Gather 'Round the Meteor Fire -- End Game Camp

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    Seasquall's joining of Stormclan had failed and she sensed the need to get back on any clan. "I'm always open to getting revenge on the Cartel, unless we're slightly friendly with em." She never thought this evil could come from her but all the stress in her life was building up and needed to be released.


    Bill gave a snort in response. "Not friendly with anyone." They stated. To the rest of the group, they spoke, "We plan on fire at Rebellion of Terminus. Join us?" Which would translate to 'We plan to set fire to the Rebellion of Terminus's territory. Anyone want to do that with us?'
    "speaking" actions thoughts "corrupt speaking through bill" corrupt speaking mentally at bill


    (c) advo

    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 5/08][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    "mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | ringmaster[leader] of the rebellion of terminus, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of the exiles | messanger of end game | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN" scar on rump (from finnishwars)
    scratch scars on neck (from corrupt)
    torn left ear (from pierce)
    scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    body is constantly twitching
    compulsive liar disorder
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, asexual and aromantic
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically medium, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
    let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
    played by maple
    tag: #corruptcipher
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links
    powers Bill can/can't use
    in-depth tags
    warned the rift and westeros [5/01]

    Talonfire slunk forward, the red and orange flame patterned cat looking about. He walked with confidence, his large claws out so that he would not slip on a rock. He sauntered forward, his arrogance ways evident. He looked at the small dragon and huffed. Perhaps that is their leader. He walked forward to the munchkin in front of the dragon, "I am interested in joining. Would that be alright?" He honestly didn't care if it were alright with her or not. He could practically taste the blood on his muzzle. He loved battle.

    (There's no way I cannot bring this character back for this event!)

    Splatterclaw crept from the shadows where she had been lurking for many moons since the Blackshadow Alliance had failed to vanquish their enemies. The leader of the ruthless invaders let out her devilish grin as she approached the chaotic bunch. Her red eyes glowing with a yearning of revenge. The insane ex-rogue leader with the snowy white pelt stained with blood of her foes couldn't help to pipe in her thoughts on the matter. "Havoc is raised when more than one cat bands together, so I say we form groups to get our point across." she purred, taking a seat and licking her paw. She was smaller than the rest of the creatures there and she was very skinny, but that wasn't a factor one should take to underestimate her, Splatterclaw was indeed insane and was ruthless too. Though she spoke in a very proper but devise tone.

    "I'm always open for fire." The femme said. She had water powers but she was never opposed to the lightings of fire. If she didn't go to the Cartel, she would go to the Rebellion of Terminus.

    [align=justify]Soon enough, Ira had joined the others gathered here. They didn't say anything, instead deciding to listen until there would be a definite plan of action for them to follow. The feline hung back slightly, listening in on the conversation as they waited for the final decision.
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    [spoiler=tags | feb 18]
    GENERAL:
    ★ IRA CIPHER | AGENDER
    ★ pansexual panromantic | they/them
    ★ single | ½ ________
    ★ bill cipher x npc | two years old
    ★ member of the cartel and blizzardclan | no titles
    .
    IMPORTANT NOTES:
    ★ has a dormant demon attached to their soul named sathanus (demon of wrath)
    .
    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ joined the cartel
    ★ joined blizzardclan
    .
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [main] | health: 100%
    — solid cream feline w/ magenta eyes + long fur
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none
    — mutatuions: none
    .
    PERSONALITY:
    ★ rude, sarcastic, unempathetic, violent, vengeful
    ★ patient, intelligent, manipulative
    ★ knows how to hold a grudge
    ★ doesn't care how others feel or think
    .
    POWERS:
    ★ scent manipulation
    ★ sound manipulation
    ★ conjuration
    .
    INTERACTION:
    ★ medium physically | medium mentally
    ★ starts fights
    ★ attack in [color=#ff0077]#ff0077

    BOTTOMS UP BITCH

    Sadie wasnt sure what to do herself at this point. Aside from causing chaos. She had somehow managed to become bloodclan's only slave, so sneaking out from time to time to be here was quite the feat for her."I dont do all this big burly explody stuff. I tend to eat them out from the inside of course." she grinned head tilted slightly down, just for effect. Granted in a camp full of abominations, she wasnt much, but she was still trying to seem slightly fear-worthy.

    Splatterclaw devilishly smirked when Sadie jumped into the conversation. It seemed that the newcomer had similar thinking's as she, even if Splatterclaw didn't express them aloud like she. "I like the way, you're talking. What's your name?" Splatterclaw purred, halting her grooming.

    BOTTOMS UP BITCH

    She gave spatteredclaw a bored look, continued by a sigh."Sadism."she acted as if it was painfully obvious. Well, if her plans had any worth, it would be painfully obvious not too long from now.


    Vulthuryol A. Stradenza-Harbinger/Male/1 moon/ShadowClan (non-trad.)
    OOC:
    IC: Vulthuryol was there, following the white feline (Finch).




    Of course, where Talonfire went she would go. Huffing she settled beside him, any day now...

    Talonfire turned his head to his mate's huff and gave her his smile which would only ever appear for her. "My mate would be interested in joint me as well. I wouldn't join if she weren't allowed at my side. She's a strong and capable."

    The attitude that was given in response to her question had no effect on Splatterclaw. Since she didn't know Sadism very well, she wasn't quite sure whether she was someone to pick a fight with or side with; not like Splatterclaw cared either way, she just liked to know. "Interesting name; I like it." she grinned (like the Joker).
    Splatterclaw then turned her attention to the couple that was nearby. Her red eyes amusingly stared at them. "How sweet. Might I ask if you are an evil duo, because that would be an interesting concoction."

    The preganant queen turned to stare at the female. They'd been trained in the dark forest, so of course that had to make them evil. They'd also killed cats before and it certainly didn't bother Flurryblaze none.


    "What kind of question is that? If we weren't evil we wouldn't be here!" Flurryblaze hissed in annoyance.

    "Oh, of course!" Splatterclaw replied in a manner that was almost mocking the pregnant queen but was also to serve to prove a point. "I mean, all of us here are StarClan-hating traitors to our own kind. But has it crossed your mind that our existence may have been discovered and undercover "traitors" are lurking among us already? Truthfully, I wouldn't be surprised and I'd be very much pleased if they'd show themselves, because my claws have been itching for some fresh blood. I'm just saying, we all have to watch our backs and maybe each others, although, I don't know any of you."

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    Jammal Adalgar;;
    Exiles - Attack in black underlined -tags list - plotting - win art


    Already the small camp they had made for themselves started to bustle with activity. The panther grumbled low under his breath. Silver eyes casting looks across thoes around with narrowed look. "Some of us do." The male murmured out loud replying to ul's comment about some needing directions on how to be evil. Jammal wasn't evil- but he never claimed to be good either. He was his own breed of monster. He prefered it like that. "Chaos is something I can do." Jammal nodded along after a moment. Turning his gaze to bill at the other's words. The rebellion? Sounded fun. "I'll come along if you don't mind." Jammal said.

    ( hnn i hope i can just jump in xD this post kinda sucks but oh well aaaaa
    also i apologize for not having a fancy- i deleted this boy's original account and forget to save it rip )


    After Noodle, 2D, and Russel's disappearances from BloodClan, Murdoc had left, not feeling obligated to stay there any longer because he knew literally no one. The wolf wandered from place to place nowadays, the smell of alcohol ever present in his jet black fur. It was only when he heard about End Game that he stopped, deciding to join them out of sheer curiosity. He mostly agreed with their ideals, believing the strong had a higher place in this world- but to be honest, he was more interested in the "destroying clans" part.


    The male had suffered a huge hangover the night before, nearly sleeping through the noise everyone was making outside. The words "setting fire" was what ultimately made Murdoc get up, and the ragged black wolf would soon pad out eagerly to the small group. There was a toothy grin on his muzzle, but grogginess was present in his heterochromic eyes, causing them to droop slightly. "Somebody say 'setting fire'?" He asked, eyes flickering to each individual before resting on Bill. "Count me in."

    "There are no acceptances. Cause havoc in the name of the End Game or burn with the rest of them, it's all up to you." The dragon said, licking his teeth as he looked at the cats speaking of starclan and other lowly religions. They all were lowly, even Xallant. Screw Xallant, that tiger could go to hell.


    "The Rebellion will burn, and Bill should be willing to take everyone who wishes to go along with him." He glanced lazily at the skinny cat before looking back at everyone. "I do urge someone to join a random clan and cause ruckus at the next clan meeting. I would love to watch that go down." Because it sounded like fun!

    ayo lilpupin, Jaggedsight XD)



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    HiddenBlizzard wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten here, but he could hear cats nearby. He crouched, wondering if his darker spots could help him hide. What are they talking about? He wondered if they were like the 'clans' he'd been searching for. He stayed put, waiting to be found, or overlooked.