Post by Marrowbone on Jun 4, 2009 11:40:49 GMT -5
They had decided to come at night.
The clear Greenleaf skies brightened the shafts of the moonlight, filtering through the scarce trees and casting green shadows on the canyon. Shadows moved against the dipped walls, backs low to the ground and tails balanced warily. Eyes of DuskClan cats watched the sides of the stoney territory warily, most of them had never been here but knew what awaited.
A Tortiseshell tom stood infront of the small patrol, wide eyes gazed across the landscape as well. He had taken just seven cats with him, enough to show that they were prepared to take care of themselves but not enough to rouse suspicions of the Rogues.
Movement caught his eye on an upper ridge of the canyon. Ah yes, there he was, a yellow tom stood up there and was staring at the patrol. Scythestar knew Clopar would show up, though it looked like the Circuit wasn't about to come over and talk to them. Just sit up there and watch.
The group of cats moved into the open, kicking up puffs of red dust as their trotting paws churned up the Greenleaf-dry sand. Glowing yellow eyes peeked out from every cave and crevice, mixed in with whispering of Rogues who oddly weren't stepping out to confront the group. Scythestar heard a few of his cats mutter about this and he agreed; Why weren't the Rogues coming out? Wait... Were those purple eyes he spied peeking out from behind a boulder?
Suddenly something smacked straight into Scythestar's shoulder and he went tumbling forward in a cloud of dust. The patrol of DuskClan cats hissed and jumped forward, and found as the dust cleared Scythestar pinning the attacking Rogue to the ground with a paw on her shoulder. The Rogue tortiseshell wriggled and spat, shouting out, "Woi I aughtta rip out yer filthy Clanner livers an' wear 'em as hats just showin' up 'ere liken you guys own dah place un prancin' 'bout juss uninvin'ted un all dat!"
Scythestar looked over at his cats with a confused expression, mouthing silently, "Can you understand what she's saying?"
Meanwhile, up on the ridge of the canyon, the Circuit cats that had been watching the DuskClan cats were laughing their tails off.
"Oi Jackle, wotcher out or eel' use me cockney attack on use!"
(( Bad posts are fun! :D I need the leader of the Tunnel Rogues to come out and confront the Dusks. Anyone can feel free to play one of the DuskClan cats.))
The clear Greenleaf skies brightened the shafts of the moonlight, filtering through the scarce trees and casting green shadows on the canyon. Shadows moved against the dipped walls, backs low to the ground and tails balanced warily. Eyes of DuskClan cats watched the sides of the stoney territory warily, most of them had never been here but knew what awaited.
A Tortiseshell tom stood infront of the small patrol, wide eyes gazed across the landscape as well. He had taken just seven cats with him, enough to show that they were prepared to take care of themselves but not enough to rouse suspicions of the Rogues.
Movement caught his eye on an upper ridge of the canyon. Ah yes, there he was, a yellow tom stood up there and was staring at the patrol. Scythestar knew Clopar would show up, though it looked like the Circuit wasn't about to come over and talk to them. Just sit up there and watch.
The group of cats moved into the open, kicking up puffs of red dust as their trotting paws churned up the Greenleaf-dry sand. Glowing yellow eyes peeked out from every cave and crevice, mixed in with whispering of Rogues who oddly weren't stepping out to confront the group. Scythestar heard a few of his cats mutter about this and he agreed; Why weren't the Rogues coming out? Wait... Were those purple eyes he spied peeking out from behind a boulder?
Suddenly something smacked straight into Scythestar's shoulder and he went tumbling forward in a cloud of dust. The patrol of DuskClan cats hissed and jumped forward, and found as the dust cleared Scythestar pinning the attacking Rogue to the ground with a paw on her shoulder. The Rogue tortiseshell wriggled and spat, shouting out, "Woi I aughtta rip out yer filthy Clanner livers an' wear 'em as hats just showin' up 'ere liken you guys own dah place un prancin' 'bout juss uninvin'ted un all dat!"
Scythestar looked over at his cats with a confused expression, mouthing silently, "Can you understand what she's saying?"
Meanwhile, up on the ridge of the canyon, the Circuit cats that had been watching the DuskClan cats were laughing their tails off.
"Oi Jackle, wotcher out or eel' use me cockney attack on use!"
(( Bad posts are fun! :D I need the leader of the Tunnel Rogues to come out and confront the Dusks. Anyone can feel free to play one of the DuskClan cats.))