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 : [S]ilverdusk, [L]ouse, [N]ettleweaver, [V]iperpaw, [P]etalkit, [C]lovermottle, Brackendawn* Burningpaw*, Oakberry*, Ospreypaw*, Weaselpaw*, Gladepaw*, Darkflower*, Pumapaw*, Hazeflight*, Driftcloud*, Spructhorn*, Hollyshard*, Ospreypaw*, Blurrypaw*, Dapplekit*, Jaguar* Clan/Rank : [S] ThunderClan T5 warrior [L] T3 rogue [N] Shadowclan T3 warrior [V] WindClan Apprentice [P] ThunderClan kit [C] RiverClan perma-queen Number of posts : 2364 Gender : any pronouns Age : 20
Subject: jabberjays [c] Tue 25 Jun 2024 - 5:32
Nettlweweaver siddled up to Silverhawk’s side, a grin worming its way onto his maw “I never got to congratulate you on your promotion, dear friend. Perhaps ShadowClan isn’t doomed to suffer for too much longer with Leopardstar at the helm.” He blinked, stretching languidly. Greenleaf was upon them, in their first conversation as friends the older tom had told him of how he hated this season, and as the air was left thick and sticky from the rising humidity, Nettleweaver found himself growing a dislike for the warmth. Leafbare was still his least favourite, and he looked forward to Leaffall. That one was both Silverhawk and Hedgepaw’s favourite, or she had hoped it would be. He was excited to see the forest in fiery tones too, he could match his eyes to the leaves and the sky that way, and the thick fog his pelt. It was like a season made for him, but that was vain thinking.
His gaze slid back to the thick furred warrior “I hope that last comment didn’t offend you, I am at odds with our current leadership. Your promotion, it makes you quite the saviour.” he paused, there was a question of the tip of his tongue about that topic, but with a shake of his head Nettleweaver moved on. More than just a question, but he did not want to push it, perhaps his friend in all his faux-humility, would not indulge his curiosity. He would just have to get his answers another way, not that he’d given much thought to which route was better. The only difference had been the pent up energy that he needed to dispel, and that passing mention all those moons ago that he use to tussle with Crabpaw.
Silverhawk probably hadnt been expecting the younger warrior to spring onto his back, pushing him into the dirt. With him compromised, Nettleweaver’s eyes flicked over their surroundings before leaning into down, whiskers brushing his ear. ”Sorry if this is unconventional,” he giggled, breath tickling Silverhawk’s ears “I just had something important to say, and I got all excited. It is a secret…” he shivered, giggling again. The energy he had tried to expel, threatening him again. How he adored secrets, and sharing what he knew with those he wanted to know… That was the best part. He loved seeing what they did when they were told, how they reacted, if they told more. And when he put his own little spin on those secrets… His teeth chittered.
“Leopardstar has a surprise for the next half moon meeting, there might be war! She’s angry, a WindClan warrior deep in our territory attempted to kill Lilyvalley, she hasn’t been participating in clan duties because she’s injured from the fight, not because she’s useless. What do you think of that? Shouldn’t she have told you if you’re on this council of her’s?” There was more to the secret, namely Nettleweaver’s involvement, but if he broke it up he could enjoy it more. He applied a little more pressure to Silverhawk’s back.
Nettleweaver used Leap and Hold on Silverhawk! Dealing -7 HP and costing -10 EP
Silverhawk’s head angled to the side to take Nettleweaver in as the younger tom moved closer. He knew Nettleweaver had little regard for their leader, but to hear him speak of Leopardstar so contentiously surprised Silverhawk. Not that he minded. There was little room in his thoughts to mind much, anyway, with the way Nettleweaver congratulated him on his promotion. Silverhawk swelled up and purred, ”Not at all. And thank you.” A part of him wondered if Nettleweaver’s words were hollow, spoken only to sway his favor--and Silverhawk was partially sure this was the case--but it did not matter. He reveled in the acknowledgment, his pelt growing warm from it. ”A savior...” His pawpads tingled. ”I like the sound of that. That’s what I aim to be.”
Then, with no warning, Nettleweaver had gone from walking beside him to pouncing on his back, shoving him into the dirt. An undignified yelp left Silverhawk before he had the wherewithal to bite it down. Fury bubbled up in his chest and his head became full with thoughts of tearing Nettleweaver’s ears clean from his head, but Silverhawk grit his teeth and pushed out tight breaths. Nettleweaver was a friend--an ally. A potentially useful tool. He let Nettleweaver hold him down and speak quietly into his ear.
War… the thought made Silverhawk’s pulse race. His claws itched for bloodshed; his good sense scorned the idea; his pride raged at the fact that it was Nettleweaver who told him rather than Leopardstar.
Silverhawk suddenly decided he was done with this game. He wriggled just enough to grind his pads against the mud and then shoved up hard, dislodging Nettleweaver from his shoulders. He shrugged the young tom off and squirmed away so he had room to shake out his pelt. His head swung around and he fixed Nettleweaver under his attention, eyes narrowing. "Is that so?" He said with a snap of his tail. "And how did you manage to find out before her council did?" A wry grin curled onto his muzzle. "Don't tell me you had a paw in it."
Silverhawk attempted Duck and Twist... attempt successful! Dealt 7 damage and cost 10 EP.
He was angry! Nettleweaver didn’t miss the way Silverhawk tensed briefly, or the yelp he let out as he pushed him into the dirt. He grimaced at that, he hadn’t wanted to really push him down so hard, but his muscles ached with the effort of restraint. The tom’s writhing paused briefly as he let the information truly settle. The previous anger that had just adorned his features petering out and then manifesting in a sizzling energy. From his position, Nettleweaver felt Silverhawk’s heart rate spike, felt him thrumming with… He didn’t know. His friend’s face was in the mud, not visible to him. His body shook, annoyed at himself for rushing ahead, depriving himself of half the fun of secrets. He’d probably collected himself by now, knew how to hide whatever real emotions the younger warrior had drawn up.
Caught up in kicking himself, he didn’t feel the change beneath him until he found his back slamming into the mud. For the briefest of moments he was annoyed at the lack of warning from Silverhawk, but it was deserved considering he’d also shoved him into the ground. Nettleweaver stumbled to his paws, baring his teeth apologetically. He’d hoped surprising him would have alleviated that static in his bones, but still the white tom could not ground himself. “Can we spar?” he asked quickly, his breath becoming ragged. “It’s just so…” He screwed his eyes shut, but that didn’t help and the tabby was already asking for more information. Nettleweaver needed to get a grip on the situation. Why did he feel like he was going to explode?
He inhaled sharply, mismatched eyes snapping open as he charged towards him. His claws remained sheathed as he swatted at Silverhawk’s flank. “I’d rather not have known before you. Trust me.” mewed Nettleweaver, darting to his other side and pawing again. ”You assume correctly, but-“ he was definitely going to get in trouble with his friend soon, so before he could feel that anger truly he leapt back, paws twisting to keep him balanced in the mud. “- I’m only involved because that stupid she-cat can’t fight.” he could rant about that in itself for moons, how had she been made a warrior once more when that was the level of her ability? Even the weakest kit in the ShadowClan nursery held a real chance at beating Lilypaw. ”So…” he suppressed a growl, his nostrils flaring with his haggard breath “Claws or no claws for our spar, Silverhawk?” This was going to be a spar, Nettleweaver needed this. He was so worked up, he hoped Silverhawk said claws, he liked the snagging, it relieved stress better. The fact he hadn’t had to hold back so much when fighting Asmodeus had made that particularly enjoyable, blowing off steam with an almost real fight was truly what he needed.
Nettleweaver used Claw on Silverhawk! Dealing -11 HP and costing -5 EP
Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ishpaw [Fa]lconpaw [Fo]xpaw Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T5 Warrior [P] (T3) RiverClan Hybrid MCA [F] ShadowClan Apprentice [Fa] WindClan Apprentice [Fo] SkyClan Apprentice Number of posts : 2800 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: Re: jabberjays [c] Thu 8 Aug 2024 - 8:42
SILVERHAWK
The darker the weather...
His response mad something sizzle in Nettleweaver, a new kind of agitation. Silverhawk could see it, taste it, even if he could not place it. Had Nettleweaver been hoping to gain something from him? Or perhaps expecting a longer break in his composure? Silverhawk wanted to scoff at either thought. Even to a friend, he would never be so easy. Nettleweaver would have to work a little harder at wearing him down than surprise-delivering the possibility of war.
The question came--a little belatedly--if they could spar, and Silverhawk braced his muscles in preparation. A smile curled his lips. Sparring had been his favorite since he was old enough to understand the concept. He was going to agree, but he had little time to respond before Nettleweaver was already running forward to whack a paw against his flank, twisting around to his other side. Silverhawk let him get his hits in and twisted around to keep his eyes on the young tom. Nettleweaver was still talking… and his condemnatory words helped to garner Silverhawk’s interest. So far as he knew, there was only one cat in the Clan Nettleweaver would speak of so spitefully. And only one that had recently come back hurting after a patrol.
”Oh?” Silverhawk hummed. His tail waved slowly, and his thick fur rippled as his muscles began to tighten. Then Nettleweaver surprised him again. The final question turned Silverhawk’s smile into something wolfish. Most cats staunchly abided by the rule to never use claws in a spar, but it was Silverhawk’s favorite way to fight. That was how he and Hawkmist often wrestled. ”If we’re going to spar, why don’t we at least make it fun? See if you can draw a little blood on me.”
Then he was moving forward, closing the distance between them fast. Silverhawk twisted to sink his teeth into Nettleweaver’s scruff and bit down until he felt tiny wells of blood pressing into his mouth. Silverhawk grinned into the hold and planted his paws hard in the mud to ensure he would not slip and lose his grip. Through the mouthful of fur, he said, ”What trouble did Lilyvalley get herself into?” A brief release to resituate his grip and then he was clamping down again. ”Don’t tell me she’s the instigator. I’d have to… have words with her if she were.”
Silverhawk used Bite and Hold, dealing 10 damage and costing 15 EP. Nettleweaver is held for 1 turn.
Silverhawk’s wolfish smile had Nettleweaver grinning wickedly too, his paws kneading the ground with excitement. His eyes moved raptly over the older warrior’s frame as he tensed. Silverhawk was pleased with him, not even a trace of annoyance. His chest tightened, and he stored that tidbit away Silverhawk likes sparring… With claws. The thought was one that settled deep in his mind, drawn out for emphasis. This one was important. “I’m up for the challenge.” He straightened up, unwinding the tension within himself. Nettleweaver wanted to prove himself, and he would. What good was a cat that complained about the skill of others, when his prowess was the merit of his own mouth. He’d show Silverhawk.
No sooner than he had spoken, was the large tom bearing down upon him, a gleeful look in his eyes, though it did nothing to never Nettleweaver. He had asked for a spar like this, wanted a spar like this and so the look in Silverhawk’s eyes only egged on his antics. Teeth sank into his scruff, piercing his skin. He wouldn’t lie it hurt, but the boundless energy that had been plaguing him before began to dissipate further. The white tom gritted his teeth together, refusing to even acknowledge the pain when he was feeling better. Silverhawk was peaking again, his voice muffled. Nettleweaver’s ear swivelled, attempting to catch his words, smiling as he easily caught on to who this was about. He didn’t even have to say her name! He knew him so well! The pressure on his scruff was released, and he pushed up only for the tabby to clamp down again, this time harder.
A slight growl escaped the younger warrior’s lips. His friend was not going to let him slip away so easily. His eyes darted to the legs plated either side of him, an idea forming. With a jerk of his head, not enough to escape Silverhawk’s steadfast grip, he secured his teeth around his ankle and clamped down. The metallic taste of blood hit tongue, shortly followed by the grip on his scruff finally relaxing. With a pleased grin, he pulled away entirely, scrambling out from under him.
”Failing to defend our borders and escort an intruder.” he said, crouching ready for the next time they would meet with claw and fang. “Unfortunately she wasn’t, but she did abandon the patrol almost entirely so it is hard to say… I only knew she was in trouble from her screams. Now I have one up on her.” his chest expanded at the thought eyes gleaming “Do you agree she’s useless then?” For several heart beats he remained fixated on Silverhawk and then he felt a warm trickle down his shoulder. Be broke away from his gaze to watch as the crimson marred his pelt. His grin only widened.
Nettleweaver used bite on Silverhawk! Dealing -11 HP and costing -5 EP! Nettleweaver is no longer held!
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