Posts by Maroon~

(Maroon's going to join for a little while! Until LittleNewt comes back anyway. )

The day was chilly, Cold snow covered the ground, Its white blanket nearly made the silver tabby that sat on the border invisible. His amber eyes glinted with a certain.. Curiosity as he stared out at the land before him. The feline known as Maroon had heard plenty of stories of wild cats, Clans his fellow loners had called them. Many a day a loner had skirted the border in hopes of avoiding a confrontation. But this was exactly what Maroon was hoping for. For rumor had reached his ears that this was the place his lover hid. LittleNewt, Maroon should have known he'd find some one else to take care of him. The wretched traitor. Of course the tom had set out to find his love. But he wasn't going to run in and start a fight.

No, Maroon was big. Bigger then the average cat. But if the stories of clans were true, He didn't have a shot of dragging LittleNewt out of there. His best bet was to be friendly. Indeed, He didn't look dangerous. He was a very handsome tom, With silver fur that matched the snow below him. And amber eyes that held a sharp contrast to the white around him. His fur was long and elegant and his face held a kind smile. The only thing that torn from his looks was a injury to his side. What looked like a burn mark, But it had healed and was simply a scar now.

He suddenly twitched his ears at the sound of foot steps, Lifting his head. He half hoped to see the shining red fur like fire of LittleNewt. But all he spotted was unknown pelts. He had to hide the disappointment on his face. Still he spoke, His voice was soft. Tinged with worry. "Hello, Uh, Excuse me. I'm looking for a friend of mine thats gone missing." The soft voiced tom began. Hopefully LittleNewt hadn't told any stories of him. He figured he could easily use a fake name if he needed to. Atleast until he saw LittleNewt. His amber eyes remained soft as he cocked his head to the side. "Could you help me? Please?" The large tom asked. Little to his knowledge, LittleNewt had run off that very day to go chase after Whitestep.

Alright, Maroon is in the house. Atleast Until LittleNewt comes back. xP Any one have any tips on playing a Yandere? Because thats basically what he is.

Maroon could feel a slight twitch occur in his tail as two tom cats arrived, Attitudes in there voices. But he couldn't help but stare. Neither was bad looking- They better not have touched His newt if they knew what was good for them- But he of course didn't express these thoughts. No. instead he nodded gently. A worried expression on his face. "A small tom, Named LittleNewt. " He then glanced towards the other tom. Saying with confidence in his voice. "A friend informed me they saw him around here." He told, Moving to his feet to show his full height. But he wasn't acting aggressive.. Yet. Maroon then replied. "Please, He's blind and can't wander the world alone. "

Thieves...
This word raced into Maroon's mind, He half wanted to rip his claws into Bear belly for laughing. How.. How dare he talk so casually about Maroon's LittleNewt? Was he with him? Had this.. Fluffy heathen stolen his love? Taking a step forward. He could already feel his claws unsheathing. But he stopped himself. Ears pricking. Friend? In windclan.. Now he knew, That was the thief. "I see.." First it had been the toms mother, That had turned his love against him. Then his friends, Now.. Now It was this strange cat in Windclan. But that wouldn't last for long. Soon, him and LittleNewt would be together again. No one left to taint his loves mind. LittleNewt would get over it eventually. Maroon knew what was best for the both of them. "May I then.. Wait in the clan for his return? I must bring him back home. His family misses him very much." Maroon wouldn't allow another cat to leave him, He couldn't. LittleNewt and him were ment to be together.

Maroon frowned as another tom neared, This one was large and old though.. Still, He was wary of the cat. His ear flickering. Did they want him out of here? That was what it seemed, There was probable nothing in Windclan and they were simply hiding his love here. For Thornfang seemed to wish for him to leave. Maroon then replied gently. "Oh, But he could very well already be on his way back here then. I think it would be for the best If I stayed." Maroon then gently dipped his head. Replying softly. "Oh, How rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Maroon by the way." He consider briefly stating that him and LittleNewt were together, But decided against that. Perhaps it would have been wiser as well to use a different name. But he didn't think LittleNewt would talk about him here.

They were attempting to hide him from him. He knew it, He was very aware of such a thing. But it wasn't happening. Maroon wouldn't let it happen. Casually he stepped forward. The large tom cat stood tall as he told. "Perhaps I'll wait a few days and see if he returns. If not I'll go find him." He settled, A certain rough tone entered his voice. But he pushed it aside. He wasn't stupid. Maroon wasn't going to trust any friends of LittleNewt. Last time he did he was nearly killed in a fire. But- There was no reason to talk about that now. He shot each cat a small glare. Sizing them up a bit. Before a delighted smile grew on his face. Questioning. "Well then, Show me the way to where you live before the sun finally catches up to the moon!" He joked gently. Or seemed to, His whiskers twitched gently before he looked ahead into the forest.

Maroon's ear flickered as he heard a aggressive growl, Now.. Some one had a bit of bite? Didn't they? Turning his gaze to face the male. He scanned Bear Belly up and down. The long haired tom slowly turning to face the other. Maroon's whiskers twitched before he decided to lightly correct. "Mate. He's my mate." Maroon decided to correct- Or atleast were. LittleNewt might not see it that way anymore. But To Maroon. It was still true. They would have known his name he figured if they knew who he was. Stepping closer towards Bear Belly. His voice calm. "Because I know, For Certain he was seen here. For all I know he could be back at your camp injured." Was that his way of saying he thought they were liars? His whiskers twitched briefly and he began. "So I'm just wanting the best for My Mate, And to take him back home. And perhaps, You could be a gentleman. And lead me to your camp." His last words had a slight tone of aggression to them. His claws already ready.. Indeed, A fight might start here and now.

Oh, Maroon didn't like the toms words at all. Off his list? Had this animal been flirting with his LittleNewt? He found his teeth gritting a bit. He then murmured. "Why would LittleNewt mention his relationships with a.. Thing like you?" Maroon said harshly, Bearbelly had struck a nerve with his little words. Maroon didn't like to share his things. Tail twitching in irritation. This was how Maroon always behaved. He could be as polite as a angel at first, But that was simply a mask. Leaving a harsh state that refused to take No as a answer. Maroon sometimes acted like he didn't even understand what No ment. Turning away from the felines. He continued to walk before he pushed things further. Stating. "We'll see." To bear Belly's words. Heck no. He was no staying in this clan with these fleabitten felines. They were going back to the two-leg place. To the abandoned nest that once was there home. There was no refusal. Just what Maroon wanted. Oh, He was not going to be happy when he learned about LittleNewt's fondness for Whitestep.

Some creatures hunted to eat... Other animals, To play.
That was the case of Maroon. The large tom cat was prowling into camp with a very impressive kill. A rabbit that had wandered to far into the marshy land- Who knows why. Though it was a rare and large piece of meat for this territory. That wasn't the surprising part. It was the claw marks that covered it. Matched with broken legs- As If something had purposely wounded it so it couldn't run. Just to torture and play with the poor thing. Blood covered Maroons paws and muzzle. Staining his beautiful features as he reached the freshkill pile. Dropping the dead thing into it with out a care. It seemed to out weigh each and everything else in there.

Maroon's eyes seemed a little bored now that he stared down at his kill. Turning away slowly to step away and clean himself off- Perhaps something he should have done before entering the camp.. But it didn't matter now as he settled himself nearby and lifted his paw to gently lick and clean his face. The Large silver tabby curling his tail around himself as his ears flickered. Though Maroon always spoke in kind- There was obviously something messed up with a person who would torture its prey just for fun.

Gently, Maroon's ear twitched as he heard a voice. Oh great, Him... His eyes flickered over towards the large tom. Allowing a snort before saying. "I will stay until my love returns. " He promised, Giving his paw another tender lick and cleaning his muzzle a bit more before his gaze flickered to the fresh kill pile. He could still feel his heart pounding from the excitement of the hunt. His voice was gentle as he said. " I will say, The hunting here makes for a interesting challenge. Not like in the two-leg place. There, The fat pigeons all cluster together in hoards. Making for easy pickings for those who are quick enough." He had a certain curious look on his face. As if the subject of difference was interesting to him. His ears pricked. He then decided to question the other shadowclan tom curiously. "Why have the two-legs not made any nests here?" He asked, All his life he'd lived in the city. It was strange seeing so many trees covering the land. He was much more useful to the tall nests. He asked the question as if he figured BearBelly might somehow know. He lived here? Didn't he? Why did the rabbits and mice and squirrels seem to prefer this place? vs the pigeons and black birds that made there home in the city? He hardly ever saw many buzzards ether! Vs the ones who swarmed on the thunderpath at the smell of blood.

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"Silly Boy, The Suns to high for you to reach. "
The Silver tom known as Maroon chuckled, His amber eyes soft on the red male beside him. Stretched out on his back in the grass. With Maroon curled up close beside him. They were in a field, Enjoying the heat of the sun while it lasted. The red tom- LittleNewt laughed. "You don't know that, Have you ever tried?" He questioned with a flickered ear. His expression was filled with a natural curiosity that always caused Maroon to smile. His amber eyes soft as he lowered his head to nuzzle LittleNewt. Voice gentle. "No.. But its a impossible feat." But LittleNewt simply turned his head until there noses were touching, So gentle, Maroon could see LittleNewts ears seemed to get redder at such a action, Feel his warm breath. LittleNewts words were so very soft. "Your never going to get anywere in life if you don't believe in the impossible.." He smiled, Maroon could feel his heart was racing. Feeling the others warm touch. Maroon never wanted that moment to end, The two of them battering back and forth in the field.
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Maroon found himself jolting awake, His head lifting up and eyes wide in alarm. He was already swiveling his head around himself to look- But.. No. He was alone. There was no one curled next to him. No warmth in the chilly air.. "LittleNewt..." Maroon murmured silently under his breath, A breath of air came from him. Allowing himself to glance around, He was outside of the warriors den. No.. He'd decided it best not to sleep there for his short time there. But that left him outside in the snow- He could feel the frost covering his back and he only gave a small shake to try and remove it. It was still dark out, The moon high in the sky. Maroon doubt any one would be awake at this hour.. So might as well try and get some more sleep.

Curling himself in a tighter ball, He gently rested his head on the ground. But the coldness wasn't the only thing he was feeling. No, A certain hollowness filled his chest. You'd think he'd be used to it by now? He'd been practically alone most of his childhood. LittleNewt had been his comfort in the night at one point, But now he was gone. Having left him what seemed so long ago now. But Maroon could still feel the warmth of the tom against his pelt, He still yearned for the company of another. Maroon.. He didn't want to be alone. But every one left him, Didn't they? His father, His Mother. LittleNewt.. No, He wouldn't allow any one to leave him. LittleNewt wasn't gone, They'd be together again.
Maroon pushed back a shiver as a cold wind brushed against his pelt. Leaving him curling up tighter in a attempt to fight the cold.

//Mobile

Maroon had slowly against the cold notice the heat of another's stares. He hadn't done anything about it at first, But eventually the feeling had him lifting his head. Shaking snow from his head, His Amber eyes gently scanned the cats he could see.. But, Well. There was no one obviously watching him- Or so it seemed until he matched eyes with a very pretty she-cat. Her blue eyes seeming like a pool of clear water where one could see there reflection. He kept his Amber eyes on her for a moment, Even when she glanced away. He for certain wasn't as shy. His tail twitched gently before he slowly spoke up. "Your welcome to stare my dear. It's not every day you see a cat as handsome as I." He told, Well... He had some pride on him!

I can make the thread! Since I'll be making a few thread with Maroon anyway soon.
:P

I'm not sure. Maybe just 4? Unless theres more people that want them. I'm not sure if Mistheart would be able to handle having something like 12 kittens.

Also! Welcome to Shadowclan!

// Wasn't sure how best to start this! Is there any particular injuries you'd like her to have?

Maroon was P*ssed. He had recently got his behind whooped by that blasted Whitestep. Oh, Those Shadowclan flea-bags were going to pay. That Maroon was certain. He had run.. And run until the familiar shadowclan territory came under paw. His head kept high. Maroon had one desire in mind, Make these blasted clans pay. But he wasn't stupid. He knew very well he'd easily be ripped apart if he simply ran into the center of a shadowclan camp, Or attacked one of there patrols. No. Maroon was going to look for a easier target to take out his frustrations. For he was boiling right now and there was no calming him down. The silver furred tom then passed. Tufted ears pricking, He could hear movement. Some one was nearing. Young.. That he could tell, His mouth silently dropped open as he took in the scent. Shadowclan.

Maroon allowed himself to spin around, Gaze surveying the marshy land before he dropped down into a crouch, He could faintly see movement of some one.. A body much smaller then the massive tom. Taking a few steps forward, He wasn't thinking. He was just angry and wanted something to take that out on. So with no warning- Seeming no reason. Maroon lunged forward, Aiming to barrel over the smaller cat that had yet noted him.

Take, Take, Take.
That was the thing about Maroon. He always took what he wanted, He never gave. Everything he did was in some way twisted. His joy was from some ones elses misery and his hatred came from others joys. The long haired Silver tabby was sitting casually in the sun, It seemed to make his coat gleam and plenty a she-cat would have thought him a stunning beast. His coat was so messy- A bit of blood coated on his shoulder. Some his own, Some another cats.. His anger had died down a bit, Leaving him feeling.. Well empty and cold. But that was a common feeling for him these days.

Footsteps stirred the tom cat. Causing him to turn his head, And there she was. He spotted her easily first. Her beautiful brown and white coat. He had noticed her of course when he had been staying in shadowclan. But now.. Now when LittleNewt was gone and there was little he could do right now. She seemed completely stunning. -He wanted her he found. But he'd play nice. He'd hate to ruin that pretty pelt of hers after all. But- If she refused.. Well. He wasn't beyond using his preferred method. Carefully he spoke up, In hopes to draw the females attention. He perhaps shouldn't have been on shadowclan territory? But what was she going to do? Kick him out? Yeah right, The big tom doubt she'd even be able to lay a paw on him. His voice was soft, A slight smile on his face.
"Hello, Little Dove. What are you doing so far from camp?"

A amused expression grew on Maroon's face. "Don't beat yourself up about it love, I'm sure everyones unsuccessful during this time of year." Maroon murmured, A soft twitch came from his whiskers. She had pretty eyes? Didn't she, He found himself moving to his feet, Easily striding closer to her for a closer look. His voice soft as he told. "Of course, You have not traveled that far." The long haired tom stated. Would she question why he was on the territory? He figured not, she didn't seem the type for confrontation.. Hopefully that would make all his wishes that much easier.
The tom allowed himself to purr. "Still, A beauty like yourself perhaps should not be wandering alone. I would think every tom cat in the clan would be fretting over such a pretty dove." He murmured, Gently aiming to brush his tail against her as he circled the she-cat silently. A toothy smile remaining on his face as he spoke.

Have fun mist! <3

I know how you feel, I feel awful about Maroon doing this- But you know. Drama.
I'm wondering how I'll have LittleNewt react when he comes back home and there are Maroon's kids sitting there.

Maroon's eyes remained alight, Watching as she fumbled threw her words until she made a excuse to turn tail and run, Maroon didn't even bother to chase her at first. Simply let out a sign. "They always got to run, Don't they?" But there was a smirk on his face, As if he found this fun. He'd be lying if he said this was the first time he'd done something like this. There had been a few before- And LittleNewt had certainly fought with him a few times. But that was hardly worth mentioning. No, For now his focus was the little pretty she-cat in front of her. Swiftly he bolted forward. Unlike her, His tall form allowed him to make quick strides threw the forest. It took only a few moments- Even with him giving her a headstart! - Before he was at her speed. Running beside her. "Off that quickly baby? I was just about to have some fun.." He certainly loved to play around with his prey first. To tease them and torment them.

Maroon continued to run beside her for a few more heart beats. Before he decided to strike. Lunging forward, The tom aimed to swiftly barrel the she-cat over and pin her down. If that succeeded he would grin and laugh. "My little Dove, You can't run off that swiftly. Mmm.. Why don't you fight me? Give me something to remember you by?" He didn't want her to just sit there just quivering in fear. That was boring. No.. her kicking and screaming would simply give him a good laugh. Who knows-Maybe she'd even get a few scratches on him!

(Ah! Sorry if this is a bit late! )

Maroon allowed a soft chuckle to come from his throat as he heard her words. Who said he couldn't? Maroon could do what ever he wanted, Though he had to admit, He adored a little fight until he had completely broken his prey. Then.. Then he loved the control of it all. Lowering his head, He allowed his tongue to swipe over the other females cheek. Perhaps as simply a way to disgust her. Amusement twinkled on his face. Murmuring gently. "Oh darling, Don't be so modest. Your stunning." He complimented, But his face soon twisted into anger as soon as her lips opened and she screamed for help. That wasn't going to happen, They were to far from camp.

Maroon suddenly reached a paw forward. Snarling. "So I'm going to make sure NO one. Would ever want you again." He didn't want any one else messing with her? He might decide after all to come back for a second visit! Suddenly, He then aimed to dig his claw into her eye- And pull it out! All the while laughter came from his jaws. "I'll need to take a souvenir to remember you by.. And you have such pretty eyes.." He joked, Maybe he just liked the idea of blind Or blinding folks. That honestly wouldn't be that surprising.