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The red tabby tom felt the jaws of the cat clamp down on his leg. In a fit of sheer terror, Festival spun around and attempted to rake the cat's face, aiming for his eyes specifically. Maybe his fearful fit would provide him with another mark on the tom. It was his only chance really, sheer luck. He hoped his leg wouldn't be too badly injured. Maybe if his claws met the face of the tom, he would let go.

Festival--fighting Temporaldance-- Elite

This cat that kept leaping at Crypt was the typical example of the type of cat Crypt didn't like: a cat that was drowning in its own emotions. The cat didn't seem to think. No, she only attacked with tooth, claw, and emotion. God how Crypt hated fights. Managing to dodge the she-cat once more, she hoped the cat would fall onto the ground, stumble, and fall over. Then, she could deal a nice blow to her underbelly. For now, she tried to focus on the much large cat out of the corner of her eye. She was much shifter than him, she knew that merely by looking at his size.

Crypt--- fighting Ravenwrath and Kumara-- Elite

The larger, matured cat easily knocked over the fragile frame of the smaller trainee. Festival felt like an idiot, stumbling around trying to deal out blows when he was clearly not experienced. Hoping to save himself, Festival did what he had known even as a kit. Violently, he attempted to rake the tom's underbelly with his back claws. He had to keep himself from letting out a kittish squeal of fear.

Festival---Fighting Temporaldance-- Elite

Two angels. Were they the same cat? It was hard to decipher. With the catnip in his system, it was hard to decipher anything. "We are having a party!" he mewed, answering the white angel's question first. She seemed to be a bit of a party pooper. "Just have some fun! Lets have some fun!" he mewed, mirroring the tabby angel's statement. He was a little too dizzy to think of how to have fun, though. Woah... Was his paw on fire? No, that was just his fur color. He sighed a breath of relief.

ooc; link to Nora's bio http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…7.msg10175365#msg10175365

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Great, Tangleheart was in prison. Well now he wouldn't be able to see his kits for sure. It seemed as if his kits were wanted for this strange group, not some sort of ritual sacrifice or something. However, it was hard to tell this early on. He really hoped it was the first. Yea, his kittens might be raised by these evil cats and never know him, but at least they would be safe. He sighed and curled up on the hard floor of the den.

Necropsy would deal with the prisoner later. Right now, he just wanted to get away from all these cats and do something with these squirming, mewing, whiney kits. Even if Lavette didn't kit, she would be producing milk. He picked up the kit he had been carrying and followed Aries. Part of him wondered if Crimson Daisy, the leader of the anti-clan they were not allies with, would be pregnant from their mating. He sure hoped not.. But at the same time, maybe it was a good thing.. Some healthy, strong kits.. Hm. Oh yea, he had to tell Necropolis about the new ally. Later maybe.

Another cat finally attacked the large caracal she was facing. Sure, she would have to help the cat (as much as she despised helping others), but for the moment, she was free to attempt a blow upon the newly tripped cat. She attempted to strike Ravenwrath's underbelly, hoping to leave a decent blow that might take the cat out of the battle. It seemed as though the Elite had its hands full.

After she attempted her blow on Ravenwrath, Crypt attempted to leap onto the back and sink her claws into the large caracal. She was smaller so she could attempt that. If she succeeded, he couldn't reach her as she attempted some blows to him. She would, of course, have to jump off before he threw her or rolled on her. Either way, it was a risky but necessary move. Her wounds had already stopped bleeding, but a good piece of her ear was, in fact missing. It still stung a bit too.

Crypt- Elite- Attacking Ravenwrath and Kumara

Festival was beginning to be able to gather his thoughts a little bit more. Not much, but just enough to engage in a conversation. "Festival" he mewed loudly, not really noticing his sudden loud voice. He didn't even think to ask her name.

Necropsy had followed Aries into the den, just catching the tail end of the conversation. In his jaws was the plump, tabby she-kit. Boy, was she fat. She would need to slim down some. Sharing milk with the other kits could help that. "Thanks Lavette.." he murmured, a miracle he even thanked her. Necropsy never
thanked anyone. Maybe it was the power a queen had, nursing the new protégées of the group, that demanded respect.

ooc; The stolen kits DO have RPers and two have names. I am going to RP one and maybe eventually adopt it out. I don't know why the kit's RPers arent RPing them. I will give them a warning soon (since there isn't much to rp right now since they are super young.. we can decide on a time skip soon).. then if not, I will adopt the other two out.

Necropsy felt very little emotion at the loss of the kit besides the bit of disappointment that one less cat would be in Necropolis. They needed kits to keep the group strong. Well, he guessed that maybe it was better she died. She was a weakling and weaklings would only consume prey instead of provide. Weaklings needed extra protection. He noticed the dominant kit in her litter. Except if something bad happened to him, he would be a fine addition.

Tangleheart couldn't keep his mind off his kits. He swore he faintly heard someone say a kit was dead. Oh please please please let it not be one of my kits already.. he thought. He wondered if he would be permanently locked up in this tiny den or if he would be allowed to at least see his kits from a distance.

Suddenly, he heard a cat whispering to him. Was that the cat guarding him? Still weary of these strange cats and their motives, he mumbled "Tangleheart." It couldn't hurt if she knew his name, right? It was not like he would be ever escaping.

ooc; it probably won't be bad since the kits cant do anything yet. We will probably decide on a time skip soon. If you know about Necropolis and clicked the link and read it already...

Basically, Necropsy just returned with the stolen kits after visiting an anti-clan and becoming allies with them. While there, he mated with the leader.. she is possibly pregnant but no one knows. Necropsy is going to leave the kits with another queen, Lavette, who just had kits.. she will raise them. Tangleheart is in the prisoner's den

Festival was so affected by the catnip, he could hardly hold a conversation with both of the she-cats at once. He mewed "I don't know" in response to whatever one had spoken. The brown tabby seemed more interested in him, therefore more alluring.

Tangleheart couldn't help but grimacing as she mentioned his mate. He was a bit soft-hearted compared to clan cats, and apparently compared to these cats he stuck out like a sore thumb. His mind was still buzzing with the thoughts about his kits and praying to Starclan they weren't dead. "I... I don't know.." he stammered. He couldn't tell the story yet. No. It broke his heart. He knew he shouldn't ask this, but he did anyway. "I heard someone say a kit died... was it one of mine?" He wasn't sure how close the nursery was from here, but he swore he heard someone say that. Maybe he was just beginning to go crazy.

Tangleheart couldn't help but notice the slight wavering in almost all of the cats he had seen or heard besides the large long-furred black tom who was presumably their leader. Why were they all pretending to be emotionless beings? It just didn't make sense. Oh well, their prerogative.

He felt a total sense of relief when it was said that it was Lavette's kits.. Whoever Lavette was. It wasn't his! Instantly, he felt a bit of sadness. Was he not better than them because he was happy someone else's kits were dead? He almost wanted to send his words of apology and sorrow to her, but he probably shouldn't be making friends with these strange cats. They were dangerous.

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Necropsy padded out of Lavette's den without another word. He was pondering who could dig the grave for the kit. Not realizing the prisoner already knew it wasn't his kit, he decided he would tell him to dig the grave and not mention whose kit it was. Sure, it was a bit of a cruel intention, but Necropsy was in one of his irritable moods he got in when he was around other cats for too long. He padded over, sauntering in his long-legged, distinct stride. He was the definition of pride. Sure, the tom had his good days, but this was not one of them. Especially since he had just used up all of his 'niceness' for the day thanking Lavette. Why had he done that anyway?

He arrived at the prisoner's den and mewed simply "Prisoner, you are needed to dig a grave for a kit". He allowed himself to place a bit of emphasis on the word kit. He wanted to scare the fool.

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Tangleheart listened as he heard another cat approach. Great, now what? He recognized the cool yet sour voice of the black tom leader. It took Tangleheart a moment to realize that the cat probably was trying to break him. He didn't realize that Tangleheart knew it wasn't his kit dead. He would have to pretend to be a little more upset than he really was. Wow, now what was he turning into? These strange cats and their constant acting was rubbing off on him already

Little Auza was so terribly impatient. Here she was, around 10 weeks old, and she hadn't been named a trainee yet. Didn't kits in the Elite get to be trainee's over 2 moons old? The torbie had snuck out of the nursey, well ran out, once again and mewed loudly "I want to be a trainee!!" The torbie was rather mature for her age. She was a little ugly and disproportionate, yes, but she was willing. All her personality was centered around was approval from other cats. Besides, after the terrifying Skyclan fight, the Elite seemed like it needed new trainees. She didn't even bother to think about her siblings. She wanted all the attention, after all.

Crypt, paws now open, looked for a new opponent. Boy, was this fight stupid. She hated these cats and their strong, pointless emotion. The air was almost thick with the thoughtless emotions of the cats as the sticky blood splattered the ground. Crypt had just a moment to raise her paw to her scabbed over ear which was now missing a good chunk of it's tip. Crypt was a strikingly gorgeous she-cat and now this ugly mark tainted her looks. Not that she cared. Crypt didn't give a rotten mouse's behind about her looks.

Crypt-- Elite-- Open