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Post by Bloodstar on Jun 25, 2008 12:04:57 GMT -5
Bloodstar was tired.
He had no deputy, and no medicine cat, and he'd lost many of his warriors. Perhaps now was the time to get rid of at least one of those problems.
With a sigh, the large Duskclan leader heaved himself to his paws - an uncharacteristic movement, usually he jumped gracefully but masculinely to his feet - and trudged out of his den.
After a long stretch, Bloodstar jumped to his announcement place, and gazed down at the camp. Below him, he spotted two of his kits, Direpaw and Wickedpaw, playing quite roughly.
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, meet here! It is time for a clan meeting."
Now. Checklist:
He had to choose a deputy; a worthy cat who had had at least one apprentice, who he trusted.
He needed to at least think about finding a medicine cat, maybe tell the clan about keeping an eye open for a cat who at least knew about herbs.
He should probably make many of his apprentices into warriors, and the kits into apprentices.
And that meant finding suitable mentors.
How wonderful.
[Duskclanners! Finally, time to choose a new deputy, think about a medicine cat, and kits, apprentices, and warriors. If you have a Duskclan cat, please post here, so that I know what our numbers are looking like.]
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Post by Dreamreaper on Jun 25, 2008 22:47:12 GMT -5
Wasn’t this nice.
The beautiful and elegant Dreamreaper had watched the fall of Duskclan. Their loss in the war had driven much of the survivors to find other clans, to turn their back on this one. She, too, had nearly followed them. The pretty seductress, the wanderer, the nomad…there was no place in her cold, villainous to settle down and make a home out of. Perhaps that…that was the one thing she shared with her street-wise sister; neither of them could ever find a peace with where they dwelled.
But that was the past, a thing not worth bothering over. This was now, and the killer beauty still remained within the ashes of Duskclan. But there was something they said about ashes…
…you could only rise from them.
The she-cat was laying on the edge of the camp, having just returned from patrol but not interested in getting any food, when Bloodstar finally sounded the call that there were just so few cats left to respond to. Two of his kits were playing roughly close by, but of these Dreamreaper paid no attention to. Kits were irritating little pests, annoyances, but that was such a veiled truth hidden even for the most manipulative cat to break. It was a hatred born from pain, because while the she-cat had taken many mates she had never bore any young; completely barren.
Even so, her bright gaze wandered as she gracefully padded forward, the first of the clan’s warriors to come from the shadows. The time was now.
A smile graces that flawless face.
The time was now; and none of them could be broken again. |
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Post by Talonscar on Jun 29, 2008 21:10:14 GMT -5
Quiet and subtle.... That was how Talonscar lived his life.
To hell with those cats who were everywhere and nowhere at once, and thought themselves 'mighty and noble'. Hmph. All ego sh*t if you asked him.
Talonscar preferred the backseat; More room to stretch out, at any rate.
The tom emerged from the darks of the land, brown eyes gleaming before he took one look at Bloodstar. A meeting? Finally. The broken clan had seen too much, and they needed some more build-up.
Silently, so quietly, he took a seat up in front of Bloodstar next to Dreamreaper, curling his shaggy tail around his white forepaws.
Talonscar knew what was about to come of this meeting, as he was sure many knew. Medicine cat... Deputy... Sure, Talonscar was capable and old enough to fill both those spots. He'd known a fair share of herbs in his time, having had enough scars to spend time in the medicine cat's den anyways. And Deputy... Well, faithful as Talonscar was, he'd never had an apprentice. It was only until he heard a cocky little voice that he glanced over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes.
"Out of my way, out of my way, make room, I'M COMING THROUGH!" Barked little Tormentpaw as he shoved past his siblings, striding up to his father with enough dignity and grace to make an older and more experienced cat want to gag. His head held high, and his chest puffed to it's broadest expanse, he looked more like a fluffy sausage than a cat.
The black tom took a seat in front of Talonscar, making a point to appear more attentive and more powerful and cunning than any cat present... His father aside. True, Tormentpaw was a cunning cat when he wanted to be. When nobody was looking, he could cause more mass destruction than an entire clan, but as the crowd looked upon him... Well... His ego simply went to town.
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