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Post by Amelia on Jan 20, 2012 17:11:20 GMT -5
[BRODiE] He stared at the smallest kit of the litter. How would such a small thing ever become a proper raider? Would they kill a kit because it was too small or fragile to be a raider? He swallowed, hoping that wouldn't be the case. Something like that could break a younger mother's psyche, and Almondpaw had been so good to him. He didn't want anything to happen to her now. He came to the conclusion that he would just have to do his best to help her out. After all, he had been the one who got them both into the mess they were in now.
"I sure hope so," he meowed to her. "But Almondpaw, I just wanted to let you know... I'm really sorry about everything. If there's anything I could ever do to repay you..." He trailed off and looked into her eyes. For the first time ever he was feeling genuinely guilty. |
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Post by Sunstripe on Jan 21, 2012 20:52:00 GMT -5
| [bg=brown][atrb=border,7,true][atrb=height,300,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=bordercolor,maroon,true][atrb=width,500,true] ALMONDPAW
The young she-cat was almost hesitant to forgive the kittypet, but he seemed so sad and so desperate for her to do so. She gave her calico fur a few licks. She would start cleaning the rest of herself soon. Brodie was honestly one of the only toms she'd come across that she didn't want to run and hide from, even if he had betrayed her, he had still been punished enough by having his plans backfire.
She looked down quietly. "I understand that you'd want to make it up to me," she meowed. "You almost don't deserve my forgiveness. If I give it, will you promise to me that you'll do better from now on?" The very least she could do was get him to change his ways. If he did that, maybe he would be just the ally she was looking for. |
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Post by Amelia on Jan 31, 2012 3:09:40 GMT -5
[BRODiE] Brodie was surprised by just how mature the young cat sounded in her words, and the ones she chose to tell him only made him feel worse for his crimes. His ears flicked back. He had wanted to be a raider, but now he wasn't very sure. He would still have to be at this point in time, but he was sure that would not bode well with Almondpaw.
He nodded, deciding that he would make the promise in exchange for her forgiveness. "I promise I will try to do better," he meowed to her. "And I will help you in any way that I can." |
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Post by Sunstripe on Feb 5, 2012 23:38:22 GMT -5
| [bg=brown][atrb=border,7,true][atrb=height,300,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=bordercolor,maroon,true][atrb=width,500,true] ALMONDPAW
She was satisfied with his answer. She hoped that he would become an ally that she could rely on. She was young, but she was already starting to gain cunning through experience. She wanted to tear apart the raiders from the inside out. She didn't have an explicit strategy for it yet, but she knew that with the help of other cats she could do it.
Maybe there are Clan cats here? she thought. She took a look around. A few of the cats in the pit looked like they could possibly belong to the Clans. They were cats who knew how to fight for their lives. "I forgive you then," she meowed, turning her attention back to Brodie. |
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Post by Amelia on Feb 16, 2012 2:36:47 GMT -5
[BRODiE] Brodie relaxed upon Almondpaw's statement of forgiveness. She seemed to be looking around the pit, maybe for familiar faces. None of the cats looked familiar to Brodie. He had chosen the wrong path for himself, and his arrogance had led him into a trap. He thought he could be tough, like these wild cats, but they had only taken advantage of his naivety.
"Are you sure there isn't anything I could do for you?" he meowed, his ears flicking back. He had to think of something he could do. He could at least give Almondpaw and her kits the protection that they deserved. |
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Post by Kenya on Apr 26, 2012 17:25:19 GMT -5
~Sledder~ Sledder pulled himself to his paws and shook out his coat. Tufts of loose fur fell from his body as his did so. Turning his head around the small silver and white tom licked a new cut along his side. Another future scar of his time as a Fledgling. "Stupid cats" he muttered to himself. "If I was bigger I would of clawed them all. Dumber than a pile of rat tails." He was used to it by now. The brutal training, being tormented by the older raiders. As was life. He didn't feel the need to mope, run and hide with his tail between his legs like some cats he's seen when he was still a kit. Useless. All Useless. He felt the high ranks were the only ones to admire. The rest seemed like pawns to him, and maybe he himself to was a pawn. Not forever though. he thought with a smug feeling that over took the stinging in his side. I'm better than these flea-bitten rats. Once I'm bigger they'll see. His blue eyes flashed around Raider's Run. "Better a fledgling then a prisioner." he muttered again. One he knew was a loner and one a kittypet. More useless things. Sledders ears pricked towards the sounds coming from the pit. He could hear the mewling of the kits from one of the prisoners. Sledder padded over and craned his neck to look down on them. "Might as well kill that runt now." He scoffed eyeing Kite. " Either that or it'll die the moment its fledged." His whiskers twitched with amusement. This was something to keep his mind off the pain. |
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Post by sil on Apr 30, 2012 18:12:13 GMT -5
Diesel had spent a considerably long time hidden in the shadows, merely watching the others. He was oftentimes left in charge of keeping an eye on the prisoner’s pit; not that he minded or that it was even needed—the prisoners were unlikely to attempt escape. It might be possible if they worked together. But they were too down-trodden for that.
Either way, Diesel enjoyed the quit vigil that usually went by without any problems. Until a young Raider cat in training wandered too close to the pit. Diesel could hear the fledgling’s angry murmurings and taunts. Disdain and scorn made the thick fur along Diesel’s spine rise. Arrogant fool, the silver-and-white tabby thought as he stood. He pulled his massive, stout frame out of the shadows and stalked fluidly toward Sledder.
“Fledgling,” the Raider warned evenly, but sternly, “what do you think you’re up to?” His dull green eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at the younger cat. Diesel was not above using physical violence to make Sledder stay away from the pit, but it was not often his first option like it was most Raisers.
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Post by Kenya on May 2, 2012 7:49:37 GMT -5
~Sledder~ Sledder spun around to face Diesel, but not before kicked some small stones and dirt over the edge with his back paws. "I'm not doing anything!" he insisted trying to look submissive. "They're just prisoners, It's not like they're worth anything" He grumbled fixing his gaze on the distance avoiding the older raider's looks. "I mean look at that runt! It's useless, let me kill it!" he insisted pointing his tail down into the pit singling out Kite. Sledder pricked his ears forward and narrow his eyes as a thought made its way from his mind to his tongue. "But you won't because you're soft!" he taunted. It wasn't that Sledder enjoyed getting claws for his comments, but he felt him self better than the other raiders. What had he called them before? Pawns of the high ranks? And Diesel was soft most of the time. Lounging back, using words not claws. Not me, I'll be ranked up so quickly once I'm a raider! |
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Post by sil on May 2, 2012 12:07:12 GMT -5
With a sense of satisfaction that he hid behind a harsh frown, Diesel watched Sledder kick earth into the prisoner’s pit as if the Fledgling were covering his dirt. Diesel turned his attention to the tiny kits huddled against their mother. He worried that the kits were not being well cared for in the prisoner’s pit. There was no use for weak cats that would die a week in to their Fledgling training.
But these decisions were not up to him. At Sledder’s taunt, Diesel turned a sharp glare back to the Fledgling. The fur all along his body began to rise. Diesel was not actually bothered by the insult—few things really bothered him—but the little runt needed to be taught a lesson.
Without warning, Diesel leapt forward, closing the distance between them in a single pounce. The silver-and-grey tabby pinned the smaller cat down, one large, unsheathed paw clasped dangerously over Sledder’s throat. Diesel spun the Fledgling around and dragged him back over to the prisoner’s pit until Sledder’s head and shoulders dangled over the edge. A shower of dirt cascaded into the pit and formed a dusty cloud around them.
“Soft?” he meowed lowly with his broad face close to Sledder’s. He let the syllable drag and dug his claws in for emphasis. “You insolent brat, do you think I wouldn’t snap you in half right here and leave you for the prisoners to fall upon?” As the dust cloud cleared, Diesel pressed harder into Sledder’s neck, forcing him to look at the tiniest of Almondpaw’s kits. “Be careful who you make enemies of, Fledgling,” he hissed. “They won’t be as kind to you as I am once they’re fully grown.” Diesel released Sledder without another word and stalked back into the shadows.
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Post by Kenya on May 2, 2012 14:24:41 GMT -5
~Sledder~ Sledder scrambled sending up more dust as he pulled himself to his paws at the edge of the pit. Diesel had knocked the wind out of him when he struck the smaller tom. Sledder pulled in a few sharp painful breaths until the feeling dulled to normal. He had not expected that from Diesel, who was usually apathetic about these things. He bent his bruised neck and gave his dirt dusted chest a few licks to clean the blood drops left from the raiders claws. Stupid cats He thought letting anger replace his fear. If I were bigger... he thought to himself watching Diesel pad away. Sledder hissed to himself as he glared down again at the kits and their tiny mother. When they're fully grown? IF they ever get there! He thought stepping back from the pit. An insult started to escape his jaws but he bit back from saying it, angling his ears towards Diesel. Settling himself down he started to rasp his tongue over his pelt to clean the grit and dust from it in subdued silence. He'd gotten clawed enough for today, though he would have his revenge one day when he himself was a fully grown raider. |
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Post by sil on May 7, 2012 12:57:15 GMT -5
Feeling that he had sufficiently scolded the young Fledgling, Diesel settled down amongst the shadows. The silver-and-white tabby nearly jumped up when Sledder approached the prisoner’s pit again. A low growl rumbled within his chest.
Diesel settled when Sledder moved away from the pit. It seemed like the younger cat was simply contemplating what was said to him. Good, he thought. His apple-green eyes flashing in the darkness, Diesel called out steadily, just loud enough for Sledder's impressive hearing to pick up, “Once you understand the importance of obedience and discipline, Fledgling, you will make a fine and fierce Raider.”
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