Posts by GRIZZLEDTOOTH'

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Six hadn't actually killed a kittypet to get this collar; he'd simply beat one within an inch of its life. He liked the idea of the kittypet stumbling back to its twolegs, barely able to stand, and dying on them due to the severity of its wounds. It wasn't a view shared by all BloodClanners - a lot of them would simply have killed the cat - but he didn't care much what the rest of BloodClan would have done.

Sauntering back to BloodClan's grimy alleyways, he headed toward the last spot he'd seen Skip, a small pink collar in his mouth. Letting it drop to the ground, he stretched and called out, "Skip?"

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]"No, I just want her to look nice when I return her to her parents," Six told Sheogorath, whiskers twitching. He toyed with the collar, spinning it over the warm concrete of the sidewalk. "As long as she can survive, I think she'll do well here, and we can always use more blood." He'd taken her hunting. He'd show her how to fight, and then he'd snag a kittypet kit for her to kill. See if she could stomach it.

Smiling coolly at Rosemary, he asked, "Jealous, Rosie? If you're extra nice, maybe I'll get you a pretty collar too." He'd seen Skip hanging out near her a few times, and because he distrusted Rose, their friendship bothered him.

Looking down at Lamb, the obsidian tom nodded once, briefly. Lamb was away from her father again? Judging by her reaction last time he'd caught her alone, Six figured Wolf wouldn't be too happy. Not his concern, though.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Although Six didn't scowl when Rose walked over, he may as well have; his face lost the lazy, sarcastic smile that he usually wore, and that was about as bad a frown for him. Despite that, he made no move to pull away. "Stole it from a kittypet," he replied flatly.

Ah, here was Skip. Six's crooked grin returned. "It wouldn't fit anyone else," he replied, although that wasn't quite true. It would probably fit Lamb as well. He pushed it toward her so that she could wriggle in, and then tapped a paw on his own tooth studded collar. "You know what you have to do to decorate it?" he asked.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Possibly, but I really don't know. Six rolled his eyes. "That's not a straight answer," he muttered, and bent to latch his jaws into her shoulder. If she didn't manage to wriggle away, he'd tighten his grip until he tasted blood while simultaneously aiming to kick her violently with one of his back legs. "I want," he gritted out, "To know every mention of BloodClan your leader has made recently."

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Pausing in his torture of the kit to watch Taboa, Six's grin widened. She seemed beautiful this way, violently destroying a family with a carefree ease. Slashing off the ears of the kitten he was holding, he dumped it to the ground. The kitten mewled in pain, weakly flopping on the ground. Six kicked it away to catch the mother.

She was bleeding profusely from her chest. Holding her down, he glanced at Taboa, olive eyes gleaming. "Thanks." Yes, she definitely had impressed him, and an endearment hung at the tip of his tongue, waiting to be spoken. He swallowed it, instead focusing on the loner. He tore into her flank, first with her claws and ripping off a chunk of flesh with his jaws, which he spat away in the general direction of one of the kits. Blood dribbled down his muzzle as he turned her and clawed out one of her eyes.

Grinning at Taboa, he motioned her over. "Join me."

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Six talked toward the group, nose twitching as he sniffed the air. The stranger stunk of twolegs, and the black tom felt his grin twisting into a smirk. Although he remained standing, eyes on Darwin, he gave the sense of relaxing, of someone lounging in the background. He wanted to watch Brick handle this. If Darwin refused the tom's offer, Six would join him in ripping the former kittypet apart.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Leaning down so that his muzzle was only centimeters from Dapplebreeze's ear, close enough that she could probably feel his breath, Six murmured, "I will steal one of your kits if you don't start knowing. I will tear of its ears and then its legs. I will rip out its tongue. If I'm feeling nice, I'll then let it crawl back to you. If I'm not, I will kill it. So tell me anything you've heard about BloodClan in the past six moons."

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Joining the rather large group, which seemed to consist mostly of kits, Six settled besides Sheogorath and Skip. His gaze lingered on Twistedkit's paw from a moment before he answered him. "It is," he told the young tom, leaning forward. "Have you heard what we do with stray kits?" He was getting tired of all the ThunderClan visitors, and was afraid that they would tempt Skip away.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Staring down at the she-cat as she sobbed pathetically, Six nodded. How could any cat be so pathetic? Jumping off of her, he aimed to kick her in the stomach. "Run back to your clan," he whispered. A smile sprung onto his maw as he added, "If I learn you left anything out, I'll return. You won't be able to protect your children." He waited, tensed in case she would take it into her mind to attack him instead of just running off, to see if she was going to add anything else, any war plans.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Leading Skip away from the group that had gathered around them, Six navigated the maze of BloodClan's streets, heading toward a trashcan filled alley. There was a large dumpster at the end of the alley, one that had once been green. The paint had chipped away in many spots, replaced by rust. Anyone who listened closely would hear the pitterpatter of tiny paws and the squeaking of rodents. There weren't very many rats here, but there were enough that it shouldn't be too difficult to find one.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]The sunwarmed alleyways of BloodClan was welcome after the shade of the forest. Six walked with his jaws clenched together, keeping any sound of escaping. One of his front legs burned; the ThunderClan queen he'd captured had bitten down on it, and while he didn't doubt that it would heal, placing too much weight on it made him want to wince.

Head held high, he headed toward the large dumpster where Sheogorath held his meetings, seeking out the leader.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Wincing as the leg she had bitten cried out in pain, Six shifted his weight. He took a heavy breath, trying to mask his pain. If she had anything else to say, the sight of him weakened might keep her from sharing it.

So it was all the clans, not just ThunderClan. That was bad news for BloodClan. They were only loosely united. Six didn't think they could stand a combined attack without more information. Although she had previously said she didn't know anything about planned attacks, he wanted to press her some more. She could have been lying before. Judging by how frenzied she seemed now, he didn't think she'd continue lying. "Do you know when the attack will happen? Are you going to try to lure us into the forest or come to the twoleg place?"

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Six considered the ThunderClanner for a long moment, emerald green eyes narrowed. She really didn't seem to know anything else. The fear in her voice and behavior was enough to make him believe that. Finally nodding, he slowly took a step back, eyes fixed on her. He continued in his manner until he reached the treeline, when he spun around and began limping back to BloodClan. He wasn't totally satisfied with the information he'd received, and he might try this again, with someone else, but it was a start.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Sheogorath was indeed there, stretched out on the top of the dumpster, basking in the warm rays of the sun. As Six drew nearer, the other tom raised his head and greeted him. The obsidian tom detected a threat in his words, a warning not to disturb him without cause. Six had cause.

He sat down on the burning concrete, black tail lashing forward to curl around his paws. The sun beat down on him in a manner more pleasant than stifling. He understood why Sheogorath had seemed to be enjoying it so much; a small part of him wanted to stretch and let the heat warm every bit of his body.

"Barely anything," he said, his tone holding a note of self contempt. He'd gotten what he could from the queen he'd captured - everything she knew, in fact - but it hadn't been nearly enough. "Just that all the clans have declared war on us." He rolled his shoulders. It was only to be expected, really. "They're putting aside their rivalries to team up against up."

He sprung to his paws, frowning in thought, and began pacing in a small circle. "It's not enough information. We're strong, but they outnumber us. I'm not sure if they'll try to drag us to the forest or take the fight here. We stand a chance if they come here. I doubt they can even cross a thunderpath without whimpering." He looked up at the brown tabby. "We'll have to expect an attack at all times, because I don't know when they plan to attack." He lashed his tail. "Do you have any plans? I want to lure them as far into the twoleg place as possible. We can probably unleash some dogs on them if we do that by trying to get dogs to chase after some of our own members and have those members lead them to the battlefield."

He was getting ahead of himself. Pausing, Six halted and looked up at Sheogorath.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Understanding flashed through Six's eyes. He was one of that group, hmm? The ebony feline had only really spent time with Vincent and Daisy since the family had arrived. Nodding affably, he murmured, "Ah, I remember." He didn't apologize. Six had more on his mind than keeping track of every rogue who joined BloodClan.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Of course the city wasn't their kind of place; that was why the battle had to take place on BloodClan's turf. Tail gently swaying, Six listened with interest as Sheogorath explained how the lights worked. It was interesting. He'd never bothered figuring out what system the twolegs used, but now that it was mentioned, he saw how valuable the information was. "What about the other light - the yellow one?" he wondered. He'd noticed the flashing colors enough to know that there were more than just two. The yellow light never seemed to stay lit as long as the red or green one, though; it was more like a divider between the two.

He resumed pacing, nodding as more of the plan unfolded. "That will only work for so long before they catch on. We'll have to fight then. Are there any other tricks we can use until the dogs are lured over?" Speaking of dogs. "We'll have to choose a good place for the attack, then," he began. "Somewhere where we can jump away easily once the dogs come but that the clan cats won't find so easy to follow, at least in bulk." Even dogs were only temporary; with enough cats, they'd be dead or chased off soon.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]/quiet track

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Six wasn't standing in his usual spot in the back. The tom had moved forward, closer to the dumpster for this meeting, although he more or less knew what was going to be said. The meeting didn't last long, the message stated simply. BloodClan would try to win the coming battle by whatever means necessary.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Standing on the rooftop besides his fellow BloodClanners, Six watched the "fight" unfold beneath him. It looked like the thunderpath plan had confused the forest cats, but as he had assumed would happen, they seemed to be trying to figure out a new strategy. BloodClan's defense wasn't perfect and had too much room for error - what if the dog managed to kill Haskill before the pudgy tom got to the battlefield, for one - but it was solid enough.

Looking at the gathered BloodClanners, the lean black tom, stated, "If they do manage to cross the thunderpath and still try to get us after the dogs come - " he was hoping that the dogs would be enough to convince them to leave, but if they were determined to wipe BloodClan away, it might not be, " - They'll try to come up here. It's not likely that they'll succeed, but if they do, stand at the edge of the roof and knock them off. If too many come at once, retreat to the center and form a circle." Organization won chaos any day. In a circle formation, fighting together, as a unified front, they stood a chance. As individual rogues, the way they had always been, they didn't.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]The sound of wailing surrounding them, Six tore at the loner's tail while Taboa 'accidentally' ripped out her other eye. He looked up, grinning appreciatively, as his tricolored friend apologized. He breathed in the cool night air, stepping back as the loner was pushed to the ground.

"Let's," he purred, moving besides Taboa. Flicking an ear, he he confirmed, "I'm good with the claws." They hadn't helped the loner very much, but they'd look fine as a trophy. He crouching, he rubbed a claw over the loner's mouth, crooning, "Shh." She froze, falling silent, looking up at him with wide, terrified eyes. Glancing up at Taboa, he explained, "She's too noisy."

Rising, he waited to watch Taboa kill the loner. Once she had, he'd move close, as though to help her pry out the teeth, although he'd actually lightly lick her before turning to the claws he'd claimed.