Post by ~5~Scarfire~5~ on May 26, 2017 21:31:02 GMT -5
(This is my attempt at a poll series. If you don't know what a poll series is, it's a story that you the readers get to decide what characters look like, and what happens. Since this forum only allows me to do one question at a time, I'll write the main question on top and a few paragraphs here. I'll also list of what happened last time below as well.)
~Last on New Start~
The she-cat struggled from exhaustion to get to her paws. Carefully she scooped up the pale cream-colored she-kit. As quietly as she can she slipped out from the back of the bramble. Spotting a maple tree across a brook several fox-lengths away, she raced there. Praying to StarClan that they wouldn't spot her or find her remaining litter.
The brook was only a few whisker wide, it was a dry greenleaf. Easy for her to jump across. She set her daughter among the roots of the maple. Her newborn kit let out a squeal as if she knew her mother was leaving her. Licking the kit's brown ears trying to consult her, "I'll be back with the others." She promised her, even though the she-cat knew her daughter was much to young to understand her.
Pushing against her fear and tiredness, the she-cat ran back to the rest of her litter. As she slips back under the bramble, she came nose to nose with the tom who spoke earlier. Chaos roared. Both of them began tangled of claws and fur while being caught in the bramble. The she-cat dug with her back paws to try heave herself out of the bramble. Tangled thorn branches along side her enemy's fangs digging into her ear, kept her in place. When she pulled free from his fangs it only pushed her further into the thorns. She felt warm blood trailing down her face. Surprise came when her enemy didn't immediately attacked again. Her eyes then found the rest of her litter, the shrieking fight happened right on top of them. Her little ones barley moved or mewed.
"Take this runaway's whelps back to camp!" Her enemy ordered his apprentice. With a nod, the apprentice gathered the rest of her litter.
"No!" The she-cat shrieked. Still trying to wrestle out of the brambles.
The tom laughed as she failed to free herself. "Don't you get it already? You lost. Your clan lost. You and your pitiful kits belong to us now. You belong to-"
A frustrated shriek came outside the brambles. It was his apprentice. "A cat belongs to a clan, what you flea-bites have isn't a clan." A new voice entered silencing the chaos.
~To be continued...
~Since I can only do one question at a time for this story, how about to help things move along. Here is another question that you guys can answer in the comments. What should the two enemy cats (the tom and his apprentice) be named and what do you think they should look like?~
~Last on New Start~
- A she-cat gave birth under brambles hiding from someone or someones. She's on the run.
- The she-cat once belonged to a clan, but we don't know what happened yet.
- As her pursuers got closer, you all decided that she picks up a kit one at a time and carry them a short distance and then go back to grab another, repeat.
The she-cat struggled from exhaustion to get to her paws. Carefully she scooped up the pale cream-colored she-kit. As quietly as she can she slipped out from the back of the bramble. Spotting a maple tree across a brook several fox-lengths away, she raced there. Praying to StarClan that they wouldn't spot her or find her remaining litter.
The brook was only a few whisker wide, it was a dry greenleaf. Easy for her to jump across. She set her daughter among the roots of the maple. Her newborn kit let out a squeal as if she knew her mother was leaving her. Licking the kit's brown ears trying to consult her, "I'll be back with the others." She promised her, even though the she-cat knew her daughter was much to young to understand her.
Pushing against her fear and tiredness, the she-cat ran back to the rest of her litter. As she slips back under the bramble, she came nose to nose with the tom who spoke earlier. Chaos roared. Both of them began tangled of claws and fur while being caught in the bramble. The she-cat dug with her back paws to try heave herself out of the bramble. Tangled thorn branches along side her enemy's fangs digging into her ear, kept her in place. When she pulled free from his fangs it only pushed her further into the thorns. She felt warm blood trailing down her face. Surprise came when her enemy didn't immediately attacked again. Her eyes then found the rest of her litter, the shrieking fight happened right on top of them. Her little ones barley moved or mewed.
"Take this runaway's whelps back to camp!" Her enemy ordered his apprentice. With a nod, the apprentice gathered the rest of her litter.
"No!" The she-cat shrieked. Still trying to wrestle out of the brambles.
The tom laughed as she failed to free herself. "Don't you get it already? You lost. Your clan lost. You and your pitiful kits belong to us now. You belong to-"
A frustrated shriek came outside the brambles. It was his apprentice. "A cat belongs to a clan, what you flea-bites have isn't a clan." A new voice entered silencing the chaos.
~To be continued...
~Since I can only do one question at a time for this story, how about to help things move along. Here is another question that you guys can answer in the comments. What should the two enemy cats (the tom and his apprentice) be named and what do you think they should look like?~