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Post by thisbecoconuts on Mar 22, 2008 8:37:28 GMT -5
The closest thing to satan is usually known as some sort of twoleg spawn, but if a twoleg were to see the black, lithe figure padding into the dark camp... They would gasp, for his eyes... his eyes were a glimpse into hell, if they believed in that sort of stuff. But to others, his own kind, his red eyes were just an odd quality, not showing anything related to StarClan, but any cat could interpret the color as they wish. The demonic figure slowly padded into the camp, done with a midnight walk, hoping not to stir any cats. Questions would be asked regarding why he was out, and frankly, he did not want to make conversation with any blubbering idiot. Besides, even thought he was just out for a run, cats were suspicious of him no matter what... like all the time. It was quite exasperating, actually. He turned his red eyes towards the moon, his blood-tinited orbs illuminating under the natural moonligh, as if StarClan was calling the blood loss and battles into the heavens, but this amazing picture disappeared quickly as the unfazed Darkmoon blinked and sat down in the middle of the clearing, his tail wrapped around his paws. His ears faced forward, the clearing silent.
This was a peaceful night, but none would know whether he truely wanted to be alone. Would he really have placed himself in the middle of the clearing if he wanted to be alone? But hey, surely it doesn not hurt to ask his a question or prod at his side. He may act a bit... angry, but he is a nice kitty. The roleplayer hopes for a partner to get her get back into roleplaying a bit. But Darkmoon... yeah, back to him. He lay down, closing his eyes, letting the breeze of the night ruffle through his pelt and he smiled. Yes, it looked scary as hell, but he smiled, amusement dancing upon his lips in a deadly ballad. Come...
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Post by Đarκsong on Mar 22, 2008 17:44:01 GMT -5
Mothflight stirred from an uneasy sleep. He glanced around, knowing he had heard pawsteps. Who would be out at this time of night? The tortoise shell tom stood up and stretched, then carefully began stepping over cats. One cat in particular was quite annoyed with him.
"What in StarClan's name do you think you're doing?!" Darksong hissed as Mothflight nearly stepped on him.
"I heard someone up, I'm going to check it out."
"So that's important enough to wake everyone up? You're such an idiot."
"Just shut up!" Mothflight said angrily as he exited the den. He heard Darksong padding after him. He turned around and glared at his brother.
"What? You woke me up, I can't sleep now."
Mothflight ignored him and instead looked around camp. He spotted Darkmoon.
"Do you know what his deal is?" Mothflight whispered to Darksong.
"I don't know. He's crazy or something...." The dark tom responded, tearing unnecessarily at a vole he had grabbed from the fresh-kill pile.
"You aren't exactly sane yourself either." Mothflight said.
"We weren't talking about my sanity here, now were we?" Darksong said after eating the remainder of the vole. Mothflight watched him in disgust as he licked at the blood he had strewn about the ground.
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Post by xradx on Mar 22, 2008 21:12:42 GMT -5
Longwhisker round eyes opened slowly. It was late, probably around midnight, and she wasn't completely sure what had roused her from her sleep. She slowly stretched and rose quietly to her paws. She could just barely hear the sound of paw steps somewhere in camp. Why would any cat be up at this time of night? She cautiously padded to the entrance of the elders den and peeked out. She saw a black cat, just lying there in the middle of camp.
Before she knew what she was doing her paws brought her closer and closer to the dark cat until she was standing almost directly in front of him. It was only then that she noticed Darksong and Mothflight had also emmerged from the warriors den. But she focused on the other cat instead, she didn't recognize him. "Is there a reason you are out here in the middle of the night like it's nothing unusual or are you just dreaming of unicorns and rainbows?" She made no attempt to disguise the suspicion in her voice, not that Longwhisker was anything other than blunt, but now she was donwright rude. Of course that wasn't anything odd coming from Longwhisker... |
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Mar 23, 2008 16:51:34 GMT -5
Darkmoon's eyes resulted to slits in annoyance at the bickering brothers. He sighed and closed them slowly. He then paused and a sneer showed upon his hansomely black face. If you were to look closely, you would have noticed the slight shaking of his shoulders, chuckles racking through his body. "I don't know. He's crazy or something...." He smiled to himself. A compliment such as these were hard to come by... and in Darkmoon's mind, it was not he who was crazy, but everyone else. How could people enjoy life under the sun, with flowers and butterflies. Thoughts such as these disgusted him and his sneer was wiped away. A strange look came upon his face, his nose twisted in disgust as if smelling something pungent.
However, he did not have long to feel disgusted with his thoughts because he soon found himself face to face with a she-cat. His orbs grew round, but he quickly composed himself. One of his ears turned forward, but the other remained luxuriously back. He was starting to get annoyed at the interruptions of his midnight experiences, but he gazed back at her and sighed. "Frankly, I am a night crawler. I despise sunlight at times. Nighttime is so much more tolerable and the moon is... it's just calming. I cannot say I dream of these things you speak of. I prefer not to even admit them to be in my vocabulary." He spoke calmly, slightly monotone, but the wheels in his head were turning. He gazed at the she-cat curiousity not yet stirring, his interest not really being brought out.
The bickering others could join the conversation if they wished. Just ignore the anger in Darkmoon's eyes. He means no harm. xD
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Post by xradx on Mar 23, 2008 18:30:30 GMT -5
Longwhisker raised her eyebrows, this cat definately seemed to be a loner, or crazy, or something. But she was already up, and she wasn't in the mood to go back to sleep, so she decided to stay and get what she could out of this cat. "Well I'm sorry if I offended you with my vocabulary," her voice had more than a slight hint of sarcasm, but as she continue it became more serious, "but I'm not the one sitting in the middle of camp at moon high with red eyes like it's just a normal, everyday thing. I was just minding my own business, sleeping when I heard pawsteps. So excuse me for my vocabulary." Her irritation was obvious, she didn't like the implication that this cat was better than her, even if she had just imagined it. So she stood with her eyes calmly glowering at the dark figure in front of her, awaiting a response. |
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Post by Flower on Mar 24, 2008 8:34:34 GMT -5
Silverstripe was awakened by the sound of voices. "Who would be mouse-brained enough to be up at this hour?" he grumbled. He slipped out of the den.
Unsurprisingly, Longwhisker was arguing with another cat, a sleek black one. The cat's red eyes were narrowed... red? Silverstripe took a deep breath and muttered, "Pssht, demons... who believes in demons? Not me..."
He stepped forward and glared at Longwhisker, then swiveled his head around to glare at the tom with his good eye. "Is there a particular reason you're out here arguing in the middle of the night?"
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Mar 24, 2008 8:49:31 GMT -5
Darkmoon could have lifted his head towards StarClan and let out a cry of anguish. Longwhisker was grumpy when she was awoken, clearly. He looked smug. He was just making everyone angry, and for once, he was feeling pretty good because of it. Crazy? No, no just anti-social. He sighed and lazily looked at Longwhisker. I fear I have offended you. I humbly apologize. However, that tone... is not very... attractive. He fought to hide the smile arising. Would that comment make her angry? Gosh, he hoped so.
Silverstripe came out of the den too. He did not have a choice but to pay attention to this one too. He noticed the one-eyed glare and rolled his eyes... when the cat's good eye wasn't on him anyway. This was so... annoying. Everyone was so grumpy. Jeez, if people just ignored me and kept sleeping like good little kits... "Oh, we are not arguing. We are simply discussing interesting words in our vocabulary." Was that... a joke? Indeed it was, and you guys should be surprised by it, but oh dear, Darkmoon's not even cracking a smile. What a confusing little kitty.
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Post by xradx on Mar 24, 2008 14:05:52 GMT -5
Longwhisker was about to make a sharp retort in response to Darkmoon's comment, but before she could she was interupted by another cat that had been roused by the activity in camp. As soon as the other cat spoke Lonwhisker recognized his voice without even turning around. It was Silverstripe. Definately not one Longwhisker's favorite cats. Probably her least favorite cat now that she thought about it, although this Darkmoon was rapidly descending her list as well.
Darkmoon's words cut through Longwhisker's thoughts, and she turned smoothly toward Silverstripe. "Yes Silverstripe, we are just having a late night conversation. Now tell me, are there any interesting words in your own vocabulary?" Her voice would be mistaken for friendly if you had not know Longwhisker, or if you had not known her distaste for the silver warrior. But it was meant as something else, a taunt of sorts. But her face did not give away a thing, she simply let her eyes rest warmly on Silverstripe, awaiting his response to the innocent-sounding question. |
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Mar 27, 2008 16:19:17 GMT -5
OoC: Guess I will wait for others to respond  |
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Post by Flower on Mar 29, 2008 14:55:50 GMT -5
"Well, right now, one interesting word I'd like to think about is sleep." Silverstripe remarked dryly. He yawned. "Some other good words are 'Grumpy elders need sleep too, no matter how arrogant they are.'"
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Post by xradx on Mar 30, 2008 8:52:15 GMT -5
Longwhisker rolled her eyes, "I would be asleep except he went and woke me up. Even so, I will decide when and how much I need to sleep, not you." Longwhisker twitched her whiskers, the dark warrior had not actually woken here up, it had probably been Darksong and Mothflight arguing, but she did not mention that. Not like he needs to know, she thought to herself, as she resisted her urge to yawn. |
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 3, 2008 9:06:29 GMT -5
OoC: Once Darksong replies. =]
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Post by Đarκsong on Apr 6, 2008 14:58:27 GMT -5
Darksong sat and watched Darkmoon, a glint of hatred in his eyes. He couldn't quite place exactly what made him dislike this other tom, but he didn't care. Maybe it was that their jet black pelts matched and he was more 'evil' looking. Whatever it was about Darkmoon, Darksong despised it.
He began creeping over close to the group of cats Darkmoon was in. Mothflight could see that his brother was angry, so he poked him in the side with his paw, "What are you doing?"
Darksong meerly shot him an angry glance and continued towards the other cats. Mothflight rolled his eyes, and padded a tail-length behind him.
"Darkmoon, why do you find it necessary to be an annoyance at this time of night? Some warriors actually have things to do at sunrise!" He spat. Darksong had a feeling that all this tom did was creep around at night, then sleep all day. I bet he does nothing to help the clan, useless runt!
Mothflight shook his head and quickly said, "Don't mind him. He's just cranky all the time..."
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 7, 2008 11:55:12 GMT -5
Darkmoon felt like yowling. He felt like a kit with a party that he had been forced to invite family members. This just was not within his cool standards. He gazed tiredly at the elder and ducked his head. "Your annoyance is unnderstandable Silverstripe. I had not realized that my gazing at the moon had woken so many up. Perhaps it was my scent, or my irresistable good looks..." He smiled at the elder, genuinely apologetic. Elders should not have to deal with these pety problems of the younger clanmates. Idiotic kits.Darkmoon grinned, mostly to himself, though it could have been mistaken as a badboy, i'm so hot, grin. Darkmoon was a good looking tom and he knew it. But the red eyes usually unsettled most around him, good looks and lean body forgotten. He looked at Longwhisker and smiled slightly. He knew that he had not woken her up. Darkmoon was able to hear the bickering idiotic brothers from 100 tailengths away.
"M'lady, I humbly apologize for awakening you, but it was worth it to gaze into your beautiful orbs of personal moonlight and beauty." He sneered. Oh, he was evil. However, her reaction could go either way. She could fall for him easily, or she could claw his eyes out. He was betting on the latter. She was a fierce cat, he had no doubt of that. However, he could not read minds, nor signs of hatred, obviously.
He then saw Darksong and Mothflight out of the corner of his eyes. He could feel the waves of hatred flowing off of Darksong's body. His body was not deterred, still relaxed as always. "Oh? I was not aware that I had awoken you up. How about you be a good kit and bounce back into the den. You wouldn't want to be tired in the morning and a nuisance to your mother, would you? Now run along and be a good tom." He looked at the cat, smile cheerful, but eyes hard, and well... evil.
Mothflight spoke. Darkmoon teared his gaze away from the tom. He nodded, understandingly. But he is expecting an angry response from both of the toms... Man the devil knows how to make many enemies.
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Post by Đarκsong on Apr 7, 2008 14:13:43 GMT -5
Darksong dug his claws deep into the ground, trying to hold back from attacking this tom. "Who the heck do you think you are?! You better run before I rip your self-absorbed fur off!" He hissed, beginning to crouch down to pounce.
Mothflight could not believe Darkmoon's response either. Yeah, Darksong was rude, but "That was completely uncalled for." he muttered. He nudged Darksong in the side, "Come on, this stuck-up twerp isn't worth the energy. Not that it would take much to tear him down." Mothflight said and smirked.
Darksong ignored his brother's suggested, and continued to keep his furious gaze on Darkmoon.
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