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Post by duckyaisha on Apr 9, 2010 6:03:54 GMT -5
"Beetlepaw is trying to organize the cons so we can attack the Clanners. She's not really the leader though, more like a battle strategist. But we need more cats if we're going to do anything, more cats like you who don't want a Clan and will do anything to stop one from forming," Rainstripe replied. She was quite lucky to have found another cat who shared her viewpoint, especially since cons were rarer than Clanners now. With a few more cats, surely those Clanners wouldn't stand a chance.
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Post by Cloud on Apr 16, 2010 15:46:18 GMT -5
Pebbletail nodded. What Rainstripe said made sense. "If only we had a way to communicate without rumors spreading. I myself heard of the Rebellion through some idiot Clanner boasting that they would never beat the Clanners, if they existed. So naturally I tried to get more information. It took me forever before I came across a repellent tom who tried to charm me before he'd tell me anything. Disgusting cat he was, even if he did sort of help me."
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Post by duckyaisha on Apr 17, 2010 6:15:49 GMT -5
Rainstripe froze. Pebbletail was talking about Grimykit, she knew it. Either fear or anger made her paws shake and her claws sheathe and unsheate. "Where did you meet him?" she demanded, yellow eyes fierce. Her fur stood on end, her tail bushed out. She needed to know where Grimykit was, and she needed to teach him a lesson.
No, she needed to do more than that. She needed to kill him.
An idea had been formed recently, a new idea about how to get rid of the Other. Dismissing it as ridiculous, Rainstripe remembered it now. Killing the murderer Grimykit, who had created the Other, might end its reign over her mind, and occasionally her body. The problem was, she didn't want to kill anyone, not even Grimykit.
But she had to.
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Post by Cloud on Apr 18, 2010 14:32:47 GMT -5
Pebbletail raised an eyebrow when the gray tabby's mood changed so quickly, but she did not ask questions. "The tom? I met him..." She tried to remember. "...in the northeastern part of the enclosure, around the place that has swarms of crickets in the light season, somewhere around there. I've no idea if he's still there though."
She wondered if Rainstripe had a grudge with the tom. It was no business of hers, of course, but she was curious. Should she offer help? No, not yet. She wanted to know more.
"Tell me, is he an enemy of yours, this cat?"
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Post by duckyaisha on Apr 19, 2010 21:36:36 GMT -5
"He's an enemy of everyone, the mangy, cricketbrained, twisted, evil tom that he is!" Her claws slid out of their sheaths and did not retract, so great was her hatred towards the tom. "I have to find him, and make him pay for what he's done." The last sentence was said in a low murmur, an uncharacteristic gleam in her yellow-green eyes. Most cats that had met Rainstripe in her... unaltered state would have been slightly scared at her behavior, which was so different form what it had been less than a season ago. Thinking about the way she used to be made her sad, so she switched her thoughts back to Grimykit.
The Other liked this plan; it was quite pleased that Rainstripe was willing to go along with one of its ideas without any poking or prodding or possessing. Possessing was hard work, and after that spectacle at the Rebellion meeting it had barely enough energy to prowl around her mind. Luckily, she hated Grimykit as much as it did, so convincing her to kill him should be easy. And once she became a killer, it might- just might- be able to control her completely. It kept these thoughts safe from Rainstripe however, since if she knew what it was thinking she would automatically rebel. And it couldn't let that happen.
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Post by Cloud on Apr 20, 2010 5:57:17 GMT -5
"He did seem unpleasant." Pebbletail noted. She was slightly disturbed - though she would never admit it - by how...different the gray tabby was now. The gray con remembered that the she-cat had had dirt on her nose...because she hated the smell of blood. But, - though this was just a guess - she was probably going to do something violent to this tom, which would almost certainly result in blood being drawn. How very contradictory.
But Rainstripe's second words piqued her curiosity.
"What has he done? Besides being annoying."
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Post by duckyaisha on May 2, 2010 13:15:29 GMT -5
Rainstripe did not want to talk about the murder. She did not want to drag those memories back to the front of her mind where they would torment her for days through nightmares. But she had to get more cats on her side to help her kill Grimykit, and the only way to do that was to tell Pebbletail what he'd done.
"He's a murderer," she meowed, her voice choked and shaking. The words were hard for her to say; the memories difficult to endure. She wanted to close her eyes and wish them all away, she wanted the Other away. She wanted her mind to herself again. "He killed Branchkit for not giving him her lizard or some nonsense like that. I can't say I was her friend, but she hadn't done anything to deserve that!" Now her words were high-pitched and sounded slightly insane when combined with the trembling fear that shook her entire body, including her vocal cords, distorting the sounds.
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Post by Ten on May 2, 2010 15:48:34 GMT -5
ooc| heyyyy, uh....
Pebbletail hasn't met Grimykit.
And I want her to.
And it would have to be their first meeting.
So. The tom she met can't be Grimykit.
However!
Since it doesn't look like anyone's said his name,
Rainstripe can have assumed it was him but be wrong,
which works just as well.
Kapeesh? :3
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Post by Cloud on May 2, 2010 23:30:24 GMT -5
Pebbletail was a hard cat, and she was proud to say it, but she couldn't help gasping and her fur bushing up. Killing wasn't great in general, though she had to admit it was sometimes necessary. But this...this was wrong in every way. The killing of a kit was the worst thing a cat could do. She was no mother, but she felt this as strongly as if she'd had four litters.
"That's...that's horrible. No kit deserves to be killed, you're right. Especially over a lizard..." Her lip curled. "How stupid and wasteful. I do hope you punish him." Her shock at the murder was mixed with pure disdain. What had the idiot tom hoped to gain? A lizard? And for what? If he'd had any brains at all, he might've known that killing that kit would have evoked feelings of vengeance in others. Clearly, he wasn't bright at all. But allies were allies, she supposed.
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Post by duckyaisha on May 3, 2010 7:05:13 GMT -5
A little voice in the back of her mind was objecting to her idea of killing Grimykit, calling out plaintively and trying to catch her attention. She tried to think why this might be a bad idea, but no real reason could come to mind. Now that she had an ally, one that was in all likelihood stronger and more skilled at fighting than she, Grimykit couldn't last long. Hopefully she could get a few other cats to join her cause, not kits or elders but cats like Speckledclaw, who knew how to kill and weren't afraid to do it.
"I'm glad you agree." The fear that filled her when she talked with most strangers had disappeared. All the questions she usually asked herself- Am I doing the right thing? Do they like me? Did I say something strange?- seemed pointless now as they discussed the cat Rainstripe saw as the most evil in the Enclosure. Though she had known Pebbletail for less than a day, she felt as if they had known each other for seasons. She was the one that would help her kill Grimykit, she was the one to help her slay the Other and banish it from her mind.
Before the Other, Rainstripe had been soft-spoken and soft-hearted. Timidity and fear had ruled her mind and kept her separate from all the rest of the cats. It seemed strange that she was still the same cat she had been only a few seasons ago. Had it only been a few seasons? It felt like a lifetime, longer even. The invasion had aged her mind while her body remained fresh and new. Right now she should be searching for a mate, caring for her first litter, but the Other had made that impossible. At the prime of her life, Rainstripe was not enjoying herself, not spending every day soaked in the love of her mate and kits. She was fighting a constant battle.
It was as if she had completely skipped that step in her life, for now her pawsteps were weary and her thoughts were dull, focused on survival. Constant struggle with the Other had worn her down until there was barely anything left of the cat she used to be. And as she thought about this, she didn't feel sadness or guilt, but anger. Anger at Grimykit for taking away the best part of a cat's life and turning it into a torturous battle for survival. Anger at the Other for not leaving her alone, for being stronger than her, for being unvanquishable.
If Grimykit died, the Other died with him. This she knew. Her tail lashed back and forth and her striped fur bushed out, making her look menacing. Her yellow-green eyes, once soft with naivete, were now rock-hard with determination and fury. "An eye for an eye. Grimykit has killed for no reason, and it's time for revenge. It's time to do to him what he did to poor Branchkit."
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