OOH, SHINY!;; theascended members only, capture

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 470px; font-family: georgia;][justify][color=black][size=10][font=times new roman]God DAMN, he was really on his last nerves with this one.


    Manipulating her was one thing, forcing her was another; but dragging her all the way back to the skyscraper? Nearly fucking impossible. Now he padded into the skyscraper, the victim in front of him as he pushed her along since she was being a stubborn asshole and refused to move. Hell, she already told him that she was going to murder him.


    They finally arrived into the lobby where the usual cats hang out. "Hey, I got a little treat!" Greed called out into the room, his eyes locked on the female. He had to make sure that she wouldn't get away.

    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]"A treat," the fourth tier commented, "sounds like you're going to eat it Hmmph, at least it will please father. Anti-creator, correct?"

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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]titanicpaw hissed softly, her odd colored blue and yellow eyes flashing, mostly in fear, but partly in anger. biting her lip to keep from making a retort, and possibly getter seriously injured she began to slowly inch away from the two animals.

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    Buckpaw glanced up from his meal of rabbit. "New prisoner." he mumbled, quickly pulling off the last of the juicy meat and then moving closer to the new captive. A memory flashed through his mind of the captives that he had a few days earlier.


    "Now what do we have here?" he said with a grunt, cocking his head to the side.


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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]titanicpaw hissed at him and pulled herself away slightly, silver tabby fur fluffed up, and odd colored eyes sparking. the apprentice didn't exactly like any cat who examined her like this tom was. her tail lashed back and forth, and she backed away from the tom, in the direction of the door, which she still really wanted to go out of.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 470px; font-family: georgia;][justify][color=black][size=10][font=times new roman]Greed's maw curved slightly upwards in a smile and he moved to block the only exit. "What we have here is the female whom decided that it'd be a great idea to be a bitch. Now, she may or may not have my kittens," the ebony tom told the two members whom had shown up. He really wanted Carnivalcorpse to see this; he thought that the sovereign would be happy with his catch. "Speaking of which, I don't even know your name," his green eyes averted to look at the quite pissed feline.

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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]titanicpaw just looked at him evenly, her odd colored yellow and blue eyes narrowed. "it's titanicpaw." she said finally, whatever, telling him her name didn't mean she was going to comply, or ever would comply to this bitch. her fur was fluffed up, and she felt venerable with greed in front of her, and buckpaw behind her.

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    "Looks like you got yourself in a bad situation Titanicpaw. greed is going to be a father? That's new." Buckpaw stepped closer and poked his paw out, attempting to poke the she-cat in the belly.


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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]titanicpaw pulled away from buckpaw, it took every ounce of self control not to throw herself at him and begin to pummel him, or try to. was there any way for her not to have the kittens? she didn't think so, not without herbs at least. frowning slightly the daughter of stacysong and mercuryposioning huffed, and quivered at the same time.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 470px; font-family: georgia;][justify][color=black][size=10][font=times new roman]Greed's expression grew pleased as she spoke her name. "Ah, Titanicpaw. A name fit for a pretty feline like you," he complimented her smoothly. The seventh tier aimed to just tease her like this. Green orbs watched as Buckpaw tried to poke her stomach, and he snorted inwardly. "I plan on keeping one or two here with me when they're about tier ten age." He stopped to think about where she will stay in the tower. Probably with the rest of the prisoners, a couple floors below his quarters.

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    Buckpaw snorted. "Your gonna get attached. Then you'll get weak." He never worked with love. If he ever mated, his kits would be the scum of the earth for him.


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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]"what, attached to little scraps of fur... i don't think so." titanicpaw hissed backing away from both of them. if only she had just run away when greed had approached her, instead of talking to him, and ordering him to leave. these cats were worse than cryptclan, at least one of their apprentices had been nice to her.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 470px; font-family: georgia;][justify][color=black][size=10][font=times new roman]"You don't realize that the ones I keep will be trained as members of the Ascended. Plus, Buckpaw, no need for you to worry about me getting weak," Greed defended himself, sitting on his rump as the higher tiersman spoke. He wasnt the most love oriented type either. The ebony tom looked over to Titanicpaw. "What a caring mother. Oh, and don't try to run. You'll just get lost and then some other member will try to get to you. I suggest you sit down here," he growled at the female.

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    "Oh no, I realize that. I've been helping that along as well, with a few mates of my own. But I will not know the kits, ever, as I won't see them ever again. Nor will they knew who their father is or who their mother was." Buckpaw glanced at the other member, eyes narrowing slightly against the sunlight.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 470px; font-family: georgia;][justify][color=black][size=10][font=times new roman]"I obviously know about that part. But I'm using this particular opportunity to make the Ascended stronger. As one of the higher tiers, you should understand that," he pointed out. "Of all the others I have done this to, none of my offspring will ever know me unless they seek me out. But I highly doubt that they will find me." Greed confronted the problem casually, maintaining his calm demeanor.

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    Buckpaw rolled his eyes. "The Ascended is stronger because of their strength, not because of their numbers. Although, if our numbers were substantial we could always overwhelm the enemy. We need skill, not just bulk." Buckpaw took a second look at the she-cat before turning back to Greed. "Whatever, I couldn't care less right now."


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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]titanicpaw huffed, shit she hated it here, at least they weren't talking about what they would do to her, that always kind of unnerved her. she just hoped these kittens would never know who she was, and what had happened to her. her tail lashing back and forth she plopped down, obeying greed's command.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 470px; font-family: georgia;][justify][color=black][size=10][font=times new roman]Greed grit his teeth together. He had never been a fan of Buckpaw himself. The seventh tier had different thoughts about what a strong group in numbers and strength meant. "Keep it at that, then," he stated flatly, not wanting to argue and then get into a fight. "Moving the topic to you," the tom turned his attention to Titanicpaw. "You'll be staying deep underground with the prisoners, I presume."

    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]"It's all about killing the Creator, like Carnivalcorpse says," the fourth tier put in her two cents, before letting her eyes drift to the prisoner once more. The serval could care less about that scum - her one and only resolve was to please father, and please father she would.


    Once a drone, always a drone, huh?

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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]"whatever." ti muttered her odd eyes narrowing, and her mouth in a slightly pouty stance.