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  • the li[o]n's scream [Sundiata dies]

    Sundiata teetered curiously around the wharf rocks. Gosh, they were huge! He giggled to himself, a baritone giggle, then capered around the barnacles that crusted the rock surfaces. The fully-grown cat, a Deck Hand despite being several moons above the general Crew age, was aging backward, and had been for some time. He was roughly the mental age of a two-moon-old, a bumbling kit exploring outside the camp for the first time, awed by the huge territory surrounding him. The golden tom toddled up to the edge of the stones, then climbed up a large one overlooking the ocean. Placing his paws on the edge, he leaned over the side, entranced by the pounding surf and boiling waves as they crashed against the slick jetty.
    The most dangerous thing about kits is that they think they're invincible.
    Sundiata leaned further and further over the edge. Soon his paws no longer touched the rocks, and by the time he realized he was slipping, there was no stopping him. A wail escaped his maw as he slipped down, clutching the stone tenuously by his hind paws. He scrabbled at the jetty's side, panic in his movements, crying desperately. The tawny cat, though muscular, could never have struggled his way back up. Abruptly he was clutching with one paw. Then the paw failed, and Sundiata plummeted head first against the rocks, bouncing limply and falling into the pounding surf. His shocked scream was cut off abruptly as he hit the first stone, and it was his body, not his young mind, that bounced off into the crashing waves. The Skulls' two-moon old kits couldn't swim, and neither could the tom. A golden pelt, limp and devoid of life, floated with the surf.

  • summer is sweet between my teeth [o]

    Zenith nodded to the female, a slightly condescending nod that demonstrated his changes in another respect. He had gained the Skull mentality, and as far as he was concerned, this she-cat was far below him. "Good afternoon," he responded smoothly, enjoying rolling the words off his tongue.

  • summer is sweet between my teeth [o]

    "Very well, thank you," Zenith responded, shifting his weight to a hoof that had gone dead. He wanted to shake it out to be rid of the horrible tingling, but that wouldn't look professional. "You?" He only asked to continue the small talk; he didn't care in the least how she was doing.

  • SKULLS ATTACK [MassAttack2013]

    Zenith | stallion | Skulls | attacking Stella


    Zenith spun to finish his strike and stopped abruptly, shocked. He whirled around, searching for the Radicalclanner; when he didn't see her, he held still, deeply confused and trying to sort through what had happened.

  • summer is sweet between my teeth [o]

    Zenith nodded, then glanced down at her abruptly. "You are a Peasant, yes? You should be accompanied while hunting. I will go with you," he said with a barely- held- back sigh, "if you have no one to hunt with." He wasn't very good at hunting, and he hated anyone else to see. Ah, well. Sometimes you had to sacrifice comfort for the law.

  • SKULLS ATTACK [MassAttack2013]

    Zenith | stallion | Skulls | attacking Stella


    Zenith shrugged in unease, unable to find Stella. He reared, lashing at the air with his forehooves, to glance over the crowd in an attempt to find her. Unable to see the cat, the stallion stopped rearing and stood still, bracing himself for the flying attack he was sure would come when the cat revealed her hiding place.

  • SKULLS ATTACK [MassAttack2013]

    Zenith | stallion | Skulls | attacking Stella


    Zenith whirled at once, instinctively bringing his front hooves down on the spot where Stella was moments before. He stood still, waiting for any clue of where she was, feeling for anything- a brush of fur, a scent on the wind, a nick at his hooves- that would tell him where the Deputy was.

  • SKULLS ATTACK [MassAttack2013]

    Zenith | stallion | Skulls | attacking Stella


    Zenith glanced away for a second, but didn't see anyone and turned back. It was a battle; he was going to hear a lot. Nothing out of the ordinary in that.

  • SKULLS ATTACK [MassAttack2013]

    Zenith | stallion | Skulls | attacking Stella


    Zenith glanced around some more, but seeing that the battle was dying fast, decided it wasn't worth it. He turned to go, snorting contemptuously over his shoulder at the RadicalClanners as he did so.

  • This guy....[yo Hazeleyes we need converse on something]

    OOC: Sorry! I'll just follow allong OOC'ly, because I'd like to see this. Yeah, I took a short break for exams, and in the aftermath... I've only now started to enter more threads in the Skulls, my active group, and BoneClan definitely deserves lots of attention, too. I agree! We really need one for the both of them!