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Post by Fawn on Nov 19, 2012 2:51:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]
It was on days like these that Vultureback's dense mottled coat came in handy. With the snow falling in gentle white specks upon the already frozen river, Vultureback crossed it confidently, despite knowing full well that Violetclaw - a RainClan She-Cat - had taken an icy plunge just a few days ago. Normally he would not have tried his luck and bet against mother nature, but the temperature had dropped significantly, and the river's surface had frozen nearly all the way through; what little water could still move was sluggish, as though already caught in the slowing, strength-sapping grip of Frostbite.
With fish no longer an option at the moment, Vultureback, as always, had chosen to adapt rather than hang his head in shame and go 'oh well, tough luck'. Spotting a small flock of birds - stragglers, perhaps? leftover from the journey northward - the brawny tom dropped into a hunting crouch. Though he hated to get his fur wet, Vultureback had rolled around in the snow so that it clumped and matted into his fur, a weak attempt at camouflage, but better than nothing. In an instant, nostalgia wrapped in memories of Falconleap hunting birds came rushing back to him like a warm summer wind, thawing his current mental state of work work work. I wonder how she's doing? Her fur isn't exactly the longest, he recalled with a humored flick of his tail, stalking forward. He was technically on StoneClan's side of the river, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and he was more than willing to fight his way back if he got caught - hopefully with a bird or two for his Clan and family.
[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Falconleap, StoneClan
WORDS: 281
NOTES: Unusual Techniques.
CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]
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Post by Hellion on Nov 20, 2012 0:34:28 GMT -5
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[/i] Falconleap repeated that mistake in her head over and over as she lead the tabby tom behind her, along the border with RainClan. Her green eyes looked down at the ground the snow looked so clean and a comfort but she knew as she stepped on it that it break under her weight and it froze her core. Her belly fur was damp and chilled her very core, it was almost like that storm she waited out with Vultureback - her friend - it was like being transported back to that time, her fur was damp and cold, he warrior too was cold and damp but his presence was comfort and at this moment Falconleap would give her tail to be curled up again in that hollow log, away from her tormentor Tumblefur. "How can you mope around all day? You eat twice as much as everyone else and still you work us to the bone." Tumblefur taunted from behind her as he lagged about two tail lengths behind her, a hiss left the she-cat maw as she flicked her tail in anger but not allowing herself to lash out at him, there would be no rescue, Eagleflight would be in camp warming up and her only other friend would be full of fish, the meal Falconleap felt herself longing to share again, right now even the smallest of fish would be a threat. Tumblefur's taunt about her eating more than her fair share was a lie. Falconleap was on her second day without a proper meal, she felt her stomach snarl for some kind of food but it was to no avail, all if any prey she caught went to the queens or to other warriors. She couldn't risk a kit dying, not on her watch. "What's the smell?" Tumblefur growled running past the deputy in a flash of tabby fur. Falconleap followed after him in a slow reaction time but was able to watch the event unfold. The smell that Tumblefur had caught was foregin to him but a comfort to the she-cat, it was of her dear friend Vultureback. However the sandy tabby she-cat wasn't able to call back Tumblefure before it was to late. Without warning Tumblefur went flying right into the side of the RainClan warrior and they both tumbled away, the StoneClan cat rose to his paw weakly, his lack of full power expressed in that simple movement. Falconleap carried herself quickly toward the two, which had landed nearly a tail length apart. She struggled for a moment on who to tend to first, she thought it best to check on Tumblefur so she did. Quickly she looked over the warrior who appeared dazed but alive without waiting for him to talk to her, Falconleap stepped over to Vultureback and nudged his cheek. "Are you okay?" She asked hims softly, trying to keep her voice low, it wasn't wise for Tumblefur to hear her ask him so kindly if he was okay, she was already on thin ice. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]### one or two lines of comments, no more or it makes it look messy made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Fawn on Nov 20, 2012 1:22:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]
The second Tumblefur had crashed into him, Vultureback was knocked over but continued through with the momentum and rolling back onto his paws. Tumblefur was also quick to get up, but a few seconds later than he had; instantly, Vultureback was surprised to see a very familiar light tabby she-cat checking on the disgruntled warrior before she casually made her way over to him. Are you okay?
"Fine," he mewed back, voice low so that it would be out of ear shot of Tumblefur. He spied her short coat, and a flicker of amusement crossed over his mottled visage. "Enjoying the weather?" Vultureback chuckled, smoothing down the fluffed up fur on his chest with a few quick licks. It was nice seeing her again, he would admit, but he would have preferred if their third meeting had been alone, like all the other previous ones. Tumblefur's commentary from earlier had not yet reached Vultureback's sharp ears, but if it had, then he would've felt obligated to snarl and snap at the other warrior. Since he WAS technically on the wrong side of the river, Vultureback knew he had no business getting an attitude or putting on a front; he would just deal with whatever the two of them had to say.
Though he knew Falconleap would have a hard time chasing him off, he would prefer it if she did. There was no point for her to get into trouble because HE'd been breaking the rules; that wasn't fair to her. He'd rather she keep up the guise that they were 'friendly acquaintances' then give her Clanmates any reason to suspect otherwise.
[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Falconleap, StoneClan
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NOTES: Confrontation
CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]
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Post by Hellion on Nov 20, 2012 2:36:15 GMT -5
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"YOU TRESPASSER!" He roared, but Falconleap was quick this time, she stepped in front of him and narrowed her eyes, he backed down a little but his hackles were still raised. "Come on Falconleap you can' be serious, protecting a RainClan fish sucker! He crossed the border we should tear him to shreds! I've never been known to back down from a fight you know that" Tumblefur hissed, lowering his body ready to pounce on the RainClan warrior, but Falconleap maintained her place, inbetween the two.
"I'm sure Vultureback has a reason for being over here, he will be leaving once he has explained himself. Now stand down Tumblefur Falconleap spoke sternly, glaring at her fellow warrior, trying to keep her eyes from seeking Vultureback's steady comfort behind her. "You are protecting him! Falconleap you fool! He will con his way into your heart and claw his way back out! You will die by his claws" Tumblefur shouted, his time getting even closer to Falconleap who rose her hackles and growled back at him. Even if he was a few moons older than herself he wasn't nearly as evenly matched. She had the agility of a falcon she was named for, she'd rip him to shreds before he even noticed what happened. "Stands down" She growled again, trying not to think to much of what her tormentor had said, maybe he had a point about Vultureback she was to blind to see. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words:
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Post by Fawn on Nov 20, 2012 2:59:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]
A furious hiss interrupted the growl from Falconleap and the ranting Tumblefur, but it was the hostile snarl of the enormous bulky mottled tom that finally caught their attention. He was bigger, stronger and faster than Tumblefur, and his eyes, burning like two pale green flames, gave away his anger. "Are you always this much of an idiot in front of other cats, or just she-cats who are better than you?" His eyes darted to Falconleap, and the RainClan warrior stepped by her side in a clear display of friendship, the fur along his spine up and his hackles raised like a feline interpretation of a hell hound. "She's not even my deputy and I show her more respect than you do, kit, so I suggest you do as she says - stand down and shut up before you make things difficult for yourself."
If there was one thing Vultureback could not stand, it was disrespect. He hated it. Loathed it to the core when cats were not shown the respect they deserved, when cats like Falconleap were teased and then still mistreated after she had worked so hard to earn the place of deputy. He didn't need to be a StoneClan warrior to give Tumblefur a piece of his mind, and frankly, he was Clan he wasn't sharing a Clan with this sorry excuse for a warrior; this way if he ever met him, such as was the case now, he wouldn't have to feel guilty for shredding him.
Tearing his eyes away from Tumblefur briefly - he still kept sight of him in his peripherals - he murmured the same words to Falconleap as she'd murmured to him just moments before. "You alright?" For the briefest of moments, Vultureback was worried that the StoneClan warrior's words had been taken to heart by the beautiful she-cat he was defending.
[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Falconleap, StoneClan
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NOTES: Defending honor.
CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]
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Post by Hellion on Nov 20, 2012 3:12:54 GMT -5
[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]It's hard to know[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]What can become[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]If you give up[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] The reaction shown by the RainClan scum sent Tumblefur into a frenzy of confused reaction not to mention anger building higher and higher. If Falconleap wasn't in his way Tumblefur would have already killed -yes kill- the patched work tom. If his eyes could narrow anymore they'd be pin points. His lip pulled into a deadly snarl, the small interaction with Falconleap and Vultureback was enough to heat his blood to boiling. He side stepped the sandy colored deputy and came nose to nose with the fish eater.
"Falconleap is only deputy because she begged for the place. Fallingstar is a she-cat, it take a she-cat leader to pick a she-cat deputy. If I had my way! There would be a tom leading StoneClan, no more pitiful hunting parties. There would be tons of warriors, every queen would have a kit in her belly or suckling against her, that is a she-cat's place in the nursery." Tumblefur spoke darkly his eyes darting from the fish breath to the she-cat he was forced to respect. "You crossed me to many times she-cat, wait until Fallingstar finds out you are mating with a RainClan cat! She might just remove you as deputy and place a rightful leader in your place." He spoke his ears pinned back, showing his true demented side, he was more hurt and embarrassed to be treated by a RainClan cat in such a way, not to mention being stood up to by the she-cat that so many moons ago he bossed around. It was a strange change of power for the tom all to used to getting his way, he wasn't going down without a fight.
"You try and over throw me Tumblefur and it's High treason. You will be exiled and remembered a traitor." Falconleap hadn't had the time to answer Vultureback, but now as she stood beside her dearest friend, she warmed her spirit and brought her the courage she felt to starved to look for. "If you return home now without trouble I won't report you. If you don't I'll have to tell Fallingstar why a certain StoneClan warrior didn't make it home in one single piece. " Falconleap hissed, her voice matching Tumblefur's same dark tone, however her's was spoken with honesty and clarity. She was no longer the she-cat he tormented, she was his deputy and deserved the respect that Vultureback had defended. The threat of Tumblefur was dwindling as he looked from Vultureback to herself, he was no match for the two of them, for StarClan's sake he was no match for Falconleap alone. She was now finally facing her tormentor head on and enjoyed the freedom that came with it. "Go home" She growled flicking her tail, waiting for him to make a move. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words:
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Post by Fawn on Nov 20, 2012 3:24:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]
Vultureback had never faced a cat so bigoted, so sexist in his entire 43 moon-long life. At first it at stunned him, and then it infuriated him, Tumblefur's words filling his head like brazen alarm bells, and he longed to silence them and the piggish tom for good. Raw anger made his stomach burn and his claws unsheathed in an instant; with a tremendous hiss, Vultureback pounced upon Tumblefur. His blood was up and there was no stopping it; bowling the StoneClan tom over, Vultureback raked his claws down the warrior's back, Tumblefur's agonized yowling wrenching the air apart between them, the bulky RainClanner crushing him against the snow, flattening it with the depth of his strength. "You don't deserve to breathe the same air as Falconleap, wretch. I don't care what you think, I don't care who you think you are, but if you ever talk to her like that again" - he paused, meeting the terrified eyes of the tom beneath him, his tone nothing short of a murderous growl, his claws latched on tight " - you're going to wish you'd met Demon instead." I will rip him limb from limb.
This wasn't just about Falconleap anymore. Vultureback had a mother and two half-sisters, he had friends who were she-cats. The cat he had feelings for was a she-cat - Tumblefur had crossed a line he could never back down from, and Vultureback would see to it that this StoneClan tom's life was a living hell from this point on. He could try and besmirch Falconleap's good name, but that wouldn't get him very far. He'd pretty much sold his soul to the devil when he took on such bigoted views, when he'd teased his deputy, when he viewed her as lower than mouse dung, and now it was time for the devil to collect.
Tumblefur had a reckoning coming, and Vultureback would be dead certain he was either the cause of it, or there to witness it for himself.
"Say whatever you want," he whispered, "but you're a marked cat from now on. Sleep with one eye open, Tumblefur." Releasing the petrified tom, Vultureback watched with dark eyes and a tightly set jaw as Tumblefur raced back through StoneClan territory yowling his indignation, fear and pain to the whole forest.
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CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]
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Post by Hellion on Nov 20, 2012 3:41:00 GMT -5
[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]It's hard to know[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]What can become[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]If you give up[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] Falconleap had little to no time to react, just as Tumblefur was huffing and puffing his over sized chest, Vultureback shot from her side and used his bulk to push the StoneClan warrior. The deputy side of Falconleap wanted to jump in and stop the fight, Vultureback was hurting a comrade, but as she replayed what Tumblefur had said she didn't dare move a muscle, she let the scene unfold.
The pain in the StoneClan warrior's eyes were a surprise to her, but she didn't stop the fight, it wasn't until Vultureback had a few choice and sinister words with Tumblefur did she come back to reality. The snow that the fleeing warrior kicked up was nothing compared to the blood droplets that lead a trail back to camp. Falconleap didn't chase after her clan-mate instead she looked toward Vultureback and slowly came closer to him. Without words she eased her head under his chin, purring softly but without words.
The side of Vultureback she witnessed was scary but oddly a comfort, she knew from his reaction that she was more than just across the border friend, she held a dear place in the RainClan warrior's heart. "Thank you" That was all she said as she remained there, her head nuzzled against his neck, drinking in his scent, her purr soft and gentle. It was some time after Tumblefur had fled that she moved away, but still remained closed to the warrior who protected her. "You are the first cat to ever stand up for my besides Eagleflight, for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart." Falconleap meowed easily, part of her wanting to say more, but unable to form the words. Instead she let her actions do the talking, as she moved from nuzzling his neck she pressed her nose to his cheek and felt warm blood.
Trying not to cause alarm Falconleap moved to lick away the blood and didn't stop till she was pleased when it stopped bleeding. "Vultureback I want to apologize for him, for what he said and what he accused you of. " Falconleap spoke after some time, going back to soothing the RainClan warrior with purrs and nuzzles. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words:
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Post by Fawn on Nov 20, 2012 16:10:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]
Surprise registered on the brawny tom's handsome face, and he found himself purring as he felt Falconleap nuzzle against him, the soft fur along the top of her head warmly pressed beneath his chin. Vultureback could readily admit that he was enjoying the warmth that seeped through him like a hot blanket, the RainClanner feeling heated enough that they could've melted the snow surrounding them. How long had it been since a she-cat had ever been so affectionate with him? Even then, as he wove through the memories of himself and Magnoliablossom, it hadn't quite compared to this. Vultureback didn't feel as though he was just along for the ride, or 'very very fond' of someone, this felt like genuine emotion he could neither get rid of nor suppress.
Purring back loudly, a warm pink tongue against his cheek brought Vultureback out of his thoughts, the angry fire in his eyes dimming into burning embers, the anger traded for peacefulness of mind. "You don't have to apologize for that half-wit, Falconleap." He murmured, voice low and as characteristically calm as it usually was, though his eyes flickered with amusement. "I hardly care what my own Clan thinks of me and my decisions, much less Tumblefur." It was true, he was about as socially bulletproof as they come. He was never concerned with what the rumor mill was churning out about him or any of his Clanmates unless he'd witnessed the deed or the crime with his own eyes.
If suddenly yanked into view by a simple meeting of their eyes, Vultureback recalled his words before, about how he did not want their friendship to come between them and their Clans. So far they'd been holding up that little arrangement - there was no talk of StoneClan or RainClan, there was only talk of them and their personal lives, nothing more nothing less. However, did new boundries need to be set? This wasn't really a friendship anymore. As stubborn as Vultureback was, even he was intelligent enough to read the signs and understand just what he was feeling.
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NOTES: Happiness & Warmth.
CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]
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Post by Hellion on Nov 20, 2012 20:33:19 GMT -5
[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]It's hard to know[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]What can become[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]If you give up[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] Falconleap stepped back from Vultureback but still remained close to him, she sank down to sit on her rump, the snow sending a squeak out of her mouth and simply laughed it off, the snow didn't seem to matter when she was around Vultureback, he was a steady and comforting cat to be around even with what little words he spoke.
There she sat in the silence for a moment longer before looking down at the snow that had seemed to be melted from both the tumble with Tumblefur and the fight that broke out not to long after. A pleased look crossed Falconleap's face as she thought of Tumblefur nursing his wound in the warrior's den to full of pride to ask Blackeagle for help, it was a fun thought to cross her mind.
Lazily she looked up at Vultureback and gave him a warm and kind smile. "I know we never meant to allow this to happen, but Vultureback I want to make something clear. Falconleap paused for a moment not sure how else to continue. Finally she found the words. " I value our relationship more than I value my rank as deputy. If something does happen back in StoneClan and I'm no loner deputy, it won't be a fault of our's but a choice of mine." Falconleap finally said, her eyes downcast again, but she meant ever word. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words:
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Post by Fawn on Nov 20, 2012 22:33:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]
A chill traveled down Vultureback's spine as she spoke of forsaking her rank as deputy for their relationship; there was a selfish part of him that wanted to give it up so that they could continue to see each other with a little less guilt. The scandal wouldn't be quite so large if she was just a warrior instead of holding the well-respected position of deputy. And then there was a part of him that wanted to yowl at her that she SHOULD NOT, under any circumstances give up her deputyship. It would mean that jerks like Tumblefur would have the last laugh. He didn't want them to do anything that would prove Tumblefur right. Nothing at all.
Despite his inner confliction, Vultureback leaned his muzzle forward to brush it against Falconleap's cheek, drinking in her warm, comforting scent. "Whatever you choose, I will support it." He murmured, inwardly surprised by his own sincereness. Never before with Magnoliablossom had he been so...passionate about anything. In fact, all he took away from that experience was the sheer TERROR that came with finding out you were going to be a father well before you were prepared, and the corrosive burn of being cheated on. He felt neither things with Falconleap, and for good reason.
She had been nothing but honest with him, and he...loved that about her.
"Don't take this the wrong way," he suddenly chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "But I wish you were in RainClan."
[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Falconleap, StoneClan
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NOTES: Happiness & Warmth.
CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]
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Post by Hellion on Nov 20, 2012 22:52:22 GMT -5
[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]It's hard to know[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]What can become[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]If you give up[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]Falconleap welcomed his touch and purred happily as he nuzzled against her cheek, confirming her faith within the RainClan warrior, if she had his support it didn't matter if she was facing a Demon himself, Falconleap felt she could do anything, that feeling she didn't want to ever risk losing. She relished in the comfort he gave her, the honesty the two of them shared, her heart skipped a beat as she memorized his scent even more, if by some curse she was blind she'd knew that she'd be able to find him even from hundreds of tail-lengths away. It was more than just his scent, the fishing tom had connected with her in another way, a way that was more on a soul-to-soul level, but she wouldn't dare admit that to Vultureback much let fully to herself.
If Falconleap so dare to admit that her feelings for Vultureback went past the norm, she was crossing into territory she wasn't prepared for, the territory of traitors but was it worth it? That thought crossed her mind too, was Vultureback's comfort and steady personality worth her rank as a StoneClan cat? At this point and time she would give her claws to StarClan to be with Vultureback with no problems, she already admitted she'd give up her rank for him, was there much else left? There was something else but that part of her was tucked away, it was special and she knew she'd only give her heart away to one tom, but was Vultureback that tom?
The tension filled moment was cleared away by Vultureback's chuckle that brought a smile to her face and a flush to her cheeks. " I think if I was a RainClan cat thing would be very different but possibly a good kind of different." She purred, licking at his cheek, a playful joy in her eyes. "Just like if you were a StoneClan cat things would be wonderfully different" She joked but the idea mauled over in her head and the idea of leaving StoneClan to join him in RainClan, was it wise? Or was she rushing things? However, it wasn't the time to think of such things, instead she kept up her playful demeanor and playfully nuzzled his cheek again.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 21, 2012 21:21:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]
"Definitely a good kind of different," he mewed with warmth. "Jerks like Tumblefur wouldn't be able to bother you in RainClan. I don't know if I would make a good StoneClan cat," he chuckled against, this time glancing away from her to gesture with a tail-flick to the flock he'd been chasing, the birds a yard or two up the river. "I'm not very good at this bird-catching thing."
Well, he'd gotten lucky once or twice and came home with a water-dwelling bird, such as a duck or even the occasional goose, but those were during times of newleaf and greenleaf, certainly not NOW, in the middle of winter. Still, it was crucial that he catch something rather than hang around chatting with a she-cat he cared about. "Interested in teaching me how to properly catch those things?" he mewed, wanting to multi-task. Their Clans couldn't find much wrong with them being around each other if they were both hunting to provide for their Clans. At least RainClan, without a stable leader at the moment, would not fault him for giving birds a try. The river was frozen. The fish beneath the river was frozen. He didn't really have any other choice when it came to food.
He couldn't let Lilypaw and Tricklepaw starve, not when there was still strength in his body to hunt whatever came his way.
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NOTES: Short, my bad. ^^;
CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]
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Post by Hellion on Nov 24, 2012 1:42:17 GMT -5
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"I had a friend from my apprentice days that tried to show me how to fish, while it was fun to learn I never notice how hard it was, there was a lot of sitting and waiting. While that works for fishing it hardly does it for hunting." She spoke kindly, keeping voice in a friendly explanation tone. "When hunting birds it's even trickier. They are more capable of flying out of reach versus a mouse that can only burrow so deep. What I've learned and I've taught is to follow the flock but keep down wind. If you only hunt and kill the ones on the edges of the flock, they don't notice as much. Now if you are thrashing about and causing mayhem they will fly out of reach and possibly into TreeClan." She spoke, flicking her tail toward a flock of birds distance away. "Now I don't personally mind you hunting birds, I don't feel any cat should go hungry but I can't let you hunt on StoneClan's side of the border, Tumblefur is the least of my worries if you get caught." Falconleap purred, flicking his shoulder with her tail and heading toward the border.
"Hunt on your side of the border and I'll watch from mine" She said with a smile, sitting on the cold snow, waiting for him to practice. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words:
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Post by Fawn on Nov 24, 2012 3:45:25 GMT -5
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Vultureback chuckled, crunching through the snow and brushing against her flank in a subtle, affectionate manner. "I wouldn't let me hunt in StoneClan territory either," he mewed, adding onto his original statement with a flicker of pale green eyes, "Once the ice thaws, I'll teach you how to fish in the Stone Stream." It was technically considered a 'border', and while it's actual owner was not certain, Vultureback couldn't possibly feel guilty over a little fishing lessons. Though he was quietly wondering who had taught her how to fish before... Another tom? He had toyed with the notion briefly, before he cast this uncharacteristic jealousy aside and set out on the hunt for a flock of birds. "Any last minute advice?" the mottled tom mewed over his shoulder, his neck and head lowering as he fell into a predatory stance, having spotted a winter-thinned flock pecking dismally at the remains of what had probably been a berry bush.
Crouching down low, Vultureback was unused to having to camouflage himself so extensively, as well as having to try and avoid stepping on something that might give away his position. Fish did not hear those kinds of things. Yes they could quite possibly feel the vibrations coming in through the ground and into the bottom of the river, but that was an unlikely occurrence. Though he felt out of his element, Vultureback was clearly applying the same dedication and resilient work ethic he applied to fishing, patience being key here. Not wanting to test how close he could possibly get, Vultureback hung back a safe distance from the birds, his pale green eyes narrowed.
One bird hopped precariously in his direction, slightly separated from the flock. It seemed to have gotten distracted by something on the edge of the river, pecking at the ground with a long beak. Vultureback sprang, but his shadow stretched out before him and alerted the other flock; had he not already been in the air and so close to the straggler, he would have missed it. Batting it out of mid-take-off and back to the ground, Vultureback was aware of the odd tickling sensation he felt on the roof of his mouth - from the feathers - when he bite into the bird's neck. It was small, but it was the biggest thing he'd been able to get since the river had frozen over.
With the sounds of the flock fluttering hurriedly away, Vultureback looked up, frowning, ears flicking sideways in slight disappointment. Whoops.
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NOTES: xD Half win, half fail.
CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]
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