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Post by Shells on May 28, 2012 18:55:53 GMT -5
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Pausing to mark a boundary with his scent, Jaggedtooth narrowed his eyes in thought and ran his tongue along the jagged edges of his broken fang. How could he convince Cedarstar to come to his senses and drive out the conniving ThunderClan cats? Never had ShadowClan shared their territory with any other Clans before, and they shouldn’t start now. The foul ThunderClan stench still clung to his pelt, making him wrinkle his nose in disgust. He would never be able to get away from those mangy cats! Turning sharply to the right, Jaggedtooth stalked toward Carrionplace, for once relieved that the stench there was so strong; maybe it could mask the ThunderClan scent that still overpowered him.
Putting one large paw carefully in front of the other, Jaggedtooth snuck carefully within the shadows and sniffed the air for any lingering prey scent. Finding prey in the marsh was now ten times harder with the additional mouths to feed and claws to fill. Why had the ThunderClan and RiverClan territories been flooded? Had StarClan perhaps meant to kill off all of the cats in those two Clans? Had they meant for ShadowClan and WindClan to rule the forest alone? Jaggedtooth’s golden tail twitched in thought. If it was StarClan’s will, Cedarstar should have let the ThunderClan cats fend for themselves. Maybe he could have sped up the process and killed them off himself. The ShadowClan leader was too soft in the heart.
As he neared the opposite side of Carrionplace, the stench was beginning to grow stronger; it didn’t smell like Carionplace’s usual foul scent—a slightly stronger death mingled with fur instead of feathers. Pricking his ears for any suspicious movements, Jaggedtooth crept forward quickly, his muscles rippling smoothly beneath his shiny brown pelt. The odor grew stronger, overpowering the large tom’s senses and making him pause to gasp in repugnance. Whatever was causing the scent had obviously been dead for quite awhile. Hopefully it’s a ThunderClan cat, Jaggedtooth thought to himself as he skated closer. His mind again wandered to the ThunderClan problem; how would he convince Cedarstar to get rid of the trespassers? A malicious smirk crossed Jaggedtooth’s maw—of course he knew the answer to this question. He knew how he would get rid of ThunderClan.
Approaching the still shape that seemed to be the source of the rancid smell, Jaggedtooth’s smile disappeared quickly. Lying in front of him in the grass was the body of a cat, red fur shining in the moonlight. Claws unsheathed and punctured the moist earth viscously. Only one thought crossed the large tom’s mind: ThunderClan would pay for what they had done! Eyes darting from side to side furiously for a sign of any other cats, Jaggedstar let out a loud yowl. Any cats residing in the marshlands would definitely hear his bellow and would come running. And if they were apart of ThunderClan, they would pay; for, lying in front of Jaggedtooth was the body of Cedarstar, ShadowClan’s fearless leader.
OCC: This is for all ShadowClan and ThunderClan cats. Cedarstar is currently the leader of ShadowClan just for this thread, and Jaggedtooth is currently the deputy. This means that up until this point the ThunderClan cats have been living with ShadowClan in their camp. This is where ShadowClan drives ThunderClan from their camp and force them to build their own. Any other threads on this site are going to be in the present, about one moon after this one. Feel free to post here with your SC and TC kitties :3 It should be a very interesting thread ^^
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Post by Jinx on May 28, 2012 21:34:20 GMT -5
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Tawnywhisker's jaws parted, scenting the air for prey. Almost at once the scent of frog swiped over the fluffy warrior. This would be good prey... Tawnywhisker thought as she spotted the frog. A mere fox-length or two away from her... a perfect distance for a clean kill. The orange ShadowClan warrior lunged at the frog and quickly ened its life with a bite to its neck. Not that ThunderClan would eat this... those picky eaters... Tawnywhisker thought with spite. ThunderClan never belonged in ShadowClan's territory. After all, if they wouldn't eat toad or frog maybe they'll chose to stave instead which was fine by Tawnywhisker. She had always despised them anyways. Now they were in the same territory it was worse, Tawnywhisker had only maintained her calm during the Gathering forstarClan's sake, but now it was different... very different. Tawnywhisker sighed as she gave herself a quick wash before digging up some prey, but a earsplitting yowl cut her off. The orange warrior jumped at the noise. She would recognize that sound anywhere, the voice of their deputy, Jaggedtooth. What in the name of StarClan happend? Tawnywhisker thought, rolling her eyes and rallied to Jaggedtooth's side. "Wha-" Tawnywhisker began, but one look told her everything. The ShadowClan warrior let out a low growl her gaze narrowed. "I'll wonder what Badgerstar will have to say to this. Those ThunderClan fleas," |
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Post by K'sariya on May 30, 2012 20:53:53 GMT -5
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The ThunderClan tom was a mostly neutral entity, whether he showed it or not. He tried not to take sides and he tried not to act unless he knew both of these sides. But above his neutrality was his loyalty to his Clan, and it was this loyalty that spurred him to do many things.
The corner of the ShadowClan camp was welcoming to him. He found the darkness of their forest and home comforting at times, though it would never amount to the brimming warmth and sense of security he had always received from being in the ThunderClan forests. Hidden in shadow, he observed the camp as they went about their daily activities. He took note of their different scents and tasks and who arrived and who departed. He found a new society to observe and learn from quite thrilling. Many glares and spiteful looks were thrown his way, but it did not sway him from his antics. He wasn't hurting anybody.
In the back of his mind, yes, he did foster a strong dislike for ShadowClan. But since their display of hospitality, they hadn't done anything major to bring out this feeling. He would never be anywhere near liking these cats, but it wasn't like he wanted to kill every cat that he saw.
His mind grazed over the list of ShadowClan cats that had came and went throughout the day. The tabby tom that he recognized as the deputy from the gatherings, Jaggedtooth, was out right now, and as were a few other cats. Among them was the auburn-furred leader, Cedarstar, and and orange she-cat, but no other individuals in particular stood out in his mind.
His body twitched slightly as the yowl reached his ears, drawing him from his sentinel-like phase. He stood, body extending as he quickly stretched his muscles. His light blue gaze did another sweep of his surroundings before he headed toward the ear-splitting sound.
Eaglestrike was on the move.
He paused at the edge of the Carrionplace, nose wrinkling with the acrid, disgusting scent of death and feathers. He opened his nose despite the terrible stench and noted a different smell in the air. He stiffened, clenching his eyes shut.
Please, StarClan, no. Please don't let it be a cat.
He pushed himself forward, dread making his paws feel excruciatingly heavy. He spotted Jaggedtooth and the one orange she-cat up ahead, and forced himself to quicken his pace. His heart sank as his sapphire gaze fell upon the body at their paws.
StarClan, why?
His optics widened with terror, and he took a startled step back. Could it be? Was it? His mind processed this sudden change of events quickly as he tried to figure out what he should do. If he tried to defend his Clan now, they would assume they were guilty. He couldn't have that. He couldn't compromise his Clan in such a manner.
Eaglestrike lowered his head respectfully, breathing in the stale scent of Cedarstar's cold pelt from a tail-length or so away, not daring to come any closer.
"May his journey to StarClan be peaceful..." he murmured softly, voice barely audible as his lids lowered over his eyes. A sigh passed between his lips, and the silver tom lowered his haunches to the ground, unspoken pity flooding his mind. He did not dare express this emotion, though; he knew how much ShadowClan resented not only him, but his pity, as well. Pity would do nothing for anybody, anyway.
His eyes reopened, void of emotion, as he lifted his head. His countenance was gentle, but void of the pity that had plagued his mind only moments ago. He did not speak, and instead waited for one of the other two felines before him to do so.
Behold, for I approach. {action} "Hark, and allow my lyrics to flow into your ears." {speech} I am my own prison, closing the cell doors of my mind. {thought}
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Post by Jeopardy on May 31, 2012 15:52:44 GMT -5
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The day passed and a lobe tom lay out beneath a pine tree, his tail curled around his body and his head in his paws. The tom known as Coaltail for the pure black tail that contrasted his pure white pelt, rarely slept within the walls of ShadowClan's camp. He had enough trouble staying within the ground of ShadowClan territory, but this was where he had to be. He needed to be here for his Clan and he would never leave them, no matter what happened to them. It was just that the camp...it was too difficult for him. he had once admired the Clan more than he had his own Clan - a fact that he never said aloud anymore. But every now and again he would catch glimpses of the two warriors that invaded his Clan's territory before the flood and had tried to kill him - two toms that he had once believed to be his friends.
The flood.
Behind his closed eyelids, memories of that day came flooding to his mind: the yowls of his Clan-mates, the frantic attempt to get everyone from every den rounded up and shepherded out safely. The scared, gloomy gazes of his Clan-mates at the thought that the home that their Clan had lived in for as long as anyone could remember may well end with them...some things a tom would never forget, no matter how much he might want to. They lost more than a few Clan-mates that day and if ShadowClan hadn't allowed them - reluctantly - to stay within their territory, they would have lost even more by now. No matter how much he hated the other Clan for what those two warriors had done for him, he had to give them and StarClan at least a few tokens of his thanks.
Though, he wasn't sure how much of that he was actually willing to deliver.
A loud yowl broke through the walls of is thoughts and the tom's ears flickered as his eyes opened. The tom looked in the direction where the yowl had come from and let out a sigh. Whatever this is, it can't be good. Sighing, the tom got to his paws slowly and shook his thick pelt. He was in no hurry, that much was obvious, because even though he had only been with the other Clan for a short time, he would recognize the deputy's yowl anywhere...it's not like he ever showed much grace to ThunderClan and if it concerned the deputy, Coaltail wanted little to nothing to do with whatever was going on...but he was curious, even a little bit, to see what in StarClan's name was making him cause such a ruckus.
So, he walked.
When he got within view, he saw three felines: two of ShadowClan and one of his own. he strained his mind to remember the name of the she-cat ShadowClan warrior and faintly remembered the name Tawnywhisker, but there was little reason for him to know such a name. He went to stand beside his fellow warrior, glad that the numbers were equal at least now and then looked to where the eyes of the others were trained: right onto the body of the leader of ShhadowClan.
Coaltail's eyes narrowed at the body. Too bad, he thought to himself the same time he heard Eaglestrike mutter under his breath, "May his journey to StarClan be peaceful...." The warrior's eyes flashed in the direction of the other warrior and he felt his claws unsheathe into the dirt, but he forced himself to stay calm and sheathed them once more. He looked down at the body of the fallen leader, wondering what could have killed the tom. His eyes after a moment, trained on the deputy of ShadowClan - the tom that would now be in charge of the fate of ThunderClan. The scent of death was overpowering and he wondered how he had not noticed it sooner, but that wasn't what he was worried about: he was worried about what Jaggedtooth would believe...and what he would do.
He looked at Eaglestrike and mewed softly to the other warrior, "Should we even be here? It's their leader, not ours...," and you never know what they might do with their grief if a ThunderClan feline is around to witness it. Honestly, he didn't trust a single hair on a ShadowClan warrior's pelt anymore and he didn't want to be anywhere near the clan when word got around about the leader - he especially didn't want to be here now with the deputy. But, if the deputy started a fight there was no way he was going to object. In a way, he had been waiting a long time to make a ShadowClan warrior bleed for all the pain he had been caused in his life - whether it was the fault of the individual warrior or not.
Behold, for I approach. {action} "Hark, and allow my lyrics to flow into your ears." {speech} I am my own prison, closing the cell doors of my mind. {thought}
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Post by winnie on Jun 1, 2012 8:49:06 GMT -5
. . . . . ashenfur . . . . . the overwhelming stench of thunderclan was making the tom's head dizzy. the familiar safety he usually got from the shadowclan camp was stripped as he spotted all the tree-hugging thunderclanners stroll around in his camp. not only was it uncomfortable for him, it was just wrong. on so many accounts. ashenfur grumbled and groaned from where he sat perched on a rock by the warriors' den. he thought he could escape the repulsive smell of thunderclan from up here, but alas he was still plagued by it. it wasn't just the smell, it was the actual sight of them in his camp, on his territory, walking around with wary gazes. like he was going to kill them on the spot.
which was a tempting thought.
the large, fluffy tom stood, unable to take it anymore. he felt restless and squirmy, surrounded by the disease aka thunderclan. he pushed his way through the camp entrance and padded deep into shadowclan territory, inhaling the familiar scent of marshes and pine trees. he made his way to the border that used to stand between shadowclan and thunderclan, stopping to renew it just for the sake of it. his haunting yellow eyes gazed upon thunderclan territory, or what was left of it. it was practically submerged in water, an unsettling sight. devastating, really.
if you were thunderclan.
he plopped himself on his haunches, underneath the shadow of a towering pine tree. it was a calm day, the forest not as lively as it used to be, but still lovely. most of the prey had been scared away, but the marshes were still plentiful. he smiled, thinking of the first day he brought back prey since the thunderclanners moved in. he dropped a frog at the paws of two thunderclan warriors, watching as their eyes grew twice their size and they crinkled their noses. they would have to get used to it eventually.
a slight breeze flew by and the tom closed his eyes in content, his white and black fur swaying in the wind. he stood up, surveying his pelt that was now covered in dirt and grass. he grumbled, wondering why starclan plagued him with such unruly fur. just as he was about to groom it clean, he heard something in the distance. ashenfur's head sprung up, trying to decipher what the sound was. not prey, more like a cat? his curiosity got the best of him and he began making his way to where the sound was, making sure to keep within the shadows in case of potential danger. just as he got within range of the camp entrance, a flash of white caught his attention and he slunk further in the shadows, as a white tom, thunderclan by the scent of him, strolled towards the carrionplace.
ashenfur crinkled his nose, glaring after the tom, coaltail, he believed. not like he memorized the thunderclanner's names, but the tom's peculiar pelt color earned him a spot in ashenfur's memory. he figured the sound was just a tree branch falling or some kit getting trouble, so ashenfur began making his way back to camp. as he neared the entrance, the overwhelming scent of death attacked his nostrils. oh, great. he squinted his eyes as he followed the scent back to the carrionplace, where coaltail had earlier been traveling to. suspicion grew within the shadowclan warrior.
the first thing he saw was jaggedtooth and tawnywhisker, both his clanmates looking furious. he spotted coaltail and another thunderclan warrior, wondering what in starclan was going on. he slunk into the clearing and padded around his clanmates, shocked at what he saw. the body of his leader, cold and lifeless. he halted beside tawnywhisker, staring at cedarstar in shock. how could this have happened? his mind instantly flew to thunderclan and he glanced up at the two warriors, his striking yellow eyes narrowing to slits. [/size] . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Post by ~Songsoul on Jun 2, 2012 11:11:22 GMT -5
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Sparrowfoot sighed as she rose from her place in the den that Shadowclan had so generously provided for the Thunderclan cats when they had begged for a place to stay. The world was peaceful this morning, but it wasn't the same as the old Thunderclan camp had been. To say the least, It was considerably grayer. Only a ray of sunshine pierced the clouds. But over the last moon she had gotten used to this, as well the smell of Shadowclan, much different than Thunderclan's. And, Sparrowfoot had found that she was starting to smell a lot like them, too. Not to mention that she was developing a bit of a crush on Jaggedtooth... But she knew it was forbidden, so she always forced herself to start thinking of another cat whenever she started daydreaming about him. She yawned and was just about to head out to go hunt a little for the clans when a loud yowl reached her ears. Instantly her blue eyes bolted fully open and she gasped in horror as she recognized the voice. It was Jaggedtooth! What if he was in trouble? She bolted toward the camp exit, just in time to see Eaglestrike, a fellow clanmate, disappear through it. How Ironic that he always had better reflexes than me. Her heart pounded louder as she pushed through the tunnel and she dove through the brush toward the sound, after Eaglestrike. With a jolt she realized that the yowl had come from the Carrionplace. OH NO! She thought desperately, and pushed herself on harder. Her sides were heaving with effort, and her breath came in huge gasps. She was so tired already! She hadn't run like this in moons. But this was Jaggedtooth at stake here! Her feelings told her that she needed to hurry. For him. Sparrowfoot passed several cats that were also heading toward the same place, but they seemed not to notice her. Honestly, she didn't notice them either. Scenarios swept through her head, each one worse than the last. Jaggedtooth, dead on the ground. Jaggedtooth, lying in a growing pool of blood. Jaggedtooth, killed... The thought was too much to bear. No. I'm being too pessimistic. Jaggedtooth would never fall in battle! If nothing else, his huge ego would keep him alive... With a jolt she realized that she had arrived. She pulled up next to Coaltail, and the first thing that met her eyes after that was the big Abyssinian tom she had come to love. With a relief she realized that he was not bleeding nor hurt in any way. Praise Starclan! But then she saw the body. So that was why Jaggedtooth's yowl had been so angry, yet desperate at the same time. It wasn't him. Cedarstar was the one who was dead. Sparrowfoot couldn't hold back a shocked exclamation. "Starclan!" She gasped, and her eyes began to tear up. Who had been stupid, arrogant, mean, enough to have done this? From the looks that were going around the clearing it was obvious that everyone thought the perpetrator had been a Thunderclan cat. And all of a sudden, for the first time in her life, Sparrowfoot became so angry she felt like her eyes or paws were going to catch on fire. Why had this have to happen?! Shadowclan, in particular Cedarstar, had been so kind to Thunderclan, giving them shelter and letting them hunt prey when their territory was as good as a swamp! She knew that she owed each and every cat her life. Who would be cruel enough to do this?!?! Glancing up again at Jaggedtooth, she sighed and searched his handsome yellow eyes. They were filled with hate and spite. Knowing him, she was pretty sure that she would have to be wading through water in a few minutes. "I... I'm so sorry," She whispered and bent her head in respect to the new leader and the old. "May Jaggedstar live long and be strong."
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Post by REX on Jun 2, 2012 11:39:36 GMT -5
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[/font][/div] We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more [/color][/font][/div] the shadowclan apprentice didn't mind having the thunderclan cats near their territory- well, she means, more cats to play with. and to talk to. the apprentice never under stood why the clans hated each other- they were all just cats anyways. the tabby slid out of the den and into the cold air. it seemed to signal something- a shift in opinion perhaps? direction? feelings?
thistlepaw was a talker. she wasn't a thinker- but she was observant. at least starclan gave her that trait. and she knew that tension was in the air because of the way the cats held themselves. the camp was slowly draining out- becoming emptier as she shook her head to wake up. her bright amber eyes fastened on a warrior, and she followed him into the carrionplace. the rot of dead rats and food filled up her nose as she looked around to see what everyone was staring at- who everyone was staring at.
she made her way to the front, her little body allowed her to maneuver throughout the little cracks. a dead body. at first, she thought it was a rogue's. or a loner's. but as she walked closer, the scent of her clan flooded over her- it was very familiar too. she could've identified it from anywhere:
cedarstar.
her grief flooded over her like new snow. it was numbing her every muscle. she didn't really know her leader that well- but he was compassionate. nice. someone you could look up to. someone who would go out of his own way to speak to anyone and everyone. someone who thistlepaw could aspire to grow up to be.
oh. dear starclan.
the apprentice wasn't usually speechless, but this was one of the rare times when he tongue was frozen solid. she couldn't do anything. she couldn't say anything and her mind was foggy. she didn't know what to do. and instead, she just stood there. looking at the dead body, watching the blood pulse out of the once warm heart, while thinking to herself on how. how could anyone do this? how could thunderclan do this?
it wasn't in her nature to go blaming others. but this time, she couldn't stop herself putting the blame on the wood-warriors who thought they were so much better than anyone else. the flood had crippled them, they must have been jealous of their territory. they must have been stupid and greedy and they must have wanted to take over- that's why they would do something like this.
her eyes grew wide as she spun around to look at the thunderclan cats- equally in shock. and the apprentice stopped. her mind started to think again and she began to feel a thistle of guilt in her heart at how easily she accused them. they were nice warriors, nice cats, nice hearts. the warrior code forbade killing another cat without reason. they wouldn't just break the warrior code like that. would they?
she thought. perhaps it wasn't their doing.. but who's could it be? thistlepaw looked up at jaggedtooth, his own eyes hard. and her clanmates as equally angry and accusing. her eyes softened as she landed on the thunderclan warriors, she knew that they would be blamed for what had happened. and there wasn't anything that could stop that. [/left] thunderclan and shadowclan. 542 words. pretty bad, it'll get better. [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] TEMPLATE BY KHRISTIAN OF CAUTION 2.0, LYRICS BY MODEST MOUSE[/center]
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Post by REX on Jun 2, 2012 12:15:34 GMT -5
[style=height: 5px;] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -5px; color: 232D54; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; line-height: 25px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left:1px; text-align: left;]tonight i wanna turn my head off AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the she-cat didn't mind living on shadowclan territory, the dark edges of the marshes seemed to grow on her. like a shadow. as long as she was away from those riverclan, fish-loving cats, she'd be fine. she'd grow used to the way the sun never rose, how the ground squished with every paw step she took, and the way that there was no green growing around here. the only green that she would be able to see would be what was left of her own territory. and the flowers that grew out next to the thunderpath. stormfire didn't mind, beauty was something that she couldn't appreciate anymore. something that she couldn't call herself anymore. beauty, a forbidden word that other cats threw around, was no longer beautiful. it was ugly. a curse.
the half-clan warrior was not trusted by the own members of her clan. shadowclan didn't trust her either. anywhere she went, she was only perceived as hostile. someone who wasn't worthy of anything more than an acknowledgment, a nod of the head. a small hello. most of the other cats were weary of her, they didn't want to speak to her. and stormfire was not fine with that. but there wasn't much she could do. she could speak out, protest, but the other cats wouldn't trust her.
trust. it was a funny thing. she had won the clan's trust before when she had kittens. except, those kittens were the only thing that she loved. and they were half riverclan as well. like her. the poor babies, died from the lack of food that winter. the water had begun to flood their territory, and they had to move- fast. shadowclan had decided to take them in. and many were thankful, others were bitter. and stormfire? she was indifferent. she couldn't care more or less.
but the shadows were growing on her, and she hoped that she was growing on them as well. the silver she-cat got out of the camp, and she felt her eyes adjust to the darkness. it wasn't easy, but she could adapt. adaptation was something that every cat could do. sooner or later, her bright blue eyes would be another set of eyes in the marshes, not a stranger's that stood out. she would become one of them.
stormfire heard something, her ears pricked up and she walked over, the air gliding over her pelt as she took a deep breath in and out. something wasn't right, and she knew by the way that her clanmates were on one side, and the shadowclanners were on the other. not that it didn't happen, the tensions between the two clans were high, and she wouldn't blame either one of them. it had never happened before, and the water wasn't going anywhere.
she saw the dead, limp body of the leader- shadowclan's, and her mouth grew open wide. her eyes got bigger and her claws sunk into the ground, trying to stand up. her legs were becoming weaker and she looked over at coaltail and eaglestrike, confusion clouding her vision as she saw the hostility in the other clan.
what in starclan's name?
was all she could manage to get out. she was confused, and uneasy. grief-stricken warriors could do anything. especially to cats who didn't belong there. she stepped back, letting the shadowclanners have their space. and she looked to the deputy with only genuine grief in her eyes. she knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. someone who meant the world to you. and losing a leader was never easy. especially along these dark times.
he was a great leader. the forest will mourn his death along with you.
608 words. thunderclan and shadowclan.
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Post by K'sariya on Jun 2, 2012 15:49:50 GMT -5
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They stared at him as if he were guilty.
No, not just him. Past the overpowering scent of ShadowClan cats moving into their direct proximity, he could smell Coaltail, and in the slightly near distance, Sparrowfoot, who was approaching (if he wasn't mistaken). His ear flicked as Coaltail's inquiry reached his auds.
"He may have been their leader, but he was also that cat that took us into their territory... Respect for should be our first reflex." Eaglestrike saw the cold, hard truth behind Coaltail's reasoning, and already dreaded the moment he would have to face it. It could be in seconds, minutes, hours. But not anything more than that. ShadowClan was already placing the blame on his Clan. He could feel it. The tension was growing, crackling through the air like dry, spiteful static. He felt like he was suffocating, but did not show it.
The silver-furred warrior tilted his head slightly at the respects that Sparrowfoot paid. His azure gaze flicked to the deputy, and now the leader, of ShadowClan. Wasn't he the one who didn't want them here? He said nothing, though, and nothing in his gaze or features betrayed his worry.
He found no reason to speak, so he did not. He turned his sights back to the body before him, and then found himself unable to pull away from it.
Why? How could someone do this?
He knew that there were plenty of ThunderClan cats that disliked... no, despised ShadowClan and every cat in it. But they were hardly murderers, especially after such hospitality was shown to them, no matter how bitter the residents of their new home could be. Did anyone in ThunderClan have the capability of showing such outright dishonor?
But what about Jaggedtooth? Or Jaggedstar, as he would now be dubbed? Didn't he not like the decision of Cedarstar to take in their Clan? Eaglestrike was almost absolutely certain that he was against them living in their territory, invading their space, even though it was not like they had much of an alternative. Sure, they could have just let ThunderClan die, but StarClan had made it clear that the forest must have five Clans (including StarClan themselves).
If a cat like Jaggedstar thought that they shouldn't be there, it was likely that more would share the same opinion, possibly with even more spite. Couldn't it have been a ShadowClan cat? Could it have been Jaggedstar himself in some way? Could it have been part of an elaborate plot created by Jaggedstar or some other furious cat of his Clan to rid themselves of the nuisance they knew as ThunderClan?
Calm down, Eaglestrike, he breathed in his mind, chiding himself for letting his thoughts get so out of control. He focused on the cats around them again to see that ThunderClan was still outnumbered in the growing congregation that they had formed.
This wasn't going to be pretty.
Badgerstar, we need you...
Behold, for I approach. {action} "Hark, and allow my lyrics to flow into your ears." {speech} I am my own prison, closing the cell doors of my mind. {thought}
Word Count | 479 Muse | 8/10 OOC | Thought I would go ahead in post again since four or five cats have joined in, and because it's mostly musings and a reply to Coaltail. ^^;
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Post by Stoney on Jun 2, 2012 20:48:21 GMT -5
Brightstar! _______________________________________________________________________
Pale blue eyes flickered around in Shadowclan camp, watching the clear division between Thunderclan and Shadowclan. Her cats kept to one side, ate, slept, talked and dreamed. Had it come to this, her clan forced to live on the kindness of another, their hearts still ravaged by the waters of the twolegs. So many warrior they'd lost, even their medicine cat had been killed. None had stepped up to fulfill that role. She hadn't the heart to watch a Shadowclan medicine cat heal her wounds. She had to be strong for her clan. Cedarstar was kind enough to let them live here, but still for a strong leader to be in debt, to be depended upon another clan for help. It tore at her. Brightstar sighed heavily. At least they were alive, a few coughs and broken bones among her clan. They couldn't go back to bury their dead however, they were left floating on the water.
Jaggedtooth. He was a devil, Brightstar wasn't very smart but her gut feelings disliked the tom. He was always watching the Thunderclan cats as if they were going to do something wrong, of course that could just be him being a deputy. Then again without the protection of Cedarstar who knew how long it would take for Shadowclan to force them out. There had always been a long standing hatred between the two clans, something that Brightstar never bothered to fix. She enjoyed the hostility between the two, she loved the dawn before the storm. The tension soothed her feisty temper. But now living in the same land it became much more difficult to maintain the feud between the two.
Suddenly cats began to leave the camp, a cry in the night awakened her from her perch. Pale red fur ruffled in a sudden breeze carrying the faintest scent of death. Her heavy paws followed several warriors out into Shadowclan territory including her own. Many cats were already in the carrionplace where the scent of death was heavy. A cat's scent. Curiosity sparked in her eyes, who'd died here? And why were there so many of her own cats here, Coaltail, Eaglestrike. Then a familiar scent hit her, a kind and helpful cat was dead. Cedarstar, the only wall supporting Thunderclan's arrival in this territory. She shoved herself past the other cats, this was a matter for a leader. Eyes barely glanced at Jaggedtooth as she pawed the dead body of Cedarstar. This changed things. So very very much.
"We are sorry for your loss, he was a great cat." Staring with cold fury at Jaggedtooth, feeling anger at the loss of a leader. She couldn't be sure how he died, but it was a tragic way for a leader to die. Not surrounded by his clan, or in a battle but alone in a wasteland of crows and twolegs trash. "Thunderclan will help support the clan in your time of trouble." She said without thinking, not realizing a cat could take is as an insinuation of mockery. It was out of kindness desiring to support a clan that had helped them. A way to be out of their debt. However at the same time she was terrified for her clan, what was going to happen to them now? Jaggedtooth would become leader and he was never supportive of sharing his territory. Thunderclan's fate was on the edge of a knife. _______________________________________________________________________
OOC// Badger's name is now Brightstar, sorry guys she changed her appearance and name
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Post by Shells on Jun 8, 2012 17:26:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/4407/jagmid2.png] At the sound of his yowl, cats began to appear from all sides, forming a circle around Cedarstar’s body. The first cat to arrive was of ShadowClan, but the next few that followed carried the scent of ThunderClan. Jaggedtooth scrunched his nose in disgust at the strong scent that the ThunderClan cats seemed to be able to retain, even though they had been living in ShadowClan territory for a few moons now. Growing steadily more furious as the cats continued to congregate, Jaggedtooth’s face contorted into an angry grimace and a growl rumbled deep within him. The ShadowClan cats one by one gathered around him, while the approaching ThunderClan cats gathered on the other side of the body—a clear division between the two Clans.
Jaggedtooth swung his large, brown head from side to side to examine the cats as they assembled. The ShadowClan cats that gathered looked on with horror and sadness, most of them unable to find the words to speak. As the ThunderClan cats approached, most of them uttered their respects to the deceased leader. Tawnywhisker, Ashenfur, and Thistlepaw were the first few cats to gather around him from ShadowClan; two of them were she-cats and one of them was an apprentice. Eaglestrike, Coaltail, Sparrowfoot, and Stormfire of ThunderClan had gathered on the other side of the leader’s body, all looking on nervously, as if they expected to be blamed for the murder. This made it all the more suspicious.
They were evenly matched—four from ShadowClan and four from ThunderClan. Where were the rest of the ThunderClan cats? Jaggedtooth wanted to make sure they all were here for this. Of course, ThunderClan had been lacking in members ever since the flood. Cedarstar hadn’t wanted to take advantage of their weakness, but Jaggedtooth knew better; if they waited too long for ThunderClan to be restored to normal, they would take advantage of ShadowClan’s hospitality and perhaps even try to take over their territory. Something had to be done before it was too late.
But where was Brightstar? In order to fully execute his plan, he required the ThunderClan leader’s presence. As if on cue, Jaggedtooth spotted the bright ginger pelt of the ThunderClan leader as she hurried toward the gathered cats and pushed her way to the front, peering at Jaggedtooth from across the other side of Cedarstar’s body. “We are sorry for your loss, he was a great cat. ThunderClan will help support the Clan in your time of trouble.” Jaggedtooth narrowed his mottled green eyes at the opposing leader. Who did she think she was, speaking to him as if he was a pathetic little kit who had just lost his mother? He was the deputy of ShadowClan and he would replace Cedarstar as leader, taking over the responsibilities of the position with full confidence. Leaders dying was a part of Clan life; what made Brightstar so arrogant as to assume he needed her help at all? ShadowClan was just as strong as ever, if not stronger; Jaggedtooth was now leader.
Thorn-sharp claws unsheathing into the ground, Jaggedtooth turned a hard gaze on Brightstar, burning in fiery. “ShadowClan is just as strong as it has ever been. We do not need the assistance of the weak Clan that we have been aiding back to strength for the past few moons.” His voice was rising above the noises of the night, booming ferociously across the assembled cats. “I am perfectly capable of leading my own Clan.”
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Post by K'sariya on Jun 8, 2012 21:38:19 GMT -5
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Eaglestrike would have been perfectly content to sit there and not even make any other comment. It would have suited his quiet nature. He would have joined in the group distress, the group panic, the group everything else without objection and without an outburst that would draw too much attention to him. But such blatant accusations set Eaglestrike off. He found it absolutely necessary to speak; to defend his Clan's honor.
As Jaggedtooth leaped, so did he. His muscles bunched under his silver tabby pelt as he lunged to defend his leader, moving to intercept the dark cat's attack. Whether he hit his mark or not, though there wasn't much room to dodge when Jaggedtooth had already been in mid-air, he moved back as he landed, light on his paws and muscles tensed as he prepared for anything, senses tuned to everything around him.
"Jaggedtooth!" he yowled for all to hear. "You blame us so easily! If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were trying to divert the attention off of your own Clan! You yourself did not agree with Cedarstar's choice! Others may have, too!" He did not care if they would be appalled at him indirectly accusing ShadowClan. In fact, he would clear that up right now. "Why would ThunderClan kill the cat that saved us? We are the ones that are grateful! And yet most of your Clan despises the decision!" He paused, but it was very brief. "I am not saying one of your cats did it, just as you should not say that it was one of ours! Now how about we stop pointing paws like sniveling kits and calmly go about figuring out who killed Cedarstar like the warriors and grown, mature cats that we're supposed to be!" He panted slightly from his uncharacteristic monologue, eyes narrowed.
I expected better from you, Jaggedtooth, Or did he? He wasn't sure what to expect anymore. Maybe he had just not wanted to accept the general stereotype that ShadowClan was filled with "bad" cats. But was it a stereotype if it was true, like it was proving to be?
Behold, for I approach. {action} "Hark, and allow my lyrics to flow into your ears." {speech} I am my own prison, closing the cell doors of my mind. {thought}
Word Count | 353 Muse | 8/10 OOC | WOOHOO CHILDISH ACCUSATIONS ABOUND. XDDD <3
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Post by arsenic on Jun 8, 2012 22:50:38 GMT -5
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it was disconcerting how long the feeling of unease was sticking around, and not matter how hard he tried to ignore, it would not go away. with a frustrated growl, crimsonfire redirected his body and headed back towards their refuge, shadowclans camp. with each step he took, he grimaced at the way the moss squished between his toes and the heaviness the moisture lent to him. thankfully though, shadowclans’ camp wasn’t nearly as wet and gross as their territory. it was no thunderclan camp, but it would work for their needs; hopefully for however long they needed before they could make other arrangements. the large brown tabby hoped that it wouldn’t be long; he hated being looked after.
a sharp yowl crashed through his thoughts, shattering them into tiny fragments of what they used to be. every muscle in his body tensed against his flesh, and his ears forwarded to the source. narrowing his eyes in concern, the tom cat increased his speed, haunches steadying and his powerful legs propelling him in the opposite direction of the camp. his gut had been right; something definitely was wrong. trying his best to keep on the right track in the alien territory, he slowly got his senses back about him and he knew that he was in the direction of the rat ridden carrionplace. his unease rocked him, and he had to slow to a walk as he approached the area and was overwhelmed with the scent of death.
sharp claws of terror tore their way through his gut and his heart began to pound, though his exterior stayed calm and stoic as he came around to the other side of the carrionplace and caught the unmistakable pelt of jaggedtooth. the horror in his gut quickly transformed into suspicion. was the yowl he had heard one of terror, or one of death? walking carefully, he peered at the body, all the while keeping his front to jaggedtooth, not trusting the shadowclan deputy in the least. the tom cats heart fell as he recognized that corpse that lay at the other toms feet. locking his eyes on jaggedtooth, he shook his head and backed away from the scene, lost for words against what he had seen.
moments later, other cats, both shadowclan and thunderclan filtered to the area, their reactions mixed, but most were of sadness. crimsonfire didn’t know what to feel. he hadn’t know cedarstar for long, nor had they been on good terms in any way shape or form, so he did not feel sad to see his body. disgust at the sight of him though, was the thought that came to his mind. glancing up to see tawnywhisker approach and speak to jaggedtooth. a snarl crept onto his face and he growled deeply at the accusation. thunderclans cats were noble! to think that shadowclan would actually think that one of their cats would murder an innocent cat was ludicrous. silently fuming, he observed the other cats. eaglestrike, one of thunderclan’s own, spoke the words that he should of said but wasn’t able to get out.
the sound of another familiar voice punctured his anger and his eyes found coaltail, but he missed the words that the tom spoke. it was probably better that way, for crimsonfire’s anger was coming and going in waves over tawnywhiskers comment. it was common knowledge that the tom cat had a disastrous temper that he had trouble controlling. however, the thunderclan deputy knew that this was not a situation to lose his temper in openly. with his hind end seated upon the ground, the tip of his tail flicked up and down as yet another shadowclan cat approached, whose name escaped him. he did not speak, but merely shot accusatory glares to his cats as well. bristling his lip curled some more and he rose to his feet.
sparrowfoots scent was a welcome one as he looked to see her run into the scene, and he watched her expression, and rolled his eyes in disgust as she spoke up to jaggedtooth, though he knew that she didn’t really mean it. how could anyone ever actually want the tom cat known as jaggedtooth to live long when he was clutching the fate of their entire clan in his paw? personally, the tabby wouldn’t mind if he dropped dead of some unknown cause and he would never have to look at his ugly mug again.
clouded by his own dark thoughts of digging his claws into jaggedtooths soft supple flesh he neglected to acknowledge the other cats that approached. brilliant green eyes were clouded with effort to keep his head. it was only broken by the scent of the leader that soon wafted into his nostrils. finally! he thought with irritation. nodding to brightstar’s words he strode to stand beside her when jaggedtooth’s large body immediately hardened to one of offence, angry and full of accusations. crimsonfire’s ears fell against his head and he snarled at the deputy of shadowclan. the tom didn’t scare him in the least, he was no bigger than crimsonfire and he was doubtful that his abilities as a warrior measured up to what he was able to do.
disbelief enveloped him as he listened to the words that were flooding out of the shadowclan’s mouth, dripping with venom and hatred for thunderclan. a growl of protest escaped from his maw as he stared at jaggedtooth. thunderclan was not responsible for this! his blood began to boil and with a snarl he lashed his tail furiously and turned away from the tom determined to keep his head as the deputy continued to spit accusations at his clan. turning back around, he watched as he wound up and sprung to attack brightstar who had done nothing wrong. no one here had done anything wrong! he was about to spring into action when he seen the body of eaglestrike blur his vision and yowled agreement at his words. finally opening his mouth to speak, crimsonfire spoke with anger.
“eaglestrike is right. you have no right to accuse us of something of that magnitude! no one in thunderclan would strike down the cat that gave us another chance at survival. you’re sick to think something like that.” it was hard to think clearly with the red hot rage that was pulsating through his large body. he was ready for a fight, if that’s what this little confrontation was leading to. however, he didn’t think it necessary given the compromised number of warriors for thunderclan, and the overwhelming numbers of shadowclan cats that were still healthy and stronger than ever.
even so, if they wanted a fight, crimsonfire was happy to oblige.
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Post by Jeopardy on Jun 9, 2012 16:23:09 GMT -5
BIRCHSHADOW There was nothing better, nothing more relaxing, than the smell of herbs and healing. Although there was a scent of illness that lingered in his den, the ShadowClan medicine cat hardly noticed it anymore. For some felines, this atmosphere would have been hideous, boring, and dull. But for this brown tom, lithe as he was...this was paradise. He had never been much of anything as far as bring a warrior was concerned. He had no desire to hurt others merely because he was ordered to and he never liked the fights that the Clans got into with one another - he never really saw the point to all the conflict and the idea that one should put the blame on another when the blame wasn't there's to take on. He just...he just figured there was more to the world than fighting, arguing, ans killing.
And life as a medicine cat helped him realize where he belonged.
He enjoyed the sorting, the pondering, and the calculating. He liked being left to do his own thing with only a few disturbances by the curious little kits or the warriors that were in need of an herb here or there...or by his own apprentice. He smiled at the thought of Dapplepaw, shaking his head. He still couldn't believe that he had found an apprentice that he might be able to get along with, but she seemed well enough. She was sweet and didn't seem like the warrior type. She was interested in things most felines ignored - she thinks about the things that others would rather ignore. He smiled as he nudged some the herbs closer together and when a sudden, ear-piercing yowl rolled through the air, he jumped backwards, startled out of his wits.
StarClan, what was that?
He went to the entrance to his den, looking out and noticed a couple warriors running out through the entrance and he managed to pick up one name that passed between them. Jaggedtooth. The medicine cat sighed, considering just leaving everything alone. The last thing he needed was to get caught up in something that would only mean he was in the way. But...there was something about the air, some sort of heaviness that didn't seem natural. There seemed to be an unearthly darkness that shrouded the land and it was something that, like many others, he just couldn't ignore the severity of it. Trouble rode the air like a bird, flying over you, but you could still feel it flapping it's wings, you could hear it soaring around you.
And so he went looking for the source of the trouble - a little out of character for a tom like him, but he could see no way around it.
As he padded through the forest he came upon a gathering of felines, scents mixed between ThunderClan and ShadowClan. Staring at the mass of warriors around him, he could see the horror and dread that filled the eyes of some of the warriors, both on ShadowClan and ThunderClan's side, but ThunderClan's also held what appeared to him to guarded sympathy. Some were willing to share their grief openly, others were hesitant to just because of who their company was. Curious - the one thing that could always get Birchshadow into trouble, he pushed himself forward, shouldering pass a few warriors and muttering a soft, "Excuse me." Whatever was going on, it had drawn quite the crowd and that alone should've have been a warning to the tom that it wasn't anything even close to decent.
And that's when he saw the body.
His eyes raked over the body, widening as soon as he recognized the tom as his leader. "Cedarstar," he mewed under his breath. How could have this happened? How could he not have sensed it earlier. Then again, he was only a cat - there was no-way he would've known. I an tell how many lives a leader has even if they wish not to tell the Clan, but I can't tell when they're in trouble? StarClan, what's wrong with that picture? shaking his head, he padded closer to he body until he was close enough to touch it and he pressed his nose against the cold body, his eyes closed and he mewed soft prayers under is breath for he leader to find peace in the skies with StarClan, ignoring the rumblings that went on around him.
Until the scent of Brightstar reached him and he heard the words he'd been dreading from his deputy-to-be-leader.
“ThunderClan is responsible for Cedarstar’s death. It was a cat from your Clan that murdered him!"
When the tom opened his eyes, they caught on the bite marks that were in the leader's neck. There was something strange about them, something eerily terrifying about the bite mark, but he couldn't figure out what in StarClan's name it was. It didn't look like the bite of just any normal feline, but still...shaking his head, he decided to deal with that art a later date. Right now, he needed to try and stop Jaggedtooth from doing anything stupid. But he couldn't bring himself to look up at first. Why would he want to stop the tom from doing anything? He was leader and Birchshadow was merely the medicine cat. he was just about to leave things to unfold how they wish to, until he noticed the deputy leap at the ThunderClan leader and at that moment, his head spun to stare at the tom.
He heard a couple Thunderclan warriors speak, defendin their Clan and one of them even stepped in front of their leader. "Jaggedtooth," the tom mewed softly, but loud enough for the deputy to hear. Clearing his throat, he mewed a little loud, though his voice was shaky, "Please, stop this nonsense. There is no evidence that a ThunderClan tom murdered our leader - just that something did." Frightened, the tom looked down at his paws as he mewed again, "Please, I would highly recommend as...as your medicine cat to withdraw from harming or blaming them. They've been through enough. Plus, keeping them in our clan and...and...and maybe just under close supervision and radar would allow us to actually... pinpoint the murderer if he happens to live among them easier and get the pay back that Cedarstar deserves.
Our fallen leader would not want a whole clan thrown out for the dead of one Clan...," or at least, he didn't think so. Cedarstar had allowed the Clan to stay in their camp, but the medicine cat knew he did it reluctantly, to show good faith to StarClan and the warrior Code. Would he have wanted the Clan gone? No, not like this, the medicine cat tried to tell himself. Not like this.
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Post by Jeopardy on Jun 10, 2012 11:21:11 GMT -5
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Feline after feline, some of ShadowClan and some of ThunderClan, appeared to look over the dead body of the fallen leader and the more felines that appeared, the more Coaltail felt uneasy and unsheathed his claws. He wasn't comfortable with his Clan around a mourning ShadowClan. He didn't trust the other Clan one little bit and he wouldn't be surprised if they started a battle with them at that very moment and tried to slaughter them all for absolutely no reason.
When Eaglestrike muttered back to him, his ears flickered and he looked at the warrior with hard eyes. "He may have been their leader, but he was also that cat that took us into their territory... Respect for should be our first reflex." His claws dug into the ground as his eyes bore into Jaggedtooth. "Yes, that should be our first reflex, but shouldn't we start thinking about what theirs might be? We already lost too many members of our Clan in those waters that overtook our home. We can't afford to loose anymore." and the fact is that they never wanted us to stick around. Besides, they would never grieve if one of our leaders died. Do unto those as they do unto you, correct?
The tom sighed and flickered his ears. He felt another ShadowClan feline later push him aside and he watched as the other Clan's medicine cat approached the dead body and examined it, shaking his head. For a while, felines kept leaking into the area and as the gathering hot larger and larger, his nerves were on end more and more. If this did turn into a fight, what in StarClan's name would happen? His eyes went from Jaggedtooth, then Ashenfur, then one by one to the other enemy warriors. Who would he choose to fight against first if the other Clan give any motion towards a fight.
Then the warm, familiar scent of Brighstar entered his nostrils and he looked back at his leader, nodding his head respectfully as their leader approached the crime scene. Words flowed from her mouthing soothing and respectful, though he doubted ShadowClan would even know what respect sounded like.
And then Jaggedtooth opened his mouth and spewed nothing but fox-dung. "You will leave our camp right away; ThunderClan is no longer welcome here.” The white tom snarled as he stared at the leader and listened as his Clan-mates yowled in protest against the accusations and he watched as Jaggedtooth. He was just about to stop him before he could do anything to harm a hair on their leader, but noticed Crimsonfire had already done so - fine by him, he'd take the warriors then. He'd be more than happy to sink his claws into any ShadowClan feline, no matter their ranking. They were all pieces of filthy fox-dung. Why did RiverClan get the easy way out of the trouble seen by the flood?
When Birchshadow spoke, he was a little surprised the ShadowClan medicine cat would even slightly defend them against his leader. But it didn't matter. Jaggedtooth didn't seem like the type of feline to listen to the suggestions of others, no matter how sound they may seem to others. Coaltail's claws dug in deeper as he snarled, "Why bother even trying to clear our name against these mouse-brains? From the moment we came into their territory, they wanted us out of their camp. Why risk our lives anymore by staying with a Clan that hates our guts and would rather kill us in our sleep? I see no point in staying just to have them kill us the easy way. Nothing we say will get them to think us innocent of this horrendous crime."
Besides, he couldn't stand sticking around them much longer either and his eyes burned with an intensity of hatred to suggest just that.
Behold, for I approach. {action} "Hark, and allow my lyrics to flow into your ears." {speech} I am my own prison, closing the cell doors of my mind. {thought}
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