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Post by Cheetah on Aug 12, 2008 12:41:10 GMT -5
.Cheetahwind.
Amber eyes flashing, the femme ran through the clearing to the medicine cat den, not bothering to so much as nod or acknowledge the presence of any of her clanmates. Swishing her tail from side to side, Cheetahwind ran straight to Nightwind's nest, expecting to see the black she-cat there. Greeted by the sight of the familiar purple orbs, the femme sat down, her long spotted tail wrapping neatly around her paws. After a few nervous glances around the den and the medicine clearing, the cat settled down, although not speaking yet.
Silverclaw. The little piece of fox dung. How dares he, after appointing Shallowheart as his successor, not me, who had all the rights to the position, be suspicious of me! He thinks I am evil to the core, trying to distance himself and the kits from me. He thinks the escape from the wolves was just a clever trick, that I am working for another clan...I shall gather supporters around the Clan. My kits will come after me, so will Embersky's. Embersky and Breezeecho herself...I need Nightwind on my side to complete my plan. Without a healer, cut off from the stars, Silverclaw will be easy prey for me. Now I just have to get Nightwind to agree, and NightClan will fall to my paws...
"Nightwind." The femme started, in a rough voice. "As you know, dark times of change are upon us. With Silvergrace's and Starsight's deaths, the NightClan which existed for many moons passed to Dark SilverClan's memories. Silverclaw and Shallowheart are in power, making choices that most of NightClan aren't happy with. Since Silvergrace and Silverice died, you are the only cat I can confide in. I can not live under my mate's leadership, and plan to take over the Clan. For everyone, it is time to pick a side. Are you with me, Nightwind?"
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Post by yami-chan on Aug 12, 2008 14:05:32 GMT -5
Nightwind [/font][/color] When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow[/color][/i] Oculars shaded a deep royal violet creaked
ajar, lordly ears twitching as explosive
angst emotions whispered playfully to her,
twisting a knife into her gut. Slightly pink
rimmed eyes blinked, the onyx pelted
femme raised her cranium, acknowledging
Cheetahwind’s arrival, though there was
not a scratch painted in red on her flesh.
She dropped her chin, resting it atop her
folded paws, though ears were left pricked
when the heated feline began speaking
bitterly.[/color] White tipped tail twitched, switching back
and forth, acting as a type of pendulum;
again it seemed as if she were listening
to the ambitious femme’s plots, her evil
poison continuing to flow, though she
cared enough for her to allow the words
to finish. The anger, bitter hate, and
sorrow had been easily picked out, those
tendrils of emotion boring deep into her
flesh, and she drank well.[/color] Talons flashed, throwing up slices of
bedding and gravel, until they held
on fast to Cheetahwind’s ears,
drawing her close with a frosty snarl.
Her patience whittled down to a stump,
the agony no longer tolerable, she
pulled her down to nose level.[/color] “Do not speak of such things! Your
greed will be your demise, do you
not see that!? I will not be made
to choose a side, only to watch
everything and everyone melt in
an inferno of blood! You can’t live
under anyone’s leadership unless
it is you who sits atop that forsaken
rock! I can read you like a book,
and you know that, I can read any
one by just listening!”[/color][/b] Her red rimmed hues deepened in shade,
looking now more than ever as if she had
been crying. Limbs quivered, her grip
slackening until it was no more, the
medicine cat licking Cheetahwind’s ears
gently.[/color] “No…no…I will not take my misfortune
out on you……you are special…and I care
for you, like a medicine cat should.
Now, what was it you wanted Ivorypaw?”[/color][/b] Nightwind continued to smile softly at the
femme who she had mistakenly approached
as her apprentice. Scanning the shelves that
were lined with an assortment of herbs, the
black femme began sorting through them,
looking for a medicine that would help heal
her patience scratches.[/color] When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing[/color][/i][/blockquote] |
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Post by Cheetah on Aug 12, 2008 14:37:17 GMT -5
Cheetahwind[/font][/color]
Although the femme was stunned at the medicine cat's reaction, she needed only a second to comprehend her words and jump back, her paws easily propelling her away from Nightwind as the black she-cat searched for the right herb to heal the cuts she herself had made in the spotted cat's ears.
“Do not speak of such things! Your greed will be your demise, do you not see that!? I will not be made to choose a side, only to watch everything and everyone melt in an inferno of blood! You can’t live under anyone’s leadership unless it is you who sits atop that forsaken rock! I can read you like a book, and you know that, I can read any one by just listening!”
A soft hiss escaped Cheetahwind's lips as she realized Nightwind's words were true. Not that it mattered to her now, when she had already made her choice. The black femme, who knew her longer than anyone in the forest was right. No matter who ruled the clan, no matter who would stand on top of the Nightrock, she will always envy them, always strive for their position. Not that it mattered now. What mattered was that the black femme was refusing to join her, and that was something Cheetahwind could not permit. Either willingly or by force, Nightwind was to land in her ranks. Try to talk to her again...To convince her.
Slashing her tail through the air, the cheetah-spotted cat neared Nightwind again as the medicine cat searched for herbs. "You are right, Nightwind. I need leadership, and I was born to lead. I know I am evil, and I do not deny I will forget all the ties I have to cats if they stand on my path to leadership. " - Cheetahwind meowed harshly, but quietly. "But, Nightwind, you are the cat who I most trust. The cat who nursed me, the cat who mothered me, when I had no knowledge of my heritage. You are one cat I would stop to think about before destroying. It will be a shame not to have you on my side." The spotted warrior knew Nightwind will see through any ruse she put up, but this time she meant the words. She came to the medicine cat as she was the only one the femme could confide in. "I need your help." Cheetahwind murmured quietly as the herb was applied to her scratches.
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Post by yami-chan on Aug 18, 2008 14:34:36 GMT -5
Nightwind [/color] When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow[/color][/i] The femme blinked once, twice, thrice.
She sighed heavily as the intoxicating
sweet words that for once were true
filled her cranium with a strange warmth.
Nightwind rubbed the chewed marigold
gently into the spotted felines ear
scratches, her violet oculars slanting with
sorrow.[/color] “Cheetahwind……I know, you are my
closest and dear friend, and I know
you want to be leader…and I know
that Silverclaw hurt you when he
didn’t pick you as his successor. But
can’t you just wait? Maybe there was
a reason why he didn’t choose you.”[/color][/b] She pulled away, collecting the used
and scattered herbs into a single pile,
sweeping them away into a small
dug hole beneath the shelves of stone.
The onyx pelted femme produced
cobweb and began wrapping the neatly
over the massaged wounds.[/color] “I will help you, but you may soon
regret the things that you have done.
It may not be today, or for a very
long time, only then will I be
unable to help you. I can’t fix everything,
and I couldn’t bring Ivorypaw back,
nore could I mend Mockingpelt’s
and Silverleaf’s heart when I left
Darkclan.”[/color][/b] The medicine cat began whispering
these last reminders to herself, the
depressions that oozed from her
skin like open wounds.[/color] When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing[/color][/i][/blockquote] |
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Post by Cheetah on Aug 20, 2008 16:06:53 GMT -5
OOC: Are the lyrics from "The Howling" by Within Temptation? That is one of my favorite songs!
Cheetahwind
Her scratches stopped hurting as a certain joy filled the femme's mind and heart. There was no denying the spotted warrior considered the medicine cat her closest friend, and getting the statement back was probably more than she could deserve after making Nightwind join the in-Clan bloodshed. Still, Cheetahwind was not stopping now that the battle rage had lit up in her eyes. The she-cat would not back off until the fight had commenced, and would only gloat over her mate's dead body. For the first time in many moons, she felt sorry for this cat, whose heart was torn by the regrets and the deeds of the past.
Gathering herself together, Cheetahwind shook her spotted head angrily. First Bloodytail, melting her heart to the point she couldn't attack an obvious enemy. Now Nightwind, who she could not simply launch into her plan. Clawing on her guilt, she turned to Nightwind and meowed in a meant to be calm, but torn voice. "Thank you, Nightwind. For everything. Without you, I would not be the cat I was now. I would be..." She hesitated for a second, searching for a description of the cat that sometimes broke to her surface. "With my battle rage, but Silvergrace's egoism and unwillingness to cooperate, Silverice's coldness and Breezeecho's ignorance." The femme stopped for a second, wondering if opening up to Nightwidn was the best thing right now, and abruptly changed the topic.
"I had gathered many followers over the past quarter moon. One of them is Shallowheart, the other is Bloodytail, DarkClan's deputy, and most of my kits are subtly guided, although they had not been told the plan. I plan on telling Breezeecho and Embersky soon. I hope they will follow me for a spot in the Clan and the abaility to parent their kits. I hope Silverclaw is not suspecting more than a hint to my desire for power. One thing I will regret is killing him. You are right here." Cheetahwind stopped again. Sitting down, she waited for Nightwind's reply.
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Post by icefur on Aug 21, 2008 8:29:54 GMT -5
Then all the sudden an angry she-cat came bursting in.It was Ivorypaw."how could you plan on such a thing?!"she burst out."That is against the warrior code to try to kill your leader."Ivorypaw reminded.then added,"I might be just an apprentice,but i am staying loyal to my clan.(at least working on it)And worse,Your asking my mentor to join your bloody plot."She kept sheathing and unsheathing her claws into the soft earth."you all can get exiled!"Then,the apprentice's fur lie flat again."but then again.**sighs**well...if Nightwind joins you,i will to.It does not matter what you will say or do.You cant stop me.I dont care if im an apprentice or not!i will help you if Nightwind does.
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Post by yami-chan on Aug 21, 2008 17:47:21 GMT -5
Ooc: Yup it sure is!!
Bic: Nightwind
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow [/color][/i] Needle canines bit away the strands of
spindly web, stepping back, observing
her work of healing, like one would
gaze at a painting, searching for any
mistakes. Seeming satisfied the onyx
pelted feline discarded the left over
sticky threads, licking her paws clean of
the gunk, a troubled yet pondering
expression crossing her features.[/color] “Please, you don’t need to thanks me,
I really haven’t done much…but I am
Grateful for the bond that was forged
between you and I. I’m only sorry that
it couldn’t have been your mother,
though I assume she had already been
stricken sick by my betrayal.”[/color][/b] A single paw was drawn, the rounded
limb ruffling skull hairs, a smile so soft
and small appeared on the femme chops.
The spotted feline before her, now more
than anything felt like a daughter, having
been forced to reminded one’s self many
times that medicine cats weren’t allowed
to mate. But there truly had been a time
where she fell in love; she had met him at
a gathering, though it pained her that the
name had been forgotten. He had been in
Nightclan and she in Darkclan, though the
brute most likely walked the path of Silverclan,
for after the gathering she had seen no sign
of his existence ever again.[/color] “Heh…his name had something to do with
the sun….Cheetahwind, you can confide in
me, I am your medicine cat and closest friend.
I want to be there for you, with you…I can no
longer do anymore good for others, it was
decided that when Lush made me into a monster
that I could never escape. Those Rogue days
still haunt me, and I fear I will never truly
find peace.”[/color][/b] “I will help you and the others…but I will never
know why….do you know which kits will be
suitable for the job? Cheetahwind I must ask,
what will you do once you become leader, is
there any purpose….or just the power?”[/color][/b] Her oculars slipped past the spotted femme, now
fully concentrated on the apprentice, he words
stinging truth, but in the end breaking away just
as she had done. Why did it have to be Ivorypaw,
another treasured cat she considered as family,
though there had been a time when the words
meant nothing. She couldn’t let’s the apprentice’s
paws soak in the blood of other cats, she would
rather die than watch her become an out casted
rogue.[/color] “Ivorypaw…n-no…I can’t allow you to do this
to yourself. These decisions I have made…they
caused me nothing but ever lasting depression
and grief. The things I did….they can’t be you.”[/color][/b] When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing[/i][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by icefur on Aug 21, 2008 18:18:30 GMT -5
Ivoptypaws frustrated expression faded to sadness."B-but Nightwind.You can die or get exiled.Then i would never see you again."She stood in her same spot staring at her beloved mentor with pure depression in her eyes,Then lie down with her hesd hidden in her paws,thinking.She had grown so close to her mentor.Now there was a possibility that she could die.Then she lifted her head and looked into the eyes of her mentor with Amber eyes filled with tears."No,please Nightwind no!I will risk my life for you.I will fight by your side.I will sacrifice my life to help Cheetahwind.You have to include me.Please!She wailed desprately.She looked at Cheetahwind,"Will you let me join you and Nightwind?She is my mentor,and your friend.If she dies you and i will feel stabbing,painful depression.And the more help for you,the better.What do you think now?"She informed to the revenge seeking she-cat.Then she waited for an answer.
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Post by Cheetah on Aug 22, 2008 7:40:27 GMT -5
Cheetahwind
"Nightwind..." The she-cat murmured, deep in thought. Never had she let another cat this close, even Silverclaw saw very little of her thoughts and feelings and could not foresee her dark intentions. The femme scanned the ragged frame again, looking into the deep, wise purple orbs. A yowl interrupted her reflection and the spotted warrior turned menacingly, knowing her speed will enable her to kill the stranger before the second yowl.
Her claws slid back softly as she recognized the medicine cat apprentice, Ivorypaw, who was now bubbling about the danger of the plot and the possibility of them getting killed or exiled. How foolish. This cat simply doesn't realize I could kill her right now and dispose of her body before any cat will notice she is back from her hunting patrol, or whatever she was on. I will let her live if she is not dangerous. For Nightwind...
"Ivorypaw." Cheetahwind hissed, her voice sweet and dangerous at the same time. "A pleasure to see you here, and a convenience to be reminded of my possible death. I see you are very concerned for your mentor's well-being, so you will not try to tell Silverclaw the plot..." She hesitated for a moment, as Ivorypaw's plea for help sounded and Nightwind rejected it. We could have used her help...
Before refocusing on the apprentice, she turned back to Nightwind, ready to answer her question. Murmuring softly, so the young cat could not overhear, she inclined her head towards the black femme. "I will confide in you, Nightwind, as my life is twisted in many ways no cat can guess. But I expect trust in return." Making her voice a tone louder, Cheetahwind continued. "Right now, we only have three kits in the Clan, but out of those captured I am sure most will be glad to assist. The only one I can offer right now is my apprentice Ivypaw."
The femme stopped abruptly to look at Ivorypaw as she pleaded to assist again, promising to die for her and Nightwind if accepted into the scheme. I have loyal followers, to my surprise. Maybe the name Silverwind, as I was hailed by Shallowheart was truly meant for me. Casting the apprentice another dark glare, she turned her head to look into her amber eyes, wondering if Ivorypaw was truthful. After a few long moments, she spoke again. "You have heard the plan, and Nightwind trusts you to be loyal. I will take you into my revenge, but bear in mind SilverClan will not approve of it. Another thing for you to think about is that you have to be prepared to kill any of your clanmates if they defend Silverclaw or oppose to my power. If you agree to all of this, you may go now." Cheetahwind had not felt anything for the apprentice, but decided the bond the young cat felt toward Nightwind was enough. She knew what she was getting herself into...I do not regret making her share my sin.
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Post by icefur on Aug 22, 2008 8:12:05 GMT -5
The young she-cat kept her focuse on Cheetahwind.Then she replied,"Yes Cheetahwind.I accept.I will not let my mentor or anyone else die at my paws.I will help you."She knew what she was going to do was wrong,But she would do it for Cheetahwind.
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