-:Love These Screams Like I Do:-

[Hawkclaw]

"GET BACK HERE, BLOODY CAT!"

The screech of a twoleg with a broom. What a riveting sound it was. Hawkclaw ran as fast as his legs would take him - which inevitably was faster than the fat twoleg with the broom. Some sort of plump thing was limp in his jaws, like a mouse but much bigger and fatter. It had been running around in the garden like a lost cause, and looked like easy prey.

"Wwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! My guinea pig! MARSHMELLOOOOOWWW!!!"

A littler version of the fat twoleg's wails could be heard even this far away from their little cottage. Gutted! Hawkclaw laughed cruelly, leaping over their fence with ease, landing in the dense fields behind it and disappearing into the wheat stems. After half a mile or so of running, he finally stopped, deciding that here was a safe place. He placed his prey on the ground, and sliced it's throat open with a single, extra long claw. It didn't even have time to squeal.

So this white and brown thing, it was a guinea pig? What a stupid name! And weren't pigs those things you find at farms? Pah. But still, it was larger than most prey he had found beforehand, and who would say no to an easy bit of meat? He tucked in without haste, only finishing when all was left was it's carcass. He briefly licked his jowls - wow, it even tasted better! Roughly, the Coon flicked some dust over the remains, before setting off at a brisk pace.

It wasn't long before he realised he must be in someone's territory - he could scent other cats, and they smelt kind of like that cats he had lived with before. Clan cats? There were more of them elsewhere in the world? Maybe it was DuskClan territory! His hackles raised slightly and his long, fluffy tail twitched in excitement. After a few more metres walking, the handsome young tom stopped and sat down, assuming that this place was the borders. There were many scents of different cats, most of which smelt like rogues or loners.

As the wait began, the black tortoiseshell gave himself a more thorough clean, though his hazel/gold eyes looked up every now and then and despite appearing vulnerable, he was alert. Maybe he'd finally get to meet Sabrestar, the one he had heard about in random stranger's tales he had heard whilst travelling. My, wouldn't that be cool.

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[Sabrestar]

She's a dwelling place for demons....
She's a cage for every unclean spirit,
every filthy bird that makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Fallen now is Babylon the Great.

There was a sudden shadow, slipping across the darkness, darker than all the other shades of night; breaking the peace above the canopy of trees surrounding Duskclan's Wheat Fields - in which Sabrestar reigned as Mistress. There was a soft sway, too quiet to be suspicious, as if the wind just barely touched the leaf-littered boughs of oaks and maples.
However, any wise feline who had heard of any stories about the infamous Duskclan Leader would already be on their paws - watching, listening, suddenly shoved into this state of alert and danger. Because - everyone knows how stealthy, how deadly Sabrestar is. Of course. The slightest flicker of a shadow could mean her presence; and one could never be too sure when it comes to the Shadow Stalker.

The city dressed in jewels and gold, fine linen, myrrh and pearls
Her plagues will come all at once as her mourners watch her burn -
Destroyed in an hour.
Merchants and captains of the world, sailors, navigators too,
Will weep and mourn this loss as her sins piled to the sky,

The Beast and the Harlot...

"And what might you be doing here? Surely a lowly Loner like you would be clever enough to scent out our boundaries between the civilized and the wild, no?"

There it was - the unmistakable voice of Sabrestar. It was soft, edged, but smooth like velvet. There was a mocking purr to each of her words, tainted with venom and stoicality to masqeurade her true emotions.
There was a flash of fur, black as ink, sleek and shining -
A glitter of icey-silver blue eyes -
And the amazingly small Duskclan Leader fell from above, the boughs swaying from where she once was.
However her size, brilliant muscles and sinew swam beneath the coat of obsidian, beautiful face a look of complete innocence and cunning fake. Just two small things marred her seemingly flawless face - two small scars under her left eye, in which a captivating story will unfold how they came to be.
But that's for another time.

The pretty little Leader tilted her head to one said, awaiting an answer.

The day has come for all us sinners,
If you're not a servant, you'll be struck to the ground.
Flee the burning, greedy city,
Looking back to her to see there's nothing around...

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[Hawkclaw]

Hawkclaw's ears pricked at the sound of another, one he had felt nearby but hadn't let themselves be seen. His hackles had been raised slightly, and orbs constantly alert.

That voice. Stained with mockery but still flowing like a river. Hawkclaw almost fell in love.

When the sleek, shadowed figure that was unmistakeable Sabrestar swept infront of him, the Tortoiseshell Coon seemed to stand to attention. His hazel gaze fixed on her own icy-blue one, admiring the way her head tilted, and she seemed to fake innocence. A sheepish grin curled the corners of the handsome tom's rims, his whiskers twitching and his black with mottled toffee pelt swayed slightly in the wind.

"Of course I do."

Came his own voice, low like any man's voice should be, but it wasn't gruff. The pretty tom gave a short nod, observing the leader's sleek form.

"I'm on your border for a reason, it seems. They call me Hawkclaw - is this the DuskClan I have heard so much about?"

The young Coon asked, his own head tilting slightly. He seemed to be acting like an ordinary young tom, there was no darker side appearing to shine through. He still had hormones raging through him from his teenage years. But you haven't angered him yet, haven't seen him in the heat of battle. He still had to let go of his kitten-self, before his full potential could be revealed. But even now, if you looked, you would see a glint of something in his dark gold orbs - something like menace.

Dear diary, my teen angst has a body count...

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[Sabrestar]

I believe it's six, going on seven now...


"And what is that reason, pretty boy?"

Sabrestar cooed, sitting down, wrapping her neat, sleekly-groomed tail around reclined haunches, dainty paws pressed lightly upon the dusty mud beneath her. Long ears swiveled around first behind, then back front, her slender muzzle raised just slightly with the air of a Queen.

In equivalent to human years, Sabre would probably be around 18 - 19; fresh out of her teenhood.
The Duskclan Leader could not deny Hawkclaw; and how he was handsome, pretty-eyed, strong. It's not often that a really handsome male comes part these ways; and if he stumbled across Duskclan's Lands, he most likely is not soft-footed either - a certain plus.

Sabrestar took note of the grin slowly spreading across his lips, and likewise felt a smile slip down that flawless black muzzle of hers.

"Why, yes, this is Duskclan. Are you impressed with it so far, Loner?"

Each word curled with an amused purr, blue-silver eyes glittering like twin chips of ice as she pressed the male further, tail curling mischeviously, head still tipped quizically to one side.


Isn't this exactly where you'd like me,
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.
Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me,
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.

Praying for love and paying in naivety...

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[Hawkclaw]

A light shrug, and Hawkclaw lowered himself to a sit aswell.

"Acceptance, maybe?"

He asked, his tongue running another lap around his jaws briskly, and his long fluffy tail curling around his paws. Boy, to be accepted into DuskClan. He'd been a member of the equivalent to DuskClan in another land, but it hadn't been the same. And they had brought him up to believe that some random queen was his mother. ut if that was so, howcome he didn't get that feeling of warmth and safety around her, that every kit gets when they're with their mother? They were idiots really, to think that Hawkclaw would believe their story.

He'd moved to start afresh, and maybe to find his real family. What a great start it'd be to be accepted as a member of DuskClan.

"Never judge a book by it's cover, some say. I've not yet seen the full potential of your clan, merely heard stories, but I get a feeling that it's gonna be impressive. Heck, what clan can't be impressive when it's lead by someone such as yourself?"

He smiled, a genuine smile which lit up his features. His eyes glimmered... with admiration, with hope, but then that hint of menace still remained. He'd heard many stories from loner's who travelled like him, and though he didn't believe them, there must have been a reason for why they were made up. There were stories of a clan who fed upon other clan members - obviously untrue, but there must have been a reason why such a gruesome story was made up.

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[Sabrestar]

"You're acting softer than you really are, loner."

Sabrestar noticed amusedly, eyes glittering, reflecting the tom's handsome face within their cold depths of blue and silver.

"Flattering."

The Duskclan Mistress turned her head slowly, once again scrutinizing the male with an eye she did not have before - and hidden beneath all the icey layers of emotionless masks, there was a hint of satisfaction to the way the male carried himself; the strenght within his muscles, the smooth movement of his body, knowing that - even if he did not seem as "evil" as she would have favored - that Hawkclan would be an impressive addition to the Clan. But, once again, Duskclan needs the cold-heartedness to keep its reputation; not only the strenght of its warriors. The pretty little female sat up a little straighter.

"If I gave you acceptance, what would you give to me in return?"

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[Hawkclaw]

Hawkclaw gave a small sheepish grin - his trademark you could say. His grin revealed razor sharp fangs, and he flexed his hawk-like claws on the ground, digging mini trenches. His hazel orbs glittered with more menace this time, as she asked what he could give to her. Oh my, what couldn't he give to her?

"It's true I suppose - maybe I am too soft. But who can resist a young, soft, handsome tom? Give 'em a bit of a shock when you turn on them. My, how else have I managed to keep myself amused during the long journey here?"

He gave a small chuckle, remembering the journey he had had from his old home to here. He'd befriended many loner's, only to kill them and take all their food and herbs. Sure, he could have hunted for himself, but where's the fun in that? It's also great fun to act like the friendly stray cat to the twolegs, one for the free milk but also if they have any other pets, they could make quite a nice meal or he could just completely ruin their whole house. Ah, that was what you call fun.

"I think the question is what can't I offer you, my lady. I will give you my utter respect, and total loyalty. I am young, but not unexperienced. I have strength, cunning, wits, and know how to use other people's strengths to my advantage. But one thing I can't give you is boredom. I'm not you're traditional 'evil' kitty, in other words boring. I like my fun, and a good old song everynow and then can't go amiss."

If she didn't accept him, then he wouldn't be too disappointed. No matter how much he admired DuskClan, there were always other clans further on he could try his luck in. The hawk could always fly elsewhere ;3

ooc| such a crap post, sorry >.<;[/size]

[Sabrestar]

ooc| -crumple die-
M'kay, we're still continuing this rp - but can he have automatic acceptance for the Gathering? He can be Sabrestar's new toy. (:
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[Hawkclaw]

ooc| xDD tha's fine by me. <33[/size]