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Post by Whitedove on Nov 3, 2013 19:51:26 GMT -5
The cool night had fallen and the moon appeared as bright as ever. The sound of snoring cats rang throughout all of Heavenclan and all was silent, or at least, that's what it seemed like.
A faint sound of paw steps had came from inside the warrior's den, making Whitedove prick his ears up to listen. He thought it was just his imagination and then went back to sleep, but strangely, from a distance, he could hear some paw steps going inside of the apprentice's den. Swiftpaw! Had she just left out to get some fresh air? Whitedove quickly sat up to make sure it wasn't an intruder. As he opened the rest of his half-closed eyes, he made out the figures of many cats who had their paws raised, ready to strike the sleeping Heavenclan cats and himself. "Invasion!" He alarmed. He dodged the swiping paw of a cat and retaliated by lashing out his claw in its face, causing a huge amount of fur to fall off.
"Mouse-dung! The disguise is wearing off!" A chaosclan cat! Whitedove thought. He looked closer at the cats shattered face that was split between white fur and black fur. He gasped in shock as he realized who it was, or he who thought it was. "Tristar...?"
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Post by Willowleaf on Nov 4, 2013 0:10:26 GMT -5
A piercing yowl cut Swiftpaw from her subconscious and she scramble to her feet, her back curved in an arch. Unfortunately she wasn't able to dodge a stinging blow to her cheek that struck frighteningly close to her throat, but she managed to swipe a unsheathed set of claws back at her enemy. The cat flinched backwards, cursing, and reared up on his hind legs. Swiftpaw reared to meet him for a heartbeat before realizing how tall he was, and snaked downwards between his hind legs and pummeled him from behind. He spun around quicker than a flying rabbit and scored his claws down her side. Swiftpaw winced at the long gashed being torn into her fur, but managed to deal several good blows on his hindquarters too.
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Nightheart staggered back to her feet and walked through the forest, trying to ignore the feeling of all the trees closing her in. She felt like something was watching her from behind the shroud-like branches and leaves. Slowly, the trees began to thin out, but the feeling of self-consciousness still followed. A gurgling river sounded a few fox-lengths away, and Nightheart paused to lap up some of the sweet-tasting water.
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Post by Cheetahfur on Nov 5, 2013 19:05:27 GMT -5
"whats all that noi..." she cut off in mid sentence and suddenly scrambled back into her den to prepare herbs...
...but first...
"ATTACK! INTRUDERS! CHAOSCLAN IS ATTACKING!!!" she shrieked, to ensure no one was sleeping.
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Post by Dawnsky on Nov 5, 2013 20:28:09 GMT -5
Honeythorn and Mudsplash burst into camp, having heard Cheetafur's yowl as they were nearing camp. Honeythorn plunged into the fray. She leapt on the back of a black tom and clawed fiercely. The tom yowled in pain and rolled over, trying to crush Honeythorn. Honeythorn managed to roll out of the way, but before she could get up, the black cat was upon her. He was much heavier than her, and despite her flailing, she couldn't get him off. "MUDSPLASH!" she screeched. "HELP!" For a moment the cat's eyes flashed in triumph, but it was gone as Mudsplash yanked him off Honeythorn and flung the intruder away. Mudsplash didn't attack the intruder again, and, strangely, neither did the Chaosclan cat. Instead, the cat just looked at Mudsplash, some unreadable emotion in his eyes, and darted away. "Thanks," Honeythorn said, getting to her paws. Mudsplash just nodded and plunged back into the fray.
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Post by Whitedove on Nov 7, 2013 22:09:54 GMT -5
(Poor Nightheart, xD)
The black cat in front of Whitedove hissed and ran away, signaling with his tail for the other invaders to follow. Whitedove chased after him, putting all of his strength into his legs to run faster. He leaped into the air and landed on the black cat, pinning him down. The black cat thrashed viciously on the clouds, trying to break free. "Where's the real Tristar?!" Whitedove questioned. The black cat snickered and relaxed his body.
"Who knows? I've never even seen Tristar before in my life!" He replied. The rest of his snowy fur had fallen off, revealing his true, black fur. "Also...how do you know if one the cats in Heavenclan aren't a disguised Chaosclan cat?" Whitedove froze at the words, releasing his grip from the cat. The black cat scrambled onto his paws and dashed away along with the rest of the Chaosclan cats. Whitedove watched them run away into the distance. What if he's right? He shook the thought away. No, I can still tell the difference between Heavenclan and Chaosclan scent.
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Post by Willowleaf on Nov 8, 2013 0:53:16 GMT -5
The cat Swiftpaw was fighting suddenly stopped attacking her and dashed out of the den. Confused, Swiftpaw chased after him to see an enormous horde of cats running away. One cat was taller than the rest, with proud, black ears, and a lean, swift body. He turned his head for a second, and Swiftpaw gasped. It was Tristar! But Tristar didn't have black fur... so who could it be? Swiftpaw turned to Whitedove, "What... what is going on?"
--- Nightheart stepped across the river. It was wide, but current was slow, gently tugging at her fur, and she made it across in good time. Nightheart shook the water from her fur and padded through a wall of tall brown river weeds that edged the other bank of the river.
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Post by Cheetahfur on Nov 8, 2013 23:38:33 GMT -5
"did any one get seriously hurt? I need to treat wounds so they wont become infected, cats wont get sick, become weak, and weaken the clan to another attack from Chaosclan. if I know Chaosclan, this wont be the last attack" Cheetahfur meowed seriously. "we also need to either 1. find Tristar, or 2. appoint a new leader as well as a new deputy."
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Post by Whitedove on Nov 11, 2013 21:50:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, I think you're right," Whitedove said somberly. "We could send out a patrol to search for Tristar tomorrow when we're rested. As for a leader, we could have someone temporarily take Tristar's place."
(Does anyone want to be leader? We could have Darkpelt as leader since they're deputy, but we might have to wait a while until Leopardfire comes back.)
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Post by Willowleaf on Nov 13, 2013 0:29:24 GMT -5
(Not me. I'm going to wait until Leopardfire posts before posting another RP section.)
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Post by Dawnsky on Nov 14, 2013 7:45:42 GMT -5
(No thanks, I have something else in mind.)
Honeythorn limped over to Mudsplash. "Are you hurt?" "Just a small scratch," he replied. "I was lucky. Looks like you weren't though. You should go get that taken care of," he said, nodding to the bite on her paw and the scratches on her shoulder. "I suppose." Honeythorn went over to Cheetahfur. "Can you help?" she asked.
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Post by Cheetahfur on Nov 14, 2013 21:56:37 GMT -5
" yes, come with me." Cheetahfur replied to Honeythorn. she lead her into her den and began to gather the herbs she would need to treat the wounds on her shoulder and paw.
*is not looking up herbs on a warriors Wikipedia somewhere...*
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Post by Willowleaf on Nov 15, 2013 3:25:43 GMT -5
(Leopardfire has not posted but...)
Slightly miffed at being ignored, Swiftpaw padded to a comfortable patch of clouds and began to clean her wounds with her tongue. ---
Several fox-lengths away from the riverbank, the trees began to open up. Warm sunlight flooded down to her pelt between smooth, gray branches, warming Nightheart's pelt. She stopped for a few moments and basked, glad to be out of the colder, enclosed forest. No birds tweeted and no crickets chirped; there were probably too few trees for them. That was why a sudden noise, the sound of dead leaves slowly being stepped on, alerted her into fear.
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Post by Whitedove on Nov 15, 2013 19:12:21 GMT -5
Whitedove walked toward the warrior's den sleepily. He collapsed at the entrance and dozed off into a comfortable and soothing sleep.
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Post by Cheetahfur on Nov 15, 2013 20:06:31 GMT -5
Cheetahfur came back out of her herb store with cobwebs and goldenrod to treat Honeythorn's wounds. she chewed up the goldenrod and pressed it to the wound on her shoulder. she then covered it with cobwebs to hold the goldenrod in the wound. she then went back to her store room, returning a moment later with a small sample of dock. she then chewed that up and applied it to Honeythorn's scratched paw. "There you go. Be careful not to let that poultice fall off, and try not to sleep on that side. It needs to stay in for at least till tomorrow night." she padded out of the Medicine den to look at everyone's wounds. She immediately saw Swiftpaw cleaning a nasty gash in her side as well as a scratch on her face very near her neck. "Swiftpaw, will you come to my den so I can treat your wounds?" she asked, concerned. "That gash looks deep, and I don't like the idea of those scratches on your neck going unchecked. they could be deeper than they look."
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Post by Willowleaf on Nov 16, 2013 0:02:45 GMT -5
Swiftpaw nodded and followed Cheetahfur into her den, wincing at the stinging pain of her wounds.
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Post by Dawnsky on Nov 16, 2013 10:44:32 GMT -5
Honeythorn sighed. She always slept on her left side. She walked back over to Mudsplash. "You all fixed up?" he asked. "Yeah. Shouldn't you get those scratched tended to?" she queried. "Nah, they'll be fine," he said. "They've already stopped bleeding." "If you say so," Honeythorn meowed uncertainly. "All this stuff about Tristar being a Chaosclan cat in disguise, it's weird, isn't it?" A sudden thought struck her, and she pulled away from Mudsplash to jump on one of the smaller, slightly higher clouds that floated around camp. Thankfully, this one wasn't moving. "EVERYCAT!" she yowled. "IF THAT CAT WAS DISGUISING HIMSELF AS TRISTAR, THEN WHERE IS THE REAL TRISTAR?"
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Post by Whitedove on Nov 16, 2013 12:34:45 GMT -5
Whitedove woke up with a start, just barely making out the words coming from Honeythorn.He groggily made his way over to the center of the camp to see what was happening. He lifted his head up, now more awake. "Hm, I think Honeythorn is on to something," He mewed loudly. "Come to think of it, how could that cat have not known Tristar if he was able to disguise himself as him? Something seems a little...off." He paused, trying to make sense of it all in his mind. "The only thing that I think could have happened is that Chaosclan took him hostage!"
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Post by Dawnsky on Nov 16, 2013 12:55:22 GMT -5
"Or killed him," Mudsplash rumbled darkly. Honeythorn jumped down from the cloud now that she had made her point. She flinched at Mudsplash's words. "Well, if they did, they'll feel our claws," she growled.
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Post by Cheetahfur on Nov 16, 2013 18:05:13 GMT -5
as Cheetahfur and Swiftpaw entered the medicine den, Cheetahfur had Swiftpaw sit in a moss nest (as she had Honeythorn do when she came). she went to the herb stores in the back of the den and came back with a little golden rod, a few poppy seeds, and some cobwebs. she chewed up some golden rod and put it on the gash in Swiftpaw's side. she then dressed the wound with the cobwebs. she moved to look at the neck wound to make sure it had not punctured the throat. she examined Swiftpaw's 'scratch' and poked at it to see how deep it was. "well" she said "it looks ok to me. if you have trouble breathing, come back to me." she put what little was left of the goldenrod on put it on the wound. "there, and take these poppy seeds for the pain. there is enough that it should ease, but shouldn't make you too sleepy. I advise rest though. none of us have had enough sleep tonight."
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Post by Willowleaf on Nov 16, 2013 21:55:06 GMT -5
"Alright," Swiftpaw replied. But the discussion outside made her feel antsy, and she didn't want to rest yet. She walked back out of the medicine den. "If they stole Tristar, we have to get him back, " she mewed. HeavenClan without a leader frightened her. --- Nightheart whipped around, teeth bared. She saw the hindquarters of a spotted brown tom rapidly dashing away from her. "Hey, wait!" she shouted, chasing after the stranger. The forest was dense. Branches whipped at her face and her side hurt as Nightheart exerted her muscles, while the brown cat slipped through the trees gracefully. Still, Nightheart staggered on. Suddenly, the ground dipped beneath her and she tripped, rolling head over heels down the hill. Her head knocked against a rock and everything went dark.
When she woke up, she was surrounded.
Cats of every size and shape circled her, their eyes full of distrust. She noticed the spotted brown tom was among them. "Where am I? Who are you cats?" she asked.
The spotted cat narrowed his eyes. "You're in ChaosClan territory," he growled, "and that's what I should be asking you."
Nightheart felt her throat tighten. How could she be in ChaosClan? "I'm Nightheart, warrior of HeavenClan." Several gasps came from the surrounding cats. She tried to rise to her feet proudly, but her head injury and wounded side made her dizzy and she fell back to the ground. The spotted cat unsheathed his claws and placed a paw on her neck. "Well, Clanmates," he proclaimed, his claws sinking slightly into her skin, "Looks like we've got..."
Nightheart shut her eyes, waiting for the death blow.
But none came.
"... a prisoner!" he finished.
Nightheart opened her eyes. But ChaosClan cats don't ever show mercy! What is going on here?
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