Clan Meeting: The City of the Dead__x

[Bane]

ooc| Okay, I was gonna wait for the stealing one of our kitten's plot before posting a meeting, but I got impatient so here it is ^^ All must post, although there won't necessarily be a posting 'order'. All I say is that you may only post once inbetween each of my posts. Just so some people don't get left behind while everyone else is posting loads.)

x__You landed on time
In the city of the dead__x

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Everything had gone to plan. It was all as it should be. The plan that had been sketched out within his mind was now coming to life infront of him. BoneClan. His clan. And it felt so right. His single gleaming orb observed the main camp - nettles and gorse bush protected the camp, leaving just one hole that only the clan members would know how to get to. Dens were spread around: the warriors den, protected by a layer of ivy that hung over the entrance like swinging bodies; the apprentice's den, small yet cosy; and medicine cat den, producing a strong scent of all herbs, including the poisonous ones; and finally, his den. His was the most impressive, situated in the side of a large boulder, so conveniently placed there with a den large enough to seat 5 full-grown warriors. Just as he had promised that idiot cat he had killed, two bright eyes decorated the entrance to the den. The carpet was a layer of blood-red stone. Just how he liked it. This was home. This was the city of the dead.

Observing over. The sleek, mysterious, deadly tom made it onto the bit of rock that jutted infront of his den, two fox-lengths above the ground where cats so freely passed, doing their daily routine. The sun was low behind him, sending his silhouette down on the camp, 5 times larger than the large tom himself. He sat down neatly, ebony tail curling around large, lethal claws. His orbs took a moment to observe the camp again, before that loud, powerful voice flowed so freely through the atmosphere. Enough to send a shiver down anyone's spine.

"BoneClan, assemble beneath the Highrock. It is time for our first meeting."

A cruel, excited smile curled his rims, waiting for his clan to assemble. He had important news to tell them all. His whole clan had yet to meet together since BoneClan was first formed, by Bane and Sharpfang. Many things needed discussing, and the future of BoneClan had to be announced. And they better not keep him waiting. Bane isn't one for patience.[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Heartless]

Boneclan…

Silence. There was a deathly silence after Bane’s assembling call. Brown ears pricked, reveling in that silence.

…and then she came.

The pregnant she-cat could not move with the same lightning speed she had, nor the same grace. But she carried the future for Boneclan, for when clan could continue on without kits?

And she was the first to answer. The cannibal sat patiently, if not a little awkwardly, in front of the Highrock. It was unsurprising that she was the first – she had after all been completely loyal to the clan for a long while now.

Had it, really, been that long? The she-cat lashed her brown-tipped tail, blue orbs trained on the impressive figure of Bane.

[Oh, and I’ll post as Razorblade after Ray posts as Ghosteye..]

[Featherstar]

The Bombay too heard Bane's call to assemble. Her golden eyes surveyed the lone queen, Heartless, that sat beneath the rock. Night padded over her join her only friend within the Clan. How long until you are due? she whispered to the pregnant she-cat. But at the same time locked her eyes firmly on BoneClan's fierce, black-hearted leader.

//I know you can't post till after Bane posts again, so no worries.

[Sabrestar]

My destiny wasn't written in the stars.
It's been meticulously planned.
Presented in a chart.
A flawless design -
To truly satisfy.

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Oh, Bane, aren't you the lovely charmer?
She moved slowly, she moved elegantly and gracefully, with eyes that surveyed the clearing with needles and sharpened points. Rosen glitter rested upon the single emerald eye of Bane's, and they twinkled knowingly, they sparkled a hidden message that could only be unveiled if you were to rip out her heart and break it open.

Was it allowed to be so breath-takingly beautifully within this land of rogues and injustice and death and murder?
No, perhaps not.
The Twisted Rose padded along towards the assembled felines, taking a seat near the Boneclan Leader; but she sat off to the side, in the shadows, her brilliant sienna red coat dappled in opaque shades and dark hues of greys and blacks. Stripes ran along the red-brown color of her pelt, the Maine Coon's chest ruffled with smooth black and creamy white. A tongue peeked past sharpened fangs to moiston along her lip, the corner of her mouth tucked into a smirk. Long, silken strands of elegance ran over muscles that writhed and squirmed like snakes wrapped in cellophane.

I wake my greedy eyes from a night spent dreaming
Ambitiously.
Cost-effectively.
Paws stained with yesterday's highs and lows.
It's got to go.
It's all got to go.
It's a rob.
It's a steal.
You better land that deal.
You're in the big leagues now.
Buy low. Sell high.

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And she tilted her fine head to one side, her ears laid smoothly against her slender neck, tail wreathed in fur lying limply on the dusty ground beneath her paws.

And Twistedrose, she showed off the matching scar she shared with dear Bane; the scar he had inflicted on her, the scar she had inflicted on him. Three long, glistening white flaws down her right cheek. And Bane, although he already had quite a collection of scars, his was obvious on his face, three long, glistening white flaws down his left cheek.

For they shared a unique bond in which spilled blood had tied them together.

I was born to do this dance...

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[rayheart]

It was not long after the thunderous call of their leader sounded that Ghosteye slipped from her MedicineCat Den, the scent of herbs still a pungent memory on her short, grey and white pelt. One of her eyes was stubbornly closed, while the other yellow-green one was wide with madness. She let a smirk play along her lips, brimming with an insanity that had long since plagued her.

Ah, so the first meeting was to commence.

Ghost padded towards the congregating cats with a startling grace that was not found in others her age. Muscles swelled with each stride and then dissipated underneath her fur as they relaxed. Her ear flicked backwards as if remembering something.

"Little blade, thy must come as well." She purred with venom in her words. "No option."

Her single eye met the figure of her leader, an ominous silhouette against the fires of the setting sun. His muscular and scarred frame was inspiring to look upon, a true revolutionary, he was. Then her orbs trailed down to the red mistress planted near his stone. She looked on at them with hidden eyes, as if she knew some sort of secret. Even though her beauty was breath-taking, for Ghost almost literally did gasp, there was a deadliness underneath that the MedicineCat did not miss.

Then there was the pregnant cannibal and her blackened friend over there, sharing a whispered conversation. Ghosteye did not care to join in their chat, so she rested a little ways away from them, training her eye on Bane once more. Her ear still lay back, listening for her apprentice to join them.

[Razorblade]

“But what about the…”

Razorblade started, protesting as he had already wasted such precious time he could be doing other things, learning more, gathering herbs. Dearie me, hopefully he got the right ones – he had followed her instructions and orders to the exact thing. And, he had even found some deadly nightshade to show her, maybe she could use it.

But no matter. The small tom loped after the mad she-cat; tail waving high in the air above him in sheer boldness. He almost froze, looking at the gathered cats. She-cats galore – was the ‘clan’ mostly made up of females? A bit too young still to take any interest in completing that thought, deep hues wavered and moved up to the impressive tom; expression passive. He was inspiring, yes, and the small apprentice suddenly felt an urge to know more about the clan. Boneclan, Ghosteye had called it.

This meeting should help him increase his knowledge…hopefully the scarred black tom standing on the rock wouldn’t waste their time with idle chatter and pointless, meaningless talk.

Razorblade wanted blood. He wanted action. He wanted to show, to prove, to Ghosteye that he had control; that he was worthy to be her apprentice.

But the small tom rested near the mad old she-cat, gaze still training on the black tom’s impressive figure. Impressed he was, yes. But not afraid.

What was his name? How did he get the idea to create this clan? What purpose was the clan her for?

So many questions burned within those dark hues, but Razorblade held his tongue, controlled that eagerness that suddenly gripped him.

[Amberstar]

_{A flick of a brush, a brush of silver whiskers, and the once handsome but still proud Goldenblaze slid in besides his mate, tail flicking dutifully to her, the clan, and made a bowing gesture at the similarly proud black Bane. He blinked his sharp eyes and sat down subtly, smiling to the black tom. It had been a long time, or at least he thought, since his misdemeanors had shown through. Perhaps his love bearing kits could make up for that. A new future, perhaps? The golden warrior nuzzled his mate subtly and looked back, tail flicking.. Waiting against the frigid winds.}

[Sabrestar]

ooc| -bumplet for Baneylove-

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[Sharpfang .|. Felony]

Sharpfang had to make an entrance. A dramatic one at that! Although he didn't crave power, he still loved getting attention. Especially that of Bane's. He leapt over a shrub, tumbling 'gracefully' into the clearing, holding a mouth full of dead mice (They looked a tad old at that) and dropped them before the rock wordlessly, taking his place at the head of the crowd, making sure he was still getting his attention before accidentally bumping into Goldenblaze, whom was nearby. Received with a hiss, Sharpfang ignored him. Then, he looked up at the black tom and said with a smirk Sharpfang here, reporting for duty Bane

[Bane]

(ooc| sooooooo sorry for the wait. School has begun and so has the busy two years of stress and exams xD I'm struggling at the moment to balance my schoolwork and my free time xD I was hoping Darkangel would post, but if Goddess comes online during this then I'll prod her to post then)

As they all assembled, Bane merely observed. He studied each of them in turn, weighing them up. Yet not a grin did pass over his rims. He wasn't the speaking sort - but when he spoke, by lord was it worth listening to. He wasn't the sort to become easily angered - but you still don't want to cross his path.

There were important things to attend to, things to organise, stuff to tell them all. His minions, you could say - the bravest of the brave, the toughest of the tough. They were all brilliant in their different ways - and together they would be unstoppable.

Sharpfang was the last to appear, and he was eager as always for the grand entrance. Mice were left at the bottom of the rock, and with a smirk he looked up at his leader. Only then did Bane crack a smile - twisted and cruel, and hinted with a terrible humour. For the final time, his single-eyed gaze swept across the clearing...

and then he stood.

"Before me I see a group of rogue cats. A group of cats with skills in battle - a group of cats with the stamina, wits and strength to win over the hardest of opponents. Many of you offered me yourselves not knowing what you were getting into. Maybe now it is time for you to know. Or maybe it is better that you carry on not knowing."

Pause for dramatic tension. Bane knew all the techniques for good speech-making.

"But first, a little history lesson. Boneclan was formed alongside Risingclan, by a she-cat named Kestrel, and yours truly. We began with just two members each, deciding it time that Rogue Meadow had clans of it's own, for the wandering straggler who did not want to join in the fray of clan life, but did not want to travel alone. But now we have grown - both of us have grown - and what were seen as only dreams back then, are now quickly becoming reality."

At this point, the tom turned his gaze swiftly onto Heartless. Her tummy was nicely round - promising new life. Bane's smile almost turned into a kindly one. His head thrust back into the air.

"And now! Now we have kittens! Kittens are our future - they are precious, like diamonds. Take care of them! Or the consequences will be severe. Now we have a true heirarchy! Ghosteye, a newly accepted Medicine Cat. Respect her for her knowledge of the herbs - both good and bad - yet do not assume that her skills end there.

I have spoken too tediously. There are important things to be dealt with - and now I shall begin."

A single emerald eye turned onto the smallest cat of those assembled - a young tom, who undoubtedly knew nothing of Bane or the clan, yet was already earning himself a place in the hierarchy. The way Ghosteye ordered him about, the way he followed her with such eagerness. He showed great potential. Great potential as her apprentice. Bane needed to make the announcement official - this was not a normal clan, yet Bane felt they should praise ranks just as the other clans do. Razorblade needed a true ceremony to prove his apprenticeship to Ghosteye. A small smile still planted itself upon Bane's rims, as he stared at the young tom rather spookily.

"Razorblade, step forward."

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[rayheart]

ooc:>> GAH! I'm so excited! Can't wait to see this!*eats popcorn and watches eagerly*

[Ripplemist]

OoC: I'm like, commiting suicide right now! D:

Sparrowpaw crept quietly through the grass. He stopped before all the bushes and nettles, pondering how to get in. It wouldn't matter if he got hurt by anything that snagged and tore at his pelt and flesh, as even if he did want to yowl in pain or something, nothing would be heard.
Being mute does have its pros and cons, Sparrowpaw thought, and he wriggled into a random spot in the hedge. To his surprise, nothing obstructed his way. The kit went through, and stopped short of going all the way into the camp, realising how easily he'd be spotted. He backed up a bit, and slunk quietly through the side of a gorse bush, going slowly, ever so slowly, so that no noise would be made from the rustling of the branches. After what seemed like several sunrises of crawling, he stopped at what he judged as a good distance away from the secret entrance that he had stumbled on by luck. He poked his head out slightly, and examined the BoneClan camp. It seemed like there was a meeting going on at the moment, so it was a good thing that he had been quiet. Sparrowpaw saw dens with clumps of plants growing out of it, and he recoiled in shock as he saw the den that the black scarred cat was in front of. There were eyes there. Cat eyes. He immediately moved back, and winced as he heard a twig snap under his paws. It was only a small twig, and the sound was muffled by his body, so the clan probably hadn't heard it. But had they?[/size]

[Razorblade]

He knew his name!

Mild surprised coursed through the small tom’s body. He knew him! The leader knew Razorblade’s name!

Not surprising, in a way, a true leader should know everything that went on within their territory.

The little tom rose, his lean, yet still muscular, body almost trembling with excitement. He was going to be an apprentice! Officially an apprentice! Respect and awe shone in dark hues as they were lifted to look at the leader, as he padded silently forward.

But then…snap!

Razorblade froze, his ears pricked forward as he hard that small, muffled sound. Did the others hear that? He wasn’t imagining anything, none of the Boneclan cats had moved, so they were not the ones to make the sound.

There was another.

Head and tail held high in aggression, the small tom turned from Bane, turned his back on their powerful leader. But it was not in disrespect, Bane would see this the very moment the small young tom ran towards the bush where the other was hiding.

He did not scent of Boneclan.

Intruder!

“Show yourself!”

Razorblade lashed his tail in anger – and intruder, here? No only that, showing up at the clan meeting? Although he felt the anger pulse through him, defiance flared in those dark hues. No, he refused to show himself as a weak-minded cat. He would be strong, remain in control.

[Heartless]

[OOC – Woo, lookie at all those typos in Razorblade’s post. >< I need to start spell checking. *laughs*]

“Soon. Very soon.”

The pregnant fae murmured softly back, blue orbs looking around to see the other cats answer Bane’s call. She opened her muzzle, about to speak to both her mate and Night, but then Bane begun to speak. Closing her mouth, the she-cat listened to Bane’s words.

When she was mentioned, Heartless lifted her form with pride. She carried the future – and yes, she had ever right to be proud.

Now let’s hope she didn’t eat any of them.

Then the young tom was called forward, and Heartless turned her gaze to watch him. He was a newcomer – one she had not met yet.

Then she noticed his reaction to a sound he had heard, and she followed his movements to the bush, raising herself to a stand. Another? She was ready to fight.

[Ripplemist]

((Ahahahaha, I modified it since it was a crap post. D:))

Sparrowpaw froze, and his ears flicked backwards. Two had noticed him. Already. He backed up slowly and heard a few more twigs snap underneath him. Stupid, stupid, careless him. Closing his ice-blue eyes, he turned to flee. Rough branches stabbed at him, drawing blood in several places, but he just kept running through the bush, having no idea where he was going. Then, all at once, the obstructions cleared and he opened his eyes. He nearly passed out from the terror that gripped him like a hawk. Sparrowpaw had just dashed out of the safety of the hedge. He gave a silent gasp and ducked back into the gorse. Stupid, stupid, careless him. His cover was blown, if it hadn't been before, and if they gave chase, he was freshkill.

[Ripplemist]

OoC: D: Been a while 'ready.

[Bane]

(Eek, I'm soooooooo so sorry! School's ben eating my memory recently. I might have to call this meeting short D< I'll see though.)

[Ripplemist]

OoC: Cluck cluck SQUAWKAWKAWKAW-choke-