Posts by Fangknife

A cat of absolute serenity sprung through the brush without a noise.

"Hello world. My name is Fangknife. You may have heard of me before... but I highly doubt it. I have been a loner for more moons than I can count. I am scarred. I am desolate. I am dismal. But, my mere existance makes a difference in this world. Because of what I am about to do."

Fangknife's thoughts consisted of just that as she bounded through the forest in total silence. Her eyes were the only thing that could be visible through the darkness, though the most lifeless part of her entire form. Her sleek, near black coat was long and slightly matted against her body as she moved swiftly through the forestry. Her scars were, however, always visible- the dull, yet somewhat bright, red and pink they were as they stood out above all other features on her body. She was a demonic looking creature with one goal in her life: to seek justice. And where she was headed right then was, no doubt, the beginning of inflicting justice upon where it was due. She was looking for loners who would join arms with her. She was looking... for knowledge.

High above the place of Gathering, a pair of eyes watched with a certain sulleness that could not be matched. The she-cat stared down at the land with a distraught gaze and shook her heavily scarred head. With a small sigh, she closed her one green and one brown eyes and turned- disappearing into the brush behind her without notice from any soul.

(See my thread that I made to join what's going on heeeere :P)

Haylo people. Um. Um. I don't even know why I'm here. Check out my. thread. that I started. Yeah. Okay. Bai.

When none looked, a muscular yet sleek, feminine figure entered the grove and grabbed Jay by his scruff. With a hiss, she turned tail, the small kit yowling in her mouth, and darted away quicker than any could follow her. Fangknife felt accomplished: she had her first ally and would make a fighter out of him if it killed her. A small grin fell to her face as she disappeared, leaving only the empty spot where Jay once lay as any trace of her existence at all. She was still unnamed, she was still unknown; just how she wanted it.

Fangknife slowed in her path before whirling around all together and peering straight up. Fangknife's eyes glittered with curiousity, yet holding another edge within them, for a mere moment. "You up there!" Her tail shot straight up as she yowled his way. There was a cunning dare to her gaze as Storm and her eyes met.

Fangknife's face ignited in a small grin at the cat's daring yet totally serene attitude towards her- not the normal reaction she got to her hideous body slathered in all of its scars. "Are you of a clan?" She asked in the same careless way the tom had spoke.

"How many moons old are you?" Fangknife questioned with a flick of her ears.

"Very well. My name is Fangknife. Won't you walk with me?" She jerked her head calmly to the side as if for him to follow.

How precious and perfect could this be... Fangknife smiled to herself, then quickly concealed it. "Where is your destination, dear one?" She asked as the two padded along, keeping at least two feet between each other, at a slow pace.

Storm made no notion to kill him for a second, and that was all the time it took for Fangknife to make a lunge for the wolf's stomach, tear into it with a ruthless yowl, and then proceed to slit the throat. It was a matter of moments and a life was ended. Fangknife's paws had hardly any blood on them, as the assasination had been so fast. She made a full 360 and sniffed the air. "I think that's all of them, but let's make for a tree to talk further." She lifted the kit into her mouth gently and darted up into a tree.

"Is everyone alright?" Fangknife asked, scanning the bodies of both Storm and Thunderkit.

Fangknife's form and voice appeared to emerge from a shadow that no one had noticed she had disappeared into in the first place. "We need to find somewhere more safe to talk," She hissed, coarsely. "If you two are two join me on my mission." She looked at them both with questioning, but, unlike Storm, certainly did not take the position of pity towards the kit. She'd seen worse death. She'd lived worse death... Fangknife blinked the memory as it struck her and proceeded to look at the two with the same questioning gaze.

Fangknife peered down at the little kit with not a speck of pity or care in her eyes, though in her soul she felt for the young one but she would never admit to it, and examined him. "Very well. Storm? Are you with us?" She flecked her attention to the older tom.

"Alright, both of you, follow me." Fangknife reached down to lift Thunderkit in her jaws. The small kit expected the gruff looking she-cat to have a coarse hold on her, but her mouth was smooth and like silk as the tiny tom dangled in her mouth. "Make not a noise until we arrive and I say so, make your path jagged, and pad in the small puddles and streams as we pass them. I don't want anyone picking up the kit's scent if they come looking for the mother." Fangknife turned to Storm with a severe expression. "No one can know I exist. Not yet." With that, she bounded off into the brush soundlessly, expecting Storm to follow.

He was a curious one, that 'Storm,' Fangknife thought to herself as she randomly glanced behind her while she went along to check and see if he was still following. But his cleverness in a stupid way was genius. A small grin crawled up her face, but soon dissolved. Fangknife rarely smiled. "When we get there," She muttered softly with the kit still dangling in her mouth. "You will meet my apprentice."

As the trio went along, the paths that could be traveled became narrower and harder to go through, and the cats found themselves hardly getting through occasionally, except for Fangknife who knew her way perfectly by then. After about an hour or so of traveling, the forest was completely shrouded in fog, and the cats were traveling by the simple smell of old track and memory. Finally, the trio reached a small crevice in a rock face, and Fangknife beckoned to Storm to follow, but for them both to remain silent. It became completely dark for awhile as they made their way through, but eventually light became visible and the end of the tunnel was seen; a massive cave with small cracks in the wall, allowing streams of light through. "You are free to speak now." Fangknife said as she gently dropped the kit to the mossy floor. "Welcome to my home..." Fangknife began, only to be interrupted by, "Master." A white cat, about eight moons old, appeared from behind a stone with questioning, deep blue eyes. "Who are these?" He asked with a very masculine voice despite his age. "Iceclaw, these are friends: Thunderkit," Fangknife gestured to the small kit on the floor. "And Storm." She pointed to the tom with her tail. Iceclaw appeared to be much more uneasy than Fangknife with the presence of the two in his home. "This is my apprentice, gentlemen."

Iceclaw, quite obviously trained to the core by Fangknife, began to become at ease as he read Fangknife's face. She was at peace, thus he was. His gaze fell to the kit curled up on the floor while Fangknife trotted over to the fresh kill pile and pulled out a mouse for everyone, tossing it their way, then placing one in front of herself. "Let's discuss."

"Storm, where are you from?" Iceclaw asked, casually munching on his mouse.

"No, he means where are you FROM- where were you BORN?" Fangknife clarified for Iceclaw.

Iceclaw stood, having finished his meal, walked over to Storm and leaned forward so he could taste his breath and said, "I think what we're trying to ask is who are you really?" "Iceclaw, that's enough." Fangknife interjected upon her apprentice with a harsh tone. "Every cat's business is his own- if he doesn't want to share it, he doesn't have to. I just wanted to know his heritage, is all."