Posts by UltraFomi

No, don't apologize. It should be me who's apologizing. Look, I have to go camping for a few days. I won't be able to get onto WCRPG. I'll make the post when I'm back, okay? Give me four to five days. Be back Friday! Or Thursday, if I'm lucky.

Okay, back. My muse is quite low, so I won't respond right now. Later?
Ugh, this is so terrible. X_X

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Wow. Okay, well, hello there.

I have a feeling that I should know this as I've been on this site for nine months now, but I couldn't help but ask. How do you get silver? Like, specifically? Is it only posting? That's it? Are there faster ways to get it? I'm not particularly crazy about it as I've never needed it. Only curious is all. Any answers would be lovely.

Wow! Thanks, guys! I had no idea about . . . well, all of this. :3
You've all been wonderful.

And Sunaflash, I didn't know you were back. Yay! So great!

Oops, sorry . . . I've been real inactive lately, and this thread has gone to the dust. We can revive it if you really want to, but I don't think I have it in me. What do you say?

Ugh . . . Wow. I don't think I have the will to revive this thread. So, so sorry, Pika!

But before we end this, I just want to say that you actually have inspired me. You've made me want to create living, breathing characters that I can keep on using instead of the typical randomly made-up ones I use. Thank you, Pika. This is something that will change the way I RP forever, and I can never thank you enough for that. Ever.

Oh, but you have! So thank you.

Happy role-playing to you, too! And may StarClan light your path.

Hey, there! Just wondering if we have any Phans on this site. Probably not; the show stopped airing nearly five years ago. Er, respond if you are! I want to see if Danny Phantom isn't completely X_X

(Role-play thread: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=2124581)

Here it is! Tee hee. SunaFomi. That's funny.

Feel free to post stuff here, Sunaflash. ThunderClan can go here if you like, we can get the plot here as well.

As for me, I'll be putting down ShadowClan with its cats, okay? :3

Blackpaw:

ShadowClan:

(Plotting thread: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=2124577)

{Sunaflash, don't worry about it. It's not like you have to respond every day. If anything, it's me who should be doing the apologizing. I've been slacking off these past few days, so sorry for any undue wait I've caused! And, eleven beginnings later, here it is!}

He didn't think it was possible. A miracle? Not likely. Not for him. He knew the choices he'd made, and while he hadn't always been perfect, he'd tried. For his mother, for his himself, for the future. He was in that mess because of his own mistakes, and he had no one to blame but his own actions.

And yet . . . a miracle? Completely irrational. They weren't real—couldn't be real.

At least, that's what he'd thought until he got one.

The sun was setting. Through the thick pine branches, the slanted rays of sunshine gently filtered light onto the marshy clearing. Leaf-bare was approaching, and while the forest was still clearly lit, the faint sun did nothing to warm the air. Overhead, a few white, whispy clouds drifted by, gently propelled by the almost non-existent breeze.

He sighed, his breath leaving a pale mist in the frigid air. While the pines never lost their leaves, at least not completely, the needles were crisp to the touch with all the frost; he'd stabbed himself more than once on their thorn-like surface. Of course, the real problems would begin in a few moons when the snow began to fall and the ground covered in frost. It being his first leaf-bare in the Clan, he wasn't looking forward to it.

As if she could sense his wariness, the light brown she-cat comfortingly rested her tail on his back.

"Hey, cheer up," she mewed with a small smile. "Things will get better soon; I promise"

He shrugged, not meeting her gaze. "Thanks, Maplepaw. But I don't think so."

"Why not?" She leaned closer and rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. "You're bound to be made a warrior soon, Blackpaw. You're already older than most of the apprentices here. I mean, just look at me!" She pulled away for a moment, grinning widely. "I'm barely nine moons, and look how close I am to earning my warrior name!"

Tail waving happily, she stepped in front of him so that they were looking at each other head on. "We might even become warriors on the same day. Wouldn't that be great?"

He looked up at Maplepaw, noting her wide, hopeful smile. Despite the chilling breeze, she stood up tall and proud, her head lifted high. The fading sunlight cast a warm glow on her brown fur, her green eyes sparkling in it. Her cheery attitude almost always raised his spirits, and he would usually smile a bit in return. But not today.

Seeing that he was acting strangely, her playful smile was quickly replaced by a small frown, her voice dropping down to a murmur.

"What's wrong, Blackpaw? You're not usually like this."

Truth was, he himself didn't know. He wasn't always the happiest of cats, that was sure, but that day seemed to be particularly hard on him. He couldn't quite tell why.

Shaking his head, he muttered, "It's . . . it's nothing, Maplepaw. I just—"

"Blackpaw," came a voice. His ears perked up at his name, and he looked behind him in part surprise and part confusion. No one ever called him.

Approaching him was the Clan deputy, Runningtail. He had sleek russet red fur, accented in the setting sun's rays. "Blackpaw," he repeated once he came within a few taillengths. "You're assigned to tonight's dusk patrol."

Blackpaw blinked, unable to process what he'd just heard. He was going on a border patrol? With other ShadowClan cats? He didn't know that the Clan trusted him so much. "What?" he responded lamely.

"The dusk patrol. We're leaving now."

Runningtail nodded once before turning around and heading towards the group of cats gathered by the camp entrance, beckoning for him to follow with his tail. Maplepaw's whiskers twitched, her tail lashing behind her. "Oh, Blackpaw, this is great!" she squealed. "Your first patrol!"

He stared at her, stunned. "But . . . what do I do? I don't even smell like ShadowClan yet. Should I be marking the territory? What if I mess up?" He couldn't help but feel a tremor of doubt pass through him. If he made a mistake now, he might never get another opportunity to patrol. The little hunting packs he'd been ordered to were hardly worth noting; he would have gone hunting, anyway. This? This was new.

Apparently he wasn't the only one that thought so. A few cats who were seated around the camp were quitely murmuring amongst themselves, looking pointedly at the small black cat and the deputy. The air tasted crisp on his tongue, another sign of the approaching season.

"But, what if—"

"You'll be fine," the brown she-cat mewed. "Now go, or you'll be late!"

Not sure what else to do, he warily got to his paws and headed in the direction of the five cats at the entrance. Halfway there, he looked back to see Maplepaw nodding her head fervently and motioning with her tail to keep going. He wasn't sure why he was so afraid. It was just a border patrol, right? They couldn't be much different than a hunting patrol. Checking the borders and such.

As he approached, he caught the end of a complaint coming from one of the warriors in the gathering patrol.

". . . don't think he should join us."

Runningtail shook his head. "Blackpaw is coming with us. He needs the experience; we can't keep leaving him out or he won't learn."

"But he's a kittypet!" hissed silver-furred warrior. "He'll ruin all our scent markers!"

"I think I'll be the judge of who's coming on our patrol, Darkwhisker."

The tom looked ready to snap at his deputy but looked away, settling instead for a few words under his breath that Blackpaw didn't catch. The other cats joining the patrol looked less than friendly, but none of them voiced their opinions. All except Heatherflight, who smiled apologetically at Blackpaw.

He couldn't stand to be the center of such hostile attention, especially if it made the rest of the Clan uncomfortable. Maybe joining the Clan wasn't such a good idea.

Runningtail raised his head, meowing, "We'll be headed down the ThunderClan border. We've been getting some restless activity near the river, and I wouldn't be surprised to find those cats straying too far past their border. They've done it before." Without waiting to see if the rest of the patrol was following, he headed out the exit, red tail waiving.

The rest of the cats trailed behind him, some more reluctantly than others. Blackpaw was the last to leave, hearing Darkwhisker's comment of his deputy. "Thinks he's so high and mighty, does he?"

Shivering with a passing breeze, Blackpaw trudged through the marshy land, a thin layer of pine needles dotting the floor. Only the tip of the sun was visible by then, and it was leaving fast. Somewhere above, a crow squaked loudly, causing the apprentice to flinch in response. He stayed behind, not far enough that he wasn't a part of the conversations, but close enough that he wasn't falling behind. Was that just what he was? An outcast? A cat who didn't fit in? His tail drooped down, nearly skimming the floor. He almost didn't notice one of the warriors slowly separate herself from the group and slowing down to Blackpaw's pace.

"You seem very uneasy." It was Heatherflight, the seasoned warrior from earlier. Her words sounded flat and punctual, but her gentle face said otherwise. Though she had many battle scars from over the years, she still acted soft and kind. A few graying hair on her muzzle revealed her age, and her deep blue eyes told of wisdom beyond years.

He shrugged, not wanting to talk.

"You feel like you don't belong."

Another shrug. For a moment, a short silence ensued, broken only by the little crinks made by the snapping of pine needles and scuffles in the bushes around them. He was blatantly aware of how small he was compared to the rest of the cats around him.

Heatherflight kept a whisker away, her patchy ginger pelt a sharp contrast to Blackpaw's own black pelt.

"Us ShadowClanners don't trust easily. But, once earned, we are loyal to our last dying breath. Give us some time, and I believe you'll find that life here in the Clans is better than you know."

With that, she padded forward with the rest of the group, resuming whatever idle chats they'd been having. Blackpaw flattened his ears, not sure what to think about that. Don't trust easily doesn't even begin to cover it. It'd been a full moon since he'd joined the Clan, and he still received askance looks as he entered the Clan, as if he was up to something shady and stealthy. The gossip that got spread around hurt almost as much as the physical blows he received by some unruly apprentice during battle training. Regardless of what he did, the Clan didn't seem to trust him. At all. If only he could have convinced Nettlecloud to stay with Patch.

He was suddenly aware of a new sound. Or, rather, the lack of sound. After the small conversations being passed around between the Clan cats, the hushed silence was new to him. Stopping with confusion, he glanced around. They'd traveled far in the short amount of time they'd been walking. Already, the pine trees were interspersed with oaks and other trees he couldn't name. The ground beneath his paws was sodden with mud, cool with the damp water. In fact, he could hear a soft gurgling nearby—the river. Of course! This was the ThunderClan border. Had they really already come across it?

Runningtail stood stiffly with his tail erect, the signal for stop. His ears were pricked up, angled towards the other side of the river, and Blackpaw could see the other warriors listening as well. Listening for what? He didn't hear anything aside from the river flowing. Not unless.

Oh. Wait. Trying to stay quiet, the apprentice creeped forward as he tried to distinguish a distant voice from across the river. No, not distant. A quiet voice. What was it?

A cat in front of him—Fallenfoot, was it—was silently lashing his tail, his teeth bared. Instantly, a new scent brushed across Blackpaw's nose, a sort of earthy stormy smell. And while he didn't have much experience with the other Clans, he knew enough to know that it was close by.

"ThunderClan," he hissed, unsheathing his claws and digging them into the soft dirt below. He had a brief encounter with them a few days after he'd joined the Clan, but other than that, he knew nothing of them. Except that they were, apparently, good for nothing prey stealers according to just about every cat in camp.

"Quiet down, Blackpaw," scolded Darkwhisker. "We don't want ThunderClan to know we're here!"

He found it ironic that the warrior had said it louder than he had, but he only nodded his head. His first encounter with another Clan. Should he be excited, or scared? Did it matter?

He held his breath as he waited for the signal from his deputy. How long would they wait? Were they going to have to fight ThunderClan? He couldn't take the tension. Blackpaw fought to keep himself still, though he couldn't stop his tail from energetically twitching. Any moment now . . .

As if on cue, Runningtail sharply nodded his head once and let down his tail. He skirted around the bush they were hidden against, motioning for us to stay behind. He heard his voice ring clearly through the crisp, evening air.

"ThunderClan," he mewed calmly. "We've caught your scent on our side of the border along with the remains of a dead sparrow. Now, unless that bird somehow magically flew across the river after it died, you've got some explaining to do."

Blackpaw stiffened at his deputy's words. Clan-born or not, he knew that Runningtail was coming up a bit blunt. Wouldn't that cause some unneeded hostility? Frowning slightly, he waited for the events to unfold.

{Oh. That was a bit, er, longer than I expected it to be. Whoops! I hope you understood what was going on. I started trailing off towards the end . . . I was too lazy to proofread this, so sorry in advance for all the typos and mistakes that are bound to appear.
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Okay, back through proofing it. I found a few random typos and an embarrassing mistake where I accidentally named a warrior the same as your own. Whoops! Probably still a few more, but I think I caught most major ones. Sorry for the gigantic humungo post. Seriously. I may or may not have, maybe, tripled your word count . . . Don't feel like you have to match my word count or anything because I doubt I'll be able to duplicate that, ever. Heh heh.}

(Sunaflash, that was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. Thank you! I'm not sure how someone like you could be envious of me, but I still enjoyed the compliment. It made my day. I'm sorry you have to put up with waiting for my responses, though. I should be more diligent, I know. I'll try and do better in the future.}

Blackpaw strained his ears for the conversation between ShadowClan and ThunderClan. Had they also brought their deputy? He couldn't see Runningtail because of the bush they were hiding behind, but he imagined he had a cocky little grin on his face. The rest of the patrol stayed silent, a few cats angrily lashing their tails. Why was he keeping them hidden? Was it supposed to hide their numbers, or something else? Probably just normal patrol behavior.

"Ah, Thistlefur," Runningtail meowed, "I see ThunderClan is avoiding the issue, as usual."

The black apprentice tried to creep forward, just a little, to see if he could look at his deputy through the foliage. Being as stealthy as possible, he softly padded forward, much to the annoyance of Darkwhisker, who shot him a glare. The leaves were thick; in the fading sunlight, he could barely make our the reddish outline of Runningtail.

"But, you see, one of our apprentices reported the stolen prey, said it had ThunderClan scent all over it. Are you calling my Clan liars?"

He paused for a moment, and the tension was stretched taut like a bending branch; sooner or later, something would snap. Before things got too out of hand, Runningtail let out a light chuckle, shaking his head softly.

"You wouldn't know anything of honesty, now would you? However, seeing as how you're likely to ignore whatever I say, I'll bring the apprentice. He came tonight, you know."

Apprentice? There weren't any apprentices on this patrol. Aside from the deputy himself, the other three cats were seasoned warriors, Heatherflight especially so. Could the cat possibly have been left back at camp, and Runningtail was confused? Maybe Maplepaw. She had an excellent nose. If anyone could find some scent, if would be she.

Except, Maplepaw had been in camp all day talking to Blackpaw; she couldn't have gone out. And besides, if she had found some prey, she would have told him. He supposed that a different apprentice could have found it, but he would have at least heard about the stolen prey, right? Gossip like that spread faster than a forest fire. The apprentice would have been dying to tell the rest of the Clan. Of course, he had been keeping his distance the past few days. It was possible he might have just missed it.

"Blackpaw, step forward," Runningtail called.

Instantly, the black cat stiffened, tail freezing in place. Him? He was the apprentice? But he hadn't found any stolen prey! In fact, this was the first time he'd been outside of camp all day. Surely the deputy was mistaken. By the sudden tenseness in his other Clanmantes, this was obviously news to them, too. Darkwhisker gave him a look that read Why didn't you tell us before? But Blacktail was just as confused. Not wanting to make a bad impression on his first patrol, he shrugged his shoulders and warily padded out from behind the bush.

An entire ThunderClan patrol was set up on the other side of the river looking hostile—teeth bared, claws digging in the ground. Blackpaw gulped and quickly ran up next to his deputy, his black fur beginning to rise.

"Earlier today," the red-furred deputy meowed, "you reported that you'd found a bird with ThunderClan scent on our side of the territory. They don't believe you. I want you to answer now: did you find the prey?"

His voice was level, but when Blackpaw looked into Runningtail's eyes, he found a sparking hatred in those light blue eyes. A deep hatred. He didn't think it was towards him, though. ThunderClan? He knew of Clan rivalries even before joining them, but were they really that hostile? As Runningtail glanced back at the opposing patrol, the black apprentice noticed that his gaze locked onto one cat in particular. The other deputy, Thistefur. If he had to guess, he'd say that the two cats had some sort of history together.

The clearing settled into an expectant silence, waiting for his response. Only the river continued it's faint gurgles as it rushed downstream. The sun finally dipped beneath the horizon; a husky twilight ensued, and grayer stormclouds began to roll into view.

What was he doing? Was he supposed to lie in front of ThunderClan? In front of his own Clanmantes? He found it ironic that Runningtail was calling ThunderClan liars when he, in fact, was being asked to lie that very moment. That . . . couldn't be right. Wasn't that against the warrior code or something? But, no. He could just lie, not like this.

He opened his mouth to object when his deputy looked back at him with steely cool eyes and the barest, almost imperceptible shake of his head. A chill ran down his spine. Something about the way he looked at him . . . It didn't feel right.

He had to say something, though. He'd paused for too long. Maybe he should lie. It was his first patrol, after all. This kind of thing could be normal.

"Er, I, uh." Blackpaw cleared his throat. "Yes, Runningtail. I found the bird on our side of the territory with ThunderClan scent on it."

It was just a little lie. He couldn't make his deputy look bad in front of all these cats, especially not in front of the enemy. Right?

The red-furred cat nodded his head once, obviously pleased. Turning back to the ThunderClanners, he responded, "See? Proof that ThunderClan has been stealing prey. We will not tolerate this any longer!" He lifted his head high with a satisfied smile that made Blackpaw's stomach twist, a triumphant gleam in those blue eyes. "As recompense for any lost prey, we will be taking the clearing on the other side of this river as ShadowClan territory. If any of you ThunderClan are found on our side of the border by next sunrise, we will drive you out."

With another wide smile, Runningtail looked across the river to the other cats, stopping at each one. "Now get out. You're on our territory."

{He he. I just realized that I always write in Georgia. Nothing big. I'd just like to see Georgia on here, too.}

For half a moment, Blackpaw almost believed that his deputy would back down. It was ridiculous! He might hate ThunderClan, but not even he would start a battle over a lie—a lie he knew about. The small amount of battle training he knew would hardly prepare him for an actual fight between the Clans.

He looked down and found himself ripping up the grass with his claws; he hoped the other Clan didn't think he looked weak. In the brief silence before Runningtail responded, a small crackle of thunder ran through the clearing, sending a shiver down the black apprentice's spine. Storms could roll up fast, couldn't they? The growing mass of clouds were blocking what little sunlight was left. On the opposite side of the sky, the faint ghostly light of the moon began to spread across the landscape, illuminating the ground in a pale glow. Runningtail, from Blackpaw's angle, was outlined in a silver coat of moonlight.

He heard Runningtail's soft chuckle beneath his breath, which chilled him more than the impending storm.

"Pity," he meowed, looking back at the ThunderClan deputy with . . . what, contempt? "You could have avoided all of this. Any blood spilled tonight will be on your head, Thistlefur."

No, no, no. They were doing this. They were actually doing this. Blackpaw glanced at his deputy and saw a crazed look in his blue eyes with a maniac grin to match. He had never seen him like this, not ever. Blackpaw's eyes grew wide, the whites on the edge showing, as he heard the words that froze the blood in his veins to ice.

"ShadowClan, attack!"

A flurry of activity erupted around the small apprentice. The other three warriors hiding behind the frail bush leapt into the air with snarls and unsheathed claws. Darkwhisker, Fallenfoot, and even Heatherflight—old, though she was—were bolting across the small piece of soggy ground into through the river. In a blink of an eye, the other side was a whirlwind of fighting cats and fierce yowls.

The wind began to pick up, causing Blackpaw to wince. Runningtail was already locked into a particularly nasty brawl with that ThunderClan deputy. Lightning flashed and lit up the battle scene for an instant, all of its bloody details highlighted. What . . . What could he do? He knew he should help is Clan. Obviously. But . . . what? He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. His heart began beating like a bird in a crazed flight, and before he even knew what he was doing, he found himself hurtling towards the river to defend his Clanmantes.

The water rushing through the river nearly knocked his breath away. It was cold, so cold. The violent winds were no help. For a typical cat, the water was no higher than their legs, only the tips of their belly fur getting wet, if that. Little Blackpaw was half submerged in its icy clutches, and the loose pebbles on the bottom provided no grip for his frantic, flailing limbs. Oh, StarClan, don't let me drown!

Overhead, another flash of lightning cracked the sky in its webbed pattern, followed almost instaneously by a deafening boom. A heavy rain began to fall. Fighting against the growing current, Blackpaw paddled furiously with all four legs, striving to keep his panic down. He couldn't get stuck now! Water splashed up against his face, nearly choking him, and the shocking cold kept eating at his skin.

By now, he was swept quite a ways downriver. The water roared loud in his ears, louder than even the storm he was caught in. A wicked current tried to drag him down lower, and, for a moment, he felt himself slip completely under the water. His legs caught the bottom, and he kicked against it. He breached the surface again, only to spin back under. Which way was up? The sun was gone; any chance of him seeing the way out was shattered when the storm brewed over. He tried to swim, blind, but he could feel the cold sapping his strength. A sharp sting brushed the top of his head—a fresh cut, most likely—but he couldn't see anything. The water was so dark and so cold . . .

One of his paws slammed painfully against the rocky bottom, and he pushed up again with all his might. For a brief moment, he thought he was going to die down in that river. His Clan, fighting ThunderClan, would have no chance of winning, not with how few cats they had. His body would get lost in the banks at the end, and Nettlecloud would have no choice but to go back to live with Patch again. That might be nice . . . They always were happy together . . . Happy . . .

His head burst through into the air, and he choked in a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding. His lungs burned with all the water he'd inhaled, eyes glued shut from the water, but he was on top again. For now, at least. Giving one last effort, he swam in some random direction, his limbs feeling awfully heavy with the weight of the water soaking them. He bumped into something, and he aimed towards it. He pulled himself onto something sandy and wet. Once the last of him was out of the water, he collapsed onto the ground, not even caring that the rain was beating down hard. He'd made it. Barely.

Every breath burned his throat, and when he opened his eyes, he could barely make out the shapes of his surroundings. Everything was oddly muted. That thunder should have been loud, right? But . . .

He could hardly get a coherent thought through, and his pounding headache only furthered the difficulty. Coughing harshly, he wearily tried to prop himself up into a sitting position. The little apprentice barely managed it, and after breathing hard for a moment, he found that he was able to think clearer. He hadn't swallowed too much water, though its bitter after taste still caused him to gag a bit. In fact, despite the initial shock and adrenaline rush, he wasn't too bad off, aside from a minor headache.

Yowls and screeches brought his attention back to the on-going battle. ShadowClan was losing, by the looks of it. Even from this distance, he could see a large cut bleeding heavily on Runningtail's side, and the rest of the warriors were no better off. Blackpaw shook his head. His pelt was still dripping with the river water, but he had enough energy left to fight. He had to go quick. Now. The river hadn't swept him quite as far as he'd previously thought, though it was still far enough that he had to run to get to the battle.

Eyes scanning the tumble of cats around him, he spotted Heatherflight struggling against two warriors. He didn't recognize either of them; one of them, the one closest to him, had fur that looked nearly purple in the moonlight. The ground was slippery from the dense rain, making all the fighting that much harder. Making a quick decision, he flung himself at the she-cat, yowling as he crashed into her.

She was obviously surprised, but she was way bigger than Blackpaw was. Though she had a few scratches of her own, Blackpaw was still recovering from his near-drowning experience and was off his edge. He'd managed to knock her over, sure, but that was more out of surprise than anything. In fact, he might even be at a disadvantage. StarClan, of course he was! They were fighting with less cats on enemy ground in a swirling storm! How was he supposed to win?

But he'd never be able to forgive himself if they lost. He was the one that had lied about it, started the whole thing. If he backed down now? What would the rest of the Clan think of him? A particularly harsh wind ruffled his dark fur, and he gritted his teeth against it. No, he had to win. He had to. For his Clan and for his own sake.

Looking down at the she-cat on the ground, he snarled, "Mangy prey-stealers. We'll show you how strong ShadowClan really is!"

Beautiful, Sunaflash! It's great to see a great writer like you come up with a wonderful plot that perfectly fits our RP. It's so great!

UltraFomi wrote:

(Role-play thread: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=2124581)

Here it is! Tee hee. SunaFomi. That's funny.

Feel free to post stuff here, Sunaflash. ThunderClan can go here if you like, we can get the plot here as well.

As for me, I'll be putting down ShadowClan with its cats, okay? :3

Blackpaw:

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Character bio here

ShadowClan:

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Leader and Deputy:
Hollowstar
Runningtail

Warriors:
Nettlecloud
Heatherflight
Darkwhisker
Fallenfoot
Birchface
Sandpelt
Cloudtail
Silverstripe
Bumbleleaf
Flameclaw
Creamfur
Frostleap
Honeyear
Mossfang
Sunfoot

Apprentices:
Blackpaw
Maplepaw
Redpaw
Mintpaw
Shadepaw

Kits:
Bluekit
Streamkit
Littlekit
Hollowkit
Jaykit

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Your fault . . .

The words rang in his ears like discordant bells. This battle was his fault, wasn't it? All this fighting, this pain, this suffering. The fake snarl of defiance he'd been holding slipped off his face and, for a moment, he could do nothing but listen to his Clanmates' shrieks and yowls in the terrible storm.

The darkness was near complete in the StarClan-forbidden rain, almost literally blinding him as the chilling water streamed down his head. He could barely make out the frame of the she-cat he was standing on top of. But he didn't need to. Even without being able to distinctly see her eyes, he could feel the white-hot hatred she had for him, as if she were radiating venom. His claws were lodged deep into her shoulders, and not even the heavy rain could wash away the sick, warm liquid that seeped into his paws. Blood. Blood that shouldn't have been spilled.

Shaking his head, he once again drew his lips into a shaky snarl, his black fur plastered against his sides. The wind, cold like ice, was blustering around him in sharp, rapid gusts, and he had to force his quivering legs to stop shaking.

"What do you know? ShadowClan will always win!" He had to yell to make his words heard over the deafening wind even though she was barely a tail-length away from him. As he raised a paw to strike at her, he realized a few things.

For one, the storm was knocking him about like it would a leaf, and he felt its pull particuarly strong because of his small size. Every second he was threatened to be battered off. For another, he'd underestimated the size of the ThunderClanner. She'd had been hard to see of course, what with the deepening darkness and having barely recovered from near drowning, but he hadn't thought she'd be that big. He'd tackled her before he'd really thought about anything. Now, with her pinned down in a loose hold, he saw he'd made a mistake. The black apprentice had only surprised her, nothing more. With the seasoned, much bigger warrior aware of the situation, Blackpaw didn't stand a chance, especially not in this crazy wind and rain.

A quick bolt of lightning flashed across the ominous clouds, illuminating the scene for a split moment. His Clanmates were falling. ShadowClan was losing. Heatherflight had two warriors on her, an array of cuts and wounds covering her pelt. Darkwhisker was in no better position, a particularly nasty slice along his ear that was bleeding heavily. Even Fallenfoot was having trouble fending off a ThunderClan warrior. In fact, the only cat that seemed undaunted by the numerous cuts he'd received was Russetail, who was still fighting Thistlefur as if he were oblivious to the storm around him.

However, on turning his attention back to the she-cat he'd pinned, he saw something that chilled him worse than the icy rain. She was looking at Blackpaw with those two seething eyes, not shivering in the intense cold. And she was smiling. The brief light finally faded, and he was plunged into darkness again. This time, though, he felt a sharp blow hit him and he tumbled to the floor, slightly startled and winded. He scrambled to his feet only to have another force ram into him and knock him down. All around him, the watery mud made the ground slippery, and the two cats rolled down a slight incline for a moment, the ThunderClanner landing some stinging slashes along his muzzle. When they stopped, the lilac warrior was standing on top of Blackpaw, her fur covered in patches of dirt and grass; her eyes gleamed victoriously as she bent down and whispered into his ear, "Who's the winner now?"

Her claws dug deep into his shoulders, and he had to grit his teeth to stop from crying out. Great StarClan, she was heavy! A dull ache began spreading through his limbs, and somewhere on his flank he felt a burning stab every time his heart beated. He frantically looked around for some sort of escape. They had rolled quite a distance from their fighting Clanmates; no help would come from them. The river they'd crossed was a few tail-lengths away, threatening to overtake them with its wild, coursing currents. The heavy rain had caused it to swell up a bit, and water continuously splashed over the edges. Had it not already been pouring down rain, he would have been soaked from the rhythmic sprays it was throwing.

Another fierce pain shot into his shoulders, and he focused back onto the she-cat. She raised her forepaw and slashed his muzzle again, and this time he did yowl, though he bit down on his tongue to silence himself. He was sure that hit had struck blood; he could taste its bitter, metallic taste in his mouth. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't squirm out of her iron hold. She was simply too strong and too heavy for him to do anything. He braced himself for another blow and felt another sting pierce him, his ear getting torn in a long slice. He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and, for a moment, the edges of his vision grew dark; he couldn't keep doing this. He couldn't. He wasn't sure what would happen if he got hit again.

Another vigorous wave from the river wetted them both, and an insane idea came to Blackpaw. As he saw the she-cat raise her paw again, he knew he had to try it. Using the last of his energy, he heaved to the right, and he barely tipped enough for her to stumble a bit. He kicked out with his hind paws, and she toppled over, and together they splashed into the hungry river without so much as a single yowl. Oblivious, ThunderClan and ShadowClan continued to fight as the two cats silently battled against the ever-increasing power of the waves, an almost certain watery grave.

Wow! It's been forever since I responded to this. Whoops.

Missy, I promise I didn't forget the RP. I just couldn't think of a way to respond -- to either of them. So sorry! I feel like a jerk. ;-;

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I guess I'm not in much of a role-playing mood at the moment. :P

Well, school's starting back up in a little bit. I have a lot of stuff to do, but then again, haven't I always? WCRPG is a nice little breather when things get tough, though it takes about half hour out of my day, every day. That's okay, though. Any other good books to recommend?

Oh, really? I've never heard of Hunger for Dystopian Novels. I tend to stay away from anything dystopian only because of Hunger Games and Divergent. Don't get me wrong, they were a great trilogy, both of them. Sort of. But then people start writing spin-offs of them, and you get a bunch of wannabe authors trying to catch the rise of popularity. If you like it, though, I'll check it out, m'kay? And Eve. :3

At the moment, I'm in one other RP with a person. It's pretty laid back, which is nice with school coming up and whatnot. I don't start until next week. How crazy is that? Are you already back in school? What classes do you have? Anything you're excited for? Is the homework already piling up?