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Post by Nighthunter on Mar 2, 2013 19:02:10 GMT -5
Dog Attacking the camp
[/center] Two dogs have escaped there twolegs while they were hiking through the woods. The dogs were in the heart of Thunderclan territory before, but catching the strong scent of Thunderclan's camp, they are now at its heart and sniffing around. The bigger of the two dogs is a German shepard mostly black in color with patches of golden brown mixed in its coat. Its angry brown eyes searching for a play toy. The second Is a much smaller yet very experienced hunting dog, a fox hound. Its white and black speckled coat and blue eyes trudging around. There ears both perk at the sound of squealing kits, and they make there way towards the nursery. [/font][/blockquote][/size] All Thunderclan may join and this is why they are not at the Gathering.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 23:25:18 GMT -5
Things were oddly serene. Morningpaw had just returned from a short hunting patrol, dropping her mouse on the fresh-kill pile. The calls of various crickets that filled every night in late new-leaf were the only thing that could be heard in camp. The full moon shone beautifully up above, lighting up into the stone quarry Morningpaw felt a pang of excitement. The gathering was tonight, and their was a chance, however slim, that she could be chosen for it. She was only 6 moons, and had very little training, but she wanted ever so dearly to get out of camp and see what the cats from other Clans were like. It would be frightening as well, meeting and seeing so many new cats, but if Fadedmist was there with her she was sure she would feel comfortable.
The little she-cat padded to the center of camp and sat, looking upwards in wait for ThunderClan's leader, Slatestar, to address the Clan and choose. A few moments went by, and other cats came out to sit in wait as well. Excited murmurs began to arise, cats throwing in their guesses as to who would be the lucky ones, when...
A bark, loud and deep, sounded from the distance.
Silence befell the camp. Worried glances were exchanged. and the fur on every cat's back seemed to rise. Morningpaw's heart began to thump hard in her chest, eyes widening and staring at the camp entrance.
Then, another bark, higher pitched, sounded from the same area. A cacophony of howls and the thundering of paws came closer and closer, until two huge figures burst through the camp entrance. Wild, frightened shrieks and yowls sounded from her clans-mates as they wildly scattered from the two beasts's path. Terror froze Morningpaws, only able to snap her ears against her skull and widen her eyes in terror.
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Post by Nighthunter on Mar 4, 2013 0:35:20 GMT -5
Blackjaw
Strong jet black paws raced back with the patrol through the bramble barrier of the camp. From the massive tom's black patched jaw swung two mice and a vole. The hunting patrol had faired well, he and Morningpaw, Fadedmist's apprentice had caught a decent amount and were taking back part of there catch. The rest of the patrol was probably hot on there heels. Blackjaw's eyes went wide as the two snarling faces of the dogs turned and faced the in coming patrol. His face fell open in disbelief that the mangy mutts were in the camp, and for a moment he thought he was hallucinating, until Maplepaw's equally shocked and terrified face registered in his skull.
Leaving the prey where he had dropped them in the dirt, he hissed and bristled up his fur so that he looked twice as big. Normally he hated having to do so, as it hid his spectacular muscular physique, but maybe it would make him look more formidable to the dogs. One was usually a problem for a patrol, and here he was with two. He sent a prayer to starclan, knowing he might very well join them unless more warriors flocked in. Hissing i fury he flashed his claws out at the smaller more aggressive dog." Come on you mange pelt! Maplepaw move it or your done for!"
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Post by Brighty on Mar 5, 2013 17:45:27 GMT -5
Fadedmist was enjoying the peace of the day. In his jaws he carried a plump rabbit, worthy enough to feed a few apprentices in one helping. The day was long and Fadedmist was slowly beginning to tire. A slight soreness echoed through his paws as he head back to camp. But something didn't seem right. Several dog scents were drifting through the air.
Confusion hit Fadedmist smack in the gut as he heard the screeches of cats in the Thunderclan camp. Dropping the rabbit, Fadedmist raced as fast as he could towards the frightening yowls. His black pelt burst into the camp, and a shocked breath escaped him as he saw two dogs terrorizing the camp. With hackles raised, Fadedmist charged headfirst at the dogs, taking note of Blackjaw's diversion towards the smaller of the dogs. Fadedmist dodged under their feet before noticing Morningpaw standing face to face with the dogs. "Morningpaw! MOVE! NOW!" he yelled.
He felt a graze across his shoulder and the scent of blood began to fill his nostrils. Fademist darted back and forth, unleashing a few blows towards the larger dog's head. The pain in his shoulder increased as he fought for his life. He glanced in the direction of Morningpaw, hoping that the young apprentice was able to make a run for it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 22:48:26 GMT -5
Loudstorm "That's good for now."
A loud husky voice came from the medicine cat's den. A small smile crept to his lips. He had been pretty glad he found everything he needed in his list. Except, he wished he had extra time to examine some new plants he had discovered near by. Never know when the next remedy will come around. His tail wrapped around him, resting upon his front beastly paws. Satisfied with today's work, he decided to head out and check upon the new litter. It was quite exciting to see the little devil ones, be sure they were healthy and strong.
The tom cat stood, chest inflated with pride and confidence. A radiant aura surrounded the large tom cat, filled with positive energy and expectancy. The sound of crickets sooth Loudstorm, it was quite a peaceful night. His head dipped as he passed by different warriors and elders. Showing his acknowledgement. He kept on trotting on towards the nursery's den. Before he ever made his way in, he made sure the Queens gave him permission to do so. Loudstorm's ear perked up as he heard the Queen's meow, allowing him to enter. The tom cat let out a smile, grateful for their permission, he was quite excited to see the little fur balls.
Electrifying blue eyes gaze over the little bundles of joy. They were completely adorable and frighten by his presence. It was common, and Loudstorm was used to it for the most part. Who wouldn't be afraid of his features. A tall, big and scary looking cat like him could scare just about any small creature. However, he offered a gentle smile, softening his expression and laid upon his belly in a playful manner. Loud purrs emitted from his stocky neck, showing the kits he was no harm to them and although the looks were still deceiving they loosened up, returning their own purr back. Taking this opportunity, he leaned in and examine the little ones, one by one. Loudstorm never expected the following events.
Loudstorm was caught off guard by a foreign scent, one that was no where friendly. His fur bristled up, standing on it's edge as familiar and hostile sounds emitted from the outside. The warm and charming smile fell into a serious and hard one. The Queen was also stressed. They were under attack, and Loudstorm knew they had to evacuate the kits. However, unaware of the situation, he was hesitant about taking the kits out in the open outside. There was a higher chance of them surviving where they were at then outside. His eyes met with the Queen's, locking in place. Each other's heart pounded against their rib cage, synchronized as one, aware of the threat that was in their camp. Loudstorm had to decide whether to check on the situation, which would risk giving out the location of the kits or stay, unaware of the situation and defend if the dogs dared peek their head through. The kits squealed, meowing and tumbling. The Queen hushed the little ones, comforting them in an attempt to silence them.
Loudstorm's pupil turned into slits as the darken shadows of large predators neared in. He had to avoid from growling in order to take the them by surprise when they got close enough for him to snatch for their legs. They might be bigger, but Loudstorm knew, the weak spots were at the lower regions and the eyes. If he could get them down or blind them, that would be enough to distract them or scare them off. Thoughts ran through his head, his body pressed against the ground, ready to pounce. Luckily for him, the intruders were being distracted by other warriors and apprentices. The scent of blood crashed against his moisten black nose. The bitter scent was alarming.
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Post by Nighthunter on Mar 14, 2013 11:46:45 GMT -5
Dogs The dog rampaged through the camp, though the smaller one now had a large black and white tom in his sights. Meat.... kitty... kill kitty. It barked and growled meanecingly and reared up on his hind legs launching foreward trying to jump on the smaller cat behind the black and white one. The larger dog growled and hefted a giant paw at the other black cat in the clearing. He was less concerned about killing, and more concerned at sinking his teeth into one of the moving chew toys and making it squeak. The faint sounds of mewling reached his large pointed ears, and he turned his head towards there noise. Ignoring the warrior at his shoulders, he raced towards the brambles.
Blackjaw Blackjaw hoped that Maplepaw was moving, because the dog certainatly was. Hissing in fury he continued to swing his front paws in the air alternating each foot to strike as fast as he could. The dog seemed to only get angrier, and he hoped half heartedly because no one wanted a dog's attention, that it would go after him and not the apprentice. It had probably scented the fear from the younger cat and was now jumping over him to try and reach her. Launching himself in the air in a sort of backward flip, he latched his claws into its shoulder and side and tried to throw off the angle of its jump. He could feel the muscle and strength in the dog, and feared he would not be able to help much. It was sickening to see such a strong animal in there camp. Still he dug his claws in and yanked to the left, trying to help Maplepaw.
Turning his head, he heard the bark of the other dog, and watched in horror as it ambled towards the nursery. "Fadedmist the kits!" Surely they would have the protection of there mothers, but the little bundles were nearly powerless to the large mutt trying to sniff them out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 0:23:09 GMT -5
silverclaw
The gentle thrum of pawbeats broke the silence of the early morn. The trees were thick and ominous here at the heart of the forest, which made it hard for any to pass through the woods at any speed. Nevertheless, the single feline present in the woods at this hour, and most hours for that matter, knew its every rock and root and rabbit-hole, so she bounded through the underbrush with minimal hindrances. The trees shone with the pale golden light of sunrise, the thick foliage overhead allowing the light to come through in small sunbeams. More light would reach the forest floor as midday approached. The birds were finally waking and beginning their daily chorus, though the mottled stallion cared little for their song. It was just a part of routine, the routine that ruled her life. Silverclaw was the deputy of ThunderClan, and her duty consumed her life. All of a sudden her trajectory slid to a sudden halt, ears flicking about on high alert. She stepped forward, warily, making an effort not to make any noise. The sun glinted off her silver-toned body amid the smokey stripes, doing little to camouflage her vibrant pelt. Her nostrils flared, the membranous skin expanding to draw in more air to be analyzed. Something was unusual. Strange. Not right. Her nares contracted once more as she expelled the air into the atmosphere, having taken from it every particle his body needed. The smell struck her with such violance, she almost fell from the trees. Dog. As if on cue, she heard crashing in the bushes and barking hardly very far from camp. Panic burst forth with incredible force and it launched her into action. She moved with lighting speed through the forest, following just behind the too-fast dogs. Her heart pounded wildly, akin to a caged bird beating it's wings on the bars.
Finally she spotted the entrance to camp, the dogs sniffing desperately about it. She could hear the panic within came, and that only jeered the dogs and excited them more. It was only seconds before the first - and largest - dog shoved his way through the narrow enterance to camp, the little one following close behind. No! She could hear the immediate yowls and barks within, and three thoughts came to her mind. First - Where was Rushingstar? Second - Were there enough warriors to chase off dogs? Third - The kits. She gasped and shoved her way into camp, forcing her mind blank. She didn't have time to panic or to think about how horrifyingly wrong all of this was. She had only time to act. Her heart pounded in her ears as she surveyed the scene. Bu-bump. Blackjaw and his apprentice were locked in combat with the largest dog. Bu-bump. Fadedmist and his own apprentice were fending for themselves. Bu-bump. Loudstorm crouched in the nursery with the frightened queens. Bu-bump. Her vision became sharper than ever, focusing on the smaller dog that was headed straight for the mewling kits. A roar of rage erupted from the deputy as she released a battle cry and leaped for the dog, claws outstretched. " Filthy mongrel! " she hissed. The clamour of battle in the background faded into white noise, nothing but a rushing in her ears. She forced herself to spare a glance over the span of the fray, even though it was too early to get much of a sense of how things were going. She had to remain aware of the general state of affairs in case the tide turned against them and a strategic retreat to the forest was needed. Her responsibilities as their deputy in the leader's absence did not simply wash away once her destructive efforts were engaged. She had to remember that.
Later, she could remember that later. Right now, there was fighting to be done. She'd gotten in a good slash at the dog's jaw, a lucky hit. She backed off when the dog's attention was away from the nursery and on to her. She thought, for a moment, that this might be easy. Maybe she'd gotten an older dog who'd lost his touch. Something was slightly off about this brute, though she couldn't pinpoint it. Apart from the fact that he was dog and needed to be put down. Silverclaw watched with cool disdain as the hairy beast charged at her. She didn't budge an inch, staring down the beast as if to egg him on. He had made the mistake of underestimating his opponent. The ground shook as heavy strides drew nearer, hammering in her ribcage like a metal concert, drowning out her heartbeat and replacing it with a more frenzied rhythm. Still she stubbornly stood her ground. It wasn't the smartest move; she knew she was smaller and would not come out on top from such an attack. Overconfidence and bravado eclipsed her tactical mind, until her opponent hit her with the force of a freight train and spun. She was confused. She'd expected the dog to simply bowl her over and attempt clamp her in it's jaws, a move from which she could easy flip over and right herself and claw at his face. But right in the moment where her weight was shoved back onto her hind legs, the dog hauled his massive body out from in front of him and twisted to let loose a massive paw. One paw caught her in the legs, unloading a world of pain into one hind leg. The other caught her on the underside, luckily just behind her ribs so none were broken by the force. Not-so-luckily, it was in a softer area and ran the risk of internal bleeding, not to mention giving her innards a pounding. It made her want to retch. The silver deputy reeled from the pain, staggering on three legs and lashing blindly with her claws in an attempt to deter the smaller dog from coming after her just yet. She needed to regroup. She needed the blur to clear from her vision. She tested her injured hind leg as she wheeled away, and her entire back end collapsed before her good hind leg caught it and lifted her back to full height again. Pain sliced like a hot needle through her awareness. She wasn't sure if it was clarity or just more madness bleeding through. The two were beginning to look so much alike. There was no time for panic, criticism or feeling sorry for herself. Not now. She rounded on three legs, careful not to build up too much momentum lest she lose her balance, and lashed out with her front claws, catching the beast in the face again with a hiss.
" You don't touch my Clan! " she snarled wildly. She was far from done with this. They could break all her legs and she would fight from her belly on the ground. Giving up was not an option, not while she still drew breath.
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Post by ottie on Apr 12, 2013 21:57:17 GMT -5
The sun was setting, she noticed the darkening sky as she glanced towards the entrance of her den. She was pacing quietly in front of her nest, prepping herself for tonight. Rushingstar was getting ready for the gathering that would begin soon. She already had the list of cats that she would take with her. It was time to call the clan together and let everyone know who was going. Turning towards the opening of her den she stopped, hearing them before she smelled them. Loud barks echoed through her head and then the stench hit her. Her hackles raised automatically as she rushed towards the opening. She briefly stopped before running out to assess the situation.
Rushingstar's eyes grazed over the camp. Two dogs were on the attack and her clan was on the defense. She watched as Blackjaw and Fadedmist tried to get Morningpaw, who was frozen with fear, to move. She watched as the two warriors tried to fend off the larger dog. Her eyes were pulled towards the nursery when she heard the crying of kits. The smaller dog was sniffing its way into the warm, comfortable den. Then Rushingstar noticed her deputy, Silverclaw, attacking that smaller dog. There was a moment of pride in her clan, although it was shadowed by the fear of danger. These two beasts needed to be dealt with and quickly. Thunderclan couldn't afford any casualties from this attack. Besides, Rushingstar wouldn't allow it. It was her duty as Leader to protect each and every member of her clan. She would do everything in her power to do so.
After sending a prayer up to Starclan for help, she decided that Blackjaw and Fadedmist could handle the larger dog with the help of Morningpaw. As she ran by the three and the dog she yelled, "Get it out of the camp! Push it back towards the entrance!" She then promptly ran towards the nursery to protect the kits. It was good timing too as she watched Silverclaw get knocked over. She saw her deputy try and fail to stand upright on all four paws. Letting out a loud hiss, Rushingstar made it across the camp. She jumped in between her deputy and the dog, scratching viciously at its face. Circling the dog so that her body was between it and the nursery, she hoped she was giving Silverclaw a litlle more time to recover. Glancing over the dog's shoulder, she tried to get a glimpse of how the others were faring.
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Post by Nighthunter on Apr 21, 2013 13:51:15 GMT -5
Note: im going to be mentioning the names of the cats in the dogs posts so that its easier to keep track of who is attacking who. Obviously the dogs have no clue of the cats names or clan or any of that, I'm just being clear. Okay let the fight continue.
Dogs
The lager mutt growled in fury at feeling the pin pricking of claws digging into his shoulder from the larger black tom cat. He swung his massive drooling fang in the cats direction and snapped at the legs attached to his shoulder. Spinning his head back around he shook his shoulders and turned around to charge at the two warriors Fadedmist and Blackjaw. He decided to leave fighting the younger cat for afterwards since these two chew toys wanted to squeel first, he would gladly oblige. Growling, his teeth grinding together in a menacing powerful grip, he pulled back his lips and showed off his staggered and sharp fangs. His deep brown eyes were now more black then before, and his anger grew. Long pointed ears flew back flat against his skull and he advanced head down charging towards the two warriors.
The smaller dog, the hound dog was livid. How dare the the kitty try and stop him from reaching the prey crying in the den. He was about to snap at the grey ruffled looking medicine cat Loudstorm, but instead the hissing of another cat reached his ears right before he felt a swift jab to his chin. The telltale sign of a scratch, the burning pain that came with it, was not unnoticed by the hound, and shutting his eyes to the sudden pain, he forgot about the cat guarding the kitties, and rounded on the prey that had attacked him. Snarling in rage the hound attacked and managed to wound the Thunderclan deputy. Grinning and showing his fangs, he was about to finish off the furball when another cat stood in his way. This time it was a russet brown colored cat. This cat seemed to pose an air of challenge in her, however before he could ponder that it raked his face with its prickly claws. They felt like thorns to the dog, but getting hit in the face was not something he had been prepared to handle. Scratches to the sides of his eyes appeared to part the fur on his head, showing redish pink lines where fur used to be. Luckily his eyes remained intact. He lunged forward his head low, letting out a bellowing hunting howl only a hound dog could echo and tried to envelop the cat in his jaws. This dog was not a hunter this was a killer.
Blackjaw
He had decided to cling to the larger dog, trying to throw it off course from attacking Fadedmist's apprentice. Not having an apprentice of his own yet, he feared that he might never get the chance with taking such risks. Much to his horror, the dog's head turned and its loping run slowed as its eyes connected to his own green ones. The hollow depth of blackness within them shattered the resolve of Blackjaw momentarily making his spine crawl. What in Starclan had brought these monsters to there home? Why hadn't they been warned? His glistening jaws opened and closed on his foreleg biting into his flesh and connecting with bone. Yowling in pain at the strength of the brute, he wondered if this was his end. The bite lead up rather quickly as it dislodged its teeth and swung its head back around. He was in shock because surely it could have killed him right then and there. The feeling of how close he had come to death chilled him. With his injured foreleg he was powerless to hold on any longer as it surged its shoulders in a shake and threw him off.
The black tom landed awkwardly and rolled away coming to a standstill in a lump of rumpled fur several feet away from the dog. Thankfully he had been successful and it stopped going after the apprentice. Sadly it seemed more content on finishing him off now. Glancing down at his leg, he grimaced seeing the open wound and blood well up mingling with his fur. That kind of injury would take him a while to heal from properly. Curling his paw he rose up on his three legs determined not to lay there helplessly while he was attacked. The dog was not going to find him easy prey. Bristling up, he hissed, his jaws wide and his fury strong and evident in the wild way in which he stood facing the dog. The burning in his leg was starting to get to him, the shock having worn off, he only hoped that the adrenaline rush would aid him in not faltering before they were chased out of the camp. He heard his leader Rushingstar give the command, and he was willing to do his best to carry it out. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Silverclaw was not fairing much better then he was. Thankfully it looked like Rushingstar was going to help out there with the other dog.
To think that before his biggest worry had been how to bring back all the prey they had caught the quickest. It had been a lovely morning, and he had been looking forward to the gathering. It had been a decent time for Thunderclan lately, and he was wondering how the other clans were doing in comparison. He worried what they would think about there absence. Stupid mangy mongrels, why did they have to go and ruin his day, and his leg.
Tornpaw
Growling reached his ears, and his eyes flew open the tiredness he had been feeling wiped away in an instant as startled fear took its place. He had been asleep, his aching muscles had called for him to rest after all the training he had been through recently with his mentor Rushingstar. The golden tabby had hoped that he would have been chosen to go to the gathering even though he was still an apprentice. Hearing the noise of battle he wondered who would be low enough to attack a camp, let alone attack a camp during the night of a gathering.
Getting outside, his eyes opened wide as he took in the scene, og the two dogs rampaging through the camp. His leader and mentor was joining the fight, and he felt his chest swell in a mixture of fear and obligation. His brows furrowed and he jumped into battle launching himself up onto the back of the smaller dog that was attacking Rushingstar and Silverclaw, he didn't want to see them get hurt. In reality he was petrified though, what good could he do against such monsters. As he connected with the dog's flesh he realized his answer was simple, hang on.
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