~Willowclan Role-Play~

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    OOC: A cat attacked Hawkcry, our deputy, and tried to kill him when he was out on a hunting patrol. We've decided a cat with that sort of skill and grudge must be in the clan. So we're looking for a traitor. Most think it's Greyhawk because he's hated Hawkcry since day one. But no roleplayer actually even knows what cat it was except me and Hawkcry's.

    IC:; Mudpelt nervously watched as the cats began to leave. She kept her eyes trained on the medicine cat's den hoping to see someone go in.

    IC::
    Duststorm looked up at the now darkening sky(?) and sighed.


    Thunderheart's gaze locked with the leader's for a few seconds before she jumped down from the branch. The thunder colored tom's tail waved, barely grazing the ground.

    The day is beginning to end, the clouds partially covering the moon, Cinderstar watched as they moved. "Are you okay, Hawkcry?" She said, curling up next to him. "Maybe tomorrow we'll figure this out." She said. She couldn't sleep, she would likely be up all night watching the deputy.

    IC::
    The dusty she-cat stood up, knowing she should get some rest, then padded into the den. She curled up in her nest, her mind clouded with endless questions.


    Thunderheart stayed out instead of following the crowd of cats. He padded over to the more elevated part of camp, watching the sun as it set.

    IC:; Mudpelt silently padded over to a small gap in the roots that surrounded the warriors den; this was her secret entrence. She quickly slipped inside. She circled her best once or twice before settling quietly down. Mudpelt lay down but as usual she was so nervous she couldn't sleep. Her ears were perked listening for anything and everything.

    Once Cendarstar called the meeting to an end, Hawkcry slowly walked back into the den. He felt his head throb with every paw step and decided he should rest more. The tom laid down in his neat when his leader came in. He yawned but nodded to her suggestion. The deputy, even though he had slept for probably hours, felt tired and laid his head down to sleep.


    Sparklesong got up, flexing her claws. She was angry, and she needed to get it out of her system. She looked around the camp before padding out of the camp, taking off at a run through the trees.


    As the meeting ended, Spiritpaw looked around, watching his mother run out of the camp. He figured she needed to let off steam. The timid cat shrugged his shoulders and found somewhere to lay and groom himself, not seeing his mentor anywhere in sight.

    Addertail smiled at Spiritpaw. Great cat. He thought. He felt a wind a Sparklesong zipped past him out of the camp. He trotted after her, to make sure she was alright. "Sparklesong." He called, he was worried about her a lot.

    IC::
    Duststorm looked up at her clanmates once again from her nest, then closed her eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.


    Thunderheart watched with no expression on his face, the sun was half-way down already. His thunder-colored fur looked light true electricity with the light hitting it directly, and at this moment he was living up to his name. He didn't even bother to look behind himself when he heard voices - nothing could or would spoil this moment for him.

    Sparklesong skidded to a halt at the waters edge. She turned to look at him."I'm okay...I'm just so angry. Who could do this to our deputy? It's just so messed up, and it gets under my fur!" She snarled, sinking her claws deep into the ground."As soon as I find out who it is I won't give them mercy." She said, staring up at the sky with anger."That's a promise."


    Ooc: I have an idea of who did it! ^-^

    Ooc: Hmmmm we'll see.


    "Everyone deserves mercy, Sparklesong." Addertail was quiet as he approached her, knowing she was angry. He sat next to her and curled his tail around his paws. "Would you like to do something to release the anger? We can go hunt." He kept his voice low, allowing her to hear but not have to listen, if she didn't want to.

    OOC::
    I have no idea who it is, but you've caught my attention.


    IC::
    Thunderheart's ears flicked and he wrapped his tail around his paws, knowing that he would be here for a while.

    Mudpelt became bored just sitting there so she quickly padded out of the den. She sat back in the shadows and waited, watching. She watched as Thunderheart sat majestically above her and to where Spiritpaw lay grooming himself. She lay down and huffed wishing someone would do something with her. 'Course she was too shy to make friends or go up to any one.

    OOC::
    Yes. Majestic.
    Thunderfart: Bow down to me minions.


    IC::
    Thunderheart yawned, showing several pointed teeth.

    Sorry if I'm inactive. I have a really bad cold.


    TawnyFlower pawed at her stock of herbs. She was running low and decided it would be best to look for herbs in the morning. Stretching her tired legs, the cream and ginger tabby stretched her jaw in a yawn. She padded out of her den and looked around.


    RavenSong made her way back to the nursery and sat down in front of it. Licking a small black paw, she rubbed her ears a few times.


    Ashpaw bounced around his sister. He was feeling energised and wished he could go hunting. The Tom finally settled down next to his sister and started to groom his fur.


    Dreampaw watched her brother jump around. Rolling her single eyes, she started to groom her pale, ash grey fur. Making long, soft strokes against her soft fur.


    ThornClaw padded into camp with his sister. In his jaw was a sparrow and a rabbit. He placed the prey on the fresh kill pile. Sitting down, he stretched his front legs.


    StartledFeather followed her brother into camp. His her jaw was a measly little bird. She set it down on the pile and sat down next to her brother. She was a lot weaker compared to her littermate.

    Ooc: *realizes I have a queen named Whitebird* ain't that some swig, i should probs keep her from dying.


    Whitebird nodded her head at Ravensong. "I don't have much time left until these kits join us." She smiled, licking her stomach. "I bet you're just as excited as I am." She squeaked with glee.


    Cedarstar's paw twitched as she began to fall asleep. No, I must stay awake. She sat back up straight. Trying to keep herself awake as watch for Hawkcry.

    RavenSong nodded. "I am, but at the same time nervous" she mewed. She dug her sharp claws into the moist ground under her paws. Her ears twitched. Her unnatural silver eyes gazed at the other queen.