vengeance ( rainstorm )

[{{ vesper°°]

Vesper was ignorant. Yet she knew exactly what she was doing. Little Vesper knew quite well. She had grown. She wasn’t the little kit she had been when she had first been rejected from the infamous Wind Clan, nor was she the youthful Loner she had been when just a few suns ago. She had been pushed away yet again. Not by the Leader, no! She was not worthy enough to see the leader a second time. No, but by the Deputy, the serene green eyed silver Deputy, sending her very own friend after her like she was merely speaking of a new moon.

Ravenfeather didn’t want her, nor love her like she had once hoped he had. Nothing of the sort! He no longer needed her. But that was fine. Vesper no longer needed him. Her legs had grown tall, her large golden eyes keen, and her claws sharper with every unsheathing. She had grown. She was a fighter.

Where was he? Her eyes danced across the narrow alleyway, searching for the haughty silver tom. It had only been three suns since she had broken away from the Farm and into the Two-Leg town. It was dirtier here, and the cats were twice as aggressive. But she could take care of herself. Her long slender shadow stretched from one end of the alley to the other. But it was barely a few fox-lengths wide, only fitting a few trashcans, let alone a dumpster to support a group of Rogues. Even the Loner’s didn’t bother to come here, which was exactly why this was the perfect place to meet.

“Rainstorm?” The jet black she-cat took a daring step forward. Her voice was silky smooth, almost flirtatious. That’s right, Vesper. Rebel, I dare you. It had been only yesterday when the she-cat had been invited by a large tabby tom-cat to visit the Loner, famous for betraying his clan. The story was inspiring, truly. In a dark, cynical sort of way. She felt the need for applaud. “I know your there.”

[rainstorm]

The large silver tom padded through the town. His icy blue eyes were narrow and his ears flat to his head. He wasn't in a great mood at the moment. He had just gotten back from talking to a few apprentices in the clans. Some looked happy to be invited to the assassins. But the ones he really wanted, the stronger ones, denied the invitation. They thought they were too good for the assassins. How dare they! They would die along with the rest of the clan cats who opposed them.

He snorted as he continued to his home in the alley. His large paws carried him straight into it. He stopped, suddenly, with one large silver paw in the air. His ears perked up and his eyes widened a bit as he saw an intruder. He was standing behind her, downwind, so she couldn't smell him. Than he heard her speak. She spoke his name. A smile crept up onto the tom's face. He recognized her. The large ears, long legs, and short tail. Her black fur was groomed. "So you came at last," he mewed, walking up so he stood next to her. She was tall, but still not as large as he was. He let out a small purr.

"Welcome to my home," he mewed as he continued forward, his stride confident and strong. He hopped up onto a trashcan and then up onto the closed dumpster top. He took a seat there and wrapped his tail around his paws and looked down. "How may I help you, Vesper?" he asked, his eyes shining with curiosity and expectancy. He kind of knew why she was hear, but he didn't dare say it out loud in case he was wrong.

[{{ vesper°°]

Her eyes watched the muscular silver tom, as she could not help but feel intimidated by his size. His mood seemed less than pleasant, and his large paws seemed the perfect size to give her a swat square in the face. Yes, Rainstorm was intimidating. Yet somehow, his hospitality spoke otherwise. But it made little difference.

“Yes,” she replied, a warm smile playing on her lips. It was surprisingly sincere. Her short bat-like tail flicked for a moment as she watched him jump up. It seemed fair for his size. For Vesper had observed most larger cats had much more trouble climbing up as high as she and the smaller ones. But Vesper just liked to call them fat.

His greeting was evenly toned, yet she could still detect slight hints of sarcasm. This wasn’t his home, was it? It was much too small. She suppressed the urge to shake her head. No, no, an alley like this would have to be much larger to house a gang of assassins. This must not be the place. “Of course, I liked what you did with the- er, dumpster décor.” At the sound of her name, her eyes lifted. Her face was a clear mask of surprise, quickly evening mildly.

“Why, I was sent,” she purred, her tone matter-o-factly. “By a tabby tom, quite the hefty one in fact. Twice as fat at you, and with the lightness of an elderly badger to match.” Vesper laughed lightly, hoping his move would lift as hers began to as well. “Just a few suns ago, I paid a visit to Wind Clan’s camp.” She paused for a moment as her tone darkened. “And, for a second time, as I’ve told you before, I was rejected.” She let out a small huff. “Not even by the Leader, either! But by the Deputy, Ivyvine, thorn, whatever.”

Her head lifted, and her gloomy gaze soon began to clear. What was she getting at? Oh, that’s right. She jumped to the top of the trashcan. “Long story short, I’m asking you what you’re up to. Whatever it is, I want in.”

[rainstorm]

Rainstorm listened, his tail flicking a bit as she commented on the dumpster he was sitting on. He looked down at it and thought it was a nice touch to the alley. His gaze went back to the she-cat as she told him she was sent. A tabby tom, huh? And a fat one. He smiled, tail curling in amusement. He continued to listen, laying down a bit. His eyes closed so he could concentrate a little bit easier. A moment later he heard her jump up onto the trashcan next to him. He let out a mrrow of laughter as she stated that she wanted in.

He opened his icy blue eyes and looked at her. They were filled with amusement and interest. He got to his paws once again and jumped down so he stood on the same trashcan. A purr rose to his throat as he examined her. "So you were denied entrance to a clan. And by the Deputy at that. How interesting," he mewed, unsheathing his claws. A loud, high pitched screech came from his claws as he flexed them on the metal. "Ivythorn has always been a weak cat. She doesn't know a strong cat even if it was staring her right in the face," he snorted.

He examined her more closely and sniffed her pelt. "You're scent. You have come from the barn outside of Windclan territory. I took refuge there when I had been chased out of Shadowclan," he stated. He extended his front paws until he could stretch. After a moment he stood back up, shaking his silvery fur. He jumped to the ground again, flicking her nose with his tail. He landed gracefully for such a large cat and let out a loud yowl. A few moments later there were several yowls in return. "Do you hear that? Those yowls. Those are my allies. There are quite a few of them, as you can tell. I am second in command of those cats. Those cats are here to train against the four clans," he mewed, looking back up at the she-cat.

He smiled again and used his tail to point at the end of the alley. "My home is actually back there. Back behind that wall, there are two abandoned twoleg dens. That is where the army resides. Once we are big enough and strong enough, we will raid each clan territory and have it for ourselves!" he stated, his eyes filled with satisfaction and glory. "No cat will stand in our way. Not even the kits. We will train them and if they don't listen, we will hold them under the streams and rivers. We will drown all those cats," he purred, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his massive paws.

[{{ vesper°°]

stop now! before it's too late,

your lover was for hire, have you noticed he's been late?

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[rainstorm]

((I love the table ^.^))

Rainstorm purred as he finished his speech. He looked at her, waiting for a reply, yet none came. His eyes narrowed, as he continued to wait. Suddenly, he smelt something. He breathed it in and his tail lashed. It was fear! He could smell it on her just as easy as if a fox came running into the alley. He snorted in disgust. These assassins didn't need weak cats. Cats who were afraid to kill. Ones who will hesitate in battle. That could get you killed for Starclan's sake! He turned away and began pacing back and forth, thinking of what to do. Then a question reached his ears.

He turned back to face the she-cat. She seemed a little bit less afraid. He smiled. "Our leader. She shall become the leader of the forest. She shall rule over us all! Any cat, dog, twoleg, fox, or even badger, shall cower at her paws. They wouldn't dare step into the forest once she takes control," he growled, lip curling back into a snarl. His teeth were sharp and his snarl made him look intimidating and fierce. He then turned his icy blue eyes to the sky. "Our leader is great and shall rally us together. After the forest, than we will take twoleg place. We will capture the kittypets, loners, and rogues so they can work as sacrifices. Sacrifices to the mighty cat in the sky," he added, before tearing his gaze from the cloudy sky so he could look at her again.

His voice got softer until he could barely be heard. "All the she-cats, besides our leader, will be taken off the front lines. They will stay in the camp and learn about the herbs. Then, with the tom of their choice, they will give us kits to be trained. The she-cats will be honored above all other cats," he stated, taking a step towards her. His eyes had a far away look to them, as if he was imagining the future. He could feel his heart pounding with excitement. He wanted to race into the forest and tear the clans apart right at this moment. But he couldn't. And he hated to admit it, but the assassins were not strong enough, yet.

((Rainstorm's a bit crazy XD))

[{{ vesper°°]

stop now! before it's too late,

your lover was for hire, have you noticed he's been late?

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words 278 tags Rainstorm notes thanks! i can't take credit for it though, someone else made it. haha! vesper's a little bit insane herself at the moment. credits rinne

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[rainstorm]

Rainstorm snorted as he heard her reject the thought of having kits. His eyes blazed back to life filled with anger. He bared his teeth at her and the fur along his broad shoulders began to rise. "You will fight! You will fight to gain control of the forest! After that, we must keep the she-cats safe! No, I will not allow a she-cat in the ranks of the army we are raising," he snarled, claws unsheathing. They dug into the twoleg waste that littered the ground. His icy blue eyes glared at her. Then, after a moment, he began to relax. He had thought of something. No she-cat would want to fight, unless they are protecting something that they fiercely love, right? He forced the fur on his shoulders to lay flat and his lip went back down to hide his teeth.

"Unless..... there is a cat in the forest you want to protect. Are you in love with a clan cat, My Dear Vesper?" he asked, flexing his claws in and out. A small rumbling noise came from his throat. It wasn't a purr, but it wasn't a rude noise. In fact, it showed that he was interested. "Maybe a Windclan cat?" he asked. He thought for a moment, thinking of all the toms in Windclan. There were plenty of toms in there. All of them loyal to their clans, unless one had been meeting this odd she-cat in secret. He sat down and moved some twoleg waste off of the ground, clearing a space next to him. He patted that space with one paw, indicating that he wanted her to sit there. He lifted a paw and examined his claws.

"Stripetail, Foxthorn, Ravenfeather, Firestep, Silverwing..... Which one is it?" he asked, slamming his paw in the ground and looking at her. He felt a sharp pain shoot up his leg and he winced a bit. He looked down at his paw again and noticed something sharp and shiny. He sniffed it, grabbed it in between his jaws, and pulled. It came out easily, along with a gush of blood. He licked it a few times, stopping the bleeding and gently set it back down. He then looked back at the she-cat, waiting for her answer.

[{{ vesper°°]

stop now! before it's too late,

your lover was for hire, have you noticed he's been late?

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/a2vuas.png); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #202020; text-transform: lowercase;] Vesper listened as the tom spoke, his deep snarling voice raising every other word. As stubborn as she was, she didn’t mind patience. As it was an old time friend, poking at her nerves whenever she most needed its guidance. Patience had never been her virtue. Vesper lifted her gaze, her warm golden eyes meeting his icy blue ones. So she would fight. Hmph, it seemed most fitting. The females would be tested. All those strong enough to last the battle would mate, and those that would perish were just another pile of crow-food. She wished neither upon herself. “As you wish,” she mewed solemnly, sheathing her claws back into place. Vesper gazed closer, quirking a brow as she watched the tom. What was that look for? A hint of mild bemusement began to grow before her eyes. Did Rainstorm really think he was figuring out the very puzzle that was Vesper the Loner? Her chest puffed out haughtily. He wouldn’t know a she-cat’s secrets if she drew it in the trash he stood upon. Her heart began to thud harder and harder. It was the stench that made her lightheaded, not his words. Yes, keep telling yourself that Vesper, she thought. “Really, Rainstorm,” she began, keeping her tone as light as she could. “You really should stop listening to the she-cat stories.” Her words became faster, slipping past her lips with thinly masked haste. “Tales of heartbreak are not for the faint hearted, and forbidden love between cats is a fate- fate-” She tried to finish her sentence, yet the words caught in her throat. “Worse than death.” She flinched as Rainstorm stamped his large black padded foot against the cobblestone alley. Each warrior name sent a chill down her spine. And as Ravenfeather’s name was called, her heart skipped a beat. Diversions, diversions, think of diversions. Suddenly, her eyes caught the tom’s slight wince. “There’s Burdock Root in the garden. I could treat you… If you like.”

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[rainstorm]

Rainstorm's ear flicked away her question. He snorted, clearly telling that she didn't want to answer the question. Her let out a purr of amusement and looked at her straight in the eyes. He smiled a bit. So it was one of these cats. But which one? He thought for a moment. As far as he knew, none of them had mates, but he hadn't been in the forest for a few moons. That could have easily changed. He began to try and narrow down the choices.

Stripetail was a flirt. It wouldn't be surprising to see him attracting this young she-cat easily. Then there was Ravenfeather. He did seem to catch the eyes of a few she-cats, besides his attitude. Foxthorn seemed too old. I doubt it would be him, anyways. He was probably too old to make it that far to the barn. he thought, his tail flicking in annoyance. He looked at her again. He didn't know much about the other two, either. He snorted. He only narrowed out Foxthorn. "So who is the tom? And don't try to change the subject. I now know its one of them," he stated, a small growl coming from his throat.

This silver tom didn't like people trying to trick him. It didn't get anybody on his good side. In fact, it just annoyed him and made him angry. He was second in command for the assassins. He deserved respect from every cat. He wanted his question answered. NOW. And if she didn't cooperate, the assassins didn't need her. It just proves that she wouldn't listen to what he said or what their leader said. He dug his claws into the twoleg waste.

"I will give you a chance to convince him to join us. Then he wont have to be killed. I'm sure that if he means a lot to you, you would do anything for him, right? Well, if he's still with the clans when we invade, then I will make sure you don't go near any of those Windclan cats. I'll kill them all myself," he mewed, his fur bristling and eyes blazing with anger. He bared his teeth and lowered his head threateningly.

[{{ vesper°°]

stop now! before it's too late,

your lover was for hire, have you noticed he's been late?

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words 477 tags Rainstorm notes sorry i was gone for the evening. took a trip somewhere and it took forever. credits rinne

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[rainstorm]

Rainstorm listened to her. The mice in his mind began to run. His tail flicked at her comments, clearly not believing it. Then it came to him. Ravenfeather was the one this she-cat loved. The black tom cat did have the looks and the loyalty. And he was definitely not weak. He gave her a menacing smile and purred. "Fine, I wont kill him. I'll let him watch his clan die. Then, every clan cat who surrenders to us will have to step on his wounded body to prove their loyalty," he snarled. His eyes shone. It was clearly a good idea. His icy blue eyes were filled with happiness as he thought about the smaller, black tom getting hurt.

He then perked his ears as he heard some scrabbling. Turning, he saw a rat. His pelt began to bristle. He shrunk down to his paws as he got into a hunter's crouch. After a moment, he pounced. His large silver paws landed on the right. He felt the blood squish between his paws as he dug his claws into the flesh. There was one squeal, then it was cut short as he bit its spine. A purr rose from his throat. Picking up the limp body, he began to pad back over to the young she-cat. He set it down and motioned for her to start eating. He took a bite for himself,

"Ravenfeather will be my personal cat. He will bring me my food and clean my pelt. And just so he doesn't kill me, I'll pull out his claws and break his teeth," he added, after swallowing. His whiskers twitched in satisfaction. "I'll break his spine so he can feel the pain, as well. It'll give me some entertainment," he added, before taking another bite. She would have to get him to join the assassins. They needed strong cats like him. And he was smart. He would be a wonderful spy, that was for sure.

[{{ vesper°°]

stop now! before it's too late,

your lover was for hire, have you noticed he's been late?

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[rainstorm]

Rainstorm snorted at the she-cat as she interrupted him. His eyes shone with amusement as he listened to her carry on. She wanted him to kill Ravenfeather now. A gave her a smile, tail curling. He purred as she finished. This she-cat was definitely something. He bit into the rat again, but stopped in mid-chew. She said something that caught his attention. He dug his claws into the rat that was below him. His eyes had a cold fire in them. After a moment he swallowed the food.

"Yes, you're right! Ternflight shall be my slave. He had always been around my brother, even when I was trying to get Tigerstar's attention," he growled, his voice low, barely audible. His claws ripped the rat into pieces. He looked at her, fur bristling. "But I still wont kill Ravenfeather. No.... He will be your slave. After you prove your loyalty by stepping on him. His spine will still be broken," he added, muscles tensing and untensing. He gave her a cold smile.

"You will put him through that misery until he dies," he added, before pacing back and forth. He needed to think. How could he prove her loyalties now? He needed a way. His tail began to lash back and forth. Then suddenly, he stopped. He looked at her again. "To prove your loyalties now, you will go back to the farm. When you see Ravenfeather again, you will attack him. Give him a few wounds. Ones that will scar, but aren't life threatening. After that, tell him you've joined the assassins. I'll send someone to watch you, but they'll be in a place where you or Ravenfeather can't see or scent them," he mewed, taking a few steps forward until he was only a few centimeteres away from her.

[{{ vesper°°]

stop now! before it's too late,

your lover was for hire, have you noticed he's been late?

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