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Character Name:Omega

Character Age:30 moons

Gender:Male

Alliance:None

Rank:

Appearance (6 or more sentences): Omega is a large, well built tabby. He is a giant among cats. He has a ash gray fur that emits weird snaking light effects in the sun. When light hits his fur, the light is diffracted and shot back so people looking straight at him will be blinded. His eyes are as weird as his fur. One is like a ruby plunged in blood and lit on fire which will consume you if you stare into it too long. The other one is a cerulean deep blue, as if you where starring into a pool of icy water. These particular eyes can chill you to the bone or electrocute you if you anger their owner. Omega has strong powerful muscles, and is a very strong cat. His voice is a low hum, soothing at times.
He has a medium sized hair with a long, whip like tail. He uses a giant dog skull that was bleached by the sun as a helm. He has very big ear, just like a bat would have. He owns white claws that glow in the dark with a greenish pale light .
[u]IMPORTANT: Omega is not affected by powers due to the experiments that where carried on him!
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Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):

Loner:
One true fact remains, Omega is not the most interactive cat in the world, he had a strange history, so he found that he liked being by himself than with others, and even at his adult stage that seemed to stay with him. He finds it hard to talk to cats, so he trains all day to make up for it. He does other things that normal Clan cats do, but he doesn't talk to them. He listens to what they talk about, so that he isn't too far behind the latest news but that is about it when it comes to even hearing cats talk, let along talking to them in the first place

Trustworthy:
Just because you are cool, efficient, killing machine in cat skin, doesn't mean you can't be trusted with your fellow felines. He knows that his Clan comes first, he knows that when he grows old, not to make his Clan throw him out, but to throw himself out. He loves his Clan, in a weird, twisted sort of way. You could tell him your darkest secret, and he will decide if to tell someone else of a higher rank or not.

Calm :
Now most sanguinary cats you may think are hot headed, not Omega. He is very calm, and tries not to get angry at silly little things, of course when he does get angry you know you are in trouble, and that your life is at stake. But because of this he has advanced in his life. While other cats think of ways to get revenge in a way that won't kill them, he thinks about how they will die in the, and how maybe he will be their killer.

Proud :
He like any cat as faults, no cat his perfect, even a killing machine is not perfect, what is his fault you may ask? He is proud. Overly proud, if he does something better than you, he rubs it in your face, if he does something rare he will boast about it for twelve moons. If he advances in ranks, you can be sure he will laugh in your face about it for the rest of his life. He makes sure that all the cats know when he does something well, the irony is when he does something bad, it is never heard of.

Fierce:
nobody knows about the gray cat. And no one dares to cross him. Why so? Because when battling he is as cunning as a fox as bold as a lion, strong and reckless as a tiger. He uses a large dog cranium as a war helm. He uses his long tail as a whip and when he fights it's said that it looks like a dance. A dance of death.

History (8 or more sentences):

Tasting the freedom:
Mom always said i should never cross the yard fence. That was never as true as now. It was autumn now. The trees where ornamented with a splendid flurry of gold, red, yellow and brown. Grey brother approached me. He was always the most turbulent of my brothers and sisters. When al the little kittens where still mewing and suckling, he had opened his eyes and started walking. When we had started doing that, Grey brother was already trying to hunt bugs. And when we finally tried doing that, he had killed his first mouse. I had immediately taken a liking to my older brother. "Well, what ere ya doin!"
he said. When gray spoke, he yelled. When he whispered he talked normally. And when he yelled the sound was ear popping.
"I was wondering". I said calmly. "Wondering about what?!" My brother asked in his most normal tone (yelling).
I looked at hard at the fence and tried to imagine what exactly lay beyond all the houses and the beautiful little gardens that were always well tended to.
"I was wondering what would happen if I left."
Gray grinned and stepped next to me to give me a cheerful whack on the head (which was pretty painful).
"Probably nothing would happen Tungsten."
I looked up to him amused.
"Mom would just say that was that and would lecture us on what happens if you leave the neighborhood."
I smiled happily knowing that he was not actually joking.
But then my smile froze and then disappeared.
"Think about it Gray. I'm almost a grown up. I've been here all my life. Do I really want to stay in this cage forever? Even if this cage is filled with pillows and green grass this still is a cage!"
Gray froze himself. We waited in silence. Around us, the bugs and birds kept singing.
"I see whatcha mean " said Gray. "And you wanna know what? I've been feeling the same."
"I tell you what: We go in a few months. We have to train, to get stronger and to get more fast."
It actually was pretty logical. So when Gray stepped back in th villa nonchalantly, i was boiling inside.
For the next few months, i ate, then trained, then sled into a deep sleep. For a few months i was anxious, always turning my eyes to the windows, to the fence, to the sky and to Gray. Gray always smiled when he saw me watching him. But when he didn't notice, he was not his cheerful self. Of course, he was always cheerful when tin, steel and all the others where around. But when we where together outside, we where stern and silent. I knew that we where both anxious about going. But after all isn't Anxiousness the dizziness of freedom?

Time passed. The red and golds turned to brown. The brown leaves fell from the trees by handfuls. Then snow was falling, covering the world in a white blanket. And finally, new blossoms sprouted on the bare branches. In that amount of time , Gray and me had become well built bastards.
Our intensive training had made us extremely strong and fast. We could fight against anyone in the neighborhood and win. Even the powerful wild feral that terrorized normally the neighborhood. We had become much bigger than Iron, Tin, lead,steel, aluminum, silver and platinum our brothers and sisters.
The sun had come out, and we had went out too. And without saying a good bye, without even turning back, we left.... We traveled through the freshly mowed lawns and the fences and we arrived at the city.
Scrapping a living was difficult in the city. The trees had been replaced by the giant metal trees. There was light even when it was night. Monsters that we had know to pass slowly and calmly in our old home where more fast and deadly. We almost left our lives in there. Gray and me, we lived i an abandoned ship in the harbor. Finally, bit by bit, the word of the two brothers spread through the city. Wherever they went, Gray and Tungsten where respected and praised.

the city:
I leaped down in the lower deck. The cold wood met my paw pads with a creak. I advanced slowly in the darkness, avoiding stepping on the cronies that lived in our boat. Over the past year, we had amassed a number of followers which was quite incredible . I knew i could have stepped on everyone in the room and nothing would be done. After all i was the boss. Maybe not the BIG boss but the second boss.
I steered through the sleeping silhouettes to the captain's bunk where we slept, me and my brother. I entered through the hole in the door that allowed me to get in. The room was dimly lit by a jar of fireflies that we kept alive so that light would be given to the captains bunk 24/7. Gray was standing in the top bunk bed. His blue eyes pierced me, but I knew it was involuntary. My eyes did the same whenever they met someone. He smiled his usual broad grin but i always guessed when something was bothering him. "What's the matter bro?" i asked in a soothing voice. Gray looked down on me, smiling reassuringly . "Oh, you know, the usual. Don't worry about it. Just a couple of thugs trying to disrupt the peace and quiet of our territory" I immediately knew these where no simple thugs to keep Gray awake.
"Would you like me to take care of them for ya?" i asked in a soothing tone.
"yeah, whatever just bring twenty able body felines with you. They are located at the green cargo hold. Just wait for the sun to come up."
"Twenty ? What ere they, a whole gang?" I exclaimed. "kinda. They are thirty strong". "Holy shit, how did we not locate them earlier?" . "I don't know but i want them gone." I strode out of the cabin to wait outside. "It'll be done, no worries". I took the path through the sleeping cats in the other way to go out. The fresh night air blew against my face as i stepped out in the darkness.
Our boat was a big one, parked in an abandoned harbor. Strong white lights from powerful projectors illuminated the many cargo and decrepit houses. I jumped on a few crates to get on the roof of the boat. From there i could see the stars and the night sky. It was beautiful. Everything in the city was hell. Yet, us, the two gray brothers we had forged a kingdom out of all this. And no one,NO ONE! Could disrupt it...

I watched as the stars slowly sled down to leave place for the radiance of the sun. Purple, orange yellow and pink light rebounded on the glass buildings not so far away. This was the time. I had to get going.
I jumped from the roof of the boat and landed on deck. I strode in the main hall and watched the felines.
"Every one time to get up! Come on, i need twenty good fighters!" At first, the surrounding cats groaned and moaned. But at hearing that a battle was planned , they sprung up and came towards me.
Forty five... Too much for just a small thug beat up. I chose ten good fighters. Ten speedy cats and ten very cunning felines. I was equilibrating our squad. Ten more than what was planned.
Very well, Gray would be annoyed, but if they where thirty strong, i wanted to not take any chances.

I headed out of the boat with the squad. Thirty cats moving silently in formation, thirty cats illuminated by the sun. We moved like a silent murder of birds of prey. We passed through the rusty dull colored containers towards the one indicated by my brother.
I sent a scout, Scrawny, a tall tangly cat that was fast and silent. We waited in a hushed silence for Scrawny to come back. He came back indeed, saying that no one was in the cargo hold. I was puzzled. How come a pack of thirty cats had dissipated without leaving any trace? With a touch of panic, I ordered the cargo hold to be searched. The thick cracked glass windows let in light even tho they where all moldy and disgusting. The light formed changing patterns on the ground that where i have to admit, quite creepy...

I watched as my crew overturned boxes, hidy holes and opened cargos. Not a sign. Not even a trace of fight. Only the remains of dead mice and other detritus informed me that i was right about something: there had been cats here. I felt suspicious, and i have to admit kinda creeped out. I watched distractedly the cracked windows of the place when i saw a shadow pass by. Fear clutched at my brain and the air in my lungs turned to ice. I yelled to the crew: "Get out of here, everyone, head back to the boat! Warn Gray that there are HUMANS!"
Every feline present froze, then there was a stampede to get out. The odor of fear was everywhere, slinking around like a snake. The odor burned my nose. But then i panicked myself when the opposite doors of the cargo hold flew open. Large menacing forms stepped in with weird sticks. We weren't quick enough. Some had escaped, some others had hid. But at least fifteen of us where taken. A net flew over my head and i knew i was doomed. I tried to struggle but i only entangled myself much more. The strong ropes where different than the old rotting ones in the harbor. These seemed to be unbreakable. The silvery lines where covered with the odor of fear. This was not the first time these had been used...

I was grabbed by the neck and thrown violently in metal bars. I think one of my ribs broke at that moment. Pain shot through me and i bit and i scratched, but the only thing that it did was to bloody my paws and my mouth. A pointy thing was jabbed at me and I tore at the hand that had tried to kill me. I was slipping into darkness, the things around me where becoming blurry, the sounds distorted....
It was all dark now. Was i dead? No, it could not be, i had to be alive. I felt my eyelids slid open. A blinding white light glared at me... It burned my eyes.

Hell : The blinding white light was a lamp. I found myself to be in a cage. I was sore all over, my rib ached as if my side had been battered in. I looked around through the tight bars of my cage. I had been pilled on to other cages. I looked around, to see with horror that the place was made out of cages. Cats upon cat where stacked into small cages . I immediately knew where i was... I hell.
An old orange tabby next to me exclaimed. "Oh, why hello there! Your a newbie! And what would be your name?"
I was terrified . But i answered boldly: "My name is Tungsten, where are we? I remember the humans, the cages and.... And are we in hell?"
The orange skinny tabby laughed,and responded. "Yep, well it's the same with all of us, the humans, the needles and the cages! You are half right. You are not in hell as o speak but you are in the research lab, which is practically the same thing! The names Orange. Well y'know for the color in french!"

Orange was an old tabby with a flaming orange coat that was shot with gray that had been taken a few months ago. He said that he ws very sorry that i had been caught too. "Well, they prick you and they inject you with stuff and it burns horribly." Then they make you fight other cats and the winner gets to live and the other is put down." I was indeed in hell.

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ooc: it is important you read his presentation! He is a very special Kittie ;)
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…5.msg55464307#msg55464307

The gigantic grey form of Omega padded up to the border of the bloodclan territory . Omega had been searching for a home for a long time. He had followed the black ribbon of a road inland, away from the city. The city was for him too much. The things that he had lived there, the memories he had kept had overflowed and know he wanted only to get as far away from it as possible. The black Asphalt was withe hot and it sered the paw pads of the big cat. By chance, the fur of Omega reflected the sun, so he felt quite good in this environment. The experiences that they had done on him had been helpful in that way. The products of modern science had enhanced his capabilities and his sensitivity. The only thing that would actually betray him as a lab rat would have been his red eye that clashed with the blue one. That and his glowing claws (but it was still day for now) Omega had walked his merry way, stopping only to eat and sleep. He had continued to move upwards with the road until the environment around him had change to a bleak desert. He had stopped in front of a pile of corpses that created a frontier with the road. The corpses seemed not to be roadkills so this intrigued him. The air was filled with the stench of old and newly spilled blood. The rocky desert up ahead was bordered with bodies. Their fur was falling out. The blood had coagulated in thick black clumps at the lips of the wounds, adding a grotesqueness to the bloated corpses. Flies and maggots wove in and out of the holes where the eyes had been. The most old corpses where now no more then dried up mummies that rustled in the wind like grim leaves. The sun was heading up towards high noon. the sunlight was so strong and that Omega had to sometimes shut his eyes to avoid the full blast of the glaring sun.
Omega interestedly pocked a corpse. A cloud of flies escaped from the body and crowded around Omega like a haze. Without any emotion , Omega approached a freshly killed body and bit into it. Even tho the meat was a bit dry, there was still a lot to eat. So the gray cat ate a bit. Then he kicked a bit of dirt on the body of his fellow feline . This was a desert. He absolutely could not afford to waste good food and besides, he had not eaten for a few days now. Omega put a paw over the corpses, then another and then he leaped over the bodies with a nimble jump. He landed in the dust on the other side. The flies that were hovering around him flew away immediately as he had disturbed the red yellow tinged sand and raised a small cloud of dust. The particles hung for a few moments then the dry wind of the desert carried them away.

ooc: it is important you read his presentation! He is a very special Kittie ;)
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…5.msg55464307#msg55464307

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The gigantic gray form of Omega padded up to the border of the bloodclan territory . Omega had been searching for a home for a long time. He had followed the black ribbon of a road inland, away from the city. The city was too much for him. The things that he had lived there, the memories he had kept had overflowed and know he wanted only to get as far away from it as possible. The black Asphalt was white hot and it seared the paw pads of the big cat. By chance, the fur of Omega reflected the sun, so he felt quite good in this environment. The experiences that they had done on him had been helpful in that way. The products of modern science had enhanced his capabilities and his sensitivity. The only thing that would actually betray him as a lab rat would have been his red eye that clashed with the blue one. That and his glowing claws (but it was still day for now) Omega had walked his merry way, stopping only to eat and sleep. He had continued to move upwards with the road until the environment around him had change to a bleak desert. Around him, was only a mix of yellow and red sand. Here and there, giant structures, rock formations sprung up from the ground as if a mad architect had decided to erect his greatest works of art here. Around him, only the insects made noises. Here and there a few bleached bones stuck out of the sand, vestiges of life a life long gone. He had stopped in front of a pile of corpses that created a frontier with the road. The corpses seemed not to be roadkills so this intrigued him. The air was filled with the stench of old and newly spilled blood. The rocky desert up ahead was bordered with bodies. Their fur was falling out. The blood had coagulated in thick black clumps at the lips of the wounds, adding a grotesqueness to the bloated corpses. Flies and maggots wove in and out of the holes where the eyes had been. The most old corpses where now no more then dried up mummies that rustled in the wind like grim leaves. The sun was heading down towards the horizon.Yet the sunlight was so strong that Omega had to sometimes shut his eyes to avoid the full blast of the glaring sun.
Omega interestedly pocked a corpse. A cloud of flies escaped from the body and crowded around Omega like a haze. Without any emotion , Omega approached a freshly killed body and bit into it. Even tho the meat was a bit dry, there was still a lot to eat. So the gray cat ate a bit. Then he kicked a bit of dirt on the body of his fellow feline . This was a desert. He absolutely could not afford to waste good food and besides, he had not eaten for a few days now. Omega put a paw over the corpses, then another and then he leaped over the bodies with a nimble jump. He landed in the dust on the other side. The flies that were hovering around him flew away immediately as he had disturbed the red yellow tinged sand and raised a small cloud of dust. The particles hung for a few moments then the dry wind of the desert carried them away. Omega looked around and spotted something that was quite interesting: a metal box. He had a mistrust of human objects because of his past. But this one shone brightly in the desert air. What exactly was it? It was pretty enough at least from the cats view. It looked like a tiny chest. The giant grayish cat flicked it open with a sharp claw. A small melody escaped the box. Omega was like transfixed. Such a beautiful melody... Who had brought the chest here? Who had it belonged to? What was it's purpose? Omega sat down slowly to listen to the small melody. He waited for a few minutes until it stopped. When it finally stopped, the gray cat watched for another few minutes silently before slowly, but securely rewinding it. A voice interrupted what he was doing:

Two cats? Why had he not seen them coming? Yes, it was probably the fault of the music box. He had been too absorbed by the beautiful melody to hear or to see them. Yes, the melody could have done that. The odor that the two left behind said a lot on their character. They smelled of blood, sand and dust. And also, they carried the scent of many other cats. So they lived in a group?
"Please state your name and business."
A pure white cat. With ruby red eyes. She had a red eyes, just like him...
But whatever. He knew that even if they where similar he wouldn't get any mercy from her. There was an other cat.She was black with yellow eyes. (sorry if i'm wrong i'm just guessing)
Omega didn't like being caught in a sentimental moment like this. He shuffled closer to the music box and stopped it with a paw. The music halted in mid sentence which made Omega agitated. He didn't like the proximity of other people, and even less murderers. being a monster didn't mean you like the company of other monsters.
"You could call me Tungsten" He didn't like being asked questions brutally like this. Actually, he didn't like being asked questions at all. To be more precise, he didn't like talked to at all.

Ooc:(please guys, could you do a bit more than just two sentences? ^^nothing against that or anything it's just that this is one of my first rps's so i need inspiration to see how it's done.)

"What is your business?"
The albino cat pushed on. Omega looked at her if she was a lunatic. Why did she want to know his business. He could have easily whacked her in the face and that be the end of it. But in the distance, a silhouette appeared. A snow leopard. What was a snow leopard doing here, in the desert? How interesting... He had only seen these big animals in the city's zoos. Behind him, the cream point with icy blue eyes echoed his name as if she was a wine critic that was adjudging a difficult product. Omega waited for the big animal to come closer. He liked how the fur of the creature looked. The three felines where of course killers. They where lean and mean, with sinuous muscles. He didn't like their type. But of course, he could judge on appearances. The big gray cat took no notice of the silent three comrades that surrounded him and dragged the music box towards him. When he took his paw off it, it emitted a small noise as if it was going to continue it's song. Bu Omega shut it hastily, silencing it's noise. "You only sing for me now" he though innerly. he looked attentively at the others.
"I would probably tell you if i knew your names. It seems fair to me: a name against a name, then I can tell you my business".

Ooc: (so much talent :D)

"He's right, it's only fair if we tell him who we are." "How about your forget our names and answer the ladies."
He had seen the big form of the tiger at the horizon. Th tiger was a large orange white beast was stripped with black stripes. What was a tiger doing here now? They where four now, but two of them where large beasts. Never mind that, the bigger they where the harder they fell. A small albino, a cream point, a snow leopard, and now a tiger? How badly was he in trouble? No, he had seen tigers in zoos he knew what they where capable off. This one looked big and strong. Not that fast and driven by anger. He took no notice of the tiger and waited for the names of the others. Aways eying the tiger that seemed to be hostile, he turned himself towards the others that where a bit less aggressive. "No, i quite think i'll wait for their names. A name for a name.'
A cat stepped next to the tiger. He seemed more friendly then the others: "I am Heartpaw, from Bloodclan, and these are my clanmates."
a small grin creped on my face.
"I am happy to know your name, Heartpaw"

Ooc: (What do your characters look like Heartpaw and elizabeth)

sorry, this is the old post, i did another one.

Heartpaw, Moriarty, Calypso, Elizabeth, Djagataï yes, what a bunch of strange names! But after all, strange names for strange people was not that incredible. He noted that a few of them had not given their names. So he was satisfied that he had given them his old name, before project omega. he looked around him. Cats where coming along everywhere now! Yes, that made seven in all! These little bastards came crawling out like ants presented with a morsel of sugar. They where all big and bad, with sinewy muscles . They moved gracefully, almost like snakes. real wildcats. Maybe this was the place to be? Maybe this was the place where he could find a new home? Meh, why not give it a try? "Tungsten" sat down in the dust, and eyed the bunch calmly. They waited, ears pricking animatedly.

"I come from the big city. I had to get away from the place so here I am, trying to find a new place to live.I supposed that a desert was nice and lonely enough but judging by the decorations, i don't think you take kindly to squatters do you?"

the gray cat waved his sinewy tail from right to left, the only sign that he was feeling anything.
He looked intently at the beasts amassed around him and asked in an uncertain voice:

"Anyway, who are you guys? Do you like live in a bunch or something?"

"We're a clan" mewed one off the cats. A clan? He had heard of that kinda stuff. But where he came from, well...
"No, you mean a Gang not a clan." The gray cat corrected.
"Are you all there is? Or are there more up front?"
If there where more upfront, he would have to leave or join, more likely leave. But if that was all there was, maybe he could kill them off one by one so that finally, he would have the desert to himself.
But by the odor of the seven cats, he knew his answer. their fur was absolutely plastered with the sent of other felines. Not just felines in fact: he could smell hyenas, dogs, and even more weirder whiffs of scent. Around him, the sun was heading down for the horizon. It was almost touching it. It's glare was being slowly replaced with a beautiful flurry of pink, red, orange, purple and yellow.

"We are members of Bloodclan, there are many more of us, and we all have certain ranks, the leaders, then deputies, and on from there. The majority of the clan is ranked by tiers."

What exactly where tiers? Who knew. Maybe the scorching desert sun had scorched their minds right out of their heads? Their was only two kinds of people. The weak and the strong. But whatever. It mattered not. He would learn about this.... Bloodclan. For now, he was on his guard. The only person that seemed nice enough was Heartpaw.

"Definitely more. Raven" she said nodding.

Well, that confirmed that. He could not kill all of them. Well, at least not for now... He could probably find a way or something if the "clan" didn't please him.

"From where i come from we call it a Gang. The definition of the word is: A group of criminals or hoodlums who band together for mutual protection and profit. From my point of view, you guys don't seem to be handing out candy. (Omega didn't even know if they knew what candy was) And you are definitively in a group, so that makes you a gang. But let's not fight furthermore on our common beliefs: What options do I have right now?"

"Well..." Heartpaw mewed "second tiers and third tiers can accept you into the clan if you want to join, but I'm a first tier so I can't. But besides that your options are pretty much leave or join.."

Leave or join huh? Two options? Well, he had another one but he knew even if he used the full potential of project omega, he wouldn't beat a fully fledged Gang. He had even less chance to kill everyone in the clan, especially if it was made up by big puppycats like Moriarty and Djagataï. Well, he could always try it, and if the clan life didn't suit him he could always sneak away, unseen. A first tier? A second tier? No, he wanted to judge by himself the power of the clan. He wanted to see the big bits as to speak.
For now, what exactly the purpose of their clan?

"So, what do you do in... Bloodclan..." The gray cat spat slightly at the word bloodclan but it seemed that no one had noticed.

"Do i have like to i dunno: fight, kill or even do anything? What's th benefit of being in a clan?"

"All first tiers are omegas now..."
Omegas? That wouldn't do now would it? How was he supposed to live in a clan where they all had his name? With a small flare of annoyance, he wiped his long tail across the ground , leaving a small gash in the sand. He looked down and smiled at the adorable kitten that had answered so nicely to his question.(Wanting innerly to punch the crap out of the little maggot)
"Its rather obvious, why else would we have a bunch of bodies lying on the border?"
Huh, so that was why. These where no roadkills, these where clankills. Still, they tasted pretty good.
Omega looked up slowly to the speaker. A cheetah! What a lucky day! A leopard, a tiger and now a cheetah. He really had to start getting counting now. So, this clan was pretty powerful enough to decorate the countryside with corpses? This could be a good thing, or a bad one depending on the point of view.
Omega's eyes narrowed down .
"What happens if I decide to back off right now?" he asked in a cool voice.

"If you leave now, you'll be allowed to go peacefully,Make your choice now or I'll make it for you" The big snow leopard snorted and flicked his tail viciously. His eyes narrowed to two small yellow slits.
Omega knew that he would not attack now, right when he was about to get a new recruit. But he was taking no chances. Yes, a smal plan had hatched in his head now: he would stay for a small holiday in bloodclan. After all? Why not join the amusing and the useful. He was going to gain their trust, learn their techniques and secrets, work out their inner malfunctions. Then, in a few months, Omega would slowly grow distant and then he would leave... Maybe by learning a few stuff about them and befriending them he could probably find a small parcel of desert where he could live in tranquility alone.
"My choice is done". He said with a cool amused tone to the big feline.
"Do you have a crib or a base of operations or do we have to sleep in the sand?"

Ooc: (by the way, how do you get the pictures and the scrollies behind your writing? Where can i get one?)

It had been a few days now since Omega had arrived in the Bloodclan. This "gang" was proving more and more difficult to integrate. People loathed you when you where a newbie. So what Omega/Tungsten did was to sulk in a little cavern carved in the rock tunnels of the camp. He had decorated it with rags and furs of dead animals. They kept him warm at night and made a really good mattress in the day. He also kept in the back end of the cave his treasures that he had found in the desert. A small music ox was his only valuable possession for now, but he was sure that he would find others in the few months that he would be staying here. It was high noon, and the desert sun was scorching. Everybody retreated inside the underground galleries. And even then, the desert heat came snaking in bit by bit to hit you in the face viciously.
So, here he was, in a rat hole caving for a sip of water. Omega got up slowly, bit by bit and shook the dust from his gray coat. Mini cascades came tumbling down from the fur. He was about to pass through in one of the main galleries when he heard a small voice singing: "The path that I'm walking, I must go alone. I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown, full grown. Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they? And I forsee the dark ahead if I stay," Omega looked out of his hidy hole just in time to see a brown tail disappear behind a cross section. Sincerely intrigued, the big gray cat slunk silently behind the voice. It lead him slowly but surely through the galleries and... Into the sun. Omega winced a bit. But his eyes adapted quickly to the newly found burst of light. The sky was as azure as usual, and the sun as burning as always. Omega looked around and he finally spotted the little silhouette heading for the oasis. He also spotted a trail of red purplish petals littering the desert ground like small puddles of blood. Omega followed conscientiously the long trail, picking up the petals one by one until he arrived on the banks of the pool.
A small Siamese kitten point tortie had been singing. Her light emerald eyes flashed in a hoking way towards Omega. She was thin, but with already strong and sinewy muscles for her young age. Looking down on her, Omega outstretched a big paw and dumped the petals over her head. A small shower of red.
"You forgot this...Where can you even get a tulip in the desert?"

Ooc: (if it interests anyone, here is my bio: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…5.msg55464307#msg55464307)

Omega got up slowly. Halloween? He had know about this before, when he lived int he big city. Freaky little human kids running around being even more scary than usual. The gigantic gray cat stepped forwrd to listen to the suggestions of his comrades. When the others had spoken their minds, he spoke up, his res eye and blue eyes darting here and there nervously. The subject of the conversation interested him, but he didn't like consulting so closely with others. Well, if he wanted to ingrate , he had to do the first step:
" Needles" everybody turned towards him. He shuffled slowly an anxiously towards everybody. "I don't like needles and cages, you should put those in there". He still had not confided his past to anyone. Project omega: a lot of cages and a lot of needles. He still had nightmares about the things... He shook himself and looked patiently at the others assembled around.

"I know someone." Whas she referring to a person from another clan? An outsider? Meh, Omega really didn't care. He didn't care about the clan or the rivalries between the damned things. In the city, he could understand why there where gangs. But in the wilderness where food was plentiful, There was no cause to create a "clan". Omega was just here to befriend the creatures around here and to discover the inner workings of the clan. Why not start with the more amusing of the two? For now, befriending people had been quite difficult. People around him fled his contacts probably because of his very weird appearance and his solitary ways. When he tried to talk to someone, or they sticked around or they found another thing to do hastily. "Wassup?" This seemed to be of the first type...
Well, why not befriend a kitten. Kittens here were, he had found much more mature than others as the harsh environment had carved them in a rock solid character.
Well, here it goes...
"Well, y'know just trying not to die from a heatstroke, the usual"
He bent his head and lapped up a bit of cool water from the oasis. He knew that crocodiles lived in there, so he was mistrusting of the body of water. But the cloudy water was refreshing so there was no fuss to be made.
"Anyways, i haven't seen your face in the few days i've been here. What's your name squirt?"

"Don't call me squirt, unless you want to be called something much worse."
Omega let one of his rare chuckles escape his mouth. This was a cocky one! A simple swipe of his paw and he would cave her head in. But the little one was oblivious to the danger. Omega liked the way she talked. In this clan, there wee silent psychopaths or rampaging thick brutes. This kind of attitude for a bloodclan member was new to him. "I'm Civilkit. Civilwars, when I grow up and become a tiersman."
Civilkit? That made memories come back...Right back to the days where he was one of the leaders of a gang in the city: Massive chaos had broken in the neighborhood because a rival gang was affirming it's hold on the territory. The whole thing had degenerated in an absolute civil war...
"You could call me Tungsten if you want. But i doubt you do."
He smiled a toothy grin spread on the face of the big gray cat.
"Well, that's good for you squirt... Now tell me, what names could anger me do you think?"

Ooc: (Omega is hiding his name as "Tungsten" while in the Bloodclan)

"Jerk, buttface, uggggggglllllyyyyyy, shutup, turd, tung is spelled like turd haha, screwyou, skullkid,"

Now that was just cute. omega's smile broadened and he chuckled again to himself. Oooooh so this one was tough to! But Omega didn't actually know half of these insults. He was ew to this kind of thing. In the city they mainly said "Motherfucker" or "Fucker " or even "bitch" . But the sentence you heard the most was "I'm gonna fuck you up!". Yes, in his time he had been respected by all. And those who dared to challenge one of the two brothers would die instantly. But here he was, far from the city and being called names by a kit. He couldn't get any more humiliated could he now?

"DON'T CALL ME SQUIRT AGAIN OR ELSE I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD BLOWN OFF,"

Oh, never mind he actually could... The big gray cat shrugged the offense of and laughed for a bit.
His laughter subsided like a low tide that's eager to go back to sea:

"Oh my, i'm trembling of fright! (he mimed as if he was shuddering) Okay though girl, i'll stop calling you squirt...for now"

He smiled calmly at the kitten awhile she grited her teeth.

"So, anyway for how long have you been in the bloodclan? Do you have parents?"

You have to remember that this was totally new to Omega. To come and try to be friends with someone was a very new concept for the lab rat.

A few days huh? She was just like him after all. What did she mean by back at the farm? So she'd been adopted here? Without noticing it, The gray furred cat squinted slightly at the kit. He observed closely the little creature: SHe was strong for her age, he could see that much. But she also had a grace and a intelligent glow in her two emerald eyes that he had never seen in the other members of bloodclan. Yes, this one was quite interesting. Something in these Fresh green eyes scarred him a bit.
He shook away the emotion and smiled down at the kit:

"Well, your just like me, a rookie member. So, how do you take the fact that you are going to grow up to be a heartless killing machine? And what exactly do you mean by "The farm" "