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Post by Ferntrail on Jul 2, 2018 1:42:06 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
Fern knew without a doubt she’d remember everything from this day. Everything, from the way the wind swept snow off the ground, how weak light caught the fluttering particles. She’d remember the way her breath floated out of her maws before drifting away. Her tail, fluffed up against the cold, was perked up. She was ready to go, yet she had forgotten how hard it was for the clans to get a move on.
She had a feeling they were about to get a move on when the clan cat’s attention directed towards the back of Shadowclan. Why? Squinting her yellow/green orbs she couldn’t see what was going on. By the yowling some sort of fighting. Typical old Shadowclan. A smirk twisted onto her pale pink lips, oh good it was to be home! Close to home, at least.
Then she saw the orange tom meandering towards Shadowclan, Bluepaw in tow. Any happiness in her stance was replaced with cold fury, the fur on her neck pricking up. She tossed a sharp glance towards Windclan, forcing herself to relax. She couldn’t look suspicious now, especially with the drama going on with Shadowclan right now.
She made her way back into the midst of Windclan with a shake of her head. She could sit around and wait for orange tom to come back, or she could start asking questions. Without the chance of being overheard by the high-ranks or Bluepaw. She would ask innocent questions, but she didn’t want to risk anyone important overhearing. So she'd look for someone to talk to. As her gaze scanned Windclan she couldn't help but think of the city she was leaving behind. In the city the smallest knowledge could get you killed. She had always thought the rogues were brutes, which they were, but they had this sly sort of knowledge she had thrived on. However she had missed the clans, missed her home.
Even if she didn't completely suck at living in the city she didn't belong there. She just had to hope that none of the city cats she had meet join the clans... They could complicate things. She hadn't exactly done things the... nice way. Then just as quick as she fell into the daze she snapped out of it. Her gaze landed on a pissed off looking cat. Small, probably apprentice. Why was she pissed off, though? Following her gaze she looked at the faint orange figure at the back of the Shadowclan and the cat she was pretty sure was Medicine Cat.
Shrugging she headed over, weaving through the crowd. She stopped at the younger cats side, hesitating, what to say?
"Hey, I'm Fern, you are?" She wasn't go to lie, lying wasn't the way to go.
"What do you think of the new Medicine Cat? I don't really know her, I only rejoined the clans a couple of days ago" The thickly built femme didn't really look threatening, her fluff made her look younger, more innocent.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2018 8:52:45 GMT -5
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Do I look lonely?
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Fallenstar had stood listening to Mushroomstar and he turned to his deputy, hushing her. Yes, he had done his own part of rude behavior to the new WindClan leader but his deputy needed to stay in line. He was willing to sacrifice himself for his clan but no one in his clan should step out of line around the large, brown tom and he knew this. The ShadowClan leader turned his head to gaze upon his clan and he spoke raggedly.
"My lovely dears. Do speak with respect," his voice dripped sarcastically and he turned forward again, his green eyes meeting Mushroomstar's before continuing, "and address the old man as Mushroomstar. It is his name after all."
The leader had a streak to him and the cold was getting to him, seeping deep into his veins and triggering something he had not let surface in a long time. The one thing that helped him control it was not there either.
But then, there it was! Suddenly, Froglegs had appeared beside him and a low purr was released from deep inside his chest. He could feel the calming essence of his mate enter his heart and he let his long, fluffed up tail curl itself around the tail that belonged to Froglegs and let the other tom know he acknowledged him.
But now that introductions were out of the way, Fallenstar was prepared to head off. The cats around him were antsy and he knew they wanted to begin again with the journey that was to come and although he pitied that obviously, from the noticeable sniffles, that the brown mate of his beside him didn't feel as well as he could, Fallenstar knew he needed to worry about the whole of his clan before favouring only one feline. Even if the cat beside him was always going to be his numbering priority in his mind.
He opened his jaws to speak but he caught something foul. A scent. And then a screech.
The orange tom whipped around to see a newcomer with his jaws around a cat's leg. Maplepaw! How dare a cat lay fang on one of his on clan members? And Maplepaw at that! She was almost like a little sister to him--dare he say daughter even?
He felt the rage building in his chest but Mushroomstar got to the foul scented rogue before he could and so all he could do is hurry himself over to the molly and try to comfort her.
Nuzzling Maplepaw, he did a once over of her body and then turned to Owlpaw. He seemed fairly over protective of her. Strange. Maybe Fallenstar would need to privately speak with his apprentice about this at a later time.
Turning to face the rogue, something vaguely familiar hit his nostrils and he hissed. But alas, he couldn't quite place it. This tom that had appeared seemed unfamiliar to the leader but also the scent was so familiar. It was strange. He opened his jaws and hissed in his drawling tone, directing his words to the rogue.
"You, stranger. You dare to come upon one of my own clanmates and allow your foul jaws to clamp upon her body? You dare to make comments such as yours and not think for even just a second, we will not retaliate upon you?! You DARE--," Fallenstar cut off and his eyes jerked to the left, not to far behind the rogue and his hackles twitched, his fur along his spinal cord rising and his claws extending. His body was noticeably changing from defensive mode to attack mode and he knew all the cats around him would be able to tell this. But they wouldn't understand why.
But the leader of ShadowClan knew. As the cream tom sauntered forward to sit beside Direstraight, Fallenstar hacked in disgust. He tried to hide the fact that he knew this tom and he thought he was doing well. Hopefully DeNiro would not speak anything of their knowledge of each other.
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2018 9:57:10 GMT -5
 Name DeNiro | Association Rogue | Gender Male | Sexuality Bisexual |
IF IT FEELS GOOD, TASTES GOOD
IT MUST BE MINE
HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED
BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE Although the cream pelted tom had lagged a bit behind Direstraight, he still held the other tom's scent throughout the blowing snow. He could also occasionally catch the scent of clan cats. His assumption that he was close to his desired location was correct when his blue eye caught view of a gathering of feline figures just beyond the street he was currently crossing.
The oily pavement of the thunderpath beneath his paws was cold and it slightly stung but by now, his paw pads were used to it and gained a roughness to them that had caused his bare pads to callous over the moons that he had spent within the city borders. His front paws stepped gracefully over a swirling rainbow of lost oil from one of the monsters that had crossed the path earlier but his back right paw skidded right over is, collecting the slick black substance. It beaded up on his paw and he flicked what he could off but by that time, it had left a slight stain on his light coloured pelt.
The rogue tom approached his acquaintance just as Direstraight released the leg of the screeching molly. He let out a loose chuckle and then his dry, rubbery lips curled up into a malicious smile; his deep voice echoed around the cats that had gathered around the poor sight of the young female and he glanced in Direstraight's direction.
"I see that you started the party of fun without me. Viewing such has caused me much disappointment my darling Direstraight." His eyes held a joking gleam and he carried his smile not only through his expression but also his words as they dripped with a gluttonous humour that only one who was truly insane could gather while trying to thrive in the current state that he was in.
At least DeNiro had controlled his hacking and he was no longer coughing up clots as he had been earlier. His body healed fast and he was glad for that but he could still feel a pain that radiated throughout his muscles from being overworked the last few days without any substance of nutrition entering his body. Oh well. It did no good to think on what he didn't have. What mattered now was not letting his current partner in crime have all the fun.
His gritty voice drew out vowels and he gave a sickly sweet smile to the molly that had been bit. "Oh my dear, you are a sweet piece of kibble now aren't you? I wonder how you taste. I wonder--," he paused and glanced to Direstraight and then back to Maplepaw before gazing upon her leg where she had been bit before then glancing at her other back leg then he let his words drip out of his maw. "I wonder my dear sweet how your slender body and those legs would look with sweet crimson flowing along your pelt. You are a pretty one my dear but blood always has something that makes things just that much more precious."
DeNiro ignored the other cats around him and he glared at Owlpaw, the young tom who had tried to go after Direstraight. What a fool. Even I wouldn't dare to get on Direstraight's bad side. He stepped forward to Maplepaw and without being able to flick a tail to her, he opted for lifting his left front paw to her chin and lifting her head towards his. His hot, sticky breath carried the scent of irony tang as he drawled out his hissed words. The drawl was similar to a cat in their group for he had heard their voice speaking but he hadn't looked around to see where his equal was at and he couldn't quite place the voice of whatever male cat had spoke. Up close, the young apprentice would be able to truly take in his ragged, gruesome appearance.
DeNiro had a beautiful charm about him but his face said otherwise. Even with his scarred pelt, he was a handsome tom. It was the eye though. Or the absence of it. There was nothing but jagged, grotesque scarring covering the right side of his face and where an eye should be, he only had grey and dark pink puckered scars. It added a dangerous mood to his handsome body and his tall figure of long cream fur. The problem with the handsomeness is that it wore a slight change of appearance to something of a monstrosity whenever he spoke.
"Awe yes, my dear. You are quite the sweet little piece of kibble. You'd put even the tastiest rat in this entire city to shame. I would just adore to get a taste of you. Too bad that you appear to have quite the little crowd of supporters. If I dare say, if we were alone, I would have taken a nibble quite awhile ago my little sweet kibble."
The tom dropped his paw before a cat could swat him away and he sauntered back to his other half and dropped his back end to the ground, sending a wink with his one good eye to Maplepaw.
That was when he caught a familiar scent. Glancing towards the injured molly he saw a fiery pelt and his smile only grew bigger. The two toms caught each other's eyes for only a moment but it was enough time for DeNiro to know that the orange male had registered who he was. Although the rogue thought it fun to have the chance to take out his seething instincts of power over the other tom, he knew his time would come later. At least, he could only hope.
Oh my dear brother, you sure are in for one hell of an experience now that I have found you.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2018 3:23:20 GMT -5
I hope somebody's gonna hold my tongue. Still perched upon Direstraits shoulders, Owlpaws angry eyes only shifted to the left when a familiar voice greeted his ears. Unable to stop the smile that upturned the corners of his lips, Owlpaw locked his gaze onto the blue-hued molly known as Bluepaw as he bit harder into the rogue's neck. Mischief twinkled behind the anger alight in the mint green pools as Bluepaw heard the usual banter fall from the ex-Shadowclanners lips.
The two apprentices had yet to make up since their last fight and Owlpaw was still blissfully unaware that Bluepaw had even left Shadowclan. During the time that came after their stupid argument, the half-siblings had gone out of their way to make sure they avoided each other whenever possible. Owlpaw was still under the impression that Bluepaw was on his side like she had been for the other fights he had found himself in during his stay in Shadowclans mountain camp. His confidence was only strengthed when Bluepaw ignored him long enough to insult Direstrait in her own, unique ways.
Just when Owlpaw thought he couldn't get any angrier, Bluepaw had to go and open her big fucking mouth. She brought up a sensitive topic, and what's worse, insulted it. Bluepaw cursed his Momma's name, insulted her and her memory, and that was something he would not allow. Owlpaw felt his jaw clench immediately as his teeth did their best to grind together despite the flesh separating them. He felt no sadness from Bluepaw's personal blow, instead only feeling an insatiable rage wash over him.
Owlpaw heard a screech echo in his ears, not realizing that it had left his own throat or even processing that he had released his hold on Direstrait. All he knew was that Bluepaw had charged at him, knocked him clean off the rogue's body, and now the two of them were locked into a tussle in the snow. After Bluepaws next threat, something that barely registered to his ears, Owlpaw spat directly in the older she-cats face. He drew his lips back in a cruel snarl before his strength, combined with his overwhelming anger, gave him the push he needed to overpower Bluepaw at that moment and gain the upper hand. Shoving her roughly with all four legs, Owlpaw practically threw the she-cat off of him before he rolled onto his paws and pounced on her, embedding the needle-sharp claws on his front paws into her shoulders to pin her to the ground. Blowing hot breath into Bluepaw's face, Owlpaw lowered his muzzle to her ear and hissed out, "You know better than to bring my Mommas name into that dirty little mouth of yours, do you want me to rip that damn tongue out of your fucking mouth?" Staring down at Bluepaw with uncaring eyes, Owlpaw felt his brows knit together to form a rather unpleasant scowl. "I'm not that little boy you beat up in the city when we first met, bitch, and I won't let you get away with that sort of disrespect. After all..." Owlpaw smirked. "My mother was a good woman, she didn't abandon me like yours did. I suppose I understand why she did it, though..." Digging the claws of his right paw out of Bluepaws shoulder, Owlpaw raised his paw and allowed the claws to glint in the bright sunlight. "... I would be ashamed if you were my child too. Now she can live the rest of her life and pretend she never had a pathetic daughter. If only you had inherited that whores intelligence, huh?" Bringing down his paw, Owlpaw felt nothing as his nails sliced across the skin covering Bluepaws eye. Blood sprayed outwards, instantly staining his claws and splattering against his chest and face. Sticking out his tongue, Owlpaw licked at the blood now staining the white fur of his muzzle, using the same long claw to nick the skin of Bluepaws lip. If she'd open her mouth, Owlpaw wouldn't hesitate to take her tongue, too.
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Post by Ferntrail on Jul 7, 2018 20:13:07 GMT -5
i'll sleep when i'm dead, a revolution is waking up in my head She was staring down at him with that amused expression when he spat in her face. The smirk was washed away with a look of shock. He spat in my face? The gentle humming in her ears grew to a full-on roar. Everything was in black and white, everything unfocused. Owlpaw was in the middle of it all, a glorious fire. A fire she could strangle the air out of. Suddenly he was shoving back with a strength she didn’t know he had. She was flung back into the air, her hind-paws scrabbling for a grip on the icy ground.
Then he was on top of her, slim claws sinking into her shoulder. An involuntary cry of pain escaped her lips, the breathless sound the only one she could make. When a fat-ass apprentice was sitting on you, it was kind of hard to breathe. As he looked down at her with a horrific expression she stared right back up at him with her hard eyes, her muzzle scrunching up as he blew his words into her face.
”Your breath smells bad” She commented, squeezing out the words. Bluepaw’s style was playing it off, just like this. Ignore what he was saying. She had to admit he was stronger than when she first took the chunk from his ear, that he was more experienced. But so was she. She was more experienced, she had more endurance. She could take the pain and then strike, strike hard enough so that he couldn’t get back up.
The mother blow stung, it really did. Owlpaw knew how sensitive she was to the cats she truly loved or her family. Still, she never knew her mother and Owlpaw had known his. Her words could be sharper than his.
”If your mother hadn’t been in her deathbed and only had you to look after you, she would have dumped you on the road and hoped a car would have taken you” Her tone wasn’t harsh, wasn’t cruel. It sounded like she was stating facts everyone should know.
As he removed his claws from her shoulder the tension in her stomach released, like a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her eyes flickered up to his claws, the opposite of fear in her gaze. It was like she was asking him to do it, threatening him to do it. Her ears flicked back at his next statement.
”I may not have inherited ‘that whores’ intelligence bu-” What she was trying to say was cut off as he brought his claws down, her eyes instantly flickering shut. She heard her skin rip, felt the slash through the delicate flesh. It was a few seconds later before the pain actually came. And when it did, it took her breath away. After a few desperate moments of struggling for air, she inhaled, the breath catching in the back of her throat and coming out as a hiss of agony.
Panic flared up in her chest as she flickered open the eye he hadn’t touched, everything blurry. She duly noted that he had purposefully licked up her blood and she should feel anger. The only thing she could focus on right now was the fact her face felt like it was on fire. Damn, who knew a wound could hurt this bad.
Her tongue felt thick, some of the coppery liquid had made its way into her mouth and it was all she could do not to choke it back up. She didn’t know what to do, how to get out of it, how she was going to sa-
Then his claw nicked the leathery skin of her lips and she was alive again. Staring up at him she spat up at his face, just like he had done before. As the saliva and blood arched up towards his face she tucked her hind-legs into her stomach and let her demons loose.
-He was so stupid not to keep her pinned down as harshly as he had with her shoulder and now she had room to move.-
The serrated talons then slammed into the inside of his hip, her long claws twisting in the delicate skin. Her toes spread out as she pushed outwards, her legs straightening with a quick snap. As his weight was flung back, the claws she had hooked into him were yanked out with a sickeningly squelch.
Tucking her legs back into her stomach to get away from him she twisted around, scrambling to her paws.
”But I guess I got her way of getting out of unwanted situations” Her voice was still amused in the way Bluepaw could be amused after being under someone’s mercy. The wounded eye was still squeezed shut, but she put on a gruesome smile that hopefully matched the blood on her face. Everything was off-kilter with only one eye and her shoulder stung like a bitch. Nonetheless she had to win this, had to get him to the ground.
Her long limbs tensed before she leaped into the air, snow spraying from behind her paws. She hadn’t factored in her sore shoulder and instead of landing in-front/on top of him she landed to the side, using the snow to absorb her weight. The pain still threw her for a couple of milliseconds as she tried to think of what to do next.
Then what to do came to her.
Quick as a flash her rump swung to the side, her figure slamming into his. Her tail instantly swept over the ground, aiming to curl around one of his front paws. She lurched forward again – basically blindly – her fangs glinting before she crunched down on his hind-leg. The coppery tang of blood exploded in her mouth but she kept a firm hold on him.
She could instantly hear Hollowdusk’s scolding voice, that she’d left herself vulnerable. That she could easily topple forward and that she couldn’t defend herself. She didn’t care, not right now. She was going to make sure that for every drop of blood he made her body shed, she’d repay him with two more.
Owlpaw better watch himself, Bluepaw was past playing nice. The hole her demons had made in her mind had become a pit, and she was being sucked into it. There was no going back, she didn’t want to go back. She wanted to rip every piece of skin off his bones and watch him suffer.
Wasn’t that what siblings were for? For the older one to bully the younger one.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 23:59:07 GMT -5
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
Even though four moons had passed since Frostkits abuse, the blueish tom still felt genuine surprise when he was greeted with kindness rather than anger in the wake of his mistakes. The seven month old tom still reacted negatively to conflict, still shying away as if a paw were being raised against him despite the fact that the blow has never come. After a few heartbeats, Frostkit would peek at the cat in front of him, surprise flashing across his face before being replaced with embarrassment as he ducked his head once more, releasing a small cough to clear his throat.
Frostkit felt himself calm considerably at Twopaw's kind words, though his fear never fully ebbed away. His anxiety and insecurities were always there, lingering in the back of his mind, ready to flare up at any little inconvenience. Frostkit blinked confused eyes when Twopaw spoke to him like a child before quickly looking away, attempting to hide his face as if he didn't want his emotions to show through. How would Twopaw know he was really seven moons old? All the time he had spent in Windclan he had spent in the leader's den with Mushroomstar. At the very least he had thought he was growing at a normal pace... maybe he really was just skin and bones. Oh Starclan, he hoped to gain a couple inches in height soon!
Turning his sheepish expression back to Twopaw, the she-cat tried to play off his embarrassment by focusing on the rogue that had invaded their space. Frostkit turned to look at Direstrait, who currently seemed to have a Shadowclan apprentice on his back and winced at the blood that sprayed onto the snow. "Y-yeah," Frostkit finally spoke, his gaze shifting back to the colorful face of Twopaw. "I'm sorry I'm just- I'm... uhm... I'm Frostkit. It's... nice to meet you." Frostkit tried to believe what he was saying. The young ex-Riverclanner had no friends in Windclan apart from Mushroomstar, so looking at things logically it would only benefit him to make friends. It was just so hard to trust other felines after all he had been through.
"So uhm... you're from Windclan, right? Mushroomstar uh, kind of... rescued me when I was only three moons old, but... I never really stayed in the nursery... so if you don't recognize me that's uh, i-it's fine." Stumbling over his words, Frostkit raised his eyes to try and maintain eye contact with the apprentice he was talking to. He wanted this to go well, he just... wasn't very good at small talk.
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Post by Fawnstep on Jul 11, 2018 17:22:55 GMT -5
”Anything that is beautiful, people want to break.” Maplepaw was, at the very least, overwhelmed. Shaking from the shock of the bite on her leg from Direstrait, she sat in the snow trying to take everything happening around her in at once. Fallenstar snaked around her in a comforting manner at the same time Owlpaw and Bluepaw began fighting and screeching, then she heard a retching.
No one was sick, were they? It was a few moments and way too long before she noticed a foul smell in the air and a new figure approaching. He was almost handsome in the way he walked and the way he spoke, but his face... One eye was basically scratched out, it was covered in scars. Maplepaw finally noticed that this tom was speaking to her... and approaching quite quickly. Amber eyes widened in shock and before she could say anything a paw was put under her chin. He called her Kibble and spoke of blood running through her fur. It all gave her the shivers. "Uh- uhm ..."
No real words came from her. Too much was happening at once and it was so much to keep track of. She wanted to go to Owlpaw but she felt stuck there in the tom's gaze forever. Then he backed off. His little speech ended with what honestly looked like a wink,but since he only had one eye who was to tell?
Shivering even more than before, the molly swung her head around, looking for a place to get away. Everything was a hum as cats screeched, chattered, and fought around her. These two rogues scared her to death. Her muscles had locked up and the most she could do about it was sit there and stare.  WORDS idkTAGGED love you kristemplate by Margie @ Adoxography 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 20:21:14 GMT -5
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Ever since Fawnstep was announced medicine cat, Peachpaw found her eyes repeatedly being drawn back to the light brown medicine cat, her curled ears swiveling to try and catch any conversations her sister might be having with the other cats. Peachpaw's impulsive nature found her wanting nothing more than to walk right up to Fawn and ask her just what the heck was going on, but Peachpaw knew she'd be reprimanded by her sister, if not the fat cat known as Mushroomstar. So instead Peachpaw just stomped her foot and let out irritated huffs, all while glaring at her sisters back. She would have her moment to ask questions, she just had to be patient.
As Peachpaw was sending what was probably the hundredth glare Fawnsteps way, she had completely zoned out of her surroundings due to the fact that she hadn't been expecting anyone she didn't know to actually engage with her. Physically jolting with surprise, Peachpaw turned her grumpy pout onto Fern as she introduced herself, but the expression practically evaporated off her face as it was replaced with Peachpaws famous curiosity-filled eyes.
Offering Fern a big, goofy smile, Peachpaw's entire attitude seemed to have changed as her mind was focused on making a new friend."Hi Fern, I'm Peachpaw! It's good to have you back! To tell you the truth, I only joined a couple of weeks ago, but the new adventure has been great! I'm glad you could come along!" An amused purr rumbled from Peachpaws throat as she spoke happily with the other she-cat. She briefly glanced in Fawnsteps direction when Fern asked about her before fixing the new feline in her gaze and nodding her head. "That's Fawnstep! She's my big sister, so you could say I know her pretty well. We're actually both city born, so hearing her announced as medicine cat is a bit surprising!" Peachpaw tilted her head to the left, her curled ears flopping slightly from the gesture. "Though... we did hear about the Clans when a uh... oh! A Starclan cat visited Fawnstep in her dreams. Maybe they had plans for her all this time! I just wish she would have told me before the announcement! She usually shares everything with me." Closing her eyes, Peachpaw gave a small shake of her head before putting on a big smile again. "Anyway, Fawnsteps a really good cat! And I'm not just saying that because we're family. She raised me ever since I was a kitten. so I'm sure she can handle these new responsibilities!" 424 words
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 21:53:50 GMT -5
Nothing can dim the light that shines from within.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear... Heavily panting, the young molly raced down the slick city sidewalk, her delicate claws extended and scratching at the surface of the ice in a futile attempt to gain some traction. What in the Heavens had happened to her owner?! One day she was sleeping curled up at the foot of the elderly woman's bed and the next her humans own kitten had taken her away, only returning several days later to cage her up and abandon her in the middle of nowhere! Where was her nest? Where was Mary Ann?!Skittering down the street, Sugar Cube spotted a young tree sprouting on the corner of the road and launched herself at it. Scratching at its slender trunk, Sugar Cube fell not once, but twice before she was able to safely perch upon one of its branches, her scrawny frame the only reason the branch held under her. The pure white she-cat shivered violently as she attempted to coach herself down from her panic now that she was safely away from her assailants, even though she knew she couldn't stay holed up in this tree forever. The sun was already cresting the horizon and Sugar Cube had to get home!"But which way do I go?" Sugar Cube wondered aloud as she exhaled a shaky breath, her pale amber eyes sweeping the city before her. Even with an elevated sight, nothing around here looked familiar to her. She was very, very lost. Have some faith, Sugar Cube! the she-cat chided herself, putting on her bravest face as she delicately slid down the tree she had only recently taken shelter in. You won't ever get home if you just sit around and worry! Drawing in a deep breath, Sugar Cube glanced around her surroundings one last time before picking a random direction and started walking.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sugar Cube had been walking for what felt like days, but she was certain it was only a couple of hours. By now, the sun had fully risen into the sky as morning settled over the city, causing the human activity to increase drastically. Sugar Cube had found herself dodging humans, cars, and even the dreaded dogs that pulled at their leashes when they spotted her. What's worse, the chemicals the human spread across the sidewalks to melt away snow and ice was causing her paw pads to become raw and irritated. In fact, a dull stinging had started in her pads about an hour ago and the longer she walked the worse the pain became. By now, Sugar Cube had reached a sea of trees. At first, she had been excited to see them, it had meant she was out of the thickest part of the city and possibly closer to her nest. Her human resided in a forested area and Sugar Cube had spent many early mornings watching the birds out the large bay windows. However, her excitement began to dwindle as the longer she walked, the thicker the forest around her became. Losing hope, Sugar Cube was about to turn back to head into the city when the strong scent of cats crossed her spotted nose. She flicked her ears, straining them forward in an attempt to catch any sound produced by the felines ahead of her. Maybe they could help her! Hope had flared anew in her heart at the very thought and, carefully, Sugar Cube pushed herself through the snow with renewed energy. She used her pink, speckled nose to guide her through the thick mass of trees while her tail flew high to keep the snow from clumping together in her long fur.Breeching the end of the trees, Sugar Cube felt her heart sink as she stared outward at the cats before her, her pale amber eyes widened as she took in the sheer number of them. This... this was unheard of! Who are these cats and why are there so many of them?! Sugar Cube felt frozen to the spot as she gazed at all of them, her eyes traveling down the line to see two young cats fighting, something that appeared to hold almost all of their attention as no one had spotted her yet. A shiver ran up her spine as her fur stood on end, her paws shaking slightly as she took a step back. If she turned and ran now, no one would see her... but... she still needed help. Oh, what was she to do?! 750 words
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Post by Ferntrail on Jul 12, 2018 15:44:22 GMT -5
 IF YOU WERE DROWNING AT SEA i'd give you my lungs so you can breath
Why was everyone being so fricken stupid? It was his time, his time to find his mother. And they had to go ruin it for him. The unfairness made him start weeping again, wanting attention. They were full on ignoring him! He was scared, he was cold! He was the kit here, why were they acting so immature? When the crying didn’t work he put his expression into a pout, glaring at the rogue.
He no longer saw the rogue scary, just annoying! So many adult cats were around them, they were fine. He looked up and at the cats around him, letting out small mews. They weren’t really loud enough to be heard over the wind, unless you were listening. And they obviously weren’t.
He tossed a glance over his shoulder, catching Vipernose’s gaze at the last second. He knew that molly! She was the first one to cuddle him. She liked him, right? More then these cats. He suddenly kinda leaped back, although his limbs got caught in the snow, as Fallenstar came over. He started comforting Maplepaw and he couldn’t help but glare. Not even a hello?
Fine, he’d go see Vipernose. He turned around to leave until he decided that his anger needed to be unleashed. Owlpaw got to fight, which he had told him not to! So he got to say something. Squeezing himself between Maplepaw and Fallenstar he looked between both of them, Maplepaw probably couldn’t hold his weight. Then he got a grip on Fallenstar’s back and hauled himself up.
Balancing on his shoulders he inhaled deeply… And let out a yell that only a kit could make.
”Cat that is obsessed with kibble; your face looks like bird sh-“ No, he wasn’t Owlpaw.
”Bird poo” then he slid off the tom and scrambled away through the legs of the cats that were crowding around.
He was feeling happy now and had a sudden burst of energy that let him leap to and fro the piles of snow. Right to Vipernose.
Staring up at her with his wide eyes he let out a sweet meow
”Hello there, ma’am, I’m Otterkit! Remember me?”
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Post by Ferntrail on Jul 13, 2018 15:56:03 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
The peachy feminine looked around behind Peachpaw. The cats that were gathered around them were skinny, mangy-looking. Nothing like the fat, glossy clan cats she remembered. In fact, she probably was much fatter then them. She knew where the good pickings were in the city, and didn’t have to share. Her pelt however, was a mess, still she was in better shape than the majority cats.
The clans cats were so unprepared for this type of thing, she almost felt pity for all the cats. They had trusted their high ranks to pull them through, but they were obviously over their heads. The only thing they could do is hope they didn’t die along the journey.
She had been staring above the younger cats head, when she realised she should actually be looking at her. Drawing her gaze back down she tilted her head to the side.
”Nice to meet you, Peachpaw!” Her voice the definition of friendly. It wasn’t even like she disliked this femme, she was actually kinda nice! Very different to the city cats. Peachpaw was kind of a splash of cold water in the face. Refreshing and eye-opening. As Peachpaw chattered on to her, she started humming quietly, in thought.
”I’m sure Starclan chose her because she has the right personality traits to do the job even if she doesn’t have the skill set, yet” Fern believed in Starclan, yes. Unlike her maggot of a sister she looked up to her starry ancestors, no matter the evil she dished out. She then lightly rested her tail on Peachpaw’s shoulder.
”Maybe she wasn’t allowed to tell you?” she then let out a chuckle
”If you turned out good, she can turn the clan good!”
between the sinners and the saints
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2018 21:37:45 GMT -5
I said hey look ma, i made it. Owlpaw chuckled at Bluepaws best attempt to upset him by bringing up what she thought his mother would have done, but in reality, the blue she-cat couldn't be further from the truth. Seriously, it was laughable! Owlpaw graced his once friend with a roll of his eyes before flashing a toothy smile down at Bluepaw once again. "Nice try sweetheart, but you're forgetting that I traveled with my Momma for a few months before she ever fell ill. I know how much you hate to be wrong, but... I think you're confusing your own parents with mine, and we only share a father."
Owlpaw felt his eyes instantly close as Bluepaw spit the blood that had dripped into her mouth directly into his face, his lips instantly turning down into a frown as he experienced a sense of I should have seen this coming. As he opened mint green eyes to glare down at his half-sister, Owlpaw felt her powerful legs impact his stomach and force all the air to evacuate his lungs. "Fuck," Owlpaw grunted as he felt his legs buckle as the pain shot straight to his brain, causing him to experience a slight head rush. Next came the sensation of tiny daggers flaying the thin skin of his hip, the tiny needle-like points of Bluepaw's claws cutting into the thick muscle underneath and sending waves of pain through his entire body. Before he could even try to rip himself away from Bluepaw, his half-sister had done it for him by kicking him roughly to the side and knocking him off balance, her claws tearing a trail up his hip and across his lower ribs in his fall.
Blood sprayed into the air as Owlpaw crashed into the snow below, a large imprint having been left behind as the young tom rose to his paws. He twisted around to face Bluepaw, his wound a dull pulsing as he stared down at his opponent. He couldn't help but laugh a bitter sound as he took in the sight of what he had done to her face. "Ooo, that's going to leave a mark." As the words left Owlpaws mouth, Bluepaw was leaping into the air, her slim figure blocking out the sunlight that filtered through the trees as Owlpaw lifted his gaze to follow her movements. With a grin, Owlpaw was shifting into his best battle stance in preparation for Bluepaws best attack. As Bluepaw descended upon him, Owlpaw quickly stepped to the side which ensured Bluepaw didn't land on top of him again, though, by the way she staggered ever so slightly, Owlpaw had a good impression that she would have missed regardless.
It didn't matter though, as Bluepaw was quickly chomping down onto his left hind leg. Instantly, Owlpaw was letting out a loud hiss and, planting his front paws on the ground, used his free hind leg to kick off the ground. The felines spine curled easily as both of his back paws left the ground. Well, at least as well as his right leg could leave the ground with it being in Bluepaws damn mouth. Owlpaw pulled his leg up to his body as far as he could before letting it shoot out and forcefully kicking Bluepaw straight in the muzzle. He felt her teeth as they slid across his skin as her head was forced away from him with the impact. Turning around to face Bluepaw, Owlpaw raised his chin and looked over at Bluepaw with half-lidded eyes. Smirking, Owlpaw flicked his tail in a gesture for her to give it your best shot.
Owlpaw had never denied being cocky. 606 words
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Post by Ferntrail on Jul 14, 2018 17:26:50 GMT -5
i'll sleep when i'm dead, a revolution is waking up in my head ’Ooo, that’s going to leave a mark’ Did Owlpaw really have a death wish? If he thought her face was a mess, maybe he should wait and see what happened to his? She could get the bridge of his nose, maybe the nose itself. A slice on the forehead to give him the same look as the blood running down her face. If she felt like it, she could also take a chunk out of his other ear. Really depending on her mood at the time.
It was Owlpaw springing out off the ground that ripped Bluepaw of her fantasying. Even as blood sprayed from the wound and adding to the mess on her face, she stubbornly refused to let go. She got the feeling that she was floating as Owlpaw’s weight tried to yank her up and worked. Then his paws came smashing into her muzzle, red-hot pain sizzling through her neck. As her head snapped back, her lips peeled back, stinging.
Her face felt thick, heavy. She had staggered back at impact and was just standing there, head still twisted to the side. When she slowly turned around, her neck aching like hell, her chest rumbled with a growl. The growl like really hurt her head. Her brain felt like it was jelly and she needed some time to recover. Like hell that rotten asswipe was going to take her down just like that.
She needed a good plan, and she think she had it. Something he would never expect. Yes, she could do this.
”Bastard” A pause as her tail swept a healthy pile of snow to her side
”No good” Taking a step to the side to let her hind paws work the snow into clumped ball-like shapes.
”Whiny” She stepped back so the pile of snow was in front of her. Her ears then flicked back against her head, swollen lips twisting into an expression of hatred
”Cunt” As she meowed she decided she’d done enough to let her body recover and sat back onto her haunches with a smooth movement, grabbing the balls of snow in her paws and chucking them towards his face. In rapid motions she threw the five snow-balls she had made at him and then stalked forward.
She had pushed the anger out of her expression, now was only the cool amusement. Despite the fact her body cried out at the exaggerated movements, she raised her head so she could look down upon him, hips swaying as she sauntered towards him.
”At least you tried” She let out a chuckle.
Then she reared up onto her hind-legs, nose flaring as she brought her paws down and snow exploded. As the white powder twinkled in the air she stormed forward, skirting around him. She then lunged, jaw clamping over the base of his tail. Skipping to the side she forced his tail to lie flat against his flank as she once again swung into his side.
Her bad shoulder, which had connected with his side flared with renewed pain, but that didn’t stop her. She sprung forward in a quick motion, tail tucking into her stomach so he couldn’t grab it, his own tail still in her maw. Ending up back behind him she let go of his tail. A brilliant idea lit up in her mind as she almost hopped forward, lunging her body towards his hind-quarters. Claws unsheathed as she sunk them into his lower body, her weight crashing down on them.
”Sit boy” she purred. The rush of adrenaline that had honed her distorted senses was fading away and she was well aware of the tremble in her limbs. She was worried that he’d kick out with his hind-legs again, but she had to try keep the pressure on his lower body while she decided the best way to get him onto the ground.
Her free paws were planted firmly on the ground, claws sinking through the snow for a grip. She’d let him do the next move and she’d react how she needed to. She knew how she could get him down now, but she couldn’t do that at this moment.
Now It was his turn to give it his best shot. Or not.
She waited to a few seconds to make it look like she was waiting for him to lunge at her when she lunged forward, letting go of him. Her front paws barely touched the ground when the slung over his right shoulder, claws sinking in as she shoved him with all her weight towards the ground. She didn't wait to remove one of her paws from his shoulder and slam it into his neck, pinning him.
"I want you to listen, boy, to what these blows mean"
She was sort of sitting on his chest, putting enough pressure to raise a free paw, claws glinting. She brought them down, hard, across the bridge of his nose. A purr rumbled from her chest as she watched the blood spray
"That's for my eye"
Then she carved a nick into the top of his nose, eyes narrowing
"That's for Nightpaw" Her voice lowering to a faint whisper.
Finally, she studied his face, and with a lazy flick of her paw, she put a nick into his good ear.
"That's because I wanted to"
She stood up slowly, still pining his neck. Her claws were unsheathed, making a cage around the soft flesh, daring him to try to move. Moving with a sickening precision, she raised a hind-leg to curl into her belly, before it shot out again. Right in between his legs. Sinking the very tip of her claws into the meaty flesh she grinned
"Grow up" and then stepped to the side.
She didn't even have the energy to raise her head as she panted, stumbling away from the tom. She shoved past Mushroombelly, her body on fire and her legs shaking. Damn she was fucked.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 16:41:42 GMT -5
 Following Fallenstar's lead through the twoleg village were another young cat, whose features ... weren't very similar at all to the other cats in his group. He seemed to trail a ways behind, keeping a fox-length or two between himself and the Shadowclanners. 'Last thing I need is to catch their stench,' he growled in his thoughts, cutting a glance ahead. Truly, he couldn't see himself trusting these strangers any farther than he could throw them. But, had they not found him when they did, Puddlepaw would've met the same fate as the rest of Riverclan.
Tensions were already high upon reaching the moorland group; the white and tabby blotched tom watched in silence as the leaders immediately took to their petty squabble. Instead of wasting the energy to roll his eyes, he cast his mismatched gaze towards the Windclanners. There were more young cats around his age and another medicine cat at hand wouldn't hurt. He figured once the higher ranks introduced themselves that they'd be able to get a move on already. Couldn't be further from the truth, as a few apprentices even took to fighting each other and another managed to get bitten by a rogue. His pelt prickled in annoyance, bicolor ears twitching at the language spewing from their mouths.
What a complete mess this bunch turned out to be! Puddlepaw almost wished Starclan would've taken him out alongside his kin and buried him under the snow. Sitting on his hindquarters and collecting his pluming tail to his side, the tomcat sighed and turned his attention away, hoping if he ignored it long enough, the situation could solve itself and the journey could continue. Sudden movement was detected in the corner of his eye, piercing stare directed at what looked to be a city-born molly. Her eyes were wide, probably because of the scenes unfolding before her - not that Puddlepaw could blame her for that - but she didn't move. Just stood there with an expression he couldn't read.
Scrunching up his kittybrows, Puddlepaw called out, "Who goes there?" His voice sounded quite big coming out of such a short lad, hopefully grabbing the attention of the adults. Not so much curious, just annoyed to have a strange onlooker when they already had to deal with a couple of aggressive rogues. NOTES ; naruto-runs into the rp |
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Post by Mushroomstar on Jul 16, 2018 20:46:14 GMT -5
--Mushroomstar sneered over at the apprentice known as owlpaw and meowed with a coo "How about you go listen to some elder stories little kid. You'll learn how much I am of shadowclan. Therefore it is my business. Plus, if we are to have an alliance, we need to fight for each other. So shut your trap, you closed minded kitten." He then added "I do have a nice ass don't I? Maybe i'll charm your mother into bed with me because of it." he gave a low chuckle. Mushroomstar waved his paw around a bit "Foolish fight or not, if you can't handle the fire you started you'll get burned. Now he could easily put out his foolish fire by apologizing and going on his merry way but that's unlikely to happen from a rogue." Mushroomstar let out a laugh at Bluepaw's name suggestion "Ah, thats a good one my dearest." Even if the two weren't on good turns he still loved hearing what she had to say about other cats that weren't him. He practically ignored Owlpaw and most of the others as he was dealing with the rogue though.
It seemed maybe Mushroomstar was too cocky for his own good, the rouge got his claws on his lower jaw, way too close to his neck. Then of course the rogue decided it would be a great idea to swipe at his head. Of this wouldn't end well. Mushroomstar's eyes flared up and he raised a powerful paw, he didn't even need his claws out for this. He landed a heavy blow to the rogue's shoulder knocking him over. He gave a snarled, crooked sneer "Oh my its your city? You know I don't think thats very correct considering it smells like me now. " He then gave a crooking laugh "You serious? Even if you had some backup it won't be much. City cats don't gather up like clan cats. There are over 30 clan cats here. The odds are always in our favor." He then meowed "Don't care if you harmed her. Your actions were threatening, therefore I don't tolerate it." Mushroomstar rolled his eyes at the cat and meowed "Does it look like we are in the city anymore? No. We aren't therefore we don't need you. We've gone through the city already." When the male asked if he could join them Mushroomstar let out a howling laugh "Damn do you rogues act so stupidly hilarious. First you come here, your first action is biting an apprentice, then you act like its your city, act like you can help us when we don't need it, then ask to join us on a journey? Why the hell should we accept you? Plus why do you even want to leave your precious city? And do you realize joining means you'll be under other cats commands, responsible for upholding codes and doing work for your clan not yourself?" Mushroomstar was certainly not convinced to let them anywhere near his clan, let alone shadowclan.
He then looked back at Fallenstar with an unpleasant look and meowed "I'm literally in my late 30s. That's rather young and probably around your age." He rubbed his scar maw a bit and meowed "Guess my scar just makes me look older hmmm? But hey chicks love older males." Mushroomstar barely even glanced as he scented a new cat. He slowly turned a bit to see this new cat. He then gave a chuckle "So uh, is this your back up? A single cat? Yeah, what a scare. Two rogues decide they want to fuck with a group of 30+ cats. Real smart." He gave a rather sarcastic tone.
God as soon as that cat opened his mouth he annoyed Mushroomstar. Or maybe it was more of a rival thing. The way he talked seemed creepy and Mushroomstar much preferred to be the creep. He meowed at the new comer getting close to him and Maplepaw "Stop grooming her, that's obviously my job." A sneer came across his messed up maw. Of course the male kept repeating the same words only aggravating Mushroomstar really. Guess he wasn't as creepy as he liked himself to be. This tom seemed like he either wanted to eat her or mate with her. Mushroomstar wasn't quite sure as he had never been in the situation. He made a shooing motion at the cats "Unless you can give me an actual good reason or argument to let you in, I don't think you'll be coming with us. I don't tolerate disobedience in my clan and I highly doubt Fallenstar here wants a cat who bit his clan mate and...Who ever the hell you are." He pointed at the other cat. He then hissed at Fallenstar "Though we really should get moving." |
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