Fireclan's One-Step Plan [o]

[Adaline]

@rosa Redfoot ((Rogues and loners are welcome to invade this thread! No more than three, though. To my fellow FCers... Eheh... Decided to start the thread as they're crossing the maybe-old border, heading to the cavern.))

Brightwing had been chosen to lead this patrol to walk straight into Rockclan territory, to take a huge chunk out of their land. One of Rockclan's entire landmarks, apparently. Alongside her, were Redfoot and Rosetail. A patrol of three. She hoped they could take the land without much difficulty. She would fight if she had to... But she preferred not to.

She took a deep breath and took those first steps across the soon-to-be-old Fireclan/Rockclan scentline, until she was completely surrounded by Rockclan scent. "I hope it doesn't take long for the Rockclan scent to fade if we successfully take this stretch of land..." She muttered, before moving onward, leading her patrol of three towards Wolf Jaw Cavern. 

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Rosetail followed to the Rockclan border, holding her breath and hesitating before crossing the border. Even as a kit she had known better to leave camp, much less the clan's territory. As an apprentice she had come to terms with the land available to her. Now she was crossing one of those forbidden borders. Sure the order came from Oceanstar himself, but it still felt wrong. She cast a quick glance to Redfoot before crossing over.

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Her eyes flickered amorously from the boulder-cast shadows in which she lay, lazily but not carelessly, spying. It was a Fireclan patrol of relatively inexperienced warriors, save for one of them, who was almost an elder. Easy. She wasn't here for conquest, rather, intelligence gathering. But like all the Earth's wicked creatures; the coyotes, the jackals, the hyenas; she was a creature of opportunity. She would not pass up the chance to hone her skills on these yearlings.


These young, bold cats, upon which her gaze now fell? Haha! They were just playthings to her! Not threats. Toys. 
They moved into Rockclan as if they owned the place, feeling secure in numbers.
She could change that.

There was the matter of Rockclan. Her mentor had taught her to respect the cats of Rockclan, at least to the point of sparing them her murderous tendencies. They were Deathclan's historic allies, even harbouring some inter-clan blood relations between the two factions.
So, what right did the Fireclan cats have to their vacant land? The Fireclanners were a dirty and expendable race. They were neither smart nor resilient. Their only strength was their numbers, and that was credited to their murine reproduction rate.


They preyed upon rabbits, of all things. Perhaps the mice got too clever for them.


Uncharacteristically, her attack this time would come from below. Coated in dust, her discoloured and odourless body was indistinguishable from the rocky grey terrain which she lay flat against, her body fitting into a depression in the cracked ground. Her dust-flaked lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes to wait.


Pawsteps sounded and she could tell at least one of them would be passing directly over her, or within her reach. She unsheathed her claws and slashed at their exposed stomach silently, hoping the victim would inadvertently shield her from the others.


"Where are the wonderful cats of Rockclan today?"

[Redfoot]

Redfoot was the last of the group. Not that she was trailing behind, but she wasn't confident in Rosetail's fighting ability just yet. Her goal was to protect her former apprentice, and if that meant being last, so be it.

In her moons, she had learned the smell of DeathClan. She had hated that smell, for it only reminded her of her father. Suddenly, that scent filled her nostrils, almost burning them. For a brief moment, she shook the worry away. After all, RockClan had always associated themselves with that group of no good, dirty, useless group of rogues. Then, the scent hit her again. This time, it was much closer, almost coming from beneath her. Redfoot saw a flash of movement beneath her paws, and sprang into the air. Her belly had been just nicked by the DeathClanner's claws.

Of course, a DeathClanner, @icypool, was behaving cowardly, attacking where she could not be noticed.

"Brightwing!" she hissed, calling to the younger she-cat in front. The senior's claws came unsheathe, and she blindly swiped into the cracked ground, hoping to make contact with the lowlife that had attacked her. The thought of more DeathClanners rushed through her head, but she knew that they usually traveled alone.

[Adaline]

Brightwing had been suspicious of that foreign scent of rogue. Though, she'd been half-expecting to be challenged by rogues, so she hadn't fixated on it. It turned out to be a mistake.

She immediately whipped around, to see Redfoot had only barely escaped a rogue's claws. Redfoot had called out to her, likely to alert her to the rogue attacking her. The rogue even had the audacity to strike up conversation.

"I wouldn't know." Brightwing scoffed in response, as her claws had slid out. She narrowed her eyes and moved in front of Rosetail. Her eyes moved to where the rogue was laying in a depression of the ground. It hadn't been too difficult to locate the rogue, since it was directly beneath where Redfoot had jumped above. The senior warrior was slashing at the ground, in an attempt to get at the rogue.

Her eyes flattened, as she waited for the rogue to reveal herself in full.

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Rosetail's eyes widened slightly at the attack, and as Brightwing came around and in front of her, she stayed behind the older warrior but also stepped to the side so she could see and step in if need be, although she of all cats was not confident in her fighting skills.

[Loki]

fireclan's one step plan

((i was invited, dont worry))

Loki had been wandering around the rocky landscape of Rockclan, for no reason in particular. He simply just wanted to see if it was as vacant as everyone had been talking about. Apparently it was, or at least, he thought that until he heard the sound of a fight nearby.

His head wiped in the direction of the sound, and his eyes scanned the terrain for any sign of cats. As his ears pinpointed the position of the fight, his legs went into automatic and he flung off a rock and landed on the dusty ground without a thud. He raced across the land toward the battle, and didn't hesitate as he neared it.

When he arrived, the first thing he saw was Brightwing, a Fireclanner he had met not long ago. The second thing he saw was an old warrior, a warrior younger than himself, and a rouge he'd never seen before, possibly a Deathclanner.

Loki threw himself right in the middle of the fight, jumping off a rock from above and landing right next to the dusty Deathclanner, shielding the clan cats from her attacks. "Goldy, I would move if i were you," he warned, then he acted quickly, leaping at the Deathclanner and aiming to bowl her over. They would both go rolling if he succeeded.