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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Aug 5, 2008 9:40:35 GMT -5
&& reserved for the kidnappers and their victims but after they've collected everyone on their agenda, you're welcome to try and stop them if they haven't already leftQuetzal
sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette,
finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet "You know, you'd think they'd have patrols up," the she-cat said softly as the duo walked into the EclipseClan camp. Her blue-green eyes swiveled over to Zephyr mischievously, glittering as deviously as her smile.
"You mean the ones you strung up like butterflies caught in a spider web?" Zephyr demanded, flicking her tail at the corpses of younger cats hanging in the trees. She frowned when a drop of blood splattered on her forehead. "I told you not to play around this time, Quetzal. This is serious."
"I am being serious, Zephyr." The giggle seemed to disprove that.
The sepia-hued female rolled her eyes that were gray-green in hue before slipping under the cover of darkness once again. She dragged Quetzal to the side and gave her the stern mother look that was returned with the rebellious teenager look that the silver tabby always returned to her partner in crime. Simultaneously, the two ladies sighed and flicked their tails, saying "Fine" at the exact same time as well.
Their gazes returned to the quiet camp.
"So, you get the medicine cat apprentice and I get some apprentices?" Quetzal proposed with a smile.
"I suppose that would be nice, though I've had my eye on the nursery for quite some time. Fernpelt had her kits," Zephyr said. The smaller she-cat came to all four paws, turning her head towards the nursery.
Quetzal gave a interested meow, and the two females looked back synchronously at Nyx. "Alright, that'll be your job, missy." The smiling she-cat nodded at the black and white one. "Go pick out a kit from the litter and bring it back."
Zephyr turned to the silver tabby. "I'm going on ahead then." She gestured with her tail towards the medicine cat den. If needed, she'd kill Littlefox, the old shrew, along with Prophecyteller if they didn't comply. She entered the den with a sharp frown and made her way over to the gray male with the missing leg. Her claws extended as she sank them into the apprentice's shoulder. "Get up," she hissed. "You're coming with me."
Meanwhile, Quetzal bounded off to the apprentice's den after giving Nyx her orders. She wrinkled her nose and bent her ears back, deciding to pick out a tom and a she-cat. She grinned and grabbed them, one being a silver tabby she-cat like herself and the other, well, he was a tom so she didn't even bother examining what he looked like before she grabbed him by the scuff and began dragging him off. She kept her claws in the she-cat's hair, to the point of pain if the apprentice tried to willow her way out. "You're coming with us," she grinned beyond her mouthful of fur.YOU SHOT HIM, YOU SHOT HIM. I KNOW I BLOODY DID.
Zephyr___
YOU SHOT HIM. YOU SHOT HIM.
MOVE, I'VE GOT TO GET THIS HID.
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Aug 5, 2008 9:56:57 GMT -5
[/color] The medicine cat apprentice questioned, but went along. He lashed his tail back and forth as he pulled his shoulder from her claws, slipping from the den without question, eyes moving around the camp, spotting the other two rouges. [/ul][/size] take my bones and soulprophecyteller just don't take my punctured heart |
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Aug 5, 2008 9:59:22 GMT -5
wrong time, wrong place
for poor
BRACKENKIT.
¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[/center] For once, Brackenkit was too far away from his litter. And it wasn't even his fault. The little tomkit's eyes had just opened a week or two ago, and he was so curious that he had gotten up on what he thought were steady paws, padded a few steps away towards the opening of the nursery, and then collapsed. Just collapsed. He couldn't walk any further, so he just assumed that his mother would bring him back where he belonged later, when she got back from her leader duties. He was young, but it was plain as ever that his mother lead the Clan that he lived in. Brackenkit picked up on the smallest things. He even knew that they were in the 'nursery' right now. Everyone else - 'warriors', the big cats, and 'apprentices', the ones who were still learning - would catch prey so his mother could eat and, in turn, feed his siblings and him.
Anyway, Brackenkit had 'just assumed' that his mother would come back sooner than she did. It wasn't so, and Brackenkit had already snuggled himself in the mossy bedding of the nursery and went to sleep. Little did he know that all of these things combined left him vulnerable to the ordeal he was about to go through. He was so close to the entrance that a cat could just reach their paw in and grab him. Poor, poor Brackenkit...[/blockquote] |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Aug 5, 2008 10:08:23 GMT -5
YOU SHOT HIM, YOU SHOT HIM. I KNOW I BLOODY DID.
Zephyr___
// "That would be unwise..."
The she-cat was smaller than her partner but she had the strength where Quetzal had the speed. Zephyr approved of the fact that he decided to simply come along instead of making things difficult. The she-cat brought him outside of the Clan camp's boundaries, passing Quetzal in the process. She sat down by a spiny locust tree and released Prophecyteller from her grip, sitting down in front of him and tilting her head. "You are Prophecyteller, medicine cat apprentice of EclipseClan," she said breathily, more to herself. "You're now under my jurisdiction. My name is Zephyr." To be honest from a third person's point of view, this actually would be quite the experience for the tom. He would get to mingle outside his comfort zone and possibly have the chance to learn different things.YOU SHOT HIM. YOU SHOT HIM.
MOVE, I'VE GOT TO GET THIS HID. |
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Post by x.Jolly.x on Aug 5, 2008 10:24:51 GMT -5
I'm here to stay.
You can't make me go.
Nothing you say will change my mind.
Lonepaw [/font][/size] Lonepaw was asleep in the Apprentice Den when Quetzal entered the den. She was woken up by the sound of someone talking to someone else loudly. She looked up quickly, realizing that someone was in the Den when they weren't supposed to be. She scented the air, and realized that it was a rogue. 'What are you doing here?' She meowed fiercely. She felt the teeth in her scruff. She cried out loud, and struggled against the rogue. 'Get off of me!' She cried out loudly. She tried to fight off the rogue. [/sup]
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Aug 6, 2008 13:21:54 GMT -5
Quetzal
sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette,
finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet A giggle left her. "Oh, I wouldn't do that, sweetheart," Quetzal said, her mouth millimeters from Lonepaw. She put the tom down and groped around for the she-cat's mouth with her claws, putting her paw around Lonepaw's mouth to muffle her. Her claws dug into the she-cat's gums and mouth. "Now...you should be a good little girl and come with us. Zephyr told me not to play around but breaking rules is my specialty and I wouldn't mind breaking a little thing called...huh...your neck!" She continued dragging Lonepaw towards the entrance of the camp, along with the tom apprentice. |
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Aug 6, 2008 17:51:03 GMT -5
[/color] He mewed, trailing off as he thought of how to say his thoughts. A pleasure? To meet you, Zephyr." He mewed quickly, blue-silver irises taking in the small she-cat quickly. "Would you tell me why you are taking me, along with others of my Clan?" He questioned, his unsheathed claws sinking into the ground. [/ul][/size] take my bones and soulprophecyteller just don't take my punctured heart |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Aug 7, 2008 7:31:05 GMT -5
YOU SHOT HIM, YOU SHOT HIM. I KNOW I BLOODY DID.
Zephyr___
//She handed him a pawful of cobwebs. "We're in need of a medicine cat," she said gruffly, leaving it at that. Her scowl told him to be quiet until they got home. She looked up as Quetzal neared, and the two shared a brief look of exasperation. "Alright, let's go. Wait, Nyx." Her tail flicked irritably. "Nyx, for blood's sake, hurry up." YOU SHOT HIM. YOU SHOT HIM.
MOVE, I'VE GOT TO GET THIS HID. |
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Post by x.Jolly.x on Aug 7, 2008 8:18:15 GMT -5
I'm here to stay.
You can't make me go.
Nothing you say will change my mind.
Lonepaw [/font][/size] Lonepaw let out a muffled scream as Quetzal's claws dug into her gums. She was scared stiff. She stole a glance of the clearing before Quetzal left. Glacierfrost! Please notice something! She thought desperately. At this time, she needed her mentor. As she was dragged away from her precious camp, she realized that she was not alone. She caught a scent of Maplepaw. Maplepaw is here as well? Yes! That means that we'll be out of there in no time! Mavericksky, Sphinxtale, Mahoganyflight and Toweringheart'll go looking for him. Yes! She wanted to cry out with relief. Then she remembered Quetzal's threat and stayed quiet. [/sup][/blockquote]
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Post by FIREH!! on Aug 8, 2008 7:37:24 GMT -5
Littlefox
And this pain is too real,
I thought it was a dream.
But now I’m awake and it’s not going away.
Save me,
Help me,
I need a way out of this.
Prophecyteller! I need some comfrey, can you fetch it? Littlefox’s voice reverberated off the empty walls of the medicine den. She turned and looked around. She had just returned from collecting marigold to find an empty den. When she sniffed the air, she could smell Prophecyteller, and blood! And, rogue! There were rogues in her den! Immediately, she dropped the marigold and turned to follow the scent. Prophecyteller’s scent followed the rogue’s, but it was jumbled with fear. So Littlefox’s sharp nose followed the scent out of the camp, but soon lost it. The rogue’s had covered it up.
Littlefox was frantic. She raced around the camp perimeter, but didn’t catch a scent. Luckily, it was the morning. So she spent the entire day looking for the scent. A couple times she had caught it, but then she lost it again. She was losing hope, fast. She needed to find him. She couldn’t fail him. No, not him. But she had searched every inch of the territory and couldn’t find him. So she headed back to camp.
I’ve failed him, utterly failed him. I was supposed to protect him. I’m his mentor, and I failed him. Littlefox’s voice echoed in her mind as she padded into her den. She lay down in the middle of the den, and soon a puddle formed at her paws from the tears that rolled down her cheeks. Her best friend was gone.
Prophecyteller… Where did you go… She cried despairingly into her paws, shaking her head. Moaning, Prophecyteller, She shook her head. She had lost her best friend and nothing would make it right. I need to find him. She meowed, before remembering she had searched the entire territory. No, she would never see him again. No. She couldn’t think like that. But there was nothing left for her to have hope. She was tearing herself in two. Half of her wanted to believe he could get away, but the other half knew there was no hope. The rogues had the scent of Chaosfire on them, and she was notorious for stealing cats and killing them. Every cat knew Chaosfire hated the clan cats. Littlefox shook her head again. Prophecyteller’s gone. She told herself quietly. Then she summoned up strength. She had to tell Fernpelt.
Fernpelt!! She cried as she staggered into the clearing, unable to focus past the grief that clouded her mind. Fernpelt!! She cried again. She looked in the leaders’ den, and Fernpelt wasn’t there. So she looked in the warriors’ den, but once again, no Fernpelt. Fernpelt!! She cried more anxiously. Maybe if they sent out a patrol now, they could find him sooner? Littlefox clung to that hope like a beetle clinging to a leaf, as she searched for her leader.
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Post by Wolf on Aug 8, 2008 10:55:04 GMT -5
(OOC: Am I allowed to post here? XD)
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Post by SHADE. :D on Aug 8, 2008 11:05:19 GMT -5
beaconsong A frantic voice jolted Beaconsong awake. The thin Rex tom climbed upright, and stretched his long, spindly limbs. He then exited the warriors' den to see what all the commotion was about. His ears flicked back in surprise. Prophecyteller was missing? The young tom wouldn't run away, would he? So what could have happened to him? Beaconsong padded towards the nursery, to check on his kits. He poked his head inside. He soon located them; Laurelkit, curled around Cacaokit and Willowkit, their fur merged into one fluffy ball. He looked around for Brackenkit. Was he hiding? Beaconsong lifted the moss with a paw. His heart began to beat faster. And faster. Where was Brackenkit? Where was he?!
Beaconsong skidded out of the nursery. "Brackenkit? Brackenkit, where are you?" His chest was tight. He was on the verge of tears. Where was his son? "Brackenkit! Brackenkit!" [/i] The last word was a pained screech. He looked frantically from side to side. "Brackenkit, my son... Where is he? Where?" He ran around the camp, shoving his nose into every bush. But there was no sign. None at all. "He's gone." The two words were tinged with disbelief. The warrior threw back his head and wailed in distress.[/blockquote][/size] laurelkit The fluffy little kitten opened her wide green eyes indignantly as a frantic voice cut into her sleeping time. The she-cat sprang to her paws, her fur fluffed out angrily. "Shut up, Daddy, some cats are trying to sleep, you moss-head!" she mewed prissily. "And Brackenkit's right-" She reached out a snowy paw to pat her brother's wrinkled head, but it batted thin air. She circled Cacaokit and Willowkit, her nose wrinkled confusedly. "He was here, a swear on moss..." Laurelkit trotted out of the nursery curiously, her head raised and her eyes bright. She didn't bother to ask Petaldance or Yewchime whether she could leave the nursery. They were both asleep, and anyhow, Fernpelt was her mother. The tortoiseshell kit prodded her father's side with a fluffy white paw.
"Where's Brackenkit, Daddy?" she asked, blinking up at him. She turned to Littlefox, who seemed distressed. "Oh, in the name of moss! He probably just went to go dirt-dirt or something!" she mewed, waving her stubby tail. |
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Post by Wolf on Aug 8, 2008 12:02:54 GMT -5
Cacaokit Nothing’s gonna harm you, not while I’m around...The sleeping form of Cacaokit slowly uncurled as his sister circled him. He raised his slightly wrinkled head drowsily. What was going on? "Wuuh?" He mewed sleepily, looking around. When he saw that Brackenkit was missing, he leapt up with a squeak of distress. "Bracky!!!" He squealed, running around the nursery looking for his missing sibling.
The skinny brown tom ran up to his father, his olive green eyes wide. "Daddy, where's Bracky?" He mewed, close to tears. The small kit mentally clawed himself; he was meant to protect his family!
Preciousring He who makes a beast out of himself... In the corner of the camp, a hairless form rocked back and forth, his bald ears flat to his greyish pink head. "Gone, goooone...." He crooned, then looked around himself feverishly, before speaking again angrily. "Gone and you did nothing." He spat, his mustard coloured eyes narrowed. Then the tom took on a pathetic and innocent look. "But Preciousring didn't know! He sobbed, pawing the ground with a webbed paw. "He didn't know what the noises were!"
The angered look came back, along with a hissing, mocking tone. "You're useless. Useless foxdung!" He screeched.
Preciousring continued to rock back and forth as cats started to come out of the nursery and the warrior's den. He looked at the ground, sobbing quietly and occasionally chewing his paws. |
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Aug 8, 2008 15:14:04 GMT -5
** D: Poor Beaconsong... -feels sad-
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Post by x.Jolly.x on Aug 10, 2008 7:10:38 GMT -5
Make it go away,
I don't wanna see it anymore!
The agony, the pain,
It hurts too much!
Mahoganyflight [/font][/size] Mahoganyflight was lying down in the warrior's den. She couldn't sleep. She didn't know why, though she felt as though something bad had happened. She decided to get up to check if her siblings were okay. She saw all her siblings in the den as she looked around, so she got up. She padded to the opening of the Warrior's den and stopped. She caught a rogue's scent.
Mahoganyflight raced over to the apprentice den, to see if Maplepaw was okay. She leaned in, noticing that the rogue scent was stronger there. She started to panic. She stuck her head into the apprentice den, looking for her adopted brother. 'Maplepaw? Maplepaw? Are you in there?' She didn't get a response, so she crawled in. She sniffed around, noticing that his scent was growing staler. She noticed that there was the scent of blood, as well. She noticed that it was from an older apprentice. Lonepaw! She came back out of the Apprentice den, racing back over to the Warrior's den. She quickly sought out the tom she wanted. 'Puppetflame! I need your help!' She meowed, shaking with shock and panic.
Mahoganyflight quickly realized that not all of the warrior's knew what was going on. Some were still sleeping. She raised her voice, so she would wake all the slumbering cats. 'There's been a rogue in our camp! We are missing cats!' She looked around, hoping that they all heard her. She knew that some may be angry, but at the moment, she didn't care. There were cats missing and they needed to put patrols out. She went back to Puppetflame's side, waiting for him to react. [/sup][/blockquote]
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Post by cheshy says grace on Aug 13, 2008 16:47:39 GMT -5
Puppetflame [/color] - He moved in his slumber, he could hear his name being called but he was having a good dream and didn't want to get up. Earlier he thought he had heard soft voices and rustles, but he had ignored those too. When he was nudged he gave up the ghost and sat up. He had been chasing a mouse endlessly, for it always had seemed to escape his grasp.
He heard Mahoganyflight's voice and the orange tom looked around. "Yes?" he slurred sleepily.
'There's been a rogue in our camp! We are missing cats!'
He sat more alert, his amber eyes widening slightly. He exited the den, he could hear the cries for the missing cats, "They took Brackenkit?! And Prophecyteller..." He listened more closely, "They've taken Lonepaw too..."
He turned to his friend, "Mahoganyflight, where's Maplepaw?" Puppetflame stood, his tail lashing from side to side. He began to memorize the unknown scents, Three... he thought to himself, There were three. All rogues. And all she-cats. Those bastards... He clenched his teeth, his eyes narrowed.
He tuned and pushed his nose into Mahoganyflight's shoulder, "Don't worry, we'll find them..." |
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Post by x.Jolly.x on Aug 13, 2008 16:57:23 GMT -5
I fell,
I fell so hard.
But you were there for me,
You never let me go.
Mahoganyflight
Mahoganyflight let out a sigh of relief as the tom got up. 'I'm sorry to wake you, I really am. But you're the only one I can turn to.' She pressed against him for comfort as she took in the turmoil of the camp. She looked around to see Littlefox blundering around the camp. She looked at Puppetflame. 'Come on, let's go see Littlefox first. She seems badly shaken up.' She mewed to her friend.
Mahoganyflight got up and padded to the medicine cat, flicking with her tail for Puppetflame to follow. 'Littlefox? Are you okay?' She mewed, concern filling her for the sad cat. [/blockquote]
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