| 11-13-09; What is This Madness; Sableclaw, Greencough, Chessa | |
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| Mirrorface | Nov 22 2009, 09:33 PM Post #1 |
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Sableclaw lay in the dark behind the Howl's boulder, oddly silent. Usually a loudmouth, the Tribe's newest member was feeling subduded by the shadows of the night and the constant pitter-patter of the rain. It was clear that most if not all the cats here were insane, and he wondered how long it would be until he faded into the madness. It was kinda fun though, he thought, to be on the border between insanity and rational thought. Like a razorblade-sharp stone cutter, it was, at the very least, an interesting life he now living. The tabby took a deep breath and let it out slowly, inaudibly. A pause, and then he got to his paws, pebbles shifting under his body. Standing, the feline turned, quietly as possible, and prowled over to the wall of boulders that seperated the camp from the rest of the territory. Most of the psychotic tribe members were dormant, and for now, the main part of the camp was silent like the grave. Greencough. Perched precariously on the egde of his rock, paying absolutely no heed to the water pouring down from the heavens, Howl stared at the new tabby. Adduhhhhh o_o. If only he knew the little bugger's name. This would be soo much more interesting if he knew just exactly who he was going to torment. Plus, the absence of his insane buddies Sickie and Darkie had seen the return of Svope, his imaginary fly. An imaginary fly who was now crawling her way around the new guy's ear. Perfect! Muscles tensed, legs bunched underneath him with his rump wiggling in the air, Howl of Dying Wolf, Mad Hatter extrodinaire, leapt off of his rock gracefully, aiming to land (probs not so gracefully) on the other cat in order to nom on his pet. { not you, Sabs, Svope } Chessa skipped her way across the slippery wet rocks in a small zig zagging pattern. A completely sane cat had wondered off into the wild to see life on her own, and boy would that be a big mistake. Gracefully she continued the hopping until her paws slipped and made her body start to tumble down the rock's sides. Letting out a loud yowl she landed a little hard on her left side. Oddly colored ears flicked atop of her small head as she cowered letting out a helpless mew to echo within the rocks, hopefully someone would be able to find her at this point. For the time being she could only lay and let the water collect on her stardust pelt. Mewing continued before she tried to move and then let out another yowl, something had been bruised, either it be her paw or her left set of ribs. Little heart sank as she curled her tail between her legs to show whatever came near how terrified she would be at this point. Sableclaw felt like a part of something greater, and it was glorious. He sat, attentive and alert, reveling in the chorus of nature. Even in this desolate, Gods-damned wasteland, there was much to enjoy. It was because of this that the cat heard the not-too distant call of a loner when he did. Verdant eyes flashing with the desire to protect his new tribe, the warrior whirled around, only to be met with the swiftly approaching face of his leader, who appeared like a crazed demon to the former loner. "Howl, it's me," cried the tabby, even as the other tom crashed into him, plowing the poor newcomer into stone wall. "Oh shit, my faaaa-" The animal groaned, trying to cross his eyes to assess the damage of his smashed visage. That didn't matter as much, though, as the healthy adult tomcat currently laying on his back. "Hay, Howl, there's a loner near the camp," growled the tom in annoyance, with a hint of tact. "you should go chase it off or recruit it." And you know, move your ass. Greencough. "Well of course it's you, silly. Who the hell else would it be?" Having successfully completed his task, the large tom was all set to gnaw upon the ear of the lighter cat, before noticing that Svope had flown away and escaped danger, as per freaking usual. Annoying shit. But, now that his concentration has been broken, let's see if anyone else saw that blunder, shall we? Bright green eyes scanned the surrounding area, ears pricked, before he pranced off to one of the surrounding boulders to check upon something. Pausing a bit to look back at the feline he had formerly been sitting on "Well come on, get yer nose offa the ground, there's something over here." The never-ending hunt for Svope was completely forgotten for the moment, and now that he actually on task, might as well try to get the newbie to shape up. "Honestly, yer a Climbing Vines cat now, laddy. Start acting the part." Chessa let out a few more mewing meows before her ears flickered as if hearing something in the distance. Harks twisted to lay upon her soaken skull as she then tried to get up, but this time with success and a painfull success at that. Cautiously she tried to make her way up the rocks but failed as it was too hard for her to stretch out, she could die in here! With that thought arising she started screaming in such a panic and confusion setlled in as she tried again on how to get out but failed, epically. Sableclaw blinked, more than a bit confused, but not really surprised. He was deep in the pits of Hell, now. Oh boy, this was going to be a ride to remember. As the leader got to his paws, Stone followed suit(e?) and shoow himself off, now muddy. Mother of the Gods, he wasn't a solider, he was a cat, and certainly not a happy one at the moment. Shaking his head, the feline came to the conclusion that he was going to die young and very cynical after living with this tribe. "Yes, Howl, sorry," droned the tom, already feeling the apathy seep into his pores. Fabulous. He would follow his leader to the camp's edge, clamber up onto the rocks, and look around for the source of that Godsawful sound. Greencough. With the words he had just spoken forgotten, Howl skipped up the rocks as only a madman can, almost drunkenly and uncaringly. The slight noise that he had barely head above the rain had suddenly intensified, and he intended to sternly wag his... paw? at the perpetrator for disrupting the peace of the camp, again ignoring that it had probably been him that had done that. # Baby I know sometimes it's gonna rain # but rain it was not, it was seemingly more like a hurricane, much like Ty's hormones. # but baby can we make up now cause i can't sleep through the paaaaain # Wait. Pain? Baby? Sleep? SVOPE!! The now frantic bossman looked around wildly-shit i hate this song. DAMN YOU LADY GAGA- before noticing that the rock that was his current perch was not only close to his den, but right above the source of the wailing screech. "Well hellloooo there. Mind shutting up?" Chessa was starting to let fear take over her mind before her pale green hues locked onto a new targer or creature. Letting out a small scared mew she just stared up at it before hearing such a rude thing come from it's mouth. Scared she scooted back towards the wall feeling her rump bump into it as she said, "I'm sorry... I just got scared, I don't know where I am or anything... And I think I'm quite hurt... Can I get some help?" She coos to the tomcat above her, maybe there would be some sort of sympathy. Sableclaw blinked at the prone female, every cell in his goddamn body urging him to leap down there, grab the she-cat by the neck, and yank until she was free of the stoney prison (and possibly her head) so that he could return it to his leader. Kissass. Either way it wasn't going to happen, but the gorey scene played over in his mind. Back in reality, or whatever life was called in Climbing Vines, the tom turned to face his leader, hissing. "What would you have me do, Howl? I could easily retrieve the she-cat, and just as easily make sure she never screams again." The loner's life rested in the mangled mind of the mad hatter's pet cat. What a dreadful fate. Greencough narrowed his eyes at the trapped female, "Yeah, see, here's the thing. When I asked you to shut up, it wasn't really a question. And," now turning to the Trooper, "as much as I would enjoy a messy sacrifice to the Brethren, unfortunately, Whirling Winds has been acting up lately." Then again, that's one more mouth to feed and one more idiot to train to shut her damn mouth when she's talking to the Bossman. You may be wondering how one can shut their mouth while talking. Short story is, you can't. But Howl doesn't paticularly care about things like that, do you? Howl agrees. "But, but all means, please drag her out of that hole and away from my den." After all, killing the scrap might be a waste, but no one ever said no to a little mauling. And no one messes with the Bossman's den. No one. Not even him. Not even Svope. Well.... maybe Svope. Chessa's flickered as her eyes got wide on what freaks she had stumbled onto. She was a cat, just like them a fellow feline and never saw some that were so ferocious! Mewing lightly as the small yearling curled up tighter not wanting to be killed she squeaks, "No please... Don't hurt me worse.." But then takes the advice to shut up. Tail being tight to her body she curls up into the tightest ball she can even though it killed to do so in order to keep sanity to her, they couldn't do this! Sableclaw had some inkling that the seeds of madness had been thus planted, but that was okay because Howl was making some form of twisted sense! An order, sweet Gods a somewhat clear order! The tomcat nodded, recalling an unfortunate run-in with a Ret Tribe patrol, and the months it'd taken to recover before he'd come accross Climbing Vin- Chessa left and didn't come back. If she doesn't come back by 11-24-09, she will be declared dead at the paws of Sableclaw. |
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