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Post by midnighthowl on Mar 7, 2011 13:15:16 GMT -5
In her mind she laughed like the devil; snickering every so often in her vanity. Her pride. In reality, her lips hardly quivered; the only indication that she was pleased was the fulfilled gleam in her bright ocher orbs. Midnight had already spoken to her apprentice, Maplepaw, about when the Coterie would strike next, but she had other allies she needed to inform. That led to here and now - her journey to Poisonfang, an... ah, a loyal RiverClan tom indeed. There would be no way for the Clans to prepare for the massacre, of this, she was sure. The entire forest would be still, silenced by the uprising that she herself had spawned.
And then what? The rogues and the loners would look to her like a holy essence, some figure resembling StarClan in the flesh perhaps, for all the nurturing and love she had given them first. They would be bountiful with prey! These woodlands would be theirs. All thanks to Midnight. Can you see how very narcissistic these ideals are? Hardly, there's a different between confidence and arrogance, sweet conscience o' mine. But when she thought that, she was reminded of the absence. The missing quintessence of the voice she heard, her mothers voice; so familiar and comforting, it had gone astray, now nothing but memories. Always memories. You never stay in one place, you know, mommy. She deliberated to herself, her tone a mock gloom.
No amount of negativity could dampen her spirits now, not when she held as much power as a deity in her paws! When she completed her goal, it would be living hell for anything but her humble hands. "My little world, I'll say..."
Pawsteps clacked over the frozen wood, the bridge unmoving, surrounded by a winter wonderland. In the air, her breath came out in wisps of cold induced puffs, and flakes gently fell, leaving pale, obvious specks to stain her ebony coat. Sitting down, she wrapped her long, bushy tail around her forepaws, eyes calmly scanning, she waited.
Not even a bird cawed in the distance; the horizon was like a picture, painted white, all signs of life deafened.
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Post by poisonpaw on Mar 10, 2011 23:38:07 GMT -5
poisonfang of riverclan All you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you | [atrb=border,0,true] Poisonfang rolled over in his nest, gazing at the ceiling. He was still sore all over from the fight, and he had a nasty headache from when he was thrown around. But he wasn't going to let any cat observe his pain. He was going to solder on, perhaps a walk would help clear his mind. Maybe a mouse would run under his claws, and he wouldn't need to bring it back to camp. Besides, his Clanmates were fat enough, starving would be good for them.
Snake-like, Poisonfang slithered out of the den, leaving soft pawprints in the powdery snow. Quietly, he sniffed the air. He wanted to be sure no one was going to follow him on this little walk of his. Almost grinning, he continued to glide out of the camp, careful to remain silent. When he got to the edge of the island, he paused. The water was still running under a thin sheet of ice, and it would not be fun to sink through it. Dropping into a crouch he used the same teqhneique of stalking a mouse, hardly letting any weight flood through his pawsteps.
Once he was safely across the rushing water, he continued his trek. A few times, he smelled stale RiverClan scents, which wasn't too surprising since he was still safely inside the fishy Clan's borders. Sometimes, Poisonfang wished that he could be a rogue, so he wouldn't have to worry about being accused. Sure, Clan's didn't like having rogues in their borders, but they always freaked out when the faintest trace of rogue scent drifts across to their noses.
The young tomcat pushed his way through the thick snow, and glanced up as fresh snowflakes drifted down, dancing in harmony with the wind. Oh, so peaceful!' Poisonfang chuckled to himself, peace could always be shattered. Finally, his own pawsteps led him to the twoleg bridge. Poisonfang was about to turn away when a familiar, and comforting, scent. 'Midnight!' He whipped his sore head around and saw the she-cat, bright white flakes staining her sleek black coat. Respectfully, Poisonfang dipped his head to his real leader.
His voice was smooth, and very calm. 'Greetings Midnight. May I ask what brings you to this wonderful territory?'
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Post by midnighthowl on Mar 11, 2011 11:40:38 GMT -5
Perhaps she had arrived too soon, she considered, as she sat there patiently, snow descending peacefully until there was a layer of white over her thick ebony fur. Did she mind waiting? Of course not, though it did get monotonous sometimes when there were no thoughts to be heard in order to kill the time. Haha. In times like this, Midnight didn’t really care at all if she lingered in one position for sunrises, so long as it served its purpose. What idiot would really waste so much time for nothing? No, this was important. She had a message to pass on, or else she wouldn’t be here.
And speaking of her motives, and how essential they were, she had crept out of camp as silent as death, and didn’t plan on bringing anything back when she returned. ShadowClan didn’t have any prey anyway, its territory comprised of silt, goo and muck. Whatever they caught, if it even filled half a belly, was more than likely from another Clan territory – pardon frogs and those other disgustingly slimy morsels.
The she-cat hung on that one notion, suddenly distracted by anticipation. She paused, expecting the voice to mutter some bittersweet reassurance, to tell her that her plans would go alone fine regardless of what the marshland was worth; or conceivably, to lecture her about respecting the Clans ways, as they were as reverent as her own home-place. In the event that she heard anything of the sort, Midnight would disagree, as her birth cult didn’t believe in such naïve, impractical things like “StarClan”. Their views were more pragmatic, dividing firmaments with names like ‘Paradise’, ‘Purgatory’ and ‘Hell’. How simple, no? But the voice articulated naught, leaving Midnight feeling more alone than she had in a long time- regardless of the approaching pawsteps.
How did she know he would come alone? Ah, yes. Because he joined the Coterie, pledging loyalty to her, he must have his own reasons for despising RiverClan, or all Clan life, for that matter. Her orbs narrowed, the ocher in them flaring with pride when Poisonfang dipped his head politely. He did good to remember his manners…
Greetings Midnight. May I ask what brings you to this wonderful territory? "We're going to get along, I can tell," she started in her deep course voice, it boomed in her chortling. "The Coterie is going to strike ShadowClan in two days, on the new moon, and it would do you great honor and pleasure, I presume, to show up." She rose to her paws, shaking off the easiest of the powdered flecks.
"You're to meet me at the twisted birch just as dusk approaches," she smiled, but it was coy and crooked; "But forgive me, I run my mouth too much. Got any news?" Like what's been going on with RiverClan. She added, silently, flicking a flake from his nose with her tail.
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Post by poisonpaw on Mar 14, 2011 0:20:41 GMT -5
poisonfang of riverclan All you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you | [atrb=border,0,true] The flakes fell silently, drifting past each other and gathering in clumps on the frozen earth. They bit at the tomcats paws, creating a numb sensation through his toes and ending with slight shiver at the base of his spine. None of this bothered the young cat as he faced the feline before him. Her eyes shimmered with pride after he dipped his head, but Poisonfang listened intently while she spoke to him, 'We're going to get along, I can tell,' curiosity echoed in his yellow depths, he could only imagine where she was going with this. Remaining silent and focused, he pricked his ears and continued to listen to what Midnight had to say. 'The Coterie is going to strike ShadowClan in two days, on the new moon, and it would do you great honor and pleasure, I presume, to show up.'
Excitement caused his heart to speed up, and his head began to spin. This was an amazing bit of news, and it had almost brought a smile tugging at Poisonfang's lips. Apparently, the silky black she-cat wasn't quite finished here. Poisonfang had a feeling that she hadn't arrived just to share this news, and he hadn't even began to think about where he was to meet her. 'You're to meet me at the twisted birch just as dusk approaches,' she voiced his thought, and once again he dipped his head in a respectful manner. 'Of course, Midnight. I look forward to this meeting,' Poisonfang's claws shot out of his paws, subtly scratching the snow.
A few heartbeats later, Midnight opened her jaws to speak once again, 'But forgive me, I run my mouth too much. Got any news?' She took a pawstep closer him, she was so close he could feel her warm breath ruffling through his thick fur. The wind pushed a stray flake of snow to land gently upon his nose. He caught his breath as the she-cat gently pushed it away with her tail, Poisonfang read her eyes, and he grinned. There was so much he needed to share since the fight with WindClan, starting with the deputy's death. 'So much has happened since we last spoke, so many deaths,' his eyes echoed the mock grief in his tone, RiverClan decided to make enemies with WindClan, crossing their precious boundaries and enraging Stripestar.'' Poisonfang paused, eyes shimmering in the frosty light.
He shuffled his paws and fluffed his fur out, beginning to feel the effects of the chilly wind. 'During the fight, a RiverClan warrior murdered the WindClan deputy, Greencloud. The killer has remained hidden, but I am trying to figure it out myself. All these loyal warriors seem so innocent.'
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Post by midnighthowl on Mar 14, 2011 16:37:07 GMT -5
 it was a tempt indeed, to stare into space and contemplate. her concepts spiraling on and on, dragging her unnecessary and looping thoughts in wide circles. was it because she enjoyed the interminable conversations? or just knowing that she could have them, and all with herself? it used to be that she would have them with the voice; they'd go back and forth until one of them got too frustrated to reply any longer. it seemed like two separate beings, within one body. but now... things had changed. everything had evolved.
midnight was alone, no more sweetly told stories, no more scolding. and it was rather hard to admit this, because it was practically degrading ones self, but without the comforting whispers to steer her - all of these decisions seemed more difficult to make. such as where she would attack first, how she would get around the barriers, if she should incorporate the patrols into this game - should she just kill them all or make them beg for mercy? because the latter was more her forte, she liked the way they gasped and choked on the air, in preparations, lest it be their last chance to do so.
So much has happened since we last spoke, so many deaths. RiverClan decided to make enemies with WindClan, crossing their precious boundaries and enraging Stripestar. the black tom mewed, his voice silky in it's mocking suit; interesting. so now the clans were fighting amongst themselves, which would make it all the more easy to simply scream, aim and fire.
if they were divided up, they may make allies with the Coterie, in their hatred - everyone was always making foolish decisions when they were angry. like smallclaw, she thought, chuckling silently. he had struck a deal with midnight; to shut his mouth in order to keep his life; doesn't seem very equal, now does it? that's why he added an additional request, that she kill emberstar of thunderclan as well.
she nodded to poisonfang's words, taking them in with appreciation. During the fight, a RiverClan warrior murdered the WindClan deputy, Greencloud. The killer has remained hidden, but I am trying to figure it out myself. All these loyal warriors seem so innocent.
"of course they do, their heads are swollen with conceit and - what was that... oh, oh yes, honor and respect," she scoffed, her rays glinting with amusement. oh how she liked this tom! "they're all dimwits, i don't know why you've stayed with them so long." her tone was honey-sleek. although it was a simple statement, if one had any idea who midnight was, one would know that she was asking for an explanation, or rather, suggesting that some change be made. it didn't appease her to have to travel this distance in order to communicate with one fellow hand.
in fact, her paws ached, now that she thought about it. that just wouldn't do.
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Post by poisonpaw on Mar 16, 2011 22:03:03 GMT -5
poisonfang of riverclan All you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you | [atrb=border,0,true] Sitting here in the snow was not the ideal way for Poisonfang to exchange gossip, but he endured it. This was important, and he was willing to risk anything for Midnight. Not that he was worried about what a Clanmate might do to him if he was caught. What plagued Poisonfang was the worry of being uncovered, and letting RiverClan find out things about the Coterie. Perhaps the Coterie will be the only thing he will know to love, for he had no one at all in RiverClan. Midnight's voice cut through the snowy silence, 'Of course they do, their heads are swollen with conceit and - what was that... oh, oh yes, honor and respect,' The tomcat nodded in agreement, he was glad that he shared things in common with Midnight. It was always nice when that happens with someone you actually respect. 'They're all dimwits, I don't know why you've stayed with them so long.' the she cat finished talking now, and seemed to be waiting for Poisonfang to reply.
Honestly, Poisonfang had no idea how to react to the last words Midnight said before closing her jaws. Why has he stayed with them for so long? He doesn't love them, respect them, or feel any loyalty to them at all. What has made him stick around for so long? The black warrior looked up at the bare trees blocking the sky from view. He was lost in thought, trying to think of an answer worthy enough to use. Maybe he had stuck around as an apprentice so he could learn battle moves. Maybe now that he was good enough to be qualified as a warrior he could leave all of this behind and just travel as a rogue.
But then of course he wouldn't be able to spy on RiverClan, or give news he gathered from Gatherings to the Coterie. And maybe he would be trusted with his own apprentice that he could train and raise it to think Midnight she is better than StarClan. He grinned at the thought, and then turned to face the feline once more.
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[/font] His tail moved through the snow and wrapped around his paws. 'Also, these idiots give out apprentices to anyone. If I was to be given one, well then, the Coterie would probably have another member.'[/font] Of course, there was always that doubt of treachery, the chance that it would still remain loyal RiverClan. But apprentices know that mentor knows best, right? [/div][/td][td][bg=101010] status complete tagged midnight words 456 notes
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Post by midnighthowl on Mar 18, 2011 14:37:01 GMT -5
To be honest, I have often thought about leaving, and I plan to in the near future. But, while I remain within Clan boundaries, I can pass on news to you which can aid in your future plots. Poisonfang meowed smoothly, wrapping his long black tail around his forepaws; Also, these idiots give out apprentices to anyone. If I was to be given one, well then, the Coterie would probably have another member.
Midnight didn't find his reasons inane, no, in fact she found them well-thought of, and regardless her irritation for having to trek all the way to this bridge to wait for his arrival (which, she felt in the stirrings of her chest, he would come here this day, and they would meet randomly - for good purpose) she was not going to pry any more. He told her why and it was good.
Her thoughts remained restless, however; when the Coterie overthrew ShadowClan it wouldn't matter if the warrior was in RiverClan or not, they would be next on the list. All cats would either die or surrender, that easy! Like cutting cake... Her ocher gaze glimmered, and from her throat, she uttered a simple string of mmm. Did he realize that as soon as ShadowClan was attacked, his place in RiverClan would be archaic? News of the intruders would spread through the forest like a wild fire, and he would be exiled.
"Just remember what I told you; the twisted birch, two days from now, at dusk. Don't be late." That was an order. Flicking her ears, she unfurled her tail and rose, gaze never leaving his. He was a good hand of hers, she trusted he wouldn't have to make her act on her silent threat. If he didn't show up, that was considered a foul act of betrayal... Nobody liked that, either. Least of all her.
Today is going to be a good day, I can tell. Ebony frame stalked away, disappearing into the snowy fog, her coat engulfed by sallow powder.
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Post by poisonpaw on Apr 1, 2011 9:43:35 GMT -5
poisonfang of riverclan All you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you | [atrb=border,0,true] Time seemed to be as frozen as the snow that fell around the two black felines. Poisonfang wondered if he was going to be encased in the soft flakes. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to stand out here, and he didn't want any RiverClan patrol to find him out here with Midnight. How would he explain it to them? For all they knew, she was a loyal ShadowClan warrior and he should be ripping her to shreds for tresspassing on RiverClan territory. Midnight seemed to feel the same way because soon she opened her jaws to speak for the final time, 'Just remember what I told you; the twisted birch, two days from now, at dusk. Don't be late.' Poisonfang nodded and began to back away. It wasn't long before Midnight melted into the shadows and the tom was left alone in the silent snow.
He got up and stretched, sniffing the air and pleased to find that the air tasted like mouse. He found it and killed it quickly, but his mind was buzzing with thoughts of the attack that would take place. Is the coterie strong enough in numbers to take on ShadowClan? With the mouse clutched in his jaws, Poisonfang chuckled lightly. Why was he worrying about this? He knew that Midnight wasn't a fool and if she thought they weren't ready she would not attack them.
By the time he got back to camp, his worries were put to rest. This was a good time, he had never even dreamed of finding another cat with as much hate for the Clans as his own. A pair of apprentices passed by him, and he just glared at them. Don't worry, soon your ways of life will be very different. He grinned as he bit into his prey.
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