Swamp Candles [Open]

[talltale]

WRENSHADOW
She-cat || 36 Moons || Warrior

A bright orange-gray moon radiated beams of dim soothing light that light up the looming fog all about the shadow in the marsh until it looked like she was surrounded by plums of fire. The fog rolled over itself in silent paths of chilling solitude as the she-cat place paw before paw on her straight and narrow path. Only two sounds were heard that night, the quiet sloshing of her paws through the knee-deep water and the shrill cry of a lone Marsh Wren.

The cat's large lilac ears swiveled on the top of her head as she listened to the cry, but it didn't interest her. She wasn't hungry. She only hunted when she was hungry. She would catch something for her, and since there was a rule that she had to feed her clan first she would catch a second prize to drop upon the miserable pile back in camp. Of course calling her second effort of the day a prize was more than a generous title. Those rat-tailed cats didn't care about her, so why did they deserve her dedication? The answer was simple. They did not.

At the though her swivling ears flew flat against her skull and the tip of her tail lashed like a whip striking the surface of the water which caused the Marsh Wren to shriek in alarm and it's fluttering wings could be heard beating among the cat-tails and Swamp Candles. As the bird flew in a panic above the lilac she-cat's head
she watched it with blue-violate eyes and it's shadow danced across her pelt as if for name's sake

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thanks Rach from HEREdelusional

[valkyrie]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — NOW I'M AT YOUR DOOR STEP, AND NOT FOR SUGAR. LET'S PLAY A LITTLE GAME, YOU RUN, HIDE AND I SEEK AND KILL Sentinels and barren pines rose all around him, towering green-clad spears thrusting toward the sky. The forest floor was a bed of fallen needles as thick as the Palace walls, littered with pine-cones and choked by a caliginous grey fog. Silent, Bane padded lazily through the emerald gloom, weaving in and out amongst the trees. Too many, the dismal land of bogs proved treacherous to those not accustomed to it, but he’d been a child borne into the mist. Its winding passageways came to him like Riverclanners came to water. His ears pivoted to the eager chatter of the forest, jaw twitching open to drink their scents. High in the trees, an owl hooted—hwoooo, hwoooo, plump and pompous upon its bracken throne; to the East, a mother fox wailed mournfully for her kits, and the patter of tiny feet scraped listlessly through the undergrowth in the form of rats and mice and frogs. Like him, the woodland was alive, eager and buzzing with midnight oil, though none quite as hungry for blood as he.It was no uncommon thing to see the loner out on his nightly escapades. When the cloak of darkness fell, he much preferred to stalk alone beyond the lush, warm walls of his homestead to answer the evening’s calls. A terror by night, a terror by day, he’d often smirk while enforcing the principle; “Evil never sleeps.” And right he was. There was far too much fun to be had when the woods were choked with mist, fog thick enough to smother. Stormy darks bred stormy dreams, and Bane did so adore being hailed as the stuff of nightmares. His lips twisted, curling fondly—his presence betrayed only by the glow of those bright, golden eyes. They looked almost molten in the darkness as he dropped to a prowl, and slid slinkily through the thicket on his haunches. He was hungry, though not for rabbit, toad or sickly carrion. This new forest offered him other such delights to wet his palette. Like a fat litter of newborns for instance, that he had all intention of taking for his own. Silent as a shadow in the oppressive haze, if left undisturbed, he’d be in and out within minutes and in the morn a cacophony of wailing she-cats would cry out in his wake! The big tom cackled. What great fun it was being a monster; yet he couldn’t always be the monster his body longed to be. He had only rare moments like these to become the darkness within him. Otherwise he was acting very “model” like to teach his daughter that she didn’t have to be as evil as he. He didn’t wish for her to think that was the only thing in life, evil. He often wished evil hadn’t sought him out and conquered him but then again he wouldn’t be as fun as he would soon be. He paused effortlessly silent in his motions as his ears caught the vibrations of what would be paw steps from a cat and the sudden flapping of wings from a wren crying out. Parting his lips to inhale the scent fully he let out a small purr of amusement, a she-cat was nearby and she smelled delicious. Alternating his position to line up with the direction of which the scent had led him, he heard the whistling of the small stream before he saw the dark depth of liquid. His eyes rose to catch the sight of the light that flicker in all the darkness’s power. The petite silver she-cat was beautiful, and so young. He could tell by the glow in her odd blue violet colored eyes that she wasn’t as old as her stance showed. He purred in amusement as he slipped through the tall damp grass. Making his presence known to the female as her tail slashed about the air aggressively, “Who are you trying to scare little cat the monsters that lurk at night?” He spilled out his voice soft and amused as he settled a few tail lengths away from her. He slithered forward with the grace of a snake, as he closed the distance between him and his new prize. He couldn’t wait to place claim on this one, she was unique to say the least even if he soon found out that her personality didn’t match those exotic eyes. He grunted in amusement she held an exotic frame, slender his and a full chest, his urge to make her submit to him and allow him to mark her body with his glory drove him further. She would be one of the few females to be graced with his kits on this night, whether she longed for it or not. Bane flashed a crooked smile as his eyes traced her physique waiting for her voice to ring into his ears like a lullaby he had never heard. TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[talltale]

WRENSHADOW
She-cat || 36 Moons || Warrior

As her Marsh Wren flittered about above her head and disappeared into the veiling night the she-cat’s ears swiveled at the sound of creeping feet. With large ears came the ability to hear those coming from far away, the ability to not be surprised in your own home land. Not here, not in the swamp. If a single flea leapt out of place she knew about it. Officially this was Shadowclan, but no clanmate knew the land like she did. Before the boulder of a tom even appeared to her eyes or even before she had to open her maw revealing her pink tongue to taste the air, she knew he wasn’t supposed to be there. She knew that today was different than all the rest of the days. Today she was going to meet someone that just wasn’t going to leave her alone. She wasn’t interested, she didn’t care what he was here for and she didn’t even care to defend the borders of her clan’s land. At first the silken she-cat debated turning the other way and disappearing into the night but she stood where she was in the water, the moon’s dancing lights creating shapes with the shadows that played on her pelt amongst her stripes. Eyes glowing in the darks she turned them to the brush and waited for this mystery shadow to unveil itself before her.

A mass of dark multi-shaded fur pushed through the reeds and began to speak. Honestly Wrenshadow paid very little attention to him, her ears tilting back in something remotely hostile but not entirely unlike boredom. Just because he was big didn’t mean he was bad, even if he thought he was. He thought he was tough and swave, she could see it on his face but she didn’t give him a second thought. She didn’t have time for toms like him and if he thought he was going to get her attention? He could very much forget it. If he thought he could take her by force? He was going to end up with bleeding ears and a hurt ego. IT was her specialty after all.

“Who are you trying to scare little cat the monsters that lurk at night?”

“Scare?” She echoed, her voice like smooth water over round river rocks and her tail swishing slowly above the water’s surface to a soft 4/4 rhythm. The night almost seemed to play to her beat, the land almost seemed to respond to her subtle movements, “I’m not trying to scare anyone, if I was you wouldn’t have to ask who I was trying to scare.” She retorted her voice remaining at a steady indifferent level.

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thanks Rach from HEREdelusional

[valkyrie]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — NOW I'M AT YOUR DOOR STEP, AND NOT FOR SUGAR. LET'S PLAY A LITTLE GAME, YOU RUN, HIDE AND I SEEK AND KILL She was a challenge, and she had it written all over that expressionless face as if she was forcing herself not to produce emotion. He smirked in amusement; she was one of those types of she-cats. Those bitter she-cats that developed such an unpleasant personality because of a few negative things had fallen into their life. He wasn’t technically judging her more so examining her. Yet either way you saw she was an old grumpy soul produced by tragedies. Not that he saw himself as some, formidable example of what a creature of his species should be. He was a ruthless murderer and he valued everyone moment of it. However, he refused to walk around like some delusional bitten feline, causing atrocity for reason of their past or lacking in personal hygiene. No. He was content being what most called him or saw him as – an evil soul, rebirthed; the son of the devil – why they saw him in such a manner was no surprise. Seeing as Bane refused to embrace the anew word blossoming around him. He didn’t want to be depressed like the trend that seemed to be set a couple years back. He didn't want to put up a front as if he didn't enjoy the chaos he caused, or act as if he didn't have emotions. Nor did he want to float about acting as if he was pleased with the world all the time. Not to mention the cat had been born with the heart, soul and mind to remove worthless creatures from this earth. This was why he only found more laughs from watching this little she-cat. Bane couldn't read cats all the time but he could read through bullshit and well this she-cat held a lot of it up front. He wondered how many clueless toms she had frighten off when she spoke her voice neutral and uninterested. Which obviously wasn't the truth because Bane knew if she wasn't interested him in the slightest the she-cat would have disappeared way before he arrived to where she was settled. Therefore her act, (which he suspected to be the personality she carved to save herself) just made him want to prod for the more fragile parts of this petite beauty. That wasn't to say the massive calico had lost interest in her sexually, because if she gave him so much as a slither of a chance he wouldn't think twice. The man was a horny possessive beast by nature, so he wouldn’t turn down any sexual offer if it came from the opposite sex. Besides that, she suited fairly well to his standards of a mother that should bare his kits. Yet the tom knew that she was going to be one to dance around the fire with threats before finally getting fed up from the heat to lung forward. Whereas Bane wasn't afraid of the fire he embraced it and the orange-red light called to him, he’d jumped in and onto the one who provoked him. Now that was where many misunderstood his nature was how he performed his murders, he wasn't a psychotic fool. Bane had befriended “logic” a long time ago along with his friend name “patience”. This cat knew how to wait, when to strike, much like a poisonous snake, giving you warning in soft soothing sounds before they took what they had come for, your life. Bane had to admit though, she did play her cards right, whether she put up the barrier because of past issues or because it was in her nature, (which he doubted) she was something amazing to be tampering with. He couldn't wait to press all the buttons she held to seek what made her such the way this little dark queen claimed to be so proudly. Any tom in their right mind wouldn't even provoke her none the less stick around with her so very unwelcoming appearance, yet then again Bane wasn't in his right mind. He liked the little danger she held, and the worse she could possibly do was scratch or bite him. Unfortunately for her fighting didn't do much, it only sexually aroused the massive beast, he liked the pain he welcomed it, and his wife might as well be Death. How many times had he told death she could take him only to dance successfully out of her encompassing arms? The tom had too many times to count, and so this little she-cat wouldn't be any different. If she wished for a chase he would give it to her as Bane has never been and never will be one to back down from anything. This would explain all the scars he collected from forced lovers and bitter enemies. His train of thought paused only to absorb her with his senses. His golden pools hovered over her figure once again, she would certainly do well. She is an illustrious queen of night's fable. The arachnid of your nightmares, spindling thick webs of pristine twine. The night was always in her favor, the dark tones to justice to her own, and she waas like a ghost in the fog as the night air spills around you. A devil, temptress, the very feeling of a kind of evil that tears past the protective skin and sinks into bone. She was no friendly face albeit being quite the alluring one - her face shows shadow of a horrible doom to come. Of hell are her eyes, they seep through the thick darkness as if severed from her very being. She was almost emaciated looking with slender legs and thin hips, a stomach that curves into nothingness between supple thighs, and she was soon to be his, his little queen. She was a nightmare to him even if he ever had nightmares, anything dark was pleasant to him and anything other didn’t bother him. Bane loved it all, he lusted for it, and he wanted her anger, the snappy remarks soon to come. She was to be his and who was she to say she wouldn’t be? He would lure her into him yet he knew that would be quite the task as she had claimed her throne. Her little throne as, “no one's treasure” that shines like an angel in the dark of night. But she wouldn’t be able to stop him; she beckoned him to do such. Especially as she had made claim to the night as hers when he had been born in the darkness and she merely adapted to it. He could tell by the end of her remark and the glimmer in those pools of hers that she had done the same as his daughter had. She had made herself believe to never be mistaken for less of a woman, never mistaken for something of worth. Yet she was of value, an ancient value that she would only understand once she accepted him. He smiled faintly at the thought of it all; this would be quite the tale to recite once he had conquered like he knew he would. Therefore he allowed her to take the reins, allowing her to do and believe what she wished. Bane forced his smile to dip into a soon frown that never formed due to him unveiling another temptation, his voice all the same, after all why should he have to change the keys he played? He didn’t and he never would, “Such a tone you take, do not wish to have me within your presence? Longing for the lonely pit in your soul to force you away?” He mocked carefully dancing on the tips of his points as he always did. He couldn’t help it; it gave him a thrill even if he participant seemed indifferent why should that bother him? It didn’t make him angry it only made him wonder why? Bane had always been curious and whereas curiosity killed the cat, it seemed more as Bane killed curiosity. He inhaled deeply absorbing her scent into his nostrils catching the unpleasant smells of other cats, he had heard of the clans but hadn’t really cared for them. She must be a part of them unless of course she came with a flock of rouges she had formed herself but he highly doubted. “Names could be granted before you decide to go but if you’re so uninterested, I would suggest a leave more so from you but of course you could play the card of this being your land…” His voice dropped, polluting the marsh with that intoxicant baritone. The dead of night seem to pause as he spoke before the shiver tension relieved itself to the two cats. Except it didn’t radiate from them it was from the landscape, the marshes knew of trouble and it knew of disaster and therefore its radiance allowed him to know it approved of him in the least. Bane would fit in well at this murky home and he wouldn’t allow a grumpy she-cat shoo him off. Besides he was more likely to stick around now that his eyes had laid on such an alluring vex as her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: Wow crazy muse bum, I love rping him with her. I forgot how much I really did love ole Bane. TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[talltale]

WRENSHADOW
She-cat || 36 Moons || Warrior

Wrenshadow’s tail flicked impatiently from side to side and her face expression didn’t change as she watched the tom watching her. Analyzing her. Well, at least he was trying to. She was not an easy nut to crack and she was not going to have any part of this non-sense that was the plots he had whirling around behind that thick skull of his. If he thought she was just some poor little defenseless toy then he had a nasty surprise heading his way. Like the water that soaked through her fur to the skin on her legs Wrenshadow was subtle in her approach… for the most part. There were days when she would twist her tongue into nasty slippery sentences that cats always had a hard time replying too. She was a book of riddles, a star in the sky, as mysterious as she was beautiful. At least so all the other cats thought. Really Wrenshadow felt she was a simple cat. She hated everyone for hating her. What goes around comes around. You scratch my back I scratch yours… easy as that. She didn’t run for no one and she didn’t cower or cry. It just wasn’t her style. If she was hurt you’d never know it, however if she was angry… yeah, you’d know it.

The blue-violate eyes of the she-cat blinked slowly as she examined the tom, there were many thoughts in his eyes and he was clearly looking for a way to manipulate her. News flash buddy, it wasn’t going to happen. She was smarter than your average cat, in fact she prided herself in being smarter than her whole damn clan, maybe the whole damn forest! What did they do? They bounded about like kits in a game. They fought one another and hated one another and just kept poking one another’s nerves with sharp pointy sticks. What good was any of that doing anyone? She couldn’t figure them out. Perhaps that was why she never went to gatherings? All it was was kittish squabbling for hours on end. A perfectly good waste of a beautiful night. OH GREAT STARCLAN SAVE US! Save yourselves you sniveling whelps! Wrenshadow turned away from the massive calico for a moment and looked up to the skies, the little dots of light in the sky twinkled like white fire. She scanned the sky, starclan… They could be there… they could not be there but it wasn’t their job to solve the problems of the living. They had served their clans in their times of needs, they were like elders now. They had earned their rest.

She turned her eyes back to the intruding tom and her ears flicked waiting for him to speak again. If he had nothing more to say then he should really just have been on his way. Instead of speaking the tom just stared, eyes like pits of fire from the dark forest caressing her figure, tracing each stripe. He was beginning to get on her very short nerves. Her ears flattened and the heckles on her heck began to stand like little soldiers. She was no toy, and she was no little thing that a cat could just waltz in and claim. She was her own being, she who claimed the night and the very soul of the beasts she lay to rest. Crows had learned to follow her for their next meal, song birds cried ever louder when she arrived and the mist held her in a lover’s embrace. She was a ghost, untouchable, uncaptureable. The cool colors of her pelt contrasted the fire in her heart and the hostility that burned in her soul. No cat had tamed her, no cat would tame her! This tom was no different. He wasn’t special, he could pretend he was all he wanted, but he wasn’t.

“Such a tone you take, do not wish to have me within your presence? Longing for the lonely pit in your soul to force you away?”

She eyed him, of course she didn’t want him in her presence, what was he a complete rat-brained fool? Probably. How unattractive. That mongrel of a Windclanner that she had seen stalking the Thunderpath was more of an attractive buffoon than the one before her. “At least you got one point right.” She replied, “You are in my presence and without invitation. I am not in your presence as you don’t exist to me, a shadow under the light of the moon. No more significant than one breast feather on a pheasant.” She said her voice cold and rhythmic, she spoke in smooth wisps of words and sound. Sound that echoed like the mist itself was talking.

“Names could be granted before you decide to go but if you’re so uninterested, I would suggest a leave more so from you but of course you could play the card of this being your land…”

The mash was silent, still like a cold old stone covered in wet moss clinging to its surface for dear life. His voice was like an obnoxious boom of thunder though the still skies at dawn. She had one word for this: annoying. She didn’t like Thunder, it was loud and disruptive, it took away from the raw power of the lightning that followed. Hmm perhaps that’s why it was called Thunderclan, they were all bark, no bite. If they had bite they’d have called themselves Lightningclan. Oh well. Sucked to be them. “I don’t think your ears are worthy enough of my name, you’re no more interesting than a rolling bug and no more unique than every tom I’ve met. You all think you’re special, all think you’re great. You’re not. You’re all worthless.” She replied as usual in her irritated tone, “And this is my land, but it’s a big piece of land and I can find somewhere else to wonder.” She said turning her back to him and heading deeper into the marsh, her ears tilted back listening cautiously for the sounds of his paw steps following, or more importantly, attacking.

_{Tag// Bane.
Ooc// hope this works been writing a lot for school so my muse is suffering.}

thanks Rach from HEREdelusional

[valkyrie]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — NOW I'M AT YOUR DOOR STEP, AND NOT FOR SUGAR. LET'S PLAY A LITTLE GAME, YOU RUN, HIDE AND I SEEK AND KILL Bane let out a loud cackle as soon as she finished her small defiant speech. She seemed rather pleased with herself almost expecting for him to be angry and lash out at her for an attempt at ripping his pride away. But that was the mistake; Bane's pride came from all the lives he had taken not from little petty things such as one telling him such. Besides she couldn't shred his pride from his soul even if she put her whole life into the task. He had watched too many eyes spill into dullness, a final breath released from pale lips, to worry what this she-cat thought. That was perhaps her problem; all the cats she manages to dance with were sensitive allowing such words she threw like daggers to strike them exactly where she sent them. Foolishness was the result of such an act. He turned his attention to her actual words rather than the way she skewed them to his ears that had waited to the poison to drip upon them. Significance? Was that what she was worried about, to busy not realizing that she was projecting her own thoughts of herself into him. Her metaphor of the breast feather on a pheasant was more of herself related to her clan. If she died they would merely have someone to replace her just like a piece of fur ripped from the flesh it laid upon. Over time it would grow back and be replaced with healthier stronger hair and that was perhaps what bothered her. She was worthless in that little clan of hers if she did belong to it. Which he highly suspected she did, no common rouge would act like such as they usually did accept company when it came for a moment, unless they were bloodthirsty idiot or a house cat. Not to mention if he was that worthless no feline, who acts as her would take a breath on "the worthlessness" of him. He chuckled again, she was contradicting herself without realization and he loved it all. His thoughts danced onto the fact she compared him to other toms, which led the man to conclude perhaps she held difficult relationships with the opposite sex. That would also explain why he caught the aroma of raw innocence from her little frame, she had not once been mated. Especially considering the way she spun her words, it would frighten off even the bravest of hearts that tempted to lay her down. He had really come to that conclusion when she twirled her rear to his face to stalk away with those hips rolling casually tempting him to follow after, and of course he would but not just yet. After all she had taken him up on his offer of leaving, obviously annoyed with the fact he took interest in her just like any other male. But it wasn’t the interest he gave to her that aggravated her, she was pleased whether she would admit it or not. All she-cats were and for a she-cat to say she wasn’t would be to lie down like a snake in the grass and hiss trying to make one believe you were a snake. Yet the interest was late, she didn’t want them to pay attention to her now, she had wanted toe attention beforehand. Way before she came across the monstrosity that had taken a good amount of interest in her, she had wanted it as a kit and instead of dealing with the neglect the she-cat had swallowed it whole. Swallowed all the neglect she had been given and was now serving it back to anyone even if they weren’t involved in whatever crime was punishing cats for. But in truth she wasn’t punishing them, she was missing out on her life, she was missing out of the essence of the world. If she was going to do evil deeds at least have fun doing them and because you would love to not because you live by a rule of paying back what you receive. He smirked lightly not having the ability to provide empathy to one was handy currently as that was where everyone else went wrong. Providing empathy to a cat who didn’t want it, such fools those cats were. His paws rose slinking through the marsh noisily allowing her to know he was coming after her, what did he need to sneak for? He wasn’t hunting her and this wasn’t a game they were playing unless of course she wanted it to be. His paws splashed into the thick murky liquid as his body advance forward strongly. Her aroma filled his mouth fully, beckoning him to continue after her and that he did. It didn’t take him long to find her to come into view again, that tail she waving in the air like a mini flag as her hips swished from side to side in her natural movement. His eyes roamed over the lean legs masking muscles hidden underneath all that fur, a soft crooked smile spread across his face like ants over a fallen apple. “Darling don’t leave me I was just learn about you, I’d like to learn more. Such a rather interesting little flower, you’ve been neglected the sunshine you needed and now you just spit back the darkness that was given to you.” He drew his body closer, attempting to lessen the distance. She called to him like the sun called to the trees and the flowers she nurtured so effortlessly, or the moon to the lone wolf looking for a friend. He wasn’t looking for a friend, he wasn’t certain what he was looking for anymore at the moment but he was attempting to discover. Trying to find what lies underneath all that venom she had sucked dry from several snakes just so she could taste the venom she split to others later. This caused the massive calico to wonder what she was like in battle, not that he couldn’t handle her little form because she would put up and worthy fight, but whether she liked it or not he couldn’t be “taken down”. He lived for the blood, when they enter his senses it didn’t drain him it strengthen him, he was all for it. But he didn’t want to have to cause his delicate prize to have to be crumbled under his paw. He rather bring her pain in a different way, which? Well he hadn’t decided just yet, but he had to mark her sooner or later and he would eventually of course. “You have quite the ability of projection you know, that is if you do realize what I’m talking about. Yet you probably will then deny whatever I’m touching on, won’t you?” His voice laced with venom as he raised his paw out of the muck of the thick liquid. He loved playing passively with his words, besides what was the fun in being direct all the time? It would always take away from idiots trying to discover what one meant therefore he kept his words as such and hadn't changed them since. He knew she would snap at him again perhaps fro calling her darling or just touch on the fact he didn't seem to get he was worthless, but yet again that was her opinion. Opinions could always be changed and hers of him didn't matter to him, but her outlook on the world nipped at him wondering what made her such a way. Not to say he didn't like the way she was, as he was entirely enchanted he would never seek to change her but he always longed for why. And Bane always found out why when he longed for why, it was just natural whether it was years or days he did always find out the why he was looking for. That was the difference between him and the others, he wasn't seeking to change anyone not like many cats sought out to, he was more so looking for why and seeing if it added up correctly or if the cat was being obviously unreasonable. Despite his rashness with blood and war he was considerably reasonable when it came to decision outside of violence of course, that was where he lacked emotional output to outweigh his urge to do whatever desired, he lacked the small part of logic that would tap into the" consideration" that he supposedly had. That would explain why he was the way he was, but of course if you ever wish for the full story, just ask. Climbing out of his thoughts he glanced over his raised paw disgustingly, clearly dissatisfied but it wasn’t with the filth it was how less filthy it was than he would have imagined. He took the time to lower his body the thick liquid allowing it to cool his sides as he waited for her reply, his eyes gazing at a frog leaping from on rock to the next. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: Haha I love these two. Bane is BS-ing though, but if she can find his weak point then we'll see how these two end up. TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN