Post by мικαcнʋ on Dec 3, 2017 2:13:24 GMT -5
Spiderfang waited. He watched the moon climb higher, listened to the soft breaths of his clanmates, quickening in anticipation of the upcoming battle. His own breath matched the impatient beat of his clanmates, he wanted to move. He wanted to feel the adrenaline course through him as he protected those grabbing the supplies.
The tom lay low to the ground, well, as low as a cat of his size could lay. In the low light, his smoky pelt helped him blend in, though his figure was anything but stealthy.
“Now.”
Spiderfang nodded at Goldenstorm, before turning his head to the entrance of the camp. It was time. His breath grew more steady for a moment, a sort of calmness before the storm. Ancestors, bless this raid. He thought for a moment, an image of his mother briefly popping into his mind. If there was a Starclan, as Hemlockleaf so strongly believed, then he was certain that his mother would be blessing her clanmates and her son, and probably growling at the fact that she would be unable to participate.
There was no indication that Jaggedclan was coming. They simply burst into the camp, full of wrath and the lust for a raid. He felt pity for the clanmates not chosen to protect the others, it was a shame that they wouldn’t be able to fight after so long.
Spiderfang’s first instinct was to “guard” the fresh-kill pile from Oakclan, allowing his clanmates to quickly grab some pieces of prey and scatter. While not a large roadblock, he noticed a small cat, most likely an apprentice, stand in the way of Goldenstorm and the pile.
The massive tom ran over to the calico kitten, calmly staring at her with an icy glare. While he wouldn’t hesitate to rip her apart, he decided that it would probably be appropriate for him to warn the kit to leave.
“Go back to your den, runt,” He meowed calmly, continuing to stare at her, “this is no place for a kit.”
>^-^< , Pyma
It as sudden. Once moment, Lilaccloud had been sitting in camp, mourning the loss of her clanmate with her new apprentice. The next, a large group of cats bounded in, snarling and spitting as they rushed in.
Lilacloud stood still, frozen for a moment, in shock at what was happening. This must be Jaggedclan... they’re the only cats that would stoop this low. But shouldn’t they be at the gathering?
Before Lilacloud could further question the situation, she saw Silverpaw dash forward, swiping at the leader of the invasion. Panic and horror coursed through Lilaccloud, Silverpaw was young and inexperienced, surely she couldn’t take on a full grown warrior.
Quickly, Lilaccloud gathered her courage, and charged at the tortoiseshell. She wouldn’t allow her apprentice to face her alone.
The small tabby attempted to collide into the side of the tortoiseshell, hopefully putting her off balance, even for a moment. Just long enough for Silverpaw to react to any possible counter attacks.
@Pyma , crystalcatters
In her short life, Minkpaw had dealt with a lot. Her mother had died during birth, a fact that haunted the young apprentice, and as a result, the only family she knew were her siblings and she was constantly shadowed by the guilt of killing the very being who gave her life. But that was simply a fact of Minkpaw’s life, and one that she tried to accept. The fact was static, it would never change. But a battle, that was certainly something that changed. And that was probably one of the reasons why Minkpaw was so terrified.
Who were these cats? What did they want? Rogues. Was the first thought that came to her mind. They’re here to conquer us, or kill us.
Minkpaw watched as the rogues began to move, in an almost militaristic way. They were uncoordinated, yet coordinated. They were independent of each other, yet they all moved to the same beat. They were professionals, this was an art that these cats had mastered. She could see it simply by seeing their damn efficiency.
Minkpaw wasnt sure what she could do, she was useless. Other than primal and basic instinct, she had no combat skills, and she felt like her instincts couldn’t be trusted. They didn’t tell her to fight, they told her to run.
So she did. She ran to the nursery, to Quailface, to her kits. She saw the queen, circling her kits with a fiery fierceness that seemed to belong to a much larger creature. The fierceness of a mother, something that Minkpaw had never experienced.
Without saying a word to the queen, Minkpaw stood in front of her, puffing out her thick coat to make herself larger. She was still young, and small, but she would try her best to defend her clanmates.
sully
The tom lay low to the ground, well, as low as a cat of his size could lay. In the low light, his smoky pelt helped him blend in, though his figure was anything but stealthy.
“Now.”
Spiderfang nodded at Goldenstorm, before turning his head to the entrance of the camp. It was time. His breath grew more steady for a moment, a sort of calmness before the storm. Ancestors, bless this raid. He thought for a moment, an image of his mother briefly popping into his mind. If there was a Starclan, as Hemlockleaf so strongly believed, then he was certain that his mother would be blessing her clanmates and her son, and probably growling at the fact that she would be unable to participate.
There was no indication that Jaggedclan was coming. They simply burst into the camp, full of wrath and the lust for a raid. He felt pity for the clanmates not chosen to protect the others, it was a shame that they wouldn’t be able to fight after so long.
Spiderfang’s first instinct was to “guard” the fresh-kill pile from Oakclan, allowing his clanmates to quickly grab some pieces of prey and scatter. While not a large roadblock, he noticed a small cat, most likely an apprentice, stand in the way of Goldenstorm and the pile.
The massive tom ran over to the calico kitten, calmly staring at her with an icy glare. While he wouldn’t hesitate to rip her apart, he decided that it would probably be appropriate for him to warn the kit to leave.
“Go back to your den, runt,” He meowed calmly, continuing to stare at her, “this is no place for a kit.”
>^-^< , Pyma
It as sudden. Once moment, Lilaccloud had been sitting in camp, mourning the loss of her clanmate with her new apprentice. The next, a large group of cats bounded in, snarling and spitting as they rushed in.
Lilacloud stood still, frozen for a moment, in shock at what was happening. This must be Jaggedclan... they’re the only cats that would stoop this low. But shouldn’t they be at the gathering?
Before Lilacloud could further question the situation, she saw Silverpaw dash forward, swiping at the leader of the invasion. Panic and horror coursed through Lilaccloud, Silverpaw was young and inexperienced, surely she couldn’t take on a full grown warrior.
Quickly, Lilaccloud gathered her courage, and charged at the tortoiseshell. She wouldn’t allow her apprentice to face her alone.
The small tabby attempted to collide into the side of the tortoiseshell, hopefully putting her off balance, even for a moment. Just long enough for Silverpaw to react to any possible counter attacks.
@Pyma , crystalcatters
In her short life, Minkpaw had dealt with a lot. Her mother had died during birth, a fact that haunted the young apprentice, and as a result, the only family she knew were her siblings and she was constantly shadowed by the guilt of killing the very being who gave her life. But that was simply a fact of Minkpaw’s life, and one that she tried to accept. The fact was static, it would never change. But a battle, that was certainly something that changed. And that was probably one of the reasons why Minkpaw was so terrified.
Who were these cats? What did they want? Rogues. Was the first thought that came to her mind. They’re here to conquer us, or kill us.
Minkpaw watched as the rogues began to move, in an almost militaristic way. They were uncoordinated, yet coordinated. They were independent of each other, yet they all moved to the same beat. They were professionals, this was an art that these cats had mastered. She could see it simply by seeing their damn efficiency.
Minkpaw wasnt sure what she could do, she was useless. Other than primal and basic instinct, she had no combat skills, and she felt like her instincts couldn’t be trusted. They didn’t tell her to fight, they told her to run.
So she did. She ran to the nursery, to Quailface, to her kits. She saw the queen, circling her kits with a fiery fierceness that seemed to belong to a much larger creature. The fierceness of a mother, something that Minkpaw had never experienced.
Without saying a word to the queen, Minkpaw stood in front of her, puffing out her thick coat to make herself larger. She was still young, and small, but she would try her best to defend her clanmates.
sully
