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Post by Fawn on Jul 27, 2020 20:28:29 GMT -5
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The piercing sounds of the cicadas rolled across the valley, bringing annoyance to each and every Clan. Even in the mountainous regions of StoneClan, the incessant, constant noise was inescapable. The screeches and clicks of millions of insects filled the air. But even as the ear-splitting sounds disrupted many a good mood, there was still work to be done. Bellies to be filled, kits to be seen to. Borders to be marked. Cliffshadow flicked an irritated ear, wishing the StarClan forsaken beasts would just shut up. Many other cats shared her complaints.
But more pressing matters than the wailing of insects occupied the mood of the Clan. Like a handful of her Clanmates, Cliffshadow bore a healing talon mark of an eagle across her back. The skyborne predators were expected, especially in such sunny weather and cloudless skies such as these. Yet the number of lives claimed or blood spilled by the talons of eagles had gone beyond what any cat could consider normal.
A mated pair claimed the space above them, their shadows stretching long across the dry soil and bringing with it the promises of pain.
Unless they did something about it.
"Spread out. First one who spots something, yowl as loud as you can. We'll come running." Cliffshadow directed them with a short wave of her tail. "And be careful. These eagles are clever."
Greenleaf 17 - A cool morning heralds a beautiful, refreshing, and sunny Greenleaf day. Birds are heard chirping everywhere, but the sounds of the valley are dominated by the incessant noise of the cicadas. Even the Tribe can hear their distant mating calls, though faint.OOC: You cannot participate in both the NightClan boss battle and the StoneClan boss battle at the same time! One boss must be defeated in order to join the other fight. Have fun, and don't die! Each reply counts as either an attack or an attempt to dodge enemy attacks. Valiantstride has the ability to order a retreat at any time during the battle. If your cat is defeated (loses all HP) they cannot continue to participate in the battle, but it does not mean that they must be killed off if that isn't what you want. You can simply have them be too injured to continue or be knocked out. This is the perfect opportunity to earn some interesting battle scars for your character, so by all means, work away! The enemy will appear in the thread randomly, you will know when it arrives. Short posts are recommended, as this is more of a game than a traditional RP thread. The cats who bring the enemy down will earn a prey reward for their player, a badge, and an unnamed item with which your character can decorate their nest as a trophy of their victory. Good luck, everyone!
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Post by Jos on Jul 27, 2020 22:09:54 GMT -5
Squirrelpaw
Stoneclan Apprentice243 words Squirrelpaw had heard horror stories of small cats being carried off by eagles and hawks, although he had assumed those tales were just to scare naughty kits into staying in camp. But he was wrong. The stories were true, and now two of those massive birds were hovering over Stoneclan territory, menacingly. Part of him wondered if this was how his own prey felt when he was stalking them? Did mice tell stories to their kits, warning them about the evil cats that would have them for a bite to eat? The thought was preposterous of course, that mice could be as smart as cats. Mice were dumb, and easily tricked. Was that how the Eagles felt about Stoneclan? He wondered. Squirrelpaw stayed close to the other, more experienced warriors. He had no idea what he was looking for, but his pelt prickled along his spine knowing the eagles were hovering above them. He was ashamed to admit it but Squirrelpaw was frightened, and he couldn’t help thinking that he really, really did not want to be on this particular patrol. The young tom shook his pelt and licked his chest to hide his unease, though through doing so he exposed his unease to the rest of the patrol. Fox dung! he thought crossly. In the end, he decided to keep a keen eye on the sky—if they were going to attack, it would be from above of course. It just made sense. So he watched. ((Look up-- look way way up! ))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2020 1:36:33 GMT -5
Coppertalon had always the type of cat to never back away from a challenge. Let alone run away from a problem that needed fixing. Most if they had known her, as he had, would have believed that these very notions would have been gifted to him by his former mentor, Leapingstorm. Oh the gentle and kind soul that the poor fools of stoneClan, believed her to be. Little had they realized the cruelty that had been gleaming like a vicious snake beneath those beautiful eyes of hers. She had taught him to be ruthless in battle, to use claws and to show no mercy to your enemies. They don't deserve your pity, even now her oh so sweet, and chilling voice, echoed in her mind. Whispering, and taunting him. Death had been too much of blessing in disguise to such a vile and disgusting creature such as her. Even so. She had birthed the monster that he had become and he allowed this very darkness to spread through him.
A pair of copper colored ears flicked slightly, drawing the tom's attention back to the crowd of eagles above, before they shifted to take in the words being spoken from in front of him. When the announcement for the patrol had first come, Coppertalon had volunteered without hesitation. The thrill of the battle, had tickled his fancy and the monster that peeked out from the corners of his amber, orange eyes, narrowed those same digit with a precise and concentrated will. His tongue lapped softly at the bottom of his maw, moisturizing the soft fur. The warrior was a true essence of calm and collected. There was no fear radiating from his large and muscled form. Large black claws, his name sake, scraped against the cool ground beneath his paws, while his tail lashed behind him. He curled his lips into a snarl. He was ready for this.
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Post by KARAZHAL on Jul 31, 2020 10:51:59 GMT -5
When Cliffshadow had returned with the news, Birdstar's tail had puffed out and lashed. Hawkstar himself had lost a life to a bird of prey many moons ago. He knew he could very well do the same, for the eagles preyed on them the same as rabbits and mice. A cat would feed an eagle well, but Birdstar wasn't willing to sacrifice one of his clanmates just to ensure the big bird wouldn't be back for a few days. He gave the order that something must be done; instead of Valiantstride leading the charge as deputies often headed patrols, Birdstar promised that he would do so. He still had all nine of his lives; he would chase after them, even if the path to those eagles surely went to hell. He was willing to give up his body many times over if it meant protecting his Clan; that was what being a leader meant.
When the announcement had been made, Birdstar leapt from the Rock Pile to the spiraling path that led to the top of the hill, the cluster of earth and stone that made up his Clan's home. The gray tom crawled to the highest hole, the one that let the sunlight cascade upon the Rock Pile. Birdstar's emerald eyes gleamed from the outside. He felt Greenleaf's heat without even sticking himself all the way out of the hill. From his position, he could see the sky and the vultures and hawks that soared on the thermals far above him. He envied their freedom and strategies. Long ago, his Clan had once been known as SkyClan, hunting from trees and dropping down on their prey just like these birds. Well, Birdstar was going to inform these eagles that they hadn't forgotten their SkyClan ways.
"Be ready for anything, you two!" he meowed at Squirrelpaw and Coppertalon.
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Post by Phoenix on Jul 31, 2020 17:37:33 GMT -5
I'm an angel with a shotgun fighting 'til the war's won Never could he remember the valley seeming so loud. Greenleaf had arrived, sweltering and suffocating as always, but the long days had brought with them another unpleasant companion besides the unrelenting heat: cicadas. Disturbingly large and irritatingly ubiquitous, the numerous insects put even the most vociferous kit to shame with their constant rattling noise. He hadn’t noticed it at first, but as they grew in number and subsequently in volume, their presence became impossible to ignore. White noise that never stopped – sometimes his awareness of it would fade as his attention turned to other tasks, but it was always there in the background. Grating on his nerves.
By the time the shrill call of eagles had started to occasionally join the refrain, the chorus of cicadas had reached a pitch that drowned out nearly every useful sound. Ospreywing did not like it. Keen ears paired with quick reflexes were among a warrior’s best arsenal of tools, and having one sense rendered useless felt like trying to stand on a broken a limb: though it was there, it was barely functional and could not be trusted to do the job right.
The thought of trying to take down an eagle without being able to hear the sound of its flight as it approached – one of those situations wherein keen ears and quick reflexes made the difference between life and death – was not a particularly appealing one, but the thought of an eagle attacking any of his family was even less appealing. As such, when Birdstar called for volunteers on the patrol to fight the winged predator that had been spotted soaring high above their territory, Ospreywing had set his jaw and stepped forward. A kithood and apprenticeship spent in the mountains, where birds of prey were actively sought out for food, had prepared him for such encounters, though many moons had passed since he had last had to rely on those particular lessons. The tuxedo tom imagined leaping upwards on powerful legs, unsheathed claws outstretched as he tackled an unsuspecting eagle, and somewhere in the back of his mind, his joints protested.
At 75 moons, he hesitated to call himself old, but he wasn’t young either. With every passing moon, he started feeling more his age.
The heat of the Birdstar’s voice had him flicking an ear, and Ospreywing unsheathed his claws as he lay in wait, willing the cicadas to cease their incessant screaming just this once. There was one right by his ear, where he had settled himself on a rock sitting in the shadow of a larger boulder. Lips pulling back in a silent snarl, he glared in its general direction, scanning the surface of the boulder until he spotted its body. A swift motion, and it lay momentarily stunned on the ground before a white paw silenced it forever. Stupid cicadas. Yellow eyes returned to the sky just in time to see a blur of black and white as a pair of eagles – there’s more than one! – streaked downward. A deep breath, and as his focus narrowed, the steady sound of his own heartbeat drowned out the white noise. Wait for it – now! Ready to draw first blood, the StoneClan warrior leapt at the closest bird.
I don't care if heaven won't take me back Ospreywing @tagged | background image | table by phoenix
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Post by Amber on Jul 31, 2020 18:08:43 GMT -5
[googlefont=Parisienne][googlefont=Jost] Orioleflight Eagles. Not one, but two had been tormenting her Clan for days. Birds of prey were always a risk to StoneClan, nestled up on the mountainside as they were, but to have two large eagles stalking them at once? And it truly seemed like they weren’t just being a nuisance, but actually targeting and hunting cats. They were a threat that needed to be dealt with, so when Birdstar announced he would be leading a patrol to take down the hunters, Orioleflight stepped up. As the patrol readied themselves, the tortoiseshell she-cat sought out her apprentice, Slatepaw.
“Slatepaw. You’re nearly a warrior now. I’ll leave this decision up to you. This hunt will be incredibly dangerous. If you want to join us and put everything you’ve learned into a challenge, I’ll allow it. If you would prefer to stay here and defend the Clan, I won’t judge you for it. I won’t lie to you, Slatepaw. I don’t think any cat will come from this unscathed, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the eagles manage to take a few of our number. So I leave the decision with you. Join us and risk your life for your Clan, or stay safer here and defend the camp.”
After a few moments hesitation, Slatepaw met her eyes with a fierce determination burning in his own. “I want to fight.” Oriole nodded once in respect, then offered him a small smile. “Then let’s go, and give our all for StoneClan.” Slatepaw gave a smile in return, and the pair joined the rest of the patrol, taking off across the territory to the One Tree. As they neared, Cliffshadow directed them to fan out. Birdstar gave a call to be ready for anything, and Orioleflight looked to her apprentice. “Eyes on the sky. We all watch each other’s backs.”
Suddenly, they appeared, a blur of feathers streaking downward. Ospreywing was the first to land a hit, but it came with cost. Orioleflight glanced over to Slatepaw to see the silver tabby paralyzed, eyes skyward. In motion before she ever looked up, the tortoiseshell she-cat raced over to her apprentice, knocking him away and placing her body in between him and the eagle, hissing furiously and lashing out, hoping to sink at least one claw into the damned bird’s flesh.
Sometimes.. The world finds it necessary to remind you of the good that it can hold, even when the bad seems to be taking hold all around you.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2020 23:01:29 GMT -5
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Birdstar's words rang in the senior warrior's ears like an ominous wind, caressing fur. Be ready for anything. That was truly the understatement of Coppertalon's life right now. He had been trained to go into battles like this. To take on enemies like these eagles and to take them down, while basking in the smell of their blood clinging to his claws. He was calm and collected while most cats would be worried and sweating off their pelts. His eyes, those dark glaring pools were narrowed and observant. Ever so observant as more foes came forth. There seemed to be more eagles than there were cats, but Coppertalon relished in the odds. It was just a chance to prove to himself and to his long dead, mentor, that Coppertalon was a cat to be afraid of.
Moments after Birdstar's words, came the first two foes of the battle. The eagles were as large as they were tall. Demons, that darkened the sun's light briefly as they descended down from the heavens and towards their awaited prey. Coppertalon's tail lashed once more in response, the fine bristles of the fur on his back, beginning to rise in response to the threat right before him. The clash of battle, was instant following suit. The first two attacks, from cats, Coppertalon knew absolutely nothing about. Their faces were nothing but shadow to him as were their names. And yet they moved, their claws struck out to attack their foes. The tom's eyes followed their movement simply, and it seemed that the first tom had managed a hit. The small victory was short lived, when the eagle retaliated with its own. The second attack did even less, if any. Snarling, the tom, shifted forward on his own paws, energy coursing through his veins as he threw himself at the eagle. His maw, opened revealing sharp fangs, as he angled himself down, to bite down into any piece of the bird that he, like the others before him, could take a bit out of.
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Post by KARAZHAL on Aug 7, 2020 10:24:53 GMT -5
Two shadows covered the sun over Birdstar in quick succession. His ears jolted, and his round eyes swept upward to see eagles bearing down on him. He sucked in his head and let out a scalding hiss, spit flying at the pair. The gray leader's foreleg shot out with claws swinging wildly but he didn't make purchase. He heard one of the eagles caw loudly, and he wondered if it was talking to the other and making battle strategy. Did the birds of prey talk as cats did, just in a different language? Once more he put his head to the hill-top hole and peered out. He saw the eagles flying at other cats; Coppertalon managed to nick one, and it swung about, flailing its claws wildly but thankfully missing. Birdstar lunged out from the crevice and onto the roof of their camp. He leapt across to another rocky platform.
Birdstar's first instinct was to congratulate his fellow warrior, but he was starkly reminded of the fact that he was leader now. He couldn't afford to distract his comrades in battle. Further more, Orioleflight had been struck protecting Slatepaw. Birdstar leapt down and over to them as the bird evaded Orioleflight's swing. He hoped it would be sufficiently distracted to not notice him leaping at the bird with all his talons extended. Tensing, he swung them downward.
"Grab him!" Birdstar urged his clanmates, hoping to inflict as much damage as possible while they had the beast close. Anything to compromise the feathers, for the eagle's wings were its greatest strength.
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 8, 2020 11:34:57 GMT -5
The satisfaction of feeling his claws sink into feathers was tempered by a burning sensation on his shoulder as talons drew blood in retaliation. A hiss of painThe satisfaction of feeling his claws sink into feathers was tempered by a burning sensation on his shoulder as talons drew blood in retaliation. A hiss of pain escaped through bared teeth as Ospreywing tried to take advantage of the surprise blow he had landed on the bird, attempting to grab hold of its flailing body while it buffeted them with its wings, but with an ear-splitting screech, it managed to shake itself free of his grasp. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a blur of motion that had him instinctively flinching away to protect his wounded shoulder from further injury, only to recognize the brilliant colors of Orioleflight’s mottled pelt a moment later as she placed herself bravely between the angry eagle and a frozen Slatepaw, taking the blow meant for him.
Yellow eyes glanced skyward to search for the second individual of the eagle pair just in time to see Coppertalon throwing himself at their opponent before Birdstar’s shout had him whipping back around toward the eagle that had targeted the tortoiseshell she-cat and her apprentice. Using the full force of his body, the leader had leapt at the bird with claws outstretched, and even as he rushed forward to assist, Ospreywing could see how the strength of the blow had affected it more than any of the other attacks they had managed to land. If only for the moment, it seemed somewhat stunned. Fierce determination gripped him as he lunged toward the eagle, aiming to grapple it with his claws.
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Post by Jos on Aug 16, 2020 0:03:15 GMT -5
Squirrelpaw
Stoneclan Apprentice170 words "Be ready for anything, you two!"
Squirrelpaw nodded solemnly at Birdstar's warning, still looking up into the sky.
At first he thought the shadows were crows. Crows were nothing to be afraid of. But then the shadows spiraled downwards and it quickly became clear, by the rapid increase of size, that the two shadows coming towards them must be eagles.
They were massive.
Squirrelpaw's jaw opened but he only managed a squeak as the eagles swooped down on their patrol. It was a mess of wings and legs, feathers and claws. He bushed out his pelt to make himself as big as he could, but had been briefly stunned by how sudden battle had started. This was, of course, his first battle.
Then Birdstar urged for them to "Grab him!" and Squirrelpaw was shaken into action. There was no way he could keep such a large bird down, not with his size, but he aimed to keep it occupied.
Squirrelpaw took a deep breath, released a battle screech, and attacked.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2020 0:30:48 GMT -5
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There was a rush of satisfaction when his attack hit home, but it was only a mild feeling. The eagle gave off a low screech, just as it moved to strike at him in retaliation. StarClan, was thankfully on his side. There was a SWOOSH of air as a pointed beak, moved down to stab at him, but a quick shift of his hind legs, threw the tom backwards. He landed with a soft thump on four legs, a few steps away from the bird, and away from its sharp talon and beak. The tom let out a low hiss at the angry screeching eagle, and he twisted his head slightly to see how well his clan mates were flaring. That had him catching his leader's most recent attack and the blow that satisfying landed. It was an impressive one at that, that had the elder warrior, both impressed and clearly irritated him at that same time. Yet in his time of battle as a warrior, it was best to use this very annoyance to his advantage. So with that in mind, he let out a lowly hiss, angled himself and threw himself once more at the eagle pair. This time, angling his paws out to strike and to take as much of the eagle's feathers out of their wings as he could. Without realizing it, he had come to the same conclusion as Birdstar. These eagles were birds and what better way to take them down, than by taking out their weak spots first.
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Post by KARAZHAL on Aug 26, 2020 18:46:45 GMT -5
Ever since Redpaw's death at the hands of a predator, her brother had practically thrown himself into learning how to battle harder, better, faster, and stronger. After Hawkstar had announced his warrior name to be Birdtalon, the gray tom had honed those claws of his, and here was the moment of the truth, the moment when he could really draw swords against the eagles. As he slashed down, he felt his hooked nails dig into the eagle's body and rock the bird bodily, tearing out feathers as Birdstar was carried a short distance and fell free.
Landing agilely, the tom hissed gutturally at the injured bird, watching it stagger and swerve in an attempt to get airborne before his Clanmates could attack it. It managed to dodge Ospreywing but young Squirrelpaw got a nick in, earning a strong nod from his Leader. "Excellent war face!" he commended, grinning at the tom's screech. As the eagle pair came around again, hoping to get revenge on the cats for that critical hit from before, Birdstar arched himself protectively by Squirrelpaw and Slatepaw. Coppertalon was doing great and he could trust the other tom to cover any loose ends in this fight.
He made himself as big as possible, his tail puffing out. When the bird came near to attack, Birdstar leapt up into the air, hoping to bodyslam the monster out of the very sky. He let out a fierce yowl.
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Post by Jos on Sept 3, 2020 0:01:46 GMT -5
Squirrelpaw Stoneclan Apprentice220 words Squirrelpaw forgot his fear for a moment, when Birdstar commended him for his efforts. Nothing made a young apprentice happier than having their skills praised by the clan leader. Now of course Squirrelpaw would never tell any cat that he practiced his war-face in the reflections of puddles or water when no cat was looking (he assumed), but it seemed all that practice had been worth it!
Emboldened, the white and orange tom circled around the large raptors, looking for a good place to attack. Then there was that hooked beak. It looked like it could gut a full warrior, let alone an apprentice like him. He would just have to make sure to stay away from the wings, the beak, and the talons. The whole bird, pretty much.
Though if he managed to injure a wing, the eagle would be good as dead. He saw how the bird had to lift itself to attack with talons…so if it could not lift itself, then the clan would feast on eagle meat. All he would have to do is make sure that he did not get within pecking range for long or, if the eagle did get a peck in, he was not exposing any vital organs or his soft underbelly.
Squirrelpaw squared his shoulders, crouched, and leaped for another attack.
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Post by Amber on Sept 6, 2020 19:52:19 GMT -5
[googlefont=Parisienne][googlefont=Jost] Orioleflight Talons raked over her mottled fur as she managed to push Slatepaw out of danger. The jolt was enough to snap him from the fear trance he’d been in, and his face morphed quickly to fury. The eagle evaded Orioleflight’s retaliation, and the she-cat pulled her lips back into a fierce snarl. She managed to catch sight of Birdstar just on the other side, leaping through the air to land upon the great bird’s back. Shortly after, the other members of the patrol took shots at the eagles, some landing good hits, others not so much.
Orioleflight glanced at Slatepaw who met her eyes with a grim determination. One at a time would do little against the birds. “Together,” she growled. “Aim for the wings; let’s take this thing down!” They took a moment to situate themselves, and once Squirrelpaw was clear, landing unscathed after a devastating hit, Orioleflight nodded to Slatepaw. “Now!” Together, the pair jumped, launching through the air. Claws outstretched, Orioleflight’s gold eyes were fixed on the eagle’s feathered wing, and she sent up a quick prayer to StarClan that she’d make contact. Sometimes.. The world finds it necessary to remind you of the good that it can hold, even when the bad seems to be taking hold all around you.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2020 13:46:28 GMT -5
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Coppertalon was much too involved with dealing with the threat at hand to aid his clan mates in their own struggles. Occasionally he would throw, his head in their various directions, however, to make sure that they were okay. With the way this battle was going, everyone was dealing with the same two pair of eagles after all. So when one cat would strike, the eagle pair seemingly turned their attention towards them before another cat would strike. It was a continuous cycle that one seemed to have made the eagle pair weaker by each and every moment. Speaking of which, there was another glowing of pride that swept through the brown tom's entire body when his previous attack had hit once more. This time, he hadn't gotten lucky this time. His claws had struck home, and as he was turning to shift backwards, to put as much distance as he could between himself and his foe. The eagles just happened to be a little faster than him this time.
There was a blazing of pain as claws as large as his own paw, swung down and struck at him. Immediately contacting with the thin fur of his left shoulder. Talons tore into the tender flesh, blood exploding upon impact from the newly inflicted wound. The tom let out a loud hiss of pain, his older body seemingly freezing for a second, before his mind yelled at it to move, before the bird attacked again. He flew back as far as he could, propelled by a single bunching of strained and older muscle in his back legs. The tom took but a brief moment to check the wound. He was met with a thick gash in his shoulder. The thick scent of blood swelling and flailing around the older tom's nostrils.
He lashed his tail in annoyance for his misgivings for not being to dodge in time for the attack. But now wasn't the time to worry about such things. He would push himself still, even with this little problem. His clan mates were giving it their all, and he would do the same! They were almost done here, he could feel it! Especially since Orioleflight and Slatepaw's attack from before seemed to have winded the winged demon. It was now or never to continue in their wake. So ignoring the pain still scorching through him, he let a growl before he threw himself forward again. Claws raised once more to take on the eagle pair once more and hoping to avoid more injuries this time around.
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