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BloodClan / Re: PROMOTIONS, PROMOTIONS! {Open to everyone!}

« : August 11, 2012, 08:47:12 PM »

Scarface was pleasantly surprised by the sudden turn in events. The massive Maine Coon gave a grotesque smile as the tortie lunged for Solaris, excitement spreading across his maw. A fight during a meeting would send an unexpected and interesting statement towards the soft BloodClanners in this joint, he mused silently, his one-eyed gaze intent on the actions currently taking place. He had already reached the position of 2^nd Tier, and really didn't long for a much higher position. So, this meeting had started as a boring procedure that was needed for the granted few that managed to reach the higher-status.
Welcome to the squad. Here are your pom-poms...

BloodClan / Re: A Day of Regret [Spottedpaw's Capture]

« : August 11, 2012, 08:20:22 AM »

Huh. More commotion, eh?
It really wasn't hard to distinguish Crossroads' voice and scent from Scarface's position several foxlengths away. He was hunting, one of the few purposes the BloodClan pawn served, thus why a limp rabbit now swung from his large, severed jaws. Deciding it was best, he set down the prey, and let the smells drift over his glands again. Jeradi's there also... he mused, recognising the serval's scent. Flicking his ears in curiousity, the dark smoke Maine Coon padded closer to where the fellow 2nd Tier's voice sounded.

"What have we here?" his deepened voice inquired from behind Jeradi and Crossroads, his head tilted to the side. His one yellowed iris flicked towards the calico apprentice, and then back to the toms in question. He really wasn't too interested in why she was here, as she didn't appear to have much fight in her. But if she was going to join, then Scarface would be glad enough to test out her skills.

BloodClan / Re: PROMOTIONS, PROMOTIONS! {Open to everyone!}

« : August 11, 2012, 07:54:54 AM »

Scarface was just chillin', his massive Maine Coon form laying in a heap towards the back of camp, and his head resting in his paws. When Dustsky called the BloodClan members together, he held back a growl of annoyance, and rose to his paws. The tom lumbered forwards, and settled in towards the back of the crowd. He watched as Burnout and his kin padded in, and flicked his tail. Seems like everyone who is needed is present, he mused, and absent-mindedly lifted his large paws, draping it over his severed ear. As usual, Scarface really wasn't interested in the shpeal, unless arguments and fighting were involved. Then, he could have some entertainment...

Leader and Medicine Cat Dens / Re: RANKS! RULES! FAQ! [06/25/12]

« : July 23, 2012, 11:27:37 PM »

-eyes widen- Is that my Scarface that I see on the 2nd Tier? 0.0
If not... please tell me. XD

Bloodclan - Advanced Roleplay / Re: || "We've gøt søme catching u[p] tø dø…" || Private; Heigtsy, Nighty ||

« : July 04, 2012, 11:32:33 PM »

Scarface looked at his exquiste mate, and closed his eye at her reassuring touch. "It was a bit of a shocker to myself as well..." he chuckled in response to her first statement, and giving his large head a shake. The battle scene flashed before his eyes once again, zoomed in upon Stormedskies bloodied face, wounded from Scarface's blow. It nicked him across the forehead and wasn't too bad of a wound, but it contorted his expression into a mirror, basically giving Scarface a taste of his own medicine. "Go ahead then. Kill me." the pinned tom yowled, his yellowed eyes reflecting defeat.

Scarface's heart stopped.

And that is when he got off his kin, expression filled with horror and disgust. It didn't matter what Nightfeather tried to convince him of. Scarface was bred to be a fierce and loyal warrior; to kill when the enemy was upon them. "I let him go, Nightfeather." he said dryly, a metalic taste coming into his mouth. "I ran away from the battle. If that doesn't make me a coward, then I don't know what does!" he snarled, his claws sinking into the earth. He had not only failed BloodClan, but also those cats who had looked up to him. The ones who expected guidance from a strong and able warrior.

What was left to believe in?

OOC:
Sorry for the short post. Low muse and exhusted. :/

Bloodclan - Advanced Roleplay / Re: || "We've gøt søme catching u[p] tø dø…" || Private; Heigtsy, Nighty ||

« : July 03, 2012, 12:13:43 AM »

At the touch of both his mate and old apprentice, Scarface felt the fur on his back lie flat once again. They both seemed to know just how to calm him in his worst days, and believe me; this day was one of them. But, the Maine Coon approached the situation with a more collected attitude, which was better than it had been. Letting a small smile cross his maw, he nodded, trying to wrangle-in his thoughts.

"Well, we've certainly got some catching up to do..." he started, glancing at his mate and battle-scarred apprentice. My, how she had grown. He felt like a proud father, gazing down upon a strong and fierce BloodClan warrior. And his mate... well, she had always been so lovely. Seeing her struggle with her swollen stomach was heart-wrenching, yet he knew that in the end, it would be worth it. And she would make an amazing mother. But Scarface...

Well, he would not make an amazing father.

How could he, when the only fatherly figure in his life had been a traitor, cheater, and lier. Any role model that he once had; any chance at a normal warrior life, was gone. Now, he had kin in RiverClan, and Dark Forest knows where else! Not only kin, but an exact replica, minus the gruesome scarring. Scarface could barely fathom what was happening around him, as new changes within BloodClan were also present. With Solarstar dead, Burnout had assumed his place and leader, and put into place new rules. No more True Warriors; but instead different "Tiers", as they called it.

His world was crumbling.

"Well, in short, my father is dead, I have a living clone in RiverClan, and I am a coward." he said, his smile trembling at the edges. God, how he wanted to just burst out laughing. It was driving him to the point of madness how much he had to worry about now. He glanced back and forth between Nightfeather and Loreano, assessing their expressions carefully. How would they take his little rant?

Bloodclan - Advanced Roleplay / || "We've gøt søme catching u[p] tø dø…" || Private; Heigtsy, Nighty ||

« : June 29, 2012, 08:19:12 AM »

"Nightfeather? Loreano?"

Scarface hid on the outskirts of camp, his massive form hidden within the shadows. The time had come. Slowly growing paranoid with everything escalading around BloodClan, the usually tough and ridged tom had reached his limit. Plus... something had happened. Not something that he nessisarily regretted, but rather, something that he needed to forget.

No one had heard of Stonefang, Scarface's father, for quite some time. Little did the Maine Coon know that his BloodClan-born parent had left for RiverClan, and had lived there for quite a few moons. Enough, so that now Scarface had a half-brother born into the enemy Clan.

Scarface had an unfortunate reunion with his father during a recent raid. Blinded by the chaos of war, the tom actually ended up killing his father, not realising it was him until it was too late. Then, he was taken by surprise when he was shoved into a fight with his duplicate. That's right. Stormedskies his half-brother, was an exact image of Scarface, but without the painful scars. They battled, and eventually, but with some difficulty, Scarface managed to pin down his kin. Raising his paw for the death blow, he appeared ready to make the kill. But, something stopped the dark warrior from continuing the attack. Staring at his reflection, he saw his own pain, mirrored upon this young tom's face. He couldn't find the strength within him to make a continuance of his offensive move. And so, like the coward he didn't want to be, Scarface turned and fled into the woods.

Now, he had come back to talk with his friends. He needed to find some reason to stay in BloodClan. Yes, he had thought of leaving before. But now it was even more prominant, as he was ashamed of his family and kin. He and Nightfeather were about to have new lives thrust upon them, and he wanted to be there to support his family. But how could he, when everything he had once cared about, everything that once mattered, was a lie?

"Come on guys. I know you're out there."

Bloodclan - Advanced Roleplay / Re: ωнαт'ѕ тнαт ¢[σ]мιи' σνєя тнє нιℓℓ, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя?

« : June 28, 2012, 08:35:50 AM »

And at that response, Scarface let out a loud, booming laugh that seemed to shake the very walls of the slave dens. His yellowed iris glowed with a vicious unfathomable expression, and a wide cheshire grin spread across his grizzled features. In the dim lighting that enveloped the space, he looked like a demon, possessed by some wicked creature that sought to reek havoc upon the earth.

"Now, now my dear." he crowed gently, letting his feathered tail drift over her injured leg and up her hindquarters. "I am no idiot, rest assured." he said, leaning closer towards her small frame, his cool breath resting upon her albino fur. "And I'm afraid you've recieved an improper judgement of me. You see, I'm not one for the theatrics. I've never been quite good at playing the role of 'sympathetic BloodClanner', as I see some are." he crooned, towering over the limp form of Monster, and narrowing his eerie eye.

"But, the role of 'sadistic and murderous BloodClanner'... well, I play that role quite excellently." the Maine Coon whispered softly. The sound of sharpened claw upon concrete echoed througout the small den, and made its purpose clear. Scarface had been slowly leading up to this moment. Hey, the more kills one had under his belt, the better you were viewed in BloodClan.

"You will have reason to hate me."

Bloodclan - Advanced Roleplay / Re: ωнαт'ѕ тнαт ¢[σ]мιи' σνєя тнє нιℓℓ, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя?

« : June 25, 2012, 10:09:58 AM »

Scarface let another smile flit across his gruesome features as she continued to prove his theory of annoyance correct. This was just what the doctor ordered; his perfect cup-of-tea. "Oh, darling. I don't believe I've ever called you an 'idiot' in our small chat." he crooned gleefully, his maw twitching in amusement at her outburst. "But you have shown me that there is, in fact, anger. And to my dismay, it seems to be directed at yours truly." the Maine Coon said, letting out a deepend chuckle.

BloodClan / Re: Sticks and Stones break my B{o}nes

« : June 19, 2012, 09:44:36 AM »

"Ah, there we go. I was beginning to think ole Dustsky had been lost, which would have been such a tradgity." he said, rising to his paws, and padding back towards camp behind her, mouse clamped in his strong jaws. Scarface was used to hurtful comments, due to his gruesome appearance, and had become quite numb to the matter. But, he also realised that the Guard must be hurting, and took the retort calmly, as he did with most things.

"But please excuse me for placing my muzzle in a place it shouldn't belong." the Maine Coon said softly, glancing at her figure. One thing he learned from Nightfeather, his beloved, was that females generally accepted apologies. The tom usually was not one for those mushy-gushy feelings, but a part of him expressed empathy for the Guard. After Solarstar's death, and the more reccent one of Dragonwings, it must seem like her world was slowly crumbling.

Scarface, who was once a True Warrior, never had much connection to those of higher power. He was just another BloodClan pawn that was used for battling and hunting. But he did have a respect for those who did manage to gain that heavy responsibility, for he realised that without someone to lead, there would be no one to follow.

BloodClan / Re: Sticks and Stones break my B{o}nes

« : June 19, 2012, 05:57:51 AM »

"Dustsky, you've got a little wetness right there..."
The deep, crooning voice of Scarface flitted across the moistened air, and landing upon the Guard's form. The tom had been hunting, placidly carrying back his catch, when harsh hissing erupted beside him. He had not even noticed the fellow Maine Coon, not too surprising, considering his lack of attention when holding a particularily juicy mouse within his grizzled maw.

Though, surprised didn't even come close to the emotion he was feeling now. The dark Maine Coon had never seen anything quite like this picture. Dustsky, one of the more feared and respected she-cats, had been caught in the act of sorrowfulness. Pity struck Scarface hard in the chest. What could have possibly drove her to this madness?

He immediately padded over, his paws surprisingly light on the ground, not really caring if the she-cat decided to lash out. Being the "gentleman" he was, he would let her, noting that once cats got their anger out, they become more relaxed. And ironically, he was a very good punching-bag.

"Would you like to express your emotions verbally, or shall I be left to sit in the dark, and simply fathom?" he inquired, sitting just behind the Guard, the uninjured side of his face faced towards her position. A single, canary yellow iris studied her features, still a bit bewhildered. Pursing his maw, he then pushed the mouse he had just slaughtered towards Dustsky, wondering if that might help.

Despite the fact that the tom already had a mate, one who was expecting kits, he still couldn't understand the way that the female mind worked. Why they grieved over the simplest things. What drove them to such feral instincts, especially when they are four moons pregnant. And why some of them were in constant need of a certain tom's attention, even though that tom could give a rat's a** about them.

Hmmm. I wonder what will happen...

Bloodclan - Advanced Roleplay / Re: ωнαт'ѕ тнαт ¢[σ]мιи' σνєя тнє нιℓℓ, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя?

« : June 19, 2012, 05:19:56 AM »

Scarface met her gaze evenly, smirking as she spoke in such a harsh manner. Though her expression was devoid of scarce emotion, he could feel the annoyance searing from her crimson irises. This, in turn, made the Maine Coon release a deepened chuckle. "Then why the hatred? Why is it, even though you mask it pleasantly well, that revenge still seems to linger upon every aspect of your being?" he whispered, leaning closer to her, yellowed iris sparkling in excitement. "That is... if you say you would never attempt such a thing, or rather, something that you will never do." he crooned, giving a gentle smile, and tossing back her own words carefully.

Boy, this was becoming more entertaining by the minute.

Bloodclan - Advanced Roleplay / Re: ωнαт'ѕ тнαт ¢[σ]мιи' σνєя тнє нιℓℓ, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя, ιѕ ιт α мσиѕтєя?

« : June 18, 2012, 04:57:02 PM »

"Hmmm. Well, that sucks." he said, sitting down upon the cool concrete floor. Scarface tilted his massive head, and studied the rogue once again, lingering on the stumped tail as well as the broken leg. I wonder if it hurt... he mused, a smirk playing upon his grizzled maw. Knowing from personal experience, it probably did...

"It appears that you have a bit of a dilema. On the one hand, it seems as though you have some resentment towards these... erm, "straight-spines". Yet, by no means are you in any condition in which to show them." he crooned, whisking his feathered tail gently over her injured leg. Single yellowed iris gleaming, the Maine Coon gave a sickeningly sweet smile, and met her crimson eyes evenly.

"So, my dear. What exactly are you planning?"

Leader and Medicine Cat Dens / Re: || "This she-cat disturbed my nap..." || Loner + escort || Solarstar Needed ||

« : June 16, 2012, 07:15:49 PM »

Scarface glanced at Phantom, flicking his ears in irritation as she spoke. Obviously, his demands would go unanswered, seeing as a Guard was well-able to accept members into the Clan. Though, he was wanting the leader's opinion on this one, seeing as she might show potential of more than just a regular ranked warrior. Maybe one of True Warrior, like himself.

"Well, considering that I was asking for Solarstar, that this female has a faint scent from the Pro-Clans, and that she still has a pulse, leaves the option that she has come to join." he answered, a smirk flitting across his gruesome features. Not one for sensativity towards others, he didn't care if he offended the intelligence or lacking observation of Phantom. He had respect towards the she-cat, ranking just above his own position, but he keep it buried, saving it for a more desperate time.

BloodClan / Re: she cat sneeks over the border!

« : June 16, 2012, 01:45:16 PM »

Scarface rolled his one yellow eye, a snarl creeping across his grizzled expression. "What? Are ye deaf? Get your and the little twerp's a**es off BloodClan turf!" he shouted down to the she-cat. God, what was it with cats these days? Going wherever they pleased, and not following correct orders? What a joke.

"We got rules here, ya see. And one of those is, trespassers will be killed. So, I'd get those mangy little paws of yours movin'." he spat, his muscles rippling beneath his long grey pelt. The Maine Coon wasn't too happy with the pityful defiance shown towards him. She'd have to try a whole lot harder if she wanted positive results from the highly-respected True Warrior.

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