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Post by Dove on Jul 13, 2014 0:37:27 GMT -6
The sound that came out from Lyric was deafening. The silver tabby flattened her ears and shut her eyes closed, having a feeling of her own self being ripped apart too. Dove was never good with others being tortured, less someone that she respected. She knew that if this was the end, Lyric would just continue life with a fractured spine and probably some serious scars, but would still be alive.
As she heard the comments of some of the crowd, she hissed. How could her clanmates see this as a game? That peasant deserves to have her legs torn apart then. she darkly thought, giving Mockingbird an annoyed glance.
Why couldn't they just be quiet?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 3:14:26 GMT -6
 I'M NOT LISTENING TO MUSIC
LYRICS WOULD HAVE GONE HERE NO SONG -- N/A NOTES: ------- WORD COUNT: 185 ❥ LYRIC'S EARSPLITTING CRIES filled the air as Drought clawed violently at the ex-royal. When the female moved away to glare at him, he stared coldly before turning and kicking at Lyric's flank. If he made contact, she'd probably be feeling that for a while. The blow might even break a rib or two, though he doubted it would cause life-threatening damage.
He could hear the Clan murmuring, clearly unsettled. Almost none of these cats would have been around to see the beatings in the old days. DeathClan was practically a bunch of pansies these days; they needed to fear what would happen to traitors and fools.
The leader spat at the wounded grey-and-white cat. "Get up. Leave this land, and never return. You'll be killed if you're seen around here again," he snarled scornfully. Lashing his tail, Drought faced the crowd.
"Take a good look at this fool. Unless you want to look like her, you'll obey me. You knew what you were signing up for when you came to DeathClan... and if you're not going to be loyal, you'll be smart and get out."
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Post by Lyricwhisper on Jul 13, 2014 11:23:45 GMT -6
Lyric felt her breath leave her lungs at his kick to her flank. She thought she could hear something crack in her body, and she gave a loud groan, laying on the ground as she tried to catch her breath. Then, Drought spoke. Get up. Leave this land, and never return. You'll be killed if you're seen around here again.
"What you have done ... is shameful. I will gladly never come back. Tell ... my father goodbye. That's all else I ask of you." Lyric was sure he wouldn't do that. She was almost glad Vale hadn't shown up to see his own daughter being beaten by his "relative." Standing up, the gray and white she-cat stumbled through the crowd, leaving a blood trail behind her as she went. She didn't look up to see her former clanmates' gazes.
I will go to the clans. RockClan seemed kind enough. Maybe they will accept me ... And, with that, Lyric left DeathClan for good, disappearing in the foliage.
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Post by Jollyberry on Jul 14, 2014 18:42:05 GMT -6
His ears flicked back and forth as conversation raved between the lower Peasants. Couldn't they simply be quiet? They were ruining the moment. Bell wasn't a sadist, he took no obscene pleasure in the pain of another, but rather than seeing this as pain he saw retribution, and in that there was no need to be sadistic. He wouldn't have minded more punishment, some of the peasants were getting on his nerves, and Bell could be rash.
Drought's warning sent shudders of pleasure down Bell's spine, and he grinned despite himself. There was softness here. Soft cats massing around and gathering like fat in Deathclan were killing it, and it seemed like Drought was as tired of it as he was. At least in this respect he was glad to be such a suck-up.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 9:03:26 GMT -6
[*looks at the top of Drought's post* I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE]
Sunspots watched the traitor pad slowly across the crowd into the bushes, leaving a trail of blood behind. Her eyes flickered up as she heard Drought's yowl and thought: I underestimated him, guess I never saw what he could do. I'm not a soft and squishy cat. I'm not a fool and a disloyal traitor. And I'm not scared of Drought. She calmly licked a paw, stroked her face then stood up and padded away.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 5:55:24 GMT -6
GOTTA FIND ME A FUTURE
MOVE OUT OF MY WAY TAGS: All of DeathClan
I WANT IT ALL -- QUEEN NOTES: Finishing this thread WORD COUNT: 185 ❥ DROUGHT WATCHED COLDLY as the she-cat made some sort of attempt to shame his actions. No, he was justified in what he had done - Lyric had brought about his downfall, and she deserved everything she'd received in return.
He didn't know who the traitor's father was, nor did he care. No last requests would be carried out for Lyric. The splotched tom bared his teeth as the DeathClan exile fled. You'd better run fast. The next time I see you will be the last time you're seen alive.
None of the gathered cats seemed to have anything to say. Perhaps he'd shocked them silent? Good. They needed to learn their place. This was DeathClan, where the strong prevailed and the weak were left to rot. From what Drought had witnessed, his younger followers were behaving more like spoiled kittypets than bloodthirsty rogues, and he'd had enough of it.
With a lash of his tail, Drought raked the crowd with his amber gaze before whisking away. He disappeared into the foliage surrounding the clearing and headed for his den. It had been an awfully long day...
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