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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2019 20:58:11 GMT -5
It was raining fairly hard, but that didn't stop the group of cats trekking through the woods. "Hurry up, let's go." A dappled gray tom meowed from the head, pausing to glance over his shoulder with urgency. Terror shone in his amber eyes, ears flattened against the back of his head. "Carry the kits!" Graystar's called as loud as he could, but his voice was lost in the wind. He nudged forward an elder who's steps were slowing down, urging him to keep his speed. If only Palestar was still alive, she was such a better leader than he was. She'd know what to do. Green eyes closing for a moment, he sent a prayer to StarClan to guide them and keep them safe. He bounded forward again, knowing they had to leave as quickly as they could. Before the wolves found them. He internally shamed himself for being a bad leader, thinking that maybe he should have moved the clan after the first few sightings. For the past couple moons, patrols have reported seeing the large, dog-like creatures. Although they were only on the edges of the territory, so Graystar thought they were safe in the forest. But then, on this rainy night, the pack of wolves invaded and attacked them inside their own camp - as if they planned the whole ambush. The large tom's claws flexed into the earth, anger boiling within as he remembered the cries and screams of his clanmates when the wolves first appeared. He shivered in fear as he heard a howl in the distance.
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Oct 7, 2019 20:59:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2019 20:59:08 GMT -5
ik this is kinda random current plot - wolves just attacked and the fictional clan is fleeing their territory, as the pack is taking over the forest and making it their new home.
leader - Graystar
deputy - Junipersong
med. cat - Rockmole
med. apprentice -
warriors -
apprentices - Jaggedpaw
queens & kits - Brackenberry (pregnant) Quailkit
elders - Whitefoot
StarClan - Foxstep (brackenberry's mate)
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Oct 7, 2019 21:28:39 GMT -5
Post by Protractor on Oct 7, 2019 21:28:39 GMT -5
Rockmole's green eyes widened as he heard the howl and looked around as if a wolf would come from the trees and attack.Listening to his leader the grey and brown tom picked up one of the kits.He was glad it was small because Rockmole himself was about the size of a small apprentice.He tried best he could to make it to Graystar."Where are we going to go?"He mumbled around the scrap of fur in his mouth.
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Oct 7, 2019 21:40:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2019 21:40:37 GMT -5
The kit wailed and flailed around in the jaws, obviously scared and confused. Graystar couldn't blame it - he was scared and confused himself. "Let's cross the thunderpath. Wolves don't like being near two-leg things." Graystar answered Rockmole's question, continuing forward as the rain beat against his pelt. "This way, let's go!" He encouraged his clan onward.
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Oct 7, 2019 21:44:52 GMT -5
Post by Protractor on Oct 7, 2019 21:44:52 GMT -5
Rockmole nodded and continued on following his leader."I wish I'd been able to grab at least a few herbs before leaving."Sighed the medicine cat,hoping that he could find some wherever they stopped.
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Oct 7, 2019 22:02:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2019 22:02:08 GMT -5
"I'm sure they'll still be growing where ever we're going," Graystar meowed to the medicine cat, continuing to urge on the tired clan. Soon the thunderpath was directly ahead of them. Thankfully, monsters didn't seem to like to use this thunderpath late at night. Maybe they were all sleeping. "Okay." He turned to face the clan, shivering but trying to stand tall and look confident in himself. "Cross carefully. Watch out for each other and keep carrying the kits." He directed them, waiting on the side until he was sure everyone could make it across.
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Oct 7, 2019 22:12:36 GMT -5
Post by Protractor on Oct 7, 2019 22:12:36 GMT -5
Rockmole treaded carefully when he came to the smelly two-leg creation.He kept his ears pricked to listen for monsters as he walked across with the kit in his mouth."I think we should find something to shelter in or under."He suggested as he stopped next to his leader,looking to the bedraggled clan.
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Oct 7, 2019 22:18:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2019 22:18:44 GMT -5
Graystar crossed the thunderpath, letting an elder lean against his side the whole way across. Whitefoot's side was bleeding, with cobwebs clumsily patched across it to keep it under control while they fled the camp, but she was definitely getting weaker. "Yes," He agreed with his medicine cat, glancing over the group of wet, fearful cats before him. "Then we can properly check if anyone is hurt... And do a roll call to check who didn't make it out." It pained him to say it, but he knew everyone didn't escape the jaws of those terrifying beasts. "I believe there's a barn near here?" He suggested, flicking his tail to lead the way. After the thunderpath was a stretch of empty land, with an old barn, then a two-leg place located right after it.
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Post by Protractor on Oct 8, 2019 15:02:30 GMT -5
Rockmole nodded."I'll do that once we're all settled."Then the gray and brown tom continued on.
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Oct 8, 2019 16:07:07 GMT -5
Post by Wildbriar on Oct 8, 2019 16:07:07 GMT -5
Junipersong padded heavily through the forest with her Clanmates, her sleekmtortoiseshell-and-white pelt slicked to her sides by the incessant rain. She had been weaving throughout the group of fleeing cats, touching her tail tip comfortingly to a flank here, blinking reassuringly at some cat there, trying to ease everyone’s worries as best as she could. There wasn’t much she could do, however. __Clan had just been chased out of their own home by savage dog-like creatures that had torn into their territory and ripped their camp apart with huge, slavering jaws. How could she comfort her Clan when she herself felt as if her heart had also been ravaged, torn to shreds by the gleaming teeth of those strange creatures?
Junipersong shuddered and pressed closer to the flank of a slender ginger tabby with a white chest and paws, her large belly swinging beneath her paws as she stumbled slowly on. The queen’s normally bright green eyes were dull with grief, and Junipersong could just hear her sister murmuring,
“Foxstep...Foxstep, where are you? My kits and I need you…” Junipersong’s heart welled with grief and she shut her eyes tightly in an effort to shake away of the image of the bloodied russet shape that had been her sister’s mate.
“Brackenberry, you must hold on for your kits,” Junipersong whispered. As she spoke, she noticed the cats around her slow and stumble to a stop, milling in confusion. She realized that Graystar must have stopped. The tortoiseshell deputy glanced back anxiously at her sister, but a queen padded up and took Junipersong’s place and nodded at her to go ahead. The tortoiseshell-and-white deputy nodded gratefully, yet her steps were still slowed with reluctance as she made her way forward. She was the Clan deputy, which meant that she had to take care of her whole Clan, not just her kin. Her sister need her now, however, and she hated to leave her behind.
“Graystar? Is something going on? Why have we stopped?” Junipersong inquired of the fatigued-looking leader.
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Oct 8, 2019 16:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 8, 2019 16:49:09 GMT -5
Quailkit padded through the forest with his clanmates.The forest trees looked over him feeling small.He moved closer to Junipersong and whimpered.Graystar bounded across the ThunderPath leaving dust flying in the air where he was before.Quailkit looked worried,she had never been outside the nursery,much less outside her territory.She readied herself to run as fast as she can and hopefully make it to the other side of this death trap.
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Oct 8, 2019 17:05:42 GMT -5
Post by thehorsiestadult on Oct 8, 2019 17:05:42 GMT -5
What a horrible day to be made an apprentice.
Just this morning he had received his new name and a mentor. Everything was going smoothly. His first patrol wasn't eventful, save from the pungent scent of dog leeching across their border. The storm had only begun as a drizzle as night fell and the clan went to sleep. It wasn't soon after he shut his eyes that he heard thunder break the sky and the caterwauling of other cats as everyone told him to run.
Now Jaggedpaw wormed his way towards the front of the wet group of cats, hoping to find his mentor somewhere in the mix. She was nowhere to be seen, but the smell of fear, the rain, and that StarClan forsaken thunderpath they had crossed wasn't exactly making it easy to look. His soaking, dark gray pelt rubbed against others as he moved through the crowded mass, stopping by his Leader. Graystar looked exhausted. Jaggedpaw looked at him with amber eyes. "Are we safe now?" he mewed, to anyone that was listening.
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Oct 8, 2019 18:27:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2019 18:27:55 GMT -5
At last, the barn sat in front of the group of cats and Graystar came to an abrupt stop. He stared at it for several seconds with wide green eyes, relieved that they had shelter but also struck with the devastating realization that they wouldn't be returning to their camp anytime soon. He turned around to face his clan, feeling a wave of relief when Junipersong made her way through the crowd. At least he had his deputy and knew that he could count on her to help him out. "We're going to stay at the barn." He explained, then raised his voice as he continued to be sure everyone could hear him. "Everyone get inside the barn, we'll stay here at least until morning. Report to me, Junipersong, and Rockmole any cat that is missing or hurt." He instructed, hoping he was leading them efficiently. He'd only been leader for about 4 moons, since Darkstar passed. He touched his tail gently to Jaggedpaw's flank, ushering him inside, then turned to Junipersong, the strong expression that he tried so hard to keep faltering for a moment and replaced with pure fear.
Featherpaw's multi-colored calico fur stuck to her skin, the slender she-cat shivering in the cold rain. She trudged along with her clanmates, noticing Quailkit crossing the thunderpath with difficulty. She hurried to catch up, coming up behind the little kit and dipping her head to give her a lick between the ears. "You're doing great, Quailkit." She purred gently, nuzzling her cheek before she grabbed her carefully by the scruff and carrying her the rest of the way. By the time they reached the barn, her paws were aching and she felt exhausted, dropping the kit by her paws with a sigh of relief. "Come on, let's go inside." She padded into the old barn, looking around warily as if she thought a wolf was hiding inside ready to attack them. Her fur bristled along her spine and her claws unsheathed, digging into the soft ground as she walked.
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Oct 8, 2019 18:34:48 GMT -5
Post by Protractor on Oct 8, 2019 18:34:48 GMT -5
Rockmole's first thoughts immediately flew to Jackdawsong and Rabbitskip,his adopted son and daughter.He turned to Graystar."I'm counting about 6 or 7 missing,counting Jackdawsong and Rabbitskip.I just hope they got out.What'd you count Junipersong?"
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Oct 8, 2019 21:06:51 GMT -5
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 8, 2019 21:06:51 GMT -5
Graystar came up to Quailkit and carried her the rest of the way.”Thank you!”she squealed.Graystar then walked into the barn,looking around cautiously.An unease prickled through Quailkit.If their leader were worried what chance would they have?Quailkit walked over to Brackenberry,and nuzzled her.Quailkit felt her mother’s familiar scent as she rubbed.It brought back memories of her infant hood.She was close to Brackenberry sitting in a bed of moss.Quailkit suckled her milk and the warm taste clouded her senses.Back in reality,Quailkit shuffles her paws.She watched her clanmates look around bravely.’I want to be the best warrior!’she said to herself.Quailkit felt hot breath of her back.Terrified,she turned around to see a wolf staring at her.Its huge jaws snapped at her and somehow she managed to escape the blow.From pure instinct,she clawed at the animals muzzle.The creature backed away for a second,and Quailkit used this opening to run back to her clanmates.
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Oct 9, 2019 12:56:51 GMT -5
Post by thehorsiestadult on Oct 9, 2019 12:56:51 GMT -5
Jaggedpaw cautiously entered the barn. The smells of the thunderpath faded and were replaced with the smell of old hay and mice. At least it's dry in here. He thought to himself. He stood for a moment, wondering what to do while a few of the others lingered in the rain. He decided it best to explore and look for mice. Maybe some food would lift some spirits. Jaggedpaw walked deeper into the barn, attempting to search for prey while waiting for the others.
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Oct 9, 2019 21:31:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2019 21:31:28 GMT -5
(( weasel -- it was actually Fetaherpaw who carried her cx also, I think we should keep the wolves out of the picture at the moment considering they just got away from them - maybe a wolf can come by the barn in the morning and the cats chase it away <3 ))
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2019 22:53:19 GMT -5
(( i thought the same thing at first but rereading i think that it was only a memory - the smell was comforting bc it reminded her of the nursery where she had a nest near brackenberry and then thinks about nuzzling her mothers fur ))
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 9, 2019 22:59:05 GMT -5
(Oops,Lol.Yes I would like if she was her adopted mother,and sorry about the wolves.)
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Oct 10, 2019 12:03:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2019 12:03:19 GMT -5
Graystar walked into the barn, his head low and his paws dragging in a defeated manner. He felt like he failed his clan, since he couldn't get all of them out. He shook his head, knowing that he had to keep going for them, even if all he wanted was to lay down, curl into a ball, and fall asleep. "Alright," He mumbled to himself, glancing around to begin to access the damages. "Rockmole and Junipersong are both accounted for." He sighed, hoping that the presence of the deputy and medicine cat still being around would ease the clan's fears.
Featherpaw trotted into the barn, puffing out her fur to look stronger. She held her head and tail high, a look of determination on her face as she quickly explored the premises to see what was inside the barn. She wondered if there were any other cats who lived there, maybe they would be invading a loner's home. But there was nowhere else for them to go at the moment, so the loner would just have to deal. She spotted Jaggedpaw also exploring the barn and hurried to catch up to him. "Jaggedpaw," She greeted, remembering he only just finished his first day as an apprentice. That meant Featherpaw was 2 moons ahead of him.
Whitefoot slumped down, lying on the barn floor with a heavy sigh. She barely had enough energy to shake the water from her pelt, her breath coming out in raggedy gasps and her eyes fluttering. She looked at her side, where blood had begun to leak through the cobwebs patched over her pale fur. "Rockmole!" The old she-cat called out, looking around for the medicine cat. "I think I need new cobwebs. And do you have any poppy seed?" She meowed, trying to mask the fear in her voice by covering it with irritation.
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Oct 10, 2019 13:15:52 GMT -5
Post by Protractor on Oct 10, 2019 13:15:52 GMT -5
Rockmole sighed as he padded up to the elder.Like all the other cats,except the kits,she was bigger than him.He was glad she was lying down."I'm sorry but I didn't have time to grab any poppy seeds,but I think I can find some cobwebs around here."He then started looking around the barn and fished up some of the sticky material after a few minutes of searching.He then went to peel off the old ones from Whitefoot and placed the new one's on.
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Oct 10, 2019 14:13:09 GMT -5
Post by Wildbriar on Oct 10, 2019 14:13:09 GMT -5
Junipersong dipped her head when Graystar announced that they were going to stay in the barn for the night. Every cat was wet, bedraggled, and exhausted, and the barn would offer shelter and relative safety to her Clan. Rockmole reported his count, a jolt of worry flashing in his eyes. Junipersong stared at him in disbelief?
“Six or seven?” she echoed disbelievingly. “I counted...let’s see, at least ten,” her mind flashed back to the moment when one of the savages tore open Foxstep’s throat, but she quickly pushed the vision away. That means more than half our Clan is diminished, she realized. Rockmole and Graystar entered the barn to assess the Clan, and Junipersong followed them. While the medicine cat branched away from them to attend to Whitefoot, Junipersong padded up to Graystar’s shoulder and rested her tail-tip lightly on his shoulder.
“More than half the Clan is gone, you know…” she murmured. “But don’t give up, Graystar. You still have these cats depending on you,” she jerked her chin toward the others, then turned back to him, eyes earnest. “Everyone is soft and open and afraid right now, Graystar. They desperately need someone to look up to. And right now they are looking up at you. Stay strong and show them you aren’t afraid. Our Clanmates will become fortified with your strength and together we will rebuild our Clan!”
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Oct 10, 2019 14:28:00 GMT -5
Post by Wildbriar on Oct 10, 2019 14:28:00 GMT -5
Brackenberry stumbled inside the barn with the others and sank to the ground, her legs buckling beneath her. Exhaustion tugged at her limbs and her swollen belly was aching, but her sense of tiredness was not her dominating emotion. Where was Foxstep? Her mate had been with her in the nursery before the creatures attacked. He had left to help the Clan fend them off and she hadn’t spotted his russet-striped pelt among the others. Brackenberry desperately hoped that Foxstep was alive, that he had been separated from the rest of the Clan, and that he was looking for them now, looking for her. Quailkit scampered up to her then and snuggled into her fur. She brought her face close to the kit, inhaling her sweet scent and lapping her fur soothingly with her tongue.
“It’s all right,” she breathed. “You’re safe now.” Quailkit had been the only surviving kit of a litter of four that Brackenberry’s friend Pebbletail had birthed before joining StarClan. The ginger tabby had vowed to her dying friend that she would be as a mother to Pebbletail’s kits, and she intended to keep her promise even though her belly was so large now that Quailkit barely had room to breathe in the nest they shared.
A spasm of pain rippled through the queen then, so sudden that she could do nothing but gasp in pain. “Rockmole!” she yowled, nudging Qualikit away from her to stare down at herself in dismay. The kits weren’t due for another quarter moon! Surely they couldn’t be coming now!
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Oct 10, 2019 17:08:40 GMT -5
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 10, 2019 17:08:40 GMT -5
Quailkit backed away suddenly as Brackenberry let out a yowl of pain.She was at first scared but then realized that it was her stomach that was moving.Quailkit looked at her and asked,”What is that?Why is your belly moving.”Quailkit knew barely anything about everything.Although,she had heard that Brackenberry was pregnant.Quailkit jumped up and squealed,she would have someone to play with!
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Oct 10, 2019 18:10:40 GMT -5
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Post by thehorsiestadult on Oct 10, 2019 18:10:40 GMT -5
((weh mobile writing is hard, screen so small))
Jaggedpaw jumped as he heard his name, quickly whipping around to see who was talking. "Oh, Featherpaw." he sighed. He didn't have much energy left to provide any other reaction. "You lived. Thank StarClan. Hey, I'm trying to look for mice to help boost spirits. Wanna help?" He asked. "I'm not too good at hunting yet, but you've been an apprentice for longer. Maybe you can teach me? I don't think my mentor will be able to…"
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