When Swallowtail awoke, she saw a strange figure writhing in the corner, its shadows jerking uncontrollably. Remembering she was in the medicine cat's den, she tentatively whispered, "Braveheart?"
She noticed she wasnt in here so she left the den and went to find the medicne cat. "I have to just ask... once or twice i just have to!!" she thought. When she got into the medicne cats den she saw Braveheart and Swallowtail. "Swallowtail.... is she okay Braveheart!!?"
Nightpaw was by the river. She padded along, and heard a squeaking noise. She ran to it and saw that it was two kits. One was a white tom with ginger ears and a ginger tail-tip, the other was a white she-cat with ginger patches. They were less than a moon old! She carefully picked them up and brought them back to camp.
On the way back, there was rustling in the bushes. Nightpaw was attacked by a cat, but it was so fast, she couldn't see any features. It raked it's claws on her side and swerved behind her. It raked it's claws on her other side, and bit her throat, but not fataly. It left, and her body ached terribly. The kits wern't harmed, luckly. Nightpaw summoned all her strength, and brought the kits to the medicine cat den. Her sides were covered with her own blood, and she could barely breath.
OmenStorm could smell kits, and the stench of blood. Rather slowly she stirred from her sleep, picking up her kit by the scruff and went to investor gate. At the sight of Nightpaw she gasped and lowered the kit at her paws. "Nightpaw what happened?" she could smell a different cat on his fur. Omenstorm noticed the kits, "Nightpaw pass the kits here, i'll take come of them until-" she didnt no exactly what she was saying she felt cold, extremely cold.
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
OmenStorm shuffled the kits over to Swallowtail where they'd be warm. "i think we poopy seeds and whats that other thing? umm yes! cobwebs" she searched around BraveHearts herbs hoping she wouldn't mind. She grabbed a mouse of cobwebs and bought them to Nightpaw, "wheres the gash?" she couldnt see where it was in all the blood.
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
Swallowtail opened her eyes slightly, listened carefully, hoping her ears weren't too noticably perked up when she tried to overhear something. Not that she ever did, of course. "Amber... amber eyes..." Nightpaw was gasping. She tried her best to not crinkle her nose at the smell of the blood drenching her pelt, her fear scent bathing the medicine den. She could hear Braveheart repeating the words, and something about her brother? She stayed still and silent, hoping to hear more.
"let me get this traight theres a murderous cat with amber eyes thats BraveHearts mother whom killed BraveHearts mum? right?" Omenstorm meowed summoning it all up.
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
Braveheart's brother... murderer... amber eyes... The words rolled around in Swallowtail's head, trying to piece them all together. She heard Braveheart's last words... " ' ...Killed... ma...' ? " What did that mean? Who did he kill? Her thoughts swarmed around in her head. She groaned inwardly. I need more thyme, she thought, silently moaning.
OmenStorm smuthered all the bloodstains of Nightpaw because she dind't know where the gashed where. The queen looked over her shoulder at the kits nestled next to Swallowtail, "do you need anything?" she asked, sounding like a Medince Cat.
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
"Brother... Where did you see him, Nightpaw?" demanded Braveheart. She knew it. No one knew him, but she knew him. And he was with someone everyone knew from this Clan. Scowling, she mewed, "Brother is with someone we all know, and suppossedly died." Scowling, she whispered, "I'm leaving. Nightpaw, poppyseeds, marigold leaves, and more cobwebs."
"River." Nightpaw gasped, "By the river." Her gaze focused on the two kits as her eyes glazed over. Her breathing, coming in short, choppy breaths, came to a stop.
ooc: I control the two kits!!! The she-cat is Gracekit, and the tom is Dovekit.
"River... of course... I'm sorry, Nightpaw. You shall get your buerial once I get back..." Looking at the apprentice, she touched noses with her, and then ran out of the camp.
"What in the name of StarClan's going on in here?" Silverstar rushed into the medicine den. She heard part of the converstaion, and padded over to Braveheart. "It's... him," Silverstar murmured so the others couldn't here except for her medicine cat friend. "Isn't it?" She quickly thought of the others, back in the other clan, how they could be in as much danger as they were... "Braveheart," she meowed slowly, her voice rising. "We need to go to StoneClan. Or, atleast, I need some warriors to come with me," she turned to Omenstorm and Swallowtail and Nightpaw. "You three," she meowed, panic rising slowly with her voice. "I need you to come with me to visit... someone... In StoneClan. Now."
[ Why, Nightpaw? o.o Do you want to keep dying, over and over? Become leader then! >.< And really, you can't rp if u die. o.o ]
Swallowtail stood, forgetting her sleeping position. "Yes, Silverstar," she meowed. She glanced at Nightpaw. "But I must stay with Nightpaw... and the kits." She stared at the cat, her breathing labored. She looked at Silverstar again, her eyes pleading. She didn't believe Silverstar wouldn't let her stay, but she did it anyway.
Silverstar paused, thinking swiftly. Her expression changed completely. Her icey blue glare burned into Swallowtail's. "No!" she meowed loudly. "You must come with me! We need to go to StoneClan immediately!" Realizing her anger, she calmed herself down, lowering her head in embarassent. "I'm sorry," she mewed. "But Swallotail, I need you and Omenstorm. This is an emergency." she looked at the startled kits. "Our nursing queen, Bellwing, can take care of them."
[ No, I did not forget you are dead. However, you didn't make yourself clear. You didn't say directly, or say something to the sort, to, "Nightpaw is dead," or "Her breathing ceased, and a hush fell in the den", you said, "Occ: I love killing off my characters! (somewhat)". So please make it more clear next time. ^^; ]
Swallowtail still looked troubled. She finally sighed, and nodded. "But are we going to be back in time for the mourning?" She asked, almost begging.
OmenStorm looked at NightPaw, she hung her head in sadness. But she was happy that NightPaw saved those kits. Slowly the warrior picked up OracleKit and put her beside GraceKit and DoveKit. She went back to looking at SilverStars shocked expression
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
"Wait, Silverstar, think this through. We'll be considered a threat if more than three warriors come. Pick one." She was ancy because her once family was out there.
Silverstar shook her head. "Braveheart, listen. What if... he has cats on his side?" Before Braveheart could speek, Silverstar continued. "We don't know for sure, and I'm only bringing who I think is cabable of using fighting skills the best way possible. This leads back to Omenstorm and Swallowtail." She glanced up at Braveheart with a feirce gaze. "I don't care if they think we are a threat, I'm going in there whether they like it or not!" She started making her way out the den, meowing flatly. "Swallowtail, I doubt we'll be back by that time, but the kits will manage. Nightpaw will have her burriel tomorrow at sunhigh. Omenstorm, Swallowtail. Come."
Her face hardened, and she followed Silverstone without another word. Her eyes glowed, and she narrowed them, breathing in the scent that was on Nightpaw's pelt. She opened her mouth slightly, and breathed again, searching for that particular smell. She let her mind focus, everything becoming crystally sharp. She closed her eyes, letting the smells of the forest overwhelm her. "There..." she whispered, and let her paws lead the way, completely aware of the danger in front of her.
Silverstar waited for them to follow, then rushed to the other camp. Dodging bushes and roots, she burst through the entrance. "What the-" "No time," Silverstar meowed quickly to Kitestar, and hurried to her brothers, Iceclaw and Snowpath. "What are you doing here?" Snowpath eowed, surprised. "And who are they?" Iceclaw narrowed his eyes at Swallowtail and Omenstorm.
Her eyes flashed open. Swallowtail squared her jaw, glaring feriociously at the other cats. "We're doing something important, and we can't have other cats in the way," she snapped, pushing them aside. She continued to follow the strong scent, the scent of fresh blood...
She acted as if she didn't hear her, and continued on. I smell it... It's getting stronger... She let the overwhelming stench of blood engulf her. She shivered once, and opened her eyes. He's close, she thought, a trace of fear in her eyes. He's coming to kill... Her thoughts crashed into a grunting halt as a huge force slammed into her, out of the other cat's eyesight but definitely within hearing. She grunted, a breathed heavily, the air knocked out of her when the huge cat slammed her into the ground. "That's right," a voice rasped. "I'm here to kill, kill..." She heard the bloodthirst in his voice, and she silently sent a prayer to Starclan, as she bunched her muscles, giving the fake intention of throwing him off. She summoned her etheral strength, and not only threw him off, but landing on top of him. She hissed into his face, and he yowled back, scratching her with huge claws, blood dripping off her fur. She cried out in pain, and in a vain attempt to protect herself, she clutched her belly desperately, and clawed at him blindly. He cackled, avoiding her paws, leaving them hanging in the air, taunting him. She felt a wave of rage overcome her.
"Swallowtail!" Silverstar yowled. She twisted her head at Omenstorm. "Help her." She instantly leaped onto the tom, raking her claws deep into his flank. He flipped himself ontop of her, and grinnied, his teeth red of blood. "Silverstar!" Snowpath wailed. Iceclaw kept Snowpath from leaping forward, his own eyes flooded with fear. Silverstar snarled angrily at the tom, flailed furiously under him. Without noticng, everything went black. She could hear the yowls from her brothers, and desperately wanted to cry out. But she couldn't. She found herself in a dark forest, surounded by cats. StarClan! "You have lost your first life." a dark blue she-cat meowed. It was Wildstar. "You may return," another tom meowed promptly. The second leader, Darkstar. "But with only eight lives to spare. Use them well." Silverstar gasped. She could see the tom, the camp, her brothers, and Swallowtail again. She struggled to get up, glaring angrily at him.
OmenStorm slowly made her way to Swallowtail and the tom, she was frightened that he'd hurt her kit and the other two. She hissed, the tom turned to her. His muzzle covered in blood, he stayed a good distance from her, waiting for her attack. "What does kill mean to you?" she snarled angrily, the murder only sneered in reply. OmenStorm raced towards him and bunched up her muscles to leap at his back but he moved to the side and charged at her knocking the warrior over into the dust. Suddenly the tom had her pinned down, he reared up his paw for the death blow but OmenStorm batted at him her hind paws. He missed by a few seconds racked his claw on the side of her neck. The tom jumped back a few fox lenghts. OmenStorm slowly got up she was shaking because of how close she'd come to death but because the side of her neck was throbbing madly.
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
Silverstar meowed nervously. "Omenstorm, get away from him! He's beyond your fighting skills!" Before she could protest, Silverstar meowed more angrily and rushed. "Omenstorm! Get away from him!" She leaped over the warrior, pounced on the tom, hitting him against the ground hard. She felt a wave of energy flow off of her, the spirits of StarClan telling her exactly what she must do. She leaned toward him, murmuring a single notation, and nobody but him could her. "No wonder," she chuckled softly. "That they called you Poisonclaw and your brother Lostheart." The gray tom stared at her blankly. She shook her head, and whispered. "But I love him. He's still out there." She placed her paw on his neck, slowly unseathing her claws, her eyes burning with an icey glow. "You, on the other hand, are no longer going to walk in the forest that StarClan placed before us." Everybody around her tensed. Even StarClan themselves seemed not to speek. But Silverstar let go of his throat, and backed away. Poisonclaw glanced at her curiously. She shook her head. She opened her eyes, they softened. "You are a fool beyond your years. Leave this forest, and never turn back. If you wish to live, that is." The tom hesitated, then dashed off into the brambles. "Why'd you let him go?" Iceclaw meowed quietly. She turned to him. "A cat would be a fool to kill. If killing is not wrong, nothing is wrong."
"Right then" OmenStorm replied hastly and padded off back to camp, she wasn;t needed there any more. "BraveHeart!" she called, curcling her tail around OracleKit
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"Failure is never quite frightening as Regrett"
--Ein Schatten in den Wolken--
Braveheart had ran away, her mind blowing. The wind rushed through her fur as she called his name. "Lostheart!" Her eyes were filled with tears as she continued to call the name.
OOC: Okay, pretend Lostheart doesn't exist XD Frostpelt, anytime is okay for you to start, in fact, I'm coming into the camp, so I'm gonna talk to ya. ;D I don't know what the buiscut is going on either. (atleast with the rest of the rp)
Silverstar padded into camp, searching for her deputy. "Frostpelt? May I have a word with you?" she meowed quietly.
Iciclelight went inside the warriors den to be alone for awhile. She thought about if someone was this or that... and she also thought if we were the prey and the mice or voles we the ones to kill them. LOLZ