NorthClan (warrior cats)

[devious.]

"yes! We will!" Shadepaw yowled. Swiftpaw nodded in agreement. "they will regret everything!"

[Fiddle]

((I just realized i didn't post for a whole day! so sorry guys! but happy new year!! and i have a song u guys should listen to, my brother got me addicted to it. Its called Sail by AwollNation, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH2efAcmBQM&ob=av2e))

Friskstar lashed his tail. "Then the battle shall be at moon-high tomorrow night. Rest up." With that, he jumped down and layed by Stormpaw's body for the mourning cerimony.

[opti-mism]

Mosseyes padded over to friskstar, laying down next to him silently, and closed her eyes. She was still awake, but praying to her warrior ancestors to watch over stormpaw and to keep them safe In the battle. She opened her bright green eyes, and looked to silverpelt, not looking away all night.

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Briarpaw laid next to her mentor, her eyes sparkled with grief

[Fiddle]

((sorry i havent been on. had a crapload of homework again. friggin highschool for you))
Friskstar woke the next morning, eyes blinking round and full. While they had been asleep, a fresh blanket of snow had fallen over them, making it hard to tell his clanmates pelts from the snow. He looked down at his own paws.
He had been visited by starclan in his dreams. Friskstar recalled it with a shiver.

A large grey tom loomed over him. The air was quaking around them, with tremors of cat's battle crys. The tom had locked his pearcing yellow eyes with him. Friskstar tried to break his gaze and look around, but he couldnt turn his face away from the cat. He could feel shadows moving around him. He smelt blood, and somthing warm and wet lapped at his paws. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could make out the shapes of cats. Flanks were heaving, scarlet splattering everywhere. The big grey tom barely parted his jaws to speak. The black leader had to lean in to hear it.
"Friskstar." When he spoke, the quaking hummed through the ground. The cat's cries were turning into something else, like claws against ice. "Don't look back, Friskstar." He was fighting the urge to flee. The tremurs were truning into rumbles. The noise was getting louder. "Don't look back." He repeated. "Don't look back. You move forward." And then not blackness, but at wall of white slammed into Friskstar's side.
Thats when he woke up.

The cat's words were still vibrating around in Friskstar's head as he started burshing snow off of Stormpaw's body. He prodded Sparrowpelt to wake him up.

[opti-mism]

Mosseyes sat. She had been awake all night, praying to starclan for a safe fight. She padded over to friskstar, her green eyes sad and soft. "I'll help." she mewed softly, as she dusted off his body with her tail.

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Sparrowflight jumped, his eyes wide he looked up at . He relaxed "yes?"

[Fiddle]

Friskstar flashed a brief smile at them both. "Will you help me barry him?"

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Sparrowflight, nodded "sure"

[Fiddle]

((WWAIIIIIT CRAP i forgot a part of the dream... leme edit and then go reread the end :3))