Dark Wish {MAIN RP}

[| Crowstar |]

Two long pelted cats paded into the camp, one a dark orange and the other a pretty silver she-cat. The tom, Jayclaw, gave a hiss of amusement as he dropped his rabbit down in the center of the camp, tail twictching. Dawnsnow, the she-cat, dropped her three voles and sat down. "That was fun." He mused to his sister, she laughed.

[Seth]

Darkheart walked into the camp proudly. His black pelt blending with the dark backdrop of the camp. He stalked to Scarface with a devlish grin. "So where is our prisoners?" he asked. She slowly lifted her head revealing her terribly scarred face. She had been burned in a forest fire. The fur would never grow back, leaving pink skin to be seen inbetween her bretty brown tabby coat. Her firey orange eyes rested on him with curiosity. The scar trailed all the way to her shoulder and down her left leg in a spiral type form. She flicked her tail to Dawnsnow. With a swift nod he slithered away from Scarface to Dawnsnow.

[| Crowstar |]

[There not prisoners dork.]
Jayclaw, being the deputy, looked at Darkheart. "What can we do for you?" He asked, not being the most social of cats. Dawnsnow looked around and licked her paw, then swiped it over one ear.

[Seth]

(Jesus, you should clear that up, Wymie! Lol kidding. Ok then I guess Darkheart said somthing else to the ugly kitty. lol)
"Is there any news on the clans by the lake?" His deep voice carressed the words in a dark, playful way. He wanted to send the clans into devastation.

[| Crowstar |]

"That's was not what our patrol was for." Dawnsnow growled, though she was pretty, she was colder than ice. Jayclaw purred in amusement. "Not really, but we will get to them soon."

[X. Acidstar .X]

A rather large cat, thought not as large as to take any sort of advantage over anything, strode up to the others. Toxicspill's pointed black ears pricked in interest, her bob of a tail pressed down against her fur, her paws covered in dirt form a recent adventure on their dark lands, and she dipped her head to the others, acknowledging them.

[Seth]

Darkheart twitched his lip with frustration then turned away and walked back to scar face. "Didn't get the answer you wanted?" She rasped in a mocking voice. Darkheart just glared at her. "Make fun if you wish, but I'll show you. One day i will lead a clan of darkness and reek havoc on those clans, and you'll wish you never criticized." This only made Scarface laugh more. And Darkheart continued to glare.

[X. Acidstar .X]

The others paid mind to their own, which left Toxicspill on her own, just the way she liked it. She leaped upon a small rock, her claws scraping against the molten surface and she lowered into a sit, her pointy black tipped ears pricked as her eyes narrowed and she stood motionless, a rock or a statue perhaps, staring out into the nothingness.

[| Crowstar |]

Dawnsnow listened silently to Scarface and Darkheart, her tail twitched in slight amusement. Of course, these cats didn't belive in StarClan so their leaders did not have nine lives. The next leader would be Jayclaw... Dawnsnow looked over at her brother, dark eyes glinting lightly. She reached down to lick the base of her tail and looked up at Toxicspill, her ears flew forwards as she stared at the motionless cat. Statue like, creepy.



Jayclaw growled as Darkheart spoke of becoming a leader, his tail lashed. Not while Jayclaw was around. The very large tom cat yawned and laid down, stretched out, beside his sister.

[Seth]

Darkheart picked his paw up and swiftly began to swipe at Scarface. She hissed and stopped his paw with the whip of her tail, she smacked his head with sheathed claws then pushed him to the ground with her hind legs. "Don't try that one on me, grunt." She said with a menacing glare. She shook her pelt then sat down and calmly continued wait for his reply.

Darkheart was again amazed at the she-cat's ability. She was so skilled at fighting, he had never seen her opponent walk away. They were always left to the paws of Starclan, or whoever else they may be religious towards. In plain language any one she faught, lost. And Scarface faught for lives. She said fighting was like the game of life, when you play her, you loose. As simple as that, and her opponent should know that she was wagering lives.

[X. Acidstar .X]

Something dark was churning, coiling, wrestling itself within the dark chambers of Toxicspill's mind. Rumbles could be heard rippling from her fr like static, her heavy paws batting against the rock as her claws sheathed and unsheathed, and the emotions of rocks filtered through her brain. This and that, whispers, tickling her inner crania, her stump of a tail flickering as best as it could. Instead, sudden giggles could be heard from her. Murrs, anyway, as that was how cats giggled, and she began to rhyme to herself quietly, whispering sweet nothings to the voices in her head, a mixture of growlings and sickly sweet purrs, babbling nonsense about time and space and all of the outside worlds around them.