((Accepted, hdmwolf. Thank you very much! ^^ As for her age, is/was she an apprentice and recently turned so Icestar gave her a warrior name? Also, can you at least include her previous Clan? Thank you. Short post, since I have to go soon. Sadly, I've been saying this frequently. Oh well, as long as my charries are written for. Tink, I changed Lightwhisper's Mate/Kin what-choo-ma-call-it; it's on page 17. Writer's Block came on and off, as it sometimes has a tendency to do. . . x3))
LeafClan
Stormpaw cocked her head and stared questioningly at Heathersong, slightly confused. She opened her mouth as if to inquire her mentor about why this would be, then decided otherwise. She blinked and flicked her ears as if to rid them of flies and nodded in assent before yet again taking the herbs in her mouth. They would visit SunClan, then leave right away to travel directly to the Moonrock. Stormpaw set the pair of bundles down and agreeably (If hesitantly) flicked her tail toward the weaved tunnel and mewed, "Let's go, then." The medicine cat apprentice took the herbs in her jaws, careful to keep her thorn-sharp fangs from piercing the herbs, then patiently waited for Heathersong to lead the way.
Leafshadow cursed silently under his breath as his paws thudded on the earth, where the sparrow he had been stalking was collecting nest materials heartbeats before. He tracked its ascent with his eyes, scowling, until it was well out of sight. The bird's wings were still fluttering audibly, and it was now chirping rapidly in alarm. Plants rustled and a few more calls pierced the previously silent forest as if on cue.
Great, thought the warrior crossly, his claws still unsheathed.
There goes any other chances of food today. The mottled tom sighed in exhasperation and disengaged his fixated eyes from the tree cover above. If he had powers, he probably would have been triumphantly scraping earth over his catch before proceeding to continue hunting for his Clan. Of course, he just
had to have been confirmed useless but exceedingly "wise" when he was made an apprentice. Hey, if he was powerless, at least he was
smart. But intelligence caught no prey, nor did it protect LeafClan. Leafshadow rested his weight on his haunches, wanting to spit. He lifted his front paws and picked the caught leaves from his thorn-sharp claws with quick, violent movements. The powerless cat quietly lowered his paws and once again gazed up at the revealed sky, where the hidden stars were burning invisibly, feeling cheated and robbed. Why had StarClan punished him with this fate?
Roseness wrote:WaterClan
Dawnsinger didn't answer for she didn't bear the need to do so. The truth seemed to buzz in the air about the two mates as they simply gazed into each other's eyes, noses touching so they didn't have to be separated anymore. They were together, with none of the despised space between them. That was all and everything that mattered in the WaterClan cat's world anymore. . . Love, desire, and happiness.
EarthClan
Lightwhisper gave a feeble cough so Dappleheart --at least, the sharp voice sounded like the EarthClan deputy-- would know where she was. She didn't have to be so loud! Her head throbbed and she seriously considered slipping away at the moment. It was kind of Dappleheart to be concerned for them, and she knew that the deputy was, but it would be a whole lot more. . . assuring if she would stop acting as though she and Emberclaw would join the ranks of StarClan any heartbeat. "I'm right here," she rasped, her body aching with every word. "I'm okay, just tired. Mostly jus' scratches, but my left foreleg isn't feeling too good. . ." The allowed her voice to trail off as she winced in pain. "Not sure if it's broken or not." Her head dropped to the ground again while the white warrior struggled againts the black waves threatening to drag her under, into unconsciousness. Lightwhisper was only aware of the frantic patter of pawsteps approaching her and the pain, so she focused only on that, determined to win this battle. Two unconscious warriors wouldn't be any use to Sunheart when she determined their wounds. . .
IceClan
Shadepaw lingered at the brink of boredom and sleep, but he was fully awake by now. He bent his head and gave his chest fur a few brisk licks and let his gaze rake the camp. It seemed ominously empty, since most of the warriors were gone, including his mentor. The young black tom wondered where he was, then regarded the older warrior's absence as a hunting patrol. The fresh-kill pile
was gradually dwindling to nothing and was nearly empty, so why wouldn't he be? If he would go to Shiverpaw for entertainment, he would be either mad or having a nightmare. Almost immediately, the pale ginger she-cat padded out of the apprentice's den.
Think of the demon, thought Shadepaw.
And the demon shall appear. If an annoying, overly-optimistic demon barely out of the nursery. Shiverpaw parted her jaws in an enormous yawn and stretched drowsily while he carefully receded to the shadows. The other apprentice flicked a glance to the fresh-kill pile and sat down, mewing without looking at him, "The fresh-kill pile seldom seems to bear enough prey, don't you think, Shadepaw? I know you're back there."
Fox dung! He glared and padded forward crossly. Shadepaw took in Shiverpaw's face to find that it too betrayed boredom but it was tainted with something else. . . Worry? He could scarcely imagine what there was for the other apprentice to fear and tried to think of what it could be as the silence grew between them.
SunClan
Flamedancer didn't need to be told twice. Still greedily sucking in air while attempting to draw breath once again, she scooted out of the way but remained near the white wolf in case the inevitable occured. The SunClan warrior kept her claws unsheathed and tensed her aching muscles, prepared to pounce and attack again if neccessary.