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Battle Moons
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For moons so many that no creature can count them, the four Clans of creatures: SeaClan of the ocean, StoneClan of the mountains, StormClan of the moorlands and
SecretClan of the valleys and marshes - lived together in (mostly) peace. Except for the occasional squabbles over prey and territory, they prospered and grew in happiness and contentment.
But all that ended when the Nightprowlers came.
The Nightprowlers! Ruthless, cold-blooded murderers, hungry for territory and the spilt blood of the Clans. Those slinking shadows that haunt every Clan-creature's nightmares. They steal prey, kill creatures. Since they came, no Clan-creature can go out alone without looking constantly over his or her shoulder. Too many have died. Nowhere is there safety.
And at last, the storms of battle are sweeping over the lands.
Tawnystar says: Hey all you leaders, go make yourself moderators of your Clan boards! ^^ I can't be bothered to do it for you...
Nameless says: Rubystar says: Hehe. I don't know if this is worth putting up here, but I made a new skin called Terror Moons. Hope you all like it.
t'Arc says:
Personality: Rahzeke is a cruel and wicked wolf. He's sly and cunning, along with devilish and hot tempered. He gets angered easily and would snap at anyone if he wanted too. The only person he respects is his leader. Fierce and vengeful too.
History: Born into a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, Rahzeke has know memeory of coddling or love, as all pups of the pack were thrown into a brutal training as soon as they could walk, see and hear. They had to fight eachother until the death, and survive on their own for months before accepted into the back... That is if you survived the terrible ordeal. During your test, if you saw a fellow wolf, you would have to fight until one met his death. None of them ever had to worry about attacking friends. In that pack, the word friend was foriegn. Shortly after being accepeted, Rahzeke left the pack, sick of having to follow thier suddenly soft-hearted leader to follow, another, more brutal and cruel....
IC: A fierce-looking brute glowered at a silver fae that stood tense, back to a large boulder. A false smile crawled across the brute's maw, amber eyes steely. "So, you thought you'd get away with killing my father, did you?" The fae trembled visibly. "I-I--" She stammered, but the brute lunged forward and slashed her face. The smile had been relplaced with bared teeth. "I hated my father, but I hate his killer even more! You /are/ going to pay...with your life." The fae had backed up as far as she could against the boulder, looking at him pleadingly. "Please Rahzeke... I... I know it is forbiden, but... I love you." Tears were shing in her eyes now. In a flash Rahzeke had opened a gash on her stomach and laughed a high, cold laugh as he watched her die slowly. "Love me? You dundering soft-hearted fool! Love is for the weak, and I unlike you, are powerful and would never submit myself to such a lowly feeling. Goodbye, Azan." The brute whipped around and disappeared into the woods to leave the body for the scavengers to feast upon without a single bit of remorse.