We're back from hell {O - Bloodclan prisoners return}

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    Dawn was only just a tinge of pinkish orange in the sky, the stars fading away, the moon sinking out of sight, low beneath the horizon of trees. A gentle breeze lent it's brisk, cool air, warning of leaf-fall soon to come. The heat of greenleaf was dying away, and the gentle, yet cozy nip of autumn pervaded the morning. Mist slunk along the cool, dewy ground, and the awakening sun shone golden rays through the mist, giving the forrest a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. Warriors were peeping from their dens, yawning, stretching, readying themselves for a day of hunting, training, and patrolling. But in the forest, there were cats who hadn't had a wink of sleep all night, and hardly more than that for a past quarter moon. They were on their way.


    There was a rustling in the ferns as Stripeheart padded slowly out, her white and brown tabby fur fluffy from the gentle cold. Next to her was a skinny, pale ginger tom. He was unfamiliar, and didn't appear to be from Hawkclan. Between them they carried the limp, injured form of Gracefulpaw, one of Wintercloud's daughters. The poor, terrified she-cat was severely wounded on her chest, and covered in a multitude of other scrapes and scratches and gashes. Her fur was unkempt and dusty, and her form was frightfully thin. And her sister was about to make her appearance. Out after the others came Wildpaw. The usually bright, energetic young she-cat looked half dead. Her ears were chewed and tattered, like those of an aged warrior. Fresh and not as fresh scars etched across her face, eyes, and muzzle. Her legs, shoulders, and flanks were covered in bloody wounds, scratches, bumps, bruises. Her fur, usually a bright, cloudy white color with light chocolate torbie points, was now a dull, gritty grey color, caked with dirt and blood. Her legs were shaky, and she was skinny, looking as if she could topple over at any given moment. But at the sight of camp, her light blue eyes lit up with indescribable joy, and she stood up straight.
    "Mom! Dad! Everybody! We're back!" She choked, trembling.

    Was the sky brighter? Or was it just another hallucination? Maybe it was because she could smell the familiar scent of home that had all but left her memory. Gracefulpaw let out a small whimper as she slipped back into a hallucination. It was dark, back in the cave of a den Apophis called home. The black tom was standing over her, repeatedly slashing at her chest, a wide grin plastered on his face.
    There was a short gasp as the fragile apprentice's eyes flew open and the dark ceiling was replaced with the blue sky, covered by entangling branches. She blinked her eyes, once, twice. Wondering if she would see her mother and father again or they would be too late.

    OOC: I really want to roleplay with Ashy here, but he's in Bloodclan. Stoopid.


    "We need a medic! Now!" Stripeheart yowled. The Hawkclan warrior slowly crouched, ever so gently laying Gracefulpaw down my the medicine cat den.


    OOC: Guess I better get somebody

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black]The skinny yet muscular ginger tom crouched, allowing his half of Gracefulpaw to be set gently on the ground. He hurried over to Wildpaw, pressed into her side for a moment to comfort both of them, then looked anxiously around.
    He hoped he'd be accepted into the clan, and at least treated well. His own usually glossy fur was matted and tangly, and numerous scars covered his whole body. There were little clumps of fur, red with dried blood, here and there but the tom felt like he could take on all of BloodClan at the moment.
    They had made it, all four of them, alive and in one piece.

    A pure whiter tom was soon awoken by an unfamiliar scent. He checked the air again, making sure it was right. Bloodclan?! For the love a- The tiny apprentice stood up and rushed out of the nursery, where he had been sleeping with his kits. His mostly blind blue eye stopped at the shadowy figures of the cats. Isn't that Wildpaw? Peregrinepaw thought as he rushed to them.

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black]Noonpaw hesitated and almost backed up a step as a small white cat rushed to them. The ginger tom narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything. He wasn't going to utter a word unless he [i]really[i] felt like it or Wildpaw told him to.

    Gracefulpaw let out a small yelp when Noonpaw and Stripeheart placed her down. Her eyes flicked around before she retreated back into another hallucination. She was running. Running from Apophis, Copperpaw and all those other satanic Bloodclanners. It wasn't ending. Why wasn't it ending?

    Peregrinepaw stopped in front of them. He was unsure of exactly who they were. After all, the last time he had seen Wildpaw was when he could see. The tiny apprentice sniffed the air, taking in the scents of the different cats.

    Pink nose popped out of the den, followed by foamy green eyes and a long, slender fawn calico body. As the rising sun shone into her eyes, she narrowed them into slits so they wouldn't light up and literally blind everyone around her.


    The daughter of Willowstar and Thunderfur/Thornvision had been sleeping when she heard shouts. "Who are you?" she growled hesitantly. She was usually happy-go-Lucky but when it came to protecting her Zclan she was all tiny claws and tiny teeth of mad fury.


    After all, she ad been born after they had left so she didn't know any of them nor did she really care to if they were strangers or traitors. Her light fur pricked at her shoulders and she let out a sound that appeared to be a hiss.

    Gracefulpaw suddenly twitched violently and began to shriek, her eyes wide and glazed over with pain. They were all on her! Apophis, Copperpaw, every dirty Ray in Bloodclan, clawing at her chest repeatedly. Why wasn't anyone stopping them?


    A light brown tabby trotted towards them, his eyes flicking from one cat to the next. But none of them were Fallenleaf. He would have liked to see his mother again. Stonepaw trotted over to them, a small smile one his maw. Still. It was good they were back.

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    But I don't want to write a love song for the world...



    A soft rustle came by the apprentice den and a massive broad-shouldered silver-gray speckled tom wth dark deep cobalt eyes slowly emerged from the apprentice den. The muscular male blinked a lot to take the mist out of his eyes. His long tail twitched as he slowly began to wake up. His eyes widened with surprise and his left nicked ear twitched as he couldn't believe Wildpaw and Gracefulpaw were back. The dark-flecked tom bolted towards them with his fur prickeling with unease.

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black]As cats emergedfrom their dens, Noonpaw began to feel slightly protective of Wildpaw, even though this was her family.
    His voice cracked as he spoke,and he winced as a wound on his shoulder stung a little.
    "We're prisoners from BloodClan. Wildpaw, Gracefulpaw, and Stripeheart have returned, and I helped them escape," He replied, suprisingly not as aggressive as he had intended it to be.
    The slick ginger tom eyed the massive gray speckled tom, but still wouldn't leave Wildpaw's side.
    He flinched as Gracefulpaw began to shriek behind them and turned to stare at the daughter of Willowstar and Thunderfur/Thornvision, and narrowed his eyes.
    "[b]Get your medicine cat."

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    But I don't want to write a love song for the world...



    Sporadicpaw's broad shoulders tensed as he noticed the sleek ginger tom was eyeing him. His fur still prickled with unease as his dark gaze was darkening even more as he simply stared back at Noonpaw. But then the large speckled tom had a small smile and his gaze softened as he dipped his head at Noonpaw. "You are very brave." he mewed as the tom's long tail twitched.

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black]Noonpaw raised a brow at Sporadicpaw, and his hunched shoulders gradually loosened.
    "Thanks," He murmured, his pale green eyes fixated on Sporadicpaw's own dark blue ones.

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    Sporadicpaw's left nicked ear twitched as he gave a curt nod before he turned to the she-cats. His dark cobalt eyes were wavering with unease but luckily they turned back to solid as the speckled gray tom let out a small huff of air come out of his mouth. "Can I see the injures? I know some medicine stuff." he mewed with his normal voice since his other one was his guarded voice.

    Light ginger/blond-ish fur stood up in the back of Louvrekit's neck as she growled menacingly at Noonpaw. "Back off buddy. You're going to need to check with my mother before you're a loud to stay here." she hissed, hinting at who her mother was. She turned her eyes to look at Sporadicpaw. "Maybe we should get Cloverleaf or Bearpaw." she meowed slowly, sea colored eyes unwavering with uthority. This is what she wanted to do; protect her Clan, be in her mother's position. But she would be perfectly fine with a warrior. She would still be fighting for HawkClan.


    Fixating dark eyes on Noonpaw, they narrowed slightly as Sporadicpaw and Noonpaw conversed. Whatever. They weren't worth her time. And if these really were HawkClanners then they needed treatment. Now.

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    Sporadicpaw turned to his dear friend, Louvrekit. He casted her an amused smirk as his long tail gently smoothed the kitten's beautiful fur as his dark blue gaze was darker for a moment before he let out a small sigh. "Louvrekit can you go get them please while I try to see what's wrong?" he asked as his massive body shifted slightly as he felt his paws going a bit numb.

    Gracefulpaws body curled up inagonizing pain as her hallucinaty attackers stabbed their claws into her fragile body. She let out another blood curdling scream, her glazed eyes wide in terror. She could see them all now. Summperaw, Noonpaw, Stripeheart and her sister. Their mangled bodies laid at the feet of Apophis who gaze down at her, an evil grin plastered on his bloodstained muzzle.

    Louvrekit smiled and as his muscular body moved, so did hers. Like magnets interacting in a special way. She gently touched her tail to his forehead, trailing it down to his neck. He had made her feel better and now she was calming him. He seemed stressed lately, anyway.


    But hearing Gracefulpaw shriek, the fawn calico she-cat ran off to Cloverleaf's den.

    [Center][font=georgia][color=black]Noonpaw glared at Louvrekit. Just because they were here, didn't mean she had to be such a jerk. Did she not realize what the trio had been through? A week in hell.
    "Wildpaw.." he murmured absentmindedly, his ginger fur brushing her own. Where was her mother, the famous Wintercloud?


    ooc. Dun take Noony personally ^^ He will learn to like Louvrekit cuzshe acts likehim xD