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Post by W.in.DY. on May 29, 2009 18:56:15 GMT -5
Riverfleet
Riverfleet grinned with satisfaction. After they killed Silverstar, Riverfleet would become Riverstar. It'd work out fine. She could see everyone cheering her name. Riverstar. Riverstar. And the black she-cat knew who her deputy would be. Her beloved Cranefeather. Maybe there could be two leaders. After that, he'd belong to her anyway. No. She couldn't think about it. It was a sin. Whatever. She didn't care anyway. "Right this way, Silverstar." She out a near silent purr, so she didn't give Silverstar the idea something suspicious was about to happen.[/size]
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Post by Crane on May 29, 2009 20:23:39 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
Can we try again To start a new and lovely story that will Shine a ray of light upon our hearts And bring back long lost glory Anticipation was all Cranefeather could feel in his heart which was fluttering nervously. If they failed today, all would be lost! He and Riverfleet would be exiled. Although it's not like Cranefeather didn't have a back-up plan. Of course, Plan A was definitely easier than Plan B... Not many rogues or loners were stupid enough to launch an attack on RiverClan. Last night, Cranefeather had finally come up with the perfect plan. Riverfleet was deputy now. So, they kill Silverstar. Easy. Blame it on rogues, say they were too late to save Silverstar. Then as a reward for bravery Riverfleet chooses Cranefeather as deputy... Cranefeather hadn't thought the last part out. Riverfleet said they would rule together, but... Choosing between power and love... Cranefeather wrenched his thoughts away from the future. He had to focus on the present. Before any of that happened, Silverstar had to be dealt with. "Right this way, Silverstar," Riverfleet purred. Cranefeather padded along beside Riverfleet. He was still getting used to the fact he was taller and bigger than Riverfleet. He was proud of his size now. "The fox was around here, wasn't it?" he asked Riverfleet innocently, glancing around as if he cared if a fox was coming and sniffing at the air. Acting like a young stupid warrior was an important part of his disguise. He slowed down a little, to help with the charade.
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Post by W.in.DY. on May 30, 2009 15:02:36 GMT -5
Riverfleet realized Cranefeather was taller, and bigger than her. All the more better. This would be fun, wouldn't it? But there was a high risk. They needed to lie about the blood on their paws. It was easy for her. Riverfleet could be Riverstar, finally. And, Cranefeather could be deputy. "Yeah." She had said, convincingly. Hm. [[meh... I do not know why there is fail in this post. Or is there..]]
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Post by Silver on Jun 2, 2009 18:06:31 GMT -5
Silverstar padded slowly after her deputy and the young warrior, Cranefeather. Though Silverstar was a lithe cat, it was clear to see the muscles in her shoulders as she walked. Her intelligant blue eyes never seemed to rest and they scanned the surrounding marshland, which quickly faded away into the open moors of WindClan across the gorge. Mentally, the she-cat sighed. Lately, she had been rather busy trying to keep morale up in camp and organizing pittifully small patrols. Though she knew the other Clans were in no better state, she couldn't help but wonder how the thriving RiverClan had dwindled to such small size. She remembered the times of Riddlestar, back when she was deputy and RiverClan was flowering. Gatherings had been informative and often, and peace had savored the territories. But now, all the Clans combined would have just enough warriors to compete with what they had. Worst of all, she was recieving bizare signs from StarClan, and without a medicine cat to confide in, Silverstar was at loss for what they could mean. They seemed urgent, but StarClan was never clear, and she didn't trust anyone, not even young Riverfleet, enough to share her dreams with-- except, of course, her brother Ravenclaw. She smiled to herself remembering how proud Ravenclaw looked when he announced that Shiverpaw was ready to recieve her warrior name. Eventually, these thoughts drifted away to the task at hand. She sniffed the air, trying to find the scent of rouges, and frowning when she couldn't find a trace. I can trust these two though, she thought, and continued to follow them in silence.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Jun 3, 2009 7:47:37 GMT -5
r i v e r f l e e t
Oh I just can't wait, to be king.
Riverfleet smiled. They'd be rid of her. Really, it was too easy. Secondly, StarClan was playing a part, with no intention. Wow. A light drizzle fell, so, the scent of the cats would be washed away, when the rain fell harder. Riverfleet hoped this would go right. But how would they attack? Shove Silverstar off the side of the gorge? Hmm. This was difficult.
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Post by Crane on Jun 4, 2009 2:00:39 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies Your little spies Riverfleet smiled. Silverstar was following her executioners-to-be like a stupid, powerful lamb to the slaughter. Cranefeather could tell she was thinking about something from her expression. Hopefully she wasn't thinking something seemed suspicious. Now, how to go about this? Cranefeather had never killed a cat before. He felt excited! He was thrilled that he was so powerful that if he wished, he could simply obliterate anything that irritated him... and Silverstar was more than irritating. Of course, if she had not been leader, Cranefeather wouldn't have given her a second glance. But she was... how unlucky for her! He had to give Riverfleet a signal. Then he realised how stupid he had been. He should have organized something before they trapped Silverstar. He quickly thought of a plan in his head. He would ask Riverfleet to go look around for the rogues, and then attack Silverstar, drving her to where Riverfleet was hiding. He had to get this idea across to Riverfleet. "Riverfleet, I'm scared the rogues are gonna surprise us," he mewed softly, trying to sound scared. "Would you mind looking for them? We wouldn't want our leader being attacked!" He hoped that sounded innocent to Silverstar and sarcastic to Riverfleet. As soon as she went, Silverstar was mincemeat! He flicked his tail in anticipation.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Jun 5, 2009 7:04:01 GMT -5
"Okay." She replied, rushing into the woods. As soon as she was out of sight, she gathered the group of rogues together. But she had to get closer first, so she could see the signal. Or they were relying on her for it. Didn't matter. Riverfleet's silver eyes didn't stand out in the darkness of the woods, but Cranefeather probably knew were she was. It should work. She thought, feeling impatient stares burn into her pelt.
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Post by Silver on Jun 10, 2009 19:58:15 GMT -5
Silverstar started to follow Riverfleet, but the she-cat vanished into the marshy growth. "I don't like her going ahead like that. She could get hurt before we arrive in time... if these rouges really exists," she mewed, sniffing the air once again and relaying some of her suspicious. "I can't smell them at all, and I've never heard of a cat loosing their sense of smell at only 37 moons," she muttered under her breath. Sure, she trusted the promising young Cranefeather and of course her deputy, but there was something just not right about their story. No one had reported any scent of rouges in the past couple of suns, and they had insisted she come along immediately, instead of gathering some other warriors. Not to mention Cranefeather seemed uncharacteristically fidgety. Stop coming up with these silly old excuses Silverstar! You just would rather be at camp, she thought smolderingly. "Mind if I take the lead for a while? I'd feel more comfortable with you watching the rear," she asked, and without waiting for an answer, shouldered past Cranefeather. She was nervous, that was all. Just a little nervous over useless thoughts of nothing in her head.[/size]
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Post by Crane on Jun 11, 2009 1:58:50 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
I felt the bite Take a spit Suck the poison out of me I'll make you beg Make you come This was it. Every second in Cranefeather's life had been preperation for now. The bloody slaughtering of his family, his apprenticeship, his love for Riverfleet. He watched calmly as Riverfleet ran into the deeper confines of the woods. He thought about the stories the elders told. They said the heroes, before the final conflict, strangely felt no fear as they went forth. What a load of mouse-dung. Cranefeather was twitching like an apprentice on their first journey out of camp. But then he remembered - he wasn't the hero. "I don't like her going ahead like that. She could get hurt before we arrive in time... if these rouges really exists," Silverstar said. "I don't think much could hurt Riverfleet," Cranefeather said, "She's strong." He hoped he sounded like an impressed ex-apprentice. They padded along for a little further. "Mind if I take the lead for a while? I'd feel more comfortable with you watching the rear," Silverstar said. Cranefeather nodded as she shoved past. Rude! But then again, he supposed killing someone was pretty rude as well. "That's fine..." he purred. "That makes it all the more easier for me to kill you, mouse-brain!" He clawed at Silverstar's flanks, trying to drive her towards where Riverfleet was hiding, hissing madly all the while. His job was to scare. Riverfleet's was to kill. He didn't like it that way, but this assasination stuff was tricky and everyone had to make sacrifices.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Jun 11, 2009 16:19:14 GMT -5
r i v e r f l e e t
High time, we made a stand and shook up the views of the common man, the love train rides from coast to coast.
[/size] Riverfleet tensed her muscles, in preparation for the moment, where she would take each life away from Silverstar. She was waiting for it. It was too long to wait. She heard Cranefeather hissing madly. It was almost time. Not yet. In the long run, she'd finally be leader, which was worth the wait. She felt powerfull at the thought. But with that, came guilt. But she didn't care. She bounded through with woods, stopping before she got to close to Silverstar. She crouched, again, with tense muscles; she was getting ready to spring. She crept silently, a hunter stalking her prey. And Silverstar was her prey. Well, not exactly. Riverfleet leapt out, close enough to slash Silverstar. She did so. She smelled the faint scent of rogues leaving, as she had told them to. She forgot, since she was wrapped up in a fight.
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Post by Silver on Jun 12, 2009 16:37:47 GMT -5
Silverstar stumbled when Cranefeather launched himself at her, hissing in surprise. "Cranefeather! What are you doing?" she roared, fury lighting her clam blue eyes, so that they burned like the hottest fire. She whirled on him, her cindered pelt sticking out in all directions. She glared at the white warrior, searching him for any sign of guilt or confusion. All she could see was his ice blue eyes staring back at her. A smear of black caught the corner of her eyes, and she jerked back just in time to avoid Riverfleet's claws. "What is wrong with you guys?! Silverstar snarled, literally shaking with rage. This is happening to fast! My own warriors! she thought, her heart sinking like a stone. It suddenly all made sense. The crazy dreams from StarClan, the vague feelings of discontent that had been haunting her for moons... they had been pointing to now, warning her. But she hadn't understood in time. "Why?" she cried, the fire in her eyes dimming to reveal her own confusion and pain at being betrayed. She took a step back, uncertian, before suddenly launching herself at Cranefeather, claws extended.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Jun 12, 2009 16:41:06 GMT -5
r i v e r f l e e t &&
love. i spy tears in their eyes, they look to the skies for some kind of divine intervention &&
[/size] feel the pain.talk about it. [/color] Suddenly, Silverstar launched her self at Cranefeather. "You must die!" Riverfleet yowled, in a frenzied attempt to knock the silver cat over. Adrenaline seeped into her veins much too quickly, and she leapt, slashing at Silverstar. Riverfleet was sure that she wasn't missing the leader this time. The deputy let out another angry hiss, hoping her slashes actually did something. Her objective was to rip every life out of Silverstar. And, in her own silver eyes, was clouded guilt. She wouldn't go to the dark forest for this, would she? At least she felt guilty. She kept attacking though, and the guilt was replaced by burning rage. She felt angry,and she attempted to latch her claws into Silverstar's pelt. It probably felt painfull, but she could care less. Atleast she thought so. [/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Silver on Jun 12, 2009 18:08:39 GMT -5
Silverstar yowled in pain as Riverfleet caught her claws into her pelt, but not before she managed to rake her claws down Cranefeather's flank in revenge. The lithe she-cat twisted out of Riverfleet's grip, ignoring the numbness that crept up from her paws at the deputy's words. "You never seem much of the ambitious type, Riverfleet," she taunted, her voice deathly chilled. Her eyes glittered dangerously as she glanced at Cranefeather. "But maybe you're sweetheart is," she growled, turning to Riverfleet again. She summoned up all her strength and will before pouncing, aiming a deathly blow at her throat. She felt sick, fighting her own Clan. But these maniacs are trying to kill me! she thought, and fury rose in her like a wild fire.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Jun 12, 2009 19:02:50 GMT -5
r i v e r f l e e t &&
Blood. in violent times, you shouldn't have to sell your soul. [/size] acting on your best behaviour.turn your back on mother nature. && [/color][/size] Silverstar attempted to land a deadly blow to to Riverfleet's neck. She dodged, and in return, she attempted to catch her claws in the leader's neck. If they were lodged in Silverstar's neck, she would to bite in too. It was much too easy to kill her. And she'd be rewarded, by becoming a leader. If she managed to sink her teeth into the muscle in Silverstar's neck, she'd be able to taste the warm, red salty fluid fill her mouth. She'd swallow that. It helped to know Cranefeather was here. And, if that didn't work, she'd rake her hindclaws down Silverstar's belly, sure to attempt to penetrate the muscle. "Oh my, you're surely smart to taunt me." She growled.
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Post by Crane on Jun 14, 2009 1:47:34 GMT -5
c r an ef e a t h e r .
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain. ~William Shakespeare Cranefeather stared at Silverstar ambivalently. He didn't hate her. Nor like her. But today he was going to kill her, no matter what the cost. He felt disconnected with his body, as if someone else was taking over. His eyes watched without emotion as Silverstar snarled. The words made no sense to him, although a deep, meaningless part of him knew they should. She launched herself at him. Cranefeather's lips drew back in a horrific snarl as he prepared to tear at her eyes with his claws. But then Riverfleet leapt for Silverstar. He hissed in pain as the silver she-cat raked her thorn-sharp claws down his flank. His mind ran uselessly over techniques as his love and his enemy tussled, exchanging insults and injuries. Then Riverfleet got a good shot at Silverstar, and raked her claws down her belly. He saw his chance, and took it. The huge white cat charged Silverstar and pinned her down. Although she was strong, Cranefeather was almost certain she was no match for his strength and weight. "Hate to do this to you, Silverstar," he spat at her, "But it's for the good of RiverClan." Did Cranefeather himself actually believe that? He didn't know. But hopefully it would confuse Silverstar.
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