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Post by Fawn on May 19, 2013 23:09:38 GMT -5
The fire sprung up at sunhigh, the afternoon heat having scorched the already dried out grasses until one by one, the blades began to smoke and curl, the first few licks of fire fanned and nurtured by the hot westward breeze blowing across TreeClan's distinctive territory. It wasn't long before the dried out forest was properly caught in it's infernal path of destruction.
It shouldn't have been something she recognized, considering her youth and inexperience. Had it not been for the influx of memories she had been steadily receiving since the age of 2 moons, TreeClan would've perhaps been in greater trouble than they already were.
"Fire! Lionstar wake up! There's a fire headed for camp!"
The golden tom was roused to the sound of frantic calls and sharp nudges from his younger sister, amber eyes opening wide and adjusting to light, nearly sunhigh - a time when most Clanmates who weren't patrolling often chose to nap. Almost not processing what was said, it struck like a hammer blow, and Lionstar was properly awake in an instant. "Go find Stormchaser and Daringheart, tell them to begin evacuating the elders' den, kits and queens." He mewed, the apprentice taking off in a streak of silver fur, Lionstar springing upon the Ancient Stump, releasing a yowl meant to carry over the heads and voices of the discombobulated Clan.
"TreeClan, listen carefully! Kits, Queens and Elders are to leave camp first! Head for the shallow marsh, and from there, go to StarClan's Claws. Everyone stay together!"
Lionstar fully intended to check the fire's progress as well as to pick up any straggling Clanmates to ensure that they all made it safely across the Sparkling Brook - it was more of a stream now, a trickle over a dusty rut in the earth - adrenaline already coursing through his body at the herculean task ahead of him. For all his inexperience, Lionstar felt a strange, detached sort of calm, even if his blood was rushing in his veins and his pupils were dilated. It was not as if he had ever encountered something like this before as TreeClan's leader or deputy, but there was something reassuring about his role, that he could put faith in himself to ensure that his Clan survived this. Survived anything.
He had nine lives to give in the service of his Clan, and as terrifying as death-by-fire seemed, if that was what was required of him - then Lionstar could hardly back out, now could he?
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Onyxpaw could hear the voices of Stormchaser and Daringheart above the panicky din of her fellow Clanmates, the two trying to make sense of all the dissonance. Even if the apprentices had received orders to help the queens and elders cross the sparkling brook, Onyxpaw had made only a half-hearted attempt at aiding a small motherless kit across the unpleasant dip in Clan territory, the muddy, shallow water that had once been a beautiful brook now clung to all four paws. Once safely on the other side and in the jaws of another warrior, that was seemingly the limit of her caring and compassion, self preservation taking over.
The shadowy-marked feline paused to look up at the skyline, seeing a hazy, smokey blackness heading straight for their camp and the one place she'd called home. Onyxpaw couldn't help it, and shivered involuntarily, fur standing on end.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2013 0:09:40 GMT -5
Thunderclaw awoke to the yowl of his leader and the screeches of his clanmates. He lay groggily for a moment, confused, before realizing that it wasn't a dream and leaping to his paws clumsily, a bit unsteady. He'd been on a late border patrol the last night. The warriors den was coming alive, some cats already outside. Now wide awake, he emerged into the clearing and tried to make sense of what was happening. A strange scent reached his nose, and the fur along his spine rose eerily. Fire. He searched the sky, and was sickened to see whitish gray smoke billowing into the sky. The fire was unmistakable, and his belly clenched with worry. StarClan, protect these cats.
The elders, queens, and kits were beginning to evacuate, and he watched for anyone that might need help, his tail twitching with the nerves. His clanmates seemed to be fairing well on there own, so the long-haired tom loped to Lionstar for direction, his gray tabby coat ruffled with the soft breeze. He prayed to StarClan that the wind would blow no harder.
Character; Thunderclaw Word count; 182 Notes; n/a
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Post by Hellion on May 20, 2013 0:30:24 GMT -5
Stormchaser
Frantic words were heard from Silverpaw, his best friend's younger sister, while he was clearly still half asleep but at the mention of fire he sprang up, shaking himself harshly and bolting out of the warrior's den. The camp was a mess of moving cats as everyone was helping everyone move out, Stormchaser caught the glimpse of Lionsong as she started to wake the cats in the apprentice den, Stormchaser looked toward the elder's den, two elderly cats waited appearing to know the news.
In three large strides he was there his heart racing and but his words steady. "Dustblossom, take my tail tip just don't bite just hold on, Foxfeather take Dustblossom's tail. We will go slow but no worries we can make it out of here in problem." Stormchaser words were seemly understood as Dustbloosom took his tail her in jaw and slowly he started to lead them out, he focused on the task at hand and ignored almost everyone else around him, but gave a few strong leadership words to passing cats.
"Lionsong, make sure all the apprentices are helping see if you can get them to carry herbs for Eldperbaw." He said to her as she past by and didn't have a chance to see if she understood.
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Lionsong having already pushed the apprentices out of their nests had directed a few to seek out Elderpaw as she started to file them out. If she got everyone into the center of camp then slowly funnel out no one would lost, but a fear burned in her, where was her Sandstrike? Heart beating faster then it already was going, she started to frantically seek him out, pushing past cats to find him. "Sanestrike!" She called out to the tom.
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Post by Insidious on May 20, 2013 11:39:29 GMT -5
G R A Y O W L & C R I M S O N P A W The heat was beating into the depths of the apprentice's den more thoroughly each moment Crimsonpaw allowed himself to spare. Exhausted by the thought of how much sleep he'd be losing over this fire's unexpected arrival, the task of rising to his paws in a sharp, attentive manner was not easily accomplished. He registered the urgency that enveloped both Daringheart and Stormchaser's frantic tones, though he was swift to block out their voices from further interruption of his thoughts. If he was required to help out with evacuating queens and elders, he would do so bleakly. However, this commonality of TreeClan loyalty was rapid to be influenced upon an astray path once he caught sight of his shadow-marked sister caring more about saving her own behind as opposed to lending a paw to her clan in their time of need. He blinked cautiously against the harsh heat that radiated from the orange sidelines, snorting inaudibly at the scenario Onyxpaw was performing before capturing the spark of dark gray he had been unknowingly seeking out from the beginning of this catastrophe.
Grayowl had took immediate initiative to assist in assuring safety and security to his lesser inclined clan-mates as soon as word of the spreading fire had reached his ear. It was likely that the idea of such a lethally oriented feline showing genuine concern for his clan-mates at a higher risk for death was unusual, if not entirely unexpected. However, amongst all of his distaste and overall lack of care for his clan-mates... it was different under a circumstance such as this. His goal was for TreeClan to one day rise above the rest in a cruel, twisted form of sadistic glory – this would never be accomplished should he sit along the sidelines and watch numerous lives be claimed by the lapping flames. Sure, this meant that his helpful aid to the unfortunate situation was fueled by something far darker than imaginable, though despite his intentions, it was help nonetheless.
The charcoal furred warrior had just successfully coaxed a young, lanky kitten into the jaws of another before his dark gold eyes caught sight of a nimble black figure. Originally, he planned on aiding a second defenseless lump of fur into safety – Onyxpaw distracted him from this plan, however. Pivoting sharply, Grayowl took his stealthy approach – comical how even in a situation of utmost seriousness he was able to maneuver with the grace of a caribou, as if the threat of fire failed to even exist just beyond the camp. “I never thought you the type to cower in the face of danger, Onyxpaw.” A mentor's mockery was often intended to be light-hearted; a shove in the right direction. Grayowl's, however, was far from it. This was pure mockery in its finest form. “See to tending to the orders instructed upon apprentices before you focus on saving your own tail. Plenty more can be accomplished before your own survival should even become a priority.” Grayowl awaited no response, not even any indication that she had heard him at all – he knew that she heard him. Flicking his tail dismissively, – his dark gold eyes lingered within her own vivid amber for a mere split second to ensure that she understood this was no time for disobedience nor fretting - Grayowl strode passed Onyxpaw to venture back in the camp's direction in case any stragglers had been left behind.
Crimsonpaw reached his sister's side a moment too late; Grayowl had already retreated – apparently there was no time for conversing; the fire was the charcoal warrior's first priority. Hopeful eyes evolved into something distasteful as they fixated upon Onyxpaw, the red-black-spotted sibling offering Onyxpaw a rather violent shove toward the nearest possible patch of flames he could find – the playful glint alight in his green eyes indicated that sibling-like pursue of any fear she exhibited, though it was clear-as-day that there was something else there: the thrill of another being scared, as if he could feed off the emotion and find a sickening happiness in doing so. “You heard him,” Crimsonpaw stated, tail tip flicking in Grayowl's direction, a new pleasantness accompanying his words at mentioning what the warrior had just moment's prior demanded of his apprentice – if she had hoped Crimsonpaw had missed his words, this surely would counter it. “your survival is not to be a priority.” The young tom flashed a mischievous grin, off in a separate direction as fast as he had stumbled upon his sister. He didn't so much as glance behind him; he wouldn't give Onyxpaw time to return to her usual senses and muster up some clever response, no... he'd take advantage of what little weakness she exposed.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2013 18:08:54 GMT -5
Adderstrike|Gentlebreeze|Sunstride
Slight snores were interupted by the paniced mews of clanmates around him. With an irritated sight, the short tempered tom found himself rising to his paws before his eyes were even open. Snorting with distaste, the abrasive ginger tom pushed his way out of the Warrior's Den and into the camp opening to view the situtation at paw. Fire. Yes. A bad thing, but panicing won't help in this situation. Sharp green eyes looked around to watch as apprentices and warriors helped in all directions, trying to get the youngsters and elderly out of the way so they could escape to their desitnation. Starclan's Claws.
A twitch of his ear signaled that his brother was mewing to him in that soft, wise voice of his. How annoying. "Most of the elders have been evacuated. Now we are working on the Queens and Kits." Sunstride spoke, his ginger and white fur streak with the soot the dark clouds over head were raining down. Green eyes swerved to meet blue as the two brothers stared at each other before Adderstrike turned his gaze back towards the nursery, halfway wondering where his sister was before pushing the thought from his mind.
With a low growl the short tempered tom snapped a Sunstride, "Why don't you go help the apprintices, since you are basically one yourself." And with that, Adderstrike left Sunstride to bask in the cold remark of his brother, who was still sour about the fact that he gained an apprentice before Adderstrike did, even though he was a older and more experienced warrior of Treeclan. The ginger tom made his way over to the nursery, picking up a kit in his jaws who was impatiantly annoying it's more with cries and mews of fright.
Rolling his eyes, Sunstride looked around to catch a couple apprintices with his sharp eyes. Making his way over, th white and ginger tom spotted his own apprentice, Crimsonpaw and called out to him. "Come with me." He mewed in his deep tom, sharp green eyes looked over the young tom before turning and paddng off. "I'm sure the Medicine Cat will need some help." He called over is shoulder as his muscles rippled under his tight pelt while he made his way over to his destinaion, the herb scented den.
"Lionstar." A soft, gentle mew came as a white she-cat padded up to the leader of Treeclan, with heavy steps due to her swollen stomach. Her pretty white fur was dotted with gray soot as if she had been rushing through the forest, which she had. Her breathing was heavy as she stopped infront of the large tom, her tail wavering behind her tiredly as if she had worn herself out. Her ears twitched as she caught sight of her younger sister, Moonshimmer, helping an older cat out of the camp and on towards Starclan's Claws before she turned her attention back to the tom infront of her.
Pressing forwards, she nudged Lionstar as if to pull him back to reality. "Come on, the clan is leaving." She meowed softly, her voice unsteady as she tried to hide the fear in her voice. Her wide green eyes ran over Lionstar as she nudged him again, trying to get him to follow his flee clanmates out of their home which was being ripped away from them.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on May 20, 2013 23:36:32 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff] / [smear:ff6600]Thornshadow[/smear:663300] / [smear:999999]Featherpaw[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The tortoiseshell tabby warrioress had spent most of that afternoon with her father. They'd gone out for a hunt earlier that morning, and he'd just... Talked. When they weren't searching out prey, Brokensong had been happily listening to her father's rumbling voice, telling her about the joys of being in love. Of course, not all that he had to say was positive. He did warn her, made sure she understood the weight of the decision that was resting upon her. He had told her that in falling for an outsider, she was breaking the warrior code. Her loyalty should be to the Clan. With her heart belonging to someone outside of her Clan, she was walking a dangerous path. Her gaze had reassured him enough that he had dropped the subject, and they had continued their hunt.
As the sun had risen higher, and the heat began climbing, however, the pair had moved to a shady area, and had eaten together. Their conversation topic had changed, as they were in the center of camp now, but father and daughter conversed, albeit a little one-sidedly, well into the afternoon. With full bellies, the pair grew slightly drowsy, and shared tongues. Thornshadow had drifted off to sleep, leaving Brokensong in a soft world of silence. Everyone who wasn't on patrol seemed to be dozing, or doing some sort of quiet activity. The tortoiseshell tabby didn't mind. She was used to quiet environments. With a silent, content sigh, Brokensong lay her head upon her paws, allowing her off-green eyes to drift closed.
It was an unfamiliar scent that woke her some time later. Hazel-green eyes blinked open, dispelling the dream she'd been having about a certain tabby tom. Brokensong lifted her head, blinking inquisitively in the direction this bizarre scent was coming from. Rising to her paws, she crossed the small distance required to reach her father, before nudging him awake. The red tabby warrior groaned slightly, but was soon awake enough to ask her what was wrong. When she pointed with her nose in the direction she figured the odd smell was coming from, Thornshadow's feature lit up with slight alarm.
It was then that Silverpaw's cry echoed through the camp. Brokensong was instantly alert, moving closer to her father. She listened to Lionstar as he made his announcement, feeling her heart racing within her chest. When the Clan leader finished, ordering them to evacuate, Thornshadow turned to his daughter, his eyes darkened by the seriousness of the situation. "Brokensong, go help the elders, and get yourself out of camp as quickly as possible. I'm going to go check to make sure the warrior's den has been evacuated. I'll meet you at StarClan's Claws." Brokensong gave a solemn nod, and after a brief touch on the nose, the father-daughter pair parted ways.
The tortoiseshell tabby she-cat's paws carried her swiftly to the elder's den, and she slipped inside, helping one of them to their paws. Her soft pelt brushed against the elder, a calming feeling in the midst of chaos. They moved at a slower pace, but Brokensong refused to leave them, offering encouraging smiles whenever their eyes met. It was as the pair was crossing camp, nearing the entrance that a silver tabby came bounding up to Brokensong. She recognized the apprentice as Lionstar's apprentice, Featherpaw.
"Have you seen Silverpaw since Lionstar's announcement? I lost her in the chaos." The silver she-cat's voice seemed a bit stressed, but Featherpaw otherwise remained calm. Brokensong frowned slightly, shaking her head apologetically. Featherpaw glanced around worriedly for a moment, before a tri-colored, plume like tail was laid gently over her shoulders. hazel-green eyes met ice blue ones for a moment, before the apprentice nodded, moving to stand on the other side of the elder. "We're almost there! Let's keep going."
And with that, the three cats began plodding out of camp, mixed in with the crowd of others trying to do the exact same thing.
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Post by Fawn on May 22, 2013 12:31:25 GMT -5
LIONSTAR
Lionstar felt a small tremor of unease settle in the pit of his stomach. Has anyone seen Rowanpaw? Pulled out of thoughts of his sister by the presence of a very pregnant Gentlebreeze, the golden tom turned, shaking his head at her immediately. "Go on, Gentlebreeze. I will leave camp once everyone - especially you and your unborn kit - has safely evacuated." The warrior dipped his head to her in a curt nod, having no time to ask her more gently when the lives of so many cats were at stake here. With the sound of Grayowl chiding one of the apprentices' to remind him of the missing Rowanpaw - and Silverpaw too, by the look on Featherpaw's face - Lionstar sank his claws into the earth to keep himself steady.
"Thunderclaw, we will check the progress of the fire. Stormchaser and Daringheart will see to the evacuations." Flicking his tail for the fluffy tom to follow after him, Lionstar bid one last look at Gentlebreeze before taking off, putting some distance between himself and the outflow of cats, trusting that they would do as their told. They were not sheep, after all, and the fire, though growing ever closer, had not yet reached them. Not yet. They still had time.
Lionstar felt a pinprick of frustration at having to go up against a natural foe he could not properly fight. A terrifying, all-consuming enemy that was like anger and hatred manifest. Suppressing a shudder, Lionstar looked to Thunderclaw grimly, speaking in a low tone - ears already picking up on sounds of the forest screaming as it burned. "Have you seen Rowanpaw? She went out hunting alone."
She hadn't been caught in the blaze, had she?
ØNYXPAW
Onyxpaw's hackles raised in a way she dared not show in front of Grayowl - reserving her momentary fury for Crimsonpaw alone, watching with sharp words still stuck on her tongue as he disappeared before she could properly retort. Ooh that little-- Was he Grayowl's shadow now? His mocking bird? Whippoorwill? I'm not deaf! I don't need a snide comment from you, gopherguts.
Mood as blackened as the forest, Onyxpaw surged forward, scooping up a kitten with more gentility than she thought herself capable of showing at the moment, following close to the little she-kit's mother so as not to further distress the queen - who looked grateful for the help. Unable to help from replaying his words over and over in her head, Onyxpaw's yellow eyes flashed an apology when the kitten thrashed in her mouth - squealing as she bit down too tightly on it's damp little scruff. The queen flashed her a warning look, which Onyxpaw did her best not to roll her eyes at. If not for the sole sake of evening the score, she would bide her time and pay back Crimsonpaw in full - and Grayowl if she could. Just wait until he has his moment of fear. Those words were going to spill from her lips like rain, and he'd know what it felt like to have someone tell you your life wasn't as important as you thought it was.
~SILVERPAW~ Feeling flight-adrenaline coursing through her veins, the green eyed silver feline pressed against Featherpaw's pelt both to reassure herself as well as her friend. "I'm here, sorry, I was helping Patchfoot get across." She explained, breathless, touching Brokensong with her tail to greet the mute many-colored feline. The crack and pop of burning wood made her tail curl with unease, and she pressed closer to Featherpaw's side, murmuring; "Let's hurry. I don't...I don't like the sound of that."
Amidst all of the confusion and the stress of reaching StarClan's Claws before the fire did, Silverpaw's thoughts traveled to Rowanpaw, whom she hadn't seen since that morning. Oh StarClan please protect her. And Lionstar too! Now more than ever she was feeling the burden of her older brother's job; just because he had more lives to give wouldn't mean he'd be reckless with them, would he? Silverpaw stole a glance between the two she-cats at her side. Would he?
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2013 17:20:04 GMT -5
~~Gentlebreeze~~
A low noise sounded in the white she-cat's throat as the tom infront of her pushed her on with a gentle nudge. It sounded like a mixed between a frustrated growl from him not letting her stay with him and a feared whimper for her being worried about him. With a low flick of her tail, the expecting queen turned and started to waddle away, her belly swaying under the weight of her kit. She paused in her slow padding towards her close friend to look over her white shoulder, holding the leader of Treeclan in her clear, green gaze before speaking agian.
"Please becareful Lionstar." Her soft voice was laced with fear for his safty before she flicked her tail and walked over to join Brokensong with the two apprentices that were glued to her side during this fiasco. The soot streaked she-cat attempted to trot forwards, which she was able to, but it labored her breathing as she caught up. Her ears twitched as she caught Silverpaw's feared words before she decided to speak. "Don't be scared." Gentlebreeze let her tail brush the young cat's flank before glancing at Brokensong.
"This will be an interesting story to tell kits one day." She purred softly, lightening the mood as she imagined small kits with wide eyes, trying themselves to imagine what a blazing fire through Treeclan's mighty forest would look like. There was a creaking noise that made the white she-cat glance to the side, smoke was starting to catch up to the traveling clan as they attempted to make their way over to Starclan's claws. The fire was most likely not far behind the billowing gray clouds. Gentlebreeze glanced over her shoulder, trying to catch sight of Lionstar again.
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Post by Insidious on May 23, 2013 19:48:31 GMT -5
C R I M S O N P A W
And so it appeared that Sunstride had caught sight of Crimsonpaw before he could complete his sly escape. The white-and-ginger feline's voice caused the fur along the back of Crimsonpaw's neck to prick out of agitation, tail flicking as a sign of his impatience as he spun on eloquent heels to face his mentor, fixating his pale green eyes upon the retreating form of Sunstride with vivid annoyance flaming in their depths with the intensity of hot fire. What part of Sunstride's idea of calling Crimsonpaw after him seemed to be a good one? He did know that Crimsonpaw disliked him, right?
With a huff, the red-black-spotted tom kicked his pace up a notch to land himself directly upon Sunstride's heels. If he was required to help the Medicine Cat, so be it – as long as Sunstride didn't make a habit of bossing him around. One day, Crimsonpaw would be lethal, he'd make sure of it. For now, Sunstride could get away with it; he had more experience. But it was only a matter of time before Crimsonpaw would be a warrior, providing his own demons for each stray cat to worry about. Pitiful, should Sunstride find himself upon Crimsonpaw's list of revenge.
Sure, he didn't necessarily have a good reason. But then again, who was to say he truly needed one?
“If the Medicine Cat doesn't require assistance, I'll check the Nursery to make sure no stragglers were left behind before I continue on with the rest away from camp.” Crimsonpaw mewed, formulating a plan of his own should Sunstride refrain from objecting – objections or not, there was no way he could force Crimsonpaw to remain by his side for long; a matter of time, it was, before he'd simply travel elsewhere to abide by his own regulations. Truthfully, Crimsonpaw had no plans of checking the Nursery, he merely needed an excuse to escape from Sunstride if his presence at the Medicine Den wasn't required.
If able to escape he'd seek out Grayowl, or maybe even Onyxpaw to play a few more cruel jokes during her most precious period of instability. After all, it was a rare occasion for him to see a side of his sister quite like this one. Dare he say he was enjoying it?
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2013 13:24:39 GMT -5
For a moment, the gray tom's long fur stood on end. The fire was devouring the forest, eating its very soul and sending it billowing into the sky. Lionstar addressed Gentlebreeze before wheeling around and summoning him. Thunderclaw nodded and charged beside him into the burning forest. Prey and predator alike was evacuating, wailing in fear, running for their lives. Foxes and mice alike all bowed in the face of fire.
Had he seen Rowanpaw? "No," he replied with worry, his gait long and fast beside his leader. Thunderclaw was afraid, and his fur bristled with a deep instinctual need to run away. But he, of all cats, would not be shaken. The young warrior dug his claws into the earth as they ascended towards the fire, stretching out with fierce determination. As they grew closer the smoke began to sting his eyes more and more, but he pressed on, following his leader into the inferno.
Character; Thunderclaw Word count; 156 Notes; Perpetuum Mobile by Penguin Cafe Orchestra
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2013 21:54:42 GMT -5
Daringheart felt like one of the only cat’s that wasn’t lounging away as the fire began to rage through Treeclan territory. She noticed early and was about to sound the alarm before she was beat to it by Silverpaw, she had been on her way to meet Lionstar calmly when the smaller apprentice approached instead. As her leader told the apprentice to find her she quickly called up to his den, “Already on it!” Daringheart quickly moved to the center of camp so her voice could be easily heard by all denizens of her clan, “You heard Silverpaw, there is a fire burning through Treeclan territory! Lionstar has ordered a full evacuation to starclans claws, Apprentices and warriors find a kit, queen or elder! Travel through the shallow marsh, Lionstars’ orders!” The deputy didn’t have time to stand in the center of camp exclusively barking orders she had a very important job to do, moving to the camp entrance she started to take a head count of the cats leaving the camp. “Tag along in groups! Find a cat and go, senior warriors take extra time to check the nursery! Do not panic or I will thump some calm into you! No trampling or pushing, everyone’s making it out just fine!” She said as she tapped every leaving cat with her tail keeping a mental note of who had left and letting them know they had been counted. After she was sure everyone else had vacated she checked the dens and once satisfied made a break for it herself. She knew that Lionstar was going to check on the progress of the fire so she had to make it to their predetermined meeting point to keep order. She didn’t know however that it wasn’t meant to be as she heard a large crack from above her, looking up she was barely able to dodge a smoldering branch as thick as a cat falling from a large tree above her. Her quick reflexes moved her out of harms way fast enough she sustained no injury, “Ha! Not today!” She said in a tone of utter confidence as the tree the branch had fallen from toppled down finishing the job the other had failed.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2013 20:31:25 GMT -5
~~Sunstride~~
Blue eyes glanced over his shoulder to look at his seemingly annoyed apprentice. Holding back a small hiss of frustration that ran through the rather calm tom, he turned his gaze back on the destination ahead of him. This young apprentice was starting to get on his nerves, that didn't happen a lot. Even the ginger and white warrior's brother hardly ever got on his nerves. Feeling his shoulder fur raise slightly, the older tom calmed himself down by taking a rather deep breath, inhaling the toxic air that was starting to swarm around the camp.
Flicking his tail, or rather lashing it on accident as his deep temper was starting to rise with the fact that his apprentice would rather be off with Grayowl, most likly, then helping his own mentor was starting to anger him. He knew about those night trainings with the older tom and he was letting it slide... for now. "Adderstrike and Daringheart have the nursery. You'll help me with the Medicine Cat's den." He growled lowly, making sure the point got across to the thick headed tom who followed in step behind Sunstride.
The ginger and white tom pulled himself into the Medicine Cat's den, the normal sweet and sickly herb smelling den was replaced by the harsh, overwhelming scent of burning timber and toxic smoke that was eating away towards the camp, growing closer and closer. Nodding towards the current Medicine cat, who still held the name of -paw, Sunstride turned towards Crimsonpaw, blue eyes cold and emotionless, but they also held a hard as stone gaze. "Start gathering up herbs. We need to save as many as we can." He growled lowly, before dipping his own head to gather the already collected piles that Flickerpaw had displayed.
~~Adderstrike~~
Once the grumpy tom had taken the kit and it's mother across a stream, he headed back towards the camp, making sure that everyone was gone before he figured out where Lionstar had run off too. Ear pricked as the crackling of the fire was growing closer. Green eyes catching sight of Daringheart fleeing the camp towards the fire told him that she had double checked already. With a lash of his tail, the tom quickly went back through, catching his brother's scent in the Medicine Cat's den before taking off after the she-deputy.
Paws skidded along the ground as a large crack and groan sounded, a tree being pulled up from it's roots before crashing down to the ground. Green eyes clenched shut to avoid acid black smoke to enter his eyes, Adderstrike shook his head, smoke covering his fur and entering his lungs as he coughed slightly before moving forwards, wrenching his eyes open. Adderstrike placed a paw over a fallen branch before continuing. His eyes catching sight of a cat.
Narrowing green eyes picked up Daringheart in a cloud of dust from where the tree had collapsed, her body under it. A shock of supprize ran up his spine before Adderstrike walked over to her, staring down at her body. A sneer covered his jaw as he spoke to her, "How did you get yourself into this mess? Being cocky again?" He growled, lowering himself on his belly to look at the fallen deputy.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 1:01:57 GMT -5
&& who will remember your last goodbye rowanpaw
The sorrel shaded she-cat had been out hunting, alone, in the heat of the day. The blaze had started up, and the apprentice soon found herself surrounded on all sides. How it had happened, she didn't know. All she knew was heat, and fear. She was trapped in a small clearing, and had begun to dig out all the grass and scrub that could potentially catch fire, pushing the debris as close to the fire as she dared to go. The end result? A patch of fresh turned dirt surrounded by a ring of fire, with Rowanpaw stuck in the middle.
Fear clutched at her heart, her small body fluffed up to nearly twice her size. Over the roar of the blaze, she cast her small voice into the wind, screaming for help. She just hoped that someone would hear her, that someone would save her from the mess she had somehow gotten herself into.
{nine moons} treeclan {she-cat} apprentice
there's a fire inside of this heart emberstorm
Emberstorm stood aside as the elders exited the camp, her flame-colored fur surprisingly lying flat. Deep green eyes scanned the cats around her, seeking out a few familiar faces. There, Silvercloud, and Flamedance, too; her parents were helping the last of the elders out, and Emberstorm watched as they made it out of camp. Eyes back to the crowd. "Dustfall!" She called her brother over, the cream tabby slipping easily through the cats to stand by her side. She nosed her brother's neck, a small purr rumbling in her throat. They were still close, after all these moons.
"Are you two ready?" Emberstorm turned her head to see Juniperclaw approaching on her other side, melting from the crowd of cats. The ginger warrior pressed her muzzle to the tabby's throat, smiling. The trio headed off, sliding into the stream of cats headed away from the fire.
{twenty-three moons} treeclan {she-cat} warrior
i'll be your pawn && you'll be my king copperpaw
The lanky copper apprentice stood slowly as the cry rang out. He didn't move, didn't speak, didn't do anything, even as the Clan began buzzing with a mix of fear, motion, and voices. Pale green eyes stared emotionlessly as the Clan milled about, not moving a muscle.
"Help the medicine cat." Something clicked, and like a lightswtich flicked on, Copperpaw moved. He wasn't sure where the order had come from, but it was an order nonetheless. Orders were to be followed, and followed immediately. That was what he knew.
His paws carried him to Elderpaw's den, and he picked up the bundle of herbs he was instructed to carry. They were sweet-smelling, but the apprentice took no notice of it as he paced to the camp entrance, waiting his turn to leave.
{six moons} treeclan {tom} apprentice
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Post by Fawn on Jun 9, 2013 1:44:11 GMT -5
Lionstar & Appleshade 39 Moons || Tom || TreeClan || 22 Moons || She-Cat
| Even above the hellish inferno that had engulfed their beloved forest, tall golden ears pinpointed a very familiar scream from nearby. Rowanpaw! Lionstar felt as if the ground had suddenly given way beneath his overly large paws, heart flinging itself against it's ribcage as if it might be able to burst right out of him and reach Rowanpaw that much quicker. The smoke stung his eyes and nose, Lionstar's body lurching first forward and then to the left, trying to locate his younger sibling through the thick, choking black haze that had swept past the Great Maple to the outskirts of camp. "Rowanpaw!" He roared, faintly aware of Thunderclaw nearby as their coats brushed, both toms stepping sideways to avoid a fallen branch that snapped and cracked upon impact, Lionstar's thick golden fur standing upright. After a bit of awkward searching, the leader of TreeClan finally spotted the fluffy reddish pelt of the terrified apprentice, his throat closing up in a mixture of emotion and smoke inhalation, his chest burning, paws flattening anything and everything in his path to reach her.
Every fiber of Lionstar's being went into that jump, the tom attempting to leap over the treacherous flames to grab Rowanpaw by the scruff, and leap back with just as much effort. However, the ear-splitting crack and splintering of a tall birch tree made the length of Lionstar's spine want to curl in on itself, a sense of foreboding coming over him just as he landed, a shadow drowning the golden tom in darkness. Grabbing Rowanpaw in what little time there was left, with a herculean effort he tossed the she-cat out of the ring towards Thunderclaw - message clear in one sharp glance. Get her to safety. With another massive cracking heave, the top of the birch tree split horizontally and toppled over, crashing down just as Lionstar threw his whole body forward in a last-ditch effort to escape.
Lionstar felt all the air being crushed from his lungs in a single instant, world going black as the tree drove his body into the earth, the splintered tree cracking again where it had impacted with the TreeClan leader's body, ironic that it should be the very symbol of the Clan he worked so hard to protect that finally robbed Lionstar of his very first life.
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"For such a handsome tom, you really know how to pick the worst moments for snark!" Appleshade made no attempt to disguise her voice as she jumped over a fallen tree limb, her fur fluffed away from her slim body in an obvious sign of distress, eyes stretched wide, heart throbbing so hard against her breast she felt like she was having trouble breathing. "Daringheart! Are you alright?" Ignoring Adderstrike's inappropriate comments regarding their deputy - her tone high from each thrilling, terrifying situation the forest fire presented them with. "Help me dig her out!"
The beautiful half-sister of TreeClan's own leader was never usually so willing to get her paws dirty (in both a literal and figurative sense) but even her own vanity could not hold a candle to her compassion for her own Clanmates. Dropping down into the debris, Appleshade suppressed a yelp as the bottom of her paw pad was burned upon a hot piece of wood she had just uncovered, but the warrioress kept digging. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 10:45:20 GMT -5
Daringhearts world was a little less clear than it had been a moment ago, before she could breathe and could see however now she was shrouded in darkness and was sucking in painful hot breaths. It wasn’t clear whether she lacked vision because it was truly pitch black where she was or if she had gone into shock and what little light there was had been dimmed by her adrenaline filled veins. She heard things she could only assume were words outside her quickly created prison, however she herself couldn’t reciprocate. Soon after the words followed a simple scratching noise, followed by the occasional hiss, which she understood better to be digging. She was starting to come down from her high and realized how hot she was, she was honestly starting to have her hair singed in a few places. She quickly started digging along with the mystery cat to make her escape; she didn’t plan on dying in this awful place. Each scrape brought her closer to freedom as more and more light was revealed and soon she had what she would hope to be enough hole to squeeze out of, pushing her way into the light.
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