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Post by Rose on May 20, 2008 16:44:35 GMT -8
The calico deputy let out a soft growl, her claws sheathing and unsheathing. Did this cat know who he was talking to? The she-cat narrowed her yellow eyes, two slits piercing the gloom like a claw does to the flesh. Oh how she wanted to leap at him and teach him a lesson, courtesy of the deputy of Echoclan. But she would not.
Longstride swallowed the growl, forcing herself to sit down calmly. She knew all too well the outburst her leader would have if she attempted to fight the stranger. No, the cost was too high. Help me StarClan! she thought, closing her eyes tightly for a few heartbeats.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 20, 2008 17:08:25 GMT -8
Damien continued to shoot the calico cat icy stares as he waited for Fala to speak. C'mon! I don't want to be stared at like I'm a deformed badger any more than I have to!
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Post by Måø§† on May 20, 2008 17:37:59 GMT -8
A sleek black she-cat followed Damien through the croud of possibly thirty cats, icy glares and unfriendly hisses jeered at them from all sides but she kept her head high and focused on the four authoritative leaders upon the large rock ahead. She made sure not to look at any other cats, it was the most critical of times, the most dangerous they had had so far. Questions were thrown at them, but they had more important things to worry about, in time.
Atlast Fala spoke, her voice smooth, calming, cats fury decreased and their ears soaked in every word she said, "If you please, we mean you no harm. We have traveled for a moon to reach this forest and demand your respect. We must discuss matters with your leaders, I advise you to avert your questions and disrespectful comments until we have finished. Now with the leaders permission I would like to make matters clear," she gestured towards the four confused cats staring at them.
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Post by bella on May 21, 2008 16:43:20 GMT -8
StormDreamer smiled then padded over to his sister, WaterStar. "WaterStar?" he meowed. He saw her qestioning face, she was thinking. He looked into her eyes, 'Zoned into outer space', he thought.
WaterStar jumped when she saw StormDreamer. She smiled at his warm face. "Yes?" she meowed. She looked over his shoulder, 'who is that cat', she thought. She leaned towards the direction of the cat. 'Is it a rouge?', she thought.
StromDreamer smiled as his sister came back to earth. "I wanted to tell you that there is a cat in the area, her name is Fala and I'm not sure who that other one is next to her," he meowed.
"Really, what do they want?" she meowed
"I'm not to sure, they said they wanted to speak to the leaders to discuss 'terms'," he meowed.
"All Right, I will go speak to her," she meowed. WtaerStar walked over to the two cats. "What is your business here?" she questioned.
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Post by Silver on May 21, 2008 18:18:59 GMT -8
Cinderstar gazed around the clearing at the instantly alert and suspicious cats. As smooth as water, she slipped down from the Stone and approached the new-comers. "Please excuse our behaviors," she meowed softly. "We are not used to... strange visitors during our important meetings," she said, her eyes not on the cats before her, but at the glimmering Silverpelt above. Her dark blue eyes melted down, back onto the cats in front of her. "However, I must repeat their questions, and request something in return. We will listen carefully to what you have to say and give our respects, but what you say is for all to hear. You must have very important news to have traveled such a long way. Where are you from, Fala? And what is your friends name?" she asked, her smooth gaze sliding over to her partner and back. "More importantly, what kind of news do you bring?" she asked, her voice rising so cats of all Clans could hear.
Frostfur froze when she felt and saw an unknown cat brush past her. Their scents were unfamilier, but their tense stances was what really alerted her. As the cats demanded a hearing with the leaders, Frostfur went up to stand beside Waterstar. She opened her mouth to speak, but Cinderstar beat her to it. She spoke wisely, as if carefully choosing her words. Her words echoed every cat's thoughts. Who were these strangers? What brought them here? Frostfur inched a little closer, ears pointed forward. Her soft white pelt rippled, making her almost invisable stripes dance. Her emeraled eyes stayed trained on the cats.
Sootclaw tensed when two strange cats entered the once quiet clearing. Now the air rang with yowls of protest, and many questions. Sootclaw ignored them all as he shouldered past them, settling his bulk besides his sister. These cats have a lot of nerve, strolling in and demanding our attention, he thought angerily as he glared at them. A growl rose his his throat, rising about the chourus of disapproving hisses. Cinderstar said something he didn't hear, and many cats quieted down, but keep their hackles raised and senses alert. Not once did his emerald eyes leave the strange tom, who smelled of nothing he recognized before. He stayed quiet, allowing the leaders to control the situation, but his throat burned with words kept back.
Willowears rose as the last cats quieted down. His timing was perfect; it was if the silenced themself to see what he would do. Willowears strolled up to his daughter, eyes thoughtful as he watched the new-comers. He didn't say a word, and his eyes looked off as if uncaring, but his stance said he was listening to every word said, analyzing every syllable.
(Sorry, twas trying to make Cinderstar look elegant and clam ^^)
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Post by Måø§† on May 21, 2008 20:44:55 GMT -8
Her held tilted high in full control, Fala examined the cat in-front of her, planning out her words carefully. "Dangerous news," was her only reply. Without a word she leapt elegantly onto the large rock, creating her own space between the leaders. She stared down at the many cats below her, and with a wave of her tail she beckoned her partner along with her. She seemed such a wise cat for such a young authoritative figure, an old soul as some may tell it. But she was petite and sprightly, a wave of wild energy and pulsing amateur power pushing for every side of her.
She waited until every cat below was quiet, their curious and demanding stares fixed and burning onto her pelt. She swiftly looked towards the leaders, searching them for any sign of disapproval and in finding none began to speak. Her voice was different now, spoken without interruption and now informing a whole croud. It had a soft ring to it, yet even though sweet as a warm mothers milk, it was powerful and passionate. "'Warriors' you may be, but not the only ones. Damien," she gestured towards her traveler," and I left our home within the mountains. We are from the Tribe Of the Soaring Eagle, our tribe is much like your Clan. But unlike Clans, tribes live further apart. We have no worries towards territories, towards even loss of prey. We live for peace, order, honesty.
"And I speak to all warriors today. Tell every member of your Clans what I tell you today. Do not abbreviate, do not exaggerate. What I am about to tell you is of the utmost importance, to your Clan, to your forest.
"Despite the peace, one tribe was pushed into war within itself. Cats of family blood killed one another, and that tribe was broken apart by a dishonorable cat who is widely known in tales of horror. He was bloodthirsty, is bloodthirsty, overrun by jealousy and greed of power. Out tribe was one of the few who fought to keep their independence, their peace. We defeated his growing army, yes, there were many who chose or were forced to follow him. We killed many of their cats, and believed them no more threat. We were wrong. He now strives to create what he had once taken so long to conjure, and plan war with this very forest.
"I tell you know why this is so important. Do not be intimidated, his group, Bloodgang, is small. Consisted of only few loners and rogues. But do be cautious, check your borders more often, train your apprentices well, be ready at any moment. And more importantly, do not tire."
The cats below were deathly silent. Fala turned to Damien, he would have more to add. She had done most of the talking, it was what she was best at, being heard, being understood. Damien on the other hand was, shall we say, hot-headed. And both knew it was better for Fala to speak that day. Fala's only request before interrupting this gathering was for Damien not to say anything that would lead to trouble, a feat that was hard for a tom such as him. And despite the mask that had covered the whole of Fala during her speech, not one cat would have thought of her to act sometimes as young as she was. But she was good at being a friend, at loyalty, and was as playful as a young apprentice often times. But scary she could be, and was the only thing she could be to keep both she and Damien alive during a moment like this.
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Post by Rose on May 22, 2008 15:48:02 GMT -8
As Longstride silently listened to the words spoken, she heard cats start to whisper in hushed voices around her. The questions began swirling once again. What's BloodGang? Are they dangerous to us? Tribes? Why? The deputy heard this last question most often as if the cats had screamed it to StarClan. The she-cat then slowly stood up, her head coming up in that well-known deputy fashion. She could sense cats staring at her, but this did not bother the proud cat at all. She stepped forward so she had some space and looked up toward the two loners, her tail curling upward. "All you have said is a great warning to us Fala and Damien. But I must ask. Why? Why come all this way to warn cats that you have no relation with, hardly know about, and share not your way of life? Why risk your lifes for ours?" she meowed, her voice ringing out around the hollow. Behind her, some cats erupted into choruses of her question, the voices ringing out loud and clear. "Why?"
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 22, 2008 16:15:07 GMT -8
Damien snorted, the tip of his tongue prickling with a sharp retort, but under Fala's cool gaze he clenched his jaw. The question, he figured, was one he had expected them to ask. Why did they have to know everything? Why weren't they just grateful that he and Fala had traveled so far to warn them? A growl rose in his throat like bile, but he bit it down. Turning his sharp, sky-blue eyes toward the ocean of fearful faces, he hesitated. Why was he always bothered by crowds. The answer to that question always tore something inside him. Because to every cat who knows me, I'm nothing more than contaminated blood!
"I know that to many of you, there is nothing more powerful that your Clans. You are wrong. To be blind to this threat is a death sentence. I know Seth, the cat who wishes to take your forest from you, because I was in the Tribe during his bloody crusade. He manipulates through threat and fear, and won't hesitate to murder anyone who stands in his way. "Do not underestimate his power, for as we speak, he may be gathering more recruits. I'm not sure of his plan, but what we do know is that he wants to rule this forest. Every leaf. Every pebble. Every cat. He plans to combined all four Clans, and make himself leader."
Horror spread through the faces like a chain-reaction. Silent stares from the warriors and leaders, small gasps from the apprentices. He turned his gaze to Fala, who nodded. He had done the right thing. Even when it was for me...
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Post by Silver on May 24, 2008 20:12:06 GMT -8
Cinderstar nodded to Fala and Damien. "Thank you for the warning. Be sure, Mistclan will follow your advice. You are welcome on our territory if you're staying," she said, blinking slowly. Her head was cocked curiously, her eyes still held unasked questions.
Now Sootclaw padded forward. Since he was not even deputy, this lead to many curious stares. Frostfur even stared at him wide-eyed, before scrambling after her brother. He glanced behind him as she came up to his side. Cinderstar was thoughtfully looking at Fala and Damien, while the elder Willowears was looking at nothing at all. "We understand your warning; this Seth is blood thirtsy and unruly, and will stop at nothing. However, that still doesn't answer the question in my opinion. Why? Why would your Tribe let you leave to go follow a muderer? Why would you care about strangers? Are you guilty for not destroying him in the first place? Are you plotting something yourself? What possibly fueled you to come here?"
Frostfur sat quietly beside her brother, her beautiful white fur sticking out in alarm. Even her grey stripes were visible, her icey eyes widened in fear. An army? she thought. She looked out, around the many silenced cats. Some held fear in there eyes, some disbelief. She could see every emotion; sadness, wonder, confusement, anger. Some even seemed excited. She tapped her tail quetly, staring at the tom, Damien.
Willowears staggered up the rock to sit beside his daughter once more. "Will you stay? Will you help us fight this threat? Or were you only the messengers?" he asked. He wasn't angery or confused. Just genualy curious. "Will you tell us about him, Damien? You said you were there during his attacks. His stratgies would be important to know," he meowed, though more in a conversational tone, so anyone that wasn't one or eight beside the rock could hear. Then he laughed. "We all have so many questions for you tonight..."
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 25, 2008 10:00:16 GMT -8
Damien felt trapped as questions hit him from every direction. As much as he wanted to fight his way to the edge of the clearing and run back into the warm trees, he commanded his feet to stay rooted. His sharp, icy eyes flickered from cat to cat as they stepped forward, questions flowing from their mouths like water. He felt as if he was going to be crushed beneath the heavy blanket of curious stares, and tried to remain calm. Even as he raised his tail for silence, it took a wile for the voices in the clearing to cease. Fala remained by his side, her comforting stare the only thing keeping him in the small circle surrounded by cats. He spoke first to the gray leader, "No thanks. I think me and Fala will stay here, in the Stone Hollow so all four leaders can come and meet us if they wish to form battle plans." He let out a long, weary sigh and turned to the first cat who had spoken; a gray warrior.
"Why we came here, is because we felt like it was our responsibility to warn you of Seth. He was from our tribe, after all, and we knew if we didn't warn you that he could possibly take over your forest. And once Seth gets a taste of extreme power, he'll want even more. He won't stop with your forest, but by using you and his followers to take over other Clans and Tribes. "Yes, we are planning to fight alongside you because Seth needs to be stopped before he has the chance to create an empire."
Damien turned to an elderly cat who hobbled up the rock to sit beside the leader who had welcomed them to stay in their Clan. Sighing, Damien listened to the elder's own words of question. Pausing for a second after he finished his words, Damien decided what to say. "Yes, we will help you fight! Seth needs to pay for what he's done. I know his strategies, yes, and I know how he fights, controls, and leads."
Damien swallowed, looking around the clearing at the cats who seemed to stare through him. The thought made a chill creep up his spine. Can they tell that I'm not telling them the whole truth?
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Post by Rose on May 25, 2008 10:39:32 GMT -8
Hardly listening to the tom and the questions, Longstride could feel a dread building up inside her. There was one question she had to ask, one the Clans needed to hear. The she-cat shoved her way through the cats, seeing as they had drawn closer so their questions were heard. She kept pushing until she was up in front. The she-cat raised onto her hind legs, balancing on the cold stone. The clearing became silent once more as the deputy let out a loud yowl. Knowing the cats where staring at her, she turned her head to gaze at the intruders-as she thought of them-with distrust in her eyes. "How can we know if you're telling the truth? We've never heard of the Tribe, much less know they actually exist! What if you are helping this Seth?" she cried, starting up another roar of questions.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 25, 2008 11:25:53 GMT -8
'How can we know if you're telling the truth? We've never heard of the Tribe, much less know they actually exist! What if you are helping this Seth?'
Damien whipped his head toward the calico she cat, her every word cutting him as real as a claw. She had found his already weak nerve. Anger bubbled up inside Damien, filling his head with a buzzing, blinding sensation. His eyes turned almost white with rage as his claws slid from beneath their sheaths, their patience finally paying off. What happened next came in very few, agonizing heartbeats. Damien knew Fala was trying to stop him, but he was already in motion. She couldn't stop him. She had no idea what it felt like to be viewed as nothing but contaminated blood. He had wanted revenge on those cats who had called his a traitor because he was the son of SETH. This cat would learn what it felt like to live in pain and agony. He would show her unbearable pain. He would find satisfaction in tasting her blood, and ripping her flesh.
"I will join Seth when I forgive him for what he did! For his heartless, merciless murder! For the pain he brought upon me, the agonizing hours, the silent death from within! You are no different! Blindness seems to find its way into every cat nowadays! You do not know pain like I know! You do not know suffering, and times when I wanted to end my life myself!" Damien shot from his position beside Fala into the full force of the calico she-cat. His powerful arms tore her from the face of the rock, and into the mass of pelts below. The shocked cats below jumped out of the way as they both hit the ground. Damien kept his firm grip on the she-cat, landing upon her lungs when they hit the ground. He heard the air leave her chest as he dug in his claws and reached down to sink his teeth into her shoulder.
I guess I am my father's son...
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Post by Rose on May 25, 2008 11:33:53 GMT -8
The calico deputy listened to the unknown cat with a satisfied smirk that turned to one of horror as the tom launched himself at her. She was pushed off of the rock, falling hard on her side on the hard stone below. Longstride let out a loud screech of surprise and pain as she felt his sharp claws dig deep into her flesh. Feeling his jaws clamp around her shoulder, the she-cat began to fill with a rage like never before. She was NOT a meek she-cat just going to be attacked. She was NOT made deputy for nothing! Longstride hissed loudly, pulling her ears back. Automatically her back legs began to tear at his belly, clumps of fur flying into the air. Her jaws snapped at his throat as her front claws clung onto the flesh of his chest. Her mind was in a whirl, locked in a battle she was fighting to win. Not a normal battle, but one for her life. She heard cats all around her begin to screech in terror and her shoulder and lungs were throbbing with pain, but she was too angry to care right this second. He could NOT just prance in here and attack a deputy without anything happening. She let out a snarl once more and pushed more power into her attack, ripping at anything she could reach with deadly sharp claws.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 25, 2008 11:53:02 GMT -8
Damien saw his own anger reflected in the calico she-cat's. Her claws tore deep into his belly, and he ran his claws down her sides. She snapped at his throat, but he kept his head lifted, out of reach. His jagged claws felt the warm, sticky sensation of blood, and the air seemed to rain calico and banded fur tufts. Far away, or so it seemed, a leader's desperate voice rang out for the fight to stop. It did not. Damien felt one of her claws catch him in the side of his head, and he slashed his claws across her face. Despite the pain surging through his body from his belly wounds, Damien's muscular arms remained clamped down upon the she-cats shoulders. She slashed madly, and drew fur from his chest and shoulders.
Reaching downward, he drew his tongue over her soft, white throat. He could almost taste the blood pulsing through her powerful neck. His fur was matted with both his, and the she-cat's blood. She continued to kick, and Damien knew that he must end it. He reached slowly toward her throat, his mouth dry with the craving for feline blood.
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Post by Rose on May 25, 2008 12:08:48 GMT -8
Longstride yowled out once more in pain, blood now running down her face and flanks. The deputy's eyes seemed to brighten with pained rage as she kept kicking at his now wounded belly. She heard her leader cry out for the fight to stop, but it could not.
Suddenly, Longstride froze. The tom's head was lowered toward her's. A great shiver ran down her body as the tom gave her throat a slow lick. She could see the longing for her blood and death in his eyes, the rage that so reminded her of her own feelings. She continued to kick, but the attempts were growing weaker. Slowly, the deputy stilled. For a hearbeat, she lay on the ground quietly. Then she raised her head up a few inches, exposing her throat even more. This movement caused a small trickle of blood to run onto her throat, the ruby red liquid staining the white fur. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Goodbye Echoclan. she thought, tensing. At lease she would die with honor in a fight, not die a coward.
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