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Characters : Living: Sunleap [t1], Bearpaw. Dead: so many Clan/Rank : TC Apprentice Number of posts : 3866 Gender : She/her Age : 19
Subject: Out of the Frying Pan... [closed] Wed 31 Jul 2024 - 23:13
Making a hasty retreat from the Twolegs and their monster, the party had unwittingly plunged into an entirely new prison. As they grew more and more certain they were no longer being pursued, they began to at last understand the severity of their situation. The inner tunnels of Twolegplace wound onward for what felt like an unimaginable distance, snaking around in dizzying circles that followed no natural order. Nature-based navigation was useless here– a dense smog blotted out the sun, and the bright, eerie lights that shone by night obscured Silverpelt. No traceable wind made it past the mountainous buildings surrounding them. In its stead was a thick, stinking air that emanated from all corners of this strange, alien place. This was by far the worst part. The stench clung to their fur and made their eyes water. It overwhelmed their senses until all sense of direction was lost and time seemed to dilate and retract without reason. There was no food– none worth eating, anyway. Prey could not survive here, and the things left out by Twolegs were clearly no longer edible. Not even the water was safe. Every step they took further into the catacomb-like maze was matched in rhythm by the constant drip, drip, drip of filthy black water seeping from over their heads and under the ground. But they couldn't go without food or water. As time passed, the party found themselves growing desperate and weak. As they marched onward without direction, they became more and more aware of a faint, yet omnipresent skittering. Flashes of darkness began to appear at the edges of their vision. Although the scent of the city made tracking nearly impossible, the best hunters among them were still able to recognize that the whole place was teeming with rats. The perfect opportunity for nourishment– yet much more difficult to hunt in their current states.
Natural Instinct +1 to all Hunting rolls regardless of location, clan and prey.
Feral Ferocity (Passive) Negates all other clans’ passives. Having true wild cat blood makes your character hardier, with better survivability and highly adaptable to changes in the environment, as well as confrontations with rivals. With this passive, no cat regardless of clan or training will have a passive advantage over yours. Star Striker is the exception and is still active.
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Characters : [L]Lilyvalley, [E]Elmstorm, [A]Addercrest, [T]Thistledown Clan/Rank : [L]ShadowClan T5 Warrior, [E]RiverClan T2 Warrior, [A]ThunderClan T2 Warrior, [T]WindClan T2 Warrior Number of posts : 2505 Gender : Any Pronouns Age : 22
Subject: Re: Out of the Frying Pan... [closed] Fri 6 Sep 2024 - 23:38
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Elmstorm
They say before you start a war
The cats had stuck together after their escape, which Elmstorm was grateful for.
What he was not grateful for was the place they had ended up. It absolutely reeked! This was no place for a cat to be, and he could tell by the bristling of the others' fur that they agreed with that sentiment. He would love to move along as quickly as possible.
But seeing a dark shadow move across the ground, he became acutely aware of another thing.
He was hungry.
His claws flexed, glancing back at the rest of the party. He knew rats were....not the best choice of prey. But could they really afford to be picky? Who knew when their next chance to eat would be.
So in that moment, Elmstorm silently made a decision. And if these cats were smart, they would follow suit.
The next time that he saw a rat, he darted forward, snagging his claws into it's hide and biting down, killing the rodent. It was no feast, but it was food, however awful the food may be.
Before eating, he looked to the rest of the cats. "If any of you struggle to catch something, you can share with me." In terms of his own survival, it probably was not best to give away his food. But in terms of the rest of their survival, it would have been just as smart to leave him and the ShadowClan cat locked up and make their own run for it.
They made sacrifices for him, he can afford to do the same. Besides, he could... well, he might be able to catch another, if he had to.
Subject: Re: Out of the Frying Pan... [closed] Sun 8 Sep 2024 - 11:27
Wiggleworm"You taught me how to dance, but not alone" -T3 Warrior-
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("Forest Language") ("Feral Language")
Wiggleworm was absolutely grateful to be out of the twoleg beast but what he wasn't grateful for, however, was the foul towlegplace they'd ended up in. The entire place stunk of crowfood and other rotting things he couldn't even begin to imagine the name for, but at least there was a chance to find their way home now. Back in those metal traps, the only that that was certain was the danger they were in. Of course, a more than small part of him wished they'd been dumped somewhere nicer. Somewhere slightly less, he shuddered, poisonous. The air, the water, the prey - all of it smelled absolutely rank and tasted less than pleasant on his tongue.
Nose wrinkled with distaste, the spotted tom looked around at the cats around him, suddenly aware of how awful they all looked. Himself included - most likely. Suddenly, the RiverClanner, who's name he'd learned was Elmstorm, moved forward with a flash, his claws outstretched and teeth glinting in the dim light. Blinking almost owlishly at the other warrior, Wiggleworm turned away with a brisk nod and peered into the inky shadows that crept in around their small group. It was comforting to know that Elmstorm was willing to share his catch, but Wiggleworm didn't want to depend on another for his survival. He wasn't the best hunter, though.
That was a fact that had been drilled into his head from his early apprenticehood - but he could still try. Tiny claws scrabbled on the hard stone floor nearby and, heart thudding in his chest, Wiggleworm raced towards the source of the sound with his claws unsheathed. Before he could get close enough to sink his teeth into the rat, however, it kicked itself away, splashing stinking water into Wiggleworm's face. He reared up with a surprised snarl and stumbled back, trying to blink the stinging liquid from his eyes. "Great Gekala!" He hissed under his breath, equal parts annoyed and dissapointed.
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Mistpelt
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Subject: Re: Out of the Frying Pan... [closed] Sun 8 Sep 2024 - 11:27
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Subject: Re: Out of the Frying Pan... [closed] Sat 14 Sep 2024 - 23:30
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Hornetpaw
son of sunfire : soldier of skyclan
A wave of relief washed over Hornetpaw now that he was finally outside again. The tom took a deep breath of the open air only to recoil in disgust. Everything about this new place was the opposite of home. Cold, hard ground. Lights that hurt his eyes. Rancid smells. And worst of all, not a single landmark to guide him. Not even the sky was the same! The fear of being lost brewed alongside the bit of tuna in his stomach. Wordlessly, he stuck with the others, hoping they could get him out of this awful stone forest.
As they traversed the strange, dark maze they found themselves in, Hornetpaw felt the dread in his stomach rumble. How dearly he missed the taste of bird meat. He'd just love to eat two whole pheasants right now. Or even just a skinny vole would be nice. But no, all he had for food was rotten bags of who knows what. Hornetpaw began to zone out and gaze at a nearby pile, considering giving in to acts of desperation. Just then a loud splash sounded ahead of him followed by the big Thunderclanner's angry voice.
Hornetpaw realized the warriors had begun hunting rats. Oh thank Starclan! Some real food. He sunk low, his white belly fur drenched in dirty water, and stalked the shadows for a delicious meal. The moment he could feel a rodent skitter across the stone he lept for it, but ended up with nothing under his paws except for dirt. "Curses..."
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