dancewithme I a m t h e d e v i l

[Whitedevil]

<sub>S a y goodbye a s w e d a n c e withthe D e v i l t o n i g h t

Slim was he as he carefully slipped down the small rock from where he perched. Though it was summer, he knew it well, he travelled by night. More sinister and deadly at night was he. His coat lay in mottled stripes across his shining white coat, a pearly and ghostly color if there ever was one. His sage eyes gave a wise flicker as he announced himself fully in the moonlight. He trailed along a small ridge. Since the rogue meadows were peculiarly flat, he could probably be seen for miles.

But he didn't care... He almost dared them to come forth and attack. He knew he would win by intellects alone. He had powers to match the Lord Bane himself, perhaps, but he recognized power when he heard of his dark tales that shrouded him. After all, he was Whitedevil. He let his head rise to the occasion... Speaking of Bane, he could sense his followers nearaby, or even the Lord himself. But he stood proudly to accept their greeting.</sub>

[Bane]

ooc| Darkangel may handle this one ^^ Considering she be a warrior now.

[Whitedevil]

[Darkangel]

In any RisingClanner's fantasy, the sun would be shining, a nice, cool breeze would blow away the hot sticky summer warmth, and BoneClan would be demolished. But this was not any RisingClanner's fantasy: this was Darkangel's life. The sun was not shining - it was night, after all. Only the slightest breeze blew, and it was warm. And guess what else?

BoneClan was running strong as ever.

Yes, Bane, Sharpfang, and Darkangel ruled the same land Bane, Sharpfang, Kestrel, and Jet had divided up so evenly on that fateful day. The Daughter of the Dark Lord let out a cool hiss as she reared onto her hind legs to examine her land - er, her father's land. Nothing ... nothing ... nothing ... nothing ... Ah, here was something. A tom, a handsome one at that. Darkangel supposed it would only be polite to invite him to join the ranks of the Ruling Clan - not to mention that if he found the camp himself and escaped, there could be the horrible chance that he was a RisingClan spy. Bane didn't want his camp's location finding its way back to goody-two-paws Kestrel, now, did he? And what Bane wanted for BoneClan, Darkangel wanted for BoneClan.

Darkangel stretched, a long, luxurious stretch, as though she had never stretched in her entire life. Aah, much better. Now she would be loose for a battle, if the tom decided he'd try to leave. The BoneClan Princess reared back up again, just to make sure of his exact location, then dropped gracefully back down on her forepaws to greet the lovely visitor. Indeed, Darkangel helped her father with this duty often. Partly because she liked to meet each new BoneClan cat, partly because she just wanted somthing to do until she snuck into RisingClan's camp. When Darkangel was finally near Whitedevil, she let out an audible siiiiigh, and smiled.

"What brings a tom like you to BoneClan parts?"

Darkangel's clear mew was like honey. Poisonous, toxic honey.