Plotting {Demon, Fairy, Tawny...any rouges}

[Đarκsong]

Secret was snoozing carelessly in his den underneath a twoleg nest. He had so many thoughts, so many things to do. Trying to get the younger rouges on his side failed, but he still hoped to get some of the older rouges and loners. Everytime he walked through the forest and smelled Ivoryclan scent he had to try hard to keep himself from attacking them. Why do they rule the forest? Why couldn't he rule the forest? Secret felt clan cats were no better than he was.

Feeling the need to get things going, he climbed out of the den. He stretched lazily, then slowly padded out into the center of the snow covered path. Secret's paws made a light crunching noise as he stepped. He let out a loud meow. The old tom wasn't really calling to anyone inparticular, but rather anyone willing to listen.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

"Shut your meowing, annoying old tom," an annoyed, cold, and bitter voice snapped into the atmosphere, and a dark figure shifted over the hill of snow. A large and muscular tom indeed, as well as somewhat demonic, with his nearly clear silver gaze and pitch black coat. "What is with some cats these days? Always so pathetic." This tom wasn't in the best of moods, it appeared. He faintly scoffed, and then padded a couple of tail-lengths down from the hill.

As a few snowflakes drifted down upon them, a faint smirk crept onto his lips, his outrage beginning dissipate. This tom seemed to be a good target for a small fight, or perhaps even a murder. But he soon decided that he would just take advantage of the tom whenever the chance seemed to arrive. "Anyway, whiny tom, what were you doing, meowing like that? Hoping you'll get a date?" A faint and mischievous, no, evil, chuckle escaped his maw as his smirk grew slightly more at his statement. He found his opinion quite amusing.

(( I didn't know how to make him enter. xD ))

[Đarκsong]

Secret was pleased to see someone listen, but wished it was someone else. "Oh just shut up." He growled. Secret then got straight to business, "I was just wondering if anyone else was mad at the fact Ivoryclan claimed the whole d**n forest while rouges are stuck in the stupid twolegplace." That was a just part of why he hated the clan cats so badly, "Then they think it's ok to attack and even kill us for hunting!" They had killed Secret's mother long ago, and he just couldn't get over it. What else were they suppose to do for food? Eat twoleg garbage? No. Secret decided that wasn't fair.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

Demon was about to cackle, but he hindered himself and forced it to transform into a short, evil tainted laugh. "Obviously, Clan cats are mouse-brained. They're so d*mn stupid and pathetic, I'm surprised they don't get run over by two-legs." He chuckled with evil again, and his gaze had shimmers of evil corrupting its very depths. "If only we could we make a plot, and then slaughter their leader and deputy. Then we could seize the power they need, and we could rule over them." He chuckled again. "Shall we? It seems all worth it to me." He lashed his tail, and slightly flicked his ears. It would be so sweet to regain revenge.

(( Ew, so crappy. xDD ))

[Đarκsong]

Demon told Secret exactly what he wanted to hear. Secret then wore a menacing smirk on his face as he spoke, "Exactly what I was thinking. The main issue is our numbers. The clan cats pretty much have an army, while we have a handful of rouges and a few kittypets." The situation was rather bleak, yet.... "Perhaps we could set up a diversion. You know, get some of the clan to leave camp." It would have to be a very complicated plan, and it would need plenty more cats than just the two of them.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

His faint smirk transformed into a faint frown as the tom spoke of obvious things. "I'm not stupid, fool! I know we need more members in the plot and a diversion!" It was in the final part of the last statement that a menacing, evil smirk played at his lips. "And I have just the plan. Of course, I'll need a few more cats." He chuckled as he thought of the diversion of his going well, and he desired to make sure that some of the Clan cats would learn their lesson. "How would you like.. To murder a few cats for revenge?" He of course had no one to take revenge upon since he was banished from a different Clan, but he did desire to retaliate for a few cats chasing him off their territory when he made a catch while he was starving. "It'll be fun, so it sounds tempting, doesn't it?" It was as if the entire area became petrified and shut up, attempting to evade the plot of his.

[Đarκsong]

The fact of needing more cats was stilling troubling, "Hm, perhaps we could get Tawny in on this. I have been trying to get 2 young cats to help out. They were recently rejected by Ivoryclan." Canary and Ghost highly frustrated him.

Secret loved the sound of getting revenge, "I have a few cats in mind I'd like to see suffer." Many cats he would have liked to have killed were long dead now. He was very young when clan cats murdered his mother, and now was quite old. There were more enemies of his though. "My stupid nephews still reside there. Oh, and that mousebrained she-cat who has my kits." He would love nothing more than to take over Ivoryclan and kill them and many more in the process. Secret felt his dream was getting close now, but yet it was still far away.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

Demon's ears pricked up as the tom spoke. "A tom like you have kits in a she-cat? Don't make me die of laughter." His ears slightly flicked, and then he realized what he must have done. "You... You raped her, didn't you?" He chuckled evilly at that thought. "Forcing a she-cat that wants nothing to do with you to bear your kits. How humorous. Amusing as well." He flicked his tail tip, and his gaze ascended tot he sky. "If it would serve us well, there are a few cats in mind that I would gladly persuade to join us." His gaze descended to the tom, resting upon him. "Oh, I forgot to ask the brand of my new ally, if you desire to be one." Introducing himself sure wouldn't feel right, and so he paused to allow the tom to respond.

[Đarκsong]

Secret was surprised at how perceptive this tom was, "Well, it's a long story about that she-cat. Nothing too interesting, so forget it." He really would rather not discuss it. On the mentioning of getting allies he added, "Yeah, I know a few more cats I didn't mention." He then smirked and added, "Secret's the name."

[.&&. Snowsong.]

"Secret? Sounds like a she-cat's name, but I don't contain much knowledge of name genders. Demon's the brand." In the interior, he was lightly laughing at the tom's name. Secret was definitely a she-cat's brand in his opinion, but he wouldn't truly rub that into the tom's face. "Anyway, shall we grab those allies and drag them here, or gently persuade them into joining our plot?" He chuckled slightly, a hint of evil and mischief sounding within the depths of his chuckle; he was nearly anything but a gentle persuader.

[რoonwhisker]

A snow white body emerged into the place where the other two cats were gathered. The snow white pelt belonged to the one and only Fairy Cinderella. Fairy looked at them both, "And how do you expect to do that?" she meowed, a heavy British accent lined her meow. She'd lived in Buckingham Palace for the first half of her life, so the accent had stuck. She flicked her tail in annoyance. "But, you are two cats. Even if Tawny joined you, you'd only be three. There must be what, forty cats in the Clan?" She rolled her eyes. "And plus, how are you even going to lure them out?" she said. Although the cat was a kittypet, she wasn't as stupid as she looked.

[Flower]

Tawny had been sitting nearby, cleaning herself with silent chuckles, but not taking any part in the conversation. Eyes closed, she began a short little speech.
"Well, look at that. The high and mighty Secret, recruiting cats for his masterful army to take down the Clan cats. Not that I care, but I suppose you're stuck for ideas?" Tawny smiled sarcastically. These cats were even stupider than IvoryClan if they didn't know what to do. "The answer, my dear kittypet," spitting the last word as if it were a curse, "Is that IvoryClan sends out patrols of three or four cats. Whoever joins this resistance army will hide, attack the patrols, then, once you have incapacitated two or three in whatever way possible, you disappear before any survivors know what's happened - if you have any brains at all. Another patrol is sent out, you attack them from behind. Surprise attacks! Strike, disappear, strike again! Another bonus: Get their hunting patrols, and the Clan is stuck for food. Unless they want to eat the dead bodies of their comrades! Now, you may have a plan, but what is it? Charge the camp, go for the kits then try for that stupid furball they think is leader? You'd be swarmed in a moment. Hah, two cats versus IvoryClan in an all-or-nothing scheme? How long would you last, eh? However, three cats versus IvoryClan with a cunning, low risk plan..." She let the last words trail out with a hint of teasing in her voice. If they had any brains at all, they would see it. She seriously doubted this, however. Ah, well.

[Đarκsong]

"I'm aware than Ivoryclan's numbers are approaching 40!" Secret was annoyed with them talking to him like he was an idiot. "And I was thinking the same thing, Tawny, with attacking small patrols or lone cats." This way, then could weaken the clan a bit before going forward. "I think it would also help if we could somehow have a spy within the clan...." He was thinking of every cat he knew in the clan, and no one came to mind that would assist them.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

Ebony ears pricked up at two more voices, she-cat voices. One made a statement which made Demon feel insulted, as if he was just called a mouse-brain, and the other voice gave him a better plot. "Why, I give you my thanks, second she-cat." He then averted his gaze from the she-cat to Secret. "Allow me to know your brands later, she-cats," he meowed over his shoulder. When Secret said that it would be nice for them to have a spy in the Clan, his tail slightly flicked. "I believe I know a tom that resides in the Clan, but he's ready to betray the Clan for some reason." His ears flicked slightly as he began to think about that tom, the only Clan tom that he knew something about, though he remained containing very little knowledge of the tom; heck, even his name wasn't clearly memorized.

[რoonwhisker]

Fairy raised her eyebrows. She ignored their mocking comments. "If you're looking for a traitor, I know one. I can easily blackmail her into helping you. Better yet you had two spies, it couldn't do much harm." she meowed, then added "Fairy Cinderella is the name, by the way."