Raid! [DP, open]

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    Heavenpaw
    Heavenpaw let out a huge sigh. "Sunclan came out victorious after all," She said. She then remembered about Flarepaw! She looked around and couldn't spot her. "Where is Flarepaw?!"

    >The battle is over. And please don't play NPC Death Priders.


    Mufasa turned to Storm. "ThunderClanner. Don't tell me what to do on my own land," the deputy snapped, enraged. "Why are you meddling in our affairs?" The big Maine Coon's fur was fluffed out.

    "Whoa, Mufasa, chill." Ellen padded over, her mouth still twisted into a growl. "Enemy of my enemy is my friend an' all that." She sniffed, nose wrinkling in distaste. "Even if it's a ThunderClanner, I guess."

    Rotan-Redom moved forward to Storm, amber eyes glinting. The seventy pound lynx was obviously not the right cat to trifle with one on one, but the large eurasian didn't seem poised to swipe.


    "I will escort you home."


    Rotan glanced sidelong at Ellen, waiting for dismissal. Thunderclanner or not, he'd helped in battle, and walking alone the entire way back to Thunderclan was dangerous.

    Bramblepaw looked for his mentor. "Did I do well?" he asked when he found him. Bramblepaw was bleeding from a shoulder wound, but other than that he was OK.

    Mufasa turned to Ellen. "Sorry. I'm just being cautious. He could be sent here to spy. They could attack while we're still recovering."

    "What code? If everyone lived by the code, then there wouldn't be any of these stupid wars during leaf-bare!" Kasa growled under her breath.

    "There is more to the code than winning and losing, spying and so forth," murmured the lynx in his typical, low, rich, grumbling timbre. He did not observe the small cat code, though some of the aspects - such as honour - suited him just fine. Besides, from what he'd been told, Sunclan wasn't entirely fixed on obeying the code either.


    The large wildcat began padding toward Thunderclan. He'd travelled many moons and knew the general direction of the debatably largest clan, though Storm would have to guide the way.

    Frostpaw flinched as she overheard Storm and Mufasa fight amogst themselves.
    "Storm is a thunderclanner?" she asked, all confused. When would all this mistakening stop? And why was there a Thunderclanner here?

    Storm heard Frostpaw, "The reason I was here is because I'm on a little journey. I heard the fighting and decided to watch. Realizing it was deathpride, I decided to allied with the Sunclan."

    Falconpaw looked around in pain. His leg hung limp, but he manged to keep it above the ground. He thought since it had stopped bleeding it was fine, but he felt pain flowing through it. He was also dizzy, but he tried to listen to the other cats around him.