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Post by Deadstar on Jun 27, 2007 11:30:02 GMT -5
Deadstar sank his claws into the blood-soaked earth of Circle Clearing. He was standing on the edge of it, looking out over the clearing. There was no one there, but that was fine with him. He could easily call everyone to him. The black tom curled his lips off of his teeth, the lethal fangs flashing in the half-light of dusk. The sun was setting, sinking into the ground slowly. Icy eyes watched it without a care.
The tom sheathed his claws once more, then padded out, slinking forward into the now dark clearing. Night was falling fast, and Deadstar was pleased. The boss cat looked around breifly, then spied a low hanging branch from a massive oak tree off to the side. He walked over to it then leapt onto the branch. From there, he had a good view of the entire clearing. He was not yet ready to call the meeting. He wanted the moon to rise a little higher into the sky. So, he leapt off of the branch to land silently on the ground.
Ice blue voids narrowed in fury. The prey were still strewn about, even after he had ordered it be picked up. The tomcat smirked. 'Perhaps I should make the slaves members, and the members slaves.' but he shook his head. He could not do that. He flicked his tailtip in annoyance and walked forward until he came upon the carcass of a mouse. He slid out his claws and lifted the mouse. Its meat fell apart and a writhing mass of maggots fell out of it. Deadstar hissed and leapt back, hackles bristling.
'Disgusting creatures! They will pay for this! That mouse could have fed two cats!' he thought, shivering in fury. Head jerked up to look at the moon and he rose to leapt onto the branch again. Cats of Achromatic Eclipse! Gather in the Circle Clearing! he yowled to the heavens, likstening as his summons rang about the area. The cats would come, or they'd suffer. Deadstar was finished playing mister nice kitty.
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Post by `empty on Jun 27, 2007 13:24:06 GMT -5
Sadly, words have double meanings; meanings that are cruel. That bite at your heart, fish for your weakness, and tear you apart, making you scream silently, in terrible vain. You just want them to kill you, wrap you around their capable claw and then cut you like flimsy ribbon. All the while, you get to hide behind that bold mask of yours, and they could never know. Never know the difference, that you're really hurting, the pain eating you up. And you want them to do it now, because you're too tired for suicide, too weak to rebel. Things are fun when you're a slave, eh?
Would you like that, Dane? Wouldn't you love you be a slave, relish it even? Where you have to find out what makes every member tick, every denied weakness that they hide? And you have to do that all, do it all for the wish of escape. The members have no idea what it's like to serve, none at all.
It was then you made your way to Circle Clearing, where your master would beckon to you, because you must sit beside him.
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Post by Duskmoon on Jun 27, 2007 21:08:32 GMT -5
Kestrel walked uneasily into the Circle Clearing. Every inch of him quivered with undisguised fear. The feathers knotted into his fur shook madly, as if they meant to take flight from his fur. A call from Deadstar in that tone of voice could only mean one thing... Kestrel knew that the Boss had oredered that the prey be picked up, but Kestrel was only one skinny little slave. He couldn't do everything in this filthy hell-hole. Kestrel had picked up 2 pieces of wasted prey and tossed them from the clearing after the posse cats ate, but it wasn't nearly enough.
A snarl curled itself into Kestrel's mouth, marring his mottled face. Those lazy asses couldn't even pick up their own prey after they ate, let alone any other cats. Thoughts raced thorugh the birdlike cat's mind, somewhere along the lines of: What would happen to me if I left the posse? Would anyone even notice? Somehow, Kestrel thought they wouldn't.
But what the hell. Let's stay and listen to what the great black tom has to say. It could be interesting.
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Post by Basil<< on Jun 27, 2007 22:17:48 GMT -5
Disaster. That was what read on the face of Dane, the Achromatic Eclipse agent. He picked through rotten prey and other unmentionable things, his teeth bared in disgust. For a moment, he stopped and glanced around, his disgust heightening with all he took in.
He narrowed his eyes at movement near the edge of the clearing, and he edged toward it. It was a magpie, a good sized one, twitching in an odd way on the soil. The moon hit the bird's eyeless sockets, and Dane lifted the bird with one claw.
Maggots fell like rain from it's body like rain, and the stench of putrid rotting flesh emanated from it. He dropped it, hissing. It was sickening and, just gross. It was food gone to waste, food that could have strengthened them, prepared them for what was to come, their show of strength against Obsidian Dawn.
Not that any of them knew that, but he was sure they would in a moment. Deadstar would make sure of that, out of many things he was sure to beat them all up for.
He backed away from the rotting bird, his nose screwed up in utter disgust. Sick and wrong it was, these cats he lived with. He wanted to beat some sense into all of them, but he would leave that to Deadstar. He didn’t think there would be any problems after this meeting.
He picked through previously said filth, shaking his paws in disgust as it squelched in something unidentified. He didn’t really want to know what it was. He stepped up to Deadstar and nodded politely. He glanced at his slave and smirked, an almost normal thing to do when he looked at her. He sat at a polite distance next to Deadstar, his tail twitching.
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Post by Deadstar on Jun 28, 2007 9:40:42 GMT -5
There was Dee, Dane's slave, and Kestrel. The black cat watched the odd cat named Kestrel. The mottled tom seemed angry, which did not suprise the boss at all. He could understand why the slaves hated being that. But today, he was going to give them their chance. Oh yes, after today, he'd be very popular with the slave cats.
Dane approached and gave Deadstar a nod. Deadstar returned it and flicked his tail, calling the tom closer. I want you up here with me. he called softly. Dane knew how he felt about the lazy ass cats, so the agent deserved to be up here as well.
Deadstar returned his icy eyes to the clearing. The prey situation was causing ripples of fury to slide up and down his spine, causing his shoulder fur to bristle. The huge tomcat snarled softly, crouching on the branch. Then he sat up again, balancing on it easily. His massive claws sank into the branch, showing how furious he was. Ice blue eyes flamed; oh yes, Deadstar was pissed.
((Empty, am I allowed to make the members slaves? And the slaves members? o:))
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Post by `empty on Jun 28, 2007 12:30:41 GMT -5
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Post by Deadstar on Jun 28, 2007 12:38:07 GMT -5
((It wouldnt be permenant, just for a week or so, to let the members know how it feels.))
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Post by `empty on Jun 28, 2007 12:43:17 GMT -5
[[Ohh, I see. ^^ Yeah, if it'd be temporary, then sure, go for it. But you still might want to run it by Sketch.]]
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Post by Deadstar on Jun 28, 2007 12:47:27 GMT -5
((Will do. When and if she gets on.))
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Post by Duskmoon on Jun 28, 2007 12:54:54 GMT -5
((I think it would be the awesomes. I mean, not for good, but temporarily. Like what Shadow did to Malice.))
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Post by Deadstar on Jun 28, 2007 12:58:34 GMT -5
((Can we get back to role playng, please? xDD Dusk can post if she wants.))
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Post by Duskmoon on Jun 28, 2007 13:07:58 GMT -5
Kestrel saw Deadstar perched on a branch. Fire burned in his eyes. Yeah, Kestrel could see clearly that something big was coming. Deadstar was going to drop some sort of bomb, Kestrel thought, fuming. There would be punishment. And Kestrel wasn't ready to receive that sort of rage when he had done his job.
Kestrel let out a soft hiss. Dane, the Agent, was sitting there too. Maybe they were going to kill all the slaves. Combined, they certainly had enough strength. The tom shied back involuntarily, shuddering from his spine to his tail. He wasn't about to die because those asses had left their prey lying around. The bird cat's claws dug deep into the dirt of the Clearing, scratching holes in the bloodstained ground.
Yes, Kestrel was angry. And why shouldn't he be? The black tom still sat on his branch, appearing like he was scheming. Kestrel sat back on his haunches, prepared to wait only as long as was necessary.
((Sorry for the shortness, but I can't reply that much when nothing's been said and I already expressed the angriness.))
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Post by Deadstar on Jun 28, 2007 13:17:50 GMT -5
Deadstar looked around slowly, carefully. It looked like most of the cats were here. That would do. The tohers could pass the message along. Deadstar once again unsheathed his claws, flexing them against the branch, ripping little strips of wood up. The tom hissed again, thinking over what he was going to say and do.
Cats of Achromatic Eclipse. Come closer. I have news for you all. Though everyone is not here, I expect you to pass my message on.' he paused, looking around meet each and every cats' eyes. He wanted to make sure he had their complete attention.
He looked around again, holding Kestrel's gaze calmly. He could see hatred relfected in his eyes; and he flinched. Why had the mottled tom flinched? What could he be thinking about? There was no telling. Not with that cat anyway. Deadstar continued to hold his gaze, waiting for the tom to look away.
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Post by Duskmoon on Jun 28, 2007 13:24:11 GMT -5
Kestrel inched closer, looking away quickly from Deadstar's icy eyes. Whatever Deadstar had to tell the Achromatic Eclipse cats, it would not bode well for him at all. Keeping himself far enough away that Deadstar couldn't lunge at him, Kestrel sat, shaken by the images he had seen in his mind.
Slaves dead, their bodies littering the clearing like so many pieces of dead prey. Deadstar and Dane laughing, high on their branch, their claws sullied by blood. Cats hiding in dark shadows, afraid that their Boss could turn quickly on them.
Kestrel crouched low to the ground, laying his bushy tail over his nose protectively. His ears turned back onto his head, but the tom willed them to move forward, not ready to show his fear to Deadstar. Hatred brewed deep in his heart, but not hot enough to burn away his terror.
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Post by Deadstar on Jun 28, 2007 13:35:07 GMT -5
Deadstar had to smirk slightly as the cat looked away. The black tom noted how he crept closer, far enough away so that Deadstar could not lunge at him. Ah, so he was afraid of attack. That figured, and did not suprise the tom. He watched the bird cat curl up and gave him a slight smile. It held no malice within it, only a promise.
Cats of Achrome, members especially, listen up. As you know, I am not your old boss. All he did was let you lay around while Obsidian Dawn picked you off one by one. Slaves, were you ever rewarded for defending your masters?
He yowled this so everyone could hear. Icy eyes flashed evilly, angrily. He hissed, waiting for the slaves to reply. He had a feeling that they would yowl back no. And could he blame them? No! He couldnt. And wouldnt.
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