Posts by perturbedpococurante

OOC: I've created the sign up thread and made this one Invite-only access. ANY new cat applications will go there: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1853727.0
Soon, I will be deleting the posts at the beginning, and all applications. I've quoted them all into the signup. Sorry it looks messy, but if you know how to move the entire post over there, then I'd be glad to hear it.

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So sorry about that. I didn't realize that making the threat Invite-Only would remove access for those who've already responded to it. I'm going to have to compose an invite list later.

Works for me.

Crap, I forgot. I have a similar OC for many different threads, and she's a warrior in most of them. But yeah, this one she's apprentice.

Yeah sure, she could be a warrior if you need.

OOC: I am about to try doing the invite-only access again. I've gotten a list of everyone active on this thread, so I'm going to hope this works.

Edit: I've just added color to the list of cats on the main post of the thread. I've put female cats as red, and male as blue. Some of them have no color because I was unsure of their gender. If I've messed up the color on one of your cats, let me know and I'll fix it immediately. Meanwhile, I'll be going through and deleting the cat applications from the beginning, as I've quoted them all into the sign up thread. (I'll also be using that time to check the genders of the cats I wasn't sure of.)

After Owlpaw had been congratulated and the cats had begun to disperse, Brambleface returned to the side of her new apprentice. "So, Owlpaw, are you ready to see your clan's territory?"

The ceremony had gone by quickly. Thistlepelt gave his well wishes to Owlpaw, and then decided to go out hunting. The cold freshkill from the night before surely wouldn't last long. He trotted out, his tail elevated and nose in the air, sniffing for fresh scents. He'd gotten a good way from the camp before he finally scented something.
I suppose they've got to have *some* sense or there wouldn't be enough of them to eat.
He figured that any small animal would know better than to hang out around the place where many cats slept.

OOC: Sorry, I was waiting for someone else to speak but since nobody did I decided to post anyway.

OOC: why not? This is a great thread. It has such potential.

Clawstar nodded, approving of the choice Glacierheart made. He stood as the cats gathered and made sure everyone was ready, before bounding across the dusty clearing into the thick, dark, tunnel that was the entrance to the camp. It was at least four fox-lengths before he emerged from the long tunnel into the flat land beyond the camp. Extremely tall trees dotted the land, the concentration of which was increasing steadily as he pelted into the forest. Following Glacierheart's scent trail back to it's origin, he dodged trees and thick bramble bushes, skirting the base of the large cliff face. He did not look behind him to see whether or not the others were keeping up.

Still near the unnaturally circular pool of water and trees, Stone's hope of winning the battle was dwindling. Finally, rather than swiping angrily at the air, she collapsed to the ground, taking heaving breaths. She had one last possible way to escape. She had no choice but to try, or die at the hands of the many cats that she knew must be approaching as she thought. Now she just had to hope that the apprentice would accept victory easily.

OOC: All that's happened so far is that there was a loner found on Thistleclan territory, and Clawstar's leading a small patrol to chase it out.

After a minute's swift pace, Clawstar found himself emerging into the clearing of the moon-pool. Dangerously near the waters, he could see the dark grey she-cat crouching down in defeat beneath Nightpaw. He nodded approvingly at the dark apprentice.
"You don't seem to have a single scratch on you. You may have first pick of the fresh kill pile tonight for this, Nightpaw."
He then flicked his tail to signal that Nightpaw should step away from the rouge. He padded up to it and shoved his face toward her aggressively, putting his nose against hers and snarling.
"What do you think you're doing on my territory rouge?", he spat.
Stone's eyes glittered defiantly and she hissed back her response. "I don't have to justify myself to you."
Clawstar's tail whipped back and forth angrily. "Seeing as I am the leader of a clan of warriors ten times greater than any rouge can ever be, I'd say you do." He was beginning to loose his composure and the fur on his shoulders was bristling dangerously.
Stone had not missed the obvious signs of danger and forced herself to get to her paws, though she was still panting with exhaustion.
"Oh, was Nightpaw's playing not enough for you? Perhaps I can finish the job." He crouched, ready to spring on the rouge, but filled with adrenaline and knowing that this massive cat would not be as swift as the apprentice, Stone was able to side-step him as he launched towards her. He slithered on the damp grass, but turned to face her again almost instantly. Stone knew she had no choice but to try to fight again. There was no way with the other cats that had filed into the clearing that she'd be able to run away and escape.
Luckily for her, the big tom seemed to be in a state of rage, so she might well have the advantage of speed and thought. As he ran at her, she leaped, twisting to land on his back. He yowled with anger, though he didn't seem to be affected by the needle claws piercing through his skin. He rolled over, squashing her beneath him, and then tore himself from her grip. She screeched with pain, but being so tired, she had no time to prepare herself for what happened next.
Clawstar had sprung at her before she was on her feet. His claws met her throat and all that was left was a sickening gargling sound as she choked on her own blood. As her life seeped into the sacred water of the moonpool, Clawstar sat down and began to wash the blood from his fur, seeming unphased by what he'd just done.

OOC: A wonderful little fight scene there, but I must go now. See you later!

Brambleface twitched her whiskers at the apprentice's enthusiasm and began to lead the way out. "Alright, since you've already been through the territory a bit, we're just going to do a quick border sweep and hunt on the way. After that, I think some battle training is in order."
She lead the way to the border between themselves and Mistclan. "So Owlpaw, what do you smell?" She had already detected that they were here before the Mistclan patrol and a mouse behind them, but she was curious as to whether or not her apprentice would notice something she had not.

A crack of lightning bolted above them in the sky and a steady trickle of water began to fall, as though Starclan themselves were showing their shocked disapproval. Clawstar had moved on from washing his fur to calmly licking his paws, nonchalantly cleaning the blood from his claws. None of what Thinpaw said phased him. That is, until he got to the moon-pool part. A nervous flick of his ear was the only indication that he cared in the slightest about the dark blood dispersing into the waters.
Suddenly, he stood up, narrowing his eyes in challenge to all of the cats around him. "You speak of the warrior code, but it seems that only Darkpelt has remembered that the Clan Leader's word is law. This is not a crime, this is dealing with an intruder. And I think even our medicine cat can tell that this is an intruder that will not be coming back."
He waved his tail to signal that everyone should follow him, though he really didn't care much what the medicine cat did. He'd no doubt be groveling to Starclan and trying to revive the obviously dead rouge.
Once they had reached the camp again, Clawstar jumped up onto the large stump that formed the leader's den. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, join here beneath the meeting tree for a clan meeting."
He waited until all the cats present had gathered in front of the stump to begin.
"We have the possibility of a new threat in the forest. Rouges." Clawstar spat the name 'rouge', as though getting mouse bile off his tongue. "If you come across any of those filth on our territory, then I am giving you permission here and now to remove the threat first, and then report to me. This measure is to ensure the safety of our clanmates as soon as possible. I honor Nightpaw's courage in facing the rouge alone while Glacierheart returned to us to inform of the threat, however now, you may all go knowing that you are not bound to tell me before eradicating the threat." When he mentioned Nightpaw, he chose to leave out the fact that she had questioned his rights, though he cast her a careful look, telling her without words that she could not expect to be let off like this again. He reminded himself to visit Thinpaw later to give him the same warning. "Darkpelt." He addressed the warrior directly. "Take a small patrol and get rid of Stone's body, then hunt on the way back."
With that, he jumped off the damp stump. It was still drizzling, and he would prefer that the rouge's body did not start to decay on his territory. Especially not right next to the moon-pool.

Alrighty, you've been accepted, sorry about the wait, I was having some trouble adding your cats to the list.

OOC: Pretty much the clan has started to wake up, and my cat is out with her new apprentice Owlpaw. It's a good time for you to jump in since you haven't missed anything major.

Brambleface had not noticed the fox scent before. She stood up and carefully sniffed the grass where Owlpaw had smelled it, identifying the stale odor. Her ears pricked, impressed by her apprentice's good nose. "Well scented Owlpaw. You're right, it may very well still be in the territory. Now what do you think we should do about it?" She was now testing his decision making skills. She knew already there were two good courses of action. Going home immediately to warn the queens and leader, or tracking it to see if it had made a den.

Brambleface nodded approvingly. Noticing his nervous look, she meowed "Perfect. With more warriors we can guarantee it will either be driven out, or killed. Of course, we'd rather avoid killing it if possible. A dead fox will put the queens' minds at rest, however it also smells terrible and will scare off some potential prey, or worse, lure in a creature worse than the fox." With that, she hopped away, bounding towards the camp. She glanced back once to make sure Owlpaw had kept up.

OOC: To be honest I'd forgotten exactly what Bramblepaw and Stormpaw were doing, except that Bramblepaw had heard the fighting and had gone to find Stormpaw so they could investigate. So I'm just going to go from there.

Bramblepaw bounded through the trees. The yowling of fighting cats had since fallen into ominous silence, and she was now searching blindly through the trees. She paused to inhale deeply, trying desperately to locate the source of the noise. An unexpected and frightening smell collided with the scent glands in the roof of her mouth, almost making her gag. Blood seemed to fill the air, choking her lungs with it's odor. All the times that warriors had returned home with wounds of battle when she was still a kit, the blood scent had never been so strong. The fur bristled along her spine and her tail fluffed up with fear. She leaped off, over a bramble bush towards the scent. Bramblepaw suddenly found herself bursting out of the trees into a large, unnaturally perfect, circle of trees. In the middle, a circular pool of water. Except, that wasn't just water. The dark red swirling within frightened her, but not as much as the unmoving, bloodied corpse of a stone-grey cat. She couldn't even smell whether it was a she-cat or a tom underneath the intrusive tang of blood.

Making quick work of returning to the camp, Brambleface ran through the tunnel entrance. "Venomstar! Owlpaw has scented a fox on our territory. We were hoping to get a patrol to check it out just in case it has cubs to protect."

OOC: Short post, sorry about that. Just couldn't think what else to say.

Seeing no one and being unable to smell anything other than blood, Bramblepaw carefully approached the body. It looked horribly battered, and it's throat had been torn out, presumably by claws, as though dispatching fresh-kill. The pool of water had been tainted by the blood, which was still oozing lazily from the wounds on the rouge. She forced the bristling brown fur on her back to flatten. This was just a rouge after all. She didn't like how it seemed to have been given no chance to escape, but the warrior code did tell her that the clan must come first. Perhaps it had attacked someone?

Bramblepaw looked behind her, positive that the horror had not yet gone from her eyes despite how hard she tried to mask it. She did not need Stormpaw to finish his though. There was nothing to tell. "What should we do..?"

Bramblepaw's tail tip twitched nervously. "Should we wait for them then?"
She honestly really didn't want to wait but she also would hate for someone to discover their scent without an apparent reason once the terrible odor of blood had dispersed. Perhaps if they told their mentors where they'd been it'd be okay for them to go back.

Brambleface's tail twitched irritably. She personally found the meeting to be a waste of time with a fox on the loose, but she did not argue, and simply took her place, sitting near the rock as the deputy should. She tried her best to keep the fur on her shoulders calmly flat.

Thistlepelt crouched, pulling himself slowly through the foliage. He held his tail just above the ground, sliding weightlessly towards his prey. A fat brown mouse was nibbling at a seed beneath a large tree. It was so oblivious that the warrior was amazed it hadn't been caught by a bird of prey before now. After taking a couple steps more forward, he leaped. The mouse squeaked loudly and tried to run, but it was too late as Thistlepelt slammed his paw down on it's back and swiftly bit it's spine. He sat up with the mouse in his mouth, purring. He'd had a great catch this morning. He trotted back towards camp, unburying another mouse and squirrel on the way. Once he'd reached the camp, his ears pricked in surprise to see Venomstar on the highrock. They'd just had a meeting this morning! He hurried to the fresh kill pile to deposit his contribution,and took his seat. He wrapped his tail neatly around his paws and cast his daughter a curious look as though hoping for clarification. Brambleface revealed nothing, but twitched her ears to acknowledge him.