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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 8:52:16 GMT -5
NO SUCH THING AS SERIOUS BARKLICK The chill of the morning was nothing new to the lean and muscular tom. His oddly burly build from a long past of forest-dwelling family, plus that thick coat that came along, all seemed to help protect him against the elements. But that didn't make him invincible. He was still hella cold. Barklick was not ever one to really complain. He learned that around this leader of his- that was not rather tolerated. So, he just kept his mouth shut. That was the best course of action these days, anyways. Traveling alongside ShadowClan has made everyone in both clans tense. Except, probably, for him. Barklick saw no problem with the other clan- call him crazy, naive, or stupid, but in his lifetime they have never done wrong to him. Why should he be angry and anxious about them? It was the loners he truly disliked- they attack all willy nilly and do not realize there are repercussions that would follow.
He also always had beef with loners. Ever since his mother was killed by one. His brother too. Loners left a sour and bitter taste of bile in his mouth. He held a strong resentment against them. But, of course, he had to tolerate them even if highly against his will. The mere thought held a sneer of disgust on his face as he was sitting at the edge of the clearing they all rested in, deciding to stay up and watch, make sure no predator or rogues tried to attack. Let someone try and tango with him! He was arguably the most fastest and one of the strongest cats in his clan! He could take down a fox all by himself! His egotistical thoughts removed the look of hatred into a prideful, even cocky smile, delving into the thoughts. He really had an ego bigger than his clan and then some. |
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Post by Ferntrail on Oct 1, 2018 16:52:52 GMT -5
EVEN WHEN IM ANGRY, EVEN WHEN IM COLD
don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone After the fox attack it had only taken a few days of constant cuddling and kind words to make the encounter with the foxes fade into the back of his mind. They did plague him at night, though, the broken bodies of Lavenderpaw and Marigoldpelt, then snow splattered with gore. He did not remember the nightmares though and in the morning bounced over to his friends, happy and cheerful.
Today, however, was going to be a different day! He wanted to be one with the warriors and perfect his hunting crouch to impress Vipernose. If he wanted to be as good as her one day, he’d have to take it into his own paws. He scanned the warriors that were huddled around the younger cats and spotted a buff looking tom. Bingo! The brightly coloured tabby flounced over towards Barklick, fluffy tail wriggling in the air.
Otterkit was built similar to Barklick, with broad shoulders and a body that would definitely grow to be muscular. He was from Riverclan but it was obvious he’d grow up much more suited to his new home; Shadowclan. Like his new clan he was also bold and had no fear in his eyes as he nudged the toms leg
”Excuse me sir, I was wondering if you could help me with my hunting! You seem like a big strong warrior”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 17:13:15 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it.
Owlpaw still couldn't understand what had happened in the past few days following the fox attack. Fallenstar, his mentor and the closest thing he had to a father figure, had stepped down from leadership and left Shadowclan completely in the dark as to why. Vipernose, as much as Owlpaw liked her, was not in the right headspace to lead their Clan. Owlpaw had personally seen some of the losses she experienced, many of her own kin having died just before and even during the journey. She hadn't stepped up to take over Fallenstars job, and Owlpaw was beginning to fear Mushroombelly would.
The thought of that damn tom trying to sink his dirty claws into Shadowclan ranks boiled Owlpaws blood. The same "leader" who wouldn't risk his own ass for the Clan he already lead had absolutely no business laying claim to Owlpaws clan.
The tan tabby was actually on his way to try and find Bluepaw in order to ask how she was feeling and try to pry some information on Mushroomstar out of her when a small, bouncing creature caught his eye. Turning his head in that same direction, honestly hoping to see a rabbit, Owlpaw was surprised to see the autumn hues of Otterkits pelt. Where was that goofy little kitten going anyway? He really ought to stay closer to Shadowclan-
Owlpaw narrowed his eyes slightly as the small kitten came to a halt next to a cat he didn't recognize. He wasn't sure if this stranger was a Windclanner or a rogue, but he didn't trust either of them. Owlpaw wasted no time in strutting over to the pair, closing the gap between them in a matter of seconds.
"Otterkit?" Owlpaw meowed as he came up behind the brown tabby. "What are you doing all the way over here? You really should stay closer to your Clan, it's not exactly safe in these woods." 318 words
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 20:12:11 GMT -5
NO SUCH THING AS SERIOUS BARKLICK Barklick curiously looked down at the kit, about to say something along the lines of "wrong clan, kid" up until he said he looked like a strong warrior. Instantly his ego took over. "Why- you've surely come to the right place then, youngin," he purred. "I have you know I am probably the fastest cat in this clan! Maybe even the strongest- I can fight anything! Mean ol' badgers, nasty lookin' foxes, I'll even fight a dog and win!" he boasted, fearless of anyone hearing his claims. He was just gushing about himself. "Say, what's your-"
His question was cut off as the apprentice cut in, stepping between the kit and him. His mention about the woods not being safe flooded his chest and he stood tall. "I have you know, with me watching, no one- not a rogue nor fox shall come anywhere near us!" he said. "Mushroomstar might let attacks happen, but I sure as hell won't! Let some bastard rogue try and tango with me! Or a fox! I'll show them who's boss!" he said, taking a bold step towards the treeline, ears perked and eyes closed as he looked like a superhero about ready to swoop down and save the day- just pausing for a cape shot.
Maybe he let his ego go wild too much, but either way he felt good about himself. He wanted nothing more than to keep the clans safe. If they were traveling together, then ShadowClan and WindClan had to learn to work together. Whether or not the leaders agreed. |
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Post by Ferntrail on Oct 16, 2018 1:21:43 GMT -5
EVEN WHEN IM ANGRY, EVEN WHEN IM COLD
don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone ”You may be the fastest cat in your clan right now, but when I’m older you won't get two steps without me tackling you down” He puffed his chest out with a smug smirk. He was blabbering nonsense, although some of it seemed true-ish. He would not be a fast windclanner, chasing after rabbits, but he was indeed a born warrior.
He then let out a squeal mixed with a gasp ”Even a dog!!? Those guys have a mean bite” Shaking his head with raised brows.
Otterkit’s wide orange gaze shot up to Owlpaw, shuffling his paws sheepishly. ”H-hey, Owlpaw!” He chirped up at the tom. ”I was just talking to- uh” he threw a glance at the tom, realizing he didn’t even know his name ”With, uh- my new friend!” He gave Owlpaw the sweetest, sweetest smile.
”But I’m safe here, Owlpaw, I promise!” he pouted, face scrunching up. He hadn’t even started practicing and he was about to be taken away. ”Plus, what’s the real danger?” Somehow the little tom had managed to block the details of the fox attack. He had awoken with a little piece of his brain broken, the previous day nothing but a blurry memory.
”The clan isn’t even far away, plus Vipernose always keeps half an eye on me!” He was pulling out his best begging in a while, eyes wide. ”Y’know what, why don’t you join us!” Otterkit’s face lit up at the thought of that ”Pleaseeeee, that way you know I’m safe as well!” His tail nothing but a wriggling worm in the air.
”Mushroomstar is a mouse brain” he agreed
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2018 14:19:42 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it.
Mint green eyes remained slit as Owlpaw observed the light brown tom stand up, strike a pose, and begin to boast loud enough for half the forest to hear him. Normally Owlpaw would find this comical, but to hear a cat talk about how they could fight anything and win so soon after cats died rubbed him the wrong way.
"Oh yeah? Where the fuck were you a few days ago then, huh, big shot?" Owlpaw growled in annoyance, his long tail lashing as he took a step closer to Barklick, shoving his nose into the other toms face. "Did you forget that we were just attacked by foxes and that cats from both sides died? You egotistical bastard," Owlpaw spit at his feet, his lip curling slightly to show his teeth. "I bet you cower in the face of danger, just like your damn Leader Mushroombelly. You Windclanners make me sick."
Owlpaw turned his angry gaze onto Otterkit when the young kitten began to speak to him. The frown on his face only grew deeper as he listened to Otterkit talk, and when the kitten tried to play him off, Owlpaw felt his jaw tighten in barely restrained outrage. "What's there to be afraid of?" Owlpaw asked with a hint of surprise in his otherwise angry voice. "You were just there, Otterkit! You were in the middle of it! Didn't you realize that you almost died too?" Owlpaw asked, his voice rising in volume. "If it weren't for Vipernose trying to protect you, you would have ended up one of those foxes dinner!"
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