Warriors: War of The Roses

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Yellowpath wasn't expecting that Yewberry would pounce on him. But using his ShadowClan cunning, he jumped out of the way in time and hissed at the black tom, lashing his tail. "What the heck are you doing?!" he yowled, unsheathing his claws and aiming to give Yewberry a few good blows to the head. Ravenstar snarled when the deputy of RiverClan and ShadowClan started to fight, flattening her ears. "Is this what RiverClan has come to? Attacking their own allies?" she hissed, raising her hackles and glancing around to see if this was all a trick. "Stop! Stop! Look, StarClan will be angry!"

[Packgoater]

"Yewberry!" Briarstar spat, cuffing his deputy on the head, his claws still sheathed. That done, he stepped between his deputy and Shadowclan's. "You should not generalize one cat as the clan. I believe, as the leader, I am the representative of the clan, not my deputy, who will be punished accordingly, trust me," Briarstar murmured, glaring at the jet black tom. Disappointment was clearly written on his face, and also shame that his deputy would be as kit-like as Shadowclan's. He lashed his tail angrily, but otherwise appeared to be fairly calm. Why had Yewberry done something to make a fool of his clan?

Edited August 20, 2011 by Packgoater

[LeopardDragon]

Lynxpaw was shocked. Fighting at Gathering was unheard of, even if only because most cats had enough respect for tradition that it was simply not done. The yound she-cat looked up at the sky, and saw that a cloud had inched its way over part of the moon... she shivered. How would Ravenstar respond to this? On one hand, she had to agree that the things she had heard Yellowpath say were insulting and provoking is the extreme... at any other time of the moon, she wouldn't have blamed Yewberry one bit for tearing the ShadowClan deputy to ribbons; he had even dared to disrespect and argue with the leader of his clan. On the other hand, what had happened was between RiverClan and ShadowClan; what business was it of Thunderclan's? In fact, it might even help to show RiverClan what a fox-hearted pack of rouges most ShadowClan cats, their new leader so far being the exception, actually were. In any case, the apprentice didn't soubt that both warriors would have to answer to their leaders of their behaviour at Gathering tonight. She sat tense, her tail lashing and almost half expecting the two clan's to pitch headlong into a msqualling noisy battle with eachother.

 

"StarClan won't honor this..." the she-apprentice whispered to Nightpaw and Wildpaw who sat nearby.

Edited August 20, 2011 by LeopardDragon

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Wildpaw flicked his tail crossly. A fight at a Gathering? How? And between allies... "StarClan surely won't, Lynxpaw." he mewed. He shifted from side to side, a growl rising in his throat. "That's enough!" Ravenstar yowled, her tail lashing from side to side. "This Gathering is over! Like I said, ThunderClan will check if both ShadowClan and RiverClan have been on on our territory. Good night to you all." the black and white she cat jumped off her branch, flicking her tail and looking over her shoulder. "ThunderClan." she called before turning and prowling into the shadows. Yellowpath hissed when Briarstar cuffed Yewberry over the head, his tail still lashing. The silver tom stood up and shook out his pelt, turning and leaving the Gathering. "Stupid RiverClan..." he hissed under his breath.

[dragcave:D]

Fernflight turned and watched Ravenstar go. Mouse brains... she thought about the two deputies. THinking about how they'll have to answer to their leaders when they got back to their camps, she smiled and went to look for Lynxpaw. When she found her, she meowed "Let's go." and went after Ravenstar.

 

"WindClan." Honeystar called and ran off towards the edge of their clearing. Waiting for their Clan to gather, she groomed her tail and leg fur, which has small splinters and leaves tangled up in them. SHe growled as one pricked her tongue, and waited impatiently for her Clan.

 

As Leafpaw waited for Deadstar to call leave, she thought about this Gathering. Hmm... Pathetic. Two deputies star a fight, and a cloud not even completely covering the moon. She smirked and faced the moon. StarClan, what power have you? You can't even stop a fight, let alone Clevershadows.

Edited August 20, 2011 by dragcave:D

[Dr. Paine]

"Very well. We shall see you next full moon," Deadstar said, dipping her head to Ravenstar. "And I will personally aid a patrol in setting up the new borders, and punish any cat who tries to overstep them. ShadowClan, back to camp!"

 

With that, Deadstar made her way over to Yellowpath, her fur bristling and her eyes narrowed to slits. "What in the name of StarClan were you thinking, dung for brains?" she hissed, unsheathing her claws. "You... I hope you are aware of how quickly I can remove you from your position..."

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Yellowpath licked a paw when Deadstar padded up to him, his fur smooth and flat. He couldn't really fight with his sister, and usually there wasn't much rage in their fights. He narrowed his eyes and flicked an ear, starting to pad away with the Clan and her. "You have to be more strong with your Clan, Deadstar." he said with a flick of a tail. "You can't be that soft."

 

((Since no one seems to look at the OCC, how about a timeskip to the next day?))

[dragcave:D]

((ooh ooh i did. sure))

Edited August 20, 2011 by dragcave:D

[Sylverfinger]

Shadowpelt's fur pricked up in anger at Ravenstar's parting comment. Riverclan was more respectable than Shadowclan, by a good stretch of river they were. Yellowpath proved that himself, with that disrespect to his leader. However, on the other hand, Yewberry's actions were shocking, as well. Silently she turned her gaze to Brairstar, waiting for his call to leave. She padded to Oaktail, reveling in Yewberry's actions with him. Such a handsome tomcat, she thought. A fine, robust form. And such a handsome bushy tail...

[TwilightMoonDragon]

((Timeskip~))

 

The day was gloomy. The clouds hanging over the lake territories were heavy with rain, and even darker clouds could be seen over the horizon, toward the area of the Tribe of Rushing Water. Rain was about to pour down onto the ground.

Ravenstar looked up, swishing her tail from one side to another. She was padding to the border with some of her warriors, ready to set the new scent markers. She didn't really like open spaces as well, but she couldn't turn down any new territory. "Wait here for Deadstar." she ordered her patrol, raising her tail. "She wants to lead a patrol here as well."

 

((Any one who wants their cat to be there at the patrol can make them be there. ^^))

[DarthDestiny07]

Streakflame was laying next to Rainshadow in the warriors' den. Her amber eyes were open, and she was watching Rainshadow's flank rise and fall. It was dark outside, but she wasn't bothered by it at all. She loved the rain.

She closed her eyes and sighed. She had woken from another blood-stained nightmare. In her nightmare, she was in her old camp, surrounded by heather and brambles. She was outside with her brother, Flamekit, playing. Suddenly, the rain started to fall and her mother called them. She turned and ran into her mother's den. Whitestar started licking her pelt dry, but Flamekit wasn't with her. She called for Flamekit, but the only reply she received was the battle yowl of her father, Blackclaw. "DewClan have invaded!" he yowled.

Whitestar told her kit to stay in her den, then she leapt out with a furious yowl.

When the sounds of battle died away, Streak-kit padded out of the cave. It had stopped raining, and the clearing was stained with blood, her clanmates lay everywhere, laying in pools of their own blood. There were some DewClan members around, lifeless as well. She looked around for her mother, Whitestar, but she couldn't find her. "Whitestar!" she wailed.

Silence greeted her wail.

Opening her eyes, Streakflame sat up.

Rainshadow, woken from Streakflame's movement, got up and streched. "Another nightmare?" he asked.

Streakflame nodded. "Another blood-stained nightmare." she sighed.

"I wish there was something I could do to help with that, Streakflame." he sighed. He loved the she-cat, and he hoped she felt the same way. "Streakflame," he began.

"Yes? What is it, Rainshadow?" Streakflame asked. She was washing her paw.

"I ... I love you." Rainshadow stammered. He had never thought he'd find a mate in a Clan!

Streakflame paused in her washing. "I love you, too, Rainshadow." she mewed softly. (Ooh, love proposal! )

Edited August 21, 2011 by Kamiko_Cullen

[LeopardDragon]

Lynxpaw streatched and yawned as she awake the next morning in the apprentices den. It had been a long day... fortunately, Ravenstart hadn't had her on dawn patrol that morning. Her first task was to find her mentor... if she was around... if not she would get right to hunting prey for the elders. A glance around the den told her that a few of the other apprentices were already gone, perhaps on patrol, and the others were waking for the morning like herself. With a few silent steps she was out of the den and out in the open air of the camp. Her nose sniffed , deeply inhaling the ffriendly familiar scents of the Thuderclan camp and all the familiar cats that lived there. Shame it was raining, thouhg, the she-cat mused as she shook her pelt which was already getting wet.

 

What a strange dream she had had, last night, though... that was the real reason that she wanted to find her mentor. Perhaps Fernflight would have an idea if it was a sign that she ought to pay attention to, or if it was just her overtired brain chasing prey while she slept.

Edited August 21, 2011 by LeopardDragon

[Dr. Paine]

"Good morning, Ravenstar," Deadstar said in as pleasant a tone as she could manage. Rainy days always left her in a bad mood, unfortunately- she hated getting wet, she hated the cold, she hated finding her tail had dragged through the mud and had to be washed in a puddle or whatever source of water she could find. But hopefully the patrol would go well- especially since she had told Yellowpath to stay at camp, she did not need that mouse-brain messing things up today.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Ravenstar nodded at Deadstar, noting that her dead tail was dragging on the ground and was muddy and soggy looking. Ah well... at least she seemed trust worthy. "Shall we start marking the borders?" Ravenstar mewed, padding to the unscented new border. It stank of ShadowClan, but she would soon fix that. It would soon smell like ThunderClan, like home. "So, Deadstar, here, right?" she asked, flicking her tail.

[Packgoater]

Briarstar opened his jaws in a yawn, his eyes temporarily closing as he did so. Mist covered the area by the river like a thick, dense cloud. A storm was gathering up ahead and a distant rumbling could be heard. The old brown tabby stood and stretched, finally coming out of his den and looking around. Ever since the last Gathering, Briarstar felt a mistrust forming in his mind. Why had Shadowclan given Thunderclan a slice of their territory but not Riverclan? Those thoughts had plagued his mind along with thoughts about his deputy. Had he made the right decision in choosing an aggressive cat like him? Briarstar shook that thought out of his head. Of course he had, just because of one slip-up e couldn't condemn the young tom. Yewberry meant well and would be a good leader for his clan, no matter how he acted now.

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Oaktail twitched his whiskers in amusement as a small early-rising kit attempted to chase after a frog that had invaded the camp. He sighed, rolled his eyes and looked around. He oped to go on a patrol this morning, a hunting patrol at the very least. If he could get in a scrabble across the borders, that would be great. Especially if it was over the Shadowclan border. He would love to sink his teeth into one of them, especially the disrespectful deputy that had been there last night. The large tomcat started to pace anxiously, finally sitting down and looking out at the lake. See,the other clans don't get Riverclan. They think we're lazy. They don't know how much physical strength it takes to swim. They're the lazy ones because they're to lazy to learn to swim or catch fish. We can do everything they can do and more. He frowned and then flicked his tail, golden eyes scanning the area. Hopefully there'd be some action today.

[Dr. Paine]

"Yes. I do hope your warriors have better luck hunting here than we did," Deadstar said, her demeanor brightening slightly. No attacks, and Ravenstar seemed to be acting quite civil. Perhaps this would go well, after all. As she moved over the new borders, Deadstar looked up at the sky, and felt a small twinge of fear. The sky looked so dark and heavy, it wouldn't surprise her if the rain continued well into the next day. Flooding would be a serious possibility, especially in RiverClan... had they taken the proper preparations?

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Ravenstar stayed mostly silent as they set the new markers, sometimes looking up at the sky and questioning the weather. When they were done, she twitched her tail. "Looks like there's a storm on the way." she mewed, sitting down and started to groom her chest hair. "I'm worried about WindClan. They live in a ditch in the ground." she mewed, looking around at the open area. "Thank you, Deadstar. We will use this area well."

[Dr. Paine]

"Yes... I'm worried about RiverClan, myself. They live so close to the water. They're usually prepared for this sort of thing, but it looks like this will be quite a storm. And that doesn't even touch on the possibility of fire," Deadstar said, giving a slight shiver in the cool air.

[Sylverfinger]

Shadowpelt stretched luxuriously, fiercely shaking water out of her wet fur as she emerged, dripping, from the river. She had gone for a quick swim, finding herself rising uncommonly early, and had wanted to refresh herself. She looked up at the sky, hearing an ominous roll of thunder. The approaching thunderstorm brightened up her mood. She had always loved rain, and had a special affection for big, beautiful lightning storms. She loved watching the swollen river as pelting rain drops splashed onto the surface, thunder pealing across the heavens and lightning flashing across the skies. She loved how the lightning illuminated everything in its own unique glow. Some lightning were pure electric yellow, some others shining a soft blue. She felt sometimes that she could almost sense the spirit of the storm itself.

Edited August 21, 2011 by Sylverfinger

[LeopardDragon]

Lynxpaw slipped off into the forest on her own to do a little hunting. She hadn't been able to find her mentor, this morning; whether that was because she had been chosen to go on patrol or she had been out hunting herself, the apprentice wasn't sure. Lynxpaw could smell the rich smells of the forest... always so much more evident when it rained. It was almost as if the forest itself was fully awake and alive on days like this. The flashes of the the lightning and the occasional rumble of thunder illuminated the forest and broke the silence. Hopefully, she wouldd be able to find some preyy to bring back fresh-kill to camp... even on a day like this.

[Sylverfinger]

Sighting Oaktail sitting not far from her, gazing at the wide expanses of the lake in apparent thought, Shadowpelt silently crept up to him. He looked so muscular, orange-brown spotted body framed in the gray light of the incoming storm. Shadowpelt admired him for a moment, then slinked to beside him. Speaking in a soft voice that was slightly hoarse due to long periods of non-usage, she said, "A big lightning storm is coming, one far bigger than usual. Are you worried about it flooding the camp? It certainly looks full of water."

Edited August 21, 2011 by Sylverfinger

[Kokay]

Yewberry was plagued by the memories of what he had done. He hadn't slept that night. It had been his fault. He had disrespected StarClan. The tom shuddered at the very thought. When the morning border patrol came around, Yewberry was the first one on it. The tom led the patrol quickly, much quicker than ever before, and even stopped to scoop up a fish. He took the fish to one of the Elders who had awoken and turned his pained gaze to the leader's den. It was time to face Briarstar. His pride hurt more than anything. Feeling like a kit once more, the tom stalked up to the den. He saw more than one warrior watching him, and his ears laid back against his head defensively. This was none of their business. As he reached the den, he shuddered at the thought of what Briarstar would do. "Briarstar, it is Yewberry. I've come to speak with you about what happened last night." His voice was as ragged as ever.

[Packgoater]

Briarstar turned to the tom that adressedhim. Flicking his tail, it was obvious that he hadn't had much sleep either and was still displeased by the matter. "You acted like an apprentice and shall be treated like one for as long as it takes for you to act like a deputy again.. You grumble about it, I assure you the period of time will be longer. However, you are lucky. You will keep your position as deputy and fully assume it again when I feel you can handle it," he murmured, walking out of the den and looking out at the sky. "But do one favor for me. Get the elders and the kits to higher ground. This is going to be quite the storm."

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Oaktail turned to the cat beside him and nodded, his tail lightly drumming on the ground.The tall male stood up, stretched, and sat again before making his response. "Of course I'm' worried. The rain looks like it'll come in buckets. But I'm most worried about what Shadowclan is planning, because I doubt they're giving out territory because they've turned soft," he murmured, smiling grimly at the other cat.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Deadstar was worried about the storm that was coming as well. Ravenstar looked up, sniffing the air. "Well, if you need help, ThunderClan is ready to aid you." she mewed, dipping her head. Deadstar looked like she really was a reliable leader, and it looked like that she was going to set her Clan straight as well. "We should really get back to our Clans," she said. "Or do you want to sit here and chat?" she added with a twitch of her whiskers.

 

Yellowpath was stalking something. Not something, someone. He had rolled himself in ThunderClan herbs, gathering the scent on his pelt. And now, an apprentice was hunting by herself. He recognized Lynxpaw from the Gathering yesterday. The silver marble tabby swayed his tail, the tip of it narrowly missing a dew filled leaf. Have to be more careful... he was almost on top of her. The tom cat pounced, aiming to pin her to the ground.

[Kiran]

Moonpaw listened to thunder rumbling in the distance. She was cowering in the medicine cat den. Thunderstorms always made her nervous. The lightning, the rain pouring down, no way to know if the lightning had struck a branch above your head or if it struck a branch over where you were going to run. The rain washed all the scent trails away, leaving Moonpaw completely lost. Of course, a normal cat would be able to see the dangers, and see where they were going instead of relying on their sense of smell.

 

Mosspaw stood outside the apprentice den, the wind whipping her jet black fur around. Drops of rain fell from the sky, soaking her pelt. Mosspaw didn't mind- she loved the water. She loved the storms, the cover they offered. Darkness veiled the land, rain washed your scent away, thunder boomed and startled unsuspecting cats. Mosspaw didn't even flinch when thunder boomed right overhead. Maybe tonight she would get to invade ThunderClan or WindClan camp. They wouldn't be expecting an attack. The weaklings would be cowing in their dens, ready to be attacked by RiverClan clevershadows. Mosspaw longed to attack, to rip her claws through the pelts of ThunderClan and WindClan cats. Or even Deadstar, the new leader of ShadowClan, RiverClan's allies. He was going to turn ShadowClan soft, corrupt them, make them do whatever the other clans wanted them to do instead of fighting them. Mosspaw walked over to the river. Maybe she could find some food for the fresh-kill pile. She doubted it, though. With the storm, all the fic=sh would be hiding at the bottom of the river. She wouldn't be able to catch a minnow. She stared into the depths anyway, searching for a flash of silver. Nothing, nothing, bingo. Mosspaw saw the flash of silver she had been looking for. Her paw splashed into the water, but came up empty. "Fox dung!" she muttered quietly.

 

Mistpaw yelped as a flash of thunder woke her up. She quietly crawled out of the apprentice den. Maybe no one would notice she overslept. She snuck around to the fresh-kill pile. She hadn't caught anything yet, but she just wanted to see how much was there. Not much, and what was there was soaking wet. Mistpaw snorted in disgust and walked out of the camp. Maybe she could catch an unlucky bird that wasn't hiding in its nest.