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[bloodstorm]

((This is my first post as this character. D: Wooahcool. X3))

The heat of the mid-day sun was opressive. The air was thick and made breathing slightly difficult for Bloodstorm, particularily because of his northern heritage. He couldn't recall any greenleaf from his kithood being as darned roasting as this day was. All he could do was thank StarClan that it was his brother who was born with the long fur.

He sat upon the monster, the metal from the seat beginning to corrode away with thick red splotches. It rather reminded him of his sister's pelt. His mind flickered back to the old barn, that housed a dead monster identical to this one. He remembered his three sisters and his brother, but no matter how hard he tried he could not recall his mother's face. All he knew was that his pelt looked like hers, but without the darker stripes.

He shifted, snapping back to attention as a fly buzzed lazily by. He flicked his ear at the annoying sound the thing made, and resisted the urge to catch it and consume it. As he rearranged himself, the muscles that made him so bulky rippled under his pale fur. He was mainly white, though his pelt was a pale, dusty orange along his back, ontop of his head, along his tail and the sides of his legs. His eyes were a dull green-yellow, that seemed to just stare off into nothingness.

The fly attempted to land on his ear, and he flicked it away boredly. Why he was sitting here, doing nothing, he didn't know. He had his share of excitement the last few days, and this, as he decided to justify his bored state, was probly an alright way to relax a little. Yeah, that sounded good.

The fly then tried to land on his tail, but he flicked it before the buzzing annoyance had a chance. The fly strayed too close to his maw, and with a sudden snap and instinctive swallow, the fly was no more. "That'll teach ya," he grunted in his usual low meow.

He shifted his weight from paw to paw, not knowing what to expect. He faced the west, looking out over the seemingly endless plains ahead of him. His whiskers twitched for a moment, as he complained in his mind about the heat. You'd have to be crazy to think you can live a peaceful, relaxed life in a place with heat like this.

He grunted, as he shifted his lazy behind one more time. At least a breeze would be nice, but the air is so still.... He grunted again, out of a rather grumpy mood. His only plans were to sit and grumble about the weather, and think empty thoughts. He did that often, just staring off into nothing and allowing his mind to just collapse in on itself and do nothing. It was a horrid habit of his, to be sure, but he was too laid-back to care.

[Bane]

(Here comes Baney )

The slick, dark tom made his way toward where he thought this abandoned monster might be, his pace proving that he wasn't in any rush to get to it. The mid-day sun was roasting his back - one of the downsides of being completely black. His single eye flitted from side to side, his nose lowering to the ground every now and then to see if he could scent the vulgar human device. He could only scent dogs or humans, not their damn contraption! Bane was ready to give up, decide he didn't need a bloody clan. He grunted to himself, lowering onto battered hind haunches.

and it was just then that he spotted the monster, about a hundred metres to the side. It looked different to the other monsters he had seen - it's back legs were larger, and it had no back, just an empty open space. Bane grunted again, and made his way over, making sure his scent was downwind and he didn't move a single blade of grass. Just like he'd learnt since kithood. An odd shape was upon the monster, a pale white feline it appeared. Was this the loner Sabrestar had talked about? Bane would find out soon enough... the obsidian feline made his way to the bottom of the tractor, then swiftly leapt onto it's surface, making not a single sound.

"Boo," he said unenthusiastically, but in a creepy, low growl. He stepped over to the feline, his body towering over it's as it seemed intent on just resting. "Anything in particular you're here for? Or are you just bathing, hoping for a tan?"

Bane snorted, his eyes expressionless and his rims not even twitching with a smile. This tom better think carefully about his answer - even if Bane was just a warrior at the moment, he still had a better ranking than the damn loner, and wasn't scared to show him the door of the grim reapers house.[/size]

[bloodstorm]

((Ack, I had this almost done being writen and... the power went out. -sobsob-))

"Eh?" He said, slowing turning his head to look at Bane. At the same moment, his tail and his ear flicked in the black tom's direction. His dull yellow-green eyes only revealed pure bordem. The cat's appearance might as well have never happened, and Bloostorm would have the same abnormal calmness about him. Another fly buzzed onto his ear, and he flicked it off.

The pale tom generally didn't have much more of a reaction, other than staring blankly at Bane. Just... staring. Not searching, not a questioning glance, just blankly looking at this other cat. This other fly returned, landing on his shoulder. His muscles in that leg twitched, and the fly went buzzing away once again.

After a few moments, Bloodstorm grunted as he shifted himself again. He couldn't help but mentally note that this cat was small... the way he did with every cat. Bloodstorm was rather - hell, he was damn well massive. His gaze went back to staring blankly at the horizion.

He had heard Bane's question, but it wasn't until quite a while later he bothered to respond. The flat monotony of his tone made it seem as though he had just barely decided to answer. "No, I'm just ...doing nothing."

His statement was bland and true. He was doing nothing, and he really didn't care. Such was Bloodstorm's way.

[Bane]

(d'aww D; sorry for the long waits, but I'sa back and shall reply to ye quicker now x3 Also, Bane's also rather big, but granted he's still probably smaller than Bloody :3 doesn't mean he's any worse though -pokes tongue out-)

Bane looked unamused as the tom showed pure boredom to his appearance. His tail twitched in irritation, his dark fur bristling slightly. Did this ignorant tom have a deathwish? Doing nothing, in the middle of Duskclan territory? And acting as if it was okay to invade this land. The shadow tom growled in a low tone, and spoke in deathly calm, almost in a threatening manner.

"Wrong answer. This is DuskClan territory, only a kit with no sense of smell would not have noticed the markings on the border. And you are not a DuskClan warrior, correct? Therefore you shouldn't be here doing nothing. In which case, you better move your furry ass before it gets kicked."

Bane's icy glare kept firm on the tom in a threatening manner. He didn't care what Sabrestar said about not scaring him off, if he was this stupid then he didn't deserve a place in this clan anyway. His un-ripped ear flicked irritably as the flies began to bug him, his pelt already hot from the sun that it soaked up. Deciding to make this brute's chance of survival a little easier, the tom decided to carry on. Even if Bane would kill this tom if he was given a chance, he had to obey Sabrestar somewhat.

"I was sent here by Sabrestar, leader of DuskClan. If it's a place in the clan you're after, then I was sent to see if you're worthwhile of a part... but at the moment you'll need to do something pretty good in order to bump up your score, if a place is indeed what you're after."

Bane snorted, sitting down and his ear flicking several times once more. His claws flexed, itching to rip through feline skin like the old times. He was already salivating at the thought of tasting feline blood and flesh. But of course, this may not end up as a fight. You never know, the tom could do something to bump up his score without a battle. But what, Bane didn't know. He watched the bastard for a while longer, speaking one final time with a firm tone. A cunning grin slided into view, as he decided to make this more interesting than just name, business and congratulations, your in. Claws flexed visibly, scraping the paint off the tractor. He yawned widely also, showing his boredom, as well as his teeth.

"So state your name and business - you have 10 seconds to impress me."[/size]

[bloodstorm]

((Heh, yeah, Bloodst is massive, and thinks of EVERYTHING as being smaller than himself ))

Bloodstorm just shrugged. "I smelt them, yes, but such scents mean nothing to me..." he admitted, without adding the 'as of yet' which was on the tip of his toung.

Apathetic as he may be, he does have a lsight sense of humour at times. And Bane's comment about moving his furry ass brought out Bloodst's smart-assed side. He began to rub his bottom back and forth (gently) on the monster.

"This enough movement fer ya?" he grunted in a serious tone. He ceased his random outburst of stupidity, having secretly amsued himself. But his face was still serious and emotionless.

Finally, his eyes flitted back to Bane. "I never considered joining this Clan, but now that I think about it..." His eyes tore back to the horizion. "Something to do to pass the time." he murmered.

That damned fly strayed too close to Bloodst again, and much like he did with the first one, he easily snatched it up in his mouth and swallowed it. His pink toung darted across his maw for a moment, and his white whiskers wiggled as his face twisted. "This damn heat might not be worth the stay, however." He said, more to himself than to the black tom.

Bloodst sighed heavily, after a few seconds, he sharply responded, "I don't feel I have to impress you, nor do I want to. I'm Bloodstorm. Like I said, I'm not doing anything, and be certain that I certainly don't want to be running around making you happy." There, he said it. Normally, he would easily accept a good scrap, but this heat was getting to him and if he could avoid making nay movement he'd be pleased.

[Bane]

The black tom glared icily at the tom, a fire burning even in his blind eye. He kept sat, counting to ten in his head. Then time was up, and he hadn’t been impressed. It sounded like the tom just wanted a part of the clan to cure his boredom, well that didn’t seem like a good enough reason. After the ten seconds, Bane instantly leapt, aiming – despite the tom’s size – to pin him, one paw aiming to push against his shoulder and the other on his maw. Claws were extended to make the pain more so, and Bane hissed in the tom’s face. The shadow brute may be smaller, but he still had strength, and experience since kithood. Sabrestar had told him not to fight the tom yet, but he couldn’t resist. Besides, it wasn’t a fight as such, more teaching him when to use his tongue.

”Don’t you dare mock me ever again. Time’s up, and I’m not impressed. You want part of this clan just to cure your apathy? Go join the other clans, where they might accept losers like you. DuskClan needs warriors that actually have a use, and what use do you have? You can mock me with your idiotic jokes and sunbathe?”

Bane hissed, his words dripping out like venom from a snake. He seriously hoped Sabrestar would not accept this loony; he would only cause trouble. The tom pushed his paws down harder, hoping that his claws might pierce skin. What now? Bane didn’t want to leave this tom here, in DuskClan territory where he could do whatever he might want, but those were Sabrestar’s orders. She must be loony. But if Bane wanted to stay in the clan, he’d have to listen to her, despite how badly he didn’t want to. The tom pushed his paws down harder, then leapt off, moving slowly to the lowest part of the tractor then lowering as if to leap down, but not before looking to the tom.

”Shame it’s not my choice if you get in or not. Stay here if you seriously want to join this clan. Sabrestar will come and judge you herself.”

With that, the tom leapt down, his tail almost touching the ground and his ears twitching as the flies followed him. He longed for shelter from the sun, so that his back would not burn. But he supposed it was something he’d have to get used to, what with the whole clan just being wheat field after wheat field. Eventually the tom was lost within the tall stems of wheat, the only thing marking his stay were the paw prints on the tractor.[/size]

[falina]

Muscles flexed with entertainment as she watched Bane stalk off. Mudfur laughed softly as she appeared from the wheat's long yellow stalks, "My, my, you made his day, did you not, stranger?" White tipped tail twitched as she studied the outsider , her claws digging into the earth. She appreciated the rogue's lazy being as much as Bane had, though she decided that she wanted to have her fun.

The feline leapt aboard a wheel of the tractor and stared at Blood, "So what's a lazy, fat pelt such as yourself doing in Duskclan territory?" She murred, "Don't you have anything better to do than, nothing?" The femme wrapped her long tail about her paws, ember hues unblinking as they sized up the large tom.

[bloodstorm]

((I'm dnrskingh on and must leave very shortly. I don't have the time to make Bloodst react to Bane that much, so he's going to be even lazier - which is seriously killing me here. DX))

Bloodstorm sensed that Bane wasn't the patient type, and really wasn't too surprised by the tackle. He merely grunted, and ignored the claws. He manged to twist away, out of the toms grip, just before Bane had risen. "First off, tom, I ain't here to sunbathe. I hate this damn heat. Second off, I'm quite happy with my apathy as it took many moons to gain it. And something to do, such as serve a clan, is way damned better'n sittin' on m'lazy ass all day, don't'cha think?" Bloodst muttered this whole thing darkly, while glaring at the tom. He knew he brought it on himself, but he really didn't care. The heat made him grumpy, and he hated it for that.

His lazy eyes watched the black tom slip away, and he fealt almost pleased that he left. Really, he couldn't care less if the tom came or went.

Aha, and then he got another visit. This time, she-cat. If there was one thing Bloodst knew, it was to always treat a female with respect. He nodded his head in greeting. His maw twitched for a moment, as though he considered smirking. "I could care less if I made his day or ruined it." He shrugged.

His white whiskers twitched at the insult. "I'm not lazy," he corrected, "I'm just unmotivated." He shifted his weight again, muscles ripling. He didn't care too much about the fat comment, he wasn't fat, he was just bulky.

"Better than nothing? When you find something I'll prefer to nothing," he grinned, "let me know. Of course, meeting she-cats like yourself doesn't count." He added, toning down his grin. He said it in a joking tone, not so much a womanizing one. He was too "unmotivated" to try picking up on she-cats.

"So, then," he stated flatly, "Are you gonna give me a name, unlike Mr. Grumpy-tail?" He asked, flicking his tail in the direction Bane vanished. He made it a point not to use fowl language in the presence of a she-cat. He may be a lazy, slightly arrogant idiot, but his kithood taught him somthing useful; when provoked, females could be very, very scary.

[falina]

Tilts her head to the side, "Tis Mudfur, if you will... and there are many reasons to be motivated as there is to be unmotivated." Tail twitched as she paused to lick her shoulder to smooth the semi ruffled fur before turning to face the tom once more.

"Life is a wonderful thing... an adventure to be lived. I cannot understand how one could just sit around and watch it go by before their very eyes. If you shut them for a moment before opening ... you can see that everything has changed."

"Unmotivation can be very easily solved... such as coming into our clan's borders and being attacked by another feline. Quite lucky that Bane did not decide to tear you apart... or perhaps that would of gotten you motivated?"

Half the time, the she-cat didn't understand a word she said, and it may of been doubtful that Bloodst understood either. Ah well, worth a shot.

[bloodstorm]

He sat silently, listening carefully to her every word.

He lay down, curling his pawns underneath him, as he gazed curiously at the she-cat. "I see your point," he admitted, then sat silently for a moment. Not long after, he spoke.

"I may not be the ambitious type, but I definately have not just watched the world slip on by. I've done more living than many seem to assume. I've aged beyond my years, if you will." He remembered hearing his sister say those words, and he knew it only to be true. His siblings and himself have been through hell and back, and it really tends to make one appriciate being able to sit back and relax. He decided not to tell Mudfur that, however.

After a moment, he rose to his feet. "It's only fair I tell you my name, Mudfur." He told her. "They call me Bloodstorm." he shrugged.

[Sabrestar]

"You are lucky Bane didn't pluck your eyes out, Loner. You should show respect to the Warriors of the territory you have just trespassed upon. Sit up. Now."

The authoritive hiss of Sabrestar, sounding strict although edged cruelly with a hint of dangerous amusement, followed Bloodstorm's name, a silent shadow's snarl glittering like a diamond in the night. From the trees surrounding the Dead Tractor, a rustle revealed the presence of the Duskclan Leader. There was a shadow that flitted across those branches, a creak of wood cracking beneath the weight of the lithe female,
and the feline dropped from the trees, landing just half an inch away from the tom's tail.
Icey-blue, silver eyes stared down unblinkingly towards Bloodstorm, her lip curling. Her beautiful face, now a look of emotionless stone, curved into a slight-smile. She looked calm - venomously calm. But the slight dislike Sabrestar amassed for this tom was betrayed within the cold flash within her eyes.

"What are you doing here, besides wasting my time? Surely you do not wish to join my Clan - seeing that you are lazy, shiftless, unmotivated."

A taunting smirk curled at her lips. Sabrestar stepped back. She anticipated anything the tom could throw at her; her gaze was that of a hawks; always watching, always ready.

[bloodstorm]

((Aw, the poor Sabre is hopin' for a fight but most likely wont get one D: ... XD))

"Gah!" His tail twitched in surprise, and he looked back at the sudden landing of the leader, ears perked, eyes narrowed. His tail flicked slightly, and his sudden sense of alarm began to fade. He had been so preoccupied talking to Mudfur, he hadn't caught on to Sabrestar's presence. He made a little half-turn, so Mudfur was on his left and so that the new arrival was on his right.

He listened calmly to the she-cat's words, eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't take kindly to cats that sneak up on him like that. His white paws shuffled, as he grunted, again shifting his position. He was restless.

"I," he stated, "am not lazy." He signed heavily. When would someone realize that motivation could come easily, if given the right nudge?

"Well, lady," he said, avoiding any tone with negative impact, "I may just very well be here to find away to purge myself of unmotivation, correct? What if joining this clan that lives here is just the thing to give me reason?" He asked.

That's how he liked to retort to things. He didn't shout insults, or try to prove them wrong, or force his view on them, he questioned their words. It was effective, in his mind, and he felt it was more civilized than being a forceful ass.

[falina]

Averting her gaze so not to bring her leader's anger upon herself, Mudfur remained silent as she stepped down from the tractor. Tail twitched with slight anticipation as she turned and sat down, head canted to the side slightly as orange optics narrowed to watch. She would probably get snarled at... but hey.

[Sabrestar]

Sabrestar tilted her head to her right, a mischevious smile just barely touching at her features, but enough to be shown through. With one smooth movement and a graceful twist of muscles beneath shining ink black fur, the Duskclan Leader leapt up onto the Monster, settling herself in the worn out leather seat of the Tractor. She hung down, watching Bloodstorm with fiery blue eyes, resting her muzzle on crossed paws. Her tail waved high behind her.
"Will joining this clan be your reason for purging unmotivation? If so, I think that can be arranged."
The pretty female's lips curled further into a more noticable smile, turning her gaze down onto her claws, unsheathing them each one at a time. They were a strange, silver-steel looking material - stretching a heinous five inches in lenght. They glinted like ice within the sun's pale light.
Resting her paw onto the cold, steel surface of the Tractor, she dug her claws into the metal, bringing her paw forcefully to the right - resulting in a flash of sparks and a screech that sounded like ten inch nails on a chalkboard. She raised her paw, satisfied at her new sharpened nails.
"I will offer you a proposition, Loner. You get off your unmotivated ass and be motivated, and you can have a spot in my Clan. Deal?"

[/size]

[bloodstorm]

((Gonna be small. I are project-working on. But simple is sometimes good, no?))

His ear flicked as she landed on the tractor.

He winced as her claws raked across the metal.

He still felt uncomfortable in this damned heat.

He shrugged, to partially answer her question, then added, "Sounds about right to me."

((It's so small I'm almost in tears. I kid you not. I'm so sorry T_T))

[falina]

Snort emitted through flared nostrils as Mudfur stood and retreated back into the fields, bidding neither of the twosome farewell and uncaring for what disrespect that Sabrestar may draw from it. The femme yawned as tail brushed along the stalks of wheat, ember optics glimmering as ears pricked. Silly little rabbit; coming out when cats happened to be.

Mudfur wasn't the best huntress the clanlands could bear witness to see, but she sure as well wasn't the worst either.

Form crouched closer to the ground as gaze widened, following the foolish lapine. Muscles and sinew bulged slightly as the female drew herself up before springing foreward when the rabbit had stopped to nibble on a stray blade of wheat.

Long ears flopped foreward as the creature let out a squeak of surprise; it's feet a simple blur underneath it's pudgy form. Mud could of jumped in the air with glee, laughing from the thrill of the chase.

Darting to the side, she cut off the rabbit's swift turn for a burrow and swooped her paw to trip the creature up, catching it upon the underbelly and sweeping herself atop it's back, jaws searching for the neck.

The struggle to kill lasted several minutes until the animal finally ceased to breath.

The chocolate and crimson hued female lifted the rabbit up proudly within her jaws, tail swaying behind her, as she took it back to camp for the kill pile.


[[Yey boredom. >3]]