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Post by Insidious on Nov 11, 2017 15:05:21 GMT -5
Take Hold of Your Rebel Soul So this is what TreeClan smelt like. If she could sum it up in one word, it’d have to be—“Ew.” Graykit all but recoiled from the stench, but she forced herself to trudge onwards. She already made it this far, and she had to act fast before someone back in camp realized she was missing.
The idea that she could be punished for leaving camp didn’t cross her mind. After she brought up the part of NightClan territory that TreeClan stole from them in a conversation with her lazy-bones father, she suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about it. If he was the clever warrior that he claimed to be, then how come she didn’t see him out here with the exact same plan?
Possibly because it was a very, very bad plan, but Graykit didn’t have the senses to stop and think about what her actions could truly amount to. This was supposed to be NightClan territory, so NightClan territory it would be. She’d sink her kitten claws into the first trespassing TreeClanner she saw.
“Yoohoo!” She shouted, clumsily pushing though a bundle of brambles to the other side of an open clearing. Where were those so-called TreeClan cats hiding? Did they even exist? “You lot aren’t doing a very good job of patrollin’. Where is that Mousestar of yours so I can teach him a lesson?” Her fur was fluffed up, and her upper lip was peeled back over a row of little teeth. In her mind, she was the picture of danger at its finest, but to a TreeClan warrior she’d be about the size of the mouse she was referring to their leader as. It was a miracle that she’d gotten this far from camp on her own without becoming fox food.
In the distance, a rumble of thunder pushed through the sky. Unprepared, Grakyit practically leaped out of her skin. She'd never heard a sound like that before. Clearly, StarClan was coming to back her up in her mission. Graykit, 3 Moons, NightClan 1-2 TreeClan warriors are welcome to join, and then eventually a NightClan warrior to drag Graykit back to camp || Words || Open
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Post by Taxx on Nov 12, 2017 22:34:50 GMT -5
Finchpaw So many times it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Finchpaw crept through the grass on the trail of a squirrel, freezing as it paused to sit back with an acorn in its paws, sharp teeth cracking the nut for the insides. It didn't look wary, which meant it hadn't seen or heard him. Good. A careful step, another, and he was close enough. Back legs braced to propel him forward, but before he had, a shrill squeal cut through the air. And the squirrel, panicked, dropped the acorn and darted for a tree. Finchpaw sprang after it, one paw flashing out a second too slow, the claws of his foot passing harmlessly through the squirrel's tail fur. Finchpaw stared after the creature for a moment, tail flicking in annoyance, before turning. That call had been a cat, but the voice had been too squeaky to belong to anything but a kit. Parting his jaws to breath in the scent, Finchpaw's lip curled at the unexpected fresh stench of NightClan. "Who's there?" he challenged, fur bristling over his body and ears pinning flat. The flash of gray directed him, and he halted at the sight of the kit. The smell rising from her soft fur declared her the source of the reek of NightClan, and he wondered how she'd found her way onto TreeClan territory. Was NightClan so dark-hearted as to use a kit as a distraction? Finchpaw's tail lashed. "What are you doing on TreeClan territory, kit? You're a bit far from your camp, aren't you? Turn around and go home- I don't know what NightClan teaches its kits, but wandering into another Clan's land is a good way to get yourself in trouble."Insidious Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must FIGHT just to keep them ALIVE
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 22:59:04 GMT -5
MAplebROOk 29 Moons || She-Cat || TreeClan Maplebrook was hunting, the silver tabby kept low to the ground to allow for best sneaking up on prey and she could not help the audable groan of annoyance as not only one but two young voices interupted her lovely time. The warrioress made her way over to the source of the noise, only to find a Nightclan kit and a apprentice of Treeclan, which she immediately recognised as Finchpaw, wasn't he Thornpaw's brother? Maplebrook did not really keep a lot of tabs on the apprentices that did not directly interact with her own.
" You are a long way from home little one, It's dangerous to be here alone, something might hurt you" She scolded gently, in a much kinder voice than the one Finchpaw had used. She did not want to scare the poor kit, just remind her that this was not a safe place for kit's to be. " Come on, I will walk you back to Nightclan, Finchpaw, would you like to come?' She directled her question at her clanmate, the kit was not given a choice and Maplebrook was in no mood to deal with disobdience.
She was a princess,
with the strength of a warrior Insidious, If Treeclan doesn't kill her, her mother will.... Taxx
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Post by Insidious on Nov 13, 2017 12:39:44 GMT -5
Take Hold of Your Rebel Soul Someone was approaching—finally—and Graykit puffed out her chest fur, sucked in her lower lip aggressively, and braced herself for an oncoming attack. She wouldn't put anything past these territory-thieves. By the time Finchpaw was standing in front of her, clearly unamused by her presence on their freshly secured land, Graykit was clumsily jumping from paw to paw in a manner she deemed taunting. He was a lot bigger than she was, but one thing she never lacked was confidence. His battle strategy was words of all things, and the NightClan kit's expression immediately soured. She didn't come all of this way to sit around and talk. "This was NightClan territory first!" Graykit's tone hit a cringe-worthy note. Angry as she was, it came across as more of a whine than the factual declaration she wanted it to be. His next words, however, actually made her laugh. Another cat, a warrior, had arrived, and assuming that she'd be more help in delivering her to Mousestar, she accompanied her last words to Finchpaw with a meaningful cold shoulder. "Wande—what did you say? Oh!—wandering into another Clan's land definitely can cause trouble, I'll get behind what you're saying there. Maybe you should've had that advice ready for your Clanmates before they stole from us!"
Not only that, but Pinestar was forced to prematurely give up her position, too. The only qualities Graykit had seen from TreeClan in her short life thus far were greed and meanness (she would've used a more befitting word if she knew one at the time).
Her expectations for Maplebrook fell short, and disappointment was heavy in the narrowing of Graykit's eyes. "You will walk me—wait, what? Stop right there." Graykit recoiled from the TreeClan warrior as if she'd actually been struck by her. She might as well have been after an insane assumption like that. "Obviously you don't know who I am, so let's clear the air right here and now. Not even my momma tells me what I'm going to do. You're not walking me anywhere." Graykit huffed, offended. These TreeClan cats were nothing like what she expected. Didn't they understand that she was here to challenge their great and noble Mousestar?
"I'm going to see that lousy leader of yours and give him a piece of my mind. Don't get in my way again if you're just going to waste my time." Defiant, Graykit brushed past Maplebrook and Finchpaw—she made an effort to forcefully push her weight against the side of Finchpaw's leg, oblivious to the fact she couldn't actually knock him off balance—but StarClan had other plans for the little terror.
There was a tree root sticking out of the ground, and one of her tiny paws got tangled up in it as she was walking. With a squeak, Graykit hit the ground with an audible thud. She immediately felt a stab of pain shoot up her leg, but she grit her teeth together in an ugly attempt to mask weakness in front of her enemies. Graykit, 3 Moons, NightClan Taxx /Finchpaw + @kahani /Maplebrook || Words || Notes
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Post by Taxx on Nov 13, 2017 23:41:05 GMT -5
Finchpaw So many times it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Maplebrook's voice pulled Finchpaw's attention to her, and while he wasn't all that pleased at the gentle tone of her voice, at least he had a warrior to back him up. Who did this little pipsqueak think she was, strolling around on land that belonged to an enemy Clan? Oh, how naive. Finchpaw didn't bother holding back a snort of amusement. "So what if NightClan had it first? That doesn't mean anything. We have it now, and we'll keep it, by fighting if necessary." Besides, if NightClan did take it back, wouldn't that be, in effect, stealing? "What do you know about my Clanmates? I didn't tell them to take this land, but I sure cheered them on when I knew they'd be trying."A glance at Maplebrook again, his stance shifting to show his reluctance at her offer. Go with her, into NightClan territory, with this little mouse-sized kit? It didn't sound all that fun. The kit's reaction mirrored his own silent thoughts, but with a flicker of irritation that she thought she had any say in what they did with her. "You don't have to walk," he replied, claws unsheathing to sink into the ground. "We could carry you. You probably wouldn't make it the whole way back anyway."Still. He didn't move as she pushed past (her little frame leaning into a hind leg with all the force she could muster, which almost made him snicker again at her attempt.) A twitch of his ears as he tracked her, his tail flicking in another burst of amusement. "You do know..." he started, intending to inform her she was going the wrong way, but she'd tripped already and he heaved a huge sigh. "You're ruining my assessment," he complained as he strode over to her and paused once he was at her side again. "I'm meant to be hunting prey, not chasing bothersome little NightClan kits around." His head tipped at the expression on her face and he glanced back at Maplebrook. "Maybe we should take her to camp, and let Lionstar decide what to do with her. After all, we can't just leave her out here" (no matter how tempting) "Or some fox or badger- or Demon- will have themselves a nice little snack." Insidious @kahani
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must FIGHT just to keep them ALIVE
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 5:31:29 GMT -5
MAplebROOk 29 Moons || She-Cat || TreeClan "You will walk me—wait, what? Stop right there." The little Nightclan kit clearly didn't understand the concept of respect for other's, especially those older than she and Maplebrook stared blankly at the kit as she continued her ramble. "Obviously you don't know who I am, so let's clear the air right here and now. Not even my momma tells me what I'm going to do. You're not walking me anywhere."
" You are right, I don't know who you are and frankly I don't care, I have better things to do than chase kits around, especially since it's clear your parent's don't know you are here, so either you come with me back home or we take you to see Lionstar and see what he has to say hmmm?" She scolded the kit, eyes narrowing as she attempted to grab the kit by the scuff.
" Come on Finchpaw, if Nightclan is this lax with their kits we are keeping her alive if we take her back to Lionstar" she muttered through gritted teeth as she glanced at the apprentice beside her. She was not an ideal warrior, nor someone that Finchpaw might get along with, but she was at least an adult and have enough sense to act rather than argue pointlessly with a kit of all things.
" Your momma will be the least of your worries out here little one, count yourself lucky Finchpaw found you" For a cat attempting to get a mouth full of kit scuff, she was sure talking a lot and after that statement she shut up and allowed herself to continue fussing over the tiny lost kit. She was a princess,
with the strength of a warrior Fawn , May as well give the kit what she wants, this is for Lionstar. Insidious, Lilyfrost is going to near murder her own kit when she gets back Taxx , Finchpaw is awesome.
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