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"This isn't 'home' either," Grayshale pointed out. "Our home was destroyed. We have no home -- this is just nothing."

There was no way that Geyserpaw could bring himself to accept a dare after all that. "Truth," he answered hastily.

OOC: :) Yes, otherwise known as powerplaying. And I hate to play super-powerful characters, simply because I know how annoying they are.

It took little conscious effort to ignore the large enemy. Letifer felt true exhilaration as he considered his options. This was what he did best: he figured out how to kill, and he did it. He seemed to be facing three opponents: Mini, Magic, and Serendipity (he didn't know their names, so he mentally numbered them, but it's simpler here to refer to them by name.)

Mini was the largest and the most dangerous physically. His size might have limited his speed, but Letifer couldn't count on it; he liked to focus his strategy on killing the weakest first and then moving on, so he resolved to stay away from Mini as much as possible, at least at first. It helped that he seemed to be turning away from the imminent conflict. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to reach Letifer in time.

Magic was a wildcard. Letifer couldn't tell whether she would be a dangerous fighter. He mentally put her aside.

And that left Serendipity, whose fighting ability Letifer had already acquainted himself with. In the language of fighting that Letifer had mentally developed, he went over her strengths and weaknesses: she parries low and jabs high, and hesitats on side tricks, presupposing rushes... strong point: front forward, perhaps left a bit, weak: contrary and non-counter. These words may have meant little to anyone besides Letifer, but to him, they were all he needed to kill.

And that left the matter of Mini and Magic. Letifer knew too little about them, so he resolved to bypass them to get straight to Serendipity. A fake rush or two, followed by a quick duck, would probably do the trick. Once he reached her, his plan of attack, put in simple terms, was to confuse her with a fake rush, quickly rake her right shoulder, meet the turning of her head with a shove, and take advantage of her altered momentum to bring his teeth within easy reach of her vital vein.

And with ease aided by experience, Letifer launched himself at Serendipity, successfully wove through to reach her directly, and began.

"Are you kidding?" Geyserpaw grinned back at Mintpaw. "You think I'd choose a dare after that?" He shook his head emphatically.

OOC: That was an epic post. Also, Plague is really messed up. Really, really messed up. Frighteningly so.

Letifer scarcely afforded these occurrences a glance. His attention, as always, was on his target: he was oblivious and uncaring toward the momentous events that had just taken place. A death, a life. Revenge fulfilled, revenge planned. Destructive undoing and destructive repair.

He was just there to fight.

So, what does everyone think of the new update?

I like tripwires. :) I've already made a tripwire lava trap to protect my gold on my server.

OOC: :) It was a squirrel.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Blackpaw said quickly. "You don't need to worry about that." He was still baffled as to why she had really shown him -- why couldn't she have just shown a WindClan apprentice? Why wouldn't it be far more dangerous to show someone from another Clan?

And then he realized in a rare and sudden flash of insight: this had been the only opportunity she had really had to show anyone. She couldn't show any WindClanner because she was a WindClanner, and her Clanmates would immediately think of her as disloyal. So when Blackpaw had stumbled across her path, it had been a freakish coincidence: she had needed someone from another Clan, preferably someone young, and he had just happened to be trespassing (for the first time in his life, also). It couldn't have been coincidence. StarClan, perhaps?

"And... uh..." Her question confused him, and he shook his head slowly. "There wasn't any reason I was trespassing. I was just... well, you know, I lost track of where I was."

For both her censure and her praise, Thrushpaw reacted almost exactly as could be expected.

He listened to Roseglow's recommendations with a solemn expression; his muscles were tightened, his jaw was clenched, his thin brown tail was twitching very slightly at the tip, and his eyes were closely studying a particular patch of dirt between himself and Roseglow. He settled into a sitting position, slowly and silently nodding his head to what she said.

When she changed her tune to encouraging praise, his entire poise noticeably -- though not excessively -- brightened: his eyes lifted and regained their happy spark; his tail's movements grew more pronounced, and the muscles all over his body seemed simultaneously to relax and to fill with a new energy. Most strikingly, a thin smile spread across his face -- not one of dissimulation or the euphoria of novelty, as before, but a plain and simple smile of joy.

It's amazing what a powerful effect words can have on the spirit.

The most electrifying of Roseglow's words, however, came at the end, and caused the euphoria to return, supplanting the contentment. It took a pronounced effort for Thrushpaw to squelch an inappropriately enthusiastic reaction, but the smile on his face was enormous as he replied, "Yes. Sure." Those two words were spoken in a comically unusual tone of voice: he had been attempting to speak in a casual voice, but his giddiness had forced his voice to crack, and they had come out instead as an excited squeak.

With those words, he had sealed himself into a far-reaching agreement, the consequences of which he could not fully appreciate at the time. His entire life was in the paws of this warrior. It was her influence, and hers alone, even above that of Thrushpaw's parents and siblings, that would push his mental processes in certain directions. It was her guidance upon which he would rely in situations of emotional distress or moral ambiguity -- and he could have had no way of knowing how unusually serious those would be, for himself in particular, a mere two moons down the road. It was her physical training that would protect him in battle and in hunger; it was her mental training that would protect him from treachery and surrender. The ideals he would embrace, the perils he would shun, the life he would lead -- it was hers, for now, right now.

Blackpaw nodded, understanding why he had to stay away. He had a dangerous secret, and if he were to visit without permission, he could unwittingly betray that secret. Of course he knew that he'd miss Flame's sparky enthusiasm and Reef's wide-eyed persistence, but then again... he could just consider it his punishment for trespassing in the first place.

And then he grimaced, remembering that he'd have to purge the scent from his fur. That would not be fun.

And then, he realized that this was probably the last time he would ever see Clamorsong, except possibly at Gatherings -- did she go to Gatherings? Probably not -- they would be an ideal opportunity for her to spend uninterrupted time at the Haven.

Awkwardly, not really knowing what to say, he said, "Bye..."

"What stuff?" Grayshale asked in return. Deliberate ambiguity always bothered him.

Well, that's rather strange.

The thing that bothered me most is what happened to signs. All of the ones on the entire server seemed to clear and lose their text.

Letifer had anticipated taking the counterattack from Serendipity, and he had known that he would not be able to dodge it. But then again, every good fight has its injuries on both sides. He turned himself again to minimize the impact of the leap, he maintained his footing yet again by no more than a hair, and he resumed.

Ears next. Blood was trickling across Letifer's face and shoulders. Carefully, after a moment of calculation, he aimed a tremendous cuff across the side of Serendipity's head.

Make a mob tower! Now there's excitement...

OOC: If anyone wants to get that badge, I'll help. :) I'm good at long posts.

TWB

Geyserpaw's smile faltered, then flickered out. "I, uh..." He thought frantically: there were so many little things he could think of, but none of them would really satisfy the answer to this question. He'd teased his brother Thrushpaw; he'd scratched his younger brother Circlekit... But that wasn't good enough. "Er..." He'd once wished his mother dead. He had said bad things about a friend behind his back. Still not good enough... He concentrated further: "Um..." He had once picked up a fresh ThunderClan scent while hunting alone, but he hadn't investigated or told his mentor. Was that good enough? Was there anything else? "Uh....." And suddenly he had it: the worst incident he could think of. "You guys know the rules, right?" he asked hesitantly. "You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. Right?"

And then it suddenly occurred to him that Lanipaw probably already knew what it was. Not only that, she probably now knew every single one of those bad things he had thought about.

How might I go about finding out who plays the HPs of a particular canon Clan (i.e. ThunderClan, RiverClan, etc.)? Is the information posted somewhere?

I'm currently looking for WindClan's in particular. Nothing helpful seems to be pinned in any board.

Thank you! That's exactly what I needed.

Yes. Thank you all. Locking now.