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Post by Cheetah on Aug 11, 2008 17:38:28 GMT -5
OOC: Since all the RPs I joined before are either closed, deleted, or inactive, I decided to start a new one, which is for Cheetahwind and Moon/Silverclaw and anyone else who wants to join.
Cheetahwind
Cheetahwind rushed into the camp clearing with extreme speed, carrying three dead mice by their tails. Eyes flickering around the camp, the cheetah-spotted femme slowed down to drop two of the dead bodies onto the pile, keeping the third one in her grip. Her long tail swishing around, she slowly walked across the loud clearing, sitting down alone and biting the fresh-kill. All the events of the past moons appeared before her eyes, each one worse than the previous.
The adventures of her kits, each one risking their lives facing the gloomy threat outside of the camp, her clanmates being picked off one by one by the dark creatures she had not only heard about but once faced, only her insane speed enabling her to survive. Her hunger for power, burning her inside as it did not get fulfilled. Amber eyes glinting with fury, Cheetahwind remembered the smug expression of Silverstrike, gazing at her from the High Rock at the gathering, Silvergrace's yowl, which appointed Starsight as deputy. Although Silvergrace was one of the closest cats to her, she was amused with her death. The femme did not believe in fate, but the death after appointing the wrong deputy seemed a good solution for her to toy with.
Cheetahwind took another piece of the warm, juicy mouse, her insecurities overwhelming her. When Silverclaw took over the clan, she had no doubt about who his deputy will be. Until the word Shallowheart rang over the clearing full of NightClan cats, making her wonder what exactly she was to the Clan. A burden, used up after nursing a number of apprentices for the Clan? A beast, ruining the forest and making NightClan as evil as the ancient legends told? Or simply a nuisance, good for patrolling the borders and catching mice for the kits?
More than anything right now, she wanted to talk to her mate, who she once claimed to love. She really thought she had feelings for him, feelings that secured her future, that made her an average happy mother who slowly let kindness into her heart. Less than three seasons later, the spotted femme was left wondering about her past foolishness, her present ranking and her future plans. More than anything right now, she envied Silverstrike. It must have been easy for her, Silverleaf dying and giving her amazing, powerful, kind daughter the power to rule the Clan. Her mate, who was supposed to value her over her Clanmates, shrugged her off for another cat. Her brother was calm and cold, afraid to let the secrets spill once he opened his mouth. And the few trusted clanmates she had were in Dark SilverClan or captured and possibly also killed by the unknown beasts.
Cheetahwind's eyes lit up as she devoured the last piece of the fresh-kill. She didn't care about any of her clanmates anymore, with the exception of her and her brother's kits. Her brother cared only about his amazing Embersky, her mate betrayed her. In one scheme, she could both take revenge on him and get the power she craved so badly. If she could convince her kits of the abilities they would get under her leadership, and with their help overthrow the Clan and kill Silverclaw...The femme curled up in the clearing, absorbed in thought but ready for interaction.
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Post by msgreenmusic on Aug 11, 2008 18:09:15 GMT -5
OCC: I'll Join Cheetah!
Purplepaw
Purplepaw rushed out of the camp fit and ready to hunt. Her body floated over the ground like a little black cloud. She rushed toward a tree and climbed up it with high toxic speed. When she reached the top she looked around looking for any moving spots of prey. When she spotted a little mouse running away from nothing she bolted down the tree and ran toward the area. Her speed caught the mouse in no time making an easy catch for her.
When she walked around a little bit to find a place to burry her mouse she found a small hole perfect for her mouse. She started walking back to the tree and realized that she wasn't in FaintClan territory anymore she was in NightClan territory. She ran around looking for help, but she couldn't find anything except the NightClan camp entrance where she saw an amazing cat that looked like a cheetah. That cat was laying in the sun and looked as if she just absorbed an amazing thought. Purplepaw knew from going to gatherings that this was Cheetahwind one of the fastest cats around.
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Post by Dragon on Aug 11, 2008 19:06:50 GMT -5
Ill join Ocelot be careful Cheetah and the rest of Nightclan have the right to rip your cats fur off since she is not a Nightclan cat....just a warning....
Silver.claw[/color]
Paws twitched as the cat seemed to chase something in his dreams. No it was not a dream, it was a nightmare. Everything was slipping away from him. His mate, his kits, his clan. He ran but they slipped further and further from his racing strides. Desperate yowls rang out as he called for them to wait, to stop, anything but to leave him here alone. In a matter of seconds they were but little specks in his line of vision. He was just about to lose them when his eyelids flew open. Sides heaved and sweat matted his coat making it clump together and stick up. Getting out of his nest the male wriggled out of his den and sat with his face turned towards the breeze that flowed lazily through the camp. His pelt was slowly drying and the sweat was turning cold acting like hair spray making his fur stay sticking up. But the male didnt care. His mate, Cheetahwind, had shown up just a few days ago after a terrible wolf capture, unscathed of course, but alone. The male had mixed feelings, he was pretty sure he still loved her but he was wary of her and the dangerous ambition she held lodged in her heart. If she loosed that power more than just his life could be in perile. Sighing he caught sight of the she-cat that he had just been thinking of. "Speak of the devil... he muttered under his breath. After a moments hesitation he padded over to her. After all she was the mother of their kits and he the father. "Hello my darlin. How are yo-" the leader stopped mid word as a new scent floated to him on the wind. The scent of an intruder. Hackles rose and even his fur struggled to rise as he stalked quietly over to the entrance to the camp. Crawling through the tunnel he crouched in the shadows of the tunnel and peered out. An apprentice, thats was he saw and irritation boiled in his chest. At least it wasnt an attack. "And just what do you think you are doing here?" he demaded as he stepped from the shadows. Orbs flashed dangerously at the young femme and his tail lashed violently.
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Post by Cheetah on Aug 11, 2008 20:20:29 GMT -5
Cheetahwind
"Perfect timing, Silverclaw." The femme meowed, snapping out of her thoughts and rising onto her paws, shifting the weight onto the stable support they gave. "I haven't seen you in a while, and I was just thinking about you." Giving her mate a calm, collected glare, which could also have been interpreted as cold, she walked the two steps that separated them and softly touched her nose to her mate's fur. She knew her emotions usually bubbled right to the outside of her for everyone's display, but this time, she felt she could hide them, just for the sake of getting her ambition, her desire, the food for her plotting, dangerous mind.
Silverclaw...Although he is the leader, he never was clever. He suspects me, but not enough to watch my every move, to distance himself from me. I will play on that, play the role of a loving, caring mate until he will fully trust me again. And then...I shall strike.
Shaking the dark, but extremely pleasant thought off, Cheetahwind backed off one step from her mate, waiting for him to greet her. Hearing the usual words of endearment, the femme also caught his slightly suspicious tone. I was right. He thinks I am out to kill again, just like the time with StarClan. "I am just fine." - the cheetah-spotted femme murmured. "Patrolling around, catching some fresh-kill for the kits..." She continued, the edge she tried to hide so hard slipping into her tone. He knows I would be angry at his choice of deputy. Doesn't matter anyway.
Slipping into comforting her own self again, Cheetahwind barely caught the moment Silverclaw's hackles rose, and he let out a hiss. He has no thought-reading power. Not Dark SilverClan itself is able to do that. The next second, she had also spotted the apprentice with the strong scent of FaintClan. In two strong leaps, she was beside the she-cat, threatening to claw her fur off at any given moment. Although her hiss was quieter than that of her mates, it was more menacing, voice laced with the hate she so long kept inside, something the cat did not deserve. "What is the reason of me having to smell your FaintClan stink?" Cheetahwind lashed her tail at the cat, glad at the distraction from her mate Dark SilverClan had given her.
OOC: Sorry Cheetahy is so harsh, Ocelot. She is in a very bad mood these days xD
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Post by yami-chan on Aug 12, 2008 12:08:47 GMT -5
ooc: I'll be joining soon with Breezy!! Btw Ocelot, none of the new clans know about Darkclan or Nightclan, they don't even know the cats, and they certainly haven't gone to any gatherings yet. Sorry if that sounded mean, didn't mean for it to sound harsh!!!  And Cheetah the old clan don't know about the new ones. >< sorry sorry I'm nagging..
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Post by Cheetah on Aug 12, 2008 14:39:46 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry, Nighteh, I didn't know about that xD And it would be awesome if you joined.
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Post by yami-chan on Aug 12, 2008 15:12:52 GMT -5
It's ok, neither of u knew, I'm sorry. ><
I am working on a post right now ^^
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Post by yami-chan on Aug 18, 2008 14:10:09 GMT -5
Breezeecho [/color] His shoulders squared, the quick slithering
movements casting a paled shadow against
the moonlit pine littered floors, burnt umber
oculars blinking once, twice, thrice. The
brute slipped in between unsheathed claws
and an apprentice, her scent something he
had never tasted before. Wedging the two
apart he flicked a wiry tail in a scolding
manner, though his features stayed the same.[/color] “Cheetahwind, control your temper. She
is an intruder yes, but still a silly little
apprentice.”[/color][/b] A figure that could have been made from the
dark shadows continued to press the pair
apart, hues slanted as they registered both
Silverclaw and Cheetahwind’s distant
behaviour. Strange yes, but oddly amusing;
it seemed as if his dear sister had some new
plot in mind, the black flower petals soon
ready to unfold and fall into place.[/color] The question remained was he to bring it up
with her, or leave it be until things began
sorting themselves out. For the time being
things were to be left unsaid, a meddling
stranger was to be dealt with first. Tail tip
twinged, the jerking motion following down
to the base; Breezeecho wound the body
part carefully around Purplepaw’s beck,
gurttling forth a smooth purr.[/color] “What are you doing on Nightclan territory?
You seem different, as if you are new…what
is that scent you bear?”[/color][/b][/blockquote] |
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Post by Dragon on Aug 18, 2008 15:00:19 GMT -5
The.Silver.of.the.moon.reflects.off.my.Claws
A shadow appeared in the form of one who could only be Breezeecho, he was the only cat in the clan that would move with such grace among the dark patches of the forest. Silverclaw let his fur lie flat as he comprehended the other toms words. Its only a silly apprentice. A snort was barely held in as Silverclaw realized it wa true. Why had he gotten so worked up? Maybe it was because after Cheetahwind came back he was growing more and more paranoid of his surroundings. He knew she hated him for not choosing her as his deputy but with her captured he was forced to choose another before the time was up. The love he had once felt for her was being replaced by fear and sadness. Was she so filled with ambition that she was wiling to kill him for not being chosen to be deputy? A new scent wreathed him body and it took Silverclaw a moment to realize that it was indeed a new scent. Orbs refocused and harks perked trying to detect this new being....
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[[Im going to bring a twist into this thread]]
I-am-the-[/color]Ember-that-tinges-the-western-Sky
A calico she-cat lurked in the shadows her mate had just left, two-tone colored orbs shining in the dark. Shields that usually masked her emotions were not up and had not been for at least a moon now due to the constant exhaustion she felt since she had been banished from her clan. On the run she had hid on the outskirts of Darkclan Territory seeing her mate maybe once a week or less. Living on less than a kit's portion of food, masking her scent everytime she went near a stream. Now her body was showing the toll of a loners life. Her pelt hung ragged and dirty along a frame that showed every rib. Eyes had sunken in slightly and held fear and fatigue. The only thing left of her old self was the strong softness in her lanterns that reflected the love she held for the only thing she had left, Breezeecho and her kits, who didnt even know she was their mother. The femme held back now in fear of the others' reactions. She waited for her lover's signal to show herelf. [/color]
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Post by Cheetah on Aug 20, 2008 19:13:13 GMT -5
Cheetahwind
In my darkest hours
I could not foresee
That the tide could turn so fast to this degree
Can't believe my eyes
How can you be so blind?
Is the heart of stone, no empathy inside?
“Cheetahwind, control your temper. She is an intruder yes, but still a silly little apprentice.” Her brother had came back from neat exile to simply remind the femme of her mistake. It seemed that since she came back, everyone decided she was not intelligent enough to make her own decisions, to simply control her own emotions. Silverclaw. The clan must follow his lead. Her tail swished, in frustration more than anger when she realized she was on the verge of lashing out at her own brother for simply pointing out she was worked up.
If I don't end this soon, the Clan will start hating and fearing me. I can not allow that to happen. Cheetahwind forcibly made her tail lie on the ground and her fur to flatten out. "Who are you?" The spotted warrior hissed, a tone calmer now, looking at the apprentice for the first time and smelling the unfamiliar scent. She restrained herself from more words, knowing Breezeecho will criticize her and instead looked sharply at Silverclaw. He was glaring at her sadly, as if she was dying from greencough. He thinks I am a silly little she-cat and he will just show me how much he loves me by pitying me.
In the next second, Silverclaw was thrown to the back of the femme's mind as an overly familiar scent reached her nostrils. "Embersky!" She yowled, unable to hide her surprise. After the story with the forbidden love and the kits, Cheetahwind considered the calico femme if not a friend, than at least not an enemy. From Breezeecho's silence and the unwillingness to ask her other clanmates the question, she did not have any news about Embersky's whereabouts. "What happened to you? You look like you haven't eaten properly for a moon." Stepping closer to the DarkClan she-cat, she noticed the missing patches of fur and bones jutting out of her frame. "What happened?" She murmured to Embersky, keeping one eye on the apprentice and the other on the femme.
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And Cheetah the old clan don't know about the new ones. >< sorry sorry I'm nagging..