Dusk Syndicate Clearing

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

"Now I see why you asked for my training..." snorted as she leapt out at him, only to crash into a tree after he stepped out of the way. "You don't fight how I expected. But oh well. That was a nice little sparring session...for a trainee..." he blinked, his tail smacking the ground and kicking up dirt.

The Molly stayed silent, eyes narrowed in concentration. Interesting. But still an idiot. The she-cat laughed as he walked into the tree. "Well well well. If I'm the trainee, what does that make you? A kit." She laughed, but Moxie was still on edge, after all, this tom was a coiled spring. Ready to unleash any time. I will report this to the boss. I might of made a mistake... No. I need to be professional. I will kill without question. Perhaps not today. I need more info.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

The Molly stayed silent, eyes narrowed in concentration. Interesting. But still an idiot. The she-cat laughed as he walked into the tree. "Well well well. If I'm the trainee, what does that make you? A kit." She laughed, but Moxie was still on edge, after all, this tom was a coiled spring. Ready to unleash any time. I will report this to the boss. I might of made a mistake... No. I need to be professional. I will kill without question. Perhaps not today. I need more info.

"You are mistaken...if you are the trainee that makes me the mentor which mean so will teach you everything I know..." he sighed "but I can't believe you're not a guard yet. And you are..." he twitched an ear, his tail now moving quicker with impatience.

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

"You are mistaken...if you are the trainee that makes me the mentor which mean so will teach you everything I know..." he sighed "but I can't believe you're not a guard yet. And you are..." he twitched an ear, his tail now moving quicker with impatience.

The she-cat raised her eyebrows, "Oh really?" And quickly, she darted under him, hooking his legs and hoping to topple him over. Thats the problem with cats like him. They think they are so great, so they never bother to protect themselves. Her sparkling blue eyes were alive with flames, muscles tense and strong.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

The she-cat raised her eyebrows, "Oh really?" And quickly, she darted under him, hooking his legs and hoping to topple him over. Thats the problem with cats like him. They think they are so great, so they never bother to protect themselves. Her sparkling blue eyes were alive with flames, muscles tense and strong.

Fleck instantly heaved himself back up again, his white pelt covered in mud and dust. "Your name?" He prompted her again.
(Sorry short)

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

Fleck instantly heaved himself back up again, his white pelt covered in mud and dust. "Your name?" He prompted her again.
(Sorry short)

"Moxie" And with that, the she-cat started walking away, tail bobbing. She laughed her melodic laugh, and leapt towards her den. Inside, she was filled with concentrated thought. Wy should I kill him? Yes, he's very ambitious, but not particularly dangerous. Yes, he's arrogant, but why? Well, a jobs a job. So thats how it will go.
{If Fleck follows her we can continue in the den.}

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

"Moxie" And with that, the she-cat started walking away, tail bobbing. She laughed her melodic laugh, and leapt towards her den. Inside, she was filled with concentrated thought. Wy should I kill him? Yes, he's very ambitious, but not particularly dangerous. Yes, he's arrogant, but why? Well, a jobs a job. So thats how it will go.
{If Fleck follows her we can continue in the den.}

(K You post first I'll be there in a min)

[SuspiciousMindz]

@fenic!

The slender feline was laying in the clearing once more. It was a warm day and she took advantage of it. Her fore paws were stretched out in from of her, while her hind legs were rested on either side of her body. Her head was held high and angled towards the sun, however her deep amber hues were closed in that moment. She simply listened to her surroundings. Lately Blade hadn't been doing much. She had murdered a Shadowclan warrior the other day and had been resting since. There happened to be a few scratches on her pelt, but none that would scar her the rest of her life. Which was a good thing since Blade was very picky about her appearance. Her sleek smokey and alabaster pelt was constantly glossy and kept neat. There wasn't a day that went by that Blade didn't groom her pelt. It was simply who she was. She acted elegant and needed the look to match it. The slender, but muscular appearance was already there, she just needed to keep her pelt in order.

[monfang]

{ @Liquoris }
{ i dunno if we planned to start a rp so }
Onyx basked in the upcoming sun as he layed in the clearing, blue eyes have closed and content, and it seem like he was an easy target but no. His nose was still working, still keeping tabs on everyone. He let his eyes fall shut as he knew he'd still be prepared for anyone who would approach him. He breathed in, mostly to look content, and exhaled slowly as he settled himself and began to doze off, and he thought about alot. He was one to think of stuff, whether it happened recently or whether it was as far back as he could remember he always reminisced things about the past, whether there was something he could have prevented or what the outcome would have been if he didn't or did do something. He had a lot of thoughts pass in his mind as the sounds of the clearing slowly faded from his mind.

Just as he was about to sleep, his eyes shot open as a scent of an approaching cat woke him, but the cat only passed by and he grumbled in slight annoyance. He was always on edge, mostly because of the things he's done and the enemies he's caused. But he managed to settle back down and manage to return to the thoughtful mind state he was in and he began to again doze off.

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by woly

Now that it was more, spring weather it was easier for the hairless cat to leave the healers den. While the weather used to be painstakingly cold, it was more warm, maybe a chilling breeze, but nothing he couldn't handle. He was planning to tour the camp, grazing his eyes upon anycat with injuries to see if they needed anything,or perhaps to patch anybody up that refused to come into the healers den. Green hues glazed over the clearing, his large,dome like ears twitching at the sounds of cats chatting away. He was a good tracker, and he knew the scent of blood from miles away. He followed the scent aimlessly, his nose twitching a bit until his sight set on the tom infront of him. He gulped. There had been rumors of this cat,Hannibal,but he didn't listen to them despite what cats had told him. he could see his blood stained paws and chest,but didn't see one claw mark on his pelt. He figured,them being the dusk syndicate and all, that there had been a killing. Though he wanted to make sure of the sort, so he approached him. When it came to his duties he wasn't shy about them, unlike the rest of the time. His paws moved forward to the shaded part of the clearing where the tom lay, and approached him. "Do you have any injuries you need taken care of for? I could smell the scent of blood from my nest." his voice was small, squeaky like, though he held some confidence in his words. Im sure its not his blood hes cleaning off.

{I'm so sorry about the late reply to this wolymum ;;}
Hannibal was always aware of his surroundings, or rather, as much as possible for any cat. He never let a moment go by where he was unsure if there was a cat approaching, a cat looking at him, silence, he always made sure that he knew what was going on. It wasn't because he was scared of being attack, in fact, the tom was literally incapable of feeling fear, but it's simply because he was no idiot. You had to be aware of your surroundings, it was just plain survival. So when he heard pawsteps relatively close by, his orange-red gaze flickered up to focus on Percival who was now looking at him. While he had never met the hairless tom, he could tell by his scent and.. Weak looking demeanor, he was very likely a healer. The tip of his tail flicked lightly as he moved his gaze back to what he was doing. The strokes of his tongue precise and at a constant pace, flattening and smoothing his chest fur, a small, dull sheen of light giving it a small shine. The scent of blood must have brought him. He thinks I have an injury.
As the healer approached, the dark tom didn't bother bringing his gaze up to look at him, only when Percival say something did Hannibal stop what he was doing and look up, deciding to put on a happy, pleasant demeanor even though he truly felt nothing internally. He was starting to do this more, practice these emotions on others, see what they would do.
"No.. No, I am fine. The blood is from a messy hunt, the poor thing kept trying to escape every time I went in for the kill and so I had to continue to inflict wounds until it couldn't escape anymore. Messy, but the Syndicate must be fed." There was a small pause.
"Thank you though, I appreciate the concern. I don't believe I know your name, you might be..?" Names were always a good place to start when it came to collecting information. @woly

[Fel]

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

@fenic!

The slender feline was laying in the clearing once more. It was a warm day and she took advantage of it. Her fore paws were stretched out in from of her, while her hind legs were rested on either side of her body. Her head was held high and angled towards the sun, however her deep amber hues were closed in that moment. She simply listened to her surroundings. Lately Blade hadn't been doing much. She had murdered a Shadowclan warrior the other day and had been resting since. There happened to be a few scratches on her pelt, but none that would scar her the rest of her life. Which was a good thing since Blade was very picky about her appearance. Her sleek smokey and alabaster pelt was constantly glossy and kept neat. There wasn't a day that went by that Blade didn't groom her pelt. It was simply who she was. She acted elegant and needed the look to match it. The slender, but muscular appearance was already there, she just needed to keep her pelt in order.

Lilith hadn't exactly been doing very well as of late. The long-furred healer had tried her hardest to be loyal, but she'd spoken one bad word about her mate- something that of course he'd find out, even to accuse her of cheating on him with her friend, who she hadn't even harbored romantic feelings for as of yet. She didn't even know if she wanted to be seen talking with Blade at the moment, and the still-bloodied scars strewn across her cheek from Onyx's attack were a kind of warning, to keep herself in line. Sometimes, she wondered which of her two mates were worse- the one who'd used her, or a hypocrite like Onyx, someone who seemed to flirt all the time without repercussions? Sometimes it was as if he was using her lack of combat training against her, with his bloodthirsty actions. Striding out of the healer's den quietly, the Siberian Cat looked out into the clearing to see both her mate flirting with another unknown molly, and her friend, Blade.

Of course she didn't want to get hurt, but it wouldn't hurt to talk to her for a second- to give her some sort of a check-in, and maybe tell her about how she'd gotten her newest batch of scars. It had been so long since she had someone who she could confide in, despite the molly's mysterious nature. She liked being able to have a friend.