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Post by mercedesbenz on Jul 27, 2014 18:37:29 GMT -8
the moon had long since risen over the canopy of trees and a hymn of nocturnal creatures serenaded the forest in an obliging thanks. the humidity was a harsh mistress, forcing most into their dens far earlier than usual. it hung thick in the air like a suffocating blanket, smothering the senses and dulling all sensation. it seemed to sap the life from them all, leeching on their lives like a parasitic thing. try as it may, though, it couldn't choke off the energy of camp life. the patrol now moving about beneath her was solid proof of this. she watched them like a phantom, bored eyes trailing their every movement. she missed nothing.
placidpaw was still the same. she thought of him as skilled, albeit snotty, over-confident and almost humorously superficial. she noticed the way he looked at them all, eyes cold and calculating. he assessed them, his clanmates, like enemies on the battle field. it was almost pitiful. maybe he had something to compensate for. and fallenflight. crowstep almost respected the she-cat, but she didn't turn a blind eye to her odd and aimless disappearances. the massive, near-white she-cat had never been one to judge, though, or make assumptions for that matter. perhaps fallenflight was doing exactly as she was doing right now: escaping. regardless, fallenflight was something like a friend to her, if she truly even had any of those. her ears flicked in a noncommittal, shrug-like action. moving right along. littleleap... this one she knew not much about. perhaps it was because he was so young. she knew the apprentices had gossiped about him something fierce around the time of his naming ceremony, but what for she knew not.
it struck her that there were only the three of them. how queer. cedarstar must really be feeling the heat to send only two warriors and a cocky apprentice out by themselves. it was no secret shadowclan was out of sorts, desperate and borderline blood-thristy. a sad reaction to their unfortunate predicament. it could not be helped, though. their isolation was for the better for everything that inhabited their lands. and windclan would certainly be out and about - the only factor was time and how hungry they would allow themselves to get. crowstep had seen fire - experienced the sharp, burning sensation. smelled the aroma of putrefying and burnt flesh and fur. it wouldn't be long at all before desperation took them in a choke-hold, she mused. ah, but back to her original observation. how abouts to join their little party, indeed. she'd scare them furless if she simply appeared from the shadows and she was in no mood to explain why she was about in the forest on her lonesome. not that she made of a secret of her intimate excursions. most times she simply strolled from camp without word or backward glance, and no one bothered to stop her anymore. most knew she'd be back before sunrise. crowstep just wasn't sure that fallenflight was privy to her habits and littleleap and placidpaw both were too young to know any better.
rather than making a production of it all, she chose the most straightforward approach. she simply allowed herself to fall, not having been sitting that high in the first place, to land just behind them. true to her feline nature, all four paws touched down safely. quickly she assessed whether she had hurt herself, and having ascertained that she was indeed still in proper condition to continue on, she simply waited for them to ask for silly explanations or demand in petulance what exactly was she thinking, didn't she know it was dangerous out here alone? but she was almost 55 moons old, and even in physical stature stood just shy of placidpaw. she was well old enough to know what "action and consequence" meant. "fallenflight."
all the while, the bored, dull expression never left her face.
Post by mercedesbenz on Jul 27, 2014 17:53:32 GMT -8
caught in his own mind, a swirling mess of thoughts tried all at once to creep to consciousness. he worried deeply for his leader, and knew she was upset at ivoryleaf's continued nonappearance. while he tried to not let this thought probe him deeply, it would not yield to his blocks. it pressed and prodded at his mind, incessant and ever-present. alongside ivoryleaf being missing, poisonedthorn was very much still here... at least, for now. as the days waned her condition continued to decline, and he grappled with an unfamiliar feeling of helplessness. his leader was on his own and shortly he would be as well. in an odd sense he sympathized their leader's pain.
pain. without noticing, lost in his own thoughts, stoneheart had crept along to rest beside him. only the lightest brushing of fur reminded the large, grey tom he certainly was not alone, at least not in the physical sense of the word. he turned his odd blue gaze down onto the tom, mischief glimmering within their veiled depths. the tom had a habit of being skittish, much akin to the rabbit they so often hunted. he supposed he shouldn't have been surprised to find the nervous tom huddled close to him, but he still felt a prickle of shock. it simply wasn't in his known nature to do such things. after winter's light-hearted comment, he heard the grey tom retort in a tone that almost sounded like resentment. surprised by the outburst, winterhold found his eyebrows shooting up in a look of quaint surprise. the comment hardly stung, and certainly wasn't surprising. perhaps it was a look meant to comfort the tom? it was an odd display regardless, but quickly after the original remark he apologized meekly. it appeared he was embarrassed.
he chuckled lightly, unruffled by the tom's hot-and-cold disposition. without a second thought, winterhold ran his bushy tail down stoneheart's spine, silently imploring the tom to not flinch away from his small display of comfort. it was a hard time for them all. "... medicine cat of windclan shall be winterhold." he jerked his head sharply, eyes suddenly locked on sparrowstar. he was quite sure his jaws hung open and his eyes must be round with disbelief. surely this wasn't happening. this couldn't be what sparrowstar had called them here for... but of course it had to be. she wasn't the type to fool around and be whimsical in times like this. there were simply no words that he could possibly use to even begin to explain what he was feeling. even he wasn't sure how he was feeling. he was dimply aware he should be overwhelmingly proud, and should also probably step forward to greet their leader. yet he found his paws rooted solidly into the ground, as though roots had found their way to him and bound his paws to the spot.
Post by mercedesbenz on Jul 27, 2014 17:31:10 GMT -8
for the a brief, flickering moment an odd and indescribable pain lashed out in his chest. it was impossible to describe, a sensation in particular that driftwood himself was quite unacquainted with. it felt like an adder had wound it's into his chest and around his heart, squeezing and nipping him until he felt that surely his pelt would crawl. a queer sensation it was, indeed. most cats would recognize it was remorse, guilt, and heartache. they would even know why such a terrible thing was happening to him: had he hurt her feelings? was he responsible for her pain?
but it fled quickly. he was much more focused on the prickly irritation that followed shortly. not a rational irritation, something he was well met with such as her inability to complete such a simple task as leading the patrol. no, certainly not. he was irritated because of his groundlessness. irritated because he knew not what this feeling was, and completely unconcerned with why. it drove bees into his brain. that was twice in such a short time frame the same damned thing had happened to him. he always knew what he was talking about, what he was feeling, and simply knew everything in general. blithely unaware to the fact he was developing actual feelings for another being that was not himself, he was suddenly and deeply focused on why he suddenly lacked the appropriate knowledge he had never before been without.
and then carpmask, that idiot. his incessant ramblings broke his brief train-wreck of thought, and while it irked him he was silently thankful. he'd had mulled that puzzle over for moons had someone or something not rudely yanked him back down into reality. he had come to sit beside carpmask earlier, but rather than looking at his two accomplices now, his head was bowed, eyes narrowed and sharp as ice with focus and brow furrowed with a slight hint of anger. quickly he righted himself, shamed that his lapse would've been noticed. quickly he re-ran through the conversation he had spaced out through - another completely un-driftwood trait - to remember what carpmask had said. something about shadowclan and windclan and patrolling and prey pile. oh well. insufficient facts, but it would have to make due.
"leave her alone, carpmask. you know she's never done this before." wait. he hadn't wanted to say that. what in the blazes was the matter with him!? had he been able to, he'd have spontaneously combusted right there on the spot. he coughed, a rough, almost chocking sound. he wanted to bolt, but then he'd only serve to make a bigger fool of himself. rather, he smoothed his surely ruffled fur with a quick shake before emitting a slightly more elegant cough. "shadowclan continues to become more desperate the longer we keep them closed off, and windclan must've moved further back to avoid the fire. we'd have seen them by now otherwise. so i say we check shadowclan first." he finished with a tone of finality, a coy little ploy that allowed them to think they actually had a say in what was going to happen next. as for his unexplained and completely uncomfortable outburst... he chose to pretend that it simply hadn't happened.
morningpaw could hardly say the humid heat of riverclan was one of her favorite parts of the territory, but she doubted it would be much better anywhere else. shade was easily found among the grasses and marsh plants and whenever a cat got too hot a little dip in the river easily fixed that. the classic riverclan pelts kept the cats that sported it warm in the water, but also pretty warm outside the water as well. it was moments like this where she wondered if the windy moors were any better or if the other half of her family was baking in the heat as well. what with the fire she doubted that was the greatest of their worries. perhaps, since walking took twice as much effort for her as it did others, she just heated up twice as fast and felt twice as stuffy. perhaps exercise just felt hot to everyone.
since becoming an apprentice morning had been working to become used to the terrain and traipsing across it in her signature half-hobble-half-hop gait. walking across camp was hardly the same as walking across sticky, rocky, wet marshland, something her muddy paws could attest to. her mother had tried to join her, but morningpaw desired at least some independence, so as long as she had promised not to go anywhere far too dangerous soundwave had relented. so here she was walking along the soft riverbank, small pawprints showing her path, some washed away by small clear waves. she was fully tempted to take a dip in the cold waters that occasionally swept around her paws. something else she needed to practice: swimming, or at least walking in shallow water. the current of the river easily threw her off balance and made it difficult to get back up. even whiplash had told her not to do that without a warrior nearby, so she'd agreed if a bit reluctantly. she didn't like to be babied, but all parents did it. her mother said her father was worse so sometimes she wondered just what her brother and sister were going through having to deal with him.
as entranced with the water as she was, morningpaw didn't notice the company she was approaching until she was closer and happened to look up, noticing the furry form stretched along the shore, recognizing the familiar face. "fastpaw. you look comfy." she greeted, giving a sweet smile as she got closer to the other shecat. morningpaw always tried to be friendly with her peers even if she got less in return. there was as much prejudice in the younger generation as there was in the older, but with the apprentices it was more open and blunt. she found it easier to deal with when it was all out in the open, honestly.
 chill>Frozen< ooc: i didn't realize fast and thistle were sibs. awk.
morningpaw wasn't one to agonize over appearances, but even her mother said she should make a good impression. it was logical, starting off relations with her mentor smoothly with negative judgements. many cats had such about her in this point in time, and she could only assume whiplash did not considering he requested to train her which was an interesting development considering she was often avoided like the plague. it was strange to have a cat actually want to be around her without having blood relations (or something close). carpmask might not have actually been her mother's brother but he was close enough and treated her like family, which was satisfactory for morningpaw to do the same with him. whiplash was a stranger, though, so to actually request to spend copious amounts of time with her was...interesting, to say the least. but then again all she had to go on was assumptions.
lost in thought as she was, morningpaw failed to hear whiplash's approach. not one to be easily startled, however, the sudden voice may have surprised her but she was as calm and composed as ever, if not a tad nervous. she got to her paws and turned around to gave her mentor as gracefully as a cat could on three legs, being careful not to lose her balance on the slightly precarious rock she'd chosen to be her perch for risk of falling right in the water. her mother had run her through this. head up, ears up, stay attentive. have a strong, steady voice. "g-good morning." so much for a strong, steady voice. "i'm doing very well, how are you?" except for a slight quiver to her voice she managed to force out the stutter at least. morningpaw was always polite. since cats would always find ways to judge her she figured she would cut down that number and work on what she could control, at least, since the big issues were ones out of her reach.
her eyes flitted over her mentor, noting each facial expression and piece of body language. he did not smile but showed no sign of discontent or negative emotion. morningpaw had quickly become accustomed to the unfriendly and even malicious looks of other cats directed at her, her siblings, her parents, and anyone the aforementioned group may associate with. it was a look easily recognized, so morningpaw was relieved not to see it here with whiplash. if the cause of his current mood was not her then maybe something else, he seemed focused and not distracted by other thoughts or issues so morningpaw found it safe to assume that perhaps his expression was caused not by a negative mood, but by a normal one. if her memory served true he wore a similar face at the ceremony and every time before she'd seen him if she could recall it. yes, this assumption felt relatively safe and would likely solidify as she continued to converse with her new mentor.
fall stiffened a bit at the name of his mentor. former mentor. oak was his mentor. his friend. best friend. guide. sister. companion. his everything. and something else that he'd realized a few moments ago. his love. but alas that warmness was erased by the familiar ghostly sting of his old wounds whenever the name swiftfang was mentioned. he could swear he almost felt the blood trickling down his back and in his eyes again. he blinked rapidly before he could get caught up in memories. unfortunately, in some training sessions, swfitfang had been so harsh that fall had lost his memory. pain or remorse often brought back flashes of these memories and they'd been more blood filled than his nightmares (which were plenty bloody mind you). fall turned his patient hazel green eyes on galileo's stunning figure.
The distant scent of ShadowClan had already begun to drift over his senses as Littleleap padded along behind Faintlight. The border where forest green fell away sharply to acrid, ominous black-top wasn't even in sight yet, but the stench of the marsh-dwellers still stung his nose. Was it possible that the smell of disease was that overpowering? What if that sent was actually the mysterious virus, drifting into ThunderClan territory on the wind? Littleleap shrugged the idea away. There wasn't any sense in getting worked up over such things. He couldn't even pretend to be a medicine cat or a wise leader who might know even the slightest bit about a deadly disease like the one crippling their ShadowClan neighbors. Instead, he focused himself on his patrol mates.
Just a couple tail-lengths in front of him, the ever lovely (though not so friendly) Faintlight strode through the thick foliage with confidence and ease befitting a warrior of her experience. If there was any chance that Littleleap would ever dream of uttering a refusal to a border patrol, it would have died in his throat upon the realization that Faintlight was giving the order. She seemed a nice enough cat--with good intentions and heart--but there was no denying that her cold demeanor and determination cast her in quite an intimidating light. She was the kind of cat that other warriors respected greatly and apprentices were borderline terrified of, and as he tread obediently after the dark brown and black-striped she-cat, Littleleap realized he was currently somewhere in between. Still, he couldn't help bu admire her.
The orange-colored tom following behind was a completely different story, however. Littleleap didn't know much about Placidpaw, admittedly. The young apprentice had still been a fresh face in the den by the time Littleleap graduated from their ranks, though he definitely recalled the tom's energetic and often peculiar sister. Placidpaw was far from that. Glancing back nervously, Littleleap caught a strange look from the apprentice. A gaze that felt almost like a dissection. The young warrior felt another nervous shiver tickling at his spine, but thankfully the relieving mews of conversation finally broke the awkward silence.
"the earlier patrols should have done that with the recent rain, but check around to make sure they stuck. ... don't go across the thunderpath."
Faintlight's instructions caused Littleleap to breath a soft sigh of relief. He wasn't a coward, but patrols across the Thunderpath very easily became events of nightmare; and regardless of the outcome of a trek out onto the black-top, the process of patrolling ShadowClan's quarantined zones was a venture that could make even the bravest warrior's skin crawl. Following the patrol leader's example, Littleleap brushed his pelt along the strands of nearby foliage to shore up the border, mouth open slightly as he checked for breaks in the scent markers. After a few seconds of quiet work, the short-haired tom gazed anxiously across the Thunderpath at the darkness of (quarantined) ShadowClan territory. "I'm sure they wouldn't try anything anyway..." He mewed softly, partially in response to Faintlight's orders moments earlier. "Not after the beating we gave them when they tried that raid..." He glanced between his clan mates, smiling nervously. "... Right?"
As his lanky body lay haphazardly slung over his perch, Littleleap couldn't help but wish that he were anywhere in the world but where he was at that particular moment. The young tom had always hated the heat. Even though his fur was on the thinner side compared to many cats, the feeling of warm, murky air had always rubbed him the wrong way. It was a misery. For what wasn't the first time in his short life, he wondered what it might feel like to be walking in the pawsteps of the other clans. The wide open moors of WindClan must have felt better than this. It seemed likely that the unrelenting gusts of wind that always felt terrible to a forest-dwelling cat like himself would offer a rare respite from the stagnant humidity that surrounded him now. There was the charred remains of the fire that had ravaged the moorlands, however; likely a misery of its own... No, WindClan wouldn't do at all. ShadowClan was a disease-ridden, StarClan-forsaken cesspool at the moment. Thoughts of that horrible place were far from considered. RiverClan seemed a perfect candidate. The rival neighbors were more than comfortable with the deep water currents that separated Littleleap's clan from their own, and the ginger-spotted warrior found himself yearning for the chance to submerge himself in the river's chilling embrace-
"Find a cooler spot up there?"
The sudden intrusion of a voice not of his own origin startled poor Littleleap out of his mental wanderings. The little tom lurched violently upward, his body raising into a tense crouch. Bark and shards of wood scattered into the air as he dug sharp claws in to save himself from tumbling to the forest floor, and when all the mayhem had finally settled Littleleap remained frozen with wide-stretched amber eyes peering down at his formerly-unnoticed company. It took several long seconds before the startled cat could even speak.
"R-R-Ruddypaw?" He finally managed to stammer. Recognition of the orange-furred apprentice several lengths beneath him did little to mend the look of raw terror on the warrior's face. Yet still he slowly began to loosen his death-grip on the branch acting as his perch (had the tree been able to, it likely would have breathed a sigh of relief). Littleleap's golden-amber gaze of bewilderment never left Ruddypaw as his thin fur finally smoothed over again and he choked out a response to her inquiry. "O-Oh, uhm... Yeah!"What?"It's... It feels a lot better up here!"It doesn't feel better at all! In fact, it might honestly feel worse."That's... That's why I came up... here...?"What a load of mousedung! You're here to wallow in anxiety and self-pity. What if she wants to come up here now?! What are you gonna do then, genius? Shoot the breeze and talk about what a lovely day it is? How will you explain why it isn't less miserable up here? Littleleap, of course, had no idea how long these internal debates were causing him to stare awkwardly down at the young she-cat he was worrying over interacting with in the first place. He just stood there, half-crouched in a quite silly position and staring wide-eyed and blank-faced down at the likely utterly confused apprentice.
It really was one of those days...
ooc: Poor baby xP And poor Ruddypaw having to deal with this nonsense! But oh my goodness I've had so much muse since I started here! It's exciting! <3 tag:M A J I C
The she-cat huffed in irritation as she stomped out through the camp's entrance, her ears flat against her head. She hated how absolutely irritating some of the new warriors could actually be; it was almost as if they thought that, as soon as they were given a warrior name, they were worlds above the apprentices who were only a moon or two younger. This time, as she had been heading out of camp to do some hunting on her own, one of them had actually had the nerve to stop her and insist that she not go out by herself. She'd tried to politely decline the offer of help, but the stupid tom had tried to pull rank on her and make it a "warrior-apprentice" order. Of course, she had no intention of taking that and had turned her back on the warrior before storming out of the camp. Then again, Ruddypaw knew there were warriors who didn't behave in this way, but they were few and far between, but they were certainly worth finding.
As the orange she-cat padded between the trees, the green-leaf grass soft under her paws, it suddenly hit her just how miserable the weather was. It hadn't rained in a while, that she could remember, and yet the air was muggy and seemed to weigh down her overly-thick pelt. Rolling her eyes to herself, she imagined that the Riverclan cats were quite at home in this environment, and they were probably trying to figure out a way to swim through the air instead of the river. What a sight that would be, though none of the Thunderclan cats were particularly fond of their counterparts across the river at that time. After a Thunderclan warrior and apprentice had gone missing, all clues pointed to Riverclan, but there was little they could do short of outright accusing the other clan.
Shaking the thoughts from her mind, the ruddy orange apprentice tried to focus more on the reason she had come out of the camp in the first place, besides getting away from the overly-bossy young warriors. She thought she smelled a vole not far from where she was, and she imagined it would be an easy kill in this heat, assuming she didn't keel over from exhaustion first. But just as she spotted it and dropped into the hunter's crouch, another scent filled her nostrils, one that was more familiar even than the prey only a couple fox-lengths in front of her. Glancing upward, she spotted the pelt of a cat in the tree, white and ginger fur draped lazily over one of the branches.
Taking a step backward, Ruddypaw got a better look at which of her clanmates was lounging on the tree branch, probably shirking duties that needed to be tended to. But then she recognized the face of Littleleap: not one of the obnoxious young warriors that always tried to order her around, but more of a background player in her opinion, much like herself. She had no qualms with him, even if he was on the small side, and the story of how he had gotten his warrior name preceded him. She certainly couldn't belittle someone who had jumped on a hunting bird probably twice his own size and managed to kill it.
"Find a cooler spot up there?" she called to him casually, wondering if she would be able to carry a conversation with the tom. She may not have had the eloquence her brother possessed, but she wasn't completely socially lacking.
[ ooc ] my computer is running so slow right now, what is even happening T-T TAGGED; Lemonite
even with the shadowclan quarantine, thunderclan duties had to continue as usual, with faintlight included. life was rather normal, but with devastation befalling one clan after another she couldn't help but wonder if thunderclan would be next. if not sickness or fire then what else? word from windclan was scarce, but they hadn't showed up at the borders requesting aid so faintlight assumed they were making do and getting by for the most part. pieces of the moor were probably still green and they had access to a piece of shadowclan territory and the fields beyond. if they needed help winter would probably be the time. at least riverclan hadn't suffered any disasters lately, that was one reassurance at least.
faintlight wasn't thrilled to be leading the evening patrol, though she'd take it on anyway without complaint. it was her duty as an experienced warrior even if she'd rather be relaxing back at camp. especially in this heat and humidity with her thick coat. so she wasn't in a brilliant mood, but faint was never in a glorious mood anyway. she didn't take much on patrols or socialize. she preferred to just pay attention and get it over with. there had been few new occurrences along the shadowclan border since the attempted invasion. the clan seemed to have learned its lesson and were behaving with only one or two cats venturing closer to the border in search of better hunting opportunities. they'd cracked down on the border right after the invasion really enforcing the quarantine, but the fact that faint's patrol wasn't stocked with strong, experienced warriors told her that they were only meant to check up on things and make sure another uprising wasn't be planned. she doubted shadowclan had the power to try anything else in the condition they were in. hopefully the sickness would work its way out before winter and the clan could try and strengthen themselves and have a fighting chance against the cold.
her jaws slightly open and taking in the scents as she stepped gingerly among the grasses and leaves, moisture in the air weighing down her pelt, faint's ears pricked as placidpaw's voice reached them. she turned towards the young apprentice considering for a moment. "the earlier patrols should have done that with the recent rain, but check around to make sure they stuck." she said, forcing down a yawn. "don't go across the thunderpath." she said as an afterthought, more to placidpaw than littleleap, but to still made sure both heard it. she didn't trust either of the young cats to save their pelts in the face of a monster, and she didn't feel like dragging them back across the border because they decided to chase a squirrel. she checked around a tree, noting the recent thunderclan scent but rubbing against the rough bark to strengthen the marker anyway. at least they could go back to camp and say they did something in this godawful weather.
Nothing moved. It felt as though everything in existence, all different variations of living and otherwise, was so heavily weighed down by the moist air that even the slightest twitch would be too much effort. The crippling humidity wasn't about to give any leeway for daytime activities, meaning most sensible souls would be keeping their outings to a necessary minimum. It was very obviously not a sensible soul half-stalking, half-sluggishly-stumbling through the tall pines on this particular day. Pine needles crunched under his soft paw-pads as Hawkpaw weaved his way among the trees. His golden-brown and black-striped pelt made for an excellent blend with the dull colors that permeated from the landscape around him. This, however, had no effect on his noisy "stalking".
In his own mind, Hawkpaw was slinking along like an expert hunter. His mentor's criticisms about "form" and "technique" had never held much weight. How can you improve upon perfection anyway? He chuckled to himself at the thought (really? as if your paws weren't making enough noise?). The prey out here would never know what hit them! They'd practically beg to be caught! At least, that's what he tried to tell himself as the scent markers that made up the quarantine line passed by. Hawkpaw's arrogance told him that all this sickness and talk of viruses was just a joke to him. None of it could touch him. The others were just weak! The way his once handsome pelt now clung to his frame and the dreaded itch that always lingered at the back of his throat sang a different tune, however. As much as he refused to admit it, no one in ShadowClan could escape the touch of this horrible disease that had infected their ranks, their homes. Everyone was weak and hungry; from the tiniest kit to the most seasoned warrior. The quarantine instated by the other clans was merely an insult at this point. His once proud clan couldn't have managed to patrol their borders if they still had them. Let alone defend them! This insult was especially distasteful to a prideful cat such as Hawkpaw. That's what had brought him out here past the quarantine. He'd provide for his clan and, in the process, stamp all over the disrespectful "rules" set in place by the other clans. Two birds, one stone. Still, the young apprentice made sure to keep the safe side of the border in sight. Just in case.
Even the king of self-confidence was getting a bit worried at this point, though. He hadn't seen head nor tail of anything living at any point in his trek out here. Everything seemed to be hiding from the heat... Just as Hawkpaw was starting to get that nagging thought of turning back to find a cool place of his own to huddle down in, a soft scratching noise sounded off like a lightning strike in the thick, muggy silence. Instantly, the young tom's piercing emerald gaze whipped around in the direction the noise had come from, ears up and muscles tensed. The culprit, a moderately sized mouse, had just begun to cautiously venture out of the root cluster it likely called home and onto the carpet of pine needles. How it hadn't heard Hawkpaw's traipsing about was a question only StarClan had a hope of answering, but he wasn't thinking of that. Only focusing on the tiny creature a couple fox-lengths away, the ShadowClan apprentice bunched the muscles in his hind legs up tight, ready to pounce. With all the force his weakened body could muster, he pushed off the ground... and the needles beneath him crackled loudly. The blunder sent Hawkpaw stumbling forward awkwardly as he startled himself out of the pounce. When he looked toward the tree the mouse had been under a moment before, there were only motionless roots where the creature once was. Glaring back at the broken pine needles behind him, Hawkpaw let a frustrated hiss crack his lips. "Foxdung!" Not as perfect as he might think...
ooc: No need to rush! We can get this rolling whenever you're ready! tag:ashes
"Um...excuse me. I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds, but I need to be on my way if you no longer need me."
This time Oak did not allow her pelt to rise when the strange tomcat spoke, even though his words irritated her. She heard Fall chuckle, "Sorry to disappoint you, but me and Oak aren't lovebirds. Just partners in crime." The Somali blinked harshly. 'Just' was not a word that had any use in relation to their connection. They were not 'just' anything. They were partners, comrades, best friends. They were everything to each other and so much more. To her, 'just' was almost an insult.
"But if you're in a hurry, can you tell me one thing before you leave? Is there any -er news about the clans? New deaths or new warriors or new kits? However, if you'd rather not answer those questions but stay, please do stay."
Oak rolled her eyes. At this point they might as well give up the ghost, they had sold themselves up the river so far they had no reason to waste time being vauge and risking not getting any information. It was clear this tom had no intention of going to the clans any time soon. "He wants to know if you have any information concerning cats previously known as Stonepool, Leafbreeze, Morningpaw, or Ashpaw." For a second she thought before adding quickly, "Or Swiftfang."
The name left the most acrid taste in her mouth, but she was willing to risk her tastebuds for a chance to hear that Swiftfang, the bastard that had almost ruined her partner, was dead.
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There is a warrior cats game for all the fans who would want to play it, you play as firepaw/heart/star through the first game, with actions and all the happenings in the first series, recruit any Thunderclan cat and a large portion of the other clan cats. The more you train, the better moves and abilities you unlock, fight cats along the way, You can also hunt different pray or sell your catch to apprentices for acorns (the games "money")
You can also play through the second series as brambleclaw and squirrelpaw/flight, find the clans new territory , journey and examine the mountain cats , (which you may also stay with) and of course, improved hunting.
Our forum is warriorscatsgame.proboards.com/ , we have many many walkthroughs to assist you in your hours of gameplay, or I can answer any you may have at first, how to beat your first boss that comes up very early, or the passwords
Make an account and see what you think make your own guide and help us out! We are very friendly , thank you for reading !!