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Post by faith on Dec 22, 2007 20:10:12 GMT -5
Redemption knew he shouldn't be here, this was ground that was holy with Dreamclan's grace. He had no right to be here, he was a murderer and a rapist, what would Dreamclan care if he didn't want to be that way? He was worse then even the ambitious cats of the clans. Had he been in Forsaken's personality he wouldn't have come here at all and had he he wouldn't have cared for traditions and regulations but Forsaken wasn't his personality right now. Redemption sighed, he remebered explisitly wanting to be called Forsaken in his other personality so he didn't argue, it was easier for him to beleive he was not his other self when he was called something else in that personality. But in his heart, memories and, and mind he knew it was still him who had done all of those terrible things, having Forsaken's personality didn't make up for it.
'Why did I even bother coming here? They won't help me and can't help me,' Redemption thought as he stared at the Dreamrock as the sun was setting behind him. "I should go" he whispered to himself allowed as he sat down. His paws and his heart wanted him to stay and his mind was still numb from what he had just done, his lips still covered in innocent kit's blood. Something had seemed to call him here, and now his heart wanted to listen to that something and stay, for a while at least. It wasn't a half moon so no one should be coming here tonight, and mabey there was something he needed to do. "I should really go" he whispered allowed to himself again but still he couldn't move.
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Post by ±∞STREAMY∞± on Dec 23, 2007 17:05:00 GMT -5
;;-*enter Tangle*-;;
The dark, dappled feline shape padded through the dark. Well-muscled legs moved swiftly, and large paws hit the ground softly; dried, frosty leaves crunched under the tom as he approached the tumbled rocks. He knew the way to the Dreamstone as if he went there every moon-and he did. Of course he didn't believe in DreamClan, but there was something special about the place...something that made him feel....strange. It took away his cynical personality for a while...and he actually liked it. The glowing rock put him into a trance, somehow.
He had reached the large, tumbled boulders. He padded onto the most precariously tipped, least claw-worn one and crouched, eyes narrowed. Suddenly his bunched muscles uncoiled; he was 'flying' through the air. He landed, almost scrabbling for a hold, at the edge of the crack. He had taken the hard way; there was a closer rock that most cats used-he'd watched them. But he preferred dangerous alternatives like him. His large, flat head turned to see the rock he'd leaped off of-it was the farthest from the entrance. He turned back around and padded through the hole; it was lightly dripping. But inside, all he heard was the distant roar of the waterfall and the steady drip drip drip of the gap/entrance. All he saw was the large, glowing Moonstone standing alone. Or was it? He took a deep taste of the air, and his orbs widened in shock. The light from the Stone reflected off of them, and he looked temporarily....evil to the average watcher. Oh wait. He was evil.
Tangle looked around, and spotted another tom. A brown tabby. Tangle had heard of him--he actually resembled in the personality section. Well, in a way. They were both evil, to start with. And they both had a sort of...split personality. Tangle didn't know much more about the other cat....holding the name of Redemption. 'Redemption' had whispered words that Tangle had not understood; the dappled tom had been busy unsheathing his claws.
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Post by faith on Dec 23, 2007 17:18:16 GMT -5
Redemption jumped to his paws, his claw's unsheathing themselves in fear, not in challange. His fur rose in the same manor and as he landed down on his paw's he nearly slipped on the damp stone, barely catching his balance as his eyes widened at the fact that anyone else should be here as well. He turned quickly to face the one who had spoken and felt his ears flash back as he scented the tom's scent and realized it was not of the clans. Right now though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Standing his ground a little nervously he tried to think of something to say to get him out without too much trouble and without making the other cat luagh, that would be the ablsolute wost possible thing he could do right now as it would likely bring Forsaken back out so soon after his having changed personalities.
He realized with a shiver that his scent was probably as much his own as that of the kit's blood. He hoped this wasn't one of the loners or rouges that would rip him apart on just that alone. He reflected dimly that had his personality been the other he'd have hoped the loner to be that type, anything he could do to get nto a fight he would when he was Forsaken. He realized that mabey the loner wanted an answer and meowed cooly, " I was just leaving, no need to get your tail in a bunch." he was surprised himself at how calm his voice was as his tail twitched furiously. He met the cat's eyes though trying to put the same challange into them that Forsaken would when he wanted someone to back down.
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Post by ±∞STREAMY∞± on Dec 23, 2007 17:25:28 GMT -5
An invisible brow raised; Tangle scoffed. Right. I could see you. You were paralyzed. He took a step closer to the other tom, claws extended, but then stopped. He frowned. The cat had a reputation of having a split personality-just like Tangle. At the moment his mood seemed to be all right. The dark, dappled tom wasn't feeling too violent right now, either. He flexed his claws, and finally let them shrink back into their sheaths. The dried blood that lay between them fell off, but some crusted into his fur. Tangle couldn't even remember what his last kill had been; his stomach grumbled. Not only because of hunger to eat, but also because of hunger to kill. He hadn't killed prey that wasn't to be eaten in forever...at least two moons. He shrugged off his thoughts and sent his mind flying back to the present. Anyway, I've heard of you. He smiled maliciously; he was calmer now, no longer quivering in anger. ooc-sorry about the short post but what did you mean by 'his scent was probably as much his own as that of the kit's blood'  ? |
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Post by faith on Dec 23, 2007 17:41:39 GMT -5
ooc- In the first post it says "his lips still covered in innocent kit's blood" I usually make My Bio's IC close to what will have happened just before my first real post with the character, so he had done a similar attack like that just before I posted this.
Redemption relaxed a little as the other tom sheathed his claws, though his face burned as he pointed out the obvious flaw in Redemption's act. His fur slowly layed down and he wondered absently why this tom was here eighther, he obviously wasn't a clan cat but he seemed defensive of the place. Redemption was still to be wary of what he said though, if even a chackle escaped the other cat Forsaken was likely to come out, and when he was in that personality.... Redemption shivered at the thought, Forsaken had no hesitation nor mercy, if this tom was to be a good fighter Forsaken might let him escape, or kill Forsaken might himself fighting, eighther way something told Redemption Forsaken shouldn't take on this tom.
Redemption breathed deeply calming the rest of himself as best he couldbefore speaking calmly, all the tension truely gone from him, though not the weariness that kept him alive. "I'm afriad I have't heard of too many cats as of late, so I am sorry I can't claim the same about you." Redemption's eyes were calm but not the coolness that was held there when Forsaken's Personality was in charge.
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Post by ±∞STREAMY∞± on Dec 24, 2007 15:55:21 GMT -5
ooc//ahh, 'kay.
I do that too....sometimes. lol.
Tangle knew he had reason to be afraid of this cat and his..strange personality. But then again. Tangle had a strange personality too....he was, like Redemption, a cat not to be messed with.
He smirked. Of course Redemption hadn't heard of him...he almost never 'chatted' with any cat, not since he'd left....ForestClan. Then he realized his muscles were still bunched, his body in a tight crouch. He relaxed completely, sitting and wrapping his long, thin tail around his paws. His eyes narrowed, but not angrily. He was just a bit weary. No reason not to be.
Tangle opened his mouth to respond, but he knew not what to say. Then the answer came to him.
Where do you come from? Who are you?
He knew the other tom would know what he meant by 'who are you', and if he didn't, that was one stupid split-personality cat.
ooc//ehh, sucky. But I've run out of muse.
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Post by faith on Dec 29, 2007 14:19:39 GMT -5
Redemption was feeling rather uncomfortrable now that the other cat was no longer tensed, it had been a sign of little amusement in Redemption's eyes and now he wasn't sure how to act towards the tom. He almost laughed at the tom's question himself though, for any cat who had ever seen Forsaken would easily have known the answer to that. He didn't realize himself relaxing as he answer swiftly, "I am Redemption, Forsaken will be gone for now" Redemption said to the tom but added under his breath so that it would hardly be possible for the othr cat to hear, "At least I hope he's gone for a while[/b]." Sitting down tentatively he followed the other cat's example and wrapped his tail gingerly around his paws, though his mussles were still tense if need to run came, though he doubted a need like that would arise from the tom, but rather from himself.
"To answer your first question though I originally came from Heatherclan but I left and have scince roamed the forests on my own." Redemption left Russetpaw's role in his leaving out of his words though he was certian that this tome would have already heard of something like that if he already knew who he was. " Now I have answered, what of you? Where have you come from and what might your name be?" The tip of Redemption's tail twitched as he waited patiently for a reply.
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Post by ±∞STREAMY∞± on Dec 31, 2007 12:02:49 GMT -5
Tangle narrowed his eyes at the mention of Forsaken. The personality that made Redemption famous. Correction; infamous. As the cat admitted that he was from HeatherClan, Tangle noticed that his muscles were tense under the tabby [?] pelt. He resisted letting out a chuckle. Redemption then demanded to know who Tangle was. Where have you come from and what might your name be. The words rang in his ears. He shook his broad, large head and backed away. I am Tangle...my history is not your business. He narrowed his eyes. Memories flooded his mind, bad ones. I will tell you that I was once from ForestClan. That is all.
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Post by faith on Jan 2, 2008 0:17:55 GMT -5
"Then that is all I ask, no need to know anymore." Redemption said searching his mind to see if he could remember anything about hearing of this cat. His green eyes were dull with hidden emotions as he watched the tom who now seemed to have become quite nervous all of a sudden. Redemption wondered if Tangle had bad memories of his clan as he had as well. He smiled saddlyself shifting his gaze to his paws as he thought of something, his ears falling in his own memories. "Would it be safe to say that I won't ask you of your past and you won't ask me of mine?" he asked Tangle, his sad smile fading into a hurt frown. He should't be asking to make deals with any cats, he probably deserved to just drop dead after the things he had done, but his optomistic self wouldn't let him stop trying to gain the trust and compnionship of those who might understand him.
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Post by ±∞STREAMY∞± on Jan 2, 2008 18:42:25 GMT -5
Tangle sighed. Whatever. He turned, looking at the Dreamstone. It is rather beautiful. His tail twitched as he concentrated at the millions of little sparkles in it...he had never told any cat, because he had refused to admit it to himself, but a little part of him still believed in DreamClan. His Clan heritage and history had basically forced him to; he needed something to cling to when all others were gone.
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Post by faith on Jan 28, 2008 15:00:17 GMT -5
Redemption nodded in agreement as he glanced over at the stone. His faith in Dreamclan was absolute but it was Forsaken who had first inhabitted their body fully and he had never beleived in Dreamclan and never would. Redemption often wondered if when they died if they'd become two diffrent entities and leave each other for good with Redemption going to Dreamclan and Foresaken leaving for the dark forest, but Redemption's worst fear was that when they died that they'd both be dragged into the dark forest as one. Redemption shivered at the thought then looked over at Tangle. He supposed they had more in common then eighther would admit to and as he sat there watching Tangle out of the corner of his eye he wondered how much longer he would manage to keep Forsaken locked up inside of him while another cat was around. 'I must leave soon just in case.' he thought standing up and turning to leave.
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