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Dewbranch walked out and started listing herbs and their uses. She liked to help out the medicine cats, and had learned a lot from them.
She then went on to hunting. Dewbranch noticed a thrush sitting on a branch of a fallen oak. She stalked closer and jumped. It’s alarm call was broken as she bit the bird’s neck. A vole scurried in surprise out from under a bush, and was also caught.
As she dropped her prey, Dewbranch was knocked onto her back as a cat barreled into her. She tried to get up, but was kept knocking backwards. The only way out is to fight. But I don’t fight! Why can’t cats just talk things out? Ugh, I have to try. Dewbranch lashed out a paw at her attacker, but she was too weak to aim properly, and missed. She could hear the laughs of the GameMakers. I . . . Will . . . Survive . . .
Dewbranch rolled out the way of another attack. She got up quickly and leapt at her opponent, who now she could see was a gray she-cat with familiar blue eyes and a familiar smirk. Stormfall. She had killed Dewbranch’s whole family, and was her enemy. Stormfall jumped back in surprise. She knew Dewbranch didn’t fight, and her fighting was definitely a rare and surprising sight.
At the last moment, Dewbranch swerved aside and ran past Stormfall, giving her a good scratch along the way. She leapt up onto a tree and climbed up to a thick branch. “Coward! Just as I knew you were! Let me kill you!” yelled Stormfall from below.
*W – w – we c – can talk th – this o – out. Why did you kill my family and try to kill me?”
“You don’t know yet? Your mother was my mate! And then we broke apart, after everything we’ve been through, because she thought I had put deathberries in her fresh-kill. She actually didn’t, turns out. That fox-heart just wanted to be with your mouse-brained father. Who tried to kill me with that tactic. She became mates with a murderer, and didn’t believe it as much as I told her. He tried to kill someone else, yet failed again. I had to end him so he wouldn’t cause harm. Your mother saw me do it, and I had to kill her too. You and your littermates, I knew you were taught to kill, and would be the same. But you lucky fox-dunged cat survived. You, Dewbranch, might not know it yet, but you will be a murderer too. Not now, but one day.”
Dewbranch stared in shock at Stormfall. “M – my father tried to kill you and others?” Stormfall nodded. “I – I won’t be like that, I promise. You know I don’t like fighting, not alone killing.”
“Cats change.”
“I won’t. Just because my father did things, don’t think I will do them too. Besides, there’s a huge chance I’ll die here.”
Stormfall looked thoughtful for a second, but shook her head and growled “I would like to do it myself.”
Then came Tigerstar’s cry “now, this is all very sweet and interesting, but Stormfall, you won’t kill one of our contestants before the Games begin! And we’ve got cats still waiting, so finish it up already!”
Stormfall hissed. “Then I would like to join. Then I can kill her.”
Dewbranch looked at Stormfall and the GameMakers. She can’t do that . . . can she?
“You can’t do that!” yelled Hawkfrost. “We’ve already had the Reaping, and the interviews.”
“So? One extra cat won’t hurt. And there’s still plenty of time left before we begin.”
Mapleshade blinked thoughtfully. “I suppose . . . What do you guys think?” she asked the other GameMakers.
“Well, I think that Dewbranch can go now. You are dismissed, and may the odds be ever in your favor,” said Hawkfrost. “Now, what to do about you, Stormfall . . .?”
(Yes so can she join mid-game? That would be a good plot twist)
Sure, I think that is a cool idea. Just try not to let Stormfall kill other cats besides your own characters.
“I think we should let her join.” Mapleshade said.
“Well I for one disagree. The reaping already happened.” Hawkfrost meowed.
“A vote?” Asked Mapleshade. The vote was 3-1, Hawkfrost voting not to let her join, and Mapleshade, Brokenstar, and Tigerstar voting to let her.
“Stormfall, you are in the Games.
(ok, I’ll make her now. The only cat that Stormfall will actually want to kill is Dewbranch 😛 )
Sorry but could you create a character form for her just so I can know a bit about her.
(I did)
(Reply to Darkfang)
“So,” the golden she-cat started. “Do you know about sickness and stuff? And do you know what could be going on with me?”
Darkfang flicked an ear. “I know a bit. What symptoms do you have?”
(have her be specific please)
(also she’s pregnant isn’t she)
(if she is and Darkfang figures it out maybe they try to make sure Leopardfang survives so her kits don’t die before they’re even born)
(Darkfang’s cool like that)
(Yeah, she’s pregnant. Also, these are the only symptoms I know) “Well,” Leopardfang explained. “I’ve been getting tired most of the time, and I feel like I’ve been getting plumper. Do you know what it is? Am I sick?”
A chill went down Darkfang’s spine. She’d heard the medicine cat in ShadowClan listing off those symptoms when telling a she-cat they needed to start sleeping in the nursery! “I don’t want to alarm you, but is there any possibility you could be expecting kits?” She asked quietly. If Leopardfang didn’t have a mate, it might be something else, but if she did…
Leopardfang’s eyes widened. “No, no I can’t! If I have kits, then we’ll be prime targets! I don’t even have a mate!” Taking a deep breath, she continued, “I’m probably not, but if I am, then we can train my kits to help us. And considering the fact that most of you still are bound to the code, those cats won’t even want to kill a queen and her kits.” She put a paw to her belly, and whispered, “Get strong my little ones. I’ll make sure that you make it and help us win.”
(She doesn’t have a mate, but I find it weird that only two cats that love each other can have kits and that there’s no possibility that it was a another cat’s kits)
Darkfang nodded solemnly. “I doubt they’d let you leave the Games if you are expecting. So we’ll have to make sure you win.” She felt her resolve building. “I will help you win the Games, so your kits will survive!”
(if Darkfang wasn’t aro/ace I’d ship it)
(either way she feels a sense of responsibility for these kits)
Leopardfang nodded, curling her tail around her stomach. “I’d doubt it too. I’d rather keep my reputation. I don’t want to be a mouseheart and beg to leave the games. Thank you Darkfang.” She felt that she would be weak if she had kits, but winning the Games was the most important thing. “If you last longer than me, please take my kits as your own,” Leopardfang said.
(Yeah, if Darkfang wasn’t aro/ace a ship would work since Leopardfang is lesbian.)
“I won’t let your kits die,” Darkfang promised.
(Platonic DarkLeopard FTW)
(replying to Moonsong)
Pebbleshard grinned. “Herb knowledge will definitely be useful once we get in the arena. Knowing what herbs stop infection could mean the difference between dying and winning!”
Moonsong~
“Quite right!” Moonsong mewed.
Maplewind narrowed their eyes at the training cats.
*Moonsong seems like a bit of a challenge…*
They unsheathed their claws
*well, perhaps there will be some action*
Maplewind sheathed their claws again and licked their paws
(Yes, this IS a challenge >:))
Leopardfang looked over at Maplewind and saw them looking smug. She growled under her breath, and curled her tail around her stomach again. I can’t let them know I’m expecting kits. They can’t know.
Darkfang noticed that Leopardfang was watching one of the other competitors. Maplesomething? Maplewind! That’s their name. The cat was staring at Moonsong and digging their claws into the ground. Darkfang frowned. “Leopardfang. We’re gonna win this.”
Leopardfang took a deep breath and nodded slightly. “You’re right. We’ll be great and defeat that piece of crow food.” She smiled, and felt pleased.
Darkfang smiled and laughed. “Indeed.”
(oh noOOo it’s dying let’s get some action!!!!)
If you are in the games~
You step onto your pedestal, and it rises up. You are in the arena! You take in the arena, and see that it is a meadow bordered by a forest on all sides, with a river running through.
“3..2…1… Let the Games BEGIN!!!!” The games have begun!
The arena:
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Leopardfang ran over to Darkfang and hissed, “Go get herbs and maybe some prey, and then run after me,” while running off into the forest.
Darkfang pelted for a patch of herbs, scooping them up as fast as she could, not caring which herbs she was taking. When her jaws were full, she raced away from the bloodbath, following Leopardfang’s scent. When she caught up with the other she-cat, she mumbled around the herbs: “We should walk in the river for a while, so no one can track us.”
Leopardfang screwed her face up but nodded. “Ok, we can go in the bank to get there,” she replied as she got her paws into the bank while scenting for prey and other cats. She quickly lapped at the river, enjoying the cold touch on her tongue.
Darkfang lead the way, hoping the soft rush of the river covered up the splashes her and Leopardfang’s pawsteps were making. She didn’t speak again, as she didn’t want to drop any of her herbs.
~Pebbleshard~
He danced through the bloodbath. “Moonsong!” He shouted. “Where are you?” Cats attacked him, but he dodged the blows clumsily and continued to search for his friend. “Moonsong! Please, answer me! Where are you?”
Moonsong~
Moonsong’s ears were full of the clashing of battle all around her, but somehow she made out someone shouting her name. “Pebbleshard! I’m over here!” She shouted, making her way through the chaos, looking for him. She spotted him, amongst the chaos. “Pebbleshard! We should grab some stuff and then leave, before we get killed. Let’s get herbs and prey. They’ll be most important.” She said, grabbing a bundle of herbs.
Pebbleshard nodded, relieved that he’d found her. “For sure–” he trailed off, spotting a small bundle of leaves. “What’s this?” He murmured, half to himself. As cats battled around them, he poked at the bundle. A small red berry fell out. Pebbleshard nearly recoiled with shock. “Deathberries,” he hissed. He smashed the berry under a rock before anyone saw, then made sure the rest were secure before picking up the bundle in his jaws. “We can use these. Come on, let’s go.”
Moonsong~
“Yeah, before we get killed!” She said, grabbing a rabbit. She ran into the forest with the bundle of herbs and the rabbit clamped firmly in her jaws. She kept running, looking over her shoulder occasionally to make sure that Pebbleshard was still behind her, and to make sure that there was no other cats around. After running for a while, she saw a stream. “We should stop here for a bit to get a drink, and to re-assess. We can decide what to do.” She said.
Pebbleshard nodded in agreement, setting the bundle of deathberries by the stream and lapping up some water. “So. Where do you want to go? There’s a lot of forest here, some moor-ish land that might have tunnels under it, and the stream.”
Moonsong~
“I would say we stay in the forest, somewhere remote, sheltered and near water. Sound good? Also, let’s see what herbs we’ve got here.” Moonsong said, opening up the bundle of leaves. The bundle contained burdock roots, goldenrod, and horsetail. “That’s good. These herbs can help with wounds and cure infections.” She noticed a scratch on Pebbleshard’s side, and said “Here. Let me help.” And chewed up some goldenrod and put it on the wound.
Pebbleshard winced as Moonsong smeared the polituce onto the scratch. “I didn’t even notice that,” he meowed.
Darkripple hissed and pushed her way to the middle. She grabbed a few mice and some plants, which she didn’t know what to do with. Whatever, this isn’t the time for that. She took her items into the forest and found a spot under some tree roots. Setting down her herbs and prey, she tried to remember the basic herbs the medicine cats taught her. <Marigold to stop infection . . . Yes, I have marigold. Tansy for coughs . . . I also have that. Yarrow to get poison out of me . . . That's here. There are a few juniper berries here, which I think are for bellyache. I can't remember what else there is. Grunting, Darkripple sat down and started eating a mouse.
Harebreeze dashed for items. He got a starling and vole, and a wad of cobwebs.a Harebreeze was about to leave when he spotted some deathberries in a leaf packet. That will be helpful to get rid of someone. I could get some in prey. He dropped his vole and slipped a deathberry into it, through its mouth. Now he but has to hope someone would eat it. Satisfied with his work, he went into the forest.
Dewbranch hesitated for a moment. Trying to get some things would be dangerous, but it would definitely be helpful. Making up her mind, Dewbranch picked up as many herbs as she could. She then ran away into the forest. She scrambled up an oak onto a wide branch and put her herbs down.
(Can you please accept Stormfall on the character page?)
Moonsong~
(Replying to Pebbleshard)
“Good thing I did, then. Could have gotten infected.” Moonsong said. Then realizing her thirst, she bent down and took a large gulp from the stream. “Which way should we head?” She said
Also, is it weird that I ship them?
Pebbleshard frowned. “Not sure. Maybe we should head upstream, try to find the source.”
[Not at all! Pebbleshard is pansexual so we can give him and Moonsong a romantic subplot if you want~]
Moonsong~
“Ok, sounds good.” She said, beginning to walk upstream.
(Moonsong is Pansexual too, so I say yes to the romantic subplot! Their relationship should just start of friendly, but build up)
~Ravenshadow~
[He’s in ShadowClan watching the Games]
Ravenshadow sat by the pool, watching Darkfang and the other she-cat Leopardfang, walk up the river. He hoped beyond hope that his sister would be strong enough to kill Leopardfang when the time came. “Come on, Darkfang. You have to win. You have to.”
~Pebbleshard~
[REPLYING TO MOONSONG]
Pebbleshard picked up the bundle of deathberries and followed Moonsong upstream. He hoped they wouldn’t run into any other cats. He could still hear the bloodbath in the distance. For a moment, he pondered why Leopardfang, the Dark Forest favorite, hadn’t participated. He’d seen her run off before the fighting even started, along with another she-cat he didn’t recognize.
(Continuing with Darkfang)
Leopardfang noticed a nice sheltered ditch between the trees and whispered, “Darkfang, that may be a good place to camp in for a little while.”
Darkfang nods. “Good idea.” She drops the herbs she’d gathered in a corner. “I’m going to go find some moss for bedding.” She pads out of the ditch and starts digging up some moss from the base of a nearby tree.
Leopardfang started finding a good spot to put her nest, and thought to herself, maybe we can make a tunnel to the river.
Darkfang carried a heap of moss into the ditch and dropped it on the ground. She separated part of the moss out for her nest, leaving the rest for Leopardfang. As she shaped her pile of moss into a nest, she kept an eye on her companion.
Leopardfang turned around and started making her nest, slowly making her way up, barely able to pull herself up. These kits are coming soon! I just want this over with! As she panted and took some ferns and feathers for her nest, she picked up some stones from the river bank after making sure that nobody else was around. She needed her kits to have either entertainment or be able to gain some skills. She ran back while digging a small tunnel to the ditch, covering up the entrance with grass, moss, dirt, and ferns.
(Can she have her kits early and she has her kits soon)
Darkfang notices Leopardfang working on the tunnel. “Slow down a little, Leopardfang. Here, let me help you.” She nudges Leopardfang aside gently and starts digging.
(Sure, maybe the kits are born early cause of the stress put on Leopardfang since she’s in the Games, and like maybe one of the kits is stillborn or dies soon after birth because of it? Or maybe one of the kits has a physical disability of some sort, or is mute, or something like that? Or, ya know, both? How many kits are you planning for this anyway?)
Leopardfang moves aside and nodded. “Ok Darkfang.”
(I’m planning on three kits. Maybe one can be stillborn, one has a limp, and the other is healthy. I can play the living kits, but you can play one if you want. Also, I plan on naming them Tigerkit, Hawkkit, and Maplekit, because ya know, Dark Forest favorite and all 😛)
(yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay)
(but I’m going to be gone for the next five days…)
(so… hmm…)
(MODS, BE AWARE. SINCE I AM GOING TO BE INACTIVE, I AM GIVING ICEPAW (and Icepaw only) PERMISSION TO ROLEPLAY MY CHARACTER DARKFANG)
(that way stuff can still happen)
(but maybe the kits aren’t born till I get back?? That’s up to you, of course)
I’m sorry, but not every mod will see this or remember so we can’t enforce that. I’ll be keeping an eye out for you, but just a heads up that it really isn’t a mods responsibility ^^
I don’t mean to be rude or anything! I assume you’re going on a trip? Have fun if you are!
(Continuing with Darkfang, and ok, I’ll wait till you’re back for the kits to come.)
Leopardfang decided to go hunting. She decided to try to fish a little, and while she only caught one fish, she was glad that she could at least still hunt.
Darkfang kept digging the tunnel to the ditch, faintly seeing Leopardfang hunting. She called out, “Leopardfang, don’t strain yourself past what you need to!”
Leopardfang kneeled, feeling the weight of the kits in her stomach. Clearly the digging and the hunting and the running weren’t doing her any favors, and she could feel that there were probably about three kits. She took a deep breath, hoping that the kits could at least wait for a little longer, and that nobody would attack them for at least until the kits were old enough to hide and to have their eyes opened.
(Actually, I’ll probably make the one that dies Deadkit, the one with a limp Stupidkit, and the healthy one Tigerkit or Maplekit)
Yeeee, I’m back~
Darkfang continues digging.
(I’ll start the kitting now.)
Leopardfang let out a strained gasp and dropped to the ground. “My kits!” She’d heard what to do several times and knew to push, so she did that, hoping that Darkfang would bring a stick or some chervil for her(Chervil helps with kitting).
(I’m just going to do a timeskip to the kits being born, because I don’t want it to get gory or anything)
Leopardfang snorted at the dead bundle next to her and the ball of fur that had a limp front leg, but smiled at the healthy kit.
“I’ll name the Dead kit after what they are, Deadkit, the one with the limp, Stupidkit, and the healthy one… which should I do, Maplekit, Tigerkit, or Hawkkit?”
Darkfang tilted hear head thoughtfully. “Hmmm. I like Maplekit, but it’s your decision.” She picked up Deadkit. “You think about it. I’ll go bury this one before it starts attracting bugs.” She pads away from their impromptu camp and buries Deadkit under the roots of a tree. She whispers quietly so that Leopardfang can’t hear her, “I know she named you Deadkit, but that’s not a fitting name for anycat. Let your name be Spiritkit instead.” Then she set some stones on top of the small mound and returned to where Leopardfang, Stupidkit, and the unnamed healthy kit were. “Ya know, Stupidkit is fitting, but maybe we should name it after some disgraced cat instead. Something easier to remember, like Firekit? Just a suggestion.”
Leopardfang let the kits nurse, deciding to call the healthy golden kit Maplekit, and the brown tabby kit…
“I’ll call him Twistkit. For his leg.” She sighed as she saw him struggle to nurse, and asked, “Do you think that we should try to kill other cats to save my kits? I especially want Maplekit to survive.”
(I’ll roleplay as Maplekit, but I’ll let you choose which kit you roleplay. I’m not as cruel as Leopardfang 😛)
Darkfang nods. “Of course. This is the Games, after all. Cats are going to die either way. But yes, we must kill to protect your kits. You winning is the only way they survive.”
(Oooh, can I roleplay as Twistkit? And maybe Dead/Spiritkit like visits him in dreams or something?)
Leopardfang purred, the thoughts of winning for her kits filling her mind with joy. (Ok, you can be Spiritkit too if you want. 🙂 You can choose their personalities.)
(yaaaaaay thank you~)
~Twistkit~
He heard two she-cats talking, but he couldn’t open his eyes yet. He wanted to see what was going on. They were talking about… a Warrior Games? What was that? What was a warrior? What was a game? He had so many questions, but all he could do was mew. Suddenly he heard another voice. “Twistkit,” it said. Not it– he. “Twistkit. My name is Spiritkit, I’m your brother.” My brother? Twistkit thought. I don’t have a brother… I can smell my sister, they named her Maplekit, but I don’t have a brother… “Yes you do, I was born dead,” Spiritkit tells him. Born dead? How awful! Twistkit thought. “I’m afraid your life won’t be much better, not with that leg of yours.” Ah, yes, his leg. Twistkit could feel his twisted leg, the deficiency he’d been named for. He somehow knew it would never work properly. But I can still try, he thought. “That’s the spirit,” Spiritkit purred. “Now get some sleep. You’re going to have to grow up fast here.” Twistkit smiled, drifting off to sleep.
(BTW)
(Twistkit: very intelligent, creative, realistic, somewhat blunt, adaptable, cautious)
(Spiritkit: optimistic, kind, helpful, honest, clever, friendly, likable)
(Cont. with Darkfang)
Maplekit suckled, feeling the strength in her paws. She felt her mother’s tongue go over her head. She could somewhat understand what they were saying, like that her name was Maplekit and her brothers were Twistkit and Deadkit, and that her mother was going to kill for their survival.
Maplekit: Golden She-Kit with green eyes, long furred. Personality like her mother’s
Darkfang picked up Twistkit, set him down on her own nest, and began cleaning his fur.
(can we have Twistkit be like smarter than most cats his age, and more mentally competent because of his physical injury?)
(Twistkit: a brown tabby tom with blue eyes and a twisted foreleg)
(Dead/Spiritkit: a golden-brown tom with one blue eye and one green eye).
Leopardfang started cleaning off Maplekit, feeling the muscles beneath her fur. She was proud that she’d have a strong daughter.
(Yeah, ok that makes sense. 🙂 )
In the Games~
You hear the sound of the cannon ring twice. ‘Good, the bloodbath is over.’ The two cannons mean that two cats have died. Then, you see the faces of the dead cats projected across the sky. You recognize Acornreed and Feathersplash (Sorry to kill them, but inactivity kills. You can enter a new cat in the next games).
Watching from the clans~
The Dark Forest cats herd you and your clan to the the viewing pools, and you watch the broadcast, showing that the bloodbath has ended, and that Feathersplash and Acornreed died in it.
What is your reaction???
Leopardfang nodded. “Two less enemies for us to deal with. We just raised our chances of winning.” She licked her two kits’ heads, glad that they had two less cats to kill them.
Darkfang purred. “And more chance for you and your kits’ survival.” She smoothed the fur on Twistkit’s leg.
Twistkit felt the she-cat, Darkfang, smoothing the fur on his leg. His tail twitched and he purred. “Stay close to her,” Spiritkit murmured to him. I will, Twistkit assures him.