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The senior warrior reared back and shook her head, yowling. Then she looked in confusion at the unconscious body in front of her, "D-Did I kill him?!" She asked in bewildered fear.

Name: Fawnkit
Color: Dilute Tortie Point and DARK BLUE eyes, please!
Gender: She-kit
Adjective: "Sweet"

Just bought her sister- Softkit

Thank you

She flattened her ears as close to her head as she could to block out the noise.

"There are huge metal blades they are cutting up the trees with. They also have hunters all around guarding them while they do it. If you want to live, go the other direction."

He pushed his head into her neck and purred, "It's alright, Iceleaf. Bushpaw is going to be fine. I didn't mean to make you upset. You do a lot of work. All cats need their rest; you just had yours at a bad time!" He laughed, trying to cheer her up.

Star visibly relaxed in relief, "I'm glad." And started walking towards the tree.

"Should we stay here for a while, or leave tomorrow?" She inquired, hoping she wasn't overstepping a boundary by assuming that he meant he was staying for the foreseeable future. She crawled into her nest and curled up again, tail under her chin, waiting for his reply.

Quickly, most of the ShadowClan cats fled the clearing. There were only a few left, including some badly injured enemy warriors who would need to be carried to their camp. There was also Snowstep; although it was obvious who had won, he was yet to admit it formally and call a retreat. All the ThunderClan warriors were bristled and angrily awaiting his answer.

Thrushfeather's pulse was faint, but there; He could barely breathe through his partially crushed trachea.

She lifted her head gently and looked out to the rising moon, "Well, we definitely aren't going anywhere tonight. See you in the morning, Storm."

Thrushfeather let out a loud wheeze, trying to scramble to his paws.

Mistmoss followed Iceleaf over and sat next to her, "What's really wrong?"

Thrushpelt nodded gently and tried to speak, fear erupting when no sound came out. He began to feverishly purr and got extremely tense, his eyes pleading for help.

Star woke up extremely early again, but decided to continue resting until Storm woke up. She wasn't going anywhere anyway. They could hunt in while they were traveling. She spent her time thinking. She stared at him and cocked her head. Could he really ever be her mate? When she had been taught by her mother about mates, it seemed that you knew immediately that you two were mates. She didn't really feel like he was her mate. Did that mean that she wasn't supposed to stay here? Or maybe her mother was wrong. After all, it had been almost six years since her mother had found her mate.

She closed her eyes and imagined, years from now, her and Storm, leading a pack. It seemed believable, but all so strange at the same time. Storm with gray hairs dotting his muzzle, and a litter of pups behind them. Pups were always a strange thing to her. Her mother had explained that it was destiny to have pups, and nothing more than nature, but that felt like a lie. Her mother always treated pups with so much care and love; it seemed like a little more than nature.

She shook her head of the thoughts and simply aimed her mind at a closer task. Deciding which direction to leave with Storm. He would have his own input, of course, but she wanted to think of what was the best territory to her. In the north, there would be less packs and humans, but harder winters. In the south, there would be more packs and humans, but much more food and water. She thought for a moment before deciding that it would be safer in the north. She would listen to Storm's idea of safe as well, when he woke up.

Woah, long post. :/

He tried to calm himself down and swallow the herbs. How would he communicate now? What if it began to hurt worse? He couldn't ask for food or poppy seeds... He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It was a failed attempt, so he stood up and smacked his paw on the ground to get Willowpelt's attention. "Ppppops." He managed to get out before his throat hurt to much to speak more.

There will be a separate thread for the actual fight, but here is just Rushfoot planning it and gathering allies.

Rushfoot crawled through the shadows of the ally she had set up temporary camp in. One of her warriors had left to find some new additions to the group, so she waited his return.

Frostlake came back to the alley, [y/n] trailing him slowly.

"We are here." He answered gruffly and moved to the side to let [y/n] through.

Laughing because the gif in your siggy matched up perfectly with my song, Shark Attack by Grouplove. <---You should listen to that.

[color=beige]Thrushfeather nodded a thank you and licked three of the seeds into his mouth, using the moss ball to wash it down with. Then he stepped over to his nest and curled up in the only open nest, allowing her to tend to the other injured cats from the battle. He sank into a cold, dreamless sleep.

Thrushfeather continued to sleep, his left hind paw twitching as he wheezed gently out of his nose.

The cougar looked around, "I'm sorry, but I want to get as far away from them as possible. I am glad I could warn somebody else. I hope you survive." She nodded to him and picked up her two offspring before looking at him one last time and starting to stalk away.

(O ya, haha, you don't have to say who the dad is. I forgot about that.)

Mistmoss's eyes widened, and she hesitated to speak, "I am extremely surprised, but I know that love knows no walls or wrongs. I trust you to do what you need." And she went back to the nursery.

Thrushfeather woke up and laid in his nest, wide awake for some reason.

Omg, I am so sorry. I thought I replied!
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Star sat up and smiled, "Definitely. Which way should we go, though? I think north because we could find a larger territory and less humans. If you were going south before, I am okay with that as well."

She then started stretching and stepped outside, waiting for his reply.

Stormsky checked on Bushpaw again, who was doing fine and breathing well. Stormsky had to admit, he was slightly surprised. It had been a major surgery he had performed on the apprentice- He was amazed at himself and the tiny cat's strength.