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Post by silverpaw on Feb 21, 2007 21:56:33 GMT -5
ooc:ug...THEN what should i do with her? sigh nevermind.... her goggles will be AROUND her neck instead,but i'm not changing anything else about her.
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Post by Kestrel on Feb 21, 2007 21:58:10 GMT -5
[ No one ever said you had to... o.o Goggles around the neck is much better. ]
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Post by Bloodstar on Feb 26, 2007 20:25:08 GMT -5
Bloodstar closed his eyes for a moment, and opened them half-way, looking at that far off place again,
I did not know your Sabrestar, nor where she had gone off to. As for how I became her successor; StarClan.
He chuckled to himself after he spoke.
StarClan?
Seemed pretty weak to believe in such a thing, neh?
Despite this, he believed.
In the land in which he had once dwelled, he was Deputy of his Clan.
He was planning on fighting, or killing rather, his leader for the position.
Not for treachery though.
That was simply how it went.
He couldnt help but grin in the slightest way at the memory.
But soon it was gone.
Then it was the day he had dreamt of this place. Of DuskClan.
How its leader had left. How it lay in ruins.
StarClan had told him that he was to succeed their leader; Sabrestar...All he knew of her was her name.
There were other cats gathering around, either close by or in hiding.
Bloodstar's grin returned as the shecats arrived.
The one with the sharp retort.
The one that spoke in German.
Good day, ladies.
He gave a small bow of the head.
He was rather proper around ladies, most of the time. Polite, you could say.
Maybe.
As he lifted his head and roved his eyes about the terrain, to the grasses where other cats were located.
His ear flicked as if a fly were bothering it, just before his voice rang out,
All who have come to DuskClan territory, show yourselves.
It was not a harsh command, but a command none-the-less. [/color] |
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Post by silverpaw on Feb 26, 2007 20:33:46 GMT -5
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that phase.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much spaceComing out of the bush she was hiding behind,Kittyhawk came forward when this Bloodstar calledout."Hello."She said,she was shy but not shy enough to put up a good fight,if she needed too.
Maybe i'm crazy
Maybe i'm crazy
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Post by Dreamreaper on Feb 27, 2007 0:41:44 GMT -5
“Lady?”
The regal she-cat on the rock blinked those drop-dead blue hues; leaping easily from the top of the stone to the ground in one fluid; sinuous motion. Her pelt flowed delicately over her fine features as she padded directly towards the leader; circling him as she studied his scarred form.
“Lady is the wrong thing to say, leader. I am no lady – I work for a livin’.”
Work?
Killed, more likely.
Dreamreaper’s dealings were mere rumors; nothing that could be pinpointed on the devious she-cat fully.
No proof left behind.
A dangerous one, indeed, she was – one to be preferred to have by one's side rather than against it. |
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Post by Bane on Feb 27, 2007 13:58:22 GMT -5
StarClan?
Kit's tales, Hawkclaw thought. But he understood how others believed in such a thing, how they strongle felt that StarClan was watching their every movement.
Besides, Hawkclaw wasn't planning on challenging this brute. He seemed... capable. Intelligent. Strong. He was definately the one to rebuild DuskClan. The deputy would have done so himself, but he was not leader material - he was the henchman, the bodyguard. He was no leader.
The often hot-headed tom almost seemed to smile, and gave a small nod to Bloodstar - a nod that indicated his acceptance of this tom as the new leader, that showed that Hawkclaw saw him worthy of his respect. He was the one to pick up where Sabrestar had left off.
As for Sabrestar, Hawkclaw decided to take Styx's advice. Hawkclaw had not loved her... her had respected for all she was, and for all she believed he was. That respect had been shattered when she abandoned her own clan - she was no more than a bitch. The young brute's eyes filled with malice once more, burning vividly
“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?”
"She broke my trust when she abandoned DuskClan. Why should I stay loyal to her?
He replied bluntly, long obsidian tail flicking occasionally.[/size]
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Post by murder on Feb 27, 2007 21:46:21 GMT -5
Miss Murder stepped forward, her powerful muscles flexing beneath her smooth coat; her cold blue eyes flitting sharply from cat to cat, always wary.
The snowshoe nodded her head in greeting, yet unsure of how to treat the two toms. Were they strong or weak? Worthy of respect or death?
The newcomer, the one who hid in the filthy shadows and whimpered her greetings, she was weak. Of that Miss Murder was sure, and her eyes passed over that cat with scorn.
She curled her tail, directing the young tom beside her.
Sovereign padded forward, bold despite his exceedingly young age. Already weaned and intelligent for his age.
He bowed his head as his mother had taught him, acknowledging a higher power.
"My son," Miss Murder meowed briskly. "I have business to attend to and the Meadow is no place for a kit." Her blue eyes sparked; yes, death and darkness lay deep in the meadow, a dangerous world that would surely kill her kit unless she kept him close to her...and though she doted upon young Sovereign, she was not a proper mother and had no desire to allow a kit to hold her down.
Sovereign would grow up in a safer society and grow strong.
"His name is Sovereign."
Raising one white paw, the murderous she-cat gently pushed her tom-kit forward.
Sovereign took his first steps away from his mother's side, and moved to stand before Bloodstar.
He stared up at the leader boldly, with hawklike orange eyes. [ Oh dear, a kitten for Dreamreaper to attempt to corrupt~ xD ] |
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Post by Bloodstar on Feb 27, 2007 22:15:56 GMT -5
Bloodstar looked from the Snowshoe mother, to her son.
For one so young, his eyes showed strength.
Yes.
Strong young ones was just what DuskClan needed to rebuild.
He gave a nod of approval before looking back up.
Your son will have a home in DuskClan as long as he proves worthy.
His gaze flicked back to those hawklike eyes, analyzing.
Speaking quietly, almost to himself;
Somehow, I dont think that should be too difficult.
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