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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Jul 31, 2010 18:10:19 GMT -5
The wolves brought Coalpelt into a small rocky gorge that dead-ended into a sort of hollow, with lots of little caves for the wolves to den in. The wolf carrying Coalpelt dropped him at the entrance to one of the caves and it barked out in a husky voice. A moment later, a big reddish brown female wolf came out, with three small wolf pups following. They yapped and surrounded Coalpelt with their tails wagging playfully. Each one was about the same size as a large apprentice. 3 more wolves came out of another den on the other side of the clearing, These wolves were grizzled with age and seemed to be like the elders of a clan.
The wolf that had brought Coalpelt and the mother of these pups were talking in soft growls and yip. They stopped, however, when 2 loud, harmonized howls split the air, echoing off the walls and magnifying the volume till it seemed that the sound came from the rocks themselves. all of the wolves turned to see a muscular steel-grey male, and a reddish-grey female sitting side-by-side on the ledge. Two wolves on the other side of the clearing, 2 of the 9 that had attacked Coalpelt, his brother, Flightstep, and that loner, were rolling around in the midst of a play fight, much like warriors would do in the middle of the day to practice their fighting skills. One, the bigger of the two was standing over the other, with her lips drawn back in a vicious, real snarl. Obviously, the hierarchy for power didn't stop with wolves at the beta. Each wolf in the pack had a specific rank, they each had supremacy over another wolf, except for a small, lanky wolf that came out of the den beneath the two leaders. The fighting wolves broke apart and sat up when the howls finished.
A moment of complete silence followed, before the male wolf opened his jaws, and began to speak to the wolves. A series of growls, snarls and barks escaped his lips. The female at his side looked at Coalpelt and wink a little. She leaped down from the ledge and came over to him. a good-natured, easy-going lope in her walk. She seemed kind and gentle, and she stopped only to lick the head of one of the pups, before she sat down beside the cat. She looked down at him, and spoke. Coalpelt would be able to understand her.
"Fern I am. Alarmed you should be not, Mean harm we not. Well, at least- I don't." She said, her accent in cat was bad, but he'd get the gist of what she said.
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Post by Flamey on Aug 2, 2010 8:50:43 GMT -5
Coalpelt struggled against the jaws of the wolf carrying him. He kicked and scratched, but hardly any on those reached it, and the ones that did didn't seem to bother the wolf at all. Through his struggling, he kept his eyes open, committing to memory the path they passed to get to the wolves' den, in case he got a chance to escape. But when he finally arrived at the wolves' camp, his heart sank. All around wolves walked, carrying along with their daily tasks. Some glanced at him, all of them sharing the same expression of disgust, but paid no more attention after that. Hissing at the pups that surrounded him, he backed away slowly from them. He wanted nothing to do with these disgusting creatures. He watched the two wolves who were having a play fight, studying the way they fought. If he ever got out of that place, they would be able to use that to their advantage, though the chances were small that he'd ever see AshClan again, or any other clan for that matter. He a female wolf's eyes met, and he was surprised when she winked at him, much more when she made her way towards him. The biggest surprise came when she spoke. Although her usage of words was wrong, he understood most of what she said. He had never seen any other animal do that. He was so shocked that he forgot to speak for a moment, but after a few seconds, he shook his head and opened his mouth. "What..." his voice trailed off, unsure what to ask, and if he could trust her to answer truthfully.
ooc: I'd make it longer but I have four tests tomorrow D: sorriez... [/size]
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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Aug 2, 2010 12:12:54 GMT -5
The female chortled and then bent down to speak more to this cat that seemed to be bewildered by her speech. "Accent bad, I know. But bigger problems there are. Home gone. Den gone. Things coming bad. Run we have. Choice we had not. Pups not fight. Little they are. Weak they are. Big they grow. Time, we have not. Searching territory for Home. Make Den new. Make Den Big. Big den. Safe pups. Chase out cats if must." She growled. "Pups mine. Lokan good father. Wolf pack pups. Protect they will. I will." He'd get the gist of that as well.
Apparently, something more horrible than this wolf pack had chased the wolves out of their old home, and they were searching for a new home to raise this female's pups, and they would chase out the cats if they had to. Like a clan- The wolf pack's females shared the duty of babysitting the pups, and the leader of the pack was not one, but 2. The alpha male, Lokan, was the father of these pups, and the female speaking to Coalpelt was their mother. Being the leader of the pack's mate, gave her power over the pack, equal to that of her mate. "What call you?" She asked, suddenly. "Ashe, I am."
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Post by Flamey on Aug 3, 2010 9:18:12 GMT -5
Coalpelt did not know what to make of the she-wolf. He found that if he listened very well, he could understand more of what she said, though some things were better left unsaid. If they ran, then that means something bigger and badder had driven them from their previous home. He didn't want to think about the creature that made these wolves run. He felt his fur bristle when he heard that they would chase out the cats if needed. They wouldn't possibly dare chase out all the cats from all the clans? They weren't invincible... unless.... unless they were planning to attack one clan at a time! It was a good plan, if they made sure that none of the other clans found out before they attacked, they might just be able to pull it off. He could never imagine clan territory occupied by... by these beasts. How could she say that she meant no harm? Isn't chasing others out of their territories harm? He felt a sudden flash of anger, accompanied by fierce determination. He had to get out of here and rally the clans... or he'd die trying.
"Coalpelt." he tried to sound frightened and scared. Maybe they would drop down their guard enough, allowing him a chance to escape. It was a small source of hope, but it was all he had. [/size]
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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Aug 3, 2010 11:03:17 GMT -5
Ashe turned her piercing yellow eyes on him. "Lokan say: 'Rally our fighting spirit, For good home we find. Near field of Blaze Plants it is. Familiar scent of cat that ran away there is. Find her. Kill her. Cats cause pup death. Vengance for our loss. Destroy her Clan, we have. All cats dead- save her.'" Ashe looked around, before she fell into more wolfen speak, and her grammer changed again. It was actually better, though unlike catspeak, Wolfspeak was a lot more vicious.
"You are wondering why you were brought here? Cats know nothing of the pain we have endured... The terror that has caused us to run. You and your clans treat us like the plague, but there is little difference in the way we live. We kill to eat, and form packs that orientate around the safety of our pups, just as you do. While it's true that we sometimes kill and eat cats, We also work together to bring down much larger food. It is nearly the end of deer-run, and the caribou have yet to return. Food is scarce for us wolves, seeing as we cannot sustain ourselves on small game, such as yourself."
"Kali brought you here to be eaten, and trust me, if I had not come up with a small idea that might work, and that would need you alive, I would have crushed your skull between my jaws and left your body as food for my pups." She growled out, taking no heed at all to his frightened tone of voice. Wolves really were a menacing group of beasts, though some of what she said made sense. the clans and the wolf pack had a lot in common, starting with how they lived together in a group, and shared their food between pack mates. How they placed the safety of their pups as the prime priority, just as all the warriors in all 10 clans would do.
When the meeting of the wolf pack broke up, Lokan jumped down to join them, his bright amber eyes resting on Coalpelt with a hungry glare. He growled at Ashe, who growled back and licked his cheek. Lokan glared at him for another minute or so before he moved on to join in a play fight at the other end of the clearing. Ashe shoved Coalpelt into the den where her pups were sleeping and growled a quick- "get some sleep," before she moved away from him and went to go lay down beside her mate. Kali growled at him, as she laid down beside the pups and she watched him closely to make sure he wouldn't run away.
Inside the nursery den, it was dark, and smelled strongly of wolf, though there was a very faint scent of.... cat? Suddenly, a bright ginger tom cat came out from the depths of the den, he had white markings up his legs that looked like flames and his eyes were a weird bright shade of green. This cat was muscular, long-legged, and tall-tailed with a youthful handsomeness about him that would have made all the she-cats swoon back in AshClan. His name was Spitfire, and he had all the spunk and personality that his name implied. He batted playfully at one of the pups and soon the two were rolling over and over in a fun little play-fight, the ginger tom hadn't even noticed he wasn't the only cat in the den now. (OOC: I'll make Spitfire's bio later, I'm too lazy to do it right now, and besides, he's a minor character. I don't plan on using him again, unless he somehow follows Coalpelt to AshClan and becomes a clan cat. Spitfire was orphaned at a very young age, and he was raised by wolves. >.>)
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Post by Flamey on Aug 7, 2010 2:47:15 GMT -5
Coalpelt could feel his fur starting to bristle again. He wanted to snap back at her, but he didn't, because right now he was learning important information, and he might just learn a little more. Just a while ago she said she meant no harm... and yet, everything about her said otherwise. The way she moved, the way she talked... it was as if she were built to kill. They all looked like they were made to kill. True, they were doing it all for the pups, just like the clans and kits, but they would never drive out others weaker than them just for territory. Would they? He left this question unanswered, because now that he thought about it, he wasn't so sure about the answer anymore... He looked up and found the alpha male glaring at him. He glared back, putting in all the hate he was feeling for the wolf pack in that glare, but inside, he couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved. Relief swept over him when the alpha male finally turned away. He could tell that he wasn't alone in the den that Ashe had moved him to, and he realized that it was the nursery. He had a fleeting thought of killing the pups, but he knew he wouldn't be able to even harm one fast enough before the wolf who was guarding him killed him. He lay down to get some rest when he saw the faint outline of a.... cat? He was coming out of the den, and closer to where Coalpelt lay. Coalpelt stayed quiet, watching the other cat with unhidden curiosity painted on his face. [/size]
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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Aug 7, 2010 3:07:32 GMT -5
Spitfire tussled with the pup for a bit more before they broke apart and he landed right on the body of the other cat. Twisting around, he fell off of Coalpelt and let out a snarl of surprise. "Who are you?!" He meowed out in catspeak. Kali barked and Spitfire turned to look at her. He barked back and it was apparent, that this cat could speak the language of the wolves. When the conversation was over, the ginger tom cat turned back to Coalpelt.
"Oooh, a prisoner, huh? Interesting, Kali said it'd be alright if I wanted to tease you. Should I scratch your tail, or blind you...?" He was talking to himself and looking down on Coalpelt as though he were a wolf- obviously, this cat, whoever he was, thought he was one of them.
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Post by Flamey on Aug 11, 2010 9:09:20 GMT -5
The tom smelled strongly of wolf, but there was the faintest scent of cat somewhere in there. Nevertheless, it was obvious that he was no prisoner. He growled at the cat when he bumped into him, moving farther back. His thoughts were confirmed when the tom started barking at the wolf outside the den. Even in his current situation, he found it quite odd to see that kind of sound coming out of the mouth of a cat. As for the words he said next, he found them highly amusing. "Right. Like you could lay a claw on a single hair on my fur." he said, chuckling, just to prove his point. [/size]
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Post by Fallentear || on Aug 11, 2010 15:56:52 GMT -5
(OOC: I'll make Spitfire's bio later, I'm too lazy to do it right now, and besides, he's a minor character. I don't plan on using him again, unless he somehow follows Coalpelt to AshClan and becomes a clan cat. Spitfire was orphaned at a very young age, and he was raised by wolves. >.>) ooc- -ahemhem- You should definitely make a bio for Spitfire, cuz he can travel with the wolves to Blazeclan when they get there, and can translate between the cats and wolves, and maybe they can make peace somehow and save Lunapaw...
Huh? What was that. I thought I heard someone whispering. Eh. Oh well. -shrugs and walks away whistling innocently-
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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Aug 11, 2010 22:26:34 GMT -5
(OOC: I already did. >D) Spitfire bristled and spat in fury, swiping his unusually long claws at the space between him and Coalpelt. This tom apparently also knew what to do in a fight, and those claws would look rather menacing.
"Watch your tongue, cat. Else I'll rip it our of your mouth." He hissed, his ears were flat against his head and Kali wasn't making things any better. The she-wolf was huffing in laughter as though she were egging Spitfire on, her long pink tongue lolling out the side of her muzzle. Without any other warnings, Spitfire sprang with a screech of fury that echoed on the cave walls, skillfully, he attempted to ram his shoulder against Coalpelt's side to unbalance him, after slashing his wicked talons down on Coalpelt's shoulder. If his aim was true, not only would Coalpelt have the breath knocked out of him, but he'd also be bleeding from the shoulder.
Damaged or not, Spitfire leaped backwards almost as fast as he had attacked, out of the range of Coalpelt's retaliation. Spitfire fought like a wolf- repeatedly rushing in on his opponent, attacking to do a little damage, and then leaping out of the way. Though his attacks were light, Spitfire had been taught how to inflict the most damage in the shortest amount of time, always rushing in from another direction, to confuse his victim. It was clear that he wasn't being serious on Coalpelt.
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Post by Flamey on Aug 11, 2010 22:58:56 GMT -5
In an instant Coalpelt was up, claws unsheathed, muscles tensed and ready to spring at any moment. He snorted at Spitfire's warning, and when the cat attacked, he was expecting it. He was able to dodge the first attack, but the second one hit home, and he felt a searing hot pain down his shoulder. Not good, he thought. He could smell the stench of his own blood, which was now flowing out from the wound on his shoulder. Eventually he would start to feel the effects of losing blood, and he had to even the playing field somehow before he did. What he didn't expect was for his opponent to back away quite so suddenly. It was clear that the other cat wasn't at all being serious with him, and the thought infuriated him. Taking a running start, he leaped at his opponent with his claws outstretched and his teeth bared. [/size]
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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Aug 11, 2010 23:47:29 GMT -5
Spitfire was expecting this. Quick as an adder, he darted underneath Coalpelt's attack, rolled onto his back and kicked upwards hard with his hind paws, which would unfailingly hit Coalpelt right in the stomach. When his opponent hit the ground, Spitfire did not give him the chance to get up before he was on him again. This time, he stayed- locking claws and teeth with the more experienced warrior and pummeling his victim's stomach mercilessly with his hind claws.
Yet again, though, he leaped out of the way and let his opponent get up- just when he sensed the danger of retaliation. Purring with amusement, he circled Coalpelt, his hackles still raised and one ear bleeding, though his weird green eyes were ablaze with excitement. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...." He hissed, goading his opponent into a thoughtless rage was one of his tactics. Flexing his claws, Spitfire looked as though -even though he was hurt- he was having the time of his life. There were a few patches of his fur missing from his flank now, and the floor beneath them was littered with loose fur and blood.
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Post by Flamey on Aug 16, 2010 9:36:34 GMT -5
Coalpelt's eyes grew wide with surprise as the breath was knocked out of him. He fell down to the ground with a painful thud, expecting his opponent to give him a chance to recover, but he didn't get it. He clawed out and bit at the other cat, but his attacks got weaker as the little breath that he had gotten into his battered lungs was knocked out of him and pain shot out from every nerve in every place that the other cat's teeth and claws met his fur. When Spitfire finally got off him, he struggled to get some air into him. He knew now that the other cat would win, but he wasn't going down without a fight. The scent of blood grew stronger, and he knew that it was more of his own than his opponents, because he was already starting to get dizzy as blood continued to pour from his shoulder and the many other wounds on his body. He followed his opponents steps, blocking out his words. He had gotten angry the first time and it hadn't gone well for him. This time, he would think before he acted, though it wasn't so easy seeing as there wasn't that much oxygen traveling through his brain at the moment. [/size]
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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Aug 17, 2010 21:44:55 GMT -5
Spitfire studied him for a moment, then sat down and began to groom the fur on his shoulder, all violence from earlier, apparently forgotten. "You should... *Lick* ... take it easy. *Lick* I don't... *Lick* ... have the permission to.... *Lick* ...finish this. *Lick* ...So if... *Lick* ...you want to.. *Lick* ... die then... *Lick* ... keep struggling... *Lick* your wounds will... *Lick*... Keep bleeding." He finished, speaking between each lick, and straightening up to look at Coalpelt.
"And anyways, I think I've made my point. Sit still, shut up, and do what we tell you to do, else you'll regret it. Is that clear?" He meowed. Kali huffed, as though she were agreeing with him, though she looked disappointed.
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Post by Flamey on Aug 18, 2010 10:24:39 GMT -5
Coalpelt thought for a moment, which was a feat in itself when all the oxygen that had been meant for his brain had already been knocked out of his lungs. After a moment's deliberation, he tried to relax himself as best as he could and lay down on the ground, eyes still watching the other cat in case he tried t make a move. Eventually the flow of blood started to slow down, before stopping altogether. He kept his mouth firmly shut, refusing to have any further interaction with the cat. Instead, he thought back to the battle, analyzing his technique. Maybe there was some knowledge that he could gain and use in the future.
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