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Ghostie & Embyr
Season: Mid/Late Newleaf
Temperature: 67 °F.
Weather: The lands are starting to heat up a bit, but there is always a cool eeire mist in the mornings. The clans are starting to gather members and grow stronger. Flowers are blooming all around. Prey is abundant, which means the clans will always be fed. Kits are expected too.
Breeding:Yes | No Intro:
04.14.07-Pack News
Ghoststar: DawnClan is doing well, the moores are full of buneary, and we are slightly fearful of the sudden rabies epidemic going around.
Niytestar: The forest which we have claimed is alive with Taillow and other flying prey. However, we too are worried about the spread of rabies which has come.
Wars/Battle/Peace: Pretty peaceful. A gathering in a week or so.
Feline Count:
Dawn Clan: 2 Gale Clan: 2 Horizon Clan: 0 Breakbone Rogues: 0 Loners: 1 Kittypets: 0
Territory Claimed « Thread Started on Aug 13, 2007, 2:13pm »
There was a fulfilled air about him, as if he'd accomplished whatever he'd set out to do. It was lucky, too, if anyone were to approach him, considering it was one of his rare (relatively) good moods--'relatively' because 'good moods' for him consisted of not biting a skitty's head off if they came around. For another, they might consider it their worst mood, but for him? Good. But then, he'd always considered himself to be like that; always with a dangerous edge to him. Or, in many cases, more than just in edge. But, in the end, it made little difference. He gazed about the lands surrounding him, having becoming rather familiar with them--he'd had to, upon claiming it. He hadn't even had to fight for a rank position...the lands simply hadn't been claimed. Boring, wasn't it? Certainly, but Niytestar wasn't about to pass up a chance for a clan all his own. Oh, certainly not. What would make you think on that? He'd been travelling for so long, constantly thinking of attaining is own clan. And here it was; his own lands, his own markings all across the borders. And if someone attempted to pass over without a direct mewing signalling that they were here, he'd just as soon attack them. But with his current mood, he might only injure them... Funny how these things work, mm?
But there remained that air about him, an aura that suggested something good had taken place; for that matter, you're right. He'd just been off hunting and had filled himself up quite nicely, but that wasn't all. He'd finally finished his trip of showing himself around the lands, marking them as his own, and the triumphant feeling that came with lands entirely his did not pass over the Delcatty, as was obvious--if you knew him. For those newcomers, they might believe he simply wished ill-will upon them. Which, well, might not entirely be false; he wasn't in the habit of wishing happy fantasies for the skittys he passed, especially those that didn't treat him with the proper respect. If any skittys were to pass over his border, they would have to face him. Oh, wouldn't that be enjoyable?
For him, of course.
The male's gaze swung across the horizon, searching for any pokémon that might dart through the forest. It was test enough just to manage their way past the Arch, and even more so would be the dash through grass and trees--good luck with that. If they couldn't make that, he'd certainly not allow them into the clan. Regardless, he wasn't desperate enough for members to choose weaklings; he felt he could afford to be picky, despite the obvious lack of skittys under his command. But it mattered little. It was better he, solitary, than with skittys or delcattys who didn't know what the hell they were doing and couldn't get past a tree. Alright, so that was most certainly an understatement; calling the huge forest behind him a "tree" hardly brought them justice. But then, never underestimate Niytestar.
You just might not live to do correct your mistakes.
Smirking at the thought, he drew upward from the meal that lay upon the ground; he'd killed a rabbit just moments before and there was blood still obvious within his teeth. It gave him a more frightening appearance than usual--something malicious. But it wasn't long before he was leaping rather gracefully through the forest, something that might not be expected from that particular male. But it was there, obviously; his legs guided him swiftly, knew exactly where they were taking him. His whole body was carried with a lovely sort of form, a strange contrast to his blank, cold gaze and even more so to the blood coated on his teeth. And it was then that it started raining, droplets falling upon him, softly at first before growing in intensity, pounding down upon him. Blood dripped from his teeth in droplets upon the ground as a result of there and blood and water were entwined in a dance all their own. Blood rain. Thunder sounded above and it became quite apparent that there was going to be no simple spatter of rain. Strange that it would be coming now, but here it was. Full on. He didn't even bothered to shake himself out, but there certainly resided a confident grin upon his features.
Re: Territory Claimed « Reply #1 on Aug 13, 2007, 4:49pm »
As the rain began to sprinkle down, a ruffling of leaves was heard. A small figure hopped from a tree, frowning at the rain. She started running, and as the rain came down faster, she ran faster. Her little legs carried her body at amazing speed. The skitty didn't know where to go, she just wanted to find shelter, get away from the rain. She never had liked rain. It just got her wet and cold.
Already she was soaking. After a while she stopped, sitting under a tree for some shelter, and panting. Before she even could catch her breath, she decided to keep going. The loner was hardly six moons, and extremely small for her age. Her fur, black around her face, as well as on her tail and back, and blue on her face and stomach, was soaked, clinging to her body. Her eyes were open wide, which was strange for a skitty, who's eyes usually appear closed.
She diffenatly wasn't your every day skitty, if you couldn't tell by now. But at the moment, that didn't matter. She continued running, desperate to get out of the rain. And then, she stopped again. This time it wasn't just to get out of the rain.
The scents of another pokemon reached her nose. This territory was claimed. By who, she didn't know. She sniffed, before opening her mouth to speak.
"Hello?" She mewed, slowly walking forwards, trying to decide where the pokemon who belonged to this scent was. Fear filled her, and her eyes were wider than usual. She looked around, trying to decide whether she wanted to go slow or quickly. It was still raining, but she was nervous of the pokemon she would find. If she turned back now... But she decided against it. She wouldn't turn back, no, but maybe she should rest?
She was still tired from her run, so that sounded like a good idea. The cat-like pokemon walked over to a tree and laid down by the trunk. She was ready to hop up at the first thing she saw, heard, or smelled, and so she waited, terrified, under the tree.
Re: Territory Claimed « Reply #2 on Aug 14, 2007, 3:47am »
As the sound of the lonely mew traveled on the zephyr and reached his ears, Niytestar lifted his head, blood still dripping from his fur and fangs. A new face was around here, a skitty probably, due to the somewhat feminine voice. A small hiss passed through his fangs, expressionless eyes darting around to find the 'newcomer' who dared pass onto his grounds. Good for them that he was in a relatively good mood after his catch, otherwise, well, there would be more blood over his soil. Slowly, he placed a black paw forward, his body lowering toward the ground by an inch or so. His 'reply' was a distinct one. His tone was scratchy like a hiss but with enough force to portray him as somewhat...evil. The rain ran over his fur sharply, but it kept it's silk-like quality with ease. Guess it was time to meet the newbie.
Slowly, Niytestar began to take more paces forward, thunder seeming to roar at his every movement, the grey sky flickering with golden yellow. Searching again, his eyes finally saw the Pokemon. Another skitty, with somewhat odd colorings? It was beginning to seem like he wasn't the only 'cursed' one after all. Perfect.
The blood had finally left is fur and ivories, though you couldn't be sure, as he was partially crimson as well. In a tone quite similar to his previous reply, he came toward the skitty, looking quite menacing in this harsh weather. "Who has the nerve of wandering into my territory?" he asked, tail sharply swaying through the air. He wasn't about to let this runt come to him without an explanation. A valid one at that.
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