Posts by pheonixclan

...And thats when Whitepelt lost it. She screamed and shook, on the brink of passing out. She watched the cat dissapear who was trying to save her, and she backed up and swayed on her feet, determined to stay awake. She wasn't about to let a snake eat her whole. The thought made her nauseous.

Softfurs whole body went rigid. What would it be...? she thought. She nervously ficked her ears and tail.

Whitepelt collapsed behind Flintpaw. She passed out, the pain and nausea and overwhelming experience pf seeing Leonardo eaten, then a talking adder, she passed out behind him.

Softfur immediately ran up to Cloudedwhisper and asked, "I want to help. What can I do?"

OOC: My apologies...

OOC: Sorry for not replying sooner, I was at work XP

IC: Whitepelt moaned and barely opened her eyes. The world was blurry and spinning around her. She winced as cobwebs were applied to her wounds. She stayed very still, just trying to fingure out what was hapoening around her. Who were these cats...? she thought.

Softfur nodded. Then, she quickly went to Boulderheart. "Cloudedwhisper said that she and I will patrol half the territory, and you do the other half. "

In surprise, Whitepelt tried to get to her paws, but pain quickly stoping her, causing her to cry out. She flinched and stayed still.

Whitepelt nodded silently and eased herself slowly back down. She stayed quiet, and looked at all the toms. She figured since she was safer with them than alone, she decided she would try and stay with them. She tried to get her world to stop spinning as they talked.

Whitepelt looked at him in confusion. "What?" she asked, skeptical that he could give a logical answer. She did nibble a little bit, and then pushed it away. Her stomach growled, and she curled up, embarrassed. She hadn't eaten in two days, not eaten decently in a while since her formal clan was under serious attack. Memories of those two days ago, caused her heart to wrenchand tears come forward. She did her best not to let them show, though. She may technically be too young to be a warrior, but she woukd uphold her warrior name.

Softfur blushed went quickly and silently back to Dreamwhisper, saying that Boulderheart got the message. She tried to keep her emotions hidden for the sake of getting things done. She knew that Boulderheart did the same, and that somewhat made her like him too.

Whitepelt's stubborn side lashed out. "I can do it, really." She stood up shakily and forced her paws to move, hiding the pain. She didn't want to look weaker still, and besides, they had done enough for her already. She didn't want to burden them.

Whitepelt pretended to not hear Larson, and gave Leonardo a weird look before heading off to hunt. She Caught a vole and returned with it in her clamped jaws. It may have been wounded already, thats why she was able to catch it, but they didn't know that: she kept her pride and ate silently.

Softfur nodded back and followed Dreamwhisper. She thought about what exactly could be wrong. She feared the worst. But, she also tried to think positive.

Whitepelt looked away, and pushed away half the vole. She didn't know if she should say, guilt overwhelmed her. She didn't know these cats. She flattened her ears and dug her claws into the dirt. Tears formed and fell.

What he saw as her, an apprentice that was allowed to be a warrior, but wasn't ready to be. She had only been an apprentice for a quarter moon. Her clan was under attack, and they were short on warriors. Then he saw enemy warriors destroy the camp. Humungus flames engulfed the camp. She was in the warrior dens when the ceiling began to collapse. A bunch on-fire sticks landed on her, and she screamed. A brown tom, her brother, holding up the ceiling as she escaped. "Lightheart!!!" She screamed. "Go!!!" She ran and fought off enemy warrior after enemy warrior. Deep cuts from sharp claws. In fear and sadness, sure her brother dead, she ran.

OOC: Actually he does in a different roleplay. He comes back and their reunion was adorable :3
I figured this would be the time before she meets her future mate and friend and start up their own clan.
IC: Whitepelt fought her emotions back. She shook her head. No...she wouldn't tell anyone.

Whitepelt growled at the snarky comment, and Snapped. She explained thouroughly, snarling. Enventually the snarling turned to tears.

OOC: Whoops XP Sorry

Softfur traveled in silence, keeping a sharp eye out. She definately wasn't going to let anything get past her.

Whitepelt nodded, Shuddering. Just the thought of fire made her fur raise, and skin crawl.