Posts by BLACKBEAR.

he can just be put down as an apprentice sorry lol

The apprentice had been in his nest, resting until the sun was highest. He yawned before picking his way through the den and padding out into the clearing. He noticed that some members were missing so early in the morning, but he shrugged it off, lashing his tail and padding out into the forest. Diabolos wasn't really cautious when he went out into the forest due to all the peace within the clan. His ears twitched as he heard the sound of outraged hisses and loud voices, the young feline padded up to the crowd, looking at all their shocked and outraged faces in confusion before realizing just what they were looking at. His eyes trailed his clanmates before they landed on the dead figure of Lilyglade. Instantly, he felt appalled and disgusted. Who would dare break the peace between them all? He lashed his tail in sheer anger as he narrowed his pale green eyes into a glare and listened to the outraged voices all around him. His eyes turned into slits.

The apprentice parted his jaws to take in any different scents but he hadn't smelled anything out of the ordinary. No way, did someone within their ranks do this? His eyes widened in shock as disbelief took him. Why would someone within their own ranks do this?

Like Punchline, he was completely unenthusiastic and showed very little interest. His tail would twitch occasionally as he padded through the city, taking in all the scents. The wind of the incoming Fall felt enough to sweep him off his feet like a leaf. He twitched his nose as unfamiliar scents entered and he turned his head towards the noise of yowls and groans. Who wanted to mess with them now? The apprentice aged tabby began to pad towards the sounds with mild interest, peaking over to see another BloodClanner fighting a few rogues. Rogues were always a problem considering within the city was where a lot of them resided and where a lot of kittypets lived. He debated on helping or not, if she picked this fight by herself then she should probably be the one to finish it, correct? He shrugged his shoulders before lying down on his stomach, giving a curt nod to Pun and then lying his head on his paws. She picked the fight foolishly so he decided not to step in unless she was on the verge of death. Might as well not let a BloodClan member go to waste, right?

Trust. That was something Diabolos had little interest in and very little of. He wasn't scared of trusting others but knew very well that he had to watch his back. The only one he ever trusted was his family, possibly Wolfsbane as well but right now that was a bit iffy. Instantly, the tabby padded into the room at the call. He knew that they had escaped and with Sheogorath being behind the destruction of it all and blinding their leader to think he was coming back. The Inferior had been present at the two leaders meeting up again and from the start, he knew something wasn't right there. He knew there was something wrong. He flicked his tail erratically, practically starving to get revenge on the whole of RiverClan. How dare they do this to them. His blood boiled as he listened to Taboa's words, hunger rising in his pale green eyes as he lifted his head. He looked like a lone wolf who hadn't ate, hunger racing through his body as he licked his lips wistfully, eyes looking on their leader with a grin of amusement plastered on his maw. To someone on the outside, he probably looked downright insane.

At the last of her words, his heart raced and instantly, he opened his maw to speak his words laced with the hunger of revenge. He wouldn't let anyone mess with his clan and get away with it so easily. "How about we drive them from the forest and take over their clan and their territory? We can capture a few of their members and bring them here, they'll send another party to come get those prisoners. If they send a raid than that'll be a lot better. While they send a patrol to get the cats back, we could have a few cats lying in wait in the prisoners room and then have them leap out from the shadows and capture them. RiverClan will be short on members by then so that's when we can move in on them. We can sneak into their territory and then rush them out their camp and territory when they least expect it, hold some cats as prisoner, those who couldn't get away of course. We can then take over their entire territory and torture the remaining members." He flicked his tail and paused before lifting his head once more and speaking his hunger laced words. "Should they send a raid instead, we can send some cats into that raid to distract them while the other cats get into their territory and drive out the remaining RiverClan cats who hadn't gone on the raid. They'll have a more shortage of members like that. We can capture the cats who hadn't gone on the raid. Should these plans fail, as a backup we could continously lurk around their borders and capture any patroling cats we see and bring them back here until the numbers are small enough for us to pull on a takeover." Finally he finished, flicking his tail erratically.

[Of course this would all need permission but it would be an awesome plot!]

Diabolos had been in BloodClan for a while now, would things have been different if he was born in the forest clans? After all, violence was all and is all he knows. His eyes narrowed quietly as they analyzed the visitor, slithering up next to Morag and giving a flick of his tail in interest. The smell of the clans riddled from her and found it's way to him, leaving him to think this cat was either mousebrained or had different motives. He settled down and watched silently, eyes searching hers to see any emotion coming from her. What did she want? He listened as they conversed, occasionally unsheathing and flexing his reinforced claws to warn the foreign feline with ease. He was hoping she didn't get any bright ideas. At the sound of WindClan secrets, his interest boomed but at the same time he felt a bit nervous and hoped that Hollow wasn't around. He quickly began to look over his shoulder to see if his adoptive daughter was around before he sighed in relief and looked back at the former WindClan cat. What if she found out? His eyes trailed for a second before his attention was snapped back to the current conversation, his interest growing again as he flicked his tail steadily.

He wanted to hear whatever secrets lied at the heart of WindClan, every last one of their motives as well. He listened with open ears, cautious as to whether she was telling the truth or not. He looked over to the leader and then back at her, eager and anxious to hear these secrets.

Was this prisoner purposely trying to make him look like a fool in front of them. He lashed his tail as he watched her, allowing her to stand to her paws and speak for a few moments. Did she really think that she was here to help Ai? Come to think of it, he never met the BloodClan Healer much to his surprise. Were they really that naive? He knew that ThunderClan was weak but never would he have guessed that they were that naive either. He allowed a small chuckle to pass his lips, one that mocked her naive personality as he then looked up at her. Looking up at a prisoner was weird but it was something that he had to do. "You're not here to help Ai. You're here as a prisoner and you won't speak unless I say so." The last words passed his lips in a threatening tone as he flexed his reinforced claws and then aimed to drag them down Peachmoon's side with enough force to hopefully push her against the ground. He would then aim to slam his paw on her maw to keep her mouth shut. Diablo would unsheathe his claws and try to dig them into side of the ThunderClanner's maw.

"The only reason for taking you is to be a valuable asset to BloodClan, or in other words-" He lolled his tongue against the outside of his maw before finishing his statement. "Sit in a cage and do your time in the pits. Who knows, maybe ThunderClan will come and get you?" He allowed a smirk to mark his maw before he aimed to lunge forward and nick a part of her ear. He would then aim to rip his claws through the tender flesh of her stomach, but not enough to cause a large amount of bleeding but rather a large amount of pain.

ooo what thread is that in?

Diabolos rarely came down to check on the prisoners, normally he would stand guard outside of the place but other than that, he never went down. Sometimes he would torture and mock them too but today wasn't one of those days. He had recently been proud of his capture on ThunderClan's Medicine Cat, but it still bugged him how naive she was. Didn't she get the whole concept of one cat dragging another clan as their prisoner? Or was even that foreign to ThunderClan? The thoughts swarmed in his mind like a colony of bees, eyes focused on his paws. The only thing he heard was the sound of a thud as if a body hit the ground as he passed the prisoners room. His eyes looked down into the mildly dark abyss and he stretched his head forwards into the frame of the room until he could hear voices. Familiar voices. At first he couldn't make out a single thing they were saying, it all becoming muffled and unclear as he pricked his ears and forced his body more into the room, on the edge of the beginning of the stairs. When he began to hear the groans of Hollowkit and the voice of Pun, his heart began to race in his chest. Diablo's world spinned for a brief second, confused and unsure of what he should do, but then instinct took over.

The brown tom practically threw himself down the stairs of the room, his body hitting the bottom with a thud before he quickly jumped to his paws, ignoring the pain in his shoulders and landing to stand beside Hollow, nudging her briefly to show that he was there. What now? He was still new to this and wasn't sure what his next action should be. He looked around before his eyes landed on Peachmoon. "Help her." He growled under his breath as he rushed over to her cage, picking at it until it opened. He took a few steps back and then pinned his ears against his head. "Don't even try to escape either. One wrong move and I'll make sure my claws meet your throat." His voice was full of venom as he gave her his threat, eyes clearly showing his panic as his heart thudded and raced in his chest. His gaze shifted over to Pun and he nodded to him in thanking for being there for his daughter for the time being. He returned to Hollow's side, moving his head and licking her shoulder in comfort.

need some more threads with him! he's open to pretty much anything except being killed and litters. romance i'm a bit iffy on but we can make a thread and see where it goes. he's still young so he's still figuring himself out and would rather stray away from romance at the moment

The tabby tom wasn't very much for flowers or anything of that sort, but of course he would encourage whatever Hollow did unless he totally disagreed with it. This was not one of those things. Diabolos padded over to see the crowd gathering around Hollow. At first he felt a sense of fear that she may of been injured but everything seemed calm. He allowed his fur to lie flat once he saw that she was handing out flowers, as to which he gave a purr and took a seat right besides her. "They're very pretty, Hollow." He purred gently and with encouragement.

Diabolos was never that concerned with what reinforced his claws, as long as they were reinforced that is. He didn't like his claws being bare considering it just never felt right with him and made him feel rather uncomfortable. He had been testing out his claws on prey like birds and whatever he could find really, even kittypets. He had gotten a few scratches on his pelt here and there and they did sting, but he forced back the minor pain and allowed his paws to carry him towards the scene, his cuts barely visible through his dark brown pelt as he approached them, giving them all a nod. He then looked at Scarecrow and flicked his tail, watching the near black feline. "Nice choice." He commented nonchalantly, his voice loose and calm. The tenseness of yesterday left his body, the scene of Tigerscar / Sheogorath playing out in his head as he talked to Taboa and eventually, escaped with their RiverClan prisoner. The memory still pricked anger inside him.

tracking

edit;; possibly throwing diabolos up there?

ahh i love trad a lot more

to me it kind of feels like non-trad is kind of a popularity contest so i stray a lot away from it + trad is awesome and pretty fun as well

ahh i play brackenpaw in trad. windclan and diabolos here, but i barely play brackenpaw since my muse for him is a bit low

diabolos and doe could get into a fight and he could win and she could become scared of him?

never really thought about that honestly

also oh my god, taboa should influence diabolos

right now he's not like a killer killer but taboa should be like a mentor of sorts to him if you're up for it ? o: