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Post by Ginger on May 13, 2019 23:25:39 GMT -5
Of all the cats coming to this gathering... Wasp-paw flicked his tail irritably as he padded behind Storkleg, his oddly paranoid mentor, into the site of the Gathering. The young bengal just could not understand why his slender mentor was so limited by his own fear. To have fear was to be weak. C'mon. Think positive. Wasp-paw rolled his eyes and tried to focus on anything besides his mentor.
To his bewilderment, Wasp-paw noticed odd cliques of cats forming. Some cats broke away from where their clans sat and chatted up cats from different clans. It was simply appalling. How could someone call themselves a warrior devoted to their clan, yet cozy up to other clans every season?
Disgusted by the amount of fraternizing going on, Wasp-paw moved away from the mingling crowds to a slightly more secluded area in the back of the clearing, making sure to purposefully bump into, step on, and inconvenience cats from every clan, leaving scowls and hushed complaints directed his way. To the few cats who hissed at Wasp-paw as he stepped on toes and tails alike, he would cut them off with: "My bad. I'm terribly clumsy," in the most insincere tone known to cats.
Delighted with his low-key troublemaking, Wasp-paw sat down in the back of the clearing, reveling in the burning glares directed towards him. This was how it should be: cats from other clans were not meant to be friends. Especially when the other clans were only liabilities to Rainclan, full of weakness and betrayal.
Word Count: 255 Hellion Ghost the Undead Goddess Notes: tagging Taxx for the Stork mention
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Post by Hellion on May 13, 2019 23:54:03 GMT -5
{ } I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted Surrender to nothing ~ Brushing her pelt against Privetshade, she walked in stride with her brother. Far more timid than his sister, Privetshade seemed to prefer walking with a sibling opposed to beside a fellow clanmate. Gracklestrike paid no attention to this quirk and had a quick snarl to those who dared to point it out. Settling in once Darkstar took her spot, Gracklestrike was far from relaxed. Eyes watching the gathered cats, claws extending in and out, scraping the ground on their way in. Tense continued to be her natural state. For some, it would be exhausting but for Gracklestrike it fueled her. Ready at any moment for a fight kept her sharp. Only at home did she relax. In the comfort of her nest would the tension cease. Eyes narrowed in on a pair of chatting TreeClan cats, her attention pulled at her brother's small yelp. Tail bristling she turned in time to see and hear a RainClan cat mumble a half-hearted apology. Privetshade's tail had been retucked to his forepaws. It wasn't difficult to guess that the cat had stepped on his tail. Without thinking she rose to her paws and headed after him. Tail lashing in noticeable anger. "Hey! Come back and apologize again," She demanded. If they weren't at a gathering she'd forgo the request and go right into teaching him a lesson. One he'd never forget. ~ GRACKLESTRIKE
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on May 14, 2019 12:53:25 GMT -5
Graywolf NightClan She-Cat 18 Moons There were several things running through the gray feline's head as she trotted comfortably next to those around her from Nightclan as the group made their way to the Gathering. They were once again with strength as Darkstar led the helm and their new deputy, Rainfur, following in suit.
It was her first Gathering since she had earned her warrior name a handful of moons ago, and of course she wore it as a badge of pride.
The troublesome feline was also extremely pleased with the fact that Starclan, or so she assumed that's who did it, picked Darkstar to lead Nightclan. It was time for their clan to be strong and powerful once more, not weighed down by the weaknesses that Foxstar had brought to the clan. Or even that of Pinewhisker before her who stepped down. The warrioress didn't even think Briarthroat would have made as strong a leader as her former mentor.
With her feathered tail curled over her back and flickering almost methodically, Graywolf parted from her clanmates as soon as they hit the ground covered in mix scents from those clans who had already arrived before the clan that lived among the pine forests.
Vivid green pools slowly raked over those around her, mischief bubbling within her chest as the renown Nightclan troublemaker tried to figure out what she could do to pass the time before the leaders decided to talk about what may or may not be bothering their clans at the moment.
Graywolf could have cared less about the actual politics of the five clans that lived among the valley, such a thing had never been her strong suit. But the thrill of causing chaos always captured her attention like a moth to a flame. She slightly wished Crowflame was here, the gray she-cat loved causing trouble with her sister.
The sound of a fellow clanmate's meow pulled Graywolf's attention away from a group of apprentices who seemed to be mingling with each other. Shredded ear flickering, a faint reminder of her battles with Treeclan in the recent past, green pools focused on Gracklestrike as she padded demanding after some Rainclanner.
Perfect!
A smirk curled across Graywolf's maw as the older of the two Nightclan she-cats, both trained by their new leader who stood proud among the others, made her way to where Gracklestrike stood with Wasp-paw. Her movements almost a lazy trot as her hips sashayed with each movement of her narrow paws while she slipped in and out of the shadows of the overhanging trees.
"Why, Gracklestrike," Graywolf's tone was a silky purr, but her green gaze gave away the troublesome intentions that were running through her mind. "Did you find a little fish to play with?" Quickly her fierce gaze cut over to the apprentice, she hadn't missed the way he had purposefully stepped on and bumped into those around him as he made his way to this position in the clearing.
The older she-cat flickered that pretty feathered tail of her's again, despite the pretty outlook of Graywolf, she was just as dangerous and fierce as her namesake. Especially when it came to those outside of Nightclan's borders and delightful scents.
I'm Trouble, Y'all 541 Words || Ginger Hellion @zen (Darkstar)|| She's ready to play! xD
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Post by Ginger on May 14, 2019 23:08:53 GMT -5
At the sound of footsteps approaching him, Wasp-paw cocked his head to the left, noticing a rather angry looking she-cat heading his way. A devious feeling curled the tips of his mouth into a sly grin. "Oh, but that was the best apology someone like you could hope for," the bengal mockingly said. It was true to him. This cat reekedof toads and snakes, meaning she was from Nightclan. Disgusting. Wasp-paw eyed her up and down, taking in her tall yet slender build. He could take her on. Easy.
More footsteps alerted Wasp-paw, causing his head to swivel from left to right, seeing a grey she-cat approaching him with a troubling glint in her eyes. Wasp-paw knew that look. It was one he had every time he was about to start a fight. One cat, he could take. But two, this could potentially prove to be a challenge.
Wasp-paw sunk his claws into the ground, itching for a fight. His vision went red for a moment at Graywolf calling him a fish. "Oh please. I'd rather be a fish than a stinking toad," he spat out, his temperstarting to get the better of him. The young bengal stood up defiantly, glaring up at the two warriors. They wouldn't dare actually do anything. Would they?
Word Count: 217 Hellion Ghost the Undead Goddess
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Post by Hellion on May 20, 2019 16:19:56 GMT -5
{ } I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted Surrender to nothing ~ Eye shifting to glance toward Graywolf, Gracklestrike offered only a flick of her ear in welcome. Too worked up to care, a small bit of Gracklestrike appreciated Graywolf's arrival. She knew that taking him one would be easy. Graywolf would just prolong the fun. But alas it wouldn't matter in the long run. The gathering remained all too busy to really allow them to do anything. While she was inclined to start a scuffle during a peaceful night, the last thing she wanted was to upset Darkstar. His comment about being a stinking toad only annoyed her further. Her tail lashing back and forth claws fully extended. Tight like a coil, Gracklestrike itched to spring forward and sink both tooth and claws into whatever part of the RainClan cat she could. Gathering or not. "I wonder if under all that ugly fur you have slimy scales," Her volume dropped low, the threat present in every word. "I'll make sure to throw you back into the river when I'm done with you," A growl rumbled out at the end of her words, her entire body fighting back the urge to lunge. ~ GRACKLESTRIKE
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on May 21, 2019 13:47:52 GMT -5
Graywolf NightClan She-Cat 18 Moons Tension was high. While she knew practically nothing about this Rainclanner, the slender feline was aware of the more volatile nature of her clanmate.
How fun!
The smirk remained very prominate upon the older warrioress' maw as those brilliant green pools sparked like the flames of a fire. The gray she-cat hardly paused to wonder if the Bengal had meant to insult her or not, even if it had been such things didn't usually rile up the Nightclanner.
Now her tease had worked perfectly, Graywolf had always had the innate ability to cause trouble, mischief and mayhem wherever her paws took her. She practically lived to cause problems, whether it be in her clan or with a different clan. It didn't matter if she was at a gathering or not, with her wild spirit and her Nightclan ego, it was only a matter of time before something happened due to her involvement.
Her feathered tail flickered slightly, currently in a less aggressive stance than Gracklestrike. Though if the other she-cat were to get into a physical fight with this snotty apprentice, it wouldn't take Graywolf a second thought to leap into action with her. Loyalty to each other at it's finest. The poor tom was already outnumbered and out-experienced, both she-cats were warriors not to mention they had both been trained under the paws of the intense Darkstar.
Shifting petite paws, the slender feline moved with a purpose as she slowly circled from her position next to her clanmate to behind Wasp-paw. While her intentions were intimidation as she walked like a lion scouting out it's prey, she couldn't help but enjoy that underlying sense that she had perfectly trapped him in-between two dangerous cats who had no problem sinking their claws into meddlesome apprentices with no respect or manners. Let alone one who would dare insult Nightclan.
"You can't throw the little fish back into the water Gracklestrike, that would be no fun to let him get away." Graywolf's tone had yet to change from that silky sweet sound, like a siren faking her tune before diving in for the kill. Beautiful and deadly. There was a pause as the gray feline paused behind Wasp-paw, making it impossible to keep eyes on both Nightclanners at the same time. She had a paw raised, poised as if she were pausing mid-step to allow those sharp claws to recede from their fluffy sheaths.
"But to watch a fish struggle out of water, gasping for air..." The smirk darkened upon her facial features, green pools burning with dark intentions, it almost seemed like she was excited about the prospect of leaving the young apprentice for crow food. Even the sweetness of her previous tone had dripped away to leave an underlying taunt, even a threat of sorts while Graywolf and Gracklestrike had Wasp-paw surrounded and cornered.
I'm Trouble, Y'all
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Post by Ginger on May 21, 2019 18:19:28 GMT -5
Wasp-paw hissed at Gracklestrike's not-so-subtle threat. With burning eyes, he sized up Gracklestrike, ready to strike. Before he could retort to her threat, Wasp-paw sensed a presence behind him and realized that Graywolf had moved, causing him to be encircled by the two feisty she-cats. The young apprentice swung his head around and let his burning eyes come into contact with Graywolf's cold green pools of eyes. Her threat sent a shiver down Wasp-paw's spine, causing the sleek fur on his spine to bristle ever so slightly.
What was this? Wasp-paw had never felt this odd feeling before. It was almost as if he dreaded fighting the two female cats at the same time. As if he dreaded he would not make it out. Is this fear? Wasp-paw did not let his fiery eyes dim in the slightest when he realized his fear, but just for a moment - hardly noticeable unless one was paying attention - Wasp-paw felt himself shrink.
Shake it off, Wasp-paw! These two wretched cats are just trying to scare a little apprentice. Wasp-paw quickly corrected himself, standing up more erect and unsheathing his claws. He individually picked up each paw from the ground for a moment to brandish his long claws and proove his desire to fight the two cats. "You both can talk all you want, but I know what you really are." With a glance at the leaders amassing on the rocks, Wasp-paw narrowed his eyes and hissed: "You're a couple of cowards too scared to do anything to disappoint your leader and make your clan even more hated than it already is." Swinging his head back and forth between Gracklestrike and Graywolf, the young bengal flashed a grin. "But guess what: I'm not."
Almost as soon as he finished talking, Wasp-paw threw himself at Gracklestrike, claws outstretched and eyes burning with an intense rage.
310 words Hellion Ghost the Undead Goddess Notes: Taxx come stop us
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Post by Taxx on May 21, 2019 21:26:25 GMT -5
CINDERFUR NIGHTCLAN rather be the hunter than the prey
Cinderfur had been chatting with the group of warriors, passing on news and listening to that of other Clans. But, he had also been keeping an eye on his sister, who he'd seen standing with Privetshade and facing a small golden-pelted tabby. The expressions on their faces were not those of cats passing meaningless chatter, and when Graywolf stalked over he excused himself from the group and settled somewhat closer. Just in case.
It was Gracklestrike's insult that had him rising to his paws to intervene. The RainClan apprentice might have started it, might deserve it, but there were better times than now to rile him up. Cinderfur had just reached Gracklestrike's side when the apprentice hurled himself at her, and Cinderfur darted forward to take the blow instead; the smaller tom struck him in the shoulder and he staggered a step to the side before shaking the golden-and-black tom off and flashing a glance up at Graywolf.
"Now, now," he purred, looking back at the younger RainClan cat. "I'm sure you would have got in a good swipe or two, but trust me, you would have regretted it. Why don't we all calm down and remember that we're here in peace?"
Sitting, Cinderfur's yellow gaze flicked from his sister to Graywolf to the RainClan apprentice, waiting for one of them to answer.
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Post by Hellion on May 22, 2019 1:16:46 GMT -5
{ } I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted Surrender to nothing ~ Gracklestrike sensed Graywolf's movement. Out of the corner of her eye, she tracked the other she-cat's movements. Watching for a moment as she moved from her side to be behind the annoying fish-head. They were in a relatively quiet part of the gathering place. It would only take a hard shove and Graywolf's quick claws to drag him away from the others and into a secluded area. They'd teach him a lesson quick enough they wouldn't miss Darkstar addressing the other Clans. Her heart quickened, the idea forming in her head setting her expression to vicious glee. For a brief moment, she wondered if he'd cry for his mother. She couldn't imagine it for herself considering she wasn't the type. She'd sooner eat her own tongue then cry for Starlingcry's help. Gracklestrike refused to be the type to cry for help. If she died fighting, so be it. As the fish-head continued to taunt her, pale eyes narrowed in. She could take him, it would be over in a flash. Would he survive? That was up to StarClan to decide. His own threat came as little shock, she readied for him to collide with her but instead, a familiar scent filled her nose. Stepping back in surprise, her ears pinned back quicker once she realized it was Cinderfur. Annoyance twitched in her whiskers, he had stepped in just at the right time. A talent it seemed. Lucky for the fish-head. His words were widely diplomatic, claiming they were supposed to be in peace. Her first instinct was to sidestep around Cinderfur and lunge. Instead, she gave a huff, tail lashing as she realized the prospect of sinking her claws into fish-head had been lost. "One day you'll be crowfood," She snarled, stepping back and away from Cinderfur. Gracklestrike had no desire to argue with her brother. She'd save the anger for another day, let it fester a little bit. When the time came she'd shred the RainClan cat, regardless of who was around. Distancing herself further from Cinderfur and in an effort to show him her frustrations, she went back to Privetshade once more, back to her brother. ~ GRACKLESTRIKE
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on May 27, 2019 23:08:28 GMT -5
Graywolf NightClan She-Cat 18 Moons The young warrioress could practically feel the blood start to pump within her ears, time slowly around her as her vision focused solely on the apprentice in-between herself and Gracklestrike's larger form beyond the Bengal. It was the same experience she felt just before something was about to happen.
A sixth sense for battle maybe.
Or maybe Nightclanners just had an acute ability to taste trouble as it occurs.
Either way, what happened within the next moments was quick and over as soon and it started. Graywolf had just enough time to pivot upon her hind legs in an attempt to sink her claws into Wasp-paw's unprotected haunches. The plan in her head was to grab him and yank him backwards, giving her dark coated clanmate the change to attack from the front.
And yet, there was always someone who entered within the last second to impose peace and practicality. This time it happened to be Cinderfur as a low and irritated growl rose within the lithe, gray she-cat's chest. Those sharp claws of hers remained unsheathed as those burned green pools attempted to set the mouthy apprentice on fire with just a single look.
Her trouble had been all for naught, and her fun ruined.
Feathered tail lashed as Graywolf finally pulled her claws back into those petite paws. The shadows around her seemed to lick at her pelt, begging her to slink away. Instead the proud feline held her head high and gave a flicker of that shredded ear before speaking up.
"Next time Cinderfur wont be able to save you, little fish. Always look over your shoulders, the shadows are never safe..." The threat was dripping in her silky sweet voice, dangerous and deadly as always. Her claws still itched to teach the smug kit a lesson, but it would come to him soon enough.
One day he would get caught on the border between both herself and Gracklestrike. The gray feline was sure of that, with one final look from those smoldering emerald pool, Graywolf turned to trot in a sassy fashion, towards a group of her clanmates, leaving with a flicker of her tail against Wasp-paw's nose as a parting message.
I'm Trouble, Y'all
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Post by Ginger on Jun 26, 2019 23:23:15 GMT -5
Wasp-paw shuddered, hissing after his collision with the extremely large warrior. Of course someone had to step in and ruin it. The young bengal took a few steps back, assessing the three cats in front of him. He made sure he would remember everything: their faces, their shapes, their scents, and their colors. This was not the last time Wasp-paw planned on facing these filthy NightClanners. As Gracklestrike walked past him snarling, it took everything the young apprentice had to not lash out at her and sink his teeth in. Her flesh would probably taste like mouse bile and toads. For now, all he could do was flash a menacing glare at her, hoping she would not forget the rage burning in his eyes. Despite his small size, Wasp-paw could practically shoot poison darts with his fuming eyes. Next, Graywolf came up to him, her voice cooler but somehow more threatening than Gracklestrike's. Wasp-paw could not help but feel the fur on his back rising ever so slightly. This warrior was one who meant business. Soon, Wasp-paw would become an even better fighter, ready to take out Graywolf at any moment. "Have fun skulking in the shadows like a bunch of cowards," he hissed through gritted teeth at the two warriors as the exited the area. In truth, although he would never admit it to anyone or even himself, Wasp-paw felt something of a respect for these cats: they openly challenged him and made him feel a small sense of fear. Wasp-paw now felt like he had a reason to train harder to fight: one day he would face these two warriors again, and he needed better combat skills to be able to confidently take them down. Just like that, Wasp-paw felt the flame in his heart grow throughout his whole body. I'm going to be the greatest warrior Rainclan has ever seen. These two don't know what's coming for them.
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