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a bitter patrol [open] Dec 21, 2015 2:09:42 GMT

Post by shanny on Dec 21, 2015 2:09:42 GMT

Worry etched itself in Rosestar's heart and mind but not on her face-- her light, piercing green eyes glinted with determination and ferocity as she lead a patrol near Carrionplace. She hated this patch of land, she found the Twoleg dump to smell disgusting for more reasons than one, and the rats carried deadly diseases... Not to mention there was the temptation for lazy warriors and apprentices to bring back crowfood to the fresh-kill pile instead of a disgusting rat. Regardless, it was a filthy place. A place Rosestar had banned her clan from hunting at if at all possible.

Right now, though, they were not here to hunt. They were here on patrol. Her fiery ruddy pelt glinted in the filtered sun as she lead the way-- there had been rogue and loner smell near this part of the border, and she would personally see to it that any stragglers of Leaftalon's gang were driven out. Even if the wandering cats were not a part of Leaftalon's crew, it was her duty to keep her clan safe, so she would take this mission head-on.

She would still have back-up, of course, and she brought the best of her clan with her. Rosestar knew she would pursue this with issue with due diligence regardless, but part of her wondered if it was out of vengeance for her sister. So many of her clan had lost family members to either these rogues or the Carrionplace illness that swept through the clan shortly after she took leader (to which she was fortunate none viewed it as a bad omen but a product of leaf-bare.)

This patrol was a sour reminder for all.

The stale scent of rogues and loners hit her nostrils and she cringed-- if the smell of Twoleg mess wasn't bad enough. Her feathery tail twitched. "The scent's a few days old, we need to see if there's anything recent." She meowed to the rest of the patrol.

[notes: I know hallelujah and just atlanta. wanted to join, but this is open to any ShadowClan cats that can go on patrol, this includes apprentices!]

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a bitter patrol [open] Dec 22, 2015 14:50:43 GMT

Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 14:50:43 GMT

20 moons • She-cat • Loner

The fairly young she-cat yawned and turned around in her mossnest. It was day already, and she knew that, but she didn't really want to wake up without a reason. She had been up all night hunting, but that was several hours ago and her belly was rumbling again. Pocahontas sighed quietly and stood up. She took time to clean her fur first, as it had become ruffled through the course of the day.

When she was cleaned, the tabby exited the old rabbithole she had made her nest in. She had to make it wider at first, but her lean form fitted nice in the hole after moons of sleeping in it. It had been a safe place, and she had first found it a few days after the badger had attacked her and her father. He died, and she had a big scar on her face, just missing her left eye. The loner licked up some water from a nearby river and wandered around a bit, looking for prey. Eventually she found herself at the carrionplace, although she didn't really know why she decided to go here. It didn't really matter - there where rats here, and although they weren't very tasty, she knew the clans didn't really come here to hunt.

With a distorted grin on her face from the scent, she sniffed the scents up. She smelled crowfood, ofcourse, since that's what was most common here, and there was a very noticeable scent of twoleg. But there was something else too, although the scent was just as bitter as the crowfood. Shadowclan, if she was right. Rounding a corner, Pocahontas saw the cats. It was a patrol, and the leader was very obviously the red she-cat. She smelled of power. The loner ignored the tendency to crouch down and stood proudly, her stance not threatingly but more showing she wasn't a cat to be laughed at.

shanny - hope you don't mind me joining in ^^"

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a bitter patrol [open] Dec 22, 2015 21:50:01 GMT

Post by hallelujah on Dec 22, 2015 21:50:01 GMT

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[attr="class","itdscroll"]The stench of Carrionplace filled up Darkthorn's nostrils, like a cloud of yellow fog that threatened to pierce straight up her nose and into her brain with its sulfurous odor. Darkthorn would cringe, except when she looked to the side and saw Rosestar striding along with the fiercest of looks in her bright eyes, Darkthorn resolved not to stoop to any expression so cowardly. Rosestar was everything Darkthorn imagined herself to one day achieve, and so she swallowed the urge to make a face, swallowed the urge to crinkle her whiskers and scrunch up her nose, and followed in her leader's pawsteps, scanning the dirty hole for any sign of life. Alongside her walked Eaglestrike, whose brown form wobbled in and out of the corner of her eye. Darkthorn spared no glance for him, aware that he was a stable warrior on whom she could rely to be strong and predictable in his ways, but instead stared around the patrol warily. She had a deep dislike for this place, one that intermixed with an ugly fascination; here was where rats spawned and rogues dwelled, the lowest mucky scum of the earth, and yet Carrionplace belonged to Shadowclan too. Darkthorn had wandered here many a time, fascinated despite the distaste that wrinkled her whiskers, to see what ugliness this hell had wrought. Fortunately, such ventures rarely ended in any violence, as the few cats and rats she'd run into here had fled on sight. Perhaps it was her Shadowclan scent that traveled before her, or the scar that slid through one eye. Either way, Darkthorn was immensely proud of those memories, of watching tortured rot flee. Rogues were and would always be bad news and the sight of them brought a nasty taste into Darkthorn's mouth. Carrionplace reeked of rot and cowardice alike. Darkthorn imagined the Dark Forest's deepest insides looked and smelled something like this.

~~"The scent's a few days old, we need to see if there's anything recent."~~ Darkthorn was pulled from her morbid thoughts by Rosestar's orders; she flicked her tail in acquiescence. "If there is," she meowed in an aside to Eaglestrike, tail flicking once more but this time in low amusement, "Maybe they'll give us some excitement." Her disdain was met with the sudden arrival of cat scent, fresh and strange, a smell that lit up Darkthorn's nose like a match to oil. She whipped her head around to find its origin and saw a young she-cat, one whose shoulders were held high, as though defying the significance of the cats walking before her. A part of Darkthorn had to admit the loner was brave to do so, but she didn't hesitate to hiss, "Look! Over there," at her clan mates, coming to an abrupt halt and staring directly at the she-cat, hackles rising. "Right on cue. And who is this?" She rumbled, vivid yellow eyes lit with wild sparks.

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Last Edit: Dec 22, 2015 21:51:11 GMT by hallelujah

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a bitter patrol [open] Dec 22, 2015 22:17:29 GMT

Post by just atlanta. on Dec 22, 2015 22:17:29 GMT

eaglestrike

Eaglestrike followed after the rest of the patrol, padding steadily at Darkthorn's shoulder and doing his best not to drill a hole in her back with his staring. Sighing aggressively through his nose, he gave his head a brief shake to clear his thoughts; they were hunting for wayward rogues today, and it wouldn't do to be caught with his guard down, especially not in front of Rosestar. ShadowClan needed him to be alert and ready for the worst. Although, to be fair, it was difficult to be alert in a place like this dump, where the smell of half-rotted food and rubbish was enough to make any warrior want to bend over and retch into the dirt. But, in spite of the difficulty, focus was key. There was a possibility that these weren't just any loners causing havoc on the borders - these could be the same scum that they had siphoned out of the Clan moons ago, and a rogue trained in the ways of the warrior was a dangerous one indeed. Of their own accord, his claws slid out from their sheaths, and he felt all the better for it as he felt them sink deep into the mossy earth beneath his paws.

Darkthorn turned to him to speak, and he felt his heart give a joyful little leap at being on the receiving end of her attentions. "If there is, maybe they'll give us some excitement." “If only,” he responded roughly with a lash of his tail. “My nest could do with some lining, and the fur of trespassers and traitors normally does the trick.” Now, if only they could run into one - a fight would certainly take the bitter edge off of this patrol.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind when Darkthorn brought him to a halt with her hiss of warning. Following her gaze, he saw at last a young loner, standing defiantly a few paces away with her shoulders back and her chin high. No grudging admiration filled him at her display; where one might have seen bravery, he only saw arrogance and foolishness. How dare this wisp of a female enter ShadowClan territory, and then have the audacity to reveal herself with such flourish. As Darkthorn addressed her, his lips curled in warning and a growl rumbled ominously in his striped throat. “Yes, who are you, and what business do you have inside our borders?” The fur on his spine had begun to bristle with his aggression, but he held himself back with practiced self-control, ears angled towards Rosestar for instruction. As incensed as he was with this foolish cat's arrogance, he wouldn't attack without the explicit command.

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Last Edit: Dec 22, 2015 22:18:51 GMT by just atlanta.

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a bitter patrol [open] Dec 24, 2015 9:05:49 GMT

Post by shanny on Dec 24, 2015 9:05:49 GMT

The scent of loner or rogue hit Rosestar's nostrils and the stench to her was more foul and foreign than the rotten Twoleg debris and rats of Carrionplace. It would be uncouth of her to wretch, but she wanted to, and she squinted her piercing green eyes at the young cat who stood her ground fearlessly in the face of ShadowClan's finest. Brave, but foolish. Normally, she would have commended such a cat while warning them about underestimating their opponent, but she remained quiet while Darkthorn and Eaglestrike spit at the tabby she-cat.

The she-cat was small and young. There was no way Rosestar would place her over twenty-five moons, and she seemed even younger than that. The rogues and loners that were a part of Leaftalon's band were mostly older cats, those who had left their problems with the clans to fester and bubble until it gave rise to an attack on ShadowClan. This cat would be too young. Nightpaw was born just before the attack, this cat would have to be ten moons younger. There were no cats that young at the battle.

A pity that this one could not be questioned if there were any remaining followers of Leaftalon. Rosestar would have liked to have personally ripped their pelts off.

"Answer my warriors. You have a lot of gall to be on ShadowClan territory." Carrionplace was not technically theirs, and quite frankly Rosestar didn't particularly even want the piece of land, but it was close enough to her territory that she'd act like it, particularly if it meant keeping loners and rogues out of ShadowClan lands. Letting Carrionplace be just gave them a spot to group. "Even more to stand your ground to a patrol, when we have a bit of a history with outsiders..." Rosestar flicked her tail, a sign that they may not have to fight this loner. She hoped that Darkthorn and Eaglestrike would realize this loner was not a group that concerned them.

Perhaps this would all end with them simply escorting the loner off of her territory, although Rosestar had to admit to herself she was a little disappointed. She wanted to make sure every last follower of Leaftalon was gone.

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Last Edit: Dec 24, 2015 9:07:01 GMT by shanny

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a bitter patrol [open] Dec 24, 2015 11:48:55 GMT

Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2015 11:48:55 GMT

20 moons • She-cat • Loner

Her stance may have been brave, her eyes betrayed the fear she had for these clancats. There where 3 of them, and all three of them looked as skilled and strong as the others. The dark she-cat was the first to notice her appearance, and she didn't seem too happy about it. Pocahontas didn't want to answer her, they didn't need to know her name. The brown tom also noticed her now, again asking who she was, and why she was in their borders. "If you don't hunt here, why should the prey here be lost?", she answered, her voice as strong as she could get, but wavering slightly. She was young, she could never survive a fight against these three fighters - but she couldn't let them see it. She didn't want to be walked over like a rat, she was a cat as well; she had just as much right to hunt as the others. Their rules only mattered if you believed in 'Starclan', and only the clancats themselves did. If the loners would want to, they could rip their system apart. But really wanted to, as long as they kept inside the borders they didn't want us to cross. Pussies. The leader also came forward now. "Why should it matter who I am.", answered Pocahontas lightly, not meeting the gaze of the red she-cat however. "It's not like I'm interested in your names too, is it?" At her thread, the tabby simply shrugged her shoulders, but her short tabby fur was prickling with uneasiness. She wanted nothing else than to run and get over with it - but her grumbling stomach reminded her why she was here in the first place. "I'm no thread for you. If I didn't come to hunt here, nobody would. So why do you care?", she said, a bit bold maybe.

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Last Edit: Dec 24, 2015 11:49:19 GMT by Deleted

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a bitter patrol [open] Dec 28, 2015 3:42:44 GMT

Post by hallelujah on Dec 28, 2015 3:42:44 GMT

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[attr="class","itdscroll"]~~“If only. My nest could do with some lining, and the fur of trespassers and traitors normally does the trick.”~~ Eaglestrike growled and Darkthorn shot him an impressed glance, pausing to think over an appropriately violent response, only for the loner to intrude and the entire scene to shift in order to accommodate said intruder. Darkthorn's lip curled dangerously as she took in the little creature, ears flicking back to catch what her clan mates had to say about this idiot's wayward wandering. Considering Eaglestrike's words just now and their recent troubles involving outsiders, Darkthorn had a good feeling this incident might go south. She hoped so. ~~"Answer my warriors. You have a lot of gall to be on ShadowClan territory."~~ Rosestar spoke with a warning tone, but moved her tail to signal Darkthorn and Eaglestrike to stand down for now, which rankled like a thorn in Darkthorn's paw, but she held back, glowering silently from where she stood next to her clan mates. The sleek dark-furred she-cat would not make a move unless commanded to do so by her leader, but she dearly hoped that this loner's ill-conceived bravery led to conflict anyway, so that Darkthorn might stretch her claws and get some good exercise in. It's been awhile since I bloodied a rogue's fur, she thought with a smirk.

~~"Why should it matter who I am. It's not like I'm interested in your names too, is it?"~~ Darkthorn took a step forward at this, fur bristling along her spine at the audacity of this teeny she-cat. She didn't move any further, unwilling to directly disobey Rosestar, but out-rage trembled along her sleek lines anyway. "It matters because we asked," she snapped, choosing to ignore the loner's ramblings about who hunted here, leaving that for Eaglestrike and Rosestar to answer. Her own concern lied first and foremost with this she-cat's arrogance. Darkthorn had mistaken her for brave, but now she recognized her own miscalculation. This she-cat was foolish and Darkthorn itched to teach her a lesson. "You might get the chance to tidy up your nest sooner than we thought," she meowed in an undertone to Eaglestrike, tail lashing; her fierce yellow eyes never left the intruder. Darkthorn raised her voice at the strange she-cat next, growling with purpose, "You would do well to answer, rogue. You are right that you're no threat to us, three of us against you. A smart cat would comply.."

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