header by @/Blaaze 24 Moons PURRKS
The Collector-Inactive
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Dewfawn gave a short nod to Sneezepaw as they agreed to go under, and while they did that, they continued searching up top.
The whole thing is extremely solid.
Dewfawn can't find any weak points.
They can't even dig their claws into it!
They don't find anything, and soon Sneezepaw as back up, and it doesn't sound like they had much better luck.
Well, at least they have an idea while Dewfawn doesn't at the moment.
"Yeah, nothing up here." The cream colored cat replied as they hopped down "We can try that out."
Was Deadmoon improperly distracted? Yes. Yes she was. But was she going to put much effort at all into stopping being distracted? Not a chance. Vinesmoke and Wildpaw were hanging out, her favorite tunneler (sorry Crowtooth) approaching the apprentice with a smirk on his maw. A teasing one. She couldn't hear what exactly he was saying, her ears weren't great and they were a good distance away, but she could see their faces. It looked.....it looked like Rookscreech had. It looked like she must have, when she was with her dearest friend. The teasing, good natured tone that must be coming from his mouth was one she knew well.
For a moment Deadmoon debated approaching them. She could tease, or chat, or.....something. She decided against it, in a shocking moment of sensibility. She'd have drawn back from Rookscreech in an instant if any of their clanmates had come over to 'chat', and while what Vinesmoke and Wildpaw were up to was in no way discouraged by the warrior code as her friendship? had been, they would probably react similarly. Bashful young cats, and all that.
So, instead of harassing them just a tad bit, Deadmoon settled on mucking about with something far enough from the crowd that she could still keep an eye on them. For.....reasons. There were strange, twoleg boxes on trees, and Deadmoon went after one of them. It was.....hard. Crunchy against her claws, and bending only a tad as she slashed at it. She tried again. Small white slices of the box peeled away, and Deadmoon just......kept hitting it. Eventually her claws broke through, and stuck there. Yanking, she managed to free them from the box. She hit it again, scoring a few, long scratches into the side of the box. It...flashed. The box flashed, a bright light, right in her eyes. The heck? Retreating, Deadmoon glared up at the box balefully. Well now she really wanted to destroy it. (open)
Leopardflight-She/Her
15 Moons PURRKS
Chill of Death-Inactive
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Okay, she's here and all that.
Leopardflight is a warrior now, and doing something immediately!
She's totally down for that!
Navigating, she scents only one cat in a certain part. "Hey! You need any help?" She asked cheerfully.
With so many cats pulling at the tarp it wasnt a shock when it eventually ripped free with a tearing sound, flapping loose as deputy released it. He let out a pleased growl, tail lashing the tom swiped at it once, leaving a score of claws before letting it do whatever it did.
"Good work team, looks like a lot more o' these weird twoleg den stuff is available ta thrash now." The toms tatter ear flicked at Wispshards words, and he kind of assessed the pile. "Now yall either set ta work attackin' whats now exposed or find a new target. I see a good few clanmates who might need some help or things that aint got no one attackin' it.
Im personally goin' after one o' the small monsters now," The tom reached over to pat Hawkfurs shoulder, a silent 'be strong, Im here for you' knowing how much this ruin distressed him. "GIT BACK TA IT YALL! I WANT THEIR CAMP IN THE MAKIN' SO RUINED THEY'LL NEVER COME BACK!"
There was still plenty here to attack: sandbags, paint, long timbers, nails, and the like not that Crowtooth knew what those were. All could be scattered and destroyed with some effort.
Now for the mini monsters..... Padding around the one Warmsun already did some work on the tom huffed in interest and approval spotting the chewed up wires. He had no clue what they were or were for but it HAD to be important, right? Cats had 'wires' themselves, tendons and veins that were critical for life so it was probably the same thingy.
The tom padded over to the untouched ATV, eyes scanning over Dewfawn and Sneezepaw going after the metal thing at the end, before ducking below the ATV and setting to work. There were fuel lines to sink claws into, wires to chew, tiny little destroy-able things hidden by the untouchable hard frame a cat could get into and he would do so with vengeance.
HE/HIM • WARRIOR • 14M • WINDCLAN "A fluffy white & brown ticked tabby tom." PURRKS: N/A
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Birchfawn let out a hiss. This wasn't going to work. He turned to Fleetsmoke. "This isn't working. Maybe if we claw these enough, the twolegs would notice?" And so he got to work clawing to leave deep gouges in the wood.
[ @kira // anyone else that wants to help, they are leaving deep clawmarks in the barn frame! ]
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Fallensky shivered as Fleetpaw's nose touched hers, but a sudden warmth flew through her. Energy surged in her claws as she licked his ears affectionately. It's okay, Fleetpaw. She murmured, a soft purr rumbling in her throat. Her ears perked as the tom explained to her that he had an idea. Fallensky sat down, her tail curled neatly around her. She leaned forward, watching his next moves. I understand. She nodded, her eyes narrowing as she watched him dig. "Can you knock it out?" As soon as the words escaped Fleetpaw's maw, the newly named warrior was back on her feet. Straightening to her hind legs, she pressed herself against the 'fence', her muscles trembling with effort. This part is almost broken! She exclaimed, her face twisting in agony the harder she pushed. She huffed as she thought about what her mother's kitting must have been like, except ten times worse. Keep digging! She urged, forcing herself to put a smile on her face for Fleetpaw's sake.
{ @Luna16 - Fleetpaw }
Fleetpaw was relieved when Fallensky seemed to pick up on what he was attempting to do. But he could tell despite her best efforts that it was taking a lot out of her, it was in the heaving puffing in her voice. One of his sensitive ears flicked, the only sign of his stress. He needed to work quickly to alleviate the pressure from her! Fleetpaw dug faster, though lost none of its precision. He took a moment to flex and stretch his claws, evaluating the hole. If I dig around this way…it might collapse faster. Nimbly, and with calculated precision, Fleetpaw dug a deep semi-circle around the base of the thick wooden stick. He suddenly saw it start to give, and moved out of the way swiftly to avoid being in its path.
“T-Try now!” He meowed, his voice steadier than usual. So focused on his task was he, that he forgot to be as scared as he usually was. Like he was when he was in the tunnels.
Fallensky nodded, taking a deep breath before throwing her shoulder against the wooden fence, doing her best to dislodge it. She pushed harder, squeezing her eyes shut as it toppled over. The only problem was, it had swung back the wrong way, leaning towards herself and Fleetpaw. Taking action, she quickly launched herself at the wood, shoving it backward. Fallensky let out a sigh of relief, and she pressed herself against the black-furred apprentice. Her paw throbbed, so she turned it over, noticing a wood splinter lodged into her pad. She leaned over, grasping it in her teeth before ripping it out instinctively. The she-cat bit her lip, trying not to yowl in agony as droplets of blood spilled out. She rasped her tongue along the cut, closing her eyes as the pain began to ebb. Turning to Fleetpaw, she gave his ear a comforting lick. Great job! She purred, her eyes twinkling with pride. She was so glad to have the best cat in the clan on her side.
{ @Luna16 - Fleetpaw }
Alright, maybe they were getting somewhere! Sneezepaw beamed, very pleased at themself for coming up with an idea all on their own (though, of course, they still didn't know whether or not it would actually work, but they could just figure all that out later).
"Okay, let's do this!" Sneezepaw yowled, just to hype themself up a bit. They began to shove at the monster, just above one of its funny, round paws. The monster mostly stayed put, so Sneezepaw increased the pressure, grunting with effort as their shoulder pushed up against the creature's stone-hard pelt. Even putting in every bit of effort they could muster, they were going to need the warrior's help if they were going to make any actual progress towards upending this beast.
Fernpaw looked at Ashpaw. The quiet tom batted at the square tree. "It’s a... ... uh.. square stump? But it's light" Fernpaw mewed as he pushed it. Seeing his mother Heathernose and Lightnight he saw how they pushed it. "It’s... we can move it" Fernpaw meowed. He leapt onto of the box. Diging his claws in he punctured holes. "It’s hollow. There's nothing it in but some dirt
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Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 10 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 The Stowaway Child
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Cottonpaw lifted his head in a smile as help had arrived. Fernpaw and Ashpaw, he wasn’t familiar with Fernpaw but he knew Ashpaw’s ginger fur and that was a familiar sight. ”I..I.I t.think Fernpaw’s right, w.w.we can move it. I.i.if we p.p.p.push hard enough.” He looked back towards the square tree he’d been digging at the base of that made up one of the beams of the chicken coop.
They all got quite far down now, paws muddied and hard worked. He gave a nod toward the others before putting his backside into the trunk, pushing as hard as he could with his might. But it didn’t seem to budge even an inch, he stepped back and let his yellow eyes wander up the shape. Alongside being firmly in the ground it seemed to be tied together by some sort of metal string. Bound into something that looked like a prison, but with metal instead of sticks and twine. ”I..I.I think w.we h.have to pull the m.m.metal off, it’s h.h.holding it t.t.together.” His voice was quiet this time but seemed to carry louder in the night’s atmosphere. With Fernpaw and Ashpaw it felt like he was capable of doing this, it felt like he didn’t have to be as terrified.
Looking at the metal strings around the strange structure, Ashpaw wondered if he could make it fall. They seemed to be attached to other strings, but didn’t seem completely attached to the square trees. “Hang on, I’ll try to make it fall” he said before backing a bit. Then, catching some speed, he slammed into the ropes using his shoulder.
[Rolled a 14 (out of 20)]
The apprentice felt the strings bend a bit, but didn’t do much more than that. However, he noticed that the metal had stayed in place and hadn’t come back entirely to its normal position like normal rope would do, making the area of the wall of ropes where he hit curved. “Didn’t do much” he said.
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Myling is frantically looking around for ice cream.
Splashcloud is talking for no reason...
Foxy is graffiting the wall with poorly-drawn pixel art
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Looking at the metal strings around the strange structure, Ashpaw wondered if he could make it fall. They seemed to be attached to other strings, but didn’t seem completely attached to the square trees. “Hang on, I’ll try to make it fall” he said before backing a bit. Then, catching some speed, he slammed into the ropes using his shoulder.
[Rolled a 14 (out of 20)]
The apprentice felt the strings bend a bit, but didn’t do much more than that. However, he noticed that the metal had stayed in place and hadn’t come back entirely to its normal position like normal rope would do, making the area of the wall of ropes where he hit curved. “Didn’t do much” he said.
"But look. There not in the same place. They can bend which means we can force it to move"
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header by @/Blaaze 24 Moons PURRKS
The Collector-Inactive
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Dewfawn soon started helping Sneezepaw push upwards on the monster.
It seemed like it was starting to move, but they weren't sure if two cats were enough.
That was, until there was a subtle movement that began.
It was starting to move, so Dewfawn put even more strength into pushing.
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