the day of bloodcraze? or just the bloodcraze or the month of bloodcraze?
idk lmao
that moment you want to reply to stuff but your muse is badly suffering
the day of bloodcraze? or just the bloodcraze or the month of bloodcraze?
idk lmao
that moment you want to reply to stuff but your muse is badly suffering
ahhh i love that
maybe bloodclanners can steal the ornaments from humans on Christmas as a contest to see who could get the most from the beginning to the end of december or just downright steal them to put them on their collars to look flashy
ooo diabolos could do it
"BOYS AND GIRLS OF EVERY AGE"
Diabolos had been recently stressed about everything, about his family, about Sirenpaw, about who his mother was, about proving himself to his clan. All these things were making him go insane (not literally but you know), and he just wanted to escape from it all, sadly there was no escape from any of it. Maybe he hadn't made an oath yet but there was no way in hell was he ever going to leave BloodClan or his family. This is where he was born and that's something he won't ever change. He wouldn't ever dream of leaving unless his whole family decided to move. More or less, he was looking directly at Wolfsbane. Hopefully history wouldn't repeat itself with his family and his father. He knew what his father did in the tribe and all the trouble he caused for them, what if he did it here? Would they have to be forced to leave? But then again would that really be so bad if they did?
"WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO SEE SOMETHING STRANGE?"
He felt a pang of confusion wash over him. Why was he thinking about all of this now? He forced all the thoughts away from his mind as he lied in his broken down bed in the abandoned hotel. He stretched out, stretching out each limb before jumping to his paws and leaping off the bed, thudding to the floor clumsily. The room around him was broken and old looking. There were cobwebs and dust all around the corners and the floorboards even creaked when they were stepped on. The tom began to pad out his room, walking down the hallways of the floor. All around him it was dark and spooky and there were even times where he would look over his shoulder due to hearing a whisper or just being scared and paranoid. Diablo began to pick up the pace, pawsteps echoing down the long and narrow halls. He began to hear pawsteps following his and instantly he broke into a run, breathing growing heavy as he ran down the hall and practically leap down the stairs. He tripped and fell, his full body hitting the lobby floor, quickly picking himself up and dashing straight out the hotel entrance. He caught his breath while outside, the sound of roaring cars now catching his ears and roaring inside them.
"COME WITH US AND YOU WILL SEE THIS"
Diabolos perked his ears to see if he could hear the cat still following him once the cars cleared and the noise died down, but there was only silence which made him even more paranoid. He got to his paws, unsheathing his claws just in case and he began to walk down the sidewalk. He looked around and saw that a bunch of the humans were walking around, chattering. He snorted and continued before bumping into something huge and orange. Its face was churned into something to the equivalent of a snarl. He jumped back, fur on his hackles rising as he snarled and lashed his tail. Still, it had the same face and snarled at him. He leap at it, leaping onto the pumpkin and digging his claws into it. It gave no reaction. He leap off in confusion and turned to face it before realizing that it wasn't even alive. He looked up to see a human shoo him off and then pick up the carved pumpkin and walk away. "Those dumb housefolk and their weird creations." He thought to himself in annoyance. He turned away and carried on walking down the sidewalk, eyes glued to what was in front of him as he walked.
"OUR TOWN OF HALLOWEEN"
The day was growing dark, the sky fading to dark as the wind flew through the city, lifting the fallen leaves from dying trees. He batted at a few of the leaves before the wind carried them off into the fading sky. The stars were slowly beginning to peak from behind eerie clouds. He flicked his ears as he heard music coming from the park and cautiously went to investigate. He padded into the entrance, a crowd of humans dancing and dressed in... what the hell were they dressed in? Confusion overtook Diabolos before he broke out into a laugh, were they trying to be menacing or just downright silly? They obviously didn't know how to look strong. Even though he laughed at them, he didn't dare stay on the ground for long. He quickly dashed over to the nearest tree and climbed up it, sitting down on a sturdy branch and watching as the humans gathered in their weird costumes. He looked over to a table where there were those weird snarling orange animals again (pumpkins of course). Weren't they going to try and attack the humans? Maybe those were alive? But no, instead they stayed in their place with the same faces. He flashed the pumpkins a confused glance before he looked over to the humans again who were now putting up weird decorations; bats, cobwebs, scary looking lifeless things. He didn't understand why they were doing this, but it looked fun.
"THIS IS HALLOWEEN"
He leap down from the tree and quickly dashed back to the hotel, gathering a few other BloodClanners and taking them back to the park where the humans were continuing their weird ritual.
gives you a huge hug
also thread is up, and holy my muse spike for it
chucks diablo
i'm trying to draw diabolos and it's literally so hard to draw tabby stripes i hate it
if anyone has any tips i would love that
The young inferior watched as the cats began to gather, flicking his ear over to Hollowkit, looking at his adopted daughter with warmth in his eyes. "Ah, she's the ThunderClan Medicine Cat, Peachmoon. ThunderClan is one of the forest clans and one of our enemies." He informed his daughter warmly. Diabolos' gaze shifted over to his aunt and he rolled his eyes, half-playfully and half-annoyed. His tail spiked when she asked about him procreating and instantly he ducked his head in embarrassment. "Adopted daughter." He corrected in a small whisper. Why in front of the prisoner? "I'll tell you about it later." At the voice of his grandmother, all pride left his body and he turned to look at her. Was she being sarcastic? He was aware that neither of them really enjoyed the presence of him and his siblings so he wasn't sure what to think. Instead, he gave a low nod, opening his mouth to say something but interrupted by the movement of Peachmoon. Instantly, he aimed to press down harder on her side with his paw near her ribs, looking at her with little empathy in his eyes.
At her statement, he looked on in confusion and then laughter. "Is ThunderClan really that weak that the Medicine Cat would go anywhere with you willingly?" His voice was in a sneer as he aimed to strike his other set of claws down her side. "You're in BloodClan as a prisoner, Medicine Cat." He informed her in a bragging-like tone. He flicked his tail over to his aunt to agree with her statement.
Diabolos had been resting in his hotel room, occasionally stretching out his limbs. The sound of thumps and running and then the huge call had awoken him, but just waking up, he was still very drowsy and had no idea what had been going on. The first thing he noticed was the cold air, causing him to shiver slightly before leaping off the bed and padding into the halls. Leaping back in fear, a human ran directly past him with a large net connected to a stick, causing him to yowl and the human turning around and noticing him. He shrieked back in fear but once the human got close, he jumped in between his legs and ran down the hallway, looking around as the humans were chasing BloodClan cats of their own. Diablo allowed a small growl to pass his lips before he picked up the pace, losing the human chasing him and causing them to get lost as he went up and now the floors of the hotel. "Now let's see how you like getting captured." The brown tabby growled as he padded down the hallway to see the human that was chasing him. The human looked confused and lost as he walked up and down the hallway trying to figure out how to get down, leaving a perfect opportunity for Diabolos to take him by surprise.
The brown tabby crept forward and once he was close enough, he bit at the ankles of the human, causing the human to screech out of being startled and bit. The human tripped and fell on it's back, turning around to face him and swiftly getting on his feet, once again chasing Diablo down the hallway. The feline quickly turned on the human, leaping at it's legs and slicing through the flesh with sharp claws. He quickly then ran down the other side of the hallway with the human chasing him once more.
Diabolos was anxious for the day he became a full member of BloodClan, and he would promise to serve with his life should that day come. He was young but eager to prove himself in anyway possible, even if that meant him possibly getting killed in the near future. The brown tabby padded up besides his father, eyes searching the scene as the scent of ThunderClan hit him, the scent so familiar to him now. Ever since his capture of Peachmoon, the scent of ThunderClan grew more and more familiar to him which disgusted him, but could also be used to his advantage. He leveled his chin to point up slightly to give himself a more prideful look, tail lashing silently behind him. "Nice." He complimented with a small dip of his head. Being born in BloodClan made him used to all the killing and if there was no killing, then he would probably feel out of place. The forest clans lived by the warrior code which prevented killing and it sickened him a lot.
oh my god diablo is going to tear apart thunderclan if they take hollow
tracking cause this is too dang cute
description: dark brown tabby with a slight russet hue, darker stripes, pale green eyes, a white muzzle that goes all the way down to the beginning of his chest / end of his neck, all four paws are white up to the middle of his legs, and a white tail tip. His tail has a kink at the end of it so it looks bent. His nose is also both pink and black if that makes sense, and he has a scar on the back of his neck parting the fur to both sides of his body
no desired pose ahh
when your project takes up all your time for the day and you lose muse faster than your grades drop lmao
i've been doing my project all day and now i'm pretty much drained
track + question, do the characters that die actually die forever or is it just for this event?
Username: paroxysm.
Name: diabolos
Rank: inferior / apprentice-aged
Short Description (include personality and Skills): short-tempered, family-oriented, determined, strictly loyal to the clan code, observant, opinionated and blunt, keeps his emotions to himself, head over hear, strategist
- fast runner, strategist