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Post by Fawn on Feb 25, 2015 18:37:41 GMT -5
ZEPHYRFANG
31 Moons. Tom. Warrior.
Zephyrfang had watched the dawn patrols leave with mixed emotions; he was glad to be done with the highly predictable morning routines, and of the fact that Thornstrike was going, but the only other option was to lounge around camp, waiting for their eventual return so that his kit-sitter might 'keep an eye on him' so he didn't cross anymore borders. Suppressing the urge to rebel and go hunting on his own regardless of the consequences, Zephyrfang stayed where he was - at least, as long as he could stand to do so. Gazing idly around camp, it occurred to the loner-turned-Clan cat that he had begun to properly identify each and every cat in TreeClan by scent and by distinctive character traits.
There was Lavenderpaw, who had almost comically large ears, milling near the fresh kill pile, her mentor Adderstrike having gone on the border patrol without her; Gentlebreeze, another thin, white she-cat but with green eyes instead of pale blue, could be heard in the nursery talking gently to the kits inside. The apprentices den, upon a quick glance and a sniff, told him that it was almost unoccupied, the sound of deep breathing rising and falling from the small hollow to drift across the camp.
There's nothing to do if you aren't a healer or tending to the elders. Zephyrfang, much to his delight, had never once been asked to take care of the elders; they didn't like him and he wasn't too fond of them, so at least that was one less 'Clan experience' he had to get used to. Deciding that he'd rather be punished for hunting alone then play by Lionstar's ridiculous camp-bound orders, the muscular tabby tom rose to his paw and began to trot for the entrance. Vowing to bring back a bird for Brokensong when she returned from patrolling, he had made it nearly two rabbit lengths out of camp when the air seemed to change, heavy with a scent that was of no cat he had ever seen before.
Whiskers twitching, he saw the brambles shift and a sweep of a dark ginger tail too long to be feline; alarm rippled through Zephyrfang's pelt. Foxes! He spun around, gathering air into his lungs to shout a warning when the two long-legged vermin burst through the surrounding vegetation and straight for TreeClan's camp. Zephyrfang raced after what appeared to be a couple of gangly adolescent foxes, their long ugly snouts wearing snarls that would've made any cat think twice before attacking them - but Zephyrfang wasn't just any cat. Yelling a battle cry to alert the whole of TreeClan, he charged forward and raked his claws across one of the fox cub's legs.
Unknown to Zephyrfang, however, the mother of the fox cubs had circled around the back entrance of TreeClan's camp, making straight for the nursery.
Posting Order: Since there are 3 foxes and 6 cats, you have been split into 'teams'. Zephyrfang + Stormchaser (unplayed) will take care of the first cub. Gentlebreeze + Lavenderpaw will take care of the mother fox. Bluepaw + Pinkpaw will take care of the remaining cub.
1) Zephyrfang 2) Gentlebreeze 3) Lavenderpaw 4) Bluepaw 5) Pinkpaw
Tags: @lavender, @ghostlight, Insidious, Fate Admin
There will be one to two rounds of posting before the foxes are driven off. The fox fought by Zephyrfang + Stormchaser will kill Stormchaser and then it will be killed shortly after. The fox mother and the remaining cub will be chased out of TC's camp.
After the foxes are chased out, a patrol will return and anyone who has not signed up for the event can post freely in the thread. I will signal the end of the attack.
Kits: Anyone playing a kit can ignore the posting order, since kits will not be fighting the foxes, you can have them interact in a post or two about the attack on the nursery. @littleflower, @poptart, @honeywisp
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 22:10:47 GMT -5
Gentlebreeze Gentle Soul, Fierce Heart I thank my sister for keeping my head above the water When the truth was like swallowing sand Now every morning There is no more morning oh I Can finally see myself again
The gentle hearted perma-queen was enjoying her time in the nursery while the mothers of the three kits were out stretching their legs. It warmed her body to know that life was still continuing outside of her depression, that was slowly evaporating with the changing of the seasons. Even though watching over the other kits would never fill the whole in her heart, she would always make sure they knew they were loved and cared for.
Ears twitched atop the still thin, she-cat's head as her gentle eyes moved from Nightkit and Mottledkit's play to where Stormkit was re-arranging his bedding for the third time that morning, he just couldn't seem to figure out where that black bird feather should go. Such superstition in one so young amused the white queen, but she found it rather cute and had offered to help once before, Stormkit would have none of it however, it had to be done on his own.
Settling her head back down on her paws, Gentlebreeze let her green orbs drift close as she listened to each kit as they interacted around inside the empty nursery since it was only the four of them. Painful memories started to arise as she started to nod off, memories of her own small kit, Bugkit, bouncinng around in the nursery, questions of Lionstar on her tongue as she berated her mother with words and wonders alike.
A sharp, foul scent blasted her nose, making her fur stand on end and hide the boniness of her frail body. Green orbs flashed open with a flicker of fear and protectiveness within the emerald liquid as she stood, shakily, to her paws. With a curled lip, and fangs showing, the queen turned from the den entrance to the three kits. "Quick, hide in the moss." Her voice was gentle and soft, as she could never have a stern voice when it came to such innocent creatures.
Zephyrfang's warning call came a moment too late, before fox scent started to drown Gentlebreeze's lungs as she pressed her body at the entrance, using herself as a barrier against the red pelted canine and the kits inside. With the sharp sting of foul scent in her throat, fierce green orbs caught the sight of a lanky, hungry looking fox lumbering towards her with it's tongue lolling out and a snarl in it's throat.
A hiss rose from Gentlebreeze's throat as she couched down, and lashed out with claws, attempting to rip into the fox's muzzle. The gentle, and not to mention still weak and frail, she-cat was not at all a good fighter, that title belonged to her brother, Adderstrike, and so when her attack missed, she felt the sting of claws slap her aside and into the dirt.
A feeble yowl left the perma-queen's throat as she attempted to rise back to her paws, still unsteady as she lashed out again, this time her paw striking a spot on the mother fox's muzzle, splattering blood on the dry sand.
By the grace of God (there was no other way) I picked myself back up (I knew I had to stay) I put one foot in front of the other and I Looked in the mirror and decided to stay Wasn't gonna let love take me out That way
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 22:52:10 GMT -5
### WORDS | TAG | " I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER " | NOTES |
I KNOW YOU, i WALKED WITH YOU ONCE UPON A dream The frail white apprentice had a bad habit of forgetting to eat from time to time. It drove her mother absolutely insane, which secretly amused Lavenderpaw more than she was willing to admit. But she truly couldn't help it. Most of the time Lavenderpaw was off in her own little world, daydreaming and wondering. Why in all of Starclan would she interrupt her daydreaming to eat?
Early this morning, Ivyflower had scolded her daughter for not taking care of herself better. And one would think that a sickly cat would learn how to take care of herself after eights moons of practice. But alas, not Lavenderpaw. It was only when her mother had prompted her did the pale grey spotted she-cat finally decide to grab something to eat. She was pretty famished, now that she stopped to think about it.
The young she-cat was eyeing the fresh-kill pile with wide pale blue eyes. Her mouth watered at the sight of food; Now, which prey should she sink her teeth into? She was just reaching out to grab a plump looking morsel when an acrid, ugly scent began to mix in with the fresh-kill smells. Startled, Lavenderpaw quickly turned around just in time to hear Zephyrfang's warning yowl. Eating a nice warm meal was pushed to the back of her mind as she spotted a flash of bright ginger pelts barreling into the camp. Foxes were invading the camp!
Unsheathing her claws, Lavenderpaw was ready to jump over and help the tom fight off those young foxes, however a weak sounding cry made the apprentice change her mind. Her focus was on the Nursery and the kits inside of it. Racing towards the milky-scented den, Lavenderpaw skidded to a halt once she saw Gentlebreeze already confronting the mother fox. Feeling the need to protect her Clanmates, Lavenderpaw launched herself at the vixen with a stark battle cry. Her claws dug into the mother fox's side, cutting through the mangy thick red fur. AND I KNOW IT'S TRUE THAT VISIONS ARE SELDOM ALL THEY SEEM
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Post by Insidious on Feb 25, 2015 23:30:24 GMT -5
B L U E P A W - - - - - - Nothing had been out of the ordinary, and as a result of such she had expected a tedious afternoon in which she could perhaps look into the sharpening of her battle moves. She wasn’t bashful when it came to admitting her faults - there was no denying the simple fact that she would need more practice than some of the others - because it was no secret that she wasn’t fond of the concept of digging her claws into the flesh of an enemy. She practically shivered at the thought, finding it difficult to calm her tense nerves once they had been riled up, but she would put in the effort if it would give her the opportunity to impress Lionstar with what she had learned. That was all she wanted to do when it came down to it: she wanted to impress everyone. That was all she had ever been, all everyone ever said about her, because as a kitten her personality traits had been impressive. Now, however, her personality traits were becoming her downfall, because a warrior that wasn’t willing to fight was no good to the Clan in times of war. In the midst of bloodshed, nobody would find solace in her peaceful voice.
So it seemed that she would get actual experience as opposed to mere practice, the threat of foxes enough to send her crawling into the apprentices’ den for some shelter, her sense of duty to the Clan enough to overpower such cowardice, however, as she swallowed her fear, and her repulsion towards conflict, and decided that this was just another one of those times where her life didn’t matter as much as the lives of the kittens that were in harm’s way. She was a guardian angel in the flesh, looking out for those that needed it, always prepared to die if it meant that someone else might get to see another day. It didn’t matter how scared she was, how much of that fear could be seen thrumming within her bulbous blue eyes as she spied a younger fox’s ginger silhouette with a fierce tabby on its tail, because it would never be strong enough to conquer her passion for others.
Her intention had been to aid Lavenderpaw and Gentlebreeze who were tag-teaming the sly mother just beyond the nursery, knowing fully well that there was never too many paws working together against such a threatening foe, but her direct pathway towards them was quickly intercepted by another youngling, the ferocious creature snapping its teeth too close to her face for comfort. With a startled cry she leapt away, circling towards the nursery’s entrance, never looking away from her opponent, following its eyes towards where meowing kittens could be heard, seeing nothing in their hollow depths surpassed pure, predatory hunger. It lunged, and against every instinct in her body, she met it halfway with unsheathed claws aimed for its cheek.
- - - - - - Tags: N/A Word Count: 486. Notes: If you want, Raven, you can say in your post that Bluepaw's counter-attack goes downhill so that Pinkpaw can save the day. I don't mind if you powerplay Bluepaw a little to say she looks disadvantaged, or even gets a small injury from the fox.
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Post by Fate Admin on Feb 26, 2015 23:30:54 GMT -5
Curled up in her mossy nest, unnaturally white fur bright in the relative darkness of the apprentices’ den, Pinkpaw dozed. Gorsetail was on dawn patrol today and the two of them were going to train come sunhigh, so Pinkpaw was enjoying sleeping in for once and getting a little extra rest. She wasn’t generally a lazy cat, she liked to be useful to her Clan, but she allowed herself to be a little lazy on occasion. If anyone really needed her to be up and doing something they were welcome to wake her and ask, she certainly wouldn’t complain. She was dreaming of Nighthawk, his dark fur warm as he curled around her, shielding her from the sunlight, and the terribly bright sparkling snow that only just fallen. It had been her first snowfall, and it had hurt her eyes terribly. And then the thick stench of fox wafted into her dream and just like that Nighthawk was gone.
She blinked open pale pink eyes, looking around in bewilderment. The foxscent had followed her from her dreams to the waking world. She wasn’t still dreaming was she? Then the sound of snarling and battle reached her ears, and was that… blood? She pushed to her paws, white fur standing on end in alarm as she glanced around the den. Bluepaw? Was Bluepaw all right? Stiff legged with fear, she forced herself to the den entrance and peered out. Her eyes widened to see not one but three foxes in the middle of camp. And then her gaze settled on her sister, facing down a fox all by herself. Bluepaw’s blow to the fox’s cheek seemed only to make it angry as it snapped its pointed muzzle, full of terrifyingly sharp teeth, and swiped its paw at the smaller, blue-gray she-cat that stood in its way.
Flattening her ears, all Pinkpaw could hear was the roaring of her own blood as she shot forward, claws unsheathed and digging into the ground to propel her on as fast as she could go. She couldn’t lose Bluepaw, she couldn’t let their mother lose her. She could already hear those hateful words, It should have been you! Maybe this time it would be. Then Mistfur would be happy she was gone and Bluepaw could stop worrying about her so much. She had no desire to die, but she wasn’t about to let this mangy fox hurt her sister no matter what might happen to her. She leaped, ramming her small frame into the fox’s side before it could lunge for Bluepaw again. It staggered back and Pinkpaw reoriented herself, her fur still bristling with fear, fear of losing her sister, and quiet determination not to let that happen. She chanced a glance at Bluepaw in the fox’s confusion, “Are you okay?” Pinkpaw had never had any desire to fight, she never wanted to hurt any other cat… but a fox was not a cat.
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Post by Fawn on Feb 27, 2015 9:07:17 GMT -5
ZEPHYRFANG
31 Moons. Tom. Warrior.
It was a test of just how much he felt a part of this Clan. So used to fighting on his own, preferring to fighting on his own, hearing the screeches and hisses of other cats around and behind him was a distraction Zephyrfang hadn't wanted. Everycat just needed to quiet down or else they'd disrupt his battle - and he'd have a nasty injury to show for it; the voice belonging to the former loner's conscience spoke up, taking on the characteristics of Thornstrike. These are your Clanmates! Don't block them out, they might need your help!
Clanmates. Clanmates. He'd joined only to protect Brokensong, not to become part of the group or risk his life for others, at least that had been his sentiments when he'd taken a new warrior name. But now... Zephyrfang dodged an oncoming blow of a fox's paw, spitting, muscles freezing as he let Stormchaser strike a glancing blow off the fox's flank, before he followed up with an open slash across a long, narrow chest of ugly ginger fur. Could he really let Gentlebreeze and the others get hurt just because helping them was inconvenient or threw him off his fighting game? Of course not. Not just because he could already picture the disappointment in his mate's eyes if she knew he was being so selfish, but because that would be the wrong thing to do.
Zephyrfang had no intention of spitting on the name he'd been given.
Bluepaw and Pinkpaw are fighting another cub, and another piece of crow-food sneaked to the nursery when the rest of us were distracted! This was bad. Zephyrfang, who had only ever relied on his own strength, tried to calculate how much time it would take to help Stormchaser drive off one cub, and circle around to help Gentlebreeze and Lavenderpaw; the stench of fear was heavy in his nostrils, and he was bleeding profusely from a cut on his shoulder (though it was shallow), but he was determined to finish the fight.
Snarling and locked in a deadly dance with the fox, Zephyrfang shouted to Stormchaser. "Drive it to the brook!" The gangly long-snouted menace would lose it's footing on the bank and slip, he was sure of it. A feeble yowl and a surprisingly loud battle cry sounded just behind them, Zephyrfang's neck strained as he turned his head so fast it hurt, watching the two pale she-cats get batted around like balls of moss - only the vicious snapping of powerful vulpine jaws declared it wasn't a game.
Just then, the fox cub made to dart past them, but the streamlined gray warrior retaliated with a powerful leap, and Zephyrfang lunged to its left and bit the fox cub hard on the upper leg, making certain he drew blood. Overwhelmed, the cub made to run for the woods, but Stormchaser had gotten tangled up in its legs, sending both warrior and fox crashing to the ground. Zephyrfang heard a high yelp of pain but couldn't distinguish its origins - whether it was fox or feline, he had no idea. Stormchaser!
Word Count: 511 Words
NOTES: Slight change of plans! Zephyrfang & Stormchaser will chase off their cub, and then Stormchaser will die protecting Gentlebreeze & Lavenderpaw, since the mother fox is going to be more experienced and harder to fight. Then Zepherfang, Gentlebreeze & Lavenderpaw will kill it to avenge their fallen Clanmate. Bluepaw & Pinkpaw end up being able to handle the other cub on their own. That sound good to everybody? If not, just shoot me a message in the cbox or a PM. :) This is Round Two, a patrol will arrive at the end of Round Three.
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