OOC: Yeah.. Its not pretty..
IC: The girl's breathing was hard, she was hidden behind a bush. Her long white hair behind her, it was simple. Go east to her brother.. But when you throw in the Hunters.. Yeah, not so good. Her right arm was wounded, a arrow had hit her and now the seven hunters were looking for her.
The girl was no older then 18, maybe late 17. She looked around for anything to help her escape, stone.. Stone.. More stone.. Oh! A rock! She blinked and locked her jaw, yeah throwing a stone at a guards head would really help Harper- she blinked.. Maybe it would! She glanced to the guards, her bright red eyes eyeing them before in a swift motion she picked the stone up weighing it in her hands.. Rule one, never mess with a confessor. And rule two, never let Harper cook.. More on that later.
OOC: May I join? :P
Name: RavenClaw
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Mate/Crush/Kits: N/A
Rank: Warrior
OOC: kk! Thanks! :3
IC: RavenClaw woke slowly, she pinned her ears back.. Why did she have to wake up so early?! Only StarClan would know..
OOC: I feel sorry for anyone who tangles with her.. :P
IC: Harper narrowed her eyes, then in a swift movement she threw the stone. She was up quickly while the Hunters jumped cursing and looked for the cause.. They probably didn't notice the flash of a black and red dress with white lacing. The girl rushed away quickly, two daggers in her hand. Her long white hair waving behind her.
OOC: Yeppera.. :P
IC: In the bar, a tall man in a black soak sat in the back. His face hidden by his hood. His cross boy near his elbow, he saw the mordseth. He watched her calmly, his eyes.. Were a stunning silver blue. His strong arms crossed over his chest, on his right arm a tattoo ran around his wrist and up to his elbow the rest was hidden. It was Drake, people eyed him but with a mordseth.. Things were about to get interesting.. Fast.
Drake smirked slightly, just as expected. He looked around taking his attention from the girl. He took a sip of his drink, catching eyes of a few girls. He nodded to them silently and they giggled.
OOC: Lol! Poor bar tender..
RavenClaw looked around slowly, eyes darting around before she took a deep breath and got up shaking her pelt of hay and such and walked carefully from the warriors den.
OOC:Right! xD My parents are talking about getting me purple breeches.. e.o
IC: The man's head snapped to the door as if he heard something, he seem to stiffen and got up grabbing his bow and walked out of the bar quickly. People glanced past him whispering but not questioning.
OOC: lol! They want to have purple to match the show pad.. Its just not right. XD
IC: The man was walking through the crowd with sift powerful movements. Only a sharp eye would spot the man, if he was hiding or running.. You just may not find him. The man rubbed his neck before he slipped down a ally.
IC: The man walked into the ally pausing. Dead end, he pulled out something the pressed his palm agist the stone, his words were a mumbled almost like a hiss of air there was a snap sound and he quickly went to the right.. Right through the wall?! Oh no.. A hidden doorway.
RavenClaw's eyes landed on the leader, Mossstar. She bowed her head rolling her shoulders back looking around ears perked.
RavenClaw blinked, she smiled slightly. "How are you Mossstar?" she asked walking over sitting next to her.
RavenClaw nodded and glanced at Greyear before looking around the camp, the female's two tone eyes curious yet closed off. RavenClaw wasn't always talkative towards others..
RavenClaw took a deep breath and looked back to the group.. She blinked, taking a deep breath "Erm.. I vote Greyear?" she said a smile togging on the corner of her mouth.
OOC: 
Im sure your about to kick my charter's butt.. but oh well lol
IC: There was a swift movement, then.. The mordsith was pinned agist the wall. "Huh.. Interesting." he said, his eyes were a stunning ice blue.. Did he really think he stood a chance agist a mordsith?!
OOC: .. Drake is gonna have stomach problems for a while..
IC: Drake's eyes widen, still he didnt budge. Instead he swiftly put his knife to her throat, stomach tightening. Pain, pain, pain. "And who do you think you are? Im thinking stalker much?" ok.. First he attacks, then he judges her?! Really.. Who does he think he is?
OOC: Mouse... rofl Oh its on!
IC: Drake flinched and narrowed his eyes, he let himself stumble back and twisted so his back hit the wall. He let out a deep breath, "Sure.. Ill play mouse and you play cat! But to warn you-" he leaned closer towering over her, "I don't like cheese." he whispered.
OOC: kk, and man.. She's evil! 
IC: Drake flinched grounding his teeth, still he ignored the pain. "Well this mouse aint loveing you." he snarled, his eyes were brighter almost a light stunning blue.
Drake blinked, surprised. "A mord smith spearing a life?" he smirked slightly back sinking into the wall, but he didn't move his dagger "What kindness is this?" he questioned.
