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Post by waspwhisker on Jul 21, 2012 15:41:35 GMT -10
Once again, the tannish brown warrior found himself doddling along the borders with FogClan. Bored, alone, and aching for someone to talk to. Normally, Lichenfang kept himself close to cats, never letting his mind get the better of him, or his curiosity for that matter.
But there's nothing to do! he thought to himself, tail flicking to and fro as he looked to the ground, pale green eyes scanning the pine forest floor. I've already done my fair share of hunting today, and even helped Quailpaw with No-ears ticks!
At this very moment the only thing that seemed to phase the tom was his boredom. Not the fact that the very clan that was their biggest threat was just mere fox-lengths from his position, or that the warmth and length of Green-Leaf days had past their highest peak and were beginning to dwindle down into Leaf-Bare like weather.
Little did he know as that as he plodded along, eyes staring at the ground and whiskers drooped slightly, deep in thought, he was slowly getting ever closer and closer to the border.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 22, 2012 13:30:22 GMT -10
The camp was alive. It tried to be dead, tried to be quiet and sullen, beaten down and rotten, but with war knocking at the door it had no choice but to shake the sleep from its eyes and greet the sun again. Cats were talking with one another again. Talking about war, but talking nonetheless. The air buzzed with a mix of emotions: excitement, fear, aggression...with caution and worry lining every mother's and every elder's face. Volepelt's declaration and the realities of long, drawn-out, bloody conflict reminded Fogclan that they still had things to lose. That they still had things to gain. Bodies might not be merely broken but lost, families torn.
He had been there when it started--Poppythroat that is. He'd seen the heated words (the border encounter was no bar-room brawl by any means) that had led to the false accusations against Pineclan. He knew as well as everyone else that had been on that patrol that the Fogclanners were the cats who wanted a fight. They were the aggressors. The warmongers. Pineclan could have accepted the challenge-hell, they probably wanted to, but they left.
Pineclan didn't start the war, Fogclan did.
Yet despite knowing the truth of the matter, Poppythroat couldn't help but feel excited- eager even. Here was a challenge. Here was something he could fight. It wasn't winter, or starvation, or disease, or crazed ideals. It was fighting; something he knew how to do and do well. Crazed ideals played a part in it...but could anyone really say that it was all Volepelt's fault? That the council were behind the tensions? Ask anyone in any clan, and they'd say war was in the book for Fog- and Pineclan since their creation. They were opposites, bound to clash.
He viewed them as a potential ally when he was with Dove. but away from her? Left to his own devices...His clan had problems. It was a wreck. But it was his clan, it was where he was born and probably where he'd die. If Pineclan attacked, he would defend.
And speaking of defending...There. The ginger tom's gaze locked on a Pineclanner across the border. By the scent Poppythroat could tell it was another tom, young, but not much younger than him. He was running solo, so it was doubtful he was an apprentice. A new warrior perhaps? The lanky warrior moved forward, his green eyes still on the Pineclanner. A part of him wished the cat would cross the border, make some sort of move that would justify a little excitement. And that same part couldn't believe it when Lichenfang did just that: cross the border.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me..."
It wasn't so much the fact that the Pineclanner had crossed the border so much as it was the way that he crossed it that pissed Poppythroat off. The young tom just strolled on over like he owned the place, like there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. He didn't even have the conscious to look guilty or shifty, to sneak in. Nope, just walked right over, bold as a moonshiner.
Needless to say, Poppythroat felt pretty justified when he cannoned into the poor sucker.
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Post by waspwhisker on Jul 22, 2012 13:41:47 GMT -10
As the tannish brown tom continued his slow plod, eyes down and not focusing on anything around him, he didn't notice the border, nor the fact that he had just crossed over it. Even the smells didn't seem to change to the tom.
But when a sudden jolt took him by surprise, shaking him to his senses with a gasp, he had no choice but to look around at where he was. Past the ginger fur that covered most of his sight, he could see no familiar pines to comfort him, but trees that were only ever seen close or inside the FogClan territory.
"Oh, fox-dung!" Lichenfang hissed, attempting to pitch the tom off of him with his back legs and scramble to his paws. "Don't tell me I've cro-" |
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Post by Pyro on Jul 22, 2012 18:28:16 GMT -10
Poppythroat was quite prepared to rip Lichenfang to shreds. Quite. But not so prepared that he missed the Pineclanner's apparent confusion. The warrior didn't seem to know that he'd crossed a border, or at least, he didn't before the taller ginger had attacked him. The thought that the intruder might not have meant to be an intruder gave Poppythroat pause, enough for Lichenfang to successfully push him off. The Fogclanner stumbled backwards, hissing.
Yes. Mr. Pine-head-in-the-clouds-clanner had made a mistake.
And that mistake was being stupid. It wasn't like Fogclan hadn't renewed the borders. They did, and obsessively on the Pineclan border. That side was always clearly marked, rain or shine, snow or drought. It took someone seriously thickheaded and just plain out-there to 'forget' the boundary was there or 'not notice it'. So no. Poppythroat was not about to let the daydreamer off with a pat and a 'sorry'.
Hell no.
"Yes. You crossed the border." he growled, hackles bristling. "Care to tell me why you couldn't be bothered to pay attention enough to stay in your territory?"
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Post by waspwhisker on Jul 22, 2012 18:38:47 GMT -10
Baring his teeth as the tom spoke, Lichenfang only lowered his ears and began to slowly pad step by step to the border.
"And why would you care?" he hissed, tail lashing and flexing his claws. "Maybe I was thinking about how frog-brained it is that our clans have always been so hostile towards eachother?"
The tannish brown warrior continued to back away slowly, straightening up slightly as added, "Or maybe I was thinking of how we aren't so different after all."
Stopping with tail lashing, he finally spat, "Or it just could of been I was thinking of the best ways to send a FogClan cat away with their tail in between their legs!"
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Post by Pyro on Jul 23, 2012 7:32:45 GMT -10
Actually he didn't care. He just wanted the damn cat out of his territory. Poppythroat wasn't sure how to take Lichenfang's next words. Any other time he might have agreed, might have said 'Yeah, it is pretty stupid that we aren't allowed to get along', but this cat was an intruder. An intruder. Pineclan or no, Poppythroat didn't care. What he did care about was that Lichenfang as taking his sweet, precious time getting back over the border.
Still. To suggest that Poppythroat was attacking him purely based on what clan he came from. To imply that Poppythroat, as a Fogclanner, out of some sick principle would have attacked Lichenfang border or no...
"I didn't attack you because you're a Pineclanner. I attacked you because you crossed the border. And very blatantly."
Weren't so different. No, they were very different. No pineclanner had ever had to go through what a fogclanner did every single day. Gingerstar was no mad dictator, playing at being the world's judge and jury and the mouthpiece of the dead. Her council of elders didn't delve out wounds for simple mistakes and differing opinions. Oppression was not the name of their game. That the two clans and the cats within them were not so different was a pleasant enough dream, but it wasn't a truth."You have no idea how wrong you are about that."
Well, stop the presses. Intruder wasn't just an idealist, but a tough guy, too. Poppthroat chuckled, digging his claws into the ground. "You picked the wrong cat for that, then. Now I suggest you hurry up and get back over the border-" he gestured with his head, "-before I throw you over."
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Post by RiiRii on Jul 23, 2012 8:16:16 GMT -10
[bg=e9e8e3][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true]Having had watched Lichenfang walk away from the clan camp, the young silver and white apprentice had waited a few heartbeats before following after the tom. Being sure to stay a distance away, and smelling the area, there was his scent.
As she hunted his scent, paws carefully planting on the floor, moving silently and briefly over the ground with her paws outstretched and walk silently, not to stand on twigs or anything.
Suddenly, he was at the Fogclan border, ears wide and she paused. She tilted her head, swaying her tail silently in the air.
Within a heartbeat, she tensed as she heard the nasty sound of colliding. Opening an eye after, she noticed that Poppythroat... The fogclanner, had attacked Lichenfang. She grimaced, ready to leap out and help her dear clanmate before they suddenly started talking.
She decided to snoop about. Wrapping her tail around her forepaws and made the bush shake slightly. Blinking her blue eyes, she tilted her head and became amused.
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Post by waspwhisker on Jul 23, 2012 13:29:36 GMT -10
With a curled lip, the tom continued to back up, still afraid that this cat would attack him.
"Thanks," he said in a smaller voice, looking to the pine needles that began to litter the floor as he crossed over the border, "For sparing my pelt."
The words felt acrid as they came from the tannish grey tom's mouth, lips curling slightly. He hated to admit it, but if he had gotten seriously wounded, the tensions between the clans may have just erupted into a giant battle.
Lichenfang added with a slight chuckle, trying to push past the regret in his voice, "Maybe I'll see you at a gathering sometime? I'm not nearly as blatant as I seem."
He hated FogClanners, that much was true. But there was something about this tom that seemed far different then most other FogClan cats. Maybe there would be a spark of friendship there.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 25, 2012 17:24:46 GMT -10
Poppythroat snorted. "Not a problem."
Well, it would be if any council members found out he let a Pineclanner off without so much as a bleeding flank to remember the border by. As if the mere thought of them might bring one to the pair, Poppythroat glanced behind him. Nope nothing. Although, he thought he could scent someone else nearby. It was a familiar scent, but he couldn't quite place it...oh well. As long as it wasn't Rowanheart, Reedfoot, -or anscestors preserve him- Thrushflower, then there was nothing to worry about. Well, unless it was backup for Lichenfang. But then, on what ground could they attack him? It was the Pineclanner who had crossed the border, not him.
As that Pineclanner crossed back over the border the Fogclanner let out a small huff, as though tired with the whole affair. It hadn't been much of a battle. But perhaps that was for the best. As exciting as war was to think about, he highly doubted it was as great in practice. No need to push things along anymore than they'd already been by Volepelt.
Volepelt...Who'd told him that the Pineclanners had started things? Yes, Harefang had been the first cat to talk, but it was the Fogclanners who were first to threaten violence. Maybe Tawnywhisker...but what did they stand to gain from entering a long and bloody battle with Pineclan?
Destroying the largest concentration of sinners, of course. Ancestors...what was his clan coming to?
"I don't think we'll see each other at gatherings. And if we do, it'd be in both our interests not to talk." he said with a wry smile. "You know. With the hostilities and all."
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Post by waspwhisker on Jul 25, 2012 22:08:02 GMT -10
With a slight growl, the tom looked away, wrinkling his nose and narrowing his eyes.
This stupid hostility! the tom thought, tail lashing as he cast a glance to the tom. If there was no hostility, albeit he hadn't of crossed the border, Lichenfang felt as if he could have drummed up a potential friendship with the tom-cat.
"But it can't last forever, right?" the tannish-grey warrior mewed in a slightly hopeful mew as he raised a paw. "I mean, if it's really as bad as you say it is, why don't you all just put a stop to it?"
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Post by Pyro on Aug 12, 2012 4:21:47 GMT -10
Why don't they just put a stop to it.
Yes, why don't they put a stop to a hatred that had, by now, spanned generations and would probably continue to do so? They were different. Pineclan and Fogclan were different. Pineclan chose to live without something that for many cats, Poppythroat (despite his slightly onorthodox beliefs) included, was something essential. Not just to the mind and body, but to the soul. Starclan belief had driven Fogclan mad. The mad don't end hostilities very well.
Hell, they couldn't even end the hostilies within their own clan, nevermind those with other clans.
Everyone was so...close-minded. The cats who could stand being friends with Pineclanners were few and far in between, now more than ever. It would take ending the regime for there to be even the slightest glimmer of hope for friendlier relations with P{ineclan...and even then who's to say that would open Fogclan's eyes enough for them to see alliances with Pineclan as a good thing?
"It's a hostility that runs deep. Time is not enough to fix it, and right now, Fogclan has bigger concerns than patching things up with a clan they're probably too used to being enemies with to even consider being on friendly terms." He flashed a rue smile. "I don't think either of our clans knows how to end it except by...this."
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