An unexpected encounter (Part 1) [CLOSED FOR PLOT]

Crows overhang the remains of the dead trees following through a line towards the Carrionplace. The gray clouds that hang above the Carrionplace indicated that a storm was approaching as thunder rumbled in the distance. The small patrol ventures through as the crows make way, flying towards the safety of a branch with eerie calls following with them. Badgerpaw is not one to pester with, but something about the Carrionplace made the apprentice feel instinctively uneasy. However, the beautiful scent of Tawnypool, who was leading the patrol, comforted Badgerpaw. Puzzled, the tom tried to maintain his focus on their border patrol as he stuck close beside his denmate Pebblepaw. The smell of Tawnypool slowly faded as the strong scent of carrion and diseased rats filled his nostrils. Badgerpaw fixed his gaze on the approaching carrion that the crows were picking off; the disgusting smell growing stronger as the patrol marched through with Badgerpaw occasionally chasing away some crows and laughing at their cowardice. "Fear me!" he teased with claws unsheathed, the suspicious vibe from the Carrionplace fading away.

As the crows flew away from the patrol's presence, rats began to mingle among the piles of carrion. It didn't make sense to the tom that the amount of carrion in the area grew rapidly. Who would leave such prey in the middle of a dump? he wondered, avoiding to disturb the rats from their feeding. StarClan forbid that this was StarClan's doing. The apprentice, as taught by his mentor and fellow warriors, knew well enough that carrion may bring diseases which is why most ShadowClan cats avoid using the Carrionplace as a stockpile for food. The patrol remained in the area, checking for any suspicious activities due to the strange increase of carrion.

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Kill, kill, kill...

The words repeatedly echoed in the dog's mind as he mindlessly killed any prey in sight. Boredom was the last thing that this dog wanted, entertaining himself through the purge of small prey. Lifting his paw from the twitching rat that was dying from the deep bite wound he caused to its neck, the dog left the rat to suffer as he led his pack through the rat-infested dump. His pack, the lone, wild dogs that he met throughout his journey had the same desire: kill. If dogs were born with the sharp teeth and claws that they were destined to use, then why waste the glorious opportunity? The chaos of the dead prey they left behind within this marshy land had been forgotten by these dogs, as once the prey has been killed, the dead won't matter to suffice their hunger. They were hungry to kill, but these dogs wanted more. They needed a challenge. The lead dog was almost considering on turning on one of his pack members, but he left the thought at the back of his mind.

Kill, kill, kill...

That was all that remained. Another scent- no, another victim, filled the air. Despite the lingering smell of carrion, the dogs learned to tell the difference between the strong scent of death and live victims that barely passed through the scent of carrion. This smell was different as excitement washed over the dog's merciless mood.

OOC: Information regarding to the plot can be found here. The dogs haven't found the cats yet until informed. Once everyone in the patrol is accounted for in this topic, the chase will commence :D

Kill....
That was all that was on this dog's mind. She blindly followed the lead dog checking for ascents and small rodents here and there. Every time the dog caught a scent or flash of fur she let out a yip and killed it in an instant.  She savored the look of fresh blood on her claws. A small flicker of terrified eyes caught her attention and soon a the warm, dead body of a vole lay at her paws. As the pack trotted onward, a growing trail of dead bodies was building up behind them.

Kill.....Kill....
Killing and fighting was all this dog knew how to do. She killed for the fun of it. Nothing survives if it is in the path of this pack and she knew it. But now the prey had started to get harder to find, which meant she couldn't kill.

It was time for new prey. New fun.......

The dog pushed his way to the front of the group so he was second in line. He lifted his lip in a snarl and kept his tail up. He licked his chops, running his tongue over his razor-sharp teeth impatiently. His life was about one thing, one thing only.
killing
Fighting, hunting, killing for the fun of it. He especially liked it when whatever he was biting struggled. That was when it got fun. He would tease it and offer it a glimmer of escape- an open door that he could snatch away and hold just above it's reach.
He narrowed his eyes as he watched the lead dog. He was slowly gaining on him, and one day, one day he would fight him. And he would win.

His long tail began to wag as a scent hit his nose. A living scent. It was time to kill again.

The problem with being a wild dog was that you knew nothing but killing to survive. It was the only way to get along with life, which was ironic considering that you get getting rid of life just to save your own. The large black dog followed his pack with a glimmer in his dark eyes. The scent of carrion seemed to be implanted in his brain now, it was the only scent that he had smelt for a long time, and even though the dog pack had been picking off prey easily, he felt as if it was time for a slight change. The balance needed to shift.
And then when the new scent flooded into his nostrils.
A sense of excitement flooded over him, starting at his head and stopping at his paws, leaving a tingling sensation. He was just itching to get his claws on the prey that the scent belonged to. It was fresh, new, and definitely not carrion. He could tell that the other pack members were just as ready as he was to encounter whatever this was.

OOC: I really want this plot moving as attacking the camp is really the whole point of this plot. This probably required about two or three posts from each person before we move on to the camp topic ^^

I've pmed the patrol. If they don't reply within a week, the plot has to move on but we can still continue the chase in this one.

Ooc sorry for some reason my phone was giving me problems responding to thus I thought I sent a reply I guess I didn't I'm sorry)))

Ic: A white she cat with black paws and ears led the patrol of two apprentices granted they weren't her own she still felt slightly honored to be leading the small patrol. Glancing around with light amber eyes the she cat had paused briefly to glance back to the two apprentices.

Suddenly the scent hit this dog's nose as well. She weaved between the other dog's until she was right in step with the leader. Twitching her ear and then catching his eye, she signaled, What do we do now? Is it time for another big kill! The black dog's eyes light up with excitement at the thought. She pricked her ears, listening for the sound of a startled squeak, or a yelp.

KILL TIME!

That was all she could think about. The taste of blood in her mouth, the feel of fur ripping in her claws and teeth. For now she just flicked her tail upward then swiftly brought it down. Signaling for everyone to be as quiet as possible. She knew that a a mass attack was in way. She could already taste the blood of her next, unexpecting, victim.

Time to kill again......

OOC: Aight, lets gooo!!!!

Kill, kill, kill...

The unforgettable words didn't want to leave the dog. Its presence fuelled his hunger for blood and death as he looked on towards the scent of his unexpecting victim. As one of his pack members signalled his pack to stay quiet, she was asking for a good beating. Only he's the alpha! Glaring at the dog with angered eyes, he bared his blood-stained teeth and snapped at the dog's face, nipping at her ear and pushing the dog away from his personal space. Tail hang high and looking low at the dog, he remained a dominant stature as his eyes reached the dog's exposed neck. Submission wasn't going to stop the lead dog as his intimidating low barks showed no mercy. He needed to teach his pack who's boss, and this dog was a great example for a puppet. Readying to attack, the dog charged forward, until-

Yowl!

A loud, cat's cry was heard nearby. The scents became clearer. There are cats! He couldn't afford to lose this opportunity over killing a dog. Raising his head over the she-dog, he raised his tail to an attack signal as he glared at his pack members. He knew that they wanted the cats just as much as he did, and as if a dog fight was never going to happen, he turned away to follow the cat calls, expecting his pack to follow behind. Claws digging into the marshy dirt and passing through the rat-infested carrion, he could see three cats running away from the sight.

Kill, kill, KILL...

Barking and yipping uncontrollably, his voices grew louder as the sweet smell of fear hit his nose. The dogs kept a good pace behind the cats, almost closing the gap but only to lose speed when the cats make their sharp turns. Cats have been known to be quite a challenging prey, but they were no match for the dog pack. Weaving through dead trees, the crows were following from the skies, hoping to scavenge on the dogs' future kill. Some of the crows dispersed from the cloudy skies as thunder started to rumble louder and the rain slowly began to pour as the drops touched his pelt. His prey wasn't going to run forever!

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Badgerpaw inspected the carrion as he reluctantly smelled its contents. He couldn't guess who would do this- who would leave so much carrion lying around. The rats looked too busy with their food to even bother with more food, and the crows were too skittish and stuck to the life of scavengers. It couldn't be one of his warriors or any other cat as he couldn't smell the scent of cat except from Tawnypool and Pebblepaw who are present for the patrol. Maybe StarClan is trying to leave a sign? He was no medicine cat, but Badgerpaw was almost considering on bringing a medicine cat to the scene to make sense of what they couldn't work out. Only a freak of nature could do something like this, if it wasn't StarClan.

Suddenly, the sound of violent barking pierced through the silence. Eyes turning to slits, the tom looked towards the sound then the blood-stained carrion before quickly turning towards Tawnypool and Pebblepaw who also heard the dog noises. His stomach dropped as the carrion under his white paws reflected the result of what he'd become if they didn't get out of there quickly. "Dogs!" he yowled before bolting away from the sound of the dogs. It wasn't long until the barking grew louder as the dogs tried their best to catch up; their excited yelps striking fear in his heart. Badgerpaw couldn't think about where to go. Surviving was the only thing on his mind.

Tawnypool had led the patrol to carrion having not noticing anything out of the ordinary. The white and black and ginger she cat glanced to Badgerpaw telling him to be careful as he went closer to the pile. She was quiet ears pricked. When she heard the barking her ears flattened."Badgerpaw...Pebblepaw  run to camp warn the other warriors!"She ordered trying to keep her voice from rising in alarm. She decided she could try to deter the dog...or dogs from following them but she wouldn't know for sure.She ran just after Badgerpaw and hopefully Pebblepaw. She didn't slow down. Murky marsh water was kicked up into her white pelt as she ran as fast as she could. She would give them a second before she would desperate from them while just staying in view of the dogs hopefully to lead them away from the apprentices. She could be wrong and she had no idea how many there were. Light amber eyes narrowed and her mind frantic and fearful she tried to keep as calm as she could.

The small, black dog cowered under her leader with a small flicker of fear in her eyes. Then she saw the alpha prick his ears and start chasing something. She leaped up and saw the creatures. Cats.... She dashed after her leader trying to match the cats sharp turns. Every turn sent her paws skidding, throwing up dirt from the marshy ground. She started to gain ground until the three cats made a sharp turn and disappeared behind a tree.

 She tried to scent the cats to find their position. But, she couldn't find anything through the excitement smell of her alpha. She couldn't even see past him. She knew she was the smallest dog there, only a couple inches below the alpha. She had a furious look in her eyes and her pulled back ears. She crept closer to her alpha and looked at him trying to make him see her smaller size that could help with squeezing past the large bushes.

Yowl!

 The cats suddenly squealed in alarm to the side of the pack through a small clearing. Suddenly the chase was back on. The pack was right on the tail of the cats, but their sharp turns and flawless movements outmatched the dogs clumsy paws. The black she-dog snarled in frustration. She was running fast, but tried to stay behind the alpha as best she could. Slowly, the overwhelming scent of fear and excitement grew stronger. More cat scent hit her nose.

Kill........