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Post by Torn on Mar 17, 2008 12:59:18 GMT -8
Tornheart scented the air and breathed in the many scents of prey that made its home on the prey-filled island. He spotted a vole in the corner of his eye, so he turned and shifted his muscles into a hunting crouch. He crept silently forward, then jumped at the unsuspecting creature and bit into its neck. The warm scent of dead prey filled his nostrils and he was very tempted to eat it. But the Clan needed to be fed first, so he started to kick some dirt over the small creature.
A strange scent wafted into his mouth, and his eyes widened as he recognised the rank scent of badger. He hissed and swung round, but the huge borad black and white face never appeared.
Two squirrels, a mouse and another vole later, he padded back to get the prey. He heard heavy breathing and pawsteps behind him, then the badger's scent clogged up his mouth and almost made him gag. He swung round, then stepped back as the huge badger growled and raised a huge paw and swung at him with a club-like foot studded with huge claws.
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Post by Rose on Mar 19, 2008 8:13:33 GMT -8
A large brown she-cat padded through the forest, a small bird clutched in her jaws. She had gone out on a short hunting trip, trying to sort out everything in her mind. Suddenly, a strong scent made her crinkle up her nose in disgust. As she turned to find the source, she knew something wasn't right.
Taking another deep breath somewhat reluctantly, her eyes widened. There was a cat scent, one she knew, mixing with that of the badger's. It was Tornheart. Letting a hiss escape her mouth, she took off across the forest.
The she-cat didn't have far to go. All too soon the overwhelming scent of the predator stopped her dead. Taking a quick look around, Fernfoot spotted the tom dodging a swipe from the badger. The she-cat let out a yowl and sprang into the air, claws unsheathed as she aimed for the badger's back.
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Post by Torn on Mar 19, 2008 10:32:42 GMT -8
The badger swung at him just as Fernfoot leapt towards it, and Tornheart realised in mid-spring he couldn't dodge it properly. Its huge bulk blocked him one way, a tall rock the other. It's paw connected with his left flank, sending him flying into the rock with a thud.
Blood started to fill his eyes, but he could still see slightly. Fernfoot was on its back, preparing to bite it. His fighting instinct pushed him up again, then it carried him on his unsteady paws towards the badger.
Snarling, he swiped at with extended claws it's neck, then wobbled and fell over, unsteady on his paws. Turning it into a roll, he slid underneath and bit into its belly. It roared with anger and slammed onto its side; and Tornheart.
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Post by Rose on Mar 19, 2008 11:47:00 GMT -8
Fernfoot clung to the creature's back, blood running down it's flanks from where her claws had dug in. The warrior's eyes widened as the badger began to tip over. Letting out a yowl of surprise, she tumbled off into the undergrowth. Somewhat dazed and battered, the warrior raised her head just in time to see the badger fall onto it's side. Her eyes widened. Tornheart had been under the badger when it fell.
The warrior struggled up, her teeth bared as she let loose with a hiss. She sprang into the air, swiping her claws at the face of the badger.
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Post by Torn on Mar 20, 2008 8:53:22 GMT -8
The rancid scents of the badger filled his nose, the unfamiliar smell clouding his thoughts and making him feel sick. Bile rose in his throat, but he couldn't open his mouth to expel it. Just as well... he thought. The smell of sick would drive him crazy. He writhed and wiggled as much as he could to try and get the badger uncomfortable.
After a small while under the huge creature, Tornheart realised he couldn't breathe. Its huge weight crushed him completly, and unless he got out soon, he'd be going to StarClan. It started to thrash wildly, trying to get up, but it was stuck on the ground. The huge black and white beast moved and Tornheart almost leapt at the chance. He extended a leg, then yowled in pain as the badger crashed down on it. Flashing a quick glance at it, he felt sick at the sight of it hanging at an odd angle.
Dizziness started to overwhelm him, then it all started to go black.
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Post by Rose on Mar 20, 2008 11:57:24 GMT -8
Fernfoot winced slightly as she heard a sickening crack. Hearing Tornheart's yowl of intense pain, she could guess what had happened. The warrior ripped her claws across the badger's muzzle, gagging slightly at the horrible scent. It was engulfing the Clan cat as her eyes widened. She now knew what was happening. The badger seemed to be winning. She couldn't run for help. Oh no. She couldn't leave Tornheart alone or he would be killed. But what could she do?
The she-cat hung onto the badger's fur as she lifted her head. Taking a deep breath, she let out a ear-piercing screech for help as the badger squirmed beneath her.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Mar 21, 2008 11:27:24 GMT -8
So close... so close...
Brackenstripe crouched only a fox-length away from one of the largest crows he had ever seen. He not dare breath as he rocked his haunches from side to side. A screeching yowl cut through the forest, and both Brackenstripe and the crow shot upward in surprise.
The crow didn't come down.
Frustrated, Brackenstripe launched himself into the air after the crow, but ended up missing its tail-feathers by a paw-length. He fell with a thud on the lively spring grass, getting a mouthful of daisies. He spat out the white flowers as he pushed himself to his paws.
Brackenstripe almost jumped a second time as another ear-splitting yowl rang out through the forest. He recognized it now. It was a yowl of battle.
He sprang to his feet and began to dash toward the source of the cries. He skidded to a halt, staring with wide eyes the horrible scene that lay before him.
Tornheart's leg was obviously broken, it hung at an angle that made Brackenstripe's fur stand on end (not that it wasn't already). And Fernfoot was atop a huge badger, fighting for her life. Tornheart was nodding off in the worst place he could be, beneath the severe claws of the badger. This scene cast a sullen veil over Brackenstripe's heart like an omen.
The first few days of spring, and already there's blood.
Brackenstripe weighed his options. He could go for help... but he may not make it back in time to save both Fernfoot and Tornheart. On the other paw, if he joined in the battle now, he may end up in the same situation as the other two. His teal eyes darted back and fourth.
Then he hurtled himself forward, barreling his bony shoulder into the badgers soft side. The badger staggered backward, still with Fernfoot on his back. Brackenstripe shot forward and grabbed Tornheart's scruff between his teeth. He madly dragged Tornheart into the bushes wile the badger was distracted. He quickly sniffed Tornheart's leg before bolting back into battle.
He scored his claws down the badgers side, and it let out a roar of pain and rage. He dodged a powerful blow of the badger's paw, and slashed his claws above it's eyes. This time the blow hit Brackenstripe in the side of his head, and he staggered backward as little white specks danced around in his head. He shook them away and sunk his teeth into the badger's back leg.
StarClan help me!
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Post by Rose on Mar 21, 2008 15:05:24 GMT -8
The arrival of Brackenstripe was hardly noted by Fernfoot as she continued to rake her claws down the badger's face. As it snapped at her, she pulled her paw away just in time. The deadly fangs had missed her paw by just a few inches. The warrior bit down hard on the badger's ear, the blood welling up in her mouth. The badger let out another roar of pain as it recieved attack from both cats.
Fernfoot leaped down to assist Brackenstripe, knowing more damage could be done from there. The warrior reared onto her hind legs, not seeing the badger's swipe. The paw rammed into her flank, causing her to be thrown a few feet. The forest spun for a few moments as she tried to blink the visions away. Fernfoot staggered to her feet, gave her flank wound a few licks, then launched herself back into battle. As the badger swiped again, she dug her fangs into the leg and held on for dear life.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Mar 21, 2008 15:44:09 GMT -8
Brackenstripe purred gratefully when Fernfoot leapt down to assist him. He locked his jaws around the badgers back leg, and released in time to dodge the lethal, snapping jaws. The badger was becoming slower, blinded by it's own blood that oozed out of the wound created earlier by Brackenstripe.
We're winning! Brackenstripe thought hopefully
But it wasn't over.
Wile he was distracted for a second, the badger took the chance and sunk it's sullen jaws into his arm.
Brackenstripe let out a shriek of pain as he was lashed back and fourth from his arm. He hit his head several times, and was feeling a somnolent blackness enclosing his head. He thrust his other arm into the badgers right eye, and felt the displacement of flesh as the badger lost it's eye. Courtesy of Brackenstripe. Who was still in it's jaws.
The badger bit down hard and Brackenstripe heard the sickening crack before he felt it. He yanked his arm out of the badgers rank mouth, and stood for a few seconds, catching his breath and looking at the bleeding rag that was his arm.
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Post by Rose on Mar 21, 2008 16:06:49 GMT -8
Fernfoot gasped as she watched the badger grasp Brackenstripe by one of his legs. She closed her eyes tight, not wanting to see what would happen. The she-cat ignored the yowls and continued to rip at the badger's front foot. The warrior paused as the yowls of pain stopped. It was a deadly mistake.
Suddenly, she felt teeth latch onto her tail. She let out a screech as the badger pried her off by her tail. She could feel her fragile tail snap between the teeth. As she was flung onto the ground, the tail bounced pathetically and lay still. Fernfoot vainly tried to move it, but she was unable to. Nerves in her tail had been severed; the tail was practically dead.
The warrior let out another yowl as the one-eyed badger lowered it's muzzle. She was slightly frozen in terror as it took in her scent, the teeth hovering only inches above her. As it lowered it's muzzle further, she hissed. Quick as a snake, she dug her claws into the muzzle of the beast. The badger yowled in rage, throwing his head up once more with her hanging on tight.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Mar 24, 2008 8:47:07 GMT -8
His arm hanging loosely at his side like a floppy vine, Brackenstripe made a mad dash forward to help Fernfoot. But surprisingly, she managed to wiggle free of the badger's grasp and land a few harsh blows upon it's muzzle. When the badger reared up it's head, revealing it's most vulnerable spot, Brackenstripe yowled.
"The throat!"
He bolted across the clearing, and sprang. He landed upon the badgers back and dug in his claws. The badger reared up even more, releasing Fernfoot.
"Fernfoot!" Brackenstripe yowled. "Kill it! Go for the throat!"
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Post by Torn on Mar 24, 2008 9:52:52 GMT -8
The world spun round and round as he lay on the hard ground, his leg throbbing with pain. It seemed so important for one moment, then faded into insignificance and his mind focused on something else. His sight was blurry when he could see, but his head hurt less when he couldn't. When he could rest in the peacefulness of the dark.
Faintly, he saw Brackenstripe and Fernfoot battle against the one-eyed badger. Then faintly, he spotted a cat stride towards him. It had a look in it's eyes as it looked at him, as if he knew him. But through the dizziness he didn't recognise the tom cat. Suddenly, the memories hit him like a lightning strike. It was his father, Darkpelt. Tornheart opened his mouth to yowl in warning about the badger, then remembered he was in StarClan. His father stepped towards him and stared down at him, his eyes mixed up with joy and sadness.
"Father..." Tornheart croaked, the sounds of the battles fading into the background and his father the only thing that mattered.
"Tornheart..." Darkpelt meowed, his eyes clouded with pain as he stared at the tom that was his son. Tornheart suddenly felt a stab of worry as he wondered why the old tom was here, maybe Tornheart was dying? He didn't know, and the look in his father's star-filled eyes didn't give him much hope...
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Post by Måø§† on Mar 24, 2008 18:40:45 GMT -8
A small she-cat waited silently for the patrol she had sent out to come back. They had been slightly over-due, and although the trusted the warriors with danger she resented not going on a patrol herself. There was barely anything she could be used for. Suddenly a faint cry of anguish raced to her ears, whatever it was, it sounded of pain.
A few cats in the clearing looked around worried, but Sunwing waved her tail to tell them they weren't needed. "Fernstep!" she called. She thanked StarClan when her loyal friend came to her side. She didn't need to say anything, but glanced quickly towards the camp before leaving the clearing. Fernstep easily kept pace with her, sometimes pulling ahead. It seemed like a long time weaving through tall trees and thick undergrowth. But finally the yowls became louder and louder. Sunwing never stopped to hesitate, charging straight at the battle. She had always been a quick thinker, and tactics were always easy for her.
Sunwing gasped slightly when she saw the bad state the cats were in. Tornheart lay on the ground, eyes slits, although not yet unconscious. Brackenstripe fought hard, digging his claws into the badgers back, and Fernfoot clamped on the badgers muzzle. A small opening towards the badgers throat began to open, and as Sunwing and Fernstep exchanged glances they both went for the kill.
Sunwing ran side by side with her friend, claws unsheathed, and lashed at the badgers throat. The badger reared up in terror and anguish, while Fernstep, Brackenstripe, and Fernfoot gripped hard with teeth and claws. Sunwing felt her sharp claws poke through the soft warm skin of the badger just below his throat and with jaws open showing fangs she bit the badgers fleshy throat.
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Post by Torn on Mar 27, 2008 3:23:17 GMT -8
His eyes were glazed over with pain as he gazed silently at the warriors fighting. They seemed so far away... Dimly he felt something wet on his fur, and when he looked round he realised his mottled fur was completely stained with blood.
Flashes of color lit up his vision, then it all went black. For the first few seconds the yowls and snarls of the battling cats and the roars of the badger filled his ears, then all was silent.
What could have been moons, or just heartbeats later he opened his eyes. It was quiet, but not silent. The land around him was forest, but he was in a clearing beside a clear pool. Murmers filled his ears, then as he looked up he saw stars floating round the clearing. He frowned, then realised he was sitting and stood up. All the pain was gone, and he felt full of energy. The memories of the battle came back to him and he looked round, confused. Looking back at the stars, he noticed they were forming into cats. There were so many faces... some he knew, some he didn't. He picked out some of his Clan in the crowd, but he wasn't pleased to see them again.
"No! I can't be... I'm not dead! I had so much more to give!" he yowled, half to himself. Looking in the pool, he saw Sunwing had come and she was about to bite the badgers throat. A tail tip rested on his shoulder, and when he looked round he realised it was his mother, Leaf-fur.
"Tornheart..." she mewed, gentle as ever, but her son turned away and ran towards the pool.
"Let me go back! Please..." his amber eyes were pleading as they searched the StarClan cats, but none of them said anything. Sighing, the mottled tom slowly realised that he couldn't go back, he was dead. He turned back to his mother and touched noses with her and mewed. "At least I'm back with you." Then he wondered where his father was. A strong tom stepped towards him, and Tornheart broke into a smile when he recognised Darkpelt, in his prime.
"Welcome Tornheart." he meowed and smiled.
"I... I'm sorry I didn't trust you. If I had... you wouldn't be here. Its my fault-" Tornheart started, his face a mask of sadness. Darkpelt lay his tail over his son's mouth and said.
"I forgive you... the rest of StarClan understands and I don't blame you." Tornheart smiled at him, then looked at the rest of the Clans. A she-cat he didn't recognise stepped forward, then nodded to him.
"Welcome Tornheart. Its a shame to see a cat so young in our ranks, but you died a brave death. I am Leaftar, a previous leader of Mistclan."
Tornheart nodded to her and looked round the cats of StarClan. He'd heard that Leafstar had been leader before but she'd died when he was a kit so he couldn't remember her. Cinderstar,All of them were full of health, stars glittering in their pelts and a look of wisdom in their shining eyes. Tornheart padded slowly towards the pool and looked into its depths. For a few minutes he could only see himself, stars in his own fur and looking like he was at his best. Then that slipped to the sides of the pool and disappeared, and he saw his Clan in camp. They all looked so worried...
"I'll watch over them, and make sure they're ok." he vowed, quietly but the StarClan cats nodded in approval at his words. He had accepted he couldn't go back, but that didn't hold back his sadness. With a sigh and one last glance at the pool, he turned and padded towards the awaiting cats then away into the forests of StarClan.
(Can someone put Tornheart's bio in StarClan? Since hes snuffed it...)
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Post by Silver on Mar 27, 2008 15:11:52 GMT -8
(( WHY DID YOU KILL YOUR CAT?!?! O.O    Heh... sorry, I kinda freak when people do that... O.O)) Cinderstar muscles rippled as she darted through the undergrowth. A streak of ashy grey dodgeing trees and bushes, blood rushing through her viens... Cinderstar fought the urge to stop, to close her eyes and calm herself. Tornheart had left camp at sunrise, and had not returned. Brackenstripe and Fernfoot had gone hunting and still weren't back; And her own deputy and disappeared to look for them, along with Fernstep. Now, it was past sunhigh and still no sign of her warriors. It had been time she went looking for them herself. She found the spot where Brackenstripe had missed a crow, where Fernstep had burried her prey... but no cats. Cinderstar picked up speed, following their scents. She dodged a tree, slipped under a fallen log, jumping over bushes and ferns. She repeated this process, (not in order of course) her panic growing. Where were they?The scent hit her nose and she was bunching up to leap. She skidded to a halt, throwing up dirt and roots, avoiding the decaying tree that had collapsed by hastily throwing herself to the side. She stopped, breathing heavily. Badger. She had smelt a badger. For the first time since she had left camp, she closed her eyes and relaxed, focusing on the forest sounds and smells around her. When her heart stopped fluttering, when she could hear more than the blood pounding in her ears, and when she was taking slow even breaths, Cinderstar opened her eyes. She had heard a battle, but in the oppesent direction she had been running. She must have flown right past. What really made her heart sink was the fact that the bagder scent lead the same direction. She turned, and sprinted with renewed energy. I have to find them! it was the only thought going through her head, making her push harder, run faster. When the reak of badger was almost unbearable, Cinderstar leaped through some bracken to a sight that nearly broke her heart. Blood. It was everywhere, covering the ground, staining the trees... and the badger. It's scent made her want to gag, but she was far more focused on the figure laying completly still on the ground, his leg at an odd angle, still bleeding from from some vicious cuts. "Tornheart," she croaked, unhearable among the battle cries. She tore her gaze away, storm blue eyes now flicking to the battle. Sunwing was lunging for the throat, while Brackenstripe and Fernstep clung to it's back and Fernfoot slashed it's muzzle. Cinderstar stared at the scene, praying as hard as possile to StarClan. She prayed that Sunwing would kill the beast, that they would get away without terrible injury- she flinched, noticing Fernfoot's tail and Brackenstripe's leg- and prayed that Tornheart was still alive, though something told her that it was too late. Tornheart, if you have already joined our ancestors, protect your Clanmates... she sent the silent plea, taking a deep breath and leaping into the battle... Willowears watched Cinderstar leave. Perhaps if was just seeing how disturbed his daughter was, maybe just a gut feeling, but he felt sick. He rose from his spot outside the elder's den in the shade, and slowly padded over to the entrance. Someone tried to help him as he stumbled, but he shoved them aside. Plopping himself down outside the entrance, he waited for the cat's return, his feeling of unease growing. Something big is happening out there, he thought, sure of himself, And without a medicince cat, it's going to get a whole lot worse. |
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