Posts by CATACLYSM.

His activity... he knew it wasn't ideal, he really did. Pursing his ebony lips together as he padded forward, the tom would nod his guilty head without a word. He felt bad, really. Kneading his claws into the sand to relax his personal disappointment, the wildcat would exhale deeply. "Congratulations!" It really was good news, the promotions as well as the increasing amount of recruits. It was nice seeing Bloodclan active... even if he wasn't. Damn, he was a horrible role model.

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Bill... the name sounded familiar. Was it like, The Cartel Bill? Eh, the third tier didn't follow names all that closely. He just knew that Riverclan had really been on Bloodclan's nerves as of lately, so surely a little torture show would be good for the bones. "Thank you for the invite, I'm Cataclysm." Not that names really mattered at this point, but the stranger had introduced himself so why not?

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He was suspicious of the deal, Windclan had been an enemy for.. well, forever. They'd so recently moved back to the desert, it would feel weird having both the desert and the cold. Although he shouldn't bitch about control over more land. Besides, he trusted Jackdaw and it wasn't like they were now friends with Windclan, only neutral.

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He walked in on the wrong time, didn't he? It seemed a simple stroll led him to the argument rather than the beautiful gem cave he'd originally been after. No pretty diamonds or emeralds today, what a shame. Normally the third tier would avoid confrontation between clanmates, it was none of his business, besides him and Gothika use to have arguments weekly that almost always resulted in broken bones. However, this time it was different. This time, Apate was involved and being the protective father he was? Of course he'd have to make an appearance. Tangerine orbs narrowing into thin slits, Cataclysm would raise his ebony lips in minor warning. "What's you deal, drama queen?" He'd inquire sharply as he skulked forward. Seriously, what in the hell type of issue did she have with his daughter?

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"Well, hello." The tiger would greet as he padded forward, churning up sand with each step."I'm Cataclysm, although I feel we've met before..." Perhaps he was wrong, who knew. Oh well, couldn't hurt to introduce himself again. "I'm sure someone more interesting will pop in shortly. But out of curiosity, what type of game you talking about?" The third tier would cock his head to the side with interest as though a excited puppy. Craning his neck to UnknownCrimes, the male would offer a slight bow of his head in welcoming.

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A second sheepish laugh would escape from his maw before he grew serious, his paws kneading into the ground and churning up sand with each movement. "Skirmish? If anyone gives you issues, just let me know..." While the tom use to have several of his own... frienemies, there certainly were times between broken bones and bruises that Gothika had managed to get beneath his skin and make him feel unwelcomed. Funny, he kind of missed her sharp comments and hot-tempered attitude. Oh well, maybe one day she'd come back. The day that happened would probably be the day he'd regret his current standings on her.

"Oh... yes, Amour." He knew this day was coming, but he hadn't mastered his speech yet. Heck, where did he even start. "Well, unfortunately. Um, Amour past away a few weeks before your return. She--uh, she was leader here alongside Evangeline. They sort of had a relationship together... so, yeah. They're now both happily living in a better place, I'd like to think." Amour... oh how he missed her. She'd been his closest friend for years before their relationship had begun to really blossom. Upon his return and the discovery that the precious female had found herself a new lover, he'd grown angry and shut her out. He hadn't wanted anything to do with her, she moved on while he couldn't and--- now she was gone. Biting his lip to try and push the thought aside, he'd wait to see if Apate had more questions.

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"Greetings. I'm Cataclysm..." Goodness, it seemed he was introducing himself a lot lately, almost to the point of where he was sick of hearing his own name. Churning up sand underfoot as he approached, the third tier couldn't resist but tilting his head to the side with confusion. "Our Ambassador? Do you mind further explaining, I'm afraid I don't know The Westeros traditions very well." Did that mean he was like... temporarily king or something? It was then his tangerine gaze flickered to the gifts, how rude of him to not acknowledge them. "Oh, and thank you greatly for the presents."

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"Exactly," He'd muse, a small smile dancing along his ebony lips. His orange gaze would once again make surveillance of the territory, ensuring nobody was listening in. After all, getting spotted in a situation like this could easily allow blackmail for both of them. Eventually the male would conclude they were still safe and redirect his attention back on the lilac female. "Willing to sell liquor to a Bloodclanner, huh? How daring." This was spoken in a half-jokingly half-sarcastic manor, his claws tapping away at the terrain and secretly wishing it would churn underneath his paws like the sand did back home. It almost felt cold here, mainly because he finally got his tiger body adapted to the desert heat. No more new bubbling blisters or aching red shoulders, just a matter of healing the damage already done.

"Here's sixty," he'd say nonchalantly, pushing the funds toward the Cartellian. He tried to tip whenever he could, simply because it was nice and it discouraged him from buying too frequently. Despite the recent and easy to make assumption, an addict wasn't something the third tier felt as though he was. Never was he interested in drugs or even drinking until his most recent return... heck, he'd never been drunk up until a few months back. Suppose the extreme changes that happen over three years of being dead can do that to people. Amour, sweet and adored Amour... at least she was happy with Evangeline now, he supposed. "Huh--? Oh, uh, fine. I mean, everything's great. Just... just getting some alcohol for a family reunion thing later." He'd fib, having been taken back by her questioning. "I mean, I guess. Jackdaw's a good leader so, I think I just need to be around more. Had some family come back that I didn't know I had, still kind of processing.." Wait, she was a Cartellian. Why did she even care? Was she going to use this against him somehow. She seemed genuine though, perhaps she was just bored and wanted to start a conversation. "And how are you? Has the Cartel been... good?"

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"Greetings, I'm Cataclysm." The male would match the colorless and nonchalant manor he had been carrying previously that day. Skulking forward, the tiger would churn up the heated sand with each step before seating himself across from the stranger. Well, at least the canine was smart enough to wait to be accepted before waltzing into camp, that was always annoying. The border of bodies looked like it needed a few extra additions too... "Dual-alliance with what other clan?" He'd inquire first. It typically didn't matter, but he was curious.

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The large feline gathered with the group, a frown resting on his ebony lips. They'd finally returned home to the desert and it chose to greet them with rain? It really was unfortunate, so much for sun burnt noses and partying at the oasis. Claws tapping at the water that was beginning to settle above the sand, Cataclysm would exhale deeply. He hated this.

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The clouds were grey.

The third tier found himself captivated in the darkness that swirled overhead. Dark deformed marshmallows clumped to the rising sun and covered the blue sky like black paint on a white canvas. Where was the sun? Where were the warm rays that greeted his stiff bones as he emerged from his den every morning? Tangerine orbs locked onto the sky, the beast would raise his lips in a near snarl, as though to express his disgust to mother nature. "So much for desert heat," in all his years spent with sand beneath his paws, never had he encountered such a strange change in weather. Didn't they have snow not too long ago? Now clouds? What the hell was going on with this desert... how was this even a desert?

Snorting, he'd flex each ebony claw into the finely ground sand. It was still cold from the night and probably wouldn't have much time to warm up today, how disappointing. This weather was almost depressing, certainly made the tiger think about stuff he didn't want to. Like, what if this was Amour's way of getting back at him? They didn't end of the best of terms and she was all happy up there with Evangeline... whose to say she wouldn't want to mess around with him a little? He still had that family meeting too, but were any of them still around? It seems they left just as quickly as they arrived. So much for new family. Maybe he'd have to get more drugs from Xael, that would pass this shitty weather away, right?

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[I started out good but then it just went downhill. x-x
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"Greetings..." The feline would say as he padded forward, ignoring the anger that surfaced as his paws became wet. Stupid weather, why rain now? This was the desert, not Riverclan! The water was doing nothing but pooling on top of the sand and making it mushy to the step. "I'm Cataclysm, Jace will surely be here soon but is there anything else you need?" Shadowclan, huh? Wait, the name Dracula did sound familiar, was this the same one?

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A frown would form along the feline's maw, his paws beginning to squish at the water settling above the sand. "Ah-- Jackdaw, one more thing." Everything the tangerine tiger had been doing recently had been wrong, a disappointment to his prior self. When he returned after years of being gone, he'd wanted to be an asset to the clan. To supply wisdom and to be... an active member. It seemed a lot of newcomers didn't even know who he was, which wasn't the image he'd believed a high position should have. "I'd like to step down, I acknowledge that my activity has been far from acceptable and I don't think its fair to hold the title without meeting the basic responsibility. If I earn my way back up, so be it. But I need to be better than what I am now." He returned for a new start, a better start. Perhaps things from the past coming up had hindered his plan, or maybe that was just some mental excuse he was using to make himself feel better. But he loved Bloodclan too much to sit on a position he didn't deserve.

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That vivid night stained his memory deeper than flesh and bone, a horrid tattoo that no amount of soap would ever fade. He could lather it in makeup or scratch away the surface but in the end, that dreadful evening would never cease from its haunting whispers. Amour. His heart still ached longingly for her harmonious presence, a desperate internal plea that would go forever unanswered. Perhaps the famous queen hadn't been his first love, but she definitely stole the title in becoming his true love. Her death had plagued many with sorrow, a sudden tragedy that no amount of placed roses would hide. He lost her, he failed her. When they met beneath the stars in his exhaust-driven slumber, he weakly pleaded she returned to the world of the living with him. It was a request she declined and a refusal that tormented him to the grave-- and beyond. Years later they reconciled within their previous home, yet his sweet beloved had a new flame that smothered his to the dirt and left him suffocating. He prayed she understood when he turned her affection aside, he couldn't pretend friendship with someone that obviously meant so much more. She was with another, a harsh truth he couldn't swallow. So he left. . .

So much time had passed. He was going on six now, wasn't he? Thank god for possession. Once again, he had a chance to start new, redo life in a younger body and hope he didn't repeat the same stupid mistakes as before. New name, new appearance, new everything. He hadn't made this decision on a whim but rather carefully thought out considerations that included scoping out multiple different territories. Bloodclan-- or, Sanguine Ruins now, lacked the familiar family that once roamed similar heated dunes. Even his ambitious and arguably favorite daughter Melantha had faded from memory among the clan. Despite the sweltering desert being his real home, how could he ever return and keep his true identity hidden? He let his daughter down, he let his friends down, he let the entire clan down! They were all gone, potentially permanently trapped by death's constrictive grasp. He missed his shot to say goodbye, another burdening weight that would permanently remain situated on his shoulders.

Mismatched optics laced with interest, the leopon scanned the tall bamboo thickets closely. Perhaps with time and dedication he would begin to see the Dark Dynasty as a proper residency. ”Greetings,” voice smooth as liquid honey, his salute would ride along the silence like a gentle tide climbing up the ocean shore. He had served as a deputy within this group for a short time, being sent to assist with the anticlan conversion Lancelot had organized many years prior. Now, nearly four years later and it would become his permanent abode; at least that was the goal. Exhaust swelled orbs of green and blue would settle momentarily on his alabaster paws as he struggled to evict himself from fading memories. What was he doing here? Everyone he once knew had vanished from this realm, why did he always have to be so resilient and stubborn? Ebony nose twitching in the relaxing sun, the cloud-pelted wildcat would lower his bony haunches toward the ground. He supposed it was a bit overdue for some new friends, he doubted anyone in this new age even knew of Serpentine and Risen. What a shame, such memorable warriors nearly forgotten with time. . .

The reverberating rays of warmth tickled his ebony stained ears, the slightest curvature of a smile tracing along his alabaster features. He missed this, he missed. . . living. Clashing colored orbs slipped skyward to analyze the gorgeous floating clouds as they slowly crawled along the open canvas of blue. Was his family still looking over him from afar? Was Melantha orchestrating the belts of stars that guided him each night? Was that Mercuryluminescence's amused laugh that snarled as thunder in recent storms? What about the breeze that whipped through tree branches and whispered sweet tunes as Stella once had? Was she still proud of her father, even now? His heart ached, a constriction in his chest he doubted would ever fade. He desperately wished to join them, yet he also desperately wished to live. It never seemed like his time to fade, but did he really have anything left on this world to tie him down? Hurt lingering within his gaze, the hybrid shifted his attention back toward reality just in time to see the young lioness approach.

"My name is Amour Darling, how can the Dark Dynasty assist you today?"

Lord help him, this is an absolute dream!

The words knocked the breath from his lungs, like a punch in the gut he was left completely voiceless. His saccharine love was alive? This was surely all in his head, never before had such luck floated along his shoulders! Once again he had the chance to fix things and lay by her side, to embrace her and reconnect through silly games like old times. The many nights beneath the starts had left Amour holding more of his secrets than anyone else; he thought they would last forever. Yes. . . he thought. She wasn't his anymore, that was made very clear the last time they met. He begged her to return with him and she refused. Then she fell in love with another, didn't she even get married? No, this was horrible. Like before, he was now trapped being encased in a love that would always surround him but he could never pursue. Amour. . . not only haunting his memories but now haunting his present. How could he possibly start fresh now? She knew everything about him, she'd eventually find his true identity. Somewhere down the line he would have a rough day and come crawling back to her. Just like he did Jacky. And just like before he would be shunned, left an emotional mess that would spiral like always. Hopefully he was a better actor than he thought.

Lord have mercy, this is a nightmare.

"Solemnvows. I'm seeking... residency here. I wish to join." He could hardly even look at her, the hurt that devoured him tempting tears from the corner of his orbs. Thankfully it wasn't long until another member arrived at the scene, the building tension fortunately shattered. "Nice to meet you, Piratepaw. Have you been here long, I think I might need a tour of this land. If you guys will take me, that is." It was almost over, after this he would just have to do his best at ignoring his previous love. Although the Darling was in a lioness cub body at the moment, meaning ignoring her shouldn't come across as overly strange.

He'd hide the frown tempting his lips, his heart palpitating violently from within. His throat was growing increasingly dry and his nerves left tingling kisses that blossomed along the spine. Making enemies with the love of his life, sounded pretty typical of him. Internally stepping away from the scene, the hybrid struggled to gain back his composure. He'd been thrown into a role of harsh responsibility the second he was capable of walking, why was his backbone just now deciding to forsake him? When Mercury walked out on him and his siblings, they had fallen into his responsibility and depended on him for daily structure. How many times did he have to convince his schizophrenic brother that the voices weren't actually telling him to walk off that cliff? And how many total sleepless nights did he spend holding his mute sister trying to understand what caused her tears without words to do so? And how many months did he waste trying to prove to his uncle that they weren't the family-disgrace his mother insisted? Shit. . . he was tougher as a kid than what he ever hoped to be now. What the hell changed that? Could he really keep blaming Jacky for his tough-guy demise? This time it had to be different? Without Serpentine, who was going to reason with him when suicide seemed like the best bet? It was pathetic. He couldn't return to that dark place.

Blue and green orbs switching back to the lioness, Solemn did his best in remembering everything she'd previously done that resulted in his heartache. She had dated his best friend and his role-model of an uncle, shouldn't that be enough to turn him away? It wasn't like she waited for him after his death either, even though he waited for her after hers. He always tried to be the best boyfriend he could, at least with Amour. He screwed everything up with Jacky from the start, maybe that was why he fought so hard to keep her around. Giving into her lies and manipulation, her promises of commitment that always ended in him catching her with another; she became the thing she hated. If her love was so dedicated to him, why did she have so much extra to share with various guys? Yet if her love had faded that much. . . why did she beg him to stay? Amour was nothing like Jacky, but maybe she secretly was? Perhaps love just wasn't meant to be the root of his happiness.

As Mike approached, the alabaster wildcat mix would bow his head politely. "Pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Solemnvows-- if you didn't hear earlier." It had been obvious that this other male had some sort of power within the Dynasty before he even spoke; the way he pridefully carried his form along such a set path was a given. "I would love a tour, the more the merrier." Having managed to calm his restless heart, the leopon offered a friendly smile along his features. While he would still have to keep his guard up around Amour, now that he knew for a fact she was alive and thriving, he could simply go along with his life in pretending to be someone else. He wasn't Cataclysm anymore, he was someone that had potential to still grow and redo life how he'd originally hoped for. He was a completely blank slate as far as anyone knew, that's the way he intended on keeping it. "I don't think I've ever seen bamboo before. Does this carry throughout the territory?" The more questions he asked, the more authentic it would feel, and the less likely his mind would drift back to Amour. Speaking of which. . . she hadn't actually spoken yet, had she? How peculiar. No matter his desire to shake the thought, he couldn't resist the temptation. "Miss-- Amour was it? I noticed you haven't spoken yet. My sister was mute, do you happen to be as well?" The way the wrapped veil rested on her face, he honestly couldn't tell there was actually a serious injury lurking beneath it. Amour didn't know about Silentfreedom, did she? He didn't think so. . .

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"Room for one more?" The alabaster hybrid inquired smoothly as he approached. Literally years had passed since his last official patrol, saying he was eager to get back to the old grind was a huge understatement. He never imagined he would be residing within any clan apart from his Sanguine Ruin home, but life had a way of changing on him unexpectedly. Besides, it wasn't like the group was still the same Bloodclan he grew up in, there was really no point in even visiting. Mismatched gaze resting on the two, the young leopon offered a feint smile. He liked Mike, he seemed like a very social but overall friendly guy. Almost similar to Risen's personality, minus the rapping and arrogance. Was his adoptive brother still looking out for him from above? Or had ending on bad terms truly destroyed years of trust and brotherhood. The past sure was haunting, it wasn't like there was any true escape from your own memories. Not even memory manipulation lasts forever, unfortunately.

And of course, there was Amour.

She had always been an active member, accomplishing the unimaginable no matter her allegiance. He respected that about her, for sticking around no matter how rough things became. Surely she'd been a member of just about every anticlan now, probably the neutrals too. As much as he cared for her, he still had to pretend she meant nothing to him. History wasn't the present, and those two times should never mix. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit protective over her. Perhaps that was his main reason for joining the patrol, after all the previous plan had been to avoid the young lioness all together. Not that he didn't trust Mike or anything, but if something bad happened to her and he wasn't there? It would be just another regret forever lurking within his cranium.

Solemn was still adjusting to life where dodging bamboo thickets replaced the once familiar blistering sand. He actually missed those tall tawny dunes, plus the desert sunsets were beautifully irreplaceable. He'd manage, he'd adapt to the change in allegiance. . . it just took time to accept such an unwanted farewell. Alabaster white fur shimmering in the radiating heat, the beast of mismatched eyes would slink forward on large paws. Bootcamp? While his previous caracal body had been well trained for stamina with strong built muscle-mass, this new form had yet to be tested. Surely he would need time to adjust to the new strength and weaknesses that coincided with switching bodies. The caracal as a species was very agile, quick, and capable of leaping long distances. This hybrid form, however, seemed to lean more heavily on strength and blunt force. Perhaps he could train this new body in a similar fashion to his long-previous tiger one.

Speaking of training, what the hell happened to his plethora of powers? They were all gone, not even his entire amount of current energy would evoke the abilities he once held from within. New body, new start, apparently new powers too. Hopefully he would rediscover them eventually, some of those had been quite helpful. "Sounds like fun, are we waiting for more before we begin?" If need be, he would happily go gather any groups that were still uncalled for. Regardless of clan, training was training and an opportunity one would be wise not to miss.

This creature before him was certainly a bewilderment. Alabaster and black paws hesitantly growing closer, the hybrid would rest his mismatched orbs on the strange animal and silently examining the unusual features. Hopefully he wasn't coming off as rude, but surely no such beast had ever captivated him quite like this one. Ebony ears tips flickering in the warm rays of the sun, the leopon offered a charming smile of friendliness. Could he even be seen through that much fur? "Greetings, my name is Solemnvows. I take it you're a traveler?" Voice like smooth liquid-honey, the charming hybrid would lower his haunches to the ground. There was no overbearing scent that clung to them, therefore it was a safe assumption that they weren't currently residing in any group in particular. While Cataclysm's trust would have been much more difficult to acquire, the new and improved Solemn would at least allow a proper conversation before making a final judgement.

Glancing at the saplings the bird-like mix created, the white wildcat seemed rather impressed by how strong and quick they grew them. "May I have one of your flowers?" He'd never been one for the pretty things like blossoms and shawls, they reminded him almost entirely of Jacky, yet he was trying to learn how to respect and appreciate the little things in life. He wanted to live a life of happiness this time around, at least to a degree. So, the long-passed ex-leader would swallow his pride and accept something so delicate as a flower, just maybe only this one time. After all, that ruthless killer did still lurk somewhere down within.

The hybrid would blink his inconsistently toned eyes, his deliberately placed pawsteps syncing up with the rest of the group. He had a new identity but what did he hope to accomplish with it? Now that he had no friend or family to prioritize, what were his new goals in life? Did he want to become that ruthless and cold killer he aimed to be as a kitten? The stereotypical merciless Bloodclanner like his uncle Coppermine? No, that no longer suited his personality. The memories of his uncle slaughtering newborn kittens still stained fresh in his head. It had been a different time back then, very different. He doubted any leader would be able to get away with slaughtering their own infant children nowadays. He couldn't even imagine, stomping your own blood to annihilation purely out of rage, it was disgusting. Ivory teeth clenched tightly together, Sol would push the distant memories aside.

"Yes, I do believe I'm going to like it here. It's very different from where I was born, but I think I will be fine. Just need a bit more time to adjust is all." No hints about his previous identity, just the usual simplistic chitchat. Tail wishing to and fro, the leopon cast a friendly glance toward the two Praetors. It was nice having two active leaders, something that rarely happened. They seemed good for each other, something that also rarely happened. Being more introverted than extroverted, the large feline typically preferred to observe before speaking. He believed you could determine a lot about someone just by the way they walked or how they carried themselves. "Were all of you born into the Dark Dynasty?"