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Post by storm on Jun 6, 2013 1:08:24 GMT -5
hazel& coalpaw words 750tags veck's group notes it'll get better, I promise. Gotta get a feel for my charries.
Coalpaw slunk across the coarse grass of Twolegplace. Although he was quite a ways from home, he didn't care. The fact that his father had begun in on Magpiekit made the apprentice murderous, so it was best for everyone that he stay away a while. There were no worries about his little brother being alone because he knew the black and white tom-kit was safely in the paws of his foster mother and Leopardpaw.
The walk here had calmed him quite a bit, but the fact that he had strayed to non-clan territory was quite unsettling for him. Harsh mint green eyes flitting about warily, Coalpaw watched carefully for anything that hinted at danger.
If those fleabags that killed Rookfang come at me, I'll definitely kill them this time...
His thought process was cut off when the scent of a stranger assaulted his nose along with a bubbly tune made of trills. By the voice and sweet scent, the black tom recognized the feline as female. Turning to face the ginger and white she-cat on the fence to his right, he took on a wary stance.
"Who're you?"
Hazel paused in her stroll along the fence. Tune completely dropped, she looked down at the tall, dark stranger. His eyes sent a chill down her spine, which interested her. On closer inspection, he was a mere kid, so it was decided she wouldn't be too naughty with him. Long ago, she'd learned children only came with drama. They got too attached and couldn't keep up.
Hmmm, just 'cuz he's a kid doesn't mean I can't tease him a bit though.
Sauntering closer to inspect the lithe cat, she noticed a scar running along his side, deep into his skin. Another was across his neck. Many smaller ones littered his shoulders and such, a nick in either ear as well. This one was a fighter.
This one seems a promising pupil. Maybe a bit hard to poke at, but I can work with it. I'll have him racing through the trees in no time, on the heals of a fox kit.
Amber eyes sparkling with interest, she laughed when he scowled impatiently for her to answer his question, cold eyes narrowing. Apparently, he wasn't one to wait when it didn't suit him. Perfect.
"I'm Hazel! What's your name, stranger?" she winked playfully and leaped to the ground to join him.
"Coalpaw." he replied curtly, gaze following her carefully.
"No need to be so stiff, kid! I just wanna have a little fun. Maybe we could race in the trees or have a contest? Something like which of us could send the most dogs running with their tails between their legs? Oh, I know-"
Coalpaw sighed. She was so loud. "No, I'm not interested in playing games. Just show me a place to relieve stress...or anger."
Surprised, Hazel took a moment to let his words fully register in her mind. "Anger? Well...games are a good way to do that...or maybe you'd rather melt your stress away and have fun with some nice she-cat? I could find you a pretty little thing around your age to fool around with. I'm sure it wouldn't be hard seeing as you're such a hunk!"
Smirking at the shallow words she'd said, Coalpaw shook his head. "Harlots aren't my thing."
This tom was odd! One moment he was rigid as a board and then he was snarking back. Well this would definitely be fun. She followed his shadowy figure as he made his way on and began chattering next to him while he tossed sarcasm back easily. Although he didn't reveal much about himself, he seemed to have warmed up a little to her.
Pawsteps sent Coalpaw whirling around, wary once more. Sure, Hazel was obviously harmless, but the new arrivals didn't seem exactly bubbly. They were huge, male, and obviously accustomed to battle. A threat if he'd ever seen one. Although he said nothing, Coalpaw's eyes conveyed hatred. Any male non-Clan cats could possibly be the one who had killed Rookfang, so he took no chances in trusting them easily.
Hazel stared openly at the toms in front of them. Every single one of them were drop dead gorgeous! "Well hey there! I'm Hazel." her eyes raked over them slowly, a flirtatious grin slowly forming on her maw. "What brings you boys to my neck of the woods? Seeking some fun?"
Voice bordering joking, it was hard to tell if Hazel was flirting or not. It was obvious to Coalpaw she liked what she saw in these strangers though.
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Post by Michael Church on Jun 6, 2013 2:15:28 GMT -5
The four cats stood in blank expression of the spectacle before them. Their silence only piled on to the mystery upon them. One of them, Michael, a black and grey mixed tom remained emotionless despite his voice bearing a sharp tone.
"Are we interrupting something?" he spoke not expecting an answer. Staring at them he came to notice the sparkle of hatred in the young male's eyes. Witnessing this Michael noticed the bare radiation of contempt even from the distance the group stood apart from the stragglers. Michael raised a brow giving the small cat a questioning glare "Is there a problem kitten?" he asked shooting the female a glance. Her rather annoying voice had sent them to the two cats from a mile away. Michael didn't want to check it out but the Vince and Maxwell insisted on cutting into a conversation. But hey, they found a fence. Maybe this waste of time wasn't as bad as he originally figured.
Vince, a black tom with a white spot on his scarred neck smirked spotting the giddy female. Making an idea of the situation before them he came to an obvious conclusion. "Gentlemen, here we have stumbled across the typical female. Species name: whore. And a cute little kit trying to get some. Kinda reminds me of Nick's birthday." Vince chuckled. Maxwell laughed and Michael himself smiled wickedly. Vince scanned across both of them in search of something deviant. The only thing worthy of noting was the small cat's numerous scars. Seems the kitten was a fighter, and a brutal one at that. Vince shot a glance at Michael without shifting his head. Michael did exactly the same confirming his suspicion.
The steel gray cat rolled his eyes at Vince's comment. He regretted getting out of bed that day for the 'special' surprise that awaited him. Maxwell and Vince had awoken him from his nap with a promised night of fun. Nicholas didn't regret implanting his claws across Vince's maw later that night however. Matter of fact it made up for the idiotic waste of daylight. Nicholas wasn't so enthusiastic about barging in on this ear screeching performance like Michael but he went along with it. He did have to admit though, Vince seemed pretty damn right about the marvelous sight before them.
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Post by storm on Jun 6, 2013 2:59:35 GMT -5
hazel& coalpaw words 363tags veck's group notes i tried lol.
Coalpaw watched them speak silently, tail lashing behind him slowly. His fur had fluffed up a bit and his eyes had grown colder. The gaggle of idiots before him had said quite enough and he was ready to attack, but logic got the better of him. He'd learned well enough that being out-numbered and starting a fight was foolish. So, he stayed where he was and sighed.
"You idiots obviously have no eyes or ears if you think I was trying to 'get some'. If I were the fool you obviously think I am, I'd be all over Hazel. I wouldn't have kept my distance and tried to get close, intimate. Apparently you've no idea how to read body language." pale eyes slitted, the shadow tom spoke slowly, as if to a child. His body had gone back to a relaxed state, his shoulder's rolled back and tail dancing lazily behind him like a snake.
The fact that she was called a whore didn't seem to hurt Hazel in the least. Her expression was actually amused, remaining bright and friendly.
"Hmmm, well I can say I rather do like males, but that's not all there is to me. I'm not typical in the least." the flirtation was gone, replaced with a dangerous smile.
Flicking her tail to the group of toms, she brushed past Coalpaw whom had gone emotionless once more. Bunching her lean muscles, Hazel sprang back onto the fence and beckoned for her new apprentice friend to join her.
When he reluctantly leaped up beside her, Coalpaw had a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. He liked to explore, but just because trouble seemed to wrap him in an unshakable cloak didn't mean he liked it. From what he'd gathered of Hazel so far, she would be sure to lead him into something completely wild and probably life-threatening.
"Come on then, strangers! Get ready for a full tour! It may not look like much, but you'll soon see it's not half bad. Oh, and tell me your names while you're at it." the ginger she-cat balanced on her toes carelessly with a wicked grin. Things were about to get crazy.
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Post by Michael Church on Jun 6, 2013 3:39:25 GMT -5
Michael narrowed his eyes at the cat going on about how ignorant the four of them were. His body rumbled in quiet laughter at the speech. What was he trying to prove to them, that he was smarter? If only he knew.
"Analytical fucker aren't you?" Vince questioned his blissful mood deteriorating. The small cat was asking for trouble not only in tongue but in his own body language. His tail and bristling fur gave away more than he thought. But Vince wasn't one to attack someone for trying to appear superior. But Maxwell was.
The pitch black cat's claws slid from their sheathes in desire for the punk's blood. Beginning to take steps towards the small cat upon the fence he was stopped by Michael.
"Hold."
"If the kitten wants some action Mike I'll give it to him."
"Let him celebrate his 'victory' by walking away without a scratch. He'll figure out his comments will land him in a ditch." Michael said making sure to give the small cat a glare.
Maxwell slumped in disapproval. If anything the four of them should teach him that lesson. But he respected Michael enough to spare the cat a beating he wouldn't forget. Reluctantly sitting down he stole a glance at the she-cat who seemed anything but disheartened by Vince's insult. Maybe she was the idiot or just a little loose in the skull. "I think you dropped a screw somewhere girl. Unfortunately not on me." he mewed jokingly.
Michael shook his head at Maxwell's joke and turned to press on. They had yet found a city after days of walking and wasting time now on some idiot kids wasn't on his list of keeping his group alive. His friends followed in suite after seeing their leader take off silently. "We need to find a city." he uttered after already walking away.[/color]
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Post by storm on Jun 6, 2013 13:41:29 GMT -5
hazel& coalpaw words 486tags veck's group notes yeah, let's just go get Coal killed, Hazel! Great plan...
These cats reminded him sorely of his father. Pantherfrost would joke one minute, expecting him to laugh at his rough picks at his self-esteem then explode once he realized Coalpaw was anything but amused.
Not my fault they approached me wrong.
Their next words made the black tom chuckled darkly, mint green eyes sober. Yes, he knew their type well enough. They'd never had to hold back their anger or anything really. Confidence fueled them, their heads high because they had the factors of size and numbers. It disgusted Coalpaw and he didn't even try to hide it from his facial expressions.
"In a ditch, hm? Doesn't sound half bad. When do you plan for that to happen? Some time soon I hope. I'd hate to have to hang in suspense."
He sat on the fence with his muscles coiled, not unlike a panther waiting to spring for its kill. Sarcasm definitely wasn't the way to go with them, but hell, death would be better than what he had going back at camp. It was sad that the dark tom knew he wouldn't die though. Well, he figured he wouldn't. StarClan seemed to love to tempt him toward the bliss of death before quickly snatching him from it. A cruel fate to say the least.
Hazel arched gracefully from her spot on the tall fence to stand before the group. There was no fear, only excitement in her bright eyes. She knew just as well as Coalpaw did that these brutes could probably kill her, but that didn't matter. The thrill of danger pumped through her veins and the blazing ginger and white cat was excited for the adventures ahead. Seeing as they were headed somewhere else, she'd just have to make the tour along the way!
"Alright, here's the deal: I'll show you a shortcut to the city if you guys join me in a bit of fun. Tonight, there's an event called 'Coward's Game' going on and I'd love to see how far you guys could get through the challenges. Of course Coalpaw there is going as well, so if you guys do better than him, you've got full rights to beat the tar out of him!"
With that, she circled the group slowly, mischief in her gaze as it roved over them. They obviously did some working out. Brushing her tail across the leader's muzzle as she passed, she grinned almost teasingly.
"Well, what do ya say? Do you boys feel like joining in on the fun or are you too scared?"
Coalpaw canted his ears back and glared at Hazel. She'd just offered him up as a sacrifice! If this "Coward's Game" was about brawn or numbers, they had him beat! Heart racing, he sat statue still and tried to calm his rush of nerves. His speed would be key in this then.
Don't worry, Coalpaw. Just because Hazel is a bit...reckless, doesn't mean she'll get you killed... maybe.
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Post by Michael Church on Jun 6, 2013 14:47:34 GMT -5
"In a ditch, hm? Doesn't sound half bad. When do you plan for that to happen? Some time soon I hope. I'd hate to have to hang in suspense."
Michael stopped for a moment contemplating on cutting the cat's life short that very moment. But again, they didn't have time for shit like this. Regardless of what the prideful cat thought of them Michael had saved his life not seconds before from Maxwell. Ungrateful waste of fur would get was coming to him soon enough, but not from them.
Maxwell turned his head to the cat on the fence asking for a death wish. The urge to lunge after him made his blood run hot but Michael was right. Time was of the essence and it was already wasting away. Maxwell chuckled a bit "What ever you say scar sponge." he scoffed at the boasting little cat.
Vince frowned as he kept on walking alongside Michael. He only hoped that the kid would learn his place before someone taught it to him with bruises or death.
"Alright, here's the deal: I'll show you a shortcut to the city if you guys join me in a bit of fun. Tonight, there's an event called 'Coward's Game' going on and I'd love to see how far you guys could get through the challenges. Of course Coalpaw there is going as well, so if you guys do better than him, you've got full rights to beat the tar out of him!" the ginger female named Hazel announced gleefully.
Surprised Michael stood watching her attempts to get them to come along with a wide eyed expression of amazement. What did she want from them? Was she lonely or just insane? Michael reverted his gaze back to normal and stared at her, his brow raised again in question "Didn't your mother tell you to not go around asking strangers to murder your friends?" he asked making sure to seem like it wasn't a joke. Michael however didn't receive the answer he was looking for as she lashed her tail across Michael's face. Taking a step back his faded green eyes gave a warning signal.
Vince narrowed his eyes at Hazel, who appeared far to friendly for comfort or trust. War had taught he to trust no one but this was fucking ridiculous. She was practically a flare on enemy territory asking for someone to get killed. Vince raised his tail and whirred it around in search of Nicholas behind him. Once locating him Vince's tail pointed behind him near the cat sitting on top of the fence, keeping his gaze studied on Hazel. He didn't think they'd be stupid enough to try anything, but you could never too sure around females.
"Well, what do ya say? Do you boys feel like joining in on the fun or are you too scared?"
Nicholas understood immediately and focused his attention on the other cat. Looking directly at him Nicholas silently dared the cat to make any sudden moves. He wasn't as bloodthirsty as Maxwell was but he didn't take kindly to kittens acting like they were hot shit.
Michael thought about it for a minute. This could just be a trap. Along to way to their current destination the group had encountered thugs who hilariously tried to lead the into an ambush. Needless to say...they weren't around anymore. But it was the only shot they had and Michael had to take it, besides, how could he resist a challenge. Nodding at Hazel he flicked his tail "What do you think Max? Should someone learn a lesson tonight?" Michael presented.
Maxwell snickered, funny how stuff goes together like this. Twisting around Max gave the cat a evil grin. "What do you think Caillou? Want to test your mettle?" he sneered.
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Post by storm on Jun 6, 2013 15:18:12 GMT -5
hazel& coalpaw words 339 tags veck's group notes Hmmm, I'm starting to get a feel for this 'Coward's Game'.
A laugh bubbled from Hazel's maw. She was going to like these toms more than she'd thought! Shrugging her shoulders with an easy smile, the ginger feline twitched her whiskers in amusement.
"I never said you could kill the fellow, just rough him up a bit. Besides, you shouldn't underestimate him just by his look and attitude."
Now wickedly grinning, Hazel strutted toward the fence and pounced back to the top. Looking around, she noticed some of her friends gathering where the Coward's Game would start. As the creator of such an event, she was the hostess and it would be tons of fun to rake in some bets on her new friends. The way the others would size them up, the group would seem superior to the young tom on his lonesome. Maybe she could convince someone to work alongside him to level the playing field.
I don't want him killed in this...he's too young for that. Besides, I have a feeling I'll need Rasco and Diesel tonight anyway...to break up the beating if it gets too bad. Maybe Tyson and Vic too.
Coalpaw stood as Hazel began to pad along the fence top. Looking at the cats below, he shot them a smirk. Even if they did intimidate him, he would sure as hell not show it. The young cat wasn't stupid enough o believe he could take them all on, even with how long he'd been battle training.
"What exactly is the 'Coward's Game, Hazel?"
Although his voice was steady, the shadowy tom winced when he detected a hint of his nerves in there. It sounded pretty hardcore to him, and made his limbs shake at the thought of the cats that would be there. Maybe the cats from that patrol would be there and he'd get to exact revenge tonight.
Hazel blinked in surprise at her friend's question. Peering over her shoulder, she signaled for the brutes below to join them.
"If you guy's would follow me, I'll tell you about it along the way. Oh, and y'all never told me your names."
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Post by Michael Church on Jun 6, 2013 15:48:20 GMT -5
"I never said you could kill the fellow, just rough him up a bit. Besides, you shouldn't underestimate him just by his look and attitude."
Michael knew better than to actually kill the little bastard, but just because he was small didn't mean he would get off easy. But Hazel was sure about him, so he didn't underestimate the cat. "Likewise." he responded. Michael and his group might appear the average slow team but that was far form the truth. Each of them were smart in their own way and that's all they needed. Michael had no doubts they'd steal the show tonight at this game regardless if the other cat was actually dangerous. But if Hazel didn't give into her bargain of the deal then it would be the worst night of her life. "If this is a trick Hazel you know whats going to happen right?" he declared his voice in a clear threatening manner.
Maxwell rolled his eyes at Hazel, he could underestimate the cat all he wanted. Nothing would change the truth that he was clearly outmatched in every possible way. "Another day, another deathcourse." Max said unentheasticlly.
The four of them followed cautiously as they one by one made their way up the fence and performed their balancing acts. It was easy so far, and the whole Coward Game would be just as easy too.
Vince kept quiet. There was nothing to say anyway that Michael already didn't. The threat was justified and it would be used in case this was really a waste of time.
Once again Hazel had contested for their names. Three of them kept silent waiting for Michael to reveal themselves but he never did. All he did was give a simple answer.
"Need to know basis. We aren't going to be around long anyway." he asserted plainly.
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Post by storm on Jun 6, 2013 17:04:46 GMT -5
hazel& coalpaw words 288 tags veck's group notes Funnn.
Hazel snorted, pausing in her dance along the fence to turn and look at the group. Narrowing her amber eyes, she flicked her tail and grew a determined look.
"I need the names to announce for the Games, boys. Ah, and what would I get out of setting you lot up? My crowd listens to what I say, and won't attack unless needed."
Walking backwards on the white-washed wooden boards, a wicked grin crossed her face. Yeah, her boys would behave, follow the rules and such. She wasn't one to lie about serious matters like that. Besides, ambushes were a waste of her time. She'd been there and done that. All it ended up doing was create a good old-fashioned brawl and rivalry for a few moons. Hazel would much rather have fun swinging through the trees and pulling pranks on Twolegs than create chaos as serious as a set-up.
"Anyways, the Coward's Game was created by yours truly a few moons back. It's a fight club mixed with an obstacle course. The cats have to get past the cats I assign to the end of levels of that old mansion over there. On your way to them, you'll find traps, mazes, and riddles you have to solve in order to get past. Once you reach the top level, which is the attic, you have to show you are in fact not a coward and go through a series of tests I myself put you through. Sounds fun, hm?"
As she spoke, Hazel motioned toward a decrepit mansion a few fences away. At the entrance behind a wire fence was a snarling rottweiler.
Coalpaw shivered at the sight of the mutt and frowned. This wouldn't be as easy as he'd hoped.
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Post by Michael Church on Jun 7, 2013 0:37:35 GMT -5
Vince gave Hazel an uninterested stare. The pure stupidity of it all made him sigh in disapproval. But the others were battle hungry and he couldn't blame them. Its been a while since they partook in something this dangerous. And that's had them crawling over. Mike would deny any accusation but they all knew. He only decided to follow because of this. The thrill of life or death. But the name of the whole thing just made him shake his head. "Oh make it a game about bravery and danger but call it Coward's Game. Dumb bitch..." he muttered, not caring if she heard it or not.
The four of them listened carefully, or at least all of them but Vince. But even he perked up like the rest at the mention of a mansion and their eyes laying rest on a angry dog hungry for cat fur.
"Wow. Takes ya back to some good times huh?" Maxwell commented.
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"Nicholas!"
"Nicholas! Wake the fuck up!"
The light grey cat's warm amber eyes flickered open for a moment before setting back down.
"Get up you mute moron!" Maxwell demanded sending a swift smack onto his friend's cranium.
Nicholas leered up eyes and body wandering in a delirious state. Mouth wide open with a trickle of blood running out he stared at Maxwell in bewilderment and terror. Nicholas gazed around the area before them in search of his other friends. And he found them, but his blood ran cold seeing what chased behind them.
"Its coming back!" a Circuit cat shouted in fear as him and a group of others slit up in the ensuing chaos. Claws and razor grinders laid waste to everything it could find, the large dog released from his hold by the Defiance into Circuit territory. The beast had found its way into a safe haven that the group and numerous others were residing at and was destroying it all. Nicholas wasn't sure if he was tossed by it or knocked out but his adrenaline started pumping as loud banging from his heartbeat filled his ears. He bolted up and starting off across the living room of the building trying to find his way upstairs. Maxwell followed close behind. In his everlasting sprint Nicholas tripped over the body of dead Circuit cat and slammed into the ground, his tooth chipping. The shocking pain caused made him jump back up in desperation as he took off and climbed up a wave of stairs.
"Vince, where the hell is Max and Nick!?" Michael questioned loudly over the screams of Circuit members. Vince took a moment to register the question and shook his head in response "The dog grabbed Nick and tossed him at a wall. Max went after him!" he replied. Michael's claws slid out for the fight that approached up the stairs. Whipping around he came watched Max and Nicholas come running with the fierce dog not far behind.
Maxwell struggled his way up the wooden hill, his bleeding leg disabling him from keeping up with Nicholas. As he hurried Max's fear became present in the form of hyperventilation. Reaching the top he came face to face with Mike and Vince, other Circuit members standing strong beside them protecting the weak and injured that darted past them. "Next time something claws at the door lets not god damn answer i-" Max was cut short as his chest met with the growling mutt's large paw. Hitting the wall he slumped against it unable to move, his head pounding.
"Everyone! To the escape hole, now!" Michael yelled as the dog reached the top step and knocked Max towards a wall like a wet paper towel. Michael stood defiant as the dog's glare met with his. The two stared back unmoving until both charged at each other. However Michael had numbers on his side and it proved sturdy enough to fight the dog off a little longer. But it didn't last long as the death count raised higher and Michael was caught between the dogs jaws. Raking the animal's face with his claws Michael was released painfully smacking into a wall. Getting to his paws he called it, they were no match "Lets go! Retreat!" he ordered and took off to a cranny in the wall. Slashing his way inside with his claws Michael turned around and waited for his comrades to come along.
Nicholas, Vince, and Maxwell along with a few Circuit cats made their wall through the whole battered but alive. But they were missing a cat. Mason. A young soldier and new addition to the Circuit was at this safe haven and was fighting along with his team against the dog no less than a minute ago. Time seemed slow as Michael grew anxious waiting for his young ally. When all hope withered his pray was answered as Mason forcibly made his way in. "Mike, help me!" he screamed as he almost pulled out. Michael took hold of Mason and placed his legs against the wall for support. But it was useless as the dog continued begging for his friend.
"Don't let me die Mike! Please!" Mason hollered through his crimson caked maw. Michael gritted his jaws as he pulled hard against the dog's overpowering strength. Not daring to let up. But in half a second Mason was snatched away from Michael's grip and pulled through on the other side.
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Michael frowned in memory of the past. That day proved threatening to his mind unlike most. He kept silent as Maxwell mumbled something terrible. Michael felt like belittling him but he didn't know what affect that had on his leader.
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