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Post by zero on Mar 31, 2018 16:02:47 GMT -5
WhispersintheMistApprentices from opposing clan meet up one night because of reasons and became friends. They help each other train so they could become one of the best warriors/leader. For some reason, perhaps stolen prey, which could turn out to be the two apprentices doing, the clans start to get tense. The apprentices stop meeting as tensions climb and battles start occurring. Later, once they earned their warrior name, they find each other by the border. Because breaking the warrior code is still cool as always, they decide to start meeting again to create ideas to stop the battle over fresh kill. idk what they can come up with. I'm saying find new territory or a new prey to hunt. I forgot to ask if we are using a made up clan or canon clans.
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Mar 31, 2018 16:05:50 GMT -5
How about canon?
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Post by zero on Mar 31, 2018 16:10:06 GMT -5
Original territories or lake?
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Mar 31, 2018 16:30:51 GMT -5
Original
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Post by zero on Mar 31, 2018 17:39:36 GMT -5
10/10 choice. I think my character is going to be windclan, if that changes anything. Do you want to start or should I?
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Mar 31, 2018 17:42:34 GMT -5
Please, can you? My character is either Thunder- or ShadowClan, trying to make some last-minute decisions
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Mar 31, 2018 18:01:31 GMT -5
Also, whenever you're finished please tag me so I'll be alerted. Sometimes I'm too lazy to check it out myself.
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Post by zero on Mar 31, 2018 18:15:02 GMT -5
WhispersintheMistShoot. How do we want these two to meet? I'm thinking dog chases my character into your character's territory. They find each other and yours leads mine back. If you want, your character could try to take mine back to camp and they could have a little fight. Since my character will probs be like, no one is taking me alive! )
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Mar 31, 2018 18:19:19 GMT -5
zero: I like that idea! My character is ThunderClan btw. Can you tell me your character's gender? I wanna make mine the opposite g.
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Post by zero on Mar 31, 2018 18:25:33 GMT -5
I was thinking female. )
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Post by zero on Mar 31, 2018 19:03:22 GMT -5
WhispersintheMist Stormpaw's breaths came out in gasps as she flew over the moorland of WindClan. Her heart pounded seemingly in time with her quick strides. Her eyes watered from the constant wind her in face and constant fear. Her muscles ached with every movement. She ignored all of this. She swore she could still feel the hot breath of the dog on her hind legs and she gave another burst of speed. She crashed into the underbrush of the forest with as much grace as a kit. A bush's branches snagged her pelt and random thorns clipped her side. Her paws scrambled for purchase on the unfamiliar ground. All it took was an unexpected root and she tumbled to the ground. Painting, she looked around, trying to see the ugly mug of the dog. Nothing, yet so much surrounded her. She could hear the shaking of the trees, the crunch of leaves, and the chirping of a far away bird. All at once. She closed her eyes. It was too much for the already stressed apprentice. With ears flat against her skull, she tucked herself into a small hollow. Her paints only became muffled when she heard pawsteps. She shifted so she could launch herself out of her hiding place. There was no more running now. If it was the dog, she would leap out. She would claw his ugly muzzle and beady eyes. The dog would be blind and she could get back to her clan. She unsheathed her claws and wiggled, ready to charge. (Stormpaw:leggy, grey tabby with green eyes )
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Apr 3, 2018 14:45:55 GMT -5
(I'm so sorry zero, I'm extremely busy this week. I'll post a reply as soon as possible, and can promise steady replies again come Monday)
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Post by zero on Apr 3, 2018 14:48:19 GMT -5
No problem. ^^ )
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Apr 3, 2018 17:39:20 GMT -5
Here you go, zero! (Leopardpaw: Long-furred golden tom with brown spots and dark green eyes)
Leopardpaw hissed in frustration as the mouse he was stalking squeaked and scuttled into a hole at the base of a gnarled oak. The blackbird winging above its head let out another warning squawk before swooping up and alighting on a tree branch. Leopardpaw eased himself out of his crouch and stared up at the dark-feathered bird, who, unflinching under his glare, chirped a lilting melody to the cool newleaf breeze whispering through the trees, fluttering the newly-sprouted leaves clustering on the trees and casting dappled shadows on the ground like so many verdant moths. The spotted apprentice sighed and turned away, his wrinkled brow eventually smoothing as he recognized the signs of newleaf all around him, heralding better times to come. The skeletons of shrubbery, creepers, and other vegetation on the forest floor were misting over with the cool hue of new beginnings, while the warm smell of wet earth hung heavy in the air. Returning birds twittered as they rustled among the treetops, fluting their sweet voices in companionment with the soothing murmur of shifting leaves. Glimpses of their plump, feathered breasts in the trees made Leopardpaw’s belly rumble as he gazed up at them, saliva pooling on his tongue. Leopardpaw could see the sparkles of sunlit ripples in the distance that signaled the presence of the river. His ears twitched slightly as they picked up its throaty murmuring, mingling with the rattling of dry reeds crackling in the wind. He stopped and closed his eyes, feeling the brightness of the warm sun pressing on his eyelids. It was so warm, so peaceful… Leopardpaw’s eyes snapped open as a sudden gust of breeze brought a new scent from the direction of the moor: something harsh and strong and bitter, smelling of blood and rage and unbridled fury. A faint flurry of frenzied barking echoed in his ears as the fact dawned on him. A dog, fast approaching ThunderClan territory! Leoaprdpaw opened his mouth and drew in deep breaths of the tainted air, his nose and tongue tingling as the steadily strengthening stench became ever more pungent. He put his mother’s sharp scenting skills into play as he detected the slightest hint of something else: just a whisper of wind-laden cat scent, carrying hints of breezy gorse and blooming heather, a little rabbit, heavily tinged with fear. WindClan! Leopardpaw mentally hissed. He broke into a run, veering sharply to avoid looming tree trunks, trailing vines, treacherous dips in the ground, fallen branches, imposing walls of prickly thorns. WindClan was luring a dog into ThunderClan territory! Even as he dashed toward the border, the wind shrieking in his ears, Leopardpaw felt doubt flickering in his mind. Why would WindClan send a single cat to lure the dog? Why not a patrol that could keep each other safe? Leopardpaw pushed the thought away as his paws thrummed with energy. All he knew was that his Clan was in danger, and there was no time to get help. He would have to deal with this threat. Leopardpaw finally burst into a small clearing near the border, his dark green eyes stretching wide at what he saw. A gray tabby she-cat-why, she was only an apprentice!-crouched in a hollow that bit into the ground, her pelt bushed. Her claws were out, her limbs were stiff, and her wide green eyes were fired with desperation. Leopardpaw knew then that WindClan, even at its most mouse-brained, would never send out an apprentice to deal with a dog alone. It must have picked up her trail while she was prancing about on the moor. He immediately fell in beside her, every hair on his pelt rising until he looked twice his size, his claws flexing as he growled to the WindClan cat while facing the eye-wateringly overpowering stench and the sounds of the brute crashing through the forest, “You complete idiot! You should be running away, but it’s too late for that now! Now I have to risk my pelt while trying to save your mangy one! I really hope you appreciate this!”
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Post by zero on Apr 3, 2018 18:15:50 GMT -5
Stormpaw blinked when an apprentice scolded her. Not just any apprentice, a ThunderClan apprentice was scolding her. She had always doubted the harsh stereotypes could ever be true, but now she knew for sure every word was correct. ThunderClan cats did think themselves more noble than all of the other clans. A bunch of Cleanpaws who like to stick their noses into every clan's business, she remembered what he mentor had said. In a second, all her fear evaporated and she was left with bubbling rage.
"I should appreciate you?" She hissed at the tom. Slowly, she stalked out of the hallow and faced the other young cat. Her tail lashed as she looked him up and down. Her nose wrinkled. "You think you can defeat a dog?" She snorted. "I doubt you could land a scratch. I would have been fine if you hadn't come in here roar about how you, the oh-so brave ThunderClan cat, was going to save me. Now the dog knows I'm here. I hope it eats your rabbit-brain first."
Her head then swung away and her eyes scanned the forest. She didn't bother scenting the air. No doubt everything in this forest smelled of a million different scents or the tom's musky ThunderClan scent was going to kill her nose. Her ears were overwhelmed with all the birds and trees, so she kept them tight against her skull. She was left with her eyes. While the dog was barking up a storm, it seemed to be far enough away. She couldn't see its fleabitten pelt hiding in the shadows. However, a few rabbit-hops away, lay her territory where her clan was. If she could get to the moor, she could run again. The patrol had to be near, looking for her. With their help, they could take care of any creature.
With a flick of her tail, she lowered herself down to a crouch. She darted forward as quick as a snake. Sadly, she only made it a foxlength before finding herself nose-to-nose with the dog. It's eyes blinked. Stormpaw took one step back, then another. The beast woofed and crouched down. It barked again, showing big, gleaming teeth, and wiggled forward. Her flight suddenly shifted to fight. She yowled and lashed out with all claws extended. The blow landed directly on the dog's nose. She leaped back as the enemy shook its head. Its whimper slowly melted into a growl. Attacking might have been a mistake, the young cat realized at the dog slowly advanced.
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