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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 6:43:51 GMT -6
 SOMETIMES I WISH
I'D NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL TAGS: -------
BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY -- QUEEN NOTES: One may join WORD COUNT: 373 ❥ IT HAD BEEN several days since Lyric's betrayal. After exiling her from DeathClan, Drought became reclusive. The scarred black-and-white feline hadn't left his underground den since the incident. And how could he? He was nothing now. His Elites and their guards had been forced to flee the Clans. It was hard to believe that he had once ruled over every cat except for the rogues, loners, and kittypets. Sure, he still had DeathClan... but the leader wasn't convinced that his threats during Lyric's torture had convinced them to stay in line.
Drought eventually slipped into a fitful sleep. He dreamed that he was back in the main clearing, about to punish Lyric... but the faces around him were not those of his followers. Clan scent overwhelmed him as the shadowy cats rushed at him, their claws ripping at his pelt. He screeched and attempted to fight back, but there were too many. He could see Whitehawk, and Cloverstar, and countless other CloudClan-worshippers. Just as fangs sank into his throat, he jolted awake with a strangled cry.
The patched tom had shredded his nest with his thrashing. Amber eyes wide, he got to his paws unsteadily and tried to shove the dream from his mind. Surely the Clan cats would not dare to come here. They understood how powerful DeathClan was. Right?
He padded out of his den among the roots of a large tree, hoping that the fresh air would calm his nerves. The leader's ribs showed as he climbed up onto a low branch; he hadn't eaten since before the rat attack. Though he was aware that he needed to stay healthy if he wanted to keep control of his Clan, he couldn't bring himself to venture out into the evergreen forest. DeathClan was growing too restless. It seemed as if Lyric's actions had ignited a flame of rebellion inside many of his followers. What if they rose against him? Drought was strong in combat, but he knew that he couldn't fight more than a few cats at the same time.
A noise from the bushes surrounding his tree caused Drought to look up suddenly. He hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings. "Who is it?" the American Shorthair called warily.
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Post by Onyx on Jul 23, 2014 7:21:34 GMT -6
Onyx strolled in. "It's just me, Onyx." He told his leader. He was angered at Lyric, she took the kits back to the clans, forcing his fellow DeathClanners to flee the clans, causing DeathClan to lose control of them. "I've heard about Lyric." He growled. He was also worried for his leader, being he hasn't left his den for a couple days. He was relieved that Drought had gone out for some fresh air. "How are you holding up?" He asked him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 19:35:07 GMT -6
RISING UP TO THE
CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVAL EYE OF THE TIGER -- SURVIVOR NOTES: ------- WORD COUNT: 217 ❥ DROUGHT COULD'VE SWORN that this Onyx cat looked familiar. As he rooted around in his memory, the leader recalled where he'd seen him before. Hadn't he met this peasant in the swamps a few moons ago? Last they'd met, Drought had been on the verge of giving him a few scars for his disrespectful attitude.
Either the idea of having a common enemy had made Onyx suddenly more friendly, or the black tom had been frightened by Lyric's fate. Perhaps it was both? Drought really had no idea, but there didn't appear to be a reason for conflict just yet. Which was good; the scarred cat didn't feel like wasting his remaining energy on a fight.
The leader did not respond until Onyx asked about his wellbeing. He flattened his torn ears slightly at this. "I'm quite fine," Drought responded coldly. It was not the peasant's place to inquire about his health. He might have spoken on the subject to one of his Elites or possibly even a trusted member of the royalty, but a peasant with whom he'd previously had a conflict would not be hearing about his troubles - especially not at a time like this. He wasn't sure who he could truly trust anymore.
"What brings you here today? Has the traitor dared to return?"
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Post by Onyx on Jul 28, 2014 6:08:57 GMT -6
"Ah, just checking up." He said, eyeing Drought. "No, Lyric hasn't returned, if he had you could be sure we would get rid of him. And I don't think Lyric would return. I've heard he was beaten pretty badly." He circled around Drought a little bit before sitting down.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2014 3:48:42 GMT -6
THE LAST KNOWN SURVIVOR
STALKS HIS PREY IN THE NIGHT EYE OF THE TIGER -- SURVIVOR NOTES: Bit late with this post WORD COUNT: 143 ❥ LUCKILY FOR ONYX, he was smart enough to quickly drop the subject of Drought's wellbeing. Though the leader's health was deteriorating and it was quite obvious, he would deny it to anyone he didn't utterly trust. What might happen if he admitted his weakness and Onyx went trotting off to inform a Clan leader of this information? He'd be dead within the hour.
Despite what the younger black cat said, the leader could tell that he wasn't very well-informed about the topic. "Of course she was beaten," Drought growled. "Public torturing is too uncommon these days. Keep in mind that I expect you to bring Lyric's carcass to me if she sets foot on DeathClan land again." His gaze burned into Onyx's pelt with an intensity that suggested there would be consequences for the peasant if Lyric returned but was allowed to live.
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