Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp; Incinerator | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness [Indirectly] DeathClan, Other Clans
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A massive brute padded in the hunting part of the tribe's territory, planning with determination to catch a more than decent meal for some cat in his Clan. Sure, it was morning and some were supposed to be leaving later for the meeting of the tribes, but that didn't technically mean he couldn't hunt in the morning before others awoke. Besides, when was hunting a bad or unfortunate thing? Food was always needed, and extra food was especially good. Plus, he had woken up earlier than most, as was a normal thing for the tom, and he had decided to go hunting, as was also normal. It was typically his daily routine, and pretty much everyone in the tribe knew he did this.

The sun hadn't fully risen yet, so he still had some time to hunt before he began to head back and fully start the day. The wind gently ruffling his fur, Cobra padded across the stone floor, in the part of the territory where the Clan most typically hunted. And sniffing and observing the ground all in front of him, a massive rabbit grazing upon the slightly dusty grassy part of the two-leg place caught his eye and he immediately crouched to the ground, moving forward slowly with his tail hovering above the ground as to avoid making noise. Stalking the beast, he got as close as he could, stopping when he couldn't go farther as to avoid being seen. Then he charged, biting. Pouncing, his claws dug into the hard, firm back of his prey to trap the beast before his teeth latched onto its neck, biting incredibly hard with a bite force stronger than that of an average tom's. In a matter of moments, the massive feline had killed the weaker animal with his powerful bite.

Seeing the sun get higher in the sky, Cobra grabbed his kill before beginning to trot back to camp, knowing it would be wise to be there when the morning fully began. Not really any cat was awake at the moment, so he'd most likely get back there when the Clan was about to awake, or when they did. Soon enough, the deputy arrived back home and entered the large walls of his pack's camp. The incredibly massive ex-rogue padded into the camp, dragging the massive beast-like rabbit behind him with his powerful jaws. Intimidating green orbs scanned the camp as the few that were awake shuffled that morning in the midst of the camp. The brute soon set the rodent down on the ground before him, massive jaws parting for him to yawn as he stood there, his extraordinary sharp teeth revealed. He had an extraordinary figure. He was incredibly large with firm, rock-hard muscles under his fur, his legs not lanky at all with his height due to the muscles. His fangs were knife-sharp and very long and were very similar to his species' ancestor, the Sabertooth. And his claws were long and sharp. His tail was long, firm, and a bit fluffy. Cobra had dark gray and some dark brown as his fur color, with no other color mixed in, just a light color of brown-gray on his underfur, which is barely noticeable. He had many scars, not taking away any of the attractiveness of the tom, just adding to his already intimidating and terrifying aura. His eyes were a intimidating, striking, and yet captivating green that could easily disturb and scare some animal as he stared into one's eyes as if staring into their soul.

Sitting down, the large deputy bent over and began eating from his large kill, thinking he would leave the remains for someone incapable of catching their own food. He had already eaten half of it when he heard his name being called and immediately recognized the voice as that of Darkness, the leader of their terrifying Clan, DeathClan, the Clan of rogues, and the heir of Scourge of himself. Cobra was said to be the distant great nephew of Scourge, or something like that, but it was never confirmed. Ears perking, the massive deputy used his paw to scoot his catch over to the pile of extra prey before he padded to his leader, who lived in the incinerator. Surprisingly, this massive feline was even taller than Darkness himself, if only by a bit. Most likely by about five inches, if he was correct. The black leader had announced he needed to speak to Cobra and the tom wondered what it was about. Maybe one of the rivalling Clans; maybe ThunderClan, ShadowClan, WindClan, RiverClan, or SkyClan. He hoped it was about attacking, as he desperately wanted to sink his teeth into some rival warrior cat flesh. Swiping his pink tongue across his razor-sharp fangs, the deputy's ears remained perked as he stood in front of his leader, his masculine and intimidating, yet attractive, voice speaking and standing out above all, "Yes, Darkness?"

OOC: Sorry its kinda messy and bleh xD

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Moonshard•||•Female•||•24 moons•||•Warrior•||•Locations:"Camp"•||•Mentions:Darkness, Cobra(both briefly)

The tortoiseshell she-cat slowly padded into the dark alley, her ears perked and tail held high. Her tongue licked the tiny bit of blood off her whiskers and muzzle. That tiny dog's been a copious meat, she was glad she managed to kill a dog pup. Few cats ever did that, and not only from Deathclan, but perhaps from all the times. A smirk crossed her face as she glanced at Cobra and Darkness coldly, trotting over to her "den", a big pillow. Moonshard has claimed the pillow to be hers, and she's never going to share it. The smirk remained on her muzzle as she remembered how old her leader was, and thinking about what can she do to become the next leader. Sure, Cobra was the deputy, but she somehow had to get the leader position. The smirk suddenly disappeared as she remembered her brother. She struggled to keep her face cold, even if a sadden expression crossed her face for mere seconds. She frowned and twitched her nose as she cuddled into the pillow, eyes pricked for any sign of noise. The she-cat intended to listen to the conversation closely.

Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp; Incinerator | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness, Moonshard [Indirectly] DeathClan, Other Clans
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Ears remaining perked, the massive Maine Coon followed his dark leader into the incinerator with a scary glance to the pretty tortoisheshell female Moonshard, someone he always suspected wanted to be the next leader instead of Cobra, who would most likely be the heir to the throne if Darkness willed it. The brute then entered the incinerator, a dark room with seldom light shining into it. Cobra continued to wonder what it was the tom cat wanted to talk about, as he had mentioned it was important. Curiosity shining in the deputy's terrifying green orbs, he stood before his leader with an intimidating, yet casual, stance. His eyes observed his jet-black leader as a sweet, golden light shone down atop his fur. The leader's previously pitch black fur had hints of gray hairs in it, showing the oldness of the aging tom. The scarred leader was getting old, and Cobra was aware of this. Darkness was older and, with his aging, got weaker. Before, when the leader was younger, he would carry out any physical punishments, would go hunting more often, and would join in battle more often. But he wasn't as strong as he used to be, and the deputy was used for many of his physical jobs, as well as the ones that already came with the rank of deputy. Cobra carried out anything Darkness wanted him to, being an incredbily strong male, and probably the only "friend" of the blood-thirsty leader.

Tongue drawing across his dark gray-brown lips, Cobra stood and waited for his leader to speak. "Hm.. What is so important?" he asked, curiosity hinted in his masculine voice, a voice that echoed across the incinerator as its source stood there, looking down on his leader, and possibly the only cat he would protect with his life. It was a duty all deputies had; to protect their leader. And he would do so for his "friend". Although seldom cats tried taking the black leader's life now, many moons ago an incredibly amount of cats would attempt to kill Darkness daily so they could take his rank as leader, but Cobra had always been there to protect the leader, and now the bones of the treacherous cats lay wherever they were left when attacked by the deputy, most covered by the dust of the floor, or rotted away. Cobra then sat down, awaiting his leader to speak to him about whatever important matter was on his mind.

OOC: Kinda blocked >.< sowwey

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Moonshard•||•Female•||•24 moons•||•Warrior•||•Locations:"Camp"•||•Mentions:Darkness, Cobra(both directly)

The tortoiseshell she-cat's face slowly transformed into a shocked one as she realized what she heard. She knew she wouldn't be able to take Cobra down, the best she could do was make him faint. A low, sudden growl escaped her muzzle at the thought of her death. Moonshard got up and walked towards the incinerator, stopping in front of it. There was no way her hearing would fail her, at least from what she knew. Frowning, she approached it even more and sat down outside it, her muscles tensing up. A sudden attack wouldn't be surprising, she eavesdropped after all. She glanced at the two with one of the coldest glares she could give. "Sort it out? I believe the leader should chose his successor. I think he knows his cats well enough to chose one of them." She stopped, realizing this may sound as if she's scared, and it surely will. She puffed once again, slightly disappointed.

Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp; Incinerator | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness, Moonshard [Indirectly] DeathClan, Other Clans
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Pride swelled in the broad chest of the powerful warrior as he stood there, listening to the words of his leader, a father-like figure indeed. Which was ironic, considering his actual father was a bloodthirsty cat as well. His father had been a bloodthirsty bastard of a tom, hence why he was killed by his strongest son. Cobra's paws flexed and his claws unsheathed as he thought of his father, though he soon returned his attention to Darkness as he continued speaking. A bit of shock was left unexpressed in his mind as the usually reserved and prideful leader announced some of his weaknesses; weaknesses everyone knew, but no one acknowledged. Still, the deputy felt full of pride as Darkness even said he felt of him as his own son.

Then finally, it seemed, Darkness had chosen Cobra as his successor. At least, he thought so. His ears were now perked, and he nodded briefly. "I'd be honored to." the deputy stated shortly, noticing the unfinished tone in his leader's voice. Oh no. Then Moonshard was mentioned. Of course, the she-cat that he had been thinking about earlier. A pretty female, indeed, but a challenger for the DeathClan throne. And, apparently, one who stood at the same level in trust that Darkness had for anyone, even though he had chosen Cobra as deputy. That he didn't understand. Then he felt a bit less uneasy as he said for them to sort it out. Hm.. Sort it out? The massive tom cat knew that Darkness meant that he wanted them to fight, probably to the death, and Cobra was almost one hundred percent positive he could take down Moonshard. Sure, she was a worthy opponent; an intelligent and physically strong female. But Cobra was massive, powerful, and incredibly experienced. It just wasn't possible for a she-cat of her size, even with her experience and good ability at combat, to take on a large male with the experience he had.

Then Moonshard interjected. Before turning to look at her, Cobra's eyes rolled and then he turned his massive body around and stared his terrifying green eyes into her's as she looked coldly at both him, and their leader. Was she scared? Perhaps she was afraid that she would lose and die. Well, she was probably right. But, of course, he considered that maybe, if he became leader and didn't kill her, he'd actually choose her for deputy. But, she didn't know that, and probably would never suspect it of the apparently heartless tom. Cobra figured she was trying to convince Darkness she was the better fit and just have him choose her. No, he wouldn't let that happen. The brute wasn't the most ambitious cat in the world, but he did desire the rank of leader and wasn't going to let the years of deputy-hood go to waste. He earned that spot. By now, Cobra's tail was lashing and his neck fur was bristling only slightly (barely noticeable), his claws unsheathed, at this point, and grinding atop the ground below him. He narrowed his eyes, the terrifying green looking in her's, daring her to either argue further or attack him, right then and there. He dared her to.

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Moonshard•||•Female•||•24 moons•||•Warrior•||•Locations:"Camp"•||•Mentions:Darkness, Cobra(both directly)

The tortoiseshell she-cat raised her eyebrow. What, these two toms thought she'd be dumb enough to jump headfirst into a battle she had small chances to win? Aha, nope. She rolled her eyes and puffed, her mind already filled by mischievous thoughts. She was not going to die, and she knew some toms would agree to this deal. At least, maybe Cobra wasn't as heartless as she thought. From what she can see, he's all mighty and strong on the outside, but certainly has a soft side. She usually did good at reading cats, and she hoped her reading ability won't fail her today. Moonshard knew the battle was close. The she-cat gazed around, eyes stopping on the forest, not too far away from camp. She knew the deputy's huge fur and muscles(or fat) would make him slower than her, and that if he'd agree to this deal, she will clearly have a chance for at least the deputy spot. But more importantly, she knew her life wouldn't be over.

The she-cat took in a deep breath before gazing over at Cobra, who was literally daring her to attack. She chuckled silently and got up, her tail flicking as she headed towards her pillow. A surprise attack would be excepted as well, so why not move? After reaching her pillow, Moonshard sprinted aside and kept jumping around randomly, knowing most cats would look at her as a weirdo. After finally leaping on a trashcan, she faced the deputy and watched him, ready to jump over him the first second he'd try pouncing on her. Intelligence and agility might beat strength. Moonshard knew Cobra wasn't dumb, but also guessed how he could easily be blinded by fury. That would give her an edge in the fight. Teasing him while running away would hopefully distract him well enough so she could reach the forest.

Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp; Incinerator | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness, Moonshard [Indirectly] DeathClan, Other Clans
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A heavy sigh escaped the dark gray lips of the massive feline as he stood there, intimidating green eyes staring down at the two other cats. Listening to Darkness and Moonshard speak, he contemplated what to do. Should he fight? It wasn't that the deputy feared for his life, or feared to be injured, it was that he didn't want to risk killing the she-cat when she could be of great use to him or his leader. Cobra wasn't worried at all for his life, and was quite confident that he could beat the tortoiseshell cat in a battle, and if one were to think physically-wise, he could. But she was intelligent and physically powerful, even if it wasn't as powerful as he himself. The brute glanced at Darkness. He saw the mischievous look in his leader's eyes, and heard the hidden tone in his deep voice. His leader wanted bloodspill, and sooner or later, Cobra would give it to him.

Tongue swiping across his bared sabers, the large cat made his way out of the incinerator after being dismissed by the leader, following both Moonshard and Darkness as they exited first. Moonshard did a lot of [unessecary] movements, all why Cobra just stood there, his neck fur bristling and his long and extremely sharp claws unsheathed and ready to dig into flesh. Ready to feel the hot blood ooze over his gray paws as his claws pierced her skin. But he wouldn't be the first to attack. Oh no. Haha. The unbelievably massive deputy would await for the she-cat to attack,. After all, "Ladies first." he hissed under his breath, tail lashing behind him, his terrifying green orbs taunting her and daring her, once more, to attack him. She stood atop a trashcan and looked as if she expected the stone cold tom cat to attack first. But, alas, no he would not. That would be foolish of him. If he attacked first, she would have the advantage. She stood on top of the trashcan, hence why she had an advantage. In addition to this, here were actually many variants determining the struggle of the soon-to-be fight. She was fast, pretty strong, and smaller, and he was massive, incredibly powerful, and experienced. While her speed would give her an advantage in comparison to his size, his strength and experience would give him an advantage. The brute hissed, revealing the deadly fangs that so gave him his name; Cobra.