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Post by Amberstar on Jan 30, 2007 1:20:53 GMT -5
As soon as he dove headfirst into the rushing waters of the falling waters and emeged on the far side of the bank, he crawled out in a stalking position, letting the water drip from his short fur and the sun dry it for him. He would waste no time in getting started to restock the food pile.
Battle was upon them, and Rustshade had to help his clan if he wished those to stay behind to survive. Some, of course, couldn't hunt.
His claws clicked stealthily as he kneaded the ground, strolling with his head bent and back arched into the rolling grasses, dewy from the nearby waterfall, and entrance to camp.. To his home.
A scuttle and a shuffle, there, just 3 tail lengths at his flank. He paused, feeling the earth with his pawpads.
Thump..
Thump... Thump..
A rabbit. With quick skills and ease and grace of his onyx colored ancestors, he was tumbling upon the frightened rabbit, his claws extended into the rabbit's side. It jumped, trying to get away, but Rustshade was quick to grab on as it skidded, falling to the earth with a pitiful thump, and he was quick to put it out of his misery. With his first catch as a warrior done, he looked up in search of one who may have followed on his escapade to catch prey.
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Post by ringtail on Jan 30, 2007 19:13:41 GMT -5
Running past Rustshade and his catch Thilse went bounded quick and quiet over to a vole.Jumping on it she sent it flying agensit a tree killing it fast."Two prey lets get more."her said dropping it by Rustshade."so,your now a warrior i presume.cool"she stuaked forward and grabbed a thrush out of a lower brach.Berrying it she went off into the bushes after a rabbit.
ooc:this is the new post.i knew it.so just pretend that you left just now and went hunting.
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Post by Amberstar on Jan 30, 2007 19:17:33 GMT -5
He paused, half in shock as a gust of wind buffeted him as a cat flew past his flank and tackled into a nearby vole he hadn't seen there. He turned and watched her warily.
Indeed, I am now a warrior. However, being a warrior yourself, you should know to keep your voice low when hunting. It scares away the prey. His voice, as he'd said, was kept low to avoid scaring away the prey that may not have heard her loud voice and toppling weight into the earth.
But his expression was light, and showed no signs of anger and he trotted away to find some more prey, flicking his tail into his flank to show her to follow
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Post by ringtail on Jan 30, 2007 22:18:32 GMT -5
Thise's ears pricked up to him as she followed his scent to the place where they were going."were are w-"she stopped.oops! she grinned at him then ran up next to him"i'm going to beet you to camp!"she whispered in his ear,Then she picked up her five peaces of prey and sped for the waterfall,leaving the tom far behind.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 30, 2007 22:37:37 GMT -5
Padding silently, the sleek she-cat came into the clearing. Her pelt was similar to the great cats of TigerClan, light on the bottom, bright on the top with dark stripes cutting through it. This fur, her birth right, hid her well. She blended almost seemlessly with the thick grasses and dappled shadows.
Stalking a thrush, not stirring a stone, she crept. Once her deed was done, she would greet the other two, but not until then. Swiveling her hips to loosen her muscles, she crouched low and then sprang. The bird startled and struggled in her claws, downy leaf-bare feathers littering the ground. It slipped off her claws for a brief moment, but she quickly turned the tables. Leaping into the air like a gazelle, she caught it in her teeth and brought it back to the earth. With a sickening crunch, she broke its neck and the calamity was over.
She dropped her catch in front of her paws and called quietly, "Rustshade, Thistle, I've bagged a thrush...sorry if I startled you!" Her voice was a mere decibal above a whisper, trying not to scare away the prey that remained. |
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Post by ringtail on Jan 30, 2007 23:57:59 GMT -5
Almost running into Shadowstreak she stopped."Hi! you shadow streak right?"she said dropping her kill."i'm going to put this up then hunt some more see ya!"Thilse bounded back toward camp with the five kills.
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Post by Battledream on Jan 31, 2007 0:51:37 GMT -5
'Let the key be found if it wants to be found. Until then, you will not pass.'
The gates are high and the bars are of iron, rusted to a dark brown tint, no oil to relieve the almost haunting creak of wind tumbling the old guardian back and forth.
There is a single door, with a single lock, but there is no key to be found.
There is a way in, and a way out, but no trial is to be found.
Amber orbs, watchful and sharp, gazed upon the tom as the immense she-cat padded into the same area as he hunted.
“Nicely executed…Rustshade, wasn’t it?”
The voice was a quiet murmur. Wait…quiet?
Yes, for Battledream had frozen, her entire body still with one paw raised off the ground slightly. Her tail lashed, once, a slight waft in the breeze.
And then she launched; her large form sailing through the air.
If a cat had ever seen a fox hunting rodents in the winter snow, they would recognize this maneuver. He body arched a good five feet straight off the ground, angled so that she landed directly upon a large field mouse attempting to flee from her large body.
It was even more amusing, if another cat found that she hadn’t learned the maneuver from watching a fox. There were no foxes anymore in her old home; her clan had eliminated them completely.
No, it was an orange and white tom, one who still remained dear to her, missed by her, that had taught her it.
She came up with that mouse dangling from her jaws, a structure quite easily capable of slaying the largest of hares.
Even cats, maybe?
They hadn’t seen her fight. They didn’t know.
They would soon see.
But Battledream wasn’t a mindless killer – she had killed before but it was only in the defense of her clan. She had a reason.
Laying the rodent in the start of a pile, her amber hues flicked, settling once again on Rustshade, then looking ot the other cats.
Don’t tell her they may be the only ones hunting in concern for their clan. The noble she-cat may not be too happy to hear that news.
There is one way in, one way out, a thousand ways to get lost, a thousand ways to be found.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Feb 1, 2007 22:00:20 GMT -5
Shadowstreak scented Battledream before she saw her, the then massive she-cat padded into the grasses. Picking up her thrush, she added it to the pile that Battledream had started.
"You don't mind if we gather prey together, do you Battledream?" she asked the huge femme, stepping up to her and Rustshade. |
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Post by Battledream on Feb 2, 2007 22:19:19 GMT -5
A laugh rumbled from the immense fela’s throat.
“Of course not Shadowstreak. As there are so many mouths to feed back at camp, we need as many hunters working right now as possible.”
The gray and black barred she-cat flicked her ears slightly, picking up the sounds of scampering paws nearby.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
Off the feline leaped, only to rise again with a vole in her jaws. |
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Post by Amberstar on Feb 2, 2007 22:26:16 GMT -5
Rustshade nodded his thanks to Battledream, not having met this she-cat before. He waved his head from side to side at Thisle. I shall stay here and hunt for more prey with my fellow warriors.. He said calmly, casting a gaze over the other cats around him searching for prey.
His tail flicked subtly, then trotted after Battledream, sensing a rabbit nearby. 'Lo Shadowstreak! He added brightly as the she-cat appeared, smiling widely to her.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Feb 2, 2007 22:59:16 GMT -5
"You are an admirable hunter Rustshade!" she praised.
Shadowstreak smiled back at Rustshade. The young warrior was a handsome one, she would give him that. His ebony pelt was marred with rusty streaks, almost as if he had caught his fur on an old monster and it had left stains. She nodded at Battledream as she reappeared with a vole. Then she listened once again and heard the tiny pawsteps of a mouse in the underbrush. Settling into a practiced crouch, she stalked after it.
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Post by Goldenblaze on Feb 3, 2007 23:36:32 GMT -5
He gave a low nod to her, almost as if he were bowing before the pretty she-cat. Your compliment is taken to heart, Shadowstreak. Though I must admit, He said politely, flicking his tail as he paused to face her before continuing.
.. I was trained by the best. He gave a cheerful smile, even if his mind was suddenly trodden by the remembrance of the Giddypaw that had seemed to taken his place in his leader's heart.
Ah well.. He couldn't dwell on it for long. She had, afterall, seemed to find that he had deemed himself worthy of such it all, and was promoted as a warrior.
He sat back and leaned on his haunches, watching her intently, but still keeping his ears swiveling in it's sockets for more prey, alert as ever as he always seemed to be.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Feb 3, 2007 23:58:09 GMT -5
A few quick pawsteps and a strong leap, then the mouse was in her grasp. With a swift bite to the back of it's skull, more prey was added to the pile. Shadowstreak padded back to the pile and deposited her mouse. Noticing Rustshade's observant manner, she trotted up to him and waved her tail in front of his nose.
"Come now you silly tom!" she taunted. "I didn't praise your hunting skills so you could sit on your bum and watch me hunt!" She flicked her tail across his face and then bounded forward, turning in step to watch him. She teased him with her tail, willing him to join her. |
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Post by Goldenblaze on Feb 4, 2007 0:08:57 GMT -5
He grinned in spite of himself. Ah, quite the sarcastic one she was, but even quiet Rustshade could come up to match that.
Y'know, it is polite for one to say 'Thank you' whenever one gives a compliment right back. I see now how you wish not be be, He danced playfully to the side , well-mannered He flicked his tail against her flank in a friendly gesture, padding away to hunt more.
He flipped a mouse into the air with a flick of his claw, finding it already dead.
..Probably of fright. He tossed it gently into the pile behind him.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Feb 4, 2007 1:45:06 GMT -5
Shadowstreak shivered at the flick of his tail, her heart thrumming with excitement. She loved her apprentice, her leader, and her friends, but it was a rare time that she got to just enjoy life. Once the time for battle came, that would all change, so for now she would enjoy what time she had with Rustshade.
"Many would think it silly of me...but I do truly enjoy playing still!" she said cheerfully, watching him hunt for a moment. Then she stalked off after him, scenting for voles. |
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Post by nymara on Feb 4, 2007 13:03:16 GMT -5
A shadowed white figure lurked about the edges of the field, watching the cats train. The young she-cat noticed her mentor, Battledream, and smiled. Her fluffy white tail swayed lazily along the grass as she lounged in the shade. The beautiful music of the rushing waters met her ears faintly, and slowly, her eyes not leaving Battledream's large figure until the last minute, she turned her head to face it. A cool breeze ruffled her fur, and the white she-cat sat up to lick down the messed-up fur.
Amara, after she had smoothed down her ruffled fur, pushed herself to her paws and cantered slowly to her mentor.
"Battledream!" she called, feeling relaxed and laid-back on the cool, sunny day. A field mouse caught her eye, and the young white she-cat, wanting to impress her mentor, pounced on it and killed it swiftly. Spying a thrush, she leaped at it, but apparently it saw or heard her and flew away, sending an alarm call. Amara growled loudly, chasing after it. It landed in a tree with low branches, and she scampered clumsily up - being a MistClan cat, Amara didn't have the skills a TreeClan cat did in climbing.
She reached a branch only a couple of branches under the thrush's. It obviously didn't notice her, so she crept stealthily to the branch at a ninety degree angle from it. Amara sprang. Her claws raked the tail feathers of the bird as it hopped to the side, teasing her. She spat at it and pounced once more. Her claw sank satisfyingly into its neckbone with a crack and a crunch. The bird fell to the ground with a sickening thud, and from around three tail-lengths in the air, Amara followed. She landed...somewhat gracefully. Her paw landed awkwardly, but nothing Silverthroat and Umberpaw couldn't fix? |
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Post by Battledream on Feb 5, 2007 5:12:36 GMT -5
“Amara! Are you alright?”
Battledream left her area, where she had been wrecking destruction on a nest of voles by slaughtering their numbers, padding over to her white apprentice. One wouldn’t think that a cat her size would be quick, but she could when she wanted to.
With a flick of her long tail, she stopped in front of Amara, looking over the paw she had seen her land badly on. It had been a nicely executed move – her apprentice wasn’t too bad of a hunter, but she didn’t need to practice her bird stalking skills. That thrush had noticed Amara pretty quickly.
“Do you need to see Umberpaw?”
Battledream had yet to see that actual medicine cat, but the poor black apprentice certainly was getting her work cut out for her with all the injuries she’s been treating lately. Perhaps the leader needed to make her a medicine cat here soon; but then again, Lillystar probably had already thought of that.
The huge she-cat lifted her head, a defiant look briefly in her amber eyes. There was enough cats here hunting for the clan.
She was pleased, the clan would have plenty of fresh kill.
Already, the black and brown barred she-cat looked to each cat; her mind already working out when needed to be done next. After they returned the camp with the fresh kill, she decided she’d take a small patrol out to scout the territory. Just hunting in one spot wasn’t doing much good in defending the borders, and poor Lillystar was going to be exhausted beyond belief if she was the only cat to do the patrolling.
Would she ever appoint a deputy?
A look of deep concentration flicked within amber hues, her ears twitched as the sounds of a scuttling mouse skittered into her hearing.
To the right.
A single pounce.
The little beast didn’t have time to squeak its death cry, the huge she-cat landed silently upon it like a night owl and severed its spine with a simple crunch of her jaws. |
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Post by nymara on Feb 8, 2007 19:31:08 GMT -5
Amara glanced up at her mentor. Battledream must be so ashamed of her! The big white she-cat drove her face into the ground and groaned in embarrassment. The thrush lay dead beside her, its taloned feet sticking into the air.
"No, no," Amara mewed after she'd lifted her face from the dirt, specks of soil clinging to her whiskers annoyingly. "I'm fine. Shall we train, hunt, whatever?" She lifted herself with enormous effort to her paws. The forepaw she had landed on badly only ached slightly. The young white apprentice tested it out, putting weight on it every few heartbeats. |
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Post by Battledream on Feb 8, 2007 23:30:25 GMT -5
Never, never. What reason would Battledream have to be ashamed of Amara? Apprentices, the young, were the future of this clan.
And one always had more to learn – even Battledream herself slipped up sometimes.
“I was thining that, after we returned this freshkill to camp, we take out a small patrol. How familiar are you with the territory?” |
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Post by Goldenblaze on Feb 19, 2007 13:50:48 GMT -5
Rustshade gave a satisfied smile towards the other cats. He'd leave them to their 'bonding' time, but he decided he was done for today. He gathered up his fresh kill (it wasn't a lot, even for being out her for a while, and trotted back to main camp.
-To main camp-
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