Posts by Sharven

Purplejewel {I love Jeremiah} wrote:

Thread link: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=489951.0;nowap

Summary: Basically, Jedi was trying to train some kits when females are trespassed and are being difficult.

On it! :)

"Let her go," Sharven replied. "I am more concerned with the ones who choose to stay."

He nodded to Flight, encouraging her to stay to help fight, if need be. Jedi would give a good battle, and the other two were still young. It would never hurt to have strength in numbers.

"Then why, may I ask, are you on Skull territory?" Sharven nearly growled.

"I see," Sharven replied simply. "You do know that one doesn't just ask to become a Skull? Especially a she-cat who starts a rukus like this."

The deputy gave a look to both Pastel and Flight, knowing Jedi was already wanting to slice the newbie's throat. He wanted them to hold back attack. He had made a bargain with another she-cat before who had seemed worthy. Live in the Peasant den, work your way up... but it wouldn't be easy.

OOC: Scythe is missing and presumed dead. A search team found blood and fur, but no body. Pluxiria is now leader, and Sharven and Voltaire are deputy.

IC: A cricket chirped in the corner of the room.

"Of course!" Cheered Sharven. This was all getting to be more and more interesting. He couldn't wait to see what would happen in the ring. It was going to be quite the entertaining spectacle.

With a curt nod, Sharven was pleased. "Good. It's settled. I will escort your back to the Peasant Den and will send for you when are to meet next."

In their next meeting, he would teach them to speak in insect, as to keep suspicions about them under wraps.

"In the meantime, Pluxiria is starting a series of she-cat battles. Perhaps you might want to join them for sport."

With that, the grey tom stood and motioned for them to follow him back to their dens.

OOC: Sorry! Long week!

"Then," Sharven replied, "My suggestion to you would be to debut yourself at out Games. We will find you a trainer and if you succeed... you may join us."

Killed or tortured back at the caves... Sharven felt a dark purr in his throat. Hopefully at least one would try to escape. He could use a little anger release.

Sharven paced near the back of the stoney cave room. He had called this meeting what felt like hours ago and none of his spies or trainees had arrived. Was he being impatient? Probably, but it didn't matter to him. Patience was not something he had much of since Scythe had died. He had so looked up to Scythe, and he felt himself still settling in to a Skull lead by Pluxiria. Not bad, just different.

"Any day now," he sighed, hoping they would all appear like magic.

"Well. At least two of you have the courtesy to show," Sharven grumbled.

He sat down heavily and sighed with all the annoyance he could muster.

"You're here for a reason. We need updates on the Prisoners and you're going to learn a new language. We need you to keep secrets, so you'll be speaking in bug when you need to update myself or Pluxiria."

He was rushed and upset at the delay, knowing he might have to repeat himself once the other two arrived.

OOC}} If you haven't already, purchase a second language for your spy :)

Restless. That was all Sharven felt lately. Pressure was put on him more and more as the warm days approached: all the cats around him were finding makes and having kits. Having never taken a mate, the Deputy found little interest in participating in this pass time. She cats were beneath them, and purely physical relationships were a distraction. Still, he felt his blood line needed to continue.

Restless. The grey tabby paced in front of the main cavern entrance. He couldn't keep still. He needed something to occupy him.

Sharven regarded Refuse briefly and looked away. He wasn't certain he had wanted company, but he wasn't certain he had wanted to be alone.

"Indeed. I was there. I left when I had my fill of petty she-cat fighting." He smirked, his golden eyes glinting. "It would be much more entertaining if they knew how to fight."

He had hoped Lala would win, however, it was most likely better if she didn't. It wouldn't raise any suspicion of favoritism among the other Prisoners if she remained low key.

He felt another presence near by, but did not feel in danger at all. Continuing to pace, he added, "Are you well?"

"Good." He said simply. "Now, have you heard or seen anything that need reporting?"

The next time he asked this question he would be talking in bug, that was for sure. For now, he needed to break his own rule and ask. They weren't ready yet to be in code, so their private meeting would have to be assumed as secure as possible.

"The she-cat games." Sharven sighed, his tail twitching behind him. "And life, here."

He relaxed his tense state and rolled to his side. Nothing wrong with a little comfort.

OOC: Sorry so late and short! Getting married in a month XD

"Yes," he chuckled, "they are."

Sharven was surprised, too, that Bellamy was allowed to fight, but none of his daughters were. Pluxiria was holding a double standard, but this wasn't common for a protective father. He wouldn't know -- since he still hadn't found a she-cat worth making his mate.

"Why do you want to fight so much?" He asked, curiously.

Sharven was disappointed to hear this. He was hoping for an excuse to stretch his claws, but it would have to wait. The tabby tom had been restless.

"Well, if that is all, we'll have your first lesson in bug," he said, his voice showing hints at his mood. "You will need to get used to using yous maw differently."

Sharven sat, dumbstruck by the scene before him. He didn't have words for the bickering and fighting that was occurring. His mouth hung slightly open as he watched with golden eyes, confused as to what to say to disengage them.

His brain had actually shut off while it happened. He felt as if he were just coming to. Singsong seemed to be the only one with words or rational.

"Just pipe down you too! You can't wish ill harm to your family!" He hissed. "You need to work this out, right this moment."

"I like the sounds of you," Sharven meowed as he joined the gathering of on-lookers. "Tell me more of your story."

OOC: light muse :)

Sharven finished listening to the tuxedo newcomer's story and nodded, a smile teasing the corner of his maw. He liked the spunk this cat had, but if he could so easily turn on his family without so much as a thought, how loyal would he remain to Skull? Yes, he was viscous and, as it seemed, strong. Those would do well here. Sharven needed cats he could trust, and Pluxiria would not be thrilled with a backstabber.

"You can try your place here," he meowed. "Keep in mind that we are now your family, and we will not take so kindly to your impulsive desires. You fight with us, you live with us, you die with us. No Skull is your enemy, only those wretched Clanners."