Dusk Syndicate Clearing

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Nighty

The tom kit beamed with pride under thr praise. He was glad he had another cat to be his friend, rather than just his father. He knew that Onyx would be busy dealing with other cats sometimes, so he needed some cat to lean back on when that did happen. He didn't know what to think about beating his dad someday though. Onyx was the best, how could he beat the best? And besides, did he even want to beat Onyx? They had a perfect bond, would beating him ruin it? "Thanks, but I don't know about beating my Dad. He's the best, I don't think I can beat the best." He responded slowly and thoughtfully, almost coming off as humility instead of questioning. He perked back up rather quickly, his small kit mind not staying focused in One thing for very long. "Ferns, moss, and bramble: gotcha." He repeated. "Oh yes, let's do it! I can go scrounge up some ferns, they're all over the side of the clearing." He volunteered happily.

[haha put it in Singe's nest xD]

The brown and golden tomcat flicked his ears slightly in amusement at Cassius's words. Well little buddy, I'm planning on breathing the best, so.. Donovan snickered at his own thoughts. Of course he would never be able to beat Onyx, he was just not committed to fighting enough. Yes, Donovan was an excellent fighter, but he lacked the commitment to it. He focused his mind more on his tricks and dares he liked to do. In a way, Donovan could be the best, but with a different subject. For one thing, it was really hard to outsmart this cat, his mind was as sharp as his claws were. "Okay, but before we collect it, we have to go roll in something that will disguise out scent. Otherwise the cat will smell out scent and know it was us. We can't let them know that." Olive green eyes takes over the clearing as Don looked for something to hide their scent. A small puddle of mud stood at the edge of the clearing. Too messy. he continued to look, and he saw a patch of flowers. Bounding over to them, he told sniff. They smelled, but weren't too smelly, just enough to disguise the two cat's scent. Bounding back to Cassius, Donovan started laying out the plan.
"Okay, so, go toll in those flowers over there, they will disguise out scents. Then, you get those ferns, and I'll grab some brambles and moss." Donovan's eyes flickered with excitement and mischief. "Do you know where that really tall, tan cat with black spots makes his nest?"

[Gusty]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Viana didn't let the short response phase her. If she would have to do the talking then she would, and she would lead the conversation with pride. If he didn't want to talk, than she would make him talk, ine way or another right? She leaned forwards after taking a seat next to him. As she craned forwards, she cocked her head to the side to stare at him. Her pale indigo hues twinkled playfully as she watched him. Not much character that she had gathered so far but she would keep digging. "Is that all I get? The voice, the head, the mouthpiece, the leader of the Dusk Syndicate has nothing more to say?' She asked, her voice high pitched, yet soothing. She was purring, her long white plume tail was curled neatly around her small and dainty paws. Her chest fur was slightly ruffled up, but she took no note of that. "Come on, there has to be something up there in your noggin." She giggled. He had to have something to say..right?

[I'm sorry, I thought I was the last one to respond for this rp]

Halite bit his tongue at Viana's words. They seemed... too kind? Was that what it was? The tom was used to felines who treated him formally and seriously- after all, that's how he always treated them back (whether they were kits or fighters or the like).

"Uh, yeah, I'm actually thinking about a lot of things right now." His fur was a bit ruffled, obviously in his discomfort. "I have to overwatch everything in this Syndicate, after all." But that's not very interesting, though. Or worth making conversation with.

"There's nothing very important going on in my personal life..."

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by RedHead

The brown and golden tomcat flicked his ears slightly in amusement at Cassius's words. Well little buddy, I'm planning on breathing the best, so.. Donovan snickered at his own thoughts. Of course he would never be able to beat Onyx, he was just not committed to fighting enough. Yes, Donovan was an excellent fighter, but he lacked the commitment to it. He focused his mind more on his tricks and dares he liked to do. In a way, Donovan could be the best, but with a different subject. For one thing, it was really hard to outsmart this cat, his mind was as sharp as his claws were. "Okay, but before we collect it, we have to go roll in something that will disguise out scent. Otherwise the cat will smell out scent and know it was us. We can't let them know that." Olive green eyes takes over the clearing as Don looked for something to hide their scent. A small puddle of mud stood at the edge of the clearing. Too messy. he continued to look, and he saw a patch of flowers. Bounding over to them, he told sniff. They smelled, but weren't too smelly, just enough to disguise the two cat's scent. Bounding back to Cassius, Donovan started laying out the plan.
"Okay, so, go toll in those flowers over there, they will disguise out scents. Then, you get those ferns, and I'll grab some brambles and moss." Donovan's eyes flickered with excitement and mischief. "Do you know where that really tall, tan cat with black spots makes his nest?"

Cassius, just glad to have something to do, followed everything Dinivan was telling him. Pulling a prank, best idea he had heard. He watched as Don searched around for something then told him to go to the flowers. Twitching his whiskers in uncertainty, he approached them. He bent down and inhaled, their petite and sweet smell disgusted him. "Ick, do I have to? I don't want to smell like flowers, p'yuck!" He called to Donovan, nose wrinkled in disgust. He hesitated a moment longer and then stepped into them. He knew he probably looked really dumb, playing in flowers. Son of the False King and here he was playing in the flowers. Hopefully Onyx didn't choose to come back from whatever at this moment. After a moment of getting himself covered in sweet scents and pollen, he headed back to his friend, an unhappy frown on his face. "I reek." He stated bluntly. "But yeah, I'll go get them." He turned ti leave and was already a few steps away when he called something else out. "Wha?" He called, then getting an understanding and being able to comprehend it he responded. "Oh uh, yeah I think so, if not I'll sniff it out." He said before trotting off to grab the fronds and ferns, leaving Donovan to eager whatever he needed.

Originally Posted by Gusty

[I'm sorry, I thought I was the last one to respond for this rp]

Halite bit his tongue at Viana's words. They seemed... too kind? Was that what it was? The tom was used to felines who treated him formally and seriously- after all, that's how he always treated them back (whether they were kits or fighters or the like).

"Uh, yeah, I'm actually thinking about a lot of things right now." His fur was a bit ruffled, obviously in his discomfort. "I have to overwatch everything in this Syndicate, after all." But that's not very interesting, though. Or worth making conversation with.

"There's nothing very important going on in my personal life..."

Uh huh everything she had figured he would say. Viana would pry, she had no problem prying. She figure he would say everything basic, they always did. She was used to that act by now. He may have said it was a lot of things, but he had been vague. Maybe he was just trying to get rid of her, but she wouldn't let that get to her. Of anything, it would inspire her more. If she saw she was annoying someone, then she would just do it more. She wasn't done until she said she was don.

Whoa whoa whoa...wait. Nothing in the personal life? So he was talking about personal life now? Hmm, maybe, assuming she wasn't taking it the wrong way, he wanted to open. Maybe he had seen her work before. Maybe he wanted her to pry. "Absolutely nothing? No family, no friends? No love interests?" She asked him giddily. She could honestly care less if he thought less of her for talking to him like this. She didn't give a crap about what most people thought about her, and she did the same for them.

[Clover]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Having helped the feline back to camp, and trying to be careful with his movements-- wondering if it had been the best idea for her to get up-- Gavin was now completely panicked. Honestly, this was the most vulnerable place for her to be right now... in the middle of a place of murderers. Why had he had to run into her now? This could easily get him in trouble with some of the more well-known cats. But I did the right thing. A defiant thought flashed though his mind as the light colored tom stood there uncertainly. He needed to go get a Healer; that much was obvious. But he didn't want to move away, for fear that the feline might go crashing to the ground, causing more agony.
　
And that was something Gavin certainly didn't want. Standing there a minute longer, he glanced over at the flame-colored cat with an expression of uncertainty. "Should I... should I get a Healer or take you to the... um... Healers' Den?" He asked, his voice nervous and wavering worriedly. The last time he'd seen someone so badly hurt was the battle between SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate. A very harsh battle to deal with, but one that Gavin hadn't thought much of... to be honest. There hadn't been much point in attacking SkyClan. So, he hadn't felt the need to be a huge part of it.
@Clover

Skipper splayed her legs slightly, alleviated the pressure from her back and sides, putting it onto her aching paws. She thought one leg was maybe fractured, but that didn't matter. "No!" she growled sharply, snarling at him a bit, grateful for his help but unwilling to show it. "They will see me as weak; they see me as weak, they kill me. And, if you hadn't noticed, being killed isn't the best of circumstances," she hissed, green eyes blazing, flames of fury licking her throat; she couldn't be seen as anything less than strong, couldn't be taken care of for petty injury. "I... I can make it from here," she muttered, softer, but just as cold.

Slowly, she began to move away from his warmth and support, shaky legs tentatively leading her away. One paw moved, and then other, each step so deliberate and slow it made her seem like an invalid, even more so than when she had been relying on Gavin. A couple more steps, and her leg, inevitably, twisted. She let out a sharp cry, swaying dangerously, before finally sitting down, although agony ripped through her ruined, broken, and bruised side.

Skipper's verdant eyes shut, and her ears pressed tightly against her head, the fur tickling the sensitive skin on the inside. Unexpectedly, she began to cry, sobs that racked her body and only made her injury worse. She was weak; she couldn't do it. Desperately, she looked over towards Gavin, biting her lip, looking childish and defeated. "Please... I can't make it any farther."

[Static]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

"It was a mistake that could've been avoided...I understand...you saw it as the perfect chance to get revenge...I know we lost but we can't sulk about it. We must get right back up again and train our cats to be stronger, appoint a new co-commander and then...we can rise from the ashes and get revenge on that filthy kittypet clan..." he sneered.

Fox nodded,back to his usual self."Many the co-commander will be one of us even. "But I'm still not trusted..." he added to himself." When we attack again,I want to be the one who leads the patrol." He said,with a ambitious gleam in his eyes.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by Swiftheart

Fox nodded,back to his usual self."Many the co-commander will be one of us even. "But I'm still not trusted..." he added to himself." When we attack again,I want to be the one who leads the patrol." He said,with a ambitious gleam in his eyes.

"Whoa, whoa steady...don't get too ambitious too soon. I'll do the patrol with you. I mean, if we ever have to...if we ever get to...but still, you're only just a member, I'm nearly a guard pretty much...and I'm just a tail length away from becoming co-commander so...I wouldn't dream too big if I were you..." Fleck boasted.

[Static]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

"Whoa, whoa steady...don't get too ambitious too soon. I'll do the patrol with you. I mean, if we ever have to...if we ever get to...but still, you're only just a member, I'm nearly a guard pretty much...and I'm just a tail length away from becoming co-commander so...I wouldn't dream too big if I were you..." Fleck boasted.

Fox glared at fleck."I'm asking to be ranked up soon.And I don't think you'r commander just yet." He snarled.his fur was rising and his tail tip was quivering slightly.He wanted so bad to shred fleck to pieces but knew he would lose the little trust he already had with the commander."And by the way fleck,don't boast to much in front of other cats.Not all syndicate cats will ignore boasting like I do."

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by Swiftheart

Fox glared at fleck."I'm asking to be ranked up soon.And I don't think you'r commander just yet." He snarled.his fur was rising and his tail tip was quivering slightly.He wanted so bad to shred fleck to pieces but knew he would lose the little trust he already had with the commander."And by the way fleck,don't boast to much in front of other cats.Not all syndicate cats will ignore boasting like I do."

"And ignoring it is why I like you! You were my first ally, Fox and honestly, I'd trust with my life, when you're in a good mood.'which is why I'm going to make you adoptive father of My kits-you know, if Aria and I are dead or unable to take care of them..." he stared into Fox's eyes, hoping the Tom would see how serious he really was about this.

[Static]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

"And ignoring it is why I like you! You were my first ally, Fox and honestly, I'd trust with my life, when you're in a good mood.'which is why I'm going to make you adoptive father of My kits-you know, if Aria and I are dead or unable to take care of them..." he stared into Fox's eyes, hoping the Tom would see how serious he really was about this.

Fox looked at Fleck."Don't talk about dying Fleck.It brings bad luck." He said omniously. "You and Aria and great parents for the kits." He said,looking into Fleck's eyes with the same seriousness.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Clover

Skipper splayed her legs slightly, alleviated the pressure from her back and sides, putting it onto her aching paws. She thought one leg was maybe fractured, but that didn't matter. "No!" she growled sharply, snarling at him a bit, grateful for his help but unwilling to show it. "They will see me as weak; they see me as weak, they kill me. And, if you hadn't noticed, being killed isn't the best of circumstances," she hissed, green eyes blazing, flames of fury licking her throat; she couldn't be seen as anything less than strong, couldn't be taken care of for petty injury. "I... I can make it from here," she muttered, softer, but just as cold.

Slowly, she began to move away from his warmth and support, shaky legs tentatively leading her away. One paw moved, and then other, each step so deliberate and slow it made her seem like an invalid, even more so than when she had been relying on Gavin. A couple more steps, and her leg, inevitably, twisted. She let out a sharp cry, swaying dangerously, before finally sitting down, although agony ripped through her ruined, broken, and bruised side.

Skipper's verdant eyes shut, and her ears pressed tightly against her head, the fur tickling the sensitive skin on the inside. Unexpectedly, she began to cry, sobs that racked her body and only made her injury worse. She was weak; she couldn't do it. Desperately, she looked over towards Gavin, biting her lip, looking childish and defeated. "Please... I can't make it any farther."

Her growl had startled him, making the tom flinch; green hues staring shocked from against his sandy colored fur. It was more of a dust color, really... or perhaps the inner part of a tree. Light, and the friendly expression on his face made it impossible to view him as anything but light hearted, light colored, light - or good - natured, and just all around the almost ideal cat. Except for his tendency to trust. Which was, perhaps, Gavin's greatest flaw.
　
"Not all cats here are like that. I didn't kill you-- and I wasn't planning to, either." The firm way in which he spoke those words sounded like a father talking to a rebellious teenager. Firmness was not the tom's strongest point, and even he was surprised by the certain ring that his voice held... a ring that it hadn't in quite some time. When she moved away it hurt a little... everything that he centered around was based off of trust, care and love - and that made it feel like she held none of those things for him.
　
So yeah, it stung just a little. But in the next moment she was asking for help. He'd almost sprung fowards to catch her when her leg had twisted; but he hadn't. A least she hadn't fallen. But the crying was too much for him. "I'll... I'll help you... d-don't cry..." It was always awkward when he had to figure out what to say before he was able to gather his thoughts. In doing what needed to be done, he could be firm. This was just sense. This wasn't trying to order her around. He could do this, he could put his paw down. "You're going to see a Healer. Now."
　
The command came so unnaturally to him that even Gavin was surprised by it, but he held his ground firmly - with a command that was not to be ignored. Except for the slight waver of uncertainty showing in his green hues.