Post by KingHarry on Nov 17, 2017 0:17:53 GMT
Ain't no refutin' or disputin' - I'm a modern Rasputin
Subcontract disputes to some brutes in Louboutin
Act highfalutin' while my boys put the boots in
This was their first attack. Mothstar had promised his clan that he would gain them more territory that would support them over the coming leaf-bare, so here he was. He'd gathered a patrol of some of his strongest warriors - Hailstrike, Fallennight, Houndmaw, Smokegaze, Rowanfrost and more - and together they had marched off to IvyClan border.
The band of warriors lay in wait - crouching behind a group of large rocks as they patiently anticipated the arrival of an IvyClan patrol. As this was their first border battle, Mothstar wanted to make an impression. He didn't want to kill anybody, but he certainly wanted to hurt the enemy warriors enough that they would think very carefully about trying to take their territory back.
It wasn't like they even wanted to expand their borders that much. After all, IvyClan had to eat too, no? But a bit more forest would be incredibly useful for the MothClan cats and so Mothstar was going to get it for them. He was also going to get them a bit more meadow from MistClan's territory, though that attack would come later.
Thankfully, the wind was blowing in the faces of the MothClan warriors - meaning that there were alerted to the approach of the enemy patrol before they were visible via their scents. "Get ready." Mothstar hissed quietly to his clanmates, crouching in a way that prepared him for springing over the rocks and straight into battle. Anticipation was in the air so much so that the leader could practically taste it. This first fight would be glorious; he just knew it. His warriors would do him proud and the forest would never doubt that MothClan were a force to be reckoned with again.
As the IvyClan cats drew closer, their voices could be heard on the wind. They were chatting idly about the latest events in the clan, utterly oblivious of the surprise attack that they were about to walk into. Perfect. Mothstar allowed them to draw closer and closer, signalling with his tail for his own warriors to remain hidden, until...
"Attack!" The monster of a leader yowled, taking the lead and leaping on to the top of the rocks they had been hiding behind. He watched as his warriors leaped too - heading straight into battle without a second of hesitation. In that moment, he couldn't be more proud of his clan. They were strong and they were prepared - what more could he ask of them?
He observed the fighting for a moment longer before jumping into the fight himself, going straight for a warrior that he recognised from the recent gathering. They'd win this; they had to.