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    If we go! We go together!


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    LittleNewt had never really talked but a few times about his belief system. About the hummingbirds he believed were his ancestors. Of the many things the she-cat that had helped raised him taught him. So it would certainly be a surprise for many when he awoke one night and just began screaming his head off. His entire back was arched, His blind eyes stretched wide as he began shouting at the top of his lungs. "Get it out, Get it out, GET IT OUT!" He looked as though he had seen a ghost... If well, He could see. His body was ready for a fight.. The foe? A little robin that had flown right into the den. Had it really been dumb enough to not see all the cats sleeping? LittleNewt certainly seemed panicked over the situation.


    But as soon as a Npc moved to catch the animal. LittleNewt threw a bigger fit. Hissing. "Don't kill it, Don't kill it!" He told, Before suddenly striding forward. This may have seemed weird for many, But LittleNewt had always been taught that A bird flying into the den was a bad omen, possible meaning death! As well as that killing a robin could be bad luck. Birds were LittleNewts belief system. He took them very, Very seriously. There were only a few species he was fine with eating. LittleNewt carefully reached the animal that was fluttering in a corner, Attempting to carefully pick it up in his maw so he could take it outside. His grip as if he was holding a kit. Though his breath was heavy, He was in a complete panic over this.


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    though the sight might have been strange to some, it was a stranger thing to hear. she knew vaguely of littlenewt, considering he was the other blind warrior in the clan, but she hadn't any chances to personally know the tom.


    when she woke up to screaming, the feline immediately rolled onto her paws. she was a petite, thin little thing, off white fur carefully groomed down at all tomes, but it stood on end and all but tripled her size, wide brown eyes watching wild and blind. "whatsgoingon?" she hollered, bracing herself for someone to attack. she still wasn't familiar with each clan members smell and found herself dizzied as she tried to sort it out and detect a threat - unaware it being only littlenewt and his bird.

    [size=9pt]"You still believe that hummingbirds are your ancestors, don't you? And mind keeping it down? We don't need to lose sleep or our sense of hearing because of your beliefs,"Thornfang still thought the entire idea was ridiculous, and he seriously hoped that someone killed the hummingbird. He didn't even get how any of what Littlenewt said made sense, and now that the dark elder was back to having firm, certain and clear beliefs in StarClan, he had gone back to disapproving of other religions. However, he didn't hate them. Thornfang himself had grown confused for a while, so he just hoped that Littlenewt's state of confusion wouldn't last too long, which it seemed to be. At this realisation, the elder narrowed his green eyes. "Someone kill it. I won't do it, because I'll become more of a foxheart than ever in his eyes. But someone do it, I'm doing him a favour by giving this order. Things will make more sense to him. I was there once to, so I know how it feels, I suppose."[/size]


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    The screams woke Poppykit and caused fear to strike her heart, looking around wildly for the comfort of her parents' bodies. But they where unsurprisingly not there. They never slept in the nursery with her anymore. They never even stopped to check on her, they actively avoided her. So the screaming had only made the comfortless kit even more scared and upset. Poppykit wobbily emerged from the nursery with her ears pinned against her head and her amber eyes full of pain and fear. She was trembling like a leaf against the wind. "M-- Make the screaming stop!" she cries out, too frightened to be aware of why Littlenewt was freaking out, her tiny paws cuffing over her ears to attempt to muffle the sound.


    ( ooc- I assumed since he just woke up this is occurring in camp, I can delete my thread if this is incorrect ^^; )
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    info — updated 01/8

    [font=tahoma]Foxwhisker shot upright as Littlenewt started screaming, and scrabbled desperately to her feet within a matter of moments, her eyes wide and flashing with concern. She watched as the panicked ginger tabby gently grabbed the bird and padded from the warriors' den, bewilderment obvious on her face as she tripped after him. "Nothin's going on, everything's f-f-f-fine." she yawned to Thebe, her alarm fading and her grogginess returning. "And let him be, Thornfang, I think he's too frightened to kill it. If you really want it dead do it yourself." she shook her head and then, upon catching the sound of more yowling, hurried over to comfort Poppykit. [b]"Hey, honey, settle down. Don't worry. Everything's okay. There's not going to be any more screaming. Littlenewt - you know, he's blind - a bird flew into the warriors' den and he was startled. Everything's fine now."

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    The voices of panicked clanmates surrounded him, The other blind warrior was obviously freaked out, The wailing of a kit while another tried to comfort her friends. But the one that made his fur twitch the most. THORNFANG. Oh, He was going to totally need to slap the sense into that old fool oneday. Someone needed too. But LittleNewt strode along, Ignoring there voices at first until he reached the entrance of the den. Then, He set the bird now. Listening, He could tell it was alive. But it was still at first.. Perhaps in shock? But then, Relief filled his heart as the animal after a few heartbeats fluttered off. Everything was fine... The bird was alive.. But that didn't settle things for LittleNewt completely. With gritted teeth he spun around. He then snapped. "My beliefs? I'm not the one who started a whole rebellion because of my beliefs. Nor am I the one stupid enough to believe in silly things like 'Nine lives.'" Of course he had to bring that touchy subject up to Thornfang. His clanmates not be too pleased with his words. Sure he had been there when Raggedstar had regained a life. But he still, Even now. Assumed she had simply been knocked out or something.


    His tail twitched from side to side. Cats were beginning to calm now. But many still had riled fur. LittleNewt then gritted his teeth. "A bird flying into the den is bad luck, Its not something to take lightly." LittleNewt warned, His blind eyes were wide. Perhaps that didn't explain things enough. But this was serious to him, He honestly felt as if there was a danger, Even if it was not real. It was real to him. His heart continued to beat fast. He hadn't panicked this much even with the recent deaths. Or some of the ill fates. He then murmured. "I'm going to go find some clovers, Or maybe a swan feather to hopefully cleanse the air." He gritted, Where? He didn't know. It was winter, Everything was frozen. There weren't clovers or swans to be found. Turning around, It was serious enough in his mind to head out in the middle of the night...


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    [size=9pt]Thornfang narrowed his eyes, and felt his claws unsheathe, though he quickly sheathed them. "I've changed, though of course you haven't noticed. And why treat me this way now? You were supportive of me at the time, protected me too. You attacked Raggedstar for me, for StarClan's sake! But that's over now. It doesn't mean my mistakes have disappeared, and yours haven't, either. However, I have now opened up to outsiders, and I see that nobody is perfect, including myself. But you saw Raggedstar lose a life - she stopped breathing! And yes, I did just call her Raggedstar, I did just use her name, instead of saying her. Note how I'm no longer referring to you as outsider as well,"


    the old tom continued, "You're wasting your time, when you could be serving ShadowClan as a warrior. Unless you want to retire? And no, I'm not killing the bird - it's not my problem. But I'm ordering somebody, anybody, to kill it instead."[/size]


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    At this point Poppykit had hid herself behind Thebe, narrowing her eyes at both Littlenewt and Thornfang and trying to calm herself down still and smooth down her fur. She no idea what half this argument was about since she didn't know everything that happened involving the adults, but she deep down felt as if this argument was pointless. She got the impression that the bird had upset Littlenewt more then it had startled him. Why are we even still awake and standing around like this still...? she wonders to herself in a tired, grumpy state, her amber gaze trailing as Littlenewt goes to look for clover or a swan feather (both things the child had no idea how he'd find in the leaf-bare). "Why are you guys arguing? You know its night time, right?" she grumbles.
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    °｡°｡ he calls me poppy seed — updated 01/11

    He hadn't set eyes on Thornfang since the meeting were Raggedstar had been killed, a life taken, and he'd been exiled for attempting to kill Thornfang in revenge. The warrior wanted to be angry. But he felt nothing but pity.


    Whitestep said nothing to Thornfang. Having arrived in camp soon enough to hear their arguments he felt himself flinch at Littles words. Felt a defensive retort rise to his lips, but he chocked them back. He was as faithful to StarClan and the Code as LittleNewt was to this strange belief of his. One he'd never spoke to him about. Did he think White wouldn't try and understand?


    A question for later. "Calm down, Littlebit," he mummured. Moving to stand beside his friend. "How about I go with you. I can help?"