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Post by yami-chan on Mar 5, 2008 16:18:56 GMT -5
ooc: Wow, those are both really good! Much, much better then before. ^^ I was thinking we should to a mini rp all together, that way I can correct mistakes and give tips. but i can still do an example post. but right now i gtg. ><
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Post by Cheetah on Mar 5, 2008 17:13:19 GMT -5
Thanks:) Yah, lets try a mini-RP!
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Post by yami-chan on Mar 6, 2008 17:06:12 GMT -5
ooc: Ok, I'll start, and in a way it will be an example rp as well. ^^
bic: The moon's pale light shone delicately against the still water that was Nightclan's stream, it's reflection bright for this particular night, the calm area dotted with firefly's, the only light besides the shining ball of white light. In the distance a mournful creature cried, it's sorrowful anguished filled scream dwindling into the black inky back round. Insects hummed, their usual loud song more quite, as if they were afraid of the familiar darkness that welcomed them each night. It was still cold this night as ferns were still brown and bent inward as if that would warm them up, their last cries for the warmth of new leaf.
Some were in the serene night, the brook's water rippled obscuring the moon's reflection into thousands of bright shards. A large black outline bobbed eerily, being carried by the soft current as if willing the creature to sleep with the rest of the night. Brushing gently past a large jutting rock and finally drawing to a stop, a vast bed of sticks, leaves, and trash catching the black cat in it's clutches. As if awakening from an internal slumber, lime green auds glowing alien against the pitch blackness. Drawing her squared head forward, lifting a bundle of white and gray sodden fur, cradling the thing so preciously. Claws dug into the soft bed, hard lines forming across her face as she struggled in vain to keep the small kitten's head from falling into the black waters.
Pulling her water soaked body up to the cold air, small clouds puffing out in large groups from her mouth as she breathed for the first time in a long time; releasing the sodden kitten against the makeshift land of rubbish, her cold wet black body would press up close against the smaller form. Now teeth were chattering as harsh winds beat against the feline, lowering her head and dipping her ears in hopes of keeping warm. She pressed closer to the kitten, their Darkclan scents clashing with the Nightclan scents; they were in enemy territory, injured and freezing.
Help me...[/i][/color]
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Post by Cheetah on Mar 8, 2008 9:45:56 GMT -5
ooc: Who are you posting with?
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Post by yami-chan on Mar 8, 2008 18:54:31 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry Warsong and Sneezekit.
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Post by Cheetah on Mar 10, 2008 10:10:47 GMT -5
ooc: I'll post with Cheetah. Oh, and Skyshadow is away for the March Break, so she won't post.
bic: A streak of cheetah-colored fur flashed as a cat ran speedily across the NightClan territory. As usual, the silvery moonlight was lighting up the forest and the clearings, sending something similar to the Northern Light to the Twisted Caverns. Speeding up, she reached the Thunderpath, somewhat empty, for monsters didn't usually travel at night. Tail up, she ran further, passing the Tall Tree, which indicated she was beside the stream, called Crystal Stream by DarkClan, a stream both Clans shared. It was usually very cold, even in greenleaf, but because of the extremely fast current it didn't freeze in leaf-bare. Later, somewhere in the middle of NightClan's territory, it formed into a crystal lake, called the Starwaters.
Stopping to relax, the femme wrapped her tail around her paws. Sitting like that for a couple of minutes to catch her breath, not as fast as you would expect from a normal cat, she started washing herself. Suddently, a light, cool breeze blowed across the clearing, sending a strong wave of DarkClan scent. Quickly rising, she ran across to the Clearing, to find two DarkClanners, clearly half-drowned in the stream. One of them was a kit, her scent similar to Silverstrikes, probably her daughter. The other one, a jet black cat with lime green eyes, was someone the femme knew and disliked. It was Warsong, a cat who blocked her path to leading StarClan, and one of the few survivors of the battle, when they betraeyed her, and the spotted warrior destroyed all of them, in thirst for revenge.
Now it was her chance to imply something even heavier than death in battle on this cat. With Silvergrace listening to every word she said, it would be extremely easy to punish both cats for crossing the border, which would also be very painful for silverstrike, if that really was her kit. Snapping out from her dark thoughts, she padded forward, moonlight flashing on her fur. As she got closer, she scented blood and saw both cats needed a medicine cat to help them, which meant she had no time to waste if she didn't wanted the cats to catch greencough. Finally, she neared them and spoke in a low hiss. "I suspect you have a very good reason for crossing the border at this time and looking like you half-drowned in the stream in NightClan territory?" The femme knew it would take her next to nothing to fight and win on her own territory, especially with one of the intruders a kit and both injured from a swim in the freezing, fast flowing stream.
ooc: Wow! I never knew I could write so much!
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Post by yami-chan on Mar 12, 2008 18:21:23 GMT -5
ooc: This is fabulous! See! See, this is what I was talking about! If u just take a little longer on your posting it will all come out so much more better! ^^ I am very proud of u Cheetah.
bic: That scent, that unmistakable stench and hissing mew...it was all too familiar; Cheetahwind, the one cat in this world that she hated more then anything else....that anger it raged inside her like the fire's of hell them self. It snapped like a delicate twig, things falling into place as she lifted lime green auds to face the hated femme, "You have eyes do you not? Why would I return to this hell hole of a place you call a clan?" Her voice cracked and did not come out as strong as she would have hoped, but still it said very much for a cat slowly losing her strength. "You wouldn't hurt a kit now would you.....but then again you slaughtered a whole clan....so..that would be lying." This time a sneer laced into her words, coming out strong and mocking; this was hate, truly what she felt for the spotted femme, and that was nothing.
Warsong gripped the tiny kit's scruff harder, only loosening it in fear of drawing blood; there was no way in Silverclan was she going to get help from Cheetahwind, the cat how murdered a clan could not possibly be capable of such things.
ooc: Sorry for cussing, I just could not let it pass, I was so in the moment...haha, it seemed like a Warsong thing to do. ><
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Post by Cheetah on Mar 12, 2008 19:03:31 GMT -5
ooc: Its OK:) And thanks!
bic: Cheetahwind looked around again, wondering if she really should keep Warsong alive. She knew the cat hated her for everything she had done for her Clan, and unlike the other surviving member of StarClan, Snowflight, the jet black femme was perfectly capable of any revenge. Of course, alone she would never beat her, but the spotted warrior knew Silverstrike would be more than happy to take Warsong's side. On the other hand, if she killed Warsong and took the kit prisoner, a war might start if the white she-kit spoke or DarkClan scent was detected. Killing both cats would also be inconvenient, because Sneezekit might be a valuable tool for manipulating Silverstrike or Mockingpelt, or even Embersky. Of course, she still had her powers, but she felt them fade away after the prophecy was fulfilled, and she knew she will probably not use them as easily and conveniently again.
Edging forward, she stood directly in front of Warsong. The cat's strength was fading with every minute, and the water probably had already started freezing in her fur. "Don't you dare say a word about my Clan, or I will not have a problem ripping your filthy tongue off along with your head!"-she hissed in a menacing low tone. "You're right, I can and will hurt the kit along with you, although it is not my intention to do so now. Your Clan deserved to be destroyed for betraying me, and you were lucky to escape." Moving forward, Cheetahwind aimed a heavy blow at the femme's head, making her fall to the ground. She snatched the kit out of her jaws, holding the squealing creature roughly. "I would like to kill you, through, but I know Silvergrace would not approve. So if you want the kit to stay alive, follow me." The spotted femme had no intention of bringing the duo to the medicine cat, instead she would lead them to a prison she found along with Silverice the time Silverstrike and Embersky got on their territory.
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Post by yami-chan on Mar 30, 2008 9:15:52 GMT -5
ooc: lolz, very good Cheetah! If you continue like this u will have no problem rping.
bic: W A R S O N G
The blood pounded inside her head, cranium hitting hard earth as the blow had been quite hard. She felt the small body of Sneezekit being torn from her maws, the creature now wailing in the spotted warrior's clutches; anger flickered through the dark warrior, her muscles tightening as she scrambled for a foot hold, the mud making it difficult. She knew this was a battle that she could never win, not in this state, but maybe later. "Cheethawind you heartless coward! Starclan did not betray you, they never put loyalty into your paws! You forced it upon them, and then when you found them to great a threat you slaughtered them in cold blood." A snarl set firmly across her lips, every hair on her black body rising with growing hatred and loathing.
Legs shaking as she took a step forward, Warsong unsheathed her claws for a steady hold and to provide protection, a growl emitting from her voice box. "Give me Sneezekit....and I will follow you. But just in case you are interested I did not come here of my own accord. Sneezekit was playing by the river's edge, a creature attacked and I fought back, but we both ended up falling into the water.." Lime green audits flashed with burning anger, the fire licking at her pupils as she stared down Cheethawind. "So do not accuse me of trespassing."[/color][/b]
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Post by Cheetah on Apr 2, 2008 17:11:45 GMT -5
Menace
Cheetahwind calmly walked forward, raking her claws on Warsong's face. She dropped Sneezekit on the ground, away from the black femme, waiting for her to get up. She stood directly above her, defying Warsong to try and fight her. "The only way for your Clan to survive was to be loyal to me. Those worthless cats would have prospered under my leadership." - she hissed, feeling no guilt or regret at destroying a whole Clan, which included kits, elders and young apprentices. "You're right, I am heartless, but that will not stop me from fulfilling my plans. If you get in my way, you will be destroyed, just like your puny Clanmates were, and you will be if you don't get up in the next minute." Cheetahwind looked at Warsong, her hate not clouding her judgement like before. Whatever the cats might say, she wasn't a foolish apprentice anymore. In fact she was never foolish, and just became more intelligent now.
"You can call me a coward if you want to." She smiled, sensing her power in every movement of the two weak DarkClan cats. The moonlight glinted off her teeth, making her smile appear as dark with menace and hate, the emotions that had been hiding underneath it. "Which I am, of course not. It is not like I care the least bit about the words of a weak half-dead cat." The spotted femme circled around Warsong once, keeping her eyes on Sneezekit. Her jaws opened again, to provide a mew laced with sarcasm. "Would you like me to release you with herbs and let you kill me? It is not like you have any choice around here. If you do not follow me now, I will kill you and drown your body in the gorge. After that, I will scare Sneezekit to the point she will not tell, and even if she does, only some cats will believe her. And since I am not a coward, which you for some reason consider me to be," she paused, letting her words sink in, and testing her powers further on both cats. "I will simply fight back with all the force of NightClan. Also, I am sure half of your Clan will also follow me."OOC: Thanks:) I'm trying to post a lot on the Twilight site(3 or 4 paragraphs.) And lets say the RP was before the wolves came.
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