Post by Scarheart321 on Dec 6, 2009 17:42:46 GMT -5
His face was against the wall, almost as if he were in trouble but he sat himself down to think for a bit and then he turned with a grin. It really didn't matter if he could trust this cat in the long run, for now it was simple to say that he could. This cat missed his family so much that he would do anything to get them back and anything to make them care about him again, the way he said it was forgiveness. His amber eyes flashed to see the cuts along the tom's gray fur. He was in so much pain now, ambushed by the young apprentice himself. It was funny really, how strong he had gotten and nobody knew; he didn't even show or tell Icepaw about it.
He licked his lips and gave that evil grin that he oh so well loved. If it hadn't been for the tom asking for a proposal he would have killed him. It was only a moment ago that the older tom had told him of his poor missing kits and his predicament. To him it was hilarious so he kept his face straight to help make him feel better. Not. At this very moment he was laughing to himself, he had this cat under his command.
With a slight smile he went on, circling the tom, his broad muscles showing through his fur, "You want me to help you?" His teeth glistened as he spoke, stained with the tom's blood, "It just so happens that I may," the funniest thing about this was that he had convinced the tom that he had his children and that he would kill them if he did not obey him. To the tom it was frightening but to him it was hilarious. He snapped at the tom to make him jump as he spoke, "On one condition," he grinned.
He was shaken after his fight with the young cat. Why and how could this cat fight so well? The dark ginger tom was so young but he was vicious and cruel in every way and form. His shame came when he remembered begging for mercy from the pain but in that he learned that this tom had his kits and would kill them if he did not obey him. After his fight with this ShadowClan apprentice he was not surprised that he could do such a thing.
It was hard for him to swallow his pride and listen to Redpaw. When the ginger tom snapped at him he did jump and with his wounds so deep he was afraid. He swallowed up his fear for a moment and looked on with his dark blue-green eyes in horror, "What condition is that, Redpaw?"
He hissed and pounced on him, clawing at him with all his fury, just enough not to kill him. When he jumped off he turned and hissed, "I told you to bow to me when I am speaking to you and when you address me! You are lesser than me, not my equal!" He was growling now as he spoke, "The condition is," he smiled as he spoke, "Even after this, you must obey me."
His eyes flashed with horror as he felt the stinging sensation of newly found cuts, some in his other wounds again. He bowed his head in fear and loyalty now, "Yes master," he was afraid he no choice, "Will my kits die?"
A grin surfaced across his face now and he got closer to the bowed tom. He bent his head down and spoke in an evil voice like non other, "As long as you obey me they won't."
He closed his dark blue-green eyes, somewhat out of relief and somewhat out of hatred, "Then," he meowed silently, "I will."
It was that moment that he grinned a larger grin than he had ever did before, "Good."
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It wasn't that hard to convince Storm of what he would do to his children. Now, all he had to do was really capture his children. He had the best enforcements too, he knew their names and what they looked like, Cricket and Honeybee. The grin became larger now, he was going to get them and bring them here. From what Storm had said, Honeybee and Cricket had been following his trail through WindClan; which gave him a good idea of where they would be.
After reaching it through ShadowClan territory a few ways, almost back to camp from rogue territory he heard a noise. It wasn't Storm, who he had met in the rogue territory, for the sole reason of finding followers. His muscles bunched up and he grinned as a his came from his lips, "Who's there?" When no answer came he sniffed to find them and grinned again, "No answer? Then-" He spun and pounced at the cat, "I'll make you talk!"
He saw them now under him and he narrowed his eyes a bit, "What are you doing here?"
He licked his lips and gave that evil grin that he oh so well loved. If it hadn't been for the tom asking for a proposal he would have killed him. It was only a moment ago that the older tom had told him of his poor missing kits and his predicament. To him it was hilarious so he kept his face straight to help make him feel better. Not. At this very moment he was laughing to himself, he had this cat under his command.
With a slight smile he went on, circling the tom, his broad muscles showing through his fur, "You want me to help you?" His teeth glistened as he spoke, stained with the tom's blood, "It just so happens that I may," the funniest thing about this was that he had convinced the tom that he had his children and that he would kill them if he did not obey him. To the tom it was frightening but to him it was hilarious. He snapped at the tom to make him jump as he spoke, "On one condition," he grinned.
He was shaken after his fight with the young cat. Why and how could this cat fight so well? The dark ginger tom was so young but he was vicious and cruel in every way and form. His shame came when he remembered begging for mercy from the pain but in that he learned that this tom had his kits and would kill them if he did not obey him. After his fight with this ShadowClan apprentice he was not surprised that he could do such a thing.
It was hard for him to swallow his pride and listen to Redpaw. When the ginger tom snapped at him he did jump and with his wounds so deep he was afraid. He swallowed up his fear for a moment and looked on with his dark blue-green eyes in horror, "What condition is that, Redpaw?"
He hissed and pounced on him, clawing at him with all his fury, just enough not to kill him. When he jumped off he turned and hissed, "I told you to bow to me when I am speaking to you and when you address me! You are lesser than me, not my equal!" He was growling now as he spoke, "The condition is," he smiled as he spoke, "Even after this, you must obey me."
His eyes flashed with horror as he felt the stinging sensation of newly found cuts, some in his other wounds again. He bowed his head in fear and loyalty now, "Yes master," he was afraid he no choice, "Will my kits die?"
A grin surfaced across his face now and he got closer to the bowed tom. He bent his head down and spoke in an evil voice like non other, "As long as you obey me they won't."
He closed his dark blue-green eyes, somewhat out of relief and somewhat out of hatred, "Then," he meowed silently, "I will."
It was that moment that he grinned a larger grin than he had ever did before, "Good."
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It wasn't that hard to convince Storm of what he would do to his children. Now, all he had to do was really capture his children. He had the best enforcements too, he knew their names and what they looked like, Cricket and Honeybee. The grin became larger now, he was going to get them and bring them here. From what Storm had said, Honeybee and Cricket had been following his trail through WindClan; which gave him a good idea of where they would be.
After reaching it through ShadowClan territory a few ways, almost back to camp from rogue territory he heard a noise. It wasn't Storm, who he had met in the rogue territory, for the sole reason of finding followers. His muscles bunched up and he grinned as a his came from his lips, "Who's there?" When no answer came he sniffed to find them and grinned again, "No answer? Then-" He spun and pounced at the cat, "I'll make you talk!"
He saw them now under him and he narrowed his eyes a bit, "What are you doing here?"
