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  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    ooc. I'm sorry but I don't think Dawnbird is going to get away scot-free. o_o It's too unrealistic with, again, twenty odd blood thirty cats all going after her.


    [size=25pt]LAMBESIS.[/size]
    [size=6pt]teenage dreams in a teenage circus
    running around like a clown on purpose[/size]

    This was like a fun game of tag! Lambesis' tail lashed as he wiggled his way through the branches. It was a good thing his frame was built so light- none of the branches snapped under his paws. With a mighty spring, he launched himself into the tree the Clanner was in. Still giggling with joy, he scaled his way easily up the tree, until he was level with the Clan cat. "Boo!" He purred.

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    ooc. Dawnbird, once again, if you want she could become a captive of the Elite. (: They always need more females. (though she would be forced while there)


    [size=25pt]LAMBESIS.[/size]
    [size=6pt]teenage dreams in a teenage circus
    running around like a clown on purpose[/size]

    They won! Whoo! Lambesis body was shaking with pride, because he had helped. Peering over at his brother who'd scaled the tree with him, Lambesis said, "And that's why we're better then Clan cats." A few eccentric nods accompanied that statement.


    Slowly, he clawed his way down the tree, ripping bark up while he went. The tom landed gracefully, then turned his gaze towards the defeated ShadowClanner. His blue eyes became wide, curious as to if the gathered cats would follow through with their threats.

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    ooc. Nevermind. Nevermind the nevermind.


    [size=25pt]LAMBESIS.[/size]
    [size=6pt]teenage dreams in a teenage circus
    running around like a clown on purpose[/size]

    It was kind of strange, like crows massing around a carcass. The cats seemed to pour onto her.

  • The Place of Preparation - From the Crosswind [private: Saph, Mint, Cedar, Reqi]

    ooc. When exactly do you want them to strike, Mid?XD


    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    It hadn't been easy. The troop had searched high and low, even confronted several kittypets and loners for information. The wind, luckily, had been kind. His scent had been blown to them, and they had followed. Four Elite toms, not the kind of group you'd want to mess with. Each knew their mission: to find the gossiper, and bring him back alive. The information he had could be critical.


    Theo, Shay, and Dolan made good partners. Together, they would undoubtly catch Meddler.


    The black tom was found. The cats had his scent, and inched ever, ever closer.

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    Curiously, Brae watched the cats descend upon the she-cat. It was quite a shame, as she was a healthy warrior. The ShadowClanner would have made a great queen. Then something clicked in the back of his mind. He remembered the talk about kit snatching, and the need for a queen to feed the snatched kits. "Hold on!" His called was loud, demanding. "Don't kill her yet!"


    Padding quickly towards the throng of cats, Brae looked back at Capone and spoke so everyone could hear him, "Capone, don't we need a queen to feed the kittens we'll be snatching from the Clans we defeat? We could use her." To the other cats in the area, he turned his strong gaze to and added, "She'd be kept in our cellar, in our cages, where there is no chance of escape."

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    Hackles raising, the Elite tom stride over to Neruka. He would hold his ground on this issue. The she-cat was much better alive and in the Elite's cages then dead. "If you would pause in your unresting bloodlust for one second, you would realize that the Elite benefits from every she-cat." They were necessary to a poweful Clan, yet unfortunately only she-cats not interested in becoming queens seemed to join the Elite. Besides that, Brae wasn't one to kill she-cats for any reason. Males were a different animal, but she-cats deserved more careful handling.


    Turning to Envera, Brae let out a deep chuckle. "There is no escape from the Elite. We have two-leg created cages in our basement. The cage doors cannot be opened from the outside."

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    ooc. I'm sorry but I don't think Dawnbird is going to get away scot-free. o_o It's too unrealistic with, again, twenty odd blood thirty cats all going after her.


    [size=25pt]LAMBESIS.[/size]
    [size=6pt]teenage dreams in a teenage circus
    running around like a clown on purpose[/size]

    It was bloody stuff. While Lambesis had enjoyed the chance, suddenly the tom was feeling queasy about all the blood that was being spilled. The cats were cruel in their actions, acting not on reason but on vengeance. They all wanted to teach her a lesson, but what lesson could be taught to a dead cat?


    Tail tucking under his legs, the black pupil weaved his way around the cats, before padding over to Posh's, his little half sister, side. "Adult stuff is so strange." He mewed softly to her, lowering his head so he was on eye level with her.


    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    "I don't need to trust a cat to benefit from them." I don't trust half of the Elite, for that matter. Yet he worked with them daily, patrolled with the daily, and ate his meals with them daily. Trust was nothing but a pleasant bonus to be occasionally had. Snorting, Brae turned again to the tribe cat. "Neruka, you are being unreasonable. She is one cat, not the Clan. Take out your frustration on them, not a possible prisoner. As far as supplies go, the Elite is strong." It was true. There weren't many (any? ha!) kits in the Elite at current. All the cats were adults, capable of hunting. Brae was confident his group of cats could take in another mouth. Challengingly, Brae demanded, "Do you think that the Elite is incapable of feeding another mouth?"


    A cat tried to get past him. In one instant, the old tom's anger spiked. He threw out a heavy paw, claws sheathed, hoping to pop the stupid tom on the nose.

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    Brae began to relax. He could sense a victory coming. Most of the other cats had calmed down, and there were no cats currently trying to rip the ShadowClanner's fur off. "The Elite did well enough last winter. I expect we'll do fine this winter." Eyes narrowing, Brae told the tribe leader, "Why don't you let the Elite worry about who we can take, and who we can't. We feed off an entirely different prey source."


    Taking another step towards Neruka, the guard added, "A ShadowClanner taken prisoner will also injure ShadowClan. Beyond that, it will help strength an enemy of ShadowClan." The splotched tom could only hope that comment could pacify the feisty she-cat.

  • The Place of Preparation - From the Crosswind [private: Saph, Mint, Cedar, Reqi]

    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    Irritated, Brae glanced out of the corner of his eyes at Theo. No duh. The Elite tom thought, as he broke into a spring after Dolan and the scent trail. Curling his tail up, Brae used common cat sign language, like his brother had used, to say that it was time for the final chase. His muscles bunched and exploded, propelling the powerful old tom forward, after the meddling Meddler.

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    ooc. Dawnbird, settle down. There's still a chance Brae can convince, or at least, make the others not care enough to let her live. Otherwise, it's really not that hard to make a new character.


    Also, is Neruka mentally insane?


    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    "No!" Roared the tom. The stupidity of the tribe cats was truly getting to Brae. These were his enemies? It clearly was but dumb luck that this raggedy bunch had managed to defeat SnowClan. Neruka couldn't see beyond her own blood stained nose. Her warriors were just as bad. Muscles bunching, Brae launched himself at Annapolis, still with sheathed claws.


    Still, he didn't want to make enemies. But he wasn't about to let some twisted halfling kill a healthy she-cat who would make a fine queen. If he landed his blow, he would shove Annapolis and use all the force he could without claws or fangs.


    Then another cat landed on him. Immediately, Brae rolled out and knocked her lose. "ARE YOU TRIBE CATS OUT OF YOUR MINDS!?" His snarl easily reached the ears of all cats. It didn't even matter to the splotched tom that there was kits in attendance. "Are you willing to risk the alliance just so you can sink your claws into a she-cat who barely matters!?"

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    ooc. I believed I replied. He rolled and knocked the cat lose. But maybe you were confused because I had no clue as to if Catalyst was a boy or a girl, so I assumed a girl.


    Okay. Well, Brae is stubborn and doesn't like being told no when the person saying it is not his leader.


    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    Snorting, glaring eyes turned to Envera. "No ally uses claws on each other. Or did your mother never teach you that?"


    Brae ended up hitting Neruka. He did his best to push her, and leap away from her. The powerful tom went to stand protectively beside the she-cat he planned on bringing back to the Elite. "Taint? Do you believe in such things? Any kits she creates will be raised to be loyal Elite soldiers. She, on the other hand, will never be a true member." To emphasize his point and hopefully quell Neruka's worries, Brae threw a heavy paw at Dawnbird, hoping to knock her over and show how little he cared about the she-cat being treated well.

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    ooc. Okaaay then. Brae gives. Anyone mind if for simplicity I ignore the attacks on him after I last posted?


    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    A deep annoyed rippled out from the splotched tom. What a waste, what a waste. In a time when the Elite could use more she-cats, the tribe cats were going to go ahead and spoil everything. The mindless, point-enthusiastic idiots weren't going to listen to reason. They would only listen to claws. Stepping quickly to avoid Creed's attack, the tom aimed a smack at his attacker's head. Again, claws sheathed. Unlike the rest of the cats, he wasn't crazy.


    Shoving cats out of his way, the Elite warrior pushed his way through the crowd, to get away from the doomed she-cat. "****ing morons." The tom hissed under his breath, tail lashing. I'm not going to forget this. His gray olive eyes darted over to Neruka, watching her testily.

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    ooc. Dots - They're located in the Decrepit Mansion. :D


    [size=25pt]LAMBESIS.[/size]
    [size=6pt]teenage dreams in a teenage circus
    running around like a clown on purpose[/size]

    "Mommy, mommy!" Lambesis yowled, running over to his mother's side. "There was this she-cat from ShadowClan, and she tried to run but everyone- including me," He added this with a little bit of pride, before going back to his surprised tone, "caught her and they were going to kill her but suddenly this big tom with big brown spots on him stepped forward and he said the Elite would take her prisoner and make use of her, but that tribe cat lady didn't like it, and she started screaming about points but I'm not sure what point she was talking about but anyways then they started to attack the Elite tom guy and then there was a lot of blood and stuff and it was really weird and now I think the tom's given up and they're about to kill her!"


    Lambesis breathed heavily, having run out of air after his quick explanation.

  • The Place of Preparation - From the Crosswind [private: Saph, Mint, Cedar, Reqi]

    ooc. Slow down guys.XD We need Shay too. We don't have to finish this thread in an hour so... yea.XD


    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    The badgers barely slowed him down. He smelled them several yards back, and corrected his path so that he avoided the set. Dolan and Theo seemed to have similar ideas, and a moment later he found himself running with him. His brother had a plan, and signaled it with his ears. In a split second, Brae decided to follow Theo. The tom tore over the land, eyes ever looking for their target.

  • KILL.

    How about something with the Elite? :D They can be pretty blood thirsty, at least when it comes to males. A she-cats got a better chance of becoming a prisoner and being forced though.



    You could, hm... have Specklefur die in childbirth?XD
    How old is she?

  • I write like...

    Apparently I write like Cory Doctorow... wait, who? o_O


    *tries again*


    ... Cory Doctorow again? What the heck? D<


    *tries AGAIN*


    James Joyce?
    ... I know none of these people. D:

  • KILL.

    Sounds good to me. (:
    The Elite will be more then obliged to help. You know, cause they're sorta evil and all that jazz. ^^

  • The Good Life(ANTI-CLAN GATHERING!)

    [size=25pt]BRAE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]who shot that arrow in your neck?
    who missed the crimson apple?[/size]

    The splotched tom was sitting far away from the plotting cats, his shoulders hunched. It was clear that he was fuming, still furious at the tribe leader for her outrageous behavior. A cat that over looked reason, and instead relied on blood lust did not deserve to lead anything. Eventually she would lead her own Clan to death by chasing the death of others.


    And unfortunately, the Elite was hooked at the hip to the tribe. To the tribe, to the Sect, to the other antiClans. Without them, total domination would be not possible. Yet, how hard would it be for, like dominoes, the antiClans to fall?


    There was nothing the Elite guard could do about the situation, and it frustrated him. They needed the tribe, yet the tribe might end up ruining everything. His gray-olive eyes sourly darted amongst the leaders of the other antiClans, wishing they could be more like Capone. Smarter. Stronger. Sly. His bitter gaze rested on Neruka. Sane.


    Getting to his paws, the Elite padded over to his leader's side, ready to leave at her command.



    [size=25pt]LAMBESIS.[/size]
    [size=6pt]teenage dreams in a teenage circus
    running around like a clown on purpose[/size]

    The black tom's face surprisingly void of cheer. Deep in his stomach, the tom felt queasy. Slimy pink intestines, not those of prey, were draped over the bushes. It was one thing to kill to protect and strengthen; Lambesis could understand that.


    The ShadowClanner's death didn't feel like much good for the group. She had been one cat, in the wrong place with the wrong people. Maybe it was necessary, but it still seemed off. Lambesis found himself thinking, Do we really need to kill our enemies to win? Surely there were better ways to go about it. His innocent gaze couldn't tear itself away from the intestines strung in the bush. Lambesis got the feeling that deep down inside, the antiClan cats enjoyed themselves doing what they needn't do.


    That's why these attacks were being planned. That's why the bushes' leaves were stained with blood.


    Finally, Lambesis gave his head a good shake. Ha! What nonsense he was thinking. His family was an antiClan! They weren't entirely about killing. No, they were about defeating the bad guys, defeating the Clans. A smile returned to his muzzle, and he bounced to his paws and padded over to his family, ready to leave with everyone else.