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Post by SCAR on Jan 16, 2014 22:21:58 GMT -5
The large, black bengal slowly made his way into camp. The BloodClan deputy held a rat, clenched in his razor sharp teeth. He did not see anybody around, the camp looked a bit empty. He was unsure of where everyone was, usually he was kept up to date with what was going on. He sat on a crumpled and ruined piece of cardboard. It was all they really had in BloodClan, cardboard and cold stone. Cardboard seemed like the better, and warmer, option. He began to pick at the plump rat with his large claws, and bit into it. He hadn't tasted food in a while, and this rat was about as great as a warm nest full of she-cats. Scar chuckled to himself at the thought of that. He had never felt the love of a she-cat, and didn't plan to ever. He could not trust anyone here, nor anywhere. As he picked into the rat, he thought about his past and all of the things he was forced to go through. It was tough, he thought, but I made it, and look where I am now. He looked at himself in a puddle and laughed. He was a pretty big, and well built cat. He looked great for a BloodClan cat. Heck, he thought he looked great for any clan cat. He finished his rat, and threw the remains to the side for a younger cat to eat. Just like the warriors used to do to me he thought, once again getting flashbacks of his past. He got up, and began to make his way to his cardboard box. His was a bit bigger than the rest of the others, being a deputy and all, but it was not as big as the leaders. He lay down in his not-so-comfortable box, and closed his eyes. He shivered in the cold. He had nothing to keep him warm besides the fur on his back, and the box. He started to get used to it and stop thinking about it. He would have to get used to it, this was BloodClan life. He would not show his weaknesses, though. He would not let an arrogant BloodClan warrior attempt to take his spot. No way, never. Even if they did try, he would be sure to cut them down in their first try. He sat himself up and looked into the camp. Still nobody was around. It was a bit odd. Usually the camp was a bit full. His ears pricked up quickly. He heard the padding of paws on the stone. His bright, yellows eyes flicked up and looked towards the entrance of the camp, and he let out a loud, menacing snarl, "Who's there?"
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Post by Froggie on Jan 17, 2014 14:16:02 GMT -5
Frigid
The grey-brown she-cat's huge paws made next to no sound as she padded across the cobblestone alley. A dark mist hung in the air, and lights swung on wires above her head, flickering with a pale white glow. It had rained recently. Her paws were soaked from puddles, and the streets were slick with water. She kept her balance, though, easily moving through the alleys. She walked with an heir of confidence, certain that no one would attack or harm her. A moment later, Frigid stepped into the square that provided the main part of BloodClan's camp. She glanced around, at her den of wire and clothe, at Scar's sagging cardboard box. She had considered allowing him to share her den, but decided against it. He never complained, and she knew he could cope. Her yellow eyes landed on a half-eaten mouse, about two tail-lengths to her right. She bent down to sniff it, not at all with intention of eating it, only hoping to find out who had been here. Ah, she should have guessed. Scar's ugly scent wreathed around the dead creature like a cloud of choking smoke. Frigid pulled back, and flung the mouse away with disgust. She heard the patter of paws, and a pair of frightened blue eyes shone in the darkness. One of the kits, trying for a meal. Scar's cold voice cut through the air like a knife. The kitten jumped in surprise, and scurried away, leaving the mouse for another. Frigid let out a snort, and stalked towards her deputy's pitiful den. "You're loosing your touch, mousebrain." she growled. She found the whole thing humorous, but she spoke with seemingly harsh words. "It's just me."
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Post by SCAR on Jan 17, 2014 14:51:57 GMT -5
The deputy snorted as he saw Frigid come into the clearing. He ignored her comment, he was quite used to them by now. Scars large, almost lifeless yellow eyes connected to his leader. He let out a small laugh, almost feeling ashamed of himself. "I should of expected as much," he replied. He exited his feeble cardboard box and neared his leader, and retorted "I may very well be losing my touch, but it looks like you're losing your Clan" and he added, "Where in the world is everyone?" he asked, with a powerful voice. He was slowly learning how far he could test his leaders limit, and what he could say and could not say. Even though Scar was expected to kill Frigid eventually, he had no want to. He was not fit to leading a clan, if that's what you could call it. More like a band of misfits. But, he was perfectly happy being the second-in-command of these misfits. As long as nobody challenged him, or Frigid, he was happy. He could deal with being cold or going a day without food. That's just how life was around here. And with that, he turned and made his way back into his den. It was much too cold, and he didn't have much meat on his bones. He didn't wish to show that he was feeling weak, especially in front of Frigid. The large black tom shook off the cold, and tried his best to ignore it. He looked around, the clearing was still a bit empty, even with the two large cats were here. BloodClan always seemed empty, not by size though. The air seemed to be empty, but also filled with death at the same time. It looked like a terrible excuse for rogue camp, and Scar wanted to see BloodClan come to glory - better yet, see BloodClan rule over the other clans. That would be truly great.
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Post by Froggie on Jan 17, 2014 15:00:32 GMT -5
Frigid narrowed her eyes and felt the fur prickle across her shoulders. She allowed it, not wishing to hide her temper. "Watch your tongue." she spat, and lashed her tail. "You of all cats should know BloodClan goes where they please. I don't keep track of every cat. They're out hunting, or patrolling the border, trying not to die." The massive she-cat felt a cruel smile pull up the corners of her mouth. She cared for her Clan as a whole, but individual cats were nothing to her. She cared about numbers, not strength. They could defeat other cats easily, with the number of warriors they had. BloodClan was big, and though cats died quickly, others were born just as quick.
ooc; Sorry for the short post. You're a very good roleplayer. XD
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Post by SCAR on Jan 17, 2014 17:38:50 GMT -5
ooc: don't worry about it! and thank you, I actually tried to beef my post up a bit because your post was so good. Scar nodded. His leader was right, even though he didn't like to admit that. He didn't like being wrong, but sometimes his tongue worked faster than his brain. The evil cat laughed a bit, because he had an almost genius thought. He pondered a bit, unsure how to unfold his vile plan. He stopped, and looked to the sky before letting out his idea, "How about we use these cats to our advantage..." he growled, "I'm tired of sitting around in this dump. I want to make an attack. I hunger for blood. And power". He was being honest, he hated being stuck here. He wanted the other clans to know that BloodClan was not to be trifled with. He wanted them to know that they could easily end their puny existence. They just had to seize the opportunity, and do it. It angered him greatly to even think about it. With the sheer number of BloodClan, they could conquer the clans. Even though his idea was so farfetched and only a dream, it seemed so close. He just needed to say the word. Start organizing a few attacks, maybe some raids. Steal some kits, he thought, That'd really make them lose their hope in that nonsense they call StarClan. Whether Frigid would assist him or not, he wanted to take action. He couldn't stand idly by while these four clans ruled the forest. "These clans are weak. We are not weak." he snarled, angrily, "BloodClan is for the strong. The forest should be too. The forest should be ours." he insisted. He was getting a bit angrier now, just thinking about it. He had a big problem containing his rage, and even though he had a big problem trusting people, he needed to be able to somewhat trust his clan-mates to do what he wanted to do.
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Post by Froggie on Jan 20, 2014 21:51:10 GMT -5
Frigid folded her ears back, narrowing her eyes slightly as Scar spoke. She had to agree with him. She honestly did, but there was a nagging feeling that it wasn't right. She knew way deep down, hidden somewhere in her blackened heart, that it wouldn't be right to take over the whole territory. She had to work with the other leaders, not against them. It was simply how life worked. But Scar was right, too. They deserved more. They needed more territory, a better camp, more food. Frigid was tired of living on half-dead rats. "I agree." she said slowly, and nodded. "Now, if we were to go through with anything, we'd have to be sneaky. We can't start a full-blown attack. Sooner or later, the other Clans will discover us, and ally against us. We would have to start small, in the shadows. And we couldn't leave any witnesses." The last phrase sent shivers down Frigid's spine. Not because she was scared, but because she was thrilled by the idea. Stealing a couple kits here and there, killing an apprentice or two, maybe even a whole patrol. No lives, no witnesses.
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Post by SCAR on Jan 21, 2014 19:22:52 GMT -5
The deputy nodded. As much as he hated to admit, his leader was right. Barging into the forest, would quickly end with their demise. Once again, another idea sparked in his insane mind. "Well.." he muttered curiously, "Do we want them to discover us?" he shot Frigid a dangerous look. He stopped, and looked to the sky. He pondered for a bit, thinking of the right words to say and how to put them without making BloodClan seem weak. "We could... Use a clan to our advantage" he growled, as an evil smiled formed across his maw. He went on, "Maybe the weakest willed Clan of the bunch.. One who has lost their faith in StarClan.. That's where we come in." a loud, deep laugh escaped his teeth. His rows of yellowed fangs appeared, emitting a stench of mouse and crowfood. "Get them to trust us. To rely on us. Convince them it would be right to attack another clan. We could easily kill them all." he laughed menacingly. He had a bit of doubt in the back of his mind. But not in himself. He had no doubt at all in himself. His doubt was in BloodClan. Do they have the same ambitions as him? Do they share his hate, and crazy ideas? If not, they were all fools. He knew this Clan has the potential to do great things. They just needed to snatch it up with their bloody, tired paws. Scar no longer wished to hide in the shadows, like a rat in the mist. He wanted to make himself known, and even worse, feared. His thirst for power was almost unquenchable. In his crazy mind, he believed that one day he would rule over the forest, with or without BloodClan. Once he had finished speaking, he licked his matted fur on his gigantic paws. He shot his bright yellow eyes to Frigid, awaiting a reply.
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Post by Froggie on Jan 28, 2014 12:12:33 GMT -5
Frigid nodded thoughtfully. What Scar said made sense, and her mind was filling with a hunger for power and blood. She flexed her claws, scraping them impatiently on the stone beneath her paws. Yes, this was an excellent plan. "An ally would be perfect." she mewed with a nod. "But at the moment, most of the Clans have a strong connection with StarClan. We would have to weaken one of them. ShadowClan, perhaps? Say we did a few kit raids, killed a few apprentices, made them believe that StarClan has abandoned them. Then we come in and say we can help them." Frigid snickered. She liked the idea, hurting a Clan and then coming into rescue them. Like what ThunderClan did so often, only they didn't cheat. But you had to cheat if you wanted to be guaranteed a win. It was how the game worked. You just couldn't get caught.
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Post by SCAR on Jan 28, 2014 13:15:21 GMT -5
Scar loved the idea. It could work, they just needed to be smart about it. He let out an evil snicker and meowed "Yes.. That will work. We will make them lose their faith." he thought it would work. He had faith in his Clan, and in his leader. Together, they could slowly pick apart the clans - and their leaders would have no clue how, why or even who. The massive black tom rose to his paws, "We are going to need help" he meowed, respectfully "I know we are not weak. But are you sure we can do this alone?" It wasn't that he didn't have faith in BloodClan. He did. It was just that the Clans had massive numbers. BloodClan was equal to probably only one of those Clans. BloodClan could not compare to them. Or could they? BloodClan did have superior fighting skills. Even if their numbers weren't equal, they could still take some lives and do some damage. At this point in time, he could not be sure. He just knew something had to be done. His hunger needed to be satisfied. His claws longed for blood. They would need to start scouting patrols and raids. Maybe recruit some spies. If they had BloodClan warriors on the inside, they could interpret when to attack or when to raid. And if they lose their faith in StarClan, they can then put it in BloodClan. And slowly, the forest would be theirs. It almost seemed perfect to him; but he was a realist. He had to have his doubts. Anything could go wrong, and they still needed time for preparations.
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Post by Froggie on Jan 28, 2014 13:33:57 GMT -5
"Have faith in your Clan." Frigid said with a smile. She stood and moved her tail to rest on Scar's shoulder. "We can handle this. It would be nice to have more members, but we need warriors, not kittypets. I can't go around forcing kittypets and loners to join. We need cats who can fight for themselves." she paused, an odd thought coming to mind. She shook her head, and decided to keep it to herself. The idea was ridiculous, and would never happen, no matter what the circumstances. She glanced her deputy expectantly, hoping he did not know the thoughts that filled her dark mind.
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Post by SCAR on Jan 28, 2014 15:31:22 GMT -5
Scar expected that. He had faith in his Clan, he just did not have faith in the numbers. He watched Frigid with large, yellow eyes. She seemed like she was holding something back, as if it would be something Scar did not want to hear. At first, he did not say anything. He did not want to accuse his leader of something like that, especially at this point of the conversation. But, he couldn't help himself. Curiosity pecked at him like a bird in the dirt. His mind swelled with decisions. What could he say? How could he word it? If they were going to work together and lead this Clan they needed to be honest with each other. He could not keep himself together any longer, and let out a quiet yet supportive meow, "Is something bothering you, Frigid?" The truth was he had no clue what she could possibly be thinking. He had a few ideas, but dismissed them quickly. After that, he kept his maw shut, not wanting to say anything that sounded stupid. His Clan was trusting of his leader, and Scar needed to be also. He let out a deep breath, and shot his large, weary eyes to ground. Honestly, he was expecting to be scolded or insulted. He didn't want to seem sarcastic when he asked her the question, but sometimes he just had a way of sounding unsupportive. Maybe it was his looks. He was a massive black cat. Or maybe his personality; he was a bit of a jerk. He was unsure, but he just kept his mouth shut and awaited his leaders reply.
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Post by Froggie on Jan 28, 2014 17:34:20 GMT -5
Frigid looked up, surprised by Scar's tone of voice. He sounded almost gentle, the opposite of his usually harsh tone. His voice lacked the stinging cold it often brought when spoke. But now, she had a decision to make: to scold him or tell him. Frigid didn't want to sound stupid, but after all, she had power over this tom. She would simply scold him if he thought she was being ridiculous. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. "Well..." she began, avoiding his gaze by staring intently over his shoulder. "We need more warriors. Full-blooded warriors, not some half-hearted kittypets. To get warriors, we need kits, and kits don't just pop out of the air, and we should probably set an example for the Clan and...um, do you see what I'm getting at?" Boy, she sounded like a little apprentice asking for something that didn't exist. Frigid took a deep breath and turned her eyes on Scar, reminding herself that she could always punish him for laughing at her.
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Post by SCAR on Jan 28, 2014 18:03:49 GMT -5
The large BloodClan deputy froze. He knew exactly what she meant. And honestly, it wasn't a horrible idea at all. In fact, he agreed with her. It made perfect sense. Full-blood BloodClan warriors. Scar could train them personally. After all, if they were going to be his kits, he wouldn't let them be weak. Scar was a bit caught up in the moment, daydreaming about his own kits. He would be a father! They would be his! He wondered briefly about them. Would they be strong? Weak? Tall? Fat? Skinny? Would they have his eyes, or Frigids fur? Another thought popped into his head. Frigid? Being a mother? he thought, almost smiling on the outside. He stopped himself, because he did not want to anger his leader. He realized he was spacing out a bit, and quickly snapped back to reality. He had to remember who he was when he wasn't daydreaming. He was a stone-cold, emotionless BloodClan warrior. He could not look weak. He looked up into Frigids eyes, and nodded slowly "I understand" his voice was shaky, as if he was scared "It would set a great example for the Clan..." he trailed off slowly, getting lost in thought. Millions of thoughts penetrated his brain and his heart. He quickly dismissed them and continued "These kits will be great." he growled, sounding a bit insane "I will not let them fail" he growled. Once he was finished speaking, he sat back down. He looked at Frigid. Would things be awkward now? Would she expect to be permanent mates? No, he thought, this is strictly for the Clan he thought again, reassuring himself. He was not ready for a mate, yet. He knew this was only for the good of the Clan. Something in the back of his head was pricking at him, but he chose to ignore it. He cast it to the back of his head, not wanting to think of it again. Ignoring that, he continued to daydream. Hopefully I did that correctly.. Hopefully she understood...
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Post by Froggie on Jan 28, 2014 18:29:23 GMT -5
Frigid bit her lip, her yellow eyes flicking across Scar's face. What was going through that strange mind of his? Was he angry? Excited? Nervous? Or did he think she was a fool? She couldn't tell, and it almost looked like he was in another world, staring at something invisible. Suddenly, he seemed to snap back to the present. Frigid closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He agreed. He didn't think it was ridiculous. She wasn't sure why she cared so much about what he thought, but she shrugged it off. It didn't matter right now, she was about to be a mother. "Yes, they will be strong." she agreed, and smiled. Not a maniacal smile, but a soft one. One that meant she was truly happy. "And they will be feared by all." She glanced around, scanning the entire square. "No one's around." she mewed, and turned back to Scar with a slight twinkle in her eye. "Why don't we get this over with?"
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Post by SCAR on Jan 28, 2014 18:58:00 GMT -5
Scars mind drifted off, like the wind from moors. He sat calmly, putting on an emotionless face. In his head, he was actually quite excited. He had never been a father. But, he had his doubts about she-cats. He had trust issues as a kit, and they carried into his warrior life. And then, there was the pressure to be perfect to his kits. He wanted to see the glow in their eyes. He silently vowed he would never abandon his kits, like his father had done to him. He shook his head slowly, lost in thought. He realized had not replied to Frigid speaking. He shook his head again, as if to shake all of the remaining thoughts from his had. He smiled lightly, "I'm sorry" he meowed, feeling sorry for looking like such a softie. He nodded, and said "We might as well." his eyes darted back to the leader. The soon mother of his kits. He felt an odd, tingling feeling all throughout his body. He did not know what it was. But, he liked it. What had happened to Scar from a few minutes ago? The ruthless, battle-hardened deputy. Where had he gone? Scar could not say for sure. Maybe it was the fact he was having kits. He did not know. He decided not to question it, and just let everything unravel from here on out. He flicked his long, black tail towards his cardboard box and politely meowed, "After you.."
ooc: do you want to make the litter request or should I?
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