And the pain; [it’s] s-l-i-p-p-i-n-g /away/

[Hiddenwrath]

Hiddenwrath moved, silent as she padded through the underbrush. Her white and light orange pelt, kept meticulous clean, was soft, almost reflecting the light.

Battle.

War.

Did her father want her to fight in such a terrifying battle? The she-cat didn’t know, although her loyalty to Kestrel ran deep, it was still a fearful matter.

How many of her clan mates would die?

So deep were the female’s thoughts as she wandered, she payed little heed to the territory around her…

[Shadow Spirit]

OOC: I would have to assume this is the new thread? XD

The heat in my veins is building...
Running through my limbs like acid...
I need to feel that wonderful...wretched touch...of blood on my paws...

Anarchy padded at the head of the group, the "assassination squad" as he referred to them. He didn't need a one of them, this was a job easily done on his own. The only reason he had them with him was because those BoneClan cats had insisted that they prove themselves as well. Having to travel with such a large company infuriated him. This mission could have been carried out so much more easily without so many reeking cats to signal their attack. Suddenly, his thoughts were broken by a glimpse of movement ahead.

"Everyone...silence..." he hissed, pointing out the stranger with his tail. It was obviously a she-cat, he could tell by her smell alone. Anarchy knew he could persuade this cat to follow him, his devillish charm was more than enough. "Listen...I can get her to come to us..." he whispered to the others. "It may take a bit...but if you all stay hidden, I can decieve her into thinking I fancy her...then you can all ambush her when I lead her across the boundaries...believe me, I've done it many times." He didn't want to, but he waited for their answer.

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Tragedy would have struggled not to laugh if she was still in touch with that center of her brain. She could not completely ignore Anarchy; one must factor in all variables. She signaled to where she was sure Pripiyat and Spiderlily were behind her. Trag whispered, barely a breath: We wait until he fails. Then, while she's trying to push him off, we strike. You know where to hit, yes? She didn't care whether or not he heard her; it wasn't about insulting him (even though she thought it would be a cold day in Hell before a female succumbed to his charms), but more that you never trusted emotions, even that of the enemy's. And you always planned for failure

What are your paws
stained with?

[Spiderlily]

Spiderlily snorted softly with amusement. The other tabby female’s words were true – and she knew she’d clearly enjoy seeing such a failure from the tom who gave himself such airs. A smirk placed itself on her face, and she nodded.

“Oh yes. I know.”

She moved, circling silently around through the brush that covered the border, until she was on the other side.

[Bovine]

Never in my
wildest
[ d r e a m s ]



The tiny kit's lack of weight left her leaving unheard pawsteps, approaching the small squad of BoneClan cats. She had slunk away from BoneClan lands and had followed their scents...She wanted to be a part of whatever this was. But she had no clue what she was getting herself into....what these cats were about to do was something she had never dreamed of doing, she had no comprehension of it...
But she wanted to be a part of this...
Blissfully unaware.

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

Pripiyat padded along, content and eerily silent. His leering grin was gone, at least for the moment, and he appeared to be almost sane.

At Tragedy's words, Pripyat glanced her way, his blue eyes containing their usual amusement as well as a calm certainty. "Of course," he mewed softly.

Then, with frightening suddenness, he jerked and turned his piercing stare to the RisingClanner.
Oh, poor kitty. What a sad day for her it was.

Pripyat smiled, and it was a grim, terrifying smile indeed.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Tragedy nodded to Spiderlily and Pripyat as she took up her position. It was good to have strong backup, she thought, sitting sphinx-like, watching her prey. But she froze even more (although that was close to impossible) upon hearing the entrance of the kit. One ear swiveled in Harrow's direction. Do. Not. Move.

What are your paws
stained with?

[Shadow Spirit]

To disable the heart...
Is to disable the soul...
Nothing reaches me...
Not any more...

Anarchy growled at Tragedy and the others. These rogues thought so little of him; thought he woud fail before he had even tried. He would show the bastards, this was his game.

"Watch and learn...then you will see how very wrong you are..." he said, a wicked look on his face. Then he slunk out of the undergrowth and padded toward the she-cat. His silver pelt gleamed in the sun, feral markings giving him a striking appearance. If this were truly a RisngClan cat, she should have the wits to scent him before she even saw him. Finally stepping into her view, he put on his best fake smile and sauntered up to her. If he was careful, she'd have no idea what was going on. Also he was thankful that, in the few short hours he'd spent on their lands, he hadn't picked up the distinctive BoneClan smell yet.

"Greetings miss," he purred, ever so sweetly. "I was simply wandering the area, but then I spotted you and I had to get a better look...what is your name?" The words rolled off his tongue like the sweetest nectar. He had done this so many times before, that it was eerily easy to fall into the style. Bright orange flames bored into the femme, observing every possible thing that he could use to his advantage. He hoped the cats that flanked him would remain quiet and not jump in too early.

[Kestrel]

Giddy, please don't post here. We should have posted that this is kinda a private thread ^^; For the moment.

[Lucky]

Ooc: Oh, ok, sorry...

[Hiddenwrath]

Indeed, Hiddenwrath scented the tom before he had appeared to approach her. This was perhaps his first saving grace – he hadn’t attempted to hide ad had approached in an open, friendly manner.

The pretty she-cat blinked, hazel eyes betraying her uncertainty. This was a first, and she was left completely bewildered with what to do, how to properly react…

One ear flicked back, the other pricked forward, trained on the tom. Ah, well he didn’t seem like he was any harm.

“It’s Hiddenwrath, sir.”

Ah, the she-cat had been raised right, she knew how to respect others and treat them with honor and kindness.

A very good mark for the to-be Boneclanners to take indeed.

“that can’t be the reason you’re here. Do you seek to join Risingclan? I’m sure that I can go get our leader to evaluate you my friend.”

A smile lit up her face – she did like to meet new cats and make friends. Hiddenwrath sat down, her back to the scattered undergrowth, and awaited his answer.

[Spiderlily]

Spiderlily crouched low. This was perfect! The Risingclan female had her back to her.

A fatal mistake.

The tabby barely moved, save to breath – although that was slight enough as it was – yellow eyes flicking to see what the others were doing. Murder she was used to – it would take some adjustment to learn to work with the others. Especially for one who was more used to killing alone.

Ah, but they weren’t to kill the female. Yet. She remembered the Boneclanner she-cat’s orders.

This one had to come back alive.

Pity.

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

Pripiyat was ready.

He watched, awaiting the signal to attack, looking upon the scene in amusement and dark, quiet glee.

"Ah, what a pretty kitty," he crooned softly, almost mockingly, his eyes on Hiddenwraith. She could not hear him from where she was, but his companions could.
"I could eat...her...up."
He ran his tongue acros the tip of one sharp fang, and it was clear that he meant what he said.

Oh, Pripyat, what a twisted mind you have.

He went on smiling that smile, the one that kinda made you want to run away.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Shadow Spirit]

I'll give you my heart...if you give me your soul...

Anarchy mentally sighed in relief. The silly she-cat had bought every word. He turned slightly, letting his briliant fur shine in the sparse sunlight. His sides glittered like all the stars of Silverpelt, and his orange orbs glistened with malicious intent. Though to the she-cat, it would all seem to be shameless flirting.

"I can't say that I came here with the desire to join your Clan...but if all the she-cats are as beautiful, then perhaps I would enjoy it..." he drawled on, turning up the charm to an almost sickening level for him. "Care to show me around a bit...by yourself of course..." "I swear my heart just flutters when I look at you..." Flattery was so pathetic, but it got the job done.

[Bovine]

Oh
Great StarClan


Harrow had no clue as to what these cats were planning for the unsuspecting she-cat. Her eye's widened as she heard Pripiyat's comment. Could he really mean it? It seemed like it.
Harrow gulped...what were these cats planning? It couldn't be good.
She felt terribly sorry for the she-cat, for whatever the soon-to-be BoneClanners had in store for her, couldn't be good.
Her skin flushed and every part of her felt icey and numb...she felt lightheaded.
She tried her hardest to not show it to the group, for now she felt especially wary...terrified in fact, in this company. She contemplated fleeing....would they catch her?
There was a good chance of it.
Oh great StarClan she felt sick.

[Hiddenwrath]

“Show you around? Where would you like to see?”

Of course, she would not take him into the camp – Hiddenwrath wasn’t that silly.

“Don’t be silly, there’s many other she-cats prettier than I am..”

Rah, he certainly was the flatterer. Her ears flicked slightly, still a bit uncertain. But this stranger didn’t scent of Boneclan, nor did he appear to mean any harm. Rising to her paws, she beckoned with her tail for the tom to follow, while she awaited his newest answer.

[Shadow Spirit]

She's been caught...now its all a matter of reeling her in...

Anarchy followed the she-cat, smirking to himself. This had been almost too easy and he couldn't wait to get deeper into it. His paws didn't make a sound as he padded across the melting snow after the femme. She was rather beautiful, now that he thought of it, her white and ginger pelt looked soft and well-groomed. None of it really mattered though, not in his mind, a place full of malice and evil. Orange orbs reflecting the sun's glow as he followed her into their enemy's territory.

"I'd really just wanted to get a look at the terrain...see what kind of things live here...you know...get a feel for it..." he crooned. The lies were threaded together as easily as a spider weaved her silk. "I didn't mean to come on so strongly before, but you really are a remarkable she-cat...lovely in this light..." His goal was to get her so infatuated, that she would never see it coming. The attack...

[Hiddenwrath]

“Well, I’m not sure how much help I can be showing you around, but there’s a good rabbit warren close by with some nice and plump rabbits ready for killing if you’re hungry.”

If it was infatuation that the tom sought, he’d be hard pressed to get it from the she-cat. She was flattered by his smooth words, but had yet to slip under his spell. Hiddenwrath was a kind cat, always had been. She was merely so far showing him only her natural kindness.

“By the way, my name is Hiddenwrath.”

[Shadow Spirit]

Line up for the execution...
You say we're not responsible...but we are...
It's all about power and what you can control...
Breaking the will and seizing the soul...

Her name actually caught him off guard, but many years of practiced posture made it look as if he never even took notice. Such a bizarre name for a seemingly kind she-cat. It made him curious, which could turn out badly for her...

"Hidden...wrath...?" he asked, taking time to draw out the syllables. "Such a brutal name for such a sweet cat...who on earth named you that?" As he spoke now, he walked in lomger strides, easily matching her pace. He fixed his orange gaze on her, feeling confident. It was working, but he would need more time...before his dark heart could completely draw her in...

[Hiddenwrath]

“The leader of the clan I came from, before I left it and choose to join this one. My base name was ‘Hidden’, and he added the ‘wrath’ on.”

But there was a fire, deep within those hues. Maybe there was more to the ‘wrath’ part of her name than that.

Much more.

Then again, the tom knew little, so little about her…and vice versa.

“You got a name, stranger?”