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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2014 21:54:37 GMT -6
| For Thicket. Open to one other DeathClanner. |An American Shorthair padded into the main DeathClan clearing, carrying his most recent kill - a rather plump hare. The area seemed deserted, which was pretty concerning... but it had been like this for moons. Drought stifled a sigh. Where was everyone? As annoying as some of his "Clanmates" tended to be, he still missed how things had been before. These days, the Clans had probably forgotten about DeathClan. They weren't feared anymore.
Hopefully, the prey-scent would get some attention. Though he didn't make a habit of sharing his food supplies, Drought was willing to split the rabbit if it meant he'd get a decent conversation.
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Post by Thicket on Mar 15, 2014 22:00:48 GMT -6
Hey Drought is that you? Where are the others? Everyone left. Are they dead? He had too many questions in his mind. Thicket was still young, but larger than most cats. He often joked he had Lionclan blood. He was a massive brown Siberian with brown eyes. He stared at his far more experienced comrade and asked, May i join you? Without waiting he sat down, but a good distance away in case he was to be shooed off.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2014 22:26:52 GMT -6
A familiar voice made him turn to face the brown cat with a faint grin. "Thicket. It's been a while; good to see that you survived the cold moons." He nodded toward his old ally slowly. "I haven't the faintest idea where all the others are... but go ahead and sit. Want to share a meal while we talk?" Drought pushed the rabbit between them with one paw.
"It's been too long since I chatted with someone around here."
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Post by Thicket on Mar 15, 2014 22:34:25 GMT -6
He was happy or at least amused about another DCer being around. The cold wasn't too bad. It was the lack of company that made it hard. He would sit and he took a small bite of the rabbit. That it has been. The others probably fled for the hills or are eating Twoleg food. He figured that Deathclan, as powerful and strong a group it was, would fall apart. He figured it wouldn't be within his lifetime.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2014 22:45:00 GMT -6
The scar-faced tom ripped off a piece of meat from the hare and gnawed on it as Thicket spoke. "Well, company isn't always good. There are plenty of cats who would be more than happy to steal from those who were managing well. I wouldn't doubt that some of them abandoned DeathClan or went scavenging from the Twolegs." Drought frowned, nose wrinkling in distaste. "I hope we get a few decent cats this newleaf so that we can make a comeback."
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Post by Thicket on Mar 15, 2014 22:49:13 GMT -6
That is true, he said, chewing thoughtfully, I still believe that company in the middle of winter when you have more than enough to spare so the food isn't wasted is nice. Too many cats became free-lance during the winter. Few ever remained loyal to Deathclan as himself and Drought had done. He didn't mind the weak ones leaving however; it made the core of Deathclan even stronger.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2014 22:54:45 GMT -6
The spotted adult shrugged. "Personal preference. I'd rather not take my chances and tough it out alone until the thaw, but there's no law saying you can't open a buffet with free nests." His whiskers twitched in slight amusement. "Really, there's no laws at all around here. Where did Fallacy, Hallow, and Badger ever get off to? I haven't seen any of those three in a while... though I did accompany Fallacy to TreeClan somewhat recently."
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Post by Thicket on Mar 15, 2014 22:56:57 GMT -6
I knew several raids went on. Vale returned from Fireclan. Took the bugger long enough. he said. The usual gang wasn't around. Sure there were about ten of them but they were bold and proud of what they did. They caused chaos and fear and had plenty of territory and influence for such a small group.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2014 23:02:52 GMT -6
Taking another bite of the prey, Drought nodded. "Yes, I was glad to see that he changed his mind about FireClan... although I'm not convinced that he'll stay. I have yet to really talk to him about that whole episode." Though Vale wasn't actually related to him, the American Shorthair still treated his old ally as a sibling.
"Anyway, yes. I led a raid on FireClan not too long ago. It was something to do, at least."
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Post by Thicket on Mar 15, 2014 23:05:17 GMT -6
He took another nibble of the rabbit. He wasn't too terribly hungry. I am convinced he will stick around until he sees what a mess we got. Then I wouldn't blame him. I heard he has a family there now. He hated the idea of half Deathclan kits but they will be strong. His children will be strong in battle. Too bad on the wrong side.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2014 23:15:01 GMT -6
The hare was the first thing Drought has eaten all day. Since it was currently heading on sunhigh, he was pretty likely to finish the rest of it... even if the brown cat wasn't all too hungry.
"A family in FireClan?" I didn't hear about that. The older tom frowned slightly at this. "I'm rather disappointed that he didn't bring them here. Any cat with Vale's blood would do well in DeathClan, and Darkpool knows that we need the firepower... though I wouldn't want to look after the little beasts until they grew up."
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Post by Thicket on Mar 16, 2014 17:38:51 GMT -6
"Well I guess he could drag them in later. Besides, it is just a rumour." he said briskly. He considered the need for more cats greatly. "The more cats the better, but we need a strong core. I guess we are the core."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2014 17:42:23 GMT -6
The older tom shrugged. "I get the feeling that FireClan won't be too happy about that if it is true... but then again, they might not be pleased with raising kits that have DeathClan blood." He chewed on one of the rabbit's legs briefly.
"Yeah, I'd say we're pretty much all that this place has left. It's sad... When I was young, it wasn't anything like this."
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Post by Thicket on Mar 17, 2014 18:05:25 GMT -6
"Really? Tell me about the old Deathclan. I have heard many great stories. Please enlighten me." he said thoughtfully. He joined Deathclan because of what little he heard. He wanted to be involved in making it a great place again. Now look at it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2014 19:31:48 GMT -6
"The old DeathClan, back when Viper was in power, was... interesting. Definitely more lively than it is now. Viper never really did much leading; he left us to our own devices for the most part. Which is why it was chaotic. But we still had trainees then, which I believe was a good thing." Drought paused briefly to lick some of the rabbit blood from around his mouth.
"When Anarchy rose, things were better for a while... but he betrayed us. He built up the beginnings of a powerful regime. Then he abandoned DeathClan, telling us to govern ourselves. Certainly lived up to his name, that cat did." The spotted tom frowned slightly.
"But just as chaos was about to descend upon us, Fallacy stepped up as our leader. Were you around for that?" Drought asked his companion.
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