.-Come into the Den of Vipers-.

[Heartless]

[Alrighty, I don’t want poor Boneclan to die. This is open for all members who are already accepted. ^^]

Heartless had returned to the nursing den after speaking with the group of cats seeking acceptance within Boneclan, returning Barbwire to her two brothers and chasing off Razorblade. It wasn’t surprising he had lost Barbwire; the young tom was shoring up herbs for the coming battles, and learning all he could. It was almost sad, how Ghosteye had vanished, leaving the apprentice to pull her weight entirely. When Bane returned, he probably needed to promote the young tom.

Ah, but the tan queen merely relaxed in front of the den, her tail flicking in contentment. Blue hues watched her three remaining kits play in the area in front of her, brown ears twitching every few seconds as she kept track of all the going-ons of the cap.

But then the gaze settled upon her remaining daughter, perhaps for a heartbeat too long. While she remained, chained to the camp by the little ones, the cannibalistic she-cat had not been able to partake of her most favorite meal…

And it was a known fact, out of her first two litters three of her own children had become her meal instead…

[Barbwire]

Barbwire wheeled around on her mother, back arched, her thin tail long into a bottlebrush state. Don't even think about it mother She growled tauntinly, knowing perfectly well her mothers state of bloodlust, especially with fellow cats.

And she had been warned about her prior litters... But she calmed down as a white and gold tom entered the den, a single ear flicking about apprehensively. Dad! She mewed in delight, rushing to greet the tom.

<sub>The bloodlust and rage was only beginning to die down in his lethal eyes, but the sight of his mate and daughter rushing to greet him and seemingly made it vanish all together. He licked Barbwire between the ears, doing the same for the second and third before turning to his mate and giving her a kind nuzzle.

Risingclan shall pay.. He promised to the siamese before him, whom he'd come to know as his love. With that, he turned a circle around the den and lay down, watching the entrance keenly.</sub>

[Heartless]

“They will.”

By the time things came to pass, and the true battles begun, the Siamese marked she-cat hoped her kits were old enough to rise out of her care so she could join in the fierce combat.

And reap whatever spoils she could in the form of the bodies.

“It’s been too quiet, Goldenblaze.”

She indicated around the camp.

Silence.

Save for the medicine cat apprentice, who could be seen inspecting herbs outside his and Ghosteye’s den, and the family..

Where was the rest of the clan?

And then Bane…

Heartless hoped he had news for them when he returned from their missions.

“There’s some cats seeking admittance. If they succeed in their task, they’ll be here.”

[Barbwire]

<sub>Barbwire looked up sullenly. Despite having such a bloodlust, her mother was distraught over her stolen daughter. She gazed out the den stubbornly. She wished she had been stolen.. She might have actually had some adventure, besides being stuck under her parents ever watchful eye.

.. Maybe she could eat Risingclan from the inside out..

The thought made her laugh aloud, but she settled and glanced at her parents.

At least under her fathers watchful eye, she was safe from her mother.

.. From being eaten. But the same could go for other cats, if Barbwire were to get her bloodlust out again..?

Goldenblaze's eyes glinted maliciously. He decided against asking what their task was, but he assumed it had something to do with Risingclan cats, if he knew Heartless.

And trust me, he did.

He narrowed his eyes as a flash of blue-gray passed in front of his eyes, but it had to be the wind. He tested the air, getting to his feet, opening his mouth to let the scent hit the roof of his mouth.. Nothing. He lay back down, still keeping a suspicious eye on the entrance.</sub>

[Bluerage]

<sub>That old ugly brute had almost caught her; he had watched her rush past, quick as a flash, and without leaving a scent trail...

Even from where she blended in with the brush, and in the dark, it was hard to tell she was there as she listened intently. She piqued her ears. Risingclan.. It had to be, this had to be the mother. She could scent it, and their talk.. It just made sense.

But if it was so, Risingclan was in trouble. She twitched her tail. She'd have to wait around, see whatelse they were planning...</sub>

[Heartless]

Heartless wasn’t so distraught over the loss of the kit herself, save for the fact that she might have been a good Boneclan warrior with proper training when she grew.

No, what bothered the queen was what use the Risingclan scum might use poor Soulless for.

“Barbwire, I’ll take you out of the camp for a little while later. Cinderstorm, Zinstorm, you two as well.”

Of course, they would have to behave until then, and if Goldenblaze didn’t go with her the cannibal would have to wrangle poor Razorblade again.

And keep him and Barbwire apart; she swore the two would kill each other one of these days with one of their not-so-mock fights.

There was a flick, sensed at the same time as Goldenblaze, and the she-cat sat up, her senses trained. Bluerage may be the best assassin there was, but Heartless had years of practice having her senses trained solely to feline activity.

Something wasn’t right.

And it wasn’t just the quiet.

A low growl escaped her maw, her ears twitching slightly. Nothing.

And that was worse than if there was something.

She settled back down, senses trained, but her blue gaze upon her kits watchfully. If anything, anything, went for them, they’d have one pissed off murderous mother to deal with.

[oO I’m so tempted to have Darkazure suddenly appear behind Bluerage and whisper into her ear. *laughs* He has that affect on others.]

[Barbwire]

<sub>The young she-cat narrowed her eyes as the blur shot before her eyes. But her father had settled down, and seeing so, it must have been safe. For Goldenblaze, his word was law to the young-she cat, and besides her mother, was the only one who she listened to.

.. And possibly got along with. She merely had to get along with Heartless, or run the risk of being eaten.

She sighed and nodded contently, happy she'd be able to go and play. But she narrowed her eyes. Razorblade.. Had better stay out of her way. She'd have to shred him to pieces next time he crossed paths with her!!

Goldenblaze nodded in agreement. Their remaining children needed excersize, and see the world around them.

.. In all it's cruelty...

But either way, since the Risingclan incident, he was determined to protect his remaining kits with the fire of a fatherly heart. Therefore, he agreed to accompany his mate on this kitten field trip of theirs.

Bluerage gave a sigh of relief. Even the bloody she-cat, the one with the lust for cat blood.. She was oblivious to her there. She tensed her muscles, prepared to spring away and warn Risingclan, but her tail twitched and she settled. If they were to bring cats here, she'd be quick as a flash to kill their catnappers.

Stupid life it was, even if Risingclan needed to be warned. She assured herself that when the time came and nobody was taken, she'd warn her leader.</sub>

[Heartless]

Well, dear Barbwire’s father agreed to join, so Razorblade was out of the loop. For now.

“Let’s go.”

Heartless actually smiled, contrary to her name, this malicious she-cat did have a heart, and it genuinely care for her mate and kits. She rose to her paws, mrrowing to call Zinstorm and Cinderstorm back to them, as their play fight had carried then almost to the edge of the camp. As the two little toms raced back over, their little tails like banners, Heartless looked around a last time with slitted blue eyes. Her gaze then fell upon Goldenblaze’s figure, and she nodded her head slightly, before she nudged her sons and headed for the camp’s entrance.

[Darkazure]

“Enjoying the sight, miss?”

The voice was dignified, noble, actually, as it whispered into the she-cat’s ear. The older gray and white warrior had made not a single sound, as he had stealthily snuck up on the intruding Risingclan female.

Then again, Darkazure had many many years worth of experience to buoy his skills as an assassin.

Ah, but he hadn’t attacked the female. Not yet.

No, he was curious, really. She had thought herself so skilled, slipping into Boneclan territory. But the patrolling tom, hidden at the first sight of her, had followed her back here.

“Risinclan life too mild for you? Think you want to dare to walk on the dark side?”

His smile was as wicked as he was. Although he had joined Boneclan to further his dream of destroying all the clans, Darkazure seemed to only be loosely attached to the clan.

True enough, he wanted his own goals succeeded. No matter whom he had to step on during the journey.

Blackheart would be chewing he out now, for his actions, for those crimes, but the noble black tom wasn’t here, he was safe in his own clan.

Pity, really. Darkazure had enjoyed those debates.

But back to the matter at hand.

“Or did you just think you could spy unwittingly on us, and not get caught?”

It would be in Bluerage’s best interest to speak the truth. Darkazure hated liars.

[Amberstar]

<sub>A low whisper, like a soft breath hit the the fine hairs on her ears. She didn't turn around, she kept her eyes trained and straight forward as she continued to watch the cat family.

The she-cat gave a dark and low chuckle, being sure to keep herself out of ear and eye-shot of the murderous parents. But she was not happy, oh no.. She was pissed that she hadn't scented him coming, or that she hadn't noticed him until he was right behind her.

Boneclan? She gave another polite chuckle, leaning back on her flanks and licking at her white paws. My loyalty belongs to Kestrel and Risingclan, and to them only.

.. No, I came here to spy. See what information I could retrieve from Boneclan to bring back to my leader She stated matter of factly, finally turning to the tom to look at him.

Her tail flicked lazily, starting to settle down, but she kept her claws unsheathed and glinting, and her eyes and ears on all her surroundings.</sub>

[Darkazure]

“Pity. You came at a bad time for such repose, Risingclan she-cat. Now I suggest you return to your clan grounds, before I call my companions to deal with you as they see fit. And I assure you, Heartless would be more than will to tear you limb for limp.”

After all, wasn’t the cannibalistic she-cat going to do that with the Risingclan cat they newcomers captured? Ah, but the old tom kept his mouth shut about that – why give the enemy something to take back to her clan?

[Bane]

"No. Don't let her leave, Darkazure."

The voice was calm, yet traces of anger were hinted throughout. A low growling came, as though a lion had been let loose in the meadow. Bane slipped through the BoneClan entrance, and single eye glinting maliciously, as he slinked elegantly down until he reached Darkazure's side. He sat down slowly and calmly, his long black tail curling around his paws that anticipated any quick movements from the ignorant she-cat. His single eye stared into her own eyes, daring her to glare back at him. Daring her to stare death in the face.

"What is RisingClan's game? This is the second time you have ventured into our territory as if it is your home."

Bane spoke after a while, as calm as ever. His growl still penetrated the air surrounding the camp, slowly increasing in volume. He ignored the presence of Heartless's young kits, yet was aware of them being there - and they were in danger, with RisingClan scum within camp.

"This time, I will not let you leave."

The she-cat was outnumbered four to one- if she so much as dared to move Bane trusted that one of his warriors would stand in her way, and teach her that nobody ever runs from Bane. He stared, still daring her to speak against his word - RisingClan thought they could freely steal a kit of BoneClan's, then they were naive. No action comes without consequence, and the easy capture of one of RisingClan seemed consequence enough. Bane would not kill, though. No, that wasn't his style when it came to prisoners.

ooc| I'm back, guys ^^ My exams are over... well, I have one on Monday, but that's the last one. So I hope to get this battle up and away shortly.[/size]

[Amberstar]

<sub>No... His eyes glinted. So that's what he saw... He rose to his feet elegantly, tail twisting in anger, rage, that Risingclan dared to enter their camp again.

No Heartless, keep them here. We appear to have uninvited guest roaming our camp. He exited the den and strode over to his dark leader, staring curiously at the young assasin.

Barbwire rolled her eyes and pounced after her father, ignoring his words as she came astride Bane, undaunted even by the power that seemed to vibrate through his being. Unlike Goldenblaze, she didn't fear Bane as Goldenblaze did, but she certainly admired him and mimiced his actions, determined to become just as infamous as Bane himself.

Don't move. I'll have a feast tonight if you do.

She shared her mothers bloodlust for feline-blood. Pity for Bluerage, too.

Bluerage glared defiantly at Bane, tail flicking. Ah yes, now it was the welcome wagon who pulled in. She gazed undaunted to the dark leader, tail flicking in a matter-of-fact way.

I represent Risingclan, though my actions here and words are on my own accord. She snarled, determined at least to make up for leader. Too bad she hadn't told her where she was going.

And at least Soulless was safe, even if it was her idea to kitnap the young she-cat in the first place.

She looked down and sneered at the defiant kit, not really taking her seriously. Though she didn't doubt the kits taste in cat blood, she certainly knew the kit couldn't take her. Although.. Bane could.</sub>

((Fwee! Baney back! Now I can relieve Sharpfang of his duty of patrolling. ^^))

[Heartless]

Twitch.

That brown-tipped tail of Heartless flicked as if it had a mind of its own.

Twitch.

Although the visual of the Risingclan she-cat was unfamiliar, her scent was a completely different matter. Coldness filled the Siamese-marked tan queen’s body, numbing her limbs for the merest of moments.

A Risingclan female.

“Rips her eyes out. Make it so she can no longer see the world around her.”

A low hiss escaped Heartless, as she stalked forward, her blue gaze sharp and oddly reflective.

“Maim the bitch; torture her until she screams for death’s release.”

If anything, the cannibal’s voice grew ever more hateful, her claws unsheathing as she closed the distance between herself, the Risingclan female, the old Darkazure, and Bane himself. But it was as if she didn’t see her leader.

Shink.

Heartless wanted her to suffer. She wanted her to bleed.

She wanted her to writhe on the ground of the camp, blood splattering the area in its macabre dance.

She wanted her to pay.

[Bane]

Bane stared unblinkingly at the she-cat, not even laughing as she just proved her stupidity even more by claiming she had come here under no orders. His ear twitched as Heartless hissed scornfully what she wished to be done to the young RisingClan cat, and slowly let a small, malicious grin curve his rims.

"With time, Heartless, with time."

He purred with lust, standing slowly and taking a small step toward the she-cat. His strides were elegant, yet deadly.

"What's your name, wench? And what exactly did you seek to overhear whilst visiting our camp?"

Let her talk, let her spill her gems of information before them. If she refuses to speak, only then do you deal out the punishment. Bane was very aware of Barbwire, and though the kit appeared not to be afraid, Bane saw it unsafe for her to be within the presence of a cat that had most likely been involved in the kitnap of Barbwire's sister.[/size]

[Amberstar]

<sub>She gave a defiant hiss, her fur blazing up in a flurry of anger. I go by no name, tom! She snarled, however, from a fierce attack from the smallish brown and white she-kit, she grit her teeth as the blood lightly trickled down her leg.

Bluerage, is what they call me.. And with a deeper cut, she continued.

And I came here hoping to find more information, if you intended to attack soon or not.

She elected to be more open about her answer. The kits teeth were sharp and it brought pangs of pain and rage coursing through her veins. She didn't want to think of the pain her mother would cause.. Those fangs didn't look too thrilling, afterall.</sub>

[Heartless]

At Barbwire’s attack on the Risingclan she-cat, pride coursed its way through the queen. But Heartless was ever the vigilant mother – although she knew very well Barbwire could be in danger, the enemy she-cat would be ripped apart before damage could be done to the kit.

Besides, it appeared her oldest daughter was enjoying Bluerage’s blood. Why pry her away from such enjoyment?

Impatiently, the bloodthirsty cannibal growled, but she didn’t stalk closer. No, she listened, her senses trained on the she-cat while she chanced a quick glance at Bane.

What was he planning?

[Razorblade]

An enemy in the camp, eh?

Razorblade made sure his most recently gathered herbs were neatly riled away in the medicine cat den, checking his stores of deadly nightshade and deathberries. He had mare sure to store up a fair amount, in the far back of the den and away from stupid kit mouths, due to the fact more and more battles were coming.

They were there to finish such prisoners, to slyly tuck away in what was to become their last meal.

Then the apprentice darted from the den, heading over to the gathered cats and the Risingclan prisoner, taking up the vacated spot of Barbwire next to Bane.

Bane.

The one cat that Razorblade would ever completely and utterly respect, now that Ghosteye had vanished.

Ah, but it had been many many moons passed since she had done so, and the apprentice had learned much on his own during that time.

Dark eyes narrowed, as he eyed the Risingclan she-cat. She was a weakling, to bend by the mere bite of a kit.

[Bane]

Bluerage. A strong name for a weak cat.

Bane snorted with amusement as the she-cat replied.

"Oh, like we are a threat to you?"

He spat on the ground in front of Bluerage, and hissed scornfully. A step forward.

"BoneClan has donenothing to RisingClan since we both began!"

Anger was swelling again. The arrogance that was RisingClan.

"Not so much can be said for RisingClan. You take what's ours as though it is for revenge. Revenge against what, exactly?! We did nothing to you - we even respected you - and you rip apart that respect like a lion rips apart it's prey."

Bane was now so close to Bluerage, that his breath would be felt by her whiskers. A low growl still rumbled within his stomach, his anger pulsating within his pupils.

"I wonder whether Kestrel knows what it's like to lose something of hers. You will follow me without hesitation, or else the kits will feast well tonight."

Bane swung around fast, sliding acros the ground rather than padding. He caught the eye of Razorblade, and almost gave a small grin.

"I hear Ghosteye's gone missing. Unless she is to return, you shall take her place."[/size]

[Amberstar]

<sub>Bluerage spat at the grow in anger, though she kept her head down. Despite being part of a large clan, and soon to be more from their many alliances, Bane was one to fear throughout the lands.

But Bluerage wasn't weak, even if she could see it in their eyes they thought so.

But Bluerage, ah, she had always been good at acting, even though she hadn't intended on giving so much information to them. At least she saved herself the dignity of keeping her leader out of it, for she had nothing to do with it.

Play the damsel of Distress, and she may find a way out of this horrid dump, have them find their own Starclan forsaken Ghosteye for all she cared.

.. It was alway the quiet ones you had to fear...

She followed suit irritably behind the dark leader, glaring at his backside with burning hatred.

.. And who is this, Ghosteye of which you speak of, and why must I hold this spot for you, Tom? She snarled, leanly quirking her head forward, ears and tail twitching in avid rage.

God damn her and her idea to be caught..</sub>