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Post by Bloodstar on Jan 11, 2009 20:59:00 GMT -5
It felt like he'd been sleeping for moons. Just a simple nap outside of camp had lasted so damn long, it felt like he hadn't been here in years. Bloodstar padded into the magnificent Duskclan camp, proud and cocky as ever. Irritable as he was, he was tempted to screech, "Get your asses out here, you lazy rats!" But of course there were ladies and children present and Bloodstar was such a gentleman that he couldn't contaminate their ears with such filth. The handsome tom stood in the center of the camp, his long tail whipping this way and that, and called out to his clan. "Duskclan! It's time for us to be strong again. Come out here for a clan meeting!"
There were so many things to do. He felt almost overwhelmed, for the first time since he had become Duskclan's leader. He had to figure out who would be his second in command, and who would be the medicine cat. There were probably apprentices that needed to be promoted to warriors, kits who needed to be bumped up to apprentices. Bloodstar sighed. And he had to figure it all out by the time his clan got out into the main camp, which was in a couple of heartbeats.
He racked his brain. All of the cats who were eligible to be his deputy. Who did he think could handle being the leader if he ended up -- Starclan forbid -- dying? Who knew the most about herbs, who seemed to have a strong connection with their ancestors? Bloodstar sighed and settled his rear down on the ground, his tail rattling and twitching. It sent up little clouds of dust from the floor of the camp. The large tabby tom shook his head and smiled just the tiniest bit. The stress must have gotten to his brain. |
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Post by Dreamreaper on Jan 11, 2009 21:57:51 GMT -5
Ladies, yes. Ladies like the marvelous Dreamreaper; beautiful and yet so deceptively malicious that she always felt she stood in a class all her own, cocky in her own place and right here in this clan. While many left the clan, fleeing towards those stronger after the ungracious defeat during the war, the she-cat had remained. There was potential in this clan, something she hadn’t seen since her days as a Mafia cat, and that was enough to keep her to some loyalty. Often times alone, she brought in freshkill, keeping the pile well stocked, and did numerous patrols. It was tiring, and dull, work, but not a single complain escaped the pretty cat’s muzzle.
But what did she think on such matters? Dreamreaper yawned and stretched as she padded into camp after one such patrol, just in time to hear Bloodstar call a meeting. A sly smile appeared on her face as she did an abrupt turn from the freshkill pile, forsaking her dinner, to head over to the devilishly handsome clan leader instead, “Now now, whoever said that we weren’t strong, hm?” She purred, her voice all false sweetness, “I’d like to meet that cat…and rip their damned face off~”
Chancing a glance around, she noted that, once again it seemed, she was the first to respond to Bloodstar’s call – where was everyone else? Tail flicking from side to side once, almost irritably, her blue eyes settled once more on Bloodstar. “Although it’ll be, ahem, nice to finally get somewhere new for a change.” The clan had been without a deputy and medicine cat for some time now – although she didn’t miss the old deputy at all, hardly even remembered his name, Styx had been her one friend in this place. Hm. It was time for the clan to rise from the ashes and haul their weight around, wasn’t it? |
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Post by Talonscar on Jan 11, 2009 23:48:52 GMT -5
Stealthy, careful paws tread across the dust, his eyes shining in bored curiosity. He hadn't heard the voice of authority in several moons, and it felt good for a change. Talonscar didn't mind authority; he was respectful and a careful listener. He was silent, but he was independent. The only reason why he'd stayed behind here in DuskClan?
Old habits died hard.
Yes, these jeans were fading, but they were definitly still useful.
His head low, his golden eyes burned as he looked up, giving him a reproachful and aggressive look. But he took a calm seat amongst the Clan, letting his long-haired tabby tail wrap neatly over his brown paws, and he tilted his head to the side.
I must agree with Dreamreaper on this subject matter, Bloodstar He drawled cooly, tilting his head to the side to flick an ear up. He seemed lazily confused. Still, it is nice to see you up and about once more. What's on the agenda today?
Why don't you let him say so himself without you interrupting? After all, HE is the leader, and you're just a lowly warrior Drawled another lazy voice, equally as proud and egotistical as his dark father. Tormentpaw shoved past Talonscar with a huff, tail arched as he glanced scornfully at Talonscar. The two had never hit it off, really. Not much better than you, lil' apprentice He said with a smirk, quirking his head to look down at the obnoxious apprentice with a cocky grin. Tormentpaw glared at the senior warrior, teeth bared.
Dad, WHY can't we just get rid of him? He's no use to us; he'd make a grand meal for the crows! He hissed at the lazy brown tom, teeth bared.
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Post by Dreamreaper on Jan 12, 2009 23:36:33 GMT -5
“Boys, boys!” That cultured, feminine voice lilted sharply as the she-cat rose to her paws, moving to slip in between the warrior and apprentice with an appraising look between the two of them. “Be civil; curb your aggression until we best have a true target to lash out at.”
Dreamreaper smiled then, from her position between the two toms, before glancing over at Bloodstar. His son, as well as his other children, was surely a true wild child now wasn’t he? Took after his father a bit much. The elegant feline then glanced at the apprentice again, her voice craftily dampened in flattering tones, “While we are strong and shall remain strong, we are too few at the moment to allow such internal upsets as a tomfight. Enough, please.”
Almost teasingly, she flicked both toms’ sides with her tail before slipping from between them back to her previous position; although this time she lounged on her belly; blue eyes half close in plain amusement. Ah, even the littlest of subtle manipulation as flirting with the clan’s toms was a fun activity – at least, different then the solitary patrols that had become the norm in her life.
Hm.
Weren’t there two other kits born of Bloodstar’s line? Oh lordy. Dreamreaper half expected them to come scrapping from somewhere about the camp – although if that were to be the case; they would luckily hear them first. “Bloodstar, as you were.” So now, what was their grand leader going to say? |
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Post by Bloodstar on Jan 13, 2009 16:49:58 GMT -5
He listened to Dreamreaper with a grin; he liked her. She had some good, true Duskclan spirit. “Now now, whoever said that we weren’t strong, hm? I’d like to meet that cat…and rip their damned face off~” He purred at this comment. Of course she would. “Although it’ll be, ahem, nice to finally get somewhere new for a change.” Bloodstar sighed. They had been without two vital parts to the clan for too long. “I must agree with Dreamreaper on this subject matter, Bloodstar,” Talonscar meowed.
“Why don't you let him say so himself without you interrupting? After all, he is the leader, and you're just a lowly warrior,” another voice chimed in, one Bloodstar knew only too well. With a frown, the Duskclan leader let the two finish their argument. “Not much better than you, lil' apprentice,” Talonscar replied. “Dad, why can't we just get rid of him? He's no use to us; he'd make a grand meal for the crows!” Tormentpaw whined. “No,” Bloodstar told his son harshly. Then Dreamreaper rose.
“Boys, boys! Be civil; curb your aggression until we best have a true target to lash out at. While we are strong and shall remain strong, we are too few at the moment to allow such internal upsets as a tomfight. Enough, please,” she finished, and Bloodstar sat, a bit irritated. Oh, his lovely clan…who wouldn't let him finish a sentence. “Bloodstar, as you were.” He sighed.
“Good, thank you! May I get on with our meeting now?” Bloodstar asked sarcastically, not trying to hide his agitation. He shook himself, dislodging any dust that had rested on his fur. “Obviously, Duskclan needs a deputy, and a medicine cat.” At this point, he didn't care if a cat had never had an apprentice. Talonscar, Dreamreaper. He looked at both of their qualities, pros and cons. And there were no elligible cats to serve as a medicine cat. He thought for a long moment before deciding. There was also Tormentpaw, Wickedpaw, and Direpaw's warrior ceremonies after his decision of the deputy. He racked his brain; what had he decided their names would be? Too long Duskclan had been…small.
ooc; okay, so cinder and umber, does it matter to either of you which has the deputy position? and cinder, you have probably already told me, but any ideas for tormentpaw's warrior name? TORMENTSTORM. x] |
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Post by Talonscar on Jan 17, 2009 1:23:08 GMT -5
Talonscar seemed to care little that he was reprimanded by his fellow Clanmatel, as well as the subtle moody hints of the leader. He continued to look up from the rims of his gold eyes, ears rotated slightly to the side to give an easy going look. Talonscar usually cared little for a lot of things.
Tormentpaw, of course, was a whole 'nuther matter. He scowled at all the cats surrounding him, the mighty number of 3, and sat down with his shoulders hunched over his next, glaring mutinously at the ground in front of him. As if the pebbles were the source of his problem, and not his temper and arrogance, mirrored from his father. Regardless, it got the reaction they were perhaps hoping for, for he didn't say another word. It was Talonscar who thus spoke.
My 'pologies, Bloodstar. Shant happen again. As for electing Deputy and Medicine Cat, i'm glad it's finally underway. It might piece together the Clan, and we can get some recruiting done.
DuskClan will be back to it's former state, no worries 'bout that He said with an easy nonchalance, bowing his muzzle in a curiously respectful manner as if he were allowing Bloodstar to speak, but in all truthfulness he was quite curious to know.
He wasn't cut out for the job; he had an ominously laid-back, almost lazy attitude towards others. Nothing ever seemed to ruffle his fur, quick as he was in battle. [Even then he looked bored.]
Dreamreaper was the obvious choice for Deputy, but what of Medicine Cat? He had perhaps known a few herbs, but never enough to heal or cure a cat. Who was, in this clan? They needed ideas to regroup, pronto
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Post by Dreamreaper on Jan 17, 2009 1:57:19 GMT -5
Daaaw, was poor Bloodstar irritated and flustered? The perceptive she-cat smiled at their oh so agitated and aggressive leader, as he finally managed to get a word in edgewise. Oh dearie. Well, at least now she knew a point where she could waggle a tail in sideways and torment him concerning, should she wish to. His son, successfully, held his tongue, allowing for Talonscar to speak next following what Bloodstar had to say.
“I’ll put a word out amongst the rogues; we should have proper new recruits in no time.” Her melodic voice slipped in, not following up with just how she planned on slipping in such a word with cats who would benefit the clan…although with the mischievous, sly look that glittered in her blue eyes there was little doubt that it would be nothing less then properly planned. There was a rogue tom or two she knew, too, that she could coax into the clan. Who could resist being amongst the strongest of the strong?
Ah, the joys of being a desirable female, yes~
Even so, she pointedly made no further comment, especially not on the vacant deputy or medicine cat positions. Whoever Bloodstar picked would be the tom’s choice, she could manipulate as much as she pleased either way and, therefore, further amuse herself while in this clan. It would be rather odd, however, to see another cat doing Styx’s job…but maybe this would be that final closure in his death. Dreamreaper flicked her tail lazily, keeping an eye both on Bloodstar as well as the other two toms, waiting for what may happen next. |
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Post by Direkill on Jan 24, 2009 21:00:00 GMT -5
Direpaw came rumbling into the camp, her small paws dusty, a crow stuffed in her mouth. “What…” came her muffled, puzzled response to the cats gathered. After staring blankly at them for a moment, she clued in that there was a meeting going on, and dropped the bird onto the fresh-kill pile. With a pleased grin – at the fact that she had interrupted the meeting for the umpteenth time, perhaps – she went to sit beside her brother Tormentpaw, before looking condescendingly around at her clanmates.
She may have been the leader of Duskclan’s daughter, but she acted like the leader of Lionclan’s daughter.
After taking in everything about the two other cats there, she switched her gaze up to her father. Their eyes were very close in colour, but hers were lighter, pinker. As she realized Bloodstar was choosing a deputy, she realized he would make her a warrior in this meeting, too. Or, he probably would. There would be quite the temper tantrum if he didn’t.
She nudged Tormentpaw with a quick glance around for Wickedpaw. Where the hell was her snotty brother? “Where’s Wickedpaw?” Direpaw asked, thinking he was probably off concluding that he was the smartest out of his litter. Or out of all of Duskclan…or the whole valley. Which only makes him stupider, she thought with a grin.
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Post by Wickedfall on Jan 24, 2009 21:29:08 GMT -5
Well Wickedpaw was only steps behind Direpaw, but he came into the camp with grace, his tail raised high, his blood red eyes half closed lazily. His fur was still ruffled from when his sister had whizzed past him. He wasn’t surprised that the stupid she-cat hadn’t noticed him. She didn’t really catch on with most things.
He padded slowly past his brother and sister to sit near the edge of the clearing, his gait almost identical to his father’s. Wickedpaw thought about it and realized, he didn’t really miss his mother Sable. It sounded terrible, and really it was. He wouldn’t be alive without her, but he wouldn’t be alive without Bloodstar either. Wickedpaw really didn’t care for either of his parents more than he would another cat; “family” wasn’t a huge thing to him.
He felt a bond with his father, because he felt both of them were intelligent enough to lead Duskclan. Well, he thought that…it wasn’t like any other cat thought the same way he did. |
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Post by Bloodstar on Jan 25, 2009 9:15:55 GMT -5
Nodding to Dreamreaper, he waited for the apprentices to join the meeting. Then with a sigh, Bloodstar watched his two other kits come into the camp, Direpaw with fresh-kill and Wickedpaw with nothing. A fine thing to do on the day of his warrior ceremony…but the leader wasn’t about to postpone his son’s ceremony because he hadn’t fed the clan. He could do that later – maybe as his first warrior mission. “Duskclan,” Bloodstar called as his kits got settled. “It’s about time my children got their warrior names. Tormentpaw, Direpaw, Wickedpaw, step forward.”
He waited patiently as they stood and padded towards him. He began with Tormentpaw. “Tormentpaw,” Bloodstar meowed, “Do you promise to defend Duskclan, even at the cost of your life?” He paused for his son’s “I do.” “We honour your strength and courage. Tormentstorm, I welcome you as a warrior of Duskclan.” He rested his nose on the largest of his kits’ head. “Direpaw!” he then called, flicking his tail for Tormentstorm to step back. “Do you promise to defend Duskclan, even at the cost of your life?” Bloodstar repeated, with another pause. “We honour your bravery and quick-thinking.” He smiled at his daughter. “Direkill, I welcome you as a warrior of Duskclan,” he said, and touched his muzzle to her head.
Then he flicked his tail, beckoning Wickedpaw forward and shooing Direkill back. She skipped away with the biggest grin he’d ever seen on her face. Wickedpaw was slower than the other two to come forward, his eyes still half closed. “Wickedpaw, do you promise to defend Duskclan, even at the cost of your life?” His son’s “I do” came slower as well, but still it came. “We honour your wisdom and cunning. Wickedfall, I welcome you as a warrior of Duskclan.” He put his muzzle on Wickedfall’s forehead, then flicked his tail as a signal for him to move back.
“Now, I must tell you who is deputy.” It was a competition of two; not like anyone would be surprised. Talonscar and Dreamreaper were both good candidates, which made it a very difficult decision. “Dreamreaper! You are Duskclan’s new deputy.” Bloodstar smiled at the she-cat, knowing that she would do well. |
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Post by Talonscar on Jan 25, 2009 12:29:45 GMT -5
Tormentstorm? Aaaaah, He could so live with that~. As was told, he stepped forward eagerly, red eyes shining bright, said the 'I do' as solemnly as he could [You would have thought he was getting married] and bowed his head to accept his name as his father pressed his nose to his forehead.
As soon as he moved away, and Direpaw [Now Direkill] was also warriorized, he nudged his sister. Nice name He drawled silkily, glancing at his other brother, the not so intelligent one. What doyathink his name will be? The Wicked Wonder? He asked with a snort, laughing at his own joke.
Wickedfall? Hmph, good name he supposed, but his and Direkill's names were soooooo much better. He looked up in excitement as his father began announcing the deputy.
Talonscar looked up curiously as he began to appoint the new Deputy. No surprise lingered on his face, only a lazy smile as he nudged Dreamreaper's shoulder. Well, congrats then He said in a cool and nonchalant voice. She was the better choice, he knew.
Well, miss Deputy, what do you intend to make us do on your first day as Bloodstar's righ' hand paw?
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Post by Dreamreaper on Jan 26, 2009 21:19:31 GMT -5
Dreamreaper paid no attention to Direpaw when she came onto the little group – if anything; her attention was mainly reserved for the wonderful toms running around. Besides, the snotty young she-cat could flounce around and give herself as many airs as she wanted; she was only Bloodstar’s daughter after all. That was it, nothing else. The ex-Mafia cat twitched her tail and listened to everyone, taking in all words without really commenting on anything.
Bloodstar, almost thankfully, started the meeting proper – finally giving the three young cats their warrior names and ranks. Dreamreaper had noticed it before how the other two kits were towards Wickedfall. He could be of potential use to her, who knew? She would have to test the waters and see how perceptive to outside influence he was.
But then her idle musings were frozen by words she hadn’t expected. She lay there for a heartbeat longer, blue gaze steady as she stared at Bloodstar. A rank of power? Hm…she quite liked that. Smiling easily, the pretty she-cat rose to her paws and nodded, “You shall not regret making such a decision, Bloodstar.” With a flirty purr and a saucy flick of her tail towards the tom standing beside her, her attention turned to that of Talonscar. She was just as equally [to physical appearances, at least] pleased there remained no hard feelings towards her for being chosen for the rank – even though he had been here in Duskclan longer then she had.
Hell, longer then Bloodstar had too.
“A patrol.” She turned her head to catch Bloodstar’s eye with a wink, her tail waving high over her back, before looking back to the other tom, “Bloodstar, if willing, you, and myself. It’s been a while since we’ve put on a good show of strength; a few of Stoneclan’s warriors have been pushing in the border a bit. They’re cowards at heart; a good scrap and they’ll not try again for quite some time.” She didn’t pick any of the three new Warriors; they had a silent vigil guarding the camp overnight to attend to before she gave them any orders. |
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Post by Bloodstar on Feb 5, 2009 17:20:53 GMT -5
Wonderful. Now all Bloodstar needed was a medicine cat…and a couple more warriors for his clan. As Dreamreaper promised to do a good job as his deputy, he grinned. She’d better, or he would be tempted to boot her and choose Talonscar. Then at the mention of a border patrol with herself and Talonscar, his ears perked up. Patrol? Of course he was willing. A chance to stretch his legs…and the kits would hold down the fort.
Of course, he couldn’t call them kits anymore, since they were warriors now. He looked at them; Wickedfall off on his own, tracing lines into the dusty ground; Direkill and Tormentstorm engaged in a conversation about names. As he came to Dreamreaper’s side, he heard Direkill meow, “Haha! The Wicked Wonder. Would’ve been so much better…” and smiled. Wickedfall would be successful one day, he knew.
“Well, shall we go?” he asked his senior warriors. “Stoneclan will know we certainly are not cowards, like them.” Bloodstar wasn’t the type of leader who tried to stay away from violence as much as possible; no, in fact, he loved a good fight. Kept him stronger than all the others. He turned his head and called over his shoulder to his kits, “Don’t destroy anything while we’re gone,” then left, conversing with his deputy and senior member.
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