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    Swiftheart watched the forest, looking around the bends of trees, and up at the sky, paranoid. The sky was darkened and his hope was lost, he knew that he would be traveling back in pitch dark, especially if he did not even know where his leader was. With everystep he felt the cold breeze coming in watching dark clouds come closer with a worried expression. Swiftheart started racing and sniffing around for Whitestar's scent, wondering where he would be. Swiftheart then followed a faint scent, and he knew he better hurry before the rain washes it away. Swiftheart raced, breaking the still air with his slim grey body running through. Following the faint scent, he stopped. Looking around seeing rats appearing from each side of the trail coming closer, out of their nests.


    Swiftheart's heartbeat raced and he unsheathed his claws, waiting for this battle, that should be easy since it was only a few rats. As they jumped up to attack him, he sliced his claws at each of their bodies that flew near him, letting the impact of his claws take them a yard or so away, hitting the ground or trees. He walked warily now then before, still following the scent.


    Swiftheart Narrowed his eyes at a masculine cat's body outside the forest, it had cuts and bites around the neck and shoulder's. As he walked slowly, he noticed that it was Whitestar.
    He nudged Whitestar's head, trying to get attention or any response. " Whitestar, get up! Please, get up! " Swiftheart hissed. Again, more anger was filled into Swiftheart's emotions. Swiftheart then bit down on Whitestar's neck where his extra skin was and dragged him from. He dragged him into the forest and was trying to follow his way back home when a raindrop hit his head, then it hit his head again, and more, as the rain came down pooring. Mud formed between Swiftheart's paws everystep, and Swiftheart's fur had gotten soaked. He then took a turn around a tree and thought he saw this tree already before. " Am I lost? " Swiftheart meowed softly to himself in confusion.


    Swiftheart let go of Whitestar and shook him again, then looked up at the rain as it pierced into his eyes. Looking back down again he saw where Whitestar had laid become a blood puddle. " Don't quit now, bring your leader home before he bleeds out. " he thought to himself.


    " Whitestar Don't Go On Me! " Swift Loudly Meowed, grabbing Whitestar's extra skin again dragging him hopefully to find his camp through the blinding, thick rain. The mud made him slower and the wind and rain beating against him was making him sick and drowsy.

    Breezeleaf frowned. Her gut was telling her that something was wrong. With Swiftheart. She closed her eyes, hoping to see a vision of where he was, but the rain was blocking all signal. She tried harder, and finally an image popped up. Swiftheart was dragging a cat... WHITESTAR... through the forest. His pelt was soaked and Whitestar was bleeding badly. "Whitestar don't go on me!" she heard him mew, and she knew he needed help. "TIGEREYE, SHYFEATHER! Swiftheart needs help! He found Whitestar, but he's lost and is trying to drag him home! I can handle this alone, go help him!" Breezeleaf mewed in panic.

    Dartingflame looked up at Breezeleaf's yowl. "What? Whitestar's in trouble? I'll go!" She leapt up and ran off in the direction of Swiftheart's scent.


    Ooc: got to go. I'll be on at school tomorrow, so I'll finish this then. Goodnight! :D

    (Just a reality thing... In real life, the scent of rain would over power any trace of a cat's scent...))

    Tigereye blinked as the only other warrior ran out of camp. He shook his head. He couldnt' help or he'd be leaving Breezeleaf alone in the camp. Plus without his sister he'd be most likely to get hurt... He just had bad luck like that.
    Shyfeather sighed. She couldn't just leave her brother.
    "You should go. They'll need you there. I'll be fine, I'll guard the camp." Tigereye said.
    "Are you sure?" Shyfeather began to object..
    "Yes! Now go, before some cat gets hurt baddly." He urged.
    Shyfeather nodded hurriedly and vanished out the camp entrance, leaving into the dark rainy forest to find Swiftheart...

    "Whitestar you have lost a life, you now only have eight lives remaining," whitestars mother meowed


    Whitetar nodded and waited to be sent back his eyes closing

    (Are you going to be active, Silverstar of Lavaclan?))

    Shyfeather ran on, rain soaking her pelt, but not as soaked as it could be, because she was smart and slipped along near the tree trunks where the overhead branches were thickest so it shaded her from most of the rain...

    "Tigereye, you can go if you want to. Don't let me hold you back. I've got enough training to defend myself if it comes to that. Please, go! I don't feel comfortable sending Shyfeather out alone." Breezeleaf smiled. "Please go." she whispered. She didn't know exactly what would happen, but it was going to be bad. And one cat in the rain would do them no good.

    "No. I wouldn't be able to find her anyway. Plus you couldn't defend the queens and kits, and the elders if it came the time. With both of us we could. But alone you couldn't." He said simply and stayed put.
    Shyfeather continued onward. "Swiftheart!" She shouted out. "Whitestar?! Swiftheart!?!"

    [justify]Swiftheart heard his name being called and Whitestar's , he followed the voice blindly and then soon his paws gave out, letting him and Whitestar fall. He knew Whitestar was dead, by now. Swiftheart sadly looked at the limp leader's body. He gave up on continueing on, and was to weak to stand back up. Swiftheart soon closed his eyes in lost of hope and strength. As the rain pelted hard on him and Whitestar's body. [/justify]


    ( Sorry for late post, had packets of homework to do )

    "Swiftheart! Don't give up now! We are warriors, we never quit!" Shyfeather hissed, skidding to a stop beside him. She nudged him roughly to his paws. "Get up get up get up! We do NOT quit. Stand up! We must get the leader home. And you must return to the clan. We cannot loose you and the leader. For without our leader, the clan relies on their deputy, and without their deputy, the clan is thrown into chaos. So get up!" She said. Her voice was feirce and never giving up. She pushed her head under Whitestar's muddy pelt and rolled the large muscluar tom cat onto her back and grunted, standing up. Her legs wobbled but she didn't give up, she stood up straight and soon regained strenght. "Time to move it." She said, and began walking forward. After a few paces her legs collasped and she dropped to the ground. Shakily she stood up quickly, keeping Whitestar on her back, face streaked with mud now, eyes gleaming with determination. "You two are lucky I remember the way back to camp. Shall we go, Swiftheart? You don't look so well." She said, ears flat to her head, praying he wouldn't snap back at her for saying the first thing the way she did rather than in a formal you are of higher position than me kind of way...

    Shyfeather's voice was blurred, and Swiftheart heard only part of things she was saying, " Swiftheart, Don't give up now! We are warriors and we never quit!" . He heard Shyfeather say. He then stood up slowly , his muscles weakened , eyes blurred, and lightheaded. He stared at Shyfeather talking to him, but barely knew what she was saying, he watched her pick up Whitestar, then fall back down. He then padded over to her as she stood up again. Swiftheart then put his body next to hers carrying half of Whitestar's weight, now determined to finish this "mission" with Shyfeather. He looked at Shyfeather as she said " Shall we go, Swiftheart? You don't look so well. " Swiftheart nodded to her, and laid all his trust in her getting back home. Her fur warmed his soaked side up while they walked, " I need to thank Shyfeather, after this, I could have been lift their with Whitestar " Promising to himself to talk to Shyfeather when he got better. He turns his head towards Shyfeather but still looking alil bit forward, " You know he lost a life, from all this rain, and from being attacked. " Hurt, and anger was sounded in Swiftheart voice as he said this. Nervous what the future was going to hold for him.


    ( We need more Roleplayers, thank you for staying with the rp ummmmm Silent? If i can call you that, Thank you Boysen berry, Silverstar, and Marrow. )

    (Lol, sure. Yeah, I kinda like the nickname Silent. *smiles* I mean, I'm a silent person in real life, just not online. :P ... And I know we do, but I don't know of many roleplayers who rp cats. And just out of those few I don't think there are any who could rp in this clan. Like keep up and stay active... And what not... :/ Anywho, I got dentist appointment and school so I've gotta go.))


    "I figured that..." She nodded. "But right now, we should focus on getting back to camp, and get dry." She said, beginning to head back to camp. The rain poured down around Shyfeather, Swiftheart, and Whitestar. The wind strenght was weakened because of the trees, and since the wind was weak, the rain fell down like an endless sheet of rain infront of them... She continued onward, her paws felt heavier the longer she carried Whitestar in the rain, but she didn't give up. She may not be naturally the strongest cat but she had strong determination. And right now, she was determinined to get both her leader and her deputy home safe.

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    ( Ok, Ill Call you Silent, Silent. lol. And I am planning to keep this active. School is freakin getting in the way. Anyway, I landed my Pop Shuv-it onto a Tail Stall ! : D happy. )
    [justify]
    Swiftheart nodded to Shyfeather's response, as Swiftheart and Shyfeather took White star to the camp, Swiftheart then took all of Whitestar's weight, bringing him in the Medicine Cat's den. He sat down letting the leader slide off, and collapse beside him, tired and sick. Swiftheart coughed and closed his eyes as he waited for the med cat. [/justify]

    ooc: yes my internet was down and in real life I stick to myself


    whitestar was suddenly alone then he heard a hiss "sorrow will rule your life," his father hissed and the memory of his parents dying showed up, but he realized the body of his half sister Brackenleaf the medicine cat of Streamclan laying in a pool of her own blood, suddenly he woke up and realized he couldn't see out of one eye

    (Sorry for not being on in 2 days. Have this new Tutorials program at school and I have clubs and everything. PLus I ride my bike to and from school. So when I do get home. I'm either too tired to get online or someone else is on my computer... :/ Sorry.))

    Dartingflame's eyes narrowed. "Are you okay, Whitestar?" She mewed, her tail flicking in concern. One of the leader's eyes looked - gummier than usual, filled with a clear fluid covering. She blinked, and moved slowly around Whitestar, watching to see if the tom's eyes followed her. It looks like he can't see out of that eye...

    Breezeleaf rushed to Whitestar. She took one glance at his glazed eye and knew he was half-blind. She got cobwebs from the shelf. And rushed to Whitestar, packing them tightly on the wounds.



    OOC: Sorry I haven't been on lately, but I had school sports and HOMEWORK. curse my frickin school. :P

    "I'm fine," Whitestar meowed

    "Don't believe that. Please stay still. Please. Just... please." She grabbed a dock leaf in her jaws and chewed it quickly, placing the pulp on his wounds. She took a deep breath and quickly got the goldenrod pulp she had made before and began slathering it on his wounds. Her eyes were wide and her fur was frazzled in panic. If I don't help, he will lose yet another life. was the scary prospect over her head and on her shoulders. She applied a poultice of marigold, praying it would prevent infection. Her eyes drooped by the time she finished, and her nerves were frazzled. She lapped up a leaf of thyme, praying it would send her to sleep. At least a little. Her eyes closed.