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"Ok, Brightpaw. Let's head out," she meowed cheerfully and stood up. Lizardstrike smiled softly and sighed.
//Low muse

"Do you know what I've been though?" Lifting her head to stare at the duo, she only shook her head sadly. The flame point's amber gaze was now teary and emptiness was shown clearly on her face. "No cat except the ones that I have seen die before my very eyes."

"Thistlekit will be found, I promise." Kits were something very dear to her due to her littermates dying by greencough not long after they were born. Plus, how could you resist their cute personalities! All together, they were just adorable.

Ooc: Sure! Why not?

Ic: "Heard of me before? I'm not very surprised." The flame point looked back down at the ground and sighed quietly. The rumors hurt her and only made her heart weaker and weaker even though her mind grew stronger.

The flame point couldn't help but to let a sly smile creep onto her face. "Oh let me think. Are you the ones who tried to kill or drive me off? All of my kin are dead, so who are you?"
//Low muse

Prognosticpaw had just gotten back to camp with a furry squirrel in her mouth when Morningstar had called the meeting. Curiosity pricked at her mind as the dropped the creature in the pile of prey and sat down at the edge of the meeting. "Rogues aren't all bad!" she called out, her amber gaze blazing with fury and her pelt bristling angrily. Her tone was defensive as if she was trying to protect herself for some reason. "How can you prove they are our enemy without even knowing if they want to invade?" Right then, she stood up and narrowed her eyes and gazed at her clanmates with disbelief. Thinking those potentially harmless rogues were a threat to the clan was almost unbearable for the apprentice to even hold! Gah! It drove her insane how each and every one of them wanted to sink their dirty claws into the kind she once was.

"You always kill them off before I even arrive," muttered a young voice as a small cream tabby slid out of a bush, her deep copper eyes glowing menacingly. Long claws dung into the earth below her slim frame and a serious expression slapped on her face. Innocent was a force to be reckoned with despite her charming appearances. One second she'll be completely harmless and the next, all you'll be seeing is red. "But go ahead and confab, my leader."

A fluffy, black shadow seemed to appear behind the group as Talon looked at them. "What's next, Ivy? I'm pretty sure all of us can't wait to sink our claws into some mange pelt." His alluring ice blue eyes were calm and slick as if he was ready to deceive anyone at anytime. Of course, it was his specialty of killing silent and quickly with no evidence whatsoever.

A low growl rumbled in the apprentice's throat as her pelt started bristle with fury. Had they foolishly forgotten how she was born of two rogues, not two clan cats? Sure she'd had bad experiences on her own, but it didn't matter in her mind. Perhaps she didn't belong with these cats... They didn't trust her anyway so what was the point? Catch prey and fight their battles for them? What was the point if she would never be accepted by her clanmates and, yet, still try to prove herself? Well, there was no point. "I'm nothing to all of you anyway," she muttered quietly to herself before nodding. No matter if they're here to defend or fight, I will not shed their blood.

Ooc: Nothing really... Duskeyes and Wolfstrike found Amber-y and Redfoot was having a vision. Besides that, nothin' much. :)

Ic: Amber didn't like where this was going. She knew very few cats and hardly remembered them by their shadowy memories. Mostly, they weren't very nice. "Do you think I'd remember after everything I've seen? There's too much for me to even remember it all."

Ooc: Nothing much... Everyone else escaped the fire except for Blizzardsky. :)

Hey, guys! I am warirorcatsrule2000 (or whatever you happen to call me) finally here with a plot thread! Anyway, I'm always open to suggestions so never be afraid to put your ideas out there. So yeah... Since this is my first thread like this, I'll just go ahead and list my kitties so I don't have to later.

Thunderclan:

Shadowclan:

Windclan:

Riverclan:

Bloodclan:

Snowclan:

Sunclan:

Loners:

Name: Destiny
Gender: She-wolf
Age: 3 Earth-Turns
Rank: Omega
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Brother/s: N/A
Sister/s: N/A
Half-sibling/s: N/A
Mate/Crush: None
Lover(In a relationship with another wolf, other then your mate): None
Pup/s: None
Looks:

Personality: This she-wolf is actually quite mysterious. She rarely speaks and socializes with the pack and keeps a lot to herself instead of spreading news. This way, she is trusted by only a few. However, what they don't know is that she's actually quite lonelier than she may seem to be.
History: Destiny has never revealed her history since she found the group and doesn't plan to every spill her guts.
Other: Beginning

"Umm, Mister?" A quite voice came from the shore of the lake which was followed by a shining silver tabby pelt. Soft, kind green eyes locked onto Slate as he waded though the water as a pretty she-cat padded around a thick bush. Despite her healthy appearance at first sight, she was quite thin and weak. A tiny frown was reflected on her muzzle and her delicate face seemed quite sad. "I'm sorry to ask, but have you seen any other cats nearby?" Fear encircled itself in her mind as she felt her left, hind leg sting with aching pain. Blood oozed out from a deep wound and pain spread among it every time she applied weight to the leg.

Soft, kind green eyes locked stared up at the sky as blood spilled out from a pretty silver tabby she-cat's head, a soft smile spread on her muzzle. Such a beautiful day to die. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sun was shining brightly down on the caring she-cat. She hadn't laid a claw on any cat and hadn't even threatened anyone. She drew in a raspy breath as tears streaked down her face and onto the healthy grass. "All I wanted to do in my short life was to find a friend. No one even bothered to care about me before," she was interrupted by the redness at the edge of her vision and the darkness that had flashed in her eyes for a second, "this..." She shut her beautiful eyes and allowed all of the tears to flow. "I'm in the hands of fate, now." After trying to accomplish her life's only goal of escaping loneliness, Isis was now lying on her death bed.

She remembered the time when she ran away her kin, who abused her every day of the three moons she was with them. Isis remembered when she caught her first prey, a small sparrow, and when she cried thankfully for its life. The silver tabby could remember every detail of her nine moons of life and didn't want it to end just yet. But, it seemed like it was without even regarding her deepest feelings. "Please. Give me one last chance to fulfill my destiny, if I even have one."

"I'm just glad I have other cats around again who don't want to kill me," he whispered quietly before smiling pathetically. He gave a short sigh and stood up tall, his eyes shining. "Anyway, I need to get hunting. If you'd like, I'd be glad to let you have fish from the lake or the edge of the forest." Suddenly, a pang of loss hit his heart as if something was missing. Silk would've never let them do that. At least, she would've gave them a few scars to remember, he thought to himself sadly.

"So, Brightpaw, I think you'll enjoy hearing that we'll be practicing your hunting skills tomorrow," she purred quietly to her friend as her eyes sparkled friendly. The she-cat was quite comfortable to have a cat she was friendly with as an apprentice even though she wouldn't be going easy on her. "But, remember, you'll be getting up earlier than usual."

Racing after Wolfpaw, Prognosticpaw gritted her teeth and growled. If rogues were truely invading, she'd still not draw their blood, but instead try to defeat them with sheathed claws and quick blows. Her amber gaze was still firey as she gave a lash of her tail. That was it. She didn't care about anything anymore and felt like she plummeted into a never ending pit of darkness. After the battle, she would say, do, and think for herself instead of acting like a stupid minion.
//Low Muse

Suddenly bursting into the scene, the flame point shot forward and let out a furious hiss, mostly at the world, as she aimed to slam her paws into the rogue attacking both Flamewolf and Midnightstorm. Her amber gaze erupted into a flaming ball of pure hate and agony. She didn't want to do this, but it was the only way to show all of them that she would no longer tolerate this. Even if she bled out onto the ground from refusing to fight, she knew that she would still hate herself as much as the world did. Prognosticpaw didn't care as long as she got what she finally deserved after her painful moons of somehow surviving.

It may have been odd to see a stray cat lying peacefully under a willow tree, which was in front of an abandoned twoleg den, with a dead pigeon at her paws. She seemed so peaceful just sitting there and relaxing, but it didn't last long. Another cat let out a hideous hiss and leapt at her from the dark shadows. Eyes wide, the pretty loner was frozen with fear as the cat slammed its paws down on her head and knocked her over. It slashed its claws across her throat and looked down at her with no mercy whatsoever, eyes dead cold. As soon as the cat had arrived it took the prey and left with no other words. However, blood oozed from the wound as she gasped for air only to feel the metallic tasting liquid bubble at the back of her mouth. Surprisingly, her shock faded to a peaceful welcoming to death. She had no friends, kin, or anything else that was relatively close to that. Shutting her beautiful eyes, tears streaked down her delicate face and a small smile grew on her maw. Perhaps dying wouldn't be so bad.

"As I sit here," she rasped, drawing in a slow, shaky breath, "accepting fate in the form of truth, I am only a she-cat who sees a world of power and sadness." Letting all of her long held tears flow, she gasped out of agony before continuing. "But in the end, we fall before our own power coming short of these targets. This world is similar yet so different because death is on my door step." All of this meant something very dark and heartbreaking to her due to her traumatizing life. For a few moons of her short life, she'd been abused by her kin for doing absolutely nothing. They blamed everything on her and took that as the chance to make her bleed or cry for their own sick amusement. It was only when she was five moons old, she ran away from them and never looked back. But things only became worse. Everywhere she went, she was rejected and attacked by everycat around. The willow tree she was currently under was the spot she awoke in on the ninth moon of her life. That was when she saw a two jays with their chicks trying to fly. When the smallest one of them all fell off, it was her who brought it back up the tree. Because of that, she felt like it was destiny to life there forever. Now, two moons later, here she was lying in her death bed.

Brighthollow smiled warmly at Nettlefur before taking off after Flamestar and his patrol, not caring if she had permission to leave of not. The cream she-cat raced though the forest, her green eyes burning determinedly. If anything, she would help find Thistlekit even if it meant risking her life. Finally catching a glance of their pelts from the corner of her eye, the she-cat dodged the obstacles blocking her way toward the patrol. Right then, she heard a yowl and almost stumbled out of distraction. Perhaps they could all find the kit together...