Hiding from the wind [open to all!]

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    It was a cold blustery day with the chilling wind sweeping through Sabrestar's skin chilling him to the bone. Teeth chattering, the cream tom tried to block all the thoughts out as he padded briskly towards one of the crypts. The cold stone floor nearly froze his pads but he continued inside. A small raised tomb was in the middle and at the end an altar. Quickly, he leaped onto the tomb and began to briskly run his tongue over himself in an attempt to warm himself up. No wind came through the crypt but he still shuddered.


    How many more cats would shelter in here he didn't know. But he wasn't about to freeze his paws off to try and get back.

    Honeypaw shivered and crept into a tomb like thing, she flicked up her honey coloured ears and shivered warily. It was warmer in here than outside. She looked over her shoulder then leapt onto the tomb, looking down at her paws. She glanced up and saw Sabrestar, she shivered and her eyes widened. She flattened herself down against the rock.

    Sandtiger lept in from outside. His sandy coloured coat was flattened against his skin from the wind bblasting it against his bulky body. Behind him was three other cats: Tigerpelt (his best friend), Snowtiger (his son) and Blazeeyes (one of his past apprentices).
    Sandtiger rolled his eyes when he heard Snowtiger and Blazeeyes bickering... again! Who cared if Blazeeyes was in love, he could have any she-cat in the camp but he still went and picked the medicine cat! Sandtiger looked at the crumbling rocky sides of the crypt. On one of the altars was the one, the only, in his eyes the greatest cat that ever lived... Sabrestar! In all of his prime and glory Sandtiger felt ashamed that he looked so messy and he hissed at the other two toms to stop bickering.

    Honeypaw flicked her ear as she heard the cats, her amber eyes flickered warily as she drew out from her respectful bow. ' Sabrestar, ' She said respectfully again to her leader. Her voice was tinged with a slightly foreign accent.

    Tigerpelt snorted at the apprentice, "What is a small cat like you doing out here?" he bared his teeth. The apprentice might have turned the insult back on him but she wouldn't... If Honeypaw knew what was good for her.

    Honeypaw looked at Tigerpelt coolly, her amber eyes showing no emotion what so ever. ' Why not? ' She replied to the tom, her long graceful limbs lead her to the ground, her whiskers twitched. She had been trained by a strong warrior, no cat would disregard her for a fight. She snorted and flicked her tail in dismissal.

    "I strongly advise you not to attack me... If you know whats good for you as i have three other fully gorwn warriors to back me up in this fight. You are just an apprentice and should not be speaking to another warrior like that!" he snarled, taking another step forward.
    Snowtiger was smirking at the new fight that had broken out. He could finally have a fight that he had been waiting all day for. Albiet it would be an easy one but he wanted to hear a cat scream under his paws just like last time.

    Honeypaw just snorted, she flicked her tail and looked coolly away and then back. Her amber eyes were hard and firm, like a frozen amber fire. ' Who said I was going to attack you? ' She asked, tilting her head, angling her ears towards three pairs of glowing eyes in the rock crevasse beside her. Her tail flicked and her pupils dilated until they were but narrow slits.

    "Exactly! You shouldn't because i am me and you are you", he said, not noticing the eyes.

    The words made no sense to Honeypaw. She simply shrugged and lithely leapt onto another tombstone, she grinned down at them. ' Wanna race a Windclan cat? ' She grinned, her graceful front paws lapped across each other, as well as her flicking tail, perched over the edge of one of the old tombstones.

    Snowtiger snorted, "Yeah right! Like we would race you! What do you think we are? Kits?" He sais the last word with disgust.

    ' You really want me to answer that? ' Honeypaw asked in a sort of snort, a single beam of light hit her pelt and gave her a sort of air of regalement. Not that she had any. She stood up and gave a graceful stretch, she started to clean her honey coloured pelt.

    Sandtiger gave a warning look at Snowtiger to shut the heck up! He stepped forward to Honeypaw, "You don't seem daunted by four anti-clan cats ready to fight you. As well as the leader of Sunclan here!" he called up towards where she was.

    "But we are anti-clan. We kill your clanmates, we hate your kind, we would happily kill you right now!" Blazeeyes butted in. He was slightly confused and knew that Sandtiger was only buying time before he let Snowtiger kill the apprentice.

    Honeypaw could see the hatred and slight confusion in their eyes. She didn't really care, she had an advantage they didn't have or couldn't see. ' I suggest, if you're going to make the first move, she consider the advantages, that I have and you will never. ' Her eyes gleamed as a grin lit her face mischeviously.

    Sandtiger gave a short, sharp laugh. Then his eyes darkened, "Try me!"

    Sandtiger was the first to leap, higher than he needed to so that Blazeeyes could dive lower, under the apprentices feet. This was the first two attacking cats motive.
    Tigerpelt and Snowtiger halted, four cats wouldn't be needed to take down this apprentice but they were being cautious.

    Honeypaw smiled and rolled quickly out of the way before they attacked her. Suddenly the cats with glowing eyes leapt for the other cats. They streamed from the rock crevace and aimed to attack the cat - their were at least 9 of them.