Dusk Syndicate Clearing - Page 13

**1209** · #**121** December 30th, 2016, 11:49 AM

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Originally Posted by MooBaby171

"Why? I'm a kit." Aurora smiled shyly and shrank back. This was a bad idea, I should have played with Felicia instead. " I'm more of a healer type."

Moonash looked at the little kit. She doesn't belong here. She doesn't strike me as the killer type. "Ok..." Moonash looked back at the rock cat. Everyone thinks I'm scary, she even backed away...well I wonder why. I stare at people. "How did you get here?"
(@Moobaby171....does Cedar know u r in this RP lol)

**Static** · #**122** December 30th, 2016, 12:37 PM

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Originally Posted by StarLightGlimmer

Moonash looked at the little kit. She doesn't belong here. She doesn't strike me as the killer type. "Ok..." Moonash looked back at the rock cat. Everyone thinks I'm scary, she even backed away...well I wonder why. I stare at people. "How did you get here?"
(@Moobaby171....does Cedar know u r in this RP lol)

Can I join RP with u please?

**1209** · #**123** December 30th, 2016, 01:12 PM

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Originally Posted by 23kgreenwell

Can I join RP with u please?

(@23kgreenwell, sure if it's ok with Cedar and MooBaby171.)

**meraki** · #**124** December 31st, 2016, 10:49 PM

(for @honey.freckled and/or @Duskflight)
Imagine being trapped in a dark, claustrophobic box. Imagine not ever being able to escape from that box-ever. Imagine being forever alone stuck in that box, claustrophobic, and tight, dark, scary, and not alone. Which is truly more scary?
Now imagine that very box being opened. Clear, crisp, cold, and fresh air would flood into your lungs as you stepped outside.
That is what it is like for Jaime. Every day, being encased in the box that was his body-or their body-Malcolm's body. Jamie really didn't mind Malcolm. He respected him, actually. But that didn't mean that he wanted to be with Malcolm all the time. But when Malcolm was the one in control, Jamie felt safer, knowing that if the shared body was every attacked, Malcolm would save them all- even if it meant the death of another. Oddly, even though Jamie seemed to be as far opposite to Malcolm as the North Pole was to the South, they did not hate each other as much as one would have thought.
Jamie knew he was, in fact, least likely to ever hurt another cat, and he sometimes would wonder if Malcolm disliked him for that, as if he'd let him down. Jamie never truly felt safe when he himself was in control, honestly. As he wasn't strong enough to save himself from another. Not even if his life-their lives, depended on it. Although being in control had its not-so-claustrophobic perks and the feeling of sweet freedom, it was bittersweet.
Like a caterpillar emerging from a chrysalis, it was refreshing and beautiful. The butterfly could now soar above the trees, but, alas, the skies were also home to creatures bigger than it, and it's likeliness of being a bird's lunch were much higher than when the butterfly was only but a caterpillar.
Jamie was the butterfly now. Free, but defenseless. And anything could be the bird.

Deep thoughts such as these were often the sort of things that went on in this cat's mind, however, Jamie never showed it, as a cat at the mere age of six moons wouldn't ever understand such a thing.
The leafbare zephyr was the only thing to rouse the Turkish Angora from the sinking depths of his own mind. The bare branches of the nearby trees seemed to reach out towards him like long, clawed fingers, grasping for something unknown. Jamie's ears flicked as the sounds and scents of the forest beyond flooded through him. The cat flicked his pale gaze in the direction of voices from the others in the camp. He got to his paws, which seemed too big for him as well as his entire body. He glanced around, his gaze falling enviously upon the small forms of some kits. The forms he truly wished he'd been given. The middle twenty moon old cat looked down at his fully grown body in disgust.
This is not who I'm meant to be, he thought sadly. This isn't what I'm supposed to be.
Jamie stared at the kits a bit longer, wishing that somehow, some way, that could've been him.
Jamie sighed and shook his head, padding to the kill pile to grab something small to eat. As he looked around, his eyes fell upon a cat or two he'd never seen.
I suppose that cats are still being accepted into the Dusk Syndicate, even without a commander to lead us, Jamie thought as he thought about his own test.
He didn't remember much, as it had been Malcolm who'd killed the poor, innocent loner who'd done nothing but live his life. A flickering flame of a life, smoldered by the paws of a killer.

**NightWarrior4Life** · #**125** January 1st, 2017, 08:51 AM

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Originally Posted by StarLightGlimmer

(@23kgreenwell, sure if it's ok with Cedar and MooBaby171.)

ooh can I join too please? I have asked Raywood and Cedar but no reply...

**1209** · #**126** January 1st, 2017, 09:35 AM

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Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

ooh can I join too please? I have asked Raywood and Cedar but no reply...

Ok you can join. In our RP it's MooBaby171 and Cedar.

**NightWarrior4Life** · #**127** January 1st, 2017, 10:02 AM

Cool so where are we currently? Do I need to post my characters? Who are the commanders?

**NightWarrior4Life** · #**128** January 1st, 2017, 12:01 PM

Aria sat at one end of the camp, excluding herself from all activities. She just sat there, staring, not moving even a little flinch, much like a statue. She was new to all this. She was one of the rogues they kidnapped. They said she'd fit right in. And she does. She has a gold hoop earring in each ear and through her nose. The two legs she lived with did this to her. They weren't normal two legs though. Others two legs were afraid of them. They didn't live in red stone nests and they were dirty and smelly. They were rogue two legs. Aria doesn't mind being here. She is yet to have her trial. She is yet to face the wrath of the dusk syndicate.

**NightWarrior4Life** · #**129** January 1st, 2017, 12:16 PM

They took her friend, Fleck as well but that was more of a kidnapping. He's only a soft kittypet. He won't survive one minute of his trial...speaking of trials, weren't they supposed to be administered a trial when they first joined? "Stupid guards...they'd be in shape if we had a commander of some sort..." She got up and padded across towards a large brown guard, a long scar down his left eye. "You! Guards! You're doing your job wrong! My friend and I are supposed to be having a trial by now!"
"Hi Aria!"
"Fleck."
"What're you doing?"
"Putting these guards in their place! Why? Do you wanna challenge them to a duel, KITTYPET?"
"Oh you're so dead. Because the code states that any low status cats caught showing hostility towards higher status cats, they'll be punished."
"Well there's no one here to punish us is there? And if we're low status what does that make us?"
"Until we can get a trial, looks like we're hostages...":getlost:

**NightWarrior4Life** · #**130** January 2nd, 2017, 09:21 AM

Aria now seemed slightly scared. She looked the guard up and down, realising how big he was compared to her petite body. She backed up slightly then laughed awkwardly. "Hehe...so how's ol' Renn these days? Where are all the cats? Surely you have more cats than this?" The Fleck came to the rescue "you're going to hurt me aren't you?"
"Don't mind us, we're just going to have a look around the territory...excuse us please..." The guard now turned around fully, his voice deep in a growl "you ain't going no where Kittypet!" Fleck could tell she wanted to protest but he just waved his tail over her mouth to silence her, and keep her from angering the guard even more. "I said, we're just going now, EXCUSE. US!" The guard was startled by the grey tom's sudden aggression. "My. Mistake. Head on out, but be back by dark. Dark is an exciting time for the dusk syndicate."
"Yeah I figured. Bye!" Fleck signalled to aria with a jerk of his head then they left, trotting away in the afternoon sun.