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The eagle's cry rang out as Goldenfreckle's claws raked its legs, echoing off the red rocks around them and drowning out the yowling of cats. Another wing beat and they rose a little higher. Soon, it would feast! But once again, it was pulled downward by the pesky male clinging to its wing...

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The eagle lashed out, trying once more to grab at the golden she-cat. With a triumphant cry, it felt its sharp talons meet in her shining fur. Its heavy wings beat three times as it tried to lift itself from the rocks, hoping to take Goldenfreckle with it! (The Eagle hits Goldenfreckle for 3...

Troutleap looked over her shoulder as Songcall left, honestly a little surprised she left so easily. With a huff, she turned back to her apprentice, weighing her answer. "I mean, yes, killing it would solve the problem. And how would you do that?" She waited, nodding, "Soft points, yep. Every...

The eagle tore into the old flesh, sour and sweet from the heat of the sun. It too remembered the echoing hollowness that the famine had left in them as it swallowed the meal. Oh, but the mountain does provide, doesn't it? Its large eyes found movement, cats! It shrieked, thankful for another...

Despite the blood that poured from its wound, the eagle defiantly cried. It flapped its huge, heavy wings trying to keep the golden she-cat off balance but lost its own as the unexpected weight of the unnoticed tom appeared on its back! It cried with anger and threw itself to the ground...

She offered Songcall an ironic smile. It was more of a sneer, really. "Just fine, Songcall," It took every ounce of effort not to roll her eyes at the conceited she-cat. "But I guess, if you're looking to be useful, you can keep your eyes up. There's an eagle about, after all." She flicked her...

With the coming of the rains, prey had finally started to return to the red mountains and with it, predators. The golden eagle soared high, its sharp eyes scanning the sparsely wooded slopes with its talons, even sharper, twitching eagerly. Ah! There! Sighting movement, the raptor tilted its...

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Her tail flicked with annoyance as she plodded along the stony ridge leading up the mountainside. She swore, Tigersun knew how much it irked her to be interrupted while she was in the middle of something. But clan duties and all... She huffed, casting her golden eyes over her shoulder. Couldn't...

Troutleap and Songcall have been assigned to a patrol! The new mentor, Troutleap, decides that this is as good a time as any to see what her first apprentice can do! Our prompt is: MountainClan, Opponent: Eagle 1. Battle 2. Battle 3. Scent Identification (all apprentices roll 1d10, if they...

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With careful paws, the clan's leader gingerly found his way up onto the center of the Stone Circle. The sunhigh rays warmed his fur and the sounds of his bustling clan bumbled around him. With a purr, he called out, "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey meet at the Stone Circle for a...

Sunseer's tail tip tapped the ground as he listened to the impatient tom. He could smell the irritation on him, feel the heat of his swallowed anger. He was hesitant. A cat like him could prove dangerous to the calm he sought for his clanmates... But, it could also be a boon. If that fire inside...

The blind tom held his tongue for a moment as the once-loner swore his oath. Then, with a pleased rumble of a purr, he nodded, pleased with the large tom's answer. "Then we will find you a mentor who is willing. Tomorrow, of course. Come, it is nearly time for last meal," He stood and beckoned...