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

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    Sweetpaw frowned and tilted her wildcat-esque head. "Im not sure you should do this Risingstorm," she mewed. Now she was a mean, angry kitty, but that didnt mean she wanted to go around killing others.

    Erodinsky didn't glance at sweetpaw, she just flicked her tail in a movement toward Sweepaw's mouth. Then again maybe she shouldn't be here, he had said it would weed out all that were not faithful. At this point though that would leave them with very very few cats.


    [size=1]should wait for the others probably[/size]

    ooc: We'll wait for Bladeclaw, and yes, we can assume new warrior names if you'd like, Thalia.
    bic: Nectarpaw followed Erodingsky's gaze, between Risingstorm and the ground. She was nearly petrified.

    A silver tabby was just a little ahead of the serval, leading them to Shadowclan. She looked back to see if everyone was with her and back at the clearing, still silent.

    "What did I do to be a traitor!" Infernopaw snarled. He whipped his head, giving all the cats an iron glare. "I haven't done anything wrong" He protested "I'm not apologizing!"


    OOC: WOW. gosh, I have summer school, you should know so I dont get too behind.

    Erodingsky's ears and nose twitched as they were set off. She smelt cat, new cats. As for the small amounts of noise she would have just brushed them aside, but with the smells she was alarmed. Her fur started to bristle just a bit as she scanned her bright green eyes through the area. For now Infernopaw was the least of her worries.

    Mielikki looked at Edel and then to the cat that had noticed their coming. "Yeah, we're looking for a, uh, I think five month old kit named Felicis." The silver tabby guessed at his age, she didn't really know though.

    Risingstorm paused. "Yes, he should be around here somewhere." He mewed.


    Nectarpaw cut in. "He's in the apprentice den, he has a cold."
    Risingstorm nodded, turning back to the current task. "Lie to us now? What have we done to deserve this? My ancestors spoke to me, speaking of your betrayal. What have you done?!" He snarled, angrily. Though he was a calm cat a heart, insulting his beliefs or ancestors set him off easily.

    Wynn padded in quietly after Edelweiss and Mielikki, her dark orange eyes flickering about. The fawn tabby's tail nervously twitched; would these ShadowClan cats drive them out or what?

    Erodingpaw quickly closed the distance between her and Risingstorm. She gently placed her tail across his bacl. "Wait. The visitors are still here." she quietly whispered to him. She already didn't want to go through with this but especially not with these cats there. She then turned her attention to them "As she said." she informed them while Nodding her head toward Nectarpaw.

    Nectarpaw nodded. "You're free to go find him, I'm sure no one would mind." She mewed. At this point, who cared what she said? As Risingstorm had said, they'd be leaving the clans soon anyway. "If anyone tries to stop you, say Nectarpaw pointed you in that direction."

    Erodingpaw kept her tail on Risingstorms back as she watched the visitors, she had practically forgotten it was there. She didnt think it a good idea to just send them in but she said nothing.

    Risingstorm shook his head. Now was not a good time to offer an escort. "Nectarpaw, want to actually show them the way?"
    "Oh, alright." She finally mewed, rolling her eyes slightly. "Are you all ready?"

    ooc: alright, thanks!


    bic: Nectarpaw padded over to the den, and signaled that he was inside. "Felicis, you have some visitors." She mewed, unaware of who exactly these cats were, though they seemed kind. She pitited him though, for the poor tom had been sick.