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Post by Tilu on Oct 17, 2022 10:08:37 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw
Rabbitpaw stared ahead, annoyed that she had gone from looking for some heather for nests and to make the den less dull, to the same dull things she was avoiding. Green could be a pretty colour- Better than thorns at least. She completely tossed the annoyances away and immediately started thinking about how she could use that for what she was doing before remembering the question Mothleg had just asked. "Heather for the nests." She said, "We weren't going to go far, just to the nearest heather patch, the little heather in camp is all trampled." It wasn't the whole truth but that would be too complicated for her to explain quickly without talking about her strange obsessions with feathers and shells and whatever pretty items she could find while she was on patrols and outings with her mentor. Rabbitpaw was already loosing track of her thoughts.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Nov 7, 2022 5:57:27 GMT -5
a little warning I know I have been spotty recently, but there is a major event planned on November 19th for me. I have been preparing for that. I will do my best to make time to get on and role-play. Just suspect replies will be slow. Between November 15th - November 25th, it is doubtful I can post every day. I want to be safe and let everyone know. If you guys want to start fresh, that is also fine!
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Nov 7, 2022 6:34:30 GMT -5
talonclan territory & midday Snowpaw was still pouting as they walked along, but he couldn't help but feel surprised when he heard the warrior offer to sort out what Snowpaw and Rabbitpaw intended to do before being caught. Rabbitpaw simply answering the question made the upset apprentice feel bad for seeming to snap at Mothleg.
"Well, Mothleg is Rabbitpaw's mentor. It wouldn't be too weird for her to sort out a mess..." the apprentice thought. He wondered what kind of relationship would develop with Cardinalfrost. He liked his mentor, but he didn't feel too close just yet. After all, he was only six moons old.
Wanting to add on, Snowpaw sped up to match Mothleg's pace. "We need pretty and soft heather. It's the best for the camp." coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 7, 2022 8:40:34 GMT -5
Mothleg »
So they had snuck out for heather. Interesting. Mothleg wondered why the two thought they had to sneak out to gather nesting material, but she realized she had questioned the two enough for now. She would simply allow herself to assume that the pair thought they wouldn’t find a warrior willing to lead two apprentices on a hunt for heather. There were more important matters than nesting materials at the moment, but even if that could be pushed to the side it was still important. Healthy warriors started with good shelter to keep them from the elements.
Heather also wasn’t necessarily needed for dens and nests. It was mostly a cosmetic choice, the soft purple hues of the plant offering diversity within the typical sea of green and green-brown that bracken carried with it. It had a nice aroma as well, one that not even Mothleg could be mad about. ”We’ll collect heather too, then,” the ticked tabby decided with a nod. ”I believe there’s a patch or two near where we’re headed anyway.” Her ears twisted in the direction of Snowpaw as he added on to what Rabbitpaw had said. The warrior gave the young tom a nod. ”Correction,” she started with a quick glance toward Snowpaw, ”we’ll collect pretty and soft heather as well. The dens could do with some added color to them.” Again she wondered why the two had wanted to sneak out for such a task, but again she kept the question to herself. Mothleg had asked them enough questions already, and by now they knew they had done something wrong. There was no reason for her to rub that in even more; the embarrassment they probably felt was already enough as it was, and for a successful patrol all cats involved needed as clear a head as possible.
[ no rush, rain! life always comes before role-play. hope everything goes well for ya! :> ]
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Post by Tilu on Nov 9, 2022 2:32:25 GMT -5
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Rabbitpaw smiled at Mothleg and nodded agreeing with what she said. I knew this would work, sort of. She looked at Snowpaw and then Mothleg again and asked, "Where are we going then?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 9, 2022 11:38:23 GMT -5
Mothleg »
A tension she had not been aware of loosened in her shoulders when it became apparent that Rabbitpaw was somewhat more accepting of Mothleg’s presence. The senior warrior had always known that being a mentor was not the same as being a friend, but for as stoic and harsh she could be, the spotted tabby did, deep down, enjoy carrying a positive relationship with her trainees. She felt better about herself if she could be a positive influence on Rabbitpaw, and that even after the white and brown molly graduated to worry she could still come to Mothleg whenever she had a question.
The warrior motioned with her tail for the patrol to take a turn once passing a rather sharp pointed boulder. Mothleg narrowed her eyes as a strong gust of wind whipped by, and her unfortunate thin pelt fluffed out to keep in the warmth of her body. For a fullblooded TalonClan warrior her pelt was thin and closely held to her body. It made keeping heat in a hassle, but Mothleg never let that stop her from doing what she needed to for her Clan. ”I was thinking we could try Rabbit Burrow Hedge,” she called over the wind to the rest of the patrol, mainly Rabbitpaw as she had been the one to ask. Before continuing on she remained where she stood, looking for any signs of hesitation or words of disagreement from the others. Mothleg didn’t mind where the patrol headed so long as they stayed away from the prairie and if one cat had any revulsion toward the hedge then they could still easily alter their course from here.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Nov 10, 2022 3:22:24 GMT -5
talonclan territory & midday Snowpaw's resentment quickly disappeared as Mothleg corrected her statement. He promptly met Rabbitpaw's gaze before the apprentice asked her question. The wind turned sharp, nearly knocking the small apprentice back and chilling him to the bone. He barely heard Mothleg's response but continued following the rest of the patrol. His right ear began to ache after the wind buffeted him. His other ear was cold and numb. Despite the chill he experienced, the apprentice didn't complain. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf (I hope you don't mind if we pause Carrotleap and Barkdapple until Sand comes back. Would that be alright?)
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Post by Sand on Dec 12, 2022 15:14:52 GMT -5
Mistleshade accompanied by Lupinesnap | Raging RapidsMistleshade let out a screech as she saw a bundle of fur almost skidding into her. Whoever or whatever had nearly ran into her was just as loud as she was. She closed her pale blue eyes as the dust of the camp's floor surrounded them. The dark-furred she-cat shook out her pelt before staring at Lupinesnap, completely dumbfounded. A dog? I look like a dog? she wondered incredulously. She didn't dare bring her question up now as the lilac tabby was rambling off.
It's alright, Lupinesnap," the warrior mewed, dipping her head apologetically. "I didn't realize you were out here alone."
The Siamese cat's gaze surveyed their surroundings, wondering what was so important about the moor violets to her clanmate. A decoration for his nest, maybe? Shrugging off the thought, her eyes widened at the mention of patrols. It had completely slipped her mind!
"I... kind of forgot about patrols today," Mistleshade admitted in a low voice. She shifted her dark paws nervously. "When I left camp, not many cats were up. Most of the clan was still asleep. I don't think they would be up to much by now, right?" [ pixel credit: rainleaf | tags: ᴄᴏɴɪ﹣ғᴇʀᴏᴜs ]
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Post by ᴄᴏɴɪ﹣ғᴇʀᴏᴜs on Dec 17, 2022 8:16:48 GMT -5
L u p i n e s n a pWith Mistleshade || Raging Rapids || Tag Sand »»————- ★ ————-«« Lupinesnap's fur fluffed up in apprehension. "Maybe," he said carefully. Hopefully Sparrowstar wasn't up, and neither was Roostertail - although technically his old mentor wouldn't care so much about this as he was right now. Although in theory, some other cats could take note of the absence and that wasn't a good thing - an excuse at paw was needed. "At the very least, if we said we were hunting for some prey, it might make it look inconspicuous?" It sounded a lot better than I was hunting for violets and a drink of water sounded as an excuse. But they didn't have any prey...
Abruptly a thought occurred to him. "Oh - or we could just say we were out making sure there weren't any dogs on the territory," he suggested. "Scouting out beforehand and all that."
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Post by cloverfur on Jan 9, 2023 11:57:50 GMT -5
Can I join
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jan 15, 2023 11:19:00 GMT -5
(Hello, all the information you will need for joining is here.)
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jan 15, 2023 11:21:17 GMT -5
(Would we all like to refresh? This way, we can move forward to new scenes.)
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jan 16, 2023 19:11:04 GMT -5
»»————- ★ ————-«« Leafblossom Coldwind Peak With-Anyone that wants to rp.
Sitting in the clearing of the camp, Leafblossom ruffled her long fur against a cold breeze that brushed her skin. A shiver ran down her spine as she opened her maw in a long yawn, revealing sharp white teeth. She'd taken a night watch, which had been soothing to her soul. The quiet had been peaceful and welcoming after a busy day. The young warrior had only taken a few hours of rest, before climbing her way out of her nest and joining her clan for their daily routine. She had been a warrior for some time, but was still considered a young one. She spent many of her days pushing herself to be the best warrior and help wherever she could. Some days she pushed herself a little harder than she should. Exhaustion and sometimes dehydration had led her to nest rest more than once from her lack of care for herself. She'd been scolded many times by her medicine cat and even leader about the importance of keeping her strength up for the clans well-being. Yet, somehow she couldn't help but continue to push her limits.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 10, 2023 18:21:49 GMT -5
assuming these three are still on the patrol - Mothleg »
With every pawstep the wind grew sharper. Strong wind was common in TalonClan territory, especially where forest turned to flat, open moorland. These hostile gusts were what Mothleg had grown up with, yet even this was rough. She paused in her steps, briefly looking over at the two apprentices who followed just behind her. Rabbitpaw appeared to be doing fine despite the wind, yet as her eyes trailed over to Snowpaw a subtle shift in her expression spoke of concern. The young tom looked to be struggling, yet he wore a determined face and carried the soul of a warrior. Mothleg was unable to stop the proud smile that pulled her lips upward. Snowpaw was young, and despite his muddied blood he would make TalonClan proud one day.
The smile didn’t last long as a sudden shift in the wind brought with it a scent that stung Mothleg’s nose. The molly turned, ears perked. Even from here she could tell that the scent was strong, fresh, and close. The fur on her pelt prickled, mini pine cones upon her body. She prayed to StarClan that her imagination was just running wild, playing a horrendous trick on her, but there was no mistaking just how real the scent was.
It was the acrid, pungent scent of dog.
TalonClan had been having trouble with canines for some time now, but the creatures had been sticking to the moorland. It was true that they were edging closer and closer to camp, but surely they wouldn’t stick their noses in any closer once they realized that they had to go through the rocky mountain terrain just to get there. But from this scent alone Mothleg could tell that they were closer than ever before, and if not stopped, this could be the day where they found the camp.
Cold terror gripped the brown ticked tabby, but for as strong as the terror was, her dedication to the Clan was even more. Sharply she turned around to face the two apprentices with her. ”Rabbitpaw, Snowpaw, we need to get back to camp now.” Mothleg left no room for the two to debate her on this. ”Can you scent the dog stench on the air? It’s closer to camp than it’s ever been. If we leave now then we can make it back to camp in time to tell the others.” She didn’t mention how there was a possibility that the dogs could be faster; they had longer limbs than a cat did, but the TalonClan patrol knew the territory much better. They could traverse the land quicker than any other animal outside their borders.
With a lash of her tail, a silent signal to Rabbitpaw and Snowpaw to follow, Mothleg began the sprint back to camp. She took every shortcut that she could, all the while checking from time to time to make sure the apprentices were keeping up - she didn’t want to leave either behind but she also had no time to wait for the pair. As camp drew closer she caught a whiff of dog again, heavier in the air than when she had first detected it. Was it already too late? She couldn’t hear any distressed caterwauls coming from camp, but she was sure she could hear the blood chilling barking of the dogs.
There still wasn’t any signs of the camp under attack as the entrance came into view. This pushed her onward, a brown blur as she raced into camp. Once inside she skidded to a halt, claws unsheathing against the ground to help her get a grip on the ground. Stopped in the middle of the camp, Mothleg raised her head and tail high, yowling for the attention of any and every Clanmate that was still within camp. ”Cats of TalonClan!” Mothleg desperately called out. She was a disheveled mess after her run through the territory, fur awry and chest heaving, yet she stood firmly where she was, fear pulsing through her all the while wearing a mask of conviction. ”The dogs have found the camp!”
As if she had summoned them with her very own words, the camp fell silent with her words only to come alive with the horrible bays of canine barks, a cacophony of terror for all of TalonClan to hear.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Apr 11, 2023 11:24:08 GMT -5
accompanied by: multiple cats Snowpaw's eyes widened in horror at Mothleg's words and had no time to process them. Scrambling to turn around, the smaller tom propelled himself forward. He gritted his teeth as he chased after the warrior, the wind buffeting his pelt and stinging his eyes. His muscles weren't used to the sudden, harsh dash across the territory. They ached, and his fear drove him to fight against them. He leaped into the clearing after Mothleg, landing awkwardly but quickly shaking his fur free of debris. The foul stench from earlier only grew stronger. His heart pounded against his chest, almost louder than the sound of barking dogs. He glanced over at Mothleg, grateful that she could lead them back. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf Houndtooth burst from the warriors' den with a yawn but wide eyes. He joined Mothleg's side, giving her an acknowledging nod. "Protect the elders and nursery, prepare yourselves, and fight together!" he yowled. His ears were slid back, and his amber eyes were filled with rage and determination. "If I hadn't been asleep from those seeds, I wouldn't have lagged behind. TalonClan will be grateful to you, Mothleg." the tom thought. He felt sore and groggy, but now was no time for weakness. The dogs would be upon them at any moment. The old pains that ailed him could wait. "Sparrowstar still hasn't returned." he determined, seeing no sight of their leader. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
(Unfortunately, Magpie is no longer part of the role-play.)
(For the moment, Houndtooth is deputy.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 11, 2023 16:15:49 GMT -5
Mothleg »
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Mothleg checked one last time behind her to make sure Snowpaw had made it to camp behind her. Upon seeing the young tom’s orange and white pelt relief welled in her chest only for it to be replaced by the heart throbbing rush of panic. The molly dared not show it, determined to come off as strong and brave as any warrior would. This determination was the look she gave Houndtooth, the Clan deputy, as he rallied the Clan together to face this oncoming threat.
The barking of dogs grew ever closer. Mothleg flattened her ears, claws unsheathing as she prepared herself for what was to come. Dogs were a dangerous adversary. Mothleg didn’t allow herself to think of how some of her Clanmates may not make it out of this attack with their lives. As a warrior it was her duty to make sure that didn’t happen, and if she were chose to lay down her life in the service of her Clan so that the rest of her Clanmates could survive then so be it. She had vowed to sacrifice herself in the name of TalonClan all those seasons ago when Firstar had named her a warrior under the eyes of StarClan. Dying a warrior’s death did not frighten her.
Heeding Houndtooth’s words, Mothleg rushed toward the elders’ den and the nursery. The two dens were close enough to one another that Mothleg was able to station herself in-between the two, eyes sharp and watching for signs that the dogs had made it into the camp. She took notice of other warriors getting into position, some confused and scared while others steeled themselves for what was to come. Among the crowd Mothleg could just make out the lithe form of her sister Mallowsnap; the chocolate tabby looked twice her size with fur bristling. While the two didn’t always get along - they were polar opposites as it was - Mothleg sent a silent prayer to StarClan to keep her sister safe. She prayed to the ancestors to keep all of TalonClan safe in this oncoming canine catastrophe.
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Post by lunapaw🐾 on Apr 12, 2023 12:39:32 GMT -5
Whitegorge The tom had prepared for this all of his life, though now he felt more threatened and unsure of himself than ever. He stood near Mothleg, looking to her anxiously. He could hear the dogs coming closer, and fear began to overwhelm him. He stood strong and unsheathed his claws, preparing himself for the fight. Whitegorge took in Houndtooth's words, and followed Mothleg quickly.
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Post by Sand on Apr 16, 2023 10:50:49 GMT -5
BuzzardflightTalonClan camp — accompanied by: Houndtooth, Mothleg, Whitegorge, Snowpaw & others Buzzardflight had just rose out of his nest and hurried into the clearing when he heard Mothleg calling out. The scent of the dogs was filling his nostrils, leaving the tom to scowl in disgust. Where is our leader when we need him most? he wondered, scanning the camp for Sparrowstar. Only the clan deputy, Houndtooth, was present. At least Houndtooth and Mothleg together would be able to direct their clanmates around and prepare for an unexpected attack. Hearing Houndtooth's yowl, the brown tabby made his way to place himself near Houndtooth. The deputy seemed to be tired, although so was he. Nonetheless, he decided he would take up a spot near him and protect the surrounding den. With his claws unsheathed, the putrid smell of the dogs was sucking up the air in the camp. It was vile. He briefly thought of where Windingsky was before deciding he needed to focus all of his attention on the fight. He'd find her later once this catastrophe was finished. A large part of the tom knew this was far from over, even in the aftermath. He was prepared to give his all and save his clanmates no matter what. ( tags: ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 )- - - WebpawTalonClan camp — accompanied by: Mothleg Webpaw had been in the elder's den, removing the old moss when they heard Mothleg's call and quickly ran out of the den. They hurried to the clearing to see what was going on. Dogs? Where's Houndtooth? they thought before holding back a gag at the dogs' stench. They were able to see Houndtooth, who looked out of sorts, yowling for cats to protect the elders' den and nursery. The silver spotted tabby couldn't keep their thoughts together as havoc poured out across camp. Their clanmates were taking their spots, prepared to fight for everyone's lives. I should do the same. I know Houndtooth would want me to, they thought, determined to show they could handle a dog attack. Despite that, Webpaw's fur was bristling and almost vibrating with the baying of the dogs. They felt fearful, but didn't want to display it. The apprentice sped over to Mothleg, who was between the elder's den and nursery. Webpaw decided to place themself by the elder's den since it wasn't completely guarded yet. "Mothleg! I'll guard the elder's den!" they called out, looking towards the warrior. They realized they hadn't seen Snowpaw yet or maybe they had. Webpaw wasn't sure. Concern washed over the young cat's face, wondering if the small ginger and white tom was okay. "Did Snowpaw make it back with you?" ( tags: Feathertalon )- - - SparrowstarElmClan border — accompanied by: no one, taking care of "things" While a fiasco was taking place in his own camp, Sparrowstar had left before the dogs were even scented. He had something important to take care of and he knew Houndtooth among other warriors, could handle anything. It wouldn't take him long to finish his business with the fox scent he had discovered at the ElmClan border.
A leader that had true intentions and meaning would warn Wolfstar of the fox scent that was living on his land. The brown and white tabby refused to do so, considering he had no relationship with the ElmClan leader. He didn't want one either, knowing that Wolfstar was impulsive, old, and foolish. The grey tom could destroy his clan without Sparrowstar's help. However, he had been at work with the fox scent for nearly a moon or two now and he wasn't going to give up. He refused to let this plan fall through and be discovered.
Once he had reached the border, it was clear that the fox stench was prominent. Its scent was putrid and the leader barely opened his maw before closing it shut. He wondered if the cats of ElmClan had picked up on it. If they had, he would have to find that out for himself sooner than later. It was a personal priority-- no, TalonClan's priority. He began marking over the scent, covering it up to deter the ElmClan patrols from detecting it. All they would smell is TalonClan, staying on their side of the border and marking like usual.
He hoped to get back to camp in a few before his clanmates noticed he was gone. He knew he was taking a risk to be out longer than usual at this time, but the fox scent needed to be taken care of. Hopefully things in camp were going smoothly.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 16, 2023 11:34:31 GMT -5
Mothleg »
Mothleg dipped her head in silent thanks toward Whitegorge as the white tom sprinted forward to take position nearby. His presence was more than welcomed - they would need every warrior to help defend those that could no longer fight for themselves, or had yet to learn the ways of battle. It was the duty of the Clan to protect these cats, to defend them with their life. The elders carried traditions that needed to be passed on while the kits would be the ones to continue those ceremonies passed down from generation to generation. Their survival was necessary for the survival of TalonClan.
A silver shape sped toward her and Whitegorge. Mothleg gathered herself, ready to defend the nearby dens with her life if a dog was already racing toward them. But before she could raise a claw the molly realized that this shape was much too small for a dog - or at least, much too small to be any dog that could pose a threat. A familiar scent washed over her, followed by a voice that she knew. This wasn't a dog, or a threat of any kind. Instead, it was merely Webpaw, the young tabby surely full of fear but carefully hiding any sort of terror. "Use your claws and fangs fiercely, Webpaw," the warrior called out in acceptance of Webpaw's arrival. The silver tabby was still an apprentice, but they were a senior apprentice, nearing the end of their training. If all went well, Mothleg thought to herself, perhaps this battle with the dogs would give way to a new warrior among their ranks.
A question from Webpaw brought Mothleg back to the surface, her thoughts long gone now. She nodded. "He's back in camp. Where he is now, though, I cannot say." Snowpaw had managed to follow the long-legged warrior back, though Mothleg had no idea where the ginger and white apprentice had ended up now that the camp was in a chaotic disarray. Keep him safe, StarClan, she prayed silently. He was young, one of the Clan's newest apprentices. His skills were not honed, but he still possessed claws and fangs. He may be half Clan, but TalonClan would need what strength he could offer.
The sharp barks of dogs grew closer. It wouldn't be long now before they made it to the camp and broke through the barrier with their lumbering, large bodies. Mothleg flattened her ears. There were three cats now stationed between the elders' den and the nursery, but what about the medicine cat den? Had Houndtooth called for a cat to guard Barkdapple's residence? As if fate was also wondering the same, Mothleg caught sight of a ginger warrior looking wildly around the camp. "Roostertail! Check Barkdapple's den. We'll need a cat to protect her herbs if no other cat is already there," she sharply ordered the warrior, who, looking relieved to have something specific to do, bounded off toward the medicine cat den. Mothleg didn't believe that any dog would be smart enough to know that destroying a Clan's herbs would ultimately weaken them even further than a direct attack would, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. Even if a dog didn't intentionally go after the herbs, one getting into Barkdapple's den and trampling her supplies with their clumsy paws would be just as damning for the Clan as a strategic attack.
As soon as Roostertail was no longer in Mothleg's direct line of sight, the camp's entrance shuddered forcefully. The barking was now heavy inside the camp as the first dog broke its way inside. It was larger than any cat with sleek, thick black and white fur. Mothleg lowered herself, ready to pounce. This was only the first, and Mothleg had no idea how many had followed behind the beast, but she knew that she was ready to give her life to protect her Clan.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Apr 16, 2023 11:49:58 GMT -5
(feather is on it today while im just twiddling my thumbs, writing responses now)
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Apr 16, 2023 12:24:39 GMT -5
Windingsky - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Windingsky's eyes were wide as the first dog ran through. The surprise and shock made her hiss, and her long pelt fluffed up. A smaller dog than the first pushed through the entrance, ripping it open more. The beast was running right toward her, but she felt exhilaration instead of fear. Giving a yowl, the she-cat ferociously swiped at the mutt's muzzle. The dog yelped but quickly pushed through the swiping paws and shoved her to the side.
She breathed, realizing that the dog was not yet done with her. With a barking snarl, the dog's hot breath brushed her face, and Windingsky winced at the stench. The dog lunged forward, with the black she-cat scrambling to get away. Her tail brushed against the dog's face, and she felt a tug where the dog clamped down on her fur. It barely missed the bone, but the jolt was enough to make her yowl at the creature. She tried to kick the dog away, but its hold on her kept her from striking back.
Houndtooth - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Houndtooth crouched low before leaping at another dog, a lean, gray one. He landed sloppily on the back of the dog, realizing too late that the pelt was slick and coarse. "Porcupine-looking dung!" he exclaimed before digging his claws into the dog. With a yowl, it began bucking, and Houndtooth had to hold on. Unfortunately, he lost his grip and was flung into the camp floor, dust swirling.
The deputy felt stunned momentarily, shaking his head before the same dog grabbed his leg. Pain shot through, and Houndtooth could only feel anger. "How dare these vile things come into my camp!" he thought, landing a hard swipe on the dog's eye. He hissed and felt his leg released as the dog screamed in agony. "Oh, I'm not done with you, yet! Buzzardflight, let's get 'em!" the black tom called before trying to land more blows.
(I can have Snowpaw and Windingsky pair up with someone.)
(With the mass posting, I'll be using simpler coding. I'll go back later.)
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Post by Sand on Apr 16, 2023 15:14:35 GMT -5
WebpawTalonClan camp — accompanied by: Mothleg, Whitegorge Webpaw was grateful that Mothleg was willing to allow them to stay. They were almost old enough after all-- it wouldn't take much longer for them to get their warrior name. They hoped if they proved themself in the dog fight, they would then become a warrior. If not, they were okay with staying in the apprentice's den for a bit more. However, Webpaw was dead set on becoming a warrior within less than a moon as long as they could achieve it. "I will, Mothleg!" they announced proudly, unsheathing their claws. The camp barrier was no more as the dogs broke through it with ease, leaving the silver tabby stunned. Webpaw's thin pelt bristled with dread, their green eyes wide. You can do this, Webpaw. This is what it's like to be a warrior, they reminded themself, taking a deep breath. Once they heard Mothleg responding about Snowpaw, Webpaw let out a sigh. They were glad that Snowpaw had made it back to camp. "Oh, good! I'm glad he's okay. I just hope the dogs leave him alone... all of us alone," they mewed. The sight of Roostertail almost scared the apprentice, but they calmed down a bit; enough to keep them at bay. Yet the barking caused Webpaw's ears to flattened against their skull. It was raucous, even with it just being from the first dog. The others that followed made even more noise. How many of them can there be? the silver tabby wondered before snapping back. The large black and white dog was headed for Mothleg, who was already prepared to take it on. The apprentice copied Mothleg's movement, bracing for the dog's attack. ( tags: Feathertalon lunapaw🐾 )- - - BuzzardflightTalonClan camp — accompanied by: Houndtooth Buzzardflight quickly joined Houndtooth as soon as the deputy leapt onto the lean, grey dog's back. He lowered himself to the ground and went for the dog's tail. It wasn't long, but he was able to swipe at it with his claws twice. The grey dog bayed while the brown tabby tom hissed at it. "On it!" he called back to the black tom. "Let's get rid of this dung!"The warrior leapt again, aiming for the dog's slick and coarse back. He realized he was going to have the same issue as Houndtooth as he was swiftly pushed off the canine's back. He landed on the dust camp floor and let out a painful grunt. It wasn't too long before Buzzardflight rose to his paws and aimed for the dog again, undeterred from being forced off like before. ( tags: ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 )
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 16, 2023 15:56:57 GMT -5
Mothleg »
Mothleg no longer cared to know how many dogs had burst their way into camp. All that she cared about now was defending her Clanmates from the large black and white canine that was barreling toward her, Whitegorge, and Webpaw. The dog’s head twisted to the side as it opened its maw wide. Ribbons of saliva dripped from the dog’s large fangs. The sight reminded Mothleg of a wet cave. A dark, deadly, wet cave.
With no more time to think, Mothleg propelled herself out of the way as the dog bowled forward, the front half of its body lowered, jaws snapping shut right where the warrior had just been standing. Panic flared inside her for a moment. Icy cold were its talons, but she dared not let the emotion get the better of her. She was a TalonClan warrior and she would lay down her life if it meant the rest of her Clan would survive.
Having noticed that Mothleg would be harder prey than it bargained for, the dog jerked back with a snarl, ears pinned back. A hiss escaped Mothleg; she rushed forward, thankful for her long legs as she jumped, landing on the dog’s back. With claws as stretched out as they could go she dug into the dog’s fur. Desperately she wanted to recoil from the coarse, disgusting texture of the canine’s pelt, but she forced herself to stay where she was, claws just barely getting through the thick layer of fur and into the skin. ”Slash its eyes and nose! That’s the most sensitive area!” Mothleg called down to Whitegorge and Webpaw, reiterating words of knowledge that her own mentor had passed down to her seasons ago. Going for the face would be incredibly dangerous as one wrong move could leave a cat trapped in the dog’s snarling maw, but Mothleg hoped that her being on the canine’s back would distract it just enough so that her two companions could get in a few good hits before they lost an opportunity to strike.
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Post by Sand on Apr 18, 2023 12:41:49 GMT -5
WebpawTalonClan camp — accompanied by: Mothleg, Whitegorge Webpaw's green eyes widened at the size of the dog's maw. It was huge and terrifying, although they did not know what to expect. Seeing the canine up front was much different than just scenting it or seeing it from afar. Fear was banging into their chest, but Webpaw knew they needed to act, not freeze in shock. As Mothleg propelled out of the way, the silver tabby was quick to move from their position. The last thing they wanted to be was dog food. The apprentice was on the side of the dog, watching the long-legged she-cat landed on the dog's back. Their ears pricked up, hearing Mothleg's suggestion of how to attack the dog. "I will try my best!" Webpaw called back, launching themself from the ground to aim for the dog's wet black nose. As the silver tabby smacked the dog's nose with their claws, they briefly landed on the dusty camp floor again. Growling in frustration, Webpaw pushed themself up and aimed for the canine's right eye. They slashed at its eye, hoping to land one or two good blows. They couldn't tell what Whitegorge or Mothleg were up to, but they hoped it would be enough to distract the dog. ( tags: Feathertalon & lunapaw🐾 haven't got any responses on Whitegorge's part, so I put Webpaw where it was possible. )
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2023 10:10:11 GMT -5
Mothleg »
Mothleg’s heart was beating against her chest, so fast and so loud that she was sure even all of StarClan could hear it. She was sure her fear scent clung harshly to the air. Her claws sinking deeper into flesh kept her from succumbing to the terror that was sure to be pulsing in every TalonClan cat’s body right now. A warrior faced every challenge head on, and Mothleg was a warrior. She would never let her emotions get the better of her.
Hearing Webpaw call back to her gave the molly a new surge of confidence as she gripped the dog’s back. The silver tabby must have landed a hit - the dog yelped, jerking back so fast that even Mothleg felt as if she would have gotten whiplash herself. She gritted her teeth, swaying from the dog’s back violently. Stay on, stay on! She told herself desperately. Her prayers were, unfortunately, not enough to keep her on the enemy’s back.
Another shuddering jerk forced Mothleg’s claws to release. With a yowl of surprise the warrior slid, losing her footing quicker than she could steady herself. Mothleg scrabbled her paws, desperate to catch onto a clump of fur or anything that would keep her from tumbling down onto the ground, but nothing saved her.
All the air rushed out of her lungs as she fell. The ticked tabby rolled, grit from below getting caught in her fur and running sharply across her flanks. Harsh stings littered her body, but this was not the time to worry about minor injuries; Mothleg hissed as she pushed herself back onto her paws. Without warning she shot forward and launched herself back at the dog, but rather than jump onto its back she slashed out at its muzzle. The dog had recovered from its initial shock from Webpaw’s earlier blow and was now after the brown ticked tabby that had rolled off its back. Mothleg knew she was in a compromised position, but she was intent on not letting this dog get the best of her.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Apr 28, 2023 4:09:28 GMT -5
Houndtooth - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Houndtooth let out a hiss, aimlessly swiping at the dog to distract it. "Try to claw the eyes from above," he called. The tom let out another hiss, hoping the dog would stay still enough for Buzzardflight. The wound on his leg stung, but the adrenaline rush helped block some of the pain.
The black cat leaped forward to bite at the dog's leg. Once his jaws clamped down, the dog squealed and whined before trying to kick him away. Houndtooth intended to let go and back off, but the dog was much faster. It managed to grab his front right paw, yanking him under the dog. Houndtooth hissed in pain, angry at the fact he was caught. He tried to claw at the chest and belly of the creature, enabling him to be let go for a moment. Hopefully, his stunt didn't disturb Buzzardflight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Accompanied by: Buzzardflight [Sand ]
[Post is bad but it is still a post.]
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