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Post by L a m b on May 25, 2008 13:10:10 GMT -8
I chime in With a Haven't You People ever heard of.ScarfaceClosing The Dam' door.Fear what can not be seen fear the seen fear al l that is logical but all that is not live in your fear and it will soon break your heart The ebonite and ivory hued tom slunk into the abandoned barn, five cats accompianed him in, while the rest waited outside, blocking every exit...The tom gave off the appearance of a rat, he had no fur, and in the dark light only one optic glinted. Many would belieave it was an illusion,but no he had only one golden eye. His blood-stained mug opened wide, as he breathed in all the scents, Steppingstone was near, and so were the other foru cats, bu tthere were more in the barn, he sat down claws sheathed. It was just a waiting game for them to start emerging..
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Post by Rose on May 25, 2008 13:17:08 GMT -8
Steppingstone glanced around the barn, lowering himself to the floor. His dark coat made it easy for him to blend in, if he could remain silent. The tom gazed around, blinking ever so slowly at times. He knew this place. It was the Loner's Barn. A sudden memory made him wince. This was the place of pain, the place where Snow had gave birth to her kits. Then, she died, and he had left the living kits with another queen. Where they were now, she did not know. The tom glanced at Scarface and unsheathed his claws, waiting, just waiting....
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Post by Torn on May 26, 2008 8:36:25 GMT -8
Shell yawned as she woke up, then closed her mouth suddenly. A foul scent of rust, rubbish and rot hit the roof of her pink mouth. Wrinkling her nose, she looked over the edge of the high up hay loft, then shrank back quietly and lay in the hay. These cats weren't loners, looking for a place to stay. Oh no, they were rogues, of some kind. Why are they all together? Biting her lip, she thought hard. She'd heard stories about cats that lived in the dump, hard and ruthless. But what were their names? BloodGang. That was it. Better to know your enemy.
Shell slowly shuffled forward, until she could look down over the ledge again. There were five cats. Too many to scare away. Searching over them, she saw a ginger tom, a white one she-cat, a tortishell she-cat and a black tom, barely visible in the low level of light. But there was another one aswell. Looking at him chilled her to the bone. His fur was completely gone, making him look like a snake. The light of one eye shone round in the darkness. Where was the other one? Confused at his odd appearance, she shuffled back so they couldn't see her. Looking up at the open window, she saw the cresent moon glowing weakly. Shell shivered as she stared at the cold light, wondering what to do.
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Post by L a m b on May 26, 2008 11:43:47 GMT -8
The Devil went down to GeorgiaScarfaceLookin' For Some Souls to StealYou can't hear it you can see it but you dont want to it's a shadow on the wall that twist and deforms to ache through your imganiation filling it with the darkest of dark thoughts. Audits flickered as they caught the scuttling of sounds in the hay above, skull titled upward, and his voice was almost silent as he breathed out the words, signalling Steppingstone to keep a look out for others, and drawing the ginger tom over, his skull nodded at the stack of hay, and quickly the ginger cat dropped down to a crouch,..Scarface's snow hued and night hued bod' quickly shot across the ground and to where the loner was. The ginger tom, stalking up behind, to make sure againtst all odds the cat didn't get away. Golden optic locked on the she-cat, as he easily moved up the bouncy hay, and jumped lightly down next to her. His voice rugged and snarling was right next to her audit.. "Don't run..."Now that he was up close, his empty eye socket was visible, hollow..Emptiness..fear..
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Post by Rose on May 26, 2008 14:19:27 GMT -8
The black tom took a few steps forward, watching as Scarface easily leaped toward the hay. He blinked as the tom suddenly disappeared out of sight. /Must have found someone./ he thought, hearing a slight, whisper-like growl. Steppingstone turned his head slowly, scanning the hay for more loners. Muscles tensed, ready to spring if needed. None would get away under his watch. They never would.
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Post by Torn on May 27, 2008 0:23:32 GMT -8
Shell crouched on the hay, listening to their harsh voices. Silently, she prayed that they wouldn't find her. Please, anyone. Help me!
Shell shook where she sat, staring ahead and rooted to her spot, as still as she could. Then the light bump of landing paws came from beside her. Shell squeaked a little, then jumped up and backed away, eyes wide as the tom approached her. His bare skin had a sickly gleen, while his one amber eye was like a search-light, tracking her down.
He stopped right next to Shell, his face shoved in her. Terrifyed, the tabby she-cat stared into his eyes. Well, his one eye. The other socket was like a bottemless pit, leading to a churning sea of horror and fear.
"Don't run..."
Shell couldn't run. Frozen to the spot, she stared at the cats. Her voice came out in a high croak, throat dry with fear. "W-what do y-you want?" Backing away, the feeling of dread swallowed her up, pulling her down. Like she was drowning. Suddenly, she felt the walls of the barn with her tail.
Trapped.
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Post by fissurepelt on May 27, 2008 10:27:19 GMT -8
As the tom watched as the other cats walked in the different direction with a strange cat, he wondered what they where doing. He watched quietly from a spot dwonwind from them in hope for not being scented. Though much hasn't changed since he has been following he doesn't want them to know he's there. Blaze watched quietly hoping for a chance to strick and save the one she-cat that was trapped. It didn't loook hard but he knew he had to do something.
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Post by L a m b on May 27, 2008 16:21:20 GMT -8
Let me hear your battle cry tonightScarfaceStand beside, or step asideyou run down the long empty hallways of fear Knowing you can't escape that demonic thing that chases you. His mug parted, and croaking laugh ripped it's way from his mug, optic locked on the she-cats frozen fear filled ones. Fear scent just seemed to encircle her. A cruel smile whispered over the ebonite and ivory colored tom, his mug parted and sharp dagger like ivories, were glinted in the faded light, as his lyrics pulsed through the air, in a hushed manor towards the she-cat. "Nothing much just for you to come and join Bloodgang...I can explain the benefits..You can come quickly, or you could choose the falter,and come in a deadly manor."The other cat a ginger tom, now stood next to Scarface,, watching the she-cat, skull turned and Scarface called to Steppingstone. "Would you like to go help Seth, or would you rather stay here.."Scarface then looked back at the victim before him, the ginger tom next to him had never taken his optics off the she0-cat...No way to escape OOC _ only asking that, because Fiver his fighting Seth right now/
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Post by Rose on May 28, 2008 13:45:04 GMT -8
Steppingstone surveyed the barn one last time, his eyes wide in the gloom. Nothing stirred, nothing moved. It seemed as if the she-cat Scarface had pinned was the only thing alive in this place. He turned his emotionless gaze back to the rat-like cat, nodding slightly. "I'll go. You seem to have the barn covered." he answered. Silently, the tom turned and slunk for the barn door, never noticing the loner hiding behind the haystacks.
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Post by Torn on May 30, 2008 10:49:30 GMT -8
Shell stood up straight, the backs of her legs touching the wooden wall. This cat wanted her, whether she came quietly or not. Quietly? Time to make as much noise as possible.
Shell bared her teeth in a snarl, then stepped forward towards the hairless tom. Her ears almost tried to bury themselves into her cranium, while her tabby fur fluffed up to make herself as big as possible. Maybe the tom would think twice about fighting her? Unlikely. Her tail lashed back and forth as she crouched agressively, teeth bared at the tom. "I know about your..." She paused, as though choking on the word. "Your vile band. You cats, you kill. Murder innocent cats. And I'll do whatever I can to stop you." With that, the striped feline leapt at Scarface, aiming heavy blows with her stocky legs and strong paws at his skull.
Die fighting.
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Post by fissurepelt on May 30, 2008 19:22:05 GMT -8
Blaze watched quietly as they satrted to fight. He didn't want to go in till he knew it was going to be worse. He would probably provoke a bit of confusion if he came running into the battle so he waited.
ooc; writers block.
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Post by L a m b on May 31, 2008 6:17:46 GMT -8
Let the bodies hit theScarfaceFLOOROne nothing wrong with me Two nothing wrong with me three nothing wrong with me four nothing wrong with me.. The ebonite and ivory heud tom chuckled, icily. A sthe she-cat's words rang out and hit his audits. He watched as she flew at him, and merely raised his paw and shoved her away in mid-flight. His mug parted, as his claws sheathed, and audits pressed even closer to his skull. Harsh lyrics bit the air that seemed to be turning colder every minute. "Its what I do, and if it makes me happy so be it."A growl rumbled inside of him, as he easily, shifted, and the brute holding surprsing more strength then it looked like, flew through the air. Knife-like ivories flashed in the torrent moon light, that flitered in through the smudged window. His claws etched, jagged and sharp, from his leathry paws. His one golden optic flashed menacly, he thought about killing her, but the voice argued not to, Seth would be angered...But then he was planning to overthrow the pathetic cat wasn't he? This cat, excuse me creature, was nothing more then a mere nightmare, from your darkest dreams..
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Post by Torn on May 31, 2008 12:02:56 GMT -8
Shell stared at the tom, then dived out of the way just in time. Luckily, the hayloft was big enough to get her away from him as she was flung away. As she stood up, her sides heaved. Shell was really not very fit, as she was hindered by her injury and lack of things to work for.
Violent shakes started to engulf her body as she realised she was trapped at the back of the hayloft, with the ghastly tom in front of her. With wide eyes, she surveyed her options. Jump, fight or stay and submit. She bared her teeth at him, then opened her mouth wide and yowled as loud as she could. "Get out while you can!"
I'll give them a chance to escape.
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Post by fissurepelt on Jun 1, 2008 16:17:38 GMT -8
"How did you know I was here, cat. Didn't this work for a good hiding place," meowed Blaze walking out. He didn't expect any cat to know he was hiding back there. He should have taken the chance and started fighting a little while ago, though he knew he would have never won.
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Post by L a m b on Jun 8, 2008 9:29:34 GMT -8
Doubt in your faith Scarface truth in your lies
In the light it rots in warmth it perishes in dark it lives in hate it beathes
Scarface laughed as the other cat twisted out of it's hiding place, this was swerving to be to easy. Scarface signaled to the other cats, as he easily flew from the hay, and lowered himself to the ground, oh yes, game time...My friend..
The ginger tom crouch beyond his leader, waiting, watching, the signal, he and the tortishell she-cat flew at the new cat that had just mdade himself visible..
Scarface and the ivory-hued she-cat moved as one, snaking around to Shell. Audits twisted low to his skull, as the ivory hued she-cat raced forward, sending the first attack at Shell, before Scarface raced forward and swiped at SHell..The ivory cat followed right behind him, each quickly attacking then falling for the toher to attack..
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