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Jul 3, 2015 22:35:04 GMT -7
Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 3, 2015 22:35:04 GMT -7
Hart's eyes glanced over Sungaze onceore before she turned wordlessly with a light snort. She travelled at a brisk trot, though with her size being small compared to the average cat and the young, fluffy golden cat being larger than average, she just managed to keep ahead. Alert at all times, she paused on occasion when a light snap caught her attention, or when a shift in the breeze brought a new scent. It had hardly been ten minutes of travel before Hart stopped abruptly. She didn't say a word, and stared straight ahead.
(Oooh should we do horror? DEAD BODIES? or something else? You decide what's ahead.)
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Jul 3, 2015 23:00:17 GMT -7
Post by Daredevil on Jul 3, 2015 23:00:17 GMT -7
(DEAD BODS could werq because eventually in the series she confronts wildstar cause he kills cats with any kittypet blood or suspect cats) (aka where he gets his nickname from me "cat hitler") ( ) The young golden tabby gaped wordlessly at the horrific scene in front of her. She swallowed, before whispering, "Oh my goodness.." In front of the unlikely pair was a whole collection of horrifically mutilated cat bodies, strewn carelessly across the foliage. Some had their eyes torn from their skulls, leaving only two dark hollowed out areas, and more had their stomachs ripped open, left for whatever was inside to spill out. Sungaze's gag reflex caused her stomach to lurch, but she was able to hold her stomach's contents back. Turning to the smaller cat besides her, she angrily asked, "What in StarClan's name is this? Is this what you were leading me to?"
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Jul 3, 2015 23:14:29 GMT -7
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 3, 2015 23:14:29 GMT -7
(wow, I ALMOST feel bad about this post. Then again I don't.)
Hart could not find in her to reply. Her breathing came quick and raggedy, bursting from her lungs in a panic. "I-i-" she stuttered, in a rare display of emotional distress. Her eyes twitched as though she wanted to blink but couldn't, couldn't stop looking, just stare, watch and look, look what you've done, this was you, you did this-
A horrible pounding built in her head and moments later a horrendous shriek tore itself from the silvery cat, who desperately tried to clasp her front paws over her ears but ended up simply tearing at them instead. Her class raked down her own face, leaving scratches dangerously close to her eyes and nose. Meanwhile her back legs kicked futilely at the ground, shoving away dirt and leaves as she frantically tried to get away, get away, this is your punishment this is what you've done-
The carnage in front of the two cats was not Hart's doing. There were no cats in this part of the woods. They all bore collars or the soft pelts of housecats, untouched by the wilderness until they were mauled to death and their corpses left to rot. They were fresh. Some of the carcases were still dripping, one steaming, one popping, all reeking. It was not Hart's doing. This, some sane part of her knew, but the rest of her was overcome by convulsions of memories. Eyes screwed shut, ears pinned to her head, she heard and saw nothing but what she had done in the past. Usually, she had a fine stomach for gory sights such as this.
The body in the center of the whole mess, however, was what struck her. It was a dusty old calico, eye sockets black and gaping. His neck had been snapped, but his body was twisted so it was belly up and his head- his head was resting upright on the ground. In his grinning mouth rested his own glazed eyeballs stared out at them viciously- the exact same way Hart had positioned the eyes of her first victim in the kill ring.
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Jul 3, 2015 23:30:15 GMT -7
Post by Daredevil on Jul 3, 2015 23:30:15 GMT -7
Sungaze watched the cat in front of her react and convulse with a very mixed expression, full of both raw emotion and confusion. Part of the look was horrified, at the obvious, and angry, but the other half was slightly sympathetic towards Hart, whoever she was. She knew it well; her sympathy and compassion for others was going to be her Achilles' heel. No matter what they did, it seemed, she could feel bad for another cat. But the she-cat knew better than to reveal her soft side to this stranger, especially in this situation. The young golden tabby padded in front of the smaller she-cat, stepping carefully to avoid stepping in any remains. She tilted her head to the side, giving the older cat a doubting look. In a surprisingly calm voice, she quietly asked, "What is this?"
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Jul 4, 2015 10:23:27 GMT -7
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 4, 2015 10:23:27 GMT -7
Hart's seizing subsided into momentary jerks and tremors, her eyes still shut tightly. "Someone-" she gasped without looking, "someone killed them." It was a rather obvious statement, but it felt rather poignant given the situation.
Hart froze suddenly, her eyes snapping open and staring blankly ahead. Even her breathing stopped, and she stared for a moment before turning and shooting up a nearby tree. She scrambled up its trunk and didn't stop until she disappeared from view. There, she paused to collect herself, pressing her head to the smooth bark and breathing shakily. "One mouse, two mice, three mice," she counted steadily, the mind numbing drone wiping the horror from her mind.
When she reached one hundred several minutes later, she shimmied down the trunk until she was about halfway down it and leapt off, landing so she wasn't facing the carnage. As much as she came off as emotionless, she did experience rare attacks of anxiety- infrequent, severe attacks of stress and panic caused by certain triggering images. Eyes being gouged out was one of those triggers. She was still shaking slightly, just enough to be visible, but she had managed to wipe her face of emotion once more. Instead of looking at Sungaze, she simply stood, not speaking. If she trusted her voice not to break, she would have told the younger she-cat that they needed to leave, to move, get out of here now, but she couldn't bring herself to speak.
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Jul 4, 2015 12:10:57 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jul 4, 2015 12:10:57 GMT -7
Sungaze blinked, watching the crazed cat's spectacle with a bothered expression. "Well yes," she replied quite simply, "They didn't just die like this." She shifted her golden, wide-eyed gaze back towards the scattered carcasses, and they almost seemed to dim in sadness. The she-cat tilted her head to the side, and slowly started to pad up to the closest body. She crouched down next to it, observing the utterly destroyed visage in front of her; she couldn't even tell from just looks whether or not the cat was a tom or a she-cat. Her expression sunk even further as she traced each claw mark, each gash made on its weathered pelt. Unlike her companion, however, the younger she-cat was able to stay composed. Her tall frame didn't tremble, nor did she really appear deeply disturbed. Buf, she couldn't help but wonder who could have committed such an atrocity to a group of kittypets, simply minding their own business? Certainly none of them would be to threatening to anybody. The golden tabby turned back to the smaller she-cat with a concerned expression. She cleared her throat, and then asked, "Who could have done something like this? I mean, they're just kittypets. It's not like they'd pose that big of a threat..," She trailed off.
(ugh i'm so not used to playing cats so sorry man) (and seriously who killed them? did cat hitler do it or someone else that hart knows?)
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Jul 4, 2015 12:30:44 GMT -7
Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 4, 2015 12:30:44 GMT -7
(nah ur fine! but ya like what if its some new character?)
Hart curled her lip in disgust. Now that the episode had passed, she was embarrassed by her outbreak in front of the younger cat. She could taste the sour crust of blood in the air, along with the tingle of fear- her own. She curled her toes in anger, churning the soft earth quietly for a moment before she turned resolutely and marched straight into the throng of dead bodies, not caring the slightest for all the blood staining her snowy paws. She headed directly over to the freshest body and unfeelingly pawed his head over to the side. His muzzle was grayed, grizzly with age. She pulled his jaw open and noted the scoured yellow teeth, black clinging to them near the gums. "They're old," she murmured, "they're all old." At this she felt a pang of recognition thrill through her spine. She was older- not quite as old as some of these cats, but old enough to be considered 'getting on'.
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Jul 4, 2015 13:08:09 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jul 4, 2015 13:08:09 GMT -7
(i've got a few characters that work for this.. Wildstar, Ratscar, Widowfang.. but if you want a new character that's all good too. using one of those could just save some time)
The larger she-cat shook her head at Hart. "Not all of them," Sungaze murmured sadly. She gestured to the torn up, cast away young cat on the ground next to her with her feathery tail. "This one seems young." Though hardly recognizable amid the scratches and gashes, there was still a touch of youth and innocence in the dead cat's face. It saddened her deeply, and simultaneously concerned her. She wondered who exactly was responsible for this massacre, and if it wasn't a lone cat, how big of a threat they posed to her Clan. If she was going to be a leader soon, she was going to have to get more information. As she looked at Hart, however, she debated whether or not to ask her who she thought was responsible again, as she had already ignored that question. From what she could tell, she smaller she-cat seemed out of it, to say the least. Perhaps she would need some time to cool off before she could think coherently again. Sungaze gave her a serious look. "We should go," she suggested.
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Jul 4, 2015 13:20:49 GMT -7
Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 4, 2015 13:20:49 GMT -7
(ye sure, whichever one fits then!) (omg i just watched the 2005 king kong and like??? why is it so long???)
Hart perused through the dead bodies the way she often saw humans look at the soft cloth coverings in building windows, clothes they called them. She gave their twisted forms cursory glance, and noted that the cat Sungaze pointed out was the only young cat to be murdered. Then she noticed the yellow gold coat and, upon pulling its eyelids open, its golden eyes. Hart's eyes narrowed.
Arranged in a circle around the rest of the bodies, at periodical intervals, were the bodies of other golden brown cats. Some ranged more toward fiery orange in color while others were more sandy, but as she trotted along the edges of the circle, Hart noticed several thing in particular. One was that the bodies forming the circle were nine in total, and the other was that they all had the same golden eyes. They didn't seem to have been killed in any particular way, but Hart noticed another detail- the youngest cat, the one Sungaze had brought to her attention, was the only one whose pelt was untouched by blood. Its neck was snapped, but placed so it didn't look like it from a distance, until one saw the spike of bone pushing at but not breaking the skin. This was deliberate.
"Someone is after you," Hart said sharply. What she did not mention was that the body in the center of the ring- the one with the eyes in his mouth- was also clearly a message, one directed solely at Hart. No, Sungaze didn't need to know that. She agreed though- they needed to leave.
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Jul 4, 2015 14:02:45 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jul 4, 2015 14:02:45 GMT -7
(shit that's terrifying) (but something that deliberate and planned would def be by wild. so I'll go with that) (heh I haven't seen that movie in ages haha)
Sungaze furrowed her brow in response to Hart's statement, doubting that was really the case here. To her, these killings seemed so random, reckless, even. But just to test the older cat's theory, she took a couple paces back to where she was standing, and looked at the massacre from there. At first, the golden tabby was confused; all the cats looked very similar to each other, with similar pelt colors and patterns. But the realization hit her when she glanced down at her own paws, and then back up at the scattered bodies. She gasped out loud, her bright eyes widening. A breathy, "No," was all she could muster through her fear, and she folded her ears flat against her head. Moments later, she looked over at the older cat besides her for support. "Who could be after me?" She asked, her tone full of outrage. "And what would they want from me?"
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