Posts by COSENTiNO

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The Skeleton sidestepped, scowling critically as she lunged forwards. Thankfully she had not gotten to his paw, although her teeth had snagged on one of his claws and torn it off, so it seemed to be dangling by a small sting of flesh. Wincing as a growl was emitted deep from within his throat, Cosentino narrowed his eyes and tensed up before springing forward and stretching his arms out.

He knew that if he hit her, his impact would be enough to bowl her over or knock her to the side. Hysteria's apprentice was still unsure about his missing claw, although it would not be much of an issue for the time being. He still had nineteen left, after all. That was plenty for finishing up this little battle of admission for Astor.

He didn't have anything against new cats joining; he just wanted to prove himself. The only thing that had shaken him was the Great Cavern-- where cats were tortured for sport and fun. He didn't like it there. He had uses in other areas. Sitting around a dank area where everyone was screaming didn't sound like much fun, which was exactly why he didn't spend as much time in there as others did.

But he wasn't weak. No matter how much he hated himself for not being able to bring himself to torture a simple little feline, he knew he wasn't weak. His fellow BoneClanners had made sure he saw that clearly. Shatter, Hazeleyes, Hysteria, Namine; they had all assured him that he was strong, just like the rest of him. Despite his heritage. Despite not being able to stand the Great Cavern.

Jerking to the side, he aimed to embed his claws in her stomach-- one of the more vulnerable spots, as his mentor had reminded him.

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The metallic tabby loved surprises.

The sheer thought of not knowing what was going to happen seemed to enlighten him. Good or bad, surprises were things to be looked forward to. Chaos played an important part in the young feline's life, and so he was drawn in by the prospect of fun and things unknown. Approaching the Herb with large and steady paws, Cosentino eyed Radium before taking a seat.

"What's up, Radi?" the Skeleton questioned, using his affectionate nickname for her as he flicked his tail across her face in a playful manner. The leader's apprentice carefully drew his snaky appendage over his paws, and yawned.

He knew quite well of the ScarClan olympics. He had been there when Ishamel himself had been guided into the camp by Mana, a Bone. He thought it rather odd that the leader of the clan of their worst enemies had invited them to such a casual event, although he was not up for questioning it at the moment. Right now he just wanted to know what Radium was up to.

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So Cosentino wasn't exactly best friends with Blackrain. That was old news. He had disliked the snow leopard from the start, asking for entry to their clan and then insulting all of them one by one. He had pushed away their efforts to be kind to the newcomer. Eventually the Skeleton had become slightly fed up, but he was not one to hold a grudge. Kill them with kindness, he reminded himself. He did not want to become extremely rude. He wanted to be dry and slightly humorous, just like his mentor, Hysteria.

It had not been long ago when the large golden tabby had asked him if he were interested in becoming leader. Then, he had pondered it for a little bit. Now, if you had asked him the same question, he would have said yes. Hysteria had done a lot for him. Provided him a home, an idol. He had introduced him to new friends and fed him. Cosentino wanted to be exactly like him. Of course it was a bit too late to become Herb, but he did not mind that. He wanted to be a fair leader. He wanted to do what was right. And if it meant waiting for it for the rest of his life, he didn't care. His mentor had been patient; patient with him, patient with life. The silver-blue ticked tabby positively basked in the glory of Hysteria, the kind leader who had done so much for him.

It was true that he did not know of his mentor's possession, and the fact that he had hurt Hazeleyes-- his mother figure. If he did know, he would not know what to think. Conflicting feelings did not often come up in his life. He always seemed to know what to think and know what to do. After all, Hysteria had a heart of gold, did he not? The Omen had reminded him that on one of his first moons there.

"Hey," he greeted Izabella and Blackrain, licking his lips thoughtfully as he eyed the two. It was an odd match, although they had no true relationship. One of the tiniest kittens in BoneClan and a large snow leopard. Interesting.

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Coming even beside the Herb as he eyed Skinkit and Dark-kit, Cosentino paused and pressed his lips together as the pair spoke. Many kittens and Skeleton-aged cats had been winding up on their territory lately. He wondered if it was some kind of weird pattern sent from Kiami, or just a coincidence. Over time he had learned to trust the dazzling white lioness of a goddess, and so he just assumed she was the cause of it or had nothing to do with it whatsoever.

"Hello," he greeted the kittens with a friendly not. Like Radium, he was not extremely aggressive or brutal and only attacked when necessary. When he did find the need to fight, however, his adrenaline kicked in and he found himself doing very extreme and tactful thinking. But he had always supposed that was just the heat of the moment-- the rush of battle.

Perhaps that was why he so enjoyed surprised and turns of events. The ScarClan olympics, for instance. He was determined to do good and assist in making BoneClan look amazing during that short time period amongst all of the clans.

"Do you wish to join BoneClan?"

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"Okay," he nodded in regards to Hysteria, sheepishly picking up his cold catch by the ear and deciding to save it for later. He didn't mind all the blood, really; he knew they were eating it in cleaner catches, like Rosarypaw's, anyways. Shrugging nonchalantly as his fellow Skeleton told him he could have it to himself, he began to lap it and eat it up before it began to mold and landed maggots. Quickly finishing off the vole, he nudged the bones away and licked at his chops with a curious glance at their mentor, evidently wondering the same thing.

The silver blue ticked tabby carefully drew his banded tail over his paws before tilting his head up and focusing his silver eyes on his large mentor. The fact that Rosarypaw's catch was going to the fresh kill pile and not his didn't seem to bother him. He had always known she was more swift and agile than him. She was designed for hunting. He... not so much. The brawny, radiant tom licked at a large paw and swiped it over his ear calmly, eager attitude still evident is his body language and twinkling grey eyes.

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His world was moving so quickly, changing faster than he could have ever imagined. Egotist was dead, Austere was half-blind, Sayrian wasn't as frequently around. His idol, Shatter had been demoted, and one of his close friends, Radium, promoted. He was living a life of utter nonsense. And no matter how much he felt he could not bring himself to say it, he was quite simply growing up.

It was the very thing he had been worried about happening to other people, not himself. No, Cosentino had told himself that he would stay the same for the rest of his life. But he had not promised. Somehow promises bound him to life itself-- it made him do whatever he had promised himself; for breaking promises made him a liar.

There was a fine line between what he told himself to do and what was truly set in stone promises. However, he always seemed to be able to sort what was real and what was just a joke. But what was this? Why did he seem to be maturing and aging so quickly. It seemed like just yesterday he was on the territory at the stark age of a moon, dying and squealing for dear life. Now he was nine moons, going on ten, and brawny and stoic. It had been such a change, although he had not remembered to reflect on the past. He just kept moving forward. And maybe that was a mistake.

The silver-blue ticked tabby had never taken things for granted. Everything that happened to him had been a miracle for sorts. But maybe it was about time he stopped being so uptight. He needed to face his distastes of the Dungeon and rise to the occasion. He had gone through so many injuries and flaws. It was about time he decided to fight back.

Sighing, he stretched his arms out in front of him and let whatever happened... happen. He would need advice, that was for certain.

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"Oh," he meowed, rather amazed. He had never known Hysteria had been a loner before joining BoneClan. He had thought the leader had some sort of Skulls heritage and eventually was just bumped up from Herb to Leader. Well, you learned something new every day. Maybe he wasn't so alone in life, after all. They didn't all have BoneClan royalty inside of them. "Sounds a bit like me," he commented in his thoughtful voice, laughing coldly as he remembered the harsh journey through the blizzard and strife towards the territory as a kit of scarcely two moons. It had not been a pleasant experience. The trek had been scarring and difficult for a kitten of such a young age. He was nearly dead when he had arrived at the border, coughing and writhing.

And so they said he had flourished. The older cats had told him how he had gone from a scrawny, weak kit, to the strong and brawny tom he was now. He had been afraid to touch a mere fly when he was younger. Now he felt that he could willingly injure something without minding. That brought him to his next question. "Uhm, Hysteria?" he began quietly, sheathing and unsheathing his claws uncomfortably. "When the ScarClanners and WindClanner attacked me, I killed someone." His voice grew quiet as he admitted it. He didn't like to think of the trainee, mangled and cold beside one of the only trees on the territory. Had it been the right thing to do.

"It was a ScarClanner. They called him Regulus. One of Ishamel's kin." He blinked slowly. "Was it... okay that I did it? I was just defending myself." The Skeleton looked troubled, and he pressed his lips together as he eyed his mentor, trying to detect disapproval or any other expression such as that.

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"Don't do that, Laurette."

Cosentino heaved a heavy sigh as he took a seat next to his fellow Skeleton, lightly blinking his glazed silver eyes. There was no panic or urgency in his voice. There was no need. She just needed to stop... They were losing so many. Their numbers were falling, only to be replaced by new people. Hydra, Shatter, Jenu, Amani, Amari. They were all unreplicable. They didn't need Laurette to go, too. But he wasn't going to yell at her to stop, because, in reality, it was up to her. Melding someone else's life for them wasn't a possibility.

"That's the way Lexlythor nearly died." He blinked his twin nickel colored optics, licking at his paw and drawing it over an ear carefully. Curling his snaky tail over his paws, he let out a sigh. "I miss Amani, too," he whispered bluntly, staring at the ground. The Herb had healed him when he had gotten a broken leg, and promoted his beloved sister to an Herb Helpers' Leader. She had had good intentions; but now she was missing, or dead.

"But we need you," he flicked his tail to the side, glancing at the ex-Herb's daughter pointedly.

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Jerking his head up at the sudden presence of cats, he swallowed and shrugged, regarding the three felines around him. First was Succeedingpaw, the newcomer from BloodClan. Next was Austere, whom he lovingly regarded with a lick on the ear. And the last one was Sage, an impressively sized lynx that had befriended them while Cosentino himself was only a kitten. Wincing slightly as all of the nostalgia and memories seemed to hit him, the silver blue-ticked tabby curled up into a ball of sorts and sighed, letting his head rest on his side.

A small draft of icy winter wind blanketed his skin, and he let out a sigh. "I really don't know what's bothering me," the Skeleton admitted, with some confusion and contempt in his voice. "Life isn't like what it was before. I've considered depression, or even boredom. But now I think it's just me growing up." His berry pink nose twitched, whiskers seeming to dance in the breeze.

"I'm not as nice, or kind as I was before. I feel more capable of doing things that I never would have dreamed of when I was younger. I... I killed a ScarClanner earlier this moon in self defense. And I don't-- I don't know what's happening to me. I feel more protective of everyone. We're all moving on, and doing great things. Somehow I find myself stuck here. The things I want to change aren't changing. The things I want to stay the same are changing all of the time." His silver eyes glowed with worry.

"I just don't know."

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Cosentino wasn't feeling to good either. He was faced with the surprisingly simple prospect that he was growing up. Times were changing and before he had felt caught in the middle; but now he felt that he was surging ahead. He missed those who had passed, and those whom had disappeared or moved on. He was glad Hazeleyes was still around. She had been one of his idols, and a mother figure. "Hi, Hazeleyes," he greeted the Omen with a small smile, sitting down beside her. His silver eyes were dull as he watched the large ball of butter that was the moon.

"How are you?" The Skeleton did not notice the new scar that lanced her muscular body. He was unobservant as he let his hear rest on his paws, letting out a sigh. His silver tail thumped against the dusty ground as he did so, closing his concrete colored orbs and zoning out. His ears were pricked for the Maine Coon's response.

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ooc. I love Hazel! ♥ She's probably one of my favorite BoneClanners, along with Hysteria and Austere. But I always have moderate muse for Cos, too.

ic. He could sense the bittersweet memories flooding back into the Omen's mind, just as they were invading his. The Skeleton let out a rough sigh, and stuck a scowl onto his pristine maw as he tried to figure out what she was trying to say. Things hadn't been very clear to him lately, and he wanted to make sure what he heard was exactly what she meant. "I know, Hazeleyes," he meowed quietly, staring at the dusty ground. "I miss it."

"I miss it, when we were all kittens. I miss when we didn't care about anything. I miss the times when it didn't matter what people thought about it. But times are changing. I know you'd know." He let out another thoughtful sigh, draping his tail around his body as his silver orbs flitted back up to the Maine Coon.

"What were things like when you were younger?" he asked quietly and curiously, voice steady as he spoke. Apparently Hysteria had been a loner when he was younger, before stumbling upon BoneClan and becoming Herb. What did Hazeleyes have to say about her past? He didn't think he was nosy. After all, the more you know about a person the more they were bound to be friendly to you and closer to you.

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He scented it immediately. It was a lethal serpent, bearing venom that could surely kill multiple felines with a mere bite. And strangely there was no pungent fear scent to go along with it. He pondered these things at times. Of course, curiosity killed the cat; satisfaction brought it back. He had killed adders before, despite his lack of skill at hunting. You didn't have to be too experienced to kill a snake. The tended to hand around the dry moors they inhabited.

As he neared the fresh scent of rattlesnake, the silver-blue ticked tabby paused. The brawny tom blinked, as if clearing his thoughts, and eyed an albino kitten, facing the deadly creature. He did not panic. He said nothing. Surely if he made sudden movements the reptile would attack. But even as he walked towards Vendetta and the creature, it seemed to be focused on the kitten.

Taking a seat beside the young one he did not know, Cosentino blinked.

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"Uh, what was that?" asked Cosentino, becoming even with Hazeleyes as he finally reached her side. The stale scent of rogue was in the air. Of course they were all rogues themselves, although the bore a different kind of smell. It was more... dank, musky, and rot-scented. The Skeleton chuckled a bit within his head, remembering when he had first arrived and hated the awful reek of the camp and dungeons. Now the place just felt like home-- even if he didn't truly enjoy the Great Cavern. It had bothered him ever since he had tortured his first feline at the stark age of three moons. Who wouldn't be startled by the carcasses and bones that lay strewn across the floor, the blood lining the limestone as multiple trespassers begged for mercy? Wrinkling his nose at the thought of it, he focused in on the Omen.

"Ya look..." he began, pondering, "troubled. Or frustrated." He was no genius when it came to defining emotions. However, there was an odd expression set across the Maine Coon's face. Even he could see it. Tilting his head up to examine the feline, he blinked. He had assumed it was just him, but Hazeleyes had seemed different. He did not know of she an Hysteria's recent antics, although he could see something was up.

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Blinking as two foreigners seemed to materialize in the imminent distance, a silver-blue ticked tabby padded towards them with a furrowed brow. He had not scented them, nor had he seen them up until now. He was slightly confused, but it was most likely just his thoughts scrambling up in his head. Things hadn't been entirely great for him lately. He felt Austere was growing distant from him, no matter how much they cared for each other. He wanted to let her be free. Cosentino had heard tell of evil toms that kept their 'toys' near them, forcing them to do awful things and not giving them any choice. He didn't want to be like that. If she wasn't in the mood for something, then so be it. It was her life; she had to make the choices.

Shuffling towards them, the radiant male blinked his silver eyes in inquisition. "Hello," he meowed nonchalantly, not feeling the need to be aggressive like his clanmates usually were. "What are you doing on BoneClan territory?" He unsheathed his claws, just in case they tried anything funny. He had still not forgotten his battle between the multiple ScarClanners, and later the WindClanner. No, it was all fresh in his mind. He never seemed to forget anything. If they attacked him, he would be ready.

He was not tiring of the curious felines coming onto the territory. It caused excitement, commotion, drama, and most importantly-- useful recruits. Nobody got past their Omens, Deputies, or Leaders unless they were top notch. Concrete colored orbs momentarily flitting to the pit bull puppy he had befriended, the cat allowed himself to smile and tilted his head to the side; as if sizing up Carnivalscare and Knochen.

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"Succeedingpaw!" Padding forward, the nimble yet brawny tom eyed the former BloodClan apprentice and her bloodied kittens, all scattered around her. Although some did not seem to like her, he thought she was rather nice. The queen had given him kind advice and encouraged him into facing his maturity straight in the face. He had realized the female had been pregnant, although he had lacked the knowledge that the kittens had been due so soon. It was interesting to see new kittens, with blood from another clan around. But they all had to start out somewhere, right? Licking the nearest kit atop the head to warm it up, (something he had seen Radium do to her kittens) his bright nickel colored eyes flicked around the room.

"Radium, Cherrykit, Izabella?" he called in a coo, running his berry pink tongue over his ivory fangs in a sweeping motion. "We're in need of an Herb!" Silently pressing his lips together, the Skeleton took a seat amongst the felines, licking a few of the other kits and carefully regarding Ci-Ci. He didn't want the queen to pass out, or die of child birth. He knew the thing existed. Gritting his teeth, he stood up and stepped over the kits.

As he reached the den's exit, he poked his head out and searched for someone to help.

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"You're lucky I don't kill you right here and now," he growled, obviously in a bad mood with all of his recent antics and things that were happening in his life. "You don't tell us that you want to find your sister and take 'er home. You don't tell us that you've been watching us on our territory!" His silver eyes were now dull and narrowed into careful slits. What were they, stupid? Usually he wouldn't be so sadistic and pessimistic, although today was a different story. Maybe Austere was wrong. She had said he wasn't getting any less kind. Cosentino didn't know what to think.

As the bristling fur on his shoulders finally lay flat again, he let out a sigh in attempt to calm himself. "Sorry." The tom grimaced, digging his claws into the sand and dragging them through the grainy matter. Turning back to Azalea and nodding his agreement, the silver-blue ticked tabby flexed his arms with twitching ears. "Yes," he agreed quietly. "They're very naive."

Decisively turning back to face the skeptical pair, he flicked his tail up into the soft atmosphere. "I'm assuming you wish to join," he meowed, in regards to Knochen. "You, on the other hand," he blinked, pivoting on his paws to focus in on Carnivalscare, "should leave before I, or someone much, much, more qualified and authorized decide to tear you to shreds." His large triangular ears were pricked as he addressed the couple, pink nose wrinkled.

"We don't release prisoners," he explained smoothly, as if he had it memorized. "If they get out of the Great Cavern, they spend their time with us." At least, that's what he knew about it.

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"We don't need you." His tone was snide, his movements brisk and dutiful. It took all of his will to not attack the arrogant newcomer. Didn't he know? They had much greater cats than him. They certainly did not need a worthless proClanner who probably wanted nothing for the good of the clan. After all, he had said that he had only stumbled onto their territory to retrieve his sister. If Carnivalscare joined the clan, no one would ever be able to trust him. Was he blind? He had practically shouted out to the world that he was just planning on taking his little sibling and running off. He'd be much better off in a softer clan, like ThunderClan or SnowClan. "And, just to correct you: we do deny recruits." His voice was cooling down, now more collected. But if any Omens or higher-ups came along, he wanted to be the one to massacre this kid.

Shuffling to the side and eyeing Knochen, whom, at this point he really preferred, the Skeleton shrugged. "I can't accept you myself. But if you would like to join, I wouldn't mind getting Hysteria, Hydra, or an Omen for you." Evidently, he was in a bad mood and didn't feel fit to act all smiley and neutral. Sighing, he curled his tail over his paws.

"So?" he questioned, raising a nonexistent eyebrow. "Do you want to be assessed?" He was for the most part addressing Knochen. He didn't wish for Carnivalscare to join. Most BoneClanners would have killed him after that remark. However, Cosentino seemed to have more restraint. It wasn't up to him whether or not the other cat was accepted. But he knew the tom's secret.

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Ignoring the tom as his eyes flicked over to Radium, the Skeleton turned to face Lionstrike. "Hello," he greeted the Omen with a smile, dipping his head respectfully as she neared them. The radiant tabby stood up and walked over to the feline, whom had been around since Leopardshade's early days. He knew the story quite well. It was a common tale that often came up-- Leopardstar(or shade) and Vividdreamer, falling head over heels in love for each other. It was an... interesting prospect. He could never picture himself falling in love with a prisoner. Not for eternity.

Expression slack as he stood beside the fair tabby, Cosentino blinked his led colored orbs. He felt as if he should tell Lionstrike about Carnivalscare's original plan to get his sister and leave, although he felt it out of turn for the moment. If she were about to accept the pair, he would certainly notify her of it. Meanwhile, he eyed her cordially.

"Is there any way I can help with the assessment?" he offered. The Skeleton had always found these kind of things quite exciting. It was interesting to be a part of them; especially when you were selected to battle it out with the newbies.

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"We're trying to help you," he told her blatantly, not quite in the mood for doing anything after he had yelled at a passing rogue whom had clearly thought he was better than everyone. He wasn't going to scream at her and beg her to stop hurting herself. Not only was he not in the mood, but he was quite sure Laurette would not listen to him. Sighing, her stared down on the ground.

"You know, just because we may not have known her as well doesn't mean we don't care." He was being quite blunt, the truth was they had all loved Amani from the beginning. "Sayrian always smelled like herbs. She healed all of us. She was a mother. We care." His ivory fangs came down over his lips like needles, closing his moth together as his eyes flicked over to Austere and he fell silent.

Silence greeted them. It seemed that a lot had befallen their clan lately, but he decided to ignore it for the time being. Letting out a rough sigh, he closed his eyes.

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Nodding his thanks to Lionstrike, the silver and blue ticked tabby drew his tail over his paws before dropping into a sitting position. Turning to Knochen and regarding the tom with a shrug, he shook his head. "He's been fine," the tom remarked in a restless tone. He knew this wasn't how he usually acted. He was never this rude to trespassers; he must have been tired. "This one, on the other hand," he spat, turning to Carnivalscare with a hiss, "Has insulted both Azalea and I, as well as BoneClan as a whole. He..." The Skeleton broke off, debating whether or not to give away the proClanners secret. At last he seemed to make us his mind. "... says he is only here to retrieve his sister from the dungeons."

Inclining his head with slight satisfaction, he let some air out through his nose. He was obviously not pleased, and rather moody for the time being. Blinking his glazed silver orbs whilst he still had some suppressed emotions within him, the radiant tom awaited for protests or agreements. Glancing towards Azalea, he offered a small shrug before focusing back in on the newcomers.