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THIS IS THE END !? ( warrior fan fic! third&first view )
By: nightyxx Date: June 17, 2013, 11:32 pm
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[font=georgia][ key - { this is the survivors } && { this is the
rebels } ]
'1 . the awakening.
grumbling, i opened up a tortoiseshell eyelid. blinking with my
icy blue eyes i gazed around. where... was i? i got up as i
noticed my fur was coated in a scarlet red-- not of my own, but
of my friend that used to sleep next to me. oh, yes, my name is
charlotte. that's not what matters right now, though. this isn't
normal-- blood is all over the floor. i mean-- i know i'm in
bloodclan, but there's never anything like this. there's just
blood, bits of fur, an ear even, and four bones. i don't
understand what's happening as i get out of my den, looking at
every other den. "hello!?" i yell out, opening my maw to taste
the air. there was no... no cat scent. it's all stale and i
don't know why. i'm panicking as i keep looking and glancing.
suddenly i heard another meow of another cat. "whadda'ya want
kid?" she had grunted to me. it was error! phew-- there wasn't
just nobody here! "do you not notice how there's no one here?"
the drone then looked at me and nodded slowly. "i don't
understand it either. suppose we got on a search 'n split up?
alright cool i'll go this way you go that way awesome." she
meowed, basically ordering me what to do. "wooow. and i'm the
sassy one around here?" i grumble under my breath. for once the
scent of fear is wavering off of me-- this wasn't anything to
not be frightened of, honestly! it was so... quiet. too quiet.
too soundless. and it wasn't right. there was always the usual
trespassers being stopped with growls, the blood of sparring
being splattered to the sandy grounds, the cursing and chatting
of others. but none of that seemed to sound here. perking my
ears, i padded to the border, seeing there were... a few more
corpses than usual! staring in shock, i noticed the ocelot body
of misguided. then the innocent kit body of decemberkit. then,
oh i couldn't describe it! a quarter of the clan was on the
border! i then looked back at where error had gone and i yelled
out, "error! i found a lot of corpses from bloodclan!" trying
not to stutter. i feel like i'm acting different-- i'm not
sassy, i'm not bossy, i'm not rude. and i don't like it! but i
kept listening for error to respond. no answer. "error?" i
meowed again, looking off into the distance to see that no cat
stood there. but suddenly as i stood i was knocked off of my
paws, looking around only to notice that it was an invisible
opponent-- of course these cowards! but did they do some serious
damage. i was pinned on my throat, my back to the sand as the
cat began sending blows to my forehead, spilling a lot of blood
as i yowled, my voice silencing as i knocked out of
consciousness. was... was this an apocalypse? the apocalypse?
caused by rogues?
[color=red]the chuckle of a fire-orange tom cat could be heard
through the sandy lands as the red liquid splashed, landing on
his companions and himself. "hah! i think we should'a captured
more'a them! it's so hiiiiiilarious watching them helplessly
flail around, huh?" he crowed, flickering into visibility as his
friend, trap, meowed, "i agree, flame!" he snickered, clawing at
charlotte's eye. "now, now, we don't want to just kill her off,
no? sure, do whatever you please but you probably want'er alive,
right?" a female's voice then sounded. it was quite interesting
how they shared the same type of language, blending their words
together. her name had been ice; the exact opposite of flame. it
was funny though, they made a good duo. trap was a dark brown
cat with white tipped ears and green eyes, as ice was an albino
with her quite creepy light scarlet optics. ice's red orbs went
over charlotte in disgust, glaring and meowing, "we can have
some of them work for us. make them do our dirty work while we
kick back 'n stuff. also we can do the same with that drone!
drones follow commands, do they not?" she sneered. trap nodded,
adding, "you always get the good ideas!" in annoyance. ice
rolled her eyes at the younger cat. "oh shut it, will ya? at
least we got the idea so we didn't never get it."
"will you too quiiiiiit bickerinn' an' help me drag em back to
base?"
"well, trap started it anyway, bein' all whiney and stuff."
"i don't care who the heck started it mmkayyyy? just drag."
trap narrowed his eyes at ice, but said nothing as he kept
dragging error and ice helped flame pull charlotte. their base
was an old prison, abandoned and nobody ever went there. you
know, except for these crazy rogues. finally, they entered. the
prison actually worked quite well-- like a real one almost. the
cats would stay at the top, having a camera to see them. the cat
would speak into the speaker and tell why they needed the doors
open, and they'd open it, blah, blah, blah, all of that stuff.
flame then meowed, "moooore captives, let me in now!" snickered
the red-orange feline, watching as the doors creaked open.
dragging the bodies, ice let go of charlotte to go and open the
lock, using her claws to open it and let the tortoiseshell
female in. you see-- their claws were a stranger shape. the lock
only opens to their claws, not any other rogue. it was merely
impossible for them to open it, no matter how hard they tried.
trap did the same things with the other cell, kicking the
chimera drone into there as flame muttered, [b]"ah, we're going
to have some fun."
[color=gray]based on some of my characters & wcrpg's bloodclan.
not all of the cats that died in the story died in actual
roleplay.
feedback? c:
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Re: THIS IS THE END !? ( warrior fan fic! third&first view )
By: nightyxx Date: June 21, 2013, 6:15 pm
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[color=gray][font=georgia]'2. the plans.
[color=white]error woke up, opening up an eyelid slowly to see
she was behind bars. she then quickly got up, a bit wobbly on
her paws and glared at flame. "you monster! knocking cats out
that did nothing to you! then having them work for your little
army! what do you have to say for yourself!?" she spat. flame
then looked at her with his eye that had a scar near it. "what i
have to say for myself, m'lady? i gotta say... well, i don't
care! now shut up!" he spat, slicing a claw over her silver eye
like trap had done. the drone jumped back in surprise, gritting
her teeth and hissing in pain. she swung her head back up and
gave another icy glare with her good, left eye. flame then raked
his matching blood-red eyes. you see, he claimed he was already
red-orange pelted. he was an albino, which is why his eyes are
red. he refused to clean his pelt the day he made a kill, so his
fur remained red.
WIP
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