You're strong, even if your Heart says you're not.
Group
Le Creator
Posts
397
Played By
Kristen <3
Status
Offline
|
Post by 《∞♛𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖♛∞》™ on Jan 13, 2018 10:46:08 GMT -11
 I'm Queen of the dead and the damned i came, i saw, i conquered. Welcome to hell, everyone For once in a great many days, Reaper revealed herself from the tower, stalking deathly quietly down the stairs of the skyscraper and out the door into the large camp, the early sunlight poking over the snow capped metal walls crafted by her cats, and the cats before this generation of the gang. She looked around, her long fur sticking up and fluffing against the chilly air, an irritable expression on her otherwise neutral face as her breath puffed from her nose. She yawned, and then looked around before her eyes landed on the struggling prey pile stacked up against the corner of the wall. Scoffing loudly, she flattened her ears, before jerking her chin at Crow, and glaring at Echo to stay where she was seated as her brother reluctantly left her to join the leader where the small shecat stood, power flowing off her form in large waves, intimidating those who were easily impressionable and near her.
"Crow, you'll accompany me on a hunting trip, without Echo. I can't stand her, as you know since she lost your deputyship for you, and you're a better hunter anyway."
She said, annoyed, scanning the clearing around them for any other possible cat to take. It was early, so there weren't many out and about, but she should be able to find at least one or two early risers somewhere.
"Yes, Reaper..."
Her ears flicked slightly at the former deputy's words, but didn't show that she had heard him any other way, and left him to bite his tongue and follow her silently as she walked through camp on her search for others.
Notes :: Anyone is free to join! Sorry that Reap is gonna be a grump this post XDTags: @open | Words: 272 |
|
|
Deleted
I'm speechless.
Group
Deleted
Posts
0
Played By
Status
Offline
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2018 20:07:23 GMT -11
Dune
It was rather early in the morning, and not many of the gang wanted to be in this weather. Dune especially didn’t. His body was not well adapted to this form of weather, and short fur didn’t exactly help him at the present. It had taken all his will to even consider doing any of his duties that day. But, the gang didn’t run itself. Besides, he figured he should go speak with Reaper, see if there was anything of great importance that needed to be done.
But, as Dune was exiting the place he had made his den, he saw the she-cat almost immediately. Well, that was a rare sight. But it seemed she was looking for others, Echo, the former deputy, flanking her and looking rather quiet and defeated without Echo whispering in his ear. He never really liked the two from the start.
Fighting he had nothing else to do at the present time, Duke stretches his body to get out any cramps and stiffness before he jumped down from his high rising den and landed gracefully into the snow covered ground. And already he was shivering a little, but nevertheless fluffed up his fur against the cold winds. Maybe once he got moving he would warm up. “Realer,” He greeted with a quick dip of his head as he approached her, ignoring Crow for the moment. “Where are you two off to?” He inquired curiously Tags: 《∞♛𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖♛∞》™, and whoever else joins |
|
You're strong, even if your Heart says you're not.
Group
Le Creator
Posts
397
Played By
Kristen <3
Status
Offline
|
Post by 《∞♛𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖♛∞》™ on Jan 14, 2018 6:27:19 GMT -11
I'm Queen of the dead and the damned i came, i saw, i conquered. Welcome to hell, everyone Still searching the camp, the small shecat fluffed her fur out, looking behind her as she heard one of her good friends' voices. It was Dune, one of the 1* senior members of the gang, and one of her most trusted aids. She stiffled laughter at his quaking paws. His fur was far too short to be out in this weather, and yet here he was, offering assistance. She sighed, her shoulders relaxing a bit as he caught up, dipping his head to her, and eliciting a head dip in return.
"Reaper"
The leader pricked her ear in interest as she watched Dune carefully ignore the sulking tom next to her, Crow's hackles rising subtly as he was ignored. Reaper shot the black tom a warning glance to respect his superior, as he wasn't above Dune in rank anymore, and disrespect towards the older tom would not be tolerated in any respect. Crow just huffed in response.
"Where are you two off to?"
Reaper turned back to look at Dune, before smiling slightly. The tom wouldn't like the idea of heading into the city and away from the semi-wind blocked camp. The alleyways in the city were like wind-tunnels, and they just got colder as the day progressed. Nevertheless, she owed him an answer, at the very least.
"We're headed out to hunt. The fresh food supply has seriously dwindled, and, since I got complaints recently about my lack of apperences in the camp--"
She shot Crow a cold look, his face mirroring hers but with a slight hint of guilt, before he lowered his head and flattened his ears, defeated.
"--I figured I'd lead a patrol to restock it. Given there is abandoned houses to keep the prey warm, I figured we'd start there. Would you like to join? Though you look like you're struggling to stand out here without letting those fangs of yours chatter."
She was teasing the tom slightly, but worry laced her tone in the underly, and her eyes shone with guilt at even asking him to do the task of hunting with her. Sighing, she already knew his answer, she waited for his reply, glancing around camp for anyone else who could let Dune stay in the warmth a bit longer.
Notes :: Rip Dune x.xTags: @tundra | Words: 377 |
|
|
Deleted
I'm speechless.
Group
Deleted
Posts
0
Played By
Status
Offline
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 14:41:53 GMT -11
Dune
The bay cat glanced back across camp where the fresh-kill pile normally lay. He almost could have missed it if not for one of the younger members picking a small but rather shabby looking bird from it. It certainly was in some need of restocking. But with the weather getting bitterly cold, not much was going to be running about and easily hunted as they would be any other season. As much as he didn't want to go out in this freezing conditions, especially around the alley ways, he felt there was no real choice regardless if his teeth were chattering or he was shaking worse than a leaf.
"I will accompany you." Dune said decisively, turning his gaze back to her with assurance that he would survive. He had been there for two and half seasons already, had endured these conditions before. He had survived that, he could survive it now. But, he could understand her concern since compared to other cats he was not particularly adapted to this weather. Honestly, Dune could never recall in his original home ever experiencing weather like this. Despite his reluctance and Reaper's underlying concern, he knew the gang still had to take priority over his personal concerns. "Maybe my teeth chattering will attract the squirrels." He purred with amusement.
Though his dark yellow eyes focused on Crow then, having not failed to notice his rising hackles, stepping towards the former deputy with his lips curled back into the start of a snarl, "Besides, I would rather you have a loyal gang cat who knows how to handle himself and knows where his loyalties lie." He hissed softly, fur rising slightly as Dune himself stood straight to his full height. One advantage he had for his unique breed was he was slightly taller than most average cats, allowing him to tower slightly over even someone like Crow and Reaper. But, he rarely had to make use of his taller height to put another in their place, and this was one of those times just for Crow trying to show disrespect to a member well above his station now
With a soft snort, Dune turned his back towards the ex-deputy, "Waste of fur." He turned his attentions fully to Reaper now. "Lead the way." Tags: 《∞♛𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖♛∞》™ Notes: Indeed but look out Crow XD |
|
You're strong, even if your Heart says you're not.
Group
Le Creator
Posts
397
Played By
Kristen <3
Status
Offline
|
Post by 《∞♛𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖♛∞》™ on Jan 29, 2018 20:34:19 GMT -11
I'm Queen of the dead and the damned i came, i saw, i conquered. Welcome to hell, everyone Reaper watched her friend with concern as his shoulders obviously shook, but he tried to still his paws and convince her he was fine. regardless of his efforts, the huge tom was shaking worse than a leaf-fall leaf in a storm. Reaper pressed her thicker fur to the tom's thin pelt in an attempt to comfort him with her much fluffier coat, and started to open her mouth to tell him that it was fine, and that she could manage without having him get sick by going, when he cut her off.
"I will accompany you. Maybe my teeth chattering will attract the squirrels. Besides, I would rather you have a loyal gang cat who knows how to handle himself and knows where his loyalties lie."
The leader pricked her ear in interest again, and the other flattened in a flash of anger, which she quailed quickly. Dune was rushing because he was cold, not because he wanted to cut her off on purpose. Besides, he sounded like he was convincing himself more than her, and she chuckled softly at his assured gaze as it landed on her smaller frame. She shrugged and smiled again, before looking ahead.
"Well, if you insist on coming, I'm not going to stop you. And I doubt one chilly tom will bring the squirrels all the way from the forest into the city, but by all means, I wont quail your hopes."
She laughed again, and let her head shake again, a thin grin on her face at the pleasant banter between her gangmate and her. This is how it should be, how others should treat her. Not like a scary monster. So why was their conversation drawing so many curious stares from others in the gang. Flushing darkly, and her dark pelt rippling with embarassment, she turned to the encampment's entrance, ready to dive into the city to hunt down some prey for those curious onlookers to eat. She frowned slightly, sighing, but her attention was drawn to a scene behind her, where she realized that her company hadn't moved a muscle from where the three had been having the conversation. It seemed to have turned to a one-sided conversation with Dune throwing jabs, and Crow silently taking it. After a bit, a staring contest was evident, but Reaper was surprised when Dune spat somethings short.
"Waste of fur."
Reaper turned back to look at Dune, blinking in surprise. She was ready for a standoff, and was slightly disappointed that it wouldn't happen, but nevertheless, she didn't feel like standing on her aching pads any more than either tom did, so she tsked the action softly, if only to let the others around her know that she didn't condone the fighting. Though, if a scuffle had ensued, she wasn't sure how inclined she would be to tear off the older gang member before he ripped the pelt off Crow's hide. She didn't take kindly to betrayal, after all. Her attention was drawn to Dune again as he spoke to her, her eyes focusing on his face, pupils dialating and contracting until he was in focus. With a quick blink, her ears were tuned into his speech again, pricking forward slightly in curiosity.
"Lead the way."
She shot Crow another look before nodding and turning wordlessly again, feeling Crow bound over the camp ground to stick close to her side. For a traitor, he seemed to stick to her hide like sap often. It irritated her, in all honesty. She huffed and looked at Dune, the older tom behind her vanishing from view as she slipped out of the spiky ditch used to go in and out of their small part of the city.
"I know you two have a history, but you'll have to behave for now. We'll start at the abandoned cluster and work our way through the alleyways back here. Whatever you cant carry, I'll send youngsters and 3* members to retrieve, so don't worry about carrying capacity."
She gave the orders as they appeared behind her. She could hear the rasps from their breath right behind her, and it made her pelt prickle somewhat. Anyone on the outside looking in would think that she was the inferior one, not that she was the one to order these two monsterous toms of immeasurable capabilities around. She sighed, before flicking her stump, and brushing Dune's side again to offer a small bit of solace for the chill he was about to face.
Notes :: Ouchie. Lot longer than I anticipated.Tags: @tundra | Words: 750 |
|
|
