When Pigs Fly! [Open]

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    Honeybreeze darted in to camp with a branch clamped firmly in her jaws. It still had leaves attached and the she-cat couldn't really remember why she'd picked it up in the first place. Dropping it on the fresh-kill pile, she wondered if it was time for a clan meeting. Probably not, she couldn't be bothered with that right now.


    With wide eyes, the light ginger warrior glanced around the camp. Her mother, Riversoul, was sitting not too far away, watching Honeybreeze with obvious pity. Honeybreeze ignored her and looked around for a trustworthy warrior to hang out with. Sparkstar's company was the best, but she could settle with someone else.


    The mad she-cat sat down by the fresh-kill pile and stared intently in to it. "It's moving!" She suddenly yowled, jumping back, her fur standing on end in panic. "It's alive! Someone help!" Fresh-kill was supposed to be dead!

    Over by the apprentice's den the young and pretty snowshoe she-cat looked over in puzzlement at Honeybreeze.Truly that cat had gone crazy right?! Sweetpaw was weirded out by the couple.She knew very well Crystalstar was leader and her own mentor was the deputy.Do they have bees in their brains?! thought the she-cat.

    "Lollypaw!" Honeybreeze screeched as the white apprentice came in to view. With a couple of clumsy leaps, the warrior stood in front of the younger cat, the panic evident on her easy-to-read face. "There's something living in the fresh-kill pile." With a vigorous nod, she jerked her head toward the pile of prey and slapped her tail over Sweetpaw's mouth. "Shh..."

    "I'm NOT Lollypaw, get it through your head already.My name is Sweetpaw!"growled the snowshoe she-cat in annoyance.The 7 moon old apprentice's caramel brown and chocolate and white coat fluffed up, clearly angered.Her slate-blue eyes were no different, sparking with annoyance.It's confirmed, she is nuts! thought Sweetpaw."There is nothing alive in that pile, you got bees in your brain if you think that!"snorted Sweetpaw.

    Honeybreeze scoffed. "Sweetpaw, Lollypaw, it's all the same." Flicking her tail dismissively, she looked back toward the fresh-kill pile. There was something moving in there, Honeybreeze was sure of it. Sucking in a breath so that her chest was sticking out, she marched forward. "Sparkstar would believe me. In fact, any loyal cat would believe me. Fine, maybe I just won't make you a warrior, nor your little boyfriends!" Sticking out her tongue, the she-cat crouched down, ready to atrtack the bits of prey.

    Mistpelt came running out of the Warriors' den when she heard someone scream, "It's alive!" She looked around wildly and spotted Honeybreeze crouched by the fresh kill pile staring at it like it was some evil spirit. Cautiously Mistpelt crept up beside her and sat down. "What's all the fuss abo--" she started to ask but stopped when the fresh kill pile started jiggling around. "What's up with that?!" she exclaimed as her eyes widened. She carefully stuck out a paw and prodded the pile, which made whatever there was inside move around more and suddenly a mouse flew off of the pile and landed a few taillengths away. It was dead. Horrified, Mistpelt went over to it and sniffed it. The mouse smelled weird, not like any other dead mouse she had ever come across. She turned back to Honeybreeze and called, "Do you see what's in there?"

    Sparkstep was sleeping on top of the High Rock when he heard Honeystar's voice near the fresh-kill pile. The brown tabby rolled over onto his belly, ears pricked with curiosity. "What? Something's living in the fresh-kill pile?!" He leaped down from his perch and charged towards the pile.


    Unfortunately, he didn't give himself time to stop, and smacked right into the pile, sending dead animals flying everywhere. "Don't worry, I'll kill it!" he yowled heroically, slashing at every body that he could see. "I can handle this!"

    Hawkears padded dully out of the warriors den. She didn't care what anyone said, she couldn't take it anymore. Seeing the scene at the freshkill pile unfold infront of her, she padded meekly to Honeybreeze. "What's going on here?" She mewed, her shoulder's sagging in obvious sadness.


    Seeing fresh kill flying everywhere, she chose one for her self, it had Sparkstep's scent on it. She carryied it back to her, and mewed, "Want some?" She said this while she watched Sparkstep yelling about something or rather. She listened, but the words didn't quite reach her brain. Instead of sounding like a near by voice, it sounded like a faraway cry.

    Lovekit padded out of the nursery to go get some freshkill. It was breakfast time! Arriving outside she saw a cat attacking the freshkill. Yes--she didn't think she'd ever see those words flash through her own head, much less witness the spectacle.


    The fluffy white kit of five moons stopped and stared, with her mouth open. "...What are you DOING?"


    Benniejet came outside too, not far behind her kit, not to really watch her--Lovekit could manage herself in camp just fine--but to quench her own morning appetite. Staring at Sparkstep the same as her daugher was, she sighed and asked, "Didn't your mother teach you not to play with your food?"

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    Wrathbane had just returned to camp after his training with Phoenixpaw. "Oh StarClan," he sighed as soon as he saw Sparkstep and Honeybreeze. "Just as I was beginning to have a good day, too." He rolled his eyes.


    Sparkstep lifted his head, shaking away a mouse that had managed to find a perch between his ears. "There's something alive in there, according t'Honeystar," he explained. "I'm trying to kill it." He continued to sift through the various pieces of prey, scrambling them out even more.

    "Get it through your head, you are not deputy.My mentor, Nightclaw is!"snapped Sweetpaw.Normally the young snowshoe she-cat was very sweet and kind like her name said.But was loosing her temper right now.At seeing what Sparkstep was doing she couldn't help but let her mouth hang open in shock.He's destroying all our hard work!Oh man, now I have to go hunt again for the entire day! thought Sweetpaw with a groan.

    "Who's Nightclaw?" Sparkstep mewed, tilting his head. "Never heard of him. And I'm not a deputy, I already knew that." A bout of laughter escaped his throat, changing pitch several times before he managed to quiet down. "I'm SparkSTAR, remember? Honeystar said so." He grinned lovingly over at the co-leader. At least she was on his side.

    "There can only be one leader."snorted Sweetpaw."And your wasting all our hard work! I bruised myself up pretty bad hunting yesterday, a crow kept pecking at me!"groaned Sweetpaw.This was really getting on her nerves.

    "Says you," Sparkstep replied sharply, rolling his eyes. "StarClan gave Honeystar and I both nine lives. That makes us both leaders, now doesn't it?" He tilted his head a little too far to the side, an owlish look on his face.


    "And I am not ruining anything! I'm trying to kill it!" He still didn't know what "it" was, but Honeystar had said something was there, and he intended to get it.

    "Did you go to the moonstone." Benniejet wasn't even sure now whether he'd be able to give her a straight answer if he'd tried. But she wanted to try and talk this through with him, if she possibly could.


    Lovekit, meanwhile, had retrieved a rather well-thrown red squirrel and was making that her breakfast. She was crouched over it about a foxlength away.

    "I just said that we did," Sparkstep groaned. "We both got our nine lives from StarClan, and we are officially leaders now. Isn't that great? I suppose Honeystar does need to choose a deputy though, being that I'm co-leader instead of deputy now. Maybe Timberline would like that job, she was nice and helpful earlier." He glanced around for the she-cat, but couldn't seem to find her.


    Wrathbane padded over to Benniejet and Lovekit and took a seat next to them. "Hey there," he mewed, not taking his eyes off of the two insane cats. "What are they up to now? Are they bent on destroying all of the prey or something?" He nudged a tattered bird's wing with his forepaw.

    "That's...um, Good." Benniejet nodded. "I'd better go tell Crystals...a few of my buddies, I don't think they even know about the good news. I'll be back really soon. Oh, Wrathbane, um I have no idea...can you keep an eye on things while I tell a couple of certain someones? Thanks." She bounded off at a three beat up the path to the leader's den, hoping that SOMEONE was in. This was nuts.

    "They might as well be.All are hard work wasted! What are we apprentices suppose to give the elders now?"chirped Sweetpaw bitterly to Wrathbane.

    Noooooo! Wrathbane screamed inside his mind. Why was it always him that got left alone with these freaks? He gave Sweetpaw a grim look, shaking his head with frustration.


    "Um, excuse ME," Sparkstep replied. "I can hear you! It isn't WASTED, thank you very much." He picked up a battered, dusty mouse in his jaws. It's still perfectly good prey." He rolled his eyes. "I swear, some of you apprentices are so finicky."


    Nightclaw happened to be over by the leader's den at the time, and he noticed Benniejet padding over towards him. "Everything okay?" he asked, turning to face the she-cat.


    OOC - Gonna wait for River now except to post with Nightclaw, since he's not over by the rest of them. ;)