Only the brave know how to forgive... a coward never forgave; it is not in his nature.
Alderleaf
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19 INT
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Post by Alderleaf on Jun 30, 2014 22:39:53 GMT -4
 The rain drizzled quietly through the canopy, falling softly from leaf to leaf until they finally plopped into the collection of small puddles on the ground. The shower washed over the moors, dousing the dry, hilly grassland in the tears of StarClan. With every droplet that hit the ground and joined together in the growing torrent down the hills and into the lake, more and more scents from the days past were washed away. The dazzling twilight sky was mesmerizing, painted with the dainty pinks and reds of the poppy flowers and the pastel purples and yellows of the asters, and the pale gray low-hanging clouds dusted the sky. To the west towards the recently set sun, the sky was clear, but to the east, it was clear that a storm was brewing. Despite how light the rainfall was now, the dark rolling clouds the color of burning cinders brought warning of harsher weather. Lightning flickered in the distance, with ominous thunder rolling in moments later. WindClan was in for a storm.
Alderleaf knew that he wasn't too far from camp, but his gut told him that it would be wise to wait out the worst part of the storm underneath the trees that lined the small portion of territory next to the border. The small brown tabby raced towards the tall oaks and bushy undergrowth, hoping that maybe one would provide him shelter. Lightning flashed in the reflection of his vibrant green eyes, and he fearfully glanced upward. The storm was approaching faster and faster, most likely blown in by the gale force winds that dug like talons into his fur. Panting, Alderleaf slid up beside a tall sturdy maple tree for safety as a roar of thunder penetrated his ears. The tom curled up against the base of the trunk and wrapped his tail around his body for warmth, his fur on end as the storm raged on. Luckily for him, the wind couldn't reach him at where he lie, but he could see the gale whipping the leaves and branches above his head, showering water droplet everywhere. The small tom shivered as one plopped down right on his nose, and he curled up tightly just as the maple tree where he lay beneath was struck by lightning.
Alderleaf leapt into the air with a piercing shriek of fear, blinded by light and sparks as the branches above him burst into flames. He would've thought the torrential downpour would've doused the flames, but oh, no. With every raindrop, the flame grew brighter and brighter until it shone like a fiery beacon for all of the clans to see. Alderleaf screeched as he dashed out from underneath the protection of the trees, only to be immediately drenched, and he didn't hesitate to run under the cover of a nearby tree, watching the mysterious burning maple to only burn brighter and brighter by the minute. Suddenly, the forest grew quiet. Alderleaf could still see the gale force winds ripping through the trees, rain pouring down, and lightning racing through the sky, but everything was quiet as a single burning maple leaf fell from the tree. The instant it touched the ground, the little flame erupted into a furious blaze that engulfed the entire tree in fire. Not a moment later, he witnessed a tiny, gray paw step on the leaf, extinguishing it, and the flames disappeared, leaving only a scorched maple behind a tiny gray tabby.
"Good evening, brother," Littlestar meowed.
Alderleaf was frozen. He wanted to yowl for help, for anyone, even a ThunderClanner, to come and save him, but he was frozen where he stood, forced to watch as the deranged she-devil padded closer, and closer, and closer towards him. When they were practically touching noses, Littlestar looked him in the eyes, her slightly cross-eyed amber gaze piercing him the very core, and still he could do nothing. She looked him up and down and scowled frustratedly, disappointed even. Then the infamously small cat turned and focused her gaze on the forest of ThunderClan. Littlestar stood there, silently waiting, as Alderleaf was forced to stand and watch. They stood there for a few minutes, the storm still raging around them, now back at full volume. Finally, he had the courage to stutter out a few words. "H-how are y-you—" Before he could finish, Littlestar whipped around, snarling. She lashed out with unsheathed claws, ripping his ear into shreds. He wanted to howl out in pain, but he merely whimpered, still unable to move his limbs and run away. Without a single word, she continued staring into the forest.
They stood there waiting silently for whatever Littlestar was so intent on finding for what felt like hours. Suddenly, a snarling, emaciated fox appeared out of the darkness, and Littlestar put on a wicked grin. The fox emitted a low growl as it padded closer, dragging its feet. It looked like it was starving, and its fur appeared to have been falling off in tufts, leaving many bald patches on its body. Littlestar and the fox stared at each other for a moment. Lightning struck, and Littlestar disappeared in the bright flash of light. Alderleaf collapsed onto the ground, free from his sister's spell, but he whimpered in fear as the fox snarled and darted in his direction. He flinched, braced for impact, but then the fox leapt away with a loud yelp, appearing to be controlled by some sort of unnatural force. If he had to guess, he'd place a bet that it was Littlestar. The fox then trotted off snarling.
Alderleaf followed, intending to make sure the fox was headed in a different direction before sprinting back to camp to warn the others. It dashed on through the forest, Alderleaf following a few fox-lengths behind, until he saw Jaystar in the distance. The tabby tom yowled out a warning at his leader, but by the time the lynx point she-cat had looked up, fear flashing across her face as the fox barreled towards her, it was too late. The fox ripped through her with no trouble at all, and Alderleaf gagged at the disgusting mess it had created before it began feasting on its kill. Even if the she-cat had fifty lives gifted by StarClan, there was no way she'd get out of that in one piece. In fact, she was in many pieces. Alderleaf screeched for help, but it only drew the fox's attention to himself. The bloodied fox snarled as it turned to face him, padding closer to him as a look of horror spread across his face.
@cherryfrost Coalstripe lightstep mothpool @nightcloud Silverstrike Poppycloud Stormwhisker words 1102 — tags ALL WC — notes got the weather muse from a
RAGING storm outside F O X The rabid fox padded slowly towards the small brown tabby. Sure, he had just made a kill, but he wouldn't mind the extra body weight he would pick up from eating this little hors doeuvre before moving on to the main course.
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lightstep
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WindClan
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Post by lightstep on Jul 1, 2014 0:10:16 GMT -4
 LIGHTSTEPI've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking and screaming
I'm staying alive blood boiling and steaming The lithe she-cat was being battered and beaten by the raging winds that had suddenly picked up on the moors. Twilight was no more as a dark shadow covered the land in an ominous shade of grey. The once rich and full colors of the sun were now washed and it made her stomach sink. Lightstep had been patrolling the boarders near Thunderclan at the time, the last rounds before returning to what remained of their camp. The clouds were growing darker still as the brown she-cat looked to the sky. The stars were no longer visible. Could her family see her? Lightstep was always reassured by their comforting glow, but they were lost to her now. Those awful clouds.
A drop hit her nose.
She shook her head in surprise as the wet feeling brought her back down from her thoughts. Another drop. The pitter patter of rain began to fill her ears as it surrounded her. The drops became heavy as they clung to her short fur, penetrating deep into her skin. It made her feel heavy. She tried to shake the droplets that hung on like ticks, but it was to no avail. Best bet was to turn back and head to camp as quick as possible. Bounding across the open ground her body disappeared in the tall grasses of the moor. While she couldn’t see the scents of her clanmates still lingered, creating a trail back home. A bright light flashed in the sky as a rumble sounded above her head. Its force shook the earth and her core vibrated with the song making her stop in her tracks. She didn’t like to be startled. If she had wings Lightstep would fly up there and beat the crap out of the clouds. She’d kick them out and bring back the clear night sky. She quickly regained her composure, nothing could scare her!
Oh how ironic that’d turn out to be.
Another sound hit her ears, just barely audible against the raging winds and rain. It was not a sound that nature could make, it almost sounded like... a cat. It was an alerting call that wailed against the storm, and it made her stomach drop. Had someone gotten hurt?! With wide amber eyes Lightstep made a B line to the source of the noise. Another yowl more despairing and frantic than the last. It made the young warrior push harder as she climbed a rather steep hill. Bounding over the top the she-cat was stopped dead in her tracks. What was before her, oh it was too gruesome to describe. Time seems to slow for Lightstep as she looked upon the mangled body of their beloved Jaystar. She was half heartedly hoping that their leader, who had only stepped up as leader a few moons ago, would miraculously heal and stand back up. But that was how things worked. She could see the murderer lurching towards the one who was wailing all this time. Alderleaf was frozen in place like a deer in the headlights, a perfect little snack for that mangy fox. Her rage boiled over and even now the storm could not match her fury! That monster would pay for what it did! She grit her teeth together as her claws dug into the softening earth beneath her. She let out an ear piercing shriek.
Heads will roll.
Lightstep began to practically fly down the hill almost tripping once or twice, but still steaming along that an unstoppable force. At this point she felt like she could move mountains. Lightstep hoped that her wail of anger and grief would snap Alderleaf from his stupor, moreover draw the attention of the fox. Not like it would have time to react. She flew at the side of the fox jumping with all her might that was in her tiny body. With claws outstretched she aimed to ram into the fox and do as much damage as she could before retreating to a safe distance. But of course, not all plans work as well as you think. Another gale of wind pushed her up, nearly flying over the fox.
Nonononononono!
Scrambling and with all that pent up aggression she scrabbled in the air with claws unsheathed hoping to land a blow. She could feel her legs hit the large body of the fox and she clawed relentlessly as if trying to shred his entire being. Lightstep landed with a thud about a foxlength away, sending mud flying as she slid. Quickly getting back up onto her paws she could see that her little acrobatic display had drawn the attention of the fox. Oh dear Starclan what had she gotten herself into... While she matched the deranged gaze of the fox she could feel her paws shaking, half from adrenaline and the other half she thought was fear. There was a pretty good chance she was about to die, and she didn’t like it one bit. OOC ooohhhh snap! Also hope I’m doing this right, might leave the damage up to you since I don’t know how far we can take the powerplaying.
WORD COUNT 831
ATTACK lightstep flung herself at the side of the fox, aiming dead center in hopes of knocking it off balance. A gust of wind however blew her over its back with only the length of her legs hitting it. She still tried to cut it up pretty badly with her claws though.
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mothpool
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41 moons
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Warrior
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17 DEF
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12 SPD
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16 END
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16 INT
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Played by flicker
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WindClan
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Post by mothpool on Jul 1, 2014 2:30:08 GMT -4
I'VE LOOKED AT CLOUDS THAT WAY, BUT NOW THEY ONLY BLOCK THE SUN ❝ try as she might, Mothpool couldn't get the ThunderClan stench off her pelt. Only just recently had she accidentally run into their territory while blindly chasing a rabbit, and, not wanting to encourage any unwanted looks (or sniffs), she had paused by a thorny bush a distance away from the moonpool stream to feverishly clean away the smell. After washing herself it still lingered, however. With a sigh, Mothpool began rolling in the dirt as a last resort, hoping the strong smell of earth would cover up. After hopping up and giving herself a perfunctory sniff, she decided she was good to go. As she looked around for her her newly caught a rabbit, sure it had been right next to her, a soft drizzle began to dampen her pelt. She didn't mind, though. It had been a hot day, and the rain was welcome. Mothpool couldn't help noticing the striking and vivid colors of the sky. It was as bright as the meadows in bloom during new-leaf. No - even brighter. She wasn't a head in the clouds kind of cat, but she almost wanted to sit down right there and just stare at the sunset. As Mothpool looked east toward the lake, however, she could see dark storm clouds rolling through the sky. Better hurry back to camp.The nursery's roof might need reinforcing, especially since this storm looked like a big one. She hoped she would get back fast enough - the clouds were approaching at a steadily increasing pace. Right before she looked away from the sky, a jagged white line tore through the horizon, followed by a clap of thunder. Lightning. Mothpool burst into a sprint. Paws pounding on the soggy ground, heart thrumming, she had no intention of being out in the open when the storm struck. From her seasons of experience, she knew storms could be deadly. As she passed a large boulder with a small nook underneath it, however, she veered straight to it. It might be better to wait out the storm here. Squeezing into the tight space, she hoped she wasn't sharing the space with any unwanted creatures. She'd take what she could get though. Safe in the relatively dry shelter of the boulder, she watched the storm rage and howl outside. It was a violent thing - the moor grass was flattened by the wind, and leaves picked up in the wind were being tossed about in the air. Another bolt of lightning split the sky, and Mothpool thought she could hear a faint shriek in the distance. Was that a cat? She pricked her ears, but there were no other sounds save that of the storm. After a while, Mothpool stopped paying attention. That is, until another screech pierced the ear. It was another cat - she was sure it was. The wail had sounded frightened, and Mothpool knew she had to help, WindClan cat or not. She slid out from under the boulder, springing to her feet and taking off at a speed so fast it was almost as if she were flying. It had come in the direction she had been coming from earlier, and she cursed herself for not having stayed there. Mothpool heard another ear-piercing shriek, though this time from a different cat. What on earth could be going on? She wondered. It had been coming from the strip of woodland in front of her, and she burst into it, expecting almost anything. Expect this. A brown tabby - Alderleaf. Crouched on the ground, frozen, ear a shredded, bloody mess. A lithe brown she-cat leaping at a fox, claws and limbs outstretched. Lightstep. A bloody pulp lying on the ground, faint brown markings just barely perceptible. Jaystar. No... not Jaystar. Not when they needed the calm leader most. Horror and shock struck her - Mothpool's stomach churned, aghast at the sight. But she wouldn't - couldn't - allow herself to think any further. She didn't pause to wonder what had happened, pushing it to the back of her mind. That didn't matter. What mattered was now. Her attention snapping back to Lighstep, she saw the she-cat fly to the ground with a painful thud, then scramble back up to her paws. The fox looked vicious - it was haggard, its pelt hanging to it's skeletal frame. It must be hungry, too. It saw Mothpool, but its attention was focused on Lightstep. With a determined amber glare, she charged right at the fox. Instead of attacking it head-on, she dropped to the ground and slithered underneath it, turning upward to rake at its soft belly. She felt her claws rip skin, but they didn't sink in deep enough to cause any real damage. Before Mothpool could dart back out, the breath was knocked out of her. The fox had dropped down, crushing her with its weight. She couldn't breathe - her face, her nose, everything, was smothered with a hairy and grimy stomach.She opened her mouth to shriek and was greeted with the taste of rancid fox fur. Mothpool quickly clamped her jaws shut. Her limbs flailed valiantly, but the fox had flattened her legs in an awkward position, making it painful to struggle. This could be it, she thought. No - she refused to believe it. She knew Lightstep and Adderleaf wouldn't let it end this way, and she clung to that thought as her lungs screamed for air. 9C869AMADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS OOC: lightstep: I think danish is the one who calculates the stats, so don't worry about it c: here's a link to the stats page though, if you want to see how she does it. |
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Silverstrike
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13 moons
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Warrior
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Tom
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10 SPD
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10 END
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10 INT
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WindClan
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Post by Silverstrike on Jul 1, 2014 10:32:02 GMT -4
Silverstrike wasn’t surprise to find that when he decided to start hunting, it rained on him. He should have known, as the once calm clouds became fat and dark; the wind blowing before the heavy pour that followed. He growled as he grew agitated with the weather, settling under a tree near the borders that separated Thunderclan and Windclan. He stared at the borders for a bit, feeling the familiar emotion of resentment and anger rise in the pit of his belly. He had been trying to take a walk, thinking he would keep himself awake for a little while before he would call it quits.
Somehow, he let his feet lead him, and usually while they would led him to the nursery, he was led to the borders. He pondered why this happen, but he just gazed absentmindedly at Thunderclan’s territory. A blaze of lightning hit the earth as he flattened his ears to quiet the noise that came afterwards. Silverstrike then tried to think of something else besides Thunderclan, which seemed to work just a bit. He began to think where he would sleep, as the ground was soaking wet from the rain. He figured that he would ask the queens if he could stay in the nursery, he hoped that they would.
Of course, all the queens knew of Silverstrike. Not only because he was their clan mate, but also because he was a frequent visitor of the nursery. Every since that vermin-faced leader of Thunderclan came to Windclan, he had been a daily visitor of the queens. In the beginning, the reasoning behind it was because he was hoping his mother would show up in the place where she died, that’s what the elders once told him at least. But after awhile, when the nursery was fixed completely and he had no excuse to stay in the nursery anymore, he still came because he love the kits, they were so innocent, so pure from the fight before they became apprentices and see the horror first hand. They all had their parents) and they were surrounded by clan mates who would put their life on the line for them.
Thus his fascination with the little kits and the nursery altogether began. His train of thought was interrupted once more as another shock of lightning made contact with the ground. This time he couldn’t just shake it off. A blaze of red could be seen not so far away, and he growled as the red grew even more. Surprise, through all the roaring of the rain he could hear a shriek for help. Silverstrike perked his ears up, hearing the noise come from the borderline. Silverstrike wondered at his next move: should he go get more warriors to help with the possible danger, or should he follow the noise and help? What if it was a Thunderclanner? He then remembered a saying from his mother, ‘The safety of the Clan is more important than the safety of one cat, Silverpaw. Though it isn't part of the warrior code, you must abide by it when you’re older, understand?’
Silverstrike gave a smirk at this, whispering, “If I don’t you’re not going to let me live peacefully in Starclan, huh mother?” With that, he gave a push against the ground and ran towards the direction of the shriek. He suppose that even if it was a Thunderclanner in danger, he could help whatever was troubling him and maybe take him as prisoner. But if a clan mate was in trouble Thunderclan would surely pay. He ran as fast as he could, but in all honesty he wasn’t as fast as his other clan mates, he depended on his fighting skills in order to serve his clan effectively.
Silverstrike heard more hisses and cries, and started to panic, thinking if it was a Thunderclan attack. But as he grew closer, he realized the voices the cries belonged to. He was trying his best, but since the ground was soft from the rain, mud splashed his paws and made it even more difficult for him to run by sucking his paws into it. He was starting to get real pissed, and then a wave of terror washed over him. What stood before him was a duel between his clan mates and a fox, which was biting and snarling at the little felines cutting and slashing at it. He saw that there was Alderleaf and Mothpool, seasoned warriors in Windclan. There was also Lightstep, a warrior that could be considered a fresh warrior just like him. But that wasn’t what sent his spine crawl. It was the corpse on the sidelines that did it for him.
There, limp and lifeless, was Jaystar, leader of Windclan, EX- leader now. This seemed completely unbelievable. How did this happen? She was leader, she had multiple lives. He was terrified because she kept the clan together. He couldn’t believe the same leader that presented his warrior name, was laying there, chucks of her missing, almost unrecognizable besides the too familiar scent that belonged only to her. The whole world was silence as he could only hear the pounding of his heart, Jaystar… was dead? The evidence was then enough able to prove just that.
The blood in his body started to boil uncontrollably, and his body reacted on its own once again, he shifted through the mud once more to charge the fox, full scale assault. He saw that the canine was crashing his clan mate, and he gave a screech as he went over to her and raked his claws over the fox’s naked skin, blood flying everywhere and he shifted to get away from the perpetrator. The animal’s blood got Silverstrike’s chest and claws, along with the surrounding area. He certainly hoped that not much got on cat, which he now identified as Mothpool. He gave a hissed, as he charged again at the fox, this time the canine was ready. It used its enormous paws to knock Silverstrike off his feet. Even if Silverstrike was bigger than the average warrior, he couldn’t compare to a fox of that size. He was sent flying and made an impact with mud.
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Poppycloud
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28 moons
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Med. Cat
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She-Cat
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25 AGI
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Post by Poppycloud on Jul 1, 2014 11:01:37 GMT -4
[/i] She thought quietly. She quickly prepared some treatments for injuries just in case. That storm was certainly bad out there and she wanted to be prepared in case a cat came back injured. Broken bones and strained muscles were amoung the few injuries that could happen. Although WindClan lacked trees, there was still a chance the wind had blown something in from off the territory. Poppycloud shook her head glanced toward the entrance to the den. She almost wondered how any cat could be out there. She glanced outside at the dark clouds and sheets of raining pouring from them. Something wasn't right and it wasn't just the weather. There was a pull outside. Like she was needed for something. Not that she wished to go out in this, but it felt like she had to. The medicine cat took one step outside and was quickly blasted in the face with rain. Shaking it off she began to pad off in the direction she felt like StarClan was pulling her. She kept her head town, trying to make out the path she was taking. Visibility was low and it felt like this storm was foreshadowing something even more ominous. Finally, the sound of screeches reached her ears and everything else became a blur as she raced toward it. Oh dear StarClan... please do not let it be what I think it was. One of Poppyclouds worst fears was war, especially war with ThunderClan. Ever since that dreadful night that still gave her nightmares sometime. Little did she know, this was even worse then that. She closed in and she could finally make out the beings in the pouring rain. There was a fox. At first, Poppycloud didn't think it would be so bad. It's true a fox could easily kill a cat, but Silverstrike, Mothpool and Lightstep had already engaged it. It was outnumbered. Alderleaf was crouched under a tree, frozen. However, there was something wrong with this fox. Foxes were normally pretty aggressive in the sense, but this one... something was horribly wrong with it. Maybe it was sick? That would explain why it was out here in the first place. Then, thanks a lightning flash, Poppycloud caught something at the corner of her eye. A heap of managed fur and blood. She couldn't even tell what it was until it hit her. "No... No!" She broke into a full sprint and her worst fears were confirmed. Jaystar laid there, a managed mess and her medicine cat instincts kicked in. Poppycloud stared down in horror and the reality hit her. There was nothing to save. Not even StarClan could heal this. However many lives Jaystar had left... they were gone. The she-cat stared toward the darkened sky, as if she was begging the ancestors for answers. Why had this happened? She lowered her head to the mess of fur. "However StarClan has taken you... I pray it was quick." She said softly. Lifting her head back up, Poppycloud let out a long mournful yowl toward the sky. [/font][/ul] |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 14:15:51 GMT -4
It was strange being out in such a bad storm, and Nightcloud couldn't have been sure why he had even decided to come out at the time of night, especially when there was no moon to show anything. He'd been heading towards the border between Thunderclan and Windclan border, running faster to get to cover. It was surprising as to how heavy it was starting to come, making it a little more surprising that it would be like this. Something about it was nicer then it was earlier in the day, but obviously, with how heavy its starting to come, it would just be nice to get a cooler time.
The fact that lightening soon started flashing was a bit of a surprise, but not too much. He lowered himself closer to the ground when it hit, having skidded to a halt as it happened. Nightcloud couldn't believe this was happening, amazed at how fairly quickly this started, soaking through his black pelt along the way. The idea of this coming the way it was just seemed to make things worse, not sure if he would like to do either border patrol or hunting at this point. The chance of something causing injury to himself seemed high, and now that the wind seemed to be kicking up too, he knew there would be a hard prospect of something to go wrong.
At this point, Nightcloud looked around, soon heading into the other direction, taking the time to use some of the cover of trees to stay out of most of the rain, knowing that it wouldn't last long. He then took a left, heading into the direction of camp, as slight of scent as there might be, and knowing that it would be hard to get anywhere with how things kept going. But the strange thing was, even with the rain coming down hard, some of the scents were getting slightly stronger, and he decided to go and investigate why that was so. But it was not what he was expecting to see when he came about the scene in front of him, against a deranged fox.
Nightcloud stood there for a moment, not sure what to expect, only because what he was seeing was not hoping to see. Alderleaf was a bloody mess, what looked like Jaystar on the ground, possibly dead, and the fox going after Lightstep and Mothpool. Silverstrike also seemed to appear then, going after the fox with the other two she-cats that were fighting the fox. Whatever the cause of this was all too much for any of them, and they were all barely getting along after the battle with Littlestar and war from before. Nightcloud came up, quickly as he could, also catching wind of Poppycloud too. The sight was all to real, and nothing seemed like it had been before. When she had stopped, Nightcloud didn't think it was best if she did, going towards her and nudging her in the direction of Alderleaf.
"Come on, Poppycloud. We don't need our Medicine cat where the fox can see you, fox messed up or not. Besides, it seems like Jaystar can't be saved, and Alderleaf needs the help. I'll watch for when the fox comes near."
He looked between the chaos that was going a few fox-lengths away to Poppycloud, hoping she'd understand what he was getting at, and that this would be a big help to the clan. They didn't need another clanmate to die while they needed the extra help form him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 16:35:03 GMT -4
[presto]  words1349 museExcellent taggedWindClan Danish[/presto] Cherrypaw ● Apprentice of WindClan ● prose | dialog ●
She was exhausted. Since sun up she'd been out of camp. Tagging along with the morning patrol along the Horseplace had been fun. She'd even managed to take down a small vole by one of the fence posts. Seeing more of the territory always brightened her spirits. She'd even come close to one of the large beasts before she was called away to continue. Her tail high over her head, the flame-point she-cat had followed along as the patrol swept the stretch of land from the marshes that lead to the island to the stream that would lead to the Moonpool. Bubbling with enthusiasm to step closer to the ThunderClan side of the moors, that excitement was crushed as they had turned back and ran back up the hills to the safety of their camp. She remembered the stab of irritation, but it had been short-lived as no sooner did her paws touch the clearing, did she hear her name called for a hunting party.
She had kicked up dust, racing along behind the party as they neared the lake. After a quick huddle, the cats split up. New to hunting alone, Cherrypaw's entire body quivered as the apprentice sniffed out prey on the wind. The scent of rabbit had sent her to crouch; belly just above the grass. She had slunk through a patch of heather until she'd spied three rabbits grazing together. Her nose twitched, and she slipped closer until she was within a fox length. Bunching her muscles, the cat had sprung at the smallest of the three. The rabbit turned and sprinted away, but she'd closed in fast. Running it down, her chest had felt like it was about to explode. It had turned, she'd kept going and had to skid to turn about. By then, it had taken the lead. Another cat from the hunting patrol shot by her. She called to the cat, and together they cut off the rabbit's escape route.
Now, as the sun was starting to set, she pulled that rabbit from the fresh kill pile. Jaws set squarely around it's long ears, she tugged on it, displacing a few field mice that toppled over. Another warrior called her messy, and as she set the rabbit aside to tidy up the pile, she could have sworn she'd heard a clash of thunder in the distance. Picking her head up, the cat glanced up at the sky. It seemed clear; only a few wispy clouds overhead. Shrugging it off, the cat hurried away with her quarry. Finding a spot in the fading sun, she tore out large chunks of fur, clicking her tongue against her teeth to remove the sticky hairs. Her canines bit down into the flesh, pulling at the skin until the scent of warm blood made her belly grumble. Rabbit, her favorite meal. Her tail wiggled while she ate.
She finished most of her meal. Looking down at the few remains, she debated burying it for later. Another clash of thunder struck, and this time it sounded closer. She turned her eyes upward and noticed a few gray clouds here and there. 'Great. I'll be drenched and tired.' With a sigh, she picked up the tattered remains and left the camp with them in her jaws. Picking a place far enough away from the clearing, she started to dig down through the peaty soil. After dropping her leftovers in the hole, she quickly buried it and turned to find the heart of the storm in the sky.
It was just over ThunderClan. 'Figures we'd get their soppy weather.' She frowned and started to turn back when the first drops of rain began to fall. All at once, the sky opened up and sent the she-cat scrambling back to camp. WindClan or not, she didn't like being caught out in a downpour. It made her feel cold and depressed. Heading toward the apprentice's den, she had just poked her head through the opening when she heard the yowl. It made her blood turn to ice.
It was like she was back on the moors that night as a kit.
Gulping down a gasp of air that painfully stuck in her throat, the she-cat backed out and sent up a warning screech! Not bothering to see if any cat heard her, she charged out of the camp. At the top of her lungs, she screamed, "it's ThunderClan! They're attacking again! Those mangy mange-pelts!" Her voice was surprisingly hard for one so young as she threw herself down the hills toward the ThunderClan border. "They think they can come in here and finish what their fox-hearted leader started? Well I'll show them! I'll show them all! Badgerstar's gonna wish she-"
The apprentice froze, nearly tumbling over her own paws. The rain drenched her thin fur, freezing her to her core. "No.." she squeaked. There, on the moors for every cat to see, was Jaystar. Or what remained of her. Her body was torn to shreds. The cat couldn't take her eyes from the grizzly sight. Blood, washed downhill by the rainwater. The scent of it clogging her nose. She started to choke, until her entire body was spasming. Pressing her eyes shut, the apprentice wretched until her meal of rabbit was brought back up on the grass. She curled her thin tail around herself, whimpering.
"F-Fox-hearted.. ThunderClan'll pay.." With her senses slowly starting to clear, she heard the sounds of battle below. 'They'll pay now! I'll tear into every last one of-' A fox! Not ThunderClan at all! She hadn't noticed the scent over the stench of her leader's blood. Her blue eyes widened with a new breed of fear. She watched the cats, her clanmates, as they wove around the beast. She caught Silverstrike's silver pelt, the long body of Lightstep. Poppycloud was nearby, grieving Jaystar, with Nightcloud by her side. She picked out Alderleaf and another cat who disappeared under the fox. Her heart skipped a beat. Mothpool was pinned! "Mothpool, no!" Now free of her crushing fear, the apprentice felt her blood boil.
With a screech, she tore down the side of the hill and launched herself at the fox. Seconds before she got near, she noticed Silverstrike moving faster. He had slashed at the fox's face, she decided to do the same. Coming in beside him, she lashed a small paw out at the fox's nose. "Get off her!" Her voice sounded as sharp as a mouse's dying scream. She turned about, avoiding the snap of the beast's jaws, but not before noticing a small welling of blood where her claws had hit his black nose. Leaping away from the creature, she used her small size to her advantage, and dashed under his hind leg. As she cleared the base of his tail, she planted her front paws down and pushed off with her hind legs, springing up onto his rump. Digging in with her claws, she hauled herself up onto his back, hissing and spitting. Her inexperience hindered her attack, as her position on him didn't protect her from the sudden bucking he did to knock her off. Biting down, she clung on with all the fury of StarClan, but it wasn't enough. With a yowl, she fell away. The cat stumbled as she fought to find her paws again, the wind knocked from her lungs. Every time she put pressure down on her front paw, the jagged, hot iron of pain shot up her leg. She picked up her paw, taking half a heart-beat to look at the damage. A wrenched claw, maybe a broken toe? She wasn't a medicine cat, she didn't know!
Biting back the pain, the apprentice stumbled forward, trying hard to get back into the fight. The fox flashed out his back leg, probably distracted with the warring cats attacking his front. Seizing the chance, she pounced on his leg. Cherrypaw bit down with all her might in the exposed tendons between where his heel and ankle met. All the while, thunder clashed, lightning flashed, rain fell, and wind assaulted her. |
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We're wise beyond our years, but we're good at bad ideas
Coalstripe
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38 moons
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Deputy
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Hetero
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Tom
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26 END
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WindClan
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Post by Coalstripe on Jul 5, 2014 17:35:45 GMT -4
He doesn't mean to push Poppycloud when he sees her. There's just something about the way he's magnetised to her body, the way he crumbles to her.
He hardly hears the fox pant as warriors try to wear it down to the floor, or the rain. It's covered by the sound of blood burning in his ears. He doesn't know where to start looking—or even if to look at all. Coalstripe's not sure he can do it without retching, his legs are shaking beneath him already.
Her blood doesn't even have time to seep into the earth under her before it's washed away. He can't decide whether that's a good thing or not.
When cats come over, to catch a glimpse, he cannot help but hiss. He can't make them out individually for some reason. They're all just blurred shapes with teeth and claws. Protect her.
He makes a stance over her, determined to make sure she is safe, he cannot allow the thought of a second leader to go, so soon. But admittedly his eyes are glazing in panic and he's reduced to looking at moving colours.
How long did it take for them wake up again? Coalstripe had never seen a leader recooperate after losing a life. How long? He keeps looking down frantically but each time, her jaw is slack and there is no change. Surely they can't have all gone? All of them?
Just what did StarClan have planned for them?
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Stormwhisker
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27 moons
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Warrior
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Hetero
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Tom
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11 DEF
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13 SPD
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11 END
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12 AGI
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11 INT
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Titleless
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Played by pyrite
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WindClan
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Post by Stormwhisker on Jul 6, 2014 9:45:57 GMT -4
[presto]  WORD COUNT: 635 MUSE: medium MUSIC: NOTES: i was a bit confused, so sorry if the facts are a bit mixed up. coalstripe's table is beautiful! TAGGED: [/presto] Stormwhisker It seemed inevitable, this weather. The clouds had been there for days, starting thin and light at first. It had been gathering and growing. There had been a few drizzles, but nothing major. The storm had been building and it had finally boiled over. The first lightning strike lit up the camp in white. Thunder rattled his bones and left him trembling. His eyes were wide and dancing around camp, panic overcome them. He had never seen a storm like this. It was ground shattering and left a tingling electricity in the air. Stormwhisker was nervous. Something was wrong. He paced around camp, unsure of what to do. Something made him freeze. The rain came a moment later. It pounded down on him, stinging and sharp, pushed by the wind. He thought he smelled smoke, though he wasn't sure. The rain made his senses untrustworthy. He was soaked to the bone already, but he dashed for cover. The warriors den already had several occupants watching the pouring rain. It did little to soothe his frayed nerves. He breathed deliberately, trying to slow his heart rate. A bloodcurdling screech rang through the air and his heart stopped. He held his breath, fear seeping into his body. Oh StarClan. Whats going on? His lungs felt as if they were about to burst, but he didn't breathe. There was a caterwaul from somewhere outside the camp. Then he recognized a voice. Cherrypaw. ThunderClan is attacking? They must really be rabbit-brained to attack in this weather. He sprung into action and plunged into camp. Cherrypaw was no where to be seen. He could hear screeches of battling cats. He raced after the sounds. He pushed himself to his limit, running as fast as he could. Stormwhisker was horrified at the scene. He skidded to a halt, slipping on the wet ground. The silver tom stood back up, his sides heaving. His brain struggled to comprehend the horror before him. Mothpool, Lightstep, and Silverstrike wee driving off a terrifying looking fox. It muzzle was bloody. There was a mangled corpse, and though he struggled to identify it, the name of the victim rang his mind. Jaystar. He stopped functioning. The cats battle cries shrunk away until there was only silence. Nothing else seemed to matter in that instant. The gruesome, mangled corpse made him disbelieve his own eyes. How could this happen?
His lids closed and he told himself to wake up. This is wrong. Everything is wrong. This has to be a dream. It must be a dream. Stormwhisker opened his eyes. Everything was still there. It took a moment, but Stormwhisker sprung into action. He sprinted over to the fox, taking large strides. Lightstep, Mothpool and Silverstrike were already battling the hideous creature. Cherrypaw was there too, fighting with all her might, though she lacked the technique the warriors did. Stormwhisker joined in the battle. The fox was distracted with the other cats, specifically Cherrypaw, who just sank her fangs into it's leg. While running, he slipped, landing in the mud. It took a second to regain his composure, but he did and he continued his advances on the fox. He decided that, though dangerous, the underbelly was a suitable target. He slid under the fox, and landed a swift slice to the belly, before moving out of the fox's way. It wasn't a good hit, and it barely nicked the animal's skin. Stormwhisker stopped for a moment to think about his next attack. There was little time to think. The rain continued to pelt him. He couldn't think, he had to act. He dashed around to Cherrypaw, and then attacked to opposite leg she had. He used his full height and sank his claws blindly into the animal, but was shaken loose. Great StarClan! We need help.
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Alderleaf
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32 moons
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Warrior
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Asexual
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Tom
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19 ATK
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18 DEF
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18 SPD
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16 END
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16 AGI
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19 INT
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Titleless
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Played by Danish
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WindClan
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Post by Alderleaf on Jul 7, 2014 18:30:29 GMT -4
The small brown tabby tom quaked with fear as the menacing predator slowly walked closer and closer towards him. The fox's eyes appeared to be a striking scarlet in the odd light that the strange combination of timing and weather provided. Were it any other situation, he probably would've admired the view, except for the fact that there was a fox at his nose! The tom skittered backwards, screeching, only to stumble on a root behind him. The fox took this opportunity to pounce, snarling as he leapt onto the poor Alderleaf, who was shrieking in despair at this point. He lashed out at the open maw that was closing in on him in a futile effort to scare him off. The fox snarled, grabbed the tom by the scruff, and began shaking him mercilously. Alderleaf screeched in pain as his body parts snapped back and forth in the air and tried to wriggle free, but the fangs kept holding tighter and tighter still, drawing blood from the poor tom.
Suddenly, a piercing shriek rang through the air, startling both Alderleaf and the fox. The fox turned and spotted something in the distance. The tabby tom frantically tried to wriggle free, but to no avail. He was paralyzed by the dog's grip. His bright green eyes scanned the moor until they landed upon a lithe brown figure sprinting down the hillside. "LIGHTSTEP!" Alderleaf yowled desperately, only to be reprimanded by his captor with the quick tightening of the jaw. The brown tabby tom winced as he felt the vibrations of the fox's growl ripple through his body. He could only hang limply as the fox crouched to duck Lightstep's attack, but he realized that the warrior's claws had hit their mark after the fox released him from his grip. Alderleaf collapsed onto the ground. He slowly stood, watching as the fox whipped around to face Lightstep. There was definitely some pain around where the fox had held onto him for the past minute, but he knew he had to fight. He couldn't just stand there and watch the fox mutilate another one of his clanmates.
Alderleaf sprinted after the fox, sliding underneath the large canine. He got a few jabs in on the fox's underbelly, but most of them were barely skin deep because of the fox's height. Upon realizing the futility of his efforts, Alderleaf pounced upon the fox's hind leg and bit down on its ankle. Hard. He scratched and chewed in order to make the most pain for the creature and possibly hinder its attacks. Fighting was terrifying, but he needed to be alive in order to avoid the next confrontation. He wouldn't die doing what he liked least. With his mouth still around the fox's leg, he witnessed Mothpool appear out of nowhere and rip into the fox's belly behind him. The fox snarled and collapsed onto the two cats, pinning Alderleaf and Mothpool beneath it. Alderleaf could still breathe — thank StarClan —, but he could hear the brown tabby she-cat scrabbling desperately beneath the canine. Alderleaf turned back to the torn and bleeding leg, and in a valiant effort, the tom ripped it open. He gagged at the taste of the blood, but the fox leapt up, yowling in pain. It whipped around to face him, snapping and snarling, but he could see the pain festering in its eyes as it held its leg hesitantly above the ground.
Silverstrike and Cherrypaw were next to arrive, and Alderleaf watched through the corner of his eye as the young cats practically flew through the air and ripped into the fox. The fox had obviously had it up to here with all these cats, and it barreled into the gray tabby, knocking the large tom off of his feet. If the fox was mad before, it was furious now. It wanted blood and pain and death to all of the cats before it. It had been promised a meal by the strange fox-speaking cat, and it would get one. But the fox was weak. It hadn't expected so many cats to defend the promised prey.
Alderleaf's ears swiveled backwards, and he heard fleeting words shared between Nightcloud and Poppycloud over Jaystar's body over the roaring storm around him. He glanced downward, noticing his reflection in a puddle. He was drenched to the bone, making his thin frame appear even more ghastly. Suddenly, he saw Littlestar standing in front of him in the reflection. He watched as the movement in the surroundings slowed almost to a halt, playing out in the slowest motion. He tried to shriek, to get anyone's attention, but his sister reprimanded him. "Didn't you learn anything from that clout I gave you to the head? It's not like they can see me, anyway." A malicious smile danced across her face, and her amber eyes glimmered with unrestrained viciousness. Alderleaf opened his mouth to respond, and Littlestar, without missing a beat, smacked him on the head hard. The tom collapsed, unconscious. A bright light filled his sight as he watched his memories race by before his eyes on a backdrop of shadows, glimmering and flickering as if they were made of water. They slowed down, landing on one in particular. He saw himself as a child, followed by his much smaller sibling, Flykit. They were incredibly young, barely able to walk and talk. Light kitten fluff still adorned the two tabby kittens, and their eyes were still the trademark milky blue that all kittens have for the first few moons of their life. "Hey Alderkit!" He heard his tiny sister mew, a purr rising to his throat at the innocence of her voice. "I'm going to be the leader of all the clans one day!" Alderleaf heard the younger version of himself giggle at the proposition. "That's not how it works, you silly mouse-brain. You can be leader of only one clan, not all of them! That's the rule!" Flykit puffed out her tiny chest indignantly. "Well, I don't like that rule. I'll do it, I promise! Try and laugh at me then, furball!" Alderkit laughed at his sister, only making her visibly frustrated. The scene froze at that point, and the image began flickering again, like a scene reflected upon a trickling creek. Littlestar chuckled to herself as she appeared in front of the memory. "All kittish joking and games, right? Oh, you must wish it to be so." Alderleaf took a step back from his sister, filling to the brim with fear as his sister's maniacal gaze bore directly into his bright green eyes. "Unfortunately for you — and the late Jaystar, I'm afraid — that is simply not the case. I will keep my promise, Alderleaf, even if it is not through this body." The gray tabby let out a small chuckle as she turned away and began padding into the darkness, her pale silver tail tracing her brother's jaw. Alderleaf shrunk repulsively from his sister's touch. He was still stunned that she was even talking to him, let alone promising to wreak havoc on clan life. Before he could say anything more, another flash of bright light blinded him and caused him to collapse. He was not conscious when Stormwhisker arrived.@cherryfrost Coalstripe lightstep mothpool @nightcloud Silverstrike Poppycloud Stormwhisker words 1206 — tags ALL WC — notes none
health 91/106 — 0/3 dodges used — 0/3 special attacks used F O X Read Alder's post for the fox's actions. ^^ HEALTH AT 141/200
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lightstep
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19 moons
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Warrior
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Hetero
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She-Cat
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10 ATK
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10 DEF
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12 SPD
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11 END
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13 AGI
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10 INT
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WindClan
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Post by lightstep on Jul 7, 2014 22:54:26 GMT -4
LIGHTSTEPI've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking and screaming
I'm staying alive blood boiling and steaming It seemed like mere heartbeats before more Windclan warriors showed up over the horizon, all taking in the scene in different ways. Some took to the fight like Lightstep had done, and others either stood there in shock or were flocking to the lifeless body of their dear leader. None seemed to match the fervor and rage of the young warrior though. Coalstripe in particular seemed the most devastated, being the deputy and next in line to become leader. He could not have predicted his time would come so soon. The soaked black and white tom was well away from the fight so the brown she-cat wasn’t worried the fox would go for him next. No, it seemed too preoccupied with the swarm of cat ganging up on it. Alderleaf had shaken from his stupor and joined the fight with Mothpool and herself. She saw the fox land on top of the two older warriors, and she was about to rush in when surprisingly Alderleaf ripped open its hind leg. She honestly didn’t think the tom had it in him. The fox stood up on shaking legs, releasing the two cats beneath. It didn’t have a moments rest as it had double trouble coming at it from the hills with Cherrypaw and Silverstrike running full force. The bloodied canine was ready though as it slammed into the silver tom, making Lightstep cringe at the thought of the impact.
Without anymore hesitation she jumped back into the fray with amber eyes gleaming in the darkness the storm had brought. Lightstep jumped back onto the back of the fox, and bit down onto its right ear. She wanted to make it yelp in pain and make it suffer the way Jaystar must have. She could only imagine the feeling of losing nine lives all at once. Lightstep bit down hard on the ear, the bitter taste of wax making her nose scrunch up to contort her face. She persisted though and yanked it about while digging her claws into its scraggily fur. The fox was none to keen on the cat riding it like a bull. The mangy canine whipped about in a frenzy trying to dislodge the biting she-cat. Eventually it had enough, and took one bloody pay and smacked her on the backside of her head. The blow wasn’t hard, but the raking claws and the shock of getting smacked by a fox made her loosen her grip. The fox flung her once more from its back and into the mud. The impact dazed her for a moment, confused by the brightness of the lightening and the roaring wind. She could taste coagulated blood in her mouth, but how much damage she did was unknown to her.
On the ground though she saw something odd. Alderleaf was standing still again in the wind and rain. She couldn’t fathom how the tabby tom was just standing there while his clanmates needed him. She saw him go down. Lightsteps’ blood ran cold at the thought of another death and scrambled to her paws as she rushed to the fallen warrior. As she neared the brown she-cat could see he was still breathing, and had just fallen unconscious. Hadn’t this mousebrain scared her enough tonight? But, now there was a warrior unable to defend himself, and a hungry fox itching to kill them all in a bloodbath. Lightstep wasn’t about to let another one of her clanmates fall to the hungry beast, and she stood over Alderleaf’s limp body. While Lightstep was a bit larger than him the tom was heavier than her, and she would have a hard time dragging him through the mud away from the fight. Her only choice was to stand her ground, the fox would have to get through her first if it wanted an easy meal. It was then that Stormwhisker appeared on the scene joining the fray with claws outstretched. Lightstep had an inward sigh of relief that the fox might be busy with him and the others to worry about the two of them.
She looked down at the tom with a worried look and a grimace, not knowing how long he’d be out. “Come on ya mousebrain, now’s not the time for a nap...” She said in a voice barely audible above the wind, poking his face with a paw in hopes of waking him up. OOC ggaaahhh so much writing! But glad we're onto round two! Tried to interweave Lightstep throughout the post so it looks like she wasn't just standing around like a lazy butt-hole. I'm going to bed now kthanksbye! I'll make changes if any are needed.
WORD COUNT 735
ATTACK lightstep jumped onto the back of the fox and bit down on its ear while digging into its back
DAMAGE took some damage from the smack from the foxs' paw and fall from being bucked off essentially.
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mothpool
38
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41 moons
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Warrior
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Hetero
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She-Cat
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15 ATK
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17 DEF
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12 SPD
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16 END
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18 AGI
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16 INT
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Titleless
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Played by flicker
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WindClan
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Post by mothpool on Jul 8, 2014 17:22:54 GMT -4
I'VE LOOKED AT CLOUDS THAT WAY, BUT NOW THEY ONLY BLOCK THE SUN ❝ she couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe and no matter how violently she struggled beneath the fox, it wasn't enough. Her throat was burning with fire, choked with a lack of oxygen. But just as patches of black were creeping in the edges of her vision, she heard a warrior screech - Silverstrike? The crushing weight upon her was suddenly lifted off as the fox reared up on its hind legs, flinging its weight toward the silver warrior. Before it could crash on her down again, Mothpool rolled out of the way. She could breathe. Mothpool opened her jaws and gasped, swallowing in as much air as she could with each breath. She heard yowls above her, warriors spitting and snarls ripping from the fox. Not wanting to linger by the fox's snapping jaws any longer as she recovered her breath, the tabby she-cat quickly bolted out the whirlwind of yellow teeth and rancid fur. Her limbs were flimsy, having been bent in an awkward position; she staggered, but managed to stay on her paws as she stumbled out of the way. The scene before Mothpool was blurry; as it cleared, however, she was surprised to see all her clanmates before her, either engaged with the fox or standing shocked, like her. They must've heard the shrieks, like her. Poppycloud was crouched at the edge of the clearing, eyes wide and completely paralyzed - Nightcloud was nudging her gently, coaxing her to do something, but Mothpool couldn't hear amid all the screeches and battle cries. She saw a black cat standing protectively over Jaystar's body; Coalstripe. The deputy was in utter shock as he gazed down at his leader, seemingly oblivious to the battle roaring around him. It was with a jolt that Mothpool realized he was more than just deputy, now that Jaystar was...Mothpool refused to finish the sentence in her mind, instead tearing her eyes away from Coalstripe. The cats flinging themselves on the fox were just blurs of color, darting in and out like streaks of lightning to land their blows. Silverstrike , Stormwhisker and Lightstep were clawing at the fox, with little Cherrypaw clinging to the fox's legs with her tiny teeth. Despite the assault of warriors however, the fox was still on its legs, angry and full of fight. One of Mothpool's hind legs were still numb, but she ignored it as she summoned her strength again, taking a deep breath. She coiled into a crouch and leapt onto the fox, sinking her claws into its sides. Blood was flying everywhere and into her line of vision; both warrior and fox. The fox was bucking, but Mothpool clung on, refusing to let go. It spun in circles trying to shake off Mothpool and the other warriors, whipping her head back and forth until she was dizzy. However, she refused to let go, only sinking her claws in even deeper. Barely even able to hang on, she still saw Lightstep standing over Alderleaf, who was lying slumped over a puddle. Had the fox knocked Alderleaf unconscious? What was going on? Mothpool was thoroughly confused, but had no time to sort out the scene. Instead, she focused on clinging to the fox, determined not to let it attack the pair. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Silverstrike
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13 moons
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Warrior
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Hetero
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Tom
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16 ATK
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10 DEF
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10 SPD
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10 END
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10 AGI
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10 INT
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Titleless
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Played by Wendigo
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WindClan
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Post by Silverstrike on Jul 8, 2014 19:02:41 GMT -4
Silverstrike slowly got his vision back as he saw more warriors enter the attack. There were cats around Jaystar, or more like the body of Jaystar, as others wrestled with the fox. Silverstrike struggled as he got up from the mud, his left side of his body drenched in mud. Silverstrike growled as he saw the snapping fox. Judging by his appearance, he would say that the fox was old due to the missing fur on it. If it was so old, it wouldn't have attacked Jaystar unless it knew it had a chance. In fact, faced with so many cats, it would probably make a run for it about now. So why was it still fighting? Why was their attacks having no effects on it?
Silverstrike looked around as he saw Coalstripe, the deputy, was over Jaystar's body. Silverstrike grew furious, yes their leader was dead, but if they didn't take care of the threat soon not only was everyone here going to be dinner, but also the rest of the clan. Silverstrike vowed right then that he was going to finish this battle quickly to protect everyone else. But he had every faith that his clan mates would come to help him. He felt the pure rage vocalize as he roured with fury at the fox, and started to charge at the fox. This needed to be taken cared of, right now. He had a plan, and that would mean putting his life on the line. He wanted to though, because his clan came first before anything else.
He jumped on the fox's head, the fox yipping in surprised as Silverstrike went for the fox's left eye. He dug his teeth down on the soft and squishy item, the fox growing more desperate and snapping it jaws at Silverstrike, trying to grab something of his so he could stop dealing pain to him. He finally got Silverstrike's leg, but it was too late: The eye was taken out of the socket as he now had to fight the felines with one eye. Silverstrike roured in bloodlust as he slashed at the nerve connecting the eye to the fox, and the fox threw Silverstrike down afterwards. Silverstrike got away with the three legs working from the fox, who was enraged at the missing eye, and charged right for Silverstrike. He knew this would land him in hot water, but now he was going to be a meal if someone didn't help him soon. He couldn't feel his leg, feeling the blood gushing out of it. He needed it fix, and luck was on his side as he spotted the medicine cat. He quickly cried out, "Poppycloud!"
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Soft as the clouds
Poppycloud
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28 moons
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Med. Cat
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Asexual
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She-Cat
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20 ATK
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24 DEF
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20 SPD
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20 END
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25 AGI
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27 INT
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WindClan
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Post by Poppycloud on Jul 11, 2014 12:01:08 GMT -4
[/b] The she-cat let out a loud hiss and turned toward Cherrypaw. "I need cobwebs! Or horsetail! They're in my den!" She yowled and hoped Cherrypaw knew at least what cobwebs were. She turned back toward Silverstrike and snagged some goldenrod close to her. When the fox made for her again, she turned around and began to kick up as much mud as she could to keep it off. She leaned down and began to lick furiously at his wound while applying the pressure with the leaf. "You'll be alright. I will not loose another cat today." She mewed in a hush tone.[/font][/ul] |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 2:00:58 GMT -4
Her tiny claws and teeth bore into the fox's leg. Try as she might, the young apprentice didn't stand a chance once the beast enraged. Turning it's evil face toward her and Stormwhisker, she shivered as those eyes shone with such a hatred that she nearly let go out of fright. Pulling it's attention back to the other cats who assaulted it from the front and sides, it gave a nasty kick, sending her slamming into the grass. For the second time that day, the breath was driven from her lungs. Gasping for air with her teeth still clenched in the firm skin, the tang of blood against her tongue, she felt dizzy when she was spun around by the fox. She had no idea what he was doing, or which of her clanmates he was going after, as her vision began to go white at the edges.
She slammed her eyes shut, focusing with all she had not to pass out on the battlefield. Just when she felt she had her bearings, the beast turned so sharply that her teeth slipped and she was wretched free. Tumbling to the ground, she frantically crawled away as the fox's paw came down. She wasn't fast enough; it crushed her tail with a sickening snap. The creepy part was that the pain didn't flair until after the fox picked up his foot and left her laying there in the dirt.
A shrill yowl echoed in her ears and it took a second before she realized it was her's. Blinking through the dirt and pulled-up grass, she found her paws and lifted her tired and aching body from the ground. She stumbled, nearly face-planting back into the dust. Cherrypaw flinched when her tail touched the earth and while she turned her body to see the damage, she heard Silverstrike's call. Confused, she turned her wide eyes to the silver tabby, not understanding what was wrong until she saw the fox barreling at him. Blood soaked it's face, and seeing that gave her the energy to keep fighting. It could bleed; it could die.
Her tail almost forgotten, as each time she moved the dangling tip sent waves of pain up her spine, she charged forward to intercept the mongrel. The medicine cat must have reacted faster, as the pretty tortoiseshell practically stood over the warrior and boldly took a slash at the fox's nose. With a screech, the apprentice threw herself at the beast's neck. 'Go for the neck; go for the kill! Go for the neck; go for the kill!' She chanted in her head while her small jaws worked hard to find a place to bite down into. The thick fur around the beast's shoulders and throat proved too much for her to get past, and she started to lose her grip. Pain shot from her front paw as the claws slipped. Had she not reacted faster, the fox would have grabbed her paw when it snapped dangerously close to where she clung, but she pulled it away just in time.
Among the growling, snarling, hissing, and spitting of the battle, she heard an ordered issued by Poppycloud. Peeking around the red fur, she saw the she-cat looking her way. 'Right, and I'll get you a nice piece of fresh-kill while I'm at it,' she seethed, the pain and fear making her hate every creature out in the rain at that moment; fox or cat. And yet, after a minute or so from being ordered around by the medicine cat, she lost her grip and fell backwards. Clenching her jaws around the hiss in her throat when she slammed both her paw and tail against the earth, she scrambled away from the fox's angry jaws. Limping, she didn't think twice as she took off for the camp as fast as her injuries would take her.
The worry that the fox would follow was second in her mind when she entered the camp and went straight for the medicine den. Ducking under the brambles, she eyed the herbs Poppycloud had stored there. "How in StarClan am I supposed to know.." Cobwebs, she'd said cobwebs; the apprentice tucked out her injured paw and wrapped the sticky mess around her toes and leg, taking as much as she could carry. She'd mentioned a second herb, but Cherrypaw couldn't remember what it was for the life of her. Hesitating, she just grabbed the nearest herb to her and backed out of the den. In her jaws, she carried marigold, unknown to her what the pretty yellow flowers were.
She limped back out into the rain, thunder clashing all around her. It felt like the world was ending as she hurried down the hills and back to where hell was unleashed. It took her a moment to pick out Poppycloud, her pelt matching well with the soggy ground and fog caused by the sudden rainstorm, but when she did she rushed to her side. Laying the flowers down, she held her paw out for the medicine cat to collect the cobwebs.
--- | 845 | She has broken the tip of her tail (about half an inch down from the tip) and either wrenched/sprained or broken a toe on her left front paw. I'll leave it up to Poppycloud to decide. |
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