Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness, Hawkthorn [Indirectly] DeathClan
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A low snarl escaped the mighty tom's lips as he and his leader approached the stray he had seen before. A menacing look in his terrifying green eyes, Cobra listened and watched the two talk. His eyes observed the rogue flexing his abnormally long claws and raised a brow, unimpressed. In his opinion, long claws weren't that helpful. They snagged on things. Cobra himself had average lengthed claws, but they were sharper than normal. Sharp claws were really full of advantage. But, he was sure the rogue had some techniques that placed his long claws as an advantage and not a burden. The silent tom's tail lashed as Darkness spoke about a blood tribute, before mentioning that he didn't allow his food to be stolen and his territory to be walked upon by rogues. Narrowing his eyes as the stranger male began speaking, the massive deputy hissed a warning to him as he insulted Darkness, calling him an old tom who couldn't protect his borders. Tail lashing, the brute's fur bristled just a bit as he stared his terrifying, green eyes into the depths of the rogue's eyes, watching his every move. He didn't trust him, and wondered why Darkness wasn't killing him yet.

Then, right after insulting Darkness, this strange tom began suggesting he join. Ha! Did he really think the unmerciful leader of DeathClan would accept his request right after he insulted him? And then he continued on slandering the leader, saying he didn't want to rattle his old brains and stuff like that. He hissed with anger at the disrespectful words and actions of the tom who had no right saying those stuff. Why was Darkness even taking it?? Then the rude tom complimented Cobra, saying it was an impressive fight and that he admired him. Also mentioning something about wishing his kits the best? Huh? What was this rogue talking about? Cobra didn't know who his kits were.. A grunt was emitted from the lips of the silent deputy as he glared at him, despite the compliment. Cobra's silence just further added to his fearsome, intimidating, and terrifying aura. His looks, his strength, his past, his silence, and many more scary qualities made him wonderful at scaring others into submission. With a flick of his ear, the massive maine coon awaited his leader's decline of the request.

Then the unthinkable happened.... Darkness accepted. Cobra's jaw almost opened in complete and utter surprise. What?! So, Darkness gets onto him about mercy? Then he just goes and lets a rude and disrespectful tom into the Clan? What was this Clan turning into. Unbelievable. He snarled as the leader accepted, his surprise showing in his fearsome green orbs. Then the now-accepted "warrior" of DeathClan spoke in a respectful tone, yet he called Darkness an 'old tom' again. He narrowed his eyes, teeth bared. He then asked for Darkness' name and continued by introducing himself as 'Hawkthorn', an apparent ex-warrior of SkyClan. Those weaklings? Well, that makes sense, Cobra thought with annoyance, left ear flicking in frustration. Rising to his full height right before he was addressed, the massive Maine Coon looked down at Hawkthorn as he talked about 'taking on the big guy'. Ha. That was funny. Not. Cobra's still bloodstained claws itched to attack the brute right then and there, his bloodlust not quenched from the execution earlier. But he knew better, especially since Darkness just accepted him into the Clan. The massive deputy stared down at Hawkthorn with a terrifying green gaze, tail lashing.

Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness, Hawkthorn, Everyone [Indirectly] DeathClan
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The massive gray brute nodded to his leader, still silent. He didn't want to say something that wasn't entirely respectful, even though he had gotten away with just because Darkness had understood why the deputy was upset, and because he was like a father figure to him. Plus, Cobra could detect the seriousness in his leader's voice, meaning he couldn't respond or argue or disagree. He especially wanted to object about taking Marc. That tom was such a... Ugh. Sighing in slight frustration and annoyance, the deputy began walking back to camp beside his leader, tail still lashing in indignation.

His gray ears perked as Darkness began speaking, in a softer tone than before, addressing exactly what Cobra had been thinking before. The reason of his annoyance. Listening to his words about it apparently not being mercy, he nodded again, not wanting to speak. He felt a bit assured, though, as the heard the ending part of his leader's words and the expression the aging leader as he moved his tongue across his lips after speaking to Cobra. With another nod of dismissal and respect, Cobra continued walking back to camp, ready to announce who was going to the Gathering. Swiping his tongue across his dark gray and brown lips, the massive deputy leapt up to the top of the incinerator, which was where both he and Darkness announced things. "Cats of DeathClan!!!" the large cat shouted with an incredibly loud and demanding voice. "Everyone will be attending the gathering today, including Marc and the new warrior.. Hawkthorn." he announced, voice masculine and intimidating, pausing for less than a second before saying the ex-rogue's name. With a lash of his tail, he leapt down from the incinerator, ignoring the surprised looks on everyone's faces as they heard they would all be going. it wasn't his decision, anyway. Sighing, the brute waited for Darkness to announce they would be leaving, standing beside the entrance.