{ 1x1 Warriors Rp }

[wolf ;;]

Butterflight sighed and flicked an ear. Lifepaw nodded and he pelted out after Fastpaw. Smallfrost slashed the large tom that had pinned her and he jumped off, yowling in pain.

[I'll make Shadepaw and Sandyfern come in a few posts.]

[walk.]

Fastpaw leapt over the river separating the clans and sped into Mist clan and mewed, "Please! Night clan needs help, we are being attacked!" Shiverstep looked at the body of his father and murmered, "Shimmerfur is going to be very sad..." he turned to punch a Tom heading for him.

[wolf ;;]

Lifepaw nodded. "Greystar lost his last life! We need help quickly!"

[walk.]

Fastpaw looked around urgently to see all the cats crowded around a nursery and a cry came. Nimblestar, the leader mewed, "Um, we cannot, I am incredibly sorry. These are the first kits in around 14 moons for mist clan, we all have to see them." Fastpaw groaned and mewed, "Come on, we'll have to break the bad news." he ran out of camp.

[wolf ;;]

Lifepaw growled, and he nodded and followed Fastpaw back to camp.

[walk.]

Fastpaw sped up the hill and cried, "They can't come, a queen is having kits and they all want to watch." Hawkfang swore and Brazenfire shot him a look that told him to shut up.

[wolf ;;]

Lifepaw sighed, then he glanced at the entrance of camp as two shadows lingered near the entrance of camp. "Maybe MistClan have come to help." He meowed, but instead of a patrol, two she-cats padded in. "They aren't Clan cats...maybe their more rouges." Lifepaw growled. At that moment, the rouges stopped fighting and turned to stare at the two she-cats.

[The two she-cats are Shadepaw and Sandyfern, but the Clan doesn't know yet.]

[walk.]

Emberheart turned to the she cats and snarled, "Ugh, more rogue's I see." he turned his back. Hawkfang cocked his head in interest at the she cats but didn't regonise them. Hawkfang mewed, "I need to go check on Sparrowsong." and he padded to the nursery.

[wolf ;;]

The youngest she-cat heard Emberheart and she twitched her ears. "Did you hear that? They think we're rouges." She purred, and the oldest nodded. "Maybe they don't want our help." The oldest she-cat meowed, the rouges were still staring at them.

[walk.]

Goldensong looked over at the "rogues" and mewed, "Maybe there aren't rogue's, perphaps they want to help!" she winked at her sister. Emberheart mewed, "Fine then, let them help if they wish."