Post by Rainstar on Dec 24, 2011 13:21:05 GMT -8
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There was a black moving wall of feathers inching closer. The sharp cries of the crows grew louder. River darted back into the den to wake her friends. "Get up now! Now!" she shrieked while jabbing her three companions. They stirred angrily. Oak was the first to rise. "Rivveeerr" he stretched the second half of her name, bitterness in his voice. "We get that you like to rise early-" He cut himself off once he heard shrieking and the shouting of orders from outside. The others had risen too. They foursome stepped out together: the crows appeared to not be alone. There was a small war party worth of cats running bellow the crows. Cats in the camp were quickly rushing to their stations, kits were huddled into the Great Tree, sentries stood at the entrance of the camp. "We better get to our stations too." murmured Rose. The group nodded to each other and split up. They had been given their assignments on the day of arrival: the veterans of the camp made sure to drill it into them.
3.
As River rushed to her post she bumped by Oak. She wished him good luck for he had the most dangerous job, Front Line Defense. He and several other cats, the biggest and strongest, would form a wall to hold back the advancing forces. She winded her way up the Great Tree to the highest point. Her job was greatly important, new members to the Rouge Camp usually weren't put into it. The other cats eyed her challengingly as she stepped into the leader's den. Sage arose from his moss bed and padded over to confront River. "Seems you are last to arrive, no matter." his voice sounded young and healthy despite the leader's old age. River and three other cats made up Sage's personal strike force. They were the best fighters in Sage's eyes, each selected by him. Sage led the group along a thick branch. He paused at the end of the branch and squatted down into a leaping position. He extended his legs, powering himself through the wall of leaves. The others followed. River was last to go, she was reluctant at diving into the unknown, but she heard Sage begin talking on the other side. She crouched down and tried to copy what the other cats had done. She crashed into another room. The floor was wooden, it appeared to be the interior of the tree. The walls were aligned with five sets of armor. Helmets crafted of wood sat on top of shelves carved into the tree. The other cats seemed to know which ones belonged to them. River padded over the the remaining shelf. Her helmet seemed to be crafted of willow. There were intricate patterns of waves forming the helmet's trim. When she slipped it on it fit perfectly to her head. Her ears poked out of the top. The helmet covered her whole head, but left the face open. A small strip of wood came down from the brim and ended at her nose. "This...is amazing." she exclaimed. The other cats had already put on their helmets. Similar in shape to hers, but there were designs carved on them to represent themselves. Sage stood in the center of the room. His helmet had vines and herbs carved into it. "Let's move!" he yowled. He lead the group out of the tree.
4.
The battle had already begun. The shrieking of cats could be heard everywhere. It seemed that the Front Line had been breached. I hope he made it.. River thought, thinking of Oak. The crows were dive-bombing the camp. Swooping in and out. Striking then retreating. Sage led his group out of the camp. Besides a few skirmishes, they made it out in one piece. River could not see the sense of this at first, but then she saw. In the distance of the field there was a small group of rather large cats. Probably the generals. she thought. Sage motioned for the group to get low and slink up to the invaders. It worked until they were about ten yards away. The largest of the three broke from the group and came charging across the field. He targeted one of the smaller cats in the strike force who River had learned to be named Mist. She had of course seen the cat coming and was able to dodge the large general's tackle. She seemed to disappear into the grass, confusing the tom. She sprung out again from behind him and landed on top of the tom. She slashed his back leaving a nasty gash before disappearing again. (finish this later..)
There was a black moving wall of feathers inching closer. The sharp cries of the crows grew louder. River darted back into the den to wake her friends. "Get up now! Now!" she shrieked while jabbing her three companions. They stirred angrily. Oak was the first to rise. "Rivveeerr" he stretched the second half of her name, bitterness in his voice. "We get that you like to rise early-" He cut himself off once he heard shrieking and the shouting of orders from outside. The others had risen too. They foursome stepped out together: the crows appeared to not be alone. There was a small war party worth of cats running bellow the crows. Cats in the camp were quickly rushing to their stations, kits were huddled into the Great Tree, sentries stood at the entrance of the camp. "We better get to our stations too." murmured Rose. The group nodded to each other and split up. They had been given their assignments on the day of arrival: the veterans of the camp made sure to drill it into them.
3.
As River rushed to her post she bumped by Oak. She wished him good luck for he had the most dangerous job, Front Line Defense. He and several other cats, the biggest and strongest, would form a wall to hold back the advancing forces. She winded her way up the Great Tree to the highest point. Her job was greatly important, new members to the Rouge Camp usually weren't put into it. The other cats eyed her challengingly as she stepped into the leader's den. Sage arose from his moss bed and padded over to confront River. "Seems you are last to arrive, no matter." his voice sounded young and healthy despite the leader's old age. River and three other cats made up Sage's personal strike force. They were the best fighters in Sage's eyes, each selected by him. Sage led the group along a thick branch. He paused at the end of the branch and squatted down into a leaping position. He extended his legs, powering himself through the wall of leaves. The others followed. River was last to go, she was reluctant at diving into the unknown, but she heard Sage begin talking on the other side. She crouched down and tried to copy what the other cats had done. She crashed into another room. The floor was wooden, it appeared to be the interior of the tree. The walls were aligned with five sets of armor. Helmets crafted of wood sat on top of shelves carved into the tree. The other cats seemed to know which ones belonged to them. River padded over the the remaining shelf. Her helmet seemed to be crafted of willow. There were intricate patterns of waves forming the helmet's trim. When she slipped it on it fit perfectly to her head. Her ears poked out of the top. The helmet covered her whole head, but left the face open. A small strip of wood came down from the brim and ended at her nose. "This...is amazing." she exclaimed. The other cats had already put on their helmets. Similar in shape to hers, but there were designs carved on them to represent themselves. Sage stood in the center of the room. His helmet had vines and herbs carved into it. "Let's move!" he yowled. He lead the group out of the tree.
4.
The battle had already begun. The shrieking of cats could be heard everywhere. It seemed that the Front Line had been breached. I hope he made it.. River thought, thinking of Oak. The crows were dive-bombing the camp. Swooping in and out. Striking then retreating. Sage led his group out of the camp. Besides a few skirmishes, they made it out in one piece. River could not see the sense of this at first, but then she saw. In the distance of the field there was a small group of rather large cats. Probably the generals. she thought. Sage motioned for the group to get low and slink up to the invaders. It worked until they were about ten yards away. The largest of the three broke from the group and came charging across the field. He targeted one of the smaller cats in the strike force who River had learned to be named Mist. She had of course seen the cat coming and was able to dodge the large general's tackle. She seemed to disappear into the grass, confusing the tom. She sprung out again from behind him and landed on top of the tom. She slashed his back leaving a nasty gash before disappearing again. (finish this later..)