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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 17, 2008 21:14:31 GMT -8
Two vermilion eyes peeled open in a single movement, and for a second, the world stood still. Lifting his banded shoulders from the cushy, dank surface, his eyes flicked across the rows of seats where the breaths of many cats echoed through the moss-sodden bus, creating a serene silence of slumber. His scarlet-lined, silted pupils lingered for a second upon the back of the two newest pelts. Then, with the silence of a falling feather, he slipped down onto the metallic floor. Power seemed to pulse from his pelt in waves as he sprang onto the back of a seat, then through a hole that led him into the warm, Greenleaf breeze.
Prowling upon the roof of the bus, he gazed at the rising sun as it stretched it's bloody fingers across the indigo night. The warm wind caressed his fur like a longing lover, and he flexed his claws as his mind clouded with thoughts... and memories. He shed not a tear over the hole that gaped wide inside his chest, and burned with grief. He had lost so much in his relentless quest for power, including his mate and son. But he knew that soon, all too soon, his efforts would be proven to not be in vain.
Dark thoughts raced through his mind. Power. Hunger. Murder. It all meant nothing, for he had proven himself to be a true leader. He deserved the position of leader of all four Clans. It was his destiny! His purpose in life. And as the sun bled every morning and evening, he would not bleed... not even in death. Seth would live on!
"It is time," he whispered out to the innocent breeze. "It is time..."
And so begins the day to recruit all loners, rogues, and kittypets... even if it means a few deaths to do so...
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Post by Torn on May 18, 2008 7:44:05 GMT -8
The quiet meows of other cats floated to Ridge's ears as he strode down the middle of the many seats, until his long claws hung over the edge of the hard shiny steps that led to the exit of the bus. In one powerful leap, he landed with his paws nestled between stinking rubbish. Raising his deep green gaze to the roof where the sounds of paws came from. Seth was stood there, gazing at something in the distance. The dark auburn tom leapt up onto an empty windowsill, then leapt again onto the roof with a clatter onto the empty metal shell. Nodding to his superior, he opened his mouth, letting his deep accent roll out. "Morning Seth." His eyes were dark as he watched the ebonite tom with interest, wondering what he was reasoning in his mind.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 18, 2008 9:14:55 GMT -8
The soft click of nails against metal aroused Seth from his thoughts. His scarlet eyes flicked to the side to see the large, intimidating figure of Ridge. To Ridge's greeting, Seth replied, "Yes, good morning Ridge."
Seth watched the large tom for a moment before returning his gaze to the sky. Without turning his head, Seth spoke, "Ridge, can you please wake Rose and Scarface, please tell them to meet me on the bus-top, then come and return yourself. There's something I wish to discuss with my three most loyal followers."
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Post by L a m b on May 18, 2008 9:23:28 GMT -8
The devil in disguise Scarface the creator of he//
The rat emerges the killer dawns the life is lost time to kill whispers the rustic voice
His rat-like bod' was pulled out from under a mangled seat, that sat low to the ground. The ebonite and ivory bod' crouched down into the aisle, as he stalked to where Seth was. Hi sfurless tail slid across the ground, sending rubbish scattering to the side. Audits were twisted low,but they'd never been perked, there was something strange about this cat. He was different and it was easy to tell, not just in apearance,but something else..His bod' was set farther away from Ridge and Seth, but still close enough so that he didn't have to yowl to be heard. His mug parted, and for a moment sharpened sabers gleamed, before his rusted lyrics clawed the air. "'Lo" It was simple, Scarface just didn't talk much, he didn't see a point, His only optic, glowed full of darkness, the other side was a blank pit, that seemed to also be locked omn Seth
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Post by Rose on May 18, 2008 11:25:14 GMT -8
One cat rose from the bus-wide slumber, her stiff joints moving once more. The she-cat slid into a satsifying stretch, her battle-honed muscles moving beneath her ragged pelt. The second in command jumped from her seat near the bus, her form silent as she padded along the middle of the bus. The dim light that usually shone through the windows was slashed through by the bright sunlight that showered through the gaping hole in the roof. Rose glanced up before jumping toward a bus seat. The cat occupying the seat began to growl, but it ended up in an abrupt matter as the red she-cat's claws slashed it across the face. Looking back up toward the hole as if nothing happened, Rose leaped high into the air.
In a few moments, she was on the roof of the bus. The she-cat padded forward, her eyes cold. As the sun hit her pelt, it lit up the fur in a fiery, blood-red brilliance. She offered only a swift "Morning." to the cats around her as she began to wash the blood of the other cat from her claws.
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Post by L a m b on May 18, 2008 14:12:06 GMT -8
You Can't BringScarfaceDownYou see the shdaow You See The Rat Then you See Me Optic watched Rose as she bounded swiftly onto the bus. His rat-like tail flicked behind him, sending more rubbish flyong, he was edgy, more then usual. His sanity was just in grasp,but slipping. Sun-hued optic locked on Seth, and the empty socket seemed to be now locked on Rose.. He'd settled himself on a mangled and rat-eaten sofa chair. His claws sheathed to warn off any cat that tried to take it from him. He still had himself crouching down as if to attack someone, but continued to look up at the two-cats...
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Post by Torn on May 20, 2008 9:40:04 GMT -8
The stinking breeze brought Rose's scent to him a few seconds before he jumped down from the bus. He paused to acknowledge Rose with a nod, then soared to the ground. His huge paws landed with a Clank on the tin cans in the midst of rubbish and hopped into the bus.
Looking over, his jade eyes burned into Scarface slits for a moment before he signalled for him to follow. Then he retraced his steps until he was once again sitting beside Seth and Rose.
(Scarface is inside the bus... or is he? Confused, sorry. He called him over, however he did it.)
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Post by Rose on May 20, 2008 15:17:27 GMT -8
The tom sat hunched on the ground, staring off into the mounds of trash that made up the junkyard. Hunger clawed at his belly, making him desperate and daring. He had been hiding out on the edges of the forest for days, avoiding cats at all costs. Prey was scarce where he was, however. He had gone with little food for some time now. He would go crazy if he didn't catch any food soon. Though the stories of the murderous cats of the junkyard ran through his head, he now ignored the screaming warnings in his head and ventured in.
All of his senses were on high alert as he crept low to the ground, his muscular form and ebony pelt blending in well. Strange grey eyes swept the area he could see, sharp claws unsheathed as he glanced up at the mountains which cats could attack from. He would be history if these battle-ready cats surprised him from above. His lip curled as a sour smell reached him. He glanced to his right and suddenly wished he hadn't.
There, on the ground, was the remains of what had once been a living cat. It's jaws were open in an unheard scream, it's eyes wide with horror. It's skinny body was covered in bites, the grey fur sticking up with dried blood. The cause of death was clear: Starvation. Bile rose in the former warrior's throat as he forced himself to look the other way. It was impossible to though; a loud squeak came from his right.
Looking back toward the courpse, he spotted a large rat sniffing at the cat. /Better than nothing./ Steppingstone thought. As he pounced and his jaws made contact with the creature, it let out a loud pain-filled cry. Steppingstone froze, the rat dying in his jaws. Had any of the cats heard?
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 20, 2008 15:36:54 GMT -8
(Just so everyone knows, there's already about twenty or so BloodGang cats who are just members and aren't being played)
Eyes a deathly shade of vermillion, the two slit-like pupils shifted as they gazed at the three cats before them. Seth's banded pelt rippled with muscles as he shifted positions, looking relaxed as he lay, paws crossed. "As you three know, I have been planning to find recruits among the surrounding Clan-less cats. Today, we carry out that plan. There will be four groups, each led by one of us. I expect you three know what to do if a cat refuses, and remember, always start by attacking at the heart. Rose, you will lead a group of cats through the Sunnywood Grove. Ridge, you will lead your group through Twoleg Place. Scarface, you will lead your cats to the Abandoned Barn. And I, will head into the Gnarled Forest. Carry out your mission successfully, and I will assure each of you a place at the head of our new forest once it is ours."
Seth stole their gazes one more time before disappearing down into the bus, gathering up the cats he would take. Rogues... loners... kittypets... beware! The time has come!
List of Loners, Rogues, and Kittypets (AKA victims):
* = Captured Cats
Steppingstone* Slvana Shell Casey Alley Vexor* Xasia Night Blaze Elliott Pantheress Fiver Ginger* Mimi Match Martin* Bandit Treepaw* White*
Let the countdown begin...
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Post by L a m b on May 20, 2008 17:09:06 GMT -8
You can't take meScarfaceI'll kill you firstShadows dance my heart they sing a lullaby of hate and love lost a lullaby lullaby... The rat like cat listened momentarily,before something else caught his attention, he ducked away from the group, tail held low as he stalked towards the sound of scuffling. Coming around the tall pile of rancid trash, his only sun-ued optic landed on a large ebonite tom, who looked as ragged as himself. His mug parted and low hiss parted from his mug, before he uttered a low rugged... "Lo'" Claws were unsheathed,but he didn't attack, there was something about the older tom he liked, as in a good friend way. Audits lowered, knowing that his rat-like appearance, and missing optic often caught cat's off guard.
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Post by Rose on May 20, 2008 17:14:32 GMT -8
His form still hunched over his prey, the tom slowly looked up. Shadowed grey eyes took in the cat with a slight amount of surprise. He had seen some cats with horrible injuries, and this seemed to be yet another victim of a battle gone wrong.
Steppingstone stayed where he was, his tail sweeping the ground slowly behind him. Judging the distance the cat was from him, he slowly relaxed and began to tear into the rat. "Hey. You're one of those 'murderous' cats, aren't you?" he meowed, oddly calm.
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Post by L a m b on May 20, 2008 17:18:16 GMT -8
i watch youScarfaceyou me my murderous feindYou know of my kind I of yours His skull was nodded at the older cat's uestion,before he lowered himself to the ground in a sitting postion,his mug parted once more and for a moment blood-stained ivories glowed, before his lyrics spilled into the world. "It's a small world, What's your name"The ebonite tom seemed so old, and yet he seemed strong, wild, yet sad. Scarface's optic was locked on him and it seemed the hollow pit was to.HE found the older tom easier to talk to then the rest, Scarface never talked much, didn't have a reason to.
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Post by Rose on May 20, 2008 17:23:30 GMT -8
The color of night draped his pelt, matching his dark attitude contained within. He soon finished his prey, not bothering to lick away the blood from his muzzle. Not now. He couldn't be bothered with his fur already a disaster. Grey eyes flickered toward the rugged tom, locking on his face. "That it is. Name's Steppingstone. You?" he questioned, voice low like the rumble of thunder and just as ominous.
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Post by Torn on May 21, 2008 12:35:12 GMT -8
As Seth talked, a flame danced in Ridge's eyes. A flame that gave a look at his excitement and willingness to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. Rule. Nodding as he finished and the other cats dispersed, Ridge stood up and took a run at the edge of bus then leapt onto a pile of rubbish that led to the edge of the dump. After that, Twolegplace. His mission. He thought over what he needed to do in his head. Find the kittypets and ask them. Show them the benefits. If they don't agree, force them. This will be easy... As soon as I pick up worthless cats, they can help me convince the stubborn ones. The wire fence loomed above him, rusted and broken in parts. Ridge pulled himself up it with strong limbs, then leapt off the top onto a stunted and dirty patch of grass by the edge of a thunderpath. Looking both ways, he raced for TwolegPlace, so as to get going as quick as possible. Looking at a small area of forest, memories flashed in his mind. A picture; the lifeless body of his brother lying at the very spot at which he was now staring. But he shook it away. BloodGang doesn't want memories. It wants future. Stopping as he reached the first nest, Ridge looked round at the un-natural walls, wrinkling his nose at the scent. But he slunk in, already scenting the air to find victims...
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Post by L a m b on May 21, 2008 13:34:30 GMT -8
I'm getting awayscarfacewith murderJust a shadow Hidden from sight His skull nodded, before his mug parted, and dark hearted lyrics slashed the air like lightning. (always follows thunder..lol..) "Scarface, you wanna come with me?"The rat-like bod' of scarface didn't wait, he had to go or Seth would have him, although he wouldn't mind the extra help of a cat that was easy to talk to unlike, the small band of cats that still sat waiting for him....With that he raised his ebonite and ivory colored bod' from the rubbished ground, and over to the band of cats, flicking his tail for Steppingstone to come, and then slinking away through the rubbish, his cats spread out behind him..Idoits...
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