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Post by ~XxLone*WolfxX~ on Jun 1, 2009 10:46:55 GMT -5
The air around the rogues canyon seemed thick. The air, the ground, the grass. A young tom, the heir to the so called throne, found it a bit suffocating. Taking a leap up onto a fairly sturdy boulder the gray tom flicked his multi-colored eyes around the canyon. He sniffed the stuffy air and breathed in deeply to take in more of the scent. With a scoff he lept from the the boulder and landed a bit clumsily and stumble. Managing to upright himself he cursed his less then accurate sense of balance. Not only was he clumsy he wasn't as strong as his siblings. At least he felt that he was weaker. Maybe it was just the fact that he was a cat, and his balance was terrible. Without more thought on the matter he simply dropped into a hunters crouch and padded forth carefully and quietly. Taking in a breath that more so meant to calm himself rather then give him some sense of scent of the area. He still caught the scent of a nearby mouse. The small gray creature scuffled on the hard ground off to the west.
Wanting to accomplich something to lift his spirits a bit the tom turned and padded forth stopping only when the mouse lifted its head to glance around it's ears flicking and its pink nose twitching. Once it seemed ignorant enough of the danger Delgado continued forward. Once close enough to the mouse he dropped just a bit lower leaning back on his haunches before pushing back and landing on the mouse. Even though playing with his mouse sounded really fun and relaxing he killed the creature because he was hungry and not completely in the mood to find a plaything in a mouse. Something that was normally meant to be eaten. Biting into the mouses flesh he thought over some things. Some that were completely unimportant and others that bothered him. Even though he was a pretty thin cat he was clumsy, although he could be fast he tended to trip or find some way of falling. Battle training was serious even though he found it fun, although recently he had been paying to much attention to his flaws and been unable to quite see what was right with him.
Finishing the mouse he watched the undergrowth and took another deep breath to check for any danger or other prey that he could take home. Rules in the canyon were not the same as those in the clan. Although if he had been in a clan he would have simply said he had not been out hunting purposefully and simply came across the mouse. Not that he had to worry about that. He never wanted to join a clan. Ever. He liked the rogue ways and his father was different then other rogues. He had helped the clans before. Delgado looked down at the ground looking at his dusty white paws. The had dust on them from his running around in the canyon. He flexed his claws digging them into the ground. Looking back out at the undergrowth he found that he was uncomfortable in the open and padded forth into some of the growth of the canyon.
Taking his loneliness and using it for a bit of training he took a running jump at a low tree branch. He managed to land on it, only to slip off onto the ground on the other side of the branch. Unfortunately for him he did not land on his feet. More so on his side with a thud and a loss of breath. He coughed and breathed in till he regained his breath. Turning to the tree he gave a disgruntled scoff and moved on feeling more discouraged in his abilities that seemed to be very little to the tom. But to avoid feeling sorry for himself he lifted his head and tail and kept alert. He would not be caught off guard by a kittypet, rogue, or whatever else may come across him. ((I was bored... Yeah... I know it's a bad post but I wanted to play my little Delgado. XD)) |
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Post by H-a-w-k-i-e on Jun 2, 2009 22:14:43 GMT -5
There was no noise. No sound that came before the pale ginger tom dropped down softly onto the branch that Delgado had missed. He didn't say anything either, as he studied the other tom curiously. He hadn't been out of the hidden waterfall cave down in the canyons, until his father, Hawktalon, had decided that he needed to learn more about the world, so that one day, he, Crackett, could perhaps regain the glory of his father's name after his exile. Not many knew of his heritage, having been born in the waterfall cavern secretly after Hawktalon had been driven out. Not to mention that Crackett didn't look too much like his father; only the fierce gaze that shone in his auburn orbs were identical to the once great rogue. But since Pyre had killed his father...there weren't many cats that could be identified with the same intense look that was constantly in his eyes.
Unlike many of Hawktalon's kin, Crackett's sense of morality and judgement was rather pronounced. Though he had the same intelligence and cunning that ran in the blood of his kin, he was rather noble. Perhaps that would be his fatal flaw, putting the lives of his loved before his own, and sacrificing everything, even if it were for the greater good, to protect them.
Satisfied with his analysis of Delgado, he cocked his head, ears twitching and he nodded in greeting.
"Hello."
The ginger tom's voice was very soft and quiet, as if he were trying to draw the least amount of attention to himself as possible. How he could ever live up to the Masked One's right hand cat's name, was still a mystery that had not explained itself quite yet.
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Post by ~XxLone*WolfxX~ on Jun 4, 2009 13:49:24 GMT -5
Flicking his ears the tom realized that he had missed the rogue. Delgado turned to look to the tree that the cat was in. The gray cat had not been to startled by Crackett's quiet entrance and greeting. The other toms position did not seem threatening so Delgado simply tilted his head slightly a little tense and wary while he watched the other cat.
"Hello..." He said glancing away for a moment. But then he turned his purple, or violet if you prefer, eyes back to Crackett to sort of examine the tome. To see if it was familiar rogue, not that the young prince knew many rogues outside of his own group.
The tom was ginger with sharp auburn eyes. He was bigger then Delgado. But most were, but Delgado was also still considered young, probably around apprentice age now. The most he could hope for was to have a growth spurt and become either less clumsy or stronger, smarter might be nice but some type of physical strength appealed more so to the tom. Still, he could not control how he grew up.
Deciding it wouldn't hurt to speak more he thought for a moment before speaking again. "I am, Delgado. What do you go by?" He told the cat his name and asked for the others. |
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Post by H-a-w-k-i-e on Jun 6, 2009 0:55:05 GMT -5
Seeing as the other tom didn't seem too hostile, a small grin spread over the young tom's face, and he leaped down nimbly from his branch, landing gracefully on his paws. Judging by his movements and his appearance, Crackett wasn't exactly what you might think was a fierce and aggressive fighter. And he wasn't. But he was tenacious, and agile.
"Crackett. My name is Crackett. Um. Do you..." At this, the ginger tom paused, struggling to find the right words to say, "Are you from around here?"
He'd never seen Delgado before. Well. He hadn't really seen too many cats, being hidden away so often, just until the fight when he'd met Zane and his group of rogues. His father had decided that before he died of old age, he'd help teach Renegade a lesson...
Not meaning to, Crackett frowned a bit. He missed his father, and his teaching. He missed his brother too; he hadn't seen Falconstrife in a while as well.
Catching Delgado's gaze, the tom paused for a moment, noting the other cat's eyes. Violet. Just like the Masked One's! Excited by his discovery, he wasn't able to keep from fidgeting a little bit. He knew that knowing too much wasn't exactly smart down in the canyons, when the others knew that you knew. But the history in the tunnels and caves was something that Hawktalon had spent much time teaching him, and he was proud.
"Do you have brothers and sisters?"
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Post by ~XxLone*WolfxX~ on Jun 6, 2009 8:32:20 GMT -5
Delgado nodded taking in the cats name. Maybe Zane knew the tom. Since Delgado hadn't heard the name, not that he had exactly been kept in the camp for a long time, he was just still young. He also noted how this tom was quite... Nimble. Deciding it was good that he was on the friendly side, since he probably wouldn't stand much of a chance in a fight. He was still waiting to grow into some sort of better way of fighting.
"Yes. I am... Part of Zane's group." Best to not mention being Zane's son. That would be a bit much to let out. He didn't want to end up being some sort of target because of his position. Still, he wasn't first born or anything.
The other tom, Crackett it was, must have noticed the violet eyes with the pupil edged with gold. He looked down averting his gaze now. He knew about the Masked One. Also how he had relations to the long dead rogue leader. It was something that could prove fatal, or an advantage. Debating ow to answer this question he fidgeted himself and decided the truth was the better way to go.
"Er... Yeah. A few. Do you have siblings?" He answered asking the same of the tom. If Crackett was going to know things about him then Delgado was going to ask the same. It only made sense to the young tom. |
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Post by yellow on Jun 6, 2009 12:30:31 GMT -5
A tortiseshell and white she-cat walked towards the two toms. Her brown eyes were gentle as she transfixed them on both. She sat down quietly. "Hello there." She bowed her head respectivly to Delgado. "I am Hobo." She mewed quietly. Most likely, they're gonna make fun it my name. Hobo thought.
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Post by » Sacrifice on Jun 6, 2009 12:46:34 GMT -5
"A few would be an understatement, dear brother. There are what, five of us?"
The haunting voice seemed to come from nowhere, before a shape became visible, her silver markings giving away the spot she had been hiding in, along with her scorching violet eyes. Looking down upon the others from the tree, there was a bit of regal bearing to the she cat. With a graceful leap, the she cat was suddenly beside the other cats, her eyes unreadable at best. This was the one who resembled her lineage the most, with her silver mask, toes, and tail tip, it was obvious where she came from. Even if she hadn't had those glowing eyes, anyone who had heard about the legenday Facade and Masquerade. It was something that had marked her, as well as all of her siblings, and each day was a challenege. More then a few would love to take out one of the Masked one's relatives. What made life easier for the young cats was the fact that Valeshadow lead the tunnel rogues, his violet eyes providing a bit of a shield for the young ones. In the territory which Zane ruled, it was well known who they belonged to. But, the outside world didn't know that, did they?
Probably one of the most deadly of the kits, Fatality was as dangerous as she was stunning. Being the actress that she was, any emotion that you would see playing across her features could be a lie, something that she wanted you to think was true. Although there were two cats in the clearing that she didn't know, it was the one called Crackett that seemed to interest her more then the other she cat. With his intellegent eyes, it seemed as though there was something he wanted to hide, or something he was worried about. An unsolved mystery was something that bothered the she cat to no end. Maybe she would figure that mystery out, but if not, there would be a solution made up, whatever seemed to fit.
"Ah. Forgive my manners. I am called Fatality. Pleasure to meet you Crackett, Hobo."
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Post by H-a-w-k-i-e on Jun 7, 2009 0:25:50 GMT -5
Crackett nodded at Delgado's question, ears twitching with irritation at himself. The other tom seemed more wary now. That was stupid of him! The ginger tom bit his lip; he should've been smarter than that.
"Yeah. I have a brother."
He mewed, sharp auburn eyes half closed, as if he too lazy to keep them open. It usually gave him a more brooding look, and kept the tom from revealing too much. His father always said he was an open book. As for the whole sibling thing...there was only really Falconstrife that was his full brother. Crackett probably had many half siblings that he didn't know about. Hawktalon had many heirs, after all.
He didn't greet the tortoiseshell she-cat audibly, but flicked his tail tip in acknowledgement. The tom stifled a noise of irritation when the she-cat, known as Hobo, dipped her head with respect to Delgado and not to him. He was of noble blood, even if not many knew so. The other tom was too, judging by his eyes. He was probably some relative of Valeshadow's, even if he was in Zane's band.
"A few would be an understatement, dear brother. There are what, five of us?"
Crackett's head turned towards the direction of the new female voice, and his gaze fell upon another violet eyed cat, Delgado's sister, by the sound of it. It was clear that she was kin to Masquerade and Facade, even without the unique eye colour. The ginger tom's ears perked up, and he nodded to her in greeting.
"The pleasure is mine."
Hooded gaze flickering from Delgado, back to Fatality, he stopped himself from bowing. He'd been raised to have respect for all those who descended from the Masked One and his sister. His father had acted as a sort of a king's steward to Masquerade, after all.
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Post by ~XxLone*WolfxX~ on Jun 7, 2009 16:53:36 GMT -5
Delgado turned as his sister appeared and nodded to her. He was aware of the number of siblings he had he just hadn't been very trusting of this cat here. Since he had just met the tom, the bigger tom at that. Flicking his gaze to Hobo he looked away just as fast. The small tom had found it very interesting to have resemblance to the great Masked One, but it drew too much attention for his liking. Drawing his head back up to look more dominant, although it didn't seem to work so well too him at least.
"I know, Fatality. I just didn't think to tell so much about us..." Delgado replied glancing down before looking back up to meet his sisters eyes. He was slightly surprised that so few knew of the violet eye kits born to Zane and Melody. All in all he found that it was better that way. At least he liked it that way...
"Ah, you know that I and my sister are from Zane's group. But from where do you come from?" He decided to ask. The tom liked to keep even ground between him and the cats he has just happened to meet or anyone for that matter. If it was possible. His mind wondered as he looked away out at the forest. But he still had the corner of his gaze focused on the other cats. He flicked his ear and wondered how many other cats would join him before he got uncomfortable and left or backed up a bit. Something beside just sit there, tense. ((Sorry. Short. XP)) |
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Post by » Sacrifice on Jun 7, 2009 20:30:00 GMT -5
Delago's little act of dominance, as faint as it was, obviously made Fatality a bit, well, angry. Only her sibling would noticed the sudden faint glint in her orbs, but the way she seemed to raise herself up was obvious. Although they were all equal in rank at the moment, the rivarly between siblings ran deep, especially when they were destined to be a bit unstable at times. No matter how smooth Fatality acted, there was no doubting the fact that she was not one that could easily take being looked down upon, be it from her parents or siblings. She would never intentionally hurt one of her siblings, physically that is, but sometimes she wondered what it would be like without the competition.
"What is there to fear? I have not given anything away then the possible existance of others, and a number. It is of no harm."
The tone whcih the violet eyed she cat spoke was smooth, melodic, but hidden under the surface was a simple curtness. One was often to underestimate these young ones, thinking that because of their age, their experiance was limited. Obviously, those who thought that, hadn't actually met the five siblings, who were already showing wisdom with their young years. Maybe it was just the fact they had Melody and Zane for parents; two hardened cats often had a lot of stories to tell. Or maybe, it was that oh so famous bloodline...
Opposite of her brother, Fatality was one to appear relaxed at any time, no matter what she was really feeling. As of the moment, there was a faint look of curiousity in the eyes of the black and silver she cat. Having heard all the stories of the great Facade, Masquerade, and even a touch of Hawktalon, there was something she couldn't identify on the tom before her. Her father had fought beside the great Hawktalon before he was killed, and had easily described the elderly tom's strong apperance. This one did not look anything like how Zane had described the tom, but there was still something she felt. Having learned to trust her instincts, Fatality decided to try something.
"My father has described a lot of cats to me. And although I am sure he has met you before, he described a ginger tom once without too much detail, there is something about you that is interesting, and a bit off, at the same time. You look to have a good linegae to you, but you also have a distant look, as though you have been away from everyone for a while."
Cocking her head slightly to the side, her eyes probing the other tom in a good natured fashion, whatever she was sensing seemed to be bothering her.
"Of course, I could be wrong about you. I probably am just imagning things."
Giving a soft laugh, Fatality shook her head, as if she had been wrong about what she had just said. After all, what was she, other then a young cat with no experiance? There was no way she would be able to read someone at this age, was there?
If you wanted to think that, that is...
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Post by H-a-w-k-i-e on Jun 8, 2009 20:35:19 GMT -5
Now that Delagado wasn't on his lonesome, it seemed that he was trying to stand a little straighter, look more regal. The rivalary between the two siblings wasn't too obvious, but it was there. He himself had competed with his brother, yes, but playfully, never seriously. Something had flickered between Fatality and Delgado faintly, thought Crackett wasn't quite fast enough to catch all of it. Blinking, stored that little piece of information at the back of his mind, and acted as if he hadn't seen anything. He was pretty sure that quick motion of whatever it was wasn't meant to be seen by outsiders.
"I live over there."
The ginger tom mewed, waving his tail in the general direction of the canyons. There really wasn't any point of trying to tell them exactly where he lived; no one knew where the waterfall cavern was anyways. And plus, if his family had picked a secretive place to stay, it was most likely because they didn't want anyone to know where they resided.
"My father has described a lot of cats to me. And although I am sure he has met you before, he described a ginger tom once without too much detail, there is something about you that is interesting, and a bit off, at the same time. You look to have a good lineage to you, but you also have a distant look, as though you have been away from everyone for a while."
Crackett raised a brow, amusement shining in his auburn eyes. Huh. Really? He hadn't met all that many other cats. There were only a handful of cats who've met him...that narrowed things down.
"Really? What did he say?"
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