♛ Iᖴ I ᔕTᗩY ♛ [Open <3]

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Gullpaw

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Doing: Being attacked * Mood: scared * With: Badger, Larkfrost

As the darkness returned, his head thumped bleakly onto the ground. As he heard the badger snarl as cats piled up on it, he let out a yelp as he felt teeth grip his scruff. As his paws twitched, he felt himself being dragged along the ground. The small Tom felt his eyes blur every time he went over a pebble or stick, pain shooting through him as his wounds collected dirt from the ground. He barely registered the cat's words before he realized he was dangling in the air. His eyes shooting open suddenly, he let out a terrified yowl as he realized he was far up high, in a oak tree. Fear gripped him as his belly knotted up. Looking up slowly, blood dripped into his eyes still as he could barely make out the shape of the snowy white pelt of Larkfrost. He didn't dare to look back down, causing him to close his eyes again. How was she dragging him up here? He was surprised the she cat hadn't seemed to struggle. Most cats would have a hard time pulling up a nearly grown Tom into a tree. As he felt his belly plop onto a thick branch, he groaned. His body ached all over. His paws still dangled; he guessed he was laying on the branch. Squinting his eyes open slowly, he glanced up at Larkfrost. "Wha...?" He started, before snapping his jaws shut and struggled to not let it a screech as he felt juice from leaves seep into his cuts, causing the pain to turn twice as bad as before.

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Dipperpaw

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Doing: Attacking * Mood: Fearful, horrified * With: Darkpaw, badger

The Tom screeched to a haunt, his tuxedo pelt falling rapidly in succession with his breath. Looking back at Darkpaw, his eyes were wide and jaws agape. The Tom was speechless- how did no one notice the badger? Though the rain had stopped, the ground was now slippery with mud. Catching eyes with Darkpaw, he didn't have to think as he launched himself at the badger. As the badger was distracted by others, it blindly struck a massive paw at him. Before he could dodge, he felt his paws slip on the mud. As he skidded across the ground an underneath the badger, he twisted his body around, stretching his legs out, he dragged his claws across its soft belly flesh as he felt blood splatter onto his face and chest. As he stopped skidding, he leaped up before leaping onto its back. Taking a glance at who was beside him- Firestorm- he let out a yowl before trying to clamp on to its neck. [which of course was unsuccessful!] Before he knew it, two more strange cats had joined in. As the badger grumbled and snarled, it dropped back down onto four paws. As it screeched loudly -TYPO. Sentence removed-

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Dawncloud

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Doing: Collecting water * Mood: Tired * With: Tigerstar, apprentices

Dawncloud's eyes crinkled as she smiled at Tigerstar. Her hero, her crush. She purred as she beckoned to the two apprentices, rubbing cheeks with her apprentice Bristlepaw as he walked up with Deathpaw. She blinked at the angry little Tom Deathpaw, before looking up with her tired expression again. "Alright.. I thought we could check the stream first for water?" She suggested, beckoning to the three toms questioningly. Turning her head at the sound of snarls, she blushed under her fur. Poor Thistlepaw- she had to deal with the torrential Firestorm. But, she had to admit, was a good choice. His attitude would definitely give the shy she-cat a good boost. Flicking an ear, she turned her attention back to her patrol. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Gullpaw leave camp. The rain was coming down hard now; the perfect time to collect water. As she picked up the moss they used to collect water, she uttered around a bundle of dry moss. "Tigerstar, where do you want us to go?" She said, tilting her head. As she took a paw step towards Tigerstar, she flattened her ears as a loud scream could be heard. Dropping her moss, her eyes grew wide. "Gullpaw!" She screeched.

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[Z4XX0N]

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tags ; sully, the clan cats, badger

Stahl's morning had been a relatively quiet one, aside from the occasional chatter from Sully, when she spotted something out of the ordinary, or had gotten bored. But it was the same as every morning for them, especially with the thought of getting to their destination as quickly as possible. The pair had heard of a nice refuge up in the mountains somewhere, full of prey and far from predators, but had also been told that it would take them quite some time to get there, probably a month or two. Sully had been eager to go straight away and Stahl had no choice but to agree, so the black and white furred tom trailed quietly behind his she-cat companion, absent-mindedly listening to her chatter, every now and again stopping to see if anything was following them.

"And then, there was this big CRASH and the fat idiot fell to the ground! You should have been there!" Sully spoke, her voice echoing through the forest around them, scaring the loner's chances at any sort of prey away. "...Stahl? Are you even listening to me? Staaaaaahl.... Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaahl. Oi! Dumbo!" The she-cat turned around, quickly flipping out her paw to give her friend a soft slap to the face. "Pay attention to me, I'm the only one attempting to make this adventure of ours somewhat entertaining, and you're just trailing along like some large obnoxious fatso, or something."

"I am not fat." Stahl replied with a sigh, nudging Sully along with a headbutt to the shoulder as his blue eyes moved to the large, unwavering sky above them. "I'm just not sure that this place even exists. It sounds pretty unrealistic, if you ask me."

"Well, no one asked you, so your opinion is irrelevant, and we're going."

"That's not very nice."

"I'm not nice, you should know that, of all cats." Sully gave a smirk, which got a slight smile from Stahl, and a shake of his head as he walked alongside her, frowning at his thoughts. He really did doubt that this place in the mountains even existed, and aside from that, as much as he loved Sully, he wasn't sure that he would be able to tolerate hearing the same stories, over and over again, for much longer. Though he wasn't one to say what he thought, Stahl knew that Sully was aware that he was getting bored, so she had been trying to find new and different ways to keep the pair of them entertained. It worked for the most part, but soon enough, the games they played would soon get boring, as well.

A strong scent hit the tom's nose and he froze, the fur on the back of his neck rising as he sniffed the air, tilting his head to the side questioningly. "That smells like cat. A lot of cat." Stahl spoke aloud, looking to Sully, who paused, sniffed, and then nodded in agreement.

"Do you think they're hostile? I don't really feel like getting into another fight, at least not for another week or so. That rogue was a pain in the butt, and you would think that he would've gotten the hint when I clawed his face the first time."

"I'm not sure, they don't seem familiar. Be on guard regardless, they might already know we are here."

The two looked at one another, and Stahl nodded, deciding to take the lead and make Sully stay behind him. As much as Sully was the fighter of the two, Stahl didn't particularly feel like having to scrape her pelt off the forest floor, and believed that they would be less likely to attack him. Stahl was far calmer than his partner in crime, perhaps he'd be able to talk their way out of trouble.

The sounds of yowling and screeching entered their ears, and the two cats froze, giving one another a funny look. Trouble..? Stahl thought, opening his mouth to speak to his comrade, but she had already disappeared into the shrubs. "Sully, wait! They could kill us!" the black tom exclaimed, but was presented with no choice other than to run after the light pelted she-cat.

"This is our chance, Stahl! They might let us stay, and then we won't have to go into the mountains!" Sully called behind her, following the sounds, and the slowly strengthening smell of blood. Stahl groaned and hurried after his friend, stopping as they crouched in a bush, and peeked through, eyes widening at the sight of a badger, and a small group of cats surrounding it, shredding it to bits. "Come on, they need our help!" With a loud screech, Sully lunged out of the bushes, claws unsheathed, and dragged them along the sides of the hostile creature, barely giving the clan cats a second glance as she furiously slashed at the badger. The predator roared in pain, but was slowly becoming outnumbered, thanks to the clan cats, and the lone cat that had decided to join them.

"I guess I have no choice..." Stahl groaned, and with a low pitched snarl, he too charged from the shrubs, and joined the fight, the underlying paranoia that the cats would turn on them sitting in the back of his head. They were either going to be killed by the cats, or the badger, and he couldn't decide what he preferred.

[ErwinSmith]

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Location:Camp
Apprentice:Thistlepaw
Tagged:Badger

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He watched as his clanmates joined him. He was in immense pain, but he would not move until Gullpaw was taken away. He glanced behind him long enough to see Larkfrost drag Gullpaw away and he sighed in relief. The other warriors had this and he was bleeding too much to do them any good. He could make his retreat. He was just about to move and he was no longer on the ground and there was pain in his legs. His ears were ringing and everything was so slow. It took him a while to realize he fell over for the badger swiped at his legs. He tried to move one only to yowl in pain. But that was the least of his pain. Either he angered the badger by protecting it's easy meal or his handsome, vibrant orange pelt was easy to focus on. Claws scraped his face and the proud, once handsome, arrogant tom made the most unnatural sound pierce the air. His horrendous scream was filled with nothing but pain and anguish, he had enough strength to turn his head away so his face was not in view. He tried to stand only to feel the same pain as before, but made no sound, for the pain in his face was far greater. He ran into this fight thinking he was strong enough to last the fury of the badger long enough to get Gullpaw to safety. He was only half right, for he thought he'd be able to fight afterwards. This is my last battle. A mere badger took my life because I protected an apprentice. No. I will die protecting my clan, but I won't die to a badger. I will not join Starclan so soon, they know I have a greater purpose. This will not be my last battle. he thought to himself, he was unaware of anything but his own pain. And the fact his right eye wouldn't close. Out of all things. He was nearly dead and his face was pressed to the soil. He felt his left eye was closed, but he felt as if his right eye was open, yet he felt no soil get in it. The pain was overbearing, but he didn't feel anything get in it. He hadn't a clue of what happened, but after this incident, it was clear his life wouldn't ever be the same.

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Location:Camp
Apprentice:N/A
Tagged:Mystery Newcomers, Badger

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After hearing the anguish in Firestorm's yowl that was best described as a bellowing shriek, she knew he would be dead if the badger took another swipe at him. She needed to distract the creature. She released it's pelt and was quick to get in front of it, she leapt upwards to scratch it's nose, in hope it would seek vengeance on her. Her delicate nose told her two unknown cats were among them, but they were much closer than she would normally notice them. She had no time to look over and greet the trespassers with a cold welcome to make sure they meant no harm. With all the other warriors busy with the badger, she knew she had no choice to trust them "One of you, help me get the brute away from the orange one on the ground. The other, get the fallen tom to that white shecat with the leaves!" she said in a demanding tone. Laurelbite knew she didn't have the place to accept trespassers, but she didn't see another choice. She never really liked Firestorm, he was sassy, full of himself and acted as if he was above her. But he was courageous and had good intentions; he was in this state because he was the first one to get to Gullpaw, he was so badly bear up because he meant to save the apprentice. Of course, he could have attacked it instead of just standing there and taking it, but his heart was in the right place and he deserved life.

[dorkasaurus]

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► Warrior ~ Tom ~ Tagged: patrol, Dipperpaw, badger ~ Location: territory

Ironheart did not expect to hear a shrill yowl from another part of the clan's territory on what appeared to be such a peaceful day. The dark gray-blue warrior's great head swiveled around, ears pricked, as Owltuft pelted towards the scream. Following suit without hesitation, Ironheart pounded after his clanmate. His powerful lungs pumped in and distributed the oxygen his body needed to keep him going at that rate. Soon, he found the source of the noise. To his surprise, a badger was there... and dangerously close to camp.

Seizing up the situation first, Ironheart's eyes locked on his clanmates, seeing who was there and who was injured. Scents waded into his mouth. He quickly identified a few- one of them he recognized as his own apprentice, Dipperpaw. The smell of blood mingled in the air, and he wasn't sure who it belonged to- his clanmates or the black-and-white beast before them. Blood-stained claws unsheathed and ready to slice at any given opportunity, the large warrior crouched in an offensive position, his muscles going into a familiar formation he had practiced for countless hours. In a flash, his steel blue eyes caught sight of his apprentice whisking past the others to safety. Blood... Ironheart registered in his mind, deciding that his clanmates were handling the badger decently. Two unfamiliar cats joined the scene, but that was the least of the muscular tom's concerns.

"Dipperpaw!" Strong-willed Ironheart bellowed to his apprentice, stalking over to him with quick, easy strides. His ears were flattened against his skull and pelt raised, making him appear even more menacing and greater. "How could you let yourself get injured like this?" he hissed, his duties as a mentor crashing through him. "A warrior doesn't run from a mangy beast like that!" Realizing that he couldn't expect too much from the younger tom, Ironheart gave a huff before saying in a calmer tone. "Are you badly injured?"

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► Warrior ~ Tom ~ Tagged: Fernpool, Willowtail ~ Location: camp

Spiritwind sat still for a moment as he listened to the older she-cat, a respectful air coming off of the usually immature tom. A few moments later, he felt a warm, furry body collide into his lanky, silver one. Falling forward a little and barely stifling a high-pitched squeal of surprise, Spiritwind turned just in time to see Willowtail stalk off, her head low and grumbly air about her. Turning his attention from the ex-queen for a moment, Spiritwind yelled after her in a friendly manner, "Hey, Willowtail! Wanna join me and Fernpool?"

After leaving the offer for grabs, Spiritwind faced Fernpool once more. A purr emitting from deep in his throat escaped him as he listened to her reply. " 'Course!" he meowed, a bit surprised at her response. He would've expected her to just be flattered and agree, but instead, she was surprised by his comment. Spiritwind's green eyes observed Fernpool's golden ones widening, letting the light cause her orbs to glitter in a lovely manner. "Even though I'm a warrior, there's still loads of stuff to learn! Probably stuff even Tigerstar doesn't know," he snidely added, a small smirked appearing on his young face. Letting his jaws part a bit in a half-yawn, he remarked, "Besides, it'll be good to get out of camp. True, neither of us have apprentices, but I'm still pretty young, and maybe I'll be yours for the day!" His whiskers twitched in amusement at the thought.

((not entirely sure about Ironheart's post... Not sure where the fight stands.))

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[WOAH. That was a MAJOR typo on Dipperpaw's post. It was supposed to say along the lines of the badger running off, not him! AHHH, sorry! uvu

EDIT: Just edited my post, so, now we must do a.. TIME SKIP! Time skip is three hours later]

[Luscinia]

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O W L T U F T

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Tags > Patrol
Crush > T.B.A
Mood > Indifferent
Location > Camp
Offspring > N/A

Owltuft was thrown off of the badger's back, when he noticed the badger's attention being yanked over to Firestorm, shrieking his name as the badger raked its claws across the tom's face. Despite the soreness bothering his left shoulder and back legs from his awkward landing, he urged himself to keep fighting for the lives of his clanmates. He yowled another ferocious noise at the black, gray, and white beast before him, charging at it once more. He would fight until this danger was gone, or else die trying. He sprung at it with all his might, raking his claws across its hideous face with as much force as he could gather. After his attack, he fell back to regain his energy, panting heavily with a frightening gleam in his bright green eyes.

It was in these moments of rest did he know the strange cats, and a slight bit of irritation burned in his heart. However, they were helping him, and he realized that he should be grateful for their efforts. He'd thank them later, that is, if they were able to bring this thing down alive. Once a spark of energy returned in him, he charged fearlessly at the animal once more, his intentions set on killing. But his attack was a tad too late, as the badger quickly lumbered off in it's retreat. Someone had definitely scared it off, but at the moment, he couldn't tell who it was. He skidded to a halt, panting slightly as he looked around to examine the damage done.

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S N O W W A T C H E R

ᏦᏁᎾᎳs ᎳhᎪᏆ mᎽ sᎬᏟᏒᎬᏆs ᎪᏒᎬ

Tags > Leopardpaw
Crush > T.B.A
Mood > Nervous
Location > Medicine den
Mate > Foxstep
Offspring > Soon to be announced
pregnant

Snowwatcher felt worry pluck at her heart as she gazed out of the entrance to the medicine den. I hope Foxstep's alright she thought with a slight frown. The lovely white she-cat's muscles suddenly tensed as she felt the apprentice's paw rest on her stomach, shivering slightly. Her skin was very sensitive to touch, which occasionally, made her the laughing stock of her friends. Not like she cared, they all seemed so happy when they teased her about her quirks. Her quirks she had always been aware of, to the point where she grew uncaring of what others thought of them. Not that she was proud of them, but she learned to accept them.

Her pale, gentle blue eyes fell upon Leopardpaw softly. At this point, her many visits to the medicine den has lead her to grow used to his beat up face, to the point where she could look upon him like any normal cat without flinching. Though she silently pitied the poor tom for his insecurities, and she deeply wished she could comfort him about the matter. Her ears flicked as he asked her about what she had eaten, and thought back to last night. "No... The sparrow I ate smelled and tasted normal. I didn't see any maggots in it, either."

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B R I S T L E P A W

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Tags > Open
Crush > T.B.A
Mood > Tired
Location > Camp

[He's open, he stayed in the camp just in case the badger came there.]

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Gullpaw

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Doing: Resting, worrying * Mood: scared * With: Larkfrost

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Dipperpaw

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Doing: Talking to mentor * Mood: Angry * With: Ironheart

TYPING

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Doing: Looking after Snowwatcher * Mood: Tired * With: Snowwatcher

TYPING

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thirty eight moons
warrior
strong-willed, gentle, respectful,
opinionated, prideful,impulsive
crush: none
tagged: open

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......silverstreak sat outside of the medicine cat den, trying to stretch out his aching muscles. himself and a few other clan cats had only recently driven away a badger that had almost reached the clan. the silver tom managed to get away with only a few minor cuts and bruises, but he knew other cats weren't so lucky. the tom was angry at himself as he brushed his tongue along a gash on his shoulder. how could we have missed the scent of a badger? silverstreak thought grumpily, wincing as his raspy tongue went over a sensitive part of the wound. cats got injured today, seriously injured, because of our ignorance to the dangers around us. after an experience like that, silverstreak would be much more alert in and out of camp. starclan help him if any of the cats out there had died. oakclan had been through so much over the past moons, and it was beginning to take a toll on everyone. the silver tom could only hope that the terrors would cease soon. { writers block, sorry! }

[ErwinSmith]

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Location:Outer Territoru
Apprentice:N/A
Tagged:Sully, Stahl

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It had been hours since the attack. It had been bloody. Gullpaw was badly injured, along with Firestorm who was in intense pain when she left. Willowtail was claimed dead and more might have fallen. It was all her fault, she had no idea a badger was even in the territory. How could she let this pass? She was now on a patrol by herself, doing a thorough check on the territory. She would not let that happen again, she prayed to Starclan, pleading to calm her father's spirit, although she had failed him greatly. She prayed that Willowtail would find her way, she prayed that those living would keep their lives to see another day and survive their wounds. She was most worried with Firestorm. She had been raised with him and he wasnt the type to make noise when he was hurt, whatever pain he was going through must have been unbearable.
She walked the forest floors alert and quiet. It was quite pitiful for the forest to be so quiet, it seems a lot of the birds had left much too early. There would be nothing when leaf-bare came. There was no way she could have missed the badger, perhaps it was sent by Starclan, to warn them that they can't live on this land much longer, and they must move if there's any chance of living. It made sense, but she decided to talk with Larkfrost about it. Laurelbite was a devote believer in Starclan, but she wasnt spiritually gifted. She prayed for a vision, to see her father once more after he died. For a long time, she thought her prayers had not been answered, but she realized Starclan heard her, but said no. In the quiet of the forest, she scented two cats and could hear faint voices, she crept closer to the source, hiding in a thicket. She was very used to and skilled at getting in and out of dense growth by snapping only 3-4 branches. Her large green eyes and keen white ears followed two bodies wander through the forest. Given their stance, she concluded that they didn't know they were in clan territory or were overly confident against high numbers. There was even less prey in the direction they were heading, so they weren't poachers. She was quite interested in the pair, but decided she needed to inspect them further in hiding before presenting herself to them.

Will post for Firestorm once Minty catches up. Larkfrost has a lot of injured cats to care for.

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tags ; sully, laurelbite

Sully's consistent complaining was slowly beginning to bug the dark tom, but Stahl knew that if he said anything, it was likely that his ears would be shredded off.

"Oh come ooooooooooon, Stahl. The mountains won't be that bad. I mean, it's better than the forest, isn't it?There's less trees, more food, less annoying foxes to worry about... It'll be great!" Sully chattered, prancing ahead of the older cat. "Besides, you might actually find a she-cat up there. It's not like you'd find any down here; they're all far too rowdy and bossy for you. You need someone that's quiet and gentle, to keep your poor, stupid brain in check -- hey! What was that for? Get off my tail!" Sully gave her companion a hard look, who glared at her, and stepped off her fluffy tail.

"I highly suggest practicing keeping your mouth shut, Miss Sully." Stahl replied, gently brushing past her and taking the lead. "If we're planning on asking these cats for directions, I highly doubt they're going to be too friendly to us. And if you start insulting them... Just let me do the talking, okay? Stand behind me, and be quiet, it's honestly not that hard."

"But what if they start it?"

"I can assure you, there are many more of them, than what there are us. I could smell it on those markers back there, there's far too many of them for us to get out safely. Even travelling through here is a risk. They could be watching us right now, for as far as we know."

"Well, if they are, don't you think it's a little rude of them to not be greeting us?" Sully responded, a devilish grin flashing across her face. Oh, she had an idea... "HEY! BIG SCARY CLAN CATS! DIDN'T ANYONE TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS?"

"Sully!" Stahl's eyes were wide with horror, and the tom looked around fearfully, frowning a little as a breeze ruffled their fur, and the smell of clan cats wafted around his nose. "Oh, well done, Sully. Now you've done it. Why couldn't you have done as you were told?"

"Because I'm not scared of a few fluffballs."

"Well, you should be. They'll shred you if you're not careful. And frankly, I'd rather keep my fur." Stahl huffed, scenting the air, and frowning. Now, where are you... he thought, readying himself for a possible ambush. Surely Sully's shouting got someone's attention.