The silent warrioress of Rainclan was content for once in her life she felt entirely free to be herself, the ever curious kit that she had once been before life twisted her thoughts against her. Of course it was her fault, it was always her fault that every thought that flicked through her head was about ow much of a disappointment to her family she truely was. Her very thoughts were her only torment and it was not something she could run from or fight alone, she could never ask Minnowsplash, her longer furred sister had her own problems since their father had died and Quietstream could not help but think that her entire litter was a disappointment.
She was mute, Piketooth was rude and as much as she adored Minnowsplash the she cat had about as much grace as a deer on ice but at least the clan liked Minnowsplash and even Piketooth at times, she was just the abnormality, the one that was to worthless to speak so she didn't make a sound at all, apart from a gentle purr to calm Minnowsplash down if she ever got very upset and a sort mreow as a form of greeting to those who actually required her to at least acknowledge their pressence.
However all these thoughts were chased from her mind when she saw it, in the distance a little away from the Nightclan border, the unmistakeable odor of a fox. The young rainclan cat froze in place, her entire body stift as she barely breathed for fear of it noticing her.
24 Moons, Warrior of RainClan
"No one else can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken, Live your life with arms wide open."
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We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear.
The past few days had been busy. It was satisfying knowing how full the fresh-kill pile was, and the strengthening morale of Nightclan as a whole was...priceless. The faces of those gone were still remembered, though as time passed, the grief that shadowed their names was replaced with happiness in the eyes of those who cherished still-living memories of both friends and family alike. The bustling camp quenched Pinestar's tireless spirit, and after a long day of work, she was constantly embracing sleep like a mother does her precious kit.
The stresses and responsibilities were growing more manageable. Life was just beginning to get easy, but Greenleaf was part way through, and Leaffall would be much preparing for the harsh grip of Leafbare: the season in which snow and ice sliced through the territory with a chilling, merciless vigor. Though there was time before this relentless cold, and the beginning of Leaffall will bring forth a rewarding opportunity for Nightclan: a battle for the Wooded Marshes.
It was time. It had been time for a while.
Pinestar bounded over a rotting log. She landed just outside a particularly marshy patch of land, skirting the edge of the mud-hole carefully. If there was one thing Nightclan apprentices were famous for, it would be getting stuck in sinkholes. They learn quickly how to tell where they are though. Pinestar mused. The last thing she wanted was to be caught in a child's trap. It seemed like Nightclan had grown distant lately, as if Pinestar was just respected as a leader because of her title, but for nothing more. Hopefully this battle will instill a bit more pride in my clanmates. The ginger she-cat thought, keeping up a brisk pace towards the Rainclan border.
It was hard to find the time to inspect the Wooded Marshes without giving rise to suspicion, though she had made sure to think ahead. Not but halfway between the border and camp laid her catch: two toads and a crow. Now, it was time to analyze, build a good strategy. She wanted to make it a point to show up when a Rainclan patrol was passing by: this wouldn't be some kits game. This will be a real battle. Pinestar thought curtly. I will make an announcement soon to alert the clan. Mentors need to start training their apprentices on wetter ground. The Pineneedle Clearing is slippery, but it doesn't suck at your legs like mud and marsh does.
The scent of fox yanked her from her aspirations, replacing keenness with heightened hostility. She slunk through the sparse undergrowth, soon finding it more effective darting to and fro from behind the thick pines. Only ten paces brought her to the red scavenger, its pointed snout ruffling through the feathers of a young finch. That won't feed that monster! Pinestar thought, green eyes drinking in the scene before her.
The fox wasn't on Nightclan territory, but it was mobile, and some swift inspection around the ginger she-cat proved that the fox had been on Nightclan territory before he had entered Rainclan. The trail led towards the deer path...? Pinestar was just about to head back to camp to set up a patrol and take care of this beast once and for all...but...what was that? The sun caught a light flicker of fur beyond the fox, and the shape of a cat in the open made her heart lurch. Surely enough, almost within moments of Pinestar recognizing the (undoubtedly Rainclan) cat, the fox glared at his newest prey, a juicier kill than the pathetic black and yellow finch at his paws.
There was no way Pinestar would make it to camp and back in time. Oh no... She thought, growling as the fox lumbered towards the Rainclan cat with bold, swaggering steps and sharp, slobbering jaws.
In a few heartbeats, Pinestar found herself slinking across the border, flanking the fox quietly, quickly. In a moment's notice, the crimson she-cat leaped out into the open, yowling loudly only a few paces behind the fox. Hopefully someone will hear. She prayed as the fox whipped around to face her, surprise alight in his fierce, yellow gaze. Though Pinestar was hardly looking at him. Instead, she gazed at the cat beyond him. Hopefully she's a good fighter.
Refocusing on the antagonist, Pinestar braced herself for a fight, looking the fox up and down fearlessly, almost patronizingly. Her ginger pelt was fluffed, and her eyes burned a fiery green, hatred in its depths.
Unfortunately Quietstream's plan to avoid being spotted by the fox failed as the foul smelling, evil eyed creature took steps towards her and instinctively Quietstream curled up, her life was over, not worth living anyway until she heard a noise and her eyes flicked open to see another cat, a Nightclan cat no less actually attacking the fox and her resolve changed, she may not be worth anything but a cat that risked it's own life for other's certainly was worth it and that's when the fire hit her.
Quietstream let out a hiss as she leap towards the fox, managing to catch it's leg in her jaws while her front paws worked to scratch at the fox's face and neck, the ginger cat who had saved her did not deserve the fate she would have if Quietstream stuck to her original plan. This cat deserved better than to die all because Quietstream was worthless, clearly this stranger was not worthless, she had stepped in to save the short furred she cat without any hesistationand that was enough to earn Quietstream's respect.
The fox however had other plans and while she managed to bite it's leg hard enough to draw blood, the creature did manage to throw her off it and she felt teeth rip through her left hind leg as she clawed at her attacker, now that she had someone else to protect Quietstream was ruthless and even with her injured leg she still attacked the fox again and again, all while bleeding slightly and feeling rather sorry for herself for not being smart enough to spot the fox earlier
27 Moons, Warrior of RainClan
Quietstream "No one else can speak the words on your lips, Drench your yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open."
We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear.
Perfect! Pinestar thought, her heart skipping a beat as the Rainclanner rushed towards the fox's front legs. Pinestar had him distracted for only a few moments, but it was enough to give them the advantage of surprise. The ginger she-cat bounded into the fray and scratched at his face, attempting to deter him from the cream colored cat, though her dodges and slight retreats left Pinestar's partner vulnerable. There needs to be a better way! She thought, swiping at the fox's eyes.
Hardly a second went by before the fox threw off the other she-cat and snagged her leg in his jaws. Pinestar launched herself on the fox's back, clawing viciously, giving the light colored cat a chance at recovery. The red scavenger was fierce though, and Pinestar felt weariness burn deep, her assaults weakening.
The fox swung his head backwards, snapping at the ginger she-cat clung to his shoulders. His jaws met flesh, and Pinestar was snagged by her shoulder and dragged to the ground. The she-cat hissed in pain and sunk her jaws in the soft part of the fox's muzzle, squirming and ripping free from his jaws, rolling away from another onslaught, the creature's teeth snapping dangerously close to her head. How long can we keep this up? She thought uncomfortably, panting, adrenaline blocking the pain along her shoulder.
Pinestar leaped back towards the creature, only to hear pawsteps pounding towards them. Her ears flicked towards the Nightclan border. Thank Starclan! Pinestar thought, feeling rejuvenated by the arrival of Pipitwing and Stoatclaw. More ginger pelts rushed to the rescue, and what felt like a losing battle soon turned to victory as the fox's interests swayed towards retreat.
Pain.. pain burned through the young creamy toned she cat with the wrath of Starclan, oh how much it hurt!! Quietstream was afraid, in pain and questioning whether or not her efforts to save the ginger she cat that had seemed to run to her rescue were worth this amount of agony. Her leg was torn, blood pouring from the sharp daggers of the foxs jaws and she was lucky the fox had not broken her leg The usually perfectly sure footed and elegant Quietstream was reduced to a swaying on three paw's all while hissing, clawing and biting at whatever part of the fox she could get at.
Her yowls of pain and anger were soon muffled by the angered cries of the fox as more cat's appear to fight the overgrown parasite off, With spit dripping and mixing with the blood on the fox's muzzle, it made for a grusome sight. However Quietstream's lucky break came just as the fox was about to grab onto her once more, in a last ditch attempt Quietstream unsheathed her claws and scrached at the fox's face and with a single clean stoke, managed to cut the foxs eye, sending it howling away in pain.
Still in shock from the fact she had not only saved her own life but another cat's as well, Quietstream staggered towards Rainclan, she would find Swanfeather and while she despises the disgraced feline with her entire being, her leg was injured. As silent as she was when she arrived Quietstream, the unassuming waste of Rainclan blood slinked away without a word to any other cat.
24 Moons, Warrior of RainClan
Quietstream, "No one else can speak the words on your lip Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open."
300 || Jet || Sorry it's so short bae, I would like to finish this thread up quickly