Posts by Symmetry

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

He hadn't really thought about it much, but Bloodclan was offering him a lot when it came to new things. They probably didn't realize or understand it because he just hardly had himself, but when you spent your existance seeing and doing things one way, it was like living a new life to flip that all upside down. And that's what Damians life had become. From the type of territory he lived in now -which had gone from narrow allyways and tall skyscrapers to open skies overhead and dirt underfoot- to the things he smelled and saw on a day to day basis, everything was the opposite of what it had once been. Instead of loud traffic, streets crowded with two legs, and cats that saw only enemies in each other he was now in a completely different world, one where there were only other cats everywhere you looked and they were all working together, a wild community of Rogues that reveled in the power they could only have thanks to the others around them. It was something he'd been adjusting too over the last several days, and he'd been getting used to it, adapting to it as if he'd been born a soldier instead of a stray.

But here today he found something new being shown to him, or was it something very old- so old, in fact, that he'd forgotten it? There were vague memories of a time that seemed a lifetime ago, of a shecat who was cold and distant and who pushed him to the very edge of what he thought he could handle. She'd been cruel, had made him cruel, but he'd grown strong and capable, could remember the feeling that woul stir in his chest whenever she broke that streak to look at him warmly, the approval plain on her face. But he barely remembered his mothers face now, had been living in the present for so long that the past had become blurry to him. But he could recall the name of that feeling.

Encouragement.

The day he'd gone out on his own was the day he'd stopped getting it- at least, from the rest of the world. He encouraged himself in great quantities and had never though that he was lacking in it before. But this was the new/old kind of encouragement, something he couldn't give to himself because it could only come from another. Approval was another word for it, something that spawned a feeling that made you want to do even more to get another taste. It was hard to explain. Damian knew that he was clever and cunning, that he had ambitious by the boatload, but to have someone else say it was a different kind of satisfying. And Caledon was the first person aside from his mother to give it, though it came at far less of a price as his mothers had.

"Thank you, sir. I'll make sure everything goes off smoothly. By the time I'm finished the others will have no doubts over which clan is to be feared above the rest. "

As he went on to mention that he was a family man Damian would smirk and nod in understanding. "I know I'm newer to the group, but I'd be happy to take on any extra work that might free up more time from you. Clan-life is agreeing with me and I want to prove myself to the other members as soon as possible. My name's Damian, by the way."

Though he partially expected that Caledon knew that. Word had to spread quickly to Leader most likely.

"On the note of Darkclan, might I suggest something special for them- with your approval, of course? My capture contest will do well putting the other clans in their place and I could offer normal points for the warriors that are captured, but with your approval I could offer double the bounty on any Darkclan kits. Not to be harmed, of course, but won over. Darkclans children will grow into their next generation of warriors against us. If we can raise those kits as our own not only would we increase our numbers while stagnating theirs, but the Darkclanners would be hesitant to fight their former offspring, giving us a tactical advantage over them in future fights. "

Was it a bit daring to venture that far? Perhaps, but Damian had always been a risk taker. "If the plan is to bring Darkclan to it's knees then it would almost be a mercy to take their kits before we do it. You seemed to show a lot of passion for children at the last meeting, so it might be an interesting alternative to losing some of them in the war."

Kits would be too young to remember Bloodclan as enemies if they went for the younger ones, and they'd adapt to Bloodclan life if they put them with surrogates and treated them like family. And they'd never believe the enemy if they tried to tell them they were kitnapped long ago.

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

Swapping off questions for answers? That sounded fair. sort of like a game. He wasn't sure why Wolfgang was so curious about him, but whatever. "Sounds like a plan." the tom confirmed as he continued on, ears angling toward the scarred tom to catch his first question. It was an easy enough question, and he didn't have to put too much thought into it before answering. "The two leg city. I was born there in an area they call 'Downtown'. There were a ton of others cats there but it was nothing like this place- none of them really interacted with each other. Everyone was always in competitions, so it was easier not to make friends I guess." replied Damian with a shrug.

Now it was his turn, he supposed? He had a lot of questions but wasn't sure how to rank them when it came to importance, so in the end he decided to just blurt out whatever he wanted in any random order and hopefully Wolfgang woul think there was a method to the madness.

"How long has Caledon been leading?"

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

"And where did Blahk find ya?" came the masculine yet youthful voice of Damian as he made his way over, steps alive with that vigorous energy that he always seemed to be in possession of. Golden eyes scanned over the newcomer as he came to a stop beside Wolfgang. The pair smelled of the two leg city, and he wondered if this shecat was anyone he had ever met in passing if she was indeed from the city that Damian had come from. The large, battlescarred tomcat would wait for her answers, and would do his best to hopefully not forget.

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

"Well, look who's on the wrong side of the tracks." sneered Damian as he lept out onto the path in front of the Darkclanner, the large toms fur bristling and claws flexing in anticipation. "Your a bit far from home, Darkclanner. I'd suggest you turn tail and run back the way you came." warned the tom, though he didn't hesitate in springing forward to swing heavily at the other toms head in warning, claws unsheathed and looking to catch an ear and rip it.

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

He was lucky for Waspwings arrival, because Damian wasn't so easily won over by the cries of children. As his claws hit open air he was fully preparing to swing again when the shecats yowl came from farther down the tunnel, and had she not been Caledons mate he might not have hesitated and lowered his weapons. Golden eyes shiften to land on the Darkerclanner, and he rolled his eyes as he heard his words. "It's called a metaphor, mousebrain." Obviously there were no tracks in the sewers- were forest cats just lacking in the brains department? Must be, because even Bloodclan had taken a raiding party to retrieve their young.

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

He was pleased that Caledon had okayed this little request. Damian was an abitious young warrior and he enjoyed keeping himself and other busy. Apparently he had a strategists mind as well, because he had a number of useful ideas he planned to be launching over the next several weeks. The first of the bunch was the capture contest.

"Bloodclanners, gather round to sign up for the a Capture Contest! Cool prizes go out to the winners, so if your looking to boost your status in the clan then get your tails over here!" yowled the large battlescarred tom, golden eyes bright as he took a seat atop the red and white car that was his den.

"Caledon wants Bloodclan to be the most feared clan in the area, so it's time to remind the other groups of just whose holding the cards in this game! Skyclan, Shadowclan, and the Tribe are all fair game! Whoever racks up the most points will be crowned the current Capture Champion and will be awarded those cool prizes I mentioned before. So state your intent to participate then go out there and spread some chaos."

OOC:// Okay! So to help strike the fear of Bloodclan into the other groups, Caledon has okayed a Capture Contest! The rules are simple- capture as many cats as you can to be the winner! But make sure you follow the rules that are posted below!

RULES

- Skyclan, The Tribe, and Shadowclan cats only!

- No kits!

- To redeem points for your capture you must post the links to two threads, the first being the disapearence thread in the victims clan and the second being their capture thread in Bloodclan. You may claim a spot below to keep all these threads in so they can be neatly totalled at the end of the contest.

SCORING SYSTEM

- Apprentices are 2 points

-Regular Warriors are 5 points

- Senior Warriors are 8 points

- Leaders are 12 points

CONTEST ENDS APRIL 16TH!

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

Making his way over with a look of curiosity on his features, the large tom would send a glance toward Wasp. "I didn't know you were a healer." he noted as he shifted his gaze down to the many supplies piled around them. "That's pretty cool. I never saw too many city cats that knew stuff about this kind of stuff. Is that like, an official rank here?"

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

"So are these brats fair game, or what?" Damian asked as he padded over, tail high and golden eyes gleaming. The young tomcat hadn't been hit by anything but he was more than happy to put the fear of god in these apprentices- after all, if they wanted to act like tough guys it was only fair that they know what kind of consequences those actions held. He wouldn't seriously hurt them, of course, they were just kids, but he wouldn't lie by saying it wouldn't be fun to send them off with their tails tucked like a couple of mutts. Since Waspwing was present and had intervened in his last attempt to have a bit of fun he figured he'd might as well ask- not out of spite, but just because it would cause less problems.

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

Damian was next to arrive, out of breath from sprinting full speed after seeing what had happened. He'd originally come from this city and from time to time he'd wander back to fuck with cats he used to know or to steal good bits of two leg food, and he'd been an unfortunate witniss to what had happened. While the black and white tom didn't have very many solid emotional connections to anyone, Canary was a face he'd long since gotten used to, had been the first to greet him when he'd joined. The idea of the naive, good natured kid not being around anymore wasn't really one he liked, and so he'd been quick to make his way over to try and help. "Wasp, if you need anything let me know." he called as he fell into step beside her, golden eyes looking over the kit in her jaws and frowning at the crack in Canarys skull. "Hey, Canary, stay awake okay bud? Who'd you see?" Damian asked, the words directed at the kit to try and keep them conscious.

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

OOC// Sorry for my inactivty recently, I was really busy this month. To explain Damian being missing I'm just going to pretend to Darkclan NPC's had him held captive :)

Man, that had been one hell of a couple weeks. And the clans tried to say that Bloodclan was the only group of violent jerks around here. After two weeks or so of being gone, Damian had finally returned to the junkyard, but he wasn't exactly in the shape he'd been in when he'd first left. The large young tom had been caught by himself out beyond Bloodclans Territory when he'd found himself confronted by two equally large Darkclan toms. After a nasty fight he ended up knocked out and dragged back to some damn holding area where they basically kept him prisoner. And they'd done a good job keeping him there, only they didn't account for one thing; Damian wasn't a forest cat.

And so while the pair of Darkclanners were rough and unkind to him because Damian was no angel, they lacked a very important trait that he himself possesed: a complete lack of regret. Of sympathy. He doubted that either of the toms who'd captured him had ever truly taken a life before. Did they know what it felt like to crush another cats windpipe as it thrashed beneath you? Because Damian did. And it didn't make his stomach twist in revolt or disgust. It didn't haunt his dreams at night.

And so, it had really only been a matter of time before the youthful warrior managed his escape. All it took was a bit of time for them to slip up, to turn their backs on him. He'd painted that cavern red with them, paid them back tweantyfold for what they'd done to him. Damian wasn't an overly cruel person, or at least that what he liked to think. He was capable of great violence without showing remorse, and yeah, he liked getting back at someone just as much as the next guy, but he wasn't going to torture a kit or dissect his food for fun. He wasn't fucking i]crazy[/i], after all.

Now he was home, though, and he had to admit it felt kind of sweet to say so. Home had always meant something else to him, associated with a dingy alleyway and quiet, lonely days where he had to go looking for trouble just to interact with someone. The junkyard around him was familiar now, the dirt ground and the mangled piles of twisted metal and plastic. When his car came into site he couldn't help but grin, his pace picking up a bit even though it hurt his hind leg, which was carrying a light limp. He had a number of new cuts on his muscular body, many of them half healed from being earned near the beginning of his capture, though most were fresher, from the more recent fight that had earned him his freedom that morning.

Despite his sore and tired body though his mood didn't seam to be affected. He approached his car with a grin, the dusty, wheelless red car perhaps his most cherished possession. The '58 Plymouth Fury was his [i]real/i] home, the one he wanted to have, surrounded by cats he could actually fucking socialize with, and he looked forward to curling up on the torn white leather seats tonight and sleeping for 12 hours straight.

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

OOC// So sorry this took so long, I know im lame xD

As the smaller tom slipped off his back and came too, Damian watched him get to his paws. The grey spotted feline seemed a bit shaky, and he wondered momentarily if he'd clonked him on the head a bit too hard. It hadn't been his intention to i]seriously[/i] harm the guy, after all. In fact, this was more a ploy to kill his own boredom and curiosity than anything else- and that curiosity, well, you know the old saying. It would probably catch up to him one day or another, but for now he was content to play his odds. He wanted to know what it was like, to have that kind of control over another living creature, to know that it's very life may hang in the balance of the decisions he made.

”Why?” the other asked as bleary eyes gazed up at him, freezing with a surprised look that Damian was all too familiar with.

"Because if I started handing piggybacks out for free I'd have to give them to everybody." Damian teased, tone holding an 'it's sort of obvious' kind of tone. "Plus, we're here and I'm bored, so it's time to wake up." It was the more accurate of the two answers for sure.

Despite the roles they were supposed to be in- captive and captor- Damian didn't seem to be seething hostility or harboring a cruel glint in his golden gaze. In fact, it was a rather relaxed and casual demeanor he seemed to hold, as if he'd just dragged a good friend out of bed to entertain him instead of kidnapping a stranger from the border. "Your the first Windclanner I've met, what's your name?" he asked, looking the over the other shamelessly.

He'd heard that Windclanners were lean and long, not big but built for speed. This guy seemed to fit the bill, if not a bit small, but Damian had planned ahead for that. The junkyard they stood in was a maze of pathways lined with piles of twisted metal and garbage. Not only would they find it hard to reach full speed with all the debri and sharp turns, but they didn't exactly know which way was out since they'd been unconscious when he brought them in.

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

"Gee, Mr. Damien, where've you been?"

He'd just finished uncerimoniously flopping onto his pile of blankets when a familiar voice sounded outside the car. Opening his golden eyes he lifted his head to see Canary with his face against one of the windows. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of the younger boys face pressed against the glass. Canary was always infectious with his good mood, and had the black and white tom not already been in one then the site of the other cat definitely would have brought it on regardless. Damian was only 5 moons older than the apprentice, barely a warrior himself, and yet the other always insisted on calling him 'Mr'. It was kind of an ego boost, but it was also a little weird. He didn't feel old, but maybe to Canary he seemed that way because of how he'd come to join the clan. Then again, maybe Canary was just super polite. It wouldn't surprise him.

"Hey, did you have a tussle with DorkClan?" asked the carmel tom as he tumbled in through another window, prompting a soft huff of amusement from Damian as he gestured for them to climb up on the seat with him if he wanted.

b]"Yeah. They jumped me while I was out by the border, kept me in some dumb little cave out in the forest. "[/b] he said with a snort of annoyance before brightening up again. "I managed to get away, though. They aren't as smart as they like to think."

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

Damian would arrive next, taking a silent seat next to Canary before focusing his attention on Caledon. The golden-eyed enigma had been wondering where the Leader had gotten off to, since the young tom hadn't seen the other since his return from being captured by those two Darkclanners. And there was talk of a rebellion, too? Juicy. Though Damian doubted the little band of rebels would succeed given how much Caledon was loved by his people, it would be fun to try to sniff out just who was a traitor and who wasn't. City life had never offered things as exciting and unexpected as this, and the tuxedo tom had to thank the imaginary gods that a place with this kind of social living existed. [b]"Sounds good, Sir!"/b] he would call, adding his voice into to those already agreeing with the other. Damian had no reason to oppose it, after all.

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.

CUZ IM COLD ON THE INSIDE, THERE'S A DOG IN MY HEART

The truce with Windclan was new to Damian, but the gray and white feline that stalked forward to rat out Canary wasn't. The corner of his lips would tilt upwards in the beginning of a smirk as golden eyes set themselves on the form ofCloudwatcher. He'd captured the male too, though it was before the truce was ever set in place. Would he try to set the dogs on Damian as well? He hoped not, because Cloud had been a fun way to pass the time.

Luckily Caledon was willing to continue on with things, and soon Canary was proudly pledging his loyalty. Damian supposed that he would be called up there eventually to do the same, and he wondered if it was an oath he could keep. Loyalty had never been a trait that had been asked of him before. He could follow orders easily enough, and he didn't plan on trading Bloodclan in for forest or city living any time soon, but he couldn't help but feel like he lacked the devotion that was so clearly displayed in Canary. Maybe it was just because he hadn't been here as long and didn't know the people as well, but it was weird. He wasn't afraid to die here for them, doing some crazy shit. And he wouldn't regret it afterwards either, but it was hard to identify something he'd never had to feel before.

Either way, the end result was the same. Bloodclan was his home now, one he wouldn't hesitate to put all of himself into. And that was really all that mattered, right?

AND IT TELLS ME TO TEAR EVERYTHING APART.

- art by wolfgang

Clever -Social - Adaptable - Level Headed

Dominating - Possessive - Violent - Reckless

Active - Sarcastic - Ambitious - Few Morals

Will Start Fights - Will Kill - May Show Mercy

Wears a prong collar in reverse. Reinforced Claws. Covered in scars.