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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 7, 2007 19:50:16 GMT -5
Special
You think you're special
You do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me
You walk around on me
Just one more fight
About your leadership
And I will straight up
Leave your sh*t
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed
Yeah
This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way, or the highway!
Bright eyes, drawing you in and never letting you go. Brilliant hues that terrify and seduce...demon eyes...
A flash of silver fur, the whip of a tail. Chaos treds with this one...disaster is his business. Primal spots in his pelt, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. This tom was ruined from birth...an innocent soul, corrupted by circumstances he could never have hoped to control...but now he controls everything. Every step, calculated...every word...carefully selected...every evil deed...deliciously savored...
Egyptian Mau describes his appearance, but not who he is...that is the other half of him...the rogue...the outlaw...the assassin...the terrorist...the cruel one... Starlight colors his coat, but his soul is black...
Anarchy slipped silently into Boneclan's terra, making sure he was not seen, nor heard, nor smelled...he dropped not a hair, left not a track, no evidence of himself...except for the physical reality of his being...
Standing on the border of the Boneclan camp, he yowled a throaty call to the inhabitants. It was not a greeting...but a warning that he was now their problem...
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Post by Pripyat on Jan 15, 2007 21:30:17 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me Pripyat didn't just walk, he slinked.
He slinked right on through the long grass like black smoke, his blue eyes cold and bright, like stars gone nova.
He appeared beside Anarchy with a smile on his lips and a laugh in his eye.
There was no reason to be laughing, but Pripyat was near hysterical.
"Why, hello, newcomer," he chuckled, his voice low and rasping. "Did you come all this way to make trouble?"
He padded to stand directly before Anarchy, no fear in his laughing eyes.
"You look tasty, my friend," he hissed slyly.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 15, 2007 22:35:55 GMT -5
If you are not afraid of me, then you don't know what you're dealing with...
Anarchy's fiery eyes registered this tom as no threat. Silver pelt rippled as he shifted his weight to his back paws, ready to spring. A wicked grin spread across his maw. He would have no qualms about killing this stranger right here and now. If he was threatening Anarchy, he would most certainly die.
"You are bold to say such things to me..." Anarchy said, his eyes narrowed and teeth bared in a sadistic smile. "If your wish is to devour me, I must warn you that it is a fight you will not win..." His face seemed playful, but there was gleam in his eyes that was all instinct. Killer instinct. |
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Post by Pripyat on Jan 15, 2007 22:53:48 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me Pripyat laughed.
He threw his head back and uttered a high, ragged scream of mirth, and now it was clear; what he was showed through his dark fur:
He was utterly mad.
"Very good, stranger!" he cackled. "Why are you here? Certainly you are not on this land to become my victim or my dinner, or both, as most go." Madness is the gift that has been given to me |
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jan 15, 2007 23:04:38 GMT -5
Ah, but i'm sure our dear heartless could make do with a cat like you, to feed her and her young kits of course... rasped a voice, creaking and cracked from age. Or perhaps it was merely the lifestyle he had of living in Boneclan??
Either way, Sharpfang was not one to mess with. He was practically the malicious and infamous Bane's right hand man, and would die to serve the demonic tom. He snickered, padding around both kits, tail flicking with pure delight!
Long time since i've seen newcomers in this here lands. Shame you're not a she-cat, Bane would be more appreciative, would you say? He turned his golden eyes upon them. His eyes.. They were naturally bloodthirsty and murderous. While Heartless killed others for food, Sharpfang killed for pleasure.
Trigger happy son of a b*****.
He continued to circle the two. If you are looking for acceptance into Boneclan, you're a bit late. My leader is away on business. He smirked. Leaving you two to me... I love ebil charries. ^_________^ |
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Spiderlily
Warrior 
Boneclan Warrior
Who must I meet on this path of crimson?
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Post by Spiderlily on Jan 16, 2007 1:27:37 GMT -5
“And why would your little Bane be appreciative if they were she-cats, hm?”
A sharp voice called from the top of a rotten, fallen log right near the three toms. The cold voice’s owner was a strikingly marked tabby female, her yellow hues trained on the last tom to enter the scene, lying poised in simple relaxation.
It wasn’t as if she felt any fear of the three toms.
Fear?
Riiiight.
Fear was for those who were prey, too weak to survive in this damned, dark world.
“Does he expect every female who enters this land to sweet talk him, waggle their rumps and parade around him, maybe even allow him a choice in mountings?”
Sweet murder.
You’ll be screaming it later.
One ear twitched slightly, her gaze not moving, unwavering from the last tom, Sharpfang.
Unlike many of her gender, she didn’t ‘pretty up’ her words. They were blunt, simple to the core.
Just like the murderess herself.
Maybe Sharpfang was now in the presence of his female parallel – a murderess who killed for simple pleasure.
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Tragedy
Warrior
BoneClan Warrior
The Beat of the Heart
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Post by Tragedy on Jan 16, 2007 16:45:08 GMT -5
ThumpThump. ThumpThump.
Than I suppose he'll be disappointed by the both of us, sais Tragedy drolly. Oh, whatever shall we do? Cold and deadpan, she padded up and jumped up on the fallen log to sit up beside the she-cat. Her ice eyes took in every inch of her surroundings. Trajectories, speed, distance. There. She knew several ways to how to kill each and every one of them. But Tragedy entertained the thought that she wouldn't have to. Her wild tabby markings matching with Spiderlily's own, she said conversationally, Well what do you suppose we owe this little gathering to?
What are your paws
stained with?
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 16, 2007 21:49:40 GMT -5
The blood that flows in my veins I did not choose...the pelt that gleams on my back I did not choose...but what I do choose, is whether or not you will live...
Anarchy kept his muscles tight. Far too many cats had appeared for him to feel relaxed, despite his overwhelming confidence. He was strong, but not stupid. He knew that fighting four cats would be a challenge, even for him. Though when he looked them over, he could see so many ways of using them. The nasty tom who wanted to make a meal of him, the decrepit old furbag, the two nasty she-cats...all of them could be tricked. It was only a matter of finding the right bait and reeling them in.
Bright eyes watched them, ever calculating. His silver pelt bristled and shimmered in the waning leaf-bare sunlight. Finally he eased his muscles and moved. He circled them closely, keeping his eyes out for any sort of reaction, as he weaved his deceit.
"Fearsome cats, I come to you as a lone tom with a proposition..." he said, his eyes glowing with evil charm. "Allow me to join you and I will be your most beloved warrior, for I kill with no regrets and carry out my missions with utmost certainty...you see the upside to me is that I was born into a world of deceit, so it is all I know..." He did not bother to mention the "downside." |
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Post by Pripyat on Jan 16, 2007 21:58:33 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me Pripyat stared intently at Anarchy for a long time.
A slow smile spread across his face, a lunatic's smile.
But a strangely calculating one.
"You cannot be trusted, newcomer," he meowed solemnly at first, as if passing judgement.
Then he burst into cackling laugher. "But who can, in this place?"
Glancing to his fellows, running his tongue along his dagger-teeth unsettlingly, he chuckled, "Let us welcome this newcomer into the halls of hell, why dont we? It's hot here; the fire burns." Madness is the gift that has been given to me |
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jan 17, 2007 16:31:38 GMT -5
You speak as though you ran with the clan already cat? He questioned with crude politeness, giving him an ugly smile before turning to the she-cat. He gave a smirk, but his eyes were wary. Never trust the femmes... They were complicated, to say the least. Alls they did for him that was positive was simple pleasures.
Now now, dear, I never said that, now did I? It is not polite to put words in an old tom's mouth, bloodstained as it may be. He let his cheeky grin fall into another ugly toothy one, tail flashing, keeping his eyes on them all.
All of you have crossed into Boneclan, seeking alliance with Boneclan, I dare say? He barked, gazing about him. His gaze fell on the nearest.. Pripyay. He liked the tom already, even if he thought he ruled this place. Hmph. Even Anarchy, the old tom could grow fond of. With time, of course. But trust? Never.
Never trust, never perish is what he'd always been taught, even in this wilderness. And the tom had a point.
His eyes fell upon the final, but his gaze was cool and searching. He wasn't sure about her.. Pretty as she was. Lucky thing she was, too. Hmph.
He leaned his ears back as if nothing had happened, giving the three cats a calm, cool and collected appearance. But his claws were unsheathed.. Lest they attacked.
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Post by Pripyat on Jan 17, 2007 17:51:02 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me Pripyat turned his mad blue eyes on sharpfang.
"Oh yes," he laughed. "Yes, cats who come to BoneClan land seek either Death or Bane. For some, these two things are the same. And the only reason to seek Bane it for admittance to his clan. You are not Bane, but still-- yes, I come here to join."
He rambled slightly, but those final words were decisive enough.
"I like BoneClan's reputation, let's say," the black sphynx chuckled. Madness is the gift that has been given to me |
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jan 17, 2007 18:01:09 GMT -5
Some deserve to die.. rasped the old cat, eyes narrowing. But why let Baney have all the fun! He gave a mad cackle, obviously enjoying himself. He didn't often take to other cats, reserving his 'kind' nature for Bane to see himself. Pah, but the old cat had a different sense of 'kind' than other cats.
To hell with Risingclan.
Even the thought of their need, their dire want to blame the Boneclan for treachery made him snarl out loud. They deserve to die. Shame Bane hadn't taken him with him, he would have had SUCH fun, indeed! But here he had to sit his lazy rear with a bunch of rogues discussing death, when he could be killing out there?
What a disgrace.
But still..
You have potential, cat. He sat up, licking his forever bloodstained and mud printed paws and rubbing the side of his face, leaving a fresh smear of mud across the side of his cheek over the bridge of his nose.
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Brighteye
Warrior
Stoneclan Warrior
Happiness runs in a circular motion....
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Post by Brighteye on Jan 17, 2007 21:37:51 GMT -5
ThumpThump. ThumpThump.
Well I suppose that we all do. She nodded to Sharpfang and Pripyat. Both seasoned killers. You, tom, she gestured with her tail to Anarchy, are excellent at manipulation. Especially kissing ass. And you, she turned at last to Spiderlily, well, hunting is always fun, Miss Murderess. She gave a sharp, predatory smile. Assassination is my game.
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jan 17, 2007 21:58:31 GMT -5
And well at it, miss. He said coldly, but the smile was true. Perhaps he didn't know how to be a gentleman, or he was doing that on purpose. He bowed his head. So he could be.. Charming, or what he believed was to be so.
Strange, he hadn't noticed her before. But since she had spoken, and a comment no less, he was all ears for her.
Alright, evil.. sly.. And now to find him conceited? Wow, he was just a web of personalities!!
He flicked his tail, looking curiously at the four cats around him, bowing down to have a coughing fit at the ground.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 17, 2007 22:13:26 GMT -5
The devils they burn inside...
The she-cat's comment about "kissing ass" infuriated Anarchy, but he would not let her know that. He kept his same expression, that same undeniably eerie expression. No single emotion seemed to cross his face, totally unreadable. It was as if he existed in his own separate world, apart from all other realities. He kept circling them, enjoying how they reacted. There was no reason to fear him...at least not yet...
"Is it that I am good at kissing ass...or is it that I am good at acting like I am...?" he drawled, smiling evilly. His eyes were narrowed in an unnatural exuberance. You cats seem to mistake me for a common rogue...but you are so very far off, its almost laughable..." He came to a stop, watching them intently. So...are you going to accept me?" He let the question hang in the air, as he stood in a relaxed position, a stoic air replacing the previously sadistic one. |
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Post by Pripyat on Jan 17, 2007 22:20:26 GMT -5
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me
Pripyat laughed appreciatively, pulling himself into a neat sitting position, curling his thin tail around his paws.
If the leaf-bare cold bothered him, he did not show it. Certainly it did; his fur was unnatrually short due to the sphynx cat blood running in his veins.
The she-cat's comment amused him. Yes, he was a seasoned killer.
He had been killing since he was young...so very young...
He smiled; it was a delightful smile, one that would make a kit scream in terror. It showed his entire expanse of teeth -and that expanse seemed endless- in a wicked, malicious way.
An endless manic grin.
Running his tongue across the tip of one white fang, Pripyat purred smoothly, "Oh yes-- seasoned killer I am."
He seemed to go off on an entirely different tanget, but his comment did tie into what he said, in an off-kilter way.
"I had a mother once. She was delicious."
And now this tom-- Anarchy.
Pripyat's grin reappeared, perfect white incisors showing against black skin and fur.
"You think you're better than us," he accused Anarchy, his tone almost teasing.
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jan 17, 2007 22:35:14 GMT -5
He studied Anarchy, almost searching him for a way he was in any way better than Sharpfang.
..Oh yeah.. Everybody was better than the sarcastic tom. He let a grin slide across his face. It was his closeness to Bane that gave him self-confidence, though. He studied them all, flicking his tail, considering.
I don't know.. He said, letting the anticipation build. Prove to me I can trust you.. Someway to let you into the camp. He said, but his voice was clearly unsure.
He let his gaze fall over the two females, then the two males. He narrowed his eyes. As you say, Pripyat, who CAN we trust in this hall of hell? He wheezed, letting a spluttering cough escape his maw.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 17, 2007 23:58:09 GMT -5
You think you know me already...but you have no idea...
Chasm smiled again, his teeth showing in a gleaming white smirk. He had known it would come to this. It was irritating, but exhilirating as well.
"Name the task, I will do it..." he said, with that same gleam in his eyes. |
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Tragedy
Warrior
BoneClan Warrior
The Beat of the Heart
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Post by Tragedy on Jan 19, 2007 18:18:40 GMT -5
ThumpThump. ThumpThump.
Now this is all so very exciting, said Tragedy with a snort of derision, but you're not the only one requesting entrance, Anarchy. That cocky tom would've gotten on her nerves if she'd had any. The other two toms, though, she was faintly warming to. Solid characters, those ones. Tragedy sighed, though. She was getting bored. My name, I suppose, is Tragedy. And if you require some silly entrance task, I'll do it.
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Heartless
Warrior
Boneclan Warrior
harder. better. faster. stronger.
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Post by Heartless on Jan 20, 2007 2:28:19 GMT -5
Heartless rose, paws leading the Siamese marked she-cat from the bushes she had been lounging in, watching the group. Sharpfang, she knew, but the others?
Newcomers.
Bah.
Then the one tom, the irritating one who reeked of slime, opened his maw of a task – the second fela to join echoing him.
Task, eh?
“I got a task for you.”
The cannibalistic fela looked between the two. She had bullied the medicine cat apprentice, Razorblade, to watch her kits while she stretched her legs.
And it gave her time to look for little Soulless, her stolen young one.
“Go to Risingclan, and fetch back one of their cats. I’ll tell you what to do with them when you bring it back.”
There was a dangerous look within those blue hues – Heartless still demanded her vengeance. [Mrr, here’s a chance to take Hiddenwrath. XP] |
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