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TEAM RIVERCLAN

just atlanta.

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red skies at dawn (open) Dec 13, 2015 16:53:29 GMT

Post by just atlanta. on Dec 13, 2015 16:53:29 GMT

sinclair

Running into the scent markers was practically as powerful as smacking face-first into a physical barrier.

“Damn idiots,” he muttered to himself in an unusual display of bad temper, but he had had nothing but trouble from the Clans ever since he had slipped away from the city, and usually made a point to stay out of their way. Confrontation wasn't exactly his thing. But today was the exception; a young rabbit had slipped unwittingly into the barn earlier in the day, and he had gone for it. Of course, he was spoiled from the fat, slow mice that he usually live on, and wasn't quite up to speed when it came to rabbit hunting, but he had managed to wound the thing, a deep gash on one of its back legs. Since then, he had been tracking it down all over the moors, following the trail of blood and broken bracken, and it had led him here, to the edge of Clan territories.

One might question why catching this rabbit was so important, and he would answer that it was simply a matter of pride, not to mention finishing the job he had started. He didn't really need the rabbit to survive, no, the barn took care of that quite nicely. But he wanted it. And he was a loner, not bound to any type of warrior code, and free from any of the strict rules of housefolk. If he wanted it, he was going to go get it. And so, wrinkling his nose irritably all the while, he stepped past the border and paused there, blinking. When the world didn't end, he chuckled to himself softly. What had he been expecting to happen? A gang of self-righteous heroes turning up to serve him justice according to their own narrow-minded ways?

A spring in his step from his small success, he confidently slipped into Clan territory, taking care to keep his ears and tail low. The rush of the gorge would be enough to cover any sounds he would make, but the wind was strong here, and it was probably blowing his scent halfway across the forest. All he had to do was get in, kill the rabbit, and get out. It should have been easy enough, given the fact that it had lost so much blood already.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind when he came upon it, lying quite still in a patch of heather. It was still alive; he could see that from the labored puffing of the poor creature's side, and over the roar of the water, he could make out its dying rasps for air. Sinclair ran a pink tongue over his fangs, moistening them to a glisten as he neared his quarry at last. Time to put the poor bunny out of its misery.

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notes: someone come harass the arrogant young thing

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red skies at dawn (open) Dec 22, 2015 1:06:44 GMT

Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 1:06:44 GMT

Sunfall sat, crouched behind a bush. She watched as a rabbit- a wounded rabbit- limped in front of the bush and flopped down, huffing loudly. The cat then got sad. It wasn't fair to the rabbit that someone had hurt him or her so bad and hadn't put it out of its misery. Deciding to do so, Sunfall jumped out from the bush, only to crach into another cats face. The two fell, crashing into the soft grass. Sunfall scrambled up onto her fours, her hair rising on her back. "Who are you?" She hissed, catching the scent of a loner. "I know you smelled the borders. Why'd you cross them?"

Sunfall bared her teeth at the tom, unsheathing her sharp claws to seem threatsning. Turning back to the rabit, sunfall quickly sand her teeth into its neck, killing it instantly. She turned back to the loner, blood covered teeth still bared, making her seem more menacing to the larger tom. She tilted her head up to stare him in the eyes, hers willed with alarm. She stepped back to cover the rabbit from his reach, scraping her claws on the ground. "This is Riverclans prey, not yours. Go back to your barn."

She had addressed the barn thing because his smell was obvious. He smelled greatly oh hay and wood. In other words, he smelled like a barn. The she-cat took a moment to admire the male, how confident he looks and how strong, despite what his age seems to be. He was well built, not one tuft in his smooth black fur. She would be lying if she said he wasn't a handsome cat, that's for sure. Why would he come over here though? She wondered, anger soon dissipating. She let her fur lay flat and she sheathed her claws. Sunfall sat down, curling her tail around her paws as she wondered what the hell he was doing.

TEAM THUNDERCLAN

ame

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It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness, that is life.

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red skies at dawn (open) Dec 22, 2015 3:42:57 GMT

Post by ame on Dec 22, 2015 3:42:57 GMT

“

MALLOWPAW

It's not worth it, it's not working, you wanted it to be picture perfect
It's not over you don't have to throw it away, so
Shout if you want to, scream if you need to
Just let it go

Okay, she probably wasn’t supposed to be out of camp. But she wanted to practice some hunting while Flurrypaw was training, and Redstar was busy doing leader-ly duties, and she didn’t have the patience to look around for Whitetip or Dawnstorm. So she had left on her own, slipping out of camp almost too easily and making her way across the moors. The wind pressed against her solid white fur, flattening it against her body. The sun was bright and warmed the air and her pelt and the soft grasses under her feet.

Mallowpaw paused, perching on a small hill, and lifted her pink nose to the air. She sought out the scent of rabbit, but that and a different scent floated on the air. The second one she couldn’t identify, but its strangeness intrigued her, and she followed its faint trail on the air close to the border with RiverClan- the gorge. Mallowpaw frowned as the sound of rushing water grew louder below her. She’d been here before with Redstar, and she’d heard all about the dangers not only from her mentor but also the senior warriors. Curious as she was, the apprentice wasn’t willing to risk her neck, and she stayed a full foxlength away from its crumbling edge.

After a few moments of searching for the strange scent and finding nothing on the WindClan side of the border, Mallowpaw was prepared to turn back and continue her earlier mission of practicing some hunting. She stopped, however, when she heard voices below, coming from RiverClan’s side of the gorge.

“Who are you?" Came a hiss, from someone Mallowpaw could only guess was a RiverClan warrior. Okay, she had to see what was going on now.

There was a boulder to her left; the she-cat scrambled up it. The rock was far enough from the lip of the gorge that she needn’t worry about falling in, but tall enough that it gave her the vantage point she was seeking. She could see now two cats below: a solid black tom and an orange she-cat. Mallowpaw was just in time to see the she-cat kill the rabbit, a sight that made her frown- rabbits were WindClan’s specialty, after all. You didn’t see any WindClan cats trying to take any fish from the river.

“Why does RiverClan need rabbits?” Mallowpaw interrupted, calling down to the two cats below. Her location made her bolder than normal; she knew that neither of them should be able to reach her unless they planned on scaling the steep gorge- and if they attempted to, she could be gone in a flash, well on her way back to camp. “You have the whole river to fish in!”

NOTES;
just atlanta. with Sinclair
@aquarius with Sunfall

Hope you don't mind my tossing Mallowpaw in here!

Quixotic of GS

TEAM RIVERCLAN

just atlanta.

Warrior

"can you move your seat up?" "no"

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red skies at dawn (open) Dec 22, 2015 8:12:59 GMT

Post by just atlanta. on Dec 22, 2015 8:12:59 GMT

sinclair

Had he been thinking at all, he might have taken a moment to gauge his surroundings. But Sinclair was a bit tired from the relentless tracking, and with his quarry in sight, he didn’t pause to look around, springing blindly for what was sure to be an easy kill.

Only, it wasn’t. Before he was even a tail-length away from the dying rabbit, something crashed into him head-on. Sent flying, he tumbled completely past his target to sprawl ungracefully in the weeds beyond it, his head ringing. Shaking his head to rid himself of the whine in his ears, Sinclair stumbled carefully to his paws, relieved when everything still seemed to be in working order. Satisfied that nothing was too badly bent out of shape (except maybe his pride), he turned to face his aggressor, who was glaring at him fiercely enough to make him shrink somewhat under her accusatory stare. She was thick-pelted thing that had somehow managed to capture the colors of dawn in her fur, but in the face of her aggression, he found it difficult to admire it.

“Who are you? I know you smelled the borders. Why'd you cross them?"

If the barrage of questions wasn’t enough to put him off his game, the subtle unsheathing of her claws and the baring of her teeth definitely would have. But before he could think up an answer to her demands, she had turned her back on him to sink her teeth into the rabbit. His rabbit. Watching it die instantly at her paws was enough to stir up a bit of fury – he had tracked that thing all morning! – and he paced forward angrily. "That was my kil-” He broke off before he could finish, for she had swung back around, blood dripping from her fangs, to glower at him once more. The air of wilderness that surrounded her, combined with her furious stance and crimson jaws, was enough to make him backpedal hastily. The loners that passed through sometimes knew a thing or two about fighting, and he had picked up some things from them, but he knew this she-cat could probably flay him with one paw if she so chose. Savage.

"This is RiverClan’s prey, not yours. Go back to your barn."

Stars above. Killer cat or not, she was really starting to get on his nerves.

”I’m not bound by whatever rules you’ve made up to enforce your will on the forest,” he retorted smoothly, slightly proud when his voice only shook a little. ”I go where I please. That rabbit that you stole from me was one I injured earlier this morning, and I had been tracking it to finish the job. Satisfied?” He finished his speech with a mocking twitch of his whiskers. His own name, he withheld; there was no way these wildlings were getting his name out of him. But he found himself at loss for something to say. Could he take the rabbit back from her? Not a chance, unless he wanted to get the rest of his ears ripped off, or possibly worse. As he shifted uncertainly from paw-to-paw, a voice called down from on high, saving him from his own awkwardness.

“Why does RiverClan need rabbits? You have the whole river to fish in!”

Craning his neck up the side of the gorge, Sinclair observed a young she-cat there, crouched far above their range. Wise, he thought, with grudging admiration. She carried a different scent from the bloody beast across from his, the smell of heather and open air, so different from the watery musk that clung to his opponent’s fur. Turning back to the other she-cat, he gave her a challenging stare. Having someone so young and so obviously out of reach on his side should have probably embarrassed him, but he could use all the support he could get right now.

”Obviously, I’m not the only one who thinks of you as the thief in this situation,” he said, with a trace of smugness. But did he ever keep one eye on those claws.

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tagged: @aquarius & ame
notes: the more the merrier!

Last Edit: Dec 22, 2015 19:55:19 GMT by just atlanta.

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red skies at dawn (open) Dec 22, 2015 12:43:43 GMT

Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 12:43:43 GMT

20 moons • She-cat • Loner

The tabby was just walking her daily round, almost crossing the borders of the 'clans', when she heard some commotion. There where 3 different scents in the air; one fishy, watery scent, one that smelled more like the forest and the trees, and a third one that was a mix of everything. Probably two clancats and a loner, if she could remember correct. Pocahontas wanted to walk further and not pay any attention to the cats, but her curiosity forced her to go and take a look. The lean she-cat took a look around to see if there was a patrol coming and, when there wasn't one, crossed Riverclan's border. She followed the gorge, sometimes taking a look down in the river, but kept her distance from the water. The tabby may be strong and rough from the loner life, but she wasn't prepared to take a dive in the cold water. Eventually she reached an orange she-cat with a fishy smell and a black tom that was probably the loner. She saw a rabbit with the she-cat, and the tom looked pretty mad. Probably his rabbit that the other one stole. Pocahontas looked a bit around before stepping out of the bushes, seeing another cat on a rock high above them. It was still a young cat, and probably not much danger went out from her. Hesitating a little bit, the rough loner stepped out of the bushes, but still kept her distance from both cats. If this went badly, she didn't want to be on either side. "What's going on here?", she asked, looking from one cat to the other and ignoring the little one on the rock. She knew she wasn't very old herself, but she also knew she had an air of roughness around her - especially with the very noticeable scar on the left side of her face, just missing her eye. She still remembered the badger that had given her that scar and killed her father.

Tag; @aquarius ame just atlanta.
Note; Not as long as your posts but I hope you don't mind? :')

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red skies at dawn (open) Dec 22, 2015 12:46:42 GMT

Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 12:46:42 GMT

Sunfall felt embarrassed. She realized that she was overreacting, and that the apprentice was right. Turning back around, the she-cat grabbed the rabbit and threw it towards the tom. "You're right." She said to the young she-cat. Sunfall felt completely stupid due to the fact that it did come from Windclans side of the border. "Sorry." She muttered, letting the fur on her back smooth out. She sheathed her claws and licked the blood from her teeth, then sat down.

How could I have been so stupid? I mean, it did come from Windclans territory and we have the entire river to catch fish. Wait a minute, why is an apprentice out of their camp without her mentor? Oh whatever, that's her business. Sunfall soon got lost in thought and zoned out, staring at the tom. So wait, how come fish don't have legs? Wouldn't it be easier for them to swim? Well, I guess not. Their scales probably help them or something.

(Sowwy it's short)

TEAM THUNDERCLAN

ame

Founder

It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness, that is life.

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red skies at dawn (open) Dec 22, 2015 18:58:03 GMT

Post by ame on Dec 22, 2015 18:58:03 GMT

“

MALLOWPAW

It's not worth it, it's not working, you wanted it to be picture perfect
It's not over you don't have to throw it away, so
Shout if you want to, scream if you need to
Just let it go

“Obviously I’m not the only one who thinks of you as the thief in this situation,” came the tom’s voice, and by now Mallowpaw had figured out that he was the trespasser. Her nose wrinkled at his comment- she didn’t want to be on a loner’s side of the argument, but so long as he was on RiverClan’s side and not WindClan’s, it wasn’t really any of her business. She supposed she could let his comment slide for now, though her tail lashed behind her.

Another loner appeared shortly after- a brown tabby- and the apprentice’s fluffy fur started to rise, oh so slowly. Great StarClan, when did RiverClan start to have a loner problem? And would the rogue cats invade WindClan next? She’d have to let Redstar know about this (and hopefully, with the news, her leader and mentor would forget to punish her for being so close to the border). But for now, she had a greater purpose than practicing her hunting, and that was making sure none of these cats caused any trouble for her own clan. Mallowpaw envisioned herself as a strong warrior- as big and strong as her siblings- and hardened her gaze as she looked at the two loners in turn, as if warning them off. Though her green eyes were bright, her small size undermined her intentions.

“You’re right,” The warrior said, and Mallowpaw’s ears pricked curiously. Now that was a rare thing, someone telling her she was right. She almost beamed at the compliment before she saw the RiverClan cat toss the rabbit back towards the loner.

She let out a loud, exasperated sigh. “Mousedung!” Mallowpaw said, using a surprisingly more mellow swear than she normally did. “If you’re gonna take rabbits, don’t just give it to the loners!” Of course, it was best if WindClan had the rabbit, but at the very least RiverClan could use it to feed their kits or elders; Mallowpaw wouldn’t have minded that terribly. Giving it to loners was a waste! “You’re lucky I’m not down there!” She huffed, puffing up her chest and lashing her tail once more.

NOTES;
just atlanta. with Sinclair
@aquarius with Sunfall
@sandkit with Pocahontas

Mallow is never happy, hahaha

Quixotic of GS

Last Edit: Dec 22, 2015 18:59:00 GMT by ame

TEAM RIVERCLAN

just atlanta.

Warrior

"can you move your seat up?" "no"

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red skies at dawn (open) Dec 22, 2015 19:58:24 GMT

Post by just atlanta. on Dec 22, 2015 19:58:24 GMT

sinclair

When the wildcat threw the rabbit at his paws, Sinclair probably could have been knocked over with a feather. Could it really have been that easy? He approached it cautiously, eyeing the Clan cat with an air of suspicion, suspecting a set-up, but she appeared to be lost in thought, the fur on her shoulders lying flat as her gaze grew distant. She didn’t look anywhere near as threatening now, and the dark-furred tom felt his confidence bolster somewhat at the easy victory. She had even apologized to him, for goodness sake – whatever stroke of luck that had befallen him, he hoped it lasted long enough to get him back to the barn and away from these crazy cats. He had had enough interaction for one day. But no sooner had the thought crossed his mind when another voice sounded over the roar of the water.

"What's going on here?"

The loner bit back a tired sigh. Really, all he had wanted was to hunt down his rabbit to bring it home, and instead it appeared that he was going to be interrogated by half of the forest. Standing protectively over the slain hare, he turned to face the newcomer, a lithe brown tabby with a nasty-looking scar running over her face, barely missing one eye. In spite of himself, Sinclair felt his ears twitch self-consciously. It seemed that ridiculous scarring went hand-in-hand with living in the forest…all the more reason to keep away.

In response to her question, he shrugged uncharitably. “I chased an injured rabbit over their supposed border. This one-” he gestured unkindly towards the long-furred she-cat, “-thought she could take it from me. Common sense won out in the end, though.” Not feeling much like explaining himself any further, he bent down to pick up the rabbit –which, in all honestly, hadn’t really been worth the trouble – when the young cat perched overhead wailed out in dismay. “If you’re gonna take rabbits, don’t just give it to the loners! You’re lucky I’m not down there!”

Sheesh, hadn’t she just been on his side a minute ago? Without her comments, the other she-cat probably would have never relinquished her claim on the rabbit. As confusing as it was, he couldn’t really bring himself to be irritable with her. One, he had gotten the rabbit back and was (hopefully) going to be heading home soon, and two, well…with her soft baby fur all fluffed out with indignation that was probably years above her understanding, she just looked positively adorable. But also the type to scratch his eyes out of he made a comment on it. “You just stay behind your precious border, honey,” he called up to her with a playful wink. “Thanks for all your help. Could have never gotten my rabbit back without you.” He couldn’t help the slightly possessive inflection of his words – really, it had been his all along, and he was tired of these crazy she-cats looking at him like he was about to snap. All he wanted was to take his catch and be gone with it.

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notes: c:

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