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Post by angels.to.demons on Oct 26, 2008 9:09:04 GMT -5
The sun was setting. Crimsonstar emerged from his den, a dark splash of scarlet against the glen of his Clan's home. The sun's setting was painting his camp with several different shades of lovely orange and even some darker, duskier purples, but those natural beauties were nothing to Crimsonstar, the leader of GorgeClan. He climbed atop the Highrock, amber-green eyes gleaming with hidden depths of secrecy. The reddish-russet tabby tom was the descendent of Shallowheart and Thistlestar, which both had first been warriors of this Clan's previous nature. Crimsonstar had simply returned to where his roots were derived from, and he was now the leader, just like his grandfather. Turning his eyes from the dens behind him, as if turning his back on any shameful memories, he cleared his throat and called the Clan to him: GorgeClan! Come to the Highrock for a Clan meeting. He almost started laughing aloud as he said this. Certainly, this was not the traditional call! He didn't figure his Clan would mind much, and if they did, well, they could deal with it! It was his Clan now, and, who knows, maybe he would make that the traditional cry! Today was quite a special day for the young ginger leader. His mate Demon was becoming an official warrior of his Clan, and he knew the perfect name to give her. Another thing -- their son and daughter were becoming apprentices today, which, well, he knew who to give both of them to. Twitching his tail impatiently, he settled back to wait for the cavalry to arrive.
*** Curled up in the nursery, Hellkit raised her head with little interest when she heard Crimsonstar yowl for the Clan. What the heck does he want? she thought drowsily, deciding to stand and stretch slowly, glancing around for Chaoskit. Aw, he'll be there. In the meantime, today's the day you get your apprentice name. So, let's go, lazy. Starting a very "swift" gait to the clearing, she eyed the immense figure sitting on the Highrock. Even as small as she was, and as huge as he was, and as scarred as he was, and as fluffy and unharmed as she was, it was easy to tell where her roots lie. Crimsonstar's children took after him in different ways; Hellkit took after him in his stripes, his size, and some of his mannerisms and attitudes. However, she was not close to this strange father figure of her's; in fact, she didn't regard him with anymore affection or respect than a kit from another Clan might. This wasn't an important aspect in their relationship yet... but Hellkit wasn't aware of how important it was to respect your Clan leader, especially a temperamental, hot-headed fireclaw like Crimsonstar. Now he was eyeing his blue-eyed daughter with a look that seemed to say, What the hell took you so long? Hellkit raised her eyebrows back as if to say what the hell is it to you? Then, satisfied with his cold expression, she tucked her paws under her thick russet tail and lifted her chin high. She was proud this day; for this was her day! She was becoming an official apprentice of GorgeClan, and she would make her own name for herself!
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Oct 27, 2008 12:47:43 GMT -5
Damn ya fer gettin' me up 'ere, Red, thought the harsh ginger mate of the tom who stood atop the Rock. "Ya'd better 'ave a damned good reason fer draggin' me out 'ere, boyo," Demon muttered under her breath, taking a seat near her daughter. "Givin' th' kids their names ain't such a big deal." She glanced down at Hellkit, and smirked. She liked her daughter. A right firebrand, Hellkit was. Nothing like the other kits in the Clan, and a lot like she'd been at her age, though with less sarcasm, granted. And Chaoskit? He was a good kid, in her opinion. Little runt, but a thinker. And both kits were rebels, though Demon chose to ignore that aspect of them. Rebellion was nice, true, but she was starting to like living in GorgeClan now. Mind, she didn't like the close quarters, or all the cats that were around her, but the structure was new, and she'd found that that had been the one part of Stormfaith's Shadows she'd missed. So, to hell if she didn't fit the outline of a Clannie. She was glad to be here, and glad to have her mate calling the shots. Nice touch, that. But, hey, where was her son? "Oi, Hell," Demon nudged her daughter with one footpaw. "Where's yer damned brother gotten to?" ------ Pft. Shut it, will you? Chaoskit sat on the sidelines of the clearing, hidden by the shadows provided by an outcropping of rock. True, his parents had told him not to sit there; it wasn't exactly a safe place to be. But Chaoskit wasn't exactly the sort of kit who did what he was told. So, when Crimsonstar, his father, had called GorgeClan to come together for a Clan meeting, the little tabby had stayed put. He already knew what was going to happen tonight, anyway. Apprenticing. Big. Effing. Deal. The swirl-pelted tom narrowed his eyes challengingly at his father, choosing to ignore Demon. He didn't care about any training, or about being a warrior. Truth be told, Chaoskit didn't really like being in the Clan at all. Too loud and rule-filled and bland for him. Plus, being smaller-in-stature than most, he didn't feel like getting a big, empty-headed tomcat for a mentor who'd talk about a bunch of stupid fighting tricks that'd be useless for him. Chaoskit had claws. Nice, long, sharp claws. He didn't need any techniques to use those. "C'mon, Dad," he muttered. "I dare you. Make me come." [/blockquote] [[<3]]
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Post by angels.to.demons on Oct 28, 2008 21:46:44 GMT -5
[<33 Aww. The infuriating little brat. Crimson might actually have to go over and make him. =D Reply after I get Raven and Leafy at least, possibly Jade.]
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Oct 29, 2008 1:42:34 GMT -5
Windgust was sorting the remainder of her herb stock when she heard her leader's unceremonious call to gather, and pushed herself to her feet. What happened to plain old tradition? Shaking her head, she made her way out of the medicine den, her strides taking her over to the High rock upon which stood Crimsonstar and his new mate, Demon. She hadn't had much contact with the thorny she-cat, other than her duties as nursemaid after the two kits were born. Sitting down below High Rock, she surveyed the scene. She could see one kit, the female, she thought standing by her parents, but she had to search a bit farther until her eyes rested upon the multicolored tom who was sitting defiantly under the shadow of some rocks a few lengths away. Shaking her head at the stubbornness of kits, she directed her attention towards High Rock where her current leader stood.
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Pouncetail made his way slowly from the warrior's den, taking a quick swipe over his chest to make himself presentable after his nap. Trotting towards High Rock, he took his place below it, situating himself near the back. He noticed that only the cats standing on the rock and now Windgust were present.
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Post by angels.to.demons on Nov 8, 2008 10:34:50 GMT -5
Crimsonstar lifted his head, ignoring Demon's grouchy expression. He did note that the only offspring of their's present was glaring at him with an expression of impatient boredness. Turning his glare to his mate and the medicine cat, Windgust, he growled, Where is Chaoskit? Does he want to be a worthless baby forever, or does he want to get his furry butt up here so I kin give him 'is name an' mentor? He said this loud enough for his son to hear, wherever he was, shooting sparks all over the clearing with clear amber-green eyes. Below him, Hellkit smiled at her mother placatingly and mewed in a false tone, Certainly not, Momma. I haven't seen him all morning! Shrugging at the glares she received from her father, she remained closedmouthed until Chaoskit chose to reveal himself. She was no rat, especially on her favorite little brother to her mean parents.
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Post by angels.to.demons on Dec 7, 2008 19:58:47 GMT -5
Hmm... I really think this thread needs to get moving... [coughRavenJadeDizcough]
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Dec 8, 2008 13:22:16 GMT -5
[ack! Sorry; been busy with stuff. >.>] stay away from me build a fortress and shield your beliefs
Chaoskit smirked as he heard Crimsonstar begin to lose his temper. So his "big strong daddy" was going to be upset so easily; priceless. Gorgeclan's fearless leader? More like a big kit, getting agitated over the littlest of things. Ah, well. Best not let him get this agitated, right? Chaoskit wanted to increase it. He stepped out from under the outcropping, not much, but enough that he was now barely visible to his father, or anyone else on the High Rock. The small tomcat smiled, a Cheshire smile, done for the pure joy of seeing Crimsonstar lose his temper still further. "C'mon, Dad," the orange-swirled feline murmured to himself. "Get down here and make your boy take his place in this Clan. I dare you."
touch the divine as we fall in line
"'Ain't seen 'im?'!" Demon hissed at Hellkit, tail lashing from side to side. Fox dung! Hellkit and Chaoskit were close as kits could be, always whispering and sitting and doing everything together! If she believed her daughter for a moment, Demon would've had to have lost her mind. "Look, Hell," the tabby snarled, her famously short temper flaring up. "Y'either get Chaos's star-damned arse out 'ere, or ya tell me where 'e's at, an' ya better do it soon, girl. I ain't in th' mood ter be on yer dad's bad side t'night fer not knowin' where m'kits're." To emphasize her point, Demon slid her claws out. "Ya got it, Hell?"
[[Demon =/= Good Mother XD]]
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Post by angels.to.demons on Dec 22, 2008 12:52:21 GMT -5
Crimsonstar glowered from where he sat on the Highrock, seeing just a splash of bright orange from underneath the line of his ledge. Feeling a cluster of rage-filled snarls rise in his throat, he roared in a very undignified manner, Chaoskit! What the hell do ya think yer doin' down there? Ya wanna stay a wimp ferever and live un'ner yer mom's tail fer t'rest of yer life? Get out there with t'rest of the Clan and obey yer leader! Almost jumping up and down with fury now, he shot Demon a hot glare. Ya knew where 'e was! Why don't ya be a mom fer once and make yer kids do somethin' worthwhile? In his horrible mood, the GorgeClan leader was fool enough to snap at his equally temperamental mate, and now he realized his mistake. Instead of correcting his wrong, he turned furious eyes on his daughter and growled lowly, seeing her blink and then squint in slight surprise. Shaking his broad head, he was finished making his family problems public entertainment. Straightening his spine and trying to get a grip on his better diction, angry at his son for making him angry and therefore bringing back his irate accent, he cleared his throat and called, GorgeClan, as you know, we have two kits here who are finally ready to be apprenticed. There was obvious relief in his voice, and Hellkit narrowed her eyes at that. Turning to the few warriors in his Clan, he called, I call Coalclaw forward to mentor Chaospaw. I call forward Pouncetail to mentor Hellpaw. He knew it was not the traditional ceremony, but he was pretty sure it would suffice. Looking down at his deputy, the strong, silent Coalclaw, and the petite, gentle warrior Pouncetail, he grinned. He concluded with, Good luck to the both of ye. You'll be needin' it with these two.
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Dec 22, 2008 13:20:54 GMT -5
Coalclaw? COALCLAW? Chaospaw wanted to lash out, claw Crimsonstar from ear to tailtip for making such a stupid choice of mentors. Oh, yes, brilliant idea, pairing him with a warrior who was as dense an the rocks on the cliffside, and just as big! With a hiss of disgust, the small tomkit pushed himself out from his spot, just enough that he could glare daggers of hatred and malice at the larger tom on the Highrock. "Try me," the apprentice snarled quietly. "I'm not going anywhere with that sack of rock-brained muscle, and you can't make me, can you, Dad?" Chaospaw's green eyes were mere slits in his orange-cream swirled fur. If it came to it, he'd fight someone, anyone, over this. --- Demon silenced herself as she felt a snarl coming on. "Ya ain't been much of a fath'r y'rself, Red," she muttered, covering her feet with her tail. She hid a small smile at Chaospaw's outburst. Her silent little son, challenging his father to make him do something? It was almost amusing. But it was something for toms to argue over; she had her job cut out for her with her daughter here. "G'on, girl," she shoved Hellpaw forward with her nose. "Git on up th're an' give ol' Pounce somethin' t'teach, ya hear? Ya gotta make sure some'n don't kill this Clan, righ'?" [/blockquote]
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Dec 22, 2008 13:36:43 GMT -5
[[oh Goody! -evili grin-]]
Pouncetail blinked at the announcement. This wasn't something he was expecting at all. Well now. You are the leader's kit's mentor. Messing up with this would be ill advised. Pouncetail shook his head, raising it then and looked over his new apprentice. From the looks of things this wasn't going to be a normal apprenticeship. Hellpaw seemed aptly named after the family's little display up on High Rock. Rising to his feet, he made his way proudly up to his charge, stretching out his nose as was customary. Though if she would respond wasn't clear to him. This certainly wasn't the traditional apprentice ceremony, but then again, what was traditional anymore? "Thank you Crimsonstar." He said quietly, happy that he was going to be a mentor, even if it was going to be a challenge.
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Post by angels.to.demons on Dec 23, 2008 0:41:08 GMT -5
Crimsonstar smiled grimly, having expected some sort of explosive reaction from at least one of his darling, obedient offspring. Simply yawning in Chaospaw's face to fuel the fire, the ginger leader shook his head and shrugged. Now, son, why'd ya hafta go and insult yer deputy? He's a lot smarter 'n you, stronger, too, so I'd listen t'whatever he's got t'say t'ya, even if it ain't much. He threw Demon a careless glance, as though to tell her he thought she was beneath him, and put a curious glance on Coalclaw. I know, Coalclaw; yer thinkin', Crimsonstar, what did I ever do t'ya? Well, don't worry none. Chaospaw 'ere's gonna grow up t'be just like you and just like 'is pa, ain't that right, Chaospaw? Grinning madly at his orange-furred son, he knew that would irk him. Sometimes it was funner to argue with Chaospaw than it was to argue with Demon; and he knew that while sparks flew between father and son, it was probably nothing compared to the flames of mother and daughter. xx Hellpaw was rather stunned that Crimsonstar had chosen a cat so opposite of her. Pouncetail was reserved and intelligent, and kind to those around her. He was not the ideal choice for the fiery, smart-mouthed, disrespectful hell-raiser of an apprentice, but then again, Crimsonstar probably knew what he was doing. Despite her parents' backgrounds and accents, she knew that neither of them were stupid fools; they were smarter than they let on, and because her father seemed to get so much pleasure out of making his offspring irritable, this was not going to be pleasant for either her nor Pouncetail. She glanced at Chaospaw, feeling his sympathy, but knowing Crimsonstar wouldn't change his mind. Then Demon demanded she touch Pouncetail's nose. Well, then. Mother, she mewed coldly, turning to stare Demon in the eyes with similar eyes to her own, I shall touch Pouncetail's nose because it is the tradition, not because you ordered me too. And thank you for congratulating me on my new position. Tartly, she wrinkled her nose in a rather prissy manner and pranced forward like a rainbow pony in a meadow, lightly brushing her pink nose to Pouncetail's outstretched muzzle. I look forward to being mentored by a warrior such as yourself, she told him with a shine in her calculating blue-green eyes, a deceitful glint also hidden in their depths. Oh, the fur that would fly, and all because Crimsonstar had to torture his children! What an adventure this would turn out to be...
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Dec 29, 2008 14:48:14 GMT -5
Chaospaw's hackles raised almost unconsciouly as the small tomkit heard his father's sarcastic words. Silently, the orange-swirled tabby forced them to lie flat. He put a twisted smile on his face, the sort he'd seen his parents use all too often. "Sure, I'll be just like you, Crimsonstar," Chaospaw said in his clear voice. It was obvoius that he hadn't inherited any trace of an accent from either side of his family. "I'll learn how to kill cats that don't deserve to die, boss around a bunch of mouse-brained cats, and do whatever I please, because I'm the biggest and the strongest." The apprentice's green eyes sparked with malice as he continued. "But you know what, Dad? I won't be bigger than you, or stronger, maybe, but I'm clever, and I'm sure as hell not gonna let a flea-brained, big-muscled moron like Coalclaw push me around." Chaospaw took a step backward, back into his rocky shelter. "And if that means being a kit forever, then alright, I'll be a kit forever. There's always some other Clan around here that'll take me." [/size] [ ]
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Post by angels.to.demons on Dec 29, 2008 23:11:52 GMT -5
ooc - Yeah... just like I have a thing for slutty daughters. -sweatdrop- Crimsonstar's eyes, at first, minimized with rage, but then he swallowed heavily. He couldn't let this worthless kitten make him angry, could he? No. Chaospaw was certainly no threat to him; and after all, most of what he said was true. Finally twitching his ears in amused irritation, embers of fury in his green-yellow eyes just waiting to be kindled into forest fires. He knew how to handle brats like this little mousebrain. First of all, my dear boy, he snarled in a throaty way, leering at Chaospaw as he began to slink underneath his little rock, I have killed only one cat; that was your mother's brother, your uncle Scarface. The only one, and only 'cause he was pathetic excuse for a feline. Disgrace to our race, as I like to say. Smiling grimly, he remembered the slinking tabby tom with a single eye and a heavily marred face and features. He realized now that Chaospaw was kind of like him, only a lot cuter and a lot smarter. Also, he was orange, not brown with stripes, and he had two of those sly eyes. But the differences ended there. Second of all, my darlin' son, you do know that GorgeClan is the strongest of the four Clans? Sure, Plaguestar, Vastflame an' Mintleaf have bigger Clans and no children, but that doesn't make 'em a damn bit different from none've'us. 'Cept that their leaders are yellowbellies who've never seen blood in their lives, 'less it was on their own pelts. Lifting one side of his mouth to show large, craggy and yellow fangs, fearsome as any demon's, So, ya think you aren't gonna listen t'me? You think I'm here, sittin' on the Highrock, callin' ya an' yer ungrateful sista to be apprentices 'cause I'm a bully? With an expression that suggested sympathy for his small child, he went on with a grim glare that clearly told Chaospaw, Demon, Hellpaw, Pouncetail, and anyone else down there below him that he took his job very seriously, Nope, if yer thinkin' that f'real, yer a dumber kid'n I thought, and that's sad, 'cause lately I haven't had the best opinion of you. Struggling to regain composure and proper diction, he went on in a clearing voice, Yeah, that's right, little tomkit, I called you dumb. You can sit there and disobey me, you can call my deputy names... you could go join another Clan, though you'd be sorely disappointed if you did... Here he smirked and winked slyly at Demon below him, probably guessing she was enjoying this debate between powerful father and imitative son. .. but y'listen t'me, Chaospaw. Not only am I your father, and the leader of GorgeClan, but I was invested into this position of power by the gods. Yes. StarClan. An' I don't giva damn if ye believe 'r not. I was. Saw'em in m'dreams, I did, and no matter what, I'll honor their wishes, no matter if I have some stinkin', stupid, sore, pouty brat in my Clan. If you become any more of a problem... y'won't see many more moons in this Clan, y'won't. Here he stonily stared into his offspring's eyes, his hackles ever slightly raising to mark his point. He wasn't kidding. If he had to, he'd drive Chaospaw from GorgeClan, and probably eagerly, too. He'd never been thrilled with the 'father' idea in the first place, especially since both of his bratty kids had been nothing but trouble. Don't get the idea that he wasn't still infatuated with Demon; it was just... the appeal of his children was really wearing on him. Sure, they were cute, and sure, they were strong and had potential for his Clan, but they were no different than cats in their lineage; Chaospaw resembled his mother's crazy side; Fatepaw, Furyscar, Scarface; while Hellpaw was more akin to his own vindictive, wildly untame kin; Soulkeeper, Squirrelpelt, and Flowerpetal. Appropriately named, his son and daughter, but perhaps he and Demon had been wrong to even breed in the first place. After all, her kin was most likely his kin, which not only broke several rules but mixed two completely different breeds of evil blood. Staring sorrowfully and angrily down at both Chaospaw and Hellpaw, he suspected they were imps and fiends, spawns of the demons from which his daughter was named. Closing his eyes and then opening them, he quieted to see what his son's reaction was, while pondering the future of his extended family.
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Dec 30, 2008 11:23:08 GMT -5
Once there was boy who had vibrant glow, but as it goes, someone took it from him. One day through the rain I heard him meekly moan, he said "Will you wrap your arms around me as I'm falling?" [/center] Again, Chaospaw had to force his hackles to lie flat. So Crimsonstar was comfortable with lying and slandering him in front of the entire Clan? Heh. As if he cared what this lot of flea-minded felines thought of him. With an expression one would've expected, perhaps, from his dead uncle Scarface (whom Chaospaw had never known, and, with his father's admonition of killing the "insane" tom, dearly wished he could've met), the apprentice stared up at Crimsonstar. The expression in his eyes was not of hatred, or anger, even: it was rebellion, pure and simple, the same lights sparkling in his green eyes as his ancestors, Stormfaith, Gustwhisker, and, earlier than they, even, Shallowheart. Remember when Remember when Remember when we were all so beautiful? Never Again Never Again But since then we've lost our glow. [/center] "I'll stay here, for now," the small tom said in a level tone. "But I won't take orders from a bunch of muscle-bound fools, and, if that means leaving here, well..." His swirled muzzle twitched with a sardonic smile. "Mom always said being a loner was the best life, didn't you, Demon?" Chaospaw glanced at the red-orange tabby, still smirking. They said it hurt their eyes but he would never know that they were filled with regret as their own dissipated. [/center] Oh, how Chaospaw was enjoying the trouble he was stirring up here! The look on his father's face, a mixture of rage and regret, with just the faintest hint of horror... It was beautiful, a thing of art to the youth's stunning green eyes. And his mother's expression, one of sarcasm, with the same features as on Crimsonstar's carefully hidden beneath that facade, sent shivers of joy down his spine. He said, "I now feel more desperately alone, even though they wrapped their arms around me as I'd fallen." [/center] To say that Chaospaw was not a born loner was an understatement. He was a rebel through and through, carrying the blood of generations' worth of rebellions in his veins. And, as he was learning right now, rebellion and her consort, chaos, were like a drug to him: they made him happy, gave him feelings that he'd never felt before now. And he liked them. [[song is "the boy who destroyed the world" by AFI]][/size]
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Post by angels.to.demons on Dec 30, 2008 14:42:44 GMT -5
ooc - -stunned- Those lyrics suit him. Hellpaw needs to say something now. This thread is more of a chance to exercise our new bloodhounds than to appoint apprentices, eh? xDD Oh yeah, what does Chaospaw think Crimsonstar's lying about? I just have to know. =P
a shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence there's more than meets the eye 'round here; look to the waters of the deep! a city of evil... there sat a seven-headed beast, ten horns raised from his head symbolic woman sits on his throne, but hatred strips her and leaves her naked the beast and the harlot The first taunt flew from Chaospaw's mouth, and Hellpaw, instead of flinching or sighing in exasperation, perked up and grinned, her tail curling over her little paws. She loved it when her brother challenged his parents, and now that he was older... Crimsonstar was probably the most fun to tickle. Still glancing back at Pouncetail, enjoying the shock he was probably receiving from her family's public hatred of one another, she straightened her spine and interestedly watched Chaospaw and Crimsonstar have it out.
she's a dwelling place for demons she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings fallen now is Babylon the Great Murdered only one cat, and you consider yourself a warrior? Hellpaw thought, a scoffing look on her face. Hmm, too bad, this Scarface fella sounded rather nice. I'll have to ask Mother about him later. This would probably bring up painful memories for poor Demon, and Hellpaw could only grin. It wasn't often she got to see her parents in pain; and they gave it to them only too often, so...?
the city, dressed in gold; fine linen, myrrh and pearls her plagues will come all at once as the mourners watch her burn destroyed in an hour merchants and captains of the world, sailors, navigators too will weaken, mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky the beast and the harlot As Crimsonstar went on, leering at Chaospaw through immense yellowed fangs and fiery eyes, she began to feel a little nervous for her twin. After all, as quick and smart as Chaospaw could be, Crimsonstar was so much bigger than he, so much... StarClan, he was almost like a god of war! He was... not like any cat before him, she was sure, with his frame of unlimited power, his presence of strength, and not to mention his blood-splattered pelt color. Of course, he wasn't invincible in any way, but he certainly wasn't weak... probablby, in a battle between Plaguestar, Mintleaf, Vastflame and Crimsonstar, her darling, beloved father could kill them all with no regrets.
she's a dwelling place for demons she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings fallen now is Babylon the Great she's a dwelling place for demons she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings fallen now is Babylon the Great However, her awe and fear grew into hilarity as her father went on. He looked so regretful! His pale gold eyes burned into both her and Chaospaw, and he looked like he was thinking of sending them both over the brink, where they came from. Trying to hold in her chuckles, she sauntered over with all the felinity and grace of a flowing river. Seating herself besides Chaospaw so he could view his children better -- his son, small and with swirled ginger tones in his pelt, and his daughter, pale orange and with blue eyes, she scoffed coldly, StarClan put you up there? Likely story. More likely, you found this starving group of rogues and put them in their place. Who could blame you? And anyways, she mewed again, glancing at her brother with bright blue eyes, How could any of the other Clans suck as bad as this one? I mean, you aren't leading the other Clans, are you? She tilted her head and narrowed her blue eyes.
the day has come for all us sinners if you're not a servant, you'll be stuck to the ground flee the burning, greedy city lookin' back on her to see there's nothing around Resentment flooded through her as Crimsonstar began to take in his children with pity. I am not to be pitied, Hellpaw snarled inwardly, seething through her orange coat. StarClan knows I'm much better than he or Demon will ever be. No, StarClan doesn't know; Dark Forest doesn't know; nobody does. But me. And Chaospaw. She flicked her tail against her slightly smaller brother's flank, as if to assure she was right beside him in everything he did to make Crimson and Demon's lives living hells.
i don't believe in fairy tales and no one wants to go to hell you've made the wrong decision and it's easy to see And she was. Born to raise hell, that was Hellpaw!
now if you wanna serve above or be a king below with us you're welcome to the city where your future is set... forever [song = Beast and the Harlot, by Avenged Sevenfold. Very, very fitting, don't you think?]
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