Post by ZeMoufette on Sept 2, 2009 14:46:36 GMT -8
Which Character?: Ashfoot
Give an RP post of them during the battle. How did they survive?:
The wind was blowing across the moor as the slim grey she-cat perched high at the top of the ridge. It was usually a spot she liked, the view was clear for miles around and the wind blew the sweet scent of grass and heather of the moor towards where you sat. Today though, the wind was tainted with a stench of blood and BloodClan. The faintest scream could be heard as well, battle yowls and shrieks of pain, carried towards their ears by the unforgiving wind. It blew from fourtrees, on its way, it had picked up the scent of death and no matter how much that scent bothered her, she could not bear to leave where she sat.
She sat anxiously on the ridge, glad for the company of her fellow queen Whitetail. She was grateful for the fact that she did not remain in the camp alone, it would have driven her crazy. She could tell the queen next to her felt the same fear she felt; their friends and clanmates were out in this battle. They could be dead by now for all they knew. It was hard for Ashfoot, maybe the hardest thing she'd ever done.
It was like hell for her, sitting on this ridge, isolated from the world. She closed her eyes, letting the tainted wind ruffle through her fur, the cold chill numbing her feelings a little. I can't believe I'm missing this. The resounding thought that kept cropping up no matter how much she tried to keep it out of her mind. The fact that she was stuck behind as an idle queen was almost more then she could bear. I want to protect my clan. I want to fight.
The wind was her essence, and as it blew around her, it was it that she concentrated on, trying to let it calm her. StarClan, give me strength to accept the things I cannot change, was her silent prayer, she wished it as hard as she could and hoped it would reach her warrior ancestors. Her warrior ancestors. She opened her eyes again, thinking of them once more as she waited on that ridge. StarClan will drive out the intruders, was what she repeated to herself now, trying to convince herself that everything would be alright. They wouldn't let us die.
She turned her concentration back to the horizon. Anxiously, she scanned the moor for any sign of movement. A low hill rose, blocking fourtrees from view, so she could not see the battle. The only hints she got that it was still going on were the soft yowls and shrieks she could barely hear, the mingled scent of LionClan and BloodClan, and the stench of newly spilled blood. Her eyes always out for movement, she continued to watch.
Then, the sight that she had been waiting for since dawn arrived. She noticed it out of the corner of her eyes, first one cat and then two, and more, until it seemed as if most of the cats in the forest were bounding over the low hill that shielded fourtrees from view. She sprang to her feet, staring down, trying to see whether her clanmates were the pursued or the pursuers. Whitetail did the same, they had both spotted the cats. Ashfoot started to recognize the cats as they came closer. Runningbrook. Mudclaw. They all came bounding over their familar territory. But as Ashfoot quickly realized, most of the cats were unknown to her. The vicious gleam in their eyes, their reinforced claws, all of it started to send a surge of adrenaline through Ashfoot's body.
"We have to go! Now!" she yowled as the cats bounded up the slope towards them. She took a bound into the air, feeling the blood rushing into her limbs. WindClan could easily outrun the intruders. But after a few paces, she held back. Her clanmates were injured. They were falling behind, starting to be overtaken by BloodClan. She leaped back, yowling loudly as a cat took hold of Whitetail. As Whitetail went limp, she thought she was too late, but she bounded on the BloodClan cat nevertheless. I am a warrior! I am not a useless nursing queen, she yelled proudly in her mind. As she raked him in the face, she glanced back, to her delight, Whitetail was still breathing. Her other clanmates were managing to break free, although many lay dead on the slopes and the trees. She looked around at the remaining cats, and realized that the scant handful of WindClanners could never fight off this increasing tide of BloodClan.
"Come on, we have to go!" sounded her panicked shriek. She bounded over to Whitetail and took her scruff, trying to haul her out of the reach of the BloodClanners. "Come on Whitetail, we are going to get out of this!" she yowled, sounding much braver. Webfoot bounded forward, and helped her with her unconscious friend. She bounded down the slope with the tom-cat and the other stragglers that had come back from fourtrees alive. So we are all that is left of WindClan,
Genotype:
BB - Black base
XX - Female, no red
dd - Diluted to grey
dmdm - No Dilution Modifier
ii - No Silver
Gg -No Gold carrying gold
wbwb - Silver Tabby
whwh - No All White
aa - No Tabby
tbts - Classic Tabby carrying spotted
CC - No Pointed
ss - No White Spotting
Ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee - Blue-Green Eyes
MM - Green eyed silver
oo - Blue eyed white
Ll - shorthair carrying longhair
Give an RP post of them during the battle. How did they survive?:
The wind was blowing across the moor as the slim grey she-cat perched high at the top of the ridge. It was usually a spot she liked, the view was clear for miles around and the wind blew the sweet scent of grass and heather of the moor towards where you sat. Today though, the wind was tainted with a stench of blood and BloodClan. The faintest scream could be heard as well, battle yowls and shrieks of pain, carried towards their ears by the unforgiving wind. It blew from fourtrees, on its way, it had picked up the scent of death and no matter how much that scent bothered her, she could not bear to leave where she sat.
She sat anxiously on the ridge, glad for the company of her fellow queen Whitetail. She was grateful for the fact that she did not remain in the camp alone, it would have driven her crazy. She could tell the queen next to her felt the same fear she felt; their friends and clanmates were out in this battle. They could be dead by now for all they knew. It was hard for Ashfoot, maybe the hardest thing she'd ever done.
It was like hell for her, sitting on this ridge, isolated from the world. She closed her eyes, letting the tainted wind ruffle through her fur, the cold chill numbing her feelings a little. I can't believe I'm missing this. The resounding thought that kept cropping up no matter how much she tried to keep it out of her mind. The fact that she was stuck behind as an idle queen was almost more then she could bear. I want to protect my clan. I want to fight.
The wind was her essence, and as it blew around her, it was it that she concentrated on, trying to let it calm her. StarClan, give me strength to accept the things I cannot change, was her silent prayer, she wished it as hard as she could and hoped it would reach her warrior ancestors. Her warrior ancestors. She opened her eyes again, thinking of them once more as she waited on that ridge. StarClan will drive out the intruders, was what she repeated to herself now, trying to convince herself that everything would be alright. They wouldn't let us die.
She turned her concentration back to the horizon. Anxiously, she scanned the moor for any sign of movement. A low hill rose, blocking fourtrees from view, so she could not see the battle. The only hints she got that it was still going on were the soft yowls and shrieks she could barely hear, the mingled scent of LionClan and BloodClan, and the stench of newly spilled blood. Her eyes always out for movement, she continued to watch.
Then, the sight that she had been waiting for since dawn arrived. She noticed it out of the corner of her eyes, first one cat and then two, and more, until it seemed as if most of the cats in the forest were bounding over the low hill that shielded fourtrees from view. She sprang to her feet, staring down, trying to see whether her clanmates were the pursued or the pursuers. Whitetail did the same, they had both spotted the cats. Ashfoot started to recognize the cats as they came closer. Runningbrook. Mudclaw. They all came bounding over their familar territory. But as Ashfoot quickly realized, most of the cats were unknown to her. The vicious gleam in their eyes, their reinforced claws, all of it started to send a surge of adrenaline through Ashfoot's body.
"We have to go! Now!" she yowled as the cats bounded up the slope towards them. She took a bound into the air, feeling the blood rushing into her limbs. WindClan could easily outrun the intruders. But after a few paces, she held back. Her clanmates were injured. They were falling behind, starting to be overtaken by BloodClan. She leaped back, yowling loudly as a cat took hold of Whitetail. As Whitetail went limp, she thought she was too late, but she bounded on the BloodClan cat nevertheless. I am a warrior! I am not a useless nursing queen, she yelled proudly in her mind. As she raked him in the face, she glanced back, to her delight, Whitetail was still breathing. Her other clanmates were managing to break free, although many lay dead on the slopes and the trees. She looked around at the remaining cats, and realized that the scant handful of WindClanners could never fight off this increasing tide of BloodClan.
"Come on, we have to go!" sounded her panicked shriek. She bounded over to Whitetail and took her scruff, trying to haul her out of the reach of the BloodClanners. "Come on Whitetail, we are going to get out of this!" she yowled, sounding much braver. Webfoot bounded forward, and helped her with her unconscious friend. She bounded down the slope with the tom-cat and the other stragglers that had come back from fourtrees alive. So we are all that is left of WindClan,
Genotype:
BB - Black base
XX - Female, no red
dd - Diluted to grey
dmdm - No Dilution Modifier
ii - No Silver
Gg -No Gold carrying gold
wbwb - Silver Tabby
whwh - No All White
aa - No Tabby
tbts - Classic Tabby carrying spotted
CC - No Pointed
ss - No White Spotting
Ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee - Blue-Green Eyes
MM - Green eyed silver
oo - Blue eyed white
Ll - shorthair carrying longhair
