Posts by CATACLYSM.

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One of the most respected cats in the clan? Maybe before, but now others were starting to see him as a traitor for bringing Mairead back. Of course he would never betray Bloodclan, but it seemed to be that his fellow members weren't quite convinced. "Mother was always a bitch, doesn't matter. Thank you." Soft smiling forming, Catty would inhale deeply. At least Amour was being friendly, she was attempting a conversation. "And Amour means love, if I'm correct?"

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With a bland yawn, Cataclysm would flicker out of his cloaking ability at the sight of the intruder. Kicking up sand with each careless stride, the hybrid's fur would begin to bristle and a low chuckle would roll from his maw. "Who are you? Name and business." This trespasser reeked of Shadowclan!

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The hybrid would approach with a furrowed brow, his ears picking up on the conversation occurring. "My apprentice wants to a... a vegetarian?" His tone wasn't harsh or disappointed, more of surprised. "Sweetpaw, does this have something to do with your distaste in training and blood?"

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The hybrid would frown, padding up to the canine and making an attempt to lightly trace his tail across the fellow male's side. "I'm sorry." Cataclysm was rather confused with the whole situation, but managed to conclude that his friends father died.

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Narrowing his pale gaze, Cataclysm would approach with a snort. Momentarily shifting his attention onto Aima with distaste, the hybrid would hesitantly take a seat. Business was business, but still! It would take time. Flexing his charcoal claws into the grainy sediment, he'd wait for an Oder if some sort.

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[Maireads coming back, Catty can go get Dearlea now though!<33 She will have the option to stay in Darkclan or return to Bloodclan!]

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"Get a bigger fish. Let that one grow." Inhaling deeply, the hybrid would slide down to the sand. Perfect time for him to at least rest, he had been busy. Besides, he was doing something... he was supervising! "I want to see a fish longer than your tail, only then will this training session be over."

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Flickering his pale green gaze between the two, Catty would observe the fight closely as each strike was applied. A lot of his skill was learned from watching other's mistakes, well... and from experiencing his own faults.

[really low muse at the moment]

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"Not so fast!" Snarling, the hybrid would instantly step in front of the she-cat's path. There was no way in hell she would be escaping this, not that easily! Flickering his gaze over to Serpentine, he'd wait to be told whether to kill her or throw her in the pit. Just to make sure she wouldn't attempt anything stupid though, Cataclysm would lunge and attempt to pin the femme.
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Ey, these cat's certainly were an interesting bunch. Ignoring the bickering and practically everyone else nearby, Cataclysm would inhale deeply with minor annoyance. "Before we even take you to the higher ups to be approved, you must be assessed. Pick your fighter, although it looks like Reaper is quite eager to get down to business." Whether that business be fighting or... something else, he did not know.

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"Why don't you both fucking train him?" It was more of sarcastic than anything, but if they were simply going to stand there and bicker! Hell, why not pop something into their brains, might even put there ego's in check momentarily. Very quickly he was beginning to realize that his father was a little... arrogant? And well, Gothika was known for being the demonic princess.

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"If it's looking to join, then you will be assessed. If not, killed. Plain and simple, state your choice." To be all honest, Catty was getting sick of this whole meeting thing. Why couldn't he go back to patrolling and hunting and being alone? Since Mairead's death, the hybrid had felt claustrophobic when more than three fellow cats were nearby. Perhaps it was awkward, or perhaps it made him feel like something bad was going to happen again.

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Observing with a critical stare, the hybrid would part his maw in temptations to speak. The femme wasn't amazing, but certainly decent enough. Then again, Aima was here... a third tier, someone of much higher power than he. Biting his cheek until blood seeped into his tongue, Cataclysm would struggle to hide the betrayal in his pale orbs. "They good, Aima?"
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Snapping back into reality, Cataclysm would instinctively start to bring his paw harshly down in a smack, only pausing upon realizing it was the kitten. Chucklng softly, he'd aim to prod at the youngster with his tail tip. Catty would continue to do this until further action was taken.

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[Sorry, since finals are coming up, teachers have been really strict about electronic usage during school.]

Inhaling deeply, the hybrid would part his maw to speak, most likely to comfort his friend... yet no words would emerge. Instead, a strange voice caught his attention and he'd turn to face the spirit almost instantaneously. He'd blink a few times, shake his head, and even rub his eyes. Was this thing real? "Grim?" Lashing his tail against the canine, Catty would refuse to leave his pale orbs from the strange figure. "Are you a--? Erm... who are you?"
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"Yes. Pick who you are to fight. Only if you have potential will you be allowed to join... if not, killed." It was spoken nonchalantly, as though the words were said every day.. then again, they kind of were. Flexing his claws into the sand, the hybrid would scan the area closely. There were a few cats to choose from.

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"Rematch. Here and now, how about it Grim?" Both friends had been through a shit-ton of drama and stress lately. Catty lost his love and Grim lost his father, weren't they just a happy duo? Perhaps a not-so-soft sparring would help the both of them clear their cluttered brains, at least distract them from it.

Pacing side to side with a forced smirk, he'd wait patiently for his brotherly canine friend to arrive. Surely it would be soon, after all Grim was everywhere!

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Of course it would be Grim to charge before the battle had officially even starter, laughing only for a second the hybrid would quickly back away from the canine's lunge. "Have to do better than that!" Damn they were good at hiding emotions! Not giving his opponent much time to thing, Cataclysm would attempt to take his claws across his friend's side. Such a common attack area for him..!

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Snarling, Catty would instantly pull himself free from Grim's teeth. a small trickle of blood rolling from his sides. But oh no, he wasn't going to lose this time! With his head lowered, the hybrid would aim to charge the canine in a headbutt aimed for the ribs.

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"Name and business!" Snarling, Cataclysm would flicker out of his camouflaging ability only to pad straight up to the intruder. Sand being carelessly kicked up beneath his large paws, the hybrid would narrow his faded cold gaze harshly. Dammit! There were trespassers left and right, it was as though Bloodclan had a sign pointing to it a mile wide... with flashing letters. The anti-clan wasn't some pathetic measly group that accepted sob stories for a reason to join. This femme reeked of Thunderclan and that instantly made him a bit antsy and suspicious.

Flexing his charcoal shaded daggers a few times, he'd wait for an answer.
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