Post by Paradox on Mar 3, 2007 20:19:58 GMT -5
“Go ahead, Redfur, tell them what you’ve seen this past moon.”
A heavyset orange colored Thunderclan warrior stepped closer to the leaders, head held high and face expressionless. His blue-green orbs held hatred in them.
“At least eight times, I’ve had to gather a patrol and chase out rouges. They’ve been fighting back lately, too.” At that, he stuck out his hind leg, where a chunk of thick fur had been ripped out, revealing a scarring bitemark.
“Is that enough for you three?” The leader snapped, turning to the other clan leaders, “Other than Redfur, I’ve had two warriors and two apprentices injured while on patrol. What now?”
The Riverclan, Windclan, and Shadow clan leaders remained silent, and their expressions say the same: ‘it wasn’t me!’
“Something has got to be done,” Brokenstar snapped, ears plastered against her head, “This needs to end, now. I’m not willing to risk anymore warriors. Anyone else seen on our territory will be attacked without questioning.” The Thunderclan leader glared through slitted eyes in the direction of Hauntstar.
Everyone could see a billowy puff of cloud headed towards the luminous full moon. Would Starclan help in time?
In response, the she-cat shook her head and took a cautious step towards Brokenstar, claws unsheathed.
“Are you telling me you blame Shadowclan for this? This problem involves rouges, not my cats.”
“…Rouges, exactally. We’re not stupid Hauntstar. We know what goes on beyond our borders, you know.”
The shadow clan leader hissed and crouched, ready to pounce.
At that moment, a distant howling echoed throughout the hollow and towards the gathered cats. Following it came a cluster of five thunderclan cats, some of which were bleeding. A small tabby and a white apprentice stepped forward, faces twisted into a look of pure terror.
“T-they’ve come back, Brokenstar! The rouges! They’re back at camp! We need help!”
All hell broke loose then. Cats from all clans scattered, claws flew and there wasn’t anything anyone could do to stop them. The clan leaders froze in place for only a moment, then jumped into the crowd, ready to fight for their clan.
Paradox smirked, and with the mere flicker of her tail, summoned her followers and herded them through the underbrush and towards Thunderclan camp. As soon as they were far enough away to pause, she stopped them, circling around them with silent pawsteps.
“Everyone for themselves, right?” She cackled, and without a second glance, barreled over the hillside and down to make her kill.
Enter SCW
A heavyset orange colored Thunderclan warrior stepped closer to the leaders, head held high and face expressionless. His blue-green orbs held hatred in them.
“At least eight times, I’ve had to gather a patrol and chase out rouges. They’ve been fighting back lately, too.” At that, he stuck out his hind leg, where a chunk of thick fur had been ripped out, revealing a scarring bitemark.
“Is that enough for you three?” The leader snapped, turning to the other clan leaders, “Other than Redfur, I’ve had two warriors and two apprentices injured while on patrol. What now?”
The Riverclan, Windclan, and Shadow clan leaders remained silent, and their expressions say the same: ‘it wasn’t me!’
“Something has got to be done,” Brokenstar snapped, ears plastered against her head, “This needs to end, now. I’m not willing to risk anymore warriors. Anyone else seen on our territory will be attacked without questioning.” The Thunderclan leader glared through slitted eyes in the direction of Hauntstar.
Everyone could see a billowy puff of cloud headed towards the luminous full moon. Would Starclan help in time?
In response, the she-cat shook her head and took a cautious step towards Brokenstar, claws unsheathed.
“Are you telling me you blame Shadowclan for this? This problem involves rouges, not my cats.”
“…Rouges, exactally. We’re not stupid Hauntstar. We know what goes on beyond our borders, you know.”
The shadow clan leader hissed and crouched, ready to pounce.
At that moment, a distant howling echoed throughout the hollow and towards the gathered cats. Following it came a cluster of five thunderclan cats, some of which were bleeding. A small tabby and a white apprentice stepped forward, faces twisted into a look of pure terror.
“T-they’ve come back, Brokenstar! The rouges! They’re back at camp! We need help!”
All hell broke loose then. Cats from all clans scattered, claws flew and there wasn’t anything anyone could do to stop them. The clan leaders froze in place for only a moment, then jumped into the crowd, ready to fight for their clan.
Paradox smirked, and with the mere flicker of her tail, summoned her followers and herded them through the underbrush and towards Thunderclan camp. As soon as they were far enough away to pause, she stopped them, circling around them with silent pawsteps.
“Everyone for themselves, right?” She cackled, and without a second glance, barreled over the hillside and down to make her kill.
Enter SCW