Marlowe

The Rise of WillowClan

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Wolf

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Brrr. It's freezing!

Wolfpaw cursed under his breath as he walked over a fallen branch that had toppled over a frozen stream. Frost gathered on his nose as he fought his way further, his plumed tail swaying behind him. The winds were somewhat harsh that night, and he cursed them too. Winter was very hard on whatever forest creature that dared to leave his den. Was he a fool to abandon his lavish life in his owner's home? Think about it, Wolf. Right now you could be curled in front a warm fire with a full belly, and you wouldn't have to worry about dying in the cold.

He shook out his pelt. He shouldn't be thinking about this-- it was far too late to go home. Even though his blue collar still hung around his neck, there was no way that he would go home. Wolf leapt off the other side of the fallen tree and walked into the forest. Here, it was darker, but at least he was more sheltered from the wind. He blinked, his bright yellow eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. There was a strange smell in the air, strong and thick, like a fox or other creature. In fact, it smelled exactly like cats. Could he have reached the Clan of cats that he was looking for? Wolf hung closer to the floor, prowling deeper into the forest. His heart thumped in his chest. If he was this close... then his trip wasn't for nothing.

@The Elvenqueen

The Rise of WillowClan

Awesome, I could set up Wolfpaw for you then

The Rise of WillowClan

Ah Wolfpaw is a loner atm, so I was planning on introducing through the story. Unless you wanna bump into him in the territory

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I would totally post again but I'm stuck XD

Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

At the appearance of Eclipse's mother, Skua had become much more quiet. He had roared and stamped his feet enough; he wasn't a mewling dragonet that had to be told to be quiet. Yet, his tail still lashed wildly, and his bright eyes blazed with fury. The two of them were very much being ignored. The SkyWing guards in the pulpit muttered among themselves, then split off to the dragons keeping watch over the clusters of dragons in the arena. They spoke among each other as well, and then they turned to the spectators and roared something. Skua couldn't hear their voices over the sound of the wind, but the clusters of dragons slowly began to take into the sky. Skua began to wonder why exactly the SkyWings were letting them go, then thought again. If no one knew where the dart had come from, then they had no leads. They would find the culprit eventually, though.

Skua eyed Eclipse when he was approached. "You can bet on it," he growled. Though, where would they start? The healers and the royals seemed to only be interested in conversing with one another, and the rest of the guards looked to only know as much as they did. Most, if not all, of them looked confused about the source of the poison. "Where do we start? The healers don't even know where the poison comes from. If they don't know, then who does?"

Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

This was almost too much for Skua to handle. The grief that pooled together from the spectating dragons was heavy in the air. Yet, alongside the grief and pain, there was a quiet rage that hung thick like blood between them. Eclipse was right. Whoever was responsible had just started a war between tribes. After so many years of peace and prosperity... he trembled, the mix of emotions swelling in his chest. He couldn't even bring himself to comfort Eclipse and his father. He wasn't related to them, and he only had a percentage of SkyWing blood...

Suddenly, Ember's body became still, and the smell of death quickly flooded the air. The Skywings all screamed and roared and wailed in unison. Skua ground his teeth together and snarled. "This means war!" he roared, quite literally bristling with fury.

The SkyWing healer, Cloud, ducked his head. "Did... did no one see anything?"

"The dart came out of nowhere..." one of the SkyWing guards whimpered.

Skua's scales felt like needles. "We need to find whoever is responsible, whatever it takes. We're wasting our time hanging our heads and feeling sorry for ourselves!"

Most of the SkyWings glared at him, but Cloud shook his head. "It may prove more difficult than we think."

"Why?"

Cloud carefully lifted the sharp object that had struck Ember. It was covered in blood, but there was something else there. Something waxy black was splotched over the dart, and Skua wrinkled his nose.

"This is unlike any poison I've ever seen before. It's not SandWing venom, and it's not dragonbite viper venom... and look, it's eaten the scales around the puncture wound on Ember's neck."

Skua craned his neck to look closer. Cloud was right. Ember's scales had twisted and deformed among the blood, as if they had begun to melt off her body.

"Then we have no exact way of knowing where the poison came from..." Skua muttered.

Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

Skua was getting more and more aggravated by the minute. The SkyWing guards flapped about, shoving back against the dragons that wanted to escape. His eyes flicked about the crowd; he couldn't find any suspicious dragons in this mess, no guilty or pleased faces that flashed among the bewildered ones. He caught sight of dragons with eyes filled with tears of panic, fear, and confusion. How many had families they were wondering about? How many of them were separated from their loved ones in this chaos? Skua awaited another attack, another flying dart that soared towards the other members of royalty. But none came. It seemed that their assassin had either blended with the crowd almost perfectly, or had fled the scene right after his attack.

Eclipse's words snapped his attention back to his panicking friend. A scowl crossed his maw. They were doing nothing sitting about. And Eclipse wanted to make sure his family was alright... "The assassin is gone by now. There's no way that they could do anything in this mess," he commented. "For now, we should find out if everyone is alright!" Though, judging from all the blood, I doubt the queen is okay.

He spread his wings, taking off into the sky. One of the guards moved to intercept him, though Skua snarled. "Three moons, I'm one of the queen's soldiers! Let us through!"

Skua wasn't sure if it was because of the intensity of his roar or his words, but the SkyWing blinked in surprise and moved to let them pass. Skua flapped towards the pulpit, landing among the fretting SkyWings and their royalty. Ember was still on the floor, gasping and writhing as her tail curled and uncurled. There wasn't so much blood, at least, not as much as he had thought. The healers on the scene fluttered to and fro, their eyes wild with panic.

"She's been poisoned," one of the healers hissed.

The largest SkyWing guard growled. "Then do something about it, Cloud!"

"I-I can't... we don't know what to do--! The poison's already in her blood, and it struck an artery..."

Skua's blood froze over like the coldest tundra. He whirled his head around to face Eclipse. "Poison," he hissed. There were many types of poison in the world, ranging from SandWing venom to dragonbite viper venom. Though, even he knew that, once the poison hit the blood, there was little one can do. And if it hit a vital point on one's body...

The Rise of WillowClan

@Eklispe I tagged you in my previous post, but I messed up the tag. Sorry!

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Redleap

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It was hard to remember where all of the daylight hours went during her time completing Clan chores. Redleap was one of the warriors that was able to come back from a good hunt. From her jaws hung a rabbit-- a full sized one, of course, but it was very much thin and its fur had been bedraggled and dull. It also didn't sprint away from her as fast as it should have. At least she actually caught it, and that meant a full belly for a cat or two. She came into camp just in time to hear Fernstar's announcement. StarClan had finally shown themselves to Blackpelt? Her ear flicked. She wasn't a big fan of the possibility of being watched by her starry ancestors, though, judging from how everyone acted, the Clan was content with the news. Nine lives certainly felt like a long, long time. Redleap hoped that Fernstar would be able to handle it.

She walked towards the freshkill pile, placing the rabbit near the bottom, where the apprentices could retrieve it without much difficulty. Her amber eyes drifted across the clearing. Upon the sight of Brambletail, she approached him, swaying her tail behind her as she held her head up high. Brambletail-- just the cat she was looking for.

"Brambletail, you look well," she greeted with a dip of her head. "I know you might be busy at the moment, but I wanted to let you know before I forgot. I caught a strange smell at the border. Not fox, but of another cat. It's quite fresh, too. Do you think it might be a threat?" she asked him, looking at him with expectant eyes.

@Eklispe

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Redleap

Name:
Redleap

Gender:
Female

Age:
49 moons

Rank:
Warrior

Personality:
Redleap tries her hardest to be friendly, though sometimes her patience runs a little thin, especially with apprentices. She is fiercely loyal to WillowClan and is a no-nonsense she-cat; she bristles at any sign of laziness from others and takes her duty as a warrior very seriously. Despite her somewhat aloof exterior, she is actually quite timid and awkward when it comes to personal interactions. She tends to overthink things-- the only thing she doesn't overthink is hunting, and her natural skill of stalking and leaping upon unsuspecting prey is what earned her her name.

Appearance:
A tortoiseshell she-cat with a white underbelly and amber eyes. Her tail is a deep red.

Backstory:
Redleap joined WillowClan as a rather young cat, slightly older than when most apprentices should be getting their "-paw" names. Because of this, Redleap was one of the first apprentices of WillowClan, and already, she knew she had a lot of pressure on her shoulders. She sought to make a name for herself, despite the fact that she had some trouble in claw-to-claw combat. Though, Redleap was able to overcome her obstacle, and quickly became one of the most notable warriors in the Clan. What she was practically famous for, however, was her hunting technique.

Redleap once had an apprentice-- a she-cat by the name of Troutpaw. Redleap was very much honored by the fact that Fernstar had deemed her worth enough of having an apprentice, but such a feeling was short-lived. Unfortunately, Troutpaw succumbed to greencough one specifically harsh winter, and due to this, Redleap hasn't been able to see young cats the same way.

Mate:
N/A

Kits:
N/A

Wolfpaw

Name:
Wolf -> Wolfpaw

Gender:
Male

Age:
9 moons

Rank:
Loner -> Medicine cat apprentice

Personality:
Somewhat silly and laid back, but cunning and conniving as well. Wolf always has something to say; he isn't afraid to speak his mind, even to cats that are older than him. He's an avid gossiper and very much nosy. Though, Wolfpaw doesn't mean any harm. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue and somewhat of a sassy attitude, but everything he does is in the best interest for his Clan. He's very intelligent when it comes to the different types of herbs, and knows how to work side by side with Blackpelt almost effortlessly.

Appearance:
A light blue-gray tom whose fur is darker at his tail, ears, and face. Has sharp, yellow eyes, and his tail is plumed.

Backstory:
Wolf started off as a kittypet that had escaped his home in search of something... well, better than eating dry pellets and having to deal with a collar the whole day. Luckily for him, there was hardly a time when he had to put his strength to the test against other cats for survival. He usually waited for smaller cats to catch something for prey and then chase them off, or laid in wait for ambushes on cats who might have been tracking him down. Even then, he wished he had something more to worry about. He craved company, so he traveled deeper into the wilds after hearing talk about a group of cats that dwelt there. Hopefully they would be willing to take him in.

Mate:
N/A

Kits:
N/A