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Post by Torn on May 6, 2008 11:45:36 GMT -8
*peers at Eshe and pokes* Reply!!
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Post by Rose on May 6, 2008 18:02:14 GMT -8
OOc: I may not be Eshe, but I will reply. Anyone mind me joining?
Bic: As the two Blood Gang toms trapped a duo of forbidden lovers, a blood-red cat was watching from above. Her whip-like tail was curled around her paws like a snake curled around it's prey. Her ears were pricked, her eyes narrowed. Though this cat stunk of the dump and her fur was ragged, strong muscles rolled beneath the rusty coat. Long, curved claws clung to a soft material as she began to rip it to shreds. As the once beautiful cloth was destroyed, the she-cat narrowed her eyes even more. She was done watching. She wanted some action. She wanted to dig her claws into the Clan cat's coat, wanted to feel the blood of her victim run over her paws. Now.... she thought, looking toward an old pathway.
Rose's steps were hushed as she weaved her way around objects, brushing up against two or three to leave her scent. Each paw was placed carefully, avoiding the rainbow array of glass that seemed to be present in all parts of the junkyard. As she reached the bottom, her eyes flashed as they landed on the younger she-cat. Though the white she-cat tried to be fierce, she stank of fear scent and her voice cracked with terror. "My dear.." Rose meowed, padding forward, "Don't you want this tom for yourself? If you join, you'd never have to sneak away to see him. You would never risk seeing him fall in love with a she-cat of his Clan. You would never have to share him with anyone ever again. He'd be all yours. Isn't that what you always wanted?" she meowed, her gaze narrowing. The she-cat was standing at the base of the junk hill, also cutting off a slim means of escape. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to go. They're ours. she thought with satisfaction.
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Post by Torn on May 6, 2008 23:30:54 GMT -8
OOC: Eshe, Rose... its a reply!!
White's fur was spiked up as she leapt round, her teeth bared. A ruby she-cat was stood there. Whos she? the ivory she-cat thought, looking round for escape. Nothing. Surrounded by two toms, a she-cat and a huge white box. "He'd be all yours." I do want him! I just don't want him leave his Clan and be alone, only for me. Her head hurt thinking about it. But he wants to stay.
Treepaw stepped towards White, licking her ear. "White, I want to come here, so I can be with you." He said, wishing she'd see his side. She was alone, she could join these cats and no one would know, except her. He was leaving his Clan, where he was born, where he had his family and friends. The least she could do was come with him.
White lowered her head, her emerald eyes burning into the garbage ridden floor. She felt bad, she knew he wanted more than anything to be with her. But she wasn't sure about these cats. They had good reasons for White and Treepaw to join, but they were hiding something. Just what was it?
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 9, 2008 7:46:31 GMT -8
Seth shot Scarface a warning glance from beneath his scarlet gaze. We're trying to get these cats to join! Not scare them away! Let's see if we can get them to join on their own, first.
Sensing the presence of his second-in-command, Seth nodded. Rose's words seemed to lift the Tom's spirits, but the alabaster she-cat still seemed hesitant. He had to do something to convince her that this was her best option. He had to make her and the tom trust him. Forcing a cat to join would mean trouble, especially if that cat is proud and arrogant. His tail swished back and fourth as he watched with mild interest the she-cat's emerald eyes.
"My name is Seth," he spoke stepping toward the two young cats in a friendly way. "And this is Rose, my second-in-command. Or as Clan cats might say, the deputy. Scarface is the cat behind you. He is one of our warriors." "If you choose to join us, we will make sure you always have a home in our care, and you will never be judged for being together."
The she-cat looked in his direction, and he gave her a wink.
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Post by L a m b on May 9, 2008 11:38:29 GMT -8
getting away withScarfaceMURDERYou think you know me you think you know my motives my hate perhaps all this is part of a greater plan, 'eh? His sun colored optic locked onto Seth's facade, and with a glare his ebnite and ivory skull was nodded...He'd seen Rose come, and had said nothing, had made no move, yet...Only bowing down lower, before raising himself into a sitting postion has he heard Seth.Scarface's rat like tail curled over his dark paws, claws still extended, knifelike deadliness locked inside a blood-lusting tom...Odds were had end on how long he could control himself. As his name was spoken and slight nod giving from his large skull. His mug parted as the other two blood-gnag cat's swallowed their words. His own raspy, rugged like lyrics ripped at the land.. "I do belieave we got off on the wrong foot, but I presumed you two could've been the dam'ed rouges that have been stealing from us,but by the smell of you two, I say your mostly in the forest..Atleast, one of you.."The first part was a lie there were no rouges that were stealing from bloodgang,but it would've seemed likely, would it not? His furless bod' sat tall and erect, he normlly did not speak much, infact that might'vebeen the most he'd spoken since he'd been here..Golden optic once more fell back into shadowness, as his glare was blown full force,but it was on no one, instead he was staring off in the distance,but both audits had perked and were locked in the direction of the four cats..
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 11, 2008 18:59:06 GMT -8
Seth lashed his tail in impatience. He didn't want to stay out in the open for longer then he had to. It was urgent that the Clans not know of their cult until they were strong enough to make a siege. The sun was beginning to descend, and Seth still had to plan for the long, tiring day that awaited him tomorrow.
Not changing his welcoming appearance, Seth spoke again. "So what will it be? A lifetime of unhappiness? Or a chance to let your love bloom? It will be your choice, but you can't expect us to wait for you forever. We are offering you a new path to life that will only stand for so long. So... what will it be? Regret? Or love?"
He let his eyes rest upon the white she-cat. This would be her decision. Her eyes looked scared and unsure, but Seth just hoped this would not have to turn into a prisoner/capture situation. What will you choose? Freedom? Or imprisonment?
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Post by Rose on May 12, 2008 16:07:06 GMT -8
Rose tried not to betray her impatience as she waited for the duo's answer. Each moment spent out here was a risk for the Blood Gang cats. She knew all too well Seth wouldn't wait long and didn't want to be discovered just yet. They were still too weak.
Without realizing it, she unsheathed her claws, digging them into the hard ground of the junkyard. She swallowed, forcing herself to remain calm. Eyes flashing with slight worry and annoyance, she meowed, "What do you choose?"
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Post by L a m b on May 12, 2008 16:21:20 GMT -8
.I'll wash the blood of my hands.Scarface.While you mourn the death of your Bloody Valentine.Im something you don't know you belieave you can see me what I am Look deeper and all you'll find is the devil in disguise Scarface didn't enjoy this infact he hated it more then the other two, but he was forcing himself to stay there, and not attack. Ignore it Scarface, do not kill them...yet..Anger returned to his golden optic, before his rat-like body was once more lowered to the ground, tail whipping through the rubbio\sh wildly. It was if he'd been made to live here, or atleaxt for the moment, he stank -less then that other too, for his very short, and practically bald fur, held not much scent.. Audits twisted low again, but had they ever left? His mug parted and razored ivories glistened within like those of a snake, though he wouldn't attack head on, he preferred something more steathlier..Blood- stained daggers were now fully bared from his ebonite and ivory pads...The deformed cat barely controling himself, a look of longing was shot at Seth, Could he attack???He wanted to so bad, the anger and blood-lust building, and consuming, his paw darted forward as he took a step forward, but he held himself back.. Wait, just a little longer..
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Post by Torn on May 12, 2008 23:28:36 GMT -8
Treepaw looked round, his ebonite form towering over his loved one, who was crouched on the floor. He lay down so he was level with her face, then gazed into her eyes and mewed gently "Come on White... Listen to them. We could be together, without any cat who could stop us."
White shook her head, closing her eyes. Why was even he against her? Sighing, she straightened up and stood on shaky legs. "Fine... I'll join you aswell." The words were hoarse as she spoke them, and unhappy. Its what he wants... after all, I got us both into this mess. He didn't want to come. But I made him, and now the tables are turned. Looking over at Treepaw, she smiled weakly in return to the huge beam that had spread across his face. Then, she looked at Seth, Rose and Scarface with hard eyes, challenging them. What will you do now?
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 15, 2008 18:02:56 GMT -8
Seth smiled. "Do not worry, you have made a wise decision. Now... it's time for you to come home." He turned and began to pad toward the center of the twoleg rubbish-forest, beckoning with his tail for the two to follow. He slowed his pace as to match the pace of the young tom. He allowed his vermillion eyes to appear a haunting shade of friendliness. He looked over the two young cats. The tom's pelt was coated with lean muscles, the making of a true warrior. The she-cat had less muscles than the tom, but they too looked equally developed. They will be good fighters when the time comes to take over the forest.
He let his gaze rest upon the tom. "What are you called? And you?"He questioned both young cats.
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Post by Rose on May 16, 2008 13:31:03 GMT -8
Rose followed, a slightly odd smile appearing on her red maw. Her blood red coat was bathed in the faint sunlight that shone down as she slowly flanked the white she-cat. She slowed her normally rapid pace to that of the younger cats, feeling quite happy to be in the home she knew best. The second-in-command turned to look at White, her eyes friendly. "So how did you two, a loner and a Clan...cat meet?" she meowed. She mentally hissed. The well-used words Clan kitties had almost passed her jaws.
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Post by Torn on May 18, 2008 8:09:12 GMT -8
Treepaw flashed a glance at White, whose head hung low, her eyes focused on the floor. A heartbeat passed before he heard the words that Seth had spoken. Slightly raising his gaze, he looked at the dark tom and mewed "I'm Treepaw, and this is White." He gestured to her, his voice softening as he talked about her. Then he turned his attention to Rose. "Well... I was hunting, far away from camp. White was on our territory and I just... well I just liked her. Then we ran into one another a few more times and soon we decided to meet up..." He smiled at the ivory she-cat as he said that, hoping to make her do something, at least?
White's face was hard as she stared at her paws, padding along next to Treepaw. Not responding to anything around her, White thought back. It was times like this when she wanted her mother back.
Pangs of regret washed over her as she remembered the night when she left Berry, left her sister. The night she discovered her mother dead. The night everything changed.
And now I'm here. Helping those against my own enemies. Except I don't want to. I don't want to fight anymore.
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