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Post by silentstar on Dec 3, 2006 19:51:47 GMT -5
Slipping silently in and out of the shadows a dark tom paced restlessly about the camp. The dark sillhouettes of shrubs and trees were only just visible. The moon was small, a cheshire moon most called it. It was a very thin cresent, almost invisible. And the stars, useless things that they are, provided absolutely no relief from the blackness. They were merely pretty little ornaments. A thick blanket of silence shrouded the night, not even the owl hooted. It was peaceful, yet at the same time eerily devoid of life. It was as if, right after dusk, the whole forest had suddenly died.
Silentstar's lip curled in a sneer, silent paws continuing to fall upon the dusty ground. Miserable choice for a camp, this. When he'd been a rogue, no cat would dream of placing their band in such an open area. A hawk or owl could grab a cat at any moment, while the sides were surrounded by shrubs, which were far from impenetrable, the top was entirely unprotected. This was why rogues typically placed their bands in caves, tunnels, and mountain sides. It was far, far more sheltered. If they wished to be successful, they couldn't afford to lose any cats.
A certain scorn had long since taken root in Silentstar's heart. Clan cats were all so stupid. Sharing prey even when it was scarce, not bothering to take what they need from someone else. Rogues were not only better prepared for attack, but infinitely more intelligent. They took what they could get. ensuring that only the strongest, most useful cats would survive the winter. Then, with the weaklings weeded out, they grew more powerful with each passing year, natural selection doing its job well. Here the old and weak were treated with the utmost respect, despite the fact that, in battle, they would only get in the way.
And, of course, this warrior code was all a farce. Why shouldn't a cat take what he needs from someone else? What was the point of respecting boundaries when it was so much more beneficial to ignore them? It was pure stupidity. But, perhaps, under his rule ShadowClan would learn to forsake such laws and permit only the bravest and most competent to remain in the clan. One could only hope. There had to be some cats with a heart as black as his. All he needed to do was make sure he kept the position of deputy occupied by such cats and then someone with a similar mind frame and values would always be in control. Always. Then, given time, ShadowClan would be truly great.
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Post by dream. on Dec 4, 2006 20:07:26 GMT -5
Shining green, almond shaped eyes glinted in the night. A tail swished, and white fur bristled. The feline slipped out of the warriors den, muscles rippling under his shaggy white pelt as he padded over to the only other visible shape in camp. As the cat approached his leader, he felt a pang of uneasyness. Silentstar was, by far, the most powerful warrior in all of Shadowclan. The cat didn't doubt his leaders strength one bit, and that was why he feared so greatly. He knew his leader wouldn't hesitate to do anything...
"Silentstar..."
Terror bowed his head low, in great respect. Terror knew...remembered...how he had to treat this great leader. Once, they were rouges together. Terror chose to stay with Silentstar, as he knew that he was better off with him, than against him.
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Post by silentstar on Dec 5, 2006 18:05:58 GMT -5
Without turning to look at his old acquaintance, Silentstar growled, "Our territory is far too small, Terror. Our's is the strongest clan and therefore we deserve the most land." His pale eyes narrowed, silently he began to wonder how he should go about aqciuring this new territory. An invasion wouldn't work, then it would leave the other clans justified in an attack. While he could fight off any cat who dared oppose him, war was such a tedious way of doing things. There had to be a simpler way. Bloodshed, while entertaining, always weakened both sides.
Perhaps... Perhaps if there was a debt to be paid, leaders would be more willing to part with their territory. Baiting other clans into invading shouldn't be hard. Prey was plentiful; their pine forest was an ideal place to find all manner of creatures and, unlike the feeble trees of ThunderClan, their trees retained their leaves and continued to shelter the clan. Then, should another cat tresspass, thenhe could make his first move. Of course, ThunderClan would be the first logical target. RiverClan had nothing of interest but the river. Save for fish, there wasn't enough prey to drastically improve ShadowClan's situation. What did WindClan have other than scrawny rabbits? ThunderClan, however, had the bulk of the forest. Voles, mice, shrews, and birds all inhabited most parts of the territory. No matter which part their leader gave up, it would be an asset to ShadowClan.
Silentstar's lip twitched into a wicked smile. It would be all too easy; the other clans were so in love with their warrior code. They would never dream of anything but playing nice. It made them all so weak, so terribly vulnerable. They would all be easy prey and, when they had no territory left to give, Silentstar would take them over. It would start out with the clan leader taking the place of deputy. Once a few unfortunate accidents took place and the deputy passed on, the balance of power would fade. A ShadowClan cat would be made deputy and, by then, it would be too late. Given time, ShadowClan would rule the entire forest.
Silentstar loathed the phrase, despite the truth of it. It had been so, dreadfully over used. There had been tyrants before him as well as cats trying to take over the forest. All of them had made the same promise, but all of them were too stupid to think of a well-rounded plan that would leave room for error. With all the past plans, the moment something went wrong the entire effort collapsed. Silentstar would not make the same mistake. He was far, far too intelligent and ruthless to allow that to happen. Ah! That was what the past dicators had lacked: intelligence! It was they key for success! Without carefully planning and a great deal of foresight, any attempts for a take-over would fail.
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Post by dream. on Dec 5, 2006 19:31:02 GMT -5
Almond shaped eyes, marrowed to the position of young power, twinkled like stars in the moonlight. Terror knew he was one of the strongest cats in the clan, but he knew, also, that before he could seriously help his leader, he would have to prove himself worthy of knowing Silentstar's plan.
But, one of the things that made a Shadowclan warrior worthy, was the no hesitation rule. No hesitation to fight. No hesitation to steal. No hesitation to cheat. No hesitation to lie. And most of all, no hesitation to kill.
How could he prove his loyalty, once again?
Ambition flared in the young warriors eyes. How great it would be to have authority and power like Silentstar...
Maybe...just maybe...
Terror thought.
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Post by silentstar on Dec 6, 2006 19:51:21 GMT -5
Silentstar seemed to understand what Terror was thinking. He hissed, "Kill anyone and I'll personally run you out of the forest. Fighting comes later." His turned to glare at his old acquantance through narrowed yellow eyes. The old oaf had always been eager to kill. But killing without strategy and planning did absolutely nothing. Time and intelligence had to be taken into account. One should wait for an opportunity to present itself and then, and only then make their move.
He stalked off to his den, muscles rippling beneath his short black pelt. A sneer of disdain crept across his lips as he cast a final glance over his shoulder. This was what he had to work with. A bunch of half-wits and a territory that was far too small. Sadly, he needed to wait before he could extend the territory. No unjustified theft or murder. Though, once there was a tresspasser, then ShadowClan could begin their conquest. Pay in territory or pay in blood would be the demands. And the ThunderClan leader, a peace-loving imbecile, would surely succumb to him rather tha risk the health of her precious clan.
Silentstar smirked; that was why he was a better leader. His power came through fear of him and the fact that, in truth, he didn't care how many of his cats died so long as he got what he wanted. That way there was no hesitation to go to war, no questioning morals or paying attention to what the clan thought. It was absolute power that would get a cat respect, not kindness. But, of course, the other three didn't know this. The ease with which this would be accomplished would almost make the take-over boring. Almost.
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Post by dream. on Dec 6, 2006 21:57:44 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed to glowing slits, shaggy ivory pelt bristling, Terror rose to his paws, smirking after his leader. Obviously, this feline had no clue how to lead a clan.
Shadowclan cats had to have no hesitation. But his O So Great Leader, Silentstar, was thinking carefully.
How could he think carefully at a time like this? Shadowclan needed power. They needed prey. They wanted the other clan's territory.
But all Silentstar could do was sit back, and plan carefully. Like a true clanborn leader. Growling low in his throat, Terror had to admit that Silentstar had a point.
A very good point.
Shaking his head slowly and turning around, the Shadowclan warrior headed to the Warriors Den, thinking softly,
Two can play this game.
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Post by [ so so suicide ] x-moo// on Dec 10, 2006 12:18:37 GMT -5
occ: Could I join with Shatteredheart?
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Post by needlepatch on Dec 10, 2006 13:59:08 GMT -5
Mawkpaw couldn't sleep and had seen Silentstar and Terror talking to one another. He hadn't heard what they'd said but was afraid that they were going to have another battle. Ever since the loss of his mother, he couldn't sleep. Worrying about what would happen next and how many cats would die in the next battle. All he could do was prey to Starclan for deliverance.
Mawkpaw took one last glance at the sky to see his Warrior Ancestors then closed his eyes to find that he was much sleepier than he thought.
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Post by dream. on Dec 11, 2006 17:50:14 GMT -5
OOC: Sure, Twi. You can join any RP that doesn't say "Private" on it.
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Post by sorrelpaw on Jan 6, 2007 10:48:05 GMT -5
A kitten with broad shoulders and a well-muscld, fit form padded out of the apprentices' den to tand beside Mawkpaw. His hite pelt let off a faint glow in the moonlight, apart from a black splash over his face and ears. The kitten licked a paw and watched Mawkpaw. He copied the brown apprentice and looked up at Silverpelt. Was this fighting really StarClan's will? He shook the thought away, glancing at Silentstar and Terror. He would never disobey his leader. |
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Post by [ so so suicide ] x-moo// on Jan 10, 2007 20:00:06 GMT -5
occ: Okay then! ^.^
bic: Shatteredheart raised her head, she twitched her speckled ears, and listened, she had heard Silentstar's conversation. She hissed at the thought of taking over another Clans territory. How could Silentstar be so selfish?
She sat up, and licked her paw, then stood up, and walked out of the den. "You don't really plan to attack the other Clans do you Silentstar?" Shatteredheart murmured, she never questioned her leader, but today, Silentstar really got on her nerves.
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Post by sorrelpaw on Jan 11, 2007 11:02:11 GMT -5
Eclipsepaw heard Shattedheart challenge their leader, and his ears pricked with interest. How would the leader react? THe white apprentice crouchd down as though preparing to pounce, his tail swishing slowly from side to side behind him. His yellow eyes surveyed the scene carefully; he was prepared for a fight, if need be. |
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Post by needlepatch on Jan 15, 2007 12:01:55 GMT -5
Mawkpaw's eyes flashed open at the sound of voices. Mawkpaw saw Eclipsepaw beside him and Shatteredheart in the clearing of the camp.
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Post by sorrelpaw on Jan 15, 2007 12:27:13 GMT -5
Eclipsepaw felt Mawkpaw's gaze on him and turned to dip his head stiffly to the brown apprentice. It was not in his nature to smile at his fellows; there was no real reason too. The only times he had ever smiled was as a tiny kit, suckling a his mother's belly. But then, he had forgotten ll the experiences so very quickly. As a kit he had begun to grow impatient with his simple life, and longed for apprenticeship. When it had finally arrived he had cherished it, and still did now. Every piece of prey he caught, every battle he fought, had counted, and would always count. If he did not prove his worth now, he knew his life as a warrior would not be cherished. So he showed all his power in everything he could, and would strain himself until his tendons snapped. The white apprentice switched his dark amber eyes back on the scene ahead. |
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Post by [ so so suicide ] x-moo// on Jan 17, 2007 21:11:16 GMT -5
Eclipsepaw heard Shattedheart challenge their leader, and his ears pricked with interest. How would the leader react? THe white apprentice crouchd down as though preparing to pounce, his tail swishing slowly from side to side behind him. His yellow eyes surveyed the scene carefully; he was prepared for a fight, if need be. Why 'fight'? I'm confused, fight on Shatteredheart's side or Silentstar's side. bic: Shatteredheart waited impatiently for Silentstar's reply. After a few moments she meowed impatiently, "Going to answer me? Or are you too scared too?" She knew immedatley that was the wrong thing to say in front of a cat like Silentstar. She swished her tail, waiting to see what the leader of ShadowClan would do next. |
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