Dusk Syndicate Fighters' Den

[Ixliora]

Originally Posted by Little Bird

" Bad luck!" Mumbled Nettle, placing her tail over her nose to sleep.

Iris got angry at Nettle (she has a temper -_-) and decided she would show her how it felt. She pulled out the thorn from the nest, and placed it in Nettle's. Nettle was already alseep, so she didn't notice. Iris crept into her nest and curled in a ball to sleep.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Ixliora

Iris got angry at Nettle (she has a temper -_-) and decided she would show her how it felt. She pulled out the thorn from the nest, and placed it in Nettle's. Nettle was already alseep, so she didn't notice. Iris crept into her nest and curled in a ball to sleep.

((I didn't say Nettle was asleep!))

Nettle flicked open her eyes. She heaved herself to her feet, and felt something poking her paw. Assuming someone hadn't been careful, she picked it up, and put it outside the den. Then, she curled back up, to go to sleep.

[Ixliora]

Originally Posted by Little Bird

((I didn't say Nettle was asleep!))

Nettle flicked open her eyes. She heaved herself to her feet, and felt something poking her paw. Assuming someone hadn't been careful, she picked it up, and put it outside the den. Then, she curled back up, to go to sleep.

Iris woke up, and had a great idea! Iris poked Nettle. "Hey, wanna go catch some clan kits/apprentices?" she whispered, her angry face turning into grin. "It might make Halite impressed, and he might make one of US Co-Cammander!" then she paused. "The bad luck might even stop!"

[Ixliora]

Originally Posted by Little Bird

((I didn't say Nettle was asleep!))

Nettle flicked open her eyes. She heaved herself to her feet, and felt something poking her paw. Assuming someone hadn't been careful, she picked it up, and put it outside the den. Then, she curled back up, to go to sleep.

((Oops sorry I assumed she was))

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Ixliora

Iris woke up, and had a great idea! Iris poked Nettle. "Hey, wanna go catch some clan kits/apprentices?" she whispered, her angry face turning into grin. "It might make Halite impressed, and he might make one of US Co-Cammander!" then she paused. "The bad luck might even stop!"

"Sure..." Nettle grumbled. She sat up and padded out of the den.

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

"Selfish as a fox, yes, maybe yet still as slick and sly as ever. Besides, if they're that sick they should be in their new nest in the medicine den. Great Owls of Oak Trees, if you're that concerned about my health I'll move! I don't want you getting all stressed out." Fleck got up and padded reluctantly over to a cold nest that clearly hasn't been used in moons. All the leaves and moss used in it were dry and crispy, the cobwebs sticking to his silky black and white fur. But this nest too smelled of herbs, like mint and chammomile and Dock leaf.

Moxie raised her eyebrows but said nothing. He clearly has no hygiene; sleeping in a sick cats nest, alas, he won't leave me alone. She turned away from him, and shoved her face into her nest, and curled up tighter. "Why are you following me? I mean, I know I am fabulous, but this is just ridiculous." ​She flicked her ears impatiently. {Writers block.}

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

Moxie raised her eyebrows but said nothing. He clearly has no hygiene; sleeping in a sick cats nest, alas, he won't leave me alone. She turned away from him, and shoved her face into her nest, and curled up tighter. "Why are you following me? I mean, I know I am fabulous, but this is just ridiculous." ​She flicked her ears impatiently. {Writers block.}

(Lol me too)
All fleck said was a "Hmph" then turned his back to Moxie and went to sleep.
(Don yu trie to murder meh in mah booty sleep)
He was woken the next morning by crying kits and several pride in the ribs "Hey! Aria you need to stay in the nursery with these guys!"
"No, it's your turn to take care of them. They're just as much your kits as they are mine, Fleck. This will be a good time you to bond with eachother."
"Bond? Bond?! I don't need to bond!" Aria just shook her head and laughed then turned and left the den "have fun you lot, don't give your father too much trouble!"

[monfang]

{ @Constellation }
He ran amongst his siblings and his mother, her soft laugh when he tripped echoing in his ears. He smiled and laughed with her, and turned to his Sister, Viana, and younger sister, Avalanche. She was only half a moon and learning to walk, her legs weak and she stumbled constantly. He and Viana laughed as she made her way to them, and they all began to play. They young kit chased his tail, while his sister teased him about how nice he was being. His mother's soft words ran in his ears like a song. "Sometimes being soft is a good thing, at least he has a heart." she would say, and Viana would ask if she had one too. The good memories ran and suddenly, whoosh! Darkness. Familiar noises, the dream shifting in and out and soon, gone.
He heard the awakening of the Fighters and he kept his eyes closed. He was slowly waking up. The dream wouldn't return and so Joke slowly blinked his yellow eyes open, lifting his head and giving a yawn. His eyes, half closed, looked out to the entrance, the orange and pink light of the sunrise peeking over the trees, acting like the red carpet for the sun to shine over the camp. He stood, and his front half fell as he stretched his paws, claws flexing and he licked his lips. He gave himself a quick groom before sitting, and he watched and waited for the Guards to come in, giving them orders, who goes where and who stays for the day. Non stop he had been on patrols and wondered why it was usually him. He heard about the death of a guard, and how sad alot of people were surprised him. Was he that well known? Joke had met this tom, but he never saw him as a highly favored ruler like he presumed himself. Only a friend, someone, if ever, he could come to and say hi. The tom never minded Joke's bipolar attitude which made things run alot smoother for the both of them. Sure, he was slightly upset, but maybe it was best for everyone, and Halite, if he was dead. And so he was.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by monfang

{ @Constellation }
He ran amongst his siblings and his mother, her soft laugh when he tripped echoing in his ears. He smiled and laughed with her, and turned to his Sister, Viana, and younger sister, Avalanche. She was only half a moon and learning to walk, her legs weak and she stumbled constantly. He and Viana laughed as she made her way to them, and they all began to play. They young kit chased his tail, while his sister teased him about how nice he was being. His mother's soft words ran in his ears like a song. "Sometimes being soft is a good thing, at least he has a heart." she would say, and Viana would ask if she had one too. The good memories ran and suddenly, whoosh! Darkness. Familiar noises, the dream shifting in and out and soon, gone.
He heard the awakening of the Fighters and he kept his eyes closed. He was slowly waking up. The dream wouldn't return and so Joke slowly blinked his yellow eyes open, lifting his head and giving a yawn. His eyes, half closed, looked out to the entrance, the orange and pink light of the sunrise peeking over the trees, acting like the red carpet for the sun to shine over the camp. He stood, and his front half fell as he stretched his paws, claws flexing and he licked his lips. He gave himself a quick groom before sitting, and he watched and waited for the Guards to come in, giving them orders, who goes where and who stays for the day. Non stop he had been on patrols and wondered why it was usually him. He heard about the death of a guard, and how sad alot of people were surprised him. Was he that well known? Joke had met this tom, but he never saw him as a highly favored ruler like he presumed himself. Only a friend, someone, if ever, he could come to and say hi. The tom never minded Joke's bipolar attitude which made things run alot smoother for the both of them. Sure, he was slightly upset, but maybe it was best for everyone, and Halite, if he was dead. And so he was.

Vixen laid in her own nest, quietly, grooming her white pelt. She wasn't asleep like the others. Every time she did go to sleep, she thought about Angelica coming near her and slitting her throat or doing anything equivalent to that. She kept her eyes in front of her, embracing every little surrounding near her. After all, everyone had to be observant. Her eyes landed on others, but she didn't smile. There was nothing to smile about, so bashfully she bent her head down to give her pelt a couple licks. Angelica was out...and about, doing whatever she did best. It was common for Vixen to follow after the other white goddess of a cat, but this time she wanted alone time for herself. She wanted to relax, and maybe be lulled to sleep, but she couldn't sleep. At all. So, she watched the other cats around her. Her head turned at the sound of a yawn, and she stared at the other cat. But, she said nothing, just watching his movements. He had just woken up, stretched, and now he was sitting. Waiting. Waiting, for what? Just as she was becoming quite tranquil, her ears travelled to the entrance of the den. A familiar voice entering into her ears and making her duck her head.

"You'd think toms learn how to appreciate a she cat," Angelica trotted into the fighters' den, her pelt ruffled slightly, but her eyes scanned the den, landing on her seemingly twin. The white pelted she cat was about to head over to her comrade - who she really thought as more of a slave than anything else. "You're still up? I'd thought you'd be asleep." She glared down at the blue-eyed feline. "You could had been useful today. I need a wing woman by my side."

"Angelica, you have everything a tom could ask for. I don't think you need me to help you out with landing a date."

"But, I do need you to accentuate my wonders," she purred, her eyes looking around the den until they landed on a nearby tom. "Excuse me, while I tend to some business." Angelica got up, bringing her tail above her a she trotted towards the handsome tom. He could use some of her affection, surely. Vixen rolled her eyes, but watched from a distance. When Angelica approached the tom, she circled around him, drawing her tail to graze him in every direction she passed, before she sat herself near him. He was a lot bigger than her, and it made the she cat look up at him with fascination. She purred, "Hi, handsome. What are you doing here all alone?" Hearing the other she cat's silky voice, made Vixen's ears want to be clawed off. Someone had to kill that she cat once and for all. And, she would be the mastermind behind it all.

[monfang]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Vixen laid in her own nest, quietly, grooming her white pelt. She wasn't asleep like the others. Every time she did go to sleep, she thought about Angelica coming near her and slitting her throat or doing anything equivalent to that. She kept her eyes in front of her, embracing every little surrounding near her. After all, everyone had to be observant. Her eyes landed on others, but she didn't smile. There was nothing to smile about, so bashfully she bent her head down to give her pelt a couple licks. Angelica was out...and about, doing whatever she did best. It was common for Vixen to follow after the other white goddess of a cat, but this time she wanted alone time for herself. She wanted to relax, and maybe be lulled to sleep, but she couldn't sleep. At all. So, she watched the other cats around her. Her head turned at the sound of a yawn, and she stared at the other cat. But, she said nothing, just watching his movements. He had just woken up, stretched, and now he was sitting. Waiting. Waiting, for what? Just as she was becoming quite tranquil, her ears travelled to the entrance of the den. A familiar voice entering into her ears and making her duck her head.

"You'd think toms learn how to appreciate a she cat," Angelica trotted into the fighters' den, her pelt ruffled slightly, but her eyes scanned the den, landing on her seemingly twin. The white pelted she cat was about to head over to her comrade - who she really thought as more of a slave than anything else. "You're still up? I'd thought you'd be asleep." She glared down at the blue-eyed feline. "You could had been useful today. I need a wing woman by my side."

"Angelica, you have everything a tom could ask for. I don't think you need me to help you out with landing a date."

"But, I do need you to accentuate my wonders," she purred, her eyes looking around the den until they landed on a nearby tom. "Excuse me, while I tend to some business." Angelica got up, bringing her tail above her a she trotted towards the handsome tom. He could use some of her affection, surely. Vixen rolled her eyes, but watched from a distance. When Angelica approached the tom, she circled around him, drawing her tail to graze him in every direction she passed, before she sat herself near him. He was a lot bigger than her, and it made the she cat look up at him with fascination. She purred, "Hi, handsome. What are you doing here all alone?" Hearing the other she cat's silky voice, made Vixen's ears want to be clawed off. Someone had to kill that she cat once and for all. And, she would be the mastermind behind it all.

Joke loved the mornings. Because then, he could hear the birds better, he could be left alone in the territory, he was mostly alone, right? Well, not today, He had noticed Vixen awake, and he knew, from his own observations, that she usually stayed up. Poor cat, she seemed to never sleep. And he knew why. And speak of the devil he heard the voice of the infamous Angelica enter the den and walk over, seeming to scorn Vixen for not sleeping. He gave a sneering glare and snorted, licking his paw and swiping it over his muzzle. He didn't see her approach him, but he heard her voice. And when she spoke he looked down upon the white molly and snorted to her. "Go away Angelica, I'm not in the mood for your flirting. You maybe good at it, however I don't want to be your toy today. Or any day for that matter." he said, his voice going from a mean, to complimenting, back to mean again. "Go mess with Wheat or something."
Wheat, the vivid russet tom was a friend of his, and he knew that he and Angelica had a con-flirt-ation. "Oh, what a woman." the tom told him.Vixen on the sidelines as always. He wondered why that molly stuck around her. They seemed sisters, but obviously weren't, not unless Vixen was over-dominated by Angelica, which seemed to be happening anyways. It was crazy, he hated flirting cats, however Wheat was a strong tom who had earned respect. He didn't want to be bothered by Angelica, and she was picking the wrong day. He was awoken from a good dream he wanted to return to. That was not a way to start the morning. To be ripped from a good dream like that and have to face the real world. Oh well, might as well chase her off. He looked down on her and merely narrowed his eyes in a sneering look. "Look, Angie, I know you'd like to try and mess with my mind and stuff, flirting your way into it, but look..." he lowered his head down to her level and put on a fake smile.
"I'm not idiot enough to fall for those kitten tricks." he said, and sat up straight, his eyes half narrowed as his tail flicked annoyingly. He had no positive, for once, to this situation. There would be surely one to come, but he didn't know when it would come. However he just kept his sneer and gave a look to Vixen, noticing she was watching, like always. Now there was a molly who deserved respect. She never intervened, and spoke when she was spoken to. If Angelica let her, that is.