Talk:Medea the Cat

Highly aggressive...? Oooh, I'm looking forward to this. Nerd9000 01:23, March 3, 2011 (UTC)

Medea: [Eyes Nerd with contempt] What do you want, stranger?

Do I have to answer that? <=) Nerd9000 01:28, March 3, 2011 (UTC)

mmm darkness. -- Guyviroth - My Heart Will Explode 01:30, March 3, 2011 (UTC)

lol--  "All of our shadows..."  ---- "Are ashes against the grain..." 01:30, March 3, 2011 (UTC)

Talkplay: Keidea
[One day, a threesome of DarkClan soldiers, consisting of Medea the Cat, Tenebre the Ermine and Varjud the Bear, are out on patrol.]

Varjud: Gee, it sure is boring around here...[rolls eyes like CD-i Link]

Medea: Not the CD-i jokes again... >.>

Varjud: >w>

[Suddenly, a Light arrow whizzes past Tenebre's head!]

Tenebre: We're under attack!! [pulls out his shortbow and nocks an arrow into its string]

[Varjud and Medea unsheathe their weapons as a male possum with a longbow, a female wolf with a spear and a male lemming with a scramasax jump out of the bushes!]

Varjud: Light Clan soldiers!! Get them!!

''[Tenebre fires a Dark arrow at the wolf soldier, who narrowly dodges. The lemming soldier and Varjud become locked in combat, while the possum archer readies another arrow.]''

Wolf: [Starts fighting with Medea]

(Unbeknowst to them, a shadowy figure is watching from the trees...after quite a while of fighting...)

Lemming: [Manages to catch Varjud off guard and kick him in the stomach]

Varjud: OOF!! [Collapses onto his back]

Possum: [Fires his Light arrow, nicking Tenebre in the shoulder]

Tenebre: Guh!! [falls to one knee, holding his injured shoulder]

Wolf: [Rams the butt of her spear into Medea's stomach]

Medea: Gaahh!! [falls over]

Wolf: [Points her spear at Medea] Surrender now, or die!

Medea: [Struggles to stand] N-Never...!

(Then, a figure leaps from the trees, and kicks the wolf soldier's weapon out of her hands!)

Wolf: !!

???: (disarms the other two, and stands over the fallen Darkies protectively) These three shall not be harmed in my forest. Leave now... or I'll make you leave.

Wolf: Your forest???

???: Perhaps. Perhaps not. But if you leave this place now, no harm shall come to you.

Wolf: ........[picks up her spear] Very well...[looks at the lemming and the possum] Fenyes. Selvasti. We're leaving.

[The possum, Selvasti, and the lemming, Fenyes, pick up their weapons and obediently follow the female wolf away.]

???: (turns to the three soldiers) I suggest you leave.

Tenebre: Uhh...r-right...

''[He and Varjud walk away. Medea stays, however.]''

???: (looks at her) ...I suppose there's a reason you haven't left yet?

Medea: Uhhhh......th-thank you for helping us.....

???: (nods) After all these years, I still hold a great respect for the Dark Clan. Be careful on your way out of the forest. (backflips onto a high tree branch and leaps out of view from branch to bracnh like a ninja.)

Medea: [Watches him go] ........

(The next day, in the Dark Clan village...)

Medea: [Just sitting there] ..........

(She can see the forest clearly from where she's sitting, almost as if it's calling to her...)

Medea: .......[gets up and walks into the forest]

(Soon, it appears she is lost, but then she comes across a puddle of dark red liquid. It appears to be... blood...)

Medea: *gasp*

(When she looks up, she sees that it is dripping from a dark figure slumped against a tree, lying on its branches. It's the mysterious stranger from yesterday!)

Medea: !! [starts climbing up the tree]

???: (looks at her weakly) ...It's you... from before...

Medea: W-What happened to you...?!

???: When I disarmed the soldiers... one of them got me across the ribs... I thought it was nothing, but it got worse... (groans, closes eyes)

Medea: What do you mean, worse...? Like a poison?

???: Not... sure... (groans again)

Medea: Come on. Im going to get you help. [tries to get him down from the tree]


 * (She should take him to the Darkie medics)

???: (shifts his weight to make it easier to carry him)

[She manages to get him down from the tree and carries him back to the DarkClan village.]

???: (almost unconscious by the time they get there)

Medea: *thinking* Don't you die on me, dammit...!