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The old WC - A story
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I understood it vaguely, but only because I nearly begged Gerbil to let me in on it.
I asked Herbil about it a few times, then gave up because I was just getting more confused.
I had sooooo many ideas for it! All kinds of stuff written up.
Not sure what happened, too many people couldn't understand it! I barely did.
I understood it vaguely, but only because I nearly begged Gerbil to let me in on it.
I asked Herbil about it a few times, then gave up because I was just getting more confused.
I had sooooo many ideas for it! All kinds of stuff written up.
Not sure what happened, too many people couldn't understand it! I barely did.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Arlanda was settling herself in to MountainClan when Arrowrun discussed a supposedly urgent matter with Mosspelt.
She poked around the food pile, surprised by the sheer volume of the thing, and explored through the network of tree-stump buildings and warrior dens. These were situated in the boughs of living oaks, giant they were, split into quarters where different groupts of warriors would roost.
In one such area perched Arrowrun and Mosspelt. Arlanda could not help overhearing some of their conversation.
"They're back! Again! Someone has to do something about this outrage."
"They are rogues though, what can we do?"
"They SAY that they are rogues, but that could easily be a cover. As co-leader and protector of his camp, I feel the need to act."
"Do you have a plan of action?"
Mosspelt grinned. "As a matter of fact, I do. And you," she poked Arrowrun's chest, "are part of it."
"Me? I'm flattered!"
"Not really. You only have the surveillance job."
"The 'helicopter'?"
"That's the one."
(I have a sneaking suspicion this part is made up. I can't remember anything of the sort happening.
)
Arlanda was extremely confused by this point.
"When do we leave?"
"When we see them next."
"Ah! I get you now! We're going to bust them once and for all!"
Arlanda shook her head and retreated, thinking it better not to show herself. She backed away... right into the path of two enormous, puffed out barred rocks.
"Hello... honey," the rooster said in a sugary tone, smiling crookedly.
(Oh, I remember this part now.
)
Arlanda cleared her throat. "Good day."
He leaned forward, pressing his chest intop her face. "What's a pretty girl like you doing round these poarts?"
She stepped back. "I live here."
"Oh, you're one of these weaklings, are ya?"
Arlanda grumbled. "Don't insult them. They're mighty strong and could bury YOU in the dirt any day."
The rooster laughed aloud. "That wasn't exactly the case last time."
The hen snickered. "Oh, her expression when you bowled her over! What was her name? Moddpelt?"
"Mossfelt, more like. Folded right over like an old bit of cloth."
Arlanda snapped. "Shut up! Save your stupid wisecracks for when nobody's around to hear them."
"Ooh, a feisty young lady, have we here?" the rooster leered. The hen cackled.
"Someone should put you in your place. Down THERE," She pointed at the ground and moved threteningly towards Arlanda.
Arlanda saw her coming and took off smartly, banking like a shot and disappearing into the trees with barely a rustle of leaves.
"Where did she go?" the hen squinted, turning her face ugly, having paused in her tracks.
"Russet isn't going to like this one bit. An enemy she can't even keep her eye on." the rooster muttered to himself. The hen glared at him, but said nothing.
They turned to leave, which was when Arlanda saw Arrowrun gliding above them, tracing their path in the sky. Mosspelt followed close behind, on the ground.
I've decided I'm going to split this chapter up into several parts, because I've just looked it over and it's about three double sided pages long...
Arlanda was settling herself in to MountainClan when Arrowrun discussed a supposedly urgent matter with Mosspelt.
She poked around the food pile, surprised by the sheer volume of the thing, and explored through the network of tree-stump buildings and warrior dens. These were situated in the boughs of living oaks, giant they were, split into quarters where different groupts of warriors would roost.
In one such area perched Arrowrun and Mosspelt. Arlanda could not help overhearing some of their conversation.
"They're back! Again! Someone has to do something about this outrage."
"They are rogues though, what can we do?"
"They SAY that they are rogues, but that could easily be a cover. As co-leader and protector of his camp, I feel the need to act."
"Do you have a plan of action?"
Mosspelt grinned. "As a matter of fact, I do. And you," she poked Arrowrun's chest, "are part of it."
"Me? I'm flattered!"
"Not really. You only have the surveillance job."
"The 'helicopter'?"
"That's the one."
(I have a sneaking suspicion this part is made up. I can't remember anything of the sort happening.
Arlanda was extremely confused by this point.
"When do we leave?"
"When we see them next."
"Ah! I get you now! We're going to bust them once and for all!"
Arlanda shook her head and retreated, thinking it better not to show herself. She backed away... right into the path of two enormous, puffed out barred rocks.
"Hello... honey," the rooster said in a sugary tone, smiling crookedly.
(Oh, I remember this part now.
Arlanda cleared her throat. "Good day."
He leaned forward, pressing his chest intop her face. "What's a pretty girl like you doing round these poarts?"
She stepped back. "I live here."
"Oh, you're one of these weaklings, are ya?"
Arlanda grumbled. "Don't insult them. They're mighty strong and could bury YOU in the dirt any day."
The rooster laughed aloud. "That wasn't exactly the case last time."
The hen snickered. "Oh, her expression when you bowled her over! What was her name? Moddpelt?"
"Mossfelt, more like. Folded right over like an old bit of cloth."
Arlanda snapped. "Shut up! Save your stupid wisecracks for when nobody's around to hear them."
"Ooh, a feisty young lady, have we here?" the rooster leered. The hen cackled.
"Someone should put you in your place. Down THERE," She pointed at the ground and moved threteningly towards Arlanda.
Arlanda saw her coming and took off smartly, banking like a shot and disappearing into the trees with barely a rustle of leaves.
"Where did she go?" the hen squinted, turning her face ugly, having paused in her tracks.
"Russet isn't going to like this one bit. An enemy she can't even keep her eye on." the rooster muttered to himself. The hen glared at him, but said nothing.
They turned to leave, which was when Arlanda saw Arrowrun gliding above them, tracing their path in the sky. Mosspelt followed close behind, on the ground.
I've decided I'm going to split this chapter up into several parts, because I've just looked it over and it's about three double sided pages long...
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I asked Herbil about it a few times, then gave up because I was just getting more confused.
I had sooooo many ideas for it! All kinds of stuff written up.
Not sure what happened, too many people couldn't understand it! I barely did.
I'm sure it would've been good.
If you repeated everything you said three times.
I asked Herbil about it a few times, then gave up because I was just getting more confused.
I had sooooo many ideas for it! All kinds of stuff written up.
Not sure what happened, too many people couldn't understand it! I barely did.
I'm sure it would've been good.
If you repeated everything you said three times.
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I had sooooo many ideas for it! All kinds of stuff written up.
Not sure what happened, too many people couldn't understand it! I barely did.
I'm sure it would've been good.
If you repeated everything you said three times.
lol
Yeah, sadly.
But odds are it would have taken more than three.
And it also began to go in to some mystic magic stuff, everyone wanted to keep things more realistic. Chickens with wands....
That is one reason Ash's character was so weird. After the Code died, he just didn't really have a sound purpose and instead of being cool and mysterious he kinda turned into a hobo... O-o
I had sooooo many ideas for it! All kinds of stuff written up.
Not sure what happened, too many people couldn't understand it! I barely did.
I'm sure it would've been good.
If you repeated everything you said three times.
lol
Yeah, sadly.
And it also began to go in to some mystic magic stuff, everyone wanted to keep things more realistic. Chickens with wands....
That is one reason Ash's character was so weird. After the Code died, he just didn't really have a sound purpose and instead of being cool and mysterious he kinda turned into a hobo... O-o
Sounds good!
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CHAPTER NINE
"I wonder what on earth they're doing," Arlanda muttered to herself, tagging onto the end of the trail. Mosspelt followed Arrowrun, keeping her eye on the small hen all the time, skillfully scaling small obstacles that lay in her path - logs, rocks, ferns that were tangled up with each other, even a few small brooks.
Arrowrun was her eyes, those shapr orbs tracing the barred rocks like lasers. She was careful to linger behind, so as not to be seen, and make sure Mosspelt kept up. Eventually, Arlanda saw Arrowrun begin her descent, disappearing over the tree line and alighting with a small thump.
She could see Mosspelt just up ahead, slowing down to a walk as she peered throgh a clump of bush at what could only be another camp. The neatness of the place, the organisation of the trees gave it away. Arlanda sensed a peculiar air about the place, as if there was something hiding, always waiting for the signal to attack. She could only imagine what the chickens who lived here could be like.
She positioned herself under a bush to observe as Mosspelt stepped into the camp after the barred rocks.
"Rogues, eh?" she put a harsh, mocking emphasis on the word.
"We're only staying overnight," the hen said convincingly.
"I don't believe you!" Mosspelt snapped. "How else would you manage to keep coming back to bother us every day? Do you expect us to believe that you travel in circles around out camp?"
The hen coughed.
"I - "
The arrival of a dark shadow cut her off, and the two striped chickens turned around immediately to face a surprisingly petite, but ferocious looking red hen. Her features were immaculate, and she exuded and air of self-assertiveness. A white star-shaped patch stood out on her otherwise monoptoned forehead, and she stared coldly at Mosspelt.
"Welcome. I see we have a visitor."
"Tell your clan members to keep themselves off our territory." Mosspelt was savage.
"They have a free will to go wherever they want." RussetStar shrugged, bored.
"Are you telling me you are unable to control the,? Although with your size, I wouldn't be surprised."
Russet growled. Her hackles flared, and in the bushes Arlanda closed her eyes in disbelief. A fight seemed inevitable unless Mosspelt could keep her cool.
"What they do is not my concern!"
"But you, as leader, are held responsible, are you not?" She looked at the rocks.
"You have a problem with them, go sort it out with them. They are not even part of this clan," Russet yawned loudly.
"They're obviously living here now."
"They are guests."
"Well, drive them out! I won't tolerate having them within an accessible distance of MountainClan. They have caused nothing but trouble since day one."
"They are helpers around here, good to this clan. Now if you please, I have things to do. Escort her out!"
She beckoned over a large, mean-looking and very buff rooster who seized Mosspelt roughly. "You heard her. Out."
Russetstar chuckled. "Oh, Wissclaw."
Mosspelt laughed. "WISSclaw! I'd love to see if you live up to your name."
Wissclaw snarled, digging his talons into Mosspelt. "Shut up."
She fired up, savagely spearing his wing with her beak. "Let go of me. I can walk myself."
"As you wish!" the rooster spat, suddenly releasing Mosspelt and knocking her flying into a tree near the border.
A rock hit him clean across the back of the neck. Arrowrun had slung it from her perch, ready to defend her clan.
"Get off our territory! All of you!" Wissclaw yelled, retrieving the stone and flinging it back towards Arrowrun. Mosspelt pounced on him, driving him down into the dirt.
Arrowrun had sinced disappeared into the undergrowth.
(LOL, we all know what's coming next...)
"I wonder what on earth they're doing," Arlanda muttered to herself, tagging onto the end of the trail. Mosspelt followed Arrowrun, keeping her eye on the small hen all the time, skillfully scaling small obstacles that lay in her path - logs, rocks, ferns that were tangled up with each other, even a few small brooks.
Arrowrun was her eyes, those shapr orbs tracing the barred rocks like lasers. She was careful to linger behind, so as not to be seen, and make sure Mosspelt kept up. Eventually, Arlanda saw Arrowrun begin her descent, disappearing over the tree line and alighting with a small thump.
She could see Mosspelt just up ahead, slowing down to a walk as she peered throgh a clump of bush at what could only be another camp. The neatness of the place, the organisation of the trees gave it away. Arlanda sensed a peculiar air about the place, as if there was something hiding, always waiting for the signal to attack. She could only imagine what the chickens who lived here could be like.
She positioned herself under a bush to observe as Mosspelt stepped into the camp after the barred rocks.
"Rogues, eh?" she put a harsh, mocking emphasis on the word.
"We're only staying overnight," the hen said convincingly.
"I don't believe you!" Mosspelt snapped. "How else would you manage to keep coming back to bother us every day? Do you expect us to believe that you travel in circles around out camp?"
The hen coughed.
"I - "
The arrival of a dark shadow cut her off, and the two striped chickens turned around immediately to face a surprisingly petite, but ferocious looking red hen. Her features were immaculate, and she exuded and air of self-assertiveness. A white star-shaped patch stood out on her otherwise monoptoned forehead, and she stared coldly at Mosspelt.
"Welcome. I see we have a visitor."
"Tell your clan members to keep themselves off our territory." Mosspelt was savage.
"They have a free will to go wherever they want." RussetStar shrugged, bored.
"Are you telling me you are unable to control the,? Although with your size, I wouldn't be surprised."
Russet growled. Her hackles flared, and in the bushes Arlanda closed her eyes in disbelief. A fight seemed inevitable unless Mosspelt could keep her cool.
"What they do is not my concern!"
"But you, as leader, are held responsible, are you not?" She looked at the rocks.
"You have a problem with them, go sort it out with them. They are not even part of this clan," Russet yawned loudly.
"They're obviously living here now."
"They are guests."
"Well, drive them out! I won't tolerate having them within an accessible distance of MountainClan. They have caused nothing but trouble since day one."
"They are helpers around here, good to this clan. Now if you please, I have things to do. Escort her out!"
She beckoned over a large, mean-looking and very buff rooster who seized Mosspelt roughly. "You heard her. Out."
Russetstar chuckled. "Oh, Wissclaw."
Mosspelt laughed. "WISSclaw! I'd love to see if you live up to your name."
Wissclaw snarled, digging his talons into Mosspelt. "Shut up."
She fired up, savagely spearing his wing with her beak. "Let go of me. I can walk myself."
"As you wish!" the rooster spat, suddenly releasing Mosspelt and knocking her flying into a tree near the border.
A rock hit him clean across the back of the neck. Arrowrun had slung it from her perch, ready to defend her clan.
"Get off our territory! All of you!" Wissclaw yelled, retrieving the stone and flinging it back towards Arrowrun. Mosspelt pounced on him, driving him down into the dirt.
Arrowrun had sinced disappeared into the undergrowth.
(LOL, we all know what's coming next...)
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I'm sure it would've been good.
If you repeated everything you said three times.
lol
Yeah, sadly.
But odds are it would have taken more than three.
And it also began to go in to some mystic magic stuff, everyone wanted to keep things more realistic. Chickens with wands....
That is one reason Ash's character was so weird. After the Code died, he just didn't really have a sound purpose and instead of being cool and mysterious he kinda turned into a hobo... O-o
OMG that's hilarious.
I'd almost forgotten about Ash. At first I though, why are you talking about Pokemon?! o.o
Or chickens that could grow back their wings... oh wait, those were mine, weren't they?
I keep trying to write "Moospelt". My typing fingers do NOT like me today.
I'm sure it would've been good.
If you repeated everything you said three times.
lol
Yeah, sadly.
And it also began to go in to some mystic magic stuff, everyone wanted to keep things more realistic. Chickens with wands....
That is one reason Ash's character was so weird. After the Code died, he just didn't really have a sound purpose and instead of being cool and mysterious he kinda turned into a hobo... O-o
I'd almost forgotten about Ash. At first I though, why are you talking about Pokemon?! o.o
Or chickens that could grow back their wings... oh wait, those were mine, weren't they?
I keep trying to write "Moospelt". My typing fingers do NOT like me today.
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I remember wissclaw, and Arrowrun! *Fades into memories*
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