Posts by kai w.

"Yeah, it's bullshit all right- the Sunclanners those pity-me weaklings brought here almost smell like bullshit, even. Seriously, the Bloodclanners are saying things like, 'There are more of us, and we're hungry, and our kits our dying, and FUCK FUCK FUCK. There's nothing wrong with innocent Bloodclanners, but the ones who say all that innocent stuff and then turn around and fucking treat us like slaves? No, I don't think so, people.'"

"Yeah, I think the coast is clear. We can't be caught hunting, but hopefully we'll be caught during the rebellion. I don't want all this hunting to go to waste- it'll be fun to tear the food apart and have a decent meal. I think we eat less in a day than a fancy resturant gives on their entrées!", he mumbled, rushing out into the open, into the forest. The smell of prey barely hung in the air- the Bloodclanners had already scavenged up some food for themselves recently, but if they went a bit deeper, they were bound to find a bit of prey somewhere.

As Poisonpaw quickly smelled prey, Mentalpaw's mind wandered- He knew now what they were to do. If nobody agreed, he would go on his own, but preferably two of them were going to do his plan. They were going to steal freshkill. Nevermind- only a madman would think that up, let alone AGREE to do it, risking certain death and public torture. No, he would go on his own- woe Poisonpaw if she followed him. After they caught a bit of a moderate-sized freshkill-pile, they would move on to a different section, which was where he would leave the group. Sniffing, he caught scent of a bird- it smelled pitiful, young, and was letting out a slightly strange noise. Glancing around the corner, he spotted a baby bird, rather meaty, chirping pitifully with a wing lagging on the ground. Of course, he quickly ended its life before anything else could, digging a small hole and burying it for later, leaving a pile of moist soil on top.

After catching a scrawny mouse and a squirrel who seemed to be missing an eye, he noticed something- there was something Bloodclan had set upon the forest, and now everything seemed to have a horrible haze over it. It affected the spirits of the Thunderclanners, lowering them, as it brightened the spirits of Bloodclanners. It affected the prey, too- the Bloodclan arrival somehow made the forest seem less rich, as if it were covered in tar and bathed in smoke, with blood splattering dead trees.

Ooc. WUT. I WANT ORIGINAL POISONPAW!!!

The Thunderclan apprentice sat, watching, eyes cold like stones. He felt no pity, no defeat, just emptiness stretching, stretching forever, trying to engulf him in the crashing waves of nothingness. Poisonpaw's heart, being ripped out- right. in. front of. his. fucking. eyes. Every word he tried to spit out came out as nothing, every challenge, insult, and cry of anguish. Gore was nothing to him, but gore happening to Poisonpaw made him nothing. The heart of his beloved Poisonpaw would probably become a trophy of sorts for the bitchy Risencorpse, the heart of the apprentice he had never gotten to tell he loved- andnow there was no way he could. Everything crumbled on the inside- the barriers he held up, trying to make himself a better cat, trying to stop himself from becoming a guilt-free mindless killer, the secrecy he had, the memories he kept- it was all for nothing, in the long run. They had actually taken everything now- his home had been taken, but there was still a fight to be won in his heart, because of Poisonpaw. The fight had ceased to exist the moment he saw the claws plunge into her. It was far too much damage for his take away another's wounds to heal- she was too far gone- but there was no possible way she had vanished, leaving everyone behind in this sick world. He could have arrived sooner, he could have calmed her, prevented this, but he couldn't now. Not a single tear formed in the stone-faced Mentalpaw's eyes, but a promise to be kept with his brother echoed in his head- If a single claw is laid on Poisonpaw, no matter how much you mean to me, I will kill you and every other Bloodclanner.. Fuck innocent. Merely being in that wretched clan earned them death in his opinion.

Ooc. Posted there. Seriously crying for Mentalpaw right now.

"Yeah, that's exactly what we were gonna do, but we were all gonna possess a new body first so the Bloodclanners can't truly kill us."

Realization hit like a bullet in his head, finally- Risencorpse. He did this, he murdered the one cat who actually mattered- like killing a unicorn, he had taken the life of something so pure, or at least, oblivious to the horrible, life-shattering, reality-breaking things around her. It was almost hell-summoning. In fact, the paralyzed apprentice expected a large, black hole, filled with fire and black mist, to swallow the bastard up whole. When it didn't happen, he finally managed to spit something out. "Y-Y-YOU? H-HATING T-TO BE A BA-BASTARD?! Y-Y-YOU CO-COULDN'T HAVE ENJOYED A-ANYTHING M-MORE IN YOUR LIFE, OBVIOUSLY! J-JUST LIKE ANY O-OTHER B-BLOODCLA-CLANNER ON THIS FUCKING P-PLANET, Y-YOU DON'T GIVE A S-SHIT WHAT HAPPENS- A-AS LONG AS Y-YOU KILL SO-SOMEONE, IT'S ALL F-FUCKING FINE AND DANDY!" He glared up at the 'leader', showing about as much respect as a king to his peasants. Fuck death, fuck life, fuck everything- the dead come back just to kill themselves, and the living kill themselves just to become dead.

[Ooc. I am, unless you or Poisonpaw want to

Stopped crying now

Does anyone know who you need to ask to get your thread stickied?]

But Fragiledust's a HP. I think we might need a HP to host it for it to sticky, or we just look like a bunch of idiots.

Mentalpaw backed off, still glaring at Risencorpse- he would like to be dead now, but the second he died Poisonpaw would probably come up to him and spirit-punch him for being an idiot. Sickening, very sickening to know what the douche would do to his Poisonpaw's heart- Mentalpaw would take it, and he would give it a proper burial, no matter if he had the body or not. He would have a small group rebellion, too- not just the three..... two. There were only two left in the Misfit Rebels. Castingpaw and him. Salemkit was captured, and Poisonpaw was murdered right in front of his face.The siamese cat's ear drooped, paying no heed to the newcomer, even though it was actually Poisonpaw. There was only one thing he would do immediately- go to the Knight's Alley, down far from the moonstone.

[color=red][size=8]Mentalpaw, however, had heat vision, and saw the whole thing. He flung himself at Serpentine, claws unstretched. They, out of all of the non-HPs, probably made the most stupid ideas against Bloodclan so far. It seemed rebelling was a punishable crime, but when Bloodclan was driven off, not rebelling when you should have would probably be a punishable crime- not nearly the same meaning as Bloodclan punishing. Cold, yellow optics locked on Serpentine, he aimed to claw at the Bloodclan leader's outstretched paw, not trying to battle, but merely trying to make him pull his paws back.

Ooc. This is actually the biggest take-over I've seen. The numbers are actually going down in Thunderclan. I don't know why, but that really surprises me.

Also, yeah, just jump in. (whispers to Poisonpaw- we should recruit some peeps into the Misfit Rebels caps letters make it more official)

Who drew your epic pictures Serpentine? Gonna cry, it's so much better than what I could ever draw EVER

Ooc. FRIGGIN FRACKING I TRIED TO SEND MY MANIPULATE STUFF FROM MY MAIN ACCOUNT TO THIS ACCOUNT, BUT I FORGOT TO PUT IN A NAME AND NOW I SENT IT TO NOBODY

Misfit Rebels group #THEEPICMENTALPAWFANCLUB #TheMisfitRebels

Ooc. Ok, sendin you the link to Knights Alley thread in pm, then. (Poisonpaw must follow him or it won't be fun.)

OK PRIVATE PLOTTY THREAD CUZ WE FLOOD THREADS AN WE KNOW IT xD

Ok, it wasn't exactly a hell, but it sure as fuck wasn't heaven. The siamese cat apprentice knew the trail by heart- through a misty bog, past Demon's Path, which was full of dead spirits who were spending some time out of Knight's Alley because they felt the need to feel the outside air they once felt, and then Demon's Path led right into the castle. The first hallways to the left led to the main corridor- the hallways was Knight's Alley, where Undead Knights roamed, and the corridor was Knight's Edge, a place where space and time was ripped, allowing an opening in the world of the dead and the living- it was quite hard to understand. The Undead Knights were in the place of the dead, though the rip of space made them able to roam freely on earth. If a living cat stayed there too long, and they weren't an Undead Knights messenger, as Mentalpaw was, they would get stuck in a rift, eternally trapped in death and life, unable to escape, to die, though they were halfway dead. The living couldn't truly ever understand a place where life and death live as each other, though Mentalpaw understood it perfectly. He had already gone through the swamp, and was padding along Demon's Path, where if a demon snickered, he could merely look at them and they would bow. They snickered, attacked, and catapulted at normal clanners, though all respect was given to an Undead Knights messenger. It was as the world should be- everyone bowing as he passed, no longer able to laugh at him, or call him a useless piece or shit, or anything the Bloodclanners, and even a few Thunderclanners, did. He padded through, making his way towards the castle.

"I think it would all be easier if Serpentine didn't have Ferdinand kissing his ass the whole time. It was an obvious solution to kill Serpentine, which many of us have tried to do, but Ferdinand doesn't let his leader fight his own battles, even with apprentices.", Mentalpaw spat. Seriously, if they thought they were 'oh so strong', why did Ferdinand always have to fight for his leader, especially when Serpentine has actually challenged someone?

Yay! Even though he has heat vision, so he can see her xD