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Post by Tiger on Jul 13, 2009 14:34:25 GMT -5
Flamestar was the most horrible, dispicable, idiotic, piece of fox dung that Silverblood ever had the displeasure of having to look at. The leader's scarred pelt didn't reflect his personality at all, and the way the Clan was turning, well, it would be easier to say that Evilclan was no longer evil. The son of Demonstar had a sinking suspicion that most of the other clans had forgotten about the vicious tenancies of Evilclan.
And it ticked him off.
The black tom stalked around the darkened camp of those against their kind leader, tail tip flicking in half thought. His mother, Nightblood, his niece, Infernowind, it was only a matter of time until their plan came into effect. Then Evilclan would have a rightful leader, one who would be able to bring back the terror of their name, and send the clan back into the paws of Deathclan. The tom didn't want to bring in outside help, but maybe he could use some of the more vicous loners to his advantage. Or even trick some Legendclan cats. There were possibilities.
He shrugged off that idea, shaking his pelt and licking a paw. "Whatever is decided, Evilclan shall be what it once was, if not better."
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Post by seren on Jul 13, 2009 22:34:55 GMT -5
A whirlwind rushed through the EvilClan entrance and into the clearing. The harried Auburnpaw had just barely escaped the crumbling underground tunnel structure that Serpentwire had worked to construct in LegendClan. Shuddering, he was utterly traumatized from the experience; he had been forced against his will to fight sick and starved cats. There was no way that he could honorably defeat a group of cats that were already at a vastly unfair disadvantage. Searching for someone to inform, he spotted Silverblood. Heart pounding, he dipped his head in respect as he perched at his feet.
"Silverblood," he gasped out. "Serpentwire, Daedrapulse, the rest of the Clan... They've all gone to LegendClan. It's under siege, and we had them in captivity for a while, but they're escaping, and everyone's fighting..." Blinking, there was a new emotion that filled the young apprentice--glee. Could his evil nature finally be emerging? Part of him hoped so, and part of him hoped not.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 14, 2009 13:37:24 GMT -5
Silverblood glanced down at the younger cat, tail bushed out and ears pinned back agaisnt his head from the wind pressure pushing against his pelt from the whirlwind. He listened to Auburnpaw's words, not quite sure about what he was hearing. Legendclan had gotten loose? That poor apprentice had no idea how badly Silverblood was going to take the news. The black tom snarled, swiping one paw at the smaller cat.
"What?! What kind of mousebrained fool would set those Legendclan cats free?!" He towered over Auburnpaw, lips drawn back and a growl coming from his throat. "I'm surrounded by complete morons!" snarled Silverblood. "Who was in charge of this?" once he found out, oh Silverblood would make them pay. Evilclan couldn't risk losing any cats, not when they had to focus on the goody-goody Flamestar.
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Post by seren on Jul 14, 2009 13:44:33 GMT -5
Trembling, the tom dipped his head, not daring to meet Silverblood's eyes. "LegendClan escaped mostly on their own. It's all Daedrapulse's fault, though. He was the last one in the cell quarters with the Clan; you know how much he loves physical pain. We think that he might've freed one of them in the promises of getting beaten up. And I-I don't rightly know who's in charge. I was just called in to fight them off."
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Post by Tiger on Jul 14, 2009 13:56:05 GMT -5
'What kind of idiot falls for a trick like that?!" Silverblood turned, fur on end and ready to tear apart the first thing that crossed his path other than the apprentice. He paced, turning one way only to pause and turn the other, trying to think of what to do. He wasn't the leader, no, but Flamestar wouldn't want to deal with something like this. Nor would the leader give out the proper punishment. A big screw up like this, it was horrible.
"Who were the warriors that first went, who came up with the idea?" If he could figure out this, Silverblood would make sure to make an example out of them. Though he wasn't leader, the tom cared about Evilclan too much to allow this to continue. Before worrying about the other clans, they had to worry about the idiotic leader ruining Evilclan.
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Post by seren on Jul 14, 2009 14:02:51 GMT -5
"I honestly don't know. Everyone just started flowing out of the dens one night to listen to some she-cat speak; it was too dark to see her face. She said that we were going to take what was rightfully ours or something like that. Once we got there, we fought them until they were forced to surrender to our will. Daedrapulse was too caught up with the promise of self-mutilation to do anything. Whoever's in charge is going on a killing spree, though."
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Post by Tiger on Jul 14, 2009 14:18:06 GMT -5
"Take me to where they're fighitng," growled Silverblood. Evilclan did not need Legendclan wanting revenge on them. That wasn't something the tom wished to have hanging over camp. Not when they needed their strength focused elsewhere. "Take me now so I can put and end to this annoying spat." Though he hated the idea, it might take an apology to get Legendclan off of Evilclan's back and minding their own business again. Prideful in his own way, that was the last thing Silverblood wanted. But, if it would help his cause, he was willing to just this once.
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Post by seren on Jul 15, 2009 15:35:24 GMT -5
Saying no more, the loyally treasonous apprentice led the way to LegendClan territory. He found that he didn't have to strain to catch whiff of anything. All around them, he smelled the reek of blood, fear, hatred, and determination. Once inside of the enemy's territory, he shrank into himself, feeling a bit wary. Taking a deep breath, he located the hole that some of the freed LegendClan cats had dug. "Down here," he whispered quietly, as if to himself. Gesturing with his tail, he stepped back to make room for the ambitious tom.
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