Character Moments
a surprise deputy
"It was just a touch before moonhigh, and the white light streamed onto Riverclan's camp as some slept, and others were left with patrols and their own personal business to attend to. These were times when cats were busy, but Russetstar couldn't wait until morning for his own announcement, and the ceremonies that were already overdue with Bucknight's murder pushing them far too back. Striding out from his new den into the clearing, he surely seemed like there was a lot of pressure on the new leader to help his clan recover- but really, he knew that he had to do this, for everyone who depended on him. His clanmates, Starclan, his whole family- they needed him, and he was ready to serve the worthy cause. Stepping onto the streamstone carefully, His fur bristled nervously as he let out a loud yowl, to anybody who could hear him. "All cats old enough to swim, gather around the streamstone for a clan meeting!" He would make them proud- oh, that's what he would do."
"Blackgaze carefully padded out from the warrior's den at hearing the call of RiverClan's new leader, her blank green gaze stared off straight ahead of her as she padded into the clearing and close to the streamstone. The black she-cat sat down to the side, her tail curling neatly around her paws as her unseeing eyes were fixed not exactly at Russetstar. Though, her ears her pricked up high and straight, swiveled towards the direction Blackgaze has heard the RiverClan leader's voice come from. Her full attention was on the tom, ready to hear his announcement. Even if the black cat couldn't see her leader, she could hear him just fine and that's all she really needed. It wasn't like Russetstar was going to act out and dance the announcements; no matter how hilarious that sounded."
"First things first- if the tom needed to establish a clan from the ruins of evil, he needed to pick a deputy- and looking down towards the gathered cats, there was one who immediately came to mind. Though she was blind, she was also brave and helpful, and a friend til the end- somebody he couldn't not want standing beside him as a deputy. Clearing his throat quickly before he spoke, the tom flattened out his own fur before making his announcement. "Ever since Bucknight and Thornfrost have been dethroned, Riverclan's been in need of a new deputy who will be able to keep the clan safe and sound alongside myself, in hope that darkness will never reach us again." The leader had been quite hesitant in choosing who would work with him, but he was sure of his final decision, now that he had decided on the perfect candidate for the position. "Blackgaze,I would be honored for you to serve as Riverclan's deputy, if you'd accept.""
"Blackgaze's milky green eyes widened at these words, her ears twitching as if she wasn't hearing things right. The black she-cat stood up fully, her blank and unseeing gaze staring past Russetstar and at the clearing wall. Though, it was clear that her attention was on him. She shifted her large body a bit, her tail swishing softly behind her as her blind eyes shimmering slightly in the silent moment it took her to process what she was going to say to this honorable position. "I... I accept the position as RiverClan's deputy, Russetstar... I'm very honored to be your choice." she spoke with a strong but astonished voice. She was surprised that she, of all the great warriors in RiverClan, would be chosen to be deputy. 'He... He knows I'm blind right?... Yeah...' she thought. 'That would be very awkward if he didn't...'"
"Blackgaze carefully padded out from the warrior's den at hearing the call of RiverClan's new leader, her blank green gaze stared off straight ahead of her as she padded into the clearing and close to the streamstone. The black she-cat sat down to the side, her tail curling neatly around her paws as her unseeing eyes were fixed not exactly at Russetstar. Though, her ears her pricked up high and straight, swiveled towards the direction Blackgaze has heard the RiverClan leader's voice come from. Her full attention was on the tom, ready to hear his announcement. Even if the black cat couldn't see her leader, she could hear him just fine and that's all she really needed. It wasn't like Russetstar was going to act out and dance the announcements; no matter how hilarious that sounded."
"First things first- if the tom needed to establish a clan from the ruins of evil, he needed to pick a deputy- and looking down towards the gathered cats, there was one who immediately came to mind. Though she was blind, she was also brave and helpful, and a friend til the end- somebody he couldn't not want standing beside him as a deputy. Clearing his throat quickly before he spoke, the tom flattened out his own fur before making his announcement. "Ever since Bucknight and Thornfrost have been dethroned, Riverclan's been in need of a new deputy who will be able to keep the clan safe and sound alongside myself, in hope that darkness will never reach us again." The leader had been quite hesitant in choosing who would work with him, but he was sure of his final decision, now that he had decided on the perfect candidate for the position. "Blackgaze,I would be honored for you to serve as Riverclan's deputy, if you'd accept.""
"Blackgaze's milky green eyes widened at these words, her ears twitching as if she wasn't hearing things right. The black she-cat stood up fully, her blank and unseeing gaze staring past Russetstar and at the clearing wall. Though, it was clear that her attention was on him. She shifted her large body a bit, her tail swishing softly behind her as her blind eyes shimmering slightly in the silent moment it took her to process what she was going to say to this honorable position. "I... I accept the position as RiverClan's deputy, Russetstar... I'm very honored to be your choice." she spoke with a strong but astonished voice. She was surprised that she, of all the great warriors in RiverClan, would be chosen to be deputy. 'He... He knows I'm blind right?... Yeah...' she thought. 'That would be very awkward if he didn't...'"
Only a shiver in the snow
"Now,he felt extremely guilty for leaving Riverclan for a second time. To see his...mates face when he said he had to leave for a short period of time made his heart break. It had already been so soon after him attempting to leave for Thunderclan,that he was sure of the idea Whisperblaze leaving the safety of Riverclan scared him. But he knew why he was out here,he had to leave. He would be back,nothing bad would happen to him.
When that dream disrupted him that night he felt disturbed and unsettled,the images flashing in his head when remembering what he had seen. It had been a small male kit,shivering alone out here in these woods. His paws were beyond Riverclan safety, but it all felt so familiar. Even if the kit dream wasn't a vision, at least he tried. He felt worry if it was true,to have such a young kit be alone in the late stages of leaf bare when there was more snow piling,and no den or mother to keep him warm. It only made Whisper more persistent to find this kit.
He let his paws wander,his ears perked for any sign of noise or movement. His bright blue eyes glazed the snow covered area,trees raw with no leaves as the chilled breeze ruffling his feathery pelt slightly. The forest he was in was unfamiliar to him,but so familiar at the same time from his dream. All seemed silent as for now all he could hear was his breathing, steam of fog coming from his nose and mouth as he continued walking."
"The small, unnamed, kitten was lying in the snow. He had given up on trying to stay warm in the freezing temperatures of the snow, and it wasn't like he could call anyone for help. The grey kitten's tabby pelt almost blended in with the white of the snow, the short pelt doing nothing for the violently shivering kit. His breathing was slow, but heavy, as he tried to stay alive and not suffer from some kind of frostbite or hypothermia. He opened his mouth, as he had been periodically for awhile, as if he was trying to mewl or call for any kind of help. Though, no noise left his throat. The unnamed kit couldn't call for anyone and only hoped that his mother didn't mean to leave him here and would come back. The grey tabby was trying hard to keep his eyes open at this point, his violent shivering taking energy from him and making him tired. The small kit's short, wiry-like, fur was a bit damp from melted snow, but the dampness only made him colder. The longer he was out here let his body temperature keep dropping, allowing the dampness on his body to slowly start freezing over due to his body warmth not being high enough to keep it unfrozen and damp. The unnamed kitten began to slowly close his eyes as he lied in the snow, his mind wondering if this was it. Was the three moons he lived so far all he got to live? Was life really that cruel to a small, mute, kitten? So far, it seemed like it was."
"It wasn't the earliest in the day,the sun didn't hang above him as high as it was when he had left his home early this dawn. It would become nightfall soon,but he did not want to sleep until his mind was put at rest. he couldn't bare to make himself a makeshift nest and rest while there may be the kit he saw,shivering to death in his dream. Maybe it was the father instinct in him. He never got the chance to be a father,he never had a moment to see his kits before they all passed away. he never got anything. To the drive to find this grey kit was the only thing he thought about. He didn't care how Russetstar would react to him bringing home a kit,if he didn't accept it,though he was sure he would,he would raise it himself. He would be the best father he could be. His eyes grazed upon the shivering kits finally,though his eyes squinted unsure. The kits color blended into the snow rather well,so he drew his steps closer to the shivering figure to make sure. Had this been the kit that he had seen?"
"The small kitten continued to just lie there, being too cold to try to move at the moment. His body was curled into a ball as to try to conserve what little heat he had in his tiny body. The kitten continued to violently shiver, his body freezing and dropping into a colder state by every second that passed. He had fully closed his eyes by now, the green-grey colored orbs shrouded in darkness as he let out slow breaths. Unknown to the freezing kitten at the moment was the fully grown tom near him, the cold that seeped into the kitten's body the only thing he could feel at the moment. He couldn't really notice the other cat at the moment, the only thing he knew now was the cold. If something wasn't done quick, the small kitten's last moments would have only been knowing nothing but the harsh and unforgiving cold."
"Now he knew it was the kit he had seen in his dream. His paces grew faster,blue eyes focused on the shivering kit. When he finally made his way over to him,he was appalled by the scene. The scrawny looking kit looked like it had been out here for hours, their pelt wet by melted snow. He figured by the time it would take to transport him to a den,it would be to late. So instead,he simply sat down and curled around the small tom,his thick feathery fur providing as a heat source. He curled around him,his fluffed out tail lacing it's self around the others body. He bent down and began to press small soothing licks to the kit inorder to warm him,making sure his body was touching the kit inorder to give warmth. "Please don't die on me..." his voice was hushed,mixed with worry as he said it between licks. He would warm the kit up enough so that he could carry him to a den near by. He hoped he got there in time."
"The kitten continued to shiver even as warmth from the new cat's fur and body slowly began to transfer into him. Though, the kit moved a bit and weakly pressed their body against the older cat. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew that warmth was slowly being transferred into his small, cold, body and that it felt better then the freezing feeling he had been feeling for who knows how long. The abandoned kit opened up one eye a small bit, seeing almost nothing but blurriness due to the ice frozen on his eyelashes and the odd feeling of slowly, but a bit suddenly, changing temperatures. Though, he did spot a greyish colored figure in the snow next to him. The small kit believed this was another cat who had come to save him, or maybe this was all a dream. Who knows, maybe he would wake up curled next to his mother and find out that everything was all a dream and the cat that had birthed him actually loved him even if he was a tiny mute kitten. Though, if this wasn't a dream, the kit felt happy to know that something cared for him enough to try and save him from his freezing death."
"Blue hues focused on the other cat as he looked up at him. He bent down again,pressing licks to the toms forehead and face,and anywhere else he could reach,wanting to get any frost off of him. He was pressed as close as he possibly could without basically sitting on the kit,hoping his large body was giving him some heat. Was this the kitten I saw in my dream...? It must be,right? He hoped he was helping. He didn't know where the kits mother was but guessing by the condition,the kit had been left out here for Starclan knows how long. "My name is Whisperblaze, I'm here to take care of you now." his voice was quiet,as if speaking to loud were going to break something. Once the kit was warmed up he would find a den somewhere,and the following morning take him back to Riverclan if he couldn't find his mother. Should I go looking for her..?"
"The kitten closed his eye once more, lowering his head back down as he pressed it against the body of the older cat around him. Hearing those words, he seemed to calm as his shivering went down and down. The kit was slowly warming up and would soon be brought back from the death that had seemed to await him out here in the freezing snow. The grey tabby tom slowly curled up against Whisperblaze's body, burrowing into the older cat's fur as he did so. The cold kitten stayed quiet, not like he could actually speak, but continued to press against the other tom. He was still cold and freezing but the warmth from Whisperblaze was strong enough to make him slowly warm up. Of course, once the older cat moved away from him the kitten would be cold again. That's the only thing the abandoned kitten was dreading at the moment."
"He continued to press warming licks to the kits fur, getting any remaining snow off of him. He watched the shivering go down and down slowly and was glad he was helping,resting his head on top of the small kits body for extra warmth. he didn't know how long he had been wandering, but his paws ached and it was slowly getting darker outside. Being out in the open wasn't something he was used to, used to being curled up in a closed in den and a nest. But he wanted the kit to be warm enough so that he could carry him and not have to worry. So he would wait patiently, not that he minded at all. "I don't know where your mother is but...I'll take care of you." is was hushed quiet words, more like a promise to himself. He had never gotten to meet his kits before they had passed, he had never had a chance to be a father. Well, now he did. And he sure as hell wouldn't mess up like last time. His head resting on the kits flank gently, making sure to not to put to much weight on the toms body. "You're safe now,I'm not going anywhere." he mewed as he saw the kit burry into his thick fur. He smiled, a small purr erupting from him."
"The abandoned kitten had warmed up mostly, as it was still cold in the snow and that's still what he was laying on. His shivering had slowed to a soft pace and he seemed to keep warm with Whisperblaze's fluffy and feathery fur. The kit continued to press against Whisperblaze, wondering how long they'd stay out here in the snow. He wasn't sure what danger there was to being out here other than freezing to death like he just almost did, but the kit still knew that the older cat warming him up would most likely take him somewhere. Wherever it was, the unnamed kit was fine with it as he just didn't want to be in the snow anymore. He was cold and tired, just wanting to sleep somewhere out of the wet and frozen snow."
"He felt a sense of ease feelings the kit warm up more and more under his touches. He didn't know how close the kit was to death before he had arrive, he had no idea where the kits mother was be she had seemed long gone at this point. He lifted his head off of the smaller tom, looking around. It was darker to say the least, the sun setting to create a hue of darker blues against the forest as the sun was slowly turning into the moon. He shifted the kit off of him for a moment, before bending down and picking him up by the scruff. As a kit there was extra skin there, so he wasn't hurting him, making sure his teeth didn't dig into the kits skin to much as he carried him. Blue eyes scanned around for a place to rest,and his paws started moving, looking around for a place he could make a possibly shelter for the night before he had to return to riverclan the following day."
"The small kitten let out a breath of air as he was picked up, seeming to be tiredly huffing as the warmth of the older cat's body was taken away from him. Though, he didn't protest against Whisperblaze picking him up as it was still better than being in the freezing cold of the snow. Shivering still, the abandoned kitten let himself dangle from the scruff of skin on his neck. It seemed to be like he was brought back to life almost, his body not as still as it had been and his breathing steady now. The grey tabby kit had still uttered no word or sound, despite looking old enough to know how to speak and of course he should know how to give any voicing noise. Though, he hadn't yet. It could be because he was scared and cold, but you'd have to wait to find out and see."
"He kept his paws moving,he wanted to find a place that would be safe for the night. He didn't want the kit moving to much, seeing as he'd have to move his head a to to look around, so he looked back and shifted a bit, placing the unnamed kit on his large back instead. "Hang on lil one." his voice was soft, as he turned back forward and looked for anything that could be a makeshift den. Blue hues came across a fallen tree,no snow or a drop of moisture seemed to be under it. He padded closer,smiling a bit as he found the place. There was moss and feather stuffed between the roots of the tree, slipping his small paws in to get them out, careful to keep his balance to keep the kit on his back comfortable. Moving quickly, he shifted the moss and feathers to make a more over sized nest for him and the kit, turning his head to pick the kit up again and place him into the more dry,warm nest which was better then snow. He noticed the kit hadn't spoken at all which was shocking, not one mew. "Do you have a name?""
"The small grey tabby kitten buried his body into Whisperblaze's back as the older tom placed him on his back. The kit burrowed into the fluffy fur of the male, hoping that by pressing close he wouldn't fall from the cat's back and onto the freezing cold ground. He waited it out, pressing closer as the cat moved his paws to pull out moss and make a nest in the dry place under the tree. The silver-grey kit gave a soft squirm, not too much to make sure there wasn't trouble for Whisperblaze, when he was picked back up though. Being placed in the new, makeshift, nest, the unnamed kitten curled up. He blinked at the older cat's question, looking up with greenish-grey eyes that shimmered as he stared. Not speaking, as he couldn't, the kitten thought through the question. Shivering, his thoughts went a little off track for a moment before he came back into reality and shook his head slightly."
"It's at that moment he noticed the kit hadn't spoken the whole time, from the moment he had found him to when it came to asking him about his name. His eyes softend, and he gave a small smile. "No need to speak - it's alright," his voice was sincere,soft and accepting. He didn't need the kit to speak if they couldn't or didn't want to, he would never force anything that couldn't happen. He would love him just as much. "I'll give you a name, your name will be Shiverkit, for your shivering of course, not that it's a bad thing. It makes you who you are." he smiled a bit more,pressing a soft lick to the kits forehead. He pulled away, looking back at the entrance of the den, "I will be right back, I'm going to go catch us something to eat so we don't go hungry. I'll be back soon, I promise." his tone was sincere, not wanting Shiverkit to think he was abandoning him,or leaving him just as his mother had."
"The now named kitten gave a small breath of air as an answer to Whisperblaze. Shiverkit wanted to show some kind of gratitude for his new name, liking the sound of it even though he'd never be able to say it out loud for himself. The grey tabby shuffled a bit as the older cat began to step away, almost as if he was going to stand up and try to run over to the other tom. It was as if Shiverkit had thought the new cat who had just saved him was going to abandon him like he had just been. Though, hearing the reassuring and comforting words coming from Whisperblaze, telling Shiver that he wasn't going to leave him alone once more, the kitten settled back down. His green-grey eyes shimmered as they seemed to almost silently, but quite adorably, bore holes into Whisperblaze himself. It wasn't like he could do anything else but stare; his body language undeveloped and his speech nonexistent."
"Whisperblaze stood up, once against shifting the kit so he would be warm in the nest without him. He slipped out of the makeshift den,blue eyes wandering around. Snow was melting around him, puddles forming around the ground and becoming mushy under his paws as he walked. The wet place would hide his scent well. He opened his maw, mouth watering for any scent. He was very good at hunting, not just fish even of he was simply a riverclan cat, but also very skilled at hunting on land. He caught the scent of a mouse, following after it with small steps as he paced after it. Blue hues caught sight of the creature quickly, the rodent nibbling on fresh new green leaves at the bottom of a tree. He was close, his light fur blending in toe the left over snow(very little) that was still on the ground. He stepped forward, as quiet as could be, weight on his back paws to make him seem weightless as he purged forward, mouth watering. He then pounced, claws out stretched for the prey and it squeaked in protest, though went silent at the impact of his paws. he gave a killing bite just in case, not wanting it to suffer. He picked up the prey, a satisfied smile on his face. His stomach felt even more empty now. The mouse was pretty plump, as if must've been kept away during the winter as most animals were during the cold, for hibernation. He made his way back to the den, back to Shiverkit. He had a name now. Anyway, he slipped into the den, a smile on his face. He didn't know the last time the kit had eaten,and he was frankly worried because of that, seeing as the tom looked pretty skinny. He placed down the mouse infront of the kit as he settled himself down back to where he was before, snugged close to the other to reassure he was warm. "Go ahead and eat, you must be hungry." he smiled, motioning his head to the mouse. He would eat the leftovers of the mouse, and he didn't mind if there wasn't much left after that,seeing as they were going to Riverclan the following morning, he could eat there. His mind wandered to what Russet would think about this kit,they had only recently became mates, would he want to start a family so soon? Would he accept the kit as his own like Whisper had already, imprinting on him? He didn't care. He knew Russet too well, and knew the Riverclan leader would accept his kit as his own, and perhaps his (step) daughter Shellkit would enjoy spending time with Shiverkit aswel. Plus,is Russet didn't accept him (though he doubted it) he would take are of Shiverkit himself on his own. He already felt protective of the small kit,from seeing him shivering cold for starclan knows how long. He nudged the mouse closer."
"Shiverkit waited in the corner of the makeshift nest as Whisperblaze left to go hunt, his body curled up to preserve what little heat his body mustered up from just going out his day-to-day basis. Even though it wasn't too cold, it was cold enough that Shiverkit and his short-furred coat couldn't stop themselves from being cold. The silver-colored kitten pushed softly at the moss that made up the nest with his small paws in a fit of boredom and to not fall asleep before the older cat came back with a meal for the two of them. The grey tabby slightly looked up when the RiverClan warrior came back from hunting. His small nose picked up the scent of the dead mouse and he shuffled a bit, hunger getting to him. He didn't exactly go to eat the mouse when Whisperblaze set it down first though, seeing how he thought the older cat would start eating first. Of course, Shiverkit had always been the last to eat anything back before his mother decided to leave him in the snow. He still didn't know if the molly who gave birth to him would ever come back for him. Shiverkit kind of hoped she would, but also deep down he didn't. He didn't know if he could survive with that she-cat, though he felt like he'd have a great place and a nice life with this other tom. Once Whisperblaze nudged the dead mouse closer to Shiverkit is when he got the signal that it was his time to eat, even if the older tom hadn't taken one bite yet. The small kitten moved a bit closer to the freshkill to eat from it, quickly scarfing down small bites as he was starving. Though, he seemed to leave a bit of the mouse for Whisperblaze. He may be hungry, but the kitten wasn't going to just leave the other cat without food."
"Whisperblaze smiled as he watched the kit eat, glad to finally see the tom eat. To him he was skin and bones basically, and was rather worried for his health. But they had a talented medicine cat,and he was sure he could be looked at. When he noticed the kit stop eating,he noted that he was leaving some for him. He was bigger,having more weight on him then the kit, and ate before he had left Riverclan territory. He could eat when he arrived back,he was sure the kit was very hungry,and wanted him to eat a full proper meal if necessary. He shaked his head softly,still smiling. "You go ahead and finish it up, Shiverkit. I'm not hungry." he replied softly, nudging the mouse back to him. He let his blue eyes wander around the den for a moment,thinking. He looked back at the tiny cat, "Would you like to come home with me?" he asked a simple yes or no question, wording it carefully so if he wanted he could simply answer with the shake of his head. He wondered if the kit wanted to go with his mother. If so,Whisperblaze would stay out here as long as he need to find the mother if thats what he wanted."
(ONGOING)
When that dream disrupted him that night he felt disturbed and unsettled,the images flashing in his head when remembering what he had seen. It had been a small male kit,shivering alone out here in these woods. His paws were beyond Riverclan safety, but it all felt so familiar. Even if the kit dream wasn't a vision, at least he tried. He felt worry if it was true,to have such a young kit be alone in the late stages of leaf bare when there was more snow piling,and no den or mother to keep him warm. It only made Whisper more persistent to find this kit.
He let his paws wander,his ears perked for any sign of noise or movement. His bright blue eyes glazed the snow covered area,trees raw with no leaves as the chilled breeze ruffling his feathery pelt slightly. The forest he was in was unfamiliar to him,but so familiar at the same time from his dream. All seemed silent as for now all he could hear was his breathing, steam of fog coming from his nose and mouth as he continued walking."
"The small, unnamed, kitten was lying in the snow. He had given up on trying to stay warm in the freezing temperatures of the snow, and it wasn't like he could call anyone for help. The grey kitten's tabby pelt almost blended in with the white of the snow, the short pelt doing nothing for the violently shivering kit. His breathing was slow, but heavy, as he tried to stay alive and not suffer from some kind of frostbite or hypothermia. He opened his mouth, as he had been periodically for awhile, as if he was trying to mewl or call for any kind of help. Though, no noise left his throat. The unnamed kit couldn't call for anyone and only hoped that his mother didn't mean to leave him here and would come back. The grey tabby was trying hard to keep his eyes open at this point, his violent shivering taking energy from him and making him tired. The small kit's short, wiry-like, fur was a bit damp from melted snow, but the dampness only made him colder. The longer he was out here let his body temperature keep dropping, allowing the dampness on his body to slowly start freezing over due to his body warmth not being high enough to keep it unfrozen and damp. The unnamed kitten began to slowly close his eyes as he lied in the snow, his mind wondering if this was it. Was the three moons he lived so far all he got to live? Was life really that cruel to a small, mute, kitten? So far, it seemed like it was."
"It wasn't the earliest in the day,the sun didn't hang above him as high as it was when he had left his home early this dawn. It would become nightfall soon,but he did not want to sleep until his mind was put at rest. he couldn't bare to make himself a makeshift nest and rest while there may be the kit he saw,shivering to death in his dream. Maybe it was the father instinct in him. He never got the chance to be a father,he never had a moment to see his kits before they all passed away. he never got anything. To the drive to find this grey kit was the only thing he thought about. He didn't care how Russetstar would react to him bringing home a kit,if he didn't accept it,though he was sure he would,he would raise it himself. He would be the best father he could be. His eyes grazed upon the shivering kits finally,though his eyes squinted unsure. The kits color blended into the snow rather well,so he drew his steps closer to the shivering figure to make sure. Had this been the kit that he had seen?"
"The small kitten continued to just lie there, being too cold to try to move at the moment. His body was curled into a ball as to try to conserve what little heat he had in his tiny body. The kitten continued to violently shiver, his body freezing and dropping into a colder state by every second that passed. He had fully closed his eyes by now, the green-grey colored orbs shrouded in darkness as he let out slow breaths. Unknown to the freezing kitten at the moment was the fully grown tom near him, the cold that seeped into the kitten's body the only thing he could feel at the moment. He couldn't really notice the other cat at the moment, the only thing he knew now was the cold. If something wasn't done quick, the small kitten's last moments would have only been knowing nothing but the harsh and unforgiving cold."
"Now he knew it was the kit he had seen in his dream. His paces grew faster,blue eyes focused on the shivering kit. When he finally made his way over to him,he was appalled by the scene. The scrawny looking kit looked like it had been out here for hours, their pelt wet by melted snow. He figured by the time it would take to transport him to a den,it would be to late. So instead,he simply sat down and curled around the small tom,his thick feathery fur providing as a heat source. He curled around him,his fluffed out tail lacing it's self around the others body. He bent down and began to press small soothing licks to the kit inorder to warm him,making sure his body was touching the kit inorder to give warmth. "Please don't die on me..." his voice was hushed,mixed with worry as he said it between licks. He would warm the kit up enough so that he could carry him to a den near by. He hoped he got there in time."
"The kitten continued to shiver even as warmth from the new cat's fur and body slowly began to transfer into him. Though, the kit moved a bit and weakly pressed their body against the older cat. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew that warmth was slowly being transferred into his small, cold, body and that it felt better then the freezing feeling he had been feeling for who knows how long. The abandoned kit opened up one eye a small bit, seeing almost nothing but blurriness due to the ice frozen on his eyelashes and the odd feeling of slowly, but a bit suddenly, changing temperatures. Though, he did spot a greyish colored figure in the snow next to him. The small kit believed this was another cat who had come to save him, or maybe this was all a dream. Who knows, maybe he would wake up curled next to his mother and find out that everything was all a dream and the cat that had birthed him actually loved him even if he was a tiny mute kitten. Though, if this wasn't a dream, the kit felt happy to know that something cared for him enough to try and save him from his freezing death."
"Blue hues focused on the other cat as he looked up at him. He bent down again,pressing licks to the toms forehead and face,and anywhere else he could reach,wanting to get any frost off of him. He was pressed as close as he possibly could without basically sitting on the kit,hoping his large body was giving him some heat. Was this the kitten I saw in my dream...? It must be,right? He hoped he was helping. He didn't know where the kits mother was but guessing by the condition,the kit had been left out here for Starclan knows how long. "My name is Whisperblaze, I'm here to take care of you now." his voice was quiet,as if speaking to loud were going to break something. Once the kit was warmed up he would find a den somewhere,and the following morning take him back to Riverclan if he couldn't find his mother. Should I go looking for her..?"
"The kitten closed his eye once more, lowering his head back down as he pressed it against the body of the older cat around him. Hearing those words, he seemed to calm as his shivering went down and down. The kit was slowly warming up and would soon be brought back from the death that had seemed to await him out here in the freezing snow. The grey tabby tom slowly curled up against Whisperblaze's body, burrowing into the older cat's fur as he did so. The cold kitten stayed quiet, not like he could actually speak, but continued to press against the other tom. He was still cold and freezing but the warmth from Whisperblaze was strong enough to make him slowly warm up. Of course, once the older cat moved away from him the kitten would be cold again. That's the only thing the abandoned kitten was dreading at the moment."
"He continued to press warming licks to the kits fur, getting any remaining snow off of him. He watched the shivering go down and down slowly and was glad he was helping,resting his head on top of the small kits body for extra warmth. he didn't know how long he had been wandering, but his paws ached and it was slowly getting darker outside. Being out in the open wasn't something he was used to, used to being curled up in a closed in den and a nest. But he wanted the kit to be warm enough so that he could carry him and not have to worry. So he would wait patiently, not that he minded at all. "I don't know where your mother is but...I'll take care of you." is was hushed quiet words, more like a promise to himself. He had never gotten to meet his kits before they had passed, he had never had a chance to be a father. Well, now he did. And he sure as hell wouldn't mess up like last time. His head resting on the kits flank gently, making sure to not to put to much weight on the toms body. "You're safe now,I'm not going anywhere." he mewed as he saw the kit burry into his thick fur. He smiled, a small purr erupting from him."
"The abandoned kitten had warmed up mostly, as it was still cold in the snow and that's still what he was laying on. His shivering had slowed to a soft pace and he seemed to keep warm with Whisperblaze's fluffy and feathery fur. The kit continued to press against Whisperblaze, wondering how long they'd stay out here in the snow. He wasn't sure what danger there was to being out here other than freezing to death like he just almost did, but the kit still knew that the older cat warming him up would most likely take him somewhere. Wherever it was, the unnamed kit was fine with it as he just didn't want to be in the snow anymore. He was cold and tired, just wanting to sleep somewhere out of the wet and frozen snow."
"He felt a sense of ease feelings the kit warm up more and more under his touches. He didn't know how close the kit was to death before he had arrive, he had no idea where the kits mother was be she had seemed long gone at this point. He lifted his head off of the smaller tom, looking around. It was darker to say the least, the sun setting to create a hue of darker blues against the forest as the sun was slowly turning into the moon. He shifted the kit off of him for a moment, before bending down and picking him up by the scruff. As a kit there was extra skin there, so he wasn't hurting him, making sure his teeth didn't dig into the kits skin to much as he carried him. Blue eyes scanned around for a place to rest,and his paws started moving, looking around for a place he could make a possibly shelter for the night before he had to return to riverclan the following day."
"The small kitten let out a breath of air as he was picked up, seeming to be tiredly huffing as the warmth of the older cat's body was taken away from him. Though, he didn't protest against Whisperblaze picking him up as it was still better than being in the freezing cold of the snow. Shivering still, the abandoned kitten let himself dangle from the scruff of skin on his neck. It seemed to be like he was brought back to life almost, his body not as still as it had been and his breathing steady now. The grey tabby kit had still uttered no word or sound, despite looking old enough to know how to speak and of course he should know how to give any voicing noise. Though, he hadn't yet. It could be because he was scared and cold, but you'd have to wait to find out and see."
"He kept his paws moving,he wanted to find a place that would be safe for the night. He didn't want the kit moving to much, seeing as he'd have to move his head a to to look around, so he looked back and shifted a bit, placing the unnamed kit on his large back instead. "Hang on lil one." his voice was soft, as he turned back forward and looked for anything that could be a makeshift den. Blue hues came across a fallen tree,no snow or a drop of moisture seemed to be under it. He padded closer,smiling a bit as he found the place. There was moss and feather stuffed between the roots of the tree, slipping his small paws in to get them out, careful to keep his balance to keep the kit on his back comfortable. Moving quickly, he shifted the moss and feathers to make a more over sized nest for him and the kit, turning his head to pick the kit up again and place him into the more dry,warm nest which was better then snow. He noticed the kit hadn't spoken at all which was shocking, not one mew. "Do you have a name?""
"The small grey tabby kitten buried his body into Whisperblaze's back as the older tom placed him on his back. The kit burrowed into the fluffy fur of the male, hoping that by pressing close he wouldn't fall from the cat's back and onto the freezing cold ground. He waited it out, pressing closer as the cat moved his paws to pull out moss and make a nest in the dry place under the tree. The silver-grey kit gave a soft squirm, not too much to make sure there wasn't trouble for Whisperblaze, when he was picked back up though. Being placed in the new, makeshift, nest, the unnamed kitten curled up. He blinked at the older cat's question, looking up with greenish-grey eyes that shimmered as he stared. Not speaking, as he couldn't, the kitten thought through the question. Shivering, his thoughts went a little off track for a moment before he came back into reality and shook his head slightly."
"It's at that moment he noticed the kit hadn't spoken the whole time, from the moment he had found him to when it came to asking him about his name. His eyes softend, and he gave a small smile. "No need to speak - it's alright," his voice was sincere,soft and accepting. He didn't need the kit to speak if they couldn't or didn't want to, he would never force anything that couldn't happen. He would love him just as much. "I'll give you a name, your name will be Shiverkit, for your shivering of course, not that it's a bad thing. It makes you who you are." he smiled a bit more,pressing a soft lick to the kits forehead. He pulled away, looking back at the entrance of the den, "I will be right back, I'm going to go catch us something to eat so we don't go hungry. I'll be back soon, I promise." his tone was sincere, not wanting Shiverkit to think he was abandoning him,or leaving him just as his mother had."
"The now named kitten gave a small breath of air as an answer to Whisperblaze. Shiverkit wanted to show some kind of gratitude for his new name, liking the sound of it even though he'd never be able to say it out loud for himself. The grey tabby shuffled a bit as the older cat began to step away, almost as if he was going to stand up and try to run over to the other tom. It was as if Shiverkit had thought the new cat who had just saved him was going to abandon him like he had just been. Though, hearing the reassuring and comforting words coming from Whisperblaze, telling Shiver that he wasn't going to leave him alone once more, the kitten settled back down. His green-grey eyes shimmered as they seemed to almost silently, but quite adorably, bore holes into Whisperblaze himself. It wasn't like he could do anything else but stare; his body language undeveloped and his speech nonexistent."
"Whisperblaze stood up, once against shifting the kit so he would be warm in the nest without him. He slipped out of the makeshift den,blue eyes wandering around. Snow was melting around him, puddles forming around the ground and becoming mushy under his paws as he walked. The wet place would hide his scent well. He opened his maw, mouth watering for any scent. He was very good at hunting, not just fish even of he was simply a riverclan cat, but also very skilled at hunting on land. He caught the scent of a mouse, following after it with small steps as he paced after it. Blue hues caught sight of the creature quickly, the rodent nibbling on fresh new green leaves at the bottom of a tree. He was close, his light fur blending in toe the left over snow(very little) that was still on the ground. He stepped forward, as quiet as could be, weight on his back paws to make him seem weightless as he purged forward, mouth watering. He then pounced, claws out stretched for the prey and it squeaked in protest, though went silent at the impact of his paws. he gave a killing bite just in case, not wanting it to suffer. He picked up the prey, a satisfied smile on his face. His stomach felt even more empty now. The mouse was pretty plump, as if must've been kept away during the winter as most animals were during the cold, for hibernation. He made his way back to the den, back to Shiverkit. He had a name now. Anyway, he slipped into the den, a smile on his face. He didn't know the last time the kit had eaten,and he was frankly worried because of that, seeing as the tom looked pretty skinny. He placed down the mouse infront of the kit as he settled himself down back to where he was before, snugged close to the other to reassure he was warm. "Go ahead and eat, you must be hungry." he smiled, motioning his head to the mouse. He would eat the leftovers of the mouse, and he didn't mind if there wasn't much left after that,seeing as they were going to Riverclan the following morning, he could eat there. His mind wandered to what Russet would think about this kit,they had only recently became mates, would he want to start a family so soon? Would he accept the kit as his own like Whisper had already, imprinting on him? He didn't care. He knew Russet too well, and knew the Riverclan leader would accept his kit as his own, and perhaps his (step) daughter Shellkit would enjoy spending time with Shiverkit aswel. Plus,is Russet didn't accept him (though he doubted it) he would take are of Shiverkit himself on his own. He already felt protective of the small kit,from seeing him shivering cold for starclan knows how long. He nudged the mouse closer."
"Shiverkit waited in the corner of the makeshift nest as Whisperblaze left to go hunt, his body curled up to preserve what little heat his body mustered up from just going out his day-to-day basis. Even though it wasn't too cold, it was cold enough that Shiverkit and his short-furred coat couldn't stop themselves from being cold. The silver-colored kitten pushed softly at the moss that made up the nest with his small paws in a fit of boredom and to not fall asleep before the older cat came back with a meal for the two of them. The grey tabby slightly looked up when the RiverClan warrior came back from hunting. His small nose picked up the scent of the dead mouse and he shuffled a bit, hunger getting to him. He didn't exactly go to eat the mouse when Whisperblaze set it down first though, seeing how he thought the older cat would start eating first. Of course, Shiverkit had always been the last to eat anything back before his mother decided to leave him in the snow. He still didn't know if the molly who gave birth to him would ever come back for him. Shiverkit kind of hoped she would, but also deep down he didn't. He didn't know if he could survive with that she-cat, though he felt like he'd have a great place and a nice life with this other tom. Once Whisperblaze nudged the dead mouse closer to Shiverkit is when he got the signal that it was his time to eat, even if the older tom hadn't taken one bite yet. The small kitten moved a bit closer to the freshkill to eat from it, quickly scarfing down small bites as he was starving. Though, he seemed to leave a bit of the mouse for Whisperblaze. He may be hungry, but the kitten wasn't going to just leave the other cat without food."
"Whisperblaze smiled as he watched the kit eat, glad to finally see the tom eat. To him he was skin and bones basically, and was rather worried for his health. But they had a talented medicine cat,and he was sure he could be looked at. When he noticed the kit stop eating,he noted that he was leaving some for him. He was bigger,having more weight on him then the kit, and ate before he had left Riverclan territory. He could eat when he arrived back,he was sure the kit was very hungry,and wanted him to eat a full proper meal if necessary. He shaked his head softly,still smiling. "You go ahead and finish it up, Shiverkit. I'm not hungry." he replied softly, nudging the mouse back to him. He let his blue eyes wander around the den for a moment,thinking. He looked back at the tiny cat, "Would you like to come home with me?" he asked a simple yes or no question, wording it carefully so if he wanted he could simply answer with the shake of his head. He wondered if the kit wanted to go with his mother. If so,Whisperblaze would stay out here as long as he need to find the mother if thats what he wanted."
(ONGOING)
Death's sweet like caramel
"Thrushflight trotted confidently now. He knew no one was out on the border as the scents of his leader and a companion were growing stale with each minute. Looking towards his friend, he shifted his paws a little and gave the feline a small nudge, whiskers twitching. "The borders are great because no one is ever out on them," he spoke, slowing his pace a little in case Caramelblood decided to retaliate and shove him back. The chocolate calico must've jinxed them because next thing he knew, Thunderclan scent was tickling his nose. Thrushflight came to a sudden halt and tried to pinpoint the scent against the wind. His tail shot upwards, suggesting that Caramelblood stop as well. "Thunderclan," he spoke, his pale blue hues shooting his friend a sinister look. "Not a patrol by the scent of it...."
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Hiddentalon was calmly taking a stroll on the border. His creamy and white tabby pelt was glistening in the sunlight. New-leaf was around the corner. The weather seemed to be getting warmer, but then again, that was probably all in his head. He was so eager to get to the warmer months that nothing else seemed to matter. Although as Hiddentalon walked, he let the fresh air run against his scent glands and he picked up stale scents of the Windclan leader, but fresher scents of a small patrol. Now the warrior had to be careful. He wasn't here to pick a fight, just to enjoy his solitude. What Hiddentalon didn't know was that it'd be the last time he walked the border."
"Caramelblood huffed as Thrushflight nudged him, rolling their crystal blue eyes in slight annoyance. "Yeah. No one's out here much." the caramel-marked cat agreed before the scent of ThunderClan hit his nose. Caramelblood sniffed at the air, their nose lifting a bit to smell the close-by newcomer. "Well... ya jinxed it..." he huffed out to Thrushflight before moving even closer to the border that marked the line between WindClan's territory and ThunderClan. He seemed to be intrested in the scent as it wasn't strong, meaning it was probably only one cat."
"Thrushflight's hues were brimming with ideas suddenly and a sudden blood lust took over his body. "I have an idea..." he spoke quietly, crouching down and slinking towards a tree on the border. There, he awaited his friend to approach, assuming Caramelblood would and once they were there, Thrushflight would give him a long look. "You need to kill them," he spoke. The thought was bunt and really came out of thin air. "Kill them for the sake of the clans. No Dark Forest follower would dare travel alone until the clans are peaceful again," he spoke. His voice was hushed, but very quick as they would miss the chance.
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Hiddentalon had paused. The scent was strong, however he spotted no feline. They better not be crossing the borders... he thought bitterly. He wouldn't tolerate such intrusions. Hiddentalon continued on at a very slow pace, coming upon the tree the two other felines were hiding at. Of course, he had no idea they were there."
"Caramelblood had moved with Thrushflight to hide behind the tree on the border, his blue eyes seeming to dangerously sparkle at their friend's words. "I'll do that..." he muttered out quietly, as to not alert the ThunderClanner on the border. The young cat sniffed at the air to pinpoint where their victim was. The cream and caramel cat looked back at his friend, blue eyes shimmering slightly as he thought of what to do. He could take a stealth approach and surprise the ThunderClannner, or he could just jump out and attack the approaching cat. Though, instead of taking one of those two approaches, he decided to go with a casual approach. The young warrior calmed his face and body into his slightly-emotionless but calm state, one he used around his clan members. They then walked out from behind the tree, staying on the WindClan side of the border for the moment. "W-Whats a Th-Thund-derClanner l-like you d-d-doing out here al-lone...?" he asked with the fake stutter he used to throw off the cats in his clan about his real personality. Caramelblood was going to trick this cat into thinking everything was more-or-so fine until the last moment."
"Hiddentalon was just about to leave when a Windclan cat came into view. Fluffing out his fur and narrowing his amber hues, he dared the unknown cat to approach. Just as he did. "I could ask you the same thing. Especially since you were hiding!" he spoke boldly, spreading his legs out a little bit to get into a defensive stance, his head lowered to line up with his shoulder blades. "As long as you don't cross the border, we won't have any issues!" he declared, giving a small huff. This was a Windclan cat, no matter how weak they seemed to to appear with their stutter. They were enemies and he was going to defend his territory no matter what.
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Meanwhile, Thrushflight crouched down and angled himself just enough to peer around the tree trunk to watch. A smirk was upon his face as he watched. His friend was using his act against the foolish Thunderclan cat. This will be fun to watch, he thought to himself, almost happily. No other clan mates were around so they could do this and run and it'll be like they weren't even there. However Thrushflight's flaw was their scents. He didn't think about covering their scents at all, but it was too late now."
"Caramelblood shrunk down like he was scared. "I-I thoug-ght there we-ere more of you s-so I g-got scared an-nd h-hid..." the young warrior falsely stammered out, looking down at his paws as if he was ashamed of what he did. After a moment, he looked up at Hiddentalon again, moving a bit closer to the borderline but not crossing it. "B-But r-rea-ally... wh-hat ar-re you doing h-here?..." he asked, a bit more serious this time. "I'v-ve nev-ver seen a l-lone Th-hunderClan-nner at the bord-der before..." he stammered out and pretended to awkwardly shuffle his paws as his widened blue eyes stared at the cat across the border from him. His act was great, making him seem like a terrified new apprentice instead of the bloodthirsty warrior that he was. Caramelblood was holding back from attacking the ThunderClan tom, wanting him to let his guard down so he could easily get a shot at him. The plan was to pin him down and slowly kill him with agonizing pain, to teach the lone supposed StarClan worshiper a lesson."
"Hiddentalon only bushed up more as the warrior stepped closer to the border. "No closer! You're pushing the limits!" his voice was slowly becoming a growl as he raised his head up, looking down on the cowering warrior. Hiddentalon felt mighty for a moment. The fact that this feline was acting weak and vulnerable made him feel even more confident. However, his guard wasn't let down in the slightest. "So what, I'm alone. I can still take on a weak Windclanner like you," he sneered, lashing his tail a little bit. "But if you keep asking, I'm patrolling, what are you doing out here alone? You look as though you couldn't harm a fly," he insult came out as a pure growl. He didn't trust this warrior no matter how weak and small they seemed.
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Meanwhile, Thrushflight was watching with perked ears. This acting had his attention, however he was beginning to think that Caramelblood was dragging out too far. The Thunderclan warrior would leave soon if they didn't do something now. Just as he thought, the Thunderclan warrior was losing interest in his apparent insults and body language. "Leave it to me..." he murmured with a small huff and an eye roll. Backing up a little while still staying low, he looked around quickly. Thinking quickly, Thrushflight sat on his haunches, facing the tree and ran his sharp claws through the back several times. The noise was loud enough for even Caramel and Hidden to hear.
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"What's that?" Hiddentalon was momentarily distracted as a noise from a tree was heart nearby. "I thought you were alone!" he hissed suddenly, lowering his guard just long enough to lift his head upwards and let his amber hues search the territory beyond the "weak" warrior in front of him. He was not concerned about them anymore, the noise was too obvious to let it slide."
"Caramelblood seemed to cower down more at the insult, acting like it phased him just to see if he could trick the cat even more. Though, he popped up a bit at hearing Thrushflight's claws rake down the tree he was hiding behind. 'Nice thinking there, Thrush.' he thought as a slight toothy, mostly evil, grin popped on his face. He watched the ThunderClan warrior look around for whoever had made the noise so close to the border that reached the two. Caramelblood's blue eyes scanned the other warrior quickly while he was distracted, seeing how his head lifted up a bit to scan past him which in turn left his throat open for Caramelblood. The cream and caramel colored warrior knew this was the time to strike, when his victim was occupied with something else. So, he used his slightly crouching position to jump. They leaped over the border and their muscular figure bowled into Hiddentalon, the fact that Caramel's claws already being out but hidden under his fluffy fur adding damage as they curled into the ThunderClan warrior's side and neck. Their blue eyes became narrowed and dark while their softened and scared face became emotionless and hardened as they kept digging their claws slowly into Hiddentalon, obviously wanting to cause pain upon pain and probably even a slow death. "Someone as dumb as you has got to worship StarClan. Am I right or am I right?" he darkly chuckled out."
"Thrushflight stopped what he was doing, peering around the tree he was at and simply watching. He wouldn't intervene again, this was for Caramelblood to handle.
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Hiddentalon let out a yowl of surprise at the sudden thrust into his side. Falling over, he struggled for a moment, his claws aimlessly raking the air above him before he even thought about where Caramelblood was was striking. His side. Hiddentalon tried to curl, but the other cat's claws were already sinking in and pinning him down. He'd lose the fight if he struggled any further, he simply had to wait until the feline loosened up even the slightest before he'd try anything. "Of course! Any clan cat should have faith in Starclan! That includes you!" the cream and white tabby hissed through gritted teeth, his forepaws turned so that his claws could sink into the cold ground. It was the only relief he got. Assuming Caramelblood was positioned in a way his back legs couldn't kick at them, Hiddentalon's back legs churned in the air, hoping to catch some part of their leg. It was hopeless."
"Caramelblood just gave a laugh at this, watching the ThunderClan warrior struggle beneath him even though he had him pinned on his side. "Only weak cats believe in StarClan, and I'm not weak." they growled out with almost no real emotion, or at least no sympathy for the cat he was digging his sharp claws into. The WindClanner then dragged the claws of one paw down the side of the ThunderClanner that he let his weight keep pinning the the other cat down. The dragging of his claws down Hiddentlon's flank was deliberately slow and painful, dragged out in a way that would make anyone think Caramelblood was trying to torture the ThunderClan warrior he had pinned. Which, they were trying to do that. The WindClanner wanted his first real victims death to be bloody, painful, and horrendous. He wanted the StarClan worshiper to realize how weak he was; how he was horrible for having faith in StarClan. Once Caramel was done with dragging his claws down Hiddentalon's flank as far as he could, he picked up that one, now supposedly bloody, paw and placed it on the ThunderClanner's neck as to pin him down even more. "Now, we can do this the fun way or the hard way." he stated. Both ways were equally as horrendous as you'd think."
""You're weak minded though! Starclan gives strength to those in need, you'll learn that the hard way," he hissed again through clenched teeth before an almost unbearable went down his side. Hiddentalon yowled with defiance and tried twisting. Despite his efforts, the other warrior was simply too heavy for the position Hiddentalon was in currently. I just need an opening... he thought to himself. He could barely recall everything spoken simply because of the pain on his side. He knew if he didn't act now things were going to get much worse. Starclan please don't let this cat kill me now! he begged inwardly, attempting to twist again. He was hoping that by struggling, Caramelblood would lose their grip enough for him to make a move. Hiddentalon would not flee though. Not after hearing the things about Starclan spoken from this cat. He wouldn't allow another Dark Forest believer to thrive in the clans. It was a risk for another dark era and he couldn't allow it at all."
"Caramelblood narrowed his eyes with a huff, digging his claws more into Hiddentalon's side. "You're the weak minded one... StarClan lovers like you are so soft." they slightly growled out, blue eyes sharp like daggers. He pressed his weight into the ThunderClanner more than he had been to keep the other under his grasp. Caramelblood started to prick his claws at Hiddentalon's neck, flexing his paw to where he wouldn't cause a wound that would let the other warrior bleed out but enough to where it would cause a prickling sensation. Though, Caramel hoped this caused mostly fear in the warrior as he wanted to terrify him before he died. "You're not gonna get away from me," he started, giving a cat-like grin. "Though, if you believe in StarClan so much... I don't think you'd mind if you joined them, correct?" he chuckled out, having made some kind of joke. Let alone, the joke was dark and dreary and most likely it was targeted towards a different kind of audience then Hiddentalon. Though, Caramel still found himself to be at least slightly funny here."
"Hiddentalon felt the claws pricking at his skin around his neck. Cautiously, he twisted his head enough to look the blue-eyed warrior in the eye. "I'd die for them knowing I did right on this earth rather than murder for the fun of it. Disgracing good and noble cats is all you'll accomplish," the cream and white warrior spat in their face. Hiddentalon didn't care what happened next. If the clans really couldn't get rid of evil cats like the one before him, then what was the point of fighting? There would always be evil. He was young, but defended his clan when he needed most and if dying right here and right now meant saving another warrior's life, then so be it. That was the type of cat Hiddentalon was. Once more, the warrior started thrashing, utterly failing with their weight on top of him."
"Caramelblood growled as the ThunderClanner spat in his face, his blue eyes narrowing with the action. If he hadn't been mad before, he was mad now. "I'm not murdering for the fun of it, fox dung." he started off, cursing at the other cat that he was on top of. Caramelblood dug his claws deeper into the ThunderClanner as he started thrashing, getting a better grip just incase the warrior might be too much for their young build. Though, they grinned when they noticed the other warrior seemed to fail with their thrashing. "I'm getting rid of the soft StarClan-lovers. The clans are weak with them and StarClan is only dragging us down." he finally finished his statement, starting to slowly push the claws that had been pricking at Hiddentalon's neck into it. He wanted to start drawing blood, start letting the ThunderClan warrior bleed out next to the border. Caramelblood just wanted this over with at this point, finding the killing of the ThunderClanner to be taking up too much time that he could be using to do something else."
"Hiddentalon hissed with outrage and pain as the warrior's claws sank deeper into his neck. He could feel his neck grown warm with his own blood at this point. He didn't believe what he was hearing though. There was no way one cat could take out the clans... unless there were more... the thought terrified him. "You can't do this single-pawed. How many of you cowards are out there?" he spoke as loudly as he could with the pressure on his neck. It made it harder to breath, let alone speak. Hiddentalon's amber hues were blazing with rage at this point. "I'll make sure you never get away with this," he growled. Although with that statement, Hiddentalon didn't thrash. He didn't try to fight back because he knew it was hopeless. He was recalling the noise he heard earlier. This cat wasn't alone and even if he did break free, Windclanner move quicker than he ever could. If there were more cats around, there was no point anyways. He couldn't beat a whole patrol. For all he knew, there was a whole patrol just waiting around the corner."
"Caramelblood chuckled, digging his claws deeper and deeper as he talked to the ThunderClanner. "We'll never be single-pawed. I have my best friend, we have rouges, we have Dusk Syndicate fighters." he started out, explaining how he would never be alone in this. There will always be 'evil', as it's said, in the forest. Caramelblood knew this, and no one would stop him from finding those others like him and banding them together. Hopefully, no one would stop him. The WindClanner did have thoughts of what might happen if he was found out, as he's already slipped up around WindClan's newest leader; Blazingstar. Continuing to press his claws into Hiddentalon's neck, Caramelblood continued speaking. "I plan to stay in WindClan as long as possible, training apprentices in the way. The way of the Dark Forest." he stated with a soft chuckle, knowing it was a pretty good plan if he was careful enough. The cream-ish warrior was pretty much grinning at this, his teeth shown off. It seemed as if he might lunge his muzzle at the ThunderClanner and bite down, though he wasn't going to do that. He still had a few words to speak. "I've already been assigned an apprentice anyways." he chuckled out before suddenly slashing the claws that were dug into Hiddentalon's neck down the side of it. Caramelblood split the skin and drew more blood, knowing the slash would let Hiddentalon most likely bleed out. Stepping back from the ThunderClanner, as he knew he couldn't stop him now, he gave another soft chuckle. "Oh, by the way, the only reason you died her today was because you worshiped StarClan like a mousebrain.""
"In Hiddentalon's last moments, he was horrified at what this warrior was saying. Didn't their leader know who they were or what they were doing? How could they have gotten away with this for so long that they had an apprentice? The pain in his neck increased as the wounds deepened. He felt his neck and the check that was resting on the ground grow warm and sticky with his own blood. The bleeding was enough to keep the warrior silent while he slowly suffered. When his mouth opened as he tried to say something, the only thing that felt was a bloody cough and a gurgling noise before he was looking at a rabbit hole in his vision. The last thing the cream and white warrior saw was the menacing Windclan warrior. Darkness took over his gaze and his body grew stiff with death.
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At that moment, Thrushflight reappeared from behind the tree. He was slowly padding up to Caramelblood and arrived at his friend's side as the warrior stiffened with death. "Pity, he could've been a good ally with that spirit, if only he had been fighting for the right team," he sighed, giving a shrug and giving the dead Thunderclanner a good once more. The blood continued to well around his neck and growing to around his shoulders, staining his fur and the light snow around it crimson. Thrushflight took note on how clean the wounds themselves were before suddenly pressing himself against Caramelblood's shoulder. "Good kill though, lengthy, but good," he comment lowly. Just sound enough for his friend to hear, but there was a different tone to it than normal. Almost as if he found the warrior interesting all of a sudden. The chocolate calico pulled his pale blue hues away from the dead warrior and towards Caramelblood, a small light in his gaze. Suddenly the tom leaned forward and gave his friend a small nip on their neck, followed by a soft lick. He then drew himself away from his friend and turned to head back into the territory. "Best to leave him here. No one knows our scents that well and Thunderclan cats can start a war on Windclan this way," he purred momentarily at the thought. It was unlikely, but he knew all too well that there would be commotion about this."
"Caramelblood watched as the warrior died in front of him, blood gushing from the ThunderClanner's neck that he had to step back to avoid getting his paws more bloodstained then they already were. "Lengthy kills are nice," he commented back on Thrushflight's comment. "It's great to see the emotion in their eyes before it fades." he added lowly with a soft chuckle. The blue-eyed WindClanner hadn't exactly looked at Thrushflight since he killed the other warrior, basking in the smell of blood draining from his dead victim. It was the first other cat that he had successfully killed, and he was proud of himself for at least a moment there. Though, when his friend suddenly nipped at his neck before licking it softly he let his blue gaze look over at Thrushflight. He wasn't mad or surprised, as his gaze was soft. Though he looked back into WindClan territory after that. "Yeah, I should go wash my paws and hopefully by the time we're done there ThunderClan will have found this warrior and ThunderClan and WindClan will be at each other's throats." he stated."
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Hiddentalon was calmly taking a stroll on the border. His creamy and white tabby pelt was glistening in the sunlight. New-leaf was around the corner. The weather seemed to be getting warmer, but then again, that was probably all in his head. He was so eager to get to the warmer months that nothing else seemed to matter. Although as Hiddentalon walked, he let the fresh air run against his scent glands and he picked up stale scents of the Windclan leader, but fresher scents of a small patrol. Now the warrior had to be careful. He wasn't here to pick a fight, just to enjoy his solitude. What Hiddentalon didn't know was that it'd be the last time he walked the border."
"Caramelblood huffed as Thrushflight nudged him, rolling their crystal blue eyes in slight annoyance. "Yeah. No one's out here much." the caramel-marked cat agreed before the scent of ThunderClan hit his nose. Caramelblood sniffed at the air, their nose lifting a bit to smell the close-by newcomer. "Well... ya jinxed it..." he huffed out to Thrushflight before moving even closer to the border that marked the line between WindClan's territory and ThunderClan. He seemed to be intrested in the scent as it wasn't strong, meaning it was probably only one cat."
"Thrushflight's hues were brimming with ideas suddenly and a sudden blood lust took over his body. "I have an idea..." he spoke quietly, crouching down and slinking towards a tree on the border. There, he awaited his friend to approach, assuming Caramelblood would and once they were there, Thrushflight would give him a long look. "You need to kill them," he spoke. The thought was bunt and really came out of thin air. "Kill them for the sake of the clans. No Dark Forest follower would dare travel alone until the clans are peaceful again," he spoke. His voice was hushed, but very quick as they would miss the chance.
--
Hiddentalon had paused. The scent was strong, however he spotted no feline. They better not be crossing the borders... he thought bitterly. He wouldn't tolerate such intrusions. Hiddentalon continued on at a very slow pace, coming upon the tree the two other felines were hiding at. Of course, he had no idea they were there."
"Caramelblood had moved with Thrushflight to hide behind the tree on the border, his blue eyes seeming to dangerously sparkle at their friend's words. "I'll do that..." he muttered out quietly, as to not alert the ThunderClanner on the border. The young cat sniffed at the air to pinpoint where their victim was. The cream and caramel cat looked back at his friend, blue eyes shimmering slightly as he thought of what to do. He could take a stealth approach and surprise the ThunderClannner, or he could just jump out and attack the approaching cat. Though, instead of taking one of those two approaches, he decided to go with a casual approach. The young warrior calmed his face and body into his slightly-emotionless but calm state, one he used around his clan members. They then walked out from behind the tree, staying on the WindClan side of the border for the moment. "W-Whats a Th-Thund-derClanner l-like you d-d-doing out here al-lone...?" he asked with the fake stutter he used to throw off the cats in his clan about his real personality. Caramelblood was going to trick this cat into thinking everything was more-or-so fine until the last moment."
"Hiddentalon was just about to leave when a Windclan cat came into view. Fluffing out his fur and narrowing his amber hues, he dared the unknown cat to approach. Just as he did. "I could ask you the same thing. Especially since you were hiding!" he spoke boldly, spreading his legs out a little bit to get into a defensive stance, his head lowered to line up with his shoulder blades. "As long as you don't cross the border, we won't have any issues!" he declared, giving a small huff. This was a Windclan cat, no matter how weak they seemed to to appear with their stutter. They were enemies and he was going to defend his territory no matter what.
--
Meanwhile, Thrushflight crouched down and angled himself just enough to peer around the tree trunk to watch. A smirk was upon his face as he watched. His friend was using his act against the foolish Thunderclan cat. This will be fun to watch, he thought to himself, almost happily. No other clan mates were around so they could do this and run and it'll be like they weren't even there. However Thrushflight's flaw was their scents. He didn't think about covering their scents at all, but it was too late now."
"Caramelblood shrunk down like he was scared. "I-I thoug-ght there we-ere more of you s-so I g-got scared an-nd h-hid..." the young warrior falsely stammered out, looking down at his paws as if he was ashamed of what he did. After a moment, he looked up at Hiddentalon again, moving a bit closer to the borderline but not crossing it. "B-But r-rea-ally... wh-hat ar-re you doing h-here?..." he asked, a bit more serious this time. "I'v-ve nev-ver seen a l-lone Th-hunderClan-nner at the bord-der before..." he stammered out and pretended to awkwardly shuffle his paws as his widened blue eyes stared at the cat across the border from him. His act was great, making him seem like a terrified new apprentice instead of the bloodthirsty warrior that he was. Caramelblood was holding back from attacking the ThunderClan tom, wanting him to let his guard down so he could easily get a shot at him. The plan was to pin him down and slowly kill him with agonizing pain, to teach the lone supposed StarClan worshiper a lesson."
"Hiddentalon only bushed up more as the warrior stepped closer to the border. "No closer! You're pushing the limits!" his voice was slowly becoming a growl as he raised his head up, looking down on the cowering warrior. Hiddentalon felt mighty for a moment. The fact that this feline was acting weak and vulnerable made him feel even more confident. However, his guard wasn't let down in the slightest. "So what, I'm alone. I can still take on a weak Windclanner like you," he sneered, lashing his tail a little bit. "But if you keep asking, I'm patrolling, what are you doing out here alone? You look as though you couldn't harm a fly," he insult came out as a pure growl. He didn't trust this warrior no matter how weak and small they seemed.
--
Meanwhile, Thrushflight was watching with perked ears. This acting had his attention, however he was beginning to think that Caramelblood was dragging out too far. The Thunderclan warrior would leave soon if they didn't do something now. Just as he thought, the Thunderclan warrior was losing interest in his apparent insults and body language. "Leave it to me..." he murmured with a small huff and an eye roll. Backing up a little while still staying low, he looked around quickly. Thinking quickly, Thrushflight sat on his haunches, facing the tree and ran his sharp claws through the back several times. The noise was loud enough for even Caramel and Hidden to hear.
--
"What's that?" Hiddentalon was momentarily distracted as a noise from a tree was heart nearby. "I thought you were alone!" he hissed suddenly, lowering his guard just long enough to lift his head upwards and let his amber hues search the territory beyond the "weak" warrior in front of him. He was not concerned about them anymore, the noise was too obvious to let it slide."
"Caramelblood seemed to cower down more at the insult, acting like it phased him just to see if he could trick the cat even more. Though, he popped up a bit at hearing Thrushflight's claws rake down the tree he was hiding behind. 'Nice thinking there, Thrush.' he thought as a slight toothy, mostly evil, grin popped on his face. He watched the ThunderClan warrior look around for whoever had made the noise so close to the border that reached the two. Caramelblood's blue eyes scanned the other warrior quickly while he was distracted, seeing how his head lifted up a bit to scan past him which in turn left his throat open for Caramelblood. The cream and caramel colored warrior knew this was the time to strike, when his victim was occupied with something else. So, he used his slightly crouching position to jump. They leaped over the border and their muscular figure bowled into Hiddentalon, the fact that Caramel's claws already being out but hidden under his fluffy fur adding damage as they curled into the ThunderClan warrior's side and neck. Their blue eyes became narrowed and dark while their softened and scared face became emotionless and hardened as they kept digging their claws slowly into Hiddentalon, obviously wanting to cause pain upon pain and probably even a slow death. "Someone as dumb as you has got to worship StarClan. Am I right or am I right?" he darkly chuckled out."
"Thrushflight stopped what he was doing, peering around the tree he was at and simply watching. He wouldn't intervene again, this was for Caramelblood to handle.
--
Hiddentalon let out a yowl of surprise at the sudden thrust into his side. Falling over, he struggled for a moment, his claws aimlessly raking the air above him before he even thought about where Caramelblood was was striking. His side. Hiddentalon tried to curl, but the other cat's claws were already sinking in and pinning him down. He'd lose the fight if he struggled any further, he simply had to wait until the feline loosened up even the slightest before he'd try anything. "Of course! Any clan cat should have faith in Starclan! That includes you!" the cream and white tabby hissed through gritted teeth, his forepaws turned so that his claws could sink into the cold ground. It was the only relief he got. Assuming Caramelblood was positioned in a way his back legs couldn't kick at them, Hiddentalon's back legs churned in the air, hoping to catch some part of their leg. It was hopeless."
"Caramelblood just gave a laugh at this, watching the ThunderClan warrior struggle beneath him even though he had him pinned on his side. "Only weak cats believe in StarClan, and I'm not weak." they growled out with almost no real emotion, or at least no sympathy for the cat he was digging his sharp claws into. The WindClanner then dragged the claws of one paw down the side of the ThunderClanner that he let his weight keep pinning the the other cat down. The dragging of his claws down Hiddentlon's flank was deliberately slow and painful, dragged out in a way that would make anyone think Caramelblood was trying to torture the ThunderClan warrior he had pinned. Which, they were trying to do that. The WindClanner wanted his first real victims death to be bloody, painful, and horrendous. He wanted the StarClan worshiper to realize how weak he was; how he was horrible for having faith in StarClan. Once Caramel was done with dragging his claws down Hiddentalon's flank as far as he could, he picked up that one, now supposedly bloody, paw and placed it on the ThunderClanner's neck as to pin him down even more. "Now, we can do this the fun way or the hard way." he stated. Both ways were equally as horrendous as you'd think."
""You're weak minded though! Starclan gives strength to those in need, you'll learn that the hard way," he hissed again through clenched teeth before an almost unbearable went down his side. Hiddentalon yowled with defiance and tried twisting. Despite his efforts, the other warrior was simply too heavy for the position Hiddentalon was in currently. I just need an opening... he thought to himself. He could barely recall everything spoken simply because of the pain on his side. He knew if he didn't act now things were going to get much worse. Starclan please don't let this cat kill me now! he begged inwardly, attempting to twist again. He was hoping that by struggling, Caramelblood would lose their grip enough for him to make a move. Hiddentalon would not flee though. Not after hearing the things about Starclan spoken from this cat. He wouldn't allow another Dark Forest believer to thrive in the clans. It was a risk for another dark era and he couldn't allow it at all."
"Caramelblood narrowed his eyes with a huff, digging his claws more into Hiddentalon's side. "You're the weak minded one... StarClan lovers like you are so soft." they slightly growled out, blue eyes sharp like daggers. He pressed his weight into the ThunderClanner more than he had been to keep the other under his grasp. Caramelblood started to prick his claws at Hiddentalon's neck, flexing his paw to where he wouldn't cause a wound that would let the other warrior bleed out but enough to where it would cause a prickling sensation. Though, Caramel hoped this caused mostly fear in the warrior as he wanted to terrify him before he died. "You're not gonna get away from me," he started, giving a cat-like grin. "Though, if you believe in StarClan so much... I don't think you'd mind if you joined them, correct?" he chuckled out, having made some kind of joke. Let alone, the joke was dark and dreary and most likely it was targeted towards a different kind of audience then Hiddentalon. Though, Caramel still found himself to be at least slightly funny here."
"Hiddentalon felt the claws pricking at his skin around his neck. Cautiously, he twisted his head enough to look the blue-eyed warrior in the eye. "I'd die for them knowing I did right on this earth rather than murder for the fun of it. Disgracing good and noble cats is all you'll accomplish," the cream and white warrior spat in their face. Hiddentalon didn't care what happened next. If the clans really couldn't get rid of evil cats like the one before him, then what was the point of fighting? There would always be evil. He was young, but defended his clan when he needed most and if dying right here and right now meant saving another warrior's life, then so be it. That was the type of cat Hiddentalon was. Once more, the warrior started thrashing, utterly failing with their weight on top of him."
"Caramelblood growled as the ThunderClanner spat in his face, his blue eyes narrowing with the action. If he hadn't been mad before, he was mad now. "I'm not murdering for the fun of it, fox dung." he started off, cursing at the other cat that he was on top of. Caramelblood dug his claws deeper into the ThunderClanner as he started thrashing, getting a better grip just incase the warrior might be too much for their young build. Though, they grinned when they noticed the other warrior seemed to fail with their thrashing. "I'm getting rid of the soft StarClan-lovers. The clans are weak with them and StarClan is only dragging us down." he finally finished his statement, starting to slowly push the claws that had been pricking at Hiddentalon's neck into it. He wanted to start drawing blood, start letting the ThunderClan warrior bleed out next to the border. Caramelblood just wanted this over with at this point, finding the killing of the ThunderClanner to be taking up too much time that he could be using to do something else."
"Hiddentalon hissed with outrage and pain as the warrior's claws sank deeper into his neck. He could feel his neck grown warm with his own blood at this point. He didn't believe what he was hearing though. There was no way one cat could take out the clans... unless there were more... the thought terrified him. "You can't do this single-pawed. How many of you cowards are out there?" he spoke as loudly as he could with the pressure on his neck. It made it harder to breath, let alone speak. Hiddentalon's amber hues were blazing with rage at this point. "I'll make sure you never get away with this," he growled. Although with that statement, Hiddentalon didn't thrash. He didn't try to fight back because he knew it was hopeless. He was recalling the noise he heard earlier. This cat wasn't alone and even if he did break free, Windclanner move quicker than he ever could. If there were more cats around, there was no point anyways. He couldn't beat a whole patrol. For all he knew, there was a whole patrol just waiting around the corner."
"Caramelblood chuckled, digging his claws deeper and deeper as he talked to the ThunderClanner. "We'll never be single-pawed. I have my best friend, we have rouges, we have Dusk Syndicate fighters." he started out, explaining how he would never be alone in this. There will always be 'evil', as it's said, in the forest. Caramelblood knew this, and no one would stop him from finding those others like him and banding them together. Hopefully, no one would stop him. The WindClanner did have thoughts of what might happen if he was found out, as he's already slipped up around WindClan's newest leader; Blazingstar. Continuing to press his claws into Hiddentalon's neck, Caramelblood continued speaking. "I plan to stay in WindClan as long as possible, training apprentices in the way. The way of the Dark Forest." he stated with a soft chuckle, knowing it was a pretty good plan if he was careful enough. The cream-ish warrior was pretty much grinning at this, his teeth shown off. It seemed as if he might lunge his muzzle at the ThunderClanner and bite down, though he wasn't going to do that. He still had a few words to speak. "I've already been assigned an apprentice anyways." he chuckled out before suddenly slashing the claws that were dug into Hiddentalon's neck down the side of it. Caramelblood split the skin and drew more blood, knowing the slash would let Hiddentalon most likely bleed out. Stepping back from the ThunderClanner, as he knew he couldn't stop him now, he gave another soft chuckle. "Oh, by the way, the only reason you died her today was because you worshiped StarClan like a mousebrain.""
"In Hiddentalon's last moments, he was horrified at what this warrior was saying. Didn't their leader know who they were or what they were doing? How could they have gotten away with this for so long that they had an apprentice? The pain in his neck increased as the wounds deepened. He felt his neck and the check that was resting on the ground grow warm and sticky with his own blood. The bleeding was enough to keep the warrior silent while he slowly suffered. When his mouth opened as he tried to say something, the only thing that felt was a bloody cough and a gurgling noise before he was looking at a rabbit hole in his vision. The last thing the cream and white warrior saw was the menacing Windclan warrior. Darkness took over his gaze and his body grew stiff with death.
--
At that moment, Thrushflight reappeared from behind the tree. He was slowly padding up to Caramelblood and arrived at his friend's side as the warrior stiffened with death. "Pity, he could've been a good ally with that spirit, if only he had been fighting for the right team," he sighed, giving a shrug and giving the dead Thunderclanner a good once more. The blood continued to well around his neck and growing to around his shoulders, staining his fur and the light snow around it crimson. Thrushflight took note on how clean the wounds themselves were before suddenly pressing himself against Caramelblood's shoulder. "Good kill though, lengthy, but good," he comment lowly. Just sound enough for his friend to hear, but there was a different tone to it than normal. Almost as if he found the warrior interesting all of a sudden. The chocolate calico pulled his pale blue hues away from the dead warrior and towards Caramelblood, a small light in his gaze. Suddenly the tom leaned forward and gave his friend a small nip on their neck, followed by a soft lick. He then drew himself away from his friend and turned to head back into the territory. "Best to leave him here. No one knows our scents that well and Thunderclan cats can start a war on Windclan this way," he purred momentarily at the thought. It was unlikely, but he knew all too well that there would be commotion about this."
"Caramelblood watched as the warrior died in front of him, blood gushing from the ThunderClanner's neck that he had to step back to avoid getting his paws more bloodstained then they already were. "Lengthy kills are nice," he commented back on Thrushflight's comment. "It's great to see the emotion in their eyes before it fades." he added lowly with a soft chuckle. The blue-eyed WindClanner hadn't exactly looked at Thrushflight since he killed the other warrior, basking in the smell of blood draining from his dead victim. It was the first other cat that he had successfully killed, and he was proud of himself for at least a moment there. Though, when his friend suddenly nipped at his neck before licking it softly he let his blue gaze look over at Thrushflight. He wasn't mad or surprised, as his gaze was soft. Though he looked back into WindClan territory after that. "Yeah, I should go wash my paws and hopefully by the time we're done there ThunderClan will have found this warrior and ThunderClan and WindClan will be at each other's throats." he stated."
Sociopaths can have fun too
"Thrushflight casually walked through the territory. The one place he didn't have to pull his act, the one place he could surprise his clan mates if they happened to cross his path. The chocolate calico was headed straight for the small stream that ran close to where his friend's murder occur, though it was far enough away to not draw attention to themselves while Caramelblood washed their paws. His pale blue hues scanned the territory, praying to whatever was out there that none of his fellow warriors would witness this part. Of course they could play it off that they killed a hare while hunting, but where's the hare? There wasn't even a scent on them. In fact, they reeked of Thunderclan, they'd have to fix that problem and actually, Thrushflight had a mischievous plan to help Caramelblood with his problem. Nothing in his movements suggested it though as they arrived upon the edge of the creek. Turning to face Caramelblood, he tilted his head a little bit. "You should probably make this quick, don't need someone stumbling upon us while the creek runs red," he chuckled a little."
"Caramelblood quietly walked next to Thrushflight, oddly calm for a cat who had just mercilessly murdered someone and was now walking to the stream with his paws stained with the blood of a ThunderClanner. His blue eyes were back to his almost no emotion state; calm, as he padded next to his friend. Reaching the small stream, he glanced around to make sure no one was downstream of where he would be washing his bloody paws off. Chuckling softly as Thrushflight did, he spoke up. "Yeah yeah, I'll be as quick as a rabbit." he stated with a huff of playful annoyance. The cream tom then moved to the stream and placed his paws in, starting to walk fully into it to get the blood that had gushed from the now dead ThunderClanner's neck, the blood that had gotten on his back paws, off his fur. The creek washed it off pretty easily and did wash off some of the ThunderClan scent on his paws, but the young warrior still reeked of the rival clan. Giving a soft huff, he jumped out of the stream and shook off his paws a bit as he moved back over to Thrushflight. "Any way to get this horrible stench of ThunderClan out of my pelt?" he then asked."
"Thrushflight quietly watched as his companion washed off in the creek. He was silently thinking about ways to get the scent off them. With the snow melting, they couldn't exactly roll in that, but perhaps there was a garlic patch around? Or a nice bit of heather that was sprouting where they could roll in. Although when Caramelblood jumped up beside him, the calico crouched down and lapped at the water, now free of blood thanks to the current. Quenching the thirst he didn't know he had, he soon sat back up and nodding a little. "Right," he spoke towards Caramelblood. "Well, I know how to get the stench off of you,"he replied, a small smirk was former along his lips. Quick as lightening, Thrushflight was up on his hind legs and attempting to push Caramelblood into the creek with his forepaws pressed against their side. If it worked, Thrushflight would get a good laugh, if it didn't, he'd end up in the creek himself."
"Caramelblood hadn't been paying attention to Thrushflight, only listening to his words as the other WindClan warrior spoke. The demimale's body only tensed up as soon as Thrushflight's paws touched his side. Though, the cream colored warrior soon calmed a bit when he realized his friend wasn't going to suddenly attack him. Giving a mix between a purr and a soft yowl of anger, he reached out with his jaws to try and grab his friend's neck. Not in a violent way though, only wanting to get a hold of the bits of loose skin on the chocolate calico's neck so he could drag him into the creek that he was going to end up falling into. Caramelblood knew that he'd most likely fall into the creek and have to give a snarky remark to Thrush's laughter, so the WindClanner decided he'd at least try to drag his friend into the water with him. They'd both get soaking wet and it'd be great for a few laughs, if Caramelblood was in the mood for humor as his fluffy pelt would be soaked in water."
(ONGOING)
"Caramelblood quietly walked next to Thrushflight, oddly calm for a cat who had just mercilessly murdered someone and was now walking to the stream with his paws stained with the blood of a ThunderClanner. His blue eyes were back to his almost no emotion state; calm, as he padded next to his friend. Reaching the small stream, he glanced around to make sure no one was downstream of where he would be washing his bloody paws off. Chuckling softly as Thrushflight did, he spoke up. "Yeah yeah, I'll be as quick as a rabbit." he stated with a huff of playful annoyance. The cream tom then moved to the stream and placed his paws in, starting to walk fully into it to get the blood that had gushed from the now dead ThunderClanner's neck, the blood that had gotten on his back paws, off his fur. The creek washed it off pretty easily and did wash off some of the ThunderClan scent on his paws, but the young warrior still reeked of the rival clan. Giving a soft huff, he jumped out of the stream and shook off his paws a bit as he moved back over to Thrushflight. "Any way to get this horrible stench of ThunderClan out of my pelt?" he then asked."
"Thrushflight quietly watched as his companion washed off in the creek. He was silently thinking about ways to get the scent off them. With the snow melting, they couldn't exactly roll in that, but perhaps there was a garlic patch around? Or a nice bit of heather that was sprouting where they could roll in. Although when Caramelblood jumped up beside him, the calico crouched down and lapped at the water, now free of blood thanks to the current. Quenching the thirst he didn't know he had, he soon sat back up and nodding a little. "Right," he spoke towards Caramelblood. "Well, I know how to get the stench off of you,"he replied, a small smirk was former along his lips. Quick as lightening, Thrushflight was up on his hind legs and attempting to push Caramelblood into the creek with his forepaws pressed against their side. If it worked, Thrushflight would get a good laugh, if it didn't, he'd end up in the creek himself."
"Caramelblood hadn't been paying attention to Thrushflight, only listening to his words as the other WindClan warrior spoke. The demimale's body only tensed up as soon as Thrushflight's paws touched his side. Though, the cream colored warrior soon calmed a bit when he realized his friend wasn't going to suddenly attack him. Giving a mix between a purr and a soft yowl of anger, he reached out with his jaws to try and grab his friend's neck. Not in a violent way though, only wanting to get a hold of the bits of loose skin on the chocolate calico's neck so he could drag him into the creek that he was going to end up falling into. Caramelblood knew that he'd most likely fall into the creek and have to give a snarky remark to Thrush's laughter, so the WindClanner decided he'd at least try to drag his friend into the water with him. They'd both get soaking wet and it'd be great for a few laughs, if Caramelblood was in the mood for humor as his fluffy pelt would be soaked in water."
(ONGOING)
we're all gonna die
(this actually won a RPOTM i'm pretty sure) (very old rp)
"Skybird padded in, her eyes big with fear and sadness. Her light blue-grey fur was ruffled up, alot. "W-W-Winterstar? I need to talk to you. Alone." Skybird said. She eyed Secretheart and Shorepaw then looked to Winterstar, her eyes full of pleading, fear, and sadness..."
"Winterstar sighed once more cats entered her den. They could at least ask me if they could come in.She waved her tail, dismissing Secretheart from her den and allowing her to leave. She glanced up at Skybird, cocking an eyebrow. Her brow furrowed, and she rose to her paws, padding closer to her friend.
"Hey.. What's wrong?" She murmured cautiously, knowing that the queen was still grieving over Faithkit's death. After she lost most of her first litter, she didn't go back to normal for moons.
When Tinderflame and Twigkit dissapeared, she left the Clan for a moon, and Wolfgrowl and Twigpaw's death almost caused her to leave again, but now that she was leader, she could not, and would not do that."
""We're all going to die... R-Right?" Skybird asked her friend. She couldn't say any more."
"Winterstar stared at Slybird, her face contorted with shock.
Is this what you wanted, Volefury?
She gritted her teeth, her eyes wide and large with concern. She pressed her muzzle against Skybird's cheek, squeezing her eyes shut.
"No. That won't happen. The Evil Era is over." She assured, not sure what she should say. She flattened her ears. What did she do to her warriors?"
"Skybird closed her eyes, still crying. "I-I should have never become a mother..." Skybird said "I'm horrible at it..." she admitted."
"Winterstar shook her head, anger beginning to boil in her stomach. Skybird wasn't doing her kits any good by beating herself up like this. "That isn't true. Faithkit's death was not your fault, and there was no way you could have stopped it. Beating yourself up will not make you a better mother, you understand? Being a mother is.. amazing, and you need to know the responsibilities that come with it. But you're a good mother, Skybird. You are.""
""I'm not sure about that." Skybird said, STILL crying. "I've left my kits alone two times now. and if Faithkit's death is not my fault. Then why'd it happen?" she asked. The 'side-effects' of all of this is that, Skybird's fur was un-groomed and she looked as if she'd given up on life it self."
"Winterstar's gaze hardened. "That isn't the cause, I assure of you that. If a queen leaved her kits alone in the nursery, there is always another queen to feed them and care for them until their mother comes back." She meowed.
She pulled away, and touched her tail to Skybird's shoulder. "Faithkit's death is nobodies fault. You need to be for your kits now, Skybird. Beating yourself up isn't going to help any cat, including yourself. Now, get yourself cleaned up, and make sure your kits get the care they need, because all they have is you now. Trust me, I know, because I have two litters, and only one of them survived. I didn't give up on my Clan, or my only kit, did I?""
""No, you didn't." Skybird said, sniffling. "T-Thank you, Winterstar." Skybird dipped her head before padding out."
"Skybird padded in, her eyes big with fear and sadness. Her light blue-grey fur was ruffled up, alot. "W-W-Winterstar? I need to talk to you. Alone." Skybird said. She eyed Secretheart and Shorepaw then looked to Winterstar, her eyes full of pleading, fear, and sadness..."
"Winterstar sighed once more cats entered her den. They could at least ask me if they could come in.She waved her tail, dismissing Secretheart from her den and allowing her to leave. She glanced up at Skybird, cocking an eyebrow. Her brow furrowed, and she rose to her paws, padding closer to her friend.
"Hey.. What's wrong?" She murmured cautiously, knowing that the queen was still grieving over Faithkit's death. After she lost most of her first litter, she didn't go back to normal for moons.
When Tinderflame and Twigkit dissapeared, she left the Clan for a moon, and Wolfgrowl and Twigpaw's death almost caused her to leave again, but now that she was leader, she could not, and would not do that."
""We're all going to die... R-Right?" Skybird asked her friend. She couldn't say any more."
"Winterstar stared at Slybird, her face contorted with shock.
Is this what you wanted, Volefury?
She gritted her teeth, her eyes wide and large with concern. She pressed her muzzle against Skybird's cheek, squeezing her eyes shut.
"No. That won't happen. The Evil Era is over." She assured, not sure what she should say. She flattened her ears. What did she do to her warriors?"
"Skybird closed her eyes, still crying. "I-I should have never become a mother..." Skybird said "I'm horrible at it..." she admitted."
"Winterstar shook her head, anger beginning to boil in her stomach. Skybird wasn't doing her kits any good by beating herself up like this. "That isn't true. Faithkit's death was not your fault, and there was no way you could have stopped it. Beating yourself up will not make you a better mother, you understand? Being a mother is.. amazing, and you need to know the responsibilities that come with it. But you're a good mother, Skybird. You are.""
""I'm not sure about that." Skybird said, STILL crying. "I've left my kits alone two times now. and if Faithkit's death is not my fault. Then why'd it happen?" she asked. The 'side-effects' of all of this is that, Skybird's fur was un-groomed and she looked as if she'd given up on life it self."
"Winterstar's gaze hardened. "That isn't the cause, I assure of you that. If a queen leaved her kits alone in the nursery, there is always another queen to feed them and care for them until their mother comes back." She meowed.
She pulled away, and touched her tail to Skybird's shoulder. "Faithkit's death is nobodies fault. You need to be for your kits now, Skybird. Beating yourself up isn't going to help any cat, including yourself. Now, get yourself cleaned up, and make sure your kits get the care they need, because all they have is you now. Trust me, I know, because I have two litters, and only one of them survived. I didn't give up on my Clan, or my only kit, did I?""
""No, you didn't." Skybird said, sniffling. "T-Thank you, Winterstar." Skybird dipped her head before padding out."