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Post by shadowstar on Jul 21, 2007 22:26:32 GMT -5
Gingerstripe traveled casually through Evermist valley, confident in her own territory. Today she had been chosen to lead the dawn patrol; a rare choice for those of her clan.
Her paws padded, as she scented the air frequently for any other scents of any other Clan cats. Gingerstripe took a swift glance over her shoulder, to insure that the patrol was still keeping up. |
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Post by *Nimbles* on Jul 22, 2007 3:35:19 GMT -5
Ochrestorm slowly padded after Gingerstripe. He twitched his nose slightly as he scented the air, the pungent smell of leaf litter wafted under his nostrils. He blinked slowly, looking around. He raised his bracken coloured tail and turned around slightly to see some copper fur. "What in Star-" he began to say, his eyes narrowing slightly. As quickly as the copper fur was visable, it was gone. He turned fully now, watching closely for something. Anything.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Jul 22, 2007 8:18:48 GMT -5
Cinderpelt noted Ochrestorm's sudden watchfulness. 'Something wrong?' he asked before seeing something move in the bushes himself. He kept a wary eye on it but kept moving anyways. 'Probably a bear or cougar or something.' he muttered to himself. He always thought the worse of everything and as he padded along he thought to himself all of the things that it could be. Bear, badger, cougar, two-leg with a fire-stick, rogues, enemy clans, probably all of us'll die... he thought these things to himself goomily as he returned his attention forward, where he was heading.
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Post by *Nimbles* on Jul 22, 2007 14:22:39 GMT -5
"Probably just a trick of the light," Ochrestorm said, blinking and shaking his head. He smiled and looked around once more. Something felt strange, as if something was out of place. He sniffed the air once more, checking again. He wasn't usually this edgy but something was not right.
Crux Ansata glared at the patrol of cats. Her voice was low and full of sadness. "Now, my feline friends, you are to meet your end. Oh yes, it shall be painful but it will be over quickly," she said softly. Her usually clean pelt was smothered in dung and then leaf litter and mould. She was stationed in a large tree, watching the party of cats, hoping that she'd get a huge reaction. This is what Crus Ansata did, she fed on pain and misery.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Jul 22, 2007 18:53:46 GMT -5
Cinderpelt nodded at Ochrestorm's words, but couldn't just shake it off. He had always been a pessimist and always would be. He watched the ground in front of him gloomily, half expecting half not expecting something to jump on him from behind. He wasn't afraid though, as though he were unattached to his surroundings.
Fangs sat crouched in some nearby bushes, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out in a pant. His eyes gleamed. He was almost completely content but the foul things that covered his shepherd colored coat gave him discomfort. He waited impatiently for his leader's signal.
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Post by silvermask on Jul 22, 2007 19:08:51 GMT -5
Dusk's hazel brown eyes sparkled greedily as his gaze rested firmly on the patrol of cats. He altered his position slightly, ready to leap down on the unsuspecting patrol of worthless fur. The dung on his dark grey fur was bad enough to bare without leaf litter compressing it from the top. He also wished that Crux Ansata hadn't considered using it, but he knew that Sleet's idea had been a good one. His hungry eyes fixed on cats before, also impatient for the blood to begin to spill.
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Post by crimson on Jul 22, 2007 19:10:17 GMT -5
Lykaios crouched down, fur bristling as he watched the cats. His golden gaze sought out a soon to be target, and they fixed themselves on the lead cat, and Lykaios bared his fangs in a grin. This would be almost /too/ easy for the wolfdog, and that saddened him a bit, but at the same time he knew he would enjoy this. He barely took notice of the stink on his pelt, knowing exactly why he had to have it.
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Post by xx.|Tiger|.xx on Jul 23, 2007 20:31:48 GMT -5
Twilight was only a few steps away from Lykaios. She growled lightly, barely audible. She grimaced slightly as a fresh batch of wind blew stink into her nose, but she shook it away, it was neccesary.
Smokesong stood in front of the den, her faced cross with confusion. "What is it?" She mewed quietly to Cinderpelt, the closest one to her.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Jul 23, 2007 20:51:40 GMT -5
Cinderpelt glanced at Smokesong. 'I'm sure I saw something over in those bushes.' he said. 'I've calculated it carefully and have decided that it is a cougar.' he said this seriously, but uncerimonially. He looked at her, waiting for her to laugh, it wouldn't be the first time a cat did.
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Post by xx.|Tiger|.xx on Jul 23, 2007 21:05:06 GMT -5
Smokesong laughed nervously. Her tail twitched, she tried to convince herself nothing was wrong and turned around to go back to remaking her moss bed, but some vibe pulled at her and she paused.
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Post by shadowstar on Jul 24, 2007 2:32:15 GMT -5
[Remaking her moss bed on the middle of a patrol?]
Gingerstripe stiffened, every part of her instincts screaming at her. She looked quickly back at the patrol, giving them a silencing glare. Everything was silent as the patrol halted, but tension pricked the air. There was something there; she was quite sure of it.
Stormfur stopped dead in his tracks, also sensing something. He looked to Gingerstripe, waiting for instructions.
Gingerstripe leaned back to Ochrestorm, Cinderpelt, Smokesong, and Stormfur.
"There is something nearby. But all I smell is dung." she whispered cautiously to them all.
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Prince moved his haunches slightly, becoming a bit tired of keeping the same crouch for so long. Unfortunately, he wasn't used to the forest terrain, and he caused a twig to snap slightly.
It wasn't loud, but he was sure that the darn forest cats would hear it. |
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Jul 24, 2007 11:09:42 GMT -5
Cinderpelt started and stared into the forest, shifting on his paws nervously. 'I know there's something out there, but you're right, there is no smell of an enemy.' he said as he looked hard into the forest. He twitched his tail and his muscles were tensed, every inch of him was super charged with adrenaline.
Fangs looked at Prince haughtily. Can't he be quiet? he thought to himself. He prided himself on his quietness, which was due to his small size. As if to bring him down from his pride though, a fly landed on his nose. He wriggled it, trying to chase the fly away but it still walked around on his nose, tickling it and making Fangs angrier and angrier. He felt a sneeze coming, he tried to hold it back but it came anyways. It was muffled yes, but it was there nonetheless.
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Post by *Nimbles* on Jul 24, 2007 12:13:20 GMT -5
Crux Ansata leapt down from her spot and landed in front of the patrol. "Oops," she whispered to them. She raised her brow and gave them a cynical look. "So my feline friends, what do you think will happen now? That you'll be able to curl back into your mossy beds by nightfall? I think not. Pack, attack," she said softly, her amber eyes locked into the cats'.
Ochrestorm growled as he saw the dogs. His breath caught in his throat as he heard the orders. He gave a yowl and stood transfixed. What in StarClan were they supposed to do now?
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Jul 24, 2007 12:21:02 GMT -5
Fangs leaped out of the bushes, he had been waiting for this command. He jumped into the middle of the cats with a wild grin.
Cinderpelt arched his back, ready to fight this out to the end. He stood firmly in front of Smokesong and raised his heavy paw, ready. He looked at Gingerstripe for direction, his heart thumped and his eyes were wide.
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Post by shadowstar on Jul 25, 2007 0:17:05 GMT -5
Gingerstripe froze; the movements and motions in front of her were all unraveling faster than she could react. The Giant, Dung covered creature spoke some words, and suddenly, she saw the muscles of the other creatures launch forward.
Without knowing what she would be sending her cats into battle with, she let a yowl erupt.
"RiverClan! Attack!"
Her muscles flexed, and she readied herself for whichever one chose to come at her.
Stormfur was surprised, but nonetheless leaped forward, toward the nearest one, which happened to be Fangs... |
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