Newbie
Posts: 11
Played By: Sunni
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Post by Sunni_NPCs on Jul 19, 2022 20:52:48 GMT -6
I smell them
Yes! So near! So fresh...
You awaken in a dark realm. You can't explain it, but there is a lingering feeling that you're not alone here...
Contact! Contact! Yes!
The realm is a dark area, with woods that seemed to trail on forever. The trees were black, with drooping, rotten black leaves. A deep purple haze floods the area, and hang around the roots of the trees. A soft purple glow litters the land. Its source are small, luminescent mushrooms.
You can feel his presence.
He's nearby. Mocking you.
The entity sits straight up, his back cracking as he moves. A long muzzle parts to reveal sharp yellow teeth, and he draws his long tongue over them. A purple gas escapes his maw when it is opened, and it reaks of carrion.
There are four of you, just out of reach of one another.
Daisyfire of MoonClan...
Darkcinder of SunClan...
Rosebloom of MoonClan...
Shadepool of SunClan...
A sinking feeling of dread settles upon you. You can't see yur threat, but you know he's there. Watching you.
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MoonClan
The thing no one tells you about being dead is that it’s boring
Posts: 114
Pronouns: She/He
Played By: VioCrow
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Post by Daisyfire on Jul 20, 2022 1:15:09 GMT -6
*＊✿❀ Daisyfire ❀✿＊* Her fur spiked instantly, a low growl pre-emptying what would easily become a hiss full of fangs should the threat come into her sight. She kept her stance ready, a feeling that she’d inevitably have to defend herself. Where was she, though? It didn’t seem like a proper part of MoonClan territory, and she doubted that it was SunClan’s - so where could she possible be? Why had the world itself become black and purple all of the sudden, and just who else was here? What else was here? Daisyfire kept on high alert, never letting her guard down as she carefully crept through the purple haze. What is this stuff? She tried to keep her breath level, but never let her senses dull. The last thing she needed was to hyperventilate and get herself killed with the stupid death of suffocating herself. If she was being watched, the usual tactics of disguising one’s presence wouldn’t do any good. Her presence was already given away. All she could do now was wait. Wait and be ready. Ready, ready, ready - but ready for what? Her face twitched briefly with the irritation of it all. “Show yourself!,” she finally growled, coat spiking as much as it could given its length. “What’s the meaning of all this?”She was in no position to be making demands. She knew that. Still, her temper would not be mellowed out by hidden eyes and discolored foggy forests. She lashed her tail with an anger that had nothing else to do, creeping carefully in hopes of finding some sort of sign, some sort of clue. Perhaps even a solution. Solutions were rarely scattered about the floor like the yellow leaves of a tree, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth looking. Just in case. |
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SunClan
you might look at me and think you're going crazy
Posts: 8
Pronouns: she/he
Played By: rubykh
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Post by Shadepool on Jul 20, 2022 10:52:47 GMT -6
Shadepool awoke, none too suddenly, in total darkness. He thought nothing of it at first, merely adjusting to curl a bit tighter around himself, nose into the long fur of his tail as a cold shiver overtook his grey form. And yet... somehow, it didn't warm him the way it normally did. It was a deep, frigid cold, the kind that froze your muscle like you'd fallen through a frozen lake, doused in ice waters which clung and seeped and soaked you until you were too heavy to surface. A cold that dragged you deeper, and took your mind with it. Something's not right. With a restless groan, the big cat wrestled himself from the throes of slumber, green eyes opening into thin crescents which observed the scenery around him, nothing like the cozy overhang of the warrior's den he'd fallen asleep in. There was no moss beneath his paws, no familiar scents of his clanmates nor the warm press of a pelt at his back. He was somewhere else entirely. But how? A dream? And if it was a dream, then what was this harsh frost in his skin, like fear itself had drained his blood and left him hollow for the winds to gust through? This was no time to sleep, not anymore. Dream or not, Shadepool was an experienced warrior. One who did not succumb, not to any weakness. With a hefty roll, he turned onto his paws, rising up to bear against the suffocating pressure that exuded in waves from every facet of his surroundings, rotting and crumpled and wrong.
Shadepool realized, with a pang of his heart, what sensation had overtaken him, leaving him cold and sluggish. A feeling he'd only felt with his head between the jaws of a fox, the moment before it snapped shut, the moment before he'd fortunately been rescued. But the feeling was the same. It was an overpowering aura of predation, a presence which fired off danger signals in his head in spite of seeing no other creature. He could not see his hunter, but he knew, with every hair on his coat, that they were there.
With the honed instincts of a senior warrior, Shadepool jolted to the side, made for the cover of the tangled, blackened roots which offered little shelter, but at least provided something to press against while he caught his breath, suddenly pulled from his lungs like hidden claws had fished it out. In soft rasps, his green eyes flashed harshly, glazed with an exhaustion that kept him slowed and disoriented. But even through the haze of his mental processes, he knew he wasn't safe. Not here. Nowhere here. Don't make a sound.
Cast in the sickly glow of the forest's fungi, he sensed it. An encroaching shift in the atmosphere, a looming eye which could snuff out the moon and take his soul with it.
Shadepool was afraid.
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SunClan
Posts: 21 
Pronouns: He/Him
Played By: Nightrose
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Post by Darkcinder on Jul 26, 2022 10:33:23 GMT -6
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The tom felt himself shift, he knew he had just closed his eyes to rest but something told him to open them. An uneasy feeling began to settle upon his pelt a sticky chill it weighed down the tom he forced his eyes open, the scenery around him no longer that of Sunclans warrior den. Green eyes flicked around this was a landscape straight out of a nightmare the fog almost chocking him as he got to his paws to move around. He felt watched a presence that made his fur stand on end claws slipping from their sheathes as he moved forward he felt that were others here not just him.
Just what was going on? What was this?
The tom padded through the tree's all his senses on alert he searched for someone else a slight sound catches his ears but something tells him not to follow that one, the forest feels dead to him the sounds made seemed to thrum echoing in his ears his heart beat accelerated but his breath still coming out even. He would fight if he had to the purple haze about him made him shift his walk into more of a shifting stalk so that he could prepare himself he felt their eyes but he couldn't place from where, a deep rumbling growl slipped passed his teeth "Coward." he snapped out not liking the game that seemed to be at play. The unease grew until one thing he knew for certain, he was the prey.
Txt "Speech" Attack
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