Let's Spicy Things Up A Bit!? 3
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Tornadoe?.....Take Cover! (2) 67%
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Flood!? (0) 0%
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Dog Attack! This means War!!!!! (0) 0%
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The assasins find mysterious objects popping up (twolegs move into the abanded house) (3) 100%
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The Masked Assasins
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J u s t A K i t t e n T a l e ? . . . . .
Creed had once been known as " CreedTail" and had once been Property Of WindClan. But dark spells had been cursed among his Clan, and darkclouds had begun to eat his clan Alive. Little by little, strange toxic scents continued to increase around the borders. They had the bitterness of ShadowClan and grew in the same pattern each day. Without any further information, or second Opinions, Windclan doubted ShadowClan For This. Now...Half of this was True. It was shadowClan alright, and CreedTail was assure of it. But It belonged to Someone who Once had loyalties to ShadowClan. And Lived Beyond BrokenStar's Return. It was cat even more Gritty then BrokenStar, and far more evil. The clan Leaders who got the last of him never spoke about him...Never. CreedTail and a few other cats Where sent towards ShadowClan to mention this problem. Yes, usually it was Explained at gatherings, but it had gotten far to worse to wait. CreedTail confronted the Hostile leader and didn't hesitate. " The scents on our Border..." he began and explained. Suddenly, the leader's face sunken back, his eyes paranoid in fear. Waiting for a response, This feared CreedTail about as much. Nothing in his face could detect a single spark of a lie. The leader fell silent and beckoned them back to their clans. Now their was the old leader He knew. Hissing and Spitting as he forced them out the camp. But still, CreedTail was afraid and some of his patrol noticed it too. When they returned and reported it, his leader fell silent. reluctantly spilling out each word. " Impossible..."
Soon, CreedTail the rest of Windclan and some of ShadowClan where sent to lock down these foul creatures. They had ventured deep into the Forest, a stinging mist penetrating the eerie night. But suddenly, the scent mark had disappeared. They couldn't follow it back because the scent was a mess with the mist fogging up their minds. Suddenly, as If they had crossed a specific line. A small group of cats came in on their cue. Their tails flowing fluently through the thick liquid that clung in the air. The silhouttes of four broad cats, atleast two-times taller then CreedTail confronted them. Their faces where undetectable, as if they plastered a mask across their faces. Their eyes glowing a powerful green, sparking with the evil spirits that consumed them......
At that was it. The last they ever heard of CreedTail and the WindClan patrol. Nothing but a dark tale the queens tell their Bravest Kits. But some say their souls have been flipped inside out. Those toxic cats had taken them in...erased all they had remembered....And sparked a new interest in their minds. They had become apart of them....[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=1px; background:url('http://i50.tinypic.com/33dw9it.png'); width: 420px; margin-top: 3px; border-radius: 20px;]
A r e Y o u O n e O f T h e m?. . . . . .
Now with the help of CreedTail (Creed) and His WindClan Genes, His agility and speed have captured More Prisoners...And twisted their minds and Souls. Each time a clan Loses a Cat, The Assasins Gain A Cat. As you should learn by now, We don't take tresspassers so......Friendly?[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=1px; background:url('http://i50.tinypic.com/33dw9it.png'); width: 420px; margin-top: 3px; border-radius: 20px;]
M o r e A b o u t U s . . . . .
Now we don't considered ourselves as ' Evil Spirits '. But we have the manners of no soul. We still have bodies...yes. Eyes...Check. Tails...Double check. Paws...the last time I looked down...Yes. We live in a vast MoorLand, featuring lots of Murky Swamps that start to reel in some Misqiteoes and poinous dart frogs. That Also concludes some Fatel enemies. But we don't have foxes..Or Bears...Or all those woodland Creatures. They belong in the Woodland. But I'll admit farther off you'll find small alligators. Our swamps aren't big enough to hold tremendously large creatures. But a few spiders...Sometimes poisenous twiddle around here. Be very careful of those, there bites could paralyze even cats like us. But if you really want to know where we stay. We often live in a large abanded Barn, with five seperate rooms that keeps our large group Comfy. No, it isn't perfect. It's pretty recked if you ask me, All cats get in through a broken hedge in the wall.Nope! no door. . . .
And theres one thing you might want to hear before you you take another walk into the forest. We are much more of tribe full of...Toms. We try to stray away from females, The assasins don't want to look soft with she-cats backing them up. And the fact of kits. The last thig these hostile toms need to think of our the lives if many kits. With alligators and spiders and frogs (Oh My!) we sadly can't spare time for them. But...Before you leave this page in disgust...let me continue. [i]sometimes[/i], we do accept the female genes. If they could prove their skill alongside us, they could stay and be just a well respected as anyone other cat. ( * These rules could change*) [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=1px; background:url('http://i50.tinypic.com/33dw9it.png'); width: 420px; margin-top: 3px; border-radius: 20px;]
B e l i e f s . . . . .
*FacePalm* Now Now Young Assasin. How many times have I explained this to you? Have you been paying attention lately? Our souls has left it's natural condition. We are no longer the heart-felt kitties that roamed the forest. Our emotional souls have left...and unfortunatly they packed our hearts with them. To believe in something....You leave your trust and loyalties within your beliefs. But this process evolves with feelings.
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I S e e I 'v e S p a r k e d A N e w I n t e r e s t?
Why so eager to Join? Mhhmm...Well...Start Out By Filling These Forms. It Only Takes A Second! * Puts A Tall Stack Of Papers On your Desk *
M e e t T h e T r i b e . . . . O r I s I t T o o L a t e?
Lead Assasin ( Leader) ~ [b]Creed
Second Assasin ( Deputy) ~ Ethernal
Healer ( All though, we still have no beliefs) ~ Lion
Masked Assasins ( Warriors) ~ Feather
FrostPool
Claws (Apprentices) ~ Ashy
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[i][font=andale mono][color=purple]Credit goes to Dakota for the FancyPost <3