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Post by -Brightheart86 on Apr 5, 2024 13:26:03 GMT -5
First time, so I wish myself luck, lol!  There was another loud wail from inside the medicine cat den and Lynxtuft raced back into camp, the herbs that he had collected in his jaws. Seeing Grovepaw’s tail disappear into the den, he dashed inside, barely being able to dodge the apprentice as they turned around, a look of pain on their face. Can’t apprentices follow his rules? It was a simple collection! But then he saw something else. “Grovepaw! What’s wrong?!” He then felt a puddle of sticky blood under his paws. With a gasp, Lynxtuft looked down, seeing even more blood trickle out from the apprentice’s stomach. Lynxtuft raced deeper into the den, grabbing a dab of cobwebs in his paw. He quickly held it to the young apprentice’s wound. But the wound was too big and they had lost too much blood. “Grovepaw! No!” He yowled. His eyes slitted- how dare Boulderstar send out such young cats to fight ShoalClan? A growl rumbled out of his throat. Looking at the dead apprentice, he dragged them out of the den. A screech ran through his ears. It was Bristletail. “Grovepaw! No! He can’t be dead!” At the cry, many other warriors slipped out of the den, but the first to come was Foxclaw. He padded up to his mate, his eyes wide with horror. “No…” Lynxtuft heard them whisper. The crowd of warriors rippled as a broad-shouldered tom pushed his way through. “He rests with StarClan now.” Boulderstar said, his voice cold, but they didn’t show any sadness or pain. All it showed was anger. Boulderstar’s green eyes swept across the clan and he yowled, “ShoalClan has taken too many cats from us already! We will strike now!” Murmurs of uncertainty passed through the clan, and Lynxtuft stepped up. “Boulderstar. StarClan has gained too many cats already. We cannot continue shedding so much blood.” He said, his voice soft, and his legs numb. The tom turned to him, “We're so close, Lynxtuft! If we stop now, ShoalClan will think we’re too weak!” Boulderstar’s voice was edged with a slight uncertainty, and Lynxtuft pressed again, stronger this time. “Look at your warriors, Boulderstar. Doepaw, Grasspaw, and Grovepaw were all so young. But they died. Call the battle off. A clan doesn’t have to show how strong it is by war.” Lynxtuft’s voice pierced the gathered cats calmly. “But-” Boulderstar started, but another voice didn’t let him continue. “Lynxtuft is right. Think of Lichenblaze, she was such an innocent warrior! And what about Autumnpelt? These fights are getting too serious. You have to stop the battle!” Lynxtuft could hear pain, and sadness in the voice, though they still spoke strongly. Who was they? He turned and saw Bristletail next to him, her eyes blazing. Foxclaw stepped forward, next to his mate. “Boulderstar. Think of your brother, Cloudprickle. His death was-” Boulderstar snarled, stopping Foxclaw’s next words. “Cloudprickle died for the clan, Foxclaw! They died because they wanted to help expand our territory! They died an honorable death so we might be able to take more territory!” Lynxtuft’s voice rose angrily, couldn’t they just see he was right? “Boulderstar, you were the ones who led them to their death! If there was no war, those cats would still be here! Maybe you should think about your mate, Hailspring. What happened to her? Would she be on your side or on our side if she was here? You know these words are true, Boulderstar. You can’t deny them.” He snarled, unable to keep the fury inside him any longer. Then another cat stepped forward, from behind them. Thrushfang. “I’m sorry Boulderstar, but they're right.” Boulderstar stared at them. Then, Thrushfang continued. “I’m the clan deputy, and I can’t let my clan continue dying like this.” Lynxtuft had calmed down by now and spoke again, “You surely have to obey your medicine cat, deputy, and warriors. If you don’t stop this now, we’ll have to demote you.” Boulderstar’s jaw fell open in surprise, but he spoke, “I didn’t know this clan was so pathetic. Those who wish to fight, follow me!” He yowled and raced out of the camp. Some cats streamed after him. Thrushfang looked down at his paws and said, “I can’t leave him out there, alone.” With that, he raced out as well. Lynxtuft shifted nervously- he couldn’t leave his leader and deputy out there without a medicine cat, but he still felt that they should have followed his orders. So he raced after the two, tail streaming behind him. As he arrived to the battle, he saw a dark storm cloud approaching. “Storm coming!” Someone yowled, but the two clans continued battling. Then, out of nowhere, lightning struck. A yowl of pain came from in the battle, and the clans finally separated. Lynxtuft stared at a dark shape in the middle of the two clans, where the lightning had struck. It was Boulderstar. Thrushfang padded up to the stiff body, and called two warriors to carry him back to camp. The two clans departed from each other, each cat stricken with surprise and horror. Lynxtuft called EmberClan to gather, though it should have been Thrushfang. “EmberClan! This is a sign from StarClan! We will no longer battle with ShoalClan for now!” He yowled. Thrushfang padded up to Lynxtuft’s side and acknowledged the words. “Lynxtuft speaks true, Boulderstar was struck down for his fault.” Silence stretched over the clan as they processed the news. Then Bristletail began to cheer, “Thrushstar! Thrushstar! Thrushstar!” Foxclaw, joined in, and soon the whole clan was cheering. Lynxtuft sighed in relief. Their clan would no longer be suffering from the deaths of their innocent warriors. His gaze traveled to Boulderstar’s limp body in the clearing. But Boulderstar was dead. But there was one thing that he had also accomplished- the clan would follow his rules, even though he wasn’t leader or deputy. Medicine cat was enough for them, and enough for him.
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Post by ravets13mews on Apr 5, 2024 15:54:14 GMT -5
First time, so I wish myself luck, lol! There was another loud wail from inside the medicine cat den and Lynxtuft raced back into camp, the herbs that he had collected in his jaws. Seeing Grovepaw’s tail disappear into the den, he dashed inside, barely being able to dodge the apprentice as they turned around, a look of pain on their face. Can’t apprentices follow his rules? It was a simple collection! But then he saw something else. “Grovepaw! What’s wrong?!” He then felt a puddle of sticky blood under his paws. With a gasp, Lynxtuft looked down, seeing even more blood trickle out from the apprentice’s stomach. Lynxtuft raced deeper into the den, grabbing a dab of cobwebs in his paw. He quickly held it to the young apprentice’s wound. But the wound was too big and they had lost too much blood. “Grovepaw! No!” He yowled. His eyes slitted- how dare Boulderstar send out such young cats to fight ShoalClan? A growl rumbled out of his throat. Looking at the dead apprentice, he dragged them out of the den. A screech ran through his ears. It was Bristletail. “Grovepaw! No! He can’t be dead!” At the cry, many other warriors slipped out of the den, but the first to come was Foxclaw. He padded up to his mate, his eyes wide with horror. “No…” Lynxtuft heard them whisper. The crowd of warriors rippled as a broad-shouldered tom pushed his way through. “He rests with StarClan now.” Boulderstar said, his voice cold, but they didn’t show any sadness or pain. All it showed was anger. Boulderstar’s green eyes swept across the clan and he yowled, “ShoalClan has taken too many cats from us already! We will strike now!” Murmurs of uncertainty passed through the clan, and Lynxtuft stepped up. “Boulderstar. StarClan has gained too many cats already. We cannot continue shedding so much blood.” He said, his voice soft, and his legs numb. The tom turned to him, “We're so close, Lynxtuft! If we stop now, ShoalClan will think we’re too weak!” Boulderstar’s voice was edged with a slight uncertainty, and Lynxtuft pressed again, stronger this time. “Look at your warriors, Boulderstar. Doepaw, Grasspaw, and Grovepaw were all so young. But they died. Call the battle off. A clan doesn’t have to show how strong it is by war.” Lynxtuft’s voice pierced the gathered cats calmly. “But-” Boulderstar started, but another voice didn’t let him continue. “Lynxtuft is right. Think of Lichenblaze, she was such an innocent warrior! And what about Autumnpelt? These fights are getting too serious. You have to stop the battle!” Lynxtuft could hear pain, and sadness in the voice, though they still spoke strongly. Who was they? He turned and saw Bristletail next to him, her eyes blazing. Foxclaw stepped forward, next to his mate. “Boulderstar. Think of your brother, Cloudprickle. His death was-” Boulderstar snarled, stopping Foxclaw’s next words. “Cloudprickle died for the clan, Foxclaw! They died because they wanted to help expand our territory! They died an honorable death so we might be able to take more territory!” Lynxtuft’s voice rose angrily, couldn’t they just see he was right? “Boulderstar, you were the ones who led them to their death! If there was no war, those cats would still be here! Maybe you should think about your mate, Hailspring. What happened to her? Would she be on your side or on our side if she was here? You know these words are true, Boulderstar. You can’t deny them.” He snarled, unable to keep the fury inside him any longer. Then another cat stepped forward, from behind them. Thrushfang. “I’m sorry Boulderstar, but they're right.” Boulderstar stared at them. Then, Thrushfang continued. “I’m the clan deputy, and I can’t let my clan continue dying like this.” Lynxtuft had calmed down by now and spoke again, “You surely have to obey your medicine cat, deputy, and warriors. If you don’t stop this now, we’ll have to demote you.” Boulderstar’s jaw fell open in surprise, but he spoke, “I didn’t know this clan was so pathetic. Those who wish to fight, follow me!” He yowled and raced out of the camp. Some cats streamed after him. Thrushfang looked down at his paws and said, “I can’t leave him out there, alone.” With that, he raced out as well. Lynxtuft shifted nervously- he couldn’t leave his leader and deputy out there without a medicine cat, but he still felt that they should have followed his orders. So he raced after the two, tail streaming behind him. As he arrived to the battle, he saw a dark storm cloud approaching. “Storm coming!” Someone yowled, but the two clans continued battling. Then, out of nowhere, lightning struck. A yowl of pain came from in the battle, and the clans finally separated. Lynxtuft stared at a dark shape in the middle of the two clans, where the lightning had struck. It was Boulderstar. Thrushfang padded up to the stiff body, and called two warriors to carry him back to camp. The two clans departed from each other, each cat stricken with surprise and horror. Lynxtuft called EmberClan to gather, though it should have been Thrushfang. “EmberClan! This is a sign from StarClan! We will no longer battle with ShoalClan for now!” He yowled. Thrushfang padded up to Lynxtuft’s side and acknowledged the words. “Lynxtuft speaks true, Boulderstar was struck down for his fault.” Silence stretched over the clan as they processed the news. Then Bristletail began to cheer, “Thrushstar! Thrushstar! Thrushstar!” Foxclaw, joined in, and soon the whole clan was cheering. Lynxtuft sighed in relief. Their clan would no longer be suffering from the deaths of their innocent warriors. His gaze traveled to Boulderstar’s limp body in the clearing. But Boulderstar was dead. But there was one thing that he had also accomplished- the clan would follow his rules, even though he wasn’t leader or deputy. Medicine cat was enough for them, and enough for him.
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Post by stormshade1 on Apr 6, 2024 11:56:23 GMT -5
First time!
The rain falls quickly, making the blood on the cats' pelts run free. Not all of them look like they enjoy it, though a few near the front of the crowd seem thrilled, their eyes lit up with excitement and sadistic pleasure. They all look up to a figure at the top of a rock. The cat at the top is just that - a figure. The cats at the bottom are lit up by an unseen light source, but that light does not extend to the figure. All that can be made out is that the figure is pacing back and forth, never speeding up, never slowing down. Suddenly, he stops. He sits down in front of the cats, and his eyes seem to glow with an orange light. Lightning strikes somewhere far off in the distance, but it illuminates the cat, just for a split second. His pelt is pure black, almost like a void, sucking in all light. And that's all there is to see - a cat that looks like a rip in the universe. And then he begins to speak. His voice is quiet, yet it booms in everycat's minds. "We all know your previous leader, Lionstar," He spits out the name, "Was too weak to lead this Clan. And so was your deputy. They both got what they deserved." He pauses a moment, letting the words sink in, letting his cats remember the punishments. "If anybody else is thinking of challenging me, or betraying me, or thinks they are too weak to be a part of the Clan, then you can leave now." A few cats, maybe five or so, ran through the tunnel. The cat, probably their leader, turned to whisper to the two cats behind him on the rock. "Go after them. Make sure they don't leave my territory alive." The two cats raced out the tunnel, and the leader's gaze turned back to the rest of the cats. "This will be a new era. A time where StoneClan will be feared and respected by all. And I will lead you through it all. We will make StoneClan RULE!" He finishes, and the cats cheer, "Bonestar! Bonestar! Bonestar!" He nods at the praise, then says, "Now, everybody go get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. I will guard the camp." He says, and the other cats wander off to their dens. The cat, Bonestar, stays at the top of the rock. After some time, he leaps off the rock, then heads for the nursery, two cats, the same ones who he had sent after the escapees, slink up behind him. Inside the nursery, there are three small kits, no older than a quarter-moon. The three cats nod to each other, and each grab a kit by their scruff. Two toms and a she-cat. The one Bonestar is carrying, the she-kit, lets out a small mewl. Bonestar narrows his eyes, his jaws clamping tighter around her scruff. She is the one that most resembles her father. She is the one that most resembles Lionstar. And because of that family, they will all have to be killed. In the morning, he could say a fox got them. And that would be proven when the border patrol finds their blood next to the only fox burrow in the territory. The three cats race out of camp. They weave through the forest and stop in front of the burrow. Bonestar shakes the she-kit's scruff, causing her to let out a loud mew, which will likely lure the fox out. The three cats drop the kits and race back to camp, hoping the foxes wouldn't track their scent. And if they did, well, more proof.
The only problem with Bonestar's plan arises next morning. It wasn't a problem with his plan, per se, but something that nobody could have expected. What was the problem? The next morning, the kits weren't there, and neither was the blood. And a fresh MossClan scent had drifted over the border.
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Post by -Brightheart86 on Apr 7, 2024 20:32:12 GMT -5
Thanks, ravets! And good luck, Stormshade!
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Post by -Brightheart86 on Apr 7, 2024 20:33:51 GMT -5
Holy- that's a great story, stormshade!
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Post by stormshade1 on Apr 8, 2024 17:35:09 GMT -5
Thanks! Yours is great too!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 16, 2024 22:31:53 GMT -5
Nice to see what everyone has this time around!
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Post by -Brightheart86 on Apr 24, 2024 17:06:46 GMT -5
(the suspense of only a few more days lol)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2024 11:58:08 GMT -5
is this still open to try?
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Post by stormshade1 on Apr 26, 2024 15:31:28 GMT -5
Yes, there's 4 more days
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Post by -Brightheart86 on Apr 26, 2024 15:53:00 GMT -5
FOUR MORE DAYS OMG AHHHHHHHHH
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Post by -Brightheart86 on Apr 26, 2024 15:53:31 GMT -5
First time entering, but I'm not very patient when it comes to contests lol
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 1, 2024 12:26:52 GMT -5
First time, so I wish myself luck, lol! There was another loud wail from inside the medicine cat den and Lynxtuft raced back into camp, the herbs that he had collected in his jaws. Seeing Grovepaw’s tail disappear into the den, he dashed inside, barely being able to dodge the apprentice as they turned around, a look of pain on their face. Can’t apprentices follow his rules? It was a simple collection! But then he saw something else. “Grovepaw! What’s wrong?!” He then felt a puddle of sticky blood under his paws. With a gasp, Lynxtuft looked down, seeing even more blood trickle out from the apprentice’s stomach. Lynxtuft raced deeper into the den, grabbing a dab of cobwebs in his paw. He quickly held it to the young apprentice’s wound. But the wound was too big and they had lost too much blood. “Grovepaw! No!” He yowled. His eyes slitted- how dare Boulderstar send out such young cats to fight ShoalClan? A growl rumbled out of his throat. Looking at the dead apprentice, he dragged them out of the den. A screech ran through his ears. It was Bristletail. “Grovepaw! No! He can’t be dead!” At the cry, many other warriors slipped out of the den, but the first to come was Foxclaw. He padded up to his mate, his eyes wide with horror. “No…” Lynxtuft heard them whisper. The crowd of warriors rippled as a broad-shouldered tom pushed his way through. “He rests with StarClan now.” Boulderstar said, his voice cold, but they didn’t show any sadness or pain. All it showed was anger. Boulderstar’s green eyes swept across the clan and he yowled, “ShoalClan has taken too many cats from us already! We will strike now!” Murmurs of uncertainty passed through the clan, and Lynxtuft stepped up. “Boulderstar. StarClan has gained too many cats already. We cannot continue shedding so much blood.” He said, his voice soft, and his legs numb. The tom turned to him, “We're so close, Lynxtuft! If we stop now, ShoalClan will think we’re too weak!” Boulderstar’s voice was edged with a slight uncertainty, and Lynxtuft pressed again, stronger this time. “Look at your warriors, Boulderstar. Doepaw, Grasspaw, and Grovepaw were all so young. But they died. Call the battle off. A clan doesn’t have to show how strong it is by war.” Lynxtuft’s voice pierced the gathered cats calmly. “But-” Boulderstar started, but another voice didn’t let him continue. “Lynxtuft is right. Think of Lichenblaze, she was such an innocent warrior! And what about Autumnpelt? These fights are getting too serious. You have to stop the battle!” Lynxtuft could hear pain, and sadness in the voice, though they still spoke strongly. Who was they? He turned and saw Bristletail next to him, her eyes blazing. Foxclaw stepped forward, next to his mate. “Boulderstar. Think of your brother, Cloudprickle. His death was-” Boulderstar snarled, stopping Foxclaw’s next words. “Cloudprickle died for the clan, Foxclaw! They died because they wanted to help expand our territory! They died an honorable death so we might be able to take more territory!” Lynxtuft’s voice rose angrily, couldn’t they just see he was right? “Boulderstar, you were the ones who led them to their death! If there was no war, those cats would still be here! Maybe you should think about your mate, Hailspring. What happened to her? Would she be on your side or on our side if she was here? You know these words are true, Boulderstar. You can’t deny them.” He snarled, unable to keep the fury inside him any longer. Then another cat stepped forward, from behind them. Thrushfang. “I’m sorry Boulderstar, but they're right.” Boulderstar stared at them. Then, Thrushfang continued. “I’m the clan deputy, and I can’t let my clan continue dying like this.” Lynxtuft had calmed down by now and spoke again, “You surely have to obey your medicine cat, deputy, and warriors. If you don’t stop this now, we’ll have to demote you.” Boulderstar’s jaw fell open in surprise, but he spoke, “I didn’t know this clan was so pathetic. Those who wish to fight, follow me!” He yowled and raced out of the camp. Some cats streamed after him. Thrushfang looked down at his paws and said, “I can’t leave him out there, alone.” With that, he raced out as well. Lynxtuft shifted nervously- he couldn’t leave his leader and deputy out there without a medicine cat, but he still felt that they should have followed his orders. So he raced after the two, tail streaming behind him. As he arrived to the battle, he saw a dark storm cloud approaching. “Storm coming!” Someone yowled, but the two clans continued battling. Then, out of nowhere, lightning struck. A yowl of pain came from in the battle, and the clans finally separated. Lynxtuft stared at a dark shape in the middle of the two clans, where the lightning had struck. It was Boulderstar. Thrushfang padded up to the stiff body, and called two warriors to carry him back to camp. The two clans departed from each other, each cat stricken with surprise and horror. Lynxtuft called EmberClan to gather, though it should have been Thrushfang. “EmberClan! This is a sign from StarClan! We will no longer battle with ShoalClan for now!” He yowled. Thrushfang padded up to Lynxtuft’s side and acknowledged the words. “Lynxtuft speaks true, Boulderstar was struck down for his fault.” Silence stretched over the clan as they processed the news. Then Bristletail began to cheer, “Thrushstar! Thrushstar! Thrushstar!” Foxclaw, joined in, and soon the whole clan was cheering. Lynxtuft sighed in relief. Their clan would no longer be suffering from the deaths of their innocent warriors. His gaze traveled to Boulderstar’s limp body in the clearing. But Boulderstar was dead. But there was one thing that he had also accomplished- the clan would follow his rules, even though he wasn’t leader or deputy. Medicine cat was enough for them, and enough for him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 1, 2024 12:33:41 GMT -5
Also new prompt!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 1, 2024 13:32:39 GMT -5
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Post by shadowflower6 on May 1, 2024 20:01:45 GMT -5
What is happening
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Post by shadowflower6 on May 1, 2024 20:02:13 GMT -5
What for
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Post by -Brightheart86 on May 1, 2024 20:03:37 GMT -5
Lol, your confusion
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Post by -Brightheart86 on May 1, 2024 20:05:10 GMT -5
First time, so I wish myself luck, lol! There was another loud wail from inside the medicine cat den and Lynxtuft raced back into camp, the herbs that he had collected in his jaws. Seeing Grovepaw’s tail disappear into the den, he dashed inside, barely being able to dodge the apprentice as they turned around, a look of pain on their face. Can’t apprentices follow his rules? It was a simple collection! But then he saw something else. “Grovepaw! What’s wrong?!” He then felt a puddle of sticky blood under his paws. With a gasp, Lynxtuft looked down, seeing even more blood trickle out from the apprentice’s stomach. Lynxtuft raced deeper into the den, grabbing a dab of cobwebs in his paw. He quickly held it to the young apprentice’s wound. But the wound was too big and they had lost too much blood. “Grovepaw! No!” He yowled. His eyes slitted- how dare Boulderstar send out such young cats to fight ShoalClan? A growl rumbled out of his throat. Looking at the dead apprentice, he dragged them out of the den. A screech ran through his ears. It was Bristletail. “Grovepaw! No! He can’t be dead!” At the cry, many other warriors slipped out of the den, but the first to come was Foxclaw. He padded up to his mate, his eyes wide with horror. “No…” Lynxtuft heard them whisper. The crowd of warriors rippled as a broad-shouldered tom pushed his way through. “He rests with StarClan now.” Boulderstar said, his voice cold, but they didn’t show any sadness or pain. All it showed was anger. Boulderstar’s green eyes swept across the clan and he yowled, “ShoalClan has taken too many cats from us already! We will strike now!” Murmurs of uncertainty passed through the clan, and Lynxtuft stepped up. “Boulderstar. StarClan has gained too many cats already. We cannot continue shedding so much blood.” He said, his voice soft, and his legs numb. The tom turned to him, “We're so close, Lynxtuft! If we stop now, ShoalClan will think we’re too weak!” Boulderstar’s voice was edged with a slight uncertainty, and Lynxtuft pressed again, stronger this time. “Look at your warriors, Boulderstar. Doepaw, Grasspaw, and Grovepaw were all so young. But they died. Call the battle off. A clan doesn’t have to show how strong it is by war.” Lynxtuft’s voice pierced the gathered cats calmly. “But-” Boulderstar started, but another voice didn’t let him continue. “Lynxtuft is right. Think of Lichenblaze, she was such an innocent warrior! And what about Autumnpelt? These fights are getting too serious. You have to stop the battle!” Lynxtuft could hear pain, and sadness in the voice, though they still spoke strongly. Who was they? He turned and saw Bristletail next to him, her eyes blazing. Foxclaw stepped forward, next to his mate. “Boulderstar. Think of your brother, Cloudprickle. His death was-” Boulderstar snarled, stopping Foxclaw’s next words. “Cloudprickle died for the clan, Foxclaw! They died because they wanted to help expand our territory! They died an honorable death so we might be able to take more territory!” Lynxtuft’s voice rose angrily, couldn’t they just see he was right? “Boulderstar, you were the ones who led them to their death! If there was no war, those cats would still be here! Maybe you should think about your mate, Hailspring. What happened to her? Would she be on your side or on our side if she was here? You know these words are true, Boulderstar. You can’t deny them.” He snarled, unable to keep the fury inside him any longer. Then another cat stepped forward, from behind them. Thrushfang. “I’m sorry Boulderstar, but they're right.” Boulderstar stared at them. Then, Thrushfang continued. “I’m the clan deputy, and I can’t let my clan continue dying like this.” Lynxtuft had calmed down by now and spoke again, “You surely have to obey your medicine cat, deputy, and warriors. If you don’t stop this now, we’ll have to demote you.” Boulderstar’s jaw fell open in surprise, but he spoke, “I didn’t know this clan was so pathetic. Those who wish to fight, follow me!” He yowled and raced out of the camp. Some cats streamed after him. Thrushfang looked down at his paws and said, “I can’t leave him out there, alone.” With that, he raced out as well. Lynxtuft shifted nervously- he couldn’t leave his leader and deputy out there without a medicine cat, but he still felt that they should have followed his orders. So he raced after the two, tail streaming behind him. As he arrived to the battle, he saw a dark storm cloud approaching. “Storm coming!” Someone yowled, but the two clans continued battling. Then, out of nowhere, lightning struck. A yowl of pain came from in the battle, and the clans finally separated. Lynxtuft stared at a dark shape in the middle of the two clans, where the lightning had struck. It was Boulderstar. Thrushfang padded up to the stiff body, and called two warriors to carry him back to camp. The two clans departed from each other, each cat stricken with surprise and horror. Lynxtuft called EmberClan to gather, though it should have been Thrushfang. “EmberClan! This is a sign from StarClan! We will no longer battle with ShoalClan for now!” He yowled. Thrushfang padded up to Lynxtuft’s side and acknowledged the words. “Lynxtuft speaks true, Boulderstar was struck down for his fault.” Silence stretched over the clan as they processed the news. Then Bristletail began to cheer, “Thrushstar! Thrushstar! Thrushstar!” Foxclaw, joined in, and soon the whole clan was cheering. Lynxtuft sighed in relief. Their clan would no longer be suffering from the deaths of their innocent warriors. His gaze traveled to Boulderstar’s limp body in the clearing. But Boulderstar was dead. But there was one thing that he had also accomplished- the clan would follow his rules, even though he wasn’t leader or deputy. Medicine cat was enough for them, and enough for him.
Congrats! You are our fine winner this month! Let me know what silly doodle you'd like. Yay!!! *dances around happily* could you do silverstream and graystripe? |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 1, 2024 20:42:44 GMT -5
Sure thing!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 1, 2024 20:43:10 GMT -5
For fun! It's just a lil story contest.  The detail are on page 1. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2024 21:59:10 GMT -5
Congrats! You are our fine winner this month! Let me know what silly doodle you'd like. Yay!!! *dances around happily* could you do silverstream and graystripe?  |
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Post by -Brightheart86 on May 13, 2024 16:29:43 GMT -5
Yay!!! *dances around happily* could you do silverstream and graystripe? Omg! Beautiful |
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Post by Dew on May 27, 2024 10:42:12 GMT -5
It's a rainy day where I am and so I had some time to kill! Hope you like it :) She knew that she was gone. Gone into the underworld, where she would rot. Rot until the end of time. There were a few like her, who believed that they had died too young, but unlike those people she didn't say it out loud. She was young, but it must have been her time, because she was dead. It was that simple, wasn't it?
Now, as she walked through the fiery waste that was the ruins of the underworld, she had nothing to do. She hadn't been here long enough to have anything, be respected. She hadn't entered any soul fights, and every time she tried to lie, she was caught. It seemed that the only way to 'live' here was to lie, or steal, or fight. This was where everyone went when they died, and a small girl like her wasn't going to be able to do much, like others could. But she wasn't going to give up. No, she would find a way to use her size to her advantage, because what else was there to do? She was already dead.
So, she approached the stand, and signed up for her first soul fight. Ima call it soul fights |
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Post by stormshade1 on May 31, 2024 18:48:14 GMT -5
Last minute submission It was dark in the cave. Loud, too. The constant Drip, Drip, Drip was pretty annoying. Was it worth it to be down here? Yes, she concluded, yes indeed. Her footsteps echoed against the cave walls. Step, Step, Step. Drip, Drip, Drip. Step, Drip, Step, Drip, Step, Drip. When she got closer, more sounds began. Quiet sounds, though. Hushed whispers. Machinery moving. At one point she halted, and began tapping the wall off the cave. Tap, Tap, Drip, Tap, Tap, Drip-drip, Tap. And then, swiftly and silently, the wall opened up, revealing a long, dark hallway. She stepped inside, looking at the small blue swirling orb in her hands and called "I'm here for a delivery." Suddenly, the wall closed behind her, and all was dark except for the glowing orb. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 3, 2024 13:07:11 GMT -5
Last minute submission It was dark in the cave. Loud, too. The constant Drip, Drip, Drip was pretty annoying. Was it worth it to be down here? Yes, she concluded, yes indeed. Her footsteps echoed against the cave walls. Step, Step, Step. Drip, Drip, Drip. Step, Drip, Step, Drip, Step, Drip. When she got closer, more sounds began. Quiet sounds, though. Hushed whispers. Machinery moving. At one point she halted, and began tapping the wall off the cave. Tap, Tap, Drip, Tap, Tap, Drip-drip, Tap. And then, swiftly and silently, the wall opened up, revealing a long, dark hallway. She stepped inside, looking at the small blue swirling orb in her hands and called "I'm here for a delivery." Suddenly, the wall closed behind her, and all was dark except for the glowing orb. Congrats on winning! What would you like your silly little doodle to be? |
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Post by stormshade1 on Jun 3, 2024 13:35:21 GMT -5
Ooh yay! Can I get a siamese kitty?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 3, 2024 19:19:34 GMT -5
Sure thing!
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Post by Ravenshadow on Jun 3, 2024 19:36:24 GMT -5
Siara marched along her fellow fighters, the metallic clang of shiny metal hitting pavement repeating over and over. She felt the usual pride well in her chest at the sight of the civilians lined up to see the Imperial Space Army, Earth's last hope against the Invasion. This would be her last battle. Sargent Kone had told her this would be the governments last attempt to fight, and if they didn't win then... humanity would be forced to abide by the alien's laws. It was comforting in a way to know that whatever the outcome, this would be it. No more early morning marches. No more leaving your family on holidays to slaughter slimy creatures. And best of all, no more walking into the break room every morning to see one less person standing there. Humanity had been fighting these creatures for more than four years now, and the effects of the first battles still showed on the land.
Giant craters, traffic lights thrown to the side like dolls, and buildings crushed as though by a giant's fist. The army itself looked out of place, with its silver boots and white cloth. Siara's brown hair felt prickly in the sun's light, as though it too was staring at her and wondering the outcome of the battle to come. Tommy, who was marching beside her, stared straight ahead. She remembered what he had told her before they set out. "I don't want to give them hope," he had said, "if I can't promise that their hope will become reality." Siara wasn't sure about that. If they were going to lose, why not give them hope one last time?
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"Fall back! Full retreat! I said fall back!" Sargent Kone's words sliced through her like a knife, although it was hard to tell whether it really was his words or the actual stab wounds that stained her pure white shirt. Siara felt her heart sink as she saw his tall figure hunch over, a red rose of blood visible where his own heart was. That was it then. The last of humanity's best generals. The war, lost. But something inside of her burned. She stood up straighter and followed the troops to where the retreat sight was. Cries of agony and utter defeat reached her ears as she walked. When she got inside the tent she looked around at the about one hundred people, the last remains. "Brothers, sisters," she suddenly called. "we are the last hope. The last army. We aren't really going to give up now, are we?" Her tone was noble and caused everyone to look at her in surprise, their bruised and dirty faces turned towards the brown-haired girl with the burning blue eyes. "If we're going to die, we might as well die fighting for a good cause. So stand up, save your tears, and join me in one final fight!" They cheered at her and stood up to follow her. She grinned and held up her spear, clanking it on the ground.
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Twenty years later, a monument was created in memory of the brave Final Pushback that saved everyone. And in the front, was a statue of Siara Hue Modune, the infamous female fighter that led her army into battle and sacrificed herself to destroy the evil that plagued the earth.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 7, 2024 17:08:20 GMT -5
Ooh yay! Can I get a siamese kitty?  |
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