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Post by Shad on Oct 26, 2015 16:59:27 GMT
The grey shecat's eyes were worn and haggard as she gathered herbs under the sun. She could not slip away at night, and her hours were so irregular now, that she had chosen to come out to the fields now, as everyone slept. She needed peace to solve the problem at paw, but she found none here. Every second she felt the pull of her patients, oh so far behind her in the camp. Wasting away. Painfully crying out. Dying slowly in their nests. The grey and white shecat even imagined she could hear their agonized cries, all the way out here and her teeth ground together miserably. She knew it was impossible. She knew she was too far from the camp for anyone's cries to be heard, but that did not stop her from thinking every wisp of wind was Spruceheart's death rattle. That every tree branch groaning was Mountainclaw, trying to valiantly hide his pain and slowly but steadily succumbing to it. Raven should be there! She should be in the Medicine Den right now! Right there! Helping them! Inside her skin, her soul screamed and raged to run back and do whatever she could. To heal. To save. To relieve the pain felt by her clanmates -but there was nothing she could do and Bolt was right. If she did not take some time to breathe, give herself a chance to look at the problem from a new direction, she would never get passed the roadblock she currently faced. More cats would die, horrible, painful deaths, and it would be all her fault. The grey shecat shook herself, trying to focus on the task at paw. She was collecting lavender in the fields, where the trees grew sparse and the grasses grew plenty. Lavender had many useful properties, but the Medicine Cat was gathering it only for its unique smell now. The Medicine Den smelled of death and blood. When a cat lived in that day after day, it was even more demoralizing than knowing their friends (and possibly they themselves) were on death's door. If she gathered enough lavender, she might be able to dampen the horrible smell. For a few hours at least. It might not seem like much, but both she and her patients needed it. All of Cedar Clan needed it. They needed something good in their lives as so many lives ended. Something made Ravenface pause. She did not know what it was. A prickling on the back of her neck. An ancient instinct reacting to a strange scent on the breeze she did not consciously recognize over all the sweet scent around her. Maybe her ears had picked up on the meadow's sudden stillness and it was making her fidget. She could not exactly pinpoint what made her uncomfortable in that moment or in any moment after, but it made her frown and raise her head to look around all the same. Pale blue eyes met a rabid hazel. For a moment, the split second of a heartbeat, the two watched each other. Raven... did not know what it was. It looked like a coyote. It was built the same. It had obscenely long legs, built for chasing and vicious teeth built for killing. It had huge ears and hazel eyes that were mere pinpricks in the bright daylight. If it had been night, with the land and creatures bleached blue under the moonlight, she never would have seen it. As it was, the monster's brilliant golden fur stood out blatantly against the still-green grasses, not yet killed off by frosts or snow. Ravenface saw all this in her peripheral. Her main focus was those eyes, predator's eyes. Killer's eyes. She knew the second she looked away the beast would be upon her. The second she moved, the second she cried out, it would all be over. Part of her wondered if it could really be that easy... but she had patients to take care of and, sorry, but dying was not on her agenda! The shecat did the only thing she could do: She turned and bolted. A disappointed cry rang out behind her and she raced for the trees, hoping she could lose the monster in them. Her heart pounded and she forced her legs to go faster but she felt as if she was running through mud. The coyote behind her clearly had no such issues as she felt its thundering steps give chase. It would be on her in no time. Did she call for help? Did she possibly bring another cat to their death? How could she? She was a Healer! If she just died and- And then no one would heal the sick and we all would die, mousebrain! And who the hell would warn us about the giant coyote on our borders? Your body? Yeah. That would sure be informative. How many cats would die to this thing while we scattered, trying to find your dumb carcass? Huh?Ravenface felt a shaky grin form on her lips as she could practically hear her brother berating her. That was right. Behind her the creature was almost upon her -but Raven was almost to the trees. She darted to the side, hearing the sound of a failed leaping pounce behind her. The monster growled in frustration, its paws thundering closer and closer, but Raven had hit the treeline. Surely it could not catch her in here? It was too big! Nope. Nope, that was wrong. That was definitely wrong! The beast was simply tearing through after her! Destroying all the foliage in its way! Ravenface had no choice now. She either died and warned no one, or called out for help and hoped several cats were nearby. Several Warriors. Who were battle-oriented. And wake during the day in the nocturnal clan. That was a darn short list. Figs, Ravenface cursed silently, but it was all she had now and she had to try. And hope. "HELP!" |
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Post by Kibbles on Oct 28, 2015 22:09:22 GMT
He had heard the screaming while hunting. His paws launched him towards the commotion and as he got closer, the massive paw steps could be heard. His heart raced as he turned around a bramble. the massive creature was running away from him. No. It was chasing something. Someone. His breath caught in his throat and he took off after the Coyote again.
"CLIMB A TREE! RAVENFACE, GET IN A TREE!"
He was pretty sure he had never sounded so loud or panicked in his life. But she was a clanmate. She was their medicine cat. She couldn't fight like the warriors. He had to go save her. Or die trying. And he didn't believe he was going to live fighting this coyote.
But what if he didn't have to fight it?
He raced forward, racing closer and closer towards the coyote. His blue eyes went wide when he realized just how close the beast was to Ravenface. He pushed forward and finally, he was a tail length away from its head. He took a deep breath.
"AHHH," he shouted, turning so that he ran straight into its head. He leaped up onto it, digging his claws in as deep as they could go. He climbed over its head, scratching it as he did so. And then he leaped off on the other side and ran.
The hot breath against his hackles made him realize that it was after him now. "RAVENFACE, GO GET SOME OTHERS!"
He hoped she could hear him. If not, then he was definitely dead. He hoped he could outrun it until help came. But he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. He knew it was much faster than himself. But he could at least get it away from their medicine cat. At least let her get to safety so that she can tell Starlingfur. That's all he could do, right?
So he ran and ran as fast as he could, breathing in the painfully cold air and dodging the trees and underbrush skillfully. Then, with one quick motion, one of his legs was yanked out from under him. He let out a yowl of pain as he was flipped into the air and caught again, hanging from one of his legs.
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Post by Shad on Oct 29, 2015 5:51:00 GMT
The beast chased after Bramblenose, tearing after the newcomer. Its large, sharp eyes locked on its target, it tore through the land. Its size rammed it into trees and bushes but still it raced onward, seemingly oblivious to anything that came between it and its prey. Its large, gleaming fangs were barred and its mouth open to showcase the creature's massive teeth even further. Those things could rip through a cats neck with hardly a second's thought. They could rend a cat's flesh, rip muscles and crunch bones. And Bramblenose had no escape. It took almost no time at all for the monster to close the difference in space between them. Powerful, merciless jaws snapped around Bramblenose's leg, jerking the tom into the air and smacking him down into the earth. In the split second Bramblenose was dazed by the impact a massive claw slammed down on his chest, squashing him into the earth and pinning him down. This was it. This was how the Warrior Bramblenose died. The monster lowered its face, its breath hot on the tom's face and its maw spread into what could almost be called a maniacal grin. "Nao," a deep voice growled. A shecat's voice. A voice... coming from the huge beast overtop the tom. Could... could it talk? Did it understand them?! "Tell me all tha' there be ta noe 'bout these here 'clahns'."The grey and white shecat did not stop. She did not turn around. Maybe leaving Bramblenose was the wrong choice. Maybe she should stay behind -but then they both would be dead. NO! No. Bramblenose was NOT dead! He would not die! Not to some dumb cat-coyote monster thing! The shecat refused to accept that. No. She would get help. They could fight off the beast. They would do it together. That was the point of a clan, right? To protect one another? That was what it was for! Surely that meant something... didn't it? Ravenface burst into the camp in a flurry of movement. She was in the Warrior's Den, panting and gasping and yelling for everyone to get up. Everyone! Right now! "Wake up!" she howled. Her lungs burned from the run and her words were spoken between gasps for air, but the message got across all the same. "There's a coyote in the woods. It chased me from the fields and Bramblenose led it away. GET UP! We have to go help him! He's toward the small creek! GO! GO!" |
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Post by Kibbles on Oct 29, 2015 23:25:56 GMT
Bramblenose's ears flattened and he stared up at the sky before it was blocked off by the large creature. He let out a groan of pain as he laid there, dazed still. Know what about the clans? What? Then he looked at it. Had he heard that right? Was this thing talking to him? No. It couldn't be. Now that he got a better look at it, though, he realized it was more of a cat than a coyote.
"Uhh... what? The clans? why should I tell you anything about them? So you can go rampaging in there and kill them? I'd rather die than risk their safety to some monster like you," he snarled in response, lashing out his claws so that they raked towards this cat's face.
He wouldn't tell this she-cat anything! She had been the one to attack and now she was questioning him. She was crazy and clearly wanted to hurt his clanmates. He had to protect them. To protect Mistlekit and Rosekit. It was his duty as a warrior.
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A giggling snort was the answer that Ravenface received. The orange eyed tom was already stretching as he got to his paws. He stared at her with his different sized pupils before pushing past her, tail curled and a grin on his face. He didn't seem all too concerned. At least, not by looking at his outwards appearance. Crooked-eye seemed as happy as ever.
Behind him followed Rookshadow, the one-eyed warrior looking much more worried than he had. Her cream pelt was fluffed out and she was already moving at a brisk pace as the two ran out of the camp, leaving the rest of the groggy warriors behind, confused as to what was going on.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 29, 2015 23:48:24 GMT
It’s okay to get lost every once in a while.
Sometimes getting lost is how we find ourselves.
He was up! He was up! Specklefoot shot out of his nest, blinking drowsily and whipping his head around as frantic screaming shook him from his dreams. Before his eyes even adjusted he saw her just inside, silver fur awry and blue eyes panicked. Light shillouetted her against the den's entrance, and Specklefoot struggled to see through the blinding daylight. Ravenface! A monster! Bramblenose! Confusion turned to horror, and then determination as he raced for the den's entrance. Bramblenose was in trouble! No, the whole clan was in trouble! Oh boy oh no, oh boy oh no.. He had to help! By the creek!
Without even saying hello or looking behind him, Specklefoot dashed out of camp. His clanmate! His friend! He'd never even seen a coyote before- he didn't even know what one looked like, but with an awakening like that and adrenaline pumping through his veins, Specklefoot knew that he had to help his clan. Towards the small creek, towards the small creek. the young warrior repeated in his mind over and over again. Would he get there on time? He had to get there on time. Even if he wasn't the best fighter and even if he didn't know what the heck a coyote was, he just had to! And- OHMYSTARCLANWHATISTHAT
Specklefoot stopped dead in his tracks, jaw dropped and gaping. His eyes had to be as wide as moons. What. Was. That. Oh Starclan, was that a coyote?! WHERE DID THESE THINGS COME FROM?! Um..... Um...!! But it was pinning Bramblenose! He had to help! He had to save his clanmate! Yeah... he.. totally had to save his friend! And not just stand there! Gaping like a terrified fool! Shaking the cobwebs out of his brain, Specklefoot narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth. Coyote or not, this thing had to get off of Bramblenose! And he was gonna help! Charging forward, he slammed into the coyote valliantly and knocked it on his tail. He saved Bramblenose and brought him home and then everyone thought he was strong and cool forever.
Or not.
Nope, more like Specklefoot charged over and kind of clumsily tried to push the coyote's paws off of the younger warrior. His voice wavered, even though he tried to be strong. But his claws were totally unsheathed! And his paws were heavy! Because he was strong! "YOU GET OFFA HIM!" he shouted, ramming his body into the creature. It was so heavy! Oh Starclan, he hadn't really fought since joining the clans. And even before then he'd been terrible. But he had to try SOMETHING!
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Post by Shad on Oct 30, 2015 1:20:11 GMT
The beast growled, a deep and horrible sound that rumbled through the forest as the cat below her tried to claw her face off. What had she expected? A nice welcome and invite to tea? Still! She had been under the impression these 'clans' enjoyed newcomers. She would certainly be a valuable asset. Just look at her! So what in the name of the stars was their problem?
"I'd rather die than risk their safety to some monster like you!"
The words were spat in the beast's golden face and she curled back her lips to hiss at him in fury. Her blood was hot. Her claws at the ready. She yanked her head away but her leg was still being savaged in the tiny creature's pathetic attempt at escape. She halted that in heartbeat, shoving her other paw on the tom's neck, pressing her claws tightly against the skin through his thick fur.
"Fool," she snarled. "Talk!"
"YOU GET OFFA HIM!"
Another one, the third one in ten minutes, slammed into her leg. These weren't cats! They were rats, that's what they were! You found one and you found them all. Here the beast had been worried when the grey one darted off that she would lose her chance. It seemed now that worry had been all for not. Still, Sweetie's legs were her weakest point. She didn't like this tom messing with them. She raised the paw off the first tom's throat to swat the annoying creature away and-
Did he have spots?
Sweetie blinked in surprise as she took in the tom's pelt for the first time. She hopped off the first tom, completely uninterested now, and darted to the second, using her paw to shove him on his side and hold him there. Her eyes drank in the strange dapples on his pelt. The strange pattern she had never seen before.
"Yew ha'e spots," she said blankly.
The massive creature nosed Specklefoot's fur, as if suspecting some sort of trick. She pulled back, a strange look on her face. She turned her side, so that the small tom could see her own pelt, a brilliant golden that had rows upon rows of small black circles all the way down to her ringed tail.
Spots.
Just like him. Just like her.
"How?" she demanded, her face full of confusion but her voice filled with exhilaration, suspicion, and hope. "How didya get them? No cat has spots."
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Post by Kibbles on Nov 3, 2015 1:58:45 GMT
Bramblenose spat in the she-cat's face as her paw went against his throat. He wouldn't talk. Not at all. She would have to torture him to make him even think about talking. But he knew better. He had to keep them safe. His new family and friends. His only family and friends who even seemed like they cared about him.
And then, another voice appeared. His blue eyes flicked over to see Specklefoot shoving at the she-cat, although she wasn't budging. And then she looked at Specklefoot and he was released. He got back to his paws and moved to stand beside the other tom. He bared his fangs at her again as she began asking more questions.
"You must be a special kind of mouse-brain. He was born with them, like every other cat was born with their fur. Just like you were born with your spots and I was born with my stripes. Now get out of here!"
A cackling came from behind Bramblenose and he let out a small groan of annoyance. out of everyone else to show up, Crooked-eye had appeared.
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"Now now, Bramblenose! Maybe this is how our guest was raised! If she wanted to kill you, she would have already! And there would be nothing you or I could have done about it!"
The tom moved forward and he circled the massive cat in front of them. His eyes looked her over a few times before he sat down on the other side of Specklefoot. He could hear the heavy breathing of Rookshadow behind them as she finally appeared too.
"My, my, my! You're a big one aren't you! Strong and sturdy! I used to know a cat like you, a very long time ago. When I was still a kittypet known as Prince Pickles. He was a neighbor of mine. Looked very much like you, yes he did. A good cat too," he said.
He looked up into her eyes and purred. "I have a feeling that you're a decent cat too, although rough around the edges. Scared our friend you did."
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Nov 6, 2015 23:05:45 GMT
It’s okay to get lost every once in a while.
Sometimes getting lost is how we find ourselves.
One minute he was ramming into the coyote, and the next he was on the ground. And the next after that, Specklefoot would probably be dead. Oh, he was so dead. So so so dead. Lichen green eyes were massive and there was a huge and I mean huge paw pressing down right on his ribs. Specklefoot couldn't even move. He was frozen. OhstarclanohstarclanohstarclanHEWASGOINGTOGETEATEN. Specklefoot screamed internally as a big nose was pressed into his fur. But his jaws were clamped shut in fear. I don't taste good really. I probably taste like moss and gross plants! he wanted to say. But right about now, he couldn't find a single word. That was, until the coyote spoke.
Coyotes could talk?!
Um.... Um....! What about his spots? "Y- yeah!" he squeaked. And... wait a second.. The coyote had spots too. Specklefoot blinked. What..? Fear seemed to be making time go awful slowly right about now. She had spots... Just like his family... Just like him... Specklefoot had never met a cat outside his family with spots like that. Her fur was golden, though. Where his entire family was full of grays and blacks and the palest tans. He didn't know that coyotes could have spots too. "H-how did you get yers? I was born with em! My Ma, and my Pa, and my uncle and my brother an me all had spots!" he tried to inch away backwards. But that paw on him had a tight grip, and he was going a whole whopping nowhere.
And then, Crooked-Eye's voice. Oh thank Starclan. He was talking about stuff that Specklefoot didn't understand, but he was here. And that meant that other cats were on their way. And- Rookshadow was already here! Relief washed over the tom- until he remembered that other cats being here didn't exactly negate the fact that he was trapped. But... with so many cats... they had to be able to fight off this spotted talking coyote! Or.... something. Was it really a coyote?
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Post by Shad on Nov 10, 2015 18:02:25 GMT
Large hazel eyes stared down at the tom under her paw in both suspicion and wonder. This tom had spots. Apparently, his whole family had spots! A shiver of excitement raced over her fur. She opened her mouth to talk to this new cat further, but then the other one -the fool that refused to speak to her, was spitting at her. Sweetie turned her head to bare her teeth at the tom and a deep growl resonated up through her throat. "Now now, Bramblenose! Maybe this is how our guest was raised! If she wanted to kill you, she would have already! And there would be nothing you or I could have done about it!"Sweetie's growl was silenced and her enormous ears flicked upward in interest. Finally. A cat with half a brain. However, the tom did not come alone. More cats were pouring in by the second. The beast's green flecked eyes shifted warily, not liking how quickly more and more cats appeared. If these tiny things thought to ambush her, she would have no qualms about ripping them limb from limb. "My, my, my! You're a big one aren't you! Strong and sturdy! I used to know a cat like you, a very long time ago. When I was still a kittypet known as Prince Pickles. He was a neighbor of mine. Looked very much like you, yes he did. A good cat too." This brought a vague recollection of memory stirring in the monster's mind, aged and foggy. Kittypet. That was what she had been once too. The memory was not a fond one though. The shecat growled companionably, "Aye ha'e no love of kittypet hearths meself. Gimme ah forest and mountains o'er cages an' twolegs any day."She smiled at the grey tom, a fierce, wild look, full of too many teeth, but a smile none the less. She looked down to the spotted cat under her paws. She leaned down to look him in the eye. "Aye am lettin' yew up now, laddie. Mind yewr teeth and Aye'll mind mine, yeah?"Sweetie removed her paw, allowing the tom to rise and turned to the stout one with the odd eyes, ignoring 'Bramblenose' as she did so but still keeping him in her sights. She did not fancy being flanked. "I have a feeling that you're a decent cat too, although rough around the edges. Scared our friend you did."The large beast rolled her eyes and spat at the ground in disgust. "A right ninny, that one," she growled. "Up an' bolted soon as look at me. An' this one," the beast flicked her tail towards Bramblenose, "-won't tell me naught 'bout nothing. Blood an' bone, laddie. How daft are ye? If'in Aye wanted ta eat yew I woulda done it, now wouldn't Aye?"The golden beast snorted with irritation and looked back to the odd eyed cat. "Aye am Sweetie. Aye have traveled and now Aye have come. Will yew tell me of tha clans? Or am Aye ta chase yew all loke marrsh hares ta hear tell a wee tale?"
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Post by Kibbles on Nov 11, 2015 0:10:16 GMT
Crooked-eye pushed Bramblenose so that he was behind Rookshadow. Just so there weren't anymore scuffles all of a sudden. That tom was so excitable and not in the good way. He would have to talk to that cat whenever they got the chance. He made a mental note to do that.
"Crooked-eye is my name! This is Bramblenose, Rookshadow, and Specklefoot. And you don't have to worry about them. They aren't going to harm you anymore. That is, unless, you attack us first! But you haven't yet, so I don't believe you are!"
He let out a giggle snort of amusement.
"I can tell you about the clans for sure! We're all warriors of Cedarclan and the she-cat who you originally chased was our medicine cat. Her name is Ravenface. Don't blame her for running. She's our healer, not a fighter. What all did you want to know about us, Sweetie?" he asked.
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"Don't jus' give 'er tha' information! She coul' use it agains' us!"
"Hush, Bramblenose. Crooked-eye knows what he's doing."
Bramblenose bared his teeth and looked between all of the cats here. Really? He was the one to save Ravenface and now he was the one getting scolded?
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