Crusader complex; Templar.

[kittywinkins]

ooc: a cat from Germany... with a russuian accent? how does THAT work? O.o
bic:
Talonkit glanced briefly over at the new cat.
"Rawr! I am the great Talonstar of Dreamclan, and I shall shoppa you all up into crowfood, yes yes!" He growled, digging deeper into Templar's tail.
"Die! die, fiend!" He shrieked at the long, furry thing.

[Cari]

Oh dear! Your right! Russian accent! LOL I meant German. I wonder where my mind was when I wrote that...

[smiley.]

"HEY, ARE YOU A SHE-CAT? WANNA HAVE KITS?" Maniac screamed, obviously having no clue he was being attacked. In fact, Templar could be raping him and Maniac would just think it was some silly game they were playing. Why was he yelling? Well, who really knew when it came to Maniac. The rogue kicked Templar off of himself and noticed he had scratches, some thin and a few deep. He licked away the blood and laughed, slurping it up and now having it all over his face. "Isn't this delicious? Here, you guys should try some!"
Maniac tried offering his - erm...blood to the other rogues and even that DreamClan cat around him, but none of them seemed to want it. It was so delicious, sort of like a rusty flavor...well, Manic hadn't really been exposed to water all that much. Suddenly, his mind had a spasm and he began bouncing up and down constantly. He shook his head rapidly as if he were having a seizure, and then just suddenly stopped with widened eyes. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and yelped:
"BLEH."

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[ask]

(XD Blood tastes good. I like the taste of my blood. =D Smells odd, but tastes good.)

[rain]

Copperstripe had woken, hoping to find Talonkit and maybe take him back to that place full of grasshoppers. He peeked into the nursery, looking for the tom-kit. When he did not find him, he searched camp, calling out the kits name. With a growl of annoyance, he went out to search for the kit. Following his scent all the way back to two-leg place, Copperstripe picked up the scents of kittypets, rogues and loners. Instantly his ears flattened, hackles rising in alarm. The warrior had a large passion of hatred for all non-clan cats. It was rather unexplainable, considering he was born a kittypet, but Copperstripe just couldn't stand cats that weren't part of a clan.
"Talonkit," he yowled, exposing himself to all the cats. He had to contain himself as he saw the kit gnawing on the tail of one of the cats. "Talonkit!" he yowled again, baring his teeth at Templar and Maniac. "Get over here!"

[kittywinkins]

Talonkit looked up, letting go of the tail and grinning happily at Copperstripe.
"Hello, Copperstripe! I just defeated that warrior!" He looked proudly back at the tail, but did not make any move towards the warrior. Why should he? he was among friends, wasn't he? albeit odd, deranged friends, but friends, all the same.

[| | Fudgey | |]

Sooty’s eyes widened, not believing anything she saw. Nothing like this had ever happened in the kittypet gardens before. She wouldn’t be surprised if one of their owners came out and started thwacking everyone with a broom, the way she had done when Sooty had met the fox. How was she supposed to know fox’s weren’t friendly?
But this was getting out of hand, if she wasn’t mistaken, one of the kittypet eating tribecats or whatever they were called had just appeared and everyone knew that tribecats and kittypets didn’t get on. It was time to take control.
Ruffling he silky Siamese fur, Sooty rose up to her full height which almost equaled Copperstripe’s. ”Suzie; go home, Herr Schmiffty or whatever you’re called, go back home too. As for you…” Fire blazed in the Siamese cat’s eyes as she looked at the mangled, strange cats which had turned and began attacking each other. ”Go back to where you came from!”
Sooty stood, breathing in and out heavily as her anger dwindled to be replaced by slight panic.
Strong words.
Zero effect.

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[kittywinkins]

Talonkit's head swiveled to face Sooty. He bounced closer to her.
"Hello! I'm Talonkit!" He mewed, then, catching a wiff of her strange scent, his nose wrinkled.
"Whew! you been around with twolegs!" He shuddered. "Them scaaary..." Then he stopped and looked up at Sooty curiously.
"Say... you aren't a clancat, are you? you're a... a.. what're they called? the cats who live with twolegs? ah... shootcets, or something like that.." His eyes wandered over her sleek fur, bulging tummy, and lack of muscles.
"Hmph! you wouldn't last five seconds against me!" He snorted, puffing out his chest. "I'm Talonstar! and I sent all those grass-oppers packing! yes yes!"

[Cari]

Herr Schmidtt raised his eyebrows. "Go home?" he asked incredulously, making a peculiar sound when pronoucing the "h". It was a sort of throaty, bubbling sound. "No vay! I'm not gowving anyvere!" he said stubbournly, situatiing himself more comfortably on the wall. "I haven't seen zis much excitment in a long time!" he looked at Talonkit with interest. "Dat's zit! Keep eet up! Git heem deya! And deya!" the large orange tom curled his tail around his paws. "You are dooving very vell, young herr!" He nodded approvingly. Then he made an odd, puckered sort of face as he turned towards Maniac. "You keep your mouth shut, seense you appear to have nothing to say dat eez gude. Why- you're a salzkartoffeln!! Dat's vat you are!" he said distainfully. "In Germany, no tom ever eensulted a ladee like dat!"

[alannah]

"Well, I am staying here as well," said the obese cat, slightly annoyed. "No matter how many kitties are here. I came here to take a nap, and I am GOING to take a nap. M-rrr-eee-ooo-w!" And once again, she plopped herself down on the ground, shutting her eyes tightly, with such assertiveness, as if she wanted to close the rest of the world out.

[| | Fudgey | |]

”I didn’t think it would work” muttered Sooty to herself, looking down at ‘Talonstar’ with alarm. He was barely five moons old yet he still scared her. ”Talonstar” she mewed in a quavering voice, backing away slowly, looking at his straggly fur and tiny stomach. ”I mean you no harm. I am not an uh …grass hopper”
Obviously crazy Sooty thought, looking at Talonkit with a little more interest. After all; he was only tiny and couldn’t hurt her that much. She was intrigued to how these tribecat things lived, but wouldn’t have dared to talk to a fully grown monster of a cat. This kitten may be the only chance she got. ”Where do you live?” she asked slowly and clearly, as though Talonkit was mentally disabled. Sooty thought he was; why else would you want to live wild?

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At this time, Copperstripe approached Talonkit, hissing at Sooty. "Let's go home now Talonkit. We can go visit grasshopper place on the way back if you'd like." He spoke to Talonkit, but never took his eyes off of the variety of non-clan cats around him. Definately on edge, Copperstripe flexed his claws involuntarily.

[kittywinkins]

"I live over there" Talonkit waved his tail vaguely behnd him. "In Dreamclan..." Then he heard Copperstripe.
He looked back at the warrior, torn between. Then he said, "Not now, Copperstripe! I wanna stay here!" He looked up into the tom's face pleadingly.
"Pleeeease?" the kit begged, trying to make himself look as adorable as possible.

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Copperstripe refused to give in this time. "We need to leave. There's a gathering tonight." He looked up at the sky, noticing how night was falling. "You can come back another day." Of couse, this was totally not true. Talonkit should not have strayed this far from camp to begin with.

[kittywinkins]

Talonkit sighed, and looked back at Sooty.
"Wait for me! I'll come back tomorrow and talk to you! I'll even show you what a great grass'opper catcher I am!" He promised, turning to follow Copperstripe, slowly.