that shard of glass {BORDER PATROL}

[raid]

SIV!
Hold me now...I'm 6 feet from the edge and I'm thinking...
Maybe 6 feet ain't so far down.


-.The circumstances were now out of her hands. While she still played the lead in this play, it wasn't scripted. The pawns in this game were all allowed to move as they wished. She was on a mission. Get into the clan, gather information, report. She could appreciate being home after she was done with her little "vacation". Surrounded by clan cats would test her in many ways. She had a hard enough time being around the other cats of Delirium without ripping their fur out. But being quite the manipulative little wretch had gotten her this far. Her belly was bulging, her fur smeared in mud and covered in various stickers and burrs. It looked like she had been through hell and back. A wound was raked across her hind end, a few days old if that. She looked exhausted and in truth she was. Her body had taken the beating that she knew it would to get her this far. Siv needed inside this clan, she needed to make them believe she was a wandering she-cat who carried the burden of life within her. Clan cats wouldn't force her out in this condition. If she played her cards right she would indeed find herself where Shard wanted her. Their deal was well on the way to being fulfilled though much work still needed to be done.

The deal still rang in her ears, his voice still holding tight chains around her very heart. Tempestclan, go there and seek out a black tom, if I recall he goes by the name of Voidstrike. Find out anything and everything about him and bring such news to me, as well as any other points of interest you may come across. Some part of her wanted to turn around, but the rest of her knew what would happen should she do so. Not only would she be killed but the kits as well. Shard was not a cat to mess with, and Siv herself was not one to back down from a fight. Her paws carried her at a slow pace, her left hind functioning slower then the rest of her body. Bruised and battered she was running low of energy. But her mind was swarmed with thoughts. She carried no fear, only curiosity. The scents around her were changing and her body was wanting to cave in. She was in the land of clan cats...she had been for some time now. They had to know she was here. The kits in her belly shifted, begging to be welcomed to the world it seemed. Siv held them close to her heart, it was her only connection to Shard and her real world. Despite having no soft spots, and usually being delusional she knew she would have to keep herself in control.

Stopping, she let her body lean against a tree, the strong scent of the clan filling her nose. Her eyes looked around the territory...it was press on or wait, now or never. The scent she used to carry was gone, she reeked of mud and the lands she traveled through. "Soft hearted fools, don't know how to even keep track of their land." Her voice was almost silent, kept to herself as she hissed the words into the air.

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MOTTLEDSCAR!
on his face is a map of the world.


-.Dawn. It was time to go. The tom stretched his body out of the warm nest he had curled up into. He was to lead the border patrol. Lovely. Though he wouldn't die from it, it was not going to be his favorite thing. His dark eyes scanned for the bodies of two of the warriors. Eveningwind, Cougarleap. Walking to each he jabbed a paw against their side. "Border patrol let's go." The tabby moved towards the opening of the den. Oakpaw best be ready and outside...Mottledscar's patience was already wearing thin. The air was brisk, and unsettling. It was time to get a move on. Ever since Voidstar had come upon the shard of glass there was something unsettling about being in camp.

Moving his way into the forest, he found his fur already bristling as a slight rain began to fall.



___OOC --> Mottledscar's post sucks because i had to rush it so I could change and head to work! Sorry guys!!!____

[wolfy]

Oakpaw

Oakpaw walked within a vicinity of his dream, pawsteps becoming lighter and lighter. Everything was a blur, not in focus. He felt exhaustion with every step he took, and beyond that tired, as if he hadn't been dreaming at all and he stood awake for moons. Why do I get dreams like these? He thought shaking his head and trying to get into focus. Something had happened, but not there in his own world just here. In his slightly uncomfortable dream. Sighing, he stopped and laying down then and there. Noticing for the first time, the surrounidings changed. Before he had just been walking, not really paying attention but he was smart enough to know that it was in the forest. Unintentionally, he was now in the middle of his den. The Apprentices den. Strange, he thought swifting his tail past the air. He stood again, this time twice as suspicious. The only way to get in here would have to be climbing, but Oakpaw never climbed anything. He then noticed that he was no longer dizzy, and his eyesight had been back to normal. Very strange, he thought twice over for what he would do next.

Deciding quickly he got up, ready to exit the den to see his clan, if they were even there. Steadily walking out a flash blided him for a few seconds. Claws ranked into his fur and he heaved out blood. He felt pressure on his side and claws fixed themselves on his right. Pushed to the ground he felt like giving up then and there. But what would others think? He pushed up with everything he had, taking the weight off of him. Finally taking his eyes on the enemy he noticed Voidstar. Voidstar! Suprised he fell again under his pressure, feeling the claws stab into his fur.
"Voidstar....stop!!" he yowled again gasping for breath as his own lungs sucked in only the dount of living through this. Horrifying images came to his head and Voidstar laughed obviously intruiged by his triamph. Like he even had a chance! Oakpaw had been smothered and even if he didn't have the suprise Voidstar would still had easily beaten him! A sound rippled from his throat but it was that between a growl and a gag. His muscles sagged and all energy was out. Unconciousness was inevitable, his eyes started sliding back while Voidstar lowered his head whispering,
"Better do a little better next time."


Oakpaw woke up instantly gasping, his claws fully extended and his breathing becoming irregular. Light shown in his face and he quickly retracted to shade, slowly adjusting back to the bright light. The feeling of duty weighed heavily upon him and then it hit him with much force, Border Patrol!! He got up quickly feeling incredibly guilty and ran out of the den. He jumped down to the base of the tree swiftly and with much balance. He was used to it by now, he had been learning since he first went out of the den as a kit. Now was not the time to think about his kit years, he was an Aprentice now. He was pretty much late for his first patrol. He growled, silently taking in whatever would be said about him after this. Why couldn't he do what was right for the first time? Did it have to do with his size? Doubt took over. Size was no excuse for sleeping in. That was completely him and now the whole patrol would probably be ruined becuase of him.

He muttered while finally taking the last branch before the last leap to the ground. Soft leaves touched his peft but subsided as he finally hit ground level. He quickly padded over to Mottledscar, breathing a bit heavy. "Sorry! I didn't mean to be late. I'll make sure next time I will be up before anyone!" Pushing out all that he felt like kicking himself for doing this. Not only was he late but he also had no chance to eat that morning. And he was so looking up to a good meal after that nightmare. Thinking of Voidstar as an attacker creeped him out. Never would the leader ever attack a clan member.

Oakpaw finally felt his breathing get better but it didn't cover the guilt he felt. He glanced around then for his mentor, Cougarleap. How dissapointed would he be? Oakpaw could only guess. He feared that he would be put down, and he wished that somehow there would be ome way to prove back his prestige to them. He wanted to be the best of Warriors, to be counted for in everything but it had to start with some disaster. His first patrol! Taking the thought out of his mind he stood tall after only seconds of his fast speech of sorrys. Cougarleap was still not in his site but he first had to get Mottledscars acknowledgment and forgiving words before looking around for his mentor.

[steps `]

eveningwind
he took me to the river,
where he slowly let me drown.

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Eveningwind was not happy. In actual fact, to say she was ‘not happy’ would have clearly been an understatement had one seen her exit the warriors’ den, having been prodded awake by the ever monotonous voice of a certain deputy she had not recently taken a liking to. With her long, coal-black fur dishevelled and sharp golden gaze fierce and narrowed, she resembled a sabre ball of fluff that would have been somewhat endearing had there not been two murderous orbs of pure disgruntlement staring from within it’s obsidian depths.

One could speculate to the several reasons that could have contributed to her irritable disposition: she slept on the wrong side of the den, nightmares, boy trouble, or perhaps she was just constantly flitting between wildly furious and moodily sulky, but even the thought of proposing such ideas to her would have sent shivers up one’s spine. Eveningwind was not happy, and many did not often dare to step in her way once her eyes turned dark and her claws unsheathed. This was the sister of this infamously silent and quietly vengeful Voidstar, and she had just woken up.

Giving her bristling shaggy fur a quick lick, she growled beneath her breath, cursing the cat that was Mottledscar, and padded briskly after him, a thick and suffocating lethal aura coating the air around her. Did he think himself so roguishly cool and aloof with his cold and superior temperament? Who does he think he is? A crappy Voidstar clone? The she-cat huffed, her fierce gold orbs fixated harrowingly on the muscular body of the mottled tabby tom as she followed a short distance behind, her sabre-hued fur smoothed by the chilly wind. A slight drizzle started, pelting gently against her sinewy, lithe body like a rain of pebbles, dripping down in minute crystal streams across the tar-black fur that coated her slight build. Speaking of her brother, the dark warrior’s mind shifted from a state of burning irritation to one of intense contemplation. Tension had grown thick in the air of the TempestClan camp since a shard of glass – where could it have come from? Such things only existed around Twolegplace – had been found buried in his footpaw. Shaking away a feeling of unease with, ironically, much ease, the she-cat turned to focus on things at hand, the patrol she had, so annoyingly, been put to follow and the similarly annoying Oakpaw. Mottledscar had already trotted on ahead, oblivious to the earnest apprentice’s rush of apologies, and she shot him a glare as she padded past, her head aching with the high-pitched sound of his voice. ”Could you just shut it with the apologies? We’re on a patrol, if Cougarleap doesn’t turn up, it’s his fault.” The dark warrior snapped, her bright golden eyes narrowed on young tom. ”He’s a grown warrior, for StarClan’s sake! Now get a move on, it’s already late. Turning swiftly, Eveningwind briskly continued onwards, her mood growing darker and darker with each step. She was not happy, and that was that.

[Dusk]

The evening before had been a rather tiresome one, with the warrior having gone out for some late night hunting in hopes of catching some nocturnal prey unawares. The tabby-and-white tom's trip had been successful when compared to his attempts earlier that day; he'd been able to snatch up something from the fresh-kill pile without feeling as though he was taking after giving nothing to the clan in return. Worn out, Cougarleap had been unable to bring himself to claw his way up the tree and simply went to sleep nestled among the roots at its base.

He should have known that Starclan would find some way to cause him grief for doing good. Having drifted into a fine, dreamless sleep he would have easily slept until just a few hours before sun-high. At which point he would have gotten up, stretched and groomed, and sat around searching for someone to give him orders or otherwise be supplied with some sort of conversation.

So much for that plan. He groaned slightly before raising his head in annoyance as a paw non-too gently jabbed at him. Bleary, bright green eyes blinked open with mild disgust as he watched the retreating form of Mottledscar. Dawn patrol? Cougarleap sighed, that was just his luck. For a moment he lay back down, just to give himself the satisfaction of knowing he had not rushed to the demands of the older warrior. The bi-colored tom began to groom with brisk, rough strokes of the tongue that kept him better awake than a leisurely wash. There was also the fear of Voidstar's vengeful habits spurring him onward faster than usual.

With a now freshly cleaned pelt the tom stretched and trotted out from the roots at the tree's base. It wasn't long before he spotted three cats, one smaller than the others. One being the mottled brown warrior. Another one, much to his disgust, was Eveningwind. The tom groaned inwardly at the sight of the she-cat. If there was anyone he disliked in the clan, it was the easily aggravated, black-furred warrior. She was too easily offended or otherwise set off by Cougarleap's habits; he tried his best to avoid her. True, he normally couldn't care less about what another cat thought of his actions, but Eveningwind's sensitivity drove him too far at times. The situation wasn't assisted by the fact that he'd just caught the older warrior's biting comment as he caught up with them.

He resisted the urge to pull back his lips. "If you wouldn't mind, don't order around my apprentice," he growled while giving her the barest of nods. The brown-patched warrior's gaze softened slightly as he turned to face his apprentice. The poor young tom already seemed to have had a hectic enough time without an old she-cat snapping at him. "Don't listen to anything she says," he said in a loud whisper. "The old she-cat's always got her tail in a twist over something." Cougarleap gave Oakpaw a slight grin, hoping to dispel the mood although he himself wasn't exactly the happiest of cats at the moment. He looked up again and fixed his gaze on Mottledscar. "Sorry for being slow, I was caught a little off guard by the patrol. As he spoke a defiant glint came into his eyes, daring the warrior to snap at him for his being late.

[raid]

MOTTLEDSCAR!
on his face is a map of the world.


-.Sometimes he didn't know what was going on in his clan. The cats of it obviously never seemed to get along. He himself never seemed to get along with anyone, so why should the others get along with themselves? As the lack of pawsteps behind him reach his ears, the tom stopped for a moment. His pause was brief as his head turned on the muscular cylinder. His light eyes caught sight of Oakpaw talking to Eveningwind...more or less Eveningwind talking to Oakpaw. The two were on opposite ends of the personality spectrum. Eveningwind was opposite of everyone it seemed. She always had been and Mottledscar wouldn't question it. She was Voidstar's sister. The moment he put down Voidstar was the moment he found himself on the outside of Tempestclan. The large tom let a sigh and a grunt be emitted from within him and he continued on. It wasn't time to babysit. It was time to check borders, and get back to camp.

Mottledscar wasn't sure how to take the patrol. Voidstar has talked about going, and yet he remained far from them. Mottledscar didn't even want to be leading the patrol and now here he was. The tom would much rather be trying to figure out what was exactly going on. The glass was only around two-legs. None of his clan-mates would go near them. Unless of course they were asking to be taken away from the clan life they led. Snarling slightly the sound of paws were ringing in his ears. The voice was Cougarleap's. As much as Mottledscar just wanted to snap at the tom Cougarleap, he held his tongue. Nodding his head, he took more steps forward.

Each tree seemed like the next...his eyes took in every aspect of the territory. And then...trees began to grow paws. The tom stopped, staring closely as his body moved sideways to get a better view on the situation. They weren't alone...

[wolfy]

Oakpaw

Oakpaw never thought a patrol was really like this. Sure it was his first one, and his mentor seemed fond of him, but some of the cats seemed immediate to get this going. Especially Eveningwind, he had never met a cat more irascible as her. Knowing in the future she may have conflicts with him, starting or proceed a conflict they were already in. She would make one harsh cat in a fight. Knowing this and how stupid he acted Oakpaw was upset of his previous attitude to wards Mottledscar. He didn't quite notice it before, but he noticed it now. He really didn't want to go on this patrol either.

Although, furthermore, Cougarleap seemed well about this. Sarcastic enough that is, hopefully he wouldn't get as affronted with Oakpaw as he did with Eveningwind. He especially hoped that whatever was between her and everyone else would get fixed too. How did cats get so rude? She would easily have been respected and looked up too, had not she been barbaric. Oakpaw shook it out. At least she wasn't mentoring him, then he would have been dieing during his training.

They all went on and he hoped that nothing would happen during the patrol, he just wanted to get there, patrol, and get back. He would then make sure the elders had been fed and eat. Eating didn't sound that bad after not being able to wake up earlier. He had to adjust to the new custom instead of staying used to being in a soft bed by now. It would be the best if he went ahead just woke up this early every morning so he used to it and everyone would praise him over it. All he wanted to do was be one of the best, to get a shot at terrifying the enemies. Right now though, he didn't have near the strength, nor the knowledge to go into any type of battle. He might as well be a Medicine cat apprentice. Dong pretty much nothing when facing an opponent.

Everything was silent, no one had talked for awhile and he noticed that he didn't really reply back to Cougarleap, and he didn't say sorry to Eveningwind, like she would take it anyways. Deciding, and deciding quickly, he went ahead next to Cougarleap and replied back, even though it had been over a couple of minutes before doing so,
"Coaugarleap,...uh, do you think we could be able to train today?" he asked looking up at his mentor. He didn't say it blatantly, but he didn't whisper it either. Knowing maybe Eveningwing would yell at him he went ahead and continued without a moments pause,
"And I'm sorry Eveningwind, I didn't mean to be like that..." Thinking about this, he knew maybe it was right decision. Either she would accept it or not but she wasn't going to change after that, maybe et some moods back and possibly make this a good patrol. He doubted looking back up at his mentor, everyone towered over him, even some of the other Apprentices, and the ones not of his age. Maybe being small and delicate, he could really make this a better patrol, but if she was just as blatant as before then he wouldn't try to keep it going.

[steps `]

eveningwind
he took me to the river,
where he slowly let me drown.

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The dark, midnight-black fur that coated Eveningwind’s lithe body bristled at the sight of the approaching Cougarleap, and the warrior inwardly rolled her bright golden eyes at his nearing presence. She had spoken few words to the tom in her time at TempestClan, and had noticed his disgruntled exterior whenever she came around. Not that it affected her much at all, she was used to cats not having the guts to face up to her, but it did make her want to retch, the way he would so easily judge a cat – she couldn’t care less what he thought of her, his opinions and comments were so negligible and useless - without having spoken much to them at all. Either way, he was on the patrol – thanks to the great Mottledscar – and she would have to bare with the two annoying specks that would, by the end of it, probably make her want to claw her own eyes out in order to avoid having to look at their ignorant, proud little faces.

”Well, if you wouldn’t mind, don’t spend your time preening your pretty little coat when you should be on a patrol.” Eveningwind snapped back at the tom, her golden eyes narrowed to fierce slits, before she turned away, not bothering to hang around and listen to the two ignoramuses telling jokes to try and make themselves feel better about their unfortunate situations. The unfortunate situation, of course, having been the fact that the two of them, so unbelievably dim and slow, could have been born in the first place. She itched to relive herself of their weighing presence – StarClan knows how much intelligence she must have lost having to hear the annoying squeak of a prepubescent Oakpaw - and trotted forwards, speeding her pace carefully to catch up with the mottled warrior who led the patrol. She kept a careful few tail lengths behind him, watching his back whilst keeping a sharp lookout for any signs of trespassing or danger. Few happenings of much importance had occurred during the past few moons, and leafbare had been somewhat peaceful, but who knew what the coming of newleaf would bring?

The sabre-furred, long-haired warrior was brought back to reality at the hesitant apology that seemed to spill out of the apprentice’s slight frame, and she turned to face him, her bright golden eyes falling onto his own emerald green eyes. His apology seemed sincere, not caustic and sarcasm-laced like those of many TempestClan cats, and she was slightly taken aback by the fact that he had apologised in the first place. However, he seemed genuine enough for her standards – she had seen way too many sarcastic apologies. Seriously, when would Tempest cats realize that they all acted exactly the same? Constantly acting sardonic and cynical, they all believed themselves so smart and witty with their sharp remarks, eventually becoming confused with their own conversations when the overuse of sarcasm got out of hand – and she accepted his apology with a soft, diffident grunt of “it’s fine,” and a slight nod of her head before continuing onwards, swiftly overtaking the young tom.

Up ahead, her glittering golden gaze caught sight of the deputy stiffening, his eyes concentrating on a tree that stood in their path. Eveningwind, sensing something of an unease in the air, bounded forward, her lithe muscles letting her catch up with the muscular tabby easily, and glanced at him questioningly, her dislike for him temporarily ignored, for now. In the air hung the pungent scent of blood and dirt, and she felt her hackles rise as the intruder presented herself... in the form of a heavily pregnant and wounded she-cat. ”Who are you?” She growled, bright orbs fixed on the weary form before her, and she felt her hackles rise, unsheathed ivory claws digging deep wound-like marks in the soft loamy soil. ”State your business here, you have no place on TempestClan territory.”

[Dusk]

Well, at least it seemed a fight was not about to breakout between himself and Mottledscar. That was a saving grace if nothing else; the last thing the warrior wanted was for Oakpaw to stand witness to an argument between Cougarleap and the warrior that surely would have broken out had the mottled brown tom responded to the younger warrior's goad. So far the morning wasn't going particularly well, but perhaps there was still a small hope that things could be smoothed over and the patrol continue in a happier light. The warrior forced himself to take a deep, mind-clearing breath.

For a moment he was calm, until the black she-cat of foul temperament spoke again. Frustrated by her angry remarks he nearly inflamed the situation further with a sarcasm-laden reply of his own, but still the tabby and white tom held his annoyance in check and bit his tongue to keep the response to himself. Fur bristling as he forced the fury building up to wait for a different outlet, his eyes narrowed to green slits that probably would have struck the she-cat dead if looks truly killed. 'At least I care enough for my fur so that it doesn't smell of crow-food each day, he thought scornfully at the senior warrior. It wasn't the same -just keeping the thought to himself- but at least they were making progress on the patrol now. The fur along his neck and shoulders finally relaxed fully when she accepted the apology from Oakpaw.

Cougarleap turned his focus to the smallish tabby in surprise. To be truthful, the bi-color warrior hadn't given much thought to how he would go about training the apprentice. This was his first time as a mentor after all, and he certainly didn't want to be too hasty in training the young cat. He blinked quickly to give himself a few seconds of thought. "Hmm, we probably will," he said, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt. The warrior paused, considering the patrol and added, "Assuming of course you're not too tired after the patrol is finished."

As he replied the angry snarl of Eveningwind drifted to his ears and he raised his head quickly. There stood a grizzled, mud-spattered she-cat with the black-furred, senior warrior baring her teeth as she took up a defensive stance in front of the rogue. A low growl bubbled deep in Cougarleap's throat, although he didn't spring to confront the newcomer. Rather he stepped partly in front of Oakpaw, knowing the tom had little experience with fighting. The brown tabby looked over at Mottledscar, curious to see what the other warrior would do.

[raid]

MOTTLEDSCAR!
on his face is a map of the world.


-.The rain wasn't going to bother him. It was the cats that he was with. Their bickering and snarling was already filling his brain. Buzzing and bumbling and bubbling into a frothy brew that he couldn't contain for much longer. He wouldn't have to with what was about to go down. His spring green eyes had caught sight of the she-cat. Pregnant. Bloody. On territory most cats wouldn't dare dwell on. So why was she here? The very question nagged at him. Before he could ask Eveningwind swooped down from her perch as Voidstar's sister and took a constricting grip on the situation. The brown tabby just stared, thoughts thickening and whirling in the depths of his mind.

Flashbacks of his childhood brought him to where he was. Siblings. Littlesun. Father. Mother. His apprenticeship. His own apprentice. The sight of a she-cat with a swollen stomach triggered something in him he couldn't quite place. Perhaps his heart was being brought to reality. To the fact that he himself longed to have one to call his own. His heart yearned for kits to bug and pester him even though he could hardly stand the warriors of his clan. Though with Voidstar and the groups of toms he hung out with, Mottledscar seemed to loosen up a bit. Perhaps he just needed a she-cat to pull him out of his shell. Make him realize that he was missing something in life.

As his focus was regained by Cougarleap stepping in front of young Oakpaw the tom found himself surprisingly level headed. It would tae all he had in him to keep him that way. Overreacting would not make the situation any better. And for some reason, the need to help this she-cat seemed to squirm throughout his body. Stepping beside Eveningwind, he stared down at her. Eveningwind seemed to have this situation where she wanted it...why would he step in the way?


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SIV!
She's a cold-hearted snake. Look into her eyes.


-.She knew they would come. Falling over her like looming shadows of the night. She must have passed out...from lack of blood, lack of sleep, lack of food, lack of water, excessive amounts of pain. Her body was screaming for anything besides what she had put it through. The rusty somali was not only going to harm herself, but the little parasites that grew within her. Yet she held on for Shard. Some part of her just couldn't give up. The psychopathic little insane man running around in her brain screamed and raised quite the ruckus when she tried to drift into the land of the dead. Her eye sight was fuzzy but she spotted them. Her nose smelled them. Her ears took in their words. She was on the spot...and it was show time.

Four cats. Three warriors. One apprentice. Fear. Hate. Hope. Emotions swirled throughout the small group and Siv knew very well that she would have to adapt and convince them or there would be no surviving. Trying to stand, she felt the real weakness overpower her now brittle bones. Her stomach swayed, not helping with the balancing act and she found herself leaning against the tree before sinking to the ground once more. "I need help. " She let the slur of words leave her mouth as a cough shook her frame. "There were a group of rogues that caught my path about a day ago. A pregnant she-cat can't get around without being harassed anymore it seems." She let a small and weakened laugh escape her maw.

Her amber eyes flickered as she remembered the first part of the question. The she-cat's question. She wanted to know who she was. Well she was Siv, of Delirium, mother to Shard's kits. That's who she was. But now....."I go by the name of Siv. I've been roaming these lands for awhile just trying to get by. My kits are more restless now than ever, and whatever energy I have they suck from me. " She had to make her case. And while talking to much could get it her killed, it might also save her.

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[steps `]

eveningwind
he took me to the river,
where he slowly let me drown.

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The dank smell of old blood and torn flesh hung drearily in the air, suffocating the warm, fresh atmosphere of the forest its dark tendrils. As a she-cat herself, she somewhat mistily understood the loner’s position and somewhere, deep in the back of her constantly tumultuous brain, she knew there lay some terrible little motherly instinct that would someday awaken. Unfortunately, at this current point in time, Eveningwind held no liking for kits whatsoever and would often find herself taking all means possible to steer clear of the queens’ and apprentices’ den in order to avoid the terrible high-pitched mewling of cats at their most annoying stage in life. Should she one day have her own kits, she would probably drop them off with some queen until they grew to a more bearable age in order to avoid tearing their voice boxes out with annoyance. Either way, like it or not, she felt a small niggling part of her reach out to the wounded she-cat and knew that should she be in that position, she would most probably need some form of aid.

Out of the corner of her fierce golden eyes, the she-cat saw Mottledscar, waiting on her decision expectantly. What. Are you serious? You’re the stupid little mousebrain who’s leading the patrol! The dark-furred warrior resisted the urge to snap at him, merely gritting her teeth in frustration and rolling her sharp eyes, turning back to the she-cat. It wasn’t her decision to choose Siv’s fate, it was the leader’s and she was in no position to say let her back into the clan. Mind whirring to a swift conclusion, Eveningwind lashed her tail fiercely and eyed the bloody she-cat with suspicions. ”Well, seeing as the leader of this patrol seems too scared to make a decision,” The warrior muttered to herself, out of earshot of the wounded somali, shooting a murderous glare at the mottled tom, ”I will escort you back to camp where the leader will decide what to do with you. The rest of you, scout the area and make sure that she hasn’t brought anyone else into the territory. You, come with me. Don’t try anything, or it will be the last time you even so much as think of coming into TempestClan territory. We don’t take kindly to strangers, and you won’t be an exception.” The she-cat growled menacingly, spitting out her last words and glaring daggers at the loner as she circled her weakened frame before gesturing her forward with a flick of her oil-black tail. She didn’t know what Voidstar would say, he for one wasn’t one to blindly let random loners into the clan, regardless of whether they were pregnant or not.



ooc; sorry for eveningwind being a bossybutt D: i thought it'd be weird if mottled and siv had a conversation considering they're both your characters. >.<

[wolfy]

Oakpaw

Oakpaw accepted the answer he got, there probably wasn't going to be any better then that, even on her good day. He drapped thinking of her. She was so rude sometimes. So after ignoring even her presence he listened to what Cougarleap had said. After patrol, if they even had the time too. Just hearing that made Oakpaw almost leap with joy, but he wasn't that dumb. Acting like a kit was on his not to do list, and near the bottom too. The last thing he even needed was to be constantly teased by Eveningwind, plus any other. And the shame Cougarleap would feel, all that becuase of acting like a kit. Even if those were a possibility he wouldn't anyways.

Then a stench came, blood and wounds. It reminded him much of how it was to be a cat. You couldn't really live without at least one scratch wound or scar, more likely a scar. Eveningwind talked out before any cat could speak up. Forceful and demanding, thewounded cat finally came into view, and just then Cougarleap walked in front of him. He looked up at him, but dared not glare. Just becuase he was an Apprentice didn't mean he was weak, especially against a she-cat who was hurt and carrying kits. Plus besides that, other cats here. He at least, if it came to a fight, get some type of mark to brag to other Apprentices about. That would be cool.

When the she-cat replied he again looked up at Cougarleap. The smell of blood wasn't something you could avoid with her around, but being next to another clan cat, the stench seemed to be less of a worry. He might as well get used to it, once he was in battle it was the only thing you would smell for a very long time. Cougarleap seemed subtle about the situation but on guard. Oakpaw immediately suspended his look and kept straight up, making himself look an guard too instead of unprepared. He was as good as everyone else, just not with the experiance. He fiannly took his gaze to Mottledscar, who was more then enlightened to give the situation in Eveningwinds paws. Being in her steps, he would accept it fully! But she didn't take that to well. Her reply stuck out like any other sarcastic reply, but it wasn't very nice considering there was a cat who didn't belong in the vicinity. At least she might not have been close enough to hear, maybe.

His eyes left them all and his gaze fell on the matted cat. She seemed to be in a pretty bad situation, and now with this he could get back to camp in enough time to start with training. In a way he was happy that the she-cat had been here. Sure in a matted condition, but when did he care? She didn't belong, and as far as he could tell she didn't like being here either. Something about her made her want to go back, but of course being in the state she was in she couldn't. Oh well, tough luck for her. The she-cat probably wasn't going to stay for long, maybe till the wounds were healed, but that was it. Thinking about this he couldn't wait to tell others about it.

[Dusk]

The confused mixture of emotions flying through the bi-colored tom was disorienting him. Part of his mind was angry; the protective warrior side of his mind snarled at Cougarleap to be wary and distrustful of the strange rogue. Rogues were always a danger, more so nowadays than ever. The idea of another cat wandering freely on his clan's territory chafed. Even so, the sight of the she-cat's belly, swollen as it was with kits, caused his mind to react with kindness. Instinct caused his heart to reach out in quiet sympathy to the stranger, Siv.

And then there was the blood. The thick, cloying scent of it clung to the inside of his nostrils. The smell triggered a reaction that made him imagine battle, something the warrior -regrettably- knew about all too well. The idea of a fight sent adrenaline coursing through his limbs, setting the already confused tom on edge. The tom resisted the urge to growl and shake his head as his body searched desperately for an outlet to release the newly formed energy. He glared in annoyance at Mottledscar, green eyes narrowing. Come on now, make a decision already you stupid furball. It's easy; attack or don't attack. Oh yes, the situation was making Cougarleap irritable.

When Eveningwind stepped in to give orders the tom didn't pose any resistance, so eager was he to do something. There was a moment where he simply stared at the senior warrior, but then he regathered his wits and snapped to. The tom tore his attention away from the turmoil of emotions working through him and looked down at his apprentice. "Let's go, he growled; reminding himself he had to keep track of Oakpaw as well. The younger tom had little battle experience on his paws, and he wasn't about to let the apprentice scout on his own. Whipping around to trot off into the trees; he made a mental note to get some battle training done with the apprentice starting tomorrow.

[raid]

SIV!
Hold me now...I'm 6 feet from the edge and I'm thinking...
Maybe 6 feet ain't so far down.


-.She heard what she had needed to hear. Siv was now in. Now it was her job to keep herself in the clan. It wouldn't be too hard for her to mesh and blend in. The rusty somali let her ears capture the she-cat's words. They were harsh, and the blood coursing through her veins began to boil. If the circumstances were different Siv would have let herself get her claws in the gray she. But it was something she could not. Siv was in no position to start a fight or even try and put herself in one. Reducing herself down to a vulnerable, weakened state was something that made her uneasy. As the signal was given to head back to where their camp was, Siv tried to push herself to a standing position. She was fairly certain it would require pushing herself to her limits. She would need to make herself not seem as weak as she really was if she expected to survive in this clan. It seemed that she had underestimated the cats. They weren't so soft and cuddly. So pretty and cute like those of other clans. This clan...was different.

Taking her first few paw-steps, she felt her body scream out. It was going to be a long walk back, a longer talk to get in, and a longer agonizing wait to get what she was after.

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MOTTLEDSCAR!
on his face is a map of the world.


-.back to camp


______OOC: uhm yea my muse went away steppy you wanna make the thread bringing her in?

[LYNX ♥]

xx closed,
this thread is finished!