Alone in a Crowd [ O.P.E.N. ]

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    [size=1]Acornpaw positioned herself near the fresh kill pile. She bent her neck and fastened her teeth into a clump of pale brown fur, left by a vole in her claws. She thought about that morning, hunting by herself. Did cats choose to avoid her? Perhaps it was her appearance. No cat dared to be seen with a she-cat with blood eyes, as that crazed loner had told her. Acronpaw ran her tongue over the scar on her muzzle, and recalled the strange encounter clearly.


    <blockquote>The black cat approached, eyes wild. His short fur was matted into clumps, but stood on end nonetheless. The cat let out a hiss. Acornpaw flattened her ears, and narrowed her eyes. "This is ShadowClan territory, rogue," she growled, claws unsheathed. She prayed to StarClan he bought her mean attitude, for inside she was trembling like a leaf. She didn't actually know if she would attack. The rogue spoke. "Your eyes... you swim in the sticky waters of blood! You demon! Nothing but hatred flows through your veins!!" He screeched, and scrambled into the forest. Acornpaw didn't pursue, no. She stared into the puddle at her paws, maroon eyes glaring back at her. The apprentice blinked, hoping to see beautiful green eyes, or azure. But alas, her brown orbs remained. </blockquote>


    Acornpaw didn't think her eyes were crimson, more of a dark oak shade. The apprentice wrinkled her nose as the fur ripped free, fluttering to the marshy ground below. Blood clung thinly to the end of the fur. Was she really evil?[/size]

    <blockquote>[size=4]F.[/size][size=1]everchill padded slowly towards the apprentice he'd spotted, lounging near the freshkill pile. He bared his teeth in a grisly, maniacal grimace. His ebony-ringed tail flicked as he stalked forward, leaf-green eyes narrowed. He'd had his eyes on this one for a while, now- the red eyes unnerved him. He hoped to frighten her, and perhaps more than that. If he could get her to leave, that would be the prime outcome. Cats that were anything but less than he were not worth keeping around- he just had to make sure that the ShadowClan deputy didn't spot him. The silver tabby Oriental Shorthair glanced around the camp, checking for the deputy's scent. Nothing. His claws slowly unsheathed themselves, as he smoothly took another step forward. Feverchill looked evil, and he was sure he could scare the fur off the apprentice. He crouched, feeling his hindquarters like coiled springs, ready to carry him through the air to land on the apprentice's back...[/size]


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    [size=4]E.[/size][size=1]choflight finished off the mouse she was eating, feeling her belly fill as she swallowed the last bite of the meat, which sang with the flavors of the forest. She twitched her tail happily as she began licking her paws, relaxing beneath the shade of the brambles behind her. When the beautiful silver tabby glanced up, something flickered in the corner of her vision, in the area of the freshkill pile. Echoflight turned her head, and saw her brother, crouched and ready to spring. She sighed, thinking he was just practicing his fighting technique, until she saw the apprentice standing near the pile, facing away from her brother. Her gentle ocean-blue eyes widened as she quickly assessed the situation, and realized Feverchill was stalking Acornpaw, the apprentice with the almost-red eyes. "Feverchill!" she yowled, shocked. "Hold it right there, mister." She got up quickly, and bolted over to her brother's side, but she was too late. Feverchill leapt.[/size]</blockquote>

    [size=3]A[size=1]cornpaw stiffened, abrubtly. She could feel the hot glare of angry eyes burning into the back of her tortoiseshell pelt. Her tail twitched, and she tried to ignore the growing feeling that someone was watching her. The apprentice heard a cat, a female, screech out a warning from across the clearing. A heavy weight bowled her over, and she bit her tongue in surprise. Thick blood oozed into her throat, and she coughed and sputtered. Acornpaw struggled, and felt claws dig into her deeper. She attempted to flip herself over and managed to aim a slash at her attacker. Strange, she thought, that scent seems oddly familiar. Shaking away a feeling of fear, Acornpaw flailed at the body on her. Blood splutered into her eyes, but she wasn't sure if she'd successfully hit the cat on her, or if it was her own.[/size][/size]

    "Hey guys! I jus' caught this really cool... hey wai', Wha're you doing?!" The blue gray tom stumbled forward, his initial momentum almost making him trip. Regaining his paws, the stocky tom tried to force himself between the two cats. "Hey uhh... ah.. Feversumthin' yeah.. Whatcha doin' fightin' this li'l 'prentice? She ain't doin' nuthin'.... "

    <blockquote>[size=3]A[/size][size=1]cornpaw heard a muffled voice. Her patched pelt totally ruined, dirty and tangled, she managed to wriggle her head free. The sun caught in her eyes, and she squinted. She couldn't tell who'd called to her. "Get him off me!" she shrieked, loud enough for the entire Clan to hear. Her claws scrabbled, and she felt sharp pain rush up her spine. The appretnice let out another yowl.[/size]</blockquote>

    ooc: i'ma gunna go to the meeting thingy..... sorry


    ic: Skyfire was about to try to intervene again, when he heard Winterstar's yowl from Sharpstone, with a confused glance between the fighting cats and his leader he finally went to check the meeting out.

    <blockquote>[size=4]F.[/size][size=1]everchill felt an immense sense of satisfaction as his razor sharp teeth pierced the apprentice's hide He tasted her warm, sweet blood on his tongue and for a second the fever made him crazy. But then he heard cats calling his name, and the apprentice beneath him scrabbled free. He was left, mouth open, claws unsheathed and digging into the soft dirt beneath his paws, now soaked with droplets of the apprentice's blood. And yet, he didn't care how much trouble he would be in. It was worth it- until he looked over at his sister and saw the look in her eyes- a look of fierce rage, terror, and disappointment. Feverchill's blood slowly cooled, and his heart slowed its beating. He would be in trouble, yes. Lots of trouble.[/size]


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    [size=4]E.[/size][size=1]choflight's eyes were wide in shock and horror as she saw Feverchill launch himself at poor Amberpaw, and she yowled loudly. "Feverchill! Feverchill, get off her this instant!" She was terrified that her brother, the handsome silver tabby, would kill Amberpaw and be exiled, leaving her here without any family. When Amberpaw wriggled free of her brother's outstretched claws, she breathed a sigh of relief. She stared at her brother for a mere second before going over to Amberpaw. "Oh honey, are you okay? Somebody help!" Echoflight could only hope the medicine cat would come in time.[/size]</blockquote>

    <blockquote>[size=3]A[/size][size=1]cornpaw now lay still on the ground. She'd managed to get e few nips in on Feverchill. She raised her patched head and gazed around. She noticed a quite blurry Echoflight bounding towards her. The sun was dazzlingly bright as the world was spinning. "Woah," she mewed. In an instant, she was aware of a sharp pain in her flank. She tried to blink the blurriness away, but the world seemed to be disappearing... fading almost. Was she dying? No! Acornpaw thought. I will not die! She shook her head, and droplets of blood flew to the ground. The scene before her wasn't less blurry, but it wasn't fading has it had been before. A sweet voice broke into Acornpaw's thoughts. "I... I don't know," she mewed to Echoflight, "Everthing's so.... weird. My side hurts."[/size]</blockquote>

    <blockquote>[size=4]F.[/size][size=1]everchill stared at the apprentice, eyes unblinking and semi-glazed. The blood pouring out of Amberpaw's flank... the scent was tantalizing. He could still taste it on his tongue. He wanted more. The silver tabby tom lived for the thrill of feeling his teeth shred through skin. "I... I'll go get the medicine cat," he grumbled, loud enough for only Echoflight to hear. She'd glared at him, telling him with her eyes that he needed to get the medicine cat. Feverchill knew he'd better obey her.[/size]


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    [size=4]E.[/size]choflight gently pressed some cobwebs she'd found nearby on the apprentice's flank wound, which was the deepest. "It'll be alright, honey. Just stay still," purred Echoflight soothingly. The beautiful she-cat's face was marred by wrinkles of worry as she looked at Amberpaw. She was no medicine cat, but she knew the wounds were serious. "Feverchill's gone to get the medicine cat- you're going to be fine." Echoflight kept her purr soft, not wanting to draw undue attention to the situation at hand.[/size]</blockquote>

    Acornpaw smiled weakly. "Echoflight?" she croaked. "Why... why did Feverchill attack me? Did I do something wrong?" Her thoughts wandered. She preyed she didn't go to StarClan, not yet. Deep down she knew she would survive. She shook violently. Her wound was numb, and Acornpaw hope it would stay that way. Acornpaw hoped Echoflight was right.


    OOC: Sorry for the short post. XD

    <blockquote>[size=4]E.[/size][size=1]choflight shook her head, anger building inside her at the thought of her brother's deed. "No- he's just like that. He enjoys seeing cats in pain. Guess it comes from being an orphan, and growing up at the paws of the Clan. He's not the same kit he used to be." She sighed, pain evident in her blue eyes. "Don't worry, though. I'm sure Moonlightring will be here soon. You'll be okay. And it wasn't your fault, honey. You didn't do anything wrong." Echoflight could only hope that the young apprentice would live to see her warrior ceremony- the cut was hardly visible, blood covering every inch of the ground and cat before her.[/size]</blockquote>

    A limping tortie with folded ears slowly made her way out into camp. She smelt the blood, saw a victim. Cobwebs and dead leaves were wound around one of her forelegs, as Moonlightring brought the supplies with her.


    "...What's happened here?"

    <blockquote>[size=4]E.[/size][size=1]choflight breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw that her brother had indeed gotten the Clan's medicine cat. "Moonlightring, I'm so glad you've come. Amberpaw was attacked, and my guess is she's lost a lot of blood, but I wouldn't know." She shot another worried glance at the injured apprentice. The stench of blood was strong in the air, and Echoflight was determined not to get sick.[/size]</blockquote>

    "Hang on." Moonlightring knelt down by the wounded apprentice and began removing the cobwebs and leaves from around her front leg and applying them quickly to the wounds.

    [size=1]Acornpaw gazed up at the medicine cat, her eyes glazed with pain. "Ow," she whimpered quietly. Her gaze was blurred, and her tail was twitching. She stared at her white paws- no, bloodstained paws. Was she going to die, barely an apprentice? The loss of blood was hard on her. She was so dizzy, she could barely tell up from down. Suddenly, she heard a high, agonized wail. It was coming from her. "Am I going to die? I'm going to die!," she was screeching. Acornpaw winced, everycat in the Clan was bound to hear her.[/size]

    [size=2]A[/size][size=1]cornpaw was breathing shallowly. Her breath came in short gasps. The sticky blood had stopped pouring from her wound; that made her feel much better. She felt famished. Her heart was still racing, but the dizzyness was beginning to lift.[/size]
    OOC: Short post ><

    <blockquote>[size=4]E.[/size][size=1]choflight sighed, distressed. "Well, the one who did this was... my own brother, Feverchill. He's the one who came to get you. He was hoping it would let him off... I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to me. I've disowned him- I no longer consider him my brother. He left camp." Echoflight hung her beautiful head, sadness in every hair on her pelt. "I no longer care what you do to him." True, he had been her brother, but now he was no longer family. He'd almost killed an apprentice. He no longer deserved to be in ShadowClan.</blockquote>[/size]

    "I won't do anything to him. I heal, I don't hurt...By my father--he's the one to go to and you should tell the story to him. I'll be sure to mention to him what I've seen of these injuries. Why on earth would he just attack an apprentice?" Moonlightring knew she was not yet getting something here.