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Post by Rose on May 21, 2008 17:25:50 GMT -8
The tom didn't hesitate but merely followed the younger tom, his form low to the ground. He was smart enough to know he didn't have much choice. Besides, where else could he go? His mate dead, he wanted for the slaughter of a warrior, not to mention his kin which now most likely hated him..... Can't very well trot back to the Clans, now can I? he thought, smirking at the thought. Ignoring the hostile stares of some cats, Steppingstone slid into Scarface's group with ease, his steps faster then they had been for days.
Rose leaped from the bus, not looking back as her group jumped down behind her. Red fur now gleaming bright red in the faint sunlight, her sharp amber eyes picked out each group setting out. Spotting a newcomer in Scarface's group, she let out a slight hiss. Not already! she thought, eyes narrowing. "Come on!" she suddenly meowed, taking off at a run toward the Sunnywood Grove. The she-cat knew she would have to perform well at this task, or her rank as second would be terminated.
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Post by Torn on May 24, 2008 11:59:02 GMT -8
White sat in the bus, head lowered and shoulders hunched. Her skeletal form was motionless as she stared at the mouldy, stained and ripped fabric that covered some of the seats. On others, they'd been completely shredded. Picking out the atrifical stuffing, little piece by little piece, her eyes stared at nothing. The pale she-cat didn't even react to the jeers of other cats that skulked up and down the BloodGang camp, their hungry eyes ready for any cat that was weak. But White didn't respond to any cat right now. Even Treepaw. Her mind was always whirring away as she hunted her small piece of prey, then ate half of it and chucked it away to the awaiting scavengers. If you stared deep, you'd see her buried in thought as she sat in the bus and did nothing at all, except mull over her situation.
Treepaw sat by her, looking round. He looked huge next to White, his muscles lean and his form well filled out while she was just wasting away. He didn't know what to do. The agreement to join BloodGang had come from his need to be with her. But it didn't seem worth it, since she barely did anything, let alone talk to him. At least he was free now. But the warm acceptance of his Clan was missed by the adolescent tom, even if he now had freedom to do what he liked, and be with the cat he loved.
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Post by L a m b on Jul 21, 2008 7:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by L a m b on Aug 7, 2008 19:11:48 GMT -8
In my self-righteous suicide, Fiver I cry, when angels deserve to die
What side will I choose the one of my kin or the wone of my friend Different hued pelt slunk silently in through the broken fence quietly, the young cat, made her way over to the bus, leaping inside, Different hued optics were strikingly struck with fear, she was here, now had anyone noticed her disspaearance, and if they did would Seth, break her? Or would she die...Quickly the she-cat covered up her fear, and filled it with anger, Seth wasn't here, he didn't know, there was no way..Stalking down the asile, an empty bus-seat caught her sight, and suddenly tiredness wept over the young-cat, as she leaped up and easily dozed off...Only to be awakened as the pads of another entered her audits...
And we are the ones that want to choose Scarface But you never want to lose
Crouched in waiting I will slay him Take this gang But its all lies
Ebonite and ivory hued bod' stalked in easily through the rusted gate, sun painted optic catching the slim bod of a young she-cat just slipping in to...Curoisty pricked, figuring she was a prisoner,but then why was she on her own...He hesitated a moment, and decided to bring it up with Seth later, tail flicked, the patrol scattered...Quickly paws corssed across the garbe, onto the empty trail that lead deep into the forest of rotted smells...And there in the empty sunlight, hidden in shadows, the bus glowed...Quietly like a silent death, he snaked through the muffler into the rotted floors...Mug parted and yowl bit the air..Calling fo rthe one and only Seth....Golden optic shifted and noticed the she-cat watching him with light emerald optics from a torn liquid blue seat...
Swimming through the void Cheetah We lose ourselves
Lost in doubt cause my secrets out..
Thy's ivory pelt drifted in easily after scarface...Thy's facade flecked a brillant rustic color, and ice painted opticsdrank in teh scene...Steps were at ease, it was obvouis that the she-cat had been here before...But she found her grandly painted fur pricking as they neared the bus...She'd never been this close, in fear that Seth was watching..Now though she took a stepclose to Scarface, and gently he brushed his bod' againtst her before, taking a step forward and snaking into the pipe...Optics flickered back to the one nown has Alley Hoping the she-cat would follow, and infact a pleading look was locked in the she-cat's optics...Begging Alley to follow...Before she shifted weight and leaped into the tunnel, and crawled her way through...
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Post by Silver on Aug 7, 2008 20:58:02 GMT -8
Alley padded hesitantly after Cheetah. No for the first time, she panicly wondered what she had gotten herself into. Ahead, the large 'bus' shimmered in the green-leaf heat, it's shattered windows and crowfood stench promising only the worst. Angry hisses echoed around in the air, and Alley finally realized how large BloodGang was. Some cats eyed her warily as she followed Scarface and Cheetah, their ribs jutting out from their filthy skin. Horror was creeping into every part of her, and she srambled toward Cheetah, the only cat she even partially trusted. "Wha... what n-now?" she stuttered, creeping close to her only protection. Did Cheetah even count as protection? Would she defend her if nessacary? Alley's eyes darted around, trying to take everything in at once.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 9, 2008 11:41:34 GMT -8
I try not to see the evil side of our world. ~Ginger~ But it is always there... waiting.
Ginger padded close to Martin's side as they were led deeper into the Rubbish-Forest. Her ears hugged the sides of her head as her eyes became two amber spheres. Her dainty white paws felt raw and gummy against the sharp rubbish, but she ducked her face and didn't dare to utter a sound. Her heart pounded in her ears, making her blood roar and burn. She glanced at the cats urging them onward, wondering if they could scent her fear. She hoped not. She had to be brave. I hope Mimi's safe! I hope she got to Copperfur in time.
They rounded a bend and a clearing opened up ahead of them. Ginger gasped. Many cats were poised in the clearing, chewing on bones or wrestling with one another. Some, she noticed, looked scared like her. Many were thin but had lean muscles and sharp claws. The entire place smelled of crowfood, and leftover, uneaten prey remains were scattered around the edges of the clearing. Her sunshine eyes rested upon a large bus with tarnished yellow paint. Atop the bus was a tom. His scarlet eyes were narrowed and his features displeased. Beside him sat a she-cat with unusually red fur. The way the two carried their shoulders and let orders ring from their throats made Ginger feel as if she wanted to bury her head in the dirt. What had she gotten herself into?!
They continued to the base of the bus, and Ginger could make out the words of the tom as he spoke to seven other cats: "Do you have any idea what a loss this is to BloodGang!? Match, Shell, AND Pantheress! You have shown dishonor in your assignment! All I asked is for you to bring me three cats: THREE! And now you tell me they went into Clan territory!" "We tried our best, Seth," one of the cats whispered. "We are sorry." Seth snorted. "This situation has gotten out of control! Rose," he turned to the she-cat beside him. "We need to increase our battle training. Those who do not train are not to be fed until they do! And as for you," he spat at the seven other cats. "You had better hope you do not fail me in your next asignment!"
Ginger felt numb horror creeping up her legs. She tried to swallow but there was a knot in her throat and she had forgotten how to breath. She trembled and pressed her fur against Martin's. The seven cats disappeared back down into the bus. Seth sprang from the top of the bus to the ground, landing effortlessly upon his paws and padding toward the tom who had captured them. He smirked, glancing toward Ginger who ducked behind Martin. "Good work, Ridge," he purred. "It seems as if not everyone has failed me. You, Rose, and Scarface have done well!"
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Post by L a m b on Aug 10, 2008 18:18:55 GMT -8
Fighting the lie Fiver that giving up is the way
Feeling it crash down Stumbling, and tripping under it's weight
Fiver's brillant hued optics flickered momentarily onto the cat's that bloodgang had rounded up, momentarily lingering on one of the she-cats, hiding behind Scarface's hariless bod'...Alley...Tiredly the young she-cat started to pull her different painted bod' from the rotted chair in which Scarface usually sat, but exhaustion, and knowning that the strange one-eyed cat had seen her stalking in trhough a hole in the fence made her stop and fall back onto the chair, there'd be he// to pay if she didn't figure out a way to get around it....Audits flickered up as Seth's graveled lyrics twisted through them...Tiredly optics close, she was confused has why Seth hadn't just killed her..she wasn't the best fighter, or the faster...And her barely knew of the trickery she could pull, so why hadn't he just killed her?One opened up, a idea on how to get out of what surely Scarface was about to say...Green lighted optics filled with pain, agony lacing through them...acting...Time to play...
they pumped out your guts Scarface Kicked it over and ran
My freind My enemy none really matter to me
His furles head bowed, as he listened to Seth's enrraged lyrics...Before it raised, being praised, shocker...Mug parted and rusted lyrics spliced the rotted air... "Seth a Word?!" not really a question more of a demand...Audits had pressed so low to his grandly pointed skull, it seemed has if they were no more then skin themselves...Sun striked optic glowed of enraged fury, a typical look for the tom...Not only did this involve what he'd witnessed, but also Cheetah...Rat-like tail flicked, for The ivory laden she-cat to follow but had a distance...Claws continously sheathed and unsheathed as the hairless brute waited for the answere from crimson-eyed Seth...Sittinhg in his usul hunched over postion, one optic constantly darting from Seth to the calico she-cat....Not even really knowning or name, or had it been mentioned before?...Shrugg came in his mind, not knowing...As he waited...
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 13, 2008 15:46:52 GMT -8
I like it when you suffer. ~Seth~ It makes me feel not so alone.
'Seth, a word?'
Seth turned his cerise gaze to Scarface, his curled muzzle straightening back into a line. He had been angered by the loss of three cats who would've proven valuable allies. Now they were nothing but threatening enemies. Scarface had done well rounding up cats from the Abandoned Barn. Seth pricked up his stony-colored ears and listened with mild regard. "Yes?"
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Post by L a m b on Aug 13, 2008 17:56:10 GMT -8
Feels like my insides are on fire Scarface Cause they'll find a way to make you feel discarded
And as you can see I;ll be willing to turn my back on thee..
...Yes... Sun painted optic flickered in Seth's direction then towards The small calico she-cats Direcction....Lyrics lowered, rustic tone, making more then one she-cat's heart stop....Dear, Cheetah, FOresaken Fiver...Each for different reasons...Skull was held at the strangle angle in which he used, in his power... "It's come to my attention that little calico over there, was outside of the dump..." Little calico, at these words his ivory, unfurred paw, was pointed at Fiver...Pause was given, momentarily has optic trained on the different painted she-cat, before turning back to Seth... "Entering through the side of the fence, that is closest to Clan territory..." He'd finished what he'd had to say...Seth's reaction wether to beleaive, or disregard would come now...
Is it any wonder why I'm scared Fiver I don't know if this cage can hold me any longer
Acting pretending everythings all right Pretending I can win this fight
Lyrics singed the young she-cats audits...He knew, it was clear, he knew...Or atleast Scarface assumed he knew what She'd been up too..Accting, the thing the young cat was good at, but Seth knew how she could act...Did he know enough to see this was an act...Or not...Grass-painted optics blinked open, pain locking them...Act...VCrimson blood stained her bod' drying now, the scars they did hurt, but not as much as she was acting..Pretty much falling out of the chair, Fiver limped over to Seth...Every inch of her bod 'screaming in pain'... My dear Seth how much do you know Do you know
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Post by Silver on Aug 15, 2008 19:29:40 GMT -8
Alley stayed huddled behind Cheetah, trying to look as much like a scared captive as she could. It wasn't that hard, though. Alley was scared out of her wits. A tom was barking out orders from atop the bus, while a strange red she-cat stood beside him. Just seeing them made blood pound in her ears, drowning out their words. Scarface practically barked up at them, before the tom finally turned his head. So that is the famous Seth, she thought, daring to get a good look at him. He seemed no differnt from any other cat, had it not been for the steely glint in his eyes. That alone made her freeze, unable to look away. Seth mentioned something again, and she tore her gaze away from him to glance at the she-cat Scarface indicated. So what if she had come in through a certin entrance? It didn't mean anything did it?
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 21, 2008 14:29:22 GMT -8
I know your secrets. ~Seth~ Yet you do not know mine.
'It's come to my attention that little calico over there, was outside of the dump... entering through the side of the fence, that is closest to Clan territory...'
Seth clamped his jaws and narrowed his scarlet views. He considered the meaning, twitching his whiskers as he found a trace of fear and anxiety toward Scarface's words beneath Fiver's pupils. A smirk twisted itself between Scarface's mug, distorting his wrinkled skin. A grin spread Seth's whiskers. He found the young she-cat... compelling. Now, he liked to see her suffer. He stood and ambled in a circle around Fiver's perched figure. His tail oscillated like a fur-coated whip. He came to stand just in-front of Fiver. He let his accusing gaze burn down into her insides as he raised his chin and looked down at the she-cat.
"It would appear," Seth purred with relish, a displeased tone biting at the tip of his sound waves. "From Scarface's words that you have been doing things without my regard, Fiver. I did not tell you to go into Clan territory, if that's where you've been all afternoon. Which means you have left on your own accord... or someone else's?" Seth let his eyes wander over to Steppingstone. "Which would be a shame. For cats who betray me also put their kin in danger. And I'm sure you wouldn't want your beloved father slaughtered for his daughter's foolish mistakes, now would you?"
Seth stepped closer so that he could carry his breath into Fiver's ear alone. "Stay loyal to BloodGang, Fiver, and you will live the life of a god. But betray me now, and you and your father will have the same fate as the cats who resist me... when the time comes..." Seth stepped back, a fire dancing in his crimson malevolence. A smirk twined itself onto his face. His black-tipped tail rested upon Fiver's shoulder. "Well, what do you have to say, my dear?"
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Post by L a m b on Aug 22, 2008 20:24:43 GMT -8
I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared But no one would listen, 'cause no one else cared After my dreaming, I woke with this fear What am I leaving when I'm done here? So if you're asking me, I want you to know When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest, don't be afraid I've taken my beating, I've shared what I made I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through I've never been perfect, but neither have you So if you're asking me, I want you to know When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest Forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself I can't be who you are When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest Forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself I can't be who you are
Fiver
Dear child When it is all over You'll know but until then don't hang your head in deafeat
The act, no reason to hold it, he'd seen through it..Easily bod' shifted so she was sitting, tail curled easily over small pads, Light grass painted optics sparkled of one that knew, knew some and yet none.His deeply painted bod' circled her light-hued one, his large pads placing themselves easyily across the rotted earth, as if floating. He thought he knew what she'd been up to, thought...Finally his steps slowed, 'til he no longer moved, his crimson gaze trying to reach her's..Though tryng not to look it was hard, and finally she gave him, gaze flicking up to his, feeling fear that no one else could sense take hold of herself. His lyrics enticed her audits, witch had faded to being pinned down to her orange colored skull. Mug parted, almost revealing where she'd been, but it clamped shut, skull lifted and optics, still attempting to shy from hsi gaze locked onto his blood tinted ones..Mug now parted, has last lyrics spoke... "leave Steppingstone out of this. AND SETH, perhaps I was in Clan territory..Perhaps not, Dear Seth, you'll never really know will you? My friend, such a dear friend by the way..I'm loyal to you! WHY WOULDN'T I BE!!!!!! BUT THEN AGAIN YOU DON'T KNOW THAT DO YOU!!!YOU KNOW NOTHING" Lyrics that had been soft, raised, until the young cat was screaming at Seth, who could easily kill her, but before he did...He'd torture her..But never would he get what he wanted...Claws flexed, and mug drew apart, knowing she'd never beat him if it came to a fight...
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 22, 2008 21:10:37 GMT -8
You'll never know, will you? ~Seth~ Alone, you cannot win.
'Leave Steppingstone out of this. AND SETH, perhaps I was in Clan territory..Perhaps not, Dear Seth, you'll never really know will you? My friend, such a dear friend by the way..I'm loyal to you! WHY WOULDN'T I BE!!!!!! BUT THEN AGAIN YOU DON'T KNOW THAT DO YOU!!!YOU KNOW NOTHING'
The young she-cat's voice rose from a whisper to a scream in only a matter of moments. Seth sat, unnerved by her change of tone, his face twisted with a sickening smirk. As soon as her last word cut through the air, a silence blanketed the clearing like a cold pelt of snow. All eyes burned to Seth, anxiety rising from the fur of many cats in waves. What would he do now? Kill the she-cat? Punish her? Keep his word and endanger her father? For many agonizing seconds more, Seth sat motionless with a smirk upon his right cheek, spreading his ivory whiskers wide. Then he threw back his head, and laughed. His reaction barely eased tension in the clearing, perhaps even making it worse. When he finished, Seth lowered his head with a large, humored grin brimming his cheeks. "My dear," he chuckled, speaking slowly as if enjoying the warm blood of a fresh piece of kill. "You have told me all I need to know in those few sentences. Why would you be so desperate and willing to forfeit your pride if you had not been doing something dishonest? I know everything my dear. Everything. I have told enough lies in my time to learn how to spot them, I assure you. And my trust for you was thin enough, what with your recent frolic with dear Pantheress, Match, and Shell. You should have kept your mood under control, young one. Perhaps then you may have fooled me."
Seth's grin took only seconds to drop back into a displeased expression. He twitched the tip of his tail to bring forward three BloodGang cats. "You'd better make sure Fiver does not leave camp until she has earned my trust," he ordered simply, his tone now bored. "And keep Steppingstone under supervision at all times. It's not that I don't trust him, but I want to be ready to draw blood if Fiver defies me again." Seth winked at Fiver as the three stepped forward to lead her into the bus. He then turned his gaze to the moon, creeping up into the sky as the indigo ink bled into the sunset of red and pink. He stared at the moon, noticing the slightest change in the moon's light. He smiled again. A quarter moon. Just a quarter moon until the moon bleeds and the time comes...
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Post by L a m b on Aug 23, 2008 11:36:35 GMT -8
Dead I fall asleep Fiver Wake me up Im living a nightmare
Taking Falling rising slipping losing and yet still winning
Optics locked onto Seth, waiting for his judgement that never mattered, only to these flea ridden cats who couldn't think for themselves. His laugh chilled her young bod', but once again it was hidden, but has his lyrics spilled the air, mug parted, ivories flashed for a moment, before lyrics came.. "Dear Seth you know nothing, I was not with the cats, that escaped your clutches, Dear SSeth I waas after a cat, Perhaps one you know? Whispers in the Dark, a mountain cat.." Simple enough wasn't it? Muscles bunched together, wanting to wipe the insane grin off his facade.. Only to have three felines press againtst her...Anger enveloped her, she'd always had a temper prolem if Seth knew so much, How did he not know that? Claws still abrred swiped at one of the cats, who flinched, but to scared of Seth to leave..Before claws themselves were ripped into the ground, refusing to go to the bus, She stood in front of Seth, feeling the bod' of the cat infront of her strainging hard, and herself sturggling to stay upright..Mug parted again and this time lyrics, held for a moment, darkening the clearing grasping the cats there in more fear, then they were in already... "Seth you are such a foolish creature, You know that? If you weren't you would've already taken the forest..." Growl rumbled through her throat, at him, before she finally turned and willingly walked to the bus, Knowning she could easily slip away, but not until tonight...Though as she passed the she-cat, who she beleaived was ALley, Optics flicked over, giving her a look stating they need to talk..Wether the cat liked it or not.. Match..Alley...Alley need to get out of here..But how...
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Post by Silver on Aug 23, 2008 11:55:00 GMT -8
Alley watched the scene in fear, but it also gave her hope. These cat's were not loyal to Seth; they only stayed out of fear. If push came to shove, would these cats really back Seth up? Alley watched Seth walk away, a small hope kindling inside her, while most cats watched him hesitantly. Alley slowly walked up to Scarface. "Was that necessary?" she hissed at him. She didn't wait for an answer; instead, she padded ahead, unsure of what to do now. The she-cat that had been arguing with Seth passed her, seemingly annoyed and angry. Alley almost flinched when the cat's optics passed over to her, but was surprised not to find them hostile. Instead, they almost seem to recognize her, asking for her attention later. This cat wanted to talk? With her? Though she admired the cat for standing up to Seth, she didn't know the she-cat. How could she trust her? But Alley felt their was no choice. Carefully, she followed 'Fiver' as Seth called her, glancing around every few paw-steps.
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