- Jun 8, 2022
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"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"
This is part two of the in-camp plot! The chihuahuas have descended- now those remaining are forced to drive them out. These dogs, while small, still pose a serious threat to any cat's life. Working together will be the safest way to get them to retreat, and cats still risk sustaining injuries (feel free to have your character pick up any scars, though keep in mind we will need enough able-bodied cats to push the pack out of the forest). While the clan won't face each and every dog in the pack they will need to chase off enough of them to protect the camp- we can assume 3-4 depending on engagement with the thread.
The remaining clan has been warned about the dogs after the prior patrol's findings and, at the request of Daisyflight, been asked to stay in camp. Other warriors etc are free to have been up watching over camp with her, however they will have been instructed to keep quiet in order to reduce chances of being found /which didn't work :,)
Kits are welcome to participate! Of course, as they are still young they can't contribute to the offensive however they are open to post about their perspective in the nursery- using nests to reinforce the walls, reassuring each other etc.
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The night air was drawn taut with frost, leaf-bare beginning to slowly elope with the forest's atmosphere. Daisyflight sat beside the curved bough of High Branch, tail swept neatly across her paws. It was hard to sleep, with the others gone and dogs in the territory, and so she kept watch. After reporting back to the clan about the dangers the deputy had forbade any cats from leaving until the morning when they would go out in a larger group and put their fears to rest.
Responsibility was laid thick on her pelt, a hefty reminder of her status. If Blazestar never came back, she'd be the one to take care of those left. She'd be forced to lay upon the moonstone and confront whatever spirits might exist there. As a ginger ear twitched with discomfort, the molly flicked off those concerns. That tom better hurry his hind back to camp.
A crack in the night tore her attention from musings, jade eyes sharp in their assessment of the tree-blurred horizon. Slopes of green, fern and bramble, surrounded the hollow. Across the way, at an angle from the barbed entrance, was a rustling clump of foliage. Pricked ears took in the sound of sniffling and erratic movement. Daisyflight stilled, limbs stiff. It persisted. The scent of cats must be too strong here, those mongrels have found us. A quiet, warning glance would be shot to all those out in the clearing.
The dog, or dogs, were investigating just above the elders' den. Her mind kept skipping to the nursery, to her kits. She had to get there. Terse seconds shaved at her composure, body low. A yip, sharp and biting, snapped it- the deputy lunged towards the holly bush across the clearing. Breaking the silence now, she yowled out "Skyclan! Up, up! Protect the nursery and apprentices- we need warriors to the entrance!" The words clashed with the crashing of coming hounds, their bodies bashing in the greenery around them.
One of the creatures broke through the frond-walls, its beady eyes wild and mouth slathered with spittle. Their frames were blunt, scrambling legs short, with wayward diamond ears. Any relief at their stunted size was bled dry as another rattled down the path carved by the first. It was hard to count their numbers with the cacophony of growls and barks that descended upon them.
"There's too many- drive them out! We can't take them down. Kits, drag your nests against the nursery walls, stay inside!" The orders were belted out over the noise, Daisyflight desperate to bring their clan together. Unsheathing her claws, back to the nursery entrance, the deputy readied for the onslaught. 'Just our luck' her frenzied inner monologue repeated.
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