Sharp Exchanges Rapidpaw-TeachMeToLearnMore Like This
Fernpool – animefreak120
The tabby she-cat let out a sigh. Prey was running just fine, but it seemed the herbs were not. She had ventured outside of Windclan's borders hoping to have more luck, but that didn't seem to be on her side. She hadn't crossed the borders of course. She just had ventured around fourtrees and near the thunderpath. It might have been stupid to walk along the smooth stone path, but she was truly desperate to do her clan proud. After searching for a good chunk of the afternoon, she had seated herself under this tree. It would shelter her from this never ending downpour. Not that it mattered. The Windclan warrior found herself going home soaked most days. ...Hm. This wasn't a clan's territory was it? She hadn't scented any borders marking this spot off limits...
Rapidpaw angled his ears back out of the wind. He had gone hunting along the edge of the gorge but the roar of the water, heightened by the recent
[TRE] RP: Escort to the Border animefreak120 (Fernpool)More Like This
The WindClan she-cat cursed as she scampered under the bramble bush. She wasn't hiding from any cat in particular, just ShadowClan cats in general. She had been hunting by the Thunderpath- something she new little about. She had always stayed away from the strange twoleg thing as a rouge since, but now she lived in a place that was right next to it. A monster had roared by her just as she was about to pounce on a rabbit. The rabbit had heard it coming long before she had, so her prey escaped, as well. She had been so startled by the thing that she had ran as fast as she could go, not paying attention until where she was going. She realized, too late, that she was in ShadowClan. At least the monster hadn't injured her. There was no way she was going back to the Thunderpath for a while. She would just... wait here until she calmed down. Let's hope no cat else finds me.
And the Walls Came Tumbling Down."S-so what you d-do when y-you're mining is t-to r-really think about...what you're lo-looking for," Rowan was saying.More Like This
Sylvani turned her head to look at the two cats before her, smiling fondly as she surveyed them both in the middle of a lesson. Sohvi was, of course, training to be a scholar, but as her mentor still needed to learn about the other professions the Gold-Earth had decided Sylvani's "niece" could tag along whenever she took him into the mines for a day. In all honesty, Sylvani was delighted for the opportunity. She'd always had a soft spot for Sohvi and Mikaela, and the Spirits had blessed Earth Tribe with the pair of them- and Sohvi's twin brother. None had been explicit miners, true, but she felt that through Rowan she had been given the chance to pass the crucial culture down.
Of course, Sylvani also wanted to see how Rowan would handle being the leader of the party of three. He was in charge of showin
A 'Tea'Riffic EncounterMore Like This
|Jayce |Dove- Rookie |BGC
Everything seems right and in order… He murmured to himself, scrambling about the room in a hurried bustle.
He had put on a batch of scones in the oven moments prior, and the sweet aroma of of the tasty pastries filled the air. Tea had been brewed as well. Chai—his favorite. Jayce wasn't much of of a coffee fan, so tea would have to do.
All of this was in preparation for his new roomie's arrival. The tea, the scones, even tidying up the rooms. He wanted to make a great first impression, after all.
The newly graduated dove had been assigned to share a living space with an Ian Arkwright. He said the name to himself aloud a few times, feeling that it had a pleasant ring to it. If he was lucky, the holder of such a name would be pleasant as we
[TGB] Jump:icontgb-shadowtribe::iconthe-golden-butterfly::icontgb-shadowtribe:More Like This
There were only a few days until the gathering and Cenek still didn’t know exactly what it was that Alriyel had planned. He had grown to trust the Golden Butterfly, but it felt strange to be in the dark. He would have preferred having more control over the situation, but surely Alriyel knew what he was doing. He was going to challenge the Spirits. Once all of that was over, he would no longer be staying in Shadow-Tribe and Cenek would finally be able to start rebuilding.
Whatever was to come after that would surely come, but there was no use worrying over it. It was too late to change the past, and the events leading to the future were now out of his paws. The important thing was that he had Sojir back. No matter how much he lost, he had to remember that. Everything is going to be okay.
Patrolling was a necessity still, and while it would have been unwise to go alone, the Silver-Shadow refused to partake
Anklebiters - Phoebe and Drake vs. Mar YollerZ:More Like This
It has been a little while since Phoebe had bumped into another stranger. By stranger, of course, she meant a cat not from her Tribe. She practically knew every face in Fire Tribe’s--not all of their names, but that was a start, right? She gleefully trotted along a worn path, the forest pretty dense and thick around her. The sunlight was hardly able to infiltrate the thick and plentiful branches. Odd, right? How it was supposed to be winter and yet, the forest was so dense and so green. Well, she wasn’t threading in Pheasant Woods anyway, the Nightwatch Forest was way thicker than the other forest around the land, she noticed. It was her first time there and she could already note the difference. Yupe, a young apprentice threading on unknown lands, with no one to accompany her. Dumb? Or not? Probably a bit of the both.
Phoebe wasn’t the kind to get scared off that easily. She was way too curious, way too innocent a
A Mother's Vengeance - P2 - Palette vs. Mar Takethra:More Like This
Mar felt the slice of claws down his flanks – as the earth and sky switched places and the she-cat had placed herself furiously between himself and the log. Absorbing the throwing of his balance, he registered the pain and his newfound position with an avaricious snarl, grinding his back and all his weight into her gut before she shot free. He just as quickly flipped onto his feet, narrow wounds beginning to bead with blood; his claws clenched the bark of their platform as he leered. “Oh, that was saucy,” he growled with a smile. “I thought you’d never deign to grace me with your touch, she-cat.”
He saw the fury in her eyes, her pale frame as taut and fiery as ever, but she was very nearly swooning with the exertion of their entanglement. He understood the wild-eyes and feverish venom of the fatigue that underlay battle. She was certainly beginning to show,
A Mother's Vengeance - P1 - Palette vs. Mar Bayflight:More Like This
Anger roiled beneath the smith's pelt, but Palette outwardly appeared calm- save for the occasional steely flash in her ice-colored eyes- as she paced silently around the vaguely familiar clearing. She knew why it was familiar, but she refused to let her thoughts dwell on it; for once, it wasn't hard not to. The faint rage that flickered like lightning beneath her fur was plenty to consider. If needed, she could summon it to explode in a heartbeat...and she was counting on it. Anger made her powers so much easier to control. She was not sure if she'd need them, but she was prepared nonetheless. She probably would not even find this Green-Earth who had been stupid enough to hurt her son. The thought made her claws curl again, stopping her pacing for a moment as they sought purchase against the ground. What sort of warrior do you call yourself, when you attack cats who aren't even into adolescence yet? Palette thought furiously, remem
AFA: The First to Follow - Zaire and Ithe NebuleerMore Like This
The midday air was stained with the smell of fuel and dust as a young man sat on the side of a pavement. His green eyes were without emotion as he listed people off in a quiet mutter as they passed.
"Food" was most common, but every now and again he would mutter "foe".
His long reddish brown hair covered his face so his eyes could only be seen through small spaces, but every now and again a soft gust of wind would brush his hair out of his face to reveal an unshaven, gaunt appearance. It was obvious he hadn't eaten for a while.
With effort, the frail man stood up and flicked his hood over his head and proceeded down the street.
He soon came to a stop in front of a newspaper stall, which had a massive header "Ghoul Creates Plans For Ghoul Academy" in bold letters.
With his thin fingers he picked it up and read the passage. A rich ghoul wants to create an institute where young ghouls can be educated and mix with human children.