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Redwinter waltzed up to the fkp, taking her time to look around at her clanmates. She noticed only Fangstar and her were awake at this early in the morning, though it felt late to her seeing as she hasn't slept through most of it.

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It was growing dawn by the time Redwinter decided to find her target. She crept silently into the center tent, trying her best not to terribly disturb the flaps as they rustled in the wind. The inside of the tent consisted of ten or so stacked wooden bleachers and a gigantic pen in the middle Which was ringed by low cement walls. She could the meows of some strange cat through the sparking light fixtures and baying of circus animals. The wind was like roaring throughout the tent as it echoed of the material walls and the creeky oak benchers, but the only sound which truly rang out to her were the voices which she desperately searched for.

Arndjorg boredom walked through the forest feeling as if the grey sky perfectly lemented to his mood. He sighed as he dragged his paws through the frost covered soil and leaves. There wasn't much to hunt this time of year, he thought. Besides, the rest of the curs would be glad to hunt for him, the beta wolf. He felt no need to even try. Of course his pack didn't know how he really felt, whenever he was around alpha he always hid it, but he needed someone to take his anger out on, and that mag gamma aways made it so easy to target her. He reveled in the pain he occasionally saw in her gaze when he struck just the right chord, like catching the perfect pitch of a morning dove's beautiful tune. It was like walking in sunshine after days spend in the dark.

Arfridr was listening to the song of a morning dove and stating at the herbs in her dark, enclosed den. They reminded her of the day she had escaped the future of being bottom of the litter and rebelled against her bloodline, becoming a gamma. She could feel the twist in her tail from the day she was born and she had felt nothing but dread in her heart as she thought about her clanmates finding out and killing her like they had planned ever since she can remember. No one knew but her and her mother, but now her mom was dead and she was the only one who knew, she'd made sure of that.

Wheatfang impatiently tapped his tail against the ground, waiting for the apprentice who supposed to be here.

Fawnleap, after a rather dramatic description, was licking herself...

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Eventually, she pinpointed the cat's location and snuck behind the bleachers towards him. She felt the cool metallic mechanisms press into her back and tug against the solitary feather which only ever resided on Redwinter's silver pelt. She strained her ears to catch the words of the conversing feline as they discussed strategy. The tom on the left was pitch black with teardrop shaped purple markings and red tipped ears which shone with the cat's demonic power, but from this angle she could neither tell his rank nor eye color, though she had full view of the warrior across from him. She was a caramel colored she cat with silver striped paws and ears with several scattered patches of luminescent blue, the color of her eyes. "I think we should be safe to talk in here, now," she said, inclining her head to the tom as if bowing to a superior rank. That confused Redwinter. He would have to be an extremely important person in order for a warrior to bow to him.

Magiccliff

Magogpaw

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The tom nodded after a quick glance around then leaned in to whisper to the she-cat. Redwinter strained her ears to hear what they were saying, but even then it was difficult. "Their leader is their weak spot. Fangstar thinks he's clever, he thinks he can outplay us by the element of surprise, so he sends his weakest to the field first thinking he can trick us into assuming they are weak, but they're hiding-..." She didn't catch the rest, but her breath caught in her throte from what little she had heard. If what he said was true then that meant they had been purposely sacrificing their weakest for mouse brained plans any normal cat would know would never work. She felt sick at the thought of Fangstar being cruel enough for something like that, but she could almost believe it.

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Redwinter tried to back away from the pair of cats and slide out through rhe bleachers, but her fur got stuck in the metal cogs and she was wedged deep into the machine. Panic gripped her heart as she realized there was no escape and no help. She lay helpless, as if she were a tethered mule. Thaughts of the conciquences of her mission crossed her mind, but all she could think of were the tom's words. Could Fangstar really be that cruel? She felt herself choke up with tears as she thaught a out the dreamy black-hearted leader. Not only was he the founder of Fangclan but also the instigator of this war between them and Crowclan. Why did they even have to fight?

Feathersound nodded, slightly surprised by Firestorm's accurate sense of smell. She moved forward slightly,
As to get a better view of the invaders.

Arndjorg skittishly danced about on his paws, trying to warm them after walking a fair distance in the snow. The birds were growing restless, his presence disturbing them, making them tweet their heads off. They obviously weren't used to wolves out here, which made him wonder just how far from pack territory he was. He noticed a puddle beneath a willow tree and bent to see his face in it. He still had it.

Arfridr noticed some of the cold curing herbs were missing from their spot on the stone shelves. She scowled but knew she would have to venture out in the cold and find some before the weather destroyed it.

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Occ: please don't interact with me, inq. Please go to a group rp thread for that.

Ic: Redwinter heard the cats leaving and her heart felt like it lodged in her throat. Emotions welled up in her, pressing against the back of her eyes until tears flowed over into a salty waterfall. She felt disgraced, this was no way for a member of Fangclan, clan of the fierce and unrivaled, to act. The weight of her own mistakes weighed heavy on her shoulders like the gears of the machine which held her tight in it's grasp. The iron was cold and bit through her fur, but the only thing that felt colder were her thoughts of Fangstar and the sacrifices he had made. It scared her to think about it...
She heard a rustling by the entrance to the tent. Her eyes widened at as three strange smells entered the tent.

Arndjorg tripped over a log and landed on his face with a sickening crunch. He howled in pain and shock and got to his paws as fast as he could, but the damage was already done and he had a thick scar running across his nose. He stood in silence for a second, feeling the stick of blood on his snout, then he reeled back and howled at the sky in agony, causing birds to squawk frantically and stampede away from the distressed wolf.

Hearing a wolf's agonized howl this far from camp surprised Arfridr. This was the only place she could usually come without being disturbed by others, and she had smelled none of her pack's scents out here. She crouched for a second, wondering if she should go help, but she could tell from the cry that there was no time to think about it. She dashed of in the direct she thought it had come from.

Channeltracks

Moaningpaw

Moonfall stared after Cheshirestar for a second after he left, but them the sting of claw marks on her cheek brought her attention back to the fainted cat. Examining his wounds she realized the scratches on his pelt weren't from a cat, wolf, dog, badger, or likewise ground based creature. A few of them were from thorn bushes and stray needles. The one mark that stood out most to her, however, was the large wolf bite which seemed to enclose the rest of the scratches, as if blocking them off. She would have dwelled on the questions in her mind but then the tom twitched, bringing her back into reality. She recluded into the back of the den searching for cobwebs and maybe some kind of antiseptic.

Arndjorg felt as if his pelt was on fire. He raised his head in a sudden jerking motion when he heard rustling in the bushes to see Arfridr burst into the clearing and pause in front of him. He smiled a gleefully anticipatory smile which visibly sent shivers down the she wolf's spine. This caused him to giggle, and then laugh. Until soon he was on the ground covorsing in laughter as tears of insanity pricked in his eyes. He cared nothing for his pelt getting dirty at this point as he rolled over to glare Arfridr straight in the eyes. I suppose you think it's funny, mag!" He spat in evident disgust. The look of confusion on her face only angered him more as he felt blood from his snout drip down into his eyes. He ticked, and in a sudden motion, rose to his feet to charge the defenseless gamma with his claws stretched out, ready to puncture her ugly matted fur. She yelped and attempted to roll to the side, but he caught her and pinned her to the ground, snapping at her ears like an anything-but-playful puppy.

Feathersound burst out of the cover of the lavender plants and stood facing the strange new faces of Lilac and Stone. "Explain yourselves. Why are you here. Do you have business with your sister, or is this more than just a family reunion?" She demanded, feeling protective of Shygaze and suspicious of the purpose of these cats' visit to Meadowclan.

Unsure what to believe, the only course of action Feathersound could think of was to lead them back to camp. "Follow me," she said, ushering with her tail to Shygaze, firestorm, and to two rouge cats. It wasn't her call to allow these kinsman to intrude on Meadowclan territory, but maybe Wishingstar would allow the litter to stay together in the clan or leave it.

Arndjorg tackled Arfridr, rolling with her over the knees of sharp barked pines and grotesque thorn bushes. Spikes and nettles lodged in their fur as he bit at her, trying to get his teeth around her throat. Warm blood soaked both of their pelts making him feel like a volcano about to explode. "Stop! You're insane!" Shouted Arfridr in his face. He growled and barked in her face like a rabid dog, letting froth from his gums coat her fur. He only wanted her to feel the pain he felt now, bitter and arrogant as he was. He felt betrayed, but also powerful. More powerful than he had ever felt before, like he could kill her if he tried, and oh did he try. Various bite wounds covered her neck and face, and flaps of skin with fur still clumped to them stuck to the roots of trees which, in a tangle, they had rolled forcefully over.

Feathersound wound her way to camp, a feeling of foreboading deep in her stomach, but then, that wasn't saying much for her. Things happened in odd ways, constantly, she repeated to herself. Life never gives you breaks. She spotted the camp up ahead and began moving quickly towards it.

Arndjorg halted horizontal movement suddenly, in order to better pin the mangled cag which he so venomously dispised. She stared up at him, shocked, then tried to escape, but his hold was far to tight. "What exactly are you going to do when you escape? Were you planning on telling to alpha, cause he hates you, I can see it in his eyes. He'd have no trouble believing me, however, if I told him you attacked me," he said in hysterics. Arfridr could so plainly see the insanity in his eyes that it scared her. It was the only plague she couldn't cure! She felt sad for her little brother, but then she remember what he was trying to do and she turned her eyes to daggers. "What do you want from me, cur?" She spat at him, but it was weak and she ended up only dribbling down her muzzle. "What's wrong? You going to go cry to your mom, oh yeah! You don't have one!" He said, chuckling at his own egotisticle genius.