Cave and Prison

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    "Just help!" Frostflail yowled desperately. The kits were safe, but not if Noellelight got out. "The kits!" He shouted before getting a clawful from Noellelight slashing him. He wished he could be more fierce... But he just couldn't bare this.

    Affy was everything but quick when it came to running. But what she lacked in speed, she made up for it with her size and strength.


    The Maine coon charged toward the prison cave after meeting with Namieclipse in the camp, blue eyes narrowed as she willed herself to go faster. The cave loomed closer, until she burst through the mouth of it. "Heartbeat, get a move on!" She called to the frozen warrior as soon as she caught sight of him, before loping to Frostflail's side. "You alright?" She asked, a growl edging itself into her tone as she glared at his attackers.

    "Just get her down, she can't die!" Frostflail ahd been hoping to put all this violence and madness behind him when he'd been put in prison. He didn't want to hurt or kill. He'd genuinely hoped that he could live a future like that- prison would've kept him from doing otherwise. But here it was- crashing right down on him. "Don't kill her." Frostflail mewed. The signs of afterbirth... But no kits. The kits were gone. He was not alright.



    Noellelight clenched her teeth as she looked at the three warriors. "You won't stand in my way for long. We brought those kits into this world, I should take them out." Savageclaw growled, then charged mindlessly into the three cats, aiming to slash two of them at once with her forepaws.



    OOC: Note- Noellelight is who others see her as, Savageclaw is who she sees herself as in this violent state.

    OOC| Okay, thanks for letting me know!
    ... I forgot to bookmark this, otherwise a reply would have come sooner.


    IC| "Don't worry, she won't die." The warrior gave Frostflail a nod of her head, before turning to face the charging Noellelight. She spotted the claws, but didn't bother to dodge from where she stood rigidly. They sank into her fur, pulling and slicing straight lines into her flesh. Affy winced, but otherwise didn't moved.


    "It doesn't matter whether or not you want them killed." She replied in a growl, her eyes narrowed to the smallest of slits. "You'll never see those kits again, so it doesn't matter."

    Shacklefang had ignored the inkling that the kit didn't know about their soon-to-be new residency. The massive maine coon sighed in his same old gravelly way as he always had, twitching his long whiskers mindlessly.


    "Snowclan is leavin'," the old warrior announced resentfully, looking out of the cave wistfully. "Puddlestar thinks tha' it'd be best fer us ta leave the mountains behind an' avoid battles all together ..."


    It might not mean much to the youth. He didn't know anything about him - the move could possibly seem exciting and new. The senior warrior knew better. Kits could very well die on the excursion, elders could fall behind. The entire trip would be a hazard. Shacklefang shifted, thinking of the bodies of his family, frozen in the ground and soon to be left behind.

    Slatekit narrowed his eyes, his paws shuffling on the ground beneath him. It was getting quite cold now, but he really hadn't noticed it. It was no surprise, though. He had always been one to register things slower than his siblings had. Even his mother had scolded him on such things. The move was just one more thing that he hadn't known about. The reason surely didn't make sense to him.

    "We're moving?" He meowed. "But if we move, that'll mean that I'll have to leave...." He stopped midsentence, his jaw still open as if he were to say something else, but he quickly caught himself, closing his jaw and flicking his tail. "I mean....that's not a particularly great reason to move. Why can't we just stay here?"

    Shacklefang was disappointed in Puddlestar, that much had been made clear several times over the past few days. But it still wasn't like him to openly chastise her for her decisions, regardless of if he disagreed.


    "The Rogues tha' attacked us a while past ... Puddlestar decided she didn' want us ta fight them any more and tha' we should move."

    The massive tom's torn ears flicked toward the sound of Puddlestar's summoning - the cats were leaving their lands. Shacklefang's thick mantle ruffled slightly, and his yellow eye narrowed on his paws. It seemed it was time to leave everything behind.


    "Yeh'd best find yer family. Yeh wouldn' want ta get left behind," the morose tom grumbled.

    Slatekit had half a mind to protest some more, but he knew that he could really disobey PUddlestar. After all, she was the leader, and there was really no point in disobeying the leader. There was always the reason for what she did, and even though he didnt' particularly agree with her ideas most of the time, that still wasn't any reason for him to argue any further, especially with a loner.

    "I guess I should head back..." He muttered. What did he care about his family? Ever since the incident, they'd really never functioned as a family His siblings were fighting half the time, and their guardian never even did as much as to speak to them. There was no point in going back to his siblings, even if it was to leave together. It was no different than leaving by himself.

    Shacklefang nodded, and moved forward to leave as well. The vigilant senior Warrior looked out as a gentle snow began to fall, waiting for the 'kit' to go ahead. They were both going to the same place; may as well accompany each other down the snowy slopes. Something wasn't right about Slatekit; never had he known a juvenile to behave with such melancholy sobriety, regardless of the condition of the clan.


    (( I suppose more interaction at the meeting? ^^ ))

    ((Sure. :3))

    Slatkit watched as the older warrior stopped, and after a few moments of hesitation, put his paws into motion, padding down the slope in the direction of the clan camp. Or, he supposed, what was going to be their old camp, now that they were moving. For a brief moment, he wondered where they would be going, and if the new camp would be better or worse than the current camp. Then, without another word, he started down the snowy slope.