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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2019 22:45:06 GMT -5
I didnβt get notifications. Iβll reply in a bit!)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2019 22:48:51 GMT -5
Delleβs teeth sank down on her tongue as she was dragged across the ground. She could feel her frail body begin to ache but ignored the pain. She clawed at the warrior, hoping to land a final blow in some way. She panted and spat blood in his face as pain burned throughout her body
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2019 22:59:12 GMT -5
Briarpaw couldn't hear anything, but the pools of blood she stepped in as she stumbled on the outskirts of the camp made her paws feel hot and sticky. Without her hearing, her heartbeat seemed like it was going to blow out her eardrums. Ringing began to overwhelm her, and she darted from bush to bush in fear of everything that touched her, be it leaves or twigs. I feel so bad Cinderlight, make Grackle SUFFER // Grackleβs paws were soaked to the bone of blood and poison. His blood was boiling with rage, heβd been fighting a young warrior named Crookedcall. The feisty shecat had ripped off almost all his whiskers and got sand in his hollowed our eye socket. The fight broke off when he felt a headache start to come in. He made sure no one noticed him running off from the fight to rest his head. He ran to an isolated area, an area were a poor Briarpaw hid, he cleaned one of his paws with a puddle and tried to rub out the sand.
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Post by Mosshail on Oct 7, 2019 10:16:05 GMT -5
Paintstream shook herself, stumbling when she did. She had just sent a tiny cat running back into the forest, her white patches turned pink with blood. She wobbled as she turned around, and noticed Twigpaw standing beside a fallen Duskwhisker, facing a rogue with blood-covered paws. She started to run over quickly, but was shocked as the other cat ran off. He was gone by the time she reached the apprentice.
"Here, let's get him over to Daisybug," she instructed her. "Get on his other side, try not to move him much in case he has poison in him."
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Post by Mosshail on Oct 7, 2019 10:17:57 GMT -5
Thunderfoot could see Daisybug's faint outline, and the scent of herbs surrounded him. For a brief moment, he couldn't hear anything, and he smell of blood left his nose. He could no longer feel the saliva dripping from his mouth drenching his jaws as he closed his eyes and let himself fall into the scent of the herbs that Daisybug desperately pressed at him.
[rip]
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Post by Mosshail on Oct 7, 2019 10:19:39 GMT -5
Deerleg felt blinded by the burning blood from Delle, and he couldn't predict her wild blows. He felt her claws go at his face and chest, and he fell back to wipe the stain from his eyes. He blinked, trying to get it from his eyes, looking back to Delle with his vision blurred.
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Post by Mosshail on Oct 7, 2019 10:21:13 GMT -5
Briarpaw faced camp, shaking and trembling. She felt the twigs from the bush rub against her, and she couldn't do anything but whimper. The smell of blood was all around her, and she shook at the blood that covered her pads.
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Post by vocebulery on Oct 8, 2019 9:32:58 GMT -5
Iβm so bad at battles, my rping has gotten rusty. // Megβs stomach turned, before the fighting began, she saw the flash of anger in Rowanheartβs eyes. For a moment, everything was completely still. The realization of it all came to her, the urge to leave this group and be on her own was fighting its way back into her. The feeling that started since Grackle and Gremlin nearly killed those two young cats and blinding another. She looked around at the battle that was already a blood bath. She stepped back as she saw Grackle pounced onto a warrior and enjoy every slash he gave to them. Then she looked over that the her leader and the clanβs, her ears flattened. She understood the need for survival but at this point, it just felt like a mess. A mess she didnβt want to be apart of. Her attention was brought back when Foxstep charged at her. Meg pounced back to Foxstepβs surprise. The calico gave her bloodied leader a glance before she turned and ran off from the battle. The image of a betrayed Rowanheart lingered in her head as she ran, telling herself she doesnβt need anyone but herself to survive. Blackscaleβs training with Duskwhisker had paid off as he was fighting as well as he did when he was blind. He was able to smell out the rogues and the odd odor of the poison. He did as he was told (for once) and remained in protecting the medicine den. He clawed at and slashed any rogues who neared him. Firepaw was in a full panic, this was all too much for her. Her paws felt like jelly as her head started to spin. She jumped back as she almost got in the way of a fight between two cats. Rowanheart looked up from the throng of battle, his rage ebbing into confusion. The sleek pelt of Meg was no longer visible smong the masses. Had she gone? Just as he had a moment to contemplate her whereabouts, a rogue plowed into his flank. The unknown cat was pummeling into him with unsheathed claws. Worry gripped him as purple stains were left streaking his ruddy coat, but no sting came. Not poison?His eyes widened, and a new strength allowed him to overpower the rogue, biting hard into the base of her ear until a blood-curdling yowl split in his own ear. He let go and watched her tabby pelt charge away from him. Meg. An insatiable urge to find her washed over him, and frantically he began to move through the battle in search of her. He seemed to move fluidly through the rage-filled cats. His lack of hostility in the moment must not be attracting any opponents, he guessed. Finally he reached the edge of the clearing, where silence was heard through the trees beyond. With a final glance at his battling clanmates, realizing that he was abandoning them to fight his own personal battle, he tore off into the woods in search of Meg. The trees blurred into a mix of color as he pelted through the undergrowth. He had gone in circles at least three times before he started to call. "Meg!" Into the woods in a feeble effort to catch her.
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Post by vocebulery on Oct 8, 2019 9:47:20 GMT -5
Skystar stumbled backwards, wheezing as he shook on his paws to face Shadow again. In between breaths, he replied, "You can...have it...when all nine...of my lives...have been drained... from my body." His first few steps forward were shaky, but after he got the hang of his paws again, bolted towards Shadow and lashed out both of his front paws, claws outstretched and smashing into her ears. vocebulery Shadow opened her mouth to retort to the tom tauntingly, only to let out a yowl as claws met the soft tissue of her ears. Pain seared through her whole head as she shook violently to rid herself of her attacker. Without thinking, she slammed her head forward onto the ground, jolting SKystar off of her. Now, she stood dazed for a moment above him before quickly swiping a hefty paw at the weakened tom. Without waiting for a retaliation she slunk away a few inches, shaking the ringing from her ears. "That's seeming more viable as we go along!" She cackled maniacally, her eyes flashing wildly and blood from her ears seeping down her face.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2019 22:12:13 GMT -5
Delleβs chest felt heavy as she started to pant with blood dripping from her mouth. Her joints were sore and were begging for rest but she ignored the pain and charged towards the tom.
Grackleβs wars twitched at a rustle in the bushes. His fur rose as he caught the scent of a clan cat as well as blood, someone was going to ambush him... He unsheathed his claws and withdrew into the shadows. He started to follow the scent of the cat blindly, being led with his sense of smell than his sight. To him, Briarpawβs scent was no different than a warriorβs.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2019 22:22:37 GMT -5
(For clarification, did Rowanheart run into Meg or was that in his head? I think itβs the first but I just want to be 100% sure.)
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Post by vocebulery on Oct 14, 2019 22:49:14 GMT -5
(I kind of had him running aimlessly in search of her but it'd be nice if he caught up! @fortunata whatever you want, though!))
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2019 19:57:07 GMT -5
Meg cleaned off the little poison she had from her paws at a river. Her ears twitching at every sound she heard and her claws unsheathing at any movement towards her. What if Shadow saw her run and sent a rogue after her? Her heart was racing as her mind grew frazzled with worries and paranoia. βThis was stupid. This whole thing was stupid. You know this would happen!β She stood up with her tail waving nervously as she pushed back all her thoughts, leaving one, runaway. She knew she was better off alone, she was going to put this behind her and pretend it never happen. βThe city isnβt too far...β Her mind then wondered to a certain warrior...a warrior who made her heart crumple as he gave her a look of betrayal. He saw her poisoned paws, he saw her as nothing but a scrawny rogue. She inhaled and pushed the memories of him away, she needed to go.
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Post by Mosshail on Oct 23, 2019 0:44:42 GMT -5
hi guys ily all,i didnt forget about you ;-; ill reply in the morning ive been dead lol ;-;]
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Post by Mosshail on Oct 23, 2019 23:45:35 GMT -5
Skystar clamped his jaw shut as he got to his paws, going against the pain he felt in his hind legs. He didn't make a sound aside from the slight exhale he released upon getting to his feet. His blue eyes stared at Shadow as he collected himself. Another second passed before he charged at her, darting at one side before changing his direction and attack. He was a lot smaller than this she-cat, but even with a minimal age gap, his size gave him his agility over her. He slid beside her, past her jaws, slicing at her legs with his claws, hitting her lower with ease.
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Post by Mosshail on Oct 23, 2019 23:48:14 GMT -5
Briarpaw had no noticed of Gracke; the smell of poison and blood covered the area, with no differentiation. I hope that my littermates are at least safe... she thought. Imagining either of them, even her brother, covered in blood and cold to the touch as she had seen some other cats as she fled, drove her to tears.
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Post by Mosshail on Oct 23, 2019 23:59:43 GMT -5
I updated ages on the front, I can't believe these cats are so ancient now lol Deerleg is like 72 moons, Daisybug is over 40, and Sweetie is 30 moons lol...crazy]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2019 22:49:38 GMT -5
Omg our kids are getting old so fast. If Blackscale and Cinderlight had kits, they would have been warriors by now! //
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2019 22:53:33 GMT -5
Briarpaw had no noticed of Gracke; the smell of poison and blood covered the area, with no differentiation. I hope that my littermates are at least safe... she thought. Imagining either of them, even her brother, covered in blood and cold to the touch as she had seen some other cats as she fled, drove her to tears. Grackleβs head was twisting in pain as he searched for the cat. Someone saw him, they saw him run away from a fight! Rogue or warrior, he wasnβt going to let them open their mouth about what they saw. Shadow and Gremlin wouldnβt let him hear the end of it, the thoughts of being seen as a coward began to burden his mind. His vision. He stopped when he caught the scent of the cat. Without a second to spare, he pounced with full force, expecting a larger cat. His paws crushed onto the young apprentice, his claws sinking into her.
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Post by vocebulery on Nov 7, 2019 20:13:26 GMT -5
(jesus christ our children are sage now)
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Post by vocebulery on Nov 10, 2019 23:32:50 GMT -5
Skystar clamped his jaw shut as he got to his paws, going against the pain he felt in his hind legs. He didn't make a sound aside from the slight exhale he released upon getting to his feet. His blue eyes stared at Shadow as he collected himself. Another second passed before he charged at her, darting at one side before changing his direction and attack. He was a lot smaller than this she-cat, but even with a minimal age gap, his size gave him his agility over her. He slid beside her, past her jaws, slicing at her legs with his claws, hitting her lower with ease. Shadow winced in pain as Skystar's claws sliced through her forepaws. Without clearly thinking, she reared onto her hind legs, unsheathing her claws as she went to crash onto the smaller tom. Her heavy forepaws landed on top of the tom's shoulders, knocking him to the ground. (bros what do we even do from here lol))
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Post by Mosshail on Nov 11, 2019 11:41:27 GMT -5
Briarpaw gasped as she felt pain sink into her from her back. The ringing--it began again. It slowly crept into her eardrums as she felt the pain consume her. That hot, wet, sticky thing from her paws earlier... she was feeling the same thing again, now. She couldn't bring herself to turn and look; the scent burned. The smell from the stranger that attacked her was now gone, overwhelmed by the smell of her own blood. Then, darkness--her eyes were like her ears.
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Post by vocebulery on Nov 11, 2019 14:34:35 GMT -5
Meg cleaned off the little poison she had from her paws at a river. Her ears twitching at every sound she heard and her claws unsheathing at any movement towards her. What if Shadow saw her run and sent a rogue after her? Her heart was racing as her mind grew frazzled with worries and paranoia. βThis was stupid. This whole thing was stupid. You know this would happen!β She stood up with her tail waving nervously as she pushed back all her thoughts, leaving one, runaway. She knew she was better off alone, she was going to put this behind her and pretend it never happen. βThe city isnβt too far...β Her mind then wondered to a certain warrior...a warrior who made her heart crumple as he gave her a look of betrayal. He saw her poisoned paws, he saw her as nothing but a scrawny rogue. She inhaled and pushed the memories of him away, she needed to go. Rowanheart had long since stopped calling Meg's name. Instead, he frantically ran through the forest, eyes darting wildly at every flinch of movement. It seemed that even the squirrels were on a frenzy, every movement amplified in speed. Suddenly, he found himself at the edge of groveclan territory. His mind whirred as he steadied himself to a slower pace. His heightened emotions all began to crash around him. "I'll never find her." He mewed pitifully, hanging his head. Moments of silence etched out a lifetime before he lifted his head once more. The battle was a distant memory to him. All that mattered was finding her. On his face a grim expression was plastered as he scanned the treeline once more. Suddenly flash of black and orange caught his eye. "Meg!" He yowled before thinking, pouncing after the colors.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2019 20:49:22 GMT -5
Meg jumped at the call of her name, she turned around and unsheathed her claws. She breathed heavily as she stepped back, upon hearing her name again, she realized it was Rowanheart. She took a step forward but then back, and back again. She fought with herself, wanting to run but Rowanheartβs pleas made her frozen in place.
βOh...β Grackle stared blankly at the young cat, heβd pounced onto her back with full force. He wasnβt expecting a cat so fragile and small, he stepped off her as his paws began to get soaked. He turned towards the sound of the ongoing battle then back to the limp cat. A wave of irritation and exhaustion overcame him as he cleaned the blood off his paws. He knew he was a dead cat if Shadow found out. She wouldnβt care if heβs a healer, he broke her rule yet again. He let out a frustrated snarl before he picked up Briarpawβs body and headed towards an overflowing river. He looked at her body before rolling it into the currents. He watched it float gently against the currents, as if Starclan was keeping her from being dragged under.
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Post by Mosshail on Nov 22, 2019 14:48:36 GMT -5
As Skystar was pushed back from the landing of the she-cat on top of him, he yanked his front paws away and kicked out at her hind as the distance increased. His breathing was ragged as he shook blood and fur from his claws, his legs shaky. After his breaths were under control, he glared at Shadow. "Are you still not giving up? Many of your cats are dead, and you aren't far behind. Leave and we'll spare the rest of you."
[Whenever Shadow retreats, Skystar will die slowly over and over from poison :') So up to you lol]
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Post by vocebulery on Nov 26, 2019 22:53:39 GMT -5
Seeing Skystar struggle brought a feeling of victory surging through Shadow, though she didn't get to relish in it long. When the tom spoke she stubbornly tore her gaze from the pained leader and lifted her head. Gazing around the clearing pushed any sense of victory from her thoughts. Sporadically lain all about the clearing were bodies of the rogues that she had lead here. Horror gripped her heart as she saw more cats battling pathetically, ragged cuts shining with blood marking up and down their pelts. With a final glare and hiss at Skystar, "Fine, you win this battle." She lifted her head and let out a blood-curdling yowl. "Rogues, Retreat!" Without waiting for any replies, she leapt over Skystar and vanished into the woods, begging internally that her cats heard her cries.
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Post by Mosshail on Dec 2, 2019 14:09:49 GMT -5
Skystar stood still until he could no longer hear the sound of Shadow's paws tear up the ground as she fled. He slunk to the ground as rogues slowly followed after Shadow, most of them limping or crying out as they tread after her. He looked around at his own cats, several he recognized that lay on the ground, growing cold from death or screaming from pain as blood fell from their wounds. Turning his head, Thunderfoot's mottled pelt lay still, aside from the occasional breeze brushing through his coat. The leader sighed and closed his eyes, his own pain gnawing at him.
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Post by Mosshail on Dec 2, 2019 14:11:34 GMT -5
I'll do some editing and clean up on the front, hopefully later tonight when I get home RIP]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2019 19:54:19 GMT -5
Do you think itβd be okay if we could slow the aging of our cats or at least the kits? Since weβre all busy and only post every once in a while, I notice a lot of kits and apprentices donβt get a lot of time before their suddenly 30 moons during a battle. Idk if that makes sense. Itβs totally okay if you want to leave it how it is. //
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Post by Mosshail on Dec 9, 2019 1:25:48 GMT -5
Hmm... yeah! I could def do that I'll slow aging in general, lets just make it where 1 moon = 1 month ^^ I haven't done an age up for a few weeks so when I update it I'll do that Also, hi guys! I hope you're all doing well with work, school, family, etc. I value all of you so much!]
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