Better Run {P, Gorse + Stealth /Assignment}

[Deleted]

♥Jagged♥

Jagged glanced at Exampletail and Examplefang with cold, amber eyes. It was a small hunting patrol indeed, but it would hopefully be worth it in the end. In fact, the leader hadn't been on a hunting patrol in a long while because she was normally busy in camp. A leader's help hunting would be nice for a change instead of childish warriors and apprentices slacking around.

She sniffed the air, and caught a scent of rotten prey and SkyClan. Apparently, they were nearing the border which divided BloodClan and SkyClan. Jagged would make sure Exampletail and Examplefang wouldn't cross the border. Unless a fight happened to stir somehow.

The leader leapt over a metal can that she was about to trip on. Jagged was so lost in thought, she had been oblivious to the world around her. She was used to it though, as she was normally quiet during patrols. That is if nothing goes wrong.

Jagged's crooked tail lashed back and forth, pink nose sniffing the air again. She leaped back in surprise when something wet fell onto her nose. The ginger tabby shook it off, but the water droplet ran onto one of her whiskers. At least it dropped off her whisker after a long time of shaking.

She looked up at the sky, only to see that dark clouds had begun to cover the moon. Looks like a storm is coming... Jagged sniffed the air again, hoping that the water hadn't ruined her nose. Of course it hadn't, because it had only been one drop of rain. And now she could smell the rotten food more than ever.

The leader lashed her crooked tail one last time, then began to track down where the food was. Lately, there hadn't been as much prey in BloodClan. So they would spare and get every piece there was on BloodClan territory. Even if it was a baby mouse that couldn't even fill a kit's belly. It would still help them.

Jagged spotted the food and climbed onto the trashcan. "Exampletail and Examplefang. Please go hunt for some live prey while I bring this back," She ordered, leaping down to the rotten food. A plump sparrow, skinny vole, and three scrawny mice. It was better than having an empty stomach! The leader wolfed down one of the mice and picked the freshkill up in her jaw. Now all she had to do was bring the rest of it back to camp.

Rain pattered down on BloodClan territory faster and faster, until the streets began to flood. A bright light flashed through the air, landing a couple of tail-lengths away from Jagged. She dropped her prey, her jaw parted wide in fear. The leader's eyes were wide, the pupils shrinking and the iris becoming bigger.

She broke into a run, paws splashing in the water filled BloodClan territory. Jagged had no time to think. The leader would just have to rely on her instincts. She ran faster as another light flashed behind her. Lightning. Jagged looked over her shoulder and slowed down as to keep a steady pace. And without warning, the leader had ran into SkyClan territory.

The leader soon crashed into a tree, but was thankful for the shelter it provided her. Jagged's vision became a bit blurry, everything becoming slightly fuzzy and out of place. She shook her head, her sight returning to normal. It was defiantly SkyClan territory, and it wasn't any illusion or dream she was living in.

Jagged sighed, slumping her ruffled body against the tree. It was going to be a long day with all the thunder and lightning. Hopefully she could make it back to BloodClan camp before nightfall. After she rested under the tree for a bit, that is.

She almost jumped when she saw a pair of eyes in the shadows of the tree across to her. Jagged wasn't scared of SkyClan cats, just startled by the other cat's presence. Thoughts ran wild in the leader's head. Who is this cat? Are they the leader? What gender are they? Will they challenge me in a fight? What will happen?! She could get captured by SkyClan, which would be a very bad thing.

[Deleted]

Gorsehawk

The scent of rain filled the air as threatening clouds loomed over the deciduous forest below. Thunder roared in the distance as if it was giving the environment a warning as it approached; or perhaps it was a formidable battle cry, meant to intimidate. Nevertheless, it was still a decent distance away and left just enough time for one last patrol.

If it hadn't been for the occasional gusts of wind spurned on from the brewing gale, the tred through the mountainous, SkyClan territory would not have been so tedious for the pair of thick-furred felines. A huge, white and brown tabby with broad shoulders padded at the side of a corpulent, white tom. Their strides matched perfectly despite their opposing builds, and their path was recorded by their paw prints left behind in the snow.

The brown and white tom let out low growls each time a gust of wind buffeted him, periodically making snide remarks and complaints about the weather to his companion. His amber eyes held a wicked gleam as he trudged through the snow, clearly not as skillfully as his more adapted clanmate. The white feline seemed to glide above the snowdrifts, clearing them with ease.

"Stealthstar," the broken tabby adressed the cat at his side, his deep mew laced with irritation. "When I said we needed to have a private conversation about our clan affairs, this is not what I had in mind." His short tail lashed with a exasperation as another gust ruffled his thick coat, sending the hairs fleeing in all directions.

The tom was deputy under his companion, and as it was with all leaders and deputies, sharing clan news was simply a must. Gorsehawk needed structure if he was to make SkyClan great, and in turn, aid his leader in leading it. But despite his pleas, the ever aloof Stealthstar seemed to have no mind in the matter. Even now, when the young deputy had his undivided attention, the premier seemed distracted.

But Gorsehawk would be heard; and his former mentor and best friend would listen to him, even if he had to spoon feed it to him. "Firstly," the young tomcat meowed, falling back into step with his superior. "On the issue regarding my apprentice," he began, the mention of his wayward apprentice brought a sense of helplessness. "I was hoping you could offer me some wisdom. After all, you were a fine mentor to me, despite my faults."Gorsehawk was brought back to a much simpler time: A newly made apprentice, ambitious and reckless as ever, absolutely outraged at receiving the white tom as his mentor. Their first training session, where it seemed that the student was more versatile in the skills than his teacher.

Gorsehawk let out an weary sigh, as if the memories exhausted him. He felt as if he was finally paying for his sins. All the wrongs he had done by his mentor were catching up to him at last.

"He just refused to apply himself," He began his rant, frustration making his mew taut. "I know he could be brilliant if he would just try! I've never met such a lazy youth... All of our apprentices are fine young cats, eager to learn and ready to please their mentors. All but mine. And quite frankly, I have no idea what to do with him! Sure he listens to me, but the moment I turn my back, or so much as look the other way, he is off loafing around. I hate being so hard on him. I loathe it, truly, I do. I feel like I am crushing his spirit, a warrior's spirit if he would ever allow it to surface. I need your guidance, Stealth," He glanced at the snowy-white tom with pleading, amber orbs.

Just as the deputy finished his rant, a stentorian clap of thunder rung overhead followed by a brilliant flash of lighting. Rain poured down upon the pair of felines, the heavy droplets plummeted onto their pelts. Gorsehawk let out a hiss of pure abhorrence (he absolutely despised rain, especially getting his fur wet). With angry eyes, he turned to flash a baleful glance at Stealthstar, only to find he was padding under a nearby tree. Perhaps to seek shelter? Letting out a feral snarl, the large tom followed, ears flattened against his skull.


~~~~~
Assignment
Words: 727
Tagged: Lyfe, JaeWolfeh, and SML
Characters: Jagged, Gorsehawk, Stealthstar

[Deleted]

♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥

♥Jagged♥

♥ᏆᏣ♥

Jagged was getting cold, as she wasn't used to SkyClan's territory. The leader had only adapted to BloodClan, and not SkyClan. Her thin ginger tabby fur just made it all happen so quicker. Her skinny build didn't help either. The harsh breeze buffering her ruffled fur, the freezing touch reaching the skin and flesh. It chilled Jagged to the bone, and left her shivering under the tree.

The leader's amber eyes traveled to look up at the trees. The rows of trees that blocked her path to getting back to BloodClan territory. The leaves shifted as rain pounded down against them, allowing Jagged's fur to become damp. That wouldn't help her body temperature at all. She pressed her body against the tree, as if it were her mother and she was just a tiny kit. A small smile crept onto her maw as she thought about her mother, her family. Jagged stopped thinking about it, as she knew a lot of them were dead, missing, or in another clan. A sigh escaped her throat and she shut her eyes as if it were all a dream.

But Jagged was well aware it was not a dream. She could feel the mud under her paws, smell the SkyCan scent in the air. If it was a dream, it would be a very vivid and horrific one. In fact, it would be a vivid nightmare which would haunt her mind for the rest of her life. The leader wouldn't be able to shake it away, as it was terrifying and so realistic. The ginger tabby would think of it all as a realistic nightmare. Yes, that's what I'll think about it.

The leader's eyes peaked open, seeing the shadow sit down under the tree next to her. The eyes were bright under the dim and gloomy light of the thunderstorm. Jagged puffed out her chest and got up on her paws, amber eyes narrowing on the figure. She didn't says anything as it would make the situation worse and a bit awkward. The ginger tabby flicked her crooked tail back and forth, waiting for the SkyClan cat to react to her presence. Though, the cat might not be as sensitive to changes in the atmosphere around him or her. The cat might not be able to sense the quaver in the air that signaled the cat residing by him.

No, Jagged recognized the cat's frame. The tom was Gorsehawk, deputy of SkyClan. And she had heard him talking to Stealthstar, which meant trouble in Jagged's terms. If the leader and deputy saw Jagged taking shelter on SkyClan territory, they'd be furious! The ginger tabby would just have to reason it out with them, and hope that a battle wouldn't rise. A battle would mean mortal enemies. Enemies for life, and she didn't want that. All she wanted for BloodClan was enemies and allies. Not a huge threat like a mortal enemy. In Jagged's perspective, mortal enemies were huge threats as they would constantly attack and go at each other until one of them was dead. And the leader wasn't in the mood for a dying clan, nor an argument. But she would have to go through one, or both.

Jagged wasn't afraid of life, but she was afraid of death. That was her fear that she shared with absolutely no one. The leader wasn't afraid of killing people, as that was a different topic and action. But death, being sent off to hell for all her bad deeds. She wasn't ashamed of her bad deeds either. The ginger tabby so just didn't want to find herself in a pool of blood, twitching until she lied motionless. The pain of death was what she was actually afraid of.

The leader snapped back to reality, amber eyes widening. Jagged has realized what she needed to do, and she needed to do it fast. She sunk her paws under the sticky mud, raising her paws up and down into the disgusting brown stuff. Jagged began smearing the mud over her pretty, ginger tabby fur. It would cover her scent and help her camouflage into her surroundings. The leader despised the whole idea of it, but it was what she had to do.

She leapt to the ground, feeling the mud splat against her body. Gorsehawk and Stealthstar would probably notice the movement of the mud, and come to investigate. Jagged hadn't planned it out very well, which was part of why she didn't like the idea. It had to be quick and simple, with little thought into it. And that was what she had came up with. But the leader had no time to think about that, she had to dig herself deeper into the mud. If she went deeper, then they hopefully wouldn't see the rise and fall of her muddied flank. She tried to push her paws downward to push her farther into the mud, but... First of all, she wouldn't be able to breathe. And second of all, Jagged couldn't go deeper as the ground was right beneath her body.

Jagged shut her eyes, praying that she wouldn't have to open her eyes and find Stealthstar's and Gorsehawk's paws in her vision. The leader wouldn't have to experience the pain of death, she would just be questioned, captured, and put in a living hell. Why the heck was she praying if she knew what was going to happen? It was like she had the whole scene set out in her mind. Gorsehawk and Stealthstar walking over to the mud that had somehow shifting. Watching the rise and fall of the mud, then prodding her chest. Jagged didn't want to see the rest of that scene.


♥ᎾᎾᏣ♥

[Waffu-Waffu]

Such weather was perfect for Stealthstar; while he was heavier then most(it wasn’t fat because he of overeating, but because of an adaptation within the clan) ,he glided on top of the snow as if he was made of only down feathers from the fluffiest of chicks. His large paws were coated in so much fur that they acted as snow shoes, and he knew that somewhere deep in his soul, his Deputy was irked by the fact that he could move easier then he could. Yet, the stoic tom portrayed only exasperation with his newly appointed apprentice.

Stealthstar gave a deep chuckle and continued plodding along. “It’s now or never to talk about these issues, and I don’t need the others hearing our special conversations~ It’s just me and you now so pour out those feelings to me!” The fluffy white cat would kill to hear the younger tom pour his feelings out to him.

Stealthstar knew when he place Furzepaw under Gorsehawk’s care that the brown and white deputy would have a horrific time trying to get the youngster to do anything. Furzepaw was laziness at its finest, but yet, he held a promising future. He just needed a driven enough warrior to yank it out from him. It would also be a learning experience for his closest friend. He saw a bit of himself in Furzepaw too, and he perhaps thought that after dealing with a more inept version of his leader, Gorsehawk would be able to efficiently deal with the apprentice. Sadly, he was still getting used to the furball, and asked for assistance.

Something caught his attention from the corner of his eye; the movement was slight and perhaps Gorsehawk didn’t catch it, but the older, perhaps more experienced tom was always watchful, especially around theborders. Some took is as him being distracted and not paying attention, though, and it got him negative reviews from his peers. Not everyone was able to catch such subtle things, though, and he watched the movement from out the corner of his eyes, not saying a word about it.

The feline emerged from the trunk of a tree, a stupid decision on its behalf, and settled into the mud deeper into the territory. Such an action, perhaps unknown on its part, sparked anger in the male’s soul as it tried to hide. Nothing could enter the territory without his knowing without paying some sort of price though, and if his frozen nose was correct, it was an undesirable Bloodclan cat. He had to deal with this threat as soon as possible.

“Furzepaw is just like I used to be,” he said as he subtly changed course and headed towards the feline that tried to hide, “Lazy, maybe a little dumb, clumsy even.” Gorsehawk snarled at him and he just flicked his tail once in respons. He stopped for a moment at the tree it emerged from to get a good whiff of where it had come from, and he was right about its origins. “My mentor was horrific. He left me in the snow when I was a youngster, and would beat me away from camp later on if I didn’t catch anything, which was often. My mother wasn’t alive to help me, and everyone thought it would be okay if I died. One less mouth to feed, you know?” Stealthstar walked towards the mud holes carefully, not wanting to get bitten and possibly poisoned. By now, he was right ontop of the cat and pretending as if he didn’t see her below his massive paws, though, his claws were just peeking out from under the fluffy, snow covered fluff to tell the one below him that he was aware of her presence. “ So as long as you don’t be horrible to him, deal with him as you would have dealt with me.” With that, he plopped his rump down where her back was and made himself comfortable. He had nine lives to lose, so he could be reckless.

[Deleted]

♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥

♥Jagged♥

♥ᏆᏣ♥

Jagged couldn't stay in the mud forever. She would need to bring her head up for air at some point as her mud was clogged up with mud. And that was when Stealthstar just had to sit right down on top of her back. That didn't help her situation at all. But the leader was well aware her fellow leader knew she was there. Truly, there was really no point in hiding. If she did, she was as good as dead.

The mud-covered she-cat's head came up, gasping for air. Oh was she relieved and annoyed. And mixed feelings were never good to happen to Jagged. Mixed feelings meant stubbornness and rage. And she was more than pleased she was about to take it all out on Stealthstar. The SkyClan leader had sat on her. Sat. In fact, Stealthstar almost suffocated her under his weight. Jagged let her amber eyes travel from Gorsehawk to Stealthstar. Back and forth, back and forth. Rivals was the only word she could think of for them. As for Stealthstar... A bit more. Idiotic rival leader who likes to sit on intruders. Simple and effective. It explained him really well.

Claws scrambling, Jagged raced out from under him, leaving Stealthstar to sit in the shallow pool of mud. "What the hell was that for? I nearly suffocated! And besides, what idiot would sit on someone?" The leader demanded, furious at him. "Next time an intruder comes along, I suggest you simply do not sit on them. Unless you ultimately want to crush their bones into tiny little fragments. And the beginning feelings of it, I did not enjoy," She continued, lashing her muddy tail. Jagged had some humor, yet she was still serious. And beyond mad.

If she could, the leader would love to rip Stealthstar's throat out. But she couldn't. And she wouldn't. Jagged did not want to be challenging a leader and a deputy. That would mean death for her. Yet, the ginger tabby could defend herself. Using her skinny body, venomous teeth, and claws... It was perfect defense. One simple bite and they were injected with a pretty bad venom. Almost deadly. But if they got to a medicine cat before fourty eight hours were up, they would be safe.

"And I am telling you this now. If you come near me, I will bite you and inject you with a highly toxic venom," The ginger tabby warned them, blazing amber eyes narrowing. "Anyone want to try it out?" Jagged smirked, revealing white, slightly blood-stained teeth. They normally didn't seem threatening at first, yet they were very dangerous. Filled with venom to the top. And could easily kill someone in two days as stated before. So the leader would be surprised if one of them decided to go near her.


♥ᎾᎾᏣ♥

Might edit this and add more detail. :3

[Deleted]

Gorsehawk

Gorsehawk could hardly hear his mentors advice over the gale of annoyance brewing inside his mind. Not only was the weather horrific, but the two felines were being watched. Despite his preoccupied manner, the experienced warrior could smell the stench of BloodClan even if his nose had been chewed off.

However, the large tom could not pinpoint where it was coming from. The winds and snow made sure to keep the intruder's location a mystery. Had Stealthstar even scented the trespasser? Gorsehawk couldn't be sure; after all, his leader was acting aloof as ever.

Lowering his head, he began to sniff around, keeping an eye on his mentor as he continued to ramble. Gorsehawks eyes widened with surprise when he saw the thin outline of a feline form concealed in mud. He didn't need to look at Stealthstar to know the fluffy feline was well-aware of her presence too.

The proud deputy didn't know how he should feel about the situation. Amused? Ashamed or perhaps even envious that his companion detected the threat before him? Nervous? It was a well known fact that BloodClan wielded sharp fangs laced with venom. Though he wasn't entirely sure how potent the toxic was, he surly did not wish to find out.

Despite his thoughts, the young tom could only watch with morbid curiosity as his leader took a seat on top of the hiding feline. His amber eyes danced with laughter as a muddy head shot up from the ground like a sapling in the spring. He knew that unlucky trespasser must have been crushed under the heavyset tom's weight. Gorsehawk's gaze hardened as the feline's amber gaze bored into him. He could feel her assessing both him and his clan-mate, her fiery eyes filled with anger.

He took a few steps back as she clawed her way out from under the SkyClan leader. Her pelt was plastered with mud, so much so that he couldn't tell her original fur color. The deputy observed quietly as the furious she-cat raged on about his leader's methods of border patrol. But enough was enough for the short-tempered feline. This she-cat had no business nor right to raise her voice to a SkyClan cat, let alone a clan leader on their territory. She was was the one trespassing. She was the one in the wrong according to the Warrior Code. And yet she still had the audacity to tell her capturer how to deal with an intruder? Gorsehawk did not like this she-cat at all. Not in the slightest.

Unsheathing his thorn-sharp claws, the brown and white warrior took a step forward, teeth bared. "I suggest you think twice about threatening us on our territory, leech." The large tom snarled. "Even a pack of imbeciles would know not to stray into a SkyClan fortress; and here you are, a lone stray, challenging us," He lashed his short tail with contempt as his amber gaze traveled across her scrawny build. "This is not a fight you can win, so I suggest you give up the tough-kitty act," He sneered.

[Waffu-Waffu]

Stealthstar

A jingling laugh came out of Stealthstar’s maw, something friendly and warm that made him seem as if he was welcoming a new comrade, but his eyes, sharp shards of ice, were glaring directly at the ornery female before him. “Now what makes you think I didn’t want to crush your bones into little fragments? Silly kitten, that’s what I want to do to all visitors that shouldn’t be here, and you’re not exception to the rule, Bloodclan Leader.” His smile, soft and warm, dropped a second later, and his pupils constricted into angry slits. “I suggest you leave before I drop you into our caverns.”

Everyone thought Stealthstar was a moron, and that was a misunderstanding he would keep, as long as his clan stayed fed and healthy and his friends were free of any harm. He was intelligent, almost painfully so, yet, he was large, fat and he was friendly for the most part. Others mistook his kindness for weakness and that would only come back to bite them on their rears.

His tail, long with just the softest shade of gray tingeing it, landed onto the back of his Deputy and former apprentice. “Peace, Gorsehawk. If she is foolish enough to tell us exactly where her strengths and weaknesses lie, you shouldn’t waste your strength on such silliness.” His serious demeanor changed. “Don’t underestimate her though. While she seems like she’s putting on a show, she’s a leader, however poor she may be.” His pupils dilated a bit so they were welcoming, round circles once more and his maw quirked up a bit as he sent a friendly gaze to his friend before pressing his wide muzzle into his cheek. “I’ve got this handled. Besides, I need someone to succeed me if I die, and I only trust you~” His voice chimed once more, yet as his gaze slid back to the female on the side, those friendly eyes were replaced with slits and ice once more. His tinkling voice still rang out, addressing both of the other cats there, even as he stared down the smaller rival leader. “And don’t you forget I’m a leader that was approved by Starclan. They’re on my side.”

He turned his full body towards the intruder, blocking her way to his deputy, his claws still in their sheaths, but his posture clearly showing he was ready for battle if she was bold enough to charge. “Try to kill me, Bloodclan leader,” He taunted, refusing to call Jagged by her name, “You’re going to do it nine times. “

(Stealth can lose a life here, if that’s how it plays out. If a fight does ensue, remember that everyone has to have a turn and we’ll go in the order of Lyfe -> Jae -> SML, and be sure to mind your powerplaying and godmodding. If that doesn’t happen, then don’t worry)