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Post by dove on Mar 27, 2008 20:56:19 GMT -5
Faerie slunk off, dissappearing as a shadow. She had some business to take care of, and none of it was pleasant. She had seen someone watching her, and she knew who. Now she had to stop him. her earss were alert to any noise, anything to idicate that someone was following her.
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Post by Fallentear || on Apr 1, 2008 21:36:06 GMT -5
As Lucifer was approached by his son, his facial expression remained unchanging. A permanent frown of thought hung on his jaws as his jet black tail swung back and forth across the cold ground. "Death." He meowed in his deep, but gentle-toned voice, "I see you have been seeking me out, just as your sister has been. I'm sorry that I wasn't around for your kithood, but I just didn't realize the importance of kin back then. You see if I had, then maybe I would have an heir to my position, but instead it must go to a more trustworthy cat, seeing as I've never trained you to be in such a position. The point is, as soon as our mission in the clans is complete, or has failed, I wish to get to know you better. I am getting old, and it may be selfish but I don't want to die without spending time with those I should have long ago." He awaited the response, which was surprisingly quick with well-placed words.
"Lucifer, father, whichever you may prefer, I cannot accept your apology. At least not yet. You see, foolishness cannot merely be whisked away with the flick of a tail and a quick 'I'm sorry'. No, it takes much more. You will get your wish to get to know me better, but maybe not as well as you like. You see, after the way you left my sister and I, I cannot come to be your loving son, as I may have as a green kit. I have arrived merely to be a follower, and to have the benifits of shelter and training to survive. So later we might spend the casual quality time you are thinking of, but I fear and also know, that I can never truly have the bond of a son with you."
The huge cat stared down at the young cat, who had obviously inherited his genes, being rather large. After a few moments of silence, for the black tom didn't like wasting much time, he nodded his great head. "Very well. Now get some rest, for it will not be long until you set out. In two sunsets' time I will call a meeting, and then you will set out at dawn in secret. Go." Turning, he padded into his nest without a word, the pale ginger tom turning to do the same.
~~time lapse :] ~~
Moonlight filtered in through the same narrow slit where raindrops now slid into the hideout. A form, well camoflauged in the lighting, emerged from it's den with another smaller dark form beside it. Both cats stepped forward, coming to rest in sync below the ledge where Lucifer gave his meetings. They looked up together to see two gleaming black specks staring right back at them. The meeting had been called moments ago, and it was time now for Sin and Death to wreak havoc on the clans. [/color][/center]
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Post by whitetiger on Apr 3, 2008 9:53:54 GMT -5
Ashley,bash, and issa sat together for the ceremony, but ashley was very distant, she didn't speak and her eyes were blank and emotionless.
Bash nudged ashley and she snaped into focus. She turned to him and spoke "What?"
Bash raised one of his eyesbrows at ashley."Ashley you need to relax, everything will be okay. Don't worry."
Ashley grinned at bash,"I guess so."
Issa was happy and oblivious to what Bash and ashley were saying.
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Post by Fallentear || on Apr 4, 2008 21:50:15 GMT -5
Lucifer started to speak as the cats assembled. "Today, my dear cats, is the day our plans for a better life are set into action. These two brave young cats before me will be sent off within a few hours to pave our entryway from this hell. Sin, Death, my own children, I know that you understand the heaviness of your task. If you fail, the clans might very well attack us and drive out any of our hope for takeover...but if you suceed...The Fallen will lead a better, and more whole life!
I have discussed with the two, yesterday night, the terms of how they are to act and all the finer details. Now, they set off for our benifit. Farewell, and if you find Kristy and Nesa on the way, give them our words of support. For we put our trust in you, and you better damn well hold on to it." Flicking his tail in dismissal, the two young cats turned and trotted to the entrance. One at a time, they ceremoniously leaped out of the damp sewer and into what might have been the start of a new life for the rogue cats. [/color][/center]
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Post by whitetiger on Apr 5, 2008 15:13:30 GMT -5
Kristy and Nesa appeared out of the darkness in front of them."You two know the way right or are you going to get lost?" Kristy spoke with nothing but irony and boredom.
Nesa grinned."I'm sure they know the way after all, but do they know that clan cats can scent if a cat is a rouge. I would hid your scent if I were you."
Kristy rolled her eyes."Good luck death and go around rageclan territory, if you even know where their territory ends.They don't like visiters." Kristy stared at death directly."Be careful, please." She then smiled and started walking in the direction of the clans.
Nesa followed shortly, after giving death and sin a smirk or maybe it was just a small smile, maybe it was nethier.
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Post by Fallentear || on Apr 5, 2008 21:26:46 GMT -5
ooc- Should we move this to a new thread?
bic-Death looked a little uneasy, not really knowing the way to the clans himself. Glancing at Sin, she nodded reassuringly. Of course, she knew the way! She seemed to know almost as much about the land as their father.
The calico she-cat meowed, "Yes, I know the way. And thanks for the advice. I suggest we wash in a stream, for wild garlic would be too conspicuous." As they walked along, she meowed to the other three. "Alright, so Death and I are to travel due south and east, and you two both know that due south is your destination, correct? I am familiar with the lay of the land, but not the scents. So...I suggest that we find the corner of Fernclan and travel along their top border until we reach a place with different scent markers. Then we'll know we've hit Blazeclan, and we can go our separate ways. Sound like a plan?"
Death considered this, thinking this might very well be a good approach. He nodded silently in reply, walking beside her like a big ghost. He added in his own input softly, "And Maybe we should find a stream before we reach the borders, so we won't have to leave our rogue scent in the brush and leave them a hint of our plan." Death knew that while the clans were a bit naive, they surely weren't stupid. If Blazeclan or Fernclan found two sopping wet cats and rogue scent laying all around the stream they stepped out of, they'd know something was up. To play it safe, they'd have to find the stream immediately. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by whitetiger on Apr 5, 2008 21:42:57 GMT -5
OCC: yeah, it's ethier fernclan boreds, blazeclan borders, or we can just make another thread in this board. Your choice.
Kristy turned around and laughed."Yeah right. I would go due south If I want to kill myself. Theres a small stream right before the clan territorys. There you can hid your scent, and no one but loners would go by there. There is a border line between each clan. If one clan crosses it, it gives the other clan permission to attack and kill them, but they may not if they were expected."
Nesa contuined the conversation after her sister."The safest way to get to blazeclan is to go around rageclan, through fern and into blazeclan. We know the scent of all the clans. It helps when you've crossed all of them before. Most loners go through the clan territorys to adviod rouges."
Kristy laughed."I remember the last time we crossed rageclan territory. We almost go our fur shred because of some of them. They really are less careful than the clans."
Nesa grinned."The only reason we survived is that we were smarter, well also that paula freaked most of them out.I don't remeber what she did to freak them out, but it worked."
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Post by Flamey on Apr 5, 2008 22:39:30 GMT -5
OOC: woah I haven't posted here in like... forever xD
IC:Sonic listened carefully. He thought it was a good plan, and hoped that it would work. It was fine having food and shelter here, but if they were able to invade the clan's territory, that would be much nicer. He went back to the den that he slept in every night. He wanted to catch up on some sleep, having been up the other night, searching for some food. He lay down, waiting for himself to fall asleep. [/size][/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Apr 5, 2008 22:41:55 GMT -5
ooc- I think you are having a few misconceptions about the shape of the clans...go -here- :] and that will explain to you what I've been talkin 'bout [/size][/color]
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Post by Fallentear || on Sept 12, 2008 19:56:56 GMT -5
the time has come to banish tears.
The night in Seared was unusually still. Not even a passing car stirred the air. Even at midnight, people in the city usually still drove about, red taillights glaring through the shadows. But not tonight. It was as if a demon had slipped into the city at nightfall and stolen it's beautiful voice, leaving naught but eerie, empty silence. Lights in buildings were going out steadily, and the chill breeze of approaching winter rippled across the ground like a serpent searching for a victim. The stars were blotted out, and above the buildings, all that could be made out was a never-ending spread of gray stormclouds. The darkness carried a certain malice that was unmistakable, like the feeling that one is being watched. Nobody wanted to be out with the feeling of eyes blazing upon the back of one's head. So instead, the city fell silent, the people shut inside their houses on behalf of an implacable fear. But nonetheless, one they were right to fear.
come one, come all, and fight your fears.
I'm sure you've heard of the calm before the storm, the dark before the dawn, that brief silence on the battlefield before the war. This is exactly what hung in the atmosphere like fog on that very night in Seared. Not a car or a trashcan rattled, and not a soul breathed outside of its dwelling. Not any human souls, that is. For what they feared was something that they would probably find rather silly once it was realized. Something that perhaps a human wouldn't fear by their mortal name, but the spirits of which had been depicted in their bibles for thousands of years: cats. Inside these cats were the souls of fallen angels, sentenced to a life in hell after rebellion. Pathetic really, that Lucifer and his mutinous lot had been transforming into mewling, tiny, fluffy cats. Don't get me wrong and underestimate these felines, though; Satan is still quite powerful even in such a form, but merely reduced to the point where he can do nothing to carry out revenge. Or so they thought, until now.
my dears, my dears, come gather here.
Two jet-black optics flashed from an alleyway. An equally dark pelt bristled against the biting wind. Nearly a score of thorn-sharp daggers slid slowly from their sheaths to scrape gratingly against the ground. A huge tom-cat stood in the small gap between two squat buildings, looking out across the street. He was big enough to fatally injure, maybe even kill a person; bigger than a grown dog-fox, to be exact. Alley cats like himself usually didn't come in such out of proportion sizes, but you have to remember that this was no 'usual' cat. His name you wonder? Lucifer, was what he had once been called by his brothers. But nowadays, he was called by many other names that made him feel powerful in their fearful essence. Nevertheless, he still introduced himself to all as Lucifer, and someday it would be a name held in the same respect as his many others.
we'll fight the monsters oh so drear.
Lucifer's narrowed eyes blinked once as rain began to fall from the cloudy sky, the pattering droplets growing steadier and sounding like beating drums, or pounding hooves. The midnight-black cat turned slowly, and slipped into what appeared to be the ground. An act of magic? A demonic display of power? No. A steaming stormdrain had been his means of escape from the water. It's not that he wanted to hide from it, oh no. In fact, he had been waiting for the pregnant sky to loose its burden. The Fallen, or so his gang was known in Seared and to all within 100 miles, needed the cover of rain to finish a plan they had formulated a while back— nearly a year ago. The cat now stood in a room with high ceilings, and cracked cement walls. Fissures and holes in the walls led to the many dens of his followers, from which a full army would be summoned tonight. Large, muscled legs were placed smoothly one in front of the other to advance the menacing form attached to them. Lucifer's eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the jutting stone ledge fairly high up on the wall as he padded towards it. From there, he would start the beginnings of something he'd waited a long time to set into motion.
come now, come now, gather here.
His muscles bunched firmly beneath him, and he sprang nearly fifteen feet vertically to reach his perch. His paws easily caught his bulk, lifting himself up to stand and turn about, looking down at his domain. And what a sad domain it was. They prey pile was filled with human garbage and a few scrawny rats, and the main gathering room that he gazed upon was empty. Not to mention, the whole place smelled of the sewer, to which cat noses were all the more sensitive. Anger boiled up in his chest at the thought. no. He thought, flattened his raised hackles. Save that hatred for tonight. Let it keep your march steady and your claws slashing. His dark eyes, shaped like almonds in their slitted form, looked around for a few more heartbeats. Then, so suddenly as to draw a few startled screeches from the depths of the passageways, Lucifer raised his head and yowled. It was a blood-chilling cry that brought cats quickly from their dens, some with claws out and fangs beared, as if expecting to be under attack with a summons like that. He gazed calmly down at them, tail lashing behind him as he waited for them all to settle before he spoke.
the blood we draw will run and smear.
"My warriors," He bellowed, lips drawing back to reveal sharp white fangs as he spoke, "outside the rain comes down like a fury of the gods. I have been watching the skies lately, and awaiting news from our spies. As you may recall, nearly a year ago we sent my son and daughter, Sin and Death, to scope out the feral cats in the forests south of here. I am pleased to inform you that they have found a bunch of weak, bleeding hearts inhabiting a plentiful land. Tonight is the night, my dears, to claim something we deserve. A life better than the piles of mouse shit we've been living in. A shared home with these clanners, where we will all be able to work together and live in much more comfort than we do today." Lucifer paused, his eyes traveling across the many different colored furs beneath him. They were all well-muscled, and made for battle. He knew full well that these cats had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and would be more than ready for the battle that was rapidly approaching.
our cries of war will fill your ears.
"We will set out on a march to the south, across the city of Seared and through the territories of the banished cats: the rogues and the loners. Maybe we may even be able to gain support, but none will oppose us. They will no doubt have seen numbers this big since their annual gatherings, where clan cats come together under the full moon for a peace talk. We do not seek to destroy these cats, but only to cause them to submit to our will. We will join forces with them and continue onwards to seek out the true enemy: the heavens above, Dreamclan, God; whatever you wish to call it, that is the battle we truly seek. The march will last us through the night, so prepare in haste. We set off when the churchbells strike three. Go now, and return when you hear the summons. I will be waiting."
may our purpose be made clear.
He watched the chaos that pursued with a fiery gleam in his eye, and with his face set in unreadable stone. Some cats raised thier voices in howls of agreement, some in objecting yowls of shock, both parties staring up at him with passionate looks. But the majority made no noise, merely scrambling back to their dens to prepare for the journey. Some were adorning themselves with necklaces of dog teeth and claws of defeated enemy cats. Some licked each other's fur backwards, spiking it up to make it look fierce. Some rolled in the piles of dust near the entrance, where many a filthy cat had shaken off silt from their fur. Some were saying farewells to their kittens and round-bellied mates, knowing that they would have to be left behind. Lucifer watched the cats moving about until the clock struck twice, knowing that not long now they would be still once more before setting out on the march to war. His tail flicked slowly back and forth behind him as he waited above his cats, his claws still unsheathed and kneading the ground.
we come, we come, to banish tears.
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Post by Flamey on Sept 13, 2008 5:18:16 GMT -5
Sonic padded out of the small, make-shift at the side of the wall. He had heard the call many times before, remembering one in particular, at least a year ago, when he had been accepted into the group. He stood bolt upright, listening attentively to every word Lucifer said. His heart raced as he imagined what the outcome of the battle would be. Images of dead cats strewn on the ground flashed in his mind. Some feigning death to survive rather than fight their ancestors, most of them already giving up and joining in the battle against DreamClan. Then again, because of the drought, most of them would probably be willing to join. He had heard rumors of a certain clan that had already completely given up on DreamClan. Maybe the bloodshed wouldn't be necessary. Maybe it would. He returned to his den, preapering himself for the fight. He looked around the place which he lived in for the past year, remembering times when there was barely any food to go around, sleepless nights spent inhaling nothing but the sour scent coming from the sewers, letting his anger grow. Lucifer was right. They did deserve better. And soon, better was what they were going to get. [/center][/size]
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