You call us weak. Just you wait... [Open]

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    Hollypaw woke up. She had managed to sleep. She yawned and stretched, accidentally kicking Goldenpaw's face. Goldenpaw snuffled then yawned, and at seeing Hollypaw's paw in her face screamed. She screamed such an ear piercing screech it left Hollypaw's ears ringing. Dazed, Hollypaw rubbed her head. The whole clan had woken up and the kit's were wailing. Everyone turned to the apprentices den. Poisonpaw insisted on it being Hollypaw because they sounded similar. She rose her paws in the air. "...It-it wasn't me!" Goldenpaw backed out into the corner where no one could see her.

    Blacktail jumped up, his fur bristling. "What the fox dung was that?" He tried to make his fur lay down. He shook his head. "No going back to sleep now," he told himself. "I may ad well make myself useful and go hunting." Blacktail padded out of them camp, only glancing at what had been left of the fresh kill pile.


    Blacktail pounced onto the rabbit, biting into it's spine and killing it. He carried it back to camp, his head as low as his tail. He had been thinking the whole morning about what he should do about Shadowclan. Windclan was not weak, and the only way to prove it was a battle. He hated the idea, but he wasn't about to stand by and let his clan he insulted.


    Finally, he made it back to camp. It was his third trip, since he had caught a lot if prey. He decided to stop by and talk to Hollypaw.

    By the time he got back Hollypaw was in the leader's den.
    "Why did you do that?"
    "It wasn't me! I didn't do it!"
    "Really? That's what they all say. 'It wasn't me, I didn't do it.' Or In the rare cases when they say, 'It was me, but I didn't do it,' or in the extreme case when they say, 'It was me I did do it... BUT IT WASNT MEH."
    "...What?"
    "I said, 'Really? That's what they all say. 'It wasn't me-,"
    "I GET IT."
    "Well as punishment I forbid you from leaving camp."
    "WhAt? But it WAS me but I didn't do It!" Wait, what did I say? HOLY CRAP! "NO WAIT-"
    "HAH Now you are staying in the nursery the whole day. You are now a kit again."


    Raged, Hollypaw stormed to the apprentices den.


    Ooc: Leader stares into ur SOUL

    Haha


    Blacktail saw Hollypaw come out of the leader's den, looking upset. He rushed up to her and fell into step with the apprentice. "What's wrong?" He mewed in a hushed tone.

    Blacktail looked down, trying to figure something out. "Can you still hunt and patrol?" He asked. "You and I are the only ones who saw that Shadowclan filth leave by the woods, not the fields." He hissed in a whisper.

    "No I can't do ANYTHING," Hollypaw hissed, almost yelling. She sat back and covered her face with her paws, trying to shut herself up.

    Blacktail sighed. "You probably just caught the leader at a bad time. Maybe I could talk to him later?" He mewed, trying to cheer her up. "I'm sure the kits would love to play with you." He added, whiskers twitching.

    "I would like to also." He whispered to himself. He padded to the camp entrance, glancing behind him, the bolted out of camp. He slowed down and crouched along the side of the camp soundlessly, and crept to where the nursery den was. He clawed and hole in it, then poked his head inside.


    "Hollypaw! Come on!" He whispered, sensing her presence.

    Hollypaw smiled. i knew I could trust on you, she thought, then leaped through the hole, covering it back up with patches of leaves afterwards.

    Blacktail silently padded down the hill, his tail low. "If anyone asks, we are on a patrol." He whispered to her, then began trotting his way across the fields to the patch of woods that the shadowclanner had left through.

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    She likes whiskey with her water
    She starts dancing when the stars come out
    She ain’t your typical preacher’s daughter
    She’ll leave you dreamin’ yeah there ain’t no doubt


    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    A little bit of devil in her angel eyes


    Saturday night she’s rockin’ out by the bonfire
    Flirting from that tail gate and crankin’ up the dial
    Come Sunday mornin’ she’ll be singing with the choir
    Drivin’ me crazy with that kiss me smile


    There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide

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    Lalala


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    Willowkit peered out from the nursery, watching the two cats leave unexpectedly into the unknown, quietly narrowing her aqua luminaries in amusement. Now, where are those two off to? The she-kit glanced back at the sleeping queens, tiptoeing her way outside, before scurrying out through the entrance quickly. Now, I just have to follow their scent. The calico she-kit bounded off into the darkness, relying mostly on her sense of smell and sharp hearing to direct her into the direction the two were leading.

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    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes


    And I can’t stop wonderin’ what it would feel like, to hold her all night
    She’s got that something, that sexy innocence, she must be heaven sent


    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes


    There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    There’s a little bit of devil in her
    In those angel, in those angel eyes

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    Hollypaw trotted behind Blacktail silently, her paws making absolutely no sound. She nodded, then continued, her black paws falling on the healthy grass in rhythm. She occasionally stopped to look around, feeling uncomfortable in Windclan's open territory, full of fields that spreader far. They could be easily spotted.

    Blacktail leapt behind a bush that lined the little bit of woods. He motioned with his tail for the apprentice to do the same, then crouched down and watched the fields to make sure no cat had followed them. He sighed a breath of the fresh night air, and listened to the soft sounds of crickets chirping. He began to close his eyes, but a sudden scent hit him. His eyes flew open.


    "Hollypaw...someone has followed us." He hissed, now alert and scanning the fields.

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    She likes whiskey with her water
    She starts dancing when the stars come out
    She ain’t your typical preacher’s daughter
    She’ll leave you dreamin’ yeah there ain’t no doubt


    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    A little bit of devil in her angel eyes


    Saturday night she’s rockin’ out by the bonfire
    Flirting from that tail gate and crankin’ up the dial
    Come Sunday mornin’ she’ll be singing with the choir
    Drivin’ me crazy with that kiss me smile


    There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide

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    The she-kit pressed against the ground, the thick brush and other wild grasses providing amazing cover in the midst of the darkness. Her dark calico pelt also made it appear as if she was apart of the terrain, the kit slowly slinking forward as she continued to follow the two cat's scents. Willowkit paused for a moment when she heard the tom's voice disrupt the silent, pressing against the ground as she realized she had forgotten to cover her scent before leaving the camp. The she-kit hesitantly began to circle around from her current position, aiming to get downwind of the pair.

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    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes


    And I can’t stop wonderin’ what it would feel like, to hold her all night
    She’s got that something, that sexy innocence, she must be heaven sent


    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes


    There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    There’s a little bit of devil in her
    In those angel, in those angel eyes

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    Hollypaw crouched down with him. "You don't think I've noticed?" She just hadn't dared to speak in the silence they were engulfed in.

    Blacktail noticed a bit of movement in the grass, and he growled. He took a single bound out of the bush, the leapt into the air and aimed to land on the cat, not noticing that it was a kit in the darkness.

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    She likes whiskey with her water
    She starts dancing when the stars come out
    She ain’t your typical preacher’s daughter
    She’ll leave you dreamin’ yeah there ain’t no doubt


    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    A little bit of devil in her angel eyes


    Saturday night she’s rockin’ out by the bonfire
    Flirting from that tail gate and crankin’ up the dial
    Come Sunday mornin’ she’ll be singing with the choir
    Drivin’ me crazy with that kiss me smile


    There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide

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    The kit quickly bolted off to the left, avoiding the lunge all together with her agile mind and body being put to work. She quietly remarked,"Hey! Watch where you're attacking." Willow shook out her dirtied pelt, small particles of the turf dropping from her pelt that she had acquired during her rushed leap. The she-kit wasn't in the mood to actually play one of her ample tricks on the two, but she was, however, going to follow them, no matter their protests.

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    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes


    And I can’t stop wonderin’ what it would feel like, to hold her all night
    She’s got that something, that sexy innocence, she must be heaven sent


    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes


    There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes
    She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
    Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
    There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
    There’s a little bit of devil in her
    In those angel, in those angel eyes

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