New BoneClanners; The Neo Trio

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Tragedy was about to have a coniption. They had lost their prey and had been forced to flee with the arrival of the RisingClan leader. Now they sat at the edge of the BoneClan territory, wondering what to do. Tragedy paced back and forth agitatedly, and finally turned to her companions. We can't come back empty-handed.

What are your paws
stained with?

[Sharpfang .|. Felony]

<sub>But you already have.. Purred the ever recognizable voice. It creaked even when simple speech, but it belonged to the infamous Sharpfang, devoted warrior to Bane.

Where are your prisoners? We've had more luck than you have, and we weren't even on the mission!! Laughed Sharpfang smartly, referring to the blue-grey she cat whom had so unfatefully landed practically in the lap of Bane when she invaded the territory for information. That Bluerage she-cat.

Bane had plans for her, but that was none of Sharpfang's concern as of now. And have the others come back just as pitifully as YOU?

He was toying with him. It was obvious by the smirk on his ugly face. He liked Tragedy, for the most part. Her and Pripyat.

He'd have accepted them had they not have to fulfill their part in the eyes of the Boneclanners.</sub>

[Pripyat]

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

"It was Anarchy."

Pripyat's low voice snarled out. He slinked from the shadows, his head down, his eyes on Sharpfang. Her was furious; it was obvious that he longed to tear Anarchy apart.
There was blood on his face; his; and some it it was Anarchy's as well.

"Anarchy the traitor. He double-crossed us, escaped with that damned Risingclan she. The disturbance he caused drew Kestrel, and we were forced to depart from her land." His teeth clicked together as he spoke. There was something darkly wolflike in his face and posture then.

This was no grinning, mad Pripyat; this was his serious side, his sane side. Anger brought it out, as well as intense situations.

But his expression lightened slightly as he added, "We have not returned totally empty-pawed. We have flushed out a cat that would turn traitor to BoneClan; your Clan will be better off without him." A faint grin showed on his face.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Spiderlily]

Mottled coat flowed over graceful muscles, as Spiderlily padded up to settle near Pripyat – completely unbothered by his wolf-like behavior. In fact, the she-cat was more intrigued than anything else.

Killers had to have all kinds of talents, after all. And she had seen the way he fought.

“He didn’t escape unscathed either.”

After all, Pripyat had wounded the traitor. And both she and him had gotten to that damned she-cat.

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Not to mention some interesting new information, said Tragedy. Apparently RisingClan now has airborn aid; an actual kestrel has rallied to their cause. She sighed. It could spy on us easily. She was now beginning to think ahead at a lightning speed; that bird was a problem.

What are your paws
stained with?

[Bane]

"Typical."

The obsidian prince emerged from his peaceful abode, stepping gracefully to Sharpfang's side. Those mystical orbs stared not at the newcomers, but somewhere behind them. This war was beginning to become so real..

"Trouble emerges, and they can't even take us on by themselves."

Bane's voice hissed, filled with his usual malice... but there was something more. Was it... fear? It could be mistaken for it... but Bane did not fear such pathetic idiots as RisingClan. It just seemed that possibly they should not be underestimated. The dark king's orbs moved from the spot in the distance, switching from each of the three newcomers.

"You've done good enough. As for this kestrel, we shall just have to master the skill of stealth. Kestrel's rely partially on the movement of the grass - we shall just have to move in a way that not even a shadow lies in our wake. That, and try to keep our senses alert to it's presence."

The words were filled with confidence, but the leader was not so confident. Birds have a keen eyesight, though moving with stealth will put them off a little, they would still detect them. As well as putting the clan in danger, it also made Bane feel weary of visiting his prisoner. Had RisingClan noticed that the she-cat was missing? Did they even care?[/size]

[Spiderlily]

The yellow eyes of the mottled she-tabby watched the obsidian leader.

She noted the confidence placed in Bane’s words; in his charade.
But she missed nothing.

She read what wasn’t spoken.
Wasn’t hinted at.

And then that malicious, dangerous smile danced upon her maw, and she rose to pad right on over to Bane.

“Well now, Baney Boy, if the kestrel be such a bothersome annoyance, why not rid them of the bird, hm?”

Ludicrous!
Rid Risingclan of the bird?
Yet it was food for the mind to gnaw at.

[Pripyat]

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

Pripyat padded to stand beside Spiderlilly -without fully realizing it; he just walked subconciously-, his wolfish blue eyes turned sharply at the leader.

"Does this mean we are worthy of the title of BoneClanner?" he meowed, his growling voice part-hopeful, part-mocking, and part-expressionless.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Bane]

Bane's attention snapped to the tom, his eyes expressing a wolf-ish appearance, similarly to his personality. The tom gave a small grin at the tom's question, giving a small nod.

"I don't see why not."

He answered. He'd deliberately ignored the she-cat at first, not liking her tone, nor the way she called him 'Baney Boy' His head slowly moved to face her, however, his grin disappearing along with his somewhat kind words.

"Call me that again, and consider yourself crowfood. My name is Bane."

His voice hissed, void of emotion. As for her actual suggestion... he'd thought of it, but had been unsure how. Birds weren't dumb, and the fact that felines have no wings sort of makes choices limited. Kestrels weren't scavengers, so to kill mice and put them out in the hope of luring the bird might seem pointless. But would it be worth a try? Before making any final decision on what to do, Bane decided to let the she-cat talk. His eyes remained fixed on her, in a way that expected her to explain her suggestion.[/size]

[Darkangel]

An ebony paw emerged from the shadows, followed by the sleek matching body. The golden stripes travelling from the corner of her eyes to the tip of her tail glowed brightly in the sun. The femme nodded her head to the black tom in greeting.

"Father."

Ah, and three other cats? Snivelling peasants, no doubt. Pitiful, feeble, inadequate, worthless peasants. Not worthy of a conversation with the great Darkangel. The daughter of Bane. The heiress of BoneClan.

A smirk carved her face into a gorgeous, wicked display. Her tail waved slowly in a teasing air.

Darkangel.

[Pripyat]

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

Pripyat grinned, a wide grin that showed all of his razor teeth. He was quite pleased.

Pripyat was a BoneClanner. This Bane seemed a dangerous fellow; the black tom hoped the leader wouldn't kill Spiderlilly. Then he would be sad.

A new voice alerted him. His ears twitched, and the wolflike black tom turned to face Bane's dark daughter.
His smile had dimmed, but his white teeth still glinted in the uneasy light. There was a cunning sort of madness in his blue eyes, a look that would scare most ordinary cats and make most brave cats ill at ease.
"Ah, the princess has arrived," the wolflike black tom said, his voice sleek.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Darkangel]

"Shut up."

Although it was nice being called a princess, Darkangel caught the sarcasm in the night-pelted tom's voice - the other truthful bit she didn't quite get. A lowly street rat in the young femme's empire. Either the street rats be cleansed of their untidiness, or they be destroyed. Her emerald hues stared Pripyat down, her nose growing scrinchy in disgust.

The ebony she-cat turned 'warmly' to her father, tail still swaying. Her frown of distaste grew into a devious smile and her eyes narrowed in thought and...what was this? Darkangel felt love? Well of course, he was her father, wasn't he?

ooc - Okay. I had muse and then it died on the second paragraph XD

[Pripyat]

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

"No." The word was spoken without anger, but merely expressionless.

With a faint smile on his lips, Pripyat tilted his head. "Why do you hate us so, little Queen?" No sarcasm evident in his voice, merely his customary amusement, as well as curiosity.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Spiderlily]

Ignored or not; did Bane honestly think that the mottled tabby gave a damn about it? That malicious grin only grew wider at his words.

“Crowfood, eh? Sounds like a fun dance.”

Was there something glittering in that sharp gaze?
Something dangerous; truly evil?

“Fine Bane. If you insist.”

Words unspoken.
So much left unsaid.

She wouldn’t call him that again.
Out loud, or in his presence, that it.
However; he’d be the fool here to think that meant she feared him.

Oh no.
There was no cat that the Spiderlily feared.
Except perhaps herself.

“Why not find a kit to bait it? After all, Risingclan’s a bunch of honorable do-gooders, right? They, nor that damn bird, wouldn’t be able to resist such a rescue.”

She laughed, a chilling sound. It was her turn to ignore – she heard her wolfish companion’s words to the little stuck-up princess, and the she-cat chose to ignore such a runt.

Which may prove to be amusing; most cats she’d seen on such high-horses ofter hated it the most when they were ignored.
And ignore Darkangel the Spiderlily did.

No, the she-cat continued.

“Let’s make it so that the bird has no choice but to perform the rescue itself. Torture the kit a bit; cause it to linger close to death. Then; as soon as we spot the bird, draw back to perform the killing blow…”

Likely the bird would try to rescue the small creature himself. They could have cats lying hidden; dug into covered trenches so that the kestrel couldn’t spot them, waiting, as he flew down to assist the kit.

[Pripyat]

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

Spiderlilly drew Pripyat's attention; he turned and padded away from Darkangel and stood beside her, thoughts of Bane's stuck-up daughter gone from his mad mind.
"What a delightfully ruthless idea," the black tom purred, his sleek voice low. "Cruel. Tactless. Evil. Heartless. Utterly low. Could I eat the kit?"
He flowed from one topic to the other with the ease of a madman, which was exactly what he was.

He smiled darkly, his blue eyes glittering. "These cats would have to be very fast," he mused, his smile widening eerily.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Darkangel]

Because you're filthy, the young ebony queen snarled in the twisted, clever mind hidden behind shining emerald orbs. Her elegent head was still positioned to face her father, Bane, but those shining emerald hues glared at Pripyat. Why was Darkangel so condescending? Why so stuck-up?

Well, it was Darkangel.

"I'm fast."

Her elegant meow rang out, almost panicky and childish. As if she was begging to be one of these cats to kill Brightgate. But Darkangel did not beg; she was the one to deny begging.

[Bane]

ooc| Sorry for the wait.

Bane's eyes simply stared into space as Spiderlily spoke, ignoring the presence of his daughter, but just for a moment. Spiderlily's idea... it was a good one, if only it would work. Where were they supposed to find a kit? To take one of RisingClan's was too risky, they needed one just wandering, or even one from the clans. His eyes shifted to Spiderlily, a look of thoughtfulness etched upon his face.

"It might work."

He said in an airy voice, contemplating how they should go about it. His eyes switched to Pripyat and Targedy, then they finally took notice of his daughter, the successor... Darkangel.

"Spiderlily shall find a kit, though not one from RisingClan, and take it to the very border of our territory. There, Pripyat, Tragedy, Darkangel and I will be hidden, in trenches, under bushes, anywhere that won't give away our presence to the bird. Spiderlily shall torture the kit, hopefully attracting the kestrel. Allow yourself to be seen torturing the kit, so the bird chases you off and thinks he's just saved the poor kit. It's then that we all attack."

He spoke as though to himself, but he was loud enough so the others would hear. A small smile curled his features, excitement coming about at the chance to finally get RisingClan back for what they'd done. The large tom stood, muscles flexing underneath his glossy pelt, and claws digging miniature trenches within the earth.

"Go."

He said to Spiderlily, flicking his tail to the others in a signal for them to follow him to the border. If this plan succeeded, there would be a feast for BoneClan tonight.[/size]

[Pripyat]

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

Pripyat nodded in satisfaction. He took a step forward, and glanced back to Spiderlilly. "May I join you in your torture?" he inquired smoothly, his blue eyes bright.
How utterly creepy.

Changing tracks at lightening speed, the wolflike black tom turned to Darkangel, his head tilted. "Why, treating your future warriors so badly will get you nowhere, little Queen," he meowed, as if faintly suprised. "Is a leader not supposed to care for his or her warriors?" His advice was oddly sage for such a cat as he -a mad one- but his expression was innocently curious.

Then something strange happened. The black tom froze, and a ripple seemed to pass through him; his eyes unfocused and refocused, were drawn toward the entrance to camp.
His eyes narrowed to furious slits of blue. His jaws parted, showing gleaming teeth, and he hissed.

Something entered the camp. It was not quite a cat; as it happened, it was not quite anything. Its fur was blood-red, barred by dark gray-black stripes. It had a mane of fur, like a horse's. It might have been as large as a dog. It moved in a catlike way, though its black claws were perpetually unsheathed. It was female.
Her eyes were pupilless, irisless, hauntingly blank and white. Devil's eyes. She showed all her bloodstained teeth in a leering grin.

This thing came directly from Pripyat's imagination; as the black tom tensed, spat at the thing in anger and hate, the others were likely confused. For only Pripyat's mad eyes could see Method.

"Hello, love," said the thing, her voice exuberent, exaggerated somehow. "How have you been, kittycat?"

Pripyat bristled and took an aggressive step forward, his blue eyes focused on the red and black demon invisible to the others.
"Leave this place," he snarled.

Method laughed, her high, hysterical voice wild. "Aww, you don't want to play, love?" Her expression did not change. It was static; a manic grin revealing white teeth stained with red.

"Leave!"" Pripyat's voice grew louder, more forceful, and he took another step forward. His tail lashed.

With a flutter of red and gray-black fur, Method flitted to stand before Pripyat. She was always so much faster...
"I missed you, my child," she crooned, drawing one claw across his face.
Pripyat flinched back, the shadows of an old terror in his eyes, a kittenlike look, though his face blazed with anger.
His teeth flashed at her, cut through her throat, but he tasted only smoke and then she was gone.

Wheeling, Pripyat's blue eyes sought the figment of his imagination.
There, Method stood beside Spiderlilly. She said nothing, but her grin was terrible.
Pripyat hurled himself toward her, leaping directly over Spiderlilly, his teeth clipping viciously together.
That choking smoke-flavor. Method did not bleed.

Pripyat hissed into Method's ear, his voice probably too low for the others to hear, "Leave this place; and do not touch the she-cat." For Method would kill Spiderlilly, and that would be a shame.

Method responded by stepping on Pripyat's paw, digging her black dagger-claws in.
Pripyat nearly yowled in pain. He bounced back, his head low, his eyes flashing, growling like a wolf.
He charged at her, fighting with his teeth as he always did, snapping and biting and then Method was gone and Pripyat could not remember when she had left, as it always was.

The black tom pulled himself to his feet, staring out at the entrance to BoneClan camp.
He twitched a few times, then relaxed.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Darkangel]

Darkangel smirked at her father's summary of the plan, but the cunning smile vanished as Pripyat made his comment at her leadership ways. It was instead replaced by an unnoticably worried gaze. A good leader did care for his or her warriors. Did not Darkangel care for her warriors, although she was not a true leader? Sure, she believed herself to be higher than them - and she was. Maybe her ways would change slightly at this remark?

The sleek ebony femme started as Pripyat spoke to no one. 'Leave this place.' Who? 'Leave!' Who?! Who was he talking to? Who did he want to leave? As Pripyat returned to normal, Darkangel looked nervously at him, then flicked her gaze to Bane.

[Spiderlily]

Well now, hadn’t the Boss given them their orders? Spiderlily flicked her tail, turning to speak to Pripyat in answering his question. Then his fit started; hissed words, anger. Yellow eyes watched his every movement, ears flicked forward to listen to every word uttered. However, such an incident did nothing to faze the taciturn New Yorker. Hell; she’d seen worse, more intense cases of insanity back at her home.

But she was not longer in the city, and the she-cat oft enough forgot that. Things were different; although, in the scheme of things, it appeared to be run a lot similar.

Not even a eye was batted as the fit subsided, not a question asked. It was none of her concern; should Pripyat choose to share the details of what he fought against in due time, then she’d listen.

“I would be honored if you did, Prip.”

Referring to what he had originally asked, of course.