy's a real ray of sunshine.

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[The River Styx]

“Your clan can rebuild.”

Styx could be a kind cat.
A caring one at times.

But he did not pity Hawkclaw’s current state.

A warrior could not afford to love.
Not even his own brother.

Love was pathetic.
A force that should only be used to warp the mind of another.

Although fear always lasted longer.

But the old black and white tom maintained his silence.
The young deputy would learn, after all.
If he lived long enough.

Love was for cats who could afford to be weak.
Remain weak.

Not like Duskclan.

Then there was a new voice.
A new scent.

And half-slitted eyes turned to settle upon the Maine Coon.
A tom claiming to have come to replace Sabrestar.

This tom, Bloodstar, seemed to awaken the warrior spirit within young Hawkclaw.

And then Styx smiled; perhaps for the first time in many moons.
Then he laughed.

Sunshine in the Dusk? A paradoxical illusion.
Although it was a rather amusing image, after all.

[Bane]

A light frown creased Hawkclaw's handsome features. This... arrogant bastard... thought he was the new leader of DuskClan?

Hawkclaw would have questioned rigourously anyone who thought they were the new leader, thinking them to be lying... but their was something in the Coon's voice that told Hawkclaw he wasn't lying. For several heartbeats, Hawkclaw merely observed the large tom - the first impressions weren't great, but we'd see where it went.

"And how does that work, exactly? Did you know Sabrestar, know where the hell she disappeared off to?"

Hawkclaw questioned, his voice tinged with malice for the way Sabrestar had simply abandoned them, leaving them with this tom as leader instead. The younger brute ignored what he took to be sarcasm from Bloodstar, afterall it would be unwise to attack a tom who claimed to be the new leader.[/size]

[Dreamreaper]

“What will you do if he does know, deputy of Duskclan? Will you go galloping off to find your previous leader? Is your loyalty so great to her that you are blinded to the here and now; are willing to give up your position and clan?”

The voice was new, definitely feminine.
Sharp. Commanding. Brisk.
Then again, the she-cat wasn’t here to make impressions on any cat.

She wanted to join this clan.
Had for some time.

But with the vanishing of Sabrestar; there was little reason to approach the borders and lurk there.

‘Sides, Dreamreaper could live quite well on her own.

The tall, dead wheat of the borderland had hidden the she-cat – before she leaped onto a small outcropping. There, she sat, seated regally like the Queen she was.

Queen of Death, maybe.

She had been called pretty, before.
Sleek brown coat, offset by a white ruff around her throat belly.
A black face mask, blending into the brown on her head.

A blaze of white on her forehead.
A diamond.
A symbol of purity?
Or maybe indication of darker things to come.

Ah, but the coldness within those pretty, light blue hues was startling.
Strikingly so, on such a pretty face.

Calculating?
Cruel?

You didn’t know what went through Dreamreapor’s mind.

It could be anything.

She wasn’t angry.
Not yet.

So there had been no reason to use the full brunt of her caustic tongue.

Dreamreapor turned her head; cold gaze landing on Bloodstar.
A smirk, slight.

As if she said ‘So new leader…what are you going to do now?’

[silverpaw]

A small she-cat walked along the Duskclan borders.Arund her neck was a pair of overused Pilot goggles.The lens were faded but still useful.Her amber colored eyes looked around.Not much to see,a mouse or so and trees.Lots of them.Pushing her goggles up with her nose,Kittyhawk looked though them at her new home.The yellow stained lenses made the grass look dead and the mice look creep.Pouncing on a smaller mouse,she quickly took it's life.Flipping her goggles back down she ate it quick,with mannered bites.Getting up she heard cats talking.Walking around a big tree she saw,one no two no three?Four cats!Her nose was on over drive,first a odd smell she had pasted then..this.

[Bane]

(ooc: um... goggles? BotW is a realistic rp... and realistically cats wouldn't be wearing goggles, or even be able to wear them...)

[karaxandre]

ooc - Yes, and besides...they wouldn't even fit a cat in real life...goggles are made for humans, and humans' heads are larger than cats'.

[Ringtailatschool]

Her owner fixed them to fit her because she loved to watch wood being cut and she got splinters in her eyes.I know this is a realistic Rping forum but some other things don't sound real.

[karaxandre]

.x.K A R A.x.

A determined-looking Norwegian Forest Cat mix strided confidently through the wheat stalks, her head down as if she was hunting. Her yellow-green eyes flicked from side to side, looking out for the lazy tomcat behind her. She watched the wind blow through the long grassy stalks, her large paws barely making a sound.

"Hurry up, lazy butt!"

Kara's somewhat playful, somewhat stern yowl sounded over her shoulder to Andre's ears. Her brown tabby tail waved stiffly, moving the stalks out of the Ragdoll tomcat's way. Oh, why did she have to take care of him? Why couldn't her sister have chosen to leave her Twoleg and find this lazy tom?

.x.K A R A.x.

.x.A N D R E.x.

Andre rolled his eyes at Kara's snide comment, his nose crinkly-ing with disgust. Her long tail fur tickled his pink nose, and he sneezed, snapping his teeth at the Norwegian Forest Cat mix while doing so. Why did she have to find him? he moaned silently in his mind. Why couldn't a sister of hers have chosen to leave their Twoleg and find this handsome, charming tom?

"Coming, your highness!"

The Ragdoll tomcat's sarcastic meow was louder than he thought, and it seemed to echo through the fields. He cringed and pinned his ears against his skull. Oh, crap, were any evil murderers roaming around these lands?

.x.A N D R E.x.

[murder]

[ Shall i go ahead and join? ^.- ]

Be careful, little kitties.
Beneath beauty lies cruelty.

"Guten label, Liebe." A low, slightly hoarse voice. Unmistakably a she-cats.

A Snowshoe cat stepped across the grass, her muscles finely tuned to the point of perfection; she moved lightly, silently, carried herself like an empress on her high throne, yet there was strength in her.

Much strength.

Her eyes were cool, remote blue. They were mocking, sly. Intelligent.

As for her face...she was flawless. Rarely had such a beautiful being set paw in such a place. Standing in the presence of her fellow she-cats, she more than held her own; possibly, she even eclipsed them. But her star was a dark one.

Behind her Snowshoe pelt beat a black heart. Her white paws held bloodstrained claws.

Miss Murder.



From behind the she-cat stepped a young tom, barely three moons old. Already there was strength in his untrained limbs, and it was clear that he would become every bit as devastatingly good-looking as his mother...er, in a tom kind of way.
His hawklike amber eyes flitted sharply from cat to cat, a limited kind of intelligence already forming inside of them.
With training and age, this little tom would grow to a hunter of considerable talent, and a warrior of perfect, deadly skill.

He had russet fur that was both spotted and striped, and he was a few pawlengths shy of tailless.
A distinctive cat. Young, but full of potential.

Sovereign.

[silverpaw]

Watching two new cats come into the clearing she asked,forgetting she wasn't noticed yet."Who are you two?"Her goggles sitting neatly on her chest bounced up,sending dust up her nose..Her fur rustled,bristled more like it,watching them.Her memory of He who is evil still haunted her,and these cats looked as sinister.

[Bane]

(ooc| If she got splinters in her eyes, would she not be blind? I'm more worried of the fact she would be unable to "push them up" so to say - there's a lack of an opposable thumb and the overall strength to be able to do that. Cats can't wear goggles like humans can, we rely on our ears to keep them up and cats ears wouldn't be able to do the same, in fact they'd get in the way. I know it's like a craze with fursona-creating furries to give them goggles, but it just can't happen on a real cat or dog -trust me, I've tried xD-

I'm no mod or admin or anything... but it's kinda unreal. Sorry to spoil your fun -goes to bed-)

[silverpaw]

OOC:oh well! she sounded cool but if you're going to mess with the "facts" should i just delete her and all the posts with her?

[Kestrel]

[ Bane has a point-- cats can't wear goggles. It would be one thing if your character carried them everywhere with her, but wear them? Cats can't.
I assume by 'other things that don't seem real' you are referring to Juukai and her matches. But think about it-- it is physically possible for a cat to strike a match, granted they had the neck strength required, the dexterity needed, and the intelligence to learn. She holds it in her mouth and turns her head very quickly, thus striking the head of the match against a rough surface. She can handle the fire because she has observed twolegs, and because she has had a lot of practice. And she has the burns to show for it.
Wearing goggles is an entirely different thing.

Suggesting that you delete the character is a bit overdramatic. We're not saying that you should. Some things on this site are slightly un-realistic, but for the most part, we keep to reality and those goggles are too far outside of it. You could alter the character slightly, or something similar.
We're not snapping at you or 'critisizing,' merely pointing something out. ]