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Post by Hades on Oct 20, 2011 20:05:47 GMT -5
[/color]” Runningbird said softly, nodding his head in the direction from wince he had come. “I remember you leaving, but you didn’t say where you were going.” the she-cat replied, not as quietly, “I thought it was because you had spotted a frog or something.” “ No.” Was Runningbird’s only response, ironically though, she had been right! It had only been a frog. He glanced at the black she-cat, slightly envious of her pelt and the way it melted into the shadows almost seamlessly. Under the glow of the last quarter moon, it looked eerie. He was positive that in her eyes he glowed like a glow-worm or something. Shortly after moon-high had passed, the she-cat had gone back into the camp to catch some sleep and to wake up the next guard, he was getting ready to do the same when something caught his attention. A cool breeze had blown past, and it carried the scent of Bloodclan. Remaining in his spot he waited to see who was in the darkness. Moments passed, and Runningbird began to become impatient, so instead of doing what should have done (which was go back into the camp and wake the next guard, and alert the leader) he ventured into the darkness of the forest… [/size][/font][/ul] COMMENTS;[/I] Whooo!!! First roleplay thread!!! MUSE; pretty good.[/i][/color] TAGS; Korse | Vanya Count; 473[/i][/color] |
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Post by vanya on Oct 20, 2011 22:29:04 GMT -5
KORSE! when i wake in the morning i only need two more miracles to be a saint - everything i promised everyone i'd be, well, i just ain't - and only my heart knows my head is lying, lying - oh glory i think i see you 'round the bend and i think i'll try any pose and get there in the end
The night was so shallow in leaf-fall; it didn't yet have the pure, heavy black in its sky that leaf-bare brought, nor did it have the denseness of greenleaf. Still, its darkness stretched along every surface, claw-moon not offering any light to the dim landscape.
Korse loved it.
He trotted through ShadowClan's shady territory, unconcerned about any possible arguments. No cat in their right mind would dare mess with the leader of BloodClan.
Besides, he had business to attend to. There was a she-cat in ShadowClan to be betrothed, and therefore he needed to ensure that she had a mentor that was worthy. And he already had a cat in mind that he figured to be acceptable for the job. Korse slipped through the shadows, preparing to go into the camp when a scent caught his nose.
Runningbird. Just the cat he was looking for. The brother of Rowan, who was one of his own loyal warriors. Korse sat back on his haunches and waited, Runningbird's scent becoming slowly stronger; the cat was coming in his direction. He would let the tom come to him.
When the grey-and-cream furred cat came into view, Korse lifted his head, still bigger than the tom even though he was sitting.
"Hello, Runningbird," he said in his growling meow, standing up to tower at his full height. His pelt rippled with the movement, looking solid and well-fed despite the slowly lessening amount of prey.
"I was coming to find you, but it seems you've come to me instead." Korse began walking circles around the tom. He reveled in causing fear, even if he wasn't there for anything particularly evil. He watched the grey cat for any response, his rich green eyes narrowed in interest. "That's good."
He stopped then, standing directly in front of Runningbird, unsheathing his claws to rake deep gouges in the dirt. "Since Rowan left ShadowClan to join my ranks you've excelled quite a bit. It seems my choice to leave you in ShadowClan has done well for you, as any decision of mine would."
"But I am here now for an...assessment. If you fail, you will prove yourself disloyal to me." He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "And you know what happens to those who are disloyal."
With that, he lunged forward, bringing out one huge paw to slash at the side of his face to test Runningbird's reflexes. If he couldn't avoid a simple slash, he was certain to be a disappointment. Not only that, but Korse would have to do another assessment on the abilities of the mentors of ShadowClan...
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Post by Hades on Oct 20, 2011 23:12:05 GMT -5
[/i]’ He thought, moving into the clearing where the Bloodclan cat sat. His green eyes widened with surprise, pure, honest, surprise. The large black mass that sat among the shadows could not be mistaken for the spirit of a cat that had died. Runningbird had heard tales about the warrior ancestors coming down to the clans and interacting with them in dreams, but Runningbird knew that this was no dream. “Hello Runningbird.” Came a low growl he had heard before. ‘ Korse!’ Recovering from the shock of coming almost face-to-face with the Bloodclan leader, he calmed his expression down to one of recognition. The big tom moved in a circle around him once he had sat down. “I was coming to find you, but it seems you’ve come to me.” Runningbird met Korse’s gaze with an expression, ‘ Oh really? Well then…’ “That is good.” Korse continued. Runningbird wondered he could possibly want. A personal visit from Korse was almost never a good one. “Since Rowan left ShadowClan to join my ranks you've excelled quite a bit. It seems my choice to leave you in ShadowClan has done well for you, as any decision of mine would.” It was as if Korse controlled his destiny. No one controlled who or what he was going to become! Not even the brute who was now sitting down in front of him. Runningbird only gave a nod, as if he agreed with Korse, though he didn’t say anything. ‘ An assessment? What-?’ Runningbird’s answer came shortly. ‘ He wants me to mentor an apprentice? A betrothed apprentice??’ Why would he want Runningbird to do such a thing? Unless Rowan proved himself an excellent fighter and Korse though he possessed the same skills… ‘ yes, I do know what happens.’ He thought after Korse has finished. Then Runningbird’s attentive eyes caught movement in the tom. ‘ He’s going to kill me before he even assesses me!’ Was the thought that darted through his brain before he ducked and rolled to the right, landing again on his paws. He didn’t dare unsheathe his claws, though. Keeping an eye out for Korse’s next move, Runningbird waited for Korse to continue… [/size][/font][/ul] COMMENTS;[/I] . . . MUSE; pretty good.[/i][/color] TAGS; Korse | Vanya Count; 529[/i][/color] |
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Post by vanya on Oct 22, 2011 17:18:35 GMT -5
KORSE! when i wake in the morning i only need two more miracles to be a saint - everything i promised everyone i'd be, well, i just ain't - and only my heart knows my head is lying, lying - oh glory i think i see you 'round the bend and i think i'll try any pose and get there in the end
A twisted expression of delight clawed its way across Korse's face. If there was one thing he loved about his position, it was that he was free to do this: fight as he wishes, watching his opponents curl back in fear, afraid to even unsheathe their claws should it beg his wrath. The control, the ego boost...it tasted sweet on his tongue.
He stayed still for a moment, watching Runningbird where he'd dodged away to the right. He knew the longer he stood there, the more the tension would eat at his opponent. In a real battle, he may stay that way until his enemy grew too anxious and finally struck, and then he would come forth in his full power. It was a trap, using their own impatience against them: one of his favourite ways to fight.
But he wasn't here to kill; not today, not this cat. And so he darted forward, rather than attacking rushing back and forth in front of Runningbird in an attempt to confuse him. He feinted, left and right and left again before finally striking forward with his right paw. Korse bared his teeth in a savage expression of enjoyment.
"You are quite good at this, Runningbird. Better than I expected." He'd torn out cats' eyes doing this many times before, cats who were too stupid to employ defensive maneuvers. He loved it, loved the blood splashing over his outstretched paw, loved the sinking of his claws into the softness and listening to the screams. Korse loved blood as much as he loved power. Perhaps even more.
He relented after a few moments of this, pulling back with an appearance of ease about him. "Not bad, Runningbird. Not bad at all." Again he began striding in a circle around the tom, each circumference bringing him closer to the grey and cream tom until their pelts nearly brushed with each step.
"You know Russetkit, I imagine," Korse said then. "She is to be betrothed, and you are to be her mentor. I trust you will do well in this endeavour..." He leaned forward, eyes narrowed into glowing green slits. "Or else."
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