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Post by Enobaria on Apr 30, 2011 15:09:39 GMT -6
((Because there are only two people here anymore, and from different gangs, I'm posting here. If it's against the rules, well, too bad. Don't care. )) Enobaria was walking around. Outside. Outside, referring to outside of the limits that Zexion had put on the gang. And the best part was, she didn't care. Zexion wasn't enforcing the rules, and she was bored, sick of watching bloody conflict. Screw Zexion's law, I'm going to trespass. If I die, then whatever. Can't be worse than this place. However negetive the thought was, it was true. She was walking around some run down place outside of a small grove of dead trees. Rather dismal, if you asked her, and for some reason, no one ever did. She probably should have stopped walking when she smelled blood mixed with cat scent, but she was outside of the gang's area for the first time in her life, and she wasn't about to turn around because of the mere possibility of a fight. She was actually sort of excited about the prospect of one- she handn't fought any cat since her last promotion in the gang, whether that was luck or a plan of the twolegs she wasn't sure, but she was more than ready. Having circled around the huge dome twice already, the scent of cat was getting stronger. Enobaria decided to check out a few of the more interesting areas of this place before she went on to another one. The possibility of this being Fang Gang territory was too good for her to leave yet. Slipping into a weird looking space with broken glass all over, Enobaria recoiled at the overpowering smell coming from it. One smell. This must be one cat in particular's nest. The only cats who ever get to sleep alone are the head alphas. This is way cool! Enobaria jumped on top of a large box in the room that smelled of twoleg food. Disgusting, no doubt, but food was food. She wouldn't steal any, but she thought that maybe she could sit a while and decide what to do next. Zexion would so kill me if he knew I was here... Enobaria thought to herself. Aloud, she said in a whisper to herself, "-and notice how I don't care." Right after she said that, the same scent that the room reeked grew, if possible, stronger. A shadow outlined the floor of the entrance. Enobaria gasped, and stopped breathing. Whoever lived here was about to discover an unwanted visitor. She unsheathed her steel claws, and prepared to fight, though if this was an alpha, she now was hoping it wouldn't come to that.
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Post by Snap on May 1, 2011 10:39:07 GMT -6
He was napping lazily in his nest. His view of headquarters was amazing -he could see everyone within it. Some cats were fighting or training, but most were hunting, eating, or gathering since it was right around when the Twolegs got done with their dinner. The lower ranks of his Gang had brought him some fat mice to eat in exchange of their own lives a little earlier on in the day. They were good, his belly was full, and overall, he was in a good mood. He snuggled deeper into the soft pillow he laid on with his legs hanging in the air. Snap licked the remaining blood off his paws and cleaned his muzzle. He had always been a messy eater. "Hey watch it!" a voice said down below, moving through bodies of starving cats to get towards him. One of the Betas was coming. Strange, because he shouldn't have any more visitors today. "Move it! Outta the way, furball! Do you want me to rip your throat out?" Snap sighed and shifted so he lay on his belly. Once the Beta was in front of him, the lower-ranked tom ducked his head in respect and lowered his gaze the the ground. Very few ever challenged his gaze. There were rumors within his home that if you looked at his green eyes directly, you would catch every bit of his craziness. "What is so important for you to interrupt my evening snooze, buttercup? Get on with it." Snap prompted, flicking his tail in annoyance. The Beta scowled at his new nickname, but didn't look up as he replied "A she-cat from Claw Gang approaches the Headquarters alone sir. Should we send a small patrol to kill her?" The Head Alpha's ears picked up and his pale green eyes glinted with curiosity. Strange for Zexion to send only one of his cats here. Alone, unprotected. Or maybe she was a gift? For food or for mating? Or even better. She was a rebel. "No... let her be. I want to see her. I want to see what she's here for... let no one harm her and let no one revel themselves. I want to see how this works out. I want to have some.... fun. Snap said. The Beta nodded and ran off, yowling his instructions to the rest of his Gang. ~***A few minutes later***~ The she-cat had actually wondered all the way to his den. HIS den! This will be fun. I might not even kill this one. I admire her bravery to venture this far. he thought. She hoped on top of the snack machine, and she must have no noticed that she was speaking her thought when she meowed "-and notice how I don't care." Snaps tail curled up in amusement and he took his place for his grand entrance. His nest was on a cleft on top of the entrance to the room. the Head Alpha clicked the light behind him on, and he sat up in front of it and yowled "Hey there sweetcheeks!" as he casted a shadow down on the ground below. Snap hoped off his perch and landed with a loud thump. He was heavier than most cats because of his muscle. He liked to think that he resembled a miniature Tiger than a buff house cat. He moved snake-like towards her, and opened his mouth to take her scent. His metal teeth glistened with silva into a Cheshire-like smile. They were curved slightly to hook onto flesh. He hoped he would scare her. It's not like the she-cats tiny metal claws could hurt him that much. He had gone against cats much stronger from Claw Gang anyways. He stopped in front of her as he introduced himself. "I am SNAP!" he lunged towards her, and quickly clamped his jaws to make a loud and deadly CLINK with his teeth just inches from her skull. "I am the Head-honcho around these parts, kit. And you have entered my domain. You DARE?" Snap said, yowling the last word of his sentence. He smoothed out his pelt and sat down, suddenly calm. As if he were sitting in front of a long-time friend. "So," he said with a inside-appropriate volume "What is your name and why are you here? You must be a sneaky little thing, finding your way here without a scratch, hmm? Did my friend Zexion send you? But why alone? You are far to pretty to be padding around these parts, precious." Snap flicked his tail at her nose, and then let is drape over her shoulders. He expression looked somewhere between curious and worried, but switched to giddy joyfulness quickly. "But I was getting lonely all by myself in here! Maybe we can play a... game or two?"
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Post by Enobaria on May 1, 2011 19:14:43 GMT -6
"Hey there sweetcheeks!"
Enobaria froze when a huge cat leaped down from some hidden niche near the entrance. it was a giant tom, muscular. Enobaria was about the size of this cat's leg. He opened his mouth, showing off the trademark of the rival gang- Fang Gang. This cat was living proof of their fitting name, he had razor sharp, curved teeth, plated with steel. Alright, I'm dead. Nice knowing you, everyone. The cat shocked her when he lunged towards her head and instead of cleaving it right off of her shoulders, he snapped his jaws shut mere inches away from her skin. As he did this, he shouted, far too loud for their setting, "I am SNAP!". Enobaria was shaking at this point, but was determined not to show it. Muttering, she said sarcastically, "I can see. And I really don't care."
This was followed by, "I am the Head-honcho around these parts, kit. And you have entered my domain. You DARE?" Enobaria braced herself for a fight, or at least an injury on her part. This cat is angry... And huge. Did I mention huge? Right when she was about to deliver the sharp retort that was on the tip of her tongue, Snap suddenly became quite calm, and sat down as if he was confiding in a good friend. What the...? This cat is completely mental! As if to prove her point, he said in a normal voice, "What is your name and why are you here? You must be a sneaky little thing, finding your way here without a scratch, hmm? Did my friend Zexion send you? But why alone? You are far to pretty to be padding around these parts, precious." Then, here he actually had the nerve to flick his tail at her nose and drape it around her! "I was getting lonely all by myself in here! Maybe we can play a game or two?"
Enobaria hissed at the strange cat. She swiped her steel claws at Snap's tail to get it off of her, and secretly hoping she would shred some of his skin on the way. Still standing, she looked the older cat in the face, the gold in her green eyes blazing. Even with her fur fluffed out and standing up as straight as she could be, she still didn't even meet the top of Snap's head when he was sitting.
"My name is Enobaria, though most just call me Eno. I'm an Epsilon of Claw Gang." She glared at him, daring for the usual look of surprise that a cat who would be small for an Omega could be such a rank. Almost all had that look when they first met her- the look that made them think she would be easy to knock out in a fight. The look that made them think she had gained this rank because of favoritism. Then she'd tell them about the story behind the scar she now carried on her jaw. They weren't so keen to mess with a kit who had taken down a twoleg's dog then. "I wasn't sent by anyone, least of all Zexion. I came by myself because I was sick of bloody nights- I wanted to have some fun. I'm alone because I have no friends to bring- friendship is a waste of time in my gang. Anyone can tell you that." She snarled in response to his last few statements. "Now that we have that established, you must know by now that I'm NOT here to fool around- I'm not some peace offering to breed with, so get that out of your head, Snap. She said the tom's name with contempt in her voice. Realizing that if she were an intruder talking to Zexion this way she would be soon nothing more than a bloody mass on the floor, she grudgingly said, "But I'll stay if you make me. For a little while. But get it through your head, I'm not going to be here permenantly, even if I die fighting my way out!" Her fur was bristling as she said this, part out of anger, part out of fear. He's so... unpredictable.
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