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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 7, 2017 5:06:15 GMT -5
Swift rose up until only his back paws were on the ground, stretching up to his full length so he could properly reach the trap. "Stay calm," he meowed, keeping his voice low. His own heart was racing in fear for his Tribemate, but he wouldn't be any help if he starting panicking. He jumped up onto the trap itself, careful not to claw Squirrel as he did so. The vines were too thick to claw through in one swipe, but he could work at it. He started to chew and scratch with his front legs, loosening the trap at the base. "I'm going to make a hole," he explained, his voice trembling. "You can - uh, you know, just try and jump through? When I've made it," The vines started to break the more he scratched at it. He heaved a sigh of relief. Catching onto his plan, Squirrel helped claws at the vines. As she did, she accidentally clawed her own Tribemate's paw. "Sorry!" she exclaimed.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 7, 2017 5:04:50 GMT -5
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 7, 2017 5:04:00 GMT -5
*looks at mintedstar/fur🦇's post* WHAT CAN I SAY EXCEPT YOU'RE WELCOME, FOR THE SUN, THE TIDES, THE SKY? Would it be weird if I suddenly launched into Tonight We Strike for no apparent reason?
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 1, 2017 3:55:18 GMT -5
Hey! *Skids into the room* what'd I miss? *King Colchir chases behind* Oops... Forgot to say when I'm updating that fic...
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 1, 2017 3:50:40 GMT -5
Thats my profilen pic rmgrd 😂 I know. Owlmoon Well, gather what you can from the first part and wait for the next installment... It'll all pull together in the end... P.S: The next installment will probably be in 1-2 days.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 1, 2017 3:47:40 GMT -5
Yeah. My tag name is Thunderfire...It doesn't count if you haven't at all posted....Owlmoon complains.Tag me properly snaps creepy emoji
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 1, 2017 3:46:34 GMT -5
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"Sure." Dusk replied. She flicked her tail, and trotted over to where she had smelt the bright yellow flower. Sure enough, there was a large clump of tansy growing in the roots of an old oak tree. She approached carefully. She grabbed a few of the flowers by the base of their stem, pulling out the roots as she slowly tore the plant from the ground. This should be more than enough to last a while. Still need to leave some so it can regrow. taking it out by the roots was a smarter idea. Then she could dig a crevice back home to plant it in. It would preserve the life of the flowers, though not long enough for it to sprout seeds.
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Jay plucked some borage from a nearby patch. "Hey, Dusk, I had an idea. Why don't we replant some herbs all together nearer the camp? Then we can keep an eye on them and we won't have to go far to get fresh herbs..."
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on May 1, 2017 3:44:43 GMT -5
Swift could have sworn he jumped ten feet back. What in StarClan was this thing? Whatever it was, it didn't look like Squirrel was getting out any time soon. Probably some twoleg thing, he thought bitterly. Trying to regain his composure - and wake himself up enough to be useful - he crept closer, stretching up on his hind legs to get a better look. "Are you okay?" He asked first, trying to hook a claw into one of the strange vines. "I'm not injured, but if I don't get out soon, a badger or even a twoleg..." Squirrel couldn't bring herself to finish.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 30, 2017 3:47:18 GMT -5
Because it's not him and a stick.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 30, 2017 0:36:57 GMT -5
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 30, 2017 0:34:15 GMT -5
Instalment One: The Chamber.The first time I set foot in that chamber was when I was six moons old. I'll never forget it. The cold marble chilled my paws. It turned my blood to ice. My large, oversized kit paws were beginning to grow numb. Fear was in the very air, surrounding me, choking me, making it hard to breathe. I could hear the guard's claws clicking on the tile as he padded behind me. The throne before me was a monstrosity. It was made of scales of what I now know to be a dragon. Feathers- from the wings of the griffons- adorned the top of the throne. The throne was red- a deep, dark red. I now know that is blood- prey blood, cat blood, dragon blood, griffon blood, unicorn blood and many others. I felt so small, so weak. My brother stood beside the throne, looking somewhat murderous. My sister was a few steps to the side of the throne, her face expressionless. I kept my head low as I passed the portrait- and as I passed my brother. I stood before the throne and turned to face the guards, the cleaners, the servants and the slaves. "All hail King Colchir!" The guard who had been following me in, Clayton, bellowed. "King Colchir!" came the reply. The tone was mixed; some were pleased, others angry, some racked with grief. I turned to face the throne and, swallowing my fear, I climbed onto it and sat down. The crowds began to leave. My brother padded over to me and bared his teeth. "That should have been me." He whisked away, dark brown tabby pelt bushing. I wished I could call after him; beg him to listen. But instead I hung my head, shrinking away from myself and the world. My light orange paws on the dark, dark red throne were all I could see. "Don't listen to Misclin," said a voice I recognised as my sister's. "He doesn't understand." I looked up and managed a weak smile. "Thanks, Riniski," I meowed. She bowed and left me looking out over the chamber. My chamber, part of my kingdom. And I was completely miserable. Installment Two: Bane Of Gods. The ground under my paws felt flat, lifeless and dull. I had killed before, many times before, but this time was different. It was as if a part of my soul had died with her; no, a part of my soul did die with her, that fateful night. I had to do it. There was no choice. Longidi would have slaughtered me. This murder, though; this one, would make me what I am now. It was raining, on that night. My fur was plastered flat against my skin, the water drenching me, yet I felt no cold. I felt only remorse for what I was about to do. There was no choice. My reward was immortality; my punishment was death. I wished for neither, hungered for both. I didn't want her dead, yet I didn't want to die. I didn't want to be immortal, yet I didn't want mortality. I had forced my emotions from my body; severed them in a way only I could do. Then I did it. One simple cut. One simple claw. One bloody corpse. Yet the grief that racked my body was agonising; I had killed her. I felt strength like I had never felt before, power beyond description, as the immortality flew into me, consuming my soul. My grief faded away to nothing, my muscles hardened. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling. When I finally opened my eyes and cast the skyward, I was changed. My amber eyes glowed in the night air. I was no longer a king; I no longer ruled where my pitiful, weak, feeble father had; no. I was a god, an immortal. My claws were as sharp as swords, my teeth like knives, my muscles like stone. I felt no remorse for the ones I killed; I had become a monster. I was no longer King Colchir, the one who had been crowned too young as a small kit, the one who had been scared of his own shadow, the one who had almost died of an asthma attack. I was Colchir, bane of the gods, slayer of enemies, assassin of the weak, the strongest immortal to exist, the one to kill her. Colchir, bane of the gods, slayer of Morgra. Yes, that sounded great. But my story had barely begun. Installment Three: Severing Emotions The only way forward was backwards. I needed to reconnect with my former self. My own sanity was at stake. I glanced at the she-cat- no, my sister, who was standing beside me. That simple connect almost made me collapse. It was if Longidi had stolen my identity. Every thought of my past self made my head hurt, my muscles contract and my legs shake. "Think of Misclin," Riniski ordered. I shook my head. "Misclin is dead," I meowed harshly. "Dead?" Riniski's ears flattened. "Since when?" "Last night," I replied, without fear. "It was another of my jobs." "Your jobs?" The she-cat's fur fluffed up. "Longidi is making you kill?" "Longidi does not make me do anything!" My claws unsheathed in anger. "It is simply my duty." I looked at her and an idea flashed into my mind. "Just as it shall be yours." "What... what are you talking about, Colchir?" Riniski shrank away from me slightly as I approached her. "Oh, nothing," I said, licking a claw. I quickly slashed open her chest. Riniski looked at me in shock. "Why, brother?" "I have done you no harm," I replied, then let out a maddened laugh. "Well, unless you count losing your very mind as harm..." Riniski's pupils dilated then shrunk. Wings sprouted from her back. Bony horns burst from her skull, making her cry out in pain. Her teeth grew longer and sharper; becoming like knives. Her cries quietened, then stopped. She turned to me, grinning. "So, brother," she said, twitching her wing and ear simultaneously. She then bared her teeth. "Who is our first victim?" My smile widened as she unsheathed her claws and raked the ground. She was ready. The first of many, many of my demons.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 30, 2017 0:15:25 GMT -5
*Firehose is fireproof so it does not catch alight. Someone is bandaging Owl's leg*
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 23:52:29 GMT -5
Thank you so much, Thunder (may I call you that?)! Hopefully this summer I'll put more writing out. Oh, I'm glad! (That's fine, everyone does) and if you put out more writing, I need to read it!
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 23:51:16 GMT -5
*Shoots Owl in the leg with an arrow and puts out wildfire with a firehose*
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 23:49:54 GMT -5
Yeah. My tag name is Thunderfire...
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 23:49:04 GMT -5
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"Good idea." She meowed approvingly. Dusk never would've thought of that. She just pulled it out quick, and let the faint mewls of pain die down after a few licks on the scruff. "I think I can smell some tansy over there. We're probably going to have to make a couple trips to get all the things we need. You think you can manage for a bit?"
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"Yeah. Hey, maybe if Squirrel and Swift catch any birds we can use the feathers from those." Jay realised his half-sister and the tom had been out for a while. "They should be back soon enough."
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 23:47:30 GMT -5
Swift turned to face Squirrel just as she did. The sudden proximity was startling - if he had better control over his body at that moment, he might have kept steadier. Instead he flinched backwards, nearly tripping over his own tail. Eyes blown wide, he started stammering. "Uh - yeah - mice! Haha." He couldn't smell a thing. "We should go! Uh, catch them!" Good job, he thought. Nearly trip over your tail, now you start tripping over your words. "Obviosusly, mouse-brain," Squirrel set, letting a note of affection creep into her voice. She took two steps across the forest floor and a startling smell split the air. She took another cautious step and was suddenly hoisted into the air. Panicked, she scrabbled at the thing that was holding her; it looked like vines woven together in some weird way. "Swift!" she yowled in panic.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 4:22:42 GMT -5
I read the new chapter and... wow.
It's weird how many ocs we have that have similar names I mean I have an oc who is called Skypaw but his warrior name is Skyfall I also have a Pinepaw but her name is Pinefur and I have a Snowpaw but his warrior name is Snowblood and... ok I'll shut up now.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 4:17:32 GMT -5
Rує this is great! I really like it! I' love to read more from you. This has made me think of some ideas for all of my fics, especially Nine Lives Too Many.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 4:12:23 GMT -5
Random *curses* FifthRootNull *nods while watching him burn* *summons forum mate* Oh, come ye, Ignis🔥, oh, come ye, Ignis🔥. Googly doobly windly glog glog come ye Ignis🔥.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 4:02:40 GMT -5
Finally out of camp, Swift let himself relax a little bit. Without the eyes of the whole tribe on him, he didn't need to be so tense. "Best get some good hunting done before it rains, then," he said, bounding forwards. Maybe some excercise would wake him up. He sniffed the air carefully, trying to see what he could scent. Just like his other senses, his sense of smell felt muggy. Great, he thought glumly. "I can smell some mice..." Squirrel narrowed her eyes in concentration, then excitement lit up her face and she turned to Swift. "It smells like a nest!" She suddenly realised her face was inches from Swift's and she felt embarrassment wash over her. Oops...
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 29, 2017 3:58:52 GMT -5
*spams*
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 20:46:17 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur🦇 Thx. I might try it but I got a picture working so...
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 20:34:59 GMT -5
Ima spam with memes:
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 20:29:17 GMT -5
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 20:23:04 GMT -5
I'm so mad the picture I want in my siggie is too big wah...
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 20:09:27 GMT -5
Fey that's okay. I'll just have to remove your cats then.
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 20:09:02 GMT -5
Swift kept his head low. Though he managed to keep step with Squirrel, he couldn't hide how tired he felt; the fatigue was making him feel dizzy. Hopefully the other cats wouldn't notice - he'd hardly feel very useful then. "Bad weather on it's way, huh?" He meowed, wincing when his words came out slightly slurred. "Yeah." Squirrel tried to keep the slight pang of worry from her tone. Swift sounds really tired... Is he ok?
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 20:07:54 GMT -5
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Dusk nodded. "Correct. Now, we need to find some of that catmint. We also need some tansy, poppy seeds, cobwebs, and marigold."
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"Ok," nodded Jay. "And we'd better get a couple of feathers..." Jay looked at his mentor. "The kits often need something to distract them when we pull thorns out of their paws."
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Post by EthanTheAnnus on Apr 28, 2017 20:05:49 GMT -5
Oh.*nods head* Also, wrong tag name: Hyenafang
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