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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Daytrader knew she should probably try to be a little quieter. There was a certain amount of rustling that twolegs seemed to tolerate, but make enough noise and they would come reckoning. They discarded these things, and yet protected them with the power of the elements themselves. Whatever gods twolegs worshipped, she had a bitter taste in their mouth for them letting their worshippers manipulate them. And she did not wish to be running, wet as a mink in rain, with her tail between her legs again. With her hind legs just poking out over the borderline carrion stinking contraption, she clasped her jaws around the cold, metallic object poking out from between the mushy black leaves. Or cobwebs? Didn't smell like them.
She pulled it out with a bit of effort, huffing and puffing as she turned and leapt off of the tower of various things she had used to climb up. She set it down. Circular top... She leaned her paw in to poke whatever translucent material was within. She let out a yelp on contact, a tiny bubble of blood burbling out from her pad. She licked it quickly. Sharp. Whatever it was.
Daytrader found a Mini Magnifying Glass in bad condition.
Lykaios"Unbeknownst to them is the presence of the wraith" -T1 Rogue-
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Lykaios prowled the streets of the longpaw settlement nearest to the forest they'd settled down in, his light eyes sharp as he scanned the alleys and yards where other canines snarled and snapped. None of them were particularly welcoming, but a well-placed growl usually had them cocking their heads to the side in bewilderment. That was usually the look he got from many of the house-dogs, actually. Though, they were usually satisfied after a few minutes of sniffing and, if the mood was right, some playful bowing. Though, he wasn't really in the mood to play at the moment. Especially not with pampered pets.
It'd taken a long while to find this settlement and his thoughts were focused solely on finding a safe place to make a den. The dumping grounds they were staying in were good for scraps, but there were far too many rats for his liking. Rats often carried disease - that foul invisible killer - it was something best avoided. A faint yelp of pain caught the male's attention, however, swiftly drawing him from his musing. Tasting the air, Lykaios flattened his ears and crept around the corner, bristling. Whatever it was, it most certainly wasn't canine and, from the smell, seemed like it might be a little sharpclaw.
He wasn't in the mood to hunt at the moment - especially not with his littermates or big pup, Koryos, around - but he supposed a little fun couldn't hurt. Grinning toothily, the bicolor male launched himself around the corner of the alley with a loud, wolf-like snarl. The feline, perched on the ground, was crouched above a strange looking object. Briefly, he wondered what it was doing before, with a lash of his tail, he dismissed the curiosity. No matter, he wanted to have fun! Barking, Lykaios charged at the sharpclaw with his teeth bared and tail wagging with excitement.
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[Nectarflower] T5 WC Permaqueen
[Hemlockfox] T4 WC Hybrid Medicine Cat
[Wiggleworm] T3 TC Warrior
[Firetreader] T1 SkC Warrior
[Lykaios] T1 Rogue
[Moonpaw] WC Apprentice
moonazyne
Characters : [C]indersky, [W]olfpaw [D]aytrader, [R]yepaw Clan/Rank : RiverClan, T4 Deputy | ShadowClan, Apprentice| T1 Loner | WindClan Apprentice Number of posts : 543 Gender : They/She Age : 20
Daytrader was just about to pick up the strange object and carry it off with her when the russet coloured tom flung himself around the corner with a borderline hound-like growl. It was actually quite something. She was about to be impressed, when the tom whirled on her with a yap and a fling of his tail. With a yelp, she pivoted of her feet and bounded to the side, clambering up on the black contraption she had just fished the thing from and perching on the edge.
"What is the matter with you, goodness!" She cried in irritated astonishment. Ohh, and she had left the sharp thing on the ground... "That is no way to greet a cat! You put the heart across me! Where is your manners? Goodness gracious, cats these days..."
She let out a frustrated sigh, and then craned her neck down to stare at him somewhat. "And, for the love that all that is valuable, why are you barking? You sound a bit like a mutt. Or is that just how you are? Strange folk, these days..."
Lykaios"Unbeknownst to them is the presence of the wraith" -T1 Rogue-
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("Canine Language")
Lykaios felt a thrill of excitement as the sharpclaw hurried atop the mass of longpaw garbage, his blood rushing like a torrential river through his ears with a roar. It truly was great fun chasing these frizzy little things around with their tails high up in the air. He reared up and placed his paws on the cool metal and peered up at the feline with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Its gaze shot to the ground beside him, and he followed the sharpclaw's gaze with a curious wag of his tail. It was a strange little object - one he vaguely remembered seeing here and there behind the longpaw camp in his old home. He couldn't imagine why a shattered thing like that would be of any interest, though. Not when he was here, teeth bared and growling.
The sharpclaw screeched and spat nonsensically above him and Lykaios tipped his head to the side, listening as those snarls softened into a strange string of meows. Annoyed by the surprising lack of terror behind the sharpclaw's eyes, Lykaios snapped his jaws and growled lowly in his throat. "Foolish little sharpclaw." He snarled, throat rumbling as the distinctly canine words left his mouth."If you knew what was good for you, you'd climb high and far so I couldn't reach you."And yet, the needle-clawed creature continued to sit there, perched above him as though he wouldn't tear into her when, in reality, he'd be all too happy to. The feline leaned over the pile of rubbish and, the instant her face was in clear view, Lykaios lunged upwards with outstretched claws and swiped.
(Lykaios used Claw. -8 HP and -5 EP)
Lykaios: 35/35 HP (-5) 75/80 EP
Daytrader: (-8) 27/35 HP 80/80 EP
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[Nectarflower] T5 WC Permaqueen
[Hemlockfox] T4 WC Hybrid Medicine Cat
[Wiggleworm] T3 TC Warrior
[Firetreader] T1 SkC Warrior
[Lykaios] T1 Rogue
[Moonpaw] WC Apprentice
moonazyne
Characters : [C]indersky, [W]olfpaw [D]aytrader, [R]yepaw Clan/Rank : RiverClan, T4 Deputy | ShadowClan, Apprentice| T1 Loner | WindClan Apprentice Number of posts : 543 Gender : They/She Age : 20
Daytraders head slowly moved in a sided tilt. What on earth was this strange barking buffoon saying? She picked the last syllable, mimicked it. It felt strange, incredibly incorrect and more doggish than cat. She had little time to think about it before a sharp set of claws dragged across her snout. She hissed, jerking her head back, and after shaking it out poked it back out again.
"Are you ill?" She snarled, lips taut in a displeased expression. She mimicked his more than goofy expression, tongue hanging out and eyes wide with frenzy. She snorted, it quickly swapping back to that more than unhappy frown. "Oh, you know what? I loathe the very idea of this, but--"
She reached down, aiming for the exact spot he had swiped on her. Her claws unsheathed, cutting viscious crimson from the bicolour toms nose. She settled back, sitting on her haunches and lifting her paw up to lick the blood away. Tasted foul. "What, will you understand this? Bad dog. Very bad mutt. Naughty. No bity. No.. scratchy. Honestly!"
Daytrader used Claw, dealing 8 DMG and using 5 EP.
Lykaios: 27/35 HP (-8) 75/80 EP Daytrader: 27/35 HP 75/80 EP (-5)
Lykaios"Unbeknownst to them is the presence of the wraith" -T1 Rogue-
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The sharpclaw, from atop its perch, meowed pathetically, the noise only sending Lykaios further into excitement. He couldn't wait to snatch it up in his jaws and toss it around like those toys housepets seemed to love so much. However, one such vocalization sounded eerily similar to his own language. Lykaios paused, staring at the creature with his head tilted back, and cocked his head to the side. What? Had it tried to communicate something just now? Suddenly, bright pain flashed through his nerves. He yelped in surprised as the little feline dragged its claws across his muzzle with surprising speed, its paw almost moving faster than he could've perceived.
Whining similarly to how his mother and big pup did when they were injured, he dropped onto all fours and shook his head, disoriented. The sharpclaw continued to hiss and growl in its own odd string of sounds, but his curiosity had been piqued. He didn't know they could mimic his own canid speech. Blood seeped from his fresh wound, tickling his snout, and he darted his tongue out, drawing it over his jaws and gathering the metallic liquid into his mouth. It hurt, but he was more focused on his new discovery. "You." He growled roughly, the same word he thought the feline had attempted to mimic. Then, again, "Y O U." This time, though, clearly enunciated.
Of course, it might have been nothing but a fluke, but he had to be sure. If sharpclaws were intelligent creatures, that might change things. They might be capable of more than he originally believed. Capable of more prolonged, noteworthy chases. He could only imagine what fun he and his littermates could have. Though, if this female sharpclaw failed to impress him, he'd be forced to assume that there was nothing special about them at all - that they really were no smarter than rabbits or deer.
