Posts by Chemical Warfare

"A start." he agreed, grin pulling at his lips. "But you have a lot of promise. Next time I'll show you how to use your tail as a lure- yours is pretty thick, so the fish shouldn't be able to pinch you." he explained. A part of him wondered if his apprentice would always be so ungraceful when it came to matter such as hunting, but it was all in good humor. "Here, put it with mine and we'll hunt along the shore for a while." called the male as he used a large paws to push away the dirt covering his fish, making the hole big enough for Toni's as well. "You ready?" he asked, claws ripping at the wet ground underfoot.

Since his opponent was not replying, Chemical Warfare turned his fierce amber gaze on the Thunderclanner, Solitaryroutes. She was gazing around searching for an opponent, and the tigress sized jaguar was happy to oblige. Charging her from the side, the black jaguar slashed out with unsheathed claws, looking to cuff her hard in the head in an attempt to stun her before fastening her fangs into her shoulder.

He was pleased to see he had the support of the HP's, and upon hearing Amours question, nodded to Yami. "I'd need to construct the pens first at the Oasis, but Yami has the right idea. Along with basic herding techniques, I was thinking having Telepaths guide them might be most effective." explained the male. "I would prefer not to wipe their memories if possible though- we don't want them desensitized to us and teaching their young to ignore us- it would make for sore hunting then, and we don't want the Clan growing fat off of easy-to catch prey. Their instincts and fear of predators must remain in tact- though perhaps wiping the memory of the way back to the farm would help in case there is ever an accidental escape; it'll easier to round them up in the desert then it will be to take them a second time from the humans."

Absently he began to wonder who else he should invite on this little adventure. He'd need animals that were intelligent and reliable, as well as physically fit enough to meet the demands of the trip. Perhaps he would speak with Amour about it- he had a few in mind, but the group needed to be small and efficient. "I plan on taking 5 groups of animals, so I'll need 5 telepaths and 5 warriors. If anyone present wants to grab a spot for themselves feel free to let me know, otherwise I'll gather a patrol with Amour once I come back from the Oasis with the pens finished."

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He listened as Amour spoke, relaying the information as flawlessly as he could hope for. He was glad to have the Tigress on his side for this matter- not just on his side, but involved heavily. As far as he was concerned, his idea wouldn't even be possible without her help in not only bringing it to light, but arranging the raid itself- he as a First Tier had no power there, and he was happy to pass it off to someone who was more capable rather than hoard it until he could do it himself.

As she passed the metaphorical microphone over to him, he wasted not a moment in picking up where she had left off.

"There would be numerous other elements to this take-over as well that would be beneficial to us as well- it wouldn't be just a piece of land that we took because we wanted." began the male. "First off, and least importantly, it would be act as a spearhead of aggression toward our enemies. There have been a slew of pro-clanners found on our border- Thunderclan usually- that feel the need to waste our time spitting useless threats and warnings. Well, no more warnings or nice handoffs from Bloodclan. This act will prove we are every bit as dangerous as our repuatation fortells, and that any act against that will not go unpunished; f*ck with us, and we won't just f*ck back, we'll tear your life apart and take everything you once held dear." explained the male, who had quite frankly found some frustration pent within him at all the mouth running cats who seemed to get off scott free.

"But more so than that- because Bloodclan doesn't have to prove anything through a show of strength, we could use this island to help us with our lifestyle here. We have recently taken on a more Egyptian motif; enslaving pro-clanner to dig the Blood Nile, as well as to build pyramids and monuments that will honor the many deity's that have chosen to remain among us. It is no secret these slaves will succumb and will need to be replaced frequently over time; one potential use for the island could be the abduction and moving of slaves to Bloodclan for work, acting as a Middle Man that can help cut down on the pro-clans hounding us, as they wont be able to show up on the island whenever they like to challenge about the capture of slaves." spoke the male, pausing to let his words sink in before continuing.

"I also wanted to bring up the possibility of using this Island as a training ground for Slave Families. I understand that in Egyptian times it was not uncommon for a being in power to have a family of servants that were dedicated to that family, sort of like butlers, waiting on them hand and foot, making sure all their needs were met. Perhaps the Island could also be used to brainwash and create servants for certain families in Bloodclan? Members would have to acquire a certain rank in order to gain the rights to a family of slaves, which might promote more activity among the members. The slaves children would serve the Masters children, and so on and so on."

OOC- I was thinking he could use Molecular Manipulation to grin the walls flat, and add detailing such as Stairs, pillars, maybe even pictures on the walls, such as the Militia symbol or something? Some examples would be like these;

http://files.abovetopsecret.com/files/img/ip5188a1ab.jpg

http://www.arteria-gaming.net/…/album/images/photo11.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/1escs.jpg

OOC- it could be either, I borrowed them from google, lol

BIC;

With a nod of his head Chemical began to work. It would take many days to complete the design, and he'd likely suffer many nosebleeds and headaches from it as a result, but he was more than happy to endure it. Padding tot he back of the large cavern, the jaguar began to work on the wall, grinding the molecules flat and reshaping.

OOC- not sure why this was continued in a separate thread by someone else, I just replied to the one I made for it earlier, and it's not even finished....
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1469627.0 - this is the original thread with Chemicals ideas as to what to use the island for and such, in case anyones interested....Not really sure if I should reply her with Chem or not...probly not, lol.

Also, you might not want to consider SCarclan- they are the source of the outbreak after all, and it could be risky- and filling the island up with infected would also make it risky to live on afterwards in case of lingering infection and such

Sorry for interrupting - poofs out of thread with maniacal grin-

OOC- oooh, I see. I was like wtf, i just replied to that thread earlier today so I know it didn't go inactive lol. I like the idea of flying off with cats and dropping them- unless they can shapeshift while falling into a bird body, thier screwed XD

Chemical Warfare came bounding on to the scene, slitted amber eyes flashing with anxiety and anger. Along his spine and shoulders his melanistic fur was stiff, and with a low hiss he wasted no time in padding over to join Ferdinand. "Bastards!" snarled the feline, muscle rippling in his shoulders and chest. "I'll slit the throat of any cat who thinks they can take my apprentice!" he all but snarled, tail lashing as he barely contained the rage in him. Above him in the sky a white eagle called out. It was he, the mute/telepathic eagle, who had brought him visions of a captured Toni Darling and the plans to torture her in some competition. Eyes landed on the form of Ferdinand. "Heeyo. I'll run with you. When do we go?" he asked, though the edge in his voice hinted at his impatience. Toni Darling had already died once in his absence- it was not going to happen again!

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Chemical Warfare was indeed furious. Never had he felt such a strong emotion running through his veins before. It made his heart hammer and his blood roar in his ears. And it was there; the insatiable bloodlust he seemed to fall victim too from time to time, when the longing for Blood would take over. When it came to murder it wasn't like that for him- he had no interest in the animal itself or if it suffered or not, he cared he only for the blood that flowed from them. This was different. This was rage. He wanted to hurt them, to rake his claws through the fur of anyone who endangered his friends. PErhaps it would have been different if it was someone else, if it wasn't innocent little Toni, who couldn't unsheath her claws and kill if it was to save her own life. She'd already died once- she wouldn't be made to suffer in fear alone again.

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'Find Toni!' he ordered in his mind as his slitted amber optics glared down at teh camp before him. At once the eagle whose claws had been dug into his shoulder took flight, spiraling up into high, tight circles. Telepathic, it would scour the mind of the NPC cats until it learned what it wanted- or spotted her.

From his place beside Ferdinand Chemical was an epitome of danger. Amber eyes blazed in a fury he had never before felt, and the stiff fur along his shoulders and spine was warning enough. Coupled with the shifting muscle of his broad body and the restlessly kneading of unsheathed claws, and he looked ready to kill anything that got in his way. Already once Toni Darling had died in lonesome suffering- he would not allow it to happen again.

Clearing his mind as Ferdinand ordered, he listened as the base of a familiar song began to shake the earth. With a snarl Chemical Warfare added his own power to the sound, the pressure of the manipulation hardly hindering him. He was ready, and would show no mercy or good humor in this battle.

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He felt his blow connect, but before he could fasten his teeth into her he felt a pair of paws slam into his neck, trying to break it with the pressure of molecular manipulation adding force through the air. Winded but determined, he twisted instead of falling flat on his stomach, using the momentum to roll and get to his feet.. At once he was slashing out with unsheathed claws again, trying to rake them down her face as he let out a deafening percussive noise using soundwave manipulation, looking to stun and deafen her temporarily; it was akin to standing next to a small bomb going off.

In his head he felt an unpleasent pressure, the resort of having used such power behind the force. He didn't pause to see if she'd been stunned though, and barelled forward on powerful haunches to try and get his fang fastened on the back of his neck to give her a teeth rattling shake.

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"Then perhaps you should find someone capable of making decisions?" suggested the jaguar in a tone to hard and edged with ice- far from the casual tones he usually used. He had forced the fur along his shoulders to lay flat, but his unsheathed claws and slitted eyes still hinted at the rage pent up within. He wanted to tell himself to calm down, that getting this riles up was foolish- but he couldn't help it. Ever since the men at the facility had fucked with his head, he felt every emotions clearly, and this, well to be honest, this was more than he knew how to handle. He'd never been worried or angry before, not like this and most certainly never over another cat.

"I should hope not- you've hardly go the body of a kit anymore!" he youth chuckled, though he couldn't help but notice how true his words were. She was still small and young, but her compact form was much larger than it had been, and as an active youth there was already a fair bit of muscle along her form. Of course, when his mind supplied him with the word pretty instead of hunter-like, he found himself startled somewhat. He'd noticed females before, sure- he was emotionless not blind, but his ears had never warmed up in embarrassment upon noticing them, nor had his chest fluttered with guilt butterflies- not that he even knew what those were.

Shaking his head to clear his thought, Chemical motioned for her to follow and began to pad along the shore a ways.When you followed the swamp this way, instead of deep, murky waters good for fishing, one came across what appeared to be a field of knee high grass, flooded up the paws by water. "This looks like a good spot. Frogs, turtles, snakes, fish, and even the occasional bird and rodent live in places like this. You can check over that way, he called, gesturing to the left side of the field, "While I check the other. Make sure not to go near any tall reeds or anything that a gator or snapping turtle could ambush you."

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The large jaguar shifted, the muscle in his shoulders tense as he stood alongside Ferdinand. A part of him had calmed in the knowledge that they were only keeping her as a hostage, but that was a very small part compared to the rest of him, which was still very much on edge. All he could see in his mind were the images his eagle had sent to him, conspired plans of some competition, a public torture. He wanted to spring at the throat of the white tigress who'd been so foolish as to ever lay a paw on Toni Darling, to rip to pieces and let the blood soak his fur- the only comforting thought he could muster. Ferdinands words reasured him though. The male had no intentions of leaving the border without Chemicals apprentice, and for this he was greatful. "Ferdinand is right- stealing from and threatening us into bartering for your clans safety is not wise decision; what kind of neutrality can be built on such a thing anyways?" asked the male, his youthful tones low and sharply spoken. The Darlings were a well known family amongst the Bloodclanners, with HP relations and friendships- what did they expect to come of this other than blood and suffering?

With a flick of his ear his nodded in acknowledgement of the tigers words. "Perfect- though we will likely have to hit two of them in order to find enough animals. I want to start with carbao, turkey, cattle, horses, and rabbits for domestic prey; animals that will prove challenging enough for all levels of hunting. There are also wild animals I would like to eventually add to our project, such as bighorn sheep, wild hogs, ostriches, and Addax. These will up the level of difficulty for more experienced hunters looking to compete or show off their skill." explained the male as he shook out his coat and began to take his leave. "I will be constructing the pens around the large oasis along the Eastern border. of the Blood Nile. If anyone needs me, that's where I'll be."

OOC- I will get a thread up for this soonly

It's up to you- I understand it's gotta be REALLY busy running a clan and keeping track of all you have to do with everyone, so if you wanted to just say they went on the little adventure that' fine.

Basically the details I was thinking up would go along the lines of Risencorpse agreeing to patrol with him, and then the two would end up trapped in a sandstorm sheltering at one of the oasis's near the Blood Nile. When the Sandstorm ended the two would discover a huge, roofless pyramid that had been uncovered, and would venture inside. Maybe they could have to fight some sort of warriors as a test of the Egyptian Gods upon entering? Anyways, inside they would find a massive square room, at the center of which was something (a stone, an egyptian tablet, etc) that allows members of ones family to directly contact their patron God/Goddess/Demon. It could also serve as a ceremonial ground of sorts where the new 'leader' of each family takes on their patron deity when their superior dies? I was personally thinking the thing in the center of the room could be like a bowl/giant chalice of blood that the cats either have to lick/drink or touch their nose to, like in the moonpool? Then they would pass out and connect to their deity to seek council or take on the spirit? Anyways, when you walk up to it, Ra can start explaining to Risen what it is and, wanting to test it, he can order Chemical to drink the blood int he chalice. After doing so he would immediately pass out to have his visions of Atum bonding with him, and then would awaken to tell Risen what happened. Knowing it to be true, they could head back and Risen could make the announcement to the clan, and add it to the Bloodclan Guide for people to reference to?

I dunno, just some thoughts im throwing around. Feel free to tweek it around however you please, and if you want to RP it out just let me know- I won't hold it against you if you don't, as it is a somewhat long and complicated plot and you have lots to do on here

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At Silverstars words the entire border exploded into a warzone- the moment Chemical Warfare had been waiting for was at hand. Of course, due to his RPer having a shared computer, they were made to get off and miss a huge chunk of the battle causing them to be late- that would all be made up for now. The tigress sized feline was a stratagist, a male who competed to survive and who killed for a living- these Blizzardclanner might have had to fight a couple battles in their time, but their lack of experience would always pale in comparison to the twisted melanistic feline before them, who had been killing and slaughtering the most creative and tactical of ways since he'd been a mere Thunderclan kit.

Amber eyes flashed dangerously, and he let his weight fall onto his powerful back legs, his target chosen immedately. He watched as the white tiger called OCEAN switched into the body of a polar bear. The largest females int hat species weren't even 600 LBS- he was at least half that, and more than willing to meet the challenge. He'd once told Toni Darling he'd send a bear running if it ever showed up and attacked on Bloodclan Territory; he was more than happy to make it true on Blizzardclan.

Watching as Ocean turned away from him to speak to some 'boyfriend' that never answered back, he chose his attack quickly. Mustering up an incredible amount of force, he prepared to use his soundwave manipulation. With an ear splitting BOOM! he let the soundwave go off in her ears, hoping to deafen and daze her. He had made the sound come from every angle to stop her from pinpointing that it had come from the large black jaguar behind her, and then sprung.

Claws unsheathed and powerful black legs thrusting him forward with remarkable force, he aimed to sink his hooked claws into her shoulder and sink his even larger fangs into the back of the white bears neck, trying to damage her spine while claws wrked to shred through her fur, flesh, and muscle.

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At the same time, the large, telepathic white eagle had been scouring the skies above the battlefield, overwhelming NPC's and ravaging their memories until he found the information he needed. At once he cut off his link to the jaguar below, not wanting to distract him with visions of a half frozen snow leopard burried in an ice dungeon.

At once he dove for the entrance of the unguarded cave, the Blizzardclan cats apparently to interested int he Bloodclanners outside. It was cold beneath the ground, but the tunnels were wide and bright due tot he sun glinting of the ice, and he navigated the paths revealed to him until sharp eyes found their quarries. With a loud shriek he landed before her in a flutter of great wings, mind pressing at her own in an attempt to relay his purpose- unlike many, this bird was mute even through telepathy, but he had no trouble conjuring up images of his master, Chemical Warfare, sending him away to find her before lunging for the form of a white tigress turned polar bear.

OOC- how are these dungeons set up? With cages/locks, stalactites??