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Post by squee. on Sept 29, 2006 0:42:23 GMT -5
You need him. I could be him.
A silent figure stood motionless on the edge of the Shadowclan borders, blood thirsty amber eyes watched for any signs of life among the clan. It had been moons since he had truly figured out who he was and his fate. He gave no emotion but a gaze so intense it made many cats silently slink away from his piercing amber eyes. Black fur matched the utter blackness of dawn, the time of perfect killing. Many clan members would be tucked away in their nests warm and living off the comfort of complete safety. Not for long. Soon, Mothpelt will make every clan fear even mentioning his name!! He would strike fear in even Bloodclan’s hearts when they mentioned his name. Though he possessed half of Tigerstar’s spirit most of Mothpelt’s evil side guided the ways now while the normal Mothpelt watched cats die in utter horror. Only the thought of the last victim, Morningstar the great leader of Riverclan the thought of loosing each life in a slow manor and each with a new surprising twist he dismissed the thought of his moments of pleasure. He had work to do. Claws unsheathed and sunk deep into the ground below his paws. Today would be the day he watched Shadowclan fall in ruins at his paws. Ears flattened against an ebony head, how would he find new ways of killing them all? Maybe he’ll just toy with one of the warriors…and then gradually take more and more….greedily feeding his bloodlust. But who would be his first victim? One name came to mind soon after he pondered on the question.
Cheetahpelt
Yeah. It was perfect, he could gain revenge on the she-cat for turning him into the monster that he is today. In an instant, he dropped to the ground and his eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t kill her!! She was one of his closest friends among the entire clan. That’s when the thought hit him! He would ‘return’ to Shadowclan and slowly take them all out one by one under cover as the precious Mothpelt. Everything was perfect and he could even toy with this Cheetahpelt. He would show them all real terror; he would remind them how lucky they are to be wandering the forest for all these years. This forest which would soon fall at his very paws, oh yes it was time to begin it all. Everything starts with a paw-step. So gradually, Mothpelt pulled himself to his paws and started for the Shadowclan camp to begin his plotting, back-stabbing revenge plot. He’d start with Cheetahpelt and make his presence known to all the cats in Shadowclan….then take his old friend on a patrol and then he’d feed her to the monsters. Just as she had feed him to the roaring beasts.
I could be an accident…..but at least I’m still trying.
That’s more then I can say about him
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Post by Roxie ! on Sept 29, 2006 16:23:27 GMT -5
((Whoas!!!Mothy is STILL possessed?  )) |
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Post by squee. on Sept 30, 2006 18:42:43 GMT -5
((-nods- Since the invisionfree site is long dead and I didn't get a chance to roleplay the evil. Also since the top plot on this site that involves Tigerstar yet. I decided why not use Tiger screw around for a bit....then when he gets sent back to where the hell ever he is at.....he can be even more ticked off))
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 1, 2006 8:22:32 GMT -5
((Lmao kk! O.o did you want me to reply with anyone, then? Or ish this thread private or something?))
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Post by squee. on Oct 1, 2006 18:10:37 GMT -5
((-nods slowly- Uh. YEEAAAHH He's going for Cheetah...so yeah go ahead lol))
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 1, 2006 18:23:43 GMT -5
OOC//Riiiiiiggghhtt.....Who's Cheetah again??Lmao A lithe bengal shape slipped quickly and quietly through the shadows of the forest, her soft amber eyes glittering slightly, reflecting off of various shafts of sunlight. Her pace was quick, as if she were running from something. In a way, she was. Dustfall and her had broken up awhile back, when Cheetahpelt had been sure she loved Mothpelt. Typical. She had remained loyal to a dead cat. And now she had her former mate's kits, to get in the way of her ever forgetting the past. The thought of Amberpaw and Copperpaw made her lip curl, and she shivered and padded on.
Cheetahpelt tried to distract herself with thoughts of hunting or patroling. But no interesting scents came her way, and no prey crossed her path. Or if it did, she was too distracted to notice. The bengal had been through a lot lately: Her mother's death, and Mothpelt's, the break-up with Dustfall, and the birth of his unwanted kits. Had StarClan cursed her? Speckled ears flattened against the she-cat's head as her whole pelt bristled.
As if giving in to exaustion, Cheetahpelt's pace suddenly slowed so that it seemed as if she were almost not moving at all. Her head bowed and her long whiskers brushed the ground slightly.Cheetahpelt wasn't even paying attention to where she was going, and as she slipped past the water's edge, she didn't care.She wouldn't've cared if she had slipped into the depths then and there. But what actually happened was even more of a shock to the she-cat.
With the sound of brushing fur and a soft thump, Cheetahpelt stumbled into another cat. Blinking, she stumbled backward, amber optics still fixed on the ground. Sorry, She meowed softly, still unwilling to meet the cat's eyes. Changing course, Cheetahpelt proceded to walk past him, until she caught the scent of a loner, burrying some deeper, faintly familiar other scent. Slowly, Cheetahpelt's gaze traveled to the tom's paws, as if afraid of what she might see.
The familiar pattern was too much for the she-cat to even try and surpress her hopes. With a small jump, her eyes darted instantly to the cat's face, and her head whipped upward to meet the eyes of.....
Mothpelt. Cheetahpelt's own eyes widened in utter shock, her fur beginning to bristle in disbelief. This was just an illusion, a mirage....and yet, she had just knocked into him.But there are plenty of tabby toms around here!It's just some loner. Somehow, Cheetahpelt couldn't bring herself to believe it. To dash her own hopes every time she saw a tom that looked like Mothpelt. But the tom was too familiar...
M-Mothpelt? |
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Post by squee. on Oct 1, 2006 18:58:33 GMT -5
For a mere moment, cold, dark amber eyes met with Cheetahpelt’s but as the real Mothpelt recognized the she-cat…Tigerstar disappeared. A new plot had formed what if he let the two fall for each other….then turn on her? It was all perfect, make her fall for him and then force him to kill her……….AFTER she found out he killed most of Shadowclan. Tigerstar receded into the depth of thought, becoming a mere nightmare to Mothpelt. His own amber eyes widened in astonishment what where the chances the two would meet again? Especially now!
For a moment, he dare not say a single word….for just one word could ruin the entire reunion. Slowly taking a deep breath, he merely gave the she-cat a curt nod for the answer. Though after another moment’s silence he felt as if he HAD to speak to his lost friend, or warn her that he wasn’t really who he was in the past. That Tigerstar now had an icy grip on his soul and used him as a puppet for revenge….even Mothpelt wouldn’t stay alive after the forest fell.
“Yeah…that’s me”
His voice on the edge of a soft purr, showing every bit of amusement…just like the old Mothpelt used to when talking to friends and family. He said no more…merely waited for his ‘lover’s’ reply.
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 2, 2006 17:30:07 GMT -5
Cheetahpelt stared in silent amazement for a moment longer, as if she could still not believe who was standing in front of her. The bengal looked as if she had seen a ghost, which she half thought she had.And then, slowly, as if finally re-assured by Mothpelt's voice, she let out a long sigh, blinking the confusion out of her amber eyes, although amazement still lingered.
...How....? was all that Cheetahpelt could stutter out for a moment, stunned into silence.And then, all at once, the questions came out in a slurr.Mothpelt! Is it really you?! What happened? How are you still alive? Where have you been?! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault that you were hit on the Thunderpath! Why'd you save me? I'd rather have just died! She meowed all at once,and then, realizing that she had just blurted out an almost unintelligable slur of questions, blinked appologetigely. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 19, 2006 18:59:32 GMT -5
Though, Mothpelt was annoyed with the questions the she-cat spat at him....he showed no sign of it. He would have to convice this cat that he loved her, just in time to watch her die. With a small mrrow of laughter he waited until she was done with her questions. Though the last question did stand out....Why did he trade his life for hers? Why wasn't she dead and back with Tigerstar other then him? With a slient sigh, he began to answer....
"Why did I save you," He repeated, "Because. We're friends...and I couldn't have watched that monster plow you over without a word"
He meowed. Though he made no move to comfort the rest of the she-cats questions. He merely watched and waited for what she'd say or do next. But with another twisted grin, he knew exactly what he'd do.
"What'd I miss while I was.....away?"
He questioned. Though he knew exactly what happened, including Dustfall and her affair....the unwanted kits and more.
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Post by redxiii on Oct 20, 2006 23:49:10 GMT -5
(Bwaa? sorry, just felt random...ok bye!)
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 23, 2006 16:54:50 GMT -5
OOC//Lmao Swifty...
Cheetahpelt blinked her amber eyes once in confusion, tilting her head slightly. Mothpelt seemed to have avoided her other questions.The young cat's mind whirred with confusion, and she had to unsheath her claws and dig them into the ground to steady herself.So you killed yourself instead?Mothpelt... She sighed in exasperation, and wanted to press her nose into the tom's brown pelt...but refrained and tried to push this out of her mind, focusing now on answering Mothpelt's other question.
Alot.... Cheetahpelt replied slightly, eyes narrowing.I....I had.....uh.... She paused, hesitating. Cheetahpelt's first litter of kits were a complete mistake, never supposed to happen. She didn't even like referring to them as her own. But she wasn't going to stand and lie to Mothpelt. But why did it seem so awkward? She almost felt as if she had betrayed her friend in some way.But that was crazy....they were just friends...er...right?
Kits She blurted out at last, and then looked away, her voice lowering.But that was...long...ago...For a moment, Cheetahpelt seemed to drift into a distant world, but shook her pelt as if to rid it of some invisible dust, and turned back to Mothpelt, faking a cheerful expression.But you still haven't told me how you survived! |
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Post by squee. on Oct 23, 2006 17:13:41 GMT -5
((O.o Swifty...wants to be random? YAY he can join that scary club of random-doers that live under my dog's new dog-house. They DO have cheese though))
Again, Mothpelt dodged her last question afterall she didn't need to know the part with Tigerstar and the other's plot to start a clan of thier own. Though he did manage a surprised look when the she-cat mentioned kits. All of this was just to fun to play along then just kill the warrior. Deciding to answer one question at a time, he picked her first question and let his gaze fall to his paws. With his right paw scuffling around the leaves beneath his paws, he meowed.....
"When I first got out onto the Thunderpath I thought I'd freeze. Then when I got you out of the way...I realized I did freeze. I couldn't move or even breath when I looked into the lights of the monster"
His gaze still remained fixed on his paws; he almost refused to look back up at the she-cat when he first realized he was about to laugh. He loved playing innocent, everyone is so giving when it came to trust. Willingly, every cat in the forest would trust a loner wandering about. Holding back the laughter, he let his gaze rise to meet the warrior's before looking away agian in 'shame'.
"Kits you say?" He meowed, glad to be on yet another subject of weakness for the she-cat. Putting on a hurt look he added, "With...who??"
This was great! Soon he would know exactly how to take this she-cat down and her mate as well....the perfect kill for them both. Especially since he could make this kill one of the bloodiest. Love always made for disaterous kills or at least take the trust from any cat. Though he didn't mention anything about her last question, she'd find it all out soon enough.
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