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HERBS/PREY With clans overhunting and the cold beginning to set in, prey grows scarce | With most growing seasons ended, herbs are now very limited and rare
CLIMATE Days have begun to cool, carrying a brisk chill and the subtle threat of early snow
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7.14.16 // Congratulations to Rabbitclaw for his promotion to ShadowClan deputy! Also, don't forget to post in the Activity Check!
6.15.16 // A bunch of lovely cosmetic updates to the site have been made (just look at those snazzy side-tables) and the WC has been lowered, for practical reasons, to 150. We also would love to welcome Stormhawk (void) as WindClan's new deputy!
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5.25.16 // A big ol' CONGRATS to Cuckoopoppy, ShadowClan's medicine cat! He's a scruffy old fellow who sees a few more omens then normal (and perhaps a few curses) but I'm sure we'll all love him and his antics! Reminder that the SC and WC deputy positions are still available for audition!
5.15.16 // The May activity check has come to a close! A big thank you to everyone who participated! Unfortunately, the ShadowClan medicine cat rank is now open as well. The deadline for this rank, and the others available, is indefinite- so if you want it, go for it!
5.7.16 // Our first activity check is underway, and a new announcement has been posted! The new season is leaffall, and everyone should remember to age any characters made prior to 5/1/16 up two moons! Remember that two deputy positions and the guard position are still ripe for the taking.
5.7.16 // Did you know 99 Love Baloons is actually a song about the apopcalypse? Who knew!
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the ruler 'n the killer bby (open2all, Mangle)
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Post by battle on May 19, 2016 22:54:25 GMT -6
the ruler and the killer baby
Of all the places to go, of all the cats to send, he chose here and them? Battle perfectly understood the reason, she understood the temptation- Catnip would be dead soon with the air chilling and the nights as cold as they were- but couldn't he just send some lesser cat to do it?
She was throwing more of a tantrum then actually protested as she followed the ginger tom, her paws dragging in the tufted grasses of the garden they were walking through. She could hear the constant sharp yaps of a dog in the nearest nest, could hear the scratches of it's paws on the clear ice that kept it from charging them. Faintly she could scent another cat, a neutered tom who'd been through here hours ago, and even fainter then that, the scent of an unneutered tom. She wondered, momentarily, if they'd run into eachother.
But then her mind was snapped back to the present. Battle's broad, tattered ears perk forward and her wide green eyes fix on the Ruler's striped fur. "What if we run into the other groups?" She whined out, whiskers drooping as she bounded ahead.
Powerful long legs coiled under her to launch her lithe shape upwards, claws scrabbling to grab hold of the slick picket fence she'd jumped to. She just barely managed to get a grip, hauling herself up to balance precariously at the top. She swayed back and forth with the movement of each hair on her body, head tilting down to watch the tom. "Slowpoke." She jested after a moment.
Her gaze drifted then to the forest. Birds preparing to leave gathered in bunches in the great oak trees, and she could spot a squirrel fighting with a jay off in the bushes. Already the thunder-cat scent was almost completely gone, the border now far more natural, less disgusting. It would be a blessing when the smell was completely, completely swiped away- the forest totally empty save for their own.
Cracking her jaws she let the crisp morning air drift through her mouth, but Battle was unable to tell if any other Alliance cats had wandered through. Perhaps the scents of the other two unknowns had covered them, or the morning dew that had dampened her legs had also covered up their smells. Either was possible.
After a moment of waiting and letting the low sun brush her pelt, she leaped back down, this time on the forested side of the garden- paws hitting the ground with a heavy thud and a low grunt escaping her as she straightened up.
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Post by mangle on May 21, 2016 20:05:47 GMT -6
the ruler 'n the killer baby
He couldn't risk anyone stealing it. He could just imagine some stupid, slimey, scummy lower-cat snapping it up. Perhaps not on purpose, but rather, because they lacked the strong will and constitution needed to resist such temptations. Even the thought of catnip, with it's relaxing aftertaste and the delicious flavor, brought a fresh wave of drool to his mouth.
And of course, Mangle would be found nowhere without the company of one of his guards. This morning, it'd been Battle who'd been able to accompany him. Just incase any rogues would be around, just incase some stupid lower-cat group would be following them. Him and her together could take any foe, any opposition- it'd be forced to submit to them. So, of course, as he walked, he carried himself with utmost pride. His head was high, his tail fish-hooked over his back, burning gaze following Battle's longlegged form.
She bounced beside him and then bolting ahead, his whiskers giving a quiver. "The lesser-cats would have told us if they were taking their land back." He chided, ears flicking back for a moment- though they perked back up as she leaped up onto the fence. Pah.
"Shut up." He hissed up at her, baring his teeth before he turned to walk along the fence. No, see- Catnip was up ahead, in one of the gardens. Not outside. Why she felt the need to go out there he didn't even know- to form a buffer? Maybe. Trotting along, he dipped under the hole in one fence and emerged in the next.
He took in the new surroundings- the lavender flowers on a short shrub and the wilting garden plants across the way. The fresh smell of kittypet was terrible and clogged his nose, bringing a hiss from the tom before he set off towards the patch of wilted plants. "See anything out there?" Came the rumbling call as he peered outside through a gap in the fenceboards, looking for any sign of his guard.
I bring you pain, the kind you can't suffer quietly. fire up your brain, remind me inside you're rioting and society is slipping. everything's slipping away. battle @anyone nette of gs
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Post by battle on May 26, 2016 7:22:53 GMT -6
the ruler and the killer baby
Mangle's scathing voice carried through the fence, and Battle bit back a snicker. She hopped along, peeking through the gaps in the fence before gathering herself and leaping back up. This time she was less successful, claws scrambling for purchase before she ended up half hanging from the top by her fore-claws. Battle dropped back down with a yelp, tail lashing in agitation before she tried again.
Perched at the top, she sauntered along the fence, letting her gaze examine the garden the Ruler was inspecting- and then moving on to the next. A yappy, tiny dog was there, losing it's head at the sight of her. If she didn't have a job to do, she'd totally have just harassed the poor thing. For funsies.
Turning back, she hopped to the garden Mangle was in, jumping down and twitching her whiskers as the short, cropped grass met her paws. It was short and pleasant to the touch, and her tail quivered.
"Do I get some?" She asked with a tilt of her head, plodding forward to pause at the edge of the patch of wilted plants. The mouth-watering scent seeped into her muzzle, slathering over her tongue. Ooh man, how she wanted just one nibble. "Or is it all yours?"
Part of her expected him to just hoard it all. She wouldn't be surprised- but as a guard, didn't she get some share of the luxury, too?
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Post by mangle on May 30, 2016 18:09:48 GMT -6
the ruler 'n the killer baby
There wasn't half a moment of pause as her voice reached his broad ears. "Of course it's all mine," The tom purred, shouldering forward to roughly try to push the she-cat away- though a toothy grin flashed in her direction gave away his thoughts. He was merely jesting, pulling her tail, yanking her whiskers- you know, all that. "I'll share it, you just need to be very, very careful when you eat any," The feline warned, tail hooking over his back.
Leaning forward, he sniffed at the brittle and withered stalks. He could smell something sour and something bitter at the very front of the patch, almost, almost covering the savory scent of catnip- almost. Stepping past those, dead leaves crunched under his paws and his burning eyes widened in delight at the sight of the leafy plants.
Tongue sticking out, the oh-so-tough,brutal Ruler found drops of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as he nipped away at the stems. He used one paw to gather them onto a small pile, and then take them in his mouth. Quickly backing up, he sat at the edge of the patch and flicked a tail towards the remaining plants. He couldn't carry all of it, and he wasn't leaving any for any 'ol strays to come by and take. Besides, Battle and the other guard would need some too.
There he waited, curling his tails over his paws and fighting off the urge to chow down on his mouthful. The temptation was strong,but Mangle was a strong-willed cat, tense and smart. He could deal with it.
I bring you pain, the kind you can't suffer quietly. fire up your brain, remind me inside you're rioting and society is slipping. everything's slipping away. battle @anyone nette of gs
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Post by battle on Jun 2, 2016 20:33:26 GMT -6
the ruler and the killer baby
"Of course." Battle mewed back, tone dry and free of her prior jest. Did he think she was stupid? It'd take one stupid cat to gulp down a belly of catnip while in the public eye. That'd be just inviting crow status to descend, and it definitely was nothing she planned on doing.
Waiting patiently at the end of the patch, her paws shuffled and tail flicked irrately. She could still smell whatever cat had come through here prior, but the scent was fading. The sun was higher, lighting on her bicolor pelt with a pleasant, warm light- drawing a purr from her throat.
She started when his voice met her ears again, or- more like- he came to join her, his mouth was too full to speak. Pushing herself to her paws, the long-legged she-cat stepped forward onto the patch. She leaned to take several big mouthfuls of catnip, nibbling down part of one leaf and then gathering the rest up. With a gleeful hop she jumped from the patch, coming to rest next to him.
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