ShadowClan Territory

[lone]

Originally Posted by Spirit

 

(Oh dear I am SO sorry that I've taken more than a month to reply :S Exams came up and I completely forgot about WCO for a while.. Sorry!)

Moondancer giggled lightly as Ocelotpath padded her with a paw and started a game of tag. It had been so long since she herself had had a proper game of tag. She had not had her sister by her side during her apprenticehood, due to the split up of their parents, so she had kept to herself and done all she could to prove that she was worthy of becoming a full Shadow-clanner back in the day, and thus had not really had the time to play that much. That could perhaps also had been the reason to why she was still so childish, even though she was nearing the point of becoming a senior warrior.
Giving Ocelotpath a few seconds to start running, Moondancer darted after him, her spirit at it's highest point. She loved Ocelotpath dearly. She wouldn't swap him for anyone. And as far as she knew, the two of them were probably the most playful warriors in the clan. The others, especially the newly appointed warriors, wanted to show that they were indeed warriors, and that they could be serious. But in Moondancer's mind, that was extremely boring.

Darting after her mate, the egyptian mau had a wide cat-like smile on her lips as she attempted to get up beside him. "I'll get you!"

On and on Ocelotpath ran, his tail waving behind him like a flag, hues sparkling in a friendly manner - and he glanced back to see Moondancer running after him. "Haha, too slow!" The Bengal teased with a purr rumbling in his throat and chest. Honestly, Ocelotpath was much more excited then he might have been had he been able to play with her like this more recently. But, having not been able to hang around her too much lately, the tom was very glad to be spending time with his much loved mate. Who cared about being serious? Serious was boring. Any warrior could be serious. Any apprentice or kit, even, could be serious. But it took a more light-hearted warrior to be happy.
　To be able to run and play as he was doing at this moment in time with Moondancer, bounding along like an excited kit. The territory was pretty at this time of year. His pelt blended more evenly with it, or so it seemed... more so then it did in the winter. Fond memories of meeting Moondancer, and having their little competition out here came to Ocelotpath's mind as he glanced out over the no longer frozen ground. As he came to a tighter area, the tom was forced to slow... giving the Egyptian Mau an opportunity to catch up to him and win their game right here and now.

[Mayflower]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

Chuckling, the tom grinned. "Why thank you" he said with amusement and.. sincerity? Weird, for him.

"Wait, is the feared warrior laughing?" Nightwhisper sat there in a joking shock and chuckled. "Ad you're welcome"

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by MootheBean

"Wait, is the feared warrior laughing?" Nightwhisper sat there in a joking shock and chuckled. "Ad you're welcome"

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Onyxclaw smiled, his tail lasing. "Is he" he teased, he didn't feel much but humor towards the molly.

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Lilly

@RedHead

"Stupid flea-brains," muttered Minkpaw as she slunk through the wet undergrowth that crowded her path. Other undistinguishable grumblings could be heard coming from the she-cats lips, but nothing that made any logistical sense. Yet again, both of her uncles has tried to give her a lecture over a dare she had decided to complete. A fire burned in her belly as she recalled Kestrelberry and Ferretnose practically cornering her, with Kestrelberry getting his way like always. He's not even the medicine cat anymore! she thought with a snarl, taking out a weak and low-hanging bramble in her rage. She ignored the sharp pain the thorns caused as they dig little tiny piercings into her shoulder and trampled on. The dew that had once lingered on the brush around her now clamped onto her fur, soaking the spots they sunk into. Another growl escaped her barred teeth and with one final shove, Minkpaw threw herself through the last barrier.

Blinking her pale blue eyes against the bright sky overhead, the brown furred she-cat came to a stop. She let her eyes adjust to the environment around her and soon found herself standing close to the outer border of ShadowClan's territory. Just a few fox-lengths ahead of her stood unknown territory, mainly occupied by loners and rogues. With a sigh, Minkpaw sat down and whipped her tail over her paws, grumbling more to herself. She hated being the niece of ShadowClan's former medicine cat, and the Clan's "crazy cat". It was well known Clan knowledge that her mother had turned her back on the warrior code, choosing to take a mate outside the Clans. As a result, she was born, and instead of getting to leave with her mother, was forced to live in ShadowClan under the care of a queen who probably disliked her as much as she did the queen. Ever since then, whispers about Minkpaw had circulated the Clan until she wasn't really well-received amongst them, more often than not finding herself in trouble because of it.

Now, after this most recent blow-out with her uncles, the young feline heavily weight the option of leaving ShadowClan and just never coming back. "That would teach them," she growled, eyes narrowing as her unsheathed claws tore up the dirt beneath her. Despite her anger towards a select few in the Clan, the apprentice knew she'd be lost without ShadowClan and the warrior code to follow. She upheld it with tooth and claw, believing whole-heartedly in everything it stated and stood for. Just because she came out of a relationship that broke that very same code didn't make her any less ShadowClan.

She was just as much a Clan cat as any apprentice being lazy back in camp right at this moment. With that, Minkpaw rolled her eyes, smirking at the thought.

Bright olive green eyes scanned the surrounding forest as Donovan moved through the undergrowth. Leaping up onto a log, the fighters muscles rippled under his pelt. He perked his ears, listening to the sounds of the pine forest. A distant voice reached his ears, and the toms eyes sparked with interest. Hmmm I wonder who that could be? Leaping down from the log, Donovan slunk through the undergrowth, lifting his nose to take in the scents around him. An odd scent reached his nose, and he snarled in disgust. "Eww that stinks." He quietly growled, twitching his tail-tip. He could tell it was a car scent, but he didn't know why it stunk so bad.

He pushed through another bush, and came to a small clearing in the pine forest. He cast his olive hues around, and froze as he spotted a brown cat in the distance. Seeing as the cat hasn't spotted him yet, Donovan continued on towards the Shadowclan border, unknown to him. As he approached it, the fighter was hit with that strong scent again, and he crinkled his nose. He continued on anyways, shaking his brown and tan pelt. Which was clean and glossy, as he had just groomed it that morning.

Slowly, Donovan approached the cat from behind, a smirk crossing his face, his fangs glinting in the sun. "Hey there!"

[Mayflower]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

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Onyxclaw smiled, his tail lasing. "Is he" he teased, he didn't feel much but humor towards the molly.

"I guess so, I mean he's right here." The molly looked into Onyxclaw's eyes with her stunning yellow ones for a second and winked, then picked up the mouse she had caught earlier. "I should probably drop this off in camp. If you want me too, I'll be back in a bit." Nightwhisper smiled and stood, turning towards the camp.

[EchoHeart45]

A young kit stumbled in, sick. "W-where am I?" she mewed. She was dying, she needed help.

[EchoHeart45]

Echo felt alone. She began crying. She didn't know what would happen.

[Vesper]

@woly
Wildfern padded in the territory. Sue heard a rustle and a black cat jumped on her. She yelped and fought. The black she cat claws her chest and Wild fern tried to run away. The she cat bit her tail and raked her claws alone her side. She ran. Wildfern couldn't see clearly. Everything was blury. She ran. She felt something sharp in her leg and yowled. She was caught in a fox trap. She kept squirming, making it worse. She gave up and curled up. Tears fell down her cheeks. "I'm going to die..." She kept saying. She looked up to see the black cat smirkinmg and the cat threw her claws at her face. She yelped and tried to fight back. The she cat only blacked out from blood loss. She laid in a pool of blood.

[graves]

Originally Posted by Jay-Jay

@woly
Wildfern padded in the territory. Sue heard a rustle and a black cat jumped on her. She yelped and fought. The black she cat claws her chest and Wild fern tried to run away. The she cat bit her tail and raked her claws alone her side. She ran. Wildfern couldn't see clearly. Everything was blury. She ran. She felt something sharp in her leg and yowled. She was caught in a fox trap. She kept squirming, making it worse. She gave up and curled up. Tears fell down her cheeks. "I'm going to die..." She kept saying. She looked up to see the black cat smirkinmg and the cat threw her claws at her face. She yelped and tried to fight back. The she cat only blacked out from blood loss. She laid in a pool of blood.

Daypaw was out picking herbs, chills running up their spine. They hated being out in the terriotry alone, but a storm was coming over the clans soon and they wanted to pick herbs before any where possibly washed away. It was so easy to let things be made up in their mind with lack of sleep. They focused their attention on the flowers infront of them, picking at the stems and not the roots to allow more herbs to be able to grow. Their ears twitched at the sounds of cats fighting, which left them curious. The placed their herbs down, but the following scent of blood only made them more worried. Daypaw soon came upon the sight of a black cat attack one of Shadowclans warriors, while being stuck in a foxtrap. While Daypaw may be a med cat now, they still did have some warrior training. Fluffing out their fur to become twice their size as they kissed at the black feline, extending their claws. Stepping forward they stood above Wildfern, protecting the unconscious feline. After a moment, the black cat ran away and Daypaw immediately check for injuries besides the fox trap on her hind legs. There were major injuries on her chest and tail, and her leg was losing blood pretty fast. Daypaw pressed their paws against the cold metal of the fox trap and pushed at it before prying it open. The action left the small cat out of breath. For once, they hoped to Starclan that they let this cat live. It wasnt often, near to none Daypaw had hopeful thoughts of Starclan. But this cat needed to live. Grabbing Wildferm by the tuft, Daypaw pulled. They were a smaller cat and only an apprentice, so hauling a large body was hard but they did it. Daypaw started to lick the injuries, wanting to clean them before trying to get the molly back to camp. They prodded Wildfern with a paw, "Wildfern? Wildfern I need you to stay awake." They werent an experienced med cat at all, only thinking of basics of what other med cats would do.

[Vesper]

Originally Posted by woly

Daypaw was out picking herbs, chills running up their spine. They hated being out in the terriotry alone, but a storm was coming over the clans soon and they wanted to pick herbs before any where possibly washed away. It was so easy to let things be made up in their mind with lack of sleep. They focused their attention on the flowers infront of them, picking at the stems and not the roots to allow more herbs to be able to grow. Their ears twitched at the sounds of cats fighting, which left them curious. The placed their herbs down, but the following scent of blood only made them more worried. Daypaw soon came upon the sight of a black cat attack one of Shadowclans warriors, while being stuck in a foxtrap. While Daypaw may be a med cat now, they still did have some warrior training. Fluffing out their fur to become twice their size as they kissed at the black feline, extending their claws. Stepping forward they stood above Wildfern, protecting the unconscious feline. After a moment, the black cat ran away and Daypaw immediately check for injuries besides the fox trap on her hind legs. There were major injuries on her chest and tail, and her leg was losing blood pretty fast. Daypaw pressed their paws against the cold metal of the fox trap and pushed at it before prying it open. The action left the small cat out of breath. For once, they hoped to Starclan that they let this cat live. It wasnt often, near to none Daypaw had hopeful thoughts of Starclan. But this cat needed to live. Grabbing Wildferm by the tuft, Daypaw pulled. They were a smaller cat and only an apprentice, so hauling a large body was hard but they did it. Daypaw started to lick the injuries, wanting to clean them before trying to get the molly back to camp. They prodded Wildfern with a paw, "Wildfern? Wildfern I need you to stay awake." They werent an experienced med cat at all, only thinking of basics of what other med cats would do.

Wildfern felt prodding and winced. She opened her eyes slowly. "D-Daypaw?" She looked up. Blood crusted around her muzzle. "A-am I dead?" She asked. The white molly sighed in pain.