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Post by Fate Admin on Jun 7, 2013 20:59:06 GMT -5
If any Clan was to get away with preystealing, it would be NightClan. Masters of stealth, cloaked in shadows, far fewer patrols sent into TreeClan territory came back with wounds from being caught than Ravenstar had anticipated. She chided herself for clearly underestimating her Clanmates. Not that any NightClanner feared fighting those pathetic, bleeding-heart TreeClanners, but the point was to bring back extra prey for the Clan, not get into some pointless skirmish.
Her plumed tail flicked behind her as she slipped over the border and into enemy territory, motioning her small patrol to follow, Blackwolf and Grimjaw. She did not look back to make sure they obeyed, she knew they would. Her thoughts turned briefly toward the owners of the territory they now trespassed upon. NightClan had been stealing prey from TreeClan for moons now and other than the increased patrols on TreeClan’s part that her warriors had reported to her, meaning more of her cats were getting caught across the border, Lionstar didn’t seem to be doing too much about it.
Her lip curled in disgust. He sure looked every bit the leader, all… noble and… tall…. But his lack of reaction to NightClan’s preystealing was just making him look like a weak, pathetic fool. But then that’s about what Ravenstar thought of the whole of TreeClan so it didn’t make much of a difference in the end. She paused, scenting the air and wrinkling her nose at the TreeClan stench that pervaded the area. Ducking under a low-hanging bush, even by Ravenstar’s standards, she found herself in a small clearing, only a few tail-length’s across, and stopped. The scent of mouse was strong here and she crouched, still half under the bush, flicking her tail behind her to let the others know she had found prey if they were still following and hadn’t yet found their own.
Her ears perked forward and she focused on the mouse scent, trying to pinpoint its location. She spotted it scrabbling among tree roots across the clearing, searching for seeds probably, and crept toward it, each paw placed light as a feather upon the ground, slowly moving closer, keeping to the edges of the clearing and the shadows the undergrowth provided. Finally she drew close enough to pounce and it was over in an instant. She padded back the way she’d come with the mouse dangling from her jaws, triumphant. She dropped the mouse in a dip at the base of a tree and turned back to check on the others, remaining quiet so she wouldn’t disturb their hunting, nor alert any nearby enemy to their presence.
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Post by Fawn on Jun 9, 2013 11:42:54 GMT -5
♠BLACKWOLF♠ of NightClan
I am the Sin Called Wrath. The heat soaked into Blackwolf's obsidian pelt as though it were a magnet, pulling the warmth into his being and trapping it against the skin. This was why he hated parts of TreeClan's territory - sure it had it's trees, and thus had it's shady parts, but overall there were too many times where he would end up having to walk through huge patches of sunlight or crouch down under a brush that was directly in the way of the rays, and just sit there to bake in his own fur.
Temperature issues aside, the aggressive NightClan bully was honored by the fact that Ravenstar had chosen him personally to go along with her on another TreeClan prey raid. Bunch of rabbit-hearted softies. What's the point of having borders at all if they barely defend them? It was probably just so those idiots didn't get themselves lost when they went out hunting. How pathetic. Rather than lurk in the much-needed shade and begrudge TreeClan for everything that they were, Blackwolf crouched low and along the thick above-ground roots of a giant oak tree, his jaws parted slightly to draw in any prey scents amidst the peculiar foresty aroma of TreeClan's native environment. Squirrel.
He spotted the fat, noisy thing sitting on a tree branch several foxlengths up above, the creature on it's way down, so Blackwolf quickly took cover, intending to catch it the second it's greedy little claws touched onto solid ground - having rolled in some wild garlic to help disguise his scent. Wait for it... The dumb animal scratched it's way down the base of the tree, running forward a foxlength before pausing, rubbing paws over it's face, bushy plume that put even Ravenstar's fluffy one to shame twitching every couple of heartbeats. Though Blackwolf was used to the slightly slower frogs and toads of NightClan territory, his reflexes were still superb, and he lunched out of a blackberry bush to grasp the animal in his talons.
Biting through the thick grayish orange coat, the animal was dispatched in seconds, leaving Blackwolf and his prize to saunter back to where he had last seen Ravenstar and Poisonleaf, not so much curious as to their progress as he was eager to show off his.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 22:45:34 GMT -5
~~Adderstrike--
Dark ginger was hard to see through the shadows as the slick Treeclanner stayed glued to the branch of the tree he crouched in. Lips drawn back to reveal sharp, white fangs along with long, curled claws ripping into the bark underneath him. Cold, furious blue eyes watched, through the scattered tree branches and there leaves, the Nightclan Scum hunt on HIS territory. A growl almost reached his throat, but he had to be quiet as the rest if the hidden cats if Treeclan remained perched along the trees.
Taking a break from the Nightclan view, Adderstrike's crazed blue eyes caught sight of his apprentice, Wildpaw, among the tree leaves, crouched and ready for battle. Good. He needs to be ready. The dark ginger warrior's attention went back to the intruders. Two prey that belonged to the forest dwelling cats. He only counted three cats. They had the advantage when it came to numbers. It looked like a torteshell she-cat and Ravenstar. How pathetic of the Nightclan leader. Wait, black fur, mismatched eyes. That fox-heart Blackwolf!
Adderstrike almost leaped from his branch then. He'd already beaten the tail off that foolish tom. He would have killed him, accidentally, if his stupid she-cat hadn't gotten in the way. Thick tail moving behind him like a ginger snake, the viper like feline slunk forwards slightly, getting a better look. He would finish off Blackwolf this time. He would gaureentee it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 17:10:50 GMT -5
White paws pressed against the earth, careful not to make much of a sound as they moved. The young NightClan warrior took care to move both quietly and quickly. This was a difficult task, considering the number of roots and leaf litter that covered the forest floor and begged to trip the tom up. Moving at a more regular pace was not an option for Grimjaw if he was to keep up with Ravenstar and his former mentor, Blackwolf. Losing sight of the black tom's haunches meant being lost entirely. The gray and white tom was in a completely unfamiliar territory and being lost would certainly put him in a tight spot, especially if he was caught by a TreeClan cat. Despite how he knew what babies TreeClanners were, he still did not dare cross them. Stealing some prey was certainly nothing to be attacked for.
The mostly white tom was not entirely sure why he had been invited to go prey-stealing with Ravenstar and Blackwolf. Both of the cats he followed had years of experience on him and had been in TreeClan territory successfully numbers of times before. Though no part of him felt bad for taking from TreeClan's plenty, he felt ill at ease as he padded, as if at any moment he would be ambushed by enemy forced. The dark gray tom knew of the world's misfortune and took extra precaution while walking. The NightClanner needed to prove himself as a hard working member of NightClan to his clan if danger came, not as some puny apprentice who was too foolish and naive to recognize the dangers of the forest.
The warrior's heartbeat sped up as he saw Blackwolf come to a halt. Is something coming? Grimjaw asked inwardly, having to remind himself that if everything was well, crying out would only invite TreeClanners to come upon them. Spying Ravenstar dart out from the line to chase after something, his previously puffed up pelt lay down. Grimjaw could hardly keep himself from going crazy with nerves. Despite needing to stay on edge in case of an attack, the gray and white tom was a little too paranoid for his own good. Shall I go hunting? the tomcat thought to himself, spotting Blackwolf leave the group for hunting purposes as well. So long as I stay nearby, I should be fine. Right? he thought, knowing he could use his scenting abilities if need be to locate his fellow NightClanners. They probably stuck out like a sore thumb amid all of the strange TreeClan scent.
The gray and white tom would've gone out after the rabbit he scented, if he hadn't heard a strange shift in the trees first. Grimjaw waited a split second to see if either of his companions had heard the noise, but clearly they were too busy with their hunting to take notice. "We aren't alone," the dark tom hissed anxiously to his clanmates, hoping they heard his warning before it was too late.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 11:10:49 GMT -5
WILDPAW Apprentice || TreeClan Wildpaw couldn't believe it. Those NightClan foxhearts, are they so incompetent that they can't catch enough prey in their own territory? The pale grey tabby was bristling with fury as he watched the four warriors below, catching TreeClan prey on TreeClan territory. How dare they! As much as Wildpaw wanted to leap into battle and tear the pelts of those NightClan scum, he forced himself to wait, pale green eyes briefly flitting over to his mentor, awaiting his signal to leap into battle. It had felt rather odd at first, perched up in the trees like sparrows, but Wildpaw had grown used to it. In fact, the pale grey tabby tom actually quite liked the feeling of the branch swaying beneath him and seeing everyone down below. He felt superior, he felt powerful.
Sinking his claws into the thick branch of the spreading oak he was positioned in, he watched as a black tom with mismatched eyes sunk his teeth into a plump squirrel. Wildpaw's pale green eyes narrowed to slits and he stiffened, fury racing through him, That foxhearted coward! The pale grey tabby was currently fighting his own battle, against his instincts. Every fibre in his being told him to attack, this was what he'd been training for after all, battle. It was only his loyalty to his mentor, Adderstrike, however, that kept him where he was. His ears picked up on a mew from one of the cats below, a grey and white tom, "We aren't alone." Wildpaw tensed, power shifting through his haunches as he prepared to leap. Just a moment longer, Wildpaw, then you can show them what TreeClan apprentices are made of. Blazing green eyes fixed on Adderstrike, Well come on then, what are you waiting for? Let's got attack them already!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 18:44:36 GMT -5
&& who will remember our last goodbye
Perched up in the trees with Wildpaw and Adderstrike, Rowanpaw reflected on her first time high above the ground. It was a mass tree climbing lesson for all the apprentices, and she had darted up before all the others, and had to be rescued. It was embarrassing, but hey, who could blame her? She got overexcited and acted before thinking, like she always did, and got scared, like any new apprentice would so far up in the air.
She was better at it now, and knew she could get down on her own. Her bottlebrush tail stuck out behind her for balance, as all four paws held on to the branch beneath her. Green eyes gazed down at the intruding patrol. A black and white she-cat seemed to be leading them.. 'That can't be right... She's no bigger than I am!' She then remembered vaguely seeing the she-cat some other place...
Oh, right. The Gathering. NightClan's own leader was here? There were two toms with her, a dark black one that headed in the opposite direction, and a grey and white one. She noted how his fur seemed to fluff out a bit, as though he were scared and uncertain. 'Ha, we'll show him. No NightClanner ever steps foot in TreeClan territory!' She kept her eyes fixed on the tuxedo tom, a small smile on her face. Silently, Rowanpaw shifted position, collecting herself to stand perpendicular to the way the branch extended. Hindclaws dug deep into the bark, her back legs tightened in a crouch. One of her forepaws gripped the tree limb beneath her, while the other reached lower, claws sheathed, slightly supporting herself.
Her gaze flicked to Adderstrike, waiting for his signal.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2013 3:17:15 GMT -5
In a tree only fox lengths from the NightClan patrol, the tom crouched, ears pinned to his head. He forced himself to remain completely still, his breathing steady and inaudible. He was acutely aware of his surroundings; below him, the NightClan intruders stalked, unaware that they were now just as hunted as the prey they were stealing; beside him, his clanmates in their respective trees, all poised to attack. Closest to him was his apprentice, Rowanpaw. She is ready, he assured himself. The sounds of the forest were all around him. The leaves rustled, branches creaked, and the little thump, thump, thump of his own heart.
His long gray fur was still singed in some places, and the minor burns he'd escaped with were healing well. Jagged black stripes cut through the soft gray of his pelt, much like the fury that cut through his normally mild manner at the gall of NightClan. The tom's big paws spread across the branch he stood on, his claws gripping the bark lightly. This season was kind to all the clans, save the banished StoneClan. There was no excuse for NightClan's abomination of a leader to steal TreeClan's prey. A quiver ran down his spine.
His light brown eyes fixed intensely upon the small black form of Ravenstar, Thunderclaw waited for the signal that would send him launching from the tree and into battle the very leader of NightClan itself.
With Lionstar's signal, Thunderclaw leaped from the tree, bounding only a few mouse lengths to Ravenstar. Reaching the small black she cat, he immediately attacked, his big paws swinging towards her, claws unsheathed. Word count; 237 Character; Thunderclaw Notes; [x]
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Post by Fate Admin on Jul 2, 2013 18:57:45 GMT -5
”We aren’t alone.”
The quiet hiss from her younger brother had Ravenstar’s ears swiveling back from where she crouched under an overhanging fern. A sparrow had been hopping about the base of a nearby tree, but at Grimjaw’s words it fluttered up to the branches above it, chirping alarm to any of its companions in the area. Frog-dung!
She raised her head to look back at her brother, registering his words. They weren’t alone? Her ears perked and she scented the air, her eyes widening slightly. TreeClan’s scent was stronger here, and very, very fresh.
A quiet thud and the sudden shaking of branches above alerted her to the TreeClan patrol now dropping from the trees to confront them a moment before she saw turned to see the long furred gray tom charging straight for her. Her amber eyes flashed, alight with the fire of battle as she leapt to avoid the strong swing of his paw, twisting in the air overtop the larger tom, attempting a classic leap-and-hold to see just what she was up against. If he didn’t get out of her way she would cling to his back like a burr, free to inflict plenty of damage all while out of reach of those big clumsy paws of his.
Surely a larger cat like this had trained to counter a leap-and-hold… but then again, she was often underestimated for her small size, perhaps he wouldn’t even try to counter it, or even more likely for the TreeClan brute, he probably wasn’t even smart enough to figure out what she was trying to do in the first place!
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Post by Fawn on Jul 3, 2013 0:06:15 GMT -5
Though the order to attack had been given, the golden figurehead of TreeClan had not yet dropped from his bough, golden eyes fixed upon the skirmish unfolding below. He recognized her by scent rather than sight, a bit of snark entering his thoughts at the idea that seeing her would've been a challenge given her kitten-like stature; Lionstar's gaze fell upon the petite leader of NightClan, Ravenstar engaging in sudden conflict with Thunderclaw. Don't let your guard down, Thunderclaw. He inwardly warned, claws gripping tighter to the bark, peeling back the tree's protective skin. Seeking out Adderstrike, Wildclaw and Rowanpaw, he spotted the apprentices going after a lean gray and white tom with some family resemblance to the very fluffy Ravenstar, but he was too conscious of his own sibling's movements to really focus on their subtle similarities.
Adderstrike was soon engaged in a ferocious battle with an infamous NightClan tom - Blackwolf, with the mismatched eyes and a personality to match the ugly scar across his chest - and Lionstar had to stop himself from dropping down to come to his Clanmate's aid. Adderstrike would not appreciate it, and as of right now, the Thunderclaw versus Ravenstar battle was taking up most of his attention and concern.
Given Thunderclaw's age, it had possibly been foolish for him to challenge the queen of NightClan herself - unless Thunderclaw simply hadn't recognized her.
Lionstar's mane was still singed in places, and his joints ached as he took the leap downward, air pressing the rich golden fur against his body, his landing heavy but stable. I've waited far too long to retaliate. Things never should've come to this, NightClan stealing prey from a Clan whose forest had partially burned down and had no territory to spare for such endeavors. Even if they HAD the territory to spare, those bottom-feeders had no rights to their land, and Lionstar fully intended to make sure they got the message this time.
Lurking behind bush and fallen branches, waiting for his opportune moment to strike, Lionstar's golden eyes flashed with poison, the lingering ash and charred remains of the forest clinging to his pelt and painting the tom in a far more savage light than was intended.
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A TreeClan patrol!
The squirrel in Blackwolf's jaws was quickly forgotten as the small band of thieves were ambushed, apprentices and warriors alike dropping from the trees faster than his eyes could follow, ears swiveling in all directions as he took an immediate battle stance. Instinctively, he kept Ravenstar within his sights, not necessarily as a body guard, but as the most senior warrior present, he took it as his duty to be within earshot should she shout out a command or need him to come to the aid of any of his Clanmates. We're slightly outnumbered, but whatever. This wasn't normally a problem for a tom who prided himself on his superb fighting abilities, but he couldn't help remembering the painful bludgeoning he'd taken when several TreeClan cats had ambushed him before.
Embarrassingly enough, it had been Ghostlight who rescued him, and not members of his own personal gang. Recalling the one who'd done the most damage, Blackwolf's claws, already unsheathed, gripped into the earth, ripping up the grass as golden and blue oculars settled upon the familiar reeking pelt of Adderstrike. You. Wearing a hateful grin, Blackwolf let out a battle howl and flung himself at his foe, muscles as sleek as a panther's gathering into a perfect crouch, his whole being alive at the prospect of finally evening the score.
He'd been meaning to get back at this cat for that ridiculous defeat at a prior encounter. He'd teach this tom what it meant to be a senior NightClan warrior - he hadn't gotten this far due to brains alone. A considerable amount of brawn and a fighter's instincts had brought him to this point, and Blackwolf had every intention of giving Adderstrike a battle lesson he wouldn't ever forget.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2013 12:40:57 GMT -5
WILDPAW Apprentice || TreeClan Wildpaw didn’t need to be asked twice. As soon as the signal was given, the pale grey tabby leapt from the height of the oak and straight into the thick of battle. Pale green eyes scanning for a suitable opponent, the young tom quickly decided upon a grey and white tom. A flurry of pale grey fur, Wildpaw hurled himself into action and aimed for the shoulders of NightClanner. Bracing himself for impact, the pale grey tabby ran through the battle plan in his head one last time, Right, so land on his shoulders... What did Adderstrike say to remember when using that move? Oh yes, be ready to jump off in case my opponent tries to roll... Cling on for as long as possible, then leap off and try a little paw to paw combat. Confuse him a bit... There didn’t seem to be any NightClan apprentices accompanying the patrol, so it seemed the pale grey tabby tom was forced to fight against a warrior almost twice his age. Not that it bothered the ambitious young tom, not at all. If he won, no, when he won, the whole of TreeClan would be so impressed. It would certainly wipe that smug smile off of Wavepaw's face. Wildpaw smirked at the thought. Heart racing and adrenalin pumping, there was nothing better to Wildpaw than being in the heat of battle. Especially when it means I get to kick the butts of those NightClan scum. Unsheathing his claws, the pale grey tabby tom closed his eyes, paws outstretched and ready for landing.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 11:19:30 GMT -5
Pale gaze stretched out across the unfamiliar wood and olive scenery to spy his sticking-out black and white leader. While danger was upon him, Grimjaw's heart reached out to protect his leader. If I had realized that we were being watched sooner ... Maybe we could've gotten out of this, the tom thought a split second before he spied a foreign TreeClan tom drop down from the trees and into battle with Ravenstar. This can only mean ... the young warrior thought to himself before his thoughts were stunted by the prickling of claws into his back.
Gulping and feeling the weight of a smaller tom on his back, Grimjaw began to panic. For a split second, it was as if all of Blackwolf's training had gone out the window. Aside from the scuffles with his nursery mates, he had never felt the taste of battle. The NightClanner didn't know how to properly handle the rush of adrenaline quickly spreading throughout his body.
As quickly as the fear overtook and disabled him, so did the memory of his mentor and his words. Blackwolf's black body weighing down on him, the lock his mentor put him in during their first battle training session. Grimjaw knew exactly what to do. I'll teach this little runt to fear NightClan and the rest of the world. He'll never mess with us again, he thought to himself, and tucked his head to his chest.
Without any more thought, the tomcat rolled forward and attempt to pin his opponent. While most cats would choose to tuck their limbs in and roll to the side, rolling forward gave the opponent less room to jump off out of the way, considering most cats could not successfully and safely jump backwards with the suddenness of Grimjaw's move. Claws unsheathing as he rolled, the tomcat wait to see what his opponent would do.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2013 12:19:36 GMT -5
WILDPAW Apprentice || TreeClan After landing successfully on the shoulders of none other than Grimjaw, Wildpaw got a bit caught up in the rush of adrenalin pumping through his veins. So much so that he didn’t anticipate, nor was prepared, for when the grey-and-white NightClanner beneath him rolled. Eyes widening with surprise, the young tom just about managed to scramble off of the grey and white warrior’s shoulders before he got trapped underneath the rolling tom. Twisting in mid-air so that he landed on his feet, Wildpaw could feel his heart thumping against his chest. As much as this was a little terrifying, although he would never admit it, Wildpaw just loved the rush he got when fighting, it was what made being a clan cat worth it. Landing unsteadily, the pale grey tabby was vulnerable for a few moments, which seemed to pass in slow motion. Finally regaining his centre of balance, the young TreeClanner smirked at his opponent. You thought you could get the better of me, huh? Well you’d better think again.
Panting for a few moments, pale green orbs flickering over Grimjaw for a moment before he continued with his plan of action. Lurching into action and darting from side to side, in an attempt to confuse his enemy, Wildpaw couldn’t help but savour the feeling of being in the thick of this little battle. Hoping that he’d done enough to confuse Grimjaw, the broad-shouldered grey tabby tom skidded to a halt briefly only to aim a swipe at his opponent’s whiskers with gleaming, unsheathed claws. He remembered from Adderstrike’s training sessions, that the whiskers, the ears and the underbelly were the three most sensitive parts. Pale green eyes narrowing to slits, Wildpaw darted away from Grimjaw as soon as he’d aimed his swipe, awaiting his opponent’s response to his attack. Let’s see what you’ve got, eh Grimajw? Let’s see what you’ve got…
ooc - Sorry for the shortness, my muse has run away. :/
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2013 13:49:51 GMT -5
Thunderclaw hissed as the small black and white cat dodged his swipe and launched herself into the air. She was faster than he'd anticipated, but he decided he could use his bulk to his advantage. Not that the gray tabby was a particularly big, but any cat would be large in comparison to this... dwarf. In a flash, the fluffy gray tom rolled onto his side, claws swiping through the air. This was something he excelled at. His powerful hindquarters could fundamentally impale the oncoming opponent and propel the cat off of him. With Ravenstar's size, it wouldn't be difficult to send her flying into a tree. But even as his foreclaws made contact with the other feline, his blistered side met the deciduous floor of their forest home. The fur and flesh where he'd lifted the smoldering tree from Lionstar's lifeless body had been burned in the act, and though it had healed quickly and didn't cause him any pain when he moved, the full contact onto the twig-littered ground left him gasping. Wincing at an inopportune moment, his hind legs flailed as he convulsed in pain and the NightClan leader fell on upon him.
Character; Thunderclaw Word count; 196 Notes; >.>
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2013 20:26:43 GMT -5
&& who will remember our last goodbye At Lionstar's signal, the fuzzy sorrel she-cat slid from her perch, landing, surprisingly, softly. The grey and white tuxedo was a few tail lengths to the side of her, wild Wildclaw clinging to his back. The NightClan cat rolled not to the side, but forward, a motion that Rowanpaw noted to both watch out for and to try in her next training session. Her wide green eyes watched as Wildpaw flitted from side to side in an attempt to confuse the bigger cat. Rowanpaw had been slowly crawling forward, crouched like a hunter, waiting for Wildpaw to make his move.
When her fellow apprentice lashed out, Rowanpaw burst forward. She aimed herself at the faded cat's hindquarters, claws unsheathed, as Wildpaw swiped at his face. Adrenaline flooded her veins, and all she could hear was the blood pulsing in her ears. Her entire being seemed to vibrate with energy, and she couldn't help but be a bit excited. This would be the first time she would ever put her moons of training to the test in a real battle. Rowanpaw just hoped she could make her mentor, her brother, and her Clan, proud.
As Wildpaw aimed at the cat's face, Rowanpaw lunged forward, aiming unsheathed claws at the grey and white tom's hindquarters. Her hindpaws pushed her forward, and as she quickly closed the distance between them, her shoulders dropped a bit lower, her belly fur brushing the ground. Once within range, still low to the ground, the sorrel apprentice lashed out. With rapid movements, she swung both forepaws forward, alternating her strikes.
Her forward momentum slowed greatly as she reached striking range, her young form pushed to the ground. Her hindpaws scrabbled at the ground, slowly pushing her forward in order to keep her target within range of her outstretched claws. Rowanpaw's belly and chest rested on the ground, the alternating motions of her forepaws and the slow propulsion of her hindpaws causing the sorrel shaded apprentice to wiggle like a fish out of water. Green eyes narrowed as a small smile crossed her maw, confident that the grey and white NightClan tom was thoroughly trapped between herself and Wildpaw.
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Post by Fate Admin on Sept 3, 2013 22:00:06 GMT -5
Ravenstar mentally congratulated the big brute for showing much more intelligence than she figured he possessed as he reacted well to her actions, rolling until she would come down right upon his waiting claws. However, something apparently went wrong and the tom flinched for some unknown reason and Ravenstar managed to avoid the worst of his claws, preparing herself for her landing and aiming the full force of her fall into the tom’s belly. She might be small but even a cat her size falling full force onto another’s stomach should be enough to wind them if he couldn’t pull himself together and get out of the way or turn to take the brunt off her attack. Not mention her unsheathed claws. A vulnerable belly was a bad thing to expose to sharp weapons.
She actually felt slightly disappointed. She had thought this might be a fun fight but her original assessment of the tom appeared to be more correct than his initial reaction to her leap had led her to believe. Well, if he wasn’t going to be much fun, better to finish it quickly and send him running back to his camp to let his Clanmates knows of NightClan’s victory on TreeClan’s own territory and that their stolen prey was rightfully earned from the weakling Clan.
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