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Subject: Everything is Turning (c) Wed Oct 25, 2023 5:35 pm
Tallpaw squeezed his way out of the bundle of apprentices sleeping in the divot, easily stepping over his den-mates with his long legs. The first pale blush of dawn was breaking across silverpelt, the stars wrapped in rosy warmth. The golden tom sat, curling his long tail over his paws. He turned his head towards the sky, quietly watching the stars begin to soften from their cold glow to dim specks against the haze of dawn. He flicked his tail up in a silent greeting. Good morning StarClan, I hope you’re well. The tom yawned, jaw stretching wide to expose the dull glint of his teeth. Bending down to stretch his long legs in front of him, he enjoyed the loosening of his spine, the ridges of his bones peaking through his striped pelt.
Feeling limber and ready to face the day he looked around camp, searching for anyone who was awake. He spotted Nectarflower and lifted in his tail in greeting before padding over. “Good morning.” He said, softly, mindful of their sleeping clanmates, and dipped his head to her respectfully. “Tigerdance asked me to find a warrior to go on dawn patrol with. I was wondering if you’d join me?” Tallpaw was bright-eyed and content, seemingly having no qualms about being up so early. Dawn was his favorite time to be out of camp, the sunrise and gentle colors of morning spread across the sky always made him feel at home.
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Daisyfang-------Cricketpaw-------Tallshadow
WindClan Medicine Cat------SkyClan Apprentice-------WindClan Warrior
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Wed Oct 25, 2023 6:12 pm
Nectarflower
Gender: Female Rank: T3 Warrior
Nectarflower woke up that morning feeling better than she had in moons. For once, the nightmares that plagued her seemed to have gone and found some other cat to torture. With a massive yawn, the she-cat hauled herself to her paws before splaying her forelegs out in an absolutely glorious stretch. Straightening, Nectarflower peered out over her still sleeping clanmates and smiled warmly. It may have been a hard leaf-fall so far, but they were still doing just fine.
Of course, Nectarflower couldn't say the same for her more selfless clanmates. Some of then, she had noticed, tended to forgo eating in favor of letting their younger or older clanmates get a chance to fill their bellies. Though, she had to admit, she was one of those cats. It just wouldn't sit right with her if she stuffed her face while her precious kits starved. With that being the case though, she was already starting to grow pretty thin with ribs that protruded ever so slightly.
It was a good thing she had plenty of fur to work with though, otherwise it might look a little unsightly. Humming, the warrior picked her way around sleeping cats, her tail held high so she didn't accidentally tickle anyone. Once free, she padded toward the edge of the camp and sat down, observing the sunrise. Dark blues and purples gradually gave way to deep oranges and even that began to fade into yellow and pink as the sun began to peek over the horizon.
It was a beautiful day with scarcely any clouds in sight, just the kind of day to take one of her daughters out to the flower fields. Just as Nectarflower found her paws again, intent on fetching Finchpaw, a different apprentice approached her. Ear twitching, the tortoiseshell she-cat turned to face the young tom, a welcoming smile on her maw. "Oh, good morning Tallpaw."She'd not spoken much with the apprentice before, so she doubted it was a social visit.
Dawn patrol, huh? It'd been a while since she'd been summoned for one of those. For a moment, she thought about declining in favor of spending time with her daughter but thought better of it. It wasn't often that she got a chance to spend time with her other clanmates one on one. Finally, she nodded. "Oh, Of course. Can't have a skinny thing like you wandering around alone, can we?" She nudged the tom gently and turned towards the camp exit.
"How about we check the Thunderclan border, hm? We can even stop by the gorge once we've finished. How does that sound?" Nectarflower, for the most part, wasn't a particularly anxious cat. She didn't worry about the other clans and certainly rarely worried about rogues or loners. Never in her life had she been on a patrol and encountered trouble with another clan so it was bound to be a nice, relaxing morning for her and Tallpaw.
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Wed Oct 25, 2023 6:48 pm
Tallpaw purred his thanks, trotting along beside the molly as she led the way out of camp and towards the rolling hills beyond. “Hey, I'm still growing.” He said with an amused twitch of his tail. “I’ll fill out some more…hopefully.” He laughed, obviously not offended. “I appreciate the company, it’s good to have an experienced warrior along. Maybe I'll learn something new.” He purred, entirely genuine. The golden tabby wanted to grab any experience he could by the throat. He still had a lot to learn, but would throw every measly ounce of himself into being an asset to his clan. They were all he had left, afterall, and he had Sootstorm and Fennelbreeze to make proud. He didn’t want their efforts to be wasted. The tom nodded at the suggested route, silently mapping their trek in his head. “Sounds good to me.”
Once they broke from the gorse wall and into the long rippling grass of the moor, Tallpaw took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the sweet scent of heather and sky. Tail held aloft and whiskers twitching in the breeze, the lanky apprentice sent an amused glance towards the tortoiseshell warrior.
“It’s getting chilly these days. How about we warm up a bit? I’ll race you to the next rise!” His amber eyes glittered, every part of him from the tips of his overly large ears, to his painfully narrow shoulders and the pale pink pads of his paws were vivid and alive with youth. Despite everything, the bones that shouldn’t be showing, the family that shouldn't be dead, the hunger and sickness that shouldn’t be knocking at their door, Tallpaw was content in that moment under the sun, radiating warmth in every golden ripple of his pelt in the breeze. His chest ached to run, like some deep ancient force was pulling at his paws, the tracks of every WindClan cat before him beckoning from the grass. But he waited, patiently for Nectarflower's reponse, he wouldn't go galloping into the unknown without her approval. He had too much respect for her and her time to do that.
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Daisyfang-------Cricketpaw-------Tallshadow
WindClan Medicine Cat------SkyClan Apprentice-------WindClan Warrior
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Thu Oct 26, 2023 7:58 pm
Nectarflower
Gender: Female Rank: T3 Warrior
Nectarflower rolled her eyes playfully at Tallpaw's interjection. "Right, right...but you're still so little!" She dipped her head, placing an almost motherly lick to the top of Tallpaw's head. He wasn't hers, but after having her litter, she'd taken a shine to the younger cats - wanting to be there for them and support them as needed. Hopefully, Tallpaw would come to trust her the more they got to know each other. And not just him, but all of the kits born into Windclan.
She shrugged as he mentioned learning something new and scanned the rolling hills around them - right, this wasn't just a leisurely walk. "Well, I can't say I'm a skilled fighter, but I've got you covered everywhere else!" She meowed brightly. While not necessarily true, it might as well be. Nectarflower could hold her own in a battle, but it was never an idea she was very fond of. After everything with Shadowclan, she'd taken on a more peaceful mindset.
Nectarflower glanced over, a small smile tugging at her lips at Tallpaw's reaction to the moor. She remembered being a young apprentice, enjoying everything Windclan's territory had to offer - right down to the scents and little bugs in the soil. Then, his suggestion of a race pulled her from her reminiscing, and she grinned mischievously. It had certainly been a while since she'd gone on a run. They were supposed to be on a patrol, but a friendly little race never hurt anyone.
She could see the excitement and impatience in his eyes, the way he held himself and how his body practically thrummed with energy. Despite still being a young cat, Nectarflower felt so much older when faced with someone like Tallpaw, still so fresh and new to the world. He'd seen and lived through his fair share of life already, that much she knew, but he somehow didn't let it weigh him down. It was almost like looking at her own reflection. Tail lashing, Nectarflower gave a nod. "Alright, little one, let's see what you've got-" And without sparing another second, the warrior broke into a sprint.
The wind whipped against her face, tugging at her fur and whiskers as though urging her to run faster and faster! Without hesitating, she heeded it's call, her paws kicking up bits of dirt and grass in her haste. It really had been a long time since she'd taken a few minutes to really just run for the sake of running. With a purr in her throat, she looked back, a wild smile on her face, to see how close Tallpaw was. With those long legs of his, he surely couldn't be far behind.
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Fri Oct 27, 2023 3:00 pm
“I told you I'm not little!” Tallpaw laughed, overjoyed, and leapt after her pale pelt flashing through the grass without hesitation. His claws dug into the dry soil as he pushed himself after the warrior, long legs easily reaching across the moor and over the many hidden dips and holes. The wind blistered past his ears, pinned flat his head as he charged through the moor, feeling more like he was barely even skimming the earth with his paws. Finally he caught Nectarflower’s shoulder, not quite even with her but he didn’t mind losing when even his breath felt joy-stained. Running like this, the pounding of his heart, the stretch of his legs, the even tempo of Nectarflower’s strides beside him, it was like nothing else mattered between the blur of gold and blue as the grass and sky merged out of the corner of his vision. The rippling stalks flew by so fast it was enough to almost make him dizzy.
The wind against his spine, the sky above his head, he felt like his very paws were being buoyed by the wind. There was no room left for anything but fierce happiness between the rapid expansion of his lungs in his chest and the steady knock of his heart against his ribs. Nothing left but the all-consuming competitive flame that had ignited and glittered bright in his eyes as he pushed himself just a little faster with each reaching stride. It was obvious in every long lean line of his body and the wild untamable joy that swirled in his gut that he was built for this. Finally he slowed to a trot behind Nectarflower as the trees around the Thunderclan border loomed up in the distance. His breath fogged out into the chilly morning air in sharp little pants as he caught his breath, grinning like a fool.
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Daisyfang-------Cricketpaw-------Tallshadow
WindClan Medicine Cat------SkyClan Apprentice-------WindClan Warrior
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Mon Oct 30, 2023 9:29 am
Nectarflower
Gender: Female Rank: T3 Warrior
Nectarflower chuckled at Tallpaw's rebuttal but didn't respond. There was no room for speaking when she was running this fast, it only seemed to take away from the simplistic beauty of the moment. The sun, finally having crested the horizon, was still skimming the earth, blasting rays of golden light across the moor and making the even dew-covered grass glow. Nectarflower swung her head upwards to peer at the sky, taking in the swirling clouds painted in shades of purple, gold, and pink. When did the other clans get a view so beautiful and pure, unfiltered by the trees and shadows?
Eventually, she and Tallpaw found a sort of rhythm as they went, reaching the hill and running still even beyond their original destination. It had been moons since she'd felt so free - untouched by the weight of life and loss. To her, a moment of peace and happiness, but to Tallpaw, it seemed to be far more than that. Running was a part of him. Just how the sky was always blue and how the rabbit burrowed underground. Nectarflower loved to run, but more than that, she loved sitting in the flower fields and tending to the plants - making little wreaths and bouquets out of delicate stems and petals. Even as a kit she loved the hues and smell of flowers.
That was her joy, and this was Tallpaw's. Nectarflower had half a mind to turn and keep running when the towering oaks of Thunderclan's territory came into view. If nothing else than to let this moment last forever. The thought taunted her for a moment with how easy it would be, but reason won out and she, alongside Tallpaw, slowed her pace to a brisk walk. There would be other times to run and bask in the world around them. Now, though, they needed to check the border.
Panting, the warrior turned to Tallpaw, her jaw parted to inhale stingingly cool air into her gasping lungs. After pausing a moment or two to catch her breath, the tortoiseshell she-cat beckoned for Tallpaw to follow her. "You run like a true Windclan warrior." She meowed eventually. If everything went as it should, she knew that Tallpaw would make for an excellent warrior someday. Plus, he was bright and cheerful - Windclan could always use more of that.
With a flick of her tail, Nectarflower approached the border, shuddering slightly as she peered into the dimly lit forest. "We're just checking to make sure nobody has crossed the border. Then we'll mark our side and move on, okay?" As the words left her mouth, Nectarflower stiffened. A gentle breeze carried across Thunderclan's territory brought the distinct, mouth-watering scent of rabbit. If it wasn't on Thunderclan territory, she would have tracked it down but, alas, even moor-prey belonged to Thunderclan once in the forest.
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Characters : Nightstalker - Rom wuz here <3 Clan/Rank : Shadowclan Warrior Number of posts : 1155 Gender : Unspecified | kitty says hi <3
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Wed Nov 01, 2023 6:33 pm
Crocuspaw was close to the Windclan border and she knew that very well. The scent of heather and musty grass wafted over into the oak forest that she called home. But even though Crocuspaw knew she was tempting fate, the scent of a rabbit was rich and strong, and Crocuspaw as well as Thunderclan were very very hungry. She could not risk this getting away, and she could not let some border get in the way of her trying a hunt. If food was not scarce, she'd care about the borders and maintaining good relations, because when there is food and herbs in abundance cats would be more willing to fight over a border trespass.
There was a rabbit next to the border, and she'd risk whatever she needed to risk to get it. Crocuspaw crept forward, the large paws she once tripped over constantly now more appropriately sized to her large size, and as such she was much more skilled at maneuvering quietly and efficiently now than she was a few moons ago. Easing herself into a crouch, she tucked herself behind some bramble, the rabbit a few heartbeats away. It was then that a twig seemed to have materialized from thin air and placed itself under her paw, giving a loud resounding crunch and sending the rabbit bolting.
Crocuspaw was on her paws and flying over the bramble bush in an instant, chasing the rabbit into the moor without any hesitation- she didn't dare hesitate. If there were any problems over this, then Crocuspaw would be willing to fight for it. Maybe even kill for it. Thunderclan needed it.
The sun was on Crocuspaw's back, but as she broke the foliage and into the tall grasses she lost sight. She turned her head up to sniff, to find where the rabbit surely bunkered down, but all she could smell was the strong scent of Windclan. She took a moment to scan her surroundings, about to duck back into the forest because if there was no scent trail to track when the Windclan borders suddenly smelled so strong there would be no finding it, but as she looked her green eyes landed on two Windclanners.
Uh oh...
She'd been caught red-pawed it seemed. But she couldn't muster any will in herself to care. With no prey under her paws to fight over, there'd be no reason to get into a scrap now. "I'm leaving." She announced, voice rough and maybe some words pronounced weirdly as if she didn't quite speak the language. But as she motioned to flee as quickly as she could back into the safety of Thunderclan territory, a sudden searing heat ripped into her ears, and although they were small, whatever it was struck true.
With a loud hiss, she looked back to the Windclanners as if they had done it, but they were still a few paces away and despite being known for their speed one would not be able to run to her, scratch her ears, and return without nary a sound. A shadow rippled across the grass that rippled like waves, the stories of an ocean flashing to her mind briefly before she returned her attention to the source of the quickly moving shadow... what was that?
The Eagle used Swoop on Crocuspaw! Dealing 9 Damage and Costing it 15 SP!
Eagle: 40/40 HP 110/125 SP
Crocuspaw: 11/20 HP 55/60 SP
It came down for another swipe, or whatever it did, and Crocuspaw brokered no hesitation as she unsheathed her claws and met the giant bird halfway. Crocuspaw's jaws snapped around one of the Eagles talons, her large paws stretching up and grabbing whatever she could, claws digging into flesh and tangling feathers. The large bird that the apprentice was unfamiliar with heaved under the large she-cats weight and Crocuspaw rolled with it into the grass and dirt.
Crocuspaw used Leap and Hold on The Eagle! Dealing 6 Damage and Costing 15 SP! The Eagle is Pinned for 1 turn.
Eagle: 34/40 HP 110/125 SP
Crocuspaw: 11/20 HP 40/60 SP
She didn't care if the Windclanners helped or impeded, this was a bird, and a very large bird at that. This thing could fill many bellies and perhaps her own. Crocuspaw would walk away with it at the end of the day, she had to.
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Nightstalker Tier 5 Warrior of Shadowclan 70 HP / 160 SP
Last edited by Grey on Wed Nov 01, 2023 7:36 pm; edited 2 times in total
Mistpelt
Characters : Mistpelt Clan/Rank : RiverClanWarrior Number of posts : 15121 Age : 30
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Wed Nov 01, 2023 6:33 pm
The member 'Grey' has done the following action : Dice roll
'Hunting Dice' : 8
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Characters : Nightstalker - Rom wuz here <3 Clan/Rank : Shadowclan Warrior Number of posts : 1155 Gender : Unspecified | kitty says hi <3
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Wed Nov 01, 2023 7:36 pm
OOC: Dice roll for Leap and Hold
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Nightstalker Tier 5 Warrior of Shadowclan 70 HP / 160 SP
Mistpelt
Characters : Mistpelt Clan/Rank : RiverClanWarrior Number of posts : 15121 Age : 30
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Wed Nov 01, 2023 7:36 pm
The member 'Grey' has done the following action : Dice roll
'Effect Dice' : 3
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Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Thu Nov 02, 2023 2:05 pm
Tallpaw purred at Nectarflower’s complement, a bright surge of joy leaping over his ribs. He dipped his head to her respectfully, ”Thank you, that means a lot.” Grinning, the apprentice followed the warrior towards the border, feeling energized and content with the leaf-fall sun on his back despite hunger curling claws in the bottom of his belly. The lanky tom paused, mouth open to scent again. It was unmistakable and strong, ThunderClan, much too far into their own territory to be a passing patrol. The ThunderClan cat that came racing out of the cover of the trees was massive. The tom’s hackles rose, growling low in his throat. At least she had some common sense, if the strange molly skipped right back to where she belonged they would only have a report to make. Tallpaw glanced over at Nectarflower, the whole situation foreign to him. Were ThunderClan cats supposed to be that big?
Before he could say anything, a dark shadow swept over the grass. “Eagle!” The tom hissed to Nectarflower as the bird swung down from the sky to have a go at the Thunderclan invader. Privately, Tallpaw was awed at the sight of a massive cat wrestling with an eagle. Mostly confused, the adrenaline stinging through his blood only made things worse. It was hard to think with the writhing sounds of a battle echoing in his ears. Massive hulking Thunderclanner or not, no cat could fight off a bird of that size alone. Charging into battle with his claws unsheathed seemed to be the easiest choice amidst the chaos. They could deal with everything else when this was done.
Hissing, Tallpaw launched himself at the downed bird with a push of his haunches, snapping his teeth down into its soft feathery belly, and doing his best to avoid its snapping beak. With a well-trained lithe grace, the golden tabby slashed his claws into the bird’s skin, raking away a flurry of feathers and smattering its bright blood onto the soil. —------------------------------------------------- Tallpaw used Snap and Swift Strike, doing 11 damage and -17sp
Eagle: 23/40hp(-11) 110/125sp
Crocuspaw: 11/20hp 40/60sp
Tallpaw: Moor-runner is active 20/20hp 43/60hp
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Daisyfang-------Cricketpaw-------Tallshadow
WindClan Medicine Cat------SkyClan Apprentice-------WindClan Warrior
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Fri Nov 03, 2023 9:49 am
Nectarflower
Gender: Female Rank: T3 Warrior
Nectarflower smiled reassuringly at Tallpaw, her heart still pounding in her chest from the run. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." She meowed warmly before continuing towards the border. The rabbit scent still pervaded her senses, making her tail twitch. It was annoying and almost cruel to know that there was prey nearby that she couldn't catch. Regardless of her hunger, though, she couldn't risk getting caught on Thunderclan territory - not right now.
Windclan was small and weakened by hunger. They likely wouldn't stand a chance against Thunderclan's numbers and...suspiciously large apprentices. As she was considering this, the wind shifted, taking away the overwhelming scent of rabbit and replacing it with an even stronger Thunderclan scent. Nectarflower paused, her hackles rising. It wasn't coming from the border, there was a Thunderclan intruder! Just as the thought crossed her mind, she spotted it, a massive Thunderclanner.
Not only was the intruder absolutely huge and on Windclan territory, she was actively hunting! It didn't matter if she had chased the rabbit here, once it crossed the borders, it became Windclan's. If the situation on the moor wasn't so dire, she might not be as angry but with their clan starving, they couldn't afford to lose a single rabbit. Snarling, Nectarflower unsheathed her claws, ready to chase off the rival warrior. However, before she could take one step towards the Thunderclanner, a shadow over the grass and heather caught her eye.
Looking up, Nectarflower's green eyes went wide at the sight of the eagle overhead. Of course, living on the moor, they knew what to look out for - this intruder did not. Though, she doubted the Thunderclanner was in any danger of being carried away with how massive she was. Despite that, they couldn't just leave her to fend for herself. "Stay back Tallpaw, I'll han-" Before she could finish, the young tom was racing away, already halfway to the battle. "Tallpaw!"
With a growl, Nectarflower tore off after the apprentice, her ears pinned back with annoyance. While she admired his chivalry, this was no time to take risks! He was far smaller than Crocuspaw and an easy target for the eagle! They would have to work fast to take it down before anyone else got hurt. Fur standing on end, Nectarflower lashed out, claws glinting in the early morning light, and grimaced as she tore through the eagle's flesh. Putting aside her distaste for the scent of blood, the tortoiseshell she-cat took advantage of the eagle's disorientation and ripped her claws down it's wing next, making sure that it wouldn't escape.
Nectarflower used Front Paw Strike and Swift Strike! Deals 15 DMG at the cost of 17 SP.
Nectarflower:Moor-runner is active 50/50 HP (-17) 103/120 SP
Tallpaw:Moor-runner is active 20/20 HP 43/60 SP
Crocuspaw: 11/20 HP 40/60 SP
Eagle: (-15) 8/40 HP 110/125 SP
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Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Sat Nov 11, 2023 8:23 am
The Windclanners joining the fight instead of attacking her right away gave her a near-immediate sense of relief. But soon that relief was starting to mold into paranoia and a fleeting sense of anger. This bird was hers and she was going to fight to the death over it if she could. Thunderclan was big, and her siblings much bigger, with litters still being born and starving mothers and elders, there was no way she wouldn't fight for it. This was a lot of food. With the Windclan cats biting and scratching and doing what they did best as trained warriors, Crocuspaw pivoted and slammed one talon down and snapped her jaws around one while keeping a front paw against the eagle's throat, and even while in this awkward pose Crocuspaw shredded at the eagle's fragile belly, spilling blood and bits as she tore at it with a desperate frenzy.
She hardly noticed it falling limp, blood coating her giant paws, blood splattering across her maw as she slowly turned her piercing green gaze, hot as molten rock, up to the two Windclan cats with a fearsome rumble in her throat. The fur along the back of her neck and spine prickling up like porcupine quills as she drew herself up tall over the one smaller, and the one much smaller Windclan cat. "I am taking this home." Her tone was hard and confident for once, losing the gentle meekness that always seemed to accompany her. While she always held herself small for her clanmates, these were not her clanmates, and did not deserve the same courtesy she gave her birth clan. "I am taking this home." She repeated, this time in her feral tongue, just to make sure that this was not a fight they would be willing to try and see if they could win. She just prayed to the God of Now and Starclan that they would not catch her bluff. She advanced just a bit, enough to push them off the eagle but nothing more.
Crocuspaw used Belly Rake! Dealing 10 Damage and Costing 25 Stamina!
Crocuspaw: 11/20 HP 15/60 SP (-25)
Eagle: 0 (-10)/40 HP 110/125 SP
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Nightstalker Tier 5 Warrior of Shadowclan 70 HP / 160 SP
Last edited by Grey on Sat Nov 11, 2023 8:32 am; edited 1 time in total
Mistpelt
Characters : Mistpelt Clan/Rank : RiverClanWarrior Number of posts : 15121 Age : 30
Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Sat Nov 11, 2023 8:23 am
The member 'Grey' has done the following action : Dice roll
'Effect Dice' : 5
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Subject: Re: Everything is Turning (c) Sat Nov 11, 2023 10:14 am
Any sense of momentary calm that followed the eagle’s death didn’t linger. The ThunderClan intruder seemed to think she was in the right, and didn't understand that anything of the moor was WindClan’s. It had been that way since the dawn first broke apart the stillness of Silverpelt as far as Tallpaw was concerned. He didn’t have the arrogance to think the forest owed him anything, unlike the she-cat in front of him who clearly had things mixed up. She was not born under the wide blue of the sky. She didn’t yearn for the wind in her fur, or feel the shimmer of stars in her blood. The moor would not hold her close, would not welcome her in the brush of the grass or sweet sting of the heather. She was not entitled to it’s gifts. If it had been a normal sized cat, the golden tom might have laughed at the notion of anyone trying to drag a massive eagle through the thick underbrush of the forest, but he didn’t need to question the strength of the ThunderClanner, her fighting was downright terrifying afterall. Still it didn’t mean he would let her walk all over them.
Tallpaw looked up at the snarling she-cat, blood still hot and vibrant against her brown fur, white teeth smelling of anger and promising death. She stepped forward, every ripple of muscle and the broad width of her back promising violence. The apprentice flattened his ears back to his skull and met her threat-for-threat, his lips peeling back in a snarl that showed all his teeth. He didn’t understand the garble of a sound that left her throat after, but it was easy enough to know it wasn’t well-intentioned. It felt natural, after all the battle-training and spars against his clanmates, to immediately dive back into a fight. His blood was still up, adrenaline singing a song of fury under his skin.
“It doesn’t belong to you. And you don’t belong here.” He growled, and struck out with a swift slice of his claws. His long limbs meant he could reach up and swipe his claws shallowly across the ThunderClanner’s face. There was nothing but the whistle of the wind, the too-close smell of tree-rot and stranger stuck up in his nose. He dropped back into a defensive crouch, tail lashing and fur standing on end, ready for a strike from one of those huge black paws. —----------------------------------------- Tallpaw used Front Paw Strike on Crocuspaw, doing 6 damage and -7 sp
Eagle: Dead
Crocuspaw: 5/20hp (-6) 40/60sp
Tallpaw: Moor-Runner is active 20/20hp 36/60hp (-7)
Nectarflower: Moor-Runner is active 50/50hp 103/120sp
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Daisyfang-------Cricketpaw-------Tallshadow
WindClan Medicine Cat------SkyClan Apprentice-------WindClan Warrior
