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    Snowstorm smiled and remembered that he needed to look for herbs for Kipcha. He looked around for Silverpaw, hoping maybe she could lend an extra pair of paws, but didn't see her anywhere around camp. He shrugged and padded over to Silverfeather. "Sorry to bother you again," he said, shuffling his paws. "You seem to be the only one around who's not preoccupied with something. Would you like to help me look for herbs? Kipcha was wounded earlier and I want to make sure it doesn't get infected. She also has to eat certain types of strengthening herbs to make up from the nutrients because of her strict diet."


    OOC: Does Emberclan have a med. cat?.3.

    OOC: yes but she's never on...so if some cat gets hurt I have to say and the medicne cat helped the cat with herbs...and stuff like that... ;)
    IC: SilverFeather looked up. " Sure!....we can ask our medicine cat if she has the herbs if you want....then if she doesn't have them we can go look...is that fine with you?" She asked standing up.

    OOC: Well if necessary, Snowstorm can be kind of a temp x3


    IC: Snowstorm shuffled his paws. "I'm sorry, I'd rather actually just go look for them." He knew that the medicine cat would have none; the plants he needed were very rare, and no cat knew the location of them. Kipcha had led him to the mysterious plants shortly after he'd met her, when he hadn't eaten for days. The flower, called a Bluray, could make a cat feel as if they'd just eaten three full meals. It was great in times of battle or during the harsh winter times.

    Snowstorm nodded and bounded out of camp. He followed the stream for a very long time, until it began to thin out. "Okay, you see those large boulders in the distance?" He motioned to large grey rocks jutting into the sky. "We have to get over those. Are you up for that?"

    SilverFeather raced after him. As they neared the boulders, and he asked her if she was up for it she rep
    Ied teasingly " Of course mousebrain! I came along to help...and that's what I intend to do."

    Snowstorm grinned and raced forward. When he came to the first boulder, he dug his claws into deep crevices on the sides of it and began to pull himself up. "Make sure to get a good paw hold," he called to Silverfeather. "I almost broke my leg on these boulders once." He continued climbing until he'd made it over the first boulder, and did the same for the others, until he was standing in a barren clearing, surrounded by the boulders. "You alright up there?" He called to Silverfeather.

    SilverFeather copied SnowStorm, and replied jokingly after he said he almost broke his leg. " Well that gives me good thoughts!" She almost slipped, but regained her balance. She climbed untill she was standing by SnowStorm. " Just fine!...though mind you I'd rather be sleeping." she joked. " Now which way?"

    Snowstorm stared at his paws; he didn't smile or laugh. Instead he looked up at her, a grim expression on his face. Minutes of silence passed between them until he whispered, "We're here." Growling erupted from all around them, so loud it sounded as if thunder was rumbling across the sky.

    SilverFeather bristled, and looked around her claws unsheathed. " What's that?" she hissed to SnowStorm.

    He looked away. "There are a few things you should know about me," he murmered. He looked up at her, grinning now, in a psychotic way. He padded up to her, his fur brushing against hers. "First of all, I'm not Snowstorm. You can call me Cyr." Two large red foxes padded behind him, growling. "Second, that stupid little apprentice is not my sister. She's got it all wrong." He rolled his eyes. "Who she thought was her precious Snowstorm walking in the forest that night was me, not him." He walked away from her, standing beside the foxes.

    SilverFeather's eyes stretched wide. " I'll call you fox-dung that's what I'll call you!" she spat. Then she thought about Kipcha....in the camp! She had to get back! She started for the boulders.

    Cyr rolled his eyes. "There's no use in running!" He called. As if on cue, a large Celtic fox who had to be the size of a dog jumped clear over a boulder and landed in front of Silverfeather, snarling viciously. "And you don't have to worry about Kipcha," he said, as if reading her mind. "In fact, these guys are all after her. She's the good one out of the bunch." He sighed. "Pity I had to silence her. She had quite a soothing voice. But I couldn't have her running that big mouth of hers when she found out I wasn't Snowstorm."


    OOC: Oooh plot twist =O

    Cyr chuckled, closing the space between the two of them. "Simple," he whispered into her ear. "You hand Kipcha over to them and go along on your merry way," he motioned to the foxes behind him. "Or," he took a step backward, staring at her. "They kill you instead." He said simply.

    SilverFeather hissed. " Well fox-dung it seems you have a good plan...but I will not hand her over." she growled, her pale green eyes smoldering.

    Cyr smiled, his gaze burning into hers. "You're a little more mousebrained than you make yourself out to be," he said. "There's no one around." He said, pacing. "Foxes are surrounding these boulders; you can't escape; however," he grinned, a sinister expression. "However, for a small price, you can walk away with your life." He towered over her, smiling. "She's only one fox," he whispered. "You don't even know her." He realized that Silverfeather would not give in easily and began to grow irritated. "You wouldn't want us to take her by force, now would you?" He growled. "Think about Sparkfeather...Hawkclaw...Savorypaw...Shadowpaw...Silverpaw...Flamepaw..." He said. "All of them will die."He sat down, laying his tail over his paws. "Now, are you gonna be selfish and let your whole clan die for one fox? Or are you gonna hand her over?"

    Cyr narrowed his eyes. "Why?" He spat.