Post by Masked and Anonymous on Dec 21, 2007 15:54:15 GMT -5
It seems...different. *Brambleclaw's mew is filled with apprehension as he and Hawkfrost approache Moonstar's den. Hawkfrost twitches his large shoulders in reply, but his ice-blue orbs give away how he also shares his half-brother's fears. They enter the den and a whole bunch of smells hit them. The first is Moonstar, and the other is fear. Both of those are fairly rational. This is Moonstar's den and she's bound to be afraid: today Bloodpaw will attempt to start his plan in taking over. But there are two more. One the two can't put their finger on but one is crystal clear: Death.
Apprehension instantly turns into fear. Cold, mind-numbing fear. The two dark brown tabby toms rush in blindly. They were part of the elite guard. Moonstar's fate was their responsibility. In their rush, they trip of something that lies in front of the entrance way.*
What in the name of StarClan... *Brambleclaw snarls in annoyance, but then his amber eyes open wide with horror. It's a gray and red shape. It's a cat. It's Stormfur, covered with blood, lips pulled back into a pernament snarl. Hawkfrost touches his nose to Stormfur's pelt and confirms thier fears:*
He's history. But where's Moonstar? *Brambleclaw looks around notices a piece of paper. He runs over to it and read it, going number and being filled with more fear at each sentence, pleading to StarClan it's a dream.
Greetings, FotC members:
Today's the day I begin my plan. I'm so excited, my paw shakes so much I can barely write this little letter. How to begin?
I have her. Who? Obvious. OOC Moonstar. IC Moonstar wasn't with OOC Moonstar at the time of her capture, so he isn't in my custody, but he's not important. OOC Moonstar outranks him, as she controls him, but OOC Moonstar...well, she's a bit important isn't she?
Don't worry, I'm keeping her alive...for now. You can help add a little bit more length to your leader's life and make it a bit more pleasant. If you all surrender, I'll give OOC Moonstar a chance to get all her affairs taken care of and I'll just 'execute' her in the same way Sweeney Todd kills his victims. She'll probably enjoy that death. However, she'll most likely go threw extreme emotional distress at the fact you give up on her site so easily and that it's under my rule forever. You can give me your answer to day after New Years Day. Merry Christmas.
Sincerely,
Bloodpaw.
P.S.
Not to count my chickens before they're hatched, but...
AT LAST, MY ARM IS COMPLETE AGAIN!
As Brambleclaw numbly lifts the note to show it to Hawkfrost, he finds a small scrap of paper written in an almost unreadable scrawl:
Dearest minions,
What a wonderful Christmas I'll have, in the 'custody' of my worst enemy. I have a few messages. One, he's holding in at his site. Finding me is the hard part. I'd tell you where I was, but then neither me nor the site would have a chance. So I'll give you some clues:
This guy's last name is the board name. The password is:
One of my favorite pairings,
No, it has nothing to do with a hawk or a leaf,
Just a porcupine hairdo,
And the sister of his Chief.
I wish I could be more help, but I have very little time to add this note to Bloodpaw's.
Moonstar.
Apprehension instantly turns into fear. Cold, mind-numbing fear. The two dark brown tabby toms rush in blindly. They were part of the elite guard. Moonstar's fate was their responsibility. In their rush, they trip of something that lies in front of the entrance way.*
What in the name of StarClan... *Brambleclaw snarls in annoyance, but then his amber eyes open wide with horror. It's a gray and red shape. It's a cat. It's Stormfur, covered with blood, lips pulled back into a pernament snarl. Hawkfrost touches his nose to Stormfur's pelt and confirms thier fears:*
He's history. But where's Moonstar? *Brambleclaw looks around notices a piece of paper. He runs over to it and read it, going number and being filled with more fear at each sentence, pleading to StarClan it's a dream.
Greetings, FotC members:
Today's the day I begin my plan. I'm so excited, my paw shakes so much I can barely write this little letter. How to begin?
I have her. Who? Obvious. OOC Moonstar. IC Moonstar wasn't with OOC Moonstar at the time of her capture, so he isn't in my custody, but he's not important. OOC Moonstar outranks him, as she controls him, but OOC Moonstar...well, she's a bit important isn't she?
Don't worry, I'm keeping her alive...for now. You can help add a little bit more length to your leader's life and make it a bit more pleasant. If you all surrender, I'll give OOC Moonstar a chance to get all her affairs taken care of and I'll just 'execute' her in the same way Sweeney Todd kills his victims. She'll probably enjoy that death. However, she'll most likely go threw extreme emotional distress at the fact you give up on her site so easily and that it's under my rule forever. You can give me your answer to day after New Years Day. Merry Christmas.
Sincerely,
Bloodpaw.
P.S.
Not to count my chickens before they're hatched, but...
AT LAST, MY ARM IS COMPLETE AGAIN!
As Brambleclaw numbly lifts the note to show it to Hawkfrost, he finds a small scrap of paper written in an almost unreadable scrawl:
Dearest minions,
What a wonderful Christmas I'll have, in the 'custody' of my worst enemy. I have a few messages. One, he's holding in at his site. Finding me is the hard part. I'd tell you where I was, but then neither me nor the site would have a chance. So I'll give you some clues:
This guy's last name is the board name. The password is:
One of my favorite pairings,
No, it has nothing to do with a hawk or a leaf,
Just a porcupine hairdo,
And the sister of his Chief.
I wish I could be more help, but I have very little time to add this note to Bloodpaw's.
Moonstar.