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Post by cloverleaf on Feb 6, 2010 5:26:00 GMT
It wasn't the greatest of ideas. But Viperfang could not find any prey close by, and he had been searching for something, anything at this point. His Clan needed the fresh-kill. Since the snakes and amphibians were gone for the Leaf-bare, the only resort ShadowClan had left for food were the small mammals and the rare bird. But it seemed that they were gone as well. The morning before, the silver tom had caught two mice and a squirrel that had wandered out from its nest from hibernation. But now, he couldn't find any evidence that there was anything living in their territory but them. So this is how Viperfang came to watch the prairie before him that marked the beginning of WindClan territory, contemplating intruding and catching himself at least one thing for his clan. He wouldn't go to far in, and he would hide all the evidence. But it was against the warrior code. And he could tell the rest of the hunting patrol that they were out of luck in this part of the territory and just move on to another place. But he still couldn't peel his amber eyes from the field. He had expected the waves of grain dancing in the chilly breeze, but instead, he was meet by dying sticks that were dark and crusty. Maybe WindClan was suffering as well. But then again, harsh times called for harsh measures. And the controversy just kept going on.
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Post by Ebonstar on Feb 6, 2010 7:32:08 GMT
Weak sunlight met Skysong's eyes as she padded through the barren, snowy territory. ShadowClan was supposed to be strong, but how could even the strongest Clan fight of intruders while slowly starving? She was heading to the WindClan border, to try and find something, anything for her Clan to eat.
Pading along through the deep snow, she could scent another ShadowClan cat nearby. Viperfang? What's he doing here? She thought, before realising that he would be doing the exact same thing as her, hunting for the almost non-existant prey. On an impulse, she followed the scent trail, thinking they could maybe hunt together and see if that improved their withering luck. Aproaching the other cat, she noticed that he was staring out to the plains of WindClan, a stricken look on his face. 'Viperfang? What's the matter?' The she-cat meowed.
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Post by Leopardstar on Feb 7, 2010 2:26:29 GMT
>sorry i need to post wit him haha xD<
Blackhole stauntered through the shadowclan undergrowth in search of SOMETHING to eat. His normally strongly built frame was limp and he looked exhausted. Blackhole was suffering more then most of the cats, obviously not the sick or elderly, because of the amount of food he was used to eating to support his strongly built, streamlined body, and now the food had been arruptly taken away. If you looked close enough you could see his ribs under his shaggy black coat. He growled angrily at the loss of food. He hadn't spotted one vole while he had been out here, blending into the dark surroundings. He had scented the smell of other cats on his wanderings but hadn't bothered to check them out or ponder on who they might be. All he knew was that they were no threat. He would run into them eventually. That thinking didn't last long.
Being a determined cat he stumbled on, woundering for the first time if the other cats had managed to catch anything. This was the first time he would have eaten without feeding the clan first. he was starving. He decided to try and meet up with the other hunters. they were better off in a group.
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Post by cloverleaf on Feb 8, 2010 4:03:34 GMT
The sound of a familiar voice startled Viperfang from his thoughts and he spun around to see who it was. "Oh, Skysong," he began with relief, "It's you." Then he turned back to look at the WindClan prairie one more time before looking back the the she-cat. "Um, well, nothing really. It's just that we're really struggling with food, and I thought that maybe WindClan, um, had some to spare..." He felt ridiculous saying that, but he trusted the other warrior, not just because she was a ShadowClanner, but because they had been apprentices together and become warriors at the same time too. He still lowered his ears though, waiting for her to snap at him about what he already knew. The warrior code. Then with a thought about how un-Viperfang that was, he raised his ears and straightened up. His amber eyes met hers with a blank look, not revealing anything of what he was actually feeling.
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Post by Leopardstar on Feb 8, 2010 9:09:02 GMT
Blackhole, sick and tired of trying.... and failing, to catch his prey decided ot check out the other shadowclanners. The scent of the wind smelt vaugely of Skysong and Viperfang. Good he thought. Good hunters. He continued up the dense, well walked track until he reached a small rise admist the shadowclan territory. Gazing up from his paws at which he ad been looking on the long haul he spotted two figures below. He broke into a small trot until he reached htem. "Hello, any luck?" he began, even though he knew the answer
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Post by Ebonstar on Feb 9, 2010 4:41:36 GMT
Skysong was a little shocked, for two reasons. One, Viperfang was telling the truth. He had been on the verge of breaking the warrior code. And two, He had told her the truth. Though they knew each other, and trained together, they weren't exactly close. Yet... He did have a point. Windclan did seem healthier than the other three Clans, almost as if Starclan was favouring them over the others. 'I... I don't believe I'm saying this, but I agree. It's against everything we were brought up with, but I... I think we should try. But we have to stay right by the border, in case anyone from WindClan comes.' She looked up at the other tom, with a sad, yet sneaky look in her eyes. 'You up for it?' Just then, a senior warrior, Blackhole walked up, asking about their hunt. Turning to him, she answered Nothing yet, you?
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Post by Leopardstar on Feb 9, 2010 8:07:52 GMT
Blackhole, as soon as he stepped up too them noticed that something was wrong, but he didn't dissmiss it. After all, he was used to trouble with his history of being a ex rouge and that. Although he wasn't terribly sure htat the other two cats were up to it. The smell of prey wafted almost teasingly over the boarder. Well he thought if we get in trouble we can just say that they were teasing us. Its not that much of a lie. Just a half truth. He grinned, pleased with his little scheme. "Wotcha think I am? A amature? Ive been downthis road plenty a time. I dont need convincing." He grinned again. He looked over at the boarder before continuing. "But windclanners aren't dumb. Theyll know somethings up."
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Post by cloverleaf on Feb 10, 2010 4:53:24 GMT
Amazed at how Skysong, and then Blackhole when he arrived were so willing to carry-out his plan, all he could do was gape at them. Rethinking, he realized that he shouldn't be that surprised, as they were ShadowClanners and he had come up with the idea after all. Blinking at that realization, he gave the two warriors a new look. One of determination and a touch of trouble. "Well, since we know we are all up to it now, we can find a strategy first. Perhaps we should cover our scent with something? And we'd also have to cover our tracks on the snow and make sure our kills are clean. Unless of course, we just march in, hunt, march out, and deny that nothing ever happened if they dare question us."
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Post by Ebonstar on Feb 11, 2010 4:15:57 GMT
Skysong just nodded at Blackhole's announcement, but when Viperfang spoke, she put in her two cents worth. 'Knowing my luck, if we did the latter, they would catch us in the act, so our best bet is to disguise our scent. Do you know if there's any garlic, or dung of any kind around?' Neither option was pleasant, but both were better than WindClan catching them and persecuting them. 'We've all been taught to make clean kills, and one of us could dust behind us with their tail to hide the tracks.' The young cat was proving why she had been made a warrior so soon, with wit and initiative.
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Post by cloverleaf on Feb 13, 2010 2:23:38 GMT
Nodding his agreement, Viperfang began to think. He recalled his whole walk to where he stood, trying to remember if he had spotted anything of what Skysong had mentioned. Then it clicked. "I saw about 2-day old fox-dung not too far from here," he explained. That would be even better, having the scent be stale. He looked back at his tail and realized his tail wouldn't be very good at sweeping the ground behind them. It was skinny. "My tail can't act as a sweeper..." he commented, still staring at his tail. After two more heartbeats of that, he turned back to the other two cats and asked, "Do you want me to take you to the fox-dung?"
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Post by Leopardstar on Feb 14, 2010 6:47:19 GMT
Blackhole nodded in regards to Skysongs statement. A wise choice he noted. He gazed around at the tereirn between the two territories, taking in their advantages and weak points. He sat very still, only the tip of his tail flicking side to side. It wasn't until Viperfang spoke up that he spoke again. "That would be ideal. Its good that the dung has a stale scent too. Can you take us?"
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Post by Jayflight on Feb 14, 2010 16:59:46 GMT
Memories. This walk down 'memory lane' was turning to pure torture. The winds seemed to call his name, and he winced every time he thought about it. But there's no going back, he told himself. Not after what happened. Suddenly, his heart leaped. Were they attacking Windclan today? Deadheart bounded up, eyes still full of pain. Everyone knew he was from Windclan, right? "Hey, guys...." The tom akwardly greeted as he approached. "What's up?" Pale eyes narrowed some, one brow raised. He bent his head to akwardly lick his furry white chest; yet he did that to avoid looking at them. His new clanmates scared him to death sometimes.
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Post by Leopardstar on Feb 15, 2010 8:05:33 GMT
Blackholes eyes narrowed. The new cats presence made him wairy. It was pretty unconvincing that the ex windclanner HAPPENED to walk up to them when they were just on their way to steal prey. His eyes were soon yellow slitas admist his black, shadowy coat. His tail twitched mockingly.
"Whats it to do with you?" he sneered. He normally wasn't like this but for some reason he just didn't trust the newcommer. He was new to these woods. It also didnt help that Deadheart often got a homesick look everythime he thought noone was looking. But Blackhole had grown up looking for these signs and knew how to find them.
>Apologies about Blackhole haha<
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Post by Jayflight on Feb 15, 2010 21:40:36 GMT
He had to say that he saw it coming, and therefore wasn't bothered. Tiger had bothered him as a kit about how he bet some weak newer warrior would probably mentor him. And even then, Nightkit hadn't been stupid. He saw how much the strong warrior had believed that, and how much it haunted him. Nightkit was a strong, large, promising kit. So the tom shot a true response. "Last time I checked, a fellow warrior has the right to know what happened among clanmates standing around a border." Eyes narrowed in return, Deadheart stepped forward, ears pinned back to his broad skull. "Unless your trying to rally everyone into an attack on Windclan. In that case, I'm sure Duskstar would just love to know the reason for such a meeting." As rebelious as Deadheart was, he knew also to remind them of a leader being present who, even if it would be to hold back news of a dead warrior, would do something if Deadheart was attacked. He knew Skysong would most likely be among the last to join in on a rally, and Viperfang was right behind her, but it never hurt to be prepared. "Show them! Show them what you can do, my noble apprentice. You've ripped Shadowclan pelt before, this is no different from then." No! "Tigerwing, there is something different. These are my clanmates now, thanks to you," the black tom snarled in his mind, eyes aflame almost with rage and anger at the voice. He could almost feel the dark tabby pelt near his, almost smell the windblown scent, almost see the glint of blazing amber eyes, yet his voice was clear. The image of his former mentor, laying there on the thunderpath, his blood pooling around him, while Nightpaw had stood there in horror of what he'd done. No, Deadheart told himself. Shadowclan is my new home. This is where my loyalty lies.
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Post by Ebonstar on Feb 16, 2010 4:12:50 GMT
Watching the two toms ripping into each other with their words, Skysong finally had enough. 'Would you two just sit down, shut up, and think with your minds, not your furry asses?' She was a bit snappish, but it was the nerves talking, from what she was about to do. 'Deadheart, we were just... Discussing possible hunting places, as every cat has been having a bit of trouble this leafbare. You got any ideas?' She didn't really know the former WindClanner, and didn't completely trust him because of that. The maine coon was sure Deadheart would be a completely trustworthy friend, but hadn't really spoken to him, so was unsure of telling him their true intentions.
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Post by Leopardstar on Feb 16, 2010 8:18:24 GMT
Blackhole didn't flinch at the slightest at Deadhearts 'warm' comeback. "Well done," he mocked and if he could clap sarcasticly he would of. He paid no attention what so ever to Skysongs attempt to regain calm amoung the gathered cats, and lightly flicked of the furry ass insult with a slight but noticeable, irritated flick of his ear.
His eyes bore down on Deadhearts. Yellow pits of distrust. Blackhole was not the cat to get on the bad side of and his clan knew it. He knew the cat probably still had feelings for his old home and that was a good enough reason to not trust him. He knew that the other female bystanders would probably try to break this up so without waiting for an answer he meowed: "I mean look at him. A windclaner trying, and failing," he muttered under his breath "to join the ranks of Shadowclan. We cant trust him. Shadowclan has NEVER trusted Windclan and so why should this cat...be any...exception?" Pausing for effect (xD) Blackhole continued "I can see him, wrestling with his conscience, in what ways i dont know, but wrestling even so. Part of his heart has and always will lie in Windclan."
Scowling he looked at the other shadowclanners, daring them to dissagree. If they did hed be off and they could go 'hunting' by themselves, with a cat who was split in half.
>whoo hoo! Conflict!<
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Post by Jayflight on Feb 16, 2010 23:14:46 GMT
Although Blackhole could care less, Deadheart was eager to listen to Skysing and merely brushed past the other tom at that point. He figured something was up, but he decided to- How dare he! Turning calmly back around, his voice little emotion, and his words were unhurried. "A true warrior fights not with words, but with claws and fangs. If I'm truely not a Shadowclan cat, then attack me. I'm a tresspasser, then. But good luck explaining the dead body to Duskstar. Because I don't harm my clanmates." Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Skysong again with a knowing look in his eyes. "You were thinking of raiding Windclan," he said with a chuckle. "Well, you'd need help, now wouldn't you? Speed and knowlegde." He narrowed his eyes, but they still held that knowing look, and he was smiling. Deadheart could sense his personal ghost bristling with disbelief, but that only made him smirk. "I wonder where you'd find that?" Followed by those words, he puffed himself up the best he could and waved his befluffed tail in the air. Could you get any more obvious?
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Post by cloverleaf on Feb 17, 2010 4:21:54 GMT
The silver tom acknowledged Deadheart, but although the argument between him and Blackhole was intense, he could care less. Their problem. That was Viperfang's ideology: If something was associated with him, he was on top of it. If not... well, he didn't have to worry about it. This was the scenario now. He knew Skysong would be all looking for peace, but that was her. Viperfang had too much pride in himself to worry about others. When Deadheart suggested fighting, his amber eyes did gleam a little though. Some action would be a change in routine, but he also didn't want to bother with a dead clanmate, even if he was a WindClanner before. The newcomer better be loyal. If not, then ShadowClan was screwed. But thinking about it further, Viperfang realized that no, ShadowClan was too good for that. If anyone was getting screwed, it was Deadheart. But that was only if he was disloyal of course.
When the tom basically set himself up for their rule-breaking, well, Viperfang almost decided he liked him. What better way to show yourself off? For the first time since he arrived, the silver tabby spoke. "Good point. But first, let's get your facts straight. No, we weren't going to raid WindClan, just get some prey to feed ShadowClan. And I am sure we can all handle catching us each a piece of prey without too much trouble. ShadowClan has skills too, you know." His voice was casual, almost as if this was a friendly conversation between clanmates. But he felt the tension. But Viperfang being Viperfang, it just didn't bother him.
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Post by Ebonstar on Feb 18, 2010 3:47:28 GMT
Skysong glared at Blackhole, then turned her gaze to Viperfang as he spoke. Raising an eyebrow, she meowed loudly, 'Hey, can we get on with it? My paws are beginning to freeze off, and I'd like to do this before anyone suspects anything. So,' She turned, fixing Deadheart with a deadly stare. '...Are you going to come?'
[sorry its short, just got home after a 6hour tramp and I'm very lethargic...=)]
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Post by Leopardstar on Feb 18, 2010 6:27:12 GMT
Blackhole looked slyly at Deadheart. "Spectacular words im sure but im not going to waste my time on you. Windclan is no match for Windclan anyway and im sure i'd be kicked out of the clan. Not worth it. Not worth it at all." Stiffling a smirk he glanced at the others debating over when to get going and then at the outsider cat who had smartly inflated himself to 10 times his usual size. Show off he thought. Someone knows how to make a bad impression when coming into a new clan. "Well are we going or not?" His impatience was pushing to the surface. This was not Blackhole at all.
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Post by cloverleaf on Feb 20, 2010 4:53:20 GMT
The silver tabby flicked his ears amusingly at Blackhole. Not because he was being funny, but because this was not the Blackhole he knew. He knew that him and his mate, Eclipsesong, were perhaps the quietest cats in the Clan. And their oldest kitten, Emberkit. Of the trio, Viperfang always though the warrior tom the kindest. But he shrugged it off, assuming that this was the warrior's inner self. But as to his words, he couldn't help but agree.
He stood up hurriedly, as if he had just remembered he had something extremely important to attend to. His tail lashed the cool air impatiently, trying to make it obvious that Blackhole was right, they needed to get going. "Yes, we are going. Let's start making our way in, and if you decide to join us Deadheart, catch up. Like a ShadowClanner of course." He didn't mean anything specific with his words. When someone said like a ShadowClanner, you thought of sneaky. And that's what he was really trying to get at. But he turned without emotion in his amber eyes, facing the WindClan plains ahead of him. He suddenly remembered that he had to find the dung so they could disguise their scent. "I'll take you to the fox dung," he said before turning back towards the heart of ShadowClan territory, expecting them to follow.
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Post by Ebonstar on Feb 23, 2010 4:38:11 GMT
Getting up and following Viperfang, Skysong flicked her tail in an annoyed fashion at the two seated toms. She decided that she wouldn't speak to them unless she absolutely had to, at least until they stopped behaving like birds in spring, one trying to be better than the other. Trotting up next to Viperfang, she hissed in a low voice, 'Starclan knows, those two are being such kits!' She had had enough of them, and it was beginning to show.
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Post by Leopardstar on Feb 25, 2010 7:39:27 GMT
Blackhole flicked his tail once more in annoyence. Not just at Deadheart but the young Skysong too. Her voice was hardly a whisper to his ears. Getting up he decided that he wouldn't wait aroung for Deadheart to pull himself together and get going so he rose to his feet and sloped away towards the other retreating cats. He didn't once look over his shoulder.
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Post by cloverleaf on Mar 2, 2010 4:25:22 GMT
Arriving at last at the base of the withered tree, Viperfang halted a couple of tail-lengths away from the dung. The stench wasn't as horrifying anymore, but it was there nonetheless. The spotted tabby wrinkled his nose in disgust before turning back to look as Skysong and Blackhole. Deadheart had either not come or not caught up with them yet. But without the warrior or with, they would execute their plan.
"There it is," he grumbled, pointing his sleek tail towards it. The thought of rolling in it and smelling like it revolted him. He never thought he'd have to do something like this. But he was willing to do it, if it meant benefit for his Clan. "So who wants to go first?"
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Post by Ebonstar on Mar 2, 2010 6:06:37 GMT
Sighing, Skysong padded past him, meowing 'I will.' Holding her breath as she neared the foul pile, she looked at it. How can one small thing make such a stench? Shaking her head, she gulped in a breath and dropped to the ground, rolling straight through it and thoroughly coating herself in ... Fox Dung.
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