Posts by Brokencub

im in love with the way he looks as a teen in my siggie lol. what kind of animal is Diana? I wanna get an idea of her size difference between her and Brokencub..

Brokencub whimpered, startled as the big female ripped open the bushes he was hiding in. "I..I-I.. I don't know.. I-I was just o-over there.. and I heard s-something.. and I found this..." He spoke, stumbling over his words, his heart thumping in his chest and pounding in his ears. He pawed at the ground nervously, staring at his paws, unable to look at her with those menacing red eyes and the sting in her words. She was quite scary now... Up close.. The little lion swallowed hard, shoving down a lump in his throat. He wasn't about to cry, but there was just a lump. Brokencub looked back up at her and peered around her shoulder to see the prisoners. Curious now he spoke once more, "Why did you tie them up?" He asked, more confidence in his voice. His haunches rose and he raised his hindquarters, standing, taking up a strong posture, his head high. Brokencub was determined to figure out what the hell this lass was doing..

I just had strawberry icecream with chocolate syrup Cx

jelly? >:DD

aww it's cute cx

Brokencub stood his ground, biting his tongue. He stared the big creature in the eye, her red eyes gleaming with bitterness, his pale yellow ones full of determination. Being his curious self he continued to speak, "How?" He asked, his claws digging into the soft earth. He held his ground, wanting to seem stronger than he looked, bigger than he really was. He didn't want to seem like a little fluffball anymore that was soft and mushy. He wanted to be strong. Cunning, menacing. Brokencub was getting a bit tired of the softness of his personality and wanted to toughen up a bit. Maybe she could help him. Just maybe. But he still wanted to know how she'd be killing these cats... He was a very nosy cub after all, and he just had to know everything that was going on, every time, every place, everywhere. Anywhere he could stick his little nose in, he wanted the info. And thus adding on, his curiosity, and his adventurous personality.

The cub was a little too curious for this and stepped forward, plopping his hindquarters down. "Well I guess you might've suggested wrong." Brokencub retorted. He looked back at the prisoners, glaring. He knew now that Di must really not like them. And he didn't think Shadowclan did either. A low growl emitted from the depths of his little chest, quite low and large for his small size. It went on for a few seconds and slowly receded, and his eyes glared with hatred as he looked upon each one. Brokenpaw now couldn't wait to see how badly Di would tear them up. Maybe he could tear one up. Yeah that'd be fun! His paws tingled with excitement, flicking an ear he bit his tongue, trying to keep his excitement down. His first victim! What loads of fun this would be. Brokencub's claws dug into the earth and he kneaded, and pulled them back in, itching for the show to begin.

omg yas!

and omg im already loving the Di x Brokencub thread rn omf Cx

Olive's cute little angel's gonna turn into a cute lil devil c:<

The cub watched, a bit of fear striking his heart, but he pushed it away. If Di had wanted to hurt him, she would've done it already. He repeated that in his head and watched with deep interest. She seemed pretty skilled, putting a paw over his mouth to muffle the cat's scream. When she spoke after the first victim had clearly passed, the cub perked his ears. "You'd let me?" He asked. Brokencub's eyes sparked with interest, his tail tip tingling with excitement. He padded forth and out of the bush, emerging from the shadows of the foliage. Brokencub stared down the Riverclanner, and the cat stared back, horror in his eyes that he, Brokencub, a little cub would be the one to murder him. How terrible. The cub's claws unsheathed and sheathed repeatedly, digging little holes into the ground. Glancing back at Di, he was unsure of how he'd want to start. He could smell the cat's fear coming off in waves, and the cat stared at the cub, twitching and struggling. A low growl emitted once more from Brokencub's chest, warning the cat. The Riverclanner calmed down some, but his eyes still gleamed with horror and practically yelling, "Please no!" and "Help me!" The cub shook his head disdainfully.

that awesome title cx

ic;

Brokencub returned from the forest, carrying a hare in his jaws. He set the hare down in the freshkill pile and shook his head; just a few sad morsels sat in the pile, but his hare was the nice, looking fat one. He thought about his foster mother; Agent Olive. He wondered how she was doing and if she was in camp at the moment. Brokencub breathed in deeply, taking in the scents of the Shadowclan camp. He smelled her. Her scent was faint, but he could tell she was here. Flicking his ears which were being disturbed by mosquitoes, he padded away from the pile, testing the air again. Olive's scent became stronger and he followed the scent to her den. He stood by the entrance and called softly to her, "Olive, you there?"

huehuehue

Brokencub grinned satanically, turning back to the Riverclanner with a demonic look in his eyes and upon his features. He noted mentally Di's suggestions and padded forth, in a stalking matter. He wanted to make it slow and painful; he paced slowly and menacingly in front of the cat. The cat stared back at him, fidgeting. "No mercy." The cub whispered. He pounced, claws unsheathing ad digging into the cat's shoulders. His hind paws reached the ground, and he kept his claws in, digging in for balance. The cat groaned in pain and the cub slowly raked down, his claws ripping through the cat's skin. At the last second, he ripped down quickly and covered her mouth as a wail of pain began escaping her throat. The scream was muffled by the cub's big paws and he growled. "Shut up or I'll make it worse. Oh wait, it's already getting worse." Brokencub snarled. Digging his claws in he yanked her maw open and she squealed slightly, startled. Reaching in he clawed at her tongue, and got a grip, ripping outwards. The scream came again and the cub discarded the detached chunk of meat and covered the cat's tongue-less mouth, snarling. "Shut. UP!" He threatened. The cat fell silent, tears in her eyes and he glanced at the remaining prisoner. He was staring, horror glazing his eyes. He fidgeted as well and turned back to the Riverclanner and then back to Di to see how she was enjoying this.

omg one day 3 AM by Eminem is gonna be his theme song ;o;

I haven't seen it ;_;

Brokencub padded in, and sat by the entry, watching her with the mossball. He felt that kitty instinct inside him and crouched playfully, his tail up and swinging from side to side. He watched the ball with determination and lunged, taking it from Olive and tumbling on the ground. He squealed excitedly, and tossed the ball up in the air and then batted it back to Olive. The little male lion was growing quickly, a tuft of mane fur growing on the back of his neck hear his shoulder blades.

what are they?

Brokencub grinned, happy that he'd pleased Diana. Turning back to the bleeding she-cat he thought about it. He still wanted to rip out an eye.. or both.. Maybe he could slash her stomach open? That would let some things loose. The cub batted her the cat's eye, his claws digging into her squishy cornea. The she-cat whined in pain rather than screaming again. He yanked his claws out, taking her eye with him. She whimpered, a string of flesh following the eye. Brokencub cringed ever so slightly as he saw the hole of darkness that followed the removal of her orb, as well as seeing the flesh that had kept it attached and still inside her. Ripping it, he tossed it aside, the squishiness of it bothering him some but he continued on, pushing the thoughts aside. Growling at her, he lunged forward, sinking his teeth into her belly. He dragged a claw along her stomach, as if performing a C-section. He dug in far as he dragged along, his teeth drawing blood. Ripping both his claw and his maw away at the same time, he tore away a chunk of her belly, spitting that out and ripping open her belly, revealing the contents of the surrounding area as well as part of her stomach. The she-cat had already passed out from all the pain and blood loss and Brokencub tackled her insides.

Diana's words only added fuel to the fire burning in his eyes and heart. The cub continued tackling the Riverclanner, taking her apart limb by limb, piece by piece. A leg dangled here and one leg was detached, she had lost both eyes now, and her belly was ripped open exposing her intestines. Brokencub lunged, attacking her jugular, blood spraying the tree and leaking down onto the forest ground, and some splattering the cub. After a while the cub stood back, admiring his evil work. Stepping close, he listened. Nothing. No sound, no movement. She was gone. He stepped back again and turned to Di, panting. He lifted a paw and shook, some loose flesh and excess blood exiting the small nooks and crannies they'd been stuck in in between the cub's paws and claws.

The cub dipped his head respectfully to Diana and turned to watch her. She turned back to him and spoke and Brokencub smiled back, mirroring her facial features. "Oh would I." He grinned. Stalking forward, he passed Diana to the other side of the cat, who now fidgeted, moaning with fear. His eyes were filled with fear and terror and as Brokencub neared him he tried to lean back, scratching at the tree. Brokencub pounced, slashing at the tom's eyes, and the cat wailed out, struggling against the ties that prevented him from escaping or moving.

yay

Brokencub smiled. "Yeah!" He thought about his whereabouts of earlier with Di but pushed the thought away because he wasn't supposed to discuss any of that. He pounced on the ball of moss and kneaded it, then tossed it back to Agent Olive. He cared about Olive very much, as if she were his own mother, happy that she'd been there for him when he needed her, just like a mother would. He did however, miss his real mother, remembering those few moments of drinking milk that he had from her before she'd passed. Brokencub crouched on the ground playfully, his hindquarters in the air, awaiting for Olive's next move with the evil mossball.

Brokencub giggled when it bounced back pouncing on it from the air. He squashed the ball but rolled it back up with ease. He played with it, rolling it along the floor to one side and back to the other, batting it with his paws as if he were playing pinball. He tossed it up in the air and leaped after it, though not too high, and batted it back to Olive.

*pops in*

I has question cx

When can Brokencub's name get changed to Brokenpaw? That's up to the leader, correct? cx

As Di worked on the tom's limb the cub went for the tom's cheek. "You're gonna love this." He growled. Taking a claw, he drew a line from the beginning of the cat's ear and all the way to his mouth, making sure it was open near the mouth some. The wound leaked blood, little beads slowly growing bigger and dripping down. The cub really wanted to attack the cat's neck, his paws itched, but he knew he had other business to do. He raked claws down the cat's belly and went for the cat's tail, yanking at it aggressively. Biting down at the base, the cub's strong teeth broke through the bone easily, detaching the tail from the body.

okay that's cool. thanks :DD

The cub lunged, aiming to finish the cat off. His teeth sank into the throat of the cat, blood squirting out of the sides of Brokencub's mouth and pulled away, taking a chunk of flesh with him, along with some of the cat's throat. It was a nasty mess. Brokencub spat out the remains and spat out some blood, making a "bleh" noise while at it. He looked up at Di, catching his breath once more. "Is there a creek or river nearby?" He asked, motioning to his bloody paws and his face was also smeared with bodily fluids.

Brokencub walked on the wooden board, following the big creature. As they got closer, he could hear the faint flow and trickle of the river. He made his way to the clearing and saw Di, and the cub rushed over to the riverbank, leaning in to wash his paws. Deciding that that wasn't the brightest of ideas, he stepped in, and continued forth until the water was up to his chest but he could still touch the ground. He watched as the water flowed, the blood and dirt seeping out of his fur behind him and filtering and separating out as it came in contact with the river water. The water was cool and relaxing and the cub sighed. He went back a little bit to shallow waters and laid down, the water running over his back and running right past his chin. "Ahh.." He sighed.

The cub shook his head. "Nah I'm good." [size=5pt](nah nah honey i'm good I can have another but I prolly shouldn't) the cub replied, pulling the ball out of the air. He was very agile and lean for his little age and after he got hold of the ball he chased it around in circles, batting it with his paw to make it move. The cub batted the ball really hard and disappeared outside of the den. "Oops." Brokencub spoke, sitting, his ears flattened, a sheepish look on his face.[/size]