Games for the Clans

[spottedpelt]

Mossball

So I was thinking... why should Mossball be only for kits?? I mean if you look at us Twolegs we play games competitively and all that. So why shouldn't Warriors? I have feel the urge to write about it and I decided I want to choose characters who I was never able to RP into their Warrior moons. So here we go!

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[Round 1]

"Come on already! Hurry up! Oh! Silverberry's on my team!" A pale silver tabby she-cat was bouncing around on her paws as she urged her identical twin sister to get to her side. Her short soft fur was fluffed up in excitement as more cats gathered together in a large clearing.

"Hey, Wolfwillow! You and your sister on the same team?! That's hardly fair!" A young tom exclaimed though he was far from annoyed or critical. He was smirking at the she-cats with a good humoredly glint in his eyes. "Well then I get Comet-tail!" He said pouncing toward the other tom who was padding just ahead of him.

"Uh- Yeah! Sure!" Comet-tail said with a bit of a strained smile. It seemed that despite Kickback's rambunctious nature, the cautious and tentative Comet-tail was still able to be close friends with him.

"Let's make it toms against she-cats. What do you say, Mourningdove?" A black tom suggested as he entered the clearing throwing up a mossball and catching it with his jaws, as if he were tossing a mouse around.

"Your loss, Blackswift." His sister said with a sneer as she took up the rear and snatched the mossball from his mouth, before bounding over to the other two she-cats on one side of the clearing.

The two teams, she-cats and toms, bickered a bit back and forth as if they were kits once more. After a moment or two they all squared up. The she-cats had taken a moment to huddled together and devise a plan, which cause the toms to roll their eyes but flick their ears nervously.

The mossball was placed in the center of the clearing and each cat eyes one another with their tails twitching with excitement. Wolfwillow and Blackswift faced eachother with the mossball just a tails length ahead of them both. They lowered themselves to the ground and narrowed their eyes, daring one to make the first move.

In that instant Blackswift lunged forward and dove for the ball, raising one paw to swipe it back to his team, but just as his claws grazed the moss he felt himself being knocked right off his back and flipping onto his back with Wolfwillow grappling at his long legs ready to pin him down.

Silverberry leaped for the ball but Kickback was quicker and he swerved to intercept her, swinging his body to block her as he grabbed the mossball in his mouth ready to race away. Before he could take two steps he found himself pinned from either side with Silverberry and Mourningdove squeezing him between them.

With a muffled yowl, Kickback struggled to free himself but as he moved to jump up Silverberry tucked beneath him to tangle up his legs while Mourningdove reared on her backlegs to grip his neck and fling him to the ground.

"Kickback! Here!" Comet-tail raced to his team-mate with a wave of his long tail and a split second later, Kickback tossed the ball to him with a violent jerk of his head just before he was smothered beneath the two she-cats.

Comet-tail pounced forward and grabbed the ball, before quickly racing to the she-cat's side. He was fast and had nearly made it to the goal when he heard a warning yowl from Blackswift and he cast an alarmed look over his shoulder just as Wolfwillow lunged at his back.

He yowled in surprised and dug his paws into the ground, quickly breaking as he ducked down, feeling the she-cat fly just over him. He fought the urge to run in the opposite direction and instead he barged right into Wolfwillow trying to trip her up and throw her down as he raced passed. He was surprised when he found that it worked and that he had passed her, but it was short-lived when he felt paws wrap around his back legs, forcing him to fall.

With the two cats yowling and squirming against each other, their team-mates raced to their aid. Comet-tail desperately tried to defend the mossball from Wolfwillow's grasping paws and snapping jaws. He felt himself suddenly bowled right over as Mourningdove shoved him aside, grabbing the ball with her fangs and dashing away.

In that same instant, Wolfwillow broke away and raced along with Mourningdove who was quickly joined by Silverberry. The three she-cats ran for the tom's goal and Blackswift braced himself at their advance, having stayed behind to defend their side. Kickback was right at their heels gaining with every step, but suddenly Silverberry stopped and swung right into Kickback, causing the both of them to roll right off their paws in a tangled mess of legs and tails.

Mourningdove then threw the ball in the air and lunged right at Blackswift who faltered in surprise; that was all she needed to throw him back just as Wolfwillow leaped in the air, jaws wide open to catch to moss. She was just able to catch it and land, with a bit of a stumble, before running for the goal. With a triumphant yowl she passed the markers and whirled around throwing the ball up and bouncing around, her sides heaving.

The cats untangled themselves from one another and the she-cats yowled in victory with the toms grumbling under their breaths. "Lucky break." Blackswift mumbled playfully cuffing his sister.

"Yeah!" Kickback said grabbing the mossball. "We were just warming up! We won't go so easy on you now!"

[spottedpelt]

Steal the Prey

This is an idea I got from the Twoleg game "Capture the Flag". I thought it would be an awesome game to RP in Warriors and it could make for a very effective training exercise for the Apprentices. I came up with the name on the spot, so if anyone has a better one I'd love to hear it. As for my characters... I think I'll just pick out names at random... and maybe a few from a previous site.

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[1st hour of Training]

Mousepaw looked around nervously from under the cover of a low hanging shrub. He wondered if his mentor was watching but he quickly banished that thought from his mind; not wanting to get more nervous and self-conscious than he already was.

The young apprentice perked his ears and glanced around, wondering how his teammates were fairing in their attempt to overtake the opposing team. He twitched his whiskers and a wry smile formed on his muzzle when he thought about Buckpaw. The spirited ginger apprentice had enthusiastically called their opponents enemies, he also referred to their teams as clans... it was clear he was taking this game too seriously... or not seriously enough. But one thing was clear: Buckpaw was a bit of an eccentric cat.

Mousepaw stiffened and focused back on his guarding, all senses now alert... he was almost certain he heard movement of some kind. He swallowed uncomfortably and nearly choked. His nose wrinkled as he struggled to stay silent and reframe from coughing.

Than... she appeared. It was Meadowpaw! A cat from the other team- the enemy clan. The brown tabby apprentice watched as she hesitantly passed over their borders, looking to and fro. She was on high alert and for good reasons too.

Mousepaw frowned as he tried to figure out what they were playing at. This couldn't be a frontal assault could it? It didn't seem right... where were her teammates? Buckpaw and Coldpaw went together when they set about crossing the borders; wouldn't that be the most logical thing to do?

The young apprentice agonized over what he should do as he watched Meadowpaw pad carefully over the roots of a nearby tree. He glanced back to her side of the territory but could detect any others... she really must be alone!

He sniffed, finally coming to a decision. He'd capture her! That would be one less cat to worry about! He turned and slowly crept up behind her, waiting for her to get in just the right spot for his ambush, as he blocked off her retreat into her territory.

Just as he was getting himself into position to attack she looked one before swinging around with wide eyes. She must have just caught him in her peripheral vision. Her fur fluffed up and she lowered her body, her tail lashing from side to side. He could see her jaws locked together with anxiety and he felt a pang of sympathy. He knew she hated combat training, but this was a part of the game!

Mousepaw lunged at her and aimed at her shoulders with sheathed claws. Meadowpaw scrambled out of the way with a desperate shriek, but her hast caused her to trip on the roots and stumble to her side with a whimper of pain. In that instant Mousepaw leaped again and stood over her with a paw to her shoulder, holding her down but not completely restraining her. He felt confident enough that he could counter anything she tried and besides... he was worried about her.

"You okay?" He mewed under his breath, though his voice was a bit strained under the current circumstances. He watched as she shifted and groaned slightly, before nodding.

"Yeah... just badly bruised I think."

Mousepaw mewed in sympathy before glancing over his shoulder and taking a look around himself. It may still be a trap of some kind... but it didn't seem that way. He looked back at her and paused. "You realize I'm going to take you prisoner, right?"

Meadowpaw froze with an unreadable expression but than she looked at him and nodded. "I know I can't win..." She said with lowered ears. Mousepaw felt bad for her once more... she really didn't seem cut out to be a Warrior and it made him sad for her. He stepped back and lifted his paw, than waited before he nudged her toward their "camp".

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Just over the border two young felines stepped into view to get a better look and their eyes glinted in approval. "We were right! He fell for the bait!" Foxpaw said with a smirk, his lowered whispers filled with pride and victory, as if they had already won.

"I still think it's risky." A young she-cat muttered with an uncertain glance of her surroundings. "Leaving our side completely unguarded... and going right into theirs..." She looked backwards and almost seemed to be contemplating going back to their "camp".

"Hey, Owlpaw. It'll be okay!" Foxpaw said reassuringly, resting his tail on her shoulder. "We have to have faith that we hide the stick well enough that they can't find it. And I know we have what it takes to hold our own over there!"

Foxpaw than glanced around. "Come on. If we go we better go now!" He almost pushed Owlpaw forward as he urged her forward, wanting to get this started before she lost more of her resolve. He glanced around with alert eyes as they made their way over the border.