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You're making me think that Grimgrin might want to have a vision that they need to take over SnowClan, or take them on at some point...

Pineclaw wrote:

...Once the wolves are out, preferably. xD

Hahaha yes! Of course. Unless we want to be like "KAMAKAZI CATS ARE GO!!!"

Libertyflight wrote:

[justify]Libertyflight shot up when she heard the battle cry, quickly unsheathing sharp claws. Without a moment to hesitate and rethink her decision, she threw herself at her target- the large obsidian tom Grimgrin. She aimed to rake her claws down the side of his face, hopefully scratching one his eyes and leaving deep gouges in his cheek.

[permission to use telepathy && the sight?][/justify]

OOC: Sure, he's a tuffy :P

Grimgrin saw his first attacker and his claw jutted form his black paws. It had been so long since they had seen blood. With his new kits and his mate in mind, he hunched his shoulders and rolled with Libertyflight's first battle move, managing to deflect nearly the entire blow. A gash to the bottom of his jaw opened and oozed crimson. It was nearly a successful defense. He hadn't really expected to deal with a Clanner right off the bat, but now he was ready for her.

"You have good speed," the taunted, "for a Clanner."

He reared back and dove after her, his teeth snapping at her tail and hind quarters.

Grimgrin blinked his eyes as he peered in the Asylum forum. Shaking his head and blinking again, he appraised the cat that stood there like prey. He could hardly believe it. Was that...

"...Zinc?" he asked, his tone hushed.

Was he seeing spirits, or had Zinc suddenly reappeared as swiftly has he had disappeared? The then Deputy had just made friends with the tom, promising to be there for him and his litter when he just... was gone. Grimgrin, now the Leader, took tentative pawsteps forward, keeping his golden orbs locked on the cat in question.

Grimgrin watched his ranks - his and his co-leaders, as it were - and felt a surge of adrenaline and pride. Having deflected most of Libertyflight's attack, he spun to find anyone who may need back up.

copperrrrrr ! wrote:

[justify]Since her roleplayer forgot about the thread, Libertyflight wasn't sure whether or not she had been hit or not. The slick crimson liquid that splattered her pelt could be hers, could be hers, could be someone's else. With a dogged persistence, she once more aimed scarlet stained claws towards Grimgrin. He had deflected most of her last hit according to his last post, but hadn't aimed a counterattack of his own.[/justify]

She was coming back at him. In a face on counter attack, Grimgrin launched himself at her, teeth bared at her hindlegs and tail. He felt a thud of contact and the sting of claws, but in an instant, he reeled around her, snapping his teeth at whatever flesh they would find. He was till prepared for her, seeing as his roleplayer had forgotten this thread briefly, too. His hackles raised along his black back

His attack wasn't meant for Sunfang, but Grimgrin would take the blood it spilled. What a fool! Battling was always such an interesting event. What good was it for Sunfang to be killed or injured to save Libertyflight? In Grimgrin's mind, it was each cat for themselves...

...He supposed this to be true, unless it were the reverse situation. He would take a hit for any of his kits, for his mate. Maybe there was something to this passion.

He reeled back, his attention spread between two cats now. He charged again, his hind leg kicking for a landing in Sunfang's belly.

Another blow to the face, his moth leaking more blood. Why did they always seem to attack his jaw? All the same, he rolled to his side, letting the ground absorb the majority of the blow's aftershock.

"Nice shot," he murmured his eyes glinting as he lunged at Sunfang's throat.

"Yes, Ria. I would like you to battle with us." He paused, realizing he was almost literally throwing her to the wolves. "But don't take more than you can handle. Know when to retreat," he added.

Wolftrix Lestrange wrote:

Sunfang leapt back and snarled, "Thanks too bad you suck," he snarled aiming to leap on the tom's back clawing his shoulders.

Grimgrin disallowed the autoattack of Sunfang, shrugging the cat from his back with a side roll. He whirled back to his feet, his body low to the ground. The Blackheart Leader wasn't amused by the immature taunt. How petulant of the Windclanner to spit something back so... juvenile.

"Indeed," he growled with an eye roll. "How poignant of you to observe such a thing."

The large black tom lunged forward, his teeth snapping and aiming for a bite at Sunfang's scruff.

I like the idea, but before we go making more HPs, I would love to see the activity increase. It would be more long lived if we had many active members who were willing to be up and going all the time :)

Kittens all around!

Grimgrin gave a knowing nod. It was as if Zinc had become another cat over night... only over night had been a lapse in time.

Grimgrin had run away before; not from the Rogues, but from his birth home. He knew what it was to leave, but he did not know what it was to return. He had much he wanted to talk to Zinc about, but didn't want to overwhelm the tom. He looked haggard enough.

"You should have... but sometime one can't always pause to think. Welcome back," he offered. "I assume you are back, that is."

There came a time for play, and a time for work. Grimgrin was of the mindset that this was the natural cycle of living in any community. One might enjoy the play with the prey and the forest was bountiful, but when the harsh leafbare times came, it would be time for work.

"Cats of the Blackheart Rogues! Gather around! I have somethings to tell you."

The black tom co-leader paced the Asylum corridor, waiting for others to gather. He wondered how the news would be taken, especially by the she-cats. Times were getting harder and harder, and the Blackhearts use to have rules. They were kit-stealers, at the very least, and had once required all she-cats to produce at least one litter to further the camp. The time had come to reinforce some of the old Blackheart values, and Grimgrin hoped the reception would be favorable.

Only time would tell.

Wolftrix Lestrange wrote:

Sunfang fighting Grimgrin? recap xD

TWB

Grimgrin wrote:

Grimgrin disallowed the autoattack of Sunfang, shrugging the cat from his back with a side roll. He whirled back to his feet, his body low to the ground. The Blackheart Leader wasn't amused by the immature taunt. How petulant of the Windclanner to spit something back so... juvenile.

"Indeed," he growled with an eye roll. "How poignant of you to observe such a thing."

The large black tom lunged forward, his teeth snapping and aiming for a bite at Sunfang's scruff.

Grimgrin gave a hurried nod to his daughter. The battle would end when he said it did. When the medicine supply was mangled, and the WindClan warriors knew to fear the sound of any Blackheart in their path.

Grimgrin's pacing increased. He was beginning to feel rather annoyed that the gathering of cats was taking so long.

Shouldn't a leader be treated with more reverence? He shook his head, letting the frustration pass him by. And where was his co-leader? He hadn't much seen her shadow since the planning for the attack on Windclan.

The black tom held in a sigh, taking a seat, still waiting.

It helped Grimgrin to know that this wasn't the strangest of happenings. Even when Staunton, a tom he looked up to and admired, was leader, things were lackadaisical.

Maybe that should be on his list of things to change, too. One thing at a time.

He gave a smirk and a swish of the black plume of his tail, acknowledging his predecessor, Ray and Cheshire.

He had to admit, most cats came into power after the former leader died. It seemed like a blessing to him that Staunton was still around to glean insight from.

Taking notice of Vix, Grimgrin opened his mouth and began a little scoffing rant. "Well. You see, if we could get more of the BLACKHEART ROGUES to gather here, PERHAPS I could let you know just why I have called this meeting. I thought we were a camp of ALLIES with RESPECT in our blood, but I seem to be sorely mistaken."

He wasn't upset with Vix, in fact he rather liked the tom. His temper just seemed to be on edge lately. He didn't like when his emotions ruled his body, but it happened form time to time. It was a piece of himself he wished he had left with his time as a loner in the forest, but it always seemed to catch up with him.

"I'm sorry, Vix. First meeting I've really called on my own," he added, playing for sympathy.

Suddenly his mind was on Lostkit. Whatever happened to that little ragamuffin he sheltered that first harsh winter along in the dark woods?

He sighed, slightly embarrassed at himself for his outburst. He gave his chest a lick and began his message.

"I suppose you lot will have to help spread the word to the others who aren't here," he meowed flatly. "Back in the day, the Blackheart Rogues were kit-stealers and strong, loyal cats. We seem to have lost our way a bit in these last few seasons, as can happen. Our ranks are shrinking, and with it, the glory of our name. I am here to enforce a new system. One that rewards our mothers and fathers for honoring the Blackhearts with their litters."

He waited for a moment before continuing, letting what he had just said sink in.

"We will give special honors to our mothers who have birthed many healthy litters for our ranks. And to our fathers who have sired these kits, the same honors. There will be three levels, the bronze star, the silver star, and the golden star. And with each level will come a new reward and a new feeling of honor and respect in our camp."

“Indeed,” he nodded to the commentators, one being his own adopted daughter. He would have words with her later.

“We will honor our mothers in the following ways: bronze star mothers will receive first pick of the fresh kill pile, after leadership and other authority figures. Bronze star fathers will receive one extra piece of freshkill a day from the pile. Silver star mothers and fathers will receive a sort of ‘first in line’ access to our healers for their ailments. Gold star mothers and fathers will receive all of the aforementioned items, along with the mothers being able to ‘bow out’ of larger battles. Gold star fathers will have the opportunity to have the glory of running the front line of battle alongside your two leaders and deputies. We will treat these starred members of our camp with honor and reverence, for they are the ones who are helping grow our strength and returning us to our once large and fear-inducing ranks!”

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