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Co-Captain
INVENTORY
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 26, 2014 20:01:54 GMT -5
SAY YOUR PRAYERS AND STOMP IT OUT Miraculously, he did not have to travel very far before he stumbled upon a mouse, purely by luck. Apparently having heard the approach of some other predator, it sped toward him and ended up streaking directly across his path, tail streaming behind it and ears flat against his head. He had stood and stared at its approach rather dumbly before his brain rebooted and kicked him into action. It was a mouse, and he was participating in a hunting competition – naturally, he should attempt to catch whatever prey decided to place itself within easy reach. Unsheathed claws flailed at the rodent in an uncoordinated fashion as he threw himself to the side in an poor mimicry of a pounce, and by the same token of luck that had brought the mouse across his path, he managed to hit it in the side.
Just as stunned as he was, the creature took a moment to right itself, fleeing just in time to avoid the paws that tried to come down upon it a second time. Gustpaw narrowed his eyes and raced after the prey, paws swiping at it when it decided to turn and missing every time. Frustration drove him forward, tracking the mouse by sheer will and determination to not be bested by a piece of prey. But the instant he had decided to chase the rodent, it was a lost cause, and the part of him that put to use the fairly intelligent brain he had hidden within a thick skull recognized that. The rodent skittered around a corner and down a hole before he had the chance to make a final effort to catch it. A futile effort, he shoved a tabby paw as far into the tunnel as he could, picturing the mouse standing just out of reach of his unsheathed claws. Gritting his teeth and with his fur bristling in irritation, he extracted his paw and stood up, glaring down at the seemingly harmless hole in the ground. Out of spite, he found the biggest rock he could move and put it directly in front of the den.
Immature, perhaps, but it gave him the satisfaction of knowing that he had the last word.
Round Two: Miss Color: Kiwi Gustpaw | LightningClan | Apprentice | Bleed It Out – Linkin Park WHEN THEY BRING THAT CHORUS IN
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Post by Hellion on Aug 27, 2014 1:15:06 GMT -5
Loose ends, they tangle down And then take flight But never tie me down Excitement gleamed in his pale green eyes as his attention was taken away from his first kill and toward and more suitable place to fish, that was going to be his 'big' prey of the day and had his heart set on catching a sizeable fish to bring back. With his tail flicking back and worth the tabby tom left the area of his first catch with a careful leap over a small creek to avoid soaking his fur. He wasn't completely unaware of his surroundings and tried to catch and sounds in the air or perhaps a scent on the wind, but both were either at a distance or irrelevant to him. He again focused on finding a stream that provided access to a nice fish for him to catch.
Tasting the wind he found his favourite smell which was the grasses and reeds that grew along side the water and quickly turned himself toward one of the larger streams in RainClan territory and trotted toward it quickly. Trying to be a fluid as possible Gullpaw crawled toward the water's edge in an attempt to get closer in order to see the swimming fish below, what he didn't count on was the embankment he was standing on to be weak and dry and crack under his weight. SPLASH! The young tabby apprentice fell front paws first into the water. The stream wasn't too fast but it was deep and he was unable to touch the bottom which sent him into a bit of a panic. Clawing his way to the other side the now totally soaked apprentice was able to pull himself up and out of the water. Panting a little the young tom laid there on the sturdier embankment as he caught his breath, trying to get rid of the panic in his heart.
After a moment he rose up to his paws a little unsteady and gave himself a big shake to maybe get rid of some of the water that weighed down his pelt. Looking behind him he knew that his ideas of a fat silver fish wasn't going to be any good and instead headed forward at a slower pace to maybe find a sunnier part of the territory to both hunt and dry his pelt.
Miss Cherry words: amount • tagged: whoever •
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Post by Fawn on Aug 27, 2014 1:38:42 GMT -5
THE SECOND ROUND IS NOW OVER, PROCEED TO THE 3RD ROUND! Mudpaw of LightningClan 7 Moons. Tom. Mudpaw hunted as much as he possibly could, as often as the stars allowed; it wasn't long before, after a solid day of toil, the apprentice's pelt was highlighted with a few dusty streaks and bits of gorse, and he carried the musty scent of an old tunnel with him by the time he returned to his cache. To great relief, the tidy store of prey had been undisturbed since he'd first run into that nosy Foxpaw skulking around. A skinny grackle between his teeth, Mudpaw moved the pebbles and bits of moss used for covering, and set the latest addition to the hoard at the very top, allowing himself a small pat on the back for all of his hard efforts.
To be quite clear, he felt exhausted. It wasn't as if he had been afraid of not catching anything, it was more the fact that halfway through his surly sweep of the moorlands for potential freshkill that a realization struck like a lightning bolt; what if he made Redstar look bad, by not coming in at least second or third place? Suddenly, it was as if the weight of his Clan's reputation was suddenly placed on his stocky little shoulders, and the earthen youngster had taken this very seriously and hunted very seriously. He did not celebrate after each catch, and he did not allow himself to get too discouraged when he lost a scent trail or bumped into another apprentice, or lost sight of his target; no matter how bad his luck got, or how many times he missed, he couldn't allow that to mess up his concentration.
Not when the Clan and the Clan's honor was on the line. Somehow, in his efforts to make Redstar look regal and effective as a mentor, Mudpaw's dedication had come to expand and include the whole of the Clan as well. It wasn't as if he was the only one, Wrenpaw, Gustpaw and Blazepaw were trying their best too, but... as far as his siblings were concerned...
Mudpaw wasn't certain he could trust them to take this too seriously, or to bring in that much prey. He wanted to put his faith in them, but he was in short supply of optimism. It was better to just keep hunting until his paws grew too tired to carry him. It wasn't until he felt Snowheart touch his shoulder with his tail that he realized he'd spaced out; a nod to his half-brother to show he understood, Mudpaw rose back onto his feet, prepared to make several trips back to StarClan's Claws. OOC: Amethyst. Hit.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 12:45:54 GMT -5
REDPAW of StoneClan 06 Moons. Tom. Apprentice
He was tired and ready for this competition to be over. He loved to hunt but not this much at once. This was unbearable after a while. It feels like he has been hunting the whole day away, and if he has, there goes his plans. The ginger tom put his mental complaining off to the side and he focused on trying to finish this competition. He wants to make StoneClan proud, and he hoped that he was doing just that.
The tom stopped as he smelled a vole. That would be the perfect thing to bring back to the camp. The ginger tom lowered himself to the ground and he stalked forward. He wanted this vole. It was going to be part of his pile. The tom stopped when the vole came into sight and he watched it carefully. After a few moments, his pounced. His front paws landed in the middle of it's back and he put all of his weight on the vole.
He then landed with his back paws and dug his teeth into the voles neck. He tasted the metallic taste of the blood and he waited until it stopped moving. Once it was done moving, he walked over to his pile and placed it there. That was when Ivywhisker touched his shoulder to signal the end of the competition. "Thank StarClan." The tom then started to move his prey back to StarClan's Claws.
Once all of his prey was at StarClan's Claws, he laid down and nursed his aching head. The hit he took going after that rabbit was starting to hurt once more. He ignored it again then and he waited.
Round 3 Hit. Color Blueberry
SNOWPAW of RainClan 06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
Her white body moved after the quick moving rabbit, but Snowpaw was faster. The she-cat jumped and she landed on the rabbit. She quickly sank her teeth into the rabbits neck and she waited for it to not move. She panted for she was out of breath from chasing the rabbit, but she was glad that she got it. The alabaster she-cat stood then and she carried the rabbit to pile. The snowy she-cat sat down then and she worked on catching her breath.
But not long after she sat down, Swanfeather came up to her and she touched her shoulder. the snowy she-cat nodded to the Medicine Cat and she got up. She grabbed as much of her prey as she could and then and started to StarClan's Claws. She dropped that prey then and she wandered back to her pile to get the rest of her prey.
Round 3 Hit Color Pomegranate
EMBERPAW of TreeClan 06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
She had nothing. Absolutely nothing. She had done so horribly on this competition, she would expect to be scolded when they got back to camp. No cat should have done this horribly. The vole she had just been chasing had gotten away from her, and this made her mad. The she-cat was more pissed at herself though. The calico had been told that the competition was over, and she was moving the few pieces that she had caught to StarClan's Claws.
I cannot believe I was so mousebrained and missed almost everything! Her scolding remained in her brain, but she sighed once she placed her kill in a pile at StarClan's Claws. She looked around and saw all the other apprentices had big piles, and hers was a small pile. The calico sighed then and she laid down and stared at her paws.
Round 3 Miss Color Grape
NIGHTPAW of NightClan 06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
The she-cat moved quickly and swiftly. There was a vole near and she had to have it. But the vole had been thinking differently. It ran when she first attempted her attack, but she was going to catch the thing. She had darted after it and now she is chasing it. The vole was slow though, so she was catching up quickly. She pounced then and she barely landed on the vole. She dug her claws into it before she maneuvered to sink her teeth into its neck.
Once it was dead, the she-cat got a tap from Featherpaw and she nodded then. She went back to her pile and started to move the prey to StarClan's Claws.
Round 3 Hit Color Cherry
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Post by Insidious on Aug 28, 2014 12:36:20 GMT -5
B L U E P A W - - - - - - With a rabbit hanging limp from her blue jaw, the apprentice backtracked with a bounce in her step, searching diligently for the area in which she had previously disposed of her other catches. She had done remarkably, and although she was excited to see how all of the other apprentices were doing - especially her sister - she was equally excited to see what Lionstar would think of what it was that her efforts had amounted to. There was a reputation for every apprentice to upkeep - the image of their Clans all at stake, regardless of how friendly the competition was said to be - and that was especially so for the apprentice of a Clan leader. Lionstar would be happy with her, win or lose, but she truly wanted to make the other Clans see how hard she worked and how thoroughly trained the apprentices of TreeClan were. Maybe there was also a chance that she wanted to impress a certain RainClan tom, but she wouldn’t allow herself to become so distracted by silly adoration, determined to remain entirely focused on the part of this that was about making a name for TreeClan that the other Clans wouldn’t soon forget.
Littletimber located her as she was just arriving at the spot that she had buried her other prey, tapping her softly on the shoulder to gather her attention. She nodded her understanding - it was time to finish what she was doing and return to StarClan’s Claws - before the ghostly medicine cat set off, undoubtedly to find the other TreeClan apprentices and give to them the exact same message. With a confident smile on her face, Bluepaw uncovered her other catches and briefly marveled at her success. She had done well, and even if she hadn’t done the best, there was certainly nothing for her to feel badly about. Hunting wasn’t always an easy concept for cats to grasp, after all - she understood how lucky she was to have a talent such as hunting come to her with such incredible ease. Never once did she take for granted her skills and her abilities, for even when they could use a little sharpening, she didn’t have to deal with the kinds of setbacks that other felines faced in their daily lives.
Resisting the urge to go off and find Pinkpaw before Littletimber could manage to find her first, wanting to personally congratulate her sibling before the two of them faced the five Clans again to get their results, she instead settled with gathering as much of her prey as she could into her mouth, making the necessary amount of trips back and forth between TreeClan’s territory and StarClan’s Claws. - - - - - - Round Three: Hit. Colour: Cherry. Tags: None. Word Count: 465.
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Post by Fate Admin on Aug 28, 2014 13:25:31 GMT -5
Blazepaw of LightningClanBlazepaw stalked low and careful through the tall grass, keeping aware of his stupid tail so he wouldn’t make any more dumb mistakes like earlier. It had only happened the once, but it had be a really dumb mistake he had no desire to repeat. He blamed it on his excitement at the start of the competition. The sun was sinking toward the horizon. The hunting competition was supposed to go until the sun was about half way back down the sky. It looked pretty close right now. He glanced around briefly, but decided he should try to get at least one more piece of prey in before the competition ended. All his senses strained forward, seeking one final addition to his cache of prey.
His ears perked as the scent of rabbit drifted toward him on the breeze. Pigeonpaw. This one is for you. I won’t lose it! His features set determinedly, he crept forward until he spotted the creature nibbling the grass. He crouched, resisting the urge to wiggle his haunches, digging his claws into the ground instead and pushing himself forward. He took off toward the rabbit, only a few hops in front of him. The creature raised its head and turned, leaping into action, but Blazepaw pushed himself harder. He would not lose this one. His claws dug into the earth, flinging soil behind him as he tore after the rabbit, propelling him forward, closing in. At last he felt confident he was close enough and leapt as hard as he could, leaping atop the creature and sending them both tumbling.
He sank his claws firmly into the creature as he rolled and sank his teeth in, hard, snapping its spine. He pushed the rabbit off him, stumbling to his paws and panting as he looked down at it. It was huge! It was almost as big as he was! His green gaze glittered triumphantly as he picked it up and began dragging it back toward his cache. Snowheart appeared in front of him shortly after, praising him on the catch and telling him it was time to go back to StarClan’s Claws. Thank StarClan! He was exhausted, especially after that last catch!
Round 3: Hit. Color: Orange Pinkpaw of TreeClanPinkpaw made sure to keep well to the shadows after her last mishap. How did Whiteshade do it? Her ears twitched in confusion. Her eyes had stopped watering at least, though they still burned a little. It was distracting, but she tried her best to ignore the pain, creeping along as carefully as she could, steps soft and silent. She paused, scenting the air briefly, but all she smelled was another apprentice nearby. She moved on, slipping through the undergrowth as only TreeClan cats could, feeling the gentle brush of arching fronds over her back and content within her shadowy haven. She couldn’t imagine living anywhere but TreeClan’s lush forest. She had seen how the undergrowth thinned at the NightClan border and couldn’t imagine hunting in the open spaces between the pines that made up the majority of their neighboring Clan’s territory, even if it was still relatively sunless.
She wondered briefly how Bluepaw was faring. She was sure her sister had what it took to win the competition. Not only was she talented and hard working, but she had Lionstar for a teacher. Not that Gorsetail was a bad mentor, he wasn’t, he was a really good mentor, but leaders didn’t become leaders for no reason! She tried to refocus on the task at hand. She would show Gorsetail that he was a good teacher and that she wasn’t wasting his time, she was learning and on her way to becoming a warrior TreeClan could be proud of because of him. She felt a surge of affection for the tom and felt a new determination. She would do her best for Gorsetail.
She padded on, coming to the Sparkling Brook. Sunlight danced on the small stream, making her blink away from the brightness. She closed her eyes and scented the air, tasting water vole almost immediately. Her ears angled forward and she squinted toward the bank, trying to pinpoint the little rodent. She spotted it scuffling along the sandy bank, possibly digging itself a new den? The shadows weren’t as thick here, and the reflection of the light on the water was more than a little distracting and painful, but she was determined to catch this one, that it wouldn’t end up like her mishap with the squirrel. She sank into the hunter’s crouch and pulled herself forward carefully, mindful of the places where the sunlight filtered through the holes in the leafy canopy above. As the undergrowth thinned a bit at the edge of the stream she paused, pale pink gaze trained on the water vole as it continued its work. She tensed and sprang, the undergrowth providing easy cover for her, allowing her to get within range. She landed square on the creature and ended its life quickly.
She picked it up by the tail and turned quickly away from the stream, only to see Littletimber watching her. He indicated it was time to return to StarClan’s Claws and she nodded, pushing back into the undergrowth to find her cache of prey. The reflections on the stream hadn’t seemed to hinder her, perhaps because she was so focused on the vole…. She thought about it as she padded away. Maybe she did just need to get used to it?
Round 3: Hit Color: Blueberry
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 3:18:12 GMT -5
Wrenpaw felt absolutely certain she would miss the next bit of prey she came across. There was no doubt about it really, but of course she had to try anyway. She took a deep breath to steady and calm herself, and slowly her ears stood up from where they'd be laid back across her skull, and her tail stopped lashing in frustration. She wasn't good at this! Not at all, and she wouldn't be no matter what anyone said.
She shoved those thoughts away as quickly as they came. The competition would be over soon anyway, she knew (she hoped, really, she couldn't take much more of this), and she should try and find one more bit of prey before that.
You can do this, she told herself halfheartedly, knowing a lie when she heard (or thought) one. She stalked and crept for ages, and it seemed the whole of LightningClan territory was completely empty. She was about to hiss in annoyance when she heard a slight snuffle, and stopped. Automatically she dropped into a crouch, her tail held still. Then she stepped forward, slowly parting the grass around her.. and saw a mouse.
That's hardly fit for a kit! she thought in disgust. It was a scrawny, small thing, probably just a youngling, but she leapt forward anyway and killed it with a quick bite to its spine. It easily fit in her jaws, its tail hanging out the side. It was a pitiful piece of prey.
Wrenpaw was exceedingly grateful when one of the medicine cats found her and signaled that the competition was over. Quickly, she found the other prey she had caught and,jaw full and neck aching already, trudged off back to StarClan's Claws to await the ending of this horrible competition.
Round Two: Hit
Color: Grape
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Post by Hellion on Sept 8, 2014 17:29:54 GMT -5
Loose ends, they tangle down And then take flight But never tie me down This pelt still retrained a bunch of water and it dripped against the ground with every so many steps but Gullpaw wasn't going to give up because of a little water. He kept himself alert and attempted to focus on the hunt. Easing down a small embankment that held a little muddy water at the bottom splashed against his damp paws and darkened them as the mud clung. A inner ward groan was heard knowing that it would take him even longer to full groom his pelt, with a bit of frustration he growled but stopped as the tasty smell of prey crossed his nose.
Focusing his ears toward the sound of rustling grass he lowered himself down into a crouch, easing toward his next possible prize. Slightly hidden in the grass and low growing brush was what appeared to him to be a bird or maybe if he was lucky a young duck. Excitement grew in his eyes as he carefully picked his way closer to the bird. Gullpaw's nearly purred as he caught the outline of a duck in the brush, most likely a young one that shouldn't be too much trouble it was barely the size of a larger bird he had just recently learned to hunt. It wouldn't be too much of a challenge it appeared to already be weak perhaps a broken wing or something because of it's chosen hiding spot.
Maneuvering himself around to find an access point into the rbush, the young tom couldn't wait any longer and dove into the brush. The small broken duck gave a pitiful cry before falling prey to Gullpaw's bite. Pride filled him up as he drug the small kill out of the brush and buried it to find it later.
Hit / Kiwi words: amount • tagged: whoever •
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Post by Fawn on Sept 13, 2014 14:08:28 GMT -5
HUNTING COMPETITION RESULTS!
Lime = -1 Kiwi = +2 Pomegranate = -4 Blueberry = +5 Orange = 0 Lemon = -2 Grape = +3 Cherry = +1
Blazepaw: Orange, Orange, Orange. 2 Misses, 1 Hit. Total is 1 piece of prey.
Pinkpaw: Cherry, Lemon, Blueberry. 2 Hits, 1 Miss. Total is 6 pieces of Prey.
Nightpaw: Pomegranate, Orange, Cherry. 3 Hits. Total is 0 pieces of prey.
Redpaw: Lime, Lemon, Blueberry. 2 Hits, 1 Miss. Total is 4 pieces of prey.
Emberpaw: Kiwi, Grape, Grape. 3 Misses. Total is 8 pieces of prey.
Snowpaw: Grape, Cherry, Pomegranate. 2 Hits, 1 Miss. Total is 2 pieces of prey.
Gullpaw: Grape, Cherry, Kiwi. 2 Hits, 1 Miss. Total is 8 pieces of prey.
Mudpaw: Bronze, Ruby, Amethyst. 3 Hits. Total is 8 pieces of prey.
Bluepaw: Blueberry, Pomegranate, Cherry. 3 Hits. Total is 5 pieces of prey.
Gustpaw: Pomegranate, Kiwi, Kiwi. 1 Hit, 2 Misses. Total is 1 piece of prey.
Wrenpaw: Blueberry, Cherry, Grape. 2 Hits, 1 Miss. WINNER! Total is 11 pieces of prey.
Dawnpaw: Grape, Lemon, Lemon. 3 Hits. Total is 2 pieces of prey.
Congratulations to Wrenpaw and a job well done to all participants! Thanks for a successful first run!
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