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Post by Mint on Dec 13, 2009 20:43:14 GMT -5
 i'd rather stay awake while i'm asleep
Stopping at the edge of Duck Pool, Rootstar scoped out the area. Not a duck in sight, nor any sort of prey. Not muskrats, not turtles. The huge lake was barren, the waters glowing a soft orange.
If only prey wasn't so damn scarce. If only his Clan could find enough food to feed themselves. If only. Turning, the leader continued along the edge of the pool, until he reached where the border started. Glancing back at his patrol, he nodded. With him he had fine warriors, whom he knew could patrol silently.
Although they were on their side of the border, it might irk GrassClan to find them so near the border. So proceeding silently would produce the best effect.
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cause everything is never how it seems
OOC // Root, Light, and maybe Icyeh or Smallflower patroling BirdClan's border.(: BirdClan's, there will be a point for you to hop in later.^^
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Post by >>ku. on Dec 14, 2009 17:52:50 GMT -5
 He sighed as he stepped up towards the pond, head low and paws light. No ducks. Not a single prety animal in sight. 'Sometimes I think Starclan is punishing us,' he thought miserably, the tip of his tail flicking from side to side in both annoyance and dispair. The rabbit he'd caught had been welcomed, as had Rootstar's muskrat, and that only made the lack of prey more identifiable then ever before.
He shuddered at thr thought of it dissapearing completely, eyes staring out over the waters and into Birdclan territory. They had so much more of it then them...Would it really hurt to just go over and...He caught himself before he'd finished the thought, standing taller and glancing towards the darkening sky with a guilty gaze. It must be thoughts like that that caused the lack of prey in the first place. Swampclan had their lands, with a river and prosperous swamp. What more did they need? But the answer was obvious, and it depressed the tom even further he calmly followed the leader silently.
His steps were lighter then the Leader's, perhaps, since he was lighter built anyway, he mused, needing something to think about instead of the lack of prey. It might as well be hunting tactics. The other tom was stronger though, better suited to bigger prey; hardy as well. Himself...Mouser. Voles, mice, rats...small things. Glancing around him as they walked the border, he tried to get a glimpse at his companions, finally wondering who was actually there...
------ ooc ; it says we're along grassclan borders in your post, but duckpond is on the birdclan/swampclan border...so i put birdclan. hope it's right.
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Post by Mint on Dec 16, 2009 20:49:08 GMT -5
i'd rather stay awake while i'm asleep
His stomach rumbled lightly, and Rootstar licked his lips. When was the last time he ate? Ah, no matter. It was a leader's job to take the last piece of fresh kill, even if there was no last piece of fresh kill to take. Still... perhaps it would be beneficial to keep ears perked for any sounds of prey. Sending a prayer to StarClan, Rootstar wished for any sort of prey for him and his patrol to share.
Then, he smelled rabbit. Forgetting his companions, the leader realized with a jolt that StarClan had just granted his prayer. Dropping into a hunter's crouch, he inched forward, ears and tail alert and stiff. Then, there! A lean, juicy, brown rabbit! Eyes dilated, Rootstar managed a few more shaky steps closer before the rabbit saw him.
Letting out a small hiss, Rootstar flew forward, his paws pounding against the soft ground. Scents flew past him, trees too, and with a final leap he landed on the rabbit, sinking his teeth into his scruff. It went limp, and the tabby sighed with relief. Then he smelled the border, and turned his head, nose following the bird scents.
Ears flattening, the long haired tabby realized he'd crossed the border by accident. "Shit." The curse fell from his mouth, as he grabbed the rabbit's scruff and hurried towards the border silently.
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cause everything is never how it seems
OOC // BirdClanners, enter.(:
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Post by >>ku. on Dec 18, 2009 14:09:34 GMT -5
He gave up after a while, not knowing enough about the cats in question to really be able to say anything. Not even their body language gave that away. Perhaps everyone was just too worn out, too tired and depressed to even patrol with all their senses alert. Starclan knew they were all hungry enough to feel dead. One of the things about patrol was that you could eat what you caught, without having to worry about the clan first - though usually the whole patrol ate with you. Lightfoot didn't bother to be alert for prey though. He couldn't smell any, and even if he could, this close to the Birdclan border, it wasn't worth the trouble, not after the gathering. Especially after the gathering. Lightfoot hadn't been able to go, but he'd heard all about it.
He was grumbling to himself in his head when he smelt rabbit, ears and tail stiffed and twitched as he stood straighter, eyes scanning the area only to notice Rootstar already going for it. Ah. He'd let the Leader do it then, since he was already running for it. No sense in two cats wearing themselves out for one rabbit. He was on the verge of relaxing before he sniffed again, eyes fixing on the invisible border between Swampclan and Birdclan. They were close...Err, really close, and Rootstar...He was going straight for it.
The tom didn't have time to yowl a warning before the other cat was over and surrounded by Birdclan scents. He groaned, crouching down and prassing a paw to his nose as he stared gloomily over at the larger cat. A rabbit was not worth the trouble this was going to cause. ”Rootstar...” he murmered, staying crouched and staring into the gloom of the other clan's territory with bright eyes. Hopefully their scents would be gone by morning, and that was hoping. The only thing that would happen if the other clan smelt stale scents there would be retalliation in raids in their territory. Being found now...A fight. Lightfoot hated fighting. He was rubbish at it. A rabbit was not worth this.
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song ; a change is gonna come ; seal
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Post by chirrup ! on Dec 18, 2009 14:59:43 GMT -5
Meandering through the frosty underbrush, Ashfall felt a sense of contentment wash over her. This was an odd sort of feeling, considering her current position. The wound she had incurred at the devestating Gathering still throbbed gently along her back leg, though that truly the only main issue. Mallowpelt had warned her to take it easy - no catching birds for at least another moon. But she could still patrol - many Clan cats had been hurt during the battle of Three Stones, so it had been rather quiet along the borders. Until now.
One of the apprentices had run into the camp with urgent news - he had detected fresh SwampClan scents on the border! Most of the Clan had thought nothing of it - after all, it was a border - but just to be sure the deputy had sent out a few cats to determine SwampClan’s intentions. Ashfall had been part of that group, and they had agreed to split up to cover more territory. Not too far apart though; if one cat yowled the rest would come.
Under the assumption that SwampClan was up to nothing more than patrolling their borders, Ashfall was abruptly startled to see the flash of rabbit and chaser. The marshy scent of SwampClan hit her moments after, leading Ashfall to immediately snap into alertness. SwampClan was hunting on their territory! Ashfall’s body tensed in anger; why would SwampClan steal prey from BirdClan? Times were tough, but that never gave a warrior an excuse to invade another Clan’s territory. Her eyes narrowed to thin slits, Ashfall dropped into a crouch position, stealthily stalking the SwampClan feline as she would a mouse, the pain her back leg slowly growing.
Her paws swift but quiet, Ashfall hurried after the cat. Apparently he had realized the danger of her current position, for he was making his way steadily to the border. And with the rabbit in his jaws, no less! Under normal circumstances, Ashfall would have been more reserved and thoughtful about her actions, but this spurred her to action. Two of the elders were sick, most of the Clan was starving, and that SwampClan cat thought he had the right to take prey from them? Hissing in unfamiliar fury, Ashfall coiled her hind legs and jumped, landing close to the brown tabby. Adrenaline pushed aside the acute pain that the jump had caused, and Ashfall was oddly surprised to note the unfamiliar pain in her chest - probably a lingering side effect from being batted to the ground at the Gathering.
“You little thief,” she spat, anger coloring her tone. Her normally mild, calm demeanor transformed; the intrusion of the other cat in the midst of this terrible leaf-bare pushing her closer and closer to an outright breakout of ferocity. Claws extending and digging into the frozen soil, Ashfall continued, offering the SwampClan feline his only option. “Drop the rabbit, and leave BirdClan territory.”
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