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Post by Moth's Wish on Aug 11, 2017 16:26:31 GMT -5
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Post by Moth's Wish on Aug 11, 2017 23:47:55 GMT -5
☙ "Warriors : (Idk What To Call This Yet, Open To Suggestions"Prologue
White flakes of snow fell heavily from the darkened sky above, each flake seeming heavier than the last as they descended and eventually joined the growing blanket of white that had covered the forest floor. The soft snow squelched beneath the mottled she-cat's paws as she followed the familiar trail that led to Fourtrees. Upon entering the hollow, she hesitated on it's edges, lifting her muzzle warily and tasting the air. The faint smell of rabbits and grasses of the moor caught her attention and, after a quick scope of the area, she caught sight of a silhouette perched on a large rock in the center of the hollow. With an intake of breath she steeled her reserve and padded toward the other feline.
The cat ensconced upon the great rock was small and slender in size. The light from the half moon above revealed her black and white coloration. An impatient frown had settled upon her narrow face and her tail-tip twitched anxiously as she waited.
"Breezestar." The aforementioned cat perked up at the voice of the fellow leader and stood to greet her.
"Hailstar, how nice of you to finally arrive." The narrow-faced feline sneered, dipping her head in greeting. Hailstar snorted at the Windclan leader's remark and simply flicked her tail in reply, leaping on to the great rock and settling with her white tail curled delicately around her paws. Breezestar held back a low growl at Hailstar's dismissal but steeled her face as she seated herself beside the mottled silver-gray she-cat.
"Not much for conversation, I see." Hailstar didn't bother to restrain her distaste for her company and growled lowly, tail lashing in irritation.
"If you have a point in practically demanding this affair, Breezestar, I highly recommend you get to it." The Shadowclan leader snarled, not bothering to meet eyes with the she-cat beside her. Breezestar's own irritation heightened. Restraining another growl, she sunk her claws into the rock bellow her and took in a calming breath before she spoke.
"Leaf-bare is a difficult time for all the clans." She began. "However, it is particularly hard for Windclan. Riv-"
"If this is about Shadowclan giving up even a spec of it's territory for you rabbit-chasers, you're a much bigger fool than I first thought you to be!" Hailstar spat, standing furiously to her paws and eyeing the black and white she-cat beside her with undisguised rage. Breezestar hissed and matched her stance.
"Of course not! If you would just listen for once, you mouse-brain!" Hailstar growled but forced her fur to flatten. If she doesn't want territory...What are you planning? She narrowed her eyes at the Windclan leader and, after a moment of hesitation, reclaimed her seat. Breezestar relaxed as well, taking another calming breath before she continued.
"Riverclan posses the largest territory. Certainly much more than they need considering they now have Sunning Rocks."
"Breezestar." Hailstar grumbled.
"Yes?"
"The. Point."
"...Right." The clan leader shook herself, irritation making her fur stand on end. "I want to take only a small portion of Riverclan's territory for Windclan, at least to get us through Leaf-bare." She explained, sparing a glance in the direction of the moors of her territory. "But Cloudstar refused to spare any. My clan can handle themselves in any battle, especially with Riverclan, but you know how Cloudstar can be." Breezestar stated, shuffling her paws and sending a glare toward Riverclan's province. Hailstar offered an amused grunt. Every clan cat in the forest knew that of all the leaders, Cloudstar was, for lack of better term, the most difficult. The white tom was stubborn, short-tempered, and vengeful. Hailtstar fully understood why Breezestar had come to her.
"What I am proposing is, should Cloudstar seek vengeance and overwhelm us, and you and I both know he will seek revenge, may Windclan count on Shadowclan for assistance?" Breezestar's pride made her unable to meet the blue oculars of the cat beside her. Any leader despised relying on another clan for help, but any good leader knew to do so when it was absolutely necessary.
"What can Shadowclan hope to gain for our cooperation?" Any smart leader, however, knew when and how to reap the benefits of such situations. For the good of the clan, was a common thought during times such as this.
"Our aid, should you ever need it." Breezestar offered quickly. "Prey during new-leaf..." The Windclan leader fell silent as she wondered what else she could offer Hailstar, but the previously mentioned she-cat simply flicked her tail in dismissal. "Your being in debt to me is obvious, and come New-leaf prey will be abundant in our territory as well." Hailstar stood once more, leaping down from the great rock and starting toward her own territory. "However, ownership of the falls would be appreciated."
Breezestar's countenance adopted a confused frown. The falls was unowned territory, just south-west of Fourtrees. Neither Riverclan nor Windclan dared to claim the territory so close to the gorge.
"C-consider it yours, I will inform my clan." Hailstar nodded, bidding Breezestar farewell. The mottled Shadowclan leader remained silent and thoughtful long after she crossed back into her own territory. She refused to explain herself to Breezestar, or any other cat should they ask, why she requested dominion over the falls. I've done my part, Darkstar, the rest is up to her... With that final thought, Hailstar slipped into the thorn tunnel, her absence from camp so late at night never questioned. Credit to ~Sapphire~ for the Code Box thingy :}
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Post by Moth's Wish on Aug 18, 2017 21:27:50 GMT -5
Taigaclan Resourceful & Resilient
A brisk breeze surges down the mountain, carrying freezing arctic winds down into the Taiga. You shiver and shuffle closer to the rest of your patrol, all of you huddling together for warmth for a moment. A white she-cat with gray color-point markings stands tall and confident against the frigid gale, eyeing the herd of Musk Deer grazing on the plains before you. You can see her amber irises searching the herd for a weak deer.
"A fawn won't do, Frost." A fluffy, dappled gray tom informs the she-cat, stepping up to stand beside her. "The cold season is on the horizon, food is already starting to become scarce."
You agree seeing as the herd was much farther down the plains than they were the day before. Frost flicks an ear, acknowledging the dappled tom's words. Suddenly her short tail erects, alerting you and the rest of the patrol that she'd found an easy kill. You follow her gaze and find your eyes settling on an injured buck, your mouth watering at the sight of him.
"Smoke, Ash, circle around and lie in wait." The two toms grunt and trot off as instructed. Frost turns to you, her amber eyes shining at the prospect of a hunt. "I'll separate the buck from the herd, you chase it towards Smoke and Ash." You nod in approval as she begins stalking towards the limping buck, soon disappearing from your view. A few moments later, the calls of alarmed Musk deer and beating hooves meet your ears. The hunt has begun.
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