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Post by Shortstar on Sept 8, 2006 17:43:09 GMT -5
*Shortpaw smiles and stares at his paws.* So, RiverClan agreed to let them in their territory... *One kit demands impatiently.* Oh, yes. RiverClan agreed, they knew ShadowClan was strong, I suppose. ShadowClan fought with ThunderClan, who refused to let Brokenstar in our territory, when a warrior named Clawface stole their kits. Some warriors hurried ShadowClan territory, where some warriors who were exiled for 'disloyalty' were, and they thwarted Brokenstar easily. Probably wouldn't have made it if ShadowClan wasn't there.
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Post by Shadowstar on Sept 9, 2006 20:16:19 GMT -5
*Shadowstar nods, as he sits down near some of the kits' to listen to the story.* Hey, Shortpaw, I didn't even know the whole story. I am glad you are part of the ShadowClan, because you are very reliable.
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Post by Shortstar on Sept 10, 2006 11:47:21 GMT -5
Well, I suppose it's more well known with ThunderClan. *One of the kits nods.* Didn't one cat leave ShadowClan an' join ThunderClan? *Shortpaw stares down at the kit that spoke.* That was the medicine cat Yellowfang. She was exiled. It is pure disloyalty to leave your Clan; though some ShadowClan leaders may have led there Clan poorly, none of them ever left there Clan willingly. *He suddenly looks away, and breathes in an unfamilliar scent. Rougue cats? He wonders, unsheathing his claws.*
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Post by Shadowstar on Sept 16, 2006 9:48:09 GMT -5
*A small, ginger fur walks over to Shadowstar, and lays down beside him. She lets out a soft mew, and rests her head on her front paws. He smiles, and then sees Shortpaw tense.* What is it, Shortpaw. *Catches the smell on the air, and gently picks Flamekit up. He takes her to the center of camp, and sets her down.* Rogue Cats'.
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Post by Shortstar on Oct 9, 2006 10:16:59 GMT -5
*Shortfoot nods.* They might just be on a border, or we might have to chase some out of our territory.
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Post by Shadowstar on Dec 8, 2006 16:47:06 GMT -5
Shadowstar nods at his deputy's statement as he notices a slender, ginger she-cat emerging from the warrior's den. She stops at the fresh kill pile, taking a vole in her jaws before returning to eat in privacy. "Prepare a scouting party Shortfoot. Send them to search the outskirts of our territory. Choose some reliable warriors, experienced. After that, follow me." Shadowstar's voice was urgent and yet demanding.
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 8, 2006 16:56:31 GMT -5
*Nodding, Shortfoot goes over to the warriors' den, and returns with some senior warriors; Redpelt, Snakeheart, Bluestripe, Copperfur, Nightwind, and a few others.* We're ready.
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Post by Shadowstar on Dec 8, 2006 17:01:10 GMT -5
Shadowstar turnes, eyes appraising the warriors. "All right, Shortfoot, you'll come with me. Redpelt, Snakeheart, Bluestripe, Copperfur, and Nightwind, you'll lead a scouting expedition to the edge of our territory. Circle our territory and then return when you're sure things are all right. And remember, all of you, remain vigilant. ShadowClan doesn't need five warriors dead." Shadowstar nods, signalling for the group to move off. "Follow me Shortfoot."
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 8, 2006 17:04:21 GMT -5
*Nodding obdiently, the five warrior slink off, sinister like a proper ShadowClan warriors. Shortfoot stands beside Shadowstar, completely prepared to defend his Clan. Those rogue haven't felt anything until they've felt ShadowClan's fangs and claws!*
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Post by Shadowstar on Dec 8, 2006 17:10:17 GMT -5
Shadowstar nods and turns, eyes blazing at the thought of rogue cat's invading his territory. Amberpaw, watching the deputy and leader, stands slowly, watching their progress. She slinks at a distance behind the two, watching their progress. Shadowstar ignores the initial feeling that they were being followed, walking past a tussock of grass.
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 8, 2006 17:21:25 GMT -5
*Shortfoot slowly follows, having an uneasy feeling someone is following them, but tries to ignore it. The main concern is to find the rogue cats, if they are any, and drive them out of ShadowClan, not walking along paranoid that someone's there.
Suddenly a thin black tom leaps from the bushes, a dark gray she-cat following.* What do you want? *He snapped, as if they had trespassed on his land.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Feb 17, 2007 18:03:52 GMT -5
OOC: I think i'll wait an' see what happens before RPing!
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Post by Moonstar on Feb 17, 2007 23:47:23 GMT -5
What do we want? *Shortfoot snarled.* You area on our land. We should be asking you, what do you want. This is ShadowClan territory. *The black tiom stepped forward, his face close to Shortfoot's.* I need land, and you'll have to drag my dead body off of it if you don't want me here. *He hissed.* So be it! *The stocky toroishell growled, launching himself at the rogue.*
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Post by Shadowstar on Feb 18, 2007 9:42:01 GMT -5
Shadowstar calmly eyed the black tom that was trespassing on ShadowClan territory, a rage broiling deep within his sleek body. Black eyes flashed, following the black tom's movements, claws unsheathing and clawing at the ground absently. Once again, the ShadowClan leader felt a pang of compassion for the thin black tom and the she-cat that they had discovered on ShadowClan territory. Shadowstar knew what it was like to be without territory and food, but none the less, these two cats had been discovered without permission. As his deputy, Shortfoot, launched himself at the thin tom, Shadowstar couldn't help but look down as the controversey among his heart continued to rage unbidden.
The black Tom immediatly tensed as he watched the stocky tortoiseshell, awaiting the fall of Shortfoot's claws, but the impending fall never came. Suddenly, darkness filtered softly around the thin tom, dirt and grass collapsing harmlessly around the tom. With a shake of his broad head, the tom glared upward, gasping. The small mass of rock hard land that the tom and the she-cat had been milling on had collapsed when Shortfoot lunged himself at the tom. Now, the Deputy, tom, and she-cat were trapped within a deep hole, about the height of six cats.
00C Hope you don't mind - it seemed like an interesting twist in this small dispute.
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Post by Runningfoot on Feb 18, 2007 14:26:08 GMT -5
OOC: wow, what happens next!?
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