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    The she-cat sprang from the tree, claws extended, and landed on the foxes face. Hissing and biting, Littlemouse gouged at the foxes eyes and nose, in hopes of impairing the creature. The fox barked loudly, thrashing about in an attempt to throw either Blazerun or Littlemouse off of it. In all the thrashing, the she-cats claws dug into the side of the creatures throat, making a decent sized wound that could potentially kill it. Leaping off the foxes head, Littlemouse began nipping at the animals paws while the fox was weakly snapping its jaws close to Blazerun's face in a feeble attempt tried to fight the tom off of its hindquarters.




    Blazerun hissed, the fox and him in a battle, both trying their best not to get their heads ripped off by the other. He finally took the fatal risk of ducking and sinking his teeth into the fox's neck. He could feel the edge of the fox's fangs scraping dangerously close to his eyes, but luckily not close enough. The fox whimpered and collapsed, shaking weakly on the ground. Leaping off it, he stared at it for a moment before turning to Littlemouse. "Great job; you did excellent!" He purred, his eyes shining as he began to groom his new scars.

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    Panting heavily, the little she-cat nodded at Blazerun's comment. Her adrenaline was starting to ebb away and she could feel the pin-pricks of pain that was coming from her tail. Looking behind her, the she-cat noticed that through the blood matted fur, she was missing a little bit of the tip of her tail. Checking the rest of her body, she was relieved to find there seemed to be no other injuries but her fur was covered in both fox and her own blood and some dirt.
    "You didn't do so bad yourself." She finally managed to meow to the tom standing before her.




    Blazerun smiled, his amber gaze brightening. Then he noticed her wound and frowned. "Let's get back to camp. We all need to get fixed up by Silvermoon." He glanced back at the corpses of the foxes before beginning to slowly lead the others south, back to camp.

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    Littlemouse dropped her gaze to the corpses of the foxes when Blazerun smiled at her. She wasn't quite sure how to respond to the tom so instead she resorted to silence. Nodding, the tiny she-cat followed closely behind Blazerun and Coldgaze, the stinging pain in her tail getting stronger with every step.




    "Everyone keeping up?" Blazerun asked, glancing behind him. Wincing, he felt a sharp stinging pain in his neck from the long scar there. He had almost forgot about it. Then he noticed Littlemouse limping. "You okay?" He asked gently, dropping back to walk beside her. He had heard that tail wounds could affect a cat's balance, so it was important for the warrior to be treated swiftly.


    ((*still partying in corner* FANGIRLS UNITE))

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    "Ah, don't worry about me. I'll be fine." The she-cat murmered queitly, looking up at the tom. She could just barely see the long scratch on Blazerun's neck as they walked. "But what about you? Is your neck alright?" Littlemouse's deep blue eyes clouded witch concern as she continued to look up at the wound on his neck.




    ooc;; woo!

    He frowned slightly in concern before turning his head, hiding his neck from her view. "It's fine." There was silence for a few moments. "So, how do you think the clan is going? With Shatteredstar being leader, and all," he asked, wondering if she approved how things were now in clan life.

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    Littlemouse walked in silence for a moment, unsure of how to answer him. "I think Shatteredstar is going to lead the clan to greatness." She meowed confidently, her eyes lighting up with happiness. "I think she'll do just fine and that the other cats need to just give her a chance."




    Blazerun gave out an almost unaudible purr, content with her answer. "Me too. I'm just worried that some toms won't accept her; I heard Mudnose and Clawscrape plotting against her the other nigh," he stated nervously. He didn't want to make Littlemouse hate toms even more than she already did, but he had to tell someone about his fears. "I think we should keep a close eye on those two, just incase."

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    The she-cat narrowed her eyes, a low growl rippling through her little body. "Yes, it may be best to do so." As they neared the camp entrance, Littlemouse looked around for signs of anyone else outside the territory but it seemed to be void of any cats other than herself and the toms. "I wonder why nobody else is outside?"




    ooc;; Camp thread now?




    Blazerun shrugged. "Most of the toms are lazy now; they won't obey Shatterdstar's leadership." He sighed. "We'll need to find a way to fix that. But even though, I would have expected one or two cats out hunting." Shrugging uselessly, he sighed once more before entering camp.


    ((Yap.))

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    The she-cat was a blur as she raced around the trees, her paws barely making noise as they danced over the earth. The smell of birds filled her body as she tried to locate where they were hiding. Stopping short, Littlemouse leaned against the tree closest to her as she panted heavily. A flutter of wings caught her attention and her blue eyes narrowed in on the feather creature that sat upon a branch in the tree right next to hers. Their branches seemed to intertwine a bit which made it even easier to sneak up on her prey. Her mouth began to water as she shuffled up the looming tree, her claws digging into the coarse bark. But once Littlemouse had reached the top, she realized that the branches, in fact, did not intertwine like she thought. There was a medium sized gap that separated her from her delicious feathered friend. Taking a leap of faith, the tiny she-cat jumped.
    And missed.
    Paws scrambled wildly to grip onto anything as she plummeted to the gravely dirt below, snapping branches as she fell. Twisting so she could land on her feet, the she-cat screeched as branches cut into the soft flesh of her now exposed belly. Spreading her limbs as best she could, Littlemouse braced herself for the hard earth that was fast approaching.
    The small she-cat landed hard but luckily on some soft grass, though it didn't really do much but cushion her fall a little bit. Dizzy and in excruciating pain, Littlemouse stumbled forward, only to be greeted with more searing pain coming from her newly dislocated shoulder. She collapsed with a weak mewl, curling into a ball next to the tree.




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    IC: Coldgaze walked up, sighing. "Reckless." He gently hoisted her up onto his shoulders.


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    "No matter how hard things get, I'll always give it every last breath to help protect my clan."
    Bramblestrike; Ashclan
    "Hawkfrost! I ... I didn't want this."
    Brambleclaw; Thunderclan
    "We will meet again, my brother. This is not over yet."
    Hawkfrost; Riverclan/Dark Forest
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    Now I don't believe men are born to be killers.
    I dont believe the world can't be saved.
    How did you get here and when did it start?
    An innocent child, with a thorn in his heart.
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    Unable to focus on what was going on at the moment, Littlemouse bit down on Coldgaze's ear. "I don't need your help!" She screeched, half due to anger and half due to pain.
    Sliding off his back, the she-cat hit the ground and yowled as her shoulder made contact with a large tree root. Pain was blurring her vision, making it hard to distinguish who was trying to help her. The tiny she-cat leapt to her feet ungracefully and wobbled around a bit before taking a few baby steps towards what she thought was the direction of the camp. The various wounds she had littering her body were beginning to mat her fur with the copious amounts of blood that was starting to drip out of them.




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    It was ridiculous! A female as a leader? It was nothing but a joke. There was no way Starclan would have wanted a female to lead the Clan. Everyone knew she-cats had no backbone; they were all driven by emotions, and emotions always got everyone into trouble. The tom snorted as he pressed forward. He had left camp early that morning, long before Shattereddream- no, Shatteredstar now- returned from her journey to the Great Tree. He gave himself a shake as he grumbled to himself.


    There was no real reason for him to be out of the camp. It wasn't like he was going to hunt or anything. After all, that's what the she-cats were for. And there weren't any battles going on for him to show off his brute strength. He could have slept the day away if he really wanted to, but he didn't want to be in the camp when the she-cat returned. The last thing he wanted was for her to start barking orders at him, as if he would ever listen to her anyway.


    He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard something going on in the distance. Jaggedpelt paused mid-step, ears perked as he listened. Someone was bickering about something. He gave the air a curious sniff, detecting traces of blood in the air. Fresh blood. Without giving it any thought he turned and followed the sounds, stopping beside a tree as he found himself looking at two of his clanmates, Littlemouse and Coldgaze. The tip of his tail twitched as he surveyed Littlemouse's condition. "What's going on here?" he meowed, not really too concerned about the wounded she-cat.
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    "Nothing for you to be worried about." The little she-cat snapped at Jaggedpelt as she stumbled forward. She shot Coldgaze a look before practically dragging herself forward towards the camp entrance. Her vision was clearing up but the pain was never ending. Her shoulder was definitely dislocated and it felt as if a rib or two broke in the fall but broken bones can heal. She was worried about the multiple puncture wounds on her side and why her right eye was cloudier than her left. Gritting her teeth, Littlemouse tried to take another step forward only to stumble on some pebbles and fall on her face.




    Blazerun sighed hopelessly after he had exited the camp and ran for a couple of minutes. He could scent blood to his left, and Mudnose and Clawscrape to his right. He knew that if he chose the left path he would lose the two mutts, but if he chose the right path someone might be in danger. Deepening his senses, he took another sniff, his maw hanging slightly open. Littlemouse, Coldgaze and Jaggedpelt were to his left. Littlemouse smelt like blood and for a moment a deep pit of anxiety settled in his stomach. Snapping out of his daze, he decided that their clanmates wouldn't hurt one another, and began to race along the right path. Honestly, he wasn't the best at tracking cats, but if he didn't the two traitors might be doing something troublesome.

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    Littlemouse stood once more, growling at herself. She could only blame herself for this mess. The sounds of something coming towards them echoed among the trees as she whipped her head around trying to pinpoint what direction they were coming from. Fearing that it was another fox, the she-cat bristled her fur to the best of her ability, shifting her weight to once side so she could take the pressure off her right paw. Digging her unsheathed claws into the dirt, Littlemouse braced herself for whatever was coming towards her and the two toms.




    Blazerun burst through the bushes, suddenly freezing when he saw three stunned looking cats in front of him. Oh. Wrong path. Shuffling his paws sheepishly, he dipped his head in embarrassment, mumbling a 'sorry'. Lifting his head, his eyes widened when he saw Littlemouse beaten up with cuts and wounds. "What happened?" He asked worriedly, bounding over to help her when he stopped, almost forgetting that she hated toms. Well, she did have a right to. "Are you alright?"