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Post by pic on Jan 28, 2009 19:52:46 GMT -5
A foul stench crawled up to Rosewhisper's nose and she quickly let the vole drop from her mouth. Her mouth tasted rotten and she spat on the ground to get the smell out, but it wouldn't go away. The vole on the ground was crawling with worms. Rosewhisper took a step back and stared with wide eyes at Littlekit. "Are you okay?" she heard someone ask as people realzied what was going on. "Yeah," Rosewhisper replied. She saw anxious looks coming from a lot of the males. "I'm fine," she murmured. "Rosewhisper, everything okay?" she heard Icepaw's voice coming from the small group of cats around them. She saw the apprentice shoulder his way up to her and she smiled, despite the foul taste in her mouth. "I'm fine," the she-cat insisted. "Just a bad vole. Littlekit noticed before I did," she said beaming at him. Icepaw gave the kit a warm glance. "Nothings wrong," Icepaw told everyone. "Just a vole," he said flicking his tail to the others, his way of telling them to leave. "Come on, lets go bury this somewhere," the apprentice said.
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Post by dragon on Jan 31, 2009 20:03:32 GMT -5
SoftenedOak looked as the apprentice and warrior exited the camp. After they were a few paw-steps away, he came up to Littlekit. "You noticed that?" He asked the kit. As the spotted cat bent over to examine the vole, he noticed the stench as well. Certiantly not bad. No, this meat was good. But the smell was something that was clearly dangerous. How had Rosewhisper missed that? Maybe she would end up in his den, after all.
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Post by seren on Jan 31, 2009 21:28:03 GMT -5
Shrugging, Littlekit attempted to look nonchalant. The problem had been taken care of... hadn't it? "Yeah. It's strange. Not like anything else here. Maybe it's from Twolegs." Twolegs had always been the cause of the forest's burdens. The runt kit had heard many a tale about the tyranny of the beasts. It was a means of frightening cats, and it worked exceptionally.
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Post by dragon on Feb 2, 2009 22:35:28 GMT -5
He sniffed at it lightly again. "Yeah," He mused, "Maybe it is." His white eyes widened at the thought.
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Post by seren on Feb 3, 2009 22:42:50 GMT -5
A sudden thought leapt to his young mind. Maybe he was overreacting. Then again, maybe it wasn't the product of a deluded mind. "Do you think it's a conspiracy, maybe? I've heard that EvilClan has been dormant in criminal activity for the past moons, but doesn't it seem likely that they would want to rear their heads again, cause trouble?"
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Post by pic on Feb 4, 2009 20:17:18 GMT -5
ooc: sorry, I haven't been on for a while. I was in Tahoe and then school got in the way bic: Rosewhisper and Icepaw left camp, bringing the foul vole with them. "I should have noticed the smell," Rosewhisper told Icepaw in confusion. "It's not your fault," Icepaw muffled through the vole he carefully held between his teeth. "Here, let me take that," Rosewhisper said and a tree root came up to take the filthy vole from Icepaw. He watched it suspisciously as it went from tree to tree behind them. "Do you think it's a sign from Starclan?" she asked, her brow knotted in worry. Her green eyes sparkled in the light and made her look even more beautiful. "No, one of the apprentics probably just brought it in without noticing," Icepaw said to comfort her. Rosewhisper gave him a glance that made him think that she didn't believe him. "Let's burry it here," she said stopping. The tree root carefully lowered and the vole was put on the ground. Icepaw began to dig a hole and Rosewhisper closed her eyes to take in a breath of fresh air. A stark smell hit her nose, and she moved away from Icepaw. It was still there. She opened her eyes in alarm. It was Evilclan!
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Post by dragon on Feb 9, 2009 20:38:11 GMT -5
SoftenedOak nodded slowly. "They could. I'm sure that they would do something just like that." He nodded slowly. The kit had heard a lot recently. It just showed how fast word gets around in camp, from camp to camp. "They would do something just like that..." He murmered again, just more to himself.
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Post by pic on Feb 9, 2009 21:42:21 GMT -5
"Icepaw!" Rosewhisper said in a haste. "We need to get back to camp. I smell Evilclan!" the words were barely out of her mouth before she began running back to camp at full speed. She needed to warn everyone. Rosewhisper thundered into camp with Icepaw at her heels. "Where's the leader?" she gasped.
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Post by dragon on Feb 16, 2009 19:31:26 GMT -5
Softenedoak looked up at them, the breathless she, and the tom next to her. "She's not in right now. What's the distress about? Maybe I can be of help in her stead."
Blister and Symphoniapaw both looked up. It was hard to think of any other reason then a high alert why a cat would come racing into camp, screaming for the leader. What was going on? Something awfully disturbing obviously. Blister didn't have the attention span to listen that long, but she knew Symphoniapaw would tell her right off if something was truely wrong.
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Post by pic on Feb 17, 2009 13:41:33 GMT -5
Rosewhisper gasped for air. "I...smelled...I smelled...Evilclan," she finally chocked out. "They're coming now!" "We have to do something," Icepaw managed to say behind her. "Not like they'll have a chance against us," the apprentice growled, his eyes sparkling.
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Post by dragon on Feb 17, 2009 20:39:49 GMT -5
"That's true. I doubt they'll be able to handle it.... They've been out doing some ratty things lately because they can't handle anything huge. I wonder why they've done this...." Softenedoak's eyes widened as his sentence trailed off. Not in fear, but because excitment was kicking his stomach. It would be the first time he would really see a fight, the first time anyone would really turn to him instead of DriftMoon.
Blister picked up. A fight? There was going to be a fight. She turned to Symphoniapaw. His eyes were wide, just like hers. It wasn't hard to guess what was going through their mind, the little love birds. What would happen, if one of them were to.... No. Symphoniapaw smiled. It would be great, flex some claw, and get it over with. If Blister waited here, he would make it back to her. If Blister faught with him, more the better.
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Post by pic on Feb 18, 2009 0:30:59 GMT -5
"We need to get ready," Rosewhisper said. "Even though we are strong with our powers, we need to prepare to fight." She saw people around her nod their heads.
ooc: I don't even have a cat in Evilclan. should I just make a pretend one??
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Post by seren on Feb 21, 2009 16:01:55 GMT -5
ooc: I could have one of my EvilClan cats meet them.
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Post by pic on Feb 22, 2009 14:20:05 GMT -5
okay that works. thanks.
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Post by seren on Feb 22, 2009 16:30:51 GMT -5
On the outskirts of EvilClan, Daedrapulse stooped low to the ground, his haunches unsteadily rocking. The anticipation...it was like nothing he had ever felt before. His talon-like claws tore into the Earth, sheathing and unsheathing, as he relished the possibility of soon sinking them into one of his own. It mattered not to the dull-pelted tom which Clan a cat belonged to; he had no qualms about allowing new cats into EvilClan and truly did not mind intrusions or sieges so long as they left him alone. His one good eye squinting as the bright dawn light shone upon him, he wondered if LegendClan had figured it out yet or if they even had figured it out correctly. The nerves where his right eye had been plucked away seemed to give him a peculiar kind of voltage. I am beautifully disfigured, he had always known. Most cats saw deformity as a means of debilitation, but to Daedrapulse, it was an honor from above in the chaotic wilderness of the Heavens--not StarClan (only gullible sucklings believed those lies)--an honor that often skipped generations. Haunches beginning to ache, he groaned in pleasure at the bitter taste it left in his mouth--such a glorious existence.
Serpentwire (ooc: new character; yay) rolled her blind, pupil-less eyes as she heard the familiar scraping of her brother's claws into the soil. He had so much to learn, so much to master. It was a pity that she was bound to overthrow him someday, but such was destiny. And, the slender blonde cat had to admit, she was growing weary of his mindless prattle about glorified self-injuries and the like. Blessings, he called them. She scoffed at his lunacy, his only half thought-out logic; she had been born blind, not a self-injury. She had had to grow accustomed to maneuvering without sight, to improve and sharpen her other senses while her selfish half-wit of a brother had willingly--voluntarily, even--gouged his eye out with a blunt twig. There was no honor in choosing.
Deep in the interior of the camp, on High Stone, Flamestar's spot was empty, an unusual occurrence. Who was to spread the word of the impending invasion? Would no one step up to the task? Shrugging, Serpentwire rose to her paws and felt her way over to the great boulder.
"Please excuse my insubordination; I know that this is Flamestar's task and few else are permitted upon the Stone, but I must warn you all of the siege at hand. It is well-known that we have been attempting to taint LegendClan's blood for moons now, and it seems now is the right time to strike. During their lazing hour when it is not quite Moonhigh but not Sunrise, I suggest that we infiltrate our way in."
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