The small tom stared at the body in the center of camp his small body froze in horror, but it soon gave way to curiosity. Dawnstar why did the warriors hurt others from shadowclan? We’re they bad? he squeaked hopefully loud enough to be heard over the ruckus of the other cats. As he listend to dawnstar speak his small tiny brown tail twitched in anticipation. Eyes turned towards heather’rain who had been sitting down not far away from them. But once they began to crazily rant on. The small brown kit was petrified. And as they admitted to killing the other clan cats he couldn’t suppress the what! Is wrong with you! as it fumbled from his shaking body.
A moment later something red and warm splattered across his face and chest. He froze. What’s this stuff. Why does it smell so bad. he glanced over as beeflight fell over. The red stuff was coming from them. And Heather rain had just clawed beeflight. As his tiny brain pieced things together, his eyes widened and his pupils shrank. Stumbling backwards he slid across the surface of the slippery rock. Smearing blood in his wake a he fumbled to get back to his paws.
Flamecall saw the kit and quickly understood what had happened. They didn’t particularly enjoy being around kits, but Flamecall would never leave a kit in this kind of situation.
Quickly, Flamecall moved to block Hazelkit’s veiw, even though it was already too late for that. “Hazelkit,” They meowed evenly, now and then glancing behind them, “How about I take you back to the nursery and get you cleaned up? After that how about we…” Flamecall was going to hate this, but they reminded themself that this was for a kit that they were doing this, “…how about we play some mossball, or something?”
Their eyes drifted to Cobwebpaw, and they hoped that the apprentice would help them with this. @~Umbreon~
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The grey tabby recoiled as Heatherain swiped at Beeflight. Her iris went small as she watched the cat collapse. She narrowed her eyes at Heatherain. “How could you!” she snapped, leaping forwards, trying to attack the she-cat. She was blinded by rage. Beeflight was always one of her friends. In fact, she looked up to her.
The young tom stared blankly at the warrior and apprentice. Before quickly snapping out of it. No! I refuse to leave until I see evil punished by good! And yes I’m ok mr. Cobwebpaw he squawked boldly. Unfortunately he was still terrified but his terror led to adrenaline. He turned his nose at the mention of playling mouse ball. Its a nice suggestion mr. Flamecall but I’d really like to see how we deal with traitors. After all if I’m going to be a amazing warrior I should at least be able to handle this right? he hoped that the warrior and apprentice would give him some face to see this moment. After all he would grow up to be a amazing warrior so he needed to see this. After a moment he gathered up enough courage to step forward. Glaring at heather’rain with disappointment evident in his eyes.
Mrs. Heather’rain I don’t understand why you’ve done what you did but killing isn’t always the correct way to go about things. he paused, chewing on what words to say next. But I understand your just trying to help shadowclan to the best of your ability. I believe that you’ve gone to far and that it needs to end here.he dipped his head before stepping back to sit down.
Apparently, sitting quietly in a corner to observe the meeting like a sane cat was not something Larkpaw was able, or allowed, to do. When Ebonysky seemingly took it upon herself to end her life, recklessly wasting moons of life in a single sitting. Larkpaw watched in silence as Dawnstar spoke, carrying the body off and then returning shortly after. The apprentice enforcer's brow furrowed with slight concern at the silly thought of perhaps Dawnstar forgetting that she'd just handled a deadly berry-coated corpse and trying to groom her own fur. But Larkpaw need not worry, Dawnstar was not an idiot.
However, when Heatherrain began speaking, spitting words that were each more irritating than the last, the lithe grey-brown she-cat's lips peeled back in a wholly irritated snarl. Heatherrain was asking for death, and that was what she was going to get. Maybe she deemed herself wonderous for murdering Clanmates. At this point, Heatherrain did not deserve to be killed at Dawnstar's claws. Not at all. Despite the fact that someone ought to knock sense into Heatherrain, to maybe unclog that blatant stupidity and disrespect, Larkpaw whipped around from her place at the sound of a little kit. Kits did not belong here, not at this time.
Shouldering her way over to Hazelkit, and Cobwebpaw and Flamecall who had joined the kitten, Larkpaw eyed the little feline for a moment as he began speaking directly to Heatherrain before settling back. Amber hues traveled upward to look at Flamecall and Cobwebpaw for a moment before returning to Hazelkit. "No." She said simply, the word a direct denial. "Watch you may, but from the nursery's entrance. Not from so close. Flamecall or Cobwebpaw will take you back and make sure you remain there."
BeanSprout
The cat looked around at the chaos and closed their eyes. The cat only opened their eyes when HeatherRain, proudly, confessing that she had indeed killed 5 cats. BeanSprout's anger filled them. "You monster!" BeanSprout yelled and looked to BeeFlight. "YOU HAVE MURDERED 6 INNOCENT CATS FOR YOUR OWN DESIRES AND YOUR PROUD OF YOURSELF!?" BeanSprout said. She was beyond furious at this selfish cat. They could have had families and she just killed them!
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Shadowfur narrowed his eyes as Dawnstar announced that Frostscreech had informed her of the parties responsible for Smallleap’s murder. The Enforcers had been uncertain if it was one or both cats, so to hear the truth come out was intriguing and satisfying.
Heatherrain gave the response of a true traitor, showing no remorse and not even trying to deny her crimes. Then, she leapt at Beeflight and tore at her throat, clearly trying to kill her. The other warrior fell back and lay still.
Shadowfur rushed forward, initially aiming to attack Heatherrain and pin her down until the execution was underway. But, Mossleap beat him to it. So, instead, he turned his attention to Beeflight.
Leaning closer, Shadowfur’s pelt bristled when he saw that the warrior was breathing shallowly. Beeflight was still alive! “Beeflight’s still alive! Elmshadow!” he called. He kept his muscles tense and his claws unsheathed, ready to help Mossleap if they were unable to control Heatherrain.
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Flamecall saw the kit and quickly understood what had happened. They didn’t particularly enjoy being around kits, but Flamecall would never leave a kit in this kind of situation.
Quickly, Flamecall moved to block Hazelkit’s veiw, even though it was already too late for that. “Hazelkit,” They meowed evenly, now and then glancing behind them, “How about I take you back to the nursery and get you cleaned up? After that how about we…” Flamecall was going to hate this, but they reminded themself that this was for a kit that they were doing this, “…how about we play some mossball, or something?”
Their eyes drifted to Cobwebpaw, and they hoped that the apprentice would help them with this. @~Umbreon~
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Hazelkit
Age 2 moons old
A small brown kit
The young tom stared blankly at the warrior and apprentice. Before quickly snapping out of it. No! I refuse to leave until I see evil punished by good! And yes I’m ok mr. Cobwebpaw he squawked boldly. Unfortunately he was still terrified but his terror led to adrenaline. He turned his nose at the mention of playling mouse ball. Its a nice suggestion mr. Flamecall but I’d really like to see how we deal with traitors. After all if I’m going to be a amazing warrior I should at least be able to handle this right? he hoped that the warrior and apprentice would give him some face to see this moment. After all he would grow up to be a amazing warrior so he needed to see this. After a moment he gathered up enough courage to step forward. Glaring at heather’rain with disappointment evident in his eyes.
Mrs. Heather’rain I don’t understand why you’ve done what you did but killing isn’t always the correct way to go about things. he paused, chewing on what words to say next. But I understand your just trying to help shadowclan to the best of your ability. I believe that you’ve gone to far and that it needs to end here.he dipped his head before stepping back to sit down.
Apparently, sitting quietly in a corner to observe the meeting like a sane cat was not something Larkpaw was able, or allowed, to do. When Ebonysky seemingly took it upon herself to end her life, recklessly wasting moons of life in a single sitting. Larkpaw watched in silence as Dawnstar spoke, carrying the body off and then returning shortly after. The apprentice enforcer's brow furrowed with slight concern at the silly thought of perhaps Dawnstar forgetting that she'd just handled a deadly berry-coated corpse and trying to groom her own fur. But Larkpaw need not worry, Dawnstar was not an idiot.
However, when Heatherrain began speaking, spitting words that were each more irritating than the last, the lithe grey-brown she-cat's lips peeled back in a wholly irritated snarl. Heatherrain was asking for death, and that was what she was going to get. Maybe she deemed herself wonderous for murdering Clanmates. At this point, Heatherrain did not deserve to be killed at Dawnstar's claws. Not at all. Despite the fact that someone ought to knock sense into Heatherrain, to maybe unclog that blatant stupidity and disrespect, Larkpaw whipped around from her place at the sound of a little kit. Kits did not belong here, not at this time.
Shouldering her way over to Hazelkit, and Cobwebpaw and Flamecall who had joined the kitten, Larkpaw eyed the little feline for a moment as he began speaking directly to Heatherrain before settling back. Amber hues traveled upward to look at Flamecall and Cobwebpaw for a moment before returning to Hazelkit. "No." She said simply, the word a direct denial. "Watch you may, but from the nursery's entrance. Not from so close. Flamecall or Cobwebpaw will take you back and make sure you remain there."
Cobwebpaw nodded his head in agreement. "Larkpaws right Young one, lets not risk your own life by getting to close to that stupid shecat. Come, lets go watch by the nursery" the Young Tom looked to flamecall for their say in this
Hearing the conversation of Flame'call and some unruly kit, he decided to turn his attention away from the messy drama that was unfolding before him. "Let the kid stay, pal... If they want to traumatize themselves then so be it." He cast a nonchalant at the other warrior, before giving the kit an unimpressed look. " As for you, quit acting like some sorta philosopher and leave the adults to deal with this." Giving a haggard sigh, he shifted his paws growing tiresome of this whole situation. The little chump wanted to see justice... how... cliché. "But by all means kid, if you want to see such a pathetic display of life then be my guest." Twitching the ragged tips of his ears, he found himself staring at nothing in particular. Clan life really turned out to be somethin' else.... that was for damn sure.
The dark gray tom looked for MorningWhisper, a source of comfort in these uncertain times. He didn't know what to do with the informartion that two of his clan-mates had killed another one of his clan-mates. He wanted to know why, as much as it bothered him. What had Smallleap done to deserve this?
The small kit paused for a moment then looked from both apprentices and warriors. A heavy sigh and a even heavier nod. Your right ms. Larkpaw i should be comforting my brother at this time. Thank you for your kind reminder. he dipped his head towards the others then quickly scampered off to be with his brother in the nursery.
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