**Snowclan** (accepting! New warrior cats r.p.!) Version 2

[Rising Sun]

Sorry guys, but I dont know the last time RPed here. Love ya'll, but I have to quit!

[Brooketail]

Graystripe had come in time to see the cat leap onto Foxpaw. "FOXPAW!"She shreiked and then became furious.'How Dare This Cat Attack Her Friend!' she charged at the rouge, knocking him off of Foxpaw. "What do you want, rouge!"She snarled furiously. Graystipe had a glint in her eyes..She seemed more wild and ferocious than a fox and badger combined.

[raccoon bandit]

Burningsun smiled contently, placing himself beside the apprentice and rolled back onto his haunches in a fluid motion. He glanced quickly at Snowpaw, eyes trailing over the busy apprentice's work, before he spoke up. "Do you need any help, Snowpaw.?" The deputy quipped, eyes softening to take on a fonder look. It really was amazing how every cat did their best to help the clan- even the youngest cats found something to do.

Foxpaw looked up, eyes wide as he let his body shake. He was safe now. Graystripe was here. He began to get to his paws, shooting a wayward glance at the rouge as he began to do the same, the strangers body was well muscles and lined with slick, black fur, which was complimented nicely by the cat's soft blue eyes and berry pink nose. The apprentice cocked his head, studying the rouge as the black tom spat out curses and glowered at Graystripe then Foxpaw, his bristles rising slightly as he took in the details of each one. These must be clan cats. He took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to think up a strategy. The female seems very fond of the male, and I'm assuming that feeling is mutual, so I should attack the weaker opponent. The rouge shot a weary glance at the ginger runt, smirking evilly as he ran his tongue over a thin black jaw, unsheathing his claws and charging towards Foxpaw, who, by now was glancing questioningly at Graystripe. The apprentice paid no attention, unaware of the rouge charging towards him, and, with a sharp jump, his was tackle to the ground back-first. The rouge had him cornered, drooping his black body over him, he placed a paw on either side of Foxpaw's orange head, while restraining the tom's lower half with his claws digging into his rival's hips. He allowed himself a victorious smirk as he bent down and thrust his muzzle towards the apprentice's, eyes sharp and threatening. "I need information, and I'm sure you can give it to me, so come with me unless you have a death wish." The Tom prodded Foxpaw's exposed chest with a forepaw, before shooting a death-glare towards Graystripe. "You, don't move." He snickered, flicking his tail towards the venerable cat in his grasp, "Unless of course you want him dead."

[~ mew ~]

'No, no thank you,' Snowpaw said politely. 'Just make sure nothing tries to attack and I'll be fine. Personally, I don't know why I have to have a warrior with me when I gather herbs. It's not really dangerous.' Snowpaw put a paw on his head, embarrassed. 'Sorry, I don't mean to offend,' he said, voice lowered. He continued to pick the herbs.

[Brooketail]

"I won't do anything..as long as I am allowed to come with you! He is only an apprentice after all and it wouldnt be fair if tou were to take on him alone.."Graystripe challenged the rouge"What is your name anyways? Or would you like to keep that a secret!?" Graystripe spat at the rouge, her back fur bristling in true fury.

[raccoon bandit]

Burningsun listened to the medicine apprentice commands, and simply nodded. The deputy stifled a laugh as Snowpaw spoke to himself about being alone, and not needing help from anyone else. "Sorry, I don't mean to offend." The white Tom finally heard the young cat peep up. He took a deep breath and let a low chortle slip from his mouth. "Don't worry, I'll go patrol and let you have your space." He cooed and took a few paces deeper into the woods, allowing Snowpaw peace to cool off. He could sense his presence wasn't wanted, but he knew it was needed.

Foxpaw looked up at Graystipe, his jaw hanging open in a gape. Did she just say this rouge could take them away..? He began to shake his head frantically. "This isn't a good idea.!" He gritted his teeth, and squirmed under the unfazed, smirking rouge. "Graystripe we need help, not to be dragged to Starclan knows where.!" The ginger apprentice hissed, only to be muted by a forceful blow to his head by a black paw, rendering him unconscious as the black Tom above him gave a snicker. "My name is only to be told to those I trust." The rouge muttered, directing his impolite response at the stubborn she-cat before him. He then got off the passed out, loud-mouthed Tom and sunk his jaws into a loose ginger scruff and tugged upwards, picking up the limp fur blob. "Very well." The rouge jested calmly through Foxpaw's scruff, and began to pad off of the spacious territory at a trotting gait.

[~ mew ~]

'No, I didn't mean-ah!' he sighed. 'Oh well....' Snowpaw continued picking the herbs, sorting them into four different piles.

[raccoon bandit]

Blazingsun gave a faint smile as the apprentice's words drifted into his ears and lingered there while the deputy skirted his small route he mapped out in his head. Better make himself useful. The white belly dropped to brush the ground as he let his jaw prop open to taste the air, picking up faint traces of cats, mice and birds. But, nonetheless, one scent stuck out like a briar, the strikingly strong scent of pigeon. Allowing himself a victorious smirk, Blazingsun began to stalk forth, calling upon all of his senses to lead him to the unsuspecting prey. He let the absent-minded bird stray into his sharp sight, before he leaped and cleanly killed the animal, bringing his jaws down to its feather neck and nipping at the spine. The deputy then trotted back to Snowpaw, who, he assumed by now, was just finishing up. He plodded up to the snowy-white apprentice and dropped the prey before the medicine cat in training, cooing out the simple words "Eat." Before padding off once more to stand poised by a tree on the lookout.

[~ mew ~]

Snowpaw had just finished up his herb picking when the deputy dropped the pigeon at his feet. 'But...aren't elders, kits, and queen supposed to be fed before apprentices and warriors?' he asked, confused. 'We shoukd save this prey for them.'

((is it burningsun or blazingsun?))

[raccoon bandit]

{Burningsun... Heh.. Whoops..}
Burningsun flashed a small smile over his shoulder, eyes soft. "Don't worry, I'll take the fallout. You deserve to eat." He said softly and resumed his gaze to scanning the tree line of the darkening woods.