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Post by falina on May 28, 2006 15:41:00 GMT -5
Large triangular ears tilted forward, their red hue glowing in the setting light. Mouth opened to seep in the scent; Duskclan...
Muscles rippled beautifully under her chocolate pelt as she planted her paws on the boundary line, ember eyes glowing mischeiviously as she looked about for perhaps a patroller. She had heard many great things of this darkened clan, and their home was unique in a way that reminded her of the old lands she used to roam until taken captive by a Twolegger and brought to live in a cold, shadowy place that reeked of antiseptic and something dangerous.
Tail thrashed about as she debated whether or not to yowl to get attention of the clan cats, though thoughts mingled with the dark ones of her past.
Mudfur shook her head, before raising her head to Silverpelt and mrrowling loudly to see if luck was leaning her way on this evening.
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Post by Sabrestar on May 29, 2006 13:52:47 GMT -5
"Your intrusion was not a clever one, loner. I suggest you make up for your stupidity by redeeming yourself. Duskclan does not appreciate soft-footed felines."
A silent shadow's smile curled within the darkness of the fallen night, the moon's thin cresent casting long, diabolical shadows upon the wheat grass of Sabrestar's Field. The wind brushed the scent of the Clanleader towards the newcomer, and she lay, crouched casually upon a rock besides a tree on the side of the clearing, completely knowing that her presence was shown. The female was a good four feet away from Mudfur. Her forepaws were crossed, long tail rested upon the cold surface of stone. She was small, smaller than the loner. But her gaze was striking, her muscles liquid steel. And she was beautiful - in every sense frightening. Her coat shimmered brilliant black, like oil upon glass surface. The two thin scars beneath her left eye only made her seem more dangerous, a small, mocking smile just barely twisting at her obsidian lips. Cold, icey eyes, silver/blue, stared unblinkingly towards the brown female ahead of her. Her fixed glare did not move. The feline's eyes were expressionless - but if the onlooker were to seek hard enough, there was a hint of taunting within the depths of steelblue.
"State your business for coming upon Duskclan territory."
Sabrestar's voice was soft, frosted algor. It was enough to send any cat's fur bristling.
Sabrestar isn't quite fond of intruders.
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Post by falina on May 29, 2006 16:50:42 GMT -5
How she simply ached to rip that feline's head from it's shoulders.... Teeth gritted sourly for a moment before resting back on her haunches. Dipping her head in quiet greeting, attempting to calm herself before speaking.
"M'name's Mudfur," The femme paused for a moment to think about how words should be respectful when speaking with Sabrestar before continuing, "And quite blunty, I've been looking for a clan to join. I understand that perhaps because you think yourself so independent that you may not want a 'soft foot loner' such as myself in the midsts of Duskclan..."
A shrug rolled over the feline's lithe shoulders, "Though I would serve under your reign without complaint...."
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Post by Sabrestar on May 29, 2006 17:07:53 GMT -5
"If I were independent, why would I lead a Clan?"
Sabrestar retorted, with a small mrrow of laughter, her eyes glittering with quiet innocence. She fell silent, scrutinizing the loner with extreme care, the tip of her blue-sheened tail twitching every-so-often. She took to a steady walk around the female, stepping a respectful distance away from her as she studied the muscular build of the feline that had stumbled so knowingly into Sabrestar's domain.
She halted to a stop in front of Mudfur once more, her eyes no longer mocking and cold. In fact, they were expressionless - all emotion hidden behind a wall of ice and glass. The American Curl's ear twitched.
"If you think you are a soft-footed loner, then why step upon Duskclan territory, knowing that we do not accept the weak?"
Sabre asked, her query genuine with a slight hint of bemusement. She sat down, continuing, not needing an answer to her question.
"You show the idealistic views of a promising Warrior, I admit to you."
See, what did I say? Sabrestar is clever, and yes, she can be mean - but she knows what she wants - and she will most likely get it.
"I will tell you this."
She reached out her muzzle, holding it so that she was just an inch away from Mudfur's nose.
"You respect me and my boundaries, and then you can join. You will be issued orders from me, and you will obey them. You will curse these lands with your pawsteps, gaurding our borders with a heart of stone. And in exchange for that, I will issue you the rank of Warrior. You will be free to roam our land, to sleep in our shelters, to eat our food, fight alongside with us, and have the power of Duskclan behind you. You will never be truly alone. But you must do my biddings. Then, may you truly be a part of my Clan."
Sabrestar drew back, pinning Mudfur down with a hard, solid stare, waiting for the loner to either accept or decline.
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Post by falina on May 29, 2006 17:20:50 GMT -5
"Never said I was a soft footed loner," Mudfur muttered softly, even though she had; body then recoiled as Sabrestar brought her muzzle close to the brown femmes, believing that the leader may of overheard the rogue's words.
Twas then to her own surprisement that Sabrestar was offering her a position in the clan... a home. It didn't seem completely directly, yet still. Ears pricked forward at the chance and head nodded, "I will." She responded, unblinking. It sounded like hard work and perhaps going nights without rest, but the chocolate pelted femme would hang onto it as if it were the only lifeline out in a million seas.
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Post by Sabrestar on May 29, 2006 17:31:05 GMT -5
"Then it is done. I am Sabrestar, of Duskclan. Stay true to your word, if you value your life. What is your name?"
The Leader studied her new member with a slight look of cold, unreflected interest, but she didn't have the dangerous, cutting threat within her voice like before.
ooc| Short. XD I gotta go eat dinner, and my creativity is running really, really low. x__x
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Post by falina on May 30, 2006 20:06:18 GMT -5
Nodding softly, the femme rose from her haunches, "Alright, Sabrestar... and my name hasn't changed, still is Mudfur." She would probably get a box at the ears for being a smartass, yet that was her.
She met the leader's gaze evenly, as if sizing the large cat up to attempt to forsee what life would be like... if all cats were like this one, then Mudfur would surely enjoy her stay.
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