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Post by Nighthunter on Jul 17, 2013 22:23:12 GMT -5
Blackjaw - Bound to be gentle, if its anything but...~
This was getting less amusing by the second, and Blackjaw knew that no good would come of this. Ivymask was just toying with them, and her lack of concern for there ability as warriors was demeaning and very off base. While he wasn't so bold as to say he was a great warrior, Blackjaw knew that he was fit enough to handle himself against those before him. Surely Ivymask would trouble him some, and Raggedtooth had a reputation for his battle skill, but they grew up from kits as he had and Ivymask at least was a warrior before gaining a title. The black and white tom cat knew that it had gone to her head, what with the mocking she was doing. If she was so great then she would let her claws show them. Better yet if she was so great then she could avoid the conflict in all its forms and get off the land she was not supposed to be on in the first place regardless of the reason she was there. The weather was not helping things, though he could say that it was almost suitable for the threat of the battle to distract him from the possibility that lightening could at any moment strike through the sky. He wasn't afraid to admit his hesitancy to get caught up in a storm. Surely Shadowclan knew how dangerous storm and the floods they brought about during this time were dangerous. Maybe they would just leave after all. Blackjaw watched Ivymask, this really all depended on them of course, Thunderclan was on its land, so it was there call how this all played out. Raggedtooth - Just what did I stumble upon...~
The arrival of Fadedstorm was unexpected to say the least, but not an unwelcome obstacle. He had bested the burly tom cat before in battle, and would be able to do so again easily enough. Ivymask was laughing about things, he wondered if it was because she had been told to lead the attack before Furystar got there with the rest of the clan. He was going to volunteer to lead the first patrol and stir things up as a distraction, but he had been willing to play second paw to it all. Lilystem was also with them, and though she was a gentler she cat he knew that she would agree that Shadowclan was desperate enough to need to resort to these kinds of tactics. It did bother him that some were forced to fight, in reality they all were, as they needed food and a place to stay. To ask for such things from Thunderclan would be ridiculous given there history with one another. Growling low again, once he got the ok from Ivymask, which in general he hadn't really been waiting for. The attack was inevitable, it just needed instigation, something with which to light the flames. Looking at Flowerfur, he figured the deputy would want to shut her up herself, so he decided not to engage her unless she attacked him first. Unsheathing his claws he launched into the air, and jumped for Fadedstorm hoping to land on his back and dish out some damage to his body and pride. The Thunderclan tom would put up a fight he was sure, but he was confident he could best him.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jul 9, 2013 21:28:43 GMT -5
Hailstar- Bones be flipped...~
He watched his destination, hoping that by glaring at it, he would fall towards it if he somehow lost his balance. It would be really embarrasing if he dd such a thing, not that he currently wasn't embarrased already because of his actions, quite the contrary actually. Once he had said the words, of her fixing him up herself, which though a little out of line, he still found acceptable, she got angry with him real quick. He couldn't tell so much by her expression, more like the tense and started pelt leaning against his own, that is what had forged the connection of her feelings to his. It also instantly bothered him to know that she was upset. She slowed down a bit without warning, and he jarred slightly, and bit back a yelp, nearly drawing blood from his cheeks. The last thing he wanted was for her to think she had caused him more pain. He did need help though, and as little as he liked her wandering back on her own he knew that her way was best in this case. That thought was odd as well since he was the maimed one and she was perfectly fine and he didn't like the idea of her the clan's deputy, his second going back to camp alone on Riverclan's territory. It was absolutly absurd, and he could imagine her look he would get from her if he said it, let alone the claws that would fly his way for certain. Nodding his head, he sat down lifting his paws slightly no more then an inch from the ground, which was as much as he could manage unknown to her, to talk to her. " Very well, you may return to camp and get the medicine cat, but use discretion, and tell em to bring the supplies out here to treat me. I do not want the clan to know. I will be fine after it is replaced this I am sure of." He tried to give her a half grin to reassure her. Hailstar was caving here, and he knew it, but what other options did he have. note: you can play the med cat as a fake if you want i don't care, or just say she got him and we can rp around it or something. Your call.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jul 9, 2013 21:02:19 GMT -5
Burningpatch- Borderline...~
The smokey grey tabby, his long full spiked out in an alert fashion took in his surroundings and measured his chances of getting away from Windclan with little to no confrontation. He was a strong warrior, no doubt, but he hated the burden of having to do such things. It was troublesome and pestering, and if the clan wasn't starving he would have gladly avoided the task all together. As it was he was also barred from not attending, since his recently aquired apprentice Mothpaw had been elected to go. That automatically called for him to attend, and Hailstar knew it, it was down right frustrating. He liked her as an apprentice, though he rarely showed it. His mentoring was decisive, short clipped and not something he liked having to repeat. Burningpatch knew he asked alot of her sometimes. He was fumming that one time when Hailstar ended up teaching her to better her swimming skills instead of himself, that was a blow to his pride as a mentor eventhough Hailstar hadn't meant it that way. In truth he had avoided her, seeking his solace alone. Still she proved a good apprentice in that she always tried to please him, and that to him was worth something. When they had crossed the border he had meant to tell her to stick with him, but had caught sight of what he thought was prey and hoped she would stay put since he hadn't directed her to. Upon his return, a lanky and older rabbit in his jaws, he noticed a black and white shadow running down the hill at an unsuspecting Mothpaw. His eyes looked on in horror as the furball, a vicious Windclanner he recognized from previous fights as being Badgermask, was jumping towards her as she bent to clean her paw. Mentally he noted to thwart her for not paying attention and being so mousebrained as to distract herself in such a tense situation as this was turning out to be. Time seemed to slow as he watched her fall and then sink her teeth into his shoulder while yowling at him. He had to give her credit, Badgermask was an intimidating warrior to most apprentices. Droping the rabbit unworried it would disappear, he sprinted and flung himself on top of the Windclan warrior, his claws arched out to try and snag into his fur and rip him off of his apprentice.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jul 1, 2013 22:33:45 GMT -5
_____________________ She even with her speed, didn't have to wait long as Feralclaw too came up next to her and slowed to a halt. His panting was audible though not dramatically, and she thought he sounded odd. The slightly dog like panting was comical on him, though she thought it would be rude to show her amusement at this after a game, since he lost even more so. Shimerstrike wasn't fickle enough as to show her humorous side against a friend. Since she had decided that he was at least an acquaintance, then she supposed that counted, especially since she had few of those. Fewer still that actually wanted to hang out with her, yes she would behave and not laugh at him, no matter how oddly he sounded after running.
Ferlaclaw commented next on her winning, and she was glad to see that he didn't seem sore over the loss. That and he didn't seem concerned with her play at the game, which meant she had probably gotten it right after all. His smiling caught her off guard again and she found herself slightly closed mouth smiling back at him at first, then the wider smile, made her look away in embarrassment. The brown tabby of course tried to hide it by pretending to survey where they were hunting. She wondered why if he had truly not done that in a while, why had he chosen to do so with her? Perhaps he was bored with everyone else, or she was a tester of how well the game would work. Turning her head back to look at him, she looked at him. He had said that he didn't do that sort of thing often. She wasn't much of a free runner as he was saying it, but she liked to hunt and did it so often that this sort of distance was natural to her. Granted she was tired, and her breath was slightly inhibited during the run, but she was fine now. She wondered if she should offer to help him with breathing exercizes or something, he seemed like a sincere enough tom cat, maybe he would like the offer of help?
She started to ask him " Maybe.. if you want I could ...", but she was quiet in her tone, and he was already moving away so she was not sure he had heard her. Silently she followed, and after he peaked through and looked back to her, she gave a quizzical look back herself, and stepped towards the hills more. Where are the rabbits? There are none in sight, not even other prey. This is weird. She turned back to him, and he was moving up the hill. She hesitated and looked up at him, while speaking in a hushed tone again. " Something isn't right Feralclaw. There is no reason prey shouldn't be here." It was not good to see one of the more prosperous hunting grounds nearly deserted. Not good at all, and she didn't want to go back empty paw and have to explain to the clan that there food supply was now lower then before.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 28, 2013 17:28:36 GMT -5
_____________________ The tabby striped she cat made her way into the camp. Her vision was fuzzy, and it felt like she was carrying the weight of more then one body. Her breathing was labored as well, though in this case it was from running, and helping her hunting companion along back to the camp. Shimmerstrike and Feralclaw had been out enjoying themselves hunting, just the two of them. Everything was fine, well so she had panicked silently the entire time, but it hadn't been because she was worried about some catastrohpy happening. No she had been more concerned with his motives for wanting to be near her, and that she was more used to being alone then having someone around her. Now she couldn't help but think that maybe she was better off alone. After all both of them had been injured, and it was her fault, she had let him come with her.
Not that in reality she could have prevented it. An aggressive an ornery old fox couple had gotten them, and the surprise threw them off guard. It wasn't even possible to smell the mangy old foxes, until they were literally right under there nose. In there case though it had been right in there burrow. Looking back on it, that probably wasn't the best place for them to stick there noses, but they had been innocently trying to flush out rabbit, on the hill. Still she blamed herself, if she had known they were there. In fact she wondered how she could have possibly missed them. Shimmerstrike hunted alone so often that this type of thing shouldn't have slipped her notice. A shiver rippled down her frame, when she realized that had Feralclaw not been there, she would have looked far worse then she did.
That was making light of her current state, and her injuries thought not entirely life threatening, could become so if they got infected. She needed to see Batflight, but didn't want to have to bother her with her incompetence. She knew that it would only put the clan at risk if she ignored her state, and tried to push her anxiety that she was only going to irritate the female medicine cat behind her, and she looked to see if Feralclaw was still on his paws. Shimmerstrike had lead him home to Windclan's camp, but hadn't actually taken account of his wounds. He fought so bravely I'm not sure how much he actually got hurt. My technique must have grown insufficient lately since I have tried my hardest to ignore battle. This of course was her own insecurity acting up again. She was a very talented apprentice, even after her first mentor died and she refused battle with her second, she had learned and excelled in even some higher advanced forms of combat. She was very skilled, and had preformed well on the hill, but she would not see it as enough, because she always saw herself as in the way, or helpless in most situations.
Nope that wasn't something she was reflecting on, now she was more concerned with her shame, and the torn left ear, nearly shredded in fact that she was sporting. As well as a twisted back right leg, most likely a sprain, and several deeps cuts on her back and underbelly. What else from a couple of grouchy foxes. Hiding her need to wince from the sting of everything, she walked into the den careful to look back for Feralclaw. She would track him down and make him go to her if he tried skipping out. The clan needed a kind strong warrior like him, she was expendable. " Sorry to burden you, but Feralclaw could use some help." She left out the fact that she was obviously injured, hoping that she could avoid the full scrutiny of the two medicine cats present and maybe save them supplies as well.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 24, 2013 21:43:40 GMT -5
Blackjaw - Bound to be gentle, if its anything but...~
Rain was falling evenly now, and mud was reforming. He noted oddly that this close to the shadowclan border that the mud was exceptionally thin and slick, almost as if the ground was throughly water logged before the rains even fell. That he found to be odd indeed since the last rain storm was a few nights ago, and the ground no matter how good at retaining water, would have had to been dried from it by now. If his fur stuck up any straighter, he was sure it would all launch from his body. He knew without a doubt that a fairly strong storm was brewing, and he didn't like that they had this confliction right now with Shadowclan. Those pesky snakes were keeping him from avoiding his fears, and that was not ok right now. He was in front of a she cat of his clan, and would not appear weak in front of her. Though it was pesky, he was still in his heart a show off and tactically quite efficient. He was worried however when the intruder turned out to be the deputy of Shadowclan Ivymask. That was one peg short of the worst scenario he could land in at the moment, the worst being Furystar herself. Ivymask was a efficient and deadly warrioress, he was worried that she had crossed there borders. Was this an invasion or spying mission? If so she was a strong statement for shadowclan to send. Thunderclan hadn't been at the gathering, they had been preoccupied with two slobbering dogs entering and attacking Thunderclan at its heart. Blackjaw had nearly walked right in on them. He helped rid them from the camp, but knew that the consequences for them missing the gathering would be dire. He didn't think that shadowclan would take advantage this quickly. Then again they were known for this sort of thing, so he guessed that it was only natural to see them like this. Still he was pissed, and wasn't going to let her out of there home without a good clawing if she meant harm to Thunderclan. Strutting out to meet her, since it was part of his land, he didn't care if she saw him on it. They tabby warrior, was covered in mud, to which he had to surpress a laugh. She looked histerical, not that he needed to show his histerics from her appearance, but it was hard not to. Maybe this was a ploy to hide herself in the territory better. " Why are you here Ivymask! Thunderclan protects its borders, and if your wondering at how well, we will be gald to demonstrate." He stared at her hard, all humor forgotten. Raggedtooth - Just what did I stumble upon...~
The dark tabby scoured the land on there side of the border. He had trained with his apprentice earlier, and was now out on a patrol of his own. Ivymask had been leading it, and he was getting irritated that so far it hadn't gotten anything, no prey at all. Training for battle was one thing, no matter how badly the clan was flooded out they could still learn to fight. The remaining prey were resilient and hard to flush out of there homes. Ironically it was just as Shadowclan seemed to be these past few days. He was searching for her again now, to ask if they should extend the parameters of there hunt. They were unlikely to find anything where they were hunting for another day or two. At least he hoped that it would only be another day or two. Scowling, he looked down into Thunderclan land, and saw her there amongst the mud. It was obvious she had slid across the border. Besides he knew it wasn't on purpose, he supposed Furystar might have to move up her time table on her plans if Thunderclan was instigated now into a fight. Still he hated it when the black and white tom and another warrior started to walk closer to her. He knew his deputy was a fit warrior capable of taking care of herself, but it wouldn't do to let them think Shadowclanners stood alone. Letting a rumbling growl vibrate in his throat, he stalked across the border, his eyes reading hatred and aggression, though he didn't attack. " Ivymask having trouble with these two pests?"
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 23, 2013 1:13:44 GMT -5
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 23, 2013 0:17:56 GMT -5
Accepted please post in clan logs.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 23, 2013 0:16:38 GMT -5
ACCEPTED PLEAES POST IN CLAN LOGS.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 22, 2013 22:08:40 GMT -5
Blackjaw - Bound to be gentle, if its anything but...~
Tense energy drifted off of him in waves as he roamed the edge of there territory. He could feel its pull, the static in the air, the suffocating less oxygen rich wind, a storm was brewing and a good one by the looks of the clouds moving in. Blackjaw was no friend to storms, not that he was afraid of them, or would ever admit to it, but he hated them with a passion. If a warrior were ever to admit to something as trivial as being afraid of a little flashing light, then this Thunderclan warrior would have run around proclaiming it since his birth. It was something that he was not proud of to say the least, his fear of the natural order of things like the weather. It was downright embarrassing, and he was sure that if he stayed in camp during such things, that the others would clearly be able to detect his fear. Add to it that he was from Thunderclan, a clan in which the name sake was a remembrance of the fierceness of a Storm. As it was he was moving rather quickly, his toes barely lingering on the ground for long, his breathing rushed and scared. His fur was puffed out, and his tail spiky and curled around his leg. His black and white body was shivering violently in fear, and his pupils were dilated. Normally, he would have left and went straight to a hiding place, as it was this time he had not seen the storms approach and had been on a patrol near Windclan's border. He cursed his luck, he didn't wish to be near there, and wanted to claw his deputy's ears clean off for giving him the duty. Blackjaw was told that those involved were to be meeting him out in the territory. Briefly he gave thought as to whom would be joining him, but at another crack of thunder, he realized he didn't care so much. Scenting the air in his mad dash to skim the borders, he caught a scent that was neither anticipated nor invited. Shadowclan was on there territory now, of all times, and he was pissed. He was hoping he could simply sprint through the duty and return closer to the camp, but no those irritating crow food eatters had to mess things up. Well he would certainly look fearsome in this state, and as he thought about it lightening started lighting up the sky, and rain began plummeting to the ground. Another roar from the storm, if one payed attention they might smell his fear and see it on his features, him not noticing the way he bared his teeth, nor unsheathed his claws. [/font] Tagged : Flower, Thunderclan cats, Shadowclan cats
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