PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan

[Arouria]

"Littlepaw!" Smoothstone called back to her." I think you crossed into Sunclan!" But he knew he was going to have to go after her. He lept over the border and ran towards her voice. "Were in such deep mouse-dung!" he whispered to himself. Following her scent, she started to come into view, " Littlepaw, do you know how much trubble we could get in if Sunclan found out were on their side of the border!" But he was starting to confuse himself, were they in Airclan, or Dunclan territory? How did they know what side of the border they were on? " Are we even ON Sunclan tarritory?" he wondered outloud, "Or are we still in Airclan?" Then a thought crossed his mind, he looked up at Littlepaw," I..I.." he stuttered,"I think we crossed over the border to the Outlands!"

[catdoq]

Littlepaw scrunched up her face and looked at him, "What? That couldn't be it." She yawned and sat down, tail flicking back and forth, "I'm getting kind of tired..." She opened her mouth again in a huge yawn.

[Arouria]

Airclan
~Smoothstone~
"No really," He said plainly. "We both crossed a border, but we didn't know who's it was." He sat down, his tail-tip twitching as he thought. "We ran north, up the river.." He thought, Ss yeah, we really could have." He gave a massive yawn. "Maybe we should just sleep here tonight, I'm sure we won't be missed much, t

he rest of the clan is probely already asleep." With another yawn he looked back at Littlepaw, "Of we could go back if you want.."

[catdoq]

AirClan

Littlepaw yawned and dropped to her stomach, "I'm exhausted...that run really killed me." She started to curl up into a ball and yawned heavily again, then placed her head on her paws and let her eyelids droop down.

[Arouria]

Airclan
~Smoothstone~

Smoothstone shruged and yawned again. "I guess that means we sleep here." Smoothstone looked around, spotting a fallen tree by a bush. He nudged Littlepaw, "Come on, we can take a nap in that tree." Once inside the tree, he curled up next to Littlepaw, "Big day" He murmered. "Good night. Or..Day." He said, he gave her ear a lick and put his head down, tired from the days activities.

[catdoq]

AirClan

Littlepaw sighed, "It is pretty early...but...we can just stay here for a little bit and be back later." She settled in again, now up in the tree.

[Taylor☆Gang]

((OMG HIII!!!!! SOOOOOO SORRY I HAVE BEEN SO INACTIVE!!!! I HAVENT HAD ANYTIME AT ALL..... Can i have a recap? like a really good recap? Tink? ))

[Arouria]

((Actually, next to 0 has happened, Tink, Rose and some other sort of just, disappeared. Me, Silver, Nala, and you are the only ones who have posted for months, but, as for a recap, Smoothstone and Littlepaw like each other, that's pretty much it >.<))

[Taylor☆Gang]

((0_0 Wow. I thought it wud be busy... I guess i really have nothing to do...))

[Tinkpetz]

FireClan

Nightfire padded through the jungle, turning her eyes skyward in an attempt to keep from crying. So far it was just barely succeeding. The black warrior had to blink constantly to keep the tears back. "It's no big deal," she meowed, trying to calm herself. It really wasn't. But it sure feels like it.

Foxflame stopped running and dropped his head. His chest heaved both from the exercise and from the frustration. Nothing had happened back there in the cave; though the more he tried to convince himself, the more he remained unconvinced. I was worried, that was all. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But it was out of the ordinary. Neither cat could deny their newly-realized feelings any longer.

The she-cat wanted to sink to the ground and have a good cry. StarClan knew it would have cleared her thoughts. But Nightfire was much too prideful for that. Kits cry, not warriors. So instead, she stepped up the pace, trekking on with new fervor toward the Shadow Border, completely unaware of any dangers that might lie ahead...

DarkClan

Once the AirClan tom was sufficiently controlled, Icestar decided to put him to sleep. The white cat immediately fell down on the ground and began gently breathing, startling a wicked grin onto his new leader's face. The immense power she had over fresh minions never ceased to amaze. It was too bad that the imprint left on the poor cats' minds faded over time. Fading... Icestar shoved a particularly nasty thought to the back of her mind and stood up. The ring of cats around her also stood up, ready and attentive. Except for Winterfur. Irritation pricked at the white queen's spine, but she managed to keep her fur flat. No point in demanding more out of the traitor cat. That would come with time. Trying to keep from wasting more of the precious stuff, Icestar quickly addressed her waiting minions. "Thank you." Etiquette was annoying, but it kept down the rebellious thoughts. "You may catch your own food now." With a flick of her white tail, the minions were off, leaving Icestar alone with Winterfur and the sleeping tom. Better get to know my new loyal. The long-practiced smile flashed on as the leader turned casually. "Now that they're gone, we can get to know each other better," she cooed. "So, what clan are you from?"

Hopeflight immediately flipped over onto her belly when the icy presence touched her mind again. It's a wonder I don't get brainfreeze, she grumbled to herself. No more thinking; she sniffed around, trying to act as if she was searching for prey. Just in case.

Flamefoot glanced dejectedly behind him, looking for a sign that meant Hopeflight was coming back to hunt with him. He had become fond of the kind-hearted tabby; she was the only kind thing in this wicked place. The fire-pelted tom wondered why she was so kind quite often, but he could never come up with an answer that felt right. At first he'd thought she was just nice to everyone until he'd caught her about to pounce on Shadowfang. Then he'd thought she was nice to newcomers, but her fur had been on end and her eyes had been wide when another cat was jesting about future captures. All that was left was the possibility that the she-cat had taken a liking to him. The thought set Flamefoot's heart fluttering. In truth, he'd had a bit of a crush on her for some time. But he caught her staring at the moon, a longing look in her violet eyes. Longing for someone else. The tom sighed and absent-mindedly pounced on a withered old shrew. He proceeded to take a bite, his thoughts still in the clouds. Flamefoot quickly spat the sour meat onto the ground, brought back to earth by the unpleasant sensation. Ugh, he thought, gazing down at the prey with a disappointed frown.

Dappleclaw sank her claws into the flesh of a mouse and waited until it finished squealing in agony. Then she snapped the dead creature's neck for good measure. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Why hadn't she put it out of its misery? Why did she have to let it die painfully and slowly? Why do I have to eat it in the first place? Just looking at the blood-oozing mouse made the young she-cat sick to her stomach. Her mind was siezed once more in an icy grip, and Dappleclaw reluctantly took a bite of the prey with her eyes closed.

Mosscloud ran off into the forest, leaving her leader alone with the...'special' minion. Icestar would make this new cat feel at home and special, and then take control of her mind. It didn't always happen that way, but Icestar got bored with the normal capture and control routine. Occasionally she preferred to toy with her victims. Mosscloud's thoughts froze with the bright chirp of a firebird that had drifted across the border. Her haunches tensed, she sprang...and missed. Hissing furiously, the tortoiseshell cat stamped farther into the trees, looking for something else to eat. Sudden paranoia struck Mosscloud, causing her to stop walking. What if Icestar left this cat free? What if she never planned to control this one, instead making the refugee a kind of deputy? "That's my job!" Mosscloud burst out, rage prickling the fur on her spine. Calm, a silky voice soothed, You will always be my most trusted warrior.

Warriors of the Dawn

Heathersong beamed as the cheers went up. Maybe her plan would work after all. The tabby caught the swish of a starry tail out of the corner of her eye and grinned. That must have been Lightheart, reminding her that the plan had come from higher powers. It was StarClan that had used their powers to bless these chosen cats.

"Now we need a plan!" Heathersong called, hoping the other cats would quiet down. "For starters," she continued, "I was hoping we could all practice some warrior training. Most of you are warriors, but there are those of us here that stand untrained, namely myself, Gracepaw, Pinewhisker, Ravenkit, and Melodykit. We will need some lessons if we are to fight against DarkClan." What was she doing? She had enlisted all those against fighting in battle lessons, including herself. And the kits. Melodykit was just a few sunrises old. How could Heathersong allow her to be exposed to the violence that embodied training?