|-come out and play-| {all post!}

[vena sera !]

ooc: I'm going to announce Coalclaw's disappearance, Stormcrow's election, Starkeeper's apprentice ceremony, and Chaospaw's new mentor. Plus, a public announcement from Crimson. All GorgeClan members need to post. Song is Come Out and Play by The Offspring.

***

Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake out their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They're gonna bash it up bash it up bash it up bash it up

The night was young still, newborn with a hint of scarlet still stained at the horizon. The cool, pressing and refreshing spring winds rushed through the pelts of the GorgeClan cats, despite the heat and tension of the earlier day. The camp, seemingly empty, was suddenly entered by a sprawling tomcat, red as the leftover sunrise settled on the horizon, and he slid like waterwaves over to the meeting place, brain still wired like an electric machine. His tail twitched at the tip, his claws were dangerously close to being unsheathed, and why?

The rush of expectation.

Crimsonstar, leader of GorgeClan, rebel at heart, even with still seemingly newfound power, settled in his position, meant to overlook the Clan cats and lord his strength over them. His eyes adjusted gently to the smudging grey shadows that twilight brought forth; crickets and other nightsingers chirped their symphonies even this young in the darkness to come, and their eerie melodies sent a chill of bone-rattling evil settling over his insides, coating them like the acid his intentions were born of. Stare of emerald and yellow, intermingling like watercolors in a painting, flashing like a beacon, he twitched his whiskers and went over his speech in his head.

Hey, man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, man you disrespecting me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

Well, Coalclaw is dead or runned away, I guess. 'E's a coward, if 'e left the most battlehungry Clan in t'forest, but I guess that's t'be expected. Now, that leaves my scrawny brat with no mentor and barely any trainin'. Ahh... and it leaves me with no deputy... He stared up at the sky, wondering who he could elect. His choices? Demon, who would, no offense to his mate, be the worst deputy ever... Pouncetail, who would already have had his paws busy with Hellpaw... and, uh, yeah, that pretty much covered it.

By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other to jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousands before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning to score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope tie your own rope tie your own

He then remembered Starkeeper. The young she-cat had requested to be Windgust's apprentice. Fair enough; when the tabby passed away, he wanted to be able to replace her efficiently. He knew healers were needed, although he did not exactly respect them. Sighing, Crimsonstar cleared his throat and called out in an almost lethargic tone of voice, Come all, GorgeClan. We finally have a meetin'.

Hardly ceremonial, but what did this group of vagabonds care? He stretched, then waited. The first to enter the clearing, of course, was Hellpaw, who sent a smoking-hot glare in his direction. Her pelt was bright but light of hue, an odd peachy color, but with red stripes as dark as his own coat dribbling down the creamy basecoat. Her eyes glimmered ice-blue in his direction, and he thought, for the first time, that she was quite deceptive in appearance. Her coat suggested a fiery, hellish being within, but those eyes, that gaze... it was blue as heaven's skies.

Hey, man you disrespecting me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

A demon with an angel's soul? He wondered, twitching his whiskers as Hellpaw sat resentfully before her father, staring hard at the ground. He wondered if Demon had given her the wrong name after all -- she seemed respectful and obedient, with her beautiful heaven-colored eyes downcast.

Then she jerked her head up, eyes boring into him and losing their soft glow, becoming brittle as chips of frozen lakewater. Well, you savage, are you going to start this meeting so I can get on with my life? She wasn't going to have her spirit broken that easy, Crimsonstar could see. He twitched his nose, coldly responding with an arctic smile that chilled his daughter to her smaller but still large bones:

Darlin', may I ask... what life is that? Sneakin' out with yer brother and doin' StarClan-knows-what? Hah. Some life.

Hellpaw lifted her lip, though she still glared at the ground. No worse'n you 'n yer cousin, she mumbled, though Crimsonstar flicked his ears in dismissal and awaited the rest of his Clan, not caring enough to give his own daughter the time of day. Never had, never would... why should he? Even he could see that behind those silver-blue eyes, Hellpaw wished for his downfall, and behind the sharp green eyes of Chaospaw, his son, flowed the hatred powering the plot for his downfall.

Family, family, family -- what would you do without it?

Hey, man you disrespecting me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

[VELOCIRAPTOR DX]

xxdizz:// Oh, boy. -cracks knuckles- Well, you asked for it, girl. Song is The Pretender by Foo Fighters.

Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began

Chaospaw didn't even bother to send a resentful glance up at his father as he took his place next to Hellpaw in front of him. His green eyes, bright as emeralds and oddly pale, shone from his swirled-orange pelt, the most vivid thing about him. He was small for his age, but Chaospaw had something that many apprentices lacked:

He had a mind. He could think, far faster than any warrior, and his logic could overpower Crimsonstar's with ease. So it was with a sneer that he glanced at the leader now, eyes narrowed in malice, before turning to his sister, looking for all the world as if he intended to have a serious, even normal, conversation with her.

Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones go marching in... again
The need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are at the ready
Are you ready?
I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole defense

"Isn't it? I think I prefer talking to what our parents do, don't you, Hellpaw?" The apprentice said almost innocently. He curled his tail around his feet, covering them in such a way that it was difficult to see what they were doing. That was all they'd been doing: talking. Perhaps one or two things more, but it had been simple talk of rebellion, of killing, of Crimsonstar's downfall.

Chaospaw didn't like to create; he was more of a destroyer, really, in an odd sort of way. He got a thrill out of causing trouble, getting into arguments, and just pissing his parents off. He was a rebel, obviously, the combination of the worst traits of his lineage, all in a single tomcat. He hated Crimsonstar with a cold sense of fury, the sort that was easily hidden but impossible to destroy. Chaospaw was dedicated to seeing his father fall from his false sense of glory and power. He wanted to be the one behind that fall; not necessarily the killer, just the engineer of his father's death.

Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story

"But, I mean, you can hardly blame them, sis," Chaospaw continued, in an almost pitying voice. "They grew up in a time when rebellions were as common as the rocks on the mountains, when blood flowed along the rivers and cats knew that a sense of honor would only mean their death," As he spoke, Chaospaw's voice grew more excited, more pleased with the memory of what their mother had told them of the past. He continued, eyes narrowing in delight; he was hoping that Crimsonstar would try and do something to stop him, and soon.

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

"Back then, warriors had brains, not just muscles and claws. Leaders didn't just sit around all day and think about how many things they could kill, or what they felt like doing later. But," The tabby shrugged here. "It's not like they were any better than they are now. Just not as full of it, I guess." He shot a glance filled with malicious pleasure up at Crimsonstar. What did dear old daddy think about what he was saying, he wondered?

In time or so i'm told
I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story

"But that's all in the past, Hellpaw," Chaospaw said with another shrug, turning back to his twin. "Back then, they didn't care if you paired up with the medicine cat for the night, 's long as they could turn a blind eye to it." He chuckled. "Actually, they still don't care."

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

"Isn't that right, Crimsonstar?" Chaospaw swiveled his head so that he was staring the larger tom straight in the eye. He knew that he was a bit of a disgrace to his parents: too small to be much use in a fight, wouldn't follow orders, and refused to even pretend that he was happy in the Clan. Not that he cared, because Chaospaw also knew just how uncomfortable he made his father feel.

I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

"You wouldn't know much of the Clans, though, would you?" He smiled ferally, more of a smirk than anything else. "Just like to think you're a big-shot, because you tripped out and had some sort of dream where some bunch of ghosts told you they wanted you in charge. Pft." His ears twitched in amusement at the thought. "If they put you in charge, they must've been mad, drugged, or both."

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

['.'.' Leafstorm'.'.']

ooc// Well, here it goes then. Song: Disloyal Order of The Water Buffalo; Fall Out Boy (as if that title wasn't long enough)

I'm coming apart at the seams.
Pitching myself as leads in other people's dreams.
Like buzz, buzz, buzz.

The meadow bloomed with flowers, and across the distance Windgust clearly saw a familiar figure. Rushing forward, she purred in delight at the sight of her dearest Crookedwing, one of his small grins lazily hanging from his mouth. How delighted she was to be reunited, as if nothing as cruel as death had ever come between them. Twining tails with the handsome tom, she licked his ear, whispering ever so slightly into it's depths. Crookedwing.... A slight jarring interrupted her, a sound coming as if through a gorse tunnel, so far away but getting closer. A slight blurring of the scene around her and she frantically clawed at the blur, holding her back from her beloved, bringing her closer and closer into the waking world.

Doc, there's a hole where something was.
Doc, there's a hole where something was.

A smile touched her mouth as she opened her eyes, savoring the last scent of the dream as it slipped from her consciousness. The sleek grey she-cat shook her head clear of the clouds of sleep. Stretching to the tip of her shortened tail, she gazed at the familiar den around her. How real that meadow had seemed, how tangible Crookedwing had been. Why are these things coming back up after so long? She thought wondrously. It had seemed ages since her almost mate had disapeared, now only reappearing in her dreams. What a spiral of distress that had thrown her into.

Fell out of bed.
Butterfly bandage,
But don't worry.

Blinking, she pushed the rapidly receding dream from her mind. There will be a time to deal with all this later. But now, assuming the pull from my dream was right, I have a clan meeting to attend. Shaking her head once more at the strange use of words her new leader once again used, a wry smile passed across her face. Never was one for ceremony I believe.

You'll never remember,
Your head is far too blurry.

Strange, her being thrown into a clan who disregarded tradition, who seemed less than eager to delve back into the ways of the old clans. She herself, now being a medicine cat, respected the old ways, and tried to keep them alive in herself if not in the hearts of her clanmates. Brushing past the ferns that covered her den from the outside, she settled herself beneath the High Rock, looking up at the less than conventional Crimsonstar.

Hey editor, I'm undeniable
Hey Doctor, I'm certifiable
I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine
What a match
I'm half tuned and you're semi-sweet

Crimsonstar himself had managed to entangle himself once again in another argument with his kits. Typical She thought, though never daring to say it out loud. What a leader did with his kits was his business, it just seemed to her that he was handling the situation wrong. But then there was his son, as bold and headstrong as the leader himself, she had noticed, yet with a deadly hatred burning in his eyes that seemed to mix with his very soul. He's gonna have trouble in his paws with that one if he's not careful. She mused quietly to herself as the family argued on.

So boycott love
Detox just to retox
And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life

xx

Pouncetail lick himself hurriedly as he made his way to the High Rock, having just returned from a quick foray into the territory. Watching the argument, at what this time had become routine, with little interest showing on his face, he instead focused on his apprentice, sitting next to her brother as she held her own in the battle of tongues.

She was a firey one, that was for sure. He like that about her. a little heat never did anyone any harm.....Though you gotta know what you're doing unless you plan on getting burned He though, smiling wryly as his gaze switched from that of the firey apprentice to that of her father.

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[hysteria]

»» As the jaws of night closed upon the territories of Gorgeclan, Stormcrow sat outside the warrior's den. Clutched between his front two paws was the destroyed corpse of a small rabbit. Once soft fur was shredded to strips and delicate white bones were exposed as his teeth stripped the meat from them. He was probably making more of a mess than was required to consume the rodent, but it was entertaining. With so few warriors to interact with, being in camp had become more of a chore than hunting or patrolling the new borders. He had to find his fun where ever he could, and if that meant playing with his food, then so be it. Using one bloody paw, Stormcrow prodded the rabbit's head, twitching it from side to side. Grinning a little, he slid one claw out and up through the bottom of the rabbit's jaw, wiggling it around to make it look like the corpse was trying to talk. Impossible since he'd already eaten its heart and liver, along with a majority of its muscle. A spaztic giggle was caught in his throat, caged behind sharp teeth and vicious tongue. Laughing to himself because he had no one to share in his joke wasn't usually considered sane.

»» A voice interrupted his meal, calling Stormcrow and his clanmates to a 'meetin'. Wincing slightly at the unorthadox way his clan had been called to order, the dark tom quickly gulped down the rest of his bunny friend and then padded toward the others. The last clawing flames of the sun stretched upward in blood streaks, making Crimsonstar seem on fire. Of course, the anger he directed at his children didn't help much to soften the effect. Both kits were crouched in front of him, shounting insults that made Storm's fur curl. His lips twisted into a sneer as he approached the youths, giving one swift aknowledging glance to Windgust, their medicine cat, and Pouncetail, Hellpaw's mentor. Shouldn't he be teaching his apprentice manners? Instead he sat there watching the she-kitten disrespect the leader. Naturally, not even Storm was thrilled at who Starclan had chosen. Forgetting so many things about clan life was a wrong that couldn't be righted. Then again, he had been only an apprentice when the clans had fallen into ruins, hadn't he? Perhaps Storm was too harsh in his judgement of Crimsonstar, but he wasn't with the kits. Stupid brats needed to learn some manners.

»» Feigning disinterest in the firey conversation, Stormcrow came to stand beside Chaospaw, eyeing him with a look of disgust and disdain. The rat wasn't good enough for a clan. As if he was swatting at an annoying fly, Storm's right paw shot out to smack the youth's head. It wouldn't hurt enough for poppy, but maybe it'd bring some sense into his little head. "Mind your elders, kit" One sentence to get his point across, and then Storm directed all of his attention to Crimsonstar, daring him repremand his warrior or apologize for his son's stupidity. Storm didn't really care for either, although he'd let the runt have it if he wasn't wise enough to keep his tongue still. Stormcrow had killed for less. One insulant little kit who wouldn't make a good warrior anyway was just keeping everything neat and tidy. With his short scruffy fur standing on end, a natural look for him, the tom waited for the meeting to start, dark evergreen eyes focused on his leader.

ooc; complete, smack me if Stormcrow isn't allowed to smack Chaospaw. Icky post </3

[vena sera !]

ooc: I did ask for it! I always do! 'Tis so fun! =D Song is "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam.

***

Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again.
Oh, feelin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days, ooh yeah
Oh hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, ooh yeah
Oh, dark grin he can't help when he's happy, looks insane ooh

As soon as Chaospaw entered the clearing, Crimsonstar turned his nose up in disgust. His son didn't directly look at him; however, he could feel the hatred and disdain rolling off of him in waves hot enough to scorch fur. The scarlet tabby grinned as Hellpaw's eyes sparkled wickedly when he entered; even she, dull as she was, could see there was a fight coming. The large tom sighed, and decided to hear the whelp out; after all, what harm could he be?

He really didn't care to start an argument with his whelps in the middle of camp, as he noticed a few of his Clan members entering, like Windgust and Stormcrow, his higher powers (or, one of them would be soon enough), but he realized how Chaospaw just provoked the worst in him.

Wrong. He kind of struck a sore note down there at the end. Swallowing, he slid a tongue over his chops and stared heavily down at the kit. Damn, what all did Demon tell him? Sighing, he growled in a harsh voice, You little fool, you realize why StarClan chose me to lead this godforsaken bunch of ragged vagabonds, don't you? He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the metallic sting of relishing future victory, and finished, They wanted me to make it the Clan it was before Pantherstar ruined it for the rest of my generations. She made it weak, and the rest of the leaders - Raven, Thistle, Shadow, Swift - they didn't know how to fix their ruined image. So they played it. He toyed with the thought in his mind, wondering if it was really true. After all, they could have just picked him 'cause he was Thistlestar's grandson, and the heir to a long, powerful and ambitious lineage.

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah
Oh, someday, yea, he'll begin his life again
Life again, Life again

But then he could see, in his mind's eye, the wreck Pantherstar left when she was finally killed, and Ravenstar, the gentle but weak she-cat, attempting to fix it by being cold and hostile. Thistlestar, his grandfather, respected by most, had brought honor and glory and a weak name to GorgeClan, MountainClan at the time; and Shadowstar hadn't done a damned thing to the Clan, good or bad. Swiftstar had merely attempted to organize it, but under her reign did it fall apart.

Crimsonstar was the successor, the last hope for the Clan that had started out powerful and then depleted in rank and stature, until it resembled the weakest Clan in the forest. He sneered slightly; Chaospaw thought he could do better? Well. He would probably find out someday; maybe when his deputy choices ran out, he would make his incompetent but cunning son deputy and deliberately die, leaving the cruel and young tomcat in his lead. How would he like that?

Kneeling, looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, ooh yeah
Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame, hey

I was meant to change this pack'a weaklings into the true warriors we were meant to be! The corsairs of the mountains, the pirates of the forests! We will walk among the corpses of our enemies with the satisfaction of knowing, we have risen above them to be the strongest we can be! He said this vehemently, still glaring at Chaospaw. No one tripped out when they picked me, but maybe I was when I let you live at birth. Here he glared hard at both of his failures of kits. Hellpaw was now peering closely at him, angel-blue eyes flickering oddly.

He turned to Stormcrow, flicking his tail approvingly as Stormcrow smacked Chaospaw upside the head. He was definitely getting brownie points.

She waited a few moments before she turned to Chaospaw, pausing before she responded indirectly to her father's noble tirade, See, and he wonders why we want his blood on the floor! Hellpaw rolled her eyes and sat taller, now confidently boosted as Chaospaw, her brother, her rock, her king, sat beside her, calculating and manipulative eyes taking on a tempest of bloodshed behind their emerald sheen. When Stormcrow snapped at her brother, Hellpaw drew back her shoulders and hissed warningly,

Maybe such a lowly slave to Crimsonstar shouldn't touch an intellectual like him! He's no kit, unless you're comparing him to yourself!

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah
Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away
Yeah
Woo, Ah Yeah, f.uck your money

Fool! she thought vindictively, glaring hotly at Crimsonstar, as though he had commanded Stormcrow to snap at Chaospaw. What would Mother think if she walked into his den for a nightly romp and found only a corpse bleeding from the ribs? Would she kill us, or try? The thought bled away soon; what did it matter? Crimsonstar would die, and Demon would be of no concern; what could she do?

She cleared her throat, and Crimsonstar straightened his bristled scarlet fur, gazing out into the clearing where his few warriors dwelled. Stormcrow, the dark and very orthodox tom, was to be his deputy. Windgust would receive her apprentice, Starkeeper. Finally, he would grudgingly burden his new deputy with Chaospaw. Sorry, buddy, he thought.

Yeah, so, anyways. Sorry 'bout that; sometimes, my darlin' babies don't quite know how t'behave. Now, I'm jus' gonna start this thing, even though we're missin' one of t'most important cats. Maybe I'll put her ceremony last.

Turning a strong, soulful look on Stormcrow, he meowed loftily, This is one ceremony I might actually get close t'right. It is time for GorgeClan to announce a new deputy. I say this before the spirit of Coalclaw, so that he may hear and approve my choice. He turned away briefly, wondering why he bothered with that; Coalclaw was probably dead, but it seemed stupid; he hadn't been a great deputy in the first place. Stormcrow, you will be the new deputy of GorgeClan! And I get a two-in-one here, huh? Chaospaw, ma lovely li'l twerp, since yer mentor's in the ground, yer gettin' one who kin actually welt yer hide when ya misbehave t'him. Stormcrow, you will replace Coalclaw as Chaospaw's mentor. Now he looked smugly at his ginger son, knowing he would not like that at all.

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah
Ah someday yet he'll begin his life again, yeah
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away
Yeah
Woo, Uh huh yeah, yeah yeah, momma mommy

[J A D E phobia(:]

[ i h a v e l o v e d t h e s t a r s t o o f o n d l y ] xx
the various pitch of arguing voices blurred into one monotonous hum of disarray that the golden she-cat was unfortunately used to. but heck, in gorgeclan, everyone was always bickering. whether it was their blood red leader with a blood red heart and his strange children or him and his bizarre-speaking mate or him and...

starkeeper noticed a general theme that usually started with him. as in crimsonstar, the leader of gorgeclan. the large tom usually started the arguments, she noted. it was under his rein that gorgeclan had become a camp of cold warfare. a war of clashing minds, crashing personalites. starkeeper blinked unsteadily. it was like a frozen pond. there was a thick layer of cold, aloof ice over it. but, if it cracked, which the young she-cat knew it would eventually, the raging, burning, bubbling, combative waters of hate, malice, and malevolence would froth over the ice in all out evil and would bring real war. one fought tooth for tooth, nail for nail, feline for feline.

starkeeper flicked her tawny ears irritably as crimsonstar lazily called the meeting, his eyes slurring across the clearing with much more sloth that she herself could muster. her ocre eyes slitted as she stretched out as slowly as possible, just to irk her fractious leader. her hind feet brushed the edge of another nest in the apprentice's den, and she made a mental note to widen her nest. then, with a spark of passion, she jumped to her feet, eyes wide with excitement. she had forgotten! her apprenticing ceremony was today! quickly, she licked the unkempt fur on her chest and sprung out of the den with a bounce in her step.

the sound of arguing amplified as she left the cover of the den. crimsonstar and his son were spitting insults at each other while hellpaw watched on, her blue eyes glittering. starkeeper settled down next to stormcrow crossly. all of this arguing... she muttered to him, a heartbeat before crimsonstar announced the name of the next deputy. she rumbled happily, prodding stormcrow with a white and gold paw. congrats, mister deputy. she purred, wrapping her tail around her paws. and make sure you put that chaospaw in line. she lowered her voice as she said that, casting a hot glance at the little tom.

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[VELOCIRAPTOR DX]

xxdizz:// Eh heh heh. This is great. Sorry for the wait, folks. Song is No More Sorrow by Linkin Park; thanks Leafy for the idea.

Are you lost
In your lies
Do you tell yourself I don't realize

Your crusade's a disguise
Replace freedom with fear
You trade money for lives

Chaospaw glared up at Stormcrow, eyes glittering with the clarity of hatred, pure and simple. No one touched him, especially this muscley example of everything that was wrong with GorgeClan. And what was Crimsonstar thinking, making an idiot like him deputy and his mentor? A joke, that's what the leader thought of it. The small tom snorted in distaste at Starkeeper's comment to the newly appointed deputy. Keep him in line? What did that pathetic waste of catflesh think, that he was an apprentice who could be easily tamed by a few smacks upside the head?

As if anyone could put Chaospaw in "line".

"Whatever, dad," the small tomcat said loudly, turning his attention back to the more immediate issue at hand: Crimsonstar's humiliation. Chaospaw was itching for a fight; giving a scuffle, he was certain he could dodge the larger tom, especially in a crowd this size. And, if all else failed, there was his cavern, wasn't there? It wasn't big enough for the larger adult to get inside it. "You want to give me another fool for a mentor, go for it. I'll be the one laughing when you lose him and have to find a bigger one to try'n tame me."

No more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced

"And, yeah, I do think that pack of lies you call StarClan would've had to be mad to pick you to lead this gang. 'True warriors'? Pft." Chaospaw stood up, turning away from the Highrock. "More like a bunch of idiots too blinded by the lights you shine at 'em to make a choice themselves. Clan'll be alright again when someone else's in charge. Someone with brains." He twitched his tail in mockery.

I see pain
I see need
I see liars and thieves
Abuse power with greed

I had hope
I believed
But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived

You will pay for what you've done

Chaospaw didn't see any point in staying here any longer. Why watch Crimsonstar do any more crimes against reason tonight, when there were plans to make, ideas to hatch? He began to step his way to his den; not where the apprentices were supposed to sleep, but the cave he'd claimed as his own when he'd been a kit. He motioned for Hellpaw to follow. "Coming, sis?" The swirl-pelted feline said, as friendly as if nothing had ever occurred that evening. He was done with this for now, unless some cat wanted to try something with him.

No more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced

Thieves and hypocrites
Thieves and hypocrites
Thieves and hypocrites

No more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced

No more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced

Your time has come to be replaced
Your time has come to be erased

[vena sera !]

ooc; Ohhhh... what a brat. xD I love him, though. Song is, uh, let's see... how about "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria? Almost fitting.

You could have been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would have endured my world

It was about what Crimsonstar expected. Chaospaw rebelled. So what? What was he going to do about it? The dark ginger leader cast a glance at Starkeeper, noticing her annoyance, and smirked. Like Chaos says, no cat kin keep him in line. He's never been in line a day in his life. At his child's retort, he sat motionless, realizing that much of what his whelp was snarling back at him was a struggle to keep his anger concealed. Rage ran in the family, much as Crimsonstar hated to admit it. Stepping forward a bit, he twitched the tip of his tail.

Okay, call them what you want, my son, he meowed, dialect toned down in an eerie way, as though he could completely control it. But... regardless... they are where you come from. Your ancestors reigned in this Clan, and I suspect your descendents will be here, too. And these cats you call fools, Chaos, are your Clanmates and the only ones in this world who will stand beside you. So... He swept his tail around, motioning towards the other cats in the camp.

Well, if you're just as I presumed
A whore in sheep's clothing
Fucking up all I do
And if so here we stop
Then never again
Will you see this in your life

Are they really blind? Is StarClan mad? Or are you just jealous of me leading the Clan? Watching carefully as Chaospaw began to head out of the camp, he noticed him motioning to Hellpaw to follow him. He felt like openly accusing his children of incest, but knew that some sleeping dogs should be let lying. Besides, they had been born of incest; their parents were cousins, for StarClan's sake, though not brother and sister. He watched his son, small with a swirled ginger pelt, his mean, flashing green eyes that were sharp as rock edges and glinted with a cunning far beyond his years and ancestry. He then turned eyes on his daughter, willowy and slim with soft, bright ginger fur with thin crimson lines and brilliant ice-lake eyes that were full of love and... yes... lust... when they looked at Chaospaw.

Disgusting.

Hang on to the glory at my right hand
Here laid to rest, is a love ever longed
With truth on the shores of compassion
You seem to take premise to all of these songs

So I wasn't wrong about 'em; 'least, I didn't think I was... not that I didn't 'spect it before. Gods, the things we spawn.

Shaking his head in disgust, he watched his offspring in silence. Hellpaw cast a shy look up to her father, knowing she didn't need a ceremony and that Chaospaw's was finished. She glanced at the ground, then after her brother, whom she almost reluctantly followed. He watched them for a moment, their pelts like splashes of blood in the camp, before turning back to his annoyed and disgusted audience.

You stormed off to scar the armada
Like Jesus played leper
I'll drill through your hands
The stone for the curse you have blamed me
With love and devotion, I'll die as you sleep.
But if you could just write me out
To neverless wonder... happy will I become
Be true that this is no option,
So with sin I condemn you
Demon play, demon out.

Folks, if yer gonna live in GorgeClan, ya'll have t'get used t'two things. One; arguin', an' lots of it. I am the first t'admit I ain't no saint, no priest, no godly StarClan cat. I have a bad temper, though it seems the only ones who kin spark it are my own kin. He shrugged. Then he added, Second... yer gonna have t'get used t'Chaospaw an' Hellpaw. Yeah. Those mean ginger whelps who cause almost as much disagreein' as I do -- and them not seven moons, too... well, know this: I don't favor 'em, jus' like ya probably don't. He narrowed his eyes, conveying his point quite clearly.

Hang on to the glory at my right hand
Here laid to rest is our love ever longed
With truth on the shores of compassion
You seem to take premise to all of these songs

If any of ya -- don't kerr who ya are, what yer rank is, or what ya were doin' -- ever see 'em plottin', or doin' somethin' they shouldn't, ya report to me immediately. I won't hesitate to take action. An' if I'm a good judge, I kin tell no one in this Clan favors Chaospaw or Hellpaw. 'Cept each other. Here he sneered, his innuendo clear. He wouldn't blatantly say it, but little hints and secrets would not hurt anything, would they? If the Clan didn't know it soon enough, they'd have to be blind. Crimsonstar wasn't sure if they were doing anything, but he knew it wouldn't be long. So. Point made? Right. Also, smack 'em left an' right if they back sass ya, which they will plenty. I certainly won't punish ya fer it. Even if they don't deserve it. Chuckling, he flicked his tail, dismissing the topic and delving back into his announcements.

One last kiss for you
One more wish to you
Please make up your mind, girl
Before I hope you die!

In any case. Another apprentice is t'be made today. Windgust, step forward. Another ceremony to be made wrong, but StarClan would forgive him, he was sure. You are still a young medicine cat, but you have much to teach. Starkeeper is young and ready to learn, and so, by the power of StarClan, I name her as your apprentice. Close enough. He motioned for them to touch noses, twitching his own in amusement. He wasn't self-concious about the ceremonies; having heard only one in his life -- his apprentice ceremony -- and then going off to be a murderous, reckless rebel after the Clans dispersed, he wasn't exactly up-to-date on those things. Those in his Clan would figure out that orthodox was not his style.

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

['.'.' Leafstorm'.'.']

Windgust stared at the two newly made apprentices as they exited the gathering. She really would never understand those two. Sure, they disliked, or in the case of Chaospaw it was evident, hated their father, and maybe their mother, but to walk out of their ow apprentice ceremony? Ah well. Can't understand every cat, right? She turned back to Crimsonstar as he began to speak. Ok, so he wanted them to knock his kits around a little, and report any abnormalities. Seemed straightforward enough to her. Her eyes widened at his seemingly offhand comment, but didn't think too deeply on the subject. What cats did with each other had always been their business to her, and she wasn't set on intruding now. Yes, this may have been far from the peaceful clan she had been born into, but at least they were here, and trying to reform as a support system for one another.

Windgust tilted her head as her leader called to her. Smiling as Starkeeper was named as her apprentice. An apprentice already? Funny, hadn't pictured this for a few moons yet. She rose, and greeted Starkeeper with a touch of her nose, a smile in her face. Welcome She whispered before they parted, and she returned to her place amongst the rest of her clan.

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[vena sera !]

ooc: I just realized -- we need to have a Gathering. Like, now! And Demon needs to be there, just like Darkmoon and Mirrorshard need to be there... Song is "Saints of Los Angeles" by Motley Crue.

tonight there’s gonna be a fight, so if you need a place to go
got two room slum a magnum 7 gun, and the cops don’t never show
so come right in cause everybody sins, welcome to the scene of the crime
you want it? believe it? we got it if you need it, the devil is a friend of mine
if you think it’s crazy, you ain’t seen a thing
just wait until we’re going down in flames

Hellpaw stopped on her way to follow Chaospaw, stopped next to Starkeeper. Little traitor! She didn't realize that, as Crimsonstar's pawn, she, too, was going down, going to fall in a flaming destruction that would consume them all! Sneering, the ginger female glanced up at Crimsonstar, blue eyes shimmering, as he both announced that any cat could smack his kits around. What are we, filth? Lesser beings? He is saying we are not as good as him, despite that we are of his blood... well, we aren't going to let these imbeciles hear what we're saying! He thinks he'll outsmart us? He's got another thing coming. Turning to Starkeeper, she dipped her head, malice shining in her blue eyes.

Congratulations, Starpaw, or whatever the hell your name is! Just remember, no one smacks Chaospaw around, and I'll make sure you aren't eavesdropping on us! She shot a glare to Windgust, Stormcrow and Pouncetail as well, then scampered after Chaospaw, heart burning with anger.

we are, we are the saints
we signed our lives away
doesn't matter what you think;
we're gonna do it anyway
we are, we are the saints
one day you will confess
and pray to the saints of los angeles

Not even Pouncetail will hit me or make me bow to those stupid cats! As long as Chaospaw and I are here, we'll make GorgeClan a new kind of hell! I wasn't named Hellpaw for nothing!

Crimsonstar watched his children leave with little interest, before he began to give his final announcement, this one with a malevolent undertone. The Gathering is soon, my warriors. The week before the Gathering after that, we are going to attack... hmm... I think we'll attack StreamClan. He flicked his tail, eyes livening. Yes. We'll get 'em all... that cat who's leadin' 'em -- whatsisname, that pretty boy ginger cat... Vastflame? Yeah. He won't know what hit 'em... He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of victory to come.

redline trippin’ on a land mine, sippin’ at the troubadour
girls passed out naked in the back lounge, everybody’s gonna score
she’s all jacked up she’s down on her luck
you want it, you need it; the devil’s gonna feed it
don’t you say it’s crazy, you don’t know a thing
just wait until we’re going down in flames

What would his Clan say to this news?

If ya refuse t'attack, t'fight with yer Clan, he meowed, staring them down, Well, that would be treason. No room fer traitors in this Clan. An' that goes fer Chaos an' Hell, too. He turned fiery eyes in their direction, and a sneering grin replaced his victorious euphoria.

Now, 'fore I dismiss this meetin'... got any questions fer me? Or kin we just take it as it's gonna be? He threw Stormcrow a crucial glance -- this would be his deputy's first test. Would he object to Crimsonstar's random, brutal attack on StreamClan? The scarlet tabby eyed him curiously. Windgust and Starkeeper would also need to be there...

The only plans Crimson liked were battle plans.

['.'.' Leafstorm'.'.']

ooc// Oh yay! TO WAR! But then which sides will Willow/Mire be on? I'm thinking maybe Mire with Gorge?

Windgust sighed. Was it destined to be this way with her clan? As long as Crimsonstar is in power, it seems so. So what to do? She could stay and fight, which was her main option, or she could leave, and be marked a traitor by her clan. Even if she found another clan to join, they would most likely soon be caught up in this war as well, and she would be back where she started. No She shook her head. Leaving was never an option. Not really. Even though she was a healer, and a generally peaceful cat at heart, she knew her only chance was to join with her leader in this random act. I'll certainly be busy anyway. She thought, though that thought wasn't the happiest she'd had. Really, if she were out of a job because no one was getting hurt in anything other than playfights, she would be perfectly happy. But I will serve my clan as I vowed to as a medicine cat. Whatever the consequence. She looked at her leader then, and bowed her head in assent, keeping silent as he looked over the clan.

xx

Pouncetail had kept relatively silent throughout the whole clan affair, not really caring enough to put in his opinion. Attacking, eh? He smiled a little, excited that there would finally be something worthwhile to do around camp, but a bit confused as to the motive. Looking around, he watched as Windgust bowed her head, obviously accepting her leader's decision. But why? He asked himself. Pouncetail was a just cat, and though his liking of a fight could get him in trouble, he had always known why he was getting into a fight. He felt now that his leader hadn't given that clear of an explanation, and he still wanted a reason as to why they would be attacking. Sir, I am confused. I would be fully for this attack, behind you every paw step of the way, all I want to know is why? Is there a particular reason you want to go after Streamclan? He gulped a little after his question, afraid for once of his leader's infamous temper.

[VELOCIRAPTOR DX]

xxdizz:// Heh. Nice. Well, let's see what Demon and Chaos have to say, eh? Song is "You're Gonna Go Far Kid" by The Offspring.

Show me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach

Chaospaw twitched his ears as he listened to his father's words. Smack him around? The idea was almost laughable, really. As if anyone could really think that a few swats upside the head would bring him into line. The small tom smirked instead, the expression all too fitting on his orange swirled maw. But he said nothing for now. He'd see what else transpired here, especially from this latest command.

Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you get back into line
A mob jumps to their feet

Now dance, f**ker, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

War? With StreamClan? The thought that ran through the young tom's head at the idea wasn't fearful or even vaguely negative. The complete opposite, actually. Chaospaw was happy about this announcement. A senseless fight against StreamClan, right after the Gathering? There'd be apprentices in that clan, too, who wouldn't agree with their leader's ideas, especially where senseless battle was concerned. His smirk grew larger as he wheeled around to face Crimsonstar, green eyes flashing.

And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives

"You want a war with StreamClan, Dad?" The small tom grinned broadly, sharp white teeth bright in his face. "I'd kinda like a fight myself, actually. But only if Hellpaw and I can get the apprentices ourselves. Got that? None of those big muscley warrior types; we want the ones our own age, take them down with our own footwork." He glared up at Crimsonstar, almost challenging him to refuse his request. "That alright with you, daddy?" Inwardly, he was laughing, and he flicked his tail at Hellpaw, signaling to her that he knew what he was doing and to just follow along. They'd get their time alone as soon as Crimsonstar acquiesced. And he had to, really, if he wanted their support.

Slowly out of line
And drifting closer in your sights
So play it out I’m wide awake
It’s a scene about me

Demon smirked from her spot at the rear of the crowd, bearing an eerie similarity to the expression Chaospaw had recently shared. The red-orange tabby liked a good fight every now and then. Not the kind that kept popping up here in the clan, with her brats picking spats with their dad every chance they got. Yeah, it should guts on their part, but Demon couldn't approve of it. When she'd been their age, it'd been nothing but obedience to Stormfaith; family bonds meant nothing, really, but allegiance to one's leader and friends was paramount. Too bad they ain't learned it yet, she thought with a tailtwitch of distaste.

There’s something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay
And if you can’t get what you want
Well it’s all because of me

Now dance, f**ker, dance
Man, I never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

"Oi, Crims!" She yowled at the tom at the forefront of the crowd. "Ya wanna take on Vast an' 'is rabble, eh? Heh." Demon flicked her ears in amusement. "Can't blame ya; little punk's too pop'lar fer my taste, an' he ain't fought once in 'is life. Not much better'n these pups 'n front'a ya, really." She nodded at Chaospaw and Hellpaw. "Though, least these two've got th' guts t'fight. Can't hate that, eh?"

And now you’ll lead the way
Show the light of day
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid
Trust, deceived!

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives

Demon picked her way closer to her mate, avoiding contact with the others, not because she was a prissy-footed sort, but because she was a loner by nature. Being with all these cats just made her uncomfortable, though she'd stick with 'em for Crimsonstar. "Let th' kids 'ave their fun, Red," she said in a low voice. "Ya gonna make en'mies of 'em if ya keep treatin' 'em like this. Ya know what Storm did right back'n?" Demon narrowed her eyes. "She got 'er lot all riled up 'gainst her en'mies, an' we killed 'em all. Give 'em a little a'what they're wantin', boyo, an' keep 'em tight-leashed; 'at's how she dealt wid th' rebels in our gang." She touched her tail to his flank, more a reminder than anything seductive. "'Sides, they get outta line, do a li'l throat slittin'. 'S all it takes t'kill a legend, y'know."

Demon thought she wasn't being overheard, but those words rang so sweetly in Chaospaw's ears. Parents. Why'd you even bother to trust them?

Now dance, f**ker, dance
He never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

So dance, f**ker, dance
I never had a chance
It was really only you

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives

Clever alibis
Lord of the flies
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives

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[vena sera !]

ooc; Oh. This is great. xD Song is "Bad Religion" by Godsmack. (I love Pagan songs.)

***

The word of God it says, that we will recieve praise of Him.
God will begin to speak forth.
Our righteousness is of Him, sayeth the Lord.

Tension rippled through the air, both gleeful and dreading. Crimsonstar lowered his eyes to the cats he considered most important here -- the warriors. He noticed Windgust's flicker of dismay, but he was confident she would stay with them. He wasn't sure if she was a coward, but, hey, if she did leave them, she'd pay a price.

One of his quieter warriors, Pouncetail, stepped forward, looking a bit nervous. He remembered him as the mentor to Hellpaw and was sketchy on his character, but he was a warrior and he had so far done nothing to anger him. He tilted his head to the side, wondering if he was going to say something cowardly or angry. Sir, I am confused. I would be fully for this attack, behind you every paw step of the way, all I want to know is why? Is there a particular reason you want to go after StreamClan?

Get Back!
Can you feel I'm not like you anymore?
I can't see, I can't breathe!
See you quiver like the dogs on the streets.
Looking down on as I beat you.

Ahh, not a bad question. Crimsonstar was actually a bit pleased by this, although he didn't really have a reason. He smiled and twitched his tail, answering with an offhand, Well... probably Vastflame's gonna ask us the same thing when we kick his skull in. But, uh... you can make one up for all I care, somethin' that sounds righteous. I'm not much inta that stuff. Reason I'm doin' it's 'cause I don't like that Clan -- never did, never will. Time to humiliate 'em some, I think.

He laughed out loud then, and it sounded deep and ragged, like a lion making merry. He wasn't sure how the Clan would take that -- it wasn't the noblest speech a leader ever gave, but Crimsonstar was far from noble. At least he knew it.

But now here came another nuisance -- his son stepped forward, his face looking slyly earnest. Crimsonstar found himself pleasantly surprised that his young offspring had seemed excited about the battle. It was a far throw from fatherly pride, but instead of smirking or retorting at Chaospaw, he nodded and answered in a rumble, 'Least ya want to fight instead'a run like a coward. Fight who ya will. I'll keep the big ones offa ya, if that's what yer askin' me. Beside his son, his daughter's eyes widened and were shadowed by fear. He said nothing further to either of them, and instead turned to Demon, who had finally shown her face.

It's a bad religion
From a broken nation
It's a contradiction
And I can't take it anymore, yeah!

Hah, I knows ya likes a good battle, Dem, he thought, smiling at her familiar alias of 'Red'. He probably wouldn't answer to anything else from her; that's who they were, Red and Dem, the mean ginger rebels who led GorgeClan and parented demons. Glancing at her with a slight smirk, he shivered a bit at her light touch. Don't hate it. Just surprised, he replied on her remark on their childrens' courage. Chaospaw, he was surprised at for wanting bloodlust. He was cunning and cruel, but also small and lean. Hellpaw was the one he expected to smile and utter an evil laugh at the mention of war; but the bigger, stronger female shied away at the thought of war, cowardice spicing her blue eyes. He curiously eyed the pair, wondering if, even in battle, they would stay at each others' sides.

Who's to say I won't like you anyway?
Take a deep breath I'm alive.
Can you hear me? I'm alive inside you.
Agony creeps up behind you.

I know, he whispered after her comment on Chaospaw's upbringing. He kinda lets my temper offa its leash, though. I kin try t'fight his anger off, but... as ya kin see... it don't work well. Glancing over at the kits, he listened to his mate talk while his eyes were trained on the two. Throat slittin'. How nice ya put it, he laughed gutturally, not letting on that that had been his intention all along.

Can you feel it?
I've gotta live with it every day.
And I can't take the pressure,
I'm goin' insane. Now go away!
Go away!

Well, I wouldn't do it while they were sleepin', but there will come a day when they'll screw up, and everyone'll be obliged fer me to kill 'em both. A proud father's thoughts on the day he would organize a battle for no reason.

Now you start praising God, wherever you are.
I don't care where you are, I don't care what's happening, just begin to praise Him, begin to praise Him and praise Him and praise Him and praise Him and worship Him...

[vena sera !]

Okay, this thread's over.
Everyone can go to the Gathering. I don't think it's necessary to 'protect the camp' -- we don't even have kits or queens...
Crimsonstar to: Gathering

['.'.' Leafstorm'.'.']

Pouncetail To: Gathering

Windgust To: Gathering