Warrior Cat RPG No.2 No Longer Accepting!!!!

[Africa.]

(Yes, didn't the shadowclan leader tell Shadowclan to retreat? *Confused* xD
Oh, and Bram, in Brightlcna, did you want Bramblehawk back to Bramblestorm, or no? I'm just asking 'cause of your username now xD )

[Keriae]

(Yes. Bramblehawk doesn't suit me. I changed it because on DA Bramblestorm is common, but Bramblestorm feels like me.)

[Africa.]

(Okay, il keep that in mind ^^ Actually, I wont have to kep it in mind, 'cause Bramblestorm always comes so much more naturally to me when I write, so I usually ending writing Bramblestorm then erasing "Storm" and putting "Hawk" xD )

[Keriae]

(Lol. Where is Featherpaw?)

[Africa.]

(Featherpaw right now is standing where the battle was, still horror-stricken xD She didnt fight in the battle, 'cause she didn't know any fighting moves other then the very basics that she learned as a medicine cat xD)

[Keriae]

(Okay.)

Ashfall padded over to Featherpaw. "Are you okay?" He asked, licking the wound on his flank.

[the bad wolf]

Annabelle purred, shaking her head lightly. "Not like that, Ice." She looked at him, smiling. "It was something that did happen. How I wish they weren't real..." She scooted closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. The kitten then closed her eyes in comfort.

[Keriae]

Hazleberry looked around for Minkjump. Was she okay? ad she been hurt. Was she dead, or dying? He rushed around, his pelt puffed up, his eyes full of worry.

Bramblestorm let Nightpaw help her. She managed to get to the medicine cat's den. The warrior layed down in the nest and waited for Dappleleaf.

[the bad wolf]

Minkjump ran into camp, a mouse in her jaws. She stopped momentarily, dropping it, then ran to her mate. She butted her head against his gently. "I came as soon as I scented Shadowclan. What happened?"

[Africa.]

Featherpaw just let her jaw gap open, as she struggled to find words. But no words came to her buzzing mind as she stared at the open space before her. Blood. That was what she saw. A blood filled battlefield. The trees usual calming whisperes seemed menacing now, like the hiss of Shadowclan. The flowers around them seemed to be dying at the stench of blood. Everything around her... So different, so terrible. She shook her head ever so slowly, ever so slightly, as she just stared into the distance.

Icepaw wasn't exactly sure what to say. He was only an apprentice, how was he supposed to know how to comfort someone? "Umm... D-Do you wanna talk about it or...? Um.." He honestly didn't know what to do. His paws seemed to trace the lines in the ground beneath him as he raked his brain, trying to decide what to say to her as she rested her small head on his shoulder.