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Post by Fawn on Mar 3, 2015 11:43:30 GMT -5
Lionstar 51 Moons || Tom || TreeClan
The cat in charge of TreeClan was not the type who enjoyed putting things off until the very last second, no, he much preferred promptness to laziness, which explained why six cats now crouched on the lower boughs of a sparse swath of trees at the edge of their territory, the scent marker having been pushed forward to encompass the whole of the open woods into TreeClan's forest. As it should be, or so the age-old feud went, anyway. Nobleheart, Silverfern, Wildsky, Blackfire and Mintleaf had been roused even earlier than a normal Dawn Patrol, the small group of cats chosen having been briefed the night before; silent as the trees on a morning of no breeze, the cats had crept to the very edge of their territory to the borderline separating them from LightningClan, marked it appropriately, and then took on a lofty position on branches sturdy enough to hold their weight, sank in their claws and began to bide their time—awaiting the full rising of the sun, and the LightningClan dawn patrol that would be brought with it.
Golden eyes narrowed, trained upon three approaching figures from the direction of the moorlands; he identified the calico she-cat with the very short tail immediately. Firesky. Good. Defeating LightningClan's deputy in an ambush would do very well in sending the message he was trying to convey; he glanced left and then right, making sure his Clanmates were ready. When the small LightningClan party got close enough that he could see the disgruntled looks on their faces over the moved scent marker, Lionstar gave the signal—which was nothing more complex than a battle yowl, and TreeClan fell down from the trees like falling stars. Unusually large golden paws containing unusually large white claws absorbed much of the impact, his pelt rippling over solid muscle as he immediately put himself in the way of LightningClan's deputy.
"The Open Woods now belong to TreeClan." A challenging, haughty glitter of golden eyes accompanied this declaration, the unsheathing of Lionstar's claws making it clear enough that he would defend their new territory claim with aggression; he would give Firesky the chance to run first, but he could already hear the sounds of scuffling and screeching as TreeClan met LightningClan, dawn spilling over the horizon line and onto the first battle of the morning. He felt the brush of Mintleaf's pelt against his as she appeared on his right side, the slender gray she-cat having fluffed out her short coat to its max; she glanced to him for a signal, and he felt his paws itch, more eager for this battle then he perhaps realized. That was fine, it wasn't as if he were out of practice. Battling for the sake of the Clan had always been the golden lion's forte, not hunting, and he would revel briefly in the chance to exercise his lesser-shown skills—starting with a hefty right hook if Firesky chose not to retreat.
The Battles:
Lionstar&Mintleaf vs Firesky
Blackfire&Silverfern vs Gingerpelt
Wildsky&Nobleheart vs Redscar (Go easy you two, I know you're godkits but no power-up anime-sized craters please~)
There will be a total of 3 rounds for the battle, with Lionstar starting each of them. You can briefly mention the NPCs in the fight, or let them play a bigger role, it's up to you. The posting order goes as follows:
Lionstar +Mintleaf (Fawn)
Firesky (Hellion)
Blackfire +Silverfern (@nadia)
Gingerpelt (@lacihparg)
Wildsky+Nobleheart (@littleflower)
Redscar (@poptart)
TreeClan will win this fight overall, and Gingerpelt will be severely injured and taken back to camp during the last round. I can see the Redscar/Wildsky fight ending in a draw, but that's entirely up to you guys, Smoke & Butterfly. ^^ Talk it out amongst yourselves to see who wins and who loses~
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Post by Hellion on Mar 3, 2015 18:24:08 GMT -5
Firesky
LightingClan Deputy
Fifty-Two Moons 500 WORDS @nadia NOTES BLABLA |
Dawn patrols had always been the highlight of Firesky's day. She preferred waking up before the sun compared to going out at nigh. Her internal alarm clock went off just before dawn, prompting the she-cat out of her shared nest with her mate. Russetfall stirred as his petite dappled mate nuzzled his forehead. "I'll be back before you know it and we can go hunting. She said softly to him, purring in his gentle touch and nodding of acknowledgement. "Be careful." He said softly as she turned to leave him in the warrior's den. Firesky normally waited for the patrol to gather, but it seemed they had."We will take the TreeClan border first." Firesky told him, flicking her short stump of a tail as a signal to leave, a brisk pace taken up upon exiting the camp.
Naturally Firesky took up the lead, herself remaining silent and mind wandering to her mate and kits as it sometimes did, was she doing the right thing by trying to be mother and deputy? Could she truly do it all like she first thought so many moons ago. Age had shown well in the calico she-cat, youth still filled her bones and eyes sparkled with life but that couldn't last forever. Attempt to shake herself from those clouding thoughts her attention drifted to the upcoming border.
Pausing in her stride she noticed something was amiss with the scent marking. Opening her mouth to call a warning to her small patrol it was cut short at the sound of a battle yowl. Eyes flying wide, her fur bristling the she-cat hissed loudly and raced forward. The TreeClan cats fell from the sky, Lionstar among them, this wasn't an accidental border crossing but instead a full blown border fight. Not wasting any time in giving out orders to the warriors with her. They were capable on defending themselves and their border, her faith was well placed.
Her attention went to Lionstar, eyes narrowed her claws unsheathed without hesitation. "The Open Woods now belong to TreeClan." Were the words he said to her, causing a growl to gather in her chest. "I think you are mistaken Lionstar." She replied quickly, watching another warrior appear to his side, one a little eager to engage in a fight a spunk Firesky admired even if it was an enemy. With a proud and defiant rise of her head, she opened her maw and let he growl escape with a forward step. There were no more need for words, this was a fight not a gathering.
With size provided her with quick and agile movements, without waiting for him Firesky rushed forward, meeting Lionstar's swipe with a swipe of her own. It wasn't as heavy but it was rapid and coming from her left side. His right paw made heavy contact with her shoulder while her claws attempted to do the same, drawing blood was her goal.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2015 8:50:17 GMT -5
BLACKFIRE of TreeClan
28 Moons. She-Cat. Warrior
It was early, earlier than normal for a patrol, but then, this was no normal patrol, they were staking their claims. Blackfire had been one of the cats chosen for this patrol, and she approved Lionstar's choice, if he wanted to fight, he was going to need her along with Wildsky and Redscar. As she thought this, they arrived and the patrol took off toward the Open Woods. The Open Woods belongs in TreeClan, it was the woods after all, what would LightningClan need with them? She walked with the patrol and she kept her eyes and ears open. She was not about to be ambushed before an ambush. But once they arrived at the Open Woods, they spotted the three man LightningClan patrol. Seeing their three cats made Blackfire snort in laughter, this was going to be easy.
"The Open Woods now belong to TreeClan." When Lionstar unsheathed his claws, so did the tortoiseshell she-cat. Beside her, she felt Silverfern come up to her side, Silverfern was part of her team, but that didn't help Blackfire at all for the other she-cat didn't like to fight so much, but she would make it work. "I think you are mistaken Lionstar." Once the retort was made, the fight started. Blackfire locked her eyes onto Gingerpelt and as if on cue, Silverfern bound toward the other she-cat with her. Blackfire made the first move, she jumped into the air and went to land on the she-cat, while Silverfern made the first swipe at the she-cat, one of their attacks would hit, and that would be that.
Lionstar had said that there was to be no killing, but he said nothing about wounding. And that was the goal of the tortoiseshell she-cat.
@lacihparg
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 23:14:15 GMT -5
g i n g e r p e l t
warrior, lightningclan
Gingerpelt ambled behind Firesky simply enjoying the muted light in a pre-dawn patrol. These kinds of patrols were her favorite. It was a great way to get your day started: an early morning wakeup, check the scent borders and help out your Clan, then go back and nab a rabbit before taking a nap in the warm sunhigh weather. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of the moors, until a certain odor hit her nose far too soon than it should have. Opening her mouth to tell her deputy, the young warrior was caught just as off-guard as the rest of her patrol at the battle-yowl and TreeClan cats falling from the skies.
Suddenly two TreeClan cats were at her. Not knowing what else to do, Gingerpelt crouched. The snarling shape rushing at her simply passed over the LightningClan warrior's smaller frame. While she dodged the leap, she wasn't expecting another cat to come crashing towards her. She snarled in surprise as claws cut into her flank. Thankfully the scratch was light, but it hurt something awful and was enough of a distraction.
She whirled around and launched herself at the she-cat who had leaped at her, snarling with unsheathed claws and eyes full of fury. How in StarClan's name was she supposed to fight two cats at once? Gingerpelt was LightningClan, automatically smaller than the TreeClanners. She was even smaller than average, something that did not help her current situation. Swiping at the nose of the tortoiseshell she-cat, she rolled away and bit the tail of the other cat.
Dancing back away from the two, she paused to take a breath. "You will never get our land!" she snarled, preparing to leap back into the fray. TreeClan would not win. Not today.
feel that summer breeze
the way it's calling me
treeclan vs. lightningclan :tags
298 :words
i'm amazed at how well i write her considering i never play her :notes
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 15:51:59 GMT -5
W I L D S K Y
It was as he crouched, concealed by the cover of leaves in the outspread branches of an oak tree, that Wildsky was met by the familiar itching sensation that greeted him whenever a battle was imminent. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, in fact it was thrilling. The pale grey tabby tom was pressed low, his dark green orbs narrowed and focused upon the landscape that unfolded before him. The familiar thudding of his heart had already reached a rapid rate by the time the first scent of an approaching LightningClan patrol reached his senses and he immediately smirked.
His gaze automatically passed to the five other cats that accompanied him on this patrol; Lionstar, Blackfire, Silverfern, Nobleheart and Mintleaf. For once, the young TreeClanner approved of Lionstar's choice in cats. If LightningClan didn't flee immediately, then this would be a fight easy won, or so the pale grey tabby tom had decided. They had the advantage of surprise and, besides, their neighbouring clan were hardly the strongest of cats, most of them rather skinny and not nearly as well muscled as their tree-dwelling friends. Wildsky was perfectly confident, untouched by a single trace of fear or apprehension that some cats carried when a battle grew near. Instead, he was finding keeping his built up adrenalin contained.
The young warrior's eyes followed the patrol of LightningClanners as they grew nearer, managing to identify one of the patrol's members as Firesky. But his ears remained angled towards where Lionstar was waiting, eagerly anticipating the battle cry that would sound the beginning of this ambush. Tail lavishing from left to right in a snake-like motion, the grey tabby tom was rigid with tension, irises narrowed to slits. As the patrol grew closer and Lionstar remained silent, Wildsky thought for a moment that he wasn't going to give the signal. But then, suddenly, his battle cry split the air.
Wildsky didn't even have to think. His body lurched into motion and he propelled himself from the branches, landing steadily behind his clan leader. A thud sounded to Wildsky's left as Nobleheart touched down beside him, but the pale grey tabby tom paid his clanmate little attention, focused intently upon the enemy warriors.
"The Open Woods now belongs to TreeClan," Lionstar challenged with little room for question. Wildsky lifted his head upon the lion-like tom's words, eyes gleaming with an insatiable hunger for battle, for the feel of flesh tearing. His claws slid out and he flexed them readily, sporting a sly white-fanged grin.
"I think you are mistaken, Lionstar," Firesky responded. No more than a few moments had passed before the LightningClan deputy let out a cry for battle and just like that, the battle had begun. Wildsky's eyes glittered with malice and with no more than a heart-beat's hesitation, he pelted forward. After a brief sweeping glance, he located a bulky fiery-orange tom and locked onto his target. Jaws parting in a caterwaul to reveal a gleaming set of teeth, he threw himself from side to side several times before launching himself at the LightningClan tom.
This was it. This was what he'd been waiting for, a release from the bitterness that had built up within him towards the clan of the meadows and moors. This cat, whoever he was, wouldn't know what had hit him.
A blur of grey-and-white caught Wildsky's eye as a cat rushed up from behind him, soon flanking him and aiming blow after blow upon the bulky LightningClan tom. Although somewhat irritated that the TreeClan tom had thought that Wildsky was in need of assistance, he soon brushed it off, throwing his thoughts back to battle.
Lips drawn back in a snarl, the pale grey tabby tom spat words at his opponent whilst bringing his forepaw down in a powerful frontal paw blow, "You might as well retreat now, whilst you still can!" he hissed. In honestly though, he'd be rather disappointed if LightningClan did quickly retreat; he was loving every minute of this, it wasn't often that an opportunity for such a battle came about and the pale grey tabby tom was intent upon leaving his mark upon this cat.
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