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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Sept 16, 2009 14:58:56 GMT -5
Poison was out on yet another escapade. She had gotten strangely good at escaping her father's lair, mainly due to the fact she'd been doing it since birth. She still had the scar on her hind leg to prove it. Guards never took kindly to being evaded...
Her black flank heaved a bit, as she took the usual route. Leave it to poor, stupid Renegade to only cover the cave exits on the ground level. After all, who would expect a she-cat to climb a solid rock wall and out a window?
She grinned slyly, hooking her claws into the tiny holes she had created over moons in prisonment. Poison only dared to exit her room when she knew Renegade was on a mission. Probably out talking to his new favorite pet, the clan kit he called Adder.
You are lucky I have not tired of you yet, my daughter. I could give away this whole territory to Adder and know she would care for it with blood and sacrifice. Consider yourself lucky I don't decide to do just that. Were it not for the fact that my blood runs in your veins, I would not stoop to a low enough level to grant you as my heir.
"Oh for SunClan's sake father, you know that even you fear me. Because I know your secrets. You think to keep my happy by giving me everything, but you are wrong. All I want is freedom..."
Like her father before her, Poison worshipped SunClan. To Renegade, evil was good and good was evil. It was easy for Poison to get a few things wrong in her learning. One day, she would learn of StarClan...But for now, she didn't know anything at all but the darkness of her cave.
Poison crept out of the shelter and out of the tunnels in a single bound, laughing to herself as she looked down on Rhythmntrance and Phsyche, who had yet to notice the absence of their keep. She had made a friend, she liked to think, in her only enemy. Quinn...How interesting this was. Her foot caught hold of a sage brush, and she winced.
Someone had heard her.
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Post by yellow on Sept 16, 2009 17:53:22 GMT -5
A small form of a kit walked towards Poison. Her green eyes looked fearful as she shifted her eyes in every direction. The she-kit's tortiseshell pelt shined in the moonlight. Fear rippled from her. She lay down a few feet away from where Poison was and sniffed, "I shouldn't even be here. Maybe, if I had stayed home, maybe I'd feel safer." Only a single tear dropped from her eyes. "Toph" The name in her mind echoed in her head again. "Toph, wait." Her mind suddenly snapped back into the present. "Toph," She looked up at the sky. "who and where are you?" Suddenly, she noticed that there was another cat. She looked at Poison. "Who're you?" She asked quietly.
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Post by » Sacrifice on Sept 16, 2009 18:34:40 GMT -5
"One may bind themselves with a name, something that ties them to their lineage as well as their looks, but there is no real answer to your question. If you actually want an answer, I would suggest rephrasing that question."
The voice was soft, spoken just loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to be overheard by the guards, still within range of hearing, if their ears were sharp. And without a doubt, they were. Only the best for the heir of the dark tom, right? Suddenly, from the shadows, a pair of fierce golden eyes appeared, before a young tom stepped from the shadows. His pelt was a dark shade of onyx, with random patches of ash gray woven into the dark canvas, and his look was reserved, distant, yet at the same time, in the golden depths, one could pick out a shred of amusment, and an even smaller shred of concern. Typical, he had been watching everything, and hadn't missed the wince that flickered, if only for a moment, across the features of Poison. And of course, her speech thing she had made while getting free, for the moment. Even if it had been faint.
"Good day m'lady."
Quinn would keep her name a secret until she chose to reveal it, and hope that she the same for him. Identity was an important thing, something that could harm or help, depending upon the listener. Turning, he looked at the kit, anything that had been readable as he met Poison's green orbs gone, only distance, a mask, for say.
"Clan kit, you will be killed if you wander here. Go back home, where you belong."
This was the most dangerous place for anyone not of the dark, for if one of Renegades' saw her, he could either kill her or take her to the dark cat himself. Even Quinn chose not to go here unless he felt as though he should, like with today, and he was a skilled fighter, even at his early age. Eyes narrowing slightly, ears flicking, Quinn gave the place a once over, watching for anything or anyone that could prove a problem to him. This was not a good place to be, but he would stay until the one cat he had been able to get along with agreed to go. His only semi-friend was his own worst enemy, how confusing was that?
No matter his thoughts, the black and ash grey tom was still as he watched, seeming to become a shadow, as his father was able to. A useful tool, if one knew how to use it. All that gave him away were his eyes; bright and fierce.
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Post by yellow on Sept 16, 2009 19:30:58 GMT -5
"I don't belong there, either." The she-kit turned and growled. "Do you know of a cat named Toph? I'm looking for her. Have you seen her?" The kit's fur was fluffed up and well, her eyes were currently flicking back from Poison to Quinn. All that she could think was. I hope they're nice to kits. And she wondered why the black and gray tom was being a little rude. "Well?" She hissed.
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Sept 17, 2009 23:29:22 GMT -5
Poison's green eyes lit up in surprise as not one, but two cats overheard her escape. Darkness fell on her heart, as she realized that if these cats had been of her fathers coven, she owuld have been captured once more and moved to an even deeper cell. She dipped her head to Quinn.
"A pleasure to see you again, sir."
She turned to Preykit with a wistful grin. She'd always enjoyed kits, though she hardly ever saw them in her little home. If that could be called a home.
"I assume by Toph you speak of the circuit cat. She lives down towards the bottom of the valley in an abandoned barn."
Poison glanced back at Quinn, betraying all too much with her eyes. Unlike her family, her eyes told everything. Deep beyond the irises, pain was lurking. And even though she so far trusted Quinn, she had hidden a bit of fear inside of her gaze. He was the enemy after all...But no, her fear wasn't towards him. It was towards her father, and what he could do to the cat across from her if he knew she had not laid open his throat at first site. Hatred for Zane's family had been bred into her blood, and she knew not how to surpress it. But nevertheless, she cared for Quinn. He alone had showed her kindness. How twisted was it, that her enemy would be the one she felt safest around? How badly she wanted this over with, to tell him Renegade's every secret so he could finally be overthrown...
Yes, the green of her eyes did not hide things well.
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Post by » Sacrifice on Sept 18, 2009 16:53:16 GMT -5
"Did I ever say for you to go back to the clans?"
Turning his gaze toward the kit once more, his orbs were just a touch more narrow then before, but aside from that, there was no evidence to what he was feeling. Before he could speak though, Poison answered the question that had been thrown at them from the kit, whom was speaking much to loud for Quinn's liking. Moving swiftly, he was suddenly perched upon a higher up rock, settled down so he was with the shadows, watching the area below him. The other two cats were at his side, and his attention was there as well, but for the moment, he had bigger issues. He was not in his territory, but there was a friend and two who were, at least in some ways, innocent down below him, and he would be the guard until they moved to a place where he could relax, at least, as well as he could ever. Just looking at his general position, it was obvious what he planned to do if anyone appeared, the faint spring in his position, the way his tail flipped ever so slightly. If anyone was to come and see the two, they would be quickly silenced for the moment, as Quinn fought for not only his life, but at least, the life of the kit, and the sanity of Poison.
However, his gaze flickered back downward, and caught the green of Poison's once more. The thoughts were obvious to read, and although a few of them stung a bit, nothing was really betrayed inside of the golden ones of the black and grey tom, aside from a silent promise of protection, even at the cost of his own life. After holding them for only a moment longer, he could only reflect about how different her life had been from his. Zane didn't mind that he had found a friend in the child of an enemy, but he had warned Quinn about being cautious and so forth. There was a reason that the two were bitter enemies, after all.
"Leave now that you know where you are going kit. There are enemies here hidden where you can not even fathom."
Speaking softer then before, it was almost impossible to make out Quinn's words. Most of the time, Quinn could make everyone else he knew loud. And now, he had only the more reason the be quiet.
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Post by yellow on Sept 18, 2009 19:29:24 GMT -5
"Err...I'm gonna go. But first," She took the sage bush and ripped it off of Poison. "That might help." She grinned and bounded away thinking about what she'd do once she found Toph. Preykit thought of this as she broke into a run.
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Sept 20, 2009 14:50:35 GMT -5
The silver tom was watching. Did his daughter honestly think he hadn't known about her escape routes? Pathetic. He chuckled, coming out from the same hole Poison had and standing across the way, fur flat to his back. The fact that he appeared nonchalant made him even more threatening than if he had appeared angry.
"Enemies like...Me?"
He cackled, padding easily in the direction of his daughter.
"Very wise of you, my daughter. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."
Renegade grinned a toothy grin, licking a paw and swipping it over his ear.
"As much as your secret meetings please me, I expect you to go back to your father with a message, Quinn. Tell Zane that if he cares at all for your little friend Foreshadow, he would do well to keep the paws of his ancestors well away from my tunnels."
Poison would not be called a coward, but she knew when a fight would be pointless to encourage. With a glance at Quinn, she told him it was alright before turning back to her father, green eyes suddenly dark.
"Of course father, I follow your commands with all of my faith."
For the most part, Renegade could not read the lies on her face. With her father, Poison's art of deception existed...But with Quinn, nothing was hidden...for the most part.
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Post by » Sacrifice on Sept 20, 2009 15:47:07 GMT -5
The sudden change in Quinn was evident as soon as Renegade appeared. Leaping lightly down from his perch, he was in the essence of calm. Not a single patch of fur was lifted up, and he moved in a fluid, loose manner, almost as though he was bored with this whole meeting. Once fierce golden eyes that had danced with hidden emotion as he glanced at Poison were now dark, their depths unreadable as he easily kept the mercury orbs of Renegade, not an ounce of fear showing in their depths.. because there was none. He had already come to terms with his own death as soon as he had befriended Poison. This was just one of the many outcomes that he had pictured in his mind, and that he had been told about. He wouldn't encourage his own death, but he would not be made a fool of if Renegade tried that little route. Coming to this area had been a bad idea, but he would not let himself regret coming to see his friend, for some part of him knew this could be the last time they see each other. Quinn would go back underground, just for the sheer fact he didn't wish for Poison to get into anymore trouble with Renegade. Some part of him knew that she would know that already.
Head raised tall and proud, Quinn looked every bit of the cat he was.
"It is noted."
Was all he said though, to respond to Renegade's wish. He would stay away from the tunnels, and make sure his siblings knew to as well. Still keeping contact with Renegade, for although he did not fear the silver tom, that did not mean he was idiotic, and suddenly, he just melted into the faint shadow he had once stood in, gone, just as his father was able too. He would not get Poison in trouble again; nobody would find him unless he chose to find them, that was the best he could do now. He would be alone, as usual, but at least, nobody would get hurt. Before he had left though, he had cast a glance at Poison, one that although appeared cold on the outside, was really conveying a message that only she would be able to read, something that he had made sure of.
I am sorry. I do not wish for you to be hurt though by your father. I'll be watching, but I shall not be coming any closer then that. I wish for not you nor Foreshadow to be injured. It is with regret that I have to do this, but I see no other choice for you. Seek me out only if you need me; for there is no place that is safe for us to meet now.
He could only hope she would listen to him, for they were both determined to do their own thing. He would find her if she needed him, he could do that much, but would she still need him after this?
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