Posts by Dirges of Dying Enemies

Ooh, a fancy name. "Ello, Jace," said Dirges. "I'm Dirges of Dying Enemies, and I'm the Ward of the Tribe of Forgotten Souls."

Dirges looked up. His smile vanished immediately at the sight of Shadow.
"I'd like you to keep your disgusting nose out of this," he snarled. "I'll do what I want, thank you very much. What, do you think I'll kill this kit?" He asked with a sneer. "News flash, dearie, I'm not making any sacrifices."

"You river cats don't know much, do you," muttered Dirges, trailing a paw in the water. "My name is Dirges of Dying Enemies. I'm the Ward of the Tribe of Forgotten Souls. What do you call yourself?"

Aanndd Dirges was exploring. Since his Surgeons were too *ed up to scout the territory.
His dark eyes narrowed at the sight of the komodo dragon. Curious, he padded over.

Huh. What was up with her?
Dismissing thoughts of a public execution or exile, Dirges let out a smile.
"Don't worry, dearest!" he called. "Let's see what your position has to say about that, eh? You're on probation, darling!"

Dirges licked his lips.
"Mmm, ya know what?" he said. "You stay. All of you stay. I'll think about what to do with all of you. In the meantime, I want my sacrifices! The gods don't wait!"

Dirges rolled his eyes. Whatever. Shadow was a good Psychologist; it would be a shame if she left.

Edit: Plotting thread is up! http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1655459.new#new

Hello and welcome to the plotting thread for the Tribe of Forgotten Souls!
The actual Tribe can be found here.

Plot away! :)

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//edited the first post with new info

Dirges yawned. "Probation...yeeeuuuppp."
Waving his tail lazily, he padded up the stairs to his room.

Halfway to his room, Dirges stopped.
"Kehehe, maybe I should check on Shadow," he said to himself.
He padded back down the stairs and stopped at Shadow's room.
"Mmm, sounds like she's conversing with the gods," he continued. Hahaha, Shadow was a very good Psychologist.

Ooh, and it sounded like drama was unfolding. Curious, Dirges sat down, his tail curled around his paws.

"Nah, we're not that big," admitted Dirges. "Still, I believe that we're pretty badass. How's BloodClan?"

Dirges straightened up, removing his paw from the water. Perhaps River Cat didn't appreciate his presence.
"How old are you, Streetpaw?" he asked.

//yup cx

Dirges' ears pricked up. I love Dirges.... surely she didn't mean him? Nevertheless, the dark tom remained where he was, motionless as he listened to Shadow.

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Bloody, deadly, fun. That was how Dirges thought of the Tribe.
"Hahaha, I betcha love the fun part," he said. He sure did. As well as the bloody part.

Dirges nodded. "Mmmhmm. The Tribe's sort of like that as well. When they aren't *ing about the captures, that is."

"Seven moons?" Dirges repeated as a grin curled across his maw. "Ooh, you're such a big boy then, Streetpaw. What do big boys like you do? Mmm??"

Mmm, maybe he should go check on her. Make sure she wasn't fooling around with her life.
"Shadow?" mewed Dirges. "Shadow, darling, you in there?"