Let's check this place out.

[Shadewing]

[this was actually a topic that was never completed, so nothing happened]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=A83333] Count: 355 Rouge: Sin the Coldblooded Involved: None Notes: Just be warned some swearing may pop up.. it's all censored, though. I walked through the long moors. I had crossed the road from the frozen marsh.. I hated the marsh in this season, the ice stood and then broke, always. I didn't like the marsh that much, not in this weather, not at all. But this land was occupied, I could tell. Now, if I could just find one cat.. I was angry. Angry.. I needed somebody to take the stress for me, one way or another. I dug my claws into the ground, and I ripped up the hard moorland. I needed a punchbag, very, very badly. Come out.. these d**n cats aren't as lively as normal are they? The females are just asked for me to fix them, and the males aren't asking for snapped necks anymore.. what the hell going on? I growled, walking through the night in the cold, hard moor snow. My blue eyes seemed to glow, a light through the dark. A light only for me, unshared. I thought I saw a dark brown lithe cat in the distance. A she-cat, perhaps? The thought made a smile creep to my face. That would put him in a very, very fine mood. Just play innocent, lost. Make her lead you somewhere nobody would know about, and then go get her. Ha ha.. she-cats are so caring.. they fall for it every time. I was planning. I believe I am a very good planner. And, this plan, this plan would work out, it would. I could feel it, like a fire within him. A fire to keep him warm, a fire to destroy.. a double edged blade. "H-hello?" I staggered, in my nice little play voice. "C-can you help me?" I asked, in his fake innocent voice. But the fake part of it was hard to pick up. I was very convincing. A cat that looked weary and weak on the outside, malicious and twisted on the inside. But as long as everything went well for me, it wouldn't matter. Don't kill her, just fool around with her a little.. ha ha..

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=734f3f] Kit - Earthpelt the cold and miserable Words - 339 Muse - Okay I guess Notes - God the snow is getting thick, and it shouldn't be. Gosh darnit this is WALES, not RUSSIA Earthpelt was stalking, watching the rabbits come out of their burrows in their thick winter fur. Lucky b******s, and their long winter coat to keep them warm. All Earthpelt had was a stupid thin coat, and her thin body didn't really help either, neither, then again, did the illness, and the fact that almost every bloody cat was ill. Earthpelt could smell another cat, but she ignored it. All she cared about was food. Food for the new queens, and all that stuff. Food was all that mattered. She didn't care if she died trying to get this food, as long as she didn't go too near the Thunderpath or the Gorge, then she'd be safe. Or so she hoped she would be. Then the other cat spoke, causing her to jump a foxlength into the air, scaring the rabbits back into their holes. Earthpelt cursed under her breath, turning around to see the black and white cat covered in scars. She would have recoiled, but it was rude, but this tom was tresspassing on Windclan territory! He had to be punished. But he sounded hurt, and scared. Maybe he wasn't... No, all rogues and loners were hostile, and would take their food, subsequently leaving less food for the clan, making more cats die of that stupid illness. "Who are you? What are you doing on Winclan territory?" Earthpelt surpressed a hiss, but it still came out. She didn't trust this cat, rogue toms usually just waned a female to pass on their genes, and Starclan d**n it they already had enough stupid kits.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=A83333] Count: 280 Rouge: Sin the Coldblooded Involved: Earthpelt Notes: desolation row~ My ears perked at her message. As pissed as I was to hear someone as weak and lowly as her talk to me like that, I still had to play the lost innocent cat. I held my anger surprisingly well for someone who was ready to just leap forward and kill. "Patch." Sin would be a sinister name to be heard, and my ploy wouldn't work. And I looked kind of like a patch, with the colors on my body, I thought. I mean, the white and black fur made me look like a lost cat. "I'm lost.. I didn't think I was on your territory.." I sighed. "I'm trying to get to the place where the two leggers live. This looked like a shorter route.. so.." I stopped there, and looked down at my paws with my blue eyes. "Don't let my scars unnerve you, I don't mean any harm.. it's not the strong cat who gets the scars." I looked back up at the lithe she-cat. "Sorry for trespassing." I walked closer, thinking, of how to get her into a more quiet place. I shifted in his paws and shivered. I had my own needs to tend to. The rat I ate was starting to leave my belly, and I was hungry again. Thirsty too. But this female.. I'd put everything off for her. She was pretty d**n important to me at the moment. Obviously she was a she-cat with a sharp tongue, not a female in heat who would satisfy my desires without a second thought. Oh well. I would get what he wanted soon enough.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=734f3f] Kit - Earthpelt the curious and suspiscious Words - 222 Muse - Okay I guess Notes - DON'T DO IT EARTHY D: Earthpelt watched this tom with suspiscion. THe twolegs were only over to the west. Not like it was far. A short walk and he'd be there. And she knew that male rogues wanted females to carry on their genes. She couldn't let that happen. "Twoleg place is over to the west." She fliscked her tail in said direction. "Not very far, but I'd advise you to move there quickly. Other patrols will be out, and they won't be a merciful as I am being." She snorted, not turning her back from this tom. Of course the strongest cats got scars, especially if they had been fighting against just as strong cats. She was smaller than this 'Patch' cat. He looked sort of Patch-like, but she wouldn't let him get to her. For all she knew, this was just a ploy, a trap to get her to have kits against her will. And that would not happen. End of.

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