Posts by hawkfur963

"These," Typhoon began, pawing at the yellow berry. "Are zen berries." Typhoon answered the young kit. "I'm not sure what their true name is, but that is what I call them." the hazel tom admitted, continuing to gather supplies. "They help with meditation by intensifying your focus and senses. We didn't have any during our trip yesterday, so maybe today's meditation will go better for you." He rolled the blue zen berry over to Fae. The yellow ones were more sour than the blue ones, so he figured Fae would prefer the blue anyways. "Take a seat on the mat and we can begin."

Distortion approached the huge pile of tires and climbed up to slide inside the entrance. She turned to face the talkative kit and snarled in annoyance. "Talking stops out here." she commanded before sliding inside the dead monster. The inside was roomy, full of cushions that have been torn open for sleeping material and pockets to store food.

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Skellig followed behind swiftly and quickly, turning to see if the kit entered behind her, then going to lay down and rest.

Distortion watched as Sam entered the monster and started to curl up by Skellig. She almost burst on laughing right there on the spot as she watched Skellig push the kit away immediately. "You obviously don't know how things work around here, do you?" She meowed with a smirk. It would take some doing to toughen this kit up. She was definitely too soft. Soft enough to be easily squished by the rouges. "You'll sleep here." She flicked her tail to an unoccupied spot across from her on another seat. Distortion leaped over and tore the cushion open, exposing the fluffy material inside that would serve as bedding. "But before that, we have to discuss another matter..." She thought about how to carry out this one. "You say your name is Sam? Well, we're gonna change that." She announced. If she was going to raise a fighter, her name wouldn't be 'Sam.'

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Skellig was enjoying her alone time, and immediately felt violated when she felt the newcomer press up against her. She immediately jumped up and wrinkled her face in disgust, pushing the kit away with her paw and returning to sleep. Next time she did that, Skellig considered slapping her across the face.

Distortion chuckled. She didn't even want to think about her father, the cat who brought that awful demon into their home. He brought her, and she was the reason they felt. She was the reason Distortion had the scar. She was the reason that Distortion changed her name too. "Think of this name change as a...welcome gift!" She meowed smoothly. "A way of welcoming you as a member of the family, and showing how brave you are!" Distortion chuckled on the inside. Kits love being called brave, so she'll eat that up. "I want you to think of the scariest and toughest name you can think of!" She instructed, trying to make her instructions more "kit-friendly."

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Skellig listened to the two cats converse and laughed at Distortion's attempts to be a mother to this kit. Hell, Distortion didn't have any parenting skills, but Skellig wasn't one to talk...err...think either. The kit was very obedient though, which was a fantastic trait to have. However, she could do without all the hyper energy. Maybe she'll just grow out of it.

Firestream was taken aback by this. She could smell all the way to Shadowclan and Thunderclan territory? I must have worse sense of smell than I thought. she thought to herself sadly. Shaking it off, she grasped the fact that Gracepaw did correctly say there was a mouse nearby. "Which way is the mouse?" she asked, narrowing down her questions.

Distortion nodded in approval. "I like it, but I think you can do better than just 'Flame.'" Distortion already had a couple names that could make the name "Flame" sound more evil. "What about 'Hellfire?'" She suggested, liking the sound of that a lot better than 'Sam.' In fact, Hellfire sounded like a name that Distortion probably would give herself.

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Skellig listened as they choose names. She remembered back in the day when her name was Dove or something dumb like that. Distortion didn't know that though. She didn't know anything about Skellig's past, considering the fact that Skellig couldn't tell her. But even if Skellig could talk, she still wouldn't tell her. Her past was her own business and no one elses.

Distortion shrugged. "Maybe just Flamescar instead of Flamescars. But I like it." she meowed casually. She personally could have done better, but Flamescar sounded better than Sam. She looked at the kit and nodded in approval. Maybe she wouldn't be too bad once they teach her to hunt and fight.

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Skellig frowned. Flamescar sounded a lot like a name that those annoying clan cats were given, but Skellig, as usual, didn't mention it. Clan cats were not the enemy, the rouges were.

Distortion was pleased. It was now Distortion, Skellig, and Flamescar. The addition to their group brings them one step closer to defeating the rouges! "Okay, Flamescar," she added emphesis on the kit's new name, almost as a way to congratulate her. "Now that we got that settled, listen up." She straightened herself up as she sat down in front of the kit, losing her happy kit-friendly voice and returning to her normal, ruthless Distortion voice. "Ever heard of the Blackheart Rouges?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. She wasn't expecting a yes, but it was worth asking.

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Skellig sat up at the mention of the rouges. She got up and padded towards Distortion and Flamescar, sitting to form a triangle formation between the three cats.

Distortion snarled at the thought of them. "They are the enemy around here. They're ruthless cats, and they'd kill you in an instant if you even gave them a funny glance!" Distortion explained, snarling as he did so. He purposely wanted to scare Flamescar, so she would hate these cats like her and Skellig did. "They prance around the city like they own the place! They are the reason Skellig can't talk anymore. They cut her tongue off themselves." She turned to Skellig, but she gave her another one of those looks, and Distortion knew that she wasn't going to show the kit. She continued. "One swipe...one swipe is all it took and now she can't talk anymore. Point is, we're sick of it. But no one in this piece of fox dung city can stick up for themselves! So that's why me and Skellig are gathering cats. Slowly, but steadily. One at a time, until we can bring them down."

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Skellig listened to Distortion's "speech of greatness" in silence. She'd heard it a million times before, but every time she heard it, she could always feel the persuasion and power in the message that she sent. She may be mouse-brained sometimes, but she sure could persuade others. When Distortion brought up Skellig losing her tongue, she clamped her mouth shut, refusing to open. No. I'm not opening my mouth for anyone anymore. she thought, trying to convey her words into a facial expression, which Distortion seemed to understand.

Distortion growled. That kind of thinking was not going to get anyone anywhere. Was Flamescar really comparing dreams to this? "Dreams have nothing to do with this." Distortion snapped. "They'd just come back anyways. You have never experienced these cats. They are fierce and bloodthirsty. We can't let them run loose in our streets!" She exclaimed, feeling a rush of power fill her.

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Skellig just sat and listened, feeling like she was losing brain cells every minute listening to this stupidity.

"That'a girl!" Distortion meowed excitingly. Flamescar would get it eventually, she just needed to learn the proper way. "Do you know anything about how to hunt?" was Distortion's second question. She was hoping that she knew something at least, but figured that the answer to this would probably be a no as well.

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Skellig went back to sleep on her bedding, trying to escape from reality.

Shadowkit could feel another kit, Silkkit, snuggling up against mother as well. She didn't bother moving over and curled up tighter so she could fall asleep.

"Good." she meowed, nodding her head. Firestream crouched down into the hunting position that her mentor showed her when she was an apprentice. "Now we are going to have to crouch down like so and inch toward the mouse slowly when we are downwind." Firestream demonstrated how to tell which way the wind was blowing by using her tail, and shuffled to the side until she was downwind of the mouse.

Casimira had just became a member of Sunclan and was now looking for where the forest cats were housed. She was having quite some trouble locating this when she bumped into a orange she-cat in front of her. "Oh! Pardon me!" she exclaimed immediately, apologizing to the cat she mindlessly ran into.

"Follow me." Firestream meowed softly. They inched side by side toward the scent of the mouse, until Firestream could see the small prey in an opening. "There it is." she meowed, looking directly at the mouse. "When the time is right, pounce on it."

Distortion grunted. "At least you know something." She meowed with a shrug. All she needs to do now is teach herself how to fight. Distortion padded toward the exit. She considered waking Skellig, since she did most of the hunting, but then discarded the idea. She couldn't talk anyways, so why bother? She turned to Flamescar. "Well come on then! Do you wanna learn how to hunt or not?" She smirked, not bothering to wait for the kit as she leaped out into the junkyard.

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Skellig lay peacefully asleep, not hearing the cats exit.

Distortion lead Flamescar to the other side of the junkyard, leaping from trashheap to trashheap. She soon located a hole in the metal fence that surrounded the area. Squeezing through, she got to the other side of the fence and after a short walk, they came to a small, overgrown suburban park.

Casimira looked around. These couldn't be it. She turned to the she-cat and meowed, "It is a pleasure to meet you Millie, but this indeed must be a joke." There was absolutely no way she would sleep in a filthy, disgusting, worn-down shed. They were low-class and certainly not what she was accustomed to. Did the forest cats have no honor? "These are nothing but revolting sheds! Where are our cots? Surely they don't expect us to lay on the disgusting floor."

Casimira dipped her head and replied, "Greetings Petalfrost! My name is Casimira. How do you do?" The snow white Persian she-cat crinkled her nose a little when she spotted the bright color of Petalfrost's pelt. Orange wasn't a pleasant color to Casimira, but it seemed to work for this cat.

Firestream applauded her apprentice's successful kill, but then tilted her head in surprise as her fur pricked up. She immediately scented the air. Like Gracepaw said, there was indeed a hint of Thunderclan scent in the air. Firestream's eyes widened in alarm. What do I do? Should I approach the scent? Maybe I could take them back to Cougarstar, but then what? But they may attack me. Maybe I should go get help? But the cat may flee before we get back. Oh dear. She ran through ideas in her head.