do you feel the collapse? [red]

[CLICHÉ]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/tattered2.png] The tom lashed his tail back and forth and slide silently through his clans territory and into fourtrees. He looked back into the dark pine trees of Shadowclan, grumbling to himself. He knew what Silverstar had assigned him to do, but where to start or how to follow through with his duty was the tricky part. He didn't know which clan currently had kits, or even which clan would be the easiest to raid. They say it would be Windclan. Windclan was the weakest, correct? It shouldn't be hard to snatch the oldest kits and run for it. Silverstar wanted kits so he could train them early and get them ready for the raid he planned to do. But the tom wondered if pissing off the other clans so soon, before they had enough numbers, was the right idea. But, of course, he wasn't going to be defiant. He trusted Silverstar. Or at least respected him. So, he knew the battle plan. He had to sneak into the nursery, stage it so it looked like a fox or badger had snatched up the kits. But that also meant he had to roll in fox dung. And that certainly wasn't the best part of this job. Especially since he had long fur. It would probably take him moons to get it all out. Growling lightly, he leaped on to highrock easily and looked around, his eyes shifted to each tree and then to each pathway that lead to each clan. Which clan to go to first? Leaf-bare was well on its way, so he knew better then to go for Riverclan, they had the river, they would probably be fat and plump all through the season. His head whipped to Windclan's side. They were the weakest. Or were they? He whipped his head to look at the pathway to Skyclan. That was the clan that Silverstar had wanted to take down first. Why not take their kits now? A wicked grin crossed his muzzle. He lashed his tail back and forth, taking in the moment. He rather enjoyed being this high up and feeling like he owned this place. He had all night to stage his attack, why not take his time? He knew why he couldn't take his time. Silverstar wanted him back as soon as possible. Grumbling, he jumped down easily and took steps closer to the Skyclan border.

[Redwing]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/1red2.png] The still night air hung lightly about the Clan-place with the large boulder and the four great oaks. The still night hung, just waiting to be disturbed and so it was by a slender ginger tabby shape that drew herself carefully out from the trees and shrubbery, out into the clearing. The light of the crescent moon weakly illuminating her pelt and making her slate grey eyes gleam and they did brightly as she glanced about her into the darkness. She could sense the other cat nearby and kept one ear swivelled as she listened for them however she remained unmoved by the possibility of being in danger, she was far more attuned to taking life as it came. The she-cat opted instead to relax in the shadows beneath the boulder and carefully groom her fur. Her delicate paws were aching from too much travel on the hard warm surface of the monster-path that day and welcomed her tongue rasping over them and the feel of the soft forest beneath them as she set them down gently. The loner was, as her titled insinuated, alone she had been chatting with a few Kittypets over the day however as was inevitable all of them had promptly left when their twoleg’s called for them and shook the tin containing their dinner, the rattling instantly making her hungry, so she had slipped into the forest to hunt, she had brought down a thrush earlier that was now laying at her paws as she began to eat, first she had to pluck the feathers, she grabbed each between her teeth and tugged, they came free easily, a lot shedding blood. She began to eat in earnest; her sharp teeth making razor like incisions into the tiny corpse, blood marring her teeth and her hunger building. She continued her meal peacefully, tearing small chunks off of the little creature as she did so.

[CLICHÉ]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/tattered2.png] The tom was so close. He was so close to stepping into Windclan territory when he heard a noise. A noise that made him curious enough to turn around and look. His eyes narrowed as he caught scent of a cat. A she-cat to be more exact. A smirk played across his muzzle as he watched her for a moment, barely being able to see her under the shadow of the rock. But he could still see her, and he could see the faint movement of her grooming herself. He had to think for a moment. Should he leave her be and just go to the Windclan and try his luck with the kits? What would Silverstar want him to do? He pondered this for a moment longer. If he brought back a she-cat instead, Silverstar could be thrilled. That would be one more warrior that would be able -forced or not- to fight for Shadowclan. But it wouldn't be kits. Then again, it wasn't like the tom would be able to carry more then one kit on his own anyway. A she-cat would be much more useful. Sure, she'd have to carry the kits for two moons, but that would bring the clan at least 2 kits that could be trained to fight for Shadowclan. That was good. That would make Silverstar proud of him, right? Smirking wider, he finally decided his plan of action. Padding up to the she-cat, he inhaled her scent silently. She wasn't even a clan cat, but a loner. She was a nobody. Nobody would come looking for her if he forced her back to Shadowclan with him. "I don't think its very safe for you to be on clan territory dear." He said, breaking the silence. He circled her slowly, trailing his fluffy tail along the length of her body. How could Silverstar not be proud of him when he dragged this one back? She was fit enough to make a fine warrior substitute. notes~ sorry this is so bad. My muse like committed suicide xD

[Redwing]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/1red2.png] The she-cat remained entirely unaware of the imminent danger, her muscles not even the slightest bit tense, perhaps a Clan patrol would pass her and either leave her be, greet her and warn her off in which case she would politely announce she had meant no harm but would instead leave the territory or they would attack her, if this occurred she would flee, she was impulsive and curious but not at all mousebrained. So in her pondering of the possibilities she was caught unawares by the tom, her nose picking up his scent to late and as her head snapped up he was there. His scent was highly similar to the warrior she had previously been acquainted with; Duskpelt and so she decided he must be from the same Clan, this was good, maybe he would be just as civil. She recalled the power in Duskpelt’s muscles and the dangerous glint in his eyes, the shroud covering his true self from Eden but not dense enough to hide it from the ginger tabby. For Red was, and she was very much aware of the fact, rather adept at reading cats, if she had no other skills that was her strength. So when she looked over at the hulking tom with his green eyes that shone with cunning and grim intent, though what said intent was she had no clue – however it would not end well for her, that much she knew, when she gazed upon this tom she was struck with a sense of caution, a wary instinct, one that was unusual for the outgoing she-cat and as he ran his tail over her body she was forced to fight her own impulse to shudder. "I don't think its very safe for you to be on clan territory dear." The words filled her with dread and she watched him carefully as he circled, not breaking his gaze even to search for an escape route. “I travel through Clan territory an awful lot, you Clanners just never seem to notice.” She replied smoothly, skill number two was her ability for stealth, when trying she was very near to impossible to notice – a skill she made use of when spying upon the Clan cats to aid her in sedating her so far insatiable curiosity about their ways of surviving, not simply surviving but thriving. To try and leave his sights she stood up gracefully and stepped backwards away from the rock, stepping neatly away from the shadows and out into the light, her slate grey eyes gleaming, she wouldn’t run yet, she wouldn’t try to escape as of yet, perhaps simply talking could aid her. “If you’d rather I will leave.” She said with a friendly tone trying to seem as non-threatening as she could. A bonus to this technique was that many cats underestimated her intelligence for some unknown reason when she spoke cheerfully to them, she prayed he would be one and take her for a foolish loner who had simply wandered to far… no that was impossible after her earlier statement. She winced at the fools move she had made, hopefully he would still let her leave. She could fight him and she’d probably leave scars however fighting was not one her skills, she was average at best having never received proper Clan training, however her chances of winning the fight were almost non-existent… ((Should we make a warning about this thread? o3o PS. MUSE=DEAD DDD:))

[CLICHÉ]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/tattered2.png] The tom narrowed his eyes and let out a harsh chuckle. So she had been through clan territory often? He had a hard time believing Shadowclan was one of the clans she had been through before. She wouldn't be standing here if a Shadowclanner had come across her in their territory. His clanmates weren't really one's to show remorse on a silly loner. If they were a loner, they were obviously nobody's. Not that him or his clanmates cared if they killed a somebody either. If you were on Shadowclan territory where you didn't belong, you were prey. That was simply the way it went. He eyed the she-cat for a moment longer, debating what he should say. Should he lead her on and make her believe he was the good guy, or just go right for what he wanted? He decided to go with his second idea. He didn't have all night. "Really, you have?" He questioned simply, not all that interested in what she had to say. He moved closer to her then, smirking dangerously. "We notice love, trust me." He whispered softly, twitching his tail. He stepped back from her when she stood up, looking at her when she finally moved into the light. She wasn't that bad looking as a matter of fact, Silverstar would be pleased. He stayed in the shadows though. He fit in there better, and he knew he could be just as mysterious. The way she was backing up, he wondered if she was starting to realize that something wasn't right. If this was the case, her instincts were spot on. Quickly stepping into the light to reveal himself completely, he circled her quickly. His tail trailed around her before he grinned. "No, its alright. You can stick around for a little bit." He said softly, twitching his ears as he glanced at the profile of her face. He looked up at the moon quickly, wandering how much time he had left before dawn broke. He needed to be home before then. Narrowing his eyes, he gazed back at the she-cat. notes ~ Nope, no reason for a warning xD My muse is still dead by the way, so bare with me.

[Redwing]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/1red2.png] The sleek furred ginger she-cat’s slate grey eyes widened a little as she became nervous, finally becoming aware of the apparent danger she was in. She had heard stories of toms behaving in such a way and it was not a good sign, perhaps showing him that she wasn’t interested would work to save her from his frightening gaze. The tall she-cat stepped backward again, making her body language more aloof, trying to show a distinct lack of interest in the dangerous seeming Clan cat. She resisted the urge to unsheathe her claws; wanting to appear uninterested however she did not want to appear a threat to the tom. She could see the power in his movements, the dangers lurking in his eyes, and what she saw she did not like. She backed up another step, lifting her head, but keeping her chin tucked into her neck so as not to leave her throat too open for attack. “I dare say the use of ‘love’ was a little inappropriate, don’t you think?” She said in a flippant and slightly haughty tone, this did not come naturally to the ginger loner however and if one looked then they could see through the farce with ease. She regarded the tom again, noting his proximity and stepping a further step back to avoid the tail that crept towards her to run along her sides in a way that made her entirely uncomfortable. Her eyes narrowed with a silent warning, although this was – again – empty and simple to see through as she could not back it up with her slight power against the might of this warrior with his superior mass and the skill of his training and experience in battle, she allowed her claws to slip partially out, a reflex that she was unable to suppress. ((RIP CLICHE's and Red's muses XD))