The Warrior Cats

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "It's... Poisonclaw. You remember Braveheart's brother, don't you? He got exiled wile Skystar was in charge for murdering kits." ((meanie XP))

She stretched and then left the den. She went to go see if she could have a word with the leader.She waited outside of Silverstar's den.

[ HEY? Did everyone forget about me? Well, I'll make sure you regret you didn't! >:3 xD Mwahahah! ^^ ]

Swallowtail had been flung into the bushes, the inpact rattling her senses and damaging internal organs. She could feel it... her life slipping away...
NO! she thought as her breathing became more labored... I can't die... I'm not going to die... No matter, her grip of the pain and feeling was slowly disappating... she could no longer feel her paws...
Finally, as she was breathing what seemed to be her last breath, she remembered something... A black she-cat floated in her mind...
"Nightpaw... You have served your clan well, may you rest in peace in Starclan..." Thus her last words before she was surely forgotten, forever.

OOC: Swallowtail where r u right now becuase me wants to post something X3

NOOO!!!!!


Iciclelight went out of the den and went to the spot where the battle took place. There she saw in the clearing Swallowtail. She rushed down after her!"Swalllowtail!! Swallowtail!! Please dont die!! Dont leave us!!" she said worried with tears coming down her face. "Please dont leave us!!"

The cats sat there crying ocer Swallowtail's death. "Pease dont die!!"

Braveheart stood in the shadows and watched her brother. He stood before her, the wind muffling her scent. She scowled as she watched him with her father, and her youngest brother she never met. Her older brother had stolen him. Infuriated, she pounced. He looked at her with the same eyes he had when they were little, and he was still good. She stopped. He snarled.

OOC: ..... O.o"" What's going on???!!! XD;
Swallowtail, where r u????

Silverstar glanced anxiosly at Frostpelt, and murmured. "I'll speak with you in a minute. Not infront of the kits."
She turned to them, smiling. "So... you want to become apprentices, do you?"

A faint smile spread across her face, "this is what my family does to me -- i must learn to one day accept it" she whispered to IcicleLight, pressing her muzzle into SwallowTails fur.

OCC:: this is stupid, i always try to make my charries always upset lol
actually OmenStorms kit Oraclekit, i'm going to make her not born. it doesn't fit in that she was pregent, she gave birth, she ran to her dying friend, she fought offf a evil cat, her friend is dying, she had a massive gash on the side of her neck, she is still able to run and she leaves behind her kit! it doens't make sense

She shook the leaf-fall leaves off her back, she sighed "theres nothing to say....know what do we do?"

She had him pinned down as she whispered, "What happened, brother? I always looked up to you!"

"come on lets take her body to camp, atleast the clan may mourn for her passing" she whispered struggling to get her paws ready

She helped her carry Swallowtail to the camp. She to had tears running down her cheek and she knew Omen really wanted to to cry for her friend. "Just cry... it will be okay!!" she said

OCC: lol ok. Who is the MC Cat?

IcicleLights words seemed like this inside of her conious. The tears stung her every time she tried to express herself, the motionless sight of her body was too much to bare. "this -- i-" she chocked while her sight was blurred by her tears. "is there--anything i do for you?" she stuttered her head hung low in dispair while she leaned onto IcicleLights shoulder.

Meanwhile... in Starclan...

When Swallowtail opened her eyes, she knew exactly where she was. It was dark, and the sky above her was starry. She had one worry at the time, and only one. "Nightpaw!" she cried, her voice soft but echoing. She twisted around, not afraid of being dead, but being alone. "Nightpaw!" she repeated.
"Relax, Swallowtail," a low, strong voice said behind her. She turned around to see a group of cats coming up to her. The one in front came up closer, and spoke. "Swallowtail, you are dead," he meowed, although everyone there already knew. He was doing his duty, preforming the welcoming speech for the dead she-cat. "You have served your clan well, and died in battle. You will reside in Starclan now." He spoke with gentleness, although Swallowtail had never met him, she wanted to rest with him, sleep forever in his presence.
"Yeah! Don't worry, Swallowtail! You're with us now!" A familiar voice piped up behind the dark blue-black tom. A small she-cat, no bigger than an apprentice, poked her head behind the cat, his eyes showing his amusement. However, he let her bound up to Swallowtail, who was equally amused, and happy.
"Nightpaw!" she cried, nuzzling the small dead apprentice. "I'm glad to see you," she purred. She sighed, looking over at the smirking she-cat. "You look good as new!" She noticed her fatal wound was gone, and the smell of blood had been wiped away. "Yeah," she nodded. "It's the best here! You never get hungry, although we do hunt for fun," she flexed her claws. "And we never get sick, or hurt! Isn't it great?" The she-cat apprentice was so cheerful Swallowtail couldn't help but nod cheerily. But she began to have second thoughts...
What about Omenstorm? she suddenly thought, and a cold wave of dread filled her. She instantly regretted being so helpless, not struggling, almost welcoming death. She almost cried out, but held it in, not wanting the other regal-looking cats to see her fear. She forced a smile.

[[ Hehe, it's kinda long, but it's worth it! Read, now! X3 ]]

The endless tears began to stop, the shock was unbearable but taking the news of her death was harder. "'SwallowTail wouldn't want us all the cry...." she parted from the mourning cats, the energy was very daunting.
At the back in the shadows she sat, and watched. OmenStorm didn't know how to greive not she'd ever want to. She could think up a one hundread philosphical things explain the pain, the memoires that is gone. But the friendship wasn't even through the mistakes she made, the shame, the guilt, the anger and fustration she showed when she was sick of hiding herself to the world. The friendship was the bond she held close to her heart, she knew SwallowTail knew but it was her time to leave, another lesson she had never learnt because the cats she had already lost she never knew them and they didn't give her a chance.
Something shrouded her eyes, masking her sight, she felt heavy pulling herself to the ground. OmenStorm didn't struggled against it, her chest felt heavy. The warrior made a little gasping sound.
"We need a Medince Cat! BraveHeart" shouted a tom, watching the injured she-cat fall to the ground.

0cc: she's fainted from the gash on the side of the neck

-- Edited by 0menstorm at 08:40, 2008-05-05

At the same moment Omenstorm passed out, Swallowtail could feel it too. She gasped, her chest suddenly feeling heavy, and her breathing became labored. The cats gathered close by frowned, and Nightpaw's expression changed into something of confusion. "Swallowtail... a-are you alright?" She leaned closer.
Swallowtail, gasping, started to really panic. She tried crying out something, but nothing came out of her dry lips. Help! she thought, over and over. Why aren't they helping? She panicked, her eyes widening. The cats stood still, rigid. She knew Starclan cats didn't know everything, but couldn't they call a medicine cat to help? Help! Help! Hot tears burned in her eyes, and she clenched her teeth at the sudden pain bursting through her entire body. She keeled over, her stomach heaving, but nothing coming out. Her throat was on fire.
No... No! she thought desperately. Nightpaw said... dead cats feel no pain... What's happening to me? I can't die again! A hundred thoughts swirled around in her head, and she grimaced, the pain obviously showing on her tear-stained face. Nightpaw was crying out, but the tom was refraining her...
Before she passed out, a series of thoughts ran freely in her mind, causing dormant chaos to erupt. I'm dead, I'm dead already; What about Omenstorm? Is this happening to her, too?; WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME? She finally collasped, and a slow breath escaped her mouth, her head ringing with pain.

-- Edited by Swallowtail at 04:18, 2008-05-06

OOC:......um.... idk ^^; idk if she would like it or would be fine.. u guys can choose ^^;

OOC: okay X3 lolz

OOC: Okay. Cause I don't know what's happening... so... yesh. You may controll my character while I'm gone.

OCC: huh what happened to SwallowTail? is she alive? oh & thanks to BraveHeart


-- Edited by 0menstorm at 08:25, 2008-05-08

[[ No, Omen. Swallowtail is in Starclan, but you all shall see a very interesting twist soon... X3 ]]

OOC:umm... Swllowtail died and is now in
Starclan

0cc: ok then


OmenStorms blinked a few times and felt the servre pain die down. She could turn her head to the head but it hurted when she did, she let out a desperate sigh. The den was silent and dark, only some leaves tumbled across the ground from the incoming breeze. Her life was a mere endless dark sky with no stars to guide her until she saw what she thought was a light flickering in the distance. "hfmp" she groaned, stretching out her back legs, but the flickering light come closer and closer.
The warrior didn't move an inch, she was dazzled by this light maybe it was suppose to guide her? that sounded silly.
"feeling better, OmenStorm?" asked the flame, looking at her through the thin air. "i guess so" she yawned, abit startled.
"good" the flame moved closer to her, OmenStorm looked up. Some glowing firer flies buzzed around the flame showing its true form.
"did you eat the poppy seeds?" asked RacconFur, his fur shinning in the low moonlight.
"RaccoonFur, i didn't know you were a training MEdince Cat" she exclaimed.
"no i'm not, you should know better than that, we've been apprentices together anways i've
always sid the path of a warrior was the greatest path i could have ever chanced upon"
she relaxed abit, letting her eyes drift over to him.