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  • Did you feel the mountains tremble (p, eveningshisper)

    EveningWhisper


    It was easy to blend with the shadows... well for the most part. His face would give him away if you looked close enough. Jaded eyes flashed in the dim lighting, eyelids slowly blinking as the tom stretched. It’d been nice being alone the past moon (or moons, I have no idea how old they are right now oops). He licked a paw, swiping it over his face, before being alerted to rustling in the bushes overhead. Who’s there? He growled, tail twitching.

  • Did you feel the mountains tremble (p, eveningshisper)

    Familair scent, though swamped with clan scent hit the tom’s nose. His lip nearly curled in disgust as he gave a wry cough.


    Stuttering. A sign of weakness. Was she really that scared of him? He has no one to back him up, but if she wanted to howl for her clanmates, they’d be on him in an instant.


    Resting. What are you doing here, Eveningkit? The tom mewed, emerald gaze landing on hers.

  • everything black -- open to rogues

    Ooh I’m so joining this..


    The ex-Bloodclanner had been silent. Track through BloodClan territory? Was she nuts? And if Caledon and his cronies see us in their territory? He mewed, fur pricking up like a hedgehog. They will attack us, just for trespassing. Can’t we just track through ThunderClan territory? It’ll give them more reason to fight each other. Sure, his sister Eveningpaw lived there, but she had turned her back on him moons ago when his father betrayed them. Thank goodness he hadn’t taken the oath yet. BloodClan would have been forced to hunt him.

  • everything black -- open to rogues

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    Onyx| Trad. Hunter| 9moons



    No. I just think it’d beasier to trek through the ashy forest. It’ll be easier, and RiverClan would think ThunderClan did it, and it’ll spark a war. Then while they’re busy, we can steal RiverClan’s prey.

    the nine moon old answered, tail flicking behind him.


  • everything black -- open to rogues

    He found his muzzle twitching upwards in a devious grin. Phoenix gave birth to the idea, merging it with her own. I will help with the ThunderClan part. Claws parted from the sheathes of his rounded paws, imagining the chaos that would ensue afterwords.

  • Did you feel the mountains tremble (p, eveningshisper)

    Bored? Yes he could call it that... something was coming for both Thunder and RiverClan, but he was not going to give those plans away. Ever. He’d take it to his death if needed. I did, yes. But times change.. he mewed, giving a shake of his head. You seem... hmm.. different.. was that a bare glimmer of hope crossing her features just now? What if Father? Have you seen him? If so, she could point him to his last whereabouts and he could formulate his Own Hunt to put forth to his Hunter friends. Hmm.. yes. Bring destruction to the family-destroyer, perhaps somehow sway her to his side...

  • Give Eagle his 9 lives?

    Silentprints


    The pure white DarkClan Warrior would be next to appear, Icey gaze landing on the new leader to-be. Deaf no more, and far happier in this life, though he does not see his mother among their ranks. Go figure.


    The tom stepped forward, gaze softening as he stared at the WindClanner. With this life I give you Judgement. The warrior mewed, voice deep and grating as if made from rock. Use it to do what is right, even if everyone thinks it’s wrong. The tom would rest his muzzle briefly on the tom’s head to allow the life to pass into him, before stepping back.

  • How did he get in here? Intru- der window! (Intro)

    The snow did not hide Hisharii’s form well at all. This is why the Amalfi Heighter hated winter. It was so hard to hunt in this. The prey animals catch sight of Hisharii’s form before she even can pounce! Maybe if Hisharii was to roll in some snow, but then she’d be wet and cold! Amber gaze narrowed in thought. Maybe she’ll go hunting later. When it was dark..

  • STATE OF THE ART :: O, RACES

    A race? Surely this one was joking? No, Hisharii sees no hint of amusement on this one’s features. A shame. Maybe a race would warm her fur, yes? ‘Hisharii is up for a race.’ The leopard rumbled, searing herself down in front of PlanateryRevolution.