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Post by Måø§† on May 29, 2008 16:22:13 GMT -8
Elliot tore across the earth, claws finding their marks in the dense moss and earth. Ears back and eyes but slits, his bulky tabby figure seemed to glide more than step. His movements became gradually more rocky as the trees seemed to thicken, their tall and slightly branchless silhouettes casting long evening shadows across the undergrowth free ground. The large hare in-front of him ran incessantly forward, long legs and gray fur bathing in the golden sunlight enveloping the forest for miles.
The hare suddenly veered drastically off course as another sound was omitted into the natural silence. Yowls and hisses sliced through the air, battle like and aggressive. Elliot froze, were they here? He had heard rumors, but at the time it seemed so distant, so impossible. Gathering up his speed once again, he found himself nearing a small clearing. A gang of cats surrounded a honey golden cat, their yowls threatening and angry. He watched as a few cats split off into the forest, and quickly found a small nest under a fern in which he sat, the oils around him hopefully masking his scent. The golden cat looked fearfully up at a russet colored she-cat obviously the authoritative figure in the meeting. But they didn't battle.
Suddenly to his right, a young and graceful she-cat stopped a hungry and ragged tom. Hisses of disapprovement were heard, too quiet for Elliot to hear. And the tom was dead before Elliot could interfere. Elliot rushed out, who was this she-cat, was she of Bloodgang, or against it? Catch her off guard he unsheathed his claws, inches from the she-cats face. His young rough voice splitting through the yowls behind him, "Don't move. I want you to tell me exactly what's going on."
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Post by Rose on May 30, 2008 5:45:04 GMT -8
"Don't move. I want you to tell me exactly what's going on."
Xasia looked up at the new voice, blinking stupidly at the razor sharp claws not a tail-length from her muzzle. For a moment the fact that a cat was there did not register in her mind. Then it clicked.
The silver she-cat jumped slightly, eyes narrowing. She could feel the dead tom's blood licking at her paws, but at the moment she didn't care. This cat was a new thread, one that needed to be watched. Xasia silently glared at Elliot before wondering if she could trust him. What if he was a part of BloodGang? But then, her nose took in his scent. The sour scent of crowfood didn't cling to his pelt, nor the stench of twoleg trash. Maybe he was just a rogue like she was a loner.
"My brother and I were roaming this territory and looking for food when BloodGang attacked." she meowed, motioning with her tail to the unseen clearing. "They captured my brother while I ran. Another pursued me, and you can see him here." she meowed, throwing a disgusted look at the corpse. "I wasn't planning to kill him, but then he said that the red she-cat had...killed my brother. Anger got the better of me." she confessed.
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Post by Måø§† on May 31, 2008 12:10:21 GMT -8
Paws slowly released as Elliot listened, his grasp finally fell and he stood glaring at the she-cat. She, like him, was a victim of Bloodgang, only sooner. But could he trust her? She seemed harmless at first glance, but he had seen her kill another cat. But hadn't he as well? Maybe all victims had common, Bloodgang only preyed on those they thought were capable of fighting for them. Those who were tough enough, wouldn't back down.
"Your brother is not dead yet, he still waits in-front of the deputy of Bloodgang. But his time will not last long unless we can somehow interfere," his voice was slightly gruff, young, but experienced. He knew cats of Bloodgang had weaknesses, their hunger for power could easily blind them. Tell them what is truth, how the very lie told to them was indeed a lie, they will not hesitate to attack, their anger subsiding over their battle.
Elliot scanned his mind for a plot of divergence, would he risk his life for a tom who he had never spoken to?
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Post by Rose on May 31, 2008 12:27:12 GMT -8
Xasia's breath caught in her throat as she heard the unknown tom speak. Vexor was okay? It was almost too good to be true. The she-cat realized that she was starting to smile.
Then remembering the red cat was still at large, the smile vanished to be replaced with an expression of fury. She turned toward Elliot, her eyes narrowed to bright, angry slits. A growl put an edge onto her words as she dug her claws deep into the soil. "I'll do anything to free him."
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Post by Måø§† on May 31, 2008 12:46:21 GMT -8
Elliot watched as the she-cat smiled, her words to absolute and determined. But it was three against twenty or more, how well would it fair? He knew that the most they could do is end up alive, working for Bloodgang. At the worst, dead. Yet he couldn't let this she-cats hopes down, or could he? Risk one, or risk all.
"Bloodgang has number and strength," he stated bluntly, "We have little hope to return as loners and rogues, but there is another option. Put on a show, fight for an amount of time. Act. Let a cat get to you, and surrender. Once we are in Bloodgangs depth, maybe for days, run as a whole. Our chance is little, but if they buy it, it may work. Our only doubt is wether your brother will understand or not, if we fight he may surrender his life to try to free you."
Eyes unblinking, ears erect, and tail set stone-like in-front of his paws his gaze was expressionless.
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Post by Rose on May 31, 2008 13:02:13 GMT -8
Xasia blinked and felt her limbs stiffen. Surrender to the BloodGang and join them? Her jaws opened to say no, but then she thought about it. That could work if they destroyed the BloodGang from the inside, surprising them as their own followers betrayed them. The she-cat then imagined seeing the look of terror on their faces if the plan worked. She smiled again, slightly eviler this time as she imagined spilling the red cat's blood and slashing open her soft, tender belly. The silver she-cat realized with a furious longing that she wanted to see the red cat suffer as she was slowly slaughtered like she had done to so many before the current moon. Eyes flashed once more as she turned her thoughts back to Elliot. Her answer was certain and firm, without a quiver of doubt. "Let's do it."
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Post by Måø§† on Jun 1, 2008 11:00:47 GMT -8
Elliot glared at the cats assembled beyond, their yowls defiant, urging their deputy to slaughter the reason for the she-cat's anger and greed for blood-spill in Bloodgang. But he was determined to help her somehow. Creeping ahead, belly almost scraping the moist ground he signaled for the silver she-cat to follow with a flick of his tail. Senses aware he traveled on. Fox-lengths away from the Bloodgangs scarlet deputy he hid crouched under a fern and waited for the powerful she-cat to pull up beside him. Whispering and waiting without response, "Run for your brother, fight, and remember the plan. I'll go for their deputy."
Without a battle cry Elliot sprang. Surprise was everything, the more time they could gain without the other cats conscious of the situation the better. His paws muted his strides as he ran, jumping, claws unsheathed, he aimed for the red Bloodgang she-cat, ready for any trick she would play on him.
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Post by Rose on Jun 1, 2008 11:32:13 GMT -8
Her muzzle still slick with the BloodGang cat's blood, Xasia raced forward. Her silver paws carried her form over the shadowed clearing to her brother in what seemed like only a few heartbeats. Once beside her injured kin, the she-cat stood over him, tail lashing. In what seemed like no time at all, a cat leaped at her, his eyes blazing. The two began to fight, fur and blood alike flying high into the air.
The red she-cat froze slightly as she watched the blood-splattered loner race into the clearing toward the gold cat. She was confused and filled with rage now; where was her follower? No matter. It was only a pathetic she-loner. She would easily be taken care of.
A sudden yowl split the air as another BloodGang member bristled, staring at something behind. Rose then glanced over her shoulder to see a large tom leaping straight for her. She cursed mentally before spinning on the spot. Eyes narrowed with hate, the she-cat shot forward. Coming to an abrupt stop, she reared, her sharp front claws trying to dig themselves into his soft belly.
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Post by Måø§† on Jun 1, 2008 13:15:54 GMT -8
Elliot froze for a small time as the red Bloodgang member turned his way, he watched as she stopped abruptly, claws unsheathed pointed at his exposed belly. Regaining his consciousness back seconds before her claws would reach his belly, Elliot wriggled around until he landed hard on all four paws. Without skipping a beat he charged towards her again, ears laid back and eyes slits, but inches away from the she-cat he jerked right and slit behind her, claws unsheathed once again. "You've shed enough choiceless cats blood," his voice was a deep rough growl.
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Post by Rose on Jun 1, 2008 13:28:06 GMT -8
Rose watched with a cool, caculating gaze as the tom landed in front of her. Standing still as he darted around until he was behind her, she shed a small smile as she heard him speak.
It was then the she-cat moved. Slowly, she took a few paces forward and sank onto her belly. Smooth muscles rolling beneath her coat, she began to circle around the tom as a shark would do to it's prey. That was all he was. Just an object that would better BloodGang. His strength would be a large help to the rogues of the Junk Yard. All she had to do was convince him to become a pawn in this great game they called life.
She kept her hungry gaze locked on the tom as she circled, never slowing, never speeding up. It was a constant. The words that spilled from her mouth were of a low and persuasive tone. Dangerous as a viper, yet appearing as only a warning as to what was to come. "Spilled too much blood? My dear loner, it is never enough. It depends on who you ask anyway. Some say too much, some say too little. Come now. Must we fight like uncivilized creatures? Come join us. Join our group. With us you can become powerful, a ruler of the forest over all cats instead of a mere loner, one to be feared and hated." Rose meowed, giving the tom a half smile.
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Post by Måø§† on Jun 1, 2008 13:37:29 GMT -8
Although the true idea tempted him Elliot knew he was there for only one thing. He would act. Holding a pretend look of hunger and greed for power and what ideas Bloodgang offered he hesitated. He knew he must give some resistance, or Bloodgang would not buy his act. Resistance...that was it! An idea seemed to form in his mind as he circled the young she-cat.
"If I join, will you not treat me like you have treated these filthy cats around us. Where the best thing they are offered is crowfood?"
Elliot hoped Xasia was still there, could she face all those cats before beginning the plot. But would Vexor know what was happening?
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Post by Rose on Jun 1, 2008 13:50:19 GMT -8
Rose continued to smile, smoothly taking this bump in the road. So, the cat had some sense. Not many around her did lately. She knew all too well that some of the gang had stilled and was listening for her response. "Those that deserve it get the best. The lazy ones around here? Well, they haven't caught on that to get better offerings you have to do more than lay about. But you my friend, have gotten it. I can promise you much better food then this forest can ever offer you. The plumpest prey, and nothing old and stringy." She replied. Yes, they were hollow promises, but he didn't know that.
Not far off, Xasia had one scrawny tom pinned down. He was bleeding from one ear, her from her shoulders. Yet an expression of hunger was displayed on her face as she pretended to listen closely to what he was saying. It was mainly what Rose was saying, and she knew all too well that the ignorant fools said this to everyone. All fake, all hollow. Nothing real, but the pain and cruelty.
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Post by Måø§† on Jun 1, 2008 14:30:07 GMT -8
Elliot smiled, the act had worked so far. Casting a quick glance at the silver she-cat who stood still yet on t he verge of another battle he caught her eye and nodded. To the cats of Bloodgang it was a nod of decision, to the silver she-cat it was to reassure her that this was the second step of their plan. Once they were accepted…
Locking his eyes on the Bloodgang deputy once more he spoke coldly yet comprehendible, "Very well then. We accept, but we ask in our acceptance that each of us, all three of us, are treated with respect."
Was Vexor following?
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Post by Rose on Jun 1, 2008 14:37:58 GMT -8
At his response, Rose was slightly surprised, not to mention a little suspicious. Why had he accepted so easily? Then, she dismissed her worries. Stop worrying like an elder. she scolded herself.
The she-cat stopped in her tracks, giving the BloodGang cats a nod. Instantly they filed around the three, all of them having no expression. Rose dipped her head, hiding her cruel smile. "Of course. May I ask your names?" ----- Xasia slowly nodded as she allowed the BloodGang tom to scramble to his paws. She showed no emotion, but felt like yowling her victory. The plan had worked.....so far.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jun 2, 2008 15:19:49 GMT -8
The scene unfolded before Vexor like the entrails of a dream, his head spinning slightly through loss of blood given away by his quickly-beating, betraying heart. As his head ducked in and out of a black void, he recognized the familiar, sweet voice of Xasia. He tried to force his eyes open, but the movement only made his vision ebb away more quickly. The hard, dusty earth became soft and inviting. But he resisted the temptation, and yowled out to Xasia, his dry throat sounding rusty and cracked. "No! Xasia don't join them! Run! Run.... run... please run..."
Another wave of darkness seized his golden eyes, and he struggled through it, trying to find sight. Every time a wave cascaded over his head, it got harder to wade through. This time, the darkness felt thick, like he was pushing through a pool of sucking mud. He knew his cries were in vain. Most times he opened his mouth, nothing came out but a heaving cough. The burning in his leg felt like a distant worry, an insignificant doubt. "Xasia," he whispered. He felt her presence somewhere near him. The ground seemed to be swallowing him in a gaping mouth of slumber.
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