Posts by COSENTiNO

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"I do," replied Cosentino to Radium's question with a cheeky grin. "We aren't the newbies any more." The thought was interesting to him. Underneath all of the questions he had, there was one thing that he was reminded of-- they were growing up. Soon they would be bones... or Herbs, in Radium's case and all become someone's parents. Perhaps friends would become enemies and they would drift apart. That was the horrifying thing about it. But no matter what you did to manipulate it, coming of age was supposed to be melancholy. It made you who you were.

"Hi, Lullaby," he greeted the new kitten, cuffing his ear with a large grin. It was true. There were new people coming and there was nothing they could do to stop it. But perhaps it was for the best. He had met his new friend on a patrol, and now they were quite friendly with each other. New life was something special. Radium's kittens, for instance.

However lost in thought he was, Cosentino did not cease to notice Lullaby's unblinking gaze towards Radium, and instantly took up a smug look on his face. So lully was smitten for the herb-in-training, was he not? Not saying anything, he let out a nonchalant yawn and observed the two.

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The silver-blue ticked tabby let out a melodramatic sigh at the thought of spending more than another moon completing his training. He had more patience than Rosarypaw, his fellow Skeleton, but he was certainly eager to become a Bone. He could only imagine the endless possibilities. However, training was fun and he was willing to stick with it if it mean becoming 'one of the best fighters in BoneClan.'

He knew he was a fine fighter, with his muscular build and large talons of claws. But he did have a lot to learn, and he knew that only working on it would help him achieve the title of a legacy. He wanted people to remember his name, even after he died. A relic. A hero from generations before. Cosentino smiled at the thought of it, before listening to his mentor's question.

"I like training," he informed the leader decisively. "It makes me feel... free, and like I'm going to be of some use to this place." A crooked grin appeared on his face. "It's nice." Tilting his head to the side, he blinked his bright steel colored visionaries. "The other Skeletons are fun. I mean, it depends on who they are. Austere, Creed, Fatale, and Preposterouspaw are the ones I hang around most of the time. Of course I like to talk to Radium, but I suppose she doesn't count."

He ran his tongue over his ivory teeth with a flourish of his tail. "The cats here are nice, but I've known that for awhile." He shrugged, still smiling faintly. "What were your friends names when you were younger?" He wanted to know about the golden tabby's life. Were they relatable at all?

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He seemed to respect and have a liking for Hazeleyes just the way she did for him. The Omen had not been soft on him when he had first gained entry at the stark age of a moon. No, she had not treated him like the new kid. She threw him into battles with rogues, and pushed him to his limit. He had broken a leg in the process. Perhaps that was what he liked so much about her. She had never doubted him. Although he had originally been from a proClan, Hazeleyes had had faith. And perhaps that was what mattered most.

"Hazeleyes!" he called out gratefully as she dashed towards them. He had been successful in getting the wolf knocked over. However, it was hard to fight with Izabella crouching under him. Aiming to slash at the canine's soft stomach while he had the chance, the BoneClan tom gritted his teeth.

His throat was clenched as he fought, wondering what was bound to happen. Would they be able to kill the wolf while simultaneously managing to keep Iza safe? He bared his teeth, growling when the furry animal rolled over and he did not get to injure it.

He bounded forward, eyes narrow in concentration. He was reluctant to leave Radium's daughter behind, but if he and the Omen were to end this creature's life, it needed to be soon, or it would recuperate. Jabbing his long black talons forth, he attempted to pierce its side.

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The metallic tabby seemed to have taken a liking to Radium's kittens, and they seemed to like him back. The herb-in-training was a good friend of his, and he was willing to help father the kittens if it meant getting to spend more time around them. Well, of course it did. They were a cute little bunch. Especially Iza. Izabelle, whom he had saved from the wolves. Letting out a relaxed sigh, the scarred tom shuffled forward. Dust was kicked up as he did so, a light smile planted across his maw.

Noticing Wetkit, the only kitten that had been named of proClan customs, he dipped his head. She was so cute and small. He couldn't wait to see kittens of his own. He could only imagine the pride he would feel. "Hey," he greeted the small feline, taking a seat next to her as she struggled to breathe.

"Y'all right?" he asked, a sudden concerned expression taking up his face as he tilted his head to the side and watched her pant.

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"Give it a rest, Mana," the leader's apprentice urged with a yawn, restlessly licking at his paw and drawing it over his ear as he stretched. He did not appreciate the Bone's attitude towards his friend-- or anyone, for that matter. Mana acted like he had too much authority and Cosentino was entirely sick of it. It was hard to believe that Preposterouspaw was related to him. She was just so nice, while he made him want to kill something.

"He's been in the Medicine Den for a quarter moon," elaborated the silver-blue ticked tabby with a flourish of his snaky tail. "I think that's enough, don't you?" It was the amount of time Radium had prescribed, after. He noted Ishamel, the ScarClan leader, beside the Bone and raised a nonexistent eyebrow. Of course. It was just like the Maine Coon to seize the opportunity to lead him here.

Cosentino liked his clanmates. He didn't hate any of them, that was for sure. They had their upsides and their downsides. But two particular felines in particular, well, they made him tick. Some people just put no effort into making friends.

Letting out a sigh, his crisp lead colored eyes flicked up to Ishamel, and he nodded in greeting.

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Shuffling around BoneClan territory was fun and all, but Cosentino felt he needed to find a way to occupy himself. He had been aimlessly wandering for what seemed like an hour, although it had only been a few minutes. The tom would have gone hunting, but he was sadly not the greatest at it. Fighting was where his skills lay. He had taken down a baby badger when he was a mere kitten, pegged down his best friend in a heated battle. It was certainly safe to say that he was better at combat than at searching for food.

"Hi, Kairi," he greeted Amani's daughter with a sigh. It had been sad to realize that the Herb had gone missing and was never coming back, but you got used to it. After all, many were lost over the course of life. Cosentino had taken it upon himself to prepare for losing someone like Austere, Hazeleyes, or Hysteria-- some of the cats he cherished most in life.

"How are you?" Of course he was referring to her mother's death, and the fact that she was looking for herbs, but that was the only thought in the back of his mind at the time.

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Watching the elusive jet black she-cat enter the scene, Cosentino's nickel colored eyes glinted with interest. The herb-in-training had had some... odd reactions to these kind of things lately. What she would think to see ScarClan's own leader waiting in the leader's den, he did not know. They and ScarClan were mortal enemies, lest they forgot. He had to remember to keep his guard up, just in case Ishmael had thought of bringing some other felines to attack them. It was certainly possible. It seemed that BoneClan had performed more raids directed towards their clan than they had the rest combined.

Listening intently to Radium's words, the Skeleton nodded before turning on his heels, standing up, and padding off in search of his mentor. This was an interesting situation. He'd be surprise if Ishy were offering an alliance or something of the sort. However, what the leader was going to say would affect their clan much less than anyone there might have expected.

Disappearing around the corner as he looked for Hysteria, the radiant silver-blue ticked tabby blinked, poking around and scenting the air. "Hysty?" he called, utilizing his old nickname for the leader.

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"Hi Rose, Azalea, Prancer," he greeted with a subtle yawn, muscular build teetering towards them in a brisk yet patient and calm manner. Cosentino had just been out hunting, which was not the easiest for him. He could track things down alright, although he was a bit too muscular to be agile like he had before. The Skeleton had gone through a few growth spurts in the past moon. It pained him to think that they were all growing up, whether mentally or physically. The cats from his childhood-- Egotist, Jenu, Shatter, Havoc, Austere, Ignifer, Jekyll, Sayrian, Riot, Kairi, Laurette, Amari, Juppiter(the list went on)... they were all maturing, whether they liked it or not. Some were going place, the others having disappeared or died off. Just coming to the realization made him wonder what they would all amount to in their futures.

However, that was not the current matter at hand. He knew the few gathered felines. Rosarypaw was one of his buddies and was also training alongside him as Hysteria's apprentice. Azalea was another friend of his, a little like a sister. He did not know Prancer that well, but knew that she was appointed to an Herb Helpers' Leader along with his sister.

As he sat down, the tom noticed the chatter and sighed, splaying his arms out in front of him and resting his chin on his limbs with a half-hearted expression. Not much had been going on lately, and he was just waiting for some excitement to stir everything up and cause some thing for them to do, at the very least.

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Nodding as his pearl-pink tongue protruded from his mouth, the Skeleton repositioned himself on the flat ground, so his tail was even with his abdomen and just slightly higher than his chest, which was lowered just above the ground. Sticking his tongue back into his mouth, he listened intently to Hysteria's words, analyzing his praises and advice.

Cosentino honestly wasn't the most intellectual of felines, but he wanted to do well during his training and so he paid immense attention and tried to take the clue and hints he was given. Running his berry colored appendage over his teeth, he lanced himself forward at a slow pace, taking exactly four steps. The tom's pace picked up around the second time the paw hit the floor, although it was not extremely fast-- more swift and evasive.

Pausing as he took his forth step, the tom waited for Rosarypaw to come even with him. He did not drop out of his hunting crouch-- just held the uncomfortable position until further instruction.

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Eyeing Rosarypaw as she cleanly and perfectly brought back the mouse, Cosentino winced. If she had set the bar that far, he would be her laughingstock. He was obviously an exceptional fighter. Most anyone could tell that from simply watching him. However, killing prey was another story for him. That was just as evident. The Skeleton let out a brisk sigh, knowing that there would be no contest in who was better at hunting.

Nodding as he listened to Hysteria, the silver-blue ticked tabby made his way forward, keeping his body low to the ground and his rump significantly higher in the dense air. Although he moved swiftly against the dusty ground, he was sure he could hear his own heart thump within his chest. Any prey out there now probably would have dissipated by the time he reached it.

Poking his pearl-pink nose into the air, Cosentino paused. He could smell it: a plump, juicy, delicious vole. It seemed to taunt him, just waiting for him to snatch it up and eat it. Suddenly motivated, he placed one large paw in front of the other and swiftly darted off although his bulky build wavered.

The apprentice could not deny that he had been teetering off for a long time before he finally spotted the rodent. It was brown and fat. The little thing looked so innocent and beady eyed. And Cosentino strived to kill it with one bite. What had occurred next was not entirely humiliating, although it did not show much promise of his when it came to hunting.

He darted after the vole, head close to the ground as he leapt out and aimed to sink his teeth into the creature. It had obviously heard the burly tom coming, and skittered away before he made a wild dash towards it and fiercely clamped his jaw over its snaky tail. The sheer pressure and weight of his bite snapped the tail in half. Although it was dying in his grasp, it kept running until the tail broke off from its body, and it sank to the ground helplessly. Grinning at his bloody and jagged kill, he delivered one last fatal bite to the body, and it suddenly stopped moving and breathing. Victoriously raising it into the air with his mouth, he trotted back before dropping it at Rosarypaw and Hysteria's feet.

No, it was not clean. It was bloody and gruesome and quite simply dead. But oh, he had done it. And that was the main prospect, yes? Running his tongue over his bloody fangs, he let out a small breath.

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A slender figure emerged from the shadows, claws sheathed and expression calm. Tranquility was something odd for the usually restless Skeleton. He was never incredibly violent or insane. However, it seemed he was always full of subtle energy and did not bother to conceal it. As of current his face was slack and emotionless. The kid was tired and a bit moody.

The reason behind it all was quite simple, although it was certainly not obvious. The ScarClanners that had attacked him had been back to visit and see how he was fairing. Just seeing the rotten band of trainees had sparked something in him, and he had, for some reason he could simply not figure out, attacked them on sight. He had tossed all of his previous worries away and thrown himself at them. He had heard of their names-- two of the males. One named Rudolph and the other Regulus. He had heavily injured Rudolph, although he had not meant to. Well, perhaps he had.

The Skeleton had promised he would kill the lot of them next time he saw them. Cosentino was not sure whether that kind of attitude would be shamed upon here. Probably not. The wretched kids had added to the single scar lining his flank. They deserved it! "Hey, Aislin," he meowed with a yawn, wrinkling his nose and stretching. He had seen her on the encounter with Astor. "How are ya?"

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Cosentino eyed Faithsong accordingly. So the Omen would not be testing Astor herself? That was different. The Herb did not seem to want to evaluate Astor either, so it seemed that he were the only suited feline, along with Hazeleyes and Rosarypaw. Twisting his lips together with a quizzical glance at the wildcat, he nodded slowly. He was a rather burly cat, with a passion for combat. He and Egotist had nearly destroyed each other in battle when they were kittens, fighting for her entry. He could do it, couldn't he? Drawing his large paws together, his silver gaze met Faithsong's.

"I'll do it," he offered, ears twitching. The Skeleton was training under the big man himself-- Hysteria. He had killed a baby badger along with Austere at the stark age of four moons, for Kiami's sake! He could do this-- take on a prospective Bone. Cosentino reassured himself that he was able to show the newbie what BoneClan was capable of; what they expected of everyone. He was confident.

The radiant ticked tabby raised a nonexistent eyebrow up at the Omen, requesting her permission to battle the feline.

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Just like Azalea, Cosentino felt like an outsider.

All of his life he had always seemed to fit in. The kittens had liked him; looked up to him. His fellow Skeletons respected him, and were his buddies. However, they were all disappearing one-by-one. He saw close to nothing of his dear friend, Sayrian. Austere, his own love had been absent from his life thus far. Egotist had died, horribly and tragically. Radium was growing up and moving on to bigger, better things. Liable, his blind buddy, did not seem to be interested in him or anyone else anymore.

For once he felt alone. It seemed that everyone he knew now came of BoneClan origins. His heritage had not set him apart from the others before, but now he seemed to be isolated. Radium. Daughter of Leopardstar and Ravvy. Kairi. Daughter of Amani and Flick. Izabella. Daughter of Radium and Pointblank. Austere. Daughter of Hysteria and Hazeleyes. Not only was he an outlier-- most of his friends were girls! Of course that didn't bother him very much. It was just that he hadn't a clue where his blood came from. He was the son of no one.

If you looked at it more closely, he and the young pit-bull weren't entirely different after all. They were a little lost. Hysteria had acted as a father figure for him since his arrival-- various Omens and Shatter as his mothers. The tom sighed as he began to dwell on it. No one had mentioned his blood value yet. Was it destined to come? He hoped not.

"Hi, Alea," he meowed, utilizing an affectionate nickname for the puppy.

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Well, this was odd.

As a kitten, Cosentino had always viewed Mana as an intimidating and courageous Skeleton. However, as he had aged and morphed into the gentlemanly young sir that he was now, the ticked tabby had realized that the Bone was nothing but a big-headed jerk. To see the Maine Coon so calm and tranquil, as well as kind... was a bit of a miracle. However, miracles were to be cherished. If anything, this was a change for the better. Waltzing up to the feline with a nod, his whiskers twitched.

"Hey, Mana," he greeted, a bit tentatively. He had no idea whether the Bone would explode in his face or not. Aside from being moody, he was also unpredictable. Cosentino did not know exactly what to expect. Tilting his head to the side and eyeing him with steel colored orbs, he waited patiently. What on earth was going on? Everyone seemed to be joyous now. It was rather nice, but he could honestly do without all of the singing and giggles. He like BoneClan the way it was. Morbid yet still positive in its own special way.

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Although the Omen tended to tick him off, he could not help but respect her. Yes, whilst she was rude and snappy, she certainly knew how to meld the clan and get them up.

Cosentino had been sleeping when her call had echoed throughout their home caverns, making him blindly rise and stumble down the tunnels before reaching Faithsong's slender figure. Licking at his chops, sleet stayed in his tear ducts as he yawned. He had evidently risen the slightest bit late today, but now he was alert and alive. His triangular ears were instinctively pricked as he eyed the Omen. Why had she specifically ordered the Skeletons over to her? Could she be chastising them and finally letting all of her anger sprout over them? Was she evaluating them? He had many questions, although he didn't care to ask. If she was choosing an apprentice or something of the latter, he needn't worry. He had Hysteria to train him-- just about his favorite cat in the world! Of course, if he knew of the leader's recent antics he would be curious, although now he looked up to the golden tabby and would never dream of leaving his or BoneClan's side.

Muscles relaxing as he approached Faithsong, the silver-blue ticked tabby stood near her, blinking his silver orbs. Bright gaze running down to Fatale, he greeted the kitten with a light, "Hello."

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So this was the idiotic kid who had impregnated his dear sister and nearly killed his father. Usually Cosentino would not care much to thing about the family that abandoned him, although he was feeling quite angst-y and glum nowadays. And he knew exactly what this little guy had done to the lot of them. Calligraphypaw. Radium. Mariposapaw. Skylapaw. The lot of them. They had all been made miserable and foolish by the paws of this... this bratty, unappreciative little kid. He wasn't stupid. He had heard of Nocturnalsight's antics.

And he was going to kill him. He knew the Herb beside him was angry, and didn't want him around. He did not want the medicine cat's reincarnation there, either. Anger burning in his silver eyes, the muscular and brawny Skeleton leapt forward, rage evident in his every move. "YOU LITTLE IDIOT!" he screamed, unusually long talons unsheathed as he pounced. He would rip him to shreds. He would kill him.

He would get him, no matter how long it would take. He would avenge his father, his sister-- and anyone else who had suffered the RebelClanner's touch. "Get away. Stay away. Just go," he growled through bared teeth, switching around and attempting to pounce on him again. A great fighter he was, and he would not cease until the canine began to bleed; or died.

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( you always have my okay. c: )

"Do you really think I'm going to 'fall early?'" he turned to Rosarypaw, narrowing his silver eyes into slits before turning back to Astor. He was honestly getting a bit tired of his fellow Skeleton's recent antics: trying to prove herself better than him by being obnoxious and trying to take over his own situations and butting in to his own business. She had nearly killed him in the past week. He had been to the herb den over a dozen times because of the indirect injuries she had caused him. Flicking her tail up at him in a teasing manner whilst getting sand in his eyes, nudging him aside and causing him to step on a shard of who-knew-what. He was sure by the end of the moon he'd be bedridden and hospitalized, all because of her attempts at teasing him. He had never held anything against Rose before. She was an amazing hunter, and quite nice when she wanted to be. However, she had her downsides. And if anything, he would be the best candidate at fighting. While she was marvelous at killing prey, she wasn't quite so hot at fighting.

Turning back to the wildcat with a considerably light expression, he beckoned her forward with a flick of his tail. "Your move first," he blinked, meowing quietly. "And don't hold out on me. Gimme all you've got!" His steel-colored orbs flitted up and down, and they narrowed as he rose up on his hackles, prepared to sidestep or pounce. He was obviously challenging her, although he was still enthusiastic. He was always like this, when it came to battle. It all depended on what Astor did. His alluring grays orbs glimmered in the dim light.

"Fight me."

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He sidestepped, just as razor sharp talons scraped his body. Cosentino hissed as the wolf raked his side, groaning as crimson matter began to drip from his flank. A dizzying feeling hit him, but he still grinned. He had driven the wolf away... it was gone. He had helped save Izabella from her untimely death. She was okay. But why did he feel so empty, as he entered a sheer world of confusion and vertigo?

It was, quite simply, blood loss. What with all of the new scars dotting his body and taking up his shiny, silver fur, and the new breaks and fractures dotting his body, he was not in the most amazing condition. However, he would manage. He was not severely injured, and a good fighter-- if he did say so himself. Yes, the tom would pull through. He had been raised on stark amounts of prey and under good felines, such as Hysteria and Shatter. Cosentino did not take things for granted.

A smirk appeared on his face as the canine ran away, severely injured. The apprentice did not even seem to mind the fact that he was bleeding like crazy, and that his head throbbed. Winking at Izabella in a nonchalant manner, the tom sighed.

What was wrong and what was right any more? Why were random beings just waltzing over to their territory and trying to snatch up innocent kits. He remembered the days were every clan seemed to tremble in their skins at the very prospect of BoneClan! What had happened to those days? What were they losing? His silver eyes flicked up to Radium. "My side hurts," he stated simply, too caught up in his own thoughts to realize he was wounded.

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The muscular Skeleton grinned down at his 'daughter,' fondness evident in his nickel colored eyes. Cosentino had always cared for Izabella in particular. The herb-in-training would always be his favorite gal, aside from Austere, of course. They both had wonderful qualities but where all the while incredibly different. Licking the fluffy she in between the ears, he turned back to Faithsong. It couldn't hurt for Izzy to jump in on the session. After all, she would need the knowledge just in case she ever came across some giant wolf again.

"I'm ready," remarked Cosentino evenly, wincing as Rosarypaw pushed past him and flicked sand into his eyes. Was she out to get him or something? A scowl working its way up his face, he blinked his shining silver optics before flicking his tail up into the air. Eyeing the Omen subtly, he sat with his tail wrapped around his paws.

He needn't know what was in store for them that day. He liked surprises. Things that took him off-guard like that were enjoyable. The brawny feline, tilted his head to the side slowly. It could be partners, or just all of them charging into each other at once. He did not dwell on this. It would be an odd series of events, especially if Faith was leading it. He knew perfectly well that she was skilled and organized. Now he just had to wait and see what she had planned out for them that day.

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A dog, huh?

The mere sight of the jack russel brought a content smile to the young tom's face as he approached her and the gathered beings. Cosentino had indeed noticed how desolate and lonely Azalea had seemed lately. Perhaps a new canine acquaintance would help her. Sure, it would mean another large mouth to feed, but at this point he didn't exactly mind. Some people were just worrywarts. BoneClan was thriving, and at times he felt like he was the only one who could see it. While other groups went through endless hardships, they were always calm and collected.

After all, Lavinia would make their clan more diverse. Although the puppy was small right then, he could positively see the marks of a strong Bone on her. He wasn't an expert on being a warrior himself, of course, but he had heard Hazeleyes and Hysteria compliment him, telling him he had flourished, and fought like a true BoneClanner. It made him proud. He had been a writhing and wailing kitten when he had first been spotted on the border, but now he felt new. He had thrown all of his dilemmas away and focused on what was important-- BoneClan.

"Hey," the Skeleton meowed, bearing a lopsided grin as he approached his friends. Landing an affectionate lick on the top of Izabella's head, he tilted his maw down to better get a look of Lavinia. "Who are you?" the tom questioned, his voice holding no hostility. It was a harmless and casual question that had rolled off his tongue in the moth nonchalant manner. A steady smile was set across his maw as the radiant silver-blue ticked tabby seated himself and briskly drew his banded tail over his paws.