Posts by BLACKBEAR.

The younger male had been studying the structure of the hotel. Maybe it was abandoned, but still looked very nice. He turned his head at the call, his eyes giving away shock but then quickly fading into nothing. He still wasn't sure how to react to his father coming back, he wasn't sure if he should be sweet or be annoyed and cross. However, maybe he was willing to actually give his father a chance. His father was a strong, mischievous, and feared cat and he would strive to be exactly like that. Calmly, the tabby tom got to his paws and fully faced his father, studying him for a brief moment before opening his maw to say something, revealing sharp teeth. "Maybe." There was a small hint of mischief in his voice before it was dismissed. He lifted his head to look evenly at his father, tail lashing in anticipation. "I was in the park and one of the housefolk decided to disturb my nap in a lovely tree." Diablo allowed fake sadness to strain along his voice before continuing. "Next thing I knew, it led to it being his tree and me running down the streets and back here." By now, he had caught his breath and was breathing normally again instead of erratically.

Diabolos was taken by surprised when he heard a thud at his side, turning his head to look at Hollow. He recalled her from when she had nearly been eaten by the crows, he didn't realize that by being at the right place at the right time, he would actually save a life instead of end one. Rather it be by accidentally finding her by hunting or something else. Of course, it was kind of new to him, this was all new to him. He didn't know how to care for someone since Wolfsbane never cared for him or his siblings, and he had no mother in his life, leaving a lot of tension for him when it came to interacting with kits. He forced down his thoughts and aimed to press his maw to her head in a somewhat affectionate gesture. Was that the right thing to do? "Hello, Hollow." He greeted, but the tension in his voice wouldn't go away no matter how much he forced down the feelings. He looked back at his father and cleared his throat.

"Wolfsbane, this is Hollow." He introduced her to the kit he had saved. Diabolos lied down to match Hollow's height.

His first capture, he couldn't believe it. It wasn't easy but luckily he was able to manage. Diabolos padded into the hotel lobby, dragging the unconscious body of Peachmoon, ThunderClan's Medicine Cat. There was no doubt in his mind that they would be leading a patrol to BloodClan once they realized that Peachmoon was missing, but he didn't care. More enemies to fight and opportunities to capture more ThunderClan cats. His pelt was littered with cuts and scratches from Peachmoon's retaliating and they definitely stung, but he forced down the pain and focused his strength into dragging Peachmoon. He couldn't also help but hope that Wolfsbane would praise him for his capture of such a high position from within ThunderClan. What if Taboa even praised him for his catch? A sense of warmth flooded him but he forced it down to focus on Peachmoon and making sure she doesn't escape. He aimed to hold a tight grip on her scruff.

They finally entered the hotel lobby, letting go of her scruff and aiming to press his paws onto her side to keep her down. It would be hard to considering she was fully grown and he was slightly smaller, but he would force himself to manage. He lashed his tail and looked at her. "I'll wonder how long it'll take for ThunderClan to come get you." Diabolos sneered at her as he turned his head over his shoulder. "Come say hi to ThunderClan's Medic." He called, his voice echoing through the lobby.

PEACHMOON !

[want her to have any injuries / specific injuries?]

He watched her eat sympathetically, though on the outside he looked hardened and cold. Diabolos listened as she spoke. Heathersomething? So she was possibly from one of the forest clans after all, WindClan? That would be the only clan with that type of name and the only clan with big fields; moorlands. He lifted his head as he was instantly slightly torn. He was helping the kit of an enemy clan. Should be take the prey away and let her die? He felt his heart thump, how would his clan react if they saw him helping a cat from a different clan, kit or not. For a movement he flinched before he forced himself to calm down and tried to ignore the growing paranoia in his heart. He flicked his tail as a new idea filled his mind, why not get her to become loyal to BloodClan? She wouldn't have to know of her origin. It was wrong but at least he would be able to ease the troubles roaring in his mind.

"Your parents were probably loners. But don't worry kid, you'll be alright here." He didn't feel any guilt when he lied to her, but he did feel worry that she would later on catch onto the lie as she grew older. "I'm assuming you don't have a name then?" He questioned. He had an idea for a name, but it reflected her skinny frame and how her bones were sticking out from her pelt. "Hollow. How about that for your name?" He looked at her for a brief moment before looking back towards the direction of the forest. What if she decided to leave BloodClan when or if she found out the truth? He looked at his paws before narrowing his eyes slightly, he didn't want that to happen. He would try to hide the truth for as long as he could.

ahhh i'll have an interaction thread w/ wyvern!

it's fine <3 diabolos will probably be so torn and emotionally break down since he's super loyal to both his clan and family lmao

oh boy good luck

ooo i like that

diablo will probably get really snide and snappy with her and then when he finds out shes his mother, feel slightly guilty for constantly snapping at her

also anyone want a thread with diablo? he needs to bond a bit with his family

great! i'll make one when i get the chance and tag you

The brown coated male growled as he watched City begin to run from them. He unsheathed his claws and sharply shifted his gaze over to Minka, tail lashing angerily as he lowered his head in an intimidating position. It all happened so fast but he forced himself to be aware of everything happening right now. "She is a traitor. Your daughter or not, she broke the oath. She should of left before it if she didn't want to stick around." He then lifted his head, allowing his lips to curl back into a snarl. "Attack my father and you'll face a lot more than one set of claws." He lashed his tail and moved to stand by Wolfsbane, narrowing his eyes into a glare.

//mobile

Instantly Diabolos leap back but was still shoved away, he landed on his paws and looked at Morag not in fear, but with anxiety. He wasn't sure who to choose, his clan or his family? What would Wolfsbane do? What would his mother do if she was here? He gulped as his heart thumped. He watched as Sirenpaw was able to go for an attack at Morag and instantly a wave of relief passed through him. He couldn't disrespect a Elite but he couldn't leave his sister to die. He looked at the two with anxiety overwhelming him as he tried to wonder what he should do. He lashed his tail before lifting his head and taking a step back. He looked back at Sirenpaw, hoping that she would be able to escape, mouthing a "sorry" to her as guilt swarmed him. He then looked at Morag, noticing how she was progressively getting more and more reckless and instantly he began to fear more for Sirenpaw. A swarm of emotions took him over as his breathing slowly began to quicken due to his anxiety. He watched silently, trying to ignore the anxiety and fear but it got worse and worse. He didn't know what to do, what he could do, he was completely torn. The family had been together through thick and thin but his sister was also an enemy. If Morag were to attack, he would leap in front of the attack and take the blow but wouldn't attack the Elite, instantly stand there and take the blows. He'd rather have her take out the rage on him rather than his sister.

At the voice of the loner, he lifted his head to look at the two, the traitor and the loner. He raised a non-existent brow. Was this loner really trying to get herself killed? He looked over to Taboa and nodded to her before attempting to climb and leap onto the place where Citylights was. If she was running, he would chase after her and aim to tackle her while unsheathing his claws and moving them to try and strike down her chest. Diabolos would then aim to stick his back claws into her sides and rake them downwards to create large gashes along her sides. There was no way he was going to let Citylight's get away without at least a few wounds. Going to an allying clan or not, she was still deciding to leave the clan, the one whom she gave a blood oath to, and what would happen when the alliance was over? It would be exactly like a member leaving for an enemy clan no matter how you looked at it.

Diabolos hadn't met Wolfsbane only until a few days ago, and he had never at all met his mother. He never really bought it upon himself to do a total search on who his mother could be, whether she was even alive or not, or even in the clan for that matter. Which she probably wasn't. He wasn't going to dwell on it too much, it wasn't that he didn't care since he actually cared a lot about who his mother was and who his father was, but rather he just wanted to prove that he was a loyal clan member and didn't have the time to go on a witch hunt for his family. He knew that his family was slightly scattered out such as Sirenpaw being in RiverClan for instance. The memory of the torture with Morag came back to his mind and a shudder ran down his spine. He didn't like seeing his sister getting hurt since he cared about his sisters the most besides his aunts and uncles. He sighed as the memory replayed in his head but he forced it out as he was padding down the city streets and found a rat. His eyes watched the rat with intent, locking onto it like a viper watching it's prey.

The tabby lowered his body to the ground and lashed his tail behind him, moving closer until he was in the range of pouncing, smashing his paws down onto the rat and nipping the back of it's neck. He picked up his catch and padded back to the hotel, padding into the lobby and looking around for any other cats, narrowing his eyes into a glare as he watched out for any cats who would possibly want to steal his prey. He pushed himself into a corner of the lobby and lied down, placing his rat at his paws and began to rip off the flesh one by one.

Oona

ahhh welcome

i'll take a thread with everyone

dia will probably be super nice with his aunts and uncles and love them a lot and they could kind of just be rolemodels to him

Diabolos was walking down the hallways, planning to go down and leave the hotel for an afternoon scent but something stopped him, the scent of RiverClan. As the scent of RiverClan entered, the brown tabby hurried over, lowering his head as he watched silently. Why make an effort? Besides, it's looked as though Tigerscar was the only one around so what was the point? He flicked his tail as he looked over to the other two BloodClanner's and then back at Tigerscar. It was weird how they were having a casual conversation but he didn't really care much, he just kept his eyes on the RiverClan cat. Diabolos twitched his ears as Tigerscar spoke of himself being a returning member. So it was a traitor? This instantly made the tom's blood boil and annoyance sway over him. Why were there so many traitors? He felt disgusted by this but kept silent, looking over to the leader for orders. He wouldn't attack unless it was commanded, otherwise he would sit down and listen to their conversation, wondering who Tigerscar was, lost as always. He watched as one of his clan mates tried to attack Tigerscar and flicked his ears, curling his tail to his paws. He wasn't sure if he should help or not considering he couldn't exactly do anything to a group of them.

oops let me fix my post lmao sorry

The smell of the streets and the dust was something he was used to. Same with all the noise. A cat coming from the forest probably wouldn't of liked it as much but he was used to it, he could distinguish most the scents past the stench of the cars as they drove up and down the streets endlessly. It was like a never ending parade. The sight of the city wasn't anything pretty, more like dirty and disgusting but he learned to live with it. He couldn't change the place they lived, this was their home and where they'd probably always reside at. As much as he wondered about what the inside of the forest looked like, it would never compare to the city that he was already familiar with and knew his way around. Every twist and turn, every abandoned building, every building the clan would choose as their residing point. If he left for the forest, he would somewhat miss it, he would treat the forest like the city, all the same twist and turns and probably get himself lost a lot as well due to how familiar the city was to him.

Speaking of the city, Diabolos was out and about, his eyes focused ahead of him. The memory of Sirenpaw wouldn't leave him no matter how hard he tried. He was lost in thought as he padded ahead before lifting his head and catching his father slipping past out the corner of his eyes. He flicked his ears and began to pad after him, following him before he caught the sight of the female at the border. He padded up besides his father and flicked his tail in greeting, looking at the joiner with a curious look.

The smell of blood wasn't ever uncommon, it was actually extremely common around the city whether it be humans getting hurt themselves or cats fighting it out around the blocks. He wasn't alarmed when he smelled the scent of blood and instead cautiously padded over to the scene. His moments were careful and quiet until they came into view, forcing his fur to lie flat and calm himself. He began to pad over, looking over at the both of them before looking at Lorcan with a flick of his tail. It seemed as though someone died which he didn't really get phased by. He inspected the dead body, not someone he really knew but it was definitely someone big. Diabolos would of probably lost if he went up against someone that big. He looked at the albino cat as he looked at his wounds. "Jeez, what did he do to you?" He questioned, tone unwavering as he looked at the body once again and sat down.

i already love sin

diablo: "sinnn not in front of the prisonerrr"

ooo she should get into a ton of trouble and have diablo constantly lie for her lmao

he'd get so sick and tired but he cares too much about his aunts and uncles to not cover for them

oh my god i'm crying

diablo's excuse for that

"ummm... a couple of kittypets did it..? haha.."