Meeting Omega (open)

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  • ooc: it is important you read his presentation! He is a very special Kittie ;)
    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…5.msg55464307#msg55464307


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    ƱOmegaƱ


    The gigantic grey form of Omega padded up to the border of the bloodclan territory . Omega had been searching for a home for a long time. He had followed the black ribbon of a road inland, away from the city. The city was for him too much. The things that he had lived there, the memories he had kept had overflowed and know he wanted only to get as far away from it as possible. The black Asphalt was withe hot and it sered the paw pads of the big cat. By chance, the fur of Omega reflected the sun, so he felt quite good in this environment. The experiences that they had done on him had been helpful in that way. The products of modern science had enhanced his capabilities and his sensitivity. The only thing that would actually betray him as a lab rat would have been his red eye that clashed with the blue one. That and his glowing claws (but it was still day for now) Omega had walked his merry way, stopping only to eat and sleep. He had continued to move upwards with the road until the environment around him had change to a bleak desert. He had stopped in front of a pile of corpses that created a frontier with the road. The corpses seemed not to be roadkills so this intrigued him. The air was filled with the stench of old and newly spilled blood. The rocky desert up ahead was bordered with bodies. Their fur was falling out. The blood had coagulated in thick black clumps at the lips of the wounds, adding a grotesqueness to the bloated corpses. Flies and maggots wove in and out of the holes where the eyes had been. The most old corpses where now no more then dried up mummies that rustled in the wind like grim leaves. The sun was heading up towards high noon. the sunlight was so strong and that Omega had to sometimes shut his eyes to avoid the full blast of the glaring sun.
    Omega interestedly pocked a corpse. A cloud of flies escaped from the body and crowded around Omega like a haze. Without any emotion , Omega approached a freshly killed body and bit into it. Even tho the meat was a bit dry, there was still a lot to eat. So the gray cat ate a bit. Then he kicked a bit of dirt on the body of his fellow feline . This was a desert. He absolutely could not afford to waste good food and besides, he had not eaten for a few days now. Omega put a paw over the corpses, then another and then he leaped over the bodies with a nimble jump. He landed in the dust on the other side. The flies that were hovering around him flew away immediately as he had disturbed the red yellow tinged sand and raised a small cloud of dust. The particles hung for a few moments then the dry wind of the desert carried them away.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt;][justify][size=7pt] "Please state your name and business." mewed Februaryromance as the female flickered into view from her invisibility. The slender albino looked at the grey tabby with narrowed ruby red eyes.


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    Dipping her head in greeting to Februaryromance, Calypso's harsh gaze fixated on the trespasser, unwavering.[/fancypost]

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    Two cats? Why had he not seen them coming? Yes, it was probably the fault of the music box. He had been too absorbed by the beautiful melody to hear or to see them. Yes, the melody could have done that. The odor that the two left behind said a lot on their character. They smelled of blood, sand and dust. And also, they carried the scent of many other cats. So they lived in a group?
    "Please state your name and business."
    A pure white cat. With ruby red eyes. She had a red eyes, just like him...
    But whatever. He knew that even if they where similar he wouldn't get any mercy from her. There was an other cat.She was black with yellow eyes. (sorry if i'm wrong i'm just guessing)
    Omega didn't like being caught in a sentimental moment like this. He shuffled closer to the music box and stopped it with a paw. The music halted in mid sentence which made Omega agitated. He didn't like the proximity of other people, and even less murderers. being a monster didn't mean you like the company of other monsters.
    "You could call me Tungsten" He didn't like being asked questions brutally like this. Actually, he didn't like being asked questions at all. To be more precise, he didn't like talked to at all.


    Ooc:(please guys, could you do a bit more than just two sentences? ^^nothing against that or anything it's just that this is one of my first rps's so i need inspiration to see how it's done.)

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt;][justify][size=7pt]Februaryromance wasn't going to allow this male avoid her questions. Her long feathery tail twitched behind her impatiently as her laser red eyes narrowed at the trespasser. But at least he had answered one question.


    "What is your business?" she asked again, the petite lithe albino sounded a little more forceful, waiting for him to answer as quickly as possible. Being long haired and all, the snowflake first tier/omega was rather feeling overheated at the moment and wanted to go cool down at an oasis or shade.[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

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    {Yeah, sorry, I was just rushed c:}


    "Tungsten?" she echoed, flicking her ears and tasting the sound of it. It wasn't half bad, really, but Calypso wasn't pleased that the male had simply told them his name. Once, a smart-alec kitten had avoided both her name and business, though their ferocity soon squeezed out both. They had done it before, they could do it again.


    Shrugging, the cream point seated herself beside her Clanmate and glanced at her. She resembled her father so much, it was hard not to enjoy being around the albino. Even though she had told herself she would stop missing Dailyregrets, it was proving to be impossible for the young feline.


    Crimson blood from an open wound had begun to create a steady stream down her hind leg, but she disregarded it, sapphire optics still burning into the charred gray that was his pelt. She thought of wounds as a marker of their Clan's violent life style. If Tungsten didn't like it, he would have to leave. There was no room in BloodClan for wimps.[/fancypost]

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    The snow leopard prowled up to the scene, his yellow eyes narrowing as he spotted the loner casually eat some of the corpse and skip across the border as if the line of bodies carried no weight. Disrespecting BloodClan territory was not an option.




    Djagatai padded up next to Februaryromance as he watched Omega for his reaction towards their inquiries. All the while, the long length of his tail flicked from side to side as he observed the scene.




    Omega seemed big and strong. As long as he knew how to hold his tongue, Djag couldn't see a reason why he wouldn't be allowed to join, if that was the tom's ultimate purpose. But all in time. The wildcat would wait and see what he wanted first. After all, not all cats came to the borders to join BloodClan; some just had other business or were just plain fools, eager to bite into the bread called Death that BloodClan so eagerly fed to others.




    {TWIN!!!}
    vinny
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    alliance;; Deputy of Bloodclan.
    species;; Male Snow Leopard
    parents;; adopted mother: Aima Harbringer
    birthmonth;; December 2012
    #djagatai
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    "What is your business?"
    The albino cat pushed on. Omega looked at her if she was a lunatic. Why did she want to know his business. He could have easily whacked her in the face and that be the end of it. But in the distance, a silhouette appeared. A snow leopard. What was a snow leopard doing here, in the desert? How interesting... He had only seen these big animals in the city's zoos. Behind him, the cream point with icy blue eyes echoed his name as if she was a wine critic that was adjudging a difficult product. Omega waited for the big animal to come closer. He liked how the fur of the creature looked. The three felines where of course killers. They where lean and mean, with sinuous muscles. He didn't like their type. But of course, he could judge on appearances. The big gray cat took no notice of the silent three comrades that surrounded him and dragged the music box towards him. When he took his paw off it, it emitted a small noise as if it was going to continue it's song. Bu Omega shut it hastily, silencing it's noise. "You only sing for me now" he though innerly. he looked attentively at the others.
    "I would probably tell you if i knew your names. It seems fair to me: a name against a name, then I can tell you my business".


    Ooc: (so much talent :D)

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    "How about your forget our names and answer the ladies," rumbled a massive six hundred pound beast as he padded over to stand behind his clanmates that were already present. The Siberian tiger's dark optics flitted over Omega's form in the span of a few seconds, already jotting down several notations in his mind. Judging by the emotion the feline was giving off, he was a cocky idiot, much like most of the loners that were idiotic enough to go around these parts without being on their guard. Maybe he'd make a nice snack. [/fancypost]


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    MORIARTYVILLIAN || 18 MOONS || BLOODCLAN, FIRST TIER
    EXTREME/DIFFICULT || SIBERIAN TIGER || POWERS(5)
    -emotion manipulation
    -sound and molecule manipulation
    -multiple possessions
    -telepathy
    -memory manipulation[/fancypost]

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    Heartless Ignis



    "You'll never catch me"



    ~Out Of Character~


    ~~~


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    ~In Character~


    Smelling a strange scent on the wind Heartless padded closer. He hung back warily, remembering what happened last time his clanmates misunderstood him. His life hadn't got much better after that. Almost ever warrior thought of him badly. How was he supposed to deal with that? But something was different about this cat. He was special. His coat was not that of a wildcat's, but he was abnormally large for a clan cat. His eyes, Heartpaw didn't like looking at them, but they intrigued him. One bloody red, the other icy blue. Tungsten? Heartpaw had never heard anyone with a name like that. "He's right, it's only fair if we tell him who we are." Stepping out of the shadows Heartpaw dipped his head to the mysterious cat. "I am Heartpaw, from Bloodclan, and these are my clanmates." He liked this cat, his presence felt powerful, but he was calm and cool.


    Click to join Heartpaw's family!


    ©Liara

  • "He's right, it's only fair if we tell him who we are." "How about your forget our names and answer the ladies."
    He had seen the big form of the tiger at the horizon. Th tiger was a large orange white beast was stripped with black stripes. What was a tiger doing here now? They where four now, but two of them where large beasts. Never mind that, the bigger they where the harder they fell. A small albino, a cream point, a snow leopard, and now a tiger? How badly was he in trouble? No, he had seen tigers in zoos he knew what they where capable off. This one looked big and strong. Not that fast and driven by anger. He took no notice of the tiger and waited for the names of the others. Aways eying the tiger that seemed to be hostile, he turned himself towards the others that where a bit less aggressive. "No, i quite think i'll wait for their names. A name for a name.'
    A cat stepped next to the tiger. He seemed more friendly then the others: "I am Heartpaw, from Bloodclan, and these are my clanmates."
    a small grin creped on my face.
    "I am happy to know your name, Heartpaw"

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    The Siberian tiger's head turned towards the snow leopard deputy with a small smirk passing across his maw. Honestly. The power of idiocy. "Though I don't quite see the point of allowing my meal to know my name before I devour them, it's Moriarty," replied the massive beast, turning his dark optics back to the little feline. [/fancypost]


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    MORIARTYVILLIAN || 18 MOONS || BLOODCLAN, FIRST TIER
    EXTREME/DIFFICULT || SIBERIAN TIGER || POWERS(5)
    -emotion manipulation
    -sound and molecule manipulation
    -multiple possessions
    -telepathy
    -memory manipulation[/fancypost]

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    Heartless Ignis



    "You'll never catch me"



    ~Out Of Character~


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    ~In Character~


    Heartpaw's gaze flicked between Moriarty and Tungsten. He had openly told them his name, why not treat him fairly? There was another thing, Heartpaw, not matter how arrogant and proud, wasn't about to make Tungsten angry. There was something about him he couldn't place, the kind of thing that would make many cats afraid of him, but Heartpaw was curious, he wanted to know more.


    Click to join Heartpaw's family!


    ©Liara

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    Calypso rolled her blue oculars, answering with a quick, "I'm Calypso."


    The cream point's brown claws dug into the sand, wondering how much longer they would have to fight over getting down to his business. He was probably interested in joining, but she wasn't sure she wanted him to join now. "Now answer our question, please," she meowed, biting her lip. Her voice, strained yet polite, could turn rather fierce if he didn't open up.[/fancypost]

  • "Good fucking God." She growled, padding over. Seriously, this was, what, the third idiot she'd met? Fifth? No fucking clue.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt;][justify][size=7pt] Februaryromance was one not to give out her name so easily as the rest. Her fur prickled with faint annoyance but she let it pass. If the idiot was going to be judging by size than he was going to die easily in this hellhole.


    Glancing at Djagatai, she couldn't help but flatten her ears against her skull. She felt smaller and more smaller as her big clanmates came. She wasn't irritated at all for their thankful force but she felt as if she was losing the trespasser with all this soft chaos.


    "They told their names. More than just one now tell us why you are here." Her patient personality was growing thinner and thinner as a string that was being pulled to hard. But she kept her emotions locked down and kept a calm casual face.[/size][/justify][/fancypost]