There's A Storm On The Loose [plot]

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DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN

Drought's lips were curled in a snarl as he stormed into the main clearing. He wasted no time in climbing onto the largest boulder of the rock formation at the center - his designated meeting spot. There hadn't been reason to call DeathClan together for one of these for… well, a long time. Several moons at least. But after what had happened on his little patrol, something clearly needed to be done.

"Cats of DeathClan, there is news to be shared! Gather and hear what I have to say."

WORDS: 088 || WRITTEN FOR: DeathClan

NOTES - Open for all DeathClanners. This is a continuation of the first plot thread where FireClan scent was discovered in DeathClan's territory.

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[Lilith]

its too cold outside for angels to fly

and angel will die covered in white 

closed eyes and hoping for a better life

Lilith had purposely been avoiding going near the main clearing, seeing as she wasn't fond of open spaces. Funny that the one day she actually found the drive to swing by the place happened to be the same day Drought decided to make a ruckus.
Tch. Toms, always fussing over one petty thing or the other, she thought, taking a seat in the shadows and waiting for her leader to continue with his announcement. Her face was adorned with its usual bored expression as she wrapped a milk-white tail around her tufty paws. It's probably just some rivalry nonsense, she thought, although her blue eyes bore into the tom expectantly, and her claws were peaking from their sheaths as her heart raced at the prospect of battle. It has been too long since Lilith had felt her claws rip through the flesh of another cat.

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DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN

The leader waited. And he waited. Lo and behold, he then waited some more! After what felt like forever, Drought turned a disapproving amber glare down towards where a single cat was sitting.

"Isn't it sad? This Clan used to be great. For Darkpool's sake, we even ruled all the territories once upon a time. Now you can't gather much more than a few specks of dust at a meeting," he spat. Not that he was angry at Lilith. No, it was awesome that she'd at least showed up, but he needed more than that. How was he going to carry out his plans with one measly youngling?

Drought raised his muzzle and let out a thunderous yowl. If that didn't get DeathClan's attention, he wasn't sure what would.

WORDS: 129 || WRITTEN FOR: DEATHCLAN

NOTES - Alright, you guys really need to post when I make meetings. I'll have to cancel the plot if there isn't enough interest. And that would suck because this one's interesting.

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[Lilith]

its too cold outside for angels to fly

and angel will die covered in white 

closed eyes and hoping for a better life

Lilith could't hold back the glimmer of amusement that danced in her otherwise emotionless eyes as she sensed the tom's frustration. When she had joined this "clan" she came with hopes of a more stable environment in which to continue her roguish lifestyle, and it was true that she had only ended up in a group that was held together by less threads than the one she had left.
Yet she would have never joined DeathClan if she didn't see something in their leader. He wasn't the scumbag leader her father was, she didn't feel as though this group was some big game in which one could live out their oppressive and sadistic fetishes. Their was some sort of ambition here that she found almost respectable.

Maybe it was the unusual spark of respect that provoked her to reply to the tom, instead of simply ignoring his presents like she did to most of the males of her species.
    "Sad?" a small snort escaped her, "more like pathetic ... Although, according to history all great empires are doomed to succumb at some point. Whether they stay dead or they rise up again is the only inconsistent fact," Lilith's gaze trailed lazily to her leaders, "I guess it's just up to those who remain in these straggling communities to decide whether or not we let them die in piece, or go out fighting."
    And with the way things are looking around here, Lilith's eyes abandoned Drought's in favor of trailing over the empty clearing, the reaper isn't too far away.

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[Kot]

Kot arrived just before the loud cry left Drought's throat. He flicked his ears, surprised by the sound. Then he gazed around and stifled a laugh at the meagre crowd that had shown up. He could see why his leader wasn't in the best of moods. Giving his black tail a swish, he seated himself on the ground, not too close to Lilith, and casually licked the fur on his chest, wondering if anyone else would decide to show their faces to this gathering. There was the slightest hint of amusement in the sapphire depths that were his eyes, reflecting his thoughts as he smoothed his fur with his rough tongue. Nonetheless, he had shown up, so it didn't really matter what happened from there, though he did find it funny how quiet it was. He stopped with his grooming and gazed up at the black and white tom, staying quiet as he waited to see what would happen next.

[Eli]

Eli had been sleeping soundly in his den when the first call sounded. He blinked open his blue eyes groggily, frowning, as he did not know exactly what it had been that had woken him. He shrugged, yawned, and rested his head back on his paws. He was drifting back to sleep when the second call sounded, leaving the tom scrambling to his paws.

He blinked against the sunlight as he stepped out of his den, trotting easily towards the tiny group that had formed. He snorted, shaking his head. DeathClan seemed to get worse and worse everyday. How had such a yowl woken only two others? He thought back to his conversation with Drought about how to gain more members. Maybe it was time to put that into action.

The male sat near Drought, giving the leader, whom he'd come to consider a friend, a nod in greeting and a small smile to show he was paying attention. What had happened this time?

[Frost]

Frost leaped gracefully into the clearing, and settled down in some ferns in the shadows. The young, lithe white she-cat's body seemed perfect for attacking. But really, she was clever and fast. A crow squawked in the distance, and leaves rustled in the wind. the barely-more-then-a-tiny-kit sat obediently up, facing the leader, ears pricked for what he had to say.

She couldn't believe he had only gathered four cats including herself. The first one sent her hurling out of her den. The second yowl made her fur stand on end, and run straight into some brambles. She thought she had already groomed the annoying thorns out of her pelt, but soon, she noticed a sore-spot on her skin, and felt a few thorns still clinging, scattered in her fur. Frost soon found herself grooming, her ears still angled towards Drought.

[Artemis]

As far as Artemis was concerned, the real benefit of greenleaf was the prey. She still had to build her stock for her den in preparation for the inevitable harsh leafbares that always followed--there seemed to be almost no balance between the seasons now. A bit of newleaf, then a lengthy greenleaf, a bit of leaf-fall, then a lengthy leafbare.

When she heard the yowl, her good ear pricked sharply. She put down the crow she had just dragged into her den, listening. Surely, there had to be more after this? One yowl didn't seem enough for Drought, surely. It'd been so long since there'd been a mass summoning of DeathClan for a meeting...

Once she heard the second yowl, she moved. She began to run, loping over the grass and through the forest, navigating the terrain as an expert would. Artemis slowed down to a trot as she entered the clearing, looking around. Only four other cats? Well, this was definitely a new low.

"Hello, Drought," she greeted smoothly, inclining her head, before she moved to take a spot near the boulder.

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