Post by ṿεṉøṃ on Aug 10, 2009 4:37:27 GMT -8
OOC: Well. Just some random post. An invasion seemed fun...
Intro:
Ut diluculo propinquo sunlight engulfs silva...
He opened his eyes and blinked to adjust to the new morning light. It was dawn, dim light flooded into the GorgeClan warriors den. Oakstripe sat quietly unable to sleep. Al that was to be heard was the sound of the sleeping warriors around him in the den. Birds had not yet awakened to sing their morning songs. It seemed like it was going to be a good day today, since the sun was shining early. With that he quietly got up and stretched. Careful not to step on any cat. It appeared to be near dawn time since dim sunlight shone through the tall pines. But because of their height and how close together they were, it was pretty hard to tell. Sitting in the mouth of the warriors den, he heard a rustling sound in a nearby den. Just then, a small kit flew out of the nursery. It started mewling loudly and quick as lightning it's mother flew out of the brambles to fetch it and call it down. Oakstripe let out a mrrow of laughter as he thought back to his days as a kit in GorgeClan, without a care in the world. Of course now, being a warrior, he had many more responsibilities. Such as hunting and patrols. For a heart beat he almost wished he was a kit once again.
The moment passed quickly and soon he was brought back to the present world. For a few moments, he sat blankly and began to wonder why he had even came outside in the firstplace. He liked to watch the sunrise but yesterday had been a busy day and the night before all he had wanted to do was to curl up and sleep for about a moon or so. He considered going to go out and hunt for a little while, but it was LeafBare and that meant that prey would be harder to come by. Oakstripe began to turn to go back into the nice warm warriors den when he caught scent of something strange. He walked without a sound to the entrance of the camp and open his mouth slightly to scent the air again. The scent was still there and it was definitely was fresh, not doubt about it. He had to think for a moment and try and think of what it was. He hadscented it before, but only once long time ago. It wasn't a badger, fox or dog. Then as he scented more closely he realized something. For a moment, his blood seemed to stop flowing as it dawned on him what it was.
Main Post:
Run, run, run, as fast as you can! If you don't, you will die...
Oakstripe froze, horrified at what he had just scented. Suddenly he had a flashback, to the worst day of his life... (OOC: Navy is the flashback)
Warriors and apprentices poured out of the camp entrance and formed a defensive wall against the attackers. These cats, were not clan cats, they were huge in size. Many times bigger then the warriors of GorgeClan, or any cat he had ever seen for that matter. Dark black clouds covered the sky, to show that StarClan did not cause this and they did not like what they saw. Oakpaw tingled with excitement and fear at the same time. It was his first real battle ever! Even though fighting off bobcats would be a bloody task, it was still sort of exciting to be on the front lines of the GorgeClan defenses. Since he was six moons old, he had been chosen to go out with the other warriors to try and stop the bobcats from entering their camp. On one side stood Ragingstorm, his mentor and closest friend. On the other side stood Barkstripe, his father. His father looked so much like him, the only real difference was their eye color. The biggest bobcat stepped forward and spoke to the clan cats in a low twisted growl. "Run, run, run, as fast as you can! If you don't, you will die!" As he spoke, Oakpaw looked up at Ragingstorm for reassurance, but the blue-gray tom did not meet his gaze. Taking that as a sign, Oakpaw barred his teeth back in a snarl. GorgeClan would not go down without a fight.
¤ ¤ ¤
Oakstripe sat in his vigil and looked back on on the events from the previous day. It had been the worst of his life. His father, Barkstripe, had been killed saving GorgeClan from the bobcats. His mentor and many other cats from GorgeClan had been killed as well. He realized if RainClan had not come to the rescue, he might have died too. The only positive thing that came out of the battle was that he became a warrior the night after. He had been named Oakstripe, in honor of his father who gave his life defending the clan.
Oakstripe shook the terrible thought from his head. He peered over at the elder's den. "At least I still have Ragingstorm..." Suddenly he felt rage build up inside of him. If the bobcats were to come again, he would show them just how he felt about their kind killing his father all those moons ago. He ran full speed towards the leader's den. "I must warn Burntstar!"
Intro:
Ut diluculo propinquo sunlight engulfs silva...
He opened his eyes and blinked to adjust to the new morning light. It was dawn, dim light flooded into the GorgeClan warriors den. Oakstripe sat quietly unable to sleep. Al that was to be heard was the sound of the sleeping warriors around him in the den. Birds had not yet awakened to sing their morning songs. It seemed like it was going to be a good day today, since the sun was shining early. With that he quietly got up and stretched. Careful not to step on any cat. It appeared to be near dawn time since dim sunlight shone through the tall pines. But because of their height and how close together they were, it was pretty hard to tell. Sitting in the mouth of the warriors den, he heard a rustling sound in a nearby den. Just then, a small kit flew out of the nursery. It started mewling loudly and quick as lightning it's mother flew out of the brambles to fetch it and call it down. Oakstripe let out a mrrow of laughter as he thought back to his days as a kit in GorgeClan, without a care in the world. Of course now, being a warrior, he had many more responsibilities. Such as hunting and patrols. For a heart beat he almost wished he was a kit once again.
The moment passed quickly and soon he was brought back to the present world. For a few moments, he sat blankly and began to wonder why he had even came outside in the firstplace. He liked to watch the sunrise but yesterday had been a busy day and the night before all he had wanted to do was to curl up and sleep for about a moon or so. He considered going to go out and hunt for a little while, but it was LeafBare and that meant that prey would be harder to come by. Oakstripe began to turn to go back into the nice warm warriors den when he caught scent of something strange. He walked without a sound to the entrance of the camp and open his mouth slightly to scent the air again. The scent was still there and it was definitely was fresh, not doubt about it. He had to think for a moment and try and think of what it was. He hadscented it before, but only once long time ago. It wasn't a badger, fox or dog. Then as he scented more closely he realized something. For a moment, his blood seemed to stop flowing as it dawned on him what it was.
Main Post:
Run, run, run, as fast as you can! If you don't, you will die...
Oakstripe froze, horrified at what he had just scented. Suddenly he had a flashback, to the worst day of his life... (OOC: Navy is the flashback)
Warriors and apprentices poured out of the camp entrance and formed a defensive wall against the attackers. These cats, were not clan cats, they were huge in size. Many times bigger then the warriors of GorgeClan, or any cat he had ever seen for that matter. Dark black clouds covered the sky, to show that StarClan did not cause this and they did not like what they saw. Oakpaw tingled with excitement and fear at the same time. It was his first real battle ever! Even though fighting off bobcats would be a bloody task, it was still sort of exciting to be on the front lines of the GorgeClan defenses. Since he was six moons old, he had been chosen to go out with the other warriors to try and stop the bobcats from entering their camp. On one side stood Ragingstorm, his mentor and closest friend. On the other side stood Barkstripe, his father. His father looked so much like him, the only real difference was their eye color. The biggest bobcat stepped forward and spoke to the clan cats in a low twisted growl. "Run, run, run, as fast as you can! If you don't, you will die!" As he spoke, Oakpaw looked up at Ragingstorm for reassurance, but the blue-gray tom did not meet his gaze. Taking that as a sign, Oakpaw barred his teeth back in a snarl. GorgeClan would not go down without a fight.
¤ ¤ ¤
Oakstripe sat in his vigil and looked back on on the events from the previous day. It had been the worst of his life. His father, Barkstripe, had been killed saving GorgeClan from the bobcats. His mentor and many other cats from GorgeClan had been killed as well. He realized if RainClan had not come to the rescue, he might have died too. The only positive thing that came out of the battle was that he became a warrior the night after. He had been named Oakstripe, in honor of his father who gave his life defending the clan.
Oakstripe shook the terrible thought from his head. He peered over at the elder's den. "At least I still have Ragingstorm..." Suddenly he felt rage build up inside of him. If the bobcats were to come again, he would show them just how he felt about their kind killing his father all those moons ago. He ran full speed towards the leader's den. "I must warn Burntstar!"
