The |Happenings| of .:Boneclan

[Barbwire]

<sub>[Peoples, feel free to throw your charries in here! I just needed something to do in Boneclan. X3 Oh, btw, I'll say the thread with Sharpfang and Darkangel are 'acceptance' threads so he could still be here. X3 If not, well, shame on me. XDD]

"You ASSHOLE!!! Why the hell do you keep following ME around?!" Snapped Barbwire as she strode through the entrance, obviously having wandered off somewhere. Her tail twitched irritably, glaring behind her as Sharpfang similarly stalked through, looking pissed as hellfire.

"Cause yer not an 'pprentice yet! Yer par'nts would eat m'standin' if tey knew somehow YOU slipp'd pas' me! 'n joo know tey would if tey found der precious princ'ss eat'n!" He snarled in return, nearly following over in a coughing fit. His tail twitched pitifully as he turned, glaring at Goldenblaze's and Heartless young 'princess'. 'Pah, princess my A.SS!' He thought to himself, shoving her farther into camp. "Ef Bane knew 'bout joo sneaking off, you'd be his new'st den dec'ration!" He snapped.

She snorted. "Ah, typical of you to always run back to Bane everytime you're threatened, even if by a mere kit!" She laughed. Even though she was apprentice age now, she still was classified as a 'kit'. She snorted again. "Pitiful old fleabag is what you are, I don't see why Bane even likes an old mange like you! You'd probably die standing!" She snarled.</sub>

[Darkangel]

"He likes Sharpfang because this tom here is loyal and strong."

She emerged from the shadows, a smirk on her pretty little face, her emerald eyes narrowed in amusement. She strode over to Barbwire, and put on a little pout. Believe me. I know. Indeed, Darkangel knew what her father liked, wanted, because frankly, she was just like him. The similarities were uncanny. The only real physical differences were Darkangel had her mother's golden tearstreaks running along her sides to her tailtips, Bane was blind in one eye, and Darkangel was...well, a girl.

"You shouldn't be sneaking off, little Barbwire. Sharpfang knows what he's talking about."

There were other cats in these lands who knew how to kill and eat another in a flash. Heartless and Barbwire were not the only cannibals around here. She knew; the Princess of BoneClan knew every bit of this place almost as well as her father did; the Dark King himself. Yes, Darkangel had explored when she was much younger; she'd taken herself on a tour of their territory. And now she was going to give the little cannibal a lecture, just to have some fun.

"Indeed! Bane trusts Sharpfang - as do I - because he is a fighter, and he hates RisingClan and StealthClan just as much as my father does. And I do."

She sighed, leaping onto a tiny little rock regally.

"But there are rogues out there who prey on kits - no, young cats - like you, and though we do the same, not on our own kin."

Darkangel drew her gaze around the entire camp; her father's kingdom, and her own. Barbwire and Sharpfang stood before her and her tiny rock, and she smiled. Sharpfang was indeed trustworthy; he was like Bane's partner in crime. He was one of the starting blocks of BoneClan itself. The Clan that would soon rule the entire valley, after the war was won. And Darkangel would be the princess; Bane would be the king. But who would truly be Bane's queen? She thought about her father having a mate. It would be...weird. She herself having a mate, however, would be nice...an heir or heiress when she was no longer the heiress.

But back to that lecture.

"Young Barbwire, you should not ridicule dearest Sharpfang. He helped my father create BoneClan, and if it were not for him, the Clan we know and love today would not be the same at all. Would you really want BoneClan to be different than it is now? I really think you'd miss it, dearie."

And with that, Darkangel smiled, having given the young fae a good lecture. She hopped off of her tiny rock, perhaps waiting for her father - perhaps just waiting.

[Bane]

Well spoken.... as always. Oh yes, that was his daughter all right. The beautiful, ruthless young princess... BoneClan's only, Darkangel.

The dark tom been resting within his den, the sweet aroma of calming herbs he had recently put within there making his mind swirl. It was one of the only places the King could relax, with no fear of others disturbing him, of raids, of all the sort that runs through a leaders mind every minute of the day. Patrols were out, food was aplenty and he felt confident in the skill of his assassins. His day had been spent greeting newcomers, which had sent another thought within his mind.

His meeting with Misery and Heartless had made him realise how Heartless's last litter had grown out of the rank of "Kit". As well as them, there were many other new apprentices, and current apprentices needing rank-changes. The oncoming war had erased this from Bane's to-do list, but now he had time to relax, why shouldn't he have time to sort out clan stuff?

The thought was enhanced by the screams of no other than Barbwire, a handful and a half as she was. The Dark Lord shook his paw in front of him, hooking it under a nearby bone - large enough to be a cats - and thrusting it toward him. He began to pick it clean of the last remains of meat, as well as sharpening his claws on it. His ears were turned toward the entrance to his den, listening with a grin of amusement upon his maw at the hassle outside.

As Darkangel entered the conversation, the Lord sighed, shoving the bone aside and lifting himself up onto all fours. After a long stretch, the tom began to make his way elegantly toward the entrance, pushing his muzzle imbetween the hanging ivy so as to move it aside, and making his way into daylight. There, he simply sat, ontop the boulder that towered above the clearing, and observing with sleepy orbs the chaos below. He knew not whether his appearance would go noticed, but he cared not. He just wanted the best seat for what was bound to be an amusing outburst from young Barbwire.[/size]

[Barbwire]

<sub>"I think I'll live, thanks," She snarled, shooting an irritable glance at Sharpfang, still not noticing as the King stepped from his den to watch the argument below. All's Barbwire knew was she was enjoying taunting the deputy without the leader coming to reprimand being a bastard to the deputy. "You thrive off of Bane's praise, and the thought that he'll back you up," She snarled, continuing her conversation as the she-cat left.

... But the things Darkangel said, all of them were true and made sense to Barbwire. Sharpfang had proven his worth through and through, and had won Bane's 'trust' more or less in becoming the deputy.

.... It was that he didn't trust her father. Goldenblaze and Sharpfang loathed eachother, though she was quite sure neither of them knew why. What she was positively sure was that nobody else knew why they hated eachother so. Was there something her father hadn't told her?

Sharpfang bowed his head with a grin. He was humbly gratified that The Princess had seen him as such, and what he was worth. Unlike this worthless brat here... Too much like her father she was. And even she seemed to see how he hated her father. Goldenblaze... Sharpfang simply didn't trust the tom. To hell with how he knew how he had in anyway won Bane's 'trust', though Sharpfang could not prove this fact, or win the love of a blood-thirsty and prized assasin of Boneclan; Heartless. But Sharpfang's thoughts on Heartless were neutral, if not in anyway attracted to her sharp attitude and blunt statements.

... But now THAT was not possible with that golden chit was flaunting around claiming himself a Boneclanner. Worthless excuse for ANY Boneclan cat.

"Joo are much like yer fath'r. With hopes joo won't be untrustw'rthy like 'im," He growled shortly. She sat back and stared like she was slapped. Ah, he hit a nerve...

"Good eve' Deputy," Growled a bittersweet voice, coming from behind him with murder in his eyes. But he would never attack the deputy... Maybe, during the war, he could pin the blame on another cat. But not here, where the blood would spill on the already stained earth. Then he would be just like the rest of the cats who had bled here. Too general... He wanted the death of the Deputy to be sweet. But he held all this in his mind, his tail flicking as he took his place behind his daughter, tail rubbing over her back. She gave a silky purr. "You have guts talking to my daughter like that, Sharpfang, Deputy or not.." He spoke evenly, all emotion draining from his face like water. All but that ever-there fire in his eyes.

"And jer one t'talk like dat to a Dep'ty, Gold'nblase," He stated bluntly, turning his side bitterly to Goldenblaze. It was like a taunt, and a nasty insult, but neither flinched. He stalked away to lay under the shade of a jutting rock, eyes still glaring at the Father and Daughter, still in hearing range of any comments.</sub>

[Darkangel]

Ah, and there was her father now. But as Goldenblaze stood behind his spunky little daughter Barbwire, Darkangel's eyes narrowed. This could get into quite the little argument...and being the Princess, she couldn't just let it get into a full-fledged fight, could she? She stepped forward, but not as though she was about to intervene. There was that smirk again. Her eyes were narrowed in anticipation of what would happen next. She wouldn't let it get into a fight, but she'd allow them to settle their differences...or at least, have a little insult-contest.

The Dark Lord's daughter leaped gracefully to where Bane stood now, a pretty smile on her pretty face. She sat beside him, her tail curling itself around her dainty paws. The fae gazed down upon her father's Clan and her grin widened. This was what a real Clan was - not a group of noble and courageous cats who could be as weak as a twig, but a group of strong cats. A group of cats who were feared.

"Father."

She greeted the tom who looked much like herself with a hint of affection in her voice. Pa; Papa; Dad; Father; Daddy. The tom who'd provided her paternal chromosome...but that's just the scientific way of looking at it, and science is boring. Darkangel smiled at Barbwire's spunk, the fire in her soul. She would be a valuable part of BoneClan someday, even if she did mouth off a lot. She wasn't exactly polite to Sharpfang or Darkangel, and the Heiress guessed that she wasn't gonna bow down to Bane all that easily, either.

[Bane]

"The clan is a bubble of friendlyness, I see."

The words were spoke calmly, yet hidden sarcasm lay within them. The tom gave a small nod in ackowledgement of his daughter, not the type to show true affection as some parents would. He had taught Darkangel as such - parents were simply that, none of this affection lark. He had never been there to get Darkangel out of sticky situations, seeing it as best that she learn herself. His method of training was different, would be frowned upon by others, but look at the result. His protege was trimmed to perfection. A small growl of approval rumbled within his throat as he thought of her, and what wonders she would do for BoneClan.

The King gracefully leapt down from the boulder, moving slowly yet elegantly toward where Sharpfang stood, circling behind him to sit on his other side, where he laid his single emerald orb upon the littlest of those gathered, young Barbwire. He smiled, thinking of all she stood for. But most certainly, she had outgrown being a kit, hadn't she?

"You bring up good points, Barbwire. Your mind has outgrown your kit status."

He spoke matter-of-factly, turning his gaze onto Goldenblaze. He understood Sharpfang's dislike for the tom, as Bane had once been wary of him also. Yet Goldenblaze has proven his worth as a BoneClanner, giving the King no reason to doubt him anymore. For some reason, even Sharpfang couldn't see that. But, differences alike, he expected them to act civil, for there was no room for inner arguments in Bane's Clan.

Bane then turned his attention to his Deputy, though kept his gaze firmly upon little Barbwire. It was one of his things, him often not staring whomever he spoke to straight in the eye, unless necessary. Plus, he enjoyed seeing how Barbwire reacted to things, and daren't miss her reaction to what she might find out next.

"Sharpfang, do you feel you could handle an apprentice?"

He asked, a mischevious grin curling his rims.[/size]

[Barbwire]

<sub>True, Barbwire was proving herself more and more to be a warrior, and certainly outgrew her kit stage. True, Goldenblaze had proven his worth to Bane just as Sharpfang had. True, Heartless loved GOLDENBLAZE and not HIM. True, Barbwire was Goldenblaze's daughter, and not HIS. True, he was better looking than mangy Sharpfang, though he was actually quite young. True, all this thoughts flew threw his head and made him more and more melancholy. But that was quick to change as he flew into the air, jaw dropping, eyes pitifully large.

"But Baaa-aaane! She'n but a brat, 'n she's got t'mouth of'n elder!! She doesn' deserve t'be MY 'pprentice! and-" But he was Deputy, and Bane's most faithful follower. He knew he wouldn't win anyways as he muttered a 'yes'm Bane' and plopped down, a look in his eye in Barbwire's direction that read 'this is all your fault..

Barbwire waved her tail in the air and purred as Bane approached, shooting Sharpfang and his bitter thoughts an 'in your face' appearance. Hah, she had indeed grown out of her kit stage. She gave a Barbwire like grin, her teeth showing beneath her curled lips.

And then her jaw dropped at the same time as Goldenblaze and Sharpfang. Bwut..? How could she.. Sharpfang.. Be Mentor and Apprentice? Bah, that was like asking to be his mate! No way! No hell! "BANE! I demand-" But she was quickly quieted down as her father's tail was stuffed into her wide open mouth, rendering her speechless with a smouldering glare enough to break down any cat. Fortunatly, Goldenblaze wasn't paying attention.

"Er, Bane, as much as I.. Respect your decisions.. Don't you think this is a little.. Much?" He questioned, flicking his tail hopefully. There was no way he'd let his daughter become his apprentice if he could help it! He gave a hopeful grin, his single ear flicking back for even more hopeful signs. "I apologize, they hate eachother, to bluntly state it," trying to keep his voice business like. "And Sharpfang.. Is.. Well. Just Sharpfang." He frowned, looking down at his agrieved daughter between his paws.</sub>

[Darkangel]

Oohohoho...she opened her mouth as if she was going to laugh, but no laugh came out. Her emerald eyes glistened. Her father was great - making two cats who completely hated each other mentor and apprentice to each other? Brilliant. Bane was absolutly brilliant. And Darkangel hoped to be just like him. She leaped down after he'd proposed such a proposition to Sharpfang, but when all three cats protested, she put on a look of surprise and indignation.

"I am surprised! Your leader has made his choice, and you all protest?"

Darkangel shook her head at the three, but that glint of amusement in her eyes still lingered. This was just too much; she couldn't have thought of such a great mentor-apprentice matching. Barbwire was such a defiant little gal, and when Goldenblaze stuffed his tail in her mouth, Darkangel gave a little snrrk. She really hoped that the young fae didn't see or hear her laughter, because she knew that Barbwire could hold a bit of a grudge and she'd be a strong warrior one day. Not as strong as Darkangel herself, but you get the point.

The Dark Lord's Heiress strode over to Barbwire and smirked. It was really quite perfect; she would learn to get along with her father's enemy. Maybe even Goldenblaze would be able to get along with his enemy. She sat beside the little fae and her smirk grew. It was a perfect plan; she glanced up at her father with a hint of amusement in her emerald eyes.

[Pripyat]

[ homg Pripyat curses? o.o ]

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

Pripyat was angry.

BoneClan's signature psychotic warrior slinked into camp, his head raised, ears alert. His bright lunatic blue eyes flashed.
He did not seem to notice the conversation, or shall I say confronation, taking place a few foxlengths away.

The lanky black cat scanned the camp in his predatory, wolflike way, his tail curling and uncurling slowly.
Why so anxious, Pripyat?

"Where's Spiderlilly?" he growled. It was his custom to follow the tabby she-cat wherever she went, sometimes at a distance; when she wanted him to leave, he would, but he would always return. He was her shadow, dark and swift and completely insane.
And he could not find her.

She was likely out on patrol, or hunting. BoneClan had a large territory, and Spiderlilly was obviously capible of taking care of herself. But Pripyat had fairly obviously taken a liking to her, and when she was beyond his sight, he often grew nervous.

"Maybe she is dead."
She came. A bloodred thing, vaguely catlike, vaguely wolflike; with a thick, long tail and spiralling black markings. Method, bringer of bad things.

Invisible to all but Pripyat.

"Don't say that," he hissed at her.

"Why not?" She was grinning; many, many razor teeth glinted in the light. "After all, times are..."
She circled Pripyat, her sinister, pupiless white eyes narrow.
"...Dangerous."

Pripyat snarled at thin air, his eyes tracking something that existed only in his mind.

Method did not relent. She never did. "She could have been slaughtered by a RisingClan patrol. Or a StealthClan patrol. Any Clan, any cat...BoneClan had many enemies, love."

"You lie."
"Never, my love."

Pripyat shook his head, then, without any warning at all, struck.
Sharp white fangs clipped shut just before Method's face.
She laughed.

"Aww, ish you mad, little kitty?" She taunted. She circled the agitated tom like a vulture, only somewhat less benign.

"Shove it, bitch." Pripyat snapped, his blue eyes following her.
Then he attacked again, a flash of teeth and motion.

Method's claws opened a gash across his shoulder and Pripyat tore through flesh and tasted blood and Method hissed and
then
she
was
gone.

Pripyat stood alone in the center of camp, his shoulder running with blood. His fur slowly settled on his shoulders and his eyes lost their angry fire.
Confused and irritated, Pripyat glanced around. His shoulder ached.
There was no wound. Pripyat's confusion increased, blocking out his agitation.

He looked up, at the group assembled nearby, and all at once he was himself again.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Spiderlily]

And, like magic, the scent of the Spiderlily wafted through the camp, followed by a dervish and wild shriek, a clash of body and reek of blood as twin blurs flooded into the camp, the tabby she-cat and Heartless locked together in a whirling conflict of unsheathed claws and flashing fangs. But, if one looked close to the two combatants, one could see that blows that would be fatal only brought the mildest of cuts, rips and tears that would eviscerate only mildly bruised the other’s body.

No, the two she-cats didn’t like one another, it was a well enough known fact around Boneclan, but this fight, although it wasn’t in play, wasn’t to the death.

Heartless and Spiderlily were sparring.

As the warriors drew closer to the Dark Lord, his Heiress, and the others they broke off from one another. Heartless seemed disinterested in the group, she lightly limped off, a gaze to her hind leg off setting her movement for a moment before she plopped down near the medicine cat den to sooth the mild wound. Razorblade wasn’t in sight, but it was likely the sinisterly cruel tom had gone to shore his supplies up even more then previously.

As for Darkazure, the old tom was nowhere to be seen, and hadn’t been for a few weeks now.

Spiderlily tracked all this as she tracked every last member of the clan, including the dire Bane himself. There was little that escaped the torturer’s trained hues, and the cunning executioner used her vast experience to keep her head up here.

This life, here in the Valley, was so much easier then the one she had lived within previously. The wild streets of New York City were filled with many many perils, and the feline underlife of the city even more conflicting and terrible then this war between the clans. The tabby she-cat had seen wars many times before; blood wars over turf or between city clans that wanted nothing more then to wipe the opposition from the face of the earth, until the streets ran crimson with blood.

The she-cat hadn’t escaped the mild spar without any wounds, there was the occasional scattering across her frame, but, like with Heartless, it was nothing serious or hindering in the least. Yellow hues darted easily from the leader, scanning the gathered cats in silence for a moment, before the intelligent female padded to sit down beside Pripyat, Although she was as fond of her shadow as he was of her, there was no gentle touch or verbal greeting towards him; Spiderlily wasn’t that kind of cat. Life had been hard on her, turned her into a creature unbelievably dangerous, and she served Boneclan to the fullest.

Well, as long as Pripyat did. He and the prospect of causing fear over the sniveling other clans were the two things holding the tabby here. She gave Bane grudging respect, Darkangel even less so since the Heiress still had yet to fully prove herself to the torturer’s eyes, but to ask for more out of the tabby would be like asking her to claw your eyes out. Oh, she’d respect you but you would have to suffer tremendously for it.

If anything could be said about Spiderlily at the moment, was that she looked somewhat out of place. Such simpler matters of a normal, natural day within the Boneclan camp off-put the executioner, as if the tabby knew little on how to live a normal existence. Strife and internal conflict were familiar, however, and she could see Heartless’s mate and her growing daughter’s intense dislike for the clan’s Deputy. Amusing, really, but her yellow hues narrowed ever so slightly, crafty mind already figuring through several strategies on how she could use such a situation to her advantage. She might or might not; it all depended on how she felt at the moment the opportunity occurred.

Hn. Well now, if Bane was doling out apprentices…the tabby looked more intrigued at the thought. There were many kits at apprentice age within the clan…maybe all her patrols and scouting she’d done for the clan lately would have earned her one? Spiderlily didn’t particularly like kits, most kits, but when it came to corrupting another feline, twisting them into a prized killer, a cat who knew the ins and outs of a feline’s mind and how to twist it just so to snap it…of yes, that did sound like fun.

Her tail lashed, once, a simple singularity as she slowly lowered herself into a lie next to Pripyat, wanting to view how much this spectacle furthered itself and to allow Bane to become aware of her presence. As if he wasn’t already, her and Heartless’s skirmish probably attracted all sorts of attention.

“Hmmmm.”

She contemplated the matters at hand, yellow hues resting upon the impressive figure of the King himself for a long moment, before looking to her dark companion.

“The clans have quieted, Pripyat, for the time being. There are rumors of a murder committed at the Gathering though. Pity we couldn’t be there to give the murderer pointers, eh?”

[Bane]

ooc|There was a murder at the Gathering O= Who died and who killed them?
ic|

Bane growled irritably, he expected retorts to his idea but not ones as immature as these! The large tom stood, his tail erect to show dominance, turning upon Sharpfang with a glare.

"You may dislike her, but she no doubt has all it takes to become a decent assassin of this clan. I gave her to you as a priviledge to herself for recieving such a highly trained assassin, so she may gain respect for those of higher ranking, despite her obvious dislike to them. And you, I expect you to train her to the best of your ability, teach her all there is to know. No protests, no foolish childish complaints."

His words were harsh, spat out like venom. He was disgusted that his deputy could behave in such a manner, and expected him to snap out of it. With another short growl, he leapt back upon the boulder, a yowl issuing forth over the camp, summoning the others who had yet to come. He might as well use this opportunity to give out apprentices to more warriors. He spotted Pripyat and Spiderlily already, two of the newer members, yet both as skilled as the older members. Unsure yet as to who would be getting an apprentice, but he decided to make that decision based on who turned up. He also had other important things to attend to, including his dearest daughter, Darkangel. He had trained her hard, trained her well, and she was most definitely worthy now to be called a BoneClanner.[/size]

ooc| people who are in the process of being accepted/just been accepted may post here too ^^ I plan to give out mentors to all apprentices here.

[Bringer of Night]

Bringer of Night emerged from the warriors' den, giving a long, forlorn sigh. Her sleep was interrupted. But...hey. This could be interesting. Little Barbwire arguing with her father's enemy, and then being assigned as his apprentice? Too much, Bane dearest, too much. Night stretched; a long, luxurious stretch, then trotted out to the middle of the camp where Barbwire, Sharpfang, Goldenblaze and Darkangel stood. The assassin grinned. When would she be given an apprentice?

The night-furred she-cat sat behind Barbwire and Goldenblaze and glanced up at Bane himself. He was a clever one, quite crafty. Bringer of Night's grin grew wider. He knew what he was doing; there was a reason he was pairing up the two cats who hated each other most as apprentice and mentor.

[batty]

The new apprentice Batpaw stalked into the clearing.An eerie aura surrounded her,a very strong depressed emotion.The rusty cat looked up to see Bane and many others crowded around.She decided to see what was happening.

Batpaw slowly trudged over to where the cats were and sat a half fox-length away.Listening in,she could make out a few phrases.Apparently Bane was giving Sharpfang an apprentice.Batpaw scowled,knowing that she might be next.She needed no mentor!She had been already trained to be a fine warrior!True,she had only turned six moons,but she could outsmart practically anyone.

And it might endanger your promise.

Batpaw almost laughed at the thought of aking a friend in this wasteland.She listened on,waiting for her name to appear.

[Wolfwings]

Now the day has come...we are forsaken...there's no time anymore...

The vicious femme stalked her way into the BoneClan camp. Eyes as red as spilt blood, pelt the color of a dirtied wound. She scanned the scene for any potential threats. She decided that they all were. Every single cat looked liable to attack at the slightest provocation. She guessed there were all on edge, what with this war pending and all. How did she know about the war? Well, we may never know that... Scythekit didn't care, she could take care of herself, but what was that that Bane was saying? Mentors? Oh sh*t...that. The worst part of learning to be a killer, was that she had to learn it at all...

"Do I get one of these mentors then, Bane?" she asked, eyes narrowed in unusually calm slits. Though that calm expression hid hellish intentions...

So how does it feel to be the enemy?

[Barbwire]

<sub>Sharpfang lowered his head in shame, his eyes hidded from his ears, his nose almost touching the ground like a wounded animal. "Yes'm, Bane, it shan't happ'n agin.." He murmered quietly, but audible to the group around them. And then he glanced up at the spit-fire competition between Heartless and Spiderlilly. Eyes narrowed, he regained face and stalked towards them, then with a yowl dodged out of the way before they would tumble into them. They suddenly broke apart, hissing and spitting, and it was then the deputy realized the spar. Quite evenly matched, too, as he silently wished Heartless had in any way gained the upper paw, or that she was not harmed. It gave him a fire in his heart as he watched Goldenblaze get to his feet and hurriedly stalk towards his mate.

His mate...

Bah, stupid foolish creature still didn't deserve such a femme.

Sure that Barbwire would follow no retorts at Bane, Goldenblaze's tail slipped from between her jaws. But her eyes were no longer smouldering with angering.. They were shining with laughter upon her new Mentor, and the clan's deputy. How pitiful he looked as Bane reprimanded him, she could hardly stand to watch the stupid creature!! But, alas, she continued, until a fight between her mother and Spiderlilly pried her eyes from the Deputy's sight and she gave a laugh. It was also well known that Heartless and Spiderlilly loathed each other. No doubt about it, though nobody was sure why.

With a grin, she bounded to her feet, steering clear of the flying tempers, and began with a deafening yowl ," FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FI-" But was received with a tail into the mouth again, and a narrowed expression from her golden and white father.

Ensured for the time being, that Barbwire would try no more foolishness, he slipped his bottlebrush tail from her mouth one more time before hurrying to his mate's side. They had not seen eachother in so long, with the War upon them, Goldenblaze was sent upon duties after duties to prepare. Now, it shocked him to see her in such a spit-fire stage, tumbling into camp with such a commotion it would probably scare the prey from here to Mistclan! He shot Spiderlilly a reproachful stare, that she had even thought to fight his love, and continued on, forgetting for the moment the Bane/Sharpfang/Barbwire scenario.

He sat beside the sandy-she, furry tail wrapping around her haunches and he began licking at her forehead, giving a reasurring purr. He then began licking at the small nicks and cuts, keeping a trained eye upon the medicine den, lest Razorblade returned. Just as Spiderlilly had Prip, Heartless had Goldenblaze. His single ear flicked as his nose brushed past something else. And it was at that point that the scent assaulted him, and he looked up to see a monochrome tom enter the camp.</sub>

[Misery]

Misery followed after the fight, remaining behind several tail-lengths, lest they suddenly turn tail and begin to roll towards him. No, he followed his mother.

... Heartless...

The other one, the tabby-she, he had no idea who she was, and frankly he didn't care. However, he was indeed enjoying this, even if he wasn't at the center taking the upper hand. Misery flicked his tail. Indeed, his mother had learned much in this 'Clan' as they called it. Perhaps he would learn just as well?

Though he needed not a Mentor. He was an adult, able to pick up techniques quickly.

He stalked into camp just in time to see a white and gold tom remove his tail from a feisty looking young she, and stalk towards... Heartless..

Heartless.

She had a new mate now...?

Pah, Misery would never accept him. He was not his father, nobody was. Not after Hannibal..

No. He would not think of such things. But it certainly appeared she had a new, more recent, litter of kits..

This should be fun..

He narrowed his red eyes, glancing up at the tom. He was staring at Misery, but looked taken aback at his sudden appearance of hellfire red eyes. Oh, he didn't know? This would be a laugh. He stalked towards Barbwire, a hideous grin on his face. "Good evening, little lady," He spoke, his words coated with vile and poison. But the tone was sweet. She narrowed her eyes dangerously, and even Misery was suddenly taken aback. God damn, she had a ferocious look. She opened her mouth. "Who the hell are you?"

_{XDDD Little 'plotness' more or less. Misery and Barbwire will start to have competitions to see who is stronger and more domineering. XDDDDD It appears there will be many ties. XDD Misery has the personality, and Barbwire certainly has that 'look' down.}

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the D E M O N in me.

Pripyat watched events unfold themselves in the camp with bright blue eyes, relaxed but ready to leap to his paws in an instant if a threat arose. Unlike Spiderlilly, Pripyat's loyalty to BoneClan was absolute; the Clan was lucky to have him. He was dedicated and skilled in battle, albeit psychotic. Still, no cat was perfect.

He glanced almost worriedly at Spiderlilly for a moment, but, deciding that she had no serious wounds and that had merely been just a spar, he calmed and promptly forgot what he was worried about.
He grinned, showing many pointed white teeth. "Pity," he agreed. "There's nothing like a good murder to liven up a Gathering."

Ah, but now apprentices were being assigned. Pripyat looked up at Bane, giving him most of his attention. The remaining bits of his attention were, as always, focused on Spiderlilly.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me.

[Darkangel]

Darkangel growled as Spiderlily and Heartless flew into a hissing ball of rage. This was no time to fight among each other; the war was upon them like a dark storm cloud. Stop, she wanted to screech, but only stood and bristled. Surely they would realize that the Dark Lord's Daughter was angry, what with the tension she was causing? But the feisty little Barbwire spoke and she glanced back with a menacing stare, as if she was saying, 'Say one more word and I will have you cleaning everyone's bedding for a moon.'

Thankfully, Goldenblaze intervened - by sticking his tail in her mouth again. Both Pripyat and the golden and white tom quickly went over to Heartless and Spiderlily; it was good that the Clan was closeknit enough to help each other out. Well, after two she-cats had just fought. Ah, well. It was a good enough home for her - it wasn't RisingClan, it wasn't StealthClan, and it wasn't one of those soft kittypet-like original Clans.

But the Princess's thoughts were suddenly turned to her father. Ah, this meant she wouldn't be an 'apprentice' anymore, yes? She had trained secretly for many moons with Bane, and now all that hard work was about to pay off. But...this would mean sitting vigil tonight. Well, you can't win everything, and if sitting vigil meant being a full-fledged warrior, the Darkangel was okay with it. And perhaps this meant that soon she would have an apprentice of her very own; Darkangel felt she could handle one right now, but that wasn't likely to happen.

And then her attention was focused once more on Sharpfang. He was like another father to her; he kept an eye on her when Bane was off on missions and such. She felt she'd hurt his feelings and slinked over to him. Darkangel whispered a small, 'Are you okay?' in his ear, and her emerald eyes actually had a hint of concern in them. If she had hurt him, the Heiress would feel terrible, as if she'd hurt Bane himself.

[Bane]

ooc| Okay, looks like nobody else is going to turn up. I shall deal out mentors and apprentcies only to those who are here. And eh, I cba to do the proper speech and all that for this xD


The tom sat still, his single orb slowly searching the small crowd, and though disappointed by it's size, he kept his cool. The crowd settled, and as the young Scythekit asked whether she would get one of these as her mentor, he gave a short nod before he stood, his obsidian fur rustling in the slight wind, as his orbs moved over every one of them, before opening his mouth to allow his voice to pass.

"BoneClan! It has been a while since a meeting has been held. Much needs to be done, and I shall begin with the most important."

A pause, as his eyes fixed upon Darkangel, nodding as signal to step forward.

"Darkangel, you have trained as an apprentice under myself for long enough now. From now on, you go under the rank of warrior. Serve the clan well, as is expected from you."

Bane gave somewhat a small smile, yet no nuzzle or anything. Simply a small nod. Yet he was indeed proud of his daughter, and hoped great things from her in the future.[/size]

[Darkangel]

The Heiress smirked and dipped her head to her father, eyes still on him. She turned to the rest of the Clan who'd gathered - yes, it was quite small - and opened her mouth to speak. This day was a day of perfection. Perfection was being promoted to a warrior. Darkangel flicked her tail and it curled around her forepaws, while she closed her mouth with a smile and a purr. She had her speech - well, not exactly a speech as it was just a few words - ready; she just needed some time to observe her Clan. Her emerald eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth again.

"Thank you, father. I cannot wait for the day to come when we shall take down RisingClan and StealthClan."

Darkangel stepped down to the front of the crowd and sat, waiting for another announcement from her father. Perhaps apprentices would be named; mentors be called upon. She sat and waited; maybe she would be named a mentor. Unlikely, though; she had, of course, just been named a warrior.