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Post by Silver on Jul 16, 2008 11:59:54 GMT -8
Match froze as Fiver leaped upon the new-comer. At first, he wanted to leap after Fiver, but yet another cat joined there rankes. Match slunk forward slowly, eyeing the tortishell she-cat. Carefully, he sniffed the she-cats fur. At first, he was just curious, but then there was something about it... a faded scent that caught his attention. "Shell, you say? Where did you come from?" he asked. Maybe, just maybe, he was imagining Alley's faded scent on her fur.
(HOLY CRUDDIDLE!! XPP My post have been soooo sucky lately >.<)
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Post by Torn on Jul 17, 2008 10:43:57 GMT -8
(Cruddidle?! You should look at mine more often. Make yourself feel good.)
Shell stood stock still as the tom smelt over her coat. He seemed to be looking for something, as if he wasn't sure it was there. Subconsciously, she checked the fur covering her back, but it was no different than before. He pulled away and surveyed her. Raising an eyebrow, she nodded. "Thats me, Shell. I uh... came from the barn. You know, the loners one at the edge of the forest. BloodGang attacked us. I... I got away, but I don't know what happened to the others, Blaze and Alley. Two other loners... we were out-numbered by them." Her eyes were wide as she stared at the tom and the little she-cat. The faded sounds of the battle filled the air, background noise. Unnoticable now, so that the young tabby's silence filled the air like static.
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Mimi looked up at the she-cat, head tilted slightly as she searched the new cat. Match looked curious... did he smell something Mimi didn't? She scented deeply, but smelt nothing except other loners and the smells of the forest. Frowning in confusion, she shook her fur, sniffing at the drizzle that was beggining to fall.
As if the forest is mourning for the condemned too...
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Post by Måø§† on Jul 17, 2008 17:36:46 GMT -8
It takes only a day to know someone...
Bandit turned slowly towards the tabby she-cat who stood staring at him. Tail finding life of it's own, it seemed to flick in annoyance towards himself. If only he could have created this earlier, when Bloodgang had been less of a threat, maybe the helpless cats held hostage could be with them, now, instead of against them. His anger seemed to isolate him for a brief amount of times, staring at the she-cat before him he let her words soak in.
"I do not know where your friends are, I'm sorry. We is The Resistance," he paused, "against Bloodgang. Although if you join our ranks, I will not pressure you to, we may be able to find them. There is a great change they may already have been captured by Bloodgang though."
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Fala bared her teeth at the young calico, did this cat have any sense at all? She was young and although she believed herself to be older she was not. A more mature cat would never attack someone without knowing why they were there. Fala was not intruding, and could see Fiver's temper could easily build up inside of her. If she could finish this without shedding any blood she would.
Batting at Fiver's exposed belly, Fala sheathed her claws, hoping the young cat before her would still believe them unsheathed, although her hopes were not up. This cat, although jubilant and not yet old in reason, was smart.
But a lifetime to forget someone.
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Post by L a m b on Jul 17, 2008 18:06:14 GMT -8
Take everything from the insideFiverand throw it all awayWho will the dark one choose loyalty to friends or Loyalty to kin.. Obvious choice is it not? And yet.. Ignoring the words of the other's..And trying to grasp onto the small thought in the back of her skull, but finding it hard.. There's no reason to be attacking this cat Oh, but there is.. What is it then.. Your Love of Fighting..searing plain riveted through, her....Mug parted again, and a growl that was somewhat of a roar for a cat, fixed itself into the air.. Facts were facts, she was young, she was stupid, foolish, not as strong as the older cats, and not has fast...but perhaps, something else..Mind tricks,yes..Would that work here, no...You got your mouse-brain-self into this..Now get out of this..This is why no one listens to you, believes you.. Fiver reared up despite the pain, and struck out at the cat again....STOP...Fiver blinked her darkened optics as she landed back on to the ground, then with an embarrassed look, her skull flickered to the cat... "I'm sorry"Lyrics were steady, and cold. But physically she was shaking violently, what the heck was wrong with her..she bowed her skull.. ..dang that was Suckish...
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Post by Silver on Jul 17, 2008 20:19:00 GMT -8
Match turned his skull to glance at Fiver, knowing he should be helping her fight, but something the Shell said caught his attention. "Alley?" he repeated. "As in like, Alley with green eyes, about ten moons by now? White chest and paws, black legs? Mostly brown?" he questioned. Match's wariness evaporated instantly, replaced by feirce joy. Alley was nearby! She was ok! Match was giddy with exciment until he remembered what else Shell had said. "BloodGang? BloodGang attacked you guys?" Oh no. No no no. Alley could fight BloodGang. She could hardly fight at all! Without a word, Match turned and began sprinting toward the loner's barn. At first, he stumbled, but he picked himself up, continuing his blind scramble. "Alley!! Alley!!" he screetched, his wounds going unnoticed.
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Post by Måø§† on Jul 18, 2008 12:27:53 GMT -8
“The men of experiment are like the ant; they only collect and use. But the bee . . . gathers its materials from the flowers of the garden and of the field, but transforms and digests it by a power of its own." -Leonardo da Vinci
Bandit slid in front of Match, blocking the juvenile tom in any hopes of escaping. Shaking his head, Bandit's young voice seemed unrecognizable to himself, it had been so long since he had lost held an authoritative figure, but here he was again, "Match, I advise you not to leave this clearing. Not only have your injuries barely recovered, but you risk fainting at any moment," casting a glance towards Pantheress, he went on, "Only seconds ago you were unconscious. You will stay here and rest until your injuries have healed enough for both Pantheress and I."
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Fala dodged Fiver's swing, but soon found her dive wasn't needed. Fiver had stopped herself, standing within the warm daylight. Head bowed and eyes filled with shame. Maybe there really was something about this cat, Fala bowed her head in response. Although this young cat was filled with hunger for a fight, something about her Fala admired. Maybe the way she was capable of realizing the real problem when she had only seconds ago been oblivious. Or maybe it was how this adolescent she-cat seemed almost more competent then her, Fala could not control what emotions stirred deep inside of her. A deep sigh heaved its way from her lips, rushing out what doubts were within her before.
Her melodic voice softened the atmosphere around her, "I," she stuttered, maybe the first time in her life, "It's Damien," she cast a caring glance towards the now scarlet immobile figure laying uncomfortably within the clearing, her longing glance held for seconds. She looked down, studying the ground as if it were the most interesting thing she had come upon that day.
"The smallest feline is a masterpiece." - Leonardo da Vinci
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Post by Torn on Jul 18, 2008 12:30:43 GMT -8
Raising her cobalt blue eyes to Bandit, she listened intently to his deep words. Not much to do with her. Lets move on. She looked back up at Match, as realisation dawned across his face. "As in like, Alley with green eyes, about ten moons by now? White chest and paws, black legs? Mostly brown?" Alley? So that was who he knew, and quite well by the sounds of it. What did she mean to him? A sister maybe? The young cream she-cat looked around, and saw that the fight had ended. Fiver was standing, cranium slanting downwards, shakes racking through her. "Is she okay?" Mimi whispered, to herself as much as anyone else. Fiver didn't look well. As she shuffled sideways slightly, she realised she was walking into Match. But as she looked up, he was gone. Instead of next to her, Match was tripping as he darted across the clearing, screeching. At first, she didn't understand his words. But she realised he was screaming for the mysterious Alley.
But... he can't go! BloodGang are there, however much he wants to get her he can't put himself in danger like that.
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Shell nodded to the tom.
"I do not know where your friends are, I'm sorry. We are The Resistance against Bloodgang. Although if you join our ranks, I will not pressure you to, we may be able to find them. There is a great change they may already have been captured by Bloodgang though."
There was sense in his words. Of course she wanted to find them, but she knew it wasn't possible. But, as she looked over at the young tom, he looked like it was. His paws were almost sliding out from underneath him in anticipation as he questioned her. She thought for a moment, remembering her friend. "Thats her." She said, but it was too late. He was already jumping away across the clearing. "Wait!" She called, not knowing his name yet. She turned to the small she-cat, who was running off after him, trying to catch him. The tabby stared after them, then rolled amber-green eyes.
Kits... don't they have any sense?
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Post by Silver on Jul 18, 2008 14:33:08 GMT -8
"I'm fine!" Match hissed, trying to get around the bigger tom. "And it's not like you can do anything about it. Your not my mother, or my father," he grumbled. He paused for a second, before racing off to the left. He barely glanced behind to make sure Fiver was ok before he turned his attention back to his sister. Alley could be hurt! BloodGang could even have captured her! he thought panicly. Shell seemed pretty well injured... and she probably knew how to basically defend herself. But Alley and himself were never taught to fight, or kill. Only how to live off the moor, where there was nothing to fight over in the first place. Sure, they swatted each other playfully, or nipped someone's tail, but none of Match's siblings had learned to fight. He had just gone with instincts when he fought with Fiver, and look how that turned out! "Alley!" he called again.
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Post by L a m b on Jul 18, 2008 17:02:59 GMT -8
FireFiverAll you desireIf you can never find what you truly want then when do you know to give up Audits Were lain flat, no longer perked, Bloodgang shouldn't come here, at least not yet..Something caught her aduits though, the cat..She spoke, of the blood spattered one..Frown was still drawn on her mug..But it parted, and lyrics..Simple..etched into the air.. "Wait here"The young cat turned and spun around, almost running into Match, what was he Wailing about..Slowing for a minute.. "Match, SHUT IT, You Mousebrain..Listen to me..If I see her at Bloodgang camp, I will keep her safe..And I'll figure out a way to let you know, how she is..Now shut up, or You'll Attract all the Clans, and Bloodgang...Seesh"Lyrics were spit through Gritted ivories, before she stalked past, tail gently ran over his skull.. At least there was a chance, this so called Alley was alive.. Before she turned to Bandit.. "Don't mean to interupt, but The cat over there, Apparantley, Knows him.."Tail flickered over to the she cat, then to the Blood covered cat, that lay half dead..
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Post by Silver on Jul 18, 2008 17:12:57 GMT -8
Match froze, one paw raised, ready to run again. He had almost forgotten that Fiver was in BloodGang. Very very slowly, he placed his paws back on the ground. "It's just... but she... fine," he sighed, flopping down at her paws. He really couldn't argue with Fiver's logic. But what if they killed her? Again, Fiver could tell him. With a groan, he buried his head between his paws. Now that he actually stopped running, it seemed everything was a steady throb of pain. He glanced up at Fiver, who seemed highly annoyed. "Did you have to beat me up here?" he grumbled, hoping she didn't hear. He didn't really blame her for anything; more he was annoyed with himself. He glanced at the loner, whom Fiver just mentioned. "Oh. So do you know what happened to your friend there? He looks half dead."
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Post by Måø§† on Jul 19, 2008 10:19:15 GMT -8
"What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. They are trifles, to be sure, but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable."
Fala hissed in annoyance. Fiver had sense, but that was one thing. Ordering her around was another. Skulking through the shadows within the clearing she made her way closer the Damien. Doubts began to fling themselves through her mind, she tried harder than ever to push them away. Glaring at the sleek silver tom, Fala flicked her tail from side to side impatiently.
Bandit turned to the she-cat before him. Her slim ebony coat catching the sunlight along her entire right side, giving her an angelic gleam. Her unusual green eyes seemed to dive through his own, tearing his eyes from hers he studied the motionless figure beside him, "You know this cat?"
Fala nodded, resting her muzzle gently on the bloody figure, "He was my companion all the way from the mountains, " she cast a glance at the white snow caps rising so far in the distance, "We left our tribe to help these Clan cats, unfortunately anger over-rid him during our introduction during a full moon and I left without him. I didn't mean for him to injure himself, but I believe he sought out Seth that same night," eyes heavy in shame she went on, "I was hoping he would realize how out of control he could be..."
Bandit listened as the beautiful she-cat trailed off, shame hidden in her every word. He could feel stares burning holes through his flank, at last he nodded. "I assume you need a place to stay?"
The black she-cat shook her head, "Just a place by a friend."
"You may stay here as long as you need..."
"I'll join, if that's what you're hinting at," Fala admitted, although impatient the warm melody of her voice soothed like a mothers milk. She had found a place here, wether she wanted it or not. Damien would not heal, or for that reason even live, if he was not treated with these cats. Until he grew back his strength this so called Resistance would be playing a large part within the forest.
A smile threatened to part Bandits lips, but he nodded in order to hide it.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. - Desiderata
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Post by Torn on Jul 19, 2008 11:50:00 GMT -8
(Erg... no muse at all. Sorry its terrible) Mimi peered at the loner lying on the floor. Scars crisscrossed his body, bright red. Stained patches of red mud lay around some of his body, no doubt a mix of the toms blood and the sandy earth on the floor. He was in a bad, bad way.
But beneath the wounds, comes a different scent. Aromas of mountains circle around, the message of strange lands is sent... _____________________________________________________________________
Shell watched the tom, as most of the others turned to look too. Shaking her head, she sighed and looked at the ground. BloodGang was taking over... wounding and plundering prisoners wherever they went. Killing her friends, murdering families, taking cat's lives thay can never be got back.
The monsters... pirates of the forest.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jul 19, 2008 18:29:04 GMT -8
We wear the mask That grins and lies. It hides our face, And shades our eyes. Ah, But let the world dream otherwise. We wear the mask!
Hidden corridors of ~Pantheress~ You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Pantheress returned with a harlequin array of herbs in her jaws. She padded cautiously back to the hollow. The disturbing melody of raised voices haunted her every step in return. Pausing among the rustling juniper, she watched the scene below with an expressionless, ghostly gaze. Another she-cat had entered the scene. By the smell of it, perhaps a comrade of the wounded tom who bore similar marking to the BloodGang leader. It began when Fiver made a foolish attack, and ended with the she-cat joining The Resistance as well. Pantheress was less trusting than Bandit. These tribe cats could be trouble. She stifled a deep growl as she trotted back down the hollow's side, careful to keep a distance from the small crowd that had gathered. What the heck. Let's have the whole forest join! Maybe the kittypets'll help once they decide to walk into a bloody battle rather than hide in their cozy nests.
Pantheress let her gaze burn suspiciously into the fur of the black-clad she-cat as she padded back to the wounded tom. Her brows were drawn to her ears, a look of concern twisting her pretty features. Pantheress began to wash the oozing wounds with a wad of damp moss, careful to apply bits of goldenrod as she worked her way down his shredded flank. Once or twice, she would catch a worried glance from the she-cat. She looked lost. Pantheress felt a pang of pity for the ebony-cloaked cat. Mercy was a weakness to the warrior. But Pantheress had learned that compassion also helped strengthen the soul. After all, you fight better when you have something to protect.
Pantheress rested her tail upon the she-cat's shoulder. Shedding a rare smile of comfort, she nodded toward the tom. "He lost most of his blood, but he is strong. I'm sure he'll pull through if he has the desire to. My name is Pantheress, by the way. What's yours?"
Pantheress's curiosity begged her to ask if the tom had relations to Seth, but her sense kept her from bringing the matter to attention. She would discuss this with Bandit later.
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Post by L a m b on Jul 21, 2008 7:53:32 GMT -8
But my demons lay in waitin' FiverTempting me away How much more must torment last Growl was lingering in her throat, from Match's words, but she said nothing else, as she paced back and forth in the clearing, steps falted every few seconds, she needed to get back, but if she did, would she remain true to her words here, or crumble under Seth...The young cat didn't even know herself, one paw, claws extended was violently swept at the air, once...Before she began to pace again..Tail drooped to the ground, but different hued fur was bristling, and a violent look was enraging her optics...Dang....Fiver was lost so deep in though, that she almost tripped over Match...What happens happens... Mug parted and lyrics enchanted the clearing, but were so silent, so only Match would, could hear them... "Goodbye my friend"Before she turned and quickly darted into the undergrowth....
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Post by Torn on Jul 22, 2008 12:02:00 GMT -8
Mimi watched in anguish at the injured cats, physical and mental wounds. Match had been tearing himself apart over Alley, that strange tom and his 'tribe-mate', everyone flinching away from BloodGang in their heads. The shakes that were lurking beneath threatened to come up, showing her fear to the rest. We're all scared underneath, but they're not showing it. That means I can't either.
Soft paws slapped against the ground as she padded forward, alert ears perked as her sapphire optics travelled the clearing. Something to do, distracting herself from the other cats. She set her padders on straight path towards Match and Fiver - standing on your own let you think too much.
Both of their focus's were fixed on the blood covered loner. Pantheress was applying some strange smelling herb to his criss-crossed red flanks, looking at the injured tom's companion, talking to her. Mimi couldn't pick up their words from her position, but their expressions were gentle. To tell the truth, she didn't care that much. Returning her gaze to Fiver and Match, she took a few steps forward so she was nearer and sat down next to them, flashing a drawn smile at them.
It'll get worse before it gets better.
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