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Post by Cloudbat on Nov 17, 2011 5:54:48 GMT -10
OOC: Joinee notes
Flash Event: An event planned and executed quickly, with no planned direction or ending.
Instigating incident: Streamclanners, unhappy with the way the other clans see them as 'weak' after the loss of their leader, plan to steal prey from Pineclan to show their strength. Individual motives may vary.
Guidelines:
- This is an event you can drop in and out of at will. You could post once and disappear, and the thread will continue without you. There's no obligation at any point to stay involved. PERFECT FOR BUSY RPERS!
- ANYONE CAN JOIN AT ANY TIME! There is never too many cats!
- Open to Stream and Pine cats. For other clans/loners, ask an admin and state your cats motives (admin'll probably say yes!)
- There are no rules! Your cat can join and do whatever you want. Want to try and stop the Streamclanners? Be our guest. Want to get the Pineclan leader involved? Have fun :D Want to begin a war? We won't protest! Just have fun :D
- There is absolutely, 100% no direction for this. Just post and see where it leads :D
- No post order! Ever.
- Include every joinee, early or late.
Cloudie's notes
This is the glorious opening of the StreamClan flash event! This is specifically designed so anyone (yes, anyone) can join. Evidently, however, we need at least 2 more cats. This begins with Duskstorm, my cat, at the border, planning the theft– the “companions” she refers to can be any cat who joined her when they decided to steal earlier. [/size]  BIC: Duskstorm was an irrational mood. One might even call it insane. But at its very root was a desire that she’d managed to convince herself that she’d left in apprenticehood – the desire to impress and get rewarded with respect and admiration. Hence her plan to steal prey from PineClan. Okay, it wasn’t her plan alone – she had help. Secretly, the tortoiseshell was somewhat pleased with herself that she’d even managed to get this much assistance. It wasn’t just her persuasive skills, of course – the others shared her frustration about the abnormal amount of things going wrong in StreamClan. Mange, minor illnesses, dirty water from Twoleg activities… …and of course a lack of prey. She twinged, slightly, at the thought of what Dovepaw might think of her if it went wrong…and reminded herself she didn’t care what the fluff-brained apprentice thought. The warrior had always warned her that she wasn’t a good cat. Well, the little gray-and-white goof might have proof soon. But the loss of one insignificant apprentice’s liking was nothing compared to what might be gained among her own peers. Respect, at least. Perhaps even the beginning of friendships. Duskstorm did not hate her Clan, far from it – she simply failed to understand them, which made her frustrated and made her keep away, afraid of messing up. Speaking of messing up…speaking in a low meow, just in case anyone was nearby (though she didn’t smell it) she went over the plan with her companions. “Okay, gang. First, we’ll roll in the pine needle piles – that will smother our scents. Then, we go through the Gathering place to get to PineClan. Once there, we split up, but we all stay within about three tree-lengths of each other. Remember, leave markers – we don’t want to get lost. Or remember landmarks, whatever works better for you.
Either way, we all meet up once we’ve caught something – and no more than one thing. Remember, we’re sending a message, not causing a war. We’re also salvaging our own honor – you all know as well as I do what the other Clans have been saying about us lately. Besides, talk about acceptable victims – if we’re going to steal from anyone, it should be them. Hey, I have nothing against them personally, but I bet FogClan would pat our backs if they knew what we were up to.” She snorted, but quietly. It had actually been kind of fun making the plan. Was this the sort of thing leaders got to do? No wonder that hardass Jaegerstar liked power so much. Sure, she was born with a giant stick up her butt, but she was still a pretty good leader. Not that Duskstorm would ever tell her that. Not that Duskstorm would tell her a thing, considering Jaegerstar would eat them alive if she knew what they were about to do.  |
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Post by ambird on Nov 20, 2011 9:07:29 GMT -10
Looking around, the mostly white cat looked up from her train of thought. Bignose had been following Duskstorm through the territory. Why were they carrying out this "evil" plan? Quite frankly, they didn't have any food to spare. It was this, or starvation. She herself had always kept herself from starving, and just because she'd joined this stupid Clan didn't mean she had to die for them.
The lot was a buncha sissies.
At least, when it came to deciding things that meant life or death. As a rogue, there weren't these stupid "borders". You took whatever you like, and if the badger turd who lived there hadn't caught it themselves, then they were weak and didn't deserve the prey in the first place. In the Clans, it was different. She didn't mind that at first. Every cat got an equal chance of survival, in her mindset. But then she began to see things she didn't like. For example, their Clan. They had almost no prey left in the territory. And did the other Clans care? You could bet a a month's worth of dawn patrol's that they didn't give a badger's rear-end.
Sure, life or death.
But if they were all united by some stupid Starry ancestor's, couldn't they have the decency to at least think about their Clan's kits and elders? No, no they couldn't. Once she learned that, she decided the only option was to revert back to survival of the fittest. Which, was why she was with Duskstorm and the rest. Stealing from Pineclan was the endgame. It wasn't that "law-breaking." They were only taking a few pieces. It'd feed the Clan. It was there duty as warriors, right?
So, in her mind, they weren't doing anything wrong.
"Heh," she muttered, looking up to Duskstorm with amusement in her eyes,"Doing those whack-jobs a favor. Tables sure have turned. Least this'll show those mouse-brains Streamclan isn't something to be reckoned with." she said defiantly, a smirk beginning to form.
Rumors. That's how her hatred of this whole Code thing had started. From the beginning, she'd only came to look at those fine pieces of work. Mmmhm, those toms, she thought to herself. But she'd gotten dragged into a Clan(she was more willing than she'd let on), and suddenly had all these rules to abide by. She'd been told every cat followed them, as it was the wish of their ancestor's for them to do so.
So, she'd bought into the law-abiding Clan member thing.
Until she saw that pretty much every cat she saw didn't give a rat's ass about it. Apparently their Code doesn't go into depth about ridiculing a Clan to it's members' faces. Calling the Clan weak? Bigger mistake then they realized. Sure, their high and mighty leader shrugged off the rumors as nothing more than foul mouthing. A few of them, however, saw truth in what they'd said. They were too weak to even supply for their own Clan, she thought bitterly.
So, the solution? Stealing from Pineclan. The dark-hearted cats deserved it.
What did she care? Rogue life had been filled with misdeeds like this. Never bothered her then, and certainly didn't bother her now. |
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Post by Blaze0843 on Dec 3, 2011 14:36:46 GMT -10
Sparrowpaw's fur bristled in terror as the two senior warriors walked ahead of her. She listened to the plan repeat in her head, but the more she did that, the more fear wrapped around her like a blanket. It sure would be nice to "become" Avi now, but her conscious told her no. It was too difficult to fake Avi at the moment, and she might just end up causing a War instead of the plan: To sneak in, grab something, and get out. It was simple enough, but something felt eerie in her mind.
There were times where Sparrow wondered if the two cats with her were mouse brained, and if this idea was more hurtful than it was helpful. Should she just abandon them now, and leave them to face the consequences?
But these cats saved her and her brother. And if she were to turn her back on them now, she would be as cruel as the Rogues that cornered her were.
Still, the feeling of terror washed over her with every step that brought her closer to the border. She stopped almost immediately as the smell of PineClan filled her nose. It twitched in excitement, fear, and disgust with what she was doing. All she could think about were the consequences of her actions, seeing as this might end up more disastrous than it seems.
One more paw step was all it took to force her body to freeze, as if paralyzed. She had stepped onto PineClan territory now, and anything that happened now would be forever burned into her mind. At least, she thought so. Right? Sparrow was now at the point of no return.
The dimly lit light that shone barely through the trees made the place seem almost serene, but she knew that she was in the most trouble she had ever been in. Sparrowpaw's tortoiseshell pelt twitched at every sound that came from places unknown. She hoped the two warriors didn't notice her fear, because it would make her seem weak. And she wasn't weak. Well, maybe Sparrow was weak, but Avi wasn't. Avi was the cat she wanted to be: the courageous, strong, and heroic side of her. The side that would die for her Clan in a heartbeat. The one who would stand by her Clanmates, and not run off in the middle of a battle. Why couldn't she be like that? They were about to raid PineClan, and all she could do was tremble in terror.
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Post by Cloudbat on Dec 7, 2011 15:11:37 GMT -10
Duskstorm couldn't pretend she knew Bignose particularly well (did anyone?) but like Jaegerstar, she admired her toughness. She knew she herself was....resilient, but not truly tough. Even better, the large she-cat had a sense of humor.
"Indeed." She said, smiling slightly. "Better than that, even - something to be feared." Unconsciously, she spoke more formally and sat up straighter as she talked. Bignose was an excellent ally. Maybe even one day...friend.
Then her attentions drifted to the youngest member of their little group. Sparrowpaw. She'd had her reservations when the apprentice had wanted to join them, but she couldn't really object - they needed as much help as possible. Maybe she was more reliable than she seemed.
"All right, then. Let's roll and go." meowed the warrior, nodding at the sweetly scented green piles only a tail-length or two away, one for each of them. Padding over, fluffy tail waving, the StreamClanner simply collapsed into the pile, limbs splayed, and rolled back and forth, getting needles caught in her fur. She was sure she looked ridiculous, but it didn't matter - this was pure business. The others had to do it too, anyway.
Once she felt sufficiently pine-scent-ified, she stood up on the grassy ground, shaking her fur, though not too hard - it wouldn't do if she accidentally irritated one of her aids. In a way, it annoyed her that she had to be so self-conscious, but in another she felt proud of herself for doing so when so usually she failed at it.
The other two also rolled, and got back up. Duskstorm checked the sky; it was leaning toward evening, but by her calculations they still had enough time before the probable sunset border patrol, assuming PineClan worked the same way StreamClan did. There was no reason it wouldn't, though.
All her senses on hyper-alert, the tortoiseshell crept over the border and into the deep shadows of the enemy Clan's forest, sniffing the air for prey-scent.
OOC: I know I kind of powerplayed Sparrow and Big, but I only did it so we could just skip right into the hunting. Sorry. D: Rolo gave me permission to do so. [bg=ede9cb][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true] |
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Post by Blaze0843 on Dec 7, 2011 15:43:15 GMT -10
Sparrowpaw closed her eyes as she rolled around in the leaves. It smelled horrible, filling her nostrils with the nasty scent of PineClan, but it was necessary if they were to successfully infiltrate PineClan. Following Duskstorm's lead, she bounded a bit further into PineClan territory, remembering the plan. Split up and find prey quickly. Easy, for Avi. Sparrowpaw deeply breathed in as she trailed behind the two warriors, getting ready for her transition. It wasn't easy, and she had to make it believable.
Her legs uncontrollably lifted off the ground, making her sprint away from the warriors and sniffing for prey. She had to be fast. After mere seconds of sprinting, she stopped dead in her tracks, planted her nose on the ground, and started sniffing.
A part of her was still scared. She knew that this would turn out badly, but didn't dare say anything to the senior warriors. It wasn't her place to.
Sparrowpaw merely followed orders. Snapping herself out of her idiotic thoughts, she crawled around the nearby area, searching for prey. Of course, all that was detectable was Duskstorm, PineClan scent, and some mouse bile beside the tree to her left. Nothing.
She cursed under her breath and circled back around, remembering that she had to stay within range of Duskstorm. Sparrow padded around in circles multiple times before finally catching the scent of something. An unfamiliar scent.
It had to be prey, right? She padded towards it, walking around the corner of a rather tall tree and stopped dead in her tracks. The smell was leading her to PineClan camp, and she was too far away from Duskstorm now.
No! No, I messed up! She bit her lip and scolded herself. Duskstorm was now out of range, and she was coming dangerously close to PineClan camp. Any closer, and they would find her.
Improvising, she scrambled backwards quickly, but silently. The slightest twitch might send them her way. Hoping that if she lay still and quiet for awhile, they might let their guard down, giving her enough time to escape and find prey before heading back to the warriors.
God, I'm such an idiot.... She felt like she wanted to cry. Sparrowpaw just screwed things up again, and now her Avi side was out of reach. She couldn't muster the energy to act, for she was too terrified. Instead, she sat silently, waiting and hoping.
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Post by Cloudbat on Dec 20, 2011 9:33:17 GMT -10
Duskstorm had begun tracking a mouse's trail, giving up when it lead deep into an underground burrow. However, it had wasted time - only a few minutes, but even those could be crucial. She'd better make sure the others hadn't been caught either. She sniffed the air, padding quietly in circles, ears pricked. She could hear Bignose - nearby somewhere, though unseen. But Sparrowpaw...the tortoiseshell became alarmed when she could only smell faint traces of her. That dung-for-brains! She could blow everything. Apprentices. Useless as the day was long. And yes, even she would admit she'd been fairly useless as an apprentice. Surely not as much as Dovepaw and this marvel of intelligence, though, she grumbled to herself mentally. Cautiously, she began to track the idiotic young she-cat - and her skills weren't the best. Her job wasn't made any easier by the pine needles used to disguise their scents - ironic that their own disguises would make it difficult for them to find each other. Still, sheer determination and slight panic let her find a few tufts of fur caught on a low, protruding branch and a faint fishy StreamClan scent - she wouldn't have noticed it if she weren't looking, which did offer some comfort. If it was difficult for her to detect her own Clan-scent, then it would be even harder for any PineClanners out there. Hopefully the moron could stay out of trouble until the multicolored warrior found her. It took a while, but she managed to find a hazy, wandering path through the forest leading her to the StreamClan apprentice. After torturous minutes, she was rewarded with the sight of a calico back behind a bush with an anxiously twitching tail. Cursing in her brain, she quietly padded up behind the moron. "Hey, mouse-brain." She muttered. "Fancy not blowing our cover and coming back with me to the border?" She might give the apprentice a scare, but who cared? If Sparrowpaw was dumb enough to land herself in this position, then she'd better be tough enough to handle the backtalk she deserved. Sniffing the air, Duskstorm knew it'd be just perfect if some PineClan warrior came along and sounded the alarm. And they hadn't even stolen any prey yet - well, she hadn't, she couldn't speak for Bignose. She was assuming Sparrowpaw hadn't caught anything, since she'd instructed her to only get one thing, and they wouldn't be burying it. Of course, she could have bungled that too. |
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Post by ambird on Dec 20, 2011 16:22:45 GMT -10
Once covered in the retched scent, the white she-cat lifted herself up from pine-needle covered ground, grimacing at the fact she now had pine needles freaking everywhere on her. Shaking away any thoughts that would put her in a bad mood, she concentrated at the task at hand. Prey stealing. One piece. Had to make it count, right? 'Course she was.
Giving a brisk nod to Duskstorm and a wary glance to the apprentice, Bignose headed off into the territory, her senses kicking into gear. Let's hope neither one of them blows cover, she thought to herself. She wasn't really worried about the warrior, but the young one? She didn't have high hopes. Not that she had anything wrong with the cat. Just...that young? She'd been on her own, knew how to do things warriors knew. Okay, so maybe her judgement was the best, and she currently was considered an 'odd one' because of her beliefs(did she have any to begin with?), but she still knew how to fend for herself more than any 'apprentice' did.
Funny how things worked. Here she was, a part of a 'Clan' and she was stealing from another Clan. Which was "wrong." She snorted to herself, reminiscing the old days. She'd taken from anyone, no matter if it hurt the other guy of not. If they didn't hunt the danged prey, someone had to. It was just the thing to do. Sure, Bignose would follow the Warrior Code when it made sense. To her, at least. If something sounded completely idiotic? She threw caution to the winds, and ignored that rule. If someone asked her if she realized she was breaking rules left and right?
No one did. They knew she had her own set of morals. A cat or two tried to tell her how to live her life, and that ended in her nearly clawing their tails off.
She chose how her life went. No tom, friend, family member or complete stranger could change that.
"Right," she murmured to herself, glancing up from the trail she'd been following. Sparrow. Not an animal known for being the brightest. Besides, once she crept up on it, the bird would have nowhere else to go. Beginning her hunting crouch, she perked her ears. She smirked as the bird turned even farther away from her, oblivious and innocent as any dumb bird was. Yes, jeering at a bird? Probably wrong. But it gave her someone to egg on. Y'know, that she wouldn't get yelled at for. Or something.
She crept ever closer...closer still, until she was literally a paw-grab away from the bird. Taking these few moments to collect her thoughts before killing the bird, she pounced, and killed it with a swift swipe, bite and the thing was dead.
Right as she heard a familiar she-cat begin to tell off a certain apprentice.
Great.
The sooner they were out of this hell-hole of a territory, the better.
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Post by Blaze0843 on Dec 20, 2011 19:26:40 GMT -10
Biting her lip to keep from crying, Sparrowpaw shut her eyes tightly at the warrior's stern lecture. For a moment, a split second, everything felt unreal. The voice of Duskstorm slowly began to fade out as she turned her head back and forth, feeling light-headed and dizzy. Without even meaning to, she sub-consciously ignored the warrior, her eyes began to glow with rage.
"Shut up, you mouse brain! Do you want to scare the prey away and get us caught? No? Then zip your lip or we'll end up prisoners of PineClan!" she hissed under her breath, finally gaining her courage back as Avi. She placed a paw forward to show her courage in defying the older warrior. Without a second glance, she imagined the face of shock on her face and had to hold in her laughter. Sparrowpaw began to twitch her ears as she heard a bird chirp on the ground. Focusing her sights on the bird, she let go of the other cat and stalked it easily.
Go for it. the voice told her. And she took the opportunity. Diving towards the bird, she easily snatched it in her jaws and stood still, clamping down until the bird ceased its movement. She didn't even bother to turn around to see Duskstorm.
Serves her right Sparrowpaw thought, but as the realization to what she had just done slowly dawned on her, she tried to gulp down her fear. She had just spat at a much older warrior, and now she was probably going to be punished. Great...
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Post by Cloudbat on Dec 20, 2011 21:45:05 GMT -10
The tortoiseshell felt like her rage had just turned to steam and was spouting out her ears. No one talked to her like that. Especially not some StarClan-damned apprentice. Oh you just did not say that, you piece of crap, she thought furiously. "You piece of crap!" She hissed. "You sodding piece of bloody idiocy!" Furious, she stalked over to the apprentice, and cuffed her. Hard. Not enough to make her bleed, because that would just draw attention. But this little moron needed some sense pounded into her. Duskstorm could feel an angry mood swing coming on, but she took deep breaths. Now was no time to lose her head. At least this excuse for an apprentice had caught a piece of prey, if in the most noticeable and intrusive way possible. Focus on getting out. Then she could deal with this wretched piece of fox dung later, when no one would be around to smell the blood. Duskstorm grinned savagely to herself. Roughly prying the stunned calico's jaws open, she knocked the bird out, where it flopped limply to the grassy floor. A fine catch, she grudgingly admitted to herself, looking at the bedraggled robin. Picking it up in her own mouth, she sniffed the air, alarmed to smell a PineClanner close by. "Geh uh!" she mewed around the bird. "Ruh! Or er on er owh!" With that, the long-furred StreamClanner began running, her long legs carrying her swiftly back toward the border. And if Sparrowpaw didn't make it, well, the blockhead had only herself to blame. |
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Post by Glowy on Dec 23, 2011 14:24:18 GMT -10
Sootnose was positively furious. He'd woken up this morning ready to train his new Apprentice, ready to trust her with something substantial, and she'd been gone. Oh, he was livid. He was absolutely and totally incensed. Angry was his middle name. Everett Angry Sootnose. And EAS would have to teach the little... his wonderful little charge some important things, like how to not make your mentor want to go cut down a tree with his claws on your first day of training.
Actually, no. Not with his claws. With his sheer force of will. Yes. He would cut down the largest tree in their entire territory using nothing more than the power of his anger.
Sparrowpaw was going to get it. It hadn't taken him very long to pick up her trail, being fresh as it was. The discovery of Duskstorm and Bignose's scents had only inflamed him more. What in the seven circles of misery were those imbeciles doing with his Apprentice? How were they trying to corrupt her? If he found any evidence at all that they were doing something dishonorable... Sootnose was not prone to such physical altercations as Virgil commonly found himself involved in, but by all that was good in the world, if Sparrowpaw was involved in any way with anything bad, he would create an eighth circle of misery and send his fellow warriors down to it. How dare they take such an innocent, pure mind and corrupt it with whatever scheme they were surely involved in?
Few things could make Sootnose truly angry. This was one of them. Sparrowpaw was his responsibility, and they'd taken her off to do something horrible! For she-cats like themselves, there was little doubt in his mind that that was the case. He'd not seen either of them do a single honorable thing in his entire time with the Clans. The only question was what exactly the three of them were doing.
No. No, he mustn't be too quick to judge. Perhaps they had been assigned a patrol- a border patrol, running along the border with PineClan, from the looks of where the scent trail was heading- and Sparrowpaw had simply decided to follow them. It could very well be that the warriors were not to blame whatsoever. In that case, the fault would be entirely his. However much he doubted that, he should still reserve his judgment until he discovered the truth of the matter.
Duskstorm was sprinting rather clumsily back towards StreamClan territory, holding what appeared to be some sort of bird in her mouth. His Apprentice stood stunned behind her. Bignose was nowhere to be seen, and to be honest, he couldn't care less where she was right now. Duskstorm had allowed his Apprentice to go with her to steal prey from a Clan that had in no way prompted such an act of malice! Even if PineClan had in some way "asked for it," as the phrase went, Sootnose would not condone this thievery. The honorable thing would to be an attack, an obvious attack, not skulking behind bushes. Perhaps even a challenge of single combat would be in order, but never stealing. A thief was worth less than a kinslayer's promise.
"Sparrowpaw!" he spat, trying to control himself. His muscles were tightening, his entire body becoming rigid with rage. His whiskers began to quake with the effort of containing himself. It took more than the entirety of his willpower to keep his body on their side of the border. "Come." That was all he could say for now. He did not trust himself in his anger- it had killed a man once.
Ah, but perhaps it wasn't all he had to say. Duskstorm was there, with her catch. "You," he hissed, whirling so that he was facing her. "Foul miscreant, you stay away from my Apprentice." A sneer pulled his lip upward, and his eyes narrowed. The more they narrowed, the less he would have to look upon her disgraced figure.
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Post by ambird on Dec 23, 2011 15:16:18 GMT -10
The she-cat was about to make her grand entrance as Sparrowpaw told off the much older warrior. Bignose began smirking at the fact a little apprentice was belittling a warrior. If that'd been her? The said outgoing apprentice would have their tail clawed off by Bignose personally and given to Jaegerstar as a present. No one ever insulted her. If they did? Lessons would be learned. Specifically, if you screw with her, you'd sure as hell be ready to fight for what little pride you had left.
Having sat down whilst the two bickered(it was incredibly amusing to watch), she now collected her thoughts, and the dead bird that lay beside her. Lifting herself up with her thighs, she uncurled her tail from around her body and was about to begin walking towards the two, snarkie comment already buzzing in her head. What? Having fun was always a must for her. Call it immature, irresponsible, she didn't care. She'd heard it all before, and frankly? Pissing cats off was far too fun.
She stopped herself, though, when she heard another set of paws come barging in, rather angrily. Tensing, the hairs on her back rose, ready to leap out from the bush she was hidden in to attack the cat. Bignose stopped abruptly when saw it was only Sootnose. The stuffy grey tabby began telling off Duskstorm. If it was possible, the smirk on her face grew even bigger. Yeah, yeah, yeah. They'd both been willing to go out and steal some prey. But look where she was know. Being held accountable by one of the more annoying cats in the Clan. While where was Bignose? Safely hidden by some undergrowth.
This was one of many reasons Bignose depended on no one but herself.
Things like this could happen. And then where you? Cornered because you chose to trust someone. Now, now, don't believe for a second Bignose thought that the tortoiseshell warrior actually trusted her. Those who did were idiots. Those that didn't still had to worry about if she'd be an embarrassment to the Clan. Was she? No. Just a possible liability if things went bad.
Take her current situation, for example.
If she was 'honorable' and sought out 'justice' and 'peace', then she probably would have jumped out of the bushes and stopped Sootnose as he began to release his anger through lecturing. Was she like that at all? Hell no. The only time she did anything was to save herself, or get thins for her and only her. She knew from personal experience trusting people only led to pain, hurt and more pain. Honestly? She didn't want anymore of that.
Thus was the reason she went around the long way to return to Streamclan territory. The idiotic Sootnose probably had scented her, but if he never saw her, then he didn't have anything on her. Leaving her Clanmates behind? Didn't bother her. The two tortoiseshells were with another Clan member. She didn't want to be lectured, so she'd run off.
If the other two had had any sense, they'd had done the same. Sure, that damn Sootnose had collected up his apprentice. By "Warrior Code", she could get in as much trouble as he wanted, and Bignose didn't give a crap about that. Whatever happened to those two, they deserved it because they didn't have what she did.
The cold-hearted determination to make sure her own skin made it out. If others survived? Whoop-de-friggin do.'Sides, she'd completed her mission. Held within her jaws was stolen prey. It'd feed someone. On some other cat's moral compass, what'd she done was wrong, but you know what? Bignose would rather die by battle then by starvation.
If the rest of her Clan didn't see this, maybe they would be better off dead.
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Post by Blaze0843 on Dec 26, 2011 13:54:58 GMT -10
Sparrowpaw.. or Avi trudged behind the senior warrior, muttering incoherent words under her Pineclan-stenched breath. To think she could snap into action and claw off Duskstorm's face in an instant. No, she was going to control her anger this time. Deep breaths. Exhale. Ahh, much better. Instead of actually doing so, Sparrow merely imagined herself doing it. It was a good alternative.
She spotted her mentor closing the distance between them. Crap. Biting her lip, her persona changed into the cowardly cat she truly is, tail between her legs, and her nose pointed towards the ground. The leader's punishment she could stand. Her mentor's? Might as well go dig herself a grave.
"S-sorry Sootnose..." Sparrowpaw mumbled and slowly tilted her head to get a better view of her mentor's grim face. When he spat at Duskstorm, she tightened her eyelids to close off the image and padded to her mentor's side.
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Post by Cloudbat on Dec 28, 2011 15:12:41 GMT -10
The tortoiseshell was torn between laughing her butt off and kicking Sootnose's. Her orange eyes gleamed with mirth as she dropped the bird, laughing. Caution abandoned - especially since she'd realized the PineClan scent was old, at least a few hours or so. Not that they still weren't in danger. But at the moment, she didn't care. Plus they were close to the border; it was barely half a tree-length away. "Hmmm" she droned, highly (somewhat hysterically) amused by the situation. "Happy to, Mr. I-Have-a-Giant-Stick-Up-My-Butt, considering she's either a dork or an arrogant mouse-brain. I feel bad for you; at least my apprentice, dim though she is, has a sense of humor. This one gets close to tears with a simple reprimand." She said, amused. "Also, in case you have any plans of reporting me to Jaegerstar, forget it. You smell of PineClan just as much as I do; probably more, since you didn't bother to disguise yourself. What's your proof going to be? Also, at least I tried to get food for our Clan instead of chewing out the ones who did. Don't you have something better to do, Mr. Honorable? Why don't we all just go back to StreamClan, eh? Forget this ever happened. Okay, Sparrowpaw and I will, I know you'll have a grudge against me forevermore, but I really don't care. Waste your energy on it." Having finished her mini-speech, she bent down to pick up the robin again. Within a minute she'd raced back into her own territory, having no care as to whether the other two were behind her. Wait. Bignose! But her momentary worry subsided; the older she-cat was perfectly able to take care of herself. She smirked in her head; clever Bignose. Sootnose would never even know she'd also been part of their scheme. Duskstorm would congratulate her later. She knew most of her Clanmates would consider trusting Bignose to be the height of foolishness, but she liked the large she-cat. Who cared whether she only looked after herself; Duskstorm admired that. Bignose was exactly the kind of friend she'd like to have. |
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Post by Pyro on Apr 9, 2012 14:53:43 GMT -10
Something really freaking delicious was in Pineclan's territory. Smelled like fish. Fish! Hawkstorm could not remember the last time she'd had a halfway decent catfish. Freaking christ she could kill for one of those right about now...But Pineclan wasn't exactly known for its extravagant fishing locations and babbling brooks. No, that delight belonged to Streamclan. So why the hell would she be smelling fish?
The large she-cat set a course for the general direction of the fish-smell, growing increasingly irritated as the scent of freshkill began to intermingle with it. She might not have a lot of friends in Pineclan, but she was pretty sure she knew everyone's scent, and she was willing to bet that no one familiar had killed that prey. Spent enough time smellin' em in the den for that. And what do you freaking know? A bunch of (obviously retarded) streamclanners were skipping over the border like it was a freaking jump-rope. What the hell. She was from a swamp and even she knew better than to waltz into another clan's territory and play 'interclan grocery'. Freaking. Reh-tards.
"Wow. I just. Christ. Are you all mentally d'ficient over there, or what?" an expression of amusement was plastered on the tabby's face, as she crossed the border to confront the thieves. Truly, she loved idiots. "Th'freaking hell makes you think you don't have to starve with the rest of us during leafbare? And what do you want with birds. Jeeziz freakin' Christ. You got fish. Fish. I'd kill for a goddamn fish. But now, thanks to you, it looks like I'm gonna have t'kill for a bird. You freaking rehtards."
Hawkstorm trotted up to the giggling tortoiseshell. Should she cuff her? Maybe. Looked like she was having an attack. "Alright Chuckles, sweetie. I'm gonna say this slow, since you seem to have some kind of a condition. Give. Me. The. Prey. You got that? Course y'do. You're alright, I'm sure. Just a little impaired s'all."
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Post by Cloudbat on Apr 12, 2012 4:12:34 GMT -10
Buh? Oh whoop-de-frickin'-do, a hypocrite of a PineClanner trespassing on their territory to berate them for trespassing on hers. Duskstorm would have loved to exchange witty banter with the big warrior, but instead opted to quickly snatch the robin in her jaws and take off for the river. It was difficult to run with feathers in her mouth blocking her main airway, but her lean build and desperation lent her speed as she calculated the best way to either lose the PineClanner or find a patrol and frame her.
The second option was the most appealing, but it was also the most dependent on luck. Nope, best go with plan A. For she'd had one, of course. It totally wasn't being made up on the spur-of-the-moment. Nope.
As her paws thudded over the grass, it slowly turned to marsh and she knew she was getting close, her nose catching the scent of the reeds and mud. She knew the tabby might be pursuing, but Duskstorm doubted she would expect this.
Grinning through the dead avian in her mouth, she gracefully landed in the river with a splash and began paddling downstream toward camp, tail flicking as she steered herself around rocks. Even the cold did not bother her much through her adrenaline (and a bit of fear.)
Still, it took focus to keep her head above the water and holding her chin in that position was beginning to ache. But it would be worth it, all of it, if she returned to camp with prey enough to feed two warriors. Screw Sootnose and Sparrowpaw. This would be her victory, and damn if she didn't deserve it.
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