Post by ZeMoufette on Nov 30, 2009 15:12:57 GMT -8
Which Character?: Speckletail of ThunderClan
Give an RP post of them during the battle. How did they survive?
The pale tabby she-cat was huddled in the camp, along with the rest of the remainder of ThunderClan. Willowpelt, the beautiful queen, with her three kits huddled around her, One-eye, the oldest cat in ThunderClan, Smallear and Dappletail, both wise elders. She watched, sadly as the kits huddled near to their mother, having given up their play. Even though they were so young, they seemed to have realized the importance of the situation.
The vigil had begun in their seperate dens, the youngest members of ThunderClan tucked away safely in the nursery, and the oldest in their den, huddled together, trying to relax and reassure themselves, but after a time they realized they couldn't take it anymore. They left the den to sit in the middle of the camp, and soon, the queen had joined them. They sat silently, hoping and praying to StarClan that their warriors would win this battle.
Speckletail sat near Willowpelt, watching the mother reassure her kits. It was good, she thought, to see her clanmates taking care of one another, especially in a time like this. It was good to have another look around the camp, another look at ThunderClan how it should be. Just in case ThunderClan never was again.
The noise that echoed through the dense bracken of the ThunderClan woods next was a horrific one. It was a soft sound at first, just enough to make Speckletail prick her ears, but as it grew louder, the distinct sound of wails of terror and pain could be distinguished. The worst part was that she recognized the yowls. They were coming from her friends, her clanmates.
A surge of pride and energy rushed through her aging self. "Come on," she yowled to the others "We have to leave. It's over!" She moved forward quickly to where Willowpelt sat, a cold look of determination and fear in her eyes. She picked up Sootkit between her jaws, lightly. Speckletail grabbed the young tortie female and bundled her up quickly.
Firestar had left her in charge of the camp, and by StarClan, she was going to do a good job of it! She would get the remnants of ThunderClan out of here safely if it killed her! The other young kit scrambled along beside them as they hurried out of the camp, scrambling through the woods, anyway they could go. One-eye and Dappletail we lagging far behind, their old bones not able to keep up.
The young queen looked back at them, worried. Speckletail had been about to say something when Dappletail called out to her, voicing her exact thoughts. "We'll be fine Willowtail, we had a good life. You need to protect your kits. Go!" he yelled in his creaking voice. The queen hurried on, nodding to herself. Speckletail was glad. It was then that the yowls were catching up. Speckletail looked behind her to see a vicious thin black tom pouncing on One-eye. In a flash, he was dead, is neck broken. Speckletail turned and ran as fast as her old bones could go.
A ginger flash bounded past her, blood streaming down her pale coat, it was Sandstorm. In a moment, she scooped up Rainkit, and they pelted away. But they were not fast enough. With a loud squeal, Willowpelt was ripped backwards, she dropped Sootkit, who stared at her with wide eyes. "Go!" she screamed, as she turned around to face the attacker who had grabbed hold of her hindquaters and was pelting her with his claws.
Blood flew, and the small grey kit was scooped up by a BloodClanner. The pale queen never caught up with them.
Give an RP post of them during the battle. How did they survive?
The pale tabby she-cat was huddled in the camp, along with the rest of the remainder of ThunderClan. Willowpelt, the beautiful queen, with her three kits huddled around her, One-eye, the oldest cat in ThunderClan, Smallear and Dappletail, both wise elders. She watched, sadly as the kits huddled near to their mother, having given up their play. Even though they were so young, they seemed to have realized the importance of the situation.
The vigil had begun in their seperate dens, the youngest members of ThunderClan tucked away safely in the nursery, and the oldest in their den, huddled together, trying to relax and reassure themselves, but after a time they realized they couldn't take it anymore. They left the den to sit in the middle of the camp, and soon, the queen had joined them. They sat silently, hoping and praying to StarClan that their warriors would win this battle.
Speckletail sat near Willowpelt, watching the mother reassure her kits. It was good, she thought, to see her clanmates taking care of one another, especially in a time like this. It was good to have another look around the camp, another look at ThunderClan how it should be. Just in case ThunderClan never was again.
The noise that echoed through the dense bracken of the ThunderClan woods next was a horrific one. It was a soft sound at first, just enough to make Speckletail prick her ears, but as it grew louder, the distinct sound of wails of terror and pain could be distinguished. The worst part was that she recognized the yowls. They were coming from her friends, her clanmates.
A surge of pride and energy rushed through her aging self. "Come on," she yowled to the others "We have to leave. It's over!" She moved forward quickly to where Willowpelt sat, a cold look of determination and fear in her eyes. She picked up Sootkit between her jaws, lightly. Speckletail grabbed the young tortie female and bundled her up quickly.
Firestar had left her in charge of the camp, and by StarClan, she was going to do a good job of it! She would get the remnants of ThunderClan out of here safely if it killed her! The other young kit scrambled along beside them as they hurried out of the camp, scrambling through the woods, anyway they could go. One-eye and Dappletail we lagging far behind, their old bones not able to keep up.
The young queen looked back at them, worried. Speckletail had been about to say something when Dappletail called out to her, voicing her exact thoughts. "We'll be fine Willowtail, we had a good life. You need to protect your kits. Go!" he yelled in his creaking voice. The queen hurried on, nodding to herself. Speckletail was glad. It was then that the yowls were catching up. Speckletail looked behind her to see a vicious thin black tom pouncing on One-eye. In a flash, he was dead, is neck broken. Speckletail turned and ran as fast as her old bones could go.
A ginger flash bounded past her, blood streaming down her pale coat, it was Sandstorm. In a moment, she scooped up Rainkit, and they pelted away. But they were not fast enough. With a loud squeal, Willowpelt was ripped backwards, she dropped Sootkit, who stared at her with wide eyes. "Go!" she screamed, as she turned around to face the attacker who had grabbed hold of her hindquaters and was pelting her with his claws.
Blood flew, and the small grey kit was scooped up by a BloodClanner. The pale queen never caught up with them.
