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Post by trissea on Jul 18, 2007 20:24:09 GMT -5
Sablestar grinned silently to himself. A newcomer. Again! He chuckled instantaniously and sat himself in his usual position. This one even had a dark name. Of course, being a BrightClanner, he'd be naive. But this one wouldn't get away. He closed his eyes. The sharp image of four kits and the Widowmaker filled his vision, and he couldn't wrench loose. They were coming for him. Now. He screeched loudly and pulled away.
He was back on his cloud again. He was running out of time, too. He closed his eyes and ripped Murdercalling out of the sky quickly, fearing another vision. But none came. He gulped, then composed himself for Murdercalling's arrival.
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jul 18, 2007 20:30:40 GMT -5
The young calico tom let out a scream and flopped to the ground at another's paws. Murdercalling hastily stood and looked around in agitation. "Who are you?" he hissed, backing up nervously. He glanced at himself, seeing his wounds were healed. "You're not what I pictured Silverpelt to be." He was commented on the other's pelt.
However, the older authorative tom in front of him seemed to hold the reins around here so Murdercalling dropped the nasty tone. "So...where am I?" he asked quietly.
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Post by trissea on Jul 18, 2007 20:38:16 GMT -5
Sablestar's eyes glinted darkly and he spoke. "No, I imagine not. You aren't in Silverpelt, Murdercalling. You're in the Tribe of Nightmares." He paused for the effect and licked his lips. His brown tabby pelt ruffled in an unseen wind, and he continued. "Welcome to your new home. I am Sablestar, leader of this Tribe. From now on, you are in my service and will do what I say. Understood?" The feeling of power still thrilled him to the bone, and he flicked his tail in sick humour.
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jul 18, 2007 20:46:45 GMT -5
Murdercalling flinched despite his inhibitions to not be afraid. "Who else is in this hellhole with you, Sablestar?" he asked delicately. The calico licked his chops nervously as he took in his surroundings.
"Welcome home, I guess... What are we doing here?" the BrightClan tom wanted to know. He slouched hesitantly, sniffing the air. It reeked of crowfood and dung, and he made a disgusted face. He couldn't believe he had died here. Stupid Chaosfire... His eyes turned flinty and he stared up at Sablestar. "Fine...I'll join your side..."
((lol I just had a moment where I thought Windstripe was a Tribe meddie cat xDDDD))
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Post by trissea on Jul 19, 2007 5:13:02 GMT -5
Sablestar didn't answer his first question directly. "You'll find out when you get to camp. The rest of them, besides another new member, Shakenleaf, are to be treated with seniority." He realized that this new, stubborn cat was hard to brainwash. At the cat's next question, he chuckled lightly. "You won't be doing much quite yet. Just do as I say and you'll be off fine. Don't, and, well- there are things much worse than this, and much worse than death, Murdercalling." He turned to head back to camp, then swiveled to face the other cat. He had a need to show his superiority to the young, arrogant cat, and he stared into the other's eyes in another attempt at brainwash. If this didn't work, nothing would. He'd never been wrong like this before. "Oh, and don't try to escape to StarClan. There's a way, unfortunately, but if you try you will have your eternal soul burnt to cinders and you will forever from that day on be a cloud. Ever wonder where they all came from? That's where." Not all entirely true. Only half the clouds were real, though, the rest stupid, ignorant souls who zapped themselves out of the world.
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jul 19, 2007 6:46:58 GMT -5
"Shakenleaf? That MoonClan warrior...?" Murdercalling said thoughtfully and then turned to glare at Sablestar. He may have joined the tom, but he sure as StarClan wasn't going to like it. He scowled.
Suddenly, he gazed into those endless pools of darkness Sablestar called eyes. His mind went blank. His eyes rolled back. Murdercalling felt as if he was diving into the deepest darkest hole. He heard the word Starclan and managed to form a rough, hoarse sentence.
"Who is this...StarClan?" Murdercalling whispered before weakly crumpling to his stomach. His eyes tightened and then went slack. He was fully under Sablestar's control.
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Post by trissea on Jul 19, 2007 15:19:34 GMT -5
Sablestar only blinked, grinning on the inside, as Murdercalling collapsed. He waited a moment, then spoke again. "Come," He meowed soothingly, like a mother to her kit. "Camp is not far, and there you will find food and a place to rest." Of course, he did not wait for an answer, merely turned on heel and headed for the camp. Murdercalling would follow, he knew that as a fact.
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jul 19, 2007 22:15:23 GMT -5
Murdercalling was lured, dragged, summoned to his feet on strings as he lumbered slowly after Sablestar. "I follow," he said wearily. He wondered about the others here.
Yawning, the calico tom stepped into his nightmare, his Tribe of Nightmares. He paused, gazing at the clouds before hastily padding after Sablestar. He mewed faintly and disappeared into camp.
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