OOC: How bout.. italics is mind speaking, and "quotes" are out loud...?
IC:
I swooped lower so I was beside the female dragon. Hi. My show-off side of me took over and I decided to do some fancy flying tricks. I twirled through the air, trying to keep from getting dizzy, then stopped to see what she thought. I aimed to impress the ladies.
OOC. Okay, sorry, I just got confused... O.o
I scrunched up my nose in disgust. I'm a ShadowClan cat. I listen to ShadowClan and ShadowClan only. I hissed back and clawed at her again. I turned around to see what other kits were in the nursery. What other kits had these rogues stolen?
Below, I saw another dragon, a blue one. Very blue. I slowed my pace of flight as I saw her coming closer. My tail swished back and forth, slicing through the clouds and the air.
"No!" I retorted. I didn't want another ShadowClan cat to have to be dragged here or anything. "ShadowClan cats belong in the ShadowClan territories! Not in this dead rabbit hole," I growled.
I suddenly bolted down to the ground, like lighting, but landed like a feather. I sat down and folded up my wings. I sat proudly with my head high, waiting for the females to follow me if they wished.
Cavalier's POV
I'm Cavalier. I'm a Blackheart Rogue. One of the most notorious, if you ask me, or pretty much anyone else in the clan. I was born and raised as a loner, a rogue, and a killer. I once considered joining BloodClan. But, Blackheart was my home, and my home it would be. I was born a Blackheart Rogue, I live as a Blackheart Rogue, and I'll die as a Blackheart Rogue.
Yea, I'm a she-cat. Yea, I'm a notorious murderer. But it's my job in the clan. And I'll do it willingly.
I was given an assignment from the leader of Blackheart. I had to gather a group of rogues to help defend our territory against the onslaught of BloodClan warriors. It had always been my dream to fight and defeat BloodClan. Now was my chance. I walked over to an old abandoned shed. This was where our most notorious warriors stayed. We know how to survive in the worst climates. I scanned around, but then decided to ask instead. "I was chosen to gather a group of cats," I began, my voice low and gravelly, "to defend the Blackheart Rogue territories from the wrath of BloodClan. Who's with me?"
"You promised I'd be able to go back to ShadowClan!" I spat. I glared at the she-cat who brought me here, my claws unsheathing.
I followed closely behind Eaglekit, looking around every corner for the leader.
I dipped my head slightly and respectfully.
"I don't like it here!" I decided. "ShadowClan is my only home." I turned around to face the other kits in the nursery. This place didn't smell like ShadowClan. It smelled terrible. Like a rotten pile of not-so-fresh-kill.
I'm SilverWing, I replied. I was taught to respect others. I did it without even thinking. Where are you from?
Silverpaw's POV
I inched closer to the elder. I always enjoyed stories. "What are the powers of the moon?" I asked, curious.
OOC: Good idea. XD
IC. I listened to the two female dragons converse with each other, trying to remember every piece of information that came out of their mouths.
Black Death's POV
I stalked through the old dying trees of the Dead Wood Forest. The bare trees provided no shelter from the wind and rain of the storm. Lighting shattered the sky and thunder resounded, as though a giant cat in the StarClan was stomping on the clouds, making it rain harder and harder as he walked. I shook off my fur again, even though it did no help. I just got wet again anyways.
Miserable. That's what I was: Miserable. I made my way to an old abandoned building on the edge of the Blackheart Rogue territories. I sighed. This was my home, but I wasn't satisfied with it. We didn't do anything productive, well, not in my opinion.
The door creaked open, and I casually strolled inside, stopping to lick my paws and shake off quickly. To the left were some other warrior rogues, settled on old bales of straw. I leaped onto one and began to lick myself, trying to get dry faster. Stupid rain.
I wanted an adventure, somewhere not within Blackheart Rogue territories. Everything here was so gloomy and dark. Or maybe I could just run away from it all. Join a real clan... Never have I met any Blackheart Rogue cat who shared my same feelings. So I guess I was on my own...
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Yea, there's got to be at least one more... water dragons are rare, but there's more than one in this world. We've gotta find another one, else the species will go extinct! I growled quietly to myself. I unfolded my large pale blue wings and looked to the sky. I turned to the water dragon, Do you know where you would most likely find water dragons? Like.. salt water, fresh water, waterfalls?
That's a lot of places to search... I flapped my wings, bending the leaves and branches away from me. I took to the sky, scanning for the nearest water, the lake. Esperre Lake is the first body of water; let's try there first, I suggested. I roared, blowing fire that collided with the clouds.
OOC. I'm a she-cat, btw. ;)
IC.
The other she-cat managed to break free of my grasp. I rolled over quickly to face her. "Trespasser!" I spat, glaring icicles at her. "This land belongs to the Blackheart Rogues, no one else. If you stay within our borders, you'll either die fighting, or become a rogue of the Blackhearts." I growled lowly, baring my teeth and showing them off. With unsheathed claws, I swatted at her chest, so if she ducked, her face would be scratched, if she jumped, perhaps I'd get her paws. But if she backed up or went to the side, I'd probably miss, unless I got lucky.
I could tell she was malnourished. Her ribs told the story. I could make them out under her pelt.
Esme's POV
I padded along the sidewalk by the abandoned buildings, scanning for some easy meal. The mice here were fat and rather slow, always eating the two-legged's leftover junk. I turned left down an alleyway and crouched by some empty cardboard boxes and pounced on the small rodent. With a quick bite to the neck, it was dead, and I had my meal. I quickly swallowed the mouse and turned back to sneak into one of the empty buildings, where many of the other Blackheart Rogues stayed.
