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Post by Hellion on Oct 24, 2017 14:04:37 GMT -5
Duskrose, Warrior of TreeClan  Be careful sister!" Duskrose's ears tilted at the sound of her brother's voice but she didn't reply. Instead, she flicked her tail that she heard him and headed out of camp. Normally she would join a hunting party or go with her brother on various outings but today was unlike the others. She had ran into an old friend of her father's and the senior warrior spoke high praise about him. It was nice to know that her father was dearly missed but it only served to leave the orange she-cat with a sore reminder. Sandstrike wasn't around to hear it for himself, same with her mother. In a way Duskrose found it darkly romantic. So much in love they joined StarClan together.
In an effort to push away the sad thoughts Duskrose picked up her pace and sprinted for the nearest border. She wasn't itching for a fight but she was wanting to stretch her legs and solo-remarking took time. Enough time to get rid of the hurt.
Coming to the border with LightingClan the she-cat stopped in her tracks. The forest fire that had burned a chunk of the border and parts of the Wildflower clearing were just starting to mend. Grass sprouted and fallen tree branches were slowly being reclaimed by moss. It was slow but it proved just how eternal the forest actually was.
Careful now because of the still active warning about breaking tree limbs, she picked her away toward various scent markings. Duskrose kept an ear perked for sounds of coming cats, friendly or otherwise. Her nose was busy picking out various scents through the remains of the burnt smell. Her chosen task was a good distraction and after awhile Duskrose fell into the routine of it.
 She was a bit like spring;
wild as the wind
fickle as the weather,
but her love ran deep as tree roots. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 11:21:16 GMT -5
It’s not my time, I'm not going, there's a fear in me and it’s not showing.
This could be the end of me and everything I know...
Mudpelt worried when he went out by himself, but Blazefang got tired of being chaperoned everywhere like a kit. His leg was achy due to the wind, but not unbearably so, and he hadn't had a day out on his own in a while now. He was determined not to let his leg get in the way today, striding out of camp almost as though nothing was wrong. He favored his bad leg only a little, careful not to put too much weight on it when he stepped with it.
He made sure to leave while both his brothers were out, Gustclaw on patrol and Mudpelt with his new apprentice. Firebird asked him where he was going, but he only told her he was going to stretch his legs. It wasn't a lie. He padded on at a leisurely pace, enjoying the feel of the wind in his fur despite how the chill of it made his leg ache. The urge to run struck him, to let loose and just race through the vast fields and meadows that LightningClan claimed as home.
But when his leg was hurting at all... running wasn't a good choice. He knew that by now, and angrily quashed the desire, forcing himself to keep up his leisurely pace instead. If he closed his eyes, let the wind take his imagination away, he could almost feel like he was running. But there was so strain in his muscles, no grass and dirt flying by beneath his paws, no excited pick up in his heartbeat. So it wasn't the same.
Ears twitching back, Blazefang sighed as he plodded on. He wondered what Dovesong and Windstrike thought of his condition. Would his father be disappointed he couldn't be a warrior anymore? He suddenly regretted that he'd been too stubborn to ever tell the silver tom how much he looked up to him. He remembered hearing stories as a kit about his father and various battles. He remembered all the tom's scars, and how starkly they contrasted him against his mate's pristine white fur.
He was struck by a deep sense of loneliness, thinking about his parents. They had died together, joined StarClan only days apart from each other. And now that he was older, looking back, he could remember how deeply in love they were. A love so strong it was conveyed in a looks so intense he remembered not being able to watch it for more than a few heartbeats as a kit. He thought it was gross.
Pausing on a hilltop that led down a gentle slope toward the TreeClan border, he wondered briefly, now that he was out here in private where no one would ever know, what it was like to be loved like that. Then he snorted and shook his head. He was a crippled elder, no cat would ever love him like that. It was stupid anyway. He had his brothers, that's all he really needed. A sound behind him had him whipping around, heart racing as memories of Gray came rushing back to him.
But it wasn't gray fur that he saw. It was red, and one of the many reasons Mudpelt worried about him on his own. The fox crouched, drooling, its yellow eyes trained on him. Foxdung! He took off without another thought about his leg. It hurt to run on it, but trying to deal with the fox on his own, in his condition, would do more than hurt. He didn't even think about the fact that he was running toward the TreeClan border. The fox was blocking his way back to camp, there wasn't anywhere else to go.
He streaked closer to the border, the fox giving chase and growing steadily closer, and spotted another cat, “RUN!” He yowled at her, too late to change course. He was leading the fox right to her. Foxdung! Well, there were worse ways to go (like drowning in snow). He skidded to a halt before he reached the border, spinning back around, the fox running straight at him. It seemed surprised he had stopped, hesitating, and he took the chance it offered, screeching as he leaped onto the creature's back and dug his claws in, hanging on for all he was worth and trying to reach its neck with his teeth as it yelped and squirmed and thrashed and rolled, trying to dislodge him. His leg screamed at him, but he only dug his claws in harder, hoping the she-cat would at least get away.
But it’s not my time, I'm not going, there's a will in me and now it’s gonna show.
This could be the end of me and everything I know, but I won't go. Hellion (she's probably going to have to help him limp back home when this thread is over, or maybe take him to TC for treatment, that would be fun xD)
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Post by Hellion on Nov 19, 2017 23:07:56 GMT -5
Duskrose, Warrior of TreeClan
Thankful that the border was quiet, Duskrose slowed down her pace. She moved between each marker with a comfortable ease. Rubbing her chin on a ceratin tree she felt an uneasiness creep upon her. Something felt wrong, birds had stopped chirping. Feeling the tension grow in her chest, Duskrose rose to full height and used her ears to try and pinpoint any danger.
Nothing came to her right away but Duskrose refused to relax. Instead of returning to her task, she moved gradually toward the LightingClan border. Maybe there were lurking enemies, while she wouldn't take any of them on, she wanted proof before telling Lionstar. Pausing just before the actual scent marking for LightingClan, Duskrose scented it. Fox!.
Her muscles tensed and her heart picked up to a rapid pace. She wasn't foolish enough to try and find the terrible creature but it seemed StarClan had other plans for her. Running toward her was a tom-cat that Duskrose knew was coming from LightingClan. At first, she wanted to run for the safety of her own camp, but her paws remained stuck in the ground. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself for letting him be injured by the fox, rival or not.
Dodging to the side and watching the fox head straight for him. She couldn't waste any more time. The tom had provided an ample distraction for the creature and gave Duskrose plenty of time to come close and stage her own attack.
Sprinting toward the beast she leaped with her claws outstretched and latched herself onto the flank of the fox. Not caring about 'proper' battling tactic, Duskrose dug her teeth and claws into the fox's flank. Blood filled her mouth but she wouldn't let go. She held on until the fox gave a sharp outward kick and flexed the muscles in its flank and loosening her hold. Once she let go the fox kicked again this time landing a hit square to her face.
Stumbling backward Duskrose tried to clear away the black spots from her vision before heading back into the fray.
She was a bit like spring;
wild as the wind
fickle as the weather,
but her love ran deep as tree roots. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 12:22:26 GMT -5
It’s not my time, I'm not going, there's a fear in me and it’s not showing.
This could be the end of me and everything I know...
Instead of running like he'd warned her, the she-cat came at the fox, attacking its flank. He hissed in both pain and frustration. If they both died now then his death would be nothing. Who would tell all the Clans about his heroic sacrifice if she died here? But the stress on his leg was becoming too much. For a moment he was afraid if he hung on any longer it would cause irreparable damage, confine him to camp for good, but he didn't have to worry about it. The fox kicked out at the she-cat, bucking, dislodging his grip, and he pushed off the fox's back and rolled away from it, still hissing in pain.
He pushed to his paws as quickly as he could manage, his bad leg barely touching the ground. He couldn't give the fox a weakness to focus on, so she tried not to show it. After all it was a predator just as they were, and it knew how to spot weakness. But it must have noticed anyway, how he didn't put any weight on it, and though the TreeClan she-cat was momentarily stunned, the fox came at him instead. Blazefang's tail lashed and he raised his head, wincing through the pain. So this was it, huh? Well bum leg or no, he wasn't going to just stand there and let himself become fox food.
As the fox got closer, Blazefang raised onto his hind legs and threw his full weight into a blow to the fox's slavering muzzle, sending it reeling. But his own landing was awkward as he tried to keep weight off his leg and he fell to his side. As the fox turned back to him, aiming a vicious bite for his vulnerable belly, he kicked out hard with both hind legs, hitting it square in the face. It yelped and leaped back, and Blazefang was certain he'd caught one of its eyes with his claws.
“You want some more? Come and get it droolface!” he snarled as he tried to scramble back to his paws, but the pain in his leg kept him grounded, panting. He didn't think he had much left in him. At least he might have blinded the thing in one eye, that would be a good reminder for it in the seasons to come. The fox snarled and lunged, and Blazefang's gaze never left its piercing golden eyes as he waited for the final blow. Would Dovesong and Windstrike be waiting for him?
But it’s not my time, I'm not going, there's a will in me and now it’s gonna show.
This could be the end of me and everything I know, but I won't go. Hellion hero Duskrose! xD
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Post by Hellion on Nov 22, 2017 1:42:29 GMT -5
Duskrose, Warrior of TreeClan It took more time then she would have liked to get her vison anywhere close to normal. The kick had been harder then she thought. Once she was able to seet in front of her clearly, Duskrose let out another hiss as the battle was clearly coming to an end. The rival-clan cat had landed a strong blow to the fox's face. She would consider it a praise worthy attack but there was no time for that.
Stumbling once then correcting her paws, Duskrose went toward the fox. This time it was in order to get in front of the other cat. She jumped in front of him and diverted the fox's attention enough to have the fox going after her. Snapping at her heels, she ran toward a tree with exposed roots.
Blood was seeping down the vulpine's face and mingled with his jaws but Duskrose had a plan. She went into the roots and maneuvered it enough to come out on the other side but the fox was too large to do the same. Instead, the creature had its head and one foreleg stuck. Realizing her plan worked, Duskrose turned around and laid waste to the fox's face.
Her claws dug deep and the creature let out an unholy wail as Duskrose's claws worsened the eye damage. After the first attack, she backed off. The fox was still stuck but starting to break the roots that trapped it. She wasn't strong enough to kill it on her own, the beast was strong and quick even if it was wounded.
Deciding it was better to live to fight another day, Duskrose opted to run back to camp. As she turned to sprint she realized the rival-clan cat hadn't moved much. She knew there wasn't much time left if they wanted to escape. They need to go now!
"We have to make a run for it, can you run? I can try and help you but we need to go now!" She urged him upon returning to his side. She could hear the cracking of the roots and panic was starting to creep in. Time was slipping away.
She was a bit like spring;
wild as the wind
fickle as the weather,
but her love ran deep as tree roots. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 2:30:03 GMT -5
It’s not my time, I'm not going, there's a fear in me and it’s not showing.
This could be the end of me and everything I know...
The TreeClan she-cat was suddenly in front of him, blocking his view of the fox. Blazefang hissed in surprise. What was she doing? She was supposed to be running. And then she was running, but the fox was on her heels. This wasn't going at all how he planned. It took him a long moment to recover enough strength to try to get up again, but at last he managed to push himself to his paws, careful to keep all weight off his bad leg. It felt like it was on fire... or how he imagined being on fire would feel. He hadn't had the pleasure of finding out in the recent fire that had ravaged LightningClan's territory.
His gaze narrowed slightly as he looked after the she-cat and the fox, taking a moment to spot them among the trees. His tail lashed behind him in frustration. He should be fighting the stupid thing, not standing here like a useless lump. But he was out of practice after several moons as an elder, he didn't have the endurance he had once had, and the pain in his leg sapped his strength even more. This was why he had retired, but coming face to face with the very good reasons it had to happen didn't make it any easier to bear.
Before he could figure out what to do, how he could help, the she-cat was haring back toward him. He expected to see the fox in hot pursuit, but it wasn't. His ears pricked with interest as she stopped by his side, her words tumbling from her muzzle in a desperate rush. Run? Every hair on his pelt protested that idea. He didn't run from danger, from battle! But.... His tail lashed again and he gritted his teeth, giving a short nod, “I can manage. Just don't be stupid and try to sacrifice yourself for me. If I died now I'd just be doing my Clan a favor.” Meanwhile, she clearly still had four good legs, she was a useful member of her Clan.
He had never given much thought to cats outside of LightningClan before. Their lives didn't matter to him. They were all only possible enemies, opponents to meet in battle at some point in the future. But now that he wasn't a warrior anymore, now that he couldn't hunt and fight, he'd been thinking a lot more than he used to, about a lot of things he never used to think about. He nodded again, decisively, allowing her to take some of his weight as they hurried away. Now was no time for pride. The sounds of the fox's struggle gradually grew quieter behind them and Blazefang became more aware of the frantic beating of his own heart. He'd missed this rush. Life as elder was so damn boring.
Despite himself, he started laughing, “THAT was a close one, huh?” He grinned over at the she-cat, adreneline still rushing through his veins, but without the immediate threat of the fox, it only made him feel more alive than he'd felt in moons. The pain in his leg was worth it to be able to feel like this again... like a warrior. He would have leapt, would have run laps around her if he could have. “I bet that fox'll think twice before going after a cat again. You and me made a decent team, don't you think? You fight pretty good... for a TreeClanner,” his tone was teasing, but he was too excited about still being alive to really let Clan rivalries spoil his mood just then. Until he mistepped, tripping over a raised root, and instinctively put out his other leg to catch himself. He snarled as the pain hit him like a bolt of lightning, his leg buckled beneath him, and he fell, cursing.
But it’s not my time, I'm not going, there's a will in me and now it’s gonna show.
This could be the end of me and everything I know, but I won't go. Hellion
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Post by Hellion on Dec 6, 2017 1:47:00 GMT -5
Duskrose, Warrior of TreeClan
Once she got the confirmation that he could get away with her, Duskrose's focus was on that. They moved away from the danger and further into TreeClan territory it wasn't until she couldn't see the border that she stopped. There was a whisper of her mother's words at the back of her head. She was being stupid for bringing a rival cat so far into the territory but considering the situation she couldn't be bothered.
Safely away, Duskrose was glad she wasn't the first one to laugh. The rush of the fight fading from her limbs, leaving her feeling giddy. Tempting fate had sparked her chest to beat faster than a hummingbird and she embraced it. Feeling alive she focused on his word and smiled.
If he wasn't from a rival clan she'd offer to eat a meal with him while they got their wounds looked after. She'd probably also ask him to join her in the camp clearing, share tongues to rid their pelts of blood. They'd talk about the safety of camp. Relive their victory until the moon rose high in the sky before sleep called to them and they went to bed. It was a real snare in her plan to have him belong to LightingClan.
As he continued to talk and Duskrose hung on every word, she felt her cheeks heat up. Even if it was praise from a rival cat, it was still praise, something Duskrose loved and often sought out. "Not too bad yourself," She added with a playful cadence to her voice, but it faded away in a flash as he snarled in pain.
"Are you okay?! Did you get hurt?" She asked before dropping to the ground as well and pressing close to him, allow full support to stand again when he could. "I can take you to Falconstorm or back to LightingClan whichever you prefer," She told him the concern clear in her voice.
She was a bit like spring;
wild as the wind
fickle as the weather,
but her love ran deep as tree roots. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 11:48:23 GMT -5
It’s not my time, I'm not going, there's a fear in me and it’s not showing.
This could be the end of me and everything I know...
Blazefang panted on the ground and fire in his leg slowly receded to a dull burn, his pelt twitching in surprise as the she-cat lowered herself to press against him, offering him support. Back to LightningClan. That would be ideal. Squinting through the pain, he cast a glance back the way they'd come and cursed silently. As much as he didn't want to admit it, even to himself, LightningClan's camp might as well have been the Moon Tree for all that he thought he could make it there in his current condition.
He gritted his teeth and shook his head, “I can't....” It was very clear in the way the words seemed to claw their way from his throat how very difficult it was for Blazefang to admit he could not do something. “I... I have a bad leg. It broke... never healed right. I... I can't go back.” His ears pressed flat to his head at the admission, tail lashing in frustration, voice lowered bitterly, “I can't make it.” His leg needed rest. He needed something for the pain.
“How... how far is your camp?” closer than LightningClan's, that's for sure. With a grunt and more panting, he managed to push back to three paws, holding his bad leg gingerly over the ground. Mudpelt was going to give him an earful when he got home. He wasn't looking forward to it. Maybe spending a little time in TreeClan's camp wouldn't be so bad, even if their territory did make him feel claustrophobic. Of course, Lionstar didn't have to let him in, either, and then what would he do? Whatever, he'd manage somehow.
But it’s not my time, I'm not going, there's a will in me and now it’s gonna show.
This could be the end of me and everything I know, but I won't go. Hellion (short post for me too lol, you can have them arrive at TC camp in your next post and maybe tag justice and fawn?)
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Post by Hellion on Dec 12, 2017 2:47:21 GMT -5
Duskrose, Warrior of TreeClan
Duskrose didn't waver, instead, she focused more on his breathing and the nature of any possible wounds. The coopery scent of blood wasn't hanging in the air instead it smelled drying. The wounds on her own body were superfical and stopped bleeding awhile ago. Not that her health was currently a concern.
Hearing that he wouldn't be able to get back to LightingClan only solidified Duskrose plan of taking him to Falconstorm. Bracing herself to be a support for him, Duskrose wanted to offer him all sorts of encouragement but something in her said he wouldn't appreciate it. Instead, she remained silent as he explained his situation and was there when he managed to get himself up.
Flicking her own tail to touch his flank, a reminder for him to lean on her, they set off.
Thankfully that when they ran together, Duskrose's paws carried toward home. They both ended up closer to camp. It would be a quick walk, but Duskrose didn't account for an injured cat making such a trek.
On four good legs it would have taken her a few minutes but with him, beside her, those minutes seemed to stretch on for hours, but she never did complain.
Arriving in camp they were met with a rush of cats. Some hostile toward a strange scent in their home but Duskrose was first to explain the situation and Falconstorm was sought out. Dunefang overheard the chatter and came to his sister's aid. He whiskered her away to look at her and groom away the blood. Duskrose looked back at the tom before he too was whisked away, Duskrose assumed it was to Falconstorm's den.
"I never got his name,"She told Dunefang as he tried to assess the scraps to her fur.
"Why does it matter? He is just some random LightingClan cat," He replied which only earned a glare from his sister.
"He isn't random, he helped me fight a fox,"
"And the next time you see him he might fight you," He reminded her with a flick of his tail to her nose to be playful, but she didn't smile. Instead, she looked back toward the medicine cat's den. Wishing she could see him and thank him properly.
She was a bit like spring;
wild as the wind
fickle as the weather,
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