The NightClan Roleplay - Book 6

[Golden]

Aug 16, 2009 14:11:14 GMT -5 i hope dawn never comes. said:

Wildflower laughed and nodded to her patrol, "I could use the break." She sighed. The deputy padded deeper into the forest, she loved NighClan. And hte she-cat would always be grateful to Goldenstar for accepting her even after she had been part of an evil clan to take over the forest. She had been know as Raccoon, but she had worked her way up and earned her warrior name. But to Wildflower she had earned much more then that. Her eyes scanned around for Dingoface, her only living kit and everyday he continued to remind her of Flameriver. The deputy gave a small sigh before trailing a vole, she sprung inot the air landing on her target and killing it with a swift blow to the neck. Wildflower scraped dirt over her kill, she would come back for it later. The brown she-cat gave a small sigh and a smile. But behind her smile was worry, she wasn't sure it she could trust Metalclaw, it was just hard to trust strangers these day. Hard to trust family too, she decided after remebering the time her son, Poisonpaw, had attacked NightClan. The thought saddened her, so she distracted herself with hunting. That was at it's best to be forgotten.

Mysterysong followed Wildflower through the forest. Her soft paw steps created no racket to scare the prey as her green eyes searched for it. She watched as Wildflower swiftly killed a vole. She purred her approval softly and dipped her head.

The grass rustled nearby. Mysterysong grew silent and swiveled her ears toward it. She could hear its squeaking now. It was definitely a mouse searching for food. Her eyes focused in on the small creature and watched as it scampered farther away from a bush. She would wait until it got near the clump of grass before leaping.

Mysterysong sank to the ground. She remembered joining NightClan. Before she had she had taught herself to hunt. But their techniques had been different and she had to learn them as well. This crouch had long since become natural; almost as easy as walking.

Flying forward with her claws outstretched, she barreled into the mouse. It was stunned, but not dead. She bit its neck with only two teeth, just enough to end its life. The warrior gave thanks to StarClan for the kill before burying it under the dirt.

[Lawl[iet]]

"Let's keep going," Oakwing meowed and Graypaw nodded. The two walked for a few minutes before Graypaw twitched her nose. "It smells like damp moss," she mewed.
"That's because we're getting closer to the SmokeClan border," the mentor replied. "Their territory is mostly marsh and damp ground, but their camp is a dry place. What else do you smell?"
Graypaw sniffed again. "A bird, I think," she meowed.
"Good. Now locate it."
"It's in that bush," the apprentice meowed, pointing with her tail.
"Now stalk it. Remember what I showed you, and make sure to keep your weight even."
Graypaw nodded and got low to the ground. She crept quietly and slowly, then leapt into the bush. The bird quickly tried to fly away, but the gray she-cat was able to catch it before it got too far up.
"Excelent!" Oakwing purred. "Let's take that back to camp and rest for today."

Ghoststar led Metalclaw to the border and stopped. "I'll let you continue on your own from here," he meowed. "I'd prefer if you stayed away from the Clans." He padded away, leaving Metalclaw alone.
The tom laid down for a moment. He didn't want to leave the Clans, but it was for the best. He stood up and ran off, leaving everything else behind him.
"I'll be back someday," he murmured to himself. "I will come back."

[~*WOLFIE*~]

After visiting the Clan borders, Dewwing stopped and sniffed the air. "Do you smell that, Wolfpaw?"
The apprentice absorbed the smell and decifered what it was. She looked over at a bundle of grass and saw a glint of brown fur. "Mouse." Wolfpaw whispered, lowering her body to the ground and creeping up on the tiny creature.
Dewwing watched, impressed, as Wolfpaw creeped up on the mouse in the clump of grass.
Extending her back legs quickly to spring up, Wolfpaw was on top of the mouse and it was dead in an instant; probably from shock.
"Good job!" Dewwing said excitedly. "Now pick it up and lets head back to the NightClan camp.
Wolfpaw picked up the little mouse and headed back the way they came from, careful not to turn at a wrong place.
As Dewwing followed her apprentice, she thought of Metalclaw. She swore, if her father had been hard on him...

[Lawl[iet]]

Graypaw trotted proudly into camp, the bird dangling from her jaws. She forgot about what happen (it seemed like moons ago now) and happily dropped her catch onto the pile. She let out a purr of satisfaction and spotted her sisters near the entrance. "Wolfpaw!" she purred, running towards her siblings. "I caught a bird today!"
"That's great, Graypaw," Gorsebranch meowed as he began to leave camp for a short walk. "Looks like Wolfpaw caught a mouse. Great work, both of you."
Graypaw purred loudly at her brother's praise and went to grab a piece of prey from the fresh-kill pile for herelf. She picked up a vole, then chose a sunny spot to enjoy her meal in.
Ghoststar stopped by a puddle on the way back to camp and washed the rest of the blood off of his fur, turning the water a dark red color. He looked into the water, his white fur dyed red in his reflection. He shook the water off of his fur and padded back to camp. He then went into his den to rest.

[~*WOLFIE*~]

"Thanks, Gorsebranch." Wolfpaw said back. She padded over to where Graypaw was and sat down next to her. Wolfpaw took a small bit from the mouse and chewed the bite savoringly. "My knees still hurt." she muttered.

((Graypaw should say something about her knees hurting too and they could figure out their powers somehow.))

[Lawl[iet]]

"Mine too," Graypaw mewed back, biting the vole in front of her. "I got a thorn stuck in my paw today." She lifted one paw to show her sister the small cut she had on one of her pads. "I'm fine, though." She continued to eat, hungry after training with Oakwing.

Oakwing sighed and padded into the warrior's den. He laid down on the cool moss and closed his eyes, relaxing.
"So how was it?" a voice asked. The tom opened his eyes and saw Feather standing at the den entrance.
"Great, actually," Oakwing replied. "Graypaw has lots of potential as a warrior."
"Well that's good," she replied, taking the bed next to him and closing her eyes. Feather's breathing eventually became deeper and she fell asleep.
Oakwing smiled at his friend and fell asleep moments later.

((Maybe Wolfpaw could look at her paw and have the same cut too.))

[i hope dawn never comes.]

(( I think we should have Wildfloer's patrol head back. Let me know if you agree, I won't post until I'm sure it's okay and everyone's fine with it. (: ))

[Golden]

((That would be fine. =] ))

[i hope dawn never comes.]

(( Okay thanks! ))

Wildflower turned to face the patrol she had been leading, "Okay guys, I think it's time to head back." She said with a final nod before gathering her two plump voles. Her eyes narrowed in NightClan's distance, she was overcome with a sudden longing to be back inside of her clan's camp. A small sigh excaped her lips, her eyes lulled closed while she waited, they soon snapped open. Wildflower was ready to go.

[~*WOLFIE*~]

Sept 11, 2009 14:10:22 GMT -5 Lawl[iet] said:

"Mine too," Graypaw mewed back, biting the vole in front of her. "I got a thorn stuck in my paw today." She lifted one paw to show her sister the small cut she had on one of her pads. "I'm fine, though." She continued to eat, hungry after training with Oakwing.

((Maybe Wolfpaw could look at her paw and have the same cut too.))

Wolfpaw's paw started to hurt. She cocked her head at the cut in her sister's paw and she looked down at her own paws, turning both of them over to see if there was something there. From the side of her paw, she saw something red. Then as she turned it more, an identical cut was in her pad. Wolfpaw gasped and then put her paw up to her sister's. They were exactly the same. "Did your knees hurt today?" she blurted out.

[we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(:]

"Okay," Hollyrush sighed. She padded slowly back to camp. Nothing had been happening lately. It's like the whole forest was frozen in time, the only thing that ever changed was the position of the sun in the sky. She looked up into the trees. She would go ask Foxwhisper if he had heard anything from StarClan. The tunnel into camp scratched her back and she twitched. Her scars were hurting.

"Foxwhisper?" She peered into her brother's den. He was sitting alone in a corner. "Is everything okay?" She padded slowly towards him.
"Go," he whispered. Hollyrush froze. "I said GO!" He turned around, fire burning in his eyes. His claws were unsheathed. She scrambled out of his den, terrified. She had to talk to Ghoststar.

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Wildflower shook her head slowly as she took a seat, Dingoface slowly padded up behind his mother. "Hey, how was the hunting, were there lots of voles and mice?" he asked eagerly. But his eagerness was making Wildflower sick, she just wanted to get a good nap in but everything was too busy. "Yes, it was. Now if you don't mind please let me be to myself." She whispered giving her son a lick on the ear before turning away. Dingoface slowly backed away from Wildflower and padded off into the Warriors' Den. He decided to get a quick nap in, there were darker days ahead.