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Post by Incognito on Jan 13, 2008 3:51:59 GMT 9
[[Same for Garnetstorm.]] Garnetstorm padded heavily after Heavyheart, his muzzle was scarred thinly, though his belly and side had been raked at with ruthless claws. He hauled himself across the snow, panting with exhaustion, since the wounds had sapped his strength. The tom's tail drooped as he replayed his actions, not anly had he been far from calm, but he was responsible for a fight on the strip of land between JaggedClan and SnowClan, and it might be his fault if Phoenixpaw died. Shivering with guilt rather than cold, the warrior pushed himself harder towards the welcome thoughts of SnowClan camp.
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Post by ♫ admin on Jan 13, 2008 11:49:37 GMT 9
♫ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - >> [[ooc;;BAD BOE :headdesk: How could a reply be so late?? ;o; I'm really sorry, I had a busy week!]]
Xyriscalyx was suddenly smashing against the ground as Heavyheart darted out of the way just in time. The ashen grey tom's head spun and he glanced around through foggy eyes, looking for his opponent. He spotted him racing toward a small unmoving lump of fur. "No!" he heard Heavyheart cry.
Standing up unsteadily and straining to see who it was, Xyiscalyx gasped. It was Pheonixpaw. Her ginger fur was bloodstained, and she lay motionless on the ground, beneath a blood-splatted, horrified looking Stormcloud. Xyrsicalyx winced.
At that moment, his mind started to whirr. This could not be good for JaggedClan. A warrior had killed a SnowClan apprentice. This, he was sure, would not go without mentioning at the gathering. Then again, the fight was uncalled for! Unneeded! Xyriscalyx hissed internally. The JaggedClan patrol had been of no threat to the SnowClan one; they were merely doing a routine border check! And SnowClan had attacked! Hissing, Xyriscalyx watched as Stormcloud raced away, back into JaggedClan territory, and stood watching dazedly as the SnowClan patrol gathered around Pheonixpaw, ending the battle they had been so intent on moments before, and acting like it was all Stormcloud's fault.
Blood boiling in rage and pride for his clan, Xyriscalyx gave a hoarse yowl. "You brought this upon yourself, SnowClan! We didn't ask for this battle!"
He then whipped around, following Stormcloud's scent, and was gone in an instant.
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Post by Fishy on Jan 13, 2008 23:01:31 GMT 9
Riverstone watched slowly as he laid on his side. He staggered to his paws and watched as Garnetstorm ran over to the ginger-furred apprentince. He looked down at his paws and sighed. Blood dripped from gashes. He needed to get back to camp, Stormcloud and Xriscalyx already were probably there. He ran as fast as he could, but his wounds hurt pretty bad.
He ran through the territory and bounded through the camp entrance. He breathed heavily, blood dripp from his pelt and onto the camp floor. He watched to see Xriscalyx padding innto Wildstar's den. Did she need to talk to him too?
[Riverstone in camp]
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Post by Incognito on Apr 28, 2008 15:26:17 GMT 9
Mossfoot padded along the JaggedClan border, glancing back to make sure that he hadn't somehow lost Ghoststorm and Heavyheart- he hadn't. The tom's glossy green gaze surveyed the border with a small glitter of pride as he marked SnowClan scent every so often. Scenting the air- he realized he could smell JaggedClan- though the aroma wasn't strong or new, and the young warrior guessed that there hadn't been a patrol along the border for a fair while- they were probably busy with other things, maybe discussing Duststar- or there could have even been some shortage of prey.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Apr 28, 2008 23:55:49 GMT 9
l [/font] ll[/right] Ghoststorm padded after Mossfoot silently, pausing every so often to scent-mark as well. He might appear complacent and relaxed but this image would be shattered if one were to look at his eyes. The eagle-like orbs flickered back and forth and back and forth across the land around them, jumping from foreground to background too. In truth, he was very much alert. They were mere tail-lengths away from enemy territory and although he couldn't smell JaggedClan, they could well be hiding downwind. Of course, there was the chance that they'd smuggled their way into SnowClan territory further down too - they could be lying in ambush even as he padded. The thoughts made Ghoststorm's neck fur bristle but he was glad he'd thought it all the same. He may as well assume they were planning an attack to avoid any nasty surprises. The attack would still be nasty but it wouldn't be a surprise.
Mind full of suspicion (only heightened by the fact that they were swiftly approaching the place where Phoenixpaw had been ripped open), the silver tabby tom glanced back at the last member of the patrol, glad that there was at least one well-experienced warrior there. Heavyheart could be relied upon. Mossfoot had a good heart, just like any SnowClan cat, but he was one of the newer warriors.
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