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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2015 1:34:05 GMT -6
 DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN Sometimes, history is changed on an otherwise-normal day.
Drought had been out for a stroll through the forest that morning, as he typically liked to do. It was really nothing spectacular. He'd caught a crow earlier, had a nice snack. Went to the river, checked to make sure it was still clean, dipped his paws in the water to cool them off. Now he'd arrived in the main clearing.
It was empty - not a surprise. Cats didn't seem to poke around for the latest news anymore. Figuring that he had the place all to himself, the patched tom leaped to the top of the boulder in the center. He laid down in the dappled sunlight with a contented rasping purr.
Maybe he was getting less sharp with age, because he didn't know he was being watched. WORDS: 136 || WRITTEN FOR: you know who you are NOTES - LISTEN HERE Y'ALL, THIS IS WHERE STUFF CHANGES.
This thread is now officially open for all DeathClanners to post in. Drought is dying, and a pseudo-anarchy has been established. I'll make a detailed OOC post soon. For now… feel free to jump in, and even lay claim to the title of leader if you're up for it. DeathClan's leader position is now a free-for-all and future leaders will not receive staff powers. <3 template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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Post by Badger on Aug 20, 2015 1:45:53 GMT -6
It had been over a season since Badger had left Deathclan. He had taken Holly with him, and had briefly started his own group. At the time he started the Blackguards in spite of Drought. Ever since the removal of the Elites, Badger had gone down in the ranks in Deathclan. The once powerful badger become nothing more than a mouse in the eyes of his old home.
But now he was back, and with one specific goal in mind. Drought had become the enemy. Not Scarlet, not Foxy, not Strike. Drought. He had ruined Badger's life. It was all Drought's fault. Viper had been a PERFECT leader. Didn't mingle, didn't get involved. Viper was nothing more than a figurehead, which is exactly what Badger required in a leader. Anarchy and Fallacy after him had both been interesting, and bland, but didn't cause trouble for Badger. Badger had always relied on the leader of Deathclan to stay away from things, and now that Drought was in power things were different.
Drought truly was powerful. In terms of both strength and charisma, Drought was a top dog. He had fooled the entirety of Deathclan to live under his laws. At first it had been great. Wars were won, a leader had even lost a life under Drought's own claws. But now it was different. The tom had become too paranoid, too out of line. Badger couldn't trust Drought, and Drought could not trust his own Clan.
Deathclan deservd better. Badger had been talking Drought for a little bit. He could not take him one-on-one. Drought was by far stronger than Badger, but thankfully the grey tabby had brought allies to help. Gnaw was with him already, and he had arranged for Anarchy to come as well. Who better to end this era than another previous leader? Badger leaped down from his tree branch not far from Drought and raised his chin. "Why, hello there Drought. Long time no see. How's Deathclan going? I heard it died down a little. Ironic considering the name, don't you think?" He said nonchalantly, twitching his tail tip from side to side.
This was it. Time to end this low-life's reign. The time to liberate Deathclan for himself was now. |
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Post by Gnaw on Aug 20, 2015 2:12:58 GMT -6
Gnaw had been living, suffering, and biding time alongside Badger. Of course, Gnaw didn't care about Drought or DeathClan or anything else so consuming Badger's thoughts. Rather, Gnaw was thinking opportunistically. Life was just a big game, and following Badger had the highest probability of letting Gnaw win that game. Therefore, it was the rational choice. No sentiment, no revenge, just cold calculation. Gnaw may periodically go into fits of fugue and start philosophizing about the nature of reality and his fellow cat, but he was by no means a nice peaceful sage. The best way to understand his fellow cat was, of course, to observe his fellow cat. Observation of Badger had led to study, which had led to calculation. And then the path was clear.
Gnaw had also heard of Drought, the history of DeathClan, and the possible future. All of these were factors, but none of them truly mattered. Only the calculations mattered and they said that DeathClan was due for some turmoil and strife, and that Badger's side would be the best place to capitalize upon the ensuing chaos. This was how he had gotten to the now: He was, as of now, padding behind Badger as the larger tom went to attempt some sort of coup. Supposedly, an ex-leader of DeathClan would be present to provide support but as an unreliable factor Gnaw had not included said ex-leader in his calculations.
Gnaw finally stopped when Badger stopped, a considerably larger black and white tomcat laying upon a rock in front of them. Were it not for the calculations, and Badger, calling for his death, Gnaw would have found this tom to be quite interesting and potentially a worthwhile acquaintance. Perhaps even more intimate than that, were things to go properly. But, alas, the tomcat in front of him was nothing but a target, as was demanded by the situation. An attractive target, but a target nonetheless.
He then watched as Badger said some meaningless words and stood to await the start of hostilities, his posture indicating that he was prepared to spring into action. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2015 2:30:07 GMT -6
DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN The DeathClan leader's eyes had been drifting closed as he relaxed in the sun's warmth. In fact, he might have dozed off if Badger hadn't spoken up.
His amber gaze narrowed when it landed on the two cats. One was a stranger who rather reminded him of Antoinette, his small white-furred companion. The other was a former DeathClanner. Badger. They had been allies once upon a time; Badger was one of Drought's supporters when he first came to power. The tabby had even been an Elite before paranoia over Lyric forced the leader to disband that little group. Then Badger went his own way, mostly causing trouble for the Clans with rogues he'd gather into small gangs. It had been a long time since the two last spoke.
A sense of unease settled over him. Regardless, he stood, watching the outsiders carefully from his perch on the boulder, and responded evenly. "That's nothing new, Badger. You know this group has always had its ups and downs. What is your business here today?" WORDS: 172 || WRITTEN FOR: Badger & Gnaw & Anarchy NOTES - n/a template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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Post by Badger on Aug 21, 2015 13:45:46 GMT -6
Badger couldn't help but grin at Drought's reply. He couldn't even deny that he had failed this place. Badger narrowed his eyes to match the black and white tom before he responded. "Well, Drought, I've been doing some thinking." He said calmly, flicking his tail tip anxiously. He truly had been thinking. A lot. Ever since he had left Deathclan he had been trying to figure out what in the world he could do.
And then it hit him. There was one problem causing everything. One single cat who was causing Badger so much trouble in life. All he had to do was end the problem, and then he could go back to normal. When the idea had come to him he couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't thought of it sooner.
Badger signaled for Gnaw to step up, and smiled at Drought. "We've come to fix the issue with Deathclan, and unfortunately that issue just so happens to be you. I hope you can understand. You became leader to fix this Clan, and to make it powerful, which worked for some time. But now you're making it worse, and I cannot sit by and watch my home crumble under your paws." He said, unsheathing his claws.
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Post by Gnaw on Aug 23, 2015 18:57:20 GMT -6
Badger had unsheathed his claws. That probably meant they wouldn't be getting any backup, proving Gnaw's calculations right once again. If he were a less self-assured individual, he might've felt satisfied. As it was, he wasn't particularly surprised. He was rarely ever wrong and when he was, it was usually due to a hidden factor rather than an error in his reasoning.
It now looked likely that this would go violent, with him and Badger pitted against Drought. Not really Gnaw's forte, but well within his ability. He would probably be primarily acting as a flanker, as Badger was better fit to do the majority of the damage. Gnaw unsheathed his claws and readied himself for the moment the tension would erupt into conflict.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 0:31:32 GMT -6
DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN Drought laughed, low in his throat. "You can't be serious. There are several flaws in your theory, dear Badger. But I think you're forgetting two important things." He leaped down the rocks easily, landing in front of his challengers and starting to circle them closely.
"The first one being that this is not your home any longer. You chose your own path when you struck out on your own, shaping wanderers into those gangs that always seemed to fall apart." At the very least, the black-and-white tom could say that he'd managed to hold DeathClan together. He had raised it back to greatness from mere dust.
The faint trepidation in his gaze had vanished, and a dangerous glint remained in its place. "That second thing? You can't kill me," hissed Drought. Then he stopped circling and attacked. Attempting to trample the smaller cat, he launched himself at Badger, aiming to drag his opponent to the ground and engage him in a rather pointy wrestling match.
"Let's dance!" WORDS: 169 || WRITTEN FOR: Badger & Gnaw & Anarchy NOTES - n/a template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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Post by Badger on Sept 4, 2015 18:02:08 GMT -6
Badger didn't change his expression as Drought laughed and circled him. He was no longer afraid of Drought, of pain, or of death. This show of strength and stubbornness was merely a show for Badger, and time to prepare for an attack. By the time Badger finished his little speech, Badger was prepared for anything. His only worry was Gnaw, who could potentially lose, or betray him.
When Drought finally made the first move, Badger dodged. Drought, despite his large size, was quite fast. But dodging attacks had always been Badger's forte. He rolled away from Drought's pounce, and lashed out as quickly as he could with one paw, aiming to slash his leg. If he could just slow that lumbering oreo down, he'd have a far better shot at winning.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 18:31:06 GMT -6
DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN The leader soared past his opponent, managing to get clear of the tabby's counterattack. He dug in his forepaws to halt his momentum and spun around. Drought nearly overbalanced in the process… but Badger obviously didn't need to know that. This was a high-stakes battle with no room for errors.
He leaped back at his opponent. This time, though, rather than tackling Badger, Drought landed right in front of him and tried to smack him in the face with sharp claws. WORDS: 081 || WRITTEN FOR: Badger & Gnaw NOTES - Vale is hereby invited to help continue this thread since it really cannot be allowed to die off. Badger/Gnaw, you are welcome to jump back in anytime. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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Post by Vale on Oct 14, 2015 21:33:47 GMT -6
Vale wandered in on the little fight these cats seemed to be having. He narrowed his blue eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. He darted over and decided to join in the action. As much as he was renown for his loyalty to Drought, it seemed today he was going to be breaking that possible façade. Because everything up till now wouldn't seem to make sense to many, since he was aiming to rake his claws on Drought's flank.
This was going to be a lot more difficult than killing that queen he'd murdered. Drought was feared by many. He'd made his mark around here. But maybe it was time for them to do the same. "Sorry but it looks like everything up till now's going to have to be forgotten." He gave a small smirk.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2015 22:07:15 GMT -6
DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN Out of nowhere, a new set of claws dug into his flank. Drought hissed, his swipe at Badger going askew, and whipped around to face this new challenger… only to come face-to-face with the cat he'd come to know as a brother.
"Vale? What in Darkpool's name are you doing?" the leader meowed as he took a wary pace backwards. This was the last cat he'd expect to turn on him, and Drought found that he was unwilling to fight his old friend without questioning him first. WORDS: 087 || WRITTEN FOR: Vale NOTES - n/a template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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Post by Vale on Oct 14, 2015 22:23:36 GMT -6
"Sorry old friend.. I'm afraid I too have been solemnly having some suffering." He quickly noted Drought seemed to want to get an explanation from him before further pursuing a battle. Yet Vale was not here for chatter. If he had, he wouldn't of just come out and attacked Drought.
Vale aimed another blow for Drought's shoulder and neck. "Long live the king." Drought had been sort of known as DeathClan's king. But that would soon end.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2015 23:07:47 GMT -6
DROUGHT OF DEATHCLAN "You should've come to me. Whatever it is that's causing you trouble, we can work it out together, I'm sure," responded the patched tom slowly. They weren't family, not really, but Vale was always the closest thing to a sibling he'd had. Deluge was probably dead by now.
The grey feline looked like he was preparing to attack again. "… Vale?" Drought asked cautiously, wondering whether he should take to the trees in order to put a safe distance between them. His pseudo-brother clearly wasn't feeling like himself today.
But Vale struck suddenly. The leader screeched, twisting aside - what would've been a clean killing move was turned into one small yet deep gash in the side of Drought's neck. Still fatal, except he would die slowly and painfully instead of instantaneously.
He sank to the dusty ground with a damp cough. Already it was clear that his throat was ruined - scarlet rivulets trickled down through his fur, each racing the others to reach the forest floor first. Even a medicine cat wouldn't be able to save the self-proclaimed king now.
"Why?" came the gurgling rasp of his voice in between harsh breaths. WORDS: 191 || WRITTEN FOR: Vale NOTES - n/a template by Margie @ Adoxography v2 |
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Post by Vale on Oct 14, 2015 23:20:33 GMT -6
Vale stepped aside, letting the leader meet the ground. He wouldn't lay another paw on him. "I'm sorry Drought. But it was what had to happen. If I could of avoided this I would of. But DeathClan doesn't, nor did it ever, require long lasting leadership." He uttered a few words to the leader before calling a meeting.
"DeathClan, I proclaim DeathClan no longer has an established leader! Anyone may be able to proclaim power as they see fit. DeathClan should never have given itself a rightful leader. Well no matter, that's not how things are going to work anymore. Our leader is dying. Do as you wish, the era of long lasting leaderships is over."
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Post by Rift on Oct 15, 2015 5:04:10 GMT -6
Rift had been hunting in the swamp when she heard his yowl. Drought? No, something was different. It was Drought, but that sounded nothing like a meeting call. And there were other voices too. Rift hadn't been in DeathClan long, but she knew better then to protest against the mighty leader. Something was up. She had to see what was happening.
Realizing there wasn't enough time to catch the lizard she was stalking, she abandoned her prey. She then ran in a full sprint, tripping over roots and uneven ground on her way, towards DeathClan camp. She knew it wasn't wise to run in the swamp, but what other choice did she have? Something was happening, and she just had to be there. Breathing heavily, she entered the camp, only to find several cats she didn't recognize, and Drought, the mighty leader of DeathClan, on the ground bleeding to death.
"You..." Rift yowled, but then let the voice die in her throat. She knew she would have to be loyal to the next DeathClan leader, and it would probably be one of the three cats standing in front of her. She didn't want to show disloyalty, so she supposed that she would have to grieve for Drought another day.
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