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Post by dragon on May 9, 2009 19:01:30 GMT -5
Unicorndream paced back and forth through out the camp. She had become very restless these last few moons, and she knew exactly why. SwalowHeart had told her something she couldn't remember. But it wasn't him, it was in a dream. She never wanted to see his face again, and the dream made her fur tingle. She wasn't exactly sure why it had happened, but it was just before the whole clan had made a run from camp... For what exact reason?
With SoftenedOak almost always busy now a days, it seemed impossible to tell anyone. It wasn't a warning, of any sort. Nothing of the kind, but it still unnerved her to think of it. SoftenedOak didn't need to be bothered by her as well, his empty looking eyes almost dead now...for who knows what reason.
Blister sat in the corner, bright green eyes following the muscular white she-cat. AS she had heard, Unicorndream used to be a flimsy little apprentice, but not so much anymore apparently. Nither was she though. She had learned how to fight well, and use her powers more effectivly. She now could burn, almost anything her paws could thouch, though it never got the best of her. She and Symphoniapaw had grown very very close, and even though they had no clue what love was, they were sure they had it. It was scary that she and Symphoniapaw had come home to no one there... And she hadn't thought to o looking for any of them yet.
He had come to love his music, and most still shied away from him when it played, but it had gotten the best of him. He lost control once, fighting with Blistter, trying to make her fight back. Now his pelt danced constantly with deep purple music notes and the music played. Constantly. It stayed in tune with his immotions, and never played aything heavier than a cello. Even though he was ashamed of what he had done to himself, now the shadow of the clan. With almost no one around though, it made it easy for him to be himself with Blister, half a blessing and half a curse.
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Post by seren on May 9, 2009 21:59:58 GMT -5
ooc: Wow, great post, but Pic and I kind of made it so that everyone in LegendClan is trapped in underground burrows/tunnels due to a hostile take-over by EvilClan. Unless you wanna say that Blister, Softenedoak, and Unicorndream managed to escape or were away during the take-over (that would actually work out pretty well.)
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Post by dragon on May 10, 2009 17:46:18 GMT -5
ooc: ...well then... um.. yeah I guess I should have read up on that....ooops.... Lawl. Um...yeah...I'll just..say they were away and are now at the camp with no one around I guess, that'll work. I'll cahnge it.
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Post by seren on May 10, 2009 20:56:27 GMT -5
ooc: S'okay.
bic: Darkness engulfed them. It had engulfed them for moons now, it seemed. With a sigh, Slivermoon felt herself giving into the all-too familiar demons of hunger, fatigue, and premonition with little grace. She was slipping in and out of a coma; that's what it felt like on a regular basis.
The commandants were making their daily rounds. Or was it nightly? No one could honestly tell. She glanced over at her sleeping daughter, hoping that the former inhabitants of NightClan would spare her their diatribe. Serpentwire herself seemed intent on tormenting them into submission. There was one cat, however, that NightClan could tolerate and was, in fact, quite keen on was Littlekit. He was their final hope.
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Post by dragon on May 12, 2009 22:00:06 GMT -5
Another moonrise and moonfall came. When no one came back to camp, Unicorndream became very, very attuned to what the forest was saying. The trees whispered to her about Evilclan, and a place beneath their roots. A dank dark place, where birds would never fly, they said. She accumulated various ideas. One - the clan had willingly gone into hiding, planing to launch an attack on Evilclan (which she had no knowladge of), two - the whole of the forest were complete idiots and had no clue what was going on, or three - Evilclan had taken all of her clan-members (Except the ones who were left) and smuggeled them into an underground place and they wished to take over the land.
She told Blister these thoughts as they occuerd to her. Blisted thought it very possible that ether one, or even more possible three had happened. But she didn't exactly care. She and Symphoniapaw weer too caught up in eachother. They greatly injoyed the long hours of donig nothing, except if needed. A bliss of their own, and they woudl probably continue once the clan had decided to return to them as well.
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Post by pic on May 13, 2009 16:43:49 GMT -5
haha. that's dragon, seren but sure. I just don't have any other cats in legendclan right now... :/ I really need to work on making some new cats. my friend and I made our own clan, so do you think that I could just switch them over to this clan for my rps??
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Post by seren on May 13, 2009 22:12:16 GMT -5
ooc: Yup. Your cats, you do what you want. :3 So long as it's in the rules, obviously.
bic: It seemed peculiar to the cats that NightClan should stay down in the tunnels for so long. Shouldn't they be focused on securing the Clan territory, making sure that everyone had been completely oppressed, beaten down, and starved nearly to death? They had gotten progressively sloppy over the moons, Slivermoon thought with extreme distaste. She swallowed what little saliva her dry throat could produce, panting for water. The brutes.
Daedrapulse had always been a simpleton but an observant simpleton, nonetheless. "Serpentwire? Don't you think we should go back up to ground. It's starting to reek down here."
"Shut up! You want to alert the entire forest above with your incessant whining? 'I'm tired! My pads hurt!'" she mimicked, sticking her tongue out at him. It would have been comical had it been warranted under different circumstances.
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Post by pic on May 14, 2009 16:27:55 GMT -5
quick question, are these cats the ones being rped from outside the underground dens??
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Post by seren on May 14, 2009 19:09:09 GMT -5
ooc: Every cat that Dragon's rping right now is on the surface above the tunnels; they don't know what's going on. Below the surface is every cat that I'm roleplaying atm.
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Post by pic on May 15, 2009 16:46:23 GMT -5
oh okay. that makes sense then. I'll just rp the cats that are belowground for now then...
Rosewhisper shuddered. The cold ground seeped into her bones and made them stiff, no sunshine streamed into where they stayed imprisoned. Rosewhisper had tried to use her powers, but they were no use belowground -- the only few roots she could move were ones that we too small. Besides, Rosewhisper was already too weak from no food.
Icepaw's powers didn't benefit much to their underground world. He had tried to heal Rosewhisper and himself, but he couldn't do much for their hunger and tiredness. They could hear voices coming from somewhere else in the caves, but they couldn't tell where excactly they came from or if the two Legendclan cats would be able to reach them.
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Post by dragon on May 15, 2009 21:35:07 GMT -5
SoftenedOak was extreamly worried. Starclan had not told him about his clans' disapereance, nor what eh was supposed to do. His eyes - already distant looking, milky - looked at teh earth, as if he could see through it. He wished he could. Though, he could feel slight vibrations, like earthquakes of no strength that rippeled under the ground. Like something was moving around. He didn't tell Blister, she was often with her lover, and he doubted that she wanted to hear about his worries. He turned to Unicorndream.
She listened to him intently. His words spilled out of him, and her eyes watched as he seemed to shrink as the words came faster and faster. All the 'what - if's' and 'why's kept his lips busy. Likewise, she was busy answering his questions with an erie calm. When he was done, tears leaked from his eyes, and spilled onto the dry earth. She stood, and turned to make her way from the camp. She was tierd of sititng around. What he told her was more than enough. It all ligned up. They HAD to find everyone.
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Post by seren on May 15, 2009 22:23:54 GMT -5
"Remember this date. Remember this date," Slivermoon was found muttering to herself in a rhythmic chant when Serpentwire passed by to deliver her daily insults. Her words echoed and bounced off of the cave walls. Her tone grew more and more frantic and frenzied with each shallow breath she took. She grew louder, her last ounce of rebellion shining through; Serpentwire was not amused.
Hissing, the blind she-cat spun around from Littlekit's enclosure to glare furiously out at the battered silver she. "What do you think you're doing?" She sat on her haunches, licking her lips, waiting for a response. Slivermoon's temerity would cost Serpentwire her power, she feared. Deciding to take immediate action, she called upon her brother to watch over her.
Analyzing the prisoner, he decided that she was mentally fit enough to have him enter her cell. Once inside, he initiated the daily ritual; two drops of venom and a bite to the gullet, not sharp enough to kill but potent enough to knock her out. He readied his mouth and prepared to dig in, hoping that she would at least try to fight back. As he leaned in, a gentle protesting voice rang out clearly from the cell opposite; "Daedrapulse! Please! I can give you what you want!"
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Post by dragon on May 16, 2009 21:31:53 GMT -5
"Where do you think they were comming from?" Unicorndream asked SoftenedOak over her shoulder. SoftenedOak was talking to Symphoniapaw and Blister. He was talking in hushed tones, but she colud hear him clearly, havig heard the same words before form him and reconizing them. Blister stood and looked at the sky. The expression of her face was mixed, uncertianty with worry. Her eyes set, and the worry won the fight in her heart. She nodded at Softenedoak. Symphoniapaw jumped up. "You're not going anywhere without me," he almost growled at her. Softenedoak looked at Unicorndream. "Where are they comming from? I don't know, they aren't strong here." The bright red she-cat with sparking paws led teh way out of camp, a deadly-set look in her jaws that matched the determination in her grass green eyes.
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Post by seren on May 16, 2009 22:50:03 GMT -5
Groaning, Daedrapulse swiveled his head back to find the source of disturbance. Snorting, his eyes flickered toward the miniscule kit. "Runt, what do you want?" Despite his greeting and cruel nickname for the kit, he had to admit that he had grown quite fond of Littlekit over the past few days.
Pressing his face to the nettle tightened into a kind of wire barricade that closed him off from escape, Littlekit closed his eyes and willed himself not to wail. Pushing with all of his might, he waited for his skin to tear. The flesh peeled, and he made sure to moan as loudly as he could and to draw enough blood to attract the masochist. "Daedrapulse. I can mar you. I can give you satisfaction. If you give me something to sharpen my claws on, I can run one down your spine, where it'll hurt the most. You know your sister isn't going to let you injure yourself. She envies you, that you alone get to reap the benefits of self-injury." He waited to see how his words would affect the tom.
Eyes alight, the tom took several steps back from Slivermoon and looked down at the dirt floor. Considering his options, he let his uncontrollable lust get the best of him. "I'm coming in," he announced, a grand gesture of his lust. Unfortunately, they would be the last words he would ever utter.
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Post by pic on May 21, 2009 17:36:56 GMT -5
Rosewhisper heard someone approaching (this is going to be some random made up character I'm making up right now ) and sighed. At least Evilclan was feeding them, but it was only just enough to keep them alive. It was a new cat, one Rosewhisper didn't recognize. He was small and silvery-grey. He padded over with a limp to where the Legendclan cat's cage was and dropped two small mice; it landed in a heavy thud. The tom cat glanced up at them and then turned around to walk away. "Crookedpaw," Icepaw mewed. The apprentice flicked his ears, but kept walking. "Crookedpaw, come here," the Legendclan cat's voice was full of strength and authority. "I don't have to listen to you," mumbled the other cat. "I can heal that limp," Icepaw smirked when Crookedpaw finally stopped. "Why would you care?" "Crookedpaw...we were," Icepaw paused. "friends once." Crookedpaw reared up on him. He hissed through the cage. "We were not friends. We never will be and never were..." he trailed off as he realized that the room was getting misty. "Cut it out!" Rosewhisper could see the fear in Crookedpaw's eyes. Slowly, the room was filled with fog; Rosewhisper could hardly see her paws. Suddenly, Icepaw touched her nose with his and she could see. "Shh," he whispered. Rosewhisper could see Crookedpaw cowering against the cave wall; his eyes wide. "Stop it!" he yelled.
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