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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 6:05:19 GMT -6
 DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN It wasn't all that shocking, but the notorious leader of DeathClan had never actually spoken to his ancestors. He knew they were out there. But it was just that he hadn't had a reason to want to meet them before.
Today, however, Drought was on a mission. It took him long enough to find Shimmering Rocks - the sunlight had already faded by the time he arrived. He padded cautiously over to the pool of water, crouched over it, and touched his nose to the rippling surface.
He was asleep a few moments later. Now to await his ancestors. WORDS: 098 || WRITTEN FOR: Any Darkpool Spirits NOTES - Private for Darkpool spirits, though I guess you can message me if you're a CloudClanner. I might be convinced to let one of them join. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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Post by Llamafuzz on Jun 12, 2015 16:06:05 GMT -6
I am Pretty It was very rare that the Darkpool received visitors, even rarer still when those visitors were alive. The dimly lit muck wasn't known for its tourist location after all. So Llamafuzz almost expressed actual surprise when the form of a cat he well recognized took place. They'd never spoken of course, but the calico tom took pride in having spied on Drought, the Deathclan leader, whenever the opportunity presented itself. To say he had an interest in the tom was putting it mildly, so he hurried to be the first to greet Drought. Delicately of course. He hurried, delicately.
"My, look at this little visitor. Took the wrong turn on the way to Cloudclan, did we?" He purred, a surprisingly teasing note to his voice as he sized up the black and white leader. |
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Post by Acidfang on Jun 13, 2015 3:37:25 GMT -6
Acidfang quickly padded over to Drought, his apparent haste foiling his attempt to appear distant and uninterested. He looked at the other Darkpool spirit with disgust, before directing his attention to Drought.
"The great and powerful Drought. Leader of Deathclan, superior to most who held that title but still nothing next to the leader of even the weakest real Clan."
He took on an angry expression, before continuing.
"Truly, has Deathclan failed to such a degree that it requires assistance from here?! From this ... dumping ground for the foolish and incompetent?!"
He directed a glare towards Llamafuzz and openly snarled, before visibly sagging.
"State your business and requests. Leave quickly afterwards so the weakness of this realm does not taint you." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2015 4:41:16 GMT -6
DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN Darkpool wasn't really what he'd expected. It reminded him a bit of home. Drought was tempted to explore, but the place where he'd appeared was the only area with any sort of sunlight. Faint rays illuminated the damp ground for a few tail-lengths in each direction. Past that, all was dark, and a gloomy fog obscured the scenery.
He resisted the urge to shiver and sat down to wait. Soon enough, there was movement in the mist, and a spirit appeared. Not one he was familiar with. Then again, Drought supposed it'd be hard to know all of them - DeathClan didn't exactly have elders to tell the tales of the fallen.
"Not quite," he addressed the calico. "CloudClan would sooner kick me out than advise me, and entertaining though that may be, I don't have time for those sorts of games." His torn ears twitched, and the leader glanced over to catch sight of a spirit that he did know.
Drought narrowed his eyes. Spending so long here must have made the ancient cat bitter. "Acidfang. You call me inferior, yet I think you've forgotten. For a time, I ruled all four Clans. Cloverstar lost a life under these claws. And DeathClan may be small now, but it is far from destroyed." He paused, lip curling defiantly, then continued.
"I come with a question, not a plea for help."
Which was mostly true. He was looking for assistance, in a sense, but not at the price of his pride. There was no way the patched tom would beg from the residents of this cursed realm. WORDS: 265 || WRITTEN FOR: Darkpool NOTES - n/a template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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Post by Woollyfoot on Jun 13, 2015 21:37:13 GMT -6
Woollyfoot raised his head as Llamafuzz scurried past. The patched tom tilted his head curiously, watching as the calico headed for a black and white, quite large, tom. The DeathClan leader, Drought. The Darkpool spirit gave a smirk, slinking after Llama. "Well, well, well, Llamafuzz. Who's your little friend? I always knew you had a thing for bad boys," he grinned at his friend, flicking him with his tail. The tom moved forward, studying Drought. "We hooked ourselves a big bad boy, didn't we!" He chuckled, narrowing his eyes. "Hello, Drought. Why're you here?" Woollyfoot listened, flicking his tail back and forth. Sure, he supported what the group did and how they did it. It was quite entertaining as well. "Mmhm. Alright, fine, a question. Go ahead. But I'm not promising any answers," he said, cocking a fictional eyebrow. @//y'all |
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