we're just.. PHANTABOOLOUSSS (open)

[Dimitri]

If cats would ask Dimitri to tell them about himself, there would be a few words. Bold. Adventure-seeking idiot. A little uncaring. A jerk in general. Perhaps a tyrant if he had the nerve to build up an empire on his own. Yet now.. Dimitri felt like he was making a major, huge decision, and he didn't care.

Dimitri's golden eyes narrowed at the side of the previous leader's den, his expression remarkably emotionless. In his eyes though, there was a hidden spark of hunger. It was this hunger of power that drove him forward cautiously, almost reverently. His hulking gray form was hidden nearby the rocks, where he was currently perched on. Such a solid stone gray that other cats may think he was a rock. 

The only thing that stood out from this remarkably.. plain cat was his eyes. Such a piercing gold they looked like liquid topaz. Dimitri smirked silently, before stalking forward slowly. As he streaked across the clearing, he rubbed his scent in a large patch of mud, trying to get rid of his scent. And then he supposedly disappeared.

He was in wait for the next cat to approach the tree den, and he would fight that cat for this current seat of power.

[Dove]

omg. I'm so looking forward to what happens in this thread.(:

It was moons since her leader's passing, and Dove would visit the tree every once in a while. Just like the good old days of having small conversation with the American shorthair. Those days were long gone, and she just had to admit that.

There was a strange smell today. Someone was around, but who? She could not detect it, but there was an odd feeling in Dove's stomach. Something was wrong here. As she approached Drought's den, the smell was gone. 'I'm not imagining this though,' she said to herself, confused.

If only she knew someone was going to challenge her. The former Royal approached the den and waited, like how she would when the former leader was returning from whatever he was doing. "We need order again. First Viper, now you Drought. Who in Darkpool's name is going to take on the role next?" She spoke to the mouth of the den, as if someone were listening.

[Arid]

Arid was a large tom, about twice the size of the average cat and nearly the size of a dog; this was due to his breed of course, which had found was rather unusual around here. Not that he had been in the area long, he had only just joined DeathClan. He didn't know much about the place, not that he needed too; the only information he cared about was that their was a group of leaderless cats that were more or less just sitting around and waiting for someone to take control. Arid was more than willing to oblige.
Everyone around here seems so young, he thought, maneuvering skillfully through the prominent shadows. He had picked up the skill of being light-footed quickly, despite his large stature. The majority of his pelt blended in with the shadows, just his faint outline and golden eyes showed. The sound of someone speaking made the spotted tom stop, his tail lashing curiously as his attentive ears honed in on where the voice had come from. That must be the leader's den, he concluded, recalling that Drought was the name of the previous leader; although Arid had joined DeathClan after his rule. Eyes narrowing, the large tom pushed himself further into the shadows and waited to see what would happen next.