by yeeee. » Sun Aug 23, 2015 5:11 am
Spottedpaw nearly sighed aloud. I hate tick duty. The mousebile is simply disgusting. But, it's raining, and finding dry moss now is nearly impossible! So, which one is worst? Nasty taste or being saturated? Letting her eyes slide half shut, the tall molly bit her bottom lip lighting, before sighing in defeat and turning to Flarepaw. Flarepaw can't leave camp - even one foot outside of for moss - so I guess being saturated wins! "No problem Noeyes," Spottedpaw mewed, somehow keeping the misery out of her voice. The molly, like most cats, didn't like the water. But still, it probably beat the mousebile, so she didn't complain. "I'll go get the fresh moss for both of you - rather safe than sorry," Spottedpaw said, turning and exiting the den. As soon as she was out in the drizzle, a displease scowl crossed her face. Why did it have to start raining now?! ... curse this luck!
Tagged ;; Flarepaw, Cactusfoot, Noeyes
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Batpaw felt a bit of relief was Hawkcry finally released his paw. After all, to get the angle needed, he'd had to tweak it after falling on it earlier. You know, Hawkcry, your making this a lot more painful than it needs to be. Is there a reason for that? But that brief thought evaporated into thin air as he heard Hawkcry say 'nice try'. The ebony tom felt his nape bristle, but he didn't utter a response. No mid-battle banter. Focus - the best response is a good move. But before the tall tom could crouch down low again, he felt something bat at his ears, his only means of locating the enemy. A slightly surprised gasp escaped the tall tom, and he flattened his ears instinctively. Then, he detected something near his eye. It was coming right for them. It was going to hit his eyes, Batpaw was sure. Even though he couldn't see, he could feel the wind and hear it whistling towards him with force. So, the tall tom instinctively flinched back, stumbling and nearly falling upon his tail. When it didn't hit nor was followed by another attack, the ebony tom felt a strange rush of fury hit him, stronger than the rage earlier.
Hawkcry is toying with me. He's daring me to do better - he got fancy with me because he thinks I'm too weak to do anything about it. He told me I can do better, that I can hit harder, and then doesn't attack after nearly making me fall? He is an excellent warrior for certain, but I won't let him defeat me while he isn't trying! The blind tom's nape prickled, and he knew his filmy eyes started looking crazy. At that moment, he didn't care. Hawkcry hasn't dodged yet. Why? Because my attacks, like he said, are too weak to make him dodge. He's massive and can take most of the blows. But this one won't be so weak. No claws allowed, but I won't need them. Batpaw took a few steps back and lifted his ears again, listening to where Hawkcry stood. I have to use my head. Hawkcry will defeat me if I stay on defense and keep up with simple attacks. This is sparring - I must try out new moves, learn what my weapon is, and learn how to adapt. Let's try a more advanced move and see what needs to be improved.
Suddenly, Batpaw darted forth, and gaining momentum; it looked as if the petite tom was about to slam directly into Hawkcry, paws to-chest. But, at the last possible moment, the tall tom swung his body around with the momentum he'd gained and threw a back-kick, aiming directly for Hawkcry's broad chest. If I didn't calculate his position right, I'm going to knock myself off my paws with the force I gathered. But, if I hit him... it'd be well worth the risk.
Tagged ;; Hawkcry
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"Don't assume your leader is perfect, or even that survival means the same thing for me it does for you," Snow mewed softly, in a different tone- a bit softer than his usual honeyed yet devoid voice. Survival, to many, means just that - hunting, fighting, keeping themselves going for one more day. Yet to others, surviving could be contributing to a legacy greater than themselves. Some say you haven't lived untill you've loved, but that depends on the individual I suppose. What do you think I am, Mossleap? Watching the molly in question exit the den and begin frolicking in the rain made him tilt his head, but he made no move to stand. So this peculiar clan does enjoy water, yet they live in the desert. His pink nose twitched ever so slightly, but he didn't move budge or voice any of his thoughts. Your sure some cat will. It appears their minds are elsewhere - something about prey going missing I believe. Snow finally focused completely on Mossleap, noting her tail flickering for him to come out.
No. I'm not one of you. The mirage wavered just a little. And I won't be. "More often than not," Snow mewed, shaking his head and motioning towards the rock where Scorchstar was. And, although I am not one of you warriors, I wouldn't suggest getting caught frolicking with myself, dear - to Scorchstar's knowledge, I was escorted out already.
Tagged ;; Mossleap
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Mistcloud chuckled, and shook his head. "I understand," the large tom said, smiling disarmingly. He didn't want the massive tom to be miserable or ashamed because he hated the rain. It seemed to be working - Jackalhowl relaxed a bit after he asked what his schedule was. Perking his ears a bit, the curly coated tom nodded. "Well, I was thinking a hunt too... guess I'll have to go alone, everyone else is busy with some missing prey. No doubt a rogue," Mistcloud said with a shrug, letting his teal gaze wander to the prey pile, then to Jackalhowl. Suddenly, his eyes widened then, and he glanced at the prey pile again. "Great Starclan, they prey is about to be soiled," he mewed, jade eyes widening. After that realization hit him, Miscloud lowered his head and slowly turned to Jackalhowl. "I know you hate the rain and would gladly stay in this bush all day, but could you please assist me and help save the prey? I'll pay you back." Mistcloud licked his saturated whiskers, and locked his jade eyes on Jackalhowl, giving the larger warrior a mournful look.
Tagged ;; Jackalhowl
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yeeee. on Sun Aug 23, 2015 5:21 am, edited 1 time in total.
