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Post by Runningfoot on May 28, 2007 8:52:43 GMT -5
YOU'R EVIL
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Post by Moonstar on May 28, 2007 11:02:44 GMT -5
*sigh* It took you that long to realize that? I thought the 'Muhahahahahas' sorta tipped me off...
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Post by Runningfoot on May 28, 2007 12:05:38 GMT -5
lol, yeah, but still,...
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Post by Moonstar on Jun 18, 2007 20:12:31 GMT -5
*Huggles Staples guy* My PC is back!
DeathClan: Continued Prologue “No! How could we have been fooled?” The golden tabby gasped. A light brown tom stared down silently, quivering with rage. A shaggy gray tom and a ginger tom also strode up. “We were all fooled. We thought the prophecy was complete. But…” The ginger tom began, and then just hung his head. The golden tabby licked his ear gently. “I know he’s a member of your Clan, Orangestar, so it’s hard to comprehend he might…” He swallowed, “join us.” The gray tom nodded. “WindClan has strong warriors, Orangestar. I have as much faith in them as I do RiverClan, my own Clan.” The gray cat said. Orangestar’s tail lashed angrily. “I have faith…” He snapped, but then the ginger WindClan leader’s fur lay flat. “Thank you, Wolfheart. I know you don’t doubt my faith.” He glanced at the two other cats. “Cedartail, Braveclaw? You two haven’t said much.” Braveclaw, the golden tabby opened his mouth, but no words could come from the young horrified cat. However the light brown tom, Cedartail, leapt to his feet. He pulled back his lips in a snarl and growled, “I can’t believe we let that crowfood fool us! I’d like to flay her…” He paused suddenly and uttered his prophecy, “An old heroes, old friends, and old enemies alone can stop the old threat…” He whispered.
A blue eye slowly opened. Life. She was alive! The injured she-cat got up and glanced at a limp brown tabby body nearby. The dark gray she-cat prodded its side fiercely with a claw. It stayed still, until she snarled, “Get up, Wildfire! We both know you’re not dead!” The tabby got up, licking his paler chest. Apprehension danced in his amber eyes. “It was a massacre, Feather! Are we the only ones alive?” Feather nodded, getting irritated by his whimpering. “Get over it!” She snarled. If the gray she-cat was going to be a leader, she had to look uncompassionate, not soft. That’s what her father’s problem had been. Slink, the former DeathClan leader, was too soft. He didn‘t kill any cats that disobeyed orders. If the Clans thought he had been ruthless, Feather knew they were in for something worse. Feather learned from his mistakes. Slink had tried to rule the forest, but failed. Feather, however, would succeed. “Come, Wildfire. I shall revive DeathClan!”
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Post by Runningfoot on Jul 5, 2007 19:08:50 GMT -5
yippie!
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Post by Moonstar on Jul 5, 2007 20:37:35 GMT -5
Brackenpaw returns...as a good guy, and with Braveclaw's approval, understanding he didn't mean to kill him.
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Post by Runningfoot on Jul 6, 2007 7:36:25 GMT -5
okay
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Post by Moonstar on Jul 6, 2007 22:29:54 GMT -5
I may have another chapter soon cause I'm in fan-fic mood.
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Post by Runningfoot on Jul 7, 2007 18:58:49 GMT -5
yes!
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Post by Moonstar on Jul 8, 2007 20:59:01 GMT -5
I know there's been a change of positions, but I'm too lazy to change it. This is sort of an...alternative universe shall we say. If your charcter isn't already, post this to be in the story: Name: Clan: Brief Personality: Brief Appearance: Permission to kill them?:
Chapter One Enemies Returned
“You can trust me, Nighttail! What’s upsetting you?” Dustclaw, the dark gray WindClan warrior asked, staring at a gloomy black tom. The black tom’s claws unsheathed, and he just spat in contempt. He slunk off, leaving Dustclaw unhappy and confused. “Ignore him. He can be so much like his mother sometimes.” A dark tabby mewed, dodging his mate’s playful swipe. The dark gray tom saw Icefur, the dark tabby, and a black and white she-cat named Lostshadow, whose face was filled with anger and indignation, but had laughter dancing in her eyes. “More like his father!” She spat, this time unable to look annoyed. However, grief clouded her dark amber eyes. “Nighttail’s right to be upset. His…well, you’ll hear about it at the Gathering.” Dustclaw couldn’t help but notice that Lostshadow tore up the ground in front of her as she spoke. Almost as if there was something she wanted to flay for what it did to her son. An impatient yowl from a black tom on the Great Rock started the Gathering. Dustclaw sat by Lilypool, his mate, and two ThunderClan warriors, Firecloud and Irispelt. The four leaders stood proudly on the Great Rock, Swiftstar, the ThunderClan leader, Moonstar, the RiverClan leader, Phoenixstar, the WindClan leader, and Shadowstar, the ShadowClan leader. Moonstar spoke first, anger smoldering in the black cat’s piercing green eyes. “Cats of all Clans, RiverClan bring you some bad news!” Moonstar proclaimed. “A rogue has stolen a kit!” Shocked yowls arose from the cats below. Badgers and foxes rarely carried kits off, but it had been many seasons since kits were stolen by other cats. Elders murmured among themselves, and they couldn’t remember a kit-snatching. “Smogkit, Nighttail and Dustwing’s son, was stolen by a tabby. He went by the name of Wildfire.” Dustclaw froze. Lilypool nervously licked his ear, but he still looked petrified. “Wildfire…no. No! None of them can be alive!” Blue eyes rolled back into his head, the whites of his eyes becoming visible. “One of them is alive!” He screamed, and then fell into a dead faint.
Dustclaw first realization when he awoke was that he was being touched. Frantically he lashed out with unsheathed claws. In response to that attack came an irritated hiss. “Calm down, Dustclaw. You’re safe here.” Phoenixstar’s voice reassured him. The dark gray tom’s ears flattened guiltily. “Sorry, Phoenixstar. Didn’t realize…” He murmured. The silver tabby shook her head, indicating that she understood and that no apology was necessary. “Now. Can you tell me who Wildfire is?” Dustclaw shuddered and had small spasm, but quickly calmed down. He swallowed, and replied, his voice trembling, “Wildfire was a DeathClan warrior. A tough, mean one at that. He was known for stealing kits, from other rogues and loners, that is. And I fear there may be more…” Phoenixstar shook his head. “Dustclaw, I’m sure he’s the only member of DeathClan left…” “Rouges!” A voice hissed. The two cats left the medicine cat to see a dark gray warrior named Quickfoot snarling at some trembling heather. Phoenixstar sprang into the bush, but as soon as she grabbed the creature, let go. “Weavepaw. I trust you have a good excuse for coming on our territory.” She growled, clearly remembering how he had helped them in battles moons ago, but also he, along with Icefur and Lostshadow of RiverClan, and Brackenpaw, formerly of ShadowClan, had betrayed the Clans. The dark brown tom crawled into WindClan camp. “I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t any trouble. WindClan territory is close to Twolegs and their horses.” He murmured. Quickfoot raised his eyes and muttered something about how a she-cat named Wavetail had just had kits, and one of them looked suspiciously like Weavepaw to a light brown tabby next him, who just buried her nose into his flank kindly. “Why should we trust him?” A dark tabby snarled. Quickfoot yowled in agreement with the cat who had spoken, Rushclaw, even though usually they weren’t exactly best of friends. “Weavepaw is now a friend of WindClan.” A silver she-cat growled, exiting from the nursery. Weavepaw bounded over to her, eagerly touching noses. She led him into the nursery, clearly to show him the kits. Rushclaw hissed angrily, but knew he couldn’t bother argue. Quickfoot nodded in agreement, and watched as Weavepaw exited the nursery shortly later, and murmur something urgently in Phoenixstar’s ear, who nodded. Curious, Dustclaw crept over. “I’d never seen such a group of rogues! It was huge!” He insisted. Phoenixstar’s pale blue eyes narrowed. “We’ll keep our eyes open for them.” She replied. Dustclaw felt sick. He knew what the rogues had to be. “DeathClan.”
Moons had passed since Feather found out Slink’s warriors hadn’t succeeded in killing her for trying to take over. Now she was the fierce leader of DeathClan, gathering any rogues she could find. She watched as Wildfire, her deputy, appeared with a kit in his jaws. Feather sneered at him. “Congratulations. Mind telling me who the father is?” Wildfire ignored that remark. All of DeathClan was used to her stinging comments, but they knew she was proud of her warriors! “Nighttail, a RiverClan warrior. And the mother is Dustwing. I gained his trust as a young apprentice by meeting him at the border, he confided in me about the camp, and I could easily make off with his kit!” The kit who had been sound asleep, suddenly woke up. “Where am I? I wanna go home, Wildfire!” It wailed. “Whining is not tolerated in DeathClan! Find some other kits, and if you try to leave, your corpse will go home!” The kit stared up in mute terror, then an unknown fire raged through him. Fiercely, he swiped at with a small kitten paw at the evil cat’s muzzle. A small trickle of blood from a scratch fell to the ground. But Feather just laughed. “This one will make a great warrior of DeathClan someday. We’ll tell him the…truth about his parents later.” She winked at Wildfire. “What do you mean…oh right.” He said, catching on to her plan. Feather smiled as her deputy carried the kit away. Slowly, but steadily, DeathClan was getting more warriors. “Feather,” Wildfire said. “Are you sure we aren’t going too far? Making each other take away something our friends love?” Blue fire stared at the tabby. He cringed under Feather’s fierce gaze. “Friends?” She snarled. “They are not friends!”
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Post by Runningfoot on Jul 12, 2007 18:31:49 GMT -5
yeehaw!I luv Feather!
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Post by Moonstar on Jul 12, 2007 20:00:47 GMT -5
Working on Ch. 2 as we speak. The current title for it is "Call Me Night" but I might change it cause it sounds too much like "Call me Ishmael." XD
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Post by Runningfoot on Jul 14, 2007 17:40:38 GMT -5
huh?
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Post by Moonstar on Jul 14, 2007 21:11:00 GMT -5
Let me explain. In the book Moby Dic.k, the fairly famous title of Chapter One is "Call Me Ishmael".
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Post by Runningfoot on Jul 17, 2007 8:18:29 GMT -5
oh
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