Posts by TheTARDISof221B

Admittedly, she had not thought that far and looked a little embarassed when Wolfgate mentioned the problem because that was plain and simpley it, a problem. Two legs, dispite their reasigned forepaws were a formidable force and were as much as a threat to their clan as an enemy group or natural disaster. Evidence of their power could be seenall over their lands, this hut for example and the ship they called home, both filled with so many differant arrays of trappings that half of them neither understood nor could use due to theeir distinct lack of height and thumbs. But this was like a portal through to their world and if they could see in then they could possible see out. What would that mean for them? Disater if they were to reveal too much in front of them. "Hummm....." She murmured in a hushed tone so that the two legged prisinors could not heard what she was going to say "I think..." There was a risk here with this suggestion because in no way was she entirely sure "if they were to escape then...then they would be no contest....they're so small after all...one good his and then they'll be no legs....I guess...Im no expert...."

There were a number of possible causes to explain what had happened to Rosencrantz ehose body continued to lay stone like on the river bank with not a twitch of a single hair or flutter of a whisker. Her short stay away from the ship had been a difficult one with sapped energy from the thunder storm she found it hard to find and gather food, after that it was hard to climb her tree, unfortunately to say she couldnt remeber alot of what had happened between certain points in the day. She would wake and randomly she found herself at the bottom of the tree which was very odd as she didnt like to sleep somewhere that wasnt safe in some way. Then in a last ditch attempt to find food before retunring to the ship and harvasting some from the stores she desided to go fishing. That, as previously mentioned had not ended well either and she was washed to the bay. Whether she had been ingured there she had not checked because she just didnt have time. She could stay arounf the ship for long she needed the cover of woodlamd to eat her food away from those who she thought aposed her still. Possibility after possibility could be listed, ranging from venimous bite to shock but over all she didnt know. How could see? She was unconcious.

With that suggestion she nodded, going to the side of the box and flicking the same switch that had brought it on before. Within a milisecond the colors, the two legs and their capative animals all seemed to sink inot the center of one single dot in the middle ofthe screen which the young Shanghai could not believe contanted each and ever two leg from all of those cells. Where did they go on the other side of the portal? Where they in the box some where? That had to be it because he woulnt have seen all of those things if they weren't actually here, they had to, that how you saw something, wasnt it? How ever thing worked in her little box, the portal had been closed now and she needed to think of something else to show them but there was so much to choose from in that lowly hut by the beach side? Where did she start? From a side board she knocked dow a little silver box no bigger then a pen case before using one digit to type as the other held the phone for her. The small silver thing did nothing until a light similar to that of the portal box " Listern..." With one more tap of the small buttons ovbiously not designed for cats a rining could be heard from some where else in the room that was hard to ignore.

It didnt feel as if her heart was contained inside herself anymore but somewhere much deeper then she could possibly imagine because it had fallen all that way at the accouncement, though she was swore like all who stood around in the group to follow the clan here, there and everywhere, a raid was not something she had ever been looking forward too. There was the option of just stealing herbs of course but to steal kits from their mothers seemed so utterly cruel and barbaric it was almost unbelieveable that their deputy would suggest doing something like that. Capturing leaders was onething, herbs and resorces enough but she had a problem with taking children from their families, no matter how old they were. To make things worse she had no idea how to fight probally so taking anything, even if it were just a piece of string would be difficult for her, never mind anyhing else. Unconciously she gavitated towrd Wolfgate, seeking the support his preasence enstalled in her now instead of her old nervousness. It was still there of course but fo those few who have proven themselves to be friends she had found that confidence grew in their comapny because she felt reassured. "Do we.....?" She hesitated, this was going to sound like the most awful question to ask ever before raid in all likelihood but she needed some confrimation "Do...Do we have to steal kits? And when we do what happen?"

It was just impossible to get her head around, the thought of raiding a sealling kit. Particularly kits more then other objects for reasons alrwady explained. She, herself had had a mostly terbulate childhood. That was an easy way to discribe it. Of course there had been momemts when she had been out of the shadows but those had been few and far between, most of the time these were points in her life when she heard the talle of the Skulls that would one day inspire her tojoin the clan of her own free will but that was her choice. Young kits would not even know what was going on. Mothers would be stripped of their child who havent even opened their eyes to look upon them yet and rember their faces. In thses cases there would be no hope of return without an attacking raid. Wolfgates confrimationly made her sink lower and shift from foot to foot in uneasy. When he continuedshe could help but look visiably shocke making the common mishap of over reacting "That wouldnt be fair...they techniqually wouldnt be betraying because they didnt choose to join the clan, they just sort of happened...They were taken from their homes and forced to grow without a mother..." sayingg it made her heart plumit into the center of the earth somewhere.it had been a long long time since she had to think about her own mother.

"No Wolfgate!" There had been a time jot so long ago when she would have not had the confidence to speak out against one of the senior leaders but now she ducked and dived in an attempt to save the phone from damage while getting hit in the face a number of times by the deputies new fethered adornments. Eventually she made it forward to the phone and put her ear to it in a demostative way "Listern...Wolfgate...Listern....This isnt making the sound...The one over there is..." It was quite clear the the albino was not that comfortable with the sound at all so thouht it best that she cease it by pressing the red hung up butron and setting it aside before curling up on the floor " It was never going to hurt you...It juat made a noise..." Maybe that was a little too mundane and patronising for the redeyed Skullmate but it needed to be siad, just incase he didnt understand.

If asked a few days ago whether her life was good or not she would have said, yes, of course it was. There was nothing here she couldnt do, fishing, hunting, climbing ...anything her mind could ocme up with she would find a way of doing in terriorties. Then she had been made a Shanghai, even better! She had power, just a little bit but still it was a symbol of all she had done during her short time in the clan and she took pride of place. Also in recent days she had found that she had more firends among her Skullmates then she had know, her mentor of course Lady Avorio, her mate Wolfgate and she also classed his apprentice Garrett as one as well because things seemed more friendly between them then she and other members of the group. But things had changed since then and she wasnt too sure, a misunderstanding on her part she had blown out of proportion but still, she was uncertai whether then was any friendship between her and anyone anymore. That day she spoted issac she was on her way to her new fishing spot had to go to the beach to find some string, she found it was easier to improve her makeshift tree top den when she had the yarn and the small canopy had opened up a gap she wanted to hold together.

During her time on Oceanus' earth Rosencrantz had never witnessed the death of another intelligent creature. She knew joining a clan meant battles and battles lead to death, possibly by her own hand if it came to defending herself but in a no way would she never feel right about killing someone that had the potential to be a friend no matter if they were currently her worst enemy. Stripping life from intelligence meant ending a story. There could be no greater wrong doing.
In all honesty she had never known Fritz as much as she would have liked, of course they bumped into each other from time to time and he was an officer to the clan but personally she had not had the chance to engage and get to know him, he was a clanmate. Of course it meant that if the opportunity ever arose she would sacrifice her life for him as she would for any of her Skullmates but if where to bring its self to the here and now then she would never know way. That in its self was a terrible injustice. She hate not getting to learn another's story before time past and it was too late. It was a rule she had lived by for many years, after all, it was the tales of the Skull clan that had brought her to her home after all.
When the tragedy occurred she too had been padding alone through the forest looking for a small snack of wood mouse or shrew to prey upon. It was only by chance that she had been thinking about her relationships with her fellows and realized she hardly knew more then Wolfgate, Garrett and Lady Avorio by the lives they had lead, even the three she had befriend seemed to be still quite mysterious when it came to their pasts. This, she decided, had to change and when she spied Fritz on the path ahead it was the perfect opportunity to put into operation her plan to learn more. So she was bounding forward at a rate of knots but he was quite some distance away.
Then it happened.
From the bushes burst a rogue not too dissimilar in color from herself. In confusion she stopped and stared. What was his intention? It became clear in a millisecond. But by then it was too late. The officer's throat had been cut open with one rugged slash of a paw.
The next occurrence was so unlike her but it was like her body had remembered that she had sworn allegiance and loyalty to her people even in the face of danger. the assailant was tremendously formidable. She had nothing with which to fight or back herself up with. Her physicality was neither the strongest or the biggest. In essence them most unintimidating feline for miles around. But after the alien she ran. And ran. And ran. Swiftly until close. Then her paw rose and struck the flank of the foreigner, spilling blood onto her paw. This was as much as she could do to avenge though because so she found herself in the dirt after tripping n some cursed rock.
Pause was sort lived. She could give herself only a flash of rest before pounding back to Fritz who she only thought had been injured in the scrap that had left small parts of white fur around the body. To her horror she had been totally wrong. Crimson had flooded the forest path like a pool. His last breath still caught in his throat and eyes once bright faded now as being escaped. "Oh Oceanus...." A small, kit like whimper came from trembling lips as she crouched, laying in the pool of scarlet with out care for what it would do to her fur. She could have run back to the ship. Got James. Fetched Wolfgate. Anyone that might have helped but she knew it was too late. Officer Fritz of the Skulls Clan had died and there was nothing she or anyone else could have done to stop it.
Instead the Scottish Fold desided to protect the body from birds of pray. Though all of her time of contemplation ahd been spent with tears in her eyes and a heavy heart. Unable to stop the replay in her head of Fritz last moments and the thought of how horribly butchered he had been. He didn't even get to say goodbye to his friends.
It was as she stood to call any other clan members that might have been in the forest to help that her tumble over the rock had marked her with a cut that might not have been noticed under all of the blood covering her if it hadn't stung while she leaned on her forepaws. Her needs were not as important as the dead's and in a shaking scream of desperation she gave the loudest cry she was capable of making "HEELLPPP PLLEEASSEEE!!! HELP!!!!"
Then, looking back once more. Everything added up. The blood matting her body. The white fur. Her injury. This didn't looked like it had been done by a rogues paw even if she knew the truth. Everything pointed at her.

He was right, there was no answer from the snow shimmered femme because she didn't hear him across the beach probably because she wasn't really listening for any interaction from any of her clan mates. Not even those who didn't really know her or had been involved in the misunderstanding that had taken place in the quarters of the ship a night or two ago. If she had heard however she may well have stopped and approached the otter, finding out about new people was something that she was very keep to do. Stories were very important to her and she just wanted to know everybodys!

Collecting herbs did sound an awful lot better then watching a mothers reaction as her kit was forced away from her and taken, never to be seen again to a territory they would have to connections to. That was still a horrifying thought and maybe if she joined James she might end up actually helping some one instead of hurting. "I'll help you James..." She announced, crossing the prow to stand beside the apothecary though still looking to Wolfgate just to make sure that her discomfort with the whole raid was recognized just in case there was any question as to why she was hesitant to do anything more then pick leaves when it came to the actual attack. The herbs after all might be needed by those who were willing to fight, there were surely to be those who would be injured and would need attending to. Maybe she would be able to help with that too, that would be good. As long as she didn't need to get her claws out, she would be fine.

"No..." Maybe her voice came across a little more shakily and nervous then it was supposed to but that was because her whole body was trembling frantically as she stood over the body of the officer, she was a shy and timid character anyway but this was something bigger then had ever come before. She had been found red furred at the scene of the murder after not being seen upon the ship for many days, in fact she had left in a distort demeanor after a misunderstanding with some of the others that her ever twisting mind blew out of proportion. That was not going to go well with her defense either. She looked down at Fritz again though there was something inside of her that was telling him to run, get away from this place so that she would not have to stay a face what she had witnessed any longer.
What if she had done it? Oh Oceanus...What was the likelihood of a rogue pouncing from the bushes just as Fritz was passing and for no particular reason striking him down, killing him with a brutal blow that could have been inflicted by a savage bear or another unintelligible being that ran through these woods.
The answer was a harsh truth. As far as she knew there had not been an attack like this for years. If ever. Why should it happen now? She had been blinded by guilt, was is possible that it had clouded her judgement as well? But she wasn't a murderer, she didn't understand. "I'm sorry..." She said inaudibly, looking up at the the apothecary as she stood uneasily but in truth she didn't know what she was doing. What was happening . Who she was. Clan mate or killer? Loyal or traitor?

Well, Rosencrantz had never really realized that Issac had multiple possession so at first to see the America Eskimo digging in the sand with out ever being see around the territories before was a little bit alarming. Although saying that the last time she had had to confront a newcomer, it turned out to be Wolfgate and she ended up just being a little bit embarrassed so this time she held the idea in the back of her mind that there was a small possibility that if he had made it this far into the dominated lands that he might already have some clearance. But who? There were plenty of newcomers that had not been about for a while, they had clearance...Issac...she hadn't seen him in a while...The otter had been very obvious in amongst the hounds and felines that's why it was so easy to notice when he wasn't around. Maybe, just maybe this was him. "Issac?" She asked cautiously and in her normal shy manner as she approached the edge of the ditch he had been digging.

There was a strong power in her that suppressed the urge to laugh in expense of the albino because she knew better then that then, she was still quite weary of him despite what had happened over the last few hours while they went out exploring. She had learned though that he wasn't as grumpy and as bigger stalwart as she had thought and there was a possibility in the future that they could be, dare she say it, friends. If that was going to happen it was a long way off but still, it was there. "Sorry...Wolfgate..." She said apologetically as her head lowered in a guilty fashion. Maybe loud noises weren't his favorite, they certainly weren't hers either, especially when they had been created by two legs but there was so many different things in here that she wanted to show them all off to the little group that had join her. The moment was awkward and for a few minutes nothing was said or nobody moved until Rosencrantz remembered something "Oh! Does anyone know what these do?" Her voice her excited tones in it as she padded away to a large cupboard door which she opened to revel a number of large wooden boards which had quite clearly been carved for a purpose because they had a little fin on the back.

Wolfgate. Oh Oceanus. Wolfgate. This would not end well. All she needed to hear was the pounding of paws against the dust track to know who it was because each clan mate had their own distinctive padding style that in her boredom she had learned one day but that didn't matter now because she knew he was coming. She did have may friends in the clan but there had been a few that had taken her under their wings and had become what she liked to think of as friends. If he thought she was the murderer then that would break her heart because it would stick in her mind and would never be able to change it even if it was proved incorrect. It had happened before, taken things too heavily, that's why she was here after all, that's why she had found him first.
To see his face when he saw Fritz, it was so difficult not to run away into the forest even with her bad shoulder so that she would could escape the truth she was slowly coming to believe. The whole incident the rogue was just something she had made up in the split second she had had to think. An alibi. But it wasn't even fooling herself now, how could make the others believe it? Of course she was totally wrong but what she had seen her mind was trying to forget because it was too painful to keep in her head, too terrible to be kept on the inevitable loop they would spin on forever. Maybe convincing herself that she had killed him was easier. How she didn't know. She didn't know anything anymore. What did she do.
The albino had her pinned down, her head falling back into the dirt as a crimson cover face looked up into scarlet eyes with a slight wince at her wound being stretched and gridded into the earth.
To his question she could only construct one answer because her mind was just a mix. A blur. A whirl wind of thoughts. No, a tornado. The events of the past few minutes where destroying all she knew. Scatting it so the fragments piled in one impossible jumble through which nothing could be found intact.
"I don't know...Wolfgate...I'm sorry..." Tears of desperation for forgiveness rolled down as her body, that couldn't make the words speak well, tremblied beneath her friends paws, what did he think of her now? "I'm sorry..."

She couldnt even bare to sit up or to look into his eyes with anything more then a feeling of utter guilt. If she hadnt done it, why would she feel such a way? Inncocence didnt feel bad, not like this. She must have killed him, there was no other explination. Never the less this was not a time for definace or telling Wolfgate that he was wrong, that there only one truth and that was that she had killed him but never the less she still had two mind that were pulling her left and right in an endless tug-of-war. "I..." A cowardace Rosencrantz uttered in a trembling and fearful way. What would they do to her if she was truly guilty? Capatail punishment was set into the rules as usuable but would this be the sort of crime they would use it for? Was she condemed to die? A life for a life. It would seem fitting. "I...Remeber two things..." It was even harder to continue after the pause as all eyes had turned to focus on her quivering form as she was torrmented by their violent glares that bayed revenage for the kill of their dear friend. "Two truths....I don't know which is which...."
They would have had every right to have tourtued the life out of her until she fessed up even if she handt commited the act of genocide, in the hold of the first mates sight it was easy to tell that he was thinking about it and if he were to believe that she had then he was sure to strike her but she knew that dweeling on that in her moment of desperation would only mean mistakes and mistakes could cost her her life. "The...first...They're both a little sketchy but....the first...I see myself killing him, my paw on his throat, the blood pouring out onto it...it was for of warm...it didnt feel like water, it was thicker...it washed over me...in his struggle he pulled out some my fur and struck my shoulder but...he was soon dead....just like that..." Looking around everything seemed to feel more real but her mind remebered was a remix of what had really happened, sights seen in the wrong order, feelings nonas they seemed. Nothing seemed as it was an more.
Stutters came from her mouth as she tried to begin her second narative but failed on account of the adrenline being pumped at the speed of light around her body so the shaking was foroshous, unnatual even but it kept her from feeling the pain of the wound. Maybe it was reliefing her guilt as well and soothing her it didnt feel as if she had killed another. Again that would make perfect sence. "The other...." Her voice smaller and shyer the normL, just like her last attempt at telling Wolfgate what had happened to Fritz "I...Saw a rogue come from the bushes and he hit him at the throat...then...he died..."

Words. Words. Lots of wos. Everyone liked them. Everything seemed to be striping back to it bar miniual inside Rosencrantz'brain and at firstshe did not here the albino's conclusion and found it hard to keep anything down in her head for too long. It was like some crazy carosel that span out of control through her head, everything she ever knew was on it and all of this flashed before her eyes so she caught a glimpse of it at before it disappeared into somewhere she could not reach or make use of the information. Quite clearly the focus had shifted from her because the weight of their eyes seemed to be raised off her shoulders, there was something though, muscle memory prehaps that wasnt keen to let her forget it so herbody remained tense there in front of them, her shaking no seasing for one moment. Among the faces of her living clan mates she could see only the sorrow of death, guilt to some degree and anxt at the loss of a dear friend and fellow. There was nothing anything could do for him now bar keep the deads dignity but if any of them had had the oppotunity, including Rosencrantz, to go back and do something more to spare his life then they would have. None of them would be loyal members of the Skulls if they hadnt, thats what clans did looked out for each other, the baseis for everything they did.
Dispite all of this the re was an unignorable pain on her right shoulder that had been streched when she was pinned by Wolfgate and filled with dust from the track that clung to the whole of her blood covered side. This though was not the time fornasking for help, or alerting them to the fact that she was feeling rather tipsy and dizzy. That would only makw thing worse, let them moarn for just now. They wouldnt want to help her anyway, that was still a surity, they still loathed her. So casually and without saying a word the albino started to trot off along the track with destination unknown, even if she did know she was limping terribly and couldnt walk in a straight line because of her hazy head. Certainly it would be a very long time before she wouldnbe able to think straight after witnessing such a traumatic sence, even know she was exprensing the mismatch of verisons and trying to peice toghter it all for herself. She was failing misrably but that wasnt the worst of her worry just now. Time for a spot of hunting sje thought.

Rosencrantz also found herself approching the clouded leapord with thewonder as to what her intentions were by drawing all of these markings into the ground. Of course it was a game, naughts and crosses she suspected but that normally called for two people,not just the one. Besides, she didnt seem to be getting any where either, all the games she witnessed seemed to end in a stalemate draw. How annoying. Even if she knew the outcome. Never the less she crossed the sands and by her stood, looking down upon the current game that saw naughts with a chance of winning if they could construct the parrell line that fed across the grid. She pondered this, how bored must people have gotten before they played this sort of game? Did they have an alternative? Were they too busy? What ever the anwser was she was glad they had desided to create it as the game was one of her favorites, espcally when she had a good formidable opponant on the oyher side to her. "Mmm...May I join you in a game?" The Shanghai asked as she sat in the sands in front of the deckhand.

Though the complement and statement had been made by Ao Shin who normally she would listen to and remember every word with out fail she really wasn't taking the fact she had witnessed Fritz's butchery, said simply, very well. In fact she was sort of staggering around the place as if she were concussed with her leg with the bad shoulder trailing as she did so. Her eyes seemed to search for something in the long grasses beside the forest track though nothing of interest was ever found. Up and down, up and down, continuously she padded up and down, up and down the bush line. If one had been close enough one might have hear her muttering meaninglessly to herself. Not even the small prey that could have been caught easily was of any matter to her, she merely with continued with no reasoning to do so. Or at least it seemed so. There was a part of her mind that made her do this so that she was distracted. If she was distracted, maybe she would feel better. Maybe she would even forget all the horror. The pain. Primarily the guilt. Everything. What was she meant to do now? Who out of those stood feet away from her on the track could say they had watched as their follow's throat had been ripped open? Though she was a Shanghai, she had very little life experience and there was nothing that could have prepared her for what she had seen and she doubt there was anything that the others could do to help her over come this. Even if there was...Would she listen? It had been know for to ignore the forgiveness of others only to drown in her own culpability and stigma, there was no question about whether it would happen again because it had already begun. She was a storm of different emotions that was destined to rage out control.

Without hesitation Rosencrantz took up the stick with a small nod of appreciation and thanks to she clouded leopard as she took her seat the the side of the grid square, assessing how this game could progress and what the best first move to make would be. Mhm, it was hard...Especially as she didn't know her opponent. Really naughts and crosses was a game of chance because of it's lack of spaces with the skill coming in with the ability to observe rather then see and predict rather then wait. To the side of her she heard her ex-mentor and seeing the bronze femme made her grin, the Lady's happiness buzzing in waves to her and she was sure the others who was in the small group on the beach sand? What on earth could content her in such a way? That was a question or later, now was the time for sport. Her circle was drawn carefully in the bottom left corner, it was no better then any of the other gaps to be fair, she just felt like placing it there.

She looked sceptically at the Lady as she watched her tickle at the sleeping great dame in the hope that the sensation might wake her from slumber but to Rosencrantz it looked kittish.
With in a second she was out in the forest searching for the biggest and thickest of feathers with which she hoped to join her ex-mentor in her attempt. After all, there was no point in growing up if you couldn't be kittsh sometimes? She couldn't help but think that sometimes, just sometimes the others needed to remembered of that fact. Not all of them, quite obviously. Lady Avorio clearly didn't, she was the one to set them up to this after all. From the bushes she bounded back, the plume protruding from her mouth as she crossed the beach to the space beside the bronze femme, passing a grin to her as she did.