I Was Waiting for my chance!
User Name: Dagger735
Warrior Name: Magmafang
Warrior Image: [X]
Warrior History: As the son of the leader, Foxstar, Magmafang has always wanted to follow in his father's pawsteps. As a kit he would always boast about how he'd become a great leader and make all the other clans tremble at his power. Also as a kit, he wasn't exactly the nicest cat. He meant well, but he often took his taunts too far. He was like this in the beginning of his apprenticeship as well. One day, when he was training with his brother Wildpelt, he just didn't know when to stop. His ceaseless taunts provoked his brother to attack him at full force, almost killing him. After that day, Magmafang vowed to stop talking to others like he was better than them. He vowed to start thinking before speaking his mind. Now that he's grown up, he still has the dream of one day becoming leader, now with the experience and wisdom one gets from becoming a warrior. Of course, he's always struggled to try and prove himself worthy. Throughout his life, he's tried hard at being deputy material, though he often fell short in hunting patrols, due to his hard headedness. This dream was even set aside for a bit when he fell in love with Shimmerflight and raised kits with her, though it was always on the back of his mind. Now that his kits are warriors, he is spending more time hunting and patroling.
Prompt Reply: Now's my chance!
That was the first thought that popped into Magmafang's head when Moonstar assigned him as head of the rat hunting patrol. Not something like
Who're the best warriors to choose? or
We need to kill those rats before they kill any kits. He knew that knew deputies were to be chosen soon, and he knew that he needed to stand out. He gazed around the camp, thinking of who a deputy would choose to go on this mission.
Finally he decided on a group of cats along with some cats that volunteered, including his daughter, Cherrybarb. Then, he led them out of the camp with a flick of his tail.
Okay, now I gotta focus on the mission. After pausing for a moment, he decided to lead the group towards the carrionplace.
"We need to find out why the rats are invading ShadowClan territory," he explained. "Maybe something is keeping them out of their home."
He continued to the carrionplace, keeping his senses alert for anything that could mean trouble. He caught some prey scents, but knew that now wasn't the time for hunting, despite the empty feeling in his belly. As he got closer to the carrionplace, the rat scent got stronger. He never would've expected there to be so much of the scent this deep in ShadowClan territory. It made him more sure that something was up at the rats' home. Soon they even found small groups of rats, which the patrol promptly killed.
We must be getting close.
Magmafang smelt the carrionplace before he saw it. Its foreboding shape loomed in the distance, carrying a stench that made the patrol wrinkled their noses in disgust. But this stench was different than usual, although no less putrid. Magmafang crept closer to get a better look and noticed something strange. Lying next to the carrionplace was a monster, and next to the monster there seemed to be twoleg containers of some sort. It looked like some kind of liquid was seeping through some of the containers.
Magmafang signaled for silence as a couple of twolegs emerged from the monster's belly in strange looking pelts and grabbed hold of the containers. They threw them into a ditch, then dumped dirt on top of them. Then the twolegs went back inside the monster and it took them away.
"Wait here," Magmafang told his patrol. "I'm going to have a look."
He crept across the open space between ShadowClan and the carrionplace and peered into the ditch. The containers were still slightly visible under the dirt, and the smell was very strong and very awful.
This must be the source of the problem. Then he noticed that plantlife around the ditch seemed to be dying, or already dead. Hurriedly, he rejoined the patrol.
"Those containers are the source of the problem," Magmafang explained with confidence. "Whatever's in them is not safe for anything around here. Probably why twolegs are dumping them... Anyway, I doubt that we'd be able to move them, and I don't think burrying them would do any good, either. Since the rats aren't just going to waltz back to their home with that stuff there, we're just going to have to force them to find a new home, or kill them."
He looked into the eyes of the patrol, filled with determination and readiness for battle. He grinned, hoping that this was the right decision, a decision that a deputy would make. He puffed out his chest and led the patrol back into ShadowClan territory.
"We're going to have to find where the most of them are living. Who here is the best tracker?"
A cat volunteered, and Magmafang fell back to follow him, flexing his muscles and preparing for battle.
I'll keep this patrol safe, and I'll make sure to make the wisest decisions, he kept telling himself.
'Cause that's what a deputy does. But deep down, he felt anxious and nervous, no matter how much he tried to deny it. Finally he caught scent of the rats and slowed his approach.
After a pause as the whole patrol readied themselves, Magmafang let out a battle yowl and charged. The patrol broke out of the bushes and attacked. Soon Magmafang was engulfed in the fury of battle, slashing angrily at any rats that came near. As he killed more and more, he began to forget to look after his clanmates.
Yes, another one dead! This will all be over soon! Moonstar's so gonna choose me for a deputy! He went on like this for a while, blood dripping from his jaws, until he heard a yowl that made him freeze in horror.
He whipped around to see Cherrybarb on the ground with a deep gash on her shoulder. A couple of her clanmates were next to her, keeping rats from getting at her.
Cherrybarb...
Magmafang rushed to her side, feeling cold with shame. In his lust for power, he had forgotten about everyone else, even his own daughter.
I'm such a fool!
"Cherrybarb, I-"
"Dad, don't worry about me," Cherrybarb muttered. "Just kill those rats, the clan is counting on you."
"I will never stop worrying about you," Magmafang whispered. Then he lifted his head and said to the near two warriors, "Take Cherrybarb back to camp and have Larksparrow take care of the wound."
Then he jumped back into the fray, rage driving his claws. This time, he made sure where his clanmates were. When one was being attacked by a whole group of rats, Magmafang jumped in and supported her. When a rat jumped at a clanmate's neck, Magmafang intercepted and killed it.
Never will I make the same mistake again!
Finally all the rats were dead. Magmafang stood with blood matted fur, still angry that he let his ambition cloud his sights, still angry that only a serious wound to his daughter could make him see how much of a fool he was. He signaled for the patrol to return to camp, but before the reached the entrance, he chose some of more unharmed cats to check areas around the camp to make sure there weren't still any rats hiding around, and led that second patrol, while the rest of the cats returned to rest. When he returned to the camp after killing a few stragglers, he looked around and settled his gaze on the cats resting in the medicine den.
I will always put the clan first, he vowed. He never wanted a cat to be harmed out of his carelessness again.
