Tawnyleaf
Kit
You add an agreeable sense of macabre to any delerium
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Hunting
Jan 17, 2008 13:58:04 GMT -5
Post by Tawnyleaf on Jan 17, 2008 13:58:04 GMT -5
Tawnyleaf slunk along near the Fence of Bones, the grass tugging lightly at her pelt. Narrowing her vivid green eyes, she tasted the air and tried to locate some prey to hunt. Nothing! Where are all of them? Too scared to come out of their dens, huh? Well, they should be! Hissing with annoyance, the large she-cat put on some speed and started running, muscles rippling beneath her pelt. Soon she came to a rather graceful stop, disproportionate to her size. The warrior pricked her ears and tried to hear anything, and this time she was successful. A kind of rodent... The scent hit her nose, and she recognized it. Ah! Vole! How delicious! Crouching down, she slithered forward, claws unsheathed. She spotted it under a small bush and, eyes gleaming, leapt at it. Scooping it into the air, she slammed it back down and dug her claws in. It squealed piteously, but she didn't kill it, just listened to its pain. Finally, she slowly brought a paw down on its neck and heard its bones cracking.
Glancing around her, she saw, heard, nor smelled no other BoneClanners. Quickly, she scarfed the vole down, tearing its flesh apart with her teeth and moaning with pleasure as it filled her empty belly. When all was gone except for bones, she kicked them aside as its blood glistened on her whiskers. Then the she-cat gave her pelt a brisk grooming, removing all traces of vole and getting back to her paws.
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Hunting
Jan 23, 2008 19:03:02 GMT -5
Post by snowywhisker on Jan 23, 2008 19:03:02 GMT -5
"And why, may I ask, are you eating before the Clan has been fed?" a angry hiss sounded from behind the she-cat. The dark brown-black tabby stepped into her view, his gray-blue eyes glistening with anger. "The Clan must be fed first, Tawnyleaf. Even kits know that." Rippedmoss meowed with resent. This cat didn't seem to want to be found out, as she had looked around. But he noticed her scarfing down the vole, he'd happened to be passing her trying to find a bit of prey to bring back to the Clan. His tail tip twitched as he waited for an answer. "Well? Do you have any explanation for your code-breaking behaviour, or will I just have to turn you in to Skyheart now?" he hissed. Suddenly guilt flashed in his eyes, and his memory was pulled back when he killed the snowy tom in that fight he had his last day as an apprentice.
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Tawnyleaf
Kit
You add an agreeable sense of macabre to any delerium
Posts: 46
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Hunting
Jan 25, 2008 16:22:50 GMT -5
Post by Tawnyleaf on Jan 25, 2008 16:22:50 GMT -5
The she-cat's lips pulled back in an unpleasant sneer over her teeth. Thrusting her large muzzle in the air, she sniffed haughtily. "Well, I see someone has most definately not been taught respect towards his fellow warriors. And a senior one at that, with much more experience and training!" Long, curved claws slid automatically out from under coarse yet fluffy tufts of fur on her paws as anger boiled threateningly inside her. Snaking forward in the grass, she pressed her lips to his ear. "Do not test me, you lousy, flea-bitten peice of fox-dung! How, how could you possibly know whether or not I had hunted for the Clan? Hmm? How do you have any idea whether or not I had brought them something earlier in the morning or not?" A growl ripped itself violently from her throat past clenched teeth as she threw him a glare of withering scorn. "You insolent, foolish mouse-brain! How could you know? How could you possibly know anything that I've been doing?! You don't! You simply do not! You assume everything that pops into that thick-skulled little mind of yours! All of you do! Next time, don't automatically assume!"
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Hunting
Jan 25, 2008 16:48:04 GMT -5
Post by ♥Adara on Jan 25, 2008 16:48:04 GMT -5
The two brand new apprentices had been galloping about like mad things, play fighting with other kits, hunting and generally just stirring trouble. Willowpaw was the female of the pair, she was long, slender and elegant with little paws equip for fantastic balance, she didn’t appear to be though as her thick pelt was plush and long giving her body more of a sculpted look. Her grey top pelt and pure white belly were usually rather clean, however today she had been so busy chasing after her brother and getting pushed around the dusty Boneclan territory that the white had taken on a shade of beige and when ever she shook, a little cloud of sand went fluttering around her little form.
Bearpaw was the female’s brother and other then sharing the same coat type and pattern in their markings they were polar opposites. Bearpaw was absolutely enormous for his size; almost double that of his fellow apprentices. He was almost the size of a warrior and he had just started his apprenticeship showing much promise in the art of fight. His coat was a rich orange red flecked with deep oranges and coals then running down his spine, just like his sister was a dark black line. His body was as tall as it was wide, muscle lining his entire stocky skeleton. He was almost fearsome to look at but his big green eyes softened the ferociousness of his appearance.
Well for about the last hour, Willowpaw has unsuccessfully trying to teach her moron of a brother how to hunt. They had been lurking in the pathetic excuse for underbrush since Bearpaw had decided he was hungry. Now they were prowling along in the Fence of Bones, Willow resigning herself to simply trying to teach him to conceal his paw steps, but it just wasn’t working. While her paws were silent along the dust Bearpaw’s were felt in all directions, his enormous form simply having one use and one use only. To fight. It was then that both sets of little ears flickered upwards in the direction of two voices that were yelling and being the curious little kittens they were it took only seconds for them to find the two adults, standing glaring at each other with hackles raised and teeth bared.
They sat a small distance away and Willowpaw felt a ball of anxiety grow in her stomach. She hated it when adults fought, it made her feel sick because that meant that not everyone was getting along and there could be bloodshed. Bearpaw was determined not to get involved he just stood a good distance away silently hoping for a fight so he could learn something. In this instance, Bearpaw was the smart one as Willowpaw dashed forward to stand close to the grumbling pair. "Please don’t fight..." she whispered in her soft little voice, "We'll help catch some more..." she said, at this her brothers head rose up suddenly. When did he agree to that? Willowpaw’s wide green eyes, silently pleaded with them not to be mad. They were ruining her image of paradise with their rage.
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Hunting
Jan 26, 2008 9:17:39 GMT -5
Post by snowywhisker on Jan 26, 2008 9:17:39 GMT -5
Rippedmoss narrowed his eyes at her. "Well, judging by how you looked around for your clanmates, I would say you were stealing a bite for yourself! Why if I was deputy-" he started to say, but then two apprentices came on the scene. His gaze softened, then hardened again. A successfully trained apprentice was the only way for him to become deputy... and, of course, the old deputy being gone. He shook the dark thoughts away, and smiled a toothy and a bit scary looking cat smile. "Hello Willowpaw, Bearpaw. What are you two doing away from camp without your mentors?" he asked in a soothing tone, smooth and sweet as honey. Apprentices always favored that tone, he remembered. He was always sweet to the kits and apprentices, hoping that one day, when the kit became old enough or the apprentice's mentor passed, they'd choose him. His claws flexed in and out as he glared back at Tawnyleaf. "You've set a bad example for the apprentices, Tawnyleaf. Why don't you tell them what you did wrong and what punishment you will recieve?" he said, still narrowed eyes set on her pelt. He had a full intention of telling Skyheart, no matter what she hissed. He was not intimidated by anyone. Except that snowy pelted cat from GustClan. He knew that she would seek revenge.
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Tawnyleaf
Kit
You add an agreeable sense of macabre to any delerium
Posts: 46
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Hunting
Jan 26, 2008 10:25:52 GMT -5
Post by Tawnyleaf on Jan 26, 2008 10:25:52 GMT -5
A low screech built in her throat, steadily growing and being pushed back as others fought to gain their way to the exit. They pushed and pulled at each other, jerking and shoving and climbing. A growl, a snarl, a screaming, hissing, yowling string of sound issuing from her throat, directed at that one tom. Glaring at the two apprentices with contempt and disgust, she roughly swatted them to one side. "Get out of my way, you pathetic, sorry little excuses for apprentices! You don't deserve to be in this Clan, vile and loathsome as it is!"
Then, she stepped forward to take care of the warrior. The warrior. The warrior! He dares call himself a warrior! Dares compare himself to the rest of us - namely, me. He dares! How could he dare? I'll show him! I'll show them all! I'll teach them the meaning of respect! I will slowly rip his ears off of his head, and I will cackle with glee as his blood gushes out in an immense, never-ending fountain into his eyes, stinging and burning. Then, I will place my jaws on his tail, and bite down hard, delighting in the faint crunching crack that signals that I have severed his tail! Ha ha! He'll hop around on the ground like a frightened rabbit, howling with pain, tailless and earless. Ohhhhh...I can just see it now! Then...I will wrench his eyes out of his sockets, and watch as the blood falls to the ground...I will break every bone is his scrawny, runty, little body!! He will beg for mercy. He will plea for the dark abyss that is death, but I will not give it to him! He will lay there, writhing in an agonizing pit of hot, fiery pain. He'll squeal and squeak pitifully for me to kill him! But I won't!
Crouching low on the ground, the she-cat eyed him, her eyes two burning pits of dangerous rage. Totally and completely immersed and consumed with wrath and detestment, she leapt at him with claws unsheathed, thirsty for blood and battle. She was set on torturing him! Making a mountain of a molehill, indeed.
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Hunting
Jan 26, 2008 20:26:22 GMT -5
Post by ♥Adara on Jan 26, 2008 20:26:22 GMT -5
Willowpaw raised her eyes to meet those of Rippedmoss and flicked her tail softly, "We dont's got mentors" she said almost ashamed of the fact. Most of the other kits had been snatched up straight away but Willowpaw had missed out because she wasn’t really the fighting type and would be tricky to coax into battle and Bearpaw... Well despite showing great promise to become an outstanding warrior, he was a little on the slow side and it would take some cat with a great amount of patience to teach him anything other then how to fight. Willowpaw looked from cat to cat desperately hoping that they would calm down and go their separate ways, but she had no such luck as Tawnyleaf began to speak, her low hiss of a voice similar to that of a snakes and equally as frightening for the young timid female.
Suddenly a clawed paw came flying in Willowpaw's direction but luckily for her, she had the reflexes of her mother and ducked down just as the paw flicked over her head. Her bright green eyes welled up with tears and for a moment she was afraid. Bearpaw had been sitting quite happy to let his little sister do all the talking but when he heard the sly old female warrior speak and then swat at his sister well a ball of rage developed deep in his stomach. He went thundering over and stepped before his sister. His bravery for an apprentice was unprecedented as he stood with his broad chest between the warrior and his sister. "Don’t you dare speak to my sister like that" he growled, his voice uncharacteristically deep for such a young one.
Bearpaw was enormous, especially for his age. He was practically the size of a full grown, completely trained warrior. His body though not very flexible was built completely from muscle, not an inch of kittenfat remained on his form and he was really quite stunning to look at. His jaw was set and his heart throbbed. He wasn’t in the slightest afraid of this female, he didn’t believe in death as he had never experienced it in his life so it was more a myth. Squaring his shoulders he tilted his chin up, bright green eyes burning. No one was going to push his little sister around. No one!
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Hunting
Jan 28, 2008 19:17:29 GMT -5
Post by snowywhisker on Jan 28, 2008 19:17:29 GMT -5
Rippedmoss cooly side-stepped Tawnyleaf's jump, looking at her, his blue gray eyes cold as chips of ice. "You fight with a clanmate, tsk tsk. No attacking a clanmate." he chided, waving his tail in amusement. She was blind with anger. She would be easy to defeat. But he wouldn't do that today. Not in front of the apprentices. No, he would taunt her a bit. Then he'd walk away, bringing the apprentices with him. Maybe one of them could be entrusted to him. He would certainly enjoy teaching the brown one, he seemed more promising than his sister. "Tawnyleaf, why do you screech?" he said slyly, his eyes narrowed. You could see the joy dancing in his eyes. "You really shouldn't go against the code like this, or else... our leader could always send you away. Attack me, and loose the clan. Your choice." he said icily.
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Tawnyleaf
Kit
You add an agreeable sense of macabre to any delerium
Posts: 46
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Hunting
Jan 31, 2008 16:22:12 GMT -5
Post by Tawnyleaf on Jan 31, 2008 16:22:12 GMT -5
"Foxdung, I don't care! I'm only in this crowfood, foxdung Clan, as you call it, because I can get toms to mate with! If I were to go off on my own, which I am perfectly capable of, I would have to find loners or rogues to have kits with me. In this old dump, there's a wide variety, though most of them are wimpy, unexperienced sorry little excuses for warriors who can't stop running their mouths off at their betters. The prime example of that is you! I am more than twice your age. Twice! Yet you sit here jabbering away and being unbearably, insufferably rude! Shut your mouth, you puddle of mouse bile! Shut that hole in your muzzle, the one that constantly hangs down due to loose, untamed hinges and blurts out anything, anything at all that you happen to fancy saying to the world! You keep talking of how I will be punished, but I don't think so. No, I do not. I am a senior warrior, with ten times the amount of your experience and status. I deserve respect! Yet, do I get it? No! I don't!"
Whipping around and coldly hissing at him, she flicked her tail dismissively. Then she glanced at the two apprentices. Drawing herself up to her full height, she leered down at them with narrowed eyes, and told them something with each word distinct and separate from the others. "If. You. Know. What's. Best. For. You. You. Will. Both. Scurry. Back. To. The. Camp. Right. Now." Each word was forced past her clenched teeth with a gust of breath and an underlying growl.
The she-cat once more faced the younger warrior. "Why do I screech?" she asked innocently, reapeating his earlier question with wide eyes in the silky voice of a young kit. "Why, I don't know. I really don't know. Why don't you tell me? Why don't you tell me why you screech? Oh, you wonder what I mean? You aren't screeching? Oh, I'm sorry. My mistake. Because...well, I can fix that. I can make you screech."
Once more, claws slid out from their sheaths and muscles tensed, a hiss snaking its way smoothly out of her throat. You will be sorry.
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Post by snowywhisker on Feb 2, 2008 9:22:37 GMT -5
Rippedmoss shrugged, and unexpectedly lunged at her. Even though he was younger, he was bigger, you could see that. He was heavier, and he bowled her over. "You want to make me hiss?" he hissed in her ear, his teeth brushing her ear playfully. "You'll have to try harder than that." he said. He was still aware that the apprentices hadn't let, and because of that, he got off of her, then growled, "I'm leaving. I don't need to respect a mongrel cat like you, you'd desert the clan as long as your hide would be safe!" he yowled angrily. "You don't deserve to be with the clan. We'd be better off without you." he said, then wound his tail around the two apprentices, drawing them close. He knew that she'd hesitate, they were still young little cats.
OOC: You wanna make this more interesting? Invite the deputy over, and let's see what happens... X3
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Tawnyleaf
Kit
You add an agreeable sense of macabre to any delerium
Posts: 46
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Hunting
Feb 2, 2008 11:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Tawnyleaf on Feb 2, 2008 11:37:07 GMT -5
((Sure, I guess. But let's wait for Adara to post first. And could you please not have your cat be invincible? Tawnyleaf's lunged at him, and he "cooly side-stepped" it. She is older and more experienced. Plus she's huge. Even if he were bigger than her, he wouldn't be by much. I don't think he would be able to randomly knock her to the ground like that if he were half her age. No offence, I was just getting that sort of a message.))
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Hunting
Feb 15, 2008 14:10:33 GMT -5
Post by brightpath on Feb 15, 2008 14:10:33 GMT -5
Brightpath watched from the shadows, unseen. but she had seen the hole convestaion. She sighed as she saw the two warriors starting to lunge at eachother. " Dont fight" She whispered. Her eyes grew wide as she woried she whispered to herself too loudly.
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Hunting
Feb 17, 2008 9:41:47 GMT -5
Post by snowywhisker on Feb 17, 2008 9:41:47 GMT -5
((Sorreh. You wanna throw him off? XD))
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Hunting
Feb 18, 2008 12:30:14 GMT -5
Post by brightpath on Feb 18, 2008 12:30:14 GMT -5
(( Who, me? No, i was just interpreting the 'fight'))
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Hunting
Mar 30, 2008 17:26:06 GMT -5
Post by snowywhisker on Mar 30, 2008 17:26:06 GMT -5
((No, I was talking to Tawnyleaf X3))
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