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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The patrol was large, five cats including himself, and Hemlockfox tried not to let himself be bothered by the awkward silence or the easy breaths of the WindClanners as they trailed after him. He was still somewhat uncertain of the territory that sprawled out before them and did his best to overcome the unease that crept under his pelt at each swaying plant or shadow that crossed over them. He felt horribly exposed and though it didn't usually bother him much, today was different. He felt as though eyes were watching his every move. It wasn't the usual feeling of being watched either. He felt like he was being stalked - like he was prey.
It was silly, though, to feel so threated in a land that was supposed to be his to command, so Hemlockfox brushed off the discomfort and focused on the task at paw. Today was all about collecting herbs and, with so many cats at his disposal, the stores would be overflowing once this was done. Pelt prickling, the medicine cat glanced back at his clanmates, making certain that each was accounted for. Leopardwind, Oatfluff, Thistlepaw, and Creampaw. Yup - they were all here and accounted for...so why did he still feel so nervous?
Hemlockfox turned forward once more as the powerful scent of the flower fields wafted across the moor towards them, eager to finish and return to the camp. Though, as he fixed his gaze ahead, a foul scent made his nose twitch. It was hard to detect with the flowers all around them, but it was certainly something bad - something familiar. Hemlockfox halted and tasted the air thoughtfully when it suddenly hit him. Fur bushed out, he whirled around to face the rest of the patrol, eyes bright with panic. The scent was overpowering - it was nearly here.
Nobody seemed to notice it yet, but Hemlockfox knew better. He'd fought them several times in SkyClan - before he'd become a medicine cat. A red coat flashed from his peripheral and his jaws fell open in a warning. "Fox! Oatfluff, look out!" He was too late to, though, and could only watch as the fox darted forward, yellowed teeth glinting, and latched onto the fluffy warrior's hind leg. It clamped down and fury sparked in Hemlockfox's chest. He itched to race to Oatfluff's defense, but it was too dangerous. WindClan needed him alive.
OATFLUFFare you going to age with grace? he/him - t3 windclan warrior
Oatfluff was usually happy to go where his Clan needed him, and today, it just so happened that he was needed on an herb-gathering patrol with someone he was very determined to make his friend: Hemlockfox. He didn't know the other cats on the patrol - they were young, certainly, Leopardwind fresh out of the apprentices' den and the apprentices being newly named, and though he'd typically make an effort to get to know new faces, he'd deemed Hemlockfox far more interesting. So he'd padded ahead of the other three and jogged to Hemlock's side, a soft purr escaping his throat as he walked alongside the tom.
Small talk wasn't something the medicine cat was very interested in, so Oatfluff stayed mostly quiet. Silence was relatively new to him. While it wasn't uncomfortable, he usually made an effort to fill gaps of silence with chatter - it was nice, getting to know other cats, but it wasn't something Hemlockfox seemed ready for. Instead, the warrior looked around, eyes wide as he gazed upon the flower fields. Nothing looked familiar from when he'd organized the medicine den, but he could still try. His jaws were parted for any familiar scents - lavender, marigold, anything. And he did scent something. It was nothing floral; nothing soothing, nothing that made him think of vibrant blossoms or verdant green stems. No, it was heavy, and pungent, and it stunk of... fox.
Hemlockfox reacted faster than he did. The tom fluffed out to twice his size just as Oatfluff looked up - just as he met the sharp, scathing yellow gaze of that fox. That fox, which was rushing toward him, jaws snapping as it descended. Oatfluff didn't have time to call out. He barely had time to move. Even as Hemlockfox called out for him, voice sharp with warning - and was that a hint of concern? - those powerful jaws surged forward and caught him in their grasp. His vision seemed to dim as pain burst throughout his leg, then his entire body. A gasp burst from his chest. StarClan! The stout tom reeled from the pain, nearly doubling over as the agony overtook him, but he managed to stay on his feet. He was surprised his legs hadn't snapped in half under the force of the bite, but he wasn't surprised to see the blood that trailed down his leg. It was gushing from where the fox's fangs had pierced his flesh, crimson and dark. It stained his fur, and Oatfluff had barely recovered from the shock of it all before the fox was shaking its jaws, then reeling and coming back for part two.
He had to act - now. He had a patrol full of vulnerable cats behind him, and if he wasn't careful, he'd bein just as much trouble. He was already wounded. With a quick breath, he steeled himself, then flung his body toward the fox with as much speed and agility as he could muster with his injured leg. If he could strike where the fox was vulnerable, they might have a chance, the four of them. Oatfluff barely thought as he barreled toward the canine. He moved on pure instinct, darting forward and sliding between its front paws. As he did, he twisted, contorting his body to rake at the soft flesh of the fox's belly - but the creature was too far ahead of him. It leapt out of the way and lashed out at him, raking its sharp, thorny claws down his side. "Leopardwind! I need help here!" Oatfluff cried. Pain pierced through him as more blood darkened his fur.
Oatfluff attempted Belly Rake for 10 EP... and failed, taking 5 damage!
Oatfluff 28 / 50 HP (-5 HP)
120 / 130 EP (-10 EP)
Fox
60 / 60 HP 150 / 180 EP
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Mistpelt
Characters : Mistpelt Clan/Rank : RiverClanWarrior Number of posts : 15438 Age : 30
For an herb gathering patrol, the group had been a rather large one. More eyes searching for herbs, he supposed, although he was fairly certain the only cat that fully knew what they were looking for was the medicine cat himself.
Thistlepaw himself had not interacted with most of the cats present, with the exception of his own brother. He was still unsure how to feel about how quickly Leopardwind had earned his name. He did not doubt his brother's abilities, but at this point he just felt so far removed from the rest of the family. Some of their siblings were still earning their mentors, and already his brother was leaving them all behind.
No matter. Thistlepaw himself would be in that den with his brother soon enough, as would all of their littermates. Leopardwind didn't get to leave them behind forever.
The silence was rather comforting, and it made it easy to get lost in his own thoughts as he searched for whatever herbs he could find.
Lost, that was, until he heard a shout coming from Hemlockfox.
Thistlepaw whipped his head up, seeing a flash of red that dove straight for Oatfluff. He tried to ignore the prickle in his pelt as the tom called for his brother. They were the same age, it wasn't as though Thistlepaw himself could not provide aid. Were they so far removed from each other now that the other was a warrior that cats simply forgot that?
No matter. Now was not the time for whatever feelings burned under his skin that Thistlepaw could not name. Surging forward, the apprentice latched on to one of the forelegs of the fox, biting down before quickly pulling away. Hopefully that would be enough to distract the beast long enough for Oatfluff to get away.
Thistlepaw used Bite (Surprise Attack also in effect), dealing 8 damage (5+3) and costing 5 EP
Thistlepaw 20/20HP 35/40 EP
Oatfluff 28/50 HP 120/130 EP
Fox 52/60 HP 150/180 EP
Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace
Leopardwind had eagerly volunteered for the patrol as soon as he heard about it. Getting to know the Clan's medicine cat was important as part of one day becoming leader. Who knew if Hemlockfox would still be around by then, or if StarClan would kick him back to his rightful land. Regardless, if he got on the SkyClanner's good side now, he might put a good word or two in for him. Not that he'd need it, but it'd make things easier in the long run.
The black warrior padded beside Oatfluff, preening in the knowledge that the older tom was now his denmate. Yes, he was a warrior alright. Poor Thistlepaw would join him soon, no doubt, as well as the rest of their siblings, but for now Leopardwind alone remained the best of their litter. He'd be sure to keep that title.
The call of his name came several heartbeats too late. Leopardwind was already hurling himself at the fox, claws flashing as he dug them into the creature's bright red fur. With a heave, he shoved the large beast into the dirt below. He'd hold the fox down for the rest of his clanmates to attack. They better make good use of the chance.
Leopardwind used Leap and Hold, dealing 5dmg at the cost of 15EP Surprise Attack is in effect, dealing an additional 3dmg Fox is pinned for 2 turns
Thistlepaw 20/20HP 35/40 EP
Oatfluff 28/50 HP 120/130 EP
Leopardwind 30/30HP 55/70EP (-15)
Fox 44/60 HP (-8) 150/180 EP
Run Rabbit, Run
Creampaw hated having to be on any sort of patrol not led by a proper warrior. Or in this case, not even a proper WindClan cat. Rapidfire was deputy now, so why couldn't she just kick this stinky furball off their territory? He clearly didn't like being here either. The she-cat's tail lashed angrily at the memory of this ugly creature's grumpy attitude. If another ugly word came out of his mouth, she'd claw his tongue off herself!
StarClan seemed to agree with her sentiment, as they immediately sent a fox their way to kill off this wretched SkyClanner. But, Hemlockfox being the coward he was, immediately hid behind the rest of the patrol. And he claimed to have once been a warrior! Creampaw wanted to shove the medicine cat in the fox's way, but knew that there was no way she'd be able to pull that off without getting into trouble. With a grumble, the cream-and-white tabby threw herself into battle, jaws clamping down on the fox's leg with as much force as she could muster.
Creampaw used Bite, dealing 5dmg at the cost of 5EP Surprise Attack is in effect, dealing an additional 3dmg
The fox's eyes rolled in pain and it snarled and yipped as the patrol swarmed over its flanks, teeth and claws cutting easily through its red coat. It thrashed beneath Leopardwind, snapping at any available cat, but its yellowed teeth met nothing but air. Hemlockfox hung back, itching to join the fight as the coppery tang of blood filled his nose and mouth. He could practically taste it and great StarClan did it taste good. It reminded him of his apprenticehood - back before his paws had been set on the path of a medicine cat. He and his sisters battled foxes before. He'd killed one with his own fangs and claws when he was barely out of the nursery.
All seemed to be going well, though, so he curbed the urge to leap into battle alongside his clanmates, resigned to simply watch from afar. Of course, thing could never be that simple, apparently. The fox cried out with wild eyes, and its call for help was not ignored. A ruddy shape streaked from the undergrowth and raced straight for him. Hemlockfox dug his claws into the soil, and turned to the second fox, face set into a snarl. He didn't have time to react and braced himself as the second fox barreled straight into him and knocked him to the ground.
He hissed in shock and, rolling with the momentum from the attack, found his paws quickly. The vixen was smaller than the other fox, but no less willing to kill. She growled at him and took a step forward right as her mate screeched. Dark eyes flickered towards the raging battle, and she darted past Hemlockfox, intent on saving her mate. She snatched Oatfluff up by the scruff and sank her teeth in before throwing him carelessly away. Breathless with shock, the medicine cat pelted towards Oatfluff and pulled him away from the battle
"Breathe." He meowed softly, eyes roving over the wounded warrior's flanks. They were surrounded by herbs, fortunately, and Hemlockfox was quick to gather a few herbs. "You'll be okay. Get up, let me see." Two foxes might be too much for Leopardwind and the apprentices to take on alone - he had to get Oatfluff back into the battle as soon as possible.
Fox 1 is pinned for 1/2 turns! Fox 2 used Iron Bite on Oatfluff. -15 HP and -30 EP
OATFLUFFare you going to age with grace? he/him - t3 windclan warrior
Oatfluff had barely recovered from the first attack when another fox appeared. As he stood slumped and panting, he watched the flash of red join the fray and felt his heart sink. How could they fight two foxes? It was just him and Leopardwind, and they had two apprentices to protect. He wondered vaguely if Hemlockfox could join the fight - if that was something he was allowed to do at all.
He hadn't even fully registered the changing tide of the battle when he realized that the vixen was headed right for him. Her russet fur pelted across the moor; she moved as fast as lightning. He widened his eyes as she barreled toward him, and all he could do was shrink in on himself before she was upon him. StarClan, help me! He was still reeling from that last blow, but the beast didn't seem to care. Those powerful jaws clamped down on him, and all he could think was how grateful he was that she hadn't grabbed any of the other cats instead. He was expendable. But Hemlockfox held valuable and rare knowledge, and the other members of the patrol were all so young. Still - she'd at least gone for his scruff. If her jaws had been aimed anywhere else, he was sure he would've broken countless bones - and probably bled out.
The beast threw him, twisting her neck suddenly to toss him aside like some piece of prey (which, he supposed, he was), and he landed with a hard thud. The air was knocked out of him. For a moment, he saw stars, and he thought he was dying; but no, he was just dazed. His flanks heaved with every breath. His fur felt damp everywhere, and he wondered if he'd bleed out here, in front of the whole patrol. He hoped not. I wouldn't want to traumatize anyone.
The shouts and cries, both from the foxes and his Clanmates, grew distant as he focused on only his breathing. The pain was nearly unbearable, every bite wound stinging like a thousand hornets, but it was good. It meant he was still alive. Oatfluff was sure his eyes had glazed over in his shock... everything certainly felt like what he imagined being underwater to feel like. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed the world around him to fall quiet. He just... needed a moment. Just a moment. He'd be okay. But, StarClan, every part of his body cried out in pain, and he just wanted it to stop.
Then, a familiar scent. One that reminded him of the forest and the moor alike. Oatfluff looked up, barely able to raise his head, and met a familiar blue gaze. Hemlockfox. He was holding a small bundle of herbs. The warrior felt a bit of his tension ease in spite of the high stakes of the battle. Hemlockfox was here. He wasn't going to die - that was mouse-brained. No, Hemlock would heal him up and he'd get right back in the battle, and their patrol could get on out of here. Get up, let me see. Oatfluff wanted to obey. He wanted to be strong. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to gather some of his strength. But as he propped himself up, a wave of pain shot up from his injured leg, nauseating and horrible. He fell back down. "I... can't," He groaned, but he pushed himself to his paws again. This time, he fell forward, his leg unwilling or unable to bear his weight. The injured tom landed with a quiet oof. Every breath he took was more of a pained wheeze. "My leg..."
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