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Post by Sησω on Feb 28, 2017 18:47:53 GMT -5
"I still advise you rest. I suggest you tell Cloverleaf and listen to what she says. With a situation like this, she's more experienced than I am!" Leafwhisker chuckled.
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Post by Dawnrise on Feb 28, 2017 18:50:50 GMT -5
Eaglepaw grunted, "I just keep getting sent back there." He stomped back to the den and once again sat in his nest, making sure not to let Cloverleaf know he'd been gone.
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Post by Sησω on Feb 28, 2017 19:00:21 GMT -5
Leafwhisker watched as the apprentice walked back into the medicine den before thinking back to her walk. Maybe it's not such a good idea, with the fox attack and all, Leafwhisker began to reconsider her idea. She shivered at the thought of being attacked by a fox on her walk.
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Post by Skybeam on Feb 28, 2017 23:18:02 GMT -5
Firepool nodded. Her father's request was reasonable.
Blazepelt also nodded. This felt very solemn and he hated to leave his kin, but he knew his strengths lay in defending the camp.
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Post by Dawnrise on Feb 28, 2017 23:23:52 GMT -5
"Alright Blazepelt, let's get back to camp so we can make sure our walls are reinforced," Ashfall said, glad that there was no struggle.
Night got back her camp and smiled. "A strange group that was, wasn't?" she said, to no one in particular.
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Post by Skybeam on Feb 28, 2017 23:28:54 GMT -5
"Of course," meowed Blazepelt, "Let's get the camp ready just in case."
Fireppol stood beside her father as the other two cats left. "Do you have a plan?" she asked.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 1, 2017 12:25:03 GMT -5
"yes." Flamestar meowed. "We should follow their scent and figure out where they have their camp. Once we do, we can wait until nightfall to eliminate the chances of someone seeing us."
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 1, 2017 14:41:12 GMT -5
"Ok," she meowed, "Should we stick together or do you want me to follow you in the trees."
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 1, 2017 15:17:29 GMT -5
"For now, stay with me." Flamestar ordered. "Once we find their camp, we'll split up and examine them. Their numbers, the layout of their camp, their habitual movements and their organisation."
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Post by Dawnrise on Mar 1, 2017 17:19:29 GMT -5
(Someonemay want to make a rogue or two, but I can rp a couple of nameless fodder cats too.)
Ashfall looked back at Flamestar, and silently prayed to StarClan for their safe return. As he padded into camp, he jumped onto the high rock and addressed FlameClan. "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a Clan meeting," he yowled. "We have returned from our scouting mission and found a group of powerful rogues living on the edge of our territory, I think we should start reinforcing our camp walls, and making sure we're ready in case an attack comes."
Night jumped up onto the giant oak branch she liked to think on, and called out for her rogue "friends." "I want everyone on their toes tonight, I don't trust this new group," she said.
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Post by Sησω on Mar 1, 2017 17:26:43 GMT -5
First a fox, and now rogues? Leafwhisker wondered as she padded over to the highrock where the clan deputy was standing. Sitting beneath the highrock, the she-cat hoped that this trouble could be sorted out shortly.
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 1, 2017 19:05:59 GMT -5
Pepplepaw padded out of the medicine den and listened. She should be helping her clan not stuck in the medicine den sh3 thought.
Blazepelt began work preparing their new camp.
"Ok," meowed Firepool. She was glad she could accompany her father.
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Asexual
Raging Storm
ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ
this rock IS my fist
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ on Mar 1, 2017 19:53:50 GMT -5
Cloverleaf poked her head out of her den in slightly annoyed. "Pebblepaw! I just got your herb mix ready! Could you come into the medicine cat den to eat it?" The medicine cat's tail twitched, she knew that assisting the clan was important but health sometimes trumps that.
Dawnpaw's eyes narrowed slightly, rogues? The apprentice wasn't sure how she felt, outraged that the rogues were challenging them or curious, what if some of them were her kin? It could be a possible, but Dawnpaw was a FlameClan cat now, right?
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 1, 2017 20:14:23 GMT -5
(btw I'm planning on having Flamestar lose a life or two sometime in this conflict.)
Flamestar padded through the trees, picking up the scent of the rogues. He signaled with his tail that he found the trail.
Rainheart dragged a particularly large clump of brambles towards the nursery. From the many other rogues he had met before he joined the clan, a majority of them didn't fight fairly. They'd cheat, kill, maim, whatever it took. He wasn't going to take any chances, especially now that he knew Goldshine was expecting kits.
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Asexual
Raging Storm
ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ
this rock IS my fist
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ on Mar 1, 2017 20:27:51 GMT -5
Lark examined the FlameClan cats with her glowing amber eyes. She was accompanied by a patrol of Night's cats who immediately sprang out from the undergrowth. Their pelts bristled and claws extended. Lark stayed in the coer she was in, the golden she-cat would 'observe' the fight.
(I hope it's OK for me to control some of Night's cats, Swamp.)
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 1, 2017 20:57:53 GMT -5
(how many cats is it?)
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Post by Dawnrise on Mar 1, 2017 21:04:17 GMT -5
( ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ control as many as you want, it's cool. I like the idea of Flamestar losing a life was also thinking that maybe Firepool could get injured or possibly die.) Ashfall smiled, seeing all of the loyal warriors of FlameClan working together. As he jumped down from the high rock, he felt a pain in his legs. I'm getting too old to be jumping up and down from there, he thought, chuckling to himself. I guess I can't leave Flamestar for the elder's den just yet, though.
Eaglepaw perked his ears up at the announcement, "Ugh, the one day I get injured is the day we get attacked by rogues." Goldshine padded out of the nursery. "Rogues? They'd better not try to hurt these kits, I'll really show 'em what FlameClan might is," she snarled. |
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 1, 2017 21:31:37 GMT -5
(That moment when you realised you accidentally said something stupid but no one will know because you edited your response.)
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Asexual
Raging Storm
ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ
this rock IS my fist
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ on Mar 2, 2017 7:44:44 GMT -5
(There's probably 3 cats in the patrol, not counting Lark...and I saw what you did Fire...)
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 2, 2017 9:37:11 GMT -5
Firepool picked up the scent in the direction Flamestar had indicated. Shortly after a small group of cats appeared before them. Firepool debated flicked her tail to indicate the trees around them, if things went south she doubted these cats could follow them through the trees.
(I'm ok with her getting injured if her plan doesn't work, but not dying.)
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 2, 2017 9:39:07 GMT -5
Pepplepaw turned at Cloverleaf's call and padded back into the medicine den. As she ate the herbs she thought to her self. "I doubt I could be much help anyway," she meowed with attitude, "What am I supposed to if the camp gets attacked?"
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 2, 2017 10:56:58 GMT -5
(There's probably 3 cats in the patrol, not counting Lark...and I saw what you did Fire...) Shhhhhhhh! Tell no one!!!) |
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 2, 2017 11:01:28 GMT -5
Flamestar stopped at the arrival of the rogues. He dropped into a defensive crouch, a necessary precaution in the likely event that these cats attacked.
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 2, 2017 12:30:44 GMT -5
Firepool paused with a tree on one side and her father on the other. She stood light on the balls of her paws ready to fight or flee.
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Asexual
Raging Storm
ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ
this rock IS my fist
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ on Mar 2, 2017 19:52:33 GMT -5
Cloverleaf's ear twitched, "That isn't true, you're just as strong as any other cat in the clan!" The blue-gray tabby padded up to Pebblepaw, her eyes earnest. "What would Flamestar and your sibling--no--the whole clan do without you? You're important to us, Pebblepaw, and I am confident I can say that on the account of the whole clan." Cloverleaf went deeper into her den and came back with the same tangy herb from earlier.
The three cats hissed and spat at the intruders, "Get out if you don't want to get hurt." One hissed. Meanwhile, Lark sunk deeper into the undergrowth. She doubted these cats even noticed she was gone.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 2, 2017 20:23:14 GMT -5
Flamestar leaned over to Firepool and whispered, "We can't expect to escape a fight like this unscathed, let alone win." Raising his voice so the patrol could hear him, he said, "We do not seek a fight." His mind grasped for an excuse. "We're simply travelers who have decided to rest here for a while. Our home was destroyed by two-legs and we're just trying to find a suitable home." It wasn't exactly the truth, but it seemed to him that that would hopefully make these rogues somewhat sympathetic.
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Post by Dawnrise on Mar 2, 2017 20:58:39 GMT -5
(Okay, she doesn't need to get injured then but Flamestar should lose a life.)
|| Blood || 23 || Tom || Rogue || Blood is a tortoiseshell tom with dark brown, almost black eyes and messy fur. He is very weak and thin framed. He has big ears with whit tips that help him hear very well. || Blood is very quiet and submissive to others, and he likes to stay on the sidelines of things in camp often. He is deeply afraid of Night, and a little paranoid that she'll murder him one day. Blood is a goodhearted cat, but he rarely ever gets the courage to help others because he spends too much time thinking if what he's doing is right. || Night wanted to kill him at first, but decided against it because of a bought of sickness that decimated her camp's numbers at the time. She still treats him with contempt, however.|| Blood's weak body makes him a weak hitter, and although his agility helps him, he loses energy quickly. He is a great hunter and his strong hearing helps him to find prey often. The main reason he's still kept alive is because he brings in lots of prey. || Swamp Queen ||
(Here's another rogue.)
Ashfall scented for cats, and smelled only FlameClan scent. He sighed in relief and padded over to a wall to check on its stability.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 3, 2017 1:36:08 GMT -5
Brackenclaw padded up to Ashfall. "I have an idea." He meowed. "What if we dig small holes under the bracken, so if the rogues try to sneak into the camp, there'll be traps that could possibly even break their paws?"
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 3, 2017 1:44:01 GMT -5
Firepool waited to see how the roges would react. If a fight broke out their best bet was probably up the tree. She hoped they could talk their way out of this though, if that was at all possible.
Blazepelt was working on strengthening the camp's walls just in case. He wondered how his kin was doing on their patrol.
Pepplepaw looked at Cloverleaf earnestly. She wanted to believe her, but she had been sick for moons amd couldn't even patrol let alone fight.
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Post by Dawnrise on Mar 3, 2017 17:55:43 GMT -5
"That's a good idea, Brackenclaw. Can I put you in charge of that operation?" Ashfall asked. "Blazepelt! Would you like to help us with a project?" he called.
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