Just A Lie

[» Sacrifice]

What is life, other then just a lie? The world is full of it, under every rock, behind every corner. The saddest part is, that most of the ones being lied too, don't even know it. They are the blissfully ignorant, the ones who think life is perfect, and that nothing will ever go wrong. It is living a lie, an illusion that can so easily be shattered, with only just one paw swipe. One would want to be careful with that simple paw swipe though, as one their broken illusions are shattered, those cats can go either way. They can turn insane, haunting where they live, a soulless creature that needs to be killed. Or, they go into a deep protective trance, afraid of everything, and everyone. Both of the choices are something that only the mentally sick would ever wish upon a cat, even if they never knew that cat. Maybe that is why the canyon smelt the way it did, the smell of death, the smell of insanity. It didn't get too bad, that is, until you got down way deep, where one slip means your forever lost in the darkness of the canyon. As you get closer to the core, it only gets worse. The air turns damp and cold, as though the spirits of those left behind try to warn you away, to save you, like they wished they had been saved. Most of the time it works...

Except for this odd colored tom, that is. He looked like a black footed ferret, his pelt a combination of tans, whites, blacks, and golds. Around his right front leg, there was a silver band, made up with Celtic knots. One may think it as foolish, but the strange tom cat wore it for protection, and for the most part, it worked. One would never know how exactly he got it, maybe the crazy circuits gave it to him, or maybe he found it himself. You could never really ask though. It was as though something just drove off others from this feline, seeming as though avoidance is the best cause. Really though, the odd marked tom didn't care what you thought of him. You didn't like him? He didn't care really. Living in a life of exile from wherever he had come from had hardened his shell, making contact unneeded for him to survive. He had a lot of habits really. Not all were something that were liked though.

His name was Dageus. Its one of those names, that once you hear, you never really forget. With it's odd ring to it, it makes one wonder exactly where this cat grew up in. He was obviously though, a rogue. You didn't need to see where he was living to figure it out. The distinction between a rogue, loner, and clan cat is so strong, a blind cat could figure it out. Rogues always had a rougher edge to them, a more feral feel then the clan cats or loners. No one could ever really explain it, but the edge there is something one must never overlook. And the fact, there have always been three classes of rogue. There is rogue like Renegade, bloodthirsty, evil, and probably more then a little insane. Then, there was rogue like Dageus. Evil, maybe. Dark, yes, cunning, yes, but not insane. There is the lack of bloodthirsty wrath in the second category, they you will always find in the first one. The final category is the ones who once were soft cats. They hide in the shadows more then anything, weak, but cunning, just waiting their turn at the top.

With only a whisper of sound, Dageus moved across the rough surface, strong pads protecting his feet from any injury from the coarse stone below him. With the sun the way it was, over his right shoulder, it made the lighter part of his pelt gleam with light, while the other parts remained in shadow. His white upper face, masked only by a black band that covered his seemingly black eyes, was part of that shadow. It gave him a look that only the hardest ever got, it was the look of strength. Physical strength is something obvious, something that any cat can get once they work hard enough. No, this was the physical strength of a hard soul, a hard core. It is the look of one who can stand under anything, wrong or right, and make you think that what they say is real. The look, of someone dangerous when angry, and more so a leader when calm. Only, since when has someone approached the anti-social, strange colored tom Dageus?

((And yes, I would like Mouse-tails please. ))

[yellow]

A white form of a she-kit appered as the kit wandered through the rouge lands. She wore her cloak with the hood up. Her white tabby pelt contrasted with her red eyes. She wore a collar made of feathers and string. She stared at the blue sky which was ever so slightly darkening to her eyes. These days were increasingly dark and dreary. Blood will soon be spilt and cats will die. The way she acted made her sound older. Like her mother said, Every cat will have a story to tell. Who knew she had taken care of four younger siblings when she was only but six moons old? She kept herself from dangerous toms as she took care of her two moon old siblings until she took them to housefolk. Then she joined the circuits on their way to the place. She had now become very found of kits there. At seven moons old, she could take a mate. Her waiting had turned into wonder. Would she take a mate? The only question was; who would it be?

Her name is Aaka. She knew of all places she'd been, this place was the best yet. Love was a name of a feeling where you knew that someone cared about you and you cared about them. She gazed at the cat ahead of her. She sat down gently. The rough, rocky surface was managable to her. She wondered why she dreamedof the canyon flooding to destroy the entire rouge force. She finally spoke. "I once felt that this canyon would flood a destroy the place. Now it's feels like a wall of dust will come and blind the cats here." Her voice was gentle and soft like the cool wind.

[Marrowbone]

(( I like Dageus, ferretzzzz X3 I particularly like the Celtic band, since I've always thought of ferrets as hoarders and materializers.
Anyways, 40 Points for your post, Sacrifice! Keep up the good work.

You should keep in mind Moss, that she can 'date' at seven moons but they can't breed until eleven. But good job, 10 Points, keep improving! ^.^ ))

[yellow]

(( Uhh....I just found out that cats as young as six moons(months) can give birth to kittens. ))

[Marrowbone]

(( Duh. But it's a rule that they breed eleven moons minimum. Any younger and we'd have cats dying like flies; Young cats tend to die while giving birth or their kits do. ))

[» Sacrifice]

The odd cat had not gone unnoticed by the tom. In fact, she was as visible as a light in a dark spot. It wasn't her pelt color, or her eyes, but the cloak. It was a symbol of being different, just as his band was a symbol of being different. She obviously though, wasn't in the same difference bit as the tom was. Her scent smelled of Circuit, the ones who were insane, yet not insane at the same time. The circuits had always caused interest with Dageus, should it be the fact that their leader was so odd, or that they could do things that other cats couldn't. As usual, oddities were stared upon everywhere they went. The reason why is actually quite simple, the odd ones are outside the streak of 'normal,' that is found everywhere else in the world. Like those strange purple eyed cats, although seen only every now and then, they were stared at as well. Dageus, he had only heard stories of the half cat, the one who had terrorized these canyons way before he had come here. That cat, all the rumors had said, had been insane, like Renegade himself. The purple eyes, it was a trait of the split cat, and a reason for caution while working with, or around them. Rumors may not always be true, but one can take warning from them.

It was not only her appearance that made the strange marked tom watch her carefully with his dark, almost black, brown eyes. No, it was her vibe. While he wasn't one of those aura readers, the vibe he felt off this she cat was strong enough to actually form pictures in his mind. It was a soft one on the edges, but hardened as it went inward, until it was just as dark as the ones around here, where only the strongest of all the cats could live. That darkness though, it was fading away ever so slowly because of something Dageus couldn't put a claw on. It was something soft, young, and eager. That much was all he could figure out, and not enough for him to solve the puzzle. He was not a cat looking to mate yet, so the whole world of kits, and actually settling down was beyond him. It wasn't that he couldn't, rather, it was that he chose not to settle himself. It was so much easier, if you didn't have any ties to keep your actions monitored, to make sure you didn't hurt someone on the inside.

Still watching her, Dageus made no move to approach the cloaked she cat. His only move, was to unsheathe his ivory claws. You never knew who you could trust these days, especially with Renegade still at power. There were spies everywhere, even ones you wouldn't expect. Be cautious, and you won't get killed. Make a mistake, and your on a date with death. At least, thats always how Dageus thought of things. Social encounters, rather obviously, weren't his strong point. "Some say it will flood, some say it will be a dust storm. I say that it will be perish." The strange tom said back, a shrug following his answer. While he hadn't exactly understood what was being said to him, he hated it when cats spoke like that, the basic meaning was clear enough. With his face, and some of his body still hidden in the shadows, it was as though he was no more then an illusion, seen only by those who actually thought he was there. Dageus found, to his surprise, that he really didn't mind that. Being considered an illusion wasn't the worst thing that a cat could be called. His large frame loose, Dageus took in his surroundings, testing the air to see exactly what was going on, and if there was anything he should be aware of.

[Marrowbone]

(( XD You're gonna have hundreds of MT at this rate.
40 Points to you~
I also find it funny that people always relate the purple eyes to Masquerade, regardless of the fact that it was his sister who had purple eyes.))