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'Operation: Bronze Gate' [Modern/Military RP]

@AgathonWe might not have a choice...give it 2 days to improve...seeing as I cannot improve my own activity

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Python

Python and Birch sat still in the bush. The two had been stalking Hawkstar and Redstar's meeting for a while. She had lost interest when they began to go on about kits. But something had caught her ear. Something that shook her slightly, even for a cold-hearted murderer. She heard the word disease...It made her think. It couldn't be the same epidemic that was happening in the Highrocks. The same one she'd been trying to deal with for time and time until she developed her fond for killing...the same one that took away Vine. The same one Birch and her had been 'Containing' for as long as they could. If so, she needed to get into this. Then it shook her once more...

"It started a week ago, after a patrol came across a body floating in a stream by our borders. The first one's to become ill were on that patrol." It finally made her feel slightly accomplished, but regrettable as well. She despised Clanners, especially the current Shadowclan. That body the two sent down stream was one of those infected, and their main target had conducted to disease. That was only the good part of the story. The bad part was what was left with the other Clans. Toadvine of Windclan was the only other 'Survivor' she had discover to be within the Clans. Though there was the hint of hatred and death-glaring she wanted to share, but it was then when she remembered. She was still one of her own. Someone to care for. The two were friends for times before the drownings. She had to somehow make sure she would survive. However, she needed to focus on the current issue...

It managed to regain her focus, and Birch looked at her as a grin began to wipe itself straight across her face. Birch grinned slightly as well, slightly unsure.

"Oh this is perfect..." She began. "With Shadowclan now doomed to fall...we have one less route to worry about." Birch gave her a confused head-tilt. "Oh come on, Birch! How can you not see this? This had made our deeds to be held at Thunderclan much...so much more easier! We have struck the ultimate luck!" Birch again looked at her, sighing to himself.

"We don't know about you...I know I am safe, as we know. The disease. You might still be vulnerable, right?"

"We can take chances. Look how close I have been to infected bodies when we were cleaning up the Highrocks! I am fine! Now...we better get moving to their territory, before this 'Hawkstar' get's back to greet us..." Birch nodded, his smile disappeared. He did worry. The two had turned an epidemic into a pandemic with one simple and sinister move. It was satisfying, yes...but it also endangered their fun. The two depended on the Clans to supply them with cats to torture. Lose them, and probably lose the connection between the two. They departed from the Meeting between the two Leaders as they rabbled on about kits and gossip. All the buggery stuff the two did not care or want to hear about. The two took deep breaths before trespassing their way silently into the Thunderclan territory.

They had been inside for about 4 minutes when they spotted their first group. The two grinned menacingly to one another. The group had about 3 cats, of all small sizes. Perfect...their first catch of the day. The two began to approach their first 'friends'...

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@corrosiveI guess...

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@ShurikaiI am writing up Python's now. At the end, she'll be approaching your group...

'Operation: Bronze Gate' [Modern/Military RP]

@Agathon@Metronome@AgathonSeeing as this isn't really working out...I believe we should call quits on this?

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I cannot wait to make Python's grand entereance tomorrow...when do you want her to pop up?

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Frostbite

Frostbite froze still at the sound of words being flung into him, hitting him hard like a boulder. It could've knocked him off of his feet, sweeping him to the ground and could crush him in a heartbeat. His bones would pop, his skull would crack. The response was quite shocking to him, making his confidence evaporate like water left out to dry in a deep heat.

“Say that again and I’ll make mousemeat out of you!” She hissed, daring him to challenge her. His fur tucked into his body and his head buried itself into his neck. He cowered. He was cowering. Strange, wasn't it. Such a tall and proud looking soul to just sink away in fear, wanting to hide and wait until the horror was over, was gone, was never-to-return. He shuddered. Maybe she took it the wrong way? It was what he wanted, to be noticed that very moment, but not in such a spiteful and agonising manner. He felt like he had failed himself once again, like he did everyday of every week of every moon. He shuddered as he turned slightly, the Icy aqua-glisten in his small, narrowed eyes shivered with his body.

"I'm...I-I'm sorry...I...I didn't...m-mean...I...I..." He looked as if he were about to break down into an uncontrollable fit. He cowered behind the rock he sat upon. He wanted her to leave him. Obviously disappointed. He didn't want to question her, her authority, her reasoning for being here despite her pregnancy. He failed once again at Frogpelt's task. And failed her, in the way of not being liked once more. Not being noticed was one thing, but being noticed and yelled upon...Something beyond his, and anyone's he presumed, liking. "I...I h-hesitated...I...I was still thinking o-of the l-l-lack of gratitude...Why can't I g-get simple tasks right compared to complicated ones!" He whimpered to himself, expecting she was gone. He didn't realise she hadn't departed, listening into his episode. The chat to himself was of strangest experiences. Listening to him talk to himself more comfortably that he did when attempting to make contact with her...odd one he was. He would remain forever odd. It was clear that only Frogpelt had completely heard him talk in his non-stuttering voice with clear tones. He was a very strange tom...he knew it. "Why did I f-fail at that?! Why haven't I done what Frogpelt wanted and kept socialising?!" He complained to himself once more...

It was all very dramatic...all very innocent. He was breaking down, as usual. He hated socialising...he hated the lack-of-gratitude...

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@ShurikaiDepends...see how you act...

Also, Python has a large knowledge on the Disease, thanks to Birch and the infected cats she killed in the Highrock...-Plot development-

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And someone's gonna get to meet Python soon...who wants it?

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Also...my next post won't be until either tomorrow late day, GMT, or Thursday...