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Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 10, 2019 23:15:23 GMT -5
In this raid there will be a larger group than usual. The goal is both to get herbs and freshkill as well as just generally antagonizing Nightclan. Due to future plots with them and an upcoming battle because of their crossing borders when they searched out some springclan territory to take, Winterclan has decided to retaliate a bit when raiding. Since Nightclan is nocturnal this will take time during dusk. since not only will nightclan be changing guard but also because they will be leaving camp to hunt.
Stretching as he exited his den, the dusky brown tom yawned. It was odd sleeping during the day. He didnt know how some of these clans did it. Weirdos. Shaking out his pelt he wandered to the exit. Nightclan had gone too long wandering over their border and this night he was going to make sure they knew it. As well as taking some of their supplies. He looked about, wondering where the others were. He had given them instructions that morning, sending them not on patrols, but back to bed, knowing that they would be needing the extra sleep. If his group was tired at night, walking into nightclans camp even though they would be out hunting would be makings for a bad happening. He looked up to the sky, hoping all would go well.
Icedivy had just finished grooming her furs. The feline’s pelt as bright white as usual, and her eyes shifting about the den. She breathed in before pushing herself to her paws to make her way out of the warrior’s den. She spotted the tom, and trotted towards him, a dip from her head in greetings.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 10, 2019 23:32:50 GMT -5
"Are we going to NightClan now?" Marshpaw asked her little white and pale gray and cream pelt glistening with new snow. "Im ready to try my paws in a real fight!"
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 10, 2019 23:41:46 GMT -5
The jarl nodded back to the white she-cat, and then turned to the novice, tapping her lightly over the head with a bespeckled paw. "I know you are, but we have to wait for the others still." he explained. He had been wary about bringing a younger cat with him, but seeing that she had just as much spirit and grit as the rest of them calmed his nerves. "All prepped Icedivy?" he asked, ears flicking.
(Quick question when’s this raid happening? Can we make it happen after the alliance has dissolved and dayclan and SpringClan have been freed?)
Crimsonrose watched the raid cats get together she was a bit miffed she hadn’t been selected for a raid yet. She wondered if Leatherstar was really starting to insist on a ‘no bloodshed for Crimson policy’ which translated to ‘no fun for Crimson’
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 11, 2019 0:16:41 GMT -5
(yeah i was thinking after the whole alliance falls and the clans go home.)
"Hi Crimsonrose!" Marshpaw looked up at the she-cat with glittering admiration. "I want to fight next to you when we run into those NightClan cats who try to stop us!"
Crimsonrose’s ears pricked. “Hmm, that does sound fun, but unfortunately my invitation to the raid has yet to be granted.” She looked pointedly at sweetpine. Or perhaps it wasn’t so much Leatherstar denying her battles, but Sweetpine, deputy didn’t seem to care much for her.
“Of course.” She responded. The She-cat was young, still quite full of life. She was fast too, and had proved that long ago. It was her strength. She was definitely a worthy opponent when it came to battle. Not perfect or invinsible, but could be deadly if tried.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 11, 2019 22:25:09 GMT -5
The Jarls' ears perked as he overheard Crimsonrose and the novice talking, but responded to Icedivy first, "Fantastic, we'll be setting off shortly." he assured. When Marshpaw directed herself at him he blinked, and then smiled, "Of course she can come." he mewed, flicking his tail in welcome. It wasn't that he didn't like her, just that he hadn't gotten to know her as closely as Leatherstar had. He was unsure about all strangers, really.
Crimsonrose let out a purr as she rose to her paws. "Excellent, I need a good workout," She said then glanced at Marshpaw, "Your excitement will be rewarded young one, we'll embark on this raid together."
Icedivy didn’t speak this time. She had fallen silent as she observed the cats gathered around. It was an interesting squad that had been put together. Though, regardless, her highest priority was the jarl. Her eyes shifted then to Sweetpine. A tom that she truly didn’t know all too well. Yet he trusted her with his life, which was an interesting concept that only WinterClan cats would follow. Her eyes did not waver. Perhaps she may be staring too hard...
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 13, 2019 13:49:54 GMT -5
"I was waiting on the others, but I guess we're about as good as it's gonna get," Sweetpine mewed, looking to his frozen. Her eyes were intense, and he often had enough cats staring at him to know when someone was burning a hole in his pelt. "Lets go," he decided, flicking his tail as he started out the exit.
The white feline did not turn away her duel colored orbs. Instead she met his gaze head on, unwavering. When he looked away, she finally broke and turned. It was time to go, but she was focused. Icedivy knew this was serious. It was not a game, not a simple play fight. Her bones felt chilled under her thick coat, adrenaline already rushing through her ears. She was silent. Icedivy was changing from the cat she was only moons ago. She was growing up, no longer the feline that her father had trained so hard. No longer the cat who had once longed to know her mother better.
"I'm here," Barrenfrost said, wiping a rusty pink paw in the snow.
He had tried to rub off some sort of blood off his fur, but when he noticed he didn't have much time left he caught up with them despite his bloody paws. The tom was massive, the kind a cat had to tilt their head back to look closely at. His snow leopard patterned fur billowed in the wind, his spots winking in and out like stars depending on how the wind whipped. His eyes were fever-bright, the centers icy blue, the edges licked with gold and his paws were almost the size of his head, hemmingway paws. A rare deformity. If anyone could help on this patrol it was him.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 18, 2019 1:11:24 GMT -5
"Whoooo Barrenfrost! You almost missed us!" Marshpaw declared darting to the tom's paws. "You ready to kick NightClan tail?" She looked up at him with big eyes. Surely with both Frozens to aid them they would leave a hefty mark on NightClan.
Crimsonrose noted the blood on Barrenfrost, “I have three immediate questions, are you hurt, where’s the body, and did that prey just spew blood at you?” She asked. As those were her top 3 questions, rolled into one. She cared not if barrenfrist wanted to share, but if there was a body she hoped he’d at least hidden it out of sight to avoid spooking a young apprentice. These were not league cats taught to hunt other cats like prey.
"Chill," He said playfully to Crimsonrose, a rarity, "I was a prison guard first, not a warrior. I was just hoping to add a new prisoner to our collection. The guy had longer legs and got away, I just gave him a few marks to remember me by."
Barrenfrost did have a sickening collection of what he called his servants who were much more like slaves. Any cat he caught he considered to be his. Cats would find him using his own prisoners outside of the prison to catch prey for him. There had been a few times where his prisoners ran away, but he always managed to get them back. Only giving his prisoners enough prey to do the jobs, not to bolt. It was possible he was simply lying entirely about the entire thing and had instead been disciplining one of the prisoners despite such thing not being his job since he was an apprentice.
He looked down at Marshpaw ruffling the top of his head. Given his massive paw he only ended up nearly knocking the poor apprentice over, "Yeah, we'll get 'em. Watch, after today you'll take one look at them in a gathering and they'll flinch at the sight of you," Barrenfrost grinned.
