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Post by bird life on Nov 10, 2014 12:09:11 GMT -5
i dont actually know how the billy mays commercials go....
anyway
the story i mentioned rainfur.
TW, minor gore descriptions
7 pages, 2575 words
'How Can This Happen/July'
JULY
Assortedstar should have listened to the starry cat. Vanillafleck was his name, the one who greeted him after his first life. He warned him that ‘They’re destructive. They’ll bring all kinds of trouble to your Clan and they’ll leave you or your human self to take care of it.’
Why hadn’t he just paid attention?
Just a week before, on a cool summer’s day, his Clan had been entirely turned upside down. On that day and evening, he had almost lost his own brother and daughter, and he had no idea until minutes after the bloody fight ended. In the heat of the moment, he declared the two of them as deputies of his Clan.
And he was only now realizing his mistake.
The black tabby sat alone in the cavern he called his camp. The icicles that hung from the entrance were only just now starting to melt and drips of water left small puddles on the hardened ground. Every other warrior was out on patrol; leaving the small den openings still and empty, save for the soft creaking of the slick ice walls. On the horizon, the sun was rising, casting pale shadows across the open side of the camp, but otherwise providing more light than usual.
His pale blue eyes slid over to the light brow lump of fur that was his medicine cat, Bountywhisker. He smiled to himself, realizing that the old tom at least had a more comfortable lifestyle now that he wasn’t being hounded by the others that believed he was unfit for duty. At least his apprentice could pick up the slack.
Now he had another problem. His deputies were never present.
He was glad for their relationship, yes, but they were unstable. They could be anywhere at any time, and Assortedstar had no way of knowing. They could kill each other in a shower of gore and blood ten times over, and he would probably not know until about six months later. He was unused to being separated like this, but it had to happen at some point.
He watched the sun rise over the distant peaks and rose to his paws when it hung above one like an ornament. The leader rose to his paws and shook his fur free of any falling snow, then set off on a brisk walk.
While he walked, he thought. The events a week ago were still fresh in his memory. He pushed them away to focus more on the issues at hand though.
The current threat to his Clan was Cas, an angel. He would more accurately describe him as an abomination, not fit for such a ‘holy’ title. He was powerful beyond anything he had ever seen and had all manner of tricks up his sleeve. Assortedstar did not trust him at all.
He found it a shame. He would have made a loyal warrior and a helpful guide if he hadn’t been taken down a darker path. Now he seemed to want to murder all of his family and friends for no reason.
Overhead, an eagle shrieked as it glided in lazy circles, casting its shadow down on him in the morning light.
Now, all because Partystar and Hersheytail couldn’t express some form of self-control, his Clan was thrust into danger. One wrong move and the whole system could collapse.
And Assortedstar was angry. Why didn’t he exile the two of them? They were family and he loved them, more than he had loved anything else, but the safety of his Clan was on the brink. If he didn’t act, who knew what could happen in the future? They could all be killed, or maybe he might just be killed.
Assortedstar grimaced at the thought of the two reckless cats fighting over who would receive the title of leader, should he die soon. He regretted his choice immensely. He should have made Burnedheart deputy, even if she wasn’t quite the right character for the job. Maybe Cottonheart would be his next choice. He was reliable, friendly, funny and had trained an apprentice. Everyone loved him.
Or perhaps Kitleaf? Her calm nature would be appreciated and she would be able to organise almost anything if she set her mind to it. Like Cottonheart, he found she had an agreeable yet firm nature and was happy to do whatever was asked of her.
Assortedstar sighed, feeling slightly ashamed that he was already picking candidates for his successor when his own family was the current one.
He found his thoughts drawn back to Partystar. He and Assortedstar now had very little connection, and when he found that his human self had declared himself as the leader of the Clan, he felt hurt. Replaced.
The lanky cat continued padding along the snow covered path, eyes drawn to the sky again. He was focused on the eagle, watching to make sure it wouldn’t suddenly dive and try to catch him. He observed how smoothly it flew, how it made minor adjustments to its feathers and turned as if weightless.
And then he knew.
He needed to talk to Cas. He needed answers.
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Hours later, the black tabby leader was trekking through freezing temperatures and thin ice, advancing at a steady pace towards his goal.
A small-ish shipping brown shipping container.
The tom shivered as a biting wind blew towards him, lowering his head and narrowing his eyes. His pads ached and stung from the bitter cold, but he continued on.
When he reached the box, he sat down, breathing hard from the difficult journey.
Assortedstar eyed the container cautiously. Opening his jaws a little, he tasted a strong fear scent lingering in the air, as well as the metallic tang of blood. He sniffed around the door for a moment and picked up several scents all at once. That of another angel, two maybe, Hersheytail’s, Partystar’s and his own scent from his human form.
Looking back up the door again, he jumped to his hind paws and scrabbled at the handle before finally getting a firm hold on it. He carefully pushed the handle to the side, leaning his weight on to the door to move it along and open it. Several times, he almost slipped, yet he kept going until there was a large enough gap for him to squeeze through.
He dropped down to all fours again and nudged his way through the door, and was overwhelmed by the stench of blood.
Widening his eyes, he slowly took in the scene before him.
Blood. So much blood.
The walls were splattered and stained red, and pools of blood – from several people, no less – littered the floor. Kicked to the corner and over on one side was a simple blue plastic chair, scuffed and damaged, but still usable. In the back of the container, was a similar chair, except missing one flimsy metal leg. It was more brown than blue, and Assortedstar found himself slightly disgusted at it.
And huddled in the chair, was the man he came to see.
Cas.
Assortedstar tiptoed around the pools, looking at each in a mix of distaste and horror. As he approached the rickety chair, he caught a small movement out of the corner of his eye and stopped still.
He was being watched.
He stayed, unmoving, for several seconds, before starting his journey again. Every time he stepped forward, he saw more and more movement from the battered man. If he could still be called one.
The angel was holding his wings in a guarded position, black and grey feathers covering him like a shield. They were all unkempt and dull, lacking their usual gloss and shine. Like the walls of the container, they were spattered in blood and who knows what else. His white hair, now more grey from stress, likely, was greasy and hung straight down, lacking some of its usual volume.
Assortedstar came to a halt a few feet away from where Cas was sat and settled himself.
“What did I do to you?” he asked innocently, having no idea of what his human self had ordered.
Immediately, the angel burst out from his shield and snarled at the cat, who hissed back in surprise and arched his back. Black and gold eyes locked with pale blue-greys as they stared each other down, daring one another to make the first move. A flurry of feathers gently fell between the two, almost creating an invisible barrier between them.
“What did YOU do to ME? How can you ask that?” The man snarled, still glaring at the cat like fresh kill.
“Isn’t it clear? I’m ‘paying for my crimes’, or whatever you want to call it.”
For a brief moment, Assortedstar pitied the angel. He considered for a fleeting second that maybe he was only doing what he was told, being a slave to Kyurem’s will. Maybe he was looking in the wrong place for answers. And why was he angry at him? He didn’t know what was being done with him and didn’t want to know.
But pure rage prevailed and enveloped him.
“You fucking killed my daughter and brother several times; you can sit here and rot for all I care!”
“Well then you have your wish. Here I am, locked in this shipping container until you decide I have suffered enough and then foolishly let me out, only for me to keep doing the same for what you’re doing. You were warned about this, and you ignored it.” Cas replied in a low tone, raising his wings behind him.
“I know. That’s why I won’t ever let you out. You’ll be stuck here until long after my body is in the grave.”
“So you’re going to ignore me? Typical. You are just the same as your brother.” He spat viciously, turning back around in his chair and pulling his coat back over him.
Assortedstar growled and flattened his ears, lashing out at his enemy.
“I am not the same as him. Don’t you ever suggest that again and quit acting so childish. I came for answers and you clearly couldn’t care less about something that could benefit both of us.”
At this, something seemed to snap into place with the angel, and his glare, though it remained, softened.
“Answers. You did not come to attack me?”
“No. What am I going to do with you, rip you to ribbons? You could kill me in the blink of an eye.”
The angel smiled to himself and Assortedstar was relieved that he was able to quickly diffuse and divert the situation. He let his fur lie more flat, but his tail remained thrashing and his ears turned back.
Cas turned back to him and the tom noted that his eyes had changed back to their usual gold colour, none of the pitch black staying. From his now more open position, he could clearly see the reason why the angel was curled around himself when he entered. His chest oozed blood and bits of pink and dark muscle could be seen. The base of his left wing was hanging off, making the appendage hang uselessly to one side.
“What do you have against Partystar?” the leader began, sitting down and drawing himself up to his full height. He was fairly tall for a cat on account of his long, lanky legs and for once he was glad for them.
“Nothing,” Cas shrugged.
“I just do not like him.”
Assortedstar was thrown by this answer. He was expecting a long rant about how he hurt him and how ungrateful he was and how unnecessarily violent the former leader was and all his flaws and little issues. The leader turned his head to one side, confused.
“You…you don’t like him…?”
“No.”
“You don’t kill someone simply because you don’t like them.”
“Do I look like I have limits? Besides, he’s killed Hersheytail before now over petty fights.”
“Oh yes, I know he has. But…there has to be a deeper reason!”
“The only thing I have against him is calling me a failure of a guardian,”
Assortedstar was shocked into silence. He could not believe what he was hearing.
“And the others? Why do they have to go with him? Like Hersheytail, why did you cause that cave in that ended up killing her?”
“That was to spite Partystar. I wanted to break him down and get him at his most vulnerable point.”
Again, Assortedstar had to check what he was hearing. How could someone talk about killing someone else so casually? He’d grown up with killing as practically a staple of his life, but to listen to someone talk about it as if it was a conversation about the weather was something else altogether.
“So….this entire thing was all your doing.”
“Yes.”
“Nothing to do with Kyurem.”
“No. He does not control me anymore.”
The black tom shuffled his paws awkwardly. He had run out of questions before had even begun on account of Cas’s short answers. He never expected his goals and reasons to be so black and white. He also never expected it all to be motivated for his own reasons. He had been prepared to argue on behalf of his family, to defend his Clan, even at the cost of his life. Yet he had no reason to now.
“You’re worried, aren’t you?” Cas’s voice cut in, making Assortedstar jump a little.
“You’re worried that I will target you and your warriors if you do something wrong towards me.”
Assortedstar swallowed. The angel was absolutely right. Clearly his mind reading was still intact.
“Well…yes. You’re the biggest threat we’ve ever faced. To say I’m concerned would be an understatement.”
The man relaxed, leaning back on his tattered chair and letting both wings flop behind the back.
“Then I will make a deal with you.”
Assortedstar was instantly wary. He didn’t trust the angel, as relaxed as he looked.
“What kind of deal?” he asked carefully, swivelling his ears to make sure no one nearby could be listening.
“I will not bother you or your warriors, providing you keep anything I tell you and any of our meetings a secret you will defend with your life. You cannot tell anyone about what we tell each other, and in return I will remain silent and will leave you alone.”
“Including my human self?”
“Excluding. You and him are totally different people now. He is more bloodthirsty than you. While I admire the lengths he is willing to go to bend rules and protect others, he continuously threatens me and I cannot let my guard down.” Cas explained, pulling absentmindedly at a couple of feathers.
Assortedstar considered the offer. Keeping a secret like this would be a massive betrayal of everyone’s trust and may put him out as a target. If he was found out, Partystar may disown him and the others may never speak to him again. But the information was too valuable. If he could talk with the angel like he was a normal person, then he could learn anything he wanted. He had no desire for power, especially over someone else as the deal would entail, but he could benefit greatly.
He could handle the loneliness that being disowned would bring, should he be found out. He could live with the gory battles that would surely come with the realizations. He had another eight lives, after all.
“I accept.”
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Post by bird life on Nov 11, 2014 15:50:44 GMT -5
BILLY MAYS BACK AGAIN WITH AN AMAZING OFFER re wrote part of into the wild for practice. not edited since i dont have the time for it. wont be editing it anyway,. 2441 words?? 6 pages. MEETING Pure instincts made the flame pelted tom crouch. He focused in on the small body before him; a mouse, scuttling around in the soft spring undergrowth. In its tiny paws it held a berry, and it gnawed at it obliviously. Carefully, Rusty pulled himself forward, pawstep by pawstep. His nostrils flared and his eyes slatted to pinpricks as he continued to creep towards his prey. When he was only a fox-length away from it, he stilled, holding his breath in anticipation. He checked his collar to ensure the tinkling bell wouldn’t ring and out and startle it, ruining his chance at one of his first pieces of fresh kill. As he was about a leap, a great crashing came from beyond him, sending the mouse away with a shrill squeak. Rusty jumped in surprise, only adding to the noise as his bell rattled. Hissing softly, he stomped one paw down in the spongy grass. Whatever made his kill run away, he was going to find it. He padded forward cautiously and froze once more when he found the source of the noise. A bushed red tail with a bright white tip, twitching in a nearby clump of ferns. Scenting the air, the tom tried to work out what exactly the tail belonged to. It was neither cat nor dog, and didn’t have the stench of fox hanging around it. But he recognised the tantilising smell of meat, drawing him closer to the tail. As he approached, another noise sounded from behind him. Pawsteps. He swivelled his ears in all directions in an attempt to pinpoint where it came from, confused by how it sounded distant. Perhaps it was just another housecat running home to their owner. So he kept moving, drawing ever closer to the brightly-coloured tail. It was illuminated only by the muted starlight and the half moon above. Though the light was filtered strongly through the trees, it still FUCKING HELL WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?  ? Suddenly, Rusty was assaulted by an unseen monster as he heard the thundering of pawsteps and crackle of branches. Thorn sharp claws latched on to his back and he yowled, twisting and reaching to get a hold on his attacker. He felt stinging fangs brush past his neck and he flinched, but was still unable to dislodge whatever attacked him. As the claws and fangs continued to assault him, he froze, falling on to his back and exposing his belly. He felt hopeless and overwhelmed, having only ever play fought with Smudge, the larger black and white tom from over the fence. All of that was playful, batting at each other with sheathed claws and soft blows. This was something new altogether. Almost immediately, his assaulter stopped and let go, leaning away from him. Rusty took his chance. He exploded out from under the creature – one that resembled a cat – and sped away, tail streaming He heard a soft hiss of air escape the beast as he ran, dodging through the low hanging branches and trees. Behind him, he could hear more pawsteps. Were there more? How many things were attacking him? In that instant, he skidded to a stop and turned, snarling ferociously. He was never going to run away and admit defeat. He would stand and fight until the battle was won. Instead, he was confused by what faced him and stopped his vicious display almost immediately. Just in front of him sat a kitten. It looked barely older than himself, and had a shaggy grey pelt that seemed too big for a cat his size. A single dark grey stripe stretched from his head and along his back, following the fluffy line of his tail. Rusty realized it was another tom from his strudy, broad shoulders and his thickening jaw And the sudden stop had made it fall into a crumpled heap on the ground, fur spiked up in surprise as he scrambled up as not to lose any sense of dignity he still had. Oval yellow eyes observed him, the ginger furred tom, for a moment, and then the kitten sat, and licked a forepaw as if he had done nothing more than chase a leaf. Rusty was disappointed. He was ready to fight, each and every muscle in his body tensed and ready to go. But all he had facing him was another cat his age. “Hey, kittypet,” the tom said calmly, with a hint of teasing in his mew. “You put up a good fight for a tame kitty!” The Abyssinian kitten remained in his tensed position, still attempting to process what was going on. What was a ‘kittypet’? “I’ll fight you again if I have to.” He warned, bushing up his tail and arching his back slightly. “I’m Greypaw, by the way. Im training to be a ThunderClan warrior.” The tom replied, glazig over Rusty’s threat as if it was nothing. Rusty became even more perplexed by this. Grey…paw?? Wat kind of name was that? And what was a ‘ThunderClan’? He thrust his confusion aside and began to lick his pale ginger chest, sensing that the thread had all but gone. “What’s a kittypet like you doing in the woods? Haven’t you heard it’s dangerous?” Greypaw asked, lowering the paw he was licking. Rusty snorted. “If you’re the most dangerous thing the woods have to offer, I think I can handle it.” Greypaw looked at him, his yellow eyes widening. “I’m not even half a warrior yet, so I’m not the most dangerous thing. If I was a warrior, then I would have given you some real wounds to think about. You’re an intruder, after all.” Rusty stopped licking his chest fur for a brief moment, furrowing his brow at the word ‘intruder’. He wasn’t invading anyone’s territory, was he? The forest was free to come and go from. Every cat in the neighbourhood did it. “Anyway, you’re obviously not from the other Clans, so it wasn’t really worth hunting you down like that.” The grey apprentice replied, pulling at a blade of grass that was caught between two claws. “Other Clans?” Greypaw looked at him s if he was stupid and let out an impatient hiss. “You must have heard of the four other Clans that hunt around here. I belong to ThunderClan, and the other Clans are always trying to steal prey and territory from us, especially ShadowClan. If I was from that Clan, I would’ve ripped you to shreds, no questions asked.” Rusty’s head was reeling. What was this kitten talking about? Was it all a pretend game? Rusty decided to humour him and let him continue. “They come to take prey that is rightfully ours and it’s the ThunderClan warriors’ job to keep them all out. When I’m older and I become a warrior, they’ll all be shaking in their flea bitten skins when I come for them. They won’t dare come near us then!” The Abyssinian nodded his head as if he understood what he was being told. He thought he must be talking about the wildcats that lived in the woods; Smudge told him about them. They supposedly ate bones and killed their enemies in bloody battles. Yet he wasn’t scared. He was interested. He found it fascinating that they would all have to fight for every single last scrap of food on their land. “So…you’re not a warrior yet?” The bulky tom perked up at this comment, puffing out his chest fur in rpide. “Why? Did you think I was? I won’t be a real warrior for ages, I have to go through all my training firt. Kits become apprentices when they turn six moons old, never before then. Tonight is my first night out. “Why don’t you find yourself an owner with a nice cosy house instead? Your life would be much easier,” Rusty meowed, thinking about his comfortable, easy life.. “There are plenty of housefolk who’d take in a kitten like you. All you have to do is sit where they can see you and look hungry for a couple of days—” ““And they’d feed me pellets that look like rabbit droppings and soft slop!” Graypaw interrupted. “No way! I can’t think of anything worse than being a kittypet! They’re nothing but Twoleg toys! Eating stuff that doesn’t look like food, making dirt in a box of gravel, sticking their noses outside only when the Twolegs allow them? That’s no life! Out here it’s wild, and it’s free. We come and go as we please.” He finished his speech with a loud and proud spit, then looked back up at Rusty. “Have you ever tasted a mouse before? You haven’t lived before you’ve tasted your first fresh mouse!” Rusty fought to not shuffle his front paws awkwardly. “No, I’ve never tasted a mouse.” He replied, a little more defensively than intended. “I guess you’ll never understand. You weren’t born wild. It makes a big difference. You need to be born with warrior blood in your veins, or the feel of the wind in your whiskers. Kitties born into Twoleg nests could never feel the same way.” Greypaw sighed, looking around at the trees surrounding them. Rusty spiked his fur up again, being reminded of his dream where he chased a mouse through a lush green forest, not unlike the one he was currently sat in. “That’s not true!” Before he could continue, Greypaw raised a front paw, silencing him while he scented the air. “I can smell cats from my Clan. You should go. They won’t be pleased to find you hunting on our territory!” The flame coloured tom looked around and also sniffed. How could the kitten tell that? All he could smell was the soil and grass of the forest and the occasional whiff of spring flowers. They grey tom tried to shoo him away and Rusty jumped to his paws, whirling around frantically in an attempt to find somewhere to escape to. Bushes surrounded him, he could go anywhere he wanted. As he was about to leap, another mew rang out sharply into the silent night. “What’s going on here?” Rusty turned to watch a she-cat stroll confidently out of the undergrowth. His jaw dropped open when he saw her. She was magnificent. A pale grey in colour, with shining sky blue eyes. White hairs dotted across her muzzle. The only things breaking up her beautiful form was a deep nick slicing her left ear almost in half and an ugly scar that spread across her broad shoulders. Her thin head tapered to a point, and Rusty thought she almost resembled himself in some ways. “Bluestar!” Greypaw stuttered, crouching low before her in respect. Behind her, a golden tabby followed behind her. He was equally as good looking, with piercing, yet somehow gentle light green eyes and a shimmering pelt. The two of them shone like stars under the dapples of moonlight. “You shouldn’t be so near Twolegplace, Greypaw!” the golden tabby scolded, narrowing his eyes at the younger cat. He had a low, rumbling voice that made Rusty want to shy away, but he held his ground. “I know Lionheart. I’m sorry.” Rusty finally caught on to what Greypaw was doing and also crouched low, averting his eyes from the two stunning cats before him. They must be the ‘real’ wildcats, with their fur dotted with scars and harsh gazes that could cut through stone. “Who is this?” the grey she-cat asked, looking down on Rusty, who flinched as she looked at him. “He’s no threat. He’s not a Clan cat, he’s just a pet from Twolegplace.” Greypaw answered for him. Rusty was outraged at being called a ‘pet’. His eyes narrowed in warning, but he widened them when he realized that the grey cat – Bluestar – was watching him. “She’s Bluestar. She’s the leader of my Clan. The other cat with her is Lionheart. He’s my mentor,” Greypaw hissed to Rusty under his breath. “That means he’s training me to be a warrior.” “Thank you for the introduction, Greypaw.” Lionheart said coolly, sitting down and wrapping his fluffy tail around his equally large paws. Bluestar was still staring at Rusty. “You fight well, for a Twoleg pet.” This remark confused both Greypaw and Rusty. How did she know anything about their fight? “We’ve been watching you, Grepaw.” She explained evenly, as if she had read both of their minds. “We were wondering how you would deal with an intruder, and you attacked him bravely.” Greypaw practically glowed from receiving praise from his leader. “Sit up, both of you.” Bluestar ordered, now looking between the two of them. Rusty immediately sat bolt upright and held Bluestar gaze easily as she addressed him. “You reacted well to the attack, kittypet. Greypaw is stronger than you, but you used your wits to defend yourself. And you turned to face him when he chased you. I’ve not seen a kittypet do that before.” Rusty nodded his thanks, thinking she had said all of her praise. He was surpised as he continued, “I have been wondering how you would perform out here, beyond the Twolegplace. We patrol this border frequently, so I have often seen you sitting on your boundary, staring out into the forest. And now, at last, you have dared to place your paws here.” Bluestar stared at Rusty thoughtfully. “You do seem to have a natural hunting ability. Sharp eyes. You would have caught that mouse if you had not hesitated so long.” “R-really?” Rusty stuttered, taken aback by what he was being told. He had never realized that he had any natural ability for anything before. He just enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and the wild chase that followed each time. Lionheart cut in, stepping forward to be level with Bluestar. “This is a kittypet, Bluestar. He should not be hunting on ThunderClan territory. Send him home to his Twolegs!” Rusty felt his fur prickle at Lionheart’s dismissive tone. Bluestar’s compliments had made him want to prance around the forest in joy, why should he leave now? She had noticed him; she had been impressed by him. “But I’ve only come here to hunt for a mouse or two. I’m sure there’s enough to go around.” At once, Bluestar snapped her gaze back to Rusty from Lionheart. Her blue eyes now seemed like shards of ice, blazing with anger and intensity. “There’s never enough to go around. If you didn’t live such a soft, overfed life, you would know that!” Rusty felt shocked by the pale she-cat’s outburst. By the look on Greypaw’s oval eyes, he could tell he had overstepped a boundary. Lionheart stepped forward menacingly, and now both warriors loomed over the young cat. Rusty felt his pride disappear into nothing as he realized what he was dealing with. Hardened forest cats who were mean and hungry, cats that were going to finish what they started. |
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Post by bird life on Nov 13, 2014 14:24:50 GMT -5
part 3 of 'Assortedstar makes poor decisions'
2882 words, 77 pages
sorry this one is so disjointed and not fleshed out, i lost my train of thought halfway through because of a doctors appointment
'How Can This Happen/August'
AUGUST
Assortedstar stood outside the yawning entrance to a cave. The cave.
The Liqourice Cave.
His thick, short fur was unusually ruffled, sticking up and out in odd places and angles. Usually he would be well groomed and soft, yet today was different. He left his fur ungroomed for a few days, not having the energy to put towards it.
He was more focused on what was about to happen.
For the past week he had been unable to sleep, mulling over Cas’s deal and the other things he told him. He was surprised by how perceptive the angel was. Unfortunately, it also meant that he had told Assortedstar everything about everyone and his plans to exploit the weaknesses he found. Some of them were more extreme than others, with the ‘others’ almost making Assortedstar seriously ill with fright and stress. Thankfully, Butterpaw had plenty of sprinkles to make him fall asleep.
He was ashamed to admit he could feel an addiction to the candy coming on.
He was becoming more and more concerned about Cas and himself. He was being told all of his plans, but at what cost? It was all his burden to carry. He couldn’t tell anyone, or the angel would kill him. He could kill everyone if he wanted it enough.
Assortedstar shook away the feeling of regret that had intensified over the past month. It wasn’t important now.
He looked back up at the gaping cave entrance. It was pitch black inside and covered in strips of black liquorice. They hung down from the walls like ugly talons and rose up from the floor in vicious spikes, only visible by the thin afternoon light.
This cave, to him, was what he once heard an Ancestor call ‘Kitty Hell’. All the cats that did wrong in their lives would be judged by the Candy Ancestors when they died, and if their crimes were enough to validate a place in Liquorice Cave, then this was where they went. None of the cats there exactly suffered, they just had to live out the rest of their ‘dead’ lives in the cave, struggling to survive with what little prey they could find in there.
Supposedly, the prey that ran there was evil too.
The black leader padded softly into the cave, careful not to disturb the rock hard liquorice. It had turned almost to stone with age, and he had seen first-hand how deadly it was if a cat was cut or impaled with it.
Earlier that morning, Assortedstar had decided that he was never going to be able to deal with what he was being told by Cas. He had to find some form of escape or release, or if that didn’t work, then he had to at least understand why the dark winged man wanted to do such horrendous things.
Sadly, he didn’t know any cats that were still alive that were cruel or heartless enough to ‘get’ Cas. He had tried asking his brother and was met with only a shrug.
So he had turned to the dead cats. First, he asked the Ancestors. He met with Vanillafleck once more, but the ginger tom had no clues. He went through every cat he could find, pacing around the stars like a madman. Eventually, he found Cookiestar, who offered the idea of going into Liquorice Cave. The brown spotted leader even offered to come with him, but Assortedstar hastily declined, knowing that the old leader was clumsy enough to fall off the same cliff seven times.
He also regretted turning down the tom. The cave was making the fur on his spine prick up from anxiety and the deep feeling that there was something wrong. Wrong with what he was doing and wrong with the cave in general. He would have welcomed the company of the jolly cat.
As he advanced further into the chasm, the dot of light that was the entrance slowly faded behind him, being engulfed by the suffocating darkness.
And as he continued, the ceiling got lower. And the path got tighter, until his flanks were brushing the walls His thin tail, hanging low in unease, brushed past the candy and made the cat jump every time it grazed another spike.
Assortedstar had the terrible feeling he was being watched with the same hawkish manner that Cas had originally watched him enter his lair.
It would do him no good to turn back now. He didn’t have the room to turn in the enclosed space.
For maybe the fifth time that week, he felt his stomach drop. Hersheytail had died in July from being crushed by rocks falling from a collapsing cave, also in the pitch dark. His heart quickened and he broke into a jog. What if he met the same fate? How would he escape? He would surely lose all of his lives in one go and no one would know where he was and his deputies wouldn’t pick up where he left off and Cas wouldn’t know and and-
Assortedstar slammed into a wall, squashing his muzzle and crying out in pain as he felt hot blood run from a new gash just above his nose.
In his panic, he fell back to the floor, landing hard on his head and tail. Whimpering in pain, Assortedstar tentatively reached a paw out to get his bearings again.
And screamed when he saw a pair of red eyes with no pupils staring down at him.
He screamed the loudest he had ever screamed in his life. Eyes wide and claws flailing in panic, he scrabbled around to flip himself over and found himself trapped by the tight walls. This was it, he was going to lose his second life this year and it was only the end of summer.
“Shut. UP!” a disembodied voice cried.
“Get away from me!” Assortedstar yelled, propelling himself across the path and getting his head wedged between to liquorice rocks. He lay there, breathing hard while trying to make out who or what the red eyes belonged to. They glowed oddly in the dark and the tabby leader felt as if he was about to star in the next award winning horror movie.
The voice sighed and Assortedstar felt teeth and claws latch around one leg, roughly pulling out from where he was stuck. Again, he tried to scramble back to his paws and this time, hit his head on the low cave ceiling.
The disembodied eyes rolled.
“Follow me. We need to talk.”
Assortedstar felt a swish of cold air around him as the eyes turned around. He felt a tail brush past one eye and was comforted slightly that at least, if he was going to be killed, it was probably a cat that would take him. Obediently, he followed the tail.
He continued following until he and the cat thing reached a dimly lit clearing in the cave. To Assortedstar, the clearing looked as if it was lit by softly glowing orbs of light, maybe fireflies a little higher above him. He gazed around him in a circle, looking for where the other cat went and was confused by how it seemed to have disappeared.
A moment later, the cat returned with another in tow.
The dark tabby gasped. He didn’t want to believe he was helped by who he was seeing.
Liquoriceclaw.
The black tom was still as small as when he first saw him, and the dark tentacles that were often attached to him hung limply at his sides, two of three of them trailing uselessly on the ground. It made him look like he was constantly being trailed by a deep shadow. His ruby red eyes lacked any pupils and got brighter in colour where they should have been. On his side was a crudely written ‘M’. One that Assortedstar had left on him when he killed the cruel tom.
By his side was a noticeable brighter she-cat. Her fur was candyfloss pink and her short, but not stubby, legs contrasted her busy tail. Her eyes were blue, and also appeared to hang in their sockets like the orbs that surrounded them. She held a vicious scowl on her face, but hr eyes held no hatred or discontent.
Assortedstar looked guiltily at the two cats opposite him. Liquoriceclaw looked back at him evenly, perhaps a little blankly.
“Assortedbiscuits,” he started, his low purr remaining as disembodied as when it started.
“Star.” The tabby corrected. He felt proud inside as the black tom’s eyes widened slightly, as if surprised.
“Congratulations. I thought Partystar would still be leading your damned Clan.”
“Things happened. He died a year ago later this month.”
“Hmm. Sorry about that. Regardless, why are you here?”
“I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.” Assortedstar hissed urgently, lowering his voice so that any eavesdroppers couldn’t hear everything.
“I need to talk to you first.” Liquoriceclaw replied, reaching around to point at the ‘M’ shaped scar on his side.
“Thanks for this, by the way. A nice memento. And has anyone ever told you that you scream so loudly that I thought I had mortally injured you. What a good thing that would’ve been.”
“You surprised me! Not everyone expects to see a pair of glowing red eyes in the pitch black!”
“I suppose. Either way, what are you really doing down here? You can’t have come down by yourself, and I’m sure you didn’t completely want to see me, did you? Or does one of your cats want to train as my apprentice to wreak havoc again?” the tom drawled.
Assortedstar scowled at the memory of finding Partystar with his skull smashed in, bleeding and spasming on the ground. Or when he found Gummyfrost, Liquoriceclaw’s partner at the time, trying to pull Twixstripe’s fangs out of her mouth. Or when Rolomask was kidnapped as a kit and forced to serve under the two of them. Of course he didn’t want to see Liquoriceclaw, but it was necessary.
“No! God, no, none of them want to come here. I didn’t either, but I have to.” Assortedstar answered, once again dropping his voice.
“You can talk normally, you know. No cat here is going to use it against you since we’re stuck here.” Liquoriceclaw interrupted, finding a flat rock and lounging across it, two tentacles flicking at the ends.
“We have a problem. With the Clan. It’s starting to fall apart and we have an enemy facing us that we can’t get rid of.”
Liquoriceclaw looked quizzically at the living cat.
“So…?”
Assortedstar briefly explained about what had happened in the past year, with Liquoriceclaw and the pink she-cat giving moans and spits of disapproval at appropriate intervals. The tabby tom couldn’t tell if they were humouring him, or if they genuinely cared.
Then he got on to what Cas has told him. His voice shook as he told them.
“He’s going to take Partystar and torture him ruthlessly until he breaks, then poke at every trigger he can find. He wants to control him. And if can’t, then he’s going to take me – my human self – and get to him that way. He told me he’s considered kidnapping a couple of them and doing unthinkable things. I don’t even want to repeat them. Then, for his grand finale…well, he hasn’t planned it yet. He’s going to do it though. But he’s not going to do it until his way there is paved with blood and gore and I don’t know what to do!”
Liquoriceclaw considered everything he had been told for a few moments.
“Why do you care so much?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means what it means. You said it yourself a few moments ago, ‘I don’t feel any affiliation towards them anymore.’ So why do you care so much about their safety?”
“They’re family. The only family I’ve ever had and it’s the best I have right now.”
The pink she-cat laughed at this remark. A harsh, horrid laugh that seemed to rack her whole body.
“Family doesn’t mean anything. You’re a Clan cat, through and through. I can tell.”
Assortedstar bristled slightly. He might have nobody aside from Burnedheart and a couple of his warriors left, but he was still related by blood to Partystar, Hersheytail and his human self.
“This Clan was built on betrayal, lies and battles. It has always been this way. Those that try to fix it always fail. Peacekeepers, such as you, don’t succeed.” The pink cat continued.
“You have to learn to ignore what you care most about. Let them be maimed and killed. You can’t stop it now you made that deal.”
Assortedstar felt crushed and hopeless. Was she telling the truth?
“Shut up, Flosstail.” Liquoriceclaw snapped, and then turned his attention back to Assortedstar.
“However, she is right. You made the deal and you brought this on yourself.”
“But that’s not it! Why would he want to do that?” Assortedstar cried, wanting to sink to the floor and wail like a tiny kit out of despair.
“His reasoning has happened before. We have a cat here, Fruitgum, who was evil just because he wanted to be. He acted how he wanted. If this…Cas person, wants to get back at Partystar because he doesn’t like him, then you can’t change that. Others, like myself, have deeper reasons for our behaviour.” Liquoriceclaw said, rolling over on to one side and stretching, working his long claws in and out.
“You said he wanted to control Partystar. He didn’t get that and still hasn’t yet, so he’s going to turn to the next person. You’re being controlled and manipulated by him by knowing this information. It’s eating away at you inside. I admire him, actually.”
“Are you saying that he’s using his dislike and hatred as a means of control?” Assortedstar asked, folding his ears back as the realization slowly dawned on him.
“Precisely.”
Assortedstar internally cursed himself. How could he have been so blind?! Why else would Cas go appeasing him and making deals otherwise? Why would he even tell him what he was planning if it wasn’t to get him to do whatever he wanted?
The black tom was overcome with a sudden violent rage, and the two Cave cats watched him as he demolished the clearing, tearing at the walls and the orbs and reaching to smack the fireflies down from the roof above. He snarled and spat and cursed everything he knew while the two bystanders watched and muttered to each other.
They waited until the tom calmed down and flopped himself down the floor, exhausted by his fit of fury.
Liquoriceclaw rose to his paws and walked over to the defeated leader, looking down on him.
“Are you done?”
Assortedstar wanted to cry out of bitter despair. He hated himself. He was so stupid and he hadn’t even seen it. It was like his teenage years all over again, being so aimless and naïve to follow the first person who could give him the best deals and information.
“Yes. I’m done with it all.”
“Then we will make a deal with y-“
“I’m done with these fucking deals.”
“With no strings attatched. I understand your despair, and we agree that it would be unfair for you to become twisted by what happened. You deserve your place in the Ancestors.”
“Stop humouring me, I know you aren’t like this.”
Blood red eyes glowed and narrowed.
“I am not, usually. To you, Flosstail and select others, I am able to show some compassion towards. Now listen to me, we can see how dangerous this ‘Cas’ is. He will destroy you all one day, whether it be your fault or not. And he will not reform. We will help defend your Clan, no matter what happens.”
“If?”
“If nothing. We just wanted to wind you up by saying it was a deal.”
Assortedstar groaned. Of course he would still be toyed with. Of course he would be.
“But only if you accept us. We will not join with your Clan, as we have already been cast out, but we were all born into it and it was what we grew up with. We’re bored here and we all have valuable battle skills.” Flosstail added, padding up next to Liquoriceclaw.
“How can I trust you? You tried to destroy my Clan in the first place!”
“I will not apologise for that, as I still believe I was in the right. But if you trust Cas, then I’m sure you can find it inside you to trust my word, as leader of the Cave cats. Your home is ours too, and we will fight to protect it.”
“No. I don’t accept your offer.” Assortedstar said simply after a few seconds.
“How can I tell if you’re just going to spit me up and use me?”
“Even if you don’t accept, I will stand with you. And I alone will help, if that is your decision. I have never done this for any cat before, but you will be my only exception, so you should appreciate it.”
“Fine! Okay! Whatever! You can protect this cave too if anything happens!”
Liquoriceclaw purred, closing his eyes and smiling happily.
“’m so glad that you agree.”
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Post by bird life on Nov 20, 2014 17:10:05 GMT -5
BILLY MAYS HERE WITH ANOTHER FANTASTIC OFFER
short fic today, veritgo hit me hard and now might be labyrinthitis.
i had tis idea while sitting in the nurses office at school so YEP its underthought.
it takes place in tis coming december, continues into next year. yes, it is all canon but it doesnt happen until we hit the appropriate months and dates irl.
1541 words, 4 pages
'Think Of A Starting Point/December'
DECEMBER
She had asked the question.
On a quiet winter’s day, when the bright blue sky was free of clouds and the harsh sun beamed down upon the snow, sending up reflective beams of light and highlighting the flurries of snow that moved in the gentle breeze.
The two of them had been sharing prey. A raspberry and strawberry gummy worm. Easily over two feet long, the two cats had been devouring it over the course of the day.
Assortedstar was busy tugging at the tail of the worm, digging his claws into the frozen earth to pull the bite free from the prey. Burnedheart meanwhile, was pulling at the sides of the snake, careful not to get her muzzle sticky with sugar.
The warriors had caught the worm themselves. They made a good team. With Assortedstar’s speed and Burnedheart’s sensitive nose and ears, they could locate and catch prey as swiftly as a hawk. They were careful, with moons of practice behind them, carving out of every move they made and every pawstep they placed. Nothing escaped them now.
Of course, this was not uncommon, the two cats just happened to be the best out of the pairs. Cottonheart and Kitleaf were close to their skill, Rolomask and Runtclaw third.
As the pair continued eating and pulling at their quarry and the sun rose higher in the sky, the ginger she-cat had piped up out of the blue,
“Assortedstar?”
The black leader pricked his ears and looked up at the younger warrior, but didn’t pull away from his food.
“I need to ask you something.”
He leant away from the worm, swallowing his mouthful and sitting up to face Burnedheart.
“What is it?”
Burnedheart looked around anxiously, her fur ruffled and her ears swivelling back and forth. Assortedstar was intrigued, what could have got the cat so worked up? Was it bad?
“It’s nothing bad,” she said quickly, as if reading his mind.
“It’s just…”
“What?”
The she-cat stopped and started, searching for the right words and becoming more and more flustered.
“It’s…I…agh, I don’t know how to say it! Assortedstar, I….when can we have kits?” she blurted out, and gasped in surprise.
“No, I mean! I didn’t mean it like that, I’m so sorry!”
Assortedstar smiled He had guessed she was going to ask at some point. He didn’t want to make it seem awkward, and if that hadn’t held him back, then he would have been the one asking.
But he wasn’t about to make her uncomfortable. After all, there was roughly twelve moons between them. While it wasn’t a bad thing, some cats might question it.
“I meant…when can we be mates?” Burnedheart questioned.
“I’ve wanted to ask for so long now. I know you brought me in to the Clan when I was young and then trained me as your apprentice, but then we started hunting together and patrolling and doing all kinds of things! And I liked it! And I liked you! And the more and more I thought about it, I knew that I needed you, and that I wanted a family more than anything. I want my kits to understand what it is to have a family surrounding them and not growing up in the ways we had. And I couldn’t see that with anyone else but you.” She finished her outburst, eyes wide in anticipation and from how much she told her hunting partner.
“And I was hoping….I was hoping you felt the same way too.”
The black tabby stood for a moment, processing everything Burnedheart had told him. And then he smiled once more, stepping forward and resting his head on her shoulder.
“I do. I’d love that more than anything.”
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On a blustery day at the end of winter, the kits were born. Assortedstar had woken up Bountywhisker, the medicine cat, from his seemingly eternal hibernation a few days before when Burnedheart had moved into the nursery properly. He had so many questions he hadn’t even realized before.
And all the old tom had done was question if he had the beginnings of some form of anxiety.
Either way, Bountywhisker knew that everything had to go perfectly, or he would lose the whiskers he was named for from his muzzle.
When the kits had finally come, Bountywhisker had ordered Assortedstar to sit and wait outside the nursery with the other three kits. They weren’t kits, so to say; they were about eight moons now. They would be apprentices soon, and the Clan would be stronger than ever.
The leader had waited impatiently, bouncing up and down on his haunches as he waited, leaning against the slick ice walls in anticipation and nerves.
At last, when he was called in, he raced in faster than an avalanche.
He stumbled slightly as he entered the crack in the wall that housed the nursery, taking a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim shafts of light filtering through the ice. In the centre of the den was his mate.
Burnedheart.
Beside her were two tiny bodies. Assortedstar beamed in delight and hopped over to them, nosing them both in turn and meowing a greeting to the young kits. He had never been so happy in his life. Months of fear and knots of anxiety rising up constantly, all to be paid off in this moment of joy.
“What are you going to name them?” the brown tabby yawned, waving a paw in the direction of the tiny kittens sat before them.
Assortedstar examined the two carefully when he realized what the medicine cat had said.
One was a dark orange-red with a white tail tip. She had large paws and a tough, stocky body. Clearly this kit had taken after her mother more. The other was black and orange, a tortoiseshell. He had a more lithe body, and the leader purred with delight as he mewed loudly in search of his mother.
Burnedheart looked up at the black tabby.
“You should name them. I don’t want to do it wrong!”
Assortedstar purred, licking the ginger she-cat’s head.
“We’ll name one each. The tom can be called Colakit, for his patches of colour on him.”
Burnedheart studied the she-cat and nosed around her for a few seconds.
“Orangekit. I like that.”
Bountywhisker rolled his eyes and began muttering under his breath. It was painfully obvious that the old tom had forgotten the blessing that medicine cats typically gave to new kits and was struggling to remember even the first sentence.
“Ancestors…uhh….bless these kits….and make sure they….do….something….good probably. Fuck it, I can’t remember, I’m going back to sleep.” The medicine cat sighed irritably, then turned on the spot and stalked out of the nursery, ungraciously bumping into the side of the entrance on his way out.
Assortedstar also sighed, shaking his head. He should really see about making Butterpaw a full medicine cat soon.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” Burnedheart asked, her eyes brimming with emotion.
“They’ll be good warriors when the time comes. And I’ll make sure I give them good mentors.”
The four fell asleep together that night, curled up in the warm confines of the nursery den.
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Spring came and went and summer soon followed, bringing it with hot winds that warmed the territory above freezing, turning the ground to mush and shrinking the camp just a little bit more.
Assortedstar currently, was the prey in this situation.
Colakit and Orangekit had grown so much in the six short months since they were born. Orangekit had long, thick fur and rounded paws, as well as long legs and a rounded face. She loved to fight and was the perfect playmate for her brother, Colakit. The tortoiseshell tom seemed to be turning into the mirror image of his father, with his fluffy fur spiking out and his watchful eyes the same as Assortedstar’s. He also had long legs, but was slightly more clumsy than his sister.
At present, they were practicing their hunting technique. Assortedstar had been scuffling about the walls of the cave that enclosed the camp, making sure that blocks of the ice wouldn’t slide down and hurt a cat.
Colakit was sneaking up behind the leader, body low to the ground as he inched forward, pawstep by pawstep. He waved his tail to Orangekit, who began to circle around to the side of the black tom and also creep forward.
Assortedstar moved along the all, packing more snow in at the base. The two kits froze and then rearranged themselves, still advancing on their ‘prey’.
And at the last minute, they leapt with ferocious battle cries.
Assortedstar whirled around in time to see his kits hurtling towards him, knocking him over into the soft snow pile and batting at him with sheathed claws. He wirggled and squirmed, laughing as the two cats announced they had caught him and had to carry him over to the fresh kill pile. He let himself be dragged across the camp to the pile, rolling over and shaking off his damp fur as he praised the two on their technique.
He wasn’t lying when he said he never heard them coming.
The kits leaped at him again, nuzzling into his fur and purring. Assortedstar licked the kits, and he softened slightly.
He could live like this for the rest of his life.
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Post by bird life on Nov 22, 2014 14:59:49 GMT -5
FOR FOUR EASY PAYMENTS OF 19.199, YOU TOO CAN WRITE LIKE I DO
(just kidding its like $1000)
umm yep so this went slightly different to how i planned it oopsie
its more fluff than any plot advancement because it happens like next year so haha
2223 words, 6 pages
'Weakness/2015'
2015
Assortedtar had decided he was going to have a ‘lazy day’.
He dozed in his pink frosted doughnut bed, on the line between being awake and sleep. Around him, he heard the soft chatter of the camp beginning the day. The dawn patrol came and went, organised by themselves. As usual, there was nothing to report.
The apprentices went about their duties, idly talking about the new things they learnt while training. Most of them were learning basic fighting moves by this point, and a select few were moved ahead to the more advanced techniques, such as Orangepaw. She had always shown particular skill in battle.
Unfortunately, it only reminded Assortedstar of Partytar.
He watched one of her training sessions about a week ago. He was stunned by the way she handled herself, easy and confident, yet ready to strike in an instant. And she fought hard. By the end of her afternoon, her mentor was more battered and bruised than she was.
But it was the way she moved. The way she threw herself into each attack and ducked from every opposing blow. How she could be on the other side of her enemy without them so much as blinking.
It worried Assortedstar. Not enough to act on it, but it was always nagging in the back of his mind.
He had always known that something was bound to be inherited by his kits from him. He was a mess, a human-cat thing that turned their back on humans entirely in favour of a stranger life. A human that had powers and was never too sure what to do with them.
He watched Colapaw the next day, and was relieved to find nothing out of the ordinary in his son. He was still a little clumsy, but good natured and had a good sense of humour that made him charming and likeable. The Clan needed a cat like him badly.
The black tabby woke up later in the day, about mid-afternoon. He lifted his head, shaking the stray sprinkles from his face. He scanned the camp and saw Colapaw jogging around the perimeter of the camp.
He rose from his nest and walked into the centre of the camp, watching his kit continuously circle around the walls.
“…Why are you doing that?”
Colapaw blinked at his father, but didn’t stop.
“I was told to. I messed up really bad on the hunting trip, so I was told to camp back here and find something to do, but I couldn’t? So I thought I should do some exercise anyway.”
“Who told you that?”
“Runtclaw.”
Assortedstar rolled his eyes. He had never known a cat to be able to come up with so much busywork in such a short time.
“Why don’t you go out and collect some supplies for the medicine den instead?”
The tortoiseshell stopped finally, looking over at the hollow where the medicine den was. He knew what all the candy did of course, it was one of the first things each apprentice is taught and has to memorise for their final assessment. With extra paws finding new sources all the time, the stock was never empty.
“They look like they have everything they need.”
“They could always do with more now that winter is starting. Just go find some sprinkles maybe.”
“To help with any badly injured cats, right?”
Assortedstar nodded.
“Leave Runtclaw to me if you see her out there.”
“…Okay!” the tom agreed, trotting out of the camp and into the snow drifts ahead.
The black tom watched him go, his black, orange and white pelt standing out in the stark snow. At one point the apprentice slipped and fell face first into a large drift, but quickly burrowed out through the pile like a worm, making the hole he entered through collapse after him.
The leader purred to himself, smoothing down the fur on his shoulders. Again, he lay down on the ground, enjoying the cool snow on his fur. He rolled around like a kit for a few moments, stretching and rolling all over the camp and showering his pelt with tiny white flecks. Nobody was in the camp to see him like this, and he loved the rare moments he had when no one was around.
A sudden rush of air jerked him out of his play, and he froze, eyes wide. He could never be caught doing this, kits did it! Not the leader of a Clan!
He scrambled up hastily, shaking himself to get rid of as much of the snow as possible. Guiltily, he gazed around the camp at the tracks on the floor where he had been. Hopefully they would be swept away by the wind soon.
The leader looked up at where the breeze came from and jumped in surprise when he saw.
It was Cas.
Instantly, Assortedstar found himself with his fur and tail bushed up, back arched and eyes narrowed. He snarled at the angel, ready to attack him. He promised he would never bother his Clan in their conversation last year, and he wasn’t about to lose another one of his lives because of him.
The man trailed into camp, swaying from side to side and staggering forward. His wings, although not trailing behind him, were visibly shaking and they appeared patchy. His coat was no longer black, but a thick brown-red that stank of metal and sweat.
When Assortedstar took note of all this, he silenced himself. Why would Cas come to him in this kind of state? Unless it was a trick to make him appear more trustworthy….
As he approached him, he knelt down and extended a hand to the black cat
“I said I would never come here, and I meant it. I just needed to get out of that container as soon as I could.”
Cautiously, Assortedstar sniffed his hand. He smelt the scents of his family- no, his human family - and the other angels again. Cas had told him their names, but the leader couldn’t recall them if he tried. Mingled with their scents was the same overwhelming fear scent with blood, and only under that was Cas.
“Why are you here?” he asked suspiciously, padding away from his hand and moving on to his coat and wings.
“I got bored and could not take being on that rickety chair any longer. Also I needed to escape before they came back.”
“They?”
“You know who. I heard them muttering about what they would do to me in a few hours and wanted to have something to take my mind off of it.”
Right. His human self had clearly decided he had had enough of Cas and was possibly trying to kill him. Cas had mentioned this to him weeks ago, but he didn’t take it seriously. He felt that he was being melodramatic.
Assortedstar watched as the man staggered over to the side of the cave and only the understood why he appeared to be suffering.
His wings were in tatters. Most of his feathers had been clipped in some way. Roughly, as if they had been pinned against a surface and sliced at with a dull knife. The dark coverts had clearly been pulled at, with patches of feathers completely missing in places. His secondaries were singed and stuck together, and as he turned around and sat down, leaving both wings trailing on the ground, Assortedstar noted that the blood feathers had been yanked about, leaving spots of blood on the underside of his wings.
They looked at each other for a moment, as if understanding each other’s pain. One from a purely physical side, and the other emotional.
“So,” the angel started, picking idly at the intact feathers and putting them back in the right places.
“How’s the weather been?”
“F-fine. It’s been a little warmer than I expected this year so the snow isn’t quite as deep as it could be, which might affect our hunting, but I think there’ll be a blizzard in a few days. What about yours?”
“Dark. Cold. Windy. I don’t think the sun has risen for a week now. I’ve gotten used to it by this point.”
“Oh….have you at least got a torch?”
“They won’t give me one. All because my eyes glow a little bit.” Cas remarked bitterly, holding one hand up so that the weak glow of his gold eyes was reflected.
“I can not do anything with this!”
“Didn’t you buy a torch? You said you stole someone’s credit card.”
“I did. Nobody told me that I needed batteries too!”
Assortedstar purred with laughter and rested his head on the angel’s knee. It felt stiff, likely from the intense cold and lack of use. He rubbed his head against him as the angel began to pet him, and jumped suddenly when he felt his fur freeze.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
Cas looked back at him with an equal look of surprise on his face, holding the hand the was petting him up to his face. His eyes had turned back to normal by this point, and Assortedtsar felt relieved that the action obviously wasn’t intentional.
“My power must be coming back. I mentioned it, didn’t I?”
Assortedstar nodded and relaxed, settling back down. Last year, the angel had discovered that he was able to manipulate ice and snow, and used it to try and kill Hersheytail’s mother and Partystar, as well as countless other things. At one point, he made himself an ice sculpture and put it in the corner of the shipping container he lived in, but it soon got stained red with blood and melted.
A few days later, Assortedstar came to see the angel and was met with a happy looking snowman that Cas had rested his coat on. Somehow, he had found two carrots. One was a nose and the other was in place of a hat. It resembled a mohawk, one that eventually had slipped to the side and made the snowman more endearing.
It was cute, but also got destroyed. He had given up after that. Every time he tried to do anything, it was taken as a threat.
He never found out where he got his power from. He had assumed it was from Kyurem, since he gave him all of his ‘angelic’ duties in the first place.
Assortedstar purred louder as he was petted, snuggling closer to the man and dozing off again. He was woken by a question a few hours later.
“Do you want to know why I’m really here?” Cas asked, rearranging one wing over the two of them.
“Why?” Assortedstar grumbled, opening one eye slightly and looking up.
“Because of your piece of shit brother. I told him not to fuck with my feathers and he did.” He snarled, his eyes turning black and gold again with anger.
Assortedstar sat up and yawned, stretching and working his claws in and out.
“What did you do to him?”
“I ripped his arm open from the wrist up, tore out the artery and sliced it. He died pretty quick.”
Assortedstar grimaced imagining this. As sorry as he felt for Cas, he still couldn’t ignore the fact that inside him was a vicious, terrifying and scared beast that would lash out at any kind of attack and wasn’t afraid to kill.
He wasn’t even bothered by how many times Partystar had been killed. It didn’t matter, anyway. He was happy with the ‘fake’ Asortedstar, Hersheytail and the other two angels, so why should he care anymore? If he died, he died.
“So is he alive now?”
“Probably. The Creator of Light pulled him out of there pretty quick while Hersheytail yelled and cried at me for a bit, and then they left me.”
Assortedstar recalled how each angel that existed had a ‘title’, and it always represented what their specific power would be. Cas’s was the Guardian of Death, while the other two angels that hung around Partystar were the Creator of Light and Summoner of Darkness. It didn’t matter who they were anyway, the black tabby felt they were all as violent as each other.
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“Nothing, you can’t without him knowing that we’ve been talking. I do not particularly want him to try and kill you because you ‘betrayed him’ or whatever he will try and claim.” Cas shrugged, accidentally batting the cat with his wing.
The tom hummed in agreement, now stretching each leg in turn.
“Where is everyone?”
“Finishing the dusk patrol. One cat came back so I hid, and they went to sleep.”
Assortedstar parted his jaws to try and discover who had returned. The scent was mostly gone by now, but he identified Orangepaw. She must have come back from collecting fresh milkshake from the lake.
“You should go. I don’t want the others finding you here, or them not finding you in the box.” Assortedstar warned, looking up at the man.
Cas sighed and patted Assortedstar, then stood up and walked off into the distance without so much as a goodbye. That was normal for them now though.
The black tom watched the angel go, then turned his back to the opening of the cavern and went back to his doughnut.
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Post by bird life on Nov 29, 2014 16:09:49 GMT -5
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Post by bird life on Nov 30, 2014 17:28:04 GMT -5
CALL NOW AND GET NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT /THREE/ SHITTY STORIES. ALL FOR $19.99 HHHHH god this went through so many stages. originally i wanted it to be cas attempting to murder partystar, but it doesnt flow nicely when using the 'clan' names, so i ditched it (i will post it if you ask but otherwise not) then i got this idea, which is more description with SOME plot advancement. it's more tell than show, and the way its written describes the way cas would describe it if he was telling you. it is deliberately meant to be missing things, as he would be filling it out in assort's head via telepathy, so he leaves out details. it should now be obvious what this story is going to climax to, making the plot a TINY bit more obvious. not edited, 2418 words, 6 pages 'Confrontation/ ' Presently, I was furious. “Consider this: I have been locked in a shipping container, about 15ft square, for months now. I have counted every ridge of the walls, every bump on the ceiling, and every single little splat of blood – MY blood, on the floor. Every single god damn day, I was forced back on to my piece of shit plastic chair, missing one leg on account of an accident I don’t care to remember. And every god damn day, I would be tortured. Tortured by faceless, black demons. They had long claw like hands and teeth sharp as knives, the ones that always come out of nightmares. I do not know who created them or why they exist, or even which of them brought them to me, but I hated them.” I ranted, sitting stooped over in the same chair I had just described. A small purr of understanding escaped the little cat splayed out next to me. He was black, fur marked by faint grey tabby markings that swirled on to a target on his chest. Two stripes curved beside and under his narrow ice blue eyes. For cat, I had thought once, he was a handsome one. His human form was something I dreamed once of pinning to a dartboard and throwing knives into those same pretty blue eyes. The cat was called Assortedstar. He was the closest thing to a ‘friend’ I had at this time. I was using him, of course. I proposed a deal for him, that I would never attack his Clan, providing he kept any conversations we had a secret that he would protect with his life. And he had been good. As far as I knew, he had never said a word to anyone. I was going to go back on my promise, but this made me reconsider. “Did they ever speak to you?” he mewed, stretching up and picking at one of my feathers. I must have visibly bristled, because he sat back down almost as soon as he had stood. I waited for a few seconds before continuing. He couldn’t see me getting angry over this. It was trivial. They tortured me, and it did not bother me. “Of course. They flung insults at me and tried to break me down. One day, I taught them a lesson when I got sick of their repetitive noise. I broke out from the chain they held me in and stabbed them, all five of them. I had stolen a knife from the girl, and it was more than effective in dealing with them. Then, I thought I would at least think about what I had done, so I swept their ashes up into that corner,” I explained, nodding my head to the right corner behind me, where the ash had left a stain on the freezing metal. “Then they arrived later, and they all stood and stared for several minutes. I must have shocked them. They did not say anything for a long time afterwards, I could tell. And I waited for the demons to return the next day. They haven’t bothered me since.” The cat nodded solemnly. He knew who I was referring to. ‘Them’. The shitstains that decided it would be best for me to sit here and rot for trying to do my fucking job. I lead people to their deaths, for god’s sake. It was that girls time to die, they would have better for it. But no, HE had to be the hero, tell me I was a ‘failure of a guardian’ and how ‘I was meant to protect HIM’. Pathetic, really. Then the ‘human’ Assortedstar – if I should call him that – announced that he was the real leader of the Clan and therefore it gave him the divine right to banish me into this box. Personally, I thought this was unfair. But I was stuck here now ‘until I changed and proved that we can let you out. At least on a leash or something’. I was never going to change. This was my job; this was the most efficient way to do it. If others had to suffer because I had to kill someone, then it should not be my problem. “So…what do you actually want to do? You can’t get to them like this. They could kill you.” I laughed out loud at the cat’s remark. “Killed? I can not be killed. I may stay dead for two minutes at most, but I will be right back, ready to shoot them down again. It will always be this way. Just as it is with any other angel.” I did not need to retell this story to Assortedstar. I had told him at least three times now. The more I told it, the more hatred I felt for them. And I welcomed it. I welcomed the bloodlust and rage that would stir inside me imagining their stupid faces. I enjoyed sitting in a fantasy for hours on end, playing out all the scenarios of how I could kill them all. “How many angels are there, anyway?” Assortedstar piped up again, pulling me out of my head. “Hundreds, maybe thousands. Not many thousands, but more than enough. There are some duplicates, but I am the only Guardian of Death.” I replied, leaning back in my chair to allow the black tabby to sit on me. He leapt swiftly on to my lap, huddled under my coat. I noted that the cat was shivering. It was not a lie. There was an angel for each element and realm and thing that existed in the world. I was the one responsible for death, the Vulture Angel. The Dove Angel was responsible for life, her white wings shielding all from my grip. Then, there were the time and space angels; the Crow and the Starling. Both of which I was supposed to report back to and respect, but I felt no need. I would end time one day, and space itself would go with it. I was more powerful than them, in that regard. And I was controlled by none. “Tell me more about them.” The cat mumbled, starting up a steady purr as I began to pet him. His fur was thick for such a lanky looking cat. Thick, but matted in several places from sugar and sometimes blood. “I told you about the Crow and the Starling already, the rest are not of any importance.” I answered. “I meant the elemental ones. Like the angels that are hanging around with my human self.” I hissed under my breath. I hated them with every fibre of my being. As soon as I could catch them, I would murder the two of them. “They are the Creator of Light and Summoner of Darkness; the Eagle and the Hummingbird. The former is not as powerful as I am, and never will be. He can manipulate light and I believe he may have the ability to heal others, which he learnt from the Dove. One day, he will learn how to truly harness his power. And I hope to be the one to teach him when I bring him back. The other, the Hummingbird, is a ten year old little girl,” I described, looking up and glaring at the ceiling as if they were right above me. “She has slightly more potential. I have watched her reach into a person’s mind and dredge out their deepest fears, then plunge them into a nightmare that only ends when she decides. I do not know what else she will be able to do, but I want to capture her to learn from her. It is not like she will be traumatised by what I do, she has seen far more than a ‘normal’ child has seen.” “And what about the basic elements? Fire and all that?” Assortedstar mumbled, growing tired under my bloodstained coat. I had never considered it that comfortable, but he thought otherwise. “I have not met them.” I lied. I had. Weeks ago, I had gone on a ‘quest’ of sorts to find the most powerful angels to recruit them. In that time, I must have met about fifty, the others hiding or dead, still waiting in the odd halfway point between life and death, awaiting resurrection from the same unseen force that allowed me to return. It was not a god that brought us back. No one knew what it was. Even I did not know. But with everything else, I wanted to find what it was and learn from it. Not out of interest, but for power, obviously. “All I am aware of is that they have very weak powers, only able to conjure up small flames or manipulate small amounts of water. As far as I know, the two angels that watch the earth are still underpowered and ignoring their roles. A shame, really.” “And below that?” I paused for a few moments. Below the elementals were the ones who appeared to be out of a comic book. T they were the most interesting. -- About six months before, in the dead of winter, I found myself trekking through a dense pine forest. There were snow drifts taller than myself in places, piled up against the trees and even reaching towards their lowest branches. It was grey, overcast day. It was also silent, not even the grating sound of songbirds above. I was following a trail of scratches on the bark, all placed at odd intervals. Some were on every tree, some were two miles apart and in varying directions. However, they all lead to one thing. An angel. And after hours more of walking, I found him. I passed a drift with a small hole carved out in it. I lowered myself to look into it, and was met by the snarling snout of a dog. A husky, in fact, its dark and white fur thick and stinking of blood and raw meat. It had wild blue eyes, the same shade as Asortedstar’s. They darted wildly before finally focusing on me. It leapt out at me and began to maul more, howling and tearing at my face and arms until something, someone, called it off. I watched its eyes glaze and its muscles relax and tense, and it hopped off me, trotting back to the one that was its master. Immediately, I had sprung up, blade in hand and blood dripping down into both eyes. And I was met by a boy of no more than seventeen, with a thick blue blanket covering his wings and messy dark hair covering his fierce gaze. He too held a dagger, held in a reverse grip that was ready to swing up and strike me between the eyes. I could tell from the way his wings were flared, but still in a guarded position. A clear threat that also conveyed fear in its purest form. This was the Lord of Wolves. The Raven Angel. I dropped my knife, pulling it back into my sleeve, then lowered my wings behind me, folding the battered feathers into the folds of my coat. “Guardian of Death.” The boy snarled, more to his dogs than to to anyone else. Two bears of wolves emerged behind him, broad shouldered and muscular with oversized sharp fangs that were stained a disgusting yellow-pink in colour. They growled at me, and instinctively I lowered myself, stretching my broad wings above me and growling viciously back at them. The effect was immediate, both wolves backing down behind their master immediately. The teenager was still regarding me warily, unsure what to think of the mixed signals I was presenting. “You are the Lord of Wolves.” I said, putting the words in his mouth. He nodded wordlessly and took a step back. My cue to return to my normal position. I stood once again and extended my hand to him. Something inside me knew that humans did this as a greeting, and this the boy had only recently discovered his role. He hesitated, and eventually shook my hand. His glossy black wings folded tighter into him, a sign of respect of my power and reputation. We had both al\ready read each other’s minds. Here was no need for any further communication. “I respect the power you wield. I feel you would be better off learning from me. I have the answers that you seek.” I stated, discovering his hunger for knowledge. His yearning to discover who he was, and what he could do. He was overwhelmed And I liked that. He sent me on my way without so much more than a single grunt of acknowledgement and a thumb jerked into the direction I came from. --- By this point, Assortedtsra had fallen asleep. I continued petting him, running a hand down from his head, along his spine and down his slender tail. I filled him in on the rest of them through his dreams. I did not like to flick through his thoughts and internal monologue, but occasionally, it was necessary. Cats slept for more than twelve hours a day, after all. I told him about the angel I knew nothing more about than the nickname of ‘Bladeholder’, the Kestrel Angel with a quiet demeanour and the ability to summon a deadly arsenal from a material that was not quite electricity, but not quite light either. I would recruit her soon, all I had to do was locate her. There were those that controlled man made things, such as glass or metal or concrete. The Pigeon, the Falcon and the Robin respectively. The former was another one I was always searching for, constantly scanning the globe for their presence. And finally, perhaps the most interesting of them all. I knew the least about her out of all the angels. She was a dark haired woman in about her mid-twenties, the facial mirror image of Partystar’s ‘human’ girlfriend. She was the Hawk, and the one who could spit a highly corrosive acid and could secrete other types of acid at will. She was the top of my list, my absolute priority. If I could find and bring her over to my side, then I could control all of them. I refrained from telling Assortedstar about my plans from there. I would conquer the world, and they would be my pawns. All of them. Even the humans. And I would slaughter them all when I was done. |
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Post by bird life on Nov 30, 2014 19:10:49 GMT -5
zombie cats
i wrote this when i was like 13 its so so bad and ohhh my god
dont take it as a story take it as context for what happened. its ufinished because i got bored of it
Two days.
Two days since the last death.
Hazewhisker sat alone in the warrior's den, his tail twitching irritably from side to side. The awkward twitches sometimes brushed fallen leaves aside, only to be swept back again with another violent flick. It was autumn, after all. The times when leaves should fall.
He hadn't thought that leaves would also mean cats.
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Since the middle of last winter, a devastating virus had swept across the land. It targeted those of the feline breed, causing those infected to drop dead in hours, days or weeks. Yet all the time, each cat was suffering, crying out for their mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers - any cat they still had a vague memory of. They would cry and cry, but even when the cats they wanted came, the afflicted would still howl in despair.
For they could not see them.
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Hazewhisker knew what the symptoms of the virus were. First, it would start with a hacking cough and medicine cats would simply diagnose the cat with greencough or whitecough and leave them to rest. From there, it would develop into the sickly cat going completely blind. Then the terrible pain would set in, a pain so terrible that those experiencing it could scarcely sleep. This was where the yowling would start.
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Hazewhisker mulled over this, only to be brought back to reality as a shrill kit's cry came echoing frm the medicine den.
He shuddered, his tabby striped tail raking crinkled leaves across the den.
He hated hearing the kits in such a state. They especially did not deserve the grisly death they would receive.
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And from the yowling and screeching all cats would be forced to endure, came death. Sometimes it was swift, with a brave warrior howling for mercy for mere heartbeats before they fell silent and limp. Other times a courageous leader would be reduced to that of a sobbing kit for months. A season, maybe.
It was violent, and a leader could die several times of that same sickness before they finally lost their final breath and joined the ranks of StarClan.
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Hazewhisker finally stood, his tail still continuing to twitch. Other cats liked to tease that his tail was connected to his brain, which is why it was so active.
It didn't bother him, so long as they were gentle about it.
He padded cautiously out of the leafy cavern, scenting the air first so he could gauge what had happened in the camp.
Yet he did not need to, as a pure white she-cat lay weeping over the body of her dead kit. A vigil would surely be arranged later.
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Some cats didn't want to keep sitting vigils for the fallen. It was tolerable the first times, but once most cats had to keep sitting vigils for those they were only barely related to they soon grew tired of the very idea of staying awake for another night.
They regretted proclaiming that when they lost their mothers and fathers.
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Hazewhisker had lost his brothers because of this illness.
Brave warriors, he recalled, tensing suddenly as memories of playing, fighting, hunting and joking with his fellow kin hit him like a bullet.
Smokefang had died just a week earlier, having suffered for only 24 hours of the virus.
Mistfur, however, had become a victim the second that Smokefang died.
Hazewhisker recalled his death so vividly in his mind that it may have just occurred moments ago. He tried to comfort his brother as he shrieked and wailed for their deceased mother, unaware of anyone but himself. A
And then he froze, dead still and blinked his lifeless eyes straight at Hazewhisker.
A message.
A message that Hazewhisker would stay awake for hours trying to puzzle out.
Now I am the last one.
He slunk behind the warriors den, breaking through the thick cover of brambles that protected the camp from intruders. The prickly foliage stabbed at his pelt and raked across his muzzle, but he didn't mind.
He had to go and find his brother's grave.
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Cats rarely buried their dead here.
Why turn a feline to the earth, where it has no place?
As such, most were left a little way outside of camp for the vultures and the crows to feed on. The smell was unbearable most days and humid summers where the worst times. The stench would drift across to camp and apprentices and kits would frequently complain of feeling poorly due to the odor.
Only the most respected cats got graves.
Smokefang was not lucky enough.
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Hazewhiser recalled that Mistfur only received one due to his efforts in rebuilding the camp from the churned earth up. He worked for moons, making dens and nests and shelters and gathering herbs, making sure it was all in place for when the Clan would move in.
A badger invaded just as the Clan were about to advance through the camp entrance. Mistfur fought it off. Or so the story goes.
Hazewhisker would later tell the awestruck kits who were told the tale that he and Smokefang helped too, but Mistfur landed the fatal blow.
That didn't exactly matter now.
Hazwhisker knew that he was next.
<blahblahblah shit i can't be bothered to write about>
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Hazewhisker took a long time trying to pick out where his brother had been buried. All the while, his tail went back and forth like leaves on a spindly branch swaying in the summer breeze.
He eventually reached his brothers grave, his name crudely scratched into a nearby tree. It was nice to see that name again.
Maybe for the last time.
Hazewhisker looked down to where the grave was, blinking as he was met by a hole.
A hole, but no corpse.
Hazewhisker did not take this in at first, just simply purring and twitching his short whiskers at the empty space.
He blinked again, and only then did it become clear.
His brother's body had been taken.
He spat at the upturned gravel, growling quietly as his tail returned to it's usual sweeping motion.
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streetiebelle
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preteen angst is forever
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Post by streetiebelle on Dec 4, 2014 18:29:37 GMT -5
posted on my account bc i need to be able to edit this
this is the guide to angels. if there are any more questions, ask and i will add them to this guide.
A Complete (ish) Guide to Angels
Angels are supernatural beings that are not angels in a biblical sense.
It is unknown exactly WHAT they are, but they look like your typical angel except they aren’t. They are incredibly powerful and can survive nearly fifty times what a normal human person can withstand. They are seemingly immortal and can only be killed under a very specific set of conditions, which is still undiscovered.
Each angel is based off of a bird, which gives them their wings. (not literally). Usually, it is the bird they most had a connection with in their ‘normal’ life. Oddly, males tend to have a higher chance of having the wings of a raptor and females a lesser bird, although it is unknown why. All that is known that it is not deliberate and means nothing in their society. The bird wings they have also become a reference point. Instead of a name, an angel may refer to another as, perhaps ‘the Parrot’ or ‘the Hawk’.
With their society, there is a hierarchy.
Each angel controls a specific element or thing. Angels of a higher class have the ability to control multiple elements, usually not more than two or three extras. They also have a title relating to their power, for instance the ‘Creator of Light’ has light based powers.
At the top of this social ladder, are the angels responsible for life and death. These are the (I FORGOT….) of Life’ and the Guardian of Death. They are constantly at war with each other and often engage in vicious, bloody battles that are meant to be to the death. They are the Dove Angel and the Vulture Angel respectively. The former is able to see how a person’s life will pan out, while the latter only ever sees the various ways in which a person could die, and are therefore responsible to leading them on that path. Neither of them can say anything to anyone about their paths, as it would change them completely. Therefore, they are responsible for every life on the planet and have to make major or minor adjustments for anyone’s best course of life and death.
Below them are the angels responsible for time and space. Their titles are unknown, but they are the Crow Angel and the Starling Angel. They are able to manipulate their respective elements for their own gain and for others, although it is unknown exactly how.
Under that are the elemental angels, which are at a mid point between time/space and the basic elementals. The two known ones are the Creator of Light and the Summoner of Darkness, who control light and dark. They are the Eagle and the Hummingbird respectively.
Below that, are the basic elemental angels who control a specific natural element. There are around 100, scattered across the world.
And at the bottom are the miscellaneous angels, such as the ‘Lord of Wolves’, who either control man-made objects or something lesser, like animals or plants.
Between these ranks are those that don’t fit into any specific category. For instance, there is one angel, simply known as the ‘Bladeholder’, the Kestrel who is able to conjure up a range of weapons that are made of not quite light, but not quite electricity either.
(On weapons, an angel is not allowed to carry any weapons, although this idea is rarely, if ever, enforced. Most angels at least carry a knife or dagger, with some upgrading to a gun, rifle, axe or broadsword.)
However, above even the Dove and the Vulture, is a ‘thing’. It is not a god, but a being that brings the angels back from death if they should die. Occasionally, some slip under its radar and remain in the halfway point of life and death for any number of days, months or years. No angel has ever seen what ‘it’ is.
It would be thought, knowing this, which they would all report back to this thing. This is not the case, they either govern their own actions or follow a different ‘master’. Take Kyurem controlling Cas for a period of time, for example. His actions were an extension of what Kyurem wanted.
Angels often work in pairs, particularly those at higher levels. For instance, the Eagle and the Hummingbird can often be found together. A pair may be together for companionship or because they work well together or because they balance each other out, but really they may just be together because they just are.
An angel is always born a human. They discover they are an angel if someone tells them, or if they find out somehow by themselves. They then develop their wings, which are always about 20m in length in order for the angels to fly. In rare cases, an angel has developed hollow bones like a bird, so the wings may be significantly smaller. High level angels may be able to shrink and expand their wings at will for easier movement, though this is not restricted to just that level. Any angel can do it with enough practice.
Their wings are obviously extra appendages, and with this comes their own body language. An angel can have an entire conversation just from looking at the positioning of feathers and wings. Some of the most basic are:
• Folded back, hanging down a little – Relaxed
• Folded back, lifted to head height – Can mean intrigue or surprise, sometimes a sense of awkwardness.
• Suddenly unfurled – Can mean surprise and in some cases, anger.
• Raised and open, held up above head – A threat, meaning ‘get away from me or I will attack’
• Held up high as if about to take up, body low, almost crouching – A signal to fight, can be demanding respect from an angel of lower rank in a more formal setting. (in any other setting, one wing will be half opened and raised, showing the inside of the wing as a warning to the lower ranked angel)
• Half open in a ‘guarded’ position – Can represent fear but also a readiness to fight, particularly if the primary feathers appear to be splayed.
• Folded, pulled tightly into body – A signal of submission to make themselves look smaller.
• Folded, but in a ‘guarded’ position – A minor threat or warning, though some angels naturally hold their wings like this for any number of reasons.
• Opened behind them, trailing on the floor – Exhaustion or, if half opened, exasperation. Can also mean that the angel is completely comfortable where they are.
• Wings curled around like a cocoon – The angel feels threatened or is simply seeking comfort if no one else is around. Highly ambiguous. Can also just be protection from anything, a ‘closing off’ from the world.
An angel takes great pride in the appearance of their wings, and they will often be groomed either by themselves or by a close family member, friend, or significant other. This is a sign of respect towards the angel being groomed and also counts as a bonding session. If no one is around an angel will pick at their feathers for hours until the job is done.
The reason for this is believed to be because their wings are where they get all of their ‘angelic’ powers from. Without them, the angel’s powers are completely disabled until their wings grow back. Repetitive removal means the wings will grow back faster each time.
One thing to note about angels is that there is no set behaviour for any one angel. Just as every person is different, so is every angel. Consider them a person, with a couple extra powers and wings. The same goes for why an angel may be motivated to do something. At least a heaped handful of them will follow whatever achieves their goals, though MOST have a good sense of morality. This varies a lot though.
Should an angel get to the point where their behaviour has gone too far and they must be killed or controlled, then their wings should be removed and then they can be killed and/or be manipulated as easily as a normal person. If their wings cannot be removed, then a rare ‘angel blade’, made of currently unknown metals and materials, should weaken the angel at least enough so that they can be dealt with.
All angels share a set amount of powers. Every single one is telepathic and every one is capable of mind control, as well as having the ability to read minds. They have superb eyesight and on top of this, incredible tracking abilities (where the path a person has taken is seen as a….whats it called the heat image with the different colours).They all also have a superhuman kind of stnrength, with some being able to lift a car as easily as if it were a feather. (This is random as to who can do what and fits no particular pattern. There have been reports of 80 year old angels lifting buses before this was properly researched) They are all able to teleport anywhere at any time as well. Most (it is unknown if all of them possess this ability) are telekinetic and are able to affect anything very small to very large, and this power can be abused easily. (A popular injury given among high level angels is to manipulate the blood vessels inside a person, stopping blood flow to a certain part of the body.
When a person discovers they are an angel, one of two things can happen. If they are over the age of between 20-25, then they will stay at one of those ages forever and appear not to age. If they are found before this range, then they will continue growing and aging until they do stop aging.
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streetiebelle
Pokémon Trainer
preteen angst is forever
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Post by streetiebelle on Dec 14, 2014 13:07:43 GMT -5
zombi cats has been stuck in my head since i reminded myself of it
here it is since im struggling with ragnar and co. atm.
1452 words??? ish???
continues from straight after the first thing i wrote about this where hazewhisker goes to his grave
'Finding Brother'
The light brown tabby looked around, eyes narrowed and lips drawn back in a snarl. His brother’s body was somewhere close by, he was sure of it.
He lowered his head to sniff around the grave, looking for any scents that may indicate where the cat had gotten to. Or rather, who had taken his body. Cats didn’t rise from the dead after all. That was a story to scare the kits on dark, stormy nights.
Hazewhisker let himself relax as he stepped tentatively down into the hole, practically burying his face in the dense soil as he searched desperately for a scent. Still, he found nothing aside from a stray worm burrowing out of the ground.
Craning his neck, he looked out of the grave and around himself once more. Raindrops were starting to drip from the leaves high above. One fell on to his head and he jumped in surprise, causing his already swinging tail to thrash even more.
“The crows can’t have eaten him. This was covered when I checked a few sunrises ago…” he muttered to himself, pulling himself out of the grave and shaking his light tabby fur free of grit and mud.
He padded away from the grave once more as the rain picked up and streaked his already brown pelt with more mud. The brown and white tabby sighed. He hated clearing mud off his fur on the best of days, and the dark grey clouds above only suggested that this would turn into a storm.
The thought of his brother having disappeared continued to plague his mind as he trekked back to camp. What if some cat dug him out and dragged his body over to the pile where the vultures nested? It would be disrespectful, but if it could be hidden from the Elders, then a cat may get away with it. Or what if it was a fox or a dog? No it could never have been, there were no scents left behind beside the stale and musty scent of the body.
Hazewhisker pondered all the possibilities as the forest swayed and dripped around him. Around this time, the trees left the forest a muddy dark green colour, mixed with other paler greens and occasionally pale daisy yellows when the sun filtered through in summer. It was pleasant, but few would call it homely or cosy. The cats that lived in the camp made it just that bit more lively and colourful.
Now, only a few remained. Hazewhisker counted the cats off in his head.
Their leader, Creekstar, had died beside their deputy, Darktail. The medicine cat, Featherflight, was still alive but her apprentice, Brightpaw, was not. Of the warriors, only Flameberry, Windstep, Torncloud and himself remained. Tawnybrook was the only queen left and was expecting kits within the next moon. Her mate, Willowfur, had died two moons ago with Smokefang. There were no apprentices or kits left alive. Hawkswoop was the only elder, but even he was becoming frail and weak. Soon he would join the Elders.
There was never a new leader or deputy appointed, because nobody felt it was necessary.
Featherflight was teaching every cat left about herbs and how to use them, so if she died then there wouldn’t even be a medicine cat. Hazewhisker realized then that they may not even be a Clan, just a group of cats struggling to survive in the face of a grave illness.
Oddly, he felt calmed slightly by this. His Clan could still survive, and the list helped to bring him back to reality when everything seemed lost.
He stopped for a moment, looking up and taking in the thick canopy of leaves. He was still fo a few moments, before a rustling in the ferns nearby made him jump once again, setting his tail swishing again. His fur was fluffed up in shock and his eyes were narrowed to thin slits.
After he had collected himself, he crept slowly towards the ferns, expecting to catch a mouse or a thrush. The Clan would be grateful for the prey, especially now that it seemed to be dying off along with the warriors.
The ferns rustled again and he lowered himself into a crouch, ready to leap out and catch whatever was hiding beneath the bush.
What came from them was unexpected.
A dark grey cat emerged from the patch, his small rounded paws tipped with black. His wiry tail was missing the end, so that it stuck straight up in the air and stopped abruptly.
Hazewhisker froze, not even daring to breathe. He moved his gaze further up the small, but broad shoulder cat before him. It was eerie how it moved, lifting its paws up high above the plants to circle around.
Even worse was its pelt. It was muddy and matted in several places, and the fur was all but gone in others. Gaping wounds where visible on both sides, leaving its innards and bones visible. Most notable was how its chest had seemingly rotted away, exposing its ribcage and lungs.
The lungs were not moving.
As Hazewhisker backed away in horror, he drew his eyes up to look at the cat’s face. Gain, it was rotted on one side, with the stark off white bone exposed on one side, discoloured by dirt. One fang was visible, protruding from its jaw and part way up its muzzle. And its eyes, a striking yellow, but the pupils two different sizes. One side was round and as wide as the moon, but the other was pulled into a pinprick, barely visible.
Then it hit Hazewhisker.
It was Mistfur.
Mistfur had risen from the dead.
The light brown tabby recoiled, snapping a twig under his paws. The corpse swung its head around to him and Hazewhisker froze in fear.
It was looking at him. It was looking at him and he didn’t know what to do and what if it ate him or killed him or oh Elder above help him!
Mistfur regarded him for a few moments, turning in a circle to face him with those same odd high steps. It stared at him for what seemed like hours, and then pounced.
Hazewhisker yowled in terror, extending his claws as he went to swipe the monster.
He stopped short when he heard purring.
Mistfur was purring, rubbing his head around Hazewhisker’s and covering his muzzle and shoulders with frantic licks that reminded him of being back in the nursery. His brother’s paws skidded out from under him and he plopped down on the floor, still nuzzling Hazewhisker like catnip.
He was astounded. This was not his brother. But here h was, acting as if they had been reunited after seasons apart. He tried to speak and only a hoarse mew came out. His tail twitched again, resuming is usual sweeping motion.
Eventually, he batted his brother away, and the smoky cat sat back and smiled at him, still saying nothing.
“I…I thought you were dead?!” Hazewhisker burst out suddenly, unsure of what else to exclaim.
Mistfur tilted his head to one side, as if not understanding. Then, he parted his jaws and simply made a cheery ‘murrr’ noise, still with the grin fixed on his face.
Hazewhisker blinked. Was this a joke?
Mistfur made the noise again. The light tabby had no idea what he was trying to say.
“I can’t understand you.” Hazewhisker pointed out, and the smoky cat visibly deflated. The smile fell from his face and was replaced with a crushed expression, ruined only by the sharp fang poking out from his jaw.
The two stared at each other for a while, Mistfur looking upset the entire time.
Hazewisker was trying to find a way to deal with all this.
Mistfur was alive. He had simply woken up and hopped out of his grave after being dead for nearly two moons. That was not normal. That only happened in stories.
But here he was, in the flesh.
Well, mostly, anyway.
He could never take him back to the Clan. Who knew what they would do? It was becoming his only option though; he couldn’t just leave his brother out here in the cold and the rain, whatever condition he was in.
He sighed, causing his brother to bounce up and sit next to him.
This was not the fearless warrior that led his Clan to their new home and built the camp from the ground up.
This was an innocent kit in the body of some cat much older.
“Come on. I’m taking you home.” Hazewhisker decided, pulling his brother up by his scruff, purring softly as he chirped and squeaked all the way back to camp.
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Post by streetiebelle on Jan 3, 2015 15:36:24 GMT -5
okay this was written because we finally got to rp it and i needed that rp to write this
im BAWLING this one is my fave one tbh. its the longest one ive written so far and gosh i just love it so much.
tw: excessive descrips of gore, blood, sad feelings
7 pages, 2908 words
'JANUARY 2/Begin Again'
Assortedstar shivered, fluffing his fur up against the biting cold.
He gazed worriedly up at the dark, rolling clouds above. They didn’t look to him like the kind a storm would come from, but still appeared threatening and imposing. The sun was invisible now, covered by the same dark grey-blue clouds that turned the usually pure snow seem grey.
Cas had brought him here only moments ago. He had raced into camp with a joyful light in his eyes, insisting that Assortedstar come and see what was happening.
The black tom protested for a few minutes at this. He had wanted to stay in with Burnedheart. His kits would come within the next moon, and he wanted to be there to support her every step of the way.
The man had continued insisting, practically bouncing around with the energy of a kit. Reluctantly, he had agreed to see what the angel was so excited about.
He didn’t understand when Cas out him down on a heap of snow and said to ‘just watch’. He was watching. A way in front of him was the ship he had stolen years ago, and accidentally crashed into the ice around the same time. It was totally silent though. Nothing stirred.
He fidgeted uncomfortably. He wanted to go back to camp, but promised that he would humour Cas for a least a few minutes.
Slowly, he focused in on the distant scene.
He could see Cas standing on the ship, his coat billowing in the wind. His full wings were gone, but stubby, bloody stumps were starting to protrude from his back again. Opposite him, was Partystar and a woman he didn’t know. She looked a little like Hersheytail, Assortedstar thought. Both of them were tied to chairs, and the black tom purred with laughter as he watched his brother attempt to escape and then fall with a loud thud and scrape of metal on to his side.
Just behind them, was Hersheytail herself. Or so he guessed.
Cas had mentioned once that something had happened to her that, in his opinion, had changed her appearance drastically. Assortedstar could still see the resemblance, but he wasn’t wrong. He wouldn’t have recognised her for a few seconds if they had been introduced to each other again. Of course, he still didn’t know what had happened to cause this. He reminded himself to find out soon.
As she pulled Partystar up from the floor and freed them both from whatever was keeping them tied to the chairs, the black tabby’s eyes widened as he watched Cas pull out two swords. One was worn down with use, more dull than shining, while the other was near immaculate. He had no idea where he was hiding them. He had never even known the Cas was one for sword fighting.
Confusion passed around the three. A brief exchange occurred, and Assortedstar continued to stare unblinking, as the older woman took the sword.
She turned it in her hand once or twice, looked at Cas, and then ran him through with the blade. Blood sprayed out from the angel, who then teleported behind her and repeated the action. The flow of blood was soon stopped from her though. Assortedstar was confused for a few moments, before he remembered about his daughter’s healing power. It had saved his life many times before now.
His stomach dropped as he watched her behead Cas. His head dropped from his neck and rolled down the ship, while fountains of blood flew from his neck and showered the trio. They looked between each other, but Assortedstar couldn’t read their faces.
This wasn’t what he thought he was going to see. He felt uncomfortable and out of place, and desperately wanted to leave. This wasn’t a fight he should be watching. Why was everyone trying to kill each other? What had happened to cause this?
Cas couldn’t be killed. He had said that hundreds of times before now. The black tom began to shake in fear of losing him. Had he ever been beheaded before now? What if that was a specific way to kill an angel?
A minute later, he reappeared. The dull sword was back in his hand. All Assortedstar could do was watch in horror as they continued to slice and cut at each other, blood spraying from all directions and making the floor beneath them slick and icy.
At one point, Assortedstar marvelled at how effortlessly he dealt with Hersheytail while fighting the woman, simply throwing her far into the ocean while exchanging blows with his enemy. Steel crashed against steel and rang out into the mostly silent air.
Suddenly, the scene clicked into place with what he knew Cas wanted to do. Clearly he had kidnapped both Partystar and the other woman, and forced his human self and Hersheytail to search for them. The leader felt comforted by the fact that half of his plan seemed to have failed, as both seem a little worse for wear, but not injured or weakened in any way. This would be fine for now.
Assortedstar began to watch with a more blank expression. This wasn’t a fight. It was a battle of who can think of the most creative ways to kill and maim each other, and neither side was winning.
As they fought, Assortedstar was drawn more to Partystar’s slow escape. The ship was at an angle, and he was trying to escape as quietly and as carefully as possible. The leader became puzzled by this. Why wasn’t he helping? So far all he had done was stand by and watch the fight. Usually he would have been joining in himself, ripping Cas to shreds with one of his own blades.
He slid away from the battle, only stopping when a sickeningly loud creaking noise rolled from the ship as it tilted further on to one side. Sheets of ice fell from the sides with a crash that sounded like thunder, crushing the icebergs that had formed underneath and locked the vessel in place.
Partystar broke in to a run, jumping over the side and landing heavily on the deep snow.
The cat found this odd too. Usually, he would have taken care to make sure that he couldn’t be found or tracked after doing something like that, and that meant that he would try to land as lightly and carefully as possible. It would allow him to escape without anyone following him or hearing him go, thus leading to more trouble.
Assortedstar swiftly buried himself into the drift he was sat on as Partystar briefly took in his surroundings, praying that his black fur wasn’t too visible in the sea of white. To his relief, his brother turned on his heel and sprinted away in the other direction, seeming as if he hadn’t seen anything at all.
Meanwhile, Cas was still being killed and returning every two minutes. He really was telling the truth about being invincible, Assortedstar remembered.
The black tom observed him like an awestruck kit. He began to retreat calmly, showing no signs of slipping on the blood stained, uneven ground. And then suddenly, both Hersheytail and the other woman were frozen solid. One second they were moving, the next immortalised in thick blocks of white ice.
The ship gave another hefty groan, and tilted once again, this time sending even Cas flying heavily into the barrier on the far side. Seconds later, he realized that Hersheytail had melted the ice and sent the other woman away.
Assortedstar felt an even colder, more primal fear grip him as the angel slowly turned on his daughter, a vicious glint in his eyes. He wanted to dart between them and scream at Cas, bring him back to his senses. He would never kill his own daughter in front of him, surely?!
A rush of hope went through him as he watched his daughter defend herself. She unleashed all kinds of hell upon him, the only visible traces being how Cas winced and flinched.
And then the hope was gone as he threw himself at her, impaling her through on a frozen antenna that had fallen. He froze her in place and appeared to be muttering something to her. A threat, perhaps?
She broke free and began to slice at him wildly, while the man stood and looked like he was pondering deeply. Suddenly, his thoughts seemed to click into place as blood fell from him.
He stepped away, and put Partystar where he originally was.
Assortedstar could only stare silently in shock at the scene before him. Time seemed to slow down as he watched her blade sink into his brother, and as she realized what she had done.
Cas said something to the pair, then jumped off the side of the ship, landing more gracefully than Partystar had previously. He began to walk towards Assortedstar, wiping the sword on his coat as he went. He did not look like a man who had come back from the dead multiple times in the space of about ten minutes. There were no scars left behind, no injuries save for the puncture wounds left in his chest.
Assortedstar gazed at Cas in disbelief. Had everything he just watched happened?
The angel bent down and picked the black tabby up, beginning to scratch behind his ears gently.
“Why did you do that?” Assortedstar asked, feeling numb, despite enjoying the feeling of being petted like this.
“To prove a point. To show them that I cannot be defeated, and that I will always come back to find them. I am the most powerful being here in this Clan, and I do not want them to forget that.” The angel replied darkly.
“Watch as they try to save each other. Or rather, she tries to save him. She has no idea what he’s thinking of doing.”
Assortedstar looked back up at the ship, now almost diagonal. Partystar was mildly poking the stab wound that was pouring blood. It was obvious that Hersehytail had accidentally cut or nicked an artery. It wasn’t the first time the black tom had seen a wound like that.
He closed his eyes as Cas continued to rub his ears, slowly drifting off to sleep now that he was being warmed by Cas’s body. A muffled thud made Assortedstar open his eyes, and he was confused to see that Hersheytail was gone, but Partystar remained.
Partystar looked at the ground for a few seconds, and then stood. Looking around, Assortedstar knew that he had spotted Cas. Had he spotted him too? He had seen too much for one day, he could never tolerate being attacked for betraying his brother’s trust once again.
The dark clouds continued to move as one suffocating sheet overhead, not allowing the sun to peek through.
Assortedstar could only watch as he leant down to pick the dagger up that Hersheytail was using. Was she dead?
He looked blankly at it for several seconds. Assortedstar couldn’t read his expression. Eventually, he turned and this time, vaulted more carefully over the side of the boat, taking care to control his descent down the slippery side.
The black cat closed his eyes again and purred quietly.
But Cas had stopped his petting. Assortedstar could feel an aura of blind fury around him, and he stopped purring, turning to look up at Cas.
The angel looked furious while attempting to hide his displeasure. He stormed over to the ship and teleported to where Hersehytail was last seen.
First, the black tabby looked around him. Blood swamped the ship like a putrid lake, mixing with the lapping waves that were breaking through the far barrier. Remains of spells were on the floor, charred and burned areas, as well as huge shards of ice that had once encased both women.
The cat looked down expecting to see the same, and was horrified by what he saw.
His daughter, dead, only inches away from him.
Assortedstar wanted to vomit when he saw the state of his daughter. Blood pooled around her, coming from several stab and puncture wounds. The cold ocean lapped at her hungrily, wanting to devour her and leave no trace that this fight ever happened.
The black leader almost wished he could do the same with the image he had seen. He battled against himself to not bury his face into Cas’s coat in disgust.
“Tell me, Assortedstar,” Cas broke into his thoughts, his voice quiet. The black tom tensed as he prepared for the inevitable question that the dark winged angel was about to ask.
“How do you feel about this now?”
Assortedstar struggled for an answer. He wanted to leap from Cas’s arms and bury his muzzle into his daughter’s hair, tell her it was all going to be okay, and that he would find a way to bring her back. He didn’t know what happened, whether Partystar had killed her or if she had killed herself, but she wanted to find them and both and tell them it was okay, that it would all turn out fine. He wanted to wail like a kit and forced himself not to shake in fright and unease.
“I…I don’t feel anything.” The black tom replied, putting up the same emotional wall that he had been using for years prior. This didn’t hurt him. This could not hurt him. He had to make sure that Cas saw that he could still be reliable and that he wouldn’t break under this pressure, or his Clan would suffer.
“She isn’t my daughter as long as I am like this.”
Cas hummed in agreement, then gently nudged her further out into the sea.
Assortedstar wanted to cry as he watched her body sink almost as soon as it entered the dark sea. He might never see her again, and he had just said that she means nothing to him. He knew she was dead and would never have known, but he still felt a sick feeling of guilt deep inside of him.
He felt himself being lowered to the floor of the ship, and he looked up at Cas, blinking.
“What is it?”
“Wait here.”
Assortedstar padded forward as he watched the man leap from the ship once again, this time in pursuit of something. He wondered what for a few moments. As good as his sight was, even he couldn’t pick out anything on the icy wastes.
A bitter gale howled around him, and Assortedstar flattened his ears against the cold. This weather was more unpleasant than what he had grown used to.
He squinted as he followed Cas’s path, puzzled as to what he was doing.
And then it was all clear.
Off in the distance was a small speck, only properly visible from the sun emerging with its rays glinting from the blade in the figure’s hand. The person’s black coat began to contrast more and more sharply with the blinding white of the snow.
Partystar.
Assortedstar slid down the ship as it fell to one side, shuddering and crashing through the ice, sending shards flying around him and threatening to blind him as he tumbled along the icy metal.
His eyes widened in terror as he dashed across the thin ice and uneven ground, ploughing through snow drifts higher than his head.
He couldn’t help Hersheytail, but he had to help Partystar.
He had to save him.
He froze as Cas approached him, poised and ready like an apprentice perfecting their hunting crouch. Partystar was oblivious to how close Cas was behind him, how his hand hovered above the hilt of the blade, ready to rip it from his grasp., how his now larger wings half flared out behind him to balance his strike.
Assortedstar mentally willed Partystar to turn around, fight back, do anything to save himself, growing more panicked as the seconds passed. Too late did he realize that he couldn’t sense him. He could only hear those things now if it was from his human self.
Finally, the angel struck. The shining silver blade was torn free, leaving a deep slice in Partystar’s hand as it went. He flung himself around in shock, but was too late.
Cas viciously tore at his throat, sending a small stream of blood up into his face as the rest puddled around him.
He had killed Partystar instantly.
Assortedstar was rooted to the spot, his jaw hanging open in grief and distress. He didn’t watch that happen. It couldn’t have happened.
The angel turned around, both hands dripping crimson red. He shook away the remaining drops and spotted the lanky tabby.
He strode over to him, picking the black tom up. Assortedstar shuddered at how sticky and warm the blood was. It made his fur crawl.
Cas returned back to Partystar’s corpse, forcing Assortedstar to inspect the body.
“And what of this?”
Gradually, it dawned on Assortedstar the mistake he had made.
He did love them both. He did feel a close bond with them. They were a part of his Clan. And now he could never have that back. They would not rise from the dead, and even if they did, he would sooner die and join the Ancestors for good before he admitted how he acted behind their backs.
Assortedstar swallowed hard, pushing down his emotions once again. Now was not the time.
“This is fine.”
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streetiebelle
Pokémon Trainer
preteen angst is forever
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Post by streetiebelle on Jan 5, 2015 11:33:04 GMT -5
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Pokémon Trainer
preteen angst is forever
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Post by streetiebelle on Jan 14, 2015 12:20:03 GMT -5
i found this video and it is literally what a fight between two angels should be, regardless of any power levels or anything.* ALSO green one is totally inspiring me for what light angel person can do...mmm yes honey work that shit (* cas is an outlier and should not be counted in this, as is the life angel. cas because he'll use his ice shit first and stop the fight by freezing the opponent and life angel because she has no elemental power or anything) www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekz-FY_MDGA |
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Post by streetiebelle on Jan 29, 2015 16:48:48 GMT -5
fuuuuuuck THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO WRITE??
anyway this continues liteally right off the end of january 2, so id read from when partystar dies to get in the mood for this depressing shit.
dont be expecting a miracle piece of writing like january 2 this was really hard actually it didnt come easy
tw: brief description of blood/ore but ntohing as bad as what we've seen before
8 pages, 3183 words
'JANUARY 3/Living'
“Good,” the angel hummed, pulling the black tabby closer in to his coat.
Assortedstar’s skin was crawling. He could feel the still warm blood seeping into his fur, leaving matted hand prints behind on his soft pelt.
“Anyway, I need to leave before they return. Come to me if anything happens.”
The black tom looked up at Cas with dead eyes as he lowered him to the ground and disappeared. He stared at the spot where he had been for a few seconds, before turning once again back to his brother’s body.
He continued to stare. This had not happened. It was a dream. He would wake up in his nest any time now, surrounded by his mate, his loyal warriors and his soon to be kits. He had never talked to Cas, never doubted the answers he had been given.
Assortedstar squeezed his eyes shut, praying to the Ancestors that he was right. He would wake up soon. He had to. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening.
When he opened his eyes again, he found standing with his front paws in thick, dark blood.
He shuddered hard and shook out his fur, spraying droplets of blood on to the pristine snow as he fought the urge to vomit.
This was not a dream.
The sun was shining clearly now, but it did not warm him.
He turned his back on the body, and began to stalk away, his paws leaving uniform red spots on the ground. They would be concealed soon enough.
Assortedstar stormed back to the snow drift he had hidden in before, sitting miserably down and letting the snow rise up around him. He could still see the body off in the distance. It was hard to miss the red reflecting like a beacon in the sea of pure white.
He sighed in irritation and sadness and laid his head down in the drift. If only he had howled before Cas had struck, this never would have happened. If he had been faster, if he had chosen to use his powers, he could have avoided this completely. But instead, he had sat there, passive as a
bystander. He had pretended he didn’t care, and look what it got him.
He wanted to cry, but found that he couldn’t. He knew cats couldn’t cry anyway, but he thought that he might feel some despair. And he did, but he could not manifest it physically. All he could do was wallow in the snow as the sun beat down on him as if he had something to be happy about.
Partystar had described it once as being emotionally dead.
He hated Cas. He thought there was something between them, a fragile friendship built on mutual
respect. He had seen what was truly lurking inside the angel now, how he smiled as he ripped the knife out from Partystar’s hand and near severed his head, how he seemed to relish the feeling of hot blood spraying over his face and his battered trench coat.
He wanted to go and sit with Partystar’s body and tell him everything that he had done and aid to Cas, and everything he had been told in return. He wouldn’t know either way, so there was no harm done. Was there?
But what if the angel did find out? What would he do? Would he do the same to Assortedstar? Pick him up in the same patient, loving way that he did so often, then grasp him viciously and snap his-
No. The sick feeling came over Assortedstar again, and he sat, gasping as he tried to push the image out of his head.
That would never happen. Cas wasn’t that bad.
He remained there for several minutes, only focusing back to reality as he heard voices a little way away.
Assortedstar narrowed his eyes and glared to where the body was again.
Another angel was stooped over him, pitch black wings mantled over the corpse like prey. He didn’t recognise the angel, but he knew the woman beside him. She had fought against Cas.
He glanced back again at the angel, and felt some immense power rise off him. He could imagine his wings swathed in fire, eyes burning fiercely as he set the land aflame and left none behind.
Assortedstar blinked, and the feeling was gone, yet it sent a chill down his spine.
It dawned on the tabby that the angel must be the Creator of Light.
Assortedstar shuffled further into the drift as he watched the two try to heal his brother. He didn’t know what they thought they were doing; Partystar had mentioned that if he died any time soon he wanted to stay dead. It was a known fact that he didn’t want to be living, exactly. Assortedstar had simply nodded his head at the time, unsure quite what to say other than something like, ‘Tell me when you plan on dying so I can prepare myself.’
Partystar jerked awake at one point, but was pinned down by the angel and the woman as they worked like frantic medics to heal him. The black tabby grimaced as he thought about the backlash from bringing his brother back to life.
This could not be real. Partystar was dead. And here he was, pushing the angel away and looking around as he asked the two a question. The two pointed at the boat, now completely tilted to one side.
Partystar got up, dripping blood off his coat as he made his way to the bow of the ship. With a purr of amusement, Assortedstar thought he looked like a weary king looking out over his kingdom.
Suddenly, the three were on top of the ship, standing close together as they debated between them. After a few heartbeats, Assortedstar watched as Partystar slid off the opposite side of the ship into the ocean and disappeared completely. Seconds later, he came back, clawing his way up the ship again as the woman and the angel laughed at him, then sighed heavily.
The black tom crept closer to them, skittering up the side of the ship to shelter in a doorway. He was still a fair distance away from the group, but he could see more clearly what they were doing now.
Partystar walked off into the sea again, and Assortedstar found himself feeling the same chill up his spine again. It always worried him when Partystar just went off into any body of water without bothering to check what could happen.
The black tom was tense for another minute before Partystar reappeared, asking after a torch. The tom turned his head to one side in thought. Why would he need a torch? It was bright enough that he should be able to see clearly where ever he was, particularly as there was little ice floating around the ship.
And then disappeared again, off into the glittering blue ocean.
Assortedstar kept his eyes fixed on the sea. The angel and the woman made light conversation while they waited. They set up a fire while the Eagle grumbled, muttering something about Hersheytail and how cold it was here, and why couldn’t they move Cas to somewhere warmer so he had the potential to suffer more.
Cas said that not every angel wanted to see people suffer, but Assortedstar was beginning to doubt that.
Minutes passed like hours while they waited.
Eventually, Partystar returned, seemingly unfazed by the freezing water as he strode over to the two and deliberately angled himself as to drip on to the angel.
While he talked with the woman, Assortedstar realized that the blood hadn’t washed away from his coat, which was now hanging off him heavily. The black tabby wondered why he hadn’t taken it off. It wouldn’t do him any favours.
A couple of minutes later, Partystar went off again, and this time the ship protested and groaned as it shifted in the water. The angel clung to the bloodied antenna with a mildly terrified look on his face.
Assortedstar would have found it funnier if he wasn’t also struggling to stay in one place.
Five more minutes passed and the ship eventually came to rest.
And Partystar returned, although much slower than before. He was carrying something.
Assortedstar wracked his brain, struggling to think of what went down with the ship. It was empty when he left it years ago, so unless Cas had been storing something in the lower decks then there
would be nothing to find.
The sun bounced off of the soft waves, and Assortedstar squinted out of the doorway to see what he had.
As Partystar turned and began to drag the thing out the water, Assortedstar felt his heart stop and his breath catch in his throat.
He had found Hersheytail.
Assortedstar clamped his jaws shut and forced himself to stay rooted to the spot. The three were oblivious to him here, and showing himself would only lead to more questions than he wanted to answer.
The woman asked the angel something as Partystar took off his coat and shook it out, although it did little for how wet he would be.
The angel knelt down beside his daughter and began to do something, a soft light shining from one hand. A few moments passed and he shook his head. Assortedstar didn’t hear what he said, only saw that the Dove appeared seconds later and continued his work for a few seconds more before stepping away.
He forced his eyes away from his daughter’s body and focused in on their conversation.
“Should we leave her?”
“Do you think she’ll be safe on her own?”
“I don’t see why not? We can always find her later if we come back and she isn’t here.”
“And if Cas goes after her again?”
“He won’t. Trust me.”
The woman nodded and the three were gone, leaving only Hersheytail behind.
Slowly, the tom rose and padded up to the ship again. He kept a careful hold on the antennas and boxes, using them as his path, his claws taking hold and scraping against the harsh grey metal.
He nosed his way towards his daughter and sat next to her silently, flicking his long tail around his paws. There was no use in trying to wake her up, he knew that. He would simply have to wait.
Fluffy clouds rolled overhead, casting patches of shadow down on the shining ship, covering Assortedstar. Once again, he shivered and fluffed his fur up, narrowing his eyes against the glare of the snow.
For a few moments, he ran through the events of a few minutes ago in his head.
His daughter had been killed, but she was going to live again. His brother had been killed, but he had been revived and helped to find his daughter. The black winged angel and what he could only assume was the Dove had helped to revive his daughter. Or so he thought. There was no way to know from where he was hidden.
He lost himself in his thoughts for a while, until a soft moaning made him jump and prick his ears.
Hersheytail was alive.
He broke into a loud purr and paraded around, rubbing his head all around her, covering her with his scent, licking her as rigorously as any mother would do to her own kits. Pure joy enveloped him as she woke and tried to grab at him, gently and roughly all at the same time.
Carefully, he made his way on to her lap as she hugged him. Assortedstar could feel her shivering violently, and for once he didn’t mind the feeling of the cold clinging to him as well.
For what felt like hours he sat as she petted his ears, too happy to think about anything else but this moment. Feelings of overwhelming love swept over him and he purred louder and began to knead like a kit.
As he leant against his daughter, a thought finally popped into his head.
She did not know him.
All she would know was that a big black cat was sat next to her when she woke up and that it was friendly. She did not know that this cat was her father and how much he loved her.
Pain stabbed him in his heart and his purring ceased for a second. She also must not know that he can talk.
He turned slightly and looked up at her.
Her eyes were full of love, a sense of constant fear and uncertainty hidden behind them. She had just risen from the dead so he supposed it was to be expected.
Assortedstar lowered his head and closed his eyes, starting to purr again. Perhaps he would not talk to her. It would be too much of a shock to reveal what he really was. For now, he would remain as placid as a house cat.
He also realized that he could never keep her here. She would freeze to death. He thought for a few seconds, his tail swishing back and forth.
He would take her home.
After a few more minutes, he hopped out of her lap. Carefully, he crept over to the edge of the ship where the frozen railing was. He turned and meowed, waiting for the recognition to come into her eyes.
He waited a few seconds more, but the light did not come. He meowed again and lifted a paw to point at the distance. At this, she understood, and slowly stood, still shivering.
He skidded down the ship again, waiting at the bottom for Hersheytail to shakily follow him. He wanted to run back up to her and take her hand, guide her down safely so she wouldn’t hurt herself and became frustrated when he found again, that he could never do that now. The other him got to do that now.
Cas had told him all about their time together. It made him angry. He was her father, and there was someone pretending to be him pretending to be her father instead. And she had no idea.
Over time, he had found himself hating his human self. Now that he had seen Hersheytail again, he wanted to protect her with his life, just like he was doing with his meetings with Cas. No one would come near her, she would be his. She could ‘grow up’ again as part of the Clan.
But he knew it was wrong. He knew that it wasn’t truly his place. And then he became miserable once again.
As she landed beside him, hunched over a little, he cast a sympathetic look at her and meowed again, then set off at a brisk trot.
He couldn’t steal her away like that, it would be wrong. He knew she wouldn’t be completely happy away from Partystar and the others. She could never adjust completely to Clan life like he had. She needed the interaction, and he didn’t completely.
He would keep her there for a day or two, make sure she was okay, and then send her back to Partystar. He knew her better, Assortedstar thought sadly.
Occasionally he would double back on his trot and wind through and around her legs, almost tripping her up several times. The black tom then turned forward again, trekking across the icy wastes.
Hours later, when the sun hung lazily in the sky with the fluffy clouds, the two reached the edge of the territory. The leader welcomed the smell of sugar carried on the breeze.
He turned around and sat, waiting for Hersheytail to catch up before he went further.
Concern washed over him as she came closer. She looked exhausted, and it was a ten mile walk back to the camp, eight with some shortcuts. He blinked at her, and she gave him a weary, confused look as she glanced at the candy cane trees and the five inch deep snow.
He mewed softly, and then continued in to the forest, taking the most direct path through the tall trees. Behind him, he could feel Hersheytail gazing around them, seeming to wonder if she was hallucinating.
Hours later, they finally reached the camp.
Assortedstar perked up and sped up his pace as he hurried back to the cave. Nobody was waiting for him, but he knew that they often never knew where he had gone. The dens were silent and still, his Clanmates already asleep.
He dashed into camp and dragged his own doughnut bed to one side, watching as his daughter staggered into the safety of the open cave.
She looked around incredulously, swaying from exhaustion.
Assortedstar placed a paw on his bed and meowed loudly, catching her attention. Her bleary gaze looked at him and the bed. The black tabby could see the anger in her eyes mixed in with puzzlement.
Again, he meowed and patted the doughnut. He purred in sympathy and his daughter rolled her eyes and sat heavily down on it, sending sprinkles to scatter on the icy floor.
He continued to purr and took a quick glance at the prey heap. A raspberry gummy worm lay splayed across the top of the pile, almost inviting him to take it.
He looked back at Hersheytail and noticed that she had not eaten for hours, and slowly he dragged the gummy worm over to her and left it carefully balanced on her lap.
The black tabby looked expectantly at her daughter and the worm.
“….Fucking shit that’s a bigass worm.”
He snorted, meowing to hide his laughter. He reached a paw up to the worm and patted it again, repeating the same charade.
Hersheytail looked between the worm and Assortedstar, now unsure of what to do.
He felt exasperated as she tentatively pet him instead of realizing she should eat the worm.
The black tom prodded the worm again, now fixing his daughter with a stare of urgency. He knew she needed to eat before she collapsed on him altogether.
He kept poking the worm, growing impatient as all his daughter did was pet him. Why didn’t she understand? He had done this a few times now, why didn’t she see what he wanted her to do?
“What the fuck do you want me to do?” she cried, and Assortedstar finally snapped.
“I want you to eat!”
His heart stopped. He had just spoken to her.
He meowed again, blinking at her innocently.
Green eyes met ice blue, and she blinked slowly.
“….You did not just fucking talk.”
Assortedstar nodded as if he understood Of course he didn’t talk. Cats did not talk.
He didn’t catch what she muttered herself, placing her head in her hands. Instead, he mewed in sympathy and patted the red worm again.
He snarled in agitation as she simply looked at him. Why wouldn’t she eat? Surely she was hungry? She would starve!
Assortedstar huffed as he climbed on to her lap, draping himself lengthways like a living throw blanket.
If she didn’t eat, he would force it down her himself.
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streetiebelle
Pokémon Trainer
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Post by streetiebelle on Feb 8, 2015 13:25:32 GMT -5
heres the start, will edit as we go along
(the species mentioned in this guide will be referred to as Demons, until it is able to be edited with their true name)
Demons are a subspecies of angel. While they are a subspecies, angels and demons are bitter enemies and will kill each other on sight.
Angels tend to be based from birds, possessing wings and sharp eyesight. For demons, however, they are based from any animal, fish or lizard, though this rarely ever manifests itself physically, i.e., ears, tail scales, etc. Features such as this are considered mutations, and because of their rarity only a handful of demons fall into this category. This can affect their social standing. Instead, a demon will manifest its ‘animal’ in the clothes it chooses to wear and in some ways, behaviour.
A demon chooses when to use its powers, much like an angel. The only signal that a demon is going to blow the fuck up though is that part of them may start to ‘glow’ and one or both eyes will change colour. Most change to a burning orange, but there is variation. (see below for example)
Demons do possess a high amount of power, but it does pale in comparison to most angels. Only about five demons have a real threat to an angel, or even humanity itself. Due to this, demons which have similar animals will often travel in groups as there is more strength to be found in a pack.
As they are a subspecies, they too hold elemental powers, although they lean more towards the more abstract elements. One example is the Wolf, who has mastery over void elements and can create small, explosive galaxies to use against their enemy. Most demons only have enough power to defend themselves against angels.
Some have absolutely no powers. They are left with only their natural ability. This was the case of one of the top five many years ago, the Viper.
If an angel and demon should meet and there is no escape for either, they will fight until one, or both of them are dead. These fights often end up being reported as murders on the news. Angel and demon fights make up about 40% of all reported murders
Due to their constant evasion of angels, many demons are incredibly fast runners and climbers. Outside of the five most powerful, they would rather run away than fight anything.
As their skills lie in this, many demons take more ‘shady’ jobs, such as assassins, thieves and hitmen. One of the most notorious assassins is the Leopard. It is unknown why they are not in the top five.
On the topic of the ‘top five’ as they will be referred to from here, they are the physical embodiment of sitting outside a nightclub with the sinking feeling that you’re about to be murdered to the muffled sound of a dance song. Interestingly, four of the five are female. On top of this, one of them does not yet know they are a demon, which we have found from anonymous sources.
First in the five is the Wolf, a young man in his (supposedly) mid-twenties, who can be instantly recognized from the fur hooded coat he wears. The other four are the Lion, he Tiger, the Dragon (not a real dragon, a komodo dragon) and the Bear. Two of these four are currently missing.
Anyone can move in and out of the top five, but they must be defeated in battle to take their place.
This must be one through a demon’s legitimate skill in fighting, as their elemental powers will remain the same all their lives. If say, a demon controls water but is only able to make a tiny little wave, they will only be able to do that their entire life. They cannot learn or even discover new abilities in the way a high power angel can. It has only been heard of once for a demon to learn a new power or element.
The leader of the demons is therefore the Wolf, as he is at the top of the metaphorical food chain. However, demons govern themselves in their own groups or packs, only ever escalating to the olf if it is deemed necessary.
The social hierarchy of demons is very similar to that of angels. However, a more powerful demon will typically only associate with demons of a similar power to them, and vice versa for the weaker demons. The only time they would come together is if there happens to be a powerful demon in their pack, who would automatically become the leader. They do not have to fight like the top five do to get their place.
A demon is and isn’t born human. Like an angel, the potential to become a demon is in them from birth, but this does not make them entirely human from birth like an angel is. A demon that is not yet changed therefore has heightened senses, and will probably be the champion of the track team in school.
A demon will know that something is different up to five years before they change. When they do change, it is not a gradual process like an angel’s is. They are given all their abilities, given the animal they are based off and left to fend for themselves. As a result, many die within the first year of changing due to not realizing the danger they are in if they cannot find the safety of a group.
Essentially, this relationship with angels is the same as predator and prey.
In short, you do not want to be a demon.
Demons exist solely to balance out the existence of angels. They control each other’s populations, without them both sides would likely go to war and wipe each other out, and the planet with it.
On this point, the main goal of the demons is to wipe out all angels and to take over the world in order to rebuild it how they want, with the demons now the most powerful.
The one benefit to being a demon comes from their animal. Using the Wolf as an example again, they have the ability to understand what wolves ‘tell’ them, through a telepathic link. Some demons can control the animal they are connected to.
This ability has been seen in angels, notably the Lord of Wolves, bringing up the debate of whether some angels or demons possess the powers of both species.
On top of this, for many demons, their senses are heightened to the point of being equal to an angel, which allows them to escape before an angel catches them or even comes with a twenty mile radius of them.
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