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From Darkness We Rise, Chiiild.
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1704753.new#new

Your welcome.

<Jumps out of broken window>

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The war has begun, everyone. Sorry I am so late getting on. Skyrim; why are you so addictive xD But I'm here now. We haven't been called to arms quite yet, but for those on please keep an eye out for when I say we've been summoned c:

I won't say yet, afterall, Ravens Reach could turn on the both of you. So its a secret c;
Gotta keep it dramatic somehow, no?

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ᴀɪɴᴇ | ᴋᴀʀɪ
Aine left her den to appear in front of her Faction, "Everyone, be ready to run into battle. I do not know whom we are fighting, or the strength they may, but no matter what happens I will not let any of you die, even at the cost of my own life." She hissed, her fur was bristling, whether that was from anger or fear couldn't be determined.
Kari picked up the small kit, and hurried him back into the nursery with the rabbit. "You must stay here, no matter what happens, alright?" He told him seriously, though worry shone in his eyes. He gave the kit's head a quick lick before hurrying down to prepare.

The war has ended, and though we have not lost anyone fully, our Heir Aine is nearly dead. Because they are not like the Clan cats, the leaders are for this Faction are not granted 9 lives, only two.
Aine may die.

Thank you to all of you that helped with this war.

I'm so sorry everyone. It all happened very quickly, and I'm sorry some of you couldn't be there for it... I blame myself for this, and I hope you can all forgive me.

We took the shooters side, and a recap.. oh geeze, well;

The Faction awoke to discover that many of them had a similar dream about war, death and blood, and it had been reoccurring for the Heir; Aine. Most of the cats didn't understand the meaning about it before Aine discovered the shooters were going to 'war'. The cats had begun to prepare for war, and that's more or less where we left off.

We're going to continue the roleplay as if the war happened and such. Aine is badly injured, though will recovered. The war really didn't last long, a lot faster than I had expected.. But we've just left off there.

(sorry I took so long to respond)

ᴀɪɴᴇ
Shakily, she exited the den, many scratches traced along the once clean pelt that shielded the muscle underneath. Along the left side of her face, her eye was closed. An ugly scar easily seen from afar that rendered her eye mostly useless when it came to sight.
She went over to the freshkill pile at a slow pace, each paw-step difficult for the Heir. She stopped half-way, already seemingly exhausted but forced herself to continue. She needed to be strong for her Clan, show them she wasn't dying that easily.

ᴋᴀʀɪ
The tom was no where to be seen since he dragged Aine's body into camp a few days ago. He had stayed away from camp, slept on the forest floor, and lost in thought constantly. Having seen Aine in such a state... It changed the tom, warped his mind.
Giving his head a shake he turned, walking into camp slowly. His eyes carried a dazed appearance as he went straight to his den, ignoring what was happening 'round him as he curled up in the small hole.