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Post by Insidious on Mar 9, 2017 21:00:28 GMT -5
DIMSTAR leader of nightclan The Gathering had come and gone, and apparently so had the hardship in RainClan. It was a shame, really, that NightClan didn’t take advantage of their weakness while the opportunity hung unaddressed in the air by one and all, but it wasn’t a cause for genuine grievance. NightClan had no immediate need for the extra land, and with the chaos so fresh in the minds of every Clan alike, Dimstar suspected it would take a couple of moons under the leadership of Stormstar before RainClan was truly in a state of peace and harmony once again.
Until then, Dimstar and his Clan would be waiting. It was unlikely that he’d fail to act upon another exposure of weakness, and it was in Stormstar’s best interest to be aware of that.
“Remain alert,” the stoic leader stated matter-of-factly to the rest of his patrol, pushing a parted muzzle into the air. “I suspect we won’t be alone for much longer.” RainClan’s scent was far from stale, and as much as he preferred to keep cross-Clan relations to a minimum, it’d do them some good to keep tabs on their neighbour’s well-being. Despite Dimstar’s willingness to utilize weakness in other Clans, even at the cost of driving them into the ground, it was eerily indiscernible what he could be thinking behind the light batting of his eyes as he openly stared across the border. He’d given RainClan no indication to expect them of holding an ulterior motive. but if all we are is just machines |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 19:12:16 GMT -5
 Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 21 MoonsOwlflight flicked her ear in a hint of annoyance as her paws squelched into the ground, mud oozing between the pads of her paws as she tentatively placed them down where they wouldn't slip or slide. She appreciated the bright sun on her back, warming her from fur to skin, but the side-effects of melting snow weren't the most pleasant when it came to the practicalities of walking.
No matter
She mused to herself, attempting to brush off the vexation as she neared the border with NightClan,
This is good news if nothing else. With the melt comes NewLeaf, and StarClan knows we need a burst of life and prey after all that's been happening to this clan
She let her tail swish slightly in the air, raising her head to scent the air as she drew closer to the boundary.
Ah...
She paused, the fresh scent of her neighbours crossing her nose. She couldn't quite tell how many there were of NightClan nearby, but it was certainly more than one.
Hopefully a peaceful patrol
She told herself, padding forward to investigate and drawing into sight of the other cats. Her cool eyes met with Dimstar's and she dipped her head respectfully as she walked forward a few more steps, standing strong and motionless as she sized up the patrol.
"Greetings Dimstar. I hope the prey run well for NightClan?"
She mewed in an attempt at smalltalk, trying to calculate the mood of Dimstar's patrol. Were they here as a challenge? Or was this a simple coincidence of patrol meeting patrol? She wondered how often Dimstar himself might head patrols or stare over the border like he was now. The clan may still be seen as weak, she wondered if they had come to test the boundary?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 23:35:35 GMT -5
  RainClan - Senior Warrior - Tom - 45 Moons
It was muddy. The pleasant warmth of newleaf sun was utterly lost as brown, wet slop sucked at Adderstrike's paws. The melting of snow had led to swelling rivers, and the rising waters had been slowly reducing the size of RainClan's little island camp more by the day. I just hope we don't get a huge storm. That will flood us out of camp. The brown tabby tom thought tetchily. The amber cat shook his fur. I need to stop being so negative. On the bright side, it's not freezing outside, and the sunlight is warm for once in a blue moon. Adderstrike decided to himself, promising that he would stop being so negative for the remainder of the patrol. His marbled tabby fur drunk in the daylight like a bee sucking at nectar, and he felt a warmth in his stomach that hadn't been there for moons. It was relief that prey was coming and warm nights were on their way, though it was also a spark of life and happiness that was quite new to the surly tom-cat. That's weird. Adderstrike mused.
Adderstrike had tucked himself behind Owlflight and Quietstream, hanging towards the back with Piketooth. The patrol trudged through the mud and marsh along the border of NightClan territory, constantly on the lookout for intruders. Adderstrike glanced at the silver and black tom beside him. The senior warrior regarded Piketooth with a certain respect, one that he doesn't offer lightly. Adderstrike doesn't quite care for the cowardly and docile type, though the silver tom beside him was all but that. He was a powerful character, and although as mean as Adderstrike himself (perhaps a bit more outwardly abusive), Piketooth was loyal to a fault and a skilled fighter. No doubt a formidable opponent in battle. Adderstrike smirked, proud of his fellow clanmate. Suddenly, he noticed Owlflight's tail swish and her pink nose take in the scents around her. NightClan! Adderstrike noticed, catching the scent of the enemy patrol on a faint breeze.
Owlflight led the way, though Adderstrike pushed up beside the silver tabby she-cat, backing her with a rigid and no-nonsense stature. They neared the patrol without hesitation, and to Adderstrike's surprise, none other than Dimstar himself had arrived at the border, a few other NightClan cats at his flanks. Adderstrike glared at the patrol impassively. The brown tabby's coat shed a healthy gleam in the newleaf light, though his ribs were still faintly visible from the recent release of leaf-bare's gelid grip. Owlflight's words seemed to ease tensions.
"Greetings Dimstar. I hope the prey run well for NightClan?"
Adderstrike knew what the silver tabby was doing. He felt Piketooth bristling behind him, stepping in front of his mute sister protectively. Adderstrike felt mildly agitated, glancing back at the tom and flicking his tail on Piketooth's shoulder. Calm down you fool. Don't be so quick to claw. The brown marbled tabby griped silently. Adderstrike stood placid and unchanging, gazing forward calmly and standing firm against Owlflight's side.
Now, Dimstar. Why are you here?
Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs.
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Post by Fawn on Mar 16, 2017 9:44:54 GMT -5
Hazeheart39 Moons. Warrior. NightClan. The answering RainClan patrol was much larger than Hazeheart had expected. In retrospect, this made sense; he knew their neighbors had been having... difficulty, to put it mildly. Hazeheart did not wish ill upon any cat. RainClan's large patrol must've been their attempt at showing strength of numbers.
He couldn't help wondering though, if the faces he didn't see at the Gathering or at the borders were still... alive. Rumor going around was that a lot of Clan cat blood had been spilt. Hazeheart hadn't made a great many friends out of RainClan or TreeClan (with the except of one cat very, very dear to him), but the tortoiseshell tom's posture was passive. Unaggressive.
"Greetings," Hazeheart mewed politely, standing near to Dimstar but not so near that the Clan leader thought he was trying to speak for him. It was only right that the gray-furred, silver-eyed tom be the one to speak on NightClan's behalf; not only was he their leader, but he had a certain... cool detachment that made dealing with others look simple. Dimstar never gave too much away, while knowing more than he let on.
For NightClan, this was very good.
For a NightClan cat with a secret, this was... unsettling. Observing the RainClan patrol, he saw Piketooth bristling almost immediately; Hazeheart's ears flattened a little. It seemed the young warrior hadn't forgotten their Clans' previously toxic interactions. Don't Give Up. Great Things Take Time. 231 Words // Insidious , @sparrowkeeper , @jet // Notes |
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Post by Insidious on Mar 16, 2017 10:12:04 GMT -5
DIMSTAR leader of nightclan A RainClan patrol wasted no further time in the revealing of their faces, and while Dimstar inclined his head as a silent means of acknowledgement, of preparation, it wasn’t his words that were first to come from the side on which he stood regally. Hazeheart wasn’t a bad warrior in retrospect, but his condition did its part to hinder him in the eyes of his leader. Nonetheless, Dimstar wouldn’t deprive him of the opportunity to stand on their borders and showcase some NightClan pride until, of course, he provided him with ample reason to start depriving. Hazeheart’s greeting by mouth was followed by a slow, meaningful batter of Dimstar’s eyelids; on his other flank was Hollowcry who was nowhere near as quick to offer pleasantries. The sharp-eyed, shady tom bristled in sync with Piketooth, but one glance at him would reveal to someone who knew better (which Dimstar liked to think he did) that it wasn’t hostility as much as a need to provoke. As of now the NightClan leader didn’t feel the need to address it. If Piketooth couldn’t control himself, then RainClan would make an enemy they didn’t need; he had faith in his Clanmates, even the harder to trust like Hollowcry, when it came to twisting any and all situations into their favour. Unlike some, Dimstar had no quarrels with a little trickery.
Owlflight was the first to speak, and as a result she was the first to hold his undivided attention. “Yes.” He replied with level-headed indifference, affirming his claim with a confident inclination of his chin. A little more detail than a simple yes or no was generally expected, but Dimstar always made sure to get to the point with the other Clans. The less he spoke and the more he listened, the better. After all, word hadn’t spread throughout the forest of NightClan’s short-comings, so surely there was more for their counterpart to talk about.
His unnatural eyes switched between Piketooth and Adderstrike, but only briefly. Owlflight was the head of the patrol from the looks of it, and quite the patrol it was. If Stormstar was trying to give his neighbours the impression that RainClan was coming back strong, it was working, but Dimstar needed extra convincing before he’d back off. “All appears to be going well in RainClan,” and an appearance was what it would be unless he was given reason to believe otherwise, “so surely I can assume that Stormstar is adjusting to his role, and RainClan to him quite nicely.” He had a way of making implications ring true while slyly inserting underlining; it would be just fine, if not easy and practical for Owlflight to concur, but more was being said beneath his cold, crisp words. but if all we are is just machines 457 | Fawn, @jet, @sparrowkeeper | notes here |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 13:19:51 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan. She-Cat. 24 MoonsOwlflight was glad to feel Adderstike at her side to back her up, leading her to feel supported and more comfortable with the fact that she had been the first to speak up. She dealt well with it, keeping her cool as cats bristled around her, trusting the older and more experienced Adderstrike to keep Piketooth calm while she bore the brunt of whatever nature of attention she had just brought upon herself.
She perked her ears at Hazeheart's response, raising her tail in a slightly confused acknowledgement of the NightClan warrior before Dimstar's words and gaze took her attention back. It seemed Hazeheart might have overstepped slightly, but Owlflight was equally guilty of that. The youngest in the patrol at 24 moons of age, she often found that cats around her assumed that she was older than she looked. It was understandable considering how hard it was to ruffle her, but she bit at times worry if she was overstepping, or taking control of situations that she should have left to the older cats around her. Adderstrike had not given her reason to think he thought she was doing that now though, so she shouldered the responsibility of being the first to speak, and therefore needing to respond intelligently.
His eyes are rather unsettling
She thought to herself, trying her best to maintain a cool exterior as she listened to him speak. NightClan had a certain mystique about it that was as peturbing as its leader, and she had often wondered what made them so. The leader's first response was unexpectedly monosyllabic, but Owlflight reasoned that it at least didn't sound aggressive, so took it as a positive step. If they could keep it this crisp and to the point, hopefully the two patrols would be on their way in no time, and with no tattered fur. She kept herself still until he had finished speaking, then responded crisply with a respectful dip of her head.
"Newleaf brings us strength."
She said simply, thinking that perhaps imitating his method of answering might satisfy him enough that he might move on.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 23:01:19 GMT -5
RainClan - Senior Warrior - Tom - 45 Moons
"Yes."
Dimstar had replied impassively to Owlflight's greeting. And I thought I was brusque. Adderstrike thought jokingly. The small, stout tabby tom kept his gaze rested on Dimstar for the most part, though he was acutely aware of the rest of the cats in the NightClan patrol. Both Hazeheart and Hollowcry stood their ground nobly, despite their different approaches. Hazeheart stood patiently still, while youth bristled like a porcupine in a tussle. He looks as prickly as Piketooth; I wonder who would win in a fight to the death? Adderstrike almost let loose a wicked smile, but managed to maintain his inscrutable features.
"All appears to be going well in RainClan," Dimstar continued speaking. "so surely I can assume that Stormstar is adjusting to his role, and RainClan to him quite nicely."
"Newleaf brings us strength." Owlflight replied.
Adderstrike was pleased with her response; honestly, there wasn't a better way to answer that question. RainClan was well aware of their precarious situation following the civil disputes. All of the clans knew of their internal struggles, thus RainClan's steadfast and unified reputation has waned, and their neighbors seemed more ignorant and teasing than ever. They don't know how serious it actually was. Or, they don't care. It's none of their business anyways. Why do they have to rub it in our faces? Adderstrike hated the cutting comments thrown at the RainClan cats about their divide, whether on patrols or at the gatherings. Dimstar's indirect approach on the subject just a moment before felt like a paw-full of salt on a festering wound. It took all the self-control Adderstrike had not to spit a nasty remark at the NightClan leader. Although he felt rage and contempt seething under his pelt, there was only one physical change that overcame the brown tom. Adderstrike's yellow-green eyes were unchanging in shape, though their depths had been benighted by the fury that boiled under his skin.
It was a sudden change, like clouds passing over the sun, blotting out the light.
Watch your tongue Dimstar. You're swimming in rough waters. Adderstrike stood static and composed, seemingly unmoved, though the marbled tabby felt wrath rush through him like a river's raging rapids.
Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs.
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Post by Fawn on Mar 25, 2017 17:00:55 GMT -5
Hazeheart39 Moons. Warrior. NightClan. The hostility was making his pelt itch. Hazeheart observed the cats on both sides - suddenly feeling almost like he was outside of the present conflict. It was hard for him to get riled up (which was a blessing, considering his condition), or to look at another creature with animosity. That didn't mean he hesitated to unsheathe his claws. NightClan was his home, and he had family here.
Hazeheart's gaze settled briefly on Hollowcry. He... wouldn't say they were close. In fact, he'd much rather go on patrol with a badger than put up with Hollowcry's attitude, but the older warrior seemed like he had a handle on his emotions. Piketooth didn't.
Are you going to do something about the tension? Hazeheart found himself looking at Dimstar for guidance; but he was as hard to read as the stars. Silver eyes were fathomless and void of emotion; Hazeheart shivered, and concentrated on keeping his heart beating normally.
The herbs he took daily from Smokefur helped immensely - but that didn't mean he was free of becoming a liability during a fight. Dimstar would probably never let him forget it if he fell asleep in the midst of a battle. That was the problem with his condition; the quicker his heart would beat, the more anxious he let himself get, the sooner he'd pass out - fast asleep - into the dirt or grass or training field. His mentor, Nettlefur, had been StarClan sent, the older tom wise and patient, able to tolerate Hazeheart's handicap without ridiculing it for him.
Hazeheart had thanked their ancestors above that he had trained under such a compassionate senior warrior. He would never forget him.
Don't Give Up. Great Things Take Time. 274 Words // Insidious @sparrowkeeper @jet // Notes |
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