Posts by COSENTiNO

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

Okay, he was trying to be hospitable, but it obviously wasn't working. Pointedly flicking his tail up into the air with a pang of annoyance, the silver-blue ticked tabby let out a small yawn. There were two types of people in the world-- the 'go with the flow' kind of kids, and the 'try to manipulate whatever you can' felines. Cosentino was somewhere along the lines of the first option, just teetering on the fine line between it and the second type of beings.

His state of mind obviously told him not to walk away. Heck no, this was interesting. The Skeleton watched the angst-y snow leopard with a reserved expression. If Blackrain was not going to accept his discreet apology, then so be it. He would have to live with the enigmatic and antisocial Cosentino in turn of the bright and cheery one. He meant nothing bad by this. Somehow, when a feline annoyed him, it was a natural instinct to go neutral on them and remain not good, nor bad. He would merely be a peer, someone to turn to when you heard the words 'around your age group.' Whiskers twitching in a bemused expression, he yawned.

And then the newcomer was being rude to Azalea and Rosarypaw. His silver eyes narrowed to slits, although he took no action. He had always been able to suppress his emotions to some extent, and this should be no exception.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

Shuffling enigmatically out of BoneClan's dank caves, the radiant silver-blue ticked tabby quickly ran his tongue over his pearly white fangs. He hadn't been very happy, ever since that rogue had attacked Austere. Was that how the proClans viewed them? As slobbery, gruesome rogues? He sure hoped not. He wanted to be intimidating, but not... extremely evil and destructive. That was reasonable, right?

His fur was hot and sticky with sweat as he emerged into the cool winter breeze. The heat had seemed to be compressed within the caves. He was finally glad to be out in the winter wren, where he could relieve all of his anxiety and anger.

Suddenly, he thought of his gal. Austere. She deserved nothing better than perfection. She was a princess... literally. All he could think of offering her was his love. After all, what else did he have? Kicking at a stone absentmindedly, he began to list off his good qualities. Most said he was good-natured and courageous... Were those good to have in a boyfriend? He shrugged to himself, looking up at the sky.

The atmosphere was covered in a thin sheet of fluffy clouds. Cosentino blinked his silver eyes as he stared up at it, smiling for once. He didn't mind the overcast now. It was nice. It would certainly provide nice training days for himself and Hysteria. Of course, it was always a relief to get some chilly weather after long and harsh, got days.

Continuing to walk along, the thoughtful young Skeleton emitted a low yawn. He no longer desired to dwell on the climate. After all, he was very go-with-the-flow. Kiami had blessed them with a special day, and he was going to live with it. He trusted her. After all, hardships had seemed to pass them by. He hadn't been there when they had switched religions, but it seemed fair enough.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

Following his mentor's exact directions, Cosentino began to carefully press the chewed up dock poultice to Austere's wounds, listening intently to Austere's story. He wanted to know exactly how this had happened. If the villain did happen to still be alive, the Skeleton wanted to be ready to pound him to a pulp and make him pay for what he had done to his gal. The silver-blue ticked tabby shuffled his paws against the dusty floor and stared down at the silver torbie with a concerned expression. His bright silver orbs were warm, yet full of hatred as she recounted her tale.

What kind of sick kid would do this, if not in self-defense? He was soon to figure out just what type of feline would have the nerve to maul BoneClanners with no motives whatsoever. The ScarClan trainees and WindClan warrior were sure to show him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

Smiling and nodding enthusiastically, the metallic tom's face lit up as he smiled. He wasn't as nearly as good at hunting as he was fighting, so it would be an interesting day. He wanted to exceed at the things he did, and practice made perfect. He would never excel if he did not try. His silver eyes were bright as he rose to his paws. The muscular feline stretched, looking engaged in the activity as if they had already started.

"Where to, Hysteria?" he thought aloud, running his berry pink tongue over his whiskers as he looked around BoneClan's dry moors. There was a lot of open ground-- not much room for prey to hide. This would either make it easy or hard. The smaller animals would either get the heck out of there or scamper foolishly along the plains in plain sight. He hoped they were doing the second option, especially in the dead of winter.

Frost flecked his pelt, and his grey eyes did not seem to stand out against the cloudy backdrop. His whiskers twitched with anticipation. He seemed eager to begin the session. Cosentino's tail thumped against the ground, and he emitted a low purr.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

"Woah." A metallic tom strode forward, holding a bewildered expression on his face. What on earth was going on? Disgust was evident in his eyes, although he attempted to conceal it. It reeked of rot and mildew already! Who needed vomit around?

Deciding to do what his clanmates would do if he were sick, he inched towards Thyme and the ill felines. Wrinkling his berry pink nose as they all coughed in what seemed like unison, the Skeleton paused. "What happened?" he asked the she-cat with a curious expression, shuffling his paws on the cavern floor. He did not want this to spread around BoneClan camp. However, he did not have the authority to quarantine them out on the moors. Even if he did, he wasn't sure he would have. It was a bit cruel, yes, a large price to pay just for falling ill. But it might be necessary in order to keep the disease from spreading.

"You might want to get away from them, by the way," he murmured, the thought suddenly striking his mind and he made his way backwards, towards the large opening of the cave.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

Approaching the abundance of kittens and Skeletons, a radiant silver tabby examined the bunch with a radical smile.

First up was Kairi, one of Amani's offspring. It was reassuring to see one of the bunch around. He hadn't noticed many lately. Juppiter was inconsistently around, although he had been assured they'd gone extinct. They had been his litter buddies. Kairi, Juppiter, Amari, Akeema, Laurette. The lot of them. His friends, his acquaintances. He missed them. Laurette had not been around much. Amari and Akeema had disappeared entirely. Like Hazeleyes and Hysteria's kittens, they were part of his history-- part of him, just as much as BoneClan was.

And then there was Melodypaw. Cosentino didn't know much about the feline, except for the fact that she was Lionstrike and Steel's daughter. She hadn't seemed very enthusiastic about Cobalt's birthing, and she hadn't made much of an impression on him. Switching his gaze to the limping kitten, he offered a smile.

"Hi Kairi, Melodypaw, Shockkit," he greeted brightly, tail wavering in the air. "How are you all?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

"Congratulations, Radium."

Cosentino's slender figure wavered at the cave's entrance before he strode in, adoration evident in his bright silver eyes. Although these kittens were accidents, he would love the, and care for them along with Radium and the rest of the clan. Nobody deserved to feel unwanted. And besides, it wasn't their fault they hadn't exactly supposed to had happened.

The abundance of new life would be good for the clan. Besides, it would give him more things to occupy himself with. Training, hunting, and patrolling was all good and well, but company would be fine. Most of the kittens already born looked up to him, and it made him feel god about himself. It gave the leader's apprentice hope.

"Anything I can get for you, Miss Radium?" he offered, a cheeky glint in his steel visionaries as he tilted his head down towards the Herb-In-Training. "Water, moss, anything?" His stature was gentlemanly as he tilted his news to the side.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

Mentor them someday, huh? That sounded plenty good to him! He could just imagine training one of these kittens when it was their time to be apprenticed. He would teach them the things Hysteria had taught them, and let them win from time to time. He did not know what his future held, or what he would be doing when these kids were Skeletons. He hoped it was something worthwhile. He hoped he'd be appreciated. Popping a beam, he nuzzled Izabella softly.

Turning back around, so that his bright silver orbs were trained on Radium, he shook his head. "I saw 'em earlier. I can get them for you," the Skeleton suggested, sitting down and draping his snaky tail over his shapely paws. His whiskers twitched and he liked at his chops, still admiring Izabella and the rest of the kittens strewn across the floor.

This was just another reminder of what he and Austere were bound to face. And perhaps the princess would be even more enthusiastic about them, considering they were out of love. He smiled at the thought. When they were Bones, she had promised. He wasn't sure what to expect. Did he really want to raise kittens? He supposed he did. He was gentlemanly, fatherly, good-natured. Of course he had his bat traits, like impatience... However, Hysteria and Hazeleyes' daughter had reserved him the first spot to pass on her blood, and so he would oblige.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

Grinning steadily as Rosarypaw jabbed her tongue back out at him, he followed suit of his fellow Skeleton and BoneClan leader with a curious glance at all that surrounded them. He had been here plenty-a-time, but doing training with Rose and Hysteria seemed to give him a new perspective on everything. It all seemed hunky dory, peaceful.

He tried not to hate it. Cosentino liked when there was commotion; something going on. All of this silence? The erie crunch and smush of gravel? He wanted to talk, see a mice... He wanted to move and do something. However, he had good self control and so that was what he would do.

Rocking nonchalantly on his paw pads as he strode after them, he realized it wasn't as tranquil as it had been at first glance. He was quiet as he walked, not wanting to scare away any potential prey. But his combat build made him a little less agile.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

The metallic silver tom always seemed to be one of the first to encounter cats on the territory. It was mainly because he was bored, really, and looking for excitement. Cosentino often hunted and did his training with Hysteria, but patrols were a nice break from it all. Actually, it wasn't exactly something that provided rest time from his usual hobbies. He often did runs of the territory and looked cats over, only to call the Omens or their leader.

He hadn't seen Hydra around much, he recalled. The Skeleton rather missed their deputy. No matter how moody she had been at times, he had respected her and looked up to her like a mother. Things had changed since Jenu and Shatter had been demoted. He didn't want Hydra to be the next one to go. Suppressing a shudder, he approached Azalea, Succeedingpaw, and Abrahampaw with a flourish of his gray tail.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked, eyeing the BloodClan cats. The latest BloodClan 'gift' they had received was Blackrain, who seemed to approach people, talk to them, and tell them to leave him alone. "You too, Azalea. You aren't supposed to be out." However, he smirked with glinting white teeth. He wasn't planning on sending her back in immediately. After all, it was fun. He had been out plenty of times as a kitten: killing a badger with Austere, pretending to be the leader with Egotist, tagging along on patrols. He recalled the amazing sensation of freedom that came with being a Skeleton, and he didn't want to shatter Azalea's, so he said nothing of the matter after that.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

Smiling at his words, he came up with a big and toothy grin, giddy feelings engulfing him. The leader thought he was worthy of someday following in his footsteps? The fact that Hysteria even had a smidgeon of faith in that made the Skeleton happy, and he shifted his position on the chilling floor, triangular eyes pricked. His tail thumped against the limestone, sending small echoes across the chamber.

"Thanks!" he meowed brightly, not able to control the unmistakeable twinkle in his eyes. His skin grew warm at the type of praise. "So," he continued comfortably, berry pink nose twitching as he once again repositioned himself, "how much longer do you think I'll be training?" Cosentino let out a small chuckle, fluffing his fur out and splaying his legs directly in front of him.

He was rather looking forward to becoming a Bone. Then he'd be able to new things, like take on an apprentice and release his love for Austere. He'd be able to lead raids and whatnot. It was hard to imagine even more freedom, but he was sure it was possible. The radiant silver tomcat yawned, happily awaiting an answer.

The more he knew, the better. Although Cos seemed more street smart than book smart, he ate all knowledge up. He was sure it had been noticeable when he had first arrived in BoneClan. The curious kitten had befriended everybody, got knowledge of them, learned his new home's customs. He had almost tortured a cat with another kitten whom he couldn't quite recall the name of anymore.

That bothered them. They all seemed to come and go. A long time ago he had promised never to leave. He would stay forever and live out his life there. He had told of this oath to no one-- it was all a motive for him. He could leave any time, right now for instance. But he wouldn't, for loyalty had taken over his body and he would dearly miss anyone he left. And of course, he had promised.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

"Hold on a sec," he meowed, pursing his lips and turning to the Herb-In-Training with a curious expression. Crossing one leg over the other, he examined her up and down. She wasn't usually so cross about prisoners. She certainly wouldn't have dismissed them so quickly if she didn't have a good reason for it. Something was up, and Cosentino wanted to know. They seemed like okay apprentices. What did she have against them.

[b]"What's up, Radi?"[/b] he questioned with a raised, nonexistent eyebrow. He utilized his special nickname for her, swishing his tail in the air in full inquisition. He turned his back to the BloodClanners, so they would no hear, although his guard was still up and his claws were unsheathed. Of course, that was only if they tried something funny. He was very good at fighting. Much better than at hunting, that was.

He had a muscular and stocky build, along with ivory daggers so sharp and long that it made it uncomfortable from him to walk normally when they were unsheathed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

"Hey guys." The silver-blue ticked tabby greeted the gathered felines as Fatale and Preposterouspaw began to converse. There was a detectable tension between the two she-cats, although the Skeleton did not know why. They were both increasingly friendly towards Creed, however. Oh, Kiami no. They could not be after him. What with one of the female being six moons older than him, and the other being quite competitive. It was a dangerous love triangle. He could already see it.

Turning to Sayrian, his big buddy, the tom let a grin creep onto his face. "Nothing really, training with your dad." He nuzzled the cat in a friendly manner. He had missed the fluffy tom. He had been the first to greet him during his arrival. Ever since, it had been a bit off a bromance. Not that they saw each other much. Anyhow, it was nice to see the blue feline back.

"So, how are you all doing?" he questioned, catching on snippets of Preppy and Fatale's conversation. So they were both being mentored by Omens-- Preposterouspaw Hazeleyes and Fatale Faithsong. That would certainly be tough if they ever had a joint training. Cosentino knew they were both critical she-cats, and evidently not ones to mess with or play around with.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

One by one, cats were appearing everywhere. No wonder the Omens were so busy. BoneClan now seemed like a magnet to wandering felines, or just plain curious idiots that felt like being torn to shreds. Cosentino was a good-natured cat, and didn't congruently fit their savage stereotype. He would be a bit snappy and rude at times, and he realized that. However, it was only to trespassers. Yeah, he had no authority to full-on yell at them like Mana or Faithsong did, but it was fun to pepper them with a little dry humor. It was only to give them a taste of how they treated tenderfoots.

"Hold the phone, Miss," the radiant silver tabby meowed, running his tongue over his teeth in a non-menacing manner. Ears twitching with curiosity as he approached the feline, he eyed Larze. Adverting his gaze from the tom and focusing back in on Aster, he unsheathed his claws... just in case. Cocking his head to the side, he blinked his subtle gray optics.

"What are you doing here?" the tom asked casually, sweeping his banded tail over his hind right paw nonchalantly. She seemed very... easily provoked? He ran over the battle methods Hysteria had taught him in their last training session over and over in his head as he continued to stare at Astor. "You're on BoneClan territory."

Listening to the wild cat's next question, he paused, whiskers tingling. Are you a friend, or a foe? Letting out a large sigh, he shrugged his bony shoulders. "You determine that," he informed her, unlacing his snaky tail from his leg.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

"Okay," the Skeleton meowed thoughtfully, coming to a stop and dropping into an immediate crouch. Although it looked alright, it felt awkward. Carefully repositioning himself so that his stomach fur just barely brushed the ground, he further listening to Hysteria's instructions and stuck his rump into the air so that his chest and stomach hovered over the dusty ground.

The metallic tom tilted his head up to get a better view of Rosarypaw and their mentor, a large grin splayed across his face. Ears curled over, he blinked, as if asking for approval or pointers. He flicked his tail up into the air, scenting the atmosphere patiently. He wished to catch the air of a mouse... something he could catch to prove himself. He was still quite showy, no matter how much he had changed over the moons. Snaky appendage of a tail wavering in the thick surroundings, Cosentino sighed.

It was nice to be out. It wasn't extremely hot or cold, and he could just feel the breeze rushing around. It was perfect. He just wished everything wasn't so standstill.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

Stepping back from his work of dock and marigold, Cosentino nodded towards their leader with a deep breath. If that vermin of a killer was still alive, he would end his life, take it he ever come across Scar. He was about to offer to stay around with her but decided against it. Tilting his head to the side, the Skeleton eyed the group of family and friends with unblinking eyes.

{ mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

"Hey, Laurette." The Skeleton greeted Amani's daughter with a half-hearted smile. He had been denmates with the Herb's kitten, and knew she wasn't really the type to appreciate friendly gestures like he had just attempted. As the radiant silver tom seated himself near her, he let out a yawn before eyeing the pretty she-feline.

He hadn't seen a lot of Amani's kittens lately. Juppiter and evidently Laurette were still around, but the rest seemed to have dissipated. Whiskers twitching, he cocked his head to the side. "How've you been?" Cosentino asked quietly, stretching.

To see the BoneClanners of his generation again made him nostalgic. They were so seldom around. Tilting his head to the side, Hysteria's apprentice blinked.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

The leader's apprentice had just been doing a quick scan of the territory, trying to find any situations to attend. He liked to be helpful, and he supposed that was the way people considered him. Cosentino thought it was safe to say he was respected and known around BoneClan. Wherever he went, he got greetings, smiles, and nods. To be treated like that was lovely. They knew his mother from SnowClan had dumped him on the territory as a kitten of only one moon old. Although he had begun as an outsider, he had been determined to prove himself and was certain he finally had.

As he padded through the dusty moors that belonged solely to them, the silver-blue ticked tabby let out a yawn. It had been a relatively peaceful and slow day. It wasn't until he noticed a bright grey canine dashing through the territory that he let out a warning yowl and dashed forwards. He had not exactly fought anyone other than the baby badger, during the RadicalClan battle, the BloodClan battle, and when the group of ScarClanners and WindClanners had ambushed him.

Baring his teeth, he approached the wolf with a rabid look in his concrete colored eyes. He had licked Izabella affectionately between the ears the moment she had been born. That exact one of Radium's few kittens was somehow special to him, even though they had never formally met. "I'm here, Iz," he growled, launching himself through the air and aiming to shove the dog-oriented animal over.

Determination was evident in his optics as the tom stretched his arms out, tail flourishing and stomach being turned positively upside down as he burnt a trail through the thick atmosphere, narrowing his eyes in utter focus and concentration. If he didn't get it, well, what would happen to Izabella? Lately Cosentino had felt like he'd been fathering his friend's kittens, but he didn't mind. Clan was family, and family was loyalty. You couldn't just leave them to die. Especially not when you truly loved them. And they were related, were they not?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

The muscular tom's crooked grin seemed to spread wider across his face as Laurette winked at him and greeted him with a flirtatious aura. Yes, yes, he was destined to become Austere's mate but that didn't keep him from being friendly, could it? After all, he wasn't directly flirting with her. It was just part of his good nature. Licking his paw and carefully drawing it over his triangular ear, he shrugged.

"I'm alright," he began, still smiling. "Training's been rough, but I think I'm good at it." He chuckled a little, silver eyes glinting with passion. He liked training. Hysteria, as far as he was concerned, had faith in him, and that was just good enough to get him going. After all, he wanted to be a great Bone. Only practice made perfect, if even.

"I've just been doing patrols and whatnot," he went on with a casual shrug. "Nothing incredibly interesting." His scars wiggled as he repositioned himself on the dusty floor, whiskers twitching happily. Seeing old clanmates around not only made him remember the old days, but also gave him reminder of what was destined to come-- good or bad. It gave him a subtle hope.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]

"Shh." He silenced Azalea with a pleading look, urging her to be quiet as he turned himself back to the BloodClanners with a curious look. He didn't want them to think the pit bull was so impressionable. Cosentino cared for the little puppy, and if anything happened to her... well, he'd be extremely angry-- to say the least. He had had enough of his loved ones falling at the paws of strangers. Egotist had been killed, Austere injured... If Azalea went next, the Skeleton was sure he'd scream.

"Your kittens aren't pixie-bobs, Radium," he reminded the herb-in-training gently. "We should give them a chance." His dull silver eyes still trained on their allies' trainees, he bit down on his lip. "BloodClanners aren't so bad. If Hysteria made an alliance with them, they should be trusted..." Cosentino knew well enough that not all cats followed the rules. BoneClan and the new Skulls breaking up was a perfect example of that.

"You have to be accepted by an Omen, Deputy, or Leader," he explained carefully, placing one paw beside the other as he let out a cough. "There are none around right now. They're probably dealing with other things." His silver gaze trailed around to the gathered cats, and his ears twitched. "Can one of you fetch an Omen? I don't want to bother Hydra or Hysteria..." He would have done it himself, but he felt an unexplainable urge to keep an eye out for the young trespassers.