Post by ---d e a t h p a w || on Oct 12, 2011 15:08:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=colspan,2][atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 500px; border-top: 5px solid #000000; border-bottom: 5px solid #000000; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/14cb0pf.jpg);,bTable] [style=text-align: center; font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight: 100!important; color: #8b8d92; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000;]Death darker than a black shadow in Moonlight, [/style]Beckons its prey into the unknown[/style][style=margin-top: -20px; font-family: helvetica neue; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 50px; color: #2E0854; font-weight: 100!important; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #000000; text-align: center;]Deathkit[/style][style=font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight: 100!important; color: #8B7B8B; margin-top: -7px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 12px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-align: center;]By a soft whisper in the Soul[/style][style=width: 90%; background-color: #555555; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #050505; margin-top: 5px; border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; padding: 10; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;][scrolly:h(245),w(446),sy,as(position: relative; top: 11px; left: 0px;)]Deathkit was bored. Now that Warkit, recently dubbed to 'paw' had moved to the apprentices' den, she had found no amusement in the nursery. There were no more arguments, thrashings, telling off's, blots of blood to clean --nothing. And for StarClan's sake it had only been two days since the ceremony. Now she had another reason to get out of this stupid nursery as fast as she could. Not really to 'join' her clanmates, but to at least found some amusement in their blunders and troubles. Speaking of apprentices, there had been on that cought her eye as peculiar lately, other than Warpaw that is. She moved out of the nursery, a cascade of light masking her eyes shimmer. Unblinkingly, she made way via the ThunderClan camp entrance, and slipped out silently. Many a time had she slipped past the eyes of her clanmates before. She quickly made way towards the ShadowClan border. She knew this patrol way by heart, not that it would help her much. Yes, her thoughts shifted to the apprentice again, what a peculiar apprentice. Deathkit had only been around her once or twice but, that didn't mean much, only that she had observed more than interacted. Call her a stalker, yes, but the purple-eyed apprentice had her own reasons. To start off, the subject was extremely . . . nice, too nice. You could see it in her eyes, the way she acted, the way she flounced around as if everything in the clans were to be celebrated magnanimously. Cats like these annoyed Deathkit to an extreme where in likely situation they would somehow get hurt shortly after meeting her. Take her sisters for example, or even her mother. It was because of her that they were dead. And as everyone thought that a rouge had killed Frostfur, he had done a poor job, and thus, she finished the job herself. There was one other as well. Berrykit, born about half a moon before her. He was a prankster, always getting into mischief. And one day, he went too far. An evening patrol had found his body in the river, and they concluded by the fallen sticks around his body, and the tree without branches, that he had slipped and fell. The small whole in his neck? A branch had lodged into his throat. She didn't kill him because she didn't like him, well, she didn't like him, but at that time the camp was always busy, everyone was happy, everyone was out hunting or training. They were too happy; Deathkit was bored. It wouldn't surprise her if she had another craving like that. If she didn't find some sort of amusement soon, another cat would end up in the river . . . or on the Thunderpath. Dead. And her cover most likely would be blown. Her mind quickly snapped back to the subject. She troubled her. The subject was very much like Warpaw in some ways more than others. She couldn't describe it, it was some sort of feeling . . . call it aura. It drew her closer to them, made her more interested in their affairs and her reason for this cold attraction. She already knew much about Warpaw, well, as much as she would probably get --which wouldn't be a ton, but she would find a way. So now, S-- Wildstar. Wildstar had the same sensational feeling. From certain facts that she concluded the aura she felt, the cats had a common secrecy; but Wildstar? It didn't feel quite the same, however. She shook her head, pushing the thought to the back of her mind at the moment. She could understand the dark aura from Warpaw, she was sure everyone could, but most didn't know to what extent that it flew to. The one she was currently following? She had it too. Something wasn't right about her. She was very nice, sweet, kind, and walked with one graceful paw in front of the other; but many a time had she seen the stiffness in her jaw while she smiled, the purposeful steps that told Deathkit that she was patiently waiting for something --for what? She had a theory. In a way, she reminded Deathkit of herself. And if that was true . . . Suddenly, the scent intensified and she realized that she was not ten fox-tails in front of her. She was with another cat, probably her mentor, or something, the name didn't matter to her, it wasn't important at the moment. Taking a minute to organize her plan and then nodded. She crept in front of them, making sure to not make a sound --it was hard, as she wasn't really trained for this; she swore she heard a crunch and immediately stiffened. When she checked that they hadn't seen her, she sniffed the air, making sure she was downwind --every kit at least knew that! one, two, three! Panting, she ran into their path bumping into the warrior. She stretched her eyes wide in an innocent gesture. . . . . oh! . . . um hi? --- OHPLEASEDON'TPUNISHME! it came out quickly, with guilt, her voice high and squeaky, I was so bored in the camp, and there wasn't anyone to play with me and then I asked Warpaw and he was beingmean and, and, and . . . !!! she sniffled, Please don't tell Wildstar! Please, I'mreallysorry! I don't wanna go back now! Warpaw scares me, and, and . . can I go with you?! Please, please. please? Can I, CAN I !??! Keh, Warpaw, really? As if he could ever scare her, oh well. Urg, now she had to get the warrior away, troublesome. Now, Swiftpaw, she thought triumphantly. It's time you tell me your secret. Or will I have to do more stalking? ooc, Yeah, it's up to you if you want an actual rped warrior to play the part, or perhaps just imaginaryish?! Um, basically Deathkit's just going to ask to watch Swiftpaw hunt and then the warrior will go away somehow XD OR IT CAN BE SOMEONE ELSE, this post hasn't been touched in a while, so ANYONE can post, she can mistake Swiftpaw for someone else and such!!! template by columba of on the edge |
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