It's Time to Change [OPEN, TAKEOVER THREAD]

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    This time, Silvermoon, Gorseclaw, Featherheart, and Pricktail all tried to fling Topazheart into the hole.


    Lionthorn grinned as he licked the blood off his paws. Then, with sudden speed, he tried to claw Owlkit's muzzle.

    Pinefur poked her head out of the nursery and saw a tom trying to attack her friend's kit! Matching his speed, the ShadowClan cat hurled herself at him, attempting to blow him over.



    "StarClan help me!" Topazheart youled as she was plunged downwards.

    Bluepaw let out a shaky sigh.


    Kits were being slaughtered....and suprisingly, it was not by her.


    Bluepaw padded into the shadows of the apprentice's den to avoid having to watch.

    [font=times new roman]Argentumkit watched in terror. Silversketch... she called mentally. She lost consiousness and Silversketch possessed her. "Stop!" she screamed, aiming to cut open a cat attacking Topazheart or Pinefur.

    Loonpaw giggled and flopped onto a tree branch above the other cats, pale copper eyes sparkling with mischief. She pawed at a pine-cone handing precariously by her nose.

    Ooc: I NEED A RECAP!!!! What happened to Nightfrost? ???

    Wildfire burst into the scene snarling. "What is wrong with you?!" She spat the words out with disgust, as if they were crow-food. "Are you so delusional as to attack an ignorant kit? I might not agree with their insolent words, but it won't lead me to slaughter them!" Slowly, her piecing yellow-green eyes filled with grief, she strode over to the kits silently. With a curl of her lip and a glare that could scare off a badger, she dared them all to attack them again. "They are only kits! They might be Starclanners, but they could be converted in time! Now, they can't! You know why?" She growled. "Because they're DEAD." Wildfire shook her head. "If they couldn't they could leave unscathed and join a rebellion. Then, when they are full grown and realize the meaning of what they are doing, then we can kill them!" Her tail lashed furiously as she began to frantically apply marigold and cobwebs on Songkit.

    Argentumkit regained herself and turned away, towards Panannight. "I will always be loyal to NightClan." The lie, so harsh in her mind, slipped easily off of her tongue. Her eyes glimmered with a hidden emotion.

    Olwkit sat on the the ground with wide eyes and hunched shoulders, not sure where to look. At Pagannight, who she felt hatred so strong to that she was sure the other cats could feel it, at the quarreling NightClan believers, or at the hole where her mother had dissapeared. Instead, the tiny Maine Coon crouched down and squeezed her eyes shut and let out a loud, terrified wail that could pierce eardrums.

    Lionthorn hissed " I was never planning to kill the kit, just show it that we have power, and it should listen to us."

    Ooc: Nevermind ::) I'll just try to keep up.....

    Nightfrost woke with a start, startling the small body next to her. "It's okay Fangkit, stay there." She whispered.

    Nightfrost slipped out of the nursery, it was almost sunset. "Is everything okay out here?" She asked. "The kits are quieter thn you!"

    Argentumkit closed her eyes to hide the unmistakeable pain in her gaze. "Everything iss fine...NightClan is watching us." she lied, hoping she was convincing enough to live.

    When she got no reply, Nightfrost padded back into the nursery, mumbling about how queens need sleep.

    Bluepaw was curled up in her nest. SHe woke up for a second and saw that her eyes were wet. She was glad no one else had heard her cry in the middle of the night when she had woken up from another horrid nightmare where she was swallowed in a world of blood and death. She looked at the den roof, licking off her wet, teary fur

    Ooc: If I have two or more charries in one RP, this: *** before a paragraph means I am changing character.

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    Once her mother was asleep, Fangkit went out for a walk around the camp, like she always did at sunset. Creeping out slowly, she decided to take some food, it had been such a weird day, and the tiny kit had almost forgotten the importance of food!