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Post by Mistress Tatl. on Nov 25, 2013 14:09:22 GMT -5
I am your master. To be completely honest, Drossel had no idea where he was. Reaching over the edge of the cliff, he patted the side with a paw, nails clinking on the rock sides, his eerie laugh escaping him. "Neeee-ope!" he chuckled to himself, pulling back. The cliff was far too deep to climb down without vision. He'd have to be daft to even try. Not to mention it was slippery and he was absolutely freezing his fur off. What else was there to do, but to backtrack? The tom cat turned to pad away from the cliffs, laughing in that eerie way he was so good at. Yet, as he started away, he realized someone was approaching. It was so echoy here it was hard to tell just how far, but he could hear them coming. Running. Shouting. Parting his jaws, Drossel inhaled deeply, scenting the air to see just who was rushing so quickly towards him, and all in a panic. Unfortunately, he wasn't prepared for this, so there was no traps set to take advantage of the opportunity. Maybe he could push them off the cliff? He giggled gleefully to himself at the thought. As the shouting grew nearer, Drossel realized that he recognized the voices. They'd visited him earlier that day, in fact. Some gaggle of rogues who'd longed for his help in kidnapping some kits from one of the clans that inhabited the area. The morons. Drossel wasn't foolish enough to just drop into Clan grounds like that, seeing as he was completely blind and not particularly quiet. No, that would take him completely out of his element. He was better off just trapping some unsuspecting kit that wandered out. "You!" shouted one of the rogues, recognizing Drossel standing nearby. He grinned darkly. Before, he'd managed to poison one of them. Maybe they'd realized. He laughed. "Yes. Me." he relied in his sing-song tone. They all began shouting at once, planning together in a tangled mess of voices shouting above one another. Drossel could pick out any one voice, but even he was confused by the jumple of words being thrown his way. That was, until a little soft fluff ball that smelled like milk was dropped in front of him and the other rogues dashed off. Drossel craned his neck down to sniff the fluff ball. "A kitten? Just sitting in front of me? How dreadfully boring." The tom laughed and started to pad away, until he heard more voices, and the rush of more paws through the snow. Judging by the scent, this time, it was clan cats rushing his way, no doubt to fetch back their kit. Which was wonderful. Or would be. Had Drossel not been pinned against the gorge. Snatching up the kit, the crazy gray tom padded back to the edge of the gorge, dangling the kit over, chuckling through the mouthful of fur. If they hurt him, they'd kill the kit! If not, he would be able to go on his way without a problem! It was a win-win situation, clearly. TAGS: [OPEN]
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Post by Phlox on Dec 1, 2013 16:58:20 GMT -5
but i will only ever be me.
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Blood pounded in his ears as Snakeheart ran at the front of the group of warriors. His lips were drawn back, showing his teeth, ready to threaten whoever he came across. The moment he had heard the cry of alarm he had bolted. No matter which kits had been stolen or how many, the only ones in the nursery were his and barely days old, and he would tear out the heart of every rogue if it meant saving his kit. The wind was cold, but the black tom barely noticed it thanks to his thick fur and fast-rushing blood, even as it intensified as they followed the trail through the sheer cliffs of Death Valley.
He nearly thought to thank StarClan for his extra toes as he kept a semi-quick pace through the dangerous area, but he was too focused. The kits didn't have anything even resembling a proper coat of fur by SkyClan standards, and if Snake didn't hurry the poor things would likely freeze to death. But the scent was getting weaker - they'd likely split up and skittered away. Luckily he knew that at least some of the warriors had done the same, and he trusted them. Right now he just had to keep following this trail.
He rounded the bend to find a dead end and a dark grey cat. He was ready to spring, to push him right off the edge of the cliff and let him be picked apart by birds, but he tensed and the yowl caught in his throat when he saw what the rogue held. No. No,no,no. Snakeheart froze, his orange eyes looking straight into the rogue's glowing blue ones. Oh, they were horribly unsettling. He swallowed, hardly seeing. "Put her down." His voice was nearly a growl. "If you kill her, I swear… I-I won't hesitate to kill you."
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notes: The kit could be Daisykit or the other girl, so Harmiie, if you wish to jump in I'm cool with that.
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Post by harmiie on Dec 2, 2013 7:57:29 GMT -5
ooc;; don't mind if i do~
if you don't mind the lame post that is, heh.
Where was she? This place, not a thing was familiar to her. For all she knew, she had meant to be in someplace warm, safe beside her mother's belly and between her brother and sister; the scent of milk and of her loving mother, of the other cats who came to visit with their soft nuzzles and gentle purrs. That's how it'd always been for her short existence. This, though, was completely different.
There were sounds she had never heard before, screams and caterwauls echoing in her ears. She felt her mother leave her side and mewled out in confusion, crying for her mama to return to her, but it appeared to be in vain. The next thing she knew, there was the scent of an unfamiliar cat - it was just unpleasant - before being hit by a sudden rush of freezing air, whisked away with her littermates. Now she lay on the cold, damp ground, being poked and prodded by sharp claws and unfriendly strangers. The young she-kit, too young to even open her eyes, was completely helpless to her kitnappers. Why were they so painful? She didn't understand...
Chaos was the best word to describe it. Daisykit was picked up and swung around, she heard laughter as their teeth pierced her soft skin, tainting her white pelt with vital droplets of red and dropped carelessly on the ground, picked up again. Little did she know, it wasn't long until was dangling over the edge, her fragile life in certain danger. She didn't want any of this, she just yearned to go back to what she knew before.
Her cries were clear, yet too quiet to echo. It wasn't until she heard a familiar voice that a spark of pure happiness and hope rushed into her, the most loving and gentle visitor. His voice brought comfort, told her that everything would be alright. Daisykit's mewls grew louder, small pink paws stretching out for him eagerly, willing him to take her back home, She'd had enough of the cold weather and the mean voices.
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Post by Mistress Tatl. on Dec 2, 2013 9:34:59 GMT -5
I am your master. A wicked grin lit Drossels face in amusement at the scent of horror wafting from the clan cat. Now this was interesting. The funny part about it all, of course, is that he would have just left the kit for the clan cats to find if they'd arrived only minutes later. Still, did he really want the trouble right now? It was cold outside. It seemed like a lot of bother for a little entertainment. Of course, if Drossel didn't center his life around his own amusement, where would he be today? The tom giggled through the kit filling his mouth before dropping her on the ground at the edge of the cliff, placing one paw over her, pressing her into the ground. If he wanted, he could just squish her, or he could shove her over the cliff. Either one would be funny, right? "Kill me?" he mused gleefully. "Go ahead. I bet I can push her off the cliff before you slit my throat!" He laughed hysterically, licking his teeth wickedly. "Of course, dying could be considered counter productive," Drossel thought out loud to himself. "Then who would show cats like you how foolish they are?" He chortled, sightless eyes narrowing in the general direction of the panicking tom. "I suppose what happens next is up to you, then?" His body shook as his laughter grew more unsettlingly eager. The rogue leaned forward slightly, his body pressing a bit more onto the kit, though not enough to seriously damage her in any way. "Will you kill me and sacrifice the kit? It's your move, puppet."
Suddenly Drossel's smile faded into a look of annoyance as he glanced from side to side, where nobody else could be seen. Well, unless you were Drossel. He could see three other cats padding into site, begging him to leave the kit be. She's just a kit, Drossel! Let her go! "Yes! I see that! I'm not blind!" he shot back at the ghost before breaking into a crazy grin again. "Oh wait! I am!" He almost accidentally shoved the kit off the cliff in his fit of pure laughter. Blind gaze snapping back to the warrior he couldn't actually see, the only real, physical being, he grinned with his large pointed teeth. "Listen to your false gods! Begging me to let the kit go because she's so young. But it doesn't make a difference, does it? Cats are cats, no matter the age!" He smirked. |
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