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Post by Amberstar on Mar 9, 2007 0:53:02 GMT -5
"Heartless, eh? Why do you need that she-cat, eh cat?" Replied a deep drawl, and out stepped a slim white cat, with calico patchings along his spine. "I'd not suggest hangin' 'round with a cat like dat!" He growled snidely, watching the cats proudly. It was obvious he wasn't educated unless in the feral way, and even poorly to that. He was thin, and a little broken down in appearance, but it still didn't diminish the burning soul in his greedy golden eyes.
She-cats, land, and plenty of food is all he cared for. He was that kind of cat.
"Word spreads 'round," He said to any and all curious looks he might have got from the cats around him as he strided into the center. "Can't 'ttack me though. I'm on my own lands!" He spat, yet more proudly at the risingclan cats, and turned to the other cat. How innocent he was, how pathetic..
"Lemme introduce myself to ya. I'ma Felony."
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Post by Lucky on Mar 9, 2007 7:44:03 GMT -5
A deep snarl unfurled in the siamese's throat. Bete hated rogues, and she hated BoneClan even more.
Heartless in BoneClan huh? I'll probably be ripping her fur off when it's time for war.
"Go to BoneClan yourself and see how nice they're treating her!" she snarled. Then said, "Well, excuse my manners. I'm Bete, Warrior of RisingClan!"
Usually the she-cat studdered when she talked, but when she was mad, she was mad! (However, she'd be mumbling about it later...)
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Post by Onyxdart on Mar 9, 2007 22:25:01 GMT -5
This was why Deepcreek stayed away from borders. How could she manage to be coldly polite, but Bete was hissing and snarling at this rogue? She rolled her eyes, and stepped forward, trying to be obvious. Things were not getting out of control with her here. She refused.
"Bete, will you please stop that?" This first to her fellow warrior.
"Boneclan is not known or kindness or their treatment of other cats, but unless you fancy meeting them, I would not stay to their borders. Heartless is one of them- she is not dead, not that I have heard, nor prisoner. I believe she is there willingly, which I would assume means she is happy." Second, she spoke to the first newcomer.
"I don't think any of us ever claimed a will to attack you, sir, so there's no need to get hissy. If you know of Risingclan, you know we don't randomly attack cats outside our borders." Finally, she spoke to Felony. Then she looked at both of the newcomers. Before she gave everyone a chance to respond, she was going to introduce herself.
"I'm Deepcreek, a warrior of Risingclan. The other two will introduce themselves as they see fit... or not." Then she sat, her eyes just warning anyone from either side to go after another. She had very much the look of a contained weapon. The first person to try anything was going to deal with her. [/size] |
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Post by Amberstar on Mar 9, 2007 23:45:39 GMT -5
"I choose th' rogue lifestyle for m'self, not for YOU to choose it for me, she-cat," He hissed coldly, but his eyes fell upon Deepcreek as she spoke. His whiskers quivered in contemplation. "Well, finally, a normal cat here at yer borders." He gave Bete another cold look. Obviously, he was already growing less and less fond of her. Clan cats, all thought they were SO petty and immortal by saying they were in a CLAN! How dare she judge the tom by his status as a lowly rogue?? How arrogant could these clan-cats get, by thinking they were living the high life in depending on others? Rogues were here before any clan cat stepped paw on this land, that was a fact Felony knew all the way through and through. "Yes'm, y'never know when a cat might cross yer path and 'ttack ya, living life as a rogue.." He growled conversationally, trying his best to be even headed. He still looked and sounded just as unconvincing as when he'd come strolling in here owning the place. "I've not heard much 'n Risingclan, having lived closer t'Boneclan anyways." He sat on his haunches, licking his paw pleasantly, only making it more dirtier with his coarse licks at it. "E'cept for dat Risingclan cat them Boneclan has of you's. Nasty, petty, little she-kitty!" He gave a mad cackle. "But y'dint hear dat from me." He gave a silky but almost sinister purr. ((Guys, seriously, lemme know if you don't understand him.  He's a tad hard to understand, i'm trying to come across as him being pure rogue, and simply put uneducated. ^^ He tries to be civil towards other cats, but he's rather abused as that status, so he holds grudges against clan-cats unless shown respect first, as in the case of Deepcreek.)) |
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Post by Onyxdart on Mar 10, 2007 23:17:16 GMT -5
Deepcreek was watching everyone, listening to Felony with one ear tipped. However...
Wait, what? The Boneclanners have one of /our's/?
Clearly she was a bit aghast. Did Kestrel know? Surely this must've been recently, or someone would have noticed. Oh dear.
Well, she doubted this tom was lying. And that meant there was a Risingclan cat in Boneclan territory, probably captured by them?
Please, is there anything else you know? She's probably in an awful lot of danger. I do know you're a rogue, and I'll respect if you're not going to tell us more, because you've got your own self to worry about.
She was very worried, but she knew better than to bully the tom. That would get her nothing. You catch more flies with honey, after all. [/size] |
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Post by Lucky on Mar 11, 2007 10:42:56 GMT -5
Bete's ears perked up. Her tail had been twitching with anger, now it was twitching with worriedness. The frown on her face quickly faded, replaced with a worried looked.
"One... one... one of ours?" The siamese franticly looked around, "L... L... Last time I checked... we... we... we were all accounted for!"
Her paws shifted with nervousness. How could she be so careless? But she was new! That's what scared her. She promised Kestrel that she would make her proud. Was she letting her down?
"Should... Should... Should we go and... and um... and look? Look for her?"
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Post by Onyxdart on Mar 13, 2007 16:29:24 GMT -5
Deepcreek turned to the twitchy siamese and blinked.
We should tell Kestrel, and let her decide what to do. Otherwise we could just make it worse, or get ourselves caught. She might even know already, if someone else figured it out...
Okay, so Deepcreek didn't really believe that, but it was a possibility, right? Oh, she hoped Kestrel knew and was already out looking for whoever had been captured. The sooner they got whoever it was back, the better. [/center][/size] |
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Post by Amberstar on Mar 14, 2007 23:19:19 GMT -5
And how Felony loved sweettalk! He smirked, as if encouraging her. He seemed to be content, for he continued speaking. "Yeah, a blue she. Kinda grey s'well. Rageblue, somemat. Bluerag? Bluerage?? Y'well, you get it. Y'reco'nize 'er?" He shrugged, as if not caring, but he was looking for more sweettalk. It certainly was /like/ honey to him!
He was quite pleased when the she-cat had dropped the pissy act and finally decided to act like she gave a damn 'bout anything. "I's for yous to find out, not my 'cision." He gave a half-hearted shrug, continuing to lick at his paw.
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Post by Onyxdart on Mar 14, 2007 23:31:30 GMT -5
Deepcreek recognized the name Bluerage. Now that she knew who'd been kidnapped, she really wanted to get back to camp. She didn't want to be rude, but... well, this was her clanmate they were talking about, and she took precedence over being polite to some rogues. As much as Deepcreek hated to admit this.
Bluerage... that's her. I'm sorry to chat and run, but we really have to let Kestrel know. Thank you, though.
She nodded respectfully to Felony, and then glanced to the other tom.
I know things are hectic, but if you wanted to talk to Kestrel for any reason, you could just hang around by the borders. I'm sure she'd find you as soon as she takes care of this thing with Boneclan and Bluerage.
She didn't know why he'd want to talk to Kestrel, but the offer was there all the same. Then she turned and bounded back towards the camp, flicking her tail for the other two to follow her, and follow quickly. She wasn't in the set of mind to wait up. [/size][/center] |
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Post by Lucky on Mar 21, 2007 6:39:55 GMT -5
Bete looked worriedly to Deepcreek.
"I'll give you guys a head start. I've got long legs and can run fast."
The siamese turned, kicking up a bit of dust, then speeding back across the borders to tell Kestrel about Bluerage. But thoughts ran through her mind the whole way.
When did they take her? How did they take her? I just saw her!
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He's a tad hard to understand, i'm trying to come across as him being pure rogue, and simply put uneducated. ^^ He tries to be civil towards other cats, but he's rather abused as that status, so he holds grudges against clan-cats unless shown respect first, as in the case of Deepcreek.))