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Post by Seraphinu on Feb 15, 2011 14:37:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,428,true] | [atrb=background,http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j200/Seraphinu/LostClantemplatebg.png]Coal had had enough. He had hid his ambitions in the shadows for far too long. The once subservient warrior's desires had finally risen to the surface, and for once, he was going to act on them. For he truly believed he could lead LostClan much better than Jag. Jag was a fool, thinking the Clan was loyal to him. Jag didn't know who in the Clan would support him if Coal stirred a rebellion- but Coal did. With the exception of Syndicate, who's motives remained a mystery, he knew where each and every cat stood. That was Jag's weakness- he, as poor a leader as he was, skulked in the shadows, doing as he pleased, simply barking orders. Coal, however, had gotten to know each of these warriors well.
It was time.
Coal strode to the center of camp, head held high, pale yellow eyes ablaze with purpose. All the cats currently present in the camp watched him with interest, especially Midnight, who nodded as their gazes met- an act of assurance that said 'I'm supporting you'.
For once in his life, he wasn't going to dance with words. His intentions would be made clear today, and instead he would dance with claws and teeth. He fully intended to challenge Jag in front of the Clan, and kill him.
"Jag! I challenge you for the right to lead this Clan!" He called, his voice filled with resolve.
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Post by Magicheart on Feb 15, 2011 19:43:26 GMT -5
Syndicate narrowed his eyes as Coal challenged Jag. He had suspected this would happen for some time now, but unfortunately, it seemed this his attempts to stir his clanmates into a battle frenzy in order to prolong this confrontation had failed. He had hoped to attract or anger some of those fools in Lostclan by killing their deputy, but no one had been around. Syndicate was one of the better stalkers in the clan. The orange she-cat had never seen him coming.
He'd also been lucky enough to spy Shadowclan's leader with the black and white she-cat that Jag had stolen and foolishly fallen in love with. He had made sure that no one followed her trail the day she escaped by lying about which way her scent had led. Jag was losing too much respect with his clanmates due to the relationship. She had needed to go to prevent a rebellion then. Foolish Jag... he thought, narrowing his eyes. This was one fight he did not expect the black cat to win. Coal was popular with his clanmates. It was quite possible that they wouldn't let him lose even if Jag proved to be stronger...I kind of like him myself, though he'll become cocky and complacent like all our leaders, and will probably just get in my fur he thought with a growl.
But the Shadowclan leader is in love with the black and white she-cat as well... he thought, feeling the weight of importance of that information. He shuddered when he thought of the massive black tabby and the way his claws had slid into the soil, double the length of his own. He had the typical pathetically soft clan-cat heart, but there was a dark rage within him that Syndicate could sense. He did not want it to be stirred.
Syndicate snapped out of his thoughts as he saw Jag's shape emerge out of the shadows of his den, his fur spiked in fury. If this is to be Jag's end, so be it. At least that will halt any stupid attempts to get the she-cat back. We can keep the clan's weak by attacking their deputies and medicine cats without provoking the clan leaders too much. We just have to prevent them from banding together to attack us. We'd be greatly outnumbered. The dark tom thought.
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Post by Seraphinu on Feb 16, 2011 15:06:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,428,true] | [atrb=background,http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j200/Seraphinu/LostClantemplatebg.png]While Jag's fur was on end, Coal's remained flat. His muscles were relaxed- he was saving his energy for the fight.
"Prepare yourself well, Jag. You have underestimated me for too long," he said to himself, before raising his eyes to meet the leader of LostClan- well, he wouldn't be leader for long.
"This fight will be to the death. We fight only with our skills in teeth and claw. No other cat may interfere here," he said, so that every cat could hear. He wanted a clear winner decided here. A fair, honorable fight, to prove that he was worthier than Jag.
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Post by Magicheart on Feb 17, 2011 21:54:28 GMT -5
Syndicate watched as Jag snarled in fury and let out a flurry of curses at Coal, how he was ungrateful and foolish and...
Syndicate tuned out the words as he glanced over at the herb-gatherer's den. The she-cats were huddled in fear, wide-eyed...at least some of them were. Some of the others had an intense, hopeful gaze. He's more popular with the she-cats it seems, too. Syndicate thought, impressed.
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