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Post by Yuno on Jul 25, 2016 12:22:21 GMT
Splashpool
Splashpool purred, her eyes glittering with mischief. They were by the Thunderclan border, both her, and her current partner in crime--Mudfish. "Fufufu." She giggled hysterically, as she shook herself, sending water droplets flying everywhere. Her fur was drying out fast with the green-leaf's sun heat, and she was dry enough to navigate through an underbrush without getting all tangled up. The she-cat's blue green eyes sparkled as she surveyed the border again, at the thought of exploring Thunderclan territory. "Those Thunderclan scums will never realize that we've been there." She turned around to grin at the other cat beside her. "Oi, oi Mudfish." The calico she-cat said, nudging the other cat. "We should visit Snakerocks first. I mean, adders sound to be the most coolest thing the world could ever give us. Those things apparently have no legs. I don't believe the poisonous part though. It's probably something made up to scare kits, like river sharks."
"Alright!" Splashpool exclaimed loudly, attempting a swagger. As the older she-cat, she was obviously playfully taking charge. She was having a lot of fun, and was dying to explore the other territory. "We have dipped ourselves into the river and rolled on some ferns, so that should mean that our scents are not that strong. And remember our backup plan." Splashpool dropped her voice, her eyes gleaming. "When Thunderclan catches us, we'll feint a surprise and say 'Oh Starclan! the border? What border? Ooooo, I'm so sorry for trespassing!'' and if they don't believe it, we can tell them we wanna see their leader and slip away."
It was probably Splashpool's idea for the two warriors to land up in Thunderclan territory. Splashpool has been getting restless for the last few days, and Thunderclan seemed like a completely new thing to her. "So are we set and packed?" She turned around, towards the other cat. "Let's gooooo" And with that, the she-cat charged forward, crossing the border in one leap.
Tags: MMNotes: And we begin! The wildest clan trespassing ever. I might throw in my Thunderclan apprentice later, if that's okay. For the intruder alert kind of thing. |
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Post by MM on Jul 27, 2016 5:53:49 GMT
How had he agreed to this in the first place? Mudfish was pretty sure Splashpool had just invited him out of nowhere and he had said yes on the spot. Yeah, seems about right. In any case, this was straight up his alley: he had always yearned to explore other clan territories, although there wasn’t really ever a proper precedent to do something like that. You’d have to be something of a prisoner of war to take a stroll through the clans. But now, he could, because he was a (relatively fresh) warrior and had free reign to do as he pleased. For the most part, at least. Big enough to defend himself to boot, so that was something. They were standing at thin stretch of water, the border between them and ThunderClan. It was some distance past their Sunnningrocks and all Mudfish could see on the other side was forest. He couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to live under tree shade for the majority of your waking life. No sound of running water or the clear sky above you (a sentiment shared by WindClan, he believed)...strange cats indeed. They were probably poor, shrivelled things. Mudfish flicked his tail across Splashpool’s flank, taking in her boundless enthusiasm and generating some excitement of his own. It was almost contagious it was, although in Mudfish the hyperactivity aura simply solidified into a stolid determination that they would definitely get their adventure. " Those Thunderclan scums will never realize that we've been there."He nodded along with her, then looked at the she-cat when she addressed him. " We should visit Snakerocks first. I mean, adders sound to be the most coolest thing the world could ever give us. Those things apparently have no legs. I don't believe the poisonous part though. It's probably something made up to scare kits, like river sharks." ‘Sounds good, sounds good! I’ve never actually seen a snake too, but some cat told me they move like fish on land and I’m all up for seein’ that!’ added Mudfish, thinking back to his apprentice days. As usual anything that had to do with water, even indirectly, got his ears pricked. ‘Maybe we could hunt one and bring it back to parade around camp. Should be easy enough, right? Fish on land, after all,’How cool would that be, to return to the rest of the clan with a dead land-fish in your jaws? Sure, Palestar and Zinnianose might tear into them but think about the uses of something like that! If they needed to ever threaten ThunderClan, all they’d have to do is show the land-fish to them. Oh you think you’re so great? Well, we caught one of your snakes without y’all even knowing!" Alright!" Mudfish readied his legs and, already feeling the wanderlust creep into his bones, gave several small hops on the spot. " We have dipped ourselves into the river and rolled on some ferns, so that should mean that our scents are not that strong. And remember our backup plan. When Thunderclan catches us, we'll feint a surprise and say 'Oh Starclan! the border? What border? Ooooo, I'm so sorry for trespassing!''’ Mudfish mewed with laughter here and thought that if any cat ever believed that then they really deserved to be tricked. " And if they don't believe it, we can tell them we wanna see their leader and slip away." ‘A plan fit for Palestar, the Grand Tactician, herself!’ Mudfish dipped his head in mock respect to Splashpool. ‘Whatever happens, once we reach the river they’d never be able to keep up, least of all with me,’ The arguably best swimmer in the clan took some time to flatter himself. It was all part of the hype before the storm, one could say. " So are we set and packed?" ‘Ready to roll, Splashstar!’ " Let's gooooo" Mudfish followed close behind Splashpool’s heels, the strength of the sun warming his fur making it all feel right. It certainly didn’t feel like they were trespassing, just moving from one bit of land to another. This was good. They were going to go in, go out, no questions asked, no scents left behind. ‘We’re havin’ land-fish freshkill tonight!’ was the chocolate tom’s warcry as he (unnecessarily) vaulted the border, landing solidly on what was officially illegal grass. ‘D’you know which way Snakerocks is?’ he asked his companion, continuing to trot forwards as he spoke, doing that strange lilting gait. ‘I remember being told that it was like, deep in the forest almost near their camp. I guess we can just keep going straight through the trees then?’ Mudfish regarded the growing density of trees around them with slight apprehension. He was built for water, which meant that on land he was about average, and on land with so many obstacles in the way only made things worse.
However, Mudfish managed to almost completely shake off that feeling with the rapidity of youth. ‘Well we’ll just plow through it in any case. More’s the chance to stakeout enemy territory, eh?’ he said, picking up speed and heading their little party now. After a while weaving through the trunks both thick and thin became bearable, if not entirely a second nature just quite yet.
WORDS: 880 TAGS: Yuno NOTES: By all means, bring in your apprentice! The more the merrier! |
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Post by Yuno on Jul 28, 2016 10:30:28 GMT
 Splashpool
"We're havin' land fresh-kill tonight!" Splashpool purred at her clan-mate's declaration, her eyes sparkling, as she dove inside Thunderclan territory. "Land fresh kill! Land fresh kill!" She chanted excitedly, brushing past some tall ferns, before dropping her voice. er good sense had told her that they were in another clan territory now, and they should be quiet. She pricked her ears to detect any noise around them, and opened her jaw to taste the air. As far as she could tell, there were no Thunderclan cats around at all, which was good. They were going to slip in and out with that snake, and Thunderclan would never notice it coming.
"Hey, hey Mudfish!" Splashpool whispered harshly towards her companion, as she surveyed the area around them. There were many trees around them, clustered together, filtering the sunlight which touches the ground. "It makes your really wonder, how cats could live in forests as dense as this. I mean... Riverclan has trees too, but it's not as bad as the trees here." The she-cat hissed in annoyance as she had to duck under a particularly low-hanging branch. It was difficult to plow herself through the underbrush, but she was determined to conquer the Thunderclan cats once and for all.
"d’you know which way snakerocks is? i remember being told that it was like, deep in the forest almost near their camp. i guess we can just keep going straight through the trees then?" Splashpool tilted her head and shrugged. She had no idea of the location of any place in Thunderclan at all. "Just keep swimming." She replied, butting her head on Mudfish's shoulder. in a friendly manner "Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. Or in this case it could be: Just keep walking, walking, walking." She paused, as a bird sang loudly on a branch above them. "Don't worry. If we head in a straight line, I'm sure we'll reach someplace somehow. What if we happen to stumble on Thunderclan's camp? That would be a good report for Palestar, since we know the camp's location. We could ambush those mouse eaters. And I don't think we'll get lost if we head in a straight line." Her words were jumbled up with each other, as she tried to convey everything on her mind towards simple words.
" well we’ll just plow through it in any case. more’s the chance to stakeout enemy territory, eh?" Splashpool nodded along at her clan's mates words as the chocolate cat took the lead. "Thunderclan is weird though." She said, as she stepped onto a twig, a loud crack echoing. She gingerly lifted her leg and stepped away, her nose wrinkling with distaste. "I don't fancy eating squirrel at all, ya' know?" Splashpool could detect smells of forest life. It smelled of trees and leaves, and were not really well coming at all to her. "Stalking is like... soooo useless, if you look at it? I mean, if Thunderclan really loves forest prey, why don't they also try climbing trees and the like? Everybody can stalk." And with that, Splashpool crouched down, doing a very poor imitation of the hunter's crouch.
She got up again, shrugging. "Ah well." The calico she-cat gave her paw a quick lick before continuing to move forward.
Tags: MM . To Kuwaki or Edda Rose, it would be great to move this thread towards the Thunderclan territory, thank you! Notes: I saw the map, and if they had headed from the sunning rocks in a straight line, they should reach the snake rock in no time!
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Post by MM on Jul 31, 2016 16:58:41 GMT
Mudfish totally agreed with his companion’s words, though maybe not how loud they were being conveyed. Thankfully Splashpool seemed to possess some form of common sense enough to lower the volume by several notches. They were well within the belly of the forest now, and it was enough to make Mudfish uncomfortable with how he wasn’t able to see the sky all that clearly through the canopy. The assorted twigs, dead leaves, and loose dirt under his paws felt off-putting and vaguely disgusting, and the tom tried to step even lighter to avoid as much contact with the ground as possible. The result was that he kind of looked like a fool, but he thought it was worth it. " Don't worry. If we head in a straight line, I'm sure we'll reach someplace somehow. What if we happen to stumble on Thunderclan's camp? That would be a good report for Palestar, since we know the camp's location. We could ambush those mouse eaters. And I don't think we'll get lost if we head in a straight line." Discovering the ThunderClan camp would be a find indeed, and something to lord over the rest of the warriors for moons to come. It would also be good information to have strategically speaking, because to cats unfamiliar with the forest finding the camp could take up precious time. As they made their brisk way through the forest, Mudfish grew aware that he had only one ear pricked to Splashpool’s chatter and the other on high alert for any suspicious sounds. However, instead of feeling on guard because of fear, the RiverClan cat’s veins were coursing with adrenaline, muscles tight from it, ready to act at a moment’s notice. This was amazingly fun already, even though they hadn’t done anything of note just yet. Being here, breaking the rules: it felt right. It felt free. Despite all this, Mudfish’s tail still kinked into an odd shape when the twig snapped, its owner whipping his head around to stare at Spashpool for a moment before relaxing, though not without tossing a ‘Oh, ya minnow-brained she-cat, you,’ at her. ‘Squirrels probably taste like dirt and tree bark anyway. I mean, that’s what they live around right? Not like that pure n’ juicy feel o’ fish,’ compared Mudfish, thinking also to how glorious the fish oils tasted and how nutritious they were. " Stalking is like... soooo useless, if you look at it? I mean, if Thunderclan really loves forest prey, why don't they also try climbing trees and the like? Everybody can stalk." That was true, but when Splashpool assumed a ridiculous pose, Mudfish had to snort and roll his eyes in amusement, walking to give her a gentle cuff on her head while she was still crouched. ‘Wouldn’t be so fast to say everybody, Splashpool. Stick to swimmin’: you’re not even half decent at that yet!’ They kept moving through the forest, two outsiders very much experiencing some form of culture shock. Mudfish was getting very bored of trekking through tree after tree until he spotted a clearing not so far ahead. At this, both his ears pricked up and light began to dance in his eyes. ‘Splashpool, look!’ he hissed, legs already doing their light trot towards the clearing. ‘I think that might be where we wanna be!’ Mudfish could smell some strange undertones of something but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, so he supposed he’ll deal with it when he gets there. ‘I’ll race ya, slug legs!’ And with that the tom was off, eager to finally break the leafy monotony etched into his brain. From his increasing range of vision, Mudfish could make out some large-ish, sandy rocks, clumped together here and there in the random order of Mother Nature. As he drew near he could somewhat identify some of the unfamiliar scents: a few herbs that could be smelled coming from Eveningblaze’s medicine cat den sometimes. The rest was still a weird jumble. Perhaps the snakes? Thankfully there was no feline scent yet but Mudfish couldn’t really be sure. Forest odours mixed with the Snakerock jumble didn’t make for smooth scenting. They probably weren’t terribly close to the ThunderClan camp, for who in their right mind would make a camp so close to a potentially (if the stories were to be believed) dangerous site?
WORDS: 723 TAGS: Yuno NOTES: we can say splashpool won just cuz she's a turbo cat. and yes, what a surprise for mudfish, the map says the tc camp is like, almost next to snakerocks. =w= |
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Post by Yuno on Aug 4, 2016 9:02:30 GMT
Splashpool
'splashpool, look! i think that might be where we wanna be!’ Splashpool's tail fluffed up with excitement as she looked as the clearing, panting slightly from the run throughout the forest, her eyes a light with excitement. Like as usual, she won. Her speed easily outdistancing Mudfish. She opened her mouth, sniffing the air. Her nose detected several faint scents wafting around which were completely unfamiliar to her, both of herbs and animals. "I think it's the snakes!" She exclaimed, completely ignoring the herb scent. She could ponder about that later. Right now, there were more important things in hand. "Can you smell it Mudfish? Its the adders." The way she said 'adders' ended up funny, with a kind of weird twist in her tongue.
She she-cat walked forward, out of the bushes confidently, without missing a beat, jumping right onto one of the rocks, before trying to peer down the cracks. "Oooh s-naakeees! Where are yoou?" She called, very loudly, right down the cracks of one of them, confidently placing her paw in it, before drawing it back out. 'Snakeeees!" There was nothing, no creature of the short answer her. "Come ooout!" There was still no answer.
And with that, the calico she-cat started to jump from rock to rock and peering into cracks, trying to find the adders that were the Thunderclan. legend. "See? No snakes." She told Mudfish while eyeing down another crack. "Those Thunderclan scums are lying bastards, there's no such things as adders at a--"
She was interrupted by a snarl, which nearly sent her tumbling down the rock that she was peering into. A pair of bright amber eyes peered out from the dark, before it was followed by a red snout and a fluffy tail. Foxes. A pair of them, a mother protecting her fox cub. "Oh hello." Splashpool said nervously, looking into the eyes of the big fox. "I am so sorry. Just trespassing." The she-cat took a tentative step back, her claws unsheathing defensively before jumping off the rock, the fox running at her heels. Of course! She managed to think numbly. Me and Mudfish are more than enough to drive it off.
The calico spun around, jumping on the lead fox's back, claws digging into pelt, teeth biting into scurf. "Mudfish!" She spat, between mouthfuls. "Heeelp!"
Redpaw
Redpaw shook his head in horror. He was sure that he could hear the yowls of another cat definitely not from his clan. The scent was fishy, with the tang of river in it, by snake rocks. The red tabby tom cat just happened to be trying to skip training again by lounging off near the rocks when the two foreign cats entered. What were they doing so far in Thunderclan territory? And why Snakerocks? Didn't they know that Snakerocks is dangerous? Another scent hit his nose, sending him reeling back. Fox!
He burst into the clearing just in time to watch a Riverclan calico she-cat jump onto the lead fox's back. There was another cat too, a brown one. His fur fluffed up. He could talk to them later, right now, he needed to send the foxes away! Redpaw sprinted towards the fox cub, slicing it on the nose with all his might. Blood dripped on the clearing as the fox cub wailed loudly in pain and anger sending its mother bucking wilder, Splashpool barely holding on for dear life.
Tags: MMNotes: Do not try this at home apprentices! Sticking paws into cracks at Snakerocks is bad. Very bad! |
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Post by MM on Aug 8, 2016 7:22:10 GMT
It was no surprise that Splashpool pulled ahead of Mudfish easily. The tom was always faster in the water than on land (as he keeps telling everyone every time he loses a race), and so drew up behind the she-cat with good grace, replying to her excited declaration of the land-fish with vigorous nodding. His mouth was occupied with scenting as well, trying to distinguish which from what. It didn’t seem to get any easier as they came right next to one of the flat rocks…in fact there was a frankly very unpleasant undertone of something he couldn’t quite place.“oooh s-naakeees! where are yoou?” Mudfish refocused and saw Splashpool already up and exploring on the rock, calling out for the snakes like the way he used to call fish up from the river (hint: it never worked). By StarClan did that look fun though, and Mudfish clambered up to one of the other rocks to have a go himself.
‘Come on, you land-fish, come on,’ his was a coaxing sort of murmur, but he still stuck snout into each nook he found because of the low tone he used. ‘Come and meet some new friends now…we’re not going to hurt you, oh no, StarClan no, we only want to be friends,’ And take your corpses back to camp, but you didn’t hear that from me,
Mudfish was a moderate distance away from Splashpool when she called over to him, complaining about ThunderClan’s fake stories. The moment she was cut off by an openly hostile noise, Mudfish whipped his head up from his current crevice, ears drawn up and tail kinked. ‘Splashpool?’ he called over carefully, and tensed his muscles when he saw the she-cat backing away from something then leaping off the rock entirely…and right behind her…
Exit, pursued by a fox, Mudfish thought wildly before bounding down his rock, watching as Splashpool managed onto the fox’s back and called for help. The tom’s brain raced for a course of action in the few seconds he had until he was in range to do something (When will my clanmates learn that my only real talent is swimming and literally nothing else?!), until he finally decided to just do what felt natural.
And that was to charge at the fox just as it reared up on its hindlegs in another of many attempts to throw Splashpool off. Mudfish barely registered the fox cub’s squeal that incited this action, but he certainly saw the opportunity. He swiped his naked foreclaws across the fox’s face and chest in one motion, snapping as he went, throwing all his weight behind him so that his momentum might press the fox to fall on its back. Mudfish just hoped that Splashpool would then be able to squirm out somehow and after all, anyone with their belly exposed was a prime target for anything.
Thankfully, the fox did indeed lose its balance and topple over, but Mudfish only had time to bite off a mouthful of rank fur and skin (from its neck) before it flipped him over its body with its hindlegs in turn. The fox’s claws were long and vicious, as Mudfish now discovered. The chocolate tom went tumbling to the side, nose, claws, and underbelly (from the retaliation) all bloodied. The smell of fox blood was sour and made Mudfish’s eyes water slightly. He just hoped that he had created enough of a chance for Splashpool to land the finishing blow, letting the fox know that it would do well to skedaddle.
Nevertheless, the tom got to his feet after a few moments and was about to go back into the fray should his clanmate require assistance before he heard something happening slightly behind them. Quickly turning around, Mudfish saw a smaller cat wrestling with a smaller fox. It certainly didn’t look like anyone he recognised, but all the same Mudfish had to do something, especially since the fox cub seemed to be why the larger fox was in such a rage. Hold the camp, Splashpool, I know you can.
Yelling as he ran towards them, Mudfish addressed the stranger: ‘Hey, hey just chase it off and this other one should follow it, yeah? Don’t hurt it anymore that you gotta otherwise we all might be meetin’ StarClan sooner than we should!’
WORDS: 719 TAGS: Yuno NOTES: it's hard to imagine normal fighting, much less cat fighting |
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