SkyClan Territory

[Teza]

The small she-cat turned to Raccoonpaw, "I've doing well. I just been practicing out here on my own," she mewed. She then looked to Thrushpaw and knitted her "eyebrows", "Ok, you do Miss Thrushpaw," she turned back to Raccoonpaw, "Sometimes I think he worries about his pelt more than females do," she whispered to him.

[Raccoonpaw]

The tom shrugged, watching his friend leave. "Eh, to each their own," he said, then turned his attention back to Memorypaw. "Do you need any help moving from twigs to mice?" he asked with a chuckle. He then got close enough to whisper in her ear, "You know you can come to me if you ever need help."

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Okay we're in...I think I see the camp over there..."
"And you're defineatly sure there's no patrols or other cats around?"
"I've checked twice..."
"Then let's go in...FOR GLORY! FOR THE DUSK SYNDICATE!"

[Slash-GNR]

[Raccoonpaw]

The tom shrugged, watching his friend leave. "Eh, to each their own," he said, then turned his attention back to Memorypaw. "Do you need any help moving from twigs to mice?" he asked with a chuckle. He then got close enough to whisper in her ear, "You know you can come to me if you ever need help."

Memorypaw purred as he whispered to her. In return she touched her nose to his cheek. She then moved her head in a nodded state to say, "yes", to proposal. She wasn't sure if Thrushpaw was watching, but she didn't care.

[monfang]

( paxil your turn pal Duskflight )
Onyx walked around, now he had two down, more to come. Flexing his claws, he could sense someone nearby. This time he masked his scent, and he made it so he even smelled a bit like SkyClan.
"Hannibal, do you see anything?" he asked, still smelling the air.

[monfang]

( Spirited Darkness )
Jackson padded around, a rabbit in his maw. He set it down and layed, taking a bite of it. He ate half, then sniffed the air, and could sense someone near, but he shrugged it off, staring at the sunset. He wasn't an enemy, and has been known to help a lot. He's even fought off dogs away from the clan, and protected it, though he humbly refuses to be a member. It baffled some, but not him. He was lucky to have what hi did, and to be a warrior, in his mind, made him feel like he was pushing his luck.

[Reverie]

Scarcedesert sighs as she approached the freshkill pile..

[doghouse]

( Spirited Darkness )
Jackson padded around, a rabbit in his maw. He set it down and layed, taking a bite of it. He ate half, then sniffed the air, and could sense someone near, but he shrugged it off, staring at the sunset. He wasn't an enemy, and has been known to help a lot. He's even fought off dogs away from the clan, and protected it, though he humbly refuses to be a member. It baffled some, but not him. He was lucky to have what hi did, and to be a warrior, in his mind, made him feel like he was pushing his luck.
Lioncry padded along, her golden brown fur fluffed up slightly against the cold breeze that blew through. She quite enjoyed a walk on her own, though she felt that it would've been better to have had someone come along. Ever since abandoning their old home, and coming here, it was safer not to go alone, yet she needed it sometimes, a walk in quiet. The warrior sighed flicking the black tip of her tail and picking up the pace a little. Suddenly, Lioncry halted, narrowing her yellow orbs slightly. She smelled somebody who wasn't a SkyClan warrior, though they still smelled like the territory. She pricked her ears, and she moved forwards.

[monfang]

Lioncry padded along, her golden brown fur fluffed up slightly against the cold breeze that blew through. She quite enjoyed a walk on her own, though she felt that it would've been better to have had someone come along. Ever since abandoning their old home, and coming here, it was safer not to go alone, yet she needed it sometimes, a walk in quiet. The warrior sighed flicking the black tip of her tail and picking up the pace a little. Suddenly, Lioncry halted, narrowing her yellow orbs slightly. She smelled somebody who wasn't a SkyClan warrior, though they still smelled like the territory. She pricked her ears, and she moved forwards.
As the she-cat came closer, Jackson finally turned his head to the direction she came, and saw her. The large maine coon, however, did not react, he simply turned his head back to the sunset, his orange orbs matching the colour of the sky at the current moment. He was not hostile, nor nervous. Many have come across him, most looking for a good conversation, others almost attacking him accidentally, it was nothing new. Breathing in, he exhaled slowly.
"Beautiful, ain't it?" he asked, his voice deep and gruff. He kept his gaze on the sunset, not turning to her.

[doghouse]

As the she-cat came closer, Jackson finally turned his head to the direction she came, and saw her. The large maine coon, however, did not react, he simply turned his head back to the sunset, his orange orbs matching the colour of the sky at the current moment. He was not hostile, nor nervous. Many have come across him, most looking for a good conversation, others almost attacking him accidentally, it was nothing new. Breathing in, he exhaled slowly.
"Beautiful, ain't it?" he asked, his voice deep and gruff. He kept his gaze on the sunset, not turning to her.
Lioncry stopped, having spotted the large, smoke black tom. She shifted uneasily, though she knew what she should do. It wasn't the first time she'd found a cat trespassing on SkyClan territory, although last time, it'd been Mapledash. She didn't make a move closer, but flattened her ears, mistrust showing clearly in her narrowed yellow hues. “Who are you, and what are you doing, trespassing on SkyClan territory? ” she asked in a low, questioning growl, though it was only her natural reaction, to question trespassers.

[monfang]

Lioncry stopped, having spotted the large, smoke black tom. She shifted uneasily, though she knew what she should do. It wasn't the first time she'd found a cat trespassing on SkyClan territory, although last time, it'd been Mapledash. She didn't make a move closer, but flattened her ears, mistrust showing clearly in her narrowed yellow hues. “Who are you, and what are you doing, trespassing on SkyClan territory? ” she asked in a low, questioning growl, though it was only her natural reaction, to question trespassers.
He turned to her, and stood up, his own eyes narrowed. He walked up to her, and stood a tail length away. "The name is Jackson, and I'm not trespassing." he said bluntly, and left it at that. She had bite to her tone, normal, but there was something more. He let his orbs stare into hers, the fieriness of them matched that of the fading orange light of the falling sun. He flexed his claws, though out of his own habit, for most attack him, though not for long. "So please, don't test m, I have had a very long day, and I'd rather not fight today."

[doghouse]

He turned to her, and stood up, his own eyes narrowed. He walked up to her, and stood a tail length away. "The name is Jackson, and I'm not trespassing." he said bluntly, and left it at that. She had bite to her tone, normal, but there was something more. He let his orbs stare into hers, the fieriness of them matched that of the fading orange light of the falling sun. He flexed his claws, though out of his own habit, for most attack him, though not for long. "So please, don't test m, I have had a very long day, and I'd rather not fight today."
Lioncry backed up, only just keeping herself from swiping him across the ears. The golden furred warrior was quite glad when he walked away, though very puzzled. “Wjat do you mean? Clearly, you aren't a Clan cat, so you must be trespassing.” Lioncry said, her voice a bit more confused than hostile now, though her fur still bristled with hostility. She blinked. “And I won't fight unless I see reason to do so.” her flattened more, and she shifted with discomfort. She had not expected her evening to turn out like this. And so much for my nice, peaceful walk.

[monfang]

Lioncry backed up, only just keeping herself from swiping him across the ears. The golden furred warrior was quite glad when he walked away, though very puzzled. “Wjat do you mean? Clearly, you aren't a Clan cat, so you must be trespassing.” Lioncry said, her voice a bit more confused than hostile now, though her fur still bristled with hostility. She blinked. “And I won't fight unless I see reason to do so.” her flattened more, and she shifted with discomfort. She had not expected her evening to turn out like this. And so much for my nice, peaceful walk.
"I am not needed in your clan, therefore I am not a warrior, no. But I live here, and I have earned that right, though I am rather humble of my earnings. I am lucky enough to be able to hunt in your lands." he said, and his gaze softened with a sigh. "There is no need to fear me. I am only here to mind my own and help if needed." he meowed gruffly. The large Maine Coon then managed a smile. He walked to his rabbit, and dropped the remaining haslf infront of her. "Here. Peace offering, I guess." he said with a friendly glint in his eyes.

[Teza]

Memorypaw purred as he whispered to her. In return she touched her nose to his cheek. She then moved her head in a nodded state to say, "yes", to proposal. She wasn't sure if Thrushpaw was watching, but she didn't care.

[Raccoonpaw]

The young tom held his head a bit higher. "So, how is your training coming?" he asked, sitting down again, this time a bit closer than before. He glanced over Memorypaw's body, memorizing every mark on her furry body.

[doghouse]

"I am not needed in your clan, therefore I am not a warrior, no. But I live here, and I have earned that right, though I am rather humble of my earnings. I am lucky enough to be able to hunt in your lands." he said, and his gaze softened with a sigh. "There is no need to fear me. I am only here to mind my own and help if needed." he meowed gruffly. The large Maine Coon then managed a smile. He walked to his rabbit, and dropped the remaining haslf infront of her. "Here. Peace offering, I guess." he said with a friendly glint in his eyes.
Lioncry wasn't sure what he meant, or even if he was telling the truth, but she decided just to go with it. She didn't want a fight anymore than he did, so the only reasonable thing to do would be to not fight. She hesitated as he gave her the half a rabbit. It was leaf-bare, and prey was scarce. She would've liked to eat some, but knew better. She knew to take it back to the queens or elders, though she was constantly forgetting that technically, she was a queen. “Thanks.” Lioncry said, meaning it. Suddenly, it had become uncomfortable. She wanted to slip away, but couldn't do so without appearing rude, so there was almost nothing she could do.

[monfang]

Lioncry wasn't sure what he meant, or even if he was telling the truth, but she decided just to go with it. She didn't want a fight anymore than he did, so the only reasonable thing to do would be to not fight. She hesitated as he gave her the half a rabbit. It was leaf-bare, and prey was scarce. She would've liked to eat some, but knew better. She knew to take it back to the queens or elders, though she was constantly forgetting that technically, she was a queen. “Thanks.” Lioncry said, meaning it. Suddenly, it had become uncomfortable. She wanted to slip away, but couldn't do so without appearing rude, so there was almost nothing she could do.
Nodding, he then felt the same uncomfortable feeling and he shifted a bit, showing it slightly. He stood and stepped back, then looked at the sunset, now almost gone. "Well, I think you should head back to your camp, no? Or where you hoping for some peace and quiet?" he asked. "I did not mean to ruin it for you if that was the case." he said, and turned to the molly.

[doghouse]

Nodding, he then felt the same uncomfortable feeling and he shifted a bit, showing it slightly. He stood and stepped back, then looked at the sunset, now almost gone. "Well, I think you should head back to your camp, no? Or where you hoping for some peace and quiet?" he asked. "I did not mean to ruin it for you if that was the case." he said, and turned to the molly.
Lioncry sat down tentatively, dipping her head. As she looked around, it was now dusk, and the air was growing colder. She knew she should be getting back, to take care of Smokeykit, but she knew that there were other queens who could do that until she got back. “No. It's fine.” she said stiffly, wrapping her tail over her paws, though it could barely cover one of them, as her tail was a bit shorter than the average tail. She looked over at Jackson, her pale yellow hues guarded. “I'll go in a moment.” the golden furred warrior murmured, almost inaudibly.

[monfang]

Lioncry sat down tentatively, dipping her head. As she looked around, it was now dusk, and the air was growing colder. She knew she should be getting back, to take care of Smokeykit, but she knew that there were other queens who could do that until she got back. “No. It's fine.” she said stiffly, wrapping her tail over her paws, though it could barely cover one of them, as her tail was a bit shorter than the average tail. She looked over at Jackson, her pale yellow hues guarded. “I'll go in a moment.” the golden furred warrior murmured, almost inaudibly.
He nodded slowly, and looked up at the sky. The dark purple and deep blue was beautiful to him. Mostly everything was, but he just liked the colours, the way they mixed into the sky, something truly magical. "I love the sunset, and sunrise. They always seem to have some sort of magic to them. Something I find amazing." he meowed with a smile. "What about you, what do you like about your clan and territory?"

[doghouse]

He nodded slowly, and looked up at the sky. The dark purple and deep blue was beautiful to him. Mostly everything was, but he just liked the colours, the way they mixed into the sky, something truly magical. "I love the sunset, and sunrise. They always seem to have some sort of magic to them. Something I find amazing." he meowed with a smile. "What about you, what do you like about your clan and territory?"
His questions took Lioncry by surprise, and she shifted, thinking for a moment. “All my family live in my Clan, and the territory.... I haven't explored it much yet, but I like the stars.” she looked up, as stars had begun coming out. She also liked the moon, but was done speaking for a bit. The warrior flicked her tail, her pale eyes still fixed on the dusk sky, which was growing darker with every passing moment.

[The Cannibal]

( paxil your turn pal Duskflight )
Onyx walked around, now he had two down, more to come. Flexing his claws, he could sense someone nearby. This time he masked his scent, and he made it so he even smelled a bit like SkyClan.
"Hannibal, do you see anything?" he asked, still smelling the air.
{Sorry about not being available for the last one! I got really busy as soon as school started again x.x}

Hannibal had elected not to go with Onyx when he had went out the previous day, he knew the other tom would simply just find another cat to kill and personally, the british shorthair wasn't overly fond of killing random cats, he always had a reason behind his killings. Instead of going with the other Syndicate cat, he had instead explored the territory a bit more, finding it very similar to that of Thunderclan, different little nooks and crannies, but otherwise the same terrain. He had spent the majority of that day exploring, and he paused only twice to hunt a meal before returning back to their makeshift den to await his return.
And so today was a new day, with the part of the territory he had explored yesterday in mind, he decided it would be interesting to go with Onyx today, perhaps they'd find a warrior with a little more skill, more knowledge, than the apprentice they had found the other day when Hannibal assisted in the killing. Hannibal would be killing in order to gather information about the fighting style, much like he had with the apprentice, but he figured there would be more to get out of a warrior.
Pausing as the oriental asked the question, Hannibal carefully pulled in the scents around them, he had been careful to cover his own again, and it seemed his partner had done the same. Perhaps he's learned the gravity this situation could hold.
"Yes, we're downwind though, with our scents masked, they shouldn't be able to scent us. Would you rather attack from the front or behind or do you want to kill them yourself?" Questioned the tom in a very low voice, his fiery eyes focused on Onyx.

[The Cannibal]

{Sorry for the late reply ;w; }
Rainpebble smiled at the leader, her fur flattned out as she realized she wasn't wrong "I got curious about it." she purred, amusement dripped from her voice, cocking her head to the side "I may look old but that doesn't mean that my heart's aged!" she exclaimed, letting out a laugh. She turned her silver gaze back upon her reflection in the river and let out a sigh, it wasn't an exhausted sigh, or a relaxed sigh, rather, it was a wistful sigh, the events of the battle washing over her thoughts, images of cats clawing and slashing at others, apprentices against warriors, warriors against other warriors, kin fighting against kin. The thoughts made the silver molly's stomach churn, regret flashed in her silver orbs "They should be free from the evil....well for at least for quite a few moons. Now we're closer to the other clans, other clans.....that was a nice piece of information to get thrown my way." she sighed, her thoughts just spewing out, unable to control what she was saying, and she didn't try to stop herself, she didn't really think it mattered. She lifted her head and looked at Grousestar right in the eyes, wisdom and understanding gleamed in the silver orbs "It won't stay down for long, and there's still tons of DS followers, evil cats who wish to get rid of starclan, try to diminish the light that flickers in our hearts." she stated, wrapping her tail around her paws "What will you do? No cat can truly get rid of evil, there cannot be innocence without sin." she said softly, her wiskers quivering. The silver molly continued to stare at her leader, letting her information sink in before she smiled widely "How are you doing? Not too many scratches I hope? After fighting off all four evil leaders." she laughed, changing the rather dim subject with a slightly lighter subject. She lifted her paw and sniffed "I injured my paw pretty badly, and got a nasty scratch on my side, but that's about it." she concluded, checking herself just to make sure that she was correct. She looked back up at her leader and suppressed a shiver as snowflakes began to pile on her, littering across her pelt as she sat and awaited for Grousestar to insert his opinion, to contribute to the conversation.
{It's fine, I've been busy lately too! x.x"}
Chuckling gently as he heard her purr of amusement, the tom, once close enough to the she-cat, would settle down beside her, bellowing out a soft yawn, his jaws clicking shut and his head shaking a bit afterwards. "I can agree with that! I may not be the youngest cat in the clan, but my heart sure thinks I am!" He laughed out right along with her, tucking his tail to his side now and letting a soft, continuous purr rumble out from his chest, his eyes momentarily closing in contentment before opening again to look over at the cat he was now accompanying. Grousestar heard her sigh, but couldn't quite place what caused it, his emerald eyes looking over her gently before he moved his gaze to the river as well, deciding that if she cared to spill her thoughts to him, he would let her and not prompt her. She would do it on her own if she wanted to.
The brown tabby's ears swiveled a bit as he heard her speak up after a small moment of silence, his gaze continuing to be fixed on the river.
"I'm hoping my decision did more help than it did harm, I really think it did, but I can't help to realize that these attacks might have left them weak, what with the dark forest worshiping cats from their clans being killed or driven off, leaving one clan completely without leadership.. But they will recover, if they're anything like Skyclan, they can recover. They may be doing it now, as we speak, moving on from that dark time in their history." Flicking his ear after saying this, he would pause before looking over to her as she began to speak again.
"I know Rainpebble, I never expected to fully get rid of the problem, that would be naive and impossible, but I could at least drive them out of the clans to help them." He said gently, his voice growing quiet as he looked back to the river.
Then his attention was turning right back to her, that smile of his curling up on his lips again, a quiet chuckle escaping him. "No, no scars, just some small scratches, a few patches of fur... Though I.." The tom paused, his gaze looking away momentarily before his head turned fully away, looking at the river again. "I did lose a life. When fighting the Shadowclan leader, I lost a life." A look of seriousness, a strange solemn look crossing the usually happy, optimistic toms face as he thought about his experience with losing a life. It looked out of place there. But it disappeared as Rainpebble spoke again, the tom looking over at her once more. "Oh? Have you seen Ebonypaw about it?" Questioned the tom, a look of obvious worry worn on his face now as he looked over.

[monfang]

His questions took Lioncry by surprise, and she shifted, thinking for a moment. “All my family live in my Clan, and the territory.... I haven't explored it much yet, but I like the stars.” she looked up, as stars had begun coming out. She also liked the moon, but was done speaking for a bit. The warrior flicked her tail, her pale eyes still fixed on the dusk sky, which was growing darker with every passing moment.
"I love the stars, especially when the night is clear." he purred a response with a light-hearted chuckle. The Maine Coon tom then looked at the she-cat. "Do you come out here often?" he asked.

[doghouse]

"I love the stars, especially when the night is clear." he purred a response with a light-hearted chuckle. The Maine Coon tom then looked at the she-cat. "Do you come out here often?" he asked.
Lioncry shifted, still a bit uneasy, though not quite as much as before. “Not to this particular spot, no, but generally speaking, yes. Though not as much as I used to.” Lioncry replied, flicking her tail. She looked around, then stared at her paws, feeling guilty that she wasn't at camp, yet she wasn't quite ready yet. She wanted to stay a bit longer, as it wasn't often that she got some peace and quiet.

[monfang]

Lioncry shifted, still a bit uneasy, though not quite as much as before. “Not to this particular spot, no, but generally speaking, yes. Though not as much as I used to.” Lioncry replied, flicking her tail. She looked around, then stared at her paws, feeling guilty that she wasn't at camp, yet she wasn't quite ready yet. She wanted to stay a bit longer, as it wasn't often that she got some peace and quiet.
"Oh? And why is that?" he asked, smiling. He tired his best to come off safe, and rather, he was, but he was a loner, and having fought many rogues off, he understood.

[doghouse]

"Oh? And why is that?" he asked, smiling. He tired his best to come off safe, and rather, he was, but he was a loner, and having fought many rogues off, he understood.
The molly shifted uneasily, not quite sure if shye should answer that, but, after a few heartbeats longer of indecision, she made up her mind, and looked up. “Ah, because I have a kit back at camp I'm taking care of.” she replied, and as she spoke, she pictured Smokeykit and Jackson. The two had the same fur color. What as coincidence.

[monfang]

The molly shifted uneasily, not quite sure if shye should answer that, but, after a few heartbeats longer of indecision, she made up her mind, and looked up. “Ah, because I have a kit back at camp I'm taking care of.” she replied, and as she spoke, she pictured Smokeykit and Jackson. The two had the same fur color. What as coincidence.
"A kit? Oh now you have to go back soon, won't you?" he purred with a chuckle. "I know how hard kits can be, although I lost all of mine." he said, sadness hinting his eyes, and a saddened smile on his maw. "Well, uh... Oh, I never got your name." he meowed. His smokey fur ruffled in the cold breeze that swept across the night sky, and he turned to the direction, sniffing the air. The aroma of flowers from a nearby meadow filled the wind with a pleasing smell, and it made him smile softly.

[doghouse]

"A kit? Oh now you have to go back soon, won't you?" he purred with a chuckle. "I know how hard kits can be, although I lost all of mine." he said, sadness hinting his eyes, and a saddened smile on his maw. "Well, uh... Oh, I never got your name." he meowed. His smokey fur ruffled in the cold breeze that swept across the night sky, and he turned to the direction, sniffing the air. The aroma of flowers from a nearby meadow filled the wind with a pleasing smell, and it made him smile softly.
Lioncry dipped her head, feeling sorry for him. She didn't know what it was like to lose kits, but she could imagine that it felt terrible. “O-oh, I'm sorry.” she whispered, almost wishing she hadn't brought it up. But then she tilted her head, confused as to what he'd meant. He'd said "lost", not "gone", and she wasn't sure what he'd meant by it.

“Lost?” Lioncry questioned, twitching her whiskers slightly as she asked it. Maybe he meant gone, maybe not. Then she shook her head. “Sorry, it's not my place to ask that.” she added. “Judt go ahead and forget I even asked.” the golden furred warrior mumbled uncertainly, tucking her paws under her chest in a more comfortable position.

Lioncry realized this, and found that she should offer her name, as Jackson had asked, as it would be rather rude no to. The golden furred warrior nodded as she spoke. “I'm Lioncry.” She replied, the tip of her tail twitching to shake off the snow that had begun settling upon it, soaking her fur, the freezing slightly. She didn't want that.

[monfang]

Lioncry dipped her head, feeling sorry for him. She didn't know what it was like to lose kits, but she could imagine that it felt terrible. “O-oh, I'm sorry.” she whispered, almost wishing she hadn't brought it up. But then she tilted her head, confused as to what he'd meant. He'd said "lost", not "gone", and she wasn't sure what he'd meant by it.

“Lost?” Lioncry questioned, twitching her whiskers slightly as she asked it. Maybe he meant gone, maybe not. Then she shook her head. “Sorry, it's not my place to ask that.” she added. “Judt go ahead and forget I even asked.” the golden furred warrior mumbled uncertainly, tucking her paws under her chest in a more comfortable position.

Lioncry realized this, and found that she should offer her name, as Jackson had asked, as it would be rather rude no to. The golden furred warrior nodded as she spoke. “I'm Lioncry.” She replied, the tip of her tail twitching to shake off the snow that had begun settling upon it, soaking her fur, the freezing slightly. She didn't want that.
"No, no it's fine. Two of them died and one I lost on the first snowfall. She was blind, but no one would ever tell..." he purred, thinking about his kit. "Her name was Ash. She had two brothers, Loch and Timber, but they died of green-cough." he said, and wrapped his tail around his paws.
He nodded at her name. "Beautiful name, the best one I have heard yet, actually. It's more unique than most I have heard. Timbergrowl and Oaksong." he chuckled.

[doghouse]

"No, no it's fine. Two of them died and one I lost on the first snowfall. She was blind, but no one would ever tell..." he purred, thinking about his kit. "Her name was Ash. She had two brothers, Loch and Timber, but they died of green-cough." he said, and wrapped his tail around his paws.
He nodded at her name. "Beautiful name, the best one I have heard yet, actually. It's more unique than most I have heard. Timbergrowl and Oaksong." he chuckled.
Instantly, Lioncry was on her paws, her yellow eyes wide with shock. She recalled how Smokeykit's original name was Ash, and she looked just like Jackson. “Smokeykit!” she gasped under her breath, still in a state of shock. This was quite a ways from where Smokeykit had been found. A half moon's travel.

“Small, like you, but more slender built?” she asked, feeling weak. If she was right, did this mean she would have to give up Smokeykit? She didn't want to. She loved her like her own, but if she had to, she would. It was the right thing to do.

She sat down numbly, waiting his answer with dread in her heart. She sighed, then looked up, her gaze even and firm, no trace of her emotions.

[monfang]

Instantly, Lioncry was on her paws, her yellow eyes wide with shock. She recalled how Smokeykit's original name was Ash, and she looked just like Jackson. “Smokeykit!” she gasped under her breath, still in a state of shock. This was quite a ways from where Smokeykit had been found. A half moon's travel.

“Small, like you, but more slender built?” she asked, feeling weak. If she was right, did this mean she would have to give up Smokeykit? She didn't want to. She loved her like her own, but if she had to, she would. It was the right thing to do.

She sat down numbly, waiting his answer with dread in her heart. She sighed, then looked up, her gaze even and firm, no trace of her emotions.
"Well, uh, yes, h-how did you know that?" he asked. Could Ash... still be alive? his mind raced a bit. Did she know something? "D-Do you know where she is?"

[doghouse]

"Well, uh, yes, h-how did you know that?" he asked. Could Ash... still be alive? his mind raced a bit. Did she know something? "D-Do you know where she is?"
Lioncry nodded solemnly, though excitement sparked in her gaze. “It just so happens that I might.” she said, getting up, her tail waving slightly as she did so. “I don't know if it's really her, but it could be. Everything fits.” she muttered, half to herself.

She hoped it was. It would be good to know who Smokeykit's father was, or is she supposed. She also hoped that it wouldn't mean saying goodbye. She hated goodbyes. They were always very upsetting to her, though why, Lioncry didn't know exactly.

She shifted, unsure of what to do know, and her place yellow gaze kept flickering around, wary of any possible lurking dangers, though she doubted there vwould be any. The warrior's tail tip twitched slightly, and she remembered last leaf-bare, when she'd been but a kit. It'd been so cold.

[monfang]

Lioncry nodded solemnly, though excitement sparked in her gaze. “It just so happens that I might.” she said, getting up, her tail waving slightly as she did so. “I don't know if it's really her, but it could be. Everything fits.” she muttered, half to herself.

She hoped it was. It would be good to know who Smokeykit's father was, or is she supposed. She also hoped that it wouldn't mean saying goodbye. She hated goodbyes. They were always very upsetting to her, though why, Lioncry didn't know exactly.

She shifted, unsure of what to do know, and her place yellow gaze kept flickering around, wary of any possible lurking dangers, though she doubted there vwould be any. The warrior's tail tip twitched slightly, and she remembered last leaf-bare, when she'd been but a kit. It'd been so cold.
Jackson smiled, is eyes glinting with excitement. "Thank Goodness... I thought I lost her..." he meowed, and Rested his head on her shoulder quickly out of gratitude. But once he rose his head, he smiled nervously. "Oh, uh, s-sorry.... I just miss her." he said softly.

[doghouse]

Jackson smiled, is eyes glinting with excitement. "Thank Goodness... I thought I lost her..." he meowed, and Rested his head on her shoulder quickly out of gratitude. But once he rose his head, he smiled nervously. "Oh, uh, s-sorry.... I just miss her." he said softly.
Lioncry flinched back at his gesture, ears flat. She hadn't meant to do that, but it was instinctual, and she couldn't help it. She backed up a couple of pawsteps, then caught herself and stayed put. “Oh, uh.. It's okay.” she said quickly, shifting uneasily.

She flicked her ears, sitting and wrapping her tail over her paws, though a chill crept down her spine from the cold. “Do you want her to know?” She asked, ccking her head to one side curiously, eager to get back. She wanted Jackson's permission before telling Smokeykit anything though.

[monfang]

Lioncry flinched back at his gesture, ears flat. She hadn't meant to do that, but it was instinctual, and she couldn't help it. She backed up a couple of pawsteps, then caught herself and stayed put. “Oh, uh.. It's okay.” she said quickly, shifting uneasily.

She flicked her ears, sitting and wrapping her tail over her paws, though a chill crept down her spine from the cold. “Do you want her to know?” She asked, ccking her head to one side curiously, eager to get back. She wanted Jackson's permission before telling Smokeykit anything though.
Jackson's eyes widened. "W-Well... Uh...." he hadn't thought about it. It had be a few moons since he had seen her. If she forgot about him then she would probably reject him, but if she remembered, and he didn't show, she would probably think he left her for dead. That was not the case. They were attacked by a dog and he fought it off but he ended up being severely injured. Closing his eyes, he thought a moment, and looked at her. "Please." he whispered.

[doghouse]

Jackson's eyes widened. "W-Well... Uh...." he hadn't thought about it. It had be a few moons since he had seen her. If she forgot about him then she would probably reject him, but if she remembered, and he didn't show, she would probably think he left her for dead. That was not the case. They were attacked by a dog and he fought it off but he ended up being severely injured. Closing his eyes, he thought a moment, and looked at her. "Please." he whispered.
Lioncry nodded, keeping silent, then started to turn, getting ready to head back to camp. She wanted to tell Smokeykit the news. “I'll tell 'er.” she promised, dipping her head, then looking over her shoulder once more before spinning about and starting to tread back to where SkyClan's new camp was located at, though, in this weather, it was a bit harder, as the ice often blotted out scents, and covered tracks and landmarks, but nonetheless, she knew where to go.

[monfang]

Lioncry nodded, keeping silent, then started to turn, getting ready to head back to camp. She wanted to tell Smokeykit the news. “I'll tell 'er.” she promised, dipping her head, then looking over her shoulder once more before spinning about and starting to tread back to where SkyClan's new camp was located at, though, in this weather, it was a bit harder, as the ice often blotted out scents, and covered tracks and landmarks, but nonetheless, she knew where to go.
"W-Wait!" he blurted. "H-How is she? I mean... she... she's blind and well..." he began to trip on his words. What's going on?! I'm never like this! he thought. "W-Who is taking care of her?" he asked.

[doghouse]

"W-Wait!" he blurted. "H-How is she? I mean... she... she's blind and well..." he began to trip on his words. What's going on?! I'm never like this! he thought. "W-Who is taking care of her?" he asked.
Lioncry stopped and turned, shifting as snow began to settle upon her back. “I'm sorry....” she said, flicking her tail a bit. “Yes, she's well. And I am. I'm taking care of her.” Lioncry said, a bit uneasily. She felt even more discomfort than before, but was trying to brush it off.

She dipped her head respectively as she spoke anyways, though a bit nervous about his reaction to that, as she didn't want to anger him at all or anything of the sort, but she knew that it would only be his fault for getting angry. She sighed, shifting her weight from one paw to thee next, waiting.

[monfang]

Lioncry stopped and turned, shifting as snow began to settle upon her back. “I'm sorry....” she said, flicking her tail a bit. “Yes, she's well. And I am. I'm taking care of her.” Lioncry said, a bit uneasily. She felt even more discomfort than before, but was trying to brush it off.

She dipped her head respectively as she spoke anyways, though a bit nervous about his reaction to that, as she didn't want to anger him at all or anything of the sort, but she knew that it would only be his fault for getting angry. She sighed, shifting her weight from one paw to thee next, waiting.
Jackson's eyes widened as she said she was the one taking care of her, and he smiled. He lost his mate, his sons, and he thought he lost his daughter, and the feeling that her being alive brought was better than he could ask for. He wanted to see her, but he wasn't going to ask for that. He had mainly one thing to say.
"Thank you." he said, dipping his head. He then looked back up at her, a small smile on his maw. "W-Will you be back anytime soon?" he asked.

[doghouse]

Jackson's eyes widened as she said she was the one taking care of her, and he smiled. He lost his mate, his sons, and he thought he lost his daughter, and the feeling that her being alive brought was better than he could ask for. He wanted to see her, but he wasn't going to ask for that. He had mainly one thing to say.
"Thank you." he said, dipping his head. He then looked back up at her, a small smile on his maw. "W-Will you be back anytime soon?" he asked.
Lioncry dipped her head, closing her eyes for a moment, thinking of when she'd be back, but the exact time would've uncertain. “No problem. ” she said, her teeth chattering slightly as she spoke. The warrior hesitated, thinking for a moment before looking up again at Jackson, though she refused to meet his gaze. “Tommorrow. To tell you how she took the news.” she said at last, letting her tail droop in the snow. It was very dark now, and a harsh, howling wind flattened her pelt against her sides and buffeted her around a bit. Mixed in with it was ice cold snow. She shivered, giving her pelt a shake. “But I really should be very getting back. I don't want to be stuck out here.”

[monfang]

Lioncry dipped her head, closing her eyes for a moment, thinking of when she'd be back, but the exact time would've uncertain. “No problem. ” she said, her teeth chattering slightly as she spoke. The warrior hesitated, thinking for a moment before looking up again at Jackson, though she refused to meet his gaze. “Tommorrow. To tell you how she took the news.” she said at last, letting her tail droop in the snow. It was very dark now, and a harsh, howling wind flattened her pelt against her sides and buffeted her around a bit. Mixed in with it was ice cold snow. She shivered, giving her pelt a shake. “But I really should be very getting back. I don't want to be stuck out here.”
Jackson nodded, and gave a small smile. "Have a good night..." he said, and rose to his paws, and padded to his den in a nearby hollow tree.
(Kay, wanna RP in the nursery?)

[Static]

Fox padded confidently into skyclan territory.he was dark syndicate but was activated he had not been appointed Commander.he looked around for kits to steal.the camp was sure to have plenty.he stopped and sniffed the air to see if there was any cats around.he spotted a Robin and leaped to catch it.he fluttered in the air and cried in panik as he snagged it out of the air.he but into it to kill it and looked up with the bird in his mouth

[The Cannibal]

{Sorry about not being available for the last one! I got really busy as soon as school started again x.x}

Hannibal had elected not to go with Onyx when he had went out the previous day, he knew the other tom would simply just find another cat to kill and personally, the british shorthair wasn't overly fond of killing random cats, he always had a reason behind his killings. Instead of going with the other Syndicate cat, he had instead explored the territory a bit more, finding it very similar to that of Thunderclan, different little nooks and crannies, but otherwise the same terrain. He had spent the majority of that day exploring, and he paused only twice to hunt a meal before returning back to their makeshift den to await his return.
And so today was a new day, with the part of the territory he had explored yesterday in mind, he decided it would be interesting to go with Onyx today, perhaps they'd find a warrior with a little more skill, more knowledge, than the apprentice they had found the other day when Hannibal assisted in the killing. Hannibal would be killing in order to gather information about the fighting style, much like he had with the apprentice, but he figured there would be more to get out of a warrior.
Pausing as the oriental asked the question, Hannibal carefully pulled in the scents around them, he had been careful to cover his own again, and it seemed his partner had done the same. Perhaps he's learned the gravity this situation could hold.
"Yes, we're downwind though, with our scents masked, they shouldn't be able to scent us. Would you rather attack from the front or behind or do you want to kill them yourself?" Questioned the tom in a very low voice, his fiery eyes focused on Onyx.
{Bump for paxil and Tiny }

[doghouse]

Jackson nodded, and gave a small smile. "Have a good night..." he said, and rose to his paws, and padded to his den in a nearby hollow tree.
(Kay, wanna RP in the nursery?)
“I wish the same for you.” Lioncry said, her slanted yellow eyes bright in the darkening night. She yawned, then shifted before turned around and starting to pad quickly back to the new camp. She had to be honest, it was a bit confusing, having to go to a new camp, but nevertheless, she knew very well which way to go.

She moved quickly and without hesitation, the cold aching in her paw pads. She wished it were a bit warmer, but she knew that newleaf would come again in a couple of moons, all she had to do was be patient. The warrior kept her head low and her tail still as she moved, to keep warmer she supposed, blinking cold water from her eyes.

She wove neatly between the trees, wishing not for the first time that their were leaves, but there weren't, and wishing did nothing. She could see her breath, clouding the air before her as she went, and it only reminded her how cold it was. Great StarClan it's cold! She thought, pausing and lifting up on paw as it scraped against some sharp ice.

Soon, she saw the camp, and after a very brief hesitation, she darted forwards, diving into the entrance.

[Slash-GNR]

Fox padded confidently into skyclan territory.he was dark syndicate but was activated he had not been appointed Commander.he looked around for kits to steal.the camp was sure to have plenty.he stopped and sniffed the air to see if there was any cats around.he spotted a Robin and leaped to catch it.he fluttered in the air and cried in panik as he snagged it out of the air.he but into it to kill it and looked up with the bird in his mouth

Thorn lift her muzzle in the air to only pick up the scent of Fox in Skyclan territory. She frowned and picked up her prey as she began to walk that way. She looked around for the male until she spotted him. 'In and out,' she thought to herself. She made a clicking noise at him to get over to her quickly. To get him across the border.

[Static]

Thorn lift her muzzle in the air to only pick up the scent of Fox in Skyclan territory. She frowned and picked up her prey as she began to walk that way. She looked around for the male until she spotted him. 'In and out,' she thought to herself. She made a clicking noise at him to get over to her quickly. To get him across the border.
Fox pricked his ears and tried to get her over.
"I thought u said we needed kits!" He told her.and it was true.the dusk syndicate had not had kits for a while.he watched thorn Frome across the border tail twitching calmly

[Slash-GNR]

Fox pricked his ears and tried to get her over.
"I thought u said we needed kits!" He told her.and it was true.the dusk syndicate had not had kits for a while.he watched thorn Frome across the border tail twitching calmly

"Don't steal the kits," she mewed pleadingly. Worry filled her eyes. She couldn't understand kit stealing. What if someone stole your offspring and you had no idea what happened to him or her, she thought. She looked at the male hoping he would come back over.

[Static]

"Don't steal the kits," she mewed pleadingly. Worry filled her eyes. She couldn't understand kit stealing. What if someone stole your offspring and you had no idea what happened to him or her, she thought. She looked at the male hoping he would come back over.
Fox looked at the cat with frustration instead on anger."I thought that's what the syndicate does.steal kits."he said but padded back across the border with his Robbin.

[Slash-GNR]

Fox looked at the cat with frustration instead on anger."I thought that's what the syndicate does.steal kits."he said but padded back across the border with his Robbin.

She sighed in relief as he came over. She then mewed to him, "Some do, but still. How would you like it if a cat came over and stole your kits? Think of you mate. Wouldn't she be very upset?" she asked looking to him. "I know I would at least," she said look at the ground.

[Static]

She sighed in relief as he came over. She then mewed to him, "Some do, but still. How would you like it if a cat came over and stole your kits? Think of you mate. Wouldn't she be very upset?" she asked looking to him. "I know I would at least," she said look at the ground.
Fox nodded in under standing but still thought that he should have went along with it."let's go back to our territory."he said

[Ashley/Kestrel]

(open)
Vixencloud puffed out her ginger fur as a small breeze went by, her tail arched over her back as she rested under the cool shade of the tall oaks. Amber orbs gazing upon at the cloudy sky, she let out a sigh, paws shuffling in the soft grass. The numbing coldness of the air made her scars sting, making her whiskers twitch. She could almost feel her paws aching as she remembered the journey back from the Clans, and she could almost feel her scars burn as she recalled her fight with a ShadowClan molly and her apprentice. Vixencloud's pawpads were hardened from the days long journey, and she twitched her pink nose. Sitting up, she turned around, facing the large trunk of the oak. Unsheathing her paws, she planted her claws into the wood and scrambled up the tree quickly, nesting on a branch with her claws secured into it. A shuffling noise and the grinding of teeth made her look up, and she could make out the dusky brown fur of a squirrel hidden in the leaves a few branches above. Crouched down, she sunk her claws into the branch above her, scrambling up and chasing after the squirrel, hopping onto its branch and sinking her fangs into its spine, before hopping back down into the undergrowth with a squirrel in her maw.

[Static]

The dark syndicate cat came back when thorn was back at camp.he lifted his head to see if he could find any prey.he smelled squirrel and looked around not noticing the scent of cat with it

[lost]

Doesn't have a clan? But.. She was in Shadowclan when we fought? What does she mean? A confused look crosses the toms face as she blurts out the main point that she had come here for, his emerald gaze looking over her as if somehow looking at her would provide him the answer he sought.
Well then, if she doesn't have a clan, then..? Oh! That's what she wants, she wants to join Skyclan! Oh Grouse you are so air-headed sometimes! Chuckling at himself, he blinks a bit and shakes his head to clear his thoughts.
"I'm sure you can tell me about it later, but this means that you wish to join Skyclan yes? I mean, I would guess so if you're simply waiting at the border and you tell me that you no longer have a clan. The answer is yes Scorchflake, of course! Come on, lets get you back to camp, we can talk along the way. Are you hurt?"
The brown tabby stepped forward to lay his tail across her shoulder, his eyes quickly gazing over her for any outward signs of injury, knowing that it was possible she could have gotten hurt in her journey here since Shadowclan and Windclan where the two farthest clans from their new home.
"We have prey back at camp too if you're hungry, but if you don't feel comfortable eating the prey that we've caught, then you're more than welcome to come out into the territory to hunt your own." Added on the tom, his purr starting back up in his chest and that smile of his still fixated on his muzzle.
Scorchflake stared at Grousestar as he seemed so carefree. For a moment she thought him naive and foolish, but that was a brief moment. She forced herself to acknowledge he was simply confident and comfortable with his situation. He was admirable, not meant to be judged. As he talked of her joining SkyClan, she opened her jaw to speak but quickly shut it as he continued talking. How could he do it? Be so happy all the time, as if nothing was wrong. As if cats didn't die days before as he set out to safe the clans. How?
A panic tried to overcome her as she thought about the battle, her actions specifically. It made her question why Grousestar and Halestorm both seemed to respect. Why did Halestorm seem sad she wanted to leave, despite her understanding the reason? Why is Groustar welcoming her with open paws? They should both want her dead. She's a traitor. She killed a clanmate, injured another. Killed her best friend. No cat should want her in their clan. So why did they both seem to?
They aren't Blazingnight. Those three words were what calmed the increasing panic she was feeling. Blazingnight would be the one to call her a traitor. Blazingnight would be the one that would kill her. Not Halestorm, or Grousestar. It was Blazingnight who would punish her.
When he asked if she were hurt, and stepped forward to put his tail on her shoulder, she flinched just slightly. He reminded her of her wound from the battle, but she refused to mention it or look at it. She hadn't glanced at it since the day it was given to her. She was afraid to. For one, she hadn't taken care of it like Kestrelberry instructed. The herbs the medicine cat placed on it the day before had started to disappear, falling off and revealing just how terrible the injury was. It was a terrible mess of torn flesh, covering a large portion of her chest and left shoulder. Why would she want to look at something like that? She was also afraid that if she gazed at it, she'd relive the battle again, and that was something she didn't want to do. The tan cat also knew if she saw it, the emotions she would feel would be similar to Blazingnight's. She'd be angry, and want revenge. She wouldn't be Scorchflake, she'd be Blazingnight.
Growing so distracted with the thoughts of her injury, the she-cat didn't even realize the tom had started speaking again until he was almost finished. Territory to hunt your own? He must think I haven't eaten much and was discussing prey... Not wanting to seem stupid for not knowing what he said, she decided to not respond to that, and simply wanted to thank him.
"Thank you, Grousestar." She spoke softly, hoping he'd realize how grateful she truly was. "Thank you for... taking me in, when you didn't have to." It was true, he didn't have to do anything for her. But he did. "And, just... thank you for everything." To Scorchflake, Grousestar was her savior. He is the one who kept her from breaking down after the battle, and he made sure she was alright. And now he was welcoming her into SkyClan. He was becoming her anchor, whether he knew it or not, and her gratitude was extreme, despite her terrible skills in showing it.

[monfang]

( Duskflight , since Paxil hasn’t replied, I have decided to move on to Wolf . After this, Onyx will fight Cliffheart alone, and then Cliff will go warn Grouse, then the kit wil follow the leader and deputy out of curiousity, and Onyx will then kill the kit, then fight Aurora and Grouse and finally be chased off. Sound good?)

As the Oriental walked around the SkyClan territory, he breathed in, his nose picking up yet another scent. They were off to his right, and they were close. He lowered himself, and being as lean as he was, he was light on his feet. He stalked around, and the darkness of the now night sky gave both him and Hannibal a better advantage. He had to rely on Hannibal for sight, although he wouldn’t admit it unless he had to. Onyx had always been the one to admit if he was wrong, or if he needed help, although it was rare, because he usually was right and needed no help.

“Hannibal, what do you see?” he asked, his voice soft. He opened his maw slightly taking in a long breath. He could sense a loner far off, and a couple more clan-ers, but they weren’t close enough to help. In time at least. Onyx and Hannibal were quick, and since he knew Hannibal needed a reason to kill, he figured he could offer that. They attacked us first…

His plan was simple really. He would make himself known, and have whoever it was attack first. Then the kill would be more ‘natural’ for Hannibal. But not for Onyx. It ruined his element of surprise. However, he still had the advantage of agility and reflexes, along with strength. Hannibal was rather strong, and had the element of surprise like he did. He had great reflexes, and he was sophisticated. Onyx liked sophistication. He liked complicated. It fit him perfectly, and Hannibal had that. He respected that, and so he wanted to at least give his ‘friend’ an upper hand in this fight. Maybe then thay would ensure that to Hannibal Onyx meant buisness with him on his side.

“Alright, I have an idea… Let’s not attack until we know for a fact they know we are here. I want to see what they do if they know an enemy is… close…” he said. This would be perfect, for they then would attack them, and Hannibal had his ‘reason’.

At least Hannibal had class.

(wow, leave it to a bad week and me feeling horrible for the long posts to come in xD I used to wonder how you guys did this, and now I know xD)

[wren]

( Duskflight , since Paxil hasn’t replied, I have decided to move on to Wolf . After this, Onyx will fight Cliffheart alone, and then Cliff will go warn Grouse, then the kit wil follow the leader and deputy out of curiousity, and Onyx will then kill the kit, then fight Aurora and Grouse and finally be chased off. Sound good?)

As the Oriental walked around the SkyClan territory, he breathed in, his nose picking up yet another scent. They were off to his right, and they were close. He lowered himself, and being as lean as he was, he was light on his feet. He stalked around, and the darkness of the now night sky gave both him and Hannibal a better advantage. He had to rely on Hannibal for sight, although he wouldn’t admit it unless he had to. Onyx had always been the one to admit if he was wrong, or if he needed help, although it was rare, because he usually was right and needed no help.

“Hannibal, what do you see?” he asked, his voice soft. He opened his maw slightly taking in a long breath. He could sense a loner far off, and a couple more clan-ers, but they weren’t close enough to help. In time at least. Onyx and Hannibal were quick, and since he knew Hannibal needed a reason to kill, he figured he could offer that. They attacked us first…

His plan was simple really. He would make himself known, and have whoever it was attack first. Then the kill would be more ‘natural’ for Hannibal. But not for Onyx. It ruined his element of surprise. However, he still had the advantage of agility and reflexes, along with strength. Hannibal was rather strong, and had the element of surprise like he did. He had great reflexes, and he was sophisticated. Onyx liked sophistication. He liked complicated. It fit him perfectly, and Hannibal had that. He respected that, and so he wanted to at least give his ‘friend’ an upper hand in this fight. Maybe then thay would ensure that to Hannibal Onyx meant buisness with him on his side.

“Alright, I have an idea… Let’s not attack until we know for a fact they know we are here. I want to see what they do if they know an enemy is… close…” he said. This would be perfect, for they then would attack them, and Hannibal had his ‘reason’.

At least Hannibal had class.

(wow, leave it to a bad week and me feeling horrible for the long posts to come in xD I used to wonder how you guys did this, and now I know xD)

{ Awe, bad week Tiny that sucks. I'm just sick. It's great sitting on a screen for like 7 hours straight. Anyway I hope the crap week you have been having improves soon. }

Swiftly and mute a ghostly like figure shifted through the trees. Like a snake his head bobbed and his shoulders flexed with each powerful stride. His ears were erect and pointed directly forward. The taste of blood warmed his tongue and fuelled his strength and detirmintation to return home for a meal he had desired for so long. Throughout the long day of hardsh the Tom skipped meals and was out Most of the day, never a minute to himself. Now his moment came. With each bound he came. Lower to a welcoming nest and a fresh meal caught by no other then himself. It seemed rewarding enough.

As he progressed he almost heard soft whispers, he passed it off as imagination. They were harsh and quick. The wind gave its presance away and even though it stopped he still felt the presance. He raised his head and skid to a sudden hault. Whitequail wasn't alone. His ears where perked now twitching every second or so to hear another angle. Finally he found the source of the movement. His whiskers twitched in confusion and he staggered back on his paws.

Ever since his accident. Having his nose clawed pretty severely his scent glands where damadged and thought to never be repaired, unlucky enough it was true. So he relied on his keen sense of hearing and eyesight.

The wind seemed to cease for only a second. He could hear 'it' more clearly now. Perhaps a clanmate? He thought merely. He second guessed himself and his claws slid out. He did self consciously admit the loss of his most powerful tool was hard to cope with. He was all of a sudden aware of how much his nose had done for him. Now he only noticed once it left him.

Taking delicate steps the Tom neared the source of noise, the wind picked up and whistled through the trees nosily. Now he couldn't hear the faint whispers. A tingl entered his paws. A tingle of anticipation? Or of fear? Wether or not he had a reson to fear what he was tracking he always seemed to find himself looking like a mouse brain. On a hunting patrol he had thought a thrush was a loner on the territory and jumped out growling and threatening in front of the patrol. Even from his past mistakes he refused o let his guard down now. Even if he looked like a mouse brain for getting worked up.

[The Cannibal]

( Duskflight , since Paxil hasn’t replied, I have decided to move on to Wolf . After this, Onyx will fight Cliffheart alone, and then Cliff will go warn Grouse, then the kit wil follow the leader and deputy out of curiousity, and Onyx will then kill the kit, then fight Aurora and Grouse and finally be chased off. Sound good?)

As the Oriental walked around the SkyClan territory, he breathed in, his nose picking up yet another scent. They were off to his right, and they were close. He lowered himself, and being as lean as he was, he was light on his feet. He stalked around, and the darkness of the now night sky gave both him and Hannibal a better advantage. He had to rely on Hannibal for sight, although he wouldn’t admit it unless he had to. Onyx had always been the one to admit if he was wrong, or if he needed help, although it was rare, because he usually was right and needed no help.

“Hannibal, what do you see?” he asked, his voice soft. He opened his maw slightly taking in a long breath. He could sense a loner far off, and a couple more clan-ers, but they weren’t close enough to help. In time at least. Onyx and Hannibal were quick, and since he knew Hannibal needed a reason to kill, he figured he could offer that. They attacked us first…

His plan was simple really. He would make himself known, and have whoever it was attack first. Then the kill would be more ‘natural’ for Hannibal. But not for Onyx. It ruined his element of surprise. However, he still had the advantage of agility and reflexes, along with strength. Hannibal was rather strong, and had the element of surprise like he did. He had great reflexes, and he was sophisticated. Onyx liked sophistication. He liked complicated. It fit him perfectly, and Hannibal had that. He respected that, and so he wanted to at least give his ‘friend’ an upper hand in this fight. Maybe then thay would ensure that to Hannibal Onyx meant buisness with him on his side.

“Alright, I have an idea… Let’s not attack until we know for a fact they know we are here. I want to see what they do if they know an enemy is… close…” he said. This would be perfect, for they then would attack them, and Hannibal had his ‘reason’.

At least Hannibal had class.

(wow, leave it to a bad week and me feeling horrible for the long posts to come in xD I used to wonder how you guys did this, and now I know xD)


{ Awe, bad week Tiny that sucks. I'm just sick. It's great sitting on a screen for like 7 hours straight. Anyway I hope the crap week you have been having improves soon. }

Swiftly and mute a ghostly like figure shifted through the trees. Like a snake his head bobbed and his shoulders flexed with each powerful stride. His ears were erect and pointed directly forward. The taste of blood warmed his tongue and fuelled his strength and detirmintation to return home for a meal he had desired for so long. Throughout the long day of hardsh the Tom skipped meals and was out Most of the day, never a minute to himself. Now his moment came. With each bound he came. Lower to a welcoming nest and a fresh meal caught by no other then himself. It seemed rewarding enough.

As he progressed he almost heard soft whispers, he passed it off as imagination. They were harsh and quick. The wind gave its presance away and even though it stopped he still felt the presance. He raised his head and skid to a sudden hault. Whitequail wasn't alone. His ears where perked now twitching every second or so to hear another angle. Finally he found the source of the movement. His whiskers twitched in confusion and he staggered back on his paws.

Ever since his accident. Having his nose clawed pretty severely his scent glands where damadged and thought to never be repaired, unlucky enough it was true. So he relied on his keen sense of hearing and eyesight.

The wind seemed to cease for only a second. He could hear 'it' more clearly now. Perhaps a clanmate? He thought merely. He second guessed himself and his claws slid out. He did self consciously admit the loss of his most powerful tool was hard to cope with. He was all of a sudden aware of how much his nose had done for him. Now he only noticed once it left him.

Taking delicate steps the Tom neared the source of noise, the wind picked up and whistled through the trees nosily. Now he couldn't hear the faint whispers. A tingl entered his paws. A tingle of anticipation? Or of fear? Wether or not he had a reson to fear what he was tracking he always seemed to find himself looking like a mouse brain. On a hunting patrol he had thought a thrush was a loner on the territory and jumped out growling and threatening in front of the patrol. Even from his past mistakes he refused o let his guard down now. Even if he looked like a mouse brain for getting worked up.
{Alright, sounds good!}

Another day and another new target, to say in the least, Hannibal was growing bored with this little 'mission', he truly had no reason in killing any of these cats and he knew the longer they stayed, the sooner they would be caught by the leader of this clan and he was fairly certain that he wouldn't be too pleased with the two of them killing cats of his clan. But despite this, he was doing this to build a 'friendship' with Onyx, he's found that if you do things with the other cat that they like, they tend to grow more comfortable and fond of you and so he's decided to stick around for a while longer, though second things went wrong, Hannibal wouldn't waste a second in leaving. He knew how to cover his tracks and disappear easily, he's done it plenty of times before and obviously he could do it now.
Nonetheless the british shorthair could scent the Skyclan can nearby and was merely watching his companion to see if he could tell the sign. The tom was nearly completely silent in his movement as he followed after Onyx, keeping tabs on the target that they were stalking, his orange gaze occasionally flickering to the tom they were after.

With Onyx's talking that cat is going to notice us. Either that's his plan or he's incredibly idiotic. Thought the tom, his eyes still focused on the Skyclan tom that seemed to grow more aware of them, nonetheless, Hannibal would find it rude if he didn't answer the oriental next to him and so he told him what he saw, exactly as he saw it with the lowest voice possible, his eyes never leaving the figure of Whitequail as he spoke, watching as the tom angled his ears and stared directly in their direction, Hannibal's claws already unsheathed, as they always were.

As relaxed as ever, the dark tom watched the clan tom as he crept closer, as if they weren't aware of what he was doing, as if the other tom thought he could sneak up on them unnoticed like they were a piece of prey.
Come closer then. Closer.
Patience was something that Hannibal held an infinite amount of, he could wait for an eternity waiting for the right moment to strike, or wait for an eternity to eventually drive another cat insane, or to do anything he wished.
And so he let Whitequail come closer.. And closer.. And closer, right up until he was barely a few feet away.
This will be my kill and my kill alone. Unfortunately for him, he's forced my paw and I can't have my presence known. All last standing witnesses must be ended. There was Hannibal's reasoning.
And then the dark grey tom lunged out of the undergrowth, not a sound escaping his maw as he aimed a hard blow to the side of the toms head, enough to rock him if it hit exactly where he aimed it and to leave a nasty long gauge that would stretch from ear to nose across the cheek, his hind legs landing on the ground and bunching up, ready to launch him backwards and away from the tom, regardless if his attack landed or not, a safety precaution to ensure that he wouldn't be injured, it was something he always did, he always planned a step ahead. Always.

[Starfall]

{It's fine, I've been busy lately too! x.x"}

Chuckling gently as he heard her purr of amusement, the tom, once close enough to the she-cat, would settle down beside her, bellowing out a soft yawn, his jaws clicking shut and his head shaking a bit afterwards. "I can agree with that! I may not be the youngest cat in the clan, but my heart sure thinks I am!" He laughed out right along with her, tucking his tail to his side now and letting a soft, continuous purr rumble out from his chest, his eyes momentarily closing in contentment before opening again to look over at the cat he was now accompanying. Grousestar heard her sigh, but couldn't quite place what caused it, his emerald eyes looking over her gently before he moved his gaze to the river as well, deciding that if she cared to spill her thoughts to him, he would let her and not prompt her. She would do it on her own if she wanted to.
The brown tabby's ears swiveled a bit as he heard her speak up after a small moment of silence, his gaze continuing to be fixed on the river.
"I'm hoping my decision did more help than it did harm, I really think it did, but I can't help to realize that these attacks might have left them weak, what with the dark forest worshiping cats from their clans being killed or driven off, leaving one clan completely without leadership.. But they will recover, if they're anything like Skyclan, they can recover. They may be doing it now, as we speak, moving on from that dark time in their history." Flicking his ear after saying this, he would pause before looking over to her as she began to speak again.
"I know Rainpebble, I never expected to fully get rid of the problem, that would be naive and impossible, but I could at least drive them out of the clans to help them." He said gently, his voice growing quiet as he looked back to the river.

Then his attention was turning right back to her, that smile of his curling up on his lips again, a quiet chuckle escaping him. "No, no scars, just some small scratches, a few patches of fur... Though I.." The tom paused, his gaze looking away momentarily before his head turned fully away, looking at the river again. "I did lose a life. When fighting the Shadowclan leader, I lost a life." A look of seriousness, a strange solemn look crossing the usually happy, optimistic toms face as he thought about his experience with losing a life. It looked out of place there. But it disappeared as Rainpebble spoke again, the tom looking over at her once more. "Oh? Have you seen Ebonypaw about it?" Questioned the tom, a look of obvious worry worn on his face now as he looked over.
Rainpebble looked at the tabby, her silver eyes shone with slight worry, but other than that, her face, her movements, gave away no emotions, nothing. The silver warrior let out a soft sigh and gave the tom a smile, soft smile, seemingly meaningless, but she poured everything into the smile, sympathy, joy, worry, sadness, everything, she knew better than trying to speak to the tom, words couldn't really do her thoughts any justice, they would just be her usual rambles. She just sat there, smiling gently at the tom, hoping he understood, but if he didn't she would try and use words, anything to try and comfort the leader. She turned her silver hues back to the river, looking at her reflection, her ears flattned "You did good for those who wished to get rid of the evil, but not everyone was saved, a few innocents were sacrificed but sadly that must happen sometimes. I understand that It may be difficult to differ wrong from right, but I believe that you've done the correct thing." she said softly, not wanting to seem snobbish, honestly she didn't really plan on the Leader of Skyclan bumping into her as she strolled through the territory, but it seemed as though Starclan had other plans, though she didn't mind, not at all, she loved helping friends. The spotted warrior let out a sigh and a exhausted laugh as she held up her sprained paw "No not yet, poor things as busy as it is, I wouldn't want to add to her schedule. I'll wait a little longer, by then it may even be healed, hopefully, if Starclan's looking my way." she laughed, licking the injured limb before gently setting it down, turning her attention back to the tom, wondering what was running through his mind at the moment.

[The Cannibal]

Scorchflake stared at Grousestar as he seemed so carefree. For a moment she thought him naive and foolish, but that was a brief moment. She forced herself to acknowledge he was simply confident and comfortable with his situation. He was admirable, not meant to be judged. As he talked of her joining SkyClan, she opened her jaw to speak but quickly shut it as he continued talking. How could he do it? Be so happy all the time, as if nothing was wrong. As if cats didn't die days before as he set out to safe the clans. How?
A panic tried to overcome her as she thought about the battle, her actions specifically. It made her question why Grousestar and Halestorm both seemed to respect. Why did Halestorm seem sad she wanted to leave, despite her understanding the reason? Why is Groustar welcoming her with open paws? They should both want her dead. She's a traitor. She killed a clanmate, injured another. Killed her best friend. No cat should want her in their clan. So why did they both seem to?
They aren't Blazingnight. Those three words were what calmed the increasing panic she was feeling. Blazingnight would be the one to call her a traitor. Blazingnight would be the one that would kill her. Not Halestorm, or Grousestar. It was Blazingnight who would punish her.
When he asked if she were hurt, and stepped forward to put his tail on her shoulder, she flinched just slightly. He reminded her of her wound from the battle, but she refused to mention it or look at it. She hadn't glanced at it since the day it was given to her. She was afraid to. For one, she hadn't taken care of it like Kestrelberry instructed. The herbs the medicine cat placed on it the day before had started to disappear, falling off and revealing just how terrible the injury was. It was a terrible mess of torn flesh, covering a large portion of her chest and left shoulder. Why would she want to look at something like that? She was also afraid that if she gazed at it, she'd relive the battle again, and that was something she didn't want to do. The tan cat also knew if she saw it, the emotions she would feel would be similar to Blazingnight's. She'd be angry, and want revenge. She wouldn't be Scorchflake, she'd be Blazingnight.
Growing so distracted with the thoughts of her injury, the she-cat didn't even realize the tom had started speaking again until he was almost finished. Territory to hunt your own? He must think I haven't eaten much and was discussing prey... Not wanting to seem stupid for not knowing what he said, she decided to not respond to that, and simply wanted to thank him.
"Thank you, Grousestar." She spoke softly, hoping he'd realize how grateful she truly was. "Thank you for... taking me in, when you didn't have to." It was true, he didn't have to do anything for her. But he did. "And, just... thank you for everything." To Scorchflake, Grousestar was her savior. He is the one who kept her from breaking down after the battle, and he made sure she was alright. And now he was welcoming her into SkyClan. He was becoming her anchor, whether he knew it or not, and her gratitude was extreme, despite her terrible skills in showing it.Many cats thought that of him, and mistook his demeanor as 'carefree' when in all actuality that's not what it was, Grousestar was not a carefree cat, he was a friendly cat, but most certainly not carefree. He cared about the well being of cats that he knew were good, that he knew posed no threat to his clan or were a part of his clan in general. He enjoyed making friends instead of enemies and would never turn down a friend in need, and that's how he saw Scorchflake at the moment. She was the very cat who saved him from losing any more lives, she was the very cat that ended the liberation of Shadowclan so that the rightful leaders could take back their place. The least he could do was offer her some hospitality and what better than to have her in his clan? She's already proven that she's a valuable warrior that fought for Starclan. He'd be more than happy to invite her into his clan.
But that was another mistake cats made about Grouse, that he was always happy, that that's all that he ever was, sure that's what he was when he was around other cats, cats of his clan and cats of allies, but that's not all there was to Grouse. He was a living, breathing cat just like everyone else, not the embodiment of happiness, it's just the face he chooses to wear so that it keeps the moral of his clan high and to show that they were prospering and doing well despite the bumps they have hit through their history. But he worried just like any cat, he had doubts like any cat, he was an optimist, but he wasn't a total idiot, he knew that things couldn't always go right and couldn't help but worry if his decisions to do what he did were the right thing to do. But for the sake of his clan, he remained as happy as ever, and for the most part? He was happy.
The leader noticed her flinch slightly and his facial features softened considerably as he tried to imagine what she had gone through, knowing full well that it couldn't have been easy to leave the birth of her clan in order to travel here. He couldn't imagine it, and he couldn't imagine the thoughts that whirled in her head, surely calling her a traitor or all sorts of nasty names. But that's not at all how Grousestar saw Scorchflake, not in the slightest. He saw her as a very brave cat, an admirable cat. His emerald gaze swept carefully over her wounds and made a mental note to take her directly to Ebonypaw when they got to camp. Those wounds looked deep and could grow infected if they weren't properly treated, he knew that much.
Nonetheless, he made an offer to her about getting food or hunting her own food in short and she seemed fairly distracted, so he'd simply bring it up again to her later, he wouldn't mind repeating himself, that's one thing he had never minded doing.
Hearing her words, Grousestar couldn't help the soft smile that formed on his lips, his head dipping slightly before lifting again. "No need to thank me Scorchflake, I believe it is the least I could do for an admirable warrior like you. I'd be more than happy to accept you into my clan if that is what you chose to do, and if not, I'd be happy to provide you food and shelter until you decide to leave. Come on, lets get you back to camp. If at any time you need to stop, just tell me and we can take a small break." With that being said, he would walk close to her side and if she gave any indication that she'd need help walking, he'd be right there to help her.

[Empress Of Evil]

Cliffheart watched the Robin, making sure it didn't see them or hear them. It would be a shame if it just left, them both standing there talking about it and it just decide to leave. "Yes I'm sure, the Clan needs it. It doesn't matter who sees it or who makes the catch. What matters is that the Clan is strong and well fed." He mewed gruffly, his tone sharp and final. He watched her pad off to catch the bird, ignoring the strong gaze of sympathy she had. He didn't like when other cats sympathized with him. It made him feel worse than he actually did. That was his main problem, he was babied when other cats felt sympathy towards him. They tried to make them equal, by either lying to him and make him seem better, or lying yontheirselves, making them worse by comparison. He hated it, bottom line. He stalked off, dust tinted tail flicking behind him. The scent of Robin, and Auroraflame soon left his nostrils, still flared for signs of scent. He quieted his tail and continued onwards. Soon he came to the edge of the patch of green forest, where the land cleared a little, no trees in the area. He sniffed, knowing something had to be in there, it was too perfectly placed not to be. A scent wafted across his nostrils, though he had only smelt it once or twice before, not something that a warrior came across often. A rustle in the longer grass confirmed his suspicions, and the appearance of the white tail that bobbed up and down. He smiled to himself, as no one else was around to see, he crept forwards, slowly and silently. He remembered his mentor, Pebblechase, teaching him something about rabbits when you're hunting them. But what was it? It had something to do with the way you stalk them, because of their hearing, but he couldn't recall the information at the moment. He glanced over his shoulder one last time, making sure no one was around.

Auroraflame watched as Cliffheart padded off. "Oh StarClan please don't let anything happen to his leg", Auroraflame muttered. She was worried about the toms leg, but she didn't want to stop him. She could see he wanted to do his duty to the clan so she wouldn't hold him back. Though concern still filled her. Auroraflame looked back up to the tree, still being able to see the robin. She felt relieved and rather surprised that the robin hadn't yet flown off in this time. Now it was pecking at some seeds that were scattered along the branch. Opening her jaws apart slightly, Auroraflame tasted the air to scent which way the wind was blowing. To her luck, it was blowing her way. Filled with hope that she could could catch the robin, she started to slowly climb her way up the tree. She tried as hard as she could to make her movements as subtle as possible, not wanting to alert the robin in anyway. She climbed to the level of the branch above the one that the robin was perched on and prepared herself to spring down on the robin. 3, 2, 1. With that, she released her grip and dropped square on the robin, quickly doing what she could to pin down the fluster of wings and made a quick killing bite, feeling the bird go limp beneath her paws. Sighing with relief that she had caught it, she carefully made her way down, the bird hanging from her jaws and she landed on the ground next to the tree. She looked around, wondering if Cliffheart had made a kill yet.

[goddess of ducks]

Auroraflame watched as Cliffheart padded off. "Oh StarClan please don't let anything happen to his leg", Auroraflame muttered. She was worried about the toms leg, but she didn't want to stop him. She could see he wanted to do his duty to the clan so she wouldn't hold him back. Though concern still filled her. Auroraflame looked back up to the tree, still being able to see the robin. She felt relieved and rather surprised that the robin hadn't yet flown off in this time. Now it was pecking at some seeds that were scattered along the branch. Opening her jaws apart slightly, Auroraflame tasted the air to scent which way the wind was blowing. To her luck, it was blowing her way. Filled with hope that she could could catch the robin, she started to slowly climb her way up the tree. She tried as hard as she could to make her movements as subtle as possible, not wanting to alert the robin in anyway. She climbed to the level of the branch above the one that the robin was perched on and prepared herself to spring down on the robin. 3, 2, 1. With that, she released her grip and dropped square on the robin, quickly doing what she could to pin down the fluster of wings and made a quick killing bite, feeling the bird go limp beneath her paws. Sighing with relief that she had caught it, she carefully made her way down, the bird hanging from her jaws and she landed on the ground next to the tree. She looked around, wondering if Cliffheart had made a kill yet.

Cliffheart stalked the rabbit, much liked he stalked any other piece of prey. He padded quietly, gently resting his paw down with each slow step. He watched the rabbit pick through the grass, eating a few stalks here and there. His stomach clenched, ready to pounce. He stiffened his muscles, knowing he would have to chase it. Taking a deep breath he kicked forwards, launching himself towards the rabbit with out stretched paws. The rabbit scrambled on the ground, running away from him, and he gave chase. He focused all his energy and focus onto the rabbit sprinting away several tail lengths infront of him. He ignored the pain searing through his leg. AS he began to gain on the young hare, he felt a twist in his bacak leg as his twisted paw was caught on a bramble tendron. Inhaling with pain he rolled, head over heels as he tumbled to a stop. Frustrated he climbed to his paws again, continuing the chase. This time more pain shot through his paw and leg than normal. As he believed himself close enough to jump for the kill, a final, excruciating pain coursed through his leg, numbing the area. Releasing an ear splitting yowl of pain he crumbled to the ground in defeat as he watched the white fluff of rabbit tail disappear through the territory. He growled in the blinding pain, unsure of what had happened. He had never felt this kind of pain before, and he never wanted it again. He knew something was horribly wrong. He didn't want to call for help, he wanted himself to be fine, unharmed, ready to hunt and fight again. He knew that was going to happen right now though. His fading consciousness caused him to call out. "Auroraflame!" he yowled, blackness crowding his vision. Hopefully she was close enough to hear him, if not he could be done for.

[Empress Of Evil]

Cliffheart stalked the rabbit, much liked he stalked any other piece of prey. He padded quietly, gently resting his paw down with each slow step. He watched the rabbit pick through the grass, eating a few stalks here and there. His stomach clenched, ready to pounce. He stiffened his muscles, knowing he would have to chase it. Taking a deep breath he kicked forwards, launching himself towards the rabbit with out stretched paws. The rabbit scrambled on the ground, running away from him, and he gave chase. He focused all his energy and focus onto the rabbit sprinting away several tail lengths infront of him. He ignored the pain searing through his leg. AS he began to gain on the young hare, he felt a twist in his bacak leg as his twisted paw was caught on a bramble tendron. Inhaling with pain he rolled, head over heels as he tumbled to a stop. Frustrated he climbed to his paws again, continuing the chase. This time more pain shot through his paw and leg than normal. As he believed himself close enough to jump for the kill, a final, excruciating pain coursed through his leg, numbing the area. Releasing an ear splitting yowl of pain he crumbled to the ground in defeat as he watched the white fluff of rabbit tail disappear through the territory. He growled in the blinding pain, unsure of what had happened. He had never felt this kind of pain before, and he never wanted it again. He knew something was horribly wrong. He didn't want to call for help, he wanted himself to be fine, unharmed, ready to hunt and fight again. He knew that was going to happen right now though. His fading consciousness caused him to call out. "Auroraflame!" he yowled, blackness crowding his vision. Hopefully she was close enough to hear him, if not he could be done for.


Auroraflame had sat herself against the tree in a comfortable position, the robin lying at her paws. She was grooming her left arm when suddenly she heard her bame being called out. Was it her imagination? No, it couldn't have been. It sounded way to much like Cliffheart's voice. Remembering about his leg, a not so nice thought came in to her mind. Her worry grew quickly. She opened her mouth, tasting the air for Cliffheart's scent. She couldn't taste to much and thought about trying another way when suddenly she felt a familiar scent wafting into her nose. Cliffheart!. She dug a small hole as fast as she possibly could and chucked in the robin. Then she sloppily covered up the hole and immediately started to sprint in the direction that she had scented Cliffheart. Small bramble tentrils scratched at her ankles and paws but she did what she could to ignore them. Finally, Auroraflame crashed through the bushes and saw Cliffheart lying on the ground, looking like he was about to lose consciousness. "Cliffheart!", Auroraflame exclaimed with a worried tone. "What happened?", Auroraflame asked. She quickly managed to figure that Cliffheart probably wasn't in the position to answer so then she said, "Well nevermind how, we'll work that out later. Right now, we have to get you to Ebonypaw". With that she walked forward and did the best she could to pick up Cliffheart without hurting his leg. Although that was going to be harder then it sounded.

[monfang]

{Alright, sounds good!}

Another day and another new target, to say in the least, Hannibal was growing bored with this little 'mission', he truly had no reason in killing any of these cats and he knew the longer they stayed, the sooner they would be caught by the leader of this clan and he was fairly certain that he wouldn't be too pleased with the two of them killing cats of his clan. But despite this, he was doing this to build a 'friendship' with Onyx, he's found that if you do things with the other cat that they like, they tend to grow more comfortable and fond of you and so he's decided to stick around for a while longer, though second things went wrong, Hannibal wouldn't waste a second in leaving. He knew how to cover his tracks and disappear easily, he's done it plenty of times before and obviously he could do it now.
Nonetheless the british shorthair could scent the Skyclan can nearby and was merely watching his companion to see if he could tell the sign. The tom was nearly completely silent in his movement as he followed after Onyx, keeping tabs on the target that they were stalking, his orange gaze occasionally flickering to the tom they were after.

With Onyx's talking that cat is going to notice us. Either that's his plan or he's incredibly idiotic. Thought the tom, his eyes still focused on the Skyclan tom that seemed to grow more aware of them, nonetheless, Hannibal would find it rude if he didn't answer the oriental next to him and so he told him what he saw, exactly as he saw it with the lowest voice possible, his eyes never leaving the figure of Whitequail as he spoke, watching as the tom angled his ears and stared directly in their direction, Hannibal's claws already unsheathed, as they always were.

As relaxed as ever, the dark tom watched the clan tom as he crept closer, as if they weren't aware of what he was doing, as if the other tom thought he could sneak up on them unnoticed like they were a piece of prey.
Come closer then. Closer.
Patience was something that Hannibal held an infinite amount of, he could wait for an eternity waiting for the right moment to strike, or wait for an eternity to eventually drive another cat insane, or to do anything he wished.
And so he let Whitequail come closer.. And closer.. And closer, right up until he was barely a few feet away.
This will be my kill and my kill alone. Unfortunately for him, he's forced my paw and I can't have my presence known. All last standing witnesses must be ended. There was Hannibal's reasoning.
And then the dark grey tom lunged out of the undergrowth, not a sound escaping his maw as he aimed a hard blow to the side of the toms head, enough to rock him if it hit exactly where he aimed it and to leave a nasty long gauge that would stretch from ear to nose across the cheek, his hind legs landing on the ground and bunching up, ready to launch him backwards and away from the tom, regardless if his attack landed or not, a safety precaution to ensure that he wouldn't be injured, it was something he always did, he always planned a step ahead. Always.
Onyx smiled as he watched Hannibal lunge for the warrior. Wonderful... he thought, and didn't attack, yet he walked silently in the overgrowth, not making a sound. He had tooken a bite of the snow so his breath did not show. He watched silently, keeping a close eye on the two. Once Hannibal did enough damage, he would land the final attack, biting the warrior's neck to end him then and there.

Onyx had a smirk go across his maw, the fact that his plan, his mission was working made him feel all the more better. He caught word that a new commander had stepped up, and so if he succeeded in at least ending the deputy, then the new commander may keep his position as Guard. A high rank for most, especially with only four Guards.

Slowly, he circled them in the darkness, the overgrowth keeping him hidden as he walked ever so silently around them. It was as if he was a ghost, or rather, not there at all. Knowing Hannibal, the British Shorthair probably knows he's there, but even he cannot pinpoint the Oriental. It was a matter if he was prepared for the attack. If he was too laid back, then that could lead to his demise, but Onyx knew better.

It was only a matter of time before the warrior made the wrong move, and Hannibal crippled them. Then Onyx would jump and attack, and take their life. It was what he did. It was he was doing. And it was going to keep doing until he died. This was him. No one knew he used to be kind and loving. He seemed to be just a cold-blooded killer when in fact there was more to him, yet he never showed it. He was about as mysterious as Hannibal, another thing that made them so alike. {Wolf}

[goddess of ducks]

Auroraflame had sat herself against the tree in a comfortable position, the robin lying at her paws. She was grooming her left arm when suddenly she heard her bame being called out. Was it her imagination? No, it couldn't have been. It sounded way to much like Cliffheart's voice. Remembering about his leg, a not so nice thought came in to her mind. Her worry grew quickly. She opened her mouth, tasting the air for Cliffheart's scent. She couldn't taste to much and thought about trying another way when suddenly she felt a familiar scent wafting into her nose. Cliffheart!. She dug a small hole as fast as she possibly could and chucked in the robin. Then she sloppily covered up the hole and immediately started to sprint in the direction that she had scented Cliffheart. Small bramble tentrils scratched at her ankles and paws but she did what she could to ignore them. Finally, Auroraflame crashed through the bushes and saw Cliffheart lying on the ground, looking like he was about to lose consciousness. "Cliffheart!", Auroraflame exclaimed with a worried tone. "What happened?", Auroraflame asked. She quickly managed to figure that Cliffheart probably wasn't in the position to answer so then she said, "Well nevermind how, we'll work that out later. Right now, we have to get you to Ebonypaw". With that she walked forward and did the best she could to pick up Cliffheart without hurting his leg. Although that was going to be harder then it sounded.

Cliffheart heard, before he saw, Auroraflame running towards him. She looked panic stricken from what he could tell by the sideways angle he saw her from. He felt bad. He didn't want to cause her more stress than what he was sure she had already had. I never should have come hunting with her. I should have stayed back in camp and acted useless like everyone thinks I am. He told himself crossly. He wasn't sure why he pitied himself, it was just something that he did, most often when he couldn't find any other explanation. Does Starclan hate me? I mean, why else would they put me through situations like this if they didn't like me. Maybe I was just a mistake. I should have seen that long ago when I knew my leg wasn't fixable. He heaved a sigh. "Thanks for coming....." He meowed quietly as he inhaled Auroraflame's scent. That was the last he saw before he gave up the struggle and let the overwhelming blackness take over. He slipped into unconsciousness.

[As soon as possible, go ahead and post in the medicine den, Brooklyn knows they're coming.]

[wren]

Onyx smiled as he watched Hannibal lunge for the warrior. Wonderful... he thought, and didn't attack, yet he walked silently in the overgrowth, not making a sound. He had tooken a bite of the snow so his breath did not show. He watched silently, keeping a close eye on the two. Once Hannibal did enough damage, he would land the final attack, biting the warrior's neck to end him then and there.

Onyx had a smirk go across his maw, the fact that his plan, his mission was working made him feel all the more better. He caught word that a new commander had stepped up, and so if he succeeded in at least ending the deputy, then the new commander may keep his position as Guard. A high rank for most, especially with only four Guards.

Slowly, he circled them in the darkness, the overgrowth keeping him hidden as he walked ever so silently around them. It was as if he was a ghost, or rather, not there at all. Knowing Hannibal, the British Shorthair probably knows he's there, but even he cannot pinpoint the Oriental. It was a matter if he was prepared for the attack. If he was too laid back, then that could lead to his demise, but Onyx knew better.

It was only a matter of time before the warrior made the wrong move, and Hannibal crippled them. Then Onyx would jump and attack, and take their life. It was what he did. It was he was doing. And it was going to keep doing until he died. This was him. No one knew he used to be kind and loving. He seemed to be just a cold-blooded killer when in fact there was more to him, yet he never showed it. He was about as mysterious as Hannibal, another thing that made them so alike. {Wolf}

The Tom flicked his ears and his whiskers twitched in anticipation. He felt like something just beyond his sight was waiting, itching to just leapt out and -- suddenlt taken by suprise a cat leapt from the bushes. Landing a hard blow to the side of his face leaving a trail of his light skin exposed and blood spurting from the opened flesh. His vision went blurry from impact and he staggered backwards in surprise. He let out a soft mrrow but it was interrupted and he went mute. The Tom steadied himself long enough to watch his attacker jump away to protect himself. His vision cleared and before him a large oriental stood just a fox length away back to him. Whitewall drew a hefty breath and began to circle. He wasn't going to ask questions, he wasn't going to try to intimidate his attacker. He would cut the mouse bile. Get right to the point. He studied his attacker, whoever it was they wanted him dead, he wasn't going to let them take him out easily.

His massive paws churned it it he earth below him his tail flicked and lashed like a poised snake. Then bending his hindlegs he.. Waited. Taking a few seconds. He slightly shuffled his position guessing where the Tom would attempt to escape his attack. Towards the closest bushes. I have you now... he thought, then bunching his muscles he Sprang claws outstretched shoulders tense. The time he spent suspended in the air felt like moons, he had time to watch his shadow glide over the patches of dirty snow and fall over his target. Then with his paw extended he knocked the Feline in the side of the head, just as the cat done to him he hooked his claws under the skin trying to snag the flesh that was held together beneath his fur and skin. Then with the momentum he had left he used his other paw to jab it into his chest attempting to wind his attacker.

Taking the time to also protect himself he kicked off the cats chest and landed with a huff on the ground. Taking the impact of the ground with his paws. He took a step backwards and lowered himself to the ground belly fur brushing the ground. Heaving massive breaths. Without my sense of smell with this useless lump on the end of my face, I guess I'll just have to figure out who this is without.. My nose it was to dark to identify the facial features, she cat or Tom. No it kinda moves like a Tom would. Bulky. It's a Tom. He finally concluded, taht something he thoug wih a gruff sigh. Though he had noticed the Toms form. It was graceful and elegant but un warrior like. Which gave away some information.

Perhaps he was an angry rouge or a confused loner looking for a fight. He shook his head. Why would a loner attack a clan cat? Did they even know what he was for that matter? Why was he wasting time thinking about this. Remember what's going on. Pay attention! He snapped at himself. Breaking free of his thought bubble he focused his gaze on the oriental awaiting the cats attack.

Duskflight

Sorry for the shortish post. Coming back from a hard week of sickness and school.

[monfang]

The Tom flicked his ears and his whiskers twitched in anticipation. He felt like something just beyond his sight was waiting, itching to just leapt out and -- suddenlt taken by suprise a cat leapt from the bushes. Landing a hard blow to the side of his face leaving a trail of his light skin exposed and blood spurting from the opened flesh. His vision went blurry from impact and he staggered backwards in surprise. He let out a soft mrrow but it was interrupted and he went mute. The Tom steadied himself long enough to watch his attacker jump away to protect himself. His vision cleared and before him a large oriental stood just a fox length away back to him. Whitewall drew a hefty breath and began to circle. He wasn't going to ask questions, he wasn't going to try to intimidate his attacker. He would cut the mouse bile. Get right to the point. He studied his attacker, whoever it was they wanted him dead, he wasn't going to let them take him out easily.

His massive paws churned it it he earth below him his tail flicked and lashed like a poised snake. Then bending his hindlegs he.. Waited. Taking a few seconds. He slightly shuffled his position guessing where the Tom would attempt to escape his attack. Towards the closest bushes. I have you now... he thought, then bunching his muscles he Sprang claws outstretched shoulders tense. The time he spent suspended in the air felt like moons, he had time to watch his shadow glide over the patches of dirty snow and fall over his target. Then with his paw extended he knocked the Feline in the side of the head, just as the cat done to him he hooked his claws under the skin trying to snag the flesh that was held together beneath his fur and skin. Then with the momentum he had left he used his other paw to jab it into his chest attempting to wind his attacker.

Taking the time to also protect himself he kicked off the cats chest and landed with a huff on the ground. Taking the impact of the ground with his paws. He took a step backwards and lowered himself to the ground belly fur brushing the ground. Heaving massive breaths. Without my sense of smell with this useless lump on the end of my face, I guess I'll just have to figure out who this is without.. My nose it was to dark to identify the facial features, she cat or Tom. No it kinda moves like a Tom would. Bulky. It's a Tom. He finally concluded, taht something he thoug wih a gruff sigh. Though he had noticed the Toms form. It was graceful and elegant but un warrior like. Which gave away some information.

Perhaps he was an angry rouge or a confused loner looking for a fight. He shook his head. Why would a loner attack a clan cat? Did they even know what he was for that matter? Why was he wasting time thinking about this. Remember what's going on. Pay attention! He snapped at himself. Breaking free of his thought bubble he focused his gaze on the oriental awaiting the cats attack.

Duskflight

Sorry for the shortish post. Coming back from a hard week of sickness and school.
{Hannibal attacked White, not Onyx, yer attacking the wrong cat haha Hannibal is a British Shrthair.}

[wren]

{Hannibal attacked White, not Onyx, yer attacking the wrong cat haha Hannibal is a British Shrthair.}

Yup I know dusk just told me, it's confusing which is british short hair and oriental!! Just pretend that was all British shorthair while I go back and edit everything. Sorry guys!! )

[wren]

Onyx smiled as he watched Hannibal lunge for the warrior. Wonderful... he thought, and didn't attack, yet he walked silently in the overgrowth, not making a sound. He had tooken a bite of the snow so his breath did not show. He watched silently, keeping a close eye on the two. Once Hannibal did enough damage, he would land the final attack, biting the warrior's neck to end him then and there.

Onyx had a smirk go across his maw, the fact that his plan, his mission was working made him feel all the more better. He caught word that a new commander had stepped up, and so if he succeeded in at least ending the deputy, then the new commander may keep his position as Guard. A high rank for most, especially with only four Guards.

Slowly, he circled them in the darkness, the overgrowth keeping him hidden as he walked ever so silently around them. It was as if he was a ghost, or rather, not there at all. Knowing Hannibal, the British Shorthair probably knows he's there, but even he cannot pinpoint the Oriental. It was a matter if he was prepared for the attack. If he was too laid back, then that could lead to his demise, but Onyx knew better.

It was only a matter of time before the warrior made the wrong move, and Hannibal crippled them. Then Onyx would jump and attack, and take their life. It was what he did. It was he was doing. And it was going to keep doing until he died. This was him. No one knew he used to be kind and loving. He seemed to be just a cold-blooded killer when in fact there was more to him, yet he never showed it. He was about as mysterious as Hannibal, another thing that made them so alike. {Wolf}

The Tom flicked his ears and his whiskers twitched in anticipation. He felt like something just beyond his sight was waiting, itching to just leapt out and -- suddenlt taken by suprise a cat leapt from the bushes. Landing a hard blow to the side of his face leaving a trail of his light skin exposed and blood spurting from the opened flesh. His vision went blurry from impact and he staggered backwards in surprise. He let out a soft mrrow but it was interrupted and he went mute. The Tom steadied himself long enough to watch his attacker jump away to protect himself. His vision cleared and before him a large British short hair stood just a fox length away back to him. Whitewall drew a hefty breath and began to circle. He wasn't going to ask questions, he wasn't going to try to intimidate his attacker. He would cut the mouse bile. Get right to the point. He studied his attacker, whoever it was they wanted him dead, he wasn't going to let them take him out easily.

His massive paws churned it it he earth below him his tail flicked and lashed like a poised snake. Then bending his hindlegs he.. Waited. Taking a few seconds. He slightly shuffled his position guessing where the Tom would attempt to escape his attack. Towards the closest bushes. I have you now... he thought, then bunching his muscles he Sprang claws outstretched shoulders tense. The time he spent suspended in the air felt like moons, he had time to watch his shadow glide over the patches of dirty snow and fall over his target. Then with his paw extended he attempted to knock the Feline in the side of the head, just as the cat done to him. He also tried to hook his claws under the skin trying to snag the flesh that was held together beneath his fur and skin. Then with the momentum he had left he made an effort with his other paw to jab it into his chest attempting to wind his attacker.

Taking the time to also protect himself he scrambled off the cats chest and landed with a huff on the ground. Taking the impact of the ground with his paws. He took a step backwards and lowered himself to the ground belly fur brushing the ground. Heaving massive breaths. Without my sense of smell with this useless lump on the end of my face, I guess I'll just have to figure out who this is without.. My nose it was to dark to identify the facial features, she cat or Tom. No it kinda moves like a Tom would. Bulky. It's a Tom. He finally concluded. That's something he thought with a gruff sigh. Though he had noticed the Toms form. It was graceful and elegant but un warrior like. Which gave away some information. When he was close sigh the Tom he could see his body, his build, his fur, british shorthair for sure. Unlike himself the Maine coon.

Perhaps he was an angry rouge or a confused loner looking for a fight. He shook his head. Why would a loner attack a clan cat? Did they even know what he was for that matter? Why was he wasting time thinking about this. Remember what's going on. Pay attention! He snapped at himself. Breaking free of his thought bubble he focused his gaze on the oriental awaiting the cats attack.

Duskflight

Sorry for the shortish post. Coming back from a hard week of sickness and school.

[lost]

Many cats thought that of him, and mistook his demeanor as 'carefree' when in all actuality that's not what it was, Grousestar was not a carefree cat, he was a friendly cat, but most certainly not carefree. He cared about the well being of cats that he knew were good, that he knew posed no threat to his clan or were a part of his clan in general. He enjoyed making friends instead of enemies and would never turn down a friend in need, and that's how he saw Scorchflake at the moment. She was the very cat who saved him from losing any more lives, she was the very cat that ended the liberation of Shadowclan so that the rightful leaders could take back their place. The least he could do was offer her some hospitality and what better than to have her in his clan? She's already proven that she's a valuable warrior that fought for Starclan. He'd be more than happy to invite her into his clan.
But that was another mistake cats made about Grouse, that he was always happy, that that's all that he ever was, sure that's what he was when he was around other cats, cats of his clan and cats of allies, but that's not all there was to Grouse. He was a living, breathing cat just like everyone else, not the embodiment of happiness, it's just the face he chooses to wear so that it keeps the moral of his clan high and to show that they were prospering and doing well despite the bumps they have hit through their history. But he worried just like any cat, he had doubts like any cat, he was an optimist, but he wasn't a total idiot, he knew that things couldn't always go right and couldn't help but worry if his decisions to do what he did were the right thing to do. But for the sake of his clan, he remained as happy as ever, and for the most part? He was happy.
The leader noticed her flinch slightly and his facial features softened considerably as he tried to imagine what she had gone through, knowing full well that it couldn't have been easy to leave the birth of her clan in order to travel here. He couldn't imagine it, and he couldn't imagine the thoughts that whirled in her head, surely calling her a traitor or all sorts of nasty names. But that's not at all how Grousestar saw Scorchflake, not in the slightest. He saw her as a very brave cat, an admirable cat. His emerald gaze swept carefully over her wounds and made a mental note to take her directly to Ebonypaw when they got to camp. Those wounds looked deep and could grow infected if they weren't properly treated, he knew that much.
Nonetheless, he made an offer to her about getting food or hunting her own food in short and she seemed fairly distracted, so he'd simply bring it up again to her later, he wouldn't mind repeating himself, that's one thing he had never minded doing.
Hearing her words, Grousestar couldn't help the soft smile that formed on his lips, his head dipping slightly before lifting again. "No need to thank me Scorchflake, I believe it is the least I could do for an admirable warrior like you. I'd be more than happy to accept you into my clan if that is what you chose to do, and if not, I'd be happy to provide you food and shelter until you decide to leave. Come on, lets get you back to camp. If at any time you need to stop, just tell me and we can take a small break." With that being said, he would walk close to her side and if she gave any indication that she'd need help walking, he'd be right there to help her.
The tan she-cat simply stared at Grousestar a few moments before going to his side, not knowing where the camp- her camp- was, she would rely on the leader quite a bit in her first few days in SkyClan. Not only was it a new clan, but they would have slightly different beliefs and systems. She wasn't aware of everything SkyClan practiced, and so she would have to learn like she did once before when she came to ShadowClan as a young kit. Suddenly she thought of her brother and a terrible pain stabbed through her chest, making her wound feel ten times worse. She hadn't even said goodbye to him. What would he think? They weren't the closest of siblings, by when they were young they swore they would always stay together... Scorchflake wanted to break down, wailing in a curled ball of hours. But she knew that wasn't smart, she had to push forward. There was no going back now. She's a SkyClan warrior, and Condorflight would have to accept that. She'll explain everything at the gathering, if there will even be anymore gatherings, and if SkyClan attends. Casting her gaze to her new leader, she could only think of how grateful she was he had come into her life, and the lives of the other four clans. He was a true leader, one that was worthy of his title and worked to keep it. She hadn't seen a leader like that her entire life. Sure, her leaders were good but they never showed they cared. She was loyal to the clan more than the leader. But now, Scorchflake was fiercely loyal to her leader, not her clan. Grousestar deserved the loyalty he had.
"I..." she started to speak, though she wasn't sure what she was going to say. "I think..." There was a sudden urge to look at her wound, but she refused and just looked at the leader. "I hope you have a patient medicine cat. I have a habit of not taking care of myself." She gave a small smile, as she was joking for the most part, and then she turned her head away from Grousestar and she focused on another part of the territory. She would have to learn the layout of the land.

[The Cannibal]

The Tom flicked his ears and his whiskers twitched in anticipation. He felt like something just beyond his sight was waiting, itching to just leapt out and -- suddenlt taken by suprise a cat leapt from the bushes. Landing a hard blow to the side of his face leaving a trail of his light skin exposed and blood spurting from the opened flesh. His vision went blurry from impact and he staggered backwards in surprise. He let out a soft mrrow but it was interrupted and he went mute. The Tom steadied himself long enough to watch his attacker jump away to protect himself. His vision cleared and before him a large British short hair stood just a fox length away back to him. Whitewall drew a hefty breath and began to circle. He wasn't going to ask questions, he wasn't going to try to intimidate his attacker. He would cut the mouse bile. Get right to the point. He studied his attacker, whoever it was they wanted him dead, he wasn't going to let them take him out easily.

His massive paws churned it it he earth below him his tail flicked and lashed like a poised snake. Then bending his hindlegs he.. Waited. Taking a few seconds. He slightly shuffled his position guessing where the Tom would attempt to escape his attack. Towards the closest bushes. I have you now... he thought, then bunching his muscles he Sprang claws outstretched shoulders tense. The time he spent suspended in the air felt like moons, he had time to watch his shadow glide over the patches of dirty snow and fall over his target. Then with his paw extended he attempted to knock the Feline in the side of the head, just as the cat done to him. He also tried to hook his claws under the skin trying to snag the flesh that was held together beneath his fur and skin. Then with the momentum he had left he made an effort with his other paw to jab it into his chest attempting to wind his attacker.

Taking the time to also protect himself he scrambled off the cats chest and landed with a huff on the ground. Taking the impact of the ground with his paws. He took a step backwards and lowered himself to the ground belly fur brushing the ground. Heaving massive breaths. Without my sense of smell with this useless lump on the end of my face, I guess I'll just have to figure out who this is without.. My nose it was to dark to identify the facial features, she cat or Tom. No it kinda moves like a Tom would. Bulky. It's a Tom. He finally concluded. That's something he thought with a gruff sigh. Though he had noticed the Toms form. It was graceful and elegant but un warrior like. Which gave away some information. When he was close sigh the Tom he could see his body, his build, his fur, british shorthair for sure. Unlike himself the Maine coon.

Perhaps he was an angry rouge or a confused loner looking for a fight. He shook his head. Why would a loner attack a clan cat? Did they even know what he was for that matter? Why was he wasting time thinking about this. Remember what's going on. Pay attention! He snapped at himself. Breaking free of his thought bubble he focused his gaze on the oriental awaiting the cats attack.

Duskflight

Sorry for the shortish post. Coming back from a hard week of sickness and school.
Despite the tom basically knowing he was there, the wiry tom was still to surprise the clanner, giving him a slightly upper hand already in this battle that would surely last no longer than a few minutes, if Hannibal decided to toy with him. His strike hit hard along the side of the toms face, sending a few droplets of crimson off to the side to quietly splatter against the forest floor, the move so quick and clean that the dark grey tom was left with none of the blood on his paw. As the Skyclan cat staggered backwards with the blow, the Syndicate tom was landing and stepping back with a dangerous grace, seeming to be setting up a defensive position, his fiery gaze never once leaving his opponent that will very well be his next victim.
That's interesting, he chooses not to speak. Can't say I've ever recalled a cat not even questioning why I'm doing this. Thought the tom bluntly, but his mind still very much clear and ready to analyze Whitequail's next move.

He's the type of cat who likes to plan his moves it appears. Good, then this should make for an interesting battle. Appearing as limber as ever, the Syndicate cat was still quite ready to leap nimbly out of the way and perform a counter attack as soon as the other decided to strike, thinking a few steps ahead and planning very carefully. Hannibal didn't try to escape at all as the Skyclan cat waited there, seconds away from launching into the air at him. And then Whitequail sprang with outstretched claws, the grey tom lurching left as the larger tom went sailing forward. As soon as Hannibal landed, he pivoted with dangerous ease and went racing right to the other tom as the other lashed out a paw for his head.
He's too slow to try that kind of attack.
Immediately Hannibal ducked down to avoid the sweeping paw and flashed out his own paw, aiming for a slicing blow across the others eye, it was a quick move though could be avoided if he flinched back far enough before he jumped away.

After Whitequail jumped away, and landed on the ground, laying belly down, the dark grey tom stood there, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth as he looked at the other whose cheek, and possibly eye, was bleeding.
My turn for the offense again.
Casually, the wiry british shorthair began to pad in a circle around the Skyclan tom, occasionally making lurching movements as if he were about to strike, testing this cats reflexes, making him jumpy, attempting to confuse him to when he'd really strike. That was part of what Hannibal did, he psyched out his opponents, made it hard to guess his next move.
And then? All of a sudden he was lunging from behind, not a sound escaping him as he went sailing for the other toms back, claws outstretched, aiming to land on the others back so that he could pin him to the ground and sink his fangs into his skull to end this fight because truly, Hannibal was growing bored of it.

[Maplefur]

@cedar
Moleclaw gave occasional angry huffs as he padded alongside Cougarleap. Not only was he forced onto patrol, but worse with her. He still did not consider himself in good standings with the molly. Forget my past?! She can go and forget her past! Anger boiled underneath his skin, though it was a feeling he had become used to. It was strange when he didn't feel anger. I don't care what we catch, so long as we catch it quick enough to get me back to camp and out of this mess. His fur was slightly ruffled, and everything about him radiated a deep bitterness. This is what made cats around camp avoid him; this is what made him an outsider. But did he care? Partially. He cared enough for it to add to his anger- and add to his list of 'woes' to complain about.

The tom had been lost in thought, so much in fact that he didn't notice the thorn bush in front of them, instead crashing right into it. "Wha-? Fox dung!" He hissed, thrashing about as he tried to dislodge himself. It only seemed to make it worse, and snarls escaped him as he became more and more stuck into the thorns. He felt sharp picks all along him, and one particular one on his nose made his eyes water. Embarrassment flushed over him as Moleclaw looked over at his hunting companion. "Well, are you just going to stand there? Get me out!" He snapped, wriggling more. He stopped moving when it proved once again to be the opposite of helpful. Just great! And now I've scared all the prey away!

[monfang]

( Nighty )
Onyx was alone once again. He stalked around, having passed many already but he wanted a fight. He masked his scent, was light on his feet, and he traveled at amazing speeds. He jumped into a tree and looked around, and he spotted a tom not too far off. The tom looked like a weak Abyssinian with a limp. Maybe he would be a fight?

With a flick of his tail and a slight 'hmm' of thought, he jumped from branch to branch to ground. Slowly he stalked through the territory, but little did he know the misty morning was taking his scent-blocker little by little. He made his way into some overgrowth by the tom, and followed him in-step.

Wonderful. He has a twisted paw, which either means he's weak, or he's aware of any danger. Onyx thought, his icy-blue eyes lit up by the purple morning that crossed the once black sky. Let's make this quick.

After a moment, he jumped and landed in the tom's way, staring into his eyes dead on, his icy-blue eyes looking like they were staring at his very soul. His eyes were narrowed into a deadly look as he remained silent, and he lowered his head, a low snarl now building in his chest as his deadly stare only made his entire look more terrifying. This was his chance to finally kill another cat, then attack with full force. Halite would praise him for a successful attack.

[goddess of ducks]

( Nighty )
Onyx was alone once again. He stalked around, having passed many already but he wanted a fight. He masked his scent, was light on his feet, and he traveled at amazing speeds. He jumped into a tree and looked around, and he spotted a tom not too far off. The tom looked like a weak Abyssinian with a limp. Maybe he would be a fight?

With a flick of his tail and a slight 'hmm' of thought, he jumped from branch to branch to ground. Slowly he stalked through the territory, but little did he know the misty morning was taking his scent-blocker little by little. He made his way into some overgrowth by the tom, and followed him in-step.

Wonderful. He has a twisted paw, which either means he's weak, or he's aware of any danger. Onyx thought, his icy-blue eyes lit up by the purple morning that crossed the once black sky. Let's make this quick.

After a moment, he jumped and landed in the tom's way, staring into his eyes dead on, his icy-blue eyes looking like they were staring at his very soul. His eyes were narrowed into a deadly look as he remained silent, and he lowered his head, a low snarl now building in his chest as his deadly stare only made his entire look more terrifying. This was his chance to finally kill another cat, then attack with full force. Halite would praise him for a successful attack.
(lol he's being doubled rn, cause he's in the med den too)
Cliffheart strode through the territory, his limp still giving him pains. The dust tinted tom continued on confidently, knowing he was fine, his leg was just up to its usual antics. Of course though, he had taken it somewhat easy since the fight with the Clans and their liberation. All the fighting and traveling had given it a hard time, therefore it was causing him more pain than usual. None the less, he continued, determined to provide for the Clan as if his leg wasn't even twisted in the first place. As he strolled through the misty air, he kept his caws unsheathed. He was just out for a hint, but figured he would check the border near the Syndicate anyways. He had heard some about them, and fought a cat during the Liberations, but nothing too grand. He knew they didn't believe in Starclan, and they weren't in any way friendly. He didn't care though, all he cared about was his Clan. He felt his hackles rise as he neared the center of the mist, closer to the new border. He inhaled a strange smell, one that smelled of a feline, but one he didn't know. To musty for a loner or kittypet. It didn't have the pine sap scent of Shadowclan, the river scent of Riverclan, the moor smell of Windclan, nor the forest smell of Thinderclan. The scent smelled vaguely familiar, but he had never smelled it in full force before, masked by the scents of Clan cats. He froze, fur rising along his spine. He sniffed the air, nervously, but determined. He had to find out where the scent was coming from.

He believed that he had located the direction of the scent, and was about to turn that way when he heard the thrumming of paw steps. He almost spun in a 180 circle to face the unknown, when a dark pelted figure landed in front of him. He felt a series of dread settle in his stomach. He flexed his claws into the moist, soft ground in anticipation. He had a bad feeling about this, and wished it wasn't happening. He blinked his eyes shut several times, but knew he was awake, not dreaming. Instead, he narrowed his pastel green hues, and glared at the figure before him. He cleared his throat and fluffed his short fur, giving himself a bit more volume. "Who's there?" He asked, forcing his voice to sound deeper and more intimidating. He was nervous about the encounter. Skyclan, nor any other cat he knew crept around in the mist in a stalker like way. He was just glad the mist hid the shake of fear.

[monfang]

(lol he's being doubled rn, cause he's in the med den too)
Cliffheart strode through the territory, his limp still giving him pains. The dust tinted tom continued on confidently, knowing he was fine, his leg was just up to its usual antics. Of course though, he had taken it somewhat easy since the fight with the Clans and their liberation. All the fighting and traveling had given it a hard time, therefore it was causing him more pain than usual. None the less, he continued, determined to provide for the Clan as if his leg wasn't even twisted in the first place. As he strolled through the misty air, he kept his caws unsheathed. He was just out for a hint, but figured he would check the border near the Syndicate anyways. He had heard some about them, and fought a cat during the Liberations, but nothing too grand. He knew they didn't believe in Starclan, and they weren't in any way friendly. He didn't care though, all he cared about was his Clan. He felt his hackles rise as he neared the center of the mist, closer to the new border. He inhaled a strange smell, one that smelled of a feline, but one he didn't know. To musty for a loner or kittypet. It didn't have the pine sap scent of Shadowclan, the river scent of Riverclan, the moor smell of Windclan, nor the forest smell of Thinderclan. The scent smelled vaguely familiar, but he had never smelled it in full force before, masked by the scents of Clan cats. He froze, fur rising along his spine. He sniffed the air, nervously, but determined. He had to find out where the scent was coming from.

He believed that he had located the direction of the scent, and was about to turn that way when he heard the thrumming of paw steps. He almost spun in a 180 circle to face the unknown, when a dark pelted figure landed in front of him. He felt a series of dread settle in his stomach. He flexed his claws into the moist, soft ground in anticipation. He had a bad feeling about this, and wished it wasn't happening. He blinked his eyes shut several times, but knew he was awake, not dreaming. Instead, he narrowed his pastel green hues, and glared at the figure before him. He cleared his throat and fluffed his short fur, giving himself a bit more volume. "Who's there?" He asked, forcing his voice to sound deeper and more intimidating. He was nervous about the encounter. Skyclan, nor any other cat he knew crept around in the mist in a stalker like way. He was just glad the mist hid the shake of fear.
The oriental smirked. "The one and only SCAR!" he snarled, and lunged, a blow aimed for his head. He had to prove himself. Power. That he needed. He then jumped back, not certain if the blow landed. He went intona defensive position.

This was rather interesting already, and maybe this tom was better than the battles before. "Be prepared to be the next victim!" he laughed.

[Momotaro]

Inkclaws yellow lamp like eyes searched the trees, no birds.... He listened out, hopeing to hear the familiar sound of jay or black bird song. He finally spotted a woodpecker knocking on a tree, the pure-black cat padded under the tree. He curled up like a spring, his powerful back paws ready to leap, the blackbird looked down, it was going to fly away when the Tom snatched it out of the air as it was taking of. He smiled at his handy work then buried it. He was walking away when he heard the bushes rustle, a fox! He changed into his battle stance and glared at the bushes.

Slash-GNR

[Slash-GNR]

Inkclaws yellow lamp like eyes searched the trees, no birds.... He listened out, hopeing to hear the familiar sound of jay or black bird song. He finally spotted a woodpecker knocking on a tree, the pure-black cat padded under the tree. He curled up like a spring, his powerful back paws ready to leap, the blackbird looked down, it was going to fly away when the Tom snatched it out of the air as it was taking of. He smiled at his handy work then buried it. He was walking away when he heard the bushes rustle, a fox! He changed into his battle stance and glared at the bushes.

Slash-GNR

The fluffy dilute calico female padded in the forest. Her hazel eyes peering around for any signs or prey. She smelt a mix of scents and decided to check it out. Once she got close enough and got in the stalking position and began to crawl through the brush. However, her foot got stuck in some weeds, which caused the brush to shake. She began to growl and hiss at this not aware there was another Skyclan cat near her.

[Momotaro]

The fluffy dilute calico female padded in the forest. Her hazel eyes peering around for any signs or prey. She smelt a mix of scents and decided to check it out. Once she got close enough and got in the stalking position and began to crawl through the brush. However, her foot got stuck in some weeds, which caused the brush to shake. She began to growl and hiss at this not aware there was another Skyclan cat near her.

The black tom got even a tighter of a stance, it's definitely a fox... He lept forward, black fur shimmering in the light, hoping to catch the creature of guard. He instead, landed on a calico loner. He jump of from momentary shock then quickly regained his composure. "Oh. It's just you" he mewed, not hiding the disappointment in his voice, "why were you hiding in the bushes?"

[Slash-GNR]

The black tom got even a tighter of a stance, it's definitely a fox... He lept forward, black fur shimmering in the light, hoping to catch the creature of guard. He instead, landed on a calico loner. He jump of from momentary shock then quickly regained his composure. "Oh. It's just you" he mewed, not hiding the disappointment in his voice, "why were you hiding in the bushes?"

The female rolled her eyes, "Not really hiding, more like stuck," she said turning her gaze to her caught foot. "Mind helping?" she asked turning back to the male. (sry short)

[Momotaro]

The female rolled her eyes, "Not really hiding, more like stuck," she said turning her gaze to her caught foot. "Mind helping?" she asked turning back to the male. (sry short)

The annoyed tom flicked his tail in annoyance, but he went over and helped the she-cat out of the bush, "You have as much sense as a new-born kit who sneaked out of camp!"

(GTG, school.)

[Starfall]

toothlost!
{Sorry it's a little short, multitasking atm}
Sweetpaw pushed his way through the entrance, the sticks snagging his cream colored fur, which took him a few seconds to untangle. He hopped a few mouse-lengths ahead and stopped, waiting for his hunting companion to follow him, not wanting to get in trouble with his mentor quite yet "I don't understand why I was forced to go hunting with you, I can manage just fine on my own." he retorted, his ears flattening against his head, his whiskers quivered as he remembered Nightflash nag at him. He turned his green hues upon the calico molly, annoyance emminating from the young tom, he greatly detested pity, and in his mind, his mentor was pitying him, and gave him a someone who would "help", the thought of that made his fur bristle. The cream tabby let out a snort and began to stalk forward, keeping a quick pace, not bothering to slow down for the other molly.

[lost]

toothlost!
{Sorry it's a little short, multitasking atm}
Sweetpaw pushed his way through the entrance, the sticks snagging his cream colored fur, which took him a few seconds to untangle. He hopped a few mouse-lengths ahead and stopped, waiting for his hunting companion to follow him, not wanting to get in trouble with his mentor quite yet "I don't understand why I was forced to go hunting with you, I can manage just fine on my own." he retorted, his ears flattening against his head, his whiskers quivered as he remembered Nightflash nag at him. He turned his green hues upon the calico molly, annoyance emminating from the young tom, he greatly detested pity, and in his mind, his mentor was pitying him, and gave him a someone who would "help", the thought of that made his fur bristle. The cream tabby let out a snort and began to stalk forward, keeping a quick pace, not bothering to slow down for the other molly.

Sycamorepaw wasn't against hunting with a cat her age, though she would have preferred an older apprentice over a younger one. And a nicer one. This cat was going to be rude the entire trip, and she had no patience to deal with rude cats. "I don't know why I was forced to go hunting with you, either." She retorted, lashing her tail once and casting her gaze to watch him. He wasn't the most mature of cats, yet. Remembering her own days as a young apprentice, she flattened her ears. Those days were farther away than her warrior ceremony now, and she felt a bit bummed. The she-cat wasn't ready to grow up, which was ironic considering when she was a kit that's all she looked forward to. In a way she could relate to Sweetpaw, but his immature and rude attitude was a bit irritating. He was at a stage in his life where he was starting to mature but hadn't yet found the difference between kit play and seriousness. In time, he would. For now, she had to be the leader and show him the ropes.
"We'll go to the outer edges of the territory, more chance of prey there with the cold." If he wanted to argue, she would just hand him the reigns and he could lead the patrol to a failed hunting party.

[Starfall]

Sycamorepaw wasn't against hunting with a cat her age, though she would have preferred an older apprentice over a younger one. And a nicer one. This cat was going to be rude the entire trip, and she had no patience to deal with rude cats. "I don't know why I was forced to go hunting with you, either." She retorted, lashing her tail once and casting her gaze to watch him. He wasn't the most mature of cats, yet. Remembering her own days as a young apprentice, she flattened her ears. Those days were farther away than her warrior ceremony now, and she felt a bit bummed. The she-cat wasn't ready to grow up, which was ironic considering when she was a kit that's all she looked forward to. In a way she could relate to Sweetpaw, but his immature and rude attitude was a bit irritating. He was at a stage in his life where he was starting to mature but hadn't yet found the difference between kit play and seriousness. In time, he would. For now, she had to be the leader and show him the ropes.
"We'll go to the outer edges of the territory, more chance of prey there with the cold." If he wanted to argue, she would just hand him the reigns and he could lead the patrol to a failed hunting party.
Sweetkit looked behind him, glaring at the other apprentice, not really taking well to the order, yet he let out an exasperated sigh and followed the other reluctantly. He wasn't really in the mood to try and argue with someone who was older than him, rather he was extremely tired, he didn't go to sleep at the normal time, instead he decided it was a fabulous idea to go for a stroll in the middle of the night. The cream tabby let out a squeak when he fell half way into the snow, up to his stomach in the fluffy white flakes. He let out a little grunt and managed to pull himself out, clumps of snow clung to his legs and the bottom of his stomach. He flattned his ears and growled, feeling emberassed for his squeak, Warriors don't squeak, and they definitely didn't fall through snow. He turned his green hues up at Sycamorepaw and scowled "What are you looking at?!" he snapped then stormed forward, not stopping or slowing down until they were close to the Shadowclan border. The young tom stopped and looked around, after a few moments of trying to spot a morsel he flattned his ears and scowled "There's no prey out here, just a bunch of dead plants." he sighed, his shoulders slumping once he realized that he didn't get to prove his mentor wrong, it then again what did he have to prove to him, he was a good hunter, and he was a little ahead of the other new apprentices in battle training, he was doing great and he didn't need to prove anything to anyone.

Sweetpaw let out a sigh and turned to look at his companion, guilt washed over the younger once he remembered that he wasn't the only one who got dragged out here as well, he felt bad for snapping at the molly "...Hey, sorry for snapping at you, I just don't like being given orders is all. That and I was forced to go hunting for the fourth time today, I was supposed to help fix the Apprentices den." he sighed, flattening his ears, he didn't really like to apologize to others, and only really did it I felt he felt like they deserved it, but he also didn't like being in another's debt, that annoyed him the most. He looked around once more, double checking, making sure there wasn't any mice, or birds, or thrush before he Sara himself down with a huff "Is there any way I could make it up to you? I don't like oweng anyone anything." he huffed, looking up at Sycamorepaw through his lashes, his green hues shone with honesty as he spoke to the other, on em he makes a promise, he always makes sure it's held, no matter what, he hates it when others break their promises with him, so in turn he would never do that to someone else. He looked at the other, waiting for her to contribute to the conversation, waiting for her to request something, anything, he wouldn't be able to stand it if she never asked for anything, it would make him go nuts.

[lost]

Sweetkit looked behind him, glaring at the other apprentice, not really taking well to the order, yet he let out an exasperated sigh and followed the other reluctantly. He wasn't really in the mood to try and argue with someone who was older than him, rather he was extremely tired, he didn't go to sleep at the normal time, instead he decided it was a fabulous idea to go for a stroll in the middle of the night. The cream tabby let out a squeak when he fell half way into the snow, up to his stomach in the fluffy white flakes. He let out a little grunt and managed to pull himself out, clumps of snow clung to his legs and the bottom of his stomach. He flattned his ears and growled, feeling emberassed for his squeak, Warriors don't squeak, and they definitely didn't fall through snow. He turned his green hues up at Sycamorepaw and scowled "What are you looking at?!" he snapped then stormed forward, not stopping or slowing down until they were close to the Shadowclan border. The young tom stopped and looked around, after a few moments of trying to spot a morsel he flattned his ears and scowled "There's no prey out here, just a bunch of dead plants." he sighed, his shoulders slumping once he realized that he didn't get to prove his mentor wrong, it then again what did he have to prove to him, he was a good hunter, and he was a little ahead of the other new apprentices in battle training, he was doing great and he didn't need to prove anything to anyone.

Sweetpaw let out a sigh and turned to look at his companion, guilt washed over the younger once he remembered that he wasn't the only one who got dragged out here as well, he felt bad for snapping at the molly "...Hey, sorry for snapping at you, I just don't like being given orders is all. That and I was forced to go hunting for the fourth time today, I was supposed to help fix the Apprentices den." he sighed, flattening his ears, he didn't really like to apologize to others, and only really did it I felt he felt like they deserved it, but he also didn't like being in another's debt, that annoyed him the most. He looked around once more, double checking, making sure there wasn't any mice, or birds, or thrush before he Sara himself down with a huff "Is there any way I could make it up to you? I don't like oweng anyone anything." he huffed, looking up at Sycamorepaw through his lashes, his green hues shone with honesty as he spoke to the other, on em he makes a promise, he always makes sure it's held, no matter what, he hates it when others break their promises with him, so in turn he would never do that to someone else. He looked at the other, waiting for her to contribute to the conversation, waiting for her to request something, anything, he wouldn't be able to stand it if she never asked for anything, it would make him go nuts.

The she-cat watched the whole mess of Sweetpaw falling into the snow and she simply flicked her tail and turned her gaze away, only looking back when he regained his footing. As he got angry that she looked, she turned her gaze away and neglected to look at him again. As they traveled, she caught scent of a squirrel and wandered off, not bothering to alert the tom. He'd notice she disappeared, probably. It didn't take her long to catch the prey and when she rejoined him, he was complaining that there was no prey. It was quite amusing, as she was carrying a scrawny squirrel in her jaws. She set it down and kicked dirt over it, "Perhaps using your nose would be more beneficial than looking around aimlessly." She could have been nicer about it, but the tom had gotten on her nerves already and she lost her kind attitude. She glanced at him once and then left his side and scented the air, not straying too far from him.
Her ears perked up as he apologized for snapping, explaining he hated being told what, that he didn't get to do what he wanted. At first, she thought he was selfish and foolish, but then she could relate. Every cat was like him once, when they were young apprentices. "You'll have to get used to it," she stated softly, "We'll be given orders we don't always like, and we'll have to do things we don't like. We aren't in charge, after all." She looked at him with a soft smile, as if reassuring him there were no grudges between them. Though, when he asked if he could make it up to her, she just stared blankly at him. "There's nothing to be made up," she mewed and turned away from him, focusing on trying to catch a scent of something. There was nothing, and so she returned to his side.

[Starfall]

The she-cat watched the whole mess of Sweetpaw falling into the snow and she simply flicked her tail and turned her gaze away, only looking back when he regained his footing. As he got angry that she looked, she turned her gaze away and neglected to look at him again. As they traveled, she caught scent of a squirrel and wandered off, not bothering to alert the tom. He'd notice she disappeared, probably. It didn't take her long to catch the prey and when she rejoined him, he was complaining that there was no prey. It was quite amusing, as she was carrying a scrawny squirrel in her jaws. She set it down and kicked dirt over it, "Perhaps using your nose would be more beneficial than looking around aimlessly." She could have been nicer about it, but the tom had gotten on her nerves already and she lost her kind attitude. She glanced at him once and then left his side and scented the air, not straying too far from him.
Her ears perked up as he apologized for snapping, explaining he hated being told what, that he didn't get to do what he wanted. At first, she thought he was selfish and foolish, but then she could relate. Every cat was like him once, when they were young apprentices. "You'll have to get used to it," she stated softly, "We'll be given orders we don't always like, and we'll have to do things we don't like. We aren't in charge, after all." She looked at him with a soft smile, as if reassuring him there were no grudges between them. Though, when he asked if he could make it up to her, she just stared blankly at him. "There's nothing to be made up," she mewed and turned away from him, focusing on trying to catch a scent of something. There was nothing, and so she returned to his side.
Sweetpaw narrowed his eyes at the molly as she began to walk away, annoyance began to grow larger with every step she took. After a few seconds of just glaring he let out a snort and shook off his fur, trying to get rid of the snow clumps that attached themselves to his soft pelt. He decided to take the others advise and try to scent the prey instead, he lifted his maw and drank in the scents around him, hoping that there was at least a small morsel leaf-bare wanted to spare. To his surprise he managed to scent a mouse, near the brambles, this made him giddy, his first catch, unless of course Sycamorepaw wished to catch it. He turned his green hues to the molly as she stood next to him, he flicked his tail in the direction of the mouse and began to stalk forward, hoping that the snow would be a little quieter. Before he got too close he made sure that he was downwind of the mouse, remembering the lesson that Nightflash taught him, recalling the firm and serious attitude of the tom as he nagged the younger. Once he made sure he was down wind he creeped forward until he was about three mouse-lengths away from the mouse, then lurched forward, quickly snapping the morsels neck beneath his paws. The cream tabby grinned and buried the catch, making sure it was buried enough that no preying hunters would try and steal it. He whipped around and faced the other, a big grin plastered on his face "That was my first catch! Though it was a little small...." he trailed off, turning his gaze back to his catch, it wasn't the best, or the biggest, but it was what the clan needed right now, and he knew that, but he still wished that he could have gotten something bigger, better, something that could have fed more mouths. He let out a sigh and looked back at the older, "You're in charge, where to now?" he asked, his tail tip flicking back and fourth as he waited for an answer.

[lost]

Sweetpaw narrowed his eyes at the molly as she began to walk away, annoyance began to grow larger with every step she took. After a few seconds of just glaring he let out a snort and shook off his fur, trying to get rid of the snow clumps that attached themselves to his soft pelt. He decided to take the others advise and try to scent the prey instead, he lifted his maw and drank in the scents around him, hoping that there was at least a small morsel leaf-bare wanted to spare. To his surprise he managed to scent a mouse, near the brambles, this made him giddy, his first catch, unless of course Sycamorepaw wished to catch it. He turned his green hues to the molly as she stood next to him, he flicked his tail in the direction of the mouse and began to stalk forward, hoping that the snow would be a little quieter. Before he got too close he made sure that he was downwind of the mouse, remembering the lesson that Nightflash taught him, recalling the firm and serious attitude of the tom as he nagged the younger. Once he made sure he was down wind he creeped forward until he was about three mouse-lengths away from the mouse, then lurched forward, quickly snapping the morsels neck beneath his paws. The cream tabby grinned and buried the catch, making sure it was buried enough that no preying hunters would try and steal it. He whipped around and faced the other, a big grin plastered on his face "That was my first catch! Though it was a little small...." he trailed off, turning his gaze back to his catch, it wasn't the best, or the biggest, but it was what the clan needed right now, and he knew that, but he still wished that he could have gotten something bigger, better, something that could have fed more mouths. He let out a sigh and looked back at the older, "You're in charge, where to now?" he asked, his tail tip flicking back and fourth as he waited for an answer.
Sycamorepaw had caught a trace of the mouse, but as she saw Sweetpaw signal he was going to retrieve it, she sat silently and watched him. Her eyes were observant, and she watched curiously as he began to stalk his prey. His stance was a bit off, but he had the patience to take it slow and steady. With more training, she though, he'd be a valuable hunter. As he caught the prey, she felt a burst of pride, but she didn't let it show. Finding out that this was his first catch, she felt honored to be able to witness it, though she questioned the methods of his mentor in that he hasn't caught anything yet. "That was a very good catch, especially for it being your first one." She looked at him with a reassuring grin, a small prideful glint in her eyes before she looked away, debating his question of where they would go next. "How about we head towards the opposite border, and if we don't find anything head back this way and then make our way back to camp? We don't want to be out too long, and if we don't find anything in that time we probably won't if we keep trying." She doubted they would find any prey, but they couldn't just give up. Patrols didn't function that way. SkyClan warriors didn't give up.
Looking back at the younger apprentice, she started forward, making her way to the opposite border in hopes the pair would find something for the clan to eat. She knew the warrior patrols had found prey, but the more they found, the better the clan could eat.

[monfang]

( Duskflight Empress Of Evil )
(Private)
This was it. The final leg of his plan. He sensed them before they even left the camp, and they were angry. That's what the black oriental wanted. Anger. Anger blinds you in battle. His scent masked, he stalked silently, following behind the leader and deputy, his icy orbs focused on theirs movement. They were cautious, but they was still not the fighting type. This gave him the upper hand.

He debated on whether or not to jump out and attack, but he simply glanced at his companion, his gaze telling him to stay back- for now. He calmly gained ahead if the leader than stepped onto his path, his head low and a murderous gaze came from the mists that filled the cold air around his eyes. He said nothing, he did nothing. He simply stared deep into his eyes, like his gaze was peircing to his very soul.

After a while, he rose his head, and a cool smile crossed his maw. "Grousestar..." he meowed, hius voice calm and husky. "This is an honor, wouldn't you agree?" he said, and turned to the deputy. "And you must be Auroraflame. This is a pleasure." he chuckled.

"I must say, I thought you would be solo, but good thing you are not." he said, and he flicked his tail, signalling Hannibal to step from his hidden place. "Meet my companion, Hannibal." he meowed, his gaze unwavering from Grousestar's green eyes. How far will he go? he asked himself.

[Empress Of Evil]

( Duskflight Empress Of Evil )
(Private)
This was it. The final leg of his plan. He sensed them before they even left the camp, and they were angry. That's what the black oriental wanted. Anger. Anger blinds you in battle. His scent masked, he stalked silently, following behind the leader and deputy, his icy orbs focused on theirs movement. They were cautious, but they was still not the fighting type. This gave him the upper hand.

He debated on whether or not to jump out and attack, but he simply glanced at his companion, his gaze telling him to stay back- for now. He calmly gained ahead if the leader than stepped onto his path, his head low and a murderous gaze came from the mists that filled the cold air around his eyes. He said nothing, he did nothing. He simply stared deep into his eyes, like his gaze was peircing to his very soul.

After a while, he rose his head, and a cool smile crossed his maw. "Grousestar..." he meowed, hius voice calm and husky. "This is an honor, wouldn't you agree?" he said, and turned to the deputy. "And you must be Auroraflame. This is a pleasure." he chuckled.

"I must say, I thought you would be solo, but good thing you are not." he said, and he flicked his tail, signalling Hannibal to step from his hidden place. "Meet my companion, Hannibal." he meowed, his gaze unwavering from Grousestar's green eyes. How far will he go? he asked himself.

Auroraflame padded beside Grousestar at a rather cautious, yet brisk pace. She was going to let this killer know that he wasn't welcome here. Hearing the news that he had killed a few members in her clan, she couldn't say she had been the happiest cat on earth. The deputy was glad that they had finally found the time to make the killer stop. Auroraflame didn't know much about the cat, only that he was a tom and his name was Onyx, and obviously that he had mudered a few Skyclan cats. The ebony she-cat's claws were unsheathed and her ears were perked up, listening carefully for any sign that could give away the murderer's hiding spot. Auroraflame got the feeling that someone was watching them, she felt like someone's eyes were piercing into her back, burning a hole through her. I bet a moon of dawn patrols that someone's following us, Auroraflame thought suspiciously. For her, that thought wasn't one that she was completely certain about, but she had some suspicion about it.

Suddenly, a black oriental stepped out of the undergrowth. She halted in a graceful manner, not a sharp one, despite how suddenly Onyx had appeared out of the bushes. She eyed the tom for a moment, scanning him before a thought came to mind, Ugly. Maybe it was just her anger at the tom that made her think he was ugly, or maybe she thought it was the truth. Onyx's deep blue orbs pierced into her and Grousestar's. Auroraflame didn't know what Grousestar would do to deal with his staring but she simply stared back. Her face without an expression, her icy blues hues staring back at his own. If he was asking for a staring contest, she would give him one.

She stopped though as Onyx lifted his head higher and spoke in a calm voice. The sound of Onyx's chuckle just made her want to kill his voice box. Auroraflame wasn't really scared of Onyx, just angry. He had killed innocent cats that hadn't deserved it. Normally, Auroraflame was friendly and easy to approach but as of now, if you were the murderer, you may not want to face her. "Oh the pleasure is all mine Onyx", Auroraflame finally said calmy. The ebony she-cat had a fake smile on her maw, though her icy orbs were cold, and they gave off a deadly look.

The deputy's gaze unwavered as Hannibal stepped out. He brought along a friend, how lovely of him, Auroraflame thought. No matter the situation (unless someone had died), Auroraflame would always be able to come up with something sarcastic to say or think.

Duskflight

[The Cannibal]

( Duskflight Empress Of Evil )
(Private)
This was it. The final leg of his plan. He sensed them before they even left the camp, and they were angry. That's what the black oriental wanted. Anger. Anger blinds you in battle. His scent masked, he stalked silently, following behind the leader and deputy, his icy orbs focused on theirs movement. They were cautious, but they was still not the fighting type. This gave him the upper hand.

He debated on whether or not to jump out and attack, but he simply glanced at his companion, his gaze telling him to stay back- for now. He calmly gained ahead if the leader than stepped onto his path, his head low and a murderous gaze came from the mists that filled the cold air around his eyes. He said nothing, he did nothing. He simply stared deep into his eyes, like his gaze was peircing to his very soul.

After a while, he rose his head, and a cool smile crossed his maw. "Grousestar..." he meowed, hius voice calm and husky. "This is an honor, wouldn't you agree?" he said, and turned to the deputy. "And you must be Auroraflame. This is a pleasure." he chuckled.

"I must say, I thought you would be solo, but good thing you are not." he said, and he flicked his tail, signalling Hannibal to step from his hidden place. "Meet my companion, Hannibal." he meowed, his gaze unwavering from Grousestar's green eyes. How far will he go? he asked himself.
Auroraflame padded beside Grousestar at a rather cautious, yet brisk pace. She was going to let this killer know that he wasn't welcome here. Hearing the news that he had killed a few members in her clan, she couldn't say she had been the happiest cat on earth. The deputy was glad that they had finally found the time to make the killer stop. Auroraflame didn't know much about the cat, only that he was a tom and his name was Onyx, and obviously that he had mudered a few Skyclan cats. The ebony she-cat's claws were unsheathed and her ears were perked up, listening carefully for any sign that could give away the murderer's hiding spot. Auroraflame got the feeling that someone was watching them, she felt like someone's eyes were piercing into her back, burning a hole through her. I bet a moon of dawn patrols that someone's following us, Auroraflame thought suspiciously. For her, that thought wasn't one that she was completely certain about, but she had some suspicion about it.

Suddenly, a black oriental stepped out of the undergrowth. She halted in a graceful manner, not a sharp one, despite how suddenly Onyx had appeared out of the bushes. She eyed the tom for a moment, scanning him before a thought came to mind, Ugly. Maybe it was just her anger at the tom that made her think he was ugly, or maybe she thought it was the truth. Onyx's deep blue orbs pierced into her and Grousestar's. Auroraflame didn't know what Grousestar would do to deal with his staring but she simply stared back. Her face without an expression, her icy blues hues staring back at his own. If he was asking for a staring contest, she would give him one.

She stopped though as Onyx lifted his head higher and spoke in a calm voice. The sound of Onyx's chuckle just made her want to kill his voice box. Auroraflame wasn't really scared of Onyx, just angry. He had killed innocent cats that hadn't deserved it. Normally, Auroraflame was friendly and easy to approach but as of now, if you were the murderer, you may not want to face her. "Oh the pleasure is all mine Onyx", Auroraflame finally said calmy. The ebony she-cat had a fake smile on her maw, though her icy orbs were cold, and they gave off a deadly look.

The deputy's gaze unwavered as Hannibal stepped out. He brought along a friend, how lovely of him, Auroraflame thought. No matter the situation (unless someone had died), Auroraflame would always be able to come up with something sarcastic to say or think.

Duskflight
Grousestar was a very proactive leader in his clan, he always noticed when someone was missing and what was going on because he always looked for that sort of thing, he liked to get to know the cats of his clan, not just blindly rule a bunch of cats. He wasn't in this for power or for fame, he was in this to better Skyclan and to make his clanmates proud to be a part of Skyclan. There was no cat in this clan that was more loyal than the leader himself and that was a fact. So when he started noticing the absence of some of his warriors and apprentices and started getting reports of corpses being marked with an 'x', he knew he had to put a stop to it. It infuriated him that some other cat would dare to do that to any member of his clan. It was like a personal attack on him and Starclan save any cat that threatened the safety of his friends.
As he padded out of camp with his deputy, a starkly cold look was on his face, something that completely contrasted everything that he usually was. His emerald eyes were not light, cheery, happy, they were angered, cool, controlled. He was going to deal with this problem as efficiently as he could. Despite his anger though, he was no idiot, he knew that he hadn't a clue about how many cats were doing this or what their skill set was and so he knew it wouldn't be a good idea to go out alone. So what better cat to bring than his own deputy? Grousestar trusted her completely, why else would he chose her for deputy.

As the two figureheads of the clan made their way out into the territory to confront the problem, the leader couldn't quite help but have a feeling that he was being watched though simply brushed it off as perhaps a subtle nervousness that came about with dealing with things like this. Sure he was a strong tom, but the fact that some of his warriors and apprentices were outright murdered for no reason? It could be a bit unnerving. But he didn't show this, he didn't even think about this, he focused on the fact that the safety of his clan was being threatened, helping to fuel his cold anger.

Suddenly a black oriental intercepted the two, not saying a word at first, simply staring into the Skyclan leader's eyes who cooly stared right back, the tip of his tail flicking. This is the one alright.
It was the look in the cats eyes that gave it away, and the fact that he had a hard time picking out a scent, meaning that he had purposefully tried to get rid of it. This was the cat that was murdering members of his clan.

Flicking an ear, he let the tom speak, unsure of how the black cat knew of his name but deciding to not let it bother him. His name has likely spread through all of the clans by this time.
"I'm sorry to say sir, but no, I don't believe it is an honor to meet you, in fact, I'm not even sure of your name." It was a polite statement, but it was cold and flat, showing that Grousestar truly meant business and was not unnerved by the toms sudden appearance or the fact that he was unable to scent him immediately.

Hannibal stayed as silent and as still as ever, observing the two Skyclan cats, looking first at Grousestar and then at Auroraflame, reading their demeanor and making assumptions of what they were thinking, how they felt. When Onyx made mention of him, he simply flicked his ear and stood, stepping forward and politely dipping his head to the two, despite the fact that he's been murdering and assisting in the murder of their cats.
"Greetings."
Those fiery hell pits that were his eyes focused on the leader and then at Auroraflame again, the sunlight glinting off of his unsheathed, clean claws.

"Right. You are not of Skyclan, either of you, what are you doing in my territory." Grousestar questioned, not harshly but sternly, his jaw taught as he looked back and forth between the two toms, not out right accusing them of the murders considering he couldn't be completely positive of it, but wanting at least an answer to that basic question, from whichever would answer first.

[Reverie]

Sterlingrose sighs, she squared her shoulders, and chewed on her maw silently, clearly she was nervous, but for what reason?

The she-cat's silver tawny pelt shone in the sunlight, as did her green eyes, as she laid down by a tree, stiffly.

[monfang]

Auroraflame padded beside Grousestar at a rather cautious, yet brisk pace. She was going to let this killer know that he wasn't welcome here. Hearing the news that he had killed a few members in her clan, she couldn't say she had been the happiest cat on earth. The deputy was glad that they had finally found the time to make the killer stop. Auroraflame didn't know much about the cat, only that he was a tom and his name was Onyx, and obviously that he had mudered a few Skyclan cats. The ebony she-cat's claws were unsheathed and her ears were perked up, listening carefully for any sign that could give away the murderer's hiding spot. Auroraflame got the feeling that someone was watching them, she felt like someone's eyes were piercing into her back, burning a hole through her. I bet a moon of dawn patrols that someone's following us, Auroraflame thought suspiciously. For her, that thought wasn't one that she was completely certain about, but she had some suspicion about it.

Suddenly, a black oriental stepped out of the undergrowth. She halted in a graceful manner, not a sharp one, despite how suddenly Onyx had appeared out of the bushes. She eyed the tom for a moment, scanning him before a thought came to mind, Ugly. Maybe it was just her anger at the tom that made her think he was ugly, or maybe she thought it was the truth. Onyx's deep blue orbs pierced into her and Grousestar's. Auroraflame didn't know what Grousestar would do to deal with his staring but she simply stared back. Her face without an expression, her icy blues hues staring back at his own. If he was asking for a staring contest, she would give him one.

She stopped though as Onyx lifted his head higher and spoke in a calm voice. The sound of Onyx's chuckle just made her want to kill his voice box. Auroraflame wasn't really scared of Onyx, just angry. He had killed innocent cats that hadn't deserved it. Normally, Auroraflame was friendly and easy to approach but as of now, if you were the murderer, you may not want to face her. "Oh the pleasure is all mine Onyx", Auroraflame finally said calmy. The ebony she-cat had a fake smile on her maw, though her icy orbs were cold, and they gave off a deadly look.

The deputy's gaze unwavered as Hannibal stepped out. He brought along a friend, how lovely of him, Auroraflame thought. No matter the situation (unless someone had died), Auroraflame would always be able to come up with something sarcastic to say or think.

Duskflight
Grousestar was a very proactive leader in his clan, he always noticed when someone was missing and what was going on because he always looked for that sort of thing, he liked to get to know the cats of his clan, not just blindly rule a bunch of cats. He wasn't in this for power or for fame, he was in this to better Skyclan and to make his clanmates proud to be a part of Skyclan. There was no cat in this clan that was more loyal than the leader himself and that was a fact. So when he started noticing the absence of some of his warriors and apprentices and started getting reports of corpses being marked with an 'x', he knew he had to put a stop to it. It infuriated him that some other cat would dare to do that to any member of his clan. It was like a personal attack on him and Starclan save any cat that threatened the safety of his friends.
As he padded out of camp with his deputy, a starkly cold look was on his face, something that completely contrasted everything that he usually was. His emerald eyes were not light, cheery, happy, they were angered, cool, controlled. He was going to deal with this problem as efficiently as he could. Despite his anger though, he was no idiot, he knew that he hadn't a clue about how many cats were doing this or what their skill set was and so he knew it wouldn't be a good idea to go out alone. So what better cat to bring than his own deputy? Grousestar trusted her completely, why else would he chose her for deputy.

As the two figureheads of the clan made their way out into the territory to confront the problem, the leader couldn't quite help but have a feeling that he was being watched though simply brushed it off as perhaps a subtle nervousness that came about with dealing with things like this. Sure he was a strong tom, but the fact that some of his warriors and apprentices were outright murdered for no reason? It could be a bit unnerving. But he didn't show this, he didn't even think about this, he focused on the fact that the safety of his clan was being threatened, helping to fuel his cold anger.

Suddenly a black oriental intercepted the two, not saying a word at first, simply staring into the Skyclan leader's eyes who cooly stared right back, the tip of his tail flicking. This is the one alright.
It was the look in the cats eyes that gave it away, and the fact that he had a hard time picking out a scent, meaning that he had purposefully tried to get rid of it. This was the cat that was murdering members of his clan.

Flicking an ear, he let the tom speak, unsure of how the black cat knew of his name but deciding to not let it bother him. His name has likely spread through all of the clans by this time.
"I'm sorry to say sir, but no, I don't believe it is an honor to meet you, in fact, I'm not even sure of your name." It was a polite statement, but it was cold and flat, showing that Grousestar truly meant business and was not unnerved by the toms sudden appearance or the fact that he was unable to scent him immediately.

Hannibal stayed as silent and as still as ever, observing the two Skyclan cats, looking first at Grousestar and then at Auroraflame, reading their demeanor and making assumptions of what they were thinking, how they felt. When Onyx made mention of him, he simply flicked his ear and stood, stepping forward and politely dipping his head to the two, despite the fact that he's been murdering and assisting in the murder of their cats.
"Greetings."
Those fiery hell pits that were his eyes focused on the leader and then at Auroraflame again, the sunlight glinting off of his unsheathed, clean claws.

"Right. You are not of Skyclan, either of you, what are you doing in my territory." Grousestar questioned, not harshly but sternly, his jaw taught as he looked back and forth between the two toms, not out right accusing them of the murders considering he couldn't be completely positive of it, but wanting at least an answer to that basic question, from whichever would answer first.
Onyx liked this tom. He was calm, collected, good traits of a leader. He liked the briskness of Auroraflame, the power she held in her gaze, in her demeanor. This was going better then he planned. He felt a smile cross his maw, and with a calm, friendly-looking smile (only countered by his murderous stare), he began to speak.

"I am Onyx of the Dusk Syndicate." he said, dipping his head. "I see you are not happy of my acts, and I am sorry to say it was necessary. I needed to let you guys know who you are dealing with. I'm giving you the Syndicate Welcome." he said. His icy orbs scanned the leader, then the deputy. They had looks of hatred toward him. Were they really that mad over a few warriors? Over an apprentice? Intrigue filled his gaze, and he decided that maybe he could get a little under their skin. If he brought them up.

"Now, down to business. You are probably here to, throw me out." he said, and he debated. He had a thought in mind. Maybe he proved his point enough, and so, maybe he wouldn't have to leave by force. It may benefit him in the future. "And you don't have to." he said with finality. He planned that if he were to, be 'friends' with this clan, that they would help him, so he was not going to fight back unless he had too.

"All we want is information, how you think, how you fight, how you act when under pressure." he then turned to Auroraflame, having seen her and Cliffheart together many times before. "Your friend, Cliff was it, gave a very good help on that." he chuckled darkly.

"So, let's make this quick. I used to be like you. Nice, sweet, even loved unconditionally. So I know where you stand. But please, my condolences, I hope me letting that little Abyssinian live was proof enough I only mean good for my Syndicate, and that I must do what is necessary for it." he said. "Like you would do anything for your clan."

With that final word, he then sat on his haunches in thought. Maybe if I don't fight them... his entire thought process was changing. His murderous gaze softening with no realization from the oriental that they were doing so. They came out here to protect cats that are under them, as if they were not. This, indeed, did intrigue him, and he wondered what benefits it could do him.

Onyx was beginning to second think his entire way he lived in the Syndicate. Was he just in if for power? Was he truly power-hungry, that bloodthristy? Normally, his brothers would disagree, but Onyx had been such a murderer they never talk to him anymore. His own kin shamed him. He was working side-by-side with a kind of cat he would normally kill to protect his family. Maybe he deserved his distrust.
But whatever made hm a killer was wiping away the kind thoughts and he had to bit his tongue to say no further. They weren't going to be nice, and so, in return, he wasn't going to be either. Now, this was a matter of who is better at smooth talking to work their way out of a fight. Battle was just around the corner, he could feel it, and it made his whiskers twitch slightly.

[Empress Of Evil]

Grousestar was a very proactive leader in his clan, he always noticed when someone was missing and what was going on because he always looked for that sort of thing, he liked to get to know the cats of his clan, not just blindly rule a bunch of cats. He wasn't in this for power or for fame, he was in this to better Skyclan and to make his clanmates proud to be a part of Skyclan. There was no cat in this clan that was more loyal than the leader himself and that was a fact. So when he started noticing the absence of some of his warriors and apprentices and started getting reports of corpses being marked with an 'x', he knew he had to put a stop to it. It infuriated him that some other cat would dare to do that to any member of his clan. It was like a personal attack on him and Starclan save any cat that threatened the safety of his friends.
As he padded out of camp with his deputy, a starkly cold look was on his face, something that completely contrasted everything that he usually was. His emerald eyes were not light, cheery, happy, they were angered, cool, controlled. He was going to deal with this problem as efficiently as he could. Despite his anger though, he was no idiot, he knew that he hadn't a clue about how many cats were doing this or what their skill set was and so he knew it wouldn't be a good idea to go out alone. So what better cat to bring than his own deputy? Grousestar trusted her completely, why else would he chose her for deputy.

As the two figureheads of the clan made their way out into the territory to confront the problem, the leader couldn't quite help but have a feeling that he was being watched though simply brushed it off as perhaps a subtle nervousness that came about with dealing with things like this. Sure he was a strong tom, but the fact that some of his warriors and apprentices were outright murdered for no reason? It could be a bit unnerving. But he didn't show this, he didn't even think about this, he focused on the fact that the safety of his clan was being threatened, helping to fuel his cold anger.

Suddenly a black oriental intercepted the two, not saying a word at first, simply staring into the Skyclan leader's eyes who cooly stared right back, the tip of his tail flicking. This is the one alright.
It was the look in the cats eyes that gave it away, and the fact that he had a hard time picking out a scent, meaning that he had purposefully tried to get rid of it. This was the cat that was murdering members of his clan.

Flicking an ear, he let the tom speak, unsure of how the black cat knew of his name but deciding to not let it bother him. His name has likely spread through all of the clans by this time.
"I'm sorry to say sir, but no, I don't believe it is an honor to meet you, in fact, I'm not even sure of your name." It was a polite statement, but it was cold and flat, showing that Grousestar truly meant business and was not unnerved by the toms sudden appearance or the fact that he was unable to scent him immediately.

Hannibal stayed as silent and as still as ever, observing the two Skyclan cats, looking first at Grousestar and then at Auroraflame, reading their demeanor and making assumptions of what they were thinking, how they felt. When Onyx made mention of him, he simply flicked his ear and stood, stepping forward and politely dipping his head to the two, despite the fact that he's been murdering and assisting in the murder of their cats.
"Greetings."
Those fiery hell pits that were his eyes focused on the leader and then at Auroraflame again, the sunlight glinting off of his unsheathed, clean claws.

"Right. You are not of Skyclan, either of you, what are you doing in my territory." Grousestar questioned, not harshly but sternly, his jaw taught as he looked back and forth between the two toms, not out right accusing them of the murders considering he couldn't be completely positive of it, but wanting at least an answer to that basic question, from whichever would answer first.


Onyx liked this tom. He was calm, collected, good traits of a leader. He liked the briskness of Auroraflame, the power she held in her gaze, in her demeanor. This was going better then he planned. He felt a smile cross his maw, and with a calm, friendly-looking smile (only countered by his murderous stare), he began to speak.

"I am Onyx of the Dusk Syndicate." he said, dipping his head. "I see you are not happy of my acts, and I am sorry to say it was necessary. I needed to let you guys know who you are dealing with. I'm giving you the Syndicate Welcome." he said. His icy orbs scanned the leader, then the deputy. They had looks of hatred toward him. Were they really that mad over a few warriors? Over an apprentice? Intrigue filled his gaze, and he decided that maybe he could get a little under their skin. If he brought them up.

"Now, down to business. You are probably here to, throw me out." he said, and he debated. He had a thought in mind. Maybe he proved his point enough, and so, maybe he wouldn't have to leave by force. It may benefit him in the future. "And you don't have to." he said with finality. He planned that if he were to, be 'friends' with this clan, that they would help him, so he was not going to fight back unless he had too.

"All we want is information, how you think, how you fight, how you act when under pressure." he then turned to Auroraflame, having seen her and Cliffheart together many times before. "Your friend, Cliff was it, gave a very good help on that." he chuckled darkly.

"So, let's make this quick. I used to be like you. Nice, sweet, even loved unconditionally. So I know where you stand. But please, my condolences, I hope me letting that little Abyssinian live was proof enough I only mean good for my Syndicate, and that I must do what is necessary for it." he said. "Like you would do anything for your clan."

With that final word, he then sat on his haunches in thought. Maybe if I don't fight them... his entire thought process was changing. His murderous gaze softening with no realization from the oriental that they were doing so. They came out here to protect cats that are under them, as if they were not. This, indeed, did intrigue him, and he wondered what benefits it could do him.

Onyx was beginning to second think his entire way he lived in the Syndicate. Was he just in if for power? Was he truly power-hungry, that bloodthristy? Normally, his brothers would disagree, but Onyx had been such a murderer they never talk to him anymore. His own kin shamed him. He was working side-by-side with a kind of cat he would normally kill to protect his family. Maybe he deserved his distrust.
But whatever made hm a killer was wiping away the kind thoughts and he had to bit his tongue to say no further. They weren't going to be nice, and so, in return, he wasn't going to be either. Now, this was a matter of who is better at smooth talking to work their way out of a fight. Battle was just around the corner, he could feel it, and it made his whiskers twitch slightly.

Despite Auroraflame having icy blue hues, a flame flickered in them. Her fake smile dropped as he started talking. No more acts, she was just going to stay here, filled with anger. She watched as a calm smile crossed Onyx's face, though there was still a murderous look in his eyes. She wasn't really phased by it. It kind of creeped her out, and she wondered if his eyes hurt from keeping that up, but other then that, she wasn't really scared, just mad. Auroraflame and her leader were here to get rid of a problem, and that's what they were going to do. Auroraflame had enough anger to kill Onyx, but she wasn't that kind of a cat. Despite him being a killer, he probably had a family at home who would bawl their eyes out if he died. She would feel that way anyway if she lost a family member. The deputy planned on just letting Onyx know he wasn't welcome.

Onyx's 'welcome' had been the cause of the deaths of a few members in SkyClan. He was going to pay. They may have just been warriors, and an apprentice, but they were part of the clan. They deserved to be avenged and that's what her and Grousestar would do. I believe it's the Dusk Syndicate who should know who they're dealing with, Auroraflame thought, rolling her eyes, not really care if Onyx got mad at her for it. "You're welcome was just lovely", She said through gritted teeth. Well I hope for the Syndicate doesn't give us any more 'welcomes' because after this they will know what to expect, Auroraflame thought bitterly.

Auroraflame stared at Onyx with an expression that said, 'Are you stupid?'. Of course we have to throw you out! You killed members of our clan!, Auroraflame thought, exasperated by Onyx. The bombay she-cat was clearly not going to let Onyx slip away and she was sure that Grousestar wasn't going to either.

Cliffheart. The deputy thought as Onyx mentioned him being a rather big help. She had to say she was quite surprised, but she didn't let her expression change. Although she couldn't help but think, Did Cliffheart betray us? No. He must've been forced. Knowing her friend, he was a loyal cat and wouldn't betray SkyClan for anything. She didn't question his loyalty, but for her own curiousity, she would visit him in the Medicine Cat Den later and ask him about what happened. "That information is for us and us only. You do not need to know about any of it", Auroraflame said calmly, though there was coldness in her voice. "So you can get your fat nose out of our business", Auroraflame continued flatly. She wasn't sure whether her insult would anger him or not. She didn't care though, she just wished to give him the truth.

"You may have let our friend go, but that doesn't make up for all our other friends that you killed", the ebony she-cat snarled quietly. Even though she wasn't very well acquainted with the poor victims that had been killed, that didn't mean they weren't her friend. To her, everyone in her clan was a friend. They were one united force, they were strong. SkyClan had managed to rid four clans of the evil leaders, so they could fight another one couldn't they? The Dusk Syndicate certainly wasn't a clan, but things couldn't be that different could they? She guessed, judging by Onyx and Hannibal and their 'welcome', the Syndicate probably had some more cruel ways of running things. And she had the feeling Grousestar might agree.

Onyx had asked for a fight, she was going to give him one. Determination and anger lit the flames in her eyes, her eyes narrowed at the oriental in distrust and anger. Auroraflame refused to let him slip away without a nice 'goodbye'. She remembered his companion Hannibal still stood there. Her eyes momentarily flickered to the gray cat. Wonder what he can do, Auroraflame thought. Onyx may be stupid to mess with SkyClan, but that didn't mean he was a complete idiot. He would've chosen a strong cat to come along with him. Still, she didn't let herself be fazed, she refused to let the two toms mess with her mind.
The deputy wasn't quite sure what Onyx's cause for this was, but she got the feeling it wasn't for the Syndicate. Through the bombay's eyes, the oriental didn't seem like a cat who would do this just for the Syndicate. There were many things she still had yet to discover about this cat, but today wasn't the day.

[Starfall]

Sycamorepaw had caught a trace of the mouse, but as she saw Sweetpaw signal he was going to retrieve it, she sat silently and watched him. Her eyes were observant, and she watched curiously as he began to stalk his prey. His stance was a bit off, but he had the patience to take it slow and steady. With more training, she though, he'd be a valuable hunter. As he caught the prey, she felt a burst of pride, but she didn't let it show. Finding out that this was his first catch, she felt honored to be able to witness it, though she questioned the methods of his mentor in that he hasn't caught anything yet. "That was a very good catch, especially for it being your first one." She looked at him with a reassuring grin, a small prideful glint in her eyes before she looked away, debating his question of where they would go next. "How about we head towards the opposite border, and if we don't find anything head back this way and then make our way back to camp? We don't want to be out too long, and if we don't find anything in that time we probably won't if we keep trying." She doubted they would find any prey, but they couldn't just give up. Patrols didn't function that way. SkyClan warriors didn't give up.
Looking back at the younger apprentice, she started forward, making her way to the opposite border in hopes the pair would find something for the clan to eat. She knew the warrior patrols had found prey, but the more they found, the better the clan could eat.
The cream tabby's whiskers quivered as he began to follow the other, making sure to keep an eye out for deep snow spots, not wanting to repeat the emberassing event that took place earlier. He lashed his tail and kept a few mouse lengths behind the older apprentice, making sure that he wouldn't accidentally trip her, he could already imagine what would happen if he made her fall face first in the snow, he managed to suppress a chuckle as a picture of the soon to be warrior falling into the snow. He shook his head and lightly jogged up to the side of Sycamorepaw, his green hues centered in front of him "So you're going to become a warrior soon...have you always wanted to be a warrior...or something else?" he asked, his ears flicking in the direction of the molly, making sure he heard everything she said, though at the moment she didn't seem really chatty, which was mainly his fault, he actually wanted to get to know his clanmates a little better, though he is out of his comfort zone, he held in his personal opinions, his personal believes, told no one, let no one in, he didn't understand why he was letting his thoughts spill out now, but maybe it was time, possibly with one who would become his friend. But then again, possibly, she would judge him, make fun of him, hate him, but he had to take the chance, though he didn't know why, but he wanted to try it out "I hear cats talk about tribes....they live by the sea...do you think it's true? I mean I don't want to go live there...but maybe...have you ever wanted to visit them?" he asked, turning his forest green orbs upon the molly, curiosity danced in the shining orbs "The tales, many moons ago.......we moved, crossed paths with them...was it true, or was it just a tail for kits?" he asked, honeslty wanting to know her opinion, wanting to chart out her stance, figure out her beliefs, her opinions, he wanted to pick her brain, figure out everything she knew, who knows, it could help him become an even better apprentice. He turned his attention back in front of him, letting out another emberassing sqeak as he tripped over a rock, but he refused to slow his pace.

[The Cannibal]

Onyx liked this tom. He was calm, collected, good traits of a leader. He liked the briskness of Auroraflame, the power she held in her gaze, in her demeanor. This was going better then he planned. He felt a smile cross his maw, and with a calm, friendly-looking smile (only countered by his murderous stare), he began to speak.

"I am Onyx of the Dusk Syndicate." he said, dipping his head. "I see you are not happy of my acts, and I am sorry to say it was necessary. I needed to let you guys know who you are dealing with. I'm giving you the Syndicate Welcome." he said. His icy orbs scanned the leader, then the deputy. They had looks of hatred toward him. Were they really that mad over a few warriors? Over an apprentice? Intrigue filled his gaze, and he decided that maybe he could get a little under their skin. If he brought them up.

"Now, down to business. You are probably here to, throw me out." he said, and he debated. He had a thought in mind. Maybe he proved his point enough, and so, maybe he wouldn't have to leave by force. It may benefit him in the future. "And you don't have to." he said with finality. He planned that if he were to, be 'friends' with this clan, that they would help him, so he was not going to fight back unless he had too.

"All we want is information, how you think, how you fight, how you act when under pressure." he then turned to Auroraflame, having seen her and Cliffheart together many times before. "Your friend, Cliff was it, gave a very good help on that." he chuckled darkly.

"So, let's make this quick. I used to be like you. Nice, sweet, even loved unconditionally. So I know where you stand. But please, my condolences, I hope me letting that little Abyssinian live was proof enough I only mean good for my Syndicate, and that I must do what is necessary for it." he said. "Like you would do anything for your clan."

With that final word, he then sat on his haunches in thought. Maybe if I don't fight them... his entire thought process was changing. His murderous gaze softening with no realization from the oriental that they were doing so. They came out here to protect cats that are under them, as if they were not. This, indeed, did intrigue him, and he wondered what benefits it could do him.

Onyx was beginning to second think his entire way he lived in the Syndicate. Was he just in if for power? Was he truly power-hungry, that bloodthristy? Normally, his brothers would disagree, but Onyx had been such a murderer they never talk to him anymore. His own kin shamed him. He was working side-by-side with a kind of cat he would normally kill to protect his family. Maybe he deserved his distrust.
But whatever made hm a killer was wiping away the kind thoughts and he had to bit his tongue to say no further. They weren't going to be nice, and so, in return, he wasn't going to be either. Now, this was a matter of who is better at smooth talking to work their way out of a fight. Battle was just around the corner, he could feel it, and it made his whiskers twitch slightly.
Despite Auroraflame having icy blue hues, a flame flickered in them. Her fake smile dropped as he started talking. No more acts, she was just going to stay here, filled with anger. She watched as a calm smile crossed Onyx's face, though there was still a murderous look in his eyes. She wasn't really phased by it. It kind of creeped her out, and she wondered if his eyes hurt from keeping that up, but other then that, she wasn't really scared, just mad. Auroraflame and her leader were here to get rid of a problem, and that's what they were going to do. Auroraflame had enough anger to kill Onyx, but she wasn't that kind of a cat. Despite him being a killer, he probably had a family at home who would bawl their eyes out if he died. She would feel that way anyway if she lost a family member. The deputy planned on just letting Onyx know he wasn't welcome.

Onyx's 'welcome' had been the cause of the deaths of a few members in SkyClan. He was going to pay. They may have just been warriors, and an apprentice, but they were part of the clan. They deserved to be avenged and that's what her and Grousestar would do. I believe it's the Dusk Syndicate who should know who they're dealing with, Auroraflame thought, rolling her eyes, not really care if Onyx got mad at her for it. "You're welcome was just lovely", She said through gritted teeth. Well I hope for the Syndicate doesn't give us any more 'welcomes' because after this they will know what to expect, Auroraflame thought bitterly.

Auroraflame stared at Onyx with an expression that said, 'Are you stupid?'. Of course we have to throw you out! You killed members of our clan!, Auroraflame thought, exasperated by Onyx. The bombay she-cat was clearly not going to let Onyx slip away and she was sure that Grousestar wasn't going to either.

Cliffheart. The deputy thought as Onyx mentioned him being a rather big help. She had to say she was quite surprised, but she didn't let her expression change. Although she couldn't help but think, Did Cliffheart betray us? No. He must've been forced. Knowing her friend, he was a loyal cat and wouldn't betray SkyClan for anything. She didn't question his loyalty, but for her own curiousity, she would visit him in the Medicine Cat Den later and ask him about what happened. "That information is for us and us only. You do not need to know about any of it", Auroraflame said calmly, though there was coldness in her voice. "So you can get your fat nose out of our business", Auroraflame continued flatly. She wasn't sure whether her insult would anger him or not. She didn't care though, she just wished to give him the truth.

"You may have let our friend go, but that doesn't make up for all our other friends that you killed", the ebony she-cat snarled quietly. Even though she wasn't very well acquainted with the poor victims that had been killed, that didn't mean they weren't her friend. To her, everyone in her clan was a friend. They were one united force, they were strong. SkyClan had managed to rid four clans of the evil leaders, so they could fight another one couldn't they? The Dusk Syndicate certainly wasn't a clan, but things couldn't be that different could they? She guessed, judging by Onyx and Hannibal and their 'welcome, the Syndicate probably had some more cruel ways of running things. And she had the feeling Grousestar might agree.

Onyx had asked for a fight, she was going to give him one. Determination and anger lit the flames in her eyes, her eyes narrowed at the oriental in distrust and anger. Auroraflame refused to let him slip away without nice 'goodbye'. She remembered his companion Hannibal still stood there. Her eyes momentarily flickered to the gray cat. Wonder what he can do, Auroraflame thought. Onyx may be stupid to mess with SkyClan, but that didn't mean he was a complete idiot. He would've chosen a strong cat to come along with him. Still, she didn't let herself be fazed, she refused to let the two toms mess with her mind.
The deputy wasn't quite sure what Onyx's cause for this was, but she got the feeling it wasn't for the Syndicate. Through the bombay's eyes, the oriental didn't seem like a cat who would do this just for the Syndicate. There were many things she still had yet to discover about this cat, but today wasn't the day.
While the black oriental produced a small, Grousestar did not, his face was still cold and neutral, though there was an undertone of anger in his eyes as he looked mostly at Onyx, finding that the other tom unnerved him terribly. That other cat, he didn't have anything behind his eyes, it was almost like he wasn't an actual being, like he was just a stone that could speak and the leader didn't like that. It was nothing that the cat said, in fact, the tom had only spoken once and that was greeting them, and it wasn't even in his demeanor, those eyes.. Grousestar focused on Onyx instead and gave no notion to the uneasiness he felt about the other tom.
The brown tabby allowed for the other to speak, sensing the frustration and anger and hostility in his deputy, though trusting that she could contain herself, he showed nothing but a cool calmness.

At the toms greeting, the tip of his tail flicked and he shook his head, that look of anger becoming more apparent momentarily.
"I'm sorry, but you're wrong Onyx. You see, that's not what decent cats do to make a 'welcome' and I truly hope you're not blind enough to notice that cats don't take kindly to these sorts of acts. And I'm sorry if this may come off as rude in any way, but you're not showing me who Skyclan is dealing with, you're showing me that I need to focus my attention more on you and become more aggressive with your Syndicate should I continue to find any of you on my territory." While he did have hatred towards the Syndicate toms, he had a better time of at least dulling it rather than making it completely apparent like Auroraflame. Flicking his ear, he glanced over at the black she-cat as she made the gritted comment about his welcome.

When the oriental began speaking again, his cold emerald gaze focused right back on him, listening very carefully to the toms words and allowing him to finish before he spoke up. But the comment about Cliffheart, now that brought a deep growl to his throat, this tom was outright admitting that he had attacked the warrior, Grousestar's tail lashing with the anger but immediately he forced himself to calm down. He didn't need to anger so quickly, because that was surely what the tom was going for. Licking his lips, the tom stood a bit taller, straightened himself out.
"Auroraflame is right, this is Skyclan business and it is of no concern to you nor will it ever be.

Grousestar was growing tired of talking to the tom and that was becoming apparent on his face as Onyx finished speaking, a sharp look in his eye.
"I don't mean to be blunt nor rude with this statement, but you do not mean that. You do not mean your condolences and I will never forgive you of your crimes against my clan. And I'm sorry, but letting one cat live does not atone for your actions. My warriors will now be ordered to attack the both of you on sight and to attack any Syndicate members found on the territory. Should I continue to have further problems with your Syndicate I will personally pay a visit to your leader. And if that doesn't work. Well. I truly hope it doesn't get to that point. Now don't get comfy because we're leaving now. Come on, up." The leader meowed with force, nodding his head at the sitting cat and casting a brief glance at the tom who had hardly spoken.

To say in the least, Hannibal thought the way that Onyx was speaking to this cat was reckless and a waste of a good opportunity. He should have did the talking, he could have easily made an acquaintance of this tom; truthfully, he thought this entire idea of padding into Skyclan territory and killing their warriors was a bad idea. But this was all part of his plan to grow his 'bond' with Onyx, get closer to that reckless killer that only killed for sport.
So he wasn't surprised to find that the leader wanted them out as quickly as possible. Hannibal wouldn't object, he had no reason to, he had the information he desired, though if he were able to feel bitterness, he likely would have felt it towards Onyx for allowing them to get caught. Because that's just not something Hannibal did, he covered his tracks, always, and kept what he did a mystery because no cat needed to know anything about him. But alas, he felt nothing and simply looked to the oriental.
"It appears we've over stayed our welcome."
This tom, this leader.. Grousestar. He was a polite tom and if Hannibal was capable of liking things, he liked that. He would have no quarrel with him and would very likely not need to kill him, he doubts he would get in the way of anything that he wished to do.
"My apologies for the way my partner has spoken to the both of you. We will make sure to no longer infiltrate your territory and my apologies that you had to have this sort of welcome from the Syndicate." It was a polite tone and from what anyone could tell, it was sincere, but that's what Hannibal was good at. Faking things, lying. It was easy to do when you held no emotions. He would likely come back into Skyclan territory whenever he pleased, but next time, he would do it alone and he would not get caught. Nonetheless, no one could be able to tell this and he truly did seem to be apologetic towards the trespassing and murders. But no one knew Hannibal.

[monfang]

Despite Auroraflame having icy blue hues, a flame flickered in them. Her fake smile dropped as he started talking. No more acts, she was just going to stay here, filled with anger. She watched as a calm smile crossed Onyx's face, though there was still a murderous look in his eyes. She wasn't really phased by it. It kind of creeped her out, and she wondered if his eyes hurt from keeping that up, but other then that, she wasn't really scared, just mad. Auroraflame and her leader were here to get rid of a problem, and that's what they were going to do. Auroraflame had enough anger to kill Onyx, but she wasn't that kind of a cat. Despite him being a killer, he probably had a family at home who would bawl their eyes out if he died. She would feel that way anyway if she lost a family member. The deputy planned on just letting Onyx know he wasn't welcome.

Onyx's 'welcome' had been the cause of the deaths of a few members in SkyClan. He was going to pay. They may have just been warriors, and an apprentice, but they were part of the clan. They deserved to be avenged and that's what her and Grousestar would do. I believe it's the Dusk Syndicate who should know who they're dealing with, Auroraflame thought, rolling her eyes, not really care if Onyx got mad at her for it. "You're welcome was just lovely", She said through gritted teeth. Well I hope for the Syndicate doesn't give us any more 'welcomes' because after this they will know what to expect, Auroraflame thought bitterly.

Auroraflame stared at Onyx with an expression that said, 'Are you stupid?'. Of course we have to throw you out! You killed members of our clan!, Auroraflame thought, exasperated by Onyx. The bombay she-cat was clearly not going to let Onyx slip away and she was sure that Grousestar wasn't going to either.

Cliffheart. The deputy thought as Onyx mentioned him being a rather big help. She had to say she was quite surprised, but she didn't let her expression change. Although she couldn't help but think, Did Cliffheart betray us? No. He must've been forced. Knowing her friend, he was a loyal cat and wouldn't betray SkyClan for anything. She didn't question his loyalty, but for her own curiousity, she would visit him in the Medicine Cat Den later and ask him about what happened. "That information is for us and us only. You do not need to know about any of it", Auroraflame said calmly, though there was coldness in her voice. "So you can get your fat nose out of our business", Auroraflame continued flatly. She wasn't sure whether her insult would anger him or not. She didn't care though, she just wished to give him the truth.

"You may have let our friend go, but that doesn't make up for all our other friends that you killed", the ebony she-cat snarled quietly. Even though she wasn't very well acquainted with the poor victims that had been killed, that didn't mean they weren't her friend. To her, everyone in her clan was a friend. They were one united force, they were strong. SkyClan had managed to rid four clans of the evil leaders, so they could fight another one couldn't they? The Dusk Syndicate certainly wasn't a clan, but things couldn't be that different could they? She guessed, judging by Onyx and Hannibal and their 'welcome, the Syndicate probably had some more cruel ways of running things. And she had the feeling Grousestar might agree.

Onyx had asked for a fight, she was going to give him one. Determination and anger lit the flames in her eyes, her eyes narrowed at the oriental in distrust and anger. Auroraflame refused to let him slip away without nice 'goodbye'. She remembered his companion Hannibal still stood there. Her eyes momentarily flickered to the gray cat. Wonder what he can do, Auroraflame thought. Onyx may be stupid to mess with SkyClan, but that didn't mean he was a complete idiot. He would've chosen a strong cat to come along with him. Still, she didn't let herself be fazed, she refused to let the two toms mess with her mind.
The deputy wasn't quite sure what Onyx's cause for this was, but she got the feeling it wasn't for the Syndicate. Through the bombay's eyes, the oriental didn't seem like a cat who would do this just for the Syndicate. There were many things she still had yet to discover about this cat, but today wasn't the day.


While the black oriental produced a small, Grousestar did not, his face was still cold and neutral, though there was an undertone of anger in his eyes as he looked mostly at Onyx, finding that the other tom unnerved him terribly. That other cat, he didn't have anything behind his eyes, it was almost like he wasn't an actual being, like he was just a stone that could speak and the leader didn't like that. It was nothing that the cat said, in fact, the tom had only spoken once and that was greeting them, and it wasn't even in his demeanor, those eyes.. Grousestar focused on Onyx instead and gave no notion to the uneasiness he felt about the other tom.
The brown tabby allowed for the other to speak, sensing the frustration and anger and hostility in his deputy, though trusting that she could contain herself, he showed nothing but a cool calmness.

At the toms greeting, the tip of his tail flicked and he shook his head, that look of anger becoming more apparent momentarily.
"I'm sorry, but you're wrong Onyx. You see, that's not what decent cats do to make a 'welcome' and I truly hope you're not blind enough to notice that cats don't take kindly to these sorts of acts. And I'm sorry if this may come off as rude in any way, but you're not showing me who Skyclan is dealing with, you're showing me that I need to focus my attention more on you and become more aggressive with your Syndicate should I continue to find any of you on my territory." While he did have hatred towards the Syndicate toms, he had a better time of at least dulling it rather than making it completely apparent like Auroraflame. Flicking his ear, he glanced over at the black she-cat as she made the gritted comment about his welcome.

When the oriental began speaking again, his cold emerald gaze focused right back on him, listening very carefully to the toms words and allowing him to finish before he spoke up. But the comment about Cliffheart, now that brought a deep growl to his throat, this tom was outright admitting that he had attacked the warrior, Grousestar's tail lashing with the anger but immediately he forced himself to calm down. He didn't need to anger so quickly, because that was surely what the tom was going for. Licking his lips, the tom stood a bit taller, straightened himself out.
"Auroraflame is right, this is Skyclan business and it is of no concern to you nor will it ever be.

Grousestar was growing tired of talking to the tom and that was becoming apparent on his face as Onyx finished speaking, a sharp look in his eye.
"I don't mean to be blunt nor rude with this statement, but you do not mean that. You do not mean your condolences and I will never forgive you of your crimes against my clan. And I'm sorry, but letting one cat live does not atone for your actions. My warriors will now be ordered to attack the both of you on sight and to attack any Syndicate members found on the territory. Should I continue to have further problems with your Syndicate I will personally pay a visit to your leader. And if that doesn't work. Well. I truly hope it doesn't get to that point. Now don't get comfy because we're leaving now. Come on, up." The leader meowed with force, nodding his head at the sitting cat and casting a brief glance at the tom who had hardly spoken.

To say in the least, Hannibal thought the way that Onyx was speaking to this cat was reckless and a waste of a good opportunity. He should have did the talking, he could have easily made an acquaintance of this tom; truthfully, he thought this entire idea of padding into Skyclan territory and killing their warriors was a bad idea. But this was all part of his plan to grow his 'bond' with Onyx, get closer to that reckless killer that only killed for sport.
So he wasn't surprised to find that the leader wanted them out as quickly as possible. Hannibal wouldn't object, he had no reason to, he had the information he desired, though if he were able to feel bitterness, he likely would have felt it towards Onyx for allowing them to get caught. Because that's just not something Hannibal did, he covered his tracks, always, and kept what he did a mystery because no cat needed to know anything about him. But alas, he felt nothing and simply looked to the oriental.
"It appears we've over stayed our welcome."
This tom, this leader.. Grousestar. He was a polite tom and if Hannibal was capable of liking things, he liked that. He would have no quarrel with him and would very likely not need to kill him, he doubts he would get in the way of anything that he wished to do.
"My apologies for the way my partner has spoken to the both of you. We will make sure to no longer infiltrate your territory and my apologies that you had to have this sort of welcome from the Syndicate." It was a polite tone and from what anyone could tell, it was sincere, but that's what Hannibal was good at. Faking things, lying. It was easy to do when you held no emotions. He would likely come back into Skyclan territory whenever he pleased, but next time, he would do it alone and he would not get caught. Nonetheless, no one could be able to tell this and he truly did seem to be apologetic towards the trespassing and murders. But no one knew Hannibal.
Onyx turned a slightly surprised gaze to Hannibal, and then he seemed to agree. "I suppose this is true Hannibal." he said, then looked at the other two. "Alright, you have your win. I will simply walk out of here, and then there will be no more issues between us." he said, and then he rose his head. "But if we will not be let out of here willingly, I will personally fight my way through." he meowed, and looked at Auroraflame. "Even through you, beautiful." he chuckled.

(I have an idea, guys. I want Onyx to fight Aurora, but I also want this to happen as well: I had an idea that Onyx would fight someone then hit his head and his entire time at the syndicate would be lost, but I still want Hanni to kill him I'll just have to figure out.... how... But here is the plan {x (http://tinys-site.weebly.com/what-happened.html)})

[The Cannibal]

The tan she-cat simply stared at Grousestar a few moments before going to his side, not knowing where the camp- her camp- was, she would rely on the leader quite a bit in her first few days in SkyClan. Not only was it a new clan, but they would have slightly different beliefs and systems. She wasn't aware of everything SkyClan practiced, and so she would have to learn like she did once before when she came to ShadowClan as a young kit. Suddenly she thought of her brother and a terrible pain stabbed through her chest, making her wound feel ten times worse. She hadn't even said goodbye to him. What would he think? They weren't the closest of siblings, by when they were young they swore they would always stay together... Scorchflake wanted to break down, wailing in a curled ball of hours. But she knew that wasn't smart, she had to push forward. There was no going back now. She's a SkyClan warrior, and Condorflight would have to accept that. She'll explain everything at the gathering, if there will even be anymore gatherings, and if SkyClan attends. Casting her gaze to her new leader, she could only think of how grateful she was he had come into her life, and the lives of the other four clans. He was a true leader, one that was worthy of his title and worked to keep it. She hadn't seen a leader like that her entire life. Sure, her leaders were good but they never showed they cared. She was loyal to the clan more than the leader. But now, Scorchflake was fiercely loyal to her leader, not her clan. Grousestar deserved the loyalty he had.
"I..." she started to speak, though she wasn't sure what she was going to say. "I think..." There was a sudden urge to look at her wound, but she refused and just looked at the leader. "I hope you have a patient medicine cat. I have a habit of not taking care of myself." She gave a small smile, as she was joking for the most part, and then she turned her head away from Grousestar and she focused on another part of the territory. She would have to learn the layout of the land.
{So sorry about how long this took to get to! But anyways, you can quote this and reply in the medicine cat den, Ebonypaw is open for us now c:}

Luckily enough for Scorchflake, Grousestar was a very kind tom indeed and would be more than happy to help her out around the territory and camp for as long as she needed it and would even be happy to provide her her meals if she wasn't quite comfortable hunting in the territory yet. How could one cat possibly so nice? Was it naive to be like this? Foolish even? Or was it something that the world needed more of? It was a question many cats wondered while the brown tabby simply continued to be himself. It wasn't a question if he was fit to lead his clan, it was very clear that he was capable of doing this. Perhaps he's the kind of leadership that Skyclan needs to get back on it's paws and become a great clan again. He loved Skyclan and he wanted to see it prosper, make cats proud to be a Skyclan cat not to say they already weren't. As they began heading back to camp, he allowed his gaze to occasionally drift over to the new member of his clan, a smile still placed on his muzzle, catching her looking at him every so often with a look of graciousness.
His ears perked up as she started and trailed off, his head turning to fully look at her as she seemed to gather what she was going to say, the tom saying nothing and patiently waiting for what the she-cat would say to him. When she finally spat out what she wanted to say, Grousestar chuckled out, a lighthearted, happy look dancing in those gentle emerald eyes of his before he looked back ahead. "Oh don't worry, I'll be keeping in close touch with Ebonypaw to make sure you're being taken care of properly, after all, you're my warrior now and I want you being as healthy and as happy as possible." The tom purred out, his smile widening slightly, showing that he had pride in making sure that every individual in his clan was doing well. That's what he wanted. He wanted his clan to be healthy and happy and strong.

[Empress Of Evil]

While the black oriental produced a small, Grousestar did not, his face was still cold and neutral, though there was an undertone of anger in his eyes as he looked mostly at Onyx, finding that the other tom unnerved him terribly. That other cat, he didn't have anything behind his eyes, it was almost like he wasn't an actual being, like he was just a stone that could speak and the leader didn't like that. It was nothing that the cat said, in fact, the tom had only spoken once and that was greeting them, and it wasn't even in his demeanor, those eyes.. Grousestar focused on Onyx instead and gave no notion to the uneasiness he felt about the other tom.
The brown tabby allowed for the other to speak, sensing the frustration and anger and hostility in his deputy, though trusting that she could contain herself, he showed nothing but a cool calmness.

At the toms greeting, the tip of his tail flicked and he shook his head, that look of anger becoming more apparent momentarily.
"I'm sorry, but you're wrong Onyx. You see, that's not what decent cats do to make a 'welcome' and I truly hope you're not blind enough to notice that cats don't take kindly to these sorts of acts. And I'm sorry if this may come off as rude in any way, but you're not showing me who Skyclan is dealing with, you're showing me that I need to focus my attention more on you and become more aggressive with your Syndicate should I continue to find any of you on my territory." While he did have hatred towards the Syndicate toms, he had a better time of at least dulling it rather than making it completely apparent like Auroraflame. Flicking his ear, he glanced over at the black she-cat as she made the gritted comment about his welcome.

When the oriental began speaking again, his cold emerald gaze focused right back on him, listening very carefully to the toms words and allowing him to finish before he spoke up. But the comment about Cliffheart, now that brought a deep growl to his throat, this tom was outright admitting that he had attacked the warrior, Grousestar's tail lashing with the anger but immediately he forced himself to calm down. He didn't need to anger so quickly, because that was surely what the tom was going for. Licking his lips, the tom stood a bit taller, straightened himself out.
"Auroraflame is right, this is Skyclan business and it is of no concern to you nor will it ever be.

Grousestar was growing tired of talking to the tom and that was becoming apparent on his face as Onyx finished speaking, a sharp look in his eye.
"I don't mean to be blunt nor rude with this statement, but you do not mean that. You do not mean your condolences and I will never forgive you of your crimes against my clan. And I'm sorry, but letting one cat live does not atone for your actions. My warriors will now be ordered to attack the both of you on sight and to attack any Syndicate members found on the territory. Should I continue to have further problems with your Syndicate I will personally pay a visit to your leader. And if that doesn't work. Well. I truly hope it doesn't get to that point. Now don't get comfy because we're leaving now. Come on, up." The leader meowed with force, nodding his head at the sitting cat and casting a brief glance at the tom who had hardly spoken.

To say in the least, Hannibal thought the way that Onyx was speaking to this cat was reckless and a waste of a good opportunity. He should have did the talking, he could have easily made an acquaintance of this tom; truthfully, he thought this entire idea of padding into Skyclan territory and killing their warriors was a bad idea. But this was all part of his plan to grow his 'bond' with Onyx, get closer to that reckless killer that only killed for sport.
So he wasn't surprised to find that the leader wanted them out as quickly as possible. Hannibal wouldn't object, he had no reason to, he had the information he desired, though if he were able to feel bitterness, he likely would have felt it towards Onyx for allowing them to get caught. Because that's just not something Hannibal did, he covered his tracks, always, and kept what he did a mystery because no cat needed to know anything about him. But alas, he felt nothing and simply looked to the oriental.
"It appears we've over stayed our welcome."
This tom, this leader.. Grousestar. He was a polite tom and if Hannibal was capable of liking things, he liked that. He would have no quarrel with him and would very likely not need to kill him, he doubts he would get in the way of anything that he wished to do.
"My apologies for the way my partner has spoken to the both of you. We will make sure to no longer infiltrate your territory and my apologies that you had to have this sort of welcome from the Syndicate." It was a polite tone and from what anyone could tell, it was sincere, but that's what Hannibal was good at. Faking things, lying. It was easy to do when you held no emotions. He would likely come back into Skyclan territory whenever he pleased, but next time, he would do it alone and he would not get caught. Nonetheless, no one could be able to tell this and he truly did seem to be apologetic towards the trespassing and murders. But no one knew Hannibal.




Onyx turned a slightly surprised gaze to Hannibal, and then he seemed to agree. "I suppose this is true Hannibal." he said, then looked at the other two. "Alright, you have your win. I will simply walk out of here, and then there will be no more issues between us." he said, and then he rose his head. "But if we will not be let out of here willingly, I will personally fight my way through." he meowed, and looked at Auroraflame. "Even through you, beautiful." he chuckled.

(I have an idea, guys. I want Onyx to fight Aurora, but I also want this to happen as well: I had an idea that Onyx would fight someone then hit his head and his entire time at the syndicate would be lost, but I still want Hanni to kill him I'll just have to figure out.... how... But here is the plan {x (http://tinys-site.weebly.com/what-happened.html)})

Auroraflame's attention flickered to Hannibal as he spoke. He's polite, i'll give him that, Auroraflame thought, but honestly she did not and would not believe a single word that either of them said. Because she didn't know Hannibal very well (No one really did), she didn't think he would come back. He seemed to have enough sense in his mind to know he shouldn't come back. But of course, Hannibal was Hannibal and no one knew what he would do. They could only predict. Auroraflame just planned on making sure Onyx didn't come back any time soon. Actually, she preferred if he never came back.

The deputy watched as Onyx lifted his head and spoke again. Auroraflame was getting quite annoyed (more than she already was), so as a sign of disrespect, she found her mind and eyes had started to wander off, looking at the surrounding territory. Despite having moved here for a decent amount of time, the deputy still hadn't had enough time to discover every little secret about it. Although, she was sure she would find some time in the future, maybe even after they got rid of the black oriental. The ebony she-cat was pretty much not paying any attention now, except, Onyx's last 4 words made something in her snap. She turned her head to him. A venomous look in her eyes, but in her mind, she was absolutely dumbfounded. Did....he just....flirt with me?, Auroraflame thought in complete bewilderment. Oh, so first he kills off a few members in our clan, and then he decides it's alright to say that, Auroraflame thought. The more she thought about it, the more angered she became, not realising an angered expression was quickly growing on her face.

Without any warning, the deputy lunged at him. Her claws were already unsheathed so she didn't need to worry about that. The she-cat stretched out her claws, hoping to do some damage to this arrogant tom cat. She was aiming for a few scratches to his stupid cheek. As she neared closer to Onyx she got ready to hit his cheek with as much force as possible and slice it too. "You'll regret all of this".

[monfang]

Auroraflame's attention flickered to Hannibal as he spoke. He's polite, i'll give him that, Auroraflame thought, but honestly she did not and would not believe a single word that either of them said. Because she didn't know Hannibal very well (No one really did), she didn't think he would come back. He seemed to have enough sense in his mind to know he shouldn't come back. But of course, Hannibal was Hannibal and no one knew what he would do. They could on predict. Auroraflame just planned on making sure Onyx didn't come back any time soon. Actually, she preferred if he never came back.

The deputy watched as Onyx lifted his head and spoke again. Auroraflame was getting quite annoyed (more than she already was), so as a sign of disrespect, she found her mind and eyes had started to wander off, looking at the surrounding territory. Despite having moved here for a decent amount of time, the deputy still hadn't had enough time to discover every little secret about it. Although, she was sure she would find some time in the future, maybe even after they got rid of the black oriental. The ebony she-cat was pretty much not paying any attention now, except, Onyx's last 4 words made something in her snap. She turned her head to him. A venomous look in her eyes, but in her mind, she was absolutely dumbfounded. Did....he just....flirt with me?, Auroraflame thought in complete bewilderment. Oh, so first he kills off a few members in our clan, and then he decides it's alright to say that, Auroraflame thought. The more she thought about it, the more angered she became, not realising an angered expression was quickly growing on her face.

Without any warning, the deputy lunged at him. Her claws were already unsheathed so she didn't need to worry about that. The she-cat stretched out her claws, hoping to do some damage to this arrogant tom cat. She was aiming for a few scratches to his stupid cheek. As she neared closer to Onyx she got ready to hit his cheek with as much force as possible and slice it too. "You'll regret all of this".
{ Duskflight }
Onyx, not expecting Aurora to attack, felt the claws dig into his skin before he could process the attack. He stumbled back, and shot a murderous gaze at the deputy, his eyes beaming with anger. Blood fell from his face, staining the snow beneath his paws. "Well, well, well, don't you got some power behind you." he chuckled darkly, and lunged at her, his claws aimed for her flank, to catch her off balance. But the blow to his head had blurred his vision, and even he knew the blow won't land, but he had to fight. This was a matter of war, and if he lost, he could easily be killed and that was not an option.

His hatred blinded him more.

[The Cannibal]

Onyx turned a slightly surprised gaze to Hannibal, and then he seemed to agree. "I suppose this is true Hannibal." he said, then looked at the other two. "Alright, you have your win. I will simply walk out of here, and then there will be no more issues between us." he said, and then he rose his head. "But if we will not be let out of here willingly, I will personally fight my way through." he meowed, and looked at Auroraflame. "Even through you, beautiful." he chuckled.

(I have an idea, guys. I want Onyx to fight Aurora, but I also want this to happen as well: I had an idea that Onyx would fight someone then hit his head and his entire time at the syndicate would be lost, but I still want Hanni to kill him I'll just have to figure out.... how... But here is the plan {x (http://tinys-site.weebly.com/what-happened.html)})
Auroraflame's attention flickered to Hannibal as he spoke. He's polite, i'll give him that, Auroraflame thought, but honestly she did not and would not believe a single word that either of them said. Because she didn't know Hannibal very well (No one really did), she didn't think he would come back. He seemed to have enough sense in his mind to know he shouldn't come back. But of course, Hannibal was Hannibal and no one knew what he would do. They could on predict. Auroraflame just planned on making sure Onyx didn't come back any time soon. Actually, she preferred if he never came back.

The deputy watched as Onyx lifted his head and spoke again. Auroraflame was getting quite annoyed (more than she already was), so as a sign of disrespect, she found her mind and eyes had started to wander off, looking at the surrounding territory. Despite having moved here for a decent amount of time, the deputy still hadn't had enough time to discover every little secret about it. Although, she was sure she would find some time in the future, maybe even after they got rid of the black oriental. The ebony she-cat was pretty much not paying any attention now, except, Onyx's last 4 words made something in her snap. She turned her head to him. A venomous look in her eyes, but in her mind, she was absolutely dumbfounded. Did....he just....flirt with me?, Auroraflame thought in complete bewilderment. Oh, so first he kills off a few members in our clan, and then he decides it's alright to say that, Auroraflame thought. The more she thought about it, the more angered she became, not realising an angered expression was quickly growing on her face.

Without any warning, the deputy lunged at him. Her claws were already unsheathed so she didn't need to worry about that. The she-cat stretched out her claws, hoping to do some damage to this arrogant tom cat. She was aiming for a few scratches to his stupid cheek. As she neared closer to Onyx she got ready to hit his cheek with as much force as possible and slice it too. "You'll regret all of this".

{ Duskflight }
Onyx, not expecting Aurora to attack, felt the claws dig into his skin before he could process the attack. He stumbled back, and shot a murderous gaze at the deputy, his eyes beaming with anger. Blood fell from his face, staining the snow beneath his paws. "Well, well, well, don't you got some power behind you." he chuckled darkly, and lunged at her, his claws aimed for her flank, to catch her off balance. But the blow to his head had blurred his vision, and even he knew the blow won't land, but he had to fight. This was a matter of war, and if he lost, he could easily be killed and that was not an option.

His hatred blinded him more.
Hannibal completely disregarded the surprised look that Onyx had flashed him at his words, it meant nothing to him and he was simply trying to save them from more trouble than they needed, but by the way things were going and the way that Onyx was speaking, which was highly disrespectful if you ask him, this would end in some sort of mess anyways. When he said that to Auroraflame, if Hannibal could feel agitation, he would certainly feel it now, but no, he simply stood there, staring at Onyx before taking a step back, he knew what would come next. That she-cats face will with anger as fast as a thunderstorm brews in greenleaf and the dark grey tom merely watched as it happened, knowing that it would burst and she would strike, likely before Onyx could even think about what was going on, and then once he got his bearings, he would fight back and the two would either kill him or send him fleeing into the underbrush. At least, that was the two outcomes he foresaw, there was always other possibilities, he just saw those two as the most likely to happen. And then she lunged and struck, the black oriental caught by surprise and getting hit by her strike, sending a few delicate drops of crimson to the glistening white ground, anger growing in the icy blue depths of the Syndicate cat and then he lunged. So far, Hannibal's prediction was correct, and he simply watched, he didn't need to have any part in this, it wasn't his style really.
~
To be truthful with himself, he was getting particularly fed up by this oriental and the way he was speaking as if he owned their territory and didn't particularly care what they had to say. He had a feeling despite what the grey cat said, he would come back and continue to do it and he would be forced to take particular measures he didn't really want to have to come to.
Though what he said to his deputy caused him to grit his teeth.
How utterly disrespectful!
But he had to keep his cool, leaders weren't supposed to explode with anger, not in his eyes, they were supposed to be diplomatic. However, he couldn't control what his deputy did and when she lunged forward, he didn't make a move to stop her, in fact, he completely allowed her to do this. That tom deserved it. He was about ready to tell him to get out of his sight when Onyx decided to retaliate. Snarling as Onyx flew through the air towards his deputy, Grousestar bolted forward, lunged and aimed to headbutt the black oriental right in the ribs to knock him sideways, very likely to go crashing into a nearby try with the force he would headbutt him with, if it landed. He would never let anyone lay a claw on his deputy.

[monfang]

Hannibal completely disregarded the surprised look that Onyx had flashed him at his words, it meant nothing to him and he was simply trying to save them from more trouble than they needed, but by the way things were going and the way that Onyx was speaking, which was highly disrespectful if you ask him, this would end in some sort of mess anyways. When he said that to Auroraflame, if Hannibal could feel agitation, he would certainly feel it now, but no, he simply stood there, staring at Onyx before taking a step back, he knew what would come next. That she-cats face will with anger as fast as a thunderstorm brews in greenleaf and the dark grey tom merely watched as it happened, knowing that it would burst and she would strike, likely before Onyx could even think about what was going on, and then once he got his bearings, he would fight back and the two would either kill him or send him fleeing into the underbrush. At least, that was the two outcomes he foresaw, there was always other possibilities, he just saw those two as the most likely to happen. And then she lunged and struck, the black oriental caught by surprise and getting hit by her strike, sending a few delicate drops of crimson to the glistening white ground, anger growing in the icy blue depths of the Syndicate cat and then he lunged. So far, Hannibal's prediction was correct, and he simply watched, he didn't need to have any part in this, it wasn't his style really.
~
To be truthful with himself, he was getting particularly fed up by this oriental and the way he was speaking as if he owned their territory and didn't particularly care what they had to say. He had a feeling despite what the grey cat said, he would come back and continue to do it and he would be forced to take particular measures he didn't really want to have to come to.
Though what he said to his deputy caused him to grit his teeth.
How utterly disrespectful!
But he had to keep his cool, leaders weren't supposed to explode with anger, not in his eyes, they were supposed to be diplomatic. However, he couldn't control what his deputy did and when she lunged forward, he didn't make a move to stop her, in fact, he completely allowed her to do this. That tom deserved it. He was about ready to tell him to get out of his sight when Onyx decided to retaliate. Snarling as Onyx flew through the air towards his deputy, Grousestar bolted forward, lunged and aimed to headbutt the black oriental right in the ribs to knock him sideways, very likely to go crashing into a nearby try with the force he would headbutt him with, if it landed. He would never let anyone lay a claw on his deputy.
Pain surged through Onyx's side as he was flung to the ground, and he rolled against a tree. Slowly, he stumbled to his feet. Retreat! his thoughts screamed, but something tempted him to keep fighting, despite the fact he realized his 'friend' was not going to help him. This made Onyx even more angered and he wanted to lash out on Hannibal, but a three on one match was a no-go.

Slowly, he lowered himself, and snarled. A weird feeling swept over him, one he did not like. He might actually lose this match, the first one since he even joined the syndicate. No, no I can't let that happen! he snarled mentally, and he rose to his paws, and circled the leader and deputy, and shook his head. His coordination was back, that was for sure, but he still had to know weaknesses. He reached the side of the eyeing leader, and he lunged, a well-aimed attack, and stretched his claws out for his shoulder. If the blow landed, it would only give him a split second to lunge another attack, if he had any stamina remaining.

Little did he know this attack would be the end of him. An angered deputy wasn't just going to stand by, and he totally forgot about the danger he was in if he lunged and since he had not considered the fact she was there, he was in too much danger as it is. Too late had he realized the position he was in, and seeing as Hannibal would just pick at his bones if he died, he didn't even try to stop the attack.

"Let's end this!" he snarled.

[Empress Of Evil]

{ Duskflight }
Onyx, not expecting Aurora to attack, felt the claws dig into his skin before he could process the attack. He stumbled back, and shot a murderous gaze at the deputy, his eyes beaming with anger. Blood fell from his face, staining the snow beneath his paws. "Well, well, well, don't you got some power behind you." he chuckled darkly, and lunged at her, his claws aimed for her flank, to catch her off balance. But the blow to his head had blurred his vision, and even he knew the blow won't land, but he had to fight. This was a matter of war, and if he lost, he could easily be killed and that was not an option.

His hatred blinded him more.
Hannibal completely disregarded the surprised look that Onyx had flashed him at his words, it meant nothing to him and he was simply trying to save them from more trouble than they needed, but by the way things were going and the way that Onyx was speaking, which was highly disrespectful if you ask him, this would end in some sort of mess anyways. When he said that to Auroraflame, if Hannibal could feel agitation, he would certainly feel it now, but no, he simply stood there, staring at Onyx before taking a step back, he knew what would come next. That she-cats face will with anger as fast as a thunderstorm brews in greenleaf and the dark grey tom merely watched as it happened, knowing that it would burst and she would strike, likely before Onyx could even think about what was going on, and then once he got his bearings, he would fight back and the two would either kill him or send him fleeing into the underbrush. At least, that was the two outcomes he foresaw, there was always other possibilities, he just saw those two as the most likely to happen. And then she lunged and struck, the black oriental caught by surprise and getting hit by her strike, sending a few delicate drops of crimson to the glistening white ground, anger growing in the icy blue depths of the Syndicate cat and then he lunged. So far, Hannibal's prediction was correct, and he simply watched, he didn't need to have any part in this, it wasn't his style really.
~
To be truthful with himself, he was getting particularly fed up by this oriental and the way he was speaking as if he owned their territory and didn't particularly care what they had to say. He had a feeling despite what the grey cat said, he would come back and continue to do it and he would be forced to take particular measures he didn't really want to have to come to.
Though what he said to his deputy caused him to grit his teeth.
How utterly disrespectful!
But he had to keep his cool, leaders weren't supposed to explode with anger, not in his eyes, they were supposed to be diplomatic. However, he couldn't control what his deputy did and when she lunged forward, he didn't make a move to stop her, in fact, he completely allowed her to do this. That tom deserved it. He was about ready to tell him to get out of his sight when Onyx decided to retaliate. Snarling as Onyx flew through the air towards his deputy, Grousestar bolted forward, lunged and aimed to headbutt the black oriental right in the ribs to knock him sideways, very likely to go crashing into a nearby try with the force he would headbutt him with, if it landed. He would never let anyone lay a claw on his deputy.

Pain surged through Onyx's side as he was flung to the ground, and he rolled against a tree. Slowly, he stumbled to his feet. Retreat! his thoughts screamed, but something tempted him to keep fighting, despite the fact he realized his 'friend' was not going to help him. This made Onyx even more angered and he wanted to lash out on Hannibal, but a three on one match was a no-go.

Slowly, he lowered himself, and snarled. A weird feeling swept over him, one he did not like. He might actually lose this match, the first one since he even joined the syndicate. No, no I can't let that happen! he snarled mentally, and he rose to his paws, and circled the leader and deputy, and shook his head. His coordination was back, that was for sure, but he still had to know weaknesses. He reached the side of the eyeing leader, and he lunged, a well-aimed attack, and stretched his claws out for his shoulder. If the blow landed, it would only give him a split second to lunge another attack, if he had any stamina remaining.

Little did he know this attack would be the end of him. An angered deputy wasn't just going to stand by, and he totally forgot about the danger he was in if he lunged and since he had not considered the fact she was there, he was in too much danger as it is. Too late had he realized the position he was in, and seeing as Hannibal would just pick at his bones if he died, he didn't even try to stop the attack.

"Let's end this!" he snarled.


Auroraflame let out a small smile of triumph as delicate, scarlet droplets of liquid fell to the ground. Her smile was quickly wiped away as Onyx decided to retaliate. She was unprepared. The ebony she-cat made a weak attempt of defending herself by putting her paws up to defend her face. She knew she would be too late though and she braced herself. She was ready to be brutally attacked. Suddenly, opening one eye, she saw Onyx lying on the ground not to far from a tree. At first, she was confused, then her gaze swept across and she saw Grousestar standing there with a snarl of his face. Her eyes filled with relief and gratefulness. She would have to thank him later considering now wasn't the right time and place to be doing so. Looking back to see where Onyx was, she noticed he was no longer lying on the floor, instead the black oriental had gotten up and was now circling her and Grousestar. The deputy watched Onyx with an angered expression and coldness in her eyes.

He lunged, a well-aimed attack, and stretched his claws out for his shoulder. Grousestar had saved her, so she was going to pay up the debt. She immediately launched herself from the ground. She didn't spring to go far, she just used lots of power. Auroraflame stretched her own claws as far as possible, ready to scratch Onyx again. She aimed a blow for his cheek, the same one she had placed a wound on earlier. "GET OUT OF OUR TERRITORY!", Auroraflame screeched. She had had enough of the cunning oriental. She'd pretty much lost it.

[monfang]

Auroraflame let out a small smile of triumph as delicate, scarlet droplets of liquid fell to the ground. Her smile was quickly wiped away as Onyx decided to retaliate. She was unprepared. The ebony she-cat made a weak attempt of defending herself by putting her paws up to defend her face. She knew she would be too late though and she braced herself. She was ready to be brutally attacked. Suddenly, opening one eye, she saw Onyx lying on the ground not to far from a tree. At first, she was confused, then her gaze swept across and she saw Grousestar standing there with a snarl of his face. Her eyes filled with relief and gratefulness. She would have to thank him later considering now wasn't the right time and place to be doing so. Looking back to see where Onyx was, she noticed he was no longer lying on the floor, instead the black oriental had gotten up and was now circling her and Grousestar. The deputy watched Onyx with an angered expression and coldness in her eyes.

He lunged, a well-aimed attack, and stretched his claws out for his shoulder. Grousestar had saved her, so she was going to pay up the debt. She immediately launched herself from the ground. She didn't spring to go far, she just used lots of power. Auroraflame stretched her own claws as far as possible, ready to scratch Onyx again. She aimed a blow for his cheek, the same one she had placed a wound on earlier. "GET OUT OF OUR TERRITORY!", Auroraflame screeched. She had had enough of the cunning oriental. She'd pretty much lost it.
And there was the blow. Onyx felt the pain almost immediately, and he was launched over towards a tree. Hitting the ground, he tumbled against it and once he stopped, he did not move, nor did he snarl. It was as if he was dead. And in truth, he was. When he hit the tree his head had hit against a rock, and he was unconscious. The sudden blackout from the oriental proved he was no match for two, angered high ranks. He blamed Hannibal for not helping, he blamed his brothers for not helping, he blamed himself for not stopping. And soon, when he awoke, there would be no more Onyx, but yet a new cat was about to wake up. Onyx the killer died, but Onyx the saver was about to live again.

{And for the main wake-up post! if you guys wanna poof them or what-not thats fine heh ^^"}

The oriental woke from his slumber, and his head ached badly. He had no recollection of where he was at all, and this frightened him, but he had a somewhat feel that he hadn't felt fright in a very long time. Slowly he rose to his feet, and he rose a paw to his head and drew it back, blood now on it. My head... he looked down and saw a bloody rock.

I hit my head?

This made more sense now, and he tried to remember stuff, and he couldn't remember anything. He began to feel fear again, and he couldn't help but to feel a lingering darkness that seemed to loom over his shoulder, like an old enemy waiting to strike. Or was that it? As he was about to turn around, something caught his eye and he saw three pairs of eyes in the far forest infront of him. "H-Hello?" he called, and his own voice startled him, as if he didn't know it was his. The eyes did not move, and he heard a soft padding echo behind him, and quickly he turned to see a grey tom staring at him. "Onyx?" the tom asked, and the oriental tilted his head. "Who?"
The grey tom gasped and looked past him, and again he turned, but this time three more, similar-looking cats stepped up. A sudden rush of memory hit him, but only to the time when he was in that old tree-trunk den, and this made him collapse. A black and white molly then ran up to him. "Onyx, are you okay?" she asked. "Y-Yeah... where am I... and why is there a huge chunk of time just... missing?" he asked. "You don't remember the dusk syndicate?" the grey tom asked. The only thing Onyx could think of, the only thing he knew to even ask, for everything was new.

"What happened?"

"You came here to kill members of SkyClan." Maximum said. "You are one of the most feared cats of the Syndicate." Salem spoke. Onyx shook his head. "N-No, that can't be right, I'm... loved by all, not feared!" he said, his voice fear-filled. Galileo stepped up, their gold eyes soft and loving like always. "Come on, Onyx. We'll take you back home. To the Tree-Trunk Den." they spoke, their voice soothing. Onyx stared and nodded slowly like scared kit, and they all walked back to the open space that was surrounded by all the clans.

[monfang]

{ Nighty }
Galileo padded around the territory cautiously. Their golden orbs flickering around to make sure no warrior was ready to attack. They were actually nice, but they never spoke much, and the fact that their brother kinda tried to kill the leader and deputy didn't really help them. Slowly, as they padded, they sensed a warrior near by in the rising sunlight, and caught sight of an Abyssinian who limped from the clearing's edge. The tom was so close, it made Galileo cower in fear, and they shook, hoping that if the other sensed them, he wouldn't attack them.

[goddess of ducks]

{ Nighty }
Galileo padded around the territory cautiously. Their golden orbs flickering around to make sure no warrior was ready to attack. They were actually nice, but they never spoke much, and the fact that their brother kinda tried to kill the leader and deputy didn't really help them. Slowly, as they padded, they sensed a warrior near by in the rising sunlight, and caught sight of an Abyssinian who limped from the clearing's edge. The tom was so close, it made Galileo cower in fear, and they shook, hoping that if the other sensed them, he wouldn't attack them.
(Just sayin' but I just read through the fight with Geouse Aurora and Oynx and dang that was some good RP)
Cliffheart lounged at the very edge of the clearing, making sure he stayed out of the way and out of the sight line of the medicine den entrance. His bandaged leg lay sprawled out to his side, stiff and unmoving. His pale fur blended nicely with the sandy floor beneath him. His pale green orbs scanned the clearing as he watched the Clan life unfold around him. If only he could actually be doing something important to help the Clan. But nope, his dumb leg had to go and get him kicked to the sidelines. Just as he was about to settle down for a nice nap with fresh air, his nostrils not clogged by the scents of herbs, a new scent washed upon him. This one was different, one he had smelled before, but where? Maybe it was just the herbs still floating around in his head, screwing up his senses. They didn't smell that bad did they? He turned around, inhaling sharply with small exhales. There. He found the source, kittypet. He struggled to his paws, splinted leg stuck out at an odd angle. He hobbled towards the scent of the cat and released a soft growl. "Who's there?" He called, unable to see the face of the cat that he was almost completely sure was there.

[monfang]

(Just sayin' but I just read through the fight with Geouse Aurora and Oynx and dang that was some good RP)
Cliffheart lounged at the very edge of the clearing, making sure he stayed out of the way and out of the sight line of the medicine den entrance. His bandaged leg lay sprawled out to his side, stiff and unmoving. His pale fur blended nicely with the sandy floor beneath him. His pale green orbs scanned the clearing as he watched the Clan life unfold around him. If only he could actually be doing something important to help the Clan. But nope, his dumb leg had to go and get him kicked to the sidelines. Just as he was about to settle down for a nice nap with fresh air, his nostrils not clogged by the scents of herbs, a new scent washed upon him. This one was different, one he had smelled before, but where? Maybe it was just the herbs still floating around in his head, screwing up his senses. They didn't smell that bad did they? He turned around, inhaling sharply with small exhales. There. He found the source, kittypet. He struggled to his paws, splinted leg stuck out at an odd angle. He hobbled towards the scent of the cat and released a soft growl. "Who's there?" He called, unable to see the face of the cat that he was almost completely sure was there.

Fear rushed over the cat and they figured it would be best not to hide, as they could not see his leg. Slowly, they rose to their paws, their eyes soft with fear, and they hoped this tom wouldn't attack. "I am not here on the same terms as my brother, please, don't hurt me... Like you did him..." they whimpered, having seen the condition the leader and deputy had left him in. They came to join this clan, if that was even plausible. But they hoped the damage Onyx did was not enough to bring them down, and little did they know, Onyx had attacked the tom before them.

[goddess of ducks]

Fear rushed over the cat and they figured it would be best not to hide, as they could not see his leg. Slowly, they rose to their paws, their eyes soft with fear, and they hoped this tom wouldn't attack. "I am not here on the same terms as my brother, please, don't hurt me... Like you did him..." they whimpered, having seen the condition the leader and deputy had left him in. They came to join this clan, if that was even plausible. But they hoped the damage Onyx did was not enough to bring them down, and little did they know, Onyx had attacked the tom before them.

Cliffheart's soft growl faded. After his previous experiences with outsiders, he was kind of relieved that this seemed cautious and afraid, he wasn't in any condition for a fight, unless he planned on clobbering this cat with his splint. No, bad idea, that would only cause more pain and more problems, and more time spent out of action. "Alright, I won't fight you." He mewed confidently, not letting his weariness from his latest dose of poppy seeds show. "Although I must ask, what do you mean when you say, 'my brother's terms'? Who is your brother?" He asked, a sickening feeling settling in hi stomach. If this cat was here speaking of cats, obviously not kind and fearful, the last one he remembered hearing about was the one that caused half the reason he couldn't carry out warrior duties.

[monfang]

Cliffheart's soft growl faded. After his previous experiences with outsiders, he was kind of relieved that this seemed cautious and afraid, he wasn't in any condition for a fight, unless he planned on clobbering this cat with his splint. No, bad idea, that would only cause more pain and more problems, and more time spent out of action. "Alright, I won't fight you." He mewed confidently, not letting his weariness from his latest dose of poppy seeds show. "Although I must ask, what do you mean when you say, 'my brother's terms'? Who is your brother?" He asked, a sickening feeling settling in hi stomach. If this cat was here speaking of cats, obviously not kind and fearful, the last one he remembered hearing about was the one that caused half the reason he couldn't carry out warrior duties.
"His name is Onyx..." they said, then a sudden flash of fear and crossed their face like they were looking at their soon-to-be killer. "But please, I am not hear to carry out his plans!" They meowed, fear now causing their voice to rise ever so slightly. They had no tension in their muscles, no unsheathed claws or bared teeth. Not even the slightest show of any danger came of of this cat. They meant no harm. Not like Onyx. Although, Onyx's memory was now gone and he did not remember the past twenty-five moons. But that did not change the damage he did.

[goddess of ducks]

"His name is Onyx..." they said, then a sudden flash of fear and crossed their face like they were looking at their soon-to-be killer. "But please, I am not hear to carry out his plans!" They meowed, fear now causing their voice to rise ever so slightly. They had no tension in their muscles, no unsheathed claws or bared teeth. Not even the slightest show of any danger came of of this cat. They meant no harm. Not like Onyx. Although, Onyx's memory was now gone and he did not remember the past twenty-five moons. But that did not change the damage he did.

Cliffheart's jaw almost dropped open at the statement. How in the name of Starclan was this fearful, scared cat, a relative of the power hungry cat that had been here not too terribly long ago? But most importantly, why was he here. He wasn't entirely sure what to think about this cat. They trueley didn't act like their kin, nor did they smell of the Syndicate like Oynx had. "Alright then." He meowed shortly. "So if you aren't here to carry out Oynx's plans, then why are you here? Because somethings tells me that you not have wandered this close to the camp unless you had reasons too." He asked, his eyes monitoring the cats movements, tensed muscles, narrowed eyes, anything that would give him forewarning of an attack. Who knows, maybe this cat was just a good actor.

[monfang]

Cliffheart's jaw almost dropped open at the statement. How in the name of Starclan was this fearful, scared cat, a relative of the power hungry cat that had been here not too terribly long ago? But most importantly, why was he here. He wasn't entirely sure what to think about this cat. They trueley didn't act like their kin, nor did they smell of the Syndicate like Oynx had. "Alright then." He meowed shortly. "So if you aren't here to carry out Oynx's plans, then why are you here? Because somethings tells me that you not have wandered this close to the camp unless you had reasons too." He asked, his eyes monitoring the cats movements, tensed muscles, narrowed eyes, anything that would give him forewarning of an attack. Who knows, maybe this cat was just a good actor.
Galileo drew in a short breath, and their voice softened "I... I came to j-join..." They said, and they lowered their head. Galileo looked like a lost puppy more than a vicious attacker, and their looked up at the tom, and they remembered names Onyx had said, and by the looks of this tom, the named seemed to match. "Are you by any chance, Grousestar..." they whispered.

(Sorry for the short posts, I'm on mobile.)

[goddess of ducks]

Galileo drew in a short breath, and their voice softened "I... I came to j-join..." They said, and they lowered their head. Galileo looked like a lost puppy more than a vicious attacker, and their looked up at the tom, and they remembered names Onyx had said, and by the looks of this tom, the named seemed to match. "Are you by any chance, Grousestar..." they whispered.

(Sorry for the short posts, I'm on mobile.)

(It's fine)
Cliffheart watched, his suspicious still neither confirmed nor denied. HE had learned in recent experiences that he couldn't be too careful in how he trusted newcomers. Sure some kittypets or loners that wanted to join the Clan could be good and true, like his mentor Pebblechase. Although with this cat related to Onyx....he couldn't be too careful. He knew what his eyes saw and wanted to believe. Their intentions were good and pure, seeming to not want their brother's path. "Alright...I'll need to take you into camp then. It's G-" he was cut off by the next question. "Who me? Grousestar? No, no, I'm not that important to the Clan. Besides my leg won't let me do the amazing things he does." He held his leg out, revealing the splint and herbs covering his twisted limb. "I wish I was Grousestar, but sadly no. I'm Cliffheart. But I have met your brother though."

[monfang]

(It's fine)
Cliffheart watched, his suspicious still neither confirmed nor denied. HE had learned in recent experiences that he couldn't be too careful in how he trusted newcomers. Sure some kittypets or loners that wanted to join the Clan could be good and true, like his mentor Pebblechase. Although with this cat related to Onyx....he couldn't be too careful. He knew what his eyes saw and wanted to believe. Their intentions were good and pure, seeming to not want their brother's path. "Alright...I'll need to take you into camp then. It's G-" he was cut off by the next question. "Who me? Grousestar? No, no, I'm not that important to the Clan. Besides my leg won't let me do the amazing things he does." He held his leg out, revealing the splint and herbs covering his twisted limb. "I wish I was Grousestar, but sadly no. I'm Cliffheart. But I have met your brother though."

Galileo's gaze softened with sadness. "My Condolences..." they said, and rose. They had been out here all alone and they weren't the greatest of hunters, so they were extremely hungry. And they were recently attacked by a lone badger, so they were also weak. They gave a soft smile. "That would be great..." they said softly.

[goddess of ducks]

Galileo's gaze softened with sadness. "My Condolences..." they said, and rose. They had been out here all alone and they weren't the greatest of hunters, so they were extremely hungry. And they were recently attacked by a lone badger, so they were also weak. They gave a soft smile. "That would be great..." they said softly.
To Cliffheart's demise, every time this cat spoke, their weakened posture struck him. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was quickly beginning to believe that this cat truly had no bad intention. That's when he reminded himself: If one were to have an evil sibling, then there was three possible outcomes of the other sibling. One, be just as evil and help them with whatever. Two, be neutral, neither support or shun their sibling. Or three, hate the evil sibling and try everything to get away from them without them finding out or else.... This cat seemed to be the third option, but it wasn't for him to decide. "Alright then." He meowed somewhat gruffly, as he used the same tone he did when he was taking command of a patrol, if that were to ever happen. "I'll take you in to camp with me, but Grousestar might be busy for the time being, so you can stay in the clearing." He swept his eyes over the thin frame again. "And I'll get you something to eat. Although don't expect much food until you're told you can actually join." He said pulling aside the bushes and brambles, revealing the camp behind him.


(Are you going to actually have Gal talk to Grouse? )

[fresh]

Sparrowdrift, being as clumsy as ever, tumbled out of the camp by simply tripping on a rock. His eyes darted around to see if anyone had noticed his sudden fall. But no one was around to see him and his crash. That's good, he thought. Suddenly, a plump starling called out from the tree above him. Using his strong haunches, he made a massive leap and brought it down, killing it with a single blow. Temptation to eat it threatened him, but he didn't eat it. There were others that needed it more then him.

[Starfall]

(AHH! I never saw this reply, I'm sorry!)
Sycamorepaw perked her ears and turned her eyes to the tom as he trotted up beside her, and listened as he spoke of her becoming a warrior. She knew the time was nearing, but to hear him state it, it felt strange. She was surprised he knew she was that close to her ceremony, but didn't let on. "I've always wanted to be a warrior. I'm not a fan of herbs, all their properties confuse me. I wouldn't mind becoming deputy one day, but I know that chance is slim and so I just put my effort into taking care of the clan, however I can." That was true, she really had no interest in being a medicine cat, and had no lust for the power a deputy and leader carried. She wanted to take care of her home, teach the kits the ways of SkyClan, help apprentices become mighty warriors. However, she didn't make stubborn goals, and was quite lenient with how he life would turn out. She was willing to ride the waves. Discarding the thoughts for now, she listened as he started speaking of a tribe, and stared at him a moment, taking in his words. Then her eyes went to the horizon, and she gazed into the distance.
"I won't deny the existence of a tribe, or pretend it is impossible for one to exist." She paused, gathering her words, "But I have no interest in going out to find them, either. If it is destined for our paths to cross, I believe it will happen." The she-cat was quite the believer in destiny, and she felt if things were supposed to happen, they would. Granted, she accepted the fact that not everything could be planned, but she knew not everything could be prevented either. "I think that our ancestors once met a group of cats, probably interacted for some time, but then we, or they, had to move on. We were probably too different to live together, like the four clans have, and how the five do now."
{It's quite alright ^^ and sorry mines fairly late}
The cream tabby flicked his ear, agreeing with the molly, liking the fact that he wasn't the only one who thought that way about becoming a higher up "I'm the same way, though I don't really want to become deputy or medicine cat. I'd much rather be...well....me. And I cannot see myself becoming leader, or deputy, or medicine cat, that's not the way I'm wired." he quipped, it was rare for him to talk about such things, and to say such things in such an intellectual way, it wasn't like him, but he felt strongly about this, more so than most of his other opinions and ideas "It makes me sad, there's a lot of cats who want that power, they show off, or just cheat. In my opinion Grousestar is an amazing leader, and Auroraflame is a great choice for deputy. Ebonypaw is still learning, but that's what makes her great, the fact that even without a mentor she's still trying her hardest." he stated, awe gleamed in his green hues, he found those three admirable, they were much better than what he could ever dream to be, but that wouldn't stop him, he still planed on becoming the greatest warrior in the clan, but not to try and gain power, rather, to protect the ones he cares for. Now of course he would never state that aloud, to even in his wildist dreams, to state such a weakness to others would be his downfall.
Sweetpaw was yanked out of his thoughts when Sycamorepaw stated her opinions about tribes, upon hearing her conclusion he felt anger rise, annoyance blossom, he swiveled his head and glared at the molly, his forest green orbs danced wit his annoyance and disbelief "You're letting your fate control your destiny." he said cooly, his tail tip flicked back and fourth as he continued to stare a tear the older apprentice "Maybe instead of letting others choose for you, you can create your own path, your own destiny. It's your life, do what you want with it." he stated, lifting his head so he could look down at the other, showing exactly what he thought of her at the moment. Sweetpaw believed in fate, and destiny, but he would never let one control the other, he hates being told what to do, he would rather much be free, make his own destiny, but of course he was just an apprentice, a newbie, he would have to wait until he became a warrior to do as he pleases, but he promised himself, just for a little while, he would out up with the bossing around.

[ameko]

[for Random Melody]
Acornflash strided out of the clearing, suppressing a yawn as he made his way through the undergrowth. He had stayed up in the early hours of dawn, making sure he knew this place like the back of his paw. Surveying the area, everything slowly beginning to fall into place as he saw more and more, a smile twitched at his muzzle before growing into a grin. Grousestar and Auroraflame had done a good job claiming this territory. Well, with the exception of the Dusk Syndicate so near to them; that was a little alarming. Nonetheless, he still appreciated the abundance of prey and herbs for his Clan. "Alright!" Acornflash halted, gazing at every tree near them. "There's some moss on that tree nearby," he said, flicking his tail to the left at a large oak stump. "I suspect you already know how to collect moss, correct? I'm sure some of the apprentices have demonstrated it." Without waiting for a reply from his apprentice, he unsheathed his claws and held up one of his paws, curling his claws and yanking them downward, slicing the air. "Somewhat like that. Maybe a little bit slower, or else the moss will be shredded into bits. Now, I'll be close by - I'm going to collect moss at this tree over here. If you need anything, just let me know," he meowed, spinning on his heel and trotting over to his designated tree, letting out a long, deep sigh. I don't think I did that correctly, he decided. A mentor's supposed to... guide the apprentice, not leave them to their own devices. Oops.

[Random Melody]

[for Random Melody]
Acornflash strided out of the clearing, suppressing a yawn as he made his way through the undergrowth. He had stayed up in the early hours of dawn, making sure he knew this place like the back of his paw. Surveying the area, everything slowly beginning to fall into place as he saw more and more, a smile twitched at his muzzle before growing into a grin. Grousestar and Auroraflame had done a good job claiming this territory. Well, with the exception of the Dusk Syndicate so near to them; that was a little alarming. Nonetheless, he still appreciated the abundance of prey and herbs for his Clan. "Alright!" Acornflash halted, gazing at every tree near them. "There's some moss on that tree nearby," he said, flicking his tail to the left at a large oak stump. "I suspect you already know how to collect moss, correct? I'm sure some of the apprentices have demonstrated it." Without waiting for a reply from his apprentice, he unsheathed his claws and held up one of his paws, curling his claws and yanking them downward, slicing the air. "Somewhat like that. Maybe a little bit slower, or else the moss will be shredded into bits. Now, I'll be close by - I'm going to collect moss at this tree over here. If you need anything, just let me know," he meowed, spinning on his heel and trotting over to his designated tree, letting out a long, deep sigh. I don't think I did that correctly, he decided. A mentor's supposed to... guide the apprentice, not leave them to their own devices. Oops.

Brightpaw bounded after her mentor, enjoying the breeze swishing through her fur. She slowed her pace beside Acornflash, smiling as she followed his gaze to the oak tree. "Okay," She mewed in response, then looked up at the question. She opened her mouth to give the affirmative but fell silent, watching her mentor slice the air. "Gotchaa." She purred, flicking her tail as she copied him, arching her paw and sliving down at the air. "Okay Acornflash!" She watched him pad off, then trotted over to the tree her mentor had instructed her to go to.

Smiling, she raised a paw, arching it and unsheathing her claws as far as they could go. She took a deep breath, and sliced down, though not as quick as she'd sliced the air a few moments ago, remembering her mentors words. The moss she'd sliced off fell to the ground, and Brightpaw grinned when she saw she'd left no dirt or bark on the piece of moss. The calico chuckled to herself, her sea-green eyes glimmering. I wonder what Creekpaw is doing... She glanced sideways at Acornflash, then turned her attention back to the tree. I'll find out later. She decided, turning her concentration to the moss as she sliced again.

[lost]

{It's quite alright ^^ and sorry mines fairly late}
The cream tabby flicked his ear, agreeing with the molly, liking the fact that he wasn't the only one who thought that way about becoming a higher up "I'm the same way, though I don't really want to become deputy or medicine cat. I'd much rather be...well....me. And I cannot see myself becoming leader, or deputy, or medicine cat, that's not the way I'm wired." he quipped, it was rare for him to talk about such things, and to say such things in such an intellectual way, it wasn't like him, but he felt strongly about this, more so than most of his other opinions and ideas "It makes me sad, there's a lot of cats who want that power, they show off, or just cheat. In my opinion Grousestar is an amazing leader, and Auroraflame is a great choice for deputy. Ebonypaw is still learning, but that's what makes her great, the fact that even without a mentor she's still trying her hardest." he stated, awe gleamed in his green hues, he found those three admirable, they were much better than what he could ever dream to be, but that wouldn't stop him, he still planed on becoming the greatest warrior in the clan, but not to try and gain power, rather, to protect the ones he cares for. Now of course he would never state that aloud, to even in his wildist dreams, to state such a weakness to others would be his downfall.
Sweetpaw was yanked out of his thoughts when Sycamorepaw stated her opinions about tribes, upon hearing her conclusion he felt anger rise, annoyance blossom, he swiveled his head and glared at the molly, his forest green orbs danced wit his annoyance and disbelief "You're letting your fate control your destiny." he said cooly, his tail tip flicked back and fourth as he continued to stare a tear the older apprentice "Maybe instead of letting others choose for you, you can create your own path, your own destiny. It's your life, do what you want with it." he stated, lifting his head so he could look down at the other, showing exactly what he thought of her at the moment. Sweetpaw believed in fate, and destiny, but he would never let one control the other, he hates being told what to do, he would rather much be free, make his own destiny, but of course he was just an apprentice, a newbie, he would have to wait until he became a warrior to do as he pleases, but he promised himself, just for a little while, he would out up with the bossing around.

The older apprentice had begun to realize just how angry Sweetpaw really was, and found his name quite ironic. He was no where near being sweet. His parents must have been crazy to name him that. Listening to him rant to her, lecture her, she didn't respond. She just stared forward, listening quietly and waiting for him to finish. He jumped to conclusions, put words in her mouth, and she wasn't going to let him act like a know-it-all. "Tell me when I ever stated I was going to let someone or something else decide make choices for me?" She asked, finally turning her eyes to him. There was an annoyance buried in her gaze, but there was also a simple calm. There was no desire for her to snap at him now, but if he continued like this she would. "I will make my own choices, and I will do what I want. That does not change my view on whether if something is supposed to happen, it will happen." She stared intently at him, her eyes slightly narrowed before she finally snapped her gaze away. "There's a difference between me believing in something happening and me letting it happen. I will control my life. No one has a say in my life."
Suddenly the distance became interesting as she gazed forward, taking a moment to truly gather her thoughts. "What I meant was a bigger picture, like the entire clan moving here, Sweetpaw. My life is mine, but things with the clan are different. If something is meant to happen for our clan, not much can stop it. But I can control what happens in my life."
Sycamorepaw felt she didn't portray her thoughts very well, but she decided that if he wanted to continue she would just change the subject. The topic was too complicated, and he was too eager to jump to conclusions.

[Starfall]

The older apprentice had begun to realize just how angry Sweetpaw really was, and found his name quite ironic. He was no where near being sweet. His parents must have been crazy to name him that. Listening to him rant to her, lecture her, she didn't respond. She just stared forward, listening quietly and waiting for him to finish. He jumped to conclusions, put words in her mouth, and she wasn't going to let him act like a know-it-all. "Tell me when I ever stated I was going to let someone or something else decide make choices for me?" She asked, finally turning her eyes to him. There was an annoyance buried in her gaze, but there was also a simple calm. There was no desire for her to snap at him now, but if he continued like this she would. "I will make my own choices, and I will do what I want. That does not change my view on whether if something is supposed to happen, it will happen." She stared intently at him, her eyes slightly narrowed before she finally snapped her gaze away. "There's a difference between me believing in something happening and me letting it happen. I will control my life. No one has a say in my life."
Suddenly the distance became interesting as she gazed forward, taking a moment to truly gather her thoughts. "What I meant was a bigger picture, like the entire clan moving here, Sweetpaw. My life is mine, but things with the clan are different. If something is meant to happen for our clan, not much can stop it. But I can control what happens in my life."
Sycamorepaw felt she didn't portray her thoughts very well, but she decided that if he wanted to continue she would just change the subject. The topic was too complicated, and he was too eager to jump to conclusions.

The cream tabby flicked his tail tip and just glared back at Sycamorepaw, refusing to back down from her challenge, at least, thats what he saw it as. He was pleased with her statement, though he was quite unsure as to why he felt as though he should look after the older molly, he felt lighter, as though a small burden was lifted off of his shoulders, though this doesn't count as a burden. He gave the molly a triumphant smirk and stalked forward, his tail and head high "Good, i dont like looking after mouse brains." he yipped, glee and amusement evident in his voice, he may have a small fuse, but he had a big heart, he hates seeing his clanmates in distress, and he would hate for his new found aquantiance to be distressed or troubled, he actually came to grow fond of the other, she felt like a big sister to him, nagging him, teaching his things subconsciously, and though she didn't think he saw it, he does, the flicker of emotions that becomes evident in her hues.
The young tom pointed his hears in the direction of a large, snow covered rock and grinned, an Idea formed in his mind. He swirled his head so that he could look at Sycamorepaw and grinned even wider "Since you won't be an apprentice for much longer, let's have some fun." he laughed, all his sourness was tucked away for a moment, but it wound be gone for long. He went in a crouching position, his tail lashing back and fourth, "Let's see who can climb up that rock first, the winner...um... I have no clue actually..we'll figure that out as we go. So what do you say? Or are you going to have a pick in your pelt the whole time we're out here?" he quipped, his green hues flashed with challenge and excitement, it's been forever since he's had fun like this, his littermates would enter play with him, his father was rude, sour, hit mother was too...motherly, it made him gleeful, joyous to be able to actually have fun for once.

[ameko]

Brightpaw bounded after her mentor, enjoying the breeze swishing through her fur. She slowed her pace beside Acornflash, smiling as she followed his gaze to the oak tree. "Okay," She mewed in response, then looked up at the question. She opened her mouth to give the affirmative but fell silent, watching her mentor slice the air. "Gotchaa." She purred, flicking her tail as she copied him, arching her paw and sliving down at the air. "Okay Acornflash!" She watched him pad off, then trotted over to the tree her mentor had instructed her to go to.

Smiling, she raised a paw, arching it and unsheathing her claws as far as they could go. She took a deep breath, and sliced down, though not as quick as she'd sliced the air a few moments ago, remembering her mentors words. The moss she'd sliced off fell to the ground, and Brightpaw grinned when she saw she'd left no dirt or bark on the piece of moss. The calico chuckled to herself, her sea-green eyes glimmering. I wonder what Creekpaw is doing... She glanced sideways at Acornflash, then turned her attention back to the tree. I'll find out later. She decided, turning her concentration to the moss as she sliced again.

Acornflash hummed as he made his way to his designated tree, unsheathing his claws and pausing just before he swung his paw down. In retrospect, he had realized that he may have been doing a poor job at mentoring, but, since Brightpaw didn't have any experience with any other mentor, she wouldn't know how a mentor was supposed to act. Thus, Acornflash was doing a completely fine job. Brightening up just a hair, he hoped he had nothing else to worry about and brought his claws down in an arch, only remembering to go slow just as he hit the moss. Most of it turned out fine, yet a few pieces had been shredded to bits, and some bark had gotten caught on the moss. He grimaced, shifting over to another patch of moss; this time he slowed down immensely, and with a slight smile plastered onto his muzzle, the moss came out clean.

With a glance over his shoulder at Brightpaw to make sure she was on task, his mind started to wander. How did Hopefang think about him? He was one of the few friends that Acornflash wished to know better. They didn't talk nearly enough. While finishing up his job of collecting moss, he planned various ways to "accidentally" run into him sometime. After a little bit of time had passed, he stepped back to admire the sizable pile of moss he had collected. "Brightpaw, I think we should bring this back to camp, and then we can return to the territory if you're up for it," meowed Acorn, turning towards his apprentice.

[Random Melody]

Acornflash hummed as he made his way to his designated tree, unsheathing his claws and pausing just before he swung his paw down. In retrospect, he had realized that he may have been doing a poor job at mentoring, but, since Brightpaw didn't have any experience with any other mentor, she wouldn't know how a mentor was supposed to act. Thus, Acornflash was doing a completely fine job. Brightening up just a hair, he hoped he had nothing else to worry about and brought his claws down in an arch, only remembering to go slow just as he hit the moss. Most of it turned out fine, yet a few pieces had been shredded to bits, and some bark had gotten caught on the moss. He grimaced, shifting over to another patch of moss; this time he slowed down immensely, and with a slight smile plastered onto his muzzle, the moss came out clean.

With a glance over his shoulder at Brightpaw to make sure she was on task, his mind started to wander. How did Hopefang think about him? He was one of the few friends that Acornflash wished to know better. They didn't talk nearly enough. While finishing up his job of collecting moss, he planned various ways to "accidentally" run into him sometime. After a little bit of time had passed, he stepped back to admire the sizable pile of moss he had collected. "Brightpaw, I think we should bring this back to camp, and then we can return to the territory if you're up for it," meowed Acorn, turning towards his apprentice.

Brightpaw continued with occassional glances toward her mentor, humming to herself. Though she was trying to concentrate, her, mind kept straying to Creekpaw, distracting her. Some of the moss came out shredded with bark stuck to it but she scooted that aside, shaking the thoughts out of her mind and continuing. She had a fair sized pile, good for her first time. Her ears pricked as her mentor spoke, and she swiveled her calico head around, fixing Acornflash with curious green eyes.

"Sure!" She mewed happily, her tail curling up as she looked down at the moss she'd collected, prodding it with a paw. "So how do we get this all back?" She asked curiously. Sure the apprentices had taught her how to slice, but she couldnt recall them telling her how to care bundles back. And it looked like it would be hard to carry all of it back.

[Agnate]

Wolfybro)

Lynxpelt's eyes opened wide in surprise at the affectionate gesture and he flinched slightly before embracing it.

[graves]

Wolfybro)

Lynxpelt's eyes opened wide in surprise at the affectionate gesture and he flinched slightly before embracing it.
Maplefrost noticed how the tom slightly flinched at her signs of affection and she looked away in embarrassment for a moment. Though soon her eyes shined as they reached the camp exit, practically bouncing and itching to get into the trees. She smiled up at him.
{{ You can post in the territory! }}

[Agnate]

We are in the territory... Wolfybro )

Lynxpelt smiled back awkwardly before he said "Uh, race you to the top!" And leaped towards the tallest tree he could see. His claws made contact with the rough wood, and he started up the tree

[graves]

We are in the territory... Wolfybro )

Lynxpelt smiled back awkwardly before he said "Uh, race you to the top!" And leaped towards the tallest tree he could see. His claws made contact with the rough wood, and he started up the tree
Her eyes narrowed as she grinned,"You're on!" the smaller shecat declared. She leaped up against the same tree but on a different side, her long sharp claws digging into the pale dark brown bark and she used her muscles to pull her up the tree. Her tail twitched in order to balance herself.

[Agnate]

Her eyes narrowed as she grinned,"You're on!" the smaller shecat declared. She leaped up against the same tree but on a different side, her long sharp claws digging into the pale dark brown bark and she used her muscles to pull her up the tree. Her tail twitched in order to balance herself.

Lynxpelt laughed slightly at her enthusiasm as he worked his way up the tree, but slipped almost halfway up. He started to fall, but managed to get ahold of a branch and dangled there, unable, and unwilling to move

[graves]

Lynxpelt laughed slightly at her enthusiasm as he worked his way up the tree, but slipped almost halfway up. He started to fall, but managed to get ahold of a branch and dangled there, unable, and unwilling to move
Maplefrost continued to climb with the tree, digging her claws deeper in the bark and using her hind claws to push her up. She smiled until she realize that Lynxpelt was currently dangling. She climbed on the branch he was dangling from and leaned down, grabbing the toms scruff and pulling up onto the branch.

[Reverie]

Snowybranch sighs, her blue hues scanning from where she was. The white pelted shecat hopped down from her rock and settled.

[OPEN]

[Agnate]

Maplefrost continued to climb with the tree, digging her claws deeper in the bark and using her hind claws to push her up. She smiled until she realize that Lynxpelt was currently dangling. She climbed on the branch he was dangling from and leaned down, grabbing the toms scruff and pulling up onto the branch.

Lynxpelt's hind legs scrambled as Maplefrost pulled him up, trying to find purchase on the branch. Once he was fully up, he practically collapsed on the branch "T-thank you" he got out

[Momotaro]

I got Nightflash (http://noonelivesforever.weebly.com/nightflash.html) right here but yeah his page says really everything about him but he could be cat two hah.

"That sounds like a good idea." Blackgaze said to the thought of trying to catch mice. They weren't as good as fish but they were prey and that was good enough. She followed her younger brother, stopping when she heard his feet leave the snowy ground to supposedly jump on something; probably to get a better view. She waited a moment before her ears twitched at the words Toothless said to her, emotion shimmering in her eyes as her younger brother told her he was proud. She let her black, inky, fur rub against his in an affectionate nuzzle, letting the cat-like smile on her muzzle grow wider. "I knew you would be, Toothless... but it makes it all better to hear it from you." she said softly, nuzzling him in a platonic motion once more. It was nice to hear that someone was proud of her getting a position as deputy, as it was a big accomplishment, but her parents and litter-mates had been dead for awhile now which left her with almost no one to be proud of what she has accomplished. Especially because she's a blind cat, born without sight, and been told by multiple other cats that she'd probably never make it as a warrior and only be good as a pretty bad medicine cat even though the medicine cat at the time had already chosen an apprentice. Though, she still had Toothless and her friends like Russetstar, Cloudrain, Creekfeather, Silverheart, Cloversplash, Mistfall, etc. That's what's got her through these times and what will get her through the rest.
I have Nightshade (http://catsofspirit.weebly.com/nightshade.html) for Cat 1

Other:
if you'd be okay with it, I might have Nightshade try follow Wurzel in his growth in the clan, somewhat perhaps looking out for him, like an older brother or caretaker somehow, in gratitude to him saving him from the branch incident.

Coal nodded lightly, peering over at his older son. "Sun, don't make fun of your brother. He can't help being who he is" He said, halfly tutoring, halfly in a gentle voice. He knew most of his kits were probably annoyed at Code. Granted, he was a bit himself. But his love for the small, hyper kit was much greater than his little bit of annoyance of the constantly bubbly tom. Peering over at Lilac, he gave her a loving look before nodding. "Let's check it out" He said, before climbing down into the badger's den. He peered around, sniffing to make sure it was really empty. It most certainly had not been used for atleast a year. It was safe. Peering around once again, he tried to determine if four grown cats and three kits were able to be in there. It would be in great need of space. He climbed out of it again, before peering at his two oldest sons. "Sun, Furze, I'll need your help digging a bit. We will probably stay here for a few days, get out strenght back completely and filling our bellies. So we need more space in the den than there already is. So, let's get to work while Lilac watches the kits, shall we?"

A handsome mottled Tom padded through the forest, his soft fluffy fur ignoring the abundance of thorns and twigs, staying spotless and clean. The Tom eyes flicked around. He knew he was in Skyclan territory, but he was starving and wanted to meet some cats! Wurzel sneaked forward, aware of all the different scents and sounds. He carfully picked one out, a song thrush. That had landed on a low down branch; bad choice. The young tom stalked towards it, till he was right underneath it, and leapt. The landed square in the thrush, grabbed it, and leapt back down to enjoy his meal. Perhaps to much, as he didn't notice the oncoming patrol; and the Skyclan warriors in it.

[graves]

Lynxpelt's hind legs scrambled as Maplefrost pulled him up, trying to find purchase on the branch. Once he was fully up, he practically collapsed on the branch "T-thank you" he got out
The shecat sighed in relief as he made it safely onto the branch. She bent to look where she had bit his scruff to pull him up and gave soft licks to it, hoping it wasn't sore. "Are you alright? You didn't get hurt did you?" she mewed between licks.

[Trashy Sky]

A handsome mottled Tom padded through the forest, his soft fluffy fur ignoring the abundance of thorns and twigs, staying spotless and clean. The Tom eyes flicked around. He knew he was in Skyclan territory, but he was starving and wanted to meet some cats! Wurzel sneaked forward, aware of all the different scents and sounds. He carfully picked one out, a song thrush. That had landed on a low down branch; bad choice. The young tom stalked towards it, till he was right underneath it, and leapt. The landed square in the thrush, grabbed it, and leapt back down to enjoy his meal. Perhaps to much, as he didn't notice the oncoming patrol; and the Skyclan warriors in it.
Nightflash padded through the territory with the only other cat in his patrol; Nightshade. The tom was calm as his jaws softly parted to check for smells. The black tom's white paws made no noise as he slowly came to a stop, not exactly noticing Wurzel at the moment, but sensing something was up. "... You smell that?" he asked quietly to the other tom that had been in their two-cat patrol.

[lost]

The cream tabby flicked his tail tip and just glared back at Sycamorepaw, refusing to back down from her challenge, at least, thats what he saw it as. He was pleased with her statement, though he was quite unsure as to why he felt as though he should look after the older molly, he felt lighter, as though a small burden was lifted off of his shoulders, though this doesn't count as a burden. He gave the molly a triumphant smirk and stalked forward, his tail and head high "Good, i dont like looking after mouse brains." he yipped, glee and amusement evident in his voice, he may have a small fuse, but he had a big heart, he hates seeing his clanmates in distress, and he would hate for his new found aquantiance to be distressed or troubled, he actually came to grow fond of the other, she felt like a big sister to him, nagging him, teaching his things subconsciously, and though she didn't think he saw it, he does, the flicker of emotions that becomes evident in her hues.
The young tom pointed his hears in the direction of a large, snow covered rock and grinned, an Idea formed in his mind. He swirled his head so that he could look at Sycamorepaw and grinned even wider "Since you won't be an apprentice for much longer, let's have some fun." he laughed, all his sourness was tucked away for a moment, but it wound be gone for long. He went in a crouching position, his tail lashing back and fourth, "Let's see who can climb up that rock first, the winner...um... I have no clue actually..we'll figure that out as we go. So what do you say? Or are you going to have a pick in your pelt the whole time we're out here?" he quipped, his green hues flashed with challenge and excitement, it's been forever since he's had fun like this, his littermates would enter play with him, his father was rude, sour, hit mother was too...motherly, it made him gleeful, joyous to be able to actually have fun for once.

Sycamorepaw shot a glare at Sweetpaw as he spoke of not wanting to take care of mouse-brains. He was a very ignorant and arrogant cat, which irritated her and she almost gave him a retort, but decided against it. He was young and stupid. He would learn... hopefully. Of course, he could just say things he doesn't always mean and doesn't bother correcting himself, but she doubted it. He was aware of what he was saying, probably because he thought it was 'cool' or he was trying to change himself. Whatever it was, she wasn't in the mood to fight.
As he jumped to suggesting they have some fun before she joins the rank of warrior, she perked her ears. No apprentice has wanted to play with her for a couple moons, and the kits clung to the younger apprentices. As he suggested a race to climb a rock, she shot him a teasing glare as he accused her of being a stick in the mud. Deciding to prove him wrong, she gave a quick, "Yeah okay," and braced herself to dart forward and climb the rock. She was already examining it for a good paw hold to pull herself up after her primary leap.
"Read, set, go!" She shouted suddenly and shot forward, leaping towards the rock and aiming for the smallest of ledges to hook her paws into so she could wiggle the last distance to the top. However, she was a bit too eager to start the race and scrambled a bit after her leap, having to waste a moment or two to regain her grip before she could start climbing to the top again.

[ameko]

Brightpaw continued with occassional glances toward her mentor, humming to herself. Though she was trying to concentrate, her, mind kept straying to Creekpaw, distracting her. Some of the moss came out shredded with bark stuck to it but she scooted that aside, shaking the thoughts out of her mind and continuing. She had a fair sized pile, good for her first time. Her ears pricked as her mentor spoke, and she swiveled her calico head around, fixing Acornflash with curious green eyes.

"Sure!" She mewed happily, her tail curling up as she looked down at the moss she'd collected, prodding it with a paw. "So how do we get this all back?" She asked curiously. Sure the apprentices had taught her how to slice, but she couldnt recall them telling her how to care bundles back. And it looked like it would be hard to carry all of it back.

(ack correct me if i'm wrong but i think this is how you would do it i don't really know) Acornflash hesitated at Brightpaw's question, glancing back and forth at the two piles of moss. He had never collected this much before, mainly because he would do it by himself as an apprentice, and Acorn used to do the bare minimum and nothing more. He was subpar in many aspects of what it meant to be a warrior, something that would come back to bite him in the tail due to him becoming a mentor. He really could never stop thinking about how he had someone who was completely dependent on his teachings. "I, uh..." he paused, trotting over a few foxlengths away to grab two large leaves. Comparing the size of the leaf to the pile of moss, he squinted, hoping that this was the correct decision. Acornflash dropped one of the leaves at his apprentice's paws and walked back to his moss, sitting down and setting the leaf down. "Just—hmm. Just set the moss on top of the leaf and then grab the two corners of the leaf; it's like how our medicine cat prepares the bundles of traveling herbs," meowed the brown tom, pleased with himself for the adequate comparison yet not showing a bit of it. He promptly transferred the moss to the leaf and grabbed the leaf in his teeth, testing to see if it would spill over. A delighted gleam in his eyes, Acorn saw no moss fall out of the bundle. Stretching his claws into the dirt, he watched Brightpaw, impatience visible in his quirks.

[Random Melody]

(ack correct me if i'm wrong but i think this is how you would do it i don't really know) Acornflash hesitated at Brightpaw's question, glancing back and forth at the two piles of moss. He had never collected this much before, mainly because he would do it by himself as an apprentice, and Acorn used to do the bare minimum and nothing more. He was subpar in many aspects of what it meant to be a warrior, something that would come back to bite him in the tail due to him becoming a mentor. He really could never stop thinking about how he had someone who was completely dependent on his teachings. "I, uh..." he paused, trotting over a few foxlengths away to grab two large leaves. Comparing the size of the leaf to the pile of moss, he squinted, hoping that this was the correct decision. Acornflash dropped one of the leaves at his apprentice's paws and walked back to his moss, sitting down and setting the leaf down. "Just—hmm. Just set the moss on top of the leaf and then grab the two corners of the leaf; it's like how our medicine cat prepares the bundles of traveling herbs," meowed the brown tom, pleased with himself for the adequate comparison yet not showing a bit of it. He promptly transferred the moss to the leaf and grabbed the leaf in his teeth, testing to see if it would spill over. A delighted gleam in his eyes, Acorn saw no moss fall out of the bundle. Stretching his claws into the dirt, he watched Brightpaw, impatience visible in his quirks.

(Lol honestly it doesnt matter which method you use, as long as they can get the moss to camp XDDD)

Brightpaw watched her mentor grab two leaves, her eyes lighting up as she nodded. "Okay," She watched him demonstrate before nudging her moss onto the leaf. She grabbed one end of it, pulling the other end to her mouth with a paw and clamping her jaws over both ends, lifting it up. It was surprisingly slightly heavy but she tightened her grip and looked up at her mentor with pride gleaming in her green eyes. "Ready." She mewed, though her voice was muffled as she kept a firm grip on the leaf. Her tail swished back and forth as she glanced around before fixing her attention back on her mentor, the corners of her lips twitching into a huge smile.

[Momotaro]

Nightflash padded through the territory with the only other cat in his patrol; Nightshade. The tom was calm as his jaws softly parted to check for smells. The black tom's white paws made no noise as he slowly came to a stop, not exactly noticing Wurzel at the moment, but sensing something was up. "... You smell that?" he asked quietly to the other tom that had been in their two-cat patrol.

Wurzel smelt something, a Skyclan warrior, to be exact, he let out a huge grin and raced to their direction. Clan cats! I can actually meet clan cats! The mottled Tom screeched to a halt as he spotted the two warriors. Wait.... Don't they chase of loner like me? Wurzel thought, only if they catch prey though..... I'm an idiot...... He started to slowly back away, fear blazing in his olive eyes. He looked up at the older, faster, and stronger toms. I'm crow-food. He turned towards a nearby tree and started to scramble up it.

{ Spirit.}

[thelowercase_king]

// anybody may join, really. Forgive me if this is crappy. >-<

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Within the center of Skyclan camp, sat Goldenbelly. A tom who'd most likely never mentally mature within the length of his possible life time, and maybe over. With the charisma even a three-moon kit would fall tired of. The majority couldn't help but laugh at the thought of his spirit within the territory of Starclan, still cracking awkward jokes that nobody ever acknowledged.

The thought seemed to be the killer of the party.

Something about the Leaf-Bare breeze drugged him. Making him groggy in some unnatural way that wasn't really there before. Working like off-brand anesthetic on his mind. Causing his eyes to grow heavy, and weighted. Perhaps in another life, he'd allow the moon's light to slip away. Perhaps in another life he'd allow the falling grains of snow pile up in thick blankets around his limbs. Perhaps in another life he'd allow himself to actually sleep with the majority of the rest; leaving the others to their own devices.

Maybe in another life he'd actually feel tired for once in his entire existence.

An inward chuckle wracked his body. Making his shoulders quiver in the silent action. He looked to cause himself amusement; as if he found himself hilarious. At least, that would make one.

The way he starved himself at times in order for another to feast. The way he froze himself out thanks to his needless paranoia.

It was all to amusing; all to entertaining to his shallow mind.

Goldenbelly's ear flicked, optics taking a sweep from left to right, as if to ensure everyone had made it to bed. Even though it was much too obvious that, that was indeed the case. He'd known that since the moon had been directly above him. Now, it stood at a painful stand-still three-quarters across the sky. Goldenbelly expecting with every blink of his eyes for the sky to flash the sudden yellow-and-blue of morn.

Alas, that didn't seem to happen.

Taking in a deep breath of the winter air, he gathered his composure, and stood. His tail wavering as he banked around, going onward towards the warriors den, before claiming one of the front-most nests of them all. The obviously least desirable to anybody but the idiotic. However, he took it. Plastering a non-existent name tag along the side of the moss covering, and film consisting of miscellaneous foliage

Circling for a brief moment, he huffed his way into the laying position. Tail wrapping feverishly around his body before the tip came to rest on his nose. Snow still crusted his pads, making him colder than he probably had any right being. And he closed his heavy eyes, allowing his mind to slip from reality; reluctantly allowing his aching, tired body to feel far, far away.
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[Agnate]

The shecat sighed in relief as he made it safely onto the branch. She bent to look where she had bit his scruff to pull him up and gave soft licks to it, hoping it wasn't sore. "Are you alright? You didn't get hurt did you?" she mewed between licks.

Lynxpelt looked away slightly as his face heated up again "Ah, no, I'm fine..." He said in an embarrassed tone. He started to stand up, gently moving Maplefrost's head away from his neck. "Thank you..." He said quietly

[Reverie]

// anybody may join, really. Forgive me if this is crappy. >-<

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Within the center of Skyclan camp, sat Goldenbelly. A tom who'd most likely never mentally mature within the length of his possible life time, and maybe over. With the charisma even a three-moon kit would fall tired of. The majority couldn't help but laugh at the thought of his spirit within the territory of Starclan, still cracking awkward jokes that nobody ever acknowledged.

The thought seemed to be the killer of the party.

Something about the Leaf-Bare breeze drugged him. Making him groggy in some unnatural way that wasn't really there before. Working like off-brand anesthetic on his mind. Causing his eyes to grow heavy, and weighted. Perhaps in another life, he'd allow the moon's light to slip away. Perhaps in another life he'd allow the falling grains of snow pile up in thick blankets around his limbs. Perhaps in another life he'd allow himself to actually sleep with the majority of the rest; leaving the others to their own devices.

Maybe in another life he'd actually feel tired for once in his entire existence.

An inward chuckle wracked his body. Making his shoulders quiver in the silent action. He looked to cause himself amusement; as if he found himself hilarious. At least, that would make one.

The way he starved himself at times in order for another to feast. The way he froze himself out thanks to his needless paranoia.

It was all to amusing; all to entertaining to his shallow mind.

Goldenbelly's ear flicked, optics taking a sweep from left to right, as if to ensure everyone had made it to bed. Even though it was much too obvious that, that was indeed the case. He'd known that since the moon had been directly above him. Now, it stood at a painful stand-still three-quarters across the sky. Goldenbelly expecting with every blink of his eyes for the sky to flash the sudden yellow-and-blue of morn.

Alas, that didn't seem to happen.

Taking in a deep breath of the winter air, he gathered his composure, and stood. His tail wavering as he banked around, going onward towards the warriors den, before claiming one of the front-most nests of them all. The obviously least desirable to anybody but the idiotic. However, he took it. Plastering a non-existent name tag along the side of the moss covering, and film consisting of miscellaneous foliage

Circling for a brief moment, he huffed his way into the laying position. Tail wrapping feverishly around his body before the tip came to rest on his nose. Snow still crusted his pads, making him colder than he probably had any right being. And he closed his heavy eyes, allowing his mind to slip from reality; reluctantly allowing his aching, tired body to feel far, far away.
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Webbedjaw padded up to the warrior, "Hi." She mewed, sitting down next to him. "You don't mind, do you?" The molly mewed, clearly intrigued by whatever was going on in front of her spot.

[judas]

// anybody may join, really. Forgive me if this is crappy. >-<

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Within the center of Skyclan camp, sat Goldenbelly. A tom who'd most likely never mentally mature within the length of his possible life time, and maybe over. With the charisma even a three-moon kit would fall tired of. The majority couldn't help but laugh at the thought of his spirit within the territory of Starclan, still cracking awkward jokes that nobody ever acknowledged.

The thought seemed to be the killer of the party.

Something about the Leaf-Bare breeze drugged him. Making him groggy in some unnatural way that wasn't really there before. Working like off-brand anesthetic on his mind. Causing his eyes to grow heavy, and weighted. Perhaps in another life, he'd allow the moon's light to slip away. Perhaps in another life he'd allow the falling grains of snow pile up in thick blankets around his limbs. Perhaps in another life he'd allow himself to actually sleep with the majority of the rest; leaving the others to their own devices.

Maybe in another life he'd actually feel tired for once in his entire existence.

An inward chuckle wracked his body. Making his shoulders quiver in the silent action. He looked to cause himself amusement; as if he found himself hilarious. At least, that would make one.

The way he starved himself at times in order for another to feast. The way he froze himself out thanks to his needless paranoia.

It was all to amusing; all to entertaining to his shallow mind.

Goldenbelly's ear flicked, optics taking a sweep from left to right, as if to ensure everyone had made it to bed. Even though it was much too obvious that, that was indeed the case. He'd known that since the moon had been directly above him. Now, it stood at a painful stand-still three-quarters across the sky. Goldenbelly expecting with every blink of his eyes for the sky to flash the sudden yellow-and-blue of morn.

Alas, that didn't seem to happen.

Taking in a deep breath of the winter air, he gathered his composure, and stood. His tail wavering as he banked around, going onward towards the warriors den, before claiming one of the front-most nests of them all. The obviously least desirable to anybody but the idiotic. However, he took it. Plastering a non-existent name tag along the side of the moss covering, and film consisting of miscellaneous foliage

Circling for a brief moment, he huffed his way into the laying position. Tail wrapping feverishly around his body before the tip came to rest on his nose. Snow still crusted his pads, making him colder than he probably had any right being. And he closed his heavy eyes, allowing his mind to slip from reality; reluctantly allowing his aching, tired body to feel far, far away.
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Caramelcloud looked up at the sky. The Pale grey clouds were leaking white snow flakes, making her shiver under her thick, Calico pelt. She was rather fluffy for her breed, after all her Father was a Mainecoon. Her blue and green eyes looked around to see Goldenbelly, a Tom she had seen around camp but never often- or at all talked to.

The she-cat walked over her fluffy pelt shining in the sun that had managed to peak out from the clouds. Caramelcloud smiled, tilting her head to see Goldenbelly. "Hello, GoldenBelly right, May I join you?" She asked, purring as she spoke. She kept her tail high, and she flicked her ear.

[Reverie]

Caramelcloud looked up at the sky. The Pale grey clouds were leaking white snow flakes, making her shiver under her thick, Calico pelt. She was rather fluffy for her breed, after all her Father was a Mainecoon. Her blue and green eyes looked around to see Goldenbelly, a Tom she had seen around camp but never often- or at all talked to.

The she-cat walked over her fluffy pelt shining in the sun that had managed to peak out from the clouds. Caramelcloud smiled, tilting her head to see Goldenbelly. "Hello, GoldenBelly right, May I join you?" She asked, purring as she spoke. She kept her tail high, and she flicked her ear.

"Oh, hi, Caramelcloud."

[graves]

Lynxpelt looked away slightly as his face heated up again "Ah, no, I'm fine..." He said in an embarrassed tone. He started to stand up, gently moving Maplefrost's head away from his neck. "Thank you..." He said quietly
She smiled softly and nodded,"I'm glad you're okay! You could've really gotten hurt if you fell." she mewed. She sat down on the branch they were and and rested her ice gaze on the white land. The land was covered in snow because he was leafbare,maplefrost able to see he breath. The sun was gleaming high in the sky,shining over the snow to create a blue hue to it. She was mesmerized by it. "I love days like this."

[judas]

"Oh, hi, Caramelcloud."
...This post was for someone else))

[Reverie]

...This post was for someone else))

..I know.. But I thought Webbed could interact)

[judas]

..I know.. But I thought Webbed could interact)
.....Then ask thelowercase_king before jumping in please))

[Reverie]

.....Then ask thelowercase_king before jumping in please))

...k)

[thelowercase_king]

Caramelcloud looked up at the sky. The Pale grey clouds were leaking white snow flakes, making her shiver under her thick, Calico pelt. She was rather fluffy for her breed, after all her Father was a Mainecoon. Her blue and green eyes looked around to see Goldenbelly, a Tom she had seen around camp but never often- or at all talked to.

The she-cat walked over her fluffy pelt shining in the sun that had managed to peak out from the clouds. Caramelcloud smiled, tilting her head to see Goldenbelly. "Hello, GoldenBelly right, May I join you?" She asked, purring as she spoke. She kept her tail high, and she flicked her ear.

Goldenbelly blinked into reality upon the sound of another's voice. From his light exhuastion-induced slumber, he winked sleep from his eyes in an almost frantic motion; swiveling his head in order to exchange acknowledgement with the she. - A smile quickly creased his features. Twisting his lips into a thoughtful line. Not so much odd as it was perhaps stupid-looking. He gave a curt nod.

" You're correct. " came his almost whisper of reply. His paws working to help him sit up once again. And he rolled his shoulders in a weary fashion. A faint popping sound came into play at his action. However, other than a slight mumble of a groan, he showed no other sign of sleep-deprivation.

Eyes still lively, tail-twitching, ears-alert.

" No need to ask. It's not like I could ever hog two nests. If that was the case, I'd have two tusks, and a snore everybody would run from. " Goldenbelly have off an almost pitiful halfhearted chuckle.

[Agnate]

She smiled softly and nodded,"I'm glad you're okay! You could've really gotten hurt if you fell." she mewed. She sat down on the branch they were and and rested her ice gaze on the white land. The land was covered in snow because he was leafbare,maplefrost able to see he breath. The sun was gleaming high in the sky,shining over the snow to create a blue hue to it. She was mesmerized by it. "I love days like this."

Lynxpelt sat next to her, but instead of looking out across the territory, he gazed at her "Yeah, I do too." The thickly furred tom replied. He then muttered as quietly as he could "Just like I love you..." Out of pure shyness, he hoped that she didn't hear.

[graves]

Lynxpelt sat next to her, but instead of looking out across the territory, he gazed at her "Yeah, I do too." The thickly furred tom replied. He then muttered as quietly as he could "Just like I love you..." Out of pure shyness, he hoped that she didn't hear.
He didn't notice the toms gaze on her,as her crystal blue eyes were captured by the beauty of the forest. The sun shined over them, reflecting off of her brown-red pelt, the spots shining aswel. She opened her mouth to say something but her breath hitched at the toms words. There was no way she couldn't hear it,they were so close that she could practically feel his breath against her and how it ruffled her fur as he spoke those soft three words. I love you. Her ears perked,she knew what she heard exsactly and smiled,curling her tail around the others. "I love you too," mew smiled,"I'm glad you caught on." she chuckled a bit,trying to lighten the mood. She knew how nervous the tom could be,so she didn't want it to be overwelming.

[ameko]

(Lol honestly it doesnt matter which method you use, as long as they can get the moss to camp XDDD)

Brightpaw watched her mentor grab two leaves, her eyes lighting up as she nodded. "Okay," She watched him demonstrate before nudging her moss onto the leaf. She grabbed one end of it, pulling the other end to her mouth with a paw and clamping her jaws over both ends, lifting it up. It was surprisingly slightly heavy but she tightened her grip and looked up at her mentor with pride gleaming in her green eyes. "Ready." She mewed, though her voice was muffled as she kept a firm grip on the leaf. Her tail swished back and forth as she glanced around before fixing her attention back on her mentor, the corners of her lips twitching into a huge smile.

[to the camp clearing, nursery, elders' den, or-? depending on wherever you'd like to go]
A purr rumbled through Acornflash's body as he gazed at his apprentice. He was beginning to warm up to her. Not a twinge of doubt seeped out from his expression; he would make sure Brightpaw got the best education even if it would destroy him in the process. That's a little over the top, decided Acorn, but the idea still remained. Sheathing his claws, he glanced in the general direction of where he assumed the camp was. Judging by the familiar-looking trees and undergrowth, he assured the fact that that was the right way to go. Straightening his back and raising his chin, he marched onwards. He hoped that he had chosen the right path. Acornflash still hadn't grown accustomed to the new territory, but he was warming up to it just as quickly as he was to Brightpaw. As he realized that the forest was much more recognizable, a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. It would've been far too embarrassing to have realized that he had been traveling in the wrong direction. A couple bits of moss escaped his leaf bundle, but the majority of it stayed intact as he just barely avoided the rocks and logs on the forest floor.

[Agnate]

He didn't notice the toms gaze on her,as her crystal blue eyes were captured by the beauty of the forest. The sun shined over them, reflecting off of her brown-red pelt, the spots shining aswel. She opened her mouth to say something but her breath hitched at the toms words. There was no way she couldn't hear it,they were so close that she could practically feel his breath against her and how it ruffled her fur as he spoke those soft three words. I love you. Her ears perked,she knew what she heard exsactly and smiled,curling her tail around the others. "I love you too," mew smiled,"I'm glad you caught on." she chuckled a bit,trying to lighten the mood. She knew how nervous the tom could be,so she didn't want it to be overwelming.

Lynxpelt smiled as she told him that she felt the same way. "Uh,... would you... would you like..." he stammered, trying to get the words out. How hard this was! He loved her, yet still couldn't build up confidence to speak with her. Yes, it was a question that would change both of their lives, but still! He choked on the next few words, unable to force them out

[graves]

Lynxpelt smiled as she told him that she felt the same way. "Uh,... would you... would you like..." he stammered, trying to get the words out. How hard this was! He loved her, yet still couldn't build up confidence to speak with her. Yes, it was a question that would change both of their lives, but still! He choked on the next few words, unable to force them out
"I would love to be your mate Lynxpelt," she chuckled,scooting close to him in response,"I hope that was your question,or else this is going to be really awkward for me." she chuckled,smiling at him. There was something about the tom that just caught her attention some how. they were opposites,Maplefrost herself being a loud outgoing hyperactive cat while Lynxpelt was more quiet and reserved,there was a charm there that Maple couldn't ignore at how it made her heart flutter.

[Spirit]

Wurzel smelt something, a Skyclan warrior, to be exact, he let out a huge grin and raced to their direction. Clan cats! I can actually meet clan cats! The mottled Tom screeched to a halt as he spotted the two warriors. Wait.... Don't they chase of loner like me? Wurzel thought, only if they catch prey though..... I'm an idiot...... He started to slowly back away, fear blazing in his olive eyes. He looked up at the older, faster, and stronger toms. I'm crow-food. He turned towards a nearby tree and started to scramble up it.

{ Spirit.}

Nightshade was walking beside his fellow black clanmate when he caught the scent. A moment after, his patrol friend gave notice about it. Nightshade nodded, and gave sign to stay quiet. This was not the scent of a cat he'd met before. Imposter!
Baring his fangs in a silent snarl, he lowered his body in a prowl, and started to crawl forward towards the scent, silently cursing his night black pelt against the bright white snow.

(My days are extremely busy at the moment, so sorry)

[Momotaro]

Nightshade was walking beside his fellow black clanmate when he caught the scent. A moment after, his patrol friend gave notice about it. Nightshade nodded, and gave sign to stay quiet. This was not the scent of a cat he'd met before. Imposter!
Baring his fangs in a silent snarl, he lowered his body in a prowl, and started to crawl forward towards the scent, silently cursing his night black pelt against the bright white snow.

(My days are extremely busy at the moment, so sorry)

(It's ok, this isn't a very high-paced Roleplay.)

Wurzel froze when he spotted a pitch black pelt among the snow, oh Foxdung. He dug his claws deeper into the trunk, pulling himself up higher; the young tom let out a loud gasp as he looked down. Wurzel attempted to scramble up, but only succeeded in clawing of bits of bark off. The to, closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Focuse. Wurzel looked down again; the pitch black pelt he saw belonged to a very disgruntled cat; and that cat was following him. Oh no.

[Reverie]

milo Wolfybro KitKat12 @fenic
meraki

Forestpaw headed toward the territory entrance, waiting for his friends to follow him.

[The Mad Katter]

milo Wolfybro KitKat12 @fenic
meraki

Forestpaw headed toward the territory entrance, waiting for his friends to follow him.

Ivypaw joined Forestpaw at the entrance, impatiently tapping her tail on the ground. She was anxious to get going and do something.

[oats]

Ploverpaw sniffed, still unsure about his feelings towards this entire situation. As long as Arrow was up to it, he'd be okay. Huffing lightly, the tom idly played with his own paws, biding his time as the rest caught up.

[graves]

@KitKat12 , fenic! , milo , meraki , @xxJaggedegdexx
Arrowpaw followed along next to Ploverpaw,deciding mentally that he was his living heat source while they were outside. Dark tree loomed over head them as the sound of crunching snow came from underneath his paws. he felt cold,was still shivering and he gave out shaky breaths,which he could see in the cold. He thought it was a stupid idea to sneak out of camp at this hour,but there had to be someone there that was responsible he decided. "Do we have any idea where were going?" he mewed, his voice shaky from his shivering still. He wished he could be home in hos soft feathered nest,sleeping and curled up next to Ploverpaw and Finchpaw like he was most nights. He hoped they would find their way back,that they wouldn't wander to far from camp.

[doghouse]

"I get that,though only bordering one group means less trouble. We can keep track of one border more efficiently." he mewed back. Her tone was casual and her voice wasn't very loud and hyperactive as other cats were. Her voice and her attitude were more quiet,subtle if you were to word it. She nodded, standing up and giving a stretch, glancing at the large brown molly. "Let's go then." she looked towards the camp exit.
{{You can post in the territory!}}
Lioncry nodded, knowing that that was true. It didn't mean that they didn't have to patrol the other borders, as loners, rogues and kittypets could still sneak into their territory, but it did mean that there were less threats. More than before they'd moved territories, but less than there could be. Flicking her ears, she padded after Maplespider, entering the territory that was still rather unfamiliar to her, and she decided that, once the snow wasn't coming down as thick, she would memorize it a bit more. She was quite excited, as it'd been some time since she'd gone out in the territory for just a walk, and not on a patrol of some kind.

[graves]

Lioncry nodded, knowing that that was true. It didn't mean that they didn't have to patrol the other borders, as loners, rogues and kittypets could still sneak into their territory, but it did mean that there were less threats. More than before they'd moved territories, but less than there could be. Flicking her ears, she padded after Maplespider, entering the territory that was still rather unfamiliar to her, and she decided that, once the snow wasn't coming down as thick, she would memorize it a bit more. She was quite excited, as it'd been some time since she'd gone out in the territory for just a walk, and not on a patrol of some kind.
Maplespider slowed so Lioncry could catch up with her,as she had the habit of walking to fast with her long legs. She walked along side her now,a soft smile on her face as she walked. While other cats beg to differ she loved leaf bare,the way the snow crunched under her paws and how the sky seemed more blue. Every animal seemed to be hiding from the cold so all was quiet-just how Maple liked it. It was rather peaceful. She didn't feel the need to talk,as the walk was rather relaxing it's self and she was enjoying the moment with the other shecat. She didn't mind if the other spoke though,she quite liked hearing the other cats voice even if they had recently introduced themselves. She continued to walk along side her,her blue eyes gazing out at the scenery but glancing over at the other once in awhile.

[doghouse]

Maplespider slowed so Lioncry could catch up with her,as she had the habit of walking to fast with her long legs. She walked along side her now,a soft smile on her face as she walked. While other cats beg to differ she loved leaf bare,the way the snow crunched under her paws and how the sky seemed more blue. Every animal seemed to be hiding from the cold so all was quiet-just how Maple liked it. It was rather peaceful. She didn't feel the need to talk,as the walk was rather relaxing it's self and she was enjoying the moment with the other shecat. She didn't mind if the other spoke though,she quite liked hearing the other cats voice even if they had recently introduced themselves. She continued to walk along side her,her blue eyes gazing out at the scenery but glancing over at the other once in awhile.
Lioncry stopped suddenly, looking around before spotting the junco that had flown past her and off into the distance. Smiling, the large, golden furred warrior hurried after Maplespider, who's longer legs allowed her to move faster, making Lioncry have to take more steps than her newly introduced friend. She looked around, and, despite not being the most talkative of cats, she couldn't help but say something. Yes, she loved quiet, but today just seemed empty, and she wanted to sort of fill that empty silence. “Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like, to be a bird. Imagine just flying over the territories, looking down from the sky.” she said, chuckling slightly. It was true, as she had always wondered what that would be like. She'd once or twice had dreams about it, but could barely recall any of them. It'd always intrigued her, how the fly with such apparent ease, while not even leaves could fly. They sort of drifted down, but could never stay airborne.

[graves]

Lioncry stopped suddenly, looking around before spotting the junco that had flown past her and off into the distance. Smiling, the large, golden furred warrior hurried after Maplespider, who's longer legs allowed her to move faster, making Lioncry have to take more steps than her newly introduced friend. She looked around, and, despite not being the most talkative of cats, she couldn't help but say something. Yes, she loved quiet, but today just seemed empty, and she wanted to sort of fill that empty silence. “Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like, to be a bird. Imagine just flying over the territories, looking down from the sky.” she said, chuckling slightly. It was true, as she had always wondered what that would be like. She'd once or twice had dreams about it, but could barely recall any of them. It'd always intrigued her, how the fly with such apparent ease, while not even leaves could fly. They sort of drifted down, but could never stay airborne.
She looked over at her,making sure to take slower steps. She didn't want to speed walk,so she slowed her pace to match the shecats. She nodded along with her,"Well my friend, as Skyclan cats we are basically birds," she chuckled. Maplespider herself was an excellent tree climber and hopper,being able to hop from tree to tree with ease and speed as if she were flying,atleast,the closing thing to it. The way the breeze would ruffled her long light ginger fur she felt free. It had taken lots of mistakes and training to do so,but she would never regret the training for what she could do now,"If you are fast enough in the trees, you can feel just as free as a bird."

[doghouse]

She looked over at her,making sure to take slower steps. She didn't want to speed walk,so she slowed her pace to match the shecats. She nodded along with her,"Well my friend, as Skyclan cats we are basically birds," she chuckled. Maplespider herself was an excellent tree climber and hopper,being able to hop from tree to tree with ease and speed as if she were flying,atleast,the closing thing to it. The way the breeze would ruffled her long light ginger fur she felt free. It had taken lots of mistakes and training to do so,but she would never regret the training for what she could do now,"If you are fast enough in the trees, you can feel just as free as a bird."
Lioncry laughed, nodding. It was true that a good majority of SkyClan loved hanging out in trees, and were very well adapt for it, but Lioncry a little less so, being so large. Trees were not exactly her strong point, as she was a bit too large to navigate and maneuver as well as most other cats, and was a bit slower and clumsier in the trees. She was good at jumping though, but so were most cats in SkyClan. Her hind legs were more powerful than most though, and that gave her a slight advantage, but not much. Flicking her tail, she looked up at the bare branches woven thickly overhead. “Trees are not my area of expertise though.” she chuckled, looking back towards Maplespider. She paused thoughtfully for a moment, then hurried to catch up with her Clanmate. “May be. But sometimes, if you run fast enough on the ground, you feel nearly as free.” she added after listening carefully to what the longer legged she-cat had said.

[graves]

Lioncry laughed, nodding. It was true that a good majority of SkyClan loved hanging out in trees, and were very well adapt for it, but Lioncry a little less so, being so large. Trees were not exactly her strong point, as she was a bit too large to navigate and maneuver as well as most other cats, and was a bit slower and clumsier in the trees. She was good at jumping though, but so were most cats in SkyClan. Her hind legs were more powerful than most though, and that gave her a slight advantage, but not much. Flicking her tail, she looked up at the bare branches woven thickly overhead. “Trees are not my area of expertise though.” she chuckled, looking back towards Maplespider. She paused thoughtfully for a moment, then hurried to catch up with her Clanmate. “May be. But sometimes, if you run fast enough on the ground, you feel nearly as free.” she added after listening carefully to what the longer legged she-cat had said.
She listened to what he had to say and nodded along,giving a small smile. She could understand partially. Her herself with her thin flexible body and longer limbs,tree hopping wasn't as much as a challenge as it was to Lioncry. With her limbs when running she was able to go faster in speed,including the trees and surprisingly she wasn't clumsy. When she first met the other warrior she had noticed her size,probably rather good in strength then being agile,not that Maplespider minded at all. She thought it was unique to have someone of that body type in her clan. "That is true,the wind in your fur as you run makes you feel free," she mewed. She did love running and taking walks under the tall trees in Skyclan territory no matter what the weather,it was always beautiful to her,"but to me nothing feels more free then to feel like you are flying among the birds with Starclan so close to you." This is how she felt when ever she climbed the trees,especially under the stars. In leaf bare the chill of the cold breeze would hit her fur it would remind her of the icy blue stars she saw whenever she looked up at night as she bounced gracefully from tree to tree. Lioncry seemed to be more her style,not so talkative and all over the place and more down to earth as she was. She wouldn't mind star gazing under the trees sometime with her.

[monfang]

Cliffheart received the mouse and took another bite, a bit larger of one than he had intended. He chewed, his cheeks bulging a little from the amount of food held in his mouth. After a few moments of working it down he smiled sheepishly and pushed it back to her. He worked his way slowly to his paws, putting his front two first. He used his front two for stability as he lifted his hindquarters up to balance on one good paw and his splint. He wobbled for a moment gaining balance and the took a few hesitant steps forwards. He was slow going, but at least he was walking without too much pain. He turned back to face Scorchedpetal with a smile. "Feels better than it did yesterday, that's for sure. Must be that fresh poppy seed in my system." He chuckled. He padded slowly back to Scorchedpetal and picked up the carcass. He began padding off at a slow, unsteady pace. "Ya comin'?" He called through a half covered mouth as he made his way towards the camp entrance.
Scorchedpetal padded along side him and made sure he was stable through out the walk. She looked up at the fading sky and smiled. "It's nice out here, you know. I can't wait until you get to come out more." she purred and looked at him. She watched him with a kind gaze that had a hint of another feeling but she herself wasn't sure what it was. She padded along sniffing for any near by prey that she could catch, and caught scent of a few mice, but she wasn't sure where they were due to the scent of them being distorted by the winds.

{trip goes cliff lol jk haha}

[doghouse]

She listened to what he had to say and nodded along,giving a small smile. She could understand partially. Her herself with her thin flexible body and longer limbs,tree hopping wasn't as much as a challenge as it was to Lioncry. With her limbs when running she was able to go faster in speed,including the trees and surprisingly she wasn't clumsy. When she first met the other warrior she had noticed her size,probably rather good in strength then being agile,not that Maplespider minded at all. She thought it was unique to have someone of that body type in her clan. "That is true,the wind in your fur as you run makes you feel free," she mewed. She did love running and taking walks under the tall trees in Skyclan territory no matter what the weather,it was always beautiful to her,"but to me nothing feels more free then to feel like you are flying among the birds with Starclan so close to you." This is how she felt when ever she climbed the trees,especially under the stars. In leaf bare the chill of the cold breeze would hit her fur it would remind her of the icy blue stars she saw whenever she looked up at night as she bounced gracefully from tree to tree. Lioncry seemed to be more her style,not so talkative and all over the place and more down to earth as she was. She wouldn't mind star gazing under the trees sometime with her.
Lioncry fell into silence as they padded along, a bit more focused on her thoughts than her surroundings. But she was also a bit worried, as she hadn't spoken to or soon any of her siblings in a while. Twitching her tail tip, the large golden molly decided that soon she would go and look for them, but she didn't want her worries to ruin the fun, and pushed them aside, glancing back towards Maplespider. She studied the long limbed cat, guessing she was faster and more agile than most, well, except for those cats who lived on the moor, who all seemed to have longer limbs and be faster and agile. She remembered that from when she'd helped to rid them of their leader. WindClan, was it? She wondered, trying to recall the name of the Clan. Satisfied, as that sounded right, she looked ahead, her paws itching to run. Running seemed like a good idea, and a good way to stretch her legs. But not yet, as she first wanted to walk peacefully with her new friend a bit more. “Hmm... Perhaps if I practice a bit more, I'll get better balanced up there.” as she spoke, she gestured upwards with a flick of her tail, indicating the trees. She hoped that she was right, and she knew that extra practice could improve just about any skill. She sighed almost contentedly before breaking into a slow, loping gait that allowed her to keep up more easily with Maplespider, as she'd noticed that Maplespider was slowing her own pace in order for her to keep up without having to quicken her own. She appreciated it, but would much rather go faster than have someone else go slower for her. Besides, the wind that blew through her fur felt good, and helped her to feel more alert and calm. It always had, though she didn't exactly know why.

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal padded along side him and made sure he was stable through out the walk. She looked up at the fading sky and smiled. "It's nice out here, you know. I can't wait until you get to come out more." she purred and looked at him. She watched him with a kind gaze that had a hint of another feeling but she herself wasn't sure what it was. She padded along sniffing for any near by prey that she could catch, and caught scent of a few mice, but she wasn't sure where they were due to the scent of them being distorted by the winds.

{trip goes cliff lol jk haha}

Cliffheart padded slowly alongside her. He was a bit unsteady, but he swore not to show it. That was the thing he hated most, feeling like he wasn't as good, or wasn't as capable as the other warriors. As he padded on, he was able to pick up speed, getting used to the feel of the splint. He gave a soft smile to the she cat beside him. He could express with words what this meant to him. "Yes, and the air is beginning to smell fresher, with a. Promise of green leaf." He stated happily. "But you're right it is very nice out here. Sometimes it seems so much better when you haven't seen it in two moons. I just can't wait to be able to hunt and fight again." He sighed. "Do you know what it feels like to have to sit back and watch the Clan perform your duties, while all you can do is sit there and eat their hard work? Because if not, then I encourage you never to get seriously injured, because it, to me is the worst feeling in the world." He said. It was strange for him to be spilling this much into a cat. He rarely shared his true emotions, and that's what this was. She was becoming like a best friend to him, and it felt great.

[The Mad Katter]

@KitKat12 , fenic! , milo , meraki , @xxJaggedegdexx
Arrowpaw followed along next to Ploverpaw,deciding mentally that he was his living heat source while they were outside. Dark tree loomed over head them as the sound of crunching snow came from underneath his paws. he felt cold,was still shivering and he gave out shaky breaths,which he could see in the cold. He thought it was a stupid idea to sneak out of camp at this hour,but there had to be someone there that was responsible he decided. "Do we have any idea where were going?" he mewed, his voice shaky from his shivering still. He wished he could be home in hos soft feathered nest,sleeping and curled up next to Ploverpaw and Finchpaw like he was most nights. He hoped they would find their way back,that they wouldn't wander to far from camp.

Hesitantly, Ivypaw, seeing that Arrowpaw was cold, padded over and walked awkwardly beside him, unsure if she was welcome to keep him warm. She banished the thought. Why not? Stepping closer, Ivypaw brushed her own warm fur against his. She looked at him. "Are you still cold?" she asked, slightly awkward.

[graves]

Lioncry fell into silence as they padded along, a bit more focused on her thoughts than her surroundings. But she was also a bit worried, as she hadn't spoken to or soon any of her siblings in a while. Twitching her tail tip, the large golden molly decided that soon she would go and look for them, but she didn't want her worries to ruin the fun, and pushed them aside, glancing back towards Maplespider. She studied the long limbed cat, guessing she was faster and more agile than most, well, except for those cats who lived on the moor, who all seemed to have longer limbs and be faster and agile. She remembered that from when she'd helped to rid them of their leader. WindClan, was it? She wondered, trying to recall the name of the Clan. Satisfied, as that sounded right, she looked ahead, her paws itching to run. Running seemed like a good idea, and a good way to stretch her legs. But not yet, as she first wanted to walk peacefully with her new friend a bit more. “Hmm... Perhaps if I practice a bit more, I'll get better balanced up there.” as she spoke, she gestured upwards with a flick of her tail, indicating the trees. She hoped that she was right, and she knew that extra practice could improve just about any skill. She sighed almost contentedly before breaking into a slow, loping gait that allowed her to keep up more easily with Maplespider, as she'd noticed that Maplespider was slowing her own pace in order for her to keep up without having to quicken her own. She appreciated it, but would much rather go faster than have someone else go slower for her. Besides, the wind that blew through her fur felt good, and helped her to feel more alert and calm. It always had, though she didn't exactly know why.
She noticed that the other was picking up with her speed perfectly fine,so she didn't hesitate to walk her normal speed instead. She nodded to what she had said,"I wouldn't mind helping you practice if you ever needed it." she offered. Usually she didn't offer her help to cats,seeing as they were to talkative or to eager to actually learn anything. She saw no humility in ever needed help with anything,and was open to help if given the chance. She looked up to the trees when she had motioned with her tail. She understood why she would need help a bit balancing her larger body type was a challenge she guessed. Her blue eyes scanned the trees but then focused her gaze on Lioncry and smiled. She was observant,even of little things that most cats would forget about,"I can see you're itching to run,I'm sure I can keep of with you if you'd like too." she chuckled.

[graves]

Hesitantly, Ivypaw, seeing that Arrowpaw was cold, padded over and walked awkwardly beside him, unsure if she was welcome to keep him warm. She banished the thought. Why not? Stepping closer, Ivypaw brushed her own warm fur against his. She looked at him. "Are you still cold?" she asked, slightly awkward.
Arrowpaw stuck close to Ploverpaws side-he didn't know why. It's just one of the places he felt most comfortable though he had been friends with the rest of the group just aslong. He looked over at Ivypaw and gave a small smile and nodded a bit,allowing her to press her warm fur into his side,"T-thank you."
He looked over to Forestpaw (@XxJaggededgexX ) and twitched his tail. No he was eager to get out and come back. Wide awake,and more warm with both of the apprentices pressed into his sides. "Alright Forestpaw,lead the way if you're so keen on going."

[meraki]

Arrowpaw stuck close to Ploverpaws side-he didn't know why. It's just one of the places he felt most comfortable though he had been friends with the rest of the group just aslong. He looked over at Ivypaw and gave a small smile and nodded a bit,allowing her to press her warm fur into his side,"T-thank you."
He looked over to Forestpaw (@XxJaggededgexX ) and twitched his tail. No he was eager to get out and come back. Wide awake,and more warm with both of the apprentices pressed into his sides. "Alright Forestpaw,lead the way if you're so keen on going."

It was cold, it being quite early, the sun hadn't fully risen to warm their pelts. The fact that it was winter made the matter worse, although that also meant that the sun would indeed rise faster than it would have during the months of green-leaf. The cold made Finchpaw shiver and made their joints a bit achey, and they couldn't feel their paws too well. But none of this was noticed by the non-binary tabby, as their mind was elsewhere. Keeping their friends safe was always this cat's top priority, no matter what.
Of course, Finch wasn't as strict or worrisome as Arrow, but they had their moments. But just because Finch lectured the others on safety, didn't mean they had to follow their own rules. After all, they're the one who made them in the first place. Most of the time, Finch was too selfless for their own good, but this didn't stop them from making their own rather self ovsorbed jokes. Finch sometimes seemed self obsorbed, but they were only joking when they seemed that way. In reality, they cared more about their friends then themselves, and would die for any of them.
So much was this true that they would go out of their way to throw themselves in front of their friends that they'd likely end up dying doing so. But while these facts were all very true and all of the members of their Poly Squad knew this, that didn't stop Finch from making jokes about themself being amazing.
But the problem with this was that no one really knew truely how Finch felt about themself. It was hard to tell if they were full of themself, too self conscious for their own good, or moderately fine with their appearance. Finch liked to give off the affect that they were proud of themself and liked who they were, but unfortunately, this wasn't true in the long run.
As Finch watched Plover and Ivy pad beside Arrow for warmth, they wondered if maybe Plover and Ivy were just as nervous as Arrow was, but were trying to hide it for their friend. It sounded like something Finch would do; hide their true feelings to comfort their nervous friend; but Finch was not doing this, mainly because they were too nervous that Arrow had caught on to their act and call them out on it. Then Finch'd have to figure another way to hide their feelings to comfort another.
So this was the reason for why Finch was not beside his friend. Beneath the false excitement and enthusiasm of this adventure, they had the sinking feeling that something would grow wrong. But that was Arrow's job; to worry. Finch wouldn't steal his friend's job. Finch was supposed to be the slightly reckless hypocritical; not the worrisome one. Although Finch didn't feel much like a reckless hypocrite. They felt more like a scared mouse.

[wren]

@Empress of evil

A warm breeze ruffled the warm red fur of flamingstride. The toms large head swivelled side to side as he walked towards the large trees Looming overtop of him. bare branches criss crossing agasint the sky, printing delicate patterns into the blue canvas. Ears twitching and whiskers flicking. The Tom stalked fourth. He had
left behind the rest of the hunting party in order to get the best results. Auroraflame could handle the rest of them on her own? She was deputy anyway. Why was he worried? he wouldn't lie to himself he had seen the Molly as attractive multiple times. Though it wasn't just himself who agreed. Multiple toms spoke of her. Of course it was
like flamingstride to be mutually interested in a she cat such as auroaflame. Though, never having spoke to her once in his lifetime was a reminder there was little to no chance of s future. Besides flamingstride liked lots of felines and sadly they liked him back expecting to be the only. It pained him to admit to the others. He just wasn't ready. suddenly the toms ears perked and his thoughts where interrupted. A flutter of wings and sudden silence. His eyes scanned the clearing before him and he focused his eyes on a splotch of black nearby.
The crow had positioned itself on a low branch. The scent was fresh and welcoming. Also smelled of the thunderpath he had seen only twice in his lifetime. Both times terrifying as all get out. The bird was plucking out frozen foliage from the ice and snow that had settled in. It was plump and round, unlike most prey they had around here. Flamingstride shook his head in utter disgust.
It gobbled on twoleg trash and crowfood. Disgusting enough as it was the thing smelt like death itself. The Tom shook his head again snorting in order to banish the putrid stench. It was gone for a fleeting moment then he stench began to sting his nostrils again. The Tom had paused to release himself of its scent only to have given away his own scent. The bird cocked his head to the side searching for the source. Flamingstride froze, and for several momentes stayed so very still it completely surpassed him at least twice. Now fully confident in his Abilties then stalked fourth quickly. The bird took a second but chose to fly to a nearby branch. How lovely. This only made things harder. His tail lashed like a snake, posied at prey. It was Around two foxlengths away and about two tail lengths up from his position. He grinned slightly and readied himself.
Bunching his hindlegs he sprang, claws out teeth bared. He threw himself over the massive bird and wrestled it for a brief second off the branch before taking the bird and himself off the tree with a swift movment.
Hitting the ground with a 'umpf'. The crow let out a screech of surprise before flapping out of his grasp and disappearing into the sky.
Flamingstride groaned. It felt like his chest had been scratched about 10 times. His eyes wandered to his chest and
noticed that crows claw marks had been engraved in his skin. The air had been knocked out of him As if he had been slammed into the ground. Oh wait. I was. he paused and his eyes drifted upwards to the sky. I hope to the highest points of starclan nobody saw that. Please. flamingstride pushed himself to the base of the tree, resting his back against the knarled tree roots. "why, why, why, ohhh. Dear starclan" he mumbles under his breath. Gradually
His breath as returned and he
found it quite peaceful to be able to sit and just, you know sit. Hopefully no out comes to look for me. I don't know what I would say. Oh what's to loose anyway?

[ Sorry for late reply. My iPad totally died on me! ]

[Agnate]

"I would love to be your mate Lynxpelt," she chuckled,scooting close to him in response,"I hope that was your question,or else this is going to be really awkward for me." she chuckled,smiling at him. There was something about the tom that just caught her attention some how. they were opposites,Maplefrost herself being a loud outgoing hyperactive cat while Lynxpelt was more quiet and reserved,there was a charm there that Maple couldn't ignore at how it made her heart flutter.

Lynxpelt beamed, practically jumping at the fact that he would spend his life with Maplefrost. He leaned toward her and licked her ear lovingly before gently unentwining their tails and standing up, going around her to get to the trunk of the tree. He started down it slightly before looking up at his new mate and saying "I guess we should start heading back"

[Reverie]

It was cold, it being quite early, the sun hadn't fully risen to warm their pelts. The fact that it was winter made the matter worse, although that also meant that the sun would indeed rise faster than it would have during the months of green-leaf. The cold made Finchpaw shiver and made their joints a bit achey, and they couldn't feel their paws too well. But none of this was noticed by the non-binary tabby, as their mind was elsewhere. Keeping their friends safe was always this cat's top priority, no matter what.
Of course, Finch wasn't as strict or worrisome as Arrow, but they had their moments. But just because Finch lectured the others on safety, didn't mean they had to follow their own rules. After all, they're the one who made them in the first place. Most of the time, Finch was too selfless for their own good, but this didn't stop them from making their own rather self ovsorbed jokes. Finch sometimes seemed self obsorbed, but they were only joking when they seemed that way. In reality, they cared more about their friends then themselves, and would die for any of them.
So much was this true that they would go out of their way to throw themselves in front of their friends that they'd likely end up dying doing so. But while these facts were all very true and all of the members of their Poly Squad knew this, that didn't stop Finch from making jokes about themself being amazing.
But the problem with this was that no one really knew truely how Finch felt about themself. It was hard to tell if they were full of themself, too self conscious for their own good, or moderately fine with their appearance. Finch liked to give off the affect that they were proud of themself and liked who they were, but unfortunately, this wasn't true in the long run.
As Finch watched Plover and Ivy pad beside Arrow for warmth, they wondered if maybe Plover and Ivy were just as nervous as Arrow was, but were trying to hide it for their friend. It sounded like something Finch would do; hide their true feelings to comfort their nervous friend; but Finch was not doing this, mainly because they were too nervous that Arrow had caught on to their act and call them out on it. Then Finch'd have to figure another way to hide their feelings to comfort another.
So this was the reason for why Finch was not beside his friend. Beneath the false excitement and enthusiasm of this adventure, they had the sinking feeling that something would grow wrong. But that was Arrow's job; to worry. Finch wouldn't steal his friend's job. Finch was supposed to be the slightly reckless hypocritical; not the worrisome one. Although Finch didn't feel much like a reckless hypocrite. They felt more like a scared mouse.

(I forgot omg)

Forest rolled his eyes and continued on, "Okay, Arrowpaw." He said mockingly, leaving him behind, he continued on. He'd wished it wouldn't have been like this, but it was. He chewed on his lip nervously.

[graves]

Lynxpelt beamed, practically jumping at the fact that he would spend his life with Maplefrost. He leaned toward her and licked her ear lovingly before gently unentwining their tails and standing up, going around her to get to the trunk of the tree. He started down it slightly before looking up at his new mate and saying "I guess we should start heading back"
Maplefrost gave a soft purr at the response of having her face licked. Her blue eyes shined more as she gazed at him with a smile. She nodded along with him,"I guess so,I had a wonderful time out here with you Lynxpelt." she mewed sweetly,climbing down the tree aswel,digging her claws in the thick bark.

[Trashy Sky]

Nightshade was walking beside his fellow black clanmate when he caught the scent. A moment after, his patrol friend gave notice about it. Nightshade nodded, and gave sign to stay quiet. This was not the scent of a cat he'd met before. Imposter!
Baring his fangs in a silent snarl, he lowered his body in a prowl, and started to crawl forward towards the scent, silently cursing his night black pelt against the bright white snow.

(My days are extremely busy at the moment, so sorry)


(It's ok, this isn't a very high-paced Roleplay.)

Wurzel froze when he spotted a pitch black pelt among the snow, oh Foxdung. He dug his claws deeper into the trunk, pulling himself up higher; the young tom let out a loud gasp as he looked down. Wurzel attempted to scramble up, but only succeeded in clawing of bits of bark off. The to, closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Focuse. Wurzel looked down again; the pitch black pelt he saw belonged to a very disgruntled cat; and that cat was following him. Oh no.
Nightflash watched from behind, crouching down a bit to follow his patrol mate. His white paws blended with the snow but the rest of his black pelt and yellow eyes stood out against it. He let Nightshade take the lead, knowing that two cats after this one in a tree might be too much for the confined space of the branches.

[Empress Of Evil]

@Empress of evil

A warm breeze ruffled the warm red fur of flamingstride. The toms large head swivelled side to side as he walked towards the large trees Looming overtop of him. bare branches criss crossing agasint the sky, printing delicate patterns into the blue canvas. Ears twitching and whiskers flicking. The Tom stalked fourth. He had
left behind the rest of the hunting party in order to get the best results. Auroraflame could handle the rest of them on her own? She was deputy anyway. Why was he worried? he wouldn't lie to himself he had seen the Molly as attractive multiple times. Though it wasn't just himself who agreed. Multiple toms spoke of her. Of course it was
like flamingstride to be mutually interested in a she cat such as auroaflame. Though, never having spoke to her once in his lifetime was a reminder there was little to no chance of s future. Besides flamingstride liked lots of felines and sadly they liked him back expecting to be the only. It pained him to admit to the others. He just wasn't ready. suddenly the toms ears perked and his thoughts where interrupted. A flutter of wings and sudden silence. His eyes scanned the clearing before him and he focused his eyes on a splotch of black nearby.
The crow had positioned itself on a low branch. The scent was fresh and welcoming. Also smelled of the thunderpath he had seen only twice in his lifetime. Both times terrifying as all get out. The bird was plucking out frozen foliage from the ice and snow that had settled in. It was plump and round, unlike most prey they had around here. Flamingstride shook his head in utter disgust.
It gobbled on twoleg trash and crowfood. Disgusting enough as it was the thing smelt like death itself. The Tom shook his head again snorting in order to banish the putrid stench. It was gone for a fleeting moment then he stench began to sting his nostrils again. The Tom had paused to release himself of its scent only to have given away his own scent. The bird cocked his head to the side searching for the source. Flamingstride froze, and for several momentes stayed so very still it completely surpassed him at least twice. Now fully confident in his Abilties then stalked fourth quickly. The bird took a second but chose to fly to a nearby branch. How lovely. This only made things harder. His tail lashed like a snake, posied at prey. It was Around two foxlengths away and about two tail lengths up from his position. He grinned slightly and readied himself.
Bunching his hindlegs he sprang, claws out teeth bared. He threw himself over the massive bird and wrestled it for a brief second off the branch before taking the bird and himself off the tree with a swift movment.
Hitting the ground with a 'umpf'. The crow let out a screech of surprise before flapping out of his grasp and disappearing into the sky.
Flamingstride groaned. It felt like his chest had been scratched about 10 times. His eyes wandered to his chest and
noticed that crows claw marks had been engraved in his skin. The air had been knocked out of him As if he had been slammed into the ground. Oh wait. I was. he paused and his eyes drifted upwards to the sky. I hope to the highest points of starclan nobody saw that. Please. flamingstride pushed himself to the base of the tree, resting his back against the knarled tree roots. "why, why, why, ohhh. Dear starclan" he mumbles under his breath. Gradually
His breath as returned and he
found it quite peaceful to be able to sit and just, you know sit. Hopefully no out comes to look for me. I don't know what I would say. Oh what's to loose anyway?

[ Sorry for late reply. My iPad totally died on me! ]


Narrowed icy blue hues focused intently on a small vole. Black paws left paw prints in the snow as they carried their owner forward. 3. 2. 1. The deputy leapt as soon as she got close enough, her front paw stretched far out and abnormally sharp claws extended as much as possible. She landed square on her target, feeling it writh beneath her paws. Reaching down, she quickly killed it with a swift bite. Auroraflame let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The she-cat could feel her heart pounding quickly as the andrenaline had rushed through her body. It was still leaf-bare and the clan was desperate for food. Auroraflame stood up properly and started to dig a shallow hole with one paw. Once she was done, she used her nose to pushed the vole into the hole, making a mental note to remember to take it back later.
After a while of no success, the deputy had sent her hunting patrol off in different directions, hoping that there would be better luck. Auroraflame was about to walk forward, eager and desperate to find more prey, when suddenly she heard a rustle into the bushes. She froze, not moving a muscle. The only sound that could be heard was the chirp of birds in the distance and Auroraflame's breathing, not to forget, the sound of rustling leaves. Not many bushes had leaves left on them. Most plants had lost the beautiful colours that the leaves and flowers once formed. It made hunting easier. Looking around, the deputy spotted a bush that still had leaves on it, snow speckling it. Watching closely, she noticed that something seemed to be in it.
Jaws parted, revealing white sharp teeth. Auroraflame tasted the air. The wind wasn't blowing her way. Frowning, she moved around slowly so she was facing in the direction the faint breeze was blowing. Bingo. The scent of a wren filled her nose, making her mouth water slightly. Slowly, the deputy crept forward, being careful not to make a sound. Auroraflame was focused so intently on the bush, that she had forgotten to watch where she was putting her paws. She jumped slightly in surprise as she felt and heard a snap beneath her. Looking down quickly, she saw a small, delicate stick, snapped in half. Immediately looking back up, she spotted a small thing flapping away. Auroraflame shot forward, she refused to let the wren slip away. Bunching up her muscles, the deputy leapt up.
Auroraflame crashed to the ground landing in the snow, sending cold shivers through her body. Having short fur was a disadvantage for her when it was leaf-bare. She looked at her paws in front of her. Nothings rested under them. She growled in frustration. She'd missed it! "Stupid wren", Auroraflame muttered. When Auroraflame hunted, she had a habit of blaming it on the prey everytime she missed. It was just a habit that had caught onto her when she was an apprentice.
The ebony she-cat opened her mouth again to taste the air. Nothing. No scent of prey. Something did catch her attention through. It was a scent of one of her clanmates. She couldn't tell which one it was though. Slowly, she padded forward, still trying to be as silent as possible in case something came out.
"Flamingstride?", Auroraflame asked, recognising the red fur of the tom. The she-cat knew pretty much everyone in the clan. She liked to be social and payed more attention to who was who then most cats. She didn't necessarily know everyone well, she just at least knew their names. Flamingstride was an example of this. Looking at the tom, she noticed he was sitting down, resting against a tree.
"What are you doing?", she asked. The sight slightly annoyed her. She wasn't aware that the warrior had been trying to make a catch, she thought he was just slacking off. Auroraflame liked it when everyone helped. She was a fair cat and always tried to make sure everyone was putting in the equal amount of effort to help.

[Sorry for this late reply! I've been incredibly busy recently!]

[wren]

Narrowed icy blue hues focused intently on a small vole. Black paws left paw prints in the snow as they carried their owner forward. 3. 2. 1. The deputy leapt as soon as she got close enough, her front paw stretched far out and abnormally sharp claws extended as much as possible. She landed square on her target, feeling it writh beneath her paws. Reaching down, she quickly killed it with a swift bite. Auroraflame let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The she-cat could feel her heart pounding quickly as the andrenaline had rushed through her body. It was still leaf-bare and the clan was desperate for food. Auroraflame stood up properly and started to dig a shallow hole with one paw. Once she was done, she used her nose to pushed the vole into the hole, making a mental note to remember to take it back later.
After a while of no success, the deputy had sent her hunting patrol off in different directions, hoping that there would be better luck. Auroraflame was about to walk forward, eager and desperate to find more prey, when suddenly she heard a rustle into the bushes. She froze, not moving a muscle. The only sound that could be heard was the chirp of birds in the distance and Auroraflame's breathing, not to forget, the sound of rustling leaves. Not many bushes had leaves left on them. Most plants had lost the beautiful colours that the leaves and flowers once formed. It made hunting easier. Looking around, the deputy spotted a bush that still had leaves on it, snow speckling it. Watching closely, she noticed that something seemed to be in it.
Jaws parted, revealing white sharp teeth. Auroraflame tasted the air. The wind wasn't blowing her way. Frowning, she moved around slowly so she was facing in the direction the faint breeze was blowing. Bingo. The scent of a wren filled her nose, making her mouth water slightly. Slowly, the deputy crept forward, being careful not to make a sound. Auroraflame was focused so intently on the bush, that she had forgotten to watch where she was putting her paws. She jumped slightly in surprise as she felt and heard a snap beneath her. Looking down quickly, she saw a small, delicate stick, snapped in half. Immediately looking back up, she spotted a small thing flapping away. Auroraflame shot forward, she refused to let the wren slip away. Bunching up her muscles, the deputy leapt up.
Auroraflame crashed to the ground landing in the snow, sending cold shivers through her body. Having short fur was a disadvantage for her when it was leaf-bare. She looked at her paws in front of her. Nothings rested under them. She growled in frustration. She'd missed it! "Stupid wren", Auroraflame muttered. When Auroraflame hunted, she had a habit of blaming it on the prey everytime she missed. It was just a habit that had caught onto her when she was an apprentice.
The ebony she-cat opened her mouth again to taste the air. Nothing. No scent of prey. Something did catch her attention through. It was a scent of one of her clanmates. She couldn't tell which one it was though. Slowly, she padded forward, still trying to be as silent as possible in case something came out.
"Flamingstride?", Auroraflame asked, recognising the red fur of the tom. The she-cat knew pretty much everyone in the clan. She liked to be social and payed more attention to who was who then most cats. She didn't necessarily know everyone well, she just at least knew their names. Flamingstride was an example of this. Looking at the tom, she noticed he was sitting down, resting against a tree.
"What are you doing?", she asked. The sight slightly annoyed her. She wasn't aware that the warrior had been trying to make a catch, she thought he was just slacking off. Auroraflame liked it when everyone helped. She was a fair cat and always tried to make sure everyone was putting in the equal amount of effort to help.

[Sorry for this late reply! I've been incredibly busy recently!]


Flamingstrides small nap was suddenly interrupted by the noise of paws hitting ground. His ears perked suddnely, angled in the direction to which the disturbance emitted from. Though his wounds stung. Quit being a kit flamingstride. It's just a small scratch. he scolded himself quickly while forcing himself to obtain a seated position. Anyway he forced himself to higher his posture whilst his eyes scanned the bush line. A bush which still had rotting leaves clinging to its worn branches stood in his way. Preventing any sort of view. Attempting to break past this barrier he looked past the worn branches and dying leaves he spotted nothing but further snow. He grunted in irritation. Whatever it is I'm not going to look for it. I'm just about done moving for now. the Tom admitted internally resting his back against her tree, this time keeping his eyes pryed open. Sure. It's lazy. But a crows claws hurt just as much as a cats. Besides. I already caught something back there. normally the Tom by now would be rounding up his prey. Hauling his load back to camp and gleaming as everyone took prey from his assorted catch. Now he lay, claw marks on his chest, no breath and not willing to go on.
As he settled back down his peace came back.
The rustling of the wind through the branches of the trees was now his lullaby as he attempted to rid himself of the stress he carried on his shoulders. Not that there was much. Sighing deeply he released a heavy breath and his shoulders sagged. suddnely. He felt a tap. A stir rather. He flicked open an eye. Nothing lay in his way. Just a stupid bush and snow heaps. He shut his eyes, but again he felt this stirring. He opened both eyes again. Fluttering his eye lashes to adapt to the light that streamed from between the skinny bone claws of the trees above. Suddenly just three foxlengths away he heard a thud. The toms ears perked with sudden interest. His whiskers twitched as his nose attempted to pick apart the many scents and identify the one. Auroraflame. the Tom started to panic. The deputy was here? Okay let's just hope she passes by. Not like she'll come this way right? Oh who am I kidding there's nowhere to go but here despite the stinging in his chest he allowed himself to sit upright, holding himself steady with ith his two forearms. I can crawl away, no. My chest. he mentally grunted, Mouse dung. What now? These cuts are barely visible. She wouldn't accept that as an excuse. the Tom just gave up. There's no getting out of this. Unless he happens to miss me- no. That's fox dung she's going to see you.
He picked up a soft curse from behind the bushes. Seconds later a wren fluttered away, flapping its small wings as fast as it could. He blinked his eyes again and looked back done straight between him and here auroraflame was most likely going to appear. Then he prepared himself for extrem chastisment. But even before he spotted her she called his name. That stung more then the wounds. Rats. he though absent mindedly. He raised his head to meet the she cats as she appeared not to the wilted bush. He grinned weakly. "Auroraflam" there was still a sliver of a chance she'd understand. So he would aim for it. If he missed. Well then he'd deal with it. Anoyance dripped from her voice and you could tell she wa both frustrated and confused with him. "I was taking a break. I was winded" let me spare you to details of my failure. he secretly added to himself before raising his gaze to meet her's. You could tell she had been working hard. The residue of snow had been left of her fur. Recently in fact, the wren. Appears I'm not the only one who had failed to cathc something today. he re focused on the conversation and forced himself up into a sitting position. Despite the sting of the flesh wounds.

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[doghouse]

She noticed that the other was picking up with her speed perfectly fine,so she didn't hesitate to walk her normal speed instead. She nodded to what she had said,"I wouldn't mind helping you practice if you ever needed it." she offered. Usually she didn't offer her help to cats,seeing as they were to talkative or to eager to actually learn anything. She saw no humility in ever needed help with anything,and was open to help if given the chance. She looked up to the trees when she had motioned with her tail. She understood why she would need help a bit balancing her larger body type was a challenge she guessed. Her blue eyes scanned the trees but then focused her gaze on Lioncry and smiled. She was observant,even of little things that most cats would forget about,"I can see you're itching to run,I'm sure I can keep of with you if you'd like too." she chuckled.
Lioncry blinked, surprised as she trotted along beside Maplespider, enjoying the crisp cold air that ruffled her pelt. It was far better than Greenleaf, in her opinion anyway, and as the snow crunched under her paws, she dipped her head gratefully. “Thank you!” she purred happily, although a bit surprised by the other warrior's offer. She looked up, swishing her tail with pleasure. It felt good to just go out for a walk, talk to somebody for a bit, and not have to worry very much about hunting or patrolling, and it felt good. It was relaxing, and she continued to purr quietly. She glanced back at Maplespider, smiling. “Sure am.” the large golden-brown warrior laughed, breaking into a run, not to worried that she would get far ahead of the longer legged molly, and she was fairly certain that Maplespider would not be far behind as she raced through the tree trunks.

[graves]

Lioncry blinked, surprised as she trotted along beside Maplespider, enjoying the crisp cold air that ruffled her pelt. It was far better than Greenleaf, in her opinion anyway, and as the snow crunched under her paws, she dipped her head gratefully. “Thank you!” she purred happily, although a bit surprised by the other warrior's offer. She looked up, swishing her tail with pleasure. It felt good to just go out for a walk, talk to somebody for a bit, and not have to worry very much about hunting or patrolling, and it felt good. It was relaxing, and she continued to purr quietly. She glanced back at Maplespider, smiling. “Sure am.” the large golden-brown warrior laughed, breaking into a run, not to worried that she would get far ahead of the longer legged molly, and she was fairly certain that Maplespider would not be far behind as she raced through the tree trunks.
She purred along with the warrior. Everything about Maplespider was laid bad and relaxed-including her emotions. While she wore only a small soft smile on the inside she felt like a kit again,no worries of warrior duties lingering on her shoulders. The chilled air ruffled her long fur gently,it felt refreshing. She felt young again. "Anytime," she purred. The molly loved teaching,and explaining things she was good at. While she was more on the modest side of her teaching,she did hold some pride for herself and was willing to help others who seemed to actually value her time. She chuckled as she watched the warrior run,following after her. Her claws dug in the ground as she ran,easily catching up with Lioncry with the advantage of her long,flexible limps.

It felt nice,feeling the wind in her fur as she hopped over trees swiftly and dodged trunks by curving her body with grace. She swore she could be a Windclan cat if she really wanted to,but she needed the trees above her to feel like home. Lioncry reminded her of why she loved her hom so much,even if they had recently relocated. The trees above her shined through the darkening sky with greens and browns as it became a blur seeming the speed they were running at. She didn't want to outrun the other,seeing as she rather liked her company so she stuck close to her side-though not to close that it would be annoying to run,just keeping the same general speed. "I live for moments like this." her voice was slightly muffled as she panted,the breeze against her face muffling her words a bit as she ran.

[doghouse]

She purred along with the warrior. Everything about Maplespider was laid bad and relaxed-including her emotions. While she wore only a small soft smile on the inside she felt like a kit again,no worries of warrior duties lingering on her shoulders. The chilled air ruffled her long fur gently,it felt refreshing. She felt young again. "Anytime," she purred. The molly loved teaching,and explaining things she was good at. While she was more on the modest side of her teaching,she did hold some pride for herself and was willing to help others who seemed to actually value her time. She chuckled as she watched the warrior run,following after her. Her claws dug in the ground as she ran,easily catching up with Lioncry with the advantage of her long,flexible limps.

It felt nice,feeling the wind in her fur as she hopped over trees swiftly and dodged trunks by curving her body with grace. She swore she could be a Windclan cat if she really wanted to,but she needed the trees above her to feel like home. Lioncry reminded her of why she loved her hom so much,even if they had recently relocated. The trees above her shined through the darkening sky with greens and browns as it became a blur seeming the speed they were running at. She didn't want to outrun the other,seeing as she rather liked her company so she stuck close to her side-though not to close that it would be annoying to run,just keeping the same general speed. "I live for moments like this." her voice was slightly muffled as she panted,the breeze against her face muffling her words a bit as she ran.
Lioncry ran swiftly beside Maplespider, the breeze pushing her fur flat to her sides as she ran. She could feel her muscles bunching and stretching with every step, feel the rhythmic pounding of per paws against the cold dirt and frost lined leaves, and her lungs burning from the sensation, and she enjoyed every second of it, but for every one of Maplespider's steps, Lioncry took two shorter steps. She wove around the trees, slipping neatly over logs, hardly breaking stride, keeping pace easily enough with the faster cat. She half wished the moment would never end, but she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would have to stop and catch her breath, but she pushed on, watching the landscape turn blurry until all Lioncry could see in detail was Maplespider, running a pace or two ahead of her. “This is great!” she called, the wind her breath, and she feared that Maplespider wouldn't hear her over the breeze. Blood roared like thunder in her ears, and she flattened them, making herself more streamlined as she ran, and was quickly running at Maplespider's shoulder, but not so close that she couldn't weave around trees if they came up too suddenly.

[Reverie]

Forestpaw rolled his eyes impatiently, "Are we ready?" He asked, his hues narrowed,

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[goddess of ducks]

Cliffheart padded slowly alongside her. He was a bit unsteady, but he swore not to show it. That was the thing he hated most, feeling like he wasn't as good, or wasn't as capable as the other warriors. As he padded on, he was able to pick up speed, getting used to the feel of the splint. He gave a soft smile to the she cat beside him. He could express with words what this meant to him. "Yes, and the air is beginning to smell fresher, with a. Promise of green leaf." He stated happily. "But you're right it is very nice out here. Sometimes it seems so much better when you haven't seen it in two moons. I just can't wait to be able to hunt and fight again." He sighed. "Do you know what it feels like to have to sit back and watch the Clan perform your duties, while all you can do is sit there and eat their hard work? Because if not, then I encourage you never to get seriously injured, because it, to me is the worst feeling in the world." He said. It was strange for him to be spilling this much into a cat. He rarely shared his true emotions, and that's what this was. She was becoming like a best friend to him, and it felt great.


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[monfang]

Cliffheart padded slowly alongside her. He was a bit unsteady, but he swore not to show it. That was the thing he hated most, feeling like he wasn't as good, or wasn't as capable as the other warriors. As he padded on, he was able to pick up speed, getting used to the feel of the splint. He gave a soft smile to the she cat beside him. He could express with words what this meant to him. "Yes, and the air is beginning to smell fresher, with a. Promise of green leaf." He stated happily. "But you're right it is very nice out here. Sometimes it seems so much better when you haven't seen it in two moons. I just can't wait to be able to hunt and fight again." He sighed. "Do you know what it feels like to have to sit back and watch the Clan perform your duties, while all you can do is sit there and eat their hard work? Because if not, then I encourage you never to get seriously injured, because it, to me is the worst feeling in the world." He said. It was strange for him to be spilling this much into a cat. He rarely shared his true emotions, and that's what this was. She was becoming like a best friend to him, and it felt great.
Scorchedpetal looked down at his inquiry. "Actually, yes." she replied, her voice softened. This Tom was really sweet to her, and she felt a connection with him. The territory was lit up by the stary sky above them. The sight of a million lights made her purr softly as she padded along. Maybe she could help out Cliff, getting him 'back out there' in a way. But as she was lost in her thought, she caught her paw on a surfaced tree root and tripped.

[goddess of ducks]

:crown:
Scorchedpetal looked down at his inquiry. "Actually, yes." she replied, her voice softened. This Tom was really sweet to her, and she felt a connection with him. The territory was lit up by the stary sky above them. The sight of a million lights made her purr softly as she padded along. Maybe she could help out Cliff, getting him 'back out there' in a way. But as she was lost in her thought, she caught her paw on a surfaced tree root and tripped.

Cliffheart nodded a little. It felt good to be understood. But did. She really understand to the full extent that he felt it? He couldn't help wondering. Sure he liked this cat, he trusted her, but was she saying that to make him feel better? Or did she actually fully understand? He was about to comment back when he saw her paw catch in the corner of his eye. Instinctively he reached forwards, thrusting his shoulder in the way of her fall. He caught her before she hit the ground. Giving a heavy shrug, he gave her a push back up, before he came toppling down as well. But it was too late. His three paws gave way. They were already a trained from his loss of movement in his fourth limb, now they had to support another cat too. He toppled to the ground, Scorchedpetal most likely to fall on top of him. He released a groaning sound as he hit the ground, feeling his leg shift in his splint. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice partially muffled from the way his muzzle was pushed against the ground.

[monfang]

:crown:

Cliffheart nodded a little. It felt good to be understood. But did. She really understand to the full extent that he felt it? He couldn't help wondering. Sure he liked this cat, he trusted her, but was she saying that to make him feel better? Or did she actually fully understand? He was about to comment back when he saw her paw catch in the corner of his eye. Instinctively he reached forwards, thrusting his shoulder in the way of her fall. He caught her before she hit the ground. Giving a heavy shrug, he gave her a push back up, before he came toppling down as well. But it was too late. His three paws gave way. They were already a trained from his loss of movement in his fourth limb, now they had to support another cat too. He toppled to the ground, Scorchedpetal most likely to fall on top of him. He released a groaning sound as he hit the ground, feeling his leg shift in his splint. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice partially muffled from the way his muzzle was pushed against the ground.
As Cliffheart had caught her she felt slightly grateful until they both toppled over. She gasped as she fell and then felt her ears heat up as she suddenly shuffled so he wasn't pinned down. She looked at him as her fur around her whiskers and her ears heated up. "S-Sorry, Cliff..." she meowed, and rose to her paws quickly, and looked away from him, trying to hide the embarrassed look in her eyes, along with the blush that showed through her gaze. She was so clumsy! How could she just, fall on him! Foolish move. He probably resented her, for her not paying attention. Oh she hoped she didn't hurt him! "You okay?" She asked, her voice rather shy. What is going on! I'm never like this! she thought.

[goddess of ducks]

:crown:
As Cliffheart had caught her she felt slightly grateful until they both toppled over. She gasped as she fell and then felt her ears heat up as she suddenly shuffled so he wasn't pinned down. She looked at him as her fur around her whiskers and her ears heated up. "S-Sorry, Cliff..." she meowed, and rose to her paws quickly, and looked away from him, trying to hide the embarrassed look in her eyes, along with the blush that showed through her gaze. She was so clumsy! How could she just, fall on him! Foolish move. He probably resented her, for her not paying attention. Oh she hoped she didn't hurt him! "You okay?" She asked, her voice rather shy. What is going on! I'm never like this! she thought.

Cliffheart struggled back to his paws. It was hard, but the strength that had been built back up in his leg was helping him. Heat flushed his face as he looked away from her, scared to see what she might have in her eyes. Eyes that was where he saw true emotion. How he could tell if someone was holding back, or whatever. Cliffheart finally dared look back up to her and saw that she too was looking away. Most likely doing similar to himself, hiding embarrassment and- no not that. He had only just really started to get to know her. Surely not.... Cliffheart approached her slowly and was going to lay his tail across her shoulders, but stopped himself and pulled it away as casually as possible. "Yeah I'm good. Thanks for the strength test on my leg." He joked, cracking a wide genuine smile.

[monfang]

:crown:

Cliffheart struggled back to his paws. It was hard, but the strength that had been built back up in his leg was helping him. Heat flushed his face as he looked away from her, scared to see what she might have in her eyes. Eyes that was where he saw true emotion. How he could tell if someone was holding back, or whatever. Cliffheart finally dared look back up to her and saw that she too was looking away. Most likely doing similar to himself, hiding embarrassment and- no not that. He had only just really started to get to know her. Surely not.... Cliffheart approached her slowly and was going to lay his tail across her shoulders, but stopped himself and pulled it away as casually as possible. "Yeah I'm good. Thanks for the strength test on my leg." He joked, cracking a wide genuine smile.
Scorchedpetal looked at him and smiled softly."You passed, that's good. You made alot of progress!" she meowed within nervous edge to her voice. she saw him draw his tail back, as if he was planning to do something but he stopped himself and so she brushed her tail on his shoulder. "You got some snow on ya." she purred with a slight, nervous chuckle. She then drew her tail back, only she did it more quickly than he did. Her fur began to heat up again, and she tried to keep her gaze from his eyes but, alas, she failed and her blush and embarrassment shone through like moons. And she wanted to turn away but as she looked at him, he had the same look. This only made her heat up more in her blush and she finally turned away, now smiling slightly.

[graves]

Lioncry ran swiftly beside Maplespider, the breeze pushing her fur flat to her sides as she ran. She could feel her muscles bunching and stretching with every step, feel the rhythmic pounding of per paws against the cold dirt and frost lined leaves, and her lungs burning from the sensation, and she enjoyed every second of it, but for every one of Maplespider's steps, Lioncry took two shorter steps. She wove around the trees, slipping neatly over logs, hardly breaking stride, keeping pace easily enough with the faster cat. She half wished the moment would never end, but she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would have to stop and catch her breath, but she pushed on, watching the landscape turn blurry until all Lioncry could see in detail was Maplespider, running a pace or two ahead of her. “This is great!” she called, the wind her breath, and she feared that Maplespider wouldn't hear her over the breeze. Blood roared like thunder in her ears, and she flattened them, making herself more streamlined as she ran, and was quickly running at Maplespider's shoulder, but not so close that she couldn't weave around trees if they came up too suddenly.
"It is!" the molly shouted back,a genuine smile on her face. Usually she was laid back,not showing a lot of emotion and it was harder to get her worked up or loud and excited,but she felt truly happy in this moment. She continued to run though not to fast,still to the point she could feel the other warriors following pawsteps as the sound of crunching snow under their paws spaced through the forest.

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal looked at him and smiled softly."You passed, that's good. You made alot of progress!" she meowed within nervous edge to her voice. she saw him draw his tail back, as if he was planning to do something but he stopped himself and so she brushed her tail on his shoulder. "You got some snow on ya." she purred with a slight, nervous chuckle. She then drew her tail back, only she did it more quickly than he did. Her fur began to heat up again, and she tried to keep her gaze from his eyes but, alas, she failed and her blush and embarrassment shone through like moons. And she wanted to turn away but as she looked at him, he had the same look. This only made her heat up more in her blush and she finally turned away, now smiling slightly.
Cliffheart smiled as he felt the touch of her tail. He wouldn't admit this ever a loud, but he enjoyed the grief contact. It had been so long since he had had a good relationship with anyone, and now he had Sorchedeptal. She was beautiful and smart and intelligent. He liked her, but he didn't know exactly how much he likes her. Maybe his feeling were misleading him. Maybe they were saying that they needed to be closer friends, but not more. Or maybe it did mean that there could be more to them. He couldn't tell and he wasn't going to try and force it on. He couldn't do that. It might ruin everything for him. He couldn't afford that. He smiled as she explained her reasoning. "Oh why thank you." He replied with a slight purr why had he purrrd? He rarely purred Was he trying to show affection to her? Maybe....maybe not. He didn't know. But what to say to her? "Heh, so uh I know you're not a medicine cat and all but how do you think it will be before I can actually start doing my part for the Clan again?" He asked curiously. That was his greatest pain, as he thought over and over. His greatest pain was that while he was injured he could do almost nothing except waste the other warriors work.

[Momotaro]

Nightflash watched from behind, crouching down a bit to follow his patrol mate. His white paws blended with the snow but the rest of his black pelt and yellow eyes stood out against it. He let Nightshade take the lead, knowing that two cats after this one in a tree might be too much for the confined space of the branches.

Wurzel scurried higher, his bicolour brown pelt blending into the trees, but not enough as his snow-white legs and under-body stood out. He breathed a small sigh of relief as only one cat advanced, but the tom who was following him was fully grown. and wurzel; being an 8 moon old cat, was no match. Wurzel slowly made his way up the branches crisscrossing and sticking in his pelt, he continued on though.

{ Spirit }

[Random Melody]

[to the camp clearing, nursery, elders' den, or-? depending on wherever you'd like to go]
A purr rumbled through Acornflash's body as he gazed at his apprentice. He was beginning to warm up to her. Not a twinge of doubt seeped out from his expression; he would make sure Brightpaw got the best education even if it would destroy him in the process. That's a little over the top, decided Acorn, but the idea still remained. Sheathing his claws, he glanced in the general direction of where he assumed the camp was. Judging by the familiar-looking trees and undergrowth, he assured the fact that that was the right way to go. Straightening his back and raising his chin, he marched onwards. He hoped that he had chosen the right path. Acornflash still hadn't grown accustomed to the new territory, but he was warming up to it just as quickly as he was to Brightpaw. As he realized that the forest was much more recognizable, a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. It would've been far too embarrassing to have realized that he had been traveling in the wrong direction. A couple bits of moss escaped his leaf bundle, but the majority of it stayed intact as he just barely avoided the rocks and logs on the forest floor.


(Hey! Real sorry for the late reply, my keyboards been broken and I had to use my on-screen keyboard on my tablet, so I decided not to do any huge posts for the time being until I got a laptop or something X3)

(Aaand....I don't really mind honestly XD)
Brightpaw chuckled to herself, a smile on her face as she followed her mentor. She had to admit the Tom was growing on her, and that was certainly rare - Brightpaw didn't like many cats, the few exceptions being her sister, adopted parents and siblings but that was about it. Though the usually sharp-tongued apprentice couldn't bring herself to lash out with any smart remarks today; She was too happy and excited!

And obviously her mentor was too. She allowed herself a moment to look him over while holding the leaf full of moss firmly in her jaws. He looked so confident as he marched along the territory, and Brightpaw felt a smile come onto her maw as she straightened a bit, raising her head and squaring her shoulders.

[monfang]

Cliffheart smiled as he felt the touch of her tail. He wouldn't admit this ever a loud, but he enjoyed the grief contact. It had been so long since he had had a good relationship with anyone, and now he had Sorchedeptal. She was beautiful and smart and intelligent. He liked her, but he didn't know exactly how much he likes her. Maybe his feeling were misleading him. Maybe they were saying that they needed to be closer friends, but not more. Or maybe it did mean that there could be more to them. He couldn't tell and he wasn't going to try and force it on. He couldn't do that. It might ruin everything for him. He couldn't afford that. He smiled as she explained her reasoning. "Oh why thank you." He replied with a slight purr why had he purrrd? He rarely purred Was he trying to show affection to her? Maybe....maybe not. He didn't know. But what to say to her? "Heh, so uh I know you're not a medicine cat and all but how do you think it will be before I can actually start doing my part for the Clan again?" He asked curiously. That was his greatest pain, as he thought over and over. His greatest pain was that while he was injured he could do almost nothing except waste the other warriors work.
"Are you kiddin'? You'd be kickin' enemies' but in no time!" she purred back. Purring? she asked herself, and then recalled his look that se noted. Did my eyes deceive me, or did he have the same look…? she asked herself, her fur heating up with her blush yet again. She tried to not think about it and continued to walk along beside him, thinking about his inquiry of him returning to duties. She took a gaze at the night sky once more, taking note of the stars, how bright they were. Almost… romantic… She then pushed the thought back. He’s only a friend! she thought. And flicked her tail slightly in irritation at herself. Though it was only for a moment. She smiled and looked back at Cliffheart. He was so sweet, at least to her. It was odd because seeing him interact with others as they had hunting patrols it was much different. He seemed stubborn and irritated, as people thought him weaker for his leg.
She, however, thought him stronger. He was so determined to be able to find away to serve and fight for his clan. She liked that, and the fact that she knew what it was like to be tied down, only made it better. Sure, she was young, but during the liberation fights, she was helpless and injured, crippled and unable to rise and fight. As she was dragged away from battle she watched as her family was killed. She nearly died with them. She has a somewhat dark past that, if only someone knew, it could make things better. But Cliffheart didn’t have to know to understand. She loved her family, her closest friends, and he loved to be able to help his clan and others, and to be able to hunt. And, by the force of destiny, both things were ripped from them. Her family was murdered and he was made handicapped. And so they both had lingering pains, only hers were emotional, and his were physical, though they probably both felt the same metal pain.
She looked down from the sky and then thought a moment. To come to think of it, they had alot in common. They were sweet, sometimes stubborn, and they lost something they loved most. Maybe the idea of a relationship wasn’t as bad. They have been friends for only a little time though, and StarClan knows if Cliffheart was even up for it. What if he thought it would hold him down?
“Hey, uh, Cliff?” she started, and paused. How should I approach this? she thought. After a moment, she just thought to act like she wasn’t thinking about it. “Have you ever thought about a mate?” she asked, and decided to keep her gaze away from him. If she did, she thought he wouldn’t think she was up to something. "I mean, you are such a nice tom you probably got girls all over you." she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a tad.

[goddess of ducks]

"Are you kiddin'? You'd be kickin' enemies' but in no time!" she purred back. Purring? she asked herself, and then recalled his look that se noted. Did my eyes deceive me, or did he have the same look…? she asked herself, her fur heating up with her blush yet again. She tried to not think about it and continued to walk along beside him, thinking about his inquiry of him returning to duties. She took a gaze at the night sky once more, taking note of the stars, how bright they were. Almost… romantic… She then pushed the thought back. He’s only a friend! she thought. And flicked her tail slightly in irritation at herself. Though it was only for a moment. She smiled and looked back at Cliffheart. He was so sweet, at least to her. It was odd because seeing him interact with others as they had hunting patrols it was much different. He seemed stubborn and irritated, as people thought him weaker for his leg.
She, however, thought him stronger. He was so determined to be able to find away to serve and fight for his clan. She liked that, and the fact that she knew what it was like to be tied down, only made it better. Sure, she was young, but during the liberation fights, she was helpless and injured, crippled and unable to rise and fight. As she was dragged away from battle she watched as her family was killed. She nearly died with them. She has a somewhat dark past that, if only someone knew, it could make things better. But Cliffheart didn’t have to know to understand. She loved her family, her closest friends, and he loved to be able to help his clan and others, and to be able to hunt. And, by the force of destiny, both things were ripped from them. Her family was murdered and he was made handicapped. And so they both had lingering pains, only hers were emotional, and his were physical, though they probably both felt the same metal pain.
She looked down from the sky and then thought a moment. To come to think of it, they had alot in common. They were sweet, sometimes stubborn, and they lost something they loved most. Maybe the idea of a relationship wasn’t as bad. They have been friends for only a little time though, and StarClan knows if Cliffheart was even up for it. What if he thought it would hold him down?
“Hey, uh, Cliff?” she started, and paused. How should I approach this? she thought. After a moment, she just thought to act like she wasn’t thinking about it. “Have you ever thought about a mate?” she asked, and decided to keep her gaze away from him. If she did, she thought he wouldn’t think she was up to something. "I mean, you are such a nice tom you probably got girls all over you." she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a tad.

Cliffheart smiled as he caught the faint sound of her purr. He was comforted that she had the same feeling about this outing. As he hobbled along, his gait thrown off slightly by the splint, he was left alone to his thought during the periods of silence. He stole another glance at her, only to see her focused on the stars. His interest perked, he tilted his head upwards as well, and his pastel green hues were met with the myriad of stars above him. A twinge of grief pricked him. By his beliefs, every star up there was a warrior of Skyclan, or maybe even some of the ither Clan cats too. There were way too many there to count. Was it really true that each and every speck of light was the soul of a cat at some period of time? Yes, he couldn't question that. His faith in Starclan was one of the only constants in his life and he held to it. But what made him sad was the fact that he knew his sister was up there, his mother his father. He didn't know where exactly, he just held onto the fact that they were there. So far it seemed like most of his closest friends were up there, not down here. Some of the only friends that he had here was his former mentor, Pebblechase; the deputy, Auroraflame; and now Scorchedpetal. What if he got to close to her? As merely the touch of their whiskers together whisked her away to the stars as well? That's what concerned him about the questions she finally asked.

No, he had never considered a mate, mostly because there had been no one to consider. He was more interested for the time being in finding good friends that would stick by him and support him, like Pebblechase, and Auroraflame. He didn't even allow his mind to wander that far, only letting himself focus on what was right there in front of him. But now this question was opening up thoughts he had never considered before. Did he want a mate? To some level or another. Did he have time to start a family? Well of course, what was he doing now? Just wandering around useless. Might as well carry in the Clan. Did any cat even love him enough to be his mate? He highly doubted that. The only way he could see himself with a family was because there would be another cat similar to him who only wanted the clan to thrive, so they wanted kits. After that he was almost positive that they would leave him in search of a fully healthy and capable mate, not some scrawny tom who only had three decent limbs. He sighed, and then panicked as he realized he hadn't said anything, and had let her question dangle in the air, unanswered. He saw that her eyes were turned away. See? She doesn't even like me enough to look at me directly. He thought down heartedly. "Not...not really. I haven't really had much time to think about it. Sure it's crossed my mind once or twice. But then one moment I'm serving my clan, the next I'm a useless piece of folding who can hardly walk without assistance. I'm mean, you don't need to spare my feelings on this, but seriously, who would want to be mates with a tom cat who can't seem to do anything in a perfect fashion? Always loping around dealing with their personal issues. I mean really, you wouldn't want that would you?" He asked genuinely. He didn't expect anything grand to come from her. Only that she would try and persuade him nicely that he wasn't worthless. And that's what every cat always says.

[doghouse]

"It is!" the molly shouted back,a genuine smile on her face. Usually she was laid back,not showing a lot of emotion and it was harder to get her worked up or loud and excited,but she felt truly happy in this moment. She continued to run though not to fast,still to the point she could feel the other warriors following pawsteps as the sound of crunching snow under their paws spaced through the forest.
Lioncry began to slowly ease her pace, slowing down, as her lungs ached from the run. She didn't mind that, but she was more of a sprint runner than a long distance runner, and couldn't run all that far. looked around, her chest heaving but a happy expression on her face. It had been a long time since she could just enjoy the company of another cat. She hadn't been able to do this in quite some time due to first a long journey, and then battle after battle with only a short break in between each one. But now, things had settled down, and she could go out for runs with other warriors, not just patrols. Flicking her tail, she looked around, having caught her breath, she wondered how far they'd gone. Lioncry had not yet explored this part of the territory entirely. She'd been here, but never fully explored it.

[graves]

Lioncry began to slowly ease her pace, slowing down, as her lungs ached from the run. She didn't mind that, but she was more of a sprint runner than a long distance runner, and couldn't run all that far. looked around, her chest heaving but a happy expression on her face. It had been a long time since she could just enjoy the company of another cat. She hadn't been able to do this in quite some time due to first a long journey, and then battle after battle with only a short break in between each one. But now, things had settled down, and she could go out for runs with other warriors, not just patrols. Flicking her tail, she looked around, having caught her breath, she wondered how far they'd gone. Lioncry had not yet explored this part of the territory entirely. She'd been here, but never fully explored it.
The warrior started to slow her pace along with Lioncry,now in a slow trot next to her. She let out small pants from the running,her tongue peaking out of her mouth and taking gulps of cold winter air. Blue eyes gazed around where they were,unfamiliar territory. Skyclan scent still lingered in the air,so they were not away from their home but the place looked barely touched,no pawprints intended into the snow. the air felt still,quiet besides their heavy breathing. It felt still,like nothing was moving and the area was paused. "It's so pretty here." Maplespider said between pants. Small snowflakes dropped on the tip of her nose which caused her to sneeze.

[monfang]

Cliffheart smiled as he caught the faint sound of her purr. He was comforted that she had the same feeling about this outing. As he hobbled along, his gait thrown off slightly by the splint, he was left alone to his thought during the periods of silence. He stole another glance at her, only to see her focused on the stars. His interest perked, he tilted his head upwards as well, and his pastel green hues were met with the myriad of stars above him. A twinge of grief pricked him. By his beliefs, every star up there was a warrior of Skyclan, or maybe even some of the ither Clan cats too. There were way too many there to count. Was it really true that each and every speck of light was the soul of a cat at some period of time? Yes, he couldn't question that. His faith in Starclan was one of the only constants in his life and he held to it. But what made him sad was the fact that he knew his sister was up there, his mother his father. He didn't know where exactly, he just held onto the fact that they were there. So far it seemed like most of his closest friends were up there, not down here. Some of the only friends that he had here was his former mentor, Pebblechase; the deputy, Auroraflame; and now Scorchedpetal. What if he got to close to her? As merely the touch of their whiskers together whisked her away to the stars as well? That's what concerned him about the questions she finally asked.

No, he had never considered a mate, mostly because there had been no one to consider. He was more interested for the time being in finding good friends that would stick by him and support him, like Pebblechase, and Auroraflame. He didn't even allow his mind to wander that far, only letting himself focus on what was right there in front of him. But now this question was opening up thoughts he had never considered before. Did he want a mate? To some level or another. Did he have time to start a family? Well of course, what was he doing now? Just wandering around useless. Might as well carry in the Clan. Did any cat even love him enough to be his mate? He highly doubted that. The only way he could see himself with a family was because there would be another cat similar to him who only wanted the clan to thrive, so they wanted kits. After that he was almost positive that they would leave him in search of a fully healthy and capable mate, not some scrawny tom who only had three decent limbs. He sighed, and then panicked as he realized he hadn't said anything, and had let her question dangle in the air, unanswered. He saw that her eyes were turned away. See? She doesn't even like me enough to look at me directly. He thought down heartedly. "Not...not really. I haven't really had much time to think about it. Sure it's crossed my mind once or twice. But then one moment I'm serving my clan, the next I'm a useless piece of folding who can hardly walk without assistance. I'm mean, you don't need to spare my feelings on this, but seriously, who would want to be mates with a tom cat who can't seem to do anything in a perfect fashion? Always loping around dealing with their personal issues. I mean really, you wouldn't want that would you?" He asked genuinely. He didn't expect anything grand to come from her. Only that she would try and persuade him nicely that he wasn't worthless. And that's what every cat always says.
Scorchedpetal nodded. "It doesn't matter if you are still or active, but if you have a heart for your clan." she said, and kept a smile on her face. “Do not feel you are worthless, Cliffheart. It takes a brave soul to admit his weakness, and that you have done. This clan needs strong souls like yours.” she purred, then looked up at the sky. “Take the stars for example. When darkness comes, many find it hard to see and no where near as fun as day, but stars can’t shine without darkness.” she meowed. “You, Cliff, are a star, and your darkness is that leg of yours. Do you think you would still shine without your weakness, or would you have followed what everyone wants? Your leg makes you stronger than them not weaker.” she meowed, and gave his ear a soft lick.

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal nodded. "It doesn't matter if you are still or active, but if you have a heart for your clan." she said, and kept a smile on her face. “Do not feel you are worthless, Cliffheart. It takes a brave soul to admit his weakness, and that you have done. This clan needs strong souls like yours.” she purred, then looked up at the sky. “Take the stars for example. When darkness comes, many find it hard to see and no where near as fun as day, but stars can’t shine without darkness.” she meowed. “You, Cliff, are a star, and your darkness is that leg of yours. Do you think you would still shine without your weakness, or would you have followed what everyone wants? Your leg makes you stronger than them not weaker.” she meowed, and gave his ear a soft lick.
[holy carp that was deep]
Cliffheart listened in silence. He was listening but was finding it hard to believe. As she told him that he was a star, he shook his head disdainfully and looked at the peaty ground below him. She was probably just saying this to comfort him....right? Although no matter how many times he went over that thought, he couldn't help but feel hopeful that she was actually right. He wanted to believe it, he really did, but how? This was similar to everything every cat had ever to,d him. 'You are special!' And 'You are different!' Those were what bothered him, because yes he was painfully aware of how different he was. But there was something in the way that she said it. She sounded truly genuine about it, and ...oh how he desperately wanted to believe he could be great. But then again, look at the leader and deputy, they seemed perfect. They seemed to always know how to handle things, their bodies were in perfect shape. He couldn't be like them. It just wasn't possible. Still shaking his dusty head in disbelief, he sighed and threw his head back and let his hues wander the starry sky above him.
His hues lingered there, and jumped from the different specks of light. What is she was right? Was he truly a star? How could he be if he couldn't function on all limbs? He couldn't wrap his mind around it. For him, the leaders were flawless. Even Singenight, Bucknight, Ratnight and Blazingnight. They too were all flawless, just in different ways. How could he be a leader, a star a hero, if he could run fast enough to save everyone. He just couldn't. "Look, Scorched, I can't. I'm not made out to be leader. I hear what you have to say and everything, and I thank you for saying it. But I think the problem is, is that I don't think we're seeing the same cat. You seem to see someone who knows what then want when they want, and they know how to get it. They know they can power through anything and rise to the occasion. I don't see that in me. Sorry, but I don't." He said simply, turning away from her, not wanting to see the look in her face. "I don't think I can be a hero. Heroes seem to have it all together. Who would want a hero who isn't fast enough to save the day? Who isn't good enough to stand tall and firm?" He asked, anger boiling inside him. It wasn't directed at her, but it was still there festering inside him.

[monfang]

[holy carp that was deep]
Cliffheart listened in silence. He was listening but was finding it hard to believe. As she told him that he was a star, he shook his head disdainfully and looked at the peaty ground below him. She was probably just saying this to comfort him....right? Although no matter how many times he went over that thought, he couldn't help but feel hopeful that she was actually right. He wanted to believe it, he really did, but how? This was similar to everything every cat had ever to,d him. 'You are special!' And 'You are different!' Those were what bothered him, because yes he was painfully aware of how different he was. But there was something in the way that she said it. She sounded truly genuine about it, and ...oh how he desperately wanted to believe he could be great. But then again, look at the leader and deputy, they seemed perfect. They seemed to always know how to handle things, their bodies were in perfect shape. He couldn't be like them. It just wasn't possible. Still shaking his dusty head in disbelief, he sighed and threw his head back and let his hues wander the starry sky above him.
His hues lingered there, and jumped from the different specks of light. What is she was right? Was he truly a star? How could he be if he couldn't function on all limbs? He couldn't wrap his mind around it. For him, the leaders were flawless. Even Singenight, Bucknight, Ratnight and Blazingnight. They too were all flawless, just in different ways. How could he be a leader, a star a hero, if he could run fast enough to save everyone. He just couldn't. "Look, Scorched, I can't. I'm not made out to be leader. I hear what you have to say and everything, and I thank you for saying it. But I think the problem is, is that I don't think we're seeing the same cat. You seem to see someone who knows what then want when they want, and they know how to get it. They know they can power through anything and rise to the occasion. I don't see that in me. Sorry, but I don't." He said simply, turning away from her, not wanting to see the look in her face. "I don't think I can be a hero. Heroes seem to have it all together. Who would want a hero who isn't fast enough to save the day? Who isn't good enough to stand tall and firm?" He asked, anger boiling inside him. It wasn't directed at her, but it was still there festering inside him.
"Cliffheart, leaders are not just strength and body, they are heart and mind. StarClan would not dare give nine lives to a cat with only the ablity to walk. In my eyes, you'd be a great leader! Think about what you have accomplished, in all the moons that leg has bothered you! And the cat that you manages to escape from when others couldn't. You are a true, strong hero, Cliffheart. You have mind and heart, and that leg means nothing as a leader. I bet, if Grousestar had that same issue he would still be the same, the deputy then leader." she purred, and nuzzled him. She was trying her hardest to get him to see she meant every single syllable she said. But then again, she could only do so much to change his mind until she couldn't try no more. But she knew his pain, where his anger layed. She only wanted to hep soothe it. To help him, to make him happy and joyful. But then again she probably wasn't going to be able to tell him she liked him. By the way she's seen him and how he felt, he probably felt on worthy for a mate, and all the while she felt unworthy to be his mate. She did like him, in all honesty, and she had courage at that time. For about a moon or two they have been talking, and she only wanted for him to see she was trying to make him happy. "You are brighter than all of Silverpelt. Remember that." she said softly as she nuzzled him
And there again her pelt heated up as she did so. She slowly drew back so she didn't stir up alarm and looked away. Her eyes shining softly with her blush. How was she going to tell him? Hey I like ya wanna be mates? No, oh for the love of StarClan no! There had to be a better way to make him see. She looked up again and smiled. The stars! Purrfect! she thought with, well a purr. "And if you look, Cliffheart, not all stars shine brightly alone. There are some stars, litter twin stars, that rely on each other to shine." she purred, pointing her nose in the direction of two stars that sat next to each other. "If they were to be moved, one would shine fine while the other would be nearly unseen." he meowed then looked at him. "Maybe you need your twin star." she purred again.

[goddess of ducks]

"Cliffheart, leaders are not just strength and body, they are heart and mind. StarClan would not dare give nine lives to a cat with only the ablity to walk. In my eyes, you'd be a great leader! Think about what you have accomplished, in all the moons that leg has bothered you! And the cat that you manages to escape from when others couldn't. You are a true, strong hero, Cliffheart. You have mind and heart, and that leg means nothing as a leader. I bet, if Grousestar had that same issue he would still be the same, the deputy then leader." she purred, and nuzzled him. She was trying her hardest to get him to see she meant every single syllable she said. But then again, she could only do so much to change his mind until she couldn't try no more. But she knew his pain, where his anger layed. She only wanted to hep soothe it. To help him, to make him happy and joyful. But then again she probably wasn't going to be able to tell him she liked him. By the way she's seen him and how he felt, he probably felt on worthy for a mate, and all the while she felt unworthy to be his mate. She did like him, in all honesty, and she had courage at that time. For about a moon or two they have been talking, and she only wanted for him to see she was trying to make him happy. "You are brighter than all of Silverpelt. Remember that." she said softly as she nuzzled him
And there again her pelt heated up as she did so. She slowly drew back so she didn't stir up alarm and looked away. Her eyes shining softly with her blush. How was she going to tell him? Hey I like ya wanna be mates? No, oh for the love of StarClan no! There had to be a better way to make him see. She looked up again and smiled. The stars! Purrfect! she thought with, well a purr. "And if you look, Cliffheart, not all stars shine brightly alone. There are some stars, litter twin stars, that rely on each other to shine." she purred, pointing her nose in the direction of two stars that sat next to each other. "If they were to be moved, one would shine fine while the other would be nearly unseen." he meowed then looked at him. "Maybe you need your twin star." she purred again.
Cliffheart still couldn't make himself look at her. He didn't know what he would find there. He couldn't be sure that she was telling the whole truth. But then again, why was he making everything this way? Didn't he deserve to be happy? Yes, but what if what made him happy, wasn't what made her happy. He wanted her to be happy. And if that meant letting her go to live with a perfectly normal and healthy mate, then so be it. He could suffer that much to see her happy. He didn't want to tie her down, to keep her away from something better. He couldn't do that to such a beautiful cat. For the first time in his life, he felt as if he knew what he truly wanted. What he wanted was Scorchedpetal. He wanted her, and not just for her beautiful eyes and fur. But for her personality. She way of lifting him up. Keeping him straightened out and aligned, just as much as his splint. Now that he could look back on it, he could see what she had been grung to get to him. And now he felt terrible for it. He needed to stop moping around about his condition. Working up the courage, he lowered his head back down and turned to Scorched, where he saw her eyes turned towards the stars again and lit up with beauty. He felt an uncontrollable purr rise in his throat. Why couldn't he have noticed before? He loved her. Just hopefully she felt the same way back.
Cliffheart was able to work up the courage to lay his tail across her back, letting it drape over her shoulders in an embrace. "Thank you Scorched. Really, I...I don't really know how I could have done anything without you." He purred nuzzling her her in a pesky way, hoping to lighten the mood. "I still don't think I could be a leade though. It just doesn't seem right for me. Now sure, if I was asked, I probably would have the courage to turn it down, but I would jump all over it either. I don't really know how to handle the lives of others in my paws." He said a bit bash fully. He was lightening up, feeling better. Scorchedpetal was being a great friend t him, with her wise and encouraging words. He loved her for that, how she seemed to know the right thing to say at the right time.although, the dusty colored tom was about to make a remark about what he saw as a cheesy compliment, when she spoke again. 'Maybe you need to find your twin star.' Her words echoed in his ears. He was floored by it, and his spirits soared. Maybe this was it? Could it be? But what if she rejected him? Sure they hadn't known each other for too terribly long, but he assumed that the experience of everything amounted up for a lifetime of friendship, and maybe even a little more. He had to try, didn't he? "Look, uh Scorched, I uh....I want to ask you something." He said, taking a large nervous gulp. He had to swallow his nerves, or else nothing would come out. He had to push on. He started this now, he had to end it. He couldn't leave her hanging. "You said I need to find my twin star, and I couldn't help but think about all you've helped me through. You above all cats came to me and asked if I wanted to share your food. From then on we've been talking. It has been you who has comforted me through all this mouse dung with my leg. You're the one who has helped me out on this journey. I can see now that I think...." His nerves were getting stronger again, the fear of rejection growing inside him threatening to burst. "I think uh...I think I want you to be my twin a Star. The one who helps me to shine bright. But I...I also want to be the one to help you shine bright too. Like, ugh, I think what-- No I know what I mean. What I mean is... Uhh Scorched, I want to know if you'll be that one for me, my mate." He said. Almost as immediately as the words left his mouth, his fear rushed him and he glanced down at his paws, dragging them in circles in the dirt. Great, now she would hate him, unless he could save it real quick. "That is uh, if you want to I guess." He said with a bashful look up at her while his nose stayed pointed to the ground.

[monfang]

Cliffheart still couldn't make himself look at her. He didn't know what he would find there. He couldn't be sure that she was telling the whole truth. But then again, why was he making everything this way? Didn't he deserve to be happy? Yes, but what if what made him happy, wasn't what made her happy. He wanted her to be happy. And if that meant letting her go to live with a perfectly normal and healthy mate, then so be it. He could suffer that much to see her happy. He didn't want to tie her down, to keep her away from something better. He couldn't do that to such a beautiful cat. For the first time in his life, he felt as if he knew what he truly wanted. What he wanted was Scorchedpetal. He wanted her, and not just for her beautiful eyes and fur. But for her personality. She way of lifting him up. Keeping him straightened out and aligned, just as much as his splint. Now that he could look back on it, he could see what she had been grung to get to him. And now he felt terrible for it. He needed to stop moping around about his condition. Working up the courage, he lowered his head back down and turned to Scorched, where he saw her eyes turned towards the stars again and lit up with beauty. He felt an uncontrollable purr rise in his throat. Why couldn't he have noticed before? He loved her. Just hopefully she felt the same way back.
Cliffheart was able to work up the courage to lay his tail across her back, letting it drape over her shoulders in an embrace. "Thank you Scorched. Really, I...I don't really know how I could have done anything without you." He purred nuzzling her her in a pesky way, hoping to lighten the mood. "I still don't think I could be a leade though. It just doesn't seem right for me. Now sure, if I was asked, I probably would have the courage to turn it down, but I would jump all over it either. I don't really know how to handle the lives of others in my paws." He said a bit bash fully. He was lightening up, feeling better. Scorchedpetal was being a great friend t him, with her wise and encouraging words. He loved her for that, how she seemed to know the right thing to say at the right time.although, the dusty colored tom was about to make a remark about what he saw as a cheesy compliment, when she spoke again. 'Maybe you need to find your twin star.' Her words echoed in his ears. He was floored by it, and his spirits soared. Maybe this was it? Could it be? But what if she rejected him? Sure they hadn't known each other for too terribly long, but he assumed that the experience of everything amounted up for a lifetime of friendship, and maybe even a little more. He had to try, didn't he? "Look, uh Scorched, I uh....I want to ask you something." He said, taking a large nervous gulp. He had to swallow his nerves, or else nothing would come out. He had to push on. He started this now, he had to end it. He couldn't leave her hanging. "You said I need to find my twin star, and I couldn't help but think about all you've helped me through. You above all cats came to me and asked if I wanted to share your food. From then on we've been talking. It has been you who has comforted me through all this mouse dung with my leg. You're the one who has helped me out on this journey. I can see now that I think...." His nerves were getting stronger again, the fear of rejection growing inside him threatening to burst. "I think uh...I think I want you to be my twin a Star. The one who helps me to shine bright. But I...I also want to be the one to help you shine bright too. Like, ugh, I think what-- No I know what I mean. What I mean is... Uhh Scorched, I want to know if you'll be that one for me, my mate." He said. Almost as immediately as the words left his mouth, his fear rushed him and he glanced down at his paws, dragging them in circles in the dirt. Great, now she would hate him, unless he could save it real quick. "That is uh, if you want to I guess." He said with a bashful look up at her while his nose stayed pointed to the ground.
Scorchedpetal giggled as he nuzzled her and as she listened to his words. He seemed to be doing better! At this point she felt better herself for being able to make him smile. She stared at the star and then her mind froze as she took in the rest of his words. Me? As his mate? something she was darn near asking herself. But he did it first. The world seemed to stop as she slowly looked at him. She was entirely too speechless to try to talk, she'd sound like a stutterbug. So she let her orbs flicker around in thought before she smiled and turned to him, as he stared at the ground. She gave a small purr and licked his cheek. "Of course... Who else would take you on walks?" she meowed jokingly, finally able to speak. She nuzzled him slightly with a push, to tip him not to topple him, and she trotted away playfully. She hoped he wasn't in too much pain to deny a little small amount of running. She wasn't going to run to one edge of SkyClan to the other, more like mess with him until he tackled her. She wasn't being mean or rude, or trying to mock him. More like trying to have some fun, get him to be playful to, even if it meant he couldn't run and jump everywhere. She loved him for who he was, just a tom who had no flaws in her eyes, just purrfect imperfections.

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal giggled as he nuzzled her and as she listened to his words. He seemed to be doing better! At this point she felt better herself for being able to make him smile. She stared at the star and then her mind froze as she took in the rest of his words. Me? As his mate? something she was darn near asking herself. But he did it first. The world seemed to stop as she slowly looked at him. She was entirely too speechless to try to talk, she'd sound like a stutterbug. So she let her orbs flicker around in thought before she smiled and turned to him, as he stared at the ground. She gave a small purr and licked his cheek. "Of course... Who else would take you on walks?" she meowed jokingly, finally able to speak. She nuzzled him slightly with a push, to tip him not to topple him, and she trotted away playfully. She hoped he wasn't in too much pain to deny a little small amount of running. She wasn't going to run to one edge of SkyClan to the other, more like mess with him until he tackled her. She wasn't being mean or rude, or trying to mock him. More like trying to have some fun, get him to be playful to, even if it meant he couldn't run and jump everywhere. She loved him for who he was, just a tom who had no flaws in her eyes, just purrfect imperfections.
Cliffheart smiled as he watched her gazed turn towards him lovingly. She had said yes! He was ecstatic, he wanted to run to jump, to scream! He couldn't explain it, mostly because he had never truly felt these raw pure emotions before, only one sided ones. He had never been able to have that true relationship with anyone, only small ones. He felt amazing that someone had actually cared for him. There was hope for him right? Of course there was, because his hope, his little Star was right here in front of him, confessing her feelings just as he had done. Just as he believed the stars beautiful, so was she, and he was beginning to notice more details now. Now that his mind wasn't clouded and self centered in his injured limb, he could see how the stars reflected beautifully in Scorched's eyes. He didn't deserve this perfection of a cat. Certainly he didn't. He didn't know what to do, so all he did was lean against her, purring. Without much hesitation, he reached forwards, swiping his tongue across her cheek, and drowned her in purs. As he felt her pull away, he had a slight moment of doubt, that she had been messing with him, pranking him, deceiving him. His heart was about to break in two, but he realized she wanted to play with him. That was how unsteady he could be. He didn't always believe everything right away. He had to doubt others, himself, and now his mate. That was one thing he strangled most with, and would in his new relationship. Trust, he had to trust her that she would be faithful to him, like he would be to her. They had to depend on each other now, to be each others twin star. They could be great, but only together would they shine their brightest.
With a playful little jump, he leaped towards her in pursuit. He quickly gained on her and was by her side, nudging her playfully in the flank. He was purring the entire time, and for once, he was forgetting about his leg, which had caused him so many problems. He was happy, and that was it. He was feeling true joy, which he hadn't felt in so long. And for once he finally felt free.

[monfang]

Cliffheart smiled as he watched her gazed turn towards him lovingly. She had said yes! He was ecstatic, he wanted to run to jump, to scream! He couldn't explain it, mostly because he had never truly felt these raw pure emotions before, only one sided ones. He had never been able to have that true relationship with anyone, only small ones. He felt amazing that someone had actually cared for him. There was hope for him right? Of course there was, because his hope, his little Star was right here in front of him, confessing her feelings just as he had done. Just as he believed the stars beautiful, so was she, and he was beginning to notice more details now. Now that his mind wasn't clouded and self centered in his injured limb, he could see how the stars reflected beautifully in Scorched's eyes. He didn't deserve this perfection of a cat. Certainly he didn't. He didn't know what to do, so all he did was lean against her, purring. Without much hesitation, he reached forwards, swiping his tongue across her cheek, and drowned her in purs. As he felt her pull away, he had a slight moment of doubt, that she had been messing with him, pranking him, deceiving him. His heart was about to break in two, but he realized she wanted to play with him. That was how unsteady he could be. He didn't always believe everything right away. He had to doubt others, himself, and now his mate. That was one thing he strangled most with, and would in his new relationship. Trust, he had to trust her that she would be faithful to him, like he would be to her. They had to depend on each other now, to be each others twin star. They could be great, but only together would they shine their brightest.
With a playful little jump, he leaped towards her in pursuit. He quickly gained on her and was by her side, nudging her playfully in the flank. He was purring the entire time, and for once, he was forgetting about his leg, which had caused him so many problems. He was happy, and that was it. He was feeling true joy, which he hadn't felt in so long. And for once he finally felt free.
Scorchedpetal purred as he nuzzled her, and she then nudged against him, only advancing slightly. She giggled as she did and hit him wit her tail and laughed. She saw a clearing up ahead and made her way to the clearing, then sat in the middle, looking at the now clearer, more brighter night sky that shone like day over her. She noticed the lack of snow, and usually she was sad about the going to winter, she felt that this year was going to be amazing. She had someone to ride along the troubles with her! She had her Twin Star. Maybe that was what their relationship was circled around. The stary sky lit up her burnt brown pelt and her soft, yellow eyes. The moons made it even better as the cool wind swept by her pelt, the breeze very welcomed to her. She wrapped her tail around her paws and became lost in her own world, the sounds of the birds and the wind and the rustling grass and... pawsteps? Cliffheart's pawsteps. She opened her eyes and lowered her head, looking at the tom. She gave a small smile at him and chuckled softly. She looked at him again after a moment then she suddenly fell on her back and looked up at the night sky, staring at the stars. She loved the stars. It was the best feeling to see them, to see the great Silverpelt in it's full beauty, where all of StarClan looked down on them, watched them. She purred at the thought that by their planned destiny she was able to meet Cliffheart.

[Spirit]

Wurzel scurried higher, his bicolour brown pelt blending into the trees, but not enough as his snow-white legs and under-body stood out. He breathed a small sigh of relief as only one cat advanced, but the tom who was following him was fully grown. and wurzel; being an 8 moon old cat, was no match. Wurzel slowly made his way up the branches crisscrossing and sticking in his pelt, he continued on though.

{ Spirit }

Nightshade kept low, but once he realized this scent came from the trees, and it was not one he knew, he realized the intruder was stuck. Not many cats from outside SkyClan were good at escaping from a tree in other ways than down.
So instead of continuing his stealthy ways, he stood up completely and sprinted towards the tree, being there in a few milliseconds, and at once darting up the tree with clear practice: It didn't take him more than seconds to reach Wurzel.
Once he were at the branch, he realized that this cat was a young one, and with a quick sniff realized he were either a rogue or a loner, since he did not recognize the scent as a clan scent. "Intruder! What do you want here?" He said, growling and standing confidently at the start of the branch, blocking Wurzel's path to the trunk and thus the way down.

[Momotaro]

Nightshade kept low, but once he realized this scent came from the trees, and it was not one he knew, he realized the intruder was stuck. Not many cats from outside SkyClan were good at escaping from a tree in other ways than down.
So instead of continuing his stealthy ways, he stood up completely and sprinted towards the tree, being there in a few milliseconds, and at once darting up the tree with clear practice: It didn't take him more than seconds to reach Wurzel.
Once he were at the branch, he realized that this cat was a young one, and with a quick sniff realized he were either a rogue or a loner, since he did not recognize the scent as a clan scent. "Intruder! What do you want here?" He said, growling and standing confidently at the start of the branch, blocking Wurzel's path to the trunk and thus the way down.

The Bi-coloured Tom let out a squeak as the older cat cut his path off. Wurzel preffered to hunt lower down in the trees, and even then he preferred to hunt the larger, but slows birds that came by; so he wasn't used for the high pace of the Skyclan cats. He shuffled back onto an older branch, it creaked under his wait, but it held. The Tom slowly backed up; planning to jump over to another tree. But was dismayed when he realised there were no trees that were close enough. He cursed at his foolishness. "I'm sorry! I was hungry and I didn't realise I was in your territory, and it was only one piece of prey!..." He mewed with fright; nearly screaming when he realised what he just said. Why did I do that? They guard their prey like their cats! "I could catch another peice for you; I'll do it in my territory, but it won't be big." The tom wept, though he was kind, hard-working, and loyal, Wurzel was not brave.

{ Trashy Sky Spirit }

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal purred as he nuzzled her, and she then nudged against him, only advancing slightly. She giggled as she did and hit him wit her tail and laughed. She saw a clearing up ahead and made her way to the clearing, then sat in the middle, looking at the now clearer, more brighter night sky that shone like day over her. She noticed the lack of snow, and usually she was sad about the going to winter, she felt that this year was going to be amazing. She had someone to ride along the troubles with her! She had her Twin Star. Maybe that was what their relationship was circled around. The stary sky lit up her burnt brown pelt and her soft, yellow eyes. The moons made it even better as the cool wind swept by her pelt, the breeze very welcomed to her. She wrapped her tail around her paws and became lost in her own world, the sounds of the birds and the wind and the rustling grass and... pawsteps? Cliffheart's pawsteps. She opened her eyes and lowered her head, looking at the tom. She gave a small smile at him and chuckled softly. She looked at him again after a moment then she suddenly fell on her back and looked up at the night sky, staring at the stars. She loved the stars. It was the best feeling to see them, to see the great Silverpelt in it's full beauty, where all of StarClan looked down on them, watched them. She purred at the thought that by their planned destiny she was able to meet Cliffheart.
Cliffheart smiled as he saw her, yet again gazing at the stars. He loved the way her eyes lit up and reflected the sky when she did that. All his feelings were leading him to believe that this truly was meant to be. That the two of them were here to support each other. He purred as he watched her flop to the ground. Feeling confident and full of love, and leaped over to her. He approached her quickly and stepped over her, putting his body in front of her view of the stars. He smiled happily down at her once more and used his front paw to carress the side of her face. He purred. "I don't think I would want any other cat to be my Star." He purred, dipping his head down lower and rubbing his dull grey rose colored nose against hers. All the while he was purring strongly. And after the embrace, he pulled away and stepped a side. He too rolled over on his back and gazed at the stars. He placed his head next to hers and gently nudged her in affection. "You know, the first time I met you, you promised you would show me the stars ine night. I think this night has been better than we have ever planned." He purred, tilting his head back to look her in the eyes, his maw cracked into a soft smile.

[oats]

Forestpaw rolled his eyes impatiently, "Are we ready?" He asked, his hues narrowed,

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((hhh I forgot abt this))
Ploverpaw padded though the inky black, the dark latching to his fur like mud. What little dim, warm hues he saw were meagre, giving him no way to tell where the group of apprentices were padding. To say the least, he was not quite as happy with what was going on here as he would like to admit.
Arrowpaw was still next to him, and for all the faults of his outing, he simply could not complain. Although the lithe brown tabby was quivering with all of his being next to him, Ploverpaw wouldn’t trade moments like this for all the world. What could he say? The pair had been good friends for a long, long while, and knew eachother rather well. He could trust Arrowpaw with anything; even when the cream-white apprentice had told his best friend he’d realised he didn’t want to be a molly any more, he had seemed as supportive- if not more than any other cat. Things were good, he’d say. They definitely appeared to be.
As Forestpaw, Ivypaw and all the others trudged along with him, Ploverpaw blew a cold stream of air from his mouth, still idle. Craning his head around, he mewed, “Guys? I don’t mean to sound like a huge wuss all of a sudden but are we going to, say, stop anywhere? I know we've started walking, but I'm tired as heck. Forest, let's not rush this.”
It was awfully out of character for him to change his mind all of a sudden, but Plover was quite sure that he’d rather be comfortable in his own nest and not running to Starclan knows where, rummaging about in business that was not his own. “I mean. We can keep going.. I guess.. but can we just hurry up, do what we came for and go home? My mentor probably wants to do battle training or sm’thing like that in the morning. Yeah.”
He knew he was probably running his mouth, but he stood by what he said.

[monfang]

Cliffheart smiled as he saw her, yet again gazing at the stars. He loved the way her eyes lit up and reflected the sky when she did that. All his feelings were leading him to believe that this truly was meant to be. That the two of them were here to support each other. He purred as he watched her flop to the ground. Feeling confident and full of love, and leaped over to her. He approached her quickly and stepped over her, putting his body in front of her view of the stars. He smiled happily down at her once more and used his front paw to carress the side of her face. He purred. "I don't think I would want any other cat to be my Star." He purred, dipping his head down lower and rubbing his dull grey rose colored nose against hers. All the while he was purring strongly. And after the embrace, he pulled away and stepped a side. He too rolled over on his back and gazed at the stars. He placed his head next to hers and gently nudged her in affection. "You know, the first time I met you, you promised you would show me the stars ine night. I think this night has been better than we have ever planned." He purred, tilting his head back to look her in the eyes, his maw cracked into a soft smile.
Scorchedpetal looked at him and giggled, and rubbed her nose with his as well, then turned her head as she watched him lie down. And as he spoke she turned her gaze back to the sky. He had a point. She turned her head and when she did she touched her nose with his and purred. "I don't think they ever shone this brightly." she said softly. She looked into his eyes and couldn't help but to purr. He was a handsome tom with an amazing personality. What else could she ask for? She turned her gaze to the sky and sat in silence until she saw a shooting star. "Hey, make a wish." she purred, looking back at him.
(sorry its short)

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal looked at him and giggled, and rubbed her nose with his as well, then turned her head as she watched him lie down. And as he spoke she turned her gaze back to the sky. He had a point. She turned her head and when she did she touched her nose with his and purred. "I don't think they ever shone this brightly." she said softly. She looked into his eyes and couldn't help but to purr. He was a handsome tom with an amazing personality. What else could she ask for? She turned her gaze to the sky and sat in silence until she saw a shooting star. "Hey, make a wish." she purred, looking back at him.
(sorry its short)

Cliffheart smiled. He had done that a lot in the last few moments, and it felt amazing. Never in his life had he been so sure about something. He turned his green gaze to the stars, that were just as beautiful as his mate. He shifted in the grass, pushing himself closer to her body, mostly to make sure she didn't get cold, in the still chilly weather. He noticed, almost too late, the tail of the shooting star. "Oh okay, well...." he started, not sure why the significance of the shooting star meant he had to make a wish. His parents had never really cared this much about the stars, so he didn't know that this apparently was something he did. Well, he did it now, so who cares. "I wish for...us to be the happiest mates in all the Clans." he purred as he sneaked another glance at Scorchedpetal

[monfang]

Cliffheart smiled. He had done that a lot in the last few moments, and it felt amazing. Never in his life had he been so sure about something. He turned his green gaze to the stars, that were just as beautiful as his mate. He shifted in the grass, pushing himself closer to her body, mostly to make sure she didn't get cold, in the still chilly weather. He noticed, almost too late, the tail of the shooting star. "Oh okay, well...." he started, not sure why the significance of the shooting star meant he had to make a wish. His parents had never really cared this much about the stars, so he didn't know that this apparently was something he did. Well, he did it now, so who cares. "I wish for...us to be the happiest mates in all the Clans." he purred as he sneaked another glance at Scorchedpetal

Scorchedpetal purred as he snugged closer to her. She welcomed it, it was more than welcomed. And as he made his wish she purred more, chuckling softly. "My wish has already come true." she purred, and turned her head as he turned his at the same time and it made her giggle slightly. "How could I get this lucky to have you by my side? I have to be, if everyone else can't see past that leg of yours." she meowed. But she looked into his eyes and couldn't help but to crack a smile on her maw as well, and she rolled onto her side and pawed his nose. She loved today. The stars were brighter than ever, the feel of the cool breeze warmed her heart, and the feel of the cool grass beneath her made tonight even better. She felt like she could stay there forever, but as she looked at him she scooted closer and layed her head on his chest, listening to his purring and heartbeat, and yawned slightly. It was late but she didn't want to leave, she wanted to stay there and watch the stars with him, tell stories, goof around, just let the days pass by. But of course, they couldn't do that, they had to be there for their clan. But no one said they couldn't stay late for one night.

[doghouse]

The warrior started to slow her pace along with Lioncry,now in a slow trot next to her. She let out small pants from the running,her tongue peaking out of her mouth and taking gulps of cold winter air. Blue eyes gazed around where they were,unfamiliar territory. Skyclan scent still lingered in the air,so they were not away from their home but the place looked barely touched,no pawprints intended into the snow. the air felt still,quiet besides their heavy breathing. It felt still,like nothing was moving and the area was paused. "It's so pretty here." Maplespider said between pants. Small snowflakes dropped on the tip of her nose which caused her to sneeze.
Lioncry looked around, nodding in agreement. This place was amazing, she had to admit. With the clean, untouched snow and snow laden branches, it looked almost as if it had never once been touched by another living thing, although, tasting the air, she could smell mice faintly, and knew that it was probably a great hunting spot during new-leaf. Sighing, she trotted along at Maplespider's side, her breath fogging in front of her in little puffs. “That it is.” she said at last, her voice hushed, as if she were scared of disturbing the quiet. But she wasn't, it was just so peaceful here, she didn't want to be loud. Flicking her tail subtly, the golden furred warrior used around in wide-eyed wonder at the beautiful snowy terrain.

[Reverie]

((hhh I forgot abt this))
Ploverpaw padded though the inky black, the dark latching to his fur like mud. What little dim, warm hues he saw were meagre, giving him no way to tell where the group of apprentices were padding. To say the least, he was not quite as happy with what was going on here as he would like to admit.
Arrowpaw was still next to him, and for all the faults of his outing, he simply could not complain. Although the lithe brown tabby was quivering with all of his being next to him, Ploverpaw wouldn’t trade moments like this for all the world. What could he say? The pair had been good friends for a long, long while, and knew eachother rather well. He could trust Arrowpaw with anything; even when the cream-white apprentice had told his best friend he’d realised he didn’t want to be a molly any more, he had seemed as supportive- if not more than any other cat. Things were good, he’d say. They definitely appeared to be.
As Forestpaw, Ivypaw and all the others trudged along with him, Ploverpaw blew a cold stream of air from his mouth, still idle. Craning his head around, he mewed, “Guys? I don’t mean to sound like a huge wuss all of a sudden but are we going to, say, stop anywhere? I know we've started walking, but I'm tired as heck. Forest, let's not rush this.”
It was awfully out of character for him to change his mind all of a sudden, but Plover was quite sure that he’d rather be comfortable in his own nest and not running to Starclan knows where, rummaging about in business that was not his own. “I mean. We can keep going.. I guess.. but can we just hurry up, do what we came for and go home? My mentor probably wants to do battle training or sm’thing like that in the morning. Yeah.”
He knew he was probably running his mouth, but he stood by what he said.

Forest flicked an ear at the remark, but continued on as the others fell in behind him. He finally felt like a leader for once, Ploverpaw, please just be quiet so we can hurry up. the apprentice thought

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal purred as he snugged closer to her. She welcomed it, it was more than welcomed. And as he made his wish she purred more, chuckling softly. "My wish has already come true." she purred, and turned her head as he turned his at the same time and it made her giggle slightly. "How could I get this lucky to have you by my side? I have to be, if everyone else can't see past that leg of yours." she meowed. But she looked into his eyes and couldn't help but to crack a smile on her maw as well, and she rolled onto her side and pawed his nose. She loved today. The stars were brighter than ever, the feel of the cool breeze warmed her heart, and the feel of the cool grass beneath her made tonight even better. She felt like she could stay there forever, but as she looked at him she scooted closer and layed her head on his chest, listening to his purring and heartbeat, and yawned slightly. It was late but she didn't want to leave, she wanted to stay there and watch the stars with him, tell stories, goof around, just let the days pass by. But of course, they couldn't do that, they had to be there for their clan. But no one said they couldn't stay late for one night.
Cliffheart smiled as he felt her welcome him. She felt her smooth herself into the curve of his body and he purred. The last time in had had loving hoy social contact with someone was when he was a kit next to his mother's belly. But now he had a mate, who knows, maybe even kits one day. He was just glad this beautiful she cat seemed to like him for his personality rather than the desire to keep the clan flowing, or his appearance. "I have been wondering the same thing myself. But thank you, My Star, for not seeing just my imperfections. It means a lot that you can seem past small features and focus on the most important things." He purred kindly. This was a moment when everything seemed perfect. Nothing in the world seemed wrong, it didn feel as if his leg was permanently malformed and twisted, like he wasn't friendless, like the stars were truly watching them again. Everything felt perfect, especially compared to other days when things just weren't working. He didn't want to leave, nor even think about it. The longer he could sit here in this moment the better. The longer he could keep reality at bay and enjoy this moment, the sweeter life became.

[monfang]

Cliffheart smiled as he felt her welcome him. She felt her smooth herself into the curve of his body and he purred. The last time in had had loving hoy social contact with someone was when he was a kit next to his mother's belly. But now he had a mate, who knows, maybe even kits one day. He was just glad this beautiful she cat seemed to like him for his personality rather than the desire to keep the clan flowing, or his appearance. "I have been wondering the same thing myself. But thank you, My Star, for not seeing just my imperfections. It means a lot that you can seem past small features and focus on the most important things." He purred kindly. This was a moment when everything seemed perfect. Nothing in the world seemed wrong, it didn feel as if his leg was permanently malformed and twisted, like he wasn't friendless, like the stars were truly watching them again. Everything felt perfect, especially compared to other days when things just weren't working. He didn't want to leave, nor even think about it. The longer he could sit here in this moment the better. The longer he could keep reality at bay and enjoy this moment, the sweeter life became.
She purred as he called her his 'Star' and felt that it was going to be a nickname that stuck. Surely it had to be, I mean, why not? Her love for the night sky adds to it, and her little metaphor was what gave him courage. 'My Star' rang in her head as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, only to exhale it quickly, and she kept her eyes closed, listening to his heartbeat and his purr. The silence, besides the purring, brought over a sleepy feel, and she rested her body, her head on his chest as he looked up at the stars. She felt herself begin to doze s she did, and she wondered what would happen in the morning, if she would wake up and it was only a dream, or if he would have left her behind and went to camp alone, but at this moment, not even the softest moss bed could beat the cool, soft grass and the stars above. Maybe this was going to work for her. She never really though about having a mate, seeing as to how she really is all that liked, for her kit-like, clumsy behavior and her always wanting to talk or ply, and no one ever thinks she can take stuff seriously. But she can do it, people just had to give her a chance. As she became lost in her thoughts the dozing soon came over her and her head leaned to the side as she fell into sleep, a smile across her maw.
{Timeskip or Scene? xD Lilly is rubbin off on me lol}

[graves]

@fenic! , meraki , milo , xxJaggededgexx , KitKat12

Arrowpaw glanced over at him thankfully. He knew he wasn't the only one with worries and it warmed him that his friend stood up and said something aswel. The cold still seeped through his thin fur,the snow crunching under his paws and going between his toes as he walked. He wasn't meaning to look weak or helpless but his shivering continued,his teeth slightly chattering under his breath. He felt somewhat warm though,with Ivypaw pressed into one of his sides and Ploverpaw pressed against his other. He glanced over at the tom for a moment.

To him Plover hasn't changed one bit from when they first knew eachother,despite the gender change he was quiet happy that the tom felt more comfortable with himself and was an ongoing supporter. He'd do anything to make sure the other was safe,even if he worried out of his wits to do so. But to him this trip didn't seem entirely safe which is why he was so worried. he agreed with his friend,he'd much rather be in his nest,perhaps share one with Plover due to the cold,then be out here. But his friends wanted to have fun,and he wouldn't tarnish that.

"Forestpaw lead us where you wanted to go,I-I don't really appreciate freezing my tail off."

[graves]

Lioncry looked around, nodding in agreement. This place was amazing, she had to admit. With the clean, untouched snow and snow laden branches, it looked almost as if it had never once been touched by another living thing, although, tasting the air, she could smell mice faintly, and knew that it was probably a great hunting spot during new-leaf. Sighing, she trotted along at Maplespider's side, her breath fogging in front of her in little puffs. “That it is.” she said at last, her voice hushed, as if she were scared of disturbing the quiet. But she wasn't, it was just so peaceful here, she didn't want to be loud. Flicking her tail subtly, the golden furred warrior used around in wide-eyed wonder at the beautiful snowy terrain.
Dashing of white littered her pelt from the subtle snow dripping from the sky and onto her pale ginger pelt. Her eyes glazed over the scenery in aw,taking in breaths of the crisp fresh air. It felt cold in her lungs but in a nice way,and the nice ache of her muscles felt nice too. She hadn't ran in awhile,much less with somecat,and it felt nice. Refreshing. The mouth watering scent of prey was in the air,probably because this was an untouched area so prey ran freely without worry. She turned her blue gaze over to Lioncry,"Would you like to hunt?" [/CENTER]

[doghouse]

Dashing of white littered her pelt from the subtle snow dripping from the sky and onto her pale ginger pelt. Her eyes glazed over the scenery in aw,taking in breaths of the crisp fresh air. It felt cold in her lungs but in a nice way,and the nice ache of her muscles felt nice too. She hadn't ran in awhile, much less with some cat,and it felt nice. Refreshing. The mouth watering scent of prey was in the air,probably because this was an untouched area so prey ran freely without worry. She turned her blue gaze over to Lioncry,"Would you like to hunt?" [/CENTER]
Lioncry fluffed up her golden fur, glancing around swiftly before looking at Maplespider again. She flicked her ears to get the delicate snowflakes off of them, as the cold snow melted in her fur and chilled her ears. That was pretty much the only thing she didn't enjoy about the snow. Other than that, she was completely enjoying the moment. Lioncry paused halfway through a step, looking over her shoulder. Behind her, their pawprints could be seen, but were slowly filling up with snow. She tilted her head, then quickly darted forwards, bringing herself to the pale ginger warrior's side. “Sure.” she purred, keeping her steps silent and tone hushed in case there was any prey near by.

[graves]

Lioncry fluffed up her golden fur, glancing around swiftly before looking at Maplespider again. She flicked her ears to get the delicate snowflakes off of them, as the cold snow melted in her fur and chilled her ears. That was pretty much the only thing she didn't enjoy about the snow. Other than that, she was completely enjoying the moment. Lioncry paused halfway through a step, looking over her shoulder. Behind her, their pawprints could be seen, but were slowly filling up with snow. She tilted her head, then quickly darted forwards, bringing herself to the pale ginger warrior's side. “Sure.” she purred, keeping her steps silent and tone hushed in case there was any prey near by.
Maplespider nodded at the other warrior. She immediately slinked up a tree silently,using her thick claws to dig into the bark and bend her hind legs to push upwards,her limbing giving her the ability to get up to a branch in a matter for a few strides. When she climbed trees its as if she was walking on the ground,it was graceful and quick ,balancing with her paws on a branch above Lioncry. Blue eyes gazed around from above at the territory. It was mostly white with brown trees,bare leaves exposing their branches raw. She opened her mouth to pick up a scent of anything,tail twitching as her eyes scanned for any sign of movement in the area.

[lone]

@NoireRose (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)

A large, grey Maine Coon padded out into the territory, twisting his head around as though trying to spot the younger cat who had been behind him. Where was she, anyways? He glanced around for her once more before a growl of annoyance came rumbling from his throat. Where had that come from? The tom wasn't quite sure, but he did know that if the young she cat didn't hurry, he would probably end up going ahead without her. After another moment's wait, he sighed and stayed completely still, only the constant flicking of his tufted grey ear showing that he was the slightest bit annoyed with having to wait for the she cat. And even that wasn't too fast...it was casual, calm, as though he were simply standing and waiting for a friend. And if anyone had looked at him, they would have seen a warrior waiting for-- someone.

An apprentice, most likely-- more likely then a warrior, anyways.

Greystep had met cats who seemed to think that anyone who believed clanmates weren't good cats to have around ought to be thrown out of the Clan. He was just glad that Grousestar and Auroraflame didn't think that way, otherwise he would have been gone long ago. Though the tom was constantly shy and quiet, there was a sharper side to him then most thought; the sharper side to the sword, in a manner of speaking. Greystep was a sword...there was a duller, calmer, softer side to him, and then a sharper side, though to be honest, he could have used quite a few sharpening stones since his "sharper side" was actually quite soft and dull. Annoying, really, but what could he do about it? He should be thankful that there weren't too many 'sharpening stones' in his life.

But he wasn't.

There were times when Greystep felt like completely losing his temper, and he couldn't because there wasn't a sharpening stone for him to get his temper nice and fired up on. And even if he could, if the cat looked like they might hurt him, he'd turn into the coward that he was and go running. "You wouldn't think of backing out, now would you Sunshine?" He asked with a broad grin on his maw. He was pleased with himself for having come up with the nickname 'sunshine' for Splotchfeather, especially because it just seemed to suit her so well... something that the tom was increasingly pleased about. He couldn't believe that he'd come up with the name on his own, and for him, this was almost like a major victory in some sort of important war.

And for him, perhaps it really was that: a war of self-esteem, and he'd just won a little more of his back.

[doghouse]

Maplespider nodded at the other warrior. She immediately slinked up a tree silently,using her thick claws to dig into the bark and bend her hind legs to push upwards,her limbing giving her the ability to get up to a branch in a matter for a few strides. When she climbed trees its as if she was walking on the ground,it was graceful and quick ,balancing with her paws on a branch above Lioncry. Blue eyes gazed around from above at the territory. It was mostly white with brown trees,bare leaves exposing their branches raw. She opened her mouth to pick up a scent of anything,tail twitching as her eyes scanned for any sign of movement in the area.
Lioncry watched, wide eyed at the graceful way Maplespider climbed the tree, then looked around, her yellow hues gleaming with excitement. She opened her mouth, tasting the air. After a few moments, the unusually large molly thought she caught the scent of robin, and her tail tip twitched very slightly. Motioning to Maplespider, she nodded towards the general direction, scanning their surrounding for the telltale movements of branches. She crouched low, keeping her body lovely with each step as she crept silently along the forest floor, careful that snow didn't crouch under her paws. She didn't want to scare the prey, if it was even there, and it wasn't just her mind playing tricks on her. Hopefully, they would catch enough food to keep the Clan from starving, but it was that season when snqo coated the bare branches and prey was scarce. But Lioncry felt comforted by the fact that soon, leafbare would be over, and life would return to the forest.

[graves]

Lioncry watched, wide eyed at the graceful way Maplespider climbed the tree, then looked around, her yellow hues gleaming with excitement. She opened her mouth, tasting the air. After a few moments, the unusually large molly thought she caught the scent of robin, and her tail tip twitched very slightly. Motioning to Maplespider, she nodded towards the general direction, scanning their surrounding for the telltale movements of branches. She crouched low, keeping her body lovely with each step as she crept silently along the forest floor, careful that snow didn't crouch under her paws. She didn't want to scare the prey, if it was even there, and it wasn't just her mind playing tricks on her. Hopefully, they would catch enough food to keep the Clan from starving, but it was that season when snqo coated the bare branches and prey was scarce. But Lioncry felt comforted by the fact that soon, leafbare would be over, and life would return to the forest.
Maplespiders ears perked at the motion of the robin Lioncry was motioning to,but her mouth watered at the scent of a squirrel. She nodded off to Lioncry,figuring she could get it on her own. The rodent was in the trees with her,a few branches away as she crepted silently closer,creeping from branch to branch with ease. But,a branch had shifted under her weight seeing at it was thinner,so the prey bolted by jumping to another tree,but Maple herself was practically a squirrel as well in which she followed,using her hind legs to push off and her front claws extended to catch herself on the other tree. She hoped her noise wasn't disrupting Lioncrys hunt,but she was a little bit away so she hoped not. It felt nice to have the breeze through her fur again,chasing after a piece of prey through the trees as she jumped nimbly from one to another.

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[Brilliance]

@NoireRose (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)

A large, grey Maine Coon padded out into the territory, twisting his head around as though trying to spot the younger cat who had been behind him. Where was she, anyways? He glanced around for her once more before a growl of annoyance came rumbling from his throat. Where had that come from? The tom wasn't quite sure, but he did know that if the young she cat didn't hurry, he would probably end up going ahead without her. After another moment's wait, he sighed and stayed completely still, only the constant flicking of his tufted grey ear showing that he was the slightest bit annoyed with having to wait for the she cat. And even that wasn't too fast...it was casual, calm, as though he were simply standing and waiting for a friend. And if anyone had looked at him, they would have seen a warrior waiting for-- someone.

An apprentice, most likely-- more likely then a warrior, anyways.

Greystep had met cats who seemed to think that anyone who believed clanmates weren't good cats to have around ought to be thrown out of the Clan. He was just glad that Grousestar and Auroraflame didn't think that way, otherwise he would have been gone long ago. Though the tom was constantly shy and quiet, there was a sharper side to him then most thought; the sharper side to the sword, in a manner of speaking. Greystep was a sword...there was a duller, calmer, softer side to him, and then a sharper side, though to be honest, he could have used quite a few sharpening stones since his "sharper side" was actually quite soft and dull. Annoying, really, but what could he do about it? He should be thankful that there weren't too many 'sharpening stones' in his life.

But he wasn't.

There were times when Greystep felt like completely losing his temper, and he couldn't because there wasn't a sharpening stone for him to get his temper nice and fired up on. And even if he could, if the cat looked like they might hurt him, he'd turn into the coward that he was and go running. "You wouldn't think of backing out, now would you Sunshine?" He asked with a broad grin on his maw. He was pleased with himself for having come up with the nickname 'sunshine' for Splotchfeather, especially because it just seemed to suit her so well... something that the tom was increasingly pleased about. He couldn't believe that he'd come up with the name on his own, and for him, this was almost like a major victory in some sort of important war.

And for him, perhaps it really was that: a war of self-esteem, and he'd just won a little more of his back.

Splotchfeather tumbled after him, tripping over a rock in the process. She didn't see it there, and she rolled over in a heap of a ball. She laughed, at gaining her balance, and stood up. She shook the dirt from her fur and lashed her tail playfully, bounding up to the older warrior.
She ran a few ways ahead of him, not chasing anything in particular, but it was part of her nature. She loved roaming around, never staying in one spot. She felt free, and happy all the same.
Splotchfeather glanced back at the older warrior, hoping he was still behind her. She didn't want to think that he planned to just take her so far, and leave her behind. She had to get rid of that thought. He wouldn't do that to her.
She felt like a kit being praised by it's mother when he gave her a nickname. And, she distantly heard him call her it again. She stopped for a few seconds, her ears pinned to her head.''So, where are we going? Where are you taking me?'' She asked excitedly. ''Is it on an adventure!? Ohhhhhh, i LOVE adventures! I want to travel somewhere! Where's your favorite place to travel?'' She asked, an emotion of happiness came upon her all at once.
Her tail twitched with anticipation, and she begin frolicking around the area, jumping in the air, running as fast as she could. And, she continued to flicker her eyes to look at him, just to make sure he was still there. She feared that something might happen, like with all the memories of her family. This did little to affect her way of loving every cat. But with love, she felt fear. She felt fear that if she loved on him too hard--to genuine-- that something might happen to him as well.
Splotchfeather shook her head. She knew it was least likely to happen. She had to take an understanding that she wasn't cursed. She forced herself to believe that Starclan loved her, and everything that happened; was for a reason. A hurtful reason, but it was a reason.
Perhaps, Starclan was giving her a chance to feel like a kit again, when they forced her mind to talk to him, and befriend him. Then again, Starclan wasn't in her mind when she approached him in the first place.
Splotchfeather begin slowing her pace to keep up with the older warrior, trotting with her head and tail held high. She felt the breeze in her fur, lightly fuzzing it up. She stared at the other cats around them, noting each and everyone was special, and she was happy to be in their presence.

[lone]

Splotchfeather tumbled after him, tripping over a rock in the process. She didn't see it there, and she rolled over in a heap of a ball. She laughed, at gaining her balance, and stood up. She shook the dirt from her fur and lashed her tail playfully, bounding up to the older warrior.
She ran a few ways ahead of him, not chasing anything in particular, but it was part of her nature. She loved roaming around, never staying in one spot. She felt free, and happy all the same.
Splotchfeather glanced back at the older warrior, hoping he was still behind her. She didn't want to think that he planned to just take her so far, and leave her behind. She had to get rid of that thought. He wouldn't do that to her.
She felt like a kit being praised by it's mother when he gave her a nickname. And, she distantly heard him call her it again. She stopped for a few seconds, her ears pinned to her head.''So, where are we going? Where are you taking me?'' She asked excitedly. ''Is it on an adventure!? Ohhhhhh, i LOVE adventures! I want to travel somewhere! Where's your favorite place to travel?'' She asked, an emotion of happiness came upon her all at once.
Her tail twitched with anticipation, and she begin frolicking around the area, jumping in the air, running as fast as she could. And, she continued to flicker her eyes to look at him, just to make sure he was still there. She feared that something might happen, like with all the memories of her family. This did little to affect her way of loving every cat. But with love, she felt fear. She felt fear that if she loved on him too hard--to genuine-- that something might happen to him as well.
Splotchfeather shook her head. She knew it was least likely to happen. She had to take an understanding that she wasn't cursed. She forced herself to believe that Starclan loved her, and everything that happened; was for a reason. A hurtful reason, but it was a reason.
Perhaps, Starclan was giving her a chance to feel like a kit again, when they forced her mind to talk to him, and befriend him. Then again, Starclan wasn't in her mind when she approached him in the first place.
Splotchfeather begin slowing her pace to keep up with the older warrior, trotting with her head and tail held high. She felt the breeze in her fur, lightly fuzzing it up. She stared at the other cats around them, noting each and everyone was special, and she was happy to be in their presence.

The Maine Coon shook his head at the younger warrior's antics. She was certainly a sweet young cat, and she would make a lot of cats happy-- if she got the chance to meet them. Greystep watched her run ahead, standing still for a moment before he padded after her. It had been a long, long time since he had truly run; perhaps that was because he was getting older and it could cause damage to his already fragile stature that he had decided to leave it at just being able to walk around. He caught up to Splotchfeather when she stopped, flashing her a slight smile and sighed, wondering what her later moons would be like. Would she stop seeing life in the same way? And with a friend like him, would she actually turn out like him, or would she be her own cat?

Greystep hoped that she wouldn't change, that she would always stay how she was.

He really was appreciating the younger cat's company at the moment. With everything that had happened recently, especially the move, he could use a friend like her. Someone who looked on the bright side of life. Someone who was unafraid to explore unknown territories...at least, that was his opinion on her. A little bothersome, but not so much so that she was intolerable. In his opinion, she was the perfect blend of a cat. And he was looking forwards to seeing her grow up, and perhaps one day she would have a family of her own. A bunch of little Splotchfeathers running around all over the place. I can just imagine. He thought with a smile, the tip of his tail twitching as he did so. That was certainly an interesting thought, and he wondered if it would someday become a reality.

He hoped so.

She was still young, she had plenty of time to find some cat who would make her just as happy as she was making him right now. The tom smiled at her sudden flow of words, and he glanced up at the sky. It wouldn't be long until dark, and by the way things were going, he imagined that they probably wouldn't have too long out in the territory. Okay. Don't mess this up. You can do this right, just be calm and take a breath. Be calm and take a breath. He thought, taking his advice as soon as he could. Sometimes he felt a little stressed out, trying to be friendly towards the she cat. And if his stammer were to return, she might think something was wrong, when nothing was really wrong, it was just all part of who the tom was. He didn't like it, but that was the way things were.

If he could have changed them, though, he honestly wouldn't have changed a single thing.

It was a strange relationship that he felt towards himself-- sometimes love, sometimes hatred, sometimes nothing. "You could say that. We're just going on a little walk. See if we can spot some birds, butterflies...anything like that. Maybe do some hunting. Do you like hunting?" He asked, cocking his head to the side as he examined the she cat. Somehow, she struck him as someone who wouldn't like hunting at all. Maybe because she didn't like killing, or...something like that. He didn't mind it, unlike some cats who would let their prey go-- if it wasn't too badly hurt-- and watch it move away as fast as it could go. He had never understood why you would do that, and lose prey for the Clan. That didn't make any sense to him at all, but he supposed they had their own reason for it.

No matter how strange or foreign it seemed to him.

[Brilliance]

The Maine Coon shook his head at the younger warrior's antics. She was certainly a sweet young cat, and she would make a lot of cats happy-- if she got the chance to meet them. Greystep watched her run ahead, standing still for a moment before he padded after her. It had been a long, long time since he had truly run; perhaps that was because he was getting older and it could cause damage to his already fragile stature that he had decided to leave it at just being able to walk around. He caught up to Splotchfeather when she stopped, flashing her a slight smile and sighed, wondering what her later moons would be like. Would she stop seeing life in the same way? And with a friend like him, would she actually turn out like him, or would she be her own cat?

Greystep hoped that she wouldn't change, that she would always stay how she was.

He really was appreciating the younger cat's company at the moment. With everything that had happened recently, especially the move, he could use a friend like her. Someone who looked on the bright side of life. Someone who was unafraid to explore unknown territories...at least, that was his opinion on her. A little bothersome, but not so much so that she was intolerable. In his opinion, she was the perfect blend of a cat. And he was looking forwards to seeing her grow up, and perhaps one day she would have a family of her own. A bunch of little Splotchfeathers running around all over the place. I can just imagine. He thought with a smile, the tip of his tail twitching as he did so. That was certainly an interesting thought, and he wondered if it would someday become a reality.

He hoped so.

She was still young, she had plenty of time to find some cat who would make her just as happy as she was making him right now. The tom smiled at her sudden flow of words, and he glanced up at the sky. It wouldn't be long until dark, and by the way things were going, he imagined that they probably wouldn't have too long out in the territory. Okay. Don't mess this up. You can do this right, just be calm and take a breath. Be calm and take a breath. He thought, taking his advice as soon as he could. Sometimes he felt a little stressed out, trying to be friendly towards the she cat. And if his stammer were to return, she might think something was wrong, when nothing was really wrong, it was just all part of who the tom was. He didn't like it, but that was the way things were.

If he could have changed them, though, he honestly wouldn't have changed a single thing.

It was a strange relationship that he felt towards himself-- sometimes love, sometimes hatred, sometimes nothing. "You could say that. We're just going on a little walk. See if we can spot some birds, butterflies...anything like that. Maybe do some hunting. Do you like hunting?" He asked, cocking his head to the side as he examined the she cat. Somehow, she struck him as someone who wouldn't like hunting at all. Maybe because she didn't like killing, or...something like that. He didn't mind it, unlike some cats who would let their prey go-- if it wasn't too badly hurt-- and watch it move away as fast as it could go. He had never understood why you would do that, and lose prey for the Clan. That didn't make any sense to him at all, but he supposed they had their own reason for it.

No matter how strange or foreign it seemed to him.

Splotchfeather padded after a flying bug, pawing at it to not hurt it. She twitched her ears at hearing the grey warrior. ''My hunting is...alright, I suppose.'' She says, and eyes a nearby bird nest. The blue bird came back to her nest, cuddling her little ones. She turned slightly to the left and had to slow down so that the grey warrior could keep pace with her. She had to remember that he wasn't as young as she was, and that he was growing older daily, and she wasn't growing younger, but she would someday be his age. Maybe, she'd grow up then. This made her laugh a bit. It would be comical for that day to come. She would actually be mature.
One thing she did hope was to grow old, in a pretty way. Her mother was young when she died, and Splotchfeather did not know who she would take after when she got the age.
It didn't worry her at all.
She embraced it because it was apart of life.
Though many cats seen her happy state, she was in hysterics in the inside. She feared that she would always remain mateless, and kitless. She wanted kits. Badly. She wanted to sing to them the many songs that she heard back in her prime time. What if that never came? What if that day never came? She'd grow up. Perhaps, not a grump, but she'd always see the world as a happy sphere, and even if she didn't have kits, she would tell the tales and sing the songs to the other queen's kits.
Splotchfeather nodded to herself. That's exactly what she would do.
Splotchfeather took interest in the grey warrior. Though he was way older than she was. She didn't find herself liking him in that way, but she felt a strange connection. A purr escaped her throat, and once again she felt a sense of safety wash over her when in the grey warrior's presence.
She edged closer to her, looking at him with a innocent type of curiosity. ''Do you know a few moves you could teach me to improve my hunting skills?'' She tilted her head upwards. She knew he was growing older, but she wondered if he still had a few moves in his body.
After all, she was very happy- no, ecstatic, that he stopped his stammering to a minimal. She felt as if she was talking to a normal cat! She felt a longing of trust between them, and she definitely felt a happy peaceful feeling in her heart. ''Honestly, I'm more an agile type of she-cat...even if I'm clumsy to a max.'' She twitched her tail. ''Nothing out of the ordinary. I have been very unpredictable since we first met.'' She giggled.

[lone]

Splotchfeather padded after a flying bug, pawing at it to not hurt it. She twitched her ears at hearing the grey warrior. ''My hunting is...alright, I suppose.'' She says, and eyes a nearby bird nest. The blue bird came back to her nest, cuddling her little ones. She turned slightly to the left and had to slow down so that the grey warrior could keep pace with her. She had to remember that he wasn't as young as she was, and that he was growing older daily, and she wasn't growing younger, but she would someday be his age. Maybe, she'd grow up then. This made her laugh a bit. It would be comical for that day to come. She would actually be mature.
One thing she did hope was to grow old, in a pretty way. Her mother was young when she died, and Splotchfeather did not know who she would take after when she got the age.
It didn't worry her at all.
She embraced it because it was apart of life.
Though many cats seen her happy state, she was in hysterics in the inside. She feared that she would always remain mateless, and kitless. She wanted kits. Badly. She wanted to sing to them the many songs that she heard back in her prime time. What if that never came? What if that day never came? She'd grow up. Perhaps, not a grump, but she'd always see the world as a happy sphere, and even if she didn't have kits, she would tell the tales and sing the songs to the other queen's kits.
Splotchfeather nodded to herself. That's exactly what she would do.
Splotchfeather took interest in the grey warrior. Though he was way older than she was. She didn't find herself liking him in that way, but she felt a strange connection. A purr escaped her throat, and once again she felt a sense of safety wash over her when in the grey warrior's presence.
She edged closer to her, looking at him with a innocent type of curiosity. ''Do you know a few moves you could teach me to improve my hunting skills?'' She tilted her head upwards. She knew he was growing older, but she wondered if he still had a few moves in his body.
After all, she was very happy- no, ecstatic, that he stopped his stammering to a minimal. She felt as if she was talking to a normal cat! She felt a longing of trust between them, and she definitely felt a happy peaceful feeling in her heart. ''Honestly, I'm more an agile type of she-cat...even if I'm clumsy to a max.'' She twitched her tail. ''Nothing out of the ordinary. I have been very unpredictable since we first met.'' She giggled.

The tom glanced nervously at the she cat, glancing up at the sky where he could see birds flying. They were so pretty, with their feathers gleaming in the sun...Greystep loved birds. He hated catching them, he tended to stick to ground animals...so in a way, he sort of understood why a cat would release the very prey they had worked so hard to catch. Perhaps they felt bad for it. Perhaps they realized that the animal might have a family of it's own, someone that they were looking for and hoping to see at night, and then...and then they would never see their little critter families again. The thought made the dark furred tom somewhat sad, and he wondered if he would ever have the heart to kill a bird or a small animal again. He cleared his throat and looked down at the ground, before back at Splotchfeather.

One thing that he was looking forwards to in his older age was becoming an elder...and although that was an odd thing to look forwards to, Greystep was hoping that young cats like Splotchfeather-- but apprentices and kits-- would come in and ask him to tell them stories. And he would tell them of the Liberation, of the times when things had been rough in SkyClan, and if times like that came again...he would be able to tell them to be brave. That things would get better again sometime soon, that they just needed to keep their heads up.

Of course, that might not be the type of thing that a young cat would want to hear. They might want to hear how to fight, how to win-- in which case Greystep would most definitely not be able to help them. "I'm a little old to be showing you that type of thing, but I suppose I could try. I guess I could always try." He shrugged, grinning over at the younger she cat with a spark in his hues. He wasn't really sure about showing her true hunting tactics, as he hadn't been able to hunt in a long time-- perhaps it was not so much his fault as the fault of the battle. Though technically the fear was all his fault. There was no way for it not to be, after all... didn't he control his own fear?

Perhaps not. Greystep glanced around at the territory around him, taking everything in at once. Everything was just so beautiful, it was impossible for him to feel as though he didn't belong out here. Maybe he would even take the young she cat to one of his favorite spots. "Clumsy to the max, huh? You don't strike me as much of a clumsy cat. Upbeat, yes. Friendly, yes. But clumsy doesn't seem like it would be your type of thing," He mewed, cocking his head to the side as he did so. Perhaps he was wrong. Maybe she was extraordinarily clumsy, and he was going to embarrass her by telling her that she wasn't. "Then again, I could always be wrong-- and I often am. Sorry," He added hastily, lowering his head so that he was looking at the ground.

He knew that it was normal for him to be wrong, but he wanted to be right this time.
{@NoireRose ({@NoireRose)}

[Brilliance]

The tom glanced nervously at the she cat, glancing up at the sky where he could see birds flying. They were so pretty, with their feathers gleaming in the sun...Greystep loved birds. He hated catching them, he tended to stick to ground animals...so in a way, he sort of understood why a cat would release the very prey they had worked so hard to catch. Perhaps they felt bad for it. Perhaps they realized that the animal might have a family of it's own, someone that they were looking for and hoping to see at night, and then...and then they would never see their little critter families again. The thought made the dark furred tom somewhat sad, and he wondered if he would ever have the heart to kill a bird or a small animal again. He cleared his throat and looked down at the ground, before back at Splotchfeather.

One thing that he was looking forwards to in his older age was becoming an elder...and although that was an odd thing to look forwards to, Greystep was hoping that young cats like Splotchfeather-- but apprentices and kits-- would come in and ask him to tell them stories. And he would tell them of the Liberation, of the times when things had been rough in SkyClan, and if times like that came again...he would be able to tell them to be brave. That things would get better again sometime soon, that they just needed to keep their heads up.

Of course, that might not be the type of thing that a young cat would want to hear. They might want to hear how to fight, how to win-- in which case Greystep would most definitely not be able to help them. "I'm a little old to be showing you that type of thing, but I suppose I could try. I guess I could always try." He shrugged, grinning over at the younger she cat with a spark in his hues. He wasn't really sure about showing her true hunting tactics, as he hadn't been able to hunt in a long time-- perhaps it was not so much his fault as the fault of the battle. Though technically the fear was all his fault. There was no way for it not to be, after all... didn't he control his own fear?

Perhaps not. Greystep glanced around at the territory around him, taking everything in at once. Everything was just so beautiful, it was impossible for him to feel as though he didn't belong out here. Maybe he would even take the young she cat to one of his favorite spots. "Clumsy to the max, huh? You don't strike me as much of a clumsy cat. Upbeat, yes. Friendly, yes. But clumsy doesn't seem like it would be your type of thing," He mewed, cocking his head to the side as he did so. Perhaps he was wrong. Maybe she was extraordinarily clumsy, and he was going to embarrass her by telling her that she wasn't. "Then again, I could always be wrong-- and I often am. Sorry," He added hastily, lowering his head so that he was looking at the ground.

He knew that it was normal for him to be wrong, but he wanted to be right this time.
{@NoireRose ({@NoireRose)}

''Excuses, excuses, excuses,'' Splotchfeather sang with a tilt of her head towards her older friend. ''They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks,'' she started, then added, ''Not saying your a dog or anything. I don't want to offend you. Dogs are very...meanies. They're bullies actually! I actually ran from one long ago. Well, I didn't run, but my mother was carrying me by the scruff because I lacked in running at that time. I was really young-'' Splotchfeather stopped herself, noticing she was getting off track once again. ''Whoops, sorry about that. I tend to ramble...a lot.'' And, what was I saying before? ''Oh, right, about the old dog thing...well, how about they say you can't teach an old cat new tricks? Sounds better? I think so too, but maybe an old cat can teach a young one new tricks.'' She suddenly jumped in the air, and crouched. ''And, who said you had to do any of the work? You can guide me through it! I know you'll be an excellent teacher!'' This then got her thinking on another path, and she asked him, ''Have you ever taught any apprentices?'' She cocked her head to one side in question. ''It's okay if you hadn't...I didn't either. I'm still waiting if I'm honest, but one day...one day, I might mentor a little spunkaroo of my own!'' Her eyes glimmered with hope, and as they were walking, she slightly tripped over a walk, but saved her fall. Funny, how he was just talking about that.
''Oh, um, yup!'' Splotchfeather mused. ''It comes with the package of rainbows, butterflies, and birdies!'' She laughed to herself. ''I never watch where I'm going as you can tell.'' She hopped around, skipping happily.
''I don't know why I'm clumsy, but I enjoy the trait a lot!'' She looks at him with a bright smile. ''I like to think that surprises are-'' She was cut off, as one of her paws plunge into a dirt hole that she did not see. She yelped, thinking she would fall face flat, but sighed in relief that her paw only took the damage. She lifted her paw carefully to inspect it of any injuries. ''awaiting me.'' She finishes and feels a tinge of pink under her fur from embarrassment.
''But I'm alright!'' She hopped back to her paws, with a slight limp. One she regained her balance she begin pouncing around again. ''It really doesn't stop me from being hyper all the time.'' She giggled. ''I bet that's one of the most impressions I gave you, huh? I do have to admire you a lot, Greystep. Dealing with me mostly?'' She pinned her ears to her head. ''You've been here for me more than my own dad. That's a shame, but frankly, it's a blessing!'' And, she continued to jump around at noticing a small bird. An unknown breed, but it had her intrigued to follow it, and hollering at it to come play with her.

[meraki]

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Arrowpaw glanced over at him thankfully. He knew he wasn't the only one with worries and it warmed him that his friend stood up and said something aswel. The cold still seeped through his thin fur,the snow crunching under his paws and going between his toes as he walked. He wasn't meaning to look weak or helpless but his shivering continued,his teeth slightly chattering under his breath. He felt somewhat warm though,with Ivypaw pressed into one of his sides and Ploverpaw pressed against his other. He glanced over at the tom for a moment.

To him Plover hasn't changed one bit from when they first knew eachother,despite the gender change he was quiet happy that the tom felt more comfortable with himself and was an ongoing supporter. He'd do anything to make sure the other was safe,even if he worried out of his wits to do so. But to him this trip didn't seem entirely safe which is why he was so worried. he agreed with his friend,he'd much rather be in his nest,perhaps share one with Plover due to the cold,then be out here. But his friends wanted to have fun,and he wouldn't tarnish that.

"Forestpaw lead us where you wanted to go,I-I don't really appreciate freezing my tail off."
fenic! milo xxJaggededgexx KitKat12

Finchpaw sighed impatiently. "Can we just get going? I'm tired of standing out in the cold with nothing to do. You must have had a plan before waking us up in the middle of the night. Listen, I'm not one to complain, but could we just get going? There is absolutely no point in standing around in the freezing cold if you haven't even an idea of what to do. Now, if no one has any ideas, I will come up with something actually worth waking up before dawn for." They snapped bitterly. They were right; it was uncommon to hear them complain, but when nothing was being done, Finchpaw would step up. If Forestpaw had simply decided to wake them up to go on a bornibg stroll, they'd make sure to find something interesting to do. Something worth freezing your tail off. Their tail twitched impatiently as they awaited the response of the rest of the group and Forestpaw. They seemed rather mean now, but once everything was in order, they'd loosen up and joke around like normal. But until then, Finch would just have to step up.

[oats]

fenic! milo xxJaggededgexx KitKat12

Finchpaw sighed impatiently. "Can we just get going? I'm tired of standing out in the cold with nothing to do. You must have had a plan before waking us up in the middle of the night. Listen, I'm not one to complain, but could we just get going? There is absolutely no point in standing around in the freezing cold if you haven't even an idea of what to do. Now, if no one has any ideas, I will come up with something actually worth waking up before dawn for." They snapped bitterly. They were right; it was uncommon to hear them complain, but when nothing was being done, Finchpaw would step up. If Forestpaw had simply decided to wake them up to go on a bornibg stroll, they'd make sure to find something interesting to do. Something worth freezing your tail off. Their tail twitched impatiently as they awaited the response of the rest of the group and Forestpaw. They seemed rather mean now, but once everything was in order, they'd loosen up and joke around like normal. But until then, Finch would just have to step up.
( sorry for the short length ahaa )
Ploverpaw nodded, sharing the unrestful opinions of the rest of the group. Yes, Forestpaw was quite strong-willed and generally the decisionmaker for the band of friends, but the fact that nobody seemed enthusiastic about standing out in the snow was unignorable. "Finchpaw.." The tom tried to mumble a response, but he seemed to lose his voice moments after the last syllable left his throat. Stopping in his tracks, Ploverpaw looked up at his friend, tail whisking through the air. He looked away, still uncharacteristically nervous.

[lone]

''Excuses, excuses, excuses,'' Splotchfeather sang with a tilt of her head towards her older friend. ''They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks,'' she started, then added, ''Not saying your a dog or anything. I don't want to offend you. Dogs are very...meanies. They're bullies actually! I actually ran from one long ago. Well, I didn't run, but my mother was carrying me by the scruff because I lacked in running at that time. I was really young-'' Splotchfeather stopped herself, noticing she was getting off track once again. ''Whoops, sorry about that. I tend to ramble...a lot.'' And, what was I saying before? ''Oh, right, about the old dog thing...well, how about they say you can't teach an old cat new tricks? Sounds better? I think so too, but maybe an old cat can teach a young one new tricks.'' She suddenly jumped in the air, and crouched. ''And, who said you had to do any of the work? You can guide me through it! I know you'll be an excellent teacher!'' This then got her thinking on another path, and she asked him, ''Have you ever taught any apprentices?'' She cocked her head to one side in question. ''It's okay if you hadn't...I didn't either. I'm still waiting if I'm honest, but one day...one day, I might mentor a little spunkaroo of my own!'' Her eyes glimmered with hope, and as they were walking, she slightly tripped over a walk, but saved her fall. Funny, how he was just talking about that.
''Oh, um, yup!'' Splotchfeather mused. ''It comes with the package of rainbows, butterflies, and birdies!'' She laughed to herself. ''I never watch where I'm going as you can tell.'' She hopped around, skipping happily.
''I don't know why I'm clumsy, but I enjoy the trait a lot!'' She looks at him with a bright smile. ''I like to think that surprises are-'' She was cut off, as one of her paws plunge into a dirt hole that she did not see. She yelped, thinking she would fall face flat, but sighed in relief that her paw only took the damage. She lifted her paw carefully to inspect it of any injuries. ''awaiting me.'' She finishes and feels a tinge of pink under her fur from embarrassment.
''But I'm alright!'' She hopped back to her paws, with a slight limp. One she regained her balance she begin pouncing around again. ''It really doesn't stop me from being hyper all the time.'' She giggled. ''I bet that's one of the most impressions I gave you, huh? I do have to admire you a lot, Greystep. Dealing with me mostly?'' She pinned her ears to her head. ''You've been here for me more than my own dad. That's a shame, but frankly, it's a blessing!'' And, she continued to jump around at noticing a small bird. An unknown breed, but it had her intrigued to follow it, and hollering at it to come play with her.

The Maine Coon chuckled, a purr rumbling in his throat at the younger cat's antics. He was a great deal older then her, but he could remember when he had been her age-- all those moons ago. Things had been better then. Much, much better...and he had loved living in that time. Of course, he hadn't known Owlwing. Or Splotchfeather herself. She probably wouldn't have been a part of the Clans back then, based on the story that the she cat was telling him at the moment about dogs. "Wait-- you remember that? That was a long time ago, if you couldn't even run yet," The tom mewed, his hues shooting open in surprise as she finished-- or cut herself off, more like, but either way it seemed as though she was finished speaking about that. Dogs. Greystep had seen a dog once before, a large, ferocious looking creature with eyes that gleamed and sparked with an inner fire.

And they were always out for blood. For the kill. He wondered why dogs seemed to hate cats so much...what had they ever done? Anything they did, it was in self defense, while dogs chased them and snarled at them, ripping them apart, like they were just any other prey. And then they didn't even eat! If they're going to kill us, you'd think they'd have the brains to eat us too, The tom thought with a snort. Not that he was complaining. If dogs didn't want to eat cats, that was perfectly fine with him. Especially since it meant that he would be safe- or at least, safer. "Well, I suppose if you really want to give it a try...we could give it a shot. But remember, I'm definitely not as good as I used to be. I'm old now." He mewed, nudging the she cat with a slight smile on his maw.

Greystep had definitely opened up a lot more since he had stopped stammering. He was really a friendlier-- and braver-- cat then he looked, though he still wasn't brave enough to take on a bunch of cats at one time. His hues glanced around the territory almost nervously before he sighed and stepped beside Splotchfeather. "To answer your question--" He began, but before he could finish his sentence, the she cat had half fallen into the hole. Greystep's ears went back against his head and he shifted his weight, terror filling his expression before she lifted her paw and appeared to be doing...well...as well as could be expected. Breathing a sigh of relief, the tip of the tom's tail began to twitch back and forth, moving at quick speeds before he continued onwards beside the she cat, smiling as she continued to speak for a moment.

"As I was saying before...to answer your question, I do have an apprentice. He'll be a warrior soon, I suppose." Greystep shrugged a little as he half-sidestepped the she cat who bounced in his way. At her next words, his ears went back again and he looked down at the ground, partly embarrassed...and partly feeling horrible. How could someone not want the young she cat? She was just about everything Greystep would imagine a good daughter to be... though she was a touch energetic for him. Still, he wouldn't leave her now...not after hearing her say that. He would feel awful if he did. "Well, he couldn't have been much of a Dad then. But he did do one good thing-- he helped bring you into the world," He mewed, tapping the she cat lightly with the tip of his fluffy tail.

[Brilliance]

The Maine Coon chuckled, a purr rumbling in his throat at the younger cat's antics. He was a great deal older then her, but he could remember when he had been her age-- all those moons ago. Things had been better then. Much, much better...and he had loved living in that time. Of course, he hadn't known Owlwing. Or Splotchfeather herself. She probably wouldn't have been a part of the Clans back then, based on the story that the she cat was telling him at the moment about dogs. "Wait-- you remember that? That was a long time ago, if you couldn't even run yet," The tom mewed, his hues shooting open in surprise as she finished-- or cut herself off, more like, but either way it seemed as though she was finished speaking about that. Dogs. Greystep had seen a dog once before, a large, ferocious looking creature with eyes that gleamed and sparked with an inner fire.

And they were always out for blood. For the kill. He wondered why dogs seemed to hate cats so much...what had they ever done? Anything they did, it was in self defense, while dogs chased them and snarled at them, ripping them apart, like they were just any other prey. And then they didn't even eat! If they're going to kill us, you'd think they'd have the brains to eat us too, The tom thought with a snort. Not that he was complaining. If dogs didn't want to eat cats, that was perfectly fine with him. Especially since it meant that he would be safe- or at least, safer. "Well, I suppose if you really want to give it a try...we could give it a shot. But remember, I'm definitely not as good as I used to be. I'm old now." He mewed, nudging the she cat with a slight smile on his maw.

Greystep had definitely opened up a lot more since he had stopped stammering. He was really a friendlier-- and braver-- cat then he looked, though he still wasn't brave enough to take on a bunch of cats at one time. His hues glanced around the territory almost nervously before he sighed and stepped beside Splotchfeather. "To answer your question--" He began, but before he could finish his sentence, the she cat had half fallen into the hole. Greystep's ears went back against his head and he shifted his weight, terror filling his expression before she lifted her paw and appeared to be doing...well...as well as could be expected. Breathing a sigh of relief, the tip of the tom's tail began to twitch back and forth, moving at quick speeds before he continued onwards beside the she cat, smiling as she continued to speak for a moment.

"As I was saying before...to answer your question, I do have an apprentice. He'll be a warrior soon, I suppose." Greystep shrugged a little as he half-sidestepped the she cat who bounced in his way. At her next words, his ears went back again and he looked down at the ground, partly embarrassed...and partly feeling horrible. How could someone not want the young she cat? She was just about everything Greystep would imagine a good daughter to be... though she was a touch energetic for him. Still, he wouldn't leave her now...not after hearing her say that. He would feel awful if he did. "Well, he couldn't have been much of a Dad then. But he did do one good thing-- he helped bring you into the world," He mewed, tapping the she cat lightly with the tip of his fluffy tail.

Splotchfeather ceased her ongoing thoughts to pay full attention to her friend. She nodded her head, ''My mind always been that way. I could remember a lot of things. Such as the last words my mother said to me. Exactly, Splotch stay on that side of the path! Don't you dare follow me! Don't you dare leave your brother!'' She recited perfectly, adding a small hint of authority in her voice that her mother used. Splotchfeather put her muzzle in the air, exaimining the sky. She wondered how long would it be before night befell them. She wondered how long she had been up anyway.
Splotchfeather turned back to Greystep, nodding excitedly. ''Stop saying you're old now!'' She snapped, playfully. ''If you can still laugh, then you're still young. If you noticed that you stopped laughing...then you're growing older.'' She took a look at her paws. ''I know I'll be older soon, but I constantly wonder what will i be doing once I retire to the elder's den.'' She shuddered. It wasn't a thought that she wanted to concentrate on. Splotchfeather just knew that she never wanted to stop being...what was that word Greystep used to describe her? Upbeat... that was the word. She didn't want to lose that trait, even though she was never described as such. It was nice to have another cat say something nice about her for once. Instead of being a constant nuisance around camp because she was so happy.
One thing she did note? These cats needed her. Her singing, for some odd reason, soothed them, and it was the only time where she remained mellow enough to stay in beat. She was happy to do it. As long as she was accepted and made others happy.
''If I'm being honest,'' She begins. ''I think you'll be perfectly fine. Yeah, physically you're older, but spirituality you're young. You seem to be full of heart.'' She was touched about his comment about her dad. Splotchfeather never told anyone how much of a failure she thought she was. For a long time she thought her mother left her because she wanted to be with her brother...Oh Shake, I'm sorry that I was selfish. When they were born, Splotchfeather was definitely close to her mother, but her mother was closer to her brother, it seemed in the calico's mind. She was envious at a young age. As she grew a little older, and at the lost of both her mother and later months her second brother, Shay. She realized that her emotions got the best of her. She tried...so hard to be that rock that Shay looked up to. Yet, she failed him too. But at that time, how can one kit look after another if she hardly knew any survival skills. She depended solely on her mother.
Yet, she was surprised that she was still alive. Breathing.
This made her stronger, and she mask her pain by being optimistic.
''Yeah, I suppose.'' Though it was tainted with reluctance. She thought it was better for her dad to never have met her mother. She thought it would be better to never have been born.
Spotchfeather shook her head, ceasing the terrible thoughts. She wasn't going back that way again, not that anyone noticed. Ever since she was a young kit, she was optimistic! Even if she was let down. It was seldom that she wasn't seen smiling or lollygagging.
''He'll be a warrior soon?'' She skipped to a happier start. ''Ohhhh~Will I be able to meet him? Especially since you trained him, I bet he'll be a great warrior!'' The calico she-cat smiled. Splotchfeather wondered however did the grey tom train his warrior. Did he share a good relationship with his apprentice? Was he scared at first to train the apprentice? Was he stuttering profusely upon being assigned the apprentice? There were so many questions swarming in her head, but she didn't voice them. She didn't want to be rude, but she was happy that he did train another apprentice. She figured he was a loner, and didn't want to be bothered by anyone, yet she broke that. And, she was happy. Splotchfeather glanced at him once again. This cat should had been her father. Even if he had his quirks, he was the one she looked up to...surprisingly. The past was the past, and there was nothing she could do about it. She only prayed to Starclan that he would be around to meet her family...most likely her kits and her mate. If Starclan doesn't forbid it. Even if it doesn't happen, she'd honor him by telling her kits how great of a cat he was, and perhaps even name one after him.

[Spirit]

The Bi-coloured Tom let out a squeak as the older cat cut his path off. Wurzel preffered to hunt lower down in the trees, and even then he preferred to hunt the larger, but slows birds that came by; so he wasn't used for the high pace of the Skyclan cats. He shuffled back onto an older branch, it creaked under his wait, but it held. The Tom slowly backed up; planning to jump over to another tree. But was dismayed when he realised there were no trees that were close enough. He cursed at his foolishness. "I'm sorry! I was hungry and I didn't realise I was in your territory, and it was only one piece of prey!..." He mewed with fright; nearly screaming when he realised what he just said. Why did I do that? They guard their prey like their cats! "I could catch another peice for you; I'll do it in my territory, but it won't be big." The tom wept, though he was kind, hard-working, and loyal, Wurzel was not brave.

{ Trashy Sky Spirit }

Nightshade growled lightly. What had this cat just said? Not only was he intruding into their territory, he had also stolen prey! In the leaf-bare days like this, it was hard enough as it was to get prey enough not to starve the clan, but with intruders stealing from them? The clan could starve! "I'll have to take you to our leader, young one" he began, the disgust dripping of every word escaping his mouth. "Not only do you intrude on out land, you also steal prey from our already starving clan!" He hissed. By now, his words were dripping of both hatred, anger and disgust. He wasn't usually one to go angry, but when anyone threatened his clan, we could go nuts. He had kits of his own to take care of back in camp. And they needed that prey that this intruder had stolen.
Taking a step further into the dead branch, Nightshade did not realize, in his anger, that the branch was about to collapse.

[doghouse]

Maplespiders ears perked at the motion of the robin Lioncry was motioning to,but her mouth watered at the scent of a squirrel. She nodded off to Lioncry,figuring she could get it on her own. The rodent was in the trees with her,a few branches away as she crepted silently closer,creeping from branch to branch with ease. But,a branch had shifted under her weight seeing at it was thinner,so the prey bolted by jumping to another tree,but Maple herself was practically a squirrel as well in which she followed,using her hind legs to push off and her front claws extended to catch herself on the other tree. She hoped her noise wasn't disrupting Lioncrys hunt,but she was a little bit away so she hoped not. It felt nice to have the breeze through her fur again,chasing after a piece of prey through the trees as she jumped nimbly from one to another.

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Lioncry shifted slightly, turning to search more thoroughly for the robin that she could still strongly scent. Ears pricked forwards, she studied her surroundings, at last her orbs catching sight of a dark bird with a russet breast in a nearby patch of thick vines and brambles, but not so thick that she wouldn't be able to slip through. Yes, she would have minor difficulties, but it would be relatively easy. Stalking silently forwards as if each step was like thin ice and could shatter at the slightest of slipups, causing her to be lost to the world, she slowly made her way closing, hardly daring to breathe as she got within pouncing distance. She crouched, her hind legs far forwards and muscles tensed, ready to spring forth at a moment's notice. She watched as the bird turned away entirely, then leaped, claws outstretched. The robin let out a raucous cry of alarm and took upwards, but Lioncry had leaped to suddenly, her her claws hurried themselves into the birds back. There was the satisfying cruch of bone as the bird was driven to the ground, and Lioncry picked up the limp creature in her jaws, then turned to see Maplespider leap out of the tree, causing Lioncry to nearly drop her catch.

[monfang]

{ Nighty sorry this is late ;n;}
Scorchedpetal giggled as she talked to him, and smiled at him, then she looked at the stars, and purred. The stars always complimented her pelt and eyes, and it always made her feel great, and she loved to watch them with Cliff. She padded into the clearing that made the meadow and then breathed in and signed happily as she layed down and looked up. She looked and saw two starts above her and she purred at the thought it was her little analogy that brought them together. Maybe you just need your twin star... the words echoed in her head the way he looked at her as she said it how he realized maybe she was hat he needed. She felt the same as she said it to. Smiling she rose her head slightly and purred. "Twin Star." she said.

[graves]

Lioncry shifted slightly, turning to search more thoroughly for the robin that she could still strongly scent. Ears pricked forwards, she studied her surroundings, at last her orbs catching sight of a dark bird with a russet breast in a nearby patch of thick vines and brambles, but not so thick that she wouldn't be able to slip through. Yes, she would have minor difficulties, but it would be relatively easy. Stalking silently forwards as if each step was like thin ice and could shatter at the slightest of slipups, causing her to be lost to the world, she slowly made her way closing, hardly daring to breathe as she got within pouncing distance. She crouched, her hind legs far forwards and muscles tensed, ready to spring forth at a moment's notice. She watched as the bird turned away entirely, then leaped, claws outstretched. The robin let out a raucous cry of alarm and took upwards, but Lioncry had leaped to suddenly, her her claws hurried themselves into the birds back. There was the satisfying cruch of bone as the bird was driven to the ground, and Lioncry picked up the limp creature in her jaws, then turned to see Maplespider leap out of the tree, causing Lioncry to nearly drop her catch.
The prey was so close to her claws she could feel the breeze it created against her paws. As she jumped from branch to branch swiftly she'd dig her paws in the bark everytime before using her long limbs to push off of them swiftly,bending them a bit in the process which was scary because they could crack under her weight if they wanted. But she was confident when in the trees,her blue hues were focused on the rodent ahead of her. her thick claws were so close until-it dropped. The squirrel had dropped many feet below,and onto the ground. Of course it being so small and nimble it didn't have any injuries,but that didn't stop Maple. She let herself fall,claws out stretched towards it. She felt slightly scared from jumping so high,seeing if she landed wrong she could break a limb. But by the sound of the satisfying crunch under her paws told her she had landed on the ground safely,and had landed on the squirrel. The impact had killed the rodent instantly, and Maple took a few breaths from having to run so fast. She picked up her kill and made her way to Lioncry,as if what she did was at all normal. She dropped her kill when she was by the larger warrior again,taking deeps breaths which made it look like steam was coming from her mouth. "Nice catch." she smiled.

[doghouse]

The prey was so close to her claws she could feel the breeze it created against her paws. As she jumped from branch to branch swiftly she'd dig her paws in the bark everytime before using her long limbs to push off of them swiftly,bending them a bit in the process which was scary because they could crack under her weight if they wanted. But she was confident when in the trees,her blue hues were focused on the rodent ahead of her. her thick claws were so close until-it dropped. The squirrel had dropped many feet below,and onto the ground. Of course it being so small and nimble it didn't have any injuries,but that didn't stop Maple. She let herself fall,claws out stretched towards it. She felt slightly scared from jumping so high,seeing if she landed wrong she could break a limb. But by the sound of the satisfying crunch under her paws told her she had landed on the ground safely,and had landed on the squirrel. The impact had killed the rodent instantly, and Maple took a few breaths from having to run so fast. She picked up her kill and made her way to Lioncry,as if what she did was at all normal. She dropped her kill when she was by the larger warrior again,taking deeps breaths which made it look like steam was coming from her mouth. "Nice catch." she smiled.
Lioncry stood, watching in awe at Maplespider's hunt. She couldn't help but stare, as she'd never seen anyone hunt like that, and she gained a newfound respect and admiration for the other molly. But she didn't envy Maplespider's skill, as she was glad that she would hunt as well as any cat, and could take down larger prey than a lot of the cats in SkyClan. She watched in silence, not moving at all for fear of somehow distracting the other she-cat, although Maplespider looked so intent upon the chase that the large golden tan warrior doubted that Maplespider would've noticed if Lioncry'd gone about yowling tt the top of her lungs. Of course, Lioncry would never in a million moons do such a beetle-brained thing as that. She was distracted from her thoughts as she saw Maplespider approaching, the squirrel limp on the warrior's jaws. “Thanks. That was amazing!” she breathed, raising her voice as high as she dared without scaring off all the prey from her to camp. She wondered whether or not they should keep hunting or take a break and he'd back to camp with the fairly large catch. Not large compared to newleaf, but large for leafbare.

[graves]

Lioncry stood, watching in awe at Maplespider's hunt. She couldn't help but stare, as she'd never seen anyone hunt like that, and she gained a newfound respect and admiration for the other molly. But she didn't envy Maplespider's skill, as she was glad that she would hunt as well as any cat, and could take down larger prey than a lot of the cats in SkyClan. She watched in silence, not moving at all for fear of somehow distracting the other she-cat, although Maplespider looked so intent upon the chase that the large golden tan warrior doubted that Maplespider would've noticed if Lioncry'd gone about yowling tt the top of her lungs. Of course, Lioncry would never in a million moons do such a beetle-brained thing as that. She was distracted from her thoughts as she saw Maplespider approaching, the squirrel limp on the warrior's jaws. “Thanks. That was amazing!” she breathed, raising her voice as high as she dared without scaring off all the prey from her to camp. She wondered whether or not they should keep hunting or take a break and he'd back to camp with the fairly large catch. Not large compared to newleaf, but large for leafbare.
She dropped her catch on the ground,taking in deep breaths. She felt like she just ran the whole territory in those few seconds,taking in needed air in her lungs. She smiled,"Thank you." her voice slightly quivered from taking in breaths. She was more modest of herself,she didn't think she was the best hunter nor the worst;but average. She didn't know that not every Skyclan cat could run that fast through the trees,or that not everycat had a skilled balanced as she. She was quick and nimble,as if she were soaring through the trees with wings. She looked at Lioncrys catch,"Thats a good catch! Especially for leaf bare." she was proud of their hunt,and really admired Lioncry for her hunting skills. While she may not dance in the trees like she,she had her own way of hunting and that was unique.

[BEAR.]

Brooklyn Trees

New-leaf was approaching, and with it came the sun and warmth that shone down through the canopy of trees and dappled the ground in golden tendrils of light. For any normal cat, walking through the forest would be followed by the sound of snow crunching beneath their paws, but for the faded spirit, his presence was met with silence. Being limited on what he could do in the physical world was frustrating in some aspects, and more often than not he was forced to bring herbs from StarClan in order to show Ebonypaw how to properly prepare and apply them.

Today was a similar day to herb preparation and application, although they had another goal in mind. Moving the clan in Leaf-bare meant that not a lot of the territory had been explored for herbs; they'd taken their supplies with them and scavenged as possible, and Aconiteheart wanted to seek out potential patches of usable medical supplies. This would also serve as a way to get Ebonypaw familiar with the territory that surrounded them. The ancient StarClan cat wasn't sure she had ever stepped outside camp beyond SkyClan's relocation.

[goddess of ducks]

{ Nighty sorry this is late ;n;}
Scorchedpetal giggled as she talked to him, and smiled at him, then she looked at the stars, and purred. The stars always complimented her pelt and eyes, and it always made her feel great, and she loved to watch them with Cliff. She padded into the clearing that made the meadow and then breathed in and signed happily as she layed down and looked up. She looked and saw two starts above her and she purred at the thought it was her little analogy that brought them together. Maybe you just need your twin star... the words echoed in her head the way he looked at her as she said it how he realized maybe she was hat he needed. She felt the same as she said it to. Smiling she rose her head slightly and purred. "Twin Star." she said.
Cliffheart limped along spbeside her, letting his tail draw over her back. The fading memories of his most recent nightmare were still haunting him, but they didn't seem as vivid as before. Just the thought of his own mind twisting and manipulating his thoughts and desires to use against him, terrified him. He didn't like the thought that his brain could turn against him in his sleep. He had always thought of sleep as a place for him to escape, but now..... Scorchedpetals mew startled him. The two words stirred a deep sense of admiration in him, and he loved the feeling. She truly loved him, why did he doubt that! No, he didn't doubt that, it was only a manipulation in his mind. He loved her, with everything he had, and then more. He had never had a relationship like this before, and it felt wonderful for him. "My Twin Star." He purred, giving his mate a comforting nuzzle. "Now, I've never seen you hunt before, show me what you got." He said in a playful challenging tone. Sure he was taunting her a bit and teasing, but he didn't want their putting to be completely useless.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Lunacross

Walking a few paw steps behind the spirit was a she-cat. She normally would have attempted to walk more closely to Aconiteheart, but being smaller and now hindered by the snow that was clumping in her short fur made her incapable of keeping up with the ancient tom's pace.

The new territory was very different than the territory she had known all her life from back before the relocation. Everything was unfamiliar. If not for the fact that Ebonypaw was following the Starclan cat she would have been completely lost, the sharp, cold scent of snow and ice obstructing her own scent. The young feline paused momentarily, turning to look behind her and drawing her eyes along the singular set of pawsteps, pressed into the snow as far back as she could see in the direction of where they had come.

Upon looking back towards Aconiteheart, Ebonypaw quickened her pace in an attempt to fall back behind him, her dark pelt spattered with the white of the crystalline rain.

[Momotaro]

Nightshade growled lightly. What had this cat just said? Not only was he intruding into their territory, he had also stolen prey! In the leaf-bare days like this, it was hard enough as it was to get prey enough not to starve the clan, but with intruders stealing from them? The clan could starve! "I'll have to take you to our leader, young one" he began, the disgust dripping of every word escaping his mouth. "Not only do you intrude on out land, you also steal prey from our already starving clan!" He hissed. By now, his words were dripping of both hatred, anger and disgust. He wasn't usually one to go angry, but when anyone threatened his clan, we could go nuts. He had kits of his own to take care of back in camp. And they needed that prey that this intruder had stolen.
Taking a step further into the dead branch, Nightshade did not realize, in his anger, that the branch was about to collapse.

Wurzel squeaked in fright, but not from Nightshade; the branch was about to fall. He called out; "The branch is about to collap-" To late, the half-dead branch started to fall, and in a few seconds, everything stood still. The toms first instinct was to get out the way, leap to safety, but then he thought a bit more. What about the sky-clanger. I stole prey, I can't leave him for dead, this is insane. With a rare flash of courage he grabbed Nightshade by his scruff, an impressive few for an 8 moon old cat and slammed into the tree, scrambling onto a sturdier branch.

[doghouse]

She dropped her catch on the ground,taking in deep breaths. She felt like she just ran the whole territory in those few seconds,taking in needed air in her lungs. She smiled,"Thank you." her voice slightly quivered from taking in breaths. She was more modest of herself,she didn't think she was the best hunter nor the worst;but average. She didn't know that not every Skyclan cat could run that fast through the trees,or that not everycat had a skilled balanced as she. She was quick and nimble,as if she were soaring through the trees with wings. She looked at Lioncrys catch,"Thats a good catch! Especially for leaf bare." she was proud of their hunt,and really admired Lioncry for her hunting skills. While she may not dance in the trees like she,she had her own way of hunting and that was unique.
She dropped her robin on the icy hard ground so that if she wanted to speak with Maplespider in a moment, she could with ease. She breathed in the cold air that made her lungs ache and pelt quiver, hardly noticing that it was so cold out. The crispness of the air and snow under-paw made her feel so alive and free, not like her nursery days at all. Or her apprentice days either. She flicked the blackish tip of her tail, she gave Maplespider a happy glance. “Thanks! I'm sure we're gonna need it.” she said happily, indicating that "we" meant everyone by waving her tail in the direction of camp. Lifting a paw, she pawed at small rust colored feather off her nose, trying her best not to sneeze. But it made her feel happy, she realized. Being here, alone in the territory, with Maplespider, and she sighed inaudibly, her tail twitching contentedly. She could hardly remember the last time she'd felt this happy, except for the day she'd decided to take care of Smokeykit, and now, each time she thought of the small sightless she-kit, a stone seemed to settle in her stomach, and she always grew rather anxious. But today, she would enjoy. Picking up her robin, she glanced happily at her Clanmate.

[doghouse]

Ivypaw nodded, rising up from her slight crouch, grateful that Shadepaw wasn't mad at her slightly bossy tone. Following her friend out of the apprentices den, words at the tip of her tongue begged her to tell Shadepaw what she thought they should do, but for now she let Shadepaw take the lead, walking beside her to hopefully block out some of the sun from hitting her pelt. And so, she followed the white she-cat, praying to Starclan that they didn't get caught.
(Post in camp first or skip to territory?)
Once into the territory, Shadepaw took up position in the shelter of an old elm tree, her chest puffed up proudly. The scrawny white apprentice gave Ivypaw a pleased half-grin, her eyes wide. “It worked!” she purred excitedly, then shuffled her paws. “I mean, not that I thought that it wouldn't or anything. I knew it would work.” she added slyly, her ears narrowed in a way that made it obvious that she was only teasing Ivypaw in a friendly way, and not being rude or anything. She wasn't mad at Ivypaw for being bossy, because she knew that that was just the way Ivypaw was, and being mad at Ivypaw for being herself was completely pointless, and would only lose their friendship.

[graves]

She dropped her robin on the icy hard ground so that if she wanted to speak with Maplespider in a moment, she could with ease. She breathed in the cold air that made her lungs ache and pelt quiver, hardly noticing that it was so cold out. The crispness of the air and snow under-paw made her feel so alive and free, not like her nursery days at all. Or her apprentice days either. She flicked the blackish tip of her tail, she gave Maplespider a happy glance. “Thanks! I'm sure we're gonna need it.” she said happily, indicating that "we" meant everyone by waving her tail in the direction of camp. Lifting a paw, she pawed at small rust colored feather off her nose, trying her best not to sneeze. But it made her feel happy, she realized. Being here, alone in the territory, with Maplespider, and she sighed inaudibly, her tail twitching contentedly. She could hardly remember the last time she'd felt this happy, except for the day she'd decided to take care of Smokeykit, and now, each time she thought of the small sightless she-kit, a stone seemed to settle in her stomach, and she always grew rather anxious. But today, she would enjoy. Picking up her robin, she glanced happily at her Clanmate.
She smiled and nodded. She felt proud of them,they had made great catches that would contribute to their clan. Leafbare was a hard season,while the snow was slowly melting under the gaze of the sun,it was still a hard season. But she was glad leafbare was coming to a close soon,she loved spring and leafbare the most. "I'm sure the clan will need it." she mewed. She bent down to sniff her catch,she wish she would have caught more. It seemed that she spent a lot of running on this piece of prey but wish she could have done more. She stopped thinking about it though and bent down to sniff her kill. She picked it up,letting the fur ruffle her nose a bit,"Shall we head back to camp?" her voice was slightly muffled from her prey in her mouth,teeth gently holding it as if it were a kit. She was glad she got to explore the territory with Lioncry,and it wasn't so bad either. It had been awhile since she spent time with someone,it felt nice to spend time outside of camp. If felt nice to spend it with Lioncry too.

[doghouse]

She smiled and nodded. She felt proud of them,they had made great catches that would contribute to their clan. Leafbare was a hard season,while the snow was slowly melting under the gaze of the sun,it was still a hard season. But she was glad leafbare was coming to a close soon,she loved spring and leafbare the most. "I'm sure the clan will need it." she mewed. She bent down to sniff her catch,she wish she would have caught more. It seemed that she spent a lot of running on this piece of prey but wish she could have done more. She stopped thinking about it though and bent down to sniff her kill. She picked it up,letting the fur ruffle her nose a bit,"Shall we head back to camp?" her voice was slightly muffled from her prey in her mouth,teeth gently holding it as if it were a kit. She was glad she got to explore the territory with Lioncry,and it wasn't so bad either. It had been awhile since she spent time with someone,it felt nice to spend time outside of camp. If felt nice to spend it with Lioncry too.
Lioncry looked around, her ears pricked and thick tail swishing to keep it from freezing. Last leafbare, she'd learned that as long as you were moving, you stayed warmer longer. Shifting her weight from paw to paw, the warrior looked at Maplespider. She was glad that she'd gotten to go out and do this. It was far better than moping around camp all day, at least, it was in her opinion. Shifting the bird in her mouth, she made it so she could talk a little bit easier and tilted her head to one side.“Yep, but if we see any more, no sense in leaving it.” she replied in a somewhat muffled whisper, trying not to chuckle, because if she did the chances of her swallowing feathers was quite high. Sighing, she began to walk in the general direction of camp, taking a nice slow pace, but still fast enough that it wouldn't be uncomfortable for Maplespider. The taste of the warm creature iin her mouth made her mouth water, but she ignored it, instead focusing on her surroundings and the gentle sound of her own breathing.

[BEAR.]

Brooklyn Trees

Glancing back, Aconiteheart was greeted by the sight of a snow-coated Ebonypaw, and the spotted tabby's expression twisted to something of amusement. "You're looking a bit icy," the spirit said. "How're you holding up?" Unlike his companion, the snow didn't hinder the entity, although Aconiteheart respectively slowed his pace to give her a chance to catch up.

"I know this isn't the most ideal weather for searching, but it's a good idea to get the lay of the land and see if there's any remnants of herbs left. Or growing, since New-leaf's approaching. It'll certainly be easier to take a gander when all the snow has melted, though the mud won't be pleasant to walk through. It'll be nice when that all dries up."

Aconiteheart knew he was rambling, and that Ebonypaw was aware of why they were there, but it didn't hurt to break the silence. "If we can't find anything, we could probably take some time to teach you defensive training. Even if medicine cats don't fight, it doesn't mean we shouldn't know how to defend ourselves if we're attacked."

[monfang]

Cliffheart limped along spbeside her, letting his tail draw over her back. The fading memories of his most recent nightmare were still haunting him, but they didn't seem as vivid as before. Just the thought of his own mind twisting and manipulating his thoughts and desires to use against him, terrified him. He didn't like the thought that his brain could turn against him in his sleep. He had always thought of sleep as a place for him to escape, but now..... Scorchedpetals mew startled him. The two words stirred a deep sense of admiration in him, and he loved the feeling. She truly loved him, why did he doubt that! No, he didn't doubt that, it was only a manipulation in his mind. He loved her, with everything he had, and then more. He had never had a relationship like this before, and it felt wonderful for him. "My Twin Star." He purred, giving his mate a comforting nuzzle. "Now, I've never seen you hunt before, show me what you got." He said in a playful challenging tone. Sure he was taunting her a bit and teasing, but he didn't want their putting to be completely useless.
Scorchedpetal purred playfully. "I would accept that challenge if I were actually going to have a challenge." she teased. "I don't want to hunt when you can't hun, plus this is just a stroll not a hunting party." she meowed and nuzzled him. "Now, how about this, you help me hunt, alright? Auroraflame says you're a good tracker, whether or not this is true is up to you to you to prove." she chuckled and looked around. She was a good hunter, yes, but she was also a terrible tracker, so, maybe she really wasn't the best hunter but the least he could do was help. "Oh, and don't think you can talk out if it. It will help out that leg of yours." she said, pointing her paw at his leg. He made alot of progress, and she wondered if their strolls help it. He was even staring to run a little! He was making amazing progress and she truly felt proud of him.

{oml we should make the kit thing soon and so sorry this is late i've been sick ;;}

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal purred playfully. "I would accept that challenge if I were actually going to have a challenge." she teased. "I don't want to hunt when you can't hun, plus this is just a stroll not a hunting party." she meowed and nuzzled him. "Now, how about this, you help me hunt, alright? Auroraflame says you're a good tracker, whether or not this is true is up to you to you to prove." she chuckled and looked around. She was a good hunter, yes, but she was also a terrible tracker, so, maybe she really wasn't the best hunter but the least he could do was help. "Oh, and don't think you can talk out if it. It will help out that leg of yours." she said, pointing her paw at his leg. He made alot of progress, and she wondered if their strolls help it. He was even staring to run a little! He was making amazing progress and she truly felt proud of him.

{oml we should make the kit thing soon and so sorry this is late i've been sick ;;}

[oml YASSS keets for Cliff and Scorched and then the mini plot thingy and asdfghjk I'm excited about them. But sorry you've been sick, it's never fun, trust me I had creepy crud for about a month before it went away]
Cliffheart wasn't exactly happy. He was fine watching her, fine observing her skills, letting her show off, but apparently she was that much like him in not wanting the other to be bored or feel left out. He gave her a soft smile and gave a nod. "Alright then, you chase I'll track, just like that whole Twin Star thing where we make each other shine brighter." He chuckled. The Star thing kept popping up in their conversation, but he didn't care, he thought it a cute nickname for the two of them. "Alright then, let's check this way in the woods." He mewed, his mind far from the thought of the nightmare. As he padded towards the woods, he remembered the last hunting session he had had. It was the time when it was just him and Auroraflame, strolling, hunting, laughing and having a good time. Then things took a turn for the worst and he had ended up a useless cat for the past several moons. It felt good for him though, to be able to help the Ckan out, to finally be able to do some good for it again. The Clan, after all was like a family to him, when he didn't have one of his own. Of course though now he had Scorchedpetal as his mate, but the Clan had always been there for him, so it was his duty to help keep it strong and healthy.

He lowered his nose to the ground and took deep steady breaths, drawing in the smallest scents. He picked up the stale scents of a coupe apprentices who strolled by, a tad but fresher scent of wren, and something else...squirrel! It smelled like it had been here in the past few minutes. The dusty tom turned around, facing his mate and companion. He drew his front paw over his maw, signaling for her to be quiet. His pastel green eyes were alight with the thrill of the hunt as he turned back, stalking the scent deeper into the woods. Finally the scent grew strong very quickly. Since his head had been low to the ground for the trek, he lifted his gaze up to the bases of all the trees nearby. Finally, his gaze rested on a patch of sunlight where some dull green ferns quivered behind it. He knew it was there, he could smell it. He flicked his tail towards the clump, hoping to get Scorchedpetaks attention in seeing it.

[monfang]

[oml YASSS keets for Cliff and Scorched and then the mini plot thingy and asdfghjk I'm excited about them. But sorry you've been sick, it's never fun, trust me I had creepy crud for about a month before it went away]
Cliffheart wasn't exactly happy. He was fine watching her, fine observing her skills, letting her show off, but apparently she was that much like him in not wanting the other to be bored or feel left out. He gave her a soft smile and gave a nod. "Alright then, you chase I'll track, just like that whole Twin Star thing where we make each other shine brighter." He chuckled. The Star thing kept popping up in their conversation, but he didn't care, he thought it a cute nickname for the two of them. "Alright then, let's check this way in the woods." He mewed, his mind far from the thought of the nightmare. As he padded towards the woods, he remembered the last hunting session he had had. It was the time when it was just him and Auroraflame, strolling, hunting, laughing and having a good time. Then things took a turn for the worst and he had ended up a useless cat for the past several moons. It felt good for him though, to be able to help the Ckan out, to finally be able to do some good for it again. The Clan, after all was like a family to him, when he didn't have one of his own. Of course though now he had Scorchedpetal as his mate, but the Clan had always been there for him, so it was his duty to help keep it strong and healthy.

He lowered his nose to the ground and took deep steady breaths, drawing in the smallest scents. He picked up the stale scents of a coupe apprentices who strolled by, a tad but fresher scent of wren, and something else...squirrel! It smelled like it had been here in the past few minutes. The dusty tom turned around, facing his mate and companion. He drew his front paw over his maw, signaling for her to be quiet. His pastel green eyes were alight with the thrill of the hunt as he turned back, stalking the scent deeper into the woods. Finally the scent grew strong very quickly. Since his head had been low to the ground for the trek, he lifted his gaze up to the bases of all the trees nearby. Finally, his gaze rested on a patch of sunlight where some dull green ferns quivered behind it. He knew it was there, he could smell it. He flicked his tail towards the clump, hoping to get Scorchedpetaks attention in seeing it.
Scorched laughed as he said what he did, and then followed, looking around. While he was getting the scents, she was still having trouble picking them up, and she stopped to a halt as he lifted his paw, and she nodded in response, and watched him carefully, her gaze scanning him. He turned and faced a bush, and when he pointed his tail to it she noticed the quivering of it. She looked at him, nodding, and lowered herself to the ground, her eyes wide as she silently stalked to the bush. Keeping low, she drew in a breath and was able to pick up it's scent. She halted as she neared the bush, and saw the squirrel jump out of the bush, it's bushy tail flicking as it rubbed it's whiskers, then it's eyes opened and she kept still as it looked at her. It sniffed, trying to see if there was danger near, and as fear shot through it, Scorchedpetal lunged and grabbed it with her claws. The squirrel squealed but she kept it down and soon bit it's neck, and waited until it no longer struggled against her, and fell limp in her jaws.

Smiling, she lifted it up and padded to Cliffheart, dropping it by his paws. "We make a pretty good team already." she purred, chuckling slightly. She looked around, and sniffed. She could smell a wren, but the scent was faint. Maybe Cliff could get a better scent? She looked at him and smiled again. "I think I can smell a wren somewhere, but I'm not sure. Mind taking a sniff?" she asked, purring slightly.

{oml what if she tells him like around this time?? after they catch something and then like they go rest in the meadow and she tells him o3o}

[goddess of ducks]

Scorched laughed as he said what he did, and then followed, looking around. While he was getting the scents, she was still having trouble picking them up, and she stopped to a halt as he lifted his paw, and she nodded in response, and watched him carefully, her gaze scanning him. He turned and faced a bush, and when he pointed his tail to it she noticed the quivering of it. She looked at him, nodding, and lowered herself to the ground, her eyes wide as she silently stalked to the bush. Keeping low, she drew in a breath and was able to pick up it's scent. She halted as she neared the bush, and saw the squirrel jump out of the bush, it's bushy tail flicking as it rubbed it's whiskers, then it's eyes opened and she kept still as it looked at her. It sniffed, trying to see if there was danger near, and as fear shot through it, Scorchedpetal lunged and grabbed it with her claws. The squirrel squealed but she kept it down and soon bit it's neck, and waited until it no longer struggled against her, and fell limp in her jaws.

Smiling, she lifted it up and padded to Cliffheart, dropping it by his paws. "We make a pretty good team already." she purred, chuckling slightly. She looked around, and sniffed. She could smell a wren, but the scent was faint. Maybe Cliff could get a better scent? She looked at him and smiled again. "I think I can smell a wren somewhere, but I'm not sure. Mind taking a sniff?" she asked, purring slightly.

{oml what if she tells him like around this time?? after they catch something and then like they go rest in the meadow and she tells him o3o}


[Yeshhh lets do it]
Cliffheart watched in admiration as the she cat padded towards it, so carefully and gracefully. He had to admit, she was a great Hunter. She stalking skills exceeded his by a long shot, mostly because of his leg and its stubbornness, but still. As he watched her hesitate, he waited in anticipation. She was going to get this.... He smiled happily as she launched towards the bush, springing in just the nick of time as it looked like the squirrel was about to take off. As she returned to him and dropped the squirrel, he purred in affection. "Yes I believe we do. You're an excellent hunter by the way." He smiled as he leaned forwards and licked her cheek. Upon hearing about the wren, he lowered his head and sniffed the ground. Nothing. He raised his head, pointed to the sky now, and sniffed again. He caught a whiff of something this time. Definitely some type of bird. "You're right there is a bird nearby. It flew towards the way we came, back towards the open field. Probably went searching for seed there." He said keeping his nose towards the sky. He took the lead again as he padded back, tracing the path they had just taken.

[monfang]

[Yeshhh lets do it]
Cliffheart watched in admiration as the she cat padded towards it, so carefully and gracefully. He had to admit, she was a great Hunter. She stalking skills exceeded his by a long shot, mostly because of his leg and its stubbornness, but still. As he watched her hesitate, he waited in anticipation. She was going to get this.... He smiled happily as she launched towards the bush, springing in just the nick of time as it looked like the squirrel was about to take off. As she returned to him and dropped the squirrel, he purred in affection. "Yes I believe we do. You're an excellent hunter by the way." He smiled as he leaned forwards and licked her cheek. Upon hearing about the wren, he lowered his head and sniffed the ground. Nothing. He raised his head, pointed to the sky now, and sniffed again. He caught a whiff of something this time. Definitely some type of bird. "You're right there is a bird nearby. It flew towards the way we came, back towards the open field. Probably went searching for seed there." He said keeping his nose towards the sky. He took the lead again as he padded back, tracing the path they had just taken.
Scorchedpetal quickly dug a hole and buried the squirrel for retrieval later. She then followed him, her gaze fixed on him as they padded to the clearing. She smiled, remembering the night sky as it was when they were last here, the brightness of the stars and the sights that intrigued her. And now the morning-lit meadow complimented her reddish-brown pelt as the grass was outlined in a beautiful orangish-yellow {i has great imagination}. She looked at him and then back at the field. She wasn't really up for hunting, right now she just wanted to have fun. She then chuckled and brushed by him as she trotted into the clearing, and then she sat in the middle as the sun outlined her pelt. And she then layed down in the grass and looked up at the clouds, the day was wonderfully cool and the songs of birds rang in the air. She liked this, it was beautiful, wonderful, it made her smile and made her feel wonderful, and then she remembered something. The whole reason she wanted to bring him out here. She looked over at him and waited for him to arrive, before she said anything. She hoped he'd find the news as exciting as she did.

{*totally not fangirling rn* :squee:}

[graves]

fenic! milo KitKat12 meraki

[I no longer consider Jag apart of this,bc she has gone a bit inactive so]

"Finchpaw just decide what were d-doing. I-I want to g-get moving." the thin cat was doing all he could not to shake and tremble,but he gave up at this point. He didn't want to wander around aimlessly,being out in the dark standing still in the middle of leaf bare was worse enough when they weren't doing anything. He felt cold,the low temperature seeping easily through his thin fur. He was very tempted to just go back,slip into the apprentices den again and snug into his feather filled nest. It was tempting,but he knew he couldn't leave his friends out here alone. Without him they would probably over look possible danger,like right now. They were out in the cold. What if one of them got sick? What if there was something lurking that was naked to their eye? There were so many possible things to be worried about,it only gave him more reason to stay. He didn't want his friends alone.

[goddess of ducks]

Scorchedpetal quickly dug a hole and buried the squirrel for retrieval later. She then followed him, her gaze fixed on him as they padded to the clearing. She smiled, remembering the night sky as it was when they were last here, the brightness of the stars and the sights that intrigued her. And now the morning-lit meadow complimented her reddish-brown pelt as the grass was outlined in a beautiful orangish-yellow {i has great imagination}. She looked at him and then back at the field. She wasn't really up for hunting, right now she just wanted to have fun. She then chuckled and brushed by him as she trotted into the clearing, and then she sat in the middle as the sun outlined her pelt. And she then layed down in the grass and looked up at the clouds, the day was wonderfully cool and the songs of birds rang in the air. She liked this, it was beautiful, wonderful, it made her smile and made her feel wonderful, and then she remembered something. The whole reason she wanted to bring him out here. She looked over at him and waited for him to arrive, before she said anything. She hoped he'd find the news as exciting as she did.

{*totally not fangirling rn* :squee:}
Cliffheart kept his dusty head to the ground, pastel green hues kept focused ahead, intent and focused on the hunt. If Scorchedpetal said she wasn't good at tracking, then he would make up that skill for her and help her out. He was a good friend, a good mate like that. He wanted to help. He was entirely focused on where he was going and the direction of the scent trail, that he was almost completely oblivious to Scorchedpetals touch. He was shaken from his concentration as she brushed against him. He felt her warm body press against his and a tingly feeling ran down his spine, similar to the feeling he had had when he had finally worked up the courage to ask her to be his mate. For now they were taking things slow. No big changes, no rushing, just the two of them living together and being happy. The way it should be, he thought. Although, as much as he loved the burnt red colored she cat, he still couldn't help but feel a rift between them that he put there for himself. He was still afraid that if he got too close, then she would get scared or frightened, but he tried telling himself it wasn't true. Even though it didn't work every time.

The tom kept following the trail, unaware that Scorchedpetak seemed to have lost interest in the hunt and was making her way towards a clearing. After not scenting her presence as close as it had been, he stopped and turned around. Seeing that she was sitting in the middle of a grove, he cocked his head sideways. What was she doung? The wren was going to get too far away, she couldn't just sit here! He approached her, some what frustrated. "Uh, Scorched, what are you doing? The bird went that way. Come on or else we'll lose it." He said in annoyance. He wanted to catch that bird, but it didn't seem like Scorchedpetal was cooperating with that plan. Almost like she had something in her own mind she was planning.

[monfang]

Cliffheart kept his dusty head to the ground, pastel green hues kept focused ahead, intent and focused on the hunt. If Scorchedpetal said she wasn't good at tracking, then he would make up that skill for her and help her out. He was a good friend, a good mate like that. He wanted to help. He was entirely focused on where he was going and the direction of the scent trail, that he was almost completely oblivious to Scorchedpetal's touch. He was shaken from his concentration as she brushed against him. He felt her warm body press against his and a tingly feeling ran down his spine, similar to the feeling he had had when he had finally worked up the courage to ask her to be his mate. For now they were taking things slow. No big changes, no rushing, just the two of them living together and being happy. The way it should be, he thought. Although, as much as he loved the burnt red colored she cat, he still couldn't help but feel a rift between them that he put there for himself. He was still afraid that if he got too close, then she would get scared or frightened, but he tried telling himself it wasn't true. Even though it didn't work every time.

The tom kept following the trail, unaware that Scorchedpetal seemed to have lost interest in the hunt and was making her way towards a clearing. After not scenting her presence as close as it had been, he stopped and turned around. Seeing that she was sitting in the middle of a grove, he cocked his head sideways. What was she doing? The wren was going to get too far away, she couldn't just sit here! He approached her, some what frustrated. "Uh, Scorched, what are you doing? The bird went that way. Come on or else we'll lose it." He said in annoyance. He wanted to catch that bird, but it didn't seem like Scorchedpetal was cooperating with that plan. Almost like she had something in her own mind she was planning.
Although he seemed a bit annoyed with her abandoning the hunt, she only chuckled. He can't stay mad at me for long, could he? she asked herself. Purring she looked at him and smiled. "Well, I forgot I had some exciting news." she purred, and looked up. How do I approach this? she thought, then smiled. Stars. The analogy that never failed her. Now, how to be vague about it... "Cliffheart, did you know some stars create new stars? Well, that's kinda like us. Whether it be training apprentices, inspiring upcoming kits, leaders, elders, even warriors. To make them brighter than ever." she looked down ad then at him. "And with us Twin Stars, we don't just build then up, they are ours." she said, and smiled, wondering if she was vague, but plain enough. Oh, she hoped so! Would he be excited, worried, exasperated? StarClan knows, but one thing she hoped, he'd be glad he was going to be a father soon.

"And soon, we'll have our new stars." she said finally, her yellow eyes glinting in almost unavoidable excitement.

[goddess of ducks]

Although he seemed a bit annoyed with her abandoning the hunt, she only chuckled. He can't stay mad at me for long, could he? she asked herself. Purring she looked at him and smiled. "Well, I forgot I had some exciting news." she purred, and looked up. How do I approach this? she thought, then smiled. Stars. The analogy that never failed her. Now, how to be vague about it... "Cliffheart, did you know some stars create new stars? Well, that's kinda like us. Whether it be training apprentices, inspiring upcoming kits, leaders, elders, even warriors. To make them brighter than ever." she looked down ad then at him. "And with us Twin Stars, we don't just build then up, they are ours." she said, and smiled, wondering if she was vague, but plain enough. Oh, she hoped so! Would he be excited, worried, exasperated? StarClan knows, but one thing she hoped, he'd be glad he was going to be a father soon.

"And soon, we'll have our new stars." she said finally, her yellow eyes glinting in almost unavoidable excitement.
[Asdfghjkl shipment overload but Cliff just be there like lol wut?]
Cliffheart stopped. The laugh didn't exactly improve his mood. She was the one who had wanted to come hunt right? Why was she just done now? They had to serve the Clan! As she started speaking, he became even more confused. What in the name of Starclan was she rambling on about? Making brighter stars, what did that have to do with training apprentices? Sure he heard what she was saying and could partially comprehend it, but not fully. He just stood there on his three good legs and one splinted one and nodded like he knew exactly what she was talking about. Then came the part where she mentioned 'they are ours'. Did that mean she was like going to take in all the lonesome kits and apprentices? Sure it sounded good, but if she did that she would never see the hunting grounds again! Then it dawned on him.

The words rang in his head. 'Our own Stars'. It was clear enough. He understood completely now. She had wanted to tell him this all along. He must admit though, it was a sneaky plan, but why did they need to come all the way out here for it? Could she have just told him in the camp? He would never understand the full complexity of she cats. But....he was going to be a father.... A father! He was overwhelmed with emotion. He was ecstatic with joy that he would be serving the Clan by raising the next generation, and loving his mate at the same time. But then he was nervous. Would he be a bad parent for the kits? What if he screwed up and Scorchedpetal and the kits hated him for messing up? What if he got hurt again and couldn't help care for them? What if his twisted paw was hereditary and one, if not all of his kits got the same thing he had? His emotions couldn't stay in any longer, so he reacted by beginning to pace. "Oh Starclan... I'm not ready for this. But it's amazing news! What if I'm nit a good father? I'm having kits! I...I Don't know what to say Scorched." He said finally, turning to face her. His eyes were alight with a joy that he had never truly felt before. The only other time he had felt it was his time when asking his mate the big question. Now they were having kits? He didn't know how to cope with all the emotions, as he always preferred keeping them pushed down and tucked away. But now he couldn't contain it. He ran up to Scorchedoetal and buried his face in her long red brown fur. He purred, it's sound deep and resonating. "This is amazing Scorchedpetal. You are going to be a great mother. But can you tell me something?" He asked, pulling back a little to see her face. "How long have you known?"

[monfang]

[Asdfghjkl shipment overload but Cliff just be there like lol wut?]
Cliffheart stopped. The laugh didn't exactly improve his mood. She was the one who had wanted to come hunt right? Why was she just done now? They had to serve the Clan! As she started speaking, he became even more confused. What in the name of Starclan was she rambling on about? Making brighter stars, what did that have to do with training apprentices? Sure he heard what she was saying and could partially comprehend it, but not fully. He just stood there on his three good legs and one splinted one and nodded like he knew exactly what she was talking about. Then came the part where she mentioned 'they are ours'. Did that mean she was like going to take in all the lonesome kits and apprentices? Sure it sounded good, but if she did that she would never see the hunting grounds again! Then it dawned on him.

The words rang in his head. 'Our own Stars'. It was clear enough. He understood completely now. She had wanted to tell him this all along. He must admit though, it was a sneaky plan, but why did they need to come all the way out here for it? Could she have just told him in the camp? He would never understand the full complexity of she cats. But....he was going to be a father.... A father! He was overwhelmed with emotion. He was ecstatic with joy that he would be serving the Clan by raising the next generation, and loving his mate at the same time. But then he was nervous. Would he be a bad parent for the kits? What if he screwed up and Scorchedpetal and the kits hated him for messing up? What if he got hurt again and couldn't help care for them? What if his twisted paw was hereditary and one, if not all of his kits got the same thing he had? His emotions couldn't stay in any longer, so he reacted by beginning to pace. "Oh Starclan... I'm not ready for this. But it's amazing news! What if I'm nit a good father? I'm having kits! I...I Don't know what to say Scorched." He said finally, turning to face her. His eyes were alight with a joy that he had never truly felt before. The only other time he had felt it was his time when asking his mate the big question. Now they were having kits? He didn't know how to cope with all the emotions, as he always preferred keeping them pushed down and tucked away. But now he couldn't contain it. He ran up to Scorchedoetal and buried his face in her long red brown fur. He purred, it's sound deep and resonating. "This is amazing Scorchedpetal. You are going to be a great mother. But can you tell me something?" He asked, pulling back a little to see her face. "How long have you known?"
She watched as the confusion in his gaze grew. She felt like chuckling but thought that would break the entire thing. Then when the dawning crossed his gaze, it did make her chuckle. His rambling made her laugh as she stood up after he pulled back and looked at him. "Not that long, hun. Calm down. You'll be a great father. Look at what you have accomplished. Do you even remember your leg right now. Why with all the moving around you're doing you must have made amazing progress. Cliff they'll adore you, I promise it." she meowed in response ans nuzzled him. "Don't you ever in you're life doubt that." she said softly, and licked his ear. "Now, I think a squirrel is enough. With New-Leaf coming we have had a surplus in food. The wren will live to see another day, for now, how about we rest, I mean we have alot to plan, right?" she chuckled.

She loved this, his excitement was overwhelming. She bet he felt like he could touch the sky at this moment. His leg was forgotten for sure, and she was so happy he was excited. He would, indeed, be a great father, she only wished he felt the same. The progress he's made, the love she's unlocked from him just by herself. What if the kits unlocked his entire heart? They most certainly would. He just needed a nudge. One she can't give all alone. Auroraflame and Pebblechase probably gave him a push or two, but imagine him with kits? She purred as the image of mini-them layed and pounced on a giggly, laughy Cliffheart. Yes, he would indeed be a great father.