Posts by Wolfgate.

"Battle training!" Wolfgate repeated loudly, tipping his head downwards to stare at the young red tabby. Perhaps she had not heard him?

Wolfgate felt Gwen's claws latch onto his tail and he hissed, quickly drawing it in and wrapping it around his hind leg. He then attempted to throw himself forward and squeeze the canine's head, aiming to slash his claws across the bodyguard's eyes, blinding her either temporarily or permanently.

"Combat." he replied tartly, still in a raised voice in order to be heard over the wind.

Wolfgate moved towards Ao Shin's door, feeling slightly anxious for the first time in a long time. "Sir?" called the ivory crew member in as confident a voice as he could manage. "I'd like to talk to you about some battle tactics I had in mind, as well as the ranks and BHR's response to our alliance request."

( http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1595885.new#new )

A red-winged blackbird landed on a rock nearby the DarkClan camp and let out a ringing caw; "Allies! Skulls is being attacked by WindClan and would like help before serious damage is caused! Will you help?"

The blackbird had expected at least one of Skulls' allies to be defective. It twitched his beak in acknowledgement at Lancelot and flapped away, off to find someone a little more useful.

Shot by a human...Wolfgate did not know this, but he had once been shot by a human. A Vietnamese human. A human whose soul was that of his vanished apprentice's, Napalmpaw. Being the reincarnation of a soldier from the Vietnam war was a fact he didn't know yet...but sometimes it leaked through in the form of nightmares or flashes of memory.

The multicolored tomcat blinked and shook his head as the sounds of gunfire pummeled his ears and meowed quietly, "Shot."

Wolfgate nodded to the Italian dog, highly interested in how his performance would be - would the new member turn out to be an asset or a liability? The multicolored crew member rotated his shoulders back and waited for others.

Wolfgate waited tensely for an opponent.

^ Yep.

He'll have two pointy horns right between his ears, pretty normal. Use my miniprofile for appearance references.

All applicants will be paid a base price of 5,00.

Wolfgate, panting, stared at Garett while he waited to be freed from Dauntlesspaw's clutches. He wondered why the obsidian kleptomaniac had called the sickness 'gloom'. "Was that the sickness' name," he questioned gruffly, "gloom, or was depression taking over?"

"You're strong." commented Wolfgate; the tomcat had been standing quietly behind a crate and had been, in a mildly creepy way, watching the lithe Italian as he jumped about. "Muscular." the wiry feline pounced lightly atop a barrel and continued to observe Garett, tail swishing.

The multicolored soldier could be seen digging furiously in a corner of the beach, his tail puffed up and held high and his eyes bright with a kind of maniac energy. Whatever Wolfgate was after, he wanted it badly.

Spotting Lee, Wolfgate melded into invisibility and used scent manipulation to make himself smell of nothing but sand, making sure to muddle it so it wouldn't be too strong and alert the bodyguard. He then crept forward, moving along the edge of the beach so he wouldn't cast a shadow and stepping in the footprints of the others on the battlefield so his pawprints wouldn't show up. Once he was just behind the wolf, he lunged and attempted to lash his claws along the canine's flank in a non-fatal but damaging strike.

Ah, but Wolfgate could smell Lee! He had the advantage here, and was determined to press it. The tomcat ducked the blow and threw himself forward, attempting to slide beneath the the WindClanner's belly and cut his hamstrings open, which would be both extremely painful and incapacitating, as it was a method of torture known as hamstringing.

OOC: I'm afraid not ):
Sorry!

Wolfgate recalled Jacksparrow. He was not fond of the former red panda; what kind of idiot faked their death? The smoke tortoiseshell, steps brisk if slightly lilted, approached and dipped his head. "Welcome back." meowed the crew member gruffly. "Things have changed since you've been gone."

The multicolored tortie nodded and let out a whistle. His pet blackbird fluttered over and cawed, "DarkClan has been visited by Fitz. We will go to BHR."

Wolfgate did not answer either of his Skullmates; it was only when a dull thunk could be heard did he stop, flanks heaving, and gaze up at them. "I've found it." breathed the smoke tortoiseshell.

Wolfgate was not surprised in the choice of Dauntlesspaw; she was immature, raw, untrained. It was only natural that she should choose the more impractical option, one less foreign due to the fact that it dealt in matters which were familiar - a snake - instead of unfamiliar, scarier threats. Like people. And guns. "I'll go next. Would you rather -" he tensed as a wave of pain rose from his bad leg, "switch genders or lose an ear?"

Deeply relieved, the multicolored crew member scrambled upright and cast the red tabby a wary look.