Warriors of Pure Heart (Warrior Cat RP)

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SmokeyEye

She nodded at Cherrypaw, her eyes slightly quizzical. "Yeah... I guess it did." She laughed. "And I owe that butterfly big time. Ryou's the best friend I could ever ask for." She nudged him softly a smile now firmly placed on her face.

[Runningdawn]

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Iceflare shuddered as another wave of uncertainty overcame her, and, without warning, she collapsed onto the ground, her paws visibly trembling. Her eyes burned dully, like a vicious bonfire that had dulled out and used up all it's energy, and was now just a few simmering coals. Knowing she had to calm down or have an anxiety, she sucked in a breathed, and held it. And held it. She held her breath until her throat clenched tightly and her heart seemed to freeze up, and her vision became blurry. She exhaled loudly, her chest burning but her heartbeat fairly slow now.
Catching her breath, she flicked her ears irritably, scolding herself for being so weak, growling deep in her throat. It was stupid. It had been a dream. Nothing but a dream, and dreams couldn't hurt you. She laid her head on her paws, scoffing softly, just about to relax when a soft snap made her jump, letting her know she was not alone. Raising her head and narrowing her eyes, her voice rang out through the near-empty ring of bushes.
"Who's there?"

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Loki had to bite back a frustrated hiss, amazed at his own carelessness as his paw trod upon a tiny twig. Upon hearing Iceflare's voice, he froze up, trying to stay as silent as possible, his whiskers quivering in his attempt to keep every muscle still. Unfortunately, the cat he had heard was obviously a bit suspicious, and he heard her get to her paws, edgy forward slowly.
Knowing he would have to acted fast, Loki swiveled his ears, pinpointing where the paw-steps were coming from, turned quietly, facing them, and then launched himself forward. He heard a startled yowl a second before his outstretched claws raked lightly across a thin she-cat's shoulder, and, then, somehow, (even if he didn't have any tail to keep him balanced) managed to twirl in midair, land on all fours, and shoot off in the other direction in great, bounding strides, ill-advised that he was heading straight into an entire clan of cats.

[Ulysses]

Bearheart heard a scuffle as she jumped off the great rock, heading for the bushes that Iceflare had run into. She ran for the brush, and almost collided with a startled Iceflare. "Iceflare!" Bearheart exclaimed, "I saw that you were in pain from the Great Rock. Are you alright?" Bearheart turned to peer into the bushes, her golden gaze sharpening as she tried to discern shapes in the brush. Her tail puffed: Bearheart's size grew greater in appearance and she growled lightly. Bearheart turned back to Iceflare, and noticed her shoulder wound. Her eyes softened slightly, and she winced in sympathy. "You should see Aspenleaf about that later, Iceflare. I smell an intruder; a young Tom, by the smell of it." Bearheart tasted the air, trying to discern in which direction the Tom had run. She looked to Iceflare, her eyes stony and already on a mental prowl after the cat that could be Soul Clan's enemy. "Would you care to join me in pursuit of him?"

[Runningdawn]

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Iceflare spat in anger at her obliviousness, though her eyes were a bit bewildered. "Yes, I'm fine..." she answered cooly, eyes flickering to the shallow cut of her shoulder. The cat who had jumped out at her was so... odd. One eye was closed, the other was glazed over, and, she wasn't sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her or not but the tom didn't to have appeared to have a tail.
She nodded faintly to Bearheart's prospect of following the tom, her eyes twinkling oddly. "By the way," Iceflare said calmly, throwing another look to the newly-named deputy. "He's not exactly a young tom. Scraggly old rogue, he looks like."

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Loki's paws thudded quickly and smoothly across the ground, his belly low as he stretched out his legs. It was, unfortunately, hard work running for a blind cat in unfamiliar territory - you had to pay attention where shadows hit the ground and made the soil cooler, and had to know not to get to close to the base of the shadow or you would run into something. There was also the occasional rock Loki would trip over, or some unexpected brambles, so, even if he could've run fast it was slower progress than he would have liked.
Spitting angrily at his luck, Loki only hoped he had bewildered the other cat long enough to make an escape.

[Ulysses]

Bearheart sniffed again, surprised at her mistake. She chuckled. "I suppose I'm getting older. My nose is just not as functional as it used to be. You're right, that's an older cat." Bearheart started to run through the brush, following the Tom's scent through the trees. He seemed to be weaving a path towards the camp, and Bearheart picked up her pace, becoming agitated. This old rogue was pretty fast! "Iceflare," Bearheart asked, "You said this cat may have been blind or hard of vision? He seems to be doing pretty well, running through the forest and all. We should be wary of this cat; he may be a skilled warrior gone rogue." Then, Bearheart saw the old cat. She yowled to him. "Stop! You are in Soulclan territory!" She prepared herself to attack, her muscles bunching in her shoulders and her claws unsheathed.

[Runningdawn]

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Loki skidded to a halt, the fur on his shoulders bristling irritatingly. There was another scent, another she-cat from the Clan, who had obviously seen the wound Loki had made on Iceflare and was not happy about it. He gave a frustrated hiss, contemplating running again, though he was running deeper and deeper into unfamiliar territory and knew the farther he went the slower he would go.
Surrendering in a kind of "I'll not go out without a fight" kind of way, Loki turned around, his scarred muzzle pulled into a menacing snarl, and the one milky, slightly greenish eye he had fixated where Bearheart stood, as if he could see her. If he had a tail, in would have been lashing. All in all, he was a kind of... hideous, and unnerving cat, and, however obvious his rough past was, he stood firmly like he would fight all the world before he went down.
"I know where I am, kit!" he spat angrily, taking a step forward, his eye glaring. Though he couldn't see the cats, for some he knew that looking at them could unnerve them, startle them, maybe - and even if these cats weren't the kind to fall for that kind of thing, it was still useful in some cases. Sometimes, his blind, staring eye freaked cats out so much they left without laying a claw on him, which was good because, despite Loki's tough appearance, it was rather difficult for him to fight any cat without being able to see, let alone two full-grown warriors.

[Ulysses]

Bearheart spat menacingly, her voice deep and almost growling. Her tail puffed, and her eyes gleamed ferociously. "Have it your way then, you blind old geezer!" Bearheart leaped, and soared five feet before landing a bit in front of the cat. Then she stopped, just out of the cat's attack range, and at least seven feet away. Her ears twitched in annoyance, but she had made a decision. "Iceflare," she said, her voice wavering on the edge of anger, "would you prefer to deal with the geezer yourself, seeing as he did attack you first? Or should I see what I can do about him?"

[Runningdawn]

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Iceflare narrowed her eyes at Loki, who spat tensely at Bearheart, though through the haze of his blind eye, you could see nervousness creeping into his head. He knew he'd be no match for the two of them. Stepping slowly up beside Bearheart, Iceflare stiffly looked over the aging cat. "The old git barely did a thing to me. He probably couldn't fight us even if he tried. Do you really think it's worth-"
But Iceflare never got to finish her sentence, for, just as unexpected as when he had come bursting from the bushes, the loner leaped again at Iceflare, though this time he did not turn away and run - anger and determination was set on his face. Iceflare, however, was a bit more alert this time, and just managed to dodge the lunging tom.
"How about a double-team, Bearheart?"

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Loki, seething with rage at the rude remarks Iceflare and Bearheart spat at him, tuned into everyone one of his other senses, concentrating as hard as he could. He heard a faint whistling through the air, and duck as Iceflare's well-aimed paw grazed his ear tips.
"Blind old geezer?!" he roared at Bearheart, pinpointing her scent and launching himself at her, his body barreling toward her flank.

[Ulysses]

Bearheart dodged the bulk of his movement, but he still managed to graze her flank, leaving a long, shallow scratch down her side. She almost winced, but grit her teeth, determined not to let the old cat hear her pain. Bearheart struck with precision, aiming a heavy blow at the cat's shoulder. She knew that if she could disable some of his paw movements that he would be forced to give in. She did not wish to kill the elderly rogue, but she was annoyed at his apparent lack of respect for her clan. "You did call me a kit first you know, Tom. I feel obliged to reply with a remark about your advanced years." Bearheart nodded at Iceflare. "If he still does not give, we'll double team him." Bearheart crouched on the opposing side of the old Tom to Iceflare. They framed in the old cat, and Bearheart began circling him, looking for an opening. "State the reason for your presence in Soulclan territory, Tom. Our leader is kind; if your motives are pure, you may even leave with some prey. If your motives are destructive towards the clan, I will be happy to drive you out."

[Narutofoxlover]

May I join?

Name:Silverpaw(pool)
Rank:medicine cat apprentice-please
Looks:silver with gray stripes,white belly and paws,cream undertones,green/gold eyes
Personality:smart,kind
Sibling:Stonepelt
gender:female
Age:6 1/2 moons

Name:Stonepelt
Gender:female
Rank:warrior
Looks:gray with ginger specles,blue eyes
Personality:brave,kind
age:24 moons