Post by LittlexRosco on Dec 9, 2009 19:25:44 GMT -8
Which Character?:
Mosspelt { RiverClan Queen}
Give an RP post of them during the battle. How did they survive?
The quake of pawsteps thundered on the ground at Fourtrees so many tail-lengths away. But the she-cat could still feel their impact like they were coming from right outside of RiverClan's camp. Their endless, cacophonous rhythm combined with the battle hungry and frightened hisses of the cats at Fourtrees to send an icy chill through her tortoiseshell fur. Their was so much terror and fear caused from the battle with BloodClan, and even though Mosspelt was left behind on her island home, she still felt scared and vulnerable.
But feelings of guilt swept through her she was not face-to-face with death like the rest of her Clanmates. She had no reason to feel fear. Not yet, anyway. And yet Mosspelt could not contain the fear she felt; but it wasn't for herself. It was fear for her friends. For her Clanmates. And fear for her family a glance at her stomach sent a fresh wave of uncertainty through her.
But also fear for her home and the homes of the other three Clans. Everything was riding on this battle. Everything.
Mosspelt desperately wished she could be there in the midst of battle, fighting beside her Clanmates Fighting beside Blackclaw for their home, life, and dignity. The queen's heart swelled with even more apprehension at the thought that she would never see her beloved mate again, and it pierced her like a spike driven through her heart. They had only recently admitted there love to each other, and the tortoiseshell wasn't ready to surrender him to StarClan. It seemed like the hundredth time that day, but Mosspelt sent up another plea to StarClan; praying her Clanmates would all return safely. But the comfort and relief that could be felt if they won would be unimaginable.
But that feeling would never be known, though, somewhere in Mosspelt's heart she sensed it was so. Blue eyes scanned the scenery, in search of any hope at all. What she saw was heart-stopping and reawakened that earlier thought. The trees were still and silent; looming with a dark and dead demeanor. Correspondingly ominously were the lifeless and overall missing sounds of the birds and woodland creatures. The whole scene stole her breathe. The air was crisp and bitter, as if it, too, knew the tragedies that were going on in the once sacred, but now perilous Fourtrees. For that one, brief, instant all was quiet. All was dead.
Then came the rapid sounds of retreat by paws way too small in number. Mosspelt sprang to her paws; who had not made it? What happened? Combined with those sickening, weary pawsteps was the terrified yowls that rang through the chilled air. A sound of defeat.
Quick! Everyone out! Mosspelt yelled out the call as she dashed through RiverClan's camp, slow-paced but efficient. Most all were at the battle but the two elders, Shadepelt and Loudbelly, had also stayed behind with her. She wasn't about to leave anyone behind. As the queen approached their den, the two were already shuffling out of their nests.
Mosspelt dropped between the two to assist them off of RiverClan's island. Their pace was slow and uneven, and she felt the urge to flee; ever aware of the BloodClan shrieks that sounded in the distance and loomed ever closer. Thankfully, though, a few cats came back to warn and help them and she sent Shadepelt and Loudbelly ahead with their fellow Clanmates. At first they insisted to assist her as well, but she said she could fare better by herself than two elders would be able to.
The tortoiseshell's pace was still slow, being she was weighted down by her kittens. And yet she felt no negativity to the increased weight that could cost her her life. It had always been a dream of hers to have kits, and right now, they meant the world to her. Because the life stirring in her belly insured that RiverClan would live on. And, in a more selfish aspect, but still all the more important; these kits were her and Blackclaw's. And right now, Mosspelt's love for that black tom, and the impossible hope that he was still alive, was the only thing that kept her going.
As she journeyed to HighStone's, her path was dangerously close to FourTrees, and Mosspelt could feel her pelt crawl with alarm and a silent panic. She could hear cats still rummaging around inside the four great oaks, and as much as she wanted to go and check if some of her Clanmates were still alive, she knew that was foolishly dangerous. So she continued on her seemingly endless trek to HighStones, always vigilant and fully aware danger lurked nearby.
Well, well! What do we have here? A voice taunted from behind Mosspelt, sending a cold shiver down her spine.
The she-cat whipped around ready to defend herself, but in a quick flash she was already pinned to the ground; long, sharp claws digging into her shoulders. Pain pierced through her shoulders and she struggled under her attacker's massive weight. A big, brown tom glared down into her frightened blue orbs with a cold, icy, green gaze.
How sad. Those worthless Clan cats left behind such a pretty she-cat? His tone was in no way sympathetic; she could tell he still meant to kill her by the way his eyes were glazed with a savage and deranged thirst for blood. And the way his teeth still glistened with that same scarlet liquid, made Mosspelt cringe in fear. Which Clan cat had already fallen to this merciless BloodClanner?
His malicious gaze traveled to her swollen belly, and Mosspelt couldn't hold back a snarl of warning. It was amazing the strength of a mothers protective nature for her kits, but the tom was not wavered. Well aren't you the brave one? Pinned down by your enemy and you growl at him? Tsk tsk. Your life is in my paws now, darling.
A hefty paw raised in the air, claws sliding out threateningly and without any remorse, swung down across the side of her head; leaving five fresh claw marks down her cheek. Mosspelt tried to maintain a brave and unwavering outlook but couldn’t control it; a yelp of pain unwillingly escaped her mouth. The BloodClan cat looked pleased at her submit of pain, Sadly though, BloodClan has no need for you or your kind. You must all die.
So is this the end? The thought crossed her mind, and her heart swelled with unbearable pain and wonder. Are the Clans no more? The queen had wished her kits could have at least been able to live, see, and experience all the benefits and wonders of following a Warriors path now was that dream lost forever? And what about Blackclaw? Is he still alive? Did he escape? Or has StarClan welcomed him amongst their ranks already? The oppressive thought provoked tears to her eyes, glazing over her blue orbs, blurring her vision.
Mosspelt felt anger, fear, loneliness, confusion and many other emotions flow through her body like a raging river: Swift, strong, uncontrollable. The queen turned, blinking away the tears to glare defiantly at the brown tom, Some of us may be gone, but never shall our spirits die. You think you have killed the Clans, but we will never die because we are united through StarClan and we will live on as long as there is one to keep our ways alive. You can never kill us. The tortoiseshell spat and watched with a feeling of satisfaction as his expression change from dominance to shock, his claws sinking deeper into her shoulders, and yet she continued on, But I can't say the same for you cowardous, cold-hearted, empty, BloodClan cats. You don't even deserve to be called a Clan. The queen spat, eyes blazing like a cold, blue fire, the hottest and most dangerous type.
You ungrateful, worthless cat! It seems to me that you don't deserve to live! His eyes blazed with fury and his paw lifted off her shoulder and pressed into her throat, pushing down hard - blocking off her air. She could feel her head getting light as she struggled to breathe and her willpower to live begin to fade. Mosspelt could still see the BloodClan cats other paw raise in the air, claws unsheathing, ready for a death blow.
It looks like this is the end.
Please, Blackclaw, wait for me.
((Is it alright that I left it like a cliffhanger so we can pick it back up when Roleplay starts? =3))
