by Cherry. » Mon Oct 23, 2017 8:54 am
Biscuit
He dug his claws into her shoulders, getting a tight grip on her and raked his back legs down her spine. "Don't You DARE...lay a claw... on her ...or any of the kits!" He hissed in her ear, still slightly in shock by the amount of rage this cat was filling him with. He landed perfectly on his feet, only slightly unbalanced by her blow. He reared up, and glided, poised to land on her back again- but he crashed into another cat who had gotten there before him. One who smelled of wind and wilderness... One who Biscuit had yet to meet due to his untimely... fainting. He huddled against Creampuff, worried for the new cat, and he could feel Creampuff shaking, so he pressed his long fluffy pelt against hers, trying for the calming effect Nelly had mastered, and failing, his pelt shaking as much as hers, if not more! Biscuit gaped at the cruel way the rogue had abused the clan cat- verbally and physically. Suddenly strength returning to his paws, his limbs filled with fury, he leaped at her once more. "You killed her?!" He hissed through gritted teeth, clawing furiously at her ears, trying to get a grip on her back with his back legs. He wasn't sure if he was ready to become a monster like her-to kill another cat? Then he looked at Creampuff, his mate. He realized, in order to protect her- and the kits- the cat would have to die. Biscuit was knocked down as the vicious cat struck him, but he was not fazed and leaped up, back on his paws in an instant. He felt stronger knowing why he was fighting. He ducked beneath the taller cat, rolling over, and raking hind claws across her belly, slashing deep cuts.
FoxPaw
His eyes met hers, and as he looked at her, he knew he couldn't stay mad. "No...I forgive, you." He purred, barely audible but he was sure she had heard. "I'm sure they don't all hate you." he mewed, trying to lift her spirits. Curling his tail around her in turn, he replied. "I'll make sure we can still spend time together! And if I get an apprentice, we could train together, and I'll make sure you're in all of my patrols! But... you're right." he mews, pressing against her, "I'm going to feel cold without you in that den.." With a jolt, he woke up. He sensed many new cats outside, and upon leaving the den, discovered several rogues just walking around as though they had lived there all there lives! Snarling at the nearest one, he growled "Why have you intruded our camp, SCORCH." He spat the name as though it was dirty on his tongue, after all, this was the cat that almost stole his Applepaw! He smiled at his crush, she looked so pretty when she was angry... Foxpaw sprang to attention as Thistlestar called the meeting, and he sat under the gathering cliff, his light amber gaze fixed on his leader. "Hello little Rosekit! I am Foxpaw, but soon I'll be... Fox-something!" He chuckled, and pushed back through the cats to sit by Applepaw, who was looking down. "I'm finally going to be a warrior! Why are you so sad?" He stared at her for a second, taking in her beautiful eyes, and her soft gaze. "Yes, I love you, and you alone Applepaw." He hurriedly dashed forward as his name was called, eager to be a warrior.
DappleSeed
(Dead)
HollyPelt
She smiled tiredly at her mate and the 4 kits. Perking her ears and turning her head as she heard Stormwind's name called. She played with one of the kits with her paw, and decided she would name this overly fluffy kit Fluffkit. Her ear twitching as the kit batted at it, she looked down at Cloudkit, who was sitting on the ground. She was already becoming restless, her paws aching to leave the nursery. "Well, the adventurous one here is Quailkit, and little-miss-worry-pants over here is Fluffkit." She purred, gesturing to each as she did so. She nuzzled him back. "what did Thistlestar want to talk about?" She purred, genuinely curious. "Ohh..." she stiffened at his name, thinking back to the time when they were still friends. "Yes, Emberstripe isn't afraid to put that elder in his place if necessary... I believe that was the best choice." She smiled at him. "Of course!" she purred, eager to move, her tail twitching with excitement, although she had only been there a few hours. She nosed the kits forward, not noticing Rosekit trailing behind. "Well then, here's our nest! Quailkit and Fluffkit, you can sleep on this side, and Cloudkit and Rose- Rosekit?" She just now noticed her kit's disappearance, and abandoned the other three to find her. "There you are!" She pulled the three kits out of the elder's den, and grabbed the other two from the nursery. "Come on, there's a gathering!" she called to her kits, doing a quick head count as they sat down in a large group with Stormwind. "That, you'll find out if you all quiet down." She purred to Fluffkit. "We've been fine, I suppose. Quailkit and Rosekit were constantly wandering off." She purred in amusement. "You would probably know better than any other cat, being the deputy Stormwind." She flicked his ear with her tail bemusedly.
FernWind
She looked at Hollypelt, a regular visitor. It seemed like she was on the verge of death every second of every day. "What'd she do this time?" Fernwind asked, a small smirk forming on her lips, as she waited to hear the next of Hollypelt's many endeavors. "What'd you do to her this t-?" but she was abruptly cut off from her joke as Hollypelt collapsed. "Right!" she mews hurriedly. Berrypaw, now sitting upright pads over to her. Listening to her, she whispers back, "Are you sure?" Upon receiving an answer, she went back to business. "There will be time for ceremonies later, right now HollyPelt is having her kits!" (Fade to black) She sat back with her new apprentice, slightly worn out. She followed Berrypaw outside. "What is going on?" she asked, worried when she saw Slyshade's killer being treated so kindly by the clan. Sniffing in annoyance at the rude way Tornthroat had treated her on his way out of the den. She slipped outside, curious as to what the gathering was for.
ThistleStar
Turning, he noticed a small kit, suddenly rushing to leave the den. "Is that one of yours?" He purred in amusement. "Definitely takes after Hollypelt, doesn't he?" As his Deputy padded off, he left the den, and began searching for that beautiful she-cat, Thistlepatch. "Oh, sure!" he blushes as he purrs the response. "Right now, or later in the day? It's already pretty late..." He jokes. "No, no, let's go today while we still have a chance." He smiled, and padded over to Blacktuft. "You're in charge of the camp while I go hunting with Thistlepatch." He addressed the warrior. "Erm, Thistlepatch? You still want to go, right?" Disappointed, he stalked off. "Marina, your ceremony will be tonight along with Foxpaw, and Mottlepaw's." He turned away for the final time, and leaped onto the high rock. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey come beneath high rock for a clan meeting!" He yowled, and watched his clan gather. "Foxpaw, Mottlepaw, Marina. Please step forward."
BerryPaw
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw the eldest medicine cat, SlyShade dead in the middle of the camp. "No...No!" Padding up to her soon to be mentor, she whispered, "I..I need to be, I mean I want to be a medicine cat." Nodding her head, she replied, "Yes, yes I am." (Fade to black) "Okay, now that that's over, shall we go figure out the commotion outside?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushed through the small nursery entrance. She shoved her way back inside, surprised at how crowded it had become. "Littlepaw! Are you doing alright?" She asked, blushing as she looked into his deep, green eyes. She could tell it was disturbing him, so she tried to help him get his mind off of her death. "I'm a medicine cat now!" She announced, purring. She could tell what he was thinking through his eyes. "Don't worry! I want to do this!" I think... "I'll be a warrior, just in a different way! I'll fight my enemies like greencough with herbs instead of claws! And we'll be closer!" She mewed her words with enthusiasm although, she wasn't quite as excited. She wished she was as strong as Applepaw. She was jealous of her sister's ability to be a warrior. But she was careful not to allow any of these feelings show on the outside. "I agree... Except, they might not." Her brow furrowed in concentration. "Maybe if we made them agree to something?" She smiled, "Look, a meeting. Race ya!" And the two ran outside.
C o a l
He spat angrily at her request, but decided he might as well after she said "Please". He blundered off, unsure of where to find "borage". When he found what he hoped to be Borage, he picked some in his mouth, immediately spitting it back to the ground. "Yuck! If I don't like this, I doubt Creampuff will even touch it!" But he dutifully collected some, and brought it back to the cluster of cats. He set it down, hissing as his paw made contact with the other cat. "You never mentioned your name..." he challenged. He was once again taken back at her hostility, so he didn't say a word after, and just kept his head down, and lay down next to Nelly. At least I'll keep her safe! "Nelly, if she comes near us, I'll protect you! Chee- I mean Storm taught me a little before he...he left." His thoughts swirled around again as he remembered that moment again, for about the 50th time-the day his father left him. He turned his head, watching the horrific turn of events as Dappleseed's life slipped from her. "W-what is it Nelly?" He whispered back, his barely audible voice shaking.
Quailkit
Now in a mad dash to get out of there he scrambled out, hearing the strange other cat laughing as he did so. He was almost there- but now he was walking on air, suspended from his fathers jaw. After being set back down in the nursery, he went to go sniff around at his three siblings, as each was named. He rolled his eyes at his sister. She was humiliating him in front of his new clanmates! He settled into the fresh mossy bedding, but, as his mother left, he did too. He was intrigued, and wanted to meet his clan, just like his other sister, Rosekit. As he stumbled about on his short kit legs, he ran face first into Tornthroat. "W-who are you?" he asked, listening carefully, eager to learn every aspect of the clan. "My name is Quailkit! Is it true... that you killed our Medicine cat?" The young kit's eyes filled with wonder and curiousity, not rage and accusing as so many of his clanmates were. "Aaa! You don't have to grip me so firmly, I'm not going anywhere!" He growled under his breath as he was taken away from the elder's den. He stalked away to talk to one of the tall warriors. He rushed back over to his mother as the meeting began. "I wanna stand up there someday!" He mewed excitedly, blushing as several cats glared at him for disrupting the silence.
Fluffkit
Now that she could see, the world was a wonderful, yet at the same time, terrifying place. She already began to worry what dangers would await her outside the den and as she did so, pressed herself closer to her Father for comfort and safety. Suddenly the warmth was gone! Her mom was saying something, and they all began to walk. She stumbled, and fell. "Help! My legs are broken! I can't walk ever again!" As she was nudged forward, she did discover she still could walk, but she was still worried. Where is Rosekit? What is Quailkit up to? How long will Hollypelt be gone? "M-moss ball?" She shuddered. "Do you know how absolutely horrible moss is?! I could think of almost a million diseases that playing with that scrap!" She batted feebly at the ball, a look of disdain on her face. She began to have fun with it, little after little, and started pouncing about, accidentally tumbling into the elder's den where Quailkit already was. "What's a...Clanmeeting?" She asked her father, her yellow eyes round with curiosity.
Please feed my friend! c:
