Posts by BLACKBEAR.

ah sweet, want me to make a thread for them?

diablo is definitely one of my more longterm characters but down the line i'll probably change his name here and there

Was it really that easy to just waltz right into their territory? Were they growing too soft and was that proof of it? The thoughts swirled like hungry snakes in his mind, eating away at his every waking second before he was snapped back to reality. He stood besides Moccasin, rolling his eyes playfully at her comeback. Typical of his aunt. He flicked his tail to press against her hind to greet her and give a small nod of his head. The apprentice-aged tom turned his head towards the Tribe leader and instantly interest took over and replaced the boredom that had originally been there at first. He wasn't familiar with the scent but he knew of what his dad did to make his family leave. Had they not, would he of had the same interest in blood and violence that he shares now? Or would he be more peaceful and calm? He didn't exactly know what the Tribe was like, but so far it left a sour taste in his mouth by how the Stoneteller was making these demands on their territory, not to mention the fact that he waltzed in unstopped. The tabby watched the huge Stoneteller's actions like a cat stalking it's prey, eyes analyzing every little detail and every little move, who knows, maybe in the future those little details would be valuable. He listened to each demand calmly, and then turned his head to Taboa and allow her words to sink in.

No doubt there should be a compromise in store considering right now whether they wanted to admit it or not, BloodClan needed allies and badly. They were already heavily outnumbered by the forest clans. Sure they had ShadowClan on their side but the question was for how long? When will that alliance finally break and then it becoming all the forest clans against BloodClan once more? At any moment, that small thread would break and BloodClan would be in a deeper hole than they began with. Maybe one day he'll be able to find a way to help weaken the forest clans enough for BloodClan to be of equal strength or maybe not even him but another cat. Once again, he was snapped out his thoughts as he leveled his head and stopped his tail from lashing, not out of annoyance but rather caution. What was the motive for the Tribe siding with them? Surely, there had to be some motive as to why the Tribe would pick the losing side over the winning, it just didn't add up for there not to be a motive. The inferior opened his mouth to speak but shut it after he realized that there probably wasn't a place for him to talk. He closed his mouth and stood quietly, watching their every move.

Diabolos was lying in his hotel room, the walls broken down and the floor full of creeks once you walked on them. He was lying on the broken down bed, the floor boards under it bending inwards while it barely supported the weight of the bed. Thankfully he wasn't big or heavy enough to totally break the floor beneath it. He was lost in his own thoughts, thinking once again about the Tribe leader and the Tribe itself. Or rather, the Stoneteller, was that what they called it? He wanted to get to the bottom of that guy's motive, why would he join the losing side if there was no motive in between that? He tossed on his bed, lying on his side as he gave a yawn before jumping to his paws and leaping onto the floor beneath neatly. He lashed his tail and turned to the entrance of his room, padding out and looking down the hallway both ways before padding towards the direction of the staircase. Ever since he had heard that voice on the day of him discovering the weird tradition of the housefolk, he rarely ever strayed in the hallway for long. He would often either run down the hallway or completely avoid it all together by never leaving his room. He wasn't scared.. well, maybe a little, but he would probably never admit that to anyone. He still hadn't seen or had the slightest clue as to what that whisper was or what those pawsteps were but a part of him thinks that it wasn't just a prank alone. That isn't to say it was the forest clans stupid little StarClan or whatever, but maybe something not entirely apart of that either.

The thoughts sent a shiver up his spine as he rushed through the hallway in a quickened pace and padded down the stairs, entering the lobby. All around him were cats gathering and bustling with activity and even leaving to go out and catch a few late hunts out onto the streets of the city. Diablo turned his head to see another Inferior enjoying a small meal beside a dusty old chair, perfect cover. The tom slowly crept upon the NPC, coming in from behind and hiding behind the chair. He pinned his ears against his head and crouched down, tail stale and flat as he waited for the perfect opportunity. For a second, the NPC Inferior lifted his head and looked towards the outside of the hotel, completely disregarding the prey for a few moments as it lied at his side. Finally it being the perfect chance, the brown tabby swiftly bit his jaws into the back of the mouse and pulled it away from the Inferior, quickly bounding off into the direction of the staircase. The NPC looked back at it's side for it's kill but instantly it was missing and he gave an annoyed hiss, padding off in annoyance.

Diablo chuckled before lying down and beginning to dig into his newly found prey.

TABOA

Diabolos had actually gone before the storm had started, getting caught up in it sucked for him considering he never liked getting his pelt wet. He would never understand how RiverClan enjoyed getting their pelts wet, it didn't feel right to him. He didn't like the way his fur clung to his frame or how soggy and cold he felt. His catches which were two mice, were easily as soaked and drained as he was, blood oozing from the wounds now due to the pressure of their fur pressing against their bodies. Well there goes his clean kill. The tom looked to and fro as he crossed the streets of the city, the mice in his jaws as he occasionally stopped beneath a tree or two to get some rest before continuing. To put it short, he was quite the long way from the hotel. He lashed his tail as he kept his guard up for the cars and any kittypets or rogues planning to fight with him or trying to sneak up on him for his prey. Ha, like hell would he allow that. Diablo crept along the city streets until the hotel was in the distance, his soaked fur weighing him down. He sprang across the streets, completely disregarding the approaching cars and finally he found himself at the entrance of the hotel. A sigh of relief passed him as he pushed the door open and padded inside, only to be sprayed by water from no other than his aunt, Moccasin. He groaned as his looked at her in annoyance, tail flicking erratically.

"Really Sin?" He questioned as he looked over at his slightly older aunt, his pelt beginning to slowly dry into clumps that stuck together. He flicked his tail as he heard the thundering of outdoors, turning his head back to his aunt and slightly behind her spotting Scarecrow, slowly, he motioned the tom over with his tail and then looked down at the two soaked mice he got. "It's not dry, but I caught some mice if you two want to share." He offered, slightly raising his voice so the other tom could hear.

Never had he thought about wearing the pelt of another cat or even a whole different species. He wouldn't want to hide his sleek brown tabby pelt or the scars he got from battle under the coat of some other animal. He wanted to display his scars with pride and sure the coat of another animal or cat would look awesome too and show off a lot, but he would rather take pride in his own injuries instead of the injuries of another. Every scar he got was something that left him with pride. So far he only had one very noticeable scar but there were scratches all over his pelt ranging from his scuffle with Peachmoon over to just training on his own and getting hurt here and there. Those things were barely visible through his soft tabby fur but the one scar he had was deep and wide, visible through his entire pelt. It was the one thing that stood out the most on him. The scar wasn't too newly made, but it did happen recently, just not that recently. He took pride in it regardless, as he would his collar once he got one. He couldn't wait to start recording his victories and obviously one thing he wanted to do was take a took from that lovely little ThunderClan Medicine Cat, just so he could record and regard his victory on his collar as his first stolen tooth. The thought warmed him with pride and admiration for himself. Call him self-conceded or just flat out selfish and self-absorbed.

Diabolos was padding down the streets and making his way to the hotel, eyes searching the lobby as he walked through the scene, caution in his eyes before he finally took a step forward and turned to see Taboa playing with something orange, very bright orange. Slowly, the Inferior made his way over, eyes searching over the pelt before he finally realized what the pelt was and what animal it belonged to, a fox. "How elegant." He complimented as he sat down and studied the dead animal, eyes trailing over every mark and strand of fur. "What do you plan on doing with it?" He had noticed that she had already made an incision on the foxes body.

The young tom was on the scene in an instant, looking over to Ai curiously. So that was Ai? He never really saw her around much or got to be properly introduced to her, but she seemed fine enough. He flicked his tail calmly as he looked over to Darkpaw, giving a nod of greeting. "Welcome to BloodClan." He greeted softly. He remembered the first time he had even stepped foot out into the city, he thought everything was noisy and chaotic but he grew up to become accustomed to it. That was when he was younger and smaller than he was now, his opinion had changed of the city over time.

// low muse

i would definitely classify that as animal abuse, but rather put it under animal neglect

Diabolos watched carefully, studying each of their reactions closely and listening to every sound they made. He studied each and every one of them before quickly rounding on Ambersplash with a low growl emerging from his throat. The apprentice lashed his tail and flexed his claws, lifting his head to match the height of Ambersplash. He nodded his head in agreement with Wisteria and Wolfsbane, lashing his tail erratically. "I agree with Wolfsbane." He nodded to him and stood by his side, twitching his ears annoyed.

Finally away from the city. It had been his dream to explore the forest since he was a young kit. The city was his true home but he had a dream and there was just something calling him to the forest. It was one of those things where you pick a random direction and walk in it, and that's exactly what he did. Silently, the BloodClan cat padded through the trees, lurking in the dark and under the cover of the risen crescent moon. He hid in bushes whenever the scent of the clans would get stronger but after a while, he could no longer ignore the stench of the clans. The direction he was walking in was causing the clan stench to get stronger and stronger. He whisked his tail behind him, treading on light paws as he moved carefully and cautiously. He finally got so close that the smell overwhelmed him. He departed his jaws and took in the scents, this was the closest he's ever been to the clans, only straying slightly when he captured Peachmoon as prisoner. But even then, it was never as far as this.

Diabolos stopped right before the gathering island, pale eyes analyzing and searching the area. He flicked his tail to and fro before leaping through the bushes and coming face to face with a flowing river surrounding the island. He threatened to go further until he remembered the scent of the clans. He was close enough to notice that the scent was slowly fading and growing stale. He gave a smirk and padded around the surrounded island, finally finding the fallen tree that they climbed to get to the island and leaping ontop of it. The apprentice aged tom padded along the trunk carefully, planting his paws with caution until he reached the other side. Diablo looked over his shoulder until he was certain no one was following him and then he leap to the other side. Beyond him was a wall of bushes and instantly he crouched down and pushed through the bushes with a single lunge, landing on the other side. There all around him lied two four trees and then the one the leaders stood on. His tail lashed in amazement as he flicked his ears and gave a hardy purr. This place was more amazing than he could ever imagine.

By the looks of it, Diablo looked like a rogue or loner due to not having a dog toothed collar yet, but the scent he gave up was no doubt of BloodClan along with his reinforced claws being another dead give away. The brown tabby spun around when he heard the crunching of leaves and a low growl rumbled in his throat. He looked around, unsheathing sharp reinforced claws and flexing them into the dirt beneath. If someone wanted to fight, he was more than ready.

tuemoi  

CEDARSTEP.

I'll make some threads with Dia later on, same with the capture thread

Also, I kind of want to change Diabolos name but I don't know to what, any ideas?

Ooo yesss, want me to make it or you? It might take me a bit since I'm on mobile but I'll switch o my computer in a bit

He was never here during the reign of Sheogorath back when he was the old leader of BloodClan. His reign was one that he never really heard about but one day was for sure, he was a traitor and he definitely wouldn't get away with leading RiverClan to the destination of the prisoners. Sure, the prisoner was his sister and he couldn't be more happy or grateful that she made it out alive, after all family before anything else, but he definitely wasn't going to let him get away with doing that to his clan. Both toms were roughened up, Diabolos carrying quite an amount of scratches along with Tigerscar. While he fought with all his heart, he was not aware that Tigerscar fought only half-heartingly, wanting to actually come and get caught. Regardless both toms had a few scratches here and there but nothing too major. He had noticed the quick surrender of the larger tabby but said nothing, only keeping his eyes on the mad god. He wouldn't be a victim to another one of his tricks. As he padded into the entrance of the hotel, a few NPC's came to stand at the sides of Tigerscar, one taking up the rear, and the other taking up the front so there was barely any room for escape without causing a scene and eventually having a bunch of BloodClan cats on you.

The Inferior eyed Tigerscar carefully, noting every move and everything he eyed just in case he decided to pull a fast one, he would be ready. He lashed his tail as he then rounded on Tigerscar and flexed his claws, his reinforced claws clanking against the floor beneath. "I wonder what the traitor has to say for himself." Traitors. They made his blood boil. His voice was smooth but accusing, laced with the venom of annoyance and anger, the anger that only one who had broke the blood oath could bring. He circled the group of cats, eyeing Tigerscar as he waited for more clan members to arrive.

Sheogorath

// do you want him to get some injuries or just be a prisoner?

The tabby tom had been following close behind the older cat, moving through the thick forest and undergrowth with difficulty, but enough ease to help him stay hidden. He watched out for any twigs that could snap under sturdy paws or dried up leaves that would threaten to crunch. He would often find himself jumping out of the way of unsuspected fallen logs or brambles, not wanting to lose some of his fur. He stayed at her flank, looking around as he hid in the undergrowth beside her. The forest was a lot less easy to navigate through then the city and he instantly found himself getting confused here and there. He kept his balance as he crouched as if he were stalking a mouse, eyes analyzing every aspect of the territory in front of him before he took a step forward to get a better look. He couldn't help but think about Hollowkit, she belong with the forest clans after all, not in BloodClan. Hopefully he would be able to make it her home just like it is for him. As Bellona spoke, he turned his head to look toward her slightly but not fully, looking at her out the corners of pale green eyes for a brief moment before ripping them away to stalk around for any patrolling cats in the territory. He could only hope that the undergrowth masked their scents.

Keeping his voice hidden, he shook his head whenever she would look at him, looking at the squirrel before back at the ThunderClan forest. He departed his jaws as he heard the sound of scuffling and quickly he turned around to see a mouse, making a small rustle. Swiftly, he lunged to nip the back of it's neck and carry it in his jaws, nodding to her as he waited for her to proceed explaining the plan.

The dark tabby inferior had been running along the riverbank, his eyes trailing upwards to see the territory of RiverClan in the midst. He wondered how fish tasted, but now wasn't the time to try catching fish. Oh no, he was here for another reason. His muscles tensed as he jumped over a small stream up ahead and ran into the RiverClan territory, keeping his paws planted near the edge but still inside it. The smell made his nose twitch and his stomach churn, he didn't like the smell at all. He much preferred the smell of gas and the cars of the housefolk rather than the fishy and disgusting smell of the RiverClan cats. He crouched low to the ground as he hid inside a bush. His smell was somewhat still present but barely over the scent of RiverClan and their fish. He flicked his tail as he spotted two cats in the distance, talking and playing by the stream he had just crossed. Little did they know that the discussion they were having right now would be their last for a long while. He waited until they got closer, anticipation roaring through him and the blood screaming in his ears as he finally lunged, landing on the back of the warrior and digging his claws in deep. Taken by surprised, the warrior let out a yelp but began to shake him off, throwing him off and then rounding and meeting his flesh with strong claws. Diabolos quickly leap backwards, giving a snarl as he quickly went for a throat bite once the warrior left it open. He knew that the soft clans barely learned how to defend off tactics that went for the killing and he took advantage of this.

He watched as the warrior staggered backwards before lunging once more with less power and less advantage then he had before. This is exactly where Diabolos wanted him, the Inferior took a step forward before he was knocked off his paws by the other cat, an apprentice. Ah, a much more even fight. The apprentice was about the same size as he was and much smaller than the warrior. Diablo struck reinforced claws through the right eye of the apprentice, quickly taking the opportunity of a loosened grip to roll free and jump to his paws. He swiped his reinforced claws again, striking the left eye of the apprentice with much force. He then lunged forward and bit at the socket, pulling the eye clean out and throwing it to the side. The yowl of the apprentice cut through the RiverClan territory like wildfire

His time was now limited.

Quickly to finish off the warrior, he turned his back from the apprentice and slashed his reinforced claws through his throat, watching as he fell to the floor and began to breathe heavily. His body shook and spasmed a couple of times before finally going limp, the light from his eyes fading into nothing. His eyes were wide open, his expression as if he were fighting with all his life. He fell into a glare at his last dying moment. The BloodClan cat turned to face the apprentice, taking his newfound blindness to his advantage and dancing around the apprentice until his claws met the flesh of the soft belly tissue and tore through it, the life instantly dying from the apprentice's last eye. Looks like his work was done. He licked his lips thankfully. Diablo had a few scratches along his pelt but nothing to do total permanent damage. He only now had a few moments to set up the two bodies in a.. organized fashion.

Diabolos grabbed the dead body of the warrior and used his reinforced claws to rip open the tom and slowly began to rip his skin off his body and place the body parts of the cat all over this side of the border. As for his pelt, he climbed up the nearest tree and hung it on the lowest branch, letting it dangle as a small force of wind came and blew on it. His organs were splattered all along the border. As for the apprentice, he took the eye he had ripped out and opened the jaws of the apprentice, stuffing it inside the apprentice's mouth for all to see. Blood ran down the eyeless socket of the apprentice as he slashed out the other eye, making it so both eyes were socketless. He bit into the scruff of the apprentice's body and moved through the territory of RiverClan, coming as close as possible to their camp and leaving it just outside the island they rested on. A dead apprentice with two missing eyes and those eyes inside its mouth, definitely not a flattering sight to see. Both bodies were covered in the scent of BloodClan and just to show it was truly BloodClan, he tore out the tooth of the apprentice and jabbed it into the apprentice's shoulder, sticking it inside his body and giving an amused purr.

Looks like his work was done, he preceded to leave the territory under the cover of bushes and trees before rushing back to BloodClan territory.

The Inferior gave a nod and quickly headed back the way they came, not going to far. He quickly found the garlic patch from the strong musky smell of it and began to roll his pelt fully in it, quickly smelling of garlic. The smell made his eyes water and nose twitch in irritation but he pushed it back as he still held his mouse catch in his mouth strongly, jaws sinking into it's back. He padded back over to the bush they met at, nodding to her once more. He was ready now. He hoped that ThunderClan got very sick by what they were doing and hoped that one of them at least ate it before alerting the whole of the clan.

The brown tabby padded up with a roadkill bird in his jaws and a plastic bag with some rocks inside dragged by his paw. "Ready."

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