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Post by Amber on Sept 24, 2020 18:15:13 GMT -5
NIKO you're always gonna fly away just because you know you can Leaf-fall Day 4: Dark gray clouds slowly settle in during the morning, a light rain falling later in the day.
The rain had stopped by the time he reached LightningClan’s farthest border. The slim tom limped heavily, his body growing weaker with each step. He was exhausted, and only desperation kept him on his paws. Blood still oozed from the gashes on his thigh, but the ones about his shoulders had stopped in the night. A small blessing, but he knew he needed to get help as soon as possible. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he stepped over into the territory he had once called home. It felt like a lifetime since he had walked these moors, but he still found his paws angling their way to the campsite. After all these years, it was still familiar to him. He had debated waiting around at the outer border, but he didn’t know when a patrol would come along to find him. So he would take a chance, cross into their territory, and get as close to the camp as possible, and hopefully they would remember him and welcome him back, if only for a brief time.
As he trudged along, thoughts of his siblings came to him, and he wondered, not for the first time, how they were faring. A bright hope to see them again filled him, giving him a small boost of energy to keep going, if only to see them one more time. Pale eyes glanced up at the sky. The clouds were clearing, and a small sliver of moon was visible overhead. There was a chance a moon-high patrol would pass soon, but he wasn’t going to wait around to be found. They could find him on his way to the camp.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, the winds shifted, bringing to his nose the faintly familiar scents of LightningClan. A patrol was coming. He stopped, waiting on shaky legs as the scents grew closer. He inhaled deeply, letting the scents bring forth memories of his kithood. As the patrol crested a small rise, his eyes immediately fixated on the silver tabby she-cat among them. His entire body trembled and his breath left him in a rush. Galestorm.
The patrol saw him then, and was immediately on alert. Niko ignored the hostility in their gazes and remained frozen as they approached. “G-Galestorm,” he croaked. “H-Help me.” He took a small step forward, but all his strength had left him, and he collapsed in a heap. He looked up at the four cats, three of which he recognized as being near his age. “P-Please...There was a f-fox...” He looked down at the wounds on his thigh, still slowly oozing, before turning back to them with a desperate plea in his gaze. “Please help me,” he breathed.
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Post by Fae Magic on Sept 25, 2020 17:48:42 GMT -5
[googlefont=Megrim] Russet-tail of LightningClan, "You are assigned to the moonhigh border patrol tonight. Owlstar wishes us to make sure the borders are secure."
dark amber eyes glinted in the darkness that surrounded them with the moon high above their heads. The silver form of the dappled warrior was ghostly in the moon light compared to the much larger white and red tom. Russet-Tail gazed up at the sky in mute thoughtfulness as his jaws opened to scent the air before speaking.
"Who's my party?" he spoke up finally looking back down at Silverburr.
"Panthercall and Galestorm I believe. I was just told to pass on the message since no one really like talking to you." Silverburr gave the other a dubious look before his back turned to him and he was heading off to Starclan knows where.
That's how Russet-Tail found himself walking among the company of two of his clan mates that he himself did not particularly know too well. He didn't like to talk to people so it wasn't odd that he kept quiet during the walk through the territory at moon high as instructed. Whether he was supposed to lead this border patrol or not Russet-Tail was going to take the lead anyways. He didn't like others being in control if he could help it.
Walking beside the two warriors with ears high and eyes bright in the moon light the warrior took in the surroundings; high alert and high strung too. He didn't want any surprises. He didn't care if he was on this patrol in all honesty as he didn't sleep much. He's just by lying in his nest staring into darkness until either morning came or the night finally managed to snag him for a dreamless sleep.
His thoughts were broken when he heard the sound of something approaching. Eyes bright and jaws parted to scent the air he was surprised to scent another cat that had a distinctive loner scent that did not belong to any of the clans and even more so he scented blood. Lots of it. Frowning he flicked his tail to signal Panthercall and Galestorm.
"Keep you're guard. We have company." he didn't speak long before a voice weakly spoke up with the name of one of his companions of the stranger's lips.
A small figure stumbled forwards looking ragged and barely standing on his paws. Russet-Tail's gaze flashed towards Galestorm with a tension about him as his eyes clearly spoke volumes of what his mouth did not utter a word for. 'who the heck is this guy and how does he know you?' Russet-Tail hated not knowing what was going on. Surprises was a major pet peeve of his. He hated not being in control and not knowing who this tom was or how he knew Galestorm did not sit well with the white and red tom.
"What is the meaning of this? Who are you? Galestorm, explain how this loner knows you." he ordered looking tense and wary. baby I'm living in the dark the only friend I have is a broken heart |
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Post by Aqua on Sept 26, 2020 14:05:56 GMT -5
Lightningclan Warrior
Green eyes flashed among the shadows of the clearing as Panthercall watched a couple of his clanmates be summoned for moonhigh patrol. In usual fashion, the black tom had also been chosen for this late night patrol by their newly appointed leader. Panthercall was among a select few cats in the clan who really didn't catch up on sleep as much as they should when in their dens. So his overall lack of being able to sleep made him among the better choices for such a patrol. His fur color also proving advantageous for this patrol, the black coloring allowing him to slip among the shadows of the moors without being spotted.
During the day, the tom had a rough time blending in and keeping himself from being spotted wandering the moors. So being able to go out during the shadows of the night gave him a better sense of belonging in the clan. An overall sense of having a purpose...well almost. He had begun to question his life and the cats he chose to surround himself with lately. None of them were too keen on him so he had trouble trying to convince himself to stick around for much longer. That and not being able to really blend in during the day didn't help. He stood out like a sore thumb both in appearance and personality around here. He almost wondered if this was a cruel joke by Starclan placing him in this clan at birth. He cursed at himself knowing he did not commonly question his ancestors but anymore he was having an identity crisis. And sadly, it was a crisis he was having to cope with on his own. Even patrols like this didn't fully take his mind off of these thoughts. However, he knew it was still his responsibility to trek on and perform his clan duties for the time being.
Alongside two other warriors, the black tom inched across the moors. His green eyes scanning around them, particularly behind them in the event of anyone sneaking up on them. As they come to the top of one of the small, hill crests Russet-tail's demeanor suddenly changed. Panthercall stopped, his eyes narrowing as he was hit with the overwhelming smell of blood in the air. Something was very wrong and from the smell of it, they were no longer alone here. The fur stood a bit on his back as the tension among his patrol rose.
"G-Galestorm,"
A voice sounded from just ahead of them now. The scent getting stronger as the strange cat collapsed in his attempt to move towards them. Panthercall glanced at their female companion, curious as to her connection with this loner. Green eyes then peered back at the injured tom. With some caution, Panthercall approached close enough to see the extent of the cat's injuries. The tom then croaking about a fox attack. The fur on Panthercall's shoulders rose tall at the mention of a fox. His green eyes immediately focusing on the moors around them. He wasn't sure if the fox may have followed the tom onto their territory so he was on high alert almost immediately. Things would end badly if the fox found them right now. They would be at a big disadvantage in the open like this and with an injured cat that needed protected to top it off.
"We need to hope the fox didn't follow him..." He said lowly to the patrol.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 28, 2020 2:56:11 GMT -5
[googlefont=Playfair Display SC] Cloudthroat senior warrior of lightningclan The instant the struggling figure of a cat appeared before them, Cloudthroat swept his gaze through the grasslands beyond, slit-like pupils transitioning into full orbs to take in as much of the moonlight as possible. Only when he could confirm no movement or eyes reflecting back at him did he properly look at the loner.
The tom's age was indeterminate, but his physical state was obvious; he reeked of blood and fox and desperation. Recognition dawned as the loner spoke one familiar name. Galestorm.
Cloudthroat tempered Russet-tail's hostility with a single, curt statement. "Niko. Littermate to Galestorm, Sunnyheart and Cloudyfeather."
Galestorm had gasped and run forward, her silver tabby pelt rippling at her sudden breakneck speed. "Oh Niko! Of course we'll help you. Oh StarClan. Russet-tail, help me get him back to camp!" She gave the warrior an expression of fierce insistance and desperation, clearly having grasped the direness of the situation.
Russet-tail was thirteen moons younger than Galestorm and her siblings. It was no surprise he didn't recognize Niko.
Cloudthroat slowly gave the reunited siblings a wide perimeter, his attention already shifting back to the landscape. It was obvious Niko needed the attention of Kindleflare, but four cats wouldn't be needed to get him there. "Panthercall." Cloudthroat glanced to the sleek dark tom. "Let's continue our patrol. If he was followed, it should be dealt with." The Clan's safety was of immediate priority; Niko's life would be safe in the paws of Russet-tail and Galestorm. While those three made the slow trudge back to camp, Cloudthroat intended to provide cover, and let the moorlands tell him if there was a fox in their midst, and where it had gone.
Owlstar was not the type of Clan leader who expected her warriors to drop everything and ignore a potential threat, even for good reason. When he and Panthercall returned, they would have something to speak on. One ear flicked back, listening for the faint rustle of pawsteps that might indicate Panthercall following suit, but he walked carefully forward, body low in a stalking position as he tracked the faintly bloody trail of Niko back to the creature that caused it.
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Post by Amber on Sept 29, 2020 19:11:51 GMT -5
NIKO you're always gonna fly away just because you know you can "What is the meaning of this? Who are you? Galestorm, explain how this loner knows you." The hostility was expected, but that didn’t mean the harsh tone didn’t sting. The pain was tempered, though, by Galestorm’s reaction. The silver tabby immediately rushed over, calling his name and making him feel just so safe. He bumped heads with his sister and found a purr vibrating within his chest for her. Niko was so thankful for her presence; if no one had recognized him, it was likely he wouldn’t have found the strength to carry on.
Faintly, he heard the sounds of the rest of the patrol talking among themselves. A quick explanation of who he was, "Niko. Littermate to Galestorm, Sunnyheart and Cloudyfeather," and a muttered reminder of what had maimed him, "We need to hope the fox didn't follow him..." Pulling together what little scraps of strength he had left, he called over to the others.
"I don’t believe I was followed...I wouldn’t be here, alive, if I was...It was a young fox...We both just wanted to be out of the rain..." He wanted to explain more, but his energy was fading rapidly. There was no adrenaline left in his system, and his body was running on fumes. He was struggling to stay awake, much less explain all of the events that had led to his presence here tonight. He was tired.
'No. Don’t fall asleep yet.' He had to stay awake. Awake was alive. He didn’t know much about medicine, but he did know that he’d lost a lot of blood, and that that was a very bad thing. He needed to get to camp and get safe. He needed to see his family one last time before he could rest. Looking up at Galestorm, her presence was like a balm to his soul. Something he hadn’t known he’d needed, but something he cherished all the more because of. He had to make it to see Cloudyfeather and Sunnyheart, too. He needed them far more than he wanted to admit.
"Oh Niko! Of course we'll help you. Oh StarClan. Russet-tail, help me get him back to camp!" As the hostile white and ginger cat from before started to move forward, Niko attempted to find his paws. He leaned his weight against Galestorm and tried to pull himself up. He managed to get upright momentarily, before the blood loss made his head spin and the world started to sway. His knees buckled and he ended up on the ground again, still leaning heavily against his sister. "I can’t..." he rasped. He would help them as much as he could, but at this point, he was pretty much forced to just go with whatever everyone else decided.
Note: So, Niko's tapped out. Fae, if you wanna have Russet-tail just pull Niko up onto his back and head towards camp with Galestorm, I'm cool with it. Niko will try to help, but he won't be of much use.
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Post by Fae Magic on Oct 5, 2020 15:33:07 GMT -5
Beauty is a joy that forever increases
It will never pass into nothingness
His nose wrinkled at the strong scent of copper and iron from the other's blood. This loner came out of nowhere, through their territory after being attacked by a fox in search of his sister? Questions flew through his mind as he studied the older male's form. He looked so beat up. Russet-Tail's ears turned towards Cloudthroat as he spoke up explaining that this loner; Niko was actually Galestorm's brother. Eyes narrowed on the loner. What made him come here in search of Galestorm all of a sudden? Russet-Tail didn't know anything about the siblings. But, at the end of the day there was someone in need and dying. Not to mention that it was a relative of one of his clanmates that was dying. At Galestorm's voice snapping into his mind, he gave her a firm nod and briskly trotted his way over towards the older warrior and her injured brother. He crouched on the ground beside Niko.
"Here, slide him over my back Galestorm. I'll carry him back to camp." he offered. He figured he was the largest out of them all and since Cloudthroat and Panthercall were going out to find this fox.
Once Galestorm managed to slide her brother over his shoulders he stood up carefully and looked over his shoulder to make sure Niko was okay and in a good position that he wouldn't jostle him too hard.
"Be careful you two. Don't do anything stupid." Russet-Tail warned the retreating backs of his clanmates that were following the trail of blood Niko had created and the scent of a fox that lingered.
He knew his clanmates could take care of themselves but he wished he would have been able to be there to help them if there was an issue during their exploration. He sighed and began walking making sure Galestorm was still following beside him.
"Galestorm, I think there is some explaining to do. Why is your brother a loner and why in Starclan's name is he coming to find you out of the blue like this?" he sighed glancing over at the older warrior.
He normally didn't care when it came to his clan mate's business but he was sort of pulled into this when the loner came to their territory and encountered his border patrol. He frowned looking over his shoulder again to make sure Niko was okay.
"He better not die on the way. If I move much faster then this he'll fall off my back. Why don't you go ahead and worn Kindleflare? Herbs are probably going to be needed to be prepared as quickly as possible." he muttered as he began picking up his pace just a little with a worried look towards Niko. He just knew that his fur was soaked in more red than just his actual fur coloring and he was in for a grooming when he was sure Niko was going to be okay.
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Post by Aqua on Oct 8, 2020 13:47:42 GMT -5
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Green eyes floated back to the injured loner as Galestorm and Russet-tail tended to him. While this tom was very familiar to him and his sudden presence here piqued his curiosity, he chose not to assist. He would instead play back up and put his dark coat to good use while they tried to get him back to camp. He wasn't sure if their clanmates would be so keen on the injured tom but he knew that if they didn't help, this tom would join Starclan by the end of the night. So he allowed them to take the best course of action here, heaving the loner onto Russet-tail's back. Out of the patrol, the tom was probably the best built feline to heave the injured cat along the path.
Panthercall turned his focus back to the moorlands around them, still not spotting any furry intruders. "Foxes may be scavengers but they're not dumb. They'll be able to smell all that blood for miles and know that Niko is walking on death's doorstep. It would be the perfect opportunity for one of them." Panthercall noted dryly. "And I intend to be sure that one doesn't try to take that opportunity." With this he began to move away from the trio, slinking into the shadows. He planned to keep the trio within his sights the best he could, while keeping an eye out for any wayward predators. Cloudthroat deciding to join him will making sure there weren't any invading critters along their border. The tom quickly took to the shadows of the moors, keeping Cloudthroat within his sight at all times while they followed the loner's blood trail back towards the border. With any luck, the others would be able to get the tom to camp before the inevitable happened. And there wouldn't be any surprises for him and the other tom to fend off along the way as well.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 1, 2020 14:12:36 GMT -5
[googlefont=Playfair Display SC] Cloudthroat senior warrior of lightningclan Galestorm shot Russet-tail a look. "Really? Now is the time to talk about this? Niko is a loner because he wouldn't adopt a Clan cat name. He stayed Niko to honor our late mother, but that wasn't a good reason in Firestar's eyes." Something dark and obviously combative crossed Galestorm's eyes. It was clear she still held a grudge against the long-gone leader over the decision to bar her littermate from the Clan.
At the suggestion that she go on ahead, Galestorm hesitated, afraid to leave Niko behind (again). But Russet-tail spoke reason, and she could see the blood soaking into Russet-tail's normally clean white pelt. Time was crucial. "Okay. Be careful with him."
Galestorm gave a single nod before bounding on ahead to alert Kindleflare of Niko's arrival.
Cloudthroat kept pace with Panthercall for the first few foxlengths, and then slowly branched off, forming a v-formation with the other warrior, hoping to catch their slippery vulpine foes in the net between them. Panthercall was correct. Foxes were scavengers, but they possessed the willingness to kill if the opportunity presented itself; it would take nothing but a single strong bite to put Niko out of his physical suffering.
The long grasses bowed their heads under a sudden surge of wind, and Cloudthroat's jaws parted instinctually. The tang that rubbed across the glands on the roof of his mouth were unmistakably vulpine. It made him want to swallow, to flush his mouth out with crisp, refreshing creekwater. He glanced at Panthercall to confirm that the other tom was aware of their new friend.
A slender, alien shape slipped around a sedge, shaggy brownish-red coat acting as camouflage against the dry moorland. Cloudthroat lowered into a crouch. He didn't attack until he was certain it was only one. Foxes occasionally hunted in pairs, or mothers with gangly juveniles.
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