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Post by Lionstar on Apr 21, 2007 16:45:25 GMT -5
A dark shape moved inside a den-like space in a dark alley. *rip!* Inside a black cat with an even darker heart tore apart a peice of fresh-kill. As he shred, 'is orbs squinted with consentration. Not from eating, but for thinking. Thinking of revenge . . .
Revenge will be mine . . .
As Bloodfang thought of his hated enemy, Lionstar, noble leader of ThunderClan, he crushed a large bone from his meal in anger. Lionstar would pay. He would pay dearly . . .
Along with your blood.
Bloodfang though almost cheerfully of his spy in one of the clans. Fireflame, a tom with enough brains to join Bloodfang and turn against the clans that insisted on defying him and protecting Lionstar. Sure Fireflame wasn't in the same one of those stupid clans as the dark hearted cat's most hated enemy. So what? he would find a way around that. No matter what, Lionstar's blood would be his . . . |
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Post by Nightcloud on Apr 21, 2007 20:32:36 GMT -5
(Oooh, yay! I love plots! It makes thing interesting!)
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Post by Lionstar on Apr 23, 2007 15:57:16 GMT -5
((Yeah. Hey I just relized that this was sorta the ploton the old Squirrelpool. Bloodfang and Lionstar are hated enemys and Bloodfang is trying to take over. Hmmmmm . . . yeah. Once we have more members we can turn it into a real plot! Mwahahahaha!!!!! *Already plotting ideas*))
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Post by •The Speedster• on May 17, 2007 16:30:30 GMT -5
Blackrose padded up, during Bloodfang's deep thinking. "Hello," she dipped her head in respect. "Any quests yet?" she paused, "Need me to fetch anyone? My kits are asleep and they are old enough to watch over themselves, so I can go out anytime."
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Post by Lionstar on May 26, 2007 20:49:10 GMT -5
The darq feline came out of 'is thoughts. he looked to the she-cat standing outside 'is den. 'is den of evil and darqness. "Quests . . . for now, check that all of BloodClan is ready, in case I order a move. Oh and drive off any cats, too old to fight. They're worthless." Bloodfang sneered, revealing 'is blood-stained jaws. 'is bloody claws flexed in the dirt. Eager for flesh to rip. But no. There were no prisoners to torture or trespassers to destroy. The black pelted leader stood, rising gracefully to 'is paws. "I'm going on patrol. Follow your orders. Bloodfang growled, and disappeared into the shadows of the alley, lit only by the sliver of the moon in the deep, dark blue sky, and the stars twinkling light skattered dewdrops. |
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Post by Searipple*Burberrykit*Hawk on Jun 1, 2007 15:45:58 GMT -5
((wow. hes REALLY evil......im scared!))
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Post by Lionstar on Jun 1, 2007 16:38:28 GMT -5
[Good! He's supposed to be! Mwahahaha! XD]
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Post by Runningtail on Jun 3, 2007 9:16:38 GMT -5
The ebony tom had heard the two cats plotting as he lie beneath the brush, hidden by their leafy stems. His optics darted from cat to cat as they spoke. Smokeclaw was a new-member of BloodClan, he wanted to get as much information as he could from his fellow Clan mates. just as Bloodfang left, Smokeclaw exited the brush. He sat beside Blackrose and spoke, not looking at the she-cat. "Blackrose, shall I help?" |
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jun 5, 2007 21:10:35 GMT -5
Blackrose nodded to the grey pelt she saw standing a fox length away. "If you want," she said uncaringly, then padded off to where the elder cats slept. "Hey you! scat! get outta here!" she saw a scraggly tom scampering away, a few other cats fallowing. after that, she went around the camp, patrol and sniffing for any different scent. at first she thought that she heard a little mew. then she shook her head, but at that moment again, she heard it. "Is it a kit?" she asked herself ciriously. she padded around the Last Street. finaly she found a little bundle of dirty ginger fur. he looked old enough to talk, walk, and maybe hunt. most likely 3 or 4 moons old. she walked up to the little bundle. "Why are you here?" the small cat just stared up at the black she-cat. "Um-- uh..." "speak!" Blackrose shouted, making the fur ball flinch, closing his eyes tightly.
"Um, im lost! i lost my momma!!" the little tom cats blue eyes, flashed with worry.
"Fallow me," as Blackrose padded along, she turned to the tiny kit. "Um, i-- I don't know my name..." he sighed, then started licking his paws "Alrighty then!" she paused, "Then we'll just have to fix that, wont we!?" "Who's we?" "My Clan!" the black she-cat looked at the small cat then picked him by his scruff. "Put me down!" he cried "Trust me, this'll be faster!" she started to run full speed, dodging every tree and rock. when she arived back at camp, she headed to Bloodfang's den. "Bloodfang!" she called{{Here is the little kitten's picture:}}   [/center] |
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jun 14, 2007 10:04:49 GMT -5
"Bloodfang?" she asked again.
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jun 14, 2007 16:13:56 GMT -5
The somber she-cat gave up on getting the vain onix/black tom-cat. She decided to check on her kits, "Blade?" she called. "How are you guys doin'?"
"Mama! I'm hungry!" Spike squeaked.
"Ok, i'll fetch a mouse!" She hastily pelted off to the Food-Store spot, picked up afew skinny mice and a rotten squirrel then padded back to the young bundles. she through each kit a mouse then started chomping into the squirrel.
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jun 14, 2007 16:26:00 GMT -5
the small she-cat flung her head up, then ran back to Bloodfang's den. "she breathed a sigh of releif when she saw the tiny firey pelt. she picked up the kit, then padded back to her den. she let the little kit suckle for alittle bit, then he finaly fell asleep.
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jul 5, 2007 11:19:37 GMT -5
She got up and walked out of the den, she was gonna go hunt for some food.
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Lionstar!
