Panic
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Post by Panic on Apr 21, 2007 19:17:42 GMT -5
You're Only Running
The frightened little tomcat sped into the camp of BoneClan, not even realizing how many larger, intimidating cats were standing around him and sharing tongues, eating, or just handing around. He was chasing him. Him. That evil tomcat, dragging Kit Kat with him. Kit Kat was probably dead by now; that pretty little she-cat about his age that he'd met only a few hours before. She had chocolate coloured fur, and green eyes - a Havana Brown, by the classifications of Man. The black kitten's silver eyes were wide with terror. He scented his new friend's blood behind him; he was running with the wind, downwind of the insane tom and Kit Kat.
"Help me!"
His high-pitched shriek echoed throughout BoneClan camp, and he stopped, looking around wildly. Where could he hide? He was twitching horribly. He couldn't keep his mind on one of the cats; they all reminded him of his family, which reminded him of pain and sadness, which reminded him of Kit Kat, which reminded him of this thing chasing him, which reminded him of himself, which reminded him of these cats in the camp again.
Panic.
Don't.
Panic looked at a small den, protected by bramble bushes. He fled into the nursery, but a sandy she-cat with dark brown ears and a dark brown tailtip was in there with her kits. He let out a squeak of fright and leapt out of the den. There was nowhere he could hide; nowhere he could be safe. He felt so much emotion. Horror at the scent of Kit Kat's blood; sadness at the thought that his friend was going to die. Even boredness at the thought that he was being chased once again.
From Fear Itself
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Post by Pripyat on Apr 21, 2007 19:42:18 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me
Oh dear.
This was not Panic's lucky day, was it?
Pripyat bounded over logs and beneath low branches with instinctual ease. His mad blue eyes never shifted from the kit.
In his jaws, he held a brown cat, large for her age.
She was still alive; Pripyat's jaws were wrapped resolutely around the back of her neck, however, and from her position, her furiously lashing paws met only air.
"Pani--c!" she squalled in terror, but Pripyat's firm grip on her neck had all but throttled the breath from her, and her voice broke.
Pripyat was happy.
Kit Kat was nearly fainting with fear when the grip on her throat suddenly vanished.
The lanky, lean black tom had released her, and had taken a giant leap forward.
Pripyat swiped at Panic, grinning his gleeful lunatic grin. He would knock the kit over, then bite him. Bite him until he blacked out, then take him to Bane. Oh joy!
But a flash of motion caught his eye.
Kit Kat leaped to her paws, staggered, then raced away. She was dizzy, trembling all over; she knew that she must escape this hellish place or die.
...Pripyat was fast, though. He reached her in moments, and fell upon her -jaws wide, teeth gleaming- an instant later, like some great and terrible monster from old tales.
Little kit, you've chosen-- Death!
The BoneClan warrior grabbed her scruff and yanked her roughly to the ground in a flurry of dust. Leaning down, almost nonchalantly, he grabbed Kit Kat's throat in his jaws and lifted her.
This time he did not merely hold her immobile. No, this time he crushed her throat between his teeth. [ OMG violence. --> ] Blood sprayed from the wound in a high arc, splattering Pripyat's fur, pattering against the dusty ground.
Kit Kat died screaming.
Pripyat dropped the brown kit with a look of deep satasfaction on his face. His muzzle was stained with her blood, and his chest and neck were wet with it.
Blood marked the ground in fan-patterns, pooled around Kit Kat.
[ Violence over, yay xD ] Pripyat licked his lips, slowly, his blue eyes falling upon Panic.
He grinned. His teeth were terrible sharp.
"Hi, kitty," he meowed in a friendly way, but the blood on his fur was anything but.
He slaughtered Panic's friend; now, he padded slowly -almost stalked- toward the remaining half of the pair.
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Panic
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Post by Panic on Apr 21, 2007 20:14:51 GMT -5
You're Only Running
He turned fearfully, jerking and twitching nonstop. Oh, no...not his only friend. Kit Kat lay on the ground, her blood still spilling from her throat. This creature...he had killed his only friend. Panic felt a slight feeling of anger, but it soon passed as he saw the fangs of this thing. It was replaced with fear and terror for his own life...but who would miss him if he was killed? This BoneClan would surely get a kick out of it.
"Hi, kitty."
Panic glanced around wildly, his gray eyes wide and dull with terror. Pripyat was coming towards him. He backed away, only to run into a bush. He was cornered; he had no way out. Panic was going to die in this hell. Was it just time to give up? He crouched down, trembling. Panic was ready to feel his spine break, or feel his jugular being ripped out.
This was the end; Panic wasn't ready to die, but he knew that he wouldn't be missed.
From Fear Itself
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Post by Pripyat on Apr 21, 2007 20:27:43 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me
Pripyat moved to pin the nervous kit down. A drop of blood fell from the tip of one sharp fang and dropped into the dust.
"Do you want to play, kitty?" He hissed, half-amusement, half-savagery in his voice.
His blue eyes glinted, insane suns of violence. This black cat had killed his mother and his sister, and countless others.
There was something strange about him, about his face; he was like a hungry wolf. Surely it was unusual to fight the way he did, with his teeth.
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Panic
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Post by Panic on Apr 21, 2007 20:35:52 GMT -5
You're Only Running
"No..."
His whisper was barely audible, and a tear would have rolled down his cheek had he, as a cat, been able to cry. He didn't dare say it too loud, since he was frightened that Pripyat would only torture him longer. He crouched lower and curled his wiry little tail around himself, waiting for the demonic cat to just get it over with.
But...Panic didn't want to die. He had his whole life ahead of him; why would some one want to kill a potential member of BoneClan? Maybe if Pripyat kept him alive, he'd stay with this ruthless Clan of murderers and assassins and cannibals...but if he killed him, that would be another strong BoneClan warrior gone.
From Fear Itself
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Post by Pripyat on Apr 21, 2007 20:49:08 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me
Something like pity stirred halfheartedly in Pripyat. He really didn't like to kill kits; despite what that broken, blood-drenched body behind him said, killing kits didn't make him happy.
Or at least, as happy as killing adults did. Where was the fun and the skill and the challenge of killing something so young and weak?
Well, Pripyat would, in time, kill this kit. But not now.
"No killing for you yet," he meowed, then brought his paw down in an attempt to knock out -or at least disorient- the kit.
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Post by Panic on Apr 21, 2007 20:58:21 GMT -5
You're Only Running
He curled up into a little ball and rolled backwards and forwards, then jerked himself and sat up. He glared defiantly up at the wolflike tomcat, then shrank back at his strange confidence. His tail twitched, along with his entire body. But as Pripyat's paw hit his head, he instantly fell over and was knocked unconcious. Panic lay there, a small scrach over his left ear.
From Fear Itself
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Spiderlily
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Who must I meet on this path of crimson?
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Post by Spiderlily on Apr 21, 2007 21:14:08 GMT -5
Blood.
The she-cat stretched sinuously from her slumber at the faintest stench of that pooling crimson poison, tongue flicking out to run along her maw, pricking delicately over her fangs as if she could taste it by merely scenting it.
Oh.
A lovely wake-up.
Her tabby fur flicked, rippling like faint molten magma as her muscles shifted beneath that short pelt, paws carelessly taking her through the camp, away from the bush she had been slumbering under.
And to find a young she-cat’s body.
Pripyat was close. The poisoned lily could scent him, and the reek of fear from a young tomkit.
But she remained more interested in the body, for a moment. Jaws seized one leg, pulling until she could head the bones break with a twisted, sickening sound.
Ah, torture. If only the shekit had been still alive.
The executioner moved, finally padding to join her friend.
“Terrifying the masses again I see.”
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Post by Pripyat on Apr 21, 2007 21:21:43 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me
Crack.
Bone. Pripyat looked back over his shoulder and was pleased to see Spiderlilly. What a delightfully evil creature, no? Pripyat liked her.
His blue eyes tracked her progress as she made her way toward him.
"What else?" he meowed in amicable amusement, his voice softening.
He ran a claw lightly through the kit's dark fur. "This kitty is called Panic, and he has...volunteered...to join us in our evil plot to kill the kestrel."
He smiled at Spiderlilly, showing gleaming teeth. It was not particularly different from the manic grin he gave Panic before, but there was something in it that was different. He was a bloodthirsty bastard, sure, but not at Spiderlilly.
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Spiderlily
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Post by Spiderlily on Apr 21, 2007 21:46:34 GMT -5
There was hunger in the yellow gaze that lifted, matching Pripyat’s. It was a look that sent her eyes aglow, the slits flicking into a narrowed slit, and a wicked, dangerous, truly predatory smirk danced across her muzzle.
It was not the sort of hunger that no freshkill could ever satisfy.
To maim. Torture. Slaughter. Those were the stirrings that the demon gorged on, that flowed through her body like the corruption in her stained, painted blood.
Her gaze broke from Pripyat, as the killer turned to prod at the helpless kit’s unconscious form.
Should she main him now? Maybe break a leg in advance so to make sure he couldn’t try to get away too fast when the plan actually began to unfold.
…yes. That sounded good.
Her head bent, taking one of his backlegs into her maw, teeth sealing around it. Kits had such fragile bones; it would only really take a light pull to shatter it, really.
But then she dropped the leg, motioning to him with a paw.
“Would you like the honors?”
It would be truly rude to not offer Pripyat the first maim, and even though the she-cat was a hard, cruel thing, he was her one friend.
It wasn’t like she’d be rude to him, unless in play.
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Post by Pripyat on Apr 21, 2007 22:04:00 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me
Pripyat nodded his head, looking at Spiderlilly for a moment, not-quite-suprised, but almost. "Thank you," he meowed with honesty.
Then he lowered his head and grasped the kit's skinny foreleg in his powerful jaws.
His blue eyes flashed.
Crunch.
He splintered the kit's bone with a single bite. His bite was more powerful than most cats-- probably because he used his teeth to fight so often, while most cats used their claws.
Then the black tom stepped back, a faint grin playing across his lips.
"Your turn, Spiderlilly," he said graciously, in fine high spirits.
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Barbwire
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Post by Barbwire on Apr 21, 2007 22:51:33 GMT -5
"No..." Said a voice not far from behind them as a small golden-white cat stepped up to the plate. "I want a turn," She said with a ravaged smile. She was the spitting image of her father with her mothers dark points, and a more dusky brown in color. Either way, even to the naked cat's eye, she was the Daughter of Heartless and Goldenblaze. And even to the naked cat's eye could you see the blood-lust in her piercing eyes.
"Tell me, am I allowed a turn?" She asked, almost turning to the direction of her mother in a suggestive way. "I've not eaten in what appears to be moons and I am hungry," She said simply, looking at the cats around her, all older and quite larger than her.
"Now now, Barbwire, do not deprive these cats of their fun," Came the soft, but rather sinister voice of the golden-white tom. Goldenblaze. His eyes still burned with the fires of his lost kit. Hopefully she would live without those bastards customs. Perhaps she would pick up his beloved mate's habits even being away from her parents for so long. He hated the enemy cats who took his daughter, and he hated the specific cat who came up with the idea. Nevertheless, she had gotten away. It burned Goldenblaze to the fires of hell.
"Wait your turn, dear sweet," He purred, coming to stand behind his look-alike daughter, and rasping his tongue between her ears. She purred, looking up at him. Probably the only cat she showed affection to with exceptions to her mother. Even with her father's appearance, oh how she looked like her mother.
The tom leaned back on his flanks and peered at the struggling kit between the haggard cats. Compassion almost flared through his burning eyes. Not to show his weakness, never.. He just didn't believe in killing the innocent, particularly kits, when they could not defend himself. Not to say he disliked the cats of Boneclan and their bloodthirsty habits. Hell, his mate was the first of the clans, and he loved her with all he had. He looked up at them with hardened features. "Commence," He said lightly, turning his back on the kit and flicking his tail to find his mate.
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Post by Pripyat on Apr 21, 2007 23:19:54 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me
Pripyat shook his head at Barbwire, though not unkindly. With the exception of kits who strayed across his path when he was in his odd murderous moods (like Kit Kat, but any cat would do when he was struck by the mood), he wasn't actually that bad with kits.
Still, he was a lunatic.
"Oh no, we can't eat the kit. We can't kill him; he's needed for The Plan. He has to be kept alive," he explained.
Actually, he half-thought to himself, he almost wanted the kit to escape after the Plan was finished. Then, when the kit grew up, Pripyat could track him down and kill him...in a real fight, and eat him.
Pripyat purred at the thought. How utterly demented.
To Barbwire, he added, "But you can get in a few scratches. After Spiderlilly, of course." He threw Spiderlilly an odd, unreadable glance as he said that- "Light ones; we want the kit in half-decent condition for The Plan. I broke his leg to keep him from running away like his friend did. I don't want to rip out his throat." He was chattering away quite amicably, almost rambling.
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Post by Bane on Apr 22, 2007 5:26:19 GMT -5
ooc| Let's get this show on the road >)
"Quite the gentleman, Pripyat."
Bane stepped forth from his den, decorated with the blood of many a cat, and the glowing eyes of that idiotic cat at the front. The chaos below had awoken the King from his sleep; but he cared not, for the sight of the helpless kitten was one that made him grin. The tom stretched, almost looking rather stealthy as he did so, before leaping in one clean leap to the side of Pripyat. He sat slowly, observing the helpless kitten - yet to Bane, he looked like a mighty warrior.
"Don't fear us, kit. You are within the lands of the best, and should you behave, and do everything that is asked of you, your name shall go down in our history. Would you like that? Cats across the lands will hear your name, and praise you."
He was good with kittens, sometimes atleast. He gave an almost caring smile, before standing and giving a short purr of lustlike satisfaction. Turning his attention to Pripyat, Spiderlily, Goldenblaze and Heartless' own daughter, dear little Barbwire.
"Keep the kit here for a moment. I feel it's only fair he knows of his future."
The majestic tom leapt easily to the top of the rock within the centre, his head lifting high and letting out a yowl, almost in a wolflike manner. He hoped it to awaken all those of BoneClan, and for them to gather around the little kit, whom held the future of BoneClan. Bane's heart thumped, his mouth salivating, as he thought of the pain he would inflict upon dear Kestrel; he could already hear her screeching in pain, as her clan flees helplessly away. Another purr began to form within his throat, as he sat and patiently waited.
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(I'll carry on so as not to have to wait for everyone to appear)
As the crowd of assassins and warriors formed within the centre of camp, Bane's eyes peered over each and every one, pride swelling within him. A flick of the tail hoped to make them aware of his wish for silence - as the noise fell, Bane stood, his majestic, low voice penetrating throughout the camp.
"BoneClan, you all know of our plans, I hope. Today brings the first step to our beautiful revenge against RisingClan - in the form of this kit, Panic. I give my thanks to Pripyat for managing to find him - I trust you all not to torment the kit anymore, for he is our only hope of success.
All of you; eat, and eat well, for all of you shall play a major part within BoneClan history. Here are the plans; Pripyat, Spiderlily and Tragedy shall accompany the kit to the very edge of RisingClan territory. Hide, and wait for the arrival of the kestrel. Make sure it knows of the kit's presence. As soon as the bird is dead, let out a yowl - the rest of us shall be nearby, ready to go forward as soon as the bird is gone. It is then that you shall all attack mercilessly, at any RisingClan cat or otherwise. Razorblade - I trust you know how to fight as well as how to heal? If so, you shall join in, yet be on guard as should you see any BoneClan cat fall, heal - and quickly.
We will need a cat to stay within camp and guard the kits - it is a difficult choice, but Heartless shall have to be the one to stay. She is too valuable to lose, and I know Goldenblaze and her kits would rather she stay alive. If everybody is clear, then let it commence!"
Bane stood down from the rock, hoping to see his clan bound into action. He moved first toward his daughter, dearest Darkangel, the hair to the throne, and what a great leader she would one day make.
"You're in charge here, Darkangel. Gather the warriors, and make sure they are well prepared. As soon as I return, we leave."
Return, he says, for Bane had one last mission to complete before it all began. The large tom went over to Goldenblaze, smiling down at his wonderful daughter, Barbwire.
"Goldenblaze, you are to come with me. We go to DuskClan territory, and quick - I trust dearest Sabrestar will be more than willing to help an old friend."[/size]
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Panic
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Post by Panic on Apr 22, 2007 8:06:01 GMT -5
You're Only Running
The tiny little black scrap of fur woke as the king himself, Bane, came out of his den and into the open. He shook his head, and a few drops of blood spattered about him from the open cut on his ear. His silver-gray eyes were clouded with confusion for a moment, but then he remembered where he was and he tried to leaped up in fear. His back was arched and his fur stood on end, making him look at least twice his own size. But his leg was broken and he toppled over painfully. Bane spoke; his low voice seemed to calm the young Panic. The frightened, injured little tomcat watched as the cats gathered round.
"You are within the lands of the best, and should you behave, and do everything that is asked of you, your name shall go down in our history."
His tail lifted. His name in history?
"Cats across the lands will hear your name, and praise you."
Praise? Panic had never been praised before; Torment had made sure of that. All Torment gave him was torture, and his brothers helped, too. He lifted his head to look into Bane's eyes. One was green; the other, a milky white. He shrank back; the leader's gaze was too much for the little kit.
"Praise..."
He repeated, his tail twitching. His leg lay broken and it bent in awkward angles, but he barely noticed it now, although the pain was searing through him like blood. He looked around at all of the cats; murderers, assassins, even a cannibal or two. He had woken just before one kit, Barbwire, had asked to eat him.
But this plan. It seemed sneaky...but Panic was up for it. Killing a bird? What was the big deal about that? He pulled himself closer to Bane - more to get away from the cat who'd broken his leg, and the one who wanted to eat him - and nodded. He was looking more at his nose than his eyes; Panic was not the best at keeping a much more powerful cat's gaze.
"I want to go down in history."
He tried standing up, but couldn't move his leg and fell over again. Why had they broken his leg? Surely if they had just told him about the Plan he would have stayed? He slumped back down and rested his chin on his paws forlornly.
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Post by Darkangel on Apr 22, 2007 8:36:10 GMT -5
Oh, all hell shall come of this.
Waking the princess? Now, now, when will she find time to get her beauty sleep?
The sleek black femme emerged from her den, stretching elegantly. Her eyelids parted to reveal honey-coloured hues, shining with cunning. The only sign of her mother in her were the teardrop lines, the same honey-colour of those shining orbs, running along her sides and meeting at the very tip of her tail. And of course, those honey-coloured eyes of hers. She stepped silently into the light and padded to the front of the group of gathered BoneClan assassins and murderers.
Oh, and this sweet little kitten at the front, with the broken leg? Of course. He looked promising. He, under the hard training of the BoneClanners, would make a strong assassin for the Clan one day - even if he was just a snivelling little brat right now. She listened to her father's plan, sitting like the Egyptian cat goddess that she felt she was modeled after. Her head was slightly tipped to the side, and her ears were forward.
"Praise..."
Maybe hell could wait.
"Yes, praise."
Panic had spoken, and the heir to the throne herself stepped forward and whispered in his ear. The ebony she-cat's lips curved themselves into a devious smile, and her teeth were shown in that grin. Darkangel.
Maybe if you looked close enough, you could see the black wings of a fallen angel.
She lifted her head and the smile was gone as daddy dearest spoke. Ah, the young heiress was the babysitter here again? Of course, she adored the power, but if any cat came up to her with some silly problem like, 'We're bored!', then they'd have to find something other to do than bothering her. Her tail flicked and she padded to stand where Bane had just before, while her father left to speak with Goldenblaze. As the two padded out of camp in pursuit of Sabrestar, the young queen leaped onto the rock in the middle of the clearing.
"Right! Pripyat; Spiderlily; Tragedy! You three shall tell young Panic of the Plan in more detail. Razorblade! Get any herbs you will need ready, and if you must, get an apprentice or two to help carry them when we leave. Barbwire, dearie; Zinstorm - you two shall help Razorblade gather herbs until Bane returns. Do what he tells you, and put together as many herb packages as you can. Do not leave unless you are told you are allowed. If anybody is injured, we shall need as many herbs as possible to heal everybody."
Now, she growled silently, who else needs an assignment? She looked around the camp. Darkangel was a born leader. She looked at the other two kits - only one being Heartless's. Cinderstorm...and Lakekit.
"Cinderstorm; Lakekit. You two may help with the making of herb packages; if not, however, you shall stay in the nursery with Heartless. You will not come out until Bane is back from meeting with Sabrestar, unless Heartless leaves, too. Stay with her at all times -"
She cast a glance at the kit who did not share the cannibal's blood.
"-although one of you isn't hers."
Her tail flicked once more, and she leaped off of the rock, having given all the orders.
((Um, if Heartless is staying, does that mean Barbwire and the kits are staying too? This post ain't done.
Oh. And is Lakekit active?))
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Goldenblaze
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Post by Goldenblaze on Apr 22, 2007 11:49:04 GMT -5
[Well, Bane said that Razorblade was coming so i'm assuming Barbwire is accompanying too? Either way, I'm gonna have a hellofalotocats at this battle. ^^; And I'm plotting something in this battle.. -le gasp- I hope Umber comes back sooonnnn]
Goldenblaze turned his head in a lion like swing as his leader stepped gracefully from his den. It was indeed decorated with the eyes of a former murder, and Goldenblaze only wished he was there to see it. Then he realized what the kit was for...
To kill the kestrel..
Ah, so that's why they brought the kit into play here. He must've been pretty ingenious to think of such a plan even the elder cats of Boneclan couldn't come up with. Hrm.
Bane, he saw he had potential, and wasn't just a random chew toy his daughter seemed to think of it as. So somewhere along those lines, Goldenblaze had to have been right. Barbwire peered up, hiding any awe she had of the great leader, and rather disappointed that she couldn't just devour him whole. Perhaps she could have shared with mother dearest!!
And the way Bane spoke with the kit, it showed the great leader had some compassion, and not just a murderous fiend all the other clans seemed to think of him as.
... All but Sabrestar.
He watched as the dark tom leapt up to the height of a rock to address his clan. Goldenblaze stepped forward immediatly upon his wolf-like calling to them. And then he spoke.
His words made sense to the golden tom, and Bane's faithful follower. Even Barbwire appeared she had made sense of his words, and sat down between her father's paws. As soon as his orders were clear and circling the camp, he made a straight line for Goldenblaze. He gazed up at the leader with a level approach, and dipped his head with simple respect. "Bane, I shall accompany you pawstep for pawstep," He said with a calm attitude, getting to his paws.
Barbwire gave a hiss of exasperation as Darkangel got to her orders. Help Razorblade! And LISTEN to him nonetheless!! He groaned inwardly, but gave a lazy lope towards the medicine cat nonetheless. Even with her source of power as her mother, her mother would not disobey a direct order from the princess herself. She had to listen, or suffer. the. consequences..
Goldenblaze got to his feet, nudging his daughter forward, satisfied his mate would stay. As much as a key role she was to this clan, Bane was right. They needed her. He secretly added to himself that as soon as this battle was done and over in their favor, he would bring her out for a feast upon their enemies, and the leader cat that had stolen their daughter so long ago...
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Apr 22, 2007 11:59:04 GMT -5
"And what of me, Bane?" came the croaking voice of a mud-brown tom, stepping leniently over to the pair. He gave Goldenblaze a look of pure hatred. He thought he was Bane's favorite, but with this.. This /tom/ with him, perhaps he was wrong?
Perhaps he was forgotten so easily...
"Bane, I wish t' serve you in this battle. What be.. [cough] my command, t'this battle?" He wheezed. He gave a toothy grin, his single snaggle tooth jutting over his dirt and blood-stained lips. Sharpfang was not old, per say, but he had bad asthma is what one would call it. Perhaps useless, but he would serve Bane to the very end until it called for him.
He gave a dismissive flick of his tail, golden-brown eyes gleaming with anticipation of a fight. It was to take off soon, this battle, and the scarred tom knew it.
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Post by Pripyat on Apr 22, 2007 14:07:48 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me
Pripyat nodded at Bane's words, insantly snapping into 'serious' mode.
He watched Darkangel attentively, his feral blue eyes narrowed in concentration. There was no grin on his face now, no flicker of amusement. There was something strangely wolflike in his posture and expression; something wild and strong, and more than just a little savage too.
"Yes, young Queen," he meowed.
The dark tom reached over and gripped the kit's scruff- gently, this time. Now that this cat might someday become a potential comrade, Pripyat wasn't so keen to hurt him. Not because he was afraid of getting in touble, but because he was a loyal BoneClanner and cared, in his crazy roundabout way, for all members of said Clan.
He tried to lift Panic and help him to his paws, advising him in a low voice to keep his weight off his broken leg-- he'd get some herbs for it later.
"Now, Panic-- our Plan, sadly-" -and his voice sounded earnest now- "-Requires pain for you, small one. We will take you to RisingClan land, and torture you. I will try to harm you as little as possible, which will be easier if you're a good enough actor to pretend you're in pain, but we need some blood to show. Because that kestrel in RisingClan needs to see us hurting you and come down for a look. And then, we'll kill it.
Then maybe we can return you to camp to recover, and the rest of us will fight."
His blue eyes flashed in anticipation.
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Post by Bane on Apr 22, 2007 15:24:07 GMT -5
oc| I was thinking of not all kits coming along, only those that were needed for herbs etc. It'd be too dangerous for them all to be there.
Sharpfang.
How could Bane ever forget dear Sharpfang? The elder tom had been by Bane's side since the beginning of BoneClan - if the merciless king had such a desire for "friends", Sharpfang would be his closest. His deputy, and nonetheless the most devoted deputy to have ever step foot upon this land.
The assassin gave a sort of laugh, grinning slightly and flicking his tail with amusement.
"Gather the assassins, and prepare them for battle. You are lead assassin of this party; make sure they're all on best form. And... look after my daughter."
Bane said with what was almost compassion and fatherly worry. He knew Darkangel was a great leader, yet he was also aware of some of the clans dislike for her - should anybody rebel, he trusted Sharpfang to have them dead within seconds. He trusted Sharpfang was not one of the ones who saw dearest Darkangel as stuck up and good-for-nothing, hoping he had more sense than to hold grudges against who would possibly be this clans next leader.
Signalling to Goldenblaze to follow him, Bane left the camp, trusting it to be in good hands with both Sharpfang and Darkangel there to sort out any trouble.[/size]
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