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Post by speckleleafblue on Nov 1, 2018 23:40:35 GMT -5
Blue blushed and nods as he nuzzles Whitesparrow, "Let head for my siblings...between you, Bluepaw and Owlscreech, you all will keep me from getting caught from Spider's web...hopefully she'll never catch me patrolling alone." He said voicing his concerns aloud wondering why he was affected by her so bad.
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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 2, 2018 0:34:13 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
This was freedom. Thundering down the hill with the wind chasing her paws. Ferntrail was not an elegant, slight feminine that could prance down the hill. No, her paws slapped the ground with a soldiers gait. One would not think that she blessed with healing powers, but brute strength. She had never complained about her masculine appearance and build and she doubted she ever would. No dainty she-cat would ever be able to feel the pure power Ferntrail felt as she sprinted alongside Owlscreech, feeling like she owned the world.
It all came screeching to the stop as the tabby tom in front of her abruptly stopped, mint-green hues following the small figure of Otterkit race away from the clan. As Owlscreech assessed the situation, the fluffy she-cat glanced over his shoulder’s to spot the approaching figure. ”Owlscr-” As if sensing the figure’s sensuous stride and alluring gaze the tom flicked his gaze to it, causing Ferntrail to cut off.
As he strode forward and signalled for her to follow she padded after him silently, taking on the brooding role. Friend or foe she was not about to suggest what her clan was made up of, and stood a bit behind Owlscreech her imposing figure looking very much like one of a guard. It was easy to believe she was a simple warrior figure, with her large build and blank expression.
However she was taking this conversation all in, her thick ears swivelling back and forth and she tried to absorb any information that could help her clan. The lavender scent hung around the divine she-cat in a heavy perfume, but her sharp nose could catch the whiff of nearby cats. The smell was too strong for her to identify how many cats, but they were nearby. Ferntrail personally wasn’t a big fan of this seductress approach. Some part of her had been interested in the molly to start with, but that faint feeling had easily been broken.
Ferntrail wasn’t a romantic cat, she didn’t get feelings for any other cats. She wasn’t inexperienced, she had played many roles to survive in the city over the moons. However she had never breached her intimate boundary, apart from the one time she had done it to protect herself from any of the rapist in the city. Ever since then she had found herself cut off from those feelings and was more interested on where they got this abundance of lavender, instead of using it to enchant other cats.
Then a certain angry blue she-cat shoved past Ferntrail and got up in Spider’s face, actually spitting in her face. The healer had a feeling that Spider would take all her bullshit elegantly but Ferntrail still hurried forward to smooth things over. ”Greetings, Spider. I am Ferntrail, my clan’s healer” her own voice was rich with a city cat’s accent, smooth as to try calm things between Bluepaw and Spider.
”Once we settle into our territory that I’m sure your generous leader will gift us, I will have to attend to my clan’s wounds but after that I’d love to come meet all your cats and learn more about how you live, if we are to be neighbours” she dipped her head in the black molly’s direction, vivid green eyes boring into her. ”You’ll have to excuse Bluepaw, we are all tired from a long journey but we mean you and your leader no offense” The black markings that went down her face and surrounded her eyes were a striking highlight that brought out the intelligent spark in her eyes.
Ferntrail had not expected to play both diplomat and smoother. The Medicine Cat was interested in seeing how The Tower’s lived and knew she could trust herself not to fall for their charms, but she could not see how both The Tower’s and the clans could get along in the future without skirmishes.
between the sinners and the saints
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Post by Fawnstep on Nov 2, 2018 12:04:10 GMT -5
"When the gods are having a fight, everybody else better hold on tight." ~Fawnstep had been enjoying the sights of this new land. rolling hills in the distance, gentle slopes and large trees. She sat on a stone just at the crest of the overarching hill, close to Mushroomstar, and only turned when she smelled lavender and a new cat smell on the breeze. After smelling nothing but cold snow and slushy mud for moons, the smell was sickeningly sweet. It didn't surprise her a bit when Mushroomstar called her over. No wonder he'd have a hard time here, that smell is overpowering! She huffed inwardly, standing on gentle fawn-tipped paws and trotting over to her leader, laying her feathery tail on his shoulder and pressing her fur against his to guide him over to where this new female and Owlscreech stood.
~The new leader asked the female a question she didn't catch, but the dark cat was very obviously trying to.... what? Flirt with the leaders? What a strange move... She thought to herself before sitting about a fox-length from Owlscreech, her fur still brushing against Mushroomstar in case he asked for anything else from her. She sat and listened to the conversation unfolding.
~This cannot be good. She thought, the fur on her spine standing up. Something about this just wasn't right. Suspicion clouded her gaze until she was just barely aware of any cat but this newcomer, watching her mannerisms and the way she spoke. "A guest?" She spat, her lip curling. Who did this cat think she was? These were two leaders! And she was.... Some rogue! Some nasty little kitty who lays on flowers and tries to recruit cats into a 'religious group.' Fawnstep snorted. Yeah fucking right it was a religious group. What were they hiding behind this admittedly pretty molly's guise? What did she have to hide?
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Post by Mushroomstar on Nov 2, 2018 12:14:23 GMT -5
Stonefrost lifted his head up a bit to indicate where his two kits were "Beekit and Mistykit are over near Ferretstorm, that old gray molly there. They seem to be listening to a story right now as our leaders dispute with this...strange group." He then added "I do find it strange how angry both these leaders are, where I came from we only had one somewhat angry leader but most of them were rather peaceful. Thus why we didn't have much war, but this group seems to be riddled with war stories..."
 Spider's gaze shifted to the tom that seemed to be allured by him, despite having a female with him. She looked at him fluttering her eyes softly, though she didn't pay much attention, her duty came first before pleasure. When this Owlscreech said he never heard of her type of naming she dipped her head "Ah, I see why. I should've been more clear, you see before I joined The Towers, I used to be apart of a tribe, we had a different naming system then yours it seems. Like if you were in my tribe you would be like Owl that screeches at night." Her bushy tail swayed back and worth as these group of cats refused to mingle. Wasn't for everyone she presumed. She meowed "If you wish not to mingle very well. We are very social cats though, I was merely offering a nice way to get to know us, but we understand not every cat group is like us..." Though it was strange how the cat didn't want to mingle yet said they should say hello to their neighbors. Though with the attitude of some of these cats it made Spider wonder if they would even get into the good gracious of Radio. He didn't like cats being aggressive towards him. Spider was more tolerate to backlash. She had to be with her type of job.
When she heard whispers about cats feeling uncomfortable around her she glanced at them and gently smiled still friendly. Though suddenly a very angry blue cat came at her, Spider couldn't help but step back a lot still trying to keep her distance from these cats. This molly was extremely aggressive insult her and the group. Spider didn't like her instantly but had to keep her cool. Some of these cats were so ungrateful, The Towers could've lead them into a trap and kill them, but Radio graciously sparred all their lives. These cats should really take some chill pills. She politely meowed at the female "Lavender is used by all the cats in The Towers when we do not wish to be scented. Similar to using mud to hide your scent. We are quite abundant in the herb, we plant many each ceremony to ensure new life." Spider let most of the other words go in one ear and out the other. She glanced at Owlscreech and meowed "I will have to politely ask you move this pregnant molly in the back of the group. It doesn't look good if she goes screaming after my group, after all we are trying to be friendly and hospital to you..." She also added to the angry molly "And congratulations for your litter, I hope they come out healthy." a hint of sorrow in the back of her eyes. She once had kits but they were stillborns. Now she couldn't even have kits.
She turned herself around to the foliage far off in the distance, she gave a few tail signals to it and out came a small cat followed by two larger cats, likely guards. Spider dipped her head to Owlscreech and moved a bit farther back as she was getting into her submissive position for Radio. She laid on the grass peacefully watching the clan cats. When another cat spoke to her she gave a calm friendly look again and meowed "A pleasure to meet you Ferntrail. We don't have healers in our group. But that's likely because we all work with plants so much we all learn some healing." Hearing the female would like to mingle put a smile of Spider's face even more "We will welcome you with a feast then. Just make sure it's not during the new moon, full moon or half moon. We have rituals those nights and would be busy the day before." she hummed. A real wild card 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
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Radio and the rest of The Towers cats had been idly watching the new group of cats and Spider mingle. Of course they were too far away to hear anything, but body language showed them all they needed to know. Radio knew Spider could stay calm in the most angering incidents, that's why she was his go to political pawn. Though judging by the body language of some of these cats they seemed angry and wary. One of the obviously pregnant females was extremely aggravated, though that's just how some cats were when they were close to birth, this was likely the case. Spider gave the tail signal indicating to Radio these cats wanted to talk though there was other signals mainly telling Radio what he already knew, some of these cats were aggressive and wary. Since that was the case Radio would be bringing two of his guards. He meowed to the scouts and other guards "Stay here, keep position, if it turns ugly kill the males and take the females and kits. But since they haven't killed Spider I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt that they will respect authority. But still, keep yourself alert." The small tom walked out with two of his guards. He made his way to the group. When he arrived he meowed " Greetings wary travelers from afar. I am Radio the founder and leader of The Towers. You all look quite famished. Spider indicated that you wished to discuss a matter of business with me? Perhaps over dinner if you wish?" Friend or Foe? |
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Post by speckleleafblue on Nov 2, 2018 15:34:06 GMT -5
Blue glance briefly at Spider in thought, 'Maybe I could see what they are up to.' He thought quietly. He lowers Whitesparrow and padded to Bluepaw and nudges her, "I think I can handle one molly." He said cautiously as he glances closer to Spider.
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Post by Vulturesight on Nov 3, 2018 1:14:31 GMT -5
Whitesparrow
"Can you see, even without the light?"
Whitesparrow would have lightly placed herself on her paws once she was let off the toms back. Oh goodness that was.. spooky and a tad uncomfortable now that she thought about it. She was thankful for the thought that went into the tom carrying her but perhaps she should stick to her own paws. Which she would then stay stationary. She dared not to move simply because sight wasn't her friend and from the sounds of it these cats weren't easy to scent.
Her pink and blue gaze shifted around as she slowly tried to make out blobs but she was still near Blue and his siblings, one being the leader now. She was there just tucked away in the back a bit. Breaths taken while her eyes would be allowed to close for the moment to rest from their stinging. All she had to do was listen to them speak after all. Also gave her time to let her little heart relax after the unsettling event of getting close to the stranger while on the back of Blue. Vulture
"All hold a different view on the world, where's yours?"
The scarred pale classic tabby would have been on the sides of the group, always attempting not to be to close in the mix. He was thrown off by the figures that showed up and it made him uncomfortable, something about them. The fact they were making themselves hard to scent meant there could have been more of them.
Vulture would end up making his way near his young nieces, he was to protective to let them stay away from him when things were unknown. No one was to touch a hair on their coat unless they wanted a good scar, even he held a few from getting Ravenpaw out of trouble. "You two stay close to me" He would mutter to the two apprentices while his gaze was narrowed upon the strangers. It was strange with the encounter, some not noticing, others spitting, then some being.. decent. Where would this go? |
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Post by xmetax on Nov 3, 2018 2:22:10 GMT -5
RavenPaw Silence is the blissfulness for the foolish The shift of the mood of the group of the surviving clans were seemly quick, from their long journey of gloom and chill; to the swift joy of seeing sunlight in the sky. Ravenpaw herself wasn't convince there was the greenery, and that there was grown cats running into the field of lavender like kits. She had to follow carefully, and often than not, looking out for her sister Dovepaw… Whom she lost in the fray of joy of the felines around her as they ran downhill. A moment of thought of seeing how far a cat can roll with a trip from a paw, but the long cold had made her too lazy to even attempt.
Soon enough, the mood shifted from delight to concern? The black and tan tabby weaved through the crowd, enough to see little of what was ahead; with the leaders facing a black feline. Then she found her fellow sibling standing among the cats who were listening, to which she joined in aswell. She could clearly hear the words coming from their mouths, and questioned the sanity of the adults around her.
Then the leader of the 'Tower' appears with the she-cat getting into a position that seemed uncomfortable to Raven, she had to debate whether to comment on it or not... Then the words from the peculiar tom made her fur bristle, causing the small apprentice to sink a bit more into the crowd.
Then like a blessing, the familiar tone of Vulture brought calmness over her. A reminder that she and Dovepaw were never alone.
"Dovepaw, look it's Uncle Vulture!"
She spoke in a hushed voice, then small ball of fur carefully trotted closer to the scarred tabby. Now taking noticed of his slim figure, he must be on a diet or running miles like they were. The small she-cat had a smile on her face when she look at his, clearly there was something wrong at the moment; but who has to worry when Uncle Vulture was around?
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Post by speckleleafblue on Nov 3, 2018 22:27:27 GMT -5
Blue turns his head and padded closer to Whitesparrow and started to groom her,ignoring a few beads of blood that rolled off his shoulder from her claws and ear.
Dovepaw was quietly looking at the strangers curiously when her littermate called her, "Uncle Vulture?! Where is he?!" She whispers before finally locating him and races up to him and pounces on him purring hard.
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Post by Vipernose on Nov 6, 2018 19:14:43 GMT -5
Vipernose The tabby barely noticed as Mushroomstar leaped around and sang. She was so consumed with the sight before her, that almost everything around her wasn’t there anymore. It was just her and the land in front of her eyes. A single tear rolled down her cheek. This was the most beautiful thing she had seen in four months.
She could feel Owlscreech’s eyes on her, but she didn’t acknowledge him. In fact, she could feel many cats’ gazes on watching her every move. She noticed that the ShadowClan leader run down the hill, but she didn’t act on it.
Ferntrail’s praise brought the deputy out of her thoughts and back to the cats cluttered around her. The medicine cat was the first to voice it… They had made it. She opened her mouth to reply, but stopped as she felt fur come in contact with her legs. She turned her head at his whine, slightly annoyed that he hadn’t caught on to what was happening. She stared blankly as he made his way through her legs to get in front of her, and she couldn’t help but realize he was much bigger than when she had talked to him at the very beginning of the journey. He was tall and strong in the legs, and the way he carried himself told Vipernose that she was right about what she said he would grow up to be.
She let out a light chuckle as he yelled in relief, but as he looked back at her, she knew he was planning something. She tensed, her eyes narrowing, but before she could stop him, he sprinted down the hill and straight for the water. The molly’s heart dropped into her paws.
Without thinking, she ran after him faster than she had ever moved before. Every muscle in her body ached, and pain was written across her face, but there was worry laced within her expression as well. She couldn’t let Otterkit drown. She had never swam herself, but she had to help him somehow. The moments he was underwater seemed like moons, and each stride she took seemed to be in slow motion. She had to move faster.
The downhill terrain helped to propel her at a greater speed than before, but it cost her. Her lungs were on fire, and she could practically hear her muscles screeching at her to stop, stop, stop. But she couldn’t. She had to get to the tom.
As she saw his head again, it seemed like something in her body flipped a switch. She slowed down, but kept running. Once she reached the edge of the river, she realized that Otterkit was secure on a bank in the middle of the water. She skidded to a stop, nearly launching face-first into the flowing liquid. It took everything in her not to collapse right there in front of the dripping tom. She only glared at him, the worry being replaced with anger. What had he been thinking?
After watching him splash around in the water for a few more heartbeats, she decided to scold him. “Otterkit!” she shouted over the roar of the river. “If I were you, I would get my tail over here now! After this whole ordeal is sorted out, you and I are going to have a little… talk!” She wasn’t giving him the full rage that she could, but she decided she would save the little energy she had left for later.
Once she had Otterkit at her side, Vipernose made her way back up the hill. She suddenly smelled lavender, and she wondered if that scent had been there before. It was oddly strong, and she suddenly realized that hidden beneath the flowery smell was the scent of cats. They didn’t call her Vipernose for nothing.
But the smell wasn’t ShadowClan or WindClan.
“Otterkit, stay close to me,” she warned, her ears alert. She unsheathed her claws, ready to attack anything that came at her or the kit. The rest of the cats at the top of the hill had begun to follow Mushroomstar and Owlscreech down the hill, but they all stopped as Owlscreech came to a sudden halt himself.
The deputy began to walk toward the front of the crowd, making sure Otterkit was still with her. As they got closer, she saw a black female speaking with the the brown tabby tom. What was going on? Who was this strange cat? Why did she smell so strongly of lavender? And where were the rest of the cats?
As the tabby got in earshot, she picked up on the strange cat talking about a religious group. She must’ve been talking about where she came from. And then she was talking about someone named Radio, who sounded like this cat’s leader.
She heard a yowl of pain in the back, and Vipernose stopped in her tracks, alarmed. Was this an attack? As she made sure the brown tabby kit was still at her side, she looked to the back of the crowd to see a blue tom with a white she-cat on his back. She was biting his ear. How immature. The deputy shook her head in disappointment. Could they not see what was going on in front of them?
She watched with unsure eyes as Owlscreech yelled at the foolish tom and stepped on his tail, Vipernose felt strangely satisfied with the ShadowClan leader’s actions. He was turning out to be a very fine authority indeed. Another thing that she noticed was that Owlscreech didn’t seem to notice that this Spider wasn’t the only cat of her kind here. He couldn’t smell the others.
Oh shit… she thought. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.But before she could tell her leader anything, everyone was distracted as a very pregnant and very pissed blue molly making her way to the front. The tabby practically winced at every word that came out of Bluepaw’s mouth, and she wanted more than anything to cover Otterkit’s ears before he heard anything he shouldn’t be. She really hoped that he thought the words coming from the apprentice were just plain nonsense.
Once Bluepaw finished making her statement, Vipernose continued to head toward the head of the clans, praying that she wasn’t drawing too much attention by walking to the group from a different direction. The last thing she needed was everyone’s attention on her.
When she finally got to the front with Otterkit, Ferntrail was introducing herself. She would have to thank the medicine cat for her kindness towards Spider. Unlike a certain… blue apprentice. The brown and black freckled molly really knew what to say in every situation, didn’t she?
Ah, so the lavender was a disguise? The deputy had to admit, it was pretty smart. But she also thought that it might be a good idea to lay off of the strong smelling blossom. It seemed they had rolled in quite enough.
The offering of a feast sounded heavenly to Vipernose, and probably the rest of the cats behind her as well. They were all starving, after all. Although she had no idea what these cats ate… What if they ate the rotting meat off their dead members’ bones? She shuddered at the thought.
The amber-eyed molly wanted to introduce herself, but before she could do so, another black cat, this one a male, emerged from behind the black female. He said his name was Radio. This was The Tower’s leader.
She decided now was her time to speak. She cleared her throat. “Pleasure to meet you Spider, Radio.” She nodded to each as she spoke their name. “I am Vipernose, deputy of my clan. Owlscreech’s second in command.” A small smile crept upon her lips. She decided that she liked introducing herself with a title that seemed to hold so much… authority. “The idea of a meal does sound inviting. Please do not take personal offense if any of my clan members seem a bit… hostile. We’ve been traveling for four moons through unknown lands, you see. They are unsure of what to think of all this.” Vipernose gestured around her with her tail, emphasizing on her words.
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"I thought nothing good would ever happen to me-that I was in hell after it froze over, thawed, and then burnt to the ground."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 17:12:57 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it.
Owlscreech swiveled his ear behind him as he caught the faint sound of paws stomping against the hard earth behind him. He turned his head just in time to see his half-sister, Bluepaw, rushing forward to call Spider out. Immediately, Owlscreech's eyes sparkled humorously but knowing how dire the situation was allowed him to mask his true emotions and steel his features. Bluepaw was absolutely screaming at this rogue in front of him and, quite honestly, the Shadowclan leader wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.
He understood why Bluepaw felt the way she did. There was nothing more that Owlscreech wanted than to settle in this area, to finally have a place to rest his weary paws after five months of trekking through deep snow. He was disappointed- possibly even outraged that the land that seemed perfect for both Shadowclan and Windclan happened to be under rogue control. He would do everything he could to ensure his Clan would have a future in this territory, but he couldn't be outright hostile just yet. He had to know what his Clan was up against. If they could buy themselves some time by going along with these strangers wishes, Owlscreech might just find his Clan a camp to call their own by sundown, and no cat would have to die.
Owlscreech found himself taken aback when Bluepaw actually spit in Spiders face. At once he stepped forward, his tail wrapping around Bluepaws body as he shoved her backward, but not hard enough to knock her off wobbly paws. "Alright, that's enough of that," he meowed to the russian blue as his eyes flicked back to Spider. He narrowed his eyes just slightly as she tried to tell him what to do with his Clan members. "Bluepaw will stay with me," Owlscreech insisted, "though I will make sure she behaves." He shot Bluepaw a look, but one that told her he wasn't angry with her, rather that he was trying to defuse the situation before something bad happened. Shadowclan was in no position to fight just yet, they needed to rest and recover.
Owlscreech watched as Ferntrail announced herself to Spider and quite easily smoothed over any of the remaining tension between the two groups. He was grateful that the calm molly had been chosen as medicine cat, for Owlscreech would need all the help he could get until he got a good grasp on this whole leadership thing. His eyes were gradually drawn away from the brown speckled molly, however, as a new cat stepped out from the undergrowth with two larger warriors flanking him. They were all well fed and muscular, confirming to Owlscreech that his Clan could not afford to get on their bad side. Not yet.
Owlscreech narrowed his eyes instinctually when Radio mentioned eating together as a group. He did not want to be more friendly with these cats than he had to be, and he sure as hell didn't trust these cats, but just as Owlscreech opened his jaw to deny the offer, Vipernose was flanking him and accepting the offer. Owlscreech immediately clamped his jaw shut to prevent the loud groan from escaping his throat. Vipernose was thinking with her stomach and not her head! It was obvious that the she-cat had never grown up on the streets, she had just put her entire Clan at risk when it could have easily been avoided.
"I'd like to ask the rest of my Clan what they think," Owlscreech meowed in response to Radio, all while sending a glare to Vipernose. The fur on the back of his neck bristled with discomfort at the thought of sharing a meal with these strangers, but he wasn't about to tell his Clan no after Vipernose went and opened her damn mouth. "But yes, we were wondering if there was a place nearby we would be able to set up camps of our own. We've traveled a long way, and this is the first glimpse of spring we've seen." Washing the anger out of his face, Owlscreech turned his attention back to Radio as he gazed at him with curiosity. How would this tom react when Owlscreech finally asked him about territories? He'd better start off slow and ease into it. "As you might expect, we aren't too keen on the idea of continuing our journey when the land here is large, and by the sounds of it, has enough prey to support us all." 746 words
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Post by Mushroomstar on Nov 8, 2018 21:43:05 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
Radio's green eyes looked over at an approaching female. She announced herself as a deputy, that meant this group had some kind of hierarchy, unlike the Towers. He was the only ruler here. He nodded and gave a slight dip of his head, not as much as Spider did though, more of a soft nod. "A pleasure to meet you Vipernose." His eyes gazed over at an orange tom and meowed "Is he also part of the chain of commands? He seems to think highly of himself by what I can see." he tilted his head at mushroomstar unknowing it was a second leader. He gave a pleasant look as the female said a meal would be good. Perhaps showing these cats all the food they had would morph them into willing members of their society. "Four moons...My that is quite a long journey. All your paws must be aching." Though soon enough the leader spoke up about getting the whole clans permission. Why would they need that? Though Radio had to remind himself this group wasn't like his. He had the only say unless he wanted other opinions. Meanwhile this group had a chain of commands and looked even outside that. Radio wasn't too pleased this leader was only interested in getting land. This was The Towers land after all. Surely these cats must know you have to woo the host before asking for such favors. Radio meowed calmly to the cat "There is plenty of land that probably suits your needs. But it will not come for free. While we do welcome you it is still our land. A bargain will be needed, we won't ask for much. I can help you find land you think is right at a small price." He then added "While you seem to decline our sociable requests I must insist you join us either the new moon or full moon for one of our rituals. Full moon is a feast while the new moon is when we gather all the seeds we can and bury them with spare prey. Which ever one you come to with satisfy my requirements for gaining access to some of our land. Do we have a deal?"Friend or Foe? |
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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 9, 2018 2:12:53 GMT -5
` ♚ B L U E P A W ♚  words . tags ♚ Bluepaw was surprised the whore didn’t lash out at her, she could feel the instant dislike flow from the she-cat. It was then concealed with ease and great skill, which had Bluepaw cocking her kitty-brows at hers. ”I think using lavender as a sex enhancer isn’t what we do” she scoffed. Then that bitch completely ignored everything Bluepaw had screeched at her and asked her to be moved to the back… Did this bitch know who the fuck she was messing with?
She was getting extremely agitated that this divine beauty wouldn’t fucking fight her. Spider was probably afraid, never actually fought anyone with any skill before. Trying to reassure herself didn’t help, and she still ended up stomping her paws and growling, fighting tears.
The next words had Bluepaw drowning, waves crashing and roaring through her ears. ”Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. My. Kits” she hissed, her shaggy tail whipping back and forth. If The Towers so much as looked at her kits, when they came out, she would rip the skin from their face and shove it down their own throats. She didn’t want her kits to even know about this religious, air-brained idiots.
Then she retreating, lying down and continued meowing in a perfectly normal voice. What the fuck? It wasn’t normal to suddenly lie down. Although resting her aching body in the lush grass definitely sounded like a dream, now wasn’t the time. The answer to Bluepaw’s confusion then came into view, a small tom that had the authority of a leader. So this was the bitch that Bluepaw was going to beat up.
The blue molly opened her mouth to express her intense dislike in the tom, when a tug jerked her back. Panic flashed through her for a second, until she regained her footing with a grunt. She turned to glare at Owlscreech, but didn’t say anything. Her eye locked with his and as she decoded the message behind it she let out a hiss and stomped behind him. Dumbass politics. She understood he had a job to do and she wouldn’t completely fuck it up, but she wasn’t about to hide her thoughts just because some foreign cats had delicate feelings.
’Greetings wary travelers from afar. I am Radio the founder and leader of The Towers.’ Bluepaw couldn’t help herself, a cackle escaping her lips. Her chest ached with the force of her snorting, causing tears to build up in the corner of her blue orb. ”Wha-What… type o-of name is t-that?” she wheezed, her body shaking with amusement. ”R-radio” she simply repeated, giggles seizing her whole body.
Then they were being offered to go to some sort of fucking feast? She thought not. No way in fuck would she eat the same food they probably poisoned. When Owlscreech opened it up to public opinion, Bluepaw gave the cats her most diplomatic smile. ”I respect you as a leader, Owlscreech, but I would rather not dine with cats that have a worth of fox shit” she shrugged ”Neither am I going to go to some ‘ritual’ and I’m sure your going to envy me, if you decide to go”
She shrugged slightly, her blue eye still bright with anger ”I will, however, be entering the forest and catching some prey for myself, trying to escape this putrid stink. I am sure these assholes won’t mind, they are impossible to underestimate” she trilled, forcing her body to relax. If she didn’t want to completely blow this over it’d probably be best for her to take it out on an unsuspecting tree or bush and if these cats were smart they’d see that.
` all my ladies wine to the left, sway to the right, drop it down low then take it back high
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2018 20:29:24 GMT -5
 ~GLADEWHISPER~WindClan
Gladewhisper was a tad bored with the current situation. Instead of observing the interactions with the strange 'Towers' group, she decided to seek her sister's familiar calico pelt. Chances are, the feisty, bushy-tailed she-cat was getting herself in trouble somehow. Gladewhisper shook her head with a slight sigh. It was always up to her to keep her sister in check, not that Squirrelrunner was ever that grateful...Then again, not that anyone was ever grateful. Gladewhisper gave another annoyed huff. Usually her efforts were met more with annoyance than appreciation. No one seemed to appreciate her mothering abilities. No matter. She could still keep her clanmates in check, whether she was appreciated or not. She finally spotted her sister's pelt through the mixture of tabbies and various colorations. " Squirrelrunner!" she called, padding towards her sister. " You getting into any trouble, honey?" She halted in front of the she-cat, smiling sweetly. |
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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 12, 2018 0:50:06 GMT -5
death doesn't discriminate
After directing her speech to the dark hued feminine, her attention was captivated by someone who sounded very angry. Her green eyes narrowing in scrutiny. Fawnstep. Ferntrail had always meant to greet her personally, but had never found the time. Fawnstep definitely had the same brutality in her, that the rogues did. She had no doubt Fawnstep would do what she needed to survive, as well as protect her clan but she also didn’t as seem as buckwild as the two clans leaders.
Ferntrail had an impressive ability of figuring cats out by observing them, able to decide if she liked them or not. She decided that she liked Fawnstep, or she could. Lowering her voice until she could barely hear herself, she murmured to the she ”We are guests here, and we will need to suck up to them. We cannot take them down with brute force, but if we act peaceful we can stab them in the back, and defeat them properly, without causing an all out war” Ferntrail may seem like a goody toe-shoes or a benevolent cat, but she had a fierce streak in her and she was not afraid to get her paws dirty.
Her ability to discern between friend and foe in the city had been one of the reasons she was still alive, and the fact she was taught not to pity the enemy. Anyone who opposes you and will not step down should be exterminated. ”You have no reason to trust me, but understand that if we do end up stabbing them in the back, their tower will topple and it will not stand back up” She then turned back around, her expression as peaceful and friendly as always.
Then Spider was addressing her and she had to admit that the exhilaration that bubbled in her was real. She beat there was a crap ton that she could learn from these cats. ”I am newly appointed, and I’m sure there are lots your… group, can teach me!” Her purr genuine. Even if she was ready to carve her nails into them, she would also feel comfortable being allies with them. If they did not raise any problems within the clans then she was sure they could get around.
As Vipernose came hurrying down with young Otterkit she gave the kit a small smile, turning her attention to Vipernose’s words. Between Vipernose, Owlscreech and her own personality Shadowclan had a well diverse group of cats leading them, and the only thing she could see in the future was them thriving on success. She could feel the tension between the older molly and younger tom, which Ferntrail knew she’d have to make them snap out of.
Owlscreech didn’t seem to appreciate Vipernose accepting the invitation to dine and Ferntrail could see both sides. However, as much as she was interested in The Towers religion, she did not want her clanmates getting overly interested. Radio seemed to get that and didn’t seem to press the matter, however he did mention something about ceremonies. Spider had called them rituals and she definitely felt uncomfortable about that.
She then answered the short toms question, while voicing her own ”We cannot speak for Mushroomstar and his clan” Her fluffy tail pointing in Mushroomstar’s direction ”But as much as I wish to get to know you, I do not think that being present for your rituals is appropriate.” she paused ”I’m sure that you have rules regarding them, and I do not think that we should subject our cats to them. We could make it that you inform us more about what happens, and the cats that want to come can, but we will not force them to practice a religion they do not believe in, just as we would not force you to do that.” She had tried her best to direct this tom into a different deal, without taking away any decisions for Owlscreech.
Bluepaw must be really close to giving birth, because she was still preening on, making the even-headed molly get slightly irritated. She stepped forward to nudge Bluepaw back slightly ”Excuse her.” she repeated, with a warning tone that she directed at the blue molly.
between the sinners and the saints
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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 12, 2018 1:10:23 GMT -5
we were careless, we were reckless, time was precious
young and so bold, we'd never get old Otterkit had no clue what was going on, he was content to splash around in the water, ignoring the real world. He felt comfortable enough to push off the bank he was perched on, into the current. It would then push him back and a rush of adrenaline and fear would take ahold of him, feeling very much like his life was flashing before his eyes. As the current swept him back towards the bank, he’d stretch his short legs out, and grab ahold of one of the larger rocks he could perch on.
Then the fun stopped. He had just popped his head up from one of those thrilling, captivating moments that couldn’t be explained, when someone was screeching at him. Squinting through his blurry eyes he managed to distinguish it as Vipernose. Ah. Still riding the rush from being in the water, he didn’t really feel bad. Infact he stuck his tongue out, grumbled and pulled himself out of the water. What was the big deal? He was born to swim… Even if he didn’t know how. The few moments of him rolling his eyes and hissing under his breath portrayed just what he’d be like as an apprentice. Classic good kid gone wild. Though It’d just be a phase, right?
When the young tom tuned back in, he got the impression he was going to get yelled at later. Maybe- hopefully she’d forget. ”I’m sorry Vipernose” he was actually starting to feel bad now, his tail drooping. He hadn’t meant to scare her… He was just so happy to be out of the snow, and in a place like this. ”I won’t leave your side!” he promised, beaming at her with a hopeful smile. He trotted after her, the picture image of an obediant child, eager to please.
When they got to the front of the ground, he quickly tired of this boring conversation. He didn’t understand what they were saying, only that they were swearing their mouths off. Vipernose seemed ready to join the fray, so he quickly blurted out a promising explanation ”You be a good deputy Vipernose! Don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna find Maplefang.” The tabby tom then darted away, shoving past all the legs that were in his way.
When he spotted the newly appointed warrior he put on a burst of speed, barrelling over ”Maplefanggggg!” he squealed, bumping into her leg. ”I haven’t seen you for like ages!” He hadn’t forgotten that at the start of the journey it had been her and Owlscreech that had carried him, and he felt an instant liking to them.
”Your warrior name is so cool, I can’t wait till I get mine.” he chattered along, not even phased by the fact he hadn’t even become a ‘paw.
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