silence.

[Deadclaw]

The castle was silent, void of any sort of noise. There were no sounds of fighting cats, like normally. There were no sounds of softly falling pawsteps down onto the stone that made up the massive building. This was unusual, for you could normally hear the sounds of cats talking, moving. The sounds of mice and rats moving around could not be heard either; everything was completely and utterly silent. The moon was bright overhead, so bright that the stars around it appeared to be dimmed from its awesome glory. Luna's lovely visage was almost full, with just a sliver of the left side of her countenance missing. Still, she glowed in her perfection, mistress of the nightly sky.

The cat was sitting on his haunches, his black tail placed very carefully over his paws. The tom was on top of one of the turrets, looking up at the sky from his tall perch. The ground felt a million miles away and the sleek tomcat felt more important than ever. One single ear was twisted around behind him, keeping a listen should another cat try to come up behind him; the other was twisted sharply forward to that he could hear what was going on down there. His eyes - a cruel looking icy blue - were locked onto the face of the moon, the intense stare frightening. It was as though the feline was trying to stare down the moon; perhaps hoping to make her fall to earth and prove himself the worthy one.

The tomcat lifted his sleek, massive body, turning and leaping down onto the spire. The hard stone beneath his pad's felt strange, but he liked it. This was his home, he had lived here his entire life. Black body turned and walked over to the wall, forepaws reaching up so that he could look over the side. Silken black lip curled, a long white fang showing vividly against his black fur. The Rebellion lands could be seen from here; how he hated them. They had killed his father, taken away his only mentor and had left him alone after his mother's death. A snarl rumbled in his throat, low, dangerous, filled with a hate that he felt to the very depth of his soul. He would rather die than see the Rebels take over the land. The fact that the current leader wasnt doing anything about them brought forth a fury in the young cat. He wanted to fight, to kill.

His icy gaze then moved over the massive lands that stood around the citadel; the massive grove occupied much of the land. It was so large and dense that not even his cuttingly cruel eyes could slice through its depths to penetrate into the blackness of it. The trees were a slate-grey hue in the mixture of darkness and moonlight, a lovely hue that on any other day and on any other cat, might make them smile and relax; Deadclaw's lips twisted into a feral snarl that threatened to wrench out of his throat and come clawing out like a rat from a cage. The soft babble of the creek far in the distance was the only noise that he could hear, so silent was the massive castle upon which he stood. The crater could not be seen from here, but he knew it was there; frightening, large, so big that many cats feared going into it because the idea of getting lost in it scared them.

He dropped down from where he had been looking over the edge, retreating into one of the more shadowed corners of the spire that he was on. The tom's jetted black coat blended in well with the shadows, and as he allowed his black lids to fall over the two ice blue gems he called eyes, he became utterly invisible. His black claws - stained red with blood - slid out to scrape against the stone, a soft dangerous sound that would raise the hair on the back of anyone's necks when they heard it. He was like a dark wraith, sitting there waiting for someone or something to come into view. Perhaps he would get a chance to kill the current leader; oh, how he hoped so. But it was unlikely; the cat never came out from where he lived to see how his troops were doing.

Word Count: 734
Character: Deadclaw
Notes: First post, yay! Open to replies.

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Rushfire

A yellow-green gaze glowed from the darkness, with a longing up jump up. They kepy bouncing up and down, as if bracing themselves to jump, but never did. After that, they looked to the side, and then farther until they disappeared, no longer illuminated by the moonlight. But, they appeared back almost as soon as they'd left, and were ready to try and jump again.

A short huff escaped a pair of jaws, and a pair of strong legs braced themselves, tightening and ready to spring. Front paws were tingling, ready to unsheath claws if the jump failed. Small ears were pressed down flat with concentration, and the green eyes were focused soley on the ledge that tower high above them. All they wanted to do was make the jump. All of the other cats were fine with this--but he was bigger than other cats, and he'd sometimes fall. When that happened... well, it wasn't very fun.

Finally, in a short jolt of movement, the legs released, sending the whole, dark figure flying into the air with its front paws extending to grab the edge of the ledge. He'd managed to get up onto the ledge, but his back feep slipped accidentally, where they stuck out their claws to try and grip the slippery stone. After some scrabbling, the large cat managed to make it up.

He was a big tomcat, with orange tabby fur that glowed in a strange brownish-silver in the moonlight. Rushfire gazed around at the watchtower, grieving that he'd been stuck on nightguard again. It was never fun, having to watch for intruders that weren't going to come in the dead of night, while everyone else was enjoying sleep. But NOOO, He just had to be assigned nightguard tonight. At least the moon was out, he noted--it was much less enjoyable when there was no moon. Darkness swept over everything and almost completely eliminiated the purpose of the job... since one could barely even see anything.

Drawing in a deep, silent sigh, Rushfire padded across the stone floor, which was suspended so much higher than the rest of the castle. The jump up to it was incredibly long, and difficult--those lucky apprentices couldn't jump it, and thus were never assigned nightguard. A light breeze ruffled the tom's fur, reminding him how high up he was.

Though, he was then introduced to a small flash of light to his left, and his ADD kicked in. Ooh, what's that~? he wondered, completely forgetting about high assignment to go look at it. When he got over to it, it was gone, and then it appeared again a few pawsteps to the left. Confused on how it got there, he went to look at it again, and then another one appeared above him. Reaching up to grab it, the light disappeared again. Beginning to get aggrivated, Rushfire whipped around his head, trying to get the strange lights away from him, and stumbled over a few paces, knocking into the spire that stretched above the deck.

Then he remembered guard duty, and snapped back into realization of what he was supposed to be doing. Of course, then he realized that he'd sort of forgotten which post he was supposed to take. The right one, or the left one? Shaking out his pelt, Rushfire sighed and began to pad around the tower, attempting at remembering where he was supposed to go.

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word count: 569
comments: I'm out of practice XD I missed cat rp, though.

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[Cobalt]

He couldn't have been any more bored. Without any talk of any possible attack plan against the Rebels, life had grown dull for the five moon old kit, and it made him worry that it would possibly mean that he wouldn't be able to train into a warrior like he wanted to be. Shaking the thought out of his head, the silver kit sneaked silently through the quiet stone hallways of the castle, his ice blue eyes glaring at the ground.

Why the stop of plans? Is our leader scared?

He frowned, kicking aside an imaginary stone with his black forepaw, becoming irritated with the thought. A leader shouldn't be scared. Not by his standards. Hissing quietly under his breath and quickening his pace, the tom clenched his fangs, breathing in the crisp cool air, his muscles tensing up. Surely there was a different reason...?

No. There's no excuse for striking down the rebels while they're still grouping their numbers.

His eyes glowering at the distance in front of him, the kit strode down the hallway, seeing no cats, only the shadows. He couldn't do anything about the inactivity, so he might as well put up with it.

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word count; 198
character; Silverkit
comments; ...argh... this is utterly craptastic...

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