Post by Elmstar « on Mar 26, 2012 21:09:57 GMT -5
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[tr][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px;][classy=title]appearance[/classy][classy=text]A long-furred dark brown tabby tom with hazel eyes.
Descending from a family of purebred Maine Coons, Elmstar has all of the typical traits. He is substantially larger than the average forest cat, with a thick, muscular body and large paws. He's built for strength, made for climbing, endurance, and combat. His nose is a liver coloration edged with brown, and his paw-pads are thick and black. His fur is a moderate length, neither short nor very long. His tail is very bushy and feathery, and he has long hair on the back of his legs, called britches. His fur is very shaggy around his stomach and chest. His forehead is rounded, and he has a slightly concave nose. His ears are wide-set and have tufts of fur at the tips.
Elmstar's coloration is also charasteristic of a Maine Coon, and it suits him well in his surroundings. The spectrum of his fur ranges from a pale lilac to a rich dark brown. His tabby markings are almost black and weave themselves in a classic tabby pattern. Elmstar's eyes are a vibrant green and are large and rounded. Technically, his eyes are hazel, but they appear to be green.[/classy]
[classy=title]personality[/classy][classy=text]Elmstar is brave and loyal[/b]. Elmstar would go to the ends of the Earth and back for his clan. He would give up all of his lives and many more for the ones he cares about. Once you've acquired his trust ― and this is no small task ― he will be right by your side until the very end. However, if you break his trust or hurt his clan, there is practically no chance of you getting it back. Elmstar is fearful of things, but when it comes to his clan, he's willing to put the fears behind him in order to do what's right. One of his greatest fears, acquired when he was a kit, is of spiders. Yes, our big brave leader is afraid of spiders. No one could explain why, not even his parents. Thankfully, he has managed to overcome this fear, but only to an extent. When he was a kit, he used to go tearing across the camp at the sight of one, but now he manages only to stay at a tail-length away.
Elmstar is temperamental and moody[/b]. It isn't hard to make Elmstar angry. He's easily irritated and can often lash out at others. At the same time, Elmstar can often be described as melodramatic. His emotions are often so exaggerated, cats think he's faking it. However, this is not the case. When Elmstar feels something, he just lets it out, even if it is completely out of proportion to the situation. Sometimes he can be downright rue. He's often sarcastic and snarky, and is never afraid to put you down. There are times where he's so enraged that he doesn't realize he's hurting the cat with his words, and this can often drive others away.
Elmstar is ambitious. Elmstar wants the best for everything ― for his clan, his loved ones, and himself. He has always wanted the best for his clan ever since he became leader. However, Elmstar sets the bar high for himself. He wants to have the best, know the best, and be the best. He has an overwhelming urge to succeed and impress, and this often drives him to improve himself. However, no trait is perfect, and this will also lead him to making stupid mistakes while his judgment was clouded with ambition.
Elmstar is dominant and imperious[/b]. Elmstar always wants to be in charge. He loathes begin undermined or made a fool of in any way. He despises begin told what to do. Sometimes he can be quite bossy, getting impatient easily. He will always try to get the upper hand and try to become in charge of things that he simply cannot control. Rebellious and other imperious figures irk him to no extent, especially cats who challenge his authority.[/classy]
[classy=title]history[/classy][classy=text]
Our story begins in the gorge that originally belonged to SkyClan.
No one saw it coming. The love, the relationship, and the kits, they were all a surprise. No one could've predicted the relationship between the flamboyant Bearshine, deputy of SkyClan, and quiet Tawnyleaf, the ordinary day-warrior who didn't seem to fit in with the others. Some say it started the day Tawnyleaf left her two-leg owners for good, joining SkyClan as an official warrior, supposedly to be with him. Others say it started when Bearshine saved her from the fox that attacked the camp. No one knows the real story, and they probably never will. However, barely two moons after they announced becoming mates, Tanwyleaf was expecting Bearshine's kits. The tom couldn't have been more proud of himself and protective of his mate. He constantly tried to protect her from dangers that didn't exist, sometimes obsessively. He watched her closely when she was acting friendly with other toms and always tried to be in her patrol. It wasn't as if he thought she wasn't trust-worthy; he was paranoid hat other toms were jealous of his position and would try and hurt her because of it. However, his efforts were all worth it when his loving mate produced his kits safely.
Elmkit was born into a litter of three. His two other siblings were Swallowkit, a long-haired brown tabby she-cat with hazel eyes, and Ashkit, a mid-length blue tabby she-cat with yellow eyes. From the very beginning, Elmkit was the dominant kit. He took every opportunity possible to show his sisters he was boss. Swallowkit didn't go down without a fight, but Ashkit submitted easily. When the kits turned three moons, Elmkit and Swallowkit began noticing that Ashkit was a bit, well, weird. She had trouble walking and fell down a lot. While they were young kits, this was acceptable because they didn't know how to walk. However, she was constantly being unable to play with the other kits because she simply could not control her limbs. Her mother, worriedabout ehr daughter, took her to the medicine cat only to find that there was nothing she could do. After this, word got around quickly on her state. She was often excluded from playing with her denmates, and other queens often looked on at here with loathing, keeping their kits away from her in fear they'd catch the strange disease.
Other than his sister's strange habits, Elmkit had a pretty average kithood. While his mother was busy fussing over Ashkit, Bearshine spent every possible spare minute with Elmkit and Swallowkit. He taught them the basic things their mother didn't have time for: the Warrior Code, the history of SkyClan, and how their dad was to become leader one day. The idea of leadership had always excited Elmkit. Swallowkit was less interested, but Elmkit has his life set on it. It was his ambition, his obsession. He knew that that was where he was headed, that he was to become one of the greatest SkyClan had ever seen. Little did he know there was a dark path laid out ahead of him the day he set his sights on becoming leader of SkyClan.
The kits soon became apprentices, and even Ashkit was gifted with the suffix of -paw. Elmpaw was ecstatic when the leader of SkyClan herself was going to train him, but he was slightly disappointed when he found out he wasn't going to get any special leader training. He worked hard to become the best at everything, but we all know that isn't possible. He was good at hunting, but only good enough. He was less than pleased that his sister, however, was an exemplary hunter. There were few prey animals that could escape her grasp. However, Elmpaw found talent in combat practice. The technique and tricks came easily to him, and he found it easy to come up with moves on his own, thinking quickly on his feet. Elmstar became very competitive with his sister, challenging himself to be better than her in all ways possible.
It wasn't long after the apprentices turned 13 moons old that they became warriors. Elmpaw became Elmcloud, and Swallowpaw became Swallowtail. Ashpaw, lingering in training due to her disorder, could not join them, however. The first moon of being a warrior was a bit of a disappointment also. He was surprised he wasn't immediately swarmed with females, given an apprentice, or named deputy. The leader was on his second-to-last life, after all, and Elmcloud had total faith in his father to name him deputy after he became leader. Elmcloud spent most of his time on patrols, trying to prove himself the leader he dreamed of being. When he gave tips and advice to other warriors or apprentices, they usually didn't listen to the young warrior, much to his disappointment. However, soon they'd have a reason to.
After the rats were defeated long ago under the leadership of the great Leafstar, more and more dangers were creeping into their territory, no longer afraid. Some of the worst contenders were the foxes. They were bold, courageous, and often came into the territory in groups. They were becoming more and more hostile as the moons wore on. When Elmcloud was about 21 moons, the worst attack occurred. A large skulk of foxes attacked the SkyClan camp in the gorge. They were vicious and unrelenting. They had come for one thing and one thing only: to exterminate the cats. Elmcloud fought for everything he'd ever lived for, everything he'd ever known. He wouldn't let everything he'd once known be left in ruins. He had a clan to lead. While some helped evacuate the caves and save the lesser portion of the clan, Elmcloud attacked with full force, and with the help of the other SkyClan warriors killed two foxes and chased out the rest. The damage was immense. Almost the entire camp was in ruins, and many cats had died, including Ashpaw. A fox had tried to go after a queen and her kits, so while they got away, Ashpaw fought it head on and alone. She lay dying in the clearing, and at the last moment, the leader, once he recovered from his lost life, named her Flamingash for her burning desire to help her clan. She was greatly mourned and revered in her clan, but they had to move on. They had to go somewhere safe before the foxes came back.
This was only the beginning of SkyClan's downfall.
Elmcloud and his clan pushed onward, sheltering in a nearby forest. They needed help, refuge, and shelter. This was no place for the remnants of their clan. Elmcloud, though young, became a figure of hope in the clan when Bearshine, his father, ran and hid from the danger. Elmcloud had become the new and improved version of his father, and you could tell Bearshine was threatened. As SkyClan pushed through their old territory, Bearshine's hate grew for his son. It only took a little for the bubble to burst. There were rumors going around the clan as they traveled, rumors about Bearshine being replaced. There was only so much the aging tom could take. Soon after the damaged clan had passed through the territory that used to belong to all four clans, now a super highway, SkyClan reached its lowest point.
Bearshine, Elmcloud, and a few of his followers went on a hunting patrol with the leader. Bearshine wanted to split up so they could find more food, so Elmcloud went his own way. However, only minutes after he'd left, a bloodcurdling screech filled the forest. Elmcloud ran back to the rest of the group where they were huddled around the dead body of the leader. We heard the scream, ran back, and he was like this, said Bearshine. Probably a fox. Elmcloud would've believed them if there was no scent of fox in the air and if he hadn't seen the bloodstains on the other cats' paws and muzzles. You did this, you fox-hearted fiend! Elmcloud screeched. He threw himself at his father, who easily tossed him off. We could easily kill you too, you know, if we wanted to, but you're a valuable piece of our plan. Bearshine then revealed their entire plan to them, Elmcloud standing there filled with dark and loathsome feelings. They'd have made one of their own deputy if it wouldn't have looked so suspicious, so why not choose the clan's inspiration, their hope, to become deputy? Elmcloud had no other choice. He was strong, but he couldn't take out all of them. He became part of their plan, but not without a plan of his own.
When he returned to their camp for the night, he told Swallowtail everything. At first she didn't believe him, but soon she realized it all made sense. They devised a plan together, a plan to save SkyClan from darkness. Bearshine soon named himself Bearstar, and even though he had not yet received his nine lives, he proclaimed himself leader. Soon after, he made Elmcloud deputy of SkyClan. This was what he had wanted, yes, but not this way. Even if he had to give up his position, he would do what was right for his clan. Even if he was exiled, he would know he'd done the right thing. With these thoughts, Elmcloud and Swallowtail revealed everything to the clan, leaving Bearstar outraged and betrayed. The clan suddenly came together as one for the first time in moons to subdue the fake leader. Bearstar and his groupies were exiled from the clan, never to be seen from again.
It was after this event, when Elmcloud was 29 moons old, he became leader of SkyClan. It was finally his moment, and he felt like part of him was complete. Now, all he wanted was the best for SkyClan, to find them a home. He pushed onward, past the mountains, past the sea, until he finally came upon the lake. Reunited with the other clans, Elmcloud visited StarClan for the first time, received nine lives, and became Elmstar, but with these tokens of honor, he received a prophecy, an omen of SkyClan's fall. Elmstar, terrified but determined, has been waiting for the event ever since.
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[classy=title]other[/classy][classy=text]Diablo stalked along the stream, hoping to find something he could sink his claws into. For all he knew, he wasn't in ShadowClan territory, but he was on some other clan's land. Not like he cared in the first place. He just needed something to kill, to waste, and by what some ratty she-cat had told him, this was the place to find it. He saw a large fish swim by and smiled evilly. His one good eye followed it as he raced along the streams edge. Suddenly it stopped, and Diablo jerked to halt. He waited for the right moment then -- WHAM! He dove in, viciously assaulting the fish. He wrestled with it before bringing it up to the surface. It was almost as big as he was. He hissed at the now dead fish and sunk his claws into it, ripping the flesh into scraps of meat.
This fish wasn't worth eating anymore, but that wasn't why he had come here. He needed information; something that these cats knew about ShadowClan that he didn't. However, he wasn't gonna do it the polite way; Diablo never was one for talking. He was going to let them know he was there and force it out of them when they came to boot him off the territory. He could take down at least one.
Diablo stopped for a minute and listened with two of his ears - the extra two didn't work in the first place. He heard voices -- cats' voices. The tom smiled evilly; this was his chance. He crept up behind the bushes and spotted his victims. There was a large gray tom and a small silver she-cat. The she-cat looked young; she wasn't worth his time. The large one, however, looked like he would know a thing or two. He watched him for a few moments, and when the tom turned around, sensing Diablo's presence, he stepped back wards, allowing the tom to think all was fine. Then the cat showed weakness. He was precariously balancing on his hind legs; a position he could easily be taken down from if attacked from behind. Diablo crouched and let out a fearsome battle cry and launched himself onto the tom. He landed squarely where he had hoped and began scrabbling his claws on the stunned tom's back. Settle down and this will end quickly! He hissed into the tom's ear and snarled at the young she-cat daring her to stop him.
If any of you were wondering, Flamingash was affected with cerebrellar hypoplasia. When Tawnyowl was carrying Flamingash, she was exposed to the feline panleukopenia virus (FP). Though she did not become ill, it left a lasting impact upon Flamingash by giving her a general lack of balance and coordination, thus causing her to be unable to escape the foxes in the attack. The virus is not a genetic disease, so Elmstar's or Swallowtail's posterity will not develop it, unless, of course, they become exposed to it.[/classy]
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| [atrb=width,450,true][th][atrb=valign,center][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 4px;][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,4,true] elmstar, [age=05/27/2009] - TOM - SKYCLAN - LEADER |
[tr][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px;][classy=title]appearance[/classy][classy=text]A long-furred dark brown tabby tom with hazel eyes.
Descending from a family of purebred Maine Coons, Elmstar has all of the typical traits. He is substantially larger than the average forest cat, with a thick, muscular body and large paws. He's built for strength, made for climbing, endurance, and combat. His nose is a liver coloration edged with brown, and his paw-pads are thick and black. His fur is a moderate length, neither short nor very long. His tail is very bushy and feathery, and he has long hair on the back of his legs, called britches. His fur is very shaggy around his stomach and chest. His forehead is rounded, and he has a slightly concave nose. His ears are wide-set and have tufts of fur at the tips.
Elmstar's coloration is also charasteristic of a Maine Coon, and it suits him well in his surroundings. The spectrum of his fur ranges from a pale lilac to a rich dark brown. His tabby markings are almost black and weave themselves in a classic tabby pattern. Elmstar's eyes are a vibrant green and are large and rounded. Technically, his eyes are hazel, but they appear to be green.[/classy]
[classy=title]personality[/classy][classy=text]Elmstar is brave and loyal[/b]. Elmstar would go to the ends of the Earth and back for his clan. He would give up all of his lives and many more for the ones he cares about. Once you've acquired his trust ― and this is no small task ― he will be right by your side until the very end. However, if you break his trust or hurt his clan, there is practically no chance of you getting it back. Elmstar is fearful of things, but when it comes to his clan, he's willing to put the fears behind him in order to do what's right. One of his greatest fears, acquired when he was a kit, is of spiders. Yes, our big brave leader is afraid of spiders. No one could explain why, not even his parents. Thankfully, he has managed to overcome this fear, but only to an extent. When he was a kit, he used to go tearing across the camp at the sight of one, but now he manages only to stay at a tail-length away.
Elmstar is temperamental and moody[/b]. It isn't hard to make Elmstar angry. He's easily irritated and can often lash out at others. At the same time, Elmstar can often be described as melodramatic. His emotions are often so exaggerated, cats think he's faking it. However, this is not the case. When Elmstar feels something, he just lets it out, even if it is completely out of proportion to the situation. Sometimes he can be downright rue. He's often sarcastic and snarky, and is never afraid to put you down. There are times where he's so enraged that he doesn't realize he's hurting the cat with his words, and this can often drive others away.
Elmstar is ambitious. Elmstar wants the best for everything ― for his clan, his loved ones, and himself. He has always wanted the best for his clan ever since he became leader. However, Elmstar sets the bar high for himself. He wants to have the best, know the best, and be the best. He has an overwhelming urge to succeed and impress, and this often drives him to improve himself. However, no trait is perfect, and this will also lead him to making stupid mistakes while his judgment was clouded with ambition.
Elmstar is dominant and imperious[/b]. Elmstar always wants to be in charge. He loathes begin undermined or made a fool of in any way. He despises begin told what to do. Sometimes he can be quite bossy, getting impatient easily. He will always try to get the upper hand and try to become in charge of things that he simply cannot control. Rebellious and other imperious figures irk him to no extent, especially cats who challenge his authority.[/classy]
[classy=title]history[/classy][classy=text]
Elmkit, Elmpaw, Elmcloud, ELMSTAR
Our story begins in the gorge that originally belonged to SkyClan.
No one saw it coming. The love, the relationship, and the kits, they were all a surprise. No one could've predicted the relationship between the flamboyant Bearshine, deputy of SkyClan, and quiet Tawnyleaf, the ordinary day-warrior who didn't seem to fit in with the others. Some say it started the day Tawnyleaf left her two-leg owners for good, joining SkyClan as an official warrior, supposedly to be with him. Others say it started when Bearshine saved her from the fox that attacked the camp. No one knows the real story, and they probably never will. However, barely two moons after they announced becoming mates, Tanwyleaf was expecting Bearshine's kits. The tom couldn't have been more proud of himself and protective of his mate. He constantly tried to protect her from dangers that didn't exist, sometimes obsessively. He watched her closely when she was acting friendly with other toms and always tried to be in her patrol. It wasn't as if he thought she wasn't trust-worthy; he was paranoid hat other toms were jealous of his position and would try and hurt her because of it. However, his efforts were all worth it when his loving mate produced his kits safely.
Elmkit was born into a litter of three. His two other siblings were Swallowkit, a long-haired brown tabby she-cat with hazel eyes, and Ashkit, a mid-length blue tabby she-cat with yellow eyes. From the very beginning, Elmkit was the dominant kit. He took every opportunity possible to show his sisters he was boss. Swallowkit didn't go down without a fight, but Ashkit submitted easily. When the kits turned three moons, Elmkit and Swallowkit began noticing that Ashkit was a bit, well, weird. She had trouble walking and fell down a lot. While they were young kits, this was acceptable because they didn't know how to walk. However, she was constantly being unable to play with the other kits because she simply could not control her limbs. Her mother, worriedabout ehr daughter, took her to the medicine cat only to find that there was nothing she could do. After this, word got around quickly on her state. She was often excluded from playing with her denmates, and other queens often looked on at here with loathing, keeping their kits away from her in fear they'd catch the strange disease.
Other than his sister's strange habits, Elmkit had a pretty average kithood. While his mother was busy fussing over Ashkit, Bearshine spent every possible spare minute with Elmkit and Swallowkit. He taught them the basic things their mother didn't have time for: the Warrior Code, the history of SkyClan, and how their dad was to become leader one day. The idea of leadership had always excited Elmkit. Swallowkit was less interested, but Elmkit has his life set on it. It was his ambition, his obsession. He knew that that was where he was headed, that he was to become one of the greatest SkyClan had ever seen. Little did he know there was a dark path laid out ahead of him the day he set his sights on becoming leader of SkyClan.
The kits soon became apprentices, and even Ashkit was gifted with the suffix of -paw. Elmpaw was ecstatic when the leader of SkyClan herself was going to train him, but he was slightly disappointed when he found out he wasn't going to get any special leader training. He worked hard to become the best at everything, but we all know that isn't possible. He was good at hunting, but only good enough. He was less than pleased that his sister, however, was an exemplary hunter. There were few prey animals that could escape her grasp. However, Elmpaw found talent in combat practice. The technique and tricks came easily to him, and he found it easy to come up with moves on his own, thinking quickly on his feet. Elmstar became very competitive with his sister, challenging himself to be better than her in all ways possible.
It wasn't long after the apprentices turned 13 moons old that they became warriors. Elmpaw became Elmcloud, and Swallowpaw became Swallowtail. Ashpaw, lingering in training due to her disorder, could not join them, however. The first moon of being a warrior was a bit of a disappointment also. He was surprised he wasn't immediately swarmed with females, given an apprentice, or named deputy. The leader was on his second-to-last life, after all, and Elmcloud had total faith in his father to name him deputy after he became leader. Elmcloud spent most of his time on patrols, trying to prove himself the leader he dreamed of being. When he gave tips and advice to other warriors or apprentices, they usually didn't listen to the young warrior, much to his disappointment. However, soon they'd have a reason to.
After the rats were defeated long ago under the leadership of the great Leafstar, more and more dangers were creeping into their territory, no longer afraid. Some of the worst contenders were the foxes. They were bold, courageous, and often came into the territory in groups. They were becoming more and more hostile as the moons wore on. When Elmcloud was about 21 moons, the worst attack occurred. A large skulk of foxes attacked the SkyClan camp in the gorge. They were vicious and unrelenting. They had come for one thing and one thing only: to exterminate the cats. Elmcloud fought for everything he'd ever lived for, everything he'd ever known. He wouldn't let everything he'd once known be left in ruins. He had a clan to lead. While some helped evacuate the caves and save the lesser portion of the clan, Elmcloud attacked with full force, and with the help of the other SkyClan warriors killed two foxes and chased out the rest. The damage was immense. Almost the entire camp was in ruins, and many cats had died, including Ashpaw. A fox had tried to go after a queen and her kits, so while they got away, Ashpaw fought it head on and alone. She lay dying in the clearing, and at the last moment, the leader, once he recovered from his lost life, named her Flamingash for her burning desire to help her clan. She was greatly mourned and revered in her clan, but they had to move on. They had to go somewhere safe before the foxes came back.
This was only the beginning of SkyClan's downfall.
Elmcloud and his clan pushed onward, sheltering in a nearby forest. They needed help, refuge, and shelter. This was no place for the remnants of their clan. Elmcloud, though young, became a figure of hope in the clan when Bearshine, his father, ran and hid from the danger. Elmcloud had become the new and improved version of his father, and you could tell Bearshine was threatened. As SkyClan pushed through their old territory, Bearshine's hate grew for his son. It only took a little for the bubble to burst. There were rumors going around the clan as they traveled, rumors about Bearshine being replaced. There was only so much the aging tom could take. Soon after the damaged clan had passed through the territory that used to belong to all four clans, now a super highway, SkyClan reached its lowest point.
Bearshine, Elmcloud, and a few of his followers went on a hunting patrol with the leader. Bearshine wanted to split up so they could find more food, so Elmcloud went his own way. However, only minutes after he'd left, a bloodcurdling screech filled the forest. Elmcloud ran back to the rest of the group where they were huddled around the dead body of the leader. We heard the scream, ran back, and he was like this, said Bearshine. Probably a fox. Elmcloud would've believed them if there was no scent of fox in the air and if he hadn't seen the bloodstains on the other cats' paws and muzzles. You did this, you fox-hearted fiend! Elmcloud screeched. He threw himself at his father, who easily tossed him off. We could easily kill you too, you know, if we wanted to, but you're a valuable piece of our plan. Bearshine then revealed their entire plan to them, Elmcloud standing there filled with dark and loathsome feelings. They'd have made one of their own deputy if it wouldn't have looked so suspicious, so why not choose the clan's inspiration, their hope, to become deputy? Elmcloud had no other choice. He was strong, but he couldn't take out all of them. He became part of their plan, but not without a plan of his own.
When he returned to their camp for the night, he told Swallowtail everything. At first she didn't believe him, but soon she realized it all made sense. They devised a plan together, a plan to save SkyClan from darkness. Bearshine soon named himself Bearstar, and even though he had not yet received his nine lives, he proclaimed himself leader. Soon after, he made Elmcloud deputy of SkyClan. This was what he had wanted, yes, but not this way. Even if he had to give up his position, he would do what was right for his clan. Even if he was exiled, he would know he'd done the right thing. With these thoughts, Elmcloud and Swallowtail revealed everything to the clan, leaving Bearstar outraged and betrayed. The clan suddenly came together as one for the first time in moons to subdue the fake leader. Bearstar and his groupies were exiled from the clan, never to be seen from again.
It was after this event, when Elmcloud was 29 moons old, he became leader of SkyClan. It was finally his moment, and he felt like part of him was complete. Now, all he wanted was the best for SkyClan, to find them a home. He pushed onward, past the mountains, past the sea, until he finally came upon the lake. Reunited with the other clans, Elmcloud visited StarClan for the first time, received nine lives, and became Elmstar, but with these tokens of honor, he received a prophecy, an omen of SkyClan's fall. Elmstar, terrified but determined, has been waiting for the event ever since.
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[classy=title]other[/classy][classy=text]Diablo stalked along the stream, hoping to find something he could sink his claws into. For all he knew, he wasn't in ShadowClan territory, but he was on some other clan's land. Not like he cared in the first place. He just needed something to kill, to waste, and by what some ratty she-cat had told him, this was the place to find it. He saw a large fish swim by and smiled evilly. His one good eye followed it as he raced along the streams edge. Suddenly it stopped, and Diablo jerked to halt. He waited for the right moment then -- WHAM! He dove in, viciously assaulting the fish. He wrestled with it before bringing it up to the surface. It was almost as big as he was. He hissed at the now dead fish and sunk his claws into it, ripping the flesh into scraps of meat.
This fish wasn't worth eating anymore, but that wasn't why he had come here. He needed information; something that these cats knew about ShadowClan that he didn't. However, he wasn't gonna do it the polite way; Diablo never was one for talking. He was going to let them know he was there and force it out of them when they came to boot him off the territory. He could take down at least one.
Diablo stopped for a minute and listened with two of his ears - the extra two didn't work in the first place. He heard voices -- cats' voices. The tom smiled evilly; this was his chance. He crept up behind the bushes and spotted his victims. There was a large gray tom and a small silver she-cat. The she-cat looked young; she wasn't worth his time. The large one, however, looked like he would know a thing or two. He watched him for a few moments, and when the tom turned around, sensing Diablo's presence, he stepped back wards, allowing the tom to think all was fine. Then the cat showed weakness. He was precariously balancing on his hind legs; a position he could easily be taken down from if attacked from behind. Diablo crouched and let out a fearsome battle cry and launched himself onto the tom. He landed squarely where he had hoped and began scrabbling his claws on the stunned tom's back. Settle down and this will end quickly! He hissed into the tom's ear and snarled at the young she-cat daring her to stop him.
If any of you were wondering, Flamingash was affected with cerebrellar hypoplasia. When Tawnyowl was carrying Flamingash, she was exposed to the feline panleukopenia virus (FP). Though she did not become ill, it left a lasting impact upon Flamingash by giving her a general lack of balance and coordination, thus causing her to be unable to escape the foxes in the attack. The virus is not a genetic disease, so Elmstar's or Swallowtail's posterity will not develop it, unless, of course, they become exposed to it.[/classy]
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