Posts by YellowFlower

Sure!

YellowFlower dipped her head at the brave tom and said, " I would be honored, but we shall speak to WrathStar about your coming. "

She nodded with respect, " What an honorable cat, I will recommend you fine cats to my leader. Until then, try to prove yourself, " She said staring at OwlSoul sharply, then glancing at NightStream with a softer gaze. " Off you go, " she added padding off.

YellowFlower kneaded her paws on the ground as she sat below the High Rock. There has been lots of change lately... She thought to herself. What am I going to do with all so many tasks...

YellowFlower purred with amusement. " Aren't they beautiful? May StarClan bless the kits of all clans. " She flicked her tail in affection. " I wish to have some of my own as well soon. " She purred one last time in thought of the warmth of kits before turning to face Goldenheart and becoming more welcoming and serious. " My pleasure, I am YellowFlower. ( OOC: For this thread you do not need to join TunderClan ) In order to become part of ThunderClan, you need to confront WrathStar about your ability, honor, trust, and more. "

YellowFlower sat at the edge of the entrance to the leaders den, cleaning herself thoroughly before appearing before her leader. Her mind ran about with many heavy thoughts of death and life. Earlier today she had had the urge to confront the experienced leader with her dreams and givings, and now she had pushed herself to do so. She let out a soft Mrrrow letting the leader know of her presence at his den and wanting to speak formally and private.

A pretty mottled brown she-cat appeared from the warriors den. She stretched quietly as the sun rays reached her pelt. Flickering her deep, yellow eyes open, she focused them on the life of the clan around her. What am I in for today...? She taunted herself reluctant for an adventure.

YellowFlower thrusted her muzzle into the satanic cat's face. " What happened to Wrathstar! " She hissed with her teeth bared and claws unsheathed.

" I bet they'll be beautiful! " I purred. " They might as well make good warriors themselves! "

The mottled brown she-cat flexed her claws, digging them into the ground, her hair standing up on end. " You will never be twice the leader Wrathstar was! " She spat ferociously. " He had sent me away to do a mission before his absence! And I haven't returned until now!" She put herself in a threatening position. " Now whose the mouse-brain! Wait, not even... you're nothing more than fox-dung! " She snarled bearing her teeth. " I can't see how StarClan can accept any cat as low as you! You will surely drive us to the death! I have served my Clan for many seasons and for many more to come, but being lead by CrowFood! Now that's an omen from the Dark forest! " She held his gaze sharply, showing no sign of fear. " If you were no more than my leader or clanmate... I would have your fur for my nesting! " Sitting down, relaxing her fur she spoke more clear. " Now, as for a more respectful attitude, welcome to the forest. May StarClan help you uphold your clan. " She said forcing her head in a polite dip. " If you want respect from me, you have to earn it, be mindful of your warriors. For I am by far very wise and skilled. I will only fight for you under my Warrior ancestors. " Sitting more erectly she pricked up her ears gave him her full attention, " Now may we have a word? " She grunted.

Stunned by his cold encounter and harsh reply, she was prepared to fight as she might've feared. She briskly and barely dodged his attack, sliding under his paws she brought her hind quarters to his paws tripping him in the making, her claws flailed at his stomach as she protected her fur as well. The battle was all claws and teeth in a scrabble of his ambition. Every sense of hers was aware of danger as she fought with StarClan by her side and using every ounce of her strength and skill. Her pelt was uprgith and her ears were pricked foward. " Don't underestimate and cat for their authority! " She spat as she clawed the sides of his belly.

She coward in the pain of the force of his attack, she writhed in pain flinging him off her back and onto the hard ground. Standing back she forced herself not to flinch at his glimmering eyes that reflected the darkness of the night forest. Holding his gaze furiously, she positioned herself in another jump stance before she held herself back from another attack thinking of how she was about to break the warrior code. A chill ran through her spine, tingling all the way out to her pelt, rippling her dark fur. " I will not and can not kill my leader, " She snarled, trying to hold back her want to ripping him to pieces. " Look, " she huffed. " We don't need more bloodshed. I just thought I'd let my leader know, about the planned rogue attack. " She yowled. " I apologize under StarClan for what I've said, knowing you are much stronger than I. But can we please discuss this like cats at a gathering? I want no harm, but I want my clan to be safe! Please. " She gruffed. " And if you wish to proceed in spilling more blood, especially a she-cat carrying kits, then go on. But I will not fight one of my own. " Daring herself she came closer to the massive leader, " Please. " She repeated into the cold wind.

YellowFlower sat up erectly. " Well, under you we are all weak, but there's no saying we could ever drive you out of camp. " She snarled. " Besides, you want to see a weak cat? Go find some kittypets'. " She chuckled again. " I've been trained by the most impressive, so don't think for one minute that I was backing down. I was saving my own fur from being dragged into ambition and The Dark Forest. " Thrusting my face into yours, into only your earshot I growled menacingly in your ears, " You don't scare me. Want to know what scares me? Seeing these kits in my stomach die. " She shivered at the thought before going on, " before you ever think of laying a claw on me again, try imagining of what a force you'll be killing. I can help you, I'm stronger than I appear, I could kill if I wanted but choose not to. You need me, " She hissed before trotting back and sitting down curling her tail neatly around my paws. " We could all be of use rather than being your dirty pets. " She said with her head high.

A brown mottled she-cat struggled into the den with a gash running from the tip of her shoulder out with blood. " Can I get some cob webs please? " She huffed.

She grinned at his ignorance. " Let him say as he will, " She murmured with a sick laughter, " the future can only tell his fate. "

A mottled, brown she-cat walked down the slope toward the Moon Pool, she was no leader, but she needed help. Not just her, but her clan, and her leader, hadn't even been accepted or consulted by StarClan yet. From the point where she was to edge of the pool she had time to think, I'm doing this for the good of my Clan, and I'm not breaking the code by doing so. She repeated the same words in her head over and over again as she reached the water. She peered down half expecting a frightening omen to send her away for not being a medicine cat or leader, but saw her own reflection. Relieved she took a deep breath and relaxed herself on the land before the water. Please, please, show me what to do, please, She thought to herself as she touched her nose lightly to the heavenly liquid. As her breathing slowed and she fell into deep sleep she awaited the stars of SilverPelt. For generations ThunderClan have been a good dwelling, strong clan, but their new ambitious leader was changing that meaning quickly. and his disbelief in StarClan would surely kill them all. Help! She yowled.

Having not yet a sign yet, she sat vigil on a high rock above the forest she had come to know and love, that now silhouetted the dark, cold night. A shiver rippled down her spine from the view of the once civilized territory that now bestowed ambition. Please come forth, she whispered in fear. She desperately pleaded in her mind for guidance, for less than a moon now, a sinister force had disturbed the forest, shaking it to it's roots. Suddenly impatient for getting the help she needed, she yowled in pain as she flung around to face the moon, exposing a large gash implanted in her shoulder, " Heeeelp! Please! He's going to kill us one by one without your help! We need our ancestors! "

Despite her agony, she purred at the apprentice's swift skill in medicine. " One day you will make a fine medicine cat, " she smiled with the little energy she had from the blood loss. She clenched her teeth in pain as her claws raked the ground, " I understand you are busy... " She meowed wryly, " but I need you to help me... " She continued as she looked into the medicine cat's eyes then wailing quietly, " but please... I beg you, save my kits please, " she writhed. The she-cat had been pregnant for almost 9 weeks now, and was near kitting. Just recently she had been attacked by her ruthless " leader " leaving her weak and helpless. Now she cried for the young cat's assistance, " I understand you are young, but you have a wonderful mentor and you are a very well trained cat, " She smiled again. " Give me your best cooperation. "

Touching her nose to the cats silvery reflected pelt in gratitude she meowed, " Thank you, " She whispered, " I'm sorry for my impatience, but it's been long enough for someone to action on this. " She went on disturbed. " I'm overjoyed at your presence... " She meowed dipping her head.

The she-cat stared at the StarClan warrior in shock and horror. " Who are the anti-clan Rogues? & tell me... what has happened to WrathStar...? "