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Post by - - -evening || on Oct 31, 2010 22:12:45 GMT -6
scratch.mit.edu/projects/Eveningsong/1388718#[glow=orange,2,300]FLAMEPAW[/glow] .:The Fight To Death:. Why. One simple word -Why. Yet, in the one simple word, a lot can follow~
Why was he doing this? This treacherous deed was, well.., treacherous. It went against the warrior code, the whole point of being, the law of order -And he loved it, cherished every moment. Windpaw finally had the decency to understand that he, Flamepaw, needed to do something. And that something was to kill. He, Tigerstar, and Hawkfrost agreed that he had been ready from the start, this boneless act of crude 'socialism', would prove 'what he was really made of,' as Hawkfrost had pointed out.
Yes, he was restless, he was ready, ready for anything. It was a dark night, the moon had not yet fully risen, and crows crowed from their pedestal. It was a night, know to twolegs as -Halloween Night.
But first, he wanted to go explore alone, just him.
Amber eyes, narrowed to slits, and ears pricked and alert, Flamepaw made himself comfortable in the open terrain of the CloudClan and SnakeClan border. His pelt ruffled at the slightest breeze, but he didn't feel it. He was annoyed with Windpaw who had objected his going across the SnakeClan border, and instead, having him go the long way around to the FrostClan border. Why? He It was beyond him..or was it? He had a hunch that it had something to do with the cat that Windpaw won't tell him about, but he said he wouldn't pry yet, and he wouldn't. But to get on Windpaw's nerves, he went out early across the SnakeClan terrain. Course, Windpaw didn't know he was out yet, he thought he was going later.
As he padded across the FrostClan/CloudClan border, Flamepaw picked up scents of stale grass, and rabbit. It couldn't hurt to hunt, he thought to himself; and so, he lowered himself in to a hunting crouch. He quickly moved toward the scent of rabbit, and struck out at it with a fighting move that Strickenshadow had first taught him. The rabbit hopped a few inches, and then fell dead to the ground at his feet. He picked it up carefully, examining to see if any blood had spilled. It had not. He silently ate his rabbit in ravenous gulps, it tasted like crowfood, but he was hungry. He looked around to see if anyone was near by, and when they weren't, he set off. Deeper and deeper into the night.
There were small hills going up and down, up and down -and that was where he first caught scent of Jadestar. He had no idea how many lives Jadestar had left, he guessed about five, maybe less. She was a clever cat, he knew by what his clanmates had told him, that she was 'dangerous' too. That wouldn't be a problem though, even if he hadn't been to a gathering yet, and was only six moons old, he was smart. Especially with the help of Windpaw -though he wasn't here now.
As he sniffed around, he saw a matted bedding with her scent, intertwined between the moss and leaves. He moved almost instantly, grabbing the longest stick he could find, he broke it into twenty small, sharp and deadly pieces, ones that could piece through even the longest fur. Careful to not leave any scent, he doubled back to the FrostClan border where he had smelled some foxdung, and rolled in it. Stinking of the stench, he rolled in a pile of leaves to dampen it a bit, making it seem as if it had been there for awhile. When he had done that bit, Flamepaw returned to Jadestar's spot and carefully removed the bedding. In the soft soil ground, he placed the twenty sticks sticking upward, and then covered them again with her moss.
Once he was satisfied with his trap, he returned to IvyClan. All the cats were asleep, nestled close together from the fierce Leaf-fall breeze. He smoothly navigated himself to the sleeping Windpaw and shook him awake quietly.
"Time to go, Windpaw," he meowed gravely.
'Your journey awaits you...' Hawkfrost meowed, his eyes flashing.
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Post by Raccoonstar on Nov 1, 2010 18:26:40 GMT -6
WINDPAW
Windpaw padded up to Flamepaw. His expression was grave. He knew that the scent of CloudClan in the forest was unmistakably Lightningstrike's, and he would need to take care of him. Once and for all. Lightningstrike would fall quickly, he wasn't a leader yet, and would only have one life to lose. 'Time to go, Windpaw.' Flamepaw said, and by Flamepaw's expression, Windpaw knew that they were off to kill Lightningstrike. Teach him an infinite lesson on messing with IvyClan. Tigerstar pawed beside him, their eyes locking, and for a moment, Windpaw's own eyes seemed to flash amber when they locked with Tigerstar's. Tigerstar was with his decision. "Let's go." Windpaw snarled, his tone low and growling. The two padded off into the shadows of IvyClan hutning grounds. Windpaw's eyes locked with Flamepaw's, and seemed to ask if they were ready, but knowing the answer. Hawkfrost would help Flamepaw defeat Lightningstrike, and Tigerstar would help Windpaw rip his life out. Just as that blasted Scourge did to Tigerstar. Scourge...together with Tigerstar they could have ruled the forest and beyond. Windpaw sighed quietly. He felt as if he wasn't himself, but Tigerstar walking with Hawkfrost instead of Flamepaw. Two killing machines that were ready to begin destroying. He scented Lightningstrike-he was close. "Let's do this." Windpaw snarled before quickening his pace into a run. Lightningstrike, prepare to visit StarClan a bit early. Windpaw thought before he let Tigerstar fully control him, preparing to launch into battle.
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Post by Seafeather on Nov 3, 2010 20:10:24 GMT -6
Lightningstrike Lightningstrike just happened to be the camp's guard that night. Everything was silent except for the hushed breathing of sleeping cats. He stared into the glimmering stars of Silverpelt. Will you answer my questions? Or will I have to come and get you? Then a horrid, sickly scent wafted across his nose. The putrid stench of IvyClan. IvyClan! He needed to warn Jadestar. He trotted across the now frosting grass to his leader. Sound asleep she looked so peaceful. He almost hated to wake her up, but it was an emergency. Just then he heard a sound, a crackle of dried weeds. He lowered himself into a defensive position and awaited the attackers. Try to take me down! |
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Post by Raccoonstar on Nov 3, 2010 22:05:06 GMT -6
WINDPAW
Windpaw (who was now in control of Tigerstar) silently cursed himself. Stupid dry weed! He carefully padded through the shadows, away from Lightningstrike's cold gaze. The CloudClan deputy was now looking at nothing. Windpaw's expression became that of pure evil. Easy as catching a dead vole! the true Windpaw thought. Windpaw made sure Flamepaw hadn't followed him, the scent of two IvyClanners would throw Lightningstrike off. No cat had eyes in the back of his head. It is time for you to reach the stars! Prepare to join Redpaw and all those other putrid souls! Windpaw thought simultaneously with Tigerstar. He took a deep breath and signaled the attack. Flamepaw saw it, he knew. Prepare to die, deputy.
OCC: Yay we can finish this post! (sea we are gonna kill lightning be prepared for this)
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Post by Seafeather on Nov 4, 2010 15:55:55 GMT -6
Lightningstrike Lightningstrike caught only a small scent of IvyClan. Must've just been swept over by this wind. It's been increasing lately. He took another sniff of the air, moisture was a dominant scent. The wind is blowing in a storm. It's going to be bad. He looked up into Silverpelt which was covered by fierce, dark rain clouds. A quiver in the dry weeds shown a face. A cat face. Windpaw! Lightningstrike wriggled his haunches and leaped onto the apprentices back. "Get away you IvyClan wretch!" He snarled. The battle for his life or death had begun. |
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Post by - - -evening || on Nov 8, 2010 20:43:52 GMT -6
scratch.mit.edu/projects/Eveningsong/1388718#[glow=orange,2,300]FLAMEPAW[/glow] .:The Fight To Death:. He growled under his breath, how old was Windpaw, five -no almost six moons old? He snorted, he ought to have better self control and a better strategy plan. He watched as Windpaw treaded forward, leaving scent on every possible thing he could. Stupid, stupid, Windpaw. He narrowed his eyes and was about to call out when:
'Shut up! Do you want the whole of CloudClan to hear you? Use some common knowledge, Flamepaw, I'm not training you for nothing you know!'
I would very much like it if you told me what you were training me for, he replied silently.
He looked around at the setup of the camp, it was full of weeds and dead grass, and most of the cats slept outside of their so-called dens, except for the queens. He glanced up at the stars, a view he rarely saw for IvyClan was so densely packed with ivy and vines. It was a pretty sight -too bad they had to ruin the mood.
There was one huge bush separating the sleeping cats, and the warrior on guard from them. Suddenly, Windpaw sped out from their hiding place with accurate speed, but causing much noise. Mousebrained idiot, he cursed.
Using the move Strickenshadow taught him, he silently, but quickly slinked out and cuffed Windpaw by the ear, moving his tail to his mouth, and throwing his weight into shoving the apprentice into the nearby bush.
"This isn't the time, Windpaw!" Flamepaw whispered furiously, "Do you want the entire camp to wake up? As great as a fighter you are, not even you can take on all of the warriors and apprentices -remember, this is a secret mission."
Before the white tom could reply, he flicked his tail toward the watcher, it was Lightningstrike, the CloudClan deputy. His mouth curved upward into a cruel smile -this would be easy.
And then he fled, whisking past Windpaw, he had just enough time to whisper in his ear, "Wait and get behind him," and then going full blast, toward the FrostClan border, with as little noise as possible; he just hoped that Windpaw would carry out his plan. ____________ Sorry it's stinky, I have about six more to do.... -.-*
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Post by Raccoonstar on Nov 11, 2010 9:58:47 GMT -6
WINDPAW
Windpaw's impatience was going too far. He deserved that cuff on the ear, it stabalized him. Go behind Lightningstrike. Then he will be ours for the taking! Windpaw thought before carefully padding through the shadows, avoiding twigs and dry weeds, and found himself behind Lightningstrike sooner than he had hoped. Flamepaw had whisked away to somewhere, Windpaw didn't care. Windpaw's favorite part of the battle. The calm before a storm. Windpaw's mind was under control of Tigerstar, but was not feral (battle mode) yet. Tigerstar was anticipating, awaiting what Flamepaw and Lightningstrike would do. This would be just like when those few apprentices took down Bone, Scourge's deputy. Tigerstar told Windpaw mentally. Windpaw grinned evilly. It may be calm now, Lightningstrike. But the storm is on the horizon, and it is deadly.
OCC: This is shorter than I would have liked, but I can't think of anything now.
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