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Post by Woollyfoot on Apr 17, 2015 18:44:46 GMT -6
Woollyfoot, the large white-and-gray-brown tom, padded across the border that separated CloudClan and Darkpool. He was done not being able to go wherever her wanted. The whole place should belong to us, he thought, glancing towards the mountains. We could surely take it over. It wouldn't be that hard, would it? The cats here are wusses, and us Darkpoolers are stronger than they think. He sneered. As he entered the Forest of the Fallen, as the petty cats called it, a fresher scent - if dead cats could even smell. "Ah, I smell a pretty kitty," he snickered, hazel eyes falling upon a black male. I wonder what would happen if I attacked that poor excuse for a warrior. Or maybe take him hostage. "Now aren't you just drop- dead gorgeous."
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Post by Greenflare on Apr 17, 2015 20:07:55 GMT -6
'cause tonight's the night the world begins again Greenflare wasn't doing anything, like usual. The starry tom heard a voice, turning around to the stench of the Darkpool cat. "What is with you Darkpoolers coming here and stinking up CloudClan? You know you're not welcomed here."
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Post by Woollyfoot on Apr 17, 2015 20:28:01 GMT -6
Woollyfoot snorted, circling the black tom. " Us? Sorry, pretty kitty, I don't think we're the ones doing the stinking," he laughed. "It's hardly fair that you idiots have such a larger amount of territory, don't you think so?" He asked, pausing to make it look as if he was pondering his own question. "I certainly do. Can you think of any… solutions to this problem of ours?" @//youu
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Post by Greenflare on Apr 17, 2015 20:35:07 GMT -6
'cause tonight's the night the world begins again Greenflare snorted. "Says the cat who will rot forever." he meowed. "Aw. That's a pity. It's too bad I'm not going to give any of it to you. You have all the land you want in Darkpool. You've earned it."
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Post by Woollyfoot on Apr 18, 2015 12:55:45 GMT -6
"Hmm. I thought you were supposed to be smart," he laughed cruelly. "As you can see, I'm dead. Not alive, can't rot." He sighed, rolling his hazel eyes. "You guys are so naive," he muttered, just loud enough for Greenflare to hear. "Actually, see, that's the problem. Your wrong. I don't have all the land I want," he answered, continuing his predatory circling, a wild look in his eye. "We've earned more than what we have, your kind is simply injust and unfair. What happened to your quality?," he tilted his head, a sharp smile on his muzzle. "I'll make it easier for you. You don't have to give it, I can take it!" He added gleefully. "You scared, kitty?" @//red
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Post by Greenflare on Apr 18, 2015 14:41:36 GMT -6
'cause tonight's the night the world begins again "I do know you're dead. I'm dead too. But, I won't rot away in a stinking memory of what I did to my clan. You must have done something awful to end up in Darkpool. I pity that cats that knew you." Greenflare laughed. "You don't deserve more land. There's a reason why you have the amount you have now. You don't deserve endless space for the rotten things you had done. The cats in CloudClan, did earn it. You can live with it or I can kill your spirit now and have one less problem here."
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Post by Woollyfoot on Apr 18, 2015 15:27:50 GMT -6
Woollyfoot chuckled. "Ah, but there you are wrong. I don't have guilt hanging over my head like you do. I don't regret doing anything that could have possibly landed me here," he smirked, tilting his head. "In fact, I'm glad I did. Everyone needs some drama here and there. You should appreciate me," he grinned. "You have no idea what I've done, so how could you possibly pity them? I've been here much longer than you have, little kitty, and I know much more than you do. You'll realize eventually how tiny and unimportant the Clan really are. Then maybe you'll come to your senses. None of this really matters." The large tom laughed, looking down at Greenflare. "Earned it? How? By being sheep and following every little rule? That hardly seems like a good thing. See, tose of us who actually get things done are much more deserving, don't cha think?" He threw his head back, his laughing harder than before. "You? Killing me? I'd like to see you try. I've had much more practice killing than you have, I'm sure. I have no problem doing what you wusses can't." He shook his head. "You take too much pride in following the rules and being what you call 'good'. You aren't different than anyone else." @//red
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