Post by WhispersintheMist on Aug 10, 2018 16:06:26 GMT -5
Title says all. I'm always creating plots on the fly, with warriors, rogues, kittypets, and the like, but feel free to share any ideas if you have some. I'm pretty active, usually on five days a week, and am an advanced rper willing to rp with all levels. Click on the spoiler below for a writing sample, which is pretty accurate in portraying my post length, give or take a few paragraphs. I can rp by pm or thread, whatever you want. Tag me on this thread or pm me for a faster response, and thanks!
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 his 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 branches 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!
Leopardpaw 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 the sharp scenting skills which he had inherited from his mother 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, maybe a little rabbit, and 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 alone.
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 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!”
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!
Leopardpaw 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 the sharp scenting skills which he had inherited from his mother 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, maybe a little rabbit, and 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 alone.
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 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!”