Post by » Sacrifice on Jan 23, 2010 16:30:41 GMT -5
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Although the sun was shining, there was no warmth in the canyon. Frost covered the normally fiery red sand, and many of the scraggly trees that dotted the canyons were dead, or at least, seemed to be more dead than normal. Prey, for the most part, had pretty much stopped running, and many of the canyon cats were feeding in the Loner’s meadow; cats from both bands. The loners put up a fuss about that, but what exactly could they do? They didn’t fight as the rogues did, they didn’t have the same power and skills when it came to living in general. They were weak, pathetic, miserable little beings who chose to live along because they couldn’t find anywhere else to live, because they didn’t fit in anywhere. And they called it a choice that they chose to live that way, because they didn’t want to live with the others. Ha! As if that was the real truth, they just didn’t want to admit how exiled they really were. They just didn’t want to admit how weak they really were, how easily they could be taken down by a group of passing cats who felt the urge to provoke someone into a fight, such foolish creatures indeed.
Maw drawing up into a rather pointed grin, the large tom chuckled softly, dark brown, almost black, gaze flickering over to the green lands of the Loner’s. Maybe today he would go and bother some of them, he didn’t have anything else planned to do. Winter months were always so boring, nobody ever attacked anyone, and even Valeshadow and Zane were getting along. Where was the fun in that? At least Renegade had provided some fun; clan cats were such easy targets, especially those who were still learning how to fight. There wasn’t much sport with them, but usually they didn’t even knick him with one of their flimsy, flailing claws. Sighing softly, a cloud of white smoke appearing as he did, Dageus shook his head, a faint glimpse of amusement shinning in his eyes. Well, maybe it was a good thing that there wasn’t too much action going on anymore; once the rogues struck again someday, the clans wouldn’t be prepared, making them frantic and frightened; the best combination when it came to fighting them. If only Renegade hadn’t gotten so cocky about everything; he had had PewterClan, but had foolishly decided he wanted more.
A leader thing, definitely.
Always wanting more, and thinking they could because they had the whole little army with them, it had to be because they had the power, that they always wanted more. Power clouded their judgment, and therefore, they always lost in the end. Which was why he was never going to be a leader; he didn’t want the humiliation of loosing. At least, not loosing because it was his fault, that would just be too much for his massive ego. Besides, being a freelancer was always so much easier, especially when you didn’t tie yourself down to one group. One group had just too many limitations, always telling you what you could and couldn’t do, he just had to look at the clans to see why he would never join them, even with the sickness roaming around. It is safe to say he would rather die versus having to live with a whole bunch of pointless, idiotic, rules set in place so many moons ago, rules that one was suppose to follow to the death. As if that would ever happen! Life would be too boring if it was all like that, what would be the point in living?
Jumping from his ledge, and landing gracefully on the frozen ground, the large black footed ferret colored tom surveyed his surroundings in a rather calm manner. It was always interesting how the weather commanded who was outside and who was inside their den; be it the heat of the sun, or the icy grips of Leafbare. As he casually padded his way to another ledge, he noted the glowing eyes of cats as they moved forward to watch him; he could see the hate in their gaze, the distrust. It gave him a feeling of power; after all, if they distrust you, or hate you, that also meant they fear you, and fear was a weapon you could use against someone. All cats seemed to think he was evil, much to his amusement, though if you would take the time to ask the odd pelted cat, he would say he simply lived for the moment, and if the power looked to be favoring the evil side, well, he was going to be there, and enjoying every moment of it. At the moment, he had yet to find a reason to be ‘good’ anyway; tormenting others was always so much fun.
Reaching one last ledge, Dageus collected himself, and jumped onto of it, overlooking part of the canyon as well as part of the Loner’s lands. It wasn’t exactly hidden, but there was no frost on the ledge, and it was shadowed by an overhand above him. He had found it on a lazy day like this, and had promptly claimed it as his own. With its flank support, he could easily just watch without worrying about an attack. He had nothing better to do today, so he was going to do one of his favorite activities; nothing! Ah, being lazy was so great sometimes.
[Fail of a post, but it works. xD Open to whoever wants to reply.]