Scourge

Tyrant was sound asleep. He had placed the duty of guarding the camp on Night, while he caught some sleep. In the land of dreams, a forest began to materialize around Tyrant. He immediately knew it was no ordinary forest. This forest was extremely dark and sinister. The shadows seemed to scurry underfoot, as if they had a life of their own. As Tyrant looked up, he could see a jet black sky that hung over the ominous treetops. One thing stood out to Tyrant the most. The sky had no stars.
Wandering among the trees, Tyrant felt small and insecure. The branches seemed to reach for him, creaking and groaning eerily. Tyrant felt his nerve leaving him. He was about to bolt away when he walked into a clearing. A cat sat there. Not a big cat, small even. He was black, with a white sock on his front paw. Around his neck was a collar. Tyrant sneered. A kittypet. But the collar had teeth studding it. Dog's teeth. This was no kittypet.
It clicked in Tyrant's head. "Scourge?"
The cat opened his eyes. They were piercing pale blue, but not as pale as Tyrant's.
"Yes, my little Tyrant. I am Scourge, your great grandsire."
Tyrant ran over to him on his over-sized kitten feet and rubbed against him, purring loudly as the scents of kinship engulfed him.
Tyrant purred and sat down. "Let me have a look at you."
Tyrant sat down, squirming as he tried to contain his excitement.
Scourge purred humorously as he looked him up and down. "You're just like I was at your age."
"Really?" Tyrant squeaked; then checked himself and made his voice cool and gruff. "I mean, is that so?"
Scourge let out a 'mrow' of laughter. "Oh yes, quite so, little one."
Tyrant leaped to his feet, dropping into a hunter's crouch. "Let's have a tussle, Scourge! Come on, I can take ya!"
Scourge shook his head sadly. "Sorry, Tyrant. You best be waking up."
"Why?" Tyrant asked his favorite question.
Scourge began backing off into the shadows. "We don't won't to miss your first opportunity to be like me, do we?"
Then a deafening roar filled Tyrant's ears and the world around him became upside-down.
"Tyrant!" It was Night. His voice sounded far off.
Tyrant suddenly became aware of a fiery pain in his sides. The stench of fox was all around him. No wonder the world was upside-down! Tyrant was caught in the jaws of a fox.
The fox shook Tyrant violently. Tyrant screeched with the pain. Then he remembered Scourge. Be like Scourge, he told himself.
Lashing out with his tiny, needle-sharp claws--that Tyrant almost never had sheathed-- he gave the fox four deep gouges in its nose. Howling in pain, the fox dropped Tyrant from its jaws. Tyrant felt agony rocket through him as he hit the ground. Momentarily stunned, he lay there, groaning.
"Tyrant, look out!"
Coming back to full alertness, Tyrant could see the fox running towards him. Ignoring the blood that trickled into his black fur, Tyrant took a battle stance. The fox was going to pay. An icy cold hate swept over Tyrant. The fox WOULD pay!
Jumping up, Tyrant gave a fearsomeness roar as he dug his claws into the fox's head. Clinging on, Tyrant began to tear apart the foxes head, raking out fur and flesh alike with his blood-stained claws. The fox cried out, trying to unsaddle its torcheror. But Tyrant did not relent. Not until the fox had fallen, dead.
"Help me with this." Tyrant growled to the shocked Night as he tried to pry loose the foxes teeth. With Night's help, Tyrant soon had eight good sharp teeth to stud his claws with. Doing so, Tyrant felt the icy hate melt away. It was over. He had won. He had been like Scourge.

Tiny Terror

Tyrant's spiky, short black fur bristled against Sparrowclaw's nose. He was excited. Today they would have a raid!
"Dad, can I come on the raid?'
Sparrowclaw answered through a mouthful of Tyrant's scruff. "Nn, yoo oo ong."
"I didn't quite catch that." Tyrant cheeked his father.
Sparrowclaw let out a playful growl. Tyrant knew he would give him a proper answer when they found a place to call camp for the day.
Darkcloud, Sparrowclaw's cousin, trotted up until he was level with Tyrant. "Doncha worry, kido, I'll make sure you get plenty of adventure today!"
Tyrant's very pale blue eyes sparkled. His eyes were almost white, with the very slightest hint of crystal blue.
"Nss ace ooks ood." Sparrowclaw mumbled.
"What was that?" asked Darkcloud, eying Sparrowclaw as if he had just grown wings.
Sparrowclaw placed Tyrant gently on the ground and pounced on Darkcloud without warning, pinning the smaller cat to the ground. Darkcloud was not a small cat, but Sparrowclaw was big. Really big.
"I said 'This place looks good'!" he roared, then bit down playfully at Darkcloud's ear.
The smoky grey-black tom chuckled as he shoved Sparrowclaw off of himself.
As soon as Sparrowclaw was on his feet, Tyrant bombarded him with questions.
"Can I come on the raid? Oh pleeeease let me go! I'll kill soo many cats, and, and, I'll steal soo much food! I'll, I'll..."
Sparrowclaw bowled the tiny cat over with a massive paw, chuckling. "You can't go this time, you little blood-thirsty tiger! It's a new group we're raiding today. We don't know what to expect, and we can't risk loosing a valuable cat such as yourself."
Tyrant seemed very deflated. His mother, Iceprowl, walked up with Tyrant's adopted brother in her jaws. She placed the black kit down and he bound over to Tyrant.
"Don't get your whiskers in a tangle! Remember, Darkcloud said he'd give us adventure!"
This was Night, who Sparrowclaw had found wandering alone about two moons ago. Tyrant and Night were five moons old now, but Tyrant was considerably smaller than Night. He had heard the word runt used in low conversations about himself. He knew it must have something with him being born a small cat.
But did Tyrant let this bother him? Oh no! Sparrowclaw told him stories of Scourge, Tyrant's great-grandfather. He was a runt, and yet look what HE accomplished!
"That's right!" said Darkcloud as he shook the dust off his pelt. "Tonight, you two will be in charge of the campsite while we are gone!"
The two brothers squealed with delight. Sparrowclaw eyed Darkcloud with uncertainty.
"Are you sure? What if something happens? Or a fox finds them?"
Darkcloud waved his tail dismissively and continued to talk to Tyrant and Night. "If anything strange happens in the camp, I want you both to yowl and sound the alarm. Then you can fight them off. But not before you give the yowl. Got it?"
"Got it!" the two cheered together.
Darkcloud looked at Sparrowclaw, his eyes asking for approval. Sparrowclaw raised his chin. It was okay by him.
"Right," said Sparrowclaw as he watched the darkness gather in the sky. "We best be getting a move on. We have to examine the camp before we attack, remember?"
Sparrowclaw and his BloodDrinkers took off into the night, swift and silent as wraiths. Darkcloud stayed behind a second. "Remember, sound the alarm if any trouble comes!"
And he took off after the others.
"Right!" said Tyrant. "Let's do a patrol and gather some moss for sleeping!"
"This is gonna be great!" whispered Night as he bounced with anticipation.
The two young black cats headed side by side into the surrounding underbrush to look for moss.

Meet Tyrant

(This is just all the cats that will be in the next post... which is A LOT! It's also the family tree of our new main character Tyrant, left)

(Cats in the next post:)

**Name: Tyrant
Clan/Tribe: He belongs to a group called the BloodDrinkers
Rank: Young-One (about 5 moons old)
Appearance: A black cat with very pale blue eyes, his fur is almost spiky, its short and sticks up
Personallity: He's extremely intelligent, quick thinking, and confident in himself. In fact, he often times wonders about the BloodDrinkers, and if it is right to belong with them. But his legacy won't allow him to be anything else.**

**Name: Sparrowclaw
Clan/Tribe: He is the leader of the group called the BloodDrinkers
Rank: Leader
Appearance: A dark tabby tom with orange patches, and amber eyes
Personallity: A spiteful, malicious cat, but has the ability to love, especially with his family: Tyrant, Night, Iceprowl and Lavendertail; his son, adopted son, mate, and sister. After Surviving the Battle of Vengeance, Sparrowclaw formed the BloodDrinkers. They wandered the country, terrorizing loners and rouges until they came across 'doesn't have a name yet'Clan. They are now launching the occasional attack on said Clan until they are weak enough to be taken over.**

**Name: Night
Clan/Tribe: He belongs to a group called the BloodDrinkers
Rank: Young-One (about 5 moons old)
Appearance: A black tom with dark gray on the tip of his tail, paws and ears and has bright yellow eyes
Personallity: He was born to a small band of rouges that was called Gloom, because of how dark their pelts were. He was left alone a lot when his mother went hunting and he was the only one of his litter to survive. He realized that the way of his rouge band was not for him, and when he was barely older than a kit he ran away. He wandered aimlessly until he came upon the BloodDrinkers: a band of cats who have branched away from BloodClan to follow the grandson of Scourge, Sparrowclaw. Night joined in their group, both respecting Sparrowclaw and becoming his adopted son.**

**Name: Darkcloud
Clan/Tribe: He belongs to a group called the BloodDrinkers
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: Dark, smoky grey-blue tom with red eyes like hellfire
Personallity: He's a very recluse cat. After all, he lives in hiding from the Tribe of Rushing Water, whom his father was banned for the bad omen about him. He isn't afraid of Sparrowclaw like the rest of the BloodDrinkers are, for Darkcloud knows that he is just as much and heir of BloodClan as Sparrowclaw, and challenges his authority when he isn't happy with the happenings within the group.**

Acceptance?

Ice and Juniperpaw could smell the cat before they saw him. The huge fluffy black tom approached the two of them a a pace that denied there was anything but muscle under his fur.
"Juniperpaw!" he gasped as he finally reach the two of them, which was on a small rise. "You had me worried sick!"
The tom eyed Ice warily, raising himself to his full height. Ice had never seen such a big cat. Even Wolfcry wasn't THIS big!
"And WHO might THIS be?" the tom asked, staring Ice down with piercing golden eyes.
"This is Icepaw," Juniperpaw said carefully, looking at Ice as if she had only just noticed him. "He found me wounded" she nodded to her back leg that she held close to her, "and he offered to help me back to camp. I really didn't have a choice, Nightstorm. I was REALLY lost until he helped me. Honest!"
The tom, Nightstorm, nodded disbelievingly. "And how is it that he comes by all these wounds?"
Ice opened his mouth as if to answer, but Juniperpaw cut in before he had a chance.
"It was a badger!" she said hurriedly. "It had sniffed me out 'cause I was wounded and all, and Icepaw came out of the bushes and attacked it! It put on a good fight, but Icepaw was too much for it, and it HAD to leave."
Nightstorm looked down at Ice for further comments.
"It was nothing, really..." he mumbled, his head spinning with the sudden relief of having a fake story already said and done.
But jusat as he was trying to impress the big cat, Ice's head swam, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.
This seemed to settle it. Nightstorm nodded briskly at Juniperpaw. "Right, Juni, can you manage by yourself until we get back to camp."
Juniperpaw was extremely worried about Ice. She nodded dumbly, her mouth dry with fear.
"Right. Let's go!"
Nightstorm picked Ice up in his jaws by his scruff. Ice felt like a kit again. They took off at a brisk pace. Juniperpaw was hobbling along as fast as she could go, with Nightstorm matching her pace. Ice tried to stay awake, but darkness ebbed at his senses. In almost no time, Ice passed out into merciful darkness.

**Name: Nightstorm
Clan/Tribe: Unknown (same as Juniperpaw)
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: Huge, fluffy black tom
Personality: Strict in appearance and demeanor, though secretly a softy. He protects his clan with his life, and doesn't relax when he knows a stranger is nearby.**

The Outcast

**Name: Ice That Traps the Drowning One
Clan/Tribe: Formally of the Tribe of Outcasts
Rank: Was a to-be, soon to be fully ranked to camp-guard
Appearance: Slightly off white cat with grayish tint, and blue-grey leopard spots, and ice blue eyes
Personality: He is very bipolar. He can be really nice and considerate at times, and then at your throat the next. He's haunted by silhouetted cat that attacks him in his dreams. He left his Tribe and brother when he killed his uncle, the leader of the Tribe, Gale.**


Ice ignored the leaf-bare cold that bit at his fur. It couldn't compare to his cold heart. How could he have killed Gale? He was like a father to him!
For a third time that night, a tear glistened down his cheek, catching in his whiskers. His pink tongue sought it out, and savored the salty taste. Salty like blood. Ice shivered. He had tasted it. It was horrible. It tasted of death, sorrow, and pain. The taste still hung is his breath and the liquid clung to his matted fur.
How long he had been walking, Ice will never know, but it was sometime into the night when he smelled cat.
At first, Ice was worried that another Tribe cat had caught up to him. He wasn't ready to explain what had happened with Gale. But the scent was unfamiliar to him, and the thought of company on thrilled Ice. Though he acted solitary and recluse, Ice was really a social cat at heart.
As Ice crept upon the new cat, he could sense something. They were in pain. Memories of the look on Gale's face as Ice's claws ripped through his white fur triggered something in Ice, and he sped to find the hurt cat.
He found her not to far away. She was a young light tortoiseshell cat who was limping pretty badly. She was about his age, maybe younger. Ice took in a deep breath and emerged from the bushes.
The cat stared frightenedly at Ice. But he gave her a sniff, and then lay down submissively, licking a front paw.
"Whatcha doing out here this late?" He asked with pure concern in his gentle tenor voice.
She beamed at him with winning grey-blue eyes. "I was wandering aimlessly through the night. You?"
He smiled at the good-humored she-cat. "Pretty much the same." Ice gave her another sniff. "You belong to a Clan?"
He smiled awkwardly. "Yeah."
Ice was relieved she didn't inquire about where he came from. "We should be getting you back to your camp. Foxes and badgers can smell a wounded cat from a mile away!"
"Then I should probably take you with me. Look at those wounds!"
Ice looked down at the gashes criss-crossing his pelt; a few were still trickling a steady stream of blood. He suddenly felt his legs go numb and his head spin.
"Easy." she said, leaning up against Ice to support him.
"Thanks." he said breathless. He hadn't felt such comforting warmth in what seemed like ages.
"Common. I think I can find the camp now. It looks familiar here all of a sudden..."
He voiced trailed off as she scanned their surroundings.
"This way!"
The two cats began stumbling side by side through the undergrowth, towards the she-cat's clan.
"My name's Juniperpaw." she said happily to Ice. "What's yours?"
He hesitated a moment. "My name is Icepaw."
"Well Icepaw, let's get us two wounded cats back to camp!" And so the two cats staggered into Juniperpaw's territory and towards the camp.


**Name: Juniperpaw
Clan/Tribe: Unknown (someone can make it up)
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: A light colored torti she-cat. Most likely a white coat with patterns of ginger, sandy brown, and chestnut brown, with grey-blue eyes.
Personality: She is quirky and cheery and curious and quite clumsy, though she has a passion for what she does and a heart big enough to love everyone**

Rule of RP

Rules:
Any cat you make up most have a form like this:

**Name:
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Rank:
Appearence:
Personallity:** Copy and paste that (stars and all) when you introduce a cat.

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Normal txt- when your writing the story.
"Quoted txt"- when char is speaking
(parenthesized txt)- when you drop out of character




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