ooc: Do you want to create the thread? Also, what does Muse look like, lol
Siberia got to her paws, licking Muse's ear. "Let's go" she purred, bounding away in the snow, smiling at the thought of Lion and how he would approve of this. Their first tom would be named Lion, if Muse agreed to kits.
Midnightpaw looked at Eclipsestorm, incredulous. "There is nothing to be won except for death, and death is not a prize" she hissed, low enough for him to hear or not, if he chose. Curling her short tail over her small paws, she regarded her clanmates and their blooddrenched fur in a new light.
Midnightpaw turned from Eclipsestorm to Bluepaw and smiled. "Yes! You know, if we killed one of those non-believers, we could be warriors now!" her eyes sparkled in fake excitement, except Bluepaw didn't know it was fake. If Lapaw really was a mind reader, Midnightpaw feared for her death.
If some of them do come up for adoption, count me in :3
"Same" she laughed, glancing in Lapaw's direction. She knew that the she-cat knew, and in her mind she whispered a silent thank you. Midnightpaw glared at Darkscythe. Why was he looking at Bluepaw like that?
Midnightpaw looked at Lapaw, and her eyes shone. I am a starclan believer too even though she couldn't hear the cat, she knew, she knew. I will fight for you. We can.. fight together? her eyes sparkled as she looked at Lapaw, not knowing what to expect.
Her mother would be proud of her. Her beautiful Windclan mother resting in Starclan would be very proud of her. But in her heart, their were two sides waging a war. A loyalty that had suddenly popped up for Nightclan and her ancestors in Starclan, urging her to fight for them.
Midnightpaw shook her head. When I am a warrior, I will help you. If he touches you, if he hurts you. I have to help you. her voice was smooth as she communicated so easily. She glanced at Pagannight, her gaze and her heart unsure of where she lay.
Midnightpaw whimpered but dipped her head. I understand. I am sorry for bothering you. Glancing one last time at Lapaw she padded towards the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a rabbit, pouncing over to where Bluepaw sat.
How do you adopt them? Do you have Whitelie's bio so that I can look at 'em? Thanks <3
Withdrawn for the fact that cats from the books aren't alive. Thanks anyways guys, good luck to the winners!
Darn it! Was excited. Haha that's okay. I withdraw then, my muse was spent on that little kit.
ooc: Recap?
Midnightpaw glanced at Blackfog, her glossy black tail flicking back and forth with boredm. "What are we doing today? You haven't taught me anything yet" she whined at her mentor.
Midnightpaw sighed, shrugging her shoulders. She looked at Blackfog for a moment then bowed her head in respect. Padding over to Bluepaw, she slumped down beside her best-friend, lying her head on her tiny paws.
Bluepaw's words rang in her head. I'd kill any Starclan worshiper! Even me? Midnightpaw wondered, flicking her ear. She would fight Bluepaw if it came down to it, but part of her hoped that she would convert to Nightclan, just to be able to keep the life she was so unaccustomed to. She could hear her Windclan mothers screams as a Nightclan cat murdered her spring around in her mind. Shivering, the tiny black she-cat gazed at the sky, wondering what her mother thought of her now.
ooc: Bluepaw and Midnightpaw have been apprentices for a day, how could she have gotten bigger? lol.
Ic: Midnightpaw watched the fight. "It's just a kit! Stop this! It doesn't know what it's thinking!" she hissed, eyes narrowing at the cats around her. She may have been an apprentice for only a day, but her confidence was growing.
She looked up at Blackfog, her eyes widening in fear. She stepped back, shaking her head. "No..sir" she mumbled, eyes glued to the ground. "I-i'm loyal to Nightclan, I just-"she paused, rethought her words and shook her head. "N-nothing"
Midnightpaw felt her pelt bristle slightly. She waited for Blackfog's reply before she dared blow up on Bluepaw, because it would happen. This she-cat was supposed to be her friend. Where did her loyalties lie? She was willing to kill a kit. Great. Because Midnightpaw wasn't.
Midnightpaw turned towards Bluepaw, green eyes blazing. "And you!" she hissed, her paw prodding Bluepaw in the chest. "We became apprentices together, YESTERDAY. You are not the leader of this clan. I thought you were my best friend, but you're no better then the rest of the bullies! All you care about is yourself and your sick need to kill. Well you can do that, but you might want to choose one of your groupies to be your new best friend, because you can be sure as hell you just lost me as one" her words were cold, colder then she ever thought possible. But she didn't care anymore. Eyes shining with hurt, and with fire she backed away from Bluepaw as if she was diseased, and sat beside Blackfog, who she wasn't certain of either.
She looked at Eclipsestorm, incredulous. "You call everyone a traitor. Are you sure you aren't covering up yourself?" she felt her pelt heat up. She WAS loyal to Nightclan, and she because she wouldn't kill a kit, she didn't understand. Not even her MENTOR trusted her.
Midnightpaw faced Swiftflare. "There are no brave Starclan worshipers. Because there are none. Nightclan is the rightful ruler, and Starclan is dumb and weak" her hiss was strong, but her throat clenched, making her believe that what she said was a lie. But it couldn't be.. She believed it, and yet her heart told her otherwise.
Midnightpaw nodded at Eclipsestorm. "Always" she replied, heart clenching. Sinking her claws into the earth, she aimed a swipe at Fallenpaw's shoulder. She would prove her worth to Nightclan, even if it killed her.