Return Of The Venom-Laced Bittersweet Lie.

[Sabrestar]

She's screaming for release within this cellophane wrapped heartattack.
She's smiling through this venom-laced, bitter sweet lie.
She's flirting with the threats of fate and wishes to die.

She's a beautiful murderer.

Duskclan.
Has Fate not kept her long enough from her home? Her domain in which she ruled as Mistress, as Queen. The Clan in which was beginning to fall to shreds beneath the dissapearance of its Leader; the Clan in which newcomers came and fled because no Leader would welcome them into their rank as Warrior or Apprentice. It was the cruel act of Luck that had captured the small, black feline from her state of glory and health.
It was a horrid sickness in which took weeks to cure.
Where she suffered the pains of a slowing heart and the blindness of despair, she pulled through.

Sabrestar was not one to give up.

And that was written within every flicker of movement traced within the thin, though slender and well-muscles limbs, striding with all the regalty of a Queen once more. The tiny scars beneath her icey-blue eyes were hidden beneath the glossy hairs of oblivion black, groomed sleek to perfection. Otherwise flawless face was a look of limited malice, controlled, for Sabrestar was no fool; she was no impudent kit. She knew when dignity would be a weakness. And because of that, she hid most feelings behind a stoical mask of ice and frozen emotion.

A slight smirk curved across her muzzle, where the very corner of her bottom lip was lifted into a smile, the slight glitter of pearly white fangs barely visible behind her black lips.

Always daring, was she not?

And so she headed straight towards the jutted half-cliff near the edge of the clearing, the massive rock that protruded from the ground, its cold, black-grey surface smooth, arching over the soil like a monster awaking from sleep.
She leapt easily upon it in a smooth twist and churn of sinew.

She raised her small muzzle higher into the moonlit atmosphere, mist curling across the ground within the humid summer night, hot and cold mixing to form spectral-like beings floating across the ground.

"Duskclan; welcome back the entrance of your Leader, for I have returned from my dwellings away from home.

I speak with you all with authority on my lips and an announcement to make."

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[Hawkclaw]

He had been hunting. He'd been hunting a lot recently, becoming restless with the situation DuskClan was in, and no excitement thrilled his life. He wanted an adventure, wanted to stretch his legs and run. And kill. But he was in a clan now, he had to have 'respect' otherwise others wouldn't respect him. Like he cared. Those idiots in StoneClan proved that even when you're polite and don't just rip their faces off, you still get sh*t thrown in your face. He could tell underneath their faces that they were thinking 'cocky young tom' and hell, he was proud of his arrogance! Anyway, I've lost the track of thought my mind was going through so end of paragraph.

That was when his leader's call rang through the air. And it chased off his ruddy rabbit. He snorted with impatience, slashing with deadly claws at a clump of grass nearby, and raced back to the camp. Muscles flexed underneath his black torty pelt, long tail flowing behind him like it were a snake. Since he'd left his former clan, he was becoming a rather lean, strong muscled, handsome warrior. Something to be proud of. And heck did he know he was pretty. He was the most handsome kitty in this ruddy forest! Well, he thought so. As he entered the clearing, his dear shadow-like leader was stood upon the cliff. Her face, void of emotion. As always. A sheepish grin curled the corner of Hawkclaw's rims, tail flicking behind him.

"Well well, look who finally turns up. We've had StoneClan threatening to invade our territory just to make up for lost time at the gathering."

He padded forward slowly, settling himself to the side of the clearing, not too near the front, but not near the back. Curiosity made his whiskers twitch and his muscles tighten. Maybe they'd finally find out why she'd left. Long tail curled around large, lethal paws, his amber orbs glittering with pleasure at the return of Sabrestar, and that young glitter young cats always have. Their leader was home. All was good. Yay.[/size]

[Snowstar]

_{The leader's voice called through the silence of the camp, and the silence was slit like ice. Cracking and moving aside to reveal the dark blue waters, that dangers could lurk. Sharks, and anything that could eat you.. Drowning, even the freezing cold itself. Duskclan was just that metephor now, for with the reappearance of Sabrestar, the ocean could once again flourish with the dangers it had before the icey lid covered it up. With that, the young kit bounded towards the rock and skidded around the side to join Hawkclaw, looking up with excitement. And here was the fish, the pitiful fish in a band of sharks that nobody chose to eat. Simply bait. He bounded a bit before sitting down with a 'flump', still covered in crow feathers and blood. Kits weren't supposed to hunt, but it had invaded the clan and Talonkit couldn't resist just grabbing it down and chasing it until it flew away, covering the ground in rusty blood; and the kit himself. While he held the stench of fresh-blood, the blood was not clean; it was that of a scavenger bird. But nobody could resist those eager to please eyes, and the great big proud grin shoved across his maw, Not even the coldest hearts could punish him. Talon kit here, Reporting for Duty, Sabre!}

[Bovine]

Smokepaw returned to the camp swiftly, carrying his kill, a well-fed field mouse and a meadowlark, dropping them on the fresh-kill pile before joining his clan-mates. He chose a spot next to the bloodied Talonkit, curling his tail over his paws, his skinny frame proof of the ammount of running and stamina build he had done in the time he was a DuskClan cat. Their leader had finally returned and order would return to DuskClan....

He couldnt help but think back to when StoneClan cats came to their borders....why did they wish to speak with him? Thoughts of the day before danced in his mind.

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[falina]

She tilted her head to the side with a grim smile as she heard of the leader's return. Tattered ears flitted forward as white paws moved smoothly at an easy lope.

Ah, Saberstar, there she was.

"Greetings, my leader. Pleasure to see that you still walk the earth as a solid form. I had began to wonder what had become of you." She gave her infamous purring smile to signify that she was indeed grateful for Sabrestar's return.

Rump found the ground as she sat a few yards away from the black female before licking a paw and swiping it over her face, "It's been so dreadfully dull in your absense."

[Sabrestar]

ooc| I'm gonna wait for one or two more kitties before posting. :3 [/size]

[nightfang]

Placing one foot in front of another the black-and-flawed she-cat walked to the clearing. Muscles rippled under the untidy, muddy, patchwork pelt. Blood was still smeared across her face, signing her had just been out hunting. With a last lick across her face to remove hardly half of the tangy juices, she sprang next to Talonkit. Mist rose around her paws, and her detonating eyes rested on their leader. A single blink broke the lock they had formed between the flawless black pelt and the blood-cursed eyes. Rising to her paws to one lithe bound to land a little closer to the run-away leader.

"Welcome back, dont be wasting your nine-lives here darling. Things out there would much rather have them." Nightfang flicked her tail to the loner-land. Each word was spoken with pure cruel humor, and the glint in her eye was unmissable. Nightfang used to be a rogue, and the tint it left on her soul couldn’t be cleaned off. She knew what lay in the outer lands. Things that wouldnt give a second thought to killing the leader. Taking all her live with a single lash of their sparkling fangs.

[Sabrestar]

"I have been away for far enough. For it was the claws of Luck that captured me within its greed for blood. But I have returned."

The petite feline settled on her small, black paws, her chin raised in sharpened, though not impudent, defiance. Her long tail draped over the rock and hung limply from the tiny cliff she sat upon, icey-blue eyes glittering with silent menace.

It seems that bloodlust runs in your gene pool, love.

Sabrestar's sharpened gaze shot down immediately to Hawkclaw, her lips twisting into the faint beginnings of a snarl. All former plans for the meeting were put on hold as she felt the ridge of her fur bristel suspiciously.

"What happened, Hawkclaw?"

Sabrestar's voice remained calm but there was a cold, icey, heart-blenching venom to it. Threatening.

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[Hawkclaw]

Hawkclaw looked up immediately, having been in his own little world waiting for their leader to begin. At her interest in what had happened with the StoneClan cats, he was slightly confused, but he supposed she had a right to know, though everything had been sorted and eventually the cats hadn't taken a step over the boundary. The young tom gave a sly grin, before beginning to explain.

"There were four of them, insisting on speaking to young Smokepaw, there reason being that they'd missed out on time at the gathering when two clans didn't turn up - us, because of your disappearance, and MistClan who I believe their leader has gone missing. I explained that they would have to wait until next gathering, and suggested if it were important that they come to our main camp and speak with you. But only one of them would be coming - I couldn't risk taking four cats from another clan into the camp, where they might decide to attack. The idea obviously wasn't to their liking, and they chose to leave. Idiots."

Hawkclaw gave a short nod afterward to show he'd finished, grinning.[/size]

(sorry, that's crap xDD)

[Sabrestar]

ooc| Sorry for the wait, y'guys.. Forgot about this board. xD

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Sabrestar stared long and thoughtfully at Hawkclaw, her icey-silver gaze not once leaving his face as her tail waved and arched above her back, the light, post-summer wind ruffling at the obsidian black pelt, sending ripples of onyx across her sinewy figure. Her whiskers twitched.
"Idiots they are."
Sabrestar purred softly, her muzzle raising a little higher as she sat down smoothly at the edge of the rock, her tail hanging limply off the granite surface. She allowed silence to ensue before speaking once more:
"And since I have been gone, I have been neglecting my duties as Leader."
She inclined her head, for she was a wise leader, no matter how hole-hearted, no matter how callous and dangerous she was.
"First thing I would like to announce:
Let me speak these words beneath the stars of Starclan to approve me of my words. For there is no stronger force than the ghost of a warrior with phantomized strength to keep him alive amongst the unliving."
Sabrestar spoke her words smoothly, her long whiskers straightened and her petite form silhoutted by the rising light of the moon behind her, light filtering past the boughs of trees around camp.
"Hawkclaw has been chosen as Duskclan's Deputy."
She finished, her gaze raking harshly amongst the felines, daring for any to object her choice, before finally letting her eyes fall on the young tom, and within that glare she handed him the responsibilities of Second-In-Command, but within that gaze there was also cold threat. Hawkclaw was wise enough to know that he should never challenge Sabrestar for her leadership.
Right?
For Sabrestar is leader,
and she will not fall for many, many seasons.
After all, she still had her nine lives, and she is strong, she is wise, she is young, she is clever and sharp-tongued.
A rose does not wither when blood sustains its thorns and petals.
"And now it is the time to divide apprentices to warriors; student to mentor."
The charming feline continued, raising a paw to absentmindedly groom the ruffled curls of her chest before placing it down on the cold, smooth surface of the rock again.
"Smokepaw shall be mentored by Hawkclaw."
Sabrestar stated, letting her gaze wander over to Smokepaw, then to Hawkclaw. She allowed some time for the two males to get up and touch noses and get aquainted before continuing.
"Sparrowpaw shall be mentored by Moonpelt."
She finished, standing up on the rock, her smooth, sinewy legs reacting quickly and strongly to her command.
Her cold, unfeeling stare suddenly spotted Talonkit, and she nodded for the young tom to come forth.
"Talonkit, you have reached your six moon zenith. It is time for you to be apprenticed."
Her eyes flickered within the milky silver light.
"From now, you will be known as Talonpaw."
She tipped her muzzle.
"You shall be apprenticed by me."
The small feline leapt gracefully, landing on the hard, dry ground, dust billowing about her paws as she set movement upon the earth beneath her.

"This meeting has been ajourned."

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