Falling into Anarchy...

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Tragedy studied the new cat carefully. She seemed agitated, with the light of vengeance in her eyes. Fine by her. Will I be required to work with Anarchy? He would be a liability, if she had to, but Trag could easily work around that. Do you have a specific cat in mind? It was essential that she know everything she could about her target. Had she done any kidnappings before....? Ah, yes, the Persian. Not long before she left the city actually.... but Tragedy cut off that line of thought. She had to remain focused.

What are your paws
stained with?

OOC: But isn't Hiddenwrath in the battle? Oh, and what happened to Spiderlily?

[Heartless]

“Work with him. Work without him. Just bring back a Risingclan cat.”

The queen snarled, those blue hues narrowed darkly. As a chuckle sounded from the mottled tabby’s side, the other female who’d not asked yet of a task, Heartless snarled and turned her attention to this cat.

“You’re going to.”

She didn’t give this other she-cat a chance to respond, her gaze returned to the other she-cat.

“Any cat. Just be it Risingclan.”

[Mrr, she’s going to slip away since I be an impatient fool and wish her to suffer. ^^ And thank you for reminding me of Spiderlily.]

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Tragedy performed a mock bow. Will do. Her mind whirred. She knew where RisingClan territory was, she knew how to incapacitate an cat without killing it....all the skills necessary to pull off the job. Trag decided she would simply ignore Anarchy. The other she-cat, though, could be an asset. She turned to the tabby. It looks like we're partners, she said, I don't believe I caught your name.

What are your paws
stained with?

[Pripyat]

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

Pripyat gave Heartless his wide, manic grin. "What about me?" he mewed, almost innocently. "I, too, seek to join this Clan."

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Bovine]

Oh what a terrible fate
Terrible fate indeed
.....
This young'un's just walked into Hell's open gates


She was petite. Not more than a kit. Her striking milky eyes stood out among her pelt of ebony.
Her fur was ruffled and a mess, mud and thistles stuck to it from improper grooming, but what better did she know?
She had probably just turned her fifth moon.....and she had just unwittingly entered Hell.
Oh, and what a delight, she was about to meet the Demons that lived within.
Her tiny paws barely even left a mark in the dust for her weight. Or lack of....ribs showed as if to invite a musician to tap away as if she were a scraggly xylophone.
A group of larger cats came into her view and she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes large with wonder. Who where they?
Where they friendly?


She was in for a rude awakening.

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Tragedy's head swiveled to where the young kit had entered their little gathering. You. She leapt forward, landing right in front of the young cat. It was a terribly skinny scrap, by her estimation, and weak-looking too. What is your business here, little kit? Her jaws, filled with saber-sharp teeth, was just inches from the kit's face.

What are your paws
stained with?

[Bovine]

The kit soon found a fierce looking she-cat staring straight at her. Just past her quivering whiskers.
Hostitliy seemed to pour from this cat. It was apparent now that they were not friendly.

Harrow, as the kit was called, fluffed her pitifully scrappy fur up to it's full length. Not much.
She layed her ears back, not from fear though, but with defiance.
She hissed in the she-cat's face. Oh dear.

My business is mine. I don't hafta answer to you!

My, how she had such bite for one so tiny. This could be problematic.

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Tragedy leaned very close to the kit's face, almost nose to nose. She opened her mouth and.... sat back and laughed. Well well, she said, I like a youngster with some fire. Trag eyeballed the young kit. On second glance, one could see lean muscles under the ragged coat, and despite it's hunger. Just so long as you keep your place. Tragedy turned to the cat who had contracted. I have another stipulation in your contract, if you will. If I get your RisingClan cat, you let the kit in too. It looked like the kit would be a fine warrior with some meat on it's bones. Tragedy turned to the kit. What's your name?

What are your paws
stained with?

[Amberstar]

<sub>Sharpfang looked over as the she-cat stepped through the brush. At her odd request to the required task, he had no objections. In fact, he raised a brow.

Heartless! He barked, but his voice was pleasant. We've many cats already fighting for this precious kit, he rasped, raising a brow. He didn't want any others to get TOO much information. She seemed to want to be subtle about it. Other cats are dying for this cat as we speak, while we are merely sending a spy to retrieve it? I do not believe it to be fair on our behalf.. Especially if your beloved He spat Is fallen. He growled, tail flicking. But his voice was calm. I like it. Retrieve a kit from Risingclan.</sub>

[Bovine]

Harrow's ears perked forward as the she-cat bargained about some sort of 'RisingClan'...Whatever that was.
She held up her scraggled tail just a bit, answering the she-cat's question, brows raised and voice strong,

M' name's Harrow.

Her answer was short...It probably wasn't wise to give away too much information, huh?

[Heartless]

“A spy?”

Heartless almost purred the word, as her blue gaze turned to fall upon Sharpfang.

“A spy?”

She appeared more amused than anything else. Did she ever say anything of a spy?

“The bastards have caused me much heartache. However.”

There was no quelling the malicious shine that lit up her deep gaze.

“However there will be no spy. These cats, yes, even you mad one, will go and take a Risingclan cat. Any Risingclan cat – not the kit.”

She moved, pacing a step to the right, her gaze falling on each cat in turn.

“They will drag this cat screaming here. Oh. And the torture shall begin.”

She licked her maw, shifting her gaze to the mottled tabby – beside the she-cat who could be her sister. Then they lowered, to the kit.

“The young are our future. I will agree to those terms, and the kit will be admitted. However, if she turns against us?”

Blue hues flicked, meeting those of Sharpfang, before speaking a final time to Tragedy.

“Both you and the kit will meet your final fates.”

[Spiderlily]

“They call me the Spiderlily. You got a name, cat?”

The mottled tabby, so strikingly similar to the cat near her, shifter her head to listen to the cannibal’s words. Ah – there was much hidden, much more unsaid. The old one, Sharpfang, was it?, had even hinted at it.

“I’ll assist.”

[Shadow Spirit]

You think this is bad...you haven't seen me mad...

Anarchy watched the others with ambition glowing in his bright orange eyes. His silver pelt twitched with anticipation, making the feral spots ripple. He was to bring a cat back from RisingClan! The prospect excited him, so much that his blood felt hotter in his veins. Would it be a she-cat...ooh that would be so easy for him...

"So it can be any cat then...?" he said, his favorite nasty smile framing his face. Digging his claws into the ground in thought, he looked to the other cats who were supposed "work with him." "I don't require any help...but if you're making them come, then I suppose I don't have a choice..." He ground his paws in the earh eagerly. "So let's go!"

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

I'm Tragedy, she answered this Spiderlily. Another predatory smile, too accompany her approval. In more ways than one. So we've got a job to do, and I'll think we'll be able to complete it, despite any... She cast a glance at Anarchy. ... dead weight. Trag turned to walk out of the clearing, not bothering to see if the others were following. Suddenly she wheeled around. Oh, wait, one more thing. Tragedy got right up, face-to-face, with the kit Harrow. Did you hear that, my dear? I just negotiated your new source of food, shelter, and training. If you double-cross me... Her voice lowered to a hiss. They won't need to kill you. Tragedy turned again to her new partners. We should get going. The lithe assassin stalked out of the little gathering, the sense of cold death in her wake.

What are your paws
stained with?

[Shadow Spirit]

You're taking a serious risk...like walking into a bear trap, blindfolded...

Anarchy fought to keep his anger under control. He was used to killing, it was easy, it was satisfying. He loved the feel of warm blood coursing over his paws and into his mouth. The warm, coppery taste was like a drug. Ever since that faithful day when he had murdered his accursed "father," killing had been his passion.

But now he had to "behave" himself. It was agonizing, not being able to just rip their damned throats out. He had convinced himself that being in this "clan" could help him achieve his goals and so he resisted the painful urge to murder. Though he would certainly let the others know, that in this leaf-bare, if they continued to denounce him....they would be walking on thin ice...just inches from the murky depths of death.

"I want to make it known here and now...that I am not to be trifled with..." he snarled to just the cats he now walked with. "I have killed many and it would not ruffle a hair on my pelt to do so again...so don't think you are so much better than me...because you are wrong..." With that he shut hus maw and padded to the head of the group, silver pelt bristling. His orange eyes burned with a deep hatred, for he was a cat that could not stand beside even those of his own Clan.

[Spiderlily]

"Oh, stuff it tom.”

Spiderlily snorted, as she leaped to pad near Tragedy as they all headed to the Risingclan territory.

“You’re so big and bad and tough. Geez.”

As if the tabby gave two hoots whether or not the tom thought he better than them or not. Her tail flicked mockingly, and she smirked.

[You guys want me to start the thread with Hiddenwrath, or you post the starter and have her wander in?]

[Bovine]

Harrow narrowed her eyes to slits, casting a distainful glance to this so-called Tragedy. In a mock innocent voice, she replied,

My cross goes one way, thanks.

It seemed that 'loyalties' could bend to a cat's will out here in this Hellhouse...Harrow had to learn fast in the ways these cats worked if she was to survive to even twelve moons.

[Sharpfang .|. Felony]

<sub>The tom narrowed his eyes at Heartless, tail flicking irritably. His temper was riled indeed, and he swung at the other cats and have out a long and creaky roar.

ENOUGH!!! He broke in, trembling harshly as he threw himself into a coughing fit.

As soon as he recovered, he narrowed his eyes and leered at the cats. You have been given your assignment if you wish to enter Boneclan. Why do I not see any of you turning your tails to me and marching into their territory?? If you wish not to enter now that the rules have been laid, it is a good idea to turn your tail to me and march your A**es away from here!

He hissed, sitting down as he threw himself into another coughing fit.

Which means you better run now, kits. Said a voice, filled with contempt and mockery. A small kit stepped from the brush and stood beside the siamese she-cat, tail flicking as she held her head up arrogantly. Mother shant be pleased if you don't run along now and bring her what she wants.. She sniffed.

Ah, the daughter of the devil-cat herself.

Sharpfang narrowed his eyes at the young she-cat. Shouldn't you be in your crib, nescled away and waiting for your mother to come??

She cocked an eye at him. You think a bunch of bumbling fleabags can keep me pinned to the den?? She laughed. I'm Barbwire, not a flea-ridden old hag like you. She sniffed again, narrowing her eyes. I do as I please.</sub>

ooc| I don't have a Bio yet on Barbwire. For those who don't know, she's the arrogant a**hole, daughter of Heartless and Goldenblaze, sibling of Soulless. Jep. She's a meanie alright!! ^^ -much love to her-

[Tragedy]

OOC: I suppose Umber should start the Hiddenwrath thread, so we can sneak up on her ^^.

[Pripyat]

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

Pripyat would have raised his eyebrows in Anarchy's direction if he had any. "Wasn't it you who suggested you were best?" he inquired baldly.

Then things began to move more quickly, and the black tom rocked back and watched with satasfied blue eyes.

Hearing the blood-BoneClanner kit's words, Pripyat laughed. "Aw, how cute," he purred, closing his eyes; but the madness was still evident in his voice.
Cinderstorm was anything but 'cute'; very likely, Pripyat was getting eyeballed by his fellow cats incrediously.

Either way. The short-furred tom stood, his gleefully crazy eyes flitting across the cats present.

Then he slipped away, swift and silent, his voice drifing back: "Tallyho, all! Anyone who falls behind is left behind!"

With that bit of cheerful lunacy, he was gone.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me