(Hey, guys. I'm back! And guess what. I updated the clans list! I know, so exciting, right? xD Anyway, I've added our new charries, ((Welcome to PowerClans, peeps! ^^ Oh, and hi, Fairy. o.o I'm still mad at you for putting me in the bag. xD JK)) and I added the ages to all the cats as well as put them in order by age. I would appreciate it very much if you all would take a few minutes to look over it in case I messed anything up. ((With all the formatting, things get very confusing.)) Also, if the age says "but..." it means that I would like it to be changed to fit the rank better. Also, I noticed that in a few posts it wasn't clear who was attacking who. I would appreciate it very much if you could attack a specific cat that is on the list, not just "a DarkClan cat". If your cat doesn't know the other cat's names, you can write them in parentheses. I have to do some other stuff now, but I will edit this post later to include all of my cats!
Yes, all of them. n.n))
FireClan
Flameheart lay down in the warriors den, tucking his paws under his chin as he closed his eyes.
I think some sleep is in order here, he thought to himself. That day had been long. And busy. In truth, he hadn't done much, but the few things he had done had fully exhausted him so that he felt extremely busy. Strange things were always happening in FireClan, what with Bloodstar and his antics. The ginger tom shuddered. His own leader gave him the creeps.
Nightfire and Foxflame padded side by side in the night, flanked by Mudpaw, who had caught up to the pair. The black she-cat smiled gently to herself. "I think Mudpaw called the bet off for us." The tom next to her laughed softly, agreeing. "No more bets over our apprentices, isn't that right, Mudpaw?"
WaterClan
Rainstar layed her head on her paws, only to find that she couldn't sleep. Sighing heavily from worry and exhaustion, she padded out of the hollow stump that was her den. Hanging moss swayed to allow her through the entrance. "Stonefur, you go to bed. We have no place in this battle, as much as I hate to admit it. We'd probably be too late anyway. I'll fetch the rest of the clan from the lake." She dipped her head to the deputy and turned to leave the camp.
Silverleaf should have brought them back by now...Stormcall let out a shaky sigh of relief and collapsed beside Dawnsinger, laying his head across her neck. Tears of stress and joy pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall on his mate's pelt. "I love you," the dark tom whispered, closing his eyes just as Dawnsinger had. Silverleaf remained stiff, not relaxing like her brother and apprentice. They had been too close to a repeat of the past.
AirClan
Ashfeather yelled in frustration, kicking a pebble toward the massive tree trunk that sat alone atop the hill above the AirClan camp. It bounced off with a sharp crack and hit the silver she-cat squarely on the forehead. "Ow!" she hissed, and sat down abruptly, threatening to burst into tears. It was all too much. Nightfeather's questioning, the argument with Swiftstar, and now her head was throbbing. Finally, she let the tears fall until she was sobbing into her side, curled up into ball.
Nightfeather's face fell. What now? Ashfeather might be pregnant with his kits, and she wouldn't even talk to him. He felt more alone than ever as the clearing emptied of his clanmates. His paws padded slowly in the direction the beautiful silver tabby had gone, longing for her company. The tall grass swayed in the cold night wind that had picked up upon Ashfeather's departure. The air always had reacted to her moods unnaturally. So had he. Which was exactly why he was walking through the shoulder-high grass in a cold wind in the middle of the night.
LeafClan
Heathersong's breathing quickened as she awoke suddenly. An eerie silence filled the cavern, and her shaky breaths echoed in the cold space. Stormpaw was still asleep, but Heathersong didn't want to wait for her apprentice. She barely managed to control herself, and sat back down onto the sandy floor.
Battle
Earthpaw skirted some IceClan cats in the center of camp before dashing straight towards the nursery. He jumped a fallen she-cat at the entrance, a queen? (Petalsong) The apprentice didn't stop to think as he went barrelling into a large black tom (Nightscar), knocking them both over. DarkClan scent filled his nose and he hoped he had done a good thing.
Brightpaw jumped from the DarkClan tom's (Nightscar) back as he fell to the ground. Adreniline surged through her.
It's a good thing light doesn't cost much energy. She glanced around for the cause of the upheavel and spotted the shape of an apprentice.
EarthClan? she wondered, picking up his scent.
Nightfall thought he scented something familiar. An IceClan cat? He whipped around to see Shiverpaw and Shadepaw hunched over the body of a DarkClan cat. "Good work, you two," he meowed, thinking that the two had wounded or possibly killed the minion.
Skystar yowled in pain as another set of claws dug into her back. They were shaken off almost immediately by Winterfur, her deputy. Two IceClan cats, two DarkClan cats. At least the battle was fair now. Oh, there was a SunClan cat (Flowerface) that she had not noticed before. The medicine cat? She didn't let herself think, springing on the DarkClan cat (Tigerstrike) nearest the SunClan she-cat. Her teeth found the minion's shoulder, and her claws dug in wherever they could find flesh.
Marshpelt pelted into the clearing with the EarthClan cats, and he spotted three abandoned kits (Nightkit, Oakkit, Patchkit) mewling in fear and possibly pain. DarkClan's plan was probably to kill them along with every other cat in sight. Anger swelled up inside the tortoiseshell tom and he stopped beside them, picking up two tiny kits with his large mouth and dashing towards the third. To his dismay, the third kit was dripping blood and howling his poor head off.
He might not have to, depending on what's happened to him. Marshpelt's eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness, so he couldn't tell exactly was wrong. He scooped up the tom-kit with his right paw and looked around for a place to hide them. The nursery was a battle scene, and falling apart, the medicine den was also filled with warriors... Out of the corner of his eye, Marshpelt saw a hollow in the side of a tree stump that looked promising. It was away from the main battle, and well hidden. The RockClan warrior dashed toward it on only three paws, a balancing act that threatened to tip him over.
Petalsong heard the voice in her head. StarClan cheering her on. The queen hissed in agony, pulling herself off of the ground. Her kits were being carried away. But it wasn't by the DarkClan she-cat. Were other cats here? She took a step toward the retreating tom, but found herself sprawling on the ground in the next instant, hissing as her front foot gave out. Blood from the gash across her face blinded her, and she could only be glad that her enemy's claws had not found her eyes.
Hopeflight watched through Icestar's eyes, her leader unknowingly putting her through the torture of seeing the battle as she was. And she could not close her eyes. They were pried open, forcing the poor cat to view bloodshed like no other. A kit with one eye gouged out, fresh blood trickling down it's newborn pelt. A queen, struggling to save her children but blinded by blood and pain. A warrior, broken body crumpled against the den wall and fighting with unconsciousness. The swipe of claws, the clamp of jaws, the yowl of pain. It was repeated, all in different scenes with different cats. More cats in agony. Hopeflight's cheeks were wet with tears, but still her eyes were frozen. Icestar smiled, finding yet another effective form of torture at work. She shoved her minion away, breaking their connected thoughts. "It's almost time for your turn on the battlefield. Did you like the view?" Her voice was soft and mocking, floating across the grass like a twisted lullaby.
StarClan
Runningleaf cleared his throat, trying not to betray his feelings. Whiteblaze would read the grim line of his mouth, but he would not let this young she-cat have a bad first impression of StarClan. He would be strong. "Lunarwing, is it?" Of course it was. Her name came right from her scent. That was one of the strangest things about StarClan cats. They could scent and see so much more than the living cats below them. As much help it was at large gatherings, Runningleaf could hardly call it an advantage of being dead.
(Okay, I lied. I can't write for Lightheart because Stormpaw has to answer her first. But I wrote for everyone else, even Runningleaf and Flameheart! They were hard. *pouty face*)
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