ROLLED A 1. NICE KNOWIN YA!
[ Wolfhive is NO LONGER IN ACTION. ]
Luck wasn't in Wolfhive's cards today.
The fisher did the opposite of what he hoped - instead of falling, it launched itself away and tore itself from his grasp in the process. The unexpected force unbalanced him, and he couldn't recover in time -- he lost his grip. "Dung!" A simple curse was all he could utter as he wildly grabbed at the trunk, his claws sliding uselessly against the bark without getting hold. A piece of bark chipped beneath his claws, a testament to how sheerly unfortunate this was.
.. and his eyes could only widen when he saw where he was headed. Most trees, you were greeted by the ground - but Wolfhive was staring into the abyss. A void of nothing, the empty pit that'd killed before and it seemed to be gunning for him. The yowl that escaped him felt like it came from some other source, like it wasn't him, and Wolfhive continued to thrash - trying to grab hold of something, anything, to stop the fall.
It took mere seconds for him to be within the mouth of the sinkhole, leaving little chance for recovery. The world was a blur as he tried to grab hold of the sides, finding purchase in any nook, root, cranny -- anything, but it crumbled.
Was this the end? Wolfhive had faced death a few times in his life, but nothing felt quite as dire as falling in the void.
And then the world faded to black as the sinkhole consumed him.
[ ROLLED A 1. Guess that luck didn't last too long. ]
Despite the grip Bumblestar had on this thing, it still managed to surge forward. She might have been able to hang on if it weren't for the sight of her son tumbling from his spot on the old willow tree.
"Wolfhive!" His name slipped, panicked, from her jaws before she could stop it, and she released her hold on the beast's leg to lunge for him instead. Her paws were moments too late, and her momentum pushed her too far, and in a split second, her claws lost purchase in the wood as the beast's weight shook the trunk.
She went falling through air after him. The fisher's enraged snarls above were drowned out by her heart pounding in her ears. One cat had already died falling here. If the same happened to Wolfhive, she would lose him for good. She didn't have another life to give, not after Violetfreckle.
The world blurred around her and then plunged into darkness, tearing her voice away as she vanished right after him. Please, don't make me mourn him today.
(technically not my turn but it's in line with wolf)
EggBite gasped as both BumbleStar and WolfHive slipped over the edge, but didn't let it distract her from the fisher. She would look for them afterwards.
A desperate cry emerged from her throat, so load and hoarse that it felt ragged. For so long, too long, she stared at the place where Wolfhive and Bumblestar had disappeared. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning everything else out. She stood shock still, unable to move or breathe or think. It felt like moons, seasons she was standing there, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. In reality it was only a pawful of moments in between that and her deciding to go after them.
Paws thrummed against the ground. They were hurt, she wasn't. She needed to help. They'd both fallen in, StarClan above she couldn't lose two cats in one day. She wouldn't even lose one. Teeth gritted as she ran faster than she ever had and leaped into the sinkhole, ready to dig and grab and pull and do what she could. Neither Wolfhive nor Bumblestar would lose their lives today; Violetfreckle swore it. Darkness consumed her, too.
// Violetfreckle has rolled an 83. Though I fear I'm not sure if it matters @Starfall \\
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there's courage in being terrified, but still going forward.
WORLDWEAVER T3 AND SPIRITUAL ENCOUNTER 1/2 ACTIVATED
CINDERSKY
she/her | former thunderclan leader | starclan spirit
Almost immediately following her single spoken word a large lightning bolt zipped down from the sky. Its pace was fast and unfaltering, heading straight for the area. It zipped past the fisher and struck the willow tree. Loud creaking and groaning could be heard as the base seemed to uproot. Slowly but surely the tree started to tip, unnoticeable at first and then falling faster, gravity sinking it to the ground as it headed right for the -
Thud.
Without much time to do anything the willow tree came down hard onto the fisher, its large trunk crushing any chance of a happy life for the beast in the Pit.
...A single figure, an outline really, stood near the fallen tree. Piercing eyes stared at the dead creature, a furrowed expression as the silver-furred bengal she-cat gave a shake of her head. She then lifted her gaze and Cindersky looked out to the cats of her home, a worried expression searching for the return of Bumblestar, Wolfhive, and Violetfreckle. She didn't know how long she had, and she knew Jaystride had saved them - but she wanted to see them with her own eyes.
[ @Starfall - ding ding one order of crispy lightning bolt ready for you ]
[ open to anyone noticing cindersky (formerly cinderstar) - very faint outline though and some might not remember her since it's been a hot second since she was alive (september '22!) ]
Dusk had begun to fall when the massive rogue left the city and headed towards the clans again. She would attempt once more to poke out from information out of a clancat if she managed to, since the only one she had talked to so far had been... less than eager to talk about things. Oh well, she had time. It wasn't like she was planning on sending any of her kits to a clan quite yet anyways, all of them still needed plenty of training to make she they would to at least some degree outshine their new peers. Serpent would need to learn to stand out more, Dragon to be more focused, and Wyvern... well Corvin was still unsure about her last kit, but it'd be all sorted out. In the meantime, she would just need to gain a deeper understanding of the clans and how they worked.
Steady steps brought the dark-furred molly towards the Thunderclan this time since she didn't want to only lurk around one clan - it would risk causing enough of a disturbance for word of mouth about a large outsider stalking around the edge of the territory asking too many questions, and that would lead to rumours, which would only hurt her kit's chances.
So the Thunderclan this time. The forest was different compared to the Shadowclan, with many more leaftrees and not as many spruces and pines. It could suit someone like Wyvern whose peltcolor wasn't as well suited for darker surroundings, but the shades of brown might be better for an environment like this.
She had walked for a bit, waiting for the scent markings to hit her like a wall the same way they had when she got close to the Shadowclan, that may she'd know when to spot and wait, or at least not go any further, but she walked deeper and deeper into the forest without the scent being super strong. Then she suddenly stood at the edge of... some kind of bramblebush. Expect that it looked nothing like the other bushes that she'd come across, and while some parts were certainly alive, many also looked like they had been placed there and woven into each other.
Hawkcatcher
It wasn't the first time she slipped out of the camp when dusk began to settle over the forest, and nor would it be the last. Because something in the cool atmosphere, unusual stillness, and dim light of the setting sun had always called to Hawkcatcher, the same the starry skies, evenings light up fireflies, and very early mornings by the serene and crystal-blank surface of some body of water seemed to have possessed an otherworldly ability to draw her in ever since she first set her paws outside of camp.
Now make no mistake, Hawkcatcher loved her clan more than she love life itself, and she had many times wondered when then urged her to step out of the camp at these enchanted hours, but nevertheless, they did.
She never thought too much about where she roamed or where her thoughts wandered, but this time her paws gradually brought her towards the former camp. Not a location she visited much lately, but no matter. Expect that yes there was. Because already when the warrior got within proximity of the landmark, something began to feel... off. She couldn't place her paw on it, but slowly the stillness of the evening began to feel less and less like the absence of trouble... and more like the silence right before a mouse realizes it is being stalked.
Then the scent hit her.
A rogue was here.
Hawkcatcher was currently alone, but she was a formidable fighter and couldn't sense more than one cat on the other side of the former camp, so she should be able to handle this without issue. Even then, the warrior preferred not having to fight unless it actually was required - the healthier she was when it came to attacking Riverclan, the better in her mind.
She decided to rely on the element of impression and intimidation, and so began to slowly stalk around the brambles of the former camp, doing her best to blend in with the foliage and plants around her, until she was close as close as she could get without risking being spotted, which was about a few fox lengths away, and took a leap out. She had already unsheathed her claws and her face wore the usual stern expression, if this time a bit more intimidating. "This is Thunderclan territory. You're not welcome here." That and the visible claws should do the trick.
Corvin
The darkfurred molly began to carefully sniff around the brambles. It definitely seemed like it could have been used for some kind off... point of defence maybe? But if it had been used for that purpose, it had since long been abandoned. She could make out the clear scent of a few rodents, and briefly, the thought crossed her mind that someone could have tried to trap a few and breed them as humans did with their foodsorces, but that wasn't realistic, it would require far too much management.
She had been somewhat focused on her inspection that the feline coming closer from the other side had almost gone unnoticed by her. Almost. Corvin was still born and raised a streetcat, and you got nowhere in the city unless you learned to never stop keeping and eye, ear, whisker, or all three on your surroundings. So she stood ready to meet the other cat.
But for whatever reason, she wasn't immediately jumped like she had expected. Not even a warning scratched. Ok, this was not a great situation, but maybe Corvin could calm it down just enough to get them talking. "Oh, I wasn't intending to trespass, the scentmarks must have passed me by." Nice and polite. "I just stumbled upon... this is a former camp i assume?
Hawkcatcher
It bothered her more than it should that the outsider wasn't flinching more when she lunged out from her hiding place, but when glancing over the rogue, she got the sense this one was a tad bit more experienced than the rogues and loners Hawkcatcher usually had to get out of their territory. They were large but what mainly caught her eye were the myriad of scars that adorned the rogue's body. Getting them away from here might be trickier if this wasn't their first time about.
Amber eyes narrowed to slits of faintly glowing suspicion as the trespasser began to run their mouth. She took a slow step forward and let out a low growl. [Mind Reader active] Just stumbled upon the camp? Just looking around for fun? No, this cat was off, and from Hawkcatcher's experience, she could tell you she wasn't often wrong when she got the feeling that someone was lying.
"Leave." Her voice was a low his as he leapt forward, reaching out to rake her claws over the rogue's cheek.
[Corvin rolled 1, Hawkcatcher roll 13] It seemed that a part of the rogue had seen the attack coming, because they quickly ducked back, avoiding her initial hit. Ok, they were used to this, but this also wasn't Hawkcatcher's first fight and the swipe was accompanied by a hit from her other paw, which the rogue hadn't seen coming, and the warrior felt a small spark of satisfaction as her claws swiped over the trespasser's shoulder.
[Corvin rolled 8, Hawkcatcher roll 2] She had expected that to do the trick, hopefully sending them running, but when they didn't, she took a step closer. And still, the rogue didn't flee. The warrior raised a paw to try and block an oncoming swipe, but despite the rogue's size, they were quick, and Hawkcatcher snarled as a couple of claws flew over her upper front leg.
[Corvin rolled 14, Hawkcatcher roll 11] She struck out again, this time ducking a bit lower to attempt and bury her teeth into the rogue, by they quickly jerked out of the way again. [Corvin rolled 16, Hawkcatcher roll 12] She went for the shoulder with her claws, and they blocked it [12, 18] but just as they raised their paw to do so, Hawkcatcher shot forward, aiming to bite the leg, and this time, it was a hit. Large teeth sunk into the flesh, a taste of blood flooding her tastebuds. And then, just as she expected, the rogue stumbled before instinctively trying to jerk away their leg. Just as they did, Hawkcatcher yanked her head to the side while still holding onto the leg and turning her head. Her reward?
A satisfying 'snap'.
Immediately when hearing that, Hawkcatcher let go and drew back to avoid any retaliating hits, but a slight grin drew over her mawn as she watched the rogue stumble back, now with a broken leg, and flee back into the outskirts.
[Red's Group Fight Team 2 Hp Lower] Redhawk @taillow , Sproutfleck @blxze. , Moonmaul (NPC/Starfall) , Sunleap @Katiethewolfchild
It all happened so fast. That thing wasquick. Quicker than he could keep up with. A grimace from the tom as he just barely missed getting nicked by the beast, a hiss when it landed a hit on Badgerear. Although thankfully it seemed to wobble a little, the damage minimal on his patrol member.
Just as he was going to shout an order, he watched as Wolfhive and Bumblestar both fell into the hole. Realizing a little too late that it had knocked them off of it as soon as it leapt towards his Patrol. Paws digging into the ground as he full on sprinted towards the hole in the earth, as well as the beast itself. Panic overtaking him, he needed to get there. He had to get there. Grab them both before they fell to their doom.
Another strike of panic overcoming him as he watched a certain idiot also chuck herself into a hole. He'll never understand love like that. Now he had three idiots to save and he had only so many paws. At this point he was contemplating who he should let fall. Definitely not Bumblestar, he needed her to be the social barrier for him, but if Wolfhive fell she would be snippy and probably rather angry. That and the kit did pretty well for his age. But he also couldn't let Violetfreckle fall either, seeing as how he was almost positive those two had a thing going. He didn't want a sad Leader either. Both were a hassle.
Before he could even register the fact that the Fisher was launching itself across the hole, a flash of light cracked across the sky. In instinct he skid to a stop and crouched down. Within seconds a loud thundering boom followed suit, followed by the crackling of the Willow tree that drowned out The Beast's own ear piercing scream of pain. Both the Beast and the tree falling into the hole.
The thing he hated the most out of all of this? The fact that they got saved by her. A tight lipped frown as his brows furrowed, glaring at the molly. He should swallow his pride, the rest of them were alive due to her. Maybe she'd even saved the three dolts that fell into the hole. Hopefully...But he still hated it. Bile rising in his throat. Of all the dead cats that his Clan worshiped, why her.
Taking a moment to compose himself, Spiderthroat rose from his crouch, making his way towards the hole. Surely enough, that thing was dead. Scorched. It smelled awful. Pungent burnt hair smell as it's mouth hung open. Most of the damage, thankfully, hidden by the tree. Maybe that thing was safe to eat? It just looked like a giant weasel. A few steps taken back as he began to clear his throat.
"It's dead." he bellowed. Although they couldn't celebrate yet. "Mudhound. You'll be stickin with me we're off to find your idiot sister. She's too stubborn to die, I'm mainly worried about the other two." he ordered. His gaze sweeping across the group of cats. "Redhawk, take the rest of them back to camp. Don't announce nothin yet...she'll say somethin when she gets there. Don't let them get barreled over an make sure you al get rest before anythin."
With that. Spiderthroat made his way somewhat towards WindClan. He'd heard talk of them having Tunnels so surely that's where the lot ended up. Probably.
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The waves that crashed upon
The rocks that you were trying to walk along
And in my head I heard them play a song
For you and me
Let's get lost at sea
Where they will never find us
Got stars at night to guide us
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 35 Moons
Bilingual T2 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Beefed up T3
Wow that whole thing was a mess! First it was an uphill battle against a creature that was doing a lotta damage, then cats were going missing and not pulling their weight, then some were getting hurt (and boy was the tripod steaming over Redhawks injuries), then Bumble-sis and woofie went in the hole, and THEN. FINALLY. The beast died. By a lightning strike of all things.
A part of the tripod was mad they didnt get to be the one to kill it for all it did, but the other parts were mainly worried about their sunset-bird and kin. With a nod to Spiderthroat, an indication the hornet heard and would join in just a moment.
In the meantime the maine coon mix was busy nuzzling Redhawk all over, checking to make sure her injuries werent too bad making little worried mrrps and makeing sure "You ok? You got hit hard back there, Im glad that thing is dead, horrible beast. Take care of yourself with the group ok? We can meet up after, I need some snuggles after this." Aaaaaaaand then proceeded to probably break the other hornets brain. By planting a large smooch on Redhawks nose, complete with a cheek on cheek nuzzle before they padded off to join Spiderthroat with a "See you soon Sunset-bird!"
Passing a (probably) disgusted Spiderthroat the tripod peered over the edge of the sinkhole, looking at how the fallen tree formed a kinda ramp into the dark and the corpse of the fisher. "Soooooo we going down there ourself or do we have another plan Spider-dude?"
Sprouts leaps backwards as the tree falls atop the mighty beast and freezes. Unmoving. Just staring. Silently, he waited for a noise to break the nothingness that seemed louder than any scream. Nothing. His eyes were burning. He wasn't crying. Oh, he forgot to blink. But how could he blink? That was death, surely. They were dead. But the only death scent came from the fisher. Which means they were-- hopefully--
Alive.
Finally, Spiderdep's voice broke the silence, and he blinked his burning eyes. Uncontrollably an angry string of curses tore from his throat as he stared at the sinkhole, louder than he meant them to me. Bristling beyond control, he turned to look at the calico. "Alright. Let me know if you need me to do anything else." He said through gritted teeth. The bobtail was not pleased whatsoever. "I'm more than willing to help when need be." He ,are quick work of walking a little towards the front of the bunch, muscles still tense and unfeeling to the shrieking pain that would await them soon enough. He had a large scratch across his spine, not that it mattered, that would be a pain in due time. Fantastic. He was stoked. Sarcasm bitter on his red-pink tongue, Sir Sprouts-a-lot continued forward without any sign of sadness. He was too numb with adrenaline, shock, and frustration at not getting to... uhh... he actually didn't know why he was frustrated so that's nice.
"Prepare for the horrors
This night will keep repeating over and over
And over
Until you make it to the end"
Chaos is yet to arrive
Paris, Alec, Bean, Glitch, Indy, XxGhostStarsxX, PeanutCash, Morrigan, Hollyheart, Dolomedes, and Marigoldwhisper all reside in here. They will never escape :>
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