May Darkness Favor You (Iceclaw and supporters)

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=07071d] A tall mass of wood and frightening metal objects obstructed the path, blocking out the light of the dimming sun. The thing stunk of Twoleg filth, its wide and lofty stature casting a long shadow over the land. Odd metal contraptions, gleaming an unearthly silver, littered the paths that led to it. These paths were run-down and smelt of dirt, with weathered stones cluttering up the walkways. Other sharp things glittered underfoot. Amid this almost barren looking landscape, a dark tabby cat carefully trod over this mess. She padded in a dignified way, her head held high, tail streaming out like a geyser. Her bright amber eyes reflected the light of the dying sun, flashing brilliant shades of gold and scarlet. She walked languidly, sometimes bounding along jauntily, until she approached the Twoleg nest. Twoleg Domain. It was a dangerous place, sometimes crawling with the strange beings who glided upon just two legs, hence the name. Silverclaw often wondered how they could keep their balance; maybe it correlated with their strange, flat faces? But other times, it stood empty and abandoned, a mere shell giving off the slight reek of neglect. During those times, weeds would suddenly spring up from the dust, and rats would go pouring into the nest. Usually, they returned in leaf-bare. The silver-tipped she-cat swung her muzzle about to check for any cats who happened to be following her. A quick sniff revealed that a patrol had passed not long ago. She nearly gagged at the strong, pungent scent of the SoulClan cats. They smelled musty and dank, like they carried the scents of death with them. Which they probably did, she reminded herself. Carefully, she moved silent paws over the paths, her eyes narrowing as the sun began to dip behind the tall mountains that marked FrostClan territory. They were far off and distant, appearing hazy as though mist had descended upon it. Sharp rustling roused her from her stare of awe. She darted her head about until her eyes trained upon a small specimen – a young field mouse. Silverclaw crept closer. It was definitely not the sort of rabid rat that usually swarmed over these lands. She shot it a curious stare before it scurried off into the coming darkness. The waning light that washed over the terrain cast odd flickering lights onto its fur until it hopped down some little tunnel and vanished. The she-cat blinked a few times before turning back to the Twoleg nest. She hesitated a moment before melting into the shadows of the nest. There, she crouched by its side, wincing as its rough surface scraped her dark fur. Splinters showered over her as she poked her nose into the crevices between the slats of the nest. She was hunched over and leaning along the side of the construction, her eyes narrowed into slits. Hunkered down, she tucked her tail into her paws and waited for moonrise. “Silverclaw speaks” Silverclaw thinks Silverclaw does Word Count; 488 Tags; Iceclaw! OoC; Not as long as I was hoping.

[mayday]

the day was coming to an end, with daylight falling quickly in the early season of leaf bare it seemed the day has come and gone within a blink of an eye. today's weather wasn't very bad compared to many other leaf bares days and the animals around came our lurking for food and stretching their legs- including clan cat named Iceclaw. he was a fairly good looking feline, with long layered fur that was white as snow and eyes so pretty as bluer than the ocean itself. iceclaw's eyes shined with all his emotions, within his eyes was the key to all his feelings and how the cat would react, but on his face he'd fool you with smooth and cool words and lips pink and soft, and his eyes would glisten an innocent

look but behind showed evil that no one could explain and a tint of whatever else he was feeling at the moment. The feline was a cold blooded lair, from the way of life that he lived from the blood that ran through his veins- but that was okay for he was a good liar and a good liar never gave up their secrets to anyone- and barely to themselves. A good liar didn't let personal friendships come between him and them unless he or she was apart of the lie and they also knew the sinister plot behind the plan.

Purring, the cat walked like a king with a fancy gait to follow him. stalking the daylight, he came up to the twoleggers domain. licking his lips, the tom walked up slowly. looking around, he saw a body slide inside of a hole. smiling, he sniffed the air and a familiar scent came to mind. a smile reached across his maw as he got excited to see the tabby she cat. following her, iceclaw stood outside of the hole that she crawled inside of. poking his head inside of it, a purr came from him. Hello, Silverclaw. he said smoothly and with a flitrty tone to his voice. He was happy to see the tabby she-cat though she didn't belong to the clan no more, it was still a welcoming surpise to see her and he welcomed her with open arms.

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=07071d] Through the penetrating darkness, a ghostly white form emerged. It stepped coolly over the debris piled by the Twolegs, its movements relaxed and languid. It was a SoulClan tom, with a snowy muzzle that glinted silver in the moonlight, and bright blue eyes that rivaled even the nearby sea. He was a beautiful cat, but his beauty suggested something deadly beneath his handsome exterior. Nonetheless, a soft expression flickered briefly across Silverclaw’s face, and her heart fluttered a little. She was surprised he even came; she had presumed maybe he might forget, something. It seemed too good to be true that at least one portion of her plans was happening perfectly. Her mind wandered to her recent failures, and frustration bristled her neck fur. Iceclaw approached her, a small smile lighting up his striking features. He greeted her, his tone somewhere between distant and warm. The tabby she-cat’s dark eyes lingered on his form before she cast her gaze out into the dark night. A sigh escaped her. “Greetings, Iceclaw,” she murmured in response. Her paws slipped closer until they were a few mouse-lengths apart. A long silence ensued, awkward and quiet. “I’m glad you’re here,” she confessed at last, drinking in his fresh scent before realizing what she was doing and withdrawing a bit. Her stare seared holes into the earth by her paws. She wasn’t usually so nervous around toms, but Iceclaw had this intimidating aura about him that naturally made cats – no matter what gender – edgy. “So you consent to my idea? Once Thunderstripe is placed as deputy, I will join your Clan and oversee her promotion to leader. And Thunderstripe will be easy to manipulate. We advise her – thus, in a sense control her Clan – and no cat will argue that we are merging the four Clans into one!” she explained with satisfaction. Her heart swelled with the thought of the plan. She knew that for generations before, the plots of earlier cats to combine the strengths of the Clans had failed time after time. The idiotic creatures simply failed to realize how much others were against the idea of merging. If her plan worked, AspenClan would fall to the hands of her (although they would be fooled by the placebo leader she had placed), then slowly the might of the rest of the Clans would fall as well. Silverclaw’s tricky mind whirled to process her plans on conquering SoulClan. Maybe Iceclaw could lead it, and she would claim AshClan. Breezestar would literally be a breeze to kill. The misty silver she-cat plastered her body against the scratchy side of the Twoleg nest. She motioned with her tail for Iceclaw to do likewise. It would be better to converse where she was sure none could hear. Her voice lowered considerably until it was little more than the whooshing of the wind, she whispered, “Will you take SoulClan or shall I?” Silverclaw knew that the presence of the alligator inhabiting the eastern side of the territory would greatly benefit her plans. Although… Lavastar and Elijah had already made a pact, a treaty of peace. Then maybe it’s time to end that pact, she thought, her mind working furiously. “Silverclaw speaks” Silverclaw thinks Silverclaw does Word Count; 533 Tags; Iceclaw OoC; Unfortunately her plans fail…

[mayday]

Sighing, he stared over the ground, and into the eyes of Silverclaw. A smile covered his white face as he stepped inside the hiding place that she was in. She was beautiful, within her own self, with an dazzling fur with silver tabby markings. And power- oh power shined in her eyes which attracted him to her even more. Iceclaw was a powerful being, with strong muscles and a body of speed and agility. His body was fit, and his strength was well built up brute power. As he entered the crawl space that Silverclaw sat in, he touched her cheek with his nose. Breathing in her scent, he wanted more of her. Iceclaw loved the silver tabby, but he wasn't sure how she felt about him. I wouldn't miss it

for anything. He purred, his tail twined in her fur, as affection and love shined in his blue eyes. He listened to her speak with close intensiveness, starting at her with alert eyes and he scanned the area outside of their crawlspace to see if anyone else was around. Smiling, he nodded his head. I'll become deputy, and once then i will be be able to manipulate Lavastar, He comment on, his ears twitching as the sound of merging the four clans together. No, lets not merge, just quiet yet. I think it would be fun to start a war of some sort. To turn each clan against each other, than we will come in and "save" the clans, and than we'll merge them into one, and we both can rule them. As King

and Queen. He purred once more. Iceclaw's mind ran wild with ideas and he wanted so baldy for everything to work out. He knew it would for the plan was flawless. I'll take soulclan for im the one that originally is in the clan. Soulclan members won't like the fact that a new clan cat is running them, lets not make things to obvious, He paused once more, his white fur blended in nicely with Silverclaw's silver tabby pelt. He purred once more as he rubbed his head up against her body. He loved this cat, so much and he hoped that she wouldn't be afraid of that fact.

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=07071d] The silver-tipped she-cat squeezed in to a small – almost like a crevice really – space. She stretched out once she had squirmed her way beneath the foundation of the Twoleg nest. Hopefully, no cats would glimpse her or scent her as she was unsure of how to escape this trap. Then Iceclaw copied her movements, easing his handsome bulk into the shelter as well. When he finally had entered the makeshift den completely, he smiled at her. It was a tricky, almost twisted grin, hinting of some degree of affection and suggesting something more. Again, that girlish flutter of her heart as he approached her. She was surprised when he began to nuzzle her cheek, which grew warm instantly. Was the beautiful Iceclaw honestly interested in her? Now in the privacy of the shelter, the SoulClan deputy began to speak of his own plans. “Good, that’s Lavastar taken care of,” she murmured, half to herself. Her ears pricked attentively as he carried on, voicing his idea about a battle between Clans with considerable enthusiasm. It was indeed a great possibility, but would it work? For it to succeed they would require the majority of the battling cats to be their supporters, and so far they only had a scattering of Warriors agreeing to their plans. And that was simply not sufficient. Iceclaw, however, nodded his head vehemently. He was too arrogant and confident in his plans, she thought. She herself was still unsure. “Mmm,” she put in, her tone hesitant. He proceeded to explain why he should control SoulClan instead of her. She inclined her head in agreement. “Actually, I may not even join your Clan. I’m thinking to join AshClan – or FrostClan – instead. Probably the latter,” she said apologetically. Her silvery fur, nice and thick as it was, would be excellent if she were to journey to the cold, bitter mountains of FrostClan. She was well suited to their chilly climate, so suited that sometimes she wondered… Could her family or ancestors once have belonged there? Hmm… Silverclaw hoped Iceclaw wouldn’t be disappointed. But why should he? It was for the greater good of their plans, the greater good of the Clans too, now that she mentioned it. To console him some, she pressed her warm flank to his and was delighted when he nestled his muzzle into her fur. She stood there like that for a time, slowing her breathing and heart rate so it matched his. Well suited she might be for FrostClan, but wasn’t she better matched with this tom? Quickly she shoved away her doubts and regrets, and pulled away reluctantly. “We have work to do right now if we are to discreetly merge the power of the Clans,” she meowed flatly, as unhappy as he to soon be separated. Her dark eyes scanned the lengths of the den once again, her shrewd mind calculating. “So, I have Seapaw on our side already, maybe. I hope so as he is in AspenClan right now, a great asset to us. Thunderstripe will soon be deputy of AspenClan, and Icestar seems to be pretty weak right now. Her death will be quick. Windpaw and Flamepaw obviously quite support any sort of transfer of power, or really murder in general. And… I have befriended the Medicine cat, Silversoul, but she seems too good at heart to assist us…” Her voice trailed off as a frown entered her face. It seemed too little to work, especially as the list consisted primarily of apprentices. Was she so low to stoop as to consider the help of mere apprentices? Her troubled eyes returning to her new mate, she asked in a hopeful way, “Have you gotten any supporters for us?” Iceclaw was such a charming cat, she was sure he would obtain a much better assortment of followers than her motley bunch. “Silverclaw speaks” Silverclaw thinks Silverclaw does Word Count; 641 Tags; Iceclaw (other supporters might join?) OoC; We need more supporters!