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Post by ripped. on Mar 29, 2009 11:51:32 GMT -5
A black shadow moved along the old wood, being sure to keep his paws light on the wood so it wouldn't creak under his weight and alert his prey of his presence. Radiant hazel audits were fixed on the rodent, and he moved in for the kill. His movements when catching the mouse were a little sloppy; he still wasn't used to the terrain of BeachClan completely. He looked around, searching for a place to hide the fresh-kill so no birds would swoop down and steal it.
"Hey, over here," a voice called to Zacky, making him jump, startled. He didn't see where the voice came from at first, so he was whirling around, probably looking a little silly. "What are you, blind? Look up a little." A giggle was heard, and indeed, when he looked up, he saw a white and black femme smiling softly at him, flicking with her tail for him to come up. He picked up the mouse and scrambled up on the higher deck by her, following her to a part of the floor where the wood had broke. She used a paw to move a plank out of the way, dropping her own catch in there. Zacky imitated her movements, and she let the plank fall back into place.
"I take it you're the newcomer the others have been buzzing about," she purred, her yellow eyes alight with a playful gleam. "I'm Rippedwhisker, by the way. Unlike some cats in our Clan, I don't have a problem with new cats in the Clan." Zacky smiled a little as he was able to recognize a friendly, warm tone to her voice. "And a word of advice; I wouldn't come here on your own. There's rats hidden around in places here, and if you get attacked then you're done for, basically." As she told him this, she leapt down back onto the lower deck, followed by Zacky. He felt a little more at ease, knowing not only the medicine cat is welcoming to the Clan.
"If it's not smart to come here alone, why did you?" Zacky couldn't help but ask. Rippedwhisker purred softly, realizing her mistake of explaining. "Technically, I came on my own. But I'm supposed to meet another cat or two here and finish up hunting with them. You're welcome to join if you'd like," she invited, wanting him to feel more comfortable in the Clan.
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Post by Amber on Mar 29, 2009 14:09:51 GMT -5
Shallowpool sprung down to land beside the two. He had been watching from higher ground - the Twolegs had provided him plenty of that with this contraption - and now he stared at them. "Hi?" he mewed quietly, with a small smile. A brief sense of fear flickered in his eyes as he quickly turned his head back and forth to look around. He had been attacked here.
Tilting his head and staring straight at them, he murrowed, "Whats this I hear about hunting?" Just then Devilsoul padded up to meet them, dipping his head to each in turn.
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Post by ripped. on Mar 29, 2009 14:18:23 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker dipped her head to each warrior in turn, but Zacky was a little nervous as he did so as well. He still felt the burden of having to prove himself to be acccepted into BeachClan, but with how friendly they were, that put his mind at ease, if not just a little bit. "We were just going to hunt for a bit, Devilsoul. And I was telling Zacky not to come here alone unless he has a deathwish of some sort," there was a slight hint of a playful tone, but she was serious for the most part, since the ship could be dangerous when you're on your own. "Do you guys want to hunt with us? It'll be fun, and we'll get a lot of prey, I'm sure," Rippedwhisker was eager to be part of a large hunting party. You'd never guess she's practically a senior warrior by how kit-like she acted.
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Post by Amber on Mar 29, 2009 14:24:44 GMT -5
Shallowpool's ears flattened against his head. He gulped, starting to tremble, but trying hard not to show it. "Y-you mean i-in there?" he muttered, flicking his tail towards the ship as if to show them what he spoke of. I'm not going back in there! Never! he thought.
Devilsoul stared at him, a troubled expression on his face. He had been leader when Shallowpool and the two others who had been 'exploring' the ship returned covered in rat bites and blood; it hadn't been a pretty sight. He couldn't blame the tom for not wanting to go back.
(OOC: That was a real thread, check out the one started by Bloody Chocolate in this same subboard and you can see it XD)
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Post by ripped. on Mar 29, 2009 14:34:06 GMT -5
ooc- I just skimmed through it--oh gosh D: poor Shallowpool! ):
[/b] Zacky looked over at Shallowpool, not sure what's troubling the warrior, but Rippedwhisker's cheery attitude diminished a little as she remember the cats when they entered camp--bloody and in pain, and from what she thought, probably a little traumatized. "We can just stay on the decks, right? Not go inside? I mean, it's probably really hot and stuffy inside too," Rippedwhisker tried to make some excuse to avoid going into the ship, because she wanted to try and lessen the awkwardness of the recollection of the rat attack on the young warriors.[/size][/blockquote][/center]
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Post by Amber on Mar 29, 2009 14:41:00 GMT -5
Shallowpool flashed her a grateful smile when he thought the others weren't looking; turning his gaze up to the sky, he opened his maw to catch any scents. An involuntary shiver passed through his body; he smelled rats. Of course, you mousebrain, he cursed himself, That's normal. He forced himself to focus, and finally he thought he caught a whiff of prey - other than rats, if you counted them. "I smell something!" he announced, sniffing again, and then pointing with his paw.
Devilsoul took a step in the direction Shallowpool pointed out, but then paused to wait for the others. He turned back and waited silently, pondering thoughtfully about Shallowpool in his mind. He tilted his head and stared blankly, before losing his train of thought. He grasped desperately for it, but it was gone. Oh, well.
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Post by ripped. on Mar 29, 2009 14:49:16 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker tried to follow where Shallowpool's paw was pointing, but whatever it was, it was gone. She made a face as she felt a little stupid for not picking up scents for prey. Zacky parted his jaws, and he managed to distinguish the smell of mouse from rats and the salty water that was just over the edge of the aged wood. He silently followed the scent, and Rippedwhisker knew he found the scent of something when he dropped into the hunting crouch, padding lightly to the source of the scent.
He didn't notice the change of surroundings as he went into one of the abandoned, dark rooms of the ship until there was no more light. He could smell the mouse, but he couldn't see it. Darn, he growled, and he was going to exit the room until he realized he couldn't see any source of light from outside. He couldn't see his way out. "Hey! Help! I can't see the way out!" Zacky shouted, whirling around, walking all around the room in search of the opening or of any source of light.
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Post by Amber on Mar 29, 2009 14:53:47 GMT -5
Shallowpool tore off in the direction of Zacky's cries. Ignoring the fear welling up in his chest, he entered the ship, careful to keep a sense of where the exit was, and called, "Zacky? Is that y-you? Follow the sound of my voice!"
Devilsoul followed Shallowpool at the same pace, and stopped at the entrance, wanting to make sure they all didn't get lost. He turned to make sure Rippedwhisker was nearby as well.
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Post by ripped. on Mar 29, 2009 15:02:49 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker brought up the rear, behind Devilsoul, and peered into the darkness uneasily. She heard both Shallowpool and Zacky, which made her relax the slightest bit to know they were okay. Zacky called back to Shallowpool, "Alright, just keep talking to me," Zacky followed to where Shallowpool's voice had come from, and when he thought he was getting close, he stepped on Shallowpool's paw. "Sorry," he murmured, but he was quick to realize Shallowpool didn't yelp in surprise, and within the next few heartbeats, small but sharp teeth dug into the same leg. Yowling in surprise and pain, he blindly took a bite at whatever it was biting him. Then it hit him--rats.
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Post by Amber on Mar 29, 2009 15:07:47 GMT -5
; scented the rats and froze in fear. He stood frozen in place, the only movements his trembling. But his stillness did not stop the rats from coming. He felt tiny pinpricks at first, then quite suddenly many rats were biting his paws and he yelped, finally moving. He screeched and the spell was broken; rearing back on his hind legs he whirled around and sprinted out of the ship. He crashed into Devilsoul, shaking.
Devilsoul picked himself up off the ground, took one look at Shallowpool, still covered in a few rats, and went inside quickly. He leapt to where he thought Zacky was, colliding with him, and then began trying to fight off the rats...in the dark.
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Post by ripped. on Mar 29, 2009 15:17:39 GMT -5
Zacky was aware that Shallowpool got out, and this made his fur stand on end even more, if at all possible; he was alone with a bunch of rats, blindly swiping and biting, nicking himself sometimes instead of hitting his target, the rats. He felt another body collide with him, and he scrambled to get back onto his paws. "Devilsoul? Rippedwhisker?" Zacky wasn't sure who it was, but he was thankful someone else was in there with him, sort of. He felt little claws and teeth dig into his flesh again, and he whirled around, trying to shake the rodents off.
"Shallowpool, are you alright?" Rippedwhisker rubbed her cheek against the warrior's briefly in an attempt to calm him, letting him know there was another cat with him. "Shallowpool, talk to me, are you okay?" her yellow audits searched his, seeing terror reflected back at her. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Amber on Mar 29, 2009 15:29:37 GMT -5
Devilsoul scrambled to stand as he continued to fight off the rats, trying his best to aid his Clanmate. He growled at the rats, clawing and biting at them, but there were just too many! They started to swarm up his paws and he bit back the urge to shriek, instead running to ram himself into the wall. When he did, the rats fell to the ground. Taking advantage of the few moments, he sprang to land on top of any rats that were on the ground. Suddenly a small weight landed on the back of his neck, and he gasped. The rat bit down on his vein and he simply collapsed, not even jerking, a puppet with its strings cut.
Shallowpool sucked in a choked breath, staring at Rippedwhisker. He finally responded. "Y-yeah," he whispered meekly, jerking away as he rolled to the side. He got to his paws, trying to calm himself, and then dashed into the fray, trying to pretend the rats were just enemy warriors. ....Very, very tiny enemy warriors.
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Post by ripped. on Mar 29, 2009 15:48:23 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker stood there for a moment, a little bewildered by Shallowpool's sudden change in attitude towards going in the ship. She wasn't sure whether or not to go in, or stay out here so they have someone to guide them out. But when she heard Zacky shout, "Rippedwhisker! Devilsoul--he's not moving!" she dashed in. That cat was formerly her leader, and a friend she'd known since she was a new warrior, and she wasn't going to let that friendship go to a bunch of rats. "Zacky? Shallowpool? Where are you guys? And where's Devilsoul?" As she asked, the rats began crawling onto her, staining her white and black fur with spots of red. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Amber on Mar 29, 2009 15:56:59 GMT -5
Shallowpool felt his knees buckle as the rats swarmed him, whimpering softly. But then he forced himself to pull it together and rolled, shaking off his attackers. He rolled right into the paw of some cat; he couldn't be sure who's. What did it matter. Crawling off, he stayed low until he bumped into a cold body. Huh?! He recognized Devilsoul's scent and jumped to his paws, fighting off the rats that were now swarming onto the body. DreamClan, save us! he yelled silently.
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Post by ripped. on Mar 29, 2009 16:06:20 GMT -5
Zacky looked around blindy, and he figured if the ship is as old as it looks, with some force, it might break a little. He bunches his muscles, ignoring the rats for a heartbeat, and took off in a random direction, and eventually came in contact with the old wood. A piece moved a little against his weight. A miniscule bit of light peeked through the plank. He pressed hard, and he yelled for Shallowpool, "Shallowpool, help me out! I think I found a way to get out!" He ignored the pain of splinters getting into his rat bites, wanting to just get out of there.
Rippedwhisker, seeing Zacky had a method to get out, wanting to go help, but she stayed by Devilsoul, waiting for him to return from his moment in DreamClan. He still had lives from being a leader, as far as she knew, and she was trying to keep them from preventing Devilsoul's return to BeachClan. However, it was frustrating--defending her limp Clanmate's body, and her own against the little fiends. [/center][/blockquote]
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