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Post by Thorne on May 9, 2021 22:20:31 GMT
 | Self-sacrifice Can Shove it -- And that's the "earnestness" between the two of us Another day, another assignment. This one wasn't as fun, however that could easily change if her mission was compromised enough. He had given her full permission to kill anyone who tried to stop her. His instructions were clear not to be the one to start the fight this time. Viper disliked the fact that she had to try and be diplomatic. Whatever it took to get him the information he requested.
She had been assigned to what she saw as the most important sector of the valley. Poor little Recluse got assigned to a backwater territory. Viper couldn't wait for the little menace to finally get what was coming for him.
She wanted to be the one to pull his guts out once he disappointed his father for the last time.
Being careful not to fall into the water, Viper lept from rock to rock as she crossed the river. How many damn rivers are in this cursed place? She thought bitterly, remembering her time in what she was told was 'RiverClan'. At least I aint the one who has to deal with those water witches. She thought to herself.
Viper continued on her journey, noting that her destination was in sight. The Great Tree, 'ThunderClan Camp'. TAGS: @name, @name, @name
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Post by Celestine on May 11, 2021 5:40:29 GMT
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","ospreywe1"] [attr="class","lost1"]Ospreypaw [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","ospreydying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]
If only until sunhigh, Ospreypaw had been sent out of camp with one of Thunderclan's warriors. While it would be ideal to go out with his mentor, he was the deputy apprentice - that not only meant he likely had far longer than a normal apprenticeship to train with his mentor, but that she was also far busier than most mentor's. It was not uncommon for the young tom to be seen hunting, patrolling, and sometimes even battle training with other warriors. Not to mention joint training with Newtpaw, something Lynxstar and Briarsong were awfully insistent on. Owlpaw had always seemed to enjoy it, but Ospreypaw? Sometimes he felt the overwhelming urge to claw at the smug molly's pelt.
For the moment, though, his claws merely itched for a hunt. He was growing restless in camp.
Body low to the ground in a well-practiced hunting crouch, silent as a mouse, Ospreypaw crept slowly toward his quarry. He had caught sight of a sparrow, and his accompanying warrior had told him to try a paw at catching it. There was little doubt in his mind that he would catch it. Each moment the bird paused in its pecking to look around, Ospreypaw stilled. Though he dared not wait too long. 'Nearly there.' The thought flickered into his mind, and his whiskers twitched with anticipation.
Without warning, the bird fluttered away. Tail lashing, Ospreypaw straightened, hissing silently with frustration. He had not made a sound. He was downwind. He was stepping lightly. So how had the bird sensed him? Ears flicking to the sound of pawsteps, Ospreypaw noted the sympathetic look of his companion. A clear sign he was wondering the same. "Bad luck. Guess it had its fill." The older tom said. Ospreypaw ignored him. The bird had looked startled, not bored or full. Though then again, who could ever hope to read the minds of prey. Oh well. He would just have to find something else to catch.
Jaw parting, the young tom tasted the air, while his ears swiveled to catch the sounds of prey. There was not much prey left in Thunderclan territory just yet. While not all of the forest was burned by Shadowclan, a good portion of the surviving prey had still fled all the same. It was taking time to return, and even when it did, the rest of their forest would still need to recover. So when no more prey scents washed over him, he felt a soft growl bubbling in his throat. It never escaped. Instead, the young tom froze, eyes widening in alarm. That was catscent. And not the clan kind.
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Post by Thorne on May 11, 2021 18:24:14 GMT
| Self-sacrifice Can Shove it -- And that's the "earnestness" between the two of us The black molly continued her trek, noting how quickly the forest became a wasteland of charred remains. Was this natural, or more of those witches? She wondered.
She looked up as she watched a bird fly away in the distance. Had someone else alerted it? Viper crept lower to the ground, weaving between the burned trees, her black pelt blending against the soot.
Her green eyes fell onto the other feline in the distance. A kitten? She thought. Possibly a little older?
Seeing how the younger cat froze, Viper knew they must be aware of her presence, possibly by scent as he wasn't looking directly at her.
Oh how she wished she could sink her teeth into the cat's throat and just be over with it here and now.
Orders were orders, and Viper had other things to do.
She quietly approached the apprentice. "What's gotcha so scared there, bud?" She asked, flicking her tail as she walked up to him from behind.
"Aintcha seen another cat before?" |
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Post by Ioana003 on May 26, 2021 21:35:44 GMT
HailskyWhite fur washed against scorched trees, blackening the snow-like pelt of Hailsky. An ironic name for a Fire Elemental, but it did fit her nonetheless. After her birth, she insisted on going back out as a Warrior, not wasting a heartbeat. She wasn’t interested in her Kits; well, maybe the funny looking one could be intriguing to watch grow. But whether she insisted or not didn’t matter, the pure white she-cat escaped the dark, cramped “Nursery” from under the Great Oak. With so many large kittens inside already, plus her own, it was a complete mystery as to how anyone fit inside. Quite curious if she really thought about it. Suddenly, another tom walked by. Something about keeping an eye on Ospreypaw, the Deputy Apprentice. Or was it the Leader Apprentice? She could never remember which was which. Perhaps Hailsky ought to pay more attention, use that information for when she leaves ThunderClan. Sitting in one place bored the Warrior, and she strived for knowledge. What wasn’t as boring was the scent of a strange cat. It smelled almost… RiverClan? No, the scent was far too stale, too… Too much like whoever was here only walked through the territory, not lived there; so who was this stranger from beyond? ShadowClan? Why would they walk through RiverClan? WindClan hates them. Odd. She quickened her pace. Whoever it was, it interested her. She was curious. Right around another scarred tree she saw the stranger talking to Ospreypaw. Spooked, the young tom looked to have frozen in place as the black… she-cat, was it? Black she-cat stalked out from her hiding place. Her eyes seemed to glow an eerie green. “If he hasn’t, he has now,” replied Hailsky before the Apprentice could. She nodded her head as an acknowledgement to the newcomer. Are they a Rogue? “And I’m sure he did get scared. Quite rude of you to scare such a young cat.” Her ghouly fur shone in the sunlight and her shivering ice-blue eyes watched the cat. A twitch of her tail later, she spoke again: “But what brings you out here? It’s rather far from twolegs, even including the nearby sheep. After all, Elders spoke of Rogues like fairytales - from the past long gone. So what would such an individual be searching for in ThunderClan’s territory?”She stood next to Ospreypaw. No matter how much she wanted to learn about the stranger, there was not an inch of trust for that she-cat. Tense, her muscles readied to bear any attacks, and half her mind prepared to use Flaming Claws if needed. The newcomer looked experienced: there was no doubt in Hailsky’s mind she could dodge her Small Fireballs. Hopefully Ospreypaw knew how to fight well by now. As she continued to talk, her head tilted. “I wonder if there’s more of you. And how many. After all, your half glare doesn’t give me much confidence, I’m afraid. But let’s start somewhere a Rogue can understand: I’m Hailsky, what about you?”Thorne Celestine
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Post by Thorne on May 31, 2021 18:59:10 GMT
| Self-sacrifice Can Shove it -- And that's the "earnestness" between the two of us Before she had the chance to speak to Ospreypaw again, the voice of a new cat filled her ears. Viper's whiskers twitched in annoyance, then turned her head towards the third party. Never one without another, it seems.
"Ah, sorry bud, wasn't my intention to spook the little feller. Seems he's a little skittish, eh?" She asked, flicking an ear.
Viper disliked the amount of questions the stranger asked. Oh, the horrible things she wished she could do to end the bombardment of worthless words. None of this would matter soon. Not once the plan was in motion.
"No need for the quiet hostility, buddy. Comin' off a little owly. Not gon' biff anythin' bad your way, honest." She meowed. "'Just a come-from-away passin' through. I aint seen a Tallwalker in a long while, not since passing through those mountains anyway. 'Magine a place without one of them sooks, a paradise." She laughed.
When Hailsky continued, Viper flicked an ear. "Not many folk cross those mountains, from what I've heard. 'Came alone, 'less I've been followed by some bogtrotter. Unlikely though, eh?" She meowed. "Th'name's Viper. Not as stupid as y'think." |
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Post by Celestine on Jun 1, 2021 4:22:36 GMT
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","ospreywe1"] [attr="class","lost1"]Ospreypaw [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","ospreydying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]
The scent grew stronger, and soon enough the young tom heard quiet pawsteps approaching. Ears slipping back against his skull, the golden tom swiveled just in time to see a she-cat approaching him from behind. Definitely not a clan cat - unless their rival clans were accepting rogues into their midst. Ospreypaw narrowed his eyes suspiciously, tension rippling along his spine as his hackles raised. Automatically, he felt his body lowering him into a battle stance, tail flickering menacingly behind him.
Whoever this stranger was, he did not trust them one bit.
Before he had so much as a chance to register her teasing, his escort strode into his path. The young tom bristled as a tail rested on his shoulder, and the older warrior took a protective stance before him. Ospreypaw straightened. He was not oblivious of the reminder to keep his cool, but he was not about to be treated like a kit. Ears flicking irritably, the young tom shouldered his way to stand determinedly at his clanmate's shoulder and cast the stranger a scathing glare.
Once again, the young tom had no chance to speak a word, before another cat joined the midst. Hailsky. Despite himself, Ospreypaw felt his eyes narrow skeptically toward the snowy she-cat. Truth be told, he did not trust her. She may be Lynxstar's new mate, or whatever, but in his mind see was nothing short of an outsider. She had left her clan for the sake of knowledge, and Ospreypaw hardly doubted she would hold any loyalty to them. Taking her in was a risk - and a stupid one at that.
Once again, the young tom was accused of being afraid, and as Hailsky stepped in by his other side, Ospreypaw lashed his tail with every purpose to give a forceful thwack to her flank. A sidelong glare was cast to the molly for good measure, but Ospreypaw offered no words in his defense. He did not care if either of these idiots thought he was afraid. He could care less what they thought of him; for all he cared, their opinions were moot points. Neither of them were Thunderclan cats in his mind.
With nothing else to add beyond Hailsky's demands, Ospreypaw was content to let her babble on. Well, not necessarily content; he would much rather if the she-cat shut up and got to the point. However, he felt no urge to interject into her constant flow of words. Windclan were all talk for all he was concerned, anyway. He highly doubted she could back up anything with claws, which was probably why she seemed somewhere between aggressive and trying to make friends with the stranger. Eventually, when the flow of words came to a halt, Ospreypaw took a step past Hailsky and lashed his tail.
"What do you want with Thunderclan?" he demanded simply. Even as he spoke his words as a question, Ospreypaw felt his power thread through the earth as he prepared himself to chase off the rogue. He may not have the power of a warrior, but he was more than ready to tear the pelt of this witch.
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