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Post by Måø§† on Jul 4, 2008 10:40:39 GMT -8
You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well, you know We all want to change the world But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out Don't you know it's gonna be all right all right, all right
The slim reflection of Bandit's silver tabby fur shifted it's position uneasily, icy blue eyes deep in thought. This young Fiver would join The Resistance? And yet, as easy as the decision should be - due to the lack of cats now in it - was one of the handsome toms hardest. Could he trust this she-cat? Was the Resistance worth risking, could this cat pick a side and stay in its honor? Could she be held to her word?
The answer was yes.
Rough voice young still, Bandit took a step towards the she-cat, "Fiver," he paused, "If what you say is true, and you will never break your vow of loyalty to this act of withstanding, you may help. But if you double-side us, and believe me, we will know, than we will be forced to hold you captive," harsher punishments could have been threatened, but murder was least wanted in Bandit's acute mind. He would believe Fiver would not reject until there was proof, until it was done. Ears pricked in apprehension, the savvy tom drowned the finally waken Match's prattling to low and waited only for Fiver's lips to spill her decision.
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Post by L a m b on Jul 4, 2008 19:10:34 GMT -8
just another lost soulFiverWho had been rendered unwhole As a little child, She was taken And then forsakenI lay beneath the lies The threats the fear Nothing but a hollow shell that is losing touch to the world to my soul.. A small smile played over Fiver's mug as Match finally stood, before it faded once more..Audits flicked to listen to match, his weight pressured against her. A hollow feeling twisted through Fiver..Pain..that was how she felt now..Optics ran blank, now as she looked over to the one that she presumed was Bandit. Claws flexed as he took a step to wards her, before her mind screamed...Skull that had been lowered momentarily lifted to match the brute's Icelandic optics, her owned glowed..Yet were unreadable..Audits now flickered forward, drawing in his lyrics.. If what you say is true, and you will never break your vow of loyalty to this act of withstanding, you may help. But if you double-side us, and believe me, we will know, than we will be forced to hold you captiveA harsh laugh escaped the mug of the young calico painted she-cat..ivories sharp, daggered..In her mug gleamed for a moment, before she answered the tom.. "My dear friend if I crossed you I'm good as dead now aren't I? If the cursed cat Known as Seth, figured out that I was even breathing near you, I'd lose a lot more then Freedom... "Lyrics light, with a hint of insanity twisted to them trailed away.. Knowing what would happen if the mouse-brained cat that looked like a rat, The crimson colored she-cat, The dark colored striped tom, or The ever feared Seth, found out what she'd done...Goodbye life.. Not realizing her optics had closed, they flicked open..Hatred had replaced that blank look, Hatred that burned deep down in her, for all the stupidity she'd endured, all the things she caused.. "I shan't break my vow, and if I every did let me be Slain.."Voice was steady, never faltering. the look of anger and Hatred grew ever stronger..Crimson hued blood stilled lolled from her mug from Match, and Seth...The cat before them, was broken, beaten, stupid, souless..and Loyal.. No longer living Inside the fire. Disturbed..
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Post by Måø§† on Jul 5, 2008 14:44:51 GMT -8
I want to run away... never say goodbye... I want to know the truth, and wondering why I want to know the answers, no more lies I want to close this door and open up my mind
Above him, the sun had risen in the sky. No longer morning, the golden light seeped through what cracks it could, the stone hollow now beginning to illuminate in sheer light, reflecting off the intense glare of the cat before Bandit.
‘I shan't break my vow, and if I every did let me be Slain..’
Although she agreed, strongly, that she would be part of The Resistance, it would only be time that would help Bandit trust the young she-cat. Voice rough, Bandit nodded solemnely, “Very well, you will stay in our company and fight alongside us. But you must listen and obey any command given by either Pantheress or myself. If we find you are taking a post as too much of an authoritative figure, we will have to rework your status. We thank you,” he casted a quick glance around the hollow, catching each concious cats gaze momentarily, “and hope that you find yourself have joined the side most loyal to yourself,” with that, Bandit turned towards Match.
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Fala, gaze set only on Damien crouched stone-still beneath a young gathering of ferns. Guilt seemed to seep from her like a stream, it was her fault he had been hurt so horribly. Why had she chosen to abandon him? And just for a moment, the doubt and anger that had questioned his loyalty to her side was forgotten. She could have worked with him, the rage that had erupted at the gathering of Clan cats could have been controlled. But something that strong seemed impossible to tame, and now he was hurt. And Fala already knew how, he had set out to do one thing from leaving their tribe. He had sought out to kill Seth, but why had he been oblivious, Seth couldn’t have even meant to kill him; if Seth’s ambition was to kill Damien, Damien would not have been alive.
As yet another cat was recruited to this group, Fala moved around the clearing, closer to her previous friend. A scarlet stream seemed to race off his fur, creating a small pool to his side. Pantheress had left for herbs, her scent still strong as Fala wound herself between tree trunks. Now only fox-lengths away, the shock that had gripped her mind now numbed her. Was there still chance of him healing, would he live at all?
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Post by Silver on Jul 5, 2008 20:31:20 GMT -8
Match smiled warily. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. Maybe, just maybe, they actually had a chance. As Match leaned against Fiver, something suddenly became very clear to him. He couldn't go home. Not now, not possibly ever. He had nurtured a new life here; he couldn't let that go. He had seen to many faces, experienced so much here. Even though Fiver had tried to kill and betrayed him, he still held her as much of a friend in his eyes as Alley. Mimi, the stranger he had protected, was his friend too. Pantheress, Bandit, Slvana... with this 'Resistance,' he would grow closer to them all. No, Match's life was here now. Even if he found Alley, this was were he belonged. Among friends. He nodded at Bandit, feeling just a little stronger inside. As he gaze wondered around the cats, movements around the edge of the clearing made him stiffen. The cat he had scented earlier was creeping closer to the bloody cat. A growl rose in his throat, but he shoved it down. Instead, he meowed, "So who's he? Are we helping him or not?" he mewed, indicating the bloody tom.
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Post by Torn on Jul 9, 2008 13:10:36 GMT -8
Mimi wandered through Echoclan territory, keeping an eye out for the rogue a patrol said they'd spotted earlier. She was still getting familiar with all of the landmarks in the territory, but she could make her way back to the camp alright. Just past that big old tree... then that pile of logs... then that odd rock in the ground. Then just follow the sound of the waterfall.
She scented the air, and was surprised to realise that she could smell other Clan territories. She must be near a border, or something. Padding forward, she marvelled at the beautiful sky and the waving leaves in the sky above. A sound came from her right. A voice? She scented in deep, drawing in many odd smells on loners. Wait...
Match? Fiver? Pantheress?
I've found them! They're here. But who are the others?
Then, she remembered what they'd said. Leave here, be safe. Maybe its because they don't think I'm up to it? Too young. I am only six moons. But I might be able to deliver messages and stuff. I CAN help. I will.
She padded cautiously towards the sounds and scents, then peered through some bushes. The faded scent of all different Clans lay underneath, but these cat's fresher smells wafted around. Smiling, she realised how much better her sense of smell was now that she had got away from the two-leg nest.
She lingered behind a tree, looking out at them. A tom stood in the middle. She couldn't quite make out his words, but he smelt a bit like another of the Clans, though not that strongly, and looked quite young. Pantheress was there along with Match, Fiver too.
But will they want me? Am I really too young?
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Post by Silver on Jul 13, 2008 11:23:23 GMT -8
Match was alerted as yet another cat joined them. His head snapped in the diretion of the noise, and pain bit at him. But he hardly noticed it when he noticed the cat hovering at the edge of the clearing. "Mimi! You're alive!" he purred, finally regaining his voice. He pushed away from Fiver, and tried to run toward Mimi. However, pain grasp him, making his legs cripple beneath him. He collapsed with a cry of pain, twitching on the ground. After a few deep breaths, he look up again. "Erm... hello Mimi. Nice to see you again," he meowed shakily. It irritated him so badly that he was the worst injured of everyone in the clearing. He hadn't even fought with Seth and his group! Again, he tried struggling to his paws, but fell again with a growl.
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Post by L a m b on Jul 13, 2008 20:56:54 GMT -8
To remind myself howFiverI kept everything insideEndlessly forced to walk the path of evil but I wouldn't have it any other way.. The sound of soft steps, rang through the perked audits of Fiver. Skull swung around. Tail bristled and claws still etched out across the ground, ready to spring..But it was mimi..Fiver's calico hued bod' was visibly relaxed, before being shoved aside by Match, stumbling to the ground, she muttered to herself, Certaintly Feeling Better isn't heRaising her wounded bod' from the ground, Darkened optics locked on Match, as he fell to the ground, despite herself, a smile flickered over her maw, before the usual frown took it's place..And She looked back at Bandit.. "I must go, If I stay any longer everyone is at risk..I'll try to find you when ever I find anything that will help.But before I go..I suggest you Stay away from the bus.."Lyrics were cold, and calculated to not stray onto the things that were twisting in her mind..Skull dipped towards Bandit, Before glaring at Shell, and turning with a faltering step, the young she-cat, slunk into shadows, only to come across A scent that encircled the clearing..Cat..Alarm raced through her, pads shifting, as she silently, moved across the forest floor, Optics searching for the cat, Nothing, she sniffed again, the cat was near..Glaring harder into the bushes A sligt shape, seemed to form in the shadows, not a bloodgang cat, but certaintly a strang eone, silently, she snaked forward, only to Have her Tail Brush aaintst a leaf that scent a mouse scattering away..Pads shifting, the young cat flew at the strange one in the bushes...
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Post by Torn on Jul 13, 2008 23:29:46 GMT -8
(Whos the strange one? If its Shell ((which i wrote this morning so i doubt it...)) then forget the last bit. And sorry its short, I gotta go to school...) Mimi smiled as Match came over, her young face alive. She waved her tail enthusiastically at him. Her features fell and her eyes widened as she spotted his injuries.
"Match! I'm so glad I found you." She purred. "But what happened? Those wounds look horrible," she sniffed the air and smelt the scent of his blood. She smelt the scent of another cat. A loner...
Wait. Theres two?
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Post by L a m b on Jul 14, 2008 9:10:29 GMT -8
(It's Fala)
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Post by Silver on Jul 14, 2008 19:03:06 GMT -8
"Fiver! Wait..." Match called, struggling to his paws again. Too late, Fiver disappeared into the bushes. With an annoyed sigh, he turned to Mimi. "These? There nothing really... I hate to admit it, but Fiver really beat me up here," he muttered. Maybe he'd be twice as good if he hadn't reopened them by running. "I'm fine really..." Match was distracted by a rustle, and he turned to glimpse Fiver's ivory-hued bod' slinking behind the stranger. Quickly, he turned back to Bandit. "This is my friend Mimi. She is a former kitty-pet," he informed the new leader hastily. "We can trust her. Pantheress, are we going to help that guy or not?" He asked irritably. He shuffled over slowly, getting a better view of the loner.
(GAH!! Evil stupid posts >>)
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Post by Torn on Jul 14, 2008 23:41:59 GMT -8
(Oh right. Oopsehs) Mimi stared at her as Fiver disappeared into the bushes, then nodded at Match. She still had a few scratches from when Fiver had fought her a few days ago, but they were fading now. The medicine cat in Echoclan had put some smelly stuff on them. She flashed a smile at him, then looked over at the leader. She dipped her head respectfully, like she'd seen cats do to the leader in the Clan. She sidled off after Match. "We can trust her. Pantheress, are we going to help that guy or not?" She was warmed at the first part, but ut didn't last long as she turned to look at the injured figure. She followed Match so as to get a better view. Was he part of the Resistance?
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Shell padded forward, scenting around. She was tired by now, and wanted to find those cats she'd scented earlier. Desparately, she ran round in circles and yowled in frustration. Then she heard voices apart from hers. She walked forward, then crouched behind a tree and watched them. All loners, but together? Quite a few of them aswell. Are they who I'm looking for?
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Post by Måø§† on Jul 15, 2008 11:50:59 GMT -8
Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It's too high! Come to the edge! And they came, and he pushed, and they flew.
- Christopher Logue Ears pricked to hear every portion of the many cats conversations, Fala stayed crouched, restraining her tail from lashing in every direction. The anticipation grasped here, squeezing her until she was sure the long adder-like emotion was visible. But although not visible, it seemed to be sensed.
Fala watched as a young Fiver pounced unexpectedly in Fala's direction. Although no longer part of the Tribe of the Soaring Eagles, the tingling that overcame her within fights washed over her tense body. But at that moment the undergrowth seemed to be on Fiver's side, stifling her from the she-cat flying towards her. Its long stems seemed to entangle her, catching her hind paws within its selfish grip, turning against the cat they had once been so keen to keep hidden. With a yowl of disapproval, Fala swiveled around as the young cat landed not inches away from her. A hiss of annoyance and stubbornness fell from her lips, but she would fight for Damien, even if he would not for her. You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back. -- Barbara De Angelis
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Post by Torn on Jul 16, 2008 8:07:10 GMT -8
Shell heard hisses and yowls from the clearing and rushed forward. Had BloodGang reached these cats, even in the depths of Clan Territory? She hoped not. Anyway, the smell of the rank junkyard hadn't yet reached here; it smelt of prey, trees and loners, which meant that the cats of BloodGang weren't here yet.
She stepped forward, the hissing getting much louder. As she stepped through the bushes, she was surprised to come face to face with two cats, hissing at each other, both loners and probably part of the resistance. Taking a step back, she stared at the two. Neither seemed to notice her in their conflict.
If they're fighting already, are they really the right cats?
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Mimi stared as Fiver leapt at a she-cat in the bushes. Her immediate reaction was to leap at them, but she stopped. Was the cat dangerous? Did she deserve to be attacked?
Taking a few more steps forward, she stared as Fiver nearly landed on top of the loner. Her heart raced with the sudden adrenalin of the fight, and she wanted to go and help.
"Fiver!" She called. "Who is it?" She turned to Match, her eyes questioning. Suddenly, beneath the smell of many other loners, she smelt a new scent. Looking towards the fight, she saw a tabby pelt pushing through the grass behind them. The new she-cat stopped and stared at the two as the pair hissed, only mouse-lengths apart.
And... whos she?!
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Post by L a m b on Jul 16, 2008 8:08:05 GMT -8
Tension is building insideScarfaceSteadilyIn silence It waits In light it Watches from the shadows In the dark how will you ever know Paw landed heavily on the ground, a strange scent erupted from this cat...the rumored mountain cats..Grass-hued optics, narrowed to slits, mg parted and dark-felt lyrics twisted into the cool air. "'Ello Kitty. May I ask, why your here."Ivories glimmered in the dapped ligght, this is what she lived for. Naress flared, Audits nw removed from their perked postion, to the more normal, pinned to the skull postion. Fiver's optics were eimed ata the cats, pillars, but she was turly aiming, for the head..The young cat flew forward claws aimed at the skull, to deliver a hard blow....
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Post by Torn on Jul 16, 2008 8:25:51 GMT -8
Mimi was riveted as Fiver shot a blow at her opponent. The cat behind her was still staring at the two, the strange smelling cat had yet to make another move. The tri-colored she-cat had attacked the newcomer without asking questions...
Unless she already knew who the cat was and it really wasn't welcome here, then she had a reason, but if not? It was hard to deal with the unfairness of it. Mimi glared at Fiver, then turned her attention to the new cat in the bushes. She was edging away from the battle and towards the rest of the cats, her tabby pelt was flat... she looked curious, but not aggressive.
Is she a future member of the resistance?
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Shell slinked away from the bristling twosome, until she was stood in the middle of the clearing. She looked around at the loners all stood in the clearing, some of whom were looking, some looking at injured cats and some still staring at the feud between the two. Feeling her pelt burn, she looked round with raised eyebrows at the cat, inquisitive to learn more about these cats. She crept over to a scarred, young tom standing next to a small cream she-cat, six moons or so. "Um... hi. I'm Shell." She introduced herself, looking between the two. Both were so young... she could barely beleive that BloodGang was taking away these two youngsters youths.
After all, its only one time in your life. And they're ripping it away...
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