Forming a foundation of retaliation(Open to stars plot cats)

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    ic: "Oh? Like what?" Sweetpaw asked, looking at Nectarpaw. Nectarpaw was great, but she didnt seem to be the one to talk to about stuff like this. Risingpaw or even that loner Felicis seemed more attune to this crazy junk.

    The stars, the stars. Did anyone here really care about them or want to learn more of their secrets? Or were they just there to stare at them and, well, make stuff up? Felicis returned to the group, sniffling and coughing. The weather had done him a poor turn and he knew he had contracted another cold. But he would live. He knew he would live. There was a star sending him power. Star power.

    Nectarpaw shrugged with a grin. "Perhaps you're curious about all of this, no?"
    As she spoke, she heard Felicis sneeze. "Are you alright?"

    Uh, actually not really. She wasnt curious. She wanted to be convinced there was something worth believing in. She smiled back and shrugged simply in response. She looked over at Felicis, "we have Medicine Cats in clans, perhaps you should see her."

    Sweetpaw shrugged, "sure Ill help find him," she said blandly. She had nothing better to do then wallow in her despair.

    Sweetpaw was surprised by Nectarpaw's forcefulness. "That Raiden is missing?" she answered, but knowing that that wouldnt suffice. She shrugged, "eh, nothing much.."

    Nectarpaw's concerned gaze did not soothe. "Please...tell me." she mewed, somewhat hurt, for it was obvious Sweetpaw was hiding something.


    she turned to Felicis. "I'm terribly sorry, I kind of changed the subject, didn't I? How rude of me." She mewed, staring at the ground, and wishing Sweetpaw would talk.

    "Well, I'm going to go inside," said Felicis, still sniffling. "I don't feel so well, I've got a cold, just need to get some extra rest for a while."


    It was still cloudy and drizzly anyway. there would be no stars out tonight. He trudged into the den, and went to sleep fairly quickly, considering he had a cold that seemed to be getting worse. He just hoped it didn't wind him up with a fever. The thought of heading home soon, too, was hitting him. He missed his mother and siblings.

    Flamestrike nodded. "Hope you have a nice sleep." He blinked gratefully at Felicis. Even though he won't see on his way back home, he respected the tom, partly because he was bigger and smart. Flamestrike then turned back to the group, flicking his tail.

    The white and cream striped tom padded back toward the group, hoping his newly agreed mate would be following. They had just received their warrior names, and the newly named Risingstorm padded in happily.


    He turned to Flamestrike. "Have you seen Infernopaw?"

    Erodingpaw--sky, slowly followed after Risingpaw-- storm. She had hardly had any time to get use to the fct that they had recieved their warrior names. She repeated them over in her head, hoping to get herself aquainted with them sooner. As she walked she kept a reasonable distance between her and Risingstorm. Of course she could say they had both been at the warrior ceremony but she was still nervous about what the others would think when they found they had dissapeared. Things would be assumed and though it was true she agreed to be his mate, she didn't exactly want to run back flaunting it. She hoped he understood her seemingly distant attitude, she knew her normal self would return as she was back to being around the others.