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Post by Skybeam on Mar 5, 2017 14:04:28 GMT -5
"Sure," he called. Blazepelt padded over and asked, "What would you like me to do?"
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Post by Dawnrise on Mar 5, 2017 14:12:24 GMT -5
Ashfall nodded, "Brackenclaw had had a good idea to set traps for the rogues, prevent them from moving so we can finish them off easy, and I want you to help him." He turned to Brackenclaw, "I can start digging holes right now, I'm sure you'll be able to find trap supplies in the woods."
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 5, 2017 14:17:38 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan," meowed Blazpelt," Would collecting more brambles be a start?"
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 6, 2017 17:04:23 GMT -5
"Leave that for the other groups." Brackenclaw replied. "They'll do that while reinforcing the camp perimeter. What we'll be doing is digging holes underneath the brambles in hopes that the rogues will trip, fall, or maybe even break something by stepping in an unseen hole. we'll also put a few leaves over them to hide them from view, so if they come, they will not be able to avoid them."
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Post by Dawnrise on Mar 6, 2017 18:18:59 GMT -5
Blood was stalking a huge squirrel, large enough to sate Night long enough so she wouldn't lash out, when he saw a patrol of cats talking to two strange loners. He crept close, and saw Lark squeeze out of the patrol, soundlessly. What's she up to? Night would have her head if she found her slacking off on a duty. Blood stalked up to her, and tapped her on the shoulder with his tail, without her even noticing he was there. "What are you doing?" he whispered.
Ashfall nodded. "We want to make sure they have sharp fall down, that way the rogues will be likelier to break something," he said, padding over to a wall to start digging.
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 6, 2017 18:39:02 GMT -5
"Ok," meowed Blazepelt, nodding as he began to help dig holes.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 9, 2017 23:00:22 GMT -5
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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 10, 2017 9:33:54 GMT -5
(Sorry for my absence! I've been having computer issues recently. *coughIforgotmypasswordcough*)
Lark's fur bristled in surprise at the sudden appearance of the thin tom. She quickly rebuilt her cool demeanor and glared at the tom, "Oh me? I'm just reinforcements. My patrols always is prepared for battle."
A rouge blinked, "Alright, make sure you drop off some prey for Rain before you leave though."
The another rogue turned sharply to the first one, "Mousebrain! These are those Fire-Clan-thingy cats! We're supposed to attack them on sight!"
The first rouge's fur bristled as they looked at the Fire-Clan-thingy cats through narrowed eyes. "You will pay for trying to deceive us!" The patrol leaped into battle.
Cloverleaf gave Pebblepaw one last glance before retreating back into the medicine den. This was something she needed to partly do by herself, but Cloverleaf would always be there if she needed help. The tabby was now going to focus on helping her patient. "Eaglepaw, how are you feeling?"
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Post by Dawnrise on Mar 10, 2017 10:07:03 GMT -5
Blood looked over to the battle in amazement, and exchanged a glance with Lark before saying, "I tel Night about this if you let me run away."
Eaglepaw sighed, "I hate sitting around in here, I want to fight in the battle with everyone else."
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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 10, 2017 12:42:42 GMT -5
Lark's eyes glittered with malice as she nodded to the tortoiseshell. "Granted."
Cloverleaf blinked thoughtfully, "You're helping your clan by healing. You are making great progress, Eaglepaw. You may be able to return to your training in two sunrises!"
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 10, 2017 16:12:21 GMT -5
Flamestar turned to Firepool. "Run! Now!" He told her before turning back to face the attackers. He let out a vicious growl. "You cowards! You all think your so tough, able to push cats around because of sheer numbers. I could beat anyone of you if you weren't fox-hearted enough to attack a cat three on one!"
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 10, 2017 16:22:15 GMT -5
Pepplepaw finished eating the herbs set out for her and sat in the medicine den. She at least wanted to be out of everycat's way while they were preparing for battle.
Firepool jumped up the tree at Flamestar's command. When she reached a higher branch she looked down expecting to see her father right behind her.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 10, 2017 17:30:25 GMT -5
Flamestar didn't follow her. His larger build made him slower and very unstable in trees, but he knew if he could at least buy Firepool some time, she should be able to escape. He was confident that he could beat these rogues one-on-one, because of both their lack of training and they seemed hungry, most of their ribs visible underneath their pelts. Evidence of Rain's abuse, the orange tom assumed.
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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 10, 2017 21:45:16 GMT -5
The rogues leaped into their battle positions. They formed a small circle around the Fire-Clan-Thingy leader while hissing furiously. The rogue that had been quiet the whole time was the first to attack. He slashed out at the ginger tom. The other rogues followed his example.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 10, 2017 23:12:01 GMT -5
Flamestar reared back on his hind legs and tried to bat away his attackers. He managed to land a few blows, but he was only trying to keep himself alive long enough for Firepool to escape. He took a quick look up to see if Firepool was already gone, but the moment he did, he felt claws tear through his pelt. Yowling in fury, Flamestar slammed his body into the smallest of the three cats, sending them sprawling on the ground. He took the chance he had made for himself to get to a more defencive position and ran to an uphill position, where he could fend his adversaries off a bit easier.
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Post by Dawnrise on Mar 11, 2017 12:32:54 GMT -5
Eaglepaw nodded, "I guess you're right, I'm still gonna try to heal as fast as I can to get back out there, fighting for my Clan."
Blood stepped back as the battle broke out, he knew he couldn't help out his rogue "friends", so the best he could do was hide. He found a tree with a low hanging branch, and scurried up before anyone could detect him.
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 11, 2017 19:38:20 GMT -5
Form:
|| Poppymist|| 36 moons || Female || Warrior || She has light caramel colored long fur, piercing pale green eyes, and her paws and tail tip fade to a slightly white color || She is very sassy, funny, and bold, but has respect and compassion for her clan || She was once a kittypet, but escaped to find a new life, and then joined Flameclan || Poppymist is unusually strong and known for her endurance || She once had kits as a kitty-pet, and is fond of queens and kits in general || perfectlypink ||
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 11, 2017 20:16:03 GMT -5
you are added! Feel free to start roleplaying!)
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 11, 2017 20:47:15 GMT -5
"Ok," meowed Blazepelt, nodding as he began to help dig holes. Brackenclaw did the same, digging narrow holes maybe a mouse-length deep. "Maybe take a few thorns from the bracken and put them at the bottom, but don't put clumps in or it'll make the holes too shallow." He told Blazepelt. |
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 11, 2017 21:08:25 GMT -5
Poppymist had heard the tell-tale battle-cry of her leader, Flamestar, while she had been stalking a mouse. She ran through trees, wind rushing through her ears. Her long caramel-colored fur bristled and she leaped into battle, her claws outstretched.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 11, 2017 21:12:31 GMT -5
(have you read all the recent posts, or would you like me to give you a summary of what is currently going on?)
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 11, 2017 21:15:49 GMT -5
(a summary would be nice! I'm a little confused)
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 11, 2017 21:19:48 GMT -5
(so at the moment, Flamestar and Firepool are on a spying mission on a particularly powerful group of rogues whom are trying to take advantage of Flameclan and force them to hunt for them, kind of like the saviors from the walking dead of you watch that. They were spotted and Flamestar had Firepool flee while he bought her time to escape. What we were planning on was Flamestar losing a life. meanwhile back at camp, the rest of the clan is preparing for the rogues by reinforcing the bramble perimeter and the dens.)
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 11, 2017 21:28:24 GMT -5
(oh,ok!)
Poppymist nervously glanced around at her opponents, and yowled, "We need more warriors! Will they get here in time?"
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 11, 2017 21:42:41 GMT -5
"I don't know!" Flamestar replied. "Firepool needs to get back to camp and quick, or we're crowfood!" Flamestar ducked away from a paw and pushed farther backwards. "We won't stand a chance with them head on! use what you can to your advantage. Branches, brambles, anything!"
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Post by Skybeam on Mar 11, 2017 23:02:43 GMT -5
Blazepelt nodded stripping some thorns carefully from the bracken trying not to prick himself. After pricking himself a few times but not luckily drawing blood, he had a sizeable pile to add into the ditches.
Firepool was about to jump down and help Flamestar until she saw Poppymist appear. Only then did she feel comfortable enough that they would be ok while she got help. She quickly began sprinting through the trees until she reached camp glad she was one of the quickest cats in the clan. "Flamestar needs help!" she called.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 11, 2017 23:42:47 GMT -5
Brackenclaw hurried out from under the brambles when he heard Firepool. "What happened?" He asked worriedly.
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 12, 2017 7:41:19 GMT -5
Poppymist began to plan ideas in her mind as she took large swipes at the rogues. Large prickly thorn bushes and brambles surrounded her, and she thought to herself, "Maybe I could drive them into the thorns!"
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Mar 12, 2017 14:41:04 GMT -5
Flamestar flinched as he felt claws sharp as thorns dig into his shoulders. He aimed a blow at the side of the cat's head, but it was slow and the rogue easily dodged it. This won't go on much longer. Flamestar thought. I'm already getting weaker from exhaustion, and if they keep landing blows like that, I'll grow even weaker from bloodloss.
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 12, 2017 15:19:05 GMT -5
"Firepool better be at camp!", she yowled, kicking at her enemies with her strong hind legs. She looked over at Flamestar with her pale green eyes, and grew concerned as she realized her leader was weakening. "What if we lose!?", she thought to herself, fear becoming her greatest motivator.
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