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Post by Frost on Feb 10, 2012 18:30:32 GMT -5
What's with all this loud noise? It sounds like some kind of battle... she thought, shuddering. She had never been in a real fight her whole life. Sure, she occasionally fought with a few of the neighboring cats, but those weren't real fights, just territorial fights. I should get out of here, but I don't know where I am or where to go she sighed. A sudden movement caught her eye and her ears flattened against her head in surprise when a golden-grey tom jumped down from the fence. She hadn't seen him up there before. She wasn't sure what to think about him. He told her she should leave, but was that him being kind, or just being territorial? Unsure of his intentions, she hissed, hoping he would get scared and not hurt her. "Why should I leave?" she mewed, preparing herself to run, should he start attacking her.
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Feb 10, 2012 19:30:08 GMT -5
Felix stopped at the base of the dumpster, preferring to listen to anything he wanted to before he decided to attack or leave the problem for Tiramisu or Brock to deal with. In a way, he'd rather it be Brock, only due to what he knew so far. However, one of them had more common sense, and it seemed to be the black-orange rogue he was ordered to join on this little search. Wait,what am I thinking? he caught that quickly, knowing what he really wanted. My method would make sure that this doesn't happen again without one of those fleabag intruders being to mouse-brained enough to know where they tread. Scolding himself for that, the orange rogue leaped up to get on the dumpster, feeling like he was wearing out his claws doing this. Whatever it is that she's think, I'm probably thinking the opposite. Felix laughed at the comment, not entirely wondering to much for what would happen to them through all of this. There was something about this that made him feel more like he was insane, and less like he was mentally stable. For the last time, he wasn't giving the slightest care for it.
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Post by shadowpaw on Feb 11, 2012 0:19:15 GMT -5
Shadowpaw jumped over the fence, just as a claw reached after his tail. The moon wasn't on the rogue's side tonight. It was covered by a black cloud. There was a few blood flecks on his fur. But there weren't any visible wounds. "Come on, let's go!" Shadowpaw yowled at the others. He sprinted by the two. Most likely Lone was just going to say 'of course I'm coming with you!" if the apprentice asked the rogue.
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Post by Clad (Frostclaw) on Feb 11, 2012 12:11:30 GMT -5
Petalpaw ran blindly after Shadowpaw, having just about no idea where she was supposed to go. She had lost her sense of direction since before they entered the twoleg nest. Then, in the middle of an alley a grey tabby rogue slid out of the shadows in front of her. She nearly ran straight into her.
Solstice jumped out of hiding and batted Petalpaw to the side. Petalpaw rolled over on the ground and was just getting back to her paws when Solstice pounced on her and raked her claws down her muzzle.
"Help!" Petalpaw yowled. 'I don't know how to fight!' She thought frantically as she flailed her claws at Solstice, who unflinchingly continued to slash out at Petalpaw.
Frostclaw ignored the Darkclan cat's threat, for now. He lashed out with teeth and claws at the rogue until he finally squirmed out of the Darkclan cat's grasp and ran off, yowling into the bushes. Then, looking over at Applefrost and Woodkit, who were still crouched on the thunderpath, he yowled, "Get out of there before another monster comes!" awhile thinking that they were lucky that thunderpaths were less active at night. Glancing up and down the thunderpath, he noticed that the next monster was still far off. He padded onto the thunderpath and picked up Woodkit by the scruff and meowed to Applefrost, "Come on, get up. You're not hurt. We need to get out before more rogues show up."
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Post by Litmoon on Feb 11, 2012 16:22:00 GMT -5
"Move to the other side! " Tiramisu instructed the rogues, her head swing to look over the other side of the fence, spotting the pale gray she-cat. Is she one of their reinforcement? Her golden eyes narrowed with unpleased hostility, limiting into sharp slits at the moment a dark cloud loomed over the moon. Breeze brushed against her face, bringing the strong Clancats scent over. At this moment, she couldn't tell if the newcomer was a Clancat or not, but anybody who worked against them would not be welcome. Steadily her position, the black-orange rogue lowered her haunches as the first three rogues. Strategically speaking, their numbers should give them more advantages. But how many of them have come? Unintentionally Tiramisu found herself looking at Felix, wondering if his battle skills were as good as he said. When she realized that she was hoping for him to offer some help, the rogue scolded herself inwardly. Sprinting off the fence, Tiramisu unsheathed her claws, held up her forepaws right in front of her as she aimed for Lone.
"Because of this?" Lone replied casually as he dashed out of way nimbly to avoid Tiramisu's attack, undaunted by the pale gray she-cat's hiss. Her housefolks must be around here somewhere. Usually the golden-grey rogue would be more than happy to know more cats living around here, but now the option was out. They are definitely not going to forgive me for doing this. Now hatred and disgust was all he could see in the rogues' eyes, making him aware of how much they were willing to give up, even if it was to attack anybody that they had known. For a moment, Lone felt guilty for his actions, though the feeling was shaken off the next second. Swiftly he ducked left and right to avoid the swiping paws, taking steps backward a couple of steps before rolling sideways as another rogue jumped up from behind him. "Petalpaw!" With a small leap, he darted right against the wall, rotating himself around in midair so all four of his paws would be landed on the dark red wall. With a second leap, his paws pushed himself away straight at Solstice. "Shadowpaw, you go first!" Spotting more rogues gaining grounds hard on Shadowpaw's heels, Lone gave out a yowl of alarm before diving with his head first at the senior dark tabby rogue. "We will hold them off, then Petalpaw and I will catch up with you later!"
He doesn't seem hostile. Ratscar realized he could scent EclipseClan scents from the black tom and the kit, wondering how in the world a kit was doing at here in the first place. The kit probably wondered off by himself, then our cats just stumbled upon him. But then what about the rogues that they were fighting? At least now he knew they needed to leave now. Tentatively he touched his muzzle on Applefrost's shoulder, shaking the medicine cat's attention off from the kit. Then he noticed that she was trembling, as if she was in pain. "Applefrost, are you alright? Where is Petalpaw? " Still, the medicine cat's eyes remained closed, while remaining a crouching position against the ground. The rumbling sounds of the monster's black paws were getting closer each second, and Applefrost still wouldn't move. "Come on, now or never! Are you crazy?! Move!" Grabbing onto the she-cat's scruff with his jaws, Ratscar desperately hauled Applefrost's body out of the monster's path. Suddenly, she jolted her neck away, letting out a yowl of pain, her flailing paws pushed the grey tom right in front of the monster.
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Post by Woodkit the Kit on Feb 11, 2012 16:37:45 GMT -5
Woodkit rolled head over tail a couple times, just like he had in the ditch. He wasnt really the best at landing on his feet. The moment he realized they were being attacked by rogues, his claws unsheathed and he sprang at the rogue. "Yaaaaaah!" he barreled into the side or the rogue and sunk his teeth into its flank. Just then he saw the other rogue about to attack. Woodkit let go of the rogues pelt and charged at the other one. He was able to land a blow on it's muzzle, leaving behind a long, thin scratch. Then, he sunk his teeth into his tail and simply hung on. "Applefrost! You okay?" he mewed at her, voice muffled by the rogue's tail fur.
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Feb 11, 2012 20:25:26 GMT -5
Felix stood watching, starting to grow bored of remaining here. Twisting his head around to get a good look at the surrounding area, he prepared to do something else. He jumped off the side of the dumpster he stood, and padded around to find Brock. It would seem like he had just gone into complete silence and abandoned the other rogues like they were expendables. That wasn't the truth. That wasn't his fight to deal with, more likely Tiramisu's fight, but in no way his. He stopped to look around this corner, of the fence and saw Brock in the darkness of a fence he sat near. The tabby tom made his way over to him quickly, knowing that this was something he would want to see.
Brock raised his head to see Felix heading over to him. For a second, nothing came from the older rogue. Once he was near him, still nothing was said. It felt like a game of silence for the most part, the other just waiting for their opponent to speak first. When he realized Felix was waiting for a question to shoot at him, a response came. "What is it you want?" The old tabby rogue asked, irritated by how that had to play out. Again, the silence went by, as if Felix was just gathering his thoughts in order to respond to to him. That was respectable, one had to be clear on what they said before they actually spoke their mind out loud.
"I think there is something you should see," Felix replied, finally finding what to say. "Follow me, this could be fun to watch." He turned around and lead Brock back the way he came. His curiosity apparently caught him without his knowing of it. Or actually finding it possible to stop him before he did that in the first place.
Brock proceeded after him, now curious as to why he was leading to something that seemed important. It became important to him as soon as he saw a few of the other rogues around the back of the house he ordered Felix and Tiramisu to search. When the younger rogue stopped to let him proceed, he told him: "I want you to begin your journey to find the Deathclan remnants at sunrise," That was a clear enough order, probably for Felix. "Take whoever you want to travel with you. If you decide that should be."
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Post by shadowpaw on Feb 11, 2012 22:52:31 GMT -5
Shadowpaw had taken a completely taken form. Two rogues cut him off from any escape. There was a grin on his face. A phsycodic look. He had suddenly become thrice his size. His eyes were suddenly green. His claws were as sharp as a sword. His teeth were twice as sharp. "You'll be in confinement for a while." Nightwolf had said. Shadowpaw had been put in his usual dark purgatory. Now, Shadowpaw's body had become Nightwolf's. He look back at Lone. "You believe I would leave from an oppurtunity to KILL!?" He asked. Then, in satanic speed. He had slashed one of the rogue's throats. The rogue was still looking at him in shock and fear. At first the blood didn't come. Then it started to spray onto Nightwolf's face. The other rogue was whimpering. She ran into an intersecting alley. "You can't run from ME!!!" He yowled after the rogue. The rogue had ran into a dead-end. It was completely shaded. Nightwolf padded to the rogue in plain sight. The she-cat's eyes darted every where. Then she was thrown to the end of the alley, a chunk of her neck, gone. "He-. Help me." She rasped. Her reward was blood gushing out of her wound. Her eyes glazed over. Nightwolf walked on the corpse. "That takes care of that." He looked over to Lone. "You better be happy I'm taking your job here. Because I believe I'm more qualified for the position of querter master. And you especially be happy I'm doing my son a favor!" He yowled at Lone. Nightwolf charged into Solstice and threw the rogue into a group of others. "Remember, Nightwolf, there are still limits to who you can kill." A voice echoed to Nightwolf. He simply grunted at it and glared at the other rogues. A cloud of darkness started to crawl after them.
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Post by Clad (Frostclaw) on Feb 12, 2012 1:17:27 GMT -5
Solstice rolled her landing, skidding to a halt back on her paws. She looked up at the strange cat and could've sworn he had looked different just a moment earlier. The things he said were... odd, to say the least. She didn't know what had gotten into this cat, but she could tell she was outmatched as she looked the black cat up and down, then her gaze drifted to the small light brown she cat who was holding her paws to her scratched face in pain as she crouched on the ground. She then noticed the other two rogues hadn't gotten back up as she had thought. 'We really lost two cats that easily to this one?' she thought disbelievingly as she stretched out one paw in front of her in a fighting stance. She narrowed her eyes at him, then backed up a few paces allowing them to escape if they wished, but daring him to attack her; just so that she could see his real motives.
Petalpaw crouched down, pressing her forepaws against the gashes on her face. Hot blood dripped down from her forehead and down her muzzle. Slowly pulling her paws away, she examined the blood on her pads, then looked up to see a cat she didn't recognize, but similar to Shadowpaw. Her eyes grew wide and her ears flattened at the same feeling of cold malice she had felt earlier. The cat looked a lot like Shadowpaw, and she could sense Shadowpaw was still there, but why did he say such horrible things? "Sh- ...Shadowpaw?" The scared mew shakily sounded from her trembling jaws. She managed to stand, but only to take a few steps away from him.
"Fox dung!" Frostclaw cursed out loud in dismay. Streaking toward the Darkclan tom, he tackled him off of the Thunderpath. He felt hot wind buffet his fur from the close call with the monster, and looked down with relief at the cat he had saved before casting it back frustratedly at Applefrost, hissing, "What in Starclan's name is wrong with you?! We're here to rescue you!"
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Post by Frost on Feb 12, 2012 17:55:20 GMT -5
Lune jumped in fright as another cat leapt at the golden-grey one, seemingly coming out of no where. She hissed and looked around for somewhere to hide, not finding anywhere good enough. She growled and looked around for the golden-grey cat again. All the cats here seemed dangerous, but at least she knew he wouldn't try to hurt her, and maybe he knew a way out of here. With an annoyed sigh, she followed after him, but didn't get too close. She tried to avoid the fighting cats, fearful of getting hurt or killed. She panicked when she smelt her own fear-scent Foxdung! If they smell it, they'll think I'm an easy target! she thought. She tried to make it go away, but it didn't work. She quickly went over every fighting move she had learned from her mother when she was younger. It wasn't much, but it could still help if another cat tried to attack her. Her front paws were useless, she knew that, but her hind legs were strong and still had their claws. She unsheathed them, just incase.
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Post by Litmoon on Feb 13, 2012 17:58:51 GMT -5
Lone hissed defensively at any rogues that had wanted to take advantages of Petalpaw's status, harassing them by suddenly charging and slowly backing off once in a while. His green eyes intentionally caught the sight of the pale gray she-cat, dilating slightly in surprise. She is not leaving for her housefolks? It's really dangerous around here at this moment! Or... maybe she doesn't have a housefolk. Distracted by his thought, the golden-grey rogue turned his head for too long, so his ear was caught with two blows. Squinting one eye in pain, he followed the direction of where the force was pushing, his body swayed downward as his paws caught balance again. Using momentum, Lone pushed and barreled himself right at the assaulter with a headbutt. Seeing that the rogue was confused by his scent, the young tom shot his hindlegs in a gyrate on his right front paw just in time to kick the rogue square in the face. "Shadowpaw? Whoa, you are being very spooky. I don't even know you have a son, dude. Is that something you are supposed to hide from your buddies? " Confused and intrigued by the black furred apprentice's words, Lone replied in his usual easygoing tone, though a fire of anger had risen up inside him at the sight of the killing. "Let's get out of here now." In a more serious voice, he meowed, standing right between whatever Shadowpaw and the group of rogues. Deliberately blocking the apprentice from taking any more step, Lone fasten his teeth around the black-furred and started to pull him to the other direction, his tail waved at Petalpaw to urge her to follow. "Alright, Felix. How about- Hm? Where- Arg." Realizing that the long-haired tom was not joining the fight and that she had been talking to herself, Tiramisu had a fretted look on her face, then it turned into a murderous look, like she was already prepared to go into an argument with him. The orange-black rogue gave out a yowl, staring left and right to usher the other rogues to keep attacking before she began to advance toward the pale grey she-cat, who she had supposed as the enemy reinforcement. "Don't let all of them get away!" Her claws flexed dangerously, while her ears pulled back making her look sharper than usual. Standing idly before the black tom had rescued him from becoming a piece roadkill, Ratscar could only stared at Applefrost with a quizable and shocked face. D-did she just try to kill me? Nono. Of course not. It was just an accident. Must be. Indignantly he held back his legs and pushed the EclipseClan cat off him with a rolling shove, getting back onto his paws in an instant. The grey tom snorted at the sick-smelling smokes, wondering if he had been inhaling smoke all this time. During his talk, his eyes rolled at the sky, while his mandible hanged in a jeering manner. Then his face totally meant business at the last two sentences. "Haha. Totally caught by it, Applefrost, but there never will be a next time. Now let's hurry back to camp now. Have you have any idea how we- " "I am not going back, Ratscar." Applefrost yowled before Ratscar could finish his words. The surprise flicker of light across her icy blue eyes suggested that she didn't expect her loud voice, too. "W-what?? Are you going on some...quests for StarClan? Is that why Petalpaw is here, too? Wait, Petalpaw is with you, right?" Thinking over Applefrost's words, Ratscar wanted to show that he understood that sometimes a warrior like him shouldn't poked his nose too much into medicine cats' businesses, but Applefrost's behavior had been too bizarre. Great StarClan. This isn't like her at all. What happened to our snow medicine cat? Tentatively he took a couple of quick steps toward her, spotting another monster coming their way. "I am sure you haven't talked to Adderstar yet, so how abou-" "I am never coming back to DarkClan again, Ratscar! T-this- this is the choice I have to make!" The usual graceful looking medicine cat looked like a mess in her state, furs stuck out in every direction, whiskers twitched like those of an anxious mouse, while mad-dogged eyes searched hopelessly at the empty murky sky, finally fallen to look over Woodkit and Ratscar. Then there was a most lost look in her eyes when their gaze unintentionally met. She was nervous and jittery about something, but by what, Ratscar couldn't tell. "Please, understand my decision for me. For DarkClan. " The sudden beams of light coming from the left blinded Ratscar for a moment. After the monster's smokes had left him in dust, making him to struggle to squint his eyes free of dusts, Applefrost was nowhere to be seen. OOC: I think I finally find how Applefrost is supposed to look like. Attachments:
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Feb 13, 2012 19:09:26 GMT -5
Brock stepped by Felix, looking around the corner of the abandoned nest. What he saw wasn't surprising, the entire group of rogues. "Let me guess, you've found intruders. You and Tiramisu, right, Felix?" a dark smile appeared on his face, while his voice deepened to an unusual blood lusted tone. "Let's see exactly who we've got here. Felix, I'll give you the opportunity to horrifically rip apart any you want, as a little reward." He quickly saw how much of the fighting went off, and observed quietly following his own little path around them. By his nature, his claws unsheathed, as the rest of his still gazed at the mess. The tabby rogue let out a dark laugh first, then turned it into a sharp, ear-splitting yowl to catch the attention of every last one of them. He was going to bring this to an end immediately, he just had to see the odds against either side.
Felix flattened his ears against his head when the yowl came from the older rogue. The came back up, his eyes still locked on the entire group itself and his mind locked on the so called rewards he received. That was enough to make his lust for killing burn away for a moon, just violently, mercilessly, painfully ripping part whoever he chose to, without be restrained like he normally would be. He let out a dark laugh, much to similar to Brock's, in pure joy and anger at how the entire group was going to be treated. He moved forward to fill in whatever gap in the group he saw, hoping enough to stop the intruders so he could kill. The younger tabby tom stood in wait for the "boss" to figure out what was happening for himself. It was enough for him to see that the odds were very unfavorable for any fighter with the slightest bit of respect.
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Post by Clad (Frostclaw) on Feb 13, 2012 19:49:00 GMT -5
Frostclaw sniffed at Ratscar's brusque shove, but didn't say anything, given where the situation was going. Silently he watched with cold eyes that flickered in the unnatural light of the twolegplace. 'What could she be talking about?' Frostclaw wondered, 'What could happen between a medicine cat and her clan to cause such a rift?' However, as far as he was concerned, he found Woodkit, so now all he had to do was get back to camp.
Petalpaw hurriedly rushed to Lone's side, afraid after the first time she had been attacked. She had only just realized that these cats would probably kill her without a second thought and shivered. Her blood ran down her face, and she shook droplets of scarlet out of her eyes. She stared with widened eyes at the bodies of the two dead rogues, then closed them and whispered a silent prayer to help their souls find peace.
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Post by Frost on Feb 13, 2012 21:41:07 GMT -5
Lune was about to follow after the golden-grey cat, when she heard a yowl. She turned and froze in fear when she saw another cat coming towards her, it's ears back and claws out. Her brain screamed at her to run, but her feet wouldn't budge. She was too scared to move! She shut her eyes tight, waiting for claws to tear into her throat. I don't want to die! Not like this! she thought to herself. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" She yowled as loud as she could, hoping that maybe the cats would listen, and leave.
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Post by shadowpaw on Feb 13, 2012 22:26:31 GMT -5
"Get off of me, Lone!" Nightwolf shrugged out of Lone's grasp. "I'm not Shadowpaw... Maybe he'll explain when he returns." The Darkforest cat loved giving riddles. Even if they were crappy. Nightwolf smirked coldly. His eyes were redirected back to the hostile rogues. "Get away from here, now." He ordered the cats behind him. "Go make sure those cats you came to rescue really got out." He added. His smile grew. He darted forward at the group of hostile rogues. Three charged back out at him. Nightwolf, grasped a rogue by the forepaw. He used the tom as a weapon. He smashed the tom into his comrades. Afterwards, he threw the rogue onto the ground. He smashed his paw onto the rogue's leg. "What are you- AHH, MY LEG!!!" The rogue yowled. Nightwolf had located a joint in the leg. He had smashed his paw again into the joint, in turn, dislocating the bones.
Nightwolf's eyes widended... That sound. That howl... "Hail." He remembered in malice. The cause of his death. "Return your son's body back to him. You've had enough." The dead rogue said to her ex-mate. Nightwolf growled. He was still on, what a cat would call parole, for those last couple of times he took Shadowpaw to Purgatory. "As you wish." He answered. The darkness folded onto him. When it lifted, Shadowpaw was left standing in Nightwolf's place. But the apprentice was fully aware of what was going on. He bolted away from the rogues. They were still shocked at what they saw. Two cats were killed, in the blink of an eye. Another would be disabled until they found someone who could fix his wound. That rogue was still yowling in pain.
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Post by Woodkit the Kit on Feb 14, 2012 18:44:04 GMT -5
Woodkit had watched the whole thing. "What in STARCLAN just happened?" he mewed. A million thoughts flashed through his head, 'Shadowpaw is who now? Who's that cat over there? Why does my tail hurt so much? Oh wait it's bleeding. Why is there blood in my eyes? Now it's on my nose! Oh, my cuts reopened. Ow. When are we going home? I'm hungry. Why won't that rogue stop yowling?'
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Post by Litmoon on Feb 14, 2012 18:56:30 GMT -5
OOC: It looks like there is a time limit in how long Nightwolf can seize Shadowpaw's body? :3
IC: "Sure, you are not Shadowpaw, and then I am a Clancat." Lone replied quickly with a straight face and his jaws parted enough to show his teeth, wondering if every Clancat had their own berserk mode, a violent side, unleashed from time to time. If so, he did not like it a lot. When he first learned about the Clans, discipline sounded like a main theme that their rules focused. There was an order in the way they worked, something that they could be proud for. Even though he often considered rules existed just to be broken, he thought they were true enough to obey. Holding himself back from attacking the black-furred apprentice at this moment, Lone could felt his claws unsheathed and sheathed with stress. Somehow he was glad that Shadowpaw had darted away from the group of rogues, or he would be likely to step in and fight. It would not just be a playfight. His tail flicked distressedfully as he spotted the blood on both of his companions. "What was that all about? " With a few quick scatter, Lone caught up with Shadowpaw, his green eyes became visible as they were reflected by the light coming from the thunderpath.
Tiramisu stepped up to the pale-gray she-cat cautiously, but also threatenedly, her golden eyes examined the stranger with neutral hostility. Even though the Clancats did have a conversation with the stranger, her nose was suggesting otherwise. "You are from around here." She meowed with a sniff, making sure that the twoleg scent was evident. Clancats don't associate with twolegs. Deciding that the young she-cat wouldn't pose as a threat, the orange-black she-cat lashed her tail and hissed at the others to scatter. She doesn't look like she is leaving. Perhaps... "If you are here to join us, then you would need to speak to the one in charge here. That is Brock." At the sound of Brock's yowl, Tiramisu located him immediately; her neck straightened up to notice Felix next to him. So he didn't just walk away. The place where she had been standing seconds ago became cold again as she dashed away to chase the Clancats down.
"Applefrost, where are you going?" Ratscar meowed, completely lost by what the medicine cat had declared. Frantically he searched the dark gray thunderpath, trying to pick up any of the light orange tabby's track. However, the thunderpath proved to be a perfect spot to lose scents. Remembering that he was not alone, the gray tom padded straight back across the calm road to meet the others. "Hey, you! That's right, you. What do you know about what exactly happened here? Have you seen a younger light brown she-cat, too? She is from our Clan." It was a huge crisis to have one medicine cat go missing, but now Ratscar was more worried about their apprentice.
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Feb 14, 2012 19:54:32 GMT -5
Felix looked onto Brock, who just gave him a simple nod to follow after the orange-black she-cat without hesitating. He followed the nonverbal order, and went after her in a quick burst of speed. There was no way he was giving up a chance to slaughter one of them, not even if he was missing a leg. His pace slowed, but he did reach Tiramisu before that ended up happening. He didn't say a word, just kept his breathing steady and his mind fixed on the one goal he had stuck to: KILL! Then again, when was that in anyway not the first thing to come to his mind that flat out made him demented. There was not a time the long haired tabby could think of in his life he never did, without him being in an unusually calm state.
Brock glared onto the stranger, lightening his mood to a semi calm stand. If what he heard the orange-black she-cat said to her may have been true, he'd be willing to accept that. If this young she-cat, basically kittypet to him by the scent. "Well, say something. I would prefer it over silence," he said to her in a kinder tone than what he used to catch the rogues attention. "Well, is there something you want to say or are you going to turn and leave here. Which is it?" In reality, the old tabby rogue wasn't expecting her to actually join in with his group, unless she had a specific reason to come to join them and not stay with the twolegs. Something that stuck to his brain easily, and confused him in the manner he didn't like.
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Post by shadowpaw on Feb 14, 2012 21:22:00 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, he could hold on to Shadowpaw for as long as he wanted. It's who he kills as Shadowpaw that has a limit. It's completely random. It's to keep Nightwolf guessing so that he doesn't come up with any plans that will be a garunteed success. Hail is the moderater of the system.
IC: "Gah, I'll tell you later." Shadowpaw answerd Lone. He looked between Ratscar and Petalpaw. "You mean this one?" He asked. He pointed his tail at Petalpaw... Wait a minute. "Errrrr, you're Ratscar, right?" He asked the Darkclan cat. Shadowpaw could have sworn he heard about this cat. Maybe from Pepperpaw? The apprentice would normally ask Ratscar about Pepperpaw. But this wasn't exactly the best time.
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Post by Frost on Feb 14, 2012 21:34:14 GMT -5
Lune stared at the cat speaking to her, confusion written all over her face. What's going on here? I'm so confused... she thought. "I... What exactly do you want me to join? Why is there so much fighting going on?" she mewed, quickly glancing around to make sure she had a few ways to escape if the need came. If she joined this cat... would she be given a place to stay? Food? Or would they make her fight? She shuddered. I can't fight... not without my claws! I can't let them know I don't have claws, they might hurt me! she felt herself start panicking. This was too much for her to handle!
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