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 Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2019 7:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2019 11:14 pm
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Getting in my entry to the RP contest!
Cats name: Speckled Bird Flies at Dawn
Cats nickname: Bird
Gender: Male
Starclan or Forestclan: ForestClan
Response: Bird was determined to prove himself to his fellow tribe members. When it came time for him to go on his trial, he was determined to come back home with a grand trophy to present to the powerful she-cats that lead the tribe. He went out at the first light of dawn, trying to imagine all the things he would bring back to show Feather Fall and Kaori. The Peak Listener had such a grand trophy of her own and Feather Fall was aptly named, given all the feathers she wore on her pelt. Yet, he knew that getting a trophy wasn't the only thing that was important about his test. He could come back with all manner of trophies, but if he didn't return with any fresh kill, he wouldn't be able to become a Huntsmaster.
Sooo, Bird started to hunt first. He was a smaller cat than many of his tribe mates, but because of this he was faster than others. At first he didn't have much luck. He felt like he had been traveling all over the mountain trying to find the best thing to catch. He couldn't bring home something small! Anyone could hunt a mouse-he had to at least bring home a... a... rabbit! He caught the scent almost by accident, but once he found the trail, he found the rabbit and shortly there after, the prey he would bring home.
With his head held high, he started to make his way back to the tribe. He could always go out again to find a trophy, but his tribe needed to be fed before his pride did, he reasoned. Besides, Feather Fall wore many feathers of different colors. Surely they didn't all come from the same bird during one hunt? With his mind on returning home, he didn't hear the sound of a distant rattle until it was much closer and by that point, it was too late to be avoided.
The rattlesnake lunged forward only for Bird to skirt out of the way, dropping the rabbit he carried in the process. Wide-eyed, he stared at the snake, crouching and leaped at it before it could lunge again. The next moments were full of blind, organized panic. When he could see clearly, the snake was dead and he was breathing heavily. He hadn't been bitten; he was alive. Thank The Forest of Endless Hunting, he thought and then straightened. The rabbit was still in good condition and as for the snake.
Well, it seemed he had gotten his trophy after all. With a renewed sense of pride, he draped the snake's corpse over his shoulders and picked up the rabbit again. It was time to really go home, without any interruptions, this time.
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belloblossom rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2019 12:27 am
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Falcona rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2019 10:42 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2019 2:49 pm
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Cats name: Falcon catches clouds
Cats nickname: Falcon Wing
Gender: Male
Starclan or Forestclan: Forestclan
Response: Sure, sure, keep laughing. The trophy he brought back was a real trophy. How was he suppose to know it belonged to another Tribe member? Probably could have taken the time to smell it and catch the scent. Thats what another cat would do. The quickest trail and best use of energy. Plus, the trophy was just so perfect, owl wings!
Trotting away from the Tribe with his best 'brooding prowl' in place, Falcon Wing would prove them wrong. Stalking far enough that he was sure no one would see him, Falcon Wing flattened his ears and hissed back at a few 'targets'. Sure he wasn't as legendary as some of them, but he had his own talents!
Somewhere, somewhere really deep inside. Probably.
Wait, where was he? Pausing, Falcon Wing looked around again unsure of the surroundings. Funny how gray boulders all look alike.
Mouth open, he inhaled as hard as he could, promptly choking on air and stumbling back. With a back paw getting stuck in a crevice, he fell back. Instinct caused him to roll just enough that he didn't land belly up, but the crumple of ungraceful cat wasn't much better. Just how did this smell thing work anyway? Surly he should be able to scent that annoying she-cat a mile away. Nothing, not even a pungent whiff.
What he did catch, was a drop of warm wet. There was moment of confusion, head titled as he sniffed it. Smelt like nothing but dripped like-- oh deer. Looking up, his golden eyes went wide, as he stared muzzle to muzzle with a hungry looking puma.
He may have screamed, though ask and he'd deny it til his last breath. Conveniently, that could be any second.
Pulling his paw free, the smaller cat ran as fast as his pounding heart and paws could take him. No clue if he was leading the huge cat home or away from home, only leading. Hah, wouldn't Feather be surprised! He could lead!
Oh, wait, that wasn't something to be proud of... Where was the evil Big Cat? Between staring off the edge of the cliff and looking back at the threat, he paused to glance up at a drifting feather then back behind him at the Incoming Doom.
About a heart beat later, he remembered his paws worked and began backing up. Two steps and his back paw was over the edge. The attempts to over correct the flub found him with both backpaws dangling over the edge.Holding on with all his claws digging in, he could only watch as the Big Cat leapt to go after his beautiful head.
Wouldn't Feather be surprised there was something in there another she-cat found interesting. This she-cat just happened to be very, very big and on the heavy side. She probably wouldn't be as thrilled to hear that.
Just as the puma went to pounce, the edge of the cliff he was clinging to gave way sending him falling to his death!
Turns out his death was only half a foot down on a ledge just big enough for him to stand. It was not big enough for his admirer who went over after him and fell down. She was making a dramatic claw against nothing before smacking against the side of the mountain several times. The painful howls stopped after the third strike.
Then at the bottom, she laid still.
Concerned, Falcon Wing leapt down with the agility of a goat. Getting down to check on the Big Cat, he tried to sniff at her to see if she was okay. She smelt like nothing. But she did open her eyes and hiss at him. Turning around he ran behind the boulder she knocked over on the way down.
He had to push it to get around it, that sent it over the small outcropping it was caught on. Huge boulder, 1, half dead puma 0. The boulder finally put the Big Cat out of her misery.
He mourned his ill-fated, short lived, romance before realizing something. He took down a puma! Well, she mainly took herself down but it was his, not some other over-blown tom! Hopping from paw to paw, he turned and ran excitedly back up the mountain side. Just wait til he told Feather and showed the Tribe!
Where were they? Everything looked and smelled the same... Oh well, he'd find them! The kill was his! The boulder couldn't claim it, it couldn't talk.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2019 4:07 pm
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Kyjoto rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2019 4:34 pm
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Fea Line rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2019 4:36 pm
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Teigra rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2019 8:53 pm
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Teigra rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2019 9:20 pm
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xKOVAKtheWOLFx rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2019 12:11 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2019 1:22 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2019 3:44 am
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Raffle!
Tribe - Tree
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Username: Chisato Mikami
Couple or single?: Couple - Firestipe x Bloodstorm
What clan: Lightning
RP?: Not finished
Username: Chisato Mikami
Couple or single?: Couple - Talonfang x Flintmoon
What clan: River
RP?: Nope
Username: Chisato Mikami
Couple or single?: Couple - Nighttail x Swiftfire
What clan: Fire
RP?: NOPE
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Cats name: Chaser of Storms
Cats nickname: Stormchaser
Gender: Male
Starclan or Forestclan: Forestclan
Response:
Stormchaser sighed as he searched for prey. Anything that he could bring back to the tribe would be great but living up on the mountain was a little harder with it still being leafbare. So, he traveled lower on the mountain. The higher he was, the less prey there would be. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath as he reached the tree line. So many scents of prey filled his lungs, he couldn’t decide on what he should get. Mice, rabbits, and birds seemed like the logical answer. It was what their diets were made of to begin with.
Stormchaser hadn’t quite made it to the ground level. He perched himself on a rock, looking down on the valley floor. He scanned the landscape, taking note of what he saw. Then he heard the cries of an eagle, just below him. Stormchaser immediately lowered his body and crept closer to the edge and looked down. To his amazement, a young eagle was sitting just a few feet below him. It was a young eagle too. Had to be if it was searching for food at such a low attitude. He looked the bird over briefly. It didn’t seem to have any injuries. It was as if this young bird was just waiting for something to happen.
Like getting killed by a cat.
The perfect meal for a tribe of hungry cats.
Stormchaser stayed low to the rocks as he crept closer to the unexpecting bird. He wanted to be literally on top of it when he pounced. This eagle would be a great surprise for his tribe. The eagle didn’t seem to pay him any attention as Stormchaser got closer. The bird was just on the ledge below him.
“I give thanks to the Forest of Endless Hunting for this meal,” he said as quietly as he could before jumping on the birds back.
The bird cried out as Stormchaser dug his claws and teeth into it’s back. The cries made all the small animals in the valley below run and hide. Stormchaser, however, had a mission now. It was to bring this bird to the tribe. Several cats would feed off of it. The bird spread its wings, trying to fly off, but the added weight just sent them falling onto the next ledge. Stormchaser’s jaws stayed firm on the bird’s back. He needed to kill the bird quickly. If they fell again, Stormchaser wasn’t sure if he could hang on a second time. The bird fought t get the cat off. It flapped its wings, snapped it him with his beak, but Stormchaser fought just as hard. Stormchaser swapped at the bird with his claws, leaving scratch marks on the bird’s face. It stunned the eagle just long enough for Stormchaser to launch at the bird’s neck. It took a few moments for Stormchaser to completely break the eagle’s neck, finally killing it. Stormchaser dropped the bird as he panted. He had really taken down an eagle. Granted, it was a young eagle, but still an eagle. He licked the few wounds he had on his body before taking the bird into his mouth. His tribe would be so excited to see what he had caught!
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