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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2019 15:03:22 GMT -5
BELIEVE IN STRENGTH Pumafang TREECLAN - WARRIOR - 30 MOONS Pumafang ignored the buzzing bees, their appetites voracious as the bounced from flower to flower.
So, Darkstorm was leading NightClan now. Or rather, Darkstar.
She did it, and although Pumafang didn't know many details, her social influence must have been enough to secure her dictatorship over TreeClan's shady neighbors. NightClan seemed quite supportive though, despite the suspiciously convenient death of both NightClan's leader and deputy at the same time. He wondered how naive those cats were to blindly accept Darkstar's authority after such an unbelievable coincidence, though in the past few days, Pumafang had come to neutralize his thoughts in regards to NightClan and their now impetuous representative.
The turmoil that caused such an ascension must have been why the unstable she-cat had acted so out of hand at the border, maiming Gorsetail. The chocolate black tom didn't believe her actions were wholly justified, but it seemed to make more sense: a rising ruler succumbing to violence from the stresses of seizing power...?
He had put Darkstorm's disgraces behind him rather effortlessly after hearing bits and pieces of NightClan's chaos. She was a new cat now, with a new name: with new responsibilities and focus.
It was funny though.
NightClan had been in shambles yet again, and part of Pumafang wanted to blame it on their lack of restraint and prudence as a whole. Darkstar was the perfect example of unhinged impulse. The chocolate black tom felt his chest burn with hot and quiet heat, though managed to maintain a placid expression beside Timberfrost as they led a patrol towards the NightClan border.
Why did the clans have to be so imperfect? Why couldn't the valley find a nonviolent equilibrium?
"What an interesting, unfortunate twist." He thought out loud, his voice rumbling a vague, yet specific comment.
Word had spread like a wildfire.
The gathering was a disaster.
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GaleClan Leader GorgeClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on May 27, 2019 23:42:03 GMT -5
Timberfrost The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder The massive tabby hadn't been there. The revival of Nightclan's leadership, the tension felt between the two feuding clans, the animosity fuming from Lionstar. It wasn't until the patrol returning from the gathering and Pumafang told her the story did she manage to catch up with the shift in tension between Treeclan and their neighbors within the pines.
Their leader had acted like a kit. Mewling about falsities and dishonor in the midst of a gathering. The whole would think Treeclan's figurehead had gone mad.
Was it not just like Nightclan for their roguish ways to win out in the end. Was it not like them to slink to the shadows, let the battle run through their blood and only the strong survive? Never in the history of the clans had weakness been a known factor for the darker of the five clans, so why was it any surprise that it happened now.
Nothing changed the fact that Timberfrost would spend her time as a battlement, as a barrier between those outside the clan and those inside it's woodland barrier. Let Nightclan come in force, she would spend her life taking as many as she could down with her.
It was the life of a warrior, was it not?
Side by side, the two massive warriors made their way along to the border they shared with Nightclan. Heavy tension hung in the air as both scents were nearly overwhelmingly strong, neither side about to give up. The storm only brewing as war threatened to wage. They were not alone, as it would be foolish for any two cats, even if Pumafang and Timberfrost could handle their own.
Brushfire passed Timberfrost to walk farther on down the boarder in an attempt to add another strengthened scent marker, her orange tabby brother had a cold and almost familiar dangerous light within his detached gaze. Foxfur, Rocktail and her growing apprentice, Briarpaw were the remaining Treeclanners upon the patrol. It seemed like a lot, but Lionstar wasn't taking any chances when it came to Nightclan with Darkstar at the helm. Those frosted pools of the massive tabby glanced back at her apprentice, who seemed deep in conversation with Foxfur, the red Somali always young at heart.
Her ears flickered when Pumafang's voice reached them, bringing both her attention and those cerulean orbs to focus on the large tom next to her. Her tail flickered in annoyance at the fact she actually had to look up at him, when she was so used to looking down at other cats due to her impressive size. His statement mulled around in her head for a moment, as Timberfrost was already well aware they had vast differences on opinions despite their ability to coincide well together.
Pumafang wanted ultimate peace for the valley, Timberfrost wanted protection and peace only for Treeclan. The likelihood for either of them to happen were slim, especially within the naturally brutal lives of warriors. A tale as old as time, the tabby couldn't remember a time when the two clans weren't at each other's throats, perhaps during the times which every clan had to move together, living by surviving on every cat alive.
But wasn't that the natural order of things within the valley anyways. Each clan survives yet lives independently from one another, without all five then each would fall into chaos. "Life will always have conflict, nothing lasts forever." Timberfrost said after a moment, her tone chilly as always. Even if Briarthroat, the soft deputy that disappeared, had gone on to lead Nightclan, how long would it take before another power hungry and violent cat took over and resumed what had been halted.
"All we can do is ensure that Treeclan is well protected." The tabby spoke again, her ever watchful gaze moving past Pumafang to the shadows that stretched into Nightclan's territory. Her tail flickered behind her, out of the corner of her gaze she could see Foxfur and Briarpaw pass where she and Pumafang stood as the two toms made their way after Brushfire. "I doubt the next few moons will be easy, it's better to keep our claws sharp and stay prepared for anything."
She Cat | 23 Moons | TreeClan | Warrior 714 Words | @jet @airabelle - Briarpaw as BG character | Image
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 22:59:38 GMT -5
BELIEVE IN STRENGTH Pumafang TREECLAN - WARRIOR - 30 MOONS The chocolate black tom hung on each word Timberfrost said, digesting it slowly.
The powerful she-cat was right to prioritize TreeClan's wellbeing above all, though he couldn't help but to think it to be a more closed off, small-world perspective. Though it wasn't she who stood out: all the clans thought like that, preservation of the borders and the well-being of those within them meant everything in the valley. It is known that good boundaries make good neighbors, though the clan cats had none of the liking. Every clan had in essence "shared" territory between them, ownership shifting like a pendulum.
Though he wasn't a deputy to find world peace. He was deputy to protect and serve TreeClan, and he admired how Timberfrost pulled him from his euphoric dreams and centered his mind on reason and the present.
The clans were separate and tension was at an all time high with NightClan. The Open Woods were still infested with LightningClan cats. The Deer Path was owned by TreeClan's eternal rivals, the most recent battle causing the death of Blackwolf, leading to the maiming of Gorsetail and his eventual withdraw from deputyship. Leading to the distasteful events at the gathering, Darkstar openly threatening to take the life of Lionstar's son, Brackenstride, in front of all the clans.
Peace had never seemed so distant.
"Honorable and patriotic words." Pumafang rasped, continuing a bit more loudly. "I doubt we will run into serious issues with NightClan as long as we keep our wits about us. Though that might be easier said than done." The massive tom hesitated, letting slip a quiet murmur. "I just hope Brackenstride isn't a fool."
The young warrior had a lot resting in his paws, and Pumafang couldn't help but curse to himself.
What a mess. Was Pumafang upset at Brackenstride for defending himself with deadly force? For fighting for his life?
He didn't quite know, but part of him felt that the true measure of a warrior was not in taking a life, but knowing when to spare one.
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jun 7, 2019 15:37:15 GMT -5
Timberfrost The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder There was a flicker of the massive tabby's ear.
Was Brackenstride a fool? No, but he as young, and hungry... not to mention full of youthful pride. A staunch Treeclanner, Brackenstride was the type to challenge Darkstar to her face if Lionstar would let him. The chilly she-cat could only imagine what laid on the 'little lion's' shoulders at the though that all these problems started with the death of Blackwolf.
It had been Brackenstride's claws that increased the tension between Treeclan and Nightclan, and yet it wasn't his fault.
He had protected his own life, even through the unfortunate incident of taking another. Nightclan obviously didn't see the situation the same way Treeclan did, or there wouldn't been this much of a problem. Both sides were as much in the right as they were in the wrong.
Yet, all Timberfrost cared about was keeping Treeclan and it's cats safe.
"I don't think it will be that easy." Her tone was cold as always, frosted gaze staring past the border into the darkness of the pine trees. Treeclan had a lot of young, battle hungry cats as of late, and as much as Nightclan enjoyed starting hardships and tension, Timberfrost wondered if Treeclan warrriors might attempt trouble this time.
If not Brackenstride, then what of Ivyclaw, or Foxfire, or even Brushfire. The though caused Timberfrost's cold pools to find the orange stripped coat of her brother, who was padding very close to the scent markers at the moment, his golden gaze as dark and unreadable. Although, the moment she caught sight of him, her brother lifted his head and gold met blue. only a shared look for a moment, Brushfire pull away from his sister's frosted gaze to travel further on down the line, passing Foxfur, Rocktail and Briarpaw once more.
Taking a breath, Timberfrost turned her attention back towards Pumafang. She let that unreadable gaze look over him for a moment, debating and thinking while she did so. It hadn't been too long ago that the dark tabby did everything she could to avoid her father's former apprentice, and now it seemed that no matter what he was always somewhere by her side. While she still didn't know what to make of her more... deeper feelings towards him, among the surface she was loyal to her deputy. He had shown that he could be trusted and that he did hold Treeclan's best interest at heart, as she did.
Even if her heart was more ice than flesh.
Her mind had derailed off topic, and while she did need to sort out what was happening between herself and the chocolate brown tom next to her, Timberfrost's priority at the moment was Nightclan, and the scents that marked where territories started and stopped. Eventually, Treeclan would need to plan to re-seize the woods taken from them in two ambush attacks, for now, they needed to make sure their clan was safe from any and every threat.
"Nightclan, while mostly predictable, is also extremely hard to predict. Foxstar let a lot of things slip past her nose during her life, Darkstar will not be the same." Timberfrost finally spoke again, if memory was correct, Pumafang had said Rainfur was the new Nightclan deputy, and unfortunately the massive tabby hardly knew anything about the older warrioress. Was she quick to anger, like their current leader, or was she more cautious and planning? Not having all the pieces and answers was difficult for judging and planning any strikes or counter-strikes.
"War is coming." Timberfrost said, tone chilly and cold just like the frozen look within her cerulean gaze. She could taste it, feel it in the air. Her paws itched at both anticipation for battle, as well as the future beyond when life settled down without the looming threat of violent Nightclanners, hell bent on destroying Treeclan and it's cats.
She Cat | 23 Moons | TreeClan | Warrior 663 Words | @jet Fawn @zen (Lionstar/Brackenstride/Darkstar) | Image
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2019 2:52:38 GMT -5
BELIEVE IN STRENGTH Pumafang TREECLAN - WARRIOR - 30 MOONS "Let us hope Rainfur and the medicine cats can talk some sense into that despotic rogue." Pumafang bit back quickly, his retort unquestionably accusing. He wasn't big on name-calling, but his frustration at Darkstar's pompous and temerarious nature leaked through in his choice of words. The chocolate black tom's tone, as always, was quite uninterested and monotonous, though his mind was hardly as static as he sounded. His uninterested gaze seemed to be fixed ahead, though he wasn't one to be inattentive.
A squirrel rustled, burying his acorns at the foot of an oak tree. Bees buzzed nearby, their black and yellow bodies bouncing delicately from flower to flower. Slight movement on NightClan's side of the border stole his attention, though he was unimpressed.
A toad hopped off towards moister grounds, leaving Pumafang to his thoughts and the conversation at hand, of which was a topic he didn't quite want to embrace.
Battle was a part of the valley and the clans, and Timberfrost wasn't overly sensitive in expecting a fight. War was something he would rather not admit aloud, and perhaps it was ignorance that sent him reeling in denial of the fact at hand. Would Darkstar really be that foolhardy? Pumafang's mouth grew dry. Would Lionstar let her manipulate him into the fight she seems so desperate to have?
Yes. Pumafang's conscience whispered lucidly, and his demeanor flattened even more in response.
The two cat's were about as compatible as oil and water, and the concept of resolve seemed very, very far from achievable.
An angry yowl sent Pumafang lunging forward instantly. His massive body careened towards the noise like a landslide. His mind emptied. The chocolate black tom saw Rocktail's ears flat against her head just as he leaped through a cluster of undergrowth, the grey and white she-cat's tail lashing furiously.
"Where's your little murderer, Brackenstride?" A small tortoiseshell tom sneered, the NightClan cats with him releasing dangerous smirks. "Is he too scared to show around these parts?"
"Keep moving," Pumafang hissed, pushing himself past Rocktail and dwarfing the NightClan tom who stood before her. Rookshade was like an acorn in the shadow of an oak, the NightClanner's fur fluffing up angrily as the colossal chocolate black tom stepped towards him. The remaining TreeClanners seemed to have flocked together within a few heartbeats of Rocktail's warning.
"I remember you," Rookshade started up again, green-yellow eyes squinting slightly as he looked at Rocktail, widening patronizingly as he continued. "I kicked your tail at the battle for Deer Path!"
There was a dangerous silence, broken by a vicious hiss from the grey and white feline. Before he knew it, the she-cat had stepped haughtily forward, a whisker-length from Rookshade's face, and it was that move that shoved the battle hungry tortoiseshell over the edge with rage. He swatted nastily at Rocktail with claws unsheathed, stepping blatantly over the border, though before Rocktail could move a muscle in retaliation, Pumafang was already mid-air.
The massive TreeClanner felt Rookshade's small body buckle under his weight, and how he had managed to maneuver a paw in place at the nimble NightClan warrior's throat he hardly knew. The chocolate black tom's claws pricked at Rookshade's skin, droplets of blood dripping down the side of the warrior's neck as he lay pinned. Pumafang bent down and whispered quietly in the tom's ear, almost inaudibly.
"You can say and do whatever you want on your side of the border," The deputy rumbled emptily. Pumafang's warm, slightly sour breath bathed Rookshade's face, almost making the NightClanner gag. Pumafang's desolate amber gaze was lifeless and dead. The chocolate black tom continued, enunciating achingly slow, his tone stony and hollow. "but the next time you put a paw on TreeClan territory, I'll feed your carcass to the crows."
Pumafang pulled away leisurely, tail flicking lazily as he turned his back to their rivals.
The deputy's patience for foolishness was lacking, and a hard look at Rocktail sent fur rising along her spine. It wasn't just NightClan acting out, and Lionstar's attitude of the matter wasn't making TreeClan any more forgiving of NightClan's arrogance. Pumafang sought out Timberfrost from the crowd of TreeClanners, her icy blue eyes reeling him in.
"Let's continue." He rumbled to his clanmates, only to hear an angry, defiant hiss from the other side of the border.
What a waste of time. Pumafang thought, turning to face the threat like death itself: cold, calm, and inevitable.
Word Count: 758 Tags: Ghost the Undead Goddess Notes: I'd say make up the next part however you'd like! I got a bit carried away haha.
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GaleClan Leader GorgeClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 2, 2019 3:29:19 GMT -5
Timberfrost The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder Frosted pools watched her deputy with an unreadable expression, though the tip of the massive she-cat's striped tail twitched ever so slightly. While she wasn't one to call names or place blame except where needed, the warrioress wasn't sure if denying Darkstar's leadership claim was a smart idea.
Obviously Starclan had chosen and approved of the brash Nightclanner to lead the shadowy cats among the pines. Hell, they had given her nine lives to back up such claim. Despite how things played out, how deaths and maiming had led to her position, it was still foolish to ignore such a thing.
The massive tabby didn't give much thought to their starry ancestors, she had no need to. Goldenflame had died upon his crazed believes within those of the Dark Forest, so why waste her time upon their angelic opposites. However, when it came to leaders and medicine cats, their lives were intertwined with those.
Lionstar was a fool to ignore those who gave him leadership, fool to revoke those who also gave it to Darkstar.
Timberfrost didn't have a moment to respond to the massive tomcat in patrol with her, as though thinking of such cats, Nightclan's own patrol slunk their way up to the border. Their foul scent ripe within her nose as she turned her frozen gaze upon each of their members.
With everything that happened so quickly, Timberfrost merely had time to step in-front of her golden tabby brother. She had seen the dangerous light flash within his unstable gaze, so similar to that of their father. Frozen cerulean locked with blazing amber as brother and sister stared each other down. The massive she-cat was well aware that Pumafang had the other issue under control, though within the quick seconds she knew that her brother was not a needed cat upon Nightclan border patrols.
His unreadable temperament could be dangerous in the future.
Giving Brushfire one last, long intemidating glare, Timberfrost returned her attention towards the rest of Treeclan's patrol as they were nose and nose with the clan among the pines. Flickering her tail, the cold feline silently ordered the others to continue on their patrol as she waited for Pumafang to rejoin her, his massive form slowly becoming a comfort at her side. She had nothing to say to Nightclan, as she kept her tongue behind her fangs, icy remarks were probably not needed at the moment. Tension was already thick as fog.
Finally parting her maw, the dark tabby gave the weight of her opinion after a moment. "Darkstar may not like the fact that you laid your paws on one of her warriors, nor the fact that you threatened his life." Despite the monotone of her voice, there was the slightlest flicker of amusement within her chilly gaze as she side glanced at the tom next to her. She may have been on the side of peace when it came to Treeclan's safety, but a fight wouldn't dampen her spirits either.
She knew one was coming. It was like a massive storm, waiting to break free from the sky.
"Let's finish this patrol, i'm tired of the stench of Nightclan clogging my nose." Timberfrost finished, keeping her pace with the tom that towered over her. The imagery of a tiger next to a panther bright among the site of the two massive warriors of Treeclan.
She Cat | 20 Moons | TreeClan | Warrior 579 Words | @jet Fawn (Lionstar Mentions) @zen (Darkstar) | Image
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