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[saige.]

{Of course x.x I'll post her form:

Lightstream: A slender, tan tabby she-cat with darker brown markings and a white belly. She is missing the tip of her tail and right ear, caused by a fight with a non-poisonous snake. Her eyes are a light hazel with a tinge of silver. She was the mother of Fleetpaw and Twistedpaw.}

.:Fleetpaw and Lightstream:.

This time, Fleetpaw yowled when he felt the Rouge's paws strike at his flank. He stumbled back and fell into the thorny brush behind him. His common sense was yelling at him to call for help, but still, he refused it. The Tom managed to push himself to his paws, only to fall back down. He knew that this would be the end of him, but as he looked up at the Rouge Tom, he saw another shadow flicker from the side. His dark ivy eyes widened so see his own mother, Lightstream, leap out of the brush and stand in front of him. "Go back to camp; hurry!" she hissed to him. Finding the strength to stand, Fleetpaw nodded, looked at his mother for a moment, before bolting through the brush, back towards camp; leaving behind a trail of blood from his flank.

[Noctali]

.Wolf.

Wolf glared at the She-cat who had taken the place of the young Tom, eyes narrowing in an evil pleasure; this was finally growing into a challenge. "So, you decided to put your life at risk instead of allowing the Tom to die?" (PP granted permission.) The Tom took a few steps forward, lashing at the She-cat's muzzle with an unsheathed paw. "What a wise choice; for me, of course. You'll actually be a challenge." His words sounded like a mere mutter when he spoke, and his yellow eyes were fixed upon the She-cat as he awaited. Let the torturing begin.

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.Spiderpaw.

Spiderpaw finished the mouse she had previously caught on her short hunt, nose scenting the air for a familiar, deadly smell; the smell of Clan cat blood. Not just any Clan cat, though, but Fleetpaw. Fleetpaw... With that the She-cat climbed her way through the foliage before her dark violet eyes rested upon the sandy Tom, blood mixing in with his flank. "Fleetpaw! What happened?" she gasped in horror, paws impatiently pacing; she wanted to drag him back to the camp now.

[saige.]

{I'm not even going to reply with Lightstream. Have fun xD}

.:Fleetpaw:.

Fleetpaw couldn't hold himself up anymore. Sure, his wound only resided on his flank, but the fear had paralyzed him, so he collapsed to the ground. Trembling with shock, he glanced up at Spiderpaw, "M-my mother...She's taking on a Rouge! She...she wanted to protect me...For my stupid mistake!" he spat, digging his claws into the ground.

{FAil x.x}

[Noctali]

{Really? I have to RP the fight?}

.Wolf.

Wolf became uneasy with the quietness of the She-cat, so he leaped, grabbing onto her back as he dug his teeth into the back of her throat, feeling the warm blood surge into his mouth as he continued to clamp down harder. The satisfying taste of blood, and the collapse of the She-cat, told him to let go, so he did; only he clamped down as hard as he could before doing so to assure the She-cat's death.

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.Spiderpaw.

Spiderpaw took in the entire story before frantically looking around, eyes trying to lay upon any Warrior that could possibly be able to pick him up and bring Fleetpaw back; there were none. Mustering all of her strength, the She-cat bent over and picked the bloody Tom by the scruff, slightly dragging him. In a muffled meow, she spoke, "Don't worry, Fleetpaw. Nothing will happen to her and I'll make sure someone gets to you before the bleeding becomes worse."

[saige.]

{>.> I told you to PP her death; meaning you play her as well, man. Or was it GM? Psh, I can't remember Dx}

.:Fleetpaw:.

Fleetpaw didn't even look up at the she-cat. He saw how strong the Rouge was, and despite his mother's strength; she couldn't win. He closed his eyes, trying to accept the fact that her time would be up, but still, he wouldn't adapt to that for a long time. How is Twistedpaw going to react to this? He wondered, thinking of his shy sister. He sighed, trying to help Spiderpaw move him along, but he didn't have any strength left.

[Noctali]

{Yeah, that's GM. x.x;;}

.Wolf.

Wolf glared down at the limp and lifeless body of the She-cat, licking the remaining blood off of his muzzle. Insread of tearing it up and throwing bits into the far away river like he usually did, though, the Tom grabbed onto the chopped-up scruff, dragging it to the Viperclan border. The body would serve as a warning, and anyone to get in his way would only end up as her; only if they took it as that, though.

.Spiderpaw, Streamlight, Venomstar.

Venomstar glared down upon Streamlight with her violet eyes as the conversation came to a close, but they quickly switched to the silver tabby Apprentice that was dragging along Fleetpaw by the scruff; his flank was bloodied. Streamlight ran over to the two Apprentices in fright, watching as Venomstar came over with an unchanged expression. "Spiderpaw, I'll take it from here. We'll need cobwebs; and lots of them. Hopefully Twistedpaw comes prepared." Spiderpaw dropped Fleetpaw softly, watching as Streamlight picked him back up, rushing back to the Medicine Cat den; with the silver tabby still following behind.

[saige.]

{Oh well, we can pretend she put forth some effort}

.:Twistedpaw:.

Twistedpaw looked away from Crowsong {I'm assuming he's still there x.x} and watched in utter horror when she saw her mentor carrying her own brother towards the den; his flank a bloody mess. She shook her head and darted to the side of the den, gathering as many cobwebs as she could to apply to her brother's wound. She scrambled to the side so the others could enter the den and so she and Streamlight could get to work.

[Noctali]

.Streamlight and Spiderpaw.

Streamlight frantically searched the den with her soft eyes, quickly glancing at where the marigold and poppy seeds were before grabbing a mouthful and bringing them back near the Tom. She nervously shoved the seeds towards Fleetpaw's mouth, hoping that he was still conscious. "Eat these..." she muttered, glancing at Spiderpaw; the silver tabby seemed to be choking on tears swelling up in her throat before approaching the Tom, collapsing close to the seeds. Streamlight then took the marigold petals to her mouth, crushing them, and licked the mushy substance onto the flank; the worse part of the injury. "Twistedpaw, wrap him up in the cobwebs."

[saige.]

.:Fleetpaw and Twistedpaw:.

Twistedpaw was still for a moment. It was hard to take in the bloody scene before her. Her vision became cloudy, but she saw that her brother had lapped up the bitter seeds. Gulping, she moved towards him with the cobwebs and began to apply them. She noticed that Fleetpaw wasn't even making much of a reaction to the pain. She assumed that it was the Poppy Seeds doing their work, or it could be just the shock. A flicker in his eye let Twistedpaw know that he was still conscious, and he murmured something so quietly, she couldn't even hear. She leaned closer to him, and when he repeated what he had said, her entire body became tense and rigid. She pulled her head back and watched as Fleetpaw fell out of consciousness and into a deep sleep. The cobwebs had thankfully been applied to his wound, so the bleeding had stopped for the most part. Twistedpaw took in a deep breath, and took a step back with her eyes closed and ears pinned back. "Lighstream is dead." she murmured, chocking on her own words.

{Well depression should be fun to play}

[Noctali]

{Surprise, surprise... Poor Hawk. .n.}

.Hawkice, Spiderpaw, Crowsong, and Streamlight.

Hawkice followed the scent of Lightstream carefully as he dove through the thin foliage of Viperclan's hunting grounds; the smell of blood tweaked the Clan cat's original scent. His dark green eyes laid upon the She-cat in horror; she was just a carcass mixed with fur, torn flesh, and blood. Wrinkling his nose, the Tom grabbed onto the flank of Lightstream- which was hard to find-, and dragged her back to the Medicine Cat den, dropping her in shock when he noticed everyone else inside. Spiderpaw glanced over at the gruesome mess of what she could hardly tell as a cat, burying her face into her paws. Crowsong and Streamlight both stepped forward, Streamlight watching as the black Tom drug the body deeper into the den. "I'll let Venomstar know and bury the She-cat properly myself," he muttered grimly, tail lacking and face lacking any signs of expression.