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    Furyclaw felt concern roll through him at the sight of the two young apprentices. And a slight bit of distaste laid upon his tongue towards their sister. How dare she just injure her own kin in such a way? He huffed and walked over to the fresh kill pile picking up the smallest mouse anyways and gorging himself upon the meal. As he ate he felt a bit of his strength return, as it did, he felt himself close up. He had been open enough for one day, kind enough for one day, and his heart was just starting to return to stone.

    Furyclaw smiled at Foxpaw, "Of course, I believe it one hundred percent," he mewed and gave her a small wink. But then he was distracted as Flamefire walked past, his eyes followed her into the medicine den and he heard her offer help to the apprentice. She was...the most beautiful cat he'd ever laid eyes on, besides his mother. "Tell me little one," he said, forgetting how she had told him quite sternly that she wasn't little, "Who is that?"

    OOC: Got it :)


    IC: Furyclaw let out a hiss of surprise, his strength failing him due to the lack of food his body had processed. "I was merely passing through," he explained quickly. "I don't want trouble, just some food and a place to rest. I haven't touched a single piece of prey since I entered your territory, you can look at me and tell," he urged. And it was true, his rubs jutted out from malnutrition and his eyes watered a bit too much. At the moment he was one unhealthy cat. Furyclaw could admit that he was probably not the most appealing cat seeking to join the clan, leaders wanted strong cats in their clan. And Furyclaw was strong....incredibly strong, you just couldn't tell at the moment.

    Furyclaw felt surprise roll through him at how easily he had been granted entrance. "Thank you," he said while laying down in the leader's den and a wave of exhaustion rolled through him. "I just need to get my strength back and I promise I won't disappoint you," and he meant it too. Back at home, Furyclaw had been known for his claws, which were immensely long and sharp. His fighting skills were excellent, hunting skills as well. Leadership skills, not so much. He was closed off and quiet, blunt and sharp, which was why he preferred to be loyal to another leader, although many said he should at least try to be ambitious.

    Fluttertail shrank a bit at Daypaw's words and then for once did the most shocking thing over, she decided to be brave. "Daypaw...I know I'm just a warrior, but if you'd like I can help. I know a bit here and there about herbs." And it was true, she did know quite a bit. Because what most of the clan members didn't know was that originally Fluttertail had trained as a medicine cat, and she'd loved every second of it. It wasn't until her mother's death that she had became a warrior, to honor the memory of the great cat.

    Flutter felt the shock roll through her as his answer surprised her quite a bit and then she stood up quickly and raced towards the door letting out a, "Woo hoo!" as she did so. Looking back at him she said, "Well, come on, herbs...and stuff. Explosive stuff! Right outside this door," she was pretty much the complete opposite of the quiet and calm Mystic.

    UPDATES:
    We have neighbors. Swoopclan and Flightclan. Also, We have a Plot and a prophecy to go with it. :)


    "At the end of the Eagle's take off,
    When the Wolf has learned to fly,
    You will reach a breaking point,
    In which the Badger shall survive,
    The Bear will crumble Quickly,
    And the Fox will rise to catch,
    As the one closest to your kin,
    Takes your eyesight from your head,
    The Insects will Ravish your meals,
    The Scavengers take their hearts,
    The Frogs with warts,
    The Prey with Death,
    And a Curse so evil and Dark.
    Beware Wolfshine, and stay alert, for only you can stop it,
    But be distracted, and failure cometh,
    For all of those who desire it."


    If you think you've figured it out, inbox me. It includes a lot of our members and even if you're not included in it remember you're still incredibly important to the plot, who cares if you're name isn't in the prophecy I still damn well love you! <3



    Bearstar padded outside of his den, the dirt beneath his paws sinking deep into the abyss of a ground below. The wind blew fiercely, carrying with it tuffs of fur, and blood. The war had taken its place, and left was nothing, absolutely nothing.


    Wolfshine padded up next to her father, and saw the anger flow in his eyes.


    "I have failed," he muttered and she shook her head firmly saying no.


    "You haven't, we can fix this, we can fix everything," she fought to reassure him.


    "NOTHING CAN BE FIXED!" he roared, the bear within him coming out for just a second.


    And then she woke up, screaming, her mews carrying throughout the Spirits den. Her father never yelled at her...never. She waited until her breathing calmed and then walked towards the entrance of the den to see it was morning. Her father stood by the fresh kill pile, it was high up, Starclan had blessed them for now. But what about later? she wondered. Things were going quite wrong too fast.


    As Bearstar noticed his daughter come outside he gazed deeply into her eyes and saw the trouble that lay there. "Anything wrong?" he asked, knowing not to push her.


    "Not a thing," she said.


    "Good, then find Foxtail and assemble a patrol," he ordered sternly.


    "Foxtail?!" she let out the small mew.


    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1169151.new#new

    Flutterpaw thought for a moment, "Nothing really," she admitted. "Besides the whole leap and catch process we've all got going on," she grinned.


    Wildclaw smiled at her leader, "Yes, I suppose this much is true. Was there anything that needed to be done? Hunting, patrols, anything at all? You know I hate sitting idle," she offered.