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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2017 22:44:00 GMT -5
If it feels good, tastes good, It must be mine...
It had been too long, in Darkstorm's opinion, since TreeClan had stolen a portion of NightClan's territory to hunt on. Too long without action, without retaliation, without retribution. Darkstorm's aims today were not quite so lofty. Despite wanting nothing more than to lead an entire party of warriors right into TreeClan's camp to teach the filthy squirrelchasers just what it meant to mess with NightClan, she didn't have the authority to do such a thing and knew that she would never be able to rally enough cats to the cause.
Pinestar's wounds were nothing to sneeze at, and they had forced the leader to come to the decision to step down from her post, crippling her in such a capacity that she felt she could no longer serve NightClan the way the Clan needed her to. TreeClan had taken more than just territory from NightClan, and fury scorched through Darkstorm's veins. She had hardly been Pinestar for very long at all. And before her Dimstar had been taken from his Clan too early as well. She had never imagined that she would see three different leaders take over NightClan when she was barely a warrior (by age only, of course).
For all the offense that TreeClan had shown her Clan with this stealing of territory and prey and leadership, Darkstorm was done standing by doing nothing about it. So she had put forth the idea to Sootfeather, who had in turn told her brother Ashfang, though she had warned the other she-cat off of telling her second brother, Coalmask. She lied, she told her she didn't want to draw too much attention, but really she just didn't trust the tom's training. Hollystorm had been much less than an ideal mentor. A real disappointment, considering how great her father was.
But she had a feeling that reasoning wouldn't go over well with Sootfeather or Ashfang. She would do this herself if she had to, but she preferred to have backup should any TreeClan filth show up. She knew she was good in a fight, but she wasn't quite arrogant enough to believe she could take on a whole patrol on her own. The fur along her spine rose slightly as she led Ashfang and his sister toward the newly marked border with TreeClan. She wished it were her sisters behind her instead, but she wasn't sure they would approve, that they would agree and come with and not try to talk her out of this instead. She was past talking. But it felt wrong going into this without her sisters at her sides.
When they reached the border, Darkstorm didn't stop, didn't hesitate, stepping over the scent markers as if they were not there at all. She wasn't there to remark the border. For all she was concerned, it didn't exist. This was NightClan land. Always had been and always would be. No stupid scent markers could change that. Sootfeather nodded at her and separated from them, jaws parted in search of prey. She paused herself, scenting the air. TreeClan stench seemed like it was everywhere, though it was only her anger clouding over reality. Turning her fiery orange gaze to Ashfang, she jerked her head toward the direction of the true border, “Wanna come with me to take back some of what they stole?”
Not waiting for an answer, she strode forward, padding past pines that were slowly beginning to intermingle with oaks and maples and birches and other such trees she didn't care to name. And there was the deer path, and then it was behind her. This was foreign territory. Enemy territory. Her claws unsheathed, scraping the dirt beneath her paws, leaving her mark. NightClan was here.
Heroes always get remembered, But you know legends never die. @medusa Taxx
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2017 16:45:46 GMT -5
NIGHTCLAN - WARRIOR ASHFANG The grey tom had been pacing about the camp, infuriated that no action had been taken to counteract Treeclan's selfishness. His tail was lashing so angrily that he almost hit his sister in the face - Ashfang turned his head to mutter an apology when Sootfeather put forward the best idea he'd heard in ages. He eagerly agreed, glancing at Darkstorm, whom had proposed the plan in the first place.
His thick fur remained flat as the trio wandered through the pine forest, a goal clear in their minds. Ashfang's orange eyes blazed with anger, almost hoping they were caught so he could slash some foxhearts' muzzles. As the forest turned to oak and the putrid stench of Treeclanners entered his nose, Ashfang's ears twitched but he gave no notice, no recognition to the false scent line.
The warrior nodded a farewell to Sootfeather as she broke off in search of prey, planning to go in the opposite direction when Darkstorm caught his attention.
“Wanna come with me to take back some of what they stole?”
Brief confusion flickered across his face before an eager light glinted in his eyes. An eye for an eye, prey for prey. These Treeclanners knew what they did was wrong but they did it anyway, and now they were going to pay the price.
"I'd love to." He laughed, following after the she-cat as she continued deeper into the territory. Ashfang parted his jaws as they entered Treeclan's original territory - catching the scent of a blackbird. The grey tom slunk away from Darkstorm, crouching low as he heard it pecking about a log. It was distracted, probably searching for grubs, and was an easy target. Lazily moving forward, Ashfang crept quietly into pouncing distance and paused before leaping forward; silencing the bird before it could make a startled cheep. Smirking, the tom moved back where he left Darkstorm.
"Their prey is just as slow as they are." He growled. Ashfang was tempted to eat the bird there and then, leaving the bones for the enemy to find - but no matter where prey was caught, the kits, queens and elders must have their fill first.
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Post by Taxx on Nov 11, 2017 15:52:05 GMT -5
Hunting on TreeClan territory? Sootfeather had agreed wholeheartedly, which was why she was now watching from their side as Darkstorm and Ashfang strode straight over the marker into the stolen territory. She kept them in sight, even as she turned to start her own hunt, ears pricked at the soft sounds of paw steps and the muffled thump as one of them pounced on prey of some sort.
It was a deliberate movement; it told TreeClan that they didn't agree with the theft, that they didn't recognize that the other Clan had ownership of the land. It still belonged to NightClan, no matter that TreeClan had marked it as theirs, and it was the NightClan cats' right to hunt on their own land.
A slow stalk as she spotted a mouse creeping through the grass ahead of her, tail held perfectly still as she set her paws down, tensing- and springing, a paw landing squarely on the little creature and killing it neatly. Scratching pine needles over the catch, she turned toward the border and pricked her ears up. A low purr of laughter and she replied with a sneer. "This will be too easy. They're all in their nests, sleeping. By the time they find out, we'll be back in camp and there won't be anything they can do about it."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 17:55:38 GMT -5
If it feels good, tastes good, It must be mine...
Watching Ashfang slip off after the scent of a blackbird, Darkstorm kept alert for any nearby TreeClan cats. Slinking carefully through the thicker undergrowth in TreeClan's part of the forest, she kept silent and mindful of where the wind was taking her scent as she remained close enough to Ashfang to aid him, should an enemy appear in the midst of his hunt. She wasn't expecting anything, after all it was the middle of the night and the other Clans ought to be fast asleep, but that didn't mean she was going to let her guard down in enemy territory.
He returned to her shortly, carrying his catch, and she purred at his comment, “Of course, how else would TreeClan survive otherwise?” Her burning orange gaze turned deeper into TreeClan's territory, as if she could see straight to the heart of their enemy's camp, daring them to come out and play. A few bats swooped by overheard, but Darkstorm forced herself to ignore them. They might be in TreeClan territory but she doubted bat made its way to TreeClan's freshkill pile very often, being that they were day dwellers and didn't generally hunt at night. She was here to take prey that rightfully belonged to TreeClan, to make up for some of the prey their enemy had already stolen from them.
“My turn,” she purred lowly, whiskers twitching with amusements as she stalked off through the undergrowth, jaws parted to scent any nearby prey. Her ears twitched at the soft nibbling sounds of a rodent close by and she paused, pinpointing it before moving forward once more, slower. A mouse nibbled at a seed near the roots of some plant or another, and Darkstorm made quick work of it, though, not being used to so much undergrowth, she did end up rustling the plant in the process. She swore silently as she turned to carry her prey back to Ashfang, dropping it beside his blackbird, “What do you think? Another piece of prey each?”
Heroes always get remembered, But you know legends never die. @medusa Taxx (I'm thinking some TC cats can show up in my next post? Taxx, you can have Soot join them if you want, or she can hear them fighting and join them during our next round of posts)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 16:32:37 GMT -5
NIGHTCLAN - WARRIOR ASHFANG The grey tom nodded agreement to his sister with a purr of approval - like Sootfeather said, those lazy fleabags were too lazy to know what was going on. Even if they did, he doubt any of them had the spine to stop it - only cowards would do such a thing to Pinestar. His claws dug deep into the ground as he remembered the injury that caused Pinestar to retire early.
“Of course, how else would TreeClan survive otherwise?”
Ashfang smirked at Darkstorm's reply, watching the black and ginger she-cat slink off into the Treeclan's undergrowth. As she left, the grey tom stared around the territory; his burning orange glare almost hopeful that a Treeclan cat would show their face, just so he could scratch it. Sure, he might be scolded by Foxstar and Briarthroat - but he wouldn't care too deeply. They were thieves, scum, and they should be treated as such.
His ears twitched and his head swiveled around as Darkstorm returned with a plump mouse locked in her jaws. He swished his tail at the sight of it, pleased that Nightclan would still be thriving, even if Treeclan tried to take their territory away.
“What do you think? Another piece of prey each?”
"You read my mind," Ashfang purred, his eyes narrowing in anticipation, "It's not like those fat cats need any of this prey." The bulky tom turned on his heel and slunk back into the undergrowth, the forest still ripe with the sounds of small creatures. | let's do this | TAG | @zen TaxxMADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by Taxx on Nov 22, 2017 20:06:45 GMT -5
Sootfeather purred at the comments, made solely at TreeClan's expense. But they deserved it- land thieves, prey stealers. She, Darkstorm and Ashfang were just taking what was their due. Crouched on the NightClan side of the border, the black she-cat watched as Ashfang dropped a blackbird, a catch followed shortly by Darkstorm's mouse. "One more for each of us, I think," she replied, straightening and striding boldly over the border to join her Clanmates.
Her ears pricked for the sound of prey, her mouth opening for the scents of mouse or rabbit or whatever sort of birds were around. Mouse scent reached her, and the young warrior went into a crouch instantly, stalking away from her Clanmates in search of the little creature, ducking her head to slink beneath a bush and freezing when she spotted it. A moment to ready herself and then she sprang, landing squarely on the mouse and killing it quickly.
She hadn't had to come across the border, but where was the fun in making TreeClan regret their actions if she was just going to sit on her side of the border and watch? Joining in to actually take prey was much more satisfactory. Picking up the mouse, Sootfeather headed back to Darkstorm and Ashfang, only to freeze as the suddenly fresh scent of TreeClan cats reached her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2017 12:03:29 GMT -5
Emberstorm padded at the head of the patrol of tired TreeClan cats. Stonejaw yawned beside her, “This is stupid... if NightClan tries to take back the territory we won, we can just fight them for it again during the day like normal.”
Emberstorm shot him a disapproving look and he grunted back at her, making it clear he would much rather be sleeping than traipsing through the territory in the middle of the night. Nightsky trotted along beside Sparrowtail, who was also barely awake, but at least wasn't complaining like Stonejaw.
The other tom had more to add, “How are we even supposed to fight anyone right now? We're half asleep.”
“Stonejaw, enough,” Emberstorm growled moodily, “Your complaints won't suddenly make the sun rise or grant us all boundless energy.”
Nightsky's ears flicked back. His Clanmates were so unhappy when they were awake at night. He had been on nearly every night patrol to the new NightClan border, after all Gorsetail knew he usually stayed up all night, and they were pretty much all the same. Nightsky had been rather excited about the night patrols, and still was to some extent. He was fully awake and alert on all of them, no cat could grumble about him not keeping up or paying attention. It was just a shame his Clanmates were generally too tired to notice or care.
Nightsky paused as the rest of the patrol trudged on, listening to Sontejaw's complaining. Ears twitching, he listened intently, ignoring the other tom's voice. Sparrowtail noticed a few moments later that he was no longer beside her and stopped, “Nightsky? Are you all right?”
That made Emberstorm and Stonejaw stop as well, looking back at him. With the brief silence, the low murmur of other voices became apparent, even to the rest of the tired patrol. The possible threat did well in waking the other three up and Emberstorm turned to them all, voice low and quiet, “Stonejaw, come with me, we'll circle around this way. Nightsky and Sparrowtail, keep on the same path, but don't let them notice you. We'll attack on my signal. Let's try the Lightning Strike, that should scare them off.”
Sparrowtail nodded solemnly and Emberstorm led Stonejaw away. Sparrowtail let Nightsky take the lead, whispering to him as he passed, “Good job.” Nightsky paused to look back at her curiously. Good job? For listening? He shrugged, “Thanks.” With that they fell silent, creeping toward the source of the voices, careful to make sure their scent was blown away rather than toward the trespassers. Once Emberstorm and Stonejaw were in position, the NightClanners would become aware of them, their scent would be blown right to them.
Nightsky and Sparrowtail waited, watching through the undergrowth as a she-cat and a tom conversed. Soon another she-cat joined them. Was that it, or were there more of them? The she-cat that had just arrived froze and Nightsky tensed just as Emberstorm yowled for them to attack. All four rushed forward, yowling their battle cries. Emberstorm leaped for Sootfeather while Stonejaw aimed a blow at Ashfang, snarling an insult.
Darkstorm turned, back arched and spitting, as Nightsky and Sparrowtail charged at her. After a quick assessment, a split second decision, she leaped to meet Nightsky. The tom was small, scrawny, he'd be easy to send running back to camp. Then he could deal with his partner easily enough on her own. Nightsky was more agile than she anticipated, slipping beneath her leap and turning to aim a blow at her flanks. It landed, though it was a pitiful blow in her opinion.
Then Sparrowtail was in front of her, claws aimed at her face. She jerked back from the attack, turning her head to protect her eyes and getting a glancing blow to the cheek instead, and kicked out hard with her hind legs as Nightsky crept in closer behind her, sending him stumbling back. “TreeClan retreat!” Emberstorm yowled above the noise of the fighting, and all four cats tore off into the undergrowth, leaving Darkstorm standing there looking after them, pelt ruffled.
“COWARDS!” she snarled after them, her burning orange gaze whipping around. They couldn't be gone, could they? Had they beaten them so easily? More yowls sounded, this time from the side closer to the NightClan border. And four more cats charged in. How many TreeClanners were lurking out there? Sparrowtail went for Sootfeather this time, while Emberstorm and Nightsky teamed up against Ashfang.
Stonejaw came at Darkstorm, “Did you really think we wouldn't anticipate you filthy foxhearts trying to steal back this territory in the middle of the night?” He swiped his claws at her face and she leaped back with a sneer.
“Why would we ever expect that TreeClan isn't as dumb as we thought?” She dove for the larger tom's paws, knocking one from under him and heaving upward to take advantage of his loss of balance, shoving him onto his side and leaping on top of him before he could recover, battering him with her hind claws. But Stonejaw was a strong tom, he thrust his hind legs up into her belly and flipped her off of him, rolling to his paws and throwing himself at her, “GET OFF OUR LAND!”
Taxx @medusa All of the TC cats are NPCs except Nightsky, who is mine, but you are free to play him as an NPC. He is not a very strong fighter (hence why he has a partner with him) but he is very agile and good at avoiding attacks. He is better at distracting so his partner can attack, and a few decent blows would probably send him running back to camp for help. Also, in case anyone doesn't know, the Lightning Strike is a ThunderClan/TreeClan tactic of hit and run and hit again from a different direction to make the enemy think there are more of you than there really are, hence why they all switched who they attacked the second time around, to keep up the pretense that they are a different patrol altogether. So their first charge they just tried to land a few blows before retreating and doubling back for another 'wave' of attack.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2017 14:16:17 GMT -5
NIGHTCLAN - WARRIOR ASHFANG A stranger's yowl broke Ashfang out of his hunter's focus but instead of floundering, he immediately crouched low in a defensive posture; spinning on his hind legs to face the probably attackers. He vaguely recognized as the tom lunged towards him, his paws outstretched to land a blow on his head.
Reacting like a snake, Ashfang burst his paws out from under him; propelling himself forward to headbutt Stonejaw in the chest, causing the tom to loose his balane but earning himself a headache in the process. As soon as the heavy tom fell backwards, Ashfang leaped onto the tom's stomach, peddling him savagely with his back claws - aiming to tear as much skin up as possible whilst ignoring the tom's painful blows to the top of his head. He didn't care of mercy, he wanted this cat to feel pain.
As soon as it had begun, the Treeclan warriors called for a retreat - Stonejaw wriggling out from under him like an eel as the group vanished into the forests. Ashfang felt bewildered. T-That way was the Nightclan border, though? Four cats burst back out of the bushes, two of which barely left Ashfang enough time to scramble his wit back together.
Two cats, skinny therefore quick. Better keep his blows close. If he could knock one off guard, he could take out the other whilst the second is still reeling. "BRING IT, YOU RATS!" He roared as he braced himself for the two warriors. The ginger she-cat tried to dart to his side, whilst the black tom did the same on the other. He focused on the she-cat first; grabbing her with his front claws and dragging her to the ground. He wasn't flexible but he knew how to use his strength and it was time to bring out the worst in it.
Hissing in rage as the tom leaped onto his back, feeling sharp teeth prickthe back of his neck, Ashfang reared up on his hindlegs, reached skyward with his forepaws and slammed them down as fast and hard as he could onto the she-cat's head, hearing a sickening whack as the blow caused her head to bounce off the ground. Twisting away from the ginger cat, Ashfang dropped his entire body weight to the ground, aiming to crush the black cat, before rolling back to his feet, regardless of whether the tom remained clinging to him.
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