Warrior Clan Cats

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Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
 
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DESTINY


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Age : 24

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PostSubject: Chapter 1   Destiny: By Frosty EmptySat 10 Mar 2012 - 19:05

CHANCELING
2 minutes, 36 seconds

Midnight. Not Emily’s favorite time of the day, but it was the best time to be out. The OSF only came out during the day. Of course, night time carried its own troubles. The other Wanderers came out at this time, but they were easy to avoid, or if it came to it, kill. They were all starved and crazy, and usually drunk.
The streets were empty at this time, and the moon’s full light gleamed on wet paths. Emily made a mental note to walk carefully. She couldn’t risk making a scene, especially not tonight. This mission was too important.
She toyed with the necklace as she waited for the first sign of movement. She was clad in a black hoodie a size to big and black baggie jeans that were shoved into her black army boots. The ironic thing was that she wasn’t a big fan of the color black, but she had more important things to worry about than her monochrome wardrobe. Besides, black was good camouflage at night. Her brown hair was hidden inside her beret, also black, and a green scarf that was completely out of place in her outfit covered most of her face, excluding her eyes and forehead.
She was going for a look as gender neutral as possible, where no one could tell if she was a girl or boy.
Personally, Emily thought she rocked the look.
Finally, she heard the steady drone of a car. The girl automatically knew it wasn’t anyone native to the area, because anyone here that had a car had one that barely ran. This one, on the other hand, had a purr to it that screamed something along the line of, “I’m rich! Money! I have money!”
She couldn’t help but smile. The ignorance of the wealthy was comical sometimes. Once the car turned down the street, she shoved her necklace down her shirt and mentally prepared herself for action. She silently thanked all the whispers that had said the Epodes family was coming to town for some political reasons. And the ones about the family staying in the Boris Hotel. The latter wasn’t a surprise, since The Boris was the finest hotel in town, rating 5 out of 5 on Brechton scales, but probably only 2 out of 5 on Libero scales.
Finally, after sending a silent pray to no one in particular that the car wouldn’t just run her over, she jumped out of her little hiding place behind a group of boxes.
“Help!” She cried in a pleading, cracking voice.
The car screeched to a stop and a man in his mid-twenties stepped out, an annoyed look on his pale face.
“Don’t ya know better than to jump in front offa movin’ vehicle?” Emily made a note of his voice. Heavy accent, probably from southern Libero. He wasn’t yelling at her, she’d admire the smooth way of his voice.
She blinked, as if just noticing that she jumped in front of a car. “Sorry. My father is hurt though, sir!” The girl told him, eyes wide in fear for her made up father. She was trying to talk as little as possible. No one could know it was her.
He rolled his eyes, but didn’t yell at her again. When he spoke, his voice had taken on a gentler tone. “Look sweetie, I’d love to help, but I’m kinda busy at da moment. Gotta get this royal family to do hotel, ya know?” He explained.
The conversation toke thirty two seconds.
Then the back door of the car opened and a woman walked out, more annoyed than the driver.
Emily’s heart fluttered with excitement. Now the real plan could begin. She jumped at the diver and throw herself against him. He stumbled back, not expecting the young girls blow.
“Hey, what’s your problem-” She didn’t let him finish as she banged his head against the concrete, not hard enough to kill, but enough to knock him unconscious. All of this had taken four seconds.
Jumping back to her feet, Emily spun around and faced the woman, who had frozen in shock. Emily didn’t utter a word as she ran forward and repeated the attack, this time on the woman. She was easier to take down, and Emily had to be more careful about how much force she used on the lady. Enough to injure, never to kill. Emily reminded herself.
The woman’s eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness. Emily grabbed the little purse in the woman’s right pocket, and then she ran over to the man and grabbed his wallet. Thirty seconds.
The teen ran to the car and flung open the door. She grabbed the suitcase then unzipped it before digging into it and looking for Orbs or Tokens. Finally, she found a little bag. She shook it and smiled at the sound of marbles dancing around. This was enough money to feed her for weeks. She shut the suitcase and zipped it up, before slamming the door shut once again.
Then she ran. Emily smiled as she ran off in the opposite direction of The Boris. She calculated the times in her head. She had a new record.
The raid only toke two minutes and thirty six seconds.

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PostSubject: Chapter 2   Destiny: By Frosty EmptySun 11 Mar 2012 - 0:10

HEART
Bread

Alton wiped the sweat off of his brow, leaving a line of dirt on his forehead. His hands fiddled with the shovel as he waited for the midday retreat bell to sound. The sun was beating down on him, and he was thankful that he only had the morning shift and not the midday one where people would often faint from dehydration, overheating and things like that.
He only had to have one shift, and it was a fairly easy one at that. Since he was only 15, he wouldn’t have to have more than one shift for another year. And farming wasn’t as bad as the other jobs. His oldest brother, Daniel, had to join the military, and Marcus had to become a Tester.
Alton thought back to the day that Marcus got his job. His mother cried and his dad had lost his fortitude and started yelling curses at Libero. The OSF had to drag him out and beat him in front of Alton’s family. Alton was only 7 at the time, but he knew better than to disrespect the government.
What his dad did was unheard of.
Then again, he had a reason to lose control. A Tester is similar to a guinea pig, they’re the ones the scientist test on, but nobody knows anything other than that. Basically, a Tester is a dead man.
But not everyone lived in fear of having this job. Only a few families were signed out to take it. That was how it works.
The Libero government had long ago decided that they should be the ones to pick what jobs everyone got. Since to many people wanted to be singers and football player and things that the country didn’t actually need, they figured that they should be the ones to decide. So they came up with a system.
The last name of a family represents how they live. Their mate, job, pay, etcetera.
For example, the royal families get to choice their mate from another royal line; they get the top jobs, like the highest military ranks, political ranks, and then things like entertainers and athletes. There is Chanceling, Epodes, Flarudus, Stela, and Nightingale.
Alton’s family was apart of the Heart line, one of the 15 regular lines. This was one of the poorest lines, assigned to the worst jobs and the least pay.

Section: Brechton
Mate Line: Dalt
Job: Soldier, Farmer, or Tester.
Pay: 2 Orbs a day.

A sharp pain on Alton’s back snapped him out of thought. He screamed and spun around to face the large man standing behind him. His face was covered in scars and his tan skin was lined by pink marks. He was muscular and tall, and his expression was cold and uncaring. He had a bullwhip in his hand, stained with blood. There was some fresh blood there, too.
“The bell hasn’t ringed yet.” He snarled, looking at the name on Alton’s back. “Alton Blake Heart,” He said aloud before writing something on the clipboard in his hand. Probably deducting Alton’s pay for the day. The man walked away and Alton sighed before returning to work, desperately waiting for the retreat bell to sound.

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Five minutes after the retreat bell finally rang, Alton was already on his way home. He looked around at the crowded market street, where booths were placed with various things. Some held jewelry, some clothes, some antiques. All of these Alton tried to steer clear of, because he would always start to think, wouldn’t mother love that, or, that looks amazing! And he couldn’t spend time dawdling at these stands.
But still, it always toke a little longer than it should to get to the food stand, where he would buy the things that they would need for that day.
Perhaps it was the magicians that preformed shows in the alleys, but never in the street because that would be seen as taunting the OSF, and that could result in public beatings, like the one Alton’s day had to suffer through eight years ago.
Maybe it was the musicians, usually little kids, or teens his age, always with an instrument and playing beautiful tones.
And of course there were always the booths.
Finally, Alton made it to the end of the alley, strategically placed the farthest from the entrance to get people to buy more things. Alton had to admit that it worked, but he couldn’t waste any money on unneeded things.
He walked to the fruit stand and bought an apple for his mother, and then he bought some herbs and cabbage. He would have to try to catch a squirrel or rabbit later.
As he waited for the merchant to give him his change, he overheard to men talking in hushed voices.
“Did you hear? That Epodes woman got mugged last night, right outside ol’ Boris’.” The tallest one whispered, excitement ringing in his voice.
His squat friends eyes widened in surprise. “How could anyone be so stupid?” He exclaimed, though there was a note of awe in his voice. “What did they take?”
“The person toke the lady’s and her drivers money. They were found this morning, knocked out in an alleyway.” He told his friend, his voice growing quieter to where Alton had to strain to hear.
“I guess the Wanderers are getting desperate...” Squaty replied tentatively, before peering around and over his shoulder. Alton looked away quickly and thanked the merchant for his service.
As he started walking away, he contemplated this. Wanderers were the ones that were lucky enough to not be apart of the system. They were all orphans or people that ran away. They keep a low profile and for the most part the OSF left them alone. The OSF had more important things to think about. But if, say, one of them attacked a royal family, then the OSF would be forced to do something, wouldn’t they? He thought they would.
Finally, Alton walked over to the bread stand and bought the oldest loaf for a mere two Tokens. Counting the money, he sighed. With only three tokens left, he couldn’t afford to buy anything else.
Deciding that the easiest way to avoid temptation was to walk the back alleyways, he waved goodbye to the merchant and turned towards the dark, damp alley.
This probably wasn’t his best idea, and after hearing the news about Wanderers attacking, he should’ve taken the safer trip. Of course, he didn’t.
It didn’t take long for Alton to realize that he was being followed. He felt eyes on his back, but whenever he spun around, the only thing there was an oil drum and a couple of boxes. A shiver ran down his back, but he turned around anyway.
Then he felt another sharp pain in his back as something hit him square in the shoulder blades, right on the bullwhip’s slash. He cried out in pain and spun around to face a teen girl, around his age. If he hadn’t just been hit in the back by the metal rod in her hands, he would’ve thought that she was quite cute. With her slightly round face, sprinkled with freckles, she looked like a child. But her cool black eyes were narrowed. She was sly, cold, calculating. Her frown was covered by a green scarf, as was the rest of her cheeks and face. But it was easy to imagine.
“What was that for?!” He exclaimed in outrage.
Her frown deepened, as if she wasn’t happy with his response. Well, sorry, sunshine, he wanted to say.
“Give me your money.” She told him calmly, her voice even, like she had said this a million times.
That’s when it dawned on him. “You’re a Wanderer.” He whispered in surprise.
She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that obvious? Now give me your money.” She repeated.
Now he returned her scowl. “No.” He said sternly, standing his ground.
Then she jabbed him in the stomach with the rod, shoving him backwards. “I’m freaking serious. I’m not playing, boy. Just give me something and you can leave.” She growled, walking up to him and shoving him against the wall.
He pushed her back, but she was surprisingly strong. “Fine.” He snapped, grabbing the apple out of his backpack and handing it to her. “Happy?” He asked as the girl glared at the apple, as if she was trying to turn it to dust. Or apple juice.
“Nope.” She retorted simply.
“Alright, then what do you want? I don’t have anymore money.” He lied. She rolled her eyes and reached down, then pulled out the three Tokens from his pocket. Then she spun him around and toke his backpack. “Hey, don’t take that!” He cried out is distress. Marcus had bought that for him before he left.
Surprise flashed in the girls eyes for a moment, but then it vanished once again as she unzipped the pack. After searching through it, she pulled out the bread that was wrapped in cloth, and threw him the bag.
”There. Now leave.” She said coolly, keeping her narrowed eyes on him.
He nodded and turned around, then he paused a moment before turning back slowly. “You should seriously try to smile more. Sullen doesn’t suit you.”
Then he continued to walk away, not waiting for a response.

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Frosty


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PostSubject: Chapter 3   Destiny: By Frosty EmptyMon 12 Mar 2012 - 10:38

CHANCELING
Home Sweet Home

Emily stared in disbelief at the vanishing figure. The… The nerve of some people! She thought in outrage. She toyed with the apple absentmindedly as she watched the boy walk away. She couldn’t afford him following her and figuring out where she lived. Then he’d tell the OSF, she was certain of it. He looked back once, and Emily couldn’t help but memorize his appearance.
It was a habit of hers, to know the people she’s raided so she didn’t have to steal from them again.
He was tall, not unnaturally tall, but normal height. To Emily, everyone seemed tall except children. Emily was peculiarly short, but she definitely packed a punch.
His hair was dark brown, and had a messy look to it. Some people from the royal families styled their hair like that on purpose, but the boy probably didn’t have the money for gel. His unkempt hair was just under his ears, not extremely long, but not buzz cut short.
From his one glance back, Emily could see his eyes. Pale green eyes, like moss covered by a thin layer of ice.
He was clad in a white shirt that was covered in dirt and sweat, indicating the he was probably just returning from work. His jeans were worse in cleanliness, and they were worn and torn at the knees.
All in all, he didn’t look half bad.
Soon he turned the corner and vanished down the next alleyway. She could follow him, but what for? She didn’t want to see him again.
After waiting a few minutes, just to make sure he wasn’t coming back, Emily finally tossed the apple and loaf of bread into her messenger bag and put the three Tokens in the stolen purse from last night. It looked truly daunting. With its pale, yellowish white velvet and golden designs of swirls, it was beautiful.
Something only worthy of a princess.
After doing a quick search of the alleyway, coming up with nothing (of course), Emily finally retreated home. She jumped up on an oil drum and crawled through the window lined by broken glass. Emily was careful to steer clear of the sharp pieces that made up the doorway, and she made a mental note to do something about that. Perhaps she could dull the edges, or remove the glass all together.
Once she made it inside the abandoned building, she walked down the littered hallways till she came to the back room. The building used to be a warehouse before it went out of business. Now it was her main home, the one she usually stayed at if she wasn’t on the run. Her bedroom used to be an office, but she had transformed it to suit her needs. There was a small cot pushed against the left wall, and a desk adjacent to it. Her small supply of clothes and food was neatly folded and tucked into the desk drawers. The ration of food was on the desktop, next to a portable oven and microwave that she had stolen whenever she raided a supply truck, one of her best missions, she had to admit. There was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, giving the room an almost eerily glow, but Emily had long since stopped noticing it.
Emily tossed her beret on the makeshift bed and then stripped off her jacket. Grabbing her messenger bag, she toke the apple and bread out, placing the loaf on the desk along with the other food and taking the apple with her as she sat down on the cot. As she ate, she mused over what she was going to do that day.
She had plenty of food and money, enough to last her the next couple of days. Emily didn’t like going on raids she didn’t have to, for she knew anything that she came across around here was scarce, and shouldn’t be wasted. She hated eating more than she needed, and she never toke more than a few Tokens from people, aside from the Royals. But they were practically bleeding money, and Emily never made a dent when she stole from them.
Subsequently, she couldn’t go on a raid, and she wasn’t in the mood to scavenge for things. Maybe she could go to the market, perhaps buy some new clothes. She might try to find a new scarf, although she had to admit that she was growing quite fond of the one she had now. Maybe she could look at the jewelry, which always seemed to please her. She enjoyed slipping on bracelets and necklaces and pretending that she was Royal, if for just a moment. She’d imagine a life of know worry other than your hair, or what to wear, or who to date. She yearned for that kind of life sometimes, although you’d never catch her telling anyone that.
She found herself wanting to go quite badly, as if some otherworldly force was pulling her towards the shops and booths.
So Emily decided to go to the marketplace.

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Emily looked at the weapons laid out before her. The clothes and jewelry hadn’t drawn her interest today, and instead it seemed to be the knives that called to her.
“How much for this one, sir?” She asked the elder man running the stand as she picked up the hunting knife. A plethora of knives was out on the table, and one in particular had caught her eyes. It was sharp; she knew this because she had tested it on the table and on her own skin. The handle was a forest green and she noticed the letters DGH were engraved in it. It was a good knife, and if it didn’t cost too much, she figured the she would buy it.
It’d give her something to do, a new toy to play with.
“Two Orbs, deary.” The man said with a toothy smile.
Emily didn’t like that price, and she frowned. “I only have one Orb. I can’t afford it…” She lied, her voice longing, as if she wanted the knife more than anything in the world.
The man frowned. “Well… I guess I could lower the price this once, for a lovely lady like you.” He told her, flashing Emily a wink.
What are you, like 50? She thought in annoyance, not in the mood for pedophiles. But she smiled nonetheless, and clapped her hands together in joy. “Oh, thank you sir! It means a lot, it really does.” She told him gleefully. Emily handed an Orb, a small, round marble with the Libero sign flashing gold in the sunlight to the man. She toke the knife and sheathed it before shoving it into her bag.
As she walked away, she didn’t pay attention to where she was going, and she collided with a tall male. As stated before, everyone was tall to Emily. She craned her neck and looked up at the man.
She nearly choked on her own breath as she saw the OSF officer symbol sewed into his suit, but more importantly, an angry OFS officer.
He looked down at her and frowned, before he noticed the Epodes woman’s purse swung over Emily’s shoulder. “Where’d you get that, miss?” He asked, narrowing her eyes at her.
Oh crap… Emily kept her expression blank, but inside she was screaming in fear. Don’t let him know anything, Em. Stay calm! She urged herself on. “This?” She asked, grabbing the purse and holding it out in front of her. “I found it in an alleyway. Thought it looked pretty, and someone obviously didn’t like it enough to take good care of it. It was out in the middle of an alley, for Pete’s sake!” She was rambling, and she hoped he didn’t notice.
Unconvinced, he grabbed her elbow. His hands were large and meaty, easily wrapping around her arm. “You’re gonna have to come with me, ma’am.” He stated, pulling her towards him. She knew what he was doing. They would go take blood tests and finger print scans and compare them to the ones on the suitcase, the man’s suit, anything with the criminal’s prints on it. Anything with her prints on it.
For a moment, fear flashed in her eyes, but she worked hard to keep an annoyed expression, as if this was outrageous, and she had nothing to hide.
Maybe if she pretended enough, it might actually come true.

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HEART
Fatherly Love

Whenever Alton finally returned home with nothing but herbs and a cabbage, he knew he was going to get into serious trouble.
He spotted his mother through the front window and sighed. She saw him, and immediately perked up. Her blond hair was beginning to gray and was held back in a loss ponytail. Her skin has a sickly shade of yellow, but Alton had gotten use to it. Just another effect from the Sickness.
The Sickness had no true name because the OSF, or Operation Safer Future, refused to recognize it as a true disease. They always chalked it up to the flu or something along those lines, but anyone in the poor sections knew better. The ones that knew the most about medicine such as the doctors in town said it was a type of virus, somewhat of a plague. Though not exactly, because it wasn’t contagious, but nearly impossible to cure without the right medicine, which no one had.
So Alton watched his mother suffer, and he listened to her cry softly at night, and would always try his hardest to make enough money to help her. He would try to save money to buy pain relievers, since he knew anything else was out of the question.
His mother interrupted his thoughts with a large hug, and he hugged back without a second thought. “Hey mom…” He began, running his fingers through his hair nervously, thinking about what he was going to tell her.
After one look at him though, his mother nodded understandingly. “It’s okay; we have some leftover soup from last night.” She whispered, forcing a smile.
That was the thing between them. His mother often didn’t even need to hear him say anything, she would just understand instantly. His father on the other hand…
“What, no food? I ain’t surprised, since you can’t keep up a job worth a crap. What did you screw up this time, son?” Alton frowned, turning to face the man leaning against the wooden pole holding the porch up.
“Hey dad, nice to see you too.” He mumbled under his breath.
His father chuckled slightly before looking up. “Well? Can you explain why you’re going to go hungry tonight?” He asked challengingly, his eyes flashing with glee.
Alton’s mother frowned, stepping forward. “David, we have plenty of food from last night. He doesn’t have to go hungry-“
He interrupted her. “That ain’t the point Marie. He needs to be taught a lesson. If he isn’t going to bring home the food, then he shouldn’t be able to eat at all.” He growled, keeping his eyes on his son and never taking them off as he waited for a reaction.
Alton’s gaze dropped to his feet and he sighed. He should have known his father would act this way. Stupid girl, stealing his food and money.
Alton’s mother looked ready to protest and play advocate, but Alton spoke before she could. “You’re right. Sorry to disappoint you, dad. I’ll be more careful next time.” He replied nonchalantly, glancing at his mother, signaling for her to stay silent.
Her lips twitched to a frown, but she complied and walked back inside, taking with her the herbs and cabbage Alton brought home. He followed her and looked at his father from the doorframe. “You coming?” He asked, as if he cared.
His father didn’t reply at first, looking away. After a moment, he spoke. “I have more important things to do right now. Tell your mom that I’m going out.” He said softly, trancelike.
“Where are you going?” Alton asked curiously, leaning closer to hear.
His father spun around, surprising Alton. “What the hell does it matter?!” He shouted. “Go back inside!”
Alton blinked before vanishing into the house, confused by his fathers sudden rage.
Something must be on his mind, something important…

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Alton was asleep whenever they arrived.
Their footsteps were loud and easily woke him from his slumber. He lifted his head slightly from his pillow and listened. Through a small crack in the door, he could see everything. The OSF pounded on the door until his mother ran to it and flung it open. They talked for a moment, the officer sounding furious and his mother sounding shocked. They argued for a few minutes, his mother glancing his way on occasion. Alton strand to hear, but he only caught bits and pieces of the conversation.
And what he heard didn’t sound good.
“… He wouldn’t do anything like that, sir! I promise…”
“… There’s evidence at the crime scene showing something different than that, ma’am…”
“… And he’s a prime suspect…”
“… No… No… NO! He can’t be!”
At that point, his mother began to sob and the officer pushed her out of the way. He looked over his shoulder and asked, “Where is he now?” But Alton’s mother didn’t reply for she was to busy crying. Rolling his eyes, the officer walked through the house, passing the small door to Alton’s room and walking towards the back of the house. What the heck is going on?! He cried inwardly, wanting to get up and see, but something was holding him back. Was it their choppy conversation? What he grasped didn’t seem good. Then he realized… Oh god, did dad finally snap?
Alton was still trying to figure things out whenever the door swung open, revealing a seriously peeved OSF officer. Alton looked in surprise before the man grabbed him by the arm, pulling him up. “Alton Black Heart, you are under arrest for the murder of an officer.” Alton stumbled in surprise and utter disbelief.
“What?! I’ve never killed anyone!” He argued, pulling away.
The officer punched Alton in the jaw and he stumbled backwards. He rubbed his jaw and gently touched his lip, his fingers coming back bloody. “Don’t argue with us, we have proof.” The man said sternly, pulling Alton away, towards the door.
“Proof? What proof?! I didn’t DO ANYTHING, DAMMIT!” Alton growled, stopping in his tracks, refusing to move forward. The man spun around, pinning Alton to the wall. “Shut up kid! You did it, and if you didn’t then we’ll find that out later. For now, you’re coming with us, so don’t fight back, got it?” He growled quietly, somewhat unsure, as if he was new at this.
Alton paused before squirming around helplessly. The man was to big to fight back, and Alton knew it was futile.
“Alton please!” He heard his mother plead. “Stop resisting.” She begged, her voice cracking. The boy looked at her for a moment and saw tears cascading down her cheeks like rainfall. Alton stopped resisting and went limp. The officer smiled slightly before cuffing Alton’s arms for safe measures. “Now, are you going to run, boy?” He asked, giving him a pat on the back.
Sighing, the teen shook his head in defeat. “No.” He mumbled.
And as the two walked away, Alton stole one last glance backwards. He spotted his dad, arms crossed, almost smiling victoriously.
He didn’t know what to think of it, but didn’t have much time as soon as the car door shut behind him, ready to lead him to imprisonment.

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