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What's your roleplay like?

Lol. Thanks, Bluesky.

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▲ Darth Halo ▼ wrote:

Fireo sat in the shadows. Murmering words even he didn't understand himself. He growled slightly and looked up at Cerberus, he licked his lips, wanting and waiting for another mission. He pawed the ground and stalked towards her.

(¯`·.Cнaтoчanт.·`¯) wrote:

[font=georgia]"You don't growl at me." Cerberus's cold, slit eyes glared with fury. "What?" she meowed quietly, with effeminate beauty and masculine strength. Her Fishing Cat body tensed, with an irritably twitching gold tail. No one looked at the Dark Brotherhood's leader like that, no matter what they wanted.

▲ Darth Halo ▼ wrote:

ooc Was she talking to Fireo?

((Yeah))

Is anyone interested in making a group of cats to be enemies with my group? It's a work in progress, but I hope to have it posted by Tuesday. It's about an empire of cats who are isolated on a high mountain range. It would be ideal for the enemy clan to be a traveling group, or else cats that are trying to take over the territory, but it doesn't have to be. I just don't want them to be connected to the main clans.

Rust, ice blue eyes gleaming and black fur shining, stalked down a narrow, winding, stone staircase, into the dungeon. It was dark and cold down here, a setting that made him feel perfectly at home. As he walked along, passing many starved or bedraggled slaves, he turned his nose up at each one with a sneer. He wanted a personal slave to do everything for him, and only him. After all, scaring kits and bandying about harsh orders to apprentices could only be fun for so long. He wanted a tom who would hunt and fight for him, obeying his every command. If the slave couldn't meet his demands, he would be punished, an administration that Rust had no qualms about giving out to any cat who wasn't good enough for him.

((Please be at least semi-literate. Also, you can expect your cat to get hurt; Rust is a ScarClan cat to the core, which means he is EVIL. Have fun!))

Cool! I should probably make mine clickable too... who is it who does that?

Rust continued proceeding down the hall of cells filled with prisoners and slave. Every cell had a cat inside it. The cats varied in degrees of injury. He stopped, however, when he noticed that one cell didn't appear to have a cat in it. It was strange, but then his eye caught the glint of a bright yellow eye, the only sign that there was a cat there. Interested, if only because he hadn't seen the cat at first, Rust approached the cell. Looking very carefully, he could see what looked like a golden tabby tom. Intrigued now, he commanded, "Come here where I can see you."

Mud muffled an alarmed meow when Coal crept up to him. He had been too busy admiring Precious to notice how close she had come to the island. He slowly backed up, looking away from Precious, and instead into the scared, blue eyes of Coal. Mud shivered a bit at what Coal suggested, but at the same time he almost wanted the she-cats to notice him. Yet the almost was not complete longing, so he backed away from his spying place even more. Turning back to Coal, he wondered what it was that made the tom so against the Empire. The world revolved around the empire, so why wouldn't the tom like it? He wondered if it was just because of the she-cats' cruelty. He noticed how the younger tom seemed most terrified of Precious. "Why are you afraid of Precious?" Mud asked bluntly, "Don't you want to serve her? She's beautiful, and powerful."

Yay, Mud's not alone! Although it may not take long for Coal to get bored of listening to Mud idolizing Precious.

Do they just call the toms over if they want anything?

Mud listened to his explanation, wide-eyed. He had never thought of it that way. He still wanted to serve her, but he understood Coal's reluctance. He joined Coal by the freshkill pile, impressed by his catches. Mud could never hunt so well; he was much better at cleaning dens, grooming fur, and playing with kits. He enjoyed playing with the kits the most, though they could be the most demanding of all the cats at times. He enjoyed the meal, and when he finished his smaller portion, he stood up. "Thanks for the meal," he said, then, more cautiously this time, went back to observing the she-cats through the reeds. He decided he enjoyed this dangerous pastime, if only to see some other cats.

Rust lashed his tail angrily at the disrespect Lightning showed him, but he let it go. Stepping closer, he gave the tom a better inspection. He noted that the tom was in much better condition than many of the cats he had passed. With a threatening eye on the golden tabby, he slowly opened the cell part way, watching the tom's face to see his reaction.

Iron quietly padded out of the den she had slept in, awake much later than usually. On most days, she was the first she-cat to be out of her den since she didn't bother with much grooming. Without a word, she walked over to where The Sun and all the other she-cats were congregated. She had heard much of what had been said already, and she had to agree with Precious about the horrid toms. She also relished the idea of watching the other she-cats put the useless toms to work. After all, if they weren't a necessity, she would have volunteered to kill them herself. At the moment, she happened to spot one of them spying on the she-cats with wide, adoring eyes. She decided not to say anything of it, preferring to use the information later if things got boring. Turning her attention back to the she-cats, she surveyed their own camp, noting whether anything needed repair, or was out of place. Silently, Iron walked around the perimeter of the camp, 'securing the area', as it had been called where she grew up. Though this wasn't a duty she needed to perform, she tended to out of habit, more than anything. Having satisfied her need for security, she returned to the others, silent as usual. She rarely talked, and it was usually only when Precious or Amythist wished to speak with her.

Pleased that the tom wasn't foolish enough to try escaping, Rust opened the door wider, allowing him to get out. He heard the quiet growl rising in the tom's throat, but decided to forgive it when the tom suppressed it. "What's your name?" he asked in a rough voice, figuring he may as well have a name to call the tom by.

Flintstar watched coolly as the two warriors fought for the deputy position. He was relieved, however, when all Brokentalon did to the apprentice was knock him out.

Rust gave the tom a nod of approval, then stalked toward the stairs. "Come with me," he said, expecting Lightning to follow. If he didn't, he was a useless fool. If he did, then Rust would put him to work, either hunting or as a battle partner to practice with.

Rust led his slave to a secluded place, just outside the castle. He often napped here, sometimes even sleeping here if it got too loud or claustrophobic inside. Lazily, he stretched himself out, then sat down. He motioned for the other tom to sit down as well. He decided he would see how Lightning handled a variety of things, before trusting him to do something without Rust being right there to stop him if he tried to run.

Let's get it started in here, let's get it started in ha!
Can't wait to start!

Cool, thanks. I think I'll check it out tomorrow.

Mud froze when the she-cat looked over at them. He didn't know if she had seen them, or if she just glanced around, but the she-cat scared him anyway. She was always quiet and creepy, which was very different from how the other she-cats were. "What don't you see in them? They're cruel, maybe, but so are all the others. Besides, toms are worthless, meant to serve them. Aren't they?" he answered with a question. He had always grown up believing that because it was all he had ever known.