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Post by paige.rylee on Nov 4, 2019 6:32:12 GMT -5
this is part 1 of the peter pan plot! in this thread, the kits will be interacting with the evil little character we call Draculad, who's pretty much an evil version of peter pan and is taking kits to work for his evil plans to take over a twoleg place. this thread will based in a Pleasure Island esk surroundings, that has been shut down for the season. at some point in this thread, some of the older kits try and escape because they begin to realize Draculad is really a big meanie. these cats can either die or be punished. plus the helpers of Draculad who can interact in this thread as well.
Pleasure Island lay, a dark shadow, in the depths of the Twoleg world. The creaking rides swinging in the wind, their rusty sides scraping and clanging. Empty shops stood, sad and alone in the darkness. Dark clouds hovered over the Amusement Park and a slight rain drifted down, making the ground underneath the cat's paws muddy. Hardly anything living existed in the park, but today things had changed. Underneath a tent, holes torn into the colourful fabric, a group of cats stood. A platform where a lion or tiger might stand, offered a place for the older cats to stand, looking down at the huddling group of small kittens below them. A strange mixture of smells, mingled with the horrible taste of Twolegs lingered in the air. But you could tell there were cats from all over here... Some from SunClan, some from SpringClan.
This was certainly not a typical clan gathering, the cats that gathered were not cats you'd expect to attend gathering and it was not the right place. Something else, something wicked was happening here. Hidden away in a Pleasure Island, full of rides, sleeping and waiting until summer to be re-opened again. Excited whispers from the large huddle of kits was loud, tinged with nervousness but hope for adventure.
Breakingkit's fur stood on end. He was so excited for this. He needed more adventure in his life and this was perfect. It had been hard for the over-protective tom to leave his siblings, but what must be done, had to be done. The small white Siamese tom wanted to prove himself. Glancing at the other kits, he smiled. He felt proud to be here. "Psst!" He whispered to a couple of nearby kits. "I wonder what we're gonna do!" Breakingkit had been picked up outside SpringClan by Draculad. He had happily followed the strange tom, as he headed through clan territory gathering kits from all walks of life.
Lingeringkit was a daring kit and this was why he was here. He made sure he was at the front of the crowd. Flowerkit hung back, nerves prickling. She was feeling kinda sus, but had tagged along even so.
Nibbles squealed with delight, as he danced up onto the platform where the other cats leading this wonderful revolution gathered. "THIS IS AMAZING!" He cried. It was an emotional day for him. Everything was going to plan, and it made the crazy Rogue feel so damn happy. "Bruh, y'all did great! Look at em all will ya!" He sighed, glancing down at the kits.
Dreamkit huddled close to Lingeringkit. She'd seen him wandering away while his mother went off to do whatever she did. Frozenfire wasn't particularly kind, and Dreamkit often found her scary. But she hadn't wanted Lingeringkit to get hurt. She was extremely big for still being a kit, her brother Umbrahound already a warrior. But fear kept Dreamkit from leaving the nursery... and now here she was in a strange place after following a strange cat.
she had been suffering a great deal of scrutiny from her refusal to leave the nursery, and though she felt her pelt prickle at being so far away from her siblings... this seemed okay.. A promise to be young and have fun forever would be nice. Not have to think about anything else in the world. It would be a great relief.
Near the outside of the collection of kits, a little golden tabby tom watched the proceedings with curious interest; shifting his weight between his paws as he waited with the others. What set this specific kit apart from the others, however, was the tiny silver bell that jingled with his every movement from the collar around his neck. Hearing the murmurs of the other cats around him, - many of them clan cats around his age, from the names he heard - Orion exchanged a look with his brother, Cygnus, beside him. The pair of kittypets had been among the first kits entranced by Draculad's stories of a place of eternal fun and kithood, and he looked forward to it. Though a part of him wished they were allowed to let their parents know where they were going before they left; he had never been away from his mother for so long before, he would hate to think they made her worry.
As Nibbles excitedly bounded up onto the platform to address his associates, a scruffy and matted black tomcat glanced up at the younger tom from where he was lounging on the far back of the platform and rolled his eye, before nonchalantly continuing to groom his silver paws. Of the ragtag group of rouges that made up this operation, Silver Foot was by far the oldest feline there, and it showed; having only a single, ice blue eye, with nasty claw marks from where the other one was brutally scratched out, and the rest his emaciated, scar-covered body from years of fighting for scraps. His gazed wandered to the group starry-eyed kits staring up at them, and his lip curled in disdain. Clan cats were the worst. Starclan? Warrior codes? Don't make him laugh. The only code he knew was that the strongest ruled over the twolegplace, that was why he was working for Draculad to begin with. Now, that kid was going places.
Spiralingkit sat along side his brother, Breakingkit, his sky blue eyes widen slightly with a mixture of excitement and awe. When the strange cat named Draculad appeared at the end of the camp and approached him and his brother, Spiralingkit couldn't help but initially find himself suspicious of the stranger. He didn't smell like anyone he had lived with at home and he was mysterious and vague, but the promise of fun and adventure lured the curious kit's mind. His brother was swayed easily, happily skipping forward to follow the stranger. It only took a moment of hesitation, but knowing his brother would be going, he couldn't help but accept the offer of adventure. I mean, his brother was going to be there too, what could go wrong?
Now, sitting in a group of stranger kits and other strange cats, Spiralingkit's excitement quietly rose, though something in his gut was itching at the sight of his strange surroundings.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 5, 2019 8:45:07 GMT -5
Sunnykit had taken up with a WinterClan kit, Pinekit. He seemed nice enough, though a little subdued. Sunnykit was from SummerClan and had come along after a promise of fun and adventure. He was bored in his home clan and easy to lure away, not that he knew that part. Draculad had promised him excitement and Sunnykit had been charmed by the cat, following without hesitation. He wondered idly if his clan had even noticed his absence yet.
Pinekit was a small, scared tom from WinterClan, already feeling a bit suspicious and on edge. This was a strange place to be and he already half wished he was back in the nursery. He looked around from his spot beside Sunnykit, eyes traveling over the assembled kits with a desperate sort of look, like he wanted to know if any other cat felt so wary of the situation.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 5, 2019 12:44:22 GMT -5
Burningkit bounced around like a pinball, excitement overflowing like a cup filled with too much water. When Nocturnepaw suddenly came back under some new cool name and suggested an adventure, the little orange tom could barely contain his exuberance. He had already left the group behind, searching through the tent with much vigor. This was all so cool! Maybe he could bring something back, something really sturdy so his mom wouldn't break it. If he went back, an eternal paradise was more tempting than ever seeing his siblings again.
Wavekit sat with the group, eyes wide as she stared at everyone. The Summerclan kit didn't know what to make, or really how she got here. One minute she was in the nursery, and suddenly she was here.
The flaps of the tent separated, and it didn't take long for the star of the show to make it to the stage. Light creamy fur covered his frame, and he stared out with icy blue eyes. Compared to his pawns, he was far shorter, but perhaps far deadlier. If there was such a thing as the bad seed, he was it. Unknowingly the first too, strange how that works. Young and uncaring, everything was going to plan so far. This was just the start really, and soon he'd be the king of his makeshift castle. Draculad clambered up on the stage, quietly approaching his little group of 'helpers'. "No life out there. We're good to go." Was all he said before bounding up to the group of kits he managed to coerce into coming here. Like it was hard. "Hey kiddos. Whatcha think of Paradise. Pretty neat right?" He changed on a dime, voice light and friendly as he joined their little huddle.
Cygnus stayed quiet at his brother's side, cream paws folded over each other. He had been eager to get away from their family and come visit here, but he was starting to get a little homesick. The young kittypet loved adventure, but he loved his family more, and he just wanted to see them again. Would Mom be worried they left? Would Dad calm her down and tell her they were just having fun? They really should have told someone where they were going, even if they weren't supposed to... he didn't want anyone to be upset with them. "Do you think they'll be upset with us for leaving? Maybe we can sneak out and visit Mom while they're distracted with the other kits," he suggested softly to his brother. He didn't know where they were or how to get back, but how hard could it be? They'd come all the way out here, hadn't they?
༼ಢ_ಢ༽ rest in peace reprise's tail ᕙ(░ಥ╭͜ʖ╮ಥ░)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
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Post by paige.rylee on Nov 8, 2019 7:16:49 GMT -5
Lingeringkit glanced protectively over at his sister Dreamkit. They were safe here, he hoped. If only all of their siblings could be here. Sighing, he glanced up at the adult cats, who would be guiding them on their journey towards a life of paradise. Excitement radiated off his paws. His eyes shining with wonder as their main leader, Draculad entered, he puffed his fur out. Lingeringkit knew first impressions were very important. His ego was a little huge though and looking around at all the other kits, he pushed back a grin. They were all so weak and small. He was sure he could take any of them out in battle. Perhaps soon there would be an opportunity to fight one? He could only hope so.
Glancing at Spiralingkit, a grin crossed Breakingkit's face. He did not notice the suspicion etched in his brother's features. How could he, when he was so intrigued by the thought of a bright future? To no longer have to worry about death and cats doing bad. This was a good place. A safe place for him and his siblings. Hopefully, he could later convince the rest to join. Turning to his brother, his eyes brightened. "I am so glad we came. This seems really good. Maybe after they're done with the speech, we can go back and fetch the rest of our siblings?" He purred.
Flowerkit's ears pricked up when Cygnus spoke. "Do you think they'll be upset with us leaving?" The words echoed again and again in her mind. Would they be upset? What would they do if anyone tried to leave? Flowerkit padded slowly up to Cygnus and his brother. "Thinking of leaving, are you?" She asked gently.
Nibbles glanced over at Draculad, as the small tom made a grand entrence. Almost as if the tom had been speaking to him, he beamed kindly. "Man, this is Paradise. We can kill- I mean play and have fun to our hearts contents!" He grinned, nudging Silver Foot and Draculad in the side. His eyes locked for a second with Pinekit's. The little kit seemed to sense something wrong. With a sweeping smile, Nibbles glanced at all the kits. "Now little ones, we're free. There's nothing to be scared of, is there now?" He squealed loudly again. He couldn't help squealing so often, it was like a habit when he was excited.
Cygnus's ice blue gaze flashed up and held Flowerkit steadily. "Not for long. Just to tell our family we're okay." He shrugged his shoulders. "Then we'll come back. I'm not ready to give up this place yet." As worried as he was about his family, he still wanted to explore and see the rest of this place. It was freeing to be out and about on his own, trusted to look after himself without his father treading on his paws. You'd think the former warrior would understand he was old enough to look after himself, but instead Landon was stubborn about keeping them safe and close to home, just because they didn't know how to fight. Well, he was out here now, and he was going to keep doing as he liked.
Spiralingkit offered a small smile to his brother. The excitement was contagious. Any traces of worry or concern melted as Spiralingkit took a look at his older brother, whose own confidence in the situation only brought ease and comfort to the rather quiet kit "Yea, I think they would love it here!" Spiralingkit meowed, looking around at the other kits before glancing up at the older cats. He couldn't help but wonder what adventure they would partake on first!
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 12, 2019 18:55:57 GMT -5
Sunnykit gazed around, leaving Pinekit to pad curiously in a loose circle around the other kits, fascinated by all their different scents. It was exciting to be among those chosen. He was special, Sunnykit was sure. He wasn't plain and boring, a dull warrior with no aspirations. Sunnykit had dreams, plans, schemes.
Pinekit wanted to go home. He looked around anxiously and noticed that a small SummerClan kit looked as uncomfortable as he. Feeling brave, the small white tom scurried over to Wavekit, offering a nervous, "hi..." before falling silent.
Nimue stood with Draculad's cats, feeling very important. This was what they'd worked toward and as she watched Draculad, not even catching his words, she couldn't help but think about how much her life had changed since he saved her. Now, Nimue was going to help Draculad achieve his goals. It was all she wanted.
