Raptorclan RP

Flowerpaw's tears leaked out of her eyes, splashing on the ground. "I just thought she would have some advice... or maybe I tell her the message Starclan gave me? I don't know, Ribbonpaw. I think it should be your call." she said quietly, shaking slightly. She looked down, trying to keep tears from coming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry." she whispered. She sat there, waiting for his reply, though she was afraid if he would be mad at her. Her whole body shook as she tried to keep back tears.

ooc|: I'm so sOrry for not being on! My Internet is being really stupid...

ic|: Dragonscale was sitting in a corner of her den, staring at her paws. She seemed to be pretty dazed, as if she had just gotten thumped on the head.

"Dragonscale, are you okay?" Heatherclaw asked.

Dragonscale nearly jumped a treelength in the air at Heatherclaw's meow. Looking stunned, she blinked at her calnmate. "Y-yes, I'm fine." It was obvious that she wasn't though. Her eyes were clouded with pain, grief, and guilt, and they were darker than the night sky itself.

Ribbonpaw stayed quiet. He was working things out in his head,what he want and what she did? We was best for them both, together and indiviuals? The rules and beliefs they both went by? He opened his mouth but said nothing, he couldnt. Ribbonpaw watched her waiting for an answer put couldnt get himself to say anything. Pained that he couldnt speak, he nodded and then glanced down.

Flowerpaw looked up. "But... we don't have to say anything... does that work with you?" she asked, trying to sound happy.

He shook his head, that didnt work with him now... He flicked his tail to Dragonscale's den and nodded. He still couldnt say anything there was a lump in his throat and he couldnt swallow it. He licked her cheek and turned round padding off back to the nursery.

She gave him a quick nod and padded to the Medicine Cat den.

OOC: Gentlekit, didn't you mention Moonpaw wanted to talk to Larkstar? Sorry she got overlooked. Where is she, and do you remember who plays her?

IC: the wind blew.

OOC: Yeah, I keep asking her to come on, but she keeps saying she'll do it later, sorry!

IC: A bug exploded and Flowerpaw stared at it.

OOC: oh. Tell her when she gets back, we'll just pick up where we left off.

IC: Larkstar slept in her den.

Lostfoot stared at the exploded bugs.....

Pathogenpaw jumped back. No words came forth, but her hackles were raised. The spiky black she-cat stalked away, tingles running through her body. "You must be sick in the head to think that you can get anything but hate from me." she growled. Her tail disappeared into the bush. There was a moment of silence before her voice sounded from a tree on the other side of the clearing. "Besides, love only creates barriers. Ones that can get you killed!" Her voice was taught, holding back the name of her secret mentor.

Fathok smirked as he lay in an oak tree. He coul hear Pathogenpaw's anguished words. Something only a skilled assassin could percieve. But he frowned as he realised she was speaking to a tom. That Nettlepaw character had better stay away from her. She didn't need any barriers at her young age. He smiled grimly as she quoted his words from their last training session. The black tom's white foot twitched as he listened closely. Not even Pathogenpaw would be able to pick up his scent, let alone his presence. An idea flickered in his murderous mind. Pathogenpaw would train to kill Nettlepaw. Yes, and he knew just the clan cat to use for her practice. If she messed up, the Raptorclan cats would most likely banish her. That would make him happy. But what would make him happier was if Pathogenpaw did it perfectly. Raptorclan would be oblivious to the murderous cat within its walls. A grin spread on his face.

Lostfoot sniffed the air...wanting to understand who he was dealing with in this clan....

"Pathongenpaw!" he shouted, "you know it used to be fine when you talked to me like you didnt care because honestly neither did I but now... now when you say that love is something that could kill you" he looked down at his paws, "why do you deny it then?" he asked keeping his head low but looking up.

Pathogenpaw dropped down from the trees, landing right in front of Nettlepaw with a quite thump. "I say it because you obviously like me." She padded off a bit of a ways, lowering her voice. She knew Fathok was somewhere out there. She hoped he wasn't close enough to hear what she had to say next. "And you are obviously a good looking tom." Pathogenpaw wouldn't actually admit to herself that she like him. Her eyes changed mood, turning to a state where they looked boored by the conversation. "But it's not like it matters. Or should matter. We're both apprentices. Or at least I am. You're just a mess." Her tail flicked and swished carelessly.

Fathok grew pleased with what he'd heard from Pathogenpaw's mouth. She was his prodigy! She would take this clan down, rip out it's cornerstones and watch it crumble! With that the tom seemed to evaporate into the air. Not even a cat's scent could be identified, for he smelled of pine needles and bird feathers.

Nettlepaw quickened his pace to catch up with her. "And you think liking me back will cause yo death? Like you said its obvious I like you so I would everything I can to protect you" he mewed gently rearing up by her side. He sat onfront of her forcing her to stop, "and if being a mess is good-looking, how do you find toms once they've rolled around on the floor?" he joked stepping closer to her, "playfully?" he added, smiling at her warmly.

Dragonscale instantly heard her apprentice outside her den. "Yes, Flowerpaw?" she called, flicking her tail.

OOC: I think she'll give him a scare before she plays with him. 0.-

IC: Pathogenpaw snorted angrily as he forced her to stop. "You're a mess as in you ran away from your clan, claimed the title rogue and are now referred to as a refugee." With that, the small black she-cat made a forward start, but didn't actually move. It was only to make him assume she was going to attack him. But with her sudden turn of action, she swiped a paw at his legs, hoping to topple him over.

His fur began to bristle, "Fine, if thats what you call a mess then I am," he meowed. "We ran away to save my mothers life and im proud we did run..." he looked away from her eyes, "it might have cause my farthers death but he loved his mother" looking back at her he purred, "and he would of given his life as many times as he would have to, to make sure she didnt feel a thing." As she stepped forward, Nettlepaw began to think that what he said might of made her angry, he didnt think she knew who her parents were, there deffinetly wasnt a cat in the clan that looked like her. His ears twitched nervously. When she swiped his leg slipped forward but maintaing his balance he didnt fall over, but was now staring up at her.