Posts by TheLoneWolf

Riversong snapped powerful jaws around Whisperbreeze's tail, growling around the flesh, "This makes you three no better than Raggedstar."

"You admit it then. You are no better, and even weaker, than Raggedstar. Having to threaten me with the death of a kit. At least Raggedstar had strength behind his words. Unlike you," Riversong hissed, before the claws raked over her right eye causing her to yowl in fury and pain, rearing back with a tight grip which would damage her tail. She let go, but immediately lunged for a hind leg, fury in her right eye.

The fenale cried out, a low, mournful yowl, and crouched over her remaining kit, "Go!" She hissed, tears flowing from her good eye, fluid from the other, "Get out! You got what you came for! Now leave, and may the Dark Forest claim you! Never. Come here. Again. Watch your bavks at the gatherings, Tallstar. Give the warning to the rest of your clan. You are cowards, and Raggedstar was right to drive you out. You will pay for this ten times over." Her eye was crazed, fangs bared, "You will wake to your kits wailing, apprentices screaming and warriors calling for help. One day, you will wake to this, and no one will come. No one will save you from the mother's wrath."

"You, worrying all the time," Rolf chuckled, tail waving behind him in a half hearted wag.

OOC: Also, please give me time to reply...Arrow and Supernatural both did. And with Rushingriver being pregnant and setting the kit down, Riversong could have easily caught up. Due to plot, I'll leave it. Basically Windclan stole Riversong's newborns.

IC: Riversong slashed at her haunches, then yowled after her, "I'll make you watch as I tear your kits' throats out!" With that, the defeated, broken, half-blind mother collapsed, no more tears shed, only a burning hatred burning in her good eye as she spoke. "Come on, Brokenstar. We have to tell the clan." Then, without waiting, she turned, leaving the two leaders.

Spottedleaf was in the den, rummaging around in her herbs.

Riversong stalked into camp, blood soaking around her eye and down her cheek, to drip on her paw which left a trail of crimson. She glared around at the camp, before letting out an angry yowl, to gather the clan. She had lost one too many things that day, and the cats that took them would pay.

Deadfoot heard the wail and cursed, pushing his way out of the den. He sat, and waited, oh how those traitorous, code-breaking fiends would freeze in the Dark Forest. His eyes blazed with a fiery rage, and his tail tapped impatiently behind him.

Deadfoot narrowed his eyes at the three, "Are you all really that hypocritical? Do you not want this war to end? Are you all fox-hearted, mouse-brained fools? Tallstar, you mostly, are a leader. You are supposed to set an example, not only for your clan, but for the young warriors, the apprentices, the kits.starclan gave you nine lives. Nine cats gave you a part of themselves! Do you think this is what they would want? Raggedstar is dead, Tallstar! Don't blame his actions on his son, and his mate that didn't even start in Shadowclan! And you, Rushingriver! You are the biggest hypocrit of them all! Can you even call yourself a mother, let alone a good example of one? What if a cat stole your kits almost as soon as they were born, you barely got to see them and they are taken from you? You have to raise these kits now. Can you do so with a clear, guilt-free mind? What of when they ask why everyone looks at them weird, when they ask why they don't smell exactly like you, when they ask why they feel like they don't belong? And you warriors! Do you two want this war to continue? We are still weak! Do you want to take the chance of being driven out again? If you thunk they will just roll over and let us take their kits, then you are bigger fools than I thought. These kits could die. Rushingriver, are you even producing milk yet? Do we even have any way to feed them or did you plan on just letting them starve to death?" His voice transfered from angry yowl to low growl, "You all will go to the Dark Forest, Starclan won't forget this. This makes you no better than Raggedstar, and I will not fight under him. When the fight comes, and it will, I will not fight for what I don't believe in. Know that."

"Riverclan refused to help and Windclan took my kits. Brokenstar went to get help from Thunderclan. All that are able will fight," Riversong said, voice laced with fury, she spoke loud enough for the clan to hear.

At the thought of kits, Bluestar flinched, thinking of Mistyfoot and Stonefur. "Then they broke the warrior code as soon as they get back," She mumured, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather around me!" She yowled in front of the Highrock. She would waste no time in choosing, and simply take the whole group.

Spottedleaf approached, followed by a slower moving Feraltooth.

"We'll wait for Brokenstar at Fourtrees," Riversong said, before twisting and dashing off, following her bloody path back to Fourtrees.

"We will be going to aid Brokenstar. Spottedleaf, stay here and wait for the return of Tigerclaw and Lionheart. Yellowfang, bring herbs, and come with me! Let's go! Lead the way, Brokenstar." She stood, waiting to go.

Riversong led the way, Fourtrees quickly coming in sight.

Bluestar followed. Thunderclan blood caught in her nostrils, which made her go faster. It wasn't long before she saw Lionheart and Tigerclaw, Windclan scent on them both. Skidding to a stop, eyes wide, she could do nothing but stare. Had Windclan really turned into such monsters?

Riversong burst in after the other male, pacing and waiting, shaking her head everyonce in a while to scatter scarlet drops.

Bluestar narrowed her eyes, a new determination in them, "Feraltooth, help Tigerclaw back, then come immediately to Windclan territroy. We have to keep moving. Thunderclan, we will mourn for Lionheart when we are done. This cannot go unpunished!"

Deadfoot snarled after her, "Don't always do what you are ordered to. If you had a heart at all, you would take them back."

Feraltooth slid by the larger warrior, wishing he could be anywhere but here.

Deadfoot snorted, as if he didn't believe her, then turned to face the others.