Imma gonna get ya. (anyone)

Streak

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Like a thief in the night

The small tabby brown cat slowly slipped over the rocks, his ears perking slightly as he looked around. He had heard rumors of a new group of cats banding together. The clan cat elders gossiped a lot, especially in Thunderclan. He smiled slightly remembering how he had snuck near the camp and was never seen.
He slowly took in his surroundings again and relaxed a little. He could easily get away if he needed to. He was the fastest cat in the territory, but he figured that is any of these 'deathclan' cats were interested in him, maybe he wouldn't have to run.
He slowly padded forward letting his fur soak up the sun when a darted movement caught his eyes. He turned his head and his eyes focused on a snake, hissing and slowly lifting up.
"Hello there, little adder." he murmured, grinning almost insanely. He knew most cats would try to run away from the poisonous snake. He wouldn't. No, this was food and he wasn't about to give it up.
He stood still for the longest time before darting to the side. The adder followed him and he jumped up dodging the other way. The snake hissed and he jumped hard on it's back easily bitting down on it's neck killing it. He huffed slightly in triumph and picked up the dead reptile going to find these clans. Maybe they'd enjoy this present.[/center]

( I was actually going to start a board with Sharpclaw finding DeathClan. But if you want Streak and him can find it together if he wants to join. But if not we can have them meet and be enemies while Sharpclaw finds DeathClan on his own. Your choice XD I just needed an excuse not to make a board of my own )

<sup>Sharpclaw
A living mistake

Sharpclaw silently stalked the area of territory he walked across so much, each paw step seeming like he had stepped on the same speck of dirt a thousand times. It felt like this was his own territory. Like he owned each rock or grain of gravel.

Because for moons, walking the same territory over and over again, it did feel that way. Twenty-three moons have passed in this lonely patch of land, the only thing accompanying him is his shadow, and his surroundings.

And, his thoughts and regrets, of course. It was so long ago since that day, but it still lingered in his mind. And it seemed it would never leave, eating him away until there was nothing left but anger and sorrow. He would never know if he'd ever feel anything again.

Suddenly, Sharpclaw tensed. His ears perked to the sound of a quiet disturbance near by. Slowly and carefully, he sneaked into the scene, spotting a rather small cat grasping a limp snake in his jaws with a proud expression. Snorting, he calmly padding up to the lone tom, his eyes resting on him with no clear reaction to his presence.

He opened his mouth to speak before being noticed, but a better plan had crossed his mind. Sprinting past the cat, in a flash of dark fur he snatched the snake away, ending up on the other side of him a few fox-lengths away.

"Going somewhere?"</sup>

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Streak

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Like a thief in the night

Streak jumped and let out a startled yowl as another cat darted by, snatching the snake out of his jaws. Anger filled him as his eyes focused on the large reddish-brown tom. He extended his claws slightly and bared his teeth.
"Who business is it if I'm going somewhere?" he growled, his fur rising slightly. "Can a cat not roam an area and not be attacked for wanting food?"
Streak could feel his temper rising, which in turn made his tail, ears and paws twitch more than usual. His paw jerked violently which sent him staggering a little and his ears perked every which way, all different sound beckoning him. He wanted to go so badly but this tom had taken his food. He wouldn't let him get away.[/center]

<sup>Sharpclaw
A living mistake

Sharpclaw realized that the tom was a short-tempered one, stubbornly staying in his tracks in order to take his prey back. Even though all his instincts protested in fleeing away from the scene. Just as he thought, he'd stay for the prey.

"My name is Sharpclaw. I need information from you. That's all." Sharpclaw announced, remaining calm. "Answer it truthfully without a fight, and this snake is as good as yours." Sharpclaw switched positions, his muscles ready for any sudden movement to come. Just in case the tom had decided to run for the prey.

Prepared, he twitched his whiskers. "Do you know anything about this new "DeathClan" and where their whereabouts are located?"</sup>

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Streak

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Like a thief in the night

Streak looked at the tom switching from paw to paw. If he just answered those questions he could have the snake. Hmm.....sounded good to him but he figured there was a catch. However, his mind was to spastic to care. If the tom attacked him he would swipe the snake and run. There was no way the tom could catch him alone.
"Deathclan's a bunch of rouges who are getting together to fight the clans....though i doubt they'll win..." he said running a paw over his ear quickly a few times. "They're here somewhere in these rocks. I was looking for the flea bags before you too my gift."
He sort of snapped the words then scratched at a itching spot behind his ears. It was driving him nuts![/center]

<sup>Sharpclaw
A living mistake

Sharpclaw nodded in appreciation, then threw the limp prey with a whip of his jaws, the prey landing right infront of Streak's paws. Swiftly, he leaped from the hill he was standing on, dropping below infront of the smaller tom.

"Why don't I accompany you to the newly made group of rogues? We don't have to be allies. I just wish an escort. We can safely confront the rogues if there are two cats instead of one. Don't you agree?"</sup>

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"The Hunter"
^{Dancing with the Devil}


The scent of two cats on his clan's territory attracted Hunter. As always when out seeking new clan members he kept the scent of pine needles about him. It was his way of keeping himself safe from any unwanted accusitions. These two toms were speaking of his clan, Deathclan. So they were gaining a name. He smiled, it was a cold smile that didn't reach his yellow eyes.

Finally he moved forward. "Hello." he mewed. "I am The Hunter, leader of Deathclan." He said, his voice a silken purr. "I could not help but overhear you were seeking me." He paused.

"Tell me, what are your names?" He asked, he sighed a little... more toms. He knew if Deathclan was to survive they would need she-cats soon.

( Bleh when you said she-cats I just remembered I need to make DeathClan's healer too >_< )

<sup>Sharpclaw
A living mistake

Sharpclaw narrowed his eyes at the newcomer, a growl rumbling through his throat. Facing the black cat he snarled, "Are you that desperate for new members of your pitiful Clan? I bet you would invite a mouse to the Clan if you could."

Snorting, he continued with a cold glare. "My only purpose is to see what this 'DeathClan' is really about. You do serve a purpose other than taking over the deceased Riverfang's territory, am I right? She was too foolish to run a pack of rogues and own territory." Sharpclaw sighed.

Deciding to at least introduce himself he meowed, "My name is Sharpclaw, a former warrior of ThunderClan. I've been wondering around these lands for moons, and it seems DeathClan might be the purpose I'm looking for to live on in these wastelands. It's just a matter of my opinion on the Clan to see if I'm right or wrong."</sup>

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"The Hunter"
^{Dancing with the Devil}


"Taking over, my dear tom, you really have no idea what we are about." He smiled a little. "We are simply cats who have banded together in this harsh land lest we die. We laugh in the face of death for together we are strong. I was simply out hunting and overheard you two talking. Anyway, you are on Deathclan territory right now." He added, lashing his tail.

He paused and listened. "A former warrior of Thunderclan." he said. "You are welcome to stay with us, as are you." He looked at Streak.

Streak

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Like a thief in the night

Streak tilted his head slightly as the large tom padded over. So this was the leader of Deathclan. His ears and tail twitched slightly and his eyes darted toward the snake. He tried keeping his mind focused, but a movement from the rocks made his head jerk. He watched the lizard basking on the rock for the longest time then pulled his gaze away looking at The Hunter.
"You don't ask many questions....Moriarty says it strange when a cat never asks questions." he murmured more to himself. Something was telling him to wait, but he ignored that feeling like he always did. He wanted to join this clan. And he was sure he could help.[/center]