Posts by Galestep

(Wow. I almost forgot this thread. I came across it again while looking for unreplied threads.)

(Hi! I just wanted to revive this thread!)

(*shrugs too* I guess. I'll PM her, and if she doesn't post by... the end of tomorrow, we''ll move on, if that's all right.)

(Okay...I'll resend my message.)

Galestep, when she stumbled, fell to the ground. On her side, she scrabbled to get to her feet. In her brief moment of panic, she had shaken off the last of her fox transformation. Now she was left struggling up into a standing position. The fox loomed over her now, despite Galestep's rather large build.

OOC: Wait, so we're skipping now?

IC: Sighing, Galestep trod a sleepy circle in her plush nest. She collapsed down into a fuzzy ball of blue-gray fur. Who knew training an apprentice could be such hard work? she thought.
She, Sorrelpaw, and Scourgepaw had spent the rest of the day training, and she was unused to working all day with anybody but herself. Galestep closed her eyes against the flecks of red sunlight that seeped through the gaps in Warrior den's wall. Purring softly, she burried her pink nose under her tail.

(I need the fox to do something. The roles say I can't hurt another player's character without the player's consent, and can't make them do anything, like hit me.)

Galestep spat the dust out of her mouth and flipped up into a standing position, still a bit unsteady. She coughed a little to clear her lungs before taking a brief look at the situation.
"Fox dung..." she whispered when she saw that with Froststripe hurt, and Brightnose tending to her friend's wounds, she was the only cat left in the fight. And now, as if that wasn't enough, her fox shape had worn off. Despite the thick knot of fear weighing down her stomach, she bared her white teeth, facing off with the fox. If she was to die, she would go down fighting, hopefully buying her comrades a little more time.
But taking on a fox single-handedly? Not even the great River, founder of RiverClan, could do that. At least, not in a head-on fight. Galestep was smiling now, as an idea came to her. She was no WindClanner, but that fox was limping from their collective attacks...
"Hey stupid, catch me if you can!" she yelled with as much bravado as she could muster. Turning tail, she fled into the woods as if all the Dark Forest were on her heels.

Galestep laughed lightly. "Wow, aren't you excited about a little fish?" The laughter did a good job of getting the troublesome WindClanners off her mind, and she hoped it would help Froststripe, too.
Really, why should the worry and regret last? It was a very nice day. The wind blew softly, stirring her whiskers; nothing like the raging wind that had blown on her birthday, giving Galestep her name. The sun's light lined the edges of fluffy white clouds up in the sky. It was pleasantly warm, and insect hummed lazily all around.
Galestep sat up and casually began licking her paws. She swiped them over her face to refresh herself.

(Okay. Just checking. I got in mild trouble for PowerPlaying once.)

Galestep could hear the fox's angry snarl and it's heavy pawsteps as it crashed through the dry, brittle brush. Her heart was in her throat, and felt like it would explode. She didn't care if she led it away from her Clanmates now. She was just trying to save her own pelt.
She swerved around a boulder, and ducked into a little gap between it and another rock. Panting, she huddled as far back from the entrance to the hole as possible. The cruel, slavering jaws of the fox rammed themselves into the space, it's breath rancid. Big black paws scuffed at the ground, trying to dig the hole wider.
Galestep squished herself against the wall, away from the snapping teeth, as far as she could. She jabbed her paw at the fox's muzzle, and felt a twinge of savage satisfaction when she drew blood.
That is, until the fox twisted it's jaws to bite down on her outstretched paw. Galestep wailed in agony as her bones crunched. She withdrew her forepaw, now utterly numb.

Galestep watched Froststripe hunt with amusement dancing in her blue eyes. She got up and met Froststripe as she headed back to the carp. The fresh-kill was little more than bones now, and with a full belly giving her an extra spurt energy, Galestep was in a mood for fun. The WindClan patrol had been stressful, so she felt that she, Froststripe and Sparkletail deserved a break.

Through her drowsiness, Galestep felt Seafang's presence in the den. Feeling her denmate's warm body curling up in the nest next to hers, Galestep yawned contentedly. Her tail shifted, then settled onto her nose again.
"Apprentices are exhausting...don't you think?" she murmured sleepily to Seafang, her breath fogging in the chill air. "I wonder how Jadeclaw ever put up with me."
Outside the den, StarClan's warriors shimmered coldly in the blue-black sky. Their pale light illuminated the reed-and-bramble dens, the last remaining fish on the fresh-kill pile, and one very cold cat. Jadeclaw. He rested outside the Warrior's den, his lush cream fur bushed out against the winter night. Here, in sleep, he could find peace for his troubled brain.

Galestep stood, deliberating whether or not to stay out of the battles, but in the end, she followed at Deathwhisker's tail. She had never had to battle cats who weren't part of a proper Clan before. And while she never enjoyed conflict of any kind, the blue tabby would fight to the death to uphold her Clan's honor and safety.

The fox twisted in pain, yipping and snarling at this new foe. Galestep tried to run out of the hole to help Brightnose, but gasped when she put weight on her bloodied paw. Thankfully, she did not fall again, but drew her injured paw up under her belly.
On three legs, the grey tabby hobbled out of the hole. She reared onto her hind legs, slashing out her good paw. The fox flinched when Galestep raked her claws down its side.

(Good Morning! [in the game])

Galestep blinked open her blue eyes as the fresh breath of morning stirred her gray fur. She saw that, apart from Seafang curled beside her, the Warrior den was empty. It took her fuzzy mind a little while to understand that the morning patrols were already being called.
"Get up! We're late!" she whispered urgently to her denmate, poking her with a forepaw. She raced outside and hurriedly sat down, licking herself all over. She wanted to look presentable, at least, before anyone noticed her.

Galestep backed away from the fox's body, panting. She didn't dare risk a look at her mangled paw. Blood streaked the surrounding undergrowth. Was it cat's blood, or the fox's? No matter. The fox was dead, the battle won, and all the survivors could do was lick their wounds and move on.
"Are you two okay?" she asked Froststripe and Brightnose. She was still a litle shaken up, but she had the presence of mind to thank them. "Thank you so much! I would've probably died if you hadn't come to help!"
She indicated the snapped twigs that marked the path they had taken from their campsite. "Should we go back for the rabbit?" she asked.

"Hey!"
Galestep rolled over, trying to knock Froststripe off her back. But when she did, she felt a wriggling bump under her. A muffled squeak came from the kit she had accidentaly buried in her play.
"Oops! Sorry, Wingkit!" she said as she stood up. The little white tom stood up, brushed himself off. "Aren't you a little big to be wrestling?" he asked impudently. Not waiting for an answer, he ran to his mother's side for more tame company.
Galestep sat down, staring after the kit with good humor. She turned to Froststripe, poking her playfully with a paw. "Cheeky little thing, isn't he?" she asked.

("I didn't do it!" :D)

Galestep noticed the two apprentices hanging around the edges of the crowd of warriors eagerly awaiting their orders.
"Hey!" she trotted over to them, waving her glossy striped tail in greeting. "Wanna work on your water tactics?" Her stomach grumbled. "But before we do anything, let's finish up the last of yesterday's food." she added.

Galestep crouched lower to the ground, gently shaking her pelt. She growled in mock irritation. I wonder if I'm a supposed to be a ShadowClan warrior, or WindClan? She thought. It would make sense that the kits would be playing anti-WindClan after the visitors' appearance.

Galestep had already finished her breakfast, and was now swiping her tongue around her mouth to lick up the last lingering taste of trout. It was probably one of the last fat fish RiverClan would catch in a long time.
"Don't let your eyes get bigger than your stomach." Galestep warned Lilypaw. She looked thoughtfully at the leftovers. "We can't afford to waste food. Why don't you see if one of the queens wants some?"

Galestep checked to see that Sorrelpaw and Lilypaw were ready to go. She saw nothing but a few thin fish bones where their meals had been. Looking to see if Jadeclaw was still asleep out of the corner of her eye, she stood up from her sitting position and swished her tail from side to side.
"All right." She mewed, sort of thinking aloud. "The hunting patrol will be back soon. I don't think we'll need to go hunting, then. So...I guess it's time to practice water maneuvers." She bounced lightly on her paw-pads. The water moves were her favorite part of training as an apprentice.