Nightbrook for Contest
Nightbrook for Contest
Nightbrook for Contest by Taslin
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Okay, this is my contest entry for InvaderTigerstar's contest. I can't remember if it had to be a 'Clan' cat, so I hope being from a Tribe is okay... History below :D (Oh my gosh...even if I don't place at all, this was amazingly fun to do! And good, because this character is part of my comic I'm making, and it's always good to have background!) AHEM: Character, and Tribes are mine, but the whole Warriors idea is Erin Hunter's, so NO stealing! Thank you *nods*
Nightbrook is a swift black and white she-cat with green eyes. When she was a warrior of the Tribe of Raging Gale, she was known for her courage and boldness. Now she is in the Tribe of Swift Stars after serving her Tribe in the best way possible.
The large male eagle had been preying on the Tribes for seasons, and no cat had hope to be rid of it. It struck when they were least expecting it and they all feared they would be picked off one by one.
But one night, a warrior from the Tribe of Raging Gale went looking for the eagle. She grew angry watching her Tribe fear stepping paw outside the camp, until they became like prisoners in their own home, and vowed to put a stop to it. Her old apprentice, Scarletstorm, saw her sneak out of camp and ran after her. He caught up to her at a fork in the path and called out, "Nightbrook! Where are you going?"
The black and white she-cat turned and knew she couldn't lie to such a good friend. But if she told him the truth, he would likely want to come with her, or prevent her from going. So she told him, "I am going to do our ancestors' will. Go back to camp, it doesn't concern you." She knew the Tribe of Swift Stars wanted her to do this, and she wasn't frightened.
Nightbrook turned her back on her friend and kept on walking to the eagle. Scarletstorm didn't go back to camp like he was told. Instead, the tom silently followed Nightbrook on her way, using all his skill in stalking and staying quiet.
So intent was she on her mission, that Nightbrook wouldn't even have heard Scarletstorm if he'd tripped over something.
Suddenly, there was a great whooshing noise as something flew over the trees and cliffs. Nightbrook tensed her muscles and streaked forward, following the flying shadow. Scarletstorm had frozen with fright at the approach of the eagle, but as Nightbrook dashed away, he forced himself not to shake too much as he followed.
The monstrous bird finally landed on a large flat ledge that stuck out of the rock face over a deep, deep gorge. So deep, it turned to black before there was bottom.
The eagle was a terrifying and awesome sight. Brown-gold plumage with a fierce burnt orange beak, and amber irises surrounding a dilated black pupil. Deadly clawed feet perched on the grayish rock, and as he saw Nightbrook fly out of the tree cover, his wings opened wide to reveal dazzling cream colored and golden feathers stretching a foxlength on either side.
Scarletstorm let out a silent scream of horror as he watched his former mentor bound out to face the bird. He wanted to get up, to help, but his limbs were frozen in place and all he could do was watch in awe.
Nightbrook stood in front of the eagle breathing lightly from her sprint. She stood tall and majestically, her tail straight down and curled at the tip by her hind paws, and her claws unsheathed; gripping tightly to the ungiving stone.
There was silence for a few heartbeats. But then the black and white warrior let out a blood-curdling yowl and leaped for the eagle's puffed out chest. She bowled into it with exhilirating strength, claws piercing the feathers. The large bird screeched furiously and stabbed downward with his beak. It caught Nightbrook's left hind leg and she clenched her teeth in pain, but did not cry out. She flashed up with her paw toward the bird's neck and pulled herself up, lunging for his wing with her teeth. The eagle realized what she was doing a moment before she achieved it. He fluttered his wings like lightning and Nightbrook lost her hold. She fell to the ground and the eagle went a few lengths into the air before zooming back down to crunch the cat in his mighty talons. But Nightbrook was swift. She rolled to her belly and leaped away just in time. She turned to strike again, her eyes misting red with the power of battle, and the strength of defending her home, but the eagle was thinking easier prey would be much better and he started to lift up to fly away. There was going to be none of that for Nightbrook. Even though the eagle was hanging over empty space above the gorge, he was still within length to reach, and Nightbrook pushed off strongly with her back paws and plowed powerfully onto the eagle's back. He struggled fiercely and rolled in the air, clacking his beak over his shoulder, but Nightbrook still clung to his feathers pitilessly and dug her claws into his flesh. She dragged herself up to be hunched between his shoulder blades and hissed viciously, "Your time is over now! There will be no more of this savage blood-shed!"
And with those last words, the eagle writhed for all he was worth, knowing that his life somehow was almost over, and this cat was the cause of it. His right taloned foot clawed a deep gash in Nightbrook's side, and she snarled, but it only made her hold on tighter as she reached toward the back of the feathery neck, teeth bared.
They both went down in a flurry; a deadly mass of beak, talons... and warrior determination.
The eagle was dead before he hit the bottom of the gorge. Nightbrook was too, but as her body whistled through the air toward the hard, waiting, rock below, Her spirit flew upward, into the starry void of her warrior ancestors, who greeted her with the gentlest of nuzzles, and the happiness of those who are truly and finally free.
The brave warrior is still honored beyond measure by her old Tribe who heard the news from a numb, awestruck, Scarletstorm.
Nightbrook is a swift black and white she-cat with green eyes. When she was a warrior of the Tribe of Raging Gale, she was known for her courage and boldness. Now she is in the Tribe of Swift Stars after serving her Tribe in the best way possible.
The large male eagle had been preying on the Tribes for seasons, and no cat had hope to be rid of it. It struck when they were least expecting it and they all feared they would be picked off one by one.
But one night, a warrior from the Tribe of Raging Gale went looking for the eagle. She grew angry watching her Tribe fear stepping paw outside the camp, until they became like prisoners in their own home, and vowed to put a stop to it. Her old apprentice, Scarletstorm, saw her sneak out of camp and ran after her. He caught up to her at a fork in the path and called out, "Nightbrook! Where are you going?"
The black and white she-cat turned and knew she couldn't lie to such a good friend. But if she told him the truth, he would likely want to come with her, or prevent her from going. So she told him, "I am going to do our ancestors' will. Go back to camp, it doesn't concern you." She knew the Tribe of Swift Stars wanted her to do this, and she wasn't frightened.
Nightbrook turned her back on her friend and kept on walking to the eagle. Scarletstorm didn't go back to camp like he was told. Instead, the tom silently followed Nightbrook on her way, using all his skill in stalking and staying quiet.
So intent was she on her mission, that Nightbrook wouldn't even have heard Scarletstorm if he'd tripped over something.
Suddenly, there was a great whooshing noise as something flew over the trees and cliffs. Nightbrook tensed her muscles and streaked forward, following the flying shadow. Scarletstorm had frozen with fright at the approach of the eagle, but as Nightbrook dashed away, he forced himself not to shake too much as he followed.
The monstrous bird finally landed on a large flat ledge that stuck out of the rock face over a deep, deep gorge. So deep, it turned to black before there was bottom.
The eagle was a terrifying and awesome sight. Brown-gold plumage with a fierce burnt orange beak, and amber irises surrounding a dilated black pupil. Deadly clawed feet perched on the grayish rock, and as he saw Nightbrook fly out of the tree cover, his wings opened wide to reveal dazzling cream colored and golden feathers stretching a foxlength on either side.
Scarletstorm let out a silent scream of horror as he watched his former mentor bound out to face the bird. He wanted to get up, to help, but his limbs were frozen in place and all he could do was watch in awe.
Nightbrook stood in front of the eagle breathing lightly from her sprint. She stood tall and majestically, her tail straight down and curled at the tip by her hind paws, and her claws unsheathed; gripping tightly to the ungiving stone.
There was silence for a few heartbeats. But then the black and white warrior let out a blood-curdling yowl and leaped for the eagle's puffed out chest. She bowled into it with exhilirating strength, claws piercing the feathers. The large bird screeched furiously and stabbed downward with his beak. It caught Nightbrook's left hind leg and she clenched her teeth in pain, but did not cry out. She flashed up with her paw toward the bird's neck and pulled herself up, lunging for his wing with her teeth. The eagle realized what she was doing a moment before she achieved it. He fluttered his wings like lightning and Nightbrook lost her hold. She fell to the ground and the eagle went a few lengths into the air before zooming back down to crunch the cat in his mighty talons. But Nightbrook was swift. She rolled to her belly and leaped away just in time. She turned to strike again, her eyes misting red with the power of battle, and the strength of defending her home, but the eagle was thinking easier prey would be much better and he started to lift up to fly away. There was going to be none of that for Nightbrook. Even though the eagle was hanging over empty space above the gorge, he was still within length to reach, and Nightbrook pushed off strongly with her back paws and plowed powerfully onto the eagle's back. He struggled fiercely and rolled in the air, clacking his beak over his shoulder, but Nightbrook still clung to his feathers pitilessly and dug her claws into his flesh. She dragged herself up to be hunched between his shoulder blades and hissed viciously, "Your time is over now! There will be no more of this savage blood-shed!"
And with those last words, the eagle writhed for all he was worth, knowing that his life somehow was almost over, and this cat was the cause of it. His right taloned foot clawed a deep gash in Nightbrook's side, and she snarled, but it only made her hold on tighter as she reached toward the back of the feathery neck, teeth bared.
They both went down in a flurry; a deadly mass of beak, talons... and warrior determination.
The eagle was dead before he hit the bottom of the gorge. Nightbrook was too, but as her body whistled through the air toward the hard, waiting, rock below, Her spirit flew upward, into the starry void of her warrior ancestors, who greeted her with the gentlest of nuzzles, and the happiness of those who are truly and finally free.
The brave warrior is still honored beyond measure by her old Tribe who heard the news from a numb, awestruck, Scarletstorm.
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Category Furry » Animal art (Non-anthro) » - Mammals » Felines
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Category Furry » Animal art (Non-anthro) » - Mammals » Felines
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InvaderTigerstar on November 12, 2007, 8:47:24 AM
Um what color or type of cat is Scarletstorm?Taslin on November 12, 2007, 10:38:47 AM
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Hmmm...Scarletstorm's a...Dark ginger (almost red) tabby tom with gold streaks mixed in his fur as well. He has bright green eyes. That help? Heh, I've never really thought hard about it until now. InvaderTigerstar on November 13, 2007, 5:55:53 AM
lol yesh it helps I'm working on the background of your pic and I needed to add him in there so... yeah C:JamietheGuardian on September 30, 2007, 4:28:03 AM
Thats one muscular she-cat! Pretty!Taslin on September 30, 2007, 5:07:24 AM
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XD Thank you!InvaderTigerstar on September 22, 2007, 8:23:45 AM
Cool! ^^ Thanks! :DTaslin on September 23, 2007, 11:44:54 AM
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Thank ye!chaolover789 on September 22, 2007, 7:21:06 AM
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Such a adorable kitty cat! ^_^Taslin on September 23, 2007, 11:44:15 AM
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:DThanks!SoloAzume on September 22, 2007, 5:19:02 AM
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wow, she's pretty! *reads story*Tribe of Rushing water, honor her! ^_^- *wipes tear from eye*
Taslin on September 22, 2007, 6:14:16 AM
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Muchos gracias! :Dangelfox on September 22, 2007, 5:18:42 AM
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That is an awesome cat! >w<Taslin on September 22, 2007, 6:12:23 AM
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Thanks so much!