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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2014 9:36:36 GMT -6
 I THINK I'M DROWNING
ASPHYXIATED TIME IS RUNNING OUT -- MUSE NOTES: Private Thread WORD COUNT: 157 ❥ DROUGHT COULDN'T FISH for his life. The leader had wandered to the river that afternoon, and as it turned out, he was unable to catch a single one of the tantalizing aquatic creatures despite the fact that he'd already been at it for an hour.
Letting out a huff, he glared murderously at the fish in the water. He'd gone and worked up the energy to hunt... all for nothing. Drought would have given up and tried to find a mouse or some other sort of land prey, but a light rain had started to fall. The tiny creatures would be hiding in their nests from the weather.
Feeling angry and frustrated, the patched tom got to his paws and shoved a large stone into the water. That'd teach them to mess with him. Drought turned to leave, but before he could start to walk back to his den, something moved in the shadows of the trees...
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Post by Jollyberry on Aug 14, 2014 1:22:02 GMT -6
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Padding closer on his own invitation the tuxedo glanced momentarily at the stilling ripples on top of the river. If there had been fish there before, there certainly wasn't now, and he couldn't help but ponder as to whether that had been Drought's aim. Shrugging off his developing hypothesis till he might have an actual use for it, Bell turned to his leader. A smile curving at one half of his mouth. "Bad day?" |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 17:36:51 GMT -6
I WANT TO BREAK THE SPELL
THAT YOU'VE CREATED TIME IS RUNNING OUT -- MUSE NOTES: So many threads right now WORD COUNT: 139 ❥ OH, IT WAS only Bell. Drought had dreaded the idea of running into some unfamiliar peasant. At least this was a cat that he knew and mostly trusted, though it was hard to say whether or not he really trusted anyone these days. How the times had changed...
He grunted at the royal halfheartedly. "These stupid fish are too difficult to catch, and all of the other prey will be nice and safe in their burrows." Despite Bell's teasing comment, he seemed to be able to tell that Drought wasn't in the best of moods that day.
"Most days have been bad ever since Lyric decided to turn traitor," commented the scarred cat with a somewhat dark expression. Perhaps things would get better once DeathClan had started to regain its influence, but for now, it wasn't looking so good.
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Post by Jollyberry on Aug 14, 2014 19:10:42 GMT -6
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I pity you : Well the welcome hadn't been as warm as he'd wanted, but more welcoming than he'd expected. One could never be sure how Drought would welcome anyone, though of course there was no reason for him to be treated with hostility. So he supposed, this was good. He'd asked once how to gain Drought's trust, perhaps he was finally working towards that. “Well perhaps that’s just because they don’t particularly want to be eaten,” Bell observed simply with a respectful shrug. He was an adept fisher himself, though his land hunting techniques needed work. He doubted Drought would want to settle on his inability to fish though, and so he dropped the subject. A small snort worked past his nose, and the ginger tuxedo shook his head. ”We’re a gathering of traitors and murderers. It’s not easy to prepare for something like this, but letting it get to you like this is not efficient, or good for anyone.” Bell replied, sensing his leader’s ire and yet speaking his mind anyway, there was nothing else to do but give brutal honesty for Drought’s hung-up state. ”You’re acting like an invalid.” |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2014 18:47:58 GMT -6
YOU'RE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL
A CONTRADICTION TIME IS RUNNING OUT -- MUSE NOTES: A little late WORD COUNT: 201 ❥ TRUE, DROUGHT WAS somewhat unpredictable and volatile... but there was a method to his madness. Sort of. He generally didn't turn on an ally unless he was completely out of his mind... which had happened in the past. There had been the incident with Stream, many moons ago. He still felt guilty every time he recalled it.
"I know they don't want to be eaten," said the leader with slight irritation. "Do they think I care about that? Land prey doesn't want to be killed either, but that doesn't stop cats from hunting every single day." He wasn't too sure whether cats fished daily, at least in DeathClan. It might be a valuable skill for a cat who lived right next to the river. But what sort of idiot would make a den where the land frequently flooded?
Drought grunted. He didn't exactly enjoy listening to this sort of thing in his current state. "And what if I am an invalid? Anyone in this bloody Clan should know that I'm not mentally sound. How fitting that the madman gets to rule the world for a while, huh?" Lashing his tail, the patched cat suddenly began to pace in an agitated manner.
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Post by Jollyberry on Aug 19, 2014 14:43:00 GMT -6
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sorry, late. A smile of mirth played at Bell's lips, though he willed it away simply enough. He was well aware that his words were perhaps too rash to be said around Drought, though he'd much prefer to say them to the tom's face than behind his back. Though it wasn't evident in the rest of a clan, a fact that was surprising, Bell hadn't been disappointed in his leader or the movements he had instigated within Deathclan. They'd unified, if only for a short time, and just because it was over didn't mean it never happened. There was no place regretting the past, since every moment had brought him, and Drought and Deathclan to their current position, and it was not an entirely bad one. "Doesn't stop cats from hunting fish every day either," he replied in cheerful agreement. "I suppose you simply have skills lying elsewhere. Besides, it'd only give you bad breath if you managed to catch and eat one." With a glance towards the running water Bell winced in the slightest. One of these days he was certain his carefree tongue was going to get him hacked at. Not that he'd mind of course, if it was Drought, though it would probably be regrettable. He had half expected a good cuffing for his words, particularly more so because they had been planned out and not rash in the slightest. He was surprised, actually, though did not show it. "I rather all this attention your current tantrum is garnering if because we know you're not an invalid, so when you start parading around like you are, it's going to cause worry. And it's going to cause doubt." Snorting slightly the tuxedo tom flicked his tail in irritation, then to stop the movement, he twisted it around his paws again. "If you're creating doubt, in a clan like this, you're not going to have a fun time maintaining this 'rule' you set out to establish. Forgive my brashness, not that it's stopped me so far, but you're going to have to do something to set up a balance again, if you want to remain unchallenged." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 14:24:35 GMT -6
I WANT TO PLAY THE GAME
I WANT THE FRICTION TIME IS RUNNING OUT -- MUSE NOTES: Here comes the fun part WORD COUNT: 223 ❥ THE FISH WERE promptly driven from Drought's mind when Bell continued to speak. He bared his teeth at the much-younger tom. This was a side of Bell that hadn't appeared before, not when he'd --
Asked him to care for Lyric. The realization arrived as suddenly as if a bullet had embedded itself in his skull. Drought mentally reeled for a few heartbeats. Why hadn't he seen it before? He had been foolish to think that Lyric had acted alone, that she'd managed to run and alert all of the Clans so quickly. She must have had help within DeathClan. And who better to act as her accomplice than the very cat who had been sent to check up on her regularly...? It all made sense now.
But he wouldn't let Bell know that he was onto him yet. The leader could exile him now, for the things he was saying. Make it seem like the two things were unrelated. Of course... he could just kill him outright. But he wasn't quite in the mood for murder yet.
Oh really, youngling? And I suppose you know the best way to run DeathClan. Peasant, let's see if you've really got what it takes."
With that, he unsheathed his claws and suddenly lunged at Bell, aiming a strong pair of slashes at the former royal's face.
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