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[crystalpelt]

Bloodfang licked his lips after finishing off a juicy plump frog. His eyes wondered from the remains of his fresh-kill to the Leader's den. He had almost forgotten why he was here. He was here for one reason and one reason only, to take over. The lonely life of a rogue was a lonely one, but satisfying one. He had now found a better life as a Clan cat.

Food was always constantly being added to the pile; most of the time he didn't have to go hunting and he always had a choice of what he wanted to eat. He didn't always have to look of his shoulder for on-coming danger and could actually relax for once in his life. He also enjoyed the ample amount of she-cats within the Clan. He always had a warm place to come home to after checking the borders. But even though he liked his new life, he longed for more.

He longed for the power and respect that came with being a leader. He could see himself ruling over the cats of Shadowclan and making it the best Clan within the forest. Specklestar was going a good job, but he knew he could do better. Specklestar was not bringing this Clan out to his full potiental. But being a former rogue he knew he could not just prance in and take over. He had to work his way there. He had to gain the trust of ever single Clan-member. From the elders to the kits, he had to make sure everyone look up to him and saw him as a valuable member of the Clan.

Bloodfang had yet to do so though. He had to start somewhere and would start today. He found manipulating she-cats easier than they are with toms. He could easily woo them in the hopes of getting them on his side rather than their leader's. Wait. Their deputy is a she-cat. Maybe he could tempt her into doing a little dirty work for him. Corrupt her mind a little bit in the hopes of getting his place as the new leader. But he knew she'd be next in line but he could get her to kill Specklestar, move up as leader, and make him her deputy. Things may actually go his way if he was actually able to get a chance to talk with the busy cat.

Specklestar might be easy to get to as well. She's also a she-cat. Even if she's the leader, she can be manipulated as well. Surely she has always wanted kits. Maybe he could even get her to be his mate. That would be the ultimate sign that he had gain her trust. If he could get her to have his kits, then he could convince her that it was best just to become a Queen and give up her title as leader, allowing the deputy to take over. By then he hoped he would already obtain the deputy's trust to make the next deputy.

But right now Bloodfang guessed he'd start with the warriors if he couldn't get to the deputy or the leader. He stood up, stretching as his eyes focused on the entrance of the warrior's den. He sat back down, waiting for a she-cat to walk out. Maybe he could get one of them to do a little hunting with him. Then he would work his magic and get them onto his side. Hopefully it'd be as easy as he hopes.

||Occ; I need a she-cat please. It doesn't matter who it is as long as its either a warrior, the leader, or even the deputy. Anyone may join. As you already can tell, Bloodfang wants to take over the Clan. He is trying to gather cats to help him take out the leader. Your cat doesn't have to be so easily manipulated though. Maybe he might fall in love with her or something. Who knows. :3||

[chaos]

ooc; Take over the Clan? That's a bit much, isn't it? Hmm. Do you think that Brackenheart andhim could have some sort of tension? Brackenheart's a tom so I mean like, they dislike eachother in an.. odd sort of way.

[. s p o r e l e t t ♪]

((Oh hey, do mean in a competitive, testosterone-fueled kind of way? Because I think that would be really interesting, especially for any she-cats who happened to get caught in the crossfire... >:3))

[crystalpelt]

||Occ; Of course. That would make things very interesting, wouldn't it? But I rather not do it on this thread if you don't mind. We can start it on another thred if you want.||

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ooc: *post reserved for Whiteheart as soon as she's accepted* x3

[chaos]

ooc; Pretty much, Spore. And okay, I need to have Brackenheart do something rather than sit around all day.. xP

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Whiteheart kneaded her nest nervously with her front paws. She had been able to hear the Clan meeting announced by Mousefoot and was only reminded of the ThunderClan cats at their camp. She had been too timid to go out and see what was going on. All she knew was that Brindlepelt was hurt, and a patrol of ThunderClan cats had been brought to ShadowClan so that their medicine cat could tend to Brindlepelt. She was now tempted to peek out into the clearing to see what was going on, and perhaps watch the patrol leave.

She glanced across the den at Bloodfang, who seemed to be finishing some fresh-kill. She couldn't stop an invoulentary shiver. Whiteheart was a bit afraid of him, and it was no mystery to her why. With a name like Bloodfang, who wouldn't be scared of him? She worried he would think strangely of her staring at him, so she stood and trotted across until she reached his nest. Swallowing her nervousness, she meowed, "Are you going to hear the Clan meeting?" somewhat uneasily.

[crystalpelt]

The black tom could feel someone's gaze piercing through his pelt. He looked up, his amber eyes meeting a pair belonging to a she-cat. He watched her closely as she approached him and couldn't help but smile to himself. He didn't even have to approach her, she came herself. Not a work was spoken between the two and Bloodfang hadn't even introduced himself to the she-cat, and she came towards him despite much hesistation. 'Looks like I found my first pawn...'

"Um...no. I'm sure the meeting will be concerning those Thunderclan cats. I couldn't care less about what happens to them. Besides...I'm sure I'll be informed later." The young tom rose to his paws, stretching before focusing all of his attention on the black spotted she-cat. She maybe a couple of moons older than him, but he was sure that wouldn't matter much. From what he could tell by seeing her around, she was a kind female. The good ones are always the easiest to manipulate.

He loomed over her some-what. His frame was a bit bigger than her petite one. She was beautiful, definitely. An excellent she-cat to bare him a few kittens, but right now offsprings was the least of his concerns. He'd think more about that once he was able to take care of Specklestar. Besides, he couldn't be tied down to one she-cat at the moment. He needed mutiple to be under his command and he was sure he wouldn't be as successful if he had a mate. "Um...the fresh-kill pile is getting a bit low. Whiteheart? That's your name, correct? Care to do a little hunting with me, Whiteheart?" He asked her, taking a couple of steps forward before looking back at her. His tail flickered, encouraging her to tag alone. "I would like to get to know you a bit better."

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"Oh," Whiteheart watched as Bloodfang stood and stretched and was reminded of what a big tom he was. They had never spent much time together, and she didn't know him very well, not like she knew some of the other cats near her age. She blinked, her bright eyes alert and focused on him, slightly afraid that for some reason he was going to hurt her.

But no, he was casual and seemed friendly enough. She had let her paranoia get the better of her and prevent her from getting to know him. He wasn't clanborn- that was reason enough to want to know him better. Whiteheart wasn't skeptical of non-Clan cats like some others were. She was welcoming to everyone.

Her eyes turned softer, less wary as he stepped closer to the den's entrance. To her surprise, he invited her to go hunting with him. Would it be best to go out alone with him? Stop that, it's your nerves. There's nothing wrong. She told herself. Besides, she couldn't say no, just like that. He hadn't done anything wrong to deserve her rejection. "...Yes, I'm Whiteheart. Sure." She padded forward to join him, letting him exit the den first. "And same with me. Your name's... Bloodfang, right?" She forced herself not to shudder at the scary name.

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Darkflower lingered in the shadows, nonchalantly grooming her silky pelt until it was absolutely spotless. Though she appeared absorbed in her task, she was secretly listening in on the conversation between Whiteheart and Bloodfang and felt growing annoyance as she listened to the gentle she-cat agreeing immediately to Bloodfang's suggestion. She let out a disdainful snort, eyeing Whiteheart with a critical expression. She did not say a word, but she moved out from the shadowy corner and stalked past her, letting her luxurious pelt brush past the other warrior.

As she padded past, she turned her head to fix her pale green gaze upon Bloodfang. She ignored his appearance and focused intently on his eyes, as if she were trying to strip away the outer layers and see into his very mind. Whether or not she found what she was looking for was unclear, for she narrowed her eyes coolly and merely curled her tail around her. She did not care what this cat might seem to be, or whether he was charming and charismatic; he was not a pure ShadowClan and Darkflower's inherited prejudices against outsiders kicked in. She still did not say a word, but simply stared coldly from Bloodfang to Whiteheart, disapproval radiating from every hair on her pelt.

[crystalpelt]

Bloodfang was immediately pleased by the acceptance to his invitation. "Correct." He answered her question, stepping out of the den and into the sunlight. He looked up at the sky, allowing his smooth, sleek pelt to glisten in the sunlight. This made things easy. She did not seem to jugde him whatsoever and would be quite the easy one to get onto his side. She was sweet, a little too sweet and that would be her downfall. Nice cats always finished last.

But attention was taken away from the white, black-spotted pelt she-cat as he heard a snort. He turned back, watching as the beautiful cat made her exsistance known. Her appearance easily caught his attention and he knew he would get her as well. She was absolutely stunning and her emerald hues pierced through his very soul. He could already see this one will be a tough nut to crack, but that just made things all the more entertaining.

Bloodfang noticed that she was starting at him and allowed a small to form on his maw. "Is there something to matter? Your name is Darkflower, am I wrong? Would you like to occupany us on a hunt, Darkflower?" He questioned her, taking a few paw-steps closer to the she-cat. Manipulating two she-cats are once was a bit challenging, but Bloodfang wasn't frightened by the challenge. If he was able to do so, he would have no problem at all taking on the rest of the she-cats of Shadowclan.

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Narrowing her eyes even further, so they were nothing more than green slits, Darkflower regarded Bloodfang for a long, frosty moment. She could not believe he was even trying to talk to her; didn't he know she would never deign to mingle with a non-Clanborn cat? Honestly. As if she would be as easily taken in by Whiteheart. She almost scoffed out loud at the very idea of her hunting with him and Whiteheart. Though she was tempted to simply ignore him and move away, she decided it might be more effective just to set him straight right now.

A long pause held out before Darkflower finally bothered to answer. "No." She replied shortly, turning her head haughtily away so she gazed somewhere a few feet above Bloodfang. She licked one paw and just for the sake of vanity, she drew it over her ear and smoothed her already immaculate fur. Perhaps she was foolish to draw attention to herself like this, though somewhere deep down she acknowledged that she rather liked commanding this tom's attention. Maybe she could tolerate him admiring her, even if she would not consort with him. No, she would never get taken in by a cat like this. She was made of stronger stuff and she had been brought up better.

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Whiteheart felt a cold chill go through her as Darkflower's gaze landed on her. She knew Darkflower was rather unfriendly and harsh, but as far as she remembered, she had never been directly mean to her. She instinctively shrunk away, taking a step back, and her eyes once again rounded with worry. Of course she wouldn't mind if Darkflower joined them in hunting, but she wouldn't be able to stand it if she recieved dirty looks the whole time.

Dispite her earlier uneasiness at being alone with Bloodfang, she was relieved when Darkflower refused. It was one less thing for Whiteheart to fret over. If she did one thing good, it was worrying. Her head did a slight nod, which looked more like a twitch, and she looked back at the tom, eager to leave. She didn't have anything else to do, and from what she heard of the Clan meeting, she wasn't chosen to go to the Gathering. Might as well hunt, she thought.

[crystalpelt]

What was her problem? Bloodfang couldn't lay a finger on what was her problem with him. Had he done something around? Is it because he was a still fairly new cat to the Clan. Or did she some-how knew of the evil plans lurking within his mind. Whatever it was, she had captured his fancy. He wanted to break that shell she had around her and make her one of his mindless pawns. She would make a perfect addition, being an older and more exprienced she-cat than Whiteheart.

"No? Why not?" Bloodfang asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. He glanced back at Whiteheart, knowing she must have been feeling a bit left out. He left his tail-tip touch her slightly before his eyes strayed back to the older she-cat. "If that is your decision, Darkflower, then I won't pester you." He stepped a bit closer to the beautiful cat, stopping in front of her and lowering his head to her ear. She might not have liked such closiness, but Bloodfang didn't stay for much longer.

"Maybe you rather go hunting together when Whiteheart isn't around. I completely understand if you rather not have another she-cat around when we do a little hunting together. Maybe later I'll be able to give you all the attention you so rightly deserve." He smirked, leaning back up and walking passed her, his pelt brushing against her silky one ever-so-slightly. He was a bit pleased with himself. He couldn't let her think he was going to beg for her to come along. If she wanted to play hard-to-get, then he could easily win this little game of hers. He gave about two days,tops, before she finally accompanied him on a hunt. "Come, Whiteheart. We better get going."

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(OOC: Be careful with your tenses.)


Shock registered in Darkflower's mind as instead of being snubbed, as she had intended, Bloodfang instead came closer to her. She instantly recoiled angrily, her lip curling dangerously. He certainly was not supposed to approach her. How dare he! He was so obvious it was almost painful to watch Whiteheart, so innocent and naive, being swept away with him.

She hissed out loud, clear fury contorting her face and making her look nothing short of irate. Something about this Bloodfang had got right under her pelt and was irritating no end. It wasn't even just the fact that he was not pure ShadowClan, something more than that was making her dislike him. As if she would ever want to hunt with him on his own! He had to be living in some kind of ridiculous dream. Elegant cats from her family knew better than that. Oh no, she would never be a mindless idiot, completely infatuated with some fool of a tom with a charming manner and good looks. Even if Whiteheart was so easily convinced, Darkflower knew what was good for her.

"I get the attention I deserve from better cats than you." Her voice was a slow, husky and dangerous, with a touch of a challenge laced into her words. She dodged Bloodfang nimbly as he tried to brush her pelt, disgustedly turning her nose up at him. "Go on then, Whiteheart." She snorted. "Your beloved awaits. I wonder how many other she-cats he'll hunt within the moon." She laughed frostily, sticking her tail high in the air as she moved with her darkly gracefu gait away from the other two. Whiteheart was a fool, Darkflower decided. A fool indeed.