The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Characters : thistlemask | grebedance | turtlepaw Clan/Rank : thunderclan t3 warrior | riverclan t3 warrior | thunderclan apprentice Number of posts : 326
Subject: die young (c) Thu 13 Oct 2022 - 16:48
It didn't feel like all too long ago, but in hindsight it had been a while since she last visited the Twolegplace farm in which her and her Minky managed to acquire a mink pelt the molly frequently wore wrapped around her neck, much like the twoleg's often did in the colder moons. It had been a funny sight, but Grebedance had respected the practicality - the mink was not nearly big enough to wear as a proper coat like her own, and it wasn't quite as odd as Woolywing's goose wings he paraded about like they were his own. Truly, it was some of her better craftsmanship, finding with each pelt she made or practiced on, she only grew better at the creation and management of them, picking up incredible tips on how to keep pelts clean through anything. Which brought her to today, happily traversing the path to where she had been spying a fox.
It had become a new tradition of hers to seek out apprentices at the end of their training or young warriors and take them to acquire their own pelt, or relying on the battle expertise of the rest of her clan to help in taking down a predator to then repurpose. Today would be another day of that, having found Rowanpaw as the sun begun its decline towards the horizon, painting the sky with all shades of orange that gradually reflected on the trees around them. There was a slight chill in the wind stirring her raccoon pelt, but she held little to no fear, her stalking over the past few days had given her unique vision to the festering wound across its stomach - even with an apprentice, the fight would not be too extreme, and would perhaps help to serve in fortifying RiverClan's territory strength before Leafbare.
Grebedance had also picked this specific time of day to ensure the fox would be asleep, having observed its sleeping patterns and understanding when it was best active. She could only hope today of all days was not the time it deviated from what she was expecting, but she was sure even if it was, the raccoon pelt would help to throw it off further. As they approached the den, having forked a little ways away from the farm, the fox-scent was overpowering. She flexed her claws in and out a few times, looking at the apprentice with excitement. "Are you ready?"
Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ish [T]wilightkit Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T3 Warrior [P] T2 RiverClan Warrior [F] T2 Rogue [T] RiverClan Kit Number of posts : 2483 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: Re: die young (c) Sat 15 Oct 2022 - 19:50
Rowanpaw
When Grebedance approached him with the evening, Rowanpaw was excited. It would have been a lie to say he wasn't. It gave him a perfect excuse to stop spending so much of his time wallowing, and be active on his paws again. And admittedly, he was a little jealous of his Clanmates that bore pelts, especially Minksplash– she'd been Grebedance's apprentice though, so he supposed it made sense. But still. While it wasn't RiverClan's tradition alone (he'd seen some of ShadowClan dressed in furs at the recent Gathering), he wanted to be apart of what traditions they were starting to foster. More than that, though, he simply wanted to look cool.
So he'd leapt at Grebedance's approach, and followed her more obediently than his own mentor to the furthest stretches of their territory. He'd only been to the farm once, maybe twice, and the land made him feel a little uneasy as they drew nearer. The unfamiliarity of it made Rowanpaw's ears twitch and turn at the slightest sound. The growing stench of fox did nothing to soothe his nerves; if anything, it made them worse.
He'd known they were coming in pursuit of a fox. Fitting, he couldn't help but think. The sharp scent wasn't a surprise, but no matter how much he tried to brace himself for it it made his body tense the second the smell connected with his nose. All he could think about was a streak of red come from nowhere, of being thrown, of blood and screaming and terror.
But they would be the ones with the upper paw this time. Rowanpaw looked towards the Twoleg's farm that shadowed them, then towards Grebedance, raccoon draped protectively over her, then finally to the den before them.
"I am ready," he responded as steadily as he could. His own claws flexed, bearing into the earth. Tonight, the only one screaming would be the unsuspecting fox. Tonight, he would return to RiverClan with a fine pelt of his own, layed across his back for all to marvel at.
Characters : thistlemask | grebedance | turtlepaw Clan/Rank : thunderclan t3 warrior | riverclan t3 warrior | thunderclan apprentice Number of posts : 326
Subject: Re: die young (c) Sat 29 Oct 2022 - 9:18
She nodded at his confirmation, stalking forward on silent paws, allowing the darkness of the cave to swallow her frame whole. Her eyes begun to adjust to the almost complete lack of lighting, sighting the fox completely asleep, heading resting atop its paws. There was a harsh stench of infection present in the air, competing heavily with the already rancid scent of fox, forcing Grebedance's nose to twitch uncontrollably. Flicking her tail in annoyance, she cast a look behind her to ensure Rowanpaw was still hot on her trail, and extended her claws out in preparation.
Quiet, she repeated in her head over and over, body sunk low to the ground, eyes trained on the predator before her. The bicoloured molly's tail lashed as her indicator to the apprentice the fight was about to begin, and she threw herself on top of the fox, finding it stunned with the sudden appearance of not one, but two ready to fight cats. Grebedance sunk her claws into its shoulders, unphased with how it couldn't manage the energy to throw her off.
Grebedance has used Leap and Hold! Stunned Fox for 2 turns, dealing 8 damage and using 15 stamina.
Fox*: 42/50 HP (-8) 150/150 SP
Grebedance: 50/50 HP 105/120 SP (-15)
Rowanpaw: 20/20 HP 60/60 SP
*reduced stats due to injury (if this is too low, lmk and we can bump it back up!)
Last edited by oryx on Sat 29 Oct 2022 - 9:18; edited 1 time in total
Mistpelt
Characters : Mistpelt Clan/Rank : RiverClanWarrior Number of posts : 15017 Age : 30
Subject: Re: die young (c) Sat 29 Oct 2022 - 9:18
The member 'oryx' has done the following action : Dice roll
'Effect Dice' : 4
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Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ish [T]wilightkit Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T3 Warrior [P] T2 RiverClan Warrior [F] T2 Rogue [T] RiverClan Kit Number of posts : 2483 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: Re: die young (c) Sat 26 Nov 2022 - 3:30
Rowanpaw
Grebedance disappeared into the tight burrow, and Rowanpaw watched her go for a moment before remembering himself and ducking in after her. The entrance squeezed at this sides, and the reek of sickness and stale dirt clogged his nose. The apprentice stifled a sneeze, head ducking to press his nose against his chest and not alert their quarry. When he looked up, Rowanpaw found Grebedance turned to give him a brief glance, likely making sure he hadn't turned and fled, leaving her to fight alone-- and just past her, the fox, its body rattling through stubborn breaths. There was only one more beat of near-quiet, broken by the lash of Grebedance's tail and the molly shooting forward.
With a hiss, Rowanpaw rocked forward and sent himself into the fight. Though the fox couldn't even manage the energy to pitch Grebedance off its back, Rowanpaw was still leary, hesitant to put himself in front of its snapping fangs. But there he was, determined paws guiding him right to its teeth. Rising upwards as much as he could, he unsheathed his claws and silently raked them over the beasts muzzle, quietly reveling in the croaking yap of pain that left it. Driven by adrenaline, Rowanpaw bounced when his paws landed again, using the extra beat of momentum to deliver another sharp blow to the fox's chest.
Rowanpaw used Front Paw Strike and Desperate Blows on the Fox, dealing 10 (6+4) damage and costing 14 (7+7) stamina.
