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Post by Mushroomstar on Dec 17, 2018 19:28:07 GMT -5
We are all stones, all different shapes and sizes. Separated we are nothing but rocks, but together we can soar to new heights creating our own
tower  It was time now for a very important ritual. It was more important this time then many other times. Radio needed to make an impression while also gathering as much data as he could from Windclan. Unlike Shadowclan, Windclan seemed weaker structure wise. They were smaller and did not hold all the position shadowclan had. On the other paw though Mushroomstar seemed similar to Radio, granted much more brutal and stupid, but still. From the moment Radio heard the leaders decision he knew the tom ran his clan vastly different than Owlscreech. While the shadowclan leader seemed to look inside his clan for answers, windclans leader was the opposite. That tom declared his answerto Radio's deal rather quickly and without anyone elses say. It made Radio quite curious of windclan. He had to know where their clan stood with their leader and where the leader stood with Radio. Two personalities like theres could clash very easily. But if they did could that mean windclan didn't have such a strong structure like The Towers? The shadowclanners had a strong sense of nationalism for their clan, but did windclan have the same with a leader like this? All these questions Radio was hoping to be answered whether verbally or non-verbally.
Radio had his scouts informed to gather as much as they could an work over time if they could. He also had a little meeting with his organizers to help give them an idea of what he wanted. Either way they had prepared a beautiful banquet. He should really find out which organizer even brought in flowers. It really brighten up the area. The ground was littered in places for cats to sit and food, both prey and human food from the city. A delicious feast indeed. Radio had a soft spot for human food from his past life. So he implemented it here. Radio sat among with everyone else letting cats from his group and Windclan take their seats around which ever food they wanted to eat. Of course Radio didn't even bat and eye when the leader of windclan sat right across from him. Both of them had a twoleg burger in front of them.
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Post by Vulturesight on Dec 21, 2018 13:17:58 GMT -5
Boulderstorm "Only The Weak Back Down"
The well build tom would have followed in with his clan, the aroma of Tower cats hitting him like a train. He would have honestly been somewhere else but this was all agreed upon by Mushroomstar without even questioning it it seemed. How did such a tom raise to power when he just jumped on things? Boulderstorm simply rolled his eyes at the thought while his gruff expression stayed plastered on his facial features. Perhaps these 'Towers' would be interesting. He met one but honestly she bored him. Didn't take his invitation like she was suppose to.
Once in the area where everything was placed, his gaze wandered to each different sitting spot. Prey left in different spots for everyone to claim. What was this feast about anyways? If it was said before he forgot. After a moment debating on where he would sit, his large paws would lead him over towards a spot which harbored a hare. A thick juicy piece which he would prefer over human trash.
Boulderstorms muscular figure would have seated itself in the spot, waiting. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2018 23:54:44 GMT -5
The only thing that's ever stopping me is me, hey!
The moon was bright overhead as Windclan trekked through the dense forest at the base of their grassy moors. A few brute looking toms had shown up to escort them away, and Jackalpaw, one of Windclans newest apprentices, was over the moon with excitement at the prospect of a feast with The Towers! It had to be similar to the "gathering" that the older warriors always talked about, right? Jackalpaw had never been to one. In fact, there hadn't been any gatherings held between the two clans in over nine moons- which was longer than Jackalpaw had even been alive! Needless to say, Jackalpaw was excited and wasn't afraid to show it.
The she-cat bounced from paw to paw as she practically hopped straight into the air, trying to get a glimpse of what was in front of her over the heads of all her clanmates. Her sister, Silverpaw, along with her adoptive mother Speckledleap, was walking beside her, and if Jackalpaw knew those two, they would be less than pleased with her antics. But she just couldn't help it- this was her first outing as an apprentice of Windclan! Surely they'd understand that?
As the group entered the wide circle that worked as a firebreak, to either protect or contain any fires inside its walls, bright green eyes widened to take in the whole area at once. There were flowers everywhere, and several of the light petals practically glowed under the moonlight. Jackalpaws mouth gaped in awe as she took in her surroundings until her eyes settled on a distant, large figure. Smiling, Jackalpaw sprang forward before lurching to a halt, deciding she shouldn't go running off without telling her mother first. "I'm gonna go sit with Boulderstorm, okay love you bye!" The she-cat chirped happily, the words rushing out of her mouth like flood waters escaping a riverbed.
Jackalpaw darted through the crowd, giggling as she wormed her way through a sea of paws. In only a few short seconds, the young molly had reached her destination. "Heeey, Boulderstorm!" Jackalpaw meowed enthusiastically up to her mentor, plunking herself down beside him. She turned her eyes to her paws, carefully inspecting the grey bird laying before her. "Mm," she hummed, her pink tongue flicking over her lips. "Looks like I'm having pigeon!" 383 words
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Post by Mushroomstar on Dec 31, 2018 20:23:03 GMT -5
 Mushroomstar
Mushroomstar knew this night was a very important one indeed. They were a powerful group there was no question to that. Mushroomstar could even sense they were hiding things from the clan cats. He could see it by the fact each cat looked like they were just recently all groomed. As windclan arrived they began to take their seats. Mushroomstar sat directly in front of Radio, though the small leader of the group didn't even bat an eye making Mushroomstar squint a little. Radio wasn't even worried or afraid it seemed and this wasn't a good sign. While Mushroomstar didn't like being seen as a threat often in this situation he wanted to be seen as one but it was clear he wasn't. This would be a dangerous game when the other side feels so comfortable near you to the point Mushroomstar could just rip into Radio from how close they were.
The meal set before them all was very appealing especially to Mushroomstar. He liked the flavor of human food sometimes. Though this meant a city must be nearby somewhere, this was a good thing to know he presumed, but how The Towers got there he had no idea. Mushroomstar stared at Radio for a while trying to judge him a bit. What exactly was it about this tom that gave him so much power? Mushroomstar had to use brute force to climb his way to the top, Radio looked strong but to control all this? He had to have something else up his sleeve.
Still though, Mushroomstar wanted to be on the good side of this powerful group, shadowclan seemed so on edge around them maybe if Mushroomstar got on their good side he could use that to intimidate shadowclan. Radio suddenly locked eyes with the fat male and they began to stare each other down. Was he trying to assert some kind of dominance? Neither blink as if locked into a challenge.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2018 20:35:14 GMT -5
 ~GLADEWHISPER~WindClan
Gladewhisper padded quietly towards the spot where other WindClan warriors were gathering for the feast. Her eyes took in the beautiful preparations the Towers had made for the clan cats, and she purred slightly to herself. Perhaps this group would be a welcome ally in the clans' new territories? She settled herself down quitely, paws snagging gently at a small rabbit. Her green eyes searched for her sister, wondering if the lazy she-cat would manage to pull herself to the feast. Gladewhisper gave a quiet snort of both irritation and amusement. If Squirrelrunner knew how big and plentiful the feast looked, she would have scrambled right in. Gladewhisper didn't doubt that her sister would be unable to resist the free food and comfortable resting spots. However, her bright colored pelt didn't seem to be in sight. Gladewhisper sniffed curiously. Maybe her sister would arrive soon...Meanwhile, Gladewhisper turned her attention back to her rabbit, licking her lips happily. |
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