He didn't know what to do. Everyone seems to split up and attack and he stood there watching, trying to figure out what he could start with. He dashed over to a familiar face, hoping he wasn't too late. "Hey, Vinesmoke! Hey, Wildpaw!" he added, dipping his head towards the other cat. "Can I help?"
He was ready for this. Without hesitation he bounced over to the cat's. He was too focused on showing those clumsy beasts who was boss to worry about the two. As soon as Falconbeak heard the words, he dug his claws into the wood and striked downwards as if gutting a fish. He wasn't used to attacking twoleg made wood, he gritted his teeth. He flicked his brown eyes towards the other two. "C'mon we can't talk all moon. Get your claws in action." he hissed.
Falconbeak is messing with the barn frame.
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Leopardflight-She/Her
15 Moons PURRKS
Chill of Death-Inactive
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Okay, she's here and all that.
Leopardflight is a warrior now, and doing something immediately!
She's totally down for that!
Navigating, she scents only one cat in a certain part. "Hey! You need any help?" She asked cheerfully.
Huh? Who was coming over? Oh, Leopardflight. The new warrior. Probably as enthusiastic as Hollyhawk had been, all excited to get out and about and prove her worth to the clan. It was almost sweet. Deadmoon would like to say she'd been the same as a young warrior, but alas she'd been anything but. She wouldn't begrudge the molly the enthusiasm though, and she DID want that flashy, hard light-box gone. Sure, if you think you can take the thing on I'm all for it. Little rat she was beginning to think of it as a sentient entity, however improbable that was flashed a light in my eye, damn near blinded me. Maybe you'll have better luck.
Deadmoon, for her part, would be going around from behind. While she'd been trying to brute force the hard bit, she'd noticed some sort of tendril attaching the thing to the tree. Perhaps she could attack that? It couldn't be tougher than the box, surely! She reared onto her hind paws, digging her one useful front paw into the tree to stabilize herself. This done, the molly started chewing at the thing. It gave way beneath her teeth, but left an acrid taste on her tongue. Blegh. Might be worse than a frog. Fortunately Deadmoon was suitably committed to killing the thing that had almost blinded her that she pushed through, shredding the thing into little, pointy bits which tickled the back of her throat. She really hoped Leopardflight was having more luck with the hard bit than she'd had.
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Huh? Who was coming over? Oh, Leopardflight. The new warrior. Probably as enthusiastic as Hollyhawk had been, all excited to get out and about and prove her worth to the clan. It was almost sweet. Deadmoon would like to say she'd been the same as a young warrior, but alas she'd been anything but. She wouldn't begrudge the molly the enthusiasm though, and she DID want that flashy, hard light-box gone. Sure, if you think you can take the thing on I'm all for it. Little rat she was beginning to think of it as a sentient entity, however improbable that was flashed a light in my eye, damn near blinded me. Maybe you'll have better luck.
Deadmoon, for her part, would be going around from behind. While she'd been trying to brute force the hard bit, she'd noticed some sort of tendril attaching the thing to the tree. Perhaps she could attack that? It couldn't be tougher than the box, surely! She reared onto her hind paws, digging her one useful front paw into the tree to stabilize herself. This done, the molly started chewing at the thing. It gave way beneath her teeth, but left an acrid taste on her tongue. Blegh. Might be worse than a frog. Fortunately Deadmoon was suitably committed to killing the thing that had almost blinded her that she pushed through, shredding the thing into little, pointy bits which tickled the back of her throat. She really hoped Leopardflight was having more luck with the hard bit than she'd had.
art by @/Eidolon Leopardflight-She/Her
15 Moons PURRKS
Chill of Death-Inactive
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Whatever it was nearly blinded Deadmoon?
Well, Leopardflight guessed a lack of sight was convenient for that problem, at least! "Alrighty!" She said cheerfully.
After a moment, Leopardflight used her other senses to manage locate the box.
She felt it with her paw for moment, definitely was weird.
Now to get rid of it!
She put her front two paws on top of it, using the back two to manage to keep her balance where she was.
She pushed all her weight down onto the box, with a good bit of extra force as well, and it felt like it was slowly starting to give.
She gave it a few extra stomps before it came loose, and Leopardflight had to catch herself before she went with it.
Then she went and checked it's condition.
Well, to the best of her ability.
Well, it's off the tree.
For good measure, she stomped on it a few more times and scratched at it.
She couldn't see if she was doing any real damage, but it's always good to be sure. "I think I got this one!" She called out, hoping Deadmoon could hear her from wherever.
Ok. So this wasnt going as smoothly as he thought it would. Crowtooth was making serious progress, sure, but it wasnt as easy as he'd thought it'd be and unpleasant to say the least.
Sinking claws into the weird tubes from where he'd wiggled his way until the casing the tom grunted as he ripped and pulled at the plastic and rubber tubing. It was not pleasant on his claws for sure and his paw was starting to ache at the strain, not used to such strong and harsh material, but he persisted and eventually the tube burst and spilled its contents. And BOY was it gross.
Gagging at the scent of gasoline, something he'd never encountered before the tom frantically wiggled out and escaped the casing, wretching at the awful overpowering stench. Was that monster blood or something? It was awful and the tom without hesitation shoved his wetted paws into a nearby snowdrift to try and clean them of that. Yuck Yuck yuck twolegs were the worst and so were monster, even mini ones. At least given the amount of the fluid on the ground the monster had to be dead.
Crowtooth, delicately stepping over the puddles of gasoline, gnawed on a few wires, breaking them, just to be sure.
Ok so both monsters were 'dead', how was the rest of the clan doing? Climbing on top of the thing to get a good vantage point (and thanking the stars this thing had lots of ridges to use as a staircase so he didnt fall flat on his face like with the leaders den) the tom was pleasantly surprised to find some weird padding. It tore under his claws wonderfully, and he was distracted for a moment shredding it before refocusing.
Everyone seemed to be doing alright, only minor cuts and scrapes to a clanmate or two that wasnt out of place on the result of a hunting mishap. Good, but also..... Looking up to track the progress of the moon the toms fur spiked. It wasnt close to dawn, not even remotely but time was ticking on since this had started, the hours passing by. "PICK UP THE PACE EVERYONE! I DONT WANT A SINGLE CAT HERE WHEN DAWN HITS, AINT NO ONE GITTIN' CAUGHT BY THE TWOLEGS FER DESTROYIN' THEIR 'CAMP'!
AN' BE CAREFUL, YA GIT SENT TA LIGHTNINGSTORM FER AN INJURY THATS YER FAULT IM LETTIN' 'ER EAT YA!"
Yowling reminder done the tom hopped down from the shredded seat, an easier task then climbing thankfully, and looked for another group to join.
[Crowtooth has tore the fuel lines, cut the wires, and shredded the seat of one of the ATVs]
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This thing was heavy. Even with Dewfawn's help, the monster barely budged. Sneezepaw was grateful that it didn't seem to be putting up a fight. They guessed it was a deep sleeper; Sneezy wasn't complaining.
But anyway, getting this thing off the ground was proving to be a challenge. After a long time and a lot of effort, they were able to raise one end up, just by a whisker-length. That was all Sneezepaw could handle. With a gasp (apparently they had been forgetting to breathe as they pushed), they pulled away from the monster.
"Sorry," Sneezepaw muttered with a shake of their head. Great. This plan wasn't going to work, all because of Sneezepaw.
But what to do now? They couldn't just give up--that would look even worse. "We should... Oh, I know! If we hurt its paws, it won't be able to help the Twolegs." Sneezepaw crouched, touching their nose to the ground as they looked for a suitable object. And... there's something! They took a Twoleg object from the ground. It was long and mostly gray with some orange bits, but the most important part was the sharp end.
With this, they returned to the monster and drove the object into the beast's relatively soft, round paw. It was difficult at first, but the farther they went, the easier it became, like the inside was hollow or something. Once they had basically dug the entire object into the paw, they pulled it back out in a single motion (certainly not almost falling backwards with the momentum), and looked with pride at the little hole they made in the monster's skin. Like, You thought you were invincible, huh? Well, THINK AGAIN!!!
Except that something strange had started to happen. Sneezepaw's ear twitched as a small, whistling sound was heard, apparently coming from the paw. "Um, that's fine, probably." Anyways, they couldn't stop now! They picked the pointy thing up again and got back to work.
(hopefully this is okay, i'm not sure how realistic it would be for two cats to push an atv and trailer over like that y'know)
header by @/Blaaze 24 Moons PURRKS
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Dewfawn gave up on pushing not long after Sneezepaw.
It was... quite a bit too heavy.
They then watched as the apprentice had an idea, and then they grabbed something sharp, and started stabbing at the monster's strange paws. "Good idea." They said, looking to see if there were any other sharp objects like that, so they could assist.
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[all good, makes sense to me!]
[also sry this ones short!]
The idea that these acts, such progress against the invaders would go unnoticed is naught but a pipe dream in the end.
The little boxes, strapped to fences and poles, though destroyed, had done their job. The cameras, fitted with night vision capabilities, had done their job. It's not like this result was avoidable forever though, no sane person would allow the continued destruction of their progress to not be investigated.
And so it was that alerted by the movement of the clan and the sudden disconnect of their cameras, the twolegs had come charging in to protect their new claim.
It was sudden, a faster ‘attack’ then any windclan cat could even match. A roar of a couple small monsters, just like the dormant ones that’d been destroyed as the ATVs and their riders crested the hills, its owners quickly dismounting.
Twolegs, four of them, howling furiously in their strange tongue as they charged the cats, kicking and swatting at anyone unfortunate enough to be in reach. If youre lucky and quick a blow might be able to be landed on these creatures that’d desecrated the moor, however taking them down is a fool's errand.
What can be done is already done and all told this is a victory, perhaps it is time to go.
[ATTENTION EVENT GOERS, TWOLEGS HAVE ARRIVED ON THE SCENE AND ARE NOW TRYING TO SHOO AWAY THE CLAN. ANY CAT WHO DOES NOT RUN WILL BE SWATTED AT OR KICKED. THE TWOLEGS CAN BE SCRATCHED BUT NOT SERIOUSLY HARMED.]
Twilightstar shivered lightly in the cold as she watched her clan work on destroying the twolegs things. Some had more success than others. The big monster with the strange mouth didn't appear to be taking any damage, although her clanmates were trying to do something to its paws. A group of apprentices attacked a large den-looking structure, but it didn't look like it'd soon come down. The large covering hiding more twoleg stuff was torn free and ripped up by another group, but the damage beyond that was minimal.
Twilightstar lashed her tail. A lot of the twoleg stuff remained undamaged. Too big or strong to be damaged by cats. Still, they had done more damage than expected so it's a win in her eye. Troubled, the leader leaps down from her perch just as she hears the roars of monsters.
A small patrol of twolegs appears, leaping from their monsters and rushing at the clan. Twilightstar gives a furious hiss and lets out a caterwaul. "WINDCLAN FALLBACK TO CAMP!" It was time to go. Her ruckus drew the ire of a yowling twoleg, she ducks underneath a clumsy kick and darts out of the way of a stomping paw that got too close to her tail.
"Help me distract them while the others flee. I don't want them following us to camp." The leader growls at the nearest warriors, spitting, hissing, and swiping her claws at the big naked paws and legs of the twoleg ahead of her. She couldn't see where the other three had gotten to.
[Let's wrap this event up. Will see about ending this event within the next 24 hours, so I need all the cats out of here if they're not helping distract the twolegs. Not having Twi give out direct orders since the event post is open and don't want her limiting your kitties' freedom, I have her dealing with one of the twolegs, the other three do with what you want.]
Vinesmoke
13 Moons
He/Him
Vinesmoke gave a nod to nectarpaw course you can help cmon you twi he ran towards the pegs and got to work digging the stakes up one after the other he would dig them out the rip up the pegs he did about four before his attention was drawn to the two legs his heart sank of course when they were starting to make progress he sighed but had a good idea he would take this string with him make it harder for the two legs he turned his attention to the two apprentices they were his responsibility “Cmon you two we gotta go!”
Vinesmoke ripped up a four pegs and is taking the string back to camp that he cut @nyx @Dolomedes /feel free to do some damage before you flee
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